#I think after I settle back into my mom's house it won't be as bad. It's just been hard to keep doing what i'm supposed to on such a weird

[ethos-labrador]

me: why is my mood swinging so wildly today

also me: hasn't been eating enough the last few days 🙃

[wintersoldiersoul]

Bucky x pregnant reader

Bucky started working from home and everything was great! You spend time together and made plans for Baby coming along but the longer Bucky stayed at home the more he hid himself away in his office working, and one day as your hormones kick in, you're feeling very emotional and just wanting cuddles from him, so you go to his office and ask him about coming to bed and cuddling and he just says he's busy he will be there soon and you say that he's been working all day and you haven't seen him and he ends up snapping at you and it makes you cry and you tell him that you don't want to see him for the rest of the night and storm away, after a while bucky can't concentrate on work because he made you cry and he comes to find you and when he finds you aren't in your shared bedroom he panics thinking you left him and he shouts and runs around the full house only to find you curled up sleeping on the bed in your baby's room and he carries you to bed and apologises and tells stark that he won't be working anymore until the baby is here and settled

I wanna carry his children so fucking bad. What who said that?

The day that you told Bucky you were pregnant was the best day of his life. He couldn’t believe that you, the love of his life, was carrying his child. You were going to make him a father, something he thought he’d never get to be. You were terrified to tell him, as the pregnancy wasn’t planned but the second he burst out in a wide grin, you cried. You were hoping that Bucky would be on the same page as you in terms of keeping it.

Within an hour, he had called Tony and asked for permission to work from home for the duration of your pregnancy. He wanted to keep an eye on you 24/7, especially since you were carrying his super soldier baby. He treated you like precious cargo, bringing you everything you wanted, carrying you when you complained about your feet hurting, and constantly giving you stomach and back rubs.

The two of you were in a state of complete bliss, setting up the nursery, picking out potential names, and going on shopping sprees for your future child. Bucky sobbed when you found out you were having a girl. He couldn’t believe it. “I hope she looks just like her mother,” he said, smiling.

You would often wake up in the morning finding Bucky’s lips pressed against your stomach, whispering to your unborn child. “Your mama is so pretty, you know. So kind, too. And oh my god, is she smart,” he would say, not realizing you were yet awake. “You’re so lucky because you have the best mom in the world.”

“Your daddy isn’t too bad either,” you said, announcing your presence. “I hope you have his eyes.” He smiled, moving up to kiss you gently.

Unfortunately, even though he was working from home and not going on missions, Bucky still had to work. He was tasked with a lot of research before the other team members would go out onto the field. He had to do all of the mission reports and put together briefings. And as luck would have it, 8 months into your pregnancy, the team was facing a big threat.

Bucky began to spend hours and hours in his office every day. He was trying to get it done as fast as possible but there was so much ground to cover. You could sense how stressed he was and you didn’t wanna bother him but you missed him dearly. And you were getting to the point where your bump was so big that you couldn’t even put on shoes yourself. You needed him. 

One night, you reached a point where your body was just begging for his touch. Not even sexually, though your hormones wouldn’t protest it, but you just needed him to cuddle you. You missed him whispering to your stomach, something that he didn’t even have the time to do anymore. You still hadn’t decided on a name for your daughter and you didn’t wanna stress him out but you missed sitting and talking for hours about all of the things you would do as a little family. The bottom line was that you were pregnant and you needed him. He could take a little break, right? You walked - more like waddled - to his office and knocked on the door. “Come in,” he called. You stepped inside and he looked at you, smiling. There you were, his beautiful girlfriend, stuffed full of his baby wearing one of his shirts. He looked so tired, dark circles hanging under his eyes. “How are my girls doing?” he asked, placing a kiss on your stomach. Even the small display of affection made you grin. You needed to be in his arms more than you’d ever needed anything.

“We miss you,” you pouted.

He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I know. I’m sorry, beautiful. This mission is really kicking my ass and I’m not even going on it.” You felt so bad for how much stress he was under. He hadn't really relaxed in weeks and you had no idea when the last time he got more than 4 hours of sleep was. 

“Take a break, Buck. Please. I’m all hormonal and my back hurts and I just wanna be held by you.”

He looked at you with a sad expression. “I-I can’t. The team leaves in a couple days and I’m still trying to find out everything that I can about these guys.” 

“Please? Carrying your damn super-soldier daughter is making me feel all kinds of things. I just really need to cuddle for a little. I’ve been trying so hard to not bother you but I really need you to hold me right now, Buck.”

“Y/N,” he breathed, getting agitated.

“10 minutes,” you begged. You hated interrupting him but you had been so patient for so long. You just needed him right now. 

“I said I can’t!” he snapped, voice raised. “What don’t you get about that?” 

Your eyes welled with tears. “Oh,” you whispered quietly. “Well don’t worry about it cause I don’t wanna see you for the rest of the night anyway!” You walked out of the room as quickly as you could, slamming the door behind you. 

The second the words left his mouth, he regretted them. He didn’t mean to snap at you, he was just so incredibly tired. He was trying his best to finish all of his work so that he could go back to giving you all the love and attention that you wanted 24/7. He missed you so much, too. 

It took everything in him to not chase after you when you walked out the door. He wanted to hold you, to apologize, but he couldn’t. The sooner he finished this, the sooner he could just go back to loving you.

You started crying harder as soon as you left the room. Deep down, you knew he was so exhausted and stressed. You knew he didn’t mean to snap at you and that he probably felt awful about it. But your hormones were so intense that you couldn’t help the crying. You just wanted him. Your whole body was so tired from carrying a growing human inside of you and all you needed was for Bucky to make you feel better. But he couldn’t even do that. 

You went into the nursery, looking around at all the progress you had made. What had started as a blank room with no purpose was now full of life and love. This was the room that you were going to raise your daughter in.

Rubbing over your bump, you sat down on the floor. You felt a kick as you settled, something that had been happening frequently but a feeling that would never stop amazing you. “It’s okay, baby girl,” you said to your stomach, wondering if she could somehow sense your distress. “Mama just misses your Daddy right now,” you sniffled.

You were so tired. Growing a human, while something your body was meant to do, was fucking hard. You hadn’t been sleeping well the past few nights either, pains in your back preventing you from getting comfortable. You let your body relax, eventually curling up on the floor and closing your eyes, surrounded by the decorations that your daughter would hopefully love.

Bucky tried his hardest to go back to work, but it was impossible. He couldn’t believe he had made you cry. “Piece of shit,” he mumbled to himself. 

You were his entire world. You and the little baby in your stomach. His girls were so much more important than any job he could ever have. With a sigh he pushed himself out of his chair, desperate to wrap his arms around you.

“Baby, I am so so sorry,” he said walking into your bedroom. But he was met with an empty bed. He walked back out into the living room, wondering if he had somehow missed you on his way from the office. “Honey?” he called out when he still couldn’t find you. “Y/N?”

When he got no answer, he started to panic. You had left him. Packed your bags and gone somewhere else. You never wanted to see him again and you would never let him meet his daughter. He was a fuck-up and had burned everything to the ground. “Oh god,” he whispered to himself, trying to not fully break down. The exhaustion was getting to him. He couldn’t even think straight.

In a panic, he ran to the nursery, hoping that you hadn’t left it completely bare. He creaked open the door, expecting the worst. The lack of sleep was making him extremely paranoid. That’s when he saw your sleeping frame curled up on the floor. “Oh thank fucking god,” he breathed with relief. He sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and rubbing your stomach. 

“Bucky?” You said after a minute, waking up.

“I’m here, honey. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I should have just gone to you when you needed me, I just-��

“You’re here now. That’s what matters,” you hummed, just happy to be in his arms.

“I’m done with this,” he affirmed. “I’m telling Stark I’m not working anymore til the baby comes. And for a while after that. He can dock my pay if he wants, we’re fine without it.”

“Buck, you don’t have to do that. I just really missed you.”

“I’m doing it. I miss my girls. More than anything.”

More tears fell from your eyes, but they were laced with happiness and love. “Thank you.”

“Let’s get you into bed, Sugar.” With ease, he lifted you up, not even phased by the weight of the human you were carrying. He set you down and tucked you in before changing into pajamas and sliding in next to you. “I love you so much. I can’t wait for our little girl to get here. I’m so sorry again. God, I just can’t express how much I love you.”

“I love you, too.” As you said the words, the baby kicked again, happy to have her parents reconciled. 

Bucky bent down and peppered kisses all over your stomach. “Come soon, Princess. We can’t wait to meet you.”

[alotofpockets]

Christmas plans | Katie McCabe

Pairing: Katie McCabe x Arsenal!Reader

Prompts: "Is that a hickey?"

Warnings: Mention of reader not having a good relationship with their family, small mention of anxiety.

A/n: Despite the prompt and the warnings, this is overall just a very fluffy fic!

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 2.8k

All around you your teammates were sharing their Christmas plans. You were stretching before training, and the conversation about winter break came up, and everyone was excitedly sharing their plans to visit their families. You dreaded the moment you would be asked about your plans, because opposed to all their excited plans with family, you had no plans of your own. The reason you weren’t going to visit your family during the holidays is because you don’t have a good relationship with them. Since you were still rather new at Arsenal, not many of your teammates knew about this part of your life, though.

Inevitably the question was thrown your way by Lia. Your long time Ireland teammate, and best friend, noticed the panicked look in your eyes, and answered before you had the chance to. “Y/n, is joining me for Christmas. We’re going to stay with my family for a couple days.” You were grateful that the conversation continued after Katie’s response. You had known Katie for years, having met at the U17 team, she had been there for you almost every time that something surrounding your parents had happened.

After training you’re the last one in the dressing room with Katie, the perfect moment to thank Katie for her cover up. “Of course, anytime. You should actually come though.” With a furrowed brow you look back at her. “Oh no, it’s fine. I can just stay home. It’s a family holiday, I don’t want to intrude.” Katie packs the last of her stuff into her backpack, “I think you've spent enough time at the house to be considered family.” It's true, you had spent a lot of nights staying at the McCabe's when things got bad with your parents. “Mom loves you more than she loves me anyways, I know she would love for you to join us. Plus, I think it would be really nice.” So, like that it was settled, you were joining the McCabe’s for Christmas.

Gary was there to pick you up from Dublin Airport. You greeted him with a quick hug, before putting both your own and Katie’s suitcase in the trunk, letting Katie have a moment with her dad. The drive to their place wasn't long, so in no time you were hugged by the rest of the McCabe family that was currently home. “It's so good to see you, Y/n! I'm glad you could join us for Christmas.” Katie's mom excitedly shares, making you feel welcome instantly. “I wasn't sure where you preferred to sleep, I can make up the couch, Gary can set up an air mattress, or I can ask one of the kids that won't come home until Christmas eve if you can take their room for the time being? I'm afraid that the guest room is currently occupied by quite a mess, as we've been renovating a bit.” Katie goes in to hug her mom as well. “Don't be silly, mom, we can just share my room.” She looks your way to see if you're okay with that too. “Yeah, I'm fine sharing with Katie. What have you been renovating?” You knew that Gary loved showing off what he was working on. Like you expected he excitedly asked you to follow him, as he was pointing to everything he was planning on fixing. You listened full of interest, always having loved listening to people talk about what they are passionate about.

Meanwhile in the living room Katie gets questioned by her sisters. “So, does Y/n joining us for Christmas mean you guys are finally together?” Ella starts. “Y/n's here because she's my best friend. Also, what do you mean finally?” Her brow furrows slightly. “Come on, you can't tell me you don't like her more than that.” Lauryn continues, clearly sharing the same thoughts about the two of you as Ella. In response Katie just rolls her eyes and walks away, joining her mom in the kitchen. Leaving a smirking Ella and Lauryn behind, “She didn't deny it.” The two of them share a look, “So, we're definitely going to try to get them together before Christmas right?” 

“Already done with your sisters? You only just got here.” Sharon jokes with her daughter. “They're meddlers, I did not come here for that.” Katie jokes back, as she sits down with her mom. “Not to meddle but-” Sharon laughs at the warning look Katie sends her way, “I always thought the two of you would make a lovely couple. I want you to find your own way, though, and of course I just want to see you happy.” Not a minute later you walk back into the room, deep in conversation with Gary. Katie takes the moment to pull you away, bringing your suitcases up to her room, and settling in.

It was already late, so you and Katie decided to call it a night, getting some well deserved rest after a busy few months. The next day you planned to go shopping with Katie, insisting on getting her family members presents of your own and not just sharing the ones that she had ordered to her parent’s home over the past couple of weeks. 

You weren’t the biggest fan of shopping when a holiday as big as Christmas was coming up, with all the busyness that came with it but you wanted to get them something nice since they were opening up their home for you. Katie noticed the slightly panicked look in your eyes as you entered the mall, and reached for your hand. You squeeze it appreciatively, before intertwining your fingers with hers. She guides you around the mall, entering all the stores you want to check out. Having Katie close by helped a lot with your anxiety, Katie always knew how to be there for you in any situation. 

When you got all the presents you wanted to get, the two of you settled in a little cafe. You were sipping on your hot chocolates, and watching the Christmas decorations around the mall, when two young girls walked up to you, accompanied by their mother. “Hi, we’re so sorry to interrupt but we were wondering if maybe my daughter's could take a picture with the both of you, they're big fans.”  Katie stood up and greeted them, “Yeah, of course you can.” She beamed. You stood up as well, giving each of the little girls a hug. The mom got ready to take the picture, as the girls moved to stand in between the two of you. Their wide smiles didn't falter when they stepped away. You took a moment to talk with the girls, before they went on their way again. The mom thanked you for making her girl's Christmases. Both you and Katie love meeting fans, the young ones especially, as it showed you that what you were doing was inspiring young children. 

On the way back Katie told you about one of the Christmas traditions her family had. “So, each year mum buys everyone a pair of Christmas pajamas, and we spend the evening watching Christmas movies.” You thought it was an adorable tradition. So much so that when you got back you had to fight to keep in your tears when Sharon let you know that she had placed pajamas for both you and Katie on Katie’s bed. You thanked Sharon before Katie pulled you towards her room, knowing how much you hated crying in front of people. Once in her room, you fall down on the bed. Katie sits down next to you, and you instantly reach for her touch by laying your head down in her lap. You let your tears flow freely, while she gently strokes your hair. “Do you want to talk about it?” Katie asks softly. “Just that your family is so loving, and they’re including me in all of it. I’m not used to that, and the difference is a lot. It’s really nice though, they’re making me feel very loved.” You lift yourself up from Katie’s lap, “Anyways, we should head down.” Katie shakes her head, pulls you into her side, and falls down onto her back, pulling you along with her. “They can wait for a little bit.” You try to protest but when Katie doesn’t give in, you relax into her. Your head now on her chest, as she continues to play with your hair. 

Once you feel ready to head downstairs, your eyes finally land on the pajamas that Sharon picked out. A pair of matching red flannel pants, along with two simple black t-shirts. You both change into the outfits quickly, before joining the festivities downstairs. The family pilled down in the living room, the table filled with snacks, and the first Christmas movie started playing on the TV. It doesn’t take long for you to snuggle into Katie, who instantly wraps her arm around you. The moment not going unnoticed by Ella and Lauryn, who share a knowing look.

The next morning you head downstairs in your matching Christmas pajamas for family breakfast. Today the family had plans to go to a nearby Christmas market, play some board games, and in the evening you and Katie were planning on going on a Christmas light walk. You had seen an ad for the event in the mall, and were very excited to go.

Right as you walk through the door post, Lauryn says, “Katie, what's that above you?” Katie looks up and you follow her gaze. You didn't see the warning look that Katie sent her sister's way. “Why is there a mistletoe?” Both Lauryn and Ella try to hide their giggles, while Ella says, “It's a Christmas tradition to kiss someone under the mistletoe, so I assume it is to spread the holiday joy.” with a slightly teasing tone. Katie looks back over to you, searching your face for what she should do. “We don't have to, if you don't want to.” You lock your eyes on Katie's, “I mean it's bad luck if we don't, right?” You joke back, sending her a smile and a nod, letting Katie know you're okay with it. Katie leans in and pecks your lips. “So, breakfast?” Katie says as she quickly turns around again, hiding her flushed cheeks from you.

Your morning and afternoon were jam-packed with family activities, and while you loved every part of it, your mind kept going back to Katie’s lips on yours. How soft they were, and how badly you wanted to kiss her again. Though, you had convinced yourself that for Katie the kiss was probably just for the tradition of it. You couldn't have been more wrong though, Katie badly wanted to talk to you about the kiss, but she hadn't been able to get you alone for a single moment today. 

The first moment the two of you were alone that day, was on the way to the Christmas light event. The car ride itself was quiet besides the radio softly playing in the background, both of your minds running at full speed. Katie parks the car, and right from the parking lot you could already see lights all around you. While you were slowly turning to take in all of the beautiful lights, Katie’s eyes were fixed on you. “What?” You say while a blush rushes to your cheeks, when you notice Katie’s eyes on you. The usual confidence of the girl in front of you, replaced by nervousness. “Nothing, it’s stupid.” She says trying to turn away but you grab her arm and pull her back around. “If you’re thinking about it, it’s not stupid.” You seemingly convinced her as she took a deep breath. “Would you have kissed me if we weren’t standing under a mistletoe?” The question takes you by surprise, as you had convinced yourself that it was just you lingering on the moment you had shared this morning. “Nevermind, forget I said anything.” Katie turns on her heels again, thinking she had her answer by the lack of your response. The action makes you jump into action, once again reaching for her arm. This time you don’t just use the pull to turn her around, you also use it to bring her closer to you. You lean in and connect your lips, smiling into the kiss, as you feel Katie kiss back. The feeling of her soft lips moving in sync with yours sent shivers down your body, while simultaneously making you feel warm inside. 

After you pull away from the kiss, you look at Katie and see the Christmas lights reflect in her eyes. “In case that didn’t answer your question properly, that meant yes.” You joke, making her laugh. She playfully pushes you away, before stepping besides you again to intertwine your hands. You spend the evening walking around the lit up city center, enjoying every moment together. 

You arrive back at Katie’s childhood home way past midnight, so the house is already quiet. She pulls you into the warmth of the home by your hand, only feeling you resist when you walk through the doorway to the living room. She follows your eyes up to the mistletoe under which you shared your first kiss. Katie takes a step back to stand in front of you, and wastes no time to connect your lips. The kiss started out soft and sweet, but quickly turned more passionate. Katie pulls away from the kiss breathlessly, “To be continued.” She says as she takes your hand once more and guides you to her room.

The next morning you wake up in Katie’s arms, a feeling you would like to never forget. “Good morning, beautiful.” Katie whispers as she places a kiss on your forehead. A wide smile forms on your face, “Good morning.” After sharing a few soft kisses, you get ready for family breakfast. The food each morning had been amazing, you were so excited for what Christmas would bring. 

Lauryn asked if both of you wanted to join her on the pitch that afternoon, which of course you agreed to. It might be winter break, but football was a passion you would always take a moment for. You had been on the pitch for about an hour, when Katie decided to take her jacket off. "Is that a hickey?" Lauryn said loud enough for the whole town to hear. Katie sends a panicked look your way, you shrug your shoulders, knowing there isn’t anything you can do now besides mouthing a sorry her way. Lauryn followed the interaction, her smile growing wider. “Oh my god, it so is! I gotta tell Ella that her mistletoe idea worked.” Katie chases after her youngest sister, tackling her to the ground before she could reach her phone. “You and Ella are a pair of meddlers.” She said, shaking her head, as she helped Lauryn up. “It worked didn’t it? Mum’s gonna love this.” You watched the interaction with a smile on your face, realizing that her whole family was rooting for the two of you together. 

On Christmas Eve the rest of the McCabe siblings, along with their partners and children joined you at the McCabe’s, and it wasn’t long before they all knew about you and Katie. You were nervous at first, not wanting the dynamic to change, but quite the opposite happened. They were happy for the both of you, and continued to treat you as family, like they had done the past couple of days. 

All in all it was a wonderful Christmas with her whole family, lots of presents, amazing food, and company from the loving family. Katie was watching you interact with her cousins with adoration in her eyes, she couldn’t wait to continue creating memories together. The family got together for a series of group pictures. You took a couple of the McCabe siblings, and some of them all together with their parents, as well as Sharon taking individual ones of each of her children with their partners, and kids if they had them. 

Katie later posted a collection with her favorite ones, along with the caption ‘Family time❤️🎄’. She added the picture Sharon took of the two of you, where you have your arms around her waist, as she places a kiss on your cheek. You posted the ones you were on to your own Instagram with the caption, ‘Thank you for the best Christmas ever❤️’. 

It didn’t take long for the Arsenal group chat to explode upon seeing your posts. You were laying in bed with Katie, scrolling through the loving messages your teammates were sending your way after Katie confirmed that the pictures indeed meant that you were her girlfriend. That night you went to bed feeling happier than you had ever felt. Truly a high to end the year on.

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[shuenkio]

Birthday present | Psh. 🎁

Paring: Sunghoon x M!reader | Genre: Fluff

ᯤ Synopsis: He was unhappy with the gift that you gave him, SH was mad but what kind of present did he truly want?

ᯤ Cw: None maybe.

ᯤ Non proof read | Eng is not my first.

ᯤ This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

ᯤ Crd to all the owner [dv/pics]

A✓N: probably disappear after this one for real[fr], the exam is under my nose and here I am, writing delusional thoughts. 🫂

To be friends with Sunghoon was so easy; you don't get why all those girls say it's so hard like this, it's so hard like that. When m/n just go and give Sunghoon a bottle of water one time after his practice for the match as a figure skater.

Ever since then, you and him get along pretty quickly, or maybe you're just his teammates? Privilege, of course. But little did you know that Sunghoon is not the type to express his heart or how he feels about something, nor is an exciting surprise out of his expression. He was indeed a cold person, to be honest.

Yet you can still hang out with Sunghoon; having enough patience to be there for him whenever he's spacing out, freezing, is like sometimes you wonder if you have a robot friend. Cloud began to set into a breathtaking sight of night, filled with the city lights lit up. It was time to go back home after a long, intense day of practicing. Sunghoon is not here because he had finished before you ever since this morning.

Checking your phone for a time, you saw a reminder pop up on your notification.

"Sunghoon's birthday today; let's post and wish for him."

Oh, it's actually his birthday; maybe time flies too fast to even think about anything; December 8 is here already. Furrow your brow, rubbing your chin with your slender fingers. Having deep thoughts, what should you give him for his special day? He's not the type who loves luxury things like men do, such as watches, belts, or whatever you just know he'd not too plead at it.

Pop, you suddenly get an idea by gifting him glasses because he likes them a lot. Wait, what if he doesn't like it? Perhaps winter is approaching; a scarf wouldn't be that bad, isn't it? It's keeping everyone warm; each one of us needs it. A scarf that it. Must stop by a fashion store before heading home to see him at his place.

7 p.m. comes by in a blink of an eye, and you find yourself knocking on his door. You didn't realize that he'd be throwing a party and celebrating with his family and friends; all you had in mind was to deliver him his gift. The door cracked open, revealing a taller figure. In front of you, Sunghoon, who had a birthday hat around his head. Funny, because he's not into childish stuff; it must be his mom.

"M/N, you're here! Uh, what are those?" Seeing a plastic bag in your hand makes him wonder what it could be. As you respond quickly by saying it was his gift, so then both of you get inside the house first. The party is still ongoing, yet some of his relatives are already full, which makes the house empty for some reasons.

Settled down all of your stuff in one place as you make your way to where Sunghoon are. He was in a kitchen, pouring soda into two empty cups. Tapping him on the shoulder while your hand is holding a bag behind your back, ready to surprise him even if he won't be surprised anyway.

"M/n? Here, soda, you must be tired from the training!" Said from a tipsy guy, handing you a cup. You didn't accept it yet till you finally handed him the gift you've been wanting to give him before taking the cup. Sunghoon didn't realize he was smiling from ear to ear the moment M/N gave him.

Whether he was surprised or not, a gift is a gift; it was meant to be a little curious. What could that be, isn't it? Fishing inside the brand plastic bag, he found a vintage scarf inside; it suits his skin tone well though, despite being as pale as snow. He then unwrapped and blanketed his neck with his new scarf. Did he like it? You bet he might not by the face he made right now, catching you off guard a little.

"Did you like it? Sunghoon, we've been friends for ages, but I can't deny what your favorite thing is you love the most. Sorry, Hyung, if that's not on your... expected list." Feeling a little hurt and guilty, a present is meant to be accepted in all kind the guest gives, while Sunghoon did otherwise.

"I don't like it, quite much m/n; you should know me better." With a smile that almost wiped his cheeks, Sunghoon frowned, unhappy. The scarf on his neck, the item you spend time thinking deep to find one—guess you're wrong this year. Sigh, you have to make it up to him this time; anything will do.

"Sorry, really, I'll find something more perfect for you; just say it." Picking on your finger's nails, you determined you'd do as Sunghoon told; one word will do; that's all Sunghoon needs to say. The taller's lit up slightly; this is the moment he has been waiting for for years. Anything? Sunghoon likes it.

"We have been friends for ages, right m/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Then, let's not be friends anymore; I'm tired of this friendship." Nani? Goosebumps were running and throwing your skin as your heart sank deeper than a Titanic ship. Did he really say that? What did you do wrong to be as guilty or bad for him to have the guts to no longer want to be friends with you?

"What do you mean, Sunghoon? I've never done anything wrong, am I? Right?" Tears are almost forming; a waterfall could break anytime soon. To prevent that, Sunghoon takes a rewind turn and gets into the point then. He was afraid you'd be a cry mess if he didn't spit any loner.

"Be my boyfriend instead; I hate that I can't be more than a friend! I wanna love you, m/n," placing your palm on your chest; if only only you had heart issues, a second won't spare. M/N almost nearly fainted with the sudden confession from a friend of his, who is the cold-hearted guy. This is something.

"Kill me now."

"I'll take that... As a yes, my boyfriend." 

[t1ts-4-scattorcio]

nat who basically lives at your house bc of her home life

Natalie moves into your house after being abused: Natalie Scatorccio x Reader Blurb + Headcanons

TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse, homophobia, self-destructive tendencies!

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Footsteps padded across the wooden floor strutting up to your side of the bed. You place your book on your dresser, meeting Natalie’s face. “How was your shower? I know you were tired after practice.” “It was ok,” she hummed “It would’ve been better if you were with me though.” she winked raising her eyebrow.

“Maybe next time” you giggled looking into her eyes.

You reach to grab her hand. “Kiss please?” you pout. She laughs at your antics leaning down to meet your mouth, it was soft and slowly began to deepen, breathing her in. Your hand reaches the back of her neck pulling her closer until she was hovering over you, both landing back in the softness of your pillows.

she moves to kiss your cheeks down your neck, a soft moan leaves your lips and you feel her smile against you. She pulls back pressing one more kiss breathless.

“Thank you for letting me be here, seriously” her face hardened. 

Your gaze softened “of course babe,” tucking her blonde locks back, “I just..” she stammered, “it was really bad, like.. I think I would be dead by now if it weren’t for you.” closing her eyes, “he hated me so much and my mom didn’t do shit,” her voice tightened shaking her head willing the terrible scenarios from her mind. 

You felt nauseous thinking about how terrible things were before, seeing bruises littered across her body while changing in the locker room, her once bright blue eyes slowly dull becoming more vacant after each passing day. Watching her get high under the bleachers before running to class just to help her get through the day. 

Tears filled your eyes. “Look at me,” cupping and caressing her blochy pink cheeks, she opened her eyes, red with unshed tears. “I wouldn’t have it any other way Nat, I want you forever” you whispered. A watery laugh escaped her. 

Your arms reach around her waist pulling her onto you, a comforting silence settled in the room.

Running your hands up her spine, an idea popped into your head, and a chuckle echoed through your chest, Nat sat up straddling you with a confused expression on her face. “What do you think you’re doing y/n?” eyebrows furrowing. You smirk and brace around her tightly, she gasps in surprise cackling as you blow raspberries into her neck. 

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You guys had to hide your relationship from her dad because he would kill you if he found out so you are only 100% besties around him and most people.

He sees you with his daughter and doesn’t know how to feel when you’re around as long as you stay out of his way he’s ok with it.

The first inklings that she had to move in with you were when she got drunk or high to the point where she's barely coherent it's scary to see, but it helps her numb her pain. It's very rare and you know her life at home is bad when she does start to spiral like that

The final straw was when Nat had snuck into your window covered in bruises, you held her in your arms that night, she eventually tired herself out from sobbing so hard. You promised yourself that she'd never ever be in that situation again. You helped hide the marks with foundation in the morning.

Your parents supported your relationship and respected that you both wanted it to be kind of a secret, she let her move into the spare room, bought her extra clothes if she needed them, and supported her as much as they supported you.

She got along so well with your parents, sometimes you'd find Nat sitting on the couch with your dad watching soccer matches with beers in their hands. She would help with chores without being told to do so, she didn't want to leech off of you. Even though they'd insist she relax at home.

She loves the privacy she has at your home. You give her the space she wants if she needs it and she feels at ease knowing her dad won't barge in her room any second.

She's so grateful for you <3 she doesn't have to walk on eggshells anymore or hide bruises with layers of clothes and makeup, she gets to show how much she loves you openly without any fear. she can finally be herself.

[cutebbcute]

In the summers silence, I was getting violent

Glenwood series

Summary: Ranger just wanted to help their best friend move. Little did they know they would completely forget what really happened that night.

Warnings: major character death, a cliff, violence, non-consensual biting.

They /them

They/them Pronouns for ranger.

Word count: 2,087

"Your what?" Rangers eyes open with surprise. Eyes fanticly looked at Isaiah, trying to understand.

" Well, she said she has this nice house off a trial not too far from he -"

"So you're just leaving that quick!"

The room went still. Ranger threw their hand up and stared at Isaiah looking for an answer. He just gave a pleading look back.

"Look," Isaiah sighed. "She says that she needs my help, that my magic could help her turn back!" He flashed a bright smile at ranger. " I could use my powers for something this time, and she says she could teach me more about them."

He looks back at Ranger, expecting a happy face, but all he sees is one of hurt.

"You barely know this girl Isaiah, how are you sure. What if she takes you into the woods to murder yo-"

"She would never, you know this dude. She was a blood mage before, so I think she just sees herself in me.. I guess."

Isaiah begins to take more clothes and carful folds them into his hiking backpack that has a bunch of different patches on it.

Ranger sit on his bed with their head in their arms.

" Have you even told your mom?" Ranger asks, voice filled with worry.

"You know she doesn't care dude, why do you think she sent me to those summer camps, and now she has a new boyfriend to worry about." Isaiah runs a hand through his hair, sighs, and falls into the bed, looking over at his best friend.

"What about me, Isaiah? What if you get hurt and and..." Ranger says as their voice quivers, they look over at Isaiah eyes filled with worry.

"Dude," Isaiah sits up and moves to be next to them. "You are such a mother hen." He pushes rangers hat down infount of their face.

Ranger lets out a few chuckles before they shove him back.

"Trust me, I'll be fine, I'm just going to stay with her for a bit while she trians me. Plus, the trail to her house isn't too far from here."

"You're going to walk to her house now. It's about to pour, and the sun should be setting soon."

Ranger says, glancing outside the windows, the sun is just starting to set, and the sky is filled with black clouds.

Isaiah looks out the window for a bit before looking back at Ranger. "I'll be fineeeee."

"You're going against Hikers code? How about I help you bring stuff? She won't care, right?"

Isaiah looks off for a bit in though before shrugging his shoulders. "I don't think she would care, plus I could use some help."

"Alright, give me 5 minutes." Ranger smiles before rushing out.

They run down the street to their house, they run in quickly, throwing their hat to the side, and began making a bag filled with the essentials as if they had done this before. Flashlight, snack bars, 2 water bottles, a small first aid kit, and their trusty pocket knife.

Huffing trying to catch their breath, they look over to their desk. It's a photo from when Ranger and Isaiah were at prom. Both of their prom dates left them, so they dipped and decided to go to McDonald's still all dressed up. Ranger smiles at the picture, grabs their bag, and rushes out the door.

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Ranger and Isaiah stand at the entrance of the trail. It's one they have done so many times before.

"She said to meet her at the cliff point," Isaiah looks up from his phone to ranger.

"Ok, still a decent hike up, but it's nothing we haven't done before. Did you tell her I'm coming?" Ranger takes their eyes off of the path ahead of them and looked at Isaiah, their gut filled with a bad feeling.

"No, but she shouldn't care. You're just helping me bring something up, and then after I settle in, I should be able to visit you." Isaiah brushes ranger off and begins to walk ahead

"Should? Why wouldn't you visit me?" Ranger asks, still filled with worry.

Isaiah looks back to Ranger as he stops in his tracks. " Well, shes.... she's worried I'll hurt someone." Isaiah looks down

"Isaiah, in your years of knowing me and showing me your magic, have you hurt me?" Ranger walks up and pats his shoulder. "Plus, if you ever need a dummy to practice on, im right here." Ranger flashes Isaiah a toothy smile before motioning forward. "Come on, let's try to beat the moon. The sun is starting to set."

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It took about 45 minutes of walking, but two of them slowly made it up the trial into an opening. There are a few signs, 2 picknick tables, and some trash. But the best thing about this part was the view of the cliff. it was a beautiful view of the mountains, trees, and the sun as it finally dipped past the horizon.

Ranger look out, a chill going down their spine as darkness Stared to set in. They grab their flashlight from the side of their bag and flick it on. They shine it towards Isaiah.

"She says she is on her way now." Isaiah smiles as he puts his phone away in his back pocket. He turns his head to look at the view. "It shouldn't be long since she's a vampire, they are quick as fuck." Isaiah smiles.

"This is the skin of a killer, Bella."Ranger throws their head back in laughter at their own joke. Isaiah begins to laugh back. It take a minute for them to gain their composure back.

"So what are you going to do while I'm doing this?" Isaiah asks, facing Ranger as he crosses his arms at them. Ranger looks at him for a second before looking out at the view.

"Might become a park ranger."

They srug their shoulders.

"That.... actually sould perfect." Isaiah chuckles to himself, "you always are a sucker for the outdoors.... and rules."

Ranger gives a playful shove to Isaiah as he laughs. "Just becaus-"

"OH ISAIAH!!" A high pitch voice calls out from behind them. They both turn to face who was calling the name.

"Charlotte!" Isaiah runs over to her and opens his arms out wide. She quickly denied the hug and gives him a pat on the shoulder. "Oh, you know I'm not the huggin-..." She stares at ranger, red eyes glowing in the light from their flash light.

"Hey Charlotte " they give a quick response.

Charlotte turns to face Isaiah. "Isaiah, doll I though we talked about this." She gave Isaiah a look of pity.

"They just wanted to help me up here, that's all." Isaiah lowers his smile, and his brows scowl together.

"Yeah, is there a problem with that." Ranger quips back.

Charlotte stants and looks back and forth between the two before speaking. " Isaiah, may I speak to you privately for a minute."

Isaiah frowns at her before looking at Ranger. "Yeah ,sure." Ranger takes the idea and goes to sit at one of the picknick tables. They slunch down and start to pick at the table. A water drop falls on their head. They look up and see a cascade of water falling. They were to focus in the rain, and suddenly, a shout catches their attention.

"Look, Charlotte, if you don't like them, I don't care their my best friend, and I'm not just going to leave them!" This is followed a harsh slap. Isaiah stumbles to catch his body , holding his stinging cheek, and he quickly looks back at Charlotte.

"You are going to get them killed, don't you notice th-" Charlotte catches rangers punch right before it hits her face. She breathes out. " I don't have time for this."

She shove ranger back, and they go flying. Their body rolls back into the now muddy path. They cough as the wind was knocked out of them. Isaiah looks over to his best friend he then trys to launch his body towards them, but before he can, he is pulled back by the back of his neck. He was forced to look at Charlotte, and he bagan to hear a ringing in his ear as his vision started to fade.

Charlotte was mouthing words he couldn't hear. Suddenly, Charlotte was knocked out of concentration as a body collided with her. Hands trying their best to grab at Isaiah. She drops Isaiah and turns and hits Ranger in their face. A loud crack fills the air as Ranger stumble back, holding their nose. trying to get a sense of their surroundings. Everything was too much. The rain, the mud, the pain, the worry. Their eyes open to face Charlotte. " I'll tell the Bureau, the- this has to be illegal."

"OH would you just shut it."

Ranger is quickly grabbed by the Throat... they cough and grab at her hands. Eyes bulging, they frantically look around. Their eyes land on Isaiah, whose body layed close to the edge of the cliff. He slowly shakes his head up his arms hold his face up from the mud. He's covered in mud, he tries to stand but as he does the ground from under him slips...

Ranger watches, and they frantically try to claw out of her grip. They let out a horse. "ISAIAH!" Everything feels as if it was in slow motion. Isaiah body begins to quickly slide off the side of the cliff. He frantically tries to grab at the ground, but it's no use. The whole chunk of ground he was on was mud. Mud that was slipping of cliff. Charlotte let go of ranger their body begin to fall to the ground. Just like Isaiah. They tried to reach out, but it was not use.

Isaiah body fell, ranger knew from the sick tud they heard.

Rangers body begin to shake, they started to hyperventilate, this wasn't happening. They wanted to believe that Isaiah was safe right next to them. But every blink of their eyes showed his helpless eyes right before the fall. The sick and wet thump of his body hitting the ground. They screamed.

They only thing that pulled them from this downward spirle was Charlotte yell. "Son of a bitch!" She quickly threw her gaze at ranger. "You!"

Before ranger could speak, her hands were around their neck. "Do you have any idea of what you've done!"

Ranger eyes bulged out as they stared at her. They felt anger build up in their chest. They weren't going to let her get away with this. They quickly grabbed their trusty pocket knife and slammed it into her arm. The next thing they knew, they were slammed into a tree. Everything hurts, their body, their mind, and slowly Charlotte walks up to them. With one hand, she grabs the side of their throat and brings them up to their feet. She stares at them as if she's deciding something. Then her eyes light up, her fangs show as she shows a crazy smile. "At least you can be a blood bag." Rangers eyes look up at her in fear as

She forcefully tilts their head to the side and CRUCH. Ranger trashes against the bite, pain racing threw them.

they feel paralyzed. Their eyes slowly begin to close, but just as they due Charlotte takes her mouth off their throat. A hand opens one of their eyes forcefully. "Im not done with you." She growls and grabs them by the sholders. They see her lips move, but they can't hear anything but ringing. Only something about magic? They panic as they are draged but too tired to fight it off. Suddenly, the ground slips from them... they are falling...THUD.

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"Hotshot?" Ranger head snaps over to Clare, their eyes soften when they see her. She walks over and places an unbrela over the two of them.

"You know, for someone as smart as you, I would think you would be smart enough to not sit out in the rain." Claire, look at them and hold out a hand. Ranger gladly accepts it and is pulled out of their seat. A hand gently glides them inside. "We just got you all fixed up. I don't need you to get sick now." Claire chuckles before putting the unbrela down. "Stay here. I'll go get you a towl. Clare walks away from Ranger to go retrieve a towel. Ranger watches her go, and then they look outside at the rain. The ground was slowly mixing into mud.

[imtrashraccoon]

The final Dust chapter...we're halfway through folks! I'm really happy with this one and it fills me with many fuzzy feelings.

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Dust - Tears

Word Count: 2,235.

It was a good day.

You were packing for college and you'd soon be halfway across the country far away from your insufferable family. You'd promised you would call, but had added that you may be too busy to do so. Psychology was a complicated subject and you would likely be swamped with coursework afterall.

They didn't care and neither did you for that matter. You gladly welcomed the chance to have a fresh start and freedom to live life the way you'd always dreamed to. You would be your own person and not just the lesser copy of your elder sister.

"Hey! Are you deaf or something?"

Speak of the devil and she shall appear. You dropped a folded shirt onto your suitcase and turned to the doorway of your bedroom where your sister was standing impatiently. She was wearing a new dress and expensive shoes, again, and her face was practically caked with designer makeup.

"What do you want now?" you heard yourself grumble.

Your sister rolled her eyes. "I asked what do you think you're doing? Mom needs you to watch the house for the next week while they're away, you can't just leave!"

You frowned and crossed your arms. "We've been over this at least a dozen times. I'm leaving tomorrow morning to catch a plane so I'll have time to get settled in the dorms before the first semester starts. I can't just rebook the flight now as they won't refund me."

Her face contorted into a snarl and she crossed her arms. "Fine, go and abandon our parents for a stupid degree. You'll come to regret it one day!"

She turned to leave and as the clicking of her heels on the laminate flooring started to fade, you darted to the door to stop her. "Hold on! Why can't you watch the house? You're not going to college right away..."

Your sister scoffed and flipped her long hair behind her back as she turned around again. "Who needs college? All I gotta do is bag some rich idiot who'll bend over backwards for anything I want."

"Gross."

"And what, working every day for the rest of your life is somehow better?"

"At least I'll have something to fall back on while you'll be left high and dry when he dumps you." You crossed your arms and glared at her. "And you didn't answer my question, what are you doing that is keeping you so busy?"

"The girls and I are going on a trip to Vegas to celebrate graduating." She narrowed her eyes at you and poked your chest with one of her too long manicured nails. "And no, you're not invited, you fun sponge...."

"Double gross. I wouldn't be caught dead with your 'friends', not after all the crap they put me through." You made air quotes with your fingers to emphasize that word specifically.

"Ugh! Mom was right, you're way too sensitive."

You clenched your jaw and took a slow, deliberate breath. Once you had calmed down and weren't about to clock your own sister, you asked another question. "How are you even affording a trip after you were fired? Surely, mom and dad aren't bankrolling this too?"

She rolled her eyes, "Idiot, I'm temporarily borrowing from my inheritance that Grandma left. I have plenty of time to put it back if I actually decide to go to college anyways."

You frowned as she turned and left the house. Something about how she'd said that didn't sit right with you. Your grandmother had left both of you money for college and you had decided long ago to keep it just for that. Your sister was as careless as ever though, but what right did you have to judge her foolish spending habits? It would undoubtedly come back to bite her one day and by then you would be financially secure with an amazing career.

You also didn't like how your sister had seemingly ignored all the times you'd told your family your plans over the past few weeks. You weren't going to give them up now, not even if she begged you to.

If only it had been so simple...

"What do you mean the money's gone?! That was meant to be for my college!" you remembered shouting.

Your mother didn't even turn around and continued packing her suitcase. "Remember when your sister was in that car accident a year ago? We needed to get her corrective surgery and the money had to come from somewhere. It's just money and family is more important. Besides, it's not even like it was actually yours and we'd only briefly talked about it."

It's not fair...

You woke with a heavy heart. Why had your brain chosen that particular memory to fixate on? It had been years since you left home and cut contact with just about everyone you ever knew.

Sitting up in bed, you wrapped your blankets around your shoulders and took deep breaths to try and relax. No matter how much time passed, you couldn't seem to forget about them, even though you'd tried.

There was no way you could forget about the nightmare and go back to sleep now either. Your mind was simply too jumbled to rest and it felt like you were reliving the painful emotions you'd experienced back then all over again.

It was way too early in the morning to stay up though. Maybe a snack and a drink of water would help calm your frayed nerves? If not, there was always the option of binging some historical romance shows until you fell asleep on your own. With your mind made up, you steeled yourself for the trek to the kitchen.

You didn't get far though.

No sooner did you flip on the hall light, did your gaze settle on a familiar sight. Dust was hunched over in an almost fetal position on your couch with his hood covering his face. His skull was buried in his hands and from the way he was heavily breathing, you knew he'd been crying.

Your original mission forgotten, your heart immediately went out to him. Being careful not to startle him, you made your way over to the couch and sat down next to him.

The only acknowledgement he gave to signify that he was aware of your presence was a brief glance in your direction from beneath his hood.

"Is it one of those times again?" you asked softly.

He didn't answer.

"Can I give you a hug? You look like you could use one right now."

You waited a few seconds just in case, but when he didn't say no, you figured he at least wasn't opposed to the gesture. You wrapped your arms around him and sat there quietly, just holding him close for a while.

At some point, he shifted and tentatively wrapped his arms around you as well. He managed to give you a slight squeeze and murmured a very soft, "...thank you."

He seemed exhausted and in no mood to talk about whatever had bothered him to the point of tears. That was fine, you weren't exactly in the mood to dwell on whatever negative emotions your nightmare had dredged up either.

"Are you going to be alright now?" you asked.

He shrugged and you could feel his gloved phalanges mindlessly draw circles across your shirt. He didn't say anything for several seconds but you waited patiently in case he changed his mind.

"i'll be okay... just, i don't want to go back there right now..." he muttered.

"Well, I actually had a bad dream...and I really don't think I can go back to sleep anytime soon anyways." With a sigh, you loosened your hold on his body and asked, "Wanna just hang out with snacks and watch whatever trash happens to be on tv right now?"

"eh, beats being dead i guess..." he grunted and somewhat reluctantly let go of you.

You rolled your eyes at how snarky his tone of voice was. It seemed that his sass meter was always dialed up to eleven whenever he was exhausted, but you didn't mind in the slightest. His comments never came across as malicious anymore and you actually welcomed his often blunt jokes. It was better than when he used to ignore your questions at least.

You didn't have a whole lot of snack foods save for a bag of dill pickle chips and a pack of store bought chocolate chip cookies. Meh, they were still worthy choices in your opinion. Once you were both settled on the couch again with the snacks and some water, you flipped through the channels before settling on a rerun of an old western movie.

Only a few minutes into the film though, Dust decided to slink his arm around your shoulders and scooted closer until you might as well be cuddling. You didn't mind in the slightest and neither did you acknowledge that this was technically the most he'd willingly touched you before now.

"Can I ask you something, Dust?"

He hummed quietly and tilted his skull to look over at you.

"Is there a reason you wear gloves all the time?"

He glanced down at his left hand and tentatively flexed his phalanges in a thoughtful manner. "i just don't like getting my hands dirty...it's irritating..." he murmured.

"Ah, I wondered if that could be the reason."

"it's also good so i don't leave evidence laying around," he added with a dry chuckle.

You gave him a blank look but you couldn't tell if he was serious or not. "Now I know you're pulling my leg, skeletons don't have fingerprints..."

"...that you know of," he finished for you. There was a mischievous glint in his eyelights and you noticed his smile was slightly wider than usual.

"I...don't think I want to continue this conversation... I really don't need to know why someone like you worries about leaving evidence at crime scenes, okay?"

Dust chuckled quietly and squeezed your shoulder a little. "yeah, you already worry about enough as is, bean," he said.

"Huh... Why do you call me that anyways?" you asked. "It seems so random..."

A soft violet glow briefly flickered across his zygomatic bones and he glanced away from you. He made a sound of clearing his throat and tapped his phalanges nervously against the couch cushions.

"it's, uh... actually it's sort of a pun..." he muttered.

"Really?" You tilted your head thoughtfully as you tried to rack your brain for any kind of word it could be referring to. "I don't get it...?"

"well, it'll sound really lame if i explain it..."

"No, please tell me! I promise I won't laugh, okay?"

He chuckled and nodded, although you noticed his cheekbones were still that lovely shade of purple. "okay, okay... you're a...?"

"Woman?"

He shook his skull and vaguely gestured with his free hand. "a human...what?"

You narrowed your eyes in thought. "A human being..."

"now say it quickly and in an exaggerated voice."

"Human bein'...human bean..." You crossed your arms and fixed him with a "Really?" look.

Dust nearly dissolved into a fit of laughter, which made it really hard to keep a straight face but you had unfortunately promised not to laugh at him. Still, you were going to make it known how disappointed you were right now.

"i told you it was lame..." he finally managed to say once he'd calmed down again.

"you were right!" you grumbled and gave his knee a playful punch. "Axe was at least more creative that you."

"what, he didn't just pick something food related like, i dunno, pumpkin?"

You shook your head. "Nope, he calls me lil' chip. I actually never asked him why though..."

"huh... you're right, that is pretty creative," Dust muttered thoughtfully. "i still prefer bean though..."

You sighed and flopped your head against the back rest. "Suit yourself then..." you grumbled.

The movie turned out to be more boring than you'd thought it would be and you soon found yourself struggling to keep your eyes open. After you'd jolted yourself awake a couple of times when your head started to loll to one side, Dust seemed to get an idea.

"here..." He grabbed one of the throw pillows you had lying around and set it on his femurs. "if you're that tired, you should at least lay down so you don't hurt your neck or something.

You hesitated for a split second but realized that it couldn't hurt at least. So, you shifted your body until you could lay down comfortably with your head on the cushion in his lap. He spread a blanket over your body before flashing that more genuine smile of his at you.

"comfy?"

"Very..." you hummed in response.

Dust nodded and turned his attention back to the movie again. You tried to focus on it as well, especially when the more action packed scenes came on, but you couldn't seem to resist the pull of sleep any longer. It really didn't help when he started absentmindedly playing with your hair as well.

The next thing you knew, the sun was out and you were safely tucked back into your own bed. The only evidence that he'd been there at all was the couch pillows being slightly askew and the snacks being gone that you'd both consumed in the night.

[roadkillremi]

Hey do you think you can do something where randy survived and gets to meet mindy as a baby for the first time?

(I just need uncle!randy and mindy fluff)

So excited for this!!! I had so much fun making this! I'm thinking of one where Mindy comes out to Randy!

I won't allow it

Uncle! Randy X F!Reader

MasterList

Warnings : mentions of Ghostface, insecure uncle moment, mentions of how Randy was almost killed.

Summary : Ask above, After the murders at college and Hollywood you and Randy settled down. Randy got a small producing job and you stayed at home writing plays.

(Randy is 25 and Reader is around 24-26)

You gazed out the window as Randy drove down the neighborhood road. You sighed, "We haven't been here for..years..". Randy tapped the steering wheel, "That's what happens when a killer goes after you. Three times.". Randy looked at the houses, "Does Martha know that we're coming? Did you call her before we left?". You duh into your bag looking for your phone.

"Yes, calm down.". You sighed, "Sorry.". You leaned back in the seat. Randy gently put your hand on your thigh.

"It's gonna be okay."

You nodded, you closed your eyes taking a deep breath. Randy turned down the music, the song "Man-eater" faded away. He pulled into the driveway and parked the car.

"What if they don't like me?-" Randy said softly. You look over at him, "Randy.."

"I didn't show up to the baby shower! Or their first birthdays! What kind of uncle is that?" He hit the steering wheel. You nodded, " I understand where you're coming from. But we were busy and you called. Sometimes life happens.".

"I just get paranoid.. coming back. Ever since Roman. I just thought it'd end eight years ago." You softly grabbed his hand, "Me too. But remember when we got married? I told you that I was finally happy to have a family? And you said-"

"My family will always be your family." He mumbled. You smiled, "Exactly, and that's our family and they love you no matter what.". Randy nodded, "Yeah, okay. Did you get the gifts?". You nodded, "In the trunk.". You both got out the car door, Randy opened the trunk grabbing two gift bags. You waited by the car for him observing the house.

"The car's all locked up, ready?" He asked looking at you. You nodded, "Yup.". You both walked to the front door and knocked. You heard talking and someone running up to the door.

"Randy?!" Martha opened the door, he smiled. She gasped and gave him a giant hug. The gift bags made a crinkle noise as she hugged him. She backed away with a wide smile.

"Y/N! You look great!" She gave you a giant hug as well. Randy smiled, "That's why I married her.". You gave him a look, he smiled. Martha backed into the house.

"Come in! Mindy and Chad are in the living room playing.". You and Randy walked in, you both stood in the entrance of the doorway. You watched the one year olds interact. Mindy was facing away from Chad placing with fake kitchen supplies. Chad kept pushing a train over to her making her blow spit bubbles in anger.

"Wow, they're so..tiny" Randy whispered. You nodded, "They sure are.". Martha walked through and sat in-between them.

"Guys someone's here to see you!" She pointed at you and Randy. You squatted down and waved, "Hi!". Randy stood there, "I uh, got presents. I'm sorry we missed the party." He went in and sat on the ground across from the kids. Mindy grabbed the bag knocking it over. You sat by Randy, "This one is for Chad." You scooted it to him. He looked up at you with wide eyes and then back down at the bag. He dug through the bad to pull out a toddler train set. It lit up and sang when you pressed buttons. He smiled, "Chu Chu!" He looked at his mom to show her. She nodded and smiled, "It's a Chu Chu!". Mindy was focused on the gift paper, she held it and ripped it in half. Randy blinked at her, "The best part is inside you know?". You bumped your shoulder into Randy, he smiled. He got the toy out of the bag.

"Listen kid it took me a while to find this damn toy." He said softly. It was a childs director toy. Mindy smacked the box over and over signaling she wanted it. He handed it over. She smiled and pointed at the different toys babbling. Randy nodded as if he understood what she was saying. Randy gently took the box opening it for her.

"It's wooden so don't hurt your brother with it." He handed her the toy. She immediately started chewing on it. Martha sighed, "Here Mindy." She brought over a pacifier. Mindy gave her mom a look and pushed her hand away. Martha sighed, "She did that when Mom visited, she said you did the same thing.".

"Mom visited?" Randy asked looking up at her. She nodded, "She misses ya. I told her you were busy with your film.". You gently touched Randy's arm, he sighed.

"I know. It's a lot.."

"Yeah you just had to be a big shot director, huh?" Martha joked. Randy smiled and shrugged, "It's hard being famous.".

"Famous for almost getting murdered." You corrected. Randy rolled his eyes, "Potato Patato.".

"Well, I need to make dinner. Do you guys mind watching them for me?" Martha asked standing up. You nodded, "Sure thing.". Martha smiled.

"I'll put a movie in." She put on a kids movie. Chad immediately dropped his train and stared. You laughed a bit, Randy leaned back against the bottom of the couch. You scooted over beside him, "Cute kids." He said softly.

"Yeah, too cute.". You said putting your head on his shoulder. Randy looked over at you, "Are you going soft on me?".

"I am not! I'm just saying they're cute!". Randy smiled and went back to looking at the one year olds. Mindy crawled over to Randy, "What's up?" Randy asked. Mindy sat up and put her arms up demandingly. Randy glanced at you and then back at her.

"I think she wants you to hold her." You said softly. Randy picked her up placing her on his lap. She grabbed his nose and laughed at him.

"Yeah your uncle Randy has a giant nose." He said his voice was a bit weird from her holding his nose. You smiled and watched him, Mindy stared at him.

"Rwand?" She said tilting her head. Randy nodded, "Yes, I'm your uncle Rand." He smiled. She grabbed his nose again and laughed.

"We have a jokester here, huh?" He said narrowing his eyes at her. Chad crawled over to investigate the commotion. He sat up by you and patted your thigh aggressively. You looked down at him, "Hey bud.". He stared up at you, he patted your thigh again trying to signal to you. You nodded placing him on your lap. Chad grabbed Mindy's arm, the one holding Randy's nose.

She yanked her arm back giving Chad a dirty look. Chad stared in disbelief, "She definitely acts like you." You said to Randy. Randy looked over, "Good. We need another geek to save the day.". He said smiling at her.

"I won't allow Ghostface to get either of you, okay?". Mindy grabbed a fluff of Randy's hair.

"I won't allow it." He said leaning his forehead on hers. She just smiled in return.

17 years later...

Mindy crossed her arms looking at Sam and Ricky. She huffed and leaned on one hip, "No one is listening to me!".

"We're listening it's just that we need an expert!" Sam said motioning to Dewey. Mindy held up the stab blue-ray, "Uh, the expert is in the movies! Randy!".

"I don't think a movie character is gonna help us..." Amber said. Mindy narrowed her eyes, "Imma make a call.".

"Oh, no." Chad whispered. Mindy stomped out of the living room grabbing her phone off the dining room table. She closed her bedroom door and locked it. She scrolled through her contacts clicking, "Uncle Randy" 's number.

She tapped her foot as it dialed, "Hello?".

"Uncle Randy! Hey! I hope this isn't a bad time...".

"No, it's fine. What's up, kid?"

"Um, Ghostface returned. And he's after my friends."

It went silent, she held the phone close. She heard him take a deep breath, "Uh, Y/N?!" He called out. A soft yeah could be heard from a distance.

"We need to go back to Woodsboro. Mindy and Chad are in trouble... Don't worry Mindy we'll be there soon and remember to-".

"Follow the rules? I know Uncle Randy." Mindy said with a smile.

"Heh, smart kid.".

[salmiakkisaatana]

hey i desperately need to know more about sakari and asta btw

Ask and you shall receive!

I came up with them bc I was obsessed with one of my other oc's (Alex) and realized he needed parents.

At first I wanted his mom to be a single parent so I came up with Asta. She's an icon, the moment, a queen uknow the basic stuff. She's great mom, a dentist (she recently graduated to a doctorate), sometimes she acts in amateur plays, and she's a vintage fashion enthusiast/collector/repairer. She has a nice house, a car and Sakari to fix any problems with it (even tho Asta is also fully capable of solving them herself) and a close group of friends made up from Alex's friends' parents. Her life's maybe a bit grey, but it's a nice life and she enjoys it.

But yeah. You do need a second parent to have a kid (and I already have too many characters with unexplainedly vanished parents) so I made up Sakari. He's a little rat shit who couldn't be a husband. Fumbled the most smartest and most beautiful goddess that there is. Great job buddy. He CAN behave and be nice and charming. But usually he won't. He's a great car mechanic (that's his job, but still) and a no nonsense guy (except when it comes to Asta). He's not a bad dad (surprising for my characters), he just doesn't really know how to be a dad. He met his kid monthly or so after the divorce but neither he or Alex has ever felt that much of a father-son relationship between them. He's finally starting to kinda (?) figure out how to be a dad when the kid's what, 21 years old- And he's unfumbling the most smartest and most beautiful goddess that there is. Great job buddy!

This is a longass post so I'm putting the rest under the cut lol

The thing with these guys is that they both tried to see other people after their divorce, and most of the new partners were great and there was chemistry and stuff, but somehow the relationships all ended. Asta was the first to settle with the tought of being single.

They were together from 2000-2012, ages 17-29. They were high school* sweethearts and both of them are hopeless romatics which caused them to try and cling to each other as long as possible. They both had given so much to the relationship and supported each other (they had a kid, Sakari had mostly supported their finances when Asta was in dentistry school etc), whic is probably why they lasted so long even tho the first bigger problems started to arise pretty soon after Alex's birth in 2003 (yeah they were 20 when he was born, whoops) and they even got married in 2006 despite the problems.

Nowadays they're very attached to each other, probably even more than before now that their relationship has mostly healed from being veeeerry messy in the 2010s. They're still not getting back together, bc they know that they'd be a catastrophical mess. They're a mess even as friends. They get on each other's nerves often and bicker about stuff that doesn't matter, but they still have each others' backs

*well, the kinda equilavant of hs in Finland which is lukio

Elaborating this post:

I reblobbed this thinking about how Sakari was feeling after the divorce. He's a romantic little rat shit and he was truly feeling the loss of the most smartest and most beautiful goddess that there is. His mortality being taken in the divorce is just him being a dramatic little bitch playing with symbolism. Sorry, he's not actually immortal! Only normal ass humans here (unless it's one of my fantasy AU thingies).

[uloelu]

Location: Windslar, Windenburg

(transcript under the cut)

Episode 2 | Previous | Next

So excited to be back with this series. Episodes 3-5 are going to be a bit shorter than usual, but only because I'm in the process of planning a huge slate of parties, plot-changing events, etc. for summer break. Can't wait to share what I've cooked up with you! No additional parts to this episode, so I'll be back with episode 4 as soon as I finish editing my screenshots.

Episode 3: Suddenly Summer

Scene 1 - 28 Windslar

Irving (narrating a montage of the Brookestone-Walker household enjoying the first few days of summer): I hate summer. Okay, maybe that’s a little strong.

I like that, instead of pacing around in the house because rainstorms have flooded her usual trails, Chloe can go for her morning runs. I like that everyone in the house seems to be happier than in the spring, when the six of us first moved in.

(Cut to a political protest in San Myshuno)

Miki Ojo: What do we want?

Yuki Kuma: A living wage!

Miki: When do we want it?

Josh: Now!

(Cut back to Wes and Morgan making out in her apartment building)

Irving: I like that Josh and Wes have found actual hobbies instead of fighting about who gets to use the household computer (it’s mine). Although I’m not sure you can call what Wes gets up to a “hobby”. (He sneaks into the house at 1AM smelling like weed and cat dander.)

But aside from the awful heat—who knew Germany could get as hot as Willow Creek?—and prom fever at school, summer means I can’t keep avoiding my biggest irritation: Dr. Crêpes.

Scene 2 - Willow Creek Library

Irving: I don’t even know why I have to be here. I’m doing fine in school. Principal Prescott says I’m a shoo-in for valedictorian next year.

Dr. Crêpes: That’s great, Lindsey!

Irving: Irving. Everyone calls me that.

Dr. Crêpes: Right. Irving. (coughs) Child services recommended that I talk to you weekly to make sure you’re settling in well at your foster home. Now that school’s about to let out, it’s important that you receive all the help you need to remain your best self in the summer.

Irving: What if I don’t need any help?

Dr. Crêpes: Well—

Irving: No, seriously. I was told after my diagnosis that nothing had to change. That I’m fine just the way I am. That I get to define what autism means to me.

Dr. Crêpes: That’s absolutely true, Irving. Don’t get me wrong—I’m not here to upend your life. Think of me as a listening ear for whenever life stresses you out.

Irving (unconvinced): …

Dr. Crêpes: Unless you’re one of the lucky people who never get stressed out, in which case I totally envy you.

Irving: I did not say that.

Dr. Crêpes: Well, then, I’d love to hear anything you’re willing to share.

Irving: You promise not to tell anyone? Not even Audreyanna or Evelyn?

Dr. Crêpes: Therapist’s promise.

Scene 3 - Magnolia Park, Willow Creek

[Invited guests: Mila and Wolfgang Metzinger (aka Munch), Rani Anglond, Marissa Collins, Joy Jentanon, Cassandra Gótico (aka Goth), Morgan Landings (aka Fyres), Gene and Matt Whitmore (latter is @aashwarr's original character and won't be shown on-screen/quoted in these screenshots.]

Irving: Fine. Therapy wasn’t all that bad. And neither was the picnic our foster moms threw to celebrate the beginning of summer. I was surprised to see how many friends the other foster kids invited. I sure didn’t have anyone to invite. Not that I minded.

Cassandra (introducing Matt to Irving and Josh): Hey, Irving, come say hi to Matt. He says you’re in the same computer club.

Irving (cloudgazing): No, thanks. I’m trying to find video game characters in the clouds.

Joy (walking up to them): Aren’t you that guy who wrote that political op-ed in the school paper last week?

Josh: Am I?

Joy: Of course you are. I’m never wrong about these things. Josh, right?

Josh: Maybe. And you are...?

Joy: Joy. Chloe invited me. Your foster moms seem cool.

Josh: I’ll pass along the compliment. Didn’t think anyone actually read the paper. You into politics?

Joy: Very. I like to keep on top of things.

Josh: Well, Joy, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Joy (smirking): Spare me. I hated your take.

[orbitblitz]

Yesterday, I noticed a small statue of a frog with fairy lights draped around it before going to work.

Busy day, lots of people go to Subway after voting, apparently. Couple people in MAGA hats I didn't make eye contact with, but still spoke politely to, as that was my job.

After trudging over to my mom's car, she looked at me, excited.

"Did you see Grandma?"

I looked over at her, puzzled.

"N-No?"

"What? How could you not see her?? I put lights around her and everything!"

I kind of laughed as I realized she was talking about the frog, which apparently had been sitting on the box with my grandma's ashes inside.

"For good luck," she said, laughing. "I told (my sister), and she said 'Put a frog on it!' I was telling (my aunt) about it and she couldn't stop laughing!"

We were both nervous about the election, but there was an air of "It'll be okay." Of confidence that it would never happen again.

Eight years ago, my mom and I lived in a trailer, as she could no longer afford the house we lived in. I was in high school, in the midst of the worst time period of my life, when I was awoken earlier than usual by my mom, who shakily told me, "She didn't win."

I couldn't fall back asleep. Through the rest of the day it sunk in, until I felt like throwing up. I looked at my fellow classmates, and I knew who some of them voted for, and who didn't vote at all.

Today, when my dog wanted to go outside at 6am, I asked my mom if she could take her, as usual. But then I saw her face, and the way she shuffled around, like her mind was somewhere else, I knew. I still asked. The answer was the same; "She didn't win."

Slowly, as I made my way back to bed and settled in, it all sunk in. I know more about the political landscape now, I know just how bad it can be and could get. I felt like throwing up.

Climate change. Abortion rights. Trans rights. Palestine, god, Palestine.

Project 2025.

What would get me first? An environmental apocalypse? Or our country's nosedive into fascism? Sure as hell won't be myself.

My nephew, my baby sister, god they have to grow up in this. More than anything I'm worried for them.

Now, I'm back in my living room, and the frog's still here. Grandma's still here. Last night, in the car, we were talking about the election, and a song popped up on Pandora. A Christmas song: "Be Not Afraid". My mom chuckled and said, "You know what, I'm going to take that as a sign!"

I wonder if it actually was; or if it was a cruel taunt from the universe. Or maybe, it was a message. Don't worry; it'll all work out.

Fuck I hope so.

But I also know that we as people like to think what we want to think, and fill in our gaps of knowledge in with our imagination. And what may be seen as a sign to some, may instead just be an unfortunate coincidence.

How contrary it is, though, to one day be thinking of lucky frogs and hidden messages in song titles, and the next to greet cold reality with an arguably more powerful sentiment.

I walked into the kitchen and read the note my mom left me before going to work:

-Check to see if prescription is ready

-Eat clementines

-Fuck it

[caxycreations]

I think I'm going to have to move back to Arkansas.

I fought tooth and claw to get out of there.

Took every ounce of charity I could get, begged and pleaded for help, struggled and bled and sweat and cried to break free.

And it looks like I might have to go back.

Our lease ends in a few months, and I have no idea what happens after that. My roommates both want to move. One wants to move closer to her family in another state, the other wants to move in with his boyfriend, who wants to move to the city near our current house.

I wouldn't be able to live with those two, there's too much sensitivity and discomfort there. I would be bad for their living situation. I'd be poison.

I couldn't live with one without the other. Our habits clash, we're not compatible as roommates, and it only works out because our other roommate is there to mediate and help us collaborate.

I can't get a job, I've been trying since I moved in here in January. I can't do it.

I can't earn enough money doing what I want in life. The only people who bother paying me for my art or anything else are a very small handful of close friends, and it's not enough to live off of.

Which means I can't live alone, I can't afford it.

And if I can't live with either of my roommates when they go to their respective places...

And I can't live by myself again because of a total lack of ability to make reliable, livable income...

I have no choice but to go back to Arkansas, don't I?

Back to Mom's, her sunroom, with the broken door and the winter cold and summer heat with no insulation, the constant harassment by anyone and everyone, being made to let everyone use my room as a hallway anytime anything happens, being reprimanded at every turn for trying to be my own person...

Or to Dad's, with the roaches and the mosquitos and fleas, the dirt and dust and grime and filth, the mountains of old clothes nobody will ever wear again, and junk tools long since forgotten, being lectured on every little thing, listening to rants about mom being awful, listening to shouting and yelling every time my little brother visits him...

...I don't win.

I can't win.

I never, ever...win.

I lost, living with them growing up.

I lost, moving in with a girlfriend that didn't love me.

I lost, proposing to her knowing she didn't love me.

I lost, moving into my own apartment after she kicked me out.

I lost, moving out to save cash by living with Dad to avoid bills.

I lost, moving in with Mom to avoid Dad.

I lost, moving in with my friend.

I lost moving in with my boyfriend.

I lost moving back in with Dad.

I lost moving back in with Mom.

And now I've lost moving in here.

...And I'll lose again, moving back to Arkansas.

Keep losing.

Stay losing.

...I'm not allowed to settle into a physical home.

I'm not allowed to know the security of four walls I won't have to leave.

But I'm not allowed to travel or use that impermanence to my advantage.

I'm not allowed physical comforts. Why should I be?

I gave up my right to that when I was a teenager.

[annab-nana]

hello, anna! i love your sleepovers so much, i honestly might need to do my own like yours 🥺 but for my first request, can i do list C, jj maybank (my beloved) with the prompts 2, 4, 10, 12 please?

- 🕯

hi babe! omg you so should!! these sleepovers and blurb nights are my favorite things to do! and of course you can :)

warnings: not proofread, pregnant!reader, rough pregnancy, jj being the best partner ever

❀ masterlist ❀

from the outside looking in, you probably didn't look the most excited to become a mom. that couldn't be farther from the truth. you were extremely happy to be able to have your own child, but man was this pregnancy killing you. you felt sick and tired all the time. your hormones were all over the place. you had aches and pains in your hips and back and your boobs were super sore. you had to pee constantly. the list went on.

though you did feel like hell, you couldn't be more grateful for jj. he was there with you through it all and did his best to make sure you felt as comfortable as you could feel given the circumstances.

he laid with you now, your head on his chest and his hand rubbing up and down your back as the smell of your favorite dinner still filled your house after you ate. he had made you some tea to try and help with your nausea as well. he was always there and patient and sweet.

"jj," you called before moving your head to face him better. you weren't meaning to get emotional, but the tears filled your eyes quicker than you could comprehend.

"hey," he whispered softly, "what's wrong, baby?"

"nothing. i just was gonna say that i love you, but," you paused to sniffle, "these stupid baby hormones are making me cry at everything." you moved to hide your face in the crook of his neck while he felt his heart squeeze. he hated that he couldn't help you with everything because if he could, he would.

"oh, sweetheart," he cooed as he moved his head to press a kiss to your temple, "i love you too baby so much."

a moment of silence passed as you calmed yourself before jj spoke up again. "are you ready to head to bed, sweet thing?"

you chucked into his skin—a reaction he adored much more than your tears—and nodded your head. you regretted it as soon as you got up though because that pain in your hips came back. jj knew what was wrong by the way your hands held the pained area.

"can i carry you to bed?" he asked it in that way because he knew that if he asked if you wanted him to, you'd say no, but if he said it like he wanted to with your approval, you were more likely to say yes which you did.

once you were both settled in bed, jj wrapped his arms around you once more. you pressed a kiss to his jaw and said, "you know how much i appreciate you, right?"

"yeah, i just-" he sighed, "i kinda feel bad. i wasn't the best at checking the dates on the condoms we used and i didn’t realize they’d expired. i feel like it's my fault you're in pain and suffering all the time."

"jj, no. was this planned? not at all, but i think it happened for a reason. and yeah, this isn't the most fun right now, but a little bit of bad is going to lead to a lifetime of good. all of this won't matter once we hold him."

"her," jj corrected, adamant you were carrying a girl while you felt the exact opposite.

"that part is debatable, but whatever they are, we will love them with all our hearts and all of this will be in the past," you told him honestly before a smirk pulled at your lips, "but they are definitely your kid."

"why's that?" the blond played along, curious to your reasoning.

"because you both are a pain in the ass."

remember to support writers & reblog :)

turn on notifications for @annab-library to be notified when i post something new!

[furcoveredinblood]

( I promise This is my last ask💀) but I’ll post the little ( 5000 word hahaha kill me) story tomorrow, I’m rlly excited!

Anyways, you’re wonderful and just incredible, thank you so much for all the motivation you give me and whatnot, thank you 😊

just seeing this now and i want you to know just how much this means to me. i know you're probably thinking "oh it's just a fanfic it's not THAT important" but a couple hours ago i got news that my parents' house was robbed while my mother was home and she ended up being shot near the neck. she is in the hospital currently undergoing emergency surgery since the bleeding is pretty bad and i'm back in new york with my partner so we can see my mom once she's out of surgery. my mom is not very old and has a long life ahead of her, so seeing her this close to death so abruptly was something i definitely wasn't prepared for. but i don't want this post to just be me venting all this.

i wanna show how a little really does go a long way. my life has been extremely hectic these past few months and with my mother now in critical condition, i'm utterly overwhelmed and drained. when i saw your ask earlier today, anon, i was smiling like an idiot for a good hour. fast forward 2 more hours and i'm on my way to new york crying my eyes out and praying to allah that my mother will be okay. and now, after things have started to settle down, i see this: someone whose writing never fails to make my day surprising me with a fanfiction they wrote for me that's over 5k words long when the only real interactions we've had are through comments on ao3. something that doesn't affect the real world at all, so small and subtle, right now has me in tears because something small like this was something i really needed after the amount of turbulence i've been through for some time.

i know people probably won't care that i'm making something like this such a big deal but i just wanna show how small, random acts of kindness like this really do leaves an impact. it might not leave an impact on everyone in the world, but it'll leave an impact on at least one person, and that i think is enough to make that act of kindness worth it.

[abbatoirablaze]

How To Get Away With Murder, Chapter 2

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: taboo thoughts

After I told her that Annalise and Sam were going to let Frank live with us she got nervous.  Two days into my visit with Eve, mom called me saying that they were going to decide what to do with Frank now that there was a very real probability that he was going to get out.  They needed the day to deliberate. 

The next morning, she called me and told me that the parole board agreed to the terms and conditions as well as Frank being employed by her.  They requested that they have a 72 hour hold on him while they did an inspection of the house and got all the paperwork together. 

Eve was really nervous those last three days.  We went to the zoo, and she took me shopping for a new look, since I was 'maturing.'  But really, I could feel a new tension between us with every bag we acquired.

"I want to talk with you about something,” she said slowly as I looked at the racks of handbags, “is that okay?”

“Of course, mom…what is it?”

“This boy that your mom and dad are taking in…do you think this boy is attractive?" She asked, gently, not making eye contact with me while we were looking at handbags and shoes. 

I looked at her with wide eyes, “What are you talking about, mom?”

"You do think he's attractive, don't you?"

"No!"I said guiltily.  I felt my body temperature spike as my cheeks heated up.

"Cheyanne Evelyn Harkness," she said in her best mom voice, “tell me the truth right now, or I’ll tell your mother, and you know she’ll dig into it like a dog with a bone.”

"I mean," I said avoiding her stare, "he isn't bad looking.  But he's 20 years old mom.  He’s older than me and that violates so many statutes."

"Tell me about him."

"I don't know what to tell you," I shrugged, making my way to a pair of heels, "he's got shaggy brown hair and he's got crystal clear blue eyes.  He's tall?"

"Is that why you were looking up a specific inmate number this whole week on the computer?"  she playfully laughed.

My eyes widened.  I had forgotten to clear up the history on my laptop and she’d ‘borrowed’ it the other day, “mom…that’s an invasion of privacy!  I can’t believe that you were snooping through my laptop.”

"It’s not an invasion of privacy if you’re my fifteen year old daughter,” she laughed, “oh hey…look at that, you are!”

“Mom!” I groaned.

“No, hey, it's fine, I mean he's cute," she said following me, "I looked into a few other files, and the boy has a great body too.  Tall and muscular.  Doesn’t look like he reads much…but to each their own."

"Mom!" I said in a loud embarrassed tone.  She laughed.

"Don't worry, I won't tell your parents," she laughed.  Then her eyes bared down on my soul and her face was serious, "But in a serious note, as one of your parents, you are too young for him young lady. "

"Oh my god, mom.  Can we not talk about this?"

“Okay fine," she laughed, "I'm going to play the devil's advocate and do what you asked me about last month.  We are going to do a makeover.  But this isn’t to impress that boy.  It’s because you mentioned you wanted that for your birthday!”   After we got out of the salon, and I'd gotten my make up and new wardrobe, we headed back to the apartment, "Our plane leaves in two hours."

"Our plane?"

"Yeah, I'm coming back with you.  I talked to Annalise about it last night.  She asked me to help out with a case."

The following morning, Sam picked me and Eve up at the airport.  Mom was at the holding center signing the final paperwork to get Frank released.  He drove us home and we settled in. "So Sam, did Cheyanne tell you about her makeover?"

"Makeover?" he laughed, sounding amused as he looked in the backseat to me when we hit a red light, “and here I was thinking she just blossomed away from Annalise and I!”

I smiled and nodded politely.  But internally I cringed.  There was part of me that felt awkward under his gaze.  Like there was something more going on in his head.  Eve handed me the bag that had my make up and the suitcase that had my new wardrobe, “mhmm.”

“Go ahead, tell him!” she encouraged.

I sighed, "Mom thinks that if I'm following in her and mom’s footsteps, I need to look the part.  She bought me dresses, skirts, blouses, and heels.  And make up." 

“It’s all very professional looking, Sam.  I promise!”

"You don't think that's a little grown up?" He asked Eve, eyeing her momentarily, “I mean…we live on a college campus.” 

"Come on Sam, she's 15."

"I'm heading into my junior year.  Mom and mommy promised I could start dressing more mature when I got to my junior year.  I'm going to be taking SATS and doing early applications, dad.  And mom always says dress for the position in life you want.  Well, I want to be like her and mom."

"You're in your junior year of high school because you skipped the sixth grade.  Kiddo, I'm sure your moms weren't thinking when they agreed to that."

"Can I at least show you dad?  I'm really proud of it?"

There was another moment where he sighed as we pulled into the driveway.  Our eyes met, and I regretted calling him dad, but I knew that it had gotten to him. 

"Fine," he sighed, "But no dating."

"Deal!" I grinned, getting out of the car and running towards the house with my suitcases and bags before he could argue it.  I hurried up to my room with my suitcases and started deciding on what I wanted to wear. 

Frank's POV

"I can't thank you and Mr. Keating enough," I said swiftly.  Annalise gave a warm smile as she continued to drive to the house, I'd soon be calling home, “this-this is more than I thought I could possibly expect coming out of the center.”

“It will be a different environment, Frank…but we’ll help you get adjusted to it the best that we can.  So your workload will be lighter until you settle in.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Keating!”

"Your welcome, Frank,” she smiled politely, “and so you know, me and Sam will go over the ground rules later tonight after our daughter is settled in."

"Daughter?"

"Yes.  Her name is Cheyanne.  She's starting her junior year this fall semester.  She just got back with her other mother from New York today.  Sam told me they got home about an hour ago."

"Other mother?"

"Yes," she replied shortly, "Eve is her other mother.  Back when she and I were a couple, we decided that we wanted to have a child."

"Oh," I responded, “that sounds…tricky.”

Fuck.  They had a daughter.  A junior in college at that. 

"It was, “she said shortly, “Anyways, back to the rules.  No women.  No drinking, and twice a week you are going to have therapy sessions with Sam.   I've printed out copies of mine and Sam's work schedules.  You are my assistant first, so schedule your appointments with him after our work is finished.  Understood?" 

I nodded and we pulled into what looked like a mansion right at the edge of campus, "This your place?"

"Not so vanilla now, is it?" Annalise laughed as we got out of the car.  We walked into the entryway and into the house.  To the left was a living room and an office with sliding doors.  Dead ahead was a staircase.  Past it was the dining room and to the right was the kitchen.  Mr. Keating and a gorgeous woman were sitting at the island. 

"Eve," Sam said, standing up and gesturing from her to me, "This is the young man from the center, Frank."

I gave a smile and shook her hand, and then Sam's as he welcomed me to the house.

"Annalise, did you know that Eve took our daughter out and gave her a brand-new wardrobe, and makeover?"

"Yes," Annalise laughed, reaching into the fridge and pulling out a container of juice, "Didn't I show you the pictures?"

"Mom?" a voice asked. 

"Kitchen, honey."

I heard the clicking of heels before I saw an angel enter the kitchen.  She couldn't have been more than 5'6" even with the heels on, but she definitely had the confidence of her mothers.  Her green eyes bore into me, and her smile made me feel like a statue.  I could feel my heart go into overtime.

"Frank," she smiled, pulling me into a hug.  I didn't know how to react, so I just stood still as this petite woman hugged me.  The scent of honey and jasmine wrapped around me, and I felt my throat going dry.  It was over all too soon as she pulled away and went to hug her mom, "It's so good to be home.  I missed you and dad so much." 

Annalise kissed her daughter on the cheek and returned the hug, then offered her some juice.  Sam stared at his daughter in shock. 

"Well you look very...."

"Nice," Eve said, finishing Sam's thought process, “Right Sam?”

"Thank you." she smiled. 

Annalise pulled out the bar stool next to her daughter and offered it to me.   I took it, and the glass of juice she poured for me as well.

After a few minutes of silence, Sam turned to me, "Can I talk to Annalise and Eve for a second." 

 Cheyanne stood up, "Do you want me to give Frank a tour of the house while you guys talk?"

Sam nodded, "Yes, thank you sweetie!"

Cheyanne smiled and got up.  I followed her.  As she walked my eyes went from her clicking heels, up her slender legs, and followed the curves of her body that the dress perfectly outlined. The cream colored dress contrasted against her light, brown skin perfectly.  I followed that up to her perky breasts and a strong jaw. 

I was off in my own world, staring at her, watching her hips sway that I didn't notice when she stopped, and turned around, "And that's the house."

"Huh?"

"Were you paying attention at all?" She asked, raising a brow? 

That's when I really looked at her face.  Bright hazel, almost green eyes and full lips questioned me, as a curl fell away from her pulled back hair.  I reached forward and brushed it out of her face. 

"I uhm...I said this is your room." she said.  I nodded and my hand rested on her cheek.  I could see that her breathing got deeper and I felt my pride swelling as I leaned in.  Her eyes fluttered closed, and I gently pressed our lips together.  Our lips worked in tandem momentarily before she pulled away, and she removed the hand that had been resting on her cheek.  Her hands felt so tiny as they gave my own back to me. 

"I'm sorry," I whispered, “I-“

"You seem like a sweet guy," she said, reaching over to stroke my cheek while she cut me off.  I couldn't help but lean into it.  She reached forward and lightly pressed her lips to my other cheek, "But I'm too young for you."

I cocked my head to the side, "What  You’re a junior…aren’t you?"

"In high school,” she nodded sadly, “I-I'm fifteen, Frank." 

I took a few steps back and sat down on the plain bed and put a hand over my mouth.  She looked at me with sadness and walked across the hall, closing her own bedroom door.

Oh shit.

Chapter 3

[shaebertooth]

I want to go ahead and apologize now to anyone who is still waiting on a commission from me. I know of like two off the top of my head, but please keep in mind I do suffer from memory loss problems so I may need a reminder if you're unsure if I recall you or not.

My life this year had started off in a not-so-great way, and while it's no excuse, it has greatly affected my mental and physical health in ways I'm actually pretty afraid of, given my recent bout with a hospital stay and surgery.

My current home is owned by someone I thought was a friend of mine. He bought the house back in 2019 with the full intention of us moving in together: his sister, Cori, myself, and him of course. This was all great until his sister turned into an absolute nightmare of a roommate, moved out (and ran off to florida with some online friend) and left us high and dry.

So we found another roommate, and things were decent from there.. until towards the end of last year.

Main roommate in question took a trip to chicago to be with some friends, and ended up falling in love with the place, and planned to move there eventually - okay, not so bad, we were all okay with this, we knew it was happening.

Then my surgery happened. Along with being unable to work until January 1st when I was finally cleared, and now trying to scramble to find a job, and throwing out anywhere between 5-10 applications a day. In the meantime it's fallen on my poor girlfriend to pay my portion of the bills, which I am eternally grateful for, but also dreading and ashamed of. I owe her the fucking world.

All of a sudden, my roommate has put his foot down saying he's selling the house by the end of March. April is as long as he's giving us to figure out things out and find a place to go. girlfriend's mom's apartment is way too small, and doesn't allow for the 3 cats we have, and my mom sold her house shortly after we moved into the new house, and lives in a senior apartment complex. Neither places are places we can go to.

When we tried to plead our case, stating to him that my bank needs *60 days* of work history to help me with a house loan.. he simply shrugged his shoulders and walked out. In his exact words on discord, he stated "As the owner of the property this is my decision and it is non-negotiable." AKA he doesn't care what happens to us, he's dead-set on going to chicago, with those rose-tinted glasses glued to his face. This was what he sent to us yesterday. Saturday the 14th.

Needless to say.. my emotional state is a wreck. I'm worried I won't find a job in time, worried we'll have to move way far away from where we've settled, flip everything around to start somewhere else.. and before anyone tries to suggest apartment hunting: we can't. My girlfriend is self-employed making iron-on patches, which involves a LOT of noise running constantly. Embroidery machines and sewing machines all times of the night/day.

We would either need to specifically be placed in a corner lot where we can't disturb anyone, or luck out and have some deaf neighbors. It would also need to accept 3 cats, as these cats are *not* going anywhere else but with us.

I'm so fucking stressed to the point of headaches, and my body thinking it's time for my monthly flow.. all month long. It's scaring me that all of this is happening, and I'm dreading another hospital stay, especially because my surgery site still bleeds from time to time.

So, I apologize if I've been slow with activity or you're waiting on something from me. My life is being quite literally ripped out from under my feet, and there's not much I can really do about it except to pray for a job and grind myself into dust trying to make a living. In this fuckin american economy.

I wish I could get a fucking break.