#Renewed family

[girlbloggerjqy]

Fanfic! So This is the summary for my upcoming book “Renewed Family”.

Elena and Brianna are two sisters living in Inglewood, California. Their cousin Jasmine Cephas Jones is unable to travel out when a tragedy occurs. Reluctantly, she has to call her ex, Anthony Ramos. Can the loss of one family member start something new?

[batfamhyperfixation]

*At a Batfamily meeting*

Tim: As the only one in a committed relationship- Selina doesn't count after your whole wedding drama- I really feel-

Jason: what do you mean 'thE OnLY oNe', you aren't the only one

Tim: oh yeah, who else is in a serious committed relationship?

Jason: Me? I've literally been married for years?

Bruce: EXCUSE ME???

Dick: who to?

Jason: Roy

Dick: EXCUSE ME??? EWWW YOU AND ROY, GET THIS IMAGE OUT OF MY HEAD, MY FRIEND AND MY LITTLE BROTHER GROSSS

Jason: Wait, did none of you know? I literally call him my partner all the time

Tim: To be honest we thought you meant partner in crime, not marriage

Jason: I mean, both but still...

*Later, during the ✨vigilante hours✨ of the night*

Bruce: I hear you are married to my son

Roy, panicking cause Bruce is really protective of his kids: Oh, shit, um, yes- yes sir

Bruce: without my blessing

Roy: uh, yeah, we were on a time crunch, married couples can't testify against each other

Bruce: without inviting me to the wedding

Roy: I uh- you were gone that weekend, business trip

Bruce: I haVE A PRIVATE JET, I WOULD HAVE FLOWN IN! IT WAS MY SONS WEDDING, I WOULD HAVE LIKED TO HAVE BEEN THERE

Roy: I'm sorry, sir

Bruce: tell me one more thing

Bruce: was Ollie there?

Roy: No

Bruce: Does Ollie know

Roy: No

Bruce: your recompense is to allow me to be the one to tell him so I can brag to him that I knew first

Roy: uh, sure?

[ofmd-ann]

Our Flag Means everything ❤

Sign the petition 📑

Renew as a Crew 🌈

[biceratops7]

I get it now,

I know why ineffable bureaucracy happened first. I had a realization and it finally makes sense to me.

The reason why the “arch angel fucking Gabriel” was able to put aside his hang ups in the fraction of the time it’s STILL taking Aziraphale is precisely BECAUSE he’s the “arch angel fucking Gabriel”. It’s not about who is more willing to embrace the trappings of humanity and all the beautiful shades of grey it holds enough to put differences aside, it’s about privilege.

Gabriel has never had to fear what aziraphale has even in supposedly the “same” circumstances. He can meet with Beelzebub face to face, converse and even flirt with them as freely as he pleases. There is no demeanor of caution in their sequence what so ever. And why would there be? They’re both in the highest position of power actually on the ground floor making decisions. They’re the ones who dole out the punishment, keep those under them in line, and generally have final say on what goes on in their day to day world. I mean who would even be surveilling them?

The seeds of this imbalance were planted in episode 3. Elspheth lacks power by being impoverished, so she quite literally doesn’t have the means to be the best version of herself. Instead of burying her friend and mourning the life lost, in a genuinely unsettling moment, she must jarringly transform the thought of her into just a fresh body. By being with Beelzebub, being kind to them and opening his heart so willingly, Gabriel is able to fully realize his potential, and accomplish the highest virtue there is.

… But love has never been something Aziraphale and Crowley could afford. The price of loving each other isn’t a slap on the wrist and a permanent vacation, it’s fearing for the other’s life everyday. They’re armed to the teeth in fire extinguishers, and Aziraphale would sooner declare war on hell than use holy water in a place Crowley spends a significant amount of time. The memories of how they’ve almost lost each other are ugly, cruel, and terrifying.

They’re both scared and fed up. They want the exact same thing, they just have completely different ideas of how to achieve it. That’s why aziraphale is so excited to “restore” crowley and be in charge of Heaven with him, and so distraught when Crowley hates the idea and refuses. He’s essentially an allegorical cult survivor. His insistence on rejoining Heaven is not a rejection of Crowley’s confession, it’s a reciprocation. Aziraphale is trying to provide, what is in his eyes, the ONLY thing that can possibly allow them the freedom of love, safety, and self autonomy: power.

It’s as if to say “no actually, we can’t just do that.” Aziraphale truly believes the only way him and Crowley can be safe and together in the current circumstances is if they play by their oppressor’s rules, and to be honest I’m not entirely convinced at all that he’s wrong. I don’t think for a second Metatron intended the offer to be a genuine choice and would’ve left them alone if the answer was no, and even though he is excited by the offer, Aziraphale probably knows this too.

[lunastwilightblog]

[papayafiles]

"i've grown up with mclaren and feel at home here. the team are like family to me."

(lando norris & mclaren - the band and i by maisie peters)

[merememberjust]

If you like this:

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Then you’ll like this:

If you crave for a Canon Polar Opposites WLW ship where one is a Black Cat and the other is a Golden Retriever…

WARRIOR NUN is the one for you!

You get:

- mutual pining

- “they were roommates”

- jealousy (from both sides)

- healthy communication

- at one point (in S2), one is the boss, the other is employee

- epic first kiss

- badass fight scenes

- superpowers / supernatural abilities

- constantly saving each other

- “no” “yes” “okay, yes”

- “they share one bed”

- one is touch starved, the other doesn’t get enough physical touch (therefore they always hold hands or hug when they get the chance)

- they acknowledge homophobia without the show or the characters being homophobic

- them being a comedic & chaotic duo

#WarriorNun

If you crave a healthy WLW representation, you can stream Warrior Nun on Netflix!

[whumpypepsigal]

Lockwood & Co. s01e05: “What the hell was that?… You were practically begging him to kill you.“

[bookwyrm35]

Here's a little something I drew to celebrate this momentous occasion 😊. I didn't even realize what a special day today was until I checked IG and saw the Stouds' posts and a few others celebrating. My mind immediately went into hyperdrive so not only did I draw this but also a few dozen little ghosties that I hope to transform into stickers someday soon. How did you celebrate our dear Lockwood and Co.'s birthday?

[liesmultixxx]

what i love most about lockwood & co is that it’s about these kids who lost their family, left their family and didn’t fit in with them. And then they find their own family, their home.

found family trope at its finest🥹

[kidflashimpulse]

the first pic is so devastating if u think what saving barry meant to him 🥲 he loves his grandpa sm

[girlbloggerjqy]

Renewed Family Chapter 3: Airport

Jasmine finally got time to come to California a week before Blindspotting filming in LA. She was excited to see the cast. There was a new edition as well who had some parts. His name was Kobe and he was from the bay area. The cast and him went for dinner and dancing. Him and Jasmine had a little fling in the bathroom. Nothing to serious. Jasmine hated to admit it, but after her breakup with Anthony, she stopped worrying about birth control so her hormones were a little all over the place. They didn’t go very far because of that and it was a one time affair. He still texted her a little bit. She was excited to see the girls since they barely saw each other. She was excited to see Anthony, pity her. 

The plane landed at LAX. She landed with Nala and went to bagged claim. She saw Anthony and the girls waiting.

“Oh boy” she thought.

Anthony couldn’t help staring at her beauty. She was so sexy to him regardless of relationship status. She had a red athelic romper that hunged her curves perfectly and black sneakers. Her curly hair framed her face.

“Hi girl!” She squealed and ran over to hug them. 

“Doggy!” Elena got down to Nala’s level and she licked her feet. 

“You guys are pretty!” Jasmine smiled.

“Thank you!” They both replied. 

“You are too!” Brianna hugged her.

Nala ran to Anthony.

“Anthony.” Jasmine glared. 

Anthony awkwardly pulled Jasmine into a close hug. Jasmine wanted to stay but pulled away. 

“Brianna I love your eyeliner! You do that yourself?” Jasmine made conversation.

“Yeah I practice on my sister but I use this NYX one.”

“You’ve gotta practice on me. Is Anthony treating you guys alright? Not stinking up the house!”

“Uh no.” Elena said. “We need groceries soon though.”

“We can do that. Maybe we can make a list at home.”

They waited for the baggage claim to start. Jasmine noticed Elena looked a little uneasy and was covering her ears. Anthony caught on to it, as well. 

“Elena are you doing okay?” Jazzy asked. 

“I’m sorry I’m not good with loud noises.”

Jasmine frowned.

“Poor thing. Do you want my airpods?”

“If that’s okay.” she replied.

“Of course sweetheart.”

Jasmine pulled her airpods out of pocket and handed them to Elena. She handed Elena her phone and let her pick out music on Spotify.

“Yeah my sister gets sensitive to some noise and sensory stuff.” Brianna said.

“It’s okay hopefully my earbuds help.”

The baggage claim started and Jasmine spotted her bag. She bend over to pick up her luggage and Anthony took it from her.

Jasmine had 3 bags total. Anthony decided to hold all 3 struggling until they made it to the car. Jasmine tried not to laugh. The car ride was mostly quiet. Anthony enjoyed to smell of her perfume. Jasmine was more focused on taking care of the girls. 

“Okay so make you guys can make a list of snacks and essentials we need for the grocery store. Also, I was thinking tomorrow we could go shopping for clothes and stuff. I know you guys got off summer break so you might want some new stuff or we can get our nails done. Maybe Anthony will treat us!”

“Yeah that sounds good!” Brianna stated. “I have some gift cards and I think my mom had some and who is going to use those. If that’s okay”

“ If you guys feel comfortable Im sure your mama would want you to have stuff.” Jasmine said. “What gift cards do you have?”

“Um Nike, TJMaxx, Victoria’s Secret, Forever 21.”

Elena added, “I have some too but I have to check the balance. Also, I collect money I find on the floor.”

Anthony laughed. “You’re gonna be a rich bitch someday.”

“Yeah we might need to use the Victoria Secret for Elena because her tetas are growing in like

the weeds she picked out of the ground.” Brianna teased.

Elena looked at her feet embarrassed.

Jasmine changed the subject. 

“Okay, okay. We can also go to other places to thrift if you guys are into that.”

“You think we are poor?” Brianna laughed.

“No but it’s eco friendly not poor.” Jasmine rolled her eyes and giggled. 

They drove home and they exited the car. Elena returned Jasmine’s devices with a hug.

“Thank you for everything.”

“Oh course baby.”

Everyone went there separate ways. Brianna decided to text her friends. She texted Benito. Brianna had some feeling for him. They had English together and he played basketball. They kissed a few times but they never got in a relationship. He was fairly tall and had dark brown skin and curly black hair. 

Brianna felt comfortable with him. He was outgoing and she liked his friends. Brianna didn’t have much friends. She was beautiful and kind, but people took her the wrong way. Brianna wouldn’t consider herself a shy girl, but rather one to stand off. She wasn’t biased but she could easily read people. Most girls thought she “tried to hard” or was a “hot chetto girl”. Her mom reminded her when she would come home crying from school that girls were jealous and to take every rude remark as a compliment. Brianna definitely got her mother’s glamour. Her mom dressed her up as a child and let her experiment as she got older. Benito texted her.

Brianna: hey

Benito: Hey my family is having a party in 2 days did u wanna stop by and dance

Brianna: Ywah i’ll let anthony know 

Benito: cool it’s from 4pm to how long we can dance 

Brianna: ok cool 

Benito: how are you feeling with everything

Brianna: i’m being strong for my little sister i can’t let her see me cry bc i’m tired of her being sad

Benito: i’m sorry mami❤️

Brianna: thank you baby. i think a party will be good for me

Benito: of course it would 

Brianna: i just need you right now

Benito: i’m here for you anything you need 

Brianna: anything?😩

Benito: hell yeah babygirl 🤤 

Brianna: let me tell anthony real quick 

Brianna giggled and went to her closet. She paused remembering the recent tragedy. She needed to calm down. She found a pink slip dress with little cherries on it. It had white lace trim and she found red platform shoes to match the cherries. It was a little bold but that’s what she was feeling. She went down the hall to find Anthony typing on his laptop. 

“Um Anthony.”

He looked up from his work and smiled. “What’s

up?”

“ So my friend and their family are having a little

cookout tomorrow and I was wondering if I could stop by. They are only a 5 minute walk away.”

“I don’t have a problem with it. I’ll ask Jazzy but what time is it at?

“ It starts at 4pm and whenever you need me back because they party late because we are Mexicans.”

Anthony laughed. “Yeah that’s fine. Did they know your mom?”

“Yeah my mom was friends with their mom.” 

“Oh okay cool.” Anthony sighed. “Jasmine is making dinner so we can ask her then.”

“Okay cool!” Brianna smiled. “Thank you Anthony.”

“Anytime Bree.”

Brianna went back to pick out her shopping outfit. She picked out a black mini skirt with a purple bodysuit. She found her big bambo earrings and her mom’s s nameplate.

“Dinner yall!” Jasmine yelled. 

They all sat at the table except for Anthony because there weren’t enough seats.

“I made salad I hope it’s good.” Jasmine passed the bowl around. 

“ Also the rice has peas and bacon bits. I found the recipe online.”

“This is so good!” Elena said.

“Good I’m glad you all like it.”

They continued eating. 

“Hey Jas. I was wondering if I can go to my friend’s cookout. Their family is coming over on Saturday.”

“Did you usually go over their?”

“Yeah they knew my momma. They live super close and I’ll have my phone on me. Anthony said it was fine but to ask you.”

Jasmine laughed at her eagerness.

“How long are you staying?”

“It starts at 4 and it goes pretty late so when you need me home.”

“Is midnight too late?” Anthony asked for her.

“Damn y’all are both party animals. That’s fine because you are close and you have your phone.”

Elena rolled her eyes. She didn’t like Benito. 

“Isn’t he that ghetto guy you’re into.”

Anthony snorted his water.

“No his sister is going to be there I’m hanging out with her.” Brianna was pissed.

Jasmine laughed at Elena. She loved that kid.

“Look it’s fine with me. You’re 16 and I’m sure you will make smart choices. If his parents are there it’s fine with me. No drugs alright.”

“I’m not doing drugs.”

“I never said you were but I’m just saying.”

Anthony added. “Just text me, Pineapple, if you need me over their alright.”

She laughed. “Okay.”

Elena rolled her eyes.  

“Can I spend the night at my friends Ruby’s house across the street since my sister is gonna party?”

Anthony laughed. “Well if she’s across the street that’s fine because we can get you in the middle

of the night.”

“Yeah they are weird but they have been friends since kinder so.” Brianna said.

“Yeah you girls should have some fun since y’all have gone through a lot. Plus it’s summer vacation!”

They continued to eat. Jasmine caught Anthony staring at her chest.

“Eyes up here.”

Anthony rolled his eyes. Jasmine was excited to have her ex do anything for her. Anthony felt his pants tighten so he thought about gross

videos of things getting slaughtered. He quickly lost his appetite. 

“Alright I’m shower.” Anthony excused himself.

“I’ll clean up.” Brianna said as she collected dishes.

“These next two days will be interesting.” Jasmine thought.

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Freak Like Them

Summary: Anthony Lockwood x Fe!Reader -> You haven't spoke to your parents in years, and have never once mentioned them. One day, they decided to come and see you.

Disclaimer: This is more of a Lockwood and Co Platonic thing though I guess something could be shown as 'romantic'...kinda. Not proof read. Terrible parents, abandonment, shitty parents though some 'redeemed'. Swearing, angst, tears, found family kinda stuff.

You had been frantically running about all day, cleaning. 

Whilst Lucy (tried) to eat her toast in peace, there you were, cloth in hand, taking her unfinished plate from her. 

“Hey!”

Lucy watched you for a further moment before saying; “Do you mind?”

“Can’t have a mess. They’ll already find things to comment on.”

“They?”

“Do you know who she’s talking about?” 

“No clue.”

“When did she even wake up?” George asked whilst himself, Lockwood and Lucy watched as you cleaned yet another already clean kitchen countertop. 

“5, I think. She was up before me.” Lockwood stated. 

You had actually been awake since 4, but figured you better start cleaning from 5. It gave you time to wake up, get ready and make sure the whole house was spotless before they came. 

“Also, who’s they?”

“They?”

“She said, ‘they’ didn’t she?” Lucy asked, leaning into the duo. 

“They are my parents.”

“What?”

“My parents.” you stopped for a moment to look at all three of them huddled together at the end of the table. “They called me last week saying they were coming down for a visit. Only, I completely forgot until last night and now nothing is clean and I don’t know what to do to avoid them saying something.”

“But I thought your parents didn’t like you being-”

“An Agent?” you finished Lockwood’s question. “They didn’t. Probably still don’t. I get a postcard from them every year but other than that, I don’t hear from them. And then, out of the blue they called.”

“And you forgot?”

“Well,” you sighed, looking at George. “I was a little busy trying to stop you three from committing an accidental murder in the Winkleman case last week.”

George remained silent. 

“Either way, they’re coming today and I still haven’t finished-”

Lockwood stated your name. “The house is spotless. In fact, it hasn’t been this clean…ever.”

“I know, but I just need today to go well.”

“Why?” George asked, before realising he probably should have remained silent in his questioning. 

George and Lucy didn’t know much about your parents, just that you had to have some somewhere. Lockwood knew a little more, but still not much. He knew why you came to London all those years ago. He knew why you left them and why they told you to leave, but other than that, he knew nothing more. 

You refused to talk about them. 

Anytime family came up in a conversation, you’d steer the conversation onto another topic or deflect it onto somebody else. You’d do it subtly but the others were slowly picking up on it. 

“Please,” you begged. “Just…help me make sure today goes well and then they’ll go home and we can get back to normal.”

Neither of the trio knew what they were getting themselves in for when it came to your parents, and it would be too late for them to escape by the time they turned up at the front door. 

George had made dinner that night, making sure to follow the recipe you gave him, to a T. Especially since it was your parents’ favourite meal and if he did it well, which you doubted he wouldn’t, then they would accept George and be kind with him. 

That just left trying to get Lucy and Lockwood on their good side. 

So, when the doorbell rang, Lockwood greeted them at the door, offering to take their coats. 

Your mother thanked him and mentioned to her husband, your father, how kind he was. 

So Lockwood was in their good books so far, until…

“Ah, my dear.”

Your mother spotted you as you came out of the kitchen and into the hallway. She took both of your hands in hers and kissed the air around your cheeks. 

“Couldn’t greet us yourself?”

“Sorry, mum. I was just-”

“Nevermind. There’s always another chance. Are those-”

“Garlic potatoes? Yes. I gave George the recipe. He’s an amazing cook.”

“So are you, dear.” your mother told you. “I should know. I paid for the lessons.”

You could do nothing more than smile and nod before looking at your dad. “Hi, dad.”

“Munchkin, how is my little girl?”

“Goo-”

“She’s well, dear. Can’t you see? Nevermind that. Show us around. We’d like to see how our daughter is surviving after all.”

Your mother forced her way into the living room, your dad following her call whilst you remained outside the room for a short moment to take a breath. 

“Are you-”

You nodded quickly at Lockwood, “I’m fine. Can you help Lucy finish the table?”

Lockwood nodded, his gaze wandering into the living room for a second before giving you a slight smile and heading into the kitchen. 

Letting go of your forced breath, you entered the living room to find your mother judging every corner she could of the room. 

“For London, I would have thought the rooms would be bigger.”

“Well, they are. We’ve just rearranged the furniture to make it cosier for the colder months.”

“And how long do you spend the day being lazy here.”

“Well, we’re not actually in here all that-”

“No need to lie to your mother, dear. I know you can be hard working when you want to be, but I also know children your age.”

Your mother wandered over to the fireplace before rubbing her finger over the top of it. 

She hummed, and not in a good way. It was more…disappointment. 

“You haven’t polished, I see. I can see now where we come on your scale of importance.”

“Mum, listen-”

“Would anyone like anything to drink?” 

You made a mental note to hug Lucy as tight as you possibly could, later. 

Your mother’s face lit up. “Oh, my goodness. You must be Miss Carlyle. I have heard so much about you. All from the papers, of course. Our daughter tells us nothing. Aren’t you much prettier in person? Perhaps one day you girls can have a talk over make-up. Perhaps you could teach my daughter a couple of things about presentability.”

Lucy didn’t know how to respond. 

Usually, she’d fire back a snarky comment, but this was your mother. 

And only now was she beginning to understand the reasons why you didn’t talk about them all that much. 

Lockwood appeared behind Lucy for a moment. “Dinner is ready, if you’d like to take a seat in the kitchen.”

Your mother smiled at Lockwood and dropped Lucy’s hands. 

“That will be wonderful, Son.” your father replied before all five of you made your way into the kitchen to see George. 

The food was plated up perfectly, everything smelled just like how it did at home. 

“Mismatched plates, how very…cute.”

You knew your mother didn’t mean that as a compliment. 

“This all looks lovely, George.” your father told him before digging in. “My god! The potatoes, how did you-”

“I added a little bit of milk along with some spices left over from the chicken.”

Your father began telling your mother about how they should try and cook it like that when they got home, but your mother was more focused on you and your fellow Agents.

“So, tell me Lucy. When did you become an Agent?”

“W-When I was…eight…I think?”

“I remember the papers. It was awful what happened to those children. But that wasn’t your fault.”

Lucy didn’t know what to say, other than to nod and say an awkward, “Thank you.”

“Mum, can we please not talk about this?”

“I’m only asking a question, dear. Don’t attack me because you don’t like me wanting to get to know your friends.”

“I wasn’t-”

“Don’t talk back, dear. You know how I feel about you talking back.”

The room went silent for a moment before your father coughed and looked at you. 

“How has the life of an Agent been treating you? I’m sure you’ve all got some strange stories you’d like to tell?”

“Dear, she just said she didn’t feel like talking about it.”

“No, it’s okay.” you felt a little spark of joy when hearing your father wish to talk about your job. 

“Oh, so he can talk about it, but I can’t? Well,” your mother threw down her fork. “All I wanted was to spend time with my daughter and her friends and now suddenly I’m the villain but he’s the saint for asking questions.”

“Mum, I never-”

“I have a story!” George piped up. 

All eyes turned to him and he swallowed nervously before telling his story about a case you were all working on a few months ago. 

By the end of the story, you could have sworn your dad had pride in his eyes when looking at you. 

Your mother, however, was a different case entirely. 

“So you just went after them like that?”

“I was saf-”

“If they ran into a burning building, would you follow them? I understand you wish to prove yourself, but didn’t you have a good job there?”

You nodded. “I did, but I-”

“She’s happy now,” your father tried to explain lovingly. “And that’s all that matters-”

“Yes, yes, Dear. So, Anthony, tell me about yourself.”

The following 40 minutes passed in a similar fashion. Your mother asking questions, people answering and then her making a comment about you. Then, your father tried his best to support you. 

Even if he didn’t support you when you decided to move to London to join Lockwood and Co, he was supporting you now. He seemed proud, even. But your mother didn’t. 

“Did I tell you the story about when she decided she wanted to be an agent?”

You worried but continued to smile. It started out like a nice story. 

“She was 14, and just got home from her maths tutors. I paid in full too, so no refund either.”

Oh, no.

“Dear, perhaps we don’t have to-” your father tried interrupting but it was no use. Your mother carried on and so, your father placed his hand gently on your arm whilst your focus remained on your mother, however your other hand found his and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

This didn’t go unnoticed by the trio who then endured the story your mother told everyone. 

“Can you believe that, my little girl, deciding to become an Agent instead of seaking her talents in-”

“Why don’t we move onto dessert?” your father announced, turning his attention to George who seemed to visibly give a sigh of relief. 

“Yes, Lucy will you-”

“On it.”

Lucy led everyone into the living room with Lockwood, although yourself and your dad held back for a moment. 

“I’m so sorry, Munchkin. I told her not to-”

“It’s okay, dad.”

“It’s-”

You took his hand on your arm again. “It’s okay, dad.”

As your dad followed Lucy and Lockwood and your mother into the living room, you let out a controlled breath and beside you, you saw a beer bottle. 

“Not yet. If she smells it on me, she’ll hit the roof.”

“Maybe it will get her out quicker.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You remained still, your gaze fixed on the door. “No. But it can’t be that long until she leaves. Keep that on ice for me?”

“In the hidden corner of the fridge already.”

“Thanks, George.”

Being careful of your steps, you made your way into the living room where you found your mother in the middle of another story. 

Lucy was pouring your dad a drink meanwhile, Lockwood looked at you for a moment, giving a silent questioning look. 

“Are you okay?” 

You gave a small nod and sat on the arm of the chair beside your dad, listening to another story that your mother told people. All that flashed across your mind was the amount of times you cried yourself to sleep in the nights after a dinner party where she provided people with evidence of what a disappointment you were to her then. 

God only knows what she tells them now. 

“Oh, please, tell me how my dear daughter is working in your fine establishment?” your mother asked, sitting on the edge of her seat. “And don’t worry, I know she’s not perfect. You can be honest in your review.”

Lockwood stuttered for a moment, understanding full well that when your mother said “she’s not perfect”, she didn’t mean it to be everyone is imperfect but rather you were…terrible. 

“She’s doing very well. She’s one of the best…any of us have ever worked with.”

“You’re kidding! Oh, my dear.” your mother was laughing, with tears. “Oh, how cute. Dear, did you pay him to say that?”

“Wait a minute-” Lockwood was about to say something but then your mother looked at her watch. 

“It’s getting late, we should go. Come on, dear.”

Your mother stood and thanked everyone, not once making eye-contact with you, before ushering her husband into the hallway. 

“What the-”

“Not yet, Luce.” you whispered. 

However, as you stood and walked down the hall, you saw your mother fussing over your father’s coat whilst he tried to stop her. 

“What’s going on?”

Something in your gut told you what she was fussing over wasn’t his coat, but rather something she would get off her chest and your father was trying to stop her. 

“Nothing, Munchkin.”

“We think you should come home.”

Lockwood, Lucy and George sprang into the hall when they heard your mother. 

“What?”

“Just until you get better.”

“Better?”

“Clearly you paid Mr Lockwood to say that about you. I am your mother after all, I should know when your boss is lying.”

“I wasn’t-”

“Why should I come home? This. This place. This is my home. It’s been more of my home than a house with you has ever been.”

“No need to be spiteful, dear.”

“Just stop it!”

“See, look, she’s making me the villain again-”

“Enough!” you shouted out. “Can’t you see I’m happy here? I love my job and I love these people. I understand you don’t like the fact that you can’t say to your friends that I’m some fancy accountant doing peoples taxes until three o’clock in the morning, but it should be enough for you that I am happy. I am doing a job I love and I have people that I love.”

“I told you she was happy-”

“How can she be? She’s going to be a freak, just like the rest of them!”

“That is enough!” your dad raised his voice. “She has a point. It should be enough that she’s happy and she’s in a job she loves. Maybe we didn’t agree in the beginning, but it wasn’t something worth losing our daughter over! And she’s not a freak. These children are not freaks. They are talented, incredible human beings who shouldn’t have been brought into a world of fear, but are making the most of life all the same. I don’t care what she does. What I care about is knowing who she is. What I care about is if she is happy. Not if your friends and their old minds are satisfied over the stories you tell them. We haven’t seen her in almost three years and you can’t take a few hours to be kind and proud of her! I am not going another three years without seeing our daughter.”

“So what are you saying? Are you staying here?”

“I’m saying either realise what you could lose, or I leave.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Either change or I leave. And I move down here with her and we don’t see you ever again.” your father looked back to you where he found you looking at him with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Munchkin. It should have taken me this long.” he turned back to your mother. “She was brave enough to make the choice three years ago, and now I’m making it, too. So?”

You and your father waited, watching as your mother stood shocked at your father’s words before turning to look at you. 

“You’ll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But you will.”

“No, I won’t.”

Then she turned back to your father. “I’ll be at Janice’s if you need me.”

“Goodbye, Dear.”

Your mother did nothing other than turn around and close the door behind her. 

“I’m so sorry, Munchkin. I should have said something sooner. Much, much sooner.”

“It’s alright.”

“It’s not. But I will spend the rest of my days trying to make it up to you.”

“Are you really sure you want to live in London?”

Your father paused for a split second. “Maybe a few minutes outside of London.”

You laughed a little, and so did he. “I’m getting a little too old for city life.”

You stood, looking at him for a moment before hugging him. “Thank you.”

“I love you, Munchkin. And I am sorry.”

“I love you, too.”

The following fifteen minutes were spent trying to get your father to consider staying for the night, but he eventually convinced you that he would be okay in a local hotel room - especially since he had a discount from work. 

As the door closed behind him, you locked it shut and as you turned around, Lucy came running over and hugged you. 

“It’s a shit deal.”

“Thanks, Luce. Please tell me George has my beer-”

“Right here.”

“You’re an angel.”

“Was she always like that?” Lockwood asked. 

You swallowed your beer with a nod. “It was a little easier in the beginning, but…yeah. Always.”

“Anyone for donuts?” George asked when a short moment came over all of you. 

“Yes.”

“Please.”

As Geroge and Lucy left towards the kitchen, Lockwood pulled you back. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? Because that was…”

You touched his hand that loosely held yours. “I’m okay.”

Lockwood looked like he wished to say something more, so you waited. 

“If…if there comes a day, when you’re not. Promise you’ll come to me? That you’ll talk to me.”

“I promise, Lockwood.”

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