#*friend‚ not friends‚ big sis had to go to a doctor but she's okay

[nikibogwater]

Everybody sit down and strap in, 'cause I have a doozy of a tale to share.

I've had anxiety for literally as long as I can remember. I've had periods of my life where it was so intense it became legitimately life-threatening (don't worry I promise this is going somewhere funny). And this was really bizarre because I have zero childhood trauma. Like, my family life is so idyllic it's almost comical. Therapists would do abuse screenings on me and look utterly baffled when I told them everything was fine at home. They'd interrogate my parents just to make sure I wasn't lying. I have one friend who I'm fairly sure believed I was just severely gaslighting myself when I said my family was great, school wasn't too stressful, and I've never lived in a dangerous neighborhood or experienced poverty.

Anyways, despite no one being able to figure out where my disorder was coming from, my doctors were able to help me manage the symptoms so that I would like, not die, and actually be able to finish high school. Which was awesome. Now fast forward to late 2021. My big sister (who has also had intense anxiety her whole life which no one could figure out why) is finishing up her doctorate and getting her physical therapist's license. Somehow, during all her studying and schooling, she finds out about this thing called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, which explains literally everything that was going on with us. EDS is a connective tissue disorder that kinda fudges up your body in a whole bunch of little ways, including dysautonomia (episodes of very fast heart-rate that kick your body into fight-or-flight mode), and hypermobility (unusual flexibility). It's a spectrum disorder, so the severity of symptoms vary from person to person, but we definitely checked almost every box on the diagnostic list. My sister went to see a specialist, and yep, she was diagnosed EDS positive. She immediately calls my mom and goes "I know what's wrong with Niki" (thanks, sis, that's real encouraging lol). Initially we're like "okay Katie, that's nice" because honestly this kind of sounds like jumping at shadows, but I go in to see the specialist anyways just to make sure.

One consultation and diagnosis later, and suddenly my entire life makes perfect sense.

Now we get to the funny part. See, the diagnosis stuff happened in early 2022. So by the time late 2023 comes around and we're looking for a new dog (I promise this is relevant), we've been riding that chronic illness diagnosis for a while. Once again, my sister, ever the proactive one, decides she's going to help us get a new dog. She scours the adoption website, sends us photos of the cutest dogs available, and helps us make a decision. This is how we got Beverly, who has been an unstoppable force of chaos in our lives ever since we signed the papers (but she's also really cute so she can get away with it). Now on top of being a very excitable and anxious pupper, Beverly's got a weird little gimp in her hindquarters, which makes her sit all splayed-out and funny-looking, and while it doesn't seem to be causing her pain, we take her to a vet to get it checked out. Vet finds absolutely nothing. X-rays are taken and examined. Still nothing. At this point, they go "well, we could try a CT scan of her brain, which would run about $5,000, and maybe we could find something--" but my parents are already packing this dog into the car like "well that is a HARD nope." So we decide, look, Beverly seems happy and healthy, and those gimpy legs don't seem to bother her, so we'll just leave it be until it becomes clearer what's wrong with her because we do NOT have a cool $5,000 to throw around here.

Readers more astute than my family and I will likely have already figured out where this is going.

This morning, my mom is looking at Beverly sitting in her funny sprawled-out way, and something in her brain goes "wait...weird physical symptoms with no tracible cause that vets can see..." She does a bit of googling. Can dogs have EDS/Hypermobility? Yes. Yes they can. And the listed symptoms describe Beverly to a T.

So not only is my sister the one to finally figure out what's wrong with me, she also unknowingly got us a dog who has the exact same chronic condition as us. Meanwhile my poor dad, who is the only Normal Person in our house, is coming to terms with the fact that he is apparently just fated to always love chronically ill people and animals, and there's absolutely nothing he can do about it.

[mothwingzzz]

CW: GORE CW: BODY HORROR

"Dear Apple Bloom,

Aw sug, I knew I should have listened to ya. Your gut ain't ever steered no one in the wrong direction, least of all your family.

When big brother started coming back from the fields all exhausted and spittin' more water out of his mouth than a fire hydrant on a hot summers day, you were the first to speak up. None of us wanted to admit ol' Big Mac might have been comin' down with somethin' but while we were all chalkin' it up to overworking himself or old age, you were the first one to notice his mark was fading.

I can't say what I did was right. All I can say is I was bein' stubborn, gosh darn it. I didn't want to see my big brother go. How selfish I was... You can't imagine the guilt I have wrestlin' in my big ol' heart right now. I should've never let it go on as long as I did. I didn't know what the farm would do without him, and I certainly wasn't too keen on sendin' him off to that big fancy hospital. Course he was too delirious to make any decisions for himself and I... I had to make them for him. Oh god, little sis, it was too much weight to put on my itty bitty shoulders and I couldn't cave. I had to be strong and I had to be the one to help him.

I figured if we got him all situated in the barn, it'd just take a day or two of rest and he'd be up and at 'em again, spry as a spring chicken. But when those days started growing longer, and the nights lost their quiet charm on account of his constant neighing and crying, the truth was a bitter pill to swallow. It was his hooves that started to go first. While every one of my friends concerned themselves with his up and vanished cutie mark, you and I started to see the red sacks swelling up around his legs. It was as if his skin was an overfilled sack of potatoes: growin' too heavy until all those spuds would just... burst.

When he took a nip at me was when I finally broke down. Our big brother, the kindest stallion i'd ever known, started screaming his lungs out about how he was fine and he'd needed to get back to pushing the plow even though he'd lost over half of his weight by that point. I pushed him back down on his cot and scolded him. I knew plain as day by then that he was sick. A piece of his skin came off on to my hoof cleaner than a bandage. Sicker than any pony i'd ever seen in my entire life. The sore growing around his mane made the hair fall out in clumps and he couldn't help himself from coughing up those big piles of snot and blood whenever he tried to breathe.

I should have seen it coming, sug. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the extra work. Maybe it was the fact that I wasn't feeling too peachy myself, but I should have seen him whip his bony neck towards me before he tore a chunk out of dads ol' sun cap. He clipped my ear too. The worst part was that I couldn't tell if the blood on his lips was from me or the five teeth he lost doing the act.

I should have seen it coming. All of it. Now here we are: him on his lonesome in a room all the way on the other end of the wing, wheezing and crying and smearing his own waste and blood all over the walls. And me. I don't feel so good, sugar plum. My legs can't do as much walkin' as they used to. My eyes feel like they're getting softer and softer every day. And my shame. I can't even remember grandmas name anymore. Oh sweet pea, please just make sure you stay put until they figure out whats wrong with us. I love you... your sister will be with you as soon as she can again. Dashie's the only one who comes and sees me anymore, she says Big Mac keeps trying to get her to come into his room, insisting he's A-okay... but he ain't got eyes in his head no more. Oh sweetie pie, it's all my fault. I just hope these doctors can make it right.

With all the love in the world,

Your Sister,

Applejack.

DEEEar sisush aaaa.....,

Im oh my god I... got blood on th e sheet, nursiee pleas get me a clean My sistu needs to hear from herrr my sister...??

mh mouh feel off today

-Aplejuuucka

[asirensrage]

Saudade - Chapter 43

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: This is a sad chapter but there's a point to it. Trust me. I hope you all enjoy it. Please, as always, let me know what you think <3 As always, expect spoilers for the manga from here on out.

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Her second year of high school isn’t easy, but it’s simple in comparison to her life outside of it. At least, it is until she adds in the fact that her brother, Chifuyu and Hakkai now all attend the same school. She’s been able to keep herself separate for the most part. The excuse of work and a few suggestions to a couple clubs to recruit the boys have kept them all out of each others hair.

“You’re never around much.”

“Hmm?” she looks up at her brother from where she’s sitting on a bench, eating her lunch as she goes over a text book. There’s a test in her next class.

He plops down on the floor next to her so he doesn’t disturb her reading. His back presses into her leg as he faces away from her. “I never see you anymore. Not at home. Barely at school. I mean, I know we’re going our own ways but shit, I still thought we’d be siblings.”

“We are siblings, dumbass,” she says, smiling softly even as she whacks the back of his head lightly. “We don’t have to spend time together for that to change.”

“I know that,” he says, shoving her hand away from him. “But you’re never around.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to hang out with your big sis,” she teases.

He makes a face at that but sighs. “I don’t, but I also…” He doesn’t admit that he misses her. “I’ve heard…well, we’ve all heard, some of the shit the people here say about you. Are you okay?”

Takara smiles and leans down, pressing a kiss against his hair. It reminds her of the man he’s going to be, why the blood on her hands is worth it. “Yeah. Don’t worry about them. It’s because of the incident last year.”

“Where you beat a guy?”

She can’t stop her grin. “Yeah, there was no proof but rumours spread. Besides, getting hounded by a gang doesn’t make you friends. Just keep yourself out of trouble and you’ll be fine.”

“Will you?”

“Always.”

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Despite the promises to her brother, she doesn’t make more time for him. Takara continues on as she’s been doing since she joined forces with Mikey. She works with Draken and Kokonoi, formulating their plan for the first brothel they obtain. She doesn’t ask how Kokonoi does it considering they’re all still teenagers, but Draken lays out the necessities that includes weekly testing, excellent security and a doctor on staff. He also informs them that letting the women choose their own hours will increase the job satisfaction. If they want this to work, they need women to want to work with them.

It’s sound advice and since Draken is leading this venture, they’re following it. The first brothel they manage to own isn’t his, but it’s close to it. Enough that it takes Draken less than five minutes to walk there.

It’s Ran who finds the foreigner with a medical degree who isn’t able to practice here. They can’t go home either for reasons that involve family members they’re avoiding. He’s still young, but Ran is charismatic enough to sway them into joining and show them the benefits outweigh any costs. The twenty-nine year old’s name is Vincent but he’s becoming known more as Katsuro. Everyone calls him Kats.

Takara meets with him, sees the way he lights up as she tries talking to him in English which has always been her best subject, and decides then and there that she likes him. He seems sweet even if he flinches sometimes at loud noises. Mikey approves of him once Takara does, and he’s moved into the brothel once it’s set up and he has no reservations about it.

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Mikey’s birthday is only celebrated with her and Draken. The two of them work together to spend the day with him, to keep him busy. Takara asks him to teach her something and he introduces her to the dojo his grandfather runs. Draken stands guard as Mikey and Takara fight for the first time.

Mikey doesn’t use his full strength against her. Takara moves, using all of her skills and abilities in gymnastics and speed to avoid him. She leans back when he throws a kick, slower than she knows he’s capable of, and balances herself on her hands before using one foot to kick up at his chin. He blocks it.

There’s no way of winning against him. Takara has played many sports against many different kinds of people. She knows when she’s facing a prodigy. Still, she tries. Her competitive streak is sparked and she’s determined to at least get him on his back once.

She doesn’t know what happens, except that she’s losing and it’s pissing her off. Anger doesn’t make her sloppy, it heightens everything. She moves a little faster but Mikey blocks every attempt. She keeps rolling and flipping with each toss he makes of her until he finally manages to pin her down.

Takara pants, glaring up at him. She struggles but he has her arms pinned over her head and he uses his legs to hold hers down. His eyes seem bright as he looks down at her.

“I like you like this,” he teases, even though his voice is still a little monotone.

“Yeah? Come a little closer. Let me bite you.”

“Don’t forget I’m still here,” Draken cuts in dryly.

Mikey ignores him. He presses himself against her, moving to rest between her thighs instead of on them. He adjusts himself so that he holds one of her legs, hiking it up to rest over his waist. She hears Draken mutter some curse at that but she can’t look away from the man above her. She never can.

“Happy birthday, Manjiro,” she whispers. It’s the first time she’s ever said his full name, his real name and she watches the way his expression changes as she does. His eyes widen slightly and his gaze heats. She squirms slightly under him at the look but doesn’t get a chance to do more because he kisses her. Hard.

Draken keeps everyone out of the dojo in response.

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The subsequent dinner to celebrate happens in Mikey’s house. No one cooks, despite his grandfather’s assurance that he could. Instead they order and Takara helps hand out the food between the four of them. She’s not sure how she came to be so comfortable in this home more than her own, but maybe it’s because it’s not supposed to be hers. There’s no role to fill here except as herself.

“Emma, pass the sweet potato.”

She freezes. Takara looks to where Draken is sitting next to her, looking at something else as his hand is reached out towards her. Her throat tightens.

“Em?”

She stands, hands shaking as she is suddenly filled with the urge to run. He’s called her that before but he was high off of painkillers. Not sober. Not like this.

He looks at her and she sees the realization enter his eyes and the grief that flashes with it. “Shit, Ta-”

She flees. She moves quickly, leaving the house as fast as possible without apologizing or saying goodbye. Takara can’t. She can’t be there in that house anymore, unwittingly playing the role of a dead girl whose spot she’s filled without meaning to. She’s not Emma.

She finally stops, hidden in an alley as she can’t stop herself from crying anymore. It’s embarrassing, but the hurt in her chest feels as though it consumes her. This is worse than watching your crush in love with someone else. It’s worse than the way her parents’ eyes shift over her like she’s not even there. She crouches down, hiding her face in her hands as she tries to regain control over herself. She’s not Emma. Guilt feels like it consumes her. Emma is dead and Takara is in her place, completely and differently, and some days it feels like Takara killed her friend herself.

Someone moves beside her, crouching down with their back to the wall, knee pressed up against her own. She can tell from the slight smell of sweat and cologne that it’s Mikey. That he found her.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” she says, trying to make her voice not shake. She fails as spectacularly as she did at subduing him in the dojo.

“You left.”

“You should go back. Finish celebrating with your family.”

“No.” He says it completely toneless. “I’m where I want to be.”

There’s a moment of silence as she wipes at her tears that won’t stop falling. It’s not supposed to be this way. She’s supposed to finally be herself, not filling the role of someone else. Something that she was comforted in is ruined now. She’s not sure she can look at Draken the same way anymore. She’s not sure if he ever even saw her. “I’m sorry for ruining your birthday.”

He lets out a huff. “He shouldn’t have called you that. You’re not Emma.”

She cringes at the way he says it, wanting to curl up tighter. She’s not anyone she’s supposed to be here. Not really. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” he asks, reaching for her hand. He laces their fingers together, tightening his grip slightly. “I don’t want you to be her. You’re Takara. You–” he pauses as if a thought just occurred to him. He looks at her finally. “What is your name? Your real name. The one before?”

She opens her mouth to answer…and falters. An answer that should come easily to her, one that she’s heard repeated since the day she was born, that should be etched into the very core of her…doesn’t come to mind. She doesn’t remember. She doesn’t know who she used to be. “I don’t–”. Her breath quickens as the realization sets in. Her name is gone. She never even wrote it down…confident that it would be the one thing she’d never forget. How do you forget something that has helped make you into who you are? She bends forward, unable to breathe.

Mikey pulls her into him, not saying a word as he holds her. She clings to him, holding on tightly as if he’s the only thing keeping her together. Takara curls up into herself as much as she can as she bawls for the loss. Of her name. Of her self. Of everything she left behind. She’s only Takara now. There’s nothing else remaining.

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[christinescupofcoffee]

Quarter After Twelve

Chapter Three: This is My Good Eye

Christine leaned back in the spindly plastic chair with her hands folded over her lap. She had been there the day before when he went in for surgery, but she hadn’t heard a word since she had returned home for the night. She hoped that the surgery was over soon and that John had survived it all as he was in fairly bad shape: if the news and prognosis were all good, she would buy him as well as herself a bouquet of flowers.

She and John had known each other since the third grade: he was like a baby brother to her as he was a year younger but they had been joined at the hip when she asked him about the little container of baklava on the corner of his desk saved for recess, and he introduced her to his own little hub. It was right then she knew he liked her. 

He was the only one to ever refer to her as “Tina”, too. Tina Calderón with her long molasses-colored hair down to her thick waist.

It started with the headaches, when they had had lunch together a month ago and he had complained of an awful pain in the right side of his head and one that would only just go away with his drinking some water. It only persisted with every day, and when his vision began to slip away was when his girlfriend Brittany suggested he go to the hospital. Christine arrived right as they did, and right as the surgeons took him away into the first bed available. Brittany held back with her hands pressed to her mouth as if she was about to vomit or scream, but Christine held her close to her out of comfort.

The whole day felt like a complete whirlwind, and even more so when the two women returned home in shambles.

“He’s going to be okay,” Christine assured her with her arms around her once again.

“But what if he dies, Chris?” Brittany demanded, tearful. “What am I going to do if he goes?”

“He’ll be fine. Whatever it is, they’ll take it out and then he’ll be in the hospital for a few days to rest.”

The phone rang right then, and Christine ducked around her to fetch the cordless phone on the wall.

“Here, I’ll go see him tomorrow,” she volunteered with a finger raised to her. “You go to work in the morning and try to focus away from him. It’s gonna be hard, but it’ll be worth it.” Brittany wiped away a tear as Christine answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, I’m Therese, the head nurse from urgent care in Bethlehem. Is Brittany there?”

“Um, not at the moment, no,” Christine replied as she knew that Brittany would in no way want to speak to them at all. “I’m Christine her friend, though, so I can relay this to her.”

“Okay, Christine! I wanted to tell her that John is still in surgery right now. He had a benign tumor embedded in his brain but as they were closing him up, they found two blood clots in his lungs.” Christine gasped at that. She had no memory of him having complained of anything in his chest at all. “They’re trying to extract the clots from his lungs, it’s a very delicate surgery but the surgeons are doing what they can for him, though.”

“Okay,” she replied with somewhat of a feeling of dread over her.

“If it’s unsuccessful, he’ll have to be on blood thinners for the foreseeable future,” the nurse continued. “But he’ll live, though.”

“Okay,” Christine replied with a nod of her head and a run of her fingers through her hair. “Okay, I’ll tell her.”

Needless to say, Brittany had all but fallen apart once the news was out. As a result, Christine decided to visit him alone.

It was one of those big but dimly lit hospitals in the heart of Pennsylvania where the foggy nights made her think of a man with a pyramid shaped helmet enshrouded over his head coming on out of hiding with a long wide knife in hand, ready to take them all out for blood. She lingered back against the wall with her hands folded over her lap in repose as doctors and nurses strode on past her.

The only thing she could do was wait and be patient.

She checked her wristwatch. Seven after noon. It had been nearly twenty-four whole hours since John had gone into surgery for something growing inside of his skull as well as the two blood clots in his lungs. He was only twenty-nine and yet he had the mother of all health problems.

But it had only been a single minute before the nurse emerged from behind the glass wall to face her. Christine raised her eyebrows at her.

“Are you Tina?” And Christine grimaced at the sound of her using the nickname that only her best friend used with her. But with the grimace came a nod of her head.

“The surgery on his brain was a success,” said the nurse. “They were able to extract the tumor as well as any surrounding tissue lest it come back again. But I’m afraid that the surgery on his lungs was not.” Christine closed her eyes at the sound of that and her heart sank. “This doesn’t mean he’ll die, though. It just means that he has to be on blood thinners for the foreseeable future.”

“Do you know what caused the clots?” Christine asked her.

“I’m afraid we don’t,” she replied. “We’re running tests but there’s nothing that we’ve confirmed yet.”

Christine nodded her head, and she stood to her feet and followed the nurse into the left wing of the hospital. The smell of disinfectant filled the air all around her. Machines beeped and whirred all across the room. A hoarse cough off to the left made her grimace and hold her breath.

Near the end of the row, at the last room, the nurse tugged the curtain aside, and Christine beheld the view of her best friend propped up against a pillow with his hands down by his sides.

The surgeons hadn’t done much to the actual crown of his head per se, but she could see the gauze rested upon the right side of the crown as well as the patch over his eye. A tube for supplementary oxygen had been taped up against his nose, and yet he breathed in deep and at a steady pace. The bracelet around his wrist beholding his full name of Jonathan Zachariah Malachi Gabríel Miranda; she smiled when she spotted the accent mark in his middle name.

“There you are,” she declared with her arms wide open for him. John kept his hands down by his sides as Christine lunged for him to embrace him.

“I’ll let you two catch up,” said the nurse, and they were left alone there in their very own private room. Christine tugged the chair up next to the edge of the bed. His long mousy brown curls dangled down over his shoulder like the vines of a tree. His skin was soft in appearance, and his body looked emaciated and withered away, and she knew that he hadn’t eaten a morsel of food at all, not even when he had woken up from his surgery.

“She literally thought you were my girlfriend,” he said in a broken voice.

“Who, the nurse?” Christine asked him.

“Yeah, she saw you and told me my lover is here to visit me.” He cracked her a smile, albeit a painful one, and he massaged his temple with his fingertips.

“A benign tumor the size of a ping-pong ball,” he said in a low voice. “They were able to take it out no problem but the clots in my lungs, they had hell of a time with, though. I’m probably going to be on blood thinners the rest of my life.”

“I’d be happy to remind you to take them,” Christine pointed out, and she rested a hand on the back of his. John sighed through his nose and let his eyes wander down to his feet and the far edge of the bed.

“I love you,” she whispered into his ear. He showed her a smile, albeit a small slightly sad one.

“You and my bubbie are kind of the only people I have,” he confessed in a light voice. “Mother’s gone, brother won’t talk to me—he thinks I do blow—and I haven’t seen my dad in years. I don’t even know where he is now. The last letter I got from him he was in the Azores and that was seven years ago.”

“You have Brittany, too,” Christine pointed out.

“It’s complicated with Brittany,” John confessed to her with a quick shake of his head. “I might just end it with her once I’m done here. She refuses to have sex with me—in fact, I can’t even remember the last time we had sex, either. She’s kind of just still with me because she likes being a part of a couple.”

He fetched up a sigh once again. She squeezed his hand.

“Let’s go to California,” she suggested. “My dad and my stepmom live out there. Living out there can help you recover more. I won’t leave your side, either.”

“What about my grandma, though?”

“We can take her with,” Christine promised him. “We’ll find a way to bring her with. We could… get ourselves out there first and then we’ll send for her to come along.” She leaned in closer to him, and she leaned in so close that she could smell the disinfectant from under the gauze over his eye. “Going to California, cowboy.”

“I don’t really know, Tina,” he confessed with a shake of his head.

“We’re both Portuguese,” she assured him. “We can do it. You can do it.” She extended a hand to him, and she linked fingers with his long and lanky ones. He reached up and nudged the eyepatch upon his head, to which Christine grimaced at the sight.

“You’re my best friend, Tina,” he said. “You’re kind of my rock now.”

“No, I’m the crazy one,” she assured him. “We’ve known each other since we were eight years old. I’m the one giving us a bunch of shit day in day out.”

“The crazy ones are usually the ones who rock steady after all,” he pointed out as his good eye drooped closed. John shifted his weight in the bed and Christine helped him out with the pillows nestled behind him. He leaned back and tilted his head back against the top of his main pillow: she eyed the shape of his throat, the way his Adam’s apple was all the more prominent given he hadn’t eaten anything in a long time.

“I’ll probably be out of here in a few days,” he told her. “You know. Just so I recover and everything.”

“Do you think they’ll take the eyepatch off around then?” she asked.

“I don’t really know,” he confessed. “The tumor was not only this side of my head, but it was pretty close to my eyes. When they took it out, they told me that they worried about damaging my optic nerve too much. So, to protect my eye from anything nefarious for the time being, they put this on me. The nurse said she’ll take it off in the next day or so to keep my eyes healthy.”

John then lifted his head and blinked his good eye a bit. He rested a hand on his stomach.

“I’m kind of hungry,” he said. “I had a little bit of soup when I woke up but it wasn’t very good. It didn’t help that it was tepid, too.”

“Ew,” Christine said with a wrinkle of her nose at that. “There’s the deli across the street, would you like a sandwich?”

“I would love a sandwich from there,” he replied with a raise of his good eyebrow. “A nice fat corned beef sandwich with some sauerkraut.”

“I’ll get that and also a wrap for myself,” she noted as she stood back up and slung her purse over her shoulder. She was about to head out of there when John cleared his throat again.

“Hey, Tina?”

She turned back around again to look on at him, her best friend in the last twenty years, now with a patch over his one eye and a scar on his head.

“Thank you.”

She showed him a smile when the sun outside seemed to grow a bit brighter than it had had a few minutes before.

“The hell?”

“Is it just me or did it just get awfully bright?” he asked her, baffled.

“It did,” she said, and she squinted her eyes at him. “I better hustle.”

He nodded his head and a few locks of his curled hair dangled down the side of his face onto his shoulder. “Please do. Not just from that, but from—” He rested his hand on his slender stomach once again, and she showed him a smile once more.

[nabibeans]

Little star.

Summary: Seonghwa and Hongjoong are friends with benefits; they stop hooking up after Hongjoong gets into a relationship while in America for tour. Seonghwa discovers she’s pregnant. This is their journey.

Disclaimer: Hong x Oc , fem! Hwa , Seongjoong (later on) , secret pregnancy, idolverse, lots of time skips so the story doesn’t drag.

•

Seonghwa stared down at the papers in her hands, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She’d gone to the urgent care clinic after being sick every morning for the past three months. Sure three months was a bit of a long wait but their schedules were packed, she hadn’t had time to visit a doctor; now she sat on the table holding the results of her checkup in her hands.

Pregnant. Seonghwa was pregnant. Being in an all male group as the only woman was already bad enough, but pregnant as well? Surely it would cause a scandal. The doctor had come back into the room, sitting across from the Korean woman whose hands trembled.

“Now Miss Park, I’m not sure what options Korea has in terms of termination of pregnancy; but in the United States it’s..risky…so it’s up to you to decide what you’d like to do regarding your pregnancy.”

Termination? Like an abortion?

“I’m not aborting my baby. I’m keeping it, I just…don’t think the father will be very active in the baby’s life. He has a girlfriend.”

“Oh. Oh my. That is, well; I’m sorry to hear.”

Seongwha got off the table bowing politely, her manager was waiting outside; they had a schedule.

“I’ll be in America for at least two months, should I wait to schedule any follow up appointments?”

The doctor hummed.

“At three months you’re really just growing a small bump, your breast will begin to change as well; just take it easy and get a prenatal check up scheduled for when you get back to Korea.”

Seonghwa nodded as she left the room, squeezing the papers tightly. She couldn’t believe she was pregnant, with Hongjoong’s baby. Hongjoong…

Hongjoong would be there right? Despite having a girlfriend? Sighing softly Seonghwa approached her manager who immediately took in her distressed state.

“Seonghwa-ssi, what’s wrong?”

Seonghwa sighed, “I’m pregnant. It’s Hongjoong’s.”

The manager gasped, she’d been aware of the two hooking up when stress relief was needed. But this was…

“I’m sorry Seongwha, come on. I’ll tell the others you aren’t gonna join in on the schedule.”

“No I want to be there, I’ll just take it easy.”

Heading back to the scheduled location Seonghwa felt uneasy, nervous, anxious. A mixture of emotions flooded her system, especially seeing Hongjoong’s arm wrapped around the dark skinned woman’s waist. Her puffy hair tied into a ponytail as she rested her head on his shoulder. Hongjoong was never like that, especially not when they’d hooked up; he’d never offered affection after..it was part of their deal. So why did it hurt?

“Noona! You’re back! Are you okay!?”

Wooyoung ran up to her excitedly, hugging her tightly. Oh sweet Wooyoungie, he was always looking out for her; he considered her his big sister.

“I’m…let’s talk about it later okay?”

Wooyoung nodded, though she didn’t miss the worry that flashed in his eyes. Seongwha walked over to where the other members were sitting, settling on sitting next to San and Mingi who both looked a bit concerned.

“Not sitting next to captain.” , “no.”

She could hear Hongjoong scoff, rolling his eyes in a manner she wasn’t sure was teasing or just being rude.

“I’m not that bad Seongwha Noona, I don’t bite. You don’t have to avoid me.”

“I’m not avoiding you, I’m sitting.”

Seongwha ignored him. Looking down at her phone instead, going into her period tracker app to update the details.

“Probably doesn’t want to offend me, none taken sister. I know you’re just friends.”

Just friends? I’m carrying his kid.

Seonghwa’s lips pressed tight together, glancing up at the woman who was looking right back at her.

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is it sis? Don’t like black women?”

“Didn’t say that. I’m not racist, your skin tone isn’t a big deal.”

“Maybe you’re just jealous it isn’t you then.”

Maybe you’re jealous it isn’t you. Seongwha swallowed the lump in her throat, squeezing her phone tightly. It was Hongjoong who stopped it from going any further.

“Leave her alone. She’s my group member, that’s all.”

Seongwha’s heart sank, so she was just a band member? After having sex nearly every day for years!? They were just group members.

“I need to use the bathroom, I’ll be back before filming starts.”

Seongwha got up, speed walking out of the room and to the restrooms. Turning on the sink she splashed water on her face, her makeup wasn’t done anyway. A knock on the door came,

“Noona? It’s Yeosang; can I come in?”

Yeosang. Her favorite member if she was being honest.

“Sure Yeosangie.”

She turned off the sink, wiping her face dry as Yeosang stepped into the restroom. Closing the door behind him and locking it for good measure.

“What’s wrong? Hongjoong was worried about you.”

“Was he? Or was he worried I offended that bitch on his arm.”

Seonghwa sighed, his girlfriend had always disliked her. That much she knew, who wouldn’t be intimidated with a group of men that had a female amongst them.

“Bitch is a bit strong but..it fits.”

Yeosang sighed, “but really, what’s wrong? Hongjoong really was concerned he asked me to check on you.”

Seonghwa hugged herself tightly. Her eyes meeting Yeosang’s.

“Promise you won’t tell?”

“Scouts honor Noona!”

Yeosang nodded, reaching out to take her hands in reassurance. Seonghwa nodded, starting off slowly.

“I went to urgent care today, since I’ve been so sick you know? And, I know why I’ve been sick.”

Yeosang’s brow arched, a confused look adorning his adorable little face.

“Noona…are you…?”

“I’m pregnant Yeosang, it’s Hongjoong’s. But you can’t tell him.”

Yeosang gasped, looking flustered as he took in the information.

“You have to tell him! He’s going to be a father, he deserves to know.”

Seonghwa sighed, “I know he does, but he has a girlfriend. And would she really want to be with a guy who’s having a baby with another woman?”

Yeosang nodded, looking at his Noona before humming.

“Why don’t you ask him to speak privately once she’s gone? I know you don’t want to offend her but come on, you can’t keep a baby a secret.”

Seongwha nodded.

“Okay, I’ll tell him. Can you…make sure no one gets too curious while I tell him?”

Yeosang nodded.

“Of course Noona, congratulations by the way; you’re gonna be an amazing mom.”

Seongwha smiled, hugging yeosang tightly.

“Thank you, I’m actually excited to be a mom..I just hope Hongjoong will be happy to be a dad.”

The two hugged a bit longer before leaving the restroom, it was going to be a long day.

•

Hongjoong watched as Seongwha and Yeosang came back, letting out a sigh of relief.

“I don’t get why she’s so special to you.”

His girlfriend rolled her eyes, making him frown.

“She’s my best friend Jay, don’t be so harsh. Besides, she’s a woman too. Gotta look out for her.”

The girl only hummed, looking back down at her phone. Seonghwa cleared her throat approaching Hongjoong slowly,

“Hey, can we talk?”

Hongjoong tensed up, nodding slowly letting go of his girlfriend who immediately stood up.

“No way you’re talking to him alone.”

“Stop. It’s fine.”

Hongjoong followed Seongwha to a quiet spot, in private away from everyone else. The two sat together on the couch in the dressing room, the silence was deafening; making Hongjoong squirm.

“So what’s wrong?”

His hands were getting sweaty while Seonghwa adjusted her top, he’d be lying if he said his eyes didn’t drift to her breast. Seongwha cleared her throat again, adjusting her posture.

“I went to the doctors today, and I discovered something pretty big.”

Hongjoong’s brow arched,

“Okay? What was it? Does it affect the group? Do you need a leave of absence?”

Seonghwa looked down, squeezing the fabric of her sweatpants between her thin fingers.

“If affects us, and the group; and your girlfriend.”

Oh?

“Well, I’m here; so let’s talk about it and then see where this leads us? But we do have to hurry, the schedule starts in an hour.”

Seongwha nodded, that’s when Hongjoong saw the tear sliding down her cheek; his thumb reached out to wipe the tear away.

“Hey…it’s okay, I’m here.”

Seonghwa nodded, her hair covering her face as she squeezed her pants tighter.

“You’re…I’m…baby.”

Baby?

“I don’t think I follow?”

“I’m..we’re having a baby. I’m pregnant Hongjoong, you’re going to be a dad.”

Immediately Hongjoong jerked back, a mixture of anger, confusion, and concern swirling in his stomach. Concerned how they’d take care of their baby as idols, confused as to how she was pregnant, angry it would have to be announced to his girlfriend.

“I..how..what..when? How far are you!?”

Seonghwa began to cry harder, her shoulders shaking.

“I don’t know! I’m three months along, maybe my birth control pill didn’t work…I don’t know how it happened but it did. You’re going to be a dad and…”

Suddenly Hongjoong’s hands were on her shoulders, his face close to her own. He didn’t look angry, not sad either; just..confused.

“Hey, we’re going to figure this out, we have to start by telling everyone. And if Jaydah says anything…then don’t worry about it okay? You’re gonna be a mom to my child, and we’re gonna take care of this baby together okay?”

Their eyes met, suddenly the world around them disappeared. It wasn’t clear who leaned in first. Their lips pressed firmly together in a soft kiss, Hongjoong’s hands still resting on Seongwha’s shoulders. After a few seconds the kiss broke, the two looking into each others eyes; unsure of what to say.

“It’s going to be okay.”

Seonghwa nodded, “yeah.”

•

The kiss replayed in Seongwha’s mind as they headed back, Hongjoong’s hand resting on her lower back for reassurance. He’d kissed her, they’d kissed. What did it mean now? Entering the backstage area Hongjoong took a deep breath,

“Ready? Does anyone else know?”

“Yeosang.”

Hongjoong nodded, “you’re gonna be a good mom okay? No matter what.”

Seonghwa nodded, offering a small smile.

“Yeah, okay.”

Approaching the group Hongjoong’s hand moved to squeeze her own, the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by his girlfriend who sneered.

“What’s this!? Holding hands!? Seriously?”

“Stop, and listen. We have something we need to tell you.”

The room fell silent, Yeosang offering a nod in Seongwha’s direction. The woman nodded back before speaking.

“I..went to the doctors today because I’ve been sick, and..I got my results back. The reason I’ve been so sick is because…I’m pregnant, and it’s Hongjoong’s baby. I’m about three months along so our baby should be showing themselves soon.”

Her hand rested subconsciously on her stomach, already imagining the little bump that would appear over the next few months. It felt more real now, she was having a baby. Hongjoong’s baby…the man she…

“You’re joking. Seriously joong!? Getting another woman pregnant.”

“It was befit we got together, don’t act this way.”

The woman scoffed, grabbing her bag.

“Don’t worry, I can’t be with a man that’s impregnating random women.”

With Jaydah gone the room went silent, Hongjoong’s jaw tensed as he turned to the woman who was leaving.

“She’s not a random woman! She’s my best friend and mother of my child, maybe it’s best you leave so I can focus on my child and not a spoiled brat.”

The woman’s jaw dropped, only huffing as she left. The room was silent before everyone burst into laughter.

“Damn captain, savage as always.”

San laughed, before getting up to hug the two.

“But congratulations on the baby! You two are going to be great parents!”

The group got up one by one, eventually forming a group hug. Everything was going to be okay, they had each other. Seongwha looked at Hongjoong over the members heads, their eyes locking. A smile formed on Hongjoong’s face, mouthing a ‘ I’m proud of you’ Seongwha would be lying if she said she didn’t cry again.

•

It had been 2 months since the two announced the pregnancy, Seongwha was currently laying on the table in the doctors office; her shirt pushed up just below her breast while Hongjoong sat next to her. His hand in hers as they waited for the doctor.

Hongjoong had become more attentive, more strict with the other members to not accidentally hurt the mother of his child; he’d even bought the two of them an apartment to raise their baby in without the other members being around. Hongjoong was acting as a father should, but maybe Seongwha wanted more. Maybe she wanted him to act like her boyfriend as well, kiss her head and hold her; cherish and love her the way she loved…the way she loved him.

She’d been in love with him since they’d began this whole friends with benefits thing, now they were having a baby together; and the feelings only grew more intense. Her eyes drifted over to the man, his eyes were glued to his phone; typing a reply back to Eden who was working on their new albums beats.

“Father of the year award.”

She joked, playfully rolling her eyes. Hongjoong laughed, putting his phone away immediately.

“Gotta make money for our baby Seongwha. You don’t want our little one sleeping in a box do you.”

She giggled, squeezing his hand tighter.

“Our baby is going to have much more luxuries than most babies have Hongjoong, the most spoiled baby in South Korea. Speaking of which, when should we announce our pregnancy to the public? I’m getting huge here.”

It was true, her bump was significantly larger than it had been when she first discovered she was pregnant. A noticable curve pushing against her tight shirts, but easily hidden under Hongjoong’s baggy ones. Atiny had already noticed she was wearing Hongjoong’s clothes, which had spawned a dating rumor, it was denied of course. They weren’t dating, but Seongwha wished they were.

Hongjoong hummed, leaning forward a bit.

“Well, the announcement of us having a baby coming after a denied dating rumor? A bit odd don’t you think? I want to tell atiny, I want to share our baby with our fans, but…I dunno, I don’t want it to seem like we lied. Even though we didn’t, we aren’t dating but..”

His cheeks heated up, looking away for a moment.

“I want to…I want to date you.”

Seongwha blushed now, her cheeks red before she coughed to clear her throat.

“Perfect confession Casanova. We’re in a doctor office.”

Hongjoong laughed again, god she loved that laugh; she hoped their baby laughed like him.

“Listen, let’s talk about it after okay? I’m too excited to see our baby.”

Seonghwa nodded as the doctor came in, having all the materials he needed.

“Well good afternoon you two, sorry I’m late. I’m doctor Min, you must be Miss Park and Mr. Kim .”

The pair nodded, holding hands a little tighter now.

“ Now before we start the ultrasound, are there any questions you have pertaining to the pregnancy? I understand you’re both idols so I’ll go ahead and recommend you both take a 3 month hiatus starting at about 8 months pregnant in order to monitor the pregnancy. Is that alright?”

Hongjoong nodded,

“Shouldn’t it be seven months? Eight seems to be cutting it close.”

Four month hiatus? They’d be dropping their album then, they’d miss promotions.

“That works as well, now; ready to see your baby?”

The pair nodded, their hands joined as they eyes focused on the screen. The gel was cold on Seonghwa’s stomach making her shiver a bit, earning a soft giggle from Hongjoong. A few seconds later their baby appeared on the screen, Seongwha’s eyes went wide; tears immediately pooling in them. Hongjoong’s own eyes were wet with tears as well, staring in awe at the screen that showed his child. Their child.

“There’s your baby, would you like to know the sex? We can tell right about now and you both can get started on a nursery and clothes.”

“Yes.”

They both spoke at the same time, watching as the doctor moved the wand a bit more.

“Well, it seems you two are expecting a baby boy. Congratulations!”

A boy, they were having a son!?

“Our son, Seongwha that’s our son.”

Hongjoong smiled widely, getting up and pressing a soft kiss on Seongwha’s lips. Taken by surprise she kissed him back, allowing herself to enjoy this moment. They’d be welcoming their baby boy soon, and they couldn’t wait for that moment to come.

Returning back to their apartment Seongwha yawned as she sat down on the couch, running her fingers through her long hair. It’d gotten longer since they first found out they were expecting a baby, now down to her mid back.

“You look beautiful, you know that?”

Hongjoong sat beside her, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. Seonghwa blushed, laying her head against the crook of his neck; breathing in his cologne. Her heart began to beat faster, looking up at the man who looked back at her.

“Did you mean it? When you said you wanted to date me?”

Hongjoong’s eyes softened, tilting her chin up as he smiled.

“Seongwha of course I did, I…I love you. And I was foolish for not realizing it sooner. I love you, and I’ll do anything to protect you and our baby. I know the other members will too.”

Seongwha smiled, happy tears coming to her eyes.

“I love you, I always have Hongjoong.”

The pair leaned in, pressing their lips together as they shared a passionate kiss. Hongjoong’s hands moved to her lower back, pulling the woman impossibly closer as the kiss deepened. The moment Seongwha had been waiting for for months, after a few minutes the couple parted. Their foreheads pressed together.

“I love you, will you be my girlfriend? I love you.”

Hongjoong kissed her forehead softly. Seonghwa nodded, her head falling against his shoulder.

“Of course I will, I love you too.”

The couple relaxed in each others embrace, happy to finally be together.

•

It was two months later when they’d decided to tell Atiny. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were set to begin their hiatus soon, the apartment was already baby proofed; the nursery was done, all there was left to do was wait for their baby to arrive into the world. In two months of dating Hongjoong had showered Seongwha with gifts, affection, support. He was already showing how much of a good father he’d be, a good future husband. The two agreed marriage was a long way off, even if they’d be having a baby soon. They didn’t mind taking it slow.

“Hurry up guys, I think uncle Wooyoung might explode if he can’t cut the cake soon.”

Mingi laughed at the second youngest member, Wooyoung had been the most excited about being an uncle. Ready to shower his nephew in love and affection.

“My nephew will be here in two months! Can you blame me! Uncle Woo is gonna spoil him so much!”

The group members laughed, Seonghwa and Hongjoong sitting in the middle of everyone as the camera was set up. They’d agreed to do a gender reveal following the pregnancy and dating announcement, the members each had confetti poppers with blue confetti in them. Everything was ready to begin. Seonghwa brushed her hair out of her face, which didn’t go unnoticed by San who quickly secured a scrunchie in her hair tying it in a low ponytail.

“Feel better Noona?”

“Much, thank you Sannie.”

The camera started rolling, the members faces filling the screen as Atiny began flooding in.

“Hello Atiny! As you can see from the title we have a bit of an announcement. Well, a few announcements! The first one we’ll get out of the way but…our comeback is going to be a bit different this time around as we are going on hiatus.”

The comments ramped up, confusion and some anger flooding in.

“Don’t be angry Atiny! We have a good reason.”

Yunho pouted, he was reading the comments.

“Yunho is right, that leads us to our next announcement.”

Hongjoong held Seonghwa’s hand, gently kissing it.

“Seonghwa and I are dating! She’s my girlfriend, and..the mother of my child. We’re having a baby atiny!”

The comments stopped suddenly, before immediately being flooded with hearts. Overpowering the few angry face emojis. They’d known angry reactions would come, yet they didn’t care.

“We’re going to be uncles! Can I cut the cake now!”

Wooyoung was wiggling in his spot next to the cake, Seonghwa giggled softly.

“In just a moment, Atiny; do you want to know the gender of our baby? They’re due very soon hence why the group is going on hiatus.”

The comments were overwhelmingly answers of ‘yes’ and ‘please tell us’. The members prepared their party poppers waiting for the couple to announce it.

“Well..Hongjoong want to tell them?”

Hongjoong nodded, “well Atiny, we’re having…a baby boy! I’m going to have a son!”

The confetti showered over them, the blue paper fluttering to the floor. Wooyoung looked to the couple who nodded, immediately cutting the cake only to grab a slice on his hand and smear the blue icing all over their faces.

The couple laughed, Seongwha’s hand resting protectively on her large bump. Celebrating her pregnancy with her favorite people and fans was something she’d always dreamed of, now it was real. She was having a baby with the man she loved, a beautiful baby boy they’d welcome in just two short months. The couple shared a soft kiss on camera, the rest of the night belonged to them.

•

It was 2am when Seonghwa began to writhe in pain. Nine months pregnant, she was ready to pop; and it seemed like that time was now.

“Hongjoong, it hurts…”

Hongjoong immediately switched on the lights, carefully helping his girlfriend sit up.

“Is it the baby!? Are you okay!? Do we need to go to the hospital!?”

Seonghwa nodded, a wet feeling between her legs suddenly made her gasp.

“Fuck..we need to go now.”

Her water had broken, their baby would be coming soon. Hongjoong helped Seonghwa out of the bed, grabbing their hospital bag and the baby’s bag before heading out to the car, squickly making their way to the hospital. The whole drive Seongwha’s cries of pain progressively grew louder, her hands clutching her stomach as Hongjoong drove as fast as he could.

“We’re almost there baby, don’t worry, It’ll be okay.”

Hongjoong’s hand rubbed her thigh, making sure she was as relaxed as possible. Arriving to the hospital the couple made their way to the receptionist desk,

“Excuse me, my girlfriend is in labor!”

Hongjoong held onto his lover, keeping her steady on her feet despite the pain. The couple were immediately taken to labor and delivery, Seongwha was changed into a gown; her hair tied up in a messy bun as she lay in the hospital bed. Hongjoong next to her squeezing her hand.

“I’m here, soon we’ll have our baby boy.”

His lips pressed against her forehead, Seongwha grunted in pain as she nodded.

“I know it just hurts…so fucking bad!”

A scream came from her throat, hands squeezing the railing. It wouldn’t be long now.

•

Hours later their baby boy had been born, cuddled up to his mother’s bare chest; Hongjoong stared in awe at the small baby. His nose was slightly pointed like his own, but his remaining features matched his mother’s.

“He’s so beautiful, just like his mom.”

Seongwha nodded, happily cradling the baby against her chest. She had everything she could ever dream of, a loving boyfriend, a career she loved, and now a baby boy. Her little star.

“Our little star. Your uncles are going to be so excited to meet you.”

• to be continued •

|| I know I know cliff hanger! I just really didn’t want this to drag!!

[your-local-uwu-artist]

It was a warm day in June. The sun was shining brightly. It was the last day of school. Then, I’d be done for good (unless I went to college). my classes seem to take forever. Then it’s graduation time. My mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, and younger sister are in the front row. My friend, Katherina maze, is called first. Then Fiona kettle, Mazza grave, and Anthony Brass. Then, my name, Timpani Ozona, is called. My family is cheering louder than ever before. In fact, my 4th grader sister, flute, even got her cheerleading squad to do a cheer for me! I was smiling wider than ever. I get to study to be a doctor, my dream job. I was excited, but might have gotten a bit carried away when I did a front flip in front of the audience. I go back to my spot, feeling awesome.” After everyone was called, me and my friends walked home. ‘How lucky!’ Kate exclaims. Her twin sister, Jane, replies in a know-it-all voice, “it takes skill, not luck.” Then she turns to me and congratulates me. When I get home, I get no break. We went out to Zina’s grill, my favorite. Then we went to get cake, where I bump into my friend celine. She congratulated me then says “tell me everything you learn, alright?” “I’ll try,” I reply. “I have to leave on august 1st. See you!” When we return home, I pack for college. It is in Madica, Cleveland. I’ll have to go live there. ✨S U D D E N L Y✨, my best friend hope pops up out of nowhere. “Agh! You scared me!” “We can be roommates!” She says excitedly. “Yes!” I say. The rest of the days go by in a blur. However, I can remember something late said. My old boyfriend, Dane, totally dumped me. I was sad for a while. Kate told me. “If you get an awesome boyfriend tell me!!!” Hope pipes up. Her little sister piper is there. She and my sis are BFFS. Three days later, I’m speechless. “Wow” I say, taking in all of Cleveland university of tequila. A guide shows us around. It’s amazing. I hear hope suddenly ask if we can be roommates. “You’ll have to talk to ms. Paleo.” He paused for a moment. “Do you have your books?” “Yes!” “Good. Your classroom is over here.” He says, pointing to a room marked ‘275’ I find two empty desks. We sit down. “Okay class, open to page 52 in the human body: anatomy and workings.” The days go by, and I learn a lot…

It is late august. I am twenty-three years old, and I still keep a diary. I don’t know why. Today this morning I went for a walk, but something told me to bring my first aid kit. I brought a fold up stretcher (are injuries really that severe today???) and stuff to set a broken bone (I’m a total weirdo). I had been strolling happily for five minutes when I heard something interesting. I saw two TOD (tribe of darkness) boys pestering- no, threatening another. They were slowly inching closer so he’d fall off. I caught one word tho: “you’re so scared you belong on the human side haha” they laugh. Why are they laughing, I wondered, why are they pushing someone off Cliff Cleveland, which is 150,000 meters tall. I set up my portable elevator (tons of technology, right? It’s the year of 2109. I climb down it, but it’s too late. The sound of somebody falling echoes through the canyon. He took quite a fall. I pull out the stretcher, and go somewhere where my supplies are. I’m thought learning learning how to treat TOD people was completely worthless, but it paid off BIG TIME. thirty minutes or so later, while I’m fixing myself a cup of tea, I hear a noise. I quickly head back to the room. He looks confused. I hadn’t really thought about what I’d do once he woke up. He starts squirming. He’s obviously trying to get out. He needs to stay 25 more minutes. I was warned about this. I also took psychology (I was a very lucky girl. Not many girls went to college. I had to get 100% on every assignment and had to do 15 sheets of extra credit every night. I had to work very hard.) I also learned that TOD people need to stay in bed for an hour. There were still twenty three minutes left.

@interdimensionalvoid ????????????????????????????????

[hawkins-runaway]

Hello fellow humans my name is Jamie :D

I’m Jamie Byers I’m 12 years old well almost but it’s practically the same thing right?

I’ve heard from people that keeping a diary can help you process your emotions especially in scary situations where you have no idea what’s even going on anymore.

Um I recently found out that my father was married to another woman before I was born and apparently I have two half brothers named Johnathan and Will.

Things have been confusing but i think im finally in the right place both literally and metaphorically

Sneaking on a bus is surprisingly easy

(Home isn’t always where your family is I don’t know why I ever loved him)

Well I might as well tell you a few things about myself if you’re going to be sticking around.

Okay um I’d like to be the president of the USA when I grow up I’d like to implement my ideas to make our world a better and safer place. My dream college is Harvard which I have to get into or…

I’m currently in eighth grade and am the so called “shrimp” of my class :((

My favourite subject is maths because no matter where you go maths will always be the same, I’d like to think it’s one of the things in my life that will never change because 11 x 12 is 121 on all seven continents.

I really like Vashti Bunyan her voice comforts me when I get too nervous or when things turn vio- loud

I hope I can make friends here :D

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Jamie Byers lore

-James “Jamie” Byers is the product of an affair that Lonnie had in 1975 with 21 year old waitress Judith Holloway.

-Lonnie kept his existence a secret from his ex wife and children although he would visit little Jamie once or twice a month on “work trips”

-His mother was mostly absent from his life as she was working two-three jobs to support Jamie and herself.she tried her best to be their for him and one of the activities the two bonded over was reading books together Jamie’s favourite story was Charlottes web.

-He’s been living with Lonnie since his mother died in a car accident in 1982

-Lonnie believed that he could “save” Jamie from turning out like Johnathan and Will seeing the boy as a blank slate to start over on.

-Jamie had a fear of disappointing and upsetting his father so he’d pretend to like hunting baseball and other masculine activities if it meant his father’s happiness.

-Like all Byers kids he has his own fair share of trauma

-His father saw his academic potential and convinced Jamie that the only way to be successful was to get a well paying job such as a lawyer,doctor or scientist but being an overachiever craving his fathers approval Jamie wanted to become the future president of the USA and become a Harvard graduate

-Jamie has skipped two grades (second and fifth grade) and was an eight grader in 1986

-Grew up horrified of getting below an a- on tests

-Spring of 1986 he received his report card and found out his grades had been slipping. Afraid of disappointing his father he did the only logical thing he could think of and ran away to a town where he’s only visited once for the small chance of meeting his fathers ex wife and his half brothers.

-He arrived in Hawkins during the “earth quake” and is able to wander around where ever without drawing any suspicion.

-He has gotten himself into more than he bargained for.

-Skill issue

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Appearance

-4’8

-light brown/dirty blond wavy hair in a shaggy bowl cut (😞)

-big brown eyes

-Looks like he’d drown in a puddle

-wears round frame glasses because he has astigmatism.

-Has two moles one under the left side of his lip and the other below his right eye

-Last seen wearing a long sleeved yellow and orange shirt,red and white varsity jacket , baggy jeans, green beanie and an old green back pack which has seen better days.

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Storyline (to be continued)

-Briefly appeared in season 1 when Lonnie went to Wills funeral because he couldn’t find a baby sitter although Jamie was too young to process what was actually going on. It wasn’t until three years later when he realised that Joyce was his father’s ex wife and her children were his half siblings.

-Arrives in Hawkins during season 4 following the events of the “earth quake”

-May or may not be targeted by Vecna because in season 5 he’s the same age Will was when he was taken to the upside down.

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Additional info

-Claims he’s a year older than actually is to seem more mature and cool

-His middle name is Anthony

-His favourite colour is green

-His favourite candies are plain m&ms and the strawberry cream Chupa Chups lollipop while his favourite fruit is strawberry.

-His favourite song is the train song by Vashti Bunyan if he ever got Vecnad I’d like to think that would be the song that brings him out of his trance.

-Has a very good memory

-Can be annoying at times if he lived in the 2020s he’d be one of those brainrotted Gen alphas who say “erm what the sigma”

-Very impulsive person “oh no I got a d- on my report card I guess it’s time to runaway to a place I’ve only been too once because my child self viewed it as a comforting place”

-Now that he’s reached Hawkins he genuinely doesn’t know what to do, he’s feeling anxious about meeting his older half brothers and their mom, he feels guilty over being the product of an affair.

-People are too caught up in the aftermath of the “earth quake” to notice that a little kid ran away from home and is currently loitering by Hawkins library.

-The only people in Hawkins he’s met are Joyce and Johnathan he was intimidated by Johnathan at first although he warmed up to him, he was fascinated by Joyce and was envious of Johnathan for having her as a mother.

-liar liar pants on fire

Ooc

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-this is an entirely self indulgent blog

-be prepared for mild cringe

-I’m a minor and the character is like 11-12 years old so please don’t be weird.

-That’s really all

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[mykastory]

Dating apps suck.

I finally matched with a guy who seemed okay.

He was a strong Christian, Korean American, and a year older than me.

One of his photos was at a place that I had also been, so once we matched, I (uncharacteristically) 먼저 말 걸었어 asking if it was where I thought it was.

Turned out it was, and we ended up chatting for quite some time.

He lived in the same area for much longer than me and offered to be my tour guide.

I had my reservations about him but he sent me his license to prove his age and also his naturalization certificate to show me where he was - on two different days, far enough apart for me not to be suspicious.

With his positive, upbeat attitude and sincere, thoughtful questions, it finally got to a point where I felt a little comfortable with giving him my number.

I was deciding when to let him know that he had worn down my defenses when I suddenly had to go back to Korea because of my father.

Ever since going back to Korea, my dad hadn’t been feeling well. Eventually he 입원했어 and after about 3 weeks, in the span of a week, they found he had a cerebral aneurysm which progressed to hydrocephalus, and then a cyst which turned out to be a tumor and then suddenly spread throughout the brain at a speed that the doctors had never seen before.

My sister had been recording what the doctors said to them so that I could explain it to them in a way that they understood, and once I understood the gravity of the situation, I was torn between whether to go for his funeral or to go now to teach mom and my sis how to take care of him before he passed. I decided the latter made more sense because the funeral is for other people whereas if I went now, it would be for his care which is why I became a nurse in the first place. I booked my ticket and was getting ready, when…

I woke up one morning to a bunch of missed calls and texts from my mom, sis, and BIL.

Got in touch with my sis and she tells me to get on the next plane because my dad took a turn for the worst - his O2 demand kept increasing and making him unstable.

“Oh, and btw… 큰아빠 just passed away too…”

He had recently broken his hip and was in the hospital waiting surgery when a fat embolism hit and he had an MI. He had also been crying for weeks since my dad was hospitalized, “동생을 어떻게 먼저 보내~”

I drove down to my BIL’s house to grab my dad’s favorite suit and got on the next plane to Korea, praying that he would wait for me before he passed.

Luckily I got to Korea in time. I was able to clean up his body and make him feel comfortable before he took his last breath, just four hours after I got there, and two days after his big brother had gone first to pave the way.

I’m so grateful that I was there to be able to take care of things - contacting his friends, funeral arrangements, 삼일장, embalmment, burial… One bit of silver lining is that I was able to redeem myself to a lot of people who thought I was a 깍쟁이 brat! Seeing how well I handled everything and took care of things by myself (“like the son mom and dad never had”) made people see me in a different light. I feel like I got my redemption and that everyone finally sees me for who I really am, which is one of the reasons why I became a nurse. Mission success! Thank you, God.

RIP daddy, I miss you and love you so much. Thank you for everything. You gave up everything for us. I will never forget that and will do everything in my power to honor you and your wishes.

So… during this dark time, I was surprised to see J reach out to me.

When I left, I had texted him from my phone (he had given me his number a while ago but I never had a given him mine), telling him that the tour would have to wait as I had to go to Korea all of a sudden because my dad took a turn for the worst (he knew that he was sick in the hospital and that I was planning on going).

He had some very kind words, and then a few weeks later, sent me a sermon that he thought I might like, followed by a CCM song about a week later.

I was touched by his consistency and contacted him when I got back.

After numerous deep conversations via text and phone, I agreed to meet him for a date.

Against my better judgment, I let him pick me up at my place. My friends pointed out that since I was moving soon, it would be okay.

He came by with a bottle of wine and cake.

“Is this your way of inviting yourself over after our dinner and movie?”

His bday had just passed and he found out that my bday was not too long ago, either, so he said it was “solely for me to enjoy.”

Sure buddy.

We had an early dinner at a cute Italian place near my house and then went to a cafe for coffee/tea.

Great conversation but after an hour with another hour to go before the movie started, I got antsy so we decided to hot box in his car lol

Bad idea. I guess I forgot how paranoid I get when I smoke.

I started to freak out, wondering what would happen if he tried to use his strength against me.

But there’s something I should tell you about him before that.

He confided to me a week or so before we met that he suffered from moyamoya disease and had had a stroke which left his left hand and foot paralyzed.

He said he could walk fine but could only text with his right hand.

It threw me off but I came to terms and was fine with it.

When he picked me up, I noticed him limping but he also said he had hurt his knee so maybe that was it, but then everywhere we went, he would only park in the handicap spot, leading me to believe that the limp was his baseline and not a result of the recent knee pain.

Surely, I could take on a hemiplegic?

Also, side note. Ever since we ate, he had this black piece of something - I’m guessing a spice - stuck in his teeth. I wanted to tell him but I’m really bad at bringing that kind of stuff up. I just let it bother me and ruin my whole image of that person. I know, it’s horrible.

So anyway, up until this point, I was evaluating whether I would be able to handle his hemiplegia and leaning positive because we really clicked emotionally. He checked a lot of my other boxes that were more important, like being a strong Christian and being vocal about how much he cares for and appreciates me. But you know how when you smoke, 사람 내면이 나와? Well, the 내면 of his that I saw wasn’t great. He kinda did a 180 and wasn’t as nice as before and only seemed interested in making out when I was trying to tell him a story.

Since I’m skeeved out by how fast he turned creepy and not really feeling it, I figure I’ll experiment. Let’s not tell him about that thing stuck in his teeth and see how he reacts to it when he gets home and finds out he had that in there all night. Will he be confident enough to brush it off, tell me, and laugh about it? Or will he just be embarrassed and never talk to me again? Or will he pretend like it never happened? Or will he never know that it was there cuz he brushes his teeth as soon as he gets home? Lol

We watched a movie (which he changed last minute -_-), during which he kept trying to kiss me but I tried to stay focused on the screen.

Afterwards, he drove me home and we were sitting in the car - him trying to find some way to get me to let him up and me trying to say goodbye.

I let him have a little fun with me - it never gets old hearing a guy gush about how hot your body is :p - but despite my trying to keep it PG-13 and saying no to his advances, he kept trying to push me further. Honestly, I was a liiiiiiiiitle bit tempted cuz it’s been a long time and I was super horny. But I didn’t want him to think that he could buy his way into my house with a cheap bottle of wine and cake from Publix. Puh-lease. I have more self respect than that.

I started to get annoyed and told him to cool it - and he would, only to try again five mins later.

At some point I got tired of hearing his begging and said goodbye and got out of the car.

He called me after I walked inside and he got back on the road, but he kept saying how he wanted to turn back around and to let him in.

After about a bajillion no’s and 하지마’s, I hung up on him.

He usually sends me a song to wake up to with a good morning text, but there was none the next day.

Just a few casual texts here and there, usually only lasting one or two exchanges.

Is it embarrassment from finding out he had that spice stuck in his teeth?

Did he lose interest cuz I didn’t sleep with him on the first date? Although he did say how endearing he found that I was so “shy” despite our racy texts.

Does he think I rejected him cuz of his hemiplegia?

근데… 안물안궁 ㅋㅋㅋ

The dark side I saw of him is enough to make me lose interest so it doesn’t really matter.

What I do know is that I was able to hold my own.

I used to be afraid to be vocal or disagree or push back against the grain, but apparently, not anymore. I was able to voice how I feel and advocate for myself.

I think it must be from nursing. Ever since I started nursing and learned to advocate for my patient, I feel like that made it easier to advocate for myself.

I was also able to resist physical temptation. Old me would’ve given in to the sexual tension and brought him upstairs, but I knew that the physical connection would strengthen our emotional connection and I didn’t trust him enough to let that happen yet. I tried to explain this to him multiple times but he didn’t seem to understand. *shrug

As bad as it makes me feel, I’m kind of glad that I don’t have to deal with the burden of… him.

I miss the connection we shared, because I really thought he might be the one, but the small bits that he showed me of his dark side were real eye openers. I think you always gotta trust your gut instinct.

I don’t know if i still believe him to be out there…

The original, hopeful part of me does,

but the old, jaded side of me wonders if the reason why I always cried at weddings was because I knew I would never get one…

No… that’s not true… I don’t believe that.

I believe I will find love.

That was the other thing.

The reason why I thought he might be the one is because I met him after I started praying 배우자 기도.

이번은 아니었지만 it was also a great opportunity to help me learn more about myself in a relationship.

Paving the way towards the final one?

[sunny6677]

It was a warm day in June. The sun was shining brightly. It was the last day of school. Then, I’d be done for good (unless I went to college). my classes seem to take forever. Then it’s graduation time. My mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, and younger sister are in the front row. My friend, Katherina maze, is called first. Then Fiona kettle, Mazza grave, and Anthony Brass. Then, my name, Timpani Ozona, is called. My family is cheering louder than ever before. In fact, my 4th grader sister, flute, even got her cheerleading squad to do a cheer for me! I was smiling wider than ever. I get to study to be a doctor, my dream job. I was excited, but might have gotten a bit carried away when I did a front flip in front of the audience. I go back to my spot, feeling awesome.” After everyone was called, me and my friends walked home. ‘How lucky!’ Kate exclaims. Her twin sister, Jane, replies in a know-it-all voice, “it takes skill, not luck.” Then she turns to me and congratulates me. When I get home, I get no break. We went out to Zina’s Mexican grill, my favorite. Then we went to get cake, where I bump into my friend celine. She congratulated me then says “tell me everything you learn, alright?” “I’ll try,” I reply. “I have to leave on august 1st. See you!” When we return home, I pack for college. It is in Madica, Cleveland. I’ll have to go live there. ✨S U D D E N L Y✨, my best friend hope pops up out of nowhere. “Agh! You scared me!” “We can be roommates!” She says excitedly. “Yes!” I say. The rest of the days go by in a blur. However, I can remember something late said. My old boyfriend, Dane, totally dumped me. I was sad for a while. Kate told me. “If you get an awesome boyfriend tell me!!!” Hope pipes up. Her little sister piper is there. She and my sis are BFFS. Three days later, I’m speechless. “Wow” I say, taking in all of Cleveland university of tequila. A guide shows us around. It’s amazing. I hear hope suddenly ask if we can be roommates. “You’ll have to talk to ms. Paleo.” He paused for a moment. “Do you have your books?” “Yes!” “Good. Your classroom is over here.” He says, pointing to a room marked ‘275’ I find two empty desks. We sit down. “Okay class, open to page 52 in the human body: anatomy and workings.” The days go by, and I learn a lot… 

It is late august. I am twenty-three years old, and I still keep a diary. I don’t know why. Today this morning I went for a walk, but something told me to bring my first aid kit. I brought a fold up stretcher (are injuries really that severe today???) and stuff to set a broken bone (I’m a total weirdo). I had been strolling happily for five minutes when I heard something interesting. I saw two TOD (tribe of darkness) boys pestering- no, threatening another. They were slowly inching closer so he’d fall off. I caught one word tho: “you’re so scared you belong on the human side haha” they laugh. Why are they laughing, I wondered, why are they pushing someone off Cliff Cleveland, which is 150,000 meters tall. I set up my portable elevator (tons of technology, right? It’s the year of 2109. I climb down it, but it’s too late. The sound of somebody falling echoes through the canyon. He took quite a fall. I pull out the stretcher, and go somewhere where my supplies are. I’m thought learning learning how to treat TOD people was completely worthless, but it paid off BIG TIME. thirty minutes or so later, while I’m fixing myself a cup of tea, I hear a noise. I quickly head back to the room. He looks confused. I hadn’t really thought about what I’d do once he woke up. He starts squirming. He’s obviously trying to get out. He needs to stay 25 more minutes. I was warned about this. I also took psychology (I was a very lucky girl. Not many girls went to college. I had to get 100% on every assignment and had to do 15 sheets of extra credit every night. I had to work very hard.) I also learned that TOD people need to stay in bed for an hour. There were still twenty three minutes left.

The fitness gram pacer test is a multi state aerobic capaci— /ref /j

[crossover-enthusiast]

It was a warm day in June. The sun was shining brightly. It was the last day of school. Then, I’d be done for good (unless I went to college). my classes seem to take forever. Then it’s graduation time. My mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, and younger sister are in the front row. My friend, Katherina maze, is called first. Then Fiona kettle, Mazza grave, and Anthony Brass. Then, my name, Timpani Ozona, is called. My family is cheering louder than ever before. In fact, my 4th grader sister, flute, even got her cheerleading squad to do a cheer for me! I was smiling wider than ever. I get to study to be a doctor, my dream job. I was excited, but might have gotten a bit carried away when I did a front flip in front of the audience. I go back to my spot, feeling awesome.” After everyone was called, me and my friends walked home. ‘How lucky!’ Kate exclaims. Her twin sister, Jane, replies in a know-it-all voice, “it takes skill, not luck.” Then she turns to me and congratulates me. When I get home, I get no break. We went out to Zina’s Mexican grill, my favorite. Then we went to get cake, where I bump into my friend celine. She congratulated me then says “tell me everything you learn, alright?” “I’ll try,” I reply. “I have to leave on august 1st. See you!” When we return home, I pack for college. It is in Madica, Cleveland. I’ll have to go live there. ✨S U D D E N L Y✨, my best friend hope pops up out of nowhere. “Agh! You scared me!” “We can be roommates!” She says excitedly. “Yes!” I say. The rest of the days go by in a blur. However, I can remember something late said. My old boyfriend, Dane, totally dumped me. I was sad for a while. Kate told me. “If you get an awesome boyfriend tell me!!!” Hope pipes up. Her little sister piper is there. She and my sis are BFFS. Three days later, I’m speechless. “Wow” I say, taking in all of Cleveland university of tequila. A guide shows us around. It’s amazing. I hear hope suddenly ask if we can be roommates. “You’ll have to talk to ms. Paleo.” He paused for a moment. “Do you have your books?” “Yes!” “Good. Your classroom is over here.” He says, pointing to a room marked ‘275’ I find two empty desks. We sit down. “Okay class, open to page 52 in the human body: anatomy and workings.” The days go by, and I learn a lot… 

It is late august. I am twenty-three years old, and I still keep a diary. I don’t know why. Today this morning I went for a walk, but something told me to bring my first aid kit. I brought a fold up stretcher (are injuries really that severe today???) and stuff to set a broken bone (I’m a total weirdo). I had been strolling happily for five minutes when I heard something interesting. I saw two TOD (tribe of darkness) boys pestering- no, threatening another. They were slowly inching closer so he’d fall off. I caught one word tho: “you’re so scared you belong on the human side haha” they laugh. Why are they laughing, I wondered, why are they pushing someone off Cliff Cleveland, which is 150,000 meters tall. I set up my portable elevator (tons of technology, right? It’s the year of 2109. I climb down it, but it’s too late. The sound of somebody falling echoes through the canyon. He took quite a fall. I pull out the stretcher, and go somewhere where my supplies are. I’m thought learning learning how to treat TOD people was completely worthless, but it paid off BIG TIME. thirty minutes or so later, while I’m fixing myself a cup of tea, I hear a noise. I quickly head back to the room. He looks confused. I hadn’t really thought about what I’d do once he woke up. He starts squirming. He’s obviously trying to get out. He needs to stay 25 more minutes. I was warned about this. I also took psychology (I was a very lucky girl. Not many girls went to college. I had to get 100% on every assignment and had to do 15 sheets of extra credit every night. I had to work very hard.) I also learned that TOD people need to stay in bed for an hour. There were still twenty three minutes left.

V O I D P L E A S E

[notesfrompublicschool-blog]

Notes from Public School (2023-2024) - Day 38

When I lived in Mali, my friends taught me an African proverb - “I am because we are. We are because I am.”

This is ubuntu.

Compassion and humanity.

I love it.

I try to live it, too.

My school is a part of me.

I am a part of my school.

The world is a part of me.

I am a part of the world.

My community is a part of me.

I am a part of my community.

If I give my gifts and talents, if I give myself, to my community, then it becomes a more human community.

If my community gives it’s gifts and talents to me, if it gives itself, to me, then I become a more human human being.

We become.

Together.

That’s the way community works.

I tried to write this proverb into a small story.

Here it is.

Gabby took the bus home to her apartment.

“Cómo estás, Luisa?” she asked the small woman in the window seat as she sat down beside her.

“Bien,” she answered. “A little tired. I cleaned a lot of rooms at the motel today. Y tu?”

“Si, bien. Un poco cansado, tambien. I scrambled a lot of eggs at the Scrambled Egg. I can’t wait to put my feet up and rest them. What you doing this evening?”

“I’m going to cook for my family and take my daughter to help me clean the doctor’s office. Then I’ll rest.”

Gabby put her arm around Luisa’s shoulder and hugged her.

“Eres una buena mujer,” she said. I’m glad you’re my friend.

“Y tu, mi Amiga. Y tu.”

Gabby got off the bus in front of her apartment on the west side of the city. She lived on the west side of town. She and her neighbors didn’t have much money, but they did have a lot of kindness for each other.

‘Sup Gabby. How you doin’?” asked Bryant, who everyone called Big B. He had just come home from his job as a mechanic at the auto shop.

“Hola Big B. Not much. Just glad to be home. How was your day?”

“It was all good. The squeaky wheel got the grease, as they say, today and ev’ry day.”

“One of these days I’m gonna buy a car and the only person I’m gonna let work on it is you.”

“Deal. If you need anything, let me know, okay?”

“Sure thing! Same here.”

“You could come over and cook up some steak and eggs for me, you know.”

“Ugh, anything except that. I’ve cooked enough steak and eggs today...and ev’ry day!”

“Bet. I’m jus’ kiddin’ wit’ cha. Night Gabby. Take care.”

“Night B. You take care, too.”

[hershelwidget]

It was a warm day in June. The sun was shining brightly. It was the last day of school. Then, I’d be done for good (unless I went to college). my classes seem to take forever. Then it’s graduation time. My mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, and younger sister are in the front row. My friend, Katherina maze, is called first. Then Fiona kettle, Mazza grave, and Anthony Brass. Then, my name, Timpani Ozona, is called. My family is cheering louder than ever before. In fact, my 4th grader sister, flute, even got her cheerleading squad to do a cheer for me! I was smiling wider than ever. I get to study to be a doctor, my dream job. I was excited, but might have gotten a bit carried away when I did a front flip in front of the audience. I go back to my spot, feeling awesome.” After everyone was called, me and my friends walked home. ‘How lucky!’ Kate exclaims. Her twin sister, Jane, replies in a know-it-all voice, “it takes skill, not luck.” Then she turns to me and congratulates me. When I get home, I get no break. We went out to Zina’s grill, my favorite. Then we went to get cake, where I bump into my friend celine. She congratulated me then says “tell me everything you learn, alright?” “I’ll try,” I reply. “I have to leave on august 1st. See you!” When we return home, I pack for college. It is in Madica, Cleveland. I’ll have to go live there. ✨S U D D E N L Y✨, my best friend hope pops up out of nowhere. “Agh! You scared me!” “We can be roommates!” She says excitedly. “Yes!” I say. The rest of the days go by in a blur. However, I can remember something late said. My old boyfriend, Dane, totally dumped me. I was sad for a while. Kate told me. “If you get an awesome boyfriend tell me!!!” Hope pipes up. Her little sister piper is there. She and my sis are BFFS. Three days later, I’m speechless. “Wow” I say, taking in all of Cleveland university of tequila. A guide shows us around. It’s amazing. I hear hope suddenly ask if we can be roommates. “You’ll have to talk to ms. Paleo.” He paused for a moment. “Do you have your books?” “Yes!” “Good. Your classroom is over here.” He says, pointing to a room marked ‘275’ I find two empty desks. We sit down. “Okay class, open to page 52 in the human body: anatomy and workings.” The days go by, and I learn a lot…

Five years later

It is late august. I am twenty-three years old, and I still keep a diary. I don’t know why. Today this morning I went for a walk, but something told me to bring my first aid kit. I brought a fold up stretcher (are injuries really that severe today???) and stuff to set a broken bone (I’m a total weirdo). I had been strolling happily for five minutes when I heard something interesting. I saw two TOD (tribe of darkness) boys pestering- no, threatening another. They were slowly inching closer so he’d fall off. I caught one word tho: “you’re so scared you belong on the human side haha” they laugh. Why are they laughing, I wondered, why are they pushing someone off Cliff Cleveland, which is 150,000 meters tall. I set up my portable elevator (tons of technology, right? It’s the year of 2109. I climb down it, but it’s too late. The sound of somebody falling echoes through the canyon. He took quite a fall. I pull out the stretcher, and go somewhere where my supplies are. I’m thought learning learning how to treat TOD people was completely worthless, but it paid off BIG TIME. thirty minutes or so later, while I’m fixing myself a cup of tea, I hear a noise. I quickly head back to the room. He looks confused. I hadn’t really thought about what I’d do once he woke up. He starts squirming. He’s obviously trying to get out. He needs to stay 25 more minutes. I was warned about this. I also took psychology (I was a very lucky girl. Not many girls went to college. I had to get 100% on every assignment and had to do 15 sheets of extra credit every night. I had to work very hard.) I also learned that TOD people need to stay in bed for an hour. There were still twenty three minutes left.

It took me a few moments to realize EXACTLY what this was and I am losing my mind out here Anon (positive)

[starboundsingularities]

It was a warm day in June. The sun was shining brightly. It was the last day of school. Then, I’d be done for good (unless I went to college). my classes seem to take forever. Then it’s graduation time. My mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, and younger sister are in the front row. My friend, Katherina maze, is called first. Then Fiona kettle, Mazza grave, and Anthony Brass. Then, my name, Timpani Ozona, is called. My family is cheering louder than ever before. In fact, my 4th grader sister, flute, even got her cheerleading squad to do a cheer for me! I was smiling wider than ever. I get to study to be a doctor, my dream job. I was excited, but might have gotten a bit carried away when I did a front flip in front of the audience. I go back to my spot, feeling awesome.” After everyone was called, me and my friends walked home. ‘How lucky!’ Kate exclaims. Her twin sister, Jane, replies in a know-it-all voice, “it takes skill, not luck.” Then she turns to me and congratulates me. When I get home, I get no break. We went out to Zina’s grill, my favorite. Then we went to get cake, where I bump into my friend celine. She congratulated me then says “tell me everything you learn, alright?” “I’ll try,” I reply. “I have to leave on august 1st. See you!” When we return home, I pack for college. It is in Madica, Cleveland. I’ll have to go live there. ✨S U D D E N L Y✨, my best friend hope pops up out of nowhere. “Agh! You scared me!” “We can be roommates!” She says excitedly. “Yes!” I say. The rest of the days go by in a blur. However, I can remember something late said. My old boyfriend, Dane, totally dumped me. I was sad for a while. Kate told me. “If you get an awesome boyfriend tell me!!!” Hope pipes up. Her little sister piper is there. She and my sis are BFFS. Three days later, I’m speechless. “Wow” I say, taking in all of Cleveland university of tequila. A guide shows us around. It’s amazing. I hear hope suddenly ask if we can be roommates. “You’ll have to talk to ms. Paleo.” He paused for a moment. “Do you have your books?” “Yes!” “Good. Your classroom is over here.” He says, pointing to a room marked ‘275’ I find two empty desks. We sit down. “Okay class, open to page 52 in the human body: anatomy and workings.” The days go by, and I learn a lot…

Five years later

It is late august. I am twenty-three years old, and I still keep a diary. I don’t know why. Today this morning I went for a walk, but something told me to bring my first aid kit. I brought a fold up stretcher (are injuries really that severe today???) and stuff to set a broken bone (I’m a total weirdo). I had been strolling happily for five minutes when I heard something interesting. I saw two TOD (tribe of darkness) boys pestering- no, threatening another. They were slowly inching closer so he’d fall off. I caught one word tho: “you’re so scared you belong on the human side haha” they laugh. Why are they laughing, I wondered, why are they pushing someone off Cliff Cleveland, which is 150,000 meters tall. I set up my portable elevator (tons of technology, right? It’s the year of 2109. I climb down it, but it’s too late. The sound of somebody falling echoes through the canyon. He took quite a fall. I pull out the stretcher, and go somewhere where my supplies are. I’m thought learning learning how to treat TOD people was completely worthless, but it paid off BIG TIME. thirty minutes or so later, while I’m fixing myself a cup of tea, I hear a noise. I quickly head back to the room. He looks confused. I hadn’t really thought about what I’d do once he woke up. He starts squirming. He’s obviously trying to get out. He needs to stay 25 more minutes. I was warned about this. I also took psychology (I was a very lucky girl. Not many girls went to college. I had to get 100% on every assignment and had to do 15 sheets of extra credit every night. I had to work very hard.) I also learned that TOD people need to stay in bed for an hour. There were still twenty three minutes left.

god i'm so interested to see where this goes (gushing in the tags)

[ragingbookdragon]

My Brother's Best Friend Is The One For Me

Wally West x Batsis!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.6K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Got to rereading my Batsis fics and came across the "What A Flashy Romance" and wanted to do another one with Wally because I love him. Enjoy! -Thorne

Being the middle child and also the only girl in the Batfamily meant two things:

1. She had four brothers that treated her like a porcelain doll, despite the fact that she could throw a punch at 336 PSI.

And

2. She followed an unspoken rule that Dick and Jason’s friends were off limits when it came to dating.

In all, neither of those things were major problems. She’d learned at a young age how to avoid Dick and Jason’s overbearing-protective-brother-modes, and Tim and Damian were younger, so she didn’t have to worry about them. The second one was also avoidable—most of her older brothers’ friends were the same, and she wasn’t around most of them to develop any feelings.

Well, there was Wally, but it was just a crush. A stupid, little school-girl crush—that she’d never really grown out of—that didn’t matter in the slightest. Except whenever Dick brought him over to the house and she had to pretend that sitting next to him didn’t make her heart race like she’d run a mile.

And the most annoying thing about the whole crush is that she couldn’t tell if Wally was ever interested in her or not. Most of Dick’s friends, Garth, Kyle, Roy, they treated her like a little sister—hell, they even said “Love you lil sis!” to her regularly. And yet, Wally didn’t. Now, there was the occasional head pat, but even that was an affectionate gesture that siblings and SO’s did all the time. It was infuriating, and so was Wally—but she was going to sort it all out the next time he came over because the worst thing he could say was “No”, and either she needed to hear that…or “Yes”.

***

Normal Sundays for the Wayne household usually meant Ultimate Waffle Breakfast and sitting on your ass all day until patrol—it was the one day of the week where they could do anything and nothing and didn’t have to stick to schedules. Everyone loved Sundays, especially (Y/N), because it meant that all of her family was home, even Jason (who tried to deny that he enjoyed coming home to hang out, but if that mile long grin was any help, he was lying). And while everyone was home, that usually meant that everybody’s friends were coming over too.

***

She swiped the syrup out of Jason’s hand when he swung it back around, grinning at him when he glared at her.

“I was gonna use that, (Y/N),” he griped, and she shrugged, uncapping the bottle.

She tipped it over and watched the syrup lazily pour out of the container onto her waffles.

“You were taking too long.” Her eyes twinkled with humor. “I guess you were as…slow as molasses.”

While most of the table groaned at her terrible joke, Dick snorted into his milk, causing it to splatter on his plate and across the table.

“Nice one,�� he coughed, wiping his face and the dark oak surface.

(Y/N) bowed dramatically. “Well, I did learn from the best.” When Dick’s face lit up, she turned to Alfred and smiled. “Alfie, thank you for teaching me your ways.”

The old butler merely tipped his head, a hidden smile crossing his lips at the way the eldest son’s jaw went slack. She turned her attention to Bruce who was quietly chewing, eyes following along the research paper she’d asked him to check out.

“Dad, what’s on your agenda for today?”

He swallowed and flicked a line out with a red pen, etching his own comment in the margin. “Lucius has a few ideas about some new gadgets he wanted to run by me.” Another line went out. “I’ll call him after breakfast.” Bruce looked at her. “You?”

(Y/N) nodded at the paper in his hands, then slapped Jason’s who was reaching over to take a piece of bacon from her plate. “Waiting for you to finish tearing me a new one so I can redo the paper.” She cut into the waffle with the side of her fork. “Once I salvage what little scientific dignity you’ve left me with, I’ll probably laze around.”

“You mean what you do normally?” Bruce quipped, grinning when she glowered at him; his eyes went back to her paper. “You’re doing well so far.”

She huffed. “Tell that to every red line you’ve marked out in that paragraph.”

He flashed the paper. “I’m writing in the margins how to change it. This isn’t a dissertation, sweetheart. You’re allowed to make mistakes. We all do.”

(Y/N) grumbled as her cheeks warmed and she went back to her plate as the conversation flowed around her.

Most of it was the discussion of what everyone was planning on doing, Damian was going to play video games, Tim was going to join him (which she knew was going to be fun while the moment lasted until the petty sibling rivalry got in the way and their gaming dwindled into a physical fight that she and probably Dick were going to have to break up), Jason was going to use the workbench in the cave to upgrade some gear, and Dick apparently,

“Wally and Garth are gonna come over later and hang out.”

She paused, mid-stab of her fork and looked at up. “Wally’s coming over?”

He nodded. “And Garth. We were gonna go to the mall and get some new clothes.”

Jason snorted, laying an arm over the backs of Tim and (Y/N)’s chairs. “Spending money with daddy’s credit card, Dickie?”

Dick smirked. “Just like you.” Jason merely matched his grin, and while the entire table was cracking up at Bruce’s frown, (Y/N) was silent, heart beating faster at the thought of seeing Wally.

“(Y/N)?” She startled and looked up at Dick.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you were okay. You got quiet all of the sudden.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Yeah, just thought about all of the corrections I’m gonna have to do because somebody CAN’T STOP MARKING OUT MY PARAGRAPHS.” Bruce merely smiled and knocked out another line.

It was a lie. It was the biggest lie she’d told right next to the one she told when Bruce had asked her where she was on prom night her senior year a few years ago—she was totally not saving a different sector of the universe with Kyle Rayner, she was dancing with Sam Reilly all night—she strongly believed her dad knew the truth—Batman knew everything.

Bruce handed the paper back to her and she groaned as she scanned the red lines on every page. It was going to take her hours to go over this.

Jason leaned over and read the title, “Cellular Division and Mutation Under Extreme Elemental Circumstances…a composition by (Y/N) Wayne.” He cocked a dark brow. “Go big or go home, huh, baby girl?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Doctor Halberd wanted us to pick challenging topics for the research paper this term.” A crooked smile crossed her lips. “I’m nothing if not ambitious about proving I’m smarter than everyone else.”

“You need another source,” Bruce murmured, sipping the steaming black coffee. “One-fourteen is good, but I’d go for one-fifteen.”

She groaned and dropped her head. “Are you kidding me? I had enough trouble gathering that many.”

“Why don’t you use Barry?” Tim piped up, mouth full of whip cream and strawberries.

“Master Timothy, we do not talk with our mouth full,” Alfred admonished, and Tim blushed.

(Y/N)’s head shot up and she stared at her brother. “That’s actually a good idea. Speedsters would make for perfect references about cellular division.” An idea popped into her head and she glanced at Dick. “And since Wally is com—”

“Nope,” Dick interrupted, pointing at her. “Wally is coming over to hang out, not to be poked and prodded to finish a paper.”

She let out a whine and turned to Bruce. “Dad, tell Dick to let me at least talk to Wally about it.”

Bruce turned his attention onto Dick. “Let your sister talk to Wally about her paper.”

“Oh, come on,” he complained and (Y/N) stood from her seat, hurrying around the table to stand behind Dick’s seat.

She draped herself over his shoulders, tucking her chin in the crook of his neck. “I promise I won’t be annoying if you let me come with you. I’ll ask two questions every thirty minutes and I’ll go do shopping on my own, so I won’t be in the way.” (Y/N) craned her neck and pulled the most pitiful puppy eyes she could. “Please?”

Dick’s eyes darted to her face and then he looked away. Just one more push.

“Please frate?” she begged and when his eyes went wide from the usage of his native tongue, she knew she’d won him over.

He deflated and let out a sigh. “Fine,” he grumbled. “You can come with us.”

(Y/N) squealed and pressed a kiss to his cheekbone, as she grabbed the paper and hurried towards the door. She halted and spun around, looking at her father.

“What do I need to be most specific about?”

“Division under elemental circumstances.”

She glowered at him. “No shit Sherlock. Specifics.”

“Molecular division under terrestrial gamma-ray flashes.”

“That’ll work,” (Y/N) nodded and exited to room.

Jason looked out the door then back to his brothers. “She’s way to excited about science sometimes.” They merely laughed.

***

She raised the red lace, cold shoulder V-neck shirt to her chest before frowning, and switching it with the full lace blue shirt with mini golden lightning bolt charms hanging off the trim. After a moment, she pulled the blue one down and sighed.

“You know, if you want to impress him, I’d wear the red shirt.”

She jumped and barely managed to suppress the scream that was coming up in her throat as she swiveled around to face her door. Jason stood in the doorway, a knowing look on his face. She could play this one of two ways: she could be truthful, or she could lie—she chose the latter.

“What do you mean?” He snorted and walked into her room, taking a seat at her desk.

“I mean if you’re trying to impress Wally, wear the shirt that’s the color of his suit, (Y/N).” She looked away and into the mirror, but she couldn’t escape the eyes boring into her back.

“Is it that obvious?” she asked quietly, and he laughed.

“That you’re head over heels for Dick’s best friend? Oh yeah. Totally.”

She sighed and sat on her bed, pulling the red top over her torso. “It’s just a crush.”

“Seems like more than a crush to me, baby girl.”

(Y/N) pulled the fabric down and looked at him. “Are you gonna tell Dick?”

Jason scoffed. “Do I look like a narc to you?”

She cocked a brow and deadpanned, “Just the other night you told dad that Damian lifted Two-Face’s wallet when he was being put in a cruiser.”

“Well, that wasn’t something important,” he countered and nodded at her. “This is.” He paused and shrugged. “Nah, I’m not gonna tell Dickhead. Play this out however you see fit, baby girl.”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment then averted her gaze and let out a sigh; Jason huffed.

“That sounds like a heavy sigh, (Y/N). What’s wrong?”

She shrugged. “I don’t even know if Wally would be interested in me. He’s him and I’m me.”

Jason stood and walked over, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?”

(Y/N) met his eyes. “Anytime he’s had a girlfriend she’s always been super strong or really outspoken.”

“And you’re not?” he quipped, causing her to huff.

“You know what I mean, Jay.”

He nodded. “Okay, so you’re not an Amazon or shoving your head up someone’s ass for a story. But you’re you.”

“And that means?”

“You’re the only daughter of the World’s Greatest Detective who’s a wicked smart science major by day and a badass vigilante by night.” He cupped her cheeks. “You are intelligent, warmhearted, talented, and absolutely beautiful.” Jason smushed her cheeks together and grinned as she giggled. “And if Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time. You hear me, baby girl?”

She nodded. “I hear you.”

Jason gave her a firm nod and let go, standing to his feet. “Now come on let’s go do your makeup.”

(Y/N) blinked. “You can do makeup?”

“Baby girl, I can do a lot of things. Now hurry up. That razor sharp eye liner and golden eyeshadow isn’t going to do itself.”

***

She waited beside Dick with a pleasant smile on her face, and despite the fluttering heartbeat in her chest, Jason’s pep talk kept running through her head and with every passing moment, she felt her confidence rising. He was right, if she told Wally and he didn’t feel the same, then it was his loss and her gain to move on and find someone else.

A black sedan pulled up at the manor and the passenger window rolled down, revealing Wally at the wheel and Garth in the passenger’s seat. Dick waved at them.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “How was the drive over?”

“Oh, you know, we saw three carjacking’s and one armed robbery,” Garth quipped. “I assume that’s normal for Gotham though.”

“It’s a bit below average actually,” (Y/N) piped up. “Hi Garth. Hi Wally.”

Wally smiled and Garth waved in return as the two siblings started getting in the car.

“You’re coming with us, (Y/N)?” Wally questioned and she nodded.

“Do you want me to lie to you or give you the truth?”

He chuckled. “I’m always open for a good story.”

“I wanted to buy out Victoria’s Secret and piss off any boyfriends who are in hot water with their girlfriends.” The guys laughed and she admitted, “Truth though, I need one last source for a research paper.”

“Gonna find that source shopping?” Garth asked and (Y/N) caught Wally’s eyes in the rear-view mirror.

“Actually, my last source is Wally.”

They fell silent and looked at her, though the speedster’s focus was on the road.

“What are you gonna source Wally on?” The Atlantean inquired.

“My paper is over cellular mutation under distress from elemental conditions.” She smiled at Wally. “Our speedster here, is a walking subject perfect for the paper. I can only hope that he agrees to be a willing participant.”

Wally chuckled. “I’d be willing to part with a few secrets for you. Of course, I’d have to—”

“Remain anonymous.” (Y/N) winked. “I’m sure my professor would be okay with me citing ‘The Flash’ so long as I had a picture with him to back it up.”

“I like pictures,” he murmured, pulling into the parking lot.

“That’s good to know,” she replied and when he put the car in park, she took her purse and added, “So I’ll leave you boys to do your shopping and Wally, I’ll text you any questions I have.”

“You’re not gonna hang around?” Garth asked and she shook her head.

“Nah, I don’t wanna be the annoying little sister who follows her older brother and his friends around.” She smiled at them. “Besides, Dick was kind enough to let me come along. Least I can do is stay out of your way.”

(Y/N) opened the door and waved at them. “Text me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll meet you back here.”

***

Despite the initial joke that she was going to buy out the lingerie store, there was actually some truth in the statement, and she drew her fingers over one of the lace baby dolls as she looked at her phone, grinning like a dope at Wally’s response.

Well, I wouldn’t say I’d grow a second skin from how fast my cells regenerate, but I can make my body heal instantaneously. -W

Can you regenerate limbs or major organs? –(Y/I)

Major organs or useful ones? -W

(Y/N) paused at his response and thought for a moment. It was risky. Sending the text, she was thinking about was risky, but it’d sure get her point across that she was into him. With her heart hammering in her chest, she pushed send and stuck her phone in her pocket.

Whichever ones are useful to you, Wally? ;) –(Y/N)

Her phone didn’t buzz for a good minute, and Wally took less than a second to reply, so he was doing one of two things: A.) Telling Dick that his younger sister sent a flirty text, or B.) Trying to figure out how to let her down easy. (Y/N) didn’t know which one was worse. Her hip buzzed and she inhaled shakily, pulling her phone out of her pocket with one eye cracked open to see how screwed she was.

Do you have a useful one in mind, beautiful? -W

She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out the biggest gasp any human had ever made, and she nervously looked around her to make sure no one else was staring at her. She grinned as she replied to him.

Oh, I could think of one…or two or three…Why? Is there gonna be a pop quiz over this later? I’ll have you know I’m an excellent test taker. –(Y/N)

Is that so? Well, what happens if you were to fail this particular pop quiz, (Y/N)? -W

I guess you’d have to stay the night for a study session and help me make a better grade ;) –(Y/I)

As she waited for another response, someone’s hand touched the small of her back and she reacted, immediately stepping away from the offending touch to spin on them. Her eyes went wide when she saw Wally standing before her, a grin on his face, phone in his hand.

“I think an overnight study session is possible, (Y/N).”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, like a fish until she finally got her brain to work and asked, “I thought you were shopping with Dick and Garth?”

He shrugged. “Told Dick you asked me an advanced question that’d be easier to answer in person than over text.” He wiggled his brows. “You know, advanced equations and scientific gibberish.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and turned back around, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks as she picked up one of the teddies. And when she realized what it looked like, she only felt more flustered. Crimson with baby blue trimming and was practically a shoelace.

“Well, that’sa hint if there ever was one,” Wally quipped, and she pulled the lingerie out of his line of sight.

“It was just the first one I grabbed!” she exclaimed, snapping her mouth shut when people looked over at them. Her cheeks felt like they were wildfires, and she pressed her head against the cool metal of the rack, sighing with what little relief it provided.

“You know, (Y/N),” he started softly. “If you’re not comfortable, this doesn’t have to go anywhere. I can forget this ever happened if you want me to.” (Y/N) opened her eyes and peered at him, at the concern but also the kindness in his gaze.

“I just—” she murmured and trailed off before letting out a sigh. “It’s kinda complicated.”

“Okay,” Wally nodded. “My mouth might work faster than my brain sometimes but lay it on me.”

She cracked a smile and thought back on Jason’s words. If Wally doesn’t see any of what I just said, then he’s a damn fool and not worth your time.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked at him, admitting, “Wally, I have…feelings for you.” His eyes widened and though she felt the sting of embarrassment, she pushed out her words. “It’s stupid, like one of those dumb childhood crushes that just sticks with you, you know?”

She averted her gaze and looked at her peep toe heels. “I just don’t wanna screw anything up because even if you don’t feel anything like I do, I don’t wanna lose you as a friend. Because I do value your friendship.” She sighed. “And Dick. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable about coming over to see him if there’s a chance you’ll have to see me too. I just—”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Wally interrupted gently, a smile growing on his face. “You’re thinking way big here, (Y/N). Bigger than you need to right now.”

She met his eyes. “Right now?” she repeated, and he reached out, taking her hand in his. His fingers felt tingly against her palm and he smiled.

“I like you, (Y/N).”

She blinked at him, practically dumbfounded. “You…you do?”

Wally nodded and confessed, “Have for a couple years, but I didn’t wanna make a move not knowing if you were interested.” His cheeks tinged pink, and he said, “But I’m glad you are. Like super glad.” (Y/N) giggled, suddenly feeling really foolish for all her worry and Wally let out a chuckle too.

She stared at him for a moment, relishing the coolness of his skin before pulling away, toying with the teddy in her other hand.

“So, about tonight…you staying over?”

Wally let out a groan and looked between her and the lingerie. “Probably, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to get away long enough to spend some time alone with you.”

(Y/N) let out a ‘pfft’ and winked. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Flash. You are the fastest man alive.”

“You’re into quickies? Good to know,” he grinned.

“Shut up,” she giggled.

[mxsmwndr]

ALL HONESTY I DIDN'T KNOW IF YOU WANTED PRE ZOM-Bz OR POST ZOM-Bz SO I DID BOTH LOL @theratunderthesea

—

PRE APOCALYPSE:

ETHAN'S LITTLE SISTER IS AMAZING AND SHE LOVES YOU!!!! Please let me have this because I'm in love with olderbrother!Ethan ok thx

Like lil sis will take your hand and drag you upstairs almost as soon as you step foot into the household

and Ethan gets JEALOUS but he refuses to show/acknowledge it because he loves his lil sis too much to be upset and it is precious

But basically you'll just spend the entire day upstairs with her on accident playing dress up and yea party and shit

Ethan pouts after, of course

But y'all quickly make up because he literally cannot stay mad at anyone especially you

And also his family loves you

And of course your fam loves him too

your dad/paternal figure tried so hard not too, but it was impossible because Ethan is literally PERFECT and had zero flaws and he’s so sweet and precious

But like back to school and all, you go to ALL of Ethan’s baseball games

Literally all of them, no exception

And if you can't make a game you'll make an excuse, like "I have a doctor's note, leT ME GO!!!" only to have teacher respond with "(Y/n) we've been over this, you cannot write yourself a pass to leave class early because you're 'Ethan's emotional support s/o'" "BUT MR/S TEACHERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Oh also you always run into his arms after his games

And OH MY GOD Ethan blushes a hella lot

And if you kiss his cheek his face turns cherry red so you make a habit of surprising him with cheek kisses because Ethan is ADORABLE and SHY and WAY TOO PURE

But don’t get me wrong, he blushes when you hug him too

So you do it randomly bc again, HE IS ADORABLE and soft and shy and aidjdjdjdj omg

And y’all have movie nights together!!!!

It’s freaking adorable

Y’all just kinda cuddle on the couch and share a blanket while watching movies together

Cause Ethan would much rather stay in than go out tbh

And you love it

But the only problem is that he always falls asleep

Like even during scary movies or super cool action packed movies

ALSO UNRELATED BUT HE FELL ASLEEP EATING ONCE because you thought he could stay awake if he's eating but noooooooo the next thing you know he's snoring with a chip laying on his chin

And you obv took a pic

But wearing Ethan’s sweatshirts?!

Omg

His sweatshirts are SO comfy

And they smell like him so it's even betterrrrrrrrrr

And also since he's like 60000 feet tall you practically drown in them no matter what your height is and it's adorable

Um... what else?

Oh!

Ethan can cook kind of good lol

His specialty is mac and cheese

But his favorite thing to do is binge eat junk food that he bought with you in his living room

Or yours — he really just wants to cuddle on a couch with you so he’s not too picky

But yeah, Ethan is precious and you love him with your entire being

OMG YOUR FIRST KISs??

Ethan was SO hesitant

He held your cheek and whispered “can I kiss you?”

And you were like FUCK YES

It was so innocent omg

But on the contrary i feel like Ethan secretly has a dirty mind lol

Like I can imagine him laughing at some hidden meaning silently and no one notices except you and you’re like “wtf man plz just be normal for like 5 seconds”

But yeah. Ethan is all cuddles and blushes

DURING APOCALYPSE:

Oh wow

Poor babe has so much guilt, even though he couldn't do anything to save them all (family, friends, teammates, etc…)

And you remind him of this, of course, but Ethan is going through a phase of self hatred and it's rough for everyone

You're the only one who knows about it though

And maybe Harry because tbh he probably picked up on it

But that's all. Harry doesn't say anything about it, too, because it's not his place and he knows it

Anyways

You like to sneak junk food to Ethan

His eyes light up and he looks like a kid on Christmas Day

It's too cute to not do

He likes to cuddle

Sometimes he gets nightmares and will silently show up at your classroom door

No words are exchanged then, but you motion for him to lay next to you and before you know it you're big spooning your baby boy and he's snoring softly

So you smile to yourself and whisper an "I love you, Ethan" before falling asleep yourself

And you don't know it but he smiles too

And whispers “I love you too”

And then he falls asleep AGAIN while thinking of how lucky he is to have you

So yeah

Also, he promises to make a home run for you, and you can't wait to be there to witness it

Also mocking him playfully

Because again, this boy blushes WAY too easily

Um... I think that's all? Basically it's just innocent and precious and you both love it, though it would def be easier without the whole apocalypse ordeal

POST APOCALYPSE:

Everything is kind of slowed down now

Like Ethan is still hella guilty for not saving his friends (bc now he has even more friends he failed to save) but at least he has you right

Yea no

You’re great and all but Ethan is just SO mad at himself ok

So you take him outside one day

And he’s like wtf but you’re like “teach me how to play baseball” bc he promised a while back when y’all stayed in that school together

And so he does

But he is still hella confused

And you’re not to great but that’s okay because Ethan is laughing and smiling and actually looks like he’s his age instead of older like he normally does

And so it’s a tradition to play baseball together when y’all have a break

But that doesn’t mean Ethan doesn’t have bad days

But you’re there for him, and that’s all that matters

Also there’s lots of freaking cuddles omg

And sleeping together? Like not sexually but just literally sleeping because Ethan is so warm all the time he’s like a heated blanket and pillow and everything you need/want

And y’all still sneak junk foods to each other but it’s mostly you so basically you still sneak junk foods to Ethan

And it’s all good

So you’ll do this a lot when Ethan’s not feeling his best

But yeah. Y’all are precious. Like each other’s light in the dark world you live in

And of course he makes that home run he promised lol

[hotchs-second-wife]

Station 19 Spin-off, but it's their kids

Your girl just finished Station 19 up until the most recent episode and y'know she had to make their future kids as well!

Jack's got twins because I said so.

I can just see him being a twin dad, yk?

Their mother is the worst, so Jack has sole custody of his little prince, Dean, and little princess, Lila.

Yes, he would indefinitely name his son after Dean - we all know how much Jack loves his Station 19 family!!

And he clearly loved his foster sister so much.

Lila looks up to Maya and strives to be a captain, so she made it there bc she's a Gibson.

Dean settling with just being a regular firefighter and watching his big sis rise.

Carina would for sure name her kid after her brother. She had a whole episode where she mourned her baby brother!

I feel like he'd be a doctor just so his mama (Carina) doesn't lose another Andrew that she loves, but he really just wants to follow in his mom's (Maya's) footsteps.

And so he does.

Travis finally meets the new love of his life (after Michael's death) and they have a son through surrogacy - which Travis and his partner agree to call Michael, both after Travis' late husband and the partner's father- I guess?

I would love it if Pru became a battalion chief, especially after seeing Dean wanna rise through the ranks but couldn't because...well, death, and so Pru does.

And hell if she lets anyone downtalk her because she's a female battalion chief-

You know she's not going to let it slide - we all know her aunts would have taught her that.

Okay but I would love to see a 'he fell first, but she fell harder' relationship in S19 and I've already designated that to Andrew Deluca-Bishop and Lila Gibson.

"But wouldn't Andrew have been created with Jack's sperm and Carina's egg?" "Wouldn't they be half siblings through Jack?"

No.

Canonically in this AU, Carina's body just didn't take to Jack's little guys, and the Deluca-Bishops found Mason (Maya's brother). They decided to try again with Mason's sperm so at least the child would have similar DNA to Maya and PRESTO-

Idk if that's how you spell it-

Maya figured at least the baby would have more of a chance to look like her since Mason is her brother, but Andrew was born looking like Carina, so- didn't really matter anyway.

Maya still adores her son, even though he looks nothing like her and every bit like a male version of Carina. He's her little boy, she knew she'd always love him from the moment she held him.

Vic and Theo having a little badass who is just like her mother-

Exactly like her mother in every way; looks, personality, attitude, every bit.

19 raising their kids together; like a village.

THE KIDS CALLING BEN "Grandpa" BECAUSE THEIR PARENTS CALL HIM "Dad"

Little toddler Dean crying when Ben tells him that he (Ben) isn't actually Jack's dad-

"You made a toddler cry, man." "I didn't mean to!"

Lila being a protective big twin sister, even at 3-years-old, glaring at Ben as her brother cries into their dad.

Jack having no clue what to do with his own children, so when a baby play pen (or whatever its called, I was 2 when my little brother was born and I see my younger cousins like once a year, if that-) it put in the lounge of the station, he just sticks them in that until they're hungry or need the potty.

It's 2am on Boxing Day and I should be sleeping but I can't.

Don't finish off the eggnog in your fridge and an entire Monster can right before bed.

It messes with your already messed up sleep schedule.

Or do. I'm not the boss of you.

Andrew being scared of Jack when he's thinking about asking Lila on a date, when he should be scared of her Uncle Travis.

As close as he is to his mom's friends, he doesn't actually refer to them as Auntie or Uncle. So...

Considers them family, because they're his parents' family, but wouldn't go out of his way to refer to them with familial titles.

Anyway-

Travis, while having his own kid, being incredibly protective of Jack's little Lila and Vic's little Marion.

He never had a daughter, and can't imagine having one, if he was honest. So Marion and Lila are the closest he has to daughters.

So, protective Uncle Travis? I say YES.

These kids for sure grew up with happy Christmases.

Firehouse Christmases, for sure.

They'd probably make Jack dress up as Santa, in all honesty.

Little Dean crying for his dad, and Jack tries to comfort him but he's like "I WANT MY DADDY! NOT SANTA!"

Jack takes off the hat and wig, and Dean immediately hugs him, and Jack just has to crouch there and not say anything because he wants his son to maintain that childhood innocence that he couldn't.

Jack letting his kids be kids for as long as possible, even well into their teen years, because he wanted that family so he's going to make sure his kids get that.

I feel like Andy would have a son, and she'd name him after Ryan because we all know how much she loved her childhood friend.

Him and Andrew being really close bc their moms are.

I think I'll leave it there because I'm gonna write a little christmas tale of when the kids were little.

Regarding middle names; Vic and Theo made Marion's middle name Andrea, after Andy helped Vic birth Marion (with Carina's help ofc, you can guarantee that Carina was there for a majority of the births), Jack made his son's middle name after his foster dad, and Vic helped Jack a lot with his daughter, so Lila's middle name is Victoria (she even gave Lila the period talk for Jack), and Ryan's middle name is after his grandpa.

Okay, I'm done for now-

S19 Children, Parent/s and Ages

Marion "Mari" Andrea Hughes - Victoria "Vic" and Theodora "Theo" Hughes, 20yo

Dean Marco Gibson - Jack Gibson, 21yo

Lila Victoria Gibson - Jack Gibson, 21yo

Ryan Pruitt Herrera - Andrea "Andy" Herrera, 23yo

Michael "Mike/Mickey" Montgomery - Travis Montgomery, 26yo

Andrew Deluca-Bishop - Carina and Maya Deluca-Bishop, 27yo

Pruitt "Pru" Miller - Dean Miller and JJ Lau, 32yo