#Mr. Fell’s boy toy who drives a cool car

[here-comes-the-moose]

Soho residents about Aziraphale: He’s everything.

Soho residents about Crowley: He’s just Ken.

[thecrazywriter7182006]

The journey of Batman (Also on my A03) chapters 1-3

Chapter 1

Bruce was looking at the batcomputer about the orphaned Dick Grayson…

”Master Bruce what are you looking at” Bruce turned around looked at Alfred “When I went on my date a couple days ago…a family who was involved in the circus…the parents died and their son was left orphaned” Alfred looked sad “That poor boy…seeing his parents die” Bruce nodded knowing the damage that could cause.

”Master Bruce are you think of adopting the boy?” Bruce looked shocked “What…no I” Alfred cut him off “I help raised you…I know your face when you are determined to do something” Bruce looked down “Money won’t be a problem but we must get things ready for the boy…a room, school, hiding this” Bruce nodded “I know Alfred…I’m going to get everything started”

Bruce worked on getting the room ready and he had everything he thought the boy would like, Alfred smiled watching Bruce do this…Bruce hadn’t shown a lot of emotions since his parents but this had made him come back to his emotions that Alfred missed…maybe being a dad could be a good thing for Bruce.

Bruce was nervous at the adopting agency “Mr. Wayne…follow me” Bruce followed the woman into her office “You wish the adopt Richard Grayson…do you know what had happened to the boy” Bruce nodded “I was there when his parents passed” the woman nodded “Being a parent to a child like Richard will need a lot of attention…no more partying”

Bruce nodded “I know…I want to take care of him” the woman nodded “Well something must be done first like a wellness check to make sure your household is appropriate for a child, paperwork, and meeting the boy” Bruce looked slightly excited and nervous to meet the boy “I can arrange for you to meet the boy now, if you wish” Bruce nodded.

After an hour, the woman brought Bruce to Richard “Richard we have a visitor for you” Richard looked at him “W-who are you” Bruce smiled and walked over and sat down “I’m Bruce Wayne…it’s nice to meet you” Richard looked at Bruce’s hand that he had out to shake and Richard reluctantly shook his hand “What..do you want” Bruce smiled “I wanted to see how you were doing I was there that night” Richard looked upset at the mention of the night and Bruce hugged the boy “I’m sorry..it’s going to be okay”

The woman watched how Bruce was with Richard and smiled.

“Be on the look out for the wellness check” Bruce nodded and left…slightly happier than he had been since his parents died.

Chapter 2

The wellness check had went well and everything else was perfect so now, Bruce had legally adopted Richard.

Bruce was driving home with Richard “So Richard…I’ve got a room set up for you” Richard looked at him and nodded “I will have to get you enrolled at an elementary school” Richard nodded “You hungry?”

Richard shook his head, Bruce nodded and just drove home.

Bruce walked Richard in “Ah Master Bruce, welcome back and…this must be the new young master” Bruce nodded “What’s your name little one” Richard looked at Alfred “Richard but I prefer Dick” Alfred nodded “Young Master Dick, welcome” Bruce smiled and showed Dick to his room.

“Here you are Dick” Dick looked shocked “You called me Dick” Bruce nodded “You told Alfred you preferred being called Dick and I want to make you happy” Dick nodded slowly.

During the night, Bruce heard Dick screaming and he rushed into his room and saw him tossing and turning on his bed screaming.

Bruce grabbed Dick and woke him up and Dick just cried and Bruce held him “Shh…it’s going to be okay” Dick just cried in Bruce’s arms “I’m here…your not alone” eventually after a while Bruce and Dick fell asleep together.

Chapter 3

Bruce looked at Dick as he played with his food only eating some food…Bruce was worried for his new son…son he liked the sound of that.

Bruce had gotten back from school and saw Dick playing with toys “Hey Dick” Dick just waved at Bruce.

“I liked the toy cars growing up” Dick nodded “There cool” Bruce nodded “Yeah they are”

Dick just played as Bruce watched smiling, Alfred watched from a far…he was happy Bruce had found something that brought joy to his life.

Bruce was still doing his Batman thing fighting criminals but he hated leaving Dick…was this what all parents felt he knew everyone that had a kid said that being away hurt but….like this…it was almost too much for him.

Eventually Bruce decided to give Dick an allowance “Dick come here please” Dick walked over looked at Bruce “Y-yes” Bruce handed Dick 800 dollars “Here’s your allowance” Dick’s eyes widen “800 dollars?”

Bruce looked worried “I knew it wasn’t enough, I’m sorry” Dick shook his head “No thsi is just a lot…thank you” Bruce sighed and smiled “Your welcome”

Bruce took Dick to the mail so he could spend his allowance and as they were shopping, paparazzi ran up to Bruce and started taking photos of him and Dick and Bruce hid Dick.

“Bruce who is that?” A reporter asked and Bruce looked at her “A minor that’s who and if you have a pictures of him and you post them, I will buy your agency and fire you now leave us alone” The reporters backed away scared as they had never seen Bruce like that before.

As they continued to shop, Dick looked at Bruce “Who were those people” Bruce sighed “Vultures that’s who, don’t worry I won’t let them bother you okay” Dick nodded.

Late at night, Bruce was on the phone with his PR manger “No! I don’t care that I’m famous I don’t want my son blastered all over the Gotham times and other news stations! If one photo is posted with Richard in it, but the entire company immediately” the PR manger just agreed.

“Everything alright Master Bruce” Bruce looked at Alfred “Yeah just some paparazzi took photos of me and Dick and I don’t want him to go through what I did..growing up in the spot light isn’t the best” Bruce looked at a scar he had on his wrist.

“I won’t let Dick go through that, no matter what he won’t go through that shit”

[reidgraygubler]

skater boy (spencer reid)

Title: skater boy

Request: no

Pairing: dad!spencer reid/child!fem!reader

Category: fluff

Content Warning: not much tbh, mentions of the following: broken bones; getting broken bones, possible hospital visits

Word Count: 3,453

Summary: Spencer wants to spend more time with his daughter. So she teaches him how to skateboard

A/N: im back with another dad!spencer one-shot. We don’t need to address where all these dad! one shots are coming from. im just realizing that this is my favorite trope and this makes me very soft. And it made me very happy to write. thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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Spencer’s daughter had always been a dare-devil. Ever since she began walking, she would show-off. She would always give her parents heart attacks when she would show them a new trick she learned at school. Spencer vowed from the day she was born that he’d protect her like his life depended on it. But he didn’t know just how hard that would be.

While Spencer’s partner was gone on a business trip, he had to take on both parental roles. Usually it was no problem, he would get the help of the other members of the BAU team when he got stuck. But on the weekends, he was left on his own. He had no problem with that. His daughter was old enough to have her own forms of entertainment.

The list of hobbies she had was ever growing. Drawing was probably the safest one she had, but in her eyes it was the most boring. It was, however, Spencer’s favorite because he could keep an easy eye on her while he worked or made lunch/supper.

His daughter’s favorite hobby was skateboarding. Although she wasn’t very good at it, she loved the feeling of danger and risk it had. The majority of her friends at school also liked to skateboard. After all, she did pick it up from one of them. It didn’t take much convincing for her to jump on a skateboard.

When Spencer found out about his daughter’s new hobby, concern instantly took over. Concern for her wellbeing, her safety, and health. Skateboarding could be very dangerous if not wearing the correct protective gear. He didn’t want to take away his daughter’s new joy. But he also didn’t want her to get injured.

The day she came home with her friend’s old skateboard was very memorable for both her and Spencer. But for different reasons. His daughter was excited about her new hobby, and being able to show off cool tricks she was learning. As for Spencer…

She was in the middle of showing him a trick that a friend taught her. She was very confident in what she was doing, and told her father she could do it and that he just needed to stand off to the side. That was until she fell off the board and landed hard on the ground. Thankfully she didn’t hit her head, but the only reason for that was because she caught herself on her hand and broke her wrist.

This hobby was picked up only 3 months ago. Her wrist was still in it’s cast, though her determination to ride her skateboard never went away. Even though she knew her father was scarred for her safety, he didn’t stop her from riding. In fact, he got her the proper safety gear and a new skateboard. Of course Spencer only did that after he talked to the team, and got advice from them.

“Dad! Uncle Rossi’s here!” the teen shouted from the front door. David Rossi looked down at the girl, and the skateboard in hand. “I think he’s in his office.”

“I’ll head that way. Then the kitchen,” David nodded before entering the home more. Spencer’s daughter pulled the door shut before sprinting down the front yard to the sidewalk. She placed her skateboard on the ground before getting on and riding up and down the street.

Inside the Reid household, David was with Spencer. The father and daughter had decided to invite the team over for dinner since it was just the two of them, and it was the weekend. David was talking about the most recent case while Spencer read over some essays he needed to grade.

“Has she asked you to ride that thing yet?” David asked as he looked out the window. Spencer’s daughter was talking to one of the neighbor boys.

“Oh, uh, not yet, no. It’ll be the death of me the day she does ask,” Spencer laughed as he looked out the window. Spencer breathed out a laugh as he watched his daughter do a kickflip, landing it perfectly before looking back at the boys. Her hand was sticking out and a smirk grew across her lips. “I told her not to place bets.”

“Like father, like daughter?” David raised an eyebrow as he looked at Spencer.

“The least she could do is place bets with adults, not the kids next door.” Spencer looked back at David as he stood and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Would you ever ride that death trap?”

“Who says I haven’t already?”

“Of all the people I've asked, why do you surprise me the least?” Spencer laughed as he looked at his co-worker. David shrugged off the laugh and looked back at the young girl. The pair stayed silent as they watched the girl continue to show off to the boys.

A green mini van pulled to a stop across the street from the Reid’s house. Spencer’s daughter stopped skateboarding and looked at the van, watching 4 kids tumble out.

“Looks like the Simmons’ are here,” David spoke as he looked back at Spencer.

“It would appear that way. I’ll show you to the grill?” Spencer asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at David. David nodded before gesturing towards the door to his office.

“Lead the way.”

Back outside, Spencer’s daughter was talking to Matt’s sons as they stared at her skateboard. Matt and Kristy exited the car and quickly pulled out the baby carrier holding Rosemary. The girl was quick to go up to see the baby, a smile growing on her lips.

“Hey there, Chickadee. How’s it going?” Matt asked as he raised a hand for a high five.

“It’s going,” she replied, giving him the high five before peering into the carrier.

“When’s the cast coming off?” Matt asked as he looked at the girl. She looked down at the aqua blue cast and shrugged.

“Soon I think. I can’t wait because dad’s being such a drill sergeant about it," she shrugged again before dropping her skateboard to the ground.

“He’s just trying to protect you, Chickadee,” Matt smiled as he watched her place her foot on the skateboard. “Just be careful.”

“I’m always careful, Mr. Simmons.” She looked up at him with a smile.

“It’s Matt…” he laughed and watched as she rode away. Kristy looked at Matt then watched as the younger Reid fell off her skateboard and into the grassy yard.

“Looks like she’s always careful,” Kristy laughed as she lifted up the baby carrier. Matt looked over at the girl lying on the grass and laughed.

“Well, you better wish she doesn’t start teaching our kids how to skateboard,” Matt replied with a laugh.

Over the next 30 minutes, the rest of the BAU family arrived at the Reid household. JJ brought her kids and Will to keep Spencer’s daughter more company. Once everyone arrived, David started cooking the food while everyone sat and talked, or played in the drive-way.

“Why don’t you give it a go, Spence?” JJ asked as she watched Spencer’s daughter zoom past the house. Spencer looked over at JJ and shook his head.

“Yeah, I’d pay to see that happen,” Luke chuckled as the girl rode past them again. She came to a screeching halt and looked at Luke.

“You’d pay to see dad skateboard?” She picked up her skateboard and held it by the wheels. Luke smiled as he looked over at Spencer. “How much are you talking? Because, I’d love to get money to see my dad skateboard.”

“Peanut,” Spencer spoke up as the girl kept talking about money and bets, and trying to get her father to ride her skateboard.

“Yeah, Dad?” she looked back at her father once she was done babbling about getting him to skateboard.

“Go play," he nodded towards Matt’s children as they were playing with her toys.

“B-but,” she stumbled over her words as she pointed towards Luke.

“Go play.” Spencer repeated, that time a little slower. His daughter let out a sigh before placing her skateboard back on the ground and skating away.

“You sure you don’t want to try, Reid?” Emily smiled as she looked back at her friend.

“No, no. I’ll leave the skateboarding and dare-devil activities to her,” Spencer laughed before taking a sip of his water. JJ raised an eyebrow before looking over at the kids. Her eldest son was talking to Spencer’s daughter, asking her if he could ride the skateboard.

“She’d probably love it if you did,” JJ looked back at Spencer.

“Not for $100 will I ride that death trap,” Spencer declared before taking a sip of his water.

“What about $150?” David asked before sipping his drink. Spencer nearly spat his water everywhere as he looked over at David.

“If you say that loud enough she’ll hear you… And then I’ll never hear the end of it,” he pleaded as he looked back at his daughter, who was helping Henry on the skateboard.

“Maybe we should say it louder,” Luke chuckled as he looked over at the girl.

“You go ride it then,” Spencer nodded at Luke then at the children and skateboard. Luke looked back at Spencer and the rest of the team before standing up. “Oh, I didn’t mean it.”

“Shouldn’t have said it then.” Luke smirked as he walked past Spencer and towards the group of kids.

Everyone watched in silence as Luke approached Spencer’s daughter. She cocked her hip and looked up at the man that stood in front of her. An evil smile grew across her lips as she undid the helmet on her head and held it up to Luke.

“Dad says you have to wear it if you’re going to ride the skateboard,” she explained as she kept the helmet between their bodies. Luke looked down at the girl, watching as she guarded the skateboard with her life.

“Fine, I’ll wear the helmet-”

“And the knee pads.” She smirked.

“And the knee pads.”

“And the wrist splints,” she quickly added as her smirk grew evil.

“I’ll wear the helmet,” he grumbled as he put the helmet on his head and clipped it on. The young girl smiled as she handed him the skateboard.

“Okay, well, don’t come cryin’ to me when dad tells you should’ve worn the knee pads and the wrist splints.” she stated a matter of faculty as he placed the skateboard down. Luke playfully glared at the girl before getting on the board. “Do you even know how to ride a skateboard, Uncle Luke?” “I was skateboarding before you were even born, Twerp.” Luke glared at the girl before taking off, only to fall off and into the yard beside him. The girl smiled before walking over to him, a smirk growing on her lips.

“You sure about that, Twerp?” she looked down at him. Luke sat up and looked at the girl. “Good thing you wore the helmet.”

“Yeah, yeah good thing I wore the helmet,” Luke rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up. The girl grabbed her skateboard and looked back at Luke. “When you teach your dad how to skateboard, make sure you get it on video.”

“Obviously,” she stated with a laugh. “That’ll get a bunch of views.”

“You’re terrible. You know that? Does your dad know you’re this mean?” Luke raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the young girl. He wondered how a man with book smart knowledge like Spencer Reid had such a street smart daughter. They were total opposites. Luke just blamed it on her other parent. And all of her unofficial aunt and uncles were cooler.

“Food’s done!” David shouted before the girl could answer. She looked up at Luke with a smirk.

“I’ll let you play with it while I eat. Since you’re still wearing the helmet and all. I’ll leave my knee pads and wrist splints on here for you.” She smiled as she pulled the gear off and placed it on the ground. The girl smiled at Luke one last time before skipping off to get dinner.

{***}{***}{***}

The following day, Spencer went to the store, and returned, before his daughter even woke up. He bought himself a skateboard, a new helmet, and all the correct paddings and splints he knew he would need. If he was going to let his daughter teach him how to skateboard, he was going to need the proper protection. He wasn’t going to risk any sort of injury. And, if nothing worked out for him in the end, at least his daughter would have a brand new skateboard.

Spencer waited until his daughter woke up before he started messing with something out of his comfort zone. He knew his daughter would be more than excited to teach him how to skateboard. It’s secretly all she wanted to do for the last 3 months. And if Spencer had to be honest, he wanted it too. Just a little bit.

Spencer could hear the sounds of feet hitting the hardwood floor. He sat up and placed his book on the side table beside him. The footsteps went down the stairs, and then entered the living room.

“Oh! Mornin’, Dad!” the young girl smiled at Spencer. Spencer looked at her and nodded in her direction.

“Good morning, Peanut,” Spencer smiled before taking a sip of his coffee. His daughter looked at him with squinted eyes and cocked head.

“What’s going on?” she asked as she rested her fists on her hips. Spencer’s eyebrows inched up his forehead before he shrugged.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.” Spencer sat up more and looked at his daughter.

“But you’re… talking in that weird tone… And you definitely only do that when somethings up.” She lifted her hands from hips and crossed them over her chest.

The thought of her parents getting a divorce came across her mind. But she knew her parents loved each other too much for that to happen. She knew better than to think that either of her parents would be dying too. All she knew was something was definitely off.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Cross your heart?”

“Hope to die,” Spencer spoke as he lifted a hand to rest over his chest. “How about you go get breakfast and get ready for the day… Then I’ll tell you what’s going on, okay?”

“So something is happening! I knew it!” she shouted as she pointed at her father. “How am I supposed to eat and get ready for the day when I know that something is happening?!” she clapped her hands together. “Is it a good thing or bad thing?”

Spencer stared at his daughter for a moment, and then he realized she was definitely his. He was also getting a taste of his own medicine as she rapidly began shooting out her questions and thoughts or theories.

“Is Uncle Luke and Aunt Penelope finally getting married?”

“What? No! They’re not.”

“Aunt JJ having another baby?”

“Peanut, go eat and get ready. Then I’ll tell you. But I promise you that it’s a good thing. Okay?” Spencer asked as he tried to keep his tone calm and steady. The girl grumbled a little before walking away.

She tried being quick, wanting to know what Spencer was up to. It wasn’t like him to keep secrets from his daughter. He was up to something, and it was her job to figure it out.

Once she was finished getting ready for the day, and shoveling cereal into her mouth, she went back into the living room. There, she found Spencer, still sitting on the couch, reading a book. However the only thing that changed was that sitting on the coffee table was all the gear he had gotten this morning.

“No way! A new skateboard!?” she exclaimed as she ran to the coffee table and fell to her knees. She picked up the board and looked at it with wide eyes.

“Yes that would be a new board. But it’s not for you.”

“What? Who it for then?”

“Me.”

“You don’t even know how to skateboard.” She stood back up and looked at her dad. Spencer closed his book and placed it on the side table.

“Well, Peanut, I was hoping you could teach me how to skateboard.”

“You want me… To t-teach you how to skateboard?” she stared at him with wide eyes. She had to hold back her laughter as she started imagining Spencer on a skateboard and inevitably falling to the ground. Then she thought back to her conversation with Luke the night before. She wasn’t going to miss the chance of recording the epic fails of Spencer falling off the skateboard.

“Well you always seem so excited about it! I want to experience and understand why you get so excited. And, if anything, if I don’t do good, or I don’t like it, you can have my skateboard.”

“You mean it?!”

“If I didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t have said it, Peanut.” Spencer smiled as he watched his daughter pick up the new skateboard.

“Can we do it now? Please!”

“Did you do your chores?”

“I’ll do them after!” she exclaimed as she hugged the board to her chest. Spencer looked at her with a raised brow. “Promise!”

“Alright, alright. We can practice for an hour okay?” Spencer stood and grabbed the rest of the gear.

“Sweet! I’m gonna go grab my stuff!” She shoved the board into Spencer’s hands before running outside.

Spencer eventually met his daughter outside, on the driveway. She could sense his nervousness and terror as she helped him with his stance. “When you’re ready to move, just bring your foot to the ground and kick off. Then when you want to turn, just lean your body in the direction you want to turn,” she explained as she got on her own skateboard.

“That… that seems easy enough,” Spencer whispered, his voice trembling as he spoke. His daughter looked at him with a smile. She was trying to hold back her laughter when she realized that his hair was sticking out weirdly from under his helmet.

“It’s not that hard, Dad. I don’t know why you’re so scared about it.”

“Well for starters, Peanut, you did break your wrist while skateboarding.”

“Yeah, but… I could’ve broken my wrist by just falling. It’s fun! Come on! If you fall we can try again," she smiled as she started riding around him.

Spencer laughed nervously before kicking off and riding down the driveway. He was doing good, he thought. That was until he went over a rock, throwing him off the skateboard and on to the grass.

“Are you okay?” The girl asked as she walked up to him. He looked up at her and nodded.

“Yeah, just startled.”

Although they agreed on an hour, the father and daughter were outside for a lot longer. Spencer was determined to get it right on the first day. He thoroughly enjoyed the time he spent with his daughter. He could see that she was getting frustrated with his little mistakes, which would end in him falling, but she still remained calm and helped through it.

“Dad… I mean this in the nicest way possible… But you’re bad. You’re not even on the way to getting good... You’re just straight up bad.” She watched as Spencer fell off the skateboard and into the grass for what seemed like the 100th time. He looked up at her from his spot on the ground.

“Yeah, yeah I know,” Spencer sighed as he stood up, “I don’t think I’m built for skateboarding.” He picked up the skateboard and looked down at it. “I might just leave the skateboarding to you, Peanut.”

The girl looked up at him with wide eyes as he offered her the new, nicer skateboard. “You don’t want to keep trying?”

“I think for today I’ve had enough practice. We can do it again another day. But, in the meantime, you can use my skateboard.”

“Really?”

“Do your chores first then you can use it all you want.” Spencer smiled as he handed her the skateboard. She looked down at the new item in her hands with wide eyes. Her old skateboard was no longer a thought in her mind.

“Right! On it!” she exclaimed before running back into the house.

Once Spencer was sure his daughter was inside the house, behind closed doors, he flipped over her old skateboard and stepped on it before doing a successful kick flip and riding it up the driveway. He was just pretending to not know how to ride a skateboard.

After all it was just easy geometry and physics.

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[brain-deadx0]

Virgil's Betrayal

Part 3 of New Big Brother

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Summary: Remy meets Patton’s brother and kids and proceeds to get murdered. 

Warnings: Food mention, play fighting including nerf guns, manipulation but for good stuff, let me know

Remy was not nervous. 

 When dad guy had asked him a few days ago if he would be ok with going to the man’s brother’s house for lunch that weekend, Remy had said, “Sure.” He’d agreed to it. 

 So no. Remy wasn’t nervous. Even as they pulled up to the frankly huge house in a neighborhood of huge houses. 

 Definitely not nervous. 

 Virgil was practically vibrating in his seat. He’d been telling Remy all about his uncle and cousins, and what games they could play together the entire drive. 

 “Everybody ready?” Dad guy asked as he turned the car off. 

 “Yep!” Virgil told him as he quickly unbuckled himself. 

 Dad guy sent one of his questioning looks to Remy via the rear view mirror. Remy ignored it and climbed out of the car to follow Virgil who had already ran for the front door. 

 Dad guy joined them at the door as Virgil rang the bell. Remy wasn’t trying to hide behind them. They just ended up closer to the door. There was the sound of a lock being turned before someone inside the house hollered for them to come in. 

 As soon as they walked through the door there was the sound of footsteps running down the stairs. 

"Virgil! Uncle Patton!” A pair of voices yelled before two young boys were launching themselves off the stairs towards them. Dad guy yelped in alarm as he attempted to… catch them? 

 “Jan, your boys are going to give me a heart attack one of these days!” The man yelled through his subdued laughter from his place on the ground. 

 “And I’ll help them get rid of the body.” The voice from before called. A moment later a short man appeared from what Remy assumed was the kitchen. He looked a lot like dad guy save for the fact he was definitely older than the man. And the mild scarring on the left side of his face. 

 “Alright boys, that’s enough abunculicide.” The man told the kids who were laughing in dad guy’s arms. 

 “Aw…” The pair said before releasing him. 

 Dad guy smiled before standing up and ruffling their hair causing one grin and the other to balk and try to fix it. 

 “You must be Remy.” The man said, “My name’s Janus, it’s nice to finally meet you.” 

 “Nice to meet you, sir.” Remy told him. 

 Mr. Janus smiled, “You can call me Janus.” 

 Yeah that was not happening. 

 “The two terrors who ambushed you all are my sons Roman and Remus.” 

 “I’m Roman.” “And I’m Remus.” The two introduced with matching bows, “And together we’re-!” They spun in opposite directions before striking poses back to back, “-the creativitwins!”

 Remy couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the theatrics as dad guy clapped excitedly, “Oh that was so cute!” Dad guy told them. 

“No it wasn’t!” The pair told him pointedly, “It was cool.” Roman told him. 

 “Yeah!” Remus agreed. 

 “Well whatever it was, I loved it.” Dad guy told them. 

 “Lunch will be ready in about a half hour,” Mr. Janus told them, “So you can all make yourselves at home.” 

 “Can we go outside?” Remus asked. 

 “Yes, but-” before the man could finish both boys took off running. 

 “Come on Virge!” One of them called. 

 The next thing Remy knew he was being grabbed by the hand and pulled towards the back yard, “Come on Remy!” Virgil told him. 

 Guess he was going outside. 

 ~ 

 “-Don’t get too dirty.” Janus finished lamely as all the minors fled to the backyard, “Well I tried.” 

 Patton chuckled, “Probably should’ve started with that part.” 

 “How many sons did you want back alive?” He asked. 

 Patton laughed, “Come on, I’ll help make lunch. 

 ~ 

 Remy watched the younger kids from his seat on the porch steps. Roman suggested playing super hero’s and was met with agreements until he suggested Virgil be the villain. Which apparently happened a lot. 

 “Come on, Virgil.” Roman whined, “We need a bad guy!” 

 “But I always lose when I play the bad guy.” Virgil told them, “Why can’t you be the bad guy and we fight you?” 

 “Because me and Re are the heroes.” Roman said as if it were obvious. 

 “We could be bad guys.” Remus told him, “The bad guys are cooler anyway.” 

 “Noooo.” Roman told him, “We’re the creativitwins! We’re supposed to be the good guys!” 

 “But we’re always the good guys!” Remus replied. 

 “Remy!” Virgil called, “Tell them we wanna be the heroes!” 

 “How about…” 

 ~ 

 Patton jumped when the mostly silent backyard suddenly erupted in gleeful screams. 

 “Welcome to the world of raising multiple children.” Janus told him. 

 Patton smacked his arm lightly before going to peek at the yard. The three younger boys were running around the yard at top speed as Remy made a grab for whoever got closest to him. Patton smiled as Roman yelled for a retreat before all three kids ran for the treehouse. Remy stalked after them, giving the twins enough time to make it to safety, but grabbed Virgil before he could climb high enough. 

 Virgil squealed as he was pulled away from the tree and yelled for help through his laughter. 

 Patton cooed at the sight before reluctantly going back to the kitchen. 

 ~ 

 Virgil laughed wildly even as Remy used him as a partially successful human shield. If he had known there were fully loaded nerf guns, Remy would’ve made it harder for them to get to the treehouse. 

 “Don’t worry Virge!” One of them yelled, “We’ll rescue you!” 

 “Dead or alive!” The other added. 

 Remy laughed, “It’s not a rescue if you kill him!” He told them as they continued to shoot.  

 “Silence feind!” The first one told him before firing more foam bullets at them. 

"Any ideas?” Remy asked Virgil quietly. 

 “I think there’s more guns on the porch?” Virgil whispered back. 

“Perfect.” Remy grinned, “Muwahaha! You can’t defeat me!” He told the pair in the treehouse before running towards the porch with Virgil. 

 Once there he put Virgil down and the kid directed him to where the extra nerf guns were. The ones in the hidden storage bin were much smaller than the ones the twins had. 

 “Virgil! You’re not supposed to help the bad guy!” 

 “Ha ha! I put him under mind control!” Remy told them, “Now I have a minion.” 

 Virgil snickered before rushing to grab a gun of his own.

 “You won’t get away with this, villain!” 

 “Let him go or face our wrath!” 

 “Never!” Remy called back, “Pick up as many bullets as you can, but don’t shoot too much, ok?” He whispered to Virgil, “When they run out we can go after them, cool?”

“Yeah!” Virgil whispered excitedly. 

 It took longer than Remy thought it would for the rain of foam to slow to a stop. “It’s over, heroes. Surrender peacefully and I might spare you.” He told them. 

 He could hear hushed laugher from the treehouse before one of the boys replied, “Okaay~ just a minuute~” 

 “Uh-oh.” Virgil said beside him. 

 “Uh-oh?” 

 He didn’t have to wait long to figure out what the kids were up to because a second later he was being pelted with various balls, ranging from ping pong to tennis. Before he even had a chance to recover, one of the twins was suddenly right next to him and whacking him with a foam sword. 

“What the- hey!” He laughed before trying to fend off the nine-year-old. While he was distracted, the other one had made their way to the ground as well and ambushed him from behind. “Oh shhh-!” He cut himself off as he fell. 

 The second kid had hit the back of his knees with a foam club. This was definitely not a fair fight. 

 While the twins were busy beating him to death he suddenly felt the familiar sensation of foam bullets. 

 “Wha-? Virgil! I thought you were on my side?” He asked incredulously, causing Virgil to laugh, “Betrayed by my own brainwashed minion!” 

The kid just giggled harder, “I was just pretending to be mind controlled!” He told him as he continued to fire the toy gun. 

 The kids screamed in delight as they assaulted him with their various weapons. Remy was ready to admit defeat and call them off when a voice interrupted. 

 “Alright, boys, that’s enough.” Dad guy said. 

‘Oh shit.’

 ~

 Patton’s heart broke a little as the joy on Remy’s face quickly melted away to something much more subdued. He sent him what he hoped was a reassuring smile but it didn’t seem to help any. “Lunch is ready.” He told them. 

 “Okay.” the younger kids chorused before dropping their weapons and racing inside. 

 “Are you alright?” Patton asked, “They might be foam but they can still hurt when the boys get excited.” 

 “I’m fine.” Remy said casually as he stood up and brushed himself off. 

 “Alright then.” He smiled, “Then let’s go eat some pizza bread.”

 ~

 "Pizza bread" as it turned out, was bread with cheese and pepperoni inside. So, more sophisticated than the rolled up pizza slice Remy had pictured. Apparently you were supposed to dip it in some fancy tomato sauce which is why Remy was surprised when Mr. Janus had them all move to the living room to eat. 

 "Dad, can we watch Avatar?" Roman asked. 

 "No, let's watch dirty jobs!" Remus told him. 

 "How about mythbusters?" Roman countered. 

 "Ah, ah," Mr. Janus told them, "what's the rule for guests?" 

 "Virgil," They chorused, "wanna watch-" "Avatar?" "Dirty jobs?"

 "Um… what about Most Extreme...?" Virgil tried. 

 "Yes!" 

 "No!" 

 "Two to one, we win!" Remus cheered. 

 "Boys." Mr. Janus told them, "We have more than one guest, remember?" 

 "Remy, say no!" Roman told him, "Then we pick a different show."  

 "I don't really have an opinion." Remy told him, "What's "Most Extreme"?" 

 "They take all the cool stuff from animals like eyes and teeth and show what it would look like if humans had the same ability." Remus told him, "It's neat!" 

 "Its freaky is what it is." Roman told him. 

 "That's what makes it cool!" 

 "I'm gonna pass on the vote." Remy told them. 

 "He's impartial so we win! The Most Extreme it is!" Remus turned to high five Virgil. 

 Roman seemed a bit miffed at losing the vote, but it wasn't long before he was staring at the screen with as much interest as the other two. And honestly? Remy got it. The show was actually pretty cool. 

 ~ 

 Patton smiled as Remy seemed to settle in again and get pulled into the show. He waited until the episode ended and everyone was done eating before moving to collect the empty plates. Unfortunately, the action quickly caught the attention of the teen. 

 "Don’t worry, I got it." Patton assured as Remy moved to start cleaning up as well. 

 "It's ok," Remy told him, as he paused somewhat hesitantly, "I don't mind." 

 Patton smiled, "I appreciate it, but you don't have to. Janus and I are gonna clean up and then we'll probably be heading home." 

 "Oh," Janus said suddenly, "while I'm thinking about it, we packed up some of our old clothes to donate. You guys can look through them for some play clothes." He told him. 

 "Sure." Patton told him. 

 "I'll be right back to help clean up." Janus said before leaving the room. 

 ~

 Remy wasn't sure why he was suddenly on edge. All he knew was something felt off and he didn't like it. 

 Mr. Janus came back a minute later with three large bags. "Ok," he said as he set them down, "look through and take anything." He told them before pointing to the twins, "No dress up this time." He told them. 

"Why not?" Roman asked. 

 "Because yesterday we had to cut your brother out of a shirt you both knew was too small." 

 "I was a mutant giant what was I supposed to wear?" Remus asked indignantly. 

 Remy bit back a smile. 

 "Preferably something big enough to get yourself out of." Mr. Janus told him. 

 "Boring~" Remus drawled. 

 Mr. Janus shook his head fondly, "No dress up." He told them again before leaving to help dad guy. 

 The second he was gone the twins shared a look before quickly opening the bags and digging through them. 

 Remy laughed slightly, "Didn't he just say "no dress up"?" 

 "He said no dress up for us," Roman corrected, "but nothing about us dressing up you or Virgil." 

 "And so long as he doesn't catch us too quickly we can do it too!" Remus grinned. 

 Remy quickly turned down any attempts to get him to play dress up, and delegated himself to watching as the older boys coerced Virgil into trying on just about every piece of clothing. They had quickly moved on from the kids clothes that Virgil could feasibly fit in, or at least grow into soonish, to going through Mr. Janus’s old clothes just to wear them. 

 Virgil was digging through the bag when he suddenly gasped, "Remy!" He said excitedly before pulling something out of the bag and bouncing over, "Look!" He beamed as he held up an old leather jacket, "It's like from the store!" 

 "Uh, yeah, kinda." Remy admitted. 

 "I don't remember that one." Roman told them, "It doesn't look like Dad or Noni's." 

 "Dad!" Remus called.

 "What happened?" Mr. Janus answered as he came around the corner before huffing a small laugh, "I see you ignored the dress up rule." 

 Remus ignored the last part, "Whose jacket is this?" He asked; pointing to the coat Virgil was holding. 

 Mr. Janus glanced at the jacket Virgil was holding, "That's my old one." He told them, "I haven't worn it since… probably since I was about twenty or so. That's when Noni gave me my other one." 

 "How long ago was that?" Virgil asked. 

 Mr. Janus laughed, "Long enough to know I don't need it, let's stick with that." 

"That's Dad's way of saying he's old." Remus whispered causing Virgil to giggle. 

 "I heard that." Mr. Janus told them with an amused eyebrow raise, causing the kids to laugh. Mr. Janus shook his head, "Anyway, like I said you're welcome to anything in the bags." He said with a glance to Remy, "Try not to smother your cousin in the clothes." He told them offhandedly as he went back to the kitchen. 

 Something was definitely going on. 

 "Try it on!" Virgil told Remy as he practically shoved the jacket at him. 

 "I don't know, kid." Remy told him. This whole thing felt like way too much of a coincidence. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. This had to be a set up, right? 

 "Why not?" Virgil asked. 

 "I already have a coat, remember?" 

 "Yeah but this one doesn't cost money." Virgil told him. Dammit. "And at the store you said these were cool." 

Stop making good points.

 "Oh! It could be part of your villain outfit!" Roman exclaimed, "All super villains need to look cool." 

 "Otherwise they're just regular villains!" Remus added. 

 "What's the difference?" 

"Presentation!" All three told him. 

 Ok, well he definitely ran into something there.

 "Pleeeease, Remy?" Virgil asked with wide eyes. 

... Fucking puppy dog eyes.

 Remy sighed, "Ok, fine." 

 ~

Patton peaked around the corner and smiled. For once he was glad Virgil had learned to weaponize his puppy eyes. 

 ~

 Remy made sure that when dad guy and Mr. Janus came back that he was not wearing the jacket. Just in case. 

 Thankfully neither mentioned it as they packed up the clothes Virgil. Or as they resorted the rest the kids had used for dress up. They all said their goodbyes, with Mr. Janus saying he hoped to see them again soon, and the twins telling Remy they wouldn't be going so easy on him next time. 

 If dad guy seemed extra smiley on the way home, it was none of Remy's business. 

 Remy was not smiling to himself either. 

 …Whatever.

 ~~~~~notes~~~~~

 For anyone who was wondering, Virgil 100% knows what he's doing when it comes to puppy dog eyes. He was raised by Patton Can't-say-no-to-cute Sanders. And yes. He does use this for evil. 

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Daddy Day Care | Chapter 4

pairing; jungkook/female OC

genre; fluff, romcom, smutty in the future, Dad!Jungkook rating; explicit (IN FUTURE CHAPTERS ONLY, not yet) words; this chapter 5001 (lol), total so far (18.547) Ch 1 / Ch 2 / Ch 3

— synopsis; Jeongguk is your average 25-year-old - job, work, friends - everything regular. Except, he has a 5 year old daughter. And he’s single. Until a “princess” waltzes into his life.

warnings for this chapter: You still very much want to have Jungkook’s children. Cursing & Banter. Traces of Jinslut. JK is hopeless. You’re going to want to punch and hug him at the same time. Unable-to-flirt and struggle-to-adult Jungkook. A/N: PLEASE have mercy on me if there are any mistakes, English has been kicking my ass lately. Hope you enjoy. Sorry it took me this long. Let me know what you think, my ask is always open <3

It took no less than 10 minutes for me to see and understand why Eunmi is as whipped for Gayoon as she is. See, when you’re five, adults seem so cool, so serious, so grown up. Parents are parents, even if they are cool, they are simply not cool enough. If there is an adult in the mix that is old enough for it to be WOW to a five year old and also doesn’t have the responsibility of being the parent – jackpot.

Eunmi was acting like she and Gayoon are attached by the hip and Gayoon just played along with it. Even when Eunmi wanted to show her every single toy she has, even when she took her by the hand and dragged her away to show her every possible corner of the apartment. What would normally at some point become annoying to anyone, even me as her father, Gayoon took like a champ and not only played along, but actually seem interested. Hell, she even asked Eunmi questions.

She’s a natural and I can see why she’s Eunmi’s favorite teacher. I’m also suddenly very glad Yuki insisted that we pay an insane tuition for Eunmi to go to a private kindergarten.

And the little one did not hold back – she clung onto Gayoon like a koala. So much so that I got a heavy case of second hand embarrassment with how clingy she was being. I’m just glad she’s five – no matter what she does, ‘she’s five’ is always an excuse to get us out of any mess.

Two hours from the moment we stepped into the apartment and one impromptu tea party with stuffed animals, Eunmi managed to doze off, despite the excitement she had been feeling the entire day. Her words were dragged and her eyelids were barely open but she still refused to nap – until her head fell down onto Gayoon’s lap, her lips open and eyes shut.

“Let me help you with that,” I smile at Gayoon, keeping my voice low and my hands gentle as I pick Eunmi up, very careful not to move her around in my arms too much. She normally sleeps like a log but I can’t risk it – if she wakes up not only will she be cranky but she will probably refuse to sleep again. Not that it would do her much good, seeing as her eyes simply refused to stay open.

“Wait, let me help you,” Gayoon whispers as she gets up from the couch, walking in front of me to open the door of Eunmi’s room for me to walk through. I put Eunmi down on the bad, smiling when I notice her signature nose scrunch – for a second, I freeze, scared that she will wake but it turns out to be a false alarm. Very gently, I tuck her in and put her favorite teddy bear underneath her arm. Gayoon closes the door after me, smiling at Eunmi. “She is beyond cute.”

“I know,” I smile stupidly, unable to ignore the urge to gush about how adorable Eunmi actually is. “She is a little cutie but she already has a temper,” I add.

“No,” she laughs and shakes her head as we make our way back to the couch. “I don’t think she does. I suppose she can be a bit tricky but you have no idea how bad the other kids can be,” she tells me, giving me a pointed look as she reaches for her cup of hot chocolate – hot chocolate she had to help me with because I nearly burnt it. “There’s a reason Eunmi is one of my favorites.”

“Is she good to others?” I ask, making Gayoon look at me in confusion. “I mean, I’ve never heard anything about her fighting with other kids but… is it really like that or do teachers just say that to make parents relax and don’t ask stupid questions?”

“Oh boy,” she chuckles, smiling at me. Yeah, that’s the kind of smile that makes me swallow a lump when it’s directed at me. “It’s really like that. We wouldn’t lie, at least I wouldn’t. It’s important for parents to know what their kid is actually like, even if that means that they sometimes hear something they’d rather not know of. You have no reason to worry, though. Eunmi is a proper sweetheart and she’s nice to everyone. She’s also not a pushover, so don’t worry – she would hold her ground if need be.”

“Good,” I breathe a sigh of relief. “You’d think that after five years, I’d be sure of myself and of what I’m doing but most days… I swear I’m more like a headless chicken than a fully functioning adult,” I admit.

“Oh come on, we all have our headless chicken moments,” she reassures me, a smile still plastered on her face. “She’s your only child, it’s not like you have experience of raising one. I’d say both you and her mother are doing a good job. Both in general and in your circumstances.”

“What circumstances?” I ask, noticing that she suddenly looks uncomfortable. She’s looking away and her face is the face of someone who said something they shouldn’t have said. “If you’re referring to us being young, we’re well aware of that,” I laugh.

“It’s not that,” she shakes her head. “You’re young, of course you know that. But it’s one thing to have a teacher of your daughter point it out in a way that might sound condescending, even though it isn’t.”

“Don’t worry, I truly didn’t take it that way,” I tell her. And I mean it. “I was just confused as to which circumstance you’re referring to, us being young or separated, because both are quite specific circumstances and both are very much true.”

“Age can mean something, in my opinion, but it’s definitely not a rule,” she tells me. “Like I’ve said before, we can all be headless chickens every now and then. And as for the two of you being separated, I will let you know that my mother raised Jimin and myself all on her own, since Jimin was three and I a baby. So yeah, circumstances be damned.”

“That’s quite impressive,” I nod. I never knew that Mrs. Park was a single mom but then again, I had no clue Jimin was her son either, and I just recently saw Gayoon for the first time, so I probably shouldn’t be surprised how little I know about Mrs. Park’s family tree. “You’re one of the few people that actually don’t appear all judgy and mighty. I’ve gotten used to it by now – half the parents of Eunmi’s classmates look at me like I’m a high schooler or something.”

“Jeongguk… more often than not, you or Eunmi’s mother pick her up from kindergarten before other parents do. You both pick her up early to try and spend more time with her. Some of those kids stay in the kindergarten until five, six PM. I understand that many of those parents have jobs and obligations but so do you. And yet you still do it. If I were you, I wouldn’t worry too much about what they think.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you are just a nice person?” I ask.

Fuck, verbal diarrhea. Why did I say that? It is true, I’m not denying that but why did I say it? I could have just said thank you or something like that. Well, at least I didn’t say that she’s the nicest person on the planet – it could have been worse.

“I’m not gonna lie, I have heard it before,” she laughs. “But it’s always a good thing to hear. And you seem pretty nice too.”

“Even with a daughter that clings onto you like a koala?” Jesus Christ, Jeon Jeongguk, shut the fuck up!

“Well, if you don’t mind me being honest, she’s the best part,” I laugh at her comment. She’s not wrong – Eunmi is the best part of me. She’s the best thing I’ve ever done and pretty much the only thing in my life I am genuinely and completely proud of. If someone thinks she’s the best thing about me, I’ll gladly take it.

“I’m sorry we kidnapped you for the whole of Christmas Day,” I tell her, feeling guilt rise again. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t expecting to stay at our place for three hours and counting. “I’m sorry if we ruined some plans for you. I’m an idiot who forgets his wallet everywhere he goes and Eunmi didn’t want to let go of you.”

“No, it’s okay,” she shakes her head, smiling with that adorable, small smile that makes me swoon and want to punch something at the same time. “I was literally working back at the kindergarten. We had a family lunch and we all went our separate ways. The only plan I had was Netflix and food. I got cake, Super Mario and a tea party, so I would say the day was quite fruitful.”

“Would you like to add some wine into the mix too? Eunmi seemed pretty knocked out, we can be adults until she wakes up?” I suggested.

Perfect, you fucking fucktard idiot person! You are literally asking your daughter’s kindergarten teacher to get drunk with you in your apartment while your daughter is sleeping in the next room. Are you absolutely out of your mind? She’ll run and probably get Eunmi expelled or something.

“That sounds like a great idea,” she surprisingly agrees. “I’ll just call Jimin to let him know he should take a taxi when he leaves for home so that he can drive me and my car back home.”

“Perfect.”

  For a usually quiet person, I realize that I am surprisingly chatty with her. In the little I’ve known Gayoon, she always seemed like a good listener. She would listen carefully, nodding along and looking directly at you, asking you questions when you pause for a breath. We had red wine and talked just about anything and everything until Eunmi woke up. Before we ended up playing Super Mario, we talked about her, about how difficult it is to raise kids, how difficult it is to work with kids, how I never thought I’d end up being an office worker and how Gayoon was positive she would end up opening a bakery.

Hours passed in good fun and before we knew it, it was Eunmi’s bedtime and of course, my daughter had to backstab me and refuse my offer to read her a story and saying she’d rather have Gayoon read it for her. I got a pat on the back from Gayoon, probably because I looked and felt like a kicked puppy, before she agreed to read her a story.

I was leaned on the door, listening to the two of them talk about princess and mermaids, because not a single page could go by without Eunmi asking both related and unrelated questions.

The teacher in Gayoon was present – well, either that or the fact that she actually does seem like a genuinely good person. She clicked with Eunmi so well, I could feel my heart swell.

I have only ever seen Yuki acting this way with her. Perhaps Byulyi and Hyejin, occasionally, but never anyone else. She… she seemed almost motherly. After having random girls run from me because I’m a father, run from me as if I am the plague itself, it’s quite shocking to see someone not doing the same thing. Of course, the context is different – Gayoon hasn’t shown a particular interest to get into my pants, nor have I shown interest to get into hers, at least I don’t think so. The context is different but it still feels so damn nice to see someone being so good with Eunmi.

I don’t move from my place until Gayoon does, moving gently to tuck Eunmi in and smiling up at me as I turn off the lights and make my way back to the living room. She closes the door carefully, quietly and smiles at me again. “I hope this wasn’t too much – I just can’t say no to her.”

“Of course it wasn’t,” I shake my head immediately. “Thank you. Thank you for doing that. Whenever she’s not with Yuki, I feel as if I’m not… you know, doing it well.”

“Please,” she rolls her eyes. “You’re much better at this than I am. Being a teacher and nice to kids is nothing more than my job – this is the role of your lifetime and you’re playing it perfectly, from what I’ve seen so far.”

“It’s almost sickening how nice you are.”

She bursts into laughter, quickly covering her mouth, not wanting to wake the little one up. I was wrong when I thought her smile is the most charming thing about her – now that I heard genuine, surprised and uncontrolled laughter, even if for a second, I know this one takes the cake.

For someone her age, our age, she sure does have a childlike laughter. And I’m pretty sure I’m staring at her now. Good work, Don Juan! How very smooth of you!

“I’m not that nice,” she shakes her head. “But I do have to say that… Oh!” she hurries to answer her phone, pulling it out of her pocket in the speed of light before the ringtone manages to wake Eunmi up. I even manage to recognize the ringtone. I pull the song out from the old, forgotten, punk brain of mine – The Ramones, ‘She talks to rainbows’. Of all the songs I expected to hear coming from her phone, this was not the one. “Yeah. Yeah. I’ll be down,” she ends the call. “Jimin’s waiting for me.”

“Oh. Okay. Well, thank you for bringing me my wallet. And staying with us. And playing with Eunmi. And talking to me. And reading her a story. Yeah, thank you for everything, I guess.”

Nice work, Romeo. Smooth talker, that’s what you are. Smooth fucking criminal.

“Stop thanking me,” she laughs as she moves towards the hallway, grabbing her purse and jacket from where I hanged them earlier. “I had fun. It’s safe to say we’re friends now – and friends do spend time with each other and their kids. And they give each other cake and bring each other lost wallets, so stop thanking me so much.”

“In that case, thank you for a lovely day.”

Okay, that actually was smooth.

“Hmm,” she narrows her eyes at me. “I’ll take that one.”

Before I could say anything or think about the position of my hands, she hugs me. I am completely frozen for a moment, before I realize that I have less than a second to react before she pulls away and this turns more awkward than it already is. So I hug her back, tapping her shoulder with my hand. She smiles as she pulls away and my face is probably nothing more than a painful grimace.

“I’ll see you around,” she smiles. “If you ever need a babysitter, you know my number.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I chuckle. “Merry Christmas Gayoon.”

“Merry Christmas Jeongguk.”

I stand at the door as she walks down the hallway, waving like a complete idiot even though she doesn’t turn around – I’m waving and she doesn’t even see it. I shake my head, snapping out of it and closing the door before she has a chance to see me standing here like a complete idiot.

I close the door, lock it and bang my head on it, hard enough for it to be painful, faint enough to keep Eunmi asleep and Gayoon unaware.

I think I’m in the beginning stage of having a crush on my daughter’s kindergarten teacher.

  “Could you at least try to pretend like you’re having a good time?”

The problem is, I did. For a good half hour, I looked like the very gif of The Office’s Michael Scoot gritting his teeth and looking as awkward as possible. For half an hour I did my very best to look as if I am having the time of my life.

The truth is, I don’t remember the last time I felt as uncomfortable as I do now. Seokjin insisted that I should not be alone on New Year’s Eve, which is exactly why I ended up following him to what he called the hottest club in town. Him and six of his best mates, most of whom I’ve known for years, but in passing, as I never really wanted to be a part of their sausage fest. Which is exactly what I am now.

Seven men and me, as bored and as uncomfortable as I could possibly be.

They come here with a goal – get drunk and get laid. And I just want to be home, in my sweatpants, eating ramen and playing Super Mario or finally catching up with Black Mirror. Literally, every possible scenario that includes me staying at home is better than the current situation.

My brain is one generic EDM song away from turning into pudding and my stomach is one fruity drink away from giving up on everything. I’m a stay-at-home, beer-drinking kind of guy. This is not my place.

So, to answer Seokjin’s question – no, I can no longer even try to pretend like I’m having a good time.

“I’m sorry,” I sigh, watching him shake his head in disappointment. While I know he’s joking, I also know that my mood is affecting his and the last thing I want to do is ruin his night – New Year’s Eve, of all nights. I don’t want to be that person, I hate to be that person but I can’t fight it. “It’s just not my scene.”

“You always adapted before. This isn’t your first rodeo,” he tells me and honestly, he’s right. I used to go out with him before and while it was never my favorite thing to do, I could handle it.

“I don’t know, I think I just have too much on my mind,” I yell, in order to overpower the bass.

“You’re thinking about your girl?” Seokjin yells back at me.

“No,” I shake my head. “I mean, I always think about her but it’s the way it is – I had her for Christmas, Yuki has her for New Year’s Eve. It’s the fairest deal possible.”

“I’m not talking about Eunmi,” Seokjin laughs. “I’m talking about her teacher. You know, the girl you’re crushing on?”

I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to tell Seokjin about it. I guess I expected advice, seeing as he’s my big brother and a ladies man extraordinaire. Instead of a good, solid piece of advice or even a rude wakeup call while reminding me that she is my daughter’s teacher, I just got laughed at. I called him the same night Gayoon left my apartment, and since then, not a day has passed without him mentioning it in a way that could appear humorous to anyone but me.

“Seokjin, I’ve told you, I am not crushing on her.”

“No, you just like her,” he corrects me and leans over to yell directly into my ear. “Look, you are making questionable choices because you can’t even remember the last time you had anything with any woman. You’re over Yuki and you’re not ready for commitment again but you need to get yourself out there and do something because crushing on your daughter’s teacher is not a common storyline. Find someone else to crush on before you and your ex need to change your daughter’s kindergarten!”

God, he’s right. Yuki will kill me if we have to change Eunmi’s kindergarten and judging by the way Eunmi seems to be attached to her friends and even Gayoon herself, she’d kill me to. I’d rather wait for her teenage years before I hear the first “I hate you” from her.

“Or, if you’re really hung up on her, ask her out,” Seokjin completely changes his story. “Just pick a side. Either grow a pair or take your pick,” he waves his hand around, as if he’s showing me all that the club has to offer. Outside the sausage fest we are in, the club really is full of girls our age, most of them in a pack with other girls, very probably looking for a hook up, the same way all of Seokjin’s friends know that if all goes according to plan, not a single one of them will be going home alone.

It’s like watching National Geographic or something. Two packs of opposite genders eyeing each other from different sides of the club, picking their pray and getting all hyped up before they strike. Words of encouragement shared, pats on the shoulders, a few giggles here and there and the plan is set in motion. Of course, not all is a hunting field – there are packs that are here just to have fun. I can see a group of laughing and dancing people who are…

“Holy shit, that’s her!” I all but yell, pointing to the dance floor.

“Her who?” Seokjin looks around.

“Gayoon, Eunmi’s teacher.”

For a second, I am sure that I am imagining things but as I watch her throw her head back while laughing, I am positive that it is Gayoon – it’s just not the Gayoon I saw a few days ago. This Gayoon has fairly shorter and curly hair – she had pretty long hair the other day. And this Gayoon is definitely not wearing the casual clothes Gayoon from the other day was wearing – unless a tight, black dress can count as casual. I’m a guy – what do I know?

“Wait, which girl are you talking about?” Seokjin asks as he leans into me, wanting a better view.

“Shoulder length hair, black dress.”

“Holy shit!” he yells and for a second, I forget we’re in a night club and my blood freezes, thinking that Gayoon must have heard him. “That’s Eunmi’s teacher?! No wonder you’re dying to live out a teacher kink!”

“She’s not MY teacher, you idiot!” I smack him on the shoulder, making him laugh out loud. I’m not laughing – this is becoming too much. “It’s not like that.”

“Looking at her, it should be like that,” Seokjin comments.

“You don’t get it,” I shake my head – of course Seokjin would not get it. He’s been in love once and after that particular train wreck, he hasn’t bothered looking for anything other than easy sex. “Yeah, she’s pretty and yeah she’s hot but she’s actually nice and friendly and most importantly, good with Eunmi.”

“You don’t know what you want,” Seokjin shakes his head.

“Yeah, because I can’t develop a proper interest into someone after like… a few hours spent with them! Just as I don’t want to have a one night stand with my daughter’s teacher! Of course I don’t know what I want – I might not even want anything and am just confused! I don’t know what I want and it would be very weird if I did!” I yell over the music.

“Well, I think she knows what she wants,” he nods his head and when I look back to Gayoon, I can see what he means – she’s definitely closer to one of the guys in her group than she was just seconds ago. They are dancing together, they’re bodies almost completely pressed together, his hands on her hips as they sway together, much too slow for the beat that’s threatening to make my brain explode.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Go there! Say hi! Talk to her! Dance with her! Get to her before he does!” he tries to push me away from our booth but I stay frozen, shaking my head.

“Nah, I just told you. I don’t know what I want and judging by that,” I wave my hand to her and the guy she is dancing with. “It’s a bit too late anyways.”

I have no right to sulk, I know that very well. Not once did Gayoon show any signs of being interested in me in any way other than a teacher-parent one, perhaps a friendly one too. She did not flirt, she did not say anything that would make me wonder if it has a double meaning and let’s not forget about the crushed mistletoe. Not to mention that I haven’t done anything either – of course I didn’t, I just think I might kind of like her.

I have no right to sulk at the sight of her expressing interest in another man and even though I try to fight it, I know I end up pouting, sitting in the booth and glaring towards them, sipping on the shitty cocktail Seokjin insisted on buying for me.

“You’re a complete idiot,” is Seokjin’s conclusion he reaches while looking at me in disappointment.

“Maybe I am.”

  15 minutes after the clock strikes midnight and the whole club drunkenly yells New Year’s greetings – that’s the time limit I’ve given myself. Long enough to not seem rude, just enough to not lose my mind.

“You’re actually leaving?” Seokjin once again looks disappointed. As bad as I feel, he had it coming. He knew I was not going to enjoy myself, he knew this is not my scene in any way. As bad as I feel for leaving him, one – I know he won’t miss me and 2 – he should be the one to feel bad for dragging me out to begin with.

“I handled it for as long as I could. Happy New Year, brother,” I pat him on the back and make my way through the ocean of bodies, towards the exit. I don’t look back, not to Seokjin, not to Gayoon.

I made a point of not looking her way for as long as I have been in the club – staring at her just seemed a bit too creepy, especially given that she was obviously pretty close to hooking up with the guy she was dancing with. It felt creepy, wrong and uncomfortable – so I decided to simply not look her way while I was there. I doubt she saw me but if she did, she made no move to approach me.

Outside, the weather and the atmosphere is hellish – snow started falling again and I obviously wasn’t the only one with the thoughts of leaving early – one by one, groups of people were getting into lined up taxis, while others were waiting for the next ones to drive by. Imagining the price I’ll have to pay for the drive back home on New Year’s Eve felt like a punch to the gut.

“Jeongguk?!”

Oh crap.

I want to hide, I really do. Maybe it would be believable if I don’t respond? It’s pretty crowded, I think I can play it off as if I hadn’t heard her. “Jeongguk!” her voice is raised now, as she is obviously certain that she’s not imagining things. I can’t hide.

I turn around, pretending to look confused and I see her walking my way, still in that short sleeved dress, looking as if she’s freezing her butt of, but still smiling at me. She even has blue highlights in her hair. I don’t know what happened to Gayoon from the other day.

“Oh! Hi! Hey! Happy New Year!” I sound like an idiot to myself but really, what else can I do?

“Happy New Year!” she beams up at me as she stops a few feet away. “Were you here the whole night?”

“Yeah, my brother dragged me out,” I roll my eyes. “I am escaping now. You’re leaving too?” I ask, noticing that the guy she was dancing with doesn’t seem to be around.

“No, not yet – I’m here with Jimin and a group of our friends, I can’t leave without them,” she explains. “I just thought I needed a bit of fresh air, after one too many tequila shots,” she adds, although she doesn’t appear to be drunk at all. “In hindsight, stupid idea – it’s freezing.”

“What happened to… No, never mind,” I stop myself at the last moment.

“What happened to what?”

“No, nothing.”

“Jeongguk, don’t be that person,” she laughs. “I hate it when people do that. Spill it.”

“What happened to cold never bothering you anyway?” I utter my lame joke, watching as she frowns in confusion – it takes her a moment to realize what exactly I’m referring to but when she finally connects the dots, she seems equally amused and pissed.

“I hate you,” she tries to sound serious but I can tell she’s fighting off a smile.

“You set yourself up for that one,” I laugh. We might not be friends now, hell, we might not even be friends in the future, but after our meeting, I am forever entitled to make Frozen jokes on her expense.

“The price I pay,” she sighs before smiling again. “Anyways, I’d better go inside before I turn into Olaf,” it’s a bad joke but I still laugh – that’s what she’s making me do now. I’m laughing at fairly stupid jokes. This isn’t good. “I’ll see you around. Happy New Year Jeongguk.”

“Happy New Year Gayoon,” I smile, waving at her once before she wobbles back inside the club, still trying to keep herself warm with her arms wrapped around her body – she’s right, it was stupid to go outside in this weather without a jacket. I should have offered her mine.

On the drive back to my place, I stare through the window and watch all the drunk, well-dressed people stumbling around, laughing, hugging one another. I watch and wonder when that stopped being me. I wonder if even I miss that being me.

The only conclusion I could come up with is that maybe Seokjin was right after all. Maybe I am a complete idiot.

[allyvampirelass29]

The December Man and His July Girl

A NOS4A2 Fanfiction A Paradise for the Lost Sequel By: Allyssa J. Watkins

Charlie Manx smirked into Ally's hair, kissing the halo shine of her resplendent curls, The Wraith roaring through a painted rapture of tree-lined mountain roads at sunset, the splendid collision of red and purple light dancing through the branches, and reflecting off the windows. The slight evening breeze soothed the sting of the radiating heat, and drifted through Charlie's rolled down driver's side, his nostrils flaring as he drank in the dusk and sundrenched pine.

"Oh Charles, how I've missed this......." Mrs. Manx reveled, falling into him, nestling her rosette crown of long, loose, curls against his shoulder as he drove, both of them luxuriating in the bold strokes of crimson, pomegranate, and violet light, and the sacred reverence in her voice was getting him drunk far more powerfully than even Abe's top shelf peppermint schnapps could accomplish. The way she looked right now, so alive, illuminated by the painted sky....... An impossible dream, far too beautiful to be had by the nightmare she loved.

"It's been an age, My Sweet........." Charlie nodded his raven head in agreement, his navy blue, flat-topped cap prim upon his magnificent waves, his smile, rare, and adoring. Here we are once more, taking the other captive, absconding to secret worlds, and yes, while I am at the wheel, I am all too happy to let you steal me away on this, our special six month anniversary. Giving chase, and playing Bonnie to my Clyde with those pesky federal agents? Why, My Dear, that's all just part of the fun. Of which you must remember, I am the president.......

"Riding in the Wraith with you, Charlie, the hum of the engine chasing our hearts, marveling at your side as you pilot the unseen pathways of the mind......." She sighed blissful, turning her cheek into his warmth, breathing the gingerbread and car exhaust that lingered seductively on his woolen chauffeur's coat, her happiness perfect. "It's unlike anything I've ever felt before, that elusive, transcendent belonging that breathes like destiny. "I'd follow you anywhere, Charles, to the edge of all creative thought, it's you, me, and the Wraith against the rest of the WORLD!!!!"

Charlie felt the trill in his heart, the fire in his coal black eyes stoked by these impassioned words, the breathlessness in her voice, unthawing the ice in his soul. Yes, My Divine...... I am your only destination, the inevitable journey. A love conspired in the dark, in the stars, bourne a hundred years ago in a graveyard, and here you are........ My Soulmate, bound to my inscape, held happily captive in my magic car.

"I could not have phrased it with more powerful eloquence, myself, Sugar Plum," He purred, draping his arm across her shoulders, his gloved nails raking through her dangling curls in long, slow, strokes.

"To the stars........ To the fractured moon and back, through universes vast, and snowcapped wonderlands......." He mused, waxing poetic, his voice like silk, and she melted beneath his lips, like ice on his tongue, as he kissed the top of her head, his nostrils flaring.

"I'm going to take you EVERYWHERE with me, Allyssa Jolene, inscapes, landscapes, seascapes, whether real or imagined, through perfect summers, and dazzling white winters, conquering them all, and leaving my whispers in the most secret places of your mind......."

His voice found its sharp edge, as she ran those soft, white fingers teasingly up his crimson waistcoat, circling around each button, before toying with the red silk of his cravat, loosening it, wanting it off him. Yes, ooooh YES, my, my, what a crafty minx kitten I have! Had I any idea our becoming fugitives would have so sultry an effect on my shy, sweet, wife, I might have considered giving those government buffoons a clue as to my whereabouts...... Charlie breathed harder, thankful that his Wraith could commandeer itself if need be........ Ready to take over, Ol' Boy? He thought sneakily, and it revved its enthused response. It would seem I'm about to become properly distracted........

"I've waited an immortal's forever to drive a girl like you too far....... " He rasped dangerously, her fingers trembling with the treacherous sound, and he pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, lowering his lips to her ear with a salacious secret. "And I don't just mean in my car........."

He eyed her slyly, with a rakish eyebrow raise, and to her paralyzing delight, ripped his cravat from his neck, and hurled it in the backseat.

"Ohhhhh yes please, Charles.........." She purred, his Manx kitten, enamoured, reaching up to press her feverish lips into his cool, soft skin, writing her kisses with such masterful prowess. He snickered, deliciously, easing his leather boot off the gas pedal, even as the Wraith picked up speed, blurring through trees brushed with the sunset's palette, his hand falling away from the wheel, as he let his car, and his girl take control.......

Ally blushed as red as the hastily removed cravat, kissing her husband's elegant neck, running her fingertips down its pleasing slope, so happy she could die....... Her voice a forbidden ecstasy.

"I have not yet BEGUN to gallivant to my heart's content, Mr. Manx, driven too far by the dark allure of a mysterious chauffeur, and his majestic car, both of them, creating one irresistible menace......."

He could feel her escaped breath on his neck, as she spoke to, and coaxed his skin with her lovely lips, his own lips parting, his mouth falling open with his climbing passion, and while she was so delectably engaged otherwise, he advanced, poised to strike, one claw tangling in her curls, the other smoothing over the soft folds of her sundress, seeking out her black nylons.

"At your service, My Darling Girl, let your driver give you a ride to desire, as well as perusing imagination itself......... Your only fare to be paid, is the untouchable........."

Charlie seized her thigh, and her eyes fluttered their surprise, his voice a ravenous rasp, his sharp nails scratching against the smooth nylon, having shed both gloves, pulling her roughly into his lap, smirking wickedly as he mouthed the words.

"Where to, Miss.......?"

He kissed her hard, sneering with the force of his passion, sliding her fluttery hemline higher and higher up her thigh, grazing his talons across her nylons, digging them in, clutching the back of her curls, drinking in her ache, her drawn out, breathy murmurs with parched lips. He could feel it happening, knowing she had no method of defense against him, her surrender sweeter every time he tasted it, and he loved this...... taking his favourite Strong Creative and making her powerless.

Good show, Ol' Sport, he chortled mischievous in his mind, his eyes flashing with sinful urge, pressing harder into those painfully soft lips, punishing her with his kiss. You’re a Gent, My Dear Fellow, for allowing me to....... properly see to my wife. As they say...... Any man who can drive safely, while kissing a pretty girl, is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. The Wraith revved its approval rather cheekily, winking one of its headlights, as it rounded the next bend in the road. Steering wheel spinning, it maneuvered them flawlessly though the evergreen, Charlie's car navigating confidently, while both driver and passenger lost themselves in each other.

Ally's whole body hummed with Charlie's intruding warmth, the demanding hunger in his kiss, and the tantalize of his talons as they wandered up her thigh, teasing the inside of it, before sneaking up over her bodice, and whisking just as teasingly against the neckline, his other hand falling through her curls, releasing them in a cascade shine over her freckled shoulder, flicking his thumb, and its sharp nail, up and down the back of her neck, feeding off her spine's tingle.

Their aching tenderness dissolved into reckless passion, and the kiss deepened with the womanly want of him, as she clutched the back of his raven head, her other hand, exploring his chest, her body's shy desire awakened, and he could sense it, smirking into her lips, with a furtive eyebrow raise. That's it....... Relinquish the control, you need me to take the wheel....... Oh Allyssa, I know all of your body's secrets....... You can't hide them from me.  I should take you right here........ in The Wraith, lay you back against my nice, leather upholstery, Ally, watch it brush against your bare skin, as I acquit your body of its every garment torturously slow, every delicate, porcelain inch revealed, as I acquaint myself intimate, fingers burning, sensuous lips lavishing innocent curves, taking what I do not deserve....... Becoming one with My Virgin Queen, in a naked sigh of dangerous ecstasy.

He growled, aroused, yanking her head back, forcing her to look at him, and reveal the anguished pleasure flooding shamefully through her delicate features, his dark smoulder piercing her soul, taking that quaint green meadow in her eyes and setting it ablaze.

Ally stared back through the black smoke of his ignited gaze, breathing her answer, letting the haze of him create a delirium.

"Wherever you are, Charles........."

She drifted her fingers through his glossy, raven waves, before straightening his chauffeur's cap, crowning her king, and with a playful bloom in her cheek, she tugged it flirtatiously forward, sounding just the way he liked........ A woman in love, weak with his touch.

"Drive me too far........ To the end of the world, to our own mutual destructions, just drive me, and take me with you always."

He felt his chest swell beneath his waistcoat, peering up at her from underneath the bill of his askew cap, smirking, and she rested her forehead against it, leaning in close, with a besotted grin.

"What say you, Charlie?"

"I say you've made a fine choice, Ally Manx," He quipped, but his coy cleverness flooded with his very real emotion, and the sharp edge in his gaze, fell away, leaving behind warm, soft, brown eyes. "I'm sure I can........ Accommodate you in this request."

"My, what exceptional service!!!" She whispered back, her green, Christmas tree eyes, merrily alight, glistening with the love he never dared hope she'd have for him in return. The love he thought he'd have to take, steal, pry from her unwilling heart, she now burned with for him, in enticing flame. No trick, no ploy, no female masquerade of it. This was the love neither Cassie, nor even Jolene had ever looked at him with........ A love that wasn't a lie.

The Wraith rolled smoothly through a wide open, forest green, wing-tipped gate, and trundled up the steep slope of a narrow gravel road, while driver and passenger succumbed to another indulgent kiss, Charlie cradling Ally's face in his claws, both jostled by the rumble of the drive, yet neither took any notice, as they ascended further into the trees.

The fiery, bold strokes of coloured light were nearly faded now, the painted sky yielding to the night, and the surrounding woods invited the falling dusk.

Charlie felt their lips part, both of them chasing their breath, as he clung to her, the tender dark outside spilling in through his rolled down window, the rest of the world, forgotten, as he held the woman he loved, in the car that had saved him, feeling the same innate, lifeblood link to them both.

"We've arrived, haven't we, My Joy? I can feel it....... in the excited thrum of your heart......." He whispered tenderly, brushing his nose against the flush of her cheek.

"Hide me away........ Show me your world, Allyssa Jolene."

**********

The moon was uncommonly pretty, and just as bizarrely bright, as Ally and Charlie walked hand in hand through the calming dark, trees casting shadows across their faces, their flashlights dancing as they moved together, two silhouettes belonging to the tender night.

"It's perfect, My Sweet," Charlie cooed breathily, as the log cabin came into view, emerging from the darkness as though from the depths of dark water.

"I knew you'd love it, Charles!!!" Ally exclaimed beaming and bubbly, squeezing him tight into a hug, and he ushered her into his embrace, his night sky features etched in white moonlight.

"Your childhood woodland cabin could not be more perfect for our anniversary getaway, Dear Girl, I am most impressed........" He smirked at her, with a gentle eyebrow raise....... I can just see you here, aged nine, scampering about through the lush green fauna the same proliferous hue as your eyes, an eternal summer encircled, dark brown curls bouncing, adventure in your heart.

Ally's face shined even paler and luminous than the supernatural moon, as she hugged his neck, overwhelmed by the wonder of him, brushing her lips against his, both of them bathed in moonlight.

"That's so beautiful, Charles!!! Oh yes, how frightfully well you know your lucky bride. While at home I much preferred to keep indoors, kept company by a good book, at the cabin....... I craved adventure, roving through the wooded hills, collecting pinecones and wildflowers, making up games and imaginary foes."

"That's my daring, imaginative girl," He whispered to her lips, teasing them with a faint whisper of a kiss. "Creating worlds within yours already at so young an age, such a beautiful child, even then a living doll."

He bit his lip, looking at her innocently, which she found all too irresistible.

"Confession?"

Ally giggled, feigning reprimand, with playfully accusing eyes. "Oh no!!! What did you do?"

Charles smiled guiltily, gliding his fingers through her curls, remarking how fine she looked, how delicate, in her short black sundress, covered in white hearts, contrasting spectacularly with her dove white skin.

"I stole something......." He said softly, and she broke out into an even sweeter grin, curls falling silkily against her cheek. "Ah yes, you naughty boy, you mean besides my heart and hand?"

He smiled fondly, but the guilt still glinted in his dark eyes. "Yes, My Love. Not heart, nor hand, nor pen...... I took them....... photographs of you as a darling child, my living doll in miniature. I took them from your childhood home, from the picture album left behind. I hope you do not find it odd, I am just so taken with my white rose, delighted beyond measure to see her as a tiny rosebud."

Ally shook her curls bewildered, her green eyes impossibly wide. "You took pictures of me? From my old house on Canyon Hill? Charlie nodded somberly, expecting her wary chastisement, but was happily disappointed when she broke into a wonderstruck grin instead.

"You didn't! That's so sweet of you, My hopelessly romantic husband, my GOD........ I'm so lucky to have a man that loves and aches to know my every age and stage."

"You're not cross......?" Charles murmured unbelieving as she drifted her fingers through the black silk strands at the forefront of his slicked coif.

"No!!! Not at all!!! I am rather....... dazzled, and desperately undeserving of such gracious attentions." She blushed apple red, bowing her head shyly. "I told mother she had forgotten one of the albums in the move, when I was fifteen...... We thought it lost forever. Ally smiled sadly, something lost, something forlorn in her eyes. "No one lives there now....... My own little universe of primrose paths and a shady oak, nestled within a chain-link fence, is just an empty shell now. The once manicured lawn grown over with unruly weeds, from the neglect, the primrose bushes bared of their bloom." She shook her head sheepishly. "But, of course, you know this...... You were there......"

"Yes." Charles answered in a single breath. "A great many times, even when it was your universe, just as you described. But even decades later amidst the forlorn ruin, I still found traces of you..... The special little girl who lived in the pink house with the blue trim in the middle of the street. A pink Barbie bike left on the premises, coloured pictures in crayon hidden out by the cluster of pine trees in the corner. A pink sandal, without a mate in the flowerbed........"

Ally blushed deeper, looking at him in the way he so loved, like he was magic. "That was my special hiding place in the corner of the yard, by the biggest pine next to the electrical box."

"I know......."

"Which ones did you take, of the pictures?"

"The Christmas ones," He chortled, touching her feverish face. The one with you in the teal nightgown, posing in front of a colouring table, another of you hugging a life size Barbie with white-blonde, unusually long hair, and finally......... One of you, a little bit older, cradling in your arms a sweet black pup. Jewel, I think was her name, your favourite Christmas present, so says your mother's handwriting on the back........"

"Second favourite.........." Ally murmured in a sacred whisper, taking Charlie's hand, as she kissed the back of his fingers. "I adored Jewel, treasured every happy, romping moment with her, but YOU are my favourite Christmas present, Charles."

Charlie felt the emotion swelling in his chest, shimmering in his brightened eyes, his brow pulled back, soft. "I was gifted to you Christmas Day, wasn't I? We said our, "I do's," at midnight that magical Christmas Eve."

"Never was there a prettier wedding, nor a more devastatingly handsome groom. I'm glad you took them, Charles....... I'm glad...... you took me."

Charlie felt the tears fall and watched her Christmas tree eyes glisten likewise, scrunching his dark brow against hers, as he took her lips in a raw, emotional kiss.

Ally's tears mingled with his, each wearing the other's on their cheeks, and then he just held her, wrapping his arms tight around her feminine form with a heartfelt sigh.

"As am I...... Wife. My dove white couplet to a peculiar little poem that's long been unfinished. I've never known love like you......."

He gestured his gloved hand out to the charming cabin, waiting inviting in the distance, the peak of the eves decorated by diamond stars.

And now, here, in the setting of your happiest girlhood adventures, as the rest of the world falls away, leaving only immortal Adam and his evergreen Eve, shall we celebrate this love, this rosebud of a lovely, laughing little girl, who became the full bloom of My Beloved Wife, six months ago to the day. The December Man and his July Girl.

[finsterhund]

Hey I fucking broke my ankle lmao

“I could really use a break right now” I say as I struggle with my dog having terminal cancer, my roommate pushing my limits, my money being nonexistent, and barely getting one meal a day.

A finger on the monkey’s paw that is me ever wanting anything in life curls again. Must have been a pretty fucked up monkey because there’s a lot of fingers on this thing by now.

So yeah, life thought I wasn’t going through enough already so it added broken fucking ankle to the list of Finsterhund suffering hours.

“I wish I wasn’t broke” is another good one. “here have a different broke then lol. go fuck yourself you rotting corpse of a victorian boy piece of shit”

here’s the goods. Got ex roommate to take photo of the screen. Doctor did not let me email the high res version to myself.

I did not go “waaaiii” on the way down, unfortunately. Life just isn’t like a video game. Probably didn’t look funny either. In reality I am a silent faller/injurer/whatever. Survival instincts of child abuse survivor I land and stay there as quiet as possible. I “grew out of” signals for help before teenage years. Which is a blessing in disguise because I don’t like people looking at me when I am hurt. it’s the “baby deer waiting for mom to come back instinct” I hide from predators.

My brain didn’t really process it when it happened. I just fell and heard a SNAP. If I had watched a video of it happening to someone else I would have found it gross but fortunately my brain just let me ignore it.

I was mostly immediately scared that I had somehow damaged the FIFTY DOLLAR dog calming aid that I got for Cazza in the pet store. I needed something like it for her and just seeing it in person and not having to pay 30 dollar shipping I was like “yeah. getting it here” fortunately the only fragile part is a little plastic capsule that imitates a heartbeat, which was packaged inside the toy inside the box. I hope. I have not opened it.

But the reason I fell is because I was also carrying giant bag of dog food. You see my vet recommended I switch out her food in light of the potential heart disease link. So I got the biggest bag of the best chicken stuff they had. My roommate might try saying that it was because the bag was too heavy. It wasn’t. I could lift that shit just fine. Bag was impossible for my impaired depth perception cringe fail line of vision to see around. The same visual impairment that prevents me from being able to drive a car made me think that I could put my foot down on the curb of the sidewalk. Dumb ass thought I was stepping OVER the curb.

Fortunately the bag of dog food broke my fall. Otherwise I’d have probably smashed my nose and teeth on the pavement. I really hope the expensive puppy calming toy is unharmed :( I say as I have a fucking broken leg.

So yeah. If you’ve seen labyrinth where David Bowie playing Jareth the Goblin King walks over all those weird ass fucked up stairs and ledges that are all a manner of odd angles? Specifically where he just takes steps that are at an angle that you cannot actually walk? Yeah I fucked up Jareth platform stairs walked over the fucking curb and snapp my legs

yes, I said legs.

Only my left is technically broken. It’s a Webber A something or other. I have a sick as hell photo if you wanna see. It’s included in this post.

But my right foot also got fucking fucked up. That one it snapped a tendon or a ligament or whatever the fuck. Get this, it snapped off a small piece of the gottamn bone. It’s not a break but it’s like it came off like a splinter. I made a joke in the hospital about how it’s like when you throw a sticky hand at the wall and when you pull it back a piece of the paint comes off with it. That was really fucking funny but nobody laughed. My friend’s group chat thought it was funny though. I did not get a photo of that foot and the tiny cringe sticky hand paint sliver bone.

I am on pain meds better than my normal pain meds. I can barely feel the legs in bed now.

So back to the parking lot. I landed on the dog food bag. I am hoping the calmeroos puppy is not broken or damaged in any way, I heard the snap but my brain is not registering the snap. This hurts “like a normal fall” I think at first. It hurts a lot of course, but I have the pain tolerance of a truck (thanks for this one Will) and a “heartwarming” story from my youth is that my mom didn’t believe my arm was broken both times it happened because I wasn’t “in pain enough” so I’ve got the firsthand experience to back that up.

Yeah then I try to fucking move my goddamn legs. Left one, broken one, there’s noises. Like cracking pop sounds. And pain. God fuck. It feels like the foot is loose and it’s only connected by fleshy flesh and muscle and skin. Aka like how my dislocated shoulder (that my mom also dismissed because I didn’t scream enough... after the lifeguard had alreayd put it back in...) had felt when I was 12.

So I’m like “oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck I can’t get up or move” yeah my first response was “how the fuck am I going to escape?” I attempted to better myself to get up but absolutely not. Right foot feels like when I roll the damn thing which happens a lot. That *WAS* my bad ankle. sidkfjsdkfjskdf not anymore!!!!!

So an important note is that I’m technically better about my severe agoraphobia that my roommate can let me go into a store by myself provided he’s no more than a couple stores away. So while I’m waiting for a predator to pick my weak ass off outside the petstore he’s in the dollar store next door where I was supposed to meet him after putting the dog food in the car. The car I am now sitting next to. I have no way to get his attention because my phone is dead and also in my bedroom because it’s useless when not plugged into the wall.

Luckily the people parked next to us come out the store and see Mr fuck leg the fucked leg boy sitting on his bag of dog food between the cars and bless this family they help me out. By trying to get roommate out of the dollar store. Which doesn’t work. So they get the dollar store manager. Who then gets roommate out of the store. I was probably sitting there for 10 minutes or so. They had kids so I’m really trying not to let them see how fucked up the rapidly growing ankle balloon is.

But yeah. Eventually roommate come out the dollar store. And get this, he does the same shit my mom did every time anything ever fucking happened to me and is all “okay if it were really broken you’d be screaming right now” as I’m finally able to prop myself up enough to get into the car. That fucking triggered me real bad and I had a breakdown in the car while he went back into the dollar store to continue shopping.

Then we went to get food.

Then we went to costco.

He said that he would take me home and then if it was “still bad tomorrow” he’d take me to the ER.

So he tries to help me out of the car to the house.

I cannot put weight on the right leg either. It is agony. He’s trying to support the bad leg but the other leg need support too. A weaker man would have screamed but I just dropped to the parking lot ground and cried.

Made an attempt to crawl to the house but the gravel on my knees was just too much on top of everything else.

So FINALLY the ER is back on the menu. Ex roommate comes out because I need someone to support each foot. And they take me to their car and they drive me to the ER and I’m trying to eat a baconator while my foot is reminding me that we should have stayed as tiktaalik. you know, not fucking biped I want semi aquatic too please please please youre nothing

The wheelchairs in the ER are designed to offer full body support but the damn things are so hard to maneuver around and cannot be user operated. So I was sitting there having to get pushed around feeling like a dumb fuck because I hate needing assistance to move I hate it I hate it I hate it. I kept reaching down expecting to find the wheel handles but they weren’t there.

ER was... fun. There was a cool cartoon I’ve never seen before “Craig of the Creek” playing on the TV. I really want to see more of it I really liked it. But a fucking anti vax guy (YEAH REALLY) was swearing and bitching because there were kids shows on the TV This show was the only comfort I fucking had. Craig was spoonfeeding me comfort with his little freeze to death without your winter clothes adventure (RIP to him but I’m different)

But yeah. Once being treated it was all really nice. My ability to make constant jokes about fucked up injury death and suffering is a really good stress relief. Shout out to the xray tech who totally understood I use dark humor to cope and in response to my joke about how if I was a horse they'd just shoot me that I would “make wonderful glue” the other people were also very kind but I kinda felt they were intimidated by how “jovial” I was about the whole thing. Like yeah. I’m “handling it well” because that’s my whole strategy. Inside I’m screaming “please not the plates please not the plates please not the plates” (I am scared of having metal plates and screws.) Fortunately the stupid little cringe bone broke just low enough on the bone that I don’t have to get the plates and screws. I was literally begging Spot and she answered.

In my moment of weakness I decided that the true nature of the “Spot Power” is that she makes it so that when I’m going through shit I’m always “being so brave about it”

I kept thinking about how Cazza thought I had abandoned her though and while roommate did give her her evening walkies she was stressed and puked on the walk. Which fucking ruined my life and I cried more hearing that than the fucking leg.

So yeah. In canada crutches and the foot boot actually cost money. I’m out like 100 dollars. Plus like 30 because roommate wanted gas. I’m just used to it by now. I definitely need to plug Cazza’s gofundme again now though. Have no clue how I’m even going to take her to her appointments. I am hesitant to hope that roommate will give her as good walks as she needs.

There were more tears over the fact that I was going to fail Cazza than that I actually broke my fucking ankle.

This shouldn’t be a shock. I knew that eventually my visual impairment and my physical disability were going to team up on me and fuck up my body even worse somehow. Always thought it was going to be stairs though. A small comfort is apparently the x ray department has had four other people come in about the exact same curb. Yeah I kid you not. The curb between the redacted dollar store and the redacted pet store confirmed for Heart of Darkness 2: Andy Ankle Adventure

They were supposed to give me more pain meds but I guess I didn’t pick them up or they forgot or something. My brain is fried so i have no idea at all.

Crutches are a massive learning curve for someone with depth issues and balance issues. I almost fell face first on the goddamn crutches several times. If I wasn’t broke and you know, if I couldn’t fucking not leg broken walk leg I would go to hardware store and make a wheeling seat thing like those scooters in gym class and then I’d have Cazza pull me on walks. That would work.

Big issue is in and out of our place is fucking stairs. Yeah. I crawled up them on hands and knees. No way in hell with my already fucking broken mobility could I go crutches up them. I have to hold onto railing or I fall down stairs so crawling it was.

I can technically take the boot off to sleep but the tightness makes it so much better so fuck that. Wish I had the rolling elementary school gym class scooter so I could drag myself around the house.

Cazza doted on me like nothing else. She tried to brace me going up the stairs but she’s not big enough for what I’d need with this fucking leg problem. She helped me change out of my clothes though. Even though she’ll never be certified she’s still my everything.

The she cuddled close to me until I had calmed down and now she’s fast asleep in her bed. I am so glad I ended up giving her her bath before going out.

I am going to attempt to make it to my bloodwork appointment tomorrow. I have rescheduled that due to chemo appointments too many times.

I can’t remember if I’m forgetting anything else. Honestly my roommate telling me the exact same shit my mom did just fucking hurt so bad. I think I know my own body better than you do. Like I’ve told him about how she didn’t believe me and I had to beg her to take me to the hospital and he ended up doing the exact same shit. All because I didn’t outwardly exhibit being in enough pain apparently.

I just hate how being disabled you always have to fucking prove you’re disabled. Like I was expected to somehow walk back to the house and up the stairs but when I got to go to the ER yeah fucking broken lol.

I just wish I had parents. I need taking care of. I always did and I never got it.

I’m scared for the future. I don’t know how I’m going to manage or how I’m going to provide for Cazza.

I wish breaking my ankle could have made Cazza’s cancer go away

[singledarkshade]

First Steps

Summary: Now a single father living in one time period for the rest of his life, Rip has to find his son a proper home, get him educated and learn to be part of the family who has adopted them as one of their own. Which is not something that is coming easy to him. Author’s Note: This is the sequel to Small Miracle. Enjoy.

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Part One Rip eased his sleeping son out the back of Joe’s car while Cisco gathered up the boy’s things and the gifts he’d got at the zoo that day.

“Daddy,” Jonas moaned softly.

“Hush,” Rip soothed rubbing Jonas’ back in slow circles, “We’re home now.”

Jonas mumbled something wrapping his arms and legs around his father as he fell asleep again against Rip’s shoulder.

“Thank you for taking us today, Joe,” Rip said to the man driving the car.

Joe nodded, “Iris and Barry always loved the zoo. I’m glad Jonas enjoyed it too.”

“See you later, Joe,” Cisco called as the car drove away and they started up to the apartment.

Rip took Jonas into their room and quickly changed his pliant son into his pyjamas settling him under the covers, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead.

This was the end of their second week here, the first full one since the Legends had left him. Rip was still trying to get his head around living in one time period but at least Jonas seemed to have settled in.

Tidying up the room he was currently sharing with his son Rip stopped for a moment and just watched the child sleep. Cisco was ordering dinner and then introducing him to another ‘classic’ movie. It had become a ritual over the past two weeks that Cisco would pick a movie for Jonas to watch then after the boy went to bed would pick another for Rip.

His reasoning was that he was educating them in pop culture which apparently Rip’s knowledge of was ‘woeful’.

Despite protesting every so often, Rip actually enjoyed the evenings watching movies especially when Jonas would sit cuddled up against him occasionally asking questions.

Returning to the lounge Rip frowned as he realised Cisco was arguing with Gideon. He’d used the transport discs to allow her access to the apartment. Unfortunately for Cisco this meant she had control over his TV and other media devices.

“Gideon,” Cisco stood in the centre of the room, arms folded in annoyance, “Just play the movie.”

“I find it offensive,” she replied.

“What’s wrong?” Rip asked.

Cisco waved his hands in annoyance, “She’s refusing to play the movie.”

“Gideon?” Rip called.

“The movie that Mr Ramon has chosen is insulting,” Gideon replied.

With a long sigh Rip rubbed his hand across his eyes, “Why?”

“It is a film about an Artificial Intelligence who is killing people,” Gideon told him sharply.

“Like you couldn’t take over the world if you wanted?” Cisco called at her before turning to Rip, “Terminator is a classic movie and one you need to know.”

Rip rolled his eyes at his friend, “Gideon, we are guests here. This is Cisco’s home so he can watch whatever he wants.”

“Captain...”

“When we move you can have a say then,” Rip promised.

The silence that answered made him smile slightly.

“Gideon,” Cisco spoke up, “Try not to think about the devices used for the storytelling and instead pay attention to the story. You might enjoy it.”

Rip dropped onto the couch trying not to smile too much.

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  Cisco checked his watch, if he was right then the train got in about ten minutes ago so their guest would be here soon. Rip was working on completely integrating Gideon into the Star Labs systems. She was currently running the building’s security as everyone agreed that was needed first and, despite the occasional disagreements over his film choices, Cisco was happy to have her there.

Jonas was currently in the small room just off the one Cisco was sitting in they’d set up for him. The boy was playing with the masses of Lego that Joe had given him. Rip protested that they had to stop buying the boy things only to be told it had once been Iris and Barry’s Lego so was simply being passed on.

“Mr Ramon,” Gideon told him, “There are two visitors at the main entrance.”

Checking the screen Cisco smiled, “That’s who we’re waiting for though one more than I was expecting. Let them in, Gideon and tell Rip they’re here.”

“Should I add them to the list of accepted individuals?” Gideon asked.

“Definitely,” Cisco called as he headed to meet their guests. The elevator opened and he grinned at Felicity Smoak and Oliver Queen, “Hi guys, welcome back.”

  “So,” Felicity said, “That was different. Have you finally upgraded your security?”

Cisco chuckled, “Oh we have. Just wait, you will be supremely jealous.”

“Where is your time traveller?” Oliver asked as he followed on behind them.

“Former time traveller,” Cisco corrected, “And he’s going to meet us in the lab,” he stopped and turned to Oliver, “He’s safe, he’s not going to hurt any of us and he is trying to raise his son. This is us trying to help him. Okay?”

Oliver held up his hands, “I promise to be nice.”

Felicity chuckled following on to the control room.

Cisco took his seat and watched their friends as they looked into the room where Jonas was sitting with his father. If anyone had any doubts about Rip and his intentions they were always dispelled the moment they saw the man with his little boy.

“Gideon,” Cisco said softly so the others didn’t hear him, “Let him know we’re here.”

Rip glanced up when Gideon advised him they were waiting, he quickly kissed his son’s forehead settling him back down with his toys.

“Mr Queen, Miss Smoak,” Rip greeted as he entered the room, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

Cisco looked up at him mischievously, “So you’ve not met them in their future and your past?”

Rip frowned at him as Oliver then Felicity shook his hand.

“Okay,” Felicity grinned, “Ray asked me to set you up with a bank account, but we still have to work on an identity for you before I can give you access. That is what I am here to do.”

“I’m here to keep her company on the journey,” Oliver added, “Is that Lego?”

Rip smiled, “I’ll introduce you.”

  “I could have done this for Captain Hunter,” Gideon stated as Felicity and Cisco set up.

Felicity stared at her friend, “Who? What?”

“You remember Gideon from the Waverider,” Cisco grinned, “She decided to stay here with Rip and Jonas so she’s taking over Star Labs systems. And we know, Gideon but this allows us to set up something we can connect with us as well.”

“That is so cool,” Felicity said, glancing over she watched Rip introduce Oliver to Jonas.

Oliver sat down beside the boy and started building with the bricks assuring Rip they’d be fine.

“Let’s get this over with,” Rip sighed dropping into a seat where he could keep an eye on Jonas.

Cisco clapped his friend’s arm, “You need an identity to get a house as well as a car and get Jonas a proper education.”

“Mr Ramon is correct, Captain,” Gideon noted.

Rip rolled his eyes, “Thank you, Gideon.”

Felicity took a deep breath and opened the file she had prepared, “Alright. Let’s start with the easy questions. Name? I’m assuming you will be using the surname Hunter as that is the one your son is used to.”

Rip nodded.

“What about your first name?” Felicity asked as she typed, “Because I don’t know many people called Rip, is it short for something?”

“It’s not actually my name,” Rip replied wincing at the looks he was being given, he sighed, “Time Masters chose a name to hide their identities so that someone can’t target their ancestors.”

“I do need a name for your identity,” Felicity told him.

“Captain,” Gideon’s voice came before Rip tilted his head in the way Cisco had learned meant she was speaking to him privately through the communicator Rip kept in his ear at all times.

“Are you sure that won’t be detrimental to the timeline, Gideon?” Rip asked softly before nodding, “Michael,” he told them quietly, “The name I was raised with is Michael.”

Felicity and Cisco shared a quick look realising how personal a piece of information the man had just given them even if he phrased in a rather bizarre way.

“Michael Hunter,” Felicity smiled, “I like it.”

Cisco suddenly leaned over and added a detail.

“Michael Ripley Hunter?” Felicity asked, “Really?”

Cisco rolled his eyes, “Well if someone wants to know why we call him Rip then we need to have a reason.”

“And that is a reason?” Rip asked confused.

“When you were at school there were so many Michaels in the class that you all got a nickname,” Cisco explained, “You were called Rip from your middle name and it stuck. Does that make sense?”

Rip frowned, “Strangely, yes.”

  It took them about an hour to go through details for Rip’s background which once they were in the system would allow him to finally start looking properly for a home for them. Rip glanced over to his son’s playroom watching the legendary Green Arrow building a Lego tower with Jonas. Glancing to the side he saw Felicity was watching as well with a smile on her face.

“Okay,” Cisco said bringing their attention back to work, “I think this is finished. What’s the next step?”

Felicity started to type quickly, “I am connecting with the ARGUS system now and Lyla has promised this will be as if it was a real identity.”

“Thank you, Miss Smoak,” Rip told her.

Cisco rolled his eyes, “Come on man, we have gone over this.”

“I have just met her,” Rip retorted, “And she hasn’t given me permission to use her name.”

Felicity looked at them completely confused, “What are you talking about?”

“We’re trying to teach Rip that family use first names,” Cisco explained while the man in question rolled his eyes, “Can you just give him permission to call you Felicity so we can move on?”

Still a little bemused she nodded, “Of course.”

Cisco smiled smugly at Rip who simply sighed.

“Okay,” Felicity said, “Now we’ve sorted that, we need to go over the accounts Ray set up for you. Cisco, go away.”

“What?”

“This is for Rip only,” Felicity waved him away, “Out now.”

At her order Cisco muttered under his breath heading to his lab to check some things.

“Okay, Rip,” Felicity brought up the accounts Ray had asked her to set up for him, “Here they are. This one is for Jonas, by the time he’s ready for college this should have at least doubled if the investments go as Ray predicts. I’m currently the other trustee on the account but if you want to change that let me know.”

“You obviously know what you’re doing, Felicity,” Rip told her, “I’m happy for you to remain the trustee.”

“Okay,” Felicity smiled at him, “Your other account.”

Rip eyes widened when Felicity brought up the second bank account Ray had set up. Despite the others teasing that he wasn’t well-versed in normality Rip was well aware how much money Ray had given him.

“Is that right?” Rip asked softly.

Felicity nodded, “He wanted to make sure you had enough to get a good place to live.”

“I could buy three houses with this,” Rip whispered.

She smiled, “Then you should start looking.”

  Rip smiled at the tower Jonas and Oliver had built, watching Oliver lift the boy to finish it.

“Wow,” Rip made them both turn, “That’s amazing.”

“It’s bigger than me,” Jonas grinned running to Rip when Oliver put him down.

Rip chuckled, “I can see that. It’s very impressive.”

Jonas beamed.

“How about we go and get some lunch?” Rip asked glancing at the other man, “With our new friends?”

Oliver nodded, “Sure.”

“Yeah,” Jonas grinned.

Rip knew his son liked how many people were in his life these days. It was one thing both he and Miranda always felt guilty about was how much they had to keep their son secreted away. At the time they thought that keeping him hidden would keep him safe from the Time Masters.

How wrong they were.

Now however Jonas had plenty of people who were willing to play with him and Rip was grateful for how they all took the little boy as part of their family.

“Come on,” he held his hand out to Jonas, “Let’s go get lunch.”

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Keep Your Enemies Close*Sebastian Smythe

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Can you do an imagine where Sebastian and reader and secretly dating and no one on the New Directions knows but then they get caught in Sebastian’s dorm room kissing?

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 Sebashtian X GenderNeutral!Reader

The idea that we should hate the warblers just because they’re our competition is ridiculous. Glee’s all about bringing music lovers together so we can make friends. Can't we all just be one?

What I really mean is cAN THEY JUST GET OVER IT SO I CAN KISS MY BOYFRIEND!?

I’d met Sebastian before I even knew he was a warbler. We went on a couple dates before it even came up. And when it did we didn’t mind that much. A little friendly competition. Plus doing duets with a boyfriend is actually a really cool way to spend a date.

When New Directions and the Warblers started feuding we agreed not to tell them despite the Warblers knowing.

Maybe it’s, because it's an all-boys school or them, aren’t as petty but theirs so much less drama. If we told the New Directions, they wouldn’t be happy. Hell, they might kick me out.

When I told Sebastian, he didn’t believe me…until I told him about Jesse. Sure, Jesse did turn out to be a bad guy, but Sebastian didn’t even know I was in glee when we met.

 Glee club was normally fun but right now their all arguing over whether we should do something to the Warblers. Rachel wants to do a sing-off, Mr Shue wants to make peace, Finn wants to break some headlights, and Santana wants to break some kneecaps.

As their fighting, I take a back seat. And something somewhat relevant is that I'm texting Bash who’s also bored in practice. They need to practise a trio act for a local event, so he and some other warblers are able to have a break.

“What do you think (Y/N)?” I pause writing my message and look up to see Rachel standing with her hands on her hips “Shouldn't we show them what we're made of?”

Normally I’m a petty betty but not this time “Honestly I think you should chill. Getting worked up just shows them your scared their gonna win.” I shrug. My answers based in truth since Bash and I had been talking about it last night.

Everyone stared at me, wide-eyed “Who replaced you? Are you malfunctioning?” Kurt asked.

“I just can't be bothered wasting our time and effort when we could be practising.”

“(Y/N) is right,” Mr Shue cuts in “We should be practising. C’mon, everyone start to warm up. We practise in 5.”

I sigh and finish my text, telling Bash I had to go.

Y – Gotta go. Love you

S – love you too. Love your eyes and hair and perfect personality. Love everything about you especially the fact I can call you mine. Can't wait to see you after school

An involuntary smile spreads across my face. Everyone might think he's the devil but if anything, he’s an angel who fell but gets back up.

“What you smiling at?” I snap my head up to see Rory trying to look at my phone.

I quickly put it on standby so all he sees is a black screen. “Nothing.”

“OH, (Y/N) is texting a boy” He sang. This gathered some attention.

“You have a boyfriend?”

“Since when?”

“You talk to boys?”

“Who is it?”

I groan “I'm not talking to anyone.”

“Sure” Rory drags out his word “Then pray tell us why you were grinning like you found a pot of gold.”

I was silent for a moment “My mom made brownies.”

“Your mom can't bake,” Blaine points out “So who's the boy toy?”

“Have you lot got nothing better to do than talk about my lack of love life?” I cross my arms over my chest.

“Maybe practise?” Mr Shue suggests.

I'm grateful they're forced to drop the subject. But I'm even more grateful its last period and I can go see Seb after.

 I watch the clock tick tick tick, and as soon as the second land hits 12 I grab my bag. Ring. I'm out the door the second it rings.

One of the warblers, John, has a car and was on a coffee run so said he could take me over to Dalton after school. I had to be quick though. For one, so I wasn’t rude, and two because his car didn’t exactly fit in.

It's no secret that Dalton students are well off. Especially since my ride drove a shiny black Range Rover. It contrasts the dented, banged up cars people from my school drive.

Jumping in the car I inhale the luxury car smell. “When I get my licence, you have got to hook a friend up,” I tell him.

He chuckles “You know my dad owns the dealership. Thiers a friends and family discount,”

I sigh a sigh of happiness as I lean back into the seat, fastening my belt. “Let's get out of here. It's bringing down the value of your car.”

“Trust me, I know.”

Honestly, since dating Seb, the warblers have become some of my closest friends. Like in uptown girl they actually are intrigued by how ‘normal’ people live. Last weekend some of us went to a normal café for lunch and some of them got confused since the food names were in English.

 I only talk with the Warblers for around a minutes before Sebastian pulls me aside “Hey, you left your book in my dorm. Come to get it?” Which was code for ‘I want to be alone with you and you better start walking quick or I'm not responsible for my actions’.

  Santana’s POV

That (Y/N) is a slippery one. During a short practise break, I walk over to Kurt, hair gel, and Mercedes. “Something's up with (Y/N) and I don’t like it.”

“Huh?”

I roll my eyes at Mercedes. “They're never off their phone, they practically sprint out of school, and when was the last time they hung out after school or at weekends?” I cross my arms.

They all only suddenly seem to realise “Your right. They are being strange.” Kurt says.

“Duh. That’s why I'm here.”

“Well, what are we meant to do? They're not gonna tell us.” Hair gel buts in.

I roll my eyes like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “We follow them.”

 So, hair gel backed out. Something about morals or something. But Mercedes and Kurt were down. Like I thought they basically ran out of the room. We were hot on their tails.

But this got the attention of everyone's least favourite couple. “Where are you going?” Rachel and Finn ran to keep up with us.

I looked as they got into a nice ass car and sped off. “Hey, can we borrow your car.” It wasn’t really a question and I was already by his passenger door.

“Wha- “

“It’s an emergency,” Kurt told him.

We managed to convince him, but he and Berry decided to come. We managed to get 3 or 4 cars behind them, so we could still see them.

Then they turned into Dalton? Are they trying to steal (Y/N)? everyone shares a look and Finn turns in.

When we walk in I walk over to the first boy I see; a small skinny nerdy kid with thicker glasses than his skull “Hey, dork.” I walk over “You seen (Y/N). ‘Bout this tall- “I went to describe them, but he cut me off.

“Yeah, she went with Sebastian.” He answered almost instantly.

I looked back to everyone else with a confused look, matching theirs, “Where are they?”

  (Y/N) POV

Times like these are the best. Its quiet, peaceful, and we don’t have to worry about time or someone walking in and seeing Seb’s tongue down my throat.

His dorm mate has gaming club till 6 so we have 2 and a half hours. Plus, in Dalton, they have a code. No, not the standard tie or sock over the door. Instead if there’s a school bag by the door they get the memo. Alone time. Or if you have a partner together time.

“You're beautiful,” Seb murmured against my lips.

“I love you.”

His thumb strokes over my cheek, almost touching my lip “I'm in awe of you. I didn’t realise you could love someone this much.” However, his mood seems to change slightly when he rolls us so he’s on top of me “Or that someone could be this hot.”

He kisses me harder than before, becoming more intense. His hands roam my body as mine tug on his hair, making him groan.

I know where this is going to lead, especially when I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer.

Its pure bliss until “What the fuck!” Our heads both snapped to the side to see 5 shocked looking New Directions standing in the doorway, holding the backpack.

Sebastian drops his head into the crook of my neck, murmur “Of fucking course.” While I lay there stunned.

Quickly I detach my legs and drop my hands. Sebastian looks up from my neck “Can you like leave? were in the middle of something.” I didn’t even know what to say.

“Yeah defiling our friend!” Kurt accuses.

Sebastian smirks “(Y/N) wasn’t complaining. Not even when I- “

“I don’t want to hear it!” Finn said, shaking his head.

I tap Sebastian's shoulder, making him look at me “Didn’t we talk about not telling them?”

“I think they’ve figured it out, babe.”

“Babe?!” Santana screeches.

Sensing this wasn’t going to be over quickly Sebastian sat up, letting me do the same. I smoothed down my hair, seeing Mercedes shake her head out the corner of my eyes. “I can't believe this. You're fraternizing with the enemy.”

“Keep your enemies close?” I try. They shake their heads. I sigh, sitting up properly. “Look, you guys don’t get a say in this. We met, not knowing that we were in glee clubs. We also, unlike you, aren’t afraid of a little competition. And we enjoy spending time with each without involving music. So, get over it.”

“What if you give away all out secrets?” Rachel asked in her high-pitched voice. “Then what?”

“Why would I do that? I want to wipe the floor with them.”

“Not a chance” Bash said.

I roll my eyes “Honey when we were singing Taylor Swift Love Story you were flatter than a 12-year-old girl. I have nothing to worry about.”

“At least we can dance.” He countered.

“Oh yes, how boyband chic” I roll my eyes. “Your just mad because you and the boys are going to have to pay up.”

“Pay up?” Mercedes asked.

I turned to them, having almost forgetting they were still their “Oh yeah we have a bet on. If the warblers win, I’ll have to clean every one of their bedrooms. But if we win- “

“-we all have to work for (Y/N) for a week. As PA’s, cooks, cleaners, or whatever their twisted hearts decides.”

Kurt shook his head “I still don’t approve. You’re just using (Y/N) to hurt them. You probably don’t even like them- “

“Don’t you ever say that again,” Sebastian stood up. I tried to grab his hand, but he moved. Apparently, when he brought me up to his dad he had highly discouraged the relationship and was now very defensive. “You don’t get it because your too wrapped up in your own problems. But I love (Y/N). I would rather quit the warblers than break up. Hell, I’d even start buying target clothes rather than breakup.”

I almost gasped. Sebastian's wardrobe was probably more expensive than all my possessions combined. Lucky bastard.

“Then do it. We’ll only ever approve if you quit Glee.” Santana glared at him, arms crossed.

He looked at me “Fine. I’ll text the warblers now.” He reached for his phone.

“No!” I grabbed it out of his hand “Your all being ridiculous. You don’t get a say in our relationship. And you're not quitting glee. You’ve been dancing since you were 3 and singing for years and I'm not going to be the person who gets in the way.”

“It’s the only way.” Santana stood strong.

Mercedes, Finn, and even Kurt seemed to be a little conflicted, but Rachel and Satan stood strong. “Fine,” I shrugged “I quit Glee. Good luck finding someone to learn my choreography in 2 weeks and getting a new member.”

Rachel and Santana looked at each other “Fine,” Rachel sighed “You can…do whatever this is,” she gestured at us with a disgusted look “But no spilling secrets!”

“Didn’t plan on it.” She nodded.

Santana walked over to shake on it. After Sebastian said, “Now can you all leave, we were in the middle of something.”

“Ew,” Santana said, holding her hands in the air with a shaking head as she left.

“Oh and put the bag back.”

“Why?”

“Teachers found out about the tie, not bags.”

“EW!”

[exoticarmy127]

Sunset Boys (BTS, OC) Part 2

PARTS | 01

The house was pretty.

Sunny thought that if she was being forced to stay here then at least the place she would be staying in was nice. The ride going there was equally charming with its winding sandy roads and the sight of the ocean stretching on her right in a calming blue across the horizon.

When the car finally slowed to a stop, Sunny gaped up a small hill from her window where a yellow, two-story house sat, facing the most gorgeous beach view. They climbed up the wooden steps and she smiled when she saw the cute, wooden, picket-fenced house up close.

“Welcome home.” Jun said as he opened the front door and motioned for her to go in. “Well, at least for the next few weeks.”

Sunny was too busy marveling at the place to even comment. The interior was pretty simple and felt very homey. White walls covered the inside with carved wooden paneling and a yellow birch hardwood flooring. In the foyer, there was a huge portrait hung of a man in a sailor’s uniform (Jun explained it was from the original owner of the house and just decided to keep it because removing it would ruin the whole aesthetic of the interior design), and in the living room was a bookshelf, a TV set and small coffee table in front of a comfy two-seater couch. A balcony double-door stood at the opposite side with sheer white drapes dancing in the wind against it, letting in the scent of fresh air and saltwater.

“I usually do my work in my study,” Jun pointed at the door at the opposite end of the hall. Sunny knew her father was a writer and nodded as he pointed to his office. “So, that’s where you’ll usually find me. Other than that room, you’re free to go about the house. Bringing friends over is okay but no parties—”

“Dad.” Sunny chuckled, stopping him. Her mother warned her that he hadn’t had much parenting experience and that she should take it easy on him. “It’s okay. I know, and I don’t really ‘party’.” She smiled at the look of relief that washed over his face. “Can I borrow some books, though?” She glanced at the shelf beside her.

Jun’s eyes twinkled at the mention of books. “You... like to read as well?”

Sunny nodded. She suddenly felt a little shy, since her love from reading was basically fostered by him. Not particular by him but the books he wrote. When she was younger, she believed that if she read his books, she would feel closer to him; that she would at least get to know her father and maybe understand the reason why he left them in the first place. As the thought surfaced, Sunny realized that the latter was partly the reason she agreed to live here for the summer…

“Yeah...I... I read your books. They were really great.”

She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it but her father’s eyes seemed to water beneath his glasses. A couple of seconds passed before he cleared his throat; averting his gaze and removing his glasses to wipe it against his sleeve.  

“Oh, that’s...” he let out a shaky breath, smiling. “That’s wonderful, Sunny. Really wonderful.”

An awkward silence settled between them once more so, Sunny let her eyes wander across the room, her gaze settling on a desk right beside the doorway leading to the dining room where several photo frames stood. Her gaze softened when she spotted a familiar wedding photo.

The doorbell sounded all of a sudden and Jun excused himself to get it, leaving Sunny to check out the photos. She smiled upon seeing a shot of her mother and she from when Sunny was probably ten years old. They were smiling brightly, her mother’s arms wrapped against her little waist as she leaned her chin on her shoulder. There was another where her mother was carrying her on her arm, standing at the base of a hill with the yellow house just behind them. As she surveyed the frames, Sunny realized that all of the pictures where of them: her father, mother and she. No one else. The fact made her heart warm and she felt her initial discomfort disappearing, uncoiling in the pit of her stomach.

“Oh, hello there.”

Sunny spun around at the unfamiliar voice, surprised to see an equally unfamiliar boy in a sleeveless shirt and shorts, carrying a big box in his arms.

“Uh…hi.” She mumbled, a little mesmerized by his smile. She never thought anything could look so bright.

“You must be Sunny.” He said as he passed her, moving towards the kitchen to her left. Sunny pressed her lips and followed him, watching him move around the room swiftly and with ease like he lived there all his life. He placed the goods from the box and into their respective cabinets, placing chilled items in the refrigerator, arranging the fruits in a bowl on the table, and even filling up the water dispenser.

“Thanks, Hoseok. I really appreciate you delivering on short notice.” Jun walked in with a couple of plastic bags and placed them on the dining room table. Whatever was in those bags smelled amazing… like grilled squid and butter-sautéed shrimp.

“No problem, Mr. White. Always happy to help.”

Sunny bit her lip to prevent from smiling. She bet Hoseok was named employee of the month several times with that million-dollar smile.

“Oh! This is my daughter, Sunny.”

Hoseok’s gaze turned towards her, then reached out his hand to shake. “Hoseok Jung. But you can call me Hobi.”

“Hobi?” She asked with a smile as she took his hand. They were slightly calloused, but so very warm.

“My friends call me that. Actually, almost everyone on the island do.” He chuckled. “Are you staying for long?”

“For the remaining of the summer. If she likes it here, she might go to Seafare in the fall.” Jun answered for her, the mention of the school making Sunny wince a little. She wasn’t even sure about staying.

“Oh, that’s where I go!” Hoseok—Hobi— grinned.  “If ever you need someone to show you around, I’ll be happy to do that.”

Sunny smiled at the offer, unsure how she already felt so comfortable around him even when they had just met.

“Uh, cool. Thanks.”

“Oh and hey, it’s Friday today and there’s usually a band playing at Seb’s. It’s around eight. You should come!” Hobi invited then glanced at Jun with a polite smile. “If you don’t have plans already that is. And of course, you’re invited too, Mr. White!”

Jun chuckled. “I think I’m a little too old to be joining you kids on a Friday night.” He glanced at Sunny with a chuckle. “But you should go, honey. Great way to get to know everyone. Most of the kids your age hang-out there.”

“Awesome!” Hobi looked back at her. “Hope to see you later then, yeah?” Sunny only smiled. “I better get going. I have another delivery.”

They bid their goodbyes and Sunny watched him from the balcony; getting into a rusty red truck and driving away, leaving smoke and dust behind.

“Hoseok Jung.” Jun said behind her, making her turn at the fond tone in his voice. “He’s a good kid. He’s one of the first people I met on the island...well, it was actually his mother and he was just ten, then. I practically watched him grow up.”

A certain heaviness fell upon Sunny’s chest; almost melancholic but mixed with annoyance. She would never admit it out loud, but she felt a little jealous at the fact that her father had watched Hobi grow, someone who wasn’t even his family, while he let himself be away from his only daughter for years.

“Um. Yeah… I’m going to go up to rest up a bit.” She turned from him and made her way inside when Jun called:

“Oh? Don’t you want to eat first? There’s some shrimp. I know you love those.”

She did. But just because he knew that, didn’t mean he would easily be forgiven for the other things he missed.

“Not hungry.” There was a pause and Sunny ignored how Jun’s expression fell.

“Oh, okay. Well your room’s upstairs. First door on the right.”

“Thanks.” She said and left without another word nor a glance at her father.

“How’s the island, sweetheart?” Her mother, Hanna, asked. Sunny had called her the moment she got settled in her room. She was lying in her canopy bed with the balcony doors open to let the cool summer winds in.

“It’s great. Really pretty.”

“Did you make new friends already?”

“I was barely here for two hours, mom.” Sunny chuckled as she toyed with a loose thread on her cardigan. “But I did meet someone… a Hobi.”

“You met a hobbit?”

“No!” She laughed. “His name is Hobi, but he’s real name’s Hoseok. Hobi’s just his nickname.”

“Nickname basis already? See? You did make a new friend!”

“I guess.” She snorted then remembered the young blue-eyed captain at the port. “I got to chat with the boat’s captain a while ago too. It was weird…” she suddenly thought back to when the boy had waved and spoken to the water but said instead: “He looked way too young to be manning a ship, in my opinion.”

“And that’s girl language for: he’s really cute?”

“Eh.” She shrugged, confirming nor denying it. Jungkook was cute. That was until he started talking to the water. That just made him strange…and every girl knew that the cute strange ones were the ones you had to watch out for.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Hanna chuckled. “I miss you already.”

Sunny rolled her eyes. “Then why did you send me off here?”

“Sweetheart, you know why.”

She doesn’t really. But Sunny was good at pretending to understand. She spent years doing it that it was almost too easy letting the lie slip from her lips.

“I know. It’s just…awkward around him.”

“I know, love. But trust me, you need this right now.”

“Need this? Why?” She asked but she was just met by silence on the other line. “Mom?”

“Everything will make sense soon, Sunny. I promise.”

If there was one thing Sunny hated, it was being kept in the dark. She wasn’t sure why her mother was speaking in riddles or why her father had suddenly wanted to take her in for the summer after many years of being away. After leaving them—leaving her—without an explanation.

“What are you keeping from me?” She asked, getting to the point and not bothering to hide the frustration in her tone. She had enough of secrets. For once, she just wanted a straight and honest answer.

There was a voice in the background, a call from one of Hanna’s colleagues in the firm, she supposed. Hanna sighed and Sunny just knew her honest and straight answer would have to wait yet again.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“Okay.” Sunny replied flatly before hanging up and lying down the pillows with a huff. She rubbed her forehead and willed herself to relax; to not stress about the previous conversation. It was summertime and she should be having fun under the sun. But she just felt trapped in the dark, somehow; knee-deep in secrets and reasons she wanted to make sense of but nobody was giving her any clues or straight answers.

She closed her eyes and sighed deeply, until her breathing slowed in a calm rhythm, finally letting sleep take over her.

A couple of hours later, Sunny woke up to a pink sky and the sun hanging low in the horizon. She gawked at the sight from her balcony, seeing the sun, a bright orange shade, looking like it was taking a dip in the waters. She looked down at her watch to check the time, and remembered Hobi’s invitation earlier that day.

Better than staying here, she thought and proceeded to put on a simple dress and flip flops, deciding to take Hobi’s offer on going to Seb’s.

Before she left for the island, her mother had reminded her to ‘have fun’. For someone who worked for a law firm and was currently raising a teenager, many would find it a weird request for a mother to actually encourage her child to go out and party. But it was only because Sunny was unlike most kids her age. She would rather stay in on a Friday night, choosing Netflix and chill over house parties.  

But Sunny knew her mother was right. She should meet new people and get to know the island, at least. It would be good to know some faces.

The house was quiet when she climbed down to the first floor. The balcony doors were shut and the drapes tied up, showing a view of the sky that had now turned dark through the glass, and the vast sea looking like an endless void. Turning towards the opposite hall, Sunny made her way to the room where she supposed her father would be.

She knocked once upon arriving at the study and heard shuffles before the door swung open, revealing Jun with his glasses askew and hair disheveled like he had ran his fingers through them several times in exasperation.

“Sunny.” His eyes widened slightly but stepped aside to let her through. “Come in—”

“No need.” She said, smiling politely, eyes glancing over his shoulder and glimpsing papers stacked messily on his work table. “I just came to say that I’ll be heading to Seb’s.”

Jun blinked once, twice then nodded as the realization hit him. “Oh! Yes, of course. Hobi’s invite. Yes… would you like me to take you?”

“No, it’s okay. Although, directions would be nice.”

Jun looked a little sad that she had refused but nodded anyway and gave her directions. “It’s just down the road by the wharf, a 10-minute walk. There’s a sign. You won’t miss it.”

“Okay, thanks.” She began to turn away when Jun suddenly called:

“Sunny?”

She looked over her shoulder, questioning. “Yes?”

Jun paused, like he was calculating his words. And Sunny observed his expression, catching an apprehensive and worrisome look in his eyes. “Just... not too late, okay? And be careful.”

Sunny didn’t even plan on staying out too long but she understood her father’s worry. Every parent did it. Even her mom, who often told her to go out, ended up texting her by the hour to check up on her.

“I won’t. I uh...” she held up her phone, hoping it would assure him. “I’ll have this on me.”

Jun smiled, looking relieved and waved goodbye as she turned to leave.

The night sky was much prettier on the island. Sunny found herself gazing at the horizon as she walked the sandy path towards the wharf, letting the wind blow through her dark locks. It was still warm but not too hot that she would sweat and the night winds were already making an entrance, pulling down the temperature little by little. She feared she might need a jacket going home.

At the end of the road, she spotted Seb’s on top of the pier’s bridge. It was a neon sign in big, bold letters, casting blue and red shadows across the darkening pier. Her father was right: she couldn’t have missed it. She wasn’t sure how long she stood there just staring when a male’s voice entered her ears.

“If you’re looking for good food, I would suggest giving the diner on the other side of the beach a visit instead.”

Sunny spun, jumping slightly in surprise. She was welcomed by the sight of a man, leaning against the wooden railing by the stairs that should lead up to the wharf. He was pale as moonlight, blonde hair so light it looked almost white. He wore black from head to toe, sporting combat boots and a black suit jacket that was definitely too hot to wear in this weather.

“Sorry. Did I scare you?” He tilted his head, a smirk ghosting his lips.

“No, just surprised.” Sunny said nonchalantly.

“You’re new.”

“And you would know how?”

“I’ve been in this island for a while. Trust me, I would know.”

“How long exactly?”

His stare was grim but Sunny thought he didn’t have the most expressive face to begin with.

“Long enough.”

“There you are!”

Both their gazes followed the voice, revealing a beautiful woman in a long peach dress; the fabric flimsy and pooled at her feet. She stepped down the stairs—gracefully, the way a princess would descend a flight of stairs, and was instantly at the man’s side, hooking her arm on his and leaning close. At their proximity, Sunny could see how pretty she was: with clear, pale skin, long black hair and a friendly smile. Sunny glanced at the man again and caught him looking down at the beautiful woman with an adoring gaze, a smile sneaking against his lips.

They must be together, Sunny thought.

“You can’t just keep disappearing all of a sudden.” She hissed at him and pinched his bicep, while the man just smiled wider, more amused than threatened.

The girl suddenly glanced at me, smiling. “Oh, hello.” She glanced at the man again. “Who’s this?”

Sunny was about to answer and introduce herself when to her surprise, the man beat her to it.

“Sunny. Sunny White.” He said and Sunny looked at him, bewildered. She couldn’t remember having told him her name earlier.

“White?” The girl’s eyebrows raised. “Any relations to Mr. White who lives at the yellow house down the road?”

“My dad.”

The girl’s eyes widened slightly. “Interesting. I never knew he had a daughter.”

“Well, we don’t see each other much.” As the words left her mouth, Sunny felt a slight remorse. A heavy feeling settled on her chest; a sadness she never intended to feel but surfaced unwillingly. When she looked up, the girl was no longer smiling and had an almost pitying look on her face.

Was I really that transparent?

“I’m Suran, by the way.” She said as she reached out her hand. Sunny took it and shivered. Her hand was cold.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Well. We...hope to see you around.” She smiled just as a ringing pierced through the night air. She looked down at her pocket and retrieved an iPhone, looking down at the screen with a sigh. “Excuse me, I have to take this.” She glanced at the man beside him and unhooked her arm from his. “I’ll meet you at the car.”

Once she was gone, the man only gave Sunny a long, contemplating look before nodding once in farewell and turning away to follow Suran.

“Hey!” She called out before she could stop herself. The man turned, looking over his shoulder with his hands in his pockets as he gave her an inquisitive gaze.

“Yes?”

She huffed a breath, sizing up the man for a second before finally saying, “You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

The man smirked at that before turning away again. Before he could walk away, however, Sunny spoke once more, adamant on her intention.

“That’s a little bit unfair, isn’t it?”

The man paused for a second and Sunny was going to let it go, thinking perhaps it wasn’t even worth it when he replied:

“It’s Yoongi.” And then he walked away, leaving Sunny still wondering how on earth he knew her name.

To be continued

And the plot thickens. haha do you want more?

- Kaye Allen

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Revival

Summary: Reader left the hunting life for a normal one when the man she loved would go into the arms of another. She waited for the day Dean Winchester would see her as she saw him. Unable to take it anymore she finds a man and starts a normal life with him. What happens when the Winchesters show up again?

Words: 4162

Author: Caitsy

Characters: Reader x Dean, Sam

Warnings: Possible swearing, mention of death, little bit of angst and fluff.

A/N Wow. It’s actually not entirely angst. That’s a first.

Masterlist 

You were beyond tired. You had just finished your shift only to get a call that your four year old son had thrown paint at the teacher again. Not only did you have to go to school but you had go pick up your daughter from the middle aged female babysitter. Being a single mom was tiring but worth it. You had been on your own for so long that you would never regret having the kids.

“Mrs. Bowman.” The petite ginger female smiled despite still having a spot of blue paint near her hairline, “I wish we didn’t meet like this each time.”

“I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, “I already talked to him once but I’m sure the lack of a father figure is getting to him. I watched him stare at man asking his son if he wanted to play catch, I’ve never seen such a heartbreaking expression on a kid.”

“I’ve talked to the principle and we’ve agreed that the amount of fights Max has gotten into along with the disrespect. We think it would be wise to suspend him until further notice.” Ms. Andrews patted your hand. It took a lot to make Max’s teacher upset with a heart of gold she had and the positivity she took everywhere with her.

You felt embarrassed, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that the other parents would be talking smack about your child. You would walk into the parent teacher interviews feeling the pitiful looks you would have sent after the ending of your marriage. Out of thirty-five parents to the students and you were only one of three of the singles.

You were the only single parent with two children and a a label spelling widow in Max large grade. God you hated the entire situation and seeing how Max and Elliot got when a family walked by. It was one reason why when you got home you had Max close his eyes with a map of America in front of him and press a spot. His finger landed on Kansas.

Elliot, only be three months old at this point, was gurgling as she gnawed on her soft block toy. Not wanting her to feel left out you lifted her over the map and watched where her toe touched, it landed on Lebanon. You smiled knowing that a fresh start was a great idea instead of living in the house that the children had come to live in when Jackson was still alive.

You could have a new start and so could the kids. You would have to stop being lenient on parenting Max as the problem was now out of hand and there was probably a good paying job. Maybe even a lake was nearby to teach the kids how to swim when they are older.

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The truck had pulled up to the cute little cottage in the country just outside of the city for the calmness and area for the kids to run around. Yet close enough that it would be easy to walk to town during the summer. The cottage needed a little fixing up but it would be therapeutic and give it a more homey feeling. What you weren’t expecting is the man that ran into you.

“Holy shit! Sorry!” The deep voice exclaimed catching you before you could fall next to the carrier that held your daughter, “Is the baby okay?”

“She’s fine.” You sighed holding where your heart. You took in a deep breathe before searching Ellie over for any bruising but she wasn’t crying so she was fine. You turned surprised to see Sam Winchester in front of you. Of course she would run into a Winchester.

“Wait Y/N?” Sam asked shocked, “What the hell? What happened? Who’s the kid?”

“Sam? Wow. It’s been quite some time hasn’t it?” You cleared your throat, “Job brought you here?”

“Actually no. Dean and I don’t hunt anymore.”

Your jaw dropped stunned when he stated it. The one thing you had never expected out of the Winchester brothers was to hear they no longer were in the family business. It was the Winchester way of life. Dean had attempted to get a normal life with…what was her name? Linda…no…Lisa! It backfired and he was brought back into the life and Lisa and her kid had their memory wiped of Dean.

“Your shitting me.” You said completely shocked.

“No. I’m not, actually we…Dean…lives about a mile or two from here. I run in the mornings.” Sam said rubbing hand through his slightly sweat dampened hair.

“How is he?”

“Uh. He’s good. A little broken about life right now.”

“What do you mean?” You asked concerned about the way Sam was talking, Dean had been a large part of your life since he took a bullet for you. You were curious but the children would be getting rather grumpy, “Actually I should be getting the kids down for their nap.”

“Kids?” Sam’s eyes grew completely forgetting about the children near you, “Since when?”

“Five years I found out I was pregnant.” You cleared your throat not exactly comfortable. It seemed weird talking about a life you had envisioned with his brother before you fell in love with Jackson.

“Come to the bunker with me. Dean would love to see that you’re alive at least.”

“I don’t think that’s wise for everyone.” You sighed not wanting to see the man that utterly destroyed your heart without knowing, “It was nice to see you Sam but I really need to get Max and Elliot to sleep.”

Sam watched as you placed the baby into carrier and walked around the car before you expertly picked a sleeping boy out of the car. Both arms holding human children that had come from you. Sam was stunned at the prospect of you having a normal life out of hunting. You had definitely stopped hunting the way you were acting.

“Come on Sweetie.” You whispered. Max whined starting to fall out of your arms before Sam swooped him into his arms. You were shocked as he brought the boy up the drive way, “Uh. Thanks.”

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A week later a rapid knocking on your front door was happening at only six in the morning interrupting your morning coffee. Peeking out the eye hole you saw that it was Sam along with an annoyed brother of his. You winced when the feet of Max stumbled into the room wearing his batman pyjamas.

“Momma?”

“Sh. Elliot is still sleeping.” You knelt beside him and picked the sleepy child into your arms as you opened the door. Max’s head turned into your neck when the door opened two people he didn’t know. Maybe he knew the taller one but he wasn’t sure.

Sam grinned at the sight of your son nodding off on your shoulder while Dean’s comically grew at the domestic sight. He had missed you since you moment you walked out of the motel you had been staying at and never returned. He and Sam searched up until last year when they finally accepted you had been killed or had sold your soul. No demon gave up your location and neither did Crowley. Castiel had been MIA for a long time with much work to do in Heaven.

“Y/N.” Dean breathed before he pulled you into one hell of an awkward hug.

“Hello Dean. I see Sam couldn’t resist bringing you here.” You stonily said looking at the younger Winchester. He sheepishly shrugged his shoulders, “Come in. I have to feed Ellie anyway.”

“Ellie?” Dean asked as they were led into the spacious living room that had a few toys strewn throughout, “You’re husband home?”

You gave his a look for the question even after you had said you needed to feed Elliot. Placing Max onto the loveseat to continue his slumber you left the men to talk while you grabbed Ellie from her crib along with her bottle of milk. Her face was turning red before she let one loud scream of annoyance out.

“Hey darling.” You whispered in the chair you had claimed for feeding her. You could feeling the burning stare on you as the baby girl gurgled happily, “Start the questions before they get worked up. They are small attention spans and are cranky when they wake up before seven.”

“Why the hell did you up and leave?” Dean exclaimed. Immediately his hands were in the air in exasperation.

“Didn’t want the life anymore. I wanted to settle down and watching you screw everything wasn’t helping.” You stated to the green eyed male, “I had the hots for you and you kept neglecting to think about how I felt.”

“I thought you had a thing for Sam!” He retorted remembering to how you had acted around his brother. “Maybe you should have considered that you were in the room too!” You yelled startling Max awake.

“Momma?”

Dean stared as you were called something he had never thought he would hear being said to you, hell he never thought he would yearn to have helped in the creation of the child calling you his mother. It made him yearn to have a family even with how fucked up the world was. He missed the life sometimes but he was more than glad to be living a normal life.

“I’m hungry.”

“Let me finish feeding your sister.”

“Kay.”

Carefully you burped your daughter as she fell back asleep after curiously looking to the guests.

“I remember you always saying you loved the name Elliot.” Dean mumbled, “Why did you name her Elliot?”

“Her father and I agreed he would choose the name. We were told it would be a boy and picked Elliot. We loved it.”

“Where is he?” Sam softly asked. You clenched your jaw remembering the pain you felt when you got the news. He wasn’t coming home and he would never get to kiss his daughter’s head or throw the ball around with his son.

“It was a rainy Thursday night. I was only four months along in my pregnancy when I found out he wasn’t coming home ever again. His plane was shot down when he was on his way to their base.”

“He was a soldier.” Dean realized.

“Elliot was born and when she was revealed to being a girl instead of the gender from the sonogram well I couldn’t just take that right away from Jackson. I stuck with Elliot.”

“Tell about it all?” Sam asked, “After breakfast we can come back.”

“NO!” Max yelled not wanting the cool males to leave them never return like his Daddy did.  Ever since the death of his Dad he was more rebellious and just plain rude no matter what you did.

When breakfast was served to everyone the topic of leaving the hunting life came about with caution not to give anything away to the four year old. You learnt that Dean had been paralyzed two years previous and left the life. He only recently had been miraculously healed and decided to stay out of the life permanently and officially. Sam followed, not hunting to hunt without Dean and found a college to finish getting his degree in law. Dean was a shop teacher at a local school part time teaching the high school kids as part of a program started by a local mechanic’s shop.

“What about you?” Dean leaned forward content at the family picture of you, Sam and two kids.

“Mommy’s a superhero!” Max squealed.

“I work as a nurse a the hospital.”

“You were always good patching us up.” Sam ruefully smiled. You saw Dean lower his head to watch as the little boy pushed his toy car around the carpet in the doorway of the kitchen. He was quite taken with the new house more so than the one he was brought home to from the hospital. He was curious about everything but he was troubled and that caused Dean to empathize with the kid.

“How old is he?” Dean finally asked.

Max’s head shot up to the eldest male in the house with a grin that tore at Dean’s heart strings. Raising his hands he showed Dean he was three before you pushed another finger up. He frowned before nodding his approval.

“He’s still a little fuzzy about numbers and ages.” You explained taking the dirty dishes to the sink, “He prefers watching shows that fix up cars. He’s fascinated with them.”

“So you think he would like Baby?”

“Impala’s still kicking?” You questioned rinsing the dishes before placing them into the dishwasher, “Still a beauty?”

“Of course! I had to make up for the time I had to neglect her.” Dean replied. Sam opened his mouth to answer before Dean finished, “Sam wouldn’t understand the process and absolute care that goes into keeping her beautiful. Plus Baby doesn’t need to feel like she’s cheating.”

“Baby?” Max frowned, “Like Ellie?”

“Similar.” Dean nodded.

You leant against the sink watching the exchanges happening between everyone before softly smiling when Ellie raised her arms towards Sam. Her mouth open in a gummy grin leading to everyone mirroring her happiness.

“Aw! She loves Uncle Sam. Yes you do.” Sam cooed as he picked her out of her high chair. Ellie began to babble to the giant in front of her with long hair.

Dean was highly amused at the sight of his oversized brother holding a baby that was more like a doll than a real child. It was also very domestic seeing his younger brother treat a human with the upmost care and he saw how Sammy would be one hell of a good father. Years before you had fawned over the sight of Dean playing with a child but seeing Sam playing with Ellie made you see that the Winchesters were naturals.

Dean watched smiling as he thought maybe he didn’t miss his chance, maybe in a few years you would like to try with him.

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Ellie was now a joyful nine month old baby girl that loved to laugh and clap at everything. She recently begun to crawl everywhere she could whether she was supposed to be sitting quietly playing with you. This led to Dean and Sam setting up a play pen while you were giving Max his bath when he had trailed inside covered in mud.

A smile broke through as you heard Dean. Despite the love you felt for Jackson the feelings for Dean had grown again.You had recently gone on a few dates with Dean. Nothing too bad other than you were two steps away from falling in love with the man. Okay so maybe you had actually been ‘going steady’ as your mother would have said to the point where he mostly did live here.

“Dude! It goes there!” Dean yelled. You could hear grumbling before it stopped with a victorious yell.

“Momma?” Max asked once he was lifted out of the bath and wrapped in a towel.

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Is Dean gonna be my daddy?” Your heart stopped beating at that point when the words fell from his lips. You know by now the image of Jackson was fading from your son’s memory, while you liked how it would become less painful you also didn’t want the memory of Jackson to be pushed away. He deserved to be remembered.

“No. Dean and I are friends just like Mommy is with Sam.” You sadly smiled as you placed the kids shampoo and toys in their respected places. Picking him up you brought him to his room that was light blue and brown.

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“Oh. I wish Dean was my Dad. He’d be a really cool Dad. We could throw the ball around! Oh and we could slay dragons together!” Max clapped his hands. In his naive state of mind he didn’t know that he was tearing your heart up.

“Sweetheart. He could be Uncle Dean.” You knelt in down in front of him as you helped him get into his clothing. Simple kid sweats and t-shirt for the rest of the day.

Max grabbed a stuff animal as he leant his head up against your shoulder. He was slowly falling asleep from the calming bath water that you appreciated that Sam and Dean had put together the play pen successfully with Ellie in it gnawing on her own stuffed animal.

“Thanks.” You whispered hitching the dead weight boy on your hip higher. Dean quietly swept Max into his arms as he placed him on the loveseat.

“It’s no problem. If we can give you a break.” Dean shrugged only slightly uncomfortable with the minors unable to defend themselves.

“I appreciate it. Believe me, the house would still be a mess of packed boxes and toy littering every nook and cranny.” You smiled brushing the brunette hair off Max’s face.

Dean studied your face seeing the way your face had aged from the exhaustion of handling two children by yourself. You were emotionally drained almost from his point of view but you couldn’t be anymore beautiful than that moment. You were in your comfort zone with your hair up in a messy bun, great sweats with the legs rolled up and a long sleeve shirt.

“Dude. You’re staring.” Sam pushed his arm. He snapped out of it gratefully looking towards his younger brother.

“Anyway. Ellie is content.” Sam rubbed his hands together, “Want to make lunch?”

Dean slightly smiled seeing for the first time how Sam and his lives should have been. A woman by his side, an equal with two children in the home quietly resting. A job to help support his wife and kids. It was a sight that broke his heart seeing how Y/N would prolong the innocence Max and Ellie still held despite the tragedy of losing their father.

“You make the salad?”

“I can get some burgers going?” Dean placed his input, “I still make damn food burgers.”

The adults smiled before Sam left to the living room for the baby. It was almost natural to scoop Ellie into his arms to place her into the high chair in the kitchen, Ellie loved her uncle very much. He opened a cabinet where her crackers were to keep her occupied.

He didn’t notice both Dean and Y/N’s surprised expressions at the instinct that Sam had just shown.

“Okay let’s get cooking.” Dean grinned, “I turned the TV onto a kid show at low volume and put a blanket on Max.”

“Thanks.” You grinned happily. Surprisingly you weren’t upset about how family oriented the situation was, hell you felt okay seeing Sam take on the role of a father. He wouldn’t replace Jackson but he could be a father figure.

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A sleepy eyed Max padded into the room just as the table was set and Ellie had her own breakfast that had made both Dean and Sam cringe. They had slept in the living room to babysit, Sam mostly, when you had a meeting to attend in a town other.

“Y/N.” Dean whispered. You nodded in response that you had heard, “Um…so last night…uh.”

“Spit it out Dean.” You commanded as you wiped Ellie’s face clean.

“I..um…”

“Come on!” Sam exclaimed, “Max called him dad last night.”

You froze. You thought you wouldn’t be able to move after that statement. Max had bonded so close with Dean that the role of a father was being filled. It meant that you had the heartbreaking role of explaining to Max that it wasn’t okay to randomly call someone that.

“Oh. Wow.” You stated finally going back to Ellie’s needs before passing her off to a still hesitant Dean.

“Dad?” Max grumbled as he latched onto Dean’s leg. Everyone froze.

Nothing broke the tense silence until a happy gurgle from Ellie was heard and Dean grinned. He was falling back into his role from when he looked after a young Sam, it was easier with Ellie than it was all those months previous. It wasn’t odd to find Ellie playing with Dean or sleeping on Sam at this point.

You closed your eyes before breathing deep and finally replying to the surprise of the Winchesters.

“Dad and I are talking.”

Dean let a smile go as he looked up towards the woman he had fallen for and he couldn’t help but feel incredibly happy being able to hear those words fall from your lips. He knew it was a slightly wrong to take the place of Max’s real father but he didn’t want the kid to not have a father figure in his life.

“But-“ “Hey champ? How about we take Ellie out to the backyard, see if she likes her swing.” Sam replied swiftly picking up Max and racing out the backdoor.

“Is it alright?” Dean questioned sitting down at the table. He didn’t want to overstep his boundaries.

“You’re the only person I would ever consider this with Dean.” You sighed sitting across from him wrapping your hands around the mug of coffee you had originally abandoned, “Max loves you and I know you would never let him forget about Jackson.”

Dean sighed leaning back against the chair only to start chuckling at your next words.

“Just no teaching him how to shoot a gun.”

“Noted.”

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Sam watched from the porch as Dean threw a baseball towards the smaller male in the yard also holding a mitt. Ellie was sleeping on his chest while you sat in the rocker reading a novel you had neglected in the months that had past. It was summer now in Lebanon and Max was making the most of it before he went into second grade.

“Ellie’s out like a light.” He chuckled looking down at the small girl that had only recently celebrated her second birthday in the comfort of her family.

“Well she had been running after Max this morning.” You grinned putting your book down, “Guess her uncle’s chest is comfy?”

Dean and you were the definition of a married couple without the official paper stating that but you were more than mere boyfriend and girlfriend at this point. You two had finally been okay letting the kids call him Dad and Sam their uncle. Jackson was brought up along with photos for Max to never forget nor would Ellie never hear about the man that created her.

“I’ll never get tired of this. Seeing Dean so happy and getting to be an uncle to two amazing kids.” Sam softly smoothed her curly hair away from her face.

“I know.” You chuckle as you watched the tender moment no longer feeling guilty of letting Dean take on Jackson’s role, “You’ve been there when she first walked and when she said her first word and you love her a lot.”

Ellie had been eleven months old when she had said her first word in the cutest way. She had reached out to her older brother and simply called his name in a rather bossy fashion.

“Daddy.” Ellie grumbled waking up from her nap at the movement caused by laughter. Her eyes seeking out her Dad playing with her brother. Her attention shifted to who she was sitting on, “Unca Sam?”

“Sh.” Sam whispered kissing her head, “So back to sleep baby.”

Dean had been roped into playing outside with Max where the motorized car would be cruising in the grass. You and Jackson had gotten it way before Max could even walk and just put it into storage until Max would be able to use it. It wasn’t until Max asked about the Impala that it lit up the memory of that toy car.

“Thank you Sam.” You smiled looking down at the image of Ellie on Sam’s chest, “For giving Max and Ellie a real family.”

“I hope the family grows more.” Sam smiled back at you, “Maybe Ellie will be a big sister in the future? Dean would be amusing to see protecting his baby.”

You closed your eyes and imagined the life you would have with the Winchesters beside your side as you become a Winchester yourself along with the children. It was a picture you couldn’t wait to come true. Soon it was getting cold making you, Ellie and Sam retreat into the warm living room. Ellie now in your arms on couch while Sam took the closet chair.

“Daddy! Come on!” Max yelled racing into the room with a tired Dean behind him. He launched himself onto the couch, giving Ellie a kiss before cuddling into you. Dean sat in the next to you and turned the tv on to a movie. This was the life Sam and Dean deserved instead of the hunting one they had only known. They’d be damned before they lost family again.

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