#but cant remember a single thought you just had 10 seconds ago?

[this-is-mimosa]

me, having an amazing idea to write a scenario at 3 am

my brain: you should start writing it now

me: i am sleepy, i will write tomorrow

my brain: ... you will write what?

me: 👁👄👁

my brain: 👁👄👁

[not-souleaterpost]

ENTP CRONA DUMP

Not going back on my word, just forgot to post a dump of "ENTP Crona" stuff I planed to just post all at once in a year, but after trying to stop doing stuff like that, I just thought I post what I had and be done with it.

, the thing even I don't really find funny, but I think I have to do it to get it out and book end it. A lot of it isn't really funny, some of it may sound a bit edgy or abrasive, but it's just in good fun, still putting it under the "keep reading thing" because of the amount and shittyness of the "content" Enjoy or yeah...sorry

ENTP Crona experiencing a soul rejection, screaming in agony because of not being able to deal with figuring out if "video games are art" or "video games aren't art" is the more contrarian oppinion at the moment

ENTP Crona reading shizophrenia symptoms on google "Wow, he is literally me"

ENTP Crona fleeing into the desert, going down a hole to cry

Ragnarok "Wait, the cow already killed Medusa a year ago, why we doing this bitch shit again?"

ENTP Crona "I posted a deliberately controversial and edgy meme into the group chat again, when they all see it, I wont be able to deal with how angry everyone will be..."

Soul: "You cant just nonstop spam shit on the internet, people will think you don't have a life"

ENTP Crona: "But I kinda don't..."

Soul: "Still writting on every single subject for 10 hours straight must be tiring and exhaustive, take a break"

ENTP Crona: "But I wrote everything in the last 5 minutes

Soul: "Heh, dont like partys either? Guess reading the room can be stressful even for somebody as cool as me sometimes-"

ENTP Crona "No, I can read it just fine, just then choose to say the thing that sets the roof on fire and regret it five seconds later.

ENTP Crona trying to figure out if Maka subscribes to the theory that Holden is a child abuser himself in "The Catcher in the Rye", only if yes, to arguee that not even the creep teacher was one and it is a misreading, and its actually about idk, read it in school so cant even come up with an explantion.

ENTP Crona trying to cheer up a crying Maka, after she got made fun of for liking bad music by Soul

"No, I like Speeding bullet 2 heaven too! Well except the Beavis and Butthead skits, even I am not that contrarian"

ENTP Crona curled up in the corner of the dark dungeon, not able to face the world, cause liking Ringo Star is to mainstream now but changing to hating him is just too painful...

ENTP Crona after everyone gets confronted with their lives just being fiction

"Well actually I prefere the anime ending"

But after mostly everyone agrees

"But, actually the manga works in a certain way afterall-"

ENTP Crona during the anime only scene where Maka and Crona talk about Maka's mom - its the same scene lol, remember those 4th wall breaking snide comments Crona barely managed to not blabber out loud lol

ENTP Crona "Marvel movies were allways bad"

Marie "Oh you aren't dumb and incompetent!"

ENTP Crona "Why did it took me 8 hours to put together the IKEA table?"

Marie "Oh dont be to hard on yourself, screwing in the table legs upside down could happen to anybody!"

Maka confronting Medusa: I'm here to save ENTP Crona and Mary!

Medusa: Nah, they both are still stuck in the maze going in circles

ENTP Crona after a tourist asks for directions in Death City: "I'll be honest, even though I am living here for years now, I myself cant deal finding my home without google maps"

ENTP Crona "I'm the Joker, baby! (Jared Leto version)"

ENTP Crona "-oh so a glorbo, or smol bean, cinamon bun is a charachter like Paulie from the Sopranos!"

ENTP Crona after trying to read "Finnegans Wake" "Damn, thats how high I still have to climb..."

ENTP Crona watching X:RA "Wow, I actually get 90 percent of the wordplay! This show is great!"

MGMT Patty : "Time to pretend..."

*ENTP Crona visualising all the different ways to take out and kill the people around*

Ragnarok "And I thought I was the psychopath! We aren't even eating souls anymore, whats guipi wrong with you?

ENTP "Grocery shopping is boring and I thought about the 3 different storys I'll never write down enough for one hour..."

ENTP Crona "-and that's why the metodology that is used to diagnose diseases by only relying on a checklist of data points that may have many different origin points is flawed

Stein "I am the doctor with 10 years experience, take your antibiotics prescription and get out!"

Stein, litting a cigarete after ENTP Crona goes out after apologising "Damn, the kid may be right, shit..."

ENTP Crona be like "Actually, I think Epstein is still alive"

ENTP Crona "Yeah Myerrs brigs and Horrorscopes are the same... Because they both actually are describing something and aren't completly wrong, if you know you know...

ENTP Crona actually getting a tatoo even though it is a stupid thing to do in general, because thats the only way to remember Maka's birthday. Cause aint nobody remembering more than 4 digits...

ENTP Crona using all experience and time to reflect, to start a dramatic uplifting speech that leads into Maka defeating the Kishin with a punch- Ah wait thats just what happened in the anime again lol

ENTP Crona: "I wore a dress for most of my life, yet that is not as embarassing as riding on an electric scooter"

ENTP Crona "Oh ofcourse I'm to scatterbrained and lazy to actually finish a webcomic, that's why I included an in universe callout by a charachter, so I will stay motivated out of spite and want of being better than those, proving the mean pixels wrong!"

ENTP Crona: -the setting being the aftermath of a nuclear testing site is a brilliant synedoche of our society pre and post world war 2, how the atomic age is nearly unrecognisable, being both so much more advanced that previous incarnations do not even look human in retrospect, while exagerating ourselfs into cartoon versions of ourselfs do to paranoia and stereotypes, shared faster and faster, that we soak up like Sponges, being the perfect worker and consumer in one - in a way thats Rock Bottom, the breakdown of communication, only restored by recognising the humanity of the other, even if they look at us with even more potent disgust than we already do.

Maka: Wait, I thought these iceberg videos were just supposed to list of fun facts and triva about Spongebob

ENTP Crona: What gave you that idea, Maka?

TERF Maka: I STILL hate J K Rowling

EC: "Borat is racist-"

M: "No the joke is that he exposes the prejudices of the common american person-"

EC "against Kazakhstanis"

M: "No no- wait... you are right..."

EC: "If MF Ghost was with the culture, it would have used Phonk instead of Eurobeat"

EC: "Where the fuck is Marioh Judah?"

*EC annoys excalibur into quitting*

EC :"Im like prince, everybody thinks In gay but actually im homophobic-"

EC: "Non-cellular phones actually had their purpose - like if somebody called them, you would either know nobody is home, or the person who answered could either inform you where the one you are calling is if you didnt reach the person or just find them - also the fact it was in the same spot ment nobody lost it and could allways find it when needed and it never ran out of battery, also-"

M: "If you don't like the phonecase I gifted you just say so...

R: "Dude, dont we still use mirrors for comunication"

EC "Think Im constrained by the limitations of canons?"

TRAD Tsubaki "Well they didn't make a sign of the cross in the church, so they kinda deserved being slayn by Ragnarok..."

M "Hey you are looking down, everything ok?

EC "Thanks for caring, but the thing is, to explain it all, all the connections and reasons and evidence would make me just look more weird and whiny, and this all, including the fact that I cant even say why I cant say without being whiny and long winged is part of it...

EC "I used trouble not descending into negative loops of self pity and disgust with myself and the world... But then I just developed a hyperfixation on not-having-hyperfixations"

???? Death: IDK

EC *reading the bible* "It even predicted people obssesing over lolcows with the whole golden calf story, damn...

EC: Rip Kissinger

EC: Slouching? No, I'm just posture-divergent

EC: I do love myself - one has to love even their biggest enemy...

EC in the future:

M: Are you really ready for children?

EC: I accidentally watched a trailer for despicable me 4, and after hearing all the pandering 80s song and repetitive family hinjix humor I just thought "Oh, how cozy would this be to watch with my Kids and Wife!"

So yeah, I CAN deal with it

[catholickedd]

btw my url has two d’s in it so when you tag @/catholicked you’re actually tagging a different person

and GO STARS WOOOOOO

also some of these had me chewing glass. your minddddd these are some amazing takes

1. couldnt be bothered to put this in order but solaricks because there’s so many fucking banger lines (hey rick? yeah? remember like 30 seconds ago when you pretended not to know who iron man was? who was that for? sh-shhhh morty shut up) and then we have rest and ricklaxation aka the toxic episode which actually made me go feral THEY FORCED HIM TO SHOW THAT HE CARES ABOUT MORTY and then ofc ricklantis mixup, i’m obsessed with emorty, and then rickternal friendshine because i believe in rick unreciprocated birdperson crush supremacy, and finally fear no mort (YOU’RE NOT EVEN IN THE HOLE, ARE YOU????)

2. sperm episode, dragon orgy, rise of the numbericons, i dont feel like explaining but i will say that it was hard to watch the dragon orgy episode with my dad.

3. HGHGHGGGGHHHHH okay so there’s toxic rick waking up inside the toxic world and the FIRST thing he does is yell for morty, there’s all the times that rick’s told morty he loves him being erased from morty’s memory or rickbot moments or not real moments and then rick telling summer she reminds him of diane and there’s so many more i could list but they’re just out of reach for me rn OH and “because you love him” from rickternal friendshine

4. uh i listed one of my favorites from solaricks earlier i really cant think right now i might have posted it somewhere else on @autisticricksanchez because i think i got an ask for this one

5. why did i forget to put a 5

6. autistic adhd bisexual mf who i love. wet cat of a man. anyways he didnt want to ever feel romantic attraction to anyone again after diane and how disastrously that went but he risked it with birdperson and got fucking crushed so now he couldn’t be bothered to care about anything and this might be obvious to everyone else but he doesn’t drink to suppress the depression, he drinks because he wants to hurt himself also he used to wear glasses but he doesn’t anymore bc he fixed his vision but sometimes he still wears them for the aesthetic

7. audhd, anxious, sleeps with a teddy bear and a weighted blanket, apd, trans gender, former gifted kid, bi

8. summer is my whole heart i love her so much anyways she’s bisexual just like every single smith family member and she really looks up to space beth & wants to be just like her however this has made her attachment style to rick kind of weird, i will not talk about jerry, space beth REALLY wants domestic beth to think she’s cool and still wishes the events of the “sapphic horsegirl summer” had never ended. she has thought about killing jerry more than once.

9. i said this somewhere else on my rnm blog but i like to think that he’s not just evil to be evil, that there was Something that happened to him that made him this way. maybe his diane died first and he snapped and made sure if he couldn’t have her then nobody else could ever

10. he misses his rick. a lot. gets absolutely wasted to cope with it but then breaks down because he realizes that makes him just like rick

11. i have the exact same opinions as prev on this which i love

12. evil morty and evil rick if that counts?

13. uh. my rick prime diane theory counts i think

14. NEVER LOVE AN ANCHOR BY THE CRANE WIVES FOR RICK IM YOUR MAN BY MITSKI FOR MORTY

15.

heres some old art and shit i made

rick and morty ask game :)

(btw you can do one or many of these because some of them take a long time to answer)

1. top 5 episodes and why!

2. least favorite episode(s) and why!

3. moments that make you insane

4. your favorite lines

6. rick headcanons

7. morty headcanons

8. general family headcanons

9. prime hcs

10. emorty hcs

11. opinions on bethcest / mortycest (prime and emorty) / prickcest (prime and c-137)

12. favorite rick and morty pair that ISNT c-137 and prime

13. theories!!!

14. songs that you think relate to them

15. wild card!!

[butgilinsky]

okay I had a thought but idk if you still write for them but I loved blueberry pancakes and the blurbs you did for it. but did u ever do one about like the anniversary of Rafe's mother [death/disappearance/leaving]? cuz just imagine him being all sad and it's all soft 😭 xx

a/n; i haven't written for the boat show in what feels like forever but i liked this idea so here we go (also i'm watching gilmore girls rn and this reminded me of luke's dark day). this also got longer than i expected it to so i’m sry for that. enjoy!

the first year the two of you were together, you had no idea about rafe's dark day. nobody gave you a heads up or told you that it was something you should be on the look out for. you simply didn't hear from him for an entire day, and no matter how much you looked for him around the island, he was nowhere to be found. it wasn't until you had had enough of being in the dark and called topper that you got any sort of explanation.

"he didn't tell you?" anxiety pumped through your bloodstream as your mind raced over all of the possibilities of what that could have possibly meant.

"tell me what?" topper only looked even more confused at the sound of your question, unsure of how you of all people didn't know what today was or where rafe was.

"it's his dark day. every year he disappears for the entire day. doesn't call or text, and we can never find him to save our lives. we stopped bugging him about it around two or three years ago."

you tried to go over everything about rafe that you'd learned in your time together. you weren't sure where he could be or why he'd disappear like that without a single word. the two of you never did that. you talked to each other, communicated efficiently. this wasn't like him.

you decided not to push him for the rest of the day, only opting to ask him about it the morning after when he asked if you wanted to spend the day on the beach.

"where were you yesterday? i asked top and kelce where you ran off to but neither of them knew." he froze at the question, his muscles tensing and jaw clenching. he wasn't angry, wasn't even surprised you asked, but he wasn't ready to tell you the truth.

"i went to the mainland to pick up a few things."

it wasn't until the next year when you were spending the summer back in the obx, home from college and practically attached to rafe's hip, that you found out what his dark day truly consisted of.

he called you a little after 10 pm, drunker than he would've imagined he'd be if you had asked him earlier in the morning.

“baby!” you had to drag the phone away from your ear, taken by surprise by the loud voice booming through your phone’s speaker.

“hi, baby. you doing okay?” you knew it was the same day he had gone dark the year before. he didn’t know that you had written down the date last year and remembered for this very moment.

“i’m great! the mainland is so much better than the island baby, we should move out here. we should move out, period. do you think we should move out? i think it’d be good for us.” you tried to ignore the fact that he was talking about a step neither of you had taken before and tried to focus solely on the slur in his words and the time of night it was.

“baby, where are you? do you need me to pick you up?” he sighed then, one heavy enough for his shoulders to slump far enough to threaten the concrete below him. you couldn’t see him, couldn’t see the distress etched into his features but you could hear the distraught tone he used.

“no, my truck’s here. i can’t leave it here. i’d just have to get it tomorrow and-“

topper gave you a sideways look, one that told you everything you needed to hear in this moment just before he pointed at his keys across the room. rafe hardly questioned why you were with topper or why you were so adamant on picking him up, even on the mainland. it was easier to get his location than you expected it to be and within the hour, you were sitting behind the wheel of rafe’s truck with a drunk boyfriend slouched in the passenger seat.

“i was six when she left.” it was mumbled under his breath and hard to hear but that didn’t stop your ears from perking up at the indication that he was opening up a part of himself that he kept quiet from everyone else in his life. “i remember her waking me up in the middle of the night and apologizing profusely. she couldn’t be with him, said he was crazy. and for the longest time i thought she was the crazy one. i thought she was the one that up and left like there was nothing of importance here for her. but she was right, he is crazy. he’s crazy and i can’t blame her for leaving because if i had the means to, i would’ve been gone the second i got my diploma.”

it changed a lot in your mind. it explained a lot of why rafe was the way he was. it explained the hostile relationship between him and his dad, explained why he never accepted rose into his life. it explained a lot and though it was hard for you to wrap your head around, you were there for him unconditionally. it showed in the way you grabbed his hand in yours and the way you stayed silent through the sobs he choked out on the way home.

“i’ve never healed. i cant. not when i don’t know where she is or what she’s doing. is she safe? is she alive? does she have another family? does she even miss sarah or me?” you turned to him then, only for a second before you looked back at the road ahead of you.

“if she doesn’t miss you she’s crazy. she’s the one that left and while i can completely understand why a person would leave ward cameron, i can’t imagine someone leaving rafe cameron.” he smiled at you, one fueled by his unwavering emotions and clouded mind.

“i love you.” he mumbled softly, using a tone that hinted at his disbelief that your words were true and honest and not fueled by your affliction towards him.

“rafe, i’m serious. anyone who leaves you in their rear view mirror is an idiot-“

“she’s not an idiot.” your lips clamped together in a tight line. you spilled an apology, explaining that you never intended to talk down on the woman who he clearly loved more than life itself. despite the fact that she had been gone for over twelve years, she clearly still played a large role in rafe’s life. “everyone moved on after she left you know? sarah was young enough to hardly notice. dad had rose even when mom was here. it’s like i’m the only one going through this.”

your heart sank at the sound of his confession. all of this stress and hurt was placed on a boy too young to realize that moment would change his life forever. you knew he went through it alone. you’d heard sarah mention that she hardly remembers her mother, that she wouldn’t remember what she looked like if it wasn’t for the picture she had tucked away into her nightstand.

rafe was the last person that people on the island assumed was going through something. they hardly looked past the attitude that rafe exuded and the careless demeanor he always wore. but not you. you were determined to listen to rafe talk about the skeletons in his closet and the way he reacts to them. you were determined to get him home safe and sound from the horrors of alcohol and how it makes him react. you were determined to help him through it all.

so the next year, just before his dark day, you told rafe that whatever he was doing that day, you were doing it with him. he didn’t love the idea at first given that that was one of his only days to himself, but he agreed. maybe he didn’t need to be alone on that day anymore. maybe you were here with him for this reason. maybe he should just be grateful that you’ve stuck around this long and are willing to truly be there for him.

rafe would never spend his dark day alone again.

[dimensionwriter]

100 Days

Part One

Alien x Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 1947

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Okay so this is just an experiment in a way. So just remember to LIKE, COMMENT and REBLOG. I'll appreciate it.

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The creature floated in front of you in a giant alien containment. The container was 12 feet wide and 10 feet tall. The liquid that filled it was enriched with a substance that would allow the creature to continue to thrive even while being out of it's native world.

"How is experiment 337?" A deep voice buzzed in your ear. You jumped at the intrusive noise that disturbed the silence in the room. You sometimes forget that this is actually a job.

"Still unconscious, sir," you reported walking around the containment to look at it's sleeping form.

The creature had grayish blue skin that turned black once it reached it's appendages. It was bipedal with the legs thick and muscular. They had a set of arms that extended from it's shoulder, similars to a human. A second and third set of arms came from their spine and wrapped forward. A thick tail came from it's back and had a length of 3 feet and 2 inches.

"The vitals?" The voice demanded. You held in a sigh and walked over to the computer showing all the vitals. The things on the screen was a lot more complicated than that of a human.

"Fine, I believe. Though, the second heart has slowed down a lot in the last hour. Maybe get one of the doctors to come up here to check them out," you stated sliding through the chart the computer made on the creature's health. You guys didn't know how their normal health looked, so you just take the health they come in as normal and report any change in it.

"Damn thing might be trying to die on us. Well, it's not like it's giving us much information while it's unconscious, so might be a good thing." He ended it with a bark of laughter. You didn't join him as you rolled your eyes at him. He truly didn't have any patience. Some of the creatures that get sent here are here for months before they even begin to show some signs of responsiveness.

"Okay, sir. Please send that doctor in here," you quickly said before tapping your ear piece. You just had to get the boss that's the worse. He does not care for these creatures at all.

"You requested me," a montone voice asked. You turned around to see your vector's doctor walking in. They had a heavy set of bags under their eyes that showed how busy they were.

"Yeah, experiment 337's second heart rate seem to have slowed down," you explain pulling up the chart to show them. They leaned over your shoulder to look at them.

"I'll check on them. You can start your lunch break if you would like," they said looking over at you with a raised eyebrow. You pulled your lab coat back to look at your watch. Your break was supposed to start 20 minutes ago.

"Thanks. You can write anything you find in the notes under Experiment 337. I will see them there if you leave before I'm back," you rambled running around to grab your stuff. It's protocol to leave none of your things behind since you don't know what these creatures can do.

You took off your lab jacket and threw it in the waste bin. Glancing at the doctor, you could already see they were working on the creature. Hopefully nothing is wrong with them.

An hour later, you scan your ID at the door. It open slowly allowing you to see the empty room. Well except for the container with all the machinery hooked up to it. The doctor seem to be gone.

You threw your stuff on the free table and walked over to the metal closet. Inside of here were fresh and sterlized lab coats. There was also some gloves, but that was used if you could touch your experiment. And since yours were unconscious at the moment, it meant that you wouldn't be making any contact for a while.

"Examiner!" Someone yelled causing you to jump. You spun around towards the sound to see the doctor in the container. Their eyes were widen in panic as they struggled in the liquid.

"What? How?!" You stumbled while running to the container. You went to the computer to pull up the container's system. You have ot get them out.

"The creature. He woke up in the middle of me checking on him and he got out. I tried to push the panic alarm, but he sealed me in here. Hurry, get me out!" Their voice yelled out in fear. You stopped typing and turned slowly to the doctor.

"I noticed you said 'he' a lot. We usually say an alien is a they," you said lifting an eyebrow at the 'doctor'. They stopped thrashing and just floated. Since they weren't moving, you could see all the things hooked into them. No alien trying to escape would take the time to stick all those things into a person.

"Hmm, I thought I would identify closest to a male on this planet." The doctor's voice dropped two octaves causing your eyes to widen.

"You can shape shift," you screamed happily running to the glass. He looked exactly like the doctor. He even copied the mole hidden under their hair.

"What about it? You can't," he teased you raising a single eyebrow. It felt weird seeing the doctor, but having the actions and voice be so different.

"Can you please change? I have plenty of questions I want to ask you," you said going back to the computer. You closed the coding for the containment and pulled up the notes on this creature.

"Is this better, babe?" Your fingers froze as you turned your head slowly to the right. The creature was pressed against the glass closest to you. But instead of seeing an alien, you saw yourself.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" The creature teased in your voice. A giant smirk slipped onto your face that looked so unnatural on you. "Well, I guess it's more like I have your tongue."

Laughter came out of your mouth as the creature started floating around. This felt weird. Seeing yourself do all these things while you are standing here really felt like whipflash.

"Wonder what's under here," he sung out before grabbing the front of the shirt. He pulled it away and started peaking around.

"Hey, stop that," you yelled banging on the glass. Deep laughter came from his, well yours, lips as he swam back over to the edge of the glass.

"Don't worry darling." He pulled the shirt down to reveal that underneath was his greyish blue skin. It faded from your skin into his as it passed the collar. "I can't turn into something I don't know."

You quickly turned to the computer and started typing in shapeshifter into his records. Putting a subsection underneath, you added that he can't shift into something he doesn't know or can't see.

"Is there anything else you cant do?" You asked looking over at him. Alien-you leaned back in the liquid and tapped his chin.

"I guess stop being so good looking," he grumbled out. You bit your lip as you thought of a perfect joke. It would be unprofessional to joke around with him, but you have heard other examiner say that they joke and play around with theirs.

"You do look like me, so I will have to agree with you on that statement." His mouth dropped open as soft stutters of laughter escaped. He closed it and rolled his tongue along his teeth.

Slowly, your skin started to turn into that grayish blue until your entire body started to contort. Your clothes turned to ashes before disappearing in the liquid. Jutting his head back, the skull seem to be shifting underneath as it became sharper and fuller.

"I think this looks a little a better," he purred pressing a clawed hand on the glass. He was back to his original form except this time clothed.

A skin tight black material covered from his knees to the peak of his neck, but it didn't cover any of his arms. It kind of reminded you of an old style swim suit in a way, very basic but covered all necessary things.

"So, you can produce clothing on yourself?" You asked thinking of how he perfectly replicated the clothes you were wearing. You leaned over to the computer and typed that in.

"Well, would you like for me to be butt naked in this container?" You stopped typing as you thought it over. It would help with getting data over everything and that increases chance for experiments. "I'm not liking that silence. You pervert."

Embarrassment encased your body as you shook your head trying to rid yourself of the accusation. "No, I was looking at it from a scientific standpoint. I promise."

He swam up and peaked over the top of the glass, so he was starring down at you. His black eyes glimmered with amusement as he threw a swift wink at you. "You can call it whatever you want, baby."

Your jaw dropped in shock at what you assumed was his flirtatious comment. What type of alien were you assigned to examine?

"I-" luckily you were cut off by a voice in your ear interrupting you. You had to stop yourself from letting out a groan as that annoying voice spoke.

"Don't forget we have a required seminar in 39 minutes. Go ahead and put your alien into hibernation and report all vitals before leaving." You rolled your eyes as you remember those dumb seminars. You really didn't want to go.

"Did I blow your mind, buttercup? Guess you imagine what is under my this suit." You zoned back into your environment as you looked back at the alien. Half of his upper body was tilting out of the container at you. His second and third set of arms slowly kept him afloat.

"Sadly, no. I have to put you to sleep now," you commented walking over to the computer. You quickly wrote in the notes that he seems to be made for swimming.

"But if I'm asleep, I can't see that beautiful face of yours," he whined out splashing his tail behind him. Luckily, none of it feel over.

"Don't worry, you can see me in your dreams," you joked typing in the code to send in the sleeping medicine. Blue liquid flowed from the machine and towards the IV stuck into him.

"You didn't even give me your name or give me a name." You tilted your head in confusion at the last statement. Why would you give him a name?

His eyes looked down at the blue liquid as it started going into him. He let out a shaky breath and dropped down into the container. His body slowly sank to the bottom where he leaned against the corner of the container.

You walked towards the glass and gently placed your hand on it. He was blinking slowly at you as he tried to fight the medicine. But you knew in ten seconds, he would be out.

"How about I call you Shark?" You joked looking at his grey skin. Bubbles floated out of his mouth from his laughter. His head plopped against the wall as his eyes shut.

"It's a good thing you cute or I would be offended by that." Silence followed as his breathing even out. The rest of his body sunk down into the floor.

Work was about to get a lot more exciting with him around. Maybe you could actually start looking forward to this.

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So this is going to be an ongoing stories. I want to try to use some stories prompt or word prompts for this as practice for my writing. Also, I want to try to write a flirty character instead of a soft blushy one like usual. So this entire thing is a giant experiment for me. So leave a comment and let me know what you think.💜💜💜💜💜

[onlyhereforangst]

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The Talk™️

lololol just kidding sorry Laura I love you here’s the real thing just in time 😘😘

We start with Ellie being veeeeery sus 👀 checking out Eastern Europe and the various countries, I mean yes there are plenty of nice, beautiful places there but this is a procedural aka obviously that area can only be shady. I also love that Nick came up silently and waited, watched what she was doing very intently, before announcing his presence. Almost like he’s been suspecting something is up with her for a little while now and seized on this perfect opportunity to do a little digging. But at the same time he doesn’t let it go on too long, and he almost gives her an out- he doesn’t accuse her of being shady AF, instead he’s like oh clearly she’s planning a trip because she’s always talked about loving Eastern Europe not the Bahamas like we’d just gotten jealous over a year ago…right, Ellie? A trip? And then her response ooo girl. She starts to get uber defensive and then realizes that oh wait, he handed me an out on a silver platter so yeah let me take it real quick. AND HE DOESN’T CALL HER ON IT. That’s the real good stuff in this scene- he’s a trained federal agent with years of undercover work, he can tell when someone is outright lying *especially* when that someone is Ellie. So he takes her defensive hesitation and than blatant lie and rolls with it. Beeeecause he trusts her. He trusts her to tell him when she’s ready. He saw how hurt she got when he kept bothering her after the kidnapping, and also saw her tell him once she was ready to. So yeah, he gets it now. He may be seriously concerned for her underneath that joking exterior, but he trusts her to tell him when the time is right, and also likely feels she wouldn’t keep anything huge huge from him. *cue getting ready for heartbreak in the finale it’s fine everything is fine*

Of course we move on to the flirty stuff because we avoid serious talk here 🙄 Ellie still sus though don’t get it wrong, shutting that laptop real quick when he rounds the corner taking no further chances. And her crossing her arms while he offends her choice of “vacation” hahaha she’s so obvious, honey you got the hots for him it’s ok. Little middle school flirting like oh yeah you can do better? Prove it jerk. And Niiiiiick 🥵 I wish you could see the screenshot I’m paused on right now after he says it depends on who he’s going with before he asks her who she’s going with because DAMN that look. He can think of one (1) person and one person only who he’d go on a trip with. Her little smirk back before she decides to throw all pretense to the wayside and says fuck it I don’t care that we’re in the bullpen out in the open lemme flirt with you ~*Agent Torres*~ AND HE’S LIKE TWO CAN PLAY AGENT BISHOP PLEASE INVITE ME ON YOUR TRIP THAT I KNOW DOESN’T EXIST BUT I’D LIKE TO KNOW I’D BE INVITED IF IT DID. And please her giddy smile afterwards and then she goes from leaning back in her chair to leaning forward towards him because these two are absolutely drawn to each other bitches and I can’t get enough of them and their little playful smiles and body language. AND NEITHER CAN JIMMY. 

Jimmy is the ellick fandom. Because yes, keep going this is ✨just delightful✨ and I never want it to stop unless you’re kissing. Thank you. And pleeeeease them stumbling over their words when they realized they’ve been caught I CANT. They both look *so* uncomfortable and it’s hilarious, and then Ellie can’t help but laugh at Nick’s dumb joke making fun of Jimmy because it’s her man and he’s so *funny*. 

Bring us to Jimmy redeeming himself. But also yes this just confirms to me that he told Nick what he needed to hear back when he said zero chemistry. And now Jimmy’s observed silently, see where Nick has come in the last year and everything the two have been through and knows he ready to hear it for real. Well Jimmy was ready a while ago for them to move it along so yeah he’s like where’s my spoon I’m gonna STIR THIS POT. And then it is born, the slogan of the episode, the point of the WWR (please don’t have PTSD Laura), The Talk™️. Nick’s face oooo man, he initially tries to deflect like no we aren’t talking about that cozy scene nuh uh and then it turns into his worst nightmare- being called out by James Palmer of all people with Ellie literally five feet away. (ALSO MCGEE IS LITERALLY A FOOT BEHIND THEM. He 1000% heard this entire conversation if Ellie heard it. Bro better not try to deny a single thing later I’m watching you sir 👀) Nick’s expression is screaming what the fuck shut UP Jimmy this can’t possibly be happening so let me try to joke and deflect again (small smile because it was still a little funny) and then back to what the fuck he’s undeterred shit shit shit oh thank god McGee has started talking yes we have a goddamn huge problem autopsy gremlin won’t take the damn hint. 

And woooooow the first time I’ve seen Nick at his desk in a while 👀👀 he said shit people are on to me let me put ✨space✨ in between us for like five seconds while we still shoot each other cute smiles. 

Oooooooh now we here for the evisceration. The Here Lies James Palmer moment of the episode. Catch me dYING in the club, not crying. Because holy shit Ellie this was not only brutal and Brian absolutely killed it during this scene with his reactions to Ellie ripping him apart. His “oh…Oh…oooh.” Had me cackling. And Ellie you are the poster child of defensive, pulling out all the stops. Let me deny everything, let me then be a slight hypocrite because people shouldn’t be talking about me (because I’m terrified about considering broaching that topic too) but I can talk about Gibbs and Sloane previously, and then also like sort of admitting to it by asking Jimmy what people think is going on because that’s the question she would *love* to know the answer to but hasn’t gotten yet. All the while cue me laughing hysterically at jimmy, top tier scene right here lets be honest. Because then Kasie comes in and it’s just perfect 🤣🤣🤣 this was his sister, Painful. Couldn’t have said it better myself Kasie 😭💀

Lol at McGee telling Ellie not to tell Nick he was right about it being a coincidence 😂

HOW CLOSE DO WE NEED TO STAND TOGETHER Y’ALL. HOW CLOSE. THERE’S A WHOLE GODDAMN BULLPEN. Remember when I said Nick wanted space for 5 whole seconds, yeah this is why. They’re straight magnets - drawn together indubitably 👀

Quick detour for the continued storyline of sus!Ellie and it makes me even more and more excited for the finaleeeeee. Because honey why do you know it takes 10 pounds of pressure to rip a trachea out and yes we all know it’s Odette and I can’t wait for the aaaaaangst. Also Kasie always coming in clutch with the humor, I live for it. “No you right I got nothing” 🤣🤣

Once again, Nick forgot about his desk, it was short-lived wasn’t it? 😅 

Now to another fun scene, and I feel like there’s a little double meaning to when Nick talks to Ellie about Phineas going through a lot this year, “more than most of us, which is saying a lot this year” - obviously covid but also maybe a callback to the kidnapping/jail cell stuff they dealt with?? Maybe?? Anyways, them being so awkward cute together because there’s a slight lull in the case so they revert back to their middle school selves, “so” “so…” I can’t with them omg. And then, and THEN of the two to bring it up, it’s Nick!!!! Yes!!! The GROWTH. This man used to be so emotionally closed off and now he, HE is bringing up The Talk™️ and he almost chickens out, he almost says haha you’re right we don’t have to have The Talk™️ after Ellie has a minor freakout because good god this girl is on *edge*. Her mind has probably been going a mile a minute the second she heard Jimmy call them out at the crime scene because she’s been living in blissful ignorance the past months/year whatever and now everything is smacking her in the face. But Nick, ugh I love the growth. He brushes it off and then has a moment where his face is like, no, no I’m not a wuss and he admits that yes he’s thought about it (the way he pauses when he says “not that it hasn’t been on my mind…us…” and I’m like yeah you two as a couple has been on your mind hasn’t it Nick 👀) and yes I want to have The Talk™️ with you Ellie Bishop. And not only does he admit this he’s also the one that’s like ok yeah cool BUT WHEN. Let’s nail this down please, I need it in my planner asap. And then she gets all giggly again “I don’t know when do *you* think?” Like omg I’m literally in middle school again. They’re so fucking cute and awkward it’s precious. Especially when they have to end their conversation and suddenly act normal when talking to McGee 😅😍 then they go separate ways and the look Ellie shoots Nick ahhhhhhh it’s almost like a let’s table this but also shit we really did half open that can of worms in the middle of a work day. Nick sighs and looks briefly to the sky like shit what did I do in a good way and bad way haha. 

Back to Kasie with the ✨iconic✨ lines I love herrrr. Ellie being sus again with being resistant to change. I can’t decide if she’s not only talking about the possibility of dating Nick (once again defensive because Kasie about came for her throat hahahah) but also maybe about whatever is going to go down with Odette 👀👀

HERE WE ARE. THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. Back to being cute little awkward idiots in love that need to have The Talk™️. I mean come on they’re trying so hard to avoid the actual talk and just dancing around it “so” “so” “talk a roo” “talk a reeno” excuse me what the fuck are you saying just SAY IT. And Nick is still ready and rearing to go but also wants to respect Ellie and give her space if needed so he offers to just agree The Talk™️ needs to be had. And of course she counters with “need is a strong word” because damn this girl is spiraling. She’s so terrified of the outcome of this talk she wants to deny it needs to exist but still she can’t help it at the end of the day. And Nick is still like ok BUT WHEN. I WANT TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU AFTER YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME. SO LIKE WHEN ELLIE WHEN. And he once again plays off her deflection (a theme of this episode) with yeah yeah they’re super tired not at all wired just thinking about this talk that is at the tip of his tongue. At least Ellie is finally seeing the light and realizes that they should promise to have The Talk™️ but as she sits there staring at the elevator in front of her she’s like oh fuck, it can’t be soon can it. Fuck fuck fuck I can’t hold this in longer, we can’t keep dancing around it. fuck. So when Nick once again tries to press her to nail down a time she’s like well fuck it let’s do this shit now. Then she can’t realized that shit I actually said it, I actually said that. I said we should have The Talk™️ now. And Nick’s genuine surprise mirrors hers because she’s been the one half-denying The Talk™️ all day and now she wants to do this right here right now??? But at the same time he’s got a little smile to his face because he loves the idea of her being on board and finally getting this done. Finally getting to hear how she feels. 

So they walk into the elevator with a MUCH better vibe than the last time they walked in all serious at night (looking at you dumb Nick with Elena) but I guess the Elena Elevator Talk walked so the Ellie Elevator Talk could run 👀

And Nick while yes he’s ready for this shit to finally happen he’s still vulnerable, still terrified of opening himself up because he’s seen his dad (recently) and how commitment and relationships run in the family 🙄 plus this is all very new to him outside of Sofia and this is definitely not new to Ellie (Jake, qasim). He needs to hear she’s all-in too, needs to know he hasn’t built something up in his head for something serious when she views it as just a flirtation between friends. So he nervously says ladies first and while Ellie gives him a look of protest and wtf man, I think deep down she knows this is all so difficult for him despite how much he’s pushed it over the course of the day plus SHE is ready to get this out in the open. The moment she decided to stop denying and spiraling she went full force head on let’s talk about us. She hedges for a second and Nick continues to be nervous as she’s clearly building up her own nerve. Then she says probably the exact same moment he’s thinking of- or at least one of them- the jail cell. The defining, triggering moment that set this thing at full speed. He can’t believe she’s really saying the words, about to hear what he hopes is his feeling of that jail cell reciprocated in her words and his head turns quickly to look at her, unable to believe his ears that what he’s been dying for all along is going to happen. The Talk™️ is happening and damn it seems like it’s happening in the right direction. 

Of course we have no damn clue what was said and I’m jaded and don’t think they’ll ever tell us- RIP the note. BUT I’m so glad it actually happened (and the cinematographic parallels of course), a STEP towards canon!Ellick I’m fine. 

Now to see where they take this from here in the last two episodes and I can only hope an angst filled canon!Ellick because duh. 

[notanacousticsetcal]

broken pieces - calum hood

summary - an imagine based off of the song “broken pieces” by 5 seconds of summer.

warnings - angst

word count - 1.6k

a/n - this is one of my favorite things i’ve ever written omg. i feel so proud of it. i hope yall like it.

i woke up in the place we started. your clothes on the floor in that old apartment. i never thought you'd leave with out a trace.

calum stirred, slowly coming back to consciousness. he took in his surroundings. your shared bedroom in your LA apartment. he could faintly hear the buzz of traffic outside coming through a window just barely ajar. something was different. memories flooded back of last night. the argument that broke out between you. stupid stuff you spew at each other every single night about how he doesn't try anymore and how you seem bored in the relationship. how he drinks too much and should quit smoking. how you were all over that guy at the party. both of you knew the relationship was deteriorating. both of you constantly on edge, the warmth in your apartment that had been there so long ago wiped almost completely. he pinched his nose in annoyance. why had he said the things he said? he sat up sleepily, ready to face you, probably sulking and as pissed off as ever in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. he braced himself to apologize. calum blinked slowly, running his hands over his eyes and rubbing them fiercely. he couldn't believe what he was seeing. the closet was open and half empty, some scattered garments of yours laid unclaimed on the floor, left behind, forgotten, your makeup was cleared from the desk. the room looked bare. you left.

i cant shake this sinking feeling. i know you're not there and i'm barely breathing. holding onto things i cant replace.

calum sat at the kitchen island, head in his hands, the coffee ashton brought him untouched. "mate, you can get her back. this doesn't have to be the end if you don't want it to be." ashton clapped a hand onto calum's back and shook his shoulder sympathetically. "you do want her back, don't you?" calum sighed impatiently. "things haven't been good between us for a while. maybe it's for the best." ashton looked solemn and disappointed. "think about this, mate." and with that, ashton stood and headed for the door, stepping out into the quiet hallway and leaving calum to his thoughts. he wondered what she must be doing right now. she's probably staying with her sister, playing with her niece to distract herself from the heartache. calum pictured her with the little girl, giggling and smiling that beautiful smile of hers, her morning hair tousled and messy and her eyes squinty with sleep. calum felt his heart sink into his stomach. he pictured the way she looked that day at the park when he surprised her with flowers, her pink lips quirking up into a delighted smile. her cheeks flushed in the LA heat and her skin dewy in a thin layer of sweat. he could see her little yellow sundress and the way it complimented her figure. he pictured the way she sat, how she leaned into him while he told stories. how she laughed at even his lamest jokes. he felt himself getting choked up at the memory of how she looked sleeping in the morning, her hair a mess against the silky pillow and her lips the slightest bit chapped, mouth ajar. she looked peaceful. he wondered what she was dreaming about as her nose scrunched in distaste. calum's head sunk farther into his hands and his fingers gripped angrily at his hair. everything he did that day, every time his brain flipped to thinking about something - anything - else, his mind was plagued with her again. her eyes and her smile and the way she smelled like flowers and strawberries and the way her hair tickled his face and what it was like to kiss her. he couldn't even remember why he was upset the night before.

i'm looking for a way to change my mind. don't walk away. oh tell me what we're fighting for. it's turned into an all out war.

calum knew your relationship was toxic. the way you never said how you both truly felt and avoided calling each other out on your shit until you were so pissed off that it all unloaded at once in an explosion of name calling and accusations and pent up frustration and resentment. the way you both got so intoxicatingly jealous and didn't trust each other as far as you could throw one another. but calum knew what you had was so immensely passionate, so intoxicatingly fiery and overwhelmingly intense that even with the biggest of fights and quarrels, you had the most loving and intimate moments. your love for each other was so huge that you would go to any extreme to please the other person and you couldn't get enough of each other. calum knew what he had with you was a once in a life time type of love. everything logical in him told him to let you go, but his heart practically stopped beating at the thought.

our last words ringing in my head. i wish we'd take back all the things we said. i'm trying to find a way to yesterday.

calum remembered how you threw petty insults at each other that only got more hurtful as the argument escalated. he remembered the pained look in your eyes as you watched him walk to the bedroom. "i'm going to sleep." he had said. why didn't he acknowledge that you were hurting? why didn't he take a step outside himself and realize that there were healthier ways to tell you how he felt? he was immature, you were stubborn. but he could've been the bigger person. if he took that first step, he knows you would've apologized. he knows you regretted it as much as he did. calum gripped the counter tightly, exasperated and so angry at himself. why did he get so caught up in it? he would take it back in a heartbeat if he could. he just gets so riled up, you make him feel a way that no one else can. with all that passion in the form of love, there comes passion in the form of heat and confrontation. its almost like he couldn’t find a way to have one without the other.

if he had just apologized, you would be sat at the island watching him dance around cooking your breakfast. you would be laughing your laugh — the one that's so contagious that whenever you smile calum feels his lips turn up and his chest lighten. the laugh that makes a dark room feel like the surface of the sun. you would have your fuzzy sock covered feet stowed away underneath you, warm cup of tea in hand. your hair would fall around your shoulders, catching the morning light. you would look at him so fondly, his favorite look. calum wanted to take it all back. more than anything.

i'll find a way to fix these broken pieces and let go. and let go, let go, let go. fix these broken pieces and let go.

after spending the entire day in sheer agony, calum sat anxiously on the couch, desperately wishing you were tucked into his side watching the social network or se7en or train spotting. everything he used to do with you felt completely useless without you. he missed the light you were in his life. how you always seemed to be able to make him laugh and the look of concentration on your face when you read and the way you talked to duke. fed up with himself and feeling so fucking miserable, calum grabbed his coat and stormed out the door, car keys in hand. he sped his way to your sisters house, rolling through a few too many stop signs, but he couldn't be bothered. he needed to see you. he quickly threw the car in park and raced up to the door, slamming his fist against the wood like there was no tomorrow. but that's the thing, every tomorrow would feel the same — boring, bland and gray, without you. your sister opened the door, bleary eyed with annoyance written all over her face. she sighed, not surprised in the slightest. "cal, it's late." she began to close the door on him but he stopped her, a pleading look of desperation in his eyes. "please, let me see her," he begged, one arm on the wall and one on the white door. "cal, you had all day and now it's 10 o'clock and you're too fucking late." she attempted to shove the door closed with more force this time and calum was going to let her. she was right. he should've come sooner. idiot. but a small, fragile voice piped up from behind her. one calum thought he might never hear again. "no, it's alright. let him in." your sister rolled her eyes and hesitantly moved from the door frame. "don't make me regret this," she muttered. calum stayed rooted on the porch, partially in shock that you wanted to see him and partially in shock that you somehow managed to get more beautiful every time he saw you. even when he thought it was impossible. "calum, if you don't come in right now, i'm locking you the fuck outside." calum snapped out of his trance and stepped softly inside, throwing an apologetic smile your sisters way. he started walking slowly towards you but once he picked up on the heartbreak and pain in your eyes, he rushed over and pulled you into a bone crushing hug. there's that damn strawberry shampoo that he missed. he didn't want to smell anything else for the rest of his life. he felt that familiar feeling of your hands wrapping around his waist, sitting comfortably like they were made to be there. he could stay like this forever. he knew in that moment that he would do anything and everything to make sure he never had to spend another night without you. whatever broken pieces made up the two of you, he knew they fit together like an 1,000 piece puzzle. and he would spend the rest of his life gluing them back together if he had to.

[janaeekook]

Incapable ii. || {myg}

“You cant love Min Yoongi, he doesn’t know how to love. Or care for that matter. You’ll just end up getting hurt.”

pairing: assassin!yoongi x reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: - mafia - depictions of death -

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ii.

"This morning I received this." Namjoon spoke handing his phone around the room.

Unknown- You spill our blood, we spill yours.

"That's for rat face?" You asked,

"Has to be." Jin spoke.

"Taehyung do you think you could pull information from it?" Namjoon asked the tired looking, fluffy haired boy.

"I can try." He took the phone starting to get to work on it.

"Alright, Y/n, Jimin, get A-team together, gather as much information as possible." You both nodded, heading to the east wing to retrieve the 4 members of the A-team, Jeonghan, Jen, Win, and Kai. The members of army bowed to us as we entered, heading to the common room were you found the 4 sitting on the couch.

"Y/n, Jimin." Jeonghan stood quickly bowing which the rest of them followed.

"There's no need for formalities with me." You chuckled hugging him and Kai, You turned to Jen trapping her in a hug, Win who stood next to her smiled at you before you also gave him a hug, "I hope you've all been well, Namjoon gave us a casual intelligence mission."

Jimin handed Jeonghan a manila folder, his eyes skimmed over the pages before his eyes flicked back up to Jimin, "Is this all we have?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Taehyung is working on gathering more remotely, but they're good, they know how to cover their tracks." Jeonghan nodded at Jimin’s words before handing the folder to the other three.

"The Russian mafia? Why would they be in Seoul?" Win asked.

"Wouldnt be much of a mission if we knew right?" You jokingly poked fun at Win, He punched your arm lightly.

"Lets get going as soon as possible, we dont want to waste anytime." Kai said handing the folder back to Jimin.

Jeonghan nodded, "10 minutes, we'll meet at the entrance."

•

You tied your hair back and away from your face before leaving your room and heading for the main staircase, but the second you stepped into the hallway you collided with someone's chest.

The hands gripping your hips lingering longer than they should, the tips of the fingers constricting ever so slightly into your hips. You looked up your breath catching in your throat Yoongi's cold eyes stared back into your own, cheeks ablaze. Your skin all too aware of how he was holding onto your sides before they fell away.

"Uh, sorry." You hurried quickly away from him and down the stairs, not wishing him to know how much power he had over you. Or better yet read you like a book and know you'd fantasized about his hands on you the night before.

Yoongi watched you scurry down the steps. He had felt you shrink beneath his solid gaze, He felt you melt in his grasp, He had felt the control he had over you the brief moment you were in his hands and deep down he wanted more though he'd never admit it.

Jeonghan handed you an earpiece, you put it in your ear before going over the plan, "We're starting downtown dont draw attention to yourselves, you can't forget we're still highly wanted suspects by the government, and keep your eyes open. Understand?"

"Loud and clear." Jen said.

Jimin spoke next, "Alright, Kai and myself will be together, then with Y/n and Jeonghan, Jen and Win do you think you can handle yourselves on your own?" The two only nodded, they were experienced and used to working alone anyway.

You looked to your side peering up at Win, he glanced down at you and smiled. You all did a special handshake you made up years ago in training before heading out the door.

"Hey," a voice stopped you in your tracks, you turned around to see Jungkook, he wore a low V-neck shirt which exposed his tattoos that designed his neck and chest; complimenting  the sleeve running down his right arm. You told the others you'd be right out and turned your attention to Jungkook. He was a very attractive young man, you had found yourself tangled up in sheets with him on more than one occasion but nothing had ever been made official, it was more of a stress reliever than anything.

"Hey." You said with a smile which he quickly returned.

"Be safe alright?" He told you.

"Always am." This caused him to smile wider, before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, and without another word you made your way out the door to join the team.

"What's up with that?" Win looked to you with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"Jungkook?"

"Its nothing." You said with a smile, playfully punching his arm.

"Hey just looking out for you." He said flashing you another priceless smile before climbing into the vehicle. You sighed, following after him.

•

It had been 2 hours since you started to search, you walked around the streets with Jeonghan. He was quite a bit taller than you, he wore a baseball cap that shadowed his face, a man bun tied at the base of his neck due to his long hair.

"That man, all black straight a head." He suddenly stated, his eyes narrowing at the suspicious looking man.

"You got something?" Jen's voice came through the ear piece.

"We're on the main road, it's a bit crowded but I've got my eyes on him, we'll tail him." Jeonghan said, the man was thin, if his behavior weren't so odd you'd probably look right over him. "He just turned left at the bbq shop, he seems to be headed towards the docks."

"Headed that way." Win spoke.

You and Jeonghan reached the corner the man had turned down, Kai and Jimin were there as well. Jeonghan looked around the corner before waving us on.

"Keep your guards up." You spoke in a hushed tone. We all continued down the rather quiet road compared to the bustling road you'd just come from, the dock ahead was old and rundown unlike central ports. An abandoned factory you'd assumed, stood at the end of it, all the windows boarded, moss stretching up the old concrete and rusted metal.

"Well that's not sketchy." Jimin stated from behind you.

"Spread out, surround the perimeter see if there's anything of concern." You suggested and everyone nodded continuing forward before splitting to circle the aged building, Win stayed at the front watching over the building and studying the main entrance.

You walked around, Jeonghan still at your side, The sloshing of the ocean to your right and the monstrous building to your left.

"Anything?" Kai asked through the ear piece.

"Negative, Jen?" Jeonghan said.

"Nothing here."

"It doesn't make sense for there to be nothing, circle back around to Win. Win you have anything at the front?" Jeonghan asked, he was answered with silence, "Win, do you copy?" His question was met with another chilling silence. A blood curdling scream came from the direction we had come, you and Jeonghan looked at each other before taking off in a sprint.

You found Jen on her knees sobbing in front of Win, blood spilled from his throat staining his shirt before it seeped into the fine cracks of the concrete around him, forever stained a rusty red puddled that began to encircle his head. Your stomach lurched at the sight, the choked noises as he tried to find his breath but only finding his blood which was suffocating him slowly. An odd looking weapon still stuck in his chest, ungodly amounts of blood spilling from his fatal wounds, you felt frozen as he choked on his own blood. What could you do? Could you do anything? You felt utterly hopeless, fear clawing at the back of your mind, you didn't want to lose someone else, but what could you do?

You willed yourself to move but your feet didn't budge, Jens hands frantically trying to cover his wounds, to cease the blood from evading his body. Your eyes finally met his, softening upon seeing you, you'd bet you'd looked rather like a deer in headlights. His lips shook as he continually struggled for breath, but he managed to quirk them upwards the slightest bit, as if to tell you it was ok before you watched in horror and unexplainable helplessness as his eyes rolled back into his head, his chest no longer rising and falling, in an attempt to take in stuttered uneven breaths.

"No." You whispered, not wanting to believe the sight before you.

"No." It couldn't be Win.

"No." There was no way he could be dead.

Your mind couldn't process it; that he now laid there, no light, no life behind his eyes. Gone. Warmth fading from his skin.

Jen wrapped her arms around his body, You took stumbled steps towards her pulling her up into your chest, She continued to sob, gripping at the back of your shirt with her blood stained hands. Win had been with us for as long as you could remember, you stared at his pale face before allowing a single tear to fall. You looked around for any sign of the person who'd taken your friends life.

"I-Its my fault! I-I sh-should've stayed with him." Jen cried into your chest, you closed your eyes more tears slipping over your cheeks.

"No, Its not your fault. None of us could've known." You spoke softly into her ear, stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her down. When in reality your mind was just as frantic as hers, you mind begging for Wins eyes to open and tell you he was alright.

But he wasn't, the blood being evidence to that. It was real. Painfully, brutally real.

"We need to get him out of here." You told Jimin still holding onto Jen.

"I'll call Jungkook." Jimin said, his face seemed as shocked as the rest of us. No one had ever been able to sneak up on Win before or land an attack on their own, the person who did this had to have been very skilled.

•

You sat silently in the passenger seat, Jungkook driving. When Jimin had called him he thought it had been you that got hurt, although he was relieved, he had just lost another brilliant gunman. It was only the two of you in the car, the others had been taken in another one.

"You alright?" He finally broke the silence, his tone was soft.

"Ya, nothing I haven't seen before." You bit the inside of your cheek, trying desperately to bite back the tears that threatened to spill.

"It was Win, y/n." His tone dropped lower, you didn't want to respond for fear of your voice breaking. When you joined, you spent most of your time with Win, Jeonghan, Jen and Kai. They were your best friends and they got you through a lot.

It was quiet the rest of the way home, when Jungkook pulled up you jumped out walking up the steps and pushing the door open. You headed straight for the stairs not acknowledging the eyes of everyone on you as you came through the door.

"Y/n." You looked over your shoulder to see Jungkook and the others looking at you, "Where are you going?"

"Bed."

"It's 3 o'clock, Y/n." His tone remained soft.

"I'm tired." You stated, mentally cursing at yourself for allowing your voice to break. You hurried up the steps and to your room, shutting the door behind you and sliding down the dark wood as your body shook with each silent sob that racked your body.

•

"Y/n? Why didn't you save me?" The blood ran from his throat, soaking his all white clothing in dark crimson.

"I-I'm Sorry."

"Do you know what it feels like to have your throat slit?"

"N-no."

"Maybe I should show you then-"

You screamed yourself awake, it carried through the whole house. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks as you sobbed, the crown of your head littered with beads of sweat as anxiety ripped at you. The door to your bedroom swung open. Jungkook was the first one in followed by your brother and the others. Namjoon's eyes softened at the sight of you, he hurried over pulling you into a hug.

"Shhh, it's ok." He caressed you're hair in a soothing way.

"J-joonie, it was awful."

"It was just a dream, you're safe." He whispered, you looked over his shoulder, everyone's faces filled with worry, even Yoongi. You let your glistening eyes linger on his, "Get some rest ok?" Namjoon asked, pulling himself away from the embrace, you grabbed his wrist.

"Stay."

He sighed, "I've got work to do, y/n." You pouted.

"I can stay." Jungkook spoke from behind Namjoon, who now looked at Jungkook questioningly, "I'll watch over her."

"Is that alright?" Namjoon turned whispering to you, You nodded, he gave your hand a squeeze and smiled sadly at you. He remembered you getting nightmares when you were younger, and having to hold you until you fell back asleep, he wished he could be there for you like back then but his work called. He lead everyone out of the room to continue their prior activities. When the door had shut Jungkook immediately climbed into the bed next to you, propping his elbow on the pillow next to yours, resting his head in his hand.

"You alright?" He asked, you laid on your back staring at the ceiling.

"It was just a bad dream." You told him, not wanting to elaborate. He simply hummed in understanding, "did you get any information off the weapon?" You asked quietly fiddling with the sheets in your hand.

"We don't have to talk about that, y/n." He spoke soothingly.

"I want to know, Jungkook, please." You turned your head to look him in the eye, letting him know you were serious.

"Well, while you were asleep, I began to analyze it. It's an oddly shaped knife, the letters N-C-T were carved into the handle. They seemingly want us to know who they are, but the question we're trying to figure out now is, why?"

"N-C-T? Who are they?" You questioned but Jungkook shrugged.

"Beats me, they seem to be another group and we can't underestimate them anymore," He spoke as he played with the ends of your hair, "You should get some more sleep."

You nodded, though deep down you knew you'd wouldnt be able to fall back asleep; That your subconscious would only torment you. He put his arm around your body, your mind wandering, feeling miles away from your physical body. The thoughts left in your mind turned over again and again; Who was NCT? What are they looking for? What are they trying to prove?

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[parkjess]

Can I request a childhood friends to lovers scenario with Sanha?? Thank you !! 💜

Friends to lovers/ Yoon Sanha

Genre: Fluff

It was 3rd grade when your best friend told you about the cute, nerdy boy she saw in her neighborhood, where both of you hang most of the time. She was so overwhelmed when she talked about him, and a precious smile appeared on her face every time his name came up.

“Y/n! Did you hear that Sanha is moving to our school next week?” She jumped at you the moment she entered the classroom, holding your shoulders to keep you steady. -“Oh! Really? I cant wait to meet your lover boy.” You tease her with a slight smirk and she blushes right away.

Time flew and you became best friends with Sanha, that bubbly-like-personality boy. You grew up together, he spent all his childhood at your place and you at his, growing taller with him until he became a tower and the one your heart desire.

Somewhere in the middle of the second semester in 11th grade you found yourself dreaming about him, every single night. Even on nights you couldn’t fall asleep, you used to think about him and it would calm you down and make you escape to dreamland. But in the mornings, it felt wrong, almost regretting your dreams you’re not responsible for.

School ends in a bit, and there’s the prom approaching too, which looks like the opportunity to confess your feeling to him, but those other feelings tell you otherwise.

“Y/n!” Sanha calls you from across the hallway, his tall figure can not be avoided and you close the locker when he approaches. -“Well, good morning to you, what’s up?” You ask and shove your hands to the pockets of your hoodie. He looks extremely happy this morning, not as he always feels this early.

“I finally got a suit for the prom, just like I used to tell you I want it to look like when we were kids, remember?” You smile at the excited boy, his lips are shaped perfectly for a wide smile as well. -“oh that’s great! I haven’t found a dress yet.” You pout and look down.

“You don’t need to worry, you’ll be pretty even if you’d wear a trash bag.” Your heart skips a beat at his words and you cough because you don’t want him to notice the blush spreading on your cheeks.

-“Shut up...” you playfully hit his chest, -“Uhm... so, are you gonna invite your date or what?” You were convinced he’s taking you to the prom, but only wanted to make sure you’re right and there’s no other girls in the line for him.

“I thought... we’re going together- I’m... am I wrong?” He stuttered, confused.

-“Exactly. See you later kid.” You heard what you wished to hear from him and kissed him on the cheek for a goodbye. “Call me when your class ends!” Sanha shouts to you as you disappear from his sight in excited jumps and throw a thumb in the air for approval.

As days went by and prom day got closer, you were more frustrated to find the perfect dress in your favorite color.

“How about this?” Sanha shows you a dress he finds cute and not more than this, for you, as you bring a huge bag of snack and sit on your bed. -“Are you kidding me? Do you not know me enough time?” You laugh and open a bag of chips, his favorite kind.

“Woah... y/n. This. You will look beautiful in this.” He opens his mouth in surprise, seems like he found the perfect one for you, while you only tried not to blush from his compliments.

-“oh shut up I’m sure it’s not even pret- oh my... I mean- it’s cute I guess...” you rub your neck nervously as he turns the phone to you, waiting for your reaction and you see the magical dress of your dreams you were looking for, but it was a bit exposing, not too much, but you usually don’t expose skin parts such as your lower neck-chest part near him, and you know you’re going to dance with him all night at prom.

“Cute huh? I’m buying you this...” Sanha teases and states, but you wouldn’t let him pay for this expensive, yet beautiful piece of clothing. -“Wh-no! You’re not.” You turn his shoulder for him to face you and he rolls on the bed and looks at you. “Says who?” He giggles, exposing his beautiful smile that never fails at erasing your serious face. -“Says me! Yoon sanha, you’re not buying this dress unless you don’t want me to come with you to the prom.” You found your manipulative way to stop him from adding the fairy dress to cart and he gives up. “Ok, fine. But it’s just because I want you to come with me, and I know that when you threat, you mean it.” He laughs but he’s right as well.

-“That’s right. Did it start yet?” You take the popcorn from the big plastic bag and open it as your other hand grabs the remote control, searching for the channel eunwoo’s drama is aired on.

Two days are left for the prom, and still you’ve been looking for a proper dress that doesn’t cost the same price as a kidney.

“Hello?” You answer the unfamiliar phone number from the unknown person who you couldn’t recognize by voice. -“Miss y/l/n?” He calls you by your last name, still no clue who calls people like that nowadays, and before you answer with something rude like ‘how did you get my number’, he says, -“I have a package for you, are you home now?” It sounds suspicious, so you run to the window where only you can see him through it, and realize it’s a delivery guy, still doesn’t look like someone you might know.

“I think it might be a mistake... I didn’t order anything.” You stutter in confusion. -“are you y/n who lives in (your address)?” He asks, looking for someone around. “Uhm... yeah...”

-“Then it’s not a mistake, I’m leaving it next to the front door, have a good day.”

You furrow your brows and watch him leave. When he’s completely out of your sight, you run to grab the big box, it’s not especially heavy.

Reaching your room, you throw it on your bed and rush to check the details, they’re all yours, except for the credit card number. That’s when you realize Sanha did pay for that dress, but having doubts, it’s been a while since you last talked about that dress, how come it only arrived now?

“AYO! I’m home!” Sanha shouts from downstairs, he’s like living at your place so he got used to calling it home. “Y/n, you’ll never believ-“ he gets closer to your bedroom.

-“Oh I’m gonna kill you YOON SANHA!” You throw a piece of paper at the big guy who just got home from school. “Holy- stop it!” You grab the pillow he use to sleep on with a picture of two of you printed on it, and about to throw it on him. “Oh you got the dress! Don’t you like it?!” He shouts back at you playfully. -“That’s the problem! I LOVE IT!” And with that last scream of yours, you both calm down and he approaches to give you a hug.

-“Why did you buy it?” Tears of joy and thankfulness fill up your eyes and stream down your cheeks when his shirt covers your face (if you’re tall, then you bury your face in his neck🙂👍🏻), your grip on the pillow releases and it meets the floor. Sanha caress your hair/back, not leaving your figure. “You know I couldn’t leave it there when I saw how your eyes sparkled looking at that dress, it’s perfect for you.”

-“What about my threats?” You lift your head to look at him, scanning his beautiful skin from closer. “You won’t miss the prom when you have a dress like this. We’ve been through a lot for me to not know you enough, y/n.”

It sounds like he was about to confess, little did you know you’re not feeling those strong heartbeats on your own.

On prom night it was the hardest. You couldn’t see Sanha for two days and had struggles falling asleep last night from being too excited. He only called once in those last days on face time to see you but nothing more, it was your decision because you wanted to make tonight special for both of you, and since you know each other, it’s not been more than one day without meeting.

My favorite boi: 7pm, bring yourself only😉

He sent you this text 5 hours ago, and you only replied with a short “k”, glancing at the same text from him every 10 minutes which makes your heart not beat in its regular beat, dancing with a different rhythm.

6:57pm, you look through the window to find his car in your sight, here it is, waiting for you. You only could see the light from his phone, and almost nothing else since it’s already dark outside.

My favorite boi: I’m here, call me when you’re ready😃

The moment he sent this text, you were already at your door, taking a last deep breath and walking out of your house.

“I’m also here.” You bend over to his car window and say quietly, scaring the hell out of him since he was focused on his phone. -“I- oh my god y/n you scared m...” Sanha’s phone finds itself on the car floor in seconds and you laugh at him, he rushes out of his car to approach you.

-“Wow...” his jaw is almost dropped staring at you with your new, fabulous dress he bought you. -“You look amazing.” He puts his hands in the pockets of his blue suit. “Oh stop, pick up your jaw and let’s go.” You tried to laugh the embarrassing situation off before you turn red and your makeup is ruined.

“You look amazing too though.” You shortly say as he opens the car door for you, trying to keep the straight face and not fall into a blushing mess.

You aren’t usually the type to dance insanely infront of everyone in parties, but when he asked your hand for a slow dance, your heart started jumping in a new beat, taking his hand while he walks you to center of the dance floor.

The lights are dark and there’s a romantic atmosphere. Suddenly you get lost in Sanha’s eyes and he get lost in yours, holding your left hand with his own, while his other is resting on your waist, gently, almost uncomfortably holding it.

“What? Do I look beautiful?” You roll your eyes when you can tell he’s about to compliment you.

-“You are.” He giggles and gulps at how fascinating you look with this dress, this close to him. “Ugh...” you sigh and roll your eyes again at him, try hiding your smile with biting your bottom lip. “It’s only because you can’t see me well, it’s dark here.” You brain is telling to stop distracting yourself and do what you planned to, confess. -“You’re always beautiful.” He says and makes you look at him again, staring into the flashlights in his sparkling eyes. -“Besides, I see you very well from here, and you’re all I can see.” He warms your heart more than he should do, and it feels like exploding soon.

“Sanha...” you say his name softly, feeling weak in your knees suddenly, but he holds you tighter as the song gets to its peak. Your arms wrap themselves instinctively around his neck and his around your waist.

-“I love you y/n.” The music is loud, your and his heartbeats are even louder, but his words are all you could hear. At this point you didn’t see anyone and nothing else but him. You say nothing but a shock attacks you and you only stare at him, not even blinking.

“You ruined my plans.” You joke to release the tension. -“huh?” He widens his eyes. “I wanted to tell you I love you, so I guess I just love you bac-“ you sound like it was normal talking about love with him, but inside, you were freaking out. He cuts you off before you finish talking with attaching his plumped lips against yours, kissing you softly while holding your neck.

You tighten the grip on his neck and pull him closer to deepen the kiss, as he smiles through the kiss and pulls away slowly.

-“It’s been years since I’ve fallen for you.”

“I’m so glad we feel the same. I love you Sanha.”

[lokihzra]

Brother

Summary: Loki x avengers au, idk man Loki isn’t dead, he missed Thor, nobody trusts him, Tony and Banner feel bad, Loki is slightly losing it but won’t tell anyone

“Loki!” Thor hears Thanos growl as he picks himself off the ground, Rogers is on the ground beside Thanos, Loki holding the gauntlet, if it weren’t for the purple kool-aid man yelling his name Thor would swear he’s dreaming “drop-“ Thanos starts to growl again, starting to stand “lovely to see you again but i must be going now” Lokis smirks before disappearing in a green light. Thor feels his knees wanting to give out but he doesn’t let them “where is he” Thanos growls grabbing Thor by his throat and lifting him off the ground “i., dont, know” Thor wheezes out trying breathe better. “here” he hears his brothers voice to his right, so faint he barely heard it “snap now” Loki states and he looks over to see Loki standing beside banner as the latter screams in pain as he veins light up different colours and then Thanos drops him, he wheezes, catching his breath as he watches Thanos running over to them and without a thought he throws stormbreaker at him and the overgrown eggplant trips over it as Loki holds his palms out and spreads them apart. Thor stops getting up as he sees a green barrier surround his brother and Banner. “Bruce!” Loki spins around to face the man in his hulk form and he replies with a snap. For some reason Loki expects himself to fade away, like ash but he opens his eyes to all of Thanos’ men, ships and the man himself slowly dissolving into thin air. He lets the barrier down watching as the man that tortured and controlled him weakly walked over to a pile of rubble and takes a seat on it “good to see you again reindeer games” Tony pants from a couple feet away before he lays back down exhausted I did it.

“How the hell are you here?!” Natasha threatens sitting on top of Loki and holding a knife to his throat “brother, help please” he looks at Thor who’s still shocked standing still not saying anything “shut up” she snarls pressing the knife harder into his throat, now if it wasn’t his own dagger he wouldn’t be scared “let me up and i’ll tell you all everything” he stares her directly in the eyes hoping that she can see that he’s being honest for once in his life, after a second of glaring she hesitantly removes the knife and stands,never stopping her glare. He lets out a sigh before getting up “did you all really think it would be that easy for me to die?” he asks “well he did see your dead body” clint says obviously disappointed while pointing at Thor, he notices his brother still never moved “brother?” he tries to get his attention ignoring everyones eyes on him, doesnt work “brother” Thor doesnt respond and Loki lets out a mix of a groan and a sigh “can you smack him or something?” he asks Bruce and the man frowns “he was kicking your ass on Sakaar don’t worry about it” Bruce’s mouth moves up and down in surprise before finally saying “you’re Ragnarok Loki?” and he frowns “you’re the Loki that fought and died for his people, not the 2012 Loki that was trying to take over New York” Bruce simply says “god you guys are slow” Natasha sighs before turning and punching Thor in the face, it does the trick but doesn’t hurt him which kinda hurts Nat’s ego “i saw you die” Thor says offended and Loki smirks “so you’ve said before” his smile drops and he sighs going to sit on the couch, Thor, Banner and Tony following right away “so i actually did die but since Hela also died, the names in Hells book wouldnt apply, basically Hell was closed until it found a new owner, there was no other place for me to go but reincarnation, took 5 damn years for my body to regenerate though” he smiles happily “then where will Thanos go” Nat asks and Loki can hear the fear in her voice “oh he’s going to Hell” Loki nods smiling harder “i thought you just said Hell’s closed” Tony frowns taking a sip of his drink “not anymore” he takes Tonys drink and downs it in one gulp ignoring the mans offended look instead focusing on Peter i think that’s his name as he asks “then whos the new owner, or ruler?” He’s sitting with his arms crossed on the armrest of the chair that Doctor Strange is in “me” Loki smirks looking directly at Doctor Strange showing that i am completely unfazed by your suspicion of me so stop glaring “wait why’d you show up after the snap?” Tony says taking a seat again with a new drink and Loki barely stops himself from flinching when did he get up? “my soul was stuck in the soul stone so when you snapped my soul took that opportunity to reunite with my body and then I had to become the ruler of Hell so i took a bit longer than everyone else” 

“can we trust you?” Steve asks standing beside peter and doctor strange 

“No you cant, i saved the planet for nothing” Loki states sarcastically he then sighs becoming serious “i’ll admit it, i was under mind control when i tried to take over new york but i knew what i was doing, i couldnt say anything because thanos and his people had a psychic connection with me” he looks at Thor knowing he remembers the fight on Stark Tower but he flinched when stark places something around his wrists “this will disable your magic and shock you if you try and leave the building, just until we trust you” Stark adds on when he sees Loki tense “in the meantime you can train people” Stark gets up and downs his drink placing the cup in the sink “i’ll have FRIDAY and Happy make up your room” and Stark walks out almost everyone follows behind him excluding Natasha, Banner,Wanda and Thor. “you so much as act suspicious and i’ll kill you”  Nat snarls

“you think you can win against me?” Loki smirks looking up from the little silver bracelets around his wrists “i got you down 10 minutes ago” she smiles and Loki loves that the smug look on her face will be gone soon

“i don’t favour hitting girls” he leans back placing an arm over the back of the couch and smirks when Natasha gets up and leaves

“what the hell is there to do around here?” he asks “can’t use my magic so what can i do?” he looks to Thor  but his brother still looks kind of shocked   ”it’s no fair putting me up against you if you can bend yourself at 90 degrees” Natasha pants as Loki holds out a hand for her “your enemies don’t care what’s fair” she takes it as he pulls her up with ease “to them it’s simply an advantage” she frowns at him while raising her fists and getting back into a fighting stance and without hesitation she throwing punches faster than a storm but Loki has no problem dodging them. As he dodges one he grabs her arm and moves so that hes standing beside her, her arm straight out and pressed against his chest he pushes down on her chest at the same time that he kicks her legs out from under her but before she can hit the ground he moves his left hand to the back of her head saving her from smacking it into the floor i don’t know how weak these mortals are.He lets go leaving her on the ground panting once again “you’re not skilled enough for me to train” he states walking over to a boxing ring and sitting on the edge “is that a challenge?” she raises her brow easily standing up with confidence “no, it’s a fact” Loki says seriously and Tony barges in “he’s right Cruella DeVille” clearly a jab at her platinum blonde and auburn hair, he points towards the door “can you take off please? i have to talk to Rock of Ages alone” Tony whispers once hes close enough to Natasha and she glares at Loki not wanting to leave him alone with Tony but does as asked.  

“you look weird in normal clothes” Tony states once Natasha’s gone studying his grey sweater, black sweatpants and green t-shirt peeking out from under the sweater “you came to talk about my clothes?” Loki asks but Tony dismisses him waving his hands “no no no no” he places his hands in his pockets “just came to warn you that if you so much as act suspicious” he points towards the ceiling “i’ve asked FRIDAY to crank the heat up in whatever room you’re in until you pass out” and in response Loki raises his wrists looking to the silver bracelets “lucky i cant do anything then” Tony smirks “trust is a two way street Diva, i’m willing to trust you so you gotta give us something” he paces a bit “i let you snap these on me without killing you” he raises a wrist again “if i recall, if it weren’t for me you would be dead right now” Loki leans back against the boxing rings barrier and smirks a bit at the shock on Tonys face “what?” he asks after a second “you’re almighty Doctor Strange didn’t tell you?” Loki leans forward resting his elbows on his knees and for a second Tony can see 2012 Loki “you were supposed to snap” Loki states lowly and Tony feels numb.

“how did you know?” Doctor Strange directs at Loki who’s sitting calmly on the couch despite the chaos in the room but Tony interrupts “ah, don’t try and change the subject Bonnie Bennett” Doctor Strange frowns in confusion obviously not knowing who that is “you knew i was going to die thats why you gave Thanos the time stone?” Tony asks and states at the same time “Loki was already dead, you were the last hope” Strange says solemnly and it pisses Tony off “don’t try and act like you feel guilty, you would do anything if it meant saving the planet including letting my daughter grow up without a father” Strange didn’t know what to say because he couldn’t deny it, so instead he turned to Loki who still sat calmly on the couch “how did you know?” he asks no emotion and Loki leans forward slightly eyeing him “how long have you been studying Mystic Arts?” Strange looks up in thought and quickly answers “almost 4 years now” Loki looks disappointed like he expected longer “i’ve been studying every single form of magic for over a thousand years, you really think i haven’t mastered prophecy? my mother was the goddess of prophecy” he leans back relaxing and he looks surprised when Thor speaks to him, they haven’t really talked since he got back “mother taught you prophecy? Loki nods with an “mhmm” 

“Mother” Thor asked walking up to his mother who sat on the bench on a balcony “Why do people hate Loki?” he asks taking a seat beside her, Thor was a curious kid “i don’t think they hate him they’re just-” she paused looking out towards the scenery of Asgard while thinking “biased” and Thor looks at her in pure confusion “well my dear son, It is taught that men are meant to fight, that they’re supposed to be strong and at the head of battle, but your brother fights differently, he doesnt go for throwing punches, he prefers things to be quick because he doesn’t like fighting that much so he uses magic as an advantage” she says looking her teen son in the eye “and because of that people think he’s weak or scared but you know what I think” she asks and Thors anger turns back to curiosity “what” he smiles widely making Frigga smile too “I think your brother can be the best fighter there is, i think he can be a healer, a sorcerer and that’s what makes him special, thats what makes people fear and loathe him”

“I only use it when needed” Loki looks at him and Thor tries to hide the fact that he zoned out by trying to make it look like he was thinking “the sun will shine on us again” and Loki doesn’t look ashamed or mad he simply smirks with a nod “all of you are needed for that” Loki looks at everyone in the room “so where are the Gaurdians?” Loki ignores Thors frown because Loki shouldn’t know about them and Steve shakes his head with his arms crossed obviously weary of Loki “we don’t know” Tony walks out “they went to find Flash Gordons woman” Natasha rolls her eyes “can’t you ask that Bifrost keeper of yours if he can see them?” she questions and Scott budges in “yeah lets just go to the new Asgard and ask” he says enthusiastically “Heimdall is dead” Loki and Thor say at the same time and Loki frowns at it “Thanos killed him for sending Banner back when Thanos destroyed our ship” he gets up and heads into the connecting kitchen behind the couch Loki is on “so we have no way of finding them” he says grabbing a beer out of the fridge and Loki wants to fucking stab him “Heimdall wanted me to be his successor awhile ago” Loki says turning to face Thor and he sees his brother almost spit out his beer i wish he did “taught me how to see people but im not as good as him, i don’t know if i could see them considering they could be anywhere” Thor takes another swig of his beer “well practice for a couple days” he says nonchalantly and walks away 

“he’s probably just not used to you being here after 5 years” he hears Tony behind him and senses how close he is, he spins around catching Tony’s hand before the man can pat his back in comfort “try and touch me again” Loki snarls squeezing Tonys hand so tight the man cant help but groan lightly “and i’ll break all 14 knuckles in your hand” Loki stands up and let’s go of Tony hand harshly walking out and leaving everyone stunned he was making such good progress “im gonna kill him” Natasha says happily going to follow after him but of course Steve has to stop her “even without magic he’s stronger than us” Nastasha frowns at him he looks at Tony still rubbing his left hand in pain “Thor crushed your suit with his bare hands, I imagine Loki can snap those bracelets off like nothing, we shouldn’t push him” 

The next day Loki sat quietly on the couch reading a book, Thor at the other end, Peter sitting in an armchair playing with a colourful cube and Bruce in the other writing things down in a notebook, “hey i’ve always wondered” Peter says and Loki looks up to see him looking right at him and Thor “Asgardians dont speak english so how can we communicate?” he fiddles with the colourful cube in his hands waiting for an answer “it’s called an AllSpeak, it allows Asgardians to speak any and every language” Loki says still flipping through his book he resists flinching when stark bursts through the door with a clap a group of people following in behind him “ok meeting in session” he says with a smile “cap please stop fucking around with mewmew we know you’re worthy” steve stops and drops mjolnir before anyone can see him and gets serious “its mjolnir” Thor retorts and Tony brushes him off “we got a signal on Rockets ship, they got here about 20 minutes ago so they should be here soon” Natasha sits down beside Loki careful not to touch him “and,Peter” the teen straightens up in his seat “Loki is going to train you” Loki doesn’t react but he hears the kid let out a nervous laugh “im just a kid i can’t win against a god” Loki can see Peter point at him out of the corner of his eye and he resists the urge to snap his wrist nobody here is going to hurt you, you are fine, you are safe “you’re the only other person that can compare to his agility and flexibility, not to mention you got spidey sense” Peter raises his eyebrows looking at Steve like he’s lost it “he’s a sorcerer, surely he can block me from sensing him” Loki smirks and closes his eyes concentrating, drowning out the  conversation and once he thinks he’s got it he whips his book at Peter and the teen catches it a split second before it hits him, letting out a breath that he held “Loki!” Thor says like he’s scolding a child “guess i can’t block you out” he holds out a hand towards Peter and he looks confused “the book?” and Peters face drops in realization before throwing the book back to Loki “what if you could block him out?” Steve says and Loki can hear the anger “then a book would have hit him in the face” Loki states going back to reading “someones coming” Peter states looking towards the door the second he feels the hairs on his neck stand up “oh it’s probably the Gaurdians” Tony says sitting beside Peter and he’s right when the door busts open 2014 Gamora, Nebula, Drax, Rocket, Mantis, Quill and Groot walk in “My friends” Thor gets up happily to walk over to them and Loki hides his jealousy, Thors been out of it for days so he turns to see who got his bubbly brother bubbly again and then Loki couldnt breathe, he felt like mjolnir was sitting on his chest when the hammer was clearly nowhere near him, he could barely hear, he felt like he was being held underwater “you’ve heard of my brother” he hears Thor through the drowning in his ears and no matter how much Loki wants to run he cant panicking, trying to swim back to the surface, screaming for help but nothing comes, “Loki?” Gamora says like she couldn’t believe her eyes, she couldnt believe he was alive is the first thing in Lokis mind “you know him?” Thor turns to Gamora frowning he feels his nerves turn to ice, ironic since he’s a Frost Giant “my father made me torture him” Gamora says quietly and Loki can hear and feel her remorse but that isnt enough. That doesnt make up for the 547 days that he was tortured, the 547 days he begged for his brother and mother, the 547 days that he thought he was safe only to be met with Thanos and Gamora again and again, the 547 days he tried to keep himself together, the 500 days that he kept his pride together, the 47 days that he wished for death, the 47 days that he prayed to any God that it would be over soon it doesnt make up for the 547 days of pure agony and suffering, filled with illusions, blood, broken promises and so much pain. 

He must’ve froze in shock because Bruce snaps him out of it “Loki? hey?” Loki looks at Bruce trying to control his breathing then back to Gamora, Nebula and Thor, he couldn’t do it. He snapped the bracelet off his left wrist like glass, Natasha grabbed his wrist trying to stop him but he twisted her wrist causing her to fall to the floor and before anyone else could get close enough the second bracelet was gone and so was he. “what the fuck just happened” Natasha said sitting up on the floor “Thor go check your brothers room” Tony points at him Thor looks between him and Gamora obviously trying to process everything “go!” Tony yells and finally Thor listens ignoring his heartbeat in his ears “Loki wouldn’t be in his room” Steve spits “we gotta check the perimeter, ask Valkyrie to check around Asg-“ 

“No, Loki wants us to trust him and if that’s true then he’ll be in his room” Tony emphasizes the last part walking out past everyone to the elevator “FRIDAY check for Loki on the cameras, get back to me as soon as you find him” He doesnt look at anyone as the elevator doors close “Yes boss” FRIDAY says automatically.

continuing on AO3

[bluemedallion]

So I started the hogwarts au like i dunno, 3 weeks ago? And i wasnt like, sure into dsmp lore by then. I like threw myself into the mcyt fandom shdhs.

I think I was like, kinda in it, finally understanding how to keep up with the lore, but only really paid attention to the ccs I already knew about (the dteam, wilbur and tommy, some others).

So when I made the hogwarts au I like, it was still good. But because I'm me i did it the way i wanted, and decided to center the au mostly around the charas i knew. Idk if i mentioned it anywhere but i made a list of like, the charas i cared about most to least.

The ones near the top were the ones I knew the most about, so I decided to put a list of like 10ish of the ccs i knew the most about and only went into the complicated lore (what their wands were, what their pets were, their patronuses, etc) for those ccs

But heres the problem

Now more stuff has been added to the dsmp, and I'm finally caught up with lore so I'm like, actively here now. I joined around like, ok so I first heard of and was looking at the smp when the s1 finale happened. Then I spent maybe like 2 weeks figuring shit out? I think i started actively watching Tommy's streams (he was the only one i watched at first besides george, now i still mostly do tommy and techno but i also love watching Karl's streams, ranboos, but the rest of the lore is a lil hard for me to keep up with lol @starwither on tumblr is my savior) like, maybe a week before i made the hog au. Ok I'll be honest i dont remember the exact timeline, but luckily for you it's not relevant at all

So the problem is, over the past 3 weeks I got into the lore officially sticking with the streams, exploring different characters, and actually looking at the rest of the streamers instead of the main ones I lister previously

So now, like, for example I did not know who fundy was at all. I had heard of quackity and realized he was super relevant to the schlatt arc cause I think I was catching up to that at the time so he was on the lsit, but I didnt know shit about fundy besides that he was Wilbur's son in canon so I was like "ok I'll make him younger than will but idk him so I wont put him in the list"

But now I've watched more shit and like--- I'm love him🥺🥺🥺

But I already went and added all the random facts and itll be so much work to add fundy and ranboo and the ppl I know better now that i think will be more involved in the stories cause ik them better

But ugh so much workkkkk😔😔😔😔😔

But honestly I'm probably gonna do it

At least for fundy and ranboo (and possibly quig and pete they're not dsmp but they're crazy relevant cause I mean look at their mccs)

I'm p sure there are others but those are the main 2 I can think of that I didnt know shit about before

Ugh the problem is also that I just dont know nobody

Like captain puffy I decided to make a prefect literally last second so thered be 2 relevant chara 5th year prefects, but like, that was a guess I havent seen a single stream of hers. I'm thinking I'm gonna go through mcc vods of diff teams to try and knock off 2 stones at once (learning charas AND deciding their strengths and weaknesses in the hcc and quidditch n stuff)

Last night I went and finally did quidditch shit (I dont know how quidditch works I had to do research shdhshd idk shit) and I didnt have enough charas

I based it on rocket spleef (yall dont even know this yet my tumblr followers yall get sneak peek) and so I had like, maybe 10 charas I wanted for sure on teams. Then I had like 4ish that didnt do mcc but i thought i wanted them on a team (example: minx)

And that sounds like a lot yeah

Then I realized that it equals out to like 3 members per house and theres supposed to be 7----

So I kinda bsed the rest of the team

I went to the list of caring most to least, looked at the least section cause that's streamers that I dont know ANYTHING ABOUT but they're still current mcytbers/streamers so yeah

And I basically just threw all the ones who were in mcc into it 🤡🤡🤡

And I also bsed their houses so bad cause I DONT KNOW THEM HSHDSHS so it's probably fucking awful but I once again do not care

I still only ended up with 5 ppl per team but it's fine I mostly just didnt add some chasers theyll just be Generic BG Character That's Probably A Fandom Character That I'll Yearn For Someone To Comment About

I cant wait to post the quidditch chapter smile

Anyways rant over lmaoooo

Uhhh if you read to the end you get a prize

(Heres your prize!!!!: the temporary title of tHE NEXT IDEA FOR THE SERIES 👀👀👀👀 IM WORKING ON IT RIGHT NOWWWWWWWW)

"Brothers Bond by Making Drugs"

[faefictions]

Overworked

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word Count: 1605 

Request: Hey darling! If you are taking requests, could I ask for one where the reader is Harrison’s gf and she’s really overworking herself until she faints and it’s all flully and cute? It’s totally okay if you don’t take requests or don’t to do it! Thank you xx 💗 

(Ok, I changed it a lil, just like always, but I hope you still love it!!! Thank you for this request, it killed off my current writers block)

Sometimes being forgetful had its downfalls. Birthdates were in one ear out the other. Plans almost never followed through because you could never recall the conversations in which you had them. You could memorize song lyrics like nobody's business, but anything else, you would forget in an instant.

Your forgetful nature, mixed with your new job as a PA on set for one of the new Spiderman movies, produced nothing but trouble for you. In hindsight, this probably wasn't the best career for you. You probably shouldn't have chosen a job that required you to remember things for more than 5 minutes. But you found ways to make it work.

The notes app on your phone was riddled with endless little reminders. You had alarms for every single event or meeting you had to get to. You even had pictures of coworkers that you had discreetly taken, all labeled with their names and any important information.

Despite your system, there were a few things you still often forgot. You could go entire days without eating, not because you didn’t want to, it was just because you didn’t even think about it until you were home late at night and realized your last meal was almost 24 hours prior. You would be running all day and the second you sat down, you would realize that you hadn't sat all day. You were exhausting yourself simply because you couldn’t remember to take the time to take care of yourself.

Despite this problem, you had made a name for yourself on set. Everyone loved you within the first week. Your sweet personality and willingness to do whatever was asked of you was something hard to come by. The only other PA that was as well liked as you was Harrison Osterfield himself. It was hard not to like him. Even if he weren’t best friends with the star of the movie, he was hard working and cared about the people around him more than he did his job.

The two of you became friends fast, and the longer you worked together, the harder it was to keep your feelings in check. The last thing you wanted was a workplace relationship, but he was irresistible. And little did you know, he felt the exact same way.

It didn’t take long for him to notice that you would wear yourself out. The circles under your eyes got darker every week, and you were losing weight a little too quickly. He was worried about you, but every time he would try to address it, you would brush it off. You knew it wasn't healthy, but you were too embarrassed to talk about it. It felt ridiculous, being so forgetful that you just forgot to take care of yourself.

It got worse when filming started up in a different city. The routine of being in your own apartment was replaced by a foreign hotel room. Not only that, but production was more demanding in the new location. You thought it was impossible to work any harder, but man were you wrong.

After the first week, you practically fell asleep the second you hit your mattress, but the second week, you had to work later into the night.

On that Thursday, Harrison was sitting at a table, eating with Tom and Zendaya as he watched you scurry from place to place. He could tell that there wasn’t a spring in your step, like usual, and he worried that they were overworking you more than usual. He couldn’t recall seeing you stop to take a breath since you had walked on set 10 hours ago.

As Tom was mid-sentence, Harrison excused himself from the table and jogged to catch up with you.

"Y/n, wait up," he called after you, but you just barely slowed down to let him catch up.

"Where are you going?" He asked when he caught up with you.

"Just need to get a few props to set, on my way to find them."

"Why don't you give me the list, I can go find them."

"Nah, it’s fine. It'll only take me a minute."

"Y/n, take a break, I can handle it."

"Harrison, I'm fine. I just need to do this really quick."

You were too stubborn for your own good, so Harrison gave you a half hearted smile and let you be on your way. At least he had tried.

He finished eating and went back to set with Tom. He stood off to the side, watching the scene play out, but that's not where his attention was. Instead, he was focused on you as you spoke to one of the director’s assistants. You looked like you were about to be sick, but you were acting just as you normally would.

Harrison knew you needed to rest, but there was no way you were going to do it.

After the director called cut, you parted ways with the other assistant and started to walk towards the door, but about halfway there, it hit you.

You stopped in your tracks and steadied yourself on the nearest table. Your hearing began to fade, and all you could feel was an uneasiness in your stomach.  Once Harrison saw you stumble, he ran, and he was just fast enough to catch you as you fell and blacked out.

Surprisingly, it didn't catch the attention of anyone but him and another PA, but he let them know he had it handled.

After a few seconds, your eyes fluttered open, and you looked up to meet Harrison’s concerned gaze.

"Hey, just rest for a second, please," he pleaded as you tried to get up.

You simply nodded, too confused about what was happening to form a proper response.

"What happened?"

"You blacked out. I told you that you needed to take a break," he chuckled, but there was no humor behind it.

"When was the last time you ate?" He asked.

You blushed, too embarrassed to admit that it hadn't been since the night before. You were running on an empty stomach and 2 cups of coffee. And when you told him that, you expected him to roll his eyes, but instead, he offered his hand to you.

He gently helped you up and steadied you as you walked outside. Despite the embarrassment of the situation, you couldn’t help but be a little flustered with how sweetly and slowly he walked with you, glancing down at you every few seconds to make sure you were still ok in his grip. When you reached the caterer, he sat you down at a table and commanded you to sit and stay put.

"I swear to god, if you get up while I'm gone, I will hunt you down," he joked.

So you stayed put, and you had to admit, it was nice to just sit for a minute.

When Harrison returned, he had a bottle of water and a small plate of food. He set it in front of you and sat beside you, not saying another word.

You ate in silence, and when you were done, you shyly turned towards him and thanked him.

"No need to thank me. You really need to be taking time out of the day to do this, though, y/n. I-I worry about you."

Your eyes began to tear up out of embarrassment. You knew it seemed pathetic to let it get this bad, but you were just so focused on working, it was hard to take time for yourself.

"Hey, come here," he whispered at the sight of your tears, and he gently pulled you closer to him.

He shushed you, trying his best to avoid gaining any attention from the people passing by. He held you tightly until you stopped shaking, and when your sobs quieted, he pulled away to wipe a tear.

"I'm sorry," was all you could muster up before tears threatened to choke you again.

"There is nothing to be sorry for, Love. I just want you to take care of yourself."

"I know. And I know that I can do better. But it's just hard to remember sometimes."

He was a little dumbfounded by this. He didn’t know you as well as some, but he knew you enough to know that you had alarms for EVERYTHING. You were the most organized person he had ever met, and you made double sure to remember everything. But he guessed it never occurred to him that that must have stemmed from somewhere.

"Give me your phone," he gently commanded. You gave him a questioning look, but unlocked it and handed it over.

You watched as he opened up your alarm app, chuckled at the amount of alarms that were there, and then began to add a new one.

"1:00 PM Lunch with Harrison" set for every weekday.

"There, now you cant forget."

"But what if someone needs me to do something at that time?"

"Then you send them my way, and I'll take care of it for you. You have no excuse now," he chuckled.

You tried to hide your smile, and luckily, just as a blush was about to creep up onto your cheeks, someone called his name, letting him know he was needed back on set.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at 1,” he smiled and gave you a side hug before he got up and ran back to where he had left Tom a few minutes prior.

Sure enough, for the next week, you showed up at lunch everyday at 1PM, and sat with Harrison’s company while you finally got some rest.

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[decrescending]

initial hadestown original broadway cast recording thoughts: woop this will be long bc i HAV so much

1. HOLY SH*T THE NEW PERSEPHONE VERSE! who’s doing the best she can? persephone! THATS WHO! i dont condone alcoholism but it definitely is a consequence of hades and persephone’s troubled marriage

2. um so whats up with seph introducing herself again in our lady of the underground

3. CMON GREEN THANG lmao hermes. the cast‘s reactions here is so cute uwu. i missed the slurping tho lmao for me it made livin it up on top tHAT song

4. seph and hermes taking orpheus parts in way down MAKES SENSE yall. im 100% on board. they know what happens in Hell and the mortals dont know shit

5. BRIAN DRYE ON THAT TROMBONE HOLY SH*T!

6. You’re early. I missed ya. F*CKING KILLS ME. EVERY SINGLE TIME

7. huh they really did skip to hey little songbird me for 0.005 seconds

8. PUTANGINA GAGO AJHSHJSHJASHSKH PATRICK PAGE!!!!!! HOW IS A GOD LIKE YOU ALLOWED TO WALK THIS EARTH???? HE KEEPS GETTING BETTER EVERY RECORDING IM IN TEARS I LOVE!!!!!

9. EVA’S where are you now, orpheusss?? GUYS I CANT STOP THE TEARS HOLY SH*T im always looking forward to this part bc it SHOWS so much about eurydice’s character and this productions’s portrayal of her relationship with orpheus

10. I FORGOT TO CLOSE MY MOUTH WTF IM STILL IN GOOSEBUMPS

11. WATCHU GON DO WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN??? NOOOOOOOW THAT THE CHIPS ARE DOWN? F*CKING LAY DOWN MY FACE FOR YOU TO STEP ON!!! these fates are so dang sassy I STAN

12. they sound so full and menacing SHOOT TO KILL indeed

13. eva my baby :((((((((( im gone’s gasp!!! I AM SO DEAD TOO

14. jewelle’s in her skiiiin growl and basically every line ender of this song SLAPS

15. wait for me’s opening notes!!!!! FOREVER FAV

16. mR. HERMES! really do radiate mr. sTaRK! energy

17. orpheus sings with all my heart. kill me the f*ck now

18. AT THIS POINT IM JUST SOBBING

19. who are youuu?? THE FATES REALLY PERSONIFY DOUBT™

20. ajdhasjdhashk you can hear when the set changes!

21. HERMES SINGING WITH ORPHEUS IN I AM NOT ALOOONE! F*CK I HADNT THOUGHT ID LOVE THIS SONG MORE BUT HERE WE GO

22. I’ve talked before how i prefer broadway’s wait for me over nytw’s. I STILL DO

23. THEY TOOK OUT EURYDICE’S SOLO IN WHY WE BUILD THE WALL????

24. in a way i do understand bc it singles out eurydice too much and at an outside vantage point it didnt really need to happen bc all the solo does is present eurydice’s thoughts at this point. IM STILL DISAPPOINTED THOUGH

25. asjdhfjkdh my dumbass only now realized that anything can happen on the factory floor when the foreman turns his back is about persephone’s illegal spring club lmao

26. anybody want a drink? NEVER fails to make me laugh

27. i love our lady of the underground and livin it up on top but didnt seph already introduce herself in livin? sounds redundant tbh

28. but it gets us amber aND I AM HERE FOR IT. I JUST LOVE HER OKAY

29. THIS MUSICAL NAMING EVERY SINGLE BAND MEMBER! I WILL LOVE FOREVER AND EVER! ALSO THE CAST REACTING IS SO CUTE AND SUPPORTIVE

30. BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOu wANT stAAARRRS????? I DIDNT KNOW IT COULD GET BETTER!

31. tell my husband to take his time hades’ infidelity confirmed :/

32. ITS FLOWERS! EVA MY BABY I LOVE YOU

33. oh no theres no growling, shes playing it softer than onstage????????

34. IM KINDA DISAPPOINTED LIKE 1% BC I LOVED THE GROWLING-REGRETFUL-ANGRY-AT-HERSELF EURYDICE SO MUCH

35. OOPS NEVERMIND HER youuUUUUU, the one who i left behind RESSURECTED ME

36. andre’s super soft road to hell intro :((((((((((((((((((((((((((( i BAWL

37. its a sad song, its a sad tale, iTS A TRAGEDY. its a sad song. bUT WE SING IT ANYWAY GODS ANAIS. This song perfectly captures hadestown’s mythical origins. I WILL LOVE FOREVER AND EVER

38. u can hear the cracking in andre’s voice in iTS A SAD SONGs and the cast! the harmonies! I STAN EVERY SINGLE ONE

39. we’re gonna sing it again and again always ALWAYS KILLS ME HOLY SHIT

40. OHMY GOD THAT WAS A WILD F*CKING RIDE lets play it again! (and again)

notice how they released the songs highlighting the four tony nominated cast members? bar wait for me, which is a CLASSIC fav. i mean i get it, even if we wanted reeve to be nominated and even if the cast wants to, MORE SO than we do i daresay, they had to make sure the nominated ones get as much exposure as they can

ALSO i really love the sentiment that hadestown’s many versions and iterations actually makes it SO TRUE to mythology. myths and stories gets passed down in yeARS and generations until we mix whats right or wrong and better or worse. somebody posted about this a long time ago im sorry i cant remember you :( but thats what makes it so beautiful!! YOU CANT JUST F*CKING DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT! we all have our preferences and no one’s is the same as the person beside them but its the same musical we all adore.

also im still laughing about this but i forgot to include it up top dANA LYN! on the vioLIN!! LMAO

[fanficsrusz]

My Obligation Final Part - Keanu Reeves Mini Series

A/n: since this was a mini series, i didn't want to do a lot of parts so i feel like 3 parts is the perfect amount. Requested by @ringa-starr.

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Keanu practically wore away the floor with all the pacing had done that night. He felt lost, numb, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to save his wife and his unborn baby. 

As the hours went by and the police dwindled away, he was soon left alone in the house. He dragged his body upstairs, the floorboards creaking under each step he took. He made his way past the pictures of Deidra hung on the wall, unable to look at them fearing the guilt of not being able to protect her would eat away at him. 

He found himself stood in the middle of the nursery, the only source of light came from the full moon outside. Shadows danced across the walls and the once happy room was now a constant reminder of how he was a failure of a husband, a failure of a father. 

He dropped to his knees, his heart heavy in his chest as he unleashed the tears he had been holding in. His sobs echoed through the empty halls. He sat there for ages as the tears poured from his eyes, until his sadness turned to anger.  He had to find her and he would do anything to get her back.

~

Deidra jumped awake, her vision taken away by a thin piece of material. Only a blurred outline of a light was visible. She let out a soft whimper as memories flooded back to her.

The first thought that rushed through her head was making sure the baby was ok. The baby must have known what she was thinking as it kicked letting Deidra know it was ok. 

She relaxed for a second before realising she was still in danger. 

She tried to remember as much as she could but her head hurt. She raised a hand to remove the blindfold slowly, scared of what it hides. 

The light blinded her momentarily but she blinked away the pain. 

She expected more than a bedroom. She expected cells with torture devices placed around but all there was was a bedroom. A small bed with a few teddy bears, a side table, a vanity and posters. If anything it was a normal bedroom.

Deidra looked around as she slowly stood from her spot on the floor. Her back hurt as she used the wall for support. 

"I wouldn't move if i was you" a soft voice came from the dark doorway and Deidra jumped 10 feet into the air. 

A young girl, maybe 19, came into view. She was slim, tall, an average girl. Straight brown hair was slick to her head, a sharp contrast to her pale skin and piercing blue eyes stared at her. Deidra knew just by looking at them that they held so many secrets. 

The girl stepped deeper into the room and Deidra felt small in comparison to her. The light in the room bounced of something in her grip. A small knife clutched in her hand. 

"please" Deidra whispered sinking back to the floor "i just want to go back to my home". The girl continued to walk closer before stopping inches away from her. 

"I think you mean my house" the girl looked down at Deidra's stomach and extended her hand. 

Without thinking Deidra swatted her hand away, not wanting the psycho anywhere near her baby. 

The girl pulled away angrily before standing. 

"I never understood what he saw in you" she stood and moved over to a TV that hung on the wall. Turning it on before stepping back. 

She flicked through the channels and Deidra felt a tear slip down her face. 

"why are you doing this?" she whimpered, the only response she got was a hush. Deidra turnt to the tv as the girl turned on the news. 

“Tonight, shock and horror as Keanu Reeves pregnant wife Deidra Reeves has been kidnapped by a deranged fan known as Samantha Clerk. Samantha is known to the police for having stalked Mr Reeves 3 years ago. She was arrested for breaking and entering and given a 2 year sentence. More on the story later. '' Samantha's picture flashed onto the screen and Deidras eyes went wide as she realised who had taken her.

“See you're finally becoming famous by yourself. No need to steel Keanus light anymore” she turned to stare at Deidra. 

“It's you. You're the fan that Keanu told me about”  Deidra tried to stand again and samantha stormed her way over, stopping once centimeters from her face. 

“We would have been together by now if you hadn't got in the way. We love each other. It should be my Obligation to keep him happy, not you” samantha poken deidra’s chest as she spat through her teeth. 

Deidra just cried “ please just let me go. I don't understand what you want from me” the girl begged as she felt the baby move inside her, something it did whenever its mother became scared. 

“Why would I let you go? You’re a one way ticket to him. As long as I have you, i have keanu” her eyes lit up as she spoke of the man but darkened as she turned back to her hostage.

 “Please. I- my- im pregnant” she stammered out and samantha just smiled. 

“Oh I know. You see…” she stepped closer and leaned down to the bump, Deidra turned protectively but Samantha grabbed her arm harshly as she pushed her back into the wall stopping her from moving. Deidra let out a pained moan as the girl continued to talk. 

“I got out of prison 2 years ago and by that time he had already married you. At first I just planned on killing you, getting rid of you the easy way. But then you got pregnant and i had an idea. Why not take the baby as my own instead and then kill you that way i would have a family instantly.”  the knife she was holding was bought up and held inches from Deidra's eye. Deidra could do nothing but cry, she couldn't run or she would be caught within seconds. She had no other choice but to play along with the insane game of the girl. 

“You should get comfy. You're going to be here for a while. Don't worry, I'll take care of the baby” 

~~~~~~

Hours turned to days, days turned to weeks and soon enough deidra had been missing for 2 months. Keanu was a mess, his once welcoming eyes were now sunken. His face gaunt and his frame weak.

He had spent many sleepless nights searching for anything to lead him to where Deidra was. He was becoming more and more worried since her due date was approaching and she had missed so many hospital appointments. 

The police had half given up, moving on to other cases saying that with no trace of her there was not much they could do. 

Keanu was enraged at the polices lack of help and so took it upon himself to hire a private detective. He didn't care how much money or time was spent on this, he would find her. 

There was not much to work with since there was hardly any clues as to where samantha had taken Deidra. 

But that had all changed a few weeks ago when he had received a lock of Deidra's hair in the mail with a note. A single word written across it. "soon" 

Keanu gave it to his private detective immediately. They were able to find out what type of paper it was, where it was bought from and then they had found cctv footage of samantha buying it. They had found her. 

~

“Wake uppp” samantha sang as she walked into the room, carrying a tray of food. 

True to her word, Samantha had taken care of Deidra, giving her fresh clothes and plenty of food daily. 

Maybe it was the lack of  being able to talk to other people but Deidra was beginning to care for the girl and samantha had come to enjoy talking to Deidra, finding solace in her company. 

With not much else to do apart from sit in one room, Deidra had found herself asking questions about samantha's life. She felt sorry for her when samantha told her of how her mother would abuse her and sell her off to men for money. 

Her father was no better, he would often burn her with cigarettes or beat her for no reason. 

Samantha has spent hours telling Deidra various stories of her childhood and deidra noticed something, she did not have one good story. She felt bad for the girl, all she needed was help. 

Deidra remembered one sentence that the girl had told her, saying “ I wish I could have my own child so I could treat it right, give it the life I never had. but i can't. I'm- i can't have children"

Samantha looked broken when she told Deidra this, she didn't know what else to do but hug Samantha as she cried. maybe it was insane to think but somehow samantha doing all this made little sense to Deidra. 

All she wanted was a child, to give it a good life, to have had a good childhood without all the pain. 

She was misguided, lost, all she needed was professional help. 

"how are you today Deidra" samantha asked as she helped her stand. "ive been better" deidra lied as she stopped herself from pulling a pained face. 

samantha helped her over to the sofa in the room as she sat. 

Samantha had an unusual look on her face and Deidra noticed it straight away. She had become a sort of mother figure to Samantha. 

"Samantha whats wrong?" samantha just sighed and Deidra moved closer waiting for her to answer. 

"I don't know what to do anymore" 

Deidra had almost forgot that she was being held hostage here.

"I think you know what you need to do samantha. I can get you the help you need" deidra placed a reassuring hand onto her shoulder and Samantha smiled. 

"Deidra im so sorry. For all of this really i am. I should have never done this" deidra smiled and moved to sit back as she felt pain in her back.

"look let me just sort out a- are you alright?" samantha leaned over to look at Deidra as she let out a moan of pain. "oh God Samantha i'm sorry. I think- AHHHH- i think i've been having contractions all night" samantha jumped up. "WHAT. why didn't you tell me. Oh my god what have i done" samantha pulled her hands to cover her mouth. 

"samantha sweetie its ok- AHHHH CHRIST- ok" deidra breathed out as she tried to control her breathing. "ok you need to get me an ambulance". Samantha stood up straight "no. I cant. I'll go back to prison" samantha began to pace as she thought of what to do. 

Suddenly she shot her head up as she formed an idea.

 "Deidra wait 5 minutes" She ran out of the room before Deidra could protest. Leaving her to deal with the pain alone.

After what felt like an eternity, Samantha returned with an elderly women following her with towels and water. 

Samantha rushed over to crouch next to Deidra. "this is Christine. She's my neighbour, She used to be a nurse. She will help you. '' At this point Deidra could hardly keep her eyes open, the pain becoming too much as she began to fade in and out of consciousness. All she could see was Christine moving over in front of her. 

Deidra couldn't see anything, couldn't move anything, she could only hear. She could hear the cries of a baby and maybe from the loss of blood, but she swore she could hear keanu's beautiful voice calling her name. 

~

 Keanu has spent hours tracking Samantha. He hated her, hated how she took Deidra from him and hated how he couldn't have stopped her. 

Watching CCTV footage of the streets, he had finally tracked her to a small little house just outside of New york. Hopefully, where he would find Deidra. Taking the information to the police, they all prepared to break it.

 Keanu stood outside of the house and waited for the police to move in. Eventually, they broke through the windows, keanu following hot on their heels. 

"DEIDRA" keanu shouted, his voice carrying through the halls. The police moved through the house, searching for any sign of Deidra. Finally, keanu heard the words he had wanted to hear for months. "WE GOT HER". Keanu pushed past various police officers, rushing into the room. 

Deidra laid on the floor, her face pale and blood pooled around her body. 

Keanu dropped onto his knees next to her. "nononononono" he whispered, pulling her body into his arms.

Paramedics rushed over to him, pulling him away as they began to work on saving her. 

Keanu then heard something, the sound of a baby crying.

 He turned to see Samantha in the corner with a baby in her arms. His baby. He stormed over to her as he took the baby from her. 

"Im sorry. Im so sorry. Is she ok?" samantha pleaded and keanu shot daggers at her as police put her in cuffs. "you've taken her from me." he whispered as tears ran down his face, the threat of losing his wife becoming more likely. The baby settled in his arms as another paramedics looked over the little girl. 

Samantha tried to resist the police dragging her out just so she could she if Deidra was still alive. She cried as she saw the paramedics had began CPR on her. 

~

Kenau sat in a white room as he smiled down at the baby girl in his arms. He laughed as she cooed up at her father. 

"keanu?"a weak voice called for him and his heart skipped a beat.

Looking up he met Deidra's beautiful eyes. Her face was full of colour again and her smile was warm.  " oh God. Deidra. You're finally awake" he rushed over to the girl in the bed and helped her sit up. 

Deidra stopped moving, tears welled in her eyes as she noticed the baby girl in keanus arms. 

"is-is that-" Deidra couldn't form the words she wanted to say and keanu just nodded as he handed the baby to her mum. 

Keanu walked out of the room to get a doctor to check over his wife. 

Deidra stared at the little girl in her arms, tears falling down her face. 

" Hi" she whispered as she stroked her daughters face, smiling as the baby giggled. She couldn’t believe that she was finally there in her arms. Happy and healthy. 

"Hello Deidra. I'm Dr. Monrow. Would you mind?" an old man stood in the doorway as he gestured to the room as a way of asking if he could enter. Deidra nodded and watched as he began to make his way over. 

He picked up her wrist as he took her pulse. He watched as the new mother stared at the baby, to busy in her own thoughts. 

"have you decided on a name yet?" Deidra looked up at the man, his smile was contagious.

 Y/n nodded and made eye contact with keanu who stood in the doorway.

 "Aurora" she said simply and the baby giggled as if she agreed to the name. " That's a beautiful name for a beautiful little girl". 

Keanu walked over and took the baby into his arms, allowing the doctor to check over his wife properly. 

"ok you're perfectly fine. I would like to keep you in just for one more night and I will be happy to let you go home tomorrow" Dr monrow smiled before walking out. 

Keanu gave Aurora back to Deidra as he sat down next to her bed. 

"how are you doing?" keanu asked as he held onto Deidra's  hand. She continued to stare at Aurora as she thought about how close she had been to losing her daughters. 

"im ok actually." she smiled as she looked into her husband's eyes. 

Keanu leant forward as he placed a kiss onto Deidra's check.

"what happened to Samantha?" her voice was quiet as she asked the question. As much as she felt like she should hate the girl for what she did to her, she couldn't bring herself to.

"she was put into the psych ward for analysis. She's not safe to be left alone" Deidra sighed as she sat back. 

"if im honest, I felt sorry for the girl" keanu jaw dropped at the words his wife said. "what? She kidnapped you and our baby Deidra. She's mentally unstable. How could you feel sorry for someone like her?". 

Deidra looked at her husband with pity in her eyes. This was something she did, always taking pity on people.

 "she was broken, all she needed was some help. I mean she didn't hurt me in fact she took good care of me." keanu interrupted her with a sigh "sure, nearly let you bleed to death but ok". 

Deidra grabbed his arm and he looked into her eyes

"you know what i mean. I'm just happy she will finally get the help she needs". Keanu knew that Deidra had a good heart, always looking to find the good in people. "ok. Well she can get all the help she needs at the hospital. I'm just happy you two are alright. Isn't that right my little baby girl" his baby voice made Deidra laugh as he began to pull faces making Aurora laugh with glee. 

~

4 years later

Deidra stood in the kitchen as she watched Aurora play with her sandwich. "baby, don't play with your food" she smiled as her daughter looked up at her "yes mummy".

Deidra heard the doorbell ring and looked up as keanu walked over to the door. "I got it" his deep voice called out. 

After a moment, Keanu walked back into the kitchen with a small frown on his face. Deidra looked up at him and he stepped aside revealing samantha stood behind him. 

"hi" Deidra smiled, a little shocked at seeing the girl after so long and keanu moved to stand next to his wife. "hi- I - ummm im sorry im probably the last person you want to see".

Deidra moved forward to hug her. "no sweetie it's ok. Please sit. What are you doing here?" she asked as she sat opposite to Samantha. 

"I came to apologise to you first keanu im sorry. I took all my pent up father issues and became obsessed with you. You are so kind and everything I wanted in a father. I just didn't know how to act and so I became obsessive. im sorry" keanu took in the words and extended his hand to the girl. 

" I appreciate that Samantha. I really do" he smiled and samantha returned it. 

"and Deidra. Words are not enough for what i did to you. I will forever regret what I did" samantha let out a tear and Deidra rushed over to the girl. "its ok. I forgive you i really do. It seems like you have sorted out your life?" samantha nodded "yeah the hospital helped me realise all my issues and now i feel free. I no longer hold onto the past. I just look forward to the future now" deidra smiled knowing that she had finally gotten the help she needed. "I also have this to look forward to" samantha placed a picture onto the table. 

Deidra picked it up. "whats this?" she examined it for a few seconds before jumping excitedly. 

"you're pregnant? Congratulations." deidra hugged Samantha once again "if you need anything don't hesitate to ask".  Samantha shook her head. "no its ok. Umm that's another reason i came here. I'm moving to Germany with my boyfriend. You will no longer have to worry about me".  Deidra smiles as she accepted what the girl said. She introduced her to Aurora quickly before Samantha left. 

"I guess everything sorted itself out" keanu smiled as he hugged deidra from behind as they watched samantha drive off. Deidra just smiled as she realised how lucky she truly was.

The end

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First entry: clearing my head on the end of the relationship

I don’t know if i’ll really use this much, but for now I’m just going to describe the issues with, and surrounding the end of my breakup. First and foremost, love doesn’t die. It can change, like energy, but it never goes away, once it is present it will always be there.  For her, lets just call her X, she seems to believe that love is the only thing a relationship needs, and if the relationship ends, the love was never real. This was a common thing she would either directly say or elude to after our numerous breakups. We got together in january 2019, but didn’t really start dating until around march, which is when she stopped pulling the plug on it. She was very indecisive at first, and considering we work together, it is both understandable and smart, we both had reservations... but both of us grew emotionally attached very quickly.  To say that she is both very harsh on herself, and hugely jealous, is accurate but underselling it as well. This became very evident after we started having sex, as she was intimidated by how many people I slept with back in my “confused and wanting to feel normal” days. She was also uncomfortable with the fact that i am attracted to certain aesthetics, and she doesn’t look that way, so she would always tell me that she isn’t my type and then let it get to her. This was a big bag of red flags that I should have run from, but I was really into her and figured she would learn that I am absolutely faithful and do not require someone to dress like a goth for me to be attracted to them. That did not happen, really ever, regardless of what she said. During the planning of her friends wedding (march?), they all decided to scour fetlife to see if they knew people on it, and she found my profile. It outlined what i find attractive, but also that I am not looking for anything but friendship, and that I hadn’t used the website in like 4 months. She saw that i liked a face picture of someone she knows, and that irked her (this person is goth). The profile description and lack of time i logged into it (before we dated) didn’t seem to matter, a week or so later she told me about that and that she couldn’t stop thinking about it, and how she isn’t right for me and she doesn’t know if she is happy. After hearing about that and me arguing with her for over an hour, I decided that this time I needed to break the relationship off. Clearly she wasn’t happy, and I didn’t like being told that a personal taste of mine is responsible for her feeling like she can’t be with me, something entirely out of my control and was never brought up to her.  X had returned my key and my things with a “sorry” card. I made the mistake of telling a mutual friend that i wanted her to make sure X is ok, and that shared the information and we started talking again. After 3 days we got back together. Up until this point, she really wanted to keep our relationship a secret from everyone at work, adamantly, but within a month or two a few people knew. Not a big deal. 

In april/may, basically her birthday, she was going on about how one of her friends thought i was dark and bla bla bla, The dude is in love with her and tries to get into her head. It kinda worked, because a few weeks later when she had a little get together where 5 of us drank and played cards, she got hammered. We ended up leaving and going to my place, and that same guy texted her the entire time, trashing me again. She drunkenly broke up with me that night, didn’t remember in the morning. That let to another fight and honestly i don’t remember much about it.   It was about May/June when she really went ballistic, jealousy, over my roommates girlfriend. I had known this person for 14 years, and we slept together maybe 3 or 4 times (this person only remembers once). She was a long time friend, and her long distance boyfriend needed a place to stay in the area, so i let him move in as a favor. I am an unnecessarily honest person, I can’t keep lies straight and i don’t like to lie, so i just don’t. I told X about all of that before he even moved in, and she didn’t seem to make that much of a deal other than calling her a whore and all that (not to her face). The roommate was almost always in his room, and his girlfriend really only came over on weekends.  Things seemed fine, until one day X started blowing up about the other chick at random. Talking about how i shouldn’t be friends with her, how she doesn't want her to come over, how shes a whore and she doesn’t trust her (by proxy me) This was a vicious fight, and it made no sense. To make a long story short, i broke up with her because of how ridiculously unreasonable she was being. Her jealousy caused 2 breakups at that point, and we had only been dating for a few months.  I can’t think at the moment, there were several more breakups, i think 6 more. She counts 1 as me breaking up with her, but really it was her drunkenly making a fool of herself, embarrassing me with this in an up-scale bar, telling me every horrible thing she can about me, and breaking up with me on my birthday. But, she doesn't remember any of it and expected me to just forgive her. What caused it? Well we went out to dinner and then went to a club i like, it was a really great day until 30 seconds after we left the club. 

Outside there were 2 chicks and she was telling me they were checking me out, and i said something along the lines of “eh it happens”. It kinda snowballed for the next few minutes, delicately, enough so we drunkenly walked into the nice bar and sat down to order our desert martinis. This is where she kinda goes off on a tangent and then brings up how she doesnt trust a long time friend that i talk to, because MONTHS before, she got onto my COMPUTER while i was in the shower, and read my old messages with this person. Old messages from before we even started dating, and saw that i had told her i missed her (we had a romantic connection but never met in person, again, this was a different 16 year friendship). I was not making the best judgement, and gave her my phone to scroll through my messages to that person. to the effect of “really? prove it, prove where i said i miss her”.   She scrolled through about 6 months of texts, going “oh you talk a lot huh?” and things of that nature, but she never found what she was looking for. She accused me of deleting the message, which i didn’t even know you could do. I told her she had major trust issues and was blowing everything out of proportion and cant hold it against me that i have female friends, and she said “yeah well i’m not a whore, like you”.  Then went OFF as we were leaving. This went on for about 20 minutes, as we are driving home and she is piss drunk. Its at this point she gets even madder and says she is done with me. We get back home about an hour later, i have to shake her to get her out of the car because she is so blackout drunk. she goes inside, takes my blankets and wraps herself in them in the middle of my bed, so i have to go sleep in the living room.  Justifiably hurt and pissed off, i made a jab on facebook about how great it is to be dumped on your birthday.  She sees this because one of her 4 friends that is in love with her, buzzes her asking to hang out, so we wakes up to the knowledge that people understand her to be single. Then she freaks out at me, i take the post down (its about 7am), only a small handful of people saw it, unfortunately they were coworkers. I didn’t think or plan it out, i was hurt and angry and it seemed like a good idea.  We get into a big discussion about it, and how she would never break up with me, i tell her about every detail from the night before and she doesn’t even remember leaving the bar. That made it worse, because i drank A LOT when i was with her. About a bottle of scotch every 10 days, and we would go to get beers and stuff sometimes. She loves her booze, a lot of people do, but she doesn’t pace herself.  Days went by with her trying to whittle me down and take her back, i think it turned into about a week by the end. When she had whittled me down to the bone with begging, i folded to an extent. I told her she needs to cut back on the drinking, and we got together.  This lasted a few weeks (toward mid september) until she got into the jealousy issues again. It was a friend on facebook, who posted a workout photo and they had lost a lot of weight. I liked the photo, and that turned into a fight. Between that, and her telling me she was feeling like i didn’t love her as much since the last breakup, i broke it off again for about another week.  I was going to have surgery in a few days and we started talking again, we made peace and agreed that as long as she started seeing a therapist we could try dating again, but i didn’t want to jump back into it super quickly, just hang out.  That lasted a good while,and she really seemed to be trying.  Bla bla bla, 2 breakups later we are where we are now.  The final breakup was January 10th.  We had been together, secretly, for about 6 weeks at that point.  It was secret because her friends all hated me by this point, and her roommate (her ex of 5 years) said he would kick her out if we started dating again. Yeah, she left that last part out, which really burned me. Her housing situation was dependent on her roommate not finding out we were together again, and that meant she had to spend less time with me.  Between the 2nd week of december and the first week of january, i saw her probably 8 days... we used to spend nearly every day together. I started seeing the pattern more clearly, and saw how this would not work. It was also about this time that my depression started to kick in again (huge theme that entire year, go figure), and i couldn’t help but over-analyze. You think quite a lot when there is deafening silence in your head, you feel nothing but empty, and the dark swallows you whole. I ended up doing what I should have done months ago, which was to be good to myself and take some much needed space.  I needed to look out for me, because this relationship was making me feel unwanted and depressed.

The relationship was a roller coaster every few weeks, of whether she would freudian-slip some jealousy (that she said she fixed in therapy), or seem to withhold affection and time alone because of reasons she wouldn’t share (usually relating to those incidents). I couldn’t continue question myself because she’d question me, i couldn’t feel like i was nothing but a warm body to cuddle up next to. We didn’t have the ability to get into long conversations, she was afraid of them, and it made me feel a growing divide between us.   At the one month mark of the breakup she was still trying to hang on. We talked about trying to hang out as friends, and she swore thats all it would be, but within 2 days she completely changed her tune and said she didn’t want to hang out unless it was to move toward getting back together. As of last week (valentines day) she had to leave work because someone decided to give her anonymous flowers and she thought it was me. She started messaging me and i had to shutdown what she was thinking, which made her cry and she left for the day.  This has not been an easy process, because i deeply care for X. Although we had a lot of good times, i am a realist and to many, a pessimist, and looking back I see more bad than good. Distrust is a demon that must be slain to make a relationship function, and that is why ours was so dysfunctional. Hell, i think i have trust issues too now at this point. A lot of detail has been left out here, I don’t know if she will ever find this so I left a lot of personal and identifying details out, many of which are crucial to why the relationship failed so many times... but, i also don’t think anyone will read this.

[controloffandoms]

Paparazzi (J.A.)

Prompt: Requested by anonymous for a friend. (I’m sorry, I lost the ask so I came up with this without the prompt)

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader, slight Thomas Padalecki x reader

Words: 3193

Warnings: cursing, Paparazzi, panic, anxiety

Notes: I may or may not have been reading a lot of fics about the daughter/dad relationship between Jensen and his daughter, the reader. For the purposes of this story, Thomas is 17, Shep is 10 and Odette is 5. JJ is 8, Arrow and Zep are 4. Maison is 13 and West is 16. Obviously I’m changing the years of birth :)

Part 2

Ever since you could remember, you had been put in the spotlight. Your father, Jensen Ackles, was a huge star in the show Supernatural and everyone wanted to know about his personal life...and that included you. Not to mention that you had a weird family from the cast of Supernatural. You had your Uncles Jared, Misha, Jim, and so on. You had you Aunts Ruth, Kim, and so on.

The nice thing was that you could shield your younger siblings from the paps. You could almost make their life normal. You were the oldest, you could grab all of the attention in the room in order to keep your siblings at a safe distance from those who would try to get too close to your younger siblings.

You weren’t Danneel child biologically. You did call her mom, though. Your mother had dropped you off at Jensen’s when you were just a baby. That had been eighteen years ago. You’d met Danneel in 2007. It had been a while since your father had met someone and you knew he was seeing someone, but you hadn’t gotten to meet her until about a year after they had started dating. You were seven at the time and loved her instantly. When you turned nine, Danneel and your father were expecting their first child and you finally got your wish for a little sister. When you turned thirteen, you got two more siblings and you loved them all unconditionally.

You would do anything for them. Which is why you were in your current situation. “You remember the store Mom went in, right JJ,” you asked her quickly.

“Yeah, the Victoria Secret store,” she replied.

“Good, take your brother and sister into the store and find Mom, okay? Tell her that we need to be leaving soon,” you gave your sister a tight smile, trying to keep calm.

You watched as they left through the back of the music store. You watched as some of the paps went to follow and you had to think fast. You started playing the piano in a rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody accompanied with the singing. That certainly drew the paps eyes. They swarmed you and you inwardly cringed. You hated singing and playing any instrument in front of anyone, let alone paparazzi.

As you finished the small segment of the song, you stood from the piano and tried to make your way out of the store, but there was no out. Your breath picked up slightly. You hated being trapped. The paps just kept shouting questions at you. Some of them on how you learned to play the piano and sing, others on very personal matters, others you couldn’t distinguish. “I need to go-please.”

You tried to push through the paps, but they kept pushing you back. “P-please, I need to leave. I have-I have to go,” you whispered.

They kept shouting questions and kept preventing you from leaving. Your breathing continued to get faster as tears started to prickle at your eyes. You don’t know how long it was until someone was pushing their way through the crown and putting an arm around your shoulder, shouting back at the paps and forcing his way through the waves of men and women trying to get a story.

Once you were a safe distance from the store, the person stopped walking. “Hey sweetheart, are you alright,” he asked.

“Daddy,” you buried your head in his chest and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He wrapped his arms around you just as tight, placing his chin on the top of your head and talking calmly to you.

“It’s okay, don’t work yourself up. I’m sorry they attacked you like that. I thought y’all would be fine for a couple of hours by yourselves,” he hugged you even closer, running a hand over your back in an attempt to ground you.

“They-they just came out of nowhere and I was-I was with JJ and the twins and I knew that they would be scared if they stayed and I told them find Mom and then some of the paps wanted to follow them so I had to distract them and then they just all crowded me and they wouldn’t let me out and they just kept coming and screaming at me,” you sobbed slightly, holding your dad tighter.

“I’m sorry baby. I should have been there sooner.”

“Are Mom and the kids okay,” you asked after a quiet moment.

“They are just fine. They’re waiting in the car. Dani’s worried about you,” your father responded, pulling away from you slightly. “Ready to go, kid?”

A couple of weeks passed and you were finally feeling less afraid of leaving the house. As you walked through the door of the house after your classes, you were met with an eight year old running into your legs followed by the four year olds stumbling over each other as they ran towards you. “Hello, what’s the occasion for you all to attack me the second I get in the house,” you raised an eyebrow at your parents as they rounded the corner with smiles on their faces.

“Mommy and Daddy can’t take us to the park and said that maybe you could! They have work,” Arrow smiles up at you.

You chuckle but nod. “Hmm, I’ll have to check my schedule. Let’s see, I did have that scheduled tickle monster attack for my siblings at 3 PM, but I guess I could bump that up in order to take y’all to the park, Munchkin,” you raced towards JJ and picked her up, tickling her relentlessly.

“No, stop it! (Y/N),” she whined. You laughed and put her down.

You turned to your parents and smiled, “when should I be expecting y’all back?”

“We will be going to dinner at Jared’s house around seven. Do you think you could bring your siblings over? Dani and I will be coming directly from work.”

“Sure, Dad. We’ll go to the park, maybe get a light snack and either do something in town or come back here until it’s time to come over for Dinner,” you stated.

“Great, thanks baby, you’re the best,” he responded, placing a kiss on your head and doing the same to your siblings.

“Really, you’re amazing. I don’t know what we would do without you,” Dani added as she brought you into a huge hug while kissing the top of your head.

“Mom, it’s not a big deal. I love watching out for the little ones. They remind me of the energy I use to have and wish I could get back.”

“Don’t we all,” she responded.

“Alright, Miss JJ, I need to change and then we’ll head out. Help your brother and sister with their shoes,” you called out. An excited ‘okay’ was called back to you and you went to your room to change.

“JJ, don’t go to far away. I need to be able to keep an eye on you,” you called as you pushed the twins on the swings and JJ played around with a couple of the other kids at the park.

“Single mom,” the woman next to you asked.

You laughed slightly, “no, oldest sibling that only has two hands.”

“Think of it this way, the day you have your own family, it will come much easier after doing all of this now,” she responded, “and I’m speaking from experience.”

“I would hope so.”

JJ came running back over, “can we go get snacks,” she asked, face flushed from the running around she did.

“Yes, please (Y/N),” Arrow yelled, clapping her hands.

“Snacks,” Zep asked.

“Okay then, let’s go find a place to get something to tide you over to dinner.” You grabbed the twins hands and instructed JJ to walk close to you.

You walked a couple of blocks until you found a place to go. “How about we get ice cream? Just don’t tell Mom and Dad,” you winked at JJ.

“Yes,” the twins shouted. JJ nodded, bouncing on her feet. You decided to save yourself some trouble and sit the twins down with JJ in charge of making sure they don’t get up. You went to get the ice cream for the four of you.

You paid for the ice creams and sat a table. JJ took a huge bite out of her cone. You set your ice cream aside and get Zep and Arrow ready to eat theirs by trying to protect their clothes the best you could. Finally, you gave them the cups of ice cream and turned to yours, taking a bite. “Try not to get it on your clothes, Jay.”

You spent a couple of hours walking around town until it was about six twenty. “Okay, who wants to go see Uncle Jared and everyone else,” you asked. You got variation of happy sounds so you headed towards the house.

You were almost there when things turned sideways. You tried not to stop, but they swarmed you. You gave your phone to JJ with your dad’s number already dialed. You put had her get on your back. You put a twin on each hip and hugged them close and they returned the favor by burying into you. The second you heard one of the twins start crying, you lost it.

“HEY! BACK THE HELL UP, YOU ARE SCARING THE CHILDREN,” you yelled. The paparazzi went quiet, but you didn’t stop. “You guys would do anything to get a damn story and I’m fucking tired of it! There are better ways to get your stories than ganging up on people! Back the hell up and let me through or I swear to God it’s not going to be pretty,” you glared at the paps in front of you.

They moved slowly to let you through. JJ quietly handed your phone to you as you moved through the crowd who was slowly starting to get louder. “Dad, yeah. I’m three blocks away. Concord Street. Please hurry, I think they’re gonna start up again,” you quietly whispered through the phone.

Not only were the paps freaking your sibling out, but they were freaking you out, but you didn’t get to hide away from them because you were protecting your siblings. You sure as hell weren’t going to let them be even more freaked out by the jackasses.

You backed up from the paps-who were starting their shouting again. “You want a story? Why don’t you write about how paparazzi don’t understand the term ‘personal space’ or how the paparazzi are willing to scare the hell out of three children in order to try and get the juiciest story? I don’t care if you swarm me when I’m alone, but don’t you dare do it when I have my siblings with me! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

More questions were shouted your way and you ignored them. “You wonder why no one wants to talk to you and this is why. You take and take and take and never give back. You do anything for a story that isn’t even true. You twist the words and situations and you give bad reputations to people who deserve so much better than that. Fuck off and stop scaring my family,” you growled, chancing a look behind you to see your father, Jared, and Misha hurrying towards you.

You placed Arrow and Zep down and they ran to your father. You let Misha take JJ and Jared took care of you. Before you could completely walk away, you turned back and got out of Jared’s grip. “And another thing, why don’t you try being decent enough human beings to try and get the stories straight. Stop scaring the shit out of people and book an appointment to talk to someone. Or is that too complicated for you to follow? You should all be fucking ashamed of yourselves! You made children cry, you scarred them and for what? For me to yell at you? For me to yell at you and you to make up a story about how mentally unstable I am? To shine a bad rep on my family? Yeah you should be fucking ashamed,” you growled and let Jared lead you away.

You climbed into the car, biting your lip. All attempts to talk to you slowly died out once you got to Jared’s house. You quickly got out of the car and walked into the house. You bypassed Dani and the others, heading straight for a bathroom. You locked the door behind you and looked into the mirror. You hadn’t realized you’d started crying.

You wiped your tears and let out a couple of shaky breaths. You turned the sink on and splashed your face multiple times before wiping it off. You looked at your form in the mirror, seeing the shaking easily and you took a couple of deep breaths to calm down.

A knock shook you out of your head. “Just a minute,” you called out quietly.

“It’s Tom, open the door, Ackles.”

You debated for a minute before unlocking the door to let him in. He walked in, closing and locking the door behind him. You had sat leaning on the cabinet before Tom had turned to look at you. He joined you on the floor, sitting close enough so that the sides of your bodies barely touched.

It was quiet for a few minutes before Tom spoke. “They don’t know when to stop. They don’t know boundaries and they think that they can do anything. I’m scared of them too. I hate being in the spotlight. It’s okay to be afraid,” he stated.

You leaned a head on his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist, “I know...it’s just like they’ve been targeting me and Jay and Arrow and Zep and they freak me out but I can’t show that to my siblings or else they would be even more scared. So I push it back and handle it. Then it all catches up and it crashes down all at once,” you whispered back. Tom’s arm pulled you closer, his head resting on top of yours.

“It’s going to be okay. They’ll find someone else to chase after soon enough.”

“But they shouldn’t! It’s fucked what they’re doing and they know it. They made all three of my siblings cry today, Tom! That’s not alright,” you brought a hand to your face, wiping away your tears.

“I know that. Them making you cry isn’t alright either...but there’s not much we can do about it. We just have to keep moving on and making sure you and your siblings are alright.”

You sighed and nodded slightly. “Yeah...but I need a moment to pull myself together,” you responded.

“And I’m right here to help you get it together.”

Everyone had decided to stay at Jared’s for the night. He had plenty of rooms to share anyway. You couldn’t sleep though. The paparazzi swarm had really gotten to you. Slowly over dinner, you had forgotten about it, even if it was just for a little while, but now it was coming back full force.

You got yourself up from the bed and quietly made your way to the kitchen. You grabbed a glass and filled it with water. You sighed and leaned against the counter. “Couldn’t sleep,” Tom asked from the doorway. His tall frame was covered in shadows.

You shook your head. “My brain won’t shut off,” you whispered.

Tom walked into the kitchen and began getting things out from the cupboards. “I have an idea.”

You shook your head as Tom started putting ingredients into a bowl. “You are insane, Thomas Padalecki,” you laughed and started to help him.

You relaxed into the couch, Tom sitting beside you as you both were eating the cookies you’d made and were drinking the milk. “I’m surprised, they actually taste good,” you looked at Tom.

He fake gasped and placed a hand to his heart, “I’m offended. I am a wonderful cook and baker.”

“The last time you cooked, you burned the pasta.”

“That was one time,” he quietly exclaimed. He placed an arm over your shoulder and leaned further against the couch.

You relaxed even more against him, feeling sleep pull you in. “Thanks for this, Tom. You didn’t have to stay and put up with me,” you yawned.

“I’d do anything to see that beautiful smile on your face,” he responded as you fell into the arms of sleep.

You slowly woke to the sound of muttering voices. As you slowly became aware of everything around you, you felt the arm around your waist. You could also feel the mattress below you moving….wait, that wasn’t a mattress. You opened your eyes and squinted at the light. Somehow during the night, you and Tom had moved to lay fully onto the couch with you on top of Tom.

The voices got slightly louder as they entered from another room. “We should wake them up,” your father stated.

“It looks like they had a long night, Jens, let them sleep,” Gen replied.

“Yeah, let them sleep,” Tom’s chest rumbled under you. His voice was deeper from lack of use. His arm around you tightened slightly as he started to doze off again.

You flushed slightly and bit your lip. “You should see your faces,” Misha lost it. Curious, you looked over the couch to where your father and Jared had varying degrees of shock, excitement, and amusement on their faces.

“Your faces are kind of funny,” you mumbled and placed your head back on Tom’s chest, feeling the tiredness sink in again.

“Oh no you don’t,” your father responded. “Time to go (Y/N).”

“I don’t want to,” you grumbled and snuggled more into Tom’s chest, wishing to go back to sleep. You heard multiple choked laughs at the response. You assumed your father was giving them a look that made them try to be serious.

“Tom, (Y/N) needs to go,” Misha stated.

“No,” he responded.

You laughed quietly. “We can do this again sometime. We can talk later,” you whispered, not really wanting to make your father angry.

Tom made a sad noise but his arm slowly released you. He sighed and sat up. Because you were on his chest, you went with him. “Hello there,” he smirked as your faces were inches from each other.

“H-Hey. Um, I have to-I’ve got to g-go,” you quickly got off Tom and leaned down to give him an awkward hug. “Talk to you later,” you rushed.

“Yeah,” he smiled genuinely. “Maybe next time we won’t be so rudely interrupted,” he smirked.

Your face flushed even redder and you made a couple of unintelligible sounds. “I-uh-I d-don’t think-that’s not-I-bye Tom,” you stuttered and hurried out of the room, catching small glimpses of the adults’ faces. Most were close to cracking up. Jared had a proud but amused look on his face and Jensen’s was stone hard. This was going to be a fun ride home.

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