#and my handicapped mum

[kettykika78]

This fandom is saving me in so many ways... I love you all.

#I m so very tired to live with a depressed frustrated angry spouse #It s so difficoult to find joys in my married life #The thing that keep me afloat is my 7yo child #and my handicapped mum #so it s responsability toward them #this fandom is saving me in so many ways #it s challenging to find time to work on my personal art stuff beyond the things i must do for editorial work #so this is why i don t have time for fanart #and my sherlock comic #at least i m not depressed now

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running from the Flames {20}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC

Warnings: 18+ only, smut - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality.

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“Just in here,” I said as I pointed Pierre to the driveway that led to mum and dad’s estate and turned the music down. “Thank god, I don’t think I could have listened to any more Disney songs. You do know you can say no to her, right?”

Pierre smirked into the rearview mirror as he looked at Addie nodding along to How Far I’ll Go from Moana. “I know, but why would I?”

“She has you so wrapped around her little finger.”

He parked my car in front of the house and before he even turned off the engine my mum was rushing out with a big grin on her face. “My babies,” she gasped as she threw the back door open and saw Addie reaching out for her. “Look how you have grown, chiquita. I missed you so much.”

We spent the afternoon enjoying the warm weather in the pool and it was nice to have a moment alone with Pierre while Addie splashed with mum and dad in the shallows. Mum had given us an update on what Trent had wanted for the settlement and he had been quieter than usual after hearing the conditions.

“You’re far too pretty to pout so much,” I teased as I climbed on his back and wrapped my legs around him, the warm water gently lapping around us. “What’s on your mind, handsome?”

He pulled me around his body and so I was facing him before taking a seat in front of one of the jets. “An exposé?”

“You saw the questions, there’s nothing really substantial to them.” I shrugged and picked up the gold cross that rested against his chest so my hands were busy. I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of an interview either but if it meant my freedom to travel with Pierre then I would do it. “I would have rather it been done sooner so I could go to Paris with you but having it primetime on a Sunday night is another strategy of his I’m sure.”

“If I didn’t have to go you know I’d be there with you.” Pierre sighed but there was no escaping the testing that he needed to do with his car before they left for Canada. It was being rebuilt from the chassis up after the crash but once it was ready he would need to run it in so the fine tuning and adjustments could be made. “The brakes had better be fixed this time.”

“I’ll be having a word with them if they aren’t. If not, I apparently have a good right hook.”

Pierre tipped his head back with a laugh. “You can’t joke about that, at least not today.”

“It only cost me $250k and an hour long interview.” I wrinkled my nose up. “I have to joke about it or I’ll probably cry.”

“No, no crying, unless they are happy tears. Anything else breaks my heart.”

“I can’t promise that when you’re going away,” I admitted as I curled into him and tucked my head in the crook of his neck. “It’s going to be strange sleeping without you, and lonely, and cold. You’re like the perfect hot water bottle.”

He brushed a kiss over my forehead before resting his cheek on my head. “Four nights, mon amour, four long nights and then we will be together in Montreal and you can put your cold feet on me again. And, we have tonight.”

“In my parents house,” I groaned under my breath. “Bloody cock blocks.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me if your dad made us sleep in different rooms,” Pierre joked.

I chuckled at the thought. “Then slept in the hallway with his shotgun.”

“Wait, he has a shotgun?”

I burst out laughing at the look on his face and found the loud noise had drawn my parents' attention. “Dad, I think Pierre wants to go clay shooting with you.”

“Oh no, sir, it’s alright. I’m more into golf than, uh, shooting,” he said nervously.

“Golf, huh, what’s your handicap?”

“16.”

Dad grinned and I knew what he was thinking. “Bri’s 16, I’m 11. We’ll have to have a round next time you’re here.”

“That could get messy, you get a bit competitive.” Pierre and dad both looked at me a little offended but I had been mostly talking to dad. After thinking about it, both men were very competitive by nature and I could see them trying to outdo the other. “Yeah, it’s probably a good thing you aren’t going shooting.”

Dad smirked at the comment. “Probably. Though I know a great lawyer if there is an accident.”

“Dad,” I gasped as splashed water his way, making him splutter and choke as he struggled to stop laughing.

“It was a joke, darling,” he said when he finally recovered enough to talk. “I wouldn’t have invited him over if I didn’t like him.”

“Technically that was mum.”

“Because she’s better at organising things than me, but I thought about it.” Dad looked at Pierre. “Trust me, son, the best lesson I can teach you on how to live a long happy life with a woman is this - just smile and let her do what she wants.”

“It does work wonders,” mum concurred as she swam up to dad with Addie on her back. “30 years of marriage and counting.”

“That sounds too simple,” Pierre commented but I was still staring at dad, wondering if I had ever heard him call a boyfriend of mine ‘son’ before.

Dad laughed and tapped the side of his head. “You still have to master mind reading to know what she actually wants and not what she says. Don’t fall for those traps.”

“On that note,” I announced as I swam towards the stairs. “I’m going to get dressed and start on dinner because despite my father’s sage advice - food is actually the key to keeping me happy.”

Pierre quickly caught up to me with a streamlined freestyle that flexed his biceps with each stroke and offered to help. Addie wasn’t ready to get out and pouted to her grandparents until they were manipulated into staying in the pool longer. It worked out rather well as I closed my bedroom door and tugged at the bows that held my bikini together.

“They are going to be there for a while.” I smirked as the material fell away and Pierre’s tongue rolled over his lips at the sight. “Don’t make me wait until Montreal.”

He turned and locked the door before kicking his swimming trunks off and picking me up. My legs locked around him like they had in the pool but now there was nothing between us and I moaned as his hard length teased my entrance.

“Make me yours, Pierre,” I begged as he laid me on the bed, his wet hair dripping across my skin as he kissed his way down my body. “Mark me.”

He grazed his teeth over the sensitive spot along my inner thigh and I shuddered beneath him when he sealed his lips over the skin and sucked. His tongue lapped at the mark he had left and my core clenched in response to the primal growl he made when he pulled back and saw the large purple circle that remained.

“Fuck, you are so sexy,” he praised as he admired the mark a moment longer. Needing me as much as I needed him, he curled two fingers into my aching cunt and sighed happily when he felt how wet and ready I was for him. “On your knees, ma chérie.”

I obeyed without hesitation and wrapped my hand around his cock so I could feel every inch of him as he slowly filled me. I wasn’t going to be able to silence the sounds that were building and I reached blindly for my pillow before burying my face in it.

“You feel fucking amazing,” Pierre whispered as he pulled me away from the pillow so my back was pressed to his chest and his hand snaked around my body to teased my clit in time to each thrust.

“Don’t stop, Pierre, please, don’t stop,” I whimpered as I bit my lip trying to keep quiet. My hands gripped his forearms, my nails marking his skin as my entire body tensed before my orgasm crashed over me in undulating waves that left stars dancing across my vision.

“We’re not finished yet, mon trésor,” Pierre chuckled in my ear before kissing my racing pulse and guiding me back onto my hands. “You might want to bite that pillow again.”

–

When we emerged freshly showered and satisfied, the others were still in the pool so we went to the kitchen and I grabbed a bag of masa harina to make fresh tortillas. Pierre set up a top 40 playlist on Spotify knowing I liked to listen to music while I cooked and then took charge of chopping up the vegetables I tossed his way.

“Nice reflexes, Gasly,” I praised when he caught everything, even the odd shaped apple cucumber that was covered in little prickles.

“Is this thing edible?” he asked as he wiped his hand free of the prickles.

“I’m too invested in your life to try to poison you, babe.”

He put the knife down and leaned closer to whisper, “can you tell that to Damien before he tries to shoot me?”

I opened my mouth to apologise and explain my dads sick sense of humour when I saw his lips twitch with a suppressed smile before he laughed.

“He needs to act his age, honestly. During the off-season he and Otmar get into so much trouble together. You don’t have to worry about him anyhow, his aim is terrible because he refused to wear the glasses he was prescribed.”

“That makes me feel much better.”

“And he likes you too much, he even called you son.”

“I wasn’t sure if I misheard that. His accent is very strong sometimes.”

I cocked an eyebrow up and waved a floury finger at him as I couldn’t help but tease him. “Look who’s talking.”

“Ah, but you love my accent.”

“I do,” I sighed longingly. “I could listen to you talking all day. Unless it’s with Charles, that just gives me a headache.”

Pierre laughed as he reached for his phone. “Should I call him again?”

“No, please,” I whined. “I speak French, he speaks French. I speak Italian, he speaks Italian. But for some reason I can never understand him, I don’t understand how you do either. It’s like a mashup of both languages and then some English thrown in for good measure too.”

He put his phone down again and turned to me with a smile. “That’s because you learned the language in schoolbooks. It’s far more formal and structured compared to street talk but you’ll pick it up when you’re living in Paris and hearing it everyday.”

The dough was kneaded and ready as I pushed the bowl away and wiped the flour off my hands. “About that…” I shifted on my feet as I looked out the kitchen window to the huge herb garden mum tended to. “I realised I’m being pretty hypocritical. I’m happy to pay Trent off because I don’t want to be apart from you. But then I’m supposed to start work and go from being with you almost 24/7 to just on weekends?”

“We promised we would make it work,” Pierre said nervously as he wondered where I was heading with this conversation.

“And we will,” I assured him as I took his hand. “What I’m saying is that I don’t want to be apart from you when I don’t have to be, especially after seeing that crash. It was a real wake up call that our time isn’t guaranteed.”

Pierre pulled me into his arms and I fisted the back of his shirt like if I could hold on tight then enough this moment would never end.

“Financially, I don’t need the job, I have a trust fund that I’ve never touched but that was mostly from pride and wanting to be independent. The job I had lined up was really only to get some hands-on experience but my long term goal has always been to design and build F1 cars.”

Pierre searched my eyes for a hint of a lie and his lips parted with a deep breath of relief when he realised what I was saying. “You’re not taking the job.”

“No, I can’t even stomach being away from you tomorrow night,” I admitted. “Silly season is coming up and it’s not just you drivers who change seats. I’ll keep an eye out for any jobs around the paddock that use my degree and work my way up that way. As long as I get to climb into bed with you at the end of the day, that’s all that matters.”

The ground disappeared as Pierre swept me up and spun me around with a grin. “I didn’t know how I was going to cope without seeing you and Addie everyday.”

I knew the suffering of missing Pierre would have been just as hard on Addie since she had come to love him too. She was thriving more than ever with having such a kind and supportive male role model, it would have been cruel to suddenly half that quality time they spend together.

“I hope we never have to find out.”

Click here for chapter twenty one.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @prrttysposts

#pierre gasly x poc!oc #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly smut #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly x oc #formula one fanfiction #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #running from the flames

[littlemarylil]

Reunion

Stanislaus Katczinsky X f!reader

Part 1

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, fluff, sexual themes, age gap

Summary: This final part is set few months after the first one, the war has ended and you still live with your family, but then you receive an unexpected letter.

A/N: This took longer than I expected and I wanna apologize for that but it's also longer than the first part. Also my English isn't the best, so please don't mind some mistakes. :)

Word count: 3,3k

After the ‘incident’ in the forest your family seemed to be suspicious or maybe your feeling of guilt made you feel that way. They never asked you about it, you never talked about it, but you felt around them more uncomfortable than you did before.

So a letter from your aunt saying she needed help at her farm, because her husband died was a relief for you, but you didn't know it yet. Someone had to go to her farm and stay there until the work was done. Your father fell ill so your mother had to do most of the work on this farm and take care of your father. Before your father made up his mind, it was already obvious to you, that your father wouldn't let your brother leave. There was only one person left.

Early in the morning you packed your things without single objection and left. The only person who said goodbye to you was your mum. She was quite the opposite of you. She wasn't stubborn, she always did everything as your father said and never argued with him. You were worried about her, because now it's gonna be just her and them. You gulped back your tears. Nobody knew how long you'll stay at your aunt's farm, but you didn't really care, your home was now hell on earth for you. Your aunt was completely alone for few months and you didn't know in which state you'll find her. Over the years she and your uncle became more friends than partners, but it's kinda normal, isn't it? They always wanted children but somehow it never happened. ‘It's better to never have children than watch them die in war’, you thought.

The war was over but it didn't really left, aftereffects were everywhere around you. On the ground, on the people. Widows, drunks, children, beggars, handicapped... – you met many people during your journey and every one of them could tell you a different story.

After the sunset you finally arrived to the farm, everything was calm, the only source of light came from the kitchen. You knocked on the door and waited. After a while the door swung open. Your aunt stared at you for a while and then gave you a tight hug. It was nice to see her again, she looked more tired and older than the last time you saw her.

“I'm glad it's you and not your... Nevermind, come in, you must be tired after the way.” She was right, you were tired. You followed her to the kitchen and put your suitcases down on the floor. She served you soup, you didn't eat anything whole day so if felt like a gift from heaven. After you were full she finally spoke, you didn't know how you should talk to her, if your questions couldn't be too harmful for her right now, so you just let her talk and listened. Your uncle didn't die in war, but because he was sick and nobody had drugs for him. Of course they tried to cure him with more natural ways but it wasn't enough. After he died your aunt was left here alone and she needed help with farm, especially from a man who can do hard work. Well you have to be enough.

When she said everything she wanted to she asked you about the news at your home. You told her that your father also fell sick, but it's not something serious and he should be alright soon, about how much your brother look up to him... You also mentioned how two German soldiers stole a goose and eggs from your farm and how you stopped your brother from shooting the older one.

“What did you do after that?” she asked you after you moved ahead in our story and didn't explain this thing.

You felt your cheeks getting red. “I just-”, you tried to find good excuse, “stayed there for a moment, made sure he's not armed and that he's not going back to hurt my brother and then ran back home.” That sounds believably, right? Guessing from her reaction she believed you and you continued. You felt bad for lying to her, but you also couldn't tell her the truth.

After your conversation you were really tired and so was she. She showed you the room in which you will now live for you didn't know how long. It was nice little room, with single bed, wardrobe and window on the south.

You laid on your bed and before you fell asleep you couldn't keep the thought about the fact the war actually brought something good to you off your mind. Of course you knew that war means the worst things a human can think of, but if the war didn't happen, you most likely wouldn't be here. And you felt happy here, you finally were free and useful. Another thought came through your mind... It was about the soldier, Stanislaus. You tried to keep him off your mind, because he was most likely dead or back with his family or that other soldier, trying to live normal life and he never thought about you ever again. You sighted. No matter how wrong or weird it was, he made you feel good and wanted and you liked it.

After you woke up you opened your window, it was springtime. Everything was again full of energy after tiring winter. It was time to get to work.

You spend 3 months here now, the work was hard but you got used to it. The most important things that should be done earlier are now finished and now you got yourself into the endless circle of everyday work on the farm. You were preparing lunch for your aunt and yourself when you heard her talk with someone on the farmyard. It didn't sound like she's talking with some neighbour or someone she knew, it was more like an argument. You went outside to see what's happening. Your aunt was arguing with someone and before you were able to see the other person you already realized why was she upset. The other person wasn't speaking French but German and she hated when someone tried to speak German to her.

“What's happening auntie?” you walked to her and didn't pay much attention to the other person, yet.

“You can speak German, am I right? So please tell this gentleman to turn around and go where he came from, I don't have time for this,” after she said that she went to the barn and didn't care about the man anymore.

You finally paid attention to the man she was speaking with. He was already looking at you and looked as surprised as you did.

“Jesus...” (He's not gonna help you right now.) You took a step back. You didn't know if this was a nightmare or a dream. He was really there, in front of you, looking at you with the same eyes he did when you first met. It was this shit all over again. It was Stanislaus.

“What- What the fuck are you doing here?” You screamed this sentence although your voice was quiet.

He didn't answer, just kept looking at you. Your eyes searched for your aunt, she was still in the barn, that's good, this will take some time. He laughed, but it wasn't a laugh of happiness. What are you supposed to do? Tell him to go away? Just like that? And act like you don't know him? What was he even doing here? Did he come to steal again, to hurt you, do hurt your aunt? Was he also at your farm? Did he hurt your family? Where was the other soldier?

“What are you doing here?” You needed answers there's time for mental breakdown later. It seems like he finally got to his senses.

“I was looking for you everywhere, but now when I found you... I don't know what to say.”

This cough you off guard, but before you could say something your aunt got back.

“What does he want? Tell him we don't have anything for him and that he should go away.”

“He's asking me for a direction,” you lied. Again.

“Send him to hell where he belongs,” she answered and walked into the house.

“You can't stay here, you have to go away,” you grabbed his hand and led him away.

“Listen to me, I don't know why are you here or what you want here, but you need to leave,” you insisted.

“No, you listen to me, I didn't come all the way here just to leave when I finally found you.”

You didn't understand anything.

“What do you want here?”

“You.”

He was pretty straight with that and you appreciated it, but what the- does that mean??

You sat on a stone that lay on a wayside and rested your head on your knees, your head was full of thoughts and your feelings were mixed. Were you happy? Worried? Upset? Probably all of that.

“I'm sorry I just storm here like that...” The tone of his voice changed. He stroked your shoulder and sat next to you.

You looked at him: “How did you know I'm here? You don't even know my name.”

He was thinking for a moment. “I didn't know you're here, I went to the farm where I met you, but you weren't there, so I just... I just wandered around...” he looked so lost.

“Why didn't you go back to your home after war and stay there?”

“Y/N!?” your aunt called your name from the farm.

•••

You didn't know how you've done it but after a long conversation you've managed to persuade your aunt to let Stanislaus stay for some time.

“You shouldn't be so nice to him, you'll regret it later,” your aunt whispered as you two watched him undress himself in the kitchen.

“He just needed to wash himself,” you responded as you looked at the washtub laying on the table.

Your aunt sighed and rushed off the door on the farmyard. “I agreed to see my friend today, but now I'm not sure I can leave you here alone,” she called to you. You finally stopped staring and left before it became too creepy.

“When I get there, I'll ask her son Martin to go here and help you.”

You couldn't help yourself but roll your eyes.

“He's not getting near me, he thought it was funny to push me into water when I couldn't swim and put dead rats in my bed-”

“You were both kids back then,” your aunt responded and smiled a bit.

“But he's still idiotisch.”

She signed. You came to her, “Please believe me, it doesn't seem that he came here to hurt us, besides thanks to my brother I know how to fight with a man.”

She held your hands and said: “Please just promise me that if anything would happen, you will run away and won't try to be a hero.”

“I promise.”

•••

You were sitting on a bench and enjoyed hot weather when Stanislaus came out. He sat next to you and asked you, “She's not here?”

“No, but she'll come back soon, meanwhile you can finally explain what you're doing here.”

He lighted a cigarette and inhaled the smoke, “I'll tell you everything after you will finally introduce yourself to me,” he looked at you and offered you his cigarette which you accept. “I'm Y/N.”

As you enjoyed the cigarette he started: “When the war ended I tried to go back home, to my wife and live the same life before I left, but... I just couldn't, we couldn't. I wasn't the husband she knew and after few months she left me. Everyone I knew from the front died and people from the place I used to live just didn't understand...”

You passed him the cigarette. “What about the other guy you were with in the forest?”

“He died the day the war had ended.” You noticed the tears that started to fill his eyes, but he tried to avoid it. They had to be close.

“I'm sorry to hear that.”

“You don't have to be sorry, he didn't mean anything to you, he was just some guy who stole from you farm.”

You both fell silent and just enjoyed the shared cigarette together.

After a while you had to ask: “But I still don't understand why you tried to find me?”

Stanislaus threw away the cigarette butt and looked at you: “Don't you get it? You are the only one I've left.”

You couldn't help yourself but smile at that sentence. “What do you expect me to do? Why do you think it's gonna be different or better with me, when it didn't even work with your own wife?”

“It's my last chance, you are my last chance.”

You felt sorry for him. How hopeless and lonely must a human be to go and find the girl he once hooked up with in the forest, because he doesn't have anyone else? But this wasn't your fight, you didn't own him anything and you already had enough problems.

“I'm sorry Stanislaus, but this isn't my fight,” you stood up, walked through the gate and headed to meadow.

You laid down into the grass, made yourself comfortable and tried to collect your thoughts.

Not long after, Stanislaus arrived and sat down next to you. He scanned your entire body and you did notice that. You couldn't blame him, you were wearing a summer dress which sometimes showed more than you wanted.

“Looking for something?”

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't...”

“Just like I shouldn't seduce you in that forest, but I did,” you sat up to get closer to him, “To be honest, I didn't have it easy at home after that, well before it's wasn't perfect either, but-”

“You saved my life back there.” He looked straight into your eyes, he was serious about it.

“I know... and I don't regret any moment I had there with you. And that's probably the bad thing.”

He held your hand and then kissed it. He was really testing your morals right now. He moved up to your arm and continued kissing it. He put his leg between yours, laid you down and started kissing your collarbones. His hand moved under your dress and started squeezing your thigh, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you. He finally kissed you on lips, it's was passionate, like he wanted to do this for a long time and now he couldn't get enough. You couldn't believe you're doing this again, are you really that easy, or was it just easy with him? Of course some guys have shown interest in you, but you usually straightaway refused or kept them waiting for a long time, but with him it was different, you felt like you don't need to keep him waiting. You excused your first time with an outburst of emotions and a lack of satisfaction on both sides, but now you both knew what you were doing.

“What's wrong?” he studied your face. You were completely lost in your thoughts.

“I don't know what I'm doing,” you pushed him off yourself, “this would never work out...”

“Y/N come here,” he grabbed you by your waist and hugged you.

“I hate the effect you have on me.”

“And you can't even imagine what you're doing to me,” he replied. You shook your head.

“I want you to sit on my face,” he said while he was stroking your hair.

“What?” You pulled away from the hug.

“I'm serious about it.”

You hesitated for a moment and looked around in case someone was nearby, but everything seemed quiet. You stood up, took off your panties and did as he said. He kissed your inner thighs, and slowly moved to your slit. His moustache was scratching you, but you didn't mind. He grabbed your hips to help you stay in the right position.

You bit your hand to keep yourself quiet, but it didn't really help. He knew exactly how to make you fall into pieces on him, it was overwhelming for you and the fact that you're doing something wrong turned you on even more. He kept licking and sucking your clit until you finished. You sat down on the ground next to him and tried to pull yourself together. He wiped his mouth and then licked your wetness of his fingers. This was the first time someone ate you out and he definitely wasn't ashamed about it. It was getting really hot, the whole time you were in the sun. You picked up your panties but didn't put them back on.

“Let's get inside,” you smiled at him and headed back. Your aunt wasn't back yet, so that meant you had whole farm for yourself. As you entered the kitchen, he closed the door and grabbed you from behind. He started kissing your neck and lifted your dress up until he took it off completely, leaving you fully naked. His hands that were exploring your newly exposed skin made you gasp. He bendt you over the kitchen table and kissed your back. You heard him unzipping his pants.

“Please,” you begged quietly. He didn't keep you waiting for too long before he slipped his hard cock into you. You whined, the last time you fucked with someone was with him, months ago in that stupid forest. You almost forgot how good it feels, how good it feels with him. He started thrusting, first slowly but after a while he sped up. You had to grab the edge of the table to prevent yourself from moving. He bent over for a moment to look at your face, you were completely trapped under him and he liked it. You already looked like a mess and him hitting your sweet spot inside you really didn't help you. His hands were squeezing your hips as he was thrusting forward hard enough to fill you completely. After couple of minutes he pulled his dick out and finished on your ass.

After a short rest he started looking for something to wipe you with. When he didn't find anything, he decided to clean you up himself. He started licking his own cum off your butt cheek. It caught you off guard, but you immediately remembered this man was at war, he surely ate and experienced worse things than semen on a hot woman he just railed.

You turned around to face him. “You are indeed beautiful Fräulein,” he said as he looked at you in your full beauty. “Not so beautiful after you screwed me like this.” He smiled and cuddled you tightly as you rested your head on his chest.

You jerked as you heard someone opening the gate door. “Fuck,” you quickly picked up your clothes from the floor and ran to your room as Stanislaus zipped his pants.

Your aunt came through the farmyard and came inside and looked around, “Where's Y/N?” she asked Stanislaus suspiciously.

“I'm here,” you entered the room dressed, “how was your visit?”

“It was nice, we had plenty things to talk about... And here? Everything alright?”

You looked at Stanislaus, “We talked about his past, he seems nice...”

The rest of the day went by fast. You went to bed and Stanislaus slept on the sofa in a hall.

It was midnight when someone knocked on your door. You stood up and opened the door. It was Stanislaus, without a word you invited him in and lit a candle on your nightstand.

You broke the silence first, “If you want to stay longer you could help us here, but I'm not the one who decides of you will stay or not...”

He sat next to you and kissed you.

Something told you this was the beginning of something new.

The end.

#all quiet on the western front #stanislaus katczinsky #fanfiction #stanislaus katczinsky x reader #stanislaus katczinsky and reader

[zuszab]

What's their respective Stand powers? How was it for everyone to be transferred to a place that speaks something totally different? Have they met any of the actual Jojo characters? How much do they take from what each character is based on?(Aka how much personality or traits do they share)

What is your power?

How it was?

As I wrote earlier, there is an IT company in Japan that can help eliminate the dangerous virus that infected Moon and Sun. The other three were sent there to see if they too were infected with this shit, and if they were infected, they asked them to destroy it for them as well. And Fredy Fazber's company doesn't care that their animatronics don't speak Japanese

Who do you meet there?

Sun -( I meet young man named Josuke and his mum, a tall guy Jotaro, Okuyasu and, and... and. . . That's all what I remember. Oh, right! I meet also an amazing programers from that company what they try to fix us! :D

Moon -(Teenager Josuke, who fix me after I get hit by wierd arrow and his mum. She's lovely in her way~ I meet girl who can move her hairs, it's weird but I like it. There's was some dwarf Koichi and talented manga writer Rohan. Of course I meet people from company that are destroying virus at my head and some others problems in ours codes. Oh! I meet, again, Bloodmoons they're now friends with Sun

Eclipse -(No one worthy of my attention. The only one who catched my eye are mr. Yoshikage Kira and young boy Josuke Higashikata. They have very intresting Stands~ Somehow I'd like to cooperate with them to saver gain my goal

Lunar -(Not much, becouse I'm Eclilse's Stand-thing and I can't go so far away from him... I meet a girl with moving hair and a manga writer Roham or something like this. I also meet a Josuke Higashikata and normal looking guy Youshikage Kira which make Eclipse happy just by looking at their powers from this Stand-thing

KC -(The same people who Moon meet.

How much personality?

Sun is smart, confident, brave, friendly and loyal, his likeable personality helps him make friends

Moon is righteous, though blunt individual. He is ruthless with his enemies but loyal to his companions. Moon is a rather cold and prideful animatronic

Eclispe is a despotic manipulator, often showing a lack of conscience or empathy. He has great ambitions and a lust for power. He set himself the goal of becoming the most powerful being on Earth. To achieve this, he is willing to use anyone and everything he can, ignoring morality that would only limit him <- from Dio || He is a serious and caring man (for, according to his criteria, important people). He is also very clever and very careful in his actions, looking for and choosing the safest ones before making a decision. However, it must be remembered that he is not an angel and when he is nervous he becomes quite aggressive and violent <- from Fugo

Blood- have a gentle heart and is loyal to those he likes. He is highly perceptive, wise and quick-witted. Blood is an extremely cool individual, able to keep his composure in even the direst situations. He usually remains the the most mature half of Bloodmoon

-Moon is a rough and choleric teenager who has quite childish behavior. He has a penchant for brutally simple actions that work surprisingly well at keeping his opponents off guard. Moon is almost as short-tempered as Eclipse, being quite loud, vulgar and violent in his outbursts. Despite his exuberant behavior, he shows a sweet side to those who get to know him. He values his friends above life and considers "friendship" to be the most precious thing in the world. Aware of his handicaps, Moon is willing to let Blood and Sun look after him. He usually remains the least mature half of Bloodmoon

KC doesn't care. (Let me quote here) ,,I don't care about 'living' or 'dying' or who's 'just' and who's 'evil'!! (...)"~ Johnny Joestar || He is an impulsive and brutal man with a good heart. He consistently shows his emotions when he's happy, he smiles, when he's sad he starts to cry. KC often acts on impulse and rarely takes the time to observe and analyze his opponent. He is a very curious person. This curiosity extends to the habit of trying to learn everything. He also has a confrontational and violent side. In battle, KC is very aggressive and qualified to land deadly blows <- from Okuyasu

Lunar is an abrupt, snappy with his elders (read: Eclipse), courageous and confident. He advocates aggressively asserting hisself, when his patience go out. Lunar is particularly violent in his fights by Eclipse's personality. He also has a vindictive side and repays tenfold any wrong committed against him

BONUS: How did you feel when you got off the plane?

Sun -( I got scared at first! I thought maybe I had a new glitch, but thanks to Eclipse, I realized that people there speak a different language. I don't know Japanese so I tried to talk using sign language. Some people understood me and helped me, all of them they were really nice!

Moon -(Ermm… I was shocked more by culture different than their weird sounds language. It wasn't bad, me and Sun used sign language to communicate with humans

Eclipse -(Hmmm… Honestly? I was scared… damn scared… *sigh* But!! I didn't show it to anyone and I was lucky enough to meet people who speak English~☆

Lunar -(For me it was normal, I knew Japan and Japanese from teenagers who sometimes came to our Daycare just to watch anime. It was weird for me, but I did it with them. I was really excited when I heard that we'll be transferred there! Now I'm not…

KC -(Confused. Very confused

Is there anything else you'd like to know?

#sams x jojo au #lunar #lunar fnaf #kill code #fnaf kill code #eclipse #eclipse fnaf #bloodmoon fnaf #bloodmoon #moon #moon fnaf #sun #sun fnaf #facts #information #art #my art #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb

[jungk0oksthighs]

Why was the sweet bride's mother one of the worst people you've ever met? (Love a good storytime!)

okay! this is going to be long i’m sorry in advance! so the bride (stunning, ethereal, heavenly personality just a gift to earth tbh) is disabled, i’m unsure of details of her disability as i didn’t ask but she has a specialised wheelchair, one that she controls with a little joystick and it was made clear throughout the time i spend there that she had very limited mobility and is bound to said wheelchair. anyway, the bridesmaids had helped her into her dress before me and the hairdresser arrived so that she wouldn’t mess her hair or makeup off pulling it over her head (stunning dress btw 10/10) so she was already “ready” when i got there, her hair was in the process of being done as i pulled up.

when i got there at first her mum was like hi hello thank u a few mua’s turned this down (i had to go to her home which was an hour drive, but ofc it was adapted for the bride so she felt more comfortable getting ready there) and i was like oh no i don’t mind the drive! got a starby on my way here i’m having a great day, yknow being nice, then her mum says “not because of where we are, but because she’s a cripple” now i’m uncomfortable, brides mum who i’ll called S notices. S says “you did know she was a spaz, right?” (yep actual wording) and i say “i’ve been here before to do her makeup trial this isn’t my first time meeting her she’s a lovely woman but pls don’t say those words they make me uncomfortable” (bride couldn’t hear me she was in the process of blow drying but still i had to say SOMETHING yknow) S says “oh she doesn’t mind! it’s how she deals with her disability through humour” now i’m like ...okay? hairdresser wraps up, i start my job

the whole time S was making comments about what i was doing “oh i didn’t know you’d use that much foundation” “aren’t those eyelashes going to be too long?” “why is her face wet looking?” (setting spray) “___ you look like a clown!” so i respectfully asked her to leave and wait to see the finished look, the bride was getting upset and when S did leave the room the bride apologised for her behaviour, i said darling there’s nothing you need to apologise for at all, S then comes storming back in “why didn’t you tell me you had a makeup trial btw i should’ve been here what the the mua was a psychopath who killed you what would’ve you done then?!” she was just very... i can’t explain it. she was an asshole through and through, picked apart every single thing i did and took every opportunity to call her daughter an offensive term and remind her that she’s disabled. “i hope T knows what he’s got himself in for marrying a handicap!” was the last straw for me, but ofc it was the brides day didn’t want to cause a scene but had to set boundaries so i kicked her out the room again, told her to wait (she was equally as rude and overbearing with the hairdresser too)

when i finished the bride looked AMAZING like for real, she was so happy she’d never had her makeup done professionally before because counters aren’t adaptable and a lot of muas have refused her cause of the height of her wheelchair (i was bending down a lot and yes my back hurt after from being bent over but so what??? that’s two hours of my friday, compared to the biggest day of her life. my back will be fine it’s more than worth it idk why other muas would turn her down it���s so sad) anyway cut to S, she finally said: “oh ____ you look lovely! Laura do you have time to do my eye makeup please i’ll pay you” LOL NO I DONT BYE

when the bride called me after her ceremony it was to apologise again to which i said trust me you don’t have to excuse someone else’s behaviour you shouldn’t be worried about that today of all days! and she said to me “thank you for not refusing me, for once in my life i feel like a normal girl” and yeah lol i balled my eyes out after that call. i can’t even imagine what she has to go through on a daily basis, not just from society but her own mother too. it was clear her mum was upsetting her and i just think like come onnnn, that’s your daughter, on her wedding day, hell on ANY DAY don’t bring her down what the fuck. sorry for the ramble but the short of it is her mother was a cunt.

i gained explicit consent to post these here! ISNT SHE STUNNING 🥺😭

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but maybe you have some insight.

I’m thinking about having kids in the next few years and I kind of want to just have them myself. My parents were so focused on each other and their relationship dramas that me and my sister were definitely not prioritised and when they eventually broke up when we were teenagers there was a real sense of “the family is over if we’re not all together” from my mum and she kind of checked out, we’re still close but she says she sees me as more of a friend than a daughter which I feel weird about. Anyway, I know I do want to have kids and I’m nearing 30 which I know isn’t old but I’m thinking ahead to the next 5 or so years. I want to have kids to be a mum, not to be a physical proof of my relationship with someone.

Basically do you think it’s possible to have kids by myself, everyone I speak to says that’s so sad and I just need to wait to find the right partner, and a lot of mums I know have said it’s not really possible/is hell without a partner. I can do it financially but people are saying I’m naïve to think I could cope emotionally.

Oh babe, I don’t know if you really want my answer. I don’t have the most rosy take on being a parent. But you asked for it, so…

I know this is going to get long, but I’m on mobile and so I apologize for not being able to put this under the cut.

If you don’t want ugly truths, don’t keep reading.

In my opinion, having a child and not having a partner is not “sad” and it’s not necessarily bad for the child. Plenty of people grow up with single parents and are just fine. I assume you’ll end up doing fertility treatments which can be difficult (physically and emotionally) and expensive (all in all, ours was probably about $35K 16 years ago and I was lucky enough to got pregnant after 2 IUIs and one IVF). Then it was almost $1000 a year to store the embryos we didn’t use (that maybe be based on location and quantity… I have no idea. But it surprised me how hard it was to give up the embryos even though I knew I didn’t want any more kids. It took me about 10 year to finally give them up).

I don’t think anyone has any idea just how hard and how expensive raising a child is until they do it. And if you have a child with special needs of any sort, you’ve just exponentially increased the difficulty and expense.

And I know everyone assumes their child will be healthy and “typical”, and I hope that’s the case for you. But things aren’t like they used to be. I’m not talking about just the difficulty of affording the typical — clothes and school and braces and a phone and little league and birthday parties etc. I swear nearly every parent I know has a child with some sort of disorder which means a need for special programs outside of school, a need for therapy, a need for tutors, special schools to accommodate their needs…

And I know if you don’t have kids you may be thinking I mean them being handicapped or not learning to read on time. But what I mean is things like having a child who has such severe anxiety and body dysmorphia that they have to go into residential treatment at 15 for more than $50K a month. Or a child who’s diagnosed with autism as a toddler and would not be able to communicate without one parent giving up their career and devoting every penny the family has to working with the child until they were able to successfully integrate into “regular school” (but that work never really ends because at every step there are new challenges). Or a child who is sexually assaulted by their cousin at 12 and deals with it by cutting, attempting suicide, and getting addicted to oxycodone by 13.

I didn’t just pull these stories out of the air. These are just three close friends of mine. And I could continue for pages and pages with other stories about the neurological testing to determine learning differences and the pain and uncertainty that comes with deciding to put your second grader on anxiety meds. Obviously I do have some friends with “typical” kids, but this is the kind of shit that happens to “nice” “normal” families who just thought it would be wonderful to be parents. And these moms all have partners… if they didn’t, I don’t know how they would have made it through.

And I haven’t even begun to talk about the emotional strain having kids puts on people. If you want to be an involved parent, and are the sort of person who’s aware of how their behaviors affect others (especially developing babies) that means having to deal with your own childhood trauma because parenting your child will very likely bring everything up for you. Even little things you didn’t remember or thought were no big deal. I could go on and on about the self-doubt and the resentment and the disappointment and the loneliness of being a new parent some people feel. Having to cope with that while also having to meet the needs of a small child (let alone multiple small children) can be overwhelming.

Oh, and don’t forget the absolute shit storm that that literally no one tells you about pregnancy and giving birth. From post partum psychosis (and almost dying) to loss of sex drive (for years) to changes in literally everything from hair, skin, allergies, loss of tolerance for foods you once ate with no problem… and yes, again, those are just a few stories from people I know. I was very lucky to have had an uncomplicated pregnancy (even with carrying twins), but I was also able to stop working at the time and do many things to take care of myself.

And I’m not getting into what having kids does to a marriage/partnership since you’re talking about doing it on your own, but I could write a dissertation on that, too.

So, I’m not saying all of this simply to be a Debbie Downer. And I really adore my children. They’re awesome people. But I think there is so much of a fantasy that’s created around the joys of pregnancy and parenthood that so many jump into it without really understanding even a fraction of what could result. Literally they only thing I thought about is that I would be tired in the beginning. 🥴🥴🥴 (meanwhile, my son didn’t sleep through the night for FIVE YEARS).

Yes, it can be done without a partner. But it also can be an extremely emotional, tiring, stressful, complex undertaking. Without having people around who are as invested in your child’s well being as you are, you may end up without your needs being met often enough (which isn’t good for anyone. Including your child). So, given what you said about your family, it sounds like you might not have family you feel comfortable helping raise your child while you work. Because, unless you’re independently wealthy, you will have to work and your child will have to be left with someone (if not family, then a nanny or daycare). And that’s another dissertation I could write because I’ve literally been through it all.

I know this isn’t what you were hoping for. But I wish someone had really been honest with me all those years ago. I could at least have prepared myself better.

Best of luck making your decisions. ❤️❤️❤️

#rape tw #parenting 101 #parenting truths #infertility #oh my god and the cost of college #here in the states it’s insanity

[cwarscars]

✍️ + Johnny, I mean, oops

Send me ✍️ + a muse, and I’ll try my hand at writing as them

it's a hard thing to feel hopeless but johnny had never let it get the best of him before - no, never ! he'd persevere! show them that the slums were nothing but the smallest handicap in the grand scheme of things. so what he'd never live up top, so what he'd never have the gil to flaunt - at least he had himself, chest out and chin up. a handsome ( or at least, his mum had said so ) lad with a love of doing what was right. he'd think ( honestly ) of himself as being a little like robin hood - a man of the people, a little yellow-bellied, sure. but never anything but a force of nature ( and good! )

he eyes the shinra troops from afar, brows pressed and hands on his hips. thinks on the best plan of action - sneak up from behind? surprise them with some 'johnny-fu'? ( his homemade technique - a delightful blend of karate chops and running away ). or maybe, just maybe, he could swoon them? apply some charm alongside his words; urge them on with the click of his tongue. words made all the better by a pretty face ( as his mama had so many times said ).

why settle for a fight when one can spread the love? he opts for option two, of course!

steps are, at first, slow. a subtle edge toward the soldiers - a flutter of eyelashes and a small smile. "uh - heya fellas-" he grins, a hand scooped into his pocket, a pack of smokes withdrawn "cigarette? no-?"

neither man answers, instead - an annoyed glare darted johnny's way. he suddenly feels awkward ( not that he'd let that stop him! ) he has to escape midgar! he has to see the world! ( follow tifa ) see the sights! ( and follow tifa ) once more reunite with cloud and company ( and, of course, tifa ).

"hehe - tough crowd, eh? well-" he swallows hard "how're you fine gentlemen today?"

"keep moving, pal-" one utters, barely a glance spared for the redhead.

"aw c'mon, i'm jus' here for a chat - nothin' else. nothin' weird, bro-!" he pauses for a moment, eyes the ground, the distance, the sky ( well, plate ), anywhere -! and then option three comes into play, his voice rushed into a hurried tone, alarm across his expression. "over there! oh my god! it's a wild behemoth! oh god -! how did THAT thing get out?!"

both guards turn - an easy trick ( one he's honestly surprised actually worked ) and with that, he takes his shot to run. a johnny special. the johnny-stride he'd dubbed it. running akin to a chocobo's speed ( hell, he'll rival even that of a gold chocobo in no time! )

'here i come, tifa-' he thinks, breaths heavy as he rushes through the gate 'when i find ya, i'm askin' you t'marry me!'

and surely she will. he is, after-all, johnny!

#(answered) #(anonymous) #(altmuse) #had WAY more fun with this than i should have i think c.c

[kuschelkissen]

And more polyshipweek stuff. Prompts by @polyshipweek

This one is kinda sad-ish, idk. Also has some non-canon characters involved

GROWING OLD

"How is he?"

Yui raised her head as she closed the door behind her, smiling weakly at the younger woman. "He's sleeping now. Don't worry, Takako."

"But I do worry." Slowly she got closer, finally embracing her. "Seeing him break down like this... and then finding out it happened before! Mum, why didn't you tell me! Why didn't anyone of you tell me??"

"We didn't want to worry you. The doctor said it's just some slight form of fatigue, and that it just happens sometimes when people get older."

"He's not that old yet!"

With a sigh, Yui held her daughter tightly. "He's not that young anymore either, Takako."

Takako burried her head in Yui's shoulder. "I don't like it. I want Kosuke and Yuji to have a lot more time with their grandpa!"

"And what makes you think they won't?" could be heard from the door, as Kansuke in his wheelchair was pushed inside the living room by a young man. "Just 'cause Koumei is a bit weak on his legs these days doesn't mean he's gonna die tomorrow, ya know?" He grinned, patting his left leg with his hand. "I've been weak on my legs for decades now and look at me, I'm burstin' with life!"

Takako rubbed her face, then smiled slightly. "You're built differently, Dad" she said as she came closer, kissing the young man behind the wheelchair on the cheek. "Are they sleeping now?"

"Yes, honey. Though it took your dad telling them about all the stuff your father survived without a scratch to calm them down." He scratched his cheek. "Not sure if they were impressed or more scared there for a moment."

"See?!" Kansuke said, grabbing the wheels and pushing himself towards Yui now. "He'll be fine, just like always."

Yui bent down to kiss him. "Yes, he will."

~

Later that evening, when Takako and her little family had fallen asleep in the guestrooms upstairs, Yui had quietly pushed Kansuke's wheelchair into the bedroom, to not wake Taka'aki. In the dim light that fell inside from the lights outside the window, he still looked terribly pale, paler than usual, and the grey hair almost seemed white. "He's gonna be okay, right?" she whispered as she helped Kansuke out of his chair.

"Of course he will" Kansuke mumbled back, leaning onto her. "There's no way he's gonna go before me."

It made her smile, but also realise how vastly different these two had always been. Kansuke had been handicapped for almost 40 years now and he had always dealt with it pretty well. Even when he had had to resort to using the wheelchair five years ago, he had just taken it as is. Sure, he hadn't been happy about it, but he hadn't fallen into despair over it.

His beard had been patchy with grey areas for a while now, same with his hair, making him look older when he had not even been in his fifties yet, but he had just taken it with humour. "Listen to your elders!" he had loved to proclaim at work, making the newbies doublecheck on his actual age more than once.

Taka'aki on the other hand had kept his deep black hair even when Yui was already trying to hide her grey streaks with dye. So when it had finally turned grey, it went incredibly quickly and it had done something to him.

It wasn't that he feared or hated turning old. But it was the realisation that he had by now outlived all of his family, that pulled him down. The thought that his little brother, not even his parents were allowed to grow old, to get grey and wrinkly, had taken some of the joy from his eyes.

It wasn't like he had lost his will to live, he was still able to smile and enjoy life. Especially when their daughter came for visits with the twins and the house got all noisy and lively. Their little family had always filled him with so much joy. Maybe because he had lost his own so early in life.

But it was obvious that aging didn't go as smoothly for him as it did for Kansuke.

Yui helped Kansue to sit on the bed. "I just feel like he's tired lately" she said lowly while changing into her pyjamas. "Not sleepy, just... tired."

"He turned 70 last month, of course he's tired." Kansuke smiled crooked. "Even I didn't like how that number looked on my birthday cake earlier this year. At this age it's more apparent than ever that we're just old men next to our young and energetic wife."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, sure. That never stopped either of you~"

"You know", a low voice came from the other side of the bed, "my eyesight is getting worse each day, but unfortunately I can still hear you just fine."

"Taka'aki, you're awake!"

"Unfortunately, I am." With a groan Taka'aki sat up, rubbing his face. "Is it night already...? How long was I out?"

"Careful" Kansuke said, reaching out for him, only to lower his hand again, when Taka'aki didn't sway. "About four hours."

"I must have scared the children."

"You scared everyone" Yui said, huffing her cheeks a bit. "I'm just glad Minoru-kun was there to catch you!"

"Ah, apologies. I did not mean to scare anyone."

"Good. Then stop doing it!" Yui sat on the bed now, too, looking at him with pleading eyes. "No more fainting, okay?"

Taka'aki smiled tiredly at her. "I will try my best."

"Good" Kansuke said and lay down. "Now, everyone shut up and sleep. Playing entertainer for these little rascals is exhausting and we have another day of that coming."

Yui rolled her eyes affectionately, then snuggled up against him, reaching out over him for Taka'aki, who finally lay down on the other side of Kansuke with a sigh. "Good night, my beloved old men~"

"Sleep tight, young lady."

"Oh shut up, both of you."

#dcmk #nagano trio #morofushi takaaki #yamato kansuke #uehara yui #idk this turned kinda sad #it's also a bit all over the place #but eh #I still kinda like it #polyshipweek22

[scribblesandsorcery]

ashkjlhdfijhlzsdl I was sitting in the car waiting for my mum and sister and some young dude in a massive truck pulled into the handicapped spot next to me (the space is very visibly labelled both on the pavement and with a sign at face height that says HANDICAPPED PARKING all caps) and hops out, no blue badge in sight. Then some other guy pulls up behind us and I had my earbuds in so I could only kind of hear the exchange but what I heard sounded hell of a lot like

“That’s a handicapped space.”

“Huh?”

“That’s a handicapped space. Are you handicapped?”

“No.”

“Do you wanna be?”

The dude moved his truck.

#my heart is so full right now #i am so glad i decided to stay up all night so i could witness that #i salute you second dude

[eraisme]

27 please

27. Have you ever taken a walk on the wild side? What was it like?

AN: This isn't as wild as I'd hoped. It was GOING to be, but then...ya know...other stuff came to my head.

“Oh, come on, Bernie. This is going to be fun.” Serena smiles lovingly at her partner as she casually rubs a hand over Bernie’s shoulder. “Neither of us have ever been to a Pride celebration before. This will be a good opportunity to be one with our...community now.”

Bernie comes to a stop at a traffic light, glancing out the drivers’ side window. She’s able to see the people in the distance crossing the street, dressed in platform shoes, feather boas draped over their shoulders. “I...I know this means a great deal to you, Serena, and I want you to experience-”

“Bernie-”

“I’m not...I’m not very comfortable in...” Bernie shakes her head a little, having been told multiple times that she needs to just try crowds. Just needs to try going out of her comfort zone. “I’ll-”

“We don’t need to go.” Serena says with a soft smile on her lips, shaking her head a little. “You can turn around right now and I’d be absolutely fine with that.” She keeps a hand on Bernie’s shoulder, “I just thought you wanted to go since you had seemed a tad excited when you mentioned there would be one in town.”

“I...I don’t know.” Bernie swallows, turning her head again to just look forward.

“I’m not leaving your side while we’re here...if that makes any difference.” Serena continues, still watching her wife’s face from the passenger seat. She notices the traffic light change, but Bernie does not continue to drive, frozen in place. Serena bites her lip, taking a moment to open the door and climb from the passenger seat to wave at other drivers to drive around the car. 

“Serena?”

Serena is almost certain she heard her name called, but there’s probably so many other people with-

“Serena, is that you?”

Finally, Serena begins to look around the area, needing to know who was calling her name. She notices someone approaching on the pavement, “Charlie?”

Charlotte beams over at the woman, herself clad in ripped up jeans and a t-shirt displaying her support. Her hair is colored in a rainbow pattern and rainbow plimsolls on her feet. She is incredibly festive. “Never thought I’d be seeing you here, but...who isn’t here now-a-days...”

Serena is actually happy to see the young woman, offering her stepdaughter a smile, “Yes, Bernie thought she wanted to come, but...we’re on our-”

“Mum’s in the car?” Charlie appears surprised, not thinking her mother would ever be up for something like this, regardless of her newer mental handicap. Walking over to the car a bit more, she leaves the rest of her party on the pavement, signaling them ahead to meet at a coffee shop closer to the actual festivities.

“Charlie, please-” Serena starts, an anxious expression on her face, not wanting to upset her wife since even the drive to this location was panic inducing for Bernie.

Hearing a gentle knock against the window, Bernie jumps a little, not expecting it. She glances over, only to see her daughter standing there, cheekbones accented with rainbow glitter. “Charlotte, darling. What-”

“Few friends and I are heading to my partner’s flat above their coffee shop, Gender Blender. It’s right on the parade route so we’re going to open the windows and...be at one without the crowd without actually...being stuck in it. Crowds aren’t my fave either. I’d love it if you and Serena were to come along.” Charlie smiles softly, “if you want, of course.” She glances down the street, seeing her friends still walking along.

Bernie just stares at her daughter for a few moments, “I...”

“It’s just my partner, my friend and her partner, and me. That’s all.” Charlie asks hopefully, raising her eyebrows. “You’ll also be able to park nearby without paying for it...I know the owner.” She teases playfully with a wink, “I might need a ride there though if you-”

“Get in the car, darling.” Bernie tilts her head, always amused by her daughter’s energy and overall fearlessness.

“Great.” Charlie stands up, glancing over the roof of the car at her stepmother again, “Serena, get in.” She opens the rear door on the sports sedan before climbing inside. 

Serena furrows her brow, confused by everything occurring and curious as to what the young woman could have possibly told Bernie to get her to change her mind. She returns to her place on the passenger side. “So...we are going?”

“Charlie asked us over to hers.” Bernie nods a little, not only thrilled to see her daughter, but more than happy that the situation is turning in her favor. Wanting to be a part of the festivities, but from afar. Giving a quick glance in the rear view mirror after hearing the young woman’s seatbelt clasp.

“Did she?” Serena turns her body to look over to the girl in the backseat, “I do appreciate how festive you look at the moment.”

“Well, I think we can make the pair of you look a tad more festive when we get to the flat.” Char offers a smile, watching as Serena turns around and Bernie begins driving again through the crowded streets. “You know, I’m not only doing this for myself, but I’m also doing this to celebrate the two of you.”

When Serena realizes Bernie is smiling to herself, not prepared to respond with anything, she glances over her shoulder before looking forward again, “that’s very kind of you, Charlotte. Thank you.”

Though the ride was quiet and slow (mostly because of the large number of people nearing the parade route), other than Serena asking questions about what she’s been up to lately, Bernie feels herself relaxing little by little. The very last thing she wants is to upset her daughter, even when she wasn’t expecting her in the least. Other than Jason, she’s the only child left between her and Serena. Bernie swallows, hearing her daughter unbuckle her seatbelt in order to lean forward, over her mother’s shoulder. It does make Bernie a bit anxious, but she isn’t about to complain.

Charlotte points past her mother, through the front window, “you can park just over there.” When her mother pulls into the space, she sits back again, “I’m just going to-”

“Wait a minute.” Bernie finally says, looking back at her daughter finally, “did you...did you really mean what you said about-”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Charlie raises an eyebrow, knowing exactly what her mother is referring to, “not just the pair of you, but my partner is trans. Also...ya know...celebrating gender and sexual preference diversity and basic human rights is nice.”

“She does have a point there, darling.” Serena comfortably looks over at her wife, “if at any time you become uncomfortable, Bernie, we’ll leave.”

“We were going to order a pizza...some nibbly things.” Charlie offers, “not to mention, you’ll meet my partner before Dad does.” She waves her eyebrows, noticing her mother’s amused smile, “I’d never put you in a situation where you were uncomfortable, Mum.” Charlie pauses, “whether you believe me or not is up to you, but I promise.”

“Why wouldn’t I believe you?” Bernie asks quietly, seeing her daughter’s subtle shoulder shrug through the young woman’s reflection in the rear view mirror. “Charlie, I love you...so, so much. I know I never say it enough. I know. I’m trying to get better at it.” She pauses, “I’m ...I’m working on displaying my emotions more...and I realize I...I realize I don’t say how much I truly appreciate you...and love you.”

“I’m not...I’m not going to suddenly turn into a murderer like Cam did and blame you for not loving me enough, Mum.” Charlie shakes her head, giving a glance through the window next to her, “I love you too, but that isn’t ...something you should ever be concerned about with me.”

“I’m not.” Bernie turns in her seat, finally looking at her daughter in the back seat even though it hurts her back greatly to do so, “I’ve never had to worry about you and...you’ve made me beyond proud in all you do.”

Charlie smiles softly, “why don’t we get out and head upstairs instead of the pair of you turning into pretzels just to look me in the eye? The flat is large and I know we still need to order take-away.” She tilts her head to the side, still looking at her mother before everyone chooses to climb out, “I love you too, Mum.”

Bernie nods a little, watching as her daughter gets out before turning to the front again, a soft smile on her face, “our first Pride parade, Campbell.”

“I imagine it will be an absolute blast.” Serena nods, loving the scene between mother and daughter that had unfolded before her eyes. She leans over, capturing her wife’s lips for a moment before they climb out of the car as well.

#Mysterious Prompt Book #Bernie Wolfe #Serena Campbell #Berena #Charlotte Dunn #Charlotte Wolfe #She's always a Wolfe in my book #Prompt 27

[survey--s]

382.

Have you ever been cut off by a bartender because you were too drunk? No, but I have seen people get kicked out because of that before. Have you ever borrowed money from your mom and lied about why you needed it? Sure, as a teenager I probably did that most weeks, ha.  Have you ever flirted with a cop to get out of a ticket? I’ve never been in that situation as I’ve never been pulled over by the police. I’ve never dealt with them in a bad/negative capacity before. Have you ever lied during a job interview? Yeah, mostly about how I feel I’ve learnt from past experiences lol. I think most people talk crap in job interviews though!  Have you ever bought alcohol for someone underage? Yeah, and I had it bought for me when I was underage. It was normal where we grew up, though, I barely ever had my ID checked even when I was of age.

Have you ever started a rumor to ruin someone’s reputation? No. Have you taken any pics of yourself that you won’t want your parents to see? Nope.  Would you turn a family member in if you see them commit murder? I mean...I don’t think it’s that straightforward. I like to think I’d do the right thing but I just don’t think it’s that easy with family members. Do you feel accepted by your BF/GF’s family? Absolutely. We’re not very close but we all get on fine. I see my in-laws most weekdays and one of my sister-in-laws most weeks too. Have you ever trashed your ex’s car after an argument? Nope.  Would you leave a note on a car claiming responsibility if you damaged it? Yeah, I’ve done that before when I bumped someone’s car when I was parking. I reported it to police and insurance too but I never heard anything back from anyone so who knows lol. It wasn’t major damage so maybe it just came out with a bit of T-cut. Have you ever used someone's handicapped parking pass to get a parking spot? Nope, that’s illegal here and will get you a massive fine if you’re caught. If you ran over an animal would you keep driving? Depends on the animal, the type of road etc. I wouldn’t stop for like, a squirrel or a mouse or a pheasant, but I’d 100% stop for a dog or cat. Do you really care about saving the planet for future generations? It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I already think we’re past the point of no return when it comes to saving the planet. What was the first thing you learned how to cook? Pasta with homemade tomato sauce. What are some wild animals commonly found where you live? Squirrels, rabbits, hares, deer, badgers, fell ponies and various birds of prey. Do you think there will ever be world peace? Nope. it’s just a fantasy. Have you ever turned down a job offer? Not as such, but I have turned down clients in my current business for a variety of reasons before. Do you know anyone who believes that vaccines cause autism? Not so far as I know, but they’d get short shrift from me. What does the name say on your birth certificate? Yeah, why would I share that on here, lol. In terms of politics, do you sit on the right or the left? Left, for sure. Out of all those blood related, immediate or other, which single person would you list as your favorite? I’m closest to my mum. Who is one you wish you didn't share blood with? None of them - my family are all pretty decent, for the most part. Generally, what genre of movies do you jump at the oppurtunity to see?  Comedy. Have you ever been able to pet a normally wild animal, like a tiger or dolphin? Yeah, in zoos and stuff. I’ve done encounters with wild animals - penguins, lemurs and squirrel monkeys spring to mind, and I’ve hand-fed kangaroos, wallabies, jaguars etc. as well. I didn’t stroke the jaguars though, haha. If you had a work office that you would be allowed to decorate any way you want, how would you decorate it? I’d make it animal friendly and have office dogs or cats lol. Do you know anyone who is a Native American? Via the internet, yeah. What was the hardest thing you went through in your childhood? Most of my childhood was pretty simple, but I had undiagnosed depression, anxiety and autism for the vast majority of it, which made things a lot more difficult than it should be. Have you ever had a girlfriend? No. Do you have any close friends that were adopted? My mum was adopted. Does your mom eat meat? She does. Was your dad ever on a sports team? Yeah, he played cricket a lot when I was younger. Nowadays he runs and has competed in quite a few races and events over the years. Who has the prettiest middle name you know? I don’t really know. What’d be your name if you took your mom’s middle name? Ann. Have you ever thought of a relationship as more of a job than love? Not exactly, but relationships can be hard work at times. I think it’s idealistic to say you never need to work on a relationship. Do you know a lot of things about the opposite sex’s body parts? I mean, I know the average amount I guess? Are your grandparents the kind who are very protective of you? I never really had a relationship with my grandparents as they all lived overseas and I only saw them every 2-3 years. Have you ever been trapped in a fire? Nope. Do wasps scare you? They don’t scare me as such, but I don’t like them lol. Would you ever have a threesome with your friend and their bf/gf? I wouldn’t have a threesome with anyone unless I was single and wasn’t close with the other couple. What is your least favourite thing about your full name? It’s just a bit boring. What’s your favourite kind of poptart? I don’t really like poptarts anymore, but as a child I loved the chocolate ones. When did your family immigrate to wherever you live now? About six years ago, and they moved to this country about five years before I was born, I think. Do you enjoy watching birth vlogs? I really, really don’t understand why anyone would want to watch some random stranger give birth. Do you know anyone else with your name? Yes. Which country’s flag is your favorite? I have absolutely no preference, lol. What would you be most afraid of happening if you were to visit Africa? Getting kidnapped/raped/murdered. Do you ever take pictures of negative moments? I suppose so. Would you ever post a picture of yourself crying on social media? Nope. Have you ever held a newborn baby? Yeah. I’m really not a fan of babies though, hahah. Do you know anyone who has twins? Sure, my best friends in kindergarten were twin brothers who also had a set of younger twin brothers. Are you following in the career path of any family members? Nope. I’ve done the complete opposite of what everyone else in my family has ever done, hahah. All my family work professional jobs that require years of education as I’ve set my up my own business that requires nothing like that. Do you feel you missed out on a lot as a kid? Some things, yeah. I had an amazing childhood in some ways but I didn’t have siblings or cousins or anything, and my parents worked full-time and I spent most of my time in childcare which I hated. Who was that best friend you ever had? Her name was Lucy. Do you have people in your family who want you dead? I mean, I hope not lol. Honestly, if you could have anyone in the world, who would it be? My husband, because he’s the one who’s been there for me no matter what. What do you usually order at Taco Bell? I’ve never been - we do have them here now but the nearest is in Scotland I think, so a good two-three hour drive. Have you ever streaked? No. How many city/towns have you lived in? Two cities, one medium sized town and two smaller towns. Do you prefer to shower at night or in the morning? In the morning as I like being clean at the beginning of the day. Have you ever wanted to be a ballet dancer? Nope. I did ballet as a child though. When was the last time you really laughed? Earlier this morning at the cat. Honestly, whose numbers do you have memorized? LITERALLY nobody's. Not mine, not my mom's, not my boyfriend's, anyone's. Not because I don't want to, I just CANNOT remember sequences of numbers like that. My memory is such absolute shit. Do you sleep with socks on? Nope. I hate wearing socks. Has anyone ever told you, you were beautiful? Yeah, sure.  What kind of house do you want? I’d love a big home by the beach, or a wooden cabin type home in the woods.  Would you like living on the coast? I live by the coast already and I absolutely love it. What would you like your generation to change? Loads of things, but I don’t think it’s possible to change anything about humanity that quickly. Are you a sore loser? Yeah, I can be sometimes. Honestly, do you enjoy arguing? No. Have you ever wanted a Nikon camera? Or do you have one already? I’d like one, but not enough to go out and buy myself one lol. Are you a picky eater? What’s one food you refuse to eat? I’m picky when it comes to texture and spice, but otherwise I’m pretty adventurous. Do you have Photoshop? If so, how often a day do you use it? I have the free version on my laptop but I only use it to edit red eye out of photos lol. What color are the walls in the room you’re in right now? Two of them are dark red, two of them are grey. Do you use your queen right away in chess? I do indeed. Were you in track and field? I was in primary school, yeah. Were you ever in a school talent show? Yes. Have you thrown up in a car? Yeah, I’ve had horrendous motion sickness for as long as I remember, and my dad used to insist on taking the “scenic route” on journeys which meant winding roads and loads of vomit, lol.

Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs Richards Where did you go on your first airplane ride? Australia when I was nine months old. Whose wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen? I’ve never been a bridesmaid and I’d never want to be. First tattoo or piercing? My first piercing was my earlobes when I was twelve. I only have one tattoo and that’s the mandala on my back. I got that when I was about 25 I think. First celebrity crush? Josh Hartnett, Michael Owen and Adam Brody.

#survey #surveys

[kierancampire]

Haven't cried yet, but it's real fucking close

Mum phoned me soon after the PiP thing cause i let her know, she made everything completely worse by saying that she doesn't know why i got it in the first place, nothing i do will get it, I'm being pushed to work, just all greatly upsetting things

Then just now she sent me a load of images and messages, wanna know what for? Not for help with PiP, no, cause, again she stated disputing it will do nothing so i should just give up. Instead she just focused on how i should look at getting a fucking carer and having someone come over to my flat to check in on me and shit every so often, like I'm fucking handicapped and haven't been living alone for almost 3 fucking years

But do you wanna know what also upsets me? 2 things. 1, do you want to know who were the only people who saw me for a long fucking time? People i paid to speak to me, or people who were paid to speak to me. Do you know how fucking depressing that is when the only people in your life are fucking paid to do so. And do you know how much it fucking hurts that they stop seeing you the moment they are no longer paid to. Do you know how fucking worthless that makes you feel.

2, mum and i met up the other day, and when we spoke she said enough that made it perfectly clear that she. Finally fucking crying. Fucksake. But she made it perfectly fucking clear that not only does she still only believe her and Jess's versions of events from when i lived with them, but that i still lie, that I'm still extremely fucked up, deeply disturbed, violent, have severe fucking issues, and was nothing but a massive problem to her. Do you know how fucking much it hurts, that you shared a fucking post online about how grateful you are for your relationship with your mum and how happy it makes you that you can finally actually fucking talk and hamg out, just to find out the next time you meet that she still views you the way she always has and nothing changed on her end. Do you want to know one moment in life where i was so fucking hurt that i broke down in fucking public, a thing i never do, the day mum told me she thought i needed to go into an institution and stay in a "safe" place where i would get evaluated, monitored, and treating like a clinically insane person who poses a danger to themselves and others. And she just said she thinks i need a carer.

I've lived alone and looked after myself for 3 fucking years, I've been through so fucking much, i achieved so fucking much, I've done so fucking much. Yet she still views me the same way as i was 4 years ago, and she still talks to me as if i was that person, and anything i have felt lately is all on my end as it's not changed for her. Do you know how much that fucking hurts.

#personal

[hannah-the-small]

James, this is Hell. They'd probably want you to show up with a handicap for the entertainment.

"... I get the feeling this isn't for entertainment for my mum."

#JamestheInventor

[chaoticlycrookedimperfections]

I have more than most it seems

A loving family.

A mother than loves me more than life it’s selfs.

You have these mothers that are too mentally handicapped Ill. Too addicted. Narcissist. Who will put there man first. Who just don’t give a shit. Adopted mums that - well that’s just a whole thing.

But I have a mum who is not blood related , I did not come from her body , she most prob stayed with my father for me.

As extra and annoying as the may find her.

She fucking loves. She would give her life for me. I KNOW. I FUCKING KNOW how much this woman loves me. I know she loves me from the deepest depth of her soul. NOTHING comes before me for her. She has loved me from the minute he laid eyes on me.

And I feel that. I really do. And she is the only fucking reason I stay on this earth. And I am terrified every day she will leave me.

But that doesn’t fix everything

[foreveralonewithmystupidthoughts]

The NHS is full of bullying cunts!

On Wednesday 29th June I went to the eye clinic (emergency appointment) because my right eye is deteriorating from Diabetic Retinopathy. It now has constant black floaters in and I can’t see out of it at all, especially when I cover my left eye.

It was a shit show from the start.

First of the hospital transport broke down, so I was late for my appointment, we had to wait in a supermarket car park for another hospital transport.

When I arrived I was quickly called into test my eyes, where they make you read a letters board on the wall with covering each eye.

Then I was told to wait in the waiting room, to have my proper vision test. I get called in, first red flag 🚩 they wouldn’t let my mum into the room, when they usually do because of my social anxiety, I struggle to speak to new people and these nurses I had never met before. (If they were the ones I had seen in the past then I’d have no problem talking to them), they put a flashlight thing in my eye to “find the problem”, had to call the doctor in because they didn’t know what the fuck they were doing, he told them what eye it was and they still fucked up by saying it was my left eye when the doctor said it was my right eye!!! The nurse on the computer was struggling, clearly had no clue how to use a computer.

Then, they started arguing with each other. (Sooo professional, I must say 🙄). Then they repeatedly kept asking the doctor, who at this point was getting fed up with their shit, like me.

They wanted me to read these numbers (picture down below)

⬆️⬆️⬆️ this type of thing.

I was reading them just fine, I struggled a bit, because you know, VISION PROBLEMS!!! The nurse said I was “slow” not “she was slow in answering them” just “slow” like I was a retard or something. I am their at the FUCKING EYE CLINIC FOR MY EYESIGHT NOT FUCKING MATHEMATICS!!!

They have even put on my records, that I have a learning disability??? A FUCKING LEARNING DISABILITY!!!! What the actual fuck??? Just because I am in a wheelchair doesn’t mean I have a learning fucking disability! Not everyone in a wheelchair is mentally handicapped!!!

Fucking bullies, the lot of them!

After all that I never even got to see a consultant, because they fucked me around too much. They literally lost everything I did in the vision tests because the prick couldn’t obviously work the computer! And I’m the one with learning disabilities??? Yeah ok then. Least I know how to use technology!!!

So they wanted me to pretty much do it all again! We had already been there 4 FUCKING HOURS. I wasn’t going to waste more of my time sitting there being mugged off. All the stress and anxiety I had. I’m already traumatised from that fucking hospital, they did it on purpose.

Least now I know they hate me. Everyone that arrived after me had been and gone by the time I was seen. Why make me wait? Why? Doing it on purpose. Now I don’t want to use my wheelchair anymore for fear I will be called names and be told I have a learning disability or that I am slow. I am getting myself a scooter so I don’t have to use my wheelchair anymore. (Not a mobility scooter either, just a push scooter) and if they refuse me entry to the hospital next week, then I will tell them that maybe they should get their nurses to stop bullying patients in wheelchairs, then maybe I would be happy to use it again.

It’s bad enough that I go out in the wheelchair, in my local town and village and get stared at, told I am just a lazy child (even though I’m 25). I use the wheelchair when I need it. I’ve only just started walking again since my bad fall in 2019 where I damaged my hip and leg badly. So now I am going to use a scooter and if people don’t want to let me into their shops or hospitals, fine don’t. See if I care. I’m going blind, I want to experience things that I will probably never do again.

I’m 25 and this is it for me. Soon I won’t be able to see the world anymore. It will just be blurry. I want to be able to experience using a scooter, I know that seems pathetic to some people, probably most people, but imagine one day everything just goes blurry and you can no longer see the world, you can no longer see the trees, the fields, the roads, anything. That is what I am soon going to have to deal with. I just want to have fun before it all ends. And I don’t see how that is a problem for anyone.

I just want to live my life, I don’t want nurses bullying me, I don’t want to be scared to use a wheelchair when I go out.

It’s bad enough I’m literally trying to rush reading my books before the inevitable happens because not being able to read a single book ever again is my worst fear. I’m a writer, I can’t lose my reading skill, my writing skill nor my imagination.

All I really want to know is, why did God choose me to have all this suffering? Why me? What did I do wrong? I’ve never done anything bad to anyone. I’ve paid the price for my mistakes, I lost every friend I had, I lost the love of my family. Yeah, they might say they love me, but they don’t. I know they don’t. They’re just waiting for the day I end my life. They’d have a celebration.

#my thoughts #mental health #my vents #spotify #vent account #chronic illness #im a loser #my life is a disaster #this life fucking sucks #aesthetic #depressed #fuck the nhs #suicidal #can’t do this anymore #i wish i was dead #ranting #goodbye #nhs aren’t heroes #nhs are fucking dead #nhs cunts #nhs scum #nhs doesn’t care about you #visual impairment #diabetic retinopathy #going blind #losing my life #losing my mind #nervous breakdown #hurting myself