#I almost told him it was okay that he called me sir because his mom calls me sir too
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So I’m pretty sure I mentioned it on here but maybe not, but a little while ago we had these kids come in who have been harassing and nonviolently hatecriming employees. Seeking out obviously queer looking people and misgendering them, fetishizing lesbian literature, being in general obnoxious, and doing it about politics too.
joke’s on them tho because I prefer being called ‘sir’ over ‘ma’am’
Anyways, I’ve been using She/Her and They/Them pronouns for a while and have never once felt like a man, but you know what? I may not be a man, but I am petty. And these homophobic children just unlocked my acquisition of He/Him pronouns now too.
So yeah. Fuck it. I’ll now go by any pronouns because pronouns don’t equal gender and my gender is fucked and confusing to begin with so whatever.
Congrats homophobes, you just made me more queer.
#personalpost#queer#I almost told him it was okay that he called me sir because his mom calls me sir too#but I need my job so I didn’t#also not to judge but based on the differences between how he and his friend acted#sometimes the call is coming from inside the house#it honestly seem really internalized to me#but that’s another matter
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Scarecrow | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)
Warnings: canon violence, canon gore
Word Count: 5402
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You awoke to the sound of your phone ringing, and were shocked by the voice on the other end of the call. “John?!”
“Hi, (Y/N),” he answered. “I know you’re with the boys. I need you to do something for me.”
“John, what the fuck? How did you get my number?” you questioned. “Why didn’t you call Sam or Dean?!”
He sighed. “Because I knew they wouldn’t just let me go. Listen, I need you to take down these names for me.”
You wrapped a jacket around yourself and headed to the boys’ room next door. You banged on it loudly, still talking to John. “Look, sir, I’m sorry, but I have to let them know you called me.”
Sam opened the door.
“(Y/N), no! It’s too dangerous!” John responded, his voice gravelly.
“Too late,” you told him.
Sam had apparently heard his dad’s voice and ripped the phone out of your hands. “Dad? Are you hurt? We’ve been looking for you everywhere. We didn’t know where you were, if you were okay.”
Dean began to wake up with all of the commotion.
“We’re fine. Dad, where are you?” Sam continued.
Dean shot up when Sam said “dad.”
Sam scoffed at something his father said. “What? Why not?”
“Is that Dad?” Dean asked.
“You’re after it, aren’t you? The thing that killed Mom,” Sam said softly. “A demon? You know for sure?”
“A demon? What’s he saying?” Dean’s voice became almost frantic.
Tears suddenly welled in Sam’s eyes. “You know where it is?... Let us help… Why not?”
Dean extended his hand to his brother. “Give me the phone.”
“Names? What names, Dad— talk to me, tell me what’s going on,” Sam pleaded. “No. Alright? No way.”
Dean grabbed the phone out of Sam’s hands. “Dad, it’s me. Where are you? Why’d you call (Y/N) instead of one of us?... Yes, sir… Uh, yeah, I got a pen. What are their names?” He began writing on the notepad next to his bed.
Sam shook his head, tears still in his eyes.
Dean hung up the phone and handed it back to you. “How’d he get your number, (Y/N)?”
“I have no idea; I changed it since I met you guys,” you told him. “That was after your dad disappeared.”
“Why would he call her and not us?” Sam asked his brother.
“He said he knew you wouldn’t just let him go,” you explained. “Said it was too dangerous for me to let you know I spoke to him.”
“Well, thank you for not listening,” Sam told you.
You gave him a lopsided, sad smile.
***
Later that day, Sam was driving you toward what you thought was your next hunt. Couples had been going missing through the same part of Indiana every year on the second week of April; which just so happened to be this week.
“So, Dad is sending us to Indiana to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes?” Sam asked.
“Yahtzee. Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this? All the different obits Dad had to go through? The man’s a master.” You could tell Dean really respected his father. You had that same respect for your dad when he was alive; you understood completely.
Sam seemed annoyed, though, and pulled over to the side of the road. He turned off the car.
“What are you doing?” you asked.
“We’re not going to Indiana,” he responded.
Your eyebrows shot up. “We’re not?”
“No. We’re going to California. Dad called from a payphone. Sacramento area code,” Sam explained.
Dean shook his head. “Sam—”
“Dean, if this demon killed Mom and Jess, and Dad’s closing in, we’ve gotta be there. We’ve gotta help.”
“Dad doesn’t want our help,” Dean protested.
Sam’s voice rose more. “I don’t care!”
“He’s given us an order!”
Sam’s voice was suddenly quieted. “I don’t care. We don’t always have to do what he says.”
“Sam, Dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives, it’s important,” the older brother argued, incredulous that this was even a conversation.
“Alright, I understand, believe me, I understand. But I’m talking one week here, man, to get answers. To get revenge.”
“Alright, look, I know how you feel—”
“Do you?”
You were shocked by Sam’s tone.
“How old were you when Mom died? Four? Jess died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel?”
“Sam!” you scolded.
“Dad said it wasn’t safe,” Dean continued. “For any of us. I mean, he obviously knows something that we don’t, so if he says to stay away, we stay away.”
Sam scoffed humorlessly. “I don’t understand the blind faith you have in the man. I mean, it’s like you don’t even question him.”
“Yeah, it’s called being a good son!”
“Both of you, stop it!” you ordered.
Sam angrily got out of the car. You looked to Dean who couldn’t meet your eyes before the two of you got out as well.
“You’re a selfish bastard, you know that?” Dean spat. “You just do whatever you want. Don’t care what anybody thinks.”
Sam bit back, “That’s what you really think?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, then this selfish bastard is going to California.” He shouldered his backpack and started walking in the opposite direction.
“C’mon, Sam, get back in the car,” you called to him.
“No, (Y/N), stay out of this,” Sam responded.
“It’s the middle of the night!” you protested.
“Hey, I’m taking off, I will leave your ass, you hear me?” Dean roared.
Sam stopped walking and turned around. “That’s what I want you to do,” he replied coldly.
You watched with bated breath as the two brothers sized each other up.
“Goodbye, Sam.” Dean slammed the trunk closed. He went to get in the car and drive away, but you stopped him.
“Just wait a second, please?”
He nodded.
You sprinted to Sam, giving him a tight hug. He returned it with his free arm. “Bye, Sam. Be safe, please,” you told him.
“What, you’re really gonna stay with him?” he scoffed.
“I don’t have much of a choice—”
“You do, though. You said you were gonna help us find our dad. I’m going to find our dad.”
You backed away from him. “I believe we will find your dad. I think he’s too smart to stay in Sacramento after calling us.”
Sam shook his head. “This is about more than that, isn’t it? You just wanna stay with Dean.”
“No, Sam, that’s not the point—”
“Then come with me.”
Your voice softened considerably. “No.”
The brunet scoffed again. “Goodbye, (Y/N).”
He walked away from you. You hurried back to the car and slammed the door to the passenger’s seat shut. You slumped against the door, and you nor Dean talked for the remainder of the drive to Burkittsville, Indiana.
***
When you arrived, you saw Dean take out his phone and scroll to Sam’s contact. You silently prayed he would click it, but he never did. Alternatively, the two of you got out of the car and made your way over to Scotty’s Café.
Burkittsville was a sleepy little town full of mom and pop shops and not a chain restaurant in sight. The people seemed just as quaint and perfect as their town appeared, including the man on the porch of the café.
Dean gestured to the sign above the man’s head. “Let me guess. Scotty.”
Scotty looked up at his sign and nodded curtly. “Yep.”
“Hi, my name’s John Bonham,” Dean smiled, “And this is—”
Scotty cut him off before he could introduce you. “Isn’t that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?”
The younger man was taken aback. “Wow. Good. Classic rock fan.”
Scotty’s face was unchanging. “What can I do for you, John?”
Dean took out the Missing Person posters of Holly and Vince Parker, the couple that had disappeared last year.
You stuck the fliers out to Scotty. “We were just wondering if you’d seen these people by chance? They’re friends of ours, and we just really wanna find ‘em. The cops haven’t done much, and we figured we’d take the investigation into our own hands. We already asked around Scottsberg and Salem—”
Scotty cut you off and looked to Dean. “Does she always talk this much?”
You were offended. “Sorry, I just, I really wanna find my friends.”
Scotty sat back in his chair and huffed. “Haven’t seen ‘em. We don’t get many strangers around here.”
Dean nodded. “Scotty, you’ve got a smile that lights up a room, anybody ever tell you that?”
Scotty eyed him strangely.
“Never mind. See you around.”
The two of you walked away from the man and the café.
“That was awkward, you mumbled. “The fuck was his problem?”
“He was right about one thing, sweetheart, you do talk a lot,” Dean gibed in response.
You shoved his shoulder. “Fuck off.”
Your next stop was the Jorgeson General Store; another one of those mom-and-pop shops. You spoke to the woman behind the counter and her husband about the Parkers’ disappearance.
“You sure they didn’t stop for gas or something?” Dean questioned.
The older man before you shook his head. “Nope, don’t remember ‘em. You said they were friends of yours?”
Dean nodded.
A young girl bounded down the stairs carrying some boxes. “Did the guy have a tattoo?”
You looked at her surprised. “Yeah, he did.”
The blonde put the boxes on the counter and looked down at the missing posters you were holding. “You remember?” she asked the older couple. “They were just married.”
The old man seemed to remember suddenly, “You’re right. They did stop for gas. Weren’t here more than ten minutes.”
“You remember anything else?” Dean asked, You could tell he was suspicious of these people; as we you.
“I told ‘em how to get back to the Interstate. They left town.”
“Could you point us in that same direction?”
***
“I’m telling you, those people weird me out,” you told Dean as you drove down the old man’s directed route.
“Yeah, no kidding,” he responded. “WASPs.”
“Oh, for sure,” you giggled.
You were cut off by a sound coming from the backseat.
“The fuck?” Dean mumbled at the sound. “(Y/N), care to investigate?”
You nodded, leaning over the backseat and rummaging through Dean’s duffel bag. You pulled out the EMF meter, which buzzed frantically. “Pull over,” you instructed him.
***
The two of you walked through a pretty apple orchard. It was quite large, as were the trees. You had no doubt it stretched for hundreds of acres. You and Dean crunched leaves under your boots and followed the strengthening beep of the EMF meter to a frightening scarecrow. It wore dark clothing; its eyes were hollow and its mouth was sewn shut. The hair it seemed to have was straggly and wild under the brim of its hat.
“Dude, you fugly,” Dean jested.
You giggled, but something caught your eye. The scarecrow held a sickle, and your eyes trailed from it to a design on its arm. “Dean, look.”
He seemed to notice the same thing you did and grabbed a ladder. You held the bottom steady while he climbed up to the scarecrow’s eye level. He adjusted its sleeve to fully reveal the design on its arm. You pulled out Vince’s flier and handed it to Dean. He compared the two, but you already knew the designs would match exactly.
“Nice tat,” Dean told the scarecrow.
“Alright, get out of its face before you piss it off,” you told your friend.
He chuckled. “Yeah, right.” He climbed back down the ladder and you headed back to Burkittsville to investigate further. Dean drove you to the gas station next to a car repair shop where you noticed the young girl from the general store was working.
“You’re back,” the blonde smiled.
Dean replied, “Never left.”
“Still looking for your friends?” she asked.
You nodded.
Dean noticed the nameplate necklace the girl was wearing. “ You mind fillin’ her up there, Emily?”
She grabbed the pump and obliged.
“So, you grew up here?” Dean asked.
“I came here when I was thirteen. I lost my parents. Car accident. My aunt and uncle took me in,” she explained.
“They’re nice people.”
“Everybody’s nice here.”
“So, what, it’s the, uh, perfect little town?”
She nodded and sighed. “Well, you know, it’s the boonies. But I love it. I mean, the towns around us, people are losing their homes, their farms. But here, it’s almost like we’re blessed.”
You nodded. “Hey, you been out to the orchard? You seen that scarecrow?”
Emily shivered. “Yeah, it creeps me out.”
Dean laughed. “Whose is it?”
The girl shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just always been there.”
You nodded toward the red van parked by the garage with its hood up. “That your aunt and uncle’s?”
Emily shook her head. “Customer. Had some car troubles.”
“It’s not a couple, is it? A guy and a girl?” A look of concern crossed Dean’s face, and Emily nodded.
And with that, you thanked Emily, paid her, and headed off to find the town’s next victims: that poor couple. You found them in Scotty’s Café.
“We’re famous for our apples,” Scotty said as you walked in. “So, you gotta try this pie.”
“Oh, no. It— please,” the girl shook her head. The couple’s table was already full of plates.
“It’s on the house.” Scotty’s disposition was much different than the one he’d presented to you and Dean previously.
“Oh, hey, Scotty,” Dean grinned. “Can I get a coffee, black? Oh, and some of that pie, too, while you’re at it.”
You and Dean sat at a table next to the couple. “Mind your manners, please,” you mumbled to him.
“I got it,” he answered. “How ya doin’?” He leaned over to the couple, who waved back and smiled. “Just passing through?”
“Road trip,” the girl replied awkwardly.
“Hm. Yeah, us, too,” Dean said.
Scotty came back over to refill the couple’s drinks. “ I’m sure these people want to eat in peace.”
“He’s just making conversation,” you defended.
Scotty glared at you and walked away.
Dean was clearly reveling in Scotty’s agitation. “Oh, and that coffee, too, man. Thanks.”
“So, what brings you to town?” you asked the couple.
“We just stopped for gas,” the girl explained. “And, uh, the guy at the gas station saved our lives.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, one of our brake lines was leaking. We had no idea. He was fixing it for us,” the man replied.
Dean seemed concerned. “Nice people.”
You didn’t know the first thing about cars, but from the look on Dean’s face, you could tell he knew something was fishy. “So, how long till you’re up and runnin’?”
“Sundown,” the man answered curtly, taking a bite of his food.
“Really.” Dean pondered for a minute. “To fix a brake line?”
The man nodded.
“I mean, you know, I know a thing or two about cars. I could probably have you up and running in about an hour. I wouldn’t charge you anything,” Dean said, chuckling awkwardly.
“You know, thanks a lot, but I think we’d rather have a mechanic do it.” He turned back to the table.
Dean paused. “You know, it’s just that these roads. They’re not real safe at night.”
The couple exchanged a look.
“I know it sounds strange, but, uh, you might be in danger,” Dean tried.
“Look, we’re trying to eat. Okay?” the man responded, annoyed.
Dean seemed disappointed. He turned to you. “Sam could just give him that puppy dog look and they’d just buy right into it,” he lamented.
Your heart was saddened; both because you missed Sam and felt for Dean. The bell above the door jingled, and Scotty came out from the back.
“Thanks for coming, Sheriff,” Scotty told the man who had just entered.
You were beginning to get incredibly agitated with Scotty.
“I’d like a word, please,” the sheriff told you and Dean.
“Come on. I’m having a bad day already,” Dean grumbled.
“You know what would make it worse?”
And with that, the sheriff escorted you to the outside of town; making sure you kept driving outside of Burkittsville.
You and Dean were stubborn, though, and returned to the town later that night. You headed to the orchard where you knew the couple was about to become scarecrow food.
You always had your pistol on you, of course, but Dean had you carry a shotgun loaded with rock salt, too. He grabbed one for himself, and the two of you trekked into the orchard, quickly trying to find the couple. You had seen their car broken down on the side of the road and knew they couldn’t be far.
“Who’s there?” you heard the man from the diner call.
You and Dean broke off in the direction of the voice. You jumped in front of the couple just before the scarecrow could reach them.
“Get back to your car.” Dean ordered, aiming his shotgun at the scarecrow. “Go! Go! (Y/N), follow ‘em!”
The couple took off running and you stayed close behind, occasionally looking over your shoulder to make sure it was far enough away. You watched as Dean shot the scarecrow, which stumbled, but kept walking.
You took out your pistol and aimed at the thing. “Dean, look out!” You took a shot at it, too, but it still persisted.
“What the hell kind of thing is immune to rock salt and real bullets?!” you yelled to Dean.
“Go! Go!” He responded, pushing you and the couple forward and out of the orchard. When you turned around for the last time as you had reached their car, the scarecrow disappeared. Even still, you and Dean kept your guns pointed at the orchard’s entrance.
“What— what the hell was that?” the man from the diner panted.
“Don’t ask!” you told them.
While you stood guard, Dean fixed up the car for the couple and escorted them out of town. The next morning, you and Dean decided to find a local history professor from the next town over to get some information.
“We should call Sam,” you told him.
“I know,” he mumbled.
“Oh-kay, then what are you waiting for?” you asked.
He said nothing in response, but pulled out his phone and dialed Sam’s number. You weren’t surprised when Dean didn’t address their fight at all.
“Yeah, I’m tellin’ ya,” Dean told Sam on the other line. “Burkittsville, Indiana. Fun Town… No. We can’t cope without you, you know… No, it’s more than a spirit. It’s a god. A Pagan god, anyway… The annual cycle of its killings? And the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman. Like some kind of fertility right. And you should see the locals. The way they treated this couple. Fattenin’ ‘em up like a Christmas turkey… Yeah, (Y/N)’s thinking a ritual sacrifice to appease some pagan god... Yeah, yeah. She’s fine. She’s here.”
You smiled at what you knew was Dean responding to Sam asking about you.
“And the scarecrow takes its sacrifice. And for another year, the crops won’t wilt, and disease won’t spread… No, not yet… I know. We’re actually on our way to a local community college. I’ve got an appointment with a professor. You know, since I don’t have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research.” Dean’s tone shifted. “I’m not hinting anything! Actually, uh—I want you to know….I mean, don’t think… Sam. You were right. You gotta do your own thing. You gotta live your own life.”
You eyed Dean curiously as he continued.
“You’ve always known what you want. And you go after it. You stand up to Dad. And you always have. Hell, I wish I—anyway… I admire that about you. I’m proud of you, Sammy… Say you’ll take care of yourself… Call me when you find Dad.”
You took the phone from Dean. “Hi, Sam. I miss you,” you told him.
“Hey, (Y/N/N), I miss you, too. I’m sorry about what I said,” Sam responded.
“Yeah, me too. Be safe, kiddo.”
Sam laughed at your nickname for him. “I will.”
***
You and Dean talked with a sweet, old professor about the pagan god you could potentially be dealing with; feigning that it was for a research paper. He flipped through a large book on the different Norse pagan gods and goddesses, until a scarecrow in one of the drawings caught Dean’s attention.
“Wait, wait, wait. What’s that one?” Dean asked.
“Oh, that’s not a woods god, per se,” the professor answer.
“The V-Vanir?” Dean read off hesitantly.
The professor nodded.
You read the page aloud. “ ‘The Vanir were Norse gods of protection and prosperity, keeping the local settlements safe from harm. Some villages built effigies of the Vanir in their fields. Other villages practiced human sacrifice. One male, and one female.’ “ You pointed to the picture. “Kind of looks like a scarecrow, huh?”
The professor looked at you strangely. “I suppose.”
“This particular Vanir that’s energy sprung from the sacred tree?” Dean questioned.
The professor seemed confused, but answered you none the less.“Well, Pagans believed all sorts of things were infused with magic.”
“So what would happen if the sacred tree was torched? You think it’d kill the god?”
The old man laughed. “Son, these are just legends we’re discussing.”
“Yeah, yeah of course. He knows that,” you said. “Thank you for your time.” You shook the man���s hand.
“Glad I could help,” he responded.
Dean was the first to hit the door, only to be knocked in the head with a rifle when he opened it.
“Hey!” you yelled, drawing your gun. The sheriff pointed his back at you.
“Carrying a gun on a college campus,” the sheriff tsked. “That’s not a good look for you. Why don’t you put that down and come with me.”
You hesitated, but knew he was right. You put it back in your jacket and raised your hands.
The sheriff aimed his gun at you while two other men he’d brought with him dragged Dean’s passed-out body back to Burkittsville.
The sheriff’s deputies threw Dean’s body down into a cellar beneath one of the houses near the orchard and shoved you down with him.
“You motherfucker,” you told the man. “So what’s the plan? Huh? Keep us here ‘til nightfall, then, what, let us loose in the orchard? You know that thing won’t be able to catch us.”
The sheriff chuckled at you. “Don’t you worry. We’ll take care of you.” And with that, he shut the cellar doors above your head; blocking the majority of the light out. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the bits of sunlight still peeking through the cracks in the boards. You shoved the cellar doors with all your might, groaning as you did. You tried to get it open for hours with the few objects down in the cellar.
“C’mon!” you cried, frustrated. Nothing you tried worked.
Dean’s groan in pain from behind you caught your attention. You rushed back down the stairs and over to him.
You sat down on the floor beside him, gingerly brushing your hand over the wound on his head. “You okay?”
He propped himself up on one elbow and touched the spot on his forehead with his other hand. “Super.”
“Just try to relax,” you told him, “I wanna make sure you don’t have a concussion.”
“What are you, Nurse Ratched?” he grunted, trying to push away from you. “I’m fine, (Y/N), seriously.”
You huffed. “Will you just let me help you? Please?”
Hesitantly, he obliged. You shuffled closer and positioned your knees under his head. He leaned back into you, and you could have sworn some of the tension left his body when he came in contact with you.
You brushed his short, spiky hair back with one hand and held a finger over his face with the other. “Follow my finger, please. Without moving your head.”
He did. His eyes tracked your motion well.
“Okay, now, where are we?” you asked, still stroking his hair.
He scoffed. “What does that have to do with me having a concussion?”
“Just answer the question, asshole.”
He scoffed again, but obeyed. “Uh… some kind of cellar. I’m assuming in Burkittsville.”
“Okay, good,” you said. “Why are we here?”
“That bastard knocked me out at the community college. Fuckin’ professor must’ve called him or something,” Dean grumbled.
“Okay, I think you’re fine,” you told him.
He sat up from your lap, and you missed the feeling of him against you. “Where’d you learn that stuff from?” he asked.
You laughed nervously. “I, uh… this is gonna sound stupid, but I was planning on going to school for nursing the year my parents died.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Yeah. They, um. They died without ever knowing I was gonna go to school that fall.” You looked down at your lap.
“So why didn’t you just leave this all behind and go to school? You could’ve been normal, (Y/N).”
“Honestly?” you replied. “Screw normal. I knew that even if I left hunting, I’d never truly feel safe ever again. Besides, the white picket fence isn’t really my style.” You gave him a lopsided smile which he returned.
“What would you have done? If you weren’t a hunter, I mean,” you asked.
He sighed. “I don’t know. I haven’t given it much thought.” He paused and looked off. He thought for a minute before turning back to you. “I think I would’ve been a mechanic. Maybe a marine, like my dad. When I was a kid, though, I wanted to be a fireman.”
You smiled. “I can totally see that for you.”
The warmth that had settled between you was dispersed by the cellar doors opening. You and Dean scrambled to your feet.
“It’s time,” the woman from the general store said.
You shot Dean a nervous look. You could tell he was doing his best to be brave.
The sheriff really liked using the butt of his rifle to hit things. He’d been using it to urge you and Dean forward about the last half mile into the orchard.
“Do you feel powerful with that thing? Manly?” you asked the sheriff. “You can probably do more with it than you can with your dick— Ow!” You were cut off by a sharp whack to the back of your head.
The sheriff sat Dean down and tied his wrists to a tree.
“How many people have you killed, Sheriff? How much blood is on your hands?” Dean spat.
“We don’t kill them,” was all the sheriff responded with.
“No, you just clean up after,” you broke in as the couple from the general store tied you to a tree next to him. “I mean, how many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?”
The sheriff shot you a glare before walking away from you and Dean.
“Try to understand,” the woman told you, somehow still smiling. “It’s our responsibility. And there’s just no other choice. The town needs to be safe. The good of the many outweighs the good of the one.” She turned away from you, and led the other three men away.
“I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!” Dean called after them.
“So, what’s the plan?” you asked.
“I’m workin’ on it,” Dean responded.
You leaned your head back against the tree stump. “I can’t believe I’m gonna die like this.”
“(Y/N), do not talk like that. You are gonna be fine. We’re both gonna make it,” Dean responded.
“No, dude, be serious. Neither of us have a plan. We’re toast.”
“I told you, I’m working on it,” he assured you.
***
Hours passed. You tossed ideas back and forth about how to escape, but nothing was working. You couldn’t get through the zip ties around your wrists without scissors or a knife; which neither of you had on you. The sheriff had frisked both of you of all your weapons. Before you knew it, night had fallen.
“Can you see?” Dean asked. “Is he moving yet?”
You craned your neck, trying to see around the tree stump. “I can’t see.”
Leaves rustled. You and Dean began frantically pulling at your bindings.
“You hear that?” you squeaked.
“Yeah, I do!” Dean strained against his binds.
And then, Sam emerged from the trees behind you.
“Sam!” you grinned.
“(Y/N)?” he responded, stooping down to you. He immediately set to work untying you.
“Oh! Oh, I take everything back I said.” Dean sounded relieved and overjoyed. “I’m so happy to see you.”
Sam moved over to Dean next.
You rubbed at your wrists and rolled your neck around as you stood. “How’d you get here?”
“I, uh— I stole a car,” he answered sheepishly.
Dean laughed. “That’s my boy! And keep an eye on that scarecrow. He could come alive any minute.”
“What scarecrow?” Sam questioned.
You peeked around your tree to see the scarecrow was missing from his post. You and the brothers exchanged nervous looks, and broke off running in the other direction.
“There’s some kind of sacred tree we have to find,” you explained to Sam as you jogged along.
“It’s the source of its power,” Dean added.
“So let’s find it and burn it,” Sam replied simply.
“Nah, in the morning. Let’s just shag ass before Leather Face catches up,” Dean said.
The three of you reached the clearing, only to find yourselves surrounded by flashlights and the townspeople.
“This way!” You tried to lead the boys in another direction, but there were more people flanking you from the back. The three of you put yourselves back to back, facing the numerous guns and flashlights that clouded your vision.
“Please. Let us go,” you begged.
The old man from the general store spoke to you. “It’ll be over quickly, I promise.”
“C’mon, man, please!”
The man shook his head. “You have to let him take you. You have to—”
All of a sudden, the scarecrow’s sickle poked out through the man’s stomach. The woman next to him screamed as the scarecrow began dragging the two of them away. The rest of the townspeople began to flee the scene at what they had just witnessed.
“Come on, let’s go!” Dean ordered, and the three of you broke off running again.
You heard a noise and turned, but the scarecrow and the elderly couple were gone.
“Alright, let’s light this sucker up and get the hell outta dodge,” Dean remarked, picking up a large stick from the ground. The three of you walked a ways before finding a tree marked with Vince’s tattoo design.
“There!” you pointed at it and took the stick from Dean. Sam poured lighter fluid all over it and you lit the end of Dean’s stick with his zippo lighter.
Dean threw the stick at the tree, and the three of you watched it go up in flames. “So long, fugly scarecrow.”
You and the boys walked back to the college where the Impala was left. It took hours, and you were exhausted, but the sight of that car had you grinning from ear to ear.
“And the rest of the townspeople, they’ll just get away with it?” Sam asked, seeming unsatisfied.
“Well, what’ll happen to the town will have to be punishment enough.” Dean turned to his brother once you had reached the car. “So, can I drop you off somewhere?”
Sam shook his head. “No, you guys are stuck with me.”
You smiled. “What made you change your mind?”
“I didn’t. I still wanna find Dad. And you two are still pains in the ass.”
You giggled.
“But, Jess and Mom— they’re both gone. Dad is god knows where. You, me, and (Y/N). We’re all that’s left. So, if we’re gonna see this through, we’re gonna do it together.”
You could sense a witty remark coming from Dean any second.
“Hold me, Sam. That was beautiful.”
‘There it is.’ You laughed again.
Sam smacked his brother’s shoulder. “You two should be kissing my ass. You were dead meat.”
“Yeah, right. I had a plan, I’d have gotten out,” Dean responded.
“Oh, sure you did,” you chimed in. “They were just all crap.”
Dean shoved you playfully toward the door of the backseat. You got in and settled down, allowing yourself to be sucked into slumber.
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OMG ELORA CONGRATS ON 300!! YOU DESERVE IT!!!
like you literally are one of the blogs who brought about a change of jason's perspective as a character in pjo/hoo tumblr, which now I see more of it every day, you're literally a revolutionary now
I'd like to send in a request of
pjo character x character - a day of percy and jason at percy's house (where jason finds a home with the jackson-blofises)
if that's not already requested ofc!
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"You ready, man?" Percy asks as they reached the doorstep of the Jackson-blofis household.
Jason was fidgeting, indicating his nervousness, but he replied "a little".
"Don't be, my mom and Paul are great, they won't judge, I promise" Percy gave Jason a reassuring smile. He had brought Jason to meet his family because Jason didn't have anyone to go back home with from camp, and Percy thought it was a great idea to introduce him to Sally and Paul, he was sure they'd love him.
The front door creaked open revealing a weary but sweet looking Sally. "Ah Percy! You're here, I missed you, sweetie!" Sally rushed over to hug Percy, before she darted her gaze towards jason, who was timidly looking around. Percy had never seen Jason look so self conscious before. Thankfully Sally cut in by giving jason a big hug, Jason smiled, this new feeling of being hugged by a motherly figure seemed so.. rare and unusual. But it felt nice. Almost nice enough for Jason to make Ambrosia to taste like home again. Yeah, it was that kind of nice.
Paul peeked his head through from the doorway, looking elated to see Percy. "Percy! it's good to see you! And who are you?" Paul asked to Jason. "Oh um hello sir. I'm Jason Grace, a friend of Percy's, Percy has told me a lot about you, I hope it isn't a bother that I came along..." Jason replied politely, giving Paul a small smile. Paul laughed. "No no, of course not, any friend of Percy's is always welcome in this household. As long as they aren't one of those monsters in disguise claiming that they're Percy's friend and try to kill him or something" he awkwardly joked, to which Jason laughed, but Percy rolled his eyes.
"Okay, let's all go inside, and I'll get you some blue cookies that I freshly baked this morning!" Sally said, clasping her own hands excitedly. Jason has heard of Percy's famous blue food, he's even seen Percy's blue pancakes. But he's never tried them before. So he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited to try them out. Sally's reputation as a cook only made him more eager to wanting to try her food.
They were all surrounding the dining table, as Sally served some blue punch and and her most anticipated blue cookies. Jason took a bite of the cookie and boy. It melted in his mouth. Is this what people meant when they say that food that's made with love always tastes the best? Jason had never believed in that idiom. Until now.
"So Jason, how old were you when you came to camp?" Paul asked, munching on his cookies."Well, technically 4 years old, if you don't count in the fact that I was trained by Lupa the wolf since I was two-"Jason was cut off with a small gasp from Sally. Paul had almost dropped his utensils.
"Two??? Jason, honey, you were two years old?" Sally asked wide eyed, concern in her voice."Uhm, well yeah..." Jason tried to brush it off as no big deal. He hadn't realised how shocking this must be for mortals. "But, what about your mother?.. Percy said something about...." Sally began hesitantly
"My mother was an alcoholic, according to my sister, she barely got by, since she was unstable and wasn't well enough to take care of me. And I found out she died in a crash years ago. The Goddess Hera was upset that my father sired another child with another woman, so she demanded that my mother should give me away as a prize. That's also why I'm named Jason, I was forced to be named after heras favourite Hero"
Jason had started to ramble without even realizing it, but he couldn't help himself, Sally and Paul were so welcoming, he felt comfortable to share this with them.Sally, Percy and Paul had stared at Jason, with a mix of gaping, sad, pitiful and potentially horrified looks.
Percy dropped his blue cookies back on to the plate. "I'm so sorry bro.." he said patting Jason's arm and giving him a one armed hug.Paul and sally hadn't said a word and Jason was afraid he had said too much, but what he didn't expect was to be tackled into a huge by both of the adults. Jason heard Sally's whimpers as she held on to jason tight.
Jason had suddenly felt awkward, I mean, he never found his situation this upsetting, he thought it was normal for demigods to experience tragedy. "Jason, I want you to know that if you ever need someone to confide in, me and sally are always there" Paul said, pulling away from the hug, as Sally wiped her eyes. Percy smiled at Jason in a "I-told-you-they-wont-judge-you-bro" way, and Jason had to smile back, but his eyes started to water in gratitude.
Two people he barely even met, had volunteered to be his confidant and had offered him him comfort, it was something jason never knew he needed.
The day ended with Jason sleeping over at Percy's, where they both stayed up all night playing Mario party six on Nintendo, and Sally had packed him some blue cookies for him to take back home. Paul kept complimenting jason for his architectural knowledge, and had encouraged his temple project, even throwing in a few ideas of his own.
For once, Jason Grace wasn't alone.
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𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒙 - 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆
Sirius Black x reader day six of the christmas advent calendar words; 893 warnings; Sirius' family. i kinda like this one a lot (i kinda like all of them a lot let's be so fr) flu season is taking me out (ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS THOUGH) I'm sorry these aren't longer, i rly dk why I've been struggling to write so much lately
The chandeliers twinkled elegantly as people commerce below. I held a permanent smile on my face, ignoring the dirty looks as I held tightly onto Sirius’ arm. He squeezed my hand, lowering his head to my ear.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He whispered quietly and I nodded.
“You want to make your family mad. I get it.” I said back, my mind flashing back to when he asked me.
“You’ll piss them off. Please, be my date!” Sirius begged, dramatically on his knees as I sat on the couch in the Common Room.
I laughed, “Okay wait, let me get this straight. Your family is hosting a party.”
He nodded, “Unfortunately.”
“And because your life’s mission is to piss them off, you want to bring me, a Gryffindor, as your date to said party?”
“Uh, yes.” He confirmed and I nodded.
“Okay, so, red with sparkles or no sparkles?”
His eyes lit up, “Sparkles, duh.”
I smoothed down my dress as he smiled, “You do look beautiful, Y/n/n.”
My heart skipped a beat and my stomach did flips, “You do too, Siri.”
My back straightened as a cold voice spoke to us, “Sirius.” An older woman said, her lips drawn in a tight line as she looked me up and down. I felt small under her gaze,
Sirius nodded with a tight lipped smile, “Mom. This is my girlfriend, Y/n.” I looked at Sirius silently as he called me his girlfriend.
His mom nodded, “She’s quite… her dress is not appropriate for this gathering.”
I scanned the room and she was quite right. Everyone was wearing dark colors, blacks, browns, greens. Definitely not bright red and definitely no sparkles.
“I think her dress is quite beautiful, as is she. You’d have to agree.” Sirius responded civilly, smiling as he accepted two glasses of champagne from the waiter's tray.
“Thank you.” I muttered kindly and the waiter smiled before walking off.
Sirius’ mother rolled her eyes as another voice spoke, “At least she has manners, unlike you, my son.”
Sirius stiffened, “Father.”
Sirius’ father gazed down at us and I stood tall. My hands were shaking but I needed to provide Sirius a rock. I needed to let him know that as long as I am here, there’s no need to be afraid of the man.
“You weren’t invited.” His father said shortly.
Sirius gulped, “Well- I-” He stumbled over his words and I placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from talking.
I smiled at his father, “Yes, however Regulus had mentioned it, so we assumed the letter must’ve gotten lost. We’re so deeply sorry for barging in, it was an honest mistake, Mr. Black.”
“Reggie told you?” His mother asked, seemingly feeling betrayed.
I panicked for a moment, “No, we simply overheard him talking with his friends about it.”
Sirius’ father studied me carefully, “What is your name, girl?”
“Y/n L/n, sir.” I said, holding out my hand to shake his.
He ignored it, a disgusted look coming across his face instead, “A L/n?” He looks to his son who lowered his gaze. “Not only did you come uninvited, you brought a L/n into our home?”
I looked between Sirius and his father, “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t understand. Do you know my family?”
His lip curled into a sneer, “Unfortunately, I do.” He said simply and walked off, his wife on his arm.
My smile dropped and I stepped in front of Sirius. He kept his eyes on the ground and I gently tilted his head up with my hand.
I placed my hands on his cheeks, making sure he’s looking me in the eye, “Don’t let them ruin tonight. You made them mad, that’s what you wanted. Now let’s have fun, it’s a Christmas party after all.”
He smiled, “Yeah, let’s have fun.”
Sirius and I laughed loudly as we stumbled out of the Black manor, tipsy from the amount of champagne we consumed.
“The way she looked at me!” I said through laughs and Sirius laughed even harder.
“She fucking hates you!” He agreed as my abdomen began to hurt from all the laughing.
It was silent once we calmed down, the only sound being the crunching of the snow beneath our shoes as Sirius walked me home.
“I had fun tonight.” I said, breaking the silence.
“It wasn’t fake.” He responded and I furrowed my brows.
“What?” I asked and he stopped, turning to me.
“Well, it was. But I didn’t want it to be.”
“The date?”
“When I called you my girlfriend. It was fake, but I don’t want it to be.” He explained and my heart practically stopped.
I smiled, “You don’t?”
He shook his head, “No. I want to be your boyfriend more than anything, I want you to be my girlfriend.”
I nodded, taking a step closer so we were chest to chest, “Then ask.”
He took a deep breath, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
I kissed him softly, smiling once I pulled away, “Does that answer your question?”
He laughed through his nose, “No, I think you need to do it again.”
I laughed as well, giving him another kiss. This one is longer and deeper. The cold air of the winter night was beat by the warmth of his love.
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I plead with you, on my hands and knees, for some Selkie!Soap x Human!Ghost where Ghost meets Soap's father-
Oh hell yeah! In this au, Ghost is a changeling, I hope its okay that I kept with that
Soap was frantic, going back and forth between pacing and rambling. It was only their second day of leave and his dad asked Soap to bring his new boyfriend.
Ghost didn't want to tell him to calm down since he had Soap's coat on so instead, he just stopped him with his hands.
"Johnny, it's going to be okay."
"You're about to meet my family!"
"I've been talking to your mom for weeks." Ghost reminded him gently. "You're going to be okay."
"My sisters will be there! Both of them!" Soap said softly. "What if they don't like you? What if you don't like them?"
Ghost laughed. "Usually that's my line." He moved closer and held his hands. "You like me and I like you. That's all that matters."
Soap nodded. "My dad is..."
"I know. I know." Ghost sighed. "We'll get through it. It's just two days and after this, we can go back to our cabin."
Soap leaned into his shoulder. "I don't understand why he wants to meet you."
Simon softened and squeezed him. "It's okay, love. Promise." They were rather close to each other.
"You called me love."
"It's a good nickname for you." Simon tried not to blush, aware that he didn't have his mask.
Soap leaned forward and kissed him softly. "Mo fhíorghrá." He pushed Simon's hair back and trailed his fingers through it.
"What does that mean?"
"A devious insult. You probably don't want to know."
"You're a fucking bastard. Go finish getting packed. I'm going to ask Price to extend our leave when we're done."
"Thank God. I want to spend more time here."
Ghost grinned. "With me?"
"Nah. Wish you'd stay outside, you bawbag." Johnny teased back before pulling away to get dressed.
Ghost grabbed his things and waited for him.
The journey there was luckily quick and then they were on Soap's parents doorsteps.
Soap had managed to chew all of his fingers to the quick in anxiety.
The man that opened the door was... well, he looked almost exactly like Soap. His hair was longer though, cut in a more... traditionally male cut to Soap's mohawk. His eyes were green and he was clearly a bit older.
"Hello, sir." Ghost straightened up, glad he had his mask on. The man set him on edge and he couldn't decide if it was what Soap told him or just... the vibe around him.
Soap smiled. "Hey, dad!"
"Fergus MacTavish. So you're my sons..."
"Husband." Ghost saw his eyes go to the coat.
"I see. Come in. Your mom is in the kitchen, Johnny." Fergus made a dismissive motion and Ghost watched him shrink down just a bit before slinking off to the kitchen.
Ghost sat across from Fergus and immediately noticed someone walking right behind him.
Davina, Ghost could tell because her hair was dyed a bright purple, smiled at him. "Are you Ghost? Johnny's talked about about you before!" She was the other selkie.
"Oh? He's talked about me?" He could feel Fergus staring at him.
"Yep. Said you're a giant hardass who works him too hard." She smiled and winked. Ghost huffed.
"He's right. I'm his Lieutenant. Someone has to keep him in line."
Davina laughed. "Cup of coffee?"
"I'd kill for a tea."
Davina laughed harder. "Wow, you actually are that british. I'll see what I can rustle up. Mom keeps some usually." She left him in the room with Fergus again.
The man was still staring at him.
Simon thought about when he came home from the army for the first time. The way his mom's sleeve had lifted up just a little and he had seen his dad's handprints on her. He had dragged him outside and beat him in the street like he was a dog.
This man hadn't done anything in his sight, but already, he felt the same anger he had felt that day bubbling up. His mom had tried to pressure him into seeing his dad in his final days and he hadn't because he was sure he would take him out of the bed and finish the job. The anger was something he knew well. He dealt with it occasionally on missions.
"So Simon." Ghost grit his teeth. "How long have you had his coat?"
"A week now. Not too long. Still getting... used to it." Ghost measured his words carefully.
"I see. Treating my son well?" Fergus tilted his head, looking genuine enough. "Selkies are a bit fragile. Emotionally. I'm sure you've noticed how sad they can get."
No. Ghost hadn't. "In their eyes right? Always so sad."
"Exactly. It's best to keep them busy. So when can I be expecting him to leave the military?"
"What?"
"You're not going to let him reenlist are you? Shouldn't you keep him at home?"
Ghost stared for a minute, more than a little taken back. He was expecting cruelty like he experienced as a child. Beatings or being told you were useless. Not this. It caught him off guard.
"I want to keep him in the military. Keep him close to me."
"Makes sense. Easy access huh?" His tone was light. Normal. Like they were talking about the weather.
"I like spending time with him." Ghost answered honestly.
"If you tell him to shut up, they can't speak until you give them permission to. Comes in handy. Especially with my kids." He laughed and had sorta leaned in. Trading secrets. "You really can make them do whatever you want. As long as they can physically do it, they will. They have these instincts too. This drive to be the best for their person. Best partner. Best friend. Anything they can. Eventually, you barely have to order them."
Ghost felt bile in the back of his throat. "That simple huh?"
"Yep. Snap your fingers and he'll jump." He snapped his fingers. "Just make sure they stay busy. Can't let them find the coats, ya know?"
Ghost held Soap's coat a little closer around himself. "Right..."
Davina came back with a cup of tea for him and cup of coffee for her dad. She perched on the window seat, right behind Fergus. She glared into Ghost, her calm demeanor disappearing.
Slowly, she mouthed at him. "Watch yourself."
Oh thank god. She was cool.
He didn't pay much attention anymore, just staring blankly ahead as Davina and Fergus talked. Already, he was starting to regret this.
Soap sat next to him, almost but not quite touching him which he was thankful for. Ghost picked up that Fergus didn't talk to him with the others around. He tried not to think too much about that.
Soap's mom was lovely. She smiled at him and commented that it was nice to have someone else that doesn't drink coffee.
"I hope vanilla is okay? I don't really keep Earl Gray in stock..." She was a tiny lady, but her hair was incredibly dark for her age. It curled around her and was clearly something she took care of.
Ghost quickly shook his head. "No, vanilla is fine."
"It's his favorite but he won't admit that." Soap laughed and Ghost instinctively pulled him just a little closer. Fergus gave him a sharp look but Ghost interrupted before anyone got the chance to say anything.
"Maybe." Ghost smiled.
"Oh! Do you want to see some baby photos?" Moray, Soap's mom, said excitedly. "I never get to show his partners these!" She grabbed a book and his sister quickly crowded on Ghost's other's side. He tried not to fidget too much at all the contact.
"Mom..." Soap whined but he let her.
Moray put the book on the table. "A little hard to explain that he was born with white hair." She showed him the baby photo of tiny Soap. His eyes were almost black, like an actual seals and his hair was a pure white color like snow. As the photos changed to his toddler years, he looked perfectly human but they were now intermingled with pictures of a tiny seal pup.
''You were so small." Ghost hummed. "So you guys actually turn completely into a seal?"
"Completely." Soap smiled. "It's pretty fun. I'd have to have my coat back though."
"Never going to happen then." Ghost replied like he was told. He saw Moray flinch but one glance between them and she immediately relaxed.
As hard as he tried, Ghost couldn't imagine being this vulnerable and also this trusting. He could be puppeting Soap to act like this around his family and none of them would know.
What a disconcerting thought. He glanced at Soap.
Ghost hadn't noticed it earlier, but around his family, he could see it. This faint sadness. It was more prominent in their mom. Davina had it, though only when looking at her family.
He couldn't handle this. He needed air.
"Excuse me." Ghost pulled away and went outside, hugging the coat closer. He couldn't feel the cold, but he knew outing himself as not human wouldn't be smart. The snow piled up but he just stepped out.
Fucking hell.
He missed his mom.
Ghost jerked up, straightening his posture. Where the fuck did that come from?
He thought about her. She'd love Soap. Of course, she would though.
Mary Riley was a good woman.
What would she do?
She'd help. Somehow.
Ghost should help too.
Simon let out a breath. "Alright. I'm going to find this woman's coat if it fucking kills me."
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I wrote some prompts before which fit this fancast quiet well. You can find them here↓
I also wrote a new scene between them.
When Joffrey arrived at the polo field, the sun had already been high up in the sky, which meant he was late. He yawned and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease the stiffness from sitting in front of the screens for too long. He squinted his eyes, realizing belatedly that he had forgotten his sunglasses. To be fair, Joffrey was mostly nocturnal, so he didn’t need sunglasses to begin with. In fact, he wouldn’t even be here if not for his mother’s persistence.
Something moved inside his hoodie, followed by a soft meow. Joffrey pulled the zip down a bit more to reveal a black kitten hiding in his collar.
“Sorry, buddy,” Joffrey gave the kitten a small pat on the head, “let’s go inside and I will find you something to eat.”
The kitten meowed happily as if it could understand Joffrey’s words. Normally, kittens weren’t supposed to eat anything other than formulated cat food, but Tyraxes was different. Joffrey was trying to feed it with raw meat in an attempt to recreate the kitten’s natural diet. Joffrey knew there would be a buffet after the polo game, and judging by the upscale reception, the buffet must be extravagant as well. Joffrey was sure he could find some salmon sashimi, caviar, or other delicacies to feed his cat.
“Excuse me, sir. You need to go through security first.” The receptionist stopped Joffrey as the brunette was trying to bypass security, “May I see your invitation, please?”
“Eh, I don’t have an invitation. My mom just told me to get my ass down here.” Joffrey replied as he took off his headphone, “I am late, you know. My family must have already gone inside.”
The receptionist looked Joffrey up and down, as if trying to determine if the boy was telling the truth. A polo game was a formal event that required a special dress code. The guests didn't need to come in suits and ties, but hoodies, sweatpants and trainers were considered inappropriate. The boy who claimed to be one of the honored guests was dressed wrong in every possible aspect. His hair wasn’t even properly slicked. Wait, was there something moving inside his hoodie?
“I am sorry, sir, what is the-”
“No, don't move, Tyx, buddy-” Joffrey tried to make the kitten stop, but the small ball of fur seemed determined to break out of his hoodie. The kitten stomped on Joffrey’s chest before leaping out and running towards the security check. The security guy tried to stop it, but the kitten was too quick to catch.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Joffrey cursed, “Come back, Tyx! You little devil!”
The brunette ran after his kitten, leaving the stunned receptionist and the security guy behind.
“Sir! You cannot go inside!” The receptionist almost shouted, “Stop right there, or we’ll have to call the authorities.”
Two security officers blocked Joffrey’s way. Unlike their colleagues at the entrance, these two were obviously professionals. Black suits, sunglasses, and vest, more like special ops than security officers at the polo game. There was no doubt that Joffrey’s limited experience of boxing could not get him pass these two guys, so he opted for a different approach.
“Wow, wow, guys, take it easy.” Joffrey put his hands up in surrender, “I just want to find my cat, okay? I do have an invitation. If you just let me grab my phone-”
“Don't play smart.” One of the guys said in a booming voice.
“I am not playing anything, okay?” Joffrey tried to appear innocent, because he really needed to get his kitten back as soon as possible. It was the first time he took Tyx to such a populated place, so he was getting more and more worried that his kitten would get stuck in some unimaginable places. Joffrey would never forgive himself if anything happened to his cat.
Unfortunately, the security officers didn't buy his story. Shit, Joffrey shouldn't have come here in his gamer outfit. Well, he didn't have really have a proper outfit for this formal occasion, but at least he could fish out the blazer his mother bought him for his 18th birthday. Nobody would believe a young man in hoodies and trainers was an invited guest to the polo game.
Joffrey was about to try again and argue his way out of the situation, but his savior beat him to it.
“What are you doing here, Joff?” A young man with blonde hair walked towards them. Compared to Joffrey’s messy outfit, the man was dressed smartly and elegantly. White polo shirt and grey pants, paired with a nicely polished leather oxfords. His hair was in a classy preppy style, brushed neatly to the back to reveal his youthful face. The newcomer was handsome and proper, but what attracted Joffrey the most was the ball of black fur pressed to the man’s fine shirt.
“Tyx!”
“I found it near the field.” The man said, cradling the kitten tighter, “I recognized it immediately, so I thought I would bring it to you. You must be worried.”
“Do you know this gentleman, Mr. Daeron?” The receptionist asked after he finally caught up with them.
“Oh, yes.” Daeron smiled, “He’s my nephew, Joffrey. His family is looking for him.”
“I am so sorry, Mr. Daeron. I didn’t know.” The receptionist’s face turned white as if he had just been sacked, “Please, forgive me, Mr. Joffrey.”
“It’s okay.” Joffrey waved his hand dismissively as he took the little kitten from Daeron, “Can I go inside now?”
“Of course.” The receptionist attitude changed dramatically after learning Joffrey’s identity, “Have a nice day, Mr. Joffrey.”
Hypocrite, Joffrey murmured as he walked with Daeron inside the pavilion.
“Why are you so late?” Daeron asked, walking shoulder by shoulder with Joffrey, their hands brushing against each other, “Were you up all night playing video games again?”
“No.” Joffrey replied.
“Liar.” Daeron reached out to touch the dark circle under Joffrey’s eyes, “Where did these dark circles come from?”
“I was doing a speed run,” Joffrey pouted, unaffected by the fact that his lies had just been exposed, “and I succeeded! Check the world rank.”
“I know you are good at gaming.” Daeron pinched Joffrey’s puffed cheeks before planting a quick kiss on them, “But you need to sleep from time to time. You do know that humans cannot live without sleep, right?”
“I would be sleeping if mother didn't insist that I come here.” Joffrey’s cheeks turned bright pink, but he didn't seem to mind the blonde kissing him.
“It’s the biggest event Targ Group has sponsored so far this year.” Daeron explained, “Your mother gave a wonderful speech on the opening ceremony.”
“Why are you here then? I don't think your mother will be too pleased about you showing up.” Joffrey followed Daeron to a pavilion decorated with fresh flowers and ribbons, “Where are we going?”
“To the buffet.” Daeron stepped aside to let Joffrey in first, a gentleman he was, “You must be hungry after skipping breakfast.”
“How do you know I skipped breakfast?”
Daeron smiled warmly and brushed a stray curl from Joffrey’s face.
“You always skip breakfast after an all-nighter.” The blonde said, “You are here mostly for the buffet, aren’t you?”
“No,” Joffrey pouted again, which was a telltale indication that he was lying, “I am here to support my family.”
“Your family doesn't need much support.” Daeron said, “But I do.”
“You?” Joffrey tilted his head to the side confusingly, “You haven't answered my question yet. Why are you here?”
“To participate in the game, silly.” Daeron couldn't help but lean in and kiss the boy again. How could Joffrey be so adorable when he was deprived of sleep?
Right. Joffrey almost forgot. Daeron was an excellent polo player who had his own horse called Tesserion. The blonde was the epitome of modern day aristocrat. He went to private school, participated in sports like polo and tennis, and had been the honor student all his life. He was now studying his way to his first doctor degree. Joffrey never respected anyone from THAT side of the family, but Daeron was different, if you could call your uncle/boyfriend different.
“You didn't tell me.” Joffrey said lamely.
“In fact I did, but you were too focused on your game then. You must have missed it.”
Joffrey didn't know how to react other than being utterly embarrassed. He was a lame boyfriend who didn’t pay enough attention.
“Don't worry. I am not blaming you, Joff.” Daeron shrugged, “I like it when you are so focused on something.”
“The tabloids don't share your opinion. I am clearly a disgrace of the family. My brothers were all superstars in their own fields, while I only got admitted to college because mother made a handsome donation.” Joffrey said. He didn't feel ashamed about it, but what he just said was true. He never liked academics, or sports for that matter, though he was a decent athlete.
“Your talent lies elsewhere. That’s all. Those who think otherwise just don't get it.” Daeron said with such seriousness that Joffrey believed him immediately.
“You are my boyfriend,” Joffrey murmured, “you only see the good in me.”
Daeron chuckled as he took the brunette’s hand into his. The game was yet to start, but the buffet was already laid out. Joffrey whistled happily when he found a giant sushi boat.
“Look, Tyx,” Joffrey raised the kitten up, “your favorite salmon!”
Daeron couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t lying earlier. Joffrey was indeed a very talented person, though his talent wasn’t common fields. Unlike Daeron, Joffrey was never academic, but he was smart in his own way. He was creative in his gameplay, and his twitch account had over 1M subscribers. Joffrey might not be an artist like his brother Lucerys, but he did a fair amount of fanart for his favorite comics. Joffrey was so popular online that Daeron would sometimes be so jealous of Joffrey’s followers that he wanted to tell them to stay away from his wonderful boyfriend. Daeron was not as perfect as he looked. He was a jealous, obsessive boyfriend that wanted Joffrey only for himself.
“You go get Tyx some salmon.” Daeron said, tucking a strand of curls behind Joffrey’s ear, “I’ll bring you some food.”
“I want chips, and soda.”
“Baked veggies and sparkling water, got it.”
“Daeron!” Joffrey complained, but his boyfriend was already gone.
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BESTIE I jumped when I saw a new tag in the warnings… 👀
And I am so late again 😂 but let’s get started 😈
Can I just say… the way you wrote about her time at the mountains, gave me such vivid scenery of the rocky mountains with the cold mountain air. You literally have such a gift of giving a girl all her 5 senses when it comes to reading this masterful world you have created for us!
Well… it’s clear as day that our girl is suffering a bit of Stockholm Syndrome here. She misses being held tight by Coryo, she grew into that habit with him. And when she told Edmund to wrap his arm around her tighter and it not being enough or even comparable to the way Coryo holds her… and now she can’t fall asleep without him 😭
“I want it to be you. Not him.” - Yeah… about that…
Oh our girl wants it BAD with Edmund 😂 she is really out here desperate and fighting for his touch and affection and ouch! He just denied her lmfao 😂 but we know why he did what he did! He’s such a sweetheart for wanting her to heal first and do the deed at the right time and place 🥹🩷
“Coriolanus had made you feel desirable. He performed extraordinary measures just for a kiss.” - Yep! Coryo really messed her up 😂 (in a good way ofc)
You’d rather be Edmund’s doormat than Coriolanus' bride. - Oh! 😳
I’m sorry but I died when Edmund brought her flowers and started apologizing and beg her to not be angry at him because it literally reminds me of my own parents 😂 literally my dad does something that pisses off my mom and she is giving him the silent treatment until he apologizes 😂
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You almost don't recognize him. His hair had grown out, and he wore an expensive red coat instead of his Commander uniform. - AHHH THIS MADE ME BLUSH LIKE AN IDIOT 😂 EEEEK I KNEW HIS HAIR WOULD GROW OUT IN THIS CHAPTER 🤩
AND THE CONSTANT BEGGING AT HIS KNEES! AND HIM GRABBING HER BY THE HAIR TO NOT LET HER SAVE EDMUND! HE IS SO FUCKING EVIL! 😈
Okay now back to the serious stuff!
Edmunds death was absolutely HEARTBREAKING 💔 the way it was written… I started crying for him and his poor mother and little brother 😭 that was definitely such a tragic turn to the story! Okay, now I know why you had to keep Edmund alive at the beginning of the story 😂
“Kiss your mother goodbye, and let’s go.” - DUDE 😑 you didn’t even let her take a breath and you just grabbed her by the hair and took her away from her family and home 😑 our poor girl's mom 😭separated from her AGAIN! I’m just glad her mom and brother are alive tho!
“Mum,” was all you could call out as you pass her. - MY HEART 💔
Coryo is definitely colder now. Especially with the way he’s treating her. No shock there tho.
Dude just shoved her into a booth without any consideration 😂
“Enough,” he tells you. - yes, daddy! But also… really dude? 😑
It was actually so sad seeing her watch from the window being forced to leave her home behind forever 😭
I love how she told him off about him ruining her life and taking everything away from her! LIKE YOU TELL HIM QUEEN 👸
And of course he grabbed her jaw and pushed her head back against the glass 😂 daddy, chill!
“Your mother has joined your brother in the District 12 jail. I would be very careful what you say to me. Did you think this was a game? Did you think I wouldn’t search for you? Wouldn’t find you?” - No, I knew you would hunt me down and catch me which is why I ran in the first place. I am such a whore for a game of cat and mouse 😈
“Whatever this is, it’s finished.” - WHAT A FUCKING DICK. 😑
“You do the slightest thing to displease me and your family will follow Edmund.” - “Do you understand me?” - YES, SIR 🫡
I love how he flinches when she calls him Commander 😂
“You’re still there,” - really dude? 😑
When she quickly stood up before he came to grab her 😂 like jeez, let the girl take a breather 🙄
Damn the bedroom and bathroom is niceee and luxurious, I feel so pampered already. And he really had everything prepared for her to enter the Capitol! She’ll be fine 😂
‘‘Take your clothes off.” Coriolanus demanded. - you come and take it off me 😈
Poor girl thought he was gonna take her right then and there 🥹 I on the hand would not mind one bit 👀
I find it so funny and adorable at how mad he gets when she doesn’t listen to him and he has to forcefully take initiative with her 😂 I would love for this man to yank my clothes off and push me into the shower whilst joining me 😫
I love how he pulls her back under when she moves 😭
Now girl, you know how much of a whore I am with your shower scenes, it is soooo HOT 🫠💦 I just love how he cleans her with the sponge 😫
“Look at you,” he mutters. He scrubs the sponge under your nails to get rid of the dirt that had caked under them. - I would just suck his dick right there.
Damn baby boy needs to chill ✋ he’s going to peel her skin off with scrubbing her so hard 😂 i hate scrubbing my body when i shower and i could literally feel the harsh scrubbing on my skin when i read this lmfao - BUT it was still so hot when he was scrubbing her whole body, especially the when he crouches down and does her thighs and right back up and resting on her hip ughhh 💦
MY GOD WHEN HE WRAPS HIS HAND AROUND HER THROAT AND FORCED HER BACK INTO THE STREAM AGAINST HIM AND HE’S JUST STARING AT HER AND RESTING HIS FOREHEAD STILL AGAINST HER COLLARBONE AND SHOULDER AND BREATHING DEEPLY... HAD ME GOING FERAL UGHHH AND THE SHOWER IS ALREADY SO HOT WITH THE FOG AND HARD TO BREATH, MY GOD 😫
“I am so angry at you,” he said softly. You feel the hand on your throat tighten. - *nervously smiling and trying not to giggle at the same time* 😫
“How could you do that to me?’’ He lifts his head off of you to look you in the eye. - I can't 😑
“Augustus has been opening hospitals and amongst the Capitol people, while I have been chasing you around District 12. Do you have any idea how that made me look?’’ - no but i bet you looked really hot, daddy 🙄
“You’re sorry? Not good enough.” - this man 🤦♀️
“I don’t feel as if I have won. I feel as if I have been betrayed.” - omg his ego is soooo bruised rn i can’t with him 😂
When she started sobbing about him killing Edmund and punching his shoulder had me crying 💔😭
“I let him live once. Remember?” - 😑😑😑 - “What made you think I would make the same mistake twice?” - actually… yes 😂 - “Edmund was a good man.” - “And now he’s a dead man.” - 😳😳😳
He clearly is not having it with her this time. This time he means business and is not as ‘nice’ as he was before 😂
“You did,” you wait for him to elaborate as he dresses in his pajamas, “Your letter to your brother. People disappear all the time up there.” - OH SHIT THIS FUCKING SMART MOTHERFUCKER 😳 OH NO SHE MUST FEEL SO MUCH GUILT RN NOOOO
“You know why I can trust you? Because I have your family locked in a cage.” - THE WAY I WAS AT A LOSS FOR WORDS 😳
Well at least he wrapped his arms tightly around her when he went to bed! And our girl finally falling asleep easily after months in HIS grasp only 😈
Aweee he propped a pillow for her so she could sit up ��
“I have some work to do. Interviews and thank you letters. So, if you decide to come out be quiet.” - No.
Okay the jacket situation. I got so scared when he suddenly came in and demanded the jacket because we all know he’s just gonna throw it out the train like it’s nothing. And her begging him to let her keep it was honestly so heartbreaking 💔 it was also like watching these two play tug of war over the jacket 😂 she’s so cute for trying to keep the jacket safe. Man he’s so rough with her too 😈 and of course he hits her again after she gave was forced to give him the jacket 😭
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This man is so crazy that he smacks her and then brings her tea the next minute 😂 but also… my baby is so cute, but just a psychopath 😭
“They tell me you didn’t have lunch either. Is that your plan? To starve yourself to death before we reach the Capitol?” - Jeez, I wonder why this girl is not eating…? 🤔
“Well I do. I have lots of plans, and you’re through with delaying them. So Sit up and drink your tea.” - oookay 🙄😈
I just love that he helps her sit up!
“You look so different.” - IDK WHY THIS MADE ME BLUSH 🥰
“I am still the same.” - Oh, you mean a psychopath? Then yes, yes you are! A more cold and confident version but i ain’t complaining 😈
“What would you know? You never bothered to get to know me.” - DAMN 😳 she really didn't tho
“Think, think, think. What have I told you about thinking? You’re no good at it. I’ll do it. Now drink your tea.” - I THINK I JUST CAME. AGAIN.
Idk why i started laughing so much when she asked if she'll ever go back to 12 and he just flat out says "No." 😂
“I want that tea finished before I get back.” - YES, SIR 🫡
She’s so cute and REAL for pouring it down the sink lol
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He literally treats her like a doll 😂 moving her around, dressing her up and brushing her hair!
Okay why is this man so rough with the hair brushing? 😂 but he’s also so sweet when massages the spot he hurt 🥹🩷 - “That wouldn’t have happened if you had gotten up at some point.” - and now he scolds us 😑
“There will be cameras when we step off the train. Fashion is very important in the Capitol. You’ll have to get used to not wearing the same dress every day.” - OKAY. RUDE 😑
So hot how he placed a kiss on the back of her shoulder 😫
I can’t imagine how much of a culture shock she has right now. This is a whole new world for her! Poor girl is just so overwhelmed and so out of her element 😭
Ahhh Coryo always having a tight hold on this girl 😫
THE FIRST THING THIS MAN DOES... IS GET MARRIED? She was soooo freaked out too 😭
“Yes. Marriage. Now sign the paper.” His hand curls around yours so you don’t drop the pen. - but…? but...? He is so impatient with her now 😂 I feel so bad for her like give my girl a break 😭
Daddy is so cold and has 0 sympathy for her 😈
“You’ve robbed the Capitol of the wedding of the year, truly!” - OH FUCK YOU, DUDE!
“I think the Capitol will survive.” - YES QUEEN 👸
Idk why I laughed when she started sobbing at the guys excitement for marrying the two of them 😂
“Forgive her. The journey was long.” - 😑😑
At least he has some decency with wiping away her tears, but still has the audacity to tell her to stop crying 😂 and he keeps saying ‘we’re home, our home’ BOY THIS AIN’T HER HOME AND YOU KNOW IT! QUIT IT WITH DELUSIONS 👿
Baby boy is so excited and happy to be finally home with his family 🥹
“Don’t just stand there, child. Come forward, let me take a look at you.” - Oh how I love Grandma’am! I'm actually surprised Grandma’am doesn't hate her because she is District. Especially the last one 😂
Our girl was so overwhelmed by everything happening all at once, that she fainted 😭 Edmund, her mom and brother, her home, the Capitol, the wedding!
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When she wakes up in panic and Coryo quickly pulled her towards him 😂 baby boy is still scared she’ll run away from him 😭
When he keeps saying that’s she’s alright and safe… boy 🙄
My god he’s so needy when she’s panicking and trying to push him away and he just retaliates by grabbing her wrists and forcing them 😂
I feel so bad for our girl. She’s traumatized by Edmunds death and is so scared and just wants to go home 😭
Ngl tho it’s really hot how he just pushed her body towards his chest and just started cradling her tightly in his grasp so she feels asleep in it 😫
Aweee Grandma’am and Tigris are so oblivious to their favorite boys psychotic tendencies 😂
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Baby boy wanting to wear at least one thing that she had a hand in 🥹and not him tearing off his buttons so she could make it brand new again 😂 ughhh he’s soooo needy for her nurture 😫
If you performed an action in the way he wanted, he would give you updates on your family. - Oh, he's sweet but a psycho.... a little bit psycho…
From what you gathered, they were fed and allowed an hour outside together. - this is so sad :(
At least our girl is getting pampered and wearing a wedding-like gown… but this man didn't even compliment on how beautiful she looks, only focused on himself in the mirror 🙄
“Just a few more hours and you’ll be looking at the President of Panam.” - SO HE’S FINALLY FUCKING US TONIGHT?
“Shouldn’t I be the one shaking?” he jokes. - boy… you know damn well you’re for sure winning 🙄
He’s so pouty when she doesn't want to go 😂
“Do I need to remind you that your performance tonight is crucial to your family's survival?” - You know, he’s really starting to piss me off 😑
When he tells her to tell him if anyone mentions she's District and I'm like... yeah... and the person who mentions it will suddenly just disappear without a trace 😂
“As first lady of Panem, you’ll be required to attend performances like these from time to time. I need to know I can trust you not to embarrass me when you do.” - embarrass you…? 😑
I said this before but she is probably so overwhelmed by everything. The crowd, the flashing lights, the scenery, Panem and the new look. This new world is all just so much for her.
Coriolanus leans down to whisper in your ear, “All you have to do is sit down next to Tigris and smile. Can you do that?” - Yes, daddy.
DADDY HAS WON PANEM. President Coriolonus Snow… we salute you 🙇♀️
Umm…? Is girly really thinking about making a run for it, right now? Babe, there is no freedom even if you made it to the streets 😂especially with your NEW elected President aka your HUSBAND 😂you gots to STAY PUT.
Look our new President baby boo being scared and making sure not to lose his wife in the crowd 🥹 and so he has to hold on tight to the point of breaking her wrist 😂
He looks back to check on you one or two times but never opens his mouth. - how nice 😑
Confetti had been hidden in his curls. You focused on counting the pieces. - i swear this is so me 😂 I will dissociate from everything and everyone and focus on someones hair and count the confetti pieces on it lmfao
I see his ego has been boosted ever since he grew out his hair and is not the Commander anymore 😂
Oh what i would do to have this man push me up against an elevator wall and assault my lips 😫
HE ACTUALLY PROMISED HER THE APPLE PIE DRINK!!! MY HEART OH MY GOD THE CUTIE PATOOTIE 🥹🩷 so hot that he snatched her fourth one away! He needs her to stay somewhat alert, for later… 😈
“She’s fine, Tigris. I’ll bring her home with me.” - yeah… he want’s ya’ll asleep by the time he gets home so he could fuck his girl without any interruptions 😈
boy leave her alone and let her hug your damn cousin without you squeezing her hand 😭
“You were very well behaved.” - anything for you, daddy 😫
“Snow always lands on top,” he talks softly as he gazes out to the city. - he indeed does, especially on top of me 😈
Now this man is going down on her in the backseat 😂 so so hot tho 🔥 and when he hits her thigh to be quite ughhh 😫 and look at our girl go with grabbing his hair while he’s going at it 👏
Edmund was barely cold in the ground and here you were, being eaten out by the man who killed him. - oh… well yeah… ANYWAY 😃
When the driver opens the door and Coryo quickly pulls it back shut 😂
He pockets her panties? 🥵
LOOK HOW EAGER OUR BABY BOY IS TO GET HER UP TO THEIR BEDROOM AND FUCK HER 😫
Okay It’s actually happening right now… let me compose myself before I get into this beautiful scene 😫 I legit got wet again trying to type this out 😂
Uh oh, when he kisses her past the normal amount she knows what’s about to happen…
“Please, just give this to me. Don’t make me take it.’’ - baby boy… none of this is consensual 😂 I also love how he drags her by the wrists 😫
I go crazy when a guy kisses your hip 😫
“Shut up,” it was less of a command and more of a plea, “Please, shut up.” - I just came… SOOOO MUCH 🫠💦
“It’s alright. I’ll take care of you.” - ABOUT TIME!
When he finally goes into her… i became a rabid animal, hungry for more 💦😫
“It’ll only hurt for a little bit,” - i don’t care how bad it hurts, do whatever you want to me 🫠💦 i am your little fuckdoll 😫
MY GOD WHEN HE KISSES HER AS SHE WHINES 🫠
Coriolanus tried his best to remain slow, but as he got lost in his own lust, he forgot about your pain. - of course he did 😂 and i love it! As long as he’s inside me, i don’t care about the bruising pain he’s causing me 😫 aaaand the kissing her the whole damn time my godddd!!
“Ah,” he grunts. - I just came again… 🫠💦
Poor girl is so overstimulated rn tho 😂
So hot how he cages his arms around her head and drags a finger down on her face. He really really enjoyed himself here and is on top of the world (literally) 😂
“Welcome to the Capitol, Mrs. Snow. - And thank you, daddy.
Okay. Based on everything that has happened, she seems like she’ll get used to this new life and settle. Because she already had some sort of Stockholm Syndrome up in the mountains when comparing him and Edmund. And I do wonder if he’ll ever move her mom and brother up to the Capitol…
BESTIE!! I know I went too crazy with this one but it’s because it is so well deserved and my god when I tell you I read this at least six times (no joke). What an amazing chapter!! And you know how much of a whore I am for long chapters and this was literally *chefs kiss*
I am so sad that there is only one more chapter left 🥹🩷 but at least we still have S. Lands on Top (I can’t wait for our sass queen Mabel to return, because I missed her way too much) and I saw you’re doing another Coryo fic 👀 AND a Billy the Kid one (super excited for that one because I know it’s gonna be sooo sooo good)!!
CAN'T WAIT FOR S. LANDS ON TOP NEXT HEHEHE 🩷
HELLO BESTIE!
As always you smash it ❤️
I actually feel so bad for the reader. Not only is she in an entirely new world (as you said) but the person who brought her is acting like a dick towards her.
Coriolanus has gotten every thing he wanted. He’s back with his family in the capitol with his girl. His president! Married! Mans on a high right now.
You could see him become ‘nicer’ by the end of the chapter but I don’t think he will ever fully trust her again.
You’re the first one to pick up on the driver and the door 🫡 he didn’t want the driver to see the reader in that’s state.
Did you like the part where he hummed the song his mother used to sing? I thought it was so cute that he used to sing it when he was academic under pressure 😭😭
One thing I did pick up on is that you like dark dark fiction 😈😈😈 I think you’ll really like the next chapter of S.lands on top……
So glad you liked this chapter!
I’ll see you in the next chapter of S.lands on top!
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Angstober - Day 15 - False Hope @angstober
After reading the letters from his father to his mother about the future, Gokudera thought that maybe, there was hope for his relationship with his father, but as he travels to Italy his thoughts are consumed by doubt, as he looks at the clouds passing by the plane.
What did he expect from his father? What did he want to talk about with his father? What he would do if certain things were told? Would he be able to actually move on? Sighs as he rests against the seat, closing his eyes as he plays the music on his phone and then headset.
A few hours later, taking a taxi and then going straight to the mansion where he ran away, he sent a letter to his father before coming so they would know that he was coming. The gates open as soon as he steps out of the taxi and a butler steps in. "Sir Andrea Minore, welcome back. Sir Salvatore is waiting for you in his office if you care to follow me."
He felt his skin crawl at the name, almost wishing to gag, but taking a deep breath. Gokudera Hayato. I gave up that name when I ran away. Yet he did follow the butler inside the mansion and towards his father's office.
Looking around the mansion while he walked he could see that a few things were still in the same place, as he passed through the music room where he used to have classes with his mother, he couldn't help but open it, looking as it was empty now, the memories slowly flowing in with the laughs and melodies he learned with her.
Deep in the memory, he heard someone cough, which made the storm look back and see the butler. Right, he was there to meet someone, not to spend time remembering and reliving. His shoulders fall as he turns and walks away, following once again the butler.
"I'm sorry for my wrongdoing before Gokudera-sama. I should know you wouldn't want to use that name even here."
It's okay. He didn't have anything else to say as the butler knocked on the office door and announced his presence. Soon the door was open and he was led in, as Gokudera stopped in front of the desk, looking down at the man who gave him birth.
"Andrea, what do I owe you the pleasure? After you so "politely" ran away."
He raises an eyebrow as he looks at the man, sighing a bit, he should know going back, he would hear that name more, but sure he didn't expect his father to do that. Gokudera Hayato, at least call me by the right name. But fine, I need to know, did you really love my mom?
Looking at the men in front of him, Salvatore Minore had everything saying he was a Mafia Don and earned his respect and place in the world, as the man dressed nicely and had a firm posture. His face didn't give anything away. "No. It was a mistake."
Frowning at that comment, he saw the letters in the future he knew it was a lie so why? Salvatore... Please don't lie to me. I know you are lying.
"Then why ask? If you are not going to hear it then why are you here?"
That was a good question as he pulled a chair and sat down in front of the men. I want to hear the truth, padre.
"I didn't love your mom, but I still love her, no matter how much time it had been, there is not any day I forgot her." As the older man says.
Gokudera was glad that, at least was true, but what he didn't expect was to hear the rest. "But I'm disappointed in you. You run away like a child, then you get kidnapped by my enemy, and you then turn into a failure bigger than anything, I heard he conditioned you, abused, and used you. Even after being rescued, you still were useless! What you are going to do now? Besmirching Vongola's family name?! Hah, what a joke! Or what do you expect me to accept you back? So you have some kinda of background? Because that will never happen. Quite honestly I'm not even sure why the Vongola wants you."
The storm heard all of that quiet, whatever hope his sister had, or whatever hope he had for this relationship, he sure as hell got broken. False Hope. The illusion of hope was given, only to be shattered. The future Bianchi gave him hope, but he could see now, that was purely a mistake.
"You are so useless and pathetic! I should have let you die, instead of bringing you in, it would probably better. Hah! What a joke you are."
Gokudera slaps his father hard, marking his father's face with the palm of his hand, using his flames to make it an eternal thing. Good to see you keep being the trash you were, the trash that didn't want to rescue a kid from the enemy, just because of the half-blood. You never fail to meet my expectations I see. No, I just wanted to make sure you were still the piece of trash from my memories.
As Hayato got up he looked at the mark on his father's face, which probably was hurting like hell, yet he didn't have any sympathy as he turned to walk away. The Vongola that the Decimo Sky wants to create is far different from what the Mafia expect from him. I'm sure you will understand in a few years. But when that happens, don't come begging for my help I hope you rot.
Gokudera left without looking back, he was going to walk around the mansion to make sure there was nothing he forgot that was from his mother to him and then go back into the first plane back to Japan.
If he had any hope for his father, that shattered completely as the Storm clung to his legs on the way back, he wasn't going to cry. But something inside of him broke, he wasn't sure what, he wasn't one to believe in hope or believe in the good of people, yet, still, he felt sad about that.
But that talk, made him decide to give up on any type of relationship with his father's family. He would give up his blood family, and focus on his new family, one that although not blood-related, still was a better family than his own blood. Hearing music while on his way back.
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Bands I listen to that I think Carl Grimes would listen too because I said so. (I'll probably make a part 2 of this) he's so emo
🎸Pierce the veil
-Definitely a big fan of them
-His favorite albums is probably colid with the sky and misadventures!
-DEFINITELY crys to hold on till may!
-his favorite songs would include: today I saw the whole world, stained glass eyes and colorful tears, tangled in the great escape (especially that song!) Cheap bouquet, yeah boy and doll face.
🎸Avenged sevenfold🎸
-hes such a big fan of them!!
-seize the day is HIS song
-his two fav albums are city of evil and nightmare
-relates to afterlife
-definitely rights a bunch of lyrics from their songs on his shoes
-he first heard of them on the radio in the car
-the song that was playing was bat country. He really enjoyed it Lori was about to skip it but carl told her not too
-his fav songs include: seize the day, afterlife,almost easy,bat country and buried alive
🎸system of a down🎸
-you already know this boy is a big fan of them!
-I like to think before the apocalypse happened he was walking home from school when he heard a group of older kids listening to them
-he was scared too scared to ask them what band this was and who they were so he had behind a bush so the older kids couldn't see him
-long story short one of the older kids noticed him and asked him to come out of there. Here's how it happened:
"What the- hey kid!" The older kid shouted to carl. Carl froze. They noticed him. He tried to walk away but the older kid stopped him. "Hey kid wait!" The older kid shouted. Carl hesitantly turned around "what's your name?" He asked the little kid. Carl noticed that now that the entire group of older kids were staring at him with confusion. "I-im Carl. Carl grimes sir!" Carl stuttered "well Carl grimes why were you hiding behind that bush and watching us? You a spy or something?" The older boy asked "no sir!" Carl replied "okay listen kid you don't have to call me sir I'm not a cop" the older boy chuckled "but why were you watching us?" Carl stayed quiet for a bit and then he told the truth "because I wanted to hear the song you guys were listening too, I thought it sounded cool" he confessed "oh, well kid you could have just asked us" the older boy said with a smile "yeah we'd be happy to tell you what the song or band that's playing" one of the older girls in the group spoke up "oh okay" carl smiled "so what's this band called I think they sound awesome!" Carl said with a big smile on his face. "Well Young carl grimes this band is called system of a down and the song that is currently playing by them is radio/video" the older boy said "cool, well I have to get going now my mom must wondering where I am" Carl told him "okay then but hey kid you seem cool and if you enjoyed system of a down we can show you more songs by them or better more bands that we'd think you like. We're always here just stop on by!" He said to carl "okay thank you! I'll definitely come back!" Carl said to them "oh and kid! Be careful out there it's a dangerous world out there" the older boy said to carl as he was walking away "okay I will!" Carl replied back before walking back home.
-end scene-
-his fav songs by them include:innervison, radio/video, old school Hollywood, loney day, and darts
|well these are some of the bands that I think Carl Grimes would listen too. I'm probably going to make a part 2 because there a some more bands I think he would listen too! What bands do you think he would enjoy? Also these are just my personal head canons!|
#Spotify#carl grimes#carl grimes imagines#carl grimes headcanons#the walking dead#the walking dead headcanons#emo#music#pierce the veil#avenged sevenfold#system of a down
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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC Word Count: 2,775
Kota
I knocked on the door before opening it, letting Jake and I into my childhood home. "Hello, we're here!" I yell out into the huge open entry way of the house. "We're in the Kitchen!" I hear my lovely mother shout back to us. I begin to lead Jake through the entryway of the home, stopping by the photos on the walls, "We'll be there in just a second!" I say back to them.
I rub small circles on Jake's back while he looks over the photos of my family, I could only assume that he's missing the hell out of his family right now. I've known him since our plebe summer in the Naval Academy, and from knowing him from that time about 5-6 years ago at this point he's only gone home a time or two, once during the Academy, and the other being right before we started in Lemoore.
I speak softly, "You okay?" he just nods to me. I reach my hand out for his hand, "Why don't we go see Ice and Mom, I know it's not your immediate family, but they are your home away from home family. Why, because I just said so." He chuckles at my goofiness, and takes my hand and intertwines our fingers together.
"Just up here, on the right." I say guiding him to the kitchen. As soon as we enter the kitchen both Ice and Mom are quick to pull both Jake and I into a group hug. "You both look so good." My mother Sarah says to us. "We made brownies for you both Ma'am." Jake says a little nervously. I rub small circles into the backside of his hand with my thumb, while I introduce Jake to my Mother.
"Mom this is Jake, my best friend since the Academy and Situationship, and Jake this is my wonderful mother Sarah, who has not only put up with my scary life choices, but also Ice's, she's a saint and a half." A light rosy pink blush takes over my mothers cheeks at my compliment, as she tries to play it off like she's just an average person. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ma'am." Jake says with a little bit of his Southern drawl slipping out. "The pleasure is mine, and no need for formalities honey, you can call me Sarah."
Ice clears his throat before asking in a rougher than normal voice, "May I speak to Jake for a moment? Koty, would you mind helping your mother finish up preparing lunch?" Ice stands, waiting for Jake to hand the brownies over to me, and then follows Ice down the hall to his office, Ice stopping at the door to allow Jake to enter first.
I take the brownies and lay them on the counter near the rest of the food that my parents have already prepared and set out. "Momma what do you need help with?" I ask. "Could you help me prepare the pasta salad, and chef salad." I nod to her, "Of course Momma." We both get to work helping each other grab the items necessary for the two salads.
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Jake
I follow Admiral Kazansky down the hallway, until he stops at a door on the right hand side, he opens it for me and allows me to walk in first. As I enter the room, I notice all the medals and trophies, and all things Navy on the wall. At a closer glance I notice some of the items are not only his, but some of them are Kota's as well. Ice shuts the door behind him, and takes a seat at the desk in the room, and I take up a spot in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
"I notice how close you are to Koty" he begins, as I nod to him, "If something were to happen to me, son could you promise you'd take care of her?" I give Ice a very concerned look but nod before speaking, "Sir, I would do my very best." He nods back to me before beginning again, "Listen Jake, you can't tell her I've told you this first, but we are about to deliver some very heavy news to her. I want you to be aware, Koty has a tendency to get flighty when something bad happens. After she lost contact with Rooster, she walled up, She almost didn't even continue on with going to the Academy. I'm telling you all of this because we're about to tell her I have cancer, and she's going to wall up, and she might try to push you away, but stay on her."
I lean forward, placing my hands near my temples and rubbing them for a moment. "Sir, I know you heard Kota mention to Sarah earlier that we are in a situationship currently. I know your daughter is the one for me, but I did want to ask you as she's your only daughter, if it would be okay that I ask her to be my girlfriend?" Ice smiles softly to me before saying, "Jake, I see a lot of myself in you, the way you look at her, and I definitely saw how you treated her once you guys pulled up in the driveway. Ever since she met you, she hasn't stopped raving about all the good things about you. You would have my blessing to ask her to be your girlfriend, so long as you promise not to hurt my little girl."
"I promise I will do my best to never hurt her, Sir." I said back as confidently as I could. "Jake, what are your intentions with my daughter?" Ice questions and I knew something like this was coming, I mean who wouldn't want to know what their only daughter was getting into. "Sir, I only want to provide her with a never ending amount of support and love. I want to push her to continue to do great things, show her that she can continue on your legacy without anyone thinking nepotism. I want to cherish her for everything that she is, because believe it or not, she's made me the best version of myself already, and I would love to still be ever evolving with her by my side." I say with a flush creeping its way along my cheeks.
Ice stares at me his hand on his chin rubbing softly, nodding along to my words, "As long as you never dampen that spark that we instilled into her, I'm sure I wouldn't want her to be with anyone else, like I said before I see so much of myself in you, I know you'll be a good match for my little girl." I stand from my seat and reach out my hand towards him, he puts up his hand in front of mine and shakes his head no, as he walks around the desk to me, taking me into his arms, hugging me, "please protect her." He whispers to me. I hug him back and whisper back, "with my life Sir."
We begin to make our way out of Ice's office, and down the hallway back towards the kitchen. I stand in the kitchen doorway with Ice as we take in the sight of our girls, goofing off and joking around with each other, much like how Kota and I were last night. I smile softly, enjoying watching this interaction between Kota and her mother.
It pains me to know that these sweet music like laughs and giggles are only a fleeting moment in time, and that Kota's parents are about to drop a huge bombshell on her. Only for those sweet laughs and giggles to be replaced by sobs, and heartbreak. I mask my feelings well with a ridiculous smile as I soak in the fleeting moments. I think I caught a quick moment of Kota looking back at Ice and I but I can't be certain.
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Kota
I hear the floor creak just ever so softly, and I look over my shoulder to see both Ice and Jake watching my mom and I. "Don't look now, but we have company." I say very hushed to my mother. She continues on telling me the funny story of my father Ice on one of their dates. She had previously asked about Jake and I, and I gave in and indulged her in a little bit of our dating life, and how our first date was a setup from Tate and Javy. She thought that was the funniest thing in the world, but ultimately loved what she's known of Jake so far.
"Hey stalkers! Why don't you guys help us set the table?" I joke towards Ice and Jake, they both come in the kitchen, "What do you need help with?" Ice asked. My mother Sarah points to the dishware with the pair of tongs she was using, "Could you put the plates on the table dear?" she asks Ice. He obliges but not before stealing a kiss on my mother's cheek, then grabs the dishes and starts setting the table. "I could help too, what do you need?" Jake asks. "Well uh, here!" I say handing him the silverware already wrapped in napkins, "Want to follow Ice, and set these down?" He nods, taking the silverware from me.
After the table was set, my mother and I brought in the family style meal and set it down on the lazy susan in the middle of the table. We all take each other's hands, saying a quick grace and then we all start digging into our dinner, laughing and chattering and just having a good time. At one point during dinner and chatting I feel Jake reach over and grab my leg, rubbing small circles into my thigh. I grab the hand that is on my thigh and give it a light squeeze. When Mom and Ice aren't looking, I mouth to Jake, "You alright?" He nods to me, and leans over and I whisper, "Okay just checking on you, hopefully Ice didn't scare you too much earlier." Jake chuckles, "Oh quite the opposite darlin'."
Once we had finished dinner, I went into the kitchen and brought out the brownies Jake and I had made. When I returned to the table, I felt like the mood instantly shifted, but I tried to brush it off as everyone was just full, and now kind of tired. "Koty, why don't you sit back down for a moment, your mother and I have something we need to share with you." I look over to Jake, who now has pushed his chair a little further out from the table and has his arms open to me. I place the brownies down on the table, and sit down on Jake's lap, as he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder. "Oh, uh okay, what's going on?" I question looking between my parents.
Ice clears his throat, and my mother begins, "Remember that doctor's appointment your father had, a few days after you both started Top Gun?" I nod starting to feel uneasy, and Jake picks up on that immediately and releases one arm from my waist and places it on my back rubbing small soft circles. "Yeah I do remember, what did they say?"
Jake places a soft kiss on my shoulder, as my mother says, "Honey, your father has Cancer." It takes a moment for the words to register, Cancer, the legendary and untouchable Iceman, has cancer. "Cancer?" I croak out trying to hold back tears. They both nod to me, before Ice looks up at me with tears welling in his eyes, "It's currently Stage 1, we caught it early, they hope to start me on Chemotherapy and possibly Radiation therapy, starting this week."
The world spins quickly at first before coming to an abrupt halt. I'm now extremely dizzy, and trying to process everything that was just spoken. "I uh..." I pause for a quick moment, "uh, excuse me." I say getting up and running from the table, up the stairs towards my old childhood bedroom. I hear Jake call out, "Kota!" but he's stopped by Ice and Sarah, who are probably telling him to give me some time.
I quickly get inside the bedroom door, tears streaming down my face like a river after a fresh rainfall. After shutting the door I place my back to it, and slide down to the floor while pulling my phone out of my pocket. I fumble a little bit, the phone falling out of my hand and onto the floor. I pick it back up, and struggle to flip through the contacts on the phone trying to find one name in particular. As soon as I find it, I click on the number and press call. "Come on, pick up, pick up." I whisper through broken sobs and gasps of air. "Bradley damn it pick up!" I curse. The line clicks on the other end, and for a split second I have hope before I hear, "Your call could not be completed as dialed."
I grumble a slew of profanities, before lightly tossing my phone onto my bed, and bringing my knees to my chest, and burying my face into my knees. Five minutes later I get up off the floor, walk over to my bed, and grab my phone. I try to call Bradley again, only to get the same error message as before. I sigh giving up on trying, he's probably out on deployment and has no service.
I hear a knock on my door a few minutes later, followed by a very concerned, "Darlin'?" I sniffle, and mumble just loud enough for him to hear, "Come in." Jake takes no time coming in the door and shutting it behind himself. He gets to the side of my bed in about 3 large steps, and wraps me in a tight hug. I break down into a sobbing mess all over again in his arms. He pulls back to look over my features, he softly brings his hands up to cup both of my cheeks using his thumbs to softly wipe the tears off my cheeks. He places the softest and gentle kiss upon my forehead, afraid if he does any harder I might just fall apart.
He sits down against my headboard, and pulls me into his lap, as I curl up into a ball in his embrace. I bury my face into his neck, as he rubs soothing circles on my back. He mumbles sweet nothings, and encouragements to me. He doesn't fault me at all for the outburst at the table, he just holds me close to him, and gives me all the time I need. I eventually ended up falling asleep in his arms, worn out from all the crying. He pulls the blanket up over the both of us.
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Jake
I hear a knock upon Kota's door before, Ice is slowly opening the door and peeking in, checking on us. "How is she?" he whispers. I look down to her tear stained face, but know that she's out for the night, "She's quite upset, but for now asleep." I whisper back to him. He nods, "Thank you for being here for her Jake, she's really going to need you in case this treatment doesn't work out." he whispers again. I nod to him, still rubbing small circles into Kota's back. "If she's up to it in the morning I'll bring her down and let you guys talk, for now I'm just going to let her rest." I whisper across the room to Ice. He nods back to me, whispering, "Thanks again Jake." and closes the door softly leaving Kota and I in her room.
I look around her room taking in the childhood room of the girl I love. I see photos of her and who I assume is Bradley, some photos of her family, some with her mother, some with Ice and some with both parents. There is one photo of Ice, baby Kota, and Slider, another photo has baby Kota, Sarah and Ice, Maverick, Penny and a young boy I'm assuming is Bradley once again, and Slider. I notice numerous instruments strewn about the room. There are some medals and different trophies all around. I pull Kota tighter against me and sigh.
"Oh Darlin', I know this is going to be hard, but I'm not going anywhere." I whisper to the sleeping girl snuggled into my chest, I rest my head on top of hers, and attempt to drift off to sleep for the night.
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Be My Favorite Ep 11
Last Week: Pear was too decent for anyone in this show, Kwan finally figured out Not is the worst, Kawi and Pisaeng did the do.
This week: my frustration with tumblr is reaching a boiling point, I don't know why I'm even bothering with this when literally no one will even see it. But I truck on because at this point it's habit.
Joy.
Oh interesting, parent meeting about the kiddos. I wonder sometimes if the reason that PIsaeng and Pear were getting married in an alt timeline (at least one of them) is because of these two, but at least in the current one they both seem fairly willing to let their kids be.
And once again, Pear is way nicer than I would be. Mom was selfish. The end. I do get feeling trapped by a life you don't want, but did she not make the decision to be married and have a child? And then she made that child suffer so that she could go off and achieve her dreams, and then had the gall to thank her, to not apologize or appear to feel any remorse for just exiting her life.
But.
But it's probably better for Pear in the long run if she can let go of the bitterness. So for her sake, I'm glad.
Kwan just delete those pics and move on, babe. Not's not worth all this.
So I guess they were going for nerves last week. Clumsily done. So tired of the blushing maiden thing in general, honestly. Can we please retire it forever along with the crazy ex faen trope? Can we please, please, please stop sending the message that one person in the relationship has to be shy and reserved and scared of sex while the other pushes them forward? It's so fucking detrimental, and it just feeds into this idea that to be a "good" girl (or the bottom in BL, because it's always the bottom isn't it? sigh) you can't actually desire sex, can't want it, or you can want it but you also have to pretend not to because good girls don't (but I do). And I'm so so tired of it. SO tired. People have enough hang ups about sex all on their own without media reinforcing this bullshit.
Last week I said that I would hesitantly trust this show with an asexual storyline. I want to take that back now. My trust is revoked, you couldn't handle it properly, show. There's literally nothing wrong with being hesitant about sleeping with someone for the first time (or not wanting to sleep with anyone at all), but there's a way to do it and this show...did not.
Well that theory that the old man is future!Kawi is certainly looking more correct. How else would he know to show up and scold him.
I know how you can get rich, Kawi. Be Pisaeng's sugar baby.
Okay sir, hush your face about in-depth analysis. I am feeling very called out right now.
Yesss thank you dude. It's like with dad. Kawi couldn't prevent his death because he was always going to go. Dad's death is a fixed point. But what Kawi could do - what he finally did do - was fix his relationship with him. He opened up, he told his dad he loves him, he did the work.
Alrighty so we're flashbacking through the rest of college now? This is weird, especially after going through everything else so slowly (if they fast fowarded through a Not redemption I will throw the most massive fit (and for once be glad for this stupid shadowban, since then no one will see the massive tantrum)). If you've done all you meant to why are you not going back to the future (heh) Kawi?
Why is he still asking this question?
And now we're montaging through living together. This ep is turning into the Oprah of montages - and you get a montage! And you get a montage. This makes me more certain than ever that Pisaeng has been doing his own time traveling. The domesticity is cute though.
Pear and Kwan arrived to Christmas together! Still shipping it even though I know it won't come true. Sigh. At least Not isn't at the table. For a hot second I thought he was, that Pear was hugging him, and I almost lost it. But nope, it was Kawi lol. I was about to throw down with this show.
Do NOT test me show I am not in the mood.
Fifteenth time's the charm, eh, Pearmei? Granted it's not like you know that since you don't remember all the timelines, but still.
Me the second I see Pisaeng pulling out those pills: are they gonna kill him off? Would they do that?
Why is this where my brain goes? I mean, it was instant. Just, BOOM are they killing Pisaeng.
Ah, the good old wipe them down when they're sick trope. Good times.
"Do you think I'll die?" Pffft, me and Pisaeng are on the same wavelength. But also maybe don't tease Kawi like that the dude has several issues around his loved ones dying okay. Don't make him pull out that music box, Pisaeng.
HAHAHA is that the first grey hair oh noooo! Fun fact: my sis found her first one when she was like 22. She was not best pleased.
Oh no all this joking about Pisaeng dying but is it going to be Kawi instead? And why do I keep expecting death? People get ill, self.
Ugh, yes, the harsh realities of having no rights regarding the partner you've lived with for years - rights that would be given by default to a straight couple. God I hate it, but I'm happy to see this drum being banged. Because it should be.
Poor Pisaeng. So maybe he didn't travel in time before, but he sure as hell is going to now, because I think Kawi is actually going to die. Or Pisaeng is going to be so terrified of it happening that he can't help himself. But to change it or to make sure it never happens by cutting himself off from Kawi before it can? And then staying in the closet, going abroad, marrying Pear?
Because I truly think that he'd lock them all into a shitty future just to save Kawi's life.
Well at least he tells Kawi what happened.
Have to say, the end part saved this ep for me. I don't know if it's just that I'm already kind of pissed off (thanks tumblr!) or if this ep just started off rough, but I was not feeling it at the beginning. I really want to like this show all the way through. Please don't screw it up in the final hour. Please.
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Hey Honey! Happy Serotonin Sunday!
I hope that your day has been going well so far!
I am currently letting out a grateful side of relief because the power was able to finally come back on for my dad's house. I got the urge to do a happy dance and ended up pulling up Sing A Song by Earth wind & fire lol
I lovingly blame my dad for helping me have a good taste of music because he has been able to show me a wide variety and always encouraged me to keep an open mind when it comes to music and life
And since Earth wind & fire is one of his favorite groups, my dad also ended up pulling up the song and we basically had a long distance happy groove party! ❤️
I hope you are able to have a good day, love, as well as a fantastic week 💞 pretty please feel free to share something that's helping you smile. If its a little hard right now, I totally understand and it's okay.
(also I just realized I already shared mine so I sorry and hope it is okay :o :x ) pretty please take care!! Love you bunches!!
Happy Friday hun! Congratulations on getting through the week! I hope that your weekend is able to be relaxing and fun! Love you lots 💞 <prev ask>
I'm just gonna combine both because my weekend was packed too much for me to write on Friday night! Anyways! I hope your week went well too!
Omg?!?! Earth Wind & Fire!? Oh, I love their stuff!!! My mom is a big disco queen, so I grew up listening to them!! I'm so glad you got the urge to do a little happy dance!! Esp after the power went out- that must have been hard at your dad's house- And "Sing A Song" is just such a good one to dance too 🥺 I'm so glad your dad got you into good music~ And encouraged you to love and keep an open mind when it came to music and life! That's so cool! And aww I love that you two got to groove to that! That's so fun!! I'm so glad!!
I hope you have/had a good day!! And that monday is easy on you! (I had to wait til my migraine cleared to answer but I have something from Saturday to share about my mom and music!) And feel free to share about your day/do wtv on Serotoin Sundays! Wtv comes naturally is totally cool!!
Anyways~ I'll share mine here too~
I actually have a few- but on Saturday when my dad left for a car show- I kept singing "Monkberry Moon Delight" cause they were talking about mulberry bushes on the tv- and she didn't know the song- and I was confused cause her fav beatle is paul- and so I got to show her- And then I got to show her my favorite track currently by him which is "Kiss of Venus" featuring Dominic Fike. And she got to show me her favorite- "Figures of Eight" by him. She had seen him in '91 with my dad- and he got her that cd it's off of at the concert. And she used to play that song over and over and over on that little cd- bumping in her tiny car (a ford escort)- Make the poor car's windows rattle- and it's so cute because I grew to be just like her when my favorite songs play- I have em up- She raised me to enjoy music to the fullest-
And I had taken her to see Monsta x- and she told me- 'Paul and Monsta X are the only two concerts I thoroughly enjoyed myself at' and idk it was just endearing to me that she holds mx up to the height of Sir Paul McCartney hehe
Also, fun little rabbit hole cause I cannot resist myself: But if it wasn't for Changkyun getting me into Dominic Fike- three yrs ago almost (I just checked on my youtube history). I would never have had tiktok suggesting to me the "Babydoll" cover The Boyz did in January- (I had loved them before during different cbs but that was nothing in comparison to now). And thus, I get to connect it back to Paul Mccartney now~ because one day I was listening to a Fike song called "The Kiss of Venus," and I kept thinking "why does this sound like a beatle song??" and I checked and it was featuring Paulie~ And I gasped- so thus- in a way- The Boyz are one person away from the beatles hehe~ So, it all connects~ (Changkyun was the catalyst to an inevitable fall)
Anyways! Let's enjoy this week to have a good Serotonin Sunday!! We can do this! Take care! Love ya lots!
#happy serotonin sunday#serotonin sunday#if you wonder who my favorite is “bug”... it's def sir george- or mr. starr~#i could really talk about music and how both my parents played a role in my love for music- but my mom is the one who taught me#how to enjoy it to the nth degree- she used to teach me how to dance and have rhythm since i was a little kid she wanted me#to have the gift of dance- so she'd always spin me around and make me dance with her- so idk i love that you get to share that same#type of dancing/grooving with your dad that's so special- music forms special bonds- i'm so glad you have that with him#asks#lovely mutuals#let's enjoy this week~
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The Guardsman - IV
The sedan pulled up to a scenic overlook, expanding its occupants’ point of view to stretch over their entire town. The engine scuttled to a halt, leaving only the radio’s soft music as the soundtrack for the scene.
Linda looked out over the passenger’s side of the dashboard and sighed. “It’s beautiful up here.”
Kenny nodded, looking over at his fiancée. “This was my favorite place to come as a little boy. One of my happiest memories is my dad bringing me here, pointing out our house and the major points of interest in town to me … he really loved this place.”
Linda noticed him absently fingering the watch he’d owned for the entire time she had known him. “That was your dad’s, wasn’t it? The watch?”
Kenny nodded, sighing. “He was wearing it the last day I saw him. We went to the airport to see him off to Parris Island. Mom went to visit him at the times he was granted leave from training … then they sent his unit straight to Vietnam.”
The boy’s voice broke. Linda scooted herself closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
“Before he left … before he got on the plane, he took this watch off, and he gave it to me. He told me to take care of it and Mom while he was gone.” A soft sob escaped Kenny’s throat. “He said he was only loaning it to me, that he’d expect to get it back when he came home.”
He wailed into Linda’s shoulder, shuddering with every hard sob. The girl’s arms tightened around her man’s shoulders, riding out the emotional tide. When his tears subsided, she took Kenny’s chin gently in her hand and looked in his eyes.
“Kenny, would it help you to know that I think your dad’s very proud of you, wherever he is? Because he is. Look at what you’ve done, baby.”
Kenny sniffled, looking up at her. “He is?”
“Yeah, he is. Look, you got through high school, you got through training with your uncle and with Frank … tomorrow you’re heading out to become a sailor, an officer, which is more than he was able to accomplish. You’re going to make both him and Jeff proud.”
She punctuated her words with a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. “And you’ve already made me proud, Kenny. I love you with all my heart and soul.”
Kenny sniffled, the intensity in Linda’s eyes melting his very core. Urgent desire for his fiancée quickly replaced the sorrow in his heart. When he spoke, his voice was soft but forceful.
“I love you too, Linda.”
Linda smiled with her relief, climbing into Kenny’s lap and returning her lips to his own. Outside the vehicle, the stars and the overlook became witnesses to the depths of emotion and love shared by the couple within, as their souls burned with their devotion to one another.
The bus, loaded wall to wall with young men, squealed to a stop before the front gates of the United States Naval Academy. Without warning, a brusque drill chief stormed up the stairwell, clipboard in hand.
“Listen up, plebes! When I call your name, you will exit the vehicle and proceed through the gates. You will then be assigned your uniforms and bunks. Understood?”
A smattering of responses came up from the young men.
“I said, understood?!”
The louder yell from the chief brought everyone’s eyes forward. Almost in unison, the entire group called “Yes, sir!”
This only seemed to make the chief more annoyed. “You don’t call me sir! You will address me as Master Chief, am I clear?”
“Yes, Master Chief!”
“Okay then. Anderson, Lawrence!”
A young man scurried forward, laundry bag over his shoulder, knocking other plebes on the head as he pushed down the aisle. Much the same occurred for most of the chief’s list.
Kenny had kept his pack with him during the entire ride. He looked around with slight bemusement at the others, but kept his attention focused on the front, listening to the names being called out.
After five minutes, it finally came.
“Sharpe, Kenneth!”
Kenny slung his back over his shoulder. He rushed forward to report to the chief.
“Master Chief, Kenneth Sharpe reporting.”
The chief looked over his list, then back up at Kenny. One eyebrow was raised. “Well, I was wondering which one you were. Seems you have someplace different to go, young ‘un.”
The chief leaned out of the bus, motioning toward someone nearby. An older officer, in his daily blues, looked into the bus door. By his shoulder boards Kenny could see this was a commander by rank. The older man’s eyes took a quick scan over Kenny.
“Where’s the Sword, son?”
Kenny stammered for a bit. “It’s, uh, in my pack, sir.”
“Good. Master Chief, I’ll take charge of this cadet.”
The chief nodded, checking the young man’s name off his list and resuming his roll call. “Underwood, Bert!”
Kenny made his way down the bus steps, to the side of the commander. To his surprise, the officer placed a hand on his shoulder to guide him away.
The commander opened the office door, guiding Kenny inside.
“Have a seat, son.”
Kenny looked over at the older officer. “Thank you, sir.” He walked to a chair opposite from the commander’s plush leather seat behind the desk. The commander sat down himself.
“First off, I think some introductions are in order. Kenneth Sharpe, correct?”
“You are, sir. Please, call me Kenny.”
The commander smiled. “So be it.” He reached his hand across the desk toward Kenny. “Commander Harris Yardley. Frank Gabriel contacted me.”
Kenny relaxed slightly as he took the commander’s hand. “I see. That explains the special treatment.”
Yardley laughed. “You’ll thank me for it later. May I see the Sword?”
Kenny nodded, slipping open his laundry bag and pulling out the Sword, still in its scabbard as it had been for nearly fifteen years. At the sight, Yardley took in a gasp.
“Beautiful. It looks exactly like Frank described it.” He handed the Sword back to Kenny and turned the chair around to face toward the window. “I suppose Frank has filled you in on your role, right?”
“He has, but he didn’t tell me what you would be doing, other than being my handler.”
Yardley leaned back in his chair slightly. “Well, bottom line is, you will attend class like the other plebes out there, as well as perform at drill functions and other such events. During your training periods, however, you will report here to me. Central Intelligence has taken interest in you and the Sword.”
Kenny’s eyes flew up suddenly. “Central Intelligence? Like, the CIA?”
“Exactly. Didn’t you know? The Guardsman is a closely kept national secret. Were our enemies overseas to find out that we had you, they would stop at nothing to steal the Sword away from you.”
“But sir, the literature says not anyone can be a Guardsman.”
“That’s right. It takes a certain person.”
Yardley stood up, urging Kenny to do the same.
“Go back out to the parade grounds, Cadet Sharpe. We will continue this briefing at a later time.”
Kenny saluted the commander. “Sir, yes sir.”
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Back to the Start:
“Mom, Dad, help me,” Danny appeared, in his regalia, a baby in his arms.
Things moved fast.
Not even a half-hour later Sam was bursting through the doors of the hospital’s nursery floor, Danielle in tow, and homing in on her boyfriend, “What happened?”
Danny, now human, growled, “I was Summoned by some froot-loop. He wanted more life and gave me his grandson in return as a sacrifice to the Great and Terrible Ghost King.”
She slumped, “He was expecting Pariah?”
“I think so. Sam…he just gave me a baby as a sacrifice.” There was grief and fury in Danny’s voice, “and his…mom…she just stood there like it was normal. Told me his name, Damian, but let me take him.”
Danny shook his head, “I…I don’t know what to do, Sam. I own him now. I own someone’s soul. I…have a baby now.”
Sam shook her head, “We have a baby now, Danny. I’m not just dropping you because of this.”
“I have a little brother,” Danielle whispered, looking shellshocked.
It seemed to strike her parents at the same time, really hit them; shellshocked expressions were traded around the three.
Sam regained her composure, slightly, enough to function somewhat, and began making calls.
Within the hour every Manson and Fenton and Tucker were in the small waiting room; Sam’s parents were demanding a DNA test of the baby as proof she hadn’t been pregnant while the Fentons were already planning for the new baby. The Manson lawyers were already working on the needed paperwork.
Everyone fell silent as a doctor appeared, “Mister Phantom? I’m Doctor Adam Peterson, head of pediatrics.”
Danny stood up, “Doctor, is he alright?”
“Yes, a few weeks premature but healthy…how did you come to have him exactly?”
“He was a sacrifice to me—as well…Sam?”
Sam was already making a call, “On it.”
Danny swept a hand through his hair and continued, “You’ll have to sign NDAs but…I’m the Ghost King.”
Peterson’s eyes widened and he bowed, “Your Majesty.”
“No, none of that. The baby? Damian?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Peterson stood up, clearing his throat, “like I said, Damian is healthy for his age and I foresee no complications. His organs are fully developed and whole, his Apgar scores were nearly perfect, which’s normal for his age.”
Everyone gave a sigh of relief.
“Can—can we see him?” Sam asked.
“Of course,” Peterson nodded, “though only two at one time.”
Danny grabbed her hand and led her into the nursery.
The teens were directed to a little bassinet and Sam got her first look at her son, her boy.
He was tiny in that way babies usually were, wrapped in a blue checkered blanket and with a blue cap on his head.
“D’you want to hold him?” a nurse asked.
Mutely, she nodded and was pointed to a rocking chair; then the nurse gave her the baby, helping position her arms correctly.
Sam set a gentle rocking pace, even as she marveled at the boy.
Damian.
Damian who slowly blinked awake, revealing—
She and the nurse gasped; newborns almost always had blue eyes. But Damian, Damian had ectoplasmic green.
Green like Danny’s and Danielle’s eyes while in ghost form.
Only not glowing.
The nurse got ahold of herself, noticing Damian smacking his lips, “Would you like to try feeding him, Missus Phantom?”
“It’s still just Manson,” Sam corrected softly, “and yes, I’d like to try.”
The nurse bustled away, quickly coming back with a ready bottle.
Damian took to the bottle easily, gulping down the formula like he had been starving.
Danny frowned, “Was he fed at all?”
“Not since we’ve had him, Sir,” the nurse blinked, looking decidedly worried as she grabbed his chart, “he’s a little underweight but we assumed that’s because he’s a little premature.”
“Those—those monsters!” Sam snarled, even as Damian was still drinking desperately.
Danny put a hand on her shoulder, “Calm down, Sam. He’s okay. We’ve got him now,” his eyes flashed green briefly, “we’ve got him. And if I ever get Summoned back, I’ll go full King on them.”
Damian finished and began fussing; the nurse showed them how to burp him.
Baby settled, Danny took him and walked him to the large window into the nursery to show everyone else.
Even Jeremy and Pamela cooed at Damian.
And Danielle nearly phased through the window in her excitement and curiosity.
After that was a whirlwind of activity; the Manson lawyers appeared with reams of paperwork for everyone to sign, Sam was on the phone, Maddie Fenton beside her helping, ordering everything a baby needed times two, sending one set of items to her home and the other to FentonWorks, the DNA test was performed, coming back as negative for any genetic connection between the new mother and her son, and Danny talked to Clockwork who marshalled the Palace workers to ready the nursery and hired a ghostly nanny.
Sam ordered a third round of baby gear for the Palace.
All this happened while Damian was in a sling worn by Sam, the parent with a steady heartbeat, asleep and unaware of the chaos he had plunged two families into.
"Wished Away" Long Post 3 (or Another Expansion of the Super Long Posts)
#danny phantom#ghost king danny#harry potter#buffy the vampire slayer#miraculous ladybug#DP#HP#ML#MLB#BTVS#dc comics#DC#JLA#supernatural#SPN#danny phantom crossover#multi-crossover#star wars#SW#used google translate#long reads#Charmed(1998)#scooby doo#scoobynatural#Wished Away Series#inuyasha
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No Such Thing | Ch 5
01 | 02| 03| 04| 05| 06 |07| 08|09
Drabbles:
I can & I will
Disconnect
Neighbours know my name
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Summary: After a messy breakup and an even messier night out , you find an unlikely friend in your coworker’s ex boyfriend. A messy beginning and an even messier middle, who knows about the end.
Genre: Romance, comedy, smut, angst
Warnings: None
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“It’s too much!” He hears you groan.
“You can do it, good girl. Such a good girl for me.” He hears a deep voice say.
You moan.
“O-okay, it’s starting to feel good now.” You exhale and moan.
Who were you with in the middle of the day? You didn’t say that you were seeing anyone. Well, of course you wouldn’t tell him about it and make an already awkward situation, more awkward.
He braces himself and hesitantly presses the pin into the keypad.
He slips off his shoes and slowly looks up. You were fully clothed. So was the man he heard. You were doing yoga? You face towards the floor, arms stretched out in front of you, legs folded under. ‘Child’s pose’.
“Hi, nice to meet you. “ says the man with his hands on your lower back. He smiles brightly at Jungkook before turning back to you.
“Just one more time.”
You slowly roll your body up, sweating gathering around your hairline.
“I’m tired.” You whine.
The guy throws his head back, laughing.
“You’ll feel much better after this last one.”
Jungkook relaxes a little and rests the shopping bags that he had been carrying on the countertop.
He watches as you complete the last of your routine.
He puts the items that need to go in the fridge away first before moving onto the cabinets.
“Th- this is Jimin. My mom surprised me. He’s suppose to help my aches and pains.” You huff and puff.
Jimin helps you up and settle down on the couch.
“I’m Jungkook.” Jungkook waves.
Jimin grabs his phone and car keys off the side.
“The baby daddy. She’s told me all about you.” He sends a cheeky smile your way.
You roll your eyes and laugh.
Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder what you had told Jimin.
“All good things I hope. “
Jimin bids a quick goodbye before confirming your next appointment in 2 weeks.
“I could’ve helped you. “ jungkook says shyly.
“It was a surprise from my mom. He’s a bit pricey so I’ll only see him bi-weekly. In the time between, you are more than free to help me.” You grab your water bottle from the table.
“Just tell me when you need to me.” He says, sitting down next to you on the couch.
You close the bottle and chuck it to the end of the couch.
“Why did you come in so weirdly? “ you question as you put your feet up on to the coffee table.
He sighs as he picks your feet up and places them over his lap. He hated when you put your feet on the coffee table, mostly because you always seemed to hurt yourself when getting up.
“I thought you were hooking up with someone. “ he whispers, barely audible.
The gentle music playing made his small voice hard to hear.
“Huh?”
“I thought you were hooking up with someone. From the outside that’s what it sounds like with all the moaning and groaning. And Jimin speaks very sexually.”
You laugh.
“What do you mean?”
“Just one more for me, good girl.” He lets out a dramatic moan.
You smack his arm. He holds it, rubbing the stinging feeling away.
“He did not moan! Don’t ruin this for me! Next time I see him. That’s all I’ll be able to focus on. “
He laughs.
“You’re no better. ‘I-its too much sir, I can’t take it’ I was almost expecting to see a tie hanging on the front door. “ he jokes.
You hit him in the thigh.
“I did not sound like that! I did not call him sir !” You giggle.
Jungkook dramatically moans.
“Oh Jimin!”
You hit him again, laughing.
“I don’t even sound like that! “ you exclaim.
Jungkook’s facial expression changes in an instant. His eyebrows drop and he smirks .
“Oh I know.” He raises his eyebrows.
You roll your eyes and playfully flick his forehead.
“Hopefully this baby will be more mature than you. “
“Probably. More mature and beautiful just like her mother.” He strokes your calves.
It was nice to spend time with him like you used to, no awkwardness, no animosity. He didn’t want to push you into anything, he was more than grateful that you let him in like this, despite you feeling uneasy about his feelings about you. You wanted to focus on having a stress free pregnancy and then raising a happy and healthy child.
“Her? You think we’re having a girl?” You melt as he brings his hand to rest in your stomach.
“Well, you have been eating a lot of watermelon.” He lifts up your shirt and rubs the skin softly. His gaze rests on your bump.
You giggle and rest your hand on top of his.
“I’m not a sim, silly. “
He doesn’t reply he just smiles and continuously caresses the bump.
The blissful moment is interrupted by the sharp buzzing of Jungkook’s phone.
He rolls his eyes. One of the downsides of working from home was that people felt the need to contact you for any minor issue. He had decided to join you in working from home , so that you’d be looked after he knew how you’d get sometimes, you’d overthink and get preoccupied. When that happened, you tended to stop looking after yourself. Not only did he want to make sure that the baby was getting all it needed, he wanted to make sure you did too. He knew you saw yourself as just an incubator. You had implied it a few times. He was so wary of scaring you off so he kept his mouth shut whenever you’d make those comments. If he reassured you in the way he wanted to, with a string of compliments and a barrage of kisses, you’d push him away. So he just waits for you to approach him.
“You should pick it up.” You say, moving your hand from his.
He sighs , quickly placing a kiss on your stomach. Leaving you stunned. He gently placed your feet on the couch as he stands. He picks up his phone and walks into his study. He offered to let you move in, he offered you your own room but you adamantly refused. But that didn’t stop you from making the journey there every other week. One week, you’d both spend time at your home, then the next, his.
Your friends teased you, you were basically wifed up. You spent all your time with him, he did everything for you. He wasn’t dating anyone, neither were you. He had told you he wanted to be with you. The only thing stopping you was you.
You didn’t think so, you thought Jungkook was transferring his feelings from Hyejin to you. And then when you got pregnant, he felt obliged to stay. But you were more than vocal about that. Telling him that he could leave if he wanted. He didn’t have to stay with you. He could go and live his life, child free, you free. He never listened, he would just roll his eyes and hug you.
Switching on the tv, you recline on the couch. After a while you feel your eyelids getting heavier before you fall into a deep sleep.
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Jungkook’s eyes land on your sleeping body. Chest moving up and down and your ,now prominent, bump. He wanted to lie down next to you and wrap his arm around you, rest his hand on your stomach. Feel connected to you and your child. His child. But he was just on the sidelines. Yes, you let him come to all of the appointments and you let him take care of you.
But you still were keeping him at arms length. It was understandable when you thought he was with Hyejin. But now he wasn’t and you knew that.
“Stop staring at me.” You grumble, eyes slowly opening.
He sits on the couch.
“I can’t help it.” His hand comes up to caress your cheek.
“If you say some cheesy shit, I’ll kick you out.” You slap his hand away.
You try to sit up, he notices your struggle and assists you.
“I’m never cheesy! I only say how I feel. You can’t kick me out, this is my apartment. ”
You scoff, swinging your feet around and standing up. He smiles brightly, watching you walk towards the bathroom.
“Yeah yeah!” You wave him off as you enter the bathroom.
Jungkook swiftly tidies the couch and gets started on dinner. He never prided himself in cooking before but he ever since he found out about your baby, he has been trying his best. Learning new recipes, making sure to prioritise the nutritional value. At first he tried to fill you with flavourless smoothies, that only provided nutritional value, no flavour. Until you cried and claimed he hated you. Your hormones and your pregnancy were the cause for a lot of changes.
He couldn’t burn certain candles, as the scent made you feel sick. He couldn’t listen to certain songs around you. No humming, no whistling. But he was happy to make you happy. Happy that you let him be apart of the pregnancy. He got to go to the appointments, read the baby books. Feel your child move. He was building his family. Except you weren’t really with him. You were still rejecting him. Even though he had proposed you moving in at the beginning of your pregnancy, you still went home at the end of the day. No matter how much he tried to convince you. He respected you and your decisions. He obviously couldn’t force you to be with him. He knew you were confused about your feelings for him, you had told him that you didn’t know if they were real. You needed to be sure they were and not just because he is father of your child. You had feelings for him before you found out about your pregnancy but they were never resolved.
On the other hand , he was ready to propose. He was more than ready to go to a jewellery store and blow a stupid amount of money on a ring for you.
You finish up in the bathroom and make your way into the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar, watching Jungkook cook.
“I can’t wait for the little bean to be out. I can’t wait to meet them and love them. And drink wine and lay on my stomach.” You whine, picking up your phone.
Jungkook chuckles.
“I can’t wait to meet them too, I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad.”
“You’re gonna get so much attention from the ladies with a baby. On your weeks you should go to the park. Get that single mom attention.” You joke, scrolling through your phone.
Jungkook stops abruptly. Dropping a spoon onto the table. He slowly looks up.
“What do you mean?” He asks.
“When the baby is with you. I have my weeks, you have your weeks. Co-parenting.” You lock eyes with him.
“I- I don’t want to do that. I want to have a two parent household. Us all under the same roof. “ he says, slightly whining.
“Won’t that be awkward? Bringing women back to a house with your baby mama?”
“Why would I bring women back?” He crosses his arms, he already knows what you’re clearly implying. But he wants to hear you explain it, so he can offer a rebuttal.
“Because you’re single? Actually we never know what may happen, you could be married by then. 6 months is a lot of time? The love of your life could surprise you.” You slightly smile, seemingly completely oblivious.
It was true, he didn’t know what his life would look like in 6 months. He’d be a dad, and maybe you’d be his wife.
“You’re the love of my life. I don’t want to co-parent. I want us to be mom and dad. Together. If you’d say yes, I’d marry you today. In a heartbeat.” He walks around the kitchen island to stand in front of you.
Your heart skips a beat. He had confessed his feelings to you before but never like this. It was always ‘ I like you’ ‘I love you’ in passing.
“You don’t mean that.” You push yourself up off of the stool, socked feet, clumsily landing on the floor.
He laughs with no jest.
“Yes I do, I’m sick of you telling me how I feel. I don’t know why you don’t believe me.”
You stare up at him.
‘I don’t believe you because I have essentially trapped you.You didn’t ask for this baby. I know you said you wanted to be involved, but that doesn’t mean that you have to be involved with all of this. With me. Jungkook, I don’t even want to really think about this right now. Let’s just focus on having a nice meal. I can make a really nice side salad.” You step back and move towards the fridge.
All Jungkook can do sigh and let it go, he knows that stress is bad for you and the baby. All he wants to do is keep you safe and love you.
You eat in complete silence, avoiding eye contact.
He had been so supportive and he respected the boundaries you put in place. You were in a weird predicament, you had only been in each other’s lives for about 6 months. 3 of those months you were pregnant. Everything happened so quickly, with barely anytime to register.
“Let’s not argue. I’m sorry I upset you. But I mean every single word. Let’s just have a nice evening.” He starts to clear the table.
The doorbell rings.
An older woman with dark hair and a patterned blouse appears on the intercom screen.
“Who is that?” You ask.
He quickly dumps the plates in the sink before taking a deep breath.
“It’s my mom. She doesn’t exactly know that you’re pregnant, so…” he trails off, going to open the door.
“You didn’t tell her?” You exclaim, eye widening.
You had only spoken to Jungkook’s mom a hand full of times. She would randomly call him on FaceTime and you’d be in the background. All times had been before you were pregnant, when you and Jungkook were nothing more than flirty friends. She was always so nice, but you could tell that she was very protective over her son. She’d ask him a million questions, never forgetting to warn him about criminals she’d seen on the news. She especially warned him about gold digging women. What if that’s what she thought about you? Some random girl that trapped her son? A rich, handsome, successful son. Maybe that’s what he thought too.
“I wanted to tell her in person, over lunch but she rescheduled.” He takes a deep breath before pushing the door open.
“What took you so long to open the door?” She pushes past him, lugging in two full shopping bags.
He takes them from her. Before he could answer, her eyes land on you standing awkwardly behind the kitchen counter. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, wringing your hands.
She smiles, a comforting smile.
“Oh! Hello darling!” She shrugs off her jacket, placing on the back of a stool at the breakfast bar.
“Hello m’am.” You offer an odd looking smile back.
Jungkook places the bags on the countertop.
“Why are you guys being so awkward? Did I interrupt something?” She begins to unpack the shopping bags, taking out plenty of fresh fruit and vegetables. The table was quickly covered in fresh produce and side dishes.
“Did you eat?” She moves to pull a knife out of the drawer. As she moves closer to your, you move further round the counter, hoping the countertop is hiding your bump.
“Yeah, we have. You don’t have to cook anything mom.” He takes a seat, encouraging you to do the same.
You sit down next to him, he grabs your hand, soothing your nerves slightly.
Pulling out a pot from under the sink, she briefly pauses over the sink.
“You cooked?” She stops to look at him.
He nods. She raises her brows.
“Wow! You are bringing out the best in him. No wonder why he talks about you so often. When did you learn how to cook? Doesn’t matter I’ll make you meals for the next few days.” She smiles wide, placing the pot on the stove.
Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat and squeezes your hand.
“Mom, please stop for a second, I need to tell you something.” His voice shakes as the words come out.
Still busying herself around the kitchen, she picks up an onion.
“You can talk while I cook.”
You see how nervous he looks and decide to speak up.
“M’am I think you should sit down.”
She stops at the sound of your voice, realising that the situation might be more serious than she thought. Naturally she was a worry wart, so she immediately rushes to her son’s side and puts her hand on his forehead.
“Are you sick? You feel fine.”
He lets go of your hand and gently pushes his mom’s hand away.
“I’m not sick mom. W-we are having a baby. She’s pregnant.”
The room falls quiet. You feel as if your heartbeat could be heard outside of your body.
She takes a deep breath and walks around to you. You don’t know what to expect, a hug? An insult? A slap?
“Stand up.” She says.
You slowly rise, her eyes meeting your bump. A massive smile spreads on her face, she throws her arms around you.
“Welcome to the family. My first grandchild! Has been taking care of you?” She rapid fires questions, pulling away to hit Jungkook on the arm.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? You’ve got to tell your dad and your brother.” She crosses her arms.
He lets out the breath he had been holding in the whole time.
Guilt washes over your body, he couldn’t tell his mom earlier. He had only found out a month prior. If he hadn’t come to see you, you wouldn’t have told him. You would’ve prevented your child from having a father and a big loving family. The baby hadn’t even arrived and you already had so much support from Jungkook. And his mother. Maybe your insecurities were holding you back.
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Jungkook’s mom stayed for a couple of hours, pampering you, making sure you felt comfortable. She gave. You a few tips on how to ease morning sickness and what herbs were best to consume during your pregnancy. She cooked so much food and stored it in the fridge. She told you, not Jungkook, how to heat it up and how long it was good for. As if she thought you lived there, like you were together. It was unspoken, but you had both agreed not to tell her that you two were not in a relationship.
“That went better than I thought.” You say, settling on the couch.
Jungkook knew his mom was going to have a positive reaction, she wanted grandchildren. She didn’t expect him to be married beforehand, she had stopped expecting it when he was with Hyejin and there was talk of marriage. He knew her positive reaction was also fuelled with the fact that he was having a baby with you. She knew her son, she knew how he felt about you. Even though he had never explicitly said that you were together, it was very easy to assume (no matter how incorrect the assumption may be), he always spoke about you with love and about possibilities in the future.
“Yeah. She yelled less than I thought she would. Hopefully she can forgive me for not telling her earlier.” He throws his head back, running his hands through his soft hair.
Your heart drops, the guilt comes back for earlier.
“You couldn’t have. You didn’t know. I’m so sorry..” Tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes. Once one tear drops, its like a waterfall of hot tears down your face.
Jungkook springs quickly into action and wraps his arms around you. He carefully pulls you up. He rocks you both back and forth.
“I don’t like it when you cry. Especially because of me.” He mutters into your hair, as he kisses the top of your head.
You squeeze him tightly.
“I’m not crying because of you. I’m crying because of me. I’m so sorry, our kid deserves a dad like you, a family like yours. I was gonna hide it from you, from our little bean.” You sob into his shoulder.
His hand rubs your back, still swaying you back and forth.
“No need to apologise, you were protecting yourself. I’m just glad you’re letting me be involved. This baby and you are the best things that could ever happen to me. I don’t know what the future holds, all I know is that I hope you’re in it. Regardless of our relationship.”
Your tears stop at his words. He wanted this. He wanted you. He really did, you had a chance at happiness, a family with a man that wanted to give you the world.
“We’re not just friends. I know that. Let’s just take this slow. We kinda did this backwards. I want to be with you too. I’m just scared that I’ll fuck it up and ruin everything. I want this baby, our baby to have the best life ever. “ you move away, his hands falling to his sides.
“They will, with you as a mom, they’ll have everything they’ll ever want.” He grabs your hand.
As if in a cheesy romcom, heavy rain starts to fall, hitting the window. The pitter patter of the rain, matching the thumping of your heart.
“I think you should kiss me.” You whisper. If anyone else were in the room, they wouldn’t have heard it. But Jungkook heard it loud and clear.
He caresses your cheek, moving your hair over your shoulder before leaning in. His breath tickles your top lip, nose brushing yours. Not wanting to wait anymore, you close the gap. He kisses you softly, lips shut.
It's not enough, you pull him in as close as you can and kiss him passionately, slipping your tongue into his mouth. This time, you wanted to take your time, you wanted to experience him. The two times you had sex, it was rushed, fully clothed, accidental.
He kisses you back, hands moving to your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers going to the nape of his neck, running through his hair. He groans, he can tell where you wanted to go with this. But he didn’t want you to regret it. Yeah, you had just admitted your feelings for him, but you also just said you felt bad for not telling him about the baby. What if you were just trying to make it up to him, not because you truly wanted to.
He pecks your lips a few times before moving away. You furrow your brows.
“What’s wrong?” You ask.
He sits down and pats the space next to him.
Have you just embarrassed yourself? You sit down beside him.
“Nothing. I just want to make sure you want this. This is first time you’ve told me how you feel. And I am so happy that you feel the same. But let’s take this slow, like you said. I want nothing more than to do this with you but let’s do this properly. We did start backwards.”
He was right.
“So do you want me to go or…?” You ask, looking away.
He juts towards you.
“No! I want you to stay! If you want to stay.” He holds your hand.
You agree to spend the night, it all felt very domestic, you washed up together, brushed your teeth together.
You settle into bed next to him, his arm comes around your waist, hand resting on your stomach.
Just then, the doorbell rings.
“Are you expecting someone?” You ask, sitting up, turning on the bedside lamp.
Jungkook shakes his head, sitting up and then quickly getting out of bed.
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okay so- we all love dilf!kiri right? and we all love switch leaning sub!bakugou right? right? so, so-
let’s say you and your boyfriend bakugou decided to visit your parents for the first time. it was your mom’s idea since she wanted to finally meet him. but your stepfather kiri is not exactly happy with this. he knows you’re an adult and you date, but he can’t exactly stop from being jealous and overprotective over you.
your mom really likes bakugou, they talk about cooking and really do get along, but kiri on the other hand does not like him almost at all. he just knows that your boyfriend is a troublemaker. and bakugou is pretending that he isn’t scared of kirishima, but we all know that’s not true. that “old prick” – how bakugou calls your stepdad – is much older than him, much bigger than him and much stronger that him. how could you not feel at least a little bit intimidated by him, hmm?
okay, we’re starting with some spicy stuff… (umm tw for cheating and a bit dubcon i guess?)
one night you just lay in your bed in your room when you hear the door opening. it’s bakugou. of course he had to sneak into your room, since, god forbid, you weren’t allowed to sleep in the same room. “katsuki, what are you doing here? my dad’s going to kill you!” you say with a panic in your voice. “relax, princess. your mom told me they’re going to some party or some other shit. and your dad let me know pretty clearly to keep my hands away from you, but-“ he smirks while getting closer and closer to you “i think i’m gonna take a risk.”
and bakugou is being bakugou so of course you end up having sex. he doesn’t have to convince you too long. and don’t get me wrong, you love when he fucks you, but even though he tries his best… you feel like he could try a little bit more. he could be a little bit more rough with you, make you cry and degrade you instead of just treating you like you’re made out of porcelain.
suddenly you are interrupted. right when you are about to cum, when bakugou is fucking hard into your wet pussy, his fingers on your clit and whispering praises straight into your ear. you just suddenly hear the door slam open and it’s the last person you wanted to see right now – your stepdad. you both hurry to cover yourself up and kirishima looks like he’s about to murder bakugou.
“i can- i can expl-“ you start, but kiri interrupts you by simply saying “show me”. you and bakugou are just like what the fuck is going on, but then kiri says “show me how you fuck her. cause from what i could heard you’re doing a really shitty job and i think i need to give you a lesson or two. my princess deserves better and if you wanna fuck her in my house, at least do it right.”
and that’s how you end up with legs spread wide and kirishima’s big, rough fingers spreading your pussy, making you cum again and again until you can’t take it anymore. with teary eyes you look to the side to see bakugou tied up to a chair. he looks like a complete mess. his cock is so hard and he is babbling “sir, please, let me fuck her, please” over and over. just the sight of your usually scary and dominant boyfriend turning into a complete sub under your stepdad’s commands makes you squirt all over the sheets.
and maybe kirishima fucks you while bakugou’s just watching and he almost cries cause he can’t even touch himself? or maybe kiri lets bakugou fuck you while he’s telling him how to do it? or maybe they both fuck you at the same time? so many options omg… and after that bakugou develops a teeny tiny crush on your stepdad.
omg why am i stressing out. umm so- what do you think jo?
— rina
Ahhh what a hot idea Rina! I love the idea of no one being good enough for Kirishima’s little girl, and maybe you’ve found it difficult to find a boyfriend because of it because most of them don’t stick around once they see your dad. So you’re living at home into your twenties struggling to find someone who’ll put up with your fathers harsh judgements and then you find Bakugou— but of course he has to act cocky in front of Kirishima even when you tell him not to. The competitiveness of both of them together? So good!!
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