#abby-6-stuff

[bridgetlynn]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Pitt (TV), White Collar (TV 2009) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Frank Langdon/Abby Langdon, Frank Langdon & Neal Caffrey, Neal Caffrey & Abby Langdon Characters: Neal Caffrey, Abby Langdon Additional Tags: Post-Canon Series: Part 1 of Brooks Brothers Summary:

Neal Caffrey is back in the States and his first real stop is the Pittsburgh home of his brother and sister-in-law.

He gets a surprising summation of all that he has missed since he officially died - including the fact that they even knew he was 'dead' in the first place.

[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: K-Pop Demon Hunters has me in a chokehold and I have so many ideas floating around in my head but I’m really bad at actually writing and executing them. But I had to write something to help with this fixation. Also, I don’t know how the Honmoon works. Like, can anyone alter or control it after some training? Do you need to be born with a certain predisposition? So, I kinda just made some stuff up.

Edit: Now has Part 2! Part 3! Part 4! Part 5! Part 6! Part 7!

‼️SPOILERS FOR KPDH‼️

“Okay, you guys are just going down there, right? I’m gonna go pick up some groceries,” You tell the three girls in disguise.

“Thanks, (Y/n)!”

“Thanks.”

“Thanks, (Y/n).”

Sighing, you wave over your shoulder as you separate from the girls. You managed their wardrobe and visuals, you were able to take the vague ideas in their heads and their music and bring them together in stunning visuals while maintaining their individual styles and own input.

But, you were also Rumi’s twin sister. You grew up alongside her under the guidance of your Aunt Celine. You trained with her, learning to fight, dance, and sing with her. However… You were never able to tap into the Honmoon like her or Mira or Zoey.

Which meant you couldn’t debut with your sister or help her with the Honmoon. All you could do was support her and the other girls how your Aunt Celine taught you: Cover up, keep your patterns hidden, cook for them, clean for them, make sure they always look beautiful, no fractures or faults in their image. And no faults of your own must ever be visible either.

You love your sister, there was never any doubt about that. And you love Mira and Zoey too, they were practically your sisters too. But you couldn’t help but feel… invisible and jealous sometimes. You wanted to perform too. Just once.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You were shaken from your thoughts by a smooth, male voice and a colorful flier being held out to you. Looking further up, your eyes widened and your face warmed at the sight of such a handsome guy right in front of you. You were no stranger to beauty working in the idol industry, but wow. Soft, black hair, warm brown eyes, clear skin and a soft smile. Your heart couldn’t help but skip.

“Uhm, I’m sorry,” You shook your head, trying to focus on listening to what the boy said. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly, your face still hot, “Can I help you?”

He smiled kindly, “My friends and I are having our debut performance this afternoon just a street over. We’d love for you to come watch and support us.”

Flustered by his charm and his beauty, you took the flier from him. “The Saja Boys…” You read. Looking around, you tried to spot the rest of his group.

You were startled when an arm suddenly landed on your shoulders. Actually, make that two arms.

Looking up, two more gorgeously unreal guys were on each side of you, an arm around each of your shoulders. One was a buff beauty with shorter magenta hair in a yellow beanie, his shirt hanging on for dear life. The other had longer pink hair that framed his face in a heart shape.

“That’s right,” the long haired guy smiled on your left.

“We’re the Saja Boys,” the buff guy on your right smirked. The two boys spun to slide into place on each side of the black haired guy, the three posing. “I’m Abby,” the muscle man posed, flexing which caused his shirt to strain.

“I’m Romance~” He blew a kiss at you.

“And I’m Jinu,” the black haired guy winked, smiling which made your heart pound all that harder to be the center of attention of three gorgeous guys. “We also have Baby and Mystery who are passing out fliers somewhere as well.”

“Right here, boss.” Oh great, more hot guys to make your heart explode.

A mint haired guy looked at you out of the corner of his eye as he walked past, joining the other three with a cool air. Another guy with long, pastel hair that covered most of his face walked past as well. Did he just smell you…? Was he purring…?

Oh boy. These boys were gonna give you a heart attack at this rate. Your heart was racing and you felt so flustered and awkward having their attention. “Uhm, wow, sorry, I’ll try to be there to support your debut! If you’ll excuse me,” You gave a small bow. Escape. Too many hot guys.

“You promise, sweetheart?~”

Your face flushed darker and you hurried away faster, “Y-Yup! See you there! Good luck!” You had groceries to get.

After getting enough groceries for you and the Huntr/x girls, you checked the time and noted that you had time to see that debut performance. The girls hadn’t texted that they headed back yet so they must still be at the doctors. Carrying the bags, you walked over to the other street, which was only a little more crowded than usual.

It seemed like you were just in time as a cloud of pink smoke grew in the middle of the street. You got closer as music started to fill the street and from the smoke, the five boys appeared.

“Don't want you, need you~ Yeah, I need you to fill me up~ 마시고 마셔 봐도~ 성에 차지 않아~ Got a feeling that, oh, yeah (Yeah)~ You could be everything that~ That I need (Need), taste so sweet (Sweet)~ Every sip makes me want more, yeah~” The black haired guy, Jinu, seemed to take the main vocals. The song was so bouncy and catchy that you couldn’t help but bounce your shoulders as the crowd grew around you. You got pushed to the front of the crowd and blushed as Jinu winked at you. You blushed, holding your groceries tighter.

“You're all I can think of~ Every drop I drink up~ You're my soda pop~ My little soda pop~ Cool me down, you're so hot~ Pour me up, I won't stop~ You're my soda pop~ My little soda pop~”

Okay, Huntr/x would always have your whole heartfelt support as your favorite group, but the Saja Boys were also really good… Like, if you weren’t Rumi’s sister, you might’ve jumped ship…

You were just a girl after all…

You blinked when some of the boys started blowing kisses into the crowd, launching hearts out of thin air. If they were just debuting, how’d they afford such great special effects…? These boys must’ve worked hard.

At least you thought so until you saw a flash of demon patterns and eyes on some of the boys.

You gasped. Were they… like you and Rumi? Part demons? Wait, no, they can control their demon features, you and Rumi can’t. No matter how much you tried to hide the growing patterns inching across your skin, it never worked. All you could do was cover up with long sleeves and pants.

They were just performing though. The girls would probably kill them as soon as they could once they caught wind of this demon idol group, because demons were all evil, emotionless creatures… But, if they were just demon guys performing because they wanted to perform, if they were nice demons, then wouldn’t that help prove that it was okay for you to live too…?

They helped the girl at the corn dog stand and gave those stressed kids some gifts, and they didn’t try to suck a soul once.

Your heart pounded, not just with how attractive the five were, but with hope.

The performance ended as the boys took their final poses before taking a moment to wave and send kisses into the crowd. As you scanned the group of boys, Romance sent you a flying kiss, Abby flashed you some finger hearts, Jinu’s smile widened at you, Baby raised an eyebrow at you, and Mystery gave a head nod.

What were you supposed to do now…?

[johanna-swann]

I actually have sooo many issues with 911 lately that haven't even got much to do with any ships.

Like. They wrote out almost all of the side characters. Chris is gone, Linda and Sue are gone, Athena's kids are gone (even though Harry just moved in with her and Bobby again? Seriously, where is Harry?), Ravi is gone, Carla is gone. I know the GA maybe don't care that much, casual viewers might not even have noticed that this many characters have just vanished from the show, but in my opinion this is one of the things that give a show running as long as 911 life. Having a big cast is a good thing. Otherwise things are going to get very monotonous very soon.

Actually, that's my second point. They keep repeating storylines! Every season Hen and Karen have to fight a custody battle over one of their kids.

Every season Eddie ends up realising he has a lot of repressed trauma and issues which keep him from leading a healthy happy and free life.

Every season Bathena realise that they have communication issues and they fight about it, but then something traumatic happens and they forgive each other without ever really talking things out.

Every season we are reminded that Maddie's most prominent character trait is "traumatised", the writers just alternatingly bring up Doug again and sometimes the ppd arc.

Every season we see Buck being somewhat restless, looking and searching for something that will bring him true happiness and cycling through love interests that never stick around and each time when you think "oh, there it is, he's getting somewhere now" the writers go "BEEEP! WRONG!" and we start all over again. [This is not just about recent events aka Tommy, the break-up and Buck potentially going back to his 1.0 ways, this also happened in season 6 when he had his "it doesn't matter what other people see in me, I'm enough" revelation only to suddenly be like "omg, Natalia just sees me".]

And Chimney- he had his moment last season with the wedding episode, Kenneth Choi really ate that episode up, but his most prominent character trait is "Maddie's supportive husband". There's really not that much going on with him otherwise.

Another point I briefly touched upon above is consistency. Like Harry moving back in with Athena and Bobby and then just vanishing. Or Gerrard being more like a slightly unfriendly grandpa than an actual antagonist in season 8 when he was still spouting slurs in season 7.

And the timeline! We talked about this before ("last March", Mara's fostering to adoption timeline, Tommy tranferring to harbour "5 years ago"), but the newest "Tommy was actually Abby's Tommy" twist just adds to that. Tommy was with Abby for over 2 years. They were engaged. This was at a time when he was still at the 118. Tommy dated Abby presumably because he was in denial or maybe because he was hiding. In either case, wouldn't his team at least have heard about his fiancée, Abby the dispatcher? Wouldn't that have rung a bell when Buck eventually brought her around only a year or two later? Tommy did talk about his private life at least a little at work, even under Gerrard. It just doesn't make sense. (Not to mention this seems wildly out of character for Tommy who around the same time also said about himself "being single is easier".)

Then there's the pacing. This was a huge issue in season 7. They jumped from one personal soap opera drama to the next without taking any breathers, had almost no procedural in their drama the whole season, still somehow decided to spend one third of the entire season just on the opening disaster and also squeezed in a "Bobby begins for the third time now" episode. But okay, it was a shortened season, there were strikes, they switched networks, they were under a lot of pressure - I'll cut them some slack. At least they set up a bunch of interesting stuff for the following season.

But we're in season 8 now. The renewal was announced very early, they had a lot of time to plan this time. Also they have almost double the episodes they had last season, there's really no need to rush any of the major plots. I am done cutting them slack.

They wanna do a 3 part opening disaster again? Okay fine, you have the time now. I feel like they could've easily done it in 2 episodes (especially 8x02 felt a little "eh"), but okay. Better than the breakneck speed you were going at befo- Oh, what's that? 8x04 flying in with a steel chair. You resolved 70% percent of the plots you set up last season in one single episode with no build up, no emotional pay off and no lasting consequences? And you also squeezed in multiple unrelated calls at the same time? Damn, okay then. Good-bye potentially interesting storylines. Fuck me for being invested I guess. I thought there would at least maybe be some follow up in 8x05, but no.

Now that Halloween episode wasn't bad, it was actually the best episode of this season imo, but instead of following up on previously established conflicts and developments they just hit us with new Wilson family trauma and conflict that was also immediately fixed again. And now 8x06 has speedrun and dumped another storyline that had potential to go to deeper and interesting places. Not gonna talk too much about that though because this post is about the show as a whole, not ships.

And I am not yet convinced that there will be much more to come on the only thing that's left from last season: Eddie's deep dive into his trauma and repression. It's totally possible at this point that being told "you deserve nice things" by a random stranger actually solved all of his problems, it would be very in tone with 911's new style.

What are they even gonna do with the rest of this season? Revisiting the Hotshots set sounds fun, but ultimately inconsequential. You know what's great about a regular old procedural drama with ~20 episodes per season that comes on weekly? You have time. You can let the viewers sit with their emotions and thoughts for a week and keep them engaged by stretching things out a little.

But why should I bother getting emotionally invested in problems the characters are gonna solve within the same episode anyway? Or rather, even if I wanted to, how am I supposed to care if you don't give me the time to develop any feelings about anything that's happening? "Henren lost in court and are now completely forbidden from seeing Mara at all!" Damn, that must be so har- "JUST KIDDING! Ortiz is exposed and everything is perfect again now." Oh. Okay then, I guess.

Bottom line: The characters are all stuck in their own hamster wheels, they keep cutting side characters that could bring a breeze of fresh air (I'm honestly surprised they even kept Josh until now), they rush through all the storylines a such a ridiculous speed that I don't even have time to feel any sort of way about it, they don't even try to keep a consistency or sensible timeline going and they seem to strongly prioritise random funny bits that'll entertain the very casual viewers right now in this moment (tiger call, Billy Boils, Bee-nado, the 'Stache tm, "wait, it's the same Abby?", Gerrard being a fangirl at heart) instead of playing the long game and catering to people who actually pay a little attention to the show.

[On that last remark: I'm not talking about hardcore fans who analyse every single frame here, I mean casual fans who've watched the show on and off again for a while and who may not be involved in fandom but genuinely care about the show.]

I mean. What am I even still doing here? The show is treading water and I end up disappointed more often than not. I'm still holding out a little hope that they actually will do something interesting with Eddie and his sea-monkeys, but I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't.

[millersfinest]

untethered² | e.w

00s!ellie williams & 00s!miller!reader

wc: 8.2 k

series: chapter one, chapter two (you’re here!), chapter three, chapter four, chapter five

blurb: it’s been awhile since you’ve been back home; in upstate new york where you’ve spent most of your life waking up early and tending to the animals that moo’d and meh’d. after graduation high school, and then college, the city life has stolen most of your attention. enabling you to visit only a handful of times through the years. when your lovely adoptive parents (tommy and maria miller) invite you back for a thanksgiving dinner—a troubled old flame from your childhood manages to get your attention, despite its explosive ending.

cw: lmao flip phones, r and ellie flirting/teasing each other, some vulgar language, ellie cheating on her gf, the millers, r is a writer, horndog ellie, elements of longing, ellie is #1 lesbian yearner in the world, some early 2000s references, thanksgiving, r is very jealous of cat, hella angst, rich!abby (one of r’s evil exes), emotional cheating (from ellie), repressed emotions, a little bit of mature content, eventual smut, some corny time period song drops.

note: okay, i tried to fit a lot of stuff into this but it was getting too long wink wink. i’ve introduced rich!abby, she’s literally a generational surgeon purr. when i was writing this i was listening to some early 00s music and burn from usher came on… that’s ellie’s anthem ya’ll (for cat) lmaooo. i may not post another chapter before the new year, soo happy early new years to my moots, readers and followers (pookies) <3

After spending an extra hour, or so, with Ellie in the kitchen—laughing under your hands, stuffing bread into your mouths; you set an alarm for 6am. The same time clock that sat on your bedside table from your youth. Surprisingly, it still worked—waking you up with that same traumatic sound it used to for school.

You efficiently got ready; as in, you put on hearty jeans, cowboy boots, and a throw-away sweater because you had an obligation to fill on the farm. Every time you came back home, it was habitual for you to resume the responsibilities you used to have when the farm was your primary residence.

Around 6:45, you met your parents downstairs to begin prepping and planning who was going to go where. There was usually only three of you, but as you hovered over the black coffee on the counter—in your favorite antique mug—the screen door pulled open to reveal a sleepy-looking Ellie Williams-Miller.

She had a thick, black headband pushing her hair back from her forehead, and a low bun. The whites of her eyes were a little irritated and low-hanging, like she was exhausted. “Mornin’, Ellie.” Tommy spoke, rasping slightly. You and Maria parroted him—you standing up straight, instead of leaning over the counter.

Ellie settled across from you, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as a comfort. She rarely ever knew where to put her hands. “Didn’t think you’d jump in so quick.” You commented, wrapping your hands around the warm coffee in your hands.

“The sooner the better.” She shrugged, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Is there any coffee left?”

Before your mother could leap to helping her out, you set down your mug. “‘Course there is. Hazelnut or Vanilla creamer?” You walk over to the pot, not forgetting to pull down a mug from the cabinet. It was offhanded, unintentional—but the ceramic mug you grabbed happened to be hers from the past. An off-white color with her initial on the front in maroon. Ellie used to come over so much, she had her own mug.

She was the first to notice, a blush blossoming on her freckled cheeks. “Hazelnut…”

Pouring the hot coffee a quarter of the way, you added the creamer and dropped a spoon inside to mix it. Ellie wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee, so it was more creamer than coffee. Behind you, your parents began explaining and refreshing the jobs they usually do in the morning. They plan to handle the cows, goats and shipments; while you and Ellie can handle the chickens, horses and garden. “Now, Bug, she’s gonna be taking over your job— so, instruct her well, please.”

“You got it, dude.” You curtly nodded, after making a cheesy Full House joke, sporting a thumbs up. The only person to chortle was Ellie, while her lips were still parted over the side of her mug.

Tommy and Maria put their hands in the middle, slapping on top of each other. “Lets break out—“

“Come on, dad, do we have to?” It was so natural for you to complain at his antics, calling him dad, that you didn’t realize who you were doing it in front of company until much later.

When you were a teenager, every morning your broke out like a team—because, basically, that’s what you were. Splitting to conquer more ground; it took teamwork. “Honey, we always break out.”

Ellie set her cup down, amused. “Don’t be such a negative Nancy, y/n.” She put her hand on top of theirs, raising her thick eyebrows. “Come on, break out.”

Rolling your eyes, you place your hand over her’s. “We’re the Miller’s on three.” You dragged, shaking your head. They all grinned around you like hyenas, and it amusingly pissed you off. One. Two. Three.

“We’re the Miller’s!” They exclaimed, along with yourself. Unable to remove the mirroring grin from your lips.

“All right, team. Let’s get to work.” Tommy asserted with a smile, drinking the rest of his coffee.

The four of you dispersed on the back porch. You scribbling on notebook paper to keep track of your duties. Ellie leaned her back against the railing, crossing her arms, with her eyes trained on your focused expression. “Okay… We’re starting off with the chicken’s— do you remember how?” You glance up, raising an eyebrow.

“Ehm,” She clears her throat, pushing off the railing. “Uhm, yeah, totally. We get the food, right? The pellets?”

“Yeah, and…” You put a hand on your hip, a teasing smirk on your lips.

She chews on her lip, averting her eyes. “Scoop it into troughs?” Ellie questioned, slowly, knowing she was incorrect. The young woman just wanted you to correct her.

“I’m afraid you’ve gotten yourself a bit mixed up, Els.” The nickname slipped from your lips sweetly, but unpredicted. You were both shocked and did a bad job of hiding it. Your lips opening and closing like a gaping fish; Ellie licking her lips, still rocking on her feet. But to be fair, you were friends before everything—it shouldn’t have been weird. “Sorry…”

“Why are you sorry? It’s my name…” Ellie shrugged.

“Let’s just get to the chicken coop.” You chuckle, hiding the nervousness by trotting off the porch. Her name was Ellie, not Els—people who were close to her called her that, and they weren’t close anymore. It was just an example of muscle memory, really.

Ellie tapped her hand against the wooden post, following in your footsteps. “Feels good to be back…” She mutters, walking with her hands behind her back.

“You’re always welcome here.” You respond, approaching the shed that held the chickens food and such. Your fingers worked at the metal latch, pushing open the door. It creaking loudly from the rusted hinges. “Help me fill the buckets?”

She nodded with tight lips, crouching down where you were in front of a large bag filled with their food. You dug for the scoop, frowning at the smell. Ellie had grabbed a bright orange bucket, placing it beside you. Her eyes watching you, intently. Taking in all of your movements while scooping the pellets into the bucket.

Feeling her eyes on you, it was easy to start conversation—transition from that pier of tension. “You looked pretty tired… I hope that wasn’t my fault.”

Ellie hummed, switching an empty bucket with the one you just filled, putting it to the side. “Oh, no, of course not. I had an idea for a sketch… So, stayed up and worked on that.”

You grinned, peering at her. “Hey, the farm’s already workin’, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” She chortled, averting her eyes.

Now, that was a clean cut lie. Ellie was a very smart girl—quick on her feet; she always has been. As she stood in that woody kitchen, munching on microwaved biscuits and giggling with her childhood ex-girlfriend… She had realized a fundamental truth. Or, more so, she was considering it. Perhaps, it wasn’t the farm she needed to sponsor her creativity.

It was you. In all of your self-made, manufactured glory. All it took was a glance for her to blossom with ideas—you were her muse.

That’s why she was up all night. She had propped herself on a stool, while her girlfriend slept, and began sketching where the both of you stood—by the shed. Ellie had drawn, scribbled, and shaded until the charcoal pencil fell from her fingers. Forcing her to rest, and by that time it was four in the morning.

Not without covering her work with a sheet, though. Your features were etched onto the canvas, that was too precious and vulnerable. Intimate. Telling.

Pulling her from her obsessive thoughts, you spoke. “Ellie, the bucket.” You bunched your eyebrows, with a tone insinuating that you’ve asked her more than once.

“Shit, my bad.” She stood up, picking one of them up by the metal handle. When she lifted it, she realized that she should consider weight lifting as a hobby—it was heavy. But, you held it in your hands as if it weighed no more than ten pounds. Ellie wasn’t right; the traits of a country girl never left you.

You began to walk out of the shed, toward the chicken coop, which was only a few steps away. “You know, I can let you off the hook if you wanna go take a nap, or something. We have, like, five more days for me to show you the ropes.”

“Really, it’s fine. You know I get a little spacey sometimes.”

“Yeah, when there’s a lot on your mind.” You pointed out, arriving at the coop. Opening the gate, you walk to another, slightly shorter gate to release the chickens. “Your breakfast has arrived!”

You set the bucket on the ground, Ellie doing the same, and you began to scoop out the pellets onto the dirt. They clucked and hopped around, pecking at the small pieces of food littered around. “Is there a lot on your mind?”

She hesitated to answer, dumping the rest of the pellets onto the ground. “Little bit…”

“Well, let this be a release from whatever you’re thinkin’ about. Not a distraction, but a release— it’ll keep you focused.”

Instead of pressing for what was on her mind, you responded with more thoughtful words. The fact that the both of you allowed your closeness to disintegrate or untether; you didn’t have much of a place to inquire. Asking too many questions could lead to fighting—if she were anything how she used to be. And you didn’t want to pry, even though a part of you assumed her exhaustion had something to do with Cat.

Ellie hummed once more, with her hands on her hips, watching you scratch their little heads. “Horses are next, right?” She questioned, blinking at you as if she were in a daze.

You chortle. “Yep. Excited to see Shimmer and Tokyo, huh?” A grin spread across your lips as you approached the gate. You paused, gasping, before you turned back to the auburn-haired woman. “Fuck, I have a surprise for you— almost forgot!” Rushing to grab her hand, you pull her out of the chicken coop. Keeping a firm grip on her palm; Ellie’s lightly holding yours as you pulled her toward the horse barn, glancing at her hand being embraced. It was a little ways so, despite the cool, morning air, sweat beaded between your palms.

But, since she was so enamored by your excited spirit, she held on.

When you arrived, that’s when you released her hand, unlocking the latch. Before your opened the door, you turned toward her faux lax expression. “Shimmer is, now, a mother…” You began, pushing open the door. Ellie gasped, grinning wide like a child before an arcade. “To a beautiful foal Tommy named Sarah.” You introduced coming up on their division.

“Holy shit,” She cursed, still grinning ear to ear. Her white teeth sparkling against the rays of the morning sun that peaked through the wooden panels in the barn. Shimmer peaked her head over the gate once she saw Ellie—like she never forgot about her. Nobody had. “Congrats, Shimmer.” She ran her hand along her strong jaw; the horse nuzzling into her touch.

Her olive eyes peered down, noticing the much smaller foal. Her coat was the same color as her mothers, but her hair had a blonder touch. “Can I?” She looked over at you.

“You don’t have to ask— she’s your horse, too.” You waved your hand. “I’ll go ahead and grab their food.” Leaving them alone, you hear Ellie marveling at Sarah. Causing a chuckle to leave your lips. You pet the other horses—Tokyo, Hamlet, and Ophelia—on the way to the other end of the barn.

Packing the buckets with differing pellets and chaffs, you filled their troughs and opened up their gates. Saving Shimmer and Sarah for last.

You walked over, leaning against the open gate. Sarah had nestled between Ellie’s crossed legs as she sat in the hay. Leaning into her gentle caresses. “I’m assuming she’s named after Joel’s daughter?” She asked, looking up at you from the ground.

“You assumed right.” You nodded, pressing your lips into a line.

“Does Joel know?”

“Not yet. It was a surprise for both of you.” You told, taking the liberty to join her on the ground. “I’m sure Tommy’ll say somethin’ by the end of the day.” Your fingers nestle through her course blonde hair. She was only about a week old, and the softness of her hair was already leaving. A sigh falls from your lips, glancing up at your old friend. Her eyes were already trained on your features, intently. Like she was trying to remember the intricacies of your face. “You think he’ll like it? Naming Shimmer’s baby after her?”

Ellie blinked, running her tongue over hr lips. “Uh, yeah— I think he’ll love it.” She chuckled, boyishly. The side of her lips curling up, as her eyes cast back toward the happy foal. “He’d probably want pictures of her everyday…”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind taking the pictures…”

“I sure as hell wouldn’t.” She affirmed. “If I didn’t, he’d blow up my cell.”

You laughed, backing up against the wall, leaning your head back as you peered at her. “He would wouldn’t he?”

A pair of footsteps caught your attention, and for a moment you thought it was your parents. You prepared to get up, but a new face came around the corner. Her brown eyes were sleepy, and she still was dressed in her pajamas. Hay clinging to the hem of her plaid pajama pants. “I was told that I’d find you here…” She spoke, mostly to the auburn-haired woman beside you.

“Mornin’,” You smiled, awkwardly. Standing up from where you sat. Cat smiled at you, but her eyes quickly moved back to Ellie.

“Ellie, can we talk?” She softly asked, fiddling with her fingers.

From the ground, she sighed, unmoving. “I’m kind of busy… Can it wait?” Ellie lifted her eyebrows, squinting at her girlfriend because of the sun’s rays. Her olive eyes practically glowing as the sun reflected through them.

“No. It can’t wait.”

“I can step out…” You offered, placing a hand on Shimmer. “She’s missing out on some grazing time, anyway.”

“No, it’s fine.” “Thanks,” Both Ellie and Cat spoke, causing you to pause in your steps. You bunched your eyebrows at Ellie, making an expression that read: talk to her! Ignoring the pleas of her beautiful features, you pulled Shimmer from her space. Leaving the two to talk.

It was always about saving face for you—you didn’t want to give the wrong impression to Cat. It was obvious that she knew about your past; you hoped that she did. Maybe, in a possessive way—in a way of I know her more than you. Or, in a way of context. That was something you were still trying to figure out.

Either way, your feelings for Ellie was private; something you were battling, as if it were a disease. Because it was wrong to hold onto a fragment of a memory—loving someone who was taken. It was childish. Letting them talk was putting a leash on yourself. There was nothing like some good ol’ fashioned self control.

While you contemplated, watching the horses meander around, getting their fresh air—conversation happened in the barn. Around the innocent, nuzzling foal, Sarah. “I just wanted to let you know… That I’m not mad at you.” Cat spoke, genuinely, leaning against the wooden gate. Her voice was firm and far from soft. “You know how I can get easily overwhelmed—“

“Cat, overwhelmed? You got pissed with me because I was asking her questions. That’s it.” Ellie retorted, narrowing her eyes. “I haven’t seen or spoken to her in fucking years. Do you expect me not to be interested in what she’s doing?”

“Okay, Ellie. My fucking bad!” She slapped her hands against her legs. “My bad for considering your history with each other— I’m being a jealous bitch. There. I said it for you.” Her arms crossed over her chest. “Can we just stop acting weird? I don’t wanna fight. Not here.”

Ellie allowed Sarah to stand, walking from her space to where her mother was. Around the corner, entertaining you, although your peeving ear was open to their conversation. Even though, you couldn’t hear much.

She stood up, dusting herself off. “I’d never call you a jealous bitch…” Ellie muttered, approaching her, settling her hands on her jaw. “You have nothing to worry about, kitty Cat.” She spoke like a wish, leaning into the place a chaste kiss on her lips. Cat had shut her eyes, not noticing the glance Ellie made out the open barn doors at you—the back of you. Just before her lips met hers. She tried to keep Ellie, moving her lips against hers, but she pulled away, swiftly. “I have to get back to work, all right. No hard feelings?”

She sighed, pouting. “None at all… See you later?” Cat wondered, letting her hands drift down to her belted hips.

“See you later.” She smiled, pulling away from her.

Cat left the barn, waving at you on her way out. “See you, y/n!” She waved, wiggling her fingers. Her voice was sweet, but for some reason you didn’t like how smooth your name came from her mouth. But, regardless, you smiled back.

Ellie emerged from the barn with her hands in her pockets. She stopped where you were, watching the horses—mainly Sarah. “How’d it go?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You remember Dina and Jesse, right?” She changed the subject.

You scrunched your eyebrows at the random question, peering over at her. “Uh, yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

“They’re going to a bar later… The Tipsy Bison, If you wanna—“

“Oh, I don’t know.” You interrupt, shaking your head. Chewing on your bottom lip, keeping your eyes trained on the trotting horses. The moment the relationship between you and Ellie was severed; that severed whatever bond you had with them. Jesse tried to stay in contact passively—when MySpace came out, he friended you. However, Dina was nowhere to be found. She must’ve hated your guts, right?

“What? You don’t drink either?” She chuckled, covering her nervousness.

Pressing your lips together, you narrowed your eyes at her. “It’s been too long…” You shook your head. “I don’t know…”

“Come on,” She drawled, like a youthful plea.

“This is peer pressuring. Did we not learn about this is school?” Your feet carried you away from the horses, toward the garden. She followed after you with a sickening grin.

You pulled out your checklist, checking off the box by chickens and horses—clicking your pen with a smirk on your face. “Peer pressure… Shmeer Shressher.” Ellie rolled her eyes.

“Ellie, I don’t know. I might have something to write for my editor— let me think about it.” You made up an excuse on the spot, but it wouldn’t be a surprise if you opened up your email to see several messages from Isa Raymond.

“Don’t tell me you’re a workaholic, too?”

“I’m not.”

“Kind of seems like it.” Ellie shrugged.

You hit her arm with the back of your hand. “Whatever, Ellie. Think what you want.” The both of you arrive at the greenhouse. It smells of fresh soil and misty air—fairly comforting. When you were younger, it was the second best part of the farm for you. The horse barn being the first, of course. “This part is the simplest; just make sure all the veggies and plants are watered accordingly.”

You pick up a gallon half-full tin watering can, handing it to her. She took it from you with both hands, fingers grazing, lightly. “Oh, shit— I wasn’t paying attention with the horses. What do you feed ‘em?” Ellis began to stroll down the aisles, watering the soil.

“No worries, it seemed important.” You shrugged, mentioning the conversation between her and Cat. “I’ll just show you on the way back. It’s pretty simple— woah, not too much!” You place a hand on her wrist. She was pouring too much water into one of the potted plants. Her eyes locked onto yours, opened wide. “Sorry, I should’ve said this before… The potted plants need less water than the veggies.” She kept looking at you, the ends of her lips curling. “Carry on,” You urged, walking past her—in front of her, holding your own hands in front of you.

She couldn’t help but watch you go—hell, that’s all she’s been doing since she saw you. Watching. There was nothing wrong with that. Even if her eyes drifted to the way your hips were hugged in the jeans your wore. The sliver of skin that exposed when you bent down, or crouched, or even swayed your hips.

“So…” Ellie began, heading to your word and carefully watering. “Are you seeing anyone in Manhattan?” She asked, shamelessly with a perked eyebrow.

You pivoted, leaning your back against one of the aisles of vegetation. “Off and on…” Shrugging, you surprised yourself with how quickly you responded. “Dating in New York is like setting yourself on fire… And I don’t like getting burned.” You pursed your lips, flickering your eyes from her and the tomato’s. “Why? Is there someone you’d wanna set me up with—? I could use the help.” You joke, beginning to fiddle with the waxy leaves.

She snickered, approaching you with the tin watering can. Pouring nutrient liquid onto the carrot sprouts. “Dina, maybe?”

“Awe, you’re so funny.” You clap your hands together, sarcastically, leaning your chin on your hand.

“If you come out tonight, you can see just how funny I am.” She set the can down.

“I don’t have to go to a bar to see how funny you are. I’m laughing right now, aren’t I?” You mock a fake laugh, pointing at your mouth. Ha Ha. Ha Ha.

Wrapping your hands around the handle of the watering can, you pulled it from her to take over her job. “Just come, y/n! Wouldn’t it be nice to get the gang back together?”

A scoff fell from your lips. “It’s been a while since the gang was together, Ellie.” Occupying your attention with plants you watering. You fought to fight the frown attempting to grow on your lips, pressing them together and turning your body enough for her not to notice.

Ellie dragged her feet, following you. “It’s been eight years…”

Sighing, you slightly slam the can down, not enough to make a fuss but enough to signal your irritation. “Have you forgotten about what happened eight years ago?” You questioned, sternly.

She paused, inhaling, sharply. Ellie scratched her jaw, nodding her head. “Nope.” While she was taken aback by your sudden sternness; there was something that excited her about that pinched look on your face. The auburn-haired young woman has grown a lot since her youth.

“Okay, then.” You pouted. “Let’s just wrap this up, so we can reconvene with my parents— make sure all this stuff is done.”

And that’s exactly what the both of you did. The jokes and silly conversation ceased, and you basically finished in awkward silence. On the way back to the house, you showed her which foods to give to which horse, clinically. That playful look on your face was replaced with the one that exposed your unnerved feeling—from the horrifying mention of what happened eight years ago.

At the front porch, the pair of you separated. She waved a fiddly hand, peering over her shoulder as she walked back to the guesthouse. With a pair of shoulders that were slumped lower than they were from the morning.

Ellie didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable—she should’ve never pushed you to hang out with her later. Perhaps, she got too comfortable too fast; but that’s just the type of person you were. Easily acclimatizing. It didn’t matter how much space could be between you and another person—you always found a way with making them feel at home. However, when you pull back, it’s a cold feeling. She just wanted to look at you some more, talk to you some more; be around you some more. Ellie couldn’t deny how refreshing it was.

You met with your parents assuring them that everything was done. They asked about Ellie, but you said she took all the information fine. She’ll probably just need a few days to really lock it in—but, you couldn’t stay long to chat. It was about nine in the morning, and you had to check your email and cell for messages.

First, you showered to get the smell of animal off of you. As much as you loved them, the stench was awful and you’d rather die than let it get stuck to the comforter of your bed. Then, you hopped onto your reading nook, and began going through your emails.

Scroll, scroll, Isa Raymond. Scroll, scroll, Frank St. James… Frank St. James—that was your editor! “Fuck,” You swore under your breath, clicking the bolded words, your heart grew nervous. What if he didn’t like it? You always took criticism much harder when writing the essay’s for your book because everything comes from your experience—your spirit.

Your eyes panned over the words, seeing nothing but: phenomenal, and powerful, and effective, and most importantly, this will be the perfect addition to your bigger work. “Fuck, yeah!” You shouted, pumping your fist in the air.

A head peaked through your door, dark brown hair crowded with grays, and aged brown eyes. “Are we celebrating somethin’?”

Looking up, you smile at Joel, pushing your laptop to the side. “Yeah, actually. One of my chapters got approved by my editor.” You sighed, happily.

“Looks like that book really is comin’ along…” Joel hummed, sporting a proud look on his face. “Good thing Ellie and I made some breakfast— hot and ready! Do your parents have any champagne, so we can celebrate with some mimosa’s?”

Standing to your feet, you waved a hand. “It’s not that serious, Joel.” You chuckle, letting your hands rest on your hips.

“You think mimosa’s are serious? Whew, you need to come back home more often.” He joked, leaning on the threshold of your door.

Rolling your eyes, playfully, a chuckle leaves your throat. He was always so supportive. For a moment you though you lost the opportunity to see that side of him a long time ago. “There might be some in the fridge… And some cranberry juice.” He nodded, pumping his fist—him and Ellie were so much alike. “Give me, like, five minutes and I’ll be down. I have to respond to some messages.”

“Of course, workin’ girl. But don’t let your mimosa get warm… Or your food get cold— we worked hard on it.”

“I won’t.” You smiled, watching him leave your door. Quickly, you pulled out your cell, checking your messages. Some complaining messages from Sierra, Isa Raymond complimenting you—which she didn’t do often—and, a message from a past love interest, Abby Anderson.

Abs: I’m gonna be in your hometown for a few days, seeing some friends. We’re going to a bar later, you should come!

You hesitate to respond, but you do.

You: Oh, nice! Which bar?

There weren’t many bars where you came from, it was fairly small. But, you were getting an inkling that it was the same bar Ellie had invited you to—the Tipsy Bison.

Abs: Tipsy Bison, I believe.

You: I’m totally in. Could definitely use a drink right now.

Abs: Want me to come by and pick you up? I drove the Jaguar ;)

You: As tempting as that sounds, I already have a ride. See you then, Abby.

You slapped your phone shut to meander downstairs to the breakfast that awaited you. On a hot plate, made by Joel and Ellie themselves—which, typically, was delicious. They were both wonderful cooks.

Stepping down the stairs, you heard a sound come from your silver cell. You flipped it open with a sigh, seeing Abs highlighted by a green line.

Abs: Oh, damn… Abby. We’re not on nickname basis anymore?

You pursed your lips, shaking your head as you reached the bottom step.

You: Be normal about this, because I could’ve said no.

Shutting your phone, you slid them into the pocket of your pajama shorts. To purposefully ignore the rest of her texts until later. Everyone was still building their plates, walking to the dining table—including Cat, dressed in jeans and band t-shirt. Muse. “Joel, where’s the mimosa’s?” You arrived in the kitchen; Tommy hand you a ceramic plate was already plated with food.

“Sorry, kiddo.”

“Bug, the champagne in there has lost its bubbles— there’s no point.” He then grinned. “But that doesn’t mean we’re not gonna congratulate you for the chapter approval!” Your father clapped his hands, causing the others to join in—Maria, Joel, Cat, and Ellie.

You kiss his cheek. “Thanks, dad.” A blush frosts over your cheeks—face heating up like a furnace. “I hope we can get some by tomorrow. Thanksgiving is in two days.”

“I’m actually running downtown for a work thing…” Cat began, setting her plate at the dining table, preparing to sit. “I could grab some on the way back.”

“That’ll be perfect, Cat!” Maria exclaimed, smiling, brightly.

Why the fuck was she so nice? You almost wanted to mock your mother—even though they all just celebrated you a moment ago. Of course she’d offer to get the champagne. “Thanks, Cat.” You gave a toothless smile. A smile that plastered and could easily be noticed as fake by those around you. When you heard a snicker come from Ellie’s mouth, you knew that she noticed.

You shot her a glare, but that only made her lips spread into a wider smile. Toothy. Trying. As she settled into her chair, fork in hand.

Conversation over breakfast was light, and lovely. Slight jokes were made about Ellie’s farming skills, but nothing too much. You interacted with each other by mainly through looks and offhanded comments—enough for your mom to take notice. Nudging you under the table with her leg, but you gave her no mind.

After breakfast, you offered to clean up. And, of course, so did Ellie. You argued for a bit on who was going to wash the dishes, and who was going to dry them—settling on you washing and her drying. Cat took a taxi to wherever she needed to go, kissing the auburn-haired woman on the way out. Maria, Tommy and Joel settling in the living room, which was separated from the kitchen by a wall, catching up on sports. Your mother was oddly into that kind of stuff. Leaving you and Ellie all to yourselves, once more.

“Thanks, Cat. You’re so full of it.”

You handed her a wet, clean dish, rolling your eyes. “You have no idea what I’m full of.” A scoff falls from your lips, slightly curling at the ends. It’s not like you were upset, you were amused—you found her amusing. There was time between the scuffle from earlier and now; plus, you had a bit of a distraction for later.

You lathered the plate, running it under the hot water to rinse it off. “Your poker face is the absolute worst. Some things just never change— be okay with that.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Some things never change. You’re still so fucking annoying.”

“And, I remember you also saying… Corny?”

You drop your hands in the sink, running your tongue over your bottom lip. Frankly, you missed this so bad. Meeting her eyes was like the tide rising on a beach—it always happened in way that was intertwining and overcoming. This was how Ellie Williams flirted; she was incredibly insufferable! Her voice dropped an octave, becoming a bit raspier than it already was. You were familiar because, well, she used to be yours. And, like she said, some things never change.

The only way you could respond was by peering at her. Inspecting her. Handing over the wet dish without sparing a glance at the ceramic plate. You watched as she primed her lips to speak. “All jokes aside…” She began, wiping down the plate with a turquoise towel. “I wanna apologize for the pressure earlier— coming out with me.” Finishing up, she set the dishes on the rack, leaning her lower back against the counter. Her arms crossed over her chest, the tattoo on her forearm coming into view—something you didn’t fully notice before. “I totally get the hesitation. Dina can be a… Handful at times.”

“About that…” You dried your hands, wiping the water off the counter. “I’ve actually decided to go. I could use some hometown socializing— and Jesse’s still pretty sweet.”

Her earthy eyes sized you up, squinting her eyes. “Oh, is that who you want me to set you up with?”

“Seriously, Ellie, keep your day job.” You rolled your eyes, fixing everything around the kitchen so it could look clean. “We kind of keep in touch on MySpace.”

She gasped, deepening her eyebrows. “MySpace! I don’t even have you on MySpace—! I’m friends with Jesse, I would’ve seen this.”

“Well, my username isn’t quite my name… It’s BugsWritersRoom, and my icon is a picture of a latte— I can understand the confusion.” You shrug, nonchalantly.

Ellie subtly clenched her jaw at the idea of Jesse keeping something like this from her. It was fucked up to keep her from BugsWritersRoom—Ellie needed to be in on that. Whether she was going to friend you or not. “I’m about to start writing a bit… What’s you username, so I can stalk ‘ya?” The tone of your voice insinuated that it was a joke, but you weren’t joking at all. However, it wasn’t that you couldn’t find her before; you just didn’t want to. Twenty-four hours ago you were keen on keeping your distance—that also meant watching her online.

But, since the rekindling of this stomped out fire, you might as well catch up. And she was planning to do the same.

“StarlighterWilliams…” She muttered, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. You couldn’t help but wonder how she could shape shift from a semi-confident joker, to a bashful blusher within a few minutes—Ellie was one of a kind, certainly.

You hummed, lips curling at the sides. “Still a Savage Starlight fan, huh?”

“Yup.”

“At least all those comics and merch I bought for you didn’t go to waste.” You glance at the tall grandfather clock against the wall, huffing. Before you went out tonight, you wanted to get some words out of your head—there was plenty of time, as it was only nearing one in the afternoon. But you wanted some alone time, too.

She wanted to respond with how she’d never toss the items you bought for her—something cheesy like that—but, you spoke before her. “I guess the next time I’ll see you, I won’t be in old-as-shit pajamas. What are you thinkin’—? 9:30?”

“Yeah, 9:30s fine…” Her eyes ran over your frame. The tight strappy top that clung to your adult figure, and the loose satin shorts that hung low on your hips. A water stain had grown on the middle of your stomach from washing the dishes, and because the shirt was white your skin peeked through. If only it was a little higher—

“Cool. See you later.” You walked around the island, toward your parents and Joel. “If you guys need anything, I’ll be upstairs working. Just call me.” Ellie watched as you bent down to kiss their temples, including Joel from an old habit. She watched you laugh if off, but your pace quickened toward the stairs. Your eyes flickered to hers, a causal finger pointing in her direction. “That goes for you, too.” You winked.

It was like everything was in slow motion as she watched you. Especially, that fucking wink! Yeah, Ellie understood that wink was probably for weed—it couldn’t have been anything else. “I’m getting myself into some deep trouble.” She spoke under her breath, hanging her head low.

“Hey, guys!” She spoke to the three Miller’s on the couch, stalking toward the front. “I’ll be at the guesthouse.” She waved a few fingers, with her mind occupied completely elsewhere. In the gutter, as many called it.

Joel turned around, leaning his arm against the back of the couch. “You don’t wanna see the bets for the thanksgiving game?”

Ellie didn’t even pause at the door, she responded while walking through. “Absolutely the fuck not. You kids have fun, though!”

She basically ran to the guesthouse, leaning her back against the door once she was inside. In short, she was horny. Oh, so horny—Ellie was without a muse in many different parts of her life currently. And, don’t get her wrong; her girlfriend was smoking hot, but she wasn’t you! She couldn’t be happier that Cat was out of the house. So, she could lay her back against the bed they shared, with her pants off and her hand between her legs. Mind trailing with images of you.

Meanwhile, you sat crisscrossed on your made-up bed, searching for Ellie. StarlightWilliams, she said. You clicked and scrolled until you saw her user icon. It was a picture of her playing guitar. Her short side-bangs covered her face, arms draped over the guitar she’s had for years. At least, it looked like that one that you were familiar with. The one you carved your initials into the back when you were sixteen. Somebody had taken the picture, and you hoped to God it wasn’t Cat. That was your first thought.

You were beginning to make peace with the fact that you were an asshole. Your parents raised an asshole who’s jealousy raged in a passive manner.

With hesitation, you clicked the her name. Her account popped up and was coded to absolute hell. Did she do all of this herself? The side panels had a bunch of Savage Starlight png’s floating around. And, there was a silly picture in her bio of Kenny from South Park—of course, she liked South Park.

Her mood was recently updated: Conflicted.

Her bio was very concise: i’m ellie :3. Which is then preceded by a couple music videos: Hella Good by No Doubt and Somewhere Only We Know by Keane.

You found yourself smiling as you scrolled down her profile, causing you to click the friend button without a second thought. Skipping over the photos of her and Cat, which wasn’t that hard to do—considering there wasn’t many. There were photos of Ellie cuddled between Jesse and Dina, looking happier than ever. Some mirror photos taken with a camera in her bathroom. Her hair mussed and choppily cut, but nonetheless, she looked good. Small nerdy shirts and low-hanging jeans, accessorized with studded belts and carabiners.

Hot.

Breaking you from what felt like a spell, your roommate began ringing your cell. She caused you to shut your laptop, and roll all over your bed talking to her. You paced around your room, playing with little knickknacks, glancing out your window to see the view of the guesthouse.

Sierra demanded to know the details about being around your teenagehood ex-girlfriend, and you told her enough. Not the intrusive thoughts about being a homewrecker, but how easily they got along. How the past had only come up once, but not in the way you thought it would. You bickered and joked and teased like nothing happened.

Now, your roommate back in Manhattan, laughed at that. She claimed that she had psychic tendencies, saying: you guys are gonna fuck nasty! You refused, feigning sounds of disgust. That wasn’t the case—that could never be the case. To change the subject, you mentioned Abby being in town, and she grimaced on the other line.

It was girl talk like no other.

After the call, you decided to quit daydreaming over Ellie’s MySpace account and actually start writing.

The next chapter you were working on was following moments after the breakup—the sorry attempts at moving on, college, moving from home.

You spent hours outlining and rough drafting, cursing at yourself because nothing was coming out right. Sooner or later, eight o’clock came around—meaning it was time for you to get ready.

Sifting through your luggage, you threw clothes over your shoulder trying to piece together an outfit. You wanted to look good, but you didn’t want to appear like you were trying too hard. Abby was gonna be there, so you couldn’t slack. And, Ellie hasn’t seen you in anything other than comfortable clothes since you reconnected.

Jeans were your safety, and a black jean vest you were going to put over a white v-neck—not forgetting the leather jacket to cover your arms and a pair of boot heels to give you some height.

You were ready by 9:15, adding perfume to the pressure points on your body. Dressing your lips in a sparkling lipgloss that complimented your skin. With a baggy purse on your shoulder, you clicked your finger on the buttons in your phone, descending the staircase.

Abs: Always so feisty, babe. See you later.

Seeing her message from earlier, you puff a frustrated breath from your lips. Babe. God, that woman needed to pipe it down—it’s like she knew you were gonna give it up, or something. That was actually something you were still unsure about.

When you appeared in the living room, your heels alerted your family to your presence. Ellie leaned against the couch, coolly, swinging her keys around her finger. She wore low-hanging jeans, a plain top with a striped long-sleeve under it with a thick jacket layered on top—probably Joel’s. “You ready to go?” You raised your eyebrows, chewing on your bottom lip—nerves wracking through you.

Either because of Ellie’s soft eyes on you, or the anticipation of seeing Abby. It was hard to tell.

“Uh, y-yeah… Yeah, let’s go.” She stammered, standing to her feet.

Maria sipped on a glass of wine, eyeing your clothes. “You look cute, Bug— for any reason in particular?” She raised a blonde eyebrow.

“Mom, I’m going to a bar… Why wouldn’t I look cute?”

“She’s a single woman in her twenties, Maria—“

“Let’s not.” You wave your hand, cutting Tommy off. “Ellie,” You spoke, subtly pleading.

She nodded, catching the keys in her hand. “All right, we’re going.” Ellie opened the door for you, allowing you to push toward the screen door—the one you held for her.

“Be safe!”

“Of course!” The both of you responded, glancing at each other with semi-stern eyes.

Heels clicking on the porch, you walk down the steps into the gravel. “Where’s Cat? Is she not going out with us?”

Ellie unlocked her truck, clicking the button on the remote in her hand. “Wouldn’t you like to know…”She snickered, peering at you, unable to hide the glimmer in eyes from taking in your appearance. “Her work thing took longer than she thought. She didn’t feel like comin’ out.”

Yes!

“Ah,” You responded instead of jumping up and down, cheering. Getting into the car was a lift, hopping into the passenger seat.

Her copper truck had aged, but had that same old feel to it. Feeling the stitched seats, shamelessly, brought you back to when you were younger—sitting in her truck those first few times. It was kind of claustrophobic and intimidating being this tightly bound to Ellie.

She was less tense, shutting the door behind her. Ellie put the keys in the ignition, starting the car and turning on the radio. Blink-182, I Miss You, played low—the silence between the two of you speaking up. She scoffed under her breath, switching the radio to another station. “Too slow,” The auburn-haired woman muttered.

“I liked that song, though…” You look at her from the corner of your eye.

Hesitantly, she glanced at you, reached her hand back to the number to switch the station back to the alternative one playing Blink-182. Ellie pressed her lips into a line, putting the truck into drive.

The trip was no longer than ten minutes to the Tipsy Bison. A trip filled with radio music and glances back and forth. To occupy yourself, you played Tetris on your cell until you felt the truck slowing down in the parking lot. When she shut the car off, that’s when your nerves really picked up.

“They should already be inside.” Ellie pointed out. She inspected you the passenger seat, rigid shoulders and a clenching jaw. “You look good— great, even. It might be a little awkward, but—“

“How about this…” You run your tongue over your bottom lip, tasting the strawberry flavored gloss on your lips. “You go on ahead inside— I’ll meet you.” Pulling the handle, you hop out the truck. Your fingers rustle through your purse for the yellow pack of American Spirits and your lighter.

Ellie bunched her thick eyebrows, following you out the car. Locking the doors behind her. “What?”

“I can’t smoke inside… So, go ahead.” You popped out a cigarette, placing it between your lips.

“You sure? I feel like it’ll be easier if we walk in together.” She furrowed her eyebrows, seeing the uncomfortableness written all over your face.

“I’m sure, Ellie. Just go.” You avert your eyes, lighting the tip of the nicotine stick. Waiting for that first inhale to calm your nerves.

She stuffed her hand into her pockets, nodding her head. “I will see you inside, right?” Ellie questioned, fearing that you’d run off. Your only response was a released of smoke from your lips, and a pair of narrowed eyes. “Fuck,” She cursed. “Fine. See you inside.”

Ellie disappeared into the bar. You kicked a leg up against the wall, tapping the ash from your cigarette. Who knew what the feelings of one person could do. In your head, you played through every possible outcome of the situation—seeing Dina again. She could either be really sweet, like she used to be, or still be that grudging person that you familiarized yourself after that day.

The high beams of a shiny, black Jaguar came into your sights—blinding you. You hold up your hand, covering your eyes with arched lips. They were so bright, you didn’t realize who they belonged to until she got out. The blonde wore all black in the sleekest way possible—letting everyone know in this town that she was better than them. That was just the aura she had.

Her long blonde hair was pushed behind her ears and shifted against her black leather jacket. The high beams blinked off, as she approached you, pushing up a a pair of black sunglasses over her head.

“It’s dark out. How do you even drive with those things on?” You raise a skeptical eye, taking a drag from the cigarette between your index and middle finger.

“A hi or hello would be a preferred greeting.” Abby teased, lips spreading into a movie-star smile.

Pressing your lips into a line, ashing the rest of the cigarette out on the wall. “Hi, Abby.” You couldn’t have rolled your eyes harder, really. Her strong arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into her chest. It was firm, but most importantly, warm and comforting. Your arms stretched around her back, nuzzling more into her embrace.

“I hope the cigarette’s the only reason why you’re standing out in the cold.” She pulled back just enough, to keep your bodies pressed together and to meet your eyes.

“Yeah, pretty much.” You purse your lips.

Abby’s hand massaged your tensed shoulders. “Then, let’s get inside. Let me get you a drink to warm you up.”

Ellie already had a drink in hand, and a water for you, unsure of what you wanted. Jesse and Dina had visited her many times in New York—this wasn’t a rekindling. It was just a couple of friends meeting for some beers and a few laughs. Her olive eyes kept glancing at the door waiting for you to come through in all of your glory. And, you were being timed. If you didn’t push through those doors within the next ten minutes, she was going to come out and drag you inside.

As she were about to tell them that she was going to get you, threatening Dina to be nice, you walked in. But you weren’t alone. A tall, muscular blonde had her arm around your shoulders, pulling your tight to her side. And, fucking hell, she looked so much cooler than Ellie did.

She watched as her blue eyes danced around the bar, looking for someone. They widened, and a smile spread on her lips. Hand raising to the ceiling to wave at her friends occupying a booth behind Ellie, Jessie, Dina. “Who the fuck is that?” She spoke, arching her lip in disgust—which wasn’t entirely purposely.

You noticed Ellie, standing from the table she sat at. Waving your fingers, you gave a small smile. Until your eyes landed on an obsidian-haired young woman, with a resting bitch face worse than your own. Dina was leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed. You allowed Abby to guide you to the bar, ordering your usual—a double vodka cranberry.

Something about this night was going to be very, very long. Good thing Cat didn’t come out.

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[writingwithciara]

across the hall; part 1 -quinn hughes-

summary: y/n moves in across the hall from quinn and in an emergency, she leaves her five-year old daughter in his care

word count: 1.4k

pairing: quinn hughes x single mom reader

notes: probably going to make this into a mini series because i have too many ideas to fit them in 1 fic. enjoy

y/n was walking into her apartment when her mom called, telling her how worried she was.

"mom, will you relax? i'm going to be fine. it's safer for me out here anyway." y/n walked into her apartment and set her keys down on the counter. her daughter took her shoes off and ran to her bedroom.

"have you met any of your neighbors yet, sweetie?"

"no, mom. i haven't met anyone in the building yet and i don't plan on it any time soon. i've been really busy with work and stuff and just haven't had the time nor the interest in doing so. plus, you know how abby is with strangers."

"i would feel better if you made at least one friend, dear. you're all alone in vancouver. anything could happen to you."

"what if i meet the wrong person, mom? ever think about that?"

"that doesn't worry me because i know you'll trust your instincts."

"and that's why i haven't bothered to talk to anyone in the building yet. besides, it's only my first week here. there's still plenty of time."

"okay fine. but i want you to keep me updated at all times."

"yes ma'am." y/n switched the phone from one ear to the other. there was a knock on the door and she jumped. "i gotta go mom. dinner's here."

"alright. love you sweetie. give abby a kiss for me."

"will do. love you too. bye." she hung up the phone and opened the door. "about time. i'm starving." she looked up from her wallet. "wait, you're not the pizza guy."

"no, i am not. my name is quinn and i live across the hall there." he turned and pointed to the door behind him. "i noticed you just moved in recently and i thought i'd be neighborly and come say hi, see if you needed any help with anything."

"that's very kind of you, quinn. but so far, i've got things handled. thank you though."

"well, if you ever need my help with anything, you know where to find me." he smiled and turned back towards his own apartment. just as y/n was about to shut her door, quinn turned back around. "i'm sorry. i completely forgot to ask for your name."

"it's y/n."

"mommy, i'm hungry." abby came up to y/n and looked at her.

"i know, sweetie. the pizza should be here shortly."

"okay. i'll be in my room." the girl turned around and headed down the hallway.

"she's adorable. how old is she?"

"she's 5, almost 6."

"they're always the cutest at that age." quinn smiled. "well, it was nice to finally meet you, y/n. see you later." he waved and entered his own apartment, leaving y/n to finally close her door.

"hey, abby. want a snack to hold you over until dinner gets here?"

"yes please." abby came out of her room to grab a snack from her bucket and headed back to play with her dolls.

y/n was about to send a text to her mom, letting her know she finally met a neighbor, when there was another knock on her door.

"this better be the pizza." she opened the door and saw quinn standing there holding a pizza box.

"they brought it to the wrong apartment. but don't worry. it's paid for. the guy didn't have time to walk across the hall so i paid him."

"you really didn't have to do that, quinn. but thank you." y/n accepted the pizza and looked at him. "would you maybe want to come in for a slice or two?"

"sure." quinn followed y/n into her apartment and sat on one of the stools at the island.

"abby, dinner's ready."

"yay. pizza!" the little girl yelled and ran out of her room. she stopped in her tracks when she saw quinn. "hi."

"hello."

"quinn, this is my daughter abigail. sweetheart, this is quinn. he lives across the hall."

"do you have kids?"

"no. not yet."

"how old are you?"

"i'm 24."

"oh, so is mommy. she just had a birthday."

"did you really?" quinn turned his attention from abby to y/n.

"no." y/n set the plates down on the island and helped abby into her chair. "well, i didn't just have a birthday. it's been a few months now."

"oh. well i'll be 25 next month."

"in case i don't see you, happy birthday." y/n smiled and began eating her slice of pizza.

"thank you." quinn smiled back and looked at abby,

"shit." y/n pulled her ringing phone out of her pocket and answered it. "hello? yeah. i'll be right there." she hung up and looked at quinn. "i barely know you but i just got called into work for an emergency and abby's normal sitter is busy tonight. would you mind-"

"go to work. i'll watch your daughter."

"you are a lifesaver quinn." y/n ran to her room to get ready. she came out 5 minutes later. "this is crazy. it's my first night off and i was hoping to relax but of course there's an emergency when the hospital is short-staffed."

"oh, you work at the hospital? how are you liking it?"

"it keeps me busy and pays well. but it's a very demanding job. i don't get to spend as much time with abby as i would like."

"that's alright, mom. i understand."

"i love you, sweetheart. now, be on your best behavior for quinn. if you're good, we can get you some new toys this weekend. how's that sound?"

"like an easy task." abby smiled and looked at quinn.

"okay great. thanks again, quinn." y/n smiled and walked out the door.

"alright, abby. what do you want to do?"

"dolls, makeover, tea party?"

"sounds like fun. shall we add music?"

"yes! dance party! mommy never has time for one."

"then we shall have one." quinn went on his music app and put on some popular music that was age appropriate and followed abby to her room to get the makeover started.

after a few hours of playtime, they settled down and quinn put on a random disney movie. abby cuddled up to his side and fell asleep within the first 20 minutes.

when the movie was finished, quinn put on another one and waited for y/n to get home.

he was halfway through the third movie when y/n walked through the door.

"i am so sorry. it took a lot longer than i thought but-" she stopped when quinn put his finger to his lips to shush her. "awe look at that. she must really like you."

"why do you think that?"

"she never falls asleep for anyone other than me. and she loves her usual sitter."

"oh." quinn smiled and adjusted his legs as y/n picked abby up.

"mommy?" abby rubbed her eyes and when she saw it was her mom, she just cuddled into her more.

y/n put abby in her bed and made sure she went back to sleep before she headed back to quinn.

"thank you so much for doing this. i didn't expect to get called into work tonight." she went to hand quinn some money but he stopped her.

"you don't have to pay me. i had a lot of fun."

"was she good?"

"very good. and such a polite child."

"what did you guys do?"

"after you left, we played with her barbies for about half an hour. and when she got bored of that, we had a tea party and then she did my 'makeup'." quinn chuckled. "oh. and we had a mini dance party before i put on some movies for her to settle down to. she was out within the first 20 minutes."

"well, sounds like you had a good time and honestly, i can't thank you enough for watching her. i owe you."

"it's fine. like i said, i had fun. consider that my payment."

"you're the best." y/n walked with quinn out into the hall. he walked up to his door and looked back.

"if i'm not busy & you ever need someone to watch abby, i would be more than happy to do it."

"really? oh my gosh. you really are the sweetest person i've ever met."

"what can i say? my mother raised me right." quinn flashed her a smile and opened his door. "good night, y/n."

"good night, quinn."

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tags: @alwaysclassyeagle

[kawaiigirly21]

Our Little Soda Pop: Chapter 12

Wang

Seonmul

Gongju

“Mama?” Wang stood on his toes to try and look over the kitchen counter while Natasha cracked eggs into a glass. “Yes baby?” The woman smiled as she watched her son's big golden eyes look at her in curiosity. “Aren't the eggs supposed to go in the pan?” He asked, pointing to the glass. “Most times, but your Daddy drinks them like this." As if on cue, Abby came from the bedroom and immediately grabbed the glass and drank the raw eggs down. Completely disgusting Wang in the process. “Morning little man!” He patted the boy's head. Not missing his disgusted expression. “That was so gross!! Why can't you eat them like a normal person!?” Wang shouted. His 9 year old mind was blown.

“Well… because we're not normal. We're spooky! Boooooo~” Abby teased, tickling the boy. “Morning babe.” Abby smiled as he looked at Natasha who wiped down the counter. “Good morning love. How'd you sleep?” She asked before turning on the skillet. “Great. Save for Baby kicking me in my side again.” The moment Natasha laughed, Mystery entered the kitchen. “Good morning everyone.” Wang then immediately ran to his father. “Papa!!” Without missing a beat, Mystery scooped Wang up into his more muscular arms and pressed a sweet kiss to Natasha’s head. “Yuck! No! That's my mom!” Wang whined as he pushed Mystery's face away from Natasha's.

“I'm not just your mom Wang. You share me with your siblings, you know?” The woman smiled softly before the sound of little feet running across the floor hit her ears. “Seonmul? What are you doing?” She looked over the counter to see her 6 year old holding onto Derpy while trying to hide a bag of candy. “Nothing…” He mumbled trying to hide the bag. “What do you have? You know you're not supposed to have candy before breakfast. It's an afternoon snack.” She spoke, taking the bag from his little hands. “Where'd you get these?” She asked. “Papa. They were in his bag.” Natasha's eyes widened before she grabbed the boy and looked into his eyes.

“You didn't eat any did you?!” Seonmul shook his head a little startled and Natasha sighed before running to the bedroom to find Baby just waking up. “Hey doofus! Why didn't you hide these better?! Your son almost ate your edibles!” Baby’s eyes immediately lost any hint of sleep as he jumped out of the bed. “How? I had those in my bag? I thought I told him not to go through my stuff?” He took the bag and put it back in his duffle bag before taking it and placing it high up in the closet. “We gotta talk to him about that.” He groaned as Natasha kissed his cheek. “Morning to you too by the way.” As Natasha left the room, she was greeted by Romance and their 3 year old daughter Gongju dressed alike. “Aren't we the best looking duo you have ever seen?” He grinned.

“You two look amazing. Good morning love. Where are you two headed?” She asked. “Daddy Daughter class. Today we're supposed to be learning about etiquette!” Romance smiled before kissing Natasha deeply. “Mm~ wait, etiquette? She's 3.” Natasha pointed out. “It's never too early to learn how to be a proper lady. Just like her Mommy.” Gongju giggled as Romance tickled her tummy before she reached her tiny arms out for Natasha. Taking her into her arms, Natasha smiled at her pink haired daughter. “Hi honeybun. You behave for Daddy today ok?” The little 3 year old nodded her head as Natasha kissed her cheek causing her to giggle before handing her back to Romance. The moment she did, the crying of infants alarmed her.

“Abby! The twins are awake! Can you warm some bottles?” She asked as the man was already mid flip of a pancake for Wang and Seonmul. “Yea babe! Just let me finish making the boys stuff!” Nodding and kissing Romance goodbye, Natasha walked to the nursery where she found a sleeping Jinu and the twins sitting up in their cribs watching him. The twins were a bit of a phenomenon with having two different fathers. Little Jin belonging to Jinu and Little Ganghan belonging to Abby. “I got the bottles!” Abby announced as he entered the nursery and chuckled once his eyes caught sight of Jinu. “How long was he in here?” He asked while picking up Ganghan and feeding him.

“Probably all night. He must be exhausted.” Natasha pouted as she fed Jin. Suddenly, the man began to stir in the rocking chair he was in before sitting up and yawning and looking at his watch. “What time is it?” Natasha smiled and kissed the man's cheek. “Morning. You go get some rest. Abby and I will take the twins for today.” She smiled. “Are you sure? You just left the hospital a few weeks ago…” Natasha nodded as she looked through the closet for the twin's diaper bag. “They're growing at a fast rate. They're only a few weeks old and they're already sitting up. That's our demon DNA for ya!” Abby grinned as he looked in Ganghan’s mouth for any sign of fangs growing in.

“Nothing yet. But I'm sure they'll grow soon.” Natasha smiled as she put the bag on her shoulder and kissed Jinu. “Go rest dear. We got this.” Later that day, while at the park, Natasha and Abby met with Romance who surprised them. “I thought you guys had class today!” Natasha grinned widely as she watched Gongju reach for her. “It ended early! So I thought I'd take her to the park and that's when we saw you guys! I'm surprised you didn't hear her scream your name. She nearly jumped out of my arms to get to you.” Romance laughed as he took Jin in his arms so Natasha could play with Gongju.

“Mommy! Mommy! Slide?” She smiled brightly before Natasha picked her up and took her to the slide. “We'll be right back!” The men smiled as they watched their wife play with their daughter. “I don't know what she was worried about. She's a great mom.” Abby smiled as Romance nodded. “I love her so much.” He replied. “Me too man. Me too.”

[pirrusstuff]

Sooo my little brother (he's 6) and I watch 911 together, I make shure to skip the parts he shouldn't be seeing and sometimes I have to explain some stuff to him, etc. so here are some of his opinions

Bobby is his favorite character, his number 1 like he says

He LOVES Chimney

Buck is his second favorite because he wants to be as tall as him

Shannon defender

Abby hater

Thought Buvk and Eddie were a couple for a long time

He covered his eyes with his hands during THE kitchen scene because he thought they were going to kiss

Taylor Kelly defender

Thinks that Buck's loft is the coolest house

He wishes he could be friends with Christopher

He cried when Buck was struck by the lightning ( he though he was gone gone)

Doesn't like Athena too much ( he's afraid of cops a little bit)

He likes Maddie because she reminds him of our mom

He wants to see more of Karen's work

He hasn't seen the last season because it's not available in Spanish yet soooo he's probably going to have some new opinions as soon as he sees it.

[screamingintotheneverendingvoid]

The Worst Day xx

John Carter x nurse!reader (Sunny)

Summary: John’s world is imploding, and you get caught in the crossfire.

Warnings: season 6 episode 22, so lots of ANGST here, talk of addiction/drug use, a few uses of Sunny instead of y/n, reader is the saddest bitch around, john gets a little mean, kind of cliffhanger ending in that I haven’t watched none of season 7 yet so I don’t know what’s going to happen next.

A/N: I was writing something completely different than this but I fucked that up and ended up just writing this instead. I wanted to write everything in between the Valentine’s Day stuff and this but like I said, this kind of just took over and I figured I’d go ahead and post it cause why not.

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“Hey, what are you doing out here?”

John smiled as he saw you walk out of the ambulance bay doors, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He looked tired, but when hadn’t he lately?

“I saw you walk outside and we haven’t seen much of each other today, so I figured I’d sneak out for a minute.”

You walked over to him, sitting down beside him on the bench. Your nose curling up as the scent of the cigarette he was smoking hit your nose. He caught the look out of the corner of his eye, but just stayed looking ahead,

“I know you hate them, but it’s been a bit of a day. I needed one.”

“Tough case?” You asked propping your chin on his shoulder as you looked up at his profile.

“Uh, no… I mean I guess, but it’s more than that.”

You could see him wrestling with himself until he let out a defeated sigh.

“Abby thinks I took drugs from a trauma and used them in the trauma room. She’s told Weaver and Greene. I promise I didn't do it, but they don’t believe me.”

He let that set in the air, and your brows furrowed. John? Of all people? Her mind must’ve made something look one way to her because no way would John do that.

“You told them you didn’t do it though, right? You would never do something so dangerous at work. They know that and you know I believe you.”

You grab on to his bicep, willing him to look at you.

Those brown eyes turn to you, “Of course I told them but I don’t think they’re going to drop it.”

“That’s ridiculous, I know Abby isn’t a liar but she must’ve just thought she saw something. Her mind was playing tricks on her. I’m sorry, baby. Do you want me to talk to them? I don’t know if I can really help but they have to know this is some misunderstanding.”

He shook his head before taking another drag of his cigarette,

“No, don’t worry about it, I’ll sort it out. It’s just nice to know you’re on my side.”

You lovingly smile at him, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, I always am.”

He opened his mouth to reply but got cut off by

“Sunny, one of your patients needs a new IV bag!” Yosh yelled out the door before dashing back in.

“Well, duty calls. Keep me in the loop about what happens, okay? Try not to worry about it, you did nothing wrong, so nothing to worry about.”

John had an unreadable look in his eyes for a half of a second, but it was gone before you could think more on it and he gave you a smile as you leaned down to peck his lips.

“I will. Go have fun changing IV bags.”

“Oh, I will. Thank you very much.” You pecked his lips again, not wanting to part but duty did indeed call.

So you rushed back towards the ER and the rest of your day.

—

You felt anxious when Weaver asked you to come into the lounge. It was like a brick was just sitting in your stomach. You had a feeling you knew exactly what this was about but you didn’t really want to talk about it right now.

Opening the door to the lounge you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Dr. Greene, Dr. Chen, and Dr. Benton. Along with Dr. Weaver.

You definitely felt lightheaded.

“Sunny, thanks for coming. Please, sit.” You just quickly shook your head at Weaver’s words. You didn’t want to sit down right now, you didn’t want to be here. You wanted to run far away from here.

“I’m sure Carter’s mentioned something to you by now about what occurred earlier.”

“Yeah that Abby accused him of using drugs? You all know that’s insane, he would never do that! He loves this job and his patients, he would never put them in danger like that.” You crossed your arms over your chest and let your eyes dart between everyone as you spoke.

“He… he promised me he didn’t do it.” You said it softly and immediately had to turn your eyes away from the pitiful looks you were getting from your coworkers.

“We know this is a lot to take in at the moment but we have to do something or this will have to go higher up. We don’t want that. So the group of us are going to talk to him about getting treatment. We, of course, want you there. You’re probably the most important person to him, so it would mean a lot.”

Every word Weaver spoke felt like a blow to the stomach. To the point you finally had to sit down on the couch because you couldn’t stay upright. Your head resting on your hands as you teared up.

You didn’t want to believe this, but that voice in the back of your mind reminds you that nothing felt right lately. You tried to brush it off in your mind as his trauma and him just refusing to face it in his stubborn way had manifested these changes. Drugs hadn’t once crossed your mind.

“He’s been through so much, I just… I just thought his behavior was his poor way of coping… he saw what drugs did to his cousin, so I never thought he would…”

Jing-Mei got up from her spot at the table and sat down beside you on the couch, placing a comforting hand on your back and rubbing soothing circles.

“You couldn’t have known. I thought he was showing signs of bipolar, drugs didn’t cross my mind either.”

You leaned into her touch, trying to will yourself not to break down completely. This was about John and getting him help, if this was true. Your mind whispered the last part.

“I don’t want to believe it either, Sunny, but if we’re doing this either way, I definitely think you should be there.” Hearing Benton speak, you look over at him, and then at the three others in the room taking in their glum, serious expressions.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

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You stood beside Jing-Mei, holding onto her hand tightly. You were glad she was letting you do so because you weren’t sure that you wouldn’t try to run away if she hadn’t.

Your heart was beating like a drum against your chest and the nausea hadn’t left you since this whole thing started.

When Kerry brings John in, your world stops for a moment, his expression breaks your heart. You hear him talk and then Anspaugh, and Greene speak but everything almost sounds like you’re hearing it through water.

Especially when John’s eyes land on you and the betrayal in them is almost more than you can handle. Part of you wants to stop everything happening right now and just to take him in your arms.

Say this all a mistake, everyone was just making a mistake.

Anything that would make sure he never looked at you that way again.

You don’t even have to courage to look him in the eyes at the moment, and close yours hoping maybe all this is just some twilight zone episode.

When Jing-Mei speaks up though and he snaps at her, your eyes snap up to him, “John, that’s not fair…”

Speaking makes his gaze look onto you, “Really? You’re going to speak up after telling me this afternoon you believed me and then you go behind my back by being apart of this?”

You and John never really had fights, misunderstandings, sure but nothing like this. He moved from being in Jing-Mei’s face to being right in yours. You weren’t going to let your nerves get the better of you now, and you looked right back at him.

You had known somewhere in your mind they were right about this, but damn, had you really hoped they were wrong. You knew looking in his eyes at this moment it was true.

Weaver started talking to him again and he moved away from you, but not before giving you a look that hit you right in the heart. It was an almost hate filled look. You put all your strength into squeezing Jing-Mei’s hand, so that you wouldn’t burst into tears right then.

When Weaver starts asking him about track marks, you watch him break down further and you can do nothing but watch.

When he’s finally had enough, and quits as he storms out, you try to call out to him but you already know it’s no use.

“John…”

You let your tears fall after he leaves, grateful when you hear Benton go out the door after him. Jing-Mei takes you into her arms and just hugs you tightly.

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“Did he get on the plane?”

You hear the English accent of Dr. Corday, and turn your eyes towards her. You’re dressed in civilian clothes, bag on your shoulder but sitting down at the desk beside Weaver. She had a water bottle in your hand that she was making you sip on.

“I don’t know. Peter hasn’t called.”

“I wonder what he said.”

“Who knows, I just hope Carter gets on.”

“Yeah.”

You listen to them half heartedly, taking another sip of your water. You knew if anyone could get through to John, it was Peter. You were so grateful that’s who was with him right now, it made the raging storm inside you feel a little better.

Normally hearing the grating voice of Romano wouldn’t bother you so much, you could tune him out, but right now his voice, and presence, felt like wading through barbed wire.

You laid your head down on the desk until he was gone. Utterly shocked he didn’t have some comment for you but maybe he could tell today was not the day to mess with you.

You were trying to keep your job.

“You want to go get something to eat or something?”

Greene asked the two of you after Corday had to leave to go back upstairs but you just shook your head.

“Uh, no. I’ll think I’ll wait to hear that he got on.”

“Okay, well, call me.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks.”

“Take care of yourself, Sunny, okay?”

It took you a moment to realize Greene was talking to you and not just Weaver. You smiled sadly at him.

“I will, I promise.”

He gave your shoulder a quick squeeze before heading off.

You just sat in your corner when Weaver was called to the phone and waited until she got back, reality and time felt so warped in this moment.

“Kerry… can I stay here with you until Benton calls?”

She looked up at you with a soft expression,

“Of course you can, I would enjoy the company.”

“And Kerry… thank you. I don’t know how this is all going to go but I’m so glad he has so many people that care about him and that you guys did this.”

Weaver puts her hand over yours,

“No worries. I’m just glad you were there and he will be too, it’ll just take time.”

You nodded not quite reassured by her words. You didn’t know what was going to happen next, where you and John stood, even if you would be able to talk to him anytime soon.

But he needed to focus on getting better, so you could wait on everything else just as long as he was okay.

[thy1quitcentral]

Kpop demon hunters XI

Huntrix vs Saja boys

X Honmoon! NB oc

Part 1 * part 2 * part 3 * part 4 * part 5 * part 6 * part 7 * part 8 * part 9 * part 10

Part 11

Part 12

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The song the girls were coming up with, was pretty good.

However the words of them made Honey frown.

Demons were bad, but must the idol awards song have to be this one?

Its been a couple of days and the Saja boys fame kept rising and rising, they won a couple of awards.

And Honey was commissioned over and over again.

Time with the boys was pretty fun.

Baby tought Honey how to pick a lock and snatch things without people noticing.

Romance and Honey write poems while watching novelas.

Abby used Honey as a weight for his workouts, so that was fun.

Mystery and Honey cooked things, Honey making sure Mystery waits till the food is done to stuff his face.

And Jinu

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Jinu was looking at his Bipa and sighed as he closed his eyes and frowned Abit. The voices, louder then ever. Pushing him to get more souls.

Jinu glared at the ground as he clenched the instrument. Then felt it, a presence again, warm and welcoming.

He looked over "hey" Honey smiled softly. "Hey.." Jinu spoke up and puts the instrument away.

"just came here to start on your measurements..." Honey explained and lifts their bag to show him. "Right" Jinu nods as he sat down quickly, almost too quickly, he almost falls over.

Honey grabs onto him and giggled "you okay?" He asked softly. Jinu nods rapidly and sat up again. He cleared his throat and looks to Honey who settled to a table and puts their stuff down.

"how have you been despite ....trying to destroy the human realm?" Honey asked and turns with the things they needed.

"great actually" Jinu said and cleared his throat awkwardly.

There was a silence.

As Honey did their work, they accidentally bumped into something and it falls over "oh! I'm sorry" they squeak and picks it up the looks at the item.

"your...Bipa" Honey spoke. Jinu stiffens "uh right! Yea....just keeping it around for now before ....things" Jinu scrunches his face up about the lie.

Honey caressed the strings and smiled "it looks so old....I'm glad you...kept it" they blush softly. Their markings glowed slowly as they strung a cord gently.

Humming a small melody.

Jinu listens silently, swaying at it.

'the Honmoon doesn't make their own music, they only steady channels to it's surface and keep it strong, as well as giving power back to the hunters'

they stopped.

"why did you stop?" Jinu asked in a quiet tone.

"I'm sorry" honey spoke and blushed even more

"for what?" Jinu asked

"I was humming.." Honey pursed their lips, why were they apologizing?

Jinu frowned at that and glared slightly "what have they been teaching you?" He huffs. "Why would humming be worth an apology...you hum beautifully" he admits.

"I know....it's just unbecoming of me" honey explains and wrote things down then turns back to Jinu who looked at them with a small sad look.

"you know if you could just let us in, we'll be able to sing and play like we used to, dance without some hunters telling you what to do" the black haired male reasons.

"that would sound like so much fun....but if I do let you in. How am I sure you will? If anything you just need me to feed your king" honey said and shook their head.

That made Jinu frown as he sighed "it was fun...wasn't it? You and me? Late at night. You dancing so... perfectly to my every song?" Jinu said.

"remember the dance?" He swayed his hips and bumped his hip to Honeys arm. Honey giggled "not that one" they shook their head.

"come on you know it" Jinu grinned and took Honeys hand and raised it, Honey snorted and swayed their hips. Both swaying in sync.

They both laughed and dance like two clowns.

Honey took the Bipa and raised it to Jinu. "Play it....for me?" They asked. Jinus heart leaped from his chest at that.

An invitation?

He plays this song now, it would definitely hypnotize Honey. It would be perfect.

But Jinu frowned and held the Bipa tightly.

He.... couldn't.

"I can't....you have work to do" Jinu smiled. And poked honeys cheek "aww" the deity pouts.

The man was trying to get Honey to see what they've been doing to them. How things would end up if they turned gold

They would be gone, not the Honmoon but Honey will be gone. Honey following the hunters would only leave them to not existing anymore.

Jinu could free them, free them from these walls and this duty that would only benefit others and not them.

"done" Honey spoke and looked away with a small blush "and...thank you" they mutter. "For the fun"

Once Honey had left

Jinu held his precious instrument again and held a deep frown.

"that was your chance" Baby popped up. Jinu tensed up and glanced over to him. "It wasn't necessary" Jinu spoke and shrugged.

"it looks to me that they were right in your hands....and you let them go" the turquoise haired demon tilts his head curiously.

"now wasn't the time...I was only seeing how I can manipulate them better next time" Jinu glared slightly at the other demon.

Baby hummed as he sucked on his lollipop and gave Jinu a smirk "you aren't going soft for the Honmoon are you Jinu? I thought you were over them" he giggled.

"Gwi-ma won't be pleased" Baby pouts.

"give it a rest baby" Jinu snaps and turns away, putting his Bipa away.

"hm"

****

Honey layed on the couch and scrolled through their phone. They look up to see Rumi walk in

"Ru" Honey smiled "I haven't seen you all day" they said and tilts their head, curiously.

"oh! Yea....sorry about that, got things on my mind" Rumi spoke and sighed.

Honey frowned at that "is it....the marks again?" They asked and frowned softly. Rumi looked to Honey, she watches as Honey opened their arms in offering.

Rumi pursed her lips then sighed as she goes to Honey and sat down. She leaned onto them and melts when Honeys arms wrap around her.

"I'm just....worried, the patterns are getting worse. Where are getting closer to the idol awards and I'm just ....stuck if only I wasn't....this" Rumi states.

Honeys arms aaaaalways brought out the words stuck in her throat. "What is "this"? You make it seem like it's a horrible thing" they spoke

They saw the self doubt in Rumis eyes. "Being part Demon.....it should be a crime" Rumi whispers and shook her head.

Honey frowned at that "your mother and father's lover shouldn't be a crime. Love shouldnt be a crime" they shook their head.

"I find it stupid, humans do this all the time, calling genuine love a crime, or sin, or problem" the deity had seen far too much conflicts on such a topic.

Many people suffer in the end.

Rumi paused "where they really....In love? Or was my mother just being used" she asks. Playing with her long hair, it was down and flowy.

Honey began braiding it and hummed in thought "you have no idea" they spoke and looked ahead. "She would always sneak off to go see him....they fell in love.......then had you" honey explains.

"kinda like what you're doing with Jinu now" Honey snorts. Rumi stood up "wha! HOW?" she exclaims in shock and panick

"Ru, I am everywhere. I know many things" The god explains and smiled fondly. "I don't shame you for seeing him....he is still...amazing" Honey looked away.

Rumi blinked in shock "I'm only trying to get information from him Honey, I would never betray the hunters" she states.

Fear crawling up at her.

"maybe try becoming friends with him, see him for his problems and maybe you can have another to support you too" Honey said in hope.

"no!"

Rumi snaps.

Honey stayed silent

"I am only doing this to find a way to get rid of him, the sooner they are gone, the sooner we can get you to be Gold and them as well as these will be gone.....and I won't have to lose my best friends" Rumi states coldly.

"but lying to them? Mira already is seeing how you've been lately. You should tell them" Honey pleads. They don't want to see the girls fight in the end.

Rumi shook her head "nothing will change till these are gone okay?" She said in frustration.

Honey stayed quiet and nodded slowly.

***

A day or so later

Bobby and Honey had arranged a meet and greet for the girls and their fans.

Things were tense, the Saja boys kept winning the fans over and more and more humans have been going Missing. The hunters could only do so much.

"alright, I know things have been all Saja Saja Saja but today it will be about Huntrix, Huntrix, HUNTRIX. Yea!" Bobby exclaims. Honey slide in and pumped the air "yea!" They exclaims.

They were in charge of selling merch so they were decked out in Huntrix merch.

"you look amazing by the way Young hoons" Bobby gave a thumbs up. "Thanks for taking care of merch distribution" he said happily "course Bobby" Honey grinned. They pass the markers to the girls.

Zoey giggled "you look really silly" she said and shook her head. "Only the best and weirdest for our girls" Bobby and Honey harmonized and grinned.

Then the fans were let in

"hey single file line" Bobby called out and the fans got into better formations. "Make sure to pass by the merch booth with me" honey called out and smiled.

Lots of fans blushed, they all knew of Huntrix's lead fashion designer. They've noticed that they were rather exclusive when it came to who got their clothes designed and tailored.

Huntrix took that spot for the years they've been famous.

Honey was currently selling the merch then raised a brow as they turn to the 5 sleeping bag ppl and only sighed softly. "Boys" they spoke with a fond chuckle.

Rumi smiled "who do I sign this out for?" She asked then looks up.

"to our biggest fans" a familiar voice ring then they popped out of their sleeping bags. The crowd gasped and cheered

The Saja boys have crashed the meet and greet.

"table stat! " Bobby called out as many grabbed a seat and chairs, leading only half of the fans to leave the line.

Rumi frowned "the Saja boys are sitting with us!" She announced and she got the fans back.

Honey had noticed Jinu and Rumi being highly close to each other, however Rumi didn't seem so happy about it.

Mira was being stuck with Romance on one side and Abby on the other. She looked like she was gonna murder the two.

Zoey was very giddy and smiley around mystery. Mystery seemed happy too, and baby was....baby?

Honey watched and smiled happily at them getting along so well.....kinda? For the fans at least. And for Their Honmoon, but Honey didn't know that.

Jinu hummed "have you told them yet?" He whispers. Rumi glared "I haven't but that's none of your business" she hissed back.

They both bickered but both froze and looked to see who was holding their shoulders.

Honey smiled happily at the two "make sure to smile you two" they said softly "you guys okay?" They whisper.

Both their faces turned bright red at the whisper.

" we are FINE!" The male and female yelled. The crowd whispered at that. Jinu looked away, eyes wide and wondering, Rinu fiddled with her hair then looked to Jinu and narrowed her eyes at him and stomps on his foot again.

"hey!" Jinu yelps and hissed in pain as he stomps back. Honey sweatdrops and squeezed their shoulders

Painfully so making their both stomp and wither in pain.

Then it was back to signing.

"so cute" a girl with glasses smiled and points at her 'rujinu' shirt.

Honey snorts and giggled in the side at their awkward and disturbed chuckles as they signed.

"Mr..Jinu?" A lil girl spoke up

"I made this for you" she said shyly.

Jinu blinked in shock "for....me?" He took the drawing gently. Rumi couldn't help but smile softly at that. "Maybe you should listen to these voices instead of the ones in your head dumbass" she whispers.

Jinu blinked and looked at Rumi then Honey.

Both talking and greeting fans.

Giggling together.

'cute'

*

Rumi smiled softly at HOney then frowned “im sorry…honey, for…snapping like that, i was in the wrong. No amount of frustration was a good excuse at yelling at the Honmoon, her friend.

Honey hummed and smiled softly “it’s alright Ru, i don’t blame you for anything” they said and took her hand. Rumi looked down and nods slowly.

*

Jinu felt that cold and old heart of his beat and flutter. The more he watched them

Rumi looks to Jinu, she only pursed her lips, she saw how the man looked at the drawing ‘he isn’t that bad?’ she said with abit of doubt.

He seemed to really admire the drawing, the way he stared at it. “Everyone give it up for JInu” she stood and clapped and the crowd all cheered for him too “woo! Jinu” the girl smiled. Honey looked at Rumi and smiled brightly at that and clapped as well.

Mira and Zoey looked at her in disbelief the at honey.

He shook his head then stood “sorry! But the saja boys must go” he said and smiled. The boys all got up

Honey pouts “ see you boys soon okay? I have your outfits almost ready” they explained.

Th boys cheered and all gave small touches of appreciation.

A kiss on each kiss from Romance

A quick hug from Baby

A head pat from Abby

A Hair nuzzle by mystery

And a gentle kiss on the knuckles by Jinu

They leave.

..................💓..................

[joshuasumter]

In celebration of the 'K-POP Demon Hunters' movie finally out today (6/20) on Netflix, here's a little crossover I thought of between 'Turning Red' and 'K-POP Demon Hunters'!

"Turning Demon Hunters" (Alternate title - "Turning Red X K-POP Demon Hunters")

SYNOPSIS/PLOT: The lives of the 4*Townies (Meilin Lee, Miriam, Priya, and Abby) are turned upside down and took a supernatural turn when demons invade and demon hunters-turned-K-pop superstars, the Huntrix, slay the day!

Things at Toronto and its Chinatown have never been better for Meilin "Mei" Lee ever since she embraced her true inner self, which sometimes resembles a giant red panda. Everything goes well until a world-renowned K-Pop girl group known as the Huntrix came to town and turned her whole life upside down!

Soon, all of Toronto is shaken up and abuzz by the awesomeness and popularity of the Huntrix, consist of superstars Rumi, Mira, and Zoey, who just became the new trend and the next big thing. At first, Meilin and her besties -- Miriam, Priya, and Abby -- aren't so sure yet about this new band that replaced 4*Town and how much things are never the same because of them, but things suddenly take an unexpected supernatural turn when demons and supernatural forces enter the human world in an attempt to steal the souls of the fans.

As their whole world falls apart, the 4*Townies are left with no choice but to turn to the Huntrix for help, who revealed to them their true nature and secret double lives...as demon hunters!

Now the 4*Townies - Mei, Miriam, Priya, and Abby - must team up with the Huntrix - Rumi, Mira, and Zoey - and set out to save both Toronto and the whole world from a demon invasion. On the bright side, the audience will think the supernatural stuff will think is all special effects...or will they?

What are your thoughts? And share your own crossover ideas and/or crossover plots between 'Turning Red' and 'K-Pop Demon Hunters'!

[tac-the-unseen]

hiiii how r u? ❤️

can you do alphabet SFW for hannigramx reader? 💕

Hannigram x Reader SFW alphabet 

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hannibal is an acts of service kind of guy. He cooks, he cleans, he helps with work, But that's just surface level stuff he does for everyone he's around. When it comes to relationships Hannibal is more of words of affirmation and physical touch. 

Will has one setting, Quality time. Sitting down to watch a show, Fishing, Long walks, Puzzles and games. All stuff he enjoys and likes sharing with his partners!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Hannibal and Will are tough nuts to crack. To have to prove yourself as trustful and reliable before they start a relationship with you. (Hannibal may or may not have had his sights set on you before he even spoke to you.)

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Hannibal enjoys occasional cuddles and hugs. He definitely needs them from time to time, but can go for a long while before he's desperate for affection.

Will simply doesn't like being touched. Tough

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Both men want a quite simple lives…. eventually…but they still have a little bit more murder in them 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Hannibal might kill you and eat you OR let you go on with your life (he will always be there, you just won't know it)

Will is a respectful gentleman and understands not all relationships work out. He'll have a long chat with you before parting ways.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

They Both want to get married. Simple as that! (Hannibal is totally a groomzilla)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Yes and No. 

They do have Gentle moments with each other, but they do get covered in blood quite often. But surprisingly the Gore can be very soft and gentle from time to time. Even down right romantic if you catch them on the right occasion. 

But you're dating two cannibals, so you already knew that.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Sometimes, they like to keep the PDA to a minimum. 

Also hugs isn't always their kind of affection, They will absolutely give hugs if you ask, but they like words of affirmation a bit more.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

YEARS. These men use verbal word play to convey affection. If they outright say ‘I Love you’, you can expect them or you to be dying.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Absolutely. They do undoubtedly have confidence in you and the relationship, but they just can't help a guy testing their smooth moves on you. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kisses are pretty rare When it comes to Hannibal and Will. Kisses are saved for special occasions and bedroom activities. BUT, if it is to occur, they're pretty soft and sensual.

Hannibal Targets the lips, knuckles, shoulders, and chest.

Will Targets the lips, neck, face, and stomach.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

……Oh…..good?......RIP Abby….

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Hannibal is up bright and early at 4:00 am. He has a whole morning routine that takes him an hour to complete. At 5:00 he makes breakfast and goes through all the appointments he has that day. At 6:00 he's out the door and off to work.

Will wakes up, lays in bed for a few minutes, uses the bathroom, and goes downstairs to eat breakfast. He heads out for work around 6:30 ish.

If they have both managed to score a day off at the same time, breakfast is pushed back and hour. Not because Hannibal spends more time in bed, but because he gets to spend more time in his grooming routine. Hannibal spends an additional hour in the bathroom cleaning himself up. 

Will on the other hand does stay in bed. He waits until Hannibal is done, uses the bathroom, and goes back to bed until breakfast is ready. He's a very simple guy. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Hannibal has a Bedtime routine that also takes quite some time. (Yes, he will occasionally skip all of that to just hop into bed, but that's not often.) If you're all close enough (and there's room) He'll let you and Will get in the shower with him. At the end he slides into the far right side of the bed and lets you and will cuddle with him.

Will takes a shower, brushes his teeth, and get into the far left side of the bed. On occasion Hannibal will force him into his own routine (which involves a lot of oils and creams) that Will is not all that pleased to be doing. 

If you're a very cuddly person, cling to Hannibal. He loves feeling needed and in control. 

If you're not a cuddly person, turn and face Will. Will isn't the biggest fan of physical touch so you'll be (relatively) left alone.

O = Open  (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say  everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

HA. 

Hannibal HAS to be in your head first before he even considers opening up in the slightest. 

Will is closed off until Hannibal reassures him that you're trustworthy. 

This could takes years.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Do they get angry easily, yes. But they are in it for the long con. 

They have taken years playing with their prey before they kill them. Their patients is through the roof. 

Hannibal is the more patient one of course, but Will is also slow moving evil in a vest. 

Q = Quizzes  (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little  detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Hannibal remembers everything you tell him. He soaks up that information like a sponge. 

Will might forget a few things but over all remembers most of what you tell him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Hannibal: 

Hannibal texts you later in the day to tell you he'll be home late. He feels bad and tries to get through the night as quickly as possible. 

When he eventually comes home he could smell a savory scent coming from the kitchen. He creeps up softly to the kitchen and peaks inside. 

There you are, doing your damn best to make dinner. He found it really sweet and let you work it out alone. 

Was it the best meal he ever had? No. Was it the one He loved the most? Yes!

Will: 

During one of the lowest points of his life He genuinely couldn't be alone. He felt like he could rely on anyone but desperately needed help, so he ended up calling you. 

You were there within an hour with an overnight bag. 

You stayed with him all night and the next day. You made sure he slept, ate, and showered. He's never forgotten that, and thinks of that act of kindness daily.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Both of them have killed for you, and will do it again.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Hannibal will put in maximum effort in all dates. He puts in the works, food, wine, place, timing, all of it 

Will will do his best, plan something nice, Wear something presentable. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

…. Despite the obvious…Hannibal can't stop staring into your soul. His gaze can pass through anyone. It's bone chilling at the best of times.

Will…. Will has one of the most infamous killers of all time in the palm of his hand. He absolutely uses that to his advantage.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Hannibal 90% sometimes He couldn't be bothered, most the time he is. 

Will 50%, He's been out and about missing some clothing. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Hannibal loves hard. Obsessively. He stalks, he creeps, he prowls, he peeps. There are no secrets, he already knows. He loves knowing, That's how he shows it.

Will needs support, well he could survive a while without you, after a few hours you will be bombarded with texts and calls. He'll be all pretty over the phone telling you he just needs to hear your voice. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Headcannons here 😘

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

•Undependable 

•bad punctuality 

•tied down 

•uneducated 

•non-adaptable 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Hannibal doesn't need any fancy stuff to sleep, But he loves to pretend he does. Face masks, thick pillows, soft heavy blankets, lotions, candles, sound machines, etc. It makes him feel high and mighty 

Will will fall asleep in his work clothes, Jeans and all.

They will of course cuddle you if you ask. 

Thanks for reading <3

[bloodybreakupscene]

-> 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘.

mike schmidt x reader

◗ mike comes back from work and u guys talk for a bit; he's very grateful for you.

◗　wrote this during school and it was most definitely NOT the most embarrassing thing ive done at school!! anyway enjoy

he's so tired, he's always so tired. he has been for a while now. it’s not entirely unnoticeable, ever since you’ve been babysitting abby he’s had bags under his eyes and wrinkles on his face. not that you really minded at least, he was trying. 

it was 6:35 when he came back to the small house he lived in. the door opened as you tried to fight back the sleepiness still left in your eyes. you tossed the blanket off of you to try and help with this problem. mike sets all of his belongings on the dinner table and looks at you. 

"morning." 

"g' morning" you manage to get out, stretching your arms and grabbing your car keys and bag with miscellaneous things,. "abby ate a bit more today, she added two more drawings to the wall." 

"that's good. she still refuses to talk to me after i brought our aunt over." 

“oh. . . that’s what she was talking about.”

“huh?” he looks up from his stuff that he was putting away (shoving into the small drawer in the hallway. “what’d she say?”

“‘dunno, something about giving her away.” 

mike sighs, “i wasn’t going to do that. she just. . . ran away before i could explain anything.”

“mm’ im sure she just didn’t understand.” you attempt to comfort him. “she definitely seems better today.” 

“good. . . i really can’t thank you enough (y/n).” he looks into your eyes as he says this, you can feel heat rising to your face as you immediately try to calm down.

“it’s fine! i mean it’s okay, i like being here.” you smile.

“it’s not much but it’s all i have right now.” he hands you a ten and five dollar bill. you felt a tad bit guilty but took the money anyway; money is money, you think. 

“thanks mike.”

“no thank you, really, i should be giving you more but, yeah.”

“well. . .i better get going..” he walks you towards the front door and waves as you walk away, a small smile on his face as he watches you drive away. he doesn’t smile often but it seems so natural when he’s with you. unbeknownst to him, a small body walks up behind him.

“do you like them?”

“abby! jeez.”

[hsangel64]

࿔📚*:･ crushing on the teacher ࿔📚*:･

pairings: abby anderson x fem teacher! reader

synopsis: reader is a teacher in the WLF and abby loves learning

warnings: mostly fluff a small amount of freaky-

a/n: let me know how you guys like this one!!

pt 2 !

abby never realized she could like someone so much, i mean she was head over heels. all she could think about was you, where you were, what you were doing, just about anything. manny always made fun of her for asking about you. the only problem was she was a stuttering mess or she talked too much around you. everyone knew her for her strength and she was intimidating really, but there was just something about you that she really didn’t know how to speak. she had a routine every day you worked, she woke up early and made you lunch to bring to you, every single day you were teaching, literally everyday. she’s that head over heels. today like no other she’s up by 6 am doing her morning routine, getting dressed and refreshed and then grabbing what she had to make you lunch. what abby didn’t know was that you always looked forward to seeing her, you thought it was super cute that she brings you lunch every day. every morning you made sure you looked your best, with the makeup you did have and the very few skirts you had that you could tell abby loved. you loved how she gets with you.

abby packed it up in a small paper bag and started to make her way to your classroom. you were in your classroom by 7am setting up for the day and abby was there right after to drop your lunch off. as she was walking to your classroom manny stopped her.

“hey abs, off to your girlfriends classroom?” she rolled her eyes at him, he always had something to say about this…relationship.

“shes not my girlfriend shut up manny.” he laughed and abby started to walk away from him.

“hey wait abs!” she scoffed irritated at the fact that he was going to make her late. she didn’t want to make you wait on her.

“what manny.”

“ooo feisty.” abby stared at him plainly waiting for what he wanted in the first place.

“am i gonna make you late?” she started to walk away again and heard him cackle laugh behind her.

“issac wants us at the FOB!!! don’t be late!!” he yelled and continued to laugh all the way down the hall. abby sped walked down the hall right to your class and right on time. she sees you at the white board writing down your lesson plan, abby takes a second to breathe before walking up to your door and knocking. she heard footsteps approaching and the door opened, today you had on something new that she didn’t recognize. you had a big sweater on with some tights and a black skirt on, she felt the lump in her throat and almost comical sweat drop appearing on her forehead.

“hey abs!” you greeted her and walked inside the class asking her to close the door on the way in. you guys had been doing this for what felt like forever now, you figured abby might ask you on a date by now but she hadn’t so you felt like you had to take it into your own hands, you were going to ask her today. little did you know she was thinking of doing the same thing. you walked back to your desk and abby came and sat at the seat you had by your desk. she handed you the small bag with your lunch in it and you thanked her.

“so what’s your lesson plan today?” abby shifted in her seat nervously, trying to find the right time to ask you.

“since it is friday i have something light for the kids, we have some art activities, a math worksheet and a movie!” she nodded and watched as you got your papers ready to put on each desk.

“you wanna put these on their desks for me?”

“oh uh ye-yeah.” she cursed herself for stuttering, she was trying to figure out a way to start to ask you.

“so-“ you both said at the same time.

“you go- no u-“ you both said and then laughed, you gestured abby to go and she nodded.

“um do you have anything planned tomorrow?”

“i don’t think so! i just have some stuff to grade and then ill be in my room the whole day basically. my rest day, why what’s up!”

“well- well i was wondering…wondering if you’d want to maybe…” she couldn’t find the right words, they just weren’t coming out.

“go on a date with you?” abby looked surprised, how did you know-

“earth to abby?” she shook her head and didnt even realize she was staring at the ground having to pick her head up to look at you.

“oh um ye-yeah, go out with me?” what an idiot, she shook her head at her response. you giggled at her and made your way over to where she stood. grabbing the side of her arm, you caressed it gently.

“of course ill go out with you abs. just let me know what time and where you want me.” you went onto your tip toes and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, her face went red at the affection and was stuttering like crazy.

“now go get my kids outside.” you stopped for a second as you were walking away and walked back. you grabbed both her arms and put them around you.

“be safe out there okay abs, for me?” bringing out all the stops, your voice being soft, puppy dog eyes, and you’re touching her. the room was so quiet you could hear her gulps.

“of course yeah yeah, ill be- ill be safe.” you were very close to her lips feeling her breathing quicken.

“ill see you tomorrow abs.” you whispered and walked back to your desk, her face was red and she quickly went and let the kids inside.

abby was like a deer in headlights, she couldn’t believe you wanted to go out with her, and you getting close to her basically kissing her?! she knew you’d be the death of her. as abby was walking out and trying to control the feeling she felt one of the kids asked her a question.

“ms. abby why are you always here to see mrs.l/n?” she was stunned by the question.

“yeah ms. abby why are you here all the time?” before she could respond another kid yelled from a bit away.

“i heard she likes her!” all she could hear were ‘ooos’ she rolled her eyes, how do these kids know this shit.

“who told you that?” abby asked wondering who opened there damn mouth.

“manny told me so!! she likes ms.l/n!!”

“oh shut up.”

“no you shut up!’

“no you!” that went on for a little bit until you came back over and stopped their bickering.

“hey its time for class lets go, leave abby alone guys!” they all said ‘awe’ but listened nonetheless. you winked at abby and closed the door waving through the glass. abby waved back and made her way to the cafeteria to eat and head off to her assignment. tomorrow should be fun.

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a/n: i kinda want this to be two parts so if anyone wants it please let me know!!

[janitor-mister-broomire]

🧹New intro post🧹

Hello, mod here. This is a roleplay blog for Mister Broomire from FPE Advanced Class/Edgyverse :3

I think he's cool so why not,,/silly

Headcanons 🧹

- Heavily sleep deprived person, the poor guy just wants to sleep for at least a few minutes-

- Also very touch starved, though he refuses to admit it. But he doesn't really reject affection :3

- Despite being pissed off and grumpy almost 24/7, he actually cares deeply about those he's friends with and is really just a big ol' softy.

- Gets pissed off at Hotchkiss for leaving chicken skewer sticks on the floor-

- Can purr, though the sound is very deep.

- Sleeps in the most random places, such as the top of the lockers, the janitor's closet, even on fucking desks-

- Extremely cat-like despite being a wendigo.

- He's Asexual. (And maybe bisexual-)

- He's actually very ticklish :P (Underarms, knees and palms are his worst spots-)

- Enjoys being scratched behind the horns :3

- Has 6 cats- ✨

- He can be a bit chaotic at times when he wants to be 😌

- Has a smoking habit that he won't give up on anytime soon-

- Extremely fast.

- It's canon that he's 10 feet tall.

Rules 🧹

- No NSFW. I'm aware the guy is 45, but still-

- Don't try to hurt/kill him, though he most likely won't give a fu-

- Magic anons and tickle asks are allowed, just don't be a weirdo about it.

- Please do not ask for donations, I have no money to give you.

- Respect mod, the people they roleplay with, and their headcanons.

- If I don't answer your ask, it's either because I'm sleeping or it makes me uncomfortable.

- Pr0shippers, P3dos, Z00philes, MAPS and other gross people fuck off.

Fellow staff 🧹

@math-teacher-who-loves-oreos @miss-bloomies-science-class @wendigo-language-teacher @best-art-teacher-miss-sasha @pansexual-music-teacher @ask-principal-grace

@ask-mister-barrel @mister-hotchkiss-craft-teacher @scizz-anatomy-teacher @ask-misscledor-anything @mrbasils-cookies

@ask-the-alert-brothers @missashachus-cafe

Students 🧹

@abbie-appleboy @lana-and-her-sockpuppets @engels-ask-blog @askclairefpe @sopibub @oliversoapeater-official @zip-the-chaos-child @dragon-pirate-zip @3dward-th3-s1lly @emo-kitty-skell @riley-crazy-kid @rabies-infested-riley @ask-margaret-sterling @marvin-sterlinggg @askmyfpeocs @ask-amy @abbie-the-apple @ask-kali-stuff

∆lice (and Hansel) 🧹

@alice-monstrous-princess @cannibalistic-forest-god

Other/AU 🧹

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The Neighbor Across the Street pt. 2

Mike Schmidt x Babysitter!f!Reader

part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

wc: 1.9k

warnings: none! fluff, hurt/comfort if u squint, tiny age gap (as always, lmk if there’s anything i’ve missed)

summary: the neighbor across the street needs a babysitter, so you take the job, not knowing what’s in store for you as you grow closer to the siblings.

quick note, AU where nothing bad happens at the pizzeria, so we r diverging from that storyline slightly. more info to come next part :) happy reading!

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“Mike! Y/n is here!” Abby shouted through the house.

You had just walked through the front door of the Schmidt house. You had been Abby’s babysitter for just over a month now, but tonight was different. It was going to be your first night shift. Mike had just started a new security gig where he had to work a few nights each week.

So far, it’s been great babysitting Abby. The two of you have grown closer, doing more and more activities together. It rarely felt like work babysitting Abby. Becoming closer to Abby meant you were also, slowly but surely, growing closer to Mike.

You were hanging up your jacket on the coat hanger next to the door, looking up just in time to see Mike standing in the hallway in front of you. He had his usual attire on: some kind of long sleeved shirt with a jacket, a pair of jeans, and some old tennis shoes. But this time, a vest sporting the phrase “security” was worn over his jacket.

“Nice halloween costume.” you said sarcastically, holding in a small laugh.

“Don’t judge.” he said sighing, rolling his eyes. “Only I can hate it.”

“I’m just messing with you. You give that vest character.” you said, playfully pushing his shoulder as you walked past each other. You headed over to Abby as she sat at the dinner table, pushing her food around on her plate. “What’s up Abs?”

“Nothing. Can you tell Mike to stop making this stuff? It sucks.” she said looking up at you.

“Thanks for the feedback, next time I’ll leave dinner all up to you.” he said as he grabbed his keys and backpack. The young girl rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out at him when his back was turned. You pulled a chair to sit with Abby at the table when Mike walked over.

“You gonna be okay tonight?” Mike asked you, he placed his hands on the backs of the chairs. This was probably the 20th time he asked you this. He knew nights weren’t what you signed up for, but you were flexible and didn’t mind the change of plans.

“Yes, I promise. My parents are just across the street if we need anything.” you said with a smile.

“Alright, my phone number’s on the fridge if you need anything.” If only you knew I already had it memorized. “Abs you gotta be in bed by 9:30, you understand? You have school in the morning. Don’t give y/n a hard time.” Mike said as he ruffled Abby’s hair, kissing her head.

“Sounds like a plan.” you said, looking at Mike as he headed towards the door. “See you in the morning.”

He looked at you one last time before saying his goodbyes, shutting the door behind him. It wasn’t long before Abby had her first activity recommendation of the night.

“Can we have a movie night before bed?” she asked you. You decided to donate some of your old favorite movies to the siblings, giving Abby a whole new array of movies to choose from.

“Sure, what do you have in mind?” you asked.

“The Little Mermaid!” she squealed.

The two of you made some popcorn, even allowing Abby a cup of her favorite soda, before settling down with some cozy blankets and pillows for your movie night. You watched as the girl sat in awe at the film playing before her eyes.

You always hoped to see the day a young child’s eyes would light up from experiencing your favorite films from your childhood. You never thought that feeling would’ve come from seeing Abby experience the magic for the first time.

You both sat watching the film intently, occasionally throwing a handful of popcorn into your mouths.

“Do you ever wish you’ll find a prince like Ariel?” Abby randomly blurted out.

“Yeah, I think it would be nice.” you said, not giving much thought to the silly question. Abby often asked questions like these. “Do you?”

“I don’t think so. I’m too little.” she scrunched her nose.

“Good answer.” you said with a small laugh.

You turned your attention back to the movie, taking a sip of your drink.

“I think Mike’s still waiting for his princess.” the young girl blurted out again. This time, it caught you off guard.

“Yeah?” you asked, choking on your soda a bit.

“He’s always so sad and tired. Maybe a princess would cheer him up.”

“What kind of princess do you think he would like?”

“Someone to make him laugh. Someone who gives him a big hug when he is sad. Someone who makes better mac and cheese than he does.”

You smiled at the girl listening to her list off all of the qualifications.

“That sounds like the perfect princess Abs.”

“You would be a good princess for Mike.” she blurted yet again, eyes still on the screen, catching you off guard once more.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” you said, feeling your face warm up. You thought about that comment the rest of the night.

You somehow managed to get Abby to bed at 10, which isn’t bad considering how much she loves talking and playing with you. She went down fairly quickly, giving you the rest of the night to yourself.

You flipped through the channels on the TV, trying to stay awake, also trying not to think about Abby’s comment earlier. “You would be a good princess for Mike.” Ultimately, you failed, falling asleep to the sound of the 12am news.

At around 4:30am, you heard the sound of shuffling at the door, sitting up groggily to see what the fuss was. The door quietly opened and you heard the sound of a backpack hit the floor.

“I’m so sorry, did I wake you up?” Mike whispered.

“No it’s all good. I just kind of woke up on my own.” you replied, half lying, with a small yawn. “I tried to stay awake but the TV line up in the middle of the night isn’t fantastic.”

“You’re fine, y/n. You deserve rest while you’re on the job. You have class tomorrow anyways.” he said as he went to sit on the recliner next to the couch you laid on. You both sat in silence for a minute or two, it felt like forever. “How’d Abby do?”

“Great as always.” you said rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes. “We watched a movie, I might’ve given her a soda. She went to bed at around 10, but I don’t blame her I was her age once too.”

“That’s good. No problems?”

“When has there ever been any problems, Mike.” you said with a chuckle. More silence filled the air.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

He thought for a moment, hesitating before he spoke up. “Thank you for all you do for us. I’ve really seen a change in Abby lately and there’s no doubt you are a big part of that.”

“Of course.” you said with a smile. “Abby’s a great kid.”

“You know things haven’t been easy.” he said with a sigh. “I think you bring just a little more happiness in her life – in our lives.”

You looked at him for a moment, noticing his eyes like you did the first time you met him. They were still that shade of brown with the little green specks, but this time they were filled with sadness. He looked absolutely drained. He knew you noticed the hopelessness in the interaction.

“I’m sorry about that, didn’t mean to drop any of this on you.” he said looking down at his hands.

“Mike, it’s okay.” you said softly, reassuring him. You just honestly didn’t know what to say.

You stood up from your place on the couch, watching him sit up a little taller in his own chair.

“Come here.” you said quietly, surprised he even heard you.

He stood up, stepping towards you quietly not to wake up Abby with the creaky floorboards. Once he was right in front of you, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. It took him a second until he also put his arms around you. You rested your head on his shoulder, breathing in the smell of his shirt. You guys just stood there for a minute, you waited until he let go. You knew he needed this. You knew all of those things Abby told you earlier were true.

He finally let go, taking a small step back as your hands rested on his shoulders.

“You guys are going to be okay. I’m here for both of you.” you said looking into his eyes.

“I promise I’ll have the money by the end of the week.” he said, attempting to change the subject.

“Don’t worry about the money. You worry about you and Abby, whenever you have the money will be okay.” you said as you removed your hands from his shoulders.

“Are you sure? You have things you need to take care of too. College tuition is enough to worry about.”

“It’s okay, Mike. I’ll be fine.” you said with a soft smile. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow, same time?”

“Yeah.” he said as you walked to the door grabbing your jacket. He followed behind. “Thanks again.”

He pulled you in for another quick hug, before you opened the door, waved bye, and began walking home. He stayed at the door until you safely crossed the street, like he always does, before closing it.

That morning, Abby had a lot to say about her movie night with you to Mike.

“She let me have soda before bed, Mike!” Abby exclaimed while she took a bite of her toast. “And we watched The Little Mermaid, and I asked her if she ever wished she had a prince like Ariel.”

“You know y/n is busy Abs. She has lots of homework, she doesn’t have time for princes.” Mike told his sister as he flipped through some mail. It was true though, some days you would end up doing homework during most of your time babysitting.

“She said it would be nice, then I told her that you definitely need a princess, and I told her that your princess needs to be funny and–“

“Alright Abby I think it’s time for you to go to school now.” Mike said, quickly interrupting her before she could say anymore.

“What?” she questioned him.

“Nothing.” he said standing up to grab his keys, avoiding looking at his little sister.

“I knew it! You have a crush on Y/n!” she said with a gasp.

“I do not, Abs.”

“I won’t tell her, I’ll keep it a secret, I promise!”

“Abs, I don’t have a crush on anyone. People don’t have crushes when they’re adults.”

“You’re blushing, Mike.” she said giggling as she ran to grab her backpack. When she returned, Mike was just heading out the door. Abby picked up her shoes, walking out of the door behind him.

As the pair walked to Mike’s extremely worn out Honda Accord, it just so happened you were also heading to your car just across the street. Abby took notice of this quickly, making sure not to miss this moment to embarrass her brother even more. It’s what little sisters do.

“Hey Y/n!” she shouted, making sure to drag out the ending super long.

“Hey Abby!” you shouted back. “Have a good day at school!”

“Mike say hi.” Abby said to her brother.

“Abby.” he said back, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“Say it now or I’ll tell Y/n you have a crush on her.”

He gave you a small wave and a smile as he unlocked the doors.

“See you guys tonight!” you said happily as you got in your car.

“You so have a crush on Y/n.” Abby said one last time, grinning, just for good measure.

[inawickedlittletown]

Decided to rewatch S8 and I made it to 8x06.

Ugh. This episode.

This is the first time I'm rewatching it since it aired and I couldn't make myself rewatch it before, but I'm watching it now and gah the writing.

Under a cut because this got long...

I'm not even too bothered by the anniversary dinner. The woman approaching them is whatever in the long run...Buck is awkward but it's very Buck to be like that so that doesn't bother me. Tommy's reaction to it also not a problem. Buck acting like he doesn't know his boyfriend is gay? Writers WTF. This is the type of conversation that would be normal a few dates in not 6 months in. It's actually very reminiscent of stuff from their first date.

It's the way they didn't know how to bring up Abby and so gave us this convoluted way to bring it about and it's very clear to me on a rewatch that they're trying to make sure the casual heterosexual audience understands things. Like they want to reestablish that we know for sure that Tommy is gay and Buck is still attracted to women but also lets not use the word bisexual. And oh the shock value of it because take out the Abby of it all and the break up still works the same way...they did the Abby thing just for the hell of it.

It's bad writing.

The next thing that makes me cringe is Buck's scene with Maddie and Josh. In the past we've seen Maddie listen to Buck and maybe poke fun at him a little but always in a kind way and then she gives him advice.

Maddie in this scene is acting so strange (actually Maddie this whole episode is not acting quite herself). I know some people have an issue with Josh's speech about Glee but tbh I don't think it's that bad and I didn't the first time I watched it. I think he has good motives in saying it. My issue is with Maddie.

Her joke about Abby turning men gay, the way she explains to Josh that Buck slept with Tommy's fiance changing the facts entirely just to mess with Buck, the way that she just very clearly thinks Buck is being dramatic and ridiculous. She just doesn't take Buck seriously at all and when Buck calls her out on it she turns it around on him because as she says she doesn't think there's a problem. But it's not about if there is a problem with them having both dated Abby, it's how Buck feels about it that he needs advice on.

Josh for all that I do think he is helpful, he also does not know Tommy and shouldn't speak to what Tommy experienced. Buck voices his concerns that he thought he knew who Tommy was but now he's finding out that Tommy lied and hurt Abby and it's thrown him because he's having to meld those two versions of Tommy.

Buck doesn't think that Tommy will do the same to him and Tommy doesn't. He doesn't lie to Buck or string him along. He's actually very honest with him and that honesty contributes to the break up. Yet another way in which we see that Tommy has changed from who he used to be.

The thing is that Josh doesn't know Tommy and admits as much but he gives Buck some broad thing about glee and what the world was like before it and after but he's basing it on his own experiences and the queer experience is not a shared trauma...and he puts in Buck's mind that he can't judge Tommy and also that he should thank him. Buck clearly internalizes this. He also I think it suddenly forced to think about what he wants from a future with Tommy and he jumps at wanting to live with him.

Now onto the actual break up.

The whole scene is actually good. They're cute together and silly and flirty and even after the Abby thing is revealed to Tommy nothing has fallen apart. It's all kinda good and their conversation is actually great. When Buck says he admires him, Tommy seems to like that...or at least he takes it how Buck intends it.

This is where it falls apart. And considering I refused to watch this again until now I didn't really think about it like this until now.

Yes I think Tommy had his eyes opened a little bit with everything Buck said...but Tommy also could have ended the conversation at the point where Buck tells him he admires him and they could have gone to the movies and just continued their date night. Why? Because Tommy already sorta knows this and it's what's he's expected from it...he already knows this is Buck's first relationship with a man and that as such Buck must feel some gratitude for what Tommy has given him and he's clearly in his mind already decided that it will end eventually because as he tells Buck first is not last (Tommy, who hurt you?).

But then Buck asks Tommy to move in. And Tommy can't.

It's one thing for him to date the baby bi guy...for him to get feelings for him that maybe go deep but that are manageable. He can handle that...but moving in together? For Buck to dangle that to him and offer him a future when Tommy doesn't expect that Buck will be able to deliver it? That's where Tommy just can't because he knows it will hurt when they break up...but if they live together and form deeper attachments and routines and they become intrinsically a part of each other's lives in a home they share then that's not heartbreak he's prepared to face. It's heartbreak he knows he won't survive.

I actually don't see the break up as bad writing. Everything else surrounding it absolutely is, but that scene is heartbreaking because they both want the same exact thing but Buck couldn't reassure Tommy that he really did want for them to be together...he didn't even tell him he loved him...and Tommy needs more from Buck to be secure in thinking that in this instance first could also be the last.

I think we learn so much about Tommy in this episode and I wish we had been able to dive in deeper.

This episode still hurts. Tommy's face when he says "Buck" hurts. The way Buck is left behind hurts.

The writing is a mixed bag of bad with some alright moments. It also leaves so much open. I remember that night being optimistic because it is so clearly a storyline left open to be continued. Some interviews turned that optimism right around but without that there is no real reason for any of us to think that this is finished.

Do I think it was a bad idea to break them up? Absolutely. Do I think there are other forms of tension for them to explore? Yes. Do I think they will manage to give this story and Buck and Tommy a happier ending? I have no idea, but I hope so.

Buck himself calls his relationship with Tommy the most transformative since Abby. He misses Tommy so much he spends the next couple of episodes baking and wanting to reach out. We also know that Tommy wants to reach back out too. These are indications that it isn't over and I just hope that they stick to being a little cliche and following the romcom trope right through to the end where they get back together.

I guess that's where I am going into 8b. Hopeful, but not holding my breath and well aware that fanfic exists and so much of the scenarios we want for our blorbos will only ever be possible there. Oh, and I'll be shipping Buck with Tommy because that is definitely not changing no matter what the show does.