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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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Is This Home?

Request from anon: Can you do Derek ! Daughter reader (15) she’s still getting used to savannah being there with them, and maybe she gets upset that they don’t hang out as much because of her, and reader has a breakdown and leaves the house in the middle of the night and she gets lost and hides in an abandoned house until someone finds her (maybe a neighbor of Derek’s) and they call Derek to come get reader and she’s just like no I don’t wanna talk to him and he sits down and is like listen I know you don’t like me being with someone since your mom and I understand that but you will always be my baby, and they go home that night and she sleeps in the middle of them

Derek Morgan x daughter!reader

Summary: Ever since Savannah moved in with you and your dad, you feel like you’ve been losing him. The night he forgets about your special father-daughter time you flee to a place that feels more homey than your actual home.

A/N: I changed it up the abandoned house part just a little bit because I thought this would make it more meaningful, but overall I tried to stick as close to the request as possible. I hope you like it!

CW: I had fun with swear words in this one (I swore a lot when I was 15. Tbh I still do.), reader's mother is dead, kinda angsty with a fluffy ending. Reader loves her Aunt Penny.

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“Alright, (Y/N). You think you can hold down the fort tonight?” Your dad, Derek, asked playfulling, putting a hand on your shoulder before leaning over the couch to look at you.

You put down your phone and made a face. “It’s Sunday night,” you said.

“Yes,” he said, drawing out the Y sound like he always did when you said something obvious. “Which means that I trust you’ll be in bed by the time Savannah and I get home from our night out.”

“But-” you started, but it didn’t matter; your dad was already headed upstairs to get ready for his date. The only way he would hear you now was by yelling to remind him that you two ALWAYS did movie night on Sunday. Your mom had died when you were ten and since then your dad had made it a point to spend as much of his free time with you as possible. Unless he was away on a case, movie nights were never interrupted. For five years that was how it had been.

And then Savannah came along.

She wasn’t a bad person. She wasn’t mean. But she wasn’t your mom and sometimes it felt like she was taking your dad away from you. The first time it happened, her and Derek had just started dating. You were so happy that your dad was happy you failed to notice that the same day he took her to the park was the day he was supposed to take you to the firing range. The second time it happened you took the metro from school straight to Quantico to show him that you’d gotten straight A’s on your report card, only to find that he had left work on time for once to take Savannah to see a play (at least your Uncle Spencer was impressed and Aunt Penny took you to get ice cream on the drive home). The third time it happened was the day Savannah moved in with the two of you. The Saturday that was supposed to be spent practicing for your judo certification was instead spent lifting and moving boxes.

Since then it had all gone downhill so fast. Dinners that were usually spent on the couch with just you and your dad shooting the shit about sports turned into dinners at the table making small talk about what everyone’s day was like. The messages he sent to you every night when he was away on a case came to your phone half the time and Savannah’s the other half. Even restoring houses with your dad wasn’t the same anymore. You loved to sit around the table with him and pick out colors for the walls from the swatches he brought home, but of course he had to show the options to Savannah first. She always seemed to throw out the fun colors in favor of more “tasteful” ones before you could give your opinion.

And now your dad was ditching you on movie night to take her out to dinner.

If she was a serial killer you wouldn’t have minded- you were used to your dad having to miss movie night to catch criminals- but he was abandoning you for his girlfriend. His girlfriend. You would much rather have been ditched because Hannibal Lecter was on the loose running wild through some town in the middle of bumfuck nowhere than be left alone so your father could go out to dinner with some woman you hadn’t known for all that long. SSA Derek Morgan would have a good excuse for missing movie night then, but he wasn’t a Supervisory Special Agent right now- he was your dad… and he forgot about you.

You went up to your room, not bothering to turn off the TV which already showed which movie you had picked for that night. Sitting on your bed, you picked up the picture of your mom that sat on your nightstand. You weren’t sure if you were listening for an answer from her spirit, or if you were just lost in the moment of missing her, but it felt like you looked at her picture for hours.

There was a knock on your door. You put the picture of your mom down before calling, “Come in!”

Derek was dressed up a bit more than normal- he traded his typical leather jacket for a blazer and his jeans for casual slacks. “So?” He spun in a circle. “How do I look?”

“Like you asked Uncle Dave for fashion advice,” you told him- if there was one thing you were in the Morgan household, it was honest.

“Okay, ouch.” Your dad brought his hand to his chest. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you said. “The slacks make you look old. Wear black jeans instead.”

Derek smiled. “Okay, well I’m gonna be late since I have to change again. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, dad. I-”

The door shut.

“Love you,” you whispered to yourself. You picked up the picture of your mom again, gazing into her fearless eyes. Oh, mom, you thought to yourself, or maybe you were praying to her. You really didn’t know which one. What am I going to do?

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You rolled over and looked at the clock- unable to sleep. It was nearly midnight and you dad still wasn’t back yet. How long was dinner supposed to take? How had your dad forgotten about movie night? How had your dad forgotten to tell you he loved you? The questions spiraled in your head over and over again, anxiety building in your gut until you burst into tears.

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t be in your room, or the house, or anywhere that made you think about how your dad had forgotten about you. You were still in your clothes from the day, having been too upset to change into pajamas. Silently crying you ran down the stairs and out of the house- needing to get as far away from it as possible.

The logical part of your brain knew that this was the best possible way to get kidnapped- a young girl running down the street alone in the dark was the start to just about every horror movie ever. But the logical part of your brain wasn’t working. All you knew was that you had to run.

You were lost in your thoughts and high from the adrenaline that you lost track of where your legs had taken you. Your vision adjusted to the dark and you looked around. You were somewhere you had been before, but you weren’t sure exactly where. If it was light outside you might be able to pinpoint a landmark or a trail and find your way back, but the night was dense. All there was to do was walk.

Your head was starting to ache from crying and your legs were beginning to feel weary. The taste of copper filled your mouth from running in the coolness of the night. You needed a place to stay but you didn’t want to go home. In the distance you spotted street lights- they were dim but it was better than nothing. Maybe from there you could find a metro stop to take you closer to your Aunt Penny’s- surely she would let you stay with her for the night.

The closer you got to the lights the more you recognized your surroundings. The neighborhood was older, but still in a safe location. The houses were charming on the outside, with wrap-around porches and large grassy yards. You knew the place because Derek had bought a house here years ago, when it was just the two of you. It had always been part of his dream to restore a house like it so he insisted that he would wait for the perfect time to start the project.

Of course there was no such thing as perfect timing. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t touched the house in years. Most of his other restorations were bought and sold within months, but this one just sat. The only evidence that he owned the place at all was that he mowed the lawn every two weeks.

You walked up to the front door and pulled a bobby pin from your pocket, picking the old lock with ease and making your way inside. The house was bare of any furniture or decorations. Paint was flaking off the walls and old plastic covered the hardwood floors. You walked around the house, imagining what it would be like to see the place restored in all its glory- with new crown molding and fresh hardware on the doors. You imagined it with a fresh coat of paint and pictures on the walls.

But at the moment it looked abandoned, withered, and unloved- just like how you felt.

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It was 1 AM when Derek got a call from an unknown number. The first time he let it go to voicemail, but when the same number called him two more times he had to pick it up. At first he thought it was a prank call- some kid trying to mess with him that one of his houses had been broken into by his own daughter- but when he got home and saw that you weren’t in your room he knew it was true.

He was sure that he broke every speed limit getting to the house, but he didn’t care. What was so wrong that you felt like you had to run away? What had happened and how had he not seen it?

Derek pulled into the driveway and jumped out of the car, Savannah right behind him. His neighbor was standing in the driveway holding a flashlight, waiting for him to arrive.

“Thanks for calling,” Derek greeted the woman- she was a nice older lady. “I’m sorry if she bothered you.”

“Oh it’s fine,” the lady said. “I’ve raised three teenagers myself. I know how they are. She says she doesn’t want to talk to you, but deep down she really does.”

Derek sighed. “I appreciate that. If there’s anything I can do to return the favor, please let me know.” The lady smiled and gave him a pat on the shoulder before walking away.

Derek sighed heavily and turned to Savannah. “I’ll be back.”

Savannah rubbed his shoulder supportively. “You’re a great father, Derek.” He took her hand and gave it a squeeze before letting go and making his way into the house.

It didn’t take him long to find you. You were curled up in a corner, legs pulled up to your chest with your face buried into your knees. You didn’t even look up when you heard his footsteps. He came closer, kneeling next to you so he was on your level, and reached out to touch your hair. At the contact, you quickly leaned away.

“(Y/N),” he said, his voice full of concern. “Please talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk to you.” Your words were sad with a slight venom behind them. “Just go away.”

Your dad sighed and sat down on the floor in front of you. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong.”

Suddenly, all the emotions from earlier came flooding back. You couldn’t help it- sobs racked your body as you pulled your limbs tighter towards your body. You kept your head down and your eyes shut tight, not wanting to even get a glimpse of your dad.

“You forgot movie night-” you managed to choke out between sobs. “You have Savannah now. You already forgot about mom and now you’re forgetting about me too.”

Derek felt his heart crack. He really had forgotten movie night- the one constant promise that your mom would always be a part of him and you. He took a deep breath and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he whispered. He felt his eyes begin to water. “I did forget about movie night.” He pulled back to look at your face. You had grown up so much so fast. JJ was always telling him that if he looked away for too long he would miss it entirely and he almost had. “But that doesn’t mean I forgot about your mom and it sure doesn’t mean that I’ve forgotten about you. I know it’s hard to see me with someone who isn’t your mom- I get that- but Savannah isn’t replacing her. I will always love your mother and you will always be my baby girl. No matter what.”

The mention of the nickname he only ever used for you and your Aunt Penny brought the tiniest smile to your face. Derek pulled you into another hug.

“Can we go home now?” you asked quietly.

“Of course.” He kissed your forehead and pulled you to your feet, holding your hand as you walked out to the car. Savannah was standing there, a sympathetic look on her face. Your dad helped you into the back seat first before helping her into the front. You were so tired from the emotions and adrenaline that you fell asleep before the car even pulled out of the driveway.

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Derek gently took your seatbelt off and pulled you out of the car in an effort not to wake you up. He was thankful that Savannah was there to lock the vehicle after him and open the front door so he could carry you up the stairs and towards your bedroom. If working out was good for nothing else but still being able to carry his baby girl at 15 years old, it was worth it.

“Derek,” Savannah whispered from behind him before he opened up your bedroom door. He turned to look at her. “Let her sleep in our room tonight. She’s your baby, but she isn’t going to be for much longer.”

Derek smiled softly and walked to the main bedroom, laying you down in the middle of the mattress. He looked down at your face, sleep softening your features. Changing quickly into his pajamas, he snuggled next to you, pulling your body closer to his. Savannah laid down on your other side, a gentle smile on her face as she watched the two of you together.

For the first time since your mom died, Derek felt whole- like the wound to his heart had healed over with a faint scar to remind him of what was, but allowing him to move forward.

“You know,” Derek said quietly. “I’ve let that house sit for a few years. It is kind of a dream project come true so I’ve been waiting for the right time to work on it.”

“Oh yeah?” Savannah whispered.

“Well it’s bigger than this place.” He ran a hand down your hair. “And there are more kids around (Y/N)’s age. The neighbors are nice and the school district is the same. It’s about 10 minutes closer to the hospital and Quantico.” Derek sighed. “I guess I was waiting for a time when the house could become a home.”

Savannah smiled sleepily. “You think you could make it a home?”

Derek’s smile grew. “I think we could make it a home. Together.” He still had his arms around you when he fell asleep that night and by the morning, Savannah’s arms would be around you too.

Soon there would be a restored house, with more dinners on the couch, nights you could spend with your friends when your dad and Savannah went out, a park nearby to walk in, and a large grassy yard to practice judo. But ultimately, it didn’t matter because the three of you would always see one another as home.

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prettymrswright · 1 year

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Harlem Nights

pairing: rosalie otterbourne x black!fem!reader

background: as a singer and musician growing up in the heart of New York, you constantly had people, places, and things to be inspired by. every chance you could, you were finding places inside those rooms you always desired to be in. there was nothing more you wanted to do but perform. most of your family wouldn’t be so ecstatic about your ‘unrealistic’ and ‘unstable’ ambitions. But you knew deep down that you had what it takes. You’d soon travel down to Harlem’s hottest club of the early 20th century, ‘The Cotton Club’, and an interaction with one of your inspirations would change the trajectory of your life, forever.

content: fluff, flirting, playful banter, intimacy. a lot of sweetness + sass. warmth. little explicit language.

word count: 6k

authors note: 2nd fic down. this one was very fun to create, making it fitting to the time. I have such a sweet spot for Rosalie, I had to dedicate this one to her and all her glory. as a singer and musician myself from NY, this was very special for me. I hope y’all smiling and blushing because I was smiling and blushing writing it! enjoy. p.s. chile i kinda wanna make a part two, this was teaaaa.

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A warm, summer rain pitter-pattered across the glass of your bedroom window as you began cleaning up your space. It was a comfy afternoon, almost evening, the sun peaking through the clouds and beaming down on the town, preparing for its set. It was gorgeous outside. And despite it's rather saturating nature, many people were outside on their front porches. There were so many things to do in Harlem. So many places to see. And yet you felt you could die of boredom. If you weren't busy cleaning or babysitting the neighbors kids, you were receiving a 15-page verbal essay from your mother about how dangerous the city was and how 'there ain't nothing in Harlem but drugs, scams, and prostituting!'. I mean sure it could be dangerous at times. But where in the world isn't? You just knew that as much as there were frights, there were sights. Opportunity was left and right in this town. All your favorite artists and musicians grew up right here, and you wanted to join that list.

“Alright, Y/N/N,” your mom began, putting on her jacket, grabbing her things, and approaching your bedroom door. I’m off to work. Remember to drop the evening papers by Miss Jeanine after you finish cleaning. And no clubs!”

You sighed with immediate annoyance. “But Ma—“

“No butts!” She warned sternly. “Unless it’s yours in that bed there, immediately after. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” You respectfully reply, feeling defeated.

You were 21, soon to be 22, but Mother didn’t believe in ‘legal adult decision making’. As long as you were her child and under her roof, you complied by her rules. You understood her always being protective over you; You even appreciated it. But at this moment and time of your life, it felt more like a hinderance than anything else.

“Alright now. I’ll see you later. I love you,” she says on her way out.

“Love you too Ma,” you reply faintly, and with that, the door shuts.

You fall back down on your bed behind you, with a big exhale, staring up at your popcorn ceiling. It was such a lovely day. You should be somewhere dancing, or hanging with your best friend Josephine. Even watching the neighbors kids wouldn’t be so bad right now. At least you’d be out in the backyard.

Tonight was also one of hottest summer nights to be at the Cotton. Billie Holiday, Ma Rainey, and Salome Otterbourne were all performing. It was certain to be a full house, for sure. The three black female jazz pioneers were on tour, and this would be the only time in a while that anybody would be able to see them all perform in one night. Dozens of people even travel from out of state on nights like these. That also meant that there’d be a bunch of travel scouts and agents, waiting on more talent to grab and take under their wing. You were nauseated at the thought of even missing it for a moment.

You got up to finish your cleaning, and halfway through, you heard the door open and shut, followed by a familiar voice that you knew and loved so much.

“Why the long face, sugar?” It asked, making sure you’d turn around to see their smile.

“Grandpa!” You ran to him with open arms, beaming with joy.

Your grandfather was your best friend. Since you were a little girl, he took you under his wing. Your dad left to pursue his music dreams when you were younger, so your grandfather was also the Dad you never had. He always spoke life into you, and made sure that no matter what, you knew that you were capable of any and everything. He also instilled you with the unwavering confidence to back that. Grandpa’s think-pieces were like gold. He was very wise, and had been through it all. He’d always say:

'Don’t let anybody take you for a fool! Not even me!' And laughed. But he was serious. "What's going on? Lorraine got you in this house cleaning all day again?" He says in your defense, as he often does. You let out an exhausting puff of a sigh before plopping back down on your bed. "Yea Pop. As usual." You shifted your body towards him and stared at the ground in deep thought, pausing before continuing. "I mean, life has got to be a little more exciting than this, don't it?" He laughed a low, hearty chuckle. "There's always more excitement, Y/N/N. You just gotta find it. Don't wait for opportunity, create it!" He says affirmably, allowing you to comfortably reveal what you've been thinking about all week. "I really wanna go to the Cotton tonight, Grandpa. Salome Otterbourne is performing tonight! And a bunch of other singers and talents and--well--I'm gonna be here, missing it." You look down and fidget your thumbs around each other. "Well why don't you go?" He asks. "You know Mama don't want me around no clubs, Pop. Besides, I told her I would take the evening papers down to Miss Jeanine." You reply in slight aggravation. "Ohhh," He scoffs and waves his hand down in dismissal. "Don't let that child stop you. I'll take the papers down to Jeanine." Your eyes lit up in pleasant surprise and excitement. "Oh you will?!" "Don't worry about it." He says, a confident smirk creeping onto his face. "Go on and enjoy yourself. I don't know where Lorraine gets all that strictness from anyway. Me and Betty ain't raise that child like that. Besides, she's seen and DONE worse." You both share a big laugh. "Thanks Grandpa. You're the best!" You jump up and wrap your arms around the big guy, holding the embrace for a while. "Anything for my favorite granddaughter." He says jokingly. "I'm your only granddaughter, Grandpa." You reply giggling. "I know. Now gone and figure out what you're going to wear. I hear that Mrs. Otterbourne is looking for another back up vocalist for her band." He tells you as if he just revealed the world's biggest secret. You, performing with Salome Otterbourne and her band. Your stomach turned and the mere thought of it. You kissed your Grandpa on the cheek before rushing to the bathroom to get ready for your highly anticipated night. Your mind rushed with all the possibilities of the night's events. You'd be in the same room with people and experiencing things you've once only dreamed of. Intimidating it was, but your desire to even just be in that energy was bigger. .. After lotioning up and powdering down, you slipped on a cool lavender silk midi dress, with spaghetti straps and a flowy, skirt-like bottom. You leaned into the mirror of your vanity, shaping up your thin brows, rolling on your winged liner, and coating your lips with a nude pink gloss, a shade brighter than your natural lip color. You used your same liner to add your infamous faux face moles; one above your lip, one at the tip of your nose, and one at the top corner of your cheek bone. You placed two diamond stud earrings into your ears, decorated your left wrist with a rose gold watch, and clamped your custom microphone necklace around your neck, gifted by your Grandfather. Lastly, pulling your look together, you peel off your bonnet and hair net, coat your fingers with oil, and take out each of your curls, wrapped around perm rods. You fluffed and shaped your hair into its short, curly and tapered state, much like Sheila Guyse. You stood and wrapped your mesh shawl around your shoulders. You walked over to your tall, door mirror and scanned your body, turning each angle, before spritzing your figure with Blue Grass, by Elizabeth Taylor. You always put effort into your look, but tonight was definitely a little extra. You needed to look and feel the part. Like you belonged there, just with everyone else. You grabbed your white clutch hand purse, matching your white pumps before walking out to the living room. "So," you say to your Grandfather, doing a quick and excited 360. "How do I look?"

"Oh, Y/N," Grandpa says swiping across and covering his mouth to conceal his emotional expression. "You look beautiful. Just like your grandmother." Grandma has passed when you were 7. You had faint memories of her. But one thing you did remember, was how madly in love your Grandfather was. You always said you'd want to be loved just like that when you were older. All the family would constantly remind you of how much you looked like her, and even carried a lot of her personality traits.

"Thanks, Pop." You reach down to hug him and wipe his tear before stepping back and giving him an 'It's okay' smile. "Alright, I'm heading out!" "Alright now, have fun and be safe! Be back by 11, and please, don't give your mother anymore reasons to kill me." He says, almost pleading. "You got it, Pop." You chuckled and walked out the door, closing it tightly behind you. You looked out at the busy block and took a deep sigh before walking down your porch steps and strutting down the street, on your way to the Cotton.

When you arrived, the scene was just like you imagined, only even bigger. Bright lights cascaded from all around the venue, and herds of people were beginning to gather. Cars were beeping and honking, forcing to navigate through traffic with all these people taking up the area, many cars stopping just to see what was going on. Above your head were the list of household names making an appearance tonight. Men and women all throughout the area were dressed up in their absolute best. Valet was working overtime & security was tight. It felt like something out of a movie.

You staggered in front the building, and before you knew it, it was your time to walk in. It was no turning back now.

There was a warm, dim but radiant tone to the room. You seen pimps, hustlers, singers, showgirls, every type of personality you could imagine.

Sounds of bass, saxophones, and pianos filled up the club with a soothing but strong undertone. You walked in, looking around in awe at the set up. The seats were almost filled. You were certain you had to sit in the back, but you didn’t mind. Being in the room was enough. Just as you turned to go back, you spotted your best friend Josephine, sitting in front with an older gentlemen.

“Y/N!,” She called out to you, waving you over and patting the seat next to her.

“Girl!” Overwhelm with excitement, you almost run to where she was and accepted her seat offer. “What are you doing here!”

“I didn’t tell you?” She questions. “My Uncle Johnny is playing bass for Mrs. Holiday. I tried calling to invite you, but your mom said you were busy.”

Typical mother. You really wish she’d stop answering for you. You rolled your eyes, but decided not to build on it.

“Oh, well good for him!” You say with sincerely, with a bright smile.

The two of you briefly caught up before the lights dimmed and the announcer came out to direct what would be one of the most riveting moments of your life.

A few acts had already performed, and you were completely enamored. Jazz and blues were your absolute favorite genre, but to hear it live and in person in all its emotion and vulnerability was euphoric. It was life changing. Entertained you were, but all in all, you felt a strong confirmation. You were certain that this was the path you wanted to take. Every strum of string, every note belted, sent chills down your spine. Singing and performing, especially with a live band felt so natural. It felt warm and welcoming— like a warm fudge brownie with cold ice cream on top. The contrast was clear, but together it went so well.

“And now ladies and gentlemen,” The announcer began. “I present to you, singer, musician, and hit phenomenon, Salome Otterbourne!”

He disappeared into the curtains, his presenting arm being the last thing to disappear as Salome approached the stage from the other end. The crowd erupted; cheers, claps, whistles. You turned to grab Josephine's wrists, that were wrested in her lap, the two of you looking at each other and exchanging an excited squeal. She was stunning. She stood tall above the silver microphone on its stand, wearing a powdered pink blouse and skirt set, with a hat and a flowered wrist garnish to match. She had on white silk gloves, covering the hands that held the stand, one up high and one down low, close to her lips and she began to sing her rendition of Bessie Smith's Tain't Nobody's Bizness If I Do. There ain't nothing I can do, or nothing I can say That folks don't criticize me But I'm goin' to do just as I want to anyway And don't care if they all despise me If i should take a notion To jump into the ocean 'Tain't nobody's business if I do, do, do, do If I go to church on Sunday Sing the shimmy down on Monday Ain't nobody's business if I do, if I do

She sang every word as if she wrote it herself. It was fitting, seeing that Salome was a confident, self-assured woman. You looked around to scan her band. There were two guys on strings. Another on the sax. One on trombone. And to the left of Salome, the pianist. A woman. She was the only other woman on stage besides the main singer, and she was playing for her. It was rare to see female musicians. And not only was she playing piano, but she was singing backup as well. She was gorgeous. She had pretty, cinnamon brown skin, narrow, sparkly eyes, and the prettiest smile you ever saw. She was on the taller side and had a slim but sturdy frame. Her hair was in a pin-curled bob, parted to the side, accentuating her sharp jaw structure. "Who is that?" You semi-whispered to your friend, intrigued. "That's Rosalie Otterbourne." She leaned in and whispered back, eyes still glued to the stage. "Salome's niece, if I'm not mistaken." "Oh." You reply back. The only thing you could say really. She was breath-taking, and seemingly just as talented as her aunt. As the song continues, she briefly averts her attention the crowd and her eyes are met with yours. Stopping and holding her gaze for a second, fingers still tap dancing with the instruments keys, she slightly tilts her head and flashes you a smile. You felt your heart begin to take on an unfamiliar arrangement of beats. Taken aback, you sheepishly smiled back, shakily lifting up your hand to give a small wave. She acknowledges it before returning her attention to her piano and back at Mrs Salome as they join in on the next verse. If my friend ain't got no money And I say, "Take all mine, honey" 'Tain't nobody's business if I do, do , do do If I give him my last nickel And it lives me in a pickle 'Tain't nobody's business if I do, If I do

“Holy shit, Y/N/N,” Josephine tugs at your side. “I think she just smiled at you.”

Okay so she saw that too. Surely it wasn’t for me directly. She was being courteous to her audience.

As the song came to an end, the crowd erupted once again.

“How y’all doing tonight New York? Y’all good?” She asks scanning out to the crowd. When answered by more cheers and whistles, she continued. “Alright, that’s what Salome Otterbourne like ta hear!”

“Tonight is a very special night for me. I’m back home and I have to say you all make me feel so welcomed.” She says with a sassy smile. She proceeds to introduces all the members of her band, leaving her for the end.

“And last but certainly not least, on the piano and back ground vocals, my lovely niece, manager, brain and backbone, Miss Rosalie Otterbourne!” She stands tall and blows a few two-handed kisses out across the room and seals her welcome acceptance with a big warm smile. For whatever reason, in the moment, it felt as if time stood still.

Time progressed as Salome and her band finished out their set. You were sad to see it end so soon. It was such a beautiful arrangement of music. People began to scatter; some leaving, some going to the bar, some going to dance. Some even went to ask for autographs and things of that nature. After awhile the chaos began to subside, and there Salome and her team was, alone, packing their things. You wondered if it was your time to approach. Even if she didn’t get to hear you sing, at least you could express to her how much her music quite literally saved you. As all these different thoughts browsed through your brain, your best friend, Josephine, took a page out of its catalog, as she often did, turning to say,

“Look there go Salome and them, finally by themselves. You should go say something!" She exclaimed, mid-chew of her olive that previously rested in the middle of her martini glass. You began to get sheepish. You had thought the same, but you now you were unsure. "Say what, Jose?" She turned to face you completely. "I don't know, but make your existence known. Tell her you sing or something!" "Yeah," you scoffed. "And embarrass myself?"

"Now, don't start that mess," She began, ready to get you together, as she often did. Not to mention she was the only one who could besides your grandpa. "You and I both know you're just as talented as anybody on that stage. And we always both know that you aren't shy." She was right. Being nervous about meeting an idol was regular, but you had prepared yourself for this moment over a million times. But you weren't sure why this specific time had you tucking your tail. "Besides," she continued. "Maybe you could introduce yourself to that pretty gal, Rosalie." She flashed you a smirk. Your eyes grew so wide they almost popped out of their sockets. Josephine could read you like a book. You never discussed or confessed aloud of your feelings toward other women. Not because you were ashamed, but you felt much like the song; ain't nobody business if I do. You choked out a breathy, nervous chuckle before you could began to speak. "Wha--" "Oh, save it. Now go!" She gave you a small but hefty push towards the direction of the stage. You stumbled forward, looking back to grill your best friend before straightening out your dress, dusting yourself off, and taking a deep breath. With that, you took all the confidence you did in that moment and used to it fuel your feet's motion toward the front of the stage. You'd been up there for all of maybe ten seconds before you were spotted. Her loud and heavy laugh drifting from off the end of her last sentence to her bandmate, she turned around from her kneeled position and gave you a small smile. "Hey Sugar. Can I help you?" "Oh n-no Miss Otterbourne I jus--" she shook her head and cut you off mid-sentence. "Please, child, Salome is just fine." You half-smiled at her correction. "Well, Salome. You were phenomenal tonight. Your voice and your arrangements are just what jazz has been missing." You say to her sincerely, hand in hand. "Aren't you sweet," She chuckles at your sincerity. "Well thank you, Sugar. I've worked hard for my sound. You know what they say, you want something done right --" "Do it yourself." You both say simultaneously and you laugh. "I'm with you on that one." You were pleasantly surprised how down to earth she was. "This is exactly why I'm in charge of keeping things together. Auntie where'd Ernie put that cas--" Rosalie came out from behind the stage, stopping mid-sentence once she'd seen you. "Who's this?" She points, asking what of your presence as if you weren't standing right there. You mentally laugh at her rudeness, knowing she didn't purposely mean to do it. "I'm Y/N." "She came to tell us how much she liked the show." Salome helped you finish your introduction. "Is that right," She asks rhetorically, raising her eyebrows, intrigued. "What part striked you the most?" You felt a wave of vibrations flow through your abdomen, immediately thinking of the glance the two of you shared in the midst of the performance. "W-well, I really enjoyed your rendition of T'aint nobody's business. I could relate on personal levels, but I felt that you could too. Especially that bridge. Salome, your vibrato is unreal. And with your tone, Rosalie, it blended perfectly." The singer and her accomplice looked at you with impressed eyes. "Well, well. That's some very specific terminology, Miss Y/N. Are we speaking to a fellow musician?" Rosalie asks, eager to hear your response. "Yes. A singer." You chose the confident route. You wanted to continue their interest. "Really?" Salome says matter-of-factly. "Well let us hear something, sugar!" You were having a hard time grasping that this was reality. You lived in the R.E.M part of your brain, playing out the different scenarios that would lead you to an interaction like this, but you never thought it'd be so soon. "You sure?" You ask honestly. "I know you're a busy woman." "Nonsense. Salome leave when Salome gets good and ready." She reassures you, speaking about herself in the third person once again.

"And if your voice is as pretty as you are, then we're in for a treat." Rosalie says, tossing a wink in your direction.

You felt a lump in your throat begin to form and hurriedly swallowed to force it to subside. You felt your cheeks began to heat up like a stove. Receiving a compliment was one thing, but receiving one from a woman of Rosalie's stature, successful, pretty, and poised, was another. You tried your hardest not to let it phase you, but you couldn't help but to let a flattered smile creep onto your face.

You briefly turned around to find your best friend across the room, smiling and giving you two thumbs up.

The band's bass player came over to take your hand and help you up the stage steps, directing you to where the mic was, still plugged in and hot.

Rosalie walked over to her piano and removed the cover she had just recently placed.

"Any preferences?" Rosalie asked.

"The Very Thought of You." You answered confidently, knowing how well the song complimented your voice. "Do you know it?"

"Billie Holiday." She says with a smile, proving her knowledge. "Like the back of my hand."

"Let's do it." You say, ready to take advantage of your moment.

Rosalie began fingering through the keys of her piano, playing up the intro of the song. As the melody began to fill up the venue, the people who remained in the building all focused their attention to the stage. You closed your eyes, let in a huge breath of air, and began to sing.

The very thought of you

And I forget to do

Those little ordinary things

That everyone ought to do

I'm living in a kind of daydream

I'm happy as a queen

And foolish though it may seem

To me that's everything

In this moment, it was you and the melodies that filled your ears alone. You sang just as you would if you were home in your room. Your voice was smooth and velvety. It could serenade you to sleep, or it could fill you with emotion. It was soft, two octaves away from breathy. It was easy to be attracted to your voice alone.

The mere idea of you

The longing here for you

You never know how slow the moments go

Till I'm near to you

I see your face in every flower

Your eyes in stars above

It's just the thought of you

The very thought of you, my love

You glanced in Rosalie's direction, secretly searching for a reaction, and was met by a dazed stare and watery eyes. Even outside of her usual, self-assured nature, she was so beautiful. You wondered what thoughts were flying through her pretty head.

You walked over to the piano and sat at the edge, close to Rosalie, and finished out the song beautifully, never breaking eye contact with her.

I see your face in every flower

Your eyes in stars above

It’s just the thought of you

The very thought of you, my love

Rosalie scanned your face with adored eyes as she played out the outro. You held your gaze, adlib-ing out the rest of the song and began to get lost in the pool of her pretty, chocolate brown eyes. The eruption of the crowd before you is the only thing that broke you from the hypnosis she placed you in.

You stood up again in front the crowd, placed your hands on your heart and gave a bow. You were so proud of yourself and simultaneously stunned. They loved you. The crowds reaction just confirmed all those nights you journaled about feeling called to be in the limelight. In the distance you could see Josephine, practically jumping up and down, mouthing “That’s my girl!”

It was a long, loud applause and standing ovation. At this point, people were beginning to get curious about who you were and where you even came from. With that, the cat-calling also began.

“Hold on, where you from, baby?!“ One man shouted.

“Can I take you home?” Another one followed.

You were too starstruck by your own self to be annoyed by men and their ignorance. In fact, it humored you in this moment. Once the crowd begin to subside, Salome ran up to you.

“Well I’ll be damned!” She says, clasping her hands together. “Sista you can blow!”

Nods and sounds of approval were given by the rest of the crew.

“Says you!” You say brightly. “Thank you, Salome. And thank you for allowing me to sing on your stage.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” She says, leaving you with slight confusion. “What does the rest of your weekend look like?”

Cleaning. Possibly babysitting. Absolutely nothing exciting.

“Nothing much, really.”

“Well, I have a couple more stops to make and perform at before we get back on the road. I want you to come perform with me.” She says sincerely.

You were there with a stunned look on your face. You were at a lost of words, and when you finally find them, they come out more blunt than you expected, “Quit playin’.”

The older woman laughed. “Serious as a heart attack, Sugar. Leave your home number with Rosalie, and stay by the phone. We have business to discuss.” She walked off to other side of the stage. You had to conceal your urge to scream your head off.

“Looks like you got yourself a job,” Rosalie began to walk up to you.

“Thanks to you. Where’d you learn to play like that?” you ask genuinely interested.

“Where’d you learn to sing like that? I thought you was just bull-jiving.” You both laugh.

“I’ve been singing since I was a little girl. My mother always put me in the church choir, and I enjoyed it, so I held onto it.”

“Well you definitely got soul.” She exclaimed.

“Thank you.” You say, blushing at her intense focus on you as she spoke.

“So tell me,” She moves closer to you. “Did you mean what you said?”

You tilted your head slightly at her comment. “What did I say?”

“I see your face in every flower, just the mere thought of you, my love” She speaks the lyrics of the song you just sang.

You weren’t expecting that at all, your body slightly trembling underneath the words her forwardness.

“It’s just a song, Miss Rosalie.” You professed, keeping as much ground as you could. “I am a performer, and I performed.”

“Ahh,” She says nodding sarcastically. “A performance, was it? A stunning one, might I add.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her sarcasm and her witt. The girl was indeed charming. And she wasn’t buying that you didn’t feel the tension that was brewing between the two of you.

“Rosie,” Salome called out. “We going on out to the car, when you ready, we can be on our way.”

“You got it,” Rosalie responded.

“Y/N!” Your best friend came running towards you, and you kneeled down towards the edge of the stage. “Girl you killed it! Brought tears to my eyes, I love seeing you in your element girl, you gone be rich!“ She rambles, saying the last part through clenched teeth. She stops and looks up.

“H-Hi Miss Otterbourne. Rosalie. I’m Y/N’s best friend Josephine.” She introduces herself.

“Hello darling,” Salome smiles. Rosalie waves.

“Well, girl,” she was now whispering. “I gotta go, my man is outside waiting for me, but call me when you get home and tell me EVERYTHING.”

You erupted in laughter. Josephine loved her some him.

“You so crazy. Enjoy yourself, and get home safe.” You say back, momentarily reaching for your best friends hand and squeezing it caringly.

“I will girl!” She runs off and out of the venue.

“Well, Miss Y/N,” Rosalie turns to you. “Where do you live? We could drop you off home.”

“Oh that won’t be necessary,” You assured her. “I live right up the street.”

Rosalie paused for a minute. “Come with me,” she grabbed your hand and the two of you scurried out through the exit backstage.

The warm outside breeze grazed your skin as the two of you began to walk semi-dark, summer streets. It wasn’t freezing, but it was a slight bitter chill that left you feeling more on the cold side.

“Here,” She took off her black, furry jacket and placed it around your arms. “It looks better on you anyway.” You gave a toothless smile at her comment.

“Did you actually enjoy my performance tonight?” You ask, somewhat serious.

“Did I?” She scoffs as if you said the most outrageous thing. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

You look down in nervousness. “You’re not so bad yourself. I mean I always knew she had other talented people in her circle but you,” You paused. “You have such a melodic voice. I enjoyed it very much.”

“Well thank you. Much like you, I keep my accolades undercover. It’s like a pleasant surprise. You think you know me and then— boom.” She illustrates her sentence, flicking her hands open, emulating fireworks.

“Well I don’t know how surprised I’d be considering how confident you are,” You say with an instance. “People like that always have something going on.”

“It takes one to know one, right?” She looks at you through low lids, her figure standing a few inches taller than you. For a while it’s silent. Suddenly, you blurt out something you’d only ever think of to yourself.

“Rosalie have you ever loved a woman?” You ask, almost regretting it, but still wanting to know her thoughts. She furrowed her eyebrows in interest, waiting for you to finish instead of answering right away.

“In the way.. you ain’t ‘supposed’ to love a woman?” you continued emphasizing the quotes, finishing your thought.

She sighed in relief. You sensed that you possibly could’ve opened a safe place for her to speak.

“I have loved women since I learned to walk and talk. My aunt and my band family are the only ones who know. They’d say, ‘Ole Rosalie couldn’t catch a man if she put a bra in a net!’ But they knew I didn’t want to. They ain’t give me no trouble. But everybody story ain’t like mine.” She opens up to you and you look at her with soft eyes.

“What about you?” She then turns to you, returning the question. “I’m guessing you have.”

“Nobody knows about me. Nobody but my bestfriend Josephine. I’ve never even been in love before. Not with a man either. But tonight, standing next to you I- I don’t know. I felt kinda like a school girl.”

Rosalie begins to laugh at your confession. She thought it was sweet. Secretly, she felt the same.

“Oh, stop it, It ain’t funny!” You say defensively, tapping her shoulder, but she continues to laugh. And you continue to fall. Before you could pull your hand back, she grabs it, and pulls you into her. The two of you stop walking momentarily, and it’s you, her, and this lonely street. She places a hand on your waist, the other still holding your hand, and comes close enough to your face to separate the two of you with a single piece of paper.

“Dance with me,” She breathes into you.

“But we ain’t got no music,” You say back, smiling foolishly at her impulses.

“Yes we do.” She begins to hum The Very Thought of You, and the two of you sway side to side, your feet moving in a circle around each other. You begin to him with her, the two of you harmonizing on every chorus. In this moment time stood still. An overwhelming feeling of adoration and excitement washed over you. You felt like the only girl in the world. She had a way of building on your romantic tension, all while making you feel like you gained another best friend. It was the perfect night, and you never wanted it to end.

The two of you stop your tango, and she pulls you in, kissing you ever so slowly and passionately. You felt yourself melt into her, the heat of your bodies keeping each other warm. You finally pull back and share a long gaze, her arms still holding you. Your moment was interrupting by a loud honk from a car coming around the corner.

BEEP BEEP.

“You two ready?” Salome smiled, hanging out the passenger window. “Get in!”

Rosalie led you to the back seat, her getting in first and you following, closing the door behind you.

“What’s your address, sugar?” Salome asked. You gave it to her, and off you all were.

“Oh,” Rosalie began, “Before I forget,” She grabs a pad and a pen from underneath the seat to give you. “Can’t leave without your number.”

You smile and take the materials from her hand.

555-8269 Y/N. You wrote in its red ink, drawing a small heart next to it, and kissing the paper, leaving the mark of your now halfway glossed lips. You folded it up and handed to her, and she delicately placed it in her purse. She slid her hand over top of yours, which now rested on your knee, and interlocked your fingers.

“I’ll be expecting you,” You say softly.

“First thing tomorrow morning.” She affirms to you, holding her intense gaze. She lifts up your hand and places a soft, gentle kiss on the back of it.

Before you knew it, you were pulling up in front of your house.

“Thank you again, Salome. I had a wonderful time.” You express, full of gratitude.

“Don’t mention it, doll. I’ve had a great night myself. Now make sure you stay by the phone, hear? You gone be a star. And I’m gone make sure of it.” She says, turning around to face you from her passenger.

“And I think my Rosalie is very fond of you.” She looks at her niece with a proud and accepting smile. Rosalie gives one back.

“Yes ma’am.” You say, blushing of slight embarrassment but also appreciation. You step out the car and walk up your concrete steps.

“Y/N,” Rosalie says out the window. You turn around.

“Yes?”

“Goodnight.” She says, holding onto every moment she has left of this night with you.

“Goodnight, Rosalie,” You say sweetly, but teasingly.

You walked into your home and crept up to your room, careful not to wake anyone up. You run up to look outside your window and watched as the car drove off. You couldn’t believe this was your life. But you were glad that it was.

All night your head spinned, accompanied by thoughts of you and Rosalie. The instant chemistry between the two of you left you in such a fuzzy state. It was the beginning of something new. It felt warm and welcoming— like a warm fudge brownie with cold ice cream on top. The contrast was clear.. but together, you went so well.

#mrsprettywright #rosalie otterbourne #rosalie x black reader #black sapphic #lesbian #harlem nights

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promptful · 2 years

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Could you do a list of prompts where it's enemies to lovers but only one of them hates the other? Thank you so much!

Enemies to Lover Prompts, but Only One of Them Hates the Other

Hi there! Thank you for requesting, here you go!

WARNINGS: Hospital mention!

SCENARIOS

1) Sometimes I wonder why my boss assigns me to you of all people and—why are you blushing?

2) Small car? Fine. Small car with you, and you now hate my guts even more now? Not so fine. Small car with you, hating my guts, and you’re wearing that suit/button-down/dress and looking absolutely amazing? Really good, but really, really bad.

3) I hate you, but you’re bleeding after a mission/an accident and I don’t know what to do but sit here. You want me to hold your hand, and I know I shouldn’t feel this way seeing you so vulnerable.

4) There’s nobody to check you into the hospital, and they won’t let me back there unless I’m related. Congrats, I’m your wife/husband/spouse now. Ready for a shotgun marriage?

5) I’ve always thought you’ve hated me as I’ve hated you. Whenever there was a meeting, you’d do nothing but stare at me, but now that we’re alone in the break room/office/building, I don’t think you hate me as much as I thought.

6) I may not like you, but I’d hate you getting caught by the police even more. Here, hide with me.

7) How, after two years of us being in the same office, I now only figured out that you apparently have a crush on me? And the office knew? I thought you hated me.

8) Group projects aren’t fun, but group projects with you are even worse. Gotta make sure I clean my room, and make sure there’s snacks, oh, and make sure that my mom doesn’t come in the room and—wait… why am I putting so much effort in?

9) I know that when I took this job, I said I’d do anything to get to the truth. But a fake marriage between you and I? Not happening. (It happens anyway.)

10) I saw a crumpled up letter sitting on my desk, and all of our coworkers were snickering about it. It was a note confessing your love for me, obviously trashed. You never hated me?

11) We’re about to be caught, and you pull me into a closet/cupboard/dumpster/alleyway, and now you’re really close. Lord, help me.

12) I got a piece of paperwork that I can’t do alone, so I took it up to your office. Entering your space was a one-time thing, but when did it become a habit to stop here every other day with coffee, then?

13) Our boss is planning on firing both of us if we can’t get along—and he/she even went as far as to threaten a get-along shirt. Come on, let’s go bowling/watch a movie/to the arcade or something… why am I so warm?

14) I never thought that out of this whole room, you’d be the one to advocate for me.

15) I overheard your secretary ordering you coffee, and being the best employee that you have, I got you a second one in the afternoon. You return the favor, and maybe you’re not such a bad boss.

16) You’re babysitting my daughter/son. I hate you, but you do a good job. You hate me, but I tip you well. What happens when my kid locks us into a damned closet after you finish up work, and you start blushing?

17) I am trying not to cry at the fact that my ice cream dropped on the pavement. It’s already been a rough day, okay? But then you, my boss, who should be back at their office and definitely not here, buys me a new one. Who are you, and what did you do to my boss?

18) I called yesterday to not come in today. I don’t want to deal with you, or anyone else for that matter. But then you’re here with groceries and ice cream… thanks.

19) That’s my dog... who likes your dog? Even though you’re my annoying neighbor that blasts music at two in the morning, maybe we can get along. For the sake of our pets, of course. And not because you’re—

20) TURN DOWN YOUR MUSIC. DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME, AND—that’s some tight sleepwear/you’re not wearing a shirt—and… I… uh…

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dragonairice · 2 months

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LOWKEY BEEN INSPIRED BY @not-sure-what-im-feeling s AWESOME OCS AND LORE (Go check them out)

And it inspired me to talk about MY ocs :D

I mention in passing that I am in fact writing a novel, but I try to avoid saying too much to prevent spoilers buuuuut I think I can keep it vague enough while still rambling <3

The novel (technically a novella) is called 'The Shadow Walker' and here's a draft of a blurb:

With no friends, an absent mom, an abusive dad, and a shadow that inexplicably went missing; Nicholas Walker is convinced his life couldn’t possibly get any worse. But everything changes when he meets something (or someone) who may or may not want him dead.

(Not the best but again it;s a draft)

ANYWAY THIS IS MY BOY NICHOLAS

He's 12 years old and a selective mute and my scrungliest little blorbo who experiences the horrors™. He doesn't have any friends, is neglected by his parents, and all in all has a bad time before the book starts :(

The only source of healthy food in the house (he borrows money from his dad and goes to the store alone) but is severely malnourished from eating nothing more than reheated takeout his dad left in the fridge. Nick doesn't talk verbally unless it's to his dad (out of necessity) and otherwise converses in ASL (which I'm learning for this book <3). Loves pretty buildings and stargazing, has a dream of visiting things like Notre Dame and the colloseum some day and is fascinated by architecture. I just realised that this kid would adore Minecraft but anyway after things get better for him he's given Lego models of like the eiffel tower and he loves them :)

Gonna stop before I spend the entire post talking about my boy and move onto

HIS MOMM

You know that thing that's like, "Not a bad person, just a bad parent"? Yeah. That's her. She ran away from her abusive boyfriend and left Nick behind out of fear, since she didn't know if she could survive by herself, much less with a child in tow. She ends up leaving with her best friend and they travel around the world a lot for their job. They're a musician who plays back up for bands in different places and Rachel ends up learning to play some stuff too after watching them for so long. The two end up dating at some point and they've been together ever since. Rachel still sends Nicholas a postcard every time she travels to a new place, but she doesn't have the courage to actually see him in person yet. Also fun fact. She's descended from a woman who was killed for being a 'witch' during the salem trials. This is relevant to the story :3

Do I have to talk about his dad??? Ughhhhh fine

This is Gregory Walker. I hate him. bye.

Not but fr, he's a terrible father. Works at a convenience store and his co-workers fear him. Lives off of take-out and instant ramen, never checks on his son. Spends all his money gambling and buying alchohol. Literally would not notice if he missed an entire month of his life (*cough* foreshadowing *cough*)

ANYWAY ONTO TWO OF MY FAVOURITES

LEXI AND CHELSEAAA

Lexi is a single mom who grew up kinda spoiled and is still figuring out how to raise a kid. Her parents are kinda helpful about it but also she doesn't want to raise Chelsea how she was raised so hgjhrj. Chelsea was orignally planned to be autistic since this entire book is a transparent cover for neurodivergent rep but the version of her in my head is so very ADHD instead. They only show up near the end of the book so I'm still experimenting with them a bit but Lexi is a huge book worm and Chelsea loves unicorns, like, I mean in the 'mythology is cool way' not the 'stereotypical girl behaviour' way. She does love pink things and sparkles though

THERE IS ANOTHER CHARACTER BUT THEY'RE A SPOILERRRR BUT I WILL JUST SAY THEY ARE NOT HUMAN AND ALSO WHAT THE TITLE OF THE BOOK IS TALKING ABOUT

(It's a sentient shadow, that's- do you get the pun in the name- there's three references in it-)

#The Shadow Walker #DragonairIce Rambles #The book's about halfway done now which is SO NEAT <333

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thisisthinprivilege · 6 months

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I've been getting a lot of negative hate about my body size.

Firstly with my family:

My brother constantly reminds me of how if I want a boy to like me I should get off my "lazy" butt and work out or I will always be single. I've called him out and told him how this severely damages my self-esteem, but he just says "Don't take it to heart, I'm only trying to help you." I would understand this if I were unhealthy, but I am not- I am healthy, but now he just won't listen to me and still continues to call me out on my weight!

My father once took me out shopping to Forever 21' and even though they had my size in everything, he loudly in front of a large group of people said "Maybe we should go to a store that actually has clothes for fat people." I was so embarrassed and I still am even though it happened June 2013.

My mother is very loving and is always calling me beautiful. She recently told me that I could be a super model IF I weren't so fat and I told my friends how this hurts my feelings, but they simply said I'm just trying to find reasons to feel more self-conscious and if I were actually hurt with what people told me I would have lost weight ages ago.

Secondly with my friends:

I have three really close friends which all of them are very thin or average and I've heard them repeatedly say "I feel fat!" Or "I am so fat, I look so gross." I don't know if they realized they say this around me a lot because they always seems to ask for my opinion on if they look fat or not and it just makes me feel so bad because they obviously think being fat is bad so do they think I look gross?

My brother's best friend recently told me that the only option I have is to be a stay at home mom because I'm too fat to do anything else except for that option and I asked him why he thinks this and he sayed "because only skinny girls are successful unless they are funny but you aren't!"

Thirdly: I recently got a lot of self-confidence and decided to go shopping for clothing, I picked out a bikini for fun since they were some out already and tried it on, showing my sister what it looks like. Anyways an old lady was in there and she was giving me disgusting looks and even told me "Young lady you should be ashamed of yourself, walking around in a bikini meant for skinny people with your stretch marks showing. You disgust me." (Some thing along the line of that, maybe even a bit more harsh.) And it left me so low in self esteem that I didn't even buy it.

Lastly: I went to dinner and the waitor kept asking me if I'm sure I want to eat this since its high in calories, I said "of course" especially since I hadn't eaten all day, but he didn't know this and even if I hadn't eaten all day I don't think he should have pestered me and he continued after I said this even going through the menu and pointing out healthier plates. I felt so disgraced, I couldn't eat my food and left immediately.

I'm sorry for writing so much, but all of this has been making me so sad lately that everything I've worked at to make me feel beautiful has been thrown away. I know not to let what people do and say get to me, but it has effected me deeply. Thank you for letting me vent.

#health #fat discrimination #dating #clothes #shopping #parents #family #eating while fat #food #weight loss #school #submission

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caitlynmeow · 20 days

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May I request some hcs or facts about Bela and Daniela as aunties, or Mama Cassie or anything related to the grandbabies really ? They always manage to melt my heart.

Have a wonderful day !

Of course anon!

Cassandra loves being a mom! I mean, it goes without saying, since she chose to have children so she's all ready to love the little ones and all of that.

Normally, she doesn't really have any commitments or work. She does fill in for Bela when she can't be in some places. And at times, she has to travel with either Alcina or Miranda for business but that is only when it needs to happen. Her typical work day starts at around eleven in the noon, and it usually ends 3 to 4 hours later because girlie cannot handle working for longer than that.

Becoming a mother didn't change much, she still has her schedule and things to get to, but now she has little tots around. Normally, nannies handle the babies, and once they're cleaned and fed, Cassandra spends the rest of the day with them.

She's very loving and protective, like, she's territorial and possessive and this applies to her children. She isn't above doing anything to ensure their safety and everyone who knows her knows this fact about her.

Before kiddos started school, she spent most days with them at home, or they'd all go to the castle and have fun there because Alcina and Daniela adore the children so much.

Cassandra doesn't care if any of her daughters is very young, she has no problems discussing different topics with them as if they're adults, and as a result, her kiddos are very well-spoken and can talk about many different topics at a young age.

Not only there for deep talks, but Cassandra enjoys doing different things with her children. Shopping, getting their nails done, picking new (picture) books (and later on normal books, she's there for everything.

Despite that, she is prone to worry and must always know her children's whereabouts and who they're with, or else she gets anxious.

When it comes to a lot of things, she lets Wife handle things because she knows she can't. Like any time any of her children is sick, she lets Wife handle it and takes them to the doctor because Cass is just feeling so bad and panicky she doesn't know how to react or what to do.

For school, she loves attending all the different activities her children are involved in (nothing sports-related much to Wife's chagrin) but she loves being there and watching her children shine.

She loves to spoil her children, and yes she has rules but generally, she's just a pushover just like her mom.

Bela and Daniela:

They adore their nieces!

Like, in the Castle, the daughters have their own rooms which they never use because they're usually either sleeping with Alcina or their aunties because sleepovers are fun.

They'd get into Bela's closet and it's not an uncommon sight to see them walking around with her shoes on. Normally, when Daniela does this, Bela gets mad because she doesn't want anyone going through her things and trying them on without asking. But with the kiddos? She's okay with it and she even teaches them how to balance while they're walking in the too big heels they're trying to walk in.

Daniela loves spending time with the kids doing all sorts of things. from being chaotic to reading in the library, she's up for it all. She's also very protective over them, like it's not just fun and games but she's also very wary of any possible dangers and is always keeping an eye on her nieces.

The girls love being around their aunties; when they catch one of them going out they ask if they can come too because it's bound to be fun. Bela and Daniela never say no (unless where they're going isn't suitable for children) and they just bring the kids along. And of course, they always end up buying them treats and the like because yasss let's spoil the kiddos.

While Bela is a stickler for rules and gets snappy at her sisters, her nieces can do a lot worse and she wouldn't bat an eye at them. Just let them do as they please because 'are they hurting anyone?' then no, just let them be.

Bela gets the kiddos the best most over-the-top presents all the time because her nieces are special and they will stand out in every situation.

#omg i love these kinds of questions!#if you have anything specific don't hesitate to ask anon <3 #house dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil village #bela dimitrescu #re8 #alcina dimitrescu #headcanon #asks #mama cassie au

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hazbinhappy · 1 month

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My Hazbin OC - Sunnie :)

I really went in on her background and it is very much subject to change but her look is solidified 🫶🏽 look at the pretty princess (and Velv cameo) i promise my handwringing is good it’s just the pen i used 😭

Here is some of her Hell background! (More like most of it lmao ngl I might just private post headcanons and blurbs of her unless yall wanna see her suffer or have a bit of a fun time)

I need to make it known: I do not condone a single thing Val ever has and will do that man is a bad and deserves to be in Hell. Making this OC a moth was purely based on the fact her and Val represent 2 different things about moths: Val is the symbolic meaning for endings/death and mysteries in night while Sunnie is the literal moth, they are beautiful and cute little creatures! She was going to be an orchid mantis because she was going to originally just be a girl who dated guys and played with their feelings before ghosting them but I liked this route more! But yeah I am not his supporter but I think he’s an interesting character/villain and I want to see him be explored more as long with the other V’s because they need more to their stories! Like Vox and Alastor! More Velvette!! Valentino and Angel backstory??? Anyways my want for more history and every character is for another day! do expect to see her more <3

i think when you wake up in Hell you don't have many memories from your past life (you can start to remember more if you try, but some people don't find any point). when she woke up in Hell she didn't remember much past who her family and friends was and her death

she went to hell for killing a girl who assaulted her friend

she met Velvette while she was trying to find photography work! she saw that Velvette (or at least her assistant) had put out an ad on Voxtagram (is that what it was called?) and immediately applied and sent in her portfolio

she thankfully got hired....but she had to sell her soul which was unfortunate, but hey a job and free housing

after a couple months Velvette mentions how Valentino wants a photoshoot done for Angel Dust

Sunnie vaguely remembers those names in passing and doesn't remember if she's ever seen a photo of them

when she goes to the studio to start taking photos she freezes when she sees Valentino

she knew he'd be Hell of course, he wasn't a good man

but she never thought she'd see her father again

he's talking to her as if she's any assistant until she starts speaking back to him

Angel notices the weird vibes, but he just poses and leaves

Val and Sunnie don't talk, but it's an unspoken thing that no one will nor should know (so not even Vox or Velvette know)

she grew to resent him once he passed so he has this ideal little girl stuck in his mind while she has a father who exposed to a lifestyle she shouldn’t have known

she knows about the hotel and has considered it occasionally because she wonders if her mom is in heaven (she died when she was a little in elementary so when Val died she went to her maternal family)

but she doesn’t because she genuinely cares for Velvette (if Velvette genuinely love for her is up in the air because she owns Sunnie's soul sooooo, but she seems to care about her)

she spends most of her time just taking random photos for Velvette's professional account, but she does have silly photos of other works (even from the other V's)

she tries to avoid Val most of the time, but sometimes it's unavoidable

they don't...really ever have an actual heart to heart about how things are now, but he has reached out and she's never replied unless it's "your late to the shoot" "velvette wants to know what time you're coming"

maybe one day she'll reach out, but it won't be anytime soon cause she hates him so much for the time being

Her Life background!

like i said they're relationship is based off of Marty Hodas and his daughter's relationship! She always seems kind of put off of growing up in that sexual environment and just didn't like it and Marty Hodas was considered like the King of Peep Shows/Porn

i like to think Val only had her as his kid and she was his little princess and he took her everywhere and didn't care as long as she wasn’t directly involved

Anice did stay away from that as she grew up, it became easier when Val died (apparently in the 70s) when she was 13 because she lived with her maternal family who weren’t involved with that

she did have a nice friend group! speaking of friend group they were drunk driving and all 5 of them (2 guys, 2 girls, and her) died in a multiple car wreck in 1985 (yes they stayed friends in Hell!)

she was going to college to be a photographer!

she wasn't necessarily a doormat, but she didn't often speak up about how she feels about things

I know I said she didn’t like her dad once she realized what he did and what she grew up around but she kept validating what he did by saying he was a single dad and had to take care of her and not leave her at home

so in a sense she idolized him, but in a parental way

adolescent psych doing me some good

to expand on the murder thing: her guy best friend (he’s not like a small dude either he’s big) was about to be in a not good situation so anice stabbed the girl. Was she happy about it? No, she felt like a monster. But her and friend stayed friends and covered it up. It was traumatic and it was a secret only for them to carry to their graves. She still hasn’t told anyone and won’t.

she really loves strawberry shortcake and care bears without shame and was a collector of them (she did sob when she realized she wouldn't have any of them when she died)

God I wrote a lot and drew a lot over the past 3 days so I’ll leave it here idk if I’ll revise her and change things up but a 100% is that her mom is in heaven because her mom ACTIVELY stayed away from that part of Val’s life. They only married to avoid people gossiping otherwise they weren’t together in the slightest.

ummmm YEAH so that's Sunnie/Anice and i love her

#hh art #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin oc #god i love her ask more about her please #idk why at 12am I’m just noticing this but yeah I see that in the bottom left that she’s a diff shade of pink but I’m not gonna fix that #idk maybe I’m tweaking but I don’t think I am….#HAHA I KEPT MY PROMISE I DID MATCHUPS REQUEST AND FINISHED HER #not even an hour later I think it looks bad (tbh I hate lining so I didn’t try on the second photo 😭)#my art #sunnie

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poured-my-past-down-the-drain · 19 days

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what was your day like when you were younger (like when you, Wil, Techno, and Phil all lived together, with Schlatt as your neighbor and all that)??? :3

It would depend on the day!!! A lot of the time the Twins and Schlatt went to school :] Tubbo, too, but he went to a much Younger school. I was a very very sick kid so I had to stay home a lot. It would be just me and Phil — sometimes Mom, if she was able to visit, but being Death gets busy :(

So Phil would usually make me some kind of soup!! BIG big batches so the older kids could have some too when they got home :) he’d make me some soup and watch a movie or two with me, then go off to do job-activity like. Idk paperwork or killing people. Whatever an Angel of Death does for a living. I never really asked :\

When the older kids would get home, Wilbur would get CLINGY, obviously 🙄🙄🙄 smooch all over my face and whine or whatever like a loser. It was very cruel that he rarely ever got sick after doing that.

Schlatt would go pick up Tubbo, and I’d get my Sick Man Setup moved to the living room. If Phil was home by then he’d get fussy until the twins and the Underscores would eat, so they usually got a bowl of soup or some sandwiches.

Then we’d play games 😊😊😊 it’s some pretty good memories I have, even if they’re a little fuzzy. Sometimes it would be video-games on the tv — Schlatt and Techno especially would get competitive with those. Wilbur preferred board games and was especially good at monopoly. If I wasn’t sick, we’d go out in the back yard and play out there instead for a few hours.

I liked when we’d play card games most, though :) board games were very fun, but me and Tubbo liked cards the most. Especially because we learned how to cheat and only Techno would catch on 🤭 but he thought it was funny so he’d stay quiet.

Techno usually got put on dish-work while Wilbur took me back to bed once things got dark outside. Sometimes she’d stay in for an extra half hour or something and just snuggle up until I fell asleep, or I’d show her my Animal Crossing town.

If Schlatt was going to stay longer, Tubbo would come take a nap with me, too :) so that was always fun. Looking back he probably was doing some bullshit bad habit with Wilbur or getting competitive with Techno again, and not wanting to leave on a loss. But I’m not really sure.

Phil would come to tuck us in and kiss us goodnight, even if Tubbo or I had fallen asleep earlier before hand. So that was nice. He’d leave a crow in case we needed anything, but it would usually get tired and snuggle up, too. Unless it was Brian. Brian would not snuggle 🙄🙄

If I was well enough the next day, I’d go with Tubbo to school :) but otherwise, I’d just repeat it the next day. Watch movies, eat soup, play games, and fuck around in Animal Crossing while I rotted. When I eventually got better around middle school age, it was… harder, since my school skills were pretty behind :( but in my defense. I was constantly sick!!!!

#dsmp tommy #rp blog #THEYRE SO SPECIAL TO ME #mentions tubbo #mentions wilbur #mentions techno #mentions phil #mentions schlatt #domesticity…

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priyemma · 5 months

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yesterday was a very rough day for me. I was very anxious which caused me a lot of stomach pain and headache. Kept walking back and forth hoping and praying that when the episodes drop I won't see what I ended up seeing. I could barely sleep the night before it either. Then I saw the google drive link for the episode on twitter, downloaded it and skipped straight to the end just to see who goes home, hoping that all that constant pain and fighting wasn't for nothing. Turns out they were all for nothing. I made a comment about it on reddit then I just cried my eyes out. All for nothing, yet another lose and proof that I have no luck, that nothing in my life ever wants to work out the way I want. I cried, then my chest hurt so much that my mom had to take me to the hospital. I am fine and can think and talk properly now, however i have no desire for anything anymore. Absolutely nothing. And whenever I think about what happened I just feel bad. I was able to watch episode 4 in full a few hours ago and was completely let down by how they wrote them. It was so awful. I was able to stomach how Emma went home last season but here? This ain't it. I haven't felt this bad watching a total drama episode in my life and I have 0 desire to continue watching it, and as someone who constantly defended the show this really hurts more than it should. I feel like I got stabbed. Priyemma haters won, I lost. Congrats to everyone who wanted her to go early, you won, she's not gonna compete ever again. I bet all of them are celebrating right now, good for them.

So this leads me to my goodbye. Everyone i know told me to leave everything about this show behind for my own well beng. And that's what I'm going to do. Thank you to everyone who liked me, and to those who didn't, I am sorry. I had some fun times here and I'm happy I was able to make some people laugh either with my yuri jokes, my fanarts or with my love for Priyemma, which yes, is genuine, I do genuinely have an obsession with them even if they’re not real, even if their relationship is a piece of shit, it’s my piece of shit. i'm gonna keep this account up for a few more hours then I will delete it for good unless the mods will be faster than me and delete this thread before it for being too off topic. No more coming back unless maybe some miracle happens and I find out that either them or another ship I really love will compete in another season. But i'm not gonna be that lucky because this whole thing proved that I never will be, no matter how much I beg for it. Why remain here when I'm not interested in any of the future episodes and the show will likely end for good after it, if not forever then definitely for a couple of years. No point in staying here. Goodbye and as Emma once said, have a good life./c

#copypasta #td spoilers #priyemma #original post #total drama #total drama 2023 #td emma #td priya #total drama reboot #total drama island #sort text

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yawnjunn · 2 years

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dad! TXT with pregnant s/o (+ how they talk to your baby bump)

☆ im having baby fevers lmao anyways enjoyyy

╰┈➤ txt x female!reader

╰┈➤ warnings: hmmm none i think just pure fluffs

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yeonjun:

•he kisses your belly every day, every night. before bed, before going to work etc.

•he has this habit of giving your belly a soft pat before talking since apparently he said he didnt want to startle the baby

•touches your belly to feel a kick while he talks :((

•"hello my baby, its your appa here, i'm going to work now okay? be good to omma....I cannot wait to hold you in my arms, the world might be toxic out here but i promise that me and your omma will protect you always"

•and ofc, theres always gonna be his night talk with your baby

•usually, he will talk to your baby AFTER he showers cause he doesnt want to 'smell bad' when talking to his unborn child 😭

•usually, he talks to your baby whenever youre asleep since you fall asleep quickly

•"baby...your omma didnt get enough sleep last night cause you kicked alot. i had to stay up with her the whole night you know, i didnt want her to stay up all night, alone.... let omma sleep peacefully now okay?"

•gives YOU and the baby (inside your stomach) a kiss before bed

soobin:

•soobin is very very careful with his words cause he might slip out some curse words 😭

•feels nervous whenever hes touching your belly to feel a kick, hes scared the kick might hurt you :(

•literally RANTS to your baby as if they are his little bestfriends HAHAHA

•"today appa had some work, i did some dancing and singing on stage, we played games too at an interview it was so fun!! all of the members are very hyper today especially beomgyu... baby, if youre already born, i will introduce you to all of appa's friends okay? youre gonna meet yeonjun hyung, beomgyu, taehyun and hueningie!! OH! huening! he has so many plushies and he even said he will give you one as a gift, do you want one, baby?"

•then proceeds to touch your belly to feel a kick as a response

•if he feels a kick, "is that a yes?? aww baby youre not even born yet and you already know how to communicate, im so proud of you"

•"i hope you get my height cause your omma is...well, shes short she couldnt even reach a jar on the shelf"

•he always says that^^, in which you return with a glare

•"i definitely hope you dont get your omma's anger issue" he teased

beomgyu:

•literally the opposite of soobin

•would ACCIDENTALLY cuss around you while he plays game

•you'd always reply with a " beomgyu-ah!! dont cuss please, the baby will hear you"

•and he'd be like "OHH OH im so sorry"

•then kneels down to the height of your belly, and then be like "baby..dont ever ever say that word, its a very bad word okay? youre not allowed to say it unless youre 20 and above"

•"i hope you get my good looks, im not saying that your omma is ugly, shes beautiful....but like..im called a visual for a reason"

•once he said that^^ he'd receive a pinch on one of his ear from you

•"ow ow ok im sorry" he whined then he'd complain it to your baby 😭

•"baby, look at omma, shes so mean"

•literally asks you 24/7 when the baby is due

•"y/n, is the baby coming out tomorrow?" "when is your due again?" "what if the baby comes out tonight?"

•would try your weird cravings just for fun

•"why do you eat mangoes with peanut butter its disgusting" but then again hes curious about the taste so he tries one

taehyun:

•buys whatever youre craving for (aka what the baby is craving for)

•he'd ask the baby, "baby...omma ate some apple dipped in cheese sauce just now, which i think is weird...but omma said its not her cravings but yours. why are your cravings always the weird ones, baby?"

•calls his mom 24/7 to ask what he should cook to keep you healthy

•then he goes to his baby, "hello baby, i made you and your omma some rice and soup, even though shes not craving for it but hey, its your halmoni's(grandmother's) recipe, i hope you like it!!, its for your own good anyways"

•sings lullaby every night for your baby :((

•"goodnight baby, hope you sleep well. make sure not to kick your omma's belly too hard, she needs rest aswell"

•then proceeds to kiss your belly :(

hueningkai:

•GIVES BELLY RUBS EVERYDAY AND EVERYNIGHT

•talks to the baby with the softest tone ever

•reads bedtime story for his unborn child :((

•"hi baby!! i hope youre doing well in there, ive been taking care of omma and you and i even bought a new plushie for you!!"

•i feel like he'd learn how to crochet just to make a hat 😭

•"hi little baby, appa made a frog hat, i crocheted myself, when youre born, i'll put this on you and take lots of pics of you"

•gets excited when he feels a kick in your belly

•"does that mean they can hear me talking?? omg hi baby!!"

•lists ALL the things he'd want to do with his baby

•"if the baby is born, i want to bring them to a theme park, ride a ferris wheel and maybe give them cotton candy"

•he never forgets his sisters when talking to the baby, "psst baby, when youre already born, youre gonna meet your aunts, lea and hiyyih, theyre super super fun to be with!! but please, dont be with them 24/7 cause you might abandon me and live with one of them instead"

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fruitycatnoir · 2 years

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i should be doing my math homework but it’s stressing me out so i’m doing this instead

part 3 of why chase davenport deserved better. buckle up

adam. oh my lord i’m sorry but adam makes my blood boil. he’s always torturing him physically. he’s much MUCH stronger than him so he throws him across the room, punches him, and there was a whole episode where adam was using chase to work out. what’s the reason? y’all are brothers so it’s fine if you torture him? no. leave him alone. god i just

i love the ‘friends on the other side’ trend on tiktok about both sides of a person, the second being the villain side. i saw a couple about chase and omg i loved them. they were the episodes showing chase just wanting to be recognized and appreciated, then him in the avalanche episode (i still have to make mine for my instagram account.) chase had every reason to have a villain arc as he is treated so badly. yes he’s been a jerk sometimes. yes he does some things that are unnecessary but people treat him way worse than he does to others.

he and will byers are characters that i physically want to hug for hours because i feel so bad for them. my mom and i were watching lab rats and she went “they’re not very nice to [chase],” and i said “yes, no one treats him nicely.”

why is it so unbelievable and impossible for chase to have a girl interested in him or have a girlfriend? sabrina liked chase and adam ruined their study date by bringing spike out because he was jealous, and mr. davenport shook her hand to make sure she was real. is it shocking for him to have a girl over? and then when s1, i think her was, said “your brothers kinda cute” and told bree she was talking about chase, bree asked “chase? what did krane do to your brain?” like it’s so disgusting to like chase, and going backwards, in the robot fight club episode, when caitlin was chasing him because she had a creepy crush on him, bree said “he finally got a girl to pay attention to him.” however, bree did redeem herself in the attack episode with the iconic “no one messes with my brother” scene. however, adam has never been supportive, mr. davenport hasn’t really been supportive, and leo just didn’t care.

god chase can’t get a break. he wanted to hang out with his sister in the death spiral smack down episode and she lied to him to she could hang out with her friends. i don’t believe in lying unless you’re protecting someone, so i think bree should have just told him she wanted to hang out with her girlfriends that day. “i didn’t want to hurt your feelings” she said, which i get, but i think it hurts chase more when you lie to him. chase literally doesn’t have any friends until season 4 basically, and even those friends turn on him (i’ll get to that in a second). his best friends are his family (basically leo and bree), poor thing. in season 3, we see him and sabrina be friends for one episode and as i stated earlier, adam ruined it. in season 4, he became friends with sebastian (im not a sebase fan btw), and quickly best friends. little did he know that seb would soon be going to war with them essentially and trying to get revenge for killing his father, even though it was the right thing to do. that broke chases heart. he just wanted a best friend and seb and him were getting along so well. he and spin COULD have been friends, but honestly i think they’re so alike that they would hate each other. and chase could’ve been friends with each other if they had more screen time together. but even in elite force, he finally made some friends, but they still make fun of him. i’ll elaborate more on this later.

that goddamn list. y’all remember the list a.j. made ranking them based on their powers/abilities and how chase was number 5? BOYYY, he should’ve been at number 1 or number 2. let’s review his abilities, shall we?: super intelligence and super senses, force field, force field ball, magnetism app, override app, internal hard drive (and a whole database), fingerprint recognition app, molecular kinesis, levitation, laser bow, and though this is a glitch, commando app. plus, dude can FIGHT. how the hell does that deserve the last spot on the list? chases abilities are SO COOL SO IM LIKE???

he finally got some friends in elite force, even a best friend in kaz. they got along so well and they really were best friends with each other. and maybe kaz’s love language is making fun of chase because he too does that, but i think it’s light hearted. however, oliver, skylar, and bree picking on him isn’t light hearted. i don’t remember the episode but bree said chase is like an old lady (god he’s not that bad), and in another, oliver said it’s amusing when chase freaks out. i admit he was overreacting to the situation he was freaking out about, but why is it amusing when someone is freaking out?

principal perry. i don’t need to elaborate.

reese. i love her and hate her. i can’t explain why i love her, i just do. but i hate her because of how she treated chase. she tricked him. she played with his heart. again, i just want to hug him and treat him like a king. y’all know the song boyfriend by dove cameron, well that’s one of the things i feel about chase, just reversed. in another reality, where i’m a girl, i could be a better girlfriend than reese, danielle, sabrina, and for the chaz shippers, a better boyfriend than kaz. i would treat chase the way he deserves to be treated. give him the recognition he deserves. defend him. fight for him. love him platonically or not, i would treat him so much better than others treat him.

did we forget how he was created? by two brother scientists, one of which wanted to make adam, bree, and him ciber soldiers (correct me if i’m wrong) and make them evil. then he was taken from douglas by donald and adopted so they could have a better life. donald did save them, i’ll give him that, but he kept them in the basement for 16 years. i will admit, i wouldn’t have had a better idea than to hide them for that long, but when they made one mistake, he wanted to send them away to finish their training and never be able to see the world again. that’s just sad. but like, think about this. they were babies and they had these chips embedded in their necks when they were BABIES. they were literal lab rats (hence the name of the show) and they were B A B I E S. y’all??? imagine having a tiny metal get shoved into your neck when you’re barely alive and you grow up with these bionics that you never asked for and you’re hidden from the world for 16 years. on top of that, when your bionics are exposed to the world, everyone thinks you’re a threat and you’re nearly separated from your family. PLUS people like krane, who specifically wanted to kill them because he wanted to be more powerful. could you imagine growing up like that?

have i mentioned spike yet? well if i haven’t in previous posts, here you go. spike isn’t chase. he’s a glitch that’s like another person inside of chase. he’s an angry person with the strength of 10 men and ready to kill someone. the first time we ever meet him, he only comes out for a little bit but leo, adam, and bree are enjoying it and taking advantage of it. chase freaks out when he comes out of commando mode as he doesn’t remember anything and doesn’t know what spike did. he comes out again in that episode and they take advantage of it again so they can win a football game. when he disengages, chase reveals how excited he was for his first day and how he barely remembers it because most of it was lived by spike. bree ignores him and asks “where is spike?” while shaking the poor boy. leo then realizes that chase is right. but does that mean that the torture to chase regarding spike stops? sadly, no. i’ll skip ‘spikes got talent’ because that was an accident and he wasn’t being taken advantage of, so let’s just go to season 3. as stated before, adam purposely brought spike out to make chase humiliate himself in front of her who liked him. adam took advantage of chases glitch and was happy that spike came out. poor chase, man. chase doesn’t like spike, he probably hates that glitch, and people not using try to bring him out, but they take advantage of it when he is out.

hopefully this is the last “why chase davenport deserved better” post but who knows with me. alright back to my math, wish me luck yall i got a test coming up 😭

#lab rats #lab rats bionic island #lab rats elite force #chase davenport #billy unger #disney xd #spike #i have too much time on my hands #i think too much #he deserves so much better #he deserves so much love #i love him #i wanna hug him #deserved better #love yall

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countrymusiclover · 10 months

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71 - Mikaelson’s before Gemini

Part 72

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

One year ago

“Alina, get down from there!” I scolded my five year old daughter who was sitting on one of the beams holding up the apartment ceiling.

She giggled down at me. “I’m on top of the world!”

“How did you even get up there?” Putting my hands on my hips I sent her a glare.

I heard someone sneeze behind me after they ran into Jo’s dresser where she kept the ascendent. “Ow!”

“Hope!” I grumbled when she became visible with Missy at her side. “Did you help your sister with a levitation spell?”

Missy nodded. “We thought it would be fun.”

“Okay family meeting…..everyone on the ground floor now.” I declare seeing my second child jump down landing on her feet beside me. The three girls sat down on the bed waiting for me to say something. “We need to go over some rules. One - don’t do magic unless I am in the room. Two - always stay with each other, it's not safe to be alone even here.”

Missy raised her hand. “Mom, what is the toy with all the bells and gears in Jo’s cabinet?”

“Hmm…you mean this. It’s called the Ascentdent.” Rummaging around in her top dresser drawer pulling out the weird rounded object.

Alina tilted her head. “What is it for?”

“It’s a key to a prison world that my uncle Joshua Parker created. But you will never meet him. Keeping a very powerful psycho away from others.” Rolling it back up into his Jo had it hidden I closed the drawer. “And it’s not a toy. Do you understand that?”

They all nodded in agreement to me. “It’s not a toy.”

Walking through the park of the college my phone rang and it was an unknown number but I answered it regardless. “Did you think that I wouldn’t find out where you were at, little niece?”

“Uncle Joshua, are we really still having this over the phone? I told you I will release Kai without hesitation!” I snapped at him clutching my freehand closed tightly.

Spinning around on my feet throwing my hair around I gasped stumbling backwards a little seeing him actually standing behind me. “Sometimes you’re clever and other times you don’t impress me, Raelyn. Now let’s talk this out.”

“I don’t think so.” Putting my phone back in my pocket I glared at him. “You do realize I won’t let you anywhere near my kids.”

Joshua walked forward with his hand together pleading with me. “Raelyn, please understand this. Now that you are a vampire the line needs to be reversed back to me. Your children are far too young and you bore three kids.”

“But you don’t know any spell to reverse it. Otherwise you would have done it yourself!” I fought against his words.

My uncle threw his hands away from his sides. “Because I don’t have the leadership power anymore. It’s running through your veins not mine. Meaning we have to work together to shift the ability back to me.”

“So you can trick me and force my daughters into merging like you did me and my twin brother!” I shouted getting in his face when I vamped forward. “Because get this through your skull I will never help you to hurt anyone else in our bloodline. Whoever created this tradition is a psycho just like you say Kai is!”

He huffed his shoulders before I heard giggling coming from behind us. Whipping my head around I noticed my three girls running through the grass. "Mommy!"

"Girls, hey we need to go now." I rushed forward to push them away from my uncle.

Yet Missy bless her sweet soul. "Who are you, I'm Missy Mikaelson." She moved around my legs, sticking her hand out for him to shake.

"I'm Joshua - ah!" He stuck his hand downward until he grabbed his head.

He shifted his gaze up watching me holding up my right hand. "Back away from her now!"

"Is he a bad guy?" Alina asked, raising her hand and moving closer to me to siphon me if I told her too.

Hope peaked around my leg. "He's the guy who put Kai away."

"Yeah he is. But we are leaving now. So good day." Grabbing their hands I snapped at Missy. "Melissa let's go."

She dropped her gaze to her shoes. "Oh okay."

Uncle Joshua raised his hand up chanting a spell freezing us all in our place. "Immobilis. Now I have tried to be nice. But this must stop. You aren’t thinking of the Coven. You are just thinking of yourself and the children you have."

"It's called being a parent. Maybe you should try it sometime. Oh, wait, you failed your children." I scoffed at him Grunting against his spell.

He slowly walked around us until he was meeting my eyes. "I was the Coven leader first. My children have been trained for this. Yet you aren't living up to your potential. Give my power back and I'll leave you alone."

"No you won’t. The only way you'll leave me and my family alone is if my children become vampires too."

Joshua shoved his hands in his pockets. "Let’s make a deal, Raelyn. You give me the leader power and I leave you and your hybrid family alone. Because once I become the leader the line will revert back to my line."

"Fine. Let us out of here." I agree to his terms.

He waved his hand upward. "Regelo. Now let’s go somewhere more private."

"Where your house?" I questioned him, feeling the spell disappeared.

Joshua got closer, taking my hands in his. My daughters hugged my legs before he shut his eyes. When I looked around I saw we were in the middle of the woods. "You brought me where I had to kill my brother!" I growled recognizing the area since it was near the border into Mystic Falls.

"For the spell to work we needed to go where your power was the strongest. This is where you gained my magic. So the transfer must be done here." My uncle explained drawing a knife out of his pocket.

Holding my hand up I spun on my heels beckoning my girls closer where I could whisper in their ears. "Come closer. I need you guys to start chanting this one we cut our palms and hold hands…” They all nodded watching me get to my feet heading back over to him.

“Ladies first, little niece.” He offered me the blade where I sighed, drawing the blade down my hand quickly handing it back to him. He cut his palm too before we intertwined hands.

Squeezing his hands in mine he winced when I began siphoning off him for a brief moment chanting along with him. “Sanguinem desimilus, Sanguinem generis flantes. Sanguinem desimilus, Sanguinem generis flantes…Tillate ulaz tillate ulaz tillate ulaz. Tillate ulaz tillate ulaz tillate ulaz.”

Joshua had his eyes closed when I peaked an eye open seeing the trees getting thrashed around because of the magic. Slowly turning my head I nodded towards my daughter’s giving them the silent signal. “Venez sanguis, venez sanguis. Venez sanguis la force de la bete a moi.” The blood dripped from our hands hitting the dirt until our girls lowered their hands on the ground. Alina and Missy’s hands turned red siphoning the magic towards them.

“Thank you, Raelyn. But there is something you should know….” Once the spell was done we broke hands separating from one another.

Knitting my brows at him, it didn’t sound good where he was going with this. “What the heck have you done, uncle Joshua?”

“You did give me the power but -“ He grabbed me by my throat where I gasped and was taken by surprise. “The line still falls on your children. And since you gave me the strength you had running through your veins. You can’t unlink them without my blood as an anker.”

He launched me where I slide into a tree with my daughters running towards me. “Ugh! You bastard. You broke our deal!”

“I'm sorry Rae. But I couldn’t let you have the opportunity to unleash my son. Now I don’t have to worry. Here’s some advice, the coven comes before blood.” Joshua responded by waving his hands and disappearing within seconds.

Stumbling to my feet I grabbed my daughter’s hands until we magically transported ourselves into Jo’s apartment. Jaocb sat upright from his bed in our room seeing that I was swaying on my feet rather tired. “Rae, oh my god. What happened?”

“Uncle Joshua tricked me. He said he would leave my daughters alone if I gave him back the leadership magic he handed over to me.” I clutched my hands into fists falling onto my knees struggling to not rip everything apart. “But he betrayed me. He…he has the power back and he will come for Alina and Missy later in life.”

Jacob glanced at the girls who were standing there with some blood on their hands. “Then why did he hurt them?”

“He didn’t, J. He may have tricked me into giving him the power but…agh.” I moaned getting to my feet and waved them over. “Girls come here. Help mommy. I need that blood you gathered.”

Alina sent me a brow. “What was it for, mom?”

Opening my palms out for them I kept explaining to my brother who hadn’t caught on yet. “He only thinks that he won. But the girls did a spell to gather my blood and his together. So now I have the link of our entire coven in their palms.”

“Meaning what?” He took a step forward seeing the blood from their palms drip onto the floor at our feet.

“Draw a circle of salt around us and I can unlink us.” Alina, Missy and Hope all grasped onto my hands. Jaocb came back and did as I said , drawing a circle where we were standing with the blood inside the circle our feet were making. “Phasmatos tribum, nas ex veras, uenes fes matos et somnos. Ex totum ex um maleo matos.”

Closing my eyes I sucked in a breath hearing my daughter’s following after the chant I started. “Phasmatos tribum, nas ex veras, uenes fes matos et somnos. Ex totum ex um maleo matos.” The blood on the floor slowly separates from each other and then bursts into flames.

“Oh.” Missy broke away gasping. Hope stumbled into the bed and Alina bent her knees trying to catch her breath.

Jaocb came over to me putting a hand on my back, eyeing the burnt blood on the carpet. “Are you positive it worked?”

“Yes ... .now the rest of Gemini coven isn’t our problem anymore.” I sighed in relief running my fingers through my hair smiling that my plan actually worked. “We don’t have to be Gemini Runaway’s anymore.”

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