Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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As Y/n descended the stairs, she ran into her sister Millie, who was already bouncing with energy.
"Son of a bitch! Good morning!" Millie shouted, her tone sharp but oddly cheerful.
Their relationship had always been like that—full of jabs, but never without affection. Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn't help the smile creeping onto her face.
"Morning, Millie. What's got you so hyped?" Y/n asked, following her sister into the bathroom.
The two of them squeezed into the small space, toothbrushes in hand, only to find their father standing in front of the mirror, scrutinizing his reflection.
"Do you guys think I look old?" he asked, turning slightly to face them, his brow furrowed in concern.
Y/n leaned in for a closer look. "Hard to tell. That's the good part about being fat—the fat fills in all the wrinkles."
Their father scowled, planting his hands on his hips. "Guess my age."
Millie barely paused before replying, "The Stone Age."
He glared at her. "Are you kidding? When do you think I was born?"
Y/n shrugged. "I don't know. 1592?"
"WHAT?"
"Minus a hundred," Y/n quickly corrected, trying to smooth things over.
Their father's face grew redder. "1492 was when they discovered America, you know, the human continent!"
"Oh, come on, Dad, give us a hint," Y/n said with a sigh. "Was it before or after Christ?"
That was the last straw. He stormed out of the bathroom, muttering under his breath. Moments later, their mother walked in, wrapped in a robe and towel, her hair still damp.
"What the fuck did you two say to your father?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.
"It wasn't our fault! It was a trap," Y/n replied defensively.
Their mother sighed knowingly. "Oh, was he fishing for compliments again?"
"Yeah, and he ended up getting the truth instead," Millie quipped.
Their mother chuckled. "Well, you know how it is. Be careful what you wish for."
Millie smirked. "You're old too, Mom."
"Am I now?" their mother said, amused.
"You're so old you learned to ride a horse," Y/n teased, grinning.
"You're so old you ate a dodo for your first Christmas," Millie added.
"You're so old that if you had kids now, they'd be born in the Middle Ages," Y/n finished.
The siblings burst into laughter, but their mother raised a hand, cutting them off.
"Enough! No one stays young forever, okay? You'll see when it's your turn."
She left the bathroom with a flick of her towel, leaving Y/n and Millie to exchange amused glances. They shrugged it off and began brushing their teeth.
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Once they finished, Y/n pulled out her phone, scrolling through TikTok as they made their way to the living room. Just then, their friend Sally came running in, her face flushed with excitement.
"Guys! You won't believe it! Today is the rugby finale, and I need you both to help the team!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing on her toes.
"Sure, we're in!" Millie said, her competitive spirit ignited.
As they arrived at the rugby field, the atmosphere was electric, but their excitement quickly turned to confusion when they spotted a group of people gathered near the team's bathhouse. A trans flag was being burned, the flames licking at the fabric as the crowd jeered.
Sally's face fell, her excitement replaced by shock and hurt. "What the hell is this?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Y/n and Millie rushed to her side, their expressions shifting from confusion to anger. "It's just the other team trying to do shitty things because they know we're great," Millie said, trying to comfort her.
But Sally's eyes filled with tears, and she shook her head. "No, it's more than that. I'm trans, and for some people, I deserve to be burned like this flag." Her voice broke, and she turned away, overwhelmed by the emotional turmoil.
Y/n and Millie exchanged worried glances, then stepped closer to Sally. "You're not alone, Sally," Y/n said softly. "We're here for you."
Millie nodded, wrapping an arm around Sally's shoulders. "You're amazing just the way you are. Don't let them get to you."
Sally looked up, her eyes glistening with tears. "But it hurts. I've faced so much discrimination, and sometimes I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle."
Her teammates gathered around, sensing her distress. One of them stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Sally's back. "You're one of us, Sally. We support you no matter what. Don't let their hate dim your light."
The warmth of their support enveloped Sally, and she took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her emotions begin to lift. "Thank you, everyone. I just... I just want to play and be accepted for who I am."
"Then let's go out there and show them what we're made of!" Millie declared, her competitive spirit reignited. "We're not just a team; we're a family."
Y/n smiled, feeling a surge of pride for her sister and their friends. "Exactly! Let's turn this negativity into fuel for our fire. We're going to win this finale!"
With renewed determination, the team rallied around Sally, offering hugs and words of encouragement. They formed a circle, hands joined, and shouted their team chant, drowning out the negativity that had threatened to overshadow their day.
As they made their way to the field, Sally felt a sense of belonging wash over her. The cheers of her teammates filled her with strength, and she knew that no matter what happened, she was supported and loved.
The rugby finale was intense, with both teams giving it their all. The score was neck and neck, but as the final minutes ticked away, Sally found herself with the ball, racing towards the goal line. The cheers of her teammates echoed in her ears, and she pushed through the pain of the past, focusing on the present.
With one final burst of energy, she crossed the line, scoring the winning try. The crowd erupted in cheers, and her teammates rushed to lift her into the air, celebrating not just the victory, but the strength of their bond.
As they celebrated, Sally felt a sense of peace. She had faced her fears and emerged stronger, surrounded by people who accepted her for who she was. In that moment, she knew that love and support could conquer hate, and she was ready to embrace whatever came next.
