#and has to go ‘mom. mom stop glaring at him. joshua is RIGHT there.’

[katierosefun]

negan and maggie’s relationship is so. so fuckign fascinating to me. like. like…imagine teaming up with someone (repeatedly) who killed the love of your life and was also either directly or indirectly responsible for the death of your friends. imagine wanting nothing more than wanting to kill this person and feeling bitter and angry because your friends refuse to kill this person. you are so anguished over it that you leave with your son (whose father was murdered by this person), and then you come back, and all your friends seem to begrudgingly trust (or at least coexist) with this awful person. and this person is now trying to help you. he saves your life multiple times and also saves your son, the last living reminder of your murdered love. this person is asking to become the monster so you don’t have to. this person tells you that you need to come back. this person understands that you would kill him, and he might even let you. he lets you do the closest thing to killing him instead—he lets you turn him in, knife to his throat, and you’re leaving him, and your son won’t talk to you, and you come to the sudden realization that perhaps you need to go back for this monster. what the hell kind of dynamic is this

[stcveskent]

their little miracle; chris evans

pairings: chris evans x reader

warnings: fluff and a bit of swearing

request on wattpad

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its been 8 months,since you heard that you would be giving a little miracle of yours and chris, soon. You still remember the day when both of you saw the baby for yhe first time, as it moved around your belly.

you remember how Chris held your hand when he saw your baby, and said, "it's ours" while crying, you remember the day when he found out it was a baby girl, and he was so happy, and when he told his family about it, they were crying too, because their son's dream came true. Since then he never left your side. Well, he haven't announced it on the internet too . He used to talk to your baby, late at nights, when she won't let you sleep, by endless kickings.

"Hey honey, don't do that to Mama." He says, slowly, and calmly as you laid down next to him, and his hands on your belly rubbing it gently.

"I won't leave your side, y/n." He whispered softly and kissed you. During those times, when Chris got intimate with you, for eg, he would kiss you more often, and lay next to you all the time, hold your hands all the time, you used to blush alot, as if it was a school crush, you could say it was the hormones.

"i love you so much." He says and you smile.

"I love you too and more." You reply and he wraps his arm around you, and kiss your head, and then you gasped as soon as your baby kicks you, because you were giving all the attention to her daddy and not her and even daddy didn't give her attention.

"alright baby, i love you too." He says as he keeps a hand on your belly and you laughed at how your daughter already had control over her Dad, even before her birth.

your smile grew wider, as all those thoughts came to your mind, and Chris noticed how you were smiling, and thinking about some things. He smiled looking at how adorable you looked.

"what're you smiling at, sweetheart." He asks as he comes closer, and kisses you gently.

"thinking of how our girl, already has control over her dad." He smiles as he heard you, it was a very different feeling for both of you.

"Well, trust me, the queen has more control than the princess." He says referring to you and you roll your eyes.

"oh stop!" You said as both of you chuckled, just then, to ruin the moment his phone rang. He groaned, and you laughed at him.

"Always messing up my moments, with my queen." He said, and you blushed at how he made you feel so good.

"Chris, i'm sorry to call you now." His manager spoke, as chris answered.

"No its fine, Joshua? what did you need?" He replied.

"Well, the agency has been calling up alot, for your photo shoot, and i tried to decline it, because you wanted to stay with your wife, but they aren't listening , and said you're their hope."

"alright fine! I'll do it."

"ah thank god!! I'll arrange the dates and timing and inform you."

"Alright!" Chris says as he ends the conversation and looks at you, smiling.

"What's wrong?" You asked

"I have to stay away from you for a couple of hours."

"and what would be the reason?" You asked as he sits next to you and pull you closer to him, and you put your head on his shoulder.

"There's this photo shoot they need me to do it and I honestly don't wanna stay away from you, even if its for a couple of hours, you're now close to your date, I can't just leave you here all alone, when you'd need me." He spoke.

"Chris, i'll be fine, you're worrying too much, babe. I can manage on my own, honey!"

"I know you can, i just don't want to be away from you and our daughter." You smiled as he said that, how your daughter's and his bond was so strong.

"babe!!" You squeeled and hugged him and he kissed you multiple times. Just then the phone rings and he groans again.

"Its the agency, i'll have to take it, i'm so sorry!!"

"Its fine, honey." You said and he answered the call, going into the living room to talk while you watched some TV

"Thank you so much, Chris for joining us!" He said and chris smiled.

"The pleasure is all mine!"

"Is there any arrangements we can do for you?" Just as those words left his mouth, he smiles thinking of an idea.

"Yes! Could i get my wife with me? I want her to be next to me."

"Ofcourse sir! It's our pleasure to have her with us, and we can have some couple photoshoot too!"

"Thank you! See you, soon!" He says and walks to you.

Chris comes back to you and tells you that he's made arrangements for you to come with me, you denied at first but he made you to agree to it, typical christopher  and then the day comes when you had to go with him. You were nervous about something which he had completely forgot about. Announcing about your little miracle.

As soon as both of you entered, the photographers welcomed you both so warmly, and as expected they were shocked by the news, and they were happy for both of you.

As soon as chris finished his part of the work, you two had to pose together, it was all cute with him, and then the photographer requested that you should have a photo or two of your own with your bump and Chris happily agreed to it.

Just after you completed your work, you told Chris, that now seems to be the right time to tell everyone about it. No , only family and some of his close friends knew about this, so he was just concerned about how his fans and co workers would annouce, but you knew things would fall back into a perfect position.

"I posted it." He said and breathed.

"i did too!" You said and smiled.

Just a second later, yours and his phone were filled with notifications, hundreds to thousands, and all were really happy about it, because all of them understood that this was Chris's dream and you could only turn into his reality.

a week or two has passed, Chris had to go through a lot of press , and interviews where the main interest was your pregnancy. As you waited for him to get over with the last interview for the month, and after that he promised he'd take a break, he comes to you.

"How was it?" You asked as he kissed you and sat next to you.

"It was good, i was happy to tell them, how you made me happy, and they obviously wanted you, but i said you were resting."

"Thank you —*gasps* oh shit!" You said and his eyes came out if his eye sockets.

"Baby what happened?!"

"She's coming omg!! My water broke!!!" You said and he panicked, he was roaming around the house finding the baby bag, and you felt contractions, which were going on for a day which you tried to ignore.

"Chris where the fuck are you?!" You yelled, as the contractions hit you again.

"I found it!! Let's go." He said as he helped you get up and rush you to the hospital, through out the ride he didn't leave your hand, and just made you breathe, but it was true, when you're about to give birth, your temper loses, and poor Chris had to listen.

Now you were in the waiting room, with him and yours and his family started to visit you both.

"Hey!" Your mom said and rushed to hug you as you breathed.

"Hey Mom! I'm good? Are you?" You asked and she laughed at you.

"I know, the temper, i gave birth to three kids!" She said and hugged Chris, and he chuckled and stopped as soon as you gave him a death glare.

"come on! my little girl needs a break, how are you feeling honey?" Your dad says and you roll your eyes.

"P A I N!" You said and then your siblings laugh at you.

"Y/n , for real, you need to calm down, also guess what i already have done half of the preparations for my niece!!" your brother says while your sister argues with him that it was she who did it, and that made you laugh, and Chris smile looking at you.

His mother stayed longer with you but then you told her to go, because she looked tired, and she agreed, time passed and you were ready to deliver the baby, Chris started to breathe heavily, he was nervous, more than you.

"Its gonna be fine, babe!" You said and he nods

"I'll be next to you the whole time." He says and you nod.

Slowly the doctors start to give you instructions to how to push till they count till 10 and you agree to it, clearly understanding their instructions.

"Push!" They said and you pushed while your groaned and your grip on chris's hand tightened.

"You're doing amazing honey!" He encouraged and honestly, that made you stay strong till the end.

Just few more pushes later, the cries of your baby girl were heard and you sighed as both of you burts into tears. They laid your little miracle on top of you as Chris adored both of you, he starts to wipe his tears, and the doctor takes your little girl away.

"No where are you taking her!" Chris says and you chuckled at him.

"they're cleaning her, she'll be back soon, with us." You said and he looked at you with  a smile.

"You did so good today!" he says and you smiled at him.

"It wasn't possible without you." You said and he shook his head.

"You're the most strongest women i've ever seen, and  how beautiful you look today! Your glowing baby!" He says and you laugh as he pressed his lips onto yours in a sweet and filled with love kiss.

"I love you so much." He says

"I love you more!" You reply and they bring the baby back to you, and Chris holds her, tears falling from his eyes, as he met his daughter.

"She's so beautiful just like her Mama!" He says and you feel your tears falling.

"Daddy loves you and your Mama so much! He'll do everything to protect both of you!" He says as he holds her in his arms and kisses her multiple times on her head.

"Okay now, Mama also needs attention!" You said and he laughed and kissed you again, and just then you met your family, already waiting and excited to greet their grand child, neice and goddaughter.

Yours and Chris's mother couldn't hold back tears and were crying with joy, while Scott hugged you and cried and you were crying because he was crying , which made everyone laugh and later Scott Shanna, Carly and your siblings already started giving suggestions for the baby names for your little miracle.

It was the best day of your life, you for the first time witnessed how one life can bring so much happiness to so many people, and you were only concerned about your husband, who was on cloud 9 because of his happiness and you couldn't stop smiling because of him. You won't be able to forget this day ever!

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done with your request!!hope you liked it❤️

also, but Daddy!Chris is making me cry😭😭

[vdlest]

On Labor

Characters:

Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Summary:

You're about to give birth to your first baby with Steve Rogers, and your husband is more nervous than you are.

Warning:

Fluff

Husbands are allowed to join their wives when they're giving birth when they're in labor, but for some reason, you asked the doctors and nurses to let your husband, Steve Rogers outside the room.

Why? Because Steve Rogers is more nervous than you are.

You were in the middle of groaning in pain when you commanded everyone in the room to let your husband go out because you could see him shaking and sweating so much. You're not that afraid about giving birth, but seeing your source of strength go into chaos makes you nervous a bit.

At first, Steve was hesitant about leaving you alone in this, but you told him that you can do it and the nurses will just call him once they finally got the baby out of your womb. Steve kissed you one more time before he went outside, and before he could finally get out of the room, he gave you one last glance, one last glance before you two become officially parents.

Steve went outside and the first person to approach him was his best friend, Bucky Barnes. The latter rushed to the hospital once Steve gave him the news, knowing that he's excited to be a godfather.

"Hey," Bucky squeezed Steve's shoulder, he felt his pal is nervous and stressed out, "I guess, your wife kicked you out because you're stressing her out."

Steve glared at his best friend.

"Okay, easy, soldier," Bucky said and gave Steve's shoulder another squeeze, "I called everyone and I think, Wanda, Vis, Nat, and Sam are on their way now. Tony and Pep are still on the plane and I'm gonna give them a call once they landed."

It's a good thing that everyone will be here to give their moral support to the soon-to-be parents.

Everyone was thrilled when they first found out about your pregnancy, they're so happy that the youngest Avenger is coming. You and Steve were the happiest after finding out about your pregnancy, Steve was having tears of joy when you handed him your four pregnancy tests that all resulted as positive. Finally, after being married for two years, you and Steve are finally expecting.

For the past nine months, Steve never left your side, from your morning sickness, your Lamaze classes, cramps, and up to this very hour, Steve was beside you. He made your pregnancy more bearable and easier. He would always do the groceries and would bring you and your little one healthy foods. He would always talk to your tummy at night and will draw circles in it using his fingertips. He would always help you get up in the morning whenever you're having a hard time because of your weight. He would always understand you and your mood swings. You were strong on your whole pregnancy journey because of Steve. If it weren't for him, maybe you gave up in the first trimester.

"Hey," Bucky called Steve's attention, who is currently walking back and forth, "You have to relax. You're freaking me out already."

Steve stopped from walking and put his hands on his waist as he try to calm himself down.

"Buck, Steve!"

Steve and Bucky turned their heads around and saw Wanda, Vision, Nat, Bruce, and Sam running towards them.

"How's Y/N?" Wanda immediately asked when they approached Steve and Bucky, "Is the baby out yet?"

Steve shook his head, "I don't know. I have no idea what's happening inside," he looked at the door where you are at, "She kicked me out."

"It's because you're more nervous than her," Nat pointed out.

Steve was about to comment on Nat's answer when he noticed she and Bruce are together. The two of them broke up a few months ago because Nat is not yet ready to settle down, while Bruce has been wanting to start a family on his own. The two called it quits then, not until today.

Everybody is looking at Bruce and Nat right now. Wanda and Vision only realized it when Steve noticed it first.

"Why are you two together by the way?" Wanda asked Nat, raising her eyebrows at her friend.

"Yeah, didn't you two like broke up?" Bucky agreed.

"Uh, we were..." Bruce was about to answer when Nat cut him off.

"Okay, we're back together," Nat practically couldn't take the heat and everyone's attention so she instantly shifted the topic, "But right now our concern should be Y/N and the baby. Let's talk about this thing later."

"Fair point," Vision commented.

Nat, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, and Sam sat down in the chairs along the hospital hallway, while Bucky stood beside Steve who's still nervous because he has no single idea about what's going on inside the room.

He blames himself for being too nervous. Maybe if he's not too sweaty and nervous as hell, maybe he's inside right now, holding your hand and helping you push your little bundle of joy out of your womb. But he isn't. He's too scared to lose both of you, he can't even take a look at you having a hard time.

"She's gonna be fine, Steve. She's strong," Sam said to calm Steve down.

"Sam's right, pal," Bucky tapped Steve's shoulder, "It's your wife we're talking about. She can even take you down in an instant, so she'll just be fine. I'm sure my godson will be fine too. He has your and Y/N's blood. He'll be stronger than both of you."

Just when Steve is about to thank everyone for giving him and you moral support, the door behind him opened.

"Mr. Rogers," the nurse called and Steve raised his eyebrows, "Your wife is now permitting you to go inside."

That's when Steve rapidly went inside the room. His world slowed down when he saw you all sweaty and all tired from pushing your baby out of your womb to finally join you and Steve. He can't even walk towards you properly knowing that you're in so much pain right now. But you managed to look at him in his eyes and gave him a sign that you're fine.

You didn't know what happened, the next thing you know, your back was already back on the hospital bed, nurses assisting you, and a cry echoed in the whole room.

A baby's cry.

Your baby's cry.

Steve walked towards you and run his hand through your forehead, "You've done it, baby," he kissed your forehead, "Our Joshua is out."

The doctor and nurses wrapped the baby in a cloth so they can finally hand him to you. And when they did, your eyes began to cry for Christ's sake.

You have in your arms the best proof of your and Steve's love for each other.

"Hello, baby," you gently grabbed your baby's hand and played with it, "I'm your mom."

You often hear that when you finally carried your baby for the very first time, all the hardships and challenges you experienced when you were pregnant and giving birth will just vanish in thin air. You thought it was cliche and just a lie — but it's not. It all disappeared when Joshua was in your arms.

You looked at Steve and smiled at him, "We're parents," you said.

He nodded, "We are."

You saw tears in Steve's eyes, just like when you two were exchanging vows two years ago, and now here you are, proud parents.

"I love you even more right now," Steve said as he leaned forward to give you a quick kiss on your lips, "You really are the strongest woman I know."

"I love you too, Steve. You have two bosses now," you joked.

He chuckled and nodded before he moved his eyes back to Joshua, "Hey, baby," he said to your baby.

It was a dream come true for you that you married a man like Steve Rogers, he was never perfect but he's a good man. That's all that matters to you, you married a good man. And now, you love him even more, and you gained more honor to be his wife.

-v.dl

[wonwoonlight]

📣: Dad!Shua and Dad!Jeonghan // fluff? i guess? just them watching their kids play haha // 688 words

A/N: there’s no yn in this, just dad!Shua being jealous his kid is too busy playing w jeonghan’s kid hahahh. thanks for the adorable prompt, anon! might make a masterlist for the dad!seventeen once I get all members covered. on another note! there’s also another separate req for dad!Shua hohoho

find the rest of requested drabble here

It is very stupid. Even Shua himself knows that. And yet, there’s a frown in his face as he sees his daughter happily running around with Jeonghan’s son in the empty playground near Jeonghan’s house, her small hand tightly holding his.

“You do realize they probably won’t remember holding each other’s hands and promising to marry each other, right?” Jeonghan says from the side, knowing for sure what goes in his friend’s mind that results in the frown in his face.

Shua simply grunts, not even sparing him a glance. Jeonghan lets out a chuckle in disbelief, finding too much fun in the situation. As much as he knows Shua would be a jealous kind of father, he didn’t think it would start this early when Sooji probably wouldn’t even remember coming to this place once she’s grown big.

“Jeongwoo is a good kid, you know? Even tries to massage his mom when he thinks she’s too tired,” Jeonghan grins, nudging Shua whose frown gets deeper.

“He’s 5,” Shua exclaims, still shooting lasers at the way Jeongwoo is holding Sooji’s hand. “And Sooji is 4.”

At his laugh, Shua glares at Jeonghan beside him, not getting what’s funny. Even after two decades of knowing Yoon Jeonghan, it’s still not easy to guess what he’s thinking.

“Which is why you shouldn’t be sulking about them holding hands!” Jeonghan exclaims, shaking his head. “Jeongwoo’s probably holding her hand because he’s afraid she’d fall down.”

“How’d you know that,” he says flatly, narrowing his eyes.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes, softly punching Shua’s shoulder. “That’s how I teach him. Make sure the younger kids are okay when playing together.”

“Well, Sooji would be okay without him holding her hand even after they stop running,” he points to where the two kids are crouching down, laughing at something in the sand box.

“Why do you think it’s not her who’s holding his hand?” Jeonghan asks, deciding it’s be more fun to see Shua worked up over this. “She’s the one who says she wants to marry her Jeongwoo oppa, remember?”

“I’m sure it’s your kid making her said it,” Shua simply says, eyes focused on the two kids.

“Dude, my kid is 5.”

“Yeah, but he’s your kid.”

Jeonghan gasps dramatically, making Shua turn to him with raised eyebrows. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Means it’s totally possible he has the brain to do so,” he decides to indulge him, hands going taking out his phone to check the time. He’s supposed to take Sooji home before it’s 5 and time seems to stop since she’s started playing with Jeongwoo, much to her dad’s annoyance.

“Thank you for saying my kid is smart,” his friend grins. “But, really, they’re just kids. You gotta stop worrying about things like that right now, man. Maybe later when she’s old enough.”

Joshua sighs, leaning back to the bench he’s sitting on. “I know. Sometimes it just feels like she grows up too fast. Feels like someone’s taking her away from me, you know?”

Following his friend, Jeonghan also leans back, stretching his legs as he does so. “I get it, really. But it’s better for kids to mingle with those similar with their ages. Helps with their social ability, I’ve read somewhere.”

“Yeah, and it’s not like I can help her have fun just as much as kids her age would,” he replies, looking up to see the clouds above him. The sky is still bright out even though it’s already somewhere at 4 in the afternoon. “I just can’t help but feel a tiny bit bitter when she gets along too well with other kids, forgetting about me.”

“Well,” Jeonghan says nonchalantly, leaning his shoulder on Shua’s head, alerting the other guy. “It’s not like they’d remember they kissed in this playground.”

Shua turns his neck quickly, eyes widening at the sight of Sooji peppering Jeongwoo’s cheeks with kisses. He’s pretty sure he’d already be there in seconds, taking her in his arms and drive home immediately if not for Jeonghan holding his arm with all his might, his laugh ringing through the park.

[gamerwoo]

[Tales from the Pack] Joshua: Second Chance (Part Five)

Characters: Joshua x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, fluff, fluffy angst, Josh is still a grumpy old man

Word count: 2,888

Summary: After his mate died, Joshua always blamed himself and never wanted to imprint again. However, fate has other ideas when he meets you: a young, energetic werecoyote that’s quite the opposite of him. He insists he doesn’t want a new mate – nobody’s even sure if he’s ready for a new one – but he can’t ignore his instincts.

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“So how exactly are we supposed to...prepare?” Soomin wondered.

“Prepare what? Prepare how?” Soonyoung asked.

“Well, it’s not like Josh is gonna take this re-imprinting thing well,” Wonwoo shrugged. Ever since the news about Joshua imprinting during his doctor visit, that’s all the pack could really focus on or talk about. But nobody was completely sure when he’d be released, so they wanted to plan things ahead of time. “None of us are really sure what to do when he gets home. He’s probably not going to want to talk about her so do we just not say anything? Do we brace ourselves for him to go back to being angry and reckless?”

“Reckless?” Yeji snorted. “You can’t tell me that old fart was ever reckless.”

“There are tons of stories we could tell you about him doing dumb things, and there’s even more from before he met us,” Seokmin nodded, though he wasn’t about to get into details.

“Even Lilly would tell us stories of how Josh was a menace growing up,” Chan chuckled. “We’ve all seen him act aggressively. He was never really great at managing his anger, even when it--”

“Shut up,” Seungkwan hissed, knowing exactly what Chan was going to say and not wanting to start that conversation up again.

“Is that why the tip of his wolf’s ear is missing?” Suvi wondered.

“Not necessarily,” Soonyoung said with almost a sour tone.

“Okay, but despite all of that,” Minghao began, “do we really need to ‘prepare’ for Shua to come home? If he doesn’t want to talk about her, then he won’t. So then we won’t. Problem solved.”

Except nobody ever thought that Joshua might let the girl he imprinted on tag along back home. He walked in with Seungcheol and Kyung helping him into the house, the pack smiling and telling him how happy they were that he was going to be back to normal. However, Joshua ignored them all, not even sparing them side glances. He just stared forward and grumbled for the two alphas to bring him to his bedroom.

Then Jihoon walked in. He seemed stressed when he lifted his head to address the pack.

“Don’t mention her to Joshua, don’t even talk to either of them if they’re ever in the same room together,” he warned.

“Who?” Junhui asked.

And then Hansol walked in with you as your blue eyes wandered curiously, subtly sniffing the air of this new place. You smelled...a lot of things. But as Hansol had quietly told you on the way there, there were fourteen werewolves living there, along with seven mates. You knew you were going to be bombarded with a lot, but still, you could somehow easily pick up Joshua’s distinct scent above all else.

“Oh…” Jun murmured.

Your eyes then began scanning each face in front of you. You assumed these people must’ve been the pack -- who else would they be?

“This is _____,” Hansol introduced you as if Jihoon didn’t just come in and basically tell the pack to shun you in Joshua’s presence. “She’s a werecoyote.”

“That explains the weird smell...” Jeonghan muttered.

With Joshua upstairs -- Seungcheol came back down with Kyung and reported that he didn’t think Joshua would be leaving his bedroom at least for the rest of the day -- the pack brought you into the living room just to get to know you a little better. Truth be told, they were kind of excited to see what Joshua’s new mate would be like. Would you be like Lilly? Would you be like how Joshua is now?

However, they found you to be...odd. Nice, absolutely, but odd. Living in a cave instead of a home was the biggest red flag, but there were plenty of others. It was like you were raised like an actual coyote rather than a person.

“Didn’t you have a family, _____?” Chan decided to ask. “Parents? Siblings? Anyone to take care of you?”

“Well yeah, but--”

“But, like everyone else, they kicked her out or something,” Joshua’s voice surprised everyone as he appeared in the doorway to the living room. He raised his eyebrows at you. “Am I right? Yeah, so you’re not special.”

“Are we supposed to not talk to her now?” Mingyu barely whispered.

“I can hear you all upstairs, y’know,” the older wolf said as he strolled into the living room and leaned against the arm of one of the couches.

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” Danbi asked.

Joshua just shrugged, not saying anything in response.

“Okay…” Yeji looked away from Joshua and back at you, wanting to get rid of the odd tension that the grumpy werewolf had created. “So _____, how old are you?”

But when you gave them your age, Yeji chuckled at you, “No, I mean how old are you really? Like, how many years have you been alive?”

“Um...th-that many?” you shrugged.

“Figures,” Joshua muttered, “I get stuck with a baby were-creature. It’s like fate fucking hates me more than I thought…”

“Really?” Kyung chuckled, ignoring Josh’s comment. “You’re younger than even me.”

“By a year,” Hansol chuckled, nudging his mate’s knee. “You’re still a baby compared to everyone else.”

“What does that mean?” you wondered.

“Age freezing,” Mingyu replied with a shrug, as if that would be obvious to anyone.

You waited for someone to elaborate, but nobody did, “...What’s that mean?”

Josh let out a dry chuckle, sending a glare your way, “You really don’t know anything, do you?”

Kyung frowned and said something you didn’t understand as she turned her sour expression toward your mate, but he didn’t even seem fazed by whatever she said.

“When you reach a certain age -- usually somewhere between like, eighteen and your mid-twenties -- you stop aging until you find your mate,” Chan explained. “For example, I’m actually twenty-six years older than the age my body stopped aging.”

“But I’m the oldest,” Yeji grinned proudly, “technical and actual age.”

“Bragging about being an old lady isn’t--”

“Watch it,” Jihoon growled, glaring at Joshua, who didn’t get to finish his snide comment.

“Look, Shua. We get you’re in a bad mood -- really, we do,” Seokmin began, seeming almost afraid to stand up to the older wolf, “but...you’re kind of being really mean just in general.”

He let out a deep sigh, “Fine, whatever, I’ll shut up. You can go back to talking about useless stuff.”

“Anyway,” Danbi quickly spoke up, “as we were saying. Even Wonwoo and I seem only a year apart, but he’s actually older than me by...what was it, like, twenty years?”

Her brother nodded, his arm draped around his mate, “Yeah, mom had me at eighteen and then didn’t have you until she was thirty-eight.”

“Wait, what?” Mingyu suddenly spoke up, looking between the siblings with shock written all over his features. “I-- I didn’t even know that.”

Danbi just giggled and shrugged, “Guess I forgot to mention it.”

“So what happened with your family?” you asked the pair.

Wonwoo and Danbi looked back at you again. You hadn’t said a whole lot since being brought to the living room, so whenever you spoke, the pack paid a lot of attention.

“We moved around a lot so nobody would realize I didn’t age,” Wonwoo explained. “They wanted to just kick me out, but they also were afraid that their son suddenly leaving the house would be a big red flag that I was a werewolf. And of course, they couldn’t have people thinking that. They kept me around for a while but they didn’t treat me that great.”

“But they kicked him out when I was fourteen,” Danbi continued. “I was dabbling in potion-making, and they thought it was somehow Wonwoo’s influence. They said he was bad for their precious daughter, so they kicked him out. We’d manage to visit each other, either in town or he’d sneak into my room at night just to talk. When I was finally of age, I went to live with him.”

That wasn’t anything like what happened with you, but you didn’t want to mention it and make it about yourself. You kind of liked absorbing this new information about the pack, anyway. Hearing about them was entertaining in a way.

“Do parents...normally abandon their kids when they find out they’re a werewolf?” you wondered.

“No,” Hansol chuckled. “My parents are super loving and I visit when I can. We still go visit Kyung’s, too.”

“Even Rin’s were super nice before she came to live with us,” Kyung added with a nod.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Who’s Rin?”

“Kyung came from another pack before joining ours,” Seungcheol explained. “Rin’s one of her old pack mates.”

“Soonyoung refers to her as Cooper, though,” Kyung explained, rolling her eyes. “He thinks her surname is fun to say.”

“Because it is!” Soonyoung insisted before quietly giggling to himself and softly saying, “Cooper...”

“Anyway, you’ll probably meet her...at some point...” Kyung trailed off, so you decided to not ask any questions about her old pack despite being intrigued.

Chan suddenly leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees as he spoke up, “_____, I have a question for you.”

“What is it?”

“Can you shift for us?”

“Ooh, yeah!” Seokmin grinned, excitement in his eyes. “We’ve never seen a werecoyote before!”

Joshua wouldn’t say it, but you could tell even he was intrigued by the way his gaze suddenly locked on you and he just stared, waiting for your response. He didn’t even have anything snarky to say.

"Um,” you shrugged, “yeah, sure.”

-

It was a little awkward just standing in front of a large group of people who just stared at you in wonder, but it was also a little flattering at the same time. Nobody in the pack had ever encountered a werecoyote -- well, other than Yeji -- so they were surprised to see you were really just a smaller, scragglier version of a werewolf.

“I wanna see how fast she really is,” Seungkwan decided before shifting into his wolf form.

So then the pack watched the two of you race from one end of the large yard to the other. You heard someone whistle lowly when you won, followed by the pack’s murmurs of how cool it was that you were faster than them.

And then everyone else wanted a turn to race you -- except Chan because of course he was still the fastest -- so the whole thing just turned into you play-wrestling with a bunch of werewolves. It made you happy, though. You kind of felt like you belonged in their pack.

However, there was still one member of the pack who hadn’t shifted: Joshua. He stood on the porch with the mates, watching as you and the rest of the pack ran around and played with each other. He kept a frown plastered on his face despite the fact he secretly found it endearing that the pack was already getting along with you and vice versa.

But there was still that part of him that didn’t want you in his pack to begin with.

“What’s with the sour look, lover boy?” Yeji quizzed.

Josh merely side-eyed her before going back to watching the pack, “Don’t ask stupid questions if you don’t want a stupid answer.”

“Give it a rest, grumpy,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “We all know you don’t actually hate her as much as you want everyone to think.”

“I don’t know...” Suvi began quietly like she was afraid to give her opinion. “I think he just invited her back here because he feels bad for her. Look at how he’s been acting.”

Joshua shifted his weight to one leg, pointing his thumb beside him at the younger girl, “She’s right.”

“No she isn’t,” Danbi chuckled.

“Yeah? And what do you know?”

“For starters, you haven’t stopped staring at her since we got outside,” Eunjin interjected in a plain tone.

“And you can frown all you want but your eyes show everything, Shua” Danbi insisted with a giggle.

Joshua just let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, “Shut up, all of you.”

-

With the sun having set, the pack called it a day and shifted before going back into the house, pulling on their clothes as they talked and laughed with each other. You were toward the back of the group, walking silently as the rest of the pack made playful conversation with each other. You weren’t really sure what was happening next, but you also didn’t want to ask and possibly set Joshua off -- or seem rude asking if you were supposed to leave now or not.

“So, um,” Seungcheol stopped and turned around, pulling his shirt on over his head before he looked at you, “since you’re here and it’s already dark outsi--”

“Don’t even say it,” Joshua grumbled.

Jihoon sighed, rolling his eyes, “Come on, are you really gonna make the poor girl walk home in the dark?”

“She can take care of herself,” he stated, eyeing you up and down -- but there was more of a disgusted look on his face than anything else.

You didn’t really care, though.

“I get she’s a werecoyote, but come on,” Kyung spoke up. “She almost died to begin with because she was running around at night.”

“Wait, really?” Junhui asked.

After the rest of the pack started getting on his case -- especially after learning that new information -- Josh let out a loud groan, letting his head drop back, “Fine!”

His tone actually made you flinch -- not because you were afraid, but the loudness startled you. 

He lifted his head, his golden eyes landing on you, and you raised your eyebrows. He narrowed his eyes, “You can stay on the couch for the night.”

You visibly perked up, “Couch? Like, the one in the living room?”

“Um...yeah?"

“Really?!” you grinned. You were practically bouncing with excitement. “Thank you so much!”

“It’s...just a couch...” Chan said slowly, not understanding what you were so happy about. 

Seungcheol nodded his head toward the living room, “C’mon. We’ll find some extra blankets for you.”

“I think you’re forgetting her usual sleeping space,” Jia pointed out quietly as the pack began to walk down the hallway again to start going to their separate rooms.

That was when it clicked. Of course you were excited to sleep on a couch, you lived in a cave. Your typical bed was probably not the most comfortable thing. They imagined it was probably either the cave floor, or maybe a bed of leaves and grass. A couch would definitely be a huge upgrade for you.

As you beamed watching Seokmin and Seungcheol work to set up a makeshift bed for you on the couch, Joshua silently and slowly approached you.

“Have you...ever slept on a bed before?” he wondered.

You looked at him and shrugged with a small nod, “Not for a really long time, though. It’s been...”

You trailed off as you tried to do some math in your head, but you genuinely couldn’t remember when it was you last slept in a bed. You couldn’t even remember what age you were when you left home. Things started blurring together.

“I don’t know how many years, but it’s been a long time,” you shrugged.

Years? God, why did you have to tug at Joshua’s heart when he was trying to be cold and push you away? You just had to have a tragic life story, didn’t you?

After a moment of listening to Seungcheol and Seokmin bicker about which way the sheet was supposed to go, Joshua let out a deep sigh, “Y’know what? Just go take my bed. I’ll figure this out since you two are too dense to figure out a fucking bedsheet.”

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You looked at Josh with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, blinking as you waited for him to take the statement back. Even the pack froze and waited to see if he was just playing some dumb prank on you to get your hopes up.

Joshua turned his head to look at you when you didn’t move, “I’m sorry, was I speaking a different language?”

You knew it was sarcasm, but you still replied with a simple, “No.”

“Then why are you just standing there?”

Kyung groaned, saying something in another language under her breath before she stepped forward, “Come on, I’ll show you were to go since Shua’s too busy being an asshole.”

You followed the foreign wolf out of the room and up the stairs to where Joshua’s room was, and then she tracked down some pajamas to fit you and helped you get settled.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the pack was still looking at Joshua. However, they were all smirking or wearing some sort of shit-eating grin.

“Nice excuse,” Yeji snorted.

Josh grimaced, “What?”

“We all know it wasn’t because dumb and dumber were taking too long,” Jeonghan smirked, shaking his head as Seungcheol and Seokmin called out in offence. “You felt bad and you care about her.”

“You liiiiiiike her,” Danbi sang.

Joshua rolled his eyes before he walked up to Seokmin and snatched the sheet from him, making the younger wolf flinch.

“Just get the hell out of my room,” he growled.

[wayward-mikaelson]

Sixth Gear

Word Count: 4287

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Marie (OG Character), Nathan (OG Character) Dylan (OG Character), Donna Ackles, Alan Ackles, Mackenzie Ackles, Joshua Ackles, Jared (Mentioned), and Misha (Mentioned).

About: Reader goes home for the holidays only to be introduced to Jensen, the star of Supernatural. The Reader and Jensen hit it off that first night where one thing leads to another until the readers Brother walks in on them about to rip each others clothes off. For the next few months the Reader and Jensen get to know each more. Then the Reader decides to go home for the Summer just to see Jensen and he shows her his motorcycle and how it all works where one thing leads to another.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Unprotected Sex (be responsible, wrap it up), Drinking, Oral Female Receiving, Mention of Drugs

DISCLAIMER: This one shot does contain a toxic parent and everything that comes with a toxic parent. That means there will be manipulation, gas lighting, emotional/psychological abuse, etc. If you live or have lived with a toxic parent and or person please read at your own discretion. 

DISCLAIMER 2: Any of the shorts that are hot and steamy, I want to put out there that it's in no way disrespectful towards Danneel at all. I love her to death and respect the crap out the marriage between her and Jensen. So when reading those shorts, know that it all takes place in an alternate world where they aren't married at all.

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A/N 3: This took me 3 to 4 days to write so I really hope you enjoy this hot and steamy motorcycle ride.

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I sit in the airport thinking and wondering how I am going to make it through the weekend with my parents. My Mom is toxic as hell while my Dad is just now waking up to her toxicity after nearly thirty years of marriage. He has told me many times over this last year that he was considering on leaving her but somehow she always found out and manipulated him to stay. "Maybe I can convince him to come home with me?" I whisper to myself. I have an extra room for him. I rub my face knowing it will be a long shot to get my father out of that house.

When my flight is called for Dallas, I stand up, picking up my bag and making my way to the gate. I hate holidays that require me to come home. Like Thanksgiving and Christmas. I make up excuses for all the other ones just to stay away from home. I was much more happier in Portland. As I arrive at the gate, I pull out my ticket and let the lady scan it. As I walk towards the plane, I think, I still have time to turn around and just say screw it and not get on. It will most certainly make my life so much easier.

I sit in my seat and send a quick text to my Dad letting him know that I was on my way. In return he say's he's excited and that my brother Dylan was coming too. I turn my off and sit back. My brother. The black sheep of the family is finally coming home for a holiday after five years. It'll be nice to hug him again and see how he's been holding up. I smile and close my eyes. This trip is going to be amazing and entertaining.

When my eyes open, I feel the plane preparing to land. I look out the window to my right and see the Dallas airport below. No time to turn back now, I think. Should have high tailed it when I had the chance. When the plane lands I wait until it's time to gather my bag and make my way back to baggage claim. As I do, I pull out my phone and text my Dad to see if he's here. I sooner I get out of this crowed airport, the sooner I can get home and lock myself away until dinner. He texts me back saying he and Mom are circling around and will pick me up when they see me.

"Great," I say stuffing my phone away. "Her highness is here to talk down to me and talk nothing but herself."

"I don't know your situation, but you can tell her highness to go screw herself," A voice next to me says. I turn to see a man about a few years older than me and highly gorgeous pulling up a few bags. He looks oddly familiar.

I laugh. "If only that will work," I see him give a small smile before I walk off.

I walk outside of the terminal waiting to see my Dad's small grey SUV. When I do, I get this sick feeling when I see my Mom. She is the soul reason why I stay away from home and avoid her. She belittles me and makes me feel so small. She judges the way I dress and do my makes. Even thinking about it makes me even more sick.

My Dads SUV pulls up next to me. He smiles at me and I return the smile. "Hey," I say as I buckle up.

"What? No hi for your mom?" My Moms tone said it all. "I see how it is. And is that what you wore on the plane?! That's just horrendous. I would never wear that!" Oh I wish this trip was already over. "At least your brother had the decency to show up in an actual outfit. You look like you're looking for drugs."

I smile sarcastically. "That's exactly what I'm doing Mom," My Dad glares at me from the rearview mirror but, I ignore it. "There's a guy I know off of 4th. He deals the best drugs! He's the whole reason I'm here."

"YN!" Dad says my name firmly and I stop. Guess I took it too far. "How was that flight?" He asks softly.

"I slept the whole time. I'm not big on flying." I say reaching into my bag to pull out the mini bottles I hid. I take one out and shot it back as fast I can before either of my parents see.

The rest of the drive home was in silence. Which, when riding with both my parents, isn't relaxing. When we pull into the driveway of my childhood home, I am out of the car before Dad puts it in park and bolt inside.

"YN," I hear Moms voice call after me. "You're not going to let your father carry your bags in all on his own."

"Marie!" I hear Dad say before I shut the door behind me. Then its all muffled voices.

I run upstairs and into my room. I can hear the music in my brothers room already. He only has music on when he and Mom get into it. That explains why she tagged along for the ride to pick me up. I close the door and drop what bag onto the floor and flop onto the bed. I didn't have time to close my eyes when I heard knocking.

"What?" I groaned. I did not want to get up off my bed.

"We will be having company over in a few hours so makes sure you presentable." Moms voice is overly heard. Dylan's music stops.

"Who?" I hear Dylan ask.

"The Ackles," She says. "They used to watch you guys when you were little. You guys got along with their kids."

"Who?" Dylans door opens but I can't shake that the name Ackles was familiar too. "You talk like we should remember them."

"Why do I even try?" Moms voice is irritated for whatever reason that is known to her. "Just be ready in two hours. Dylan don't wear look too goth. YN, don't wear pajamas. Make it look like you guys actually love your family."

I hear her footsteps retreating when a Dylan cracked the door. "Are you decent?" He asks.

"Yeah," I sit up on my bed and rub my face. I see my older brother walk into the room. He's wearing dark skinny jeans and a black button up shirt. I have no idea why Mom wouldn't think that's not goth like. "I think your outfit looks good." I toss another mini bottle of hard liquor towards him. He, of course, catches it flawlessly.

"Oh thank God," He cracks it open and tosses it back. "I do plan on wearing this and stuff like the whole time I'm here."

"Speaking of you being here," I pull out another mini bottle and toss that one back. Sadly its my last one. "Why are you here? I mean you've seen me a few times these last few years."

"Dad," Dylan says. "He says he's finally telling Mom he's high tailing it out of her life. Has the papers all drawn up and stuff. He wanted to see if he could live with me in Arizona. I automatically said yes because I want to see the look on Moms face when she sees her money source walk out on her."

Now I wish I packed more mini bottles. "Hopefully not in front of our dinner guest," I kind of hope he does secretly.

"No," Dylan stands up. "He won't do that. He will do it after they leave most likely. Now I will let you get ready and make sure you make yourself look like the fucking Queen that you are and slay that shit. Mom hates that."

I laugh. "As long as you do it too. Then we both can slay it together. And yes I will let you use my dark eye shadow palette."

"You're the best sister ever," Dylan walks out of the room. "What would I ever do without you?"

"Crash and burn, sweetheart, crash and burn."

Two hours came and went and both Dylan and I are ready. As we walk downstairs we hear the muffled voices of our parents and our dinner guests. This feels so much like my teenage years, I think to myself as I round the corner to the kitchen and stop dead in my tracks.

There stands the attractive man from the airport. In my kitchen. In my house. He's wearing a red button up shirt with jeans and nice semi-casual shoes. I zero in on his already darkening five o'clock shadow and begin to imagine what it would like in full. He notices me too and give me a smile.

"YN, Dylan," Moms voice sounds. She really never lets Dad talk at all. "I'm sure you remember the Ackles children. Well, they aren't children anymore but, you understand what I mean."

Everyone gives a light chuckle. "I'm afraid I don't remember. I don't remember much of my childhood to be honest." I say giving handshakes to everyone. I notice my brother Dylan hesitate to give the attractive man a handshake. Then I notice his small blush. Damn, I think, it would be my luck to see the same attractive man to learn he could be gay. I guess I'll see when my brother hard core flirts with him during dinner.

"I'm Jensen," he says shaking my hand.

"YN," I say smiling and he smiles back.

I get everyones names and Mom and Dad say dinner will be ready in about an hour or so. In that moment I excuse myself to the back deck to mix myself a drink. Mom glares at me while I walk away. I also notice Dylan trying to flirt with Joshua who was equally as attractive as his brother.

Once on the back deck I take a deep breath and head to Dads bar and start mixing a drink. Then I hear the door open and close. The sound of footsteps tell me its a male.

"So, the whole telling her highness to screw herself didn't happen, I assume," Jensens voice is super smooth.

I look up from my mixing. "If you're meaning my mother, then no it didn't. In fact she accused me of buying drugs."

"Really?!" Jensens voice sounds surpised. "Wow, isn't a plane ride supposed to be comfy?"

I throw my hands up in the air. "That's why I was thinking." I make the mistake of looking as he licks his lips. I turn away quickly and grab the other mixer. "Want a drink? I'm pretty good at mixing."

"Surprise me," Jensen says soft voice as he raises an eye brow and looks me other.

For the next half hour we talk. We talk about random things. We talk about his time on his hit shower Supernatural. A show for some reason I have never seen and now am very interested in. We talk about his life in between shooting his show and being home. I share that I am rarely ever home due to Mom. I don't go into details but I think he get's the gist of it.

"So, I have this huge vinyl collection. Passed down to me from my grandfather before he died." I say mixing another drink. I am slowly starting to feel the effects of this drink. Jensen is still working on his first glass. Such class that is getting horny. "Would you like to see it?"

Jensen smiles and sets his drink down to follow me inside. Dad looks up from listening to Jensen's dad. "What are you two up to?" He asks.

"I'm going to show Jensen grandpas vinyl collection he gave me." We waltz pass them and up the stairs. At the top I loose my balance and fall back into Jensen who grabs me with both his arms.

"One two many drinks?" He asks chucking.

"I promise I can handle my drinking," I begin to walk again. Once in my room I go to my closet and pull out a few boxes and open them. "My Dad was or is still going to be sending these to me but, have a look at them all you want. I don't have them organized."

Jensen looks at the records and with each one he finds that excites him, it excites me in places I never thought to be excited in again. I watch as his smile takes up his whole face and how his eyes crinkle when that happens. I guess I'm staring too long because Jensen looks up a few times with his eyes. I know I should I look away but I honestly can't. This man is just too handsome and sexy to just look away.

Jensen sets down a Sinatra record and comes over to sit next to me on the bed. I am very aware now of how close he is but I still can't stop staring. I rack him over with my eyes and take a deep breath and exhale. I look away and take a huge drink. Nope, no tonight, not in this house, I think to myself. Mom will find out and she will have my ass for having sex yet again in her house. l turn to apologize for staring when I feel his hand on my face pulling it in towards him.

His lips are soft. His lips are eager. His lips move around mine like they were made to be there. I sigh and part my lips and I feel his tongue shot right into my mouth and explore every part it. When he starts to pull back, I nip his bottom lip. Jensen sucks in a deep breath and within seconds he has me straddling his lap. The two of us trying to get our shirts off when my door opens.

"YN, Mom says dinner is,..." Dylan's voice snaps the both of us out of whatever trance we are in. "Well, I see that you skipped right on to dessert. Please continue." I look over to see Dylan checking Jensen out leaning on the door frame licking his lips.

"Don't you know how to knock?" I hiss at him fumbling to fix my shirt.

"Don't you know how to put a sock on the door?" Dylan asks smirking, still checking Jensen out.

Dinner was good. I couldn't keep my eyes from glancing at Jensen as he talked about his show and his co stars. Mom was just over the moon and always ask questions that were like "Oh Jared this" or "Oh Misha that." I will need to look those guys up too.  I could also tell that Jensen was getting uncomfortable. So I brought the attention to myself which of course Mom hated. Her death glare let me know it too. Dinner ended on a high note though.

"Here, put your number in and I'll do the same," Jensen held out his phone. "That way we can talk while I'm shooting." I take his phone and give him mine. We put our numbers in and say goodnight and goodbye. Hopefully, I think, I get to see him again.

The rest of my time home actually went to hell. The next morning we wake up to Mom screaming at Dad. He had given her the papers and told her she either had to sign now or sign in front of lawyers. Mom tries everything in the book but Dad stood his ground. In the end, Mom storms out screaming and calling Dad all sorts of names and saying she has nothing to her name and that he can't just up and leave her. Says that he can't live life without her because he is nothing without her.

After Mom left, I changed my flight to leave before Thanksgiving. I wanted nothing to do with what was going to go down. According Dad, Dylan already has space for him set up in Arizona. I felt better about him having a place. Two days before leaving, I pack up what I else I wanted to take to Portland with me. Everything else would be put into storage for later or donated. Dylan helped me ship them off.

The day before I left, Mom tries to talk to me but I told her she did it to herself all these years. The manipulation. The gas lighting. The mental abuse. The emotional abuse. The whole deal. It was all her that lead to this. She huffed and called me a bitch and that I am no better than Dad. So by the time I make it home, I am a wreck.

Over the next few months, I bury myself in my work and ignoring Mom. Dad on the other hand was doing much better. Already got a job out in Arizona and is saving up to get a small apartment. Dylan tells me he's the happiest and most easy going person without Mom. Mom on the other hand still refuses to sign the papers and has gotten cocky lawyers involved. She wants him to alimony and when he dies she wants me to continue to pay it. I said hell no. Dad stood his ground until the very bitter end.

While that was all going on and when it was finally over, I spoke non stop to Jensen. I even caught up to the current season of his show and tell him what I think of it all. We talk about anything that will keep us texting or talking all into the hours of the night. Neither of us mention that night in my room. Dylan thinks I'm falling for him with how much I talk about him. I doubt it but then again I might be.

Jensen, has been the only person to make me feel like I am not crazy. He has called me or facetimed me to help me through the rough days or the out the blue panic attacks. His entire existence keeps me from doing anything stupid. So, yeah, you can say that I'm falling head over heels hard for him.

By the time summer started to come around I am sitting in my apartment trying to get my AC to work when my phone rings. I answer without looking at the caller ID.

"Whats up?" I even hear the irritation in my voice.

"Hey," Jensens voice instantly calms me. "Everything okay?"

"No," I groan and flop onto the cold tile in my small kitchen. "My AC broke and the landlord won't have anyone out until next week. I told him he won't see rent until it's fixed. Now he's threatening to evict me if I don't pay. But it's so damn hot that I'm practically naked right now."

"I'd love to see that," Jensen teases, making me laugh. "I'm sorry your AC is jacked up. Do you have plans on visiting Dallas?"

I sit up on my elbow. "Should I?"

Four days later Jensen is picking me up from the airport in a rental car. He paid for my entire flight and AirBnB taken care of. "I thought you would like to have control of what your AC temperature should be. Hotels normally run super cold to the point that Misha has tried spooning with me." I laugh. "I do hope it isn't weird that I am also staying that AirBnB."

"None at all," I say feeling my face warm up a bit. It didn't take Jensen long to convince me to come. I really wanted to see him and I really wanted AC.

When we get to the AirBnB, I can't help stare at it in awe. It's almost like a mansion. Then the garage door opens and there sits a motorcycle. I am much more interested in this Jensen guy. I get out to grab my things but Jensen shoos me aside saying he's got it all. I then walk on over to the motorcycle and trail my hand on it.

"Isn't she a beauty?" Jensen asks. I look and he's staring at me, well, more like slowly running his eyes over my body.

"Yeah," I answer looking back at the motorcycle. "My Dad used to have one when we were little. My Mom forced him sell it for whatever reason."

Jensen takes in a deep breath and walks by me. "I can take you around the block if you want." I am suddenly aware of his closeness. I feel my face burn hotter and I get all tingly down south. I look at Jensen and he's already holding two helmets. I smile and take a helmet and strap it on.

In minutes, I am sitting with my arms wrapped around Jensen. He's backing out of the garage and with a small rev of the motorcycle, we took off. It isn't too fast or too slow. But I still tightened my arms around him and closed my eyes. I have been on a motorcycle a few times but, I still get a knot in my stomach.

When we get back, I take my helmet off and take a deep breath. "That was fun," I say as Jensen manages to slide of the motorcycle. He takes his helmet off as well and I can't help but stare at his sweaty hair. That's when I notice he's been growing out his beard. I can't imagine what it would feel like on my skin. Again, I must be staring to hard or to long because Jensen smiles like he knows what I am thinking.

I swing my legs to the side as he walks towards me. As he reaches for my face I drop the helmet and grab hold of his shirt and pull him closer to me. The moment our lips met, my brain starts to set off firecrackers. It felt like a freaking life time since the last time we kissed.

Jensens hands run down my front to the hem of my shirt. I raise my arms up and he slowly slides off. I do the same to him. I've seen him shirtless a few times on his show and internet pictures but seeing it all in real life, damn! I bite my lips and Jensen licks his lips. I slide off the motorcycle and shimmy out of my shorts and underwear. Jensen watches with lust in his eyes and does the same thing. Jensen grabs my hips and sits me back on the motorcycle as he kisses me deeply. The longer he isn't inside me, I more wet and tingly I become.

As if reading my mind, and without breaking his lips off mine, I feel Jensens fingers slide between my folds and begins to rub it before slipping  two fingers inside. I suck in a deep, sharp breath and let out a soft moan. He starts to pull in and out and twist his finger around softly but firmly. In seconds, I am starting to tighten up around his fingers when he pulls them out. I whimper at the lose of contact.

"Not yet," he says against my lips.

Jensen grabs my hips and picks me up. I wrap my legs around him as he slides himself onto the motorcycle. This is going to be interesting and fun. Jensen adjusts us so that we both were somewhat comfortable before lifting me up and positioning me just above his length. I place my hands on his shoulders as he lowers me on him. I close my eyes and drop my head. I hear a low groan come from him as he's fully inside of me. I look up and see him staring right at me.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he says and I smile. His hands grip tight on my hips. They will most likely leave a mark and I am fine with that. He lifts me up and slams me back down. A yelp escaping my mouth.

We repeat that for what I think is nearly a half hour. I am a whimpering mess and trying to hold back my louder moans. Jensen is grunting and the lifting up and down thing, well, thats starting to get irregular and sloppy. Our breathing is getting ragged and the the leather from the seat is start to rub on both our skins. One slam. Two slams. Three slams. I feel myself tighten harder around Jensen. My fingers dig into his shoulders, also going to leave marks. After one more slam into his lap, we both come undone. His arms wrap around me and I drag my nails down his back.

Once our orgasm fade away, I push back and look Jensen in the eyes. "That has got to be the best sex I have ever had," I plant a small and gentle kiss on his lips.

"Good," Jensen smirks. "I got some more ideas for the bedroom later." He must of seen the look on my face, because I am seriously intrigued now. "But first," He slides both of us off the motorcycle. "We should clean up. We have dinner with Jared and his wife."

[bubbyleh]

wolves

All things considered, Tommy was incredibly lucky that his dad found him when he did. Just a few months before his first transformation, which Tommy knows he wouldn’t have been able to control as well as he does now. Sure, full moons are the only set in stone time he transforms, but Tommy’s sure that, if left in that orphanage, something would have set him off sooner or later. And he doesn’t want to think about what would have happened after.

At five years old, Tommy acquired his first pack member. It had been impromptu, and spontaneous, but Gman knew another wolf when he saw one. He couldn’t just leave a kindred spirit at the mercy of humans, especially a child.

Tommy was so excited to finally have a home, but a little nervous in the days leading up to his first shift. It was good for him to have an older wolf there to help with adjusting. As he grew up, Gman taught him more about being a wolf, such as partial transformation or shifting outside of a full moon.

But Tommy remembers one lesson clearly. On a cold night, while stoking the flames of their fireplace, Gman explained the importance of packs to his son.

“They’re people who, look out for, you,” Gman says as he settles back down on the couch next to Tommy. “Your pack will… protect you. Keep you safe, and in turn. You will help them.”

Tommy pulls the blanket on his shoulders tighter. “So they’re- they’re like a family?” Gman nods. “Then… you’re my pack?”

The question seems to catch Gman off-guard, but his shock quickly makes way for a warm smile as he pulls Tommy close. “Yes. And you are mine.”

Nestling into his father’s side, Tommy can’t help but grin. Something in the back of his mind tells him that since two people is small for a family, it should be small for a pack, too. But honestly, the idea of it, being part of a group of people who will love you, no matter what, is something Tommy enjoys.

†††

Tommy is thirty-five when his boyfriend mentions a crypt. The two of them are lounging around Darnold’s room in his apartment, Darnold sitting on the bed with his laptop while Tommy sits on the floor.

“You grew up in- in a crypt?” Tommy tilts his head. Given the fact he has his wolf ears shifted right now, he looks quite a bit like a puppy.

“Well, yeah.” Darnold shrugs. “They’re convenient for inhuman folk who live in more populated areas.”

“What was that like?”

“Tommy, my mom showed you my baby pictures,” Darnold explains. “The cryptmates were all over those.”

Tommy blinks. Thinking back on it, actually, he does remember seeing unfamiliar faces holding baby Darnold in a few of those pictures. He was pretty distracted laughing at his boyfriend’s embarrassment, but really, he should maybe have questioned the literal skeleton playing peekaboo with an infant.

“I just assumed they were her- her clients!”

With a snort, Darnold pats Tommy’s head to calm him down. Tommy would never admit it, but since he’s a bit wolfed out, it does actually work.

“But, well. To answer your question,” Darnold scratches his chin as he speaks. “It was kind of like being part of a big family. There was always someone who had time to play with me, you know?” He smiles, mostly to himself. “I was never alone.”

Tommy can hear his tail thumping against the floor. “That sounds real- real nice!”

“Maybe we’ll move into one, one day,” Darnold laughs, before his eyes suddenly go bright. “Or we can make one! I know of a few of my clients who’d probably love to live in a crypt.”

Tommy doesn’t even think before agreeing with Darnold. He’s not sure why, but the concept of living in such close proximity to other people seems almost perfect. Some rational part of his brain tells him that it’s actually a terrible idea, considering he has his own apartment. But whenever he tries to come up with an argument against it, he realizes he doesn’t care that much.

Never before has Tommy thought about living in a crypt. And now he can’t stop thinking about it.

†††

It’s not the distant chirping of birds or the soft headbuts of a dog that awakens Tommy this morning. Nor was it a gentle nudging from his boyfriend, reminding him that he’s sleeping in way too late. No, what wakes Tommy up is a loud foghorn noise tearing through his room, and as he scrambles to sit up from panic, he sees Joshua sticking his head in through the door.

“Josh!” Gordon calls from somewhere in the crypt before Tommy can respond. “I said don’t wake him up!”

Joshua stares at Tommy blankly for a moment before frowning. “Sorry,” he apologizes, then disappears back into the hallway.

That’s one way to start the day.

It takes a few seconds of Tommy’s brain catching up with him to realize something. Today isn’t just any old day. Today is special, and important, and a lot of other things too!

Today is Tommy’s thirty-seventh birthday.

†††

The second Tommy walks into the kitchen, Benrey groans dramatically.

“Kid, you fucked it up,” Benrey glares down at Joshua.

Gordon, who’s busy with the mixing bowl, flicks the leftover batter from his rubber spatula towards Benrey. “Don’t say that to my son.”

The kitchen is full of activity. Bubby and Coomer are currently working at the stove, flipping pancakes and laughing to themselves. Joshua and Benrey were clearly once portioned out ingredients, but they've clearly devolved into messing around with each other instead of actual work.

Noticing Bubby sliding pancakes onto a plate, Tommy moves in. "Oh, let me-"

Bubby slaps Tommy's hand away with a spatula. "Nope! It's your birthday! Go sit down at the table."

Rubbing his slightly stinging fingers, Tommy does just that. He sits down next to his father, who offers him a smile.

"Hi, Dad," Tommy greets him.

"Happy birthday, Tommy," Gman says. "I've been put, in timeout."

"W-why?"

Coomer chimes in from across the kitchen. "He kept eating the whipped cream!"

Gman guiltily rubs the back of his neck. Tommy can see that they've already prepared quite a few toppings for the pancakes this morning, from a variety of fruits to the most sickeningly sweet syrup imaginable.

"This is- this is all for my birthday?" Tommy asks.

"Of course, dude," Gordon sits across from Tommy, abandoning his mixing bowl. "Darnold and Forzen had to run out. We ran out of a few ingredients." He smirks. "Don't worry, your boyfriend will be back to enjoy your birthday pancakes with you."

It's some combination of the lighthearted teasing from Gordon and the genuine act of making breakfast for his birthday that causes a flip to switch in Tommy's brain. He and his dad have been a two-person pack together for so long that he didn't realize. The second he moved into the crypt, his life changed in a way he couldn't have imagined. Tommy didn't just gain some cryptmates.

Tommy gained a pack.

And damn, if he doesn't love them for it.

[tcdarkeststorms]

Mother’s Day special

Since it’s Mother’s Day, I wanted to give some tribute to the moms we see in Trauma Center, along with headcanons about how a couple of ‘em are as moms and generally exploring stuff. This is my ship hell, just a fair warning.

HERE WE GO!!!

Cybil Kasal

Cybil and Greg, honestly thought long and hard about starting a family. Neither, were entirely sure, because of their GUILT and worrying if it would potentially cause issues with having kids or create issues for the kid once they were born. Privately, they got gene screening done.

They were so relieved when they were told they could in fact have a family safely.

Kari was born 10 months later.

Greg gleefully was telling those they were comfortable telling “She’s Gregnant.” including his mother in law. Cybil was bemoaning the fact, that this was his first dad joke and only the start of a lifetime full of them.

During her pregnancy with Kari, Cybil didn’t even stop working. While anesthesia isn’t an easy specialty by far… It was pretty much a situation of let her or lose a hand. Greg just kept a careful eye on her but put his foot down finally when she was in her last trimester.

The night Kari was born, Greg actually nearly missed it because of an emergency patient. He wanted to pass them off to another doctor, but Cybil insisted he go, she was gonna be fine. He made it with literally seconds to spare as the first thing he heard when he came into the room was Kari’s first cries.

Kari’s name actually has some significance to them both. Derived from HIkari since she was their little light of Hope.

For the first few months, Kari could only fall asleep if she was nestled between them. Cybil lost a LOT of sleep making sure their little girl was fine. (She had a little cot that she was tucked into that was above their own blanket)

Kari’s first words were….

“Dada”.

Greg would never forget the LOOK Cybil gave him when that happened. He tried to convince her, she really said Mama but they both knew.

She took her first steps for Cybil though and that was enough for her. (And Greg got it all on film including the crying from Cybil.)

As she grows, Kari and her mom are very close and Cybil does her best to be there as much as she can. She still works, but she’s not ashamed that she did indeed bring her little one to work a few times.

The first time Kari got sick with something more serious than a cold, it was a good number of sleepless nights. (Poor kiddo had food poisoning. It was not fun for Kari who was five at the time and Greg and Cybil were taking shifts all night to make sure she was comfortable/hydrated)

Kari was born on Mother’s Day of 2021. (May 9th) Cybil boasts that she was the best present she ever got.

Cybil is THAT Mom during sport events at school and the like. Cheering as loud as she can, booing the other team, boasting: “THAT’S MY LITTLE GIRL!!!” And generally just… embracing the role of “embarrassing mom” with utter pride.

They never had another child. They only planned for one and they got their little miracle child.

Naomi Kimishima

Naomi after she woke up from surgery had Alyssa moved to her room. Alyssa actually never slept in her hospital bed again, they slept in the same one together.

Alyssa doesn’t really sleep in her own room all that often. She prefers being near her mother, since she’s so busy… and Alyssa privately, feels safer being right next to her. When she gets older she’ll gradually sleep in her own bed more and more but Naomi doesn’t mind…. Privately, she feels better having her kid right there.

Alyssa, doesn’t remember the first time she called Naomi “Mom” however Naomi does. It was while she was dropping Alyssa off to play at Joshua’s house and Alyssa shouted over her shoulder “Bye Mama! I’ll see you later!”

She’d never admit this out loud to anyone (Except Little Guy) that she sat there in her car for nearly ten minutes crying.

Naomi… doesn’t really get along with the other moms that volunteer at Alyssa’s school. She comes across as intimidating to them and she thinks they’re too protective. (She got a pretty nasty set of glares, when waiting for the kids to be done messing around after school, Alyssa fell. Instead of rushing to her and fretting, she just called across:

“You good!?”

“Ahuh!”

“Good, get up and keep going.”

She could FEEL the judgement)

She… generally dislikes parental participation during events. She loves spending time with Alyssa, but she’ll be the first to admit, she’s more of an introvert now than she used to be and being around so many people is exhausting. She’ll suck it up for her sake though…

Except for Bake Sales.

She refuses to bake. She’s not a disaster chef like Gabe jokes, she can make basic meals and the most advanced thing she can make is various curries (all from scratch and both Indian and Japanese style curries) but unfortunately, that’s not exactly… welcomed at bake sales. She has no shame buying stuff at the store and dropping it onto the table.

There’s a few other moms she works with at CIFM, but they don’t talk…. And actually, Naomi avoids talking to them in particular, because she… really, REALLY hates how often they try to envelope her into their “Mom Clique” at work.  (She got enough of it, after being told how often Alyssa should be snacking, ect and flat out said: “She’s breathing and suffered no brain damage from the explosion. But you know, let’s hear again how I’m a terrible mom for letting her stay up late on weekends and letting her eat candy.”)

They give her a wide berth now as if she’s cursed.

That’s perfectly fine with her.

While they eat out often, Naomi does ensure Alyssa and her both eat a variety of food. Lot of vegetables, fruits, ect.

She became closer with her own mother, after adopting Alyssa since her mom was elated at having a granddaughter… and elated her child was going to live.

Naomi and her mom were close when she was growing up and she wanted the same for her and Alyssa… Luckily for her, Alyssa utterly adores her.

Alyssa shows interest in biology, but she’ll admit, she doesn’t think she could do the work Naomi does. She knows how hard it is emotionally on her at times and has stayed up with her, distracting her after some rough cases. Mainly in the form of watching movies and lots of cuddles in a blanket nest.

On her days off, Naomi always tries to see what Alyssa wants to do, before making plans… most of these plans, include teaching her about meditating, telling her stories, or facetiming with Naomi’s parents. Making blanket forts and watching cartoons, or reading together. (Naomi’s just… baffled at how easy going of a kid Alyssa is. She realizes she lucked out with having a child that’s so calm)

Chloe is still a problem cat and Naomi laments frequently, she didn’t expect to share a familiar with Alyssa.

She’d do it all over again for her sake.

When she and Little Guy get married, Naomi makes one thing clear - she wants ONLY one child and she’s got that already. Navel happily agrees.

Tomoe Tachibana

I like to imagine, Tomoe does want to be a mother someday. It’s just a matter of getting there… and being patient, even if it’s hard sometimes…. Sooo here we are.

In every timeline, when she gets with CR-S01, they struggle for awhile to have kids.

And in each timeline, they adopt after a certain point. They take in a little girl, named Rizabelle who is the utter light of their lives and they adore everything about her. Later on, they’ll have another child, a son (Galen, who you can find here: https://theblueskyphoenix.tumblr.com/post/612419824029777920/citra-torres-teresa-cunningham-galen-muller

Tomoe’s a very gentle and nurturing parent. While their daughter’s pretty hyper, she does her best to help her slow down and appreciate the life around them.

Their little girl, is generally just a ray of sunshine to everyone she meets and a very kind little girl. She adores her parents and spends as much time as possible with them when their home… and even at work.

Tomoe wants to teach both of her kids, martial arts, only if they want to though.

Rizabelle wants to. SO BADLY. Unfortunately, she’s a bit of a frail little thing so it’s not until she’s a little stronger that she starts learning the basics. There is absolutely no desire to take over the Tachibana clan though.

With both of her children, Tomoe emphasizes wanting them to know about their family’s background. A lot of history lessons, Japanese lessons… but she emphasizes she wants them to be kids as well. She never wants them to feel the pressure she did growing up, to do everything a proper “lady of the clan” would do.

Tomoe and Erhard both are guilty of being WAY too excited, to shop for their kids back to school supplies. Rizabelle had JUST turned six when they adopted her, so she was phasing out of Kindergarten when that happened. (They both went overboard. A LOT of books, too many backpacks, specialized stationary, Rizabelle genuinely lost count of how many bento boxes she has for her lunches. They were just so excited to have a kid to shop for. The same thing happens with Galen when it’s his turn, except he does use a few of Rizabelle’s hand-me-down’s since at least there were a few backpacks that weren’t too girly for his tastes and bento boxes didn’t really matter if they were cutesy or not)

Tomoe, privately really enjoys anime unironically, it’s just what she grew up with. It was a real joy to her, to get to share some of her favorite series with her kids. (Black Jack, the original Sailor Moon, stuff she remembered fondly as a little girl).

Movie nights are frequent in the Tachibana-Muller household, with everyone taking turns.

When Tomoe did fall pregnant with their son finally, she was excited, nervous, terrified. She was just… so looking forward to meeting him.

Oddly enough, she didn’t have much in the ways of severe symptoms. She was one of the lucky ones, who didn’t deal with morning sickness and she worked a good deal of the way into her pregnancy.

Erhard came home from work, quite a bit to find his wife and daughter fast asleep, with Rizabelle having her ear pressed to her mom’s stomach trying to hear what her new sibling was up to.

He has a lot of pictures of those times.

Tomoe is… VERY protective of her kids. Rizabelle got pushed and almost punished in the third grade, because it counted as a “fight”.

That was the last time, someone messed with a Tachibana child, as Tomoe went NUCLEAR. (Erhard took a step back and focused on making sure Rizabelle was alright).

No one ever picked on the Muller kids again after that.

Tomoe intimidates the other moms just as much as Naomi and… she honestly doesn’t care. As far as she’s concerned, if they don’t like how she raises her children, they can keep their opinions to themselves.

She admits, she’s a little lost sometimes initially and wishes she could ask her own mother for advice.. But she picks herself up and keeps going. (And asks for advice a LOT from Lisa and Naomi at the start. She realized very quickly to not worry so much since as long as their kids were eating enough, sleeping enough, ect then she couldn’t really mess up)

Lisa Cunningham

Lisa wanted to be a mom, ever since she could remember. When she fell in love with Gabriel, the first thing she warned him was that she did want kids and if he didn’t, then she would let him go right then and there, during their first date.

Luckily he agreed… When they had Joshua, it was still when Gabe was in the reserves. She quickly got on with the other military moms, who all had husbands in the same program as Gabe was. They got along pretty nicely and frequently lamented how often their husbands were busy.

Gabe only had to report to training so many times, never deployed. She still held things together though, when he needed her to.

They lived in California for part of Joshua’s life, before moving to Portland. Both are actually from Portland, but due to Gabe’s work lived in Cali for awhile. She misses it… especially when it’s cold.

When she first became pregnant with Joshua, she was mostly exhausted all the time… and mostly cried at stuff, when her hormones got to her. She could never remember actually being mad. (And Gabe would agree. He just felt bad when she was having a hard time.. And he also wishes he could forget some of the cravings. (“Who the heck dips pickles in peanut butter? For the matter, how many jars of those did you even eat!?” “Your son, wanted them.”)

They had a few names picked out but Joshua was the one they both liked the best. (It’s actually Gabe’s middle name, since he didn’t wanna saddle the kid with being “Gabe Jr.”, Lisa thought it was sweet… and it’s actually a family name, since it was also Gabe’s grandfather’s first name.)

They had some trouble deciding on a middle name though. It was a week long debate, over dinner because both wanted Joshua to have one of his grandfather’s names as a middle name.

They literally had this discussion until Joshua was born.

They settled on Joshua Thomas Cunningham… Neither grandfather's name won. Instead, Joshua’s named after one of the members of the band Styx, Tommy Shaw (Gabe’s favorite band EVER)

Joshua was a C-section baby. He was in distress and they both agreed it was best to just get him out ASAP. (Lisa was honestly terrified and tried to put on a brave face. Gabe stayed by her side the whole time. She can look back on it with humor nowadays though. “He didn’t want a squished head. He was already fluffy thanks to his dad here.” “Hey!”)

Lisa’s a doting mother on Joshua. Loves her baby more than anything else and does whatever she can for him… even if for part of his life, Gabe wasn’t in it.

They are very, very close due to this. Joshua wants his mom happy and does his best hoping not to worry her… even if she still worries like crazy.

They have tried to reconcile several times, meeting privately and talking over the course of the last year or so.

She was mentally burnt out by the time the outbreak had ended. She was so stressed out, it took a toll on her. She and Gabe were together again by this point and… yeah. It was rough. She was having trouble relaxing, neither were sleeping well.

Gabe declared they needed a vacation and they headed to California for two weeks.

Lisa… honestly gets a kick out of the fact, she gets asked for advice from one of Gabe’s old friends, about parenting… and happily will offer it if it’s wanted

A year later, they have another child, their daughter Terry… this time, everything goes nice and smooth and Lisa thanks her lucky stars it went just as planned.

She’s a loving dedicated mother and will do anything for her kids and husband.

While being married to Gabe wasn’t easy at times… she is glad they were able to work it out. (Though she gave him SUCH a look when someone at Resurgam said: “Didn’t you say you were gonna divorce her?”

“Oh please, he wouldn’t survive without me.”

“It’s true.”)

They both have had to put a lot of work into making their marriage work but it’s worth every second.

Angie Thompson

Angie and Derek’s first kid came along exactly 9 months after they got married. They really wanted a family of their own. They were blessed with their first daughter, Luna Stiles.

Derek has quite a few photo’s and notes from over the course of that particular pregnancy, to put in Luna’s baby book later…. Including some of the sillier things. (“Please tell me you didn’t take pictures of that time I cried because you made me eggs with a bacon smile.”

“Noooooo. NOOOOO never….” He did. He got a smack on the arm for it later. It was worth it.)

Angie, didn’t work in the OR at all during this. They worked with too many potential hazards and the smell of the disinfectants made her morning sickness act up BIG TIME. She instead, worked directly with the patients for most of it.

Derek spoiled her rotten and made sure to do as much as he could to make it easier for her… Including, overhauling paperwork duty for them both. (And later realized, he may have made a mistake as Angie now calls him on it every time. “What? Do we need another kid to make you do it on time again!?”

“A-Angie!!!”)

Angie and Derek both agreed, they didn’t want a lot of prying when it came to their children coming into the world. She quietly checked into Hope Hospital and after a long, LONG night… Luna was born and they couldn’t be happier.

Two years later, they were blessed with a little boy, named Glenn.

Angie dotes on them both equally. She was just so happy they were finally here, safe and sound… healthy…

Glenn is a mama’s boy. He happily will cling to her leg when she gets home from work, or if she brings them to work for a bit. He loves spending time with her and getting to know more about her job.

Her favorite part of her day is coming home to their kids and getting to enjoy their evenings with them… or mornings, depending on the shift. Either way, it’s her favorite part.

Angie and Derek both have days where they take one of the kids with them to do an activity solo with that particular parent, along with family outings all together. That way, they get some one on one time along with full out family time. (Derek’s forbidden Disneyland as a “solo parent activity” cause deep down he’s a big kid at heart who loves going just as much)

During the earlier parts of their kids lives, they lived in a few different areas, due to work reasons. They got to see quite a bit of the world before the age of ten, but were very happy to go back home for good. It was around when Luna was 6 and Glenn was 4 that they decided no more international medical work unless absolutely necessary. (“As in, we better be the last ones called.”)

Nap piles are a must. She didn’t understand initially the appeal of mid day naps before she and Derek got together… She admits, there is now nothing better than, taking a midday snooze, her kids her husband all together with her in their big queen sized bed.

Angie is a total helicopter mom when her kids are sick. She’s on top of everything… Derek’s involved with it too, but he’s mainly reminding Angie that they’ll be fine. He’s actually the calm one.

Angie is a member of the now unofficial “Moms who aren’t liked by the other moms at school” club, with Tomoe and Naomi.  It’s more to do with the fact Angie gets recognized from being in the news so often… More so because she refused to give free medical advice.

(“They do know, I’m not allowed to do that right?”

“I got snubbed for not freaking out over Alyssa falling.”

“They were afraid of me.”)

No matter what, she wouldn’t change a single thing.

[loloskids]

⚑  Deacon Joshua Barnes  ⚑

37 Years Old, male, Construction Manager, heterosexual, divorced, foster dad/uncle

poor Deacon’s life can be used as an example of the best laid plans seldom go the way you planned it...

he was an accident kid, born to a mom who had him earlier than expected with her boyfriend at the time. his dad stuck around for the first couple of years, but got freaked out when Deacon started being less baby and more actual human he had to be a good role model to. he dipped when Deacon was five years old.

Deacon’s mom, Ellie, did her best to try and be both parents towards him but he was unfortunately blessed with a great memory and would always remember the father who had left. he did love his mother with all his heart, even when she mistakenly blamed herself for henry barnes’s inability to be a good dad, and never pushed for much more in her life. although she eventually managed to score a position at a very fancy restaurant, she remained the head hostess for nearly all of Deacon’s life

getting into a lot of fights as a kid, Deacon truly found a home in shop class, and with his teacher at the time who saw the scuffed up blonde boy and thought there was potential there

Mr. Sanchez changed Deacon’s life for the better, and through a twisted turn of events ended up becoming his stepfather a few years after Deacon had gone on to college

although he got his bachelors in business management, working with his hands and sweat down his back was the kind of work Deacon longed for, and was a profitable way to try and put a dent in his student loans

he’s been working at the same construction company for about fifteen years now, and has risen as high as he can go in the company. he truly loves it there, and considers the people he works with his family

Rosalie was the girlfriend of one of the floater construction workers around town, who saw Deacon and his drive to push himself further and saw what he could become - and how she could take advantage of it. she was a beautiful woman and pursued Deacon after dumping her old beau with a tenacity he couldn’t help but fall in love with

she stopped working right after the wedding, and in an effort to keep her to the life she wanted Deacon started working longer and harder

color him devastated when he found out, three years after they’d tied the knot, that he was stepping out on him. Rosalie convinced him that it was a one time thing, but when he found out about ANOTHER man a few months later, he asked for a divorce. she refused.

the battle lasted over a year in court and left Deacon utterly exhausted, but he’d got to keep the things that mattered the most to him, their dog, their house, and most of his assets. four years after the catastrophe went down, he still finds it hard to trust the women he’s involved with

last year, Deacon discovered that he had a half brother (on his dad’s side) who was in and out jail, truly lost. when he reached out and tried to help him, he discovered to his horror that he had a five year old daughter who’s home life was anything but stable. after some court petitioning, he’s been allowed to foster the little girl, his niece, Pia, ever since

TIDBITS

born and raised in Klover, Colorado, he’s never wanted to leave home and never will. the wide open spaces and clear air suit him just fine

his favorite color is brown, and yes he will death glare you if you say something bad about it

his blood might actually be made of coffee instead of red blood cells, he’s been drinking the stuff so much of his life

he has a chocolate lab named Imogen that he fought his ex-wife tooth and nail over during the divorce. Imogen had only been with them for a couple of months when the marriage fell apart, but had already bonded with him more. Rosalie wanted to take her more to make Deacon feel shitty than for any other reason, but thankfully the judge ruled in Deacon’s favor

he loves country music. he can’t help himself. he’s got the big ass truck to prove it.

his drink of choice is a rum and coke.

[clumsybookworm18]

and my burden to bear is a love (i can’t carry anymore) | pt.3

Jossam + Ghost AU

Summary: Sam thinks she’s crazy and Josh is... Josh.

[Read on AO3], Moodboard, part 1 / 2 / 4

She shouldn’t have been surprised. Not when it came to Josh. And yet she couldn’t believe it. When people die, they tend to stay dead. These sorts of things didn’t happen. People did not see their dead friends. 

But there he was. 

Draped over her bed was Joshua Washington, a person who was officially declared dead (if the headless body was any indication), his black clothes a stark contrast with her ivory duvet.  

She didn’t know- couldn’t even begin to fathom what to say or do other than gawk at him. The pounding in her heart too distracting, along with some other emotion she didn’t want to make out. 

Josh angled his head, a half smile playing on his lips. “Dreadful etiquette, I apologize.”

He looked anything but sorry. 

“You’re here,” Sam heard herself say, far way, the words somehow coming out resigned and shocked- not processing she had spoken at all. She wasn’t entirely sure she was breathing either.  

“Hello to you too, Sammy.” 

She blinked. Then blinked once more. Nope, he was still there. 

What. The. Hell.

Josh raised an eyebrow. “Most people would consider staring rude, ya kn-”

Without thinking, she hurled at him the first thing at her reach. Which turned out to be her diary. 

Josh let out a curse, ducking in vain as it flew through him. Both of them watched as it landed with a muffled thump on the plush carpet. 

He turned to look at her, muttering, “Pacifist my ass.” Though his face was serious, something like amusement glinted in his eyes. “Is this going to be a thing now? You throwing something at me every time I scare you?”

No no no no no. This wasn’t happening. She must’ve fallen asleep and was dreaming right now. She was having some kind of fever dream. Yup. That was totally it. There absolutely wasn’t a dead person sitting on the foot of her bed. Nope. 

Looking to avoid the presence in front of her, Sam threw the covers off her and got up, walking over to where her diary had landed. As she bent to pick it up, out of the corner of her eye she saw Josh smoothly sit up, bracing his hands on his thighs, watching her. Always watching her. Like he used to do. 

A shiver went through her. It was just the cold. Nothing else. 

That's what happens when you leave the comfort of your blanket burrito to step into a freezing room.

Sam closed her eyes and took a single deep breath, trying not to let the eeriness of it rattle her (keyword being trying), before turning to face him. “You’re not real.”

Josh snorted. “Oh, I’m real alright,” he said, and- yep, that was definitely amusement glittering in those eyes. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for one of you fuckers to finally see me?” 

“No,” she refuted, shaking her head. “This is just my subconscious showing me what I want to see. Or don’t, more specifically.” 

He gave her a lazy grin that once would’ve made her heart flutter. “I’m flattered Sammy. Really. But no imaginary doppelganger of mine can have my wit and charm-”

“And can’t be as aggravating as you,” she said dryly. “You know what? I’m actually inclined to believe this is all true. You haven’t been here five minutes and you’re already getting on my nerves.”

Josh put a hand to his chest. “Aw Sammy, you wound me. After all those late night talks we had together.” 

She glared at him. 

Josh stalked towards her, stopping less than a foot away, and she could’ve sworn a whisper of warmth grazed her skin. “What? Did you actually think you were crazy talking to a voice inside your head?” He gave her a knowing smirk. “Oh honey, you’re not delusional, trust me.”

Flashes of them in the mines raced through her mind, clamping down on her heart. Josh muttering to himself. Mike hitting him. Sam asking for the cable car key. Josh giving it to her. Their last conversation (she’d lost count of how many times she’s replayed it in her mind). The last time she saw him, alive and bleeding. 

She didn’t even say goodbye.

Fiercely shoving the memories away, Sam refrained from curling her fingers around the chain that rested around her neck, curling them into fists instead. She didn’t miss how his eyes flickered down to her hands as if he knew, but didn’t comment on it.

Wise move.

“How?” She demanded. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

He shrugged. “Never said I wasn’t.” 

Her blood chilled at his words- ignoring the doubt churning beneath her skin, trying to untangle the certainty of what she’d known all along but kept pushing into the back of her mind, like every irrational thought. She took a few steps back, putting some much needed space between them. For her sake.

“You mean to tell me... that the voice I’ve been hearing all this time was a vestige of you and not my imagination,” she said, not entirely a question.

Josh smirked. “What do you think?”

“So all those terrible wisecracks and irritating quips… that was you?”

“I’m pretty sure you mispronounced the word genius.”

A short, incredulous laugh escaped her. “This is insane. I’m fucking insane.”

“No, you’re not,” Josh said flatly.

“I have to be, otherwise I’m talking to a ghost.” Which, as far as she was concerned, were only supposed to haunt graveyards and old houses, not a tired twenty year old. 

He lifted a hand as if he were going to touch her but stopped when Sam yielded a step. Josh’s mouth tightened, hurt flickering in his eyes. “Sam, listen to me. I’m real. This is happening.”

“You can’t be here,” she insisted. “You can’t.” 

“Yet here I am. Standing right in front of you. Talking to you,” he said, crossing his arms. “You know it. You can feel it. You have for a while. Admit it.”

“You can be a brain tumor, for all I know,” she snapped, making way to get away from him. 

Josh’s moved swiftly, snarling softly and blocking her path. “You weren’t this upset when I was a faceless voice ‘inside your head’ but now I’m a problem?” 

Sam ignored him, stepping around him and walking away. 

Josh didn’t let her get far, immediately materializing in front of her. “Is it that hard for you to even look at me?”

This time she didn’t even bother trying to pass by him, but strode right through him instead which seemed to piss him off the whole more. She wasn’t going to make this easy for him. 

Sam jolted at the feel of something cold sliding over her neck. She whirled to him, a hand rising to the back of her neck. “Stop that!” 

“Then stop being so stubborn,” he said simply, any leftover amusement fading from his face. 

She debated on throwing the diary to his face again, but knowing her luck, the ruckus it would cause wouldn’t be worth it and she’d probably end up waking her mother. And Sam really wasn’t in the mood to explain why she was up at two in the morning arguing like a lunatic with a ghost- hallucination- fuck. Jury’s still out. “What do you want from me?”

Josh crossed his arms. “What I want is for you to stop freaking out and talk to me.”

“How can you expect me to be calm about this,” she hissed, motioning a hand in his direction.  

“Considering the situation we were in the last time we saw each other, Samantha, you could at least look happy to see me.”

Sam stiffened. The last thing she needed was a reminder of what happened down at the mines. “I don’t want you here.” 

“Tough shit.” he snapped, coming closer, making it harder to ignore the warmth seeping off from him. “You think I enjoy watching you wallow around everyday, mourning my sisters? The past?” The Me? went unspoken between them but the look in her eyes told him she heard it altogether. “Fading away, day after day, watching as your grief and despair eat you alive. Literally.” 

Sam didn’t answer him but if he wasn’t already dead, she would’ve killed him with the glare she sent his way. 

“Whether you hate me or love me, you’re stuck with me,” Josh went on, not balking from that hazel gaze. His eyes were clearer now, more focused. “But I’m also stuck with you. So you see, kind of a lose-lose situation.” 

She watched him for a heartbeat longer before asking, “So what? I’m supposed to be ecstatic you’re here to make my life a living hell? Haunt me for the rest of my miserable days?”

His face darkened. “Is that what you think?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me given all your yapping.” 

“You didn’t seem to mind during our nightly tête-à-têtes.” 

“Prick.” 

Josh let out a wry, low laugh, looking her over. “As for whatever reason you’re seeing me…” he trailed off, bringing a hand up to his jaw. “Well, it makes sense, of course, since you have been the only one that’s been talking back to me- that could hear me in the first place.” A corner of his mouth lifted. “We had a…” 

Connection. 

Sam scoffed. 

“Right,” she said, drawing the word out. 

She was definitely sleep deprived. 

Josh watched her walk over to her bed, furiously stuffing some pillows under her arms. He raised an eyebrow. “...What are you doing?”

“Going over to my mom’s room,” she said, not looking at him, “I need to think, and you’re obviously not gonna leave anytime soon...”

He leans against the wall, frowning. “What makes you think I won’t follow you?”

“You won’t,” Sam says, and almost laughs at the sureness of her tone. If tonight has taught her anything, is that she doesn’t know jack-shit. She could already feel a headache forming.

What a mess. 

Once she’s in front of her mom’s door, she lets out a shuddering breath, looking back to make sure there was no other presence but her own. Her heartbeat slows when her eyes find nothing.

Careful not to wake her mom, Sam climbs into the fluffy bed, the sheets warm and welcoming. As she drifts off, she hears his voice like a whisper in the wind,

 “Night Sammy.”

[lunatens]

soulmates: joshua

word count: 2500

part: 4/4

genre: fluff, slight angst

pairing: joshua x gender neutral reader, some junhao on the side

summary: your soulmate’s name is covered by a scar—leaving only a mysterious “j” for you to decipher. 

sorry it took me a BILLION YEARS to finish this, to be honest i wasn’t really sure where i wanted to go with it and then school and everything. i’m not really happy with how it turned out, but i really needed to just finish it! if i feel like it i might write a lil fluffy epilogue some times if people want that! anyways, hope you like it <3

~

christmas music echoes over the frozen river, and you hum along to the merry tunes as you lace up your skates. your friend group decided to have a fun day doing lots of winter-y activities--there was finally a snowfall the other night, just in time for christmas. cue a day full of sledding, shopping, decorating trees, and building snowmen (although seungkwan mostly just ran around trying to start snowball fights; needless to say, he was successful and an all out war did in fact take place in jeonghan’s yard). you’re joined by minghao and jun of course, as well as joshua, jeonghan, jeonghan’s soulmate, vernon, seokmin and seungkwan. in the past couple months , you’ve taken to talking to joshua more--you find you actually get along really well and you have a lot in common. minghao and jun have definitely noticed joshua’s name coming up in conversation more often, prompting them to tease you lightly—however they stop once you mention you only want to be friends with him until his birthday so you won’t be heartbroken again. in your head, joshua is just a close friend of yours who happens to be really cute and funny and kind to you, nothing more than a just a friend (you try really hard to tell yourself that but it doesn’t always work, especially in moments such as when he does that cute thing where he sticks his tongue out just a little bit and your heart flutters every time).

vernon, seokmin and seungkwan are the first on the ice, chasing each other around in some game of tag. minghao rolls his eyes at them, then tugs a shaky jun out onto the river, followed by jeonghan and his soulmate not too long after. it’s just after sunset, and the twilight sky is peppered with twinkling stars that mirror the christmas lights lining the path to the frozen river. several families and couples glide along the ice, travelling at various paces. you stifle a laugh as you see a young boy trip over his own skates; he gets up quickly and rushes to catch up with his friends. the winter air is cold, but you’ve dressed warmly. you sit there for a second, caught up in your own thoughts as you watch your friends enjoy themselves in the jolly atmosphere.

“um..y/n...” a voice mumbles from your side. you snap out of your daydreams and turn to face a blushing joshua. “can you help me tie my skates? I...I've never been skating before,” he says sheepily. you can’t help but smile at how cute he looks, all embarrassed and shy. “of course,” you reply, bending down to tie the laces. you make sure to pull them tight, peering up at him. 

“good?”

he nods, standing up and immediately losing balance. his arms wave around in circles as he tries to stop himself from falling over. he grabs onto you for balance, then gives you an apologetic look. you giggle at him, then loop your arm through his.

“come on, i’ll teach you,” you say, guiding him towards the river. Joshua takes one step onto the ice and immediately falls backwards, taking you down with him. you can’t help but burst into laughter, and you hear him join in from beside you. vernon's face appears above you with a questioning look on his face. 

“y/n, I thought you said you could skate?” he says mockingly. before you can reply vernon gasps and skates away quickly. you help joshua up as seokmin and seungkwan race by, making a beeline for vernon. when they reach him at the other side of the river, they tackle him into the snowbank, limbs flying everywhere.

“such dorks,” you comment. “okay, let’s try again--this time without falling. we’ll start out slow, so you can get a feel for the rhythm, okay?”

“okay,” joshua nods, biting his lip in determination. 

you start out slow, joshua practically just walking on the ice, but slowly he picks it up and you start gliding along at a faster pace. he clings to your arm the entire time though, and you try not to think about it too much-- he’s just a friend, after all, and you’re simply helping him learn to skate.

minghao and jun whizz by, minghao turning and flashing you a wink and a heart as he skates backwards. you send him a death glare and he smiles innocently at you before jun pulls him back around. 

~ 

after a while of skating laps and talking with Joshua, jeonghan waves you over to the river bank. “race you!” Joshua challenges then takes off, zooming across the ice and dodging other skaters expertly. you stand there frozen as the ice beneath you, confused. you make your way over to the area where everyone is sitting rosy cheeked and happily talking while they tug off their skates.

“i thought you said you don't know how to skate,” you question Joshua, narrowing your eyes at him. everyone else falls silent and turns their heads towards the two of you in shock, then go back to their own business (although you definitely saw that smirk on jeonghan’s face). joshua simply shrugs.

“i’m a fast learner, i guess. i had a good teacher,”

“ohh, okay then,” you say, although the butterflies in your stomach see right through his lies. you mentally squash them, trying desparately as ever to not get your hopes up. joshua's birthday is in a week, so you’ll know soon enough--you just have to last until then.

“how does some hot chocolate and a movie at my place sound?” jeonghan asks, and everyone agrees enthusiastically. the rest of the night goes smoothly, and you try not to notice the way joshua's hand brushed yours when he passes you the mini marshmallows for your drink, or when he chooses to sit next to you on the couch, or when there is conveniently only one blanket left for the two of you to share. 

~

you don’t see joshua, or any of your friends (besides minghao and jun once when they brought you some cookies that they made together) for the next week--everyone is busy spending time with their families for the holidays. you wake up on december 29th wishing you could fast forward to midnight--going through this day is going to be agonizing, although you’re sure joshua feels more anxious than you do. deep down, you feel like you’ve always had a connection to him from the moment you first saw him at jeonghan’s months ago. you don’t want to let that get your hopes up, though, so you convince yourself there’s no way your name will appear on joshua's skin tonight. 

you take a hot shower to clear your head, then begin picking out your outfit for the little get together at joshua's later. you’ve never been to his house; usually events are held at jeonghan’s. joshua insisted everyone dress in ugly christmas sweaters, so you dig through to find the one you think you have from jun’s christmas party last year. you tug the scratchy material over your head, internally groaning and wishing joshua hadn’t asked for something so unflattering.

~

after spending the whole day anxiously waiting and getting yourself ready, it’s finally time to head to josh’s. you send him a quick text to let him know you’re heading out, adjust yourself in the bathroom mirror, and walk out to your car with feigned confidence. you swing by to pick up jun and minghao, then follow jun’s directions to joshua's. 

arriving at his house, you knock cautiously on the door. a woman opens it, and she welcomes you inside. she takes your jackets to hang them up in the closet as you introduce yourselves.

“ahh, y/n! josh has told me quite a lot about you. it’s nice to finally meet you,” she says warmly. your cheeks flush pink, and joshua comes racing down the stairs, giving his mom a stern look. 

“okay, i’ll get back to the kitchen,” she says, raising her hands defensively. “just call me if you need anything!” she calls over her shoulder.

“your mom is so sweet,” you comment.

“yeah, she’s pretty great. the others are already here, we’re up in my room watching a movie--we were waiting for you guys to come so we could play some games or something.”

the three of you follow joshua upstairs, and your heart melts at all of the childhood pictures of him adorning the walls. minghao and jun walk past you as you pause to look at a particularly cute picture of a very young Joshua clinging to a puppy.

“that’s my old dog, she was really great,”

you start at Joshua's voice beside you; you hadn’t noticed his approach. 

“she’s really cute,” you say, smiling warmly. Joshua returns the smile.

“yeah, she was. speaking of cute, I love your sweater--what are those, polar bears?” he teases, gesturing to the fuzzy white shapes on your sweater.

“i think they’re trying to be polar bears,” you say with a giggle, looking down to examine your own sweater. 

“well, either way, they’re cute. lets go join the others,” Joshua says and guides you to his room. everyone excitedly says hi from the various places they’re sprawled about--Joshua's room is definitely cozy with the amount of people in it. Joshua turns off the tv and pulls out a stack of board games; everyone scrambles in attempt to form a circle (although seungkwan refuses to move from his position on the floor, so it’s a pretty lopsided circle). 

~

the next couple of hours are spent playing a variety of card games and board games. the room is filled with laughter and the occasional bickering about rules. halfway through a very intense game of uno, there’s a soft knock on the door. it slowly swings open as Joshua's mom peeks in.

“it’s 2 minutes to midnight, so I've got cake downstairs for whenever you’re ready,” she says before closing the door. the room falls dead silent as all eyes turn to Joshua, who’s suddenly pale as a ghost. everyone was so caught up in the games no one had realized it was so close to midnight; you’re surprised even you didn’t notice, since you were so nervous earlier. all of those nerves come flooding back, and you feel your palms grow sweaty and your throat go dry. 

“i guess...we’ll stay here until midnight and then head down for cake,” Joshua says, looking down at his uno cards. everyone silently nods, the room filled with tension and suspense. people glance between you and Joshua; by now, pretty much all your friends have noticed how close you and Joshua have gotten, and you know everyone’s thinking the same thing. you see Joshua grasp jeonghan’s hand from where they’re sitting on the bed, and he licks his lips nervously. minghao and jun lean onto you, and you’re grateful for their silent support. everyone’s eyes are glued to the clock radio beside Joshua's bed, and it’s perhaps the longest minute of your life. with jeonghan, although you were hopeful, you were fairly certain going in that he wasn’t your soulmate. with joshua, however, you didn’t feel that doubt in your heart, although your head tells you he’s not the one; the heartbreak this time would be so much worse.

the numbers on the clock change, and everyones gaze flicks to joshua, who’s pulled down the collar of his sweater to expose his collarbone. slowly, an elegant black font begins to etch itself on his skin. you feel hot tears fill your eyes, and your hands go to your mouth to stifle a sob as you’re flooded with relief and happiness and excitement upon reading your own name scrawled on his skin. the room erupts in congratulatory cheering, and you feel your friends’ arms around you. Vernon directs everyone downstairs to let you and joshua have a moment together. you barely notice everyone leaving; your eyes are locked on Joshua's, your grin mirroring his. you hear the door close and rush to wrap your arms around him. he stands up to catch you in a tight embrace, your arms wrapped snug around him. your head spins in exhilaration, and you pull back a little (keeping your arms looped around his neck, however) so you can see his face. he moves a hand from your waist up to your face to wipe away your tears of joy.

“i--i can’t believe it,” you say, trying to contain your giddiness.

“i can,” joshua says, his thumb softly caressing your cheek. “since the moment i first met you, i feel like i knew. watching you date jeonghan was the hardest thing I've ever had to do; not just because you were with someone else, but because i knew you’d have to go through the heartbreak. didn’t you feel our connection from the beginning, y/n?”

“honestly, i did, but i was just so ahead of myself and caught up on the first cute boy i met with a name starting with j, so i just brushed it off. i’m sorry i put you through that, shua,” you say, cursing your past self. joshua smiles and blushes at the nickname, then hugs you tighter to reassure you.

“no, don’t apologize! it doesn’t matter now; we’re here, and we have each other, and the rest of our lives together,” he says with a wide smile, picking you up and twirling you around. you let out a loud laugh as you spin, wrapping your legs around Joshua for support. he backs up to sit on his bed with you on his lap, the two of you breathless as you take in each other’s faces. you’ve never had the chance to be so close to joshua before, but now, with your face hovering mere centemetres above his, you take your time to cherish all of the details; from his dark eyelashes to his rosy cheeks and finally his pink lips. you can’t hold yourself back any longer, and you lean in to connect your lips with his.

you’d kissed jeonghan lots of times, and while it was nice, it was nothing compared to your first kiss with joshua. as cheesy as it sounds, magical is the only word you can really use to describe it. for the two of you, the universe has finally aligned, and everything feels at peace. eventually, joshua pulls away just enough to be able to mumble softly to you, your foreheads still pressed together.

“we should probably head down, everyone’s waiting,” he says, and you can hear how much he doesn’t want to leave in his voice.

“screw everyone else, they can wait,” you say, and you press another kiss to Joshua's lips. he smiles into the kiss and somehow manages to pull you even closer to him. you decide you’ll never grow tired of kissing joshua, and you can’t wait to spend the rest of your life at his side.

[missdelphinilestrange]

If Bellatrix Had Lived, But Voldemort Still Lost (AU) (Part 1) (Continues through to Part 3) (Changing POV fir Part 1)

Here, Bellatrix is raising a sixteen year old Delphini, and she’s just like Bellatrix as a teenager: stubborn, rebellious, loud, plays quidditch, and often gets in trouble. But only at home. At school, she’s quiet, as to keep her identity.

“DELPHINI!” Called a loud voice from the kitchen.

“Crap!” Delphi mutterd under her breath. She was definitely gonna get it for this one. I really shouldn’t have thrown that dagger at my wall again. “Yes, Mom?”

Bellatrix slowly walked into the living room. Her small high heels clicked on the wooden floor, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Would you care to explain this?” Delphi looked at the porcelain parchment she was holding. Crap, she thought. It was a letter from Headmistress McGonagall. She was even more worried that she didn’t know what it was about.

“Mom, I know that I do a lot of things that get me in trouble, but I genuinely don’t know what this is for.”

Bellatrix eyed her daughter, tilting her head to the side like a curious animal. She figured she would have been told of this already. Since she had to inform her, it would now be much more difficult to talk about this. “McGonagall wanted to let you know...” She paused, and sighed. Although Delphi was a lot of trouble all the time, she still loved her a lot. She was worried for her. “Honey?”

“Yeah Mom? Is everything okay?” Delphini was worried. Her mother wasn’t usually so hesitant when she spoke. Bellatrix smiled sadly. She looked close to tears. Delphi got up from the leather couch, walking quickly to her mother. As she wrapped her arms around her mother, she felt a strong but gentle arm wrap around her waist, and a soft hand gently smooth her curly hair. “Momma are you okay?” She whispered.

“I’m okay, I just...” She sighed again, trying to collect herself as to not cry. “This year, there’s going to be a Tri-Wizard tournament. The participating schools are Hogwarts, Beauxbattons, and Illvermorny. The Headmistress’ and Headmaster have decided to handpick the students that will compete.”

“What’s so bad about that, Mom?” Delphi asked, curiously.

“Honey...” She sighed, trying not to cry, as she was terrified for the fate of her daughter. “McGonagall has chosen you.”

Dead silence filled the room.

If Bellatrix Had Lived, But Voldemort Still Lost (AU) (Part 2)

Here, Delphini goes from Platform 9 3/4, to the train, pondering what to do.

As I left the train station and ran to the platform, (alone as usual,) I felt lost. I felt like I had lost my snappy and sarcastic personality, and felt only fear, like a criminal on the run. As I boarded the train, and found my empty compartment, I sat down and tried to calm myself. I couldn’t be the Hogwarts Champion! I just couldn’t! What if I died, huh? What would my mum do? What... what would I do?

I felt a lump in my throat. I’m alone, aren’t I? It’s okay to cry here. Then I can let it all out before I get to school. I can’t cry there. Not now. Not ever. I can’t let anyone see my weak spot, because then I’ll have everyone’s attention. You already do, you dolt I thought to myself out loud. You have everyone’s attention because you’re the bloody champion of the whole bloody school. I don’t want to go through with this, but it’s already far too late. For the first time in years, I allowed myself to openly cry, not even trying to stop. Then I slowly drifted to sleep from the exhaustion of attempting to breathe in between my sobs. Whether I drifted to sleep, or blacked out, I’m not quite sure, but at least for now I can be in a state of mind far away from my problems.

If Bellatrix Had Lived, But Voldemort Still Lost (AU) (Part 3)

Here, Delphi goes from the train, to Hogwarts. Then, it’s the next day, and the Triwizard Tournament is discussed. Lots of drama and secrets unfold.

I woke up to a bright light shining on my face. As I sat up, I rubbed my eyes to get rid of any leftover tears. As my eyes adjusted to the bright light, I was able to make out a very huge figure; Hagrid.

“Ya fell asleep, and ya didn’ notice all the kids gettin’ of o’ the train. I wanted ter wake ya up so you didn’ miss yer carriage.”

“Thank you, Hagrid.”

“Well o’ course! I can’t let the ‘ogwarts champion be left on the train, now can I?”

Oh, god. He already knows. I bet all the teachers know, then.

“No, I guess not. Well thank you Hagrid.”

“Well o’ course! Now don’ be late!”

(Flash foreword to the next night, in the Great Hall.)

I had, (once again,) fallen asleep right before I needed to be in the Great Hall. I pushed the huge wooden doors open, and released a breath that I didn’t know I was holding, when I noticed that no one stared at me. I sat down just in time too, because moments after I took my seat, McGonagall stood up and announced the rules of the Triwizard Tournament. Then, she announced that all three schools had decided to hand pick the school champion. People broke out in gasps and angry whispers. They were then all silenced by Headmistress herself. Then, she said the name of the Hogwarts Triwizard Champion.

Delphini Black.

The room went from dead silence, to worried whispers. Whispers like “Who’s that?” and “She sounds evil. Not many from that family are good people.” It stung. It stung hard. It took all I could to not break down right there. Each schools called up their champion. Illvermorny called up Joshua Holland, a scraggly medium-height seventeen year old boy with shaggy dirty blonde hair. All three schools clapped their hands as he walked to the stage. He looked like he was nice, but competitive, so he might be difficult to win against. Beauxbattons called up Grace Evergreen, a short seventeen year old girl with long straight brown hair. All three schools clapped their hands as she walked to the stage. She looked kinda mean, but easy to take down. And then me. Delphini Black. A tall, gothic looking girl with long luscious black curls. Nobody clapped. They just gasped, and whispered among themselves. I stood up and walked up to the stage, making sure to keep my head down.

When I was on the stage, I watched as some Gryffindor kid, (probably a seventh year,) raised his hand with a confused expression. McGonagall pointed at him, indicating his allowance to speak.

“Umm, just a question, for uh... Delphi... why do you look a lot like Bellatrix Lestrange? Are you related to her or something?”

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. I could tell, without needing a mirror, that my cheeks were bright red.

“I... I don’t really know how to answer that,” I said meekly.

“Yeah, she’s Bellatrix’s daughter,” is what I heard loud and clear from the Hufflepuff table. Teddy. My first cousin once removed. Ugh.

“Yeah, thanks for your helpfulness, Teddy,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. He was the only one that knew, and that’s just because Andromeda Tonks told him.

“No problem, cousin.”

I crossed my arms. I looked down, trying to ignore the burning in my eyes. I was not gonna cry. Not here. Not now. Especially not on a stage in front of three schools.

I heard a yell from the Gryffindor table. Three boys, saying, “Death Eater spawn!” and “You’re just as evil as her!”

I saw Victorie Weasley in the front of the Gryffindor table glare at me, and loudly say, “I bet you’ll be just like her. An evil Death Eater. And I bet Molly will kill you off too, just like your precious mother. Your existence is pathetic!”

That was the last straw. I bolted off the stage before McGonagall or the other teachers could stop me. I ran to the door, opened it, whipped around and screamed, “This is why I’m so quiet all the time! Because I knew that if I told anyone my parentage, everyone would turn on me and I’d get bullied! I didn’t chose who my mother is! But I love and respect her anyway! I didn’t chose for me to be picked as Champion of Hogwarts! But I’m trying anyway! Hell, I’ve been having panic attacks and mental breakdowns because of the thought of it for two damn weeks! And I didn’t chose to be attacked by all of you like this, just because Bellatrix is my mother! I just want to go home! If you don’t want me here, I won’t be! I’ll leave if I have to, and you can all chose a Champion that you want! And you know what, Victorie, my mother is alive! She fine and well, thank you! And I will be too, after I stop be reprimanded for merely existing! I’m sorry that I’m ruining your perfect lives, by existing! And keep in mind, it’s fucking hard to not have a perfect family! It’s fucking hard for my father to be in Azkaban, and for my long-deceased step father to be Voldemort! But it’s okay, because no one gives a shit about me anyway! Not until I’m the Hogwarts Champion, and then, suddenly, everyone deserves to know everything about me and point out all of my flaws! Well I’ll tell you what, I may not be perfect, but at least my mother taught me how to show people some damn respect!” I then stormed out, slamming the door behind me.

[terri-does-gods-work]

Three, Two, One

[This is a tyrus oneshot based loosely on whatever information @joshua-rush has given us on 3x21]

Word count: 2190

“Andi, the streamers are amazing as they are. Relax for a bit,” shouted Bex to Andi, who was precariously standing on Cece’s railing, hanging up decorations for the New Year’s party that night.

“Says you!” Andi shouted back, demounting the railing. “Buffy, Cyrus, TJ, and Kira are coming at 10, and it’s already 9!”

“Wait,” Bex put down her magazine and looked at Andi, “Kira’s coming? I thought you guys hated her,”

“We haven’t invited her but I’m pretty sure she’ll end up coming along with TJ.”

“But I thought TJ liked Cyrus. He’s dating Kira now?”

“Mom, were you listening at all when I told you about the whole Costume Day mess?”

Bex paused for a moment, trying to muster up an excuse, “I guess, with all the wedding emotions it got lost in my brain. Sorry, kid.”

Andi’s face drooped. A wedding would’ve been nice (to say the least) after all their will-they, won’t-they drama. Something to cement it all. But, Bex and Bowie are still Bex and Bowie. Anyway, she had other things to think about. It was T-minus 54 minutes until the guests were to arrive and the house still wasn’t ready. Cece was out doing some last-minute donations she missed out on during Christmas, Andi was decorating the living room, and Bex was currently lifting herself off the couch to get more chips (for herself and the party) with Bowie.

***

T-minus 3 minutes and everything looked, as Andi said, “Just about ready,”

A playful knock came at the door. “It’s Buffy and Cyrus, I’ll get it!” Andi called to her family as she ran to the door.

“Hi, Alex, right?” said Kira, smiling, as she interlocked hands with a deadpanned TJ.

“Uh, it’s Andi, actually,” Andi’s eyebrows furrowed, “come in.”

Kira pranced into the house dragging TJ behind her. TJ could barely manage to get out a faint “Hey, Andi,” before Kira pulled him away and sat him on the couch.

“Can I get you guys anything? Chips and soda?” Andi asked, hesitantly.

“Chips would be great, thanks,” Andi started to walk to the kitchen with her hands stuck to her side, “oh, and Alex?” Andi turned around and sighed, “a diet coke for me and a sprite for TJ,”

“Actually, I’ll just have some water,” muttered TJ, as Kira shot him a glare.

“Got it,” Andi swiveled on her heel and left to the kitchen.

There was another knock at the door. “TJ, its probably Cyrus and Buffy,” Kira’s ears perked up at their names, “can you get it?” Andi called from the kitchen.

TJ began to push himself off the couch, but Kira pushed him back down, “I’ll get it,” said Kira, as she bounced to the door.

“Hey guys!” she greeted.

Buffy shoved past her pulling Cyrus along. Cyrus stopped when he saw TJ. “Buffy, he’s here. With Kira!” he whisper-shouted.

Buffy looked at the two in disgust before replying, “I’m confused, too,”

“He told me he was going to tell Kira to back off!”

Buffy shook her head and followed Cyrus into the kitchen. Neither dared to look at TJ.

“Andi, what is Kira doing here?” interrogated Buffy, her eyes wide,

“I don’t know, she just showed up with TJ. I couldn’t exactly make her leave,”

“Of course, you can. Follow me,” Buffy retorted as she marched into the living room, “Kira, can I talk to you outside?”

Kira frowned suspiciously at Buffy, following her out to the porch.

***

“What are you doing here?” Buffy started, “You’re not friends with any of us,”

“Where TJ goes, I go,” replied Kira.

“Was that TJ’s choice or was it just what you told him?”

“What does it matter?”

“TJ’s a nice guy, Kira. And he can make his own decisions. He doesn’t need some random girl with a terrible attitude to make them for him,”

“Did you just call TJ a ‘nice guy’? Wow, Buffy, you’ve gone soft,”

“Look, Kira, I’m trying to be reasonable but you’re testing my patience. Cyrus is an incredible person and whatever you said to TJ before Costume Day basically destroyed their friendship,”

“Friendship? Just friends? Because it seemed like more than that to me. Is that really what you want for Cyrus?”

The argument falls silent. Buffy’s mouth is slightly agape. “You need to leave. Right now,”

“Fine. But just so you know, TJ’s with me now. Not Cyrus, me,” Kira huffed before walking out of the compound, slamming the gate shut behind her.

***

“What do you think Buffy’s going to tell Kira?” asked Cyrus, intermittently peeking through the kitchen door to check on TJ.

“She’ll probably get rid of her somehow. I wouldn’t question it too much,” Andi trailed off when she noticed Cyrus’ gaze fixed on TJ, who was currently sitting on the couch fiddling with his phone case, “why don’t you go talk to him?” she questioned.

“And say what? We haven’t spoken since he apologised for the costume, and I don’t know how to talk to him after what he told Buffy and me,”

“About that, what happened? You guys never told me,”

“It isn’t really our story to tell. He’ll tell you when he’s ready. But since he said that, I figured he’d break up with Kira. He even told me he would, but I guess Kira’s still got him wrapped around her finger,”

“I’m sure he has a good reason. I didn’t like TJ for a long time, but I’ve seen the way he acts around you. Something lights up in him, Cy. He makes you happy, and I think you make him happy, too,”

“You really think so?”

“I do,”

Andi was interrupted by Buffy storming back into the house. She sat down next to TJ, silent.

“From the lack of blood on your clothes, I take it you didn’t kill Kira?” TJ remarked.

“I was close, but no. She did leave, though,”

TJ breathed a sigh of relief, prompting Buffy to urge him to talk to Cyrus, “I know you like him,” she gestured towards the kitchen, where Cyrus and Andi were still peering at the other boy, “you should talk to him,”

“You’re right, Driscoll. For once, I actually mean it,” TJ stood up halfway but sat back down, “But I have no idea what to say,”

“Just say ‘hi’ and see what happens. You two have never had trouble finding things to talk about before,”

“Yeah, turns out, we’re a lot alike,”

TJ nodded and stood up all the way. He took a deep breath and made his way to the kitchen. Andi smirked and speed walked into the living room to sit next to Buffy.

***

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” TJ asked, twiddling his thumbs, barely looking at Cyrus.

“I was actually just about to ask you the same thing,” Cyrus replied, “Let’s go to Andi Shack. It’s more private than—” he looked over at Buffy and Andi, who were staring intently at the two boys, “here,”

Cyrus led TJ to the backyard and into Andi Shack. “Isn’t Andi going to kill you for being here without her permission?” TJ asked as he fumbled in the dark for a light switch.

“Not necessarily,” TJ looked up in confusion, “It depends on how this conversation goes,”

“I see,”

After carefully moving pieces of art and art materials, the two sat down on a tattered bench covered in old paint.

“So, Kira, huh?” Cyrus started.

“I know what I said, Cy, but, it’s just—”

“Complicated, I got it,” he paused, “What you told me the other day, you were being serious?”

“Of course, I was. I’d never joke about that,”

Cyrus smiled at TJ, but TJ’s face was still full of worry.

“What is it?” asked Cyrus.

TJ stared at Cyrus blankly for a few moments, “I think you’re really great, Cyrus,” his eyes shifted down to the floor, “and I,” TJ gulped.

“TJ it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything you’re not ready to say. My parents say that’s almost as bad as bottling—”

“Can I kiss you at midnight?” TJ interrupted, causing Cyrus to go pale, his eyes wider than an owl’s.

“Can you—” Cyrus trailed off, unable to speak.

“Never mind, it was a dumb question. You probably don’t want to, anyway. I guess this conversation didn’t go as well as Andi had hoped and we’re probably dead meat,”

“Teej,” Cyrus called, as he noticed TJ getting up to leave, “you can,”

“I can?” TJ said, turning around to face Cyrus, subconscious smiles creeping onto their faces.

Cyrus simply nodded and stood up to hold the other boy’s hand, “It’s getting cold. We should go back inside,”

They switched off the light and went back into the house.

***

“Bex, Bowie! There’s less than an hour left, set the food out in the living room!” shouted Cece from the kitchen.

“Coming, I’m coming,” Bowie pulled her up off the couch and gently pushed her towards the kitchen, following not far behind.

“I think Cyrus and TJ made up,” Bex told Bowie, eyeing the boys as they entered the house.

“Why do you invest yourself in the lives of thirteen-year-olds, Rebecca?” questioned Cece, handing each one a tray stacked with sandwiches and cake.

“When were TJ and Cyrus fighting?” asked Bowie, walking out of the kitchen with his trays as well as Bex’s.

“I’m sure Andi will be glad to know I pay more attention to her rambling than her own father,” she replied, cheekily, taking the trays from Bowie and setting them down on the coffee table.

The kids immediately took notice of the food and stampeded towards the table. An assortment of compliments towards Cece’s were spoken by food-filled mouths.

***

With less than 2 minutes till the end of the year and a room full of satisfied stomachs and neighbourhood friendly music, the seven of them stood around the living room. Bowie and Bex were already standing in the corner, ready for midnight. Andi and Buffy were sitting on one side of the couch, somehow still eating the remaining chips, as they waited for the countdown. Cece was just trying not to fall asleep but gave in and went upstairs after reminding the kids (including Bex and Bowie) to clean up whatever mess they make. Cyrus was sitting next to Buffy, and TJ was sitting next to Cyrus.

The kids’ conversation was a long, muffled noise to the outside listener, but as the clock neared twelve, the chaos turned into a countdown.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four,” Cyrus and TJ turned towards each other, barely three inches apart. The rest of the room faded to a big blur. It was just the two of them and there was no going back now.

“Three, two, one.”

As the rest cheered, “Happy New Year!” TJ had his hands gripped around Cyrus’ waist, and Cyrus’ hands were entangled in the other boy’s hair. Their eyes were closed tight, lips together, indifferent to the world.

The boys pulled away at the same time, when they realised the cheering had stopped. They opened their eyes to four people staring at them in disbelief.

“They really made up, huh?” added Bowie, breaking the silence. The rest chuckled as the new year began.

***

The next morning, the four kids went to The Spoon to meet up with Jonah.

“I apparently missed a lot,” Jonah stated, watching Cyrus and TJ walk in, hand in hand.

“Not much,” Cyrus chuckled and turned to TJ, who was trying to refrain from smiling.

“Baby taters?” Amber asked, approaching the table, “and happy new year, by the way!”

“Firstly, is that even a question, and secondly, you too, Ambs,” Andi blushed.

“So, that’s baby taters and,” her expression turned grim, “TJ, Kira came by earlier asking for—”

“Hey, Kippen, you got a second?” It was Kira. Again.

TJ stood up, “Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of them,” Amber slowly backed away.

“Okay,” Kira looked around the table, “fine. I’m sorry. What I did to you was vindictive and, if I’m being honest, I mostly did it to get back at Buffy,” she mouths ‘sorry’ to Buffy, “It was wrong. I saw TJ and thought I had a chance but then Cyrus came along, and I figured, ‘why not?’”

“You still made two people feel badly about themselves just for being who they were,” retorted Buffy.

“Sometimes there’s a nice person trying to get out. I guess I still haven’t figured out how to do that. My parents told my neighbours what I told Buffy. I didn’t realise how much that would hurt someone. I’m sorry.” She walked out of the diner without a second glance.

“Well, at least she knows how to apologise unlike some of us,” Buffy joked.

“Hey!” TJ responded, “I can say—"

“Teej,” Cyrus gestured at his hands under the table. He put up three fingers, then two, then one, and gave TJ a quick kiss on the lips before changing the conversation, “So, Andi. Amber, huh?”

[lamptracker]

Scavenger Hunt (hastily thrown-together fic)

The warning’s there in the title, kids. This is a two-days-late birthday present for @the-quackson-claxon so I can’t guarantee it’ll be any good BUT here it is anyway.

FIC: Scavenger Hunt

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield/Female Reader

Summary: For your birthday, Harrison sets up a scavenger hunt; with Tom’s help, you revisit the most memorable spots from all of your relationship’s important milestones.

And happy belated birthday, Kyli!!

**

You blink slowly as your eyes adjust to the morning light. You’re still tired, not quite ready to be awake, but today is your birthday and you’re excited.

You roll over to wake up your boyfriend, Harrison… but he’s not in bed. Instead, an envelope is resting atop his pillow. Curiously, you open it:

Happy birthday, darling! The handwritten note inside reads. Thought I’d send you on a little scavenger hunt for your birthday today. Go take a shower real quick; your first clue will be hanging on the outfit I’ve picked out for you today. See you soon! Love, Harrison <3

Laughing, you head into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Once you’re out and dried off, you go to your closet, looking for the outfit Harrison has thrown together for you. You sigh with relief when you see it’s a simple flowered sundress and strappy sandals. You take off the envelope hanging from the hanger and read your first clue:

Clue number one - I hope you find this bitchin’

You won’t miss it - it’s in the middle of the kitchen :)

You crack up laughing again as you quickly get dressed, brush your hair, and do your makeup (just a fast, simple look for today). You tiptoe into the kitchen, where you’re greeted by a curious sight:

There, in the middle of the kitchen, is a giant cake. It’s not a real cake - probably cardboard or something, covered in construction paper.

“Harrison, if you’re in there, this was the worst scavenger hunt ever,” you say.

Just then, the top of the cake rips open…and out jumps Harrison’s best friend, Tom Holland.

“Happy birthday, (y/n)!” Tom exclaims; you burst into giggles yet again. “I’m going to read you your second clue, ready?”

“I guess,” you say, between laughs.

Tom dramatically clears his throat before reading out the second clue: “Clue number two, hope this is okay. Tom is going to drive you around today. Wait, I am? Oh, okay, yeah. Um… anyway: I hope this isn’t getting old yet, but tell him to take you to the place we first met.”

You smile to yourself as you recall the very first time you and Harrison met.

“Tom,” you say, “take me to the grocery store, would you?”

Tom scrunches up his nose. “The grocery store?”

“He didn’t tell you about that? It’s how we first met. I was trying a new recipe and needed a can of chickpeas, there was one can left and they were on the bottom shelf. He was in the same aisle, went for the same can of chickpeas. We bumped foreheads when we went for it, he felt so terrible he let me have the chickpeas. But I didn’t want him to leave empty-handed, so…”

“...you gave him your number. Yeah, I remember now. That’s bloody adorable, really.” Tom offers you his arm. “Shall we?”

“We shall.” You loop your arm through his and he guides you to the car; you buckle your belt and he starts driving.

“So,” Tom says as he drives you to the store, “how old are you, anyway?”

“Tom, didn’t your mother ever teach you the three things you never ask a lady?”

Tom sighs. “Her age, her weight, and whether or not she’s pregnant.”

“Exactly.”

“But you’re not a lady, you’re (y/n).”

“Just drive, ya div.”

Tom chuckles as he pulls into a parking space at the store. The two of you get out and head straight for the canned goods aisle. On the bottom shelf: Exactly one can of chickpeas.

“How much you wanna bet he bought every can of chickpeas on the shelf just to make this happen?” Tom asks.

“I’d be making a lot of hummus then.” You pick up the lone can and turn it over, finding your third clue taped to the bottom:

Clue number three, now you mustn’t be late

Is located where we had our first date.

(PS: Tell Tom i did not buy all the chickpeas)

“He says he didn’t buy all the chickpeas,” you say, “and now you’re taking me to Subway.”

“You had your first date at Subway?” Tom asks incredulously.

“He’d made reservations at that cute little Italian place on 83rd,” you explain as you walk back to Tom’s car. “But when we got there, the health department had shut it down.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember that. E.Coli outbreak, was it?”

“Something like that. Anyway, all the nice places were booked, so… we went to Subway. That one just up the street from where that Italian place used to be.”

“Used to be? They never opened back up?”

“Oh, no, they did. But a week after that there was a fire, so much damage they had to condemn it.”

“Grease fire?”

“Angry cook mad he didn’t paid while they were shut down.”

Tom shakes his head. “Yikes.”

The drive to Subway is a little longer than the one to the grocery store, so Tom puts on his favorite “Nothing but 90s” playlist and the two of you sing along, loudly and off-key.

Once you get to Subway, you walk in; the manager is waiting by the door with a takeout box full of cookies - raspberry cheesecake, your favorite.

“You must be (y/n),” they say, handing you the box. “Happy birthday! These have already been paid for, plus there’s a note on the bottom for you?”

“Thank you,” you reply, carefully detaching the note as you hand the box to Tom.

Clue number four - I hope you don’t miss

Go to the spot where we had our first kiss

(PS: Tom can have a cookie if he wants one, he’ll whine if you don’t share)

“I will not,” Tom says, in a voice that comes very close to whining.

Laughing, you open the lid of the box; Tom takes a cookie.

“Let me guess,” he mumbles between bites of cookie, “your first kiss was someplace really stupid, wasn’t it?”

You shake your head. “I…” but you sigh. “Okay, fine. It was in front of Gamestop.”

“Do I even want to know?”

“Probably not, but I’m going to tell you anyway.” You giggle as you take a bite of a cookie. “His Xbox controller broke, Monty might have been involved. So we went to buy a new one; as we were walking out my mom called and said my aunt was coming for a visit. I hadn’t seen her in probably two years. I was so excited I hugged him and then I just… kissed him. Right there, on the sidewalk, in front of Gamestop. He did that thing, you know, where he just kind of froze. And as I was vomiting out an apology he grabbed my face and kissed me again.”

Tom nods as he drives toward Gamestop. “Again, adorable. And not nearly as stupid as I thought.”

You just roll your eyes, singing along to the 90s playlist once more.

Once at Gamestop, you quickly dash inside to where the Xbox controllers are; sure enough, you find a note taped to one.

“Can’t wait for this one,” Tom scoffs.

You shoot Tom the nastiest glare you can muster; if looks could kill, he’d be six feet under.

“I’m just saying!” Tom throws his hands up in self-defense. “His rhymes could use a little work, I mean…”

“I think they’re sweet.” You untape the note and read it aloud:

Your next-to-last clue is here, I hope they’re not turds

You’ll be going to the first place I said those three little words

(PS: I’m sure Tom is making fun of my poetry skills; tell him to bugger off)

Tom’s eyes grow wide. “How did he…”

“Either he just knows you really well or you’re that predictable.”

Tom just shakes his head. “So what weird place am I taking you to this time?”

“It’s not weird, it’s… unconventional. And you’re taking me to the emergency department at the hospital.”

Tom blinks rapidly for a moment. “Okay, I’m definitely sure I don’t want to know.” He waits for you to climb into the car and buckle your seat belt before driving off yet again.

You giggle a little as you pull two more cookies out of the box from Subway, offering one to Tom (who willingly accepts it). “I’d sprained my ankle - it was really stupid how it happened, I was carrying laundry down the steps to take to the laundromat and I missed a step. Harrison was at a fitting for Joshua Kane but he ran out of it just to take me to the hospital. As we were leaving and he was helping me into the car I thanked him and said something like, ‘Oh, you didn’t have to drop what you were doing just for me.’ He looked me in the eye, smiled, and said: ‘Why wouldn’t I? I mean, I love you.’” You tear up a little at the memory. “And oh my God, Tom, it was like time stopped. But in the best possible way.”

Tom looks over at you, smiling warmly. “I remember that night. He came back to our apartment absolutely on cloud nine. I asked him what happened and he said, ‘Well, (y/n) sprained her ankle and I told her I loved her.’ I was trying to come up with some witty comeback when then he goes, ‘Don’t worry, she loves me too.’ He literally did not stop smiling all night. I think that - oh, we’re here.”

You’re about to ask Tom exactly what he meant by “I think that” when you spot an envelope sticking out of the flowers surrounding the water fountain in front of the emergency department. Wasting no time, you rip it open and read the final note:

Well love, if Tom was making fun of my poetry skills he has a right to

I’m sick of writing these, but i’ll never be sick of you.

This is the last clue (so I guess we both win)

Head to the place where I asked you to move in.

“Oh, even I know this one,” Tom says. “The park, right?”

You nod. “Right there by the pond, yeah. He had this big speech all planned out, but by the time he got around to it he was so nervous he just blurted it out.”

“Sounds about right. He was so scared that I was going to be upset that he was moving out. But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. I like you, and I like you and Harrison together. He’s been so much happier since you came along, and since he’s my best friend I want him to be that happy all the time. Did he ever tell you I’m the one that found your apartment?”

You laugh. “That explains why we live within walking distance of you and Harry, I guess.”

“Well, I can’t have him too far away.” Tom pulls the car into a parking space, quickly texting someone after he turns the engine off. “Here we are. Harrison says this is where I leave you. So… happy birthday. I’ll have a real present for you later today.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Tom.” You lean over and give him a hug.

“It’s no problem, really.” Tom gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Enjoy the rest of your day.”

You climb out of the car, cookies in hand, and head to the little gazebo near the pond. You gasp when you’re finally close enough to see it:

Harrison is waiting there for you, sitting at a little picnic table. He’s prepared a picnic lunch for the two of you; the table has a red-and-white checkered cloth on it and a few votive candles lit.

“Happy birthday, darling,” Harrison says softly as you approach him. “I see you’ve brought dessert. There are some left for me, right?”

You giggle. “I only gave Tom two, plus I only had a couple, so… what’s all this?”

“Just wanted to do something special for your birthday. Make it really unforgettable.”

“So far so good.”

Harrison had made sure to pack all of your favorites for lunch; the two of you chat and eat. You’ve been together for nearly two years, and yet you still never run out of things to talk about. He hands you a few presents to open - a book you’ve been eyeing, a gift card to your favorite store, a new case for your phone. “The big present is for later, if you catch my drift,” he says, winking; you burst into laughter.

“Harrison,” you say, “this has been just a really fun day.”

“I’m glad.” He reaches across the table for your hand, squeezing it gently. “Sorry you had to spend part of it with Tom, though.”

You shake your head. “Nah, he was alright. But thank you, this has been a wonderful birthday.”

Harrison raises an eyebrow. “What, you thought that was all of it? I’ve got one more surprise for you.”

“You said that was later, if I caught your drift. Which I always do.”

Harrison chuckles softly. “Okay, two surprises. The first one you figured out. This one…” He suddenly stands up, walks around to your side of the picnic table, and drops to one knee.

“Haz, what…” you gasp, covering your mouth with one hand; he takes your free hand in both of his.

“Is this cliche, to do this on your birthday? Doesn’t much matter, I’m doing it anyway.” He clears his throat for a moment before continuing. “I love you. I love you so much there aren’t enough words for me to properly describe how much. You’re funny, and sweet, and way smarter than I’ll ever be. I want to spend all of your birthdays, and every day, with you for the rest of our lives. So… what do you say? Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” you exclaim, not even hesitating for a moment.

Harrison laughs loudly. “I haven’t even gotten the ring out yet!”

“Well, it’s not my fault you have poor planning skills,” you tease.

Harrison pulls the ring box out of his pocket and hands it to you; you open it slowly, admiring the beautiful diamond ring inside.

“Harrison,” you say, voice wavering and eyes wet with tears, “it’s perfect.”

“Put it on.” He’s grinning from ear-to-ear. You silently comply, sliding the ring onto your finger.

“I love it,” you whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling. Happy birthday.” He stands up slowly; he pulls you to your feet and kisses you softly.

“Well,” you say, “I definitely won’t forget this.”

“Oh, I should hope not.” He flashes you that cheeky, slightly lopsided grin you’ve come to cherish as you kiss him again.

So far, this has definitely been the best birthday ever.

[slafkovskys]

OH MY GOD 17 and 28 with Josh Norris please, I need more Joshua in my life thanks boo

17. “bite me.”

28. “make me.”

“look how precious she is!” you squeal as you lift up one of the kittens. “she likes you!”

“well she needs to mind her own business,” josh rebuts, staying close to the door for a quick escape.

“stop being so uptight,” you roll your eyes, “petting a kitten will not kill you.”

“they are mean, y/n!” his eyes get bigger. “did i tell you about the one we had when i was younger? almost took my eye out!”

you roll your eyes, “you had a minor, minor scratch from what your mom has told me. and besides, you probably provoked her. you’re good at that.”

“oh, bite me,” you hear him mumble as you stand up, “are we leaving?”

you shake your head, “there’s still one more room and then we’ll go.”

“i’m not going in!” he says from behind you as you pump some hand sanitizer into your hand. “you can’t make me!”

“you’re right, josh,” you nod your head and turn to face him, “but i can tell all your little hockey friends how you were scared to hold a kitten. i think they’d get a kick out of that, don’t you?”

he glares, “you wouldn’t.”

“try me.”

want one? send me numbers from this list!

[beanfic]

Summertime Sadness - Ch. 3

Word count: 1990

Warnings: Talk of porn, alcohol, underage drug usage and language

Author’s note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! It made me giggle when rereading it! Also, music played a huge role when writing this series so I am going to do song suggestions to listen to while reading the chapter! At the very end of the series I am going to make a huge playlist of all the songs but I don’t want to accidentally spoil anything with a song...if that is even possible. Oh well, enjoy chapter 3 :)

Song suggestion: Red Red Wine by UB40 & LDN by Lily Allen

You flickered your eyes open to see your little sister staring at you. The light in the room immediately killed your head, and you slammed a pillow on top of your face groaning into it.

“I heard you got drunk, and vomited all over Johnny.”

“Yep, that all happened. God my head is fucking killing me.”

“You’re not supposed to say fuck in front of me.”

“You just said it though, Bri.” You peeked underneath your pillow and she was still staring at you.

“Did you have your first kiss? Did you have sex?” she asked eagerly.

“Bri, if I had sex I wouldn’t be home right now.”

“Okay, so no sex. Did you kiss anyone?”

“Sort of,” you rubbed your eyes and sat up. “We played spin the bottle and I had to kiss this really attractive guy, but it was just a peck.”

“There we go! One day you will finally tongue dance with someone, don’t worry.”

“Tongue dancing? That sounds disgusting.” You threw your sheets off of you and started to get up.

“I can’t believe you got drunk though, I want to drink.”

“No. No you don’t. It sucks.” You held your head again as a sharp pain shot through it.

“Mom and Dad are really mad.”

“I know, I’m grounded.”

“Why did you come home then? If I were you I would have just stayed at Mariah’s.” She had a point, but you knew that Johnny also told you to call him in case you wanted to go home.

“I hate that you have more street smarts than me.”

She shrugged, “What can I say.”

Bri finally left your room, and you started to get dress. You knew you had to go downstairs and confront your parents sooner or later.

On your way downstairs you ran into Johnny. He just glared at you, and then started to chuckle to himself as he headed back to his room.

“Goodmorning,” you mumbled to your mom who was sitting in her chair drinking a cup of coffee.

“How are you feeling?” She looked up from the book she was reading and started to analyze you.

“I’m fine,” you lied. The last thing you were going to do was explain to her that you were severely hungover. “How long am I grounded for?”

“I talked to your dad and we decided to not ground you, but you are going to have a curfew from now on. Be home by 11 every night.”

“11? Mom it’s summer! That’s so early.”

“Would you rather be grounded and not able to do anything?”

“No. Thank you for not grounding me.”

“No problem. Next time don’t drink while you’re underage.”

You wanted to argue with her and tell her how Johnny use to drink, and he has smoked pot, but it was no use to start another fight. You were happy that you weren’t grounded.

You ate your breakfast silently, and a text from Mariah got your attention.

Want 2 go 2 the carnival w/ me 2night?

“Hey mom, Mariah invited me to go to the carnival with her tonight. Can I go? I’ll be home by 11, I promise.”

“As long as you don’t break any more rules.”

“I won’t.”

You texted mariah back.

Yes! That sounds fun, can u pick me up?

You finished your breakfast and headed upstairs to take a shower. It was already around noon since you slept in so much. Your shower was quick, and you braided your hair instead of letting it air dry.

You still had a few couple hours before Mariah was going to pick you up so you decided to go write some poetry. You had been writing poetry for the past four years. It was like journaling for you, it helped you fight those internal battles.

You sat on your bed and grabbed your poetry notebook, which was a leather book, and grabbed a red ballpoint pen.

A kiss. Soft & Sweet.

You looked out your window for inspiration but none was really coming to you. You looked down at what you had wrote, and laughed to yourself. It was four words but pretty much summed up last night.

You wished that you had at least got his number. You knew you could probably ask Tyler for it, but you didn’t to be that girl.

You decided to head over to Jonny’s room and talk to him for a little. He always made you feel better when you were down.

His door was closed but you didn’t knock, instead you shoved the door open. He was sitting at his desk, and up on his computer screen was porn.

“Do you ever fucking knock?” He screamed as he quickly exited out of the tab and pulled up his pants.

“You shouldn’t watch porn, that’s gross.”

“You should learn how to knock. What do you want?”

“Sorry was I busy interrupting something? Should I leave?”

“Stop being annoying.”

You laughed at his annoyance, and threw yourself on his bed.

“I’m bored and I wish I got this guys number from last night.” You flipped through a magazine that he had on his nightstand. It was about cars so you didn’t really understand it.

“Who’s the guy?”

“His name was Josh, but I didn’t get his last name. He’s friends with Tyler.”

“Tyler Joseph? Like Mariah's boy toy?”

“Yep, that Tyler.”

“It’s probably Josh Dun. I know him from high school, he’s a total douchebag though.”

You didn’t want to believe your brother, he probably was thinking of another Josh. Josh was a pretty common name.

“Do you want to play Mario Kart with me?” you asked him so you could keep your mind off of last night. Your brother agreed, and you spent the next hour or so beating your brother at the game.

“How are you so good at this game?” he asked you. You shrugged.

“I’m going to go get ready for the carnival, Mariah will be here soon.” You headed back to your room to figure out what to wear.

You thumbed through your closet until you decided on a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top with a dark green cardigan. You took your hair out of your braid so it was now wavy. You applied some mascara and you called it good.

You got a text from Mariah signaling that she was here so you headed downstairs.

“Mariah’s here, I’ll be home before 11!” you kissed your mom on the way out. You could hear her yelling something behind you but you decided to ignore her.

“Hey girl!” Mariah said as you opened the door and got in.

“How are you feeling?” you asked.

“I felt horrible this morning,” she laughed. “How about you?”

“I had the worst headache ever.” You laughed as well.

You both jammed out to music all the way to the carnival. You found parking and got out. It was about a five minute walk from the parking lot to the carnival grounds. It was dirty and you instantly regretted wearing white shoes.

“I see Becca and Grace!” Mariah said, pointing ahead. You saw your two friends standing there three other guys.

“Hey Becca! Hey Grace!” you hugged each one.

“Hey Y/N, this is Theo, and this is his boyfriend Dylan!”

“Hey nice to meet you two!” you shook their hands.

“And this is Mike, he’s Dylan’s cousin!”

“Hey Mike, I’m Y/N!” you shook his hand.

“I found a good corner to go smoke, let’s go!” Theo said, grabbing Dylan’s hand and walking away. Becca, Grace and Mike followed them but you grabbed Mariah’s hand.

“I didn’t know we were smoking.”

“I didn’t know either, but who cares?”

You both met up with them in this corner behind a bathroom building. Theo pulls out a small glass pipe that was translucent rainbow. He took out a little grinder with marijuana in it. He filled the hole, and took out a lighter that was also rainbow colored. He lit it and took a hit.

You really hated the smell of weed so you decided to go on a walk. You told Mariah you were going to be right back, and you headed around the corner towards the games.

You spotted one of those games where you threw balls at pins. You gave the attendant a dollar bill, and he handed you four balls. The first one you threw missed completely, and the second one barely grazed by one of the pins. You wounded up your arm, getting ready to throw the third ball before you were startled by a voice.

“I think you’re supposed to hit the pins.”

You turned around to see Josh, from the party last night, smiling at you. He was wearing a red shirt with black ripped jeans again.

“Oh hey! If you think you could do better then be my guest,” you handed him the last two balls.

“Watch this,” he gave you a little wink making your stomach start fluttering again. You watched him throw both balls hitting two pins down. You were shocked.

“How did you do that?”

“I’m a natural! Plus I’m a drummer so I have lots of arm strength,” he lifted his arm up to flex, making you smile like a dummy.

The attendant handed Josh a little beanie baby for knocking two pins down. It was a little bear wearing a red dress.

“Here you go,” he handed you the little bear.

“For me?”

“For you!”

“Why thank you!” You took it and started to look at it, trying to not smile like an idiot.

“Want to go on a walk and talk?” Josh asked and you nodded.

“What’s your full name?”

“Joshua William Dun.”

Shit. Johnny did know him.

“Dun? That’s a cool last name.”

“What’s your full name?”

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/L/N?”

“Yep!”

“Do you have a brother named Johnny?”

“Yeah, I do!” you said nervously. What if he didn't like him. You didn’t want your brother being a reason you and this handsome man don’t start talking.

“Do you want to go on a ride?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I get sick easily,” you lied. You hated rides, you were especially terrified of carnival rides.

“Oh c’mon, I’ll hold you so you feel safe.”

Wow. He was smooth, you had to admit.

“Okay, Dun.”

“Okay, Y/L/N.” He smiled at you, making you smile in return. He walked you over to this ride that goes really fast and round. Your heart started to race as you stood in line.

“Hey Josh, can I ask a question?” you broke the silence.

“Go for it.”

“How old are you?”

He laughed, “I’m 22, almost 23.”

“Wow, I’m only 18, but my 19th birthday is in September.”

“You look old for your age,” he looked at you up and down making you blush.

“I get that a lot.”

It was your guys turn to go on the ride, and your hands were sweating. You followed Josh to a seat of two. You buckled your seat belt, triple checking it was on right.

The ride was intense, but it didn’t last that long. You tried not to scream, but when you saw Josh letting out tiny screams you decided to do it too. He kept on looking at you during the ride, even though you kept your eyes closed most of the time.

When the ride was over, you could barely walk. Your head was rushing and your breathing was short.

“That was intense,” you whispered.

“Yeah, it was,” he smiled at you again. “Hey, can I get your number?”

“Yeah!” you took your phone out and handed it to him. He put his number in and named his contact ‘Dun’.

“You know, Y/L/N, you’re gorgeous when you’re nervous,” he reached over and touched your shoulder, taking your breath away.

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