#But i was shocked that dad hadn't heard from him in years because last time i saw my dad 2018 ish jordan was the golden child

[freebooter4ever]

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[princessaxoxo]

Dad's Best Friend

August Walker x reader 

Summary: August is your dad's best friend, and the two of you share a special afternoon.

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, unprotected sex (p in v), cussing, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, pet names (princess, my girl, baby, good girl), Age Gap

Wordcount: 1.8k+

A/N: Reader is in her mid 20s and august is in his 40s.

You attended your father's 46th birthday celebration; this year, he went above and beyond. Instead of hosting the celebration at his home as he usually did, he chose to rent a banquet hall. The reason? You did not know.

Nonetheless, the décor and the extravagantly dressed attendees were stunning. Ladies, including you in the most exquisite dresses, and men dressed in their best suits

As you moved around the room, you introduced yourself to everyone and thanked them on your father's behalf.

That is when you noticed him, August. You did not think he might be here, but he definitely would be given that your father and him have been close friends for a long time.

In the past, even with other people around, you did not dare to approach him. You were not as nervous anymore because you were older and had more life experience.

"Hey August, remember me?" you said as you entered his field of vision. "No, I am sorry; I don't," he said after giving you a quick glance. "Alexander's daughter, I know I do not look the same," you said with a smile as you looked at him. August's eyes nearly bulged out of his head in shock at what he was seeing.

Although he thought you were attractive the last time he saw you, he decided not to pursue you because you were the daughter of his close friend.

"Oh yes, I apologize. How are you doing?"

Compared to the earlier conversations you had that same night, this one between the two of you seemed to flow naturally.

August began to perceive you differently; you were not the same apprehensive college student he first met three years ago. That is what frightened him, because he did not care about the consequences of what he wanted to do to you and with you.

He eyed your movements more than he should’ve. Whether or not you noticed was irrelevant to him. How you occasionally licked your lips following each wine sip

He needed to leave your presence because of the unholy thoughts that started to run through his mind. "Please excuse me; I have to use the restroom." He smiled at you with his lips pursed.

You were upset in some ways and dreaded the conversation's end. However, you also departed to spend the rest of the evening with your parents.

When the cake was brought out for your father, everyone gathered. August put his arm around your father and shouted, "Happy birthday!" clearly drunk.

When your father went to blow out the candles, August looked at you with a lustful glare that made you squeeze your thighs together.

He noticed that, and it made his ego soar knowing he was making you feel that way.

You arrived at your parent's house the following morning. "Hello?" As there was nobody in sight when you went to look around, you made the decision to sit and wait for them.

After 30 minutes, you heard the door open. "Mom? Dad?” you called out.

"Unfortunately, no, I came by to say goodbye to your father," August said as he appeared.

“Oh, my parents' are out. I’m not sure when they’ll be back.” You looked to the couch and said, “If you like, you could sit and wait with me.”

He didn’t second-guess his choice.

He took a seat and began to man spread.

On a chair your parents had in the living room, you sat across from him.

Until he spoke, the two of you sat in quiet comfort. “If I have not already said so, you looked stunning last night.”

“Thank you; what I wore last night wasn’t my first choice, nor was the dress my favorite.” August stayed quiet for a moment, taking you in. He rubbed his jaw. "Well, still, you looked stunning. I'm sure you look stunning in anything you wear"

What he said shocked you, you hadn't expected to hear that from him.

You eyed him just as he did with you, and you realized that you hadn't seen someone look so good with a beard; you wanted to know how it would feel against your pussy while giving you head.

You were 99% sure it would feel like heaven.

Acting on instinct, you walked over to the couch and climbed onto his lap. He leaned his head back to look up at you with a smirk. “And what are you doing, princess?” You grabbed his jaw and kissed him. His lips were soft, moving elegantly against yours.

You felt his hardened cock underneath his slacks, and you started to rub yourself against his cock.

He grabbed the back of your neck, turning the soft kiss into a harsh one.

Holding onto you tightly, he turned you on your back. He started to kiss down your neck, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

"Let's get your shirt off." He threw your shirt off and started kissing between your breasts. You leaned up for a moment to unclasp your bra. As soon as it was off, he grabbed each one, kissing and sucking your nipples and moaning around them.

"Fuck, you have the most perfect tits."

Moans were filling up the silence in the house.

You helped him undo your pants, and he smacked your thighs for you to open them wider.

"You're drenched for me already, princess." He moved your panties over and slid two of his fingers between your folds before removing them and tasting you.

He held a smirk on his face as he lowered himself. He ripped your panties, and you felt his breath over your bare pussy. "Please August" 

"Tell me what you want, princess, and I'll give it to you."

You looked at him with pleading eyes and said, "Please lick my pussy; I need it."

He opened up your folds with his fingers and started sucking on your clit, he removed his mouth, and you whined. You leaned up to look at him; he spat down on your pussy and started to rub your clit. "Oh, shit" you moaned loudly.

You watched as he relentlessly sucked and licked your pussy repeatedly.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Your pussy tasted so sweet. "Does my girl want my fingers?" You couldn't get your words out; you nodded quickly.

"Give me your words."

"Yes, I want your fingers."

He plunged his fingers into you, and he watched as you threw your head back.

You could feel yourself on the verge of an orgasm. "I- I'm going to come." You held on to his hair as you grinded your pussy on his face.

Your moans became louder, and your thighs started to shake. He held a tight grip on them. Your eyes were shut tightly, and you saw spots behind them as you came on his face.

You were right; his beard felt fantastic against your pussy.

You watched him take off his shirt and then his slacks. He pulled out his enlarged cock, which was bigger than you anticipated.

"Open your mouth." You did as told; he looked at you, then his cock. "You know what to do, baby."

You kissed his head and then licked around his tip before fully taking his cock into your mouth. You began to hallow your cheeks as he pushed his cock down your throat. "God, baby, your mouth is a talent."

Tears started to brim in your eyes. "My girl looks gorgeous with my cock down her throat. Shit, I'm going to fucking cum." He spurted down your throat, and you proudly swallowed his load.

"I need to feel your pussy around my cock; I can't wait a moment longer."

He tapped his cock on your pussy, and moved between your folds. Your wetness spread over him before he delved into you. Your mouth parted with a moan. "Oh god, August."

"That's right, baby. Taking my dick so well. You're such a good girl for me."

He slowly built up a pace that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Your pussy belongs to me now, do you understand?" He grunted out, "I've been thinking of this since last night, wondering how you feel around my cock."

He gave your face a little slap and grabbed your jaw. "Answer me."

"Yes, my pussy belongs to you."

Both of your moans were mixing together with the sound of slapping skin, and he was in awe at how your tits were bouncing up and down. He leaned down and licked around one of your nipples while pinching the other one.

He moved his lips upward and began to massage his tongue with yours. You moaned into the intense kiss you were sharing.

He grabbed one of your legs, lifting it onto his shoulder, kissing the side of your ankle, and holding onto your hips. This position allowed him to reach deeper. "August, baby, I'm going to come."

"Yeah, going to come all over my cock? Just like a good girl, I know you are."

He pulled you closer to him and increased his pace; your nails were scratching on his back. His grunts were sounds of pleasure and pain.

"Look at me; I want to see your pretty face while you come all over, my cock princess."

Your brows furrowed, and you felt that familiar feeling in your stomach while your thighs began to shake.

"Oh, oh yes."

August was close to your face, your lips brushing against one another.

"I'm going to fill up your sweet pussy; make you full of me, baby."

"Yes, please" 

He kissed you hard before he moaned out, filling you with his cum. August thrusted inside you a few more times to get every drop of him into you.

August removed his cock, and at the same time, you heard a car pulling into the driveway.

"Shit!" 

In a hurry, you and August got dressed.

Your parents walked through the door. "y/n, where are you, sweetie?"

"I'm in the living room." You smiled at her once you saw her. She looked over at August, not expecting to see him. "August, what are you doing here?" He responded kindly to her, "I was coming to say goodbye to my best man, of course."

Your mother told him where your father was, and afterward, she walked to you. "Are you okay? you're flustered."

"Yes, of course I'm okay. Just excited to spend my last night with both you and Dad."

Your mother, being the sweetest person on the planet, of course, believed your lie.

"y/n come say bye to August."

You walked to him, standing in front of the door. "It was so nice seeing you again. It was a pleasure." The smile you held was genuine.

"No, trust me, the pleasure was all mine." August brought you in for a hug and whispered in your ear.

"You will keep my cum in you for the rest of the day. If you don't, I will find out. I'll be seeing you love." He gave you a kiss on your cheek before bidding your parents goodbye for the last time.

[cheriladycl01]

I cant do this anymore - George Russell x Wolff! Reader Part 6

Plot: You are the daughter of Toto Wolff team principle of Mercedes-AMG Petronas, you've worked your whole life to become an engineer. However, your dad has other ideas for you and doesn't want you to become a race engineer. You start to confide more in the Red Bull Racing Team Principle to help you get an engineering job, and see him as your present father figure.

Credit to russellius for the GIF

You'd texted your dad, just asking if he wanted to meet in The Luxor, it was a hotel that you knew none of the drivers would be in to interrupt and hopefully fans would be to a minimum as it was quiet an expensive hotel.

You thought it would be better, breaking the ice with your dad first before fully speaking to George. Your dad hadn't said anything as bad as George did, so you felt like now was the time to have an adult conversation with him.

So that's where you were right now, you were stood watching over the Casino's ground floor from the balcony. You felt a sort of shadow next to you, and it made your head turn left. Your dad walked up standing next to you, his arms leaning on the balcony banister pushing the cuffs of his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Hey Dad!" you smile looking over at him a soft expression on your face.

"Hello Barchen" he says softly, looking over at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen on his face. Tears welled in your eyes at the sweet little nickname he'd always used for you.

"Dad I-" you start but he places a large hard over yours, keeping eye contact with you.

"No, I'm sorry for everything I said to you. You deserved a place on the team, you've done wonderful things for Red Bull. And as much as i want you back in the garage I wont ask that off you!" he admits, your head swinging to look back over him as your gaze had travelled down back to the busy casino life.

"I, but what if I want to come back?" you ask, in shock. Did your dad not want your help?

"I know you don't want too, you've found a place in Red Bull that i wish i could have given you and I'm so so proud of you. I think I was just so scared about seeing my Little Bear grow up. I always want to protect you and I don't know, making such a big step and becoming an engineer in the team..." he admits.

"I thought, you didn't think I was good enough!" you say tears brimming in your eyes.

"Never, I'm always so proud of you, my beautiful beautiful daughter. I just fear that I'm loosing you. You've been such a big part of my life for the last 23 years that...I can't let go! You come everywhere with me"

"I know, which was why branching out was the hardest thing I've ever done. But it needed to be done. I love being the daughter of Toto Wolff, not because your Toto Wolff the Team Principle of Mercedes, but because your the man who drove me 3 hours when i slipped over in the garage and cut myself on some metal. Your the man who was there for me when i first ever had my heart broken, your the man who cheered so loudly when I collected my GCSE's because I didn't have anyone else to celebrate with, and most importantly your my dad. I love you, but I wanted to prove that I don't feed off your income, and that I can pave my own way. Honestly I don't think I even would have had the chance at Red Bull if it wasn't for your last name, but I still did it" you ramble, and all your dad can do is stare at you in awe at all the memories you recounted together.

He remembered when how scared he was when he heard a little scream followed by yells from all of his mechanics. He trusted them to look after you, and he knew it wasn't their fault but he was furious that you'd slipped and gotten yourself hurt. He made sure he stayed with you in the garage at all times after that.

He remembered holding you why you cried to him, picking yourself apart and asking him why you weren't good enough. Two hearts broke that day, as his did when yours did. Seeing his little girl, crying over such a stupid and insolent boy... Toto would make sure his changes getting into F1 were zero to none.

He remembered the day you went to collect your GCSE's from the nearest school to the Mercedes F1 headquarters in Brackley. You walked in, seeing loads of people that you didn't know all excited to see each other and showing each other what they got. Some were laughing some were crying for all different reasons. It kind of reminded Toto of the last race at the end of the season in Abu Dhabi. He cheered so loud the hall looked over at the pair of you when you presented him your amazing grades.

But recently since 2021, he'd realized how absent he'd been as your dad. In the process of wanting to keep you with him as his little girl all he'd been doing was just pushing you away. And he hated himself for that.

"I know - I know I've done a lot wrong, but I'd really like it if you could find it in yourself to forgive me!" he says, pulling you into a searing hug, so tight and so warm and you'd missed it dearly.

"You know, you guys cooked really do with my help at Merc" he smile, looking away from him and back down at the casino. You hear him chuckle from your side and he observes down on the gaming floor with you.

"Mmmmm? What would you suggest?" he asks. You laugh in turn.

"Ah, see you might be my dad, but right now you're my competitor. I can't be dealing in secrets" you admit and he looks over to you in shock.

"But I'm your dad!" he fakes his offence taken making you laugh a little more.

"I know, so technically this" you say gesturing between the two of you. "Is a conflict of interest! I can't be seen meeting you in secretive locations!"

"Well, maybe you'll consider coming back to Mercedes but I want to let you know just how proud I am of what you've helped them achieve at Red Bull!" he smiles, pulling you into a tight hug, one that you didn't want to get out of.

"So, I guess I'll see you in Abu Dhabi?" you ask.

"I was actually hoping you'd come home for a bit. The house has felt so empty despite George coming over most days in the off season" he admits, knowing he'd do anything to have you come home even if it's just for a day or two.

"Well, I think I'm needed in the Red Bull Centre on the 20th, but I'll stay with you for the rest of the week, and travel to Abu Dhabi with you!" you grin, knowing you would like to spend some time with your dad Suzie and Jack.

"You're coming home?" he beams.

"I'm coming home dad" you smile nodding.

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[kteezy997]

Daddy's Boy-Part Three//t.c.

Information: little bit of angst, and lots of fluff

You kept your phone close at all times that evening after getting home from work. Theo asked about his dad when you picked him up from daycare, when you got home, while you were making dinner, when you were eating dinner together, and he even took a break from playing in his room to ask about him once more.

"He promised he would call, Theo, but he’s working. So you just have to be patient." you had told the anxious three-year-old.

It did feel like ages for you as well as you waited to hear the phone and Timmy's voice on the other end of it. You felt yourself falling for him all over again. You had no way of stopping it, nor did you really want to.

You were beginning to worry that it would be passed Theo's bedtime by the time Timmy called and he would miss talking to his father.

Time dragged on, and bedtime came. Theo was obviously upset that he did not get to talk to his daddy. Meeting him and playing with him the day before was like a whole new beginning for the young boy.

You told your son that you were sorry, but that you were sure Daddy just got caught up with his job.

"What job does Daddy have?" Theo asked as you helped him into bed.

"Well," you decided to tell him the truth, as he would find it out eventually, "he makes movies."

"Like superheroes?"

"Kind of, yeah. Um, he pretends to be other people in movies. It's called acting. Your dad is an actor."

"Wow, that's cool." Theo smiled, "I wish he came to play today."

"You'll see him again soon, I promise. Daddy loves you, bubs." you then kissed your little boy's forehead. "Get some sleep, okay? I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay. Goodnight, Momma."

You watched him turn onto his left side, his long lashes fluttering closed. You were instantly reminded of Timmy sleeping the same way, on the same side, facing you in the bed. He would get comfortable and then pull you into his chest, holding you all night long. You always slept so well when you were with Timmy.

Timmy loved to cuddle, and so did his son. It was so crazy to you how alike they really were, even without being in each other's lives. It was as if they were in sync no matter what.

You left Theo's room, hoping that Timmy would still call. You hoped he would call and make plans to come hang out with his son soon.

But that call never came. You were shocked that you hadn't heard anything from him, not even a text, before you went to bed. He had seemed so eager to talk to Theo again. Your heart sank, thinking that he didn't mean it. Those old feelings of being unwanted came to you as you tossed and turned in your sleep that night.

This is what you wanted to avoid all along. This sadness, this feeling of being alone, none of it was what you wanted for your child.

You decided to invite happy thoughts to your mind. You knew Timmy, he had no malice in his heart. He wouldn't ever hurt anyone on purpose. You were sure that he would have an explanation for tonight.

…..

The next morning, you had a text message from your son’s father:

I am so sorry! Please tell Theo I didn’t mean to miss our call. Just call me when you wake up and I will explain everything.

You didn’t type out a response, you called him, eager to hear what he had to say. You tried to make your disappointment in him subside.

“Hey, I’m sorry about last night.” Timmy answered, “My meetings ran over into the evening and I just got home and crashed. I was so exhausted.”

“Okay, but that’s not an excuse, Timmy.” you did sympathize with him, for sure. He was still extremely new to the parenting thing. But you also wanted to be firm with him, because this was a serious matter, and he needed to really understand that.

“I know it’s not. But can you give me another chance to make it up to you and Theo? Please?” he was really trying, you knew that. He only wanted to make things right.

“Of course you can have another chance. Um, are you busy later today? You can come with me to pick him up from daycare.”

“No, I’m not busy. I’d love to do that!”

“Okay, great. Just send me your address and I’ll pick you up after I get off work?”

“Sounds perfect. I can’t wait to see him. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye, Timmy.”

…….

“So, I talked to Timothée-I mean, your daddy and he said he was so sorry about missing your call last night, but he’s gonna be there with me to pick you up from daycare.” you said to your son as you were ready to walk out of the door together.

"My daddy is gonna pick me up! Yaaay! I so excited!" Theo cheered.

You giggled, "Yep, he's excited to see you too."

The rest of the day was rather uneventful, and then finally it was time to pick Timmy up. He was waiting for you outside his apartment building. He smiled when he saw you pull up.

He opened the passenger side door and hopped into your car. "Hey, how was your day?" he asked. His bubbly demeanor was intact as ever.

"Oh it was good. Kinda boring."

"Same here. Had some phone calls and emails, but nothing major. Did you tell Theo I was coming?" he asked, looking over at you as you put the car in drive and took off.

"Yes, I told him. He was super excited. He even said so." you giggled.

"Good, so he's not upset with me?"

"No. But I think you and I should talk about some things later, like, if you would eventually like to keep him overnight and things like that." You glanced over at him and he nodded immediately.

"Yeah, I'd love that. You're right, we do have a lot to discuss. This is all so new to me still."

"I know it is, and I want to help you with the process as much as I can. I can tell that you really want to be in his life, and I want us to be successful coparents. Theo deserves the best."

"I agree."

.......

You lead the way with Timmy into the gathering of other parents at the daycare center waiting to pick their children up as well.

"Oh, there he is." you nodded ahead, spotting Theo as he sat at a small table with a sweet looking little red-haired girl. You then noticed that Theo was holding hands with the girl.

"What-uh, what's going on there? Why is he holding some girl's hand?" Timmy asked, frowning.

"I think that is Everly, his little girlfriend." you said, looking at his face for a reaction.

Timmy was clearly taken aback, "Girlfriend?!" His voice was rather loud and a few parents glared over at the two of you.

"Keep your voice down, Timmy." you warned him in hushed tones.

"Sorry." he whispered, then returned his voice to a softer, indoor one. "I just don't know how to feel about my three-year-old having a girlfriend.

You laughed, "It's harmless, Timmy. They’re just little kids. And she's sweet. She and Theo play so well together."

Timmy sighed, all serious, "Yeah, well I don't think I had a girlfriend that young."

You shook your head, giggling, "You're ridiculous."

"Okay, parents, you may collect your children!" called out one of the daycare teachers.

Theo was one of the first kids to come out, and he yelled, "Daddy!" as he ran into Timmy's arms.

"Hey buddy!" Timmy sang as he picked up his son into a warm embrace.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of the two of them. They were like two halves of the same soul. Seeing your son so happy made your heart warm, but seeing Timmy acting so soft and carefree with your child made you melt.

You all went out for pizza because Theo told his daddy that that was his favorite food. Afterwards, they played for hours at home.

For some reason, Theo wanted to bring his basketball hoop into the living room. You said, "Okay, as long as you're careful and don't break anything."

You thought that maybe he wanted you to see him and his dad playing. Like he wanted you to be apart of it too. You could see how delighted Theo was to play with Timmy. He'd never had a male figure to play these games with. He also loved the challenge of someone bigger than him trying to block the hoop when he would shoot the ball.

After playing basketball for awhile, Theo wanted to play with his building blocks, so he and Timmy dragged his big box of blocks into the living area as well. You got a kick out of their antics.

They had built a rather impressive castle together by the time it got dark outside. "And that's where the princess lives." Theo said, pointing to the highest point of the pretend castle. "She has a pet dragon that lives outside the castle."

"Oh, does the dragon protect the princess?" asked Daddy Timothee.

"Yes, it does! He breathe fire at anyone who tries to hurt the princess."

You smiled at how animated your son could be. But he came by it honestly, as he was Timothee Chalamet's offspring.

"Theo tonight is bath night, okay?" you said, reminding him.

"Okay." said the three-year-old. He looked down, disappointed about playtime with dad coming to an end.

........

But Theo's chipper mood returned when Timmy told him he could stay to help him with his bath. Theo put his little shark bathrobe on after dried off and Timmy offered to brush his damp, curly hair.

You sat on the toilet lid, as Timmy kneeled down to his son's height to comb through the tangled locks on his head.

Theo groaned as the brush tugged on his hair.

"Yeah, I know that hurts buddy, I'll be more gentle." Timmy squinted his eyes, as he became more focused on the rats in Theo's hair. He made shorter, slower strokes with the brush, combing throught the curls thoroughly, so Theo wouldn’t feel any pulling.

You realized that Timmy had understood Theo's hair texture better than anyone else ever had because it was the same as his own.

“Okay, all done.” Timmy announced, patting Theo on the head.

You let Timmy put Theo to bed. The little one was actually pretty tired after the long day, and didn’t fight going to bed at all.

You waited for Timmy in the kitchen. You both knew that a discussion was needed.

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[kaldurahms-lover]

Hello, can I request Sal fisher x gn!reader, maybe a one shot about Sal showing y/n his face for the first time

AGH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS I NEEDED AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT WJSHSJHS

Pairing: Sal Fisher x Reader

Warnings: use of y/n, fluff, sal's face oops, i kinda fucked up the different tenses but i cannot be bothered to fix it, very minor swearing, not proofread.

Word Count: 773

A/N: takes place when Sal and the reader would be around 17 and have known each other for like two years

Sal knew he had to let y/n see his face at some point. They were the closest friend he had. (Larry doesn't count, Larry's family.) He knew in the back of his mind that it made no sense for the person he's closest to to be the last one in their friend group to see him without the prosthetic, hell, even Neil had seen him (i know in canon only his dad, larry, ash, and dr. enon have seen him. ssssshhh). He had no clue why he hadn't shown them besides his romantic feelings for them, they would never judge him. So when he heard them telling Todd how they felt like he didn't trust them...

"I just don't understand. It's his decision and I don't want him to show me if he isn't comfortable with it. But thats what hurts, is that he isn't comfortable with it. I love Sal, he's my best friend and I would do anything for him, I just can't help but feel like he doesn't trust me. And I know I sound terrible, being upset that someone I care about isn't ready to unpack their trauma with me, but I can't help it."

He knew something had to change.

Y/n was over within minutes, making the quick trip up from apartment 304. Sal ushered them into his room quickly, wanting to do this before his dad got home. They were obviously very confused, sitting down on his bed and asking if everything was okay.

"Do you think I'm uncomfortable around you?"

Y/n was taken aback by his blunt question. "Sal, what?"

"I heard you talking to Todd, y/n."

"Oh. Sal, I'm not upset with you, I didn't mean anything by it–"

He cut them off. "I know. I'm gonna ask again, do you think I'm uncomfortable around you?"

y/n gulped. "Sometimes I feel like maybe you don't. But who you take your prosthetic off around his completely your choice, I don't want you to do it just because you heard me say something to Todd, I want you to do it because you trust me and want me to see you."

"Thats the thing! I don't know why I don't want you to see me. You're my best friend, and I fucking love you, and you should've seen me years ago."

Y/n sighed. "It's okay. I promise it's okay."

Sal doesn't say anything, he just unclips his mask. Before Y/n can even realize what's happening, Sal's hand is the only thing holding his prosthetic against his face. He lowers it slowly, freely presenting his face, every scar, every bit of missing skin, the way it's now much more obvious that one of his eyes is also a prosthetic. His eyes are down, not wanting to see their reaction despite willingly removing his armor.

"Sal..."

"I know. It's not pretty."

y/n put their hands up and moved their head back as if offended. "Not at all what i was going to say. You're so pretty. In a very unconventional way... but theres nothing wrong with how you look. Can i..." Their hands reach out to cup his face, but they keep their distance until they have permission.

He nods and suddenly they're holding him so gently, as if they're afraid he might break under their touch. And as they softly caress his scarred skin, Sal melts. In fact, he gets so lost in the moment that it takes him a moment to realize they're talking to him.

"Sal? You still with me here?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Yeah I'm just... processing. No one's ever really had anything nice to say about me taking this off. I mean they've never had a huge problem but they haven't... they haven't reacted like this."

"Can I kiss you?" The question is sudden, purely formed from y/n thinking out loud. It takes everything in them react at how shocked Sal looks.

"What?"

"i'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or mess up us being friends–"

"No no no, y/n. Yes. Please. For the love of all things good, please."

"Really?"

"Really."

That was all the confirmation y/n needed before their lips were connected. It was awkward, considering the scar tissue and the fact that it was very obviously Sal's first kiss, but it was sweet. When they pulled back, y/n rested their forehead against Sal's.

They smiled. "Hi."

"Hi."

"This what you expected when you asked me to come over?"

"Hoped? Maybe. Expected? Never."

"Learn to expect this every time I come over now."

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Surprise - JJ Maybank Imagine

Warnings: Accidental pregnancy, cursing, Luke being a dick, mention of vomiting. That's it, I think

"JJ, why in the hell is there a pregnancy test on my bathroom sink?" The words had left Luke's lips less than a minute ago and all the oxygen felt like it was sucked out of the Maybank household. "Did you knock up some random girl?"

You hadn't known Luke was home when you went into the bathroom to take the pregnancy test. JJ had told you he didn't think his dad would be home today because he was supposed to be at work and the two of you wouldn't be very long; twenty minutes tops. JJ needed to do some miniscule repairing to the motorcycle and you were going to lay down because you weren't feeling good.

Nausea, cramping, bloating. The trifecta of symptoms had been hitting you the last three days and you felt incredibly sick. You had talked to Kie and Sarah about it, them jokingly saying you must be pregnant. You had all three laughed it off, but it sat in the back of your mind.

You and JJ had sex quite a lot and you were as safe as you could be, but the thought haunted you. You had decided to just ease your mind and grab a test to see, your intuition telling you it would be negative. You had to sneak it into your pocket after you sneakily paid for it, knowing you had to take it as soon as possible.

Therefore, you took it when you got to his house as he was outside. You sat the three minutes, waiting until it showed up as positive and you felt yourself vomiting into the toilet. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't. There was no way.

You shakily got up as you heard walking in the house, assuming it was your boyfriend, and you meant to throw the test away. However, you were now realizing you didn't actually follow through with that.

At Luke's words, JJ's eyes went wide and he got up out of the bed from where he had been cuddling you. He was in complete shock, his eyes darting from you to the hallway where his dad was standing. He saw the test in his hands and took it, his eyes landing on the result as he tried to figure out why you hadn't told him.

But, as he stood there and thought for a second, everything started to fall into place. He slowly walked back into his room, his eyes full of tears. He wasn't sure if it was from shock or fear or both, but his lip was trembling and he was slightly shaky. "Y-you're pregnant?" You could barely meet his eyes as you nodded, shaky breath coming out before you met his gaze. "Y-yeah, J. I am.." You stood up and ran a hand through your hair as you heard Luke chuckle, watching the two of you from the door frame.

"How can she even be sure it's yours? She might be messing around with the whole island, son. You can't take them at their word." Anger flashed through JJ's eyes as he saw how the words affected you, your legs carrying you out the front door and towards the road. JJ pushed Luke against the wall, pointing a solid finger at his face. "I'll deal with you later. But, if you ever talk about her like that again I will personally kill you." The words came out through gritted teeth as he ran after you, staying a few paces behind as he heard you break out into sobs.

It absolutely broke his heart as he walked up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. "Hey, listen to me." His voice was soft and comforting as he held you close, knowing how bad his dad's words had affected you. He had been dating you for a year and this was the first time he had ever seen you cry like this. "He's an idiot, you know that." He pressed a soft kiss to the skin that was exposed between your shoulder and your neck, his nose pressing against that area.

"I-I'm scared. We're not ready." The sobs racked your body as JJ carefully spun you around to face him, his eyes just as scared as yours. But, for now he had to be strong for you. Sure, he had to be a father. But, you had a living being growing in your stomach. He figured he would give you this time to be shocked and he would be strong for you. "We'll figure it out, if you wanna keep it.." His voice was soft as he pulled you flush against his chest, his hand rubbing up and down your spinal cord.

"I-I do... I think.. I mean.. I don't really know.." Your normally warm and bright eyes were absolutely full of terror and JJ absolutely hated seeing it. It broke him and he hated that he was partially to blame for this. "You don't have to decide right now, princess. Let's just go relax and try to figure out what we're going to do."

"Y-you're not gonna leave me..?" Your words came out in a soft and sheer panic as JJ realized that was what you were the most worried about. "No, baby. I'm here for you and our nugget, no matter what happens. I'm not going anywhere."

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Chapter 10

Note: of course there is an October edition for this fic too. Direct follow up to chapter 9 of the Fighter fic! Other Fighter chapters are in my masterlist.

Warnings: 18+. fluff, tiny bit of angst, suggestive.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: your fighter husband became a different man once again.

wordcount: 2,7k

Masterlist

'Fuck those bats!'

You had both just dropped a bomb on each other. You had told Sihtric you were pregnant, while he just told you he signed a three year UFC contract, which he hadn't discussed with you for some reason.

'What?' you and Sihtric said at the exact same time as you stared at each other.

'Honey,' you smiled, 'that's… that's so good-'

'What d-did you just say?' Sihtric stammered.

'I'm-'

'Yeah, I- I heard you, bunny,' Sihtric quietly cut you off, 'h-how?'

'What?' you furrowed your brow, 'I think you know very well how I got pregnant.'

And then, when it all seemed to suddenly dawn on your husband, his hands started to tremble uncontrollably, and he spilled his tea all over the blanket he had spread out for you.

'Honey,' you said and grabbed his cup, putting it to safety before you took his hands, 'breathe, okay?'

'But… but,' Sihtric slowly started to panic, 'we have so much to do? We- we need to move houses, and… and we still need to have that wedding party,' his breathing intensified, 'how… how…'

'Siht,' you took his face in your hands, 'calm down, okay? We don't have to do anything. We don't have to move. You want to move, and sure, I want a… smaller home,' you said, knowing it wasn't going to happen, 'and we don't have to throw a wedding party either. Our ceremony in Hawaii, just you and me, that was enough. We don't have to throw a big party here just because people expect us to. This is about us, okay? About our happiness.'

'O-okay,' Sihtric said, staring at you with wide eyes, 'but are you s-sure you're… you're pregnant?'

'Yes,' you smiled, 'I took like five tests to be sure,' you pecked his lips, 'you're going to be a father.'

'I'm… I'm going to be a father?'

'You are,' you said, 'you're going to be a dad.'

'Really? Me?' Sihtric asked, then started to laugh and pulled you in his arms, 'I… I can't believe this.'

'You really are,' you chuckled as you held him tightly and heard his soft laugh.

'Since when? I mean, surely this is not from a few days ago?'

'No, that's too recent,' you snorted.

You grinned as you remembered how hot and spicy the night had been a few days ago, in the kitchen, when your husband had decided to give you a sudden spanking before bending you over the kitchen counter, after you had teased him all day by sending risky texts when he was at his gym.

'It had to be that last time in Australia, on the beach, the day before we got back home.'

'Ah,' Sihtric chuckled as he still had his face buried in your neck, 'yeah, that was a really nice time.'

'Yeah, the only nice time we had there,' you mumbled.

Sihtric hummed and squeezed you in his arms, a soft chuckle escaped him again and then he went quiet. You enjoyed his silent embrace as you figured he was just taking it all in, until you suddenly heard him sniffle and his shoulders started to shock lightly.

'Honey?' you asked, a little concerned, 'what's wrong?' you pulled away to look at Sihtric, who was suddenly a crying mess on your shoulder and couldn't bring out a word.

'It's okay,' you whispered as you wrapped your arms around him again, 'shh,' you hushed and held him in silence for a while.

'Thinking about your father?' you asked cautiously when he seemed to have calmed down a little.

'Yeah,' Sihtric said and his voice broke, 'I just… I don't want to be like him.'

'And you won't,' you said, 'you will never be anything like your father. You are nothing like him from what you've told me. I mean, except your temper maybe,' you tried to lighten the mood a little, 'but you will be the best father in the world, I swear it.'

You pulled back to cup his cheeks again and wiped his tears.

'I promise,' you whispered and kissed his forehead, 'love, you will be the most amazing father ever. I just know it.'

And as you tried to make Sihtric feel better, he suddenly started to cry even harder.

'Hey, what's the matter? Are you… are you not happy?' 

'No, I am,' Sihtric said in between sobs, 'I just… I never thought I- I'd ever have my own f-family. And I… I signed that stupid contract and I shouldn't have done…'

You had no idea what else he said, as it became inaudible due to his sobbing, so you figured you'd talk about this later, when he had calmed down again.

Turned out that Sihtric felt bad he committed to a three year contract, to fight, without discussing it with you. He just wanted to surprise you after you had urged him to at least do some kind of work again, which he needed and he knew it too. He thought you'd be thrilled to hear life would more or less go back to normal again, without any drama hopefully, even though you weren't a fan of his profession. And you were happy for him and proud of him too. 

But Sihtric felt awful when he realised he would probably have a fight scheduled soon, which meant he'll have to leave your side for at least 6 weeks during your pregnancy. And he suddenly felt like signing that contract had been a curse to him. You told him to take it easy first and see when the next fight would even be scheduled, after you'd figure out the rest. 

And after Sihtric's endless pacing back and forth through the enormous living room, he finally calmed down several hours later. And then he called his friends to tell them the news, and he became a crying mess all over again.

Several weeks later, you and Sihtric went to your first antenatal visit in the hospital. And to your horror, Sihtric had already turned into a full Dadzilla.

'Honey, let me carry your purse,' he said and snatched it out of your hands before wanting to help you to the car.

'Sihtric,' you sighed, 'please. You do realise I am perfectly capable of doing things on my own?'

Sihtric scowled, 'But you have to take it easy. You're pregnant!'

'Christ, Sihtric!' you huffed and grabbed your purse back, 'tell me you are not going to be this overprotective the entire pregnancy?!'

'Oh, I'm just getting started,' he hissed as he walked you to his car.

His Bugatti.

'Oh, no. Absolutely not,' you protested, 'I am not going to the hospital with that car!'

Sihtric stared at you, his jaw clenched, and placed his hands on his hips.

'What do you mean by that?' he asked.

'That I want to go there as a normal person!' you snapped, 'not like some rich bitch who arrives in a dumb ass car like… like that thing!' you gestured at the car.

'First of all,' Sihtric snarled as he stalked over to you, 'you will not talk about her like that!'

'Oh, for fuck sakes,' you rolled your eyes and walked away from him as he continued his rant while he followed you, 'I'll drive my own car,' you said.

'No,' Sihtric grabbed your hand, 'you can't drive!'

'I am perfectly capable of driving my own car!'

'I won't let you drive!' he said, firmly, 'I mean… you're… you're-'

'Pregnant!' you shouted and finished his sentence, 'yes! I know! And how I regret it right now,' you mumbled that last part so Sihtric didn't hear it.

'Fine!' he huffed and took your car keys out of your hands, then muttered under his breath, 'I'll drive that disgrace of a car for you, princess.'

Sihtric opened the door of your old Volkswagen, held your hand for no reason at all as he "helped" you get in, and he was quick to kiss your cheek once you were seated.

'I love you, bunny,' he said before he slammed the car door shut.

Your eyes followed him as he walked over to the driver side, and you were fuming inside.

'Fucking hell,' you groaned, 'it's only been like seven weeks and he's a goddamn nightmare already…' you stopped talking when your husband opened the door on his side.

'I love you too, tiger,' you feigned a sweet smile when Sihtric got seated next to you.

He side-eyed you, and the drive to the hospital was a quiet one.

'Careful,' Sihtric said as he held your hand again while walking you to the hospital entrance.

'Careful of what?' you sighed, 'nothing is happening.'

'Just mind your step, okay?' he said, 'wait.'

'What? Why?' you asked, but Sihtric already ran away.

You impatiently tapped your foot as you had been out of patience for half an hour already, and when your husband returned with a wheelchair, you lost it.

'For the love of god!' you yelled, in front of a crowded hospital entrance, 'there is nothing wrong with my legs, Sihtric! Yes, I am pregnant! But I am fine! I can walk! I can drive! I can carry my own bag! Please, just stop treating me like I am a fragile little doll!'

'But-' Sihtric wanted to speak, but was interrupted when someone came up to him.

'Aren't you that kickboxer?' the guy asked your husband.

'He is!' you snarled, 'and he signed a contract without discussing it with his pregnant wife!'

'I didn't know she was pregnant!' Sihtric yelled in defence at the guy.

'Oh, ehh,' the stranger backed off, 'sorry, I didn't mean to, eh, I'll… just, eh, goodluck?'

'I'll need it!' you and Sihtric both hissed at the same time, and the guy was quick to leave you two alone.

'Get in the wheelchair!' Sihtric ordered you.

'Fucking make me!' you hissed.

Moments later, Sihtric pushed you in the wheelchair into the hospital waiting room. You desperately wanted to dump your husband at the hospital's playground nearby, with the other children. Sihtric was driving you insane, once again. You knew he meant well, but him being overprotective was the last thing you needed right now, as your hormones were all over the place already anyway, causing mood swings so big, they even caught you by surprise. You tried to not get more agitated while you waited for your name to be called, which was tough, but when Sihtric suddenly placed his hand on your belly, which wasn't even showing yet, you softened instantly.

'Look,' you said softly and took his hand, 'honey, I know you mean well, but you are stressing me out with your behaviour.'

'I just want you to be careful,' Sihtric whispered, 'it's… it's not just about you. I'm not just worried about you, I'm also worried about my child. Our child,' he squeezed your hand, 'yes, I have no idea how you feel and what you're going through. But you also don't know how I feel and what I am going through. I'm… I'm scared, okay?' he said and choked up.

'Sweetheart,' you whispered and rested your head against his shoulder, 'you're right. I'm sorry. I didn't consider your feelings, and I'm sorry. But I want you to understand that by being so overly concerned, you're making me feel stressed.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric sighed, 'I understand that too. I didn't think about that either. I'm sorry.'

'And what are you scared of, Siht?'

'I don't know,' he shrugged lightly, 'that something would go wrong, I guess. Either with you or the child. I just worry, I'm sorry. This is everything I've ever wanted and now I'm terrified that something will go wrong and it… that it will be taken away from me.'

'Nothing will be taken away from you,' you looked up at your husband and smiled at him, 'I promise you.'

'I hope you're right. Kiss?' Sihtric asked, to which you pecked his lips, 'I'm sorry, love. I'll try to be more calm about everything.'

'I would like that. And I'm sorry too. I'll try to be more considerate of your feelings too. It's just that my hormones are going nuts. I don't mean to snap at you, I hope you know that too.'

'I do,' he said, then paused for a moment and cupped your cheek, 'still love me?'

'Of course,' you smiled, 'do you still love me?'

'Always,' Sihtric said, then nuzzled your nose, 'always, bunny,' he whispered and kissed your lips.

And when you were finally called in for your appointment, you allowed Sihtric to push the wheelchair you clearly didn't need, if only it was to make him feel better.

You hoped Sihtric would've been more at ease after that first hospital appointment, where he got told that you and the baby were both doing good, and that he had no reason to be so worried and protective. But, even though he said he'd try to be more calm, he was still driving you mad at times. And you were glad when he went to the gym on a sunday afternoon, in October, and you had the mansion all to yourself. And you gathered the Halloween decorations and started to decorate, as you were perfectly capable of doing so.

You took a break, after having decorated the hallway, to make some cinnamon flavoured cookies while having a cup of tea as you enjoyed the silent home. And when the cookies were baking in the oven, you started to decorate the living room. You thoroughly enjoyed the day on your own, without Sihtric checking on you every five minutes, but your peace was abruptly disturbed when Sihtric came home and found you standing on a chair, trying to reach the ceiling to hang up some paper bats. And he thought he was about to have a heart attack..

'What are you doing!?' he yelled from across the living room, scaring the living hell out of you.

'Jesus! What the fuck!' you screamed and lost your balance.

'No!' Sihtric yelped as he ran over, and he caught you just before you could tumble off the chair.

'What is wrong with you!' you yelled at Sihtric once your feet were back on the ground again.

'Me?!' Sihtric shouted, 'what is wrong with you!' he threw his hands up in frustration, 'what- what are you doing! Why are you standing on a chair!?'

'I was hanging up the bats!'

'Fuck those bats!' he spat, 'you almost fell!'

'Because you fucking scared me!' you yelled and gave him a push, 'everything went perfectly fine until you came home, suddenly shouting at me! Fuck you, Sihtric! What were you thinking!'

Sihtric scoffed and raked his fingers through his recently washed hair, 'What did you just say to me?' he breathed, then licked his lips as he somewhat cornered you.

'Did you not hear me?!' you swallowed hard as your eyes darted between his eyes and his lips.

'Oh, I heard you,' he said, chest heaving up and down.

'Well I'll say it again anyway! Fuck you,' you breathed.

'Yeah? Is that it?' Sihtric growled and grabbed your waist, 'is that why you're giving me such an attitude lately? You haven't been fucked properly?'

'I think it's why you have been such a nightmare to be around!' you hissed.

'You forget who the fuck you're talking to, sweetheart,' he said with a threatening stare and bared his teeth.

'And you forget who's carrying your child,' you said as you ran your hand up his thigh.

'You better watch that mouth of yours,' Sihtric whispered, and snuck his hand down your sweatpants, 'because trust me, I will fuck you again, and again, and again. I'll fuck you pregnant every fucking year if you don't watch that tone right now.'

'Really? Because you want to deal with my attitude every fucking year, hm?' you moved your hands up in his hair.

'Yeah, maybe,' Sihtric's breath hitched when you tugged his hair, 'maybe that attitude makes my cock hard,' he chuckled in your ear and pressed his hips against you, 'or maybe I get hard because the whole world knows you're pregnant because I fucked that tight pussy of yours so good.'

'Oh, you think you fucked me good?' you rolled your eyes to provoke him.

And you didn't need to say anything else as your husband pulled your sweatpants down, gently bent you over his couch, and took you good and hard, until you screamed out his name and fucked out each other's frustrations.

And later, Sihtric helped you decorate the rest of the living room after you blamed him for the burned cinnamon cookies, which you had forgotten about while he had his way with you.

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[scholastic-dragon]

I'm almost a month late to this but it doesn't matter cause I'm here now!! The All 4- 1 challenge - April Edition, and no not O'Neil I mean the month!

This is basically the scene from How I met your mother but with the turtles, but it's hilarious so I'm writing it anyway.

Leo x Fem!reader

Sharing isn't always Caring

You weren't sure what you walked in on.

On any given day it was a toss up: either the boys would be happily getting along, or at each other's throats.

Today, when you walked into the lair, arms full with bags of sandwiches for lunch, you heard very harsh voices.

"Hey! Lunch is here!" You called, kicking off your shoes and putting on your slippers.

Mikey and Donnie slinked out of Raphs room, awkward looks on their faces.

"Sssshhh!" Mikey whisper yelled at you. Both of them silently moving toward you.

"What happened? Did another fight break out?" You whisper, handing the bag to Mikey, looking up at Donnie.

"Not exactly, Raph stayed home last night from patrol cause he wasn't feeling well, but apparently-"

"Apparently, his girlfriend stayed the night! In his room!" Mikey cut in, digging through the bag for his sandwich. Donnie smacked him upside the head.

You gasped softly. If there was one rule Master Splinter had set over the last year, UT was there were absolutely no sleepovers in the same room with girlfriends. (He deemed he was too young to be a grandfather.)

You had spent the night several times but you or leo were forced to sleep in the living room.

"So, Leo flipped out?" You filled in, chewing on your lip.

Donnie and Mikey both made faces. Donnie sucking in his lips and Mikey mimicking a boom explosion.

"Leo and dad flipped out. Leo's in there right now ripping him a new asshole, in fact, its probably good you're here, maybe get him to stop yelling," Donnie sighed, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, I'll go get him," weaving past them, you approach Raphs door. You could clearly hear Leo's angry-lecturing voice through the thick door.

Pushing the door open, you see Raph sitting on the end of this bed, looking at the floor with Leo pacing in front of him.

"It's just reckless! Not to mention, you bailed on the team! You can't do that, Raph!" Leo yelled.

"Hey," You say, knocking on the doorframe. "Lunch is here," your voice is soft, diffusing the argument and easing the tension.

Leo sighed. "Right, let's take a breather, have some food, then we'll talk later," He walked out of the room, sighing heavily once he crossed the threshold.

Raph looked up at you, nodding and smiling. A silent "Thank you" that you were used to.

Smiling and nodding, you turn around and head to the kitchen. The other three are sat at the dining table, devouring their sandwiches.

Leo smiled as you sat down, sliding a palte toward you.

Raph emerged a few minutes later, sitting down next to Mikey and eating.

Because you interrupted their argument, the air was a bit tense, but after asking Mikey what he thought of his newest video game, the tension lifted.

Donnie and Mikey spoke too fast to comprehend anything, but you laughed and nodded along anyway. Leo joined the conversation, having seen Mikey playing a few times in the living room.

Then Raph added his two cents, and suddenly all four brothers were laughing and bantering with each other like nothing had happened.

Once all the food was gone, Donnie and Mikey sprinted to the living room to play their new game, while Raph had dish duty.

You stopped just outside the doorway, wanting to give them space but also monitor just in case.

Leo walked up to the sink, handing Raph the dish. "I'm sorry I yelled, I didn't sleep well last night and just felt on edge."

Raph seemed shocked by the quick apology, but shook his head, taking the dish. "Yeah, I shouldn't have lied, but we hadn't seen each other for over a week and she had a real shit day,"

"It was either be a good brother or a good boyfriend," Leo filled in with a smile, crossing his arms and leaning up against the counter.

Raph gave a dry chuckle. "You got that right,"

"Yeah, I'm familiar with that,"

"Oh yeah, sure ya are," Raph sassed, putting soap on the dishcloth and scrubing away at some pots. "Mr. Honor Boy himself struggling to be a good boyfriend,"

"It's true! We had a fight just this past week!"

"Oh yeah? What about?"

Leo fought hard to stop from laughing, as did you. "I have a drawer at her apartment and she didn't like that I kept some ninja stars and throwing knives in there,"

Raph chuckled, rising off a pan and putting it on the drying rack. "How'd that end?"

"Well, we started to laugh because she realized that I kept weapons at her apartment but not my toothbrush,"

They both chuckled, then Raph squared his shoulders, looking over at his brother. "Yeah, you do,"

"Hmm?" Leo mumbled.

"You keep your toothbrush there," raph insisted.

"No, I don't, I keep it in the hall bath,"

Raph put the cloth down, turning to face his brother. "No, I keep my toothbrush in the hall bath,"

"Oh no," You mumble, putting your hand over your mouth to stop from laughing.

Mikey and Donnie approached the doorway, wanting to get some sodas for the game, stopping just behind you.

"What's going on?" Mikey asked, smiling at your redding face.

"Just listen," You choked out.

"Raph, what are you talking about?" Leo's eyes narrowed.

"You don't keep your toothbrush in the hall bath, Leo, I do,"

Leo's face fell. "What color is it?"

"Gray and green," they both went pale, shaking their heads.

"Oh my god," Mikey bit his fist to keep from laughing.

"Have we-" Leo looked ready to gag. "Have we been sharing a toothbrush?!"

Mikey and Donnie lost it, laughing uproariously, Donnie bent in half with tears in his eyes.

"Oh this is great!" Mikey yelled, clapping his hands. "I don't think this can get better,"

"Wait," You gasp, Leo and Raph glance at you. "I sometimes use that toothbrush,"

"Oh, God, so goes my girl!"

Mikey made a disgusted noise. "Ew! That means you guys have indirectly made out with each others girls!"

"I can't...can't deal with this today," Leo put his hands up, walking swiftly out of the room, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

From then on, Leo kept a blue toothbrush with a large "L" drawn on the side in your apartment.

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[ravennaortiz]

Okay I've got one more for Kozik. I'm working on making requests for all the guys again. So this time for Kozik I've got some ideas.

Prompts:

39. Blank, is your dad/brother? Why didn't you tell me! So I'm thinking for this one that Tig is her brother.

7. Stay away from my sister.

20. Why?

33. Are you blushing?

17. I love you.

19. Let's get married.

Another round for the guys? Yay!!! Okay so this is perfect and Tig as the brother is chefs kiss!!

As always my stories are 18+

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Welcome Home

"I know Hap. I fucked up" you stated as you sighed heavily as the last few minutes played back in your mind. "You don't need to keep giving me that look" you added as you met his gaze.

Happy was silent as he chewed on the toothpick in his mouth. The volatile homecoming had been expected but he hadn't thought you would be the reason. Truth be told he was more annoyed with himself for not realizing you and Kozik had a thing going on. If he had he sure as hell would have deterred that given Tig and Koziks history.

"I ain't mad. Just trying to figure out how you got away with this stunt for so long" replied Happy as he took a sip of his beer. "Seems to me you were never going to come back to Charming. I don't know what is worse for your brother. That fact cause I'm sure he has realized that or the fact his baby sister is bedding his mortal enemy"

You snorted as you rolled your eyes at Happys last statement. "I think mortal enemy is a bit dramatic for a feud over whose fault it was that Missy got out and was never found."

"What about coming back?' inquired Happy after a couple minutes of silence. He knew you had heard him the first time because you had stiffened on the stool. Your had purposefully not answered.

"Wasn't sure I would be welcomed home after all I did" you replied quietly. "Not that it matters now, because Kozik isn't gonna want anything further to do with me" you added dejectedly as you looked away. Tears stinging your eyes as you thought of the look of betrayal and Koziks words before Tig punched him in the jaw. -Tig Trager is your brother? Why would you not have mentioned that too me?-

Outside

"Stay away from my baby sister after today" growled Tig as he lay panting on his back in the ring.

"Why? Afraid I'll loose her like you lost Missy all those years ago?" snapped Kozik as he knelt next to Tig as he caught his breath.

Tig gritted his teeth as he sat up before glaring at Kozik. "We aren't talking about Missy, who you lost by the way, but my baby sister who deserves so much better"

Kozik rolled his eyes. "Stop calling her your baby sister. You are making me feel like a creep. You didn't even know we had been together until today so seems like you don't really care. I'm also not giving up the best relationship of my life because the woman I love and was going to propose to today has an asshole for a brother"

"What did you say?" demanded Tig as he looked at Kozik whose cheeks were flushed as he looked away as he stood up off the mat. "Are you blushing man?" laughed Tig as he stood up too.

Kozik sighed as he made his way out of the mat to where his kutte lay. "Got her this ring four months ago. Haven't had the courage to as her because you are right she deserves better. All I am is a former addict turned outlaw biker. What she sees in me I have no idea. But I know I love her and that she owns my heart, mind, body and soul.

Tig was silent before turning his gaze over Koziks shoulder and meeting his sisters shocked gaze. "Not happy about the lies but I'll figure it out.

Kozik turned and his eyes widened as he caught sight of you. He hadn't heard you approach and he gulped as your eyes went from his to the ring box in his hands.

"I love you Kozik. Lets get married" you stated before pulling him in for a kiss.

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[justcallmetory]

Xavier's sister x Tyler

There are some headcanons for being Xavier's sister and being in a relationship with Tyler

• You were born shortly after your brother. So the age gap between you two is small.

• You were really distant in your childhood you were easy-going and sociable and he was a lone wolf, who mostly spent all free time in his room painting something that makes sense only for him.

• Father often took you with him because you could easily get on with anybody and were "normal" unlike his son he considered mentally ill.

• Father spoilt you rotten: expensive dresses, jewellery and brand smartphones while neglecting Xavier. Partly it deepened the abyss between you and your brother. He started avoiding you and his father

* He ate in his room and come out of it once in a blue moon. When you met, he never looked at you or said a single word. You got used to it quickly because you had your father and a lot of friends.

• When he left for Nevermore, you didn't notice at first. You found out about it when father was talking with some friend of his and mentioned that he had got rid of the problematic child.

• You had been enjoying yourself till the moment you had a vision.

You were having a whale time with your friends, playing volleyball when suddenly you collapsed on the ground and started shaking.

You came to your senses in the hospital. You called your father but he was out of reach. Doctors checked on you and declared that you were healthy. During the day you were trying to get your dad on the phone but all in vain. When you lost the last spark of hope, you checked on your phone and found the photos of your friends in a café.

When you came back home, father acted like nothing had happened. You thought he had been busy so you skipped it off.

• After the accident you started having nightmares. You told about them your dad but he not only seemed not to care about it but also started sending you to psychotherapists who shrugged their shoulders.

* You wanted to forget about the accident and hang off with your friends but all of them came up with some stupid excuses not to meet with you.

• In the end, you were sent to the school your father chose for Xavier. You felt betrayed but weren't able to change anything because if father decide something, he makes sure it comes into reality.

So you're a Nevermore student now.

You were met by your brother you hadn't seen for a while. He helped you with your stuff and left without saying something like "Welcome there" or "Long time no see" .

Your roommate turned out to be a vampire. You got scared at first but she was friendly and never tried to bite you. So you grew closer and became the bestest friends ever. You were listening to some loud music at night, having a great time with Enid, painting each other nails in your favourite colours. The place you considered the school for mad people turned out to be the best place in the world.

No one in the school knew about you and Xavier being siblings till Xavier gave you package from your father. It was a real shock for everyone

- So he is your brother?,- Enid was shocked

- Yeah

- And you didn't say a word about it,- her voice was full of dissatisfaction

- You didn't ask. Is he a celebrity or something like this?

- He is our local artist and Bianca's boyfriend

- And Bianca?

- Are you freaking kidding me? She is the most popular girl

- Forgot

- How could you forget her?

- Eh... Like something I ate for breakfast six years ago

Yoko was trying to hold her laughter but ended up giggling like Joker.

- Girls, let's have a cup of machiato in Weathervane. I've heard they add some salt caramel and pepper mint in it. It must be delicious,- said Yoko after her giggling session

That's when you met Tyler

Girls ordered machiato and you not being a big fan of the beverage ordered tea.

- Only a cup of tea?

- Yes,- you didn't bother to lift your gase at a barista

- Y/N, we went here to try this new machiato everybody is crazy about,- grumbled Enid

- But now I want a cup of tea

- Green or black? Wait, we got a new one with lime and strawberry?

- I don't care... Just a cup of any tea

- Got it!

When he left to do your orders, Yoko asked:

- Are you alright? You look pale

- I haven't been sleeping well recently ,- you were rubbing your temples

- Nightmares again?

You were silent because you saw something scary: blood, dead bodies and a dark figure that were constantly saying: "The day of justice will come. As he rise, you'll die". Your eyes widened as you recalled what you had seen.

- Nothing special,- you tried to smile but it looked fake

- You can tell us,- Enid covered your hand with hers

- Your orders!

The barista saved you from further questions

This time you looked at him: curly hair, green eyes and a bright smile.

You took a gulp of your drink and frose. It was chamomile tea mixed with fresh lime juice. You took another look at him, silently asking to explain how he had found out.

- You looked pale and ... exhausted. And these bags under your eyes.

- Thanks,- you sighed, taking another gulp of the tea.

The second time you met him at the same spot and under the same circumstances. You were dragged here by Enid who wanted to try the machiato one more time

- Y/N, try it! You won't regret it ,- Enid tried to persuade you

- Ok, you won,- you said,- Hey...

- How can I help you?,- Tyler came to your table

- I'd like a machiato,- Enid said, turning her face to your side

- And you?,- the barista asked,- the tea you took the last time?

- Machiato

- Are you sure?,- he asked feeling your inconfidence

- Yes

When he served it, you tried it and realised it's the same tea you ordered the last time... just with milk and cinnamon and no lime. Suddenly Enid got a call from Weems that her new roomie would be there in any moment so she left you alone. You finished your drink and approached the barista that was wiping tables:

- Thanks for the tea...

- Tyler,- he extended his hand

- Y/N,- you smiled after a little pause and shook it.

When you had come back to your dorm, Yoko told you about Enid roomie

- She killed a boy and devoured his flesh

- Just rumours,- you sighed

- You haven't seen her yet

- She has huge pointy teeth?

- No, but...

- But you have ones

- That's mean

After that day you started visiting the café often by myself just to have a little chat with the cute barista. You were talking about the terrible accident with a bear. He was constantly asking you not to come to the forest

On the harvest day, you saw him with the new girl Wednesday. They were talking about something you couldn't hear because of noise of people. Then they disappeared.

You didn't stop visiting the café because the best soothing tea was made here and you are acquaintances after all

You always have a good time together till the goth girl appears. She interrupts your conversation and asks Tyler for a private conversation. He asks you to wait.

- Sorry for that,- he smiles,- where were we?

- What does she want?- you ask directly

- She asks about some strange places. I don't know what she needs it for and I don't care

- But why you?

- She fixed my coffee machine so i own to her... Stop! Are you jealous?

- Just curious...

- It's a pity,- he smirked, leaning closer to you

- I need to go. See you

You got out of the table as quickly as you could, hiding your blush :

- What if I ask you for a date? What would you say?

You stopped and turned to him:

- I will think about it

You reached the doorknob to leave, wanting not to show your pink cheeks, but his grip on your other hand stopped you:

- Hey, you forgot your phone. When you decide, call me,- he handed your phone.

You snatched it and finally left the place.

When you had reached your room, Yoko noticed your state and asked what had happened. So you told her everything

- I hope you have his number

- No

- Then how will you call him?

- No quess

When you were falling asleep, you got a message from... Tyler

"We've never exchanged our numbers" you thought but quickly realised when he had managed to put it in your phone.

There were three words" Sweet dreams, Y/N"

He sent you messages almost every day asking if you had decided about the date but you were a bit hesitant.

- Y/N,- you were taken aback because it was Xavier who practically had been ignoring you .

- Yes, dad sent something?

- Nope, I've heard when you were talking with Yoko about your date with that normie from Weathervane he isn't as innocent as you think

- How do you know what I think?

- Because you've always been so naive

- So you are hinting that I am a stupid chick who doesn't know people at all

- I didn't say it

- Yeah, you tried to sugarcoat it.

- Listen, he will dump you as he gets bored of you

- Like you dumped Bianca?

- What do you know about me and Bianca and who told you that?

- Nobody, I remember how miserable she looked when you dumped her

- She used her siren' song to manipulate me

- You gave her a reason to doubt your feelings

- Ok, I'm done... But mark my words and don't expect compassion.

When he came out of your vision, you phoned Enid to help you find the best outfit for Rave'N.

- What do you think about this dress?

You showed up from a fitting room in f/c (favourite colour) dress.

- It's amazing. You look beautiful in it. By the way, who will you ask to be your date for Rave'N?

- Tyler

- Your brother doesn't like him

- I don't care about him

- It sounds like you aren't close

- I don't want to talk about him. He's already spoilt my mood

In the evening, you called Tyler but, unfortunately, he was out of reach. You sent him a message and left for Rave'N with Yoko.

You were having a great time with Yoko and Enid. Suddenly, Yoko facial expression changed and she said:

- Y/N, let's go outside. I need some fresh air

- Are you okay?

- Yes, I want to inhale some fresh air. Just now

You heard some excited voices:

- She came there. Wednesday is here and not alone.

You turned to see who is the lucky man and saw... Tyler

- Y/N, - Yoko tried to wake you up from the state but you just rushed outside, running into Thornhil:

- I'm sorry ,- you whispered, running out of there. Near the building you found Xavier who was sitting all alone with his back against the wall. He turned his head and saw you:

- I was right after all

- I've heard that you were going with Wednesday. Don't gloat

- I wasn't planning to do it

You were silent for a moment:

- She thinks that I am the monster that mauled all the people,- he broke the ice

- She is crazy to think so

He chuckled:

- And she is. Let's go back inside

- Maybe, we just can sit here. I don't want to see neither Tyler nor Wednesday

Suddenly, you heard screams and dashed inside. Everything was red... Something similar to blood was running from the ceiling. Everyone was screaming and trying to get out of the hall, falling down on the floor. Wednesday left the building like this mess is nothing. When you saw Tyler you couldn't help but slapped him across the face:

- Don't try to approach me again

You couldn't see a smile on your brother's face. He had dreamt to do it for thousand times.

You stopped attending Weathervane although Enid offered you to give him the cold shoulder. The only positive thing about the evening was Enid and Ajax reconciliation. You visited Eugene in the hospital, hoping him to wake up. You hadn't known him much but it wasn't an excuse.

You started jogging. It was soothing but not as Tyler's tea. During one of the marathons, you heard a familiar voice:

- Y/N!

You turned and saw him. He was panting, trying to catch up with you:

- Galpin, what do you want? Another slap?

- No, I wanted to apologize

- Save it.

- And confess...

- What?

- I went with her to make you jealous.... Wait, I were rejecting all my attempt to ask you out so I thought you wanted to get back for your brother.

You were confused and he went on:

- I had ruined his mural and I were thinking you were trying to get back at me for this.

- Congratulations! So what do I have to do with this?

- Accept my offer to go on a date with me

- In your dreams

- I will make for you your favourite drink complementary

- Trying to buy me?

- I am trying to make it up for you. I was a fool

- Correction: you are a fool

- So you know nobody holds a grudge against fools

You gave him another chance and didn't regret it. He made a movie night for two of you. You were watching The Pirates of the Carribbean Sea and eating a lot of pop corn with dark chocolate. Till the end of the date, you were snuggling, watching Shrek.

Some headcanons for dating Tyler

Free tea and buns with chocolate ( He promised you. Don't forget! Buns as a bonus for forgiving).

Xavier went ballistic, trying to understand how it could happen. He was glancing angrily at him while attending Weathervane, wanting to snap his neck

You often talk about your relationship with parents. You told him about your father, who wants to hide( psycho)kids from public eyes. He revealed that his father who had been trying to avoid conversations about his mum.

- I think he doesn't know what to say and how to say it correctly . So he tries to ghost the theme like a child. He loves you and I am sure your mother too.

- Why do you think so?

- Because you are hardworking, caring. If I were your mother, I would be proud of you.

He hugged you, thinking

"If only you knew who I really am"

He always makes sure you wear clothes according to weather. If you get ill, he sends you candies by EnidExpress.

When Wednesday started showing up in Weathervane again....

She showed him an old book you had seen before but couldn't remember where.

She didn't show any interest towards him and even said you directly:

- Don't worry. I am not trying to steal your boyfriend. I needed some information from him and got it.

On Wednesday birthday, her friends ordered a cake for her in Weathervane. It was shortly after Mayor Walker was run over. You helped him with it. He promised you a romantic dinner but later he called you and said that he was having some business. You were upset but later you heard a knock. It was Xavier:

- You believe that he is completely honest with you so I want to open your eyes.

- Xavier. Stop it! Why can't you put up with the fact, we are dating

- Because I've seen him today with Wednesday and Enid. They were in the Gates house and he was scratched by the beast.

- And you? How did you end up here?

- I've seen him picking them up and I gad heard Wednesday talking with Enid about it some days before.

....

It was a rainy day, everyone was mourning over Walker, who didn't make it. You were distracted by Tyler:

- Let's talk about something

- About your "serious" business?

- You have been told already

- I don't want to hear why you didn't tell me that you were going to help Wednesday. That's it. I can't go out with a person I can't trust at all. It will be better for us to...

- No, Y/N...I'd tell you the whole story but...

- You don't want it. I got it

You left without looking back.

You wasted your time in your room, trying to forget about Tyler. Enid tried to cheer you up but all in vain. She moved to your room after the accident in the Gates house.

- I want to breathe some fresh air

- Want a company?- Enid asked.

- No, I need to have some time alone

you were walking the corridor and heard some strange sounds in Wednesday room but you didn't care what she was doing there.

...

On the other day, you heard a knock on your door.

- Xavier, has something happened?

You were going to the cellar he called his Art Studio. Your brother looked worried:

- I've seen nightmare. Kinbott lying on the floor while her blood is oozing out of her body.

- Did you warn her about the danger?

- Yes, I met with her shortly after the funeral

- And she?

He opened the door of the cellar and turned off the light. You walked there and saw Wednesday sitting in the corner. Both of you were shocked but the real one was ahead. This crazy goth stated that Xavier is the monster, who had been scaring the town:

- Wednesday, if you look for a real culprit, find one somewhere else. My brother isn't the monster you are looking for.

- Because I am looking for a bunch of monsters. One of them left the knife in my room... or to be more specific, in Thing.

- Really? Did you find his fingerprints on it?

- No, and he haven't done it all by myself because he had an assistant. You helped him and left it in my room because Kinbott wasn't allowed to be there. Enid told me about your night stroll so you had a chance to do it . And how can you explain the picture?

Wednesday came to a covered painting and tugged the material. There was a picture of Kinbott with scars on her face.

Suddenly, the police stormed into the room, ordering you to raise your hands and stay still.

- I hate you, Wednesday. Why are you ruining everything to me and him?,- you screamed like a banshee

- I wish I'd let Rowan kill you ,- added Xavier

....

- Father, what have they done?- Tyler was shocked to see you in handcuffs behind the bars

- This one was the monster who killed all the people and this one helped him

- She couldn't

- Because you dated her and know her?

He kept silence and said :

- She couldn't know the time when Wednesday and I met.

- She left her room during the time when the book was stolen and her pet - hand was stabbed

....

You heard that Wednesday had tortured Tyler but you didn't feel any emotions. You hated him and her for spoiling your miserable life.

....

- Hey, what's up?

- What do you want from us?- Xavier was furious

- I know you are innocent

- Your father doesn't think so... And why are you so sure? All evidences are against us,- you asked

- Because...

- you are the criminal?- snapped Xavier

Tyler didn't say a word and went away.

....

You were sitting like a criminal, cursing Wednesday and Tyler. Xavier were silent as well. Suddenly, she came here again.

- What do you want now? Kill us?,- you pronounced it coldly, not caring about anything.

- To set you free

- Why?

- Tyler made me thinking the criminals were you. He is the Hyde

- What made you change your mind

- While...,- she glanced at you, pausing,- I was kissing him, I saw a vision of him mauling Kinbott. I want you to help me

- Go to the Hell,- you were boiling with anger.

...

You as ones of the most dangerous criminals were under Sheriff Galpin surveillance. He was driving through the forest, trying to locate his son while you were in the cage behind him like two wild animals.

When the car stopped and he left, you heard a glass squeak. On the car's window by Tyler was Thing. He helped you get out of the car. Two of you headed to Nevermore because Thing told you about the danger that is waiting for all students.

When you reached it, everything was in fire. Xavier grabbed his bow and headed to Wednesday, who was trying to stop Crackstone. You tried to help others get out of the building.

When everything ended. You saw Enid walking out of the forest. Ayax started walking towards her but you barely knocked him off his feet:

- Enid, are you alright?

- Where is Wednesday?- she asked, looking at others, hoping to see her among them.

Everyone turned to the burning school watching Wednesday, Eugene and Bianca walking out of the smoke. Enid dashed towards her, hugging her with all her might and Wednesday did the same.

....

- What are you doing here?,- Sheriff Galpin was confused

- I want to see him

- Are you crazy? Although, all students from Nevermore are like this. No. He will tear you apart

- I will take all responsibility for that. I want to ask him something

- No

...

- You have only five minutes and if something happens, I will be behind the door ,- he signed, going out of the room.

- Ok

You inhaled more oxygen and made a step towards him.

- Tyler

- Are you going to say that I am an inbred?

- Yes

- Then you wasted your time. I know it.I set up your brother, killed one of your students, mauled one to coma.

- Was it a part of your plan to play with my feelings?

- At first, it was just an entertainment but later... I missed the moment when it started being for real. Thornhill wanted to kill all of you but my father wanted to sent you two in jail this evening.

- So she won't kill us? Don't make a fool of me. You asked Wednesday out shortly after we broke up and made out with her when I was behind the bars.

- I distracted her from the book. We were talking about her suspicions. She wanted me to patch things up with you and elicit About your brother. I needed to be close to her because Thornhill wanted me to know every step she takes. And she kissed me myself while i was shocked by the news about your arrest

- Why are telling me that?

- I don't know

- It's time to go,- you heard from Sheriff.

When the door shut behind you he whispered:

- Because I love you

[lovinqmils]

ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ┊ avatar x human!reader

warnings: panic attack?, self- inflected wounds, use of y/n, small spoilers of atwow, sfw

can also be found in wattpad: @lovingmils

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

dictionary: pesu si nga fpìl nga lu - who do you think you are | sempu - dad | win säpi - hurry | keyawr fya'o - wrong way | kehe - no |

PART 6: “BLAMED”

your heart rate was increasing rapidly as you approached the shore. you hated being in huge crowds. in fact, ever since you appeared this planet gave you had the underlying sense of fear. a sense of deja-vu grew in your stomach as you recognised the same panic you felt on your arrival, but you brushed it off and climbed out of the water, standing far behind lo'ak.

it was late at night, later than you thought. clearly you had explored with lo'ak longer than you should have. only the light from the village and the torches held by the na'vi in front of you allowed you to see. your eyes darted around the crowd as you tried your hardest to find someone that wasn't looking at you like you were some...monster.

you couldn't even look at neteyam, not because neytiri was right beside him but because his gaze was equally full of distaste.

the hateful aura reminded you of his mother.

you hadn't even noticed lo'ak being harshly scolded by the village elders (mainly jake and ronal). you distracted yourself by digging your nails into the palms of your hands in a poor attempt to calm your breathing.

'its not that serious, you're fine y/n' you repeated the phrase in your head, closing your eyes as you hoped it would—

"and you!"

your eyes shot open as the loud voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

lo'ak had joined his siblings in the crowd, looking at you empathetically as he stood next to his mother.

ronal's eyes held nothing but fury, she held an accusing finger in your direction and angrily stormed towards you.

"pesu si nga fpìl nga lu!?" her shouting screaming switched from english to na'vi as ronal tried to convey her negativity in the strongest way possible."we give you shelter and you repay us like this!?"

wait a minute.

you hadn't heard much of what ronal said to lo'ak but there was no way it was this intense.

what was going on?

surely she wasn't this mad because her own child left you in the ocean?

however, your confused face only fuelled ronal’s anger.

"do not act fool, tawtute! you dare try to trick our children into exploring beyond the reef!? what authority do you have?!"

oh.

ao'nung had blamed you so he wouldn't get in trouble...

you turned to look at ao'nung, eyebrows furrowed as you awaited an explanation. your eyes widened as he refused to meet your gaze, his eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment.

you then looked at lo'ak with pleading eyes, begging him to defend you. instead, you watched neytiri's grasp on her son's shoulder tighten, forcing lo'ak to bite his lip in dejection and avoid your eyes regretfully.

…and no one was willing to defend you

ronal started walking closer towards you, forcing to stumble backwards. you were too shocked to speak so you stood in silence.

‘how could they abandon you so easily?’ thoughts of this sort overflowed your mind.

but how could you forget?

you were different. you had no place here. no matter how strong you thought your friendship was, you were always going to be the last choice.

I mean, when was the last time someone mentioned spider?

ronal's resentful words had been drowned out, it was replaced by a loud ringing throughout your eardrums

had your heartbeat always been so loud?

"sempu!" neteyam whispered, looking at you in worry. your head was down making it look as if your neck had gone limp. thick red liquid seeped from the nail-sized wounds down your palm, dripping onto the sand below.

he couldn't tell exactly what you were feeling but the moment your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he knew something was up.

jake's serious demeanour faded as he allowed himself to view you as a 14 year old, a child and not an 'extra person'. he took a deep breath before placing himself in between you & ronal.

neteyam stepped forward and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the centre of the crowd. you lifted your head up and stared at jake and ronal, curious of the type of conversation they were having. you kept your silence as you allowed neteyam to inspect the wounds on your palms.

the ringing noise eventually died out and you turned your attention to the na'vi in front of you.

"they lied." you muttered. neteyam looked up at the sound of your voice, but froze at the meaning of your words. he had a feeling what he heard wasn't the whole truth when he watched lo'ak try to explain the situation, but was interrupted by the scolding voice of his father.

"nobody said anything. they just..." you breathed out, shaking you head in denial. "you...you knew he lied! I know you did! so why—" you breathing had become heavier and your chest was tightening as you spoke.

"y/n...." neteyam started. there wasn't anything to say, but he couldn't just stay silent.

"I'm your friend...aren't I? am I..not...somebody who...matters to you?" you harshly rub your neck in an attempt to make breathing easier.

"you must understand...my mother—are you okay?" neteyam took hold of your wrist, pulling it away from your neck as it was doing more harm than good.

you open your mouth to speak but no words come out. now you were really struggling. nonetheless, you stay stubborn and rip your hand away from neteyam's hold and continue to rub your neck as you try to find some relief.

after defusing the situation, jake walked over to the pair of you, "y/n, we decided it was best if we continued this in the morning..." he trailed off as he noticed the current situation.

the harsh rubbing eventually turned into hitting your chest firmly. your legs buckled beneath you, forcing you to fall onto the sand below. the two na'vi immediately kneeled down in front of you as they tried to make sense of what was happening.

"y/n! y/n!" jake called, grabbing your attention. "calm down, just take deep breaths."

your eyes narrowed at his words and you weakly hit his shoulder (it was clear you wanted to hit him way harder), as if you were saying, 'can't you see I'm trying to!?"

neteyam attempted to help you stand up, but was surprised when pushed him away. '

"win säpi! we need to get some help," jake easily picked you up and started running towards the scientists' maui (it was really a make-shift lab).

suddenly, you let out a series of coughs and finally took a deep breath. jake stopped running and gently placed you back onto your feet, making sure to hold onto your shoulder in case you fell again. neteyam caught up to the two of you, placing a hand on your other shoulder as he watched you catch your breath.

"I'm fine...tomorrow morning it is," you panted, slowly starting to walk in the opposite direction, towards your maui. "keyawr fya'o." neteyam sighed, taking hold of your arm and pulling you towards the scientists' maui.

————

after spending 45 minutes being examined, they concluded that the unknown device placed in your trachea had malfunctioned. jake and neteyam had stayed the whole 45 minutes, but with the tension from earlier in the evening it was just a long awkward silence.

once the scientists had finished, you rushed out of the maui not bothering to spare even a glance. at this point, you just wanted to sleep. this evening was a harsh wake-up call, making you question everything and everyone.

“y/n!” you heard a voice call out, you saw your maui ahead and wondered if you should just make a run for it; but you decided against it and stopped walking.

neteyam stopped in front of you, it was obvious he wanted to talk to you about what happened. “i knew ao’nung lied about you trying to trick them because you told us you were scared of the ocean,” he explained, pausing as he expected you to say something.

when you stayed silent he cleared his throat and continued, “lo’ak tried to defend you but was ignored, and i couldn’t say anything because—“

“don’t worry about it.” you interrupted, sighing deeply before looking up at him. “i don’t really care anymore, we’ve been friends for a short time. i’m not expecting anyone to go above and beyond for me, a strong friendship is enough,” you shrugged slightly.

friend? neteyam felt his heart drop to his stomach at the word. but what was he expecting?

he could tell you had no interest in this conversation anymore, so neteyam decided to drop the subject. “i guess we became close friends in a short time, huh?” he smiled, glad to see the tension between the two of you was finally settled.

“yeah, yeah” you chuckled, shaking your head slightly. “whatever happens tomorrow, i’ll make sure i’m not the only one suffering.

“am i friend if i let you suffer alone?” he wasn’t worried for tomorrow, whatever rules are set he knows you’ll break anyway.

“goodnight neteyam! oh, and make sure lo’ak is okay, too. your dad is scary” you waved goodbye and started walking away

he grinned at your words, he was glad you forgave him so quickly. he didn’t want to lose your friendship over a single evening, you were your friendship was too valuable to him

————

“2 weeks in isolation?” you looked at jake in confusion. it was early in the morning and you had been, rudely awakened from your slumber by jake’s heavy footsteps.

“it was the tsahík’s decision not mine,” jake sighed, not even understanding your punishment himself.

“what is this? jail?” you got up from your hammock and started walking out of the maui, you wanted an explanation.

jake quickly pulled you back inside, “2 weeks of isolation…in here.”

you stared at him speechless for a few seconds, trying to figure out how this was the final conclusion. “why am i being put in house arrest for something i didn’t do!?”

“y/n the decision is final, it’d be easier for you to just accept it. just think of it as a rest, after yesterday you’d probably benefit from it.” jake explained calmly then left your maui without a word.

“wait—! but how am i meant to eat!?” you scoffed at the lack of reply, sitting back on hammock in defeat.

— ——- —-

after a few hours two people walked into your maui. you shot up in excitement at the sight of other people, being in solitary confinement made you crave social interactions.

“kiri!” you squealed, hugging her tightly. you had seen tuk more times then kiri so you were especially glad to finally get to talk to her.

“ahhh y/n! i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever!” she matched your energy, bending down to return your hug.

after releasing the hug you noticed the metkayina girl standing shyly behind kiri.

“you’re…tsireya, right?” you desperately hoped that was her name, you had only talked briefly before but never got the chance to have a full conversation with her.

“mhm!” tsireya nodded excitedly when you remembered her name. she then gently placed down a tray of food and drinks on the floor and sat down beside it, gesturing for you two to join her.

- - — - — —-

once you & kiri had sat down she looked at you apologetically, “y/n…i’m really sorry about yesterday, if ao’nung got in trouble again he knew the consequences would be worse so he…blamed you.”

“yeah…lo’ak managed to tell our parents in the evening, but neither of them wanted to interfere..” kiri added on, her ears dropping slightly.

“it’s fine, i was just really startled yesterday.” your heart ached as you recalled the overwhelming sadness and shock that struck you the previous night. “but i don’t want to dwell on something negative, which is why neither of you can leave me yet.” you started, ready to lighten the atmosphere.

“don’t worry, everyone is quite busy so we can get away with staying here for at least an hour” tsireya smiled playfully, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

the three of you feasted on the tray of fruits and juices, laughing together as you shared stories from each of your backgrounds.

“we are the literally the best mix of people! i can’t believe we hadn’t talked like this sooner!” tsireya exclaimed, placing a sweet berry into her mouth as she leaned back contentedly.

“hurry up!”

“we’ll get caught at this rate!”

the atmosphere became tense once again, as you heard three sets of footsteps stumble into your maui. you braced yourself for the worst but you were happily surprised with familiar faces.

“lo’ak! neteyam!” you eagerly called them over to sit with the three of you, a stupid smile plastered on your face at the appearance of your friends.

you awkwardly stared at the final na’vi who stood in front of the entrance, “uhh…”

you watched tsireya’s face burn with rage at the sight of her brother, but you didn’t want to waste time arguing. instead you took a deep breath a smiled kindly, “ao’nung, come sit! my house-arrest officers will come for me soon enough,”

“anyway, how did you guys know i was in isolation?” you asked, leaning in curiously.

“…all of the elders made it a huge deal for us to stay away from your maui unless we were giving you food,” neteyam explained, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.

“but since all the adults were all occupied, we came to hang out!” lo’ak added,

“until we get found and kicked out that is…” kiri reminded, getting a harsh shove from lo’ak in return.

“y/n…” ao’nung started, looking at you in embarrassment. everyone immediately went quiet, turning towards ao’nung to awaiting his next words. “…i’m sorry, i…shouldn’t have blamed you like that. i’ll—“

upon hearing his (makeshift) apology, you could truly let go of the situation; you decided to revisit those feelings later.

“you’re forgiven!” you cheered, smiling brightly. your bubbly tone earned many baffled expressions from around the room.

“y/n, you understand he could’ve gotten you kicked out? are you seriously going to forget about it so quickly?” lo’ak muttered, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“i never said i’ll forget about it,” you said, glancing at ao’nung. “but i don’t see a reason to hold a grudge. now, let’s all move past this and play a game!”

——— - -

“okay, does everyone understand the rules?” you asked, standing by the entrance of your maui. the game you had decided on was hide & seek, it would be in teams of two and in the dark (since you would attract attention if you were holding a torch). the decided teams were: tsireya & kiri, you & neteyam and lo’ak & ao’nung.

“still don’t see why i have to be paired up with him…” lo’ak sighed, looking at ao’nung from the corner of his eye. ao’nung scoffed at his action rolling his eyes in disdain.

“count to 100!—or zam, ugh i never can understand how you guys count,” you ignore lo’ak’s complaints and quietly sneak out of your maui with your partner. you ran in the opposite direction to kiri & tsireya to make it harder for the seekers to find you.

“here!” neteyam pointed to a large wood structure behind a group of mauis.

“they’ll never find us here, i bet they won’t even look this far,” you said, peering through a gap in the structure. you and neteyam were sat in opposite corners, enough to be hidden from view but you were still able to see if anyone came close.

neteyam nodded in agreement to your words, but it was evident something else was on his mind. “do you ever miss your old life?” he blurted out, awaiting your answer curiously

“my old life? so like earth?” you adjusted your position to face him. “of course! i think about my family and friends everyday…why do you ask?”

“oh, no reason,” he shrugged, “i was just curious”

as the conversation died out, you let your imagination take over; letting you enjoy the tranquil silence of the night. neteyam however, took your distraction as an opportunity to study your appearance. something about the way your features complemented eachother so harmoniously gave him an overwhelming sense of longing peace.

his gaze trailed from your hair, to your eyes, to your nose and then your lips. he wanted to feel all of them.

technically, he wasn’t the son of the olo’eyktan anymore so…to think this way isn’t—

‘kehe! i can’t get carried away. thinking like that is useless.’ he got up from his position and started to creep out of the hiding spot. “lo’ak and ao’nung don’t seem to be good seekers, i’m going to check where they are. i’ll be back soon.”

—-

a few minutes passed and there was still no sight of neteyam. “i bet he got caught..” you jokingly rolled your eyes at the thought. just as you prepared to get up to search for him, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“finally! i thought you got—oh.”

jake towered over you, clearly unimpressed. stood behind him were all five of your friends, looking at you apologetically.

———-

after two days your punishment stood strong, and sadly none of your friends were allowed to deliver your food. you sat on your hammock staring blankly at the ceiling, when you heard loud commotion outside, you peaked your head at through the window and saw the whole village on the shore pointing to something on the horizon.

“the humans have returned with our spirit brothers & sisters!” tonowari exclaimed, diving into the water to greet his tuklun.

“everyone seems quite occupied…i’m sure the won’t mind if i get some fresh air,” you shrugged and quickly snuck out of your maui. as you approached the coast you saw a small white speedboat parked by the dock, you raised your eyebrow at the sight and took a few sly steps to get closer look.

“now i think about it….ronal did mention something about two other humans that had lived in the village before me. would hurt to say hi—” you froze in you tracks when you spotted a boy (clearly no younger than 16) strolling along the beach.

he looked so familiar.

as you made eye-contact with the familiar figure to felt the air be knocked out of your lungs.

“…b/n?” you whispered, stumbling backwards. you were unable to catch yourself and fell onto the sand below. however, your eyes were glued to the figured in front of you, tears welled up in your eyes at the possibility this situation being what you tirelessly hoped for.

“y/n!” your older brother smiled, running towards you open arms.

well it’s here now…we gonna ignore what i said earlier

tbf i was putting it off posting it because when i copy and paste it to wattpad i have to do paragraph by paragraph which is so tedious

so i have to write it on a different platform and paste it because…that is not for the weak

i’m so excited to write the next chapter! it’s how i came up w this book yayaya

[ladykailitha]

Corroded Coffin Headcanons!

Why yes, I am procrastinating. Why do you ask?

I've good all week and want to take a little break and descend into madness, so I'm allowed, okay?

As always, you can headcanon whatever the hell you want, just like I can, so please no hate. Good?

Good.

This mostly about the members of CC and not necessarily about the band as a whole.

I'm going to do Eddie last because we know the most about him.

The Unnamed Freak- And as far as I've heard around, this dude STILL doesn't have a name. I've seen all sorts of names for him: Frank, because it sounds like freak; Grant, because that's the actor's name; Archie, is another I've seen crop up a lot; and of course a smattering of others. In all of my fics, he's Brian. All the other members of the band had epic names: Gareth, a knight of King Arthur's Round Table, Edward, the name of several of England's kings, and even Geoffrey has a lot of famous people of that name. So he gets named Brian. Usually his last name is Martin.

He met Eddie because they were seated next to each other due to their last names in band. Eddie got him into metal music and the subculture.

Bassist for the band he began learning at an early age, early enough that he was and is the band's only bassist.

He is the oldest of four kids having three younger siblings. Two brothers and a sister. He tries to get out of babysitting as often as he can.

He's ace but not aro. When I age him up in stories, he's often in a romantic relationship, but never a sexual one. He's not sex repulsed but it's not for him.

He was held back in kindergarten and understands what Eddie is going through as far as being older than his peers.

He's a year younger than Eddie, and if he hadn't been held back would have graduated with Steve.

Jeff- Everyone thinks his given name is Geoffrey, but nope. It's Jeffrey. It's because his mom thought it would be easier for him. Nope! He has one older sister who is away at college. His last name is Lawrence mainly because I love that name and I think Jeff Lawrence just has a nice ring to it.

He is the grade he's suppose to be in, the same grade as well...literally every other older teen in the series except Steve and Eddie. In fact he's super smart, but doesn't have the patience to help Eddie with his school work. He gets frustrated too easily.

His mom hopes he gives up the idea of super stardom soon because she thinks he's smart enough to be a doctor.

In my fics where I age them up, he has a white girlfriend and understands Eddie's fear of going public with a guy, because in the 80s, black boy and white girl is just as bad as being gay. Still is in some places, sadly.

Jeff is Eddie's best friend, mainly because they both play guitar. Jeff is rhythm guitar, though because Eddie is far and away the better player.

Jeff is bisexual. Yes, he is with a girl most of the time and his relationship with his girlfriend is a lot like a couple friends of mine, where they are both bisexual, but dating an opposite member from their sex. Still experiences attraction to the same sex, though.

Gareth- this might shock some people but Emerson is a fanon not a canon last name for the character. And because I headcanon him as second generation American, his grandparents migrated over to America from Wales and his dad is first generation, their last name is Hughes. His dad knows Welsh, but Gareth and Gethin his twin brother don't.

The main reason I think this is because Gareth is a very Welsh first name. As is the name Gethin, in case you were wondering. It's why I picked Gethin as the name of his twin.

I think Gareth is a twin because there is a character in the first episode taking pictures at the basketball game that looks a lot like Gareth, almost uncannily so. You can even see Nancy talking to him for a moment.

Gareth is gay and Gethin is straight. Gethin is everything his parents would want from a kid, straight, smart, into photography, preppy. Everything Gareth isn't. He's gay, struggles in school, drums for a metal band, and is a metalhead.

That's not to say his parents aren't supportive, because they are. They let Corroded Coffin play in their garage, after all. But Gareth still feels like a disappointment anyway.

He's a junior in high school and absolutely wants to drop out when his bandmates graduate, but he's afraid his mom will kill him.

Eddie- Look, I know I've used Edward as his full name a lot, but sometimes Edmond is just the superior name. And I use them interchangeably, but yeah it's probably Edward considering he grew up poor.

Wayne is a Catholic (you see a calendar of the saints in the trailer) and Eddie grew up around Catholicism, but the more he realized he was gay and moved further into the metal subculture the less he liked the religion.

Yes he does know the patch on the side of his denim vest is the church of Satan. :D

Wayne bought him his first guitar after his mother died and taught him how to play as way of coping with the grief.

Eddie was one of those students that coasted in school until his senior year where suddenly the difficulty was ramped up to eleven.

He promised his mom that he would graduate from high school though, because she didn't. She got pregnant with him.

I think he was 11 or 12 when he went to go live with Wayne, just barely starting middle school. He's been around Wayne long enough that he knows he's loved by him, but old enough to have been influenced a little by his dad's life style.

In fact, it was his dad that got him into dealing drugs for Reefer Rick.

His dad keeps coming into town and dragging Eddie back down with him and leaving Wayne to pick up the pieces.

I've written him bisexual in the past, and probably will again, but there is just something about Eddie being gay that hits a sweet spot. An extra box to tick in the freak department (not that being gay is bad, it's just how Eddie would see it).

The Munson Doctrine is a serious things he's picked up over the years from his dad and uncle but also his experiences with life as whole.

Did NOT get bullied by Steve. Especially since for most of Steve's high school career Eddie was the grade above him. He just dealt at enough parties to "know" rich+good looking+popular with girls=douchebag. But he hasn't had any direct experience with Steve outside of the odd class they had together his second senior year.

Is the president of the Hellfire Club in practice, but on paper it's usually someone else. Someone more liked by the principal. And is billed as a gaming club on the school records so that it doesn't get banned. Everyone knows it's DND.

Corroded Coffin- Just a little headcanon here. Gareth is the second drummer but everyone else were original members that played at that Talent Show (Gareth would have been in fifth grade). They picked up Gareth after their original drummer moved away.

So there you go, just some of my headcanons for the CC boys.

[summermil]

𝑡𝑤𝑜 ❀

𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑐

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑟𝑡𝚑𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝚑.

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ꕤ

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑ೀ

her hair danced in the wind. the cooling feel of the sea breeze hitting her face was enough to distract her from her current predicament. in her room. grounded. for two whole weeks.

it was monday now, and after spending the rest of the weekend in her bedroom, she decided she'd had enough. she was going to disobey her dad's orders and sneak out.

she knew he'd gone to work, but since this was his new job, she had no idea when he'd come back. she wasn't even sure what he did. but she didn't bother worrying about that, as long as she doesn't bump into him during her escape plan, she'll be good as gold.

her room didn't have a lock on it yet, luckily, so she gently pulled open the door. the awful creaking sound echoed through the whole hallway, and she hoped she hadn't disturbed her mom.

the girl danced across the landing and down the stairs, making sure to be as quiet as possible, but when she rounded the corner in the kitchen, she was met with a fright. someone was stood in the kitchen.

she clambered backwards, knocking into the wall in the process, letting a small "ow" slip from her mouth.

"angel?" a small voice called out.

"mom?" was that really her mother calling for her, or had she gone insane?

the blonde peaked round the corner, and sure enough, leant on the kitchen island - was her mom.

"mom!" she exclaimed in shock "what are you doing down here. god, you scared me" a deep breath escaped from her lungs. 

"i was down here the whole time, honey." she chuckled slightly, though it sounded painful.

"i thought you should be resting?"

"yeah well.. your dads out. thought i might get some exercise before he comes back and locks me back up again" angel knew she was joking, but deep down she also knew - it was the truth. 

5 years ago, the doctors diagnosed angels mom, isabelle, with pancreatic cancer. it was rare, she was only young. they didn't know how she developed it, they said she was healthy, so the chances of her becoming cancer free were large. but quickly, they descended. 

every doctor's visit, every hospital appointment, all told them the same thing. they couldn't help her. the cancer had spread too far, and as much as the family pleaded with the doctors, they just couldn't do anything to help her. that was nearly 3 years ago. the hospital warned the family of the life expectancy. so, that's why they moved to the outerbanks.

her dad said it was a fresh start, her mom had always loved the beach. when angel was growing up, she was given the nickname jelly. her mom had started it, taking inspiration from the jellyfish that always washed up on her home town beach.

angel took that as a motto in life. she never let anyone close enough to sting her. maybe that wasn't good for her. that's why she liked this fresh start, new experiences, new people, she hoped it would be better than the last.

deep down though, she was upset. she knew the only reason they moved here was because her mom was dying. she didn't have very long left to live, and she wanted to be by the beach for her final months.

angel was angry. angry at the world for trying to take her mom away from her. she knew she'd have to live with her dad, but she had hope her mom would hold on, she had hope that they would run away together - her, tommy and her mom- then start a new life somewhere away from all the pain. but that was more of a dream.

the days we're getting closer and closer, the ticking sound of a clock echoed in her head when she thought about it. but, it wasn't happening now, her mom was alive, in fact, she was stood right in front of her.

"hey" the same voice snapped her out of her trance. "didn't your dad say you were grounded? i heard something along those lines, but i was so dosed up on pain meds.. i didn't really understand"

"no...no" the girl denied it. "he might have been talking to tommy, definitely wasn't talking to me" her voice went higher at the end. she knew her mom suspected something, but alas - she let her off.

"alright.." the older woman yawned, stretching her joints and wincing slightly when she pushed them too far. 

"i'm gonna go out, mom. is that okay?" angel asked, praying the slight waver in her voice wasn't a giveaway. 

"now?"

"yeah..i.. ya know, i just thought i'd explore the island" 

her mom snorted "well, maybe if you didn't spend all day in your bedroom yesterday, you could have gone out then"

angel thought she'd caught on to her lie, she was ready to accept defeat and head back to her bedroom.

"but, of course, you can go out jelly, just be safe.. okay?"

she almost cheered. "yes mom, thanks, i love you, bye" the rushed string of words left her mouth as she grabbed the house keys off the rack and practically sprinted out the front door. finally free.

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the sound of the waves crashing were comforting. when she was little, the only way she could fall asleep was with the sounds of the sea echoing around her room. she grew out of it, but the noise always seemed to bring her comfort.

so did the feeling of sand on her feet, the wind in her hair, the salty taste of the ocean. 

perched on a rock, angel began thinking. how her life could have been different. she wished she could turn back time, undo her mistakes and maybe even fight for her mother a bit more. she always believed it was her fault she was dying. she's dying. her mom is dying and there is absolutely nothing she can do about it.

salty tears rolled down her face. she just wanted life to be normal- why couldn't anything go her way? she wrapped her arms around herself in comfort, shaking on a rock in the middle of the beach.

"hey" it was quiet, barely there. angel ignored it at first, probably just another voice her head had made up. 

"hey, are you alright?" it was louder this time, whoever was speaking was close.

the girl turned around cautiously, but instead of a threat being behind her, it was another girl. her brown eyes locked onto angels blue ones, the girl's eyes were caring, kind. she had dirty blonde hair and as angel recognised she was not a threat, she also noticed her mouth moving.

everything seemed to come crashing back on her then. the sound of the waves, the chill of the air and the question that was coming out of this stranger's mouth. angel shot up onto her feet, frantically wiping the tears from her face and forcing a fake smile. 

"are you alright? you didn't answer for a second" the girl asked.

"uh, yeah I'm o-okay" she winced at her voice cracking, scolding herself for showing vulnerability to a stranger.

"I'm sarah" she gave a friendly smile. "i don't think I've seen you around before"

"uh no, i- we just moved here" for fucks sake angel, speak like a normal person "im angel, nice to meet you"

"cool... where do you live?" sarah responded.

angel thought it was a bit strange to give a stranger her address, she hadn't even known this girl for a minute. but she trusted her for some reason. her mom's words swam around in her head.

'don't let them get too close angel, they'll leave you with a horrible sting'

"i know that's a strange question" the other girl laughed, taking angels silence as an answer. "you don't have to answer if you don't want to"

fuck it, she decided. she wanted to make new friends? well, she had to start here. so, she told the stranger her address.

sarah looked shocked for a second, before her face lit up in excitement. "are you serious?" she had a hint of a smile pulling at her lips.

angel couldn't help but feel a small smile form on her face as well. maybe the people around here were nice, maybe moving here was a good decision. 

"yeah, we moved in about.. 3 days ago"

"we're neighbours!" sarah exclaimed, happily.

"oh my god, really?" angel matched her energy.

"yes, how did i not notice" she threw her hands in the air.

"do you- do you have a brother?" angel couldn't help but ask, the guy she'd seen on the motorbike that night, had to be part of her family, right?

"yeah, i live with my dad, his wife, my brother and my younger sister" 

"i think i saw your dad.. and your brother" angel hoped sarah didn't think she was trying to pry out information about him. 

"yeah.. they don't get along well" the girl's mood changed slightly and angel noticed a shift in the air.

"i don't get along with my dad either, he favourites my younger brother more" 

"is it just you, your brother and your dad?" 

"no.. my moms with us too, she's just... ill at the moment"

sarah gave a sympathetic smile, "i hope she gets better"

"thanks" her words hit angel like a ton of bricks. she won't get better, she's dying, she won't survive, she won't li-

"hey, me and my friends are hanging out down the other end of the beach. wanna join?" the brown eyed girl asked, extending her hand for angel to take.

new people? maybe she could make some more friends. "sure, why not" she smiled, grabbing her newfound friend's hand and letting her drag her down the beach.

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the two girls had made it about halfway back down the beach when sarah noticed angel was shivering and had her arms wrapped around herself for warmth, she wondered if the new girl just wasn't used to the coastal wind chill. so she offered up her jacket. 

"take this" she said after she slipped off the jacket to hand it to her new friend.

"are you sure?" angel asked, "i don't want you to get cold."

"I've lived here all my life angel, I'm used to it"

"okay, thanks" angel took the jacket with a small smile, slipping it over her shoulders. she then noticed something in the distance, a bright orange glow. almost like a fire? she looked around realising just how long she had been out. the sun was setting, leaving a beautiful reflection on the water. but it was getting dark, hence the fire in the distance. 

"do you see that?" she asked sarah, pointing her shaky hand in the direction of the light, realising that she'd been out so long and forgotten to have breakfast that morning.

"yeah" she replied back, happily. "that's my friends, come on" she chuckled before jogging in the direction of the fire.

angel could see them now, there was 4 other people sat on logs around a mini camp fire. she didn't run to catch up with sarah. she just picked up her pace a bit, letting her feet drag through the sand. 

the warmth from the fire was much appreciated by angel when she walked up next to the log sarah had sat herself on. she had sat by a boy with grown out shaggy hair, he was wearing a shirt and by the looks of how cosy him and sarah seemed, she could only assume that was her boyfriend. there was no room on that certain seat so angel casted her eyes around. the next available space was by the only other girl. she had darker skin and her hair held beautiful curls.

"guys this is my friend, angel, i met her.. just now, we're neighbours!" sarah beamed out to her friends. nobody said anything, but now all eyes were on her.

"uh, hi im... yeah, I'm angel" she gave an awkward wave cursing herself for not being able to talk to people at all.

"so.. you're a kook" the girl with the curls asked, crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance.

"kiara!" sarah scolded, giving her a look.

"what's a.. kook?" angel was confused, what was a 'kook' and why did this kiara girl seem so bothered?

"you don't know?" the blonde guy sat farthest away spoke up. angel shook her head.

he sighed. "pope, get up" he guided the guy next to him to sit down next to kiara, patting the, now empty, log bedside him. "sit" he ordered angel, looking her in the eyes.

"okay.." angel was scared about this strange group of people. hell, she met sarah about half an hour ago and she thought she could trust her just because they're neighbours? shit. what have i got myself into? her eyes darted around nervously as she took a seat.

"jj" sarah warned, "be nice". 

be nice?  angel thought, suddenly panicking, looking around for any escape or another human who could save her. she was convinced they were going to kill her, on this secluded part of the beach where nobody was around. these thoughts quickly put a chill through her bones, making the warmth from the fire practically useless. she wrapped sarah's jacket around herself tighter, basking in the slight warmth it gave her.

a hand nudged against her arm, snapping her out of her daydream. once again she had gotten to overwhelmed and zoned out. the guy with messy blonde hair who sarah called 'jj' started speaking to her again. "are you good? you looked scared. c'mon, we're not that scary" he laughed a little.

angel, despite her thoughts, felt the corners of her mouth turn up a tiny bit. although she thought they might murder her, her flight or fight wasn't kicking in, she didn't have butterflies in her stomach and her gut instinct wasn't telling her to run. maybe she was okay. so, she muttered out an apology and reverted the conversation. 

"so.. what's a kook?"

everybody sighed, finally realising she actually didn't know what a kook was. they all drew their eyes to jj, he sighed before speaking up.

"there are two sides to this island, figure eight and the cut. the kooks.. and the pogues."

"okay? i still don't understand" angel didn't get any of this.

"the kooks are the rich families. they have nice houses, nice cars, big parties and lots of money"

"so your a kook" kiara spoke up. "and so is sarah" from the expression on her face angel could tell nobody in this circle liked the kooks.

"is that a bad thing?" 

"ye-"

"no!" sarah shouted over kiara. "being a kook is... fine."

"see the pogues and the kooks don't like each other.. it's like, a rivalry" jj carried on his explanation.

"why not?" the blonde girl asked.

"man, because-"

"because the kooks are stuck up pigs who have too much money and only care for themselves" kiara interrupted again, abruptly standing up from her seat and stomping off the beach. angel opened her mouth in shock. is she going to be known as a 'kook' now. she hoped not, how hard would it be to get people to like her after this reaction?

the boy who was addressed as 'pope' stood up and turned in the direction kiara had gone. "uh.. i better go.. check on her" he stuttered out, walking in her direction.

"yeah.. me too" jj said standing up to follow his friends. he waved awkwardly before scurrying off in the same direction.

angel turned back to sarah, bewildered at what just happened. sarah opened her mouth quickly to try and stop the hurt that washed over her new friend's face. but it was too late, as a tear had already fell from her eye. she untangled herself from john b and ran over to sit with the other kook.

"it's okay" she whispered, slinging an arm around angels shoulders. "she just.. overreacted, that's all" 

"i don't understand" tears ran down her face but her features kept expressionless, eyes glowing in the ambers of the fire as she stared into it. "why don't they like me"

"they do like you" the boy exclaimed from the other side. "they just.. don't trust new people"

angel's head fell into her hands, missing the look sarah had gave him. this day had gone worse to good to shit all over again. 'they don't trust new people'. what does that even mean?

"I'm sorry" she sniffled.

"why are you apologising? we should be saying sorry to you" sarah said

"you only met me like, half an hour ago.. now I'm crying into your arms"

sarah held her closer, rubbing her shoulder in a comforting manner. "it's okay, besides, i think I've known you longer than that. it's getting dark... we should go home, c'mon i'll walk you" she gave angel a friendly smile, guiding them both to stand up. 

"ill see you tomorrow john b.. bye" she bid goodbye to her boyfriend and, with her arm still around angel's shoulders, began walking back home. they walked back in a comforting silence. with sarah being slightly taller than the other girl, she was able to rest her head on her shoulders.

the walk wasn't long, so they arrived back quite quickly. sarah stopped them at the gates of angels house. she laughed slightly. "my dads gonna be pissed"

sarah looked at her with sympathy. "quick, go inside then, before he sees you"

"okay.. can i see you tomorrow?" angel asked, sheepishly.

"of course" sarah beamed. "come round whenever, okay" she searched for something in her pocket, pulling out a phone and handing it to her. "type your number in, ill text you" 

"okay.. here" angel typed in her number quickly, bidding goodbye to her new friend before scurrying up to her house.

the front door didn't squeak, luckily, considering the building was quite new. she tiptoed across the foyer and up the wooden staircase. at the top of the staircase, there was a table. a table with a vase. a table with a vase that she managed to bump into, creating a ringing sound across the house. she wasted no time bolting to her room, opening the door and collapsing on the bed in exhaustion. luckily, her mom and dad's room was up another story, although she was sure that wouldn't be for long, considering her mum was struggling to get up and down the first flight of stairs as it was.

she unwillingly pulled herself off the bed to change into something more comfy, realising she still had on sarah's jacket. as sleep engulfed her, she made a mental note to take it back tomorrow.

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outside her window, the bird chirped happily, angel woke up peacefully. then remembered the shenanigans that happened last night. letting out a loud groan, she pulled herself up from her bed and trudged to the bathroom, turning on the shower. she let the warm water engulf her body as she zoned out. eventually returning back to her room after she'd done her hair care, skin care and beauty routine. 

"angel" she heard from outside her door. 

she rolled her eyes "just a minute tommy" quickly throwing on some random clothes, she hesitantly twisted the door knob and cracked open the door, pondering what her younger brother was up to. but to her surprise, he didn't try to hit her with a hand full of whipped cream, or throw a ball at her face.

"yes? what do you need" she eyed him suspiciously.

"i saw you last night" he responded, cheekily.

"tommy" she scolded, dragging him by his shirt into her room. earning a series of 'ows' as she shut the door in a hurry. "keep your voice down, he'll hear"

"what?" the boy furrowed his brows. "he's at work, what are you talking about"

"huh?" angel picked up her phone, checking the time to see that it was indeed, one in the afternoon. she let her eyes scan down the screen. seeing a text from an unknown number. oh, it was sarah. she remembered she'd given the girl her phone number last night. but that also reminds her. the jacket. 

"tommy, I'm going out now okay, so..keep your mouth shut and be good" she pointed a finger at him.

"what's it for me" he asked

she sighed "what do you want"

he stood with his hands on his hips "i want to go to...that basketball court mom was telling me about!"

"alright, ill take you there" she begrudgingly agreed, not even thinking about the fact she was still grounded for 2 weeks. "now get out"

the boy sassily walked out, not before sticking his tongue out at his older sister, typical. she rolled her eyes and started picking out an outfit to go see her new friend again. also remembering to chuck the jacket over her shoulder to return.

she got down the stairs to the front door, hesitating before she opened it. "bye" she shouted into the house, hoping that her mom could hear her if she was awake. angel waited a minute but got no response, so she sighed and stepped out of the house, gently shutting the door behind her.

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the walk over to sarah's front gate was less than a minute. she'd walked quite fast though, itching to get away from her own house. she punched in the code that sarah had texted her, watching as the front gate peeled open to reveal a beautiful house with a wide balcony looking over the town. angel admired it as she wandered up to the front door.

when she arrived she spotted a small bell on the wall to the side, deciding to ring it instead. she doubted a small knock would be heard in a house like this. the bell echoed around the walls of the building. through the glass door, she could see a figure approaching, not clearly though - since the panels were frosted.

but the figure looked quite tall, she was confused for a second. until the door handle twisted and swung open to reveal a tall boy in a polo shirt with khaki shorts on. she craned her neck slightly to look up at him and her eyes widened in shock.

oh my god...

[cheriladycl01]

omg in your feel the heat fic after you mentioned the son and dad and that yn was single after being broken up with. my mind went to single!dad and son obviously the dad is same age or close to same age maybe max like 7 years apart. but after yn helps the son yn and the dad get closer and end up dating. idk if yn in your fix is lesbian or bi but that’s just what my mind went to.

I love this idea! Its so cute! And reader can be interpreted however you wanted but as a bisexual queen myself i also envision her as bi!

Because i love this so much, here like a little drabble for you that's a little sub-plot to feel the heat!

Also I've noticed that a lot of people are enjoying these shorts that i do like 'Angry Y/N moments and Funny Gamer moments' that i've been doing! Do you guys like them, if so would you want more? And what would you like to see if i did?

"I'm scared for today" he told you. After you'd met Conner and his son, Tyler at the race you'd of course kept in contact with them. Giving them paddock passes. As time went on Conner and you became flirty, you hadn't been in a relationship since your last ex Emma, who you were secretly hoping and manifesting would call you back and ask for your forgiveness and want to try again.

But of course because of the way the world works that hadnt happened.

And now with Connor the time felt right too move on, he'd been hopelessly chasing after you for about two years now, and it felt like you could make something out of the flirting and teasing that had been going on. However, being with Connor came with other responsibilities that if you were going to commit to him, you'd of course have to commit to them.

It was a huge conversation you'd had one night about a year ago, before you first started dating. Tyler was an amazing kid, and he had a hard time with receiving female attention ever since him mum walked out on him and Connor, but when he was with you things just sort of fell into place naturally.

And this is what had Connor falling harder than he ever thought he would.

You didn't want to move forward with Connor, and not have Tyler understand why you wouldn't always be there, or why his dad's friend was now living with them all of a sudden of why he was moving to you place.

"I love you Y/N and i really want to make this work" he's smiled at you taking your hand as you cried a little.

"I really really love you too. I want you to know that i will look after you both, for as long as you'll let me in every way possible. But we have to talk about what to do going forward, long distance will put a strain on things with all of us!" you'd said tears still in your eyes.

"Baby. My business is already online, i work from home. And i home school Tyler, we can travel with you. The time zone skipping will be hard at first but Tyler will love it, he'll meet so many amazing people and he'll be able to boast to everyone about how cool you are!" Connor comforted you.

"You guys would up and move for me?" you ask in shock.

"Y/N we both love you. I think i have ever since i first met you in the paddock" he smiled shyly.

That was how you'd come to now, it was your 4th F1 season and right now you were 3 points behind Charles Leclerc and 7 points behind Max Verstappen for the world title. You still had a chance of winning it.

You were being interviewed in Silverstone, your home race and were hoping for a win, qually had gone well and you were starting P2 tomorrow, Lewis in front of you, Charles and Max behind you.

"So Y/N, your in points position for the championship, there's only 6 more races left to go of course anything can happen but its tight this year between you Max and Charles! How do you feel about tomorrow's race?" the interviewer asks and you smile starting to answer the question.

However, a small scared voice interrupts.

"Mommy, mommy" is heard and you look down seeing Tyler at your feet pulling at your race suit. You kneel down looking at his panicked expression, his lower lip wobbling as tears brimmed your eyes.

"I cant find daddy, and I got scared and then i saw you. I'm sorry" he cries a little, you comfort him. Kissing the top of his head, you pick the 7 year old boy up and place him on your hip, brushing his hair back a little.

"Can I continue talking with my friends while you stay here with me, then we go find daddy?" you ask him and he nods before putting his head on your shoulder and falling to sleep to the sound of you talking about racing, no doubt dreaming of being just like you, his idol one day.

"Are we getting this right Y/N or did the little boy you stuck up for all those years ago call you his mother?" the interviewer had asked intrigued at the new information.

"Yes, I'm in a relationship with his father, and I've taken on legal guardianship of him as well. I am actually engaged to Connor" you smile, taking your glove off and showing them the engagement ring while trying not to move the sleeping boy as much.

"Oh this is just wonderful news Y/N i think this might just be the best love story of the paddock ever!"

"Ahahaha i wouldn't go that far, there's some great authors out there"

Ah i hope you enjoyed this quick little drabble! It was so fun to write!!

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[ravenrose18]

My Personal Savior

Chapter 12- Prisoner

The silence of the room was broken as the sound of boots neared the cell. The pace was slow and casual, at times completely stopping before some rustling could be heard. This continued, accompanied by occasional sighs. It didn't seem like someone was in there for her. More like, someone was searching for something. Eventually, the person responsible showed themselves. It was none other than Rick's son, Carl. He hadn't noticed her yet, his bad eye facing her for the time being. His face scrunched up in annoyance before he walked over to a box sitting on the floor, and began to look through it. Suddenly, he stopped in place, his smile brightening as he finally found the thing he was looking for. He pulled a comic out that he had hidden inside so that he could read it later.

Raven looked over at the teenager coming into the room she wondered what he was looking for or why he was down there she didn't know if she should even interact with Rick's son knowing him he probably hurt her for speaking to his son She wondered what happened to his eye she saw people with wounds that are completely shocking for her to see questioning on how they lived through it. But he must have grown up in this world, maybe losing a parent or a sibling or just friends of his group in general she wasn't sure but maybe she could get a bit of background on his and or his group but she doesn't think he will be trusting her anytime soon.

As Carl turned to leave, still clutching the comic in his hand, he finally spotted her. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her as if he had just seen a ghost. He could have sworn that she had left with the others, but for some reason, she was down here. In a cell, nonetheless. Soon after being startled, he gained his composure, standing up straight once more. He continued staring at her as if she were something peculiar, his eyes momentarily trailing down to the fresh cuts before he looked back up at her face. "You're that girl from Negan's group. The one that tried to help.." He spoke finally.

Raven looks up at him and stands there and crosses her arms "Yeah name Raven, you must be Carl Rick's son. I did try to help as much as possible, but Negan told me everything that happened between your group and his. Look kid, I'm tired but now I'm here. I don't think I should tell you much just in case Daddy dearest gets mad and does something he will regret." She says as she glances over at the window wondering what she could tell this kid he's like 16 years old and she doesn't know what Rick allows him to know but if he asks questions she is not going to lie or keep something from him he deserves to know the truth on what's going on." She says

Carl continued looking at her, before taking a glance over to the direction of where he had come from. He knew he wasn't supposed to be down here. That's why he hid his stuff in here because that's where it would be last expected. If his dad ever found out that he had ventured down here and spoke with a prisoner, then he'd probably be berated for doing so. However, the temptation to know more was too much. Besides, this would be his only chance to speak to someone from the enemy side. "But why? Why try to help us and then take away our guns?"

Raven sighs and looks at him "Look kid if what you guys did to Negan men didn't happen you wouldn't be dealing with having your guns taken away I mean come on kid there have to be some decisions that your father has made and you didn't agree with them. I mean killing 50 men in their sleep just to collect the guns. Those men had girlfriends, wives, friends, and kids back home. I don't agree with what Negan's decisions are but he's trying to be a good leader and protect his people too. I shouldn't be here, but your dad had to know where to get more guns, and he had Rosita torture me. But I shouldn't tell you what your father has done." She says softly

Upon his father being insulted, Carl's curious expression turned into a scowl. Sure, he didn't agree with his father's decisions most of the time, her imprisonment being one of them, but he didn't want someone to insult his dad. He loved his dad. Rick had kept them alive and safe for so long. Not to mention, aside from Judith, he was the only family that Carl had left. After a moment, he spoke up. "And how many people has Negan killed? He's killed husbands, fathers, and friends. One of those men he killed in that lineup was going to be a father. His sick, pregnant wife had to watch him die right in front of her.."

Raven hears what he's saying and looks down and sighs "I get it kid some of me hates Negan for that especially having Daryl as a prisoner and torturing him just to get him to join his group but I know Daryl wouldn't break. I'm not agreeing with anything that happened, but I've killed too, and I'm sure I have as well. I mean shit I killed my parents and ex-boyfriend once all this started... and no, they weren't walkers. I made them turn into walkers and finish the job. This world can be cruel kid we have to do whatever it takes to survive and those choices aren't the best I mean I'm sure you would do anything to protect your loved one." She says as she leans against the wall, looking out the window up at the sky.

Carl nodded as he listened to her. He was still angry about her insulting his dad, but he was slowly starting to calm down. Carl was relieved by the fact that she wasn't completely brainwashed like most of Negan's followers. At least she could still see his flaws and expressed anger about them. When she spoke of her losses, he gave a nod before releasing a sigh. "I killed my mom three years ago. She was dying from childbirth. I couldn't stand the thought of her becoming a walker, so I put her out of her misery." He admitted, looking at the ground as he spoke. He still missed her so much. Her last words crossed his mind at least once every day. They were a reminder that he had to keep going. He had to keep moving forward to care for Judith and to help his dad.

Meanwhile, Negan was trudging through the forest, following close behind Dwight as he led the way. Dwight was by no means the best tracker in the world, but he was his only shot. Aside from Daryl, of course, but that was only a last resort. Dwight stopped abruptly along the path to inspect their surroundings, Negan having to quickly stop in his tracks as well as to not run into him. Negan was tempted to scold him, but he instead stayed silent. After all, you don't hook a gift horse in the mouth. A few moments later, Dwight was back on the move, and Negan once more followed behind, except he gave a little more distance this time.

Raven looks at the kid and frowns "I'm sorry Kid that you had to do that and I'm sorry for insulting your father I don't know him and he doesn't me but I don't accept how things started between Negan and your group I understand that communities need other communities to trade and help with protection but I did have guilt for doing what did when I here for the first when Negan came to collect supplies I know there kids here and their kids at the Sanctuary. I just hate how things started. I wish we could all just live in peace and work together to survive. We are no better than the walkers if we just kill each other and make the human race extinct. But Negan, that stubborn man I care for, wouldn't listen to me and I'm sure Rick wouldn't either.... you should get going kid I don't want you to get in trouble because of me." He says as she sits on the ground pulling out the photo of her and Negan she hopes keeping the photo will help her not go insane in this cell.

Carl lifted his head to look at her as she spoke, a small smile appearing on his lips as he continued to listen to her. He knew she was a good person underneath her act. Besides, if she was like Negan and his group, then she wouldn't have tried to help them with medicine. Sure, he was still a little sour about the guns, but he figured she had only done so to make it back up to Negan after speaking out to him. "It's fine. I've been trying to live up to her last words as much as I can. She made me promise her that I would keep doing the right thing. She told me that if it felt wrong, don't do it. If it feels easy, don't do it. It's so hard to live by. But I've been trying." He admitted.

Sometimes his anger got the best of him, but he was a teenager. Not to mention, one that grew up in an environment a kid shouldn't have to experience. Lashing out was bound to happen, but he was trying to be better. When she continued to apologize, he gave a nod, "It's okay, I get it. He does screw up sometimes, but he tries to help the group. I don't see how killing the outpost or this is helping though." Carl spoke, glancing over the cell. He was tempted to let her out, but he knew that it was probably a bad idea. If she ran home and Negan saw her injuries, then they'd all be as good as dead. Upon what she said about the communities living together in harmony, his eyes lightened up. He had been wanting the same thing for a long time, and it felt like the adults just brushed his idea aside because they felt it was impossible. So, to hear an adult propose the idea, brought him excitement. "I know. I wish we could have some kind of peace treaty and trade with each other. I just want this war to be over. I want us to work together, and build the world back better and stronger. Dad acts like he's on board, but I don't think he listens to me." He spoke, releasing a sigh. He felt a little hopeless about a goal like that, but he still wanted it to happen. More than anything else that he could want. When she said he should go, his face took on an expression of hesitancy. He didn't want to. He liked her. She was kind and had similar ideas to his own, but he knew it was probably for the best. He nodded, sighing. "Yeah, you're right.." He admitted. He had begun to walk away but he stopped in his tracks, looking back at her. "Wait, have you eaten yet?" He asked. He didn't want her to starve. Just because she was a prisoner didn't mean they had to treat her like she was less than human.

Raven looks down at her photo glances up at him and shakes her head "No I technically just woke up so I haven't eaten but I'll be fine kid if this is their way to torture me then it's fine they only want to hold me to know where a military base was that I saw years ago when this started and also... to get to Negan as well..." she says, frowning, looking down at the photo. "I miss him so much." She says softly. She felt like she could be honest with this kid and talk to him like he was an adult, not just some teenager. She can keep things from the kid who deserves to know what all is happening and not be left in the dark.

Carl turned around completely to face her once again as she spoke. He gave a small nod, sighing a little bit. "I'll get you some food. I don't care if I get in trouble, I don't want you to be hungry." He spoke. Even if she told him not to, he was going to do it anyway. Even if it was just a granola bar or something. In reality, Rick or someone else would bring her food later, but Carl still wanted to make sure that she had something to eat, just in case. He listened as she spoke of Negan, his face taking on a look of curiosity. If imprisoning and torturing her would hurt Negan, then she must have been someone close to him. He wasn't sure of what though. "Are you and Negan.. dating or something?" He wasn't trying to be nosy or use information against her, he just wanted to know.

Raven looks at him and smiles and blushes hearing his question and then frowns and shakes her head "No, unfortunately, he has a Harem of wives back at the Sanctuary but I mean I am in love with him I haven't told him my feelings I've fell in love with him when he saved me from my abusive ex-boyfriend who found me when I moved in with him and his wife my ex almost killed me and Negan saved me from him this was way before the apocalypse started. But I don't think he feels the same way as me. But I know it's probably disappointing to hear that I can be in love with him after what I know is what he's done, but I can't stop how I feel. I care a lot about him, and he cares about me." She says, looking down at the photo of her and Negan.

Carl's brows rose as he heard about Negan's wives. Wives are plural. He would have never thought that someone would be participating in polygamy in the apocalypse, but clearly, he was wrong. If anyone, he would have expected it from The Governor, but nope, it was Negan. Eventually, his thoughts were pushed aside as she continued speaking. He was a little taken aback that she was in love with Negan. After all of the people he's killed and the horror he put people through, she had feelings for him. However, after hearing about their history with one another from before the apocalypse, he finally understood why. He knew it must be hard on her to see someone she loved do the things he did, but he figured that she held onto her feelings because she thought the old Negan was still in there. After a moment, Carl walked over to the cell, taking a seat in a wooden chair that was nearby. "I'm sure he does. Sometimes guys just have a hard time showing how they feel. Especially if they feel like they have to hold up an image. I was in the crowd when you two were talking to Daryl. I saw the way you two looked at each other. We all did. If that wasn't love, then I don't know what it is." It was a little strange for a teenager to know so much. He spoke with a wisdom beyond his years because he was forced to grow up fast.

Raven looks up at him and smiles as she stands up and walks over to the cell bars sits against the wall next to the chair and looks up at him "You're a very smart and very good kid I know it may be hard to hear me being in love with a man like that when he's around me he acts like he was before the apocalypse. And that's all I see is him before the apocalypse but I doubt he loves me Carl like I said he has wives and he still loves and misses his wife whom he lost once this started I mean.... he named that bat of his after her. I was a bit taken aback when he told me about it, but that's his weird way of keeping her memories alive. I'm just glad I still have this photo of us together before the apocalypse. And the tattoos I have, me and Daryl, knew each other since we were kids. It was hard seeing him like that after all these years, and Negan had him as a prisoner. I'm just glad Negan let me talk to him... the tattoos I got on my wrist and the back of my neck, and the crossbow were the only thing I had to keep Daryl's memory alive. This photo and this raven rose tattoo I got with Negan. But it was hard for me to be alone for so long." She says softly, looking down frowning.

Carl smiled a little brighter at what she said. It wasn't that often that he got compliments, so he'd cherish what he could get. Especially when the comments made him feel like he was living up to his mom's expectations. "Thank you, and you're a very kind and caring woman." He responded, before sitting in silence as he listened to her speak. "If he's acting differently around you and making himself vulnerable, then he loves you, even if he hasn't accepted it yet. And the wives. That sounds like it's just a power thing like kings and dictators used to do. Besides, has he ever actually said that he loves them? .. Okay, I'm stumped about the bat thing.." He admitted, giving a small sigh of defeat. After a few moments of silence, his eyes lit up as an idea seemed to cross his mind. "Wait! Maybe that's the reason. If losing his wife was so hard on him, then maybe he's scared of getting into an actual relationship because he doesn't want to lose someone else. Maybe that's the reason he named the bat after her. A reminder of what he lost and could lose again, kinda.." He spoke. After she mentioned her tattoos, his eye took a glance at her arm out of curiosity, wanting to see the tattoo and the picture she spoke of. When she spoke of Daryl, his gaze went back onto her face. "And another thing, I thought he never let people talk to prisoners. So, if he bent the rules just for you, then that's just another example of why I'm right." He joked at the last bit, hoping he'd be able to cheer her up, even if it was just a little bit.

Raven smiles and giggles and shows him her tattoos ''Well I wouldn't believe he loves me until he admits it so I'm still going to believe he only. loves me as a friend but he doesn't show him being vulnerable because he doesn't want to show he's weak or show his weakness to himself or his group I don't blame him for how he is this world could kill you if you show any weakness whatsoever. And I know he doesn't want to lose me. I don't want to lose him but the nightmares I have make me think he could die, maybe even by your father's hand. But I shouldn't be too worried. Negan always says he's not dying until he's good and ready. I also say the same thing. Because we are all survivors we fight for our lives and protect our loved ones that we have left." She says softly

Carl leaned a little closer when she showed him her tattoos, owning a look of awe. It had been a while since he had seen someone with so many tattoos. Especially ones that were so detailed and pretty. He muttered out a "Wow," before, he looked at her face again as she spoke. "Whatever you say, but I think he loves you back. He might be afraid or something, but I think he does." He spoke with a smile. As she spoke of Negan's death, Carl frowned a little bit. At first, he wanted Negan to die, because he saw him as a monster, but if what she said was true, and there was good left in him, then maybe he didn't want him to die. He wanted them to work with one another, maybe combine their communities and rebuild. However, he doubted his dad would listen to him. "I hope not. I just wish we could go back. I wish we would have left those guys in the outpost alone. Now both sides are doing things they don't want to, instead of just not doing it. And after this goes down, and if Negan stays in control, it's only going to be a circle of mistrust and violence. The only way we're going to get out of this is by working together. But I know nobody is going to listen to me. Not until it's too late.." He spoke, looking down at the floor. His gaze didn't stay there for long as something caught his attention. He turned his gaze to the window of her cell, watching as someone's shadow went by. Carl tensed and jumped up from the chair. He didn't want to be caught in here. Especially by his dad, who he was almost certain was who the shadow belonged to. He took one last look at Raven as he whispered, "I'll be back soon." With that, he turned the corner, quickly and quietly fleeing upstairs to not get caught by whoever was approaching. Carl seemed to escape just in the nick of time, as Rick, Michonne, and Rosita walked in.

They made their way straight up to her cell, their gaze landing on her. "We're about to go to the base. Anything you want to tell us before we do?" Rick asked, tilting his head a little to the side as he stared at her, waiting to see if she had an answer.

Raven sees the shadow and sees Carl sneak off up the stairs and then looks down as she stands up and they come into the room where she is she turns towards them and sighs "Like I said there might be anything there knowing everyone is there dog mind ran to the nearest military base to collect supplies and weapons and the military tried to fight off the walkers but got overrun I saw dead body left and right so just be careful and watch your backs out there." She says as she walks to her cot puts her photo in her pocket and looks up at them hoping Negan will come to save her soon hopefully she can get someone's attention or something but she doubts that she will be allowed to do anything she wasn't trustworthy to any one of them so she just says what she needed to just so she can be alone.

Rick stared at her for a couple of minutes longer before giving a nod, accepting the information she gave. He still didn't trust her, but he didn't have a choice. "Alright. Rosita, stay here. I want your eyes on her while we're gone." He instructed, looking over to her. Rosita met eyes with Rick, before looking over to Raven once again. Rosita's gaze momentarily trailed over to Raven's arm where the tattoo was, a look of anger beginning to blaze in her eyes. She wanted to ruin that tattoo so badly. She wanted to do something that would make Raven regret what she said about Abraham. Rick seemed to notice where Rosita's eyes went, sighing. He turned his full attention on Rosita now, his hand resting upon the red handle of his machete that had taken the place of his pistol. "No more torturing her until I say so.. Do you understand me?" He grumbled. Rosita stood in silence for a little while before releasing a sigh. "Fine." She agreed, taking a glance over to Rick before looking at Raven again. Even though she had agreed to what he said, it was hard to say if she'd keep her word, because she still had that look in her eye. Rick seemed to believe her though, as he gave a nod and began to walk away. A couple of seconds later, Michonne followed behind him, leaving Rosita alone with Raven. She walked away from the cell for a second to fetch the knife she had left behind that night before she took a seat on the wooden chair that Carl sat on earlier. She reclined back a little, crossing one leg over the other as the wooden chair beneath her creaked with age. Rosita clutched her knife in her hands, playing around with it as she stared upon Raven, a silent threat of sorts.

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[penrose42]

So I had a dream last night that sparked a memory and train of thought so get ready for your very first long post, Tumblr.

Firstly, the dream: It started off as me exiting my old high school, I have had many a dream there so nothing too out of the ordinary, but before I left I had stopped off at the special ed class for some reason and had gotten to talking to a teacher, who had recognized me even though it was clear I had no idea who he was. He had recognized me, somehow, through a calendar from 1999 featuring autistic kids and four year old me was the cover for every month. I was shocked as this was the first I had ever heard of this, setting aside why this guy had a random outdated calendar that just so happened to have me on it because dream logic. I became furious as to why my parents would agree to me being in such a thing and why they'd openly tell the world that I was autistic when I had no way to give consent to the idea, but then it jumped to my dad telling me that they condoned this because he was proud of me regardless and that no matter who knew and how they treated me, that they loved me and wanted me to know that.

My thoughts:

Firstly to catch people up who don't know me: 1. Yes I am high functioning autistic 2. I was told I was first tested when I was four years old, which would have been 1999 3. Even after waking I do not know the teacher figure. I can't even remember his face now so I doubt it was of any importance. 4. Obviously the calendar doesn't exist. If it did I would assume we would have a copy and it would've shown up sometime. Plus I don't know why a calendar like that showcasing random autistic children would exist in the first place. 5. My dad, who has been deceased for seven years at this point, hasn't really talked to me about my autism or how they felt about it. Yes I recognize there's unresolved issues there and that dream dad was more or less just what my brain wanted him to tell me back when he was alive, but c'est la vie.

Later on I realized that this dream was tied to real life events that happened to me back in high school, and that it reflects in me how I feel today.

High School:

I was a band kid, so I got real chummy with other band kids. You fit in a clique as you do, and I had mine. The juniors and seniors, at least the ones in a particular music group that I was a part of, really seemed to enjoy my presence to the point that I preferred their company to kids my own grade at the end of freshman year. Sophomore year it stayed the same, but obviously sans the seniors from the previous year. Months into my sophomore year and I learn that all the older kids I had come to consider friends with learned that I was autistic, and I began to question the validity of their relationship with me. They hadn't treated anyone else, to my knowledge, the same as they would me, and I can attest I can be an annoying motherfucker at times. Then I would learn that everyone knew from one guy, who coincidentally was friends with my dad on Facebook. This guy I had considered a good friend, we had a good standing and were amicable to each other, however I cannot tell if it came from a place of genuine friendliness or if it was simply a façade of tolerance, like you'd see on any minimum wage worker at any retail store.

Obviously that idea spread to all the older people I knew; Did they really enjoy my presence or did they just tolerate it? Was I adding anything to their day or was I just something they had to go through and would avoid if the option arose? Then there was my dad; He had told me on a myriad of occasions that he loved me, never abused me physically, and while some of his jabs stung, I never got the sense of it coming from a place of disgust or animosity. I think he just didn't know where the boundary was and I was a quiet kid who didn't have a backbone. But I can't help but think. When expecting a kid, which mind you I have never been in the position in, I would imagine that you'd be helpless to dream up the kind of person they would become. What their experiences, which would be totally alien to you and completely unique to them, would ultimately shape them into the thinking agent they would become. What kind of human they'd be. But does anyone ever consider disability? Does anyone ever dream their kid being in a wheelchair? Does anyone ever dream their kid needing leg braces? Does anyone ever dream their kid needing special ed? a tutor? IEP?

Unless you have it yourself, or it runs in either genepool, assuming you're aware, does anyone ever consider their kids being disabled? I would assume that nobody would ever expect their kid being the one who needs wheelchair access, or who'd need a specialized tutor to help them with their dyslexia, or anything of the sort.

So why would my dad ever conceive of his son being the autist who can't make friends and is a total asocialite who'd rather spend their days indoors watching tv instead of making friends and playing around? I can't help but feel that, even now when I am nearing my thirties, and even seven years after he's gone, that deep down he was just the slightest bit disappointed, not in what I've done or who I am, but what I am. That I am not his expectation from when I was in his head. This unease, this unknowing, is without doubt the crux of my whole disquiet.

I now have trust issues with not just the people I know but now everyone. Do they genuinely like me, or am I but an occasional nuisance? Do they pity me and just put on a mask, or does it come from a genuine place of friendship? I think I've lost my ability to tell.

Cognitively I know that being autistic not something to be ashamed of, it's not an impairment of my cognitive ability or anything of the sort, but emotionally it's just hard to lose after you've dealt with this for two decades. When I was a kid I generally didn't like people knowing so that I didn't have to worry about the validity of their company, but since neither parent talked about it with me at all, and me being the spineless quiet kid, I never told them that I didn't like people knowing. Even now I tend not to tell people unless it's relevant, because I just don't know how they'll treat me or what they'll think of me.

I'll be the first to tell you that you shouldn't worry about what people think of you and that you should just do you, but I will confess that I do not practice what I preach. I worry that all that people see when the focus is me is just a blathering retard who just doesn't have a clue. That they'll never invest the time into me to really get to know me, because why bother.

I'm starting to doubt why I'm even bothering to continue at this point. I think I just want this off my chest. If you've made it this far don't bother sending a DM about this post I just want this out and gone.

I will say this though and that's where I think my parents went wrong. They got me tested at four but didn't intentionally tell me anything until I was around twelve, but I learned when I was eight. That's a story for another day I just can't right now. They always let me in to IEP meetings and whatnot but I just assumed everyone went through that. Yeah don't do that. Tell your kids as soon as you can. Explain it to them in language they'll understand. Make them understand. Talk to them directly about it and let them know that there's nothing wrong with them. Let them know they're not a let down or a failure but don't coddle them either. Communicate with them. Just don't let them be me. Don't let them doubt their relationships. Don't let them doubt their trust in you or anyone. There's good people out there, I know it, I know some, but my doubt always creeps in.