#he told my youngest brother he didn’t think being gay is right but everyone has free will so you can’t interfere w other ppls lives

[muteddaydreams]

also found out today my dads casually homophobic (?) today lmao

[guardianofthepeanutwrites]

Skirts and dresses Part 4

Part1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 5

Tag list: @purplefreakwolffish  @mayucerise​

This chapter is for @sarcastich​​ and @starkeraddictbaby​

Thanks to Gypsywoman13 for beta-reading!

CW: genderfluid Loki, Kinda asshole Thor

PeterParkerBingo2021: square Pet Names (card below)

Thor & Loki

Because Peter had been fairly young when he moved inside the compound, they had put his room next to Tony’s quarters since he was the one in charge of their youngest member. Then one day a door appeared in the middle of his room, connecting it to the Stark’s private quarters. They had a long discussion about boundaries: “Ask before putting doors in my bedroom” and “don’t threaten people because they hurt me” etc. Tony had argued it was easier (it was, but that was not the question) because they spend more and more time together. Which was true. 

Tony and Pepper had started to teach Peter some things about business practice. They took him to smaller meetings and introduced him as Tony’s intern; it suited Peter very much. That, plus his patrols, as well as other Avenger business, like training, and his new business classes...Peter was now even busier than he already was.

Except on Sundays. Sundays were days Peter could rest, sleep, visit his aunt May, hang with Ned and MJ, and watch movies with Bucky the other Avengers.

Every Sunday morning, before leaving their quarters, Peter and Tony would eat the most decadent brunch that Peter would let Tony buy him. From all the changes that happened in his life since he got adopted by Tony Stark, Sunday brunches were certainly Peter’s favorites. He loved those calm moments with the man that he admired so much. He also loved that he could put on whatever clothes he wanted because FRIDAY would only let people in the know enter.

That Sunday, they were finishing their meal when Steve entered. He briefly stopped at the soft pink hoodie, gray and pink plaid skirt, and long white socks Peter was wearing before dismissing it and greeting the two men.

“So, Steve, what can we do for you?” Tony asked, forgoing the pleasantries. Peter knew Tony hated being interrupted during Sunday brunches, and saw that Steve started to move from one leg to the other, a bit nervous. Peter frowned.

“Oh, I-I mean, I wanted to apologize for-” Peter tried to interrupt Steve, he had told him many times that Steve was forgiven, but the man was stubborn and didn’t let him talk. “I know, you already told me, but I- I made this for you.” Steve gave Peter a piece of paper. 

On the paper was a beautiful drawing of Peter in the purple dress that he had been wearing when Steve had discovered his secret. Peter was startled out of his stunned silence when his dad gently took the paper from his hands.

Tony simply whistled when he saw the drawing. “Aunt Peggy had told me you could draw, Rogers, but this is something else.” Steve looked at Tony, in shock.

“Au-Aunt Peggy? But you-you weren’t-” 

Tony snorted, irked. “I went to her grave later, Rogers, because there was an emergency, and if there was something Aunt Peggy could understand, it was emergencies. She was Howard’s friend, and my godmother.” Peter, who had been told the story, silently stroked his dad’s back in support as he continued. “We also fought a lot when you came back.” Steve opened his mouth to speak, but Tony didn’t let him. “Not that it’s any of your business, Capsicle, but who do you think covered the truth about Howard’s death? Who do you think had enough power for that? Peggy Carter. She let me think my father killed my mom because he was a fucking alcoholic.”

Steve looked as if he had swallowed a lemon, grimacing. “I didn’t know. I am sorry, Tony.”

Tony lifted his hand. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” He lifted the paper with Steve’s drawing on it, looking at it pensively. “You’re very talented. We should make you an art studio. There is an empty room with great lighting.” Tony turned to Peter to watch him. “What d’you think kid? Wanna design it?” 

Peter felt excited to be offered this opportunity; he nodded with way too much enthusiasm. It made Tony smile, proud.

“You’re gonna make some blueprints, and we will see with the Captain what he needs and likes. No, Cap, don’t argue, it will be good training for the kid. Now, Steve, if you don’t mind, I was having brunch with my kid.”

Peter only had 30 seconds to thank Steve for the drawing and promise him he would make the best art studio there was before Steve left. After Brunch, Peter framed the drawing and put it on his shelf with the piece of his first skirt and the picture of his dad in a dress.

--

Later that day, while Peter and Tony were looking at a movie, before heading out for a diner with Aunt May, someone crashed into their quarters through the window.

Tony was ready to fight in seconds; his watch changed into a piece of armor around his right fist, while his left arm pushed Peter behind him, only to find that it was Thor, son of Odin, that had crashed on the ground. Peter couldn’t help but find it kind of cute that his dad would try to protect Peter with his body when Peter could take the most damage.

“For fuck’s sake, Point Break, what the ever-loving fuck?” Tony let the gauntlet recede back into his watch and put his hand on his heart. “I have a heart condition, you know? And we have doors. FRI, baby, tell everyone in the compound there is no immediate emergency. Put the compound in code orange until further notice,” Tony turned to look at Peter, seeing the pink skirt, the hoodie, and the panicked glances his kid was giving, then added, “Tell them there is no need to come and lock the quarters immediately.” 

Peter relaxed some and started to play with the hem of his skirt. 

“I apologize, Man of Iron. It seems like I missed the door.” Thor stood up from where he had crashed, and he opened his arms to hug Tony. “It has been too long my friend. How are you doing?” Tony frowned, but he let the god hug him. 

After they separated, Tony started to give instructions to FRIDAY for the reparations while Thor turned to look at Peter. There were a few seconds where Thor paused to take in how Peter was dressed before he widened his eyes.

Before Peter could react, Thor bowed deeply before speaking. “Good day, Lady Peter.” 

Peter winced. Why would he be a lady? Just because he was wearing a skirt?

“I-I, no, Thor. I-I am a man.” Peter hated how his voice shivered. 

Thor righted himself, beaming at Peter as if nothing had just happened. “Good, how are you doing Man of Spiders?” 

Peter looked at the god, completely lost by what had just happened. “I-I am fine? Thank you, mister Thor,” Peter said with a small voice. 

The god nodded happily. “I am happy to hear that.” Thor promptly turned to Tony. “Man of Iron, I am in great need of a favor.” 

Tony scowled looking at the damage. “Is it more important than repairing the hole in my wall?” 

Thor’s face became serious in a blink, making Peter shiver. “I am afraid it is really important, my friend,” Thor said in a deep voice. 

--

The meeting had been going on for hours, and Peter was exhausted. 

Thor wanted their help to get some information out of his brother Loki. The Asgardians had a reason to think that Loki hadn’t been the one behind the invasion and could even have been a victim of the scepter like Barton and the others, but Loki wouldn’t talk. Thor hoped that maybe someone on Earth could help them because they had tried everything.

The news was welcomed by an uproar, led by Hawkeye and Fury, and had calmed down after Thor had explained that if his fears were correct, there was something worse coming to Earth. He also promised that they wouldn’t need to bring Loki for them to interrogate him and that there was a magic mirror they could use to talk to him.

It was decided the mirror would be locked in Tony’s lab, the most secure room at the compound.

However, they all forgot Peter had unlimited access to the room.

--

The first time Peter saw Loki, Peter was walking along the glass walls of the main lab. He could see Natasha and Maria Hill looking frustrated at a mirror. In the mirror, there was a gorgeous woman with long, raven black hair; she had piercing green eyes, green lipstick, and she was wearing a stunning, black leather dress. 

If Peter hadn’t been gay, and stupidly in love attracted to Bucky, he knew that he could have fallen for this beautiful lady.

Then his brain started to work again and realization clicked: The woman was Loki. Loki was wearing (and rocking) a dress. He looked like a woman, but how? When she/he/the God of Mischief saw Peter, they winked. Peter startled and simply walked faster to the B-Lab where Bruce was waiting for him.

--

Peter couldn’t get Loki out of his mind. The God didn’t look uncomfortable wearing a dress or looking like a woman in front of his enemies. 

After some days, Peter decided to go to the main source of information about Loki: Thor.

“Oh, yes, Loki sometimes, uhm, switches? Mother always said to respect the gender he looks like, but you know that Loki is my brother, so it was difficult at first.” Thor massaged his neck, uneasy. “But then, Loki started to play vicious pranks on the people who would call him a man when he was dressed like a woman. So, I learned to, uh, call Loki a lady when he wears a dress.”

And then Peter understood. “That's why you called me a lady the other day!” 

Thor nodded. “But luckily you don’t ask me to call you a woman.” 

Peter frowned. “Why do you say luckily? I mean, I don’t think there is anything wrong with asking someone to call you a woman if��� you feel like a woman?” Thor, confused, looked at Peter and was about to reply, but Tony (since when had he been in the room?) answered first, making Peter and Thor startle.

“No, there is nothing wrong, Peter. Loki is genderfluid, which means that they don’t identify themself as having a fixed gender.” Tony, who was at the door, walked into the room and up to Peter. “We asked Loki and he said you could use the pronouns depending on what he looks like. It’s easier because Loki is a shifter, and can change depending on his moods. But if you ever meet another genderfluid person, you can just ask them what gender they identify with at that moment.” 

Peter nodded. It made sense. 

Thor looked a bit crushed when he started to speak again. “So, it’s not only Loki?” Tony simply shook his head. “Oh. I think I need to talk to my br-Loki.” With those words, the god left the room.

--

Peter did some research about genders - Tony helped - and he concluded that he was a man that liked to cross-dress and that there was nothing wrong with that. Peter had felt very loved that his dad, who was always so busy, had taken the time to explain all of those terms to Peter until they found the ones that felt right.

But Peter was a curious person, and it was what led him to be bitten by a radioactive spider in the first place... Peter wanted to talk to Loki. He wanted to talk about the dress, and about being genderfluid. He knew that the god was not a good being, but Loki was already in prison. What could go wrong?

--

“The mighty Avengers are sending me a child, now? Interesting.” Loki’s bitter words made Peter flinch. Peter silently closed the door behind him, before he entered the lab.

“No. I- I mean, I am an Avenger, but they didn’t send me.” Peter nervously played with the plaid shirt he was wearing that day.

“Then why are you here?” 

Peter lifted his head and looked directly at Loki for the first time. He noted that Loki was in a male form. 

“I learned that you are genderfluid. I- I just wanted to talk.” 

Loki’s face softened a little bit. “Oh, yes. People of Midgard have been strangely open-minded about it.” His face then hardened again. “What do you want? Do you want to see the shift? Do you want me to become a female?” 

Peter winced. 

“What? No! Only if it’s what you want. But, no, who would want you to do that? You’re not some kind of animal.” Peter was horrified, just thinking about it. Loki huffed but said nothing, watching Peter with piercing eyes. Peter took a deep breath and gathered his courage. “I-I like to wear dresses. It is called cross-dressing here.” 

Loki looked at Peter like he was analyzing Peter’s very soul. “Why are you telling me this, human?” he seemed perplexed.

“I saw you in that dress the last time, and you were gorgeous. I mean, that dress, it looked like it had been made just for you.” Peter couldn’t contain the excitement in his voice. Loki raised an eyebrow, but Peter could see that he was fighting a smile.

“That would be because it was crafted for me. I am a prince of Asgard, little one.” The reply was unexpected, and Peter felt his eyes open with shock that was rapidly replaced by glee.

“Oh yes, my da- Mr. Stark let a tailor come to the tower, and he wanted to tailor some things, but I wasn't ready yet. Mr. Stark said that the man could come back later. ” 

Loki didn’t fight his smile this time.

“And why weren’t you ready, yet, dear?”

--

Peter and Loki talked a big part of the night until Peter started to yawn too much, then Loki sent him to his room. As days went on, after his patrol and doing some homework, Peter visited every night to talk about stuff with Loki.

--

“By the Norns! Dear Spider, why would you not simply tell the man that you want him?” Loki asked, sitting against the wall of his prison.

“What? No! He doesn’t feel that way about me,” Peter answered stubbornly while painting his nails with a green nail polish that had been approved by Loki.

“You won’t know until you try, dear.” Peter shrugged and changed the subject.

--

Of course, after a visit one night, they were discovered. While Tony and Natasha (and Bucky) hadn’t been really happy about it, there was nothing they could do or say to change Peter’s mind.

--

“You what?” Peter asked, dumbfounded.

“I stabbed the mongrel,” Loki answered, way too smugly if you asked Peter.

“Because he slapped your ass? Isn’t that a bit extreme?”

“Oh my sweet, sweet, little Spider. If you let men get away with unwanted touching, they will think it is alright to do it again and again. No one should dare touch a lady like that without consequences.” Loki played with the knife that had been in his hand since they started to talk that day.

“Yes, but still, Thor is your brother.” Peter never had had a sibling, but if he had, he wouldn’t have stabbed them, for sure.

“After that, neither Thor, nor any of the savages he called ‘friends’, ever touched me without my consent.” The smile Loki sent his way made Peter shiver.

“Yeah, ok, fair.” The god did heal fast, so Peter guessed that it was okay-ish.

--

Peter had been surprised when a raven had given Peter two identical letters one morning after breakfast. He was even more surprised when the letters ended up being Loki’s complete confession. One had been addressed to ‘The Mighty Avengers’ and the other to ‘Sweet Spider’. 

Loki explained how he had fallen into Thanos’ lap after the destruction of the rainbow bridge; he mentioned the torture, the scepter, and how the beating that the Hulk gave him had helped him evade his conditioning. He also laid out Thanos' strengths and weaknesses, including how and when to beat him.

At the end, Loki wrote that he would never have written his confession if it weren’t for Peter. 

Peter then took the last page, where Loki had drawn them both and had it framed to be placed on his beloved shelf.

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Imagine Mildolyn, "Illicit Affair", Modern AU. Where Gwen's campaigning for Congress and all the meet and greets, showing up for charities for publicity, her 'cause'. At one for special needs children and their foundation she meets a very young CNA named Mildred and sort of falls head over heels in the dumbest of ways, both just love struck. Except she's campaigning to be in Congress, she's a politician, she cannot be queer and chasing after 19 year old ex-foster kids whos brothers are set to be the youngest executed on Death Row in California in decades for appalling crimes. But there she is, in hotel rooms her supporters pay for, with someone she shouldn't be with, trying to find ways to overturn cases that turned stomachs with their brutality, because a pretty girl smiled at her and called her 'ma'am' while showing her around the foundation/care home she worked at with children no one else had the time/patience to care for. Of course it goes terribly with 'dirty little secret' vibes, the breast cancer diagnosis announced on twitter before she tells Mildred in person, even if it's such a minor case ('so they say') and caught so early that it'll barely leave a scar, radiation won't be much of a deal at all. She doesn't get to tell Mildred that, she just gets to hear on Fox news about how the democrat's gonna die a horrible death and panic.

Mildred who has no patience for politicians and their fake concern, using patients as photo ops. It’s manipulative, it’s distracting to the staff, it’s awful, okay, she hates it. She is, in fact, a tad bit rude to Gwen when they meet. Gets her a death glare from Betsy Bucket, gets Gwen intrigued.

“Republican?” only half-joking.

“No.”

“Is it the suit? Should I have worn a different suit? I wanted to, but I’ve been told this one tested better.”

“The suit is fine.” It’s more than that, actually, but Mildred will not be saying that aloud, nope, uh-uh. “I don’t much care for politicians.”

“Ah, we have that in common then.”

“I doubt we have much of anything in common. Ma’am.”

And look, Gwen doesn’t usually go in for the chasing, the hard to get. She’s got enough trouble chasing votes. But this woman is so good with the kids on her ward, so patient. She’s got Disney scrubs on and as much as she’s got no time at all for Gwen, she seems to have infinite amounts for those kids. She stays with them individually, longer than any of the other staff Gwen sees, but she still manages to get a dozen things done in half as many minutes. And she’s also gorgeous, there’s that.

And Gwen has no good reason to ask her out for lunch. Honestly, none. Nothing good can come from this. Mildred asks if the citizens of California will be paying for this meal and Gwen swears that isn’t the case, no, absolutely not. Even still, Gwen doesn’t expect Mildred to say yes. She doesn’t think Mildred expected Mildred to say yes.

But she does. Tells herself it’s for Edmund, maybe this’ll be the one politician who listens, who’s willing to look past the surface facts, willing to help. Except she gets there and they don’t talk about Edmund. It’s not because Mildred doesn’t know how to bring it up, she’s made her case dozens of times. She just…they don’t talk about him, and that feels like a betrayal, but Gwen’s kind and funny and fascinating (much to Mildred’s annoyance), and she just…doesn’t feel like getting into it.

Meanwhile Trevor, Gwen’s campaign manager/law school buddy/best friend/lavender marriage soulmate, if they were in a different time, is like bitch, what’re you doing? Yes, everyone knows you’re gay as hell, but you can’t be chasing girls right now, you can’t afford to be distracted. You especially can’t afford to look distracted. And you can’t be robbing the cradle while looking distracted.

“She’s not that young.”

“Uh-huh. She wears Winnie the Pooh clothes.”

“Scrubs, those are scrubs. Scrubs aren’t clothes.”

“Uh-huh.”

“She works in a children’s ward, Trevor.”

“Uh-huh. I really wish you wouldn’t do this, but since you care nothing about me and my mental state and all the hours and hours of hard work I’ve put in for you—”

“After badgering me into hiring you over someone more qualified.”

“Hey! More qualified. I resent that. Anyway, if you insist on ruining my day, at least wear that face cream I gave you. Should make you look less like you’re robbing the cradle.”

“Go to hell.”

“And don’t do the oyster thing. Not on a first date, in the middle of the campaign.”

“It’s not a date, it’s just lunch.”

“Uh-huh.”

Gwen doesn’t do the oyster thing. Not on the first date, which neither of them acknowledge as a date, for entirely different reasons. But then there’s a second and a third, and sex, lots of sex, and it’s harder to pass off as just friendly.

And yeah, the sneaking around that Gwen hates. That Mildred says she doesn’t mind, and she actually doesn’t seem to all that much, which Gwen finds slightly concerning. Mildred’s good with secrets though, she’s good with being kept a secret. Mostly. Which again, Gwen finds concerning.

There’s pillow talk and Mildred admitting more about herself than she has to anyone, ever. Which still isn’t nearly as much as what Gwen admits, but it’s a relative thing. And still, Mildred doesn’t talk about Edmund. Gwen finds that one out on her own, stumbles across some old photos, a scrapbook of Edmund’s crimes. Gwen’s briefly concerned that Mildred is one of those people who’re deeply attracted to serial killers, but the truth is…something else.

Mildred tells her things. Some of the deeper, darker stuff, but not much, not yet. Tells her how she’s written to everyone she can think of because he’s a boy, okay? He was in an impossible situation, they both were, no one ever helped them, so Edmund decided he had to die. No one helped them before, no one helps them now. There’s anger and tears and Gwen holding her and she can’t help asking why Mildred didn’t talk to her sooner, if she’s had no problem asking for help from strangers.

“Because you aren’t,” Mildred says in a way that makes it clear she’s figuring this stuff out as she says it. “A stranger, you aren’t. You never were and I couldn’t…I didn’t want to become one to you. I didn’t want you to look at me like that.”

“Oh Mildred…”

Mildred doesn’t actually ask her to help. She doesn’t want Gwen to think that’s what it’s all been about. It was supposed to be, but it isn’t. She doesn’t ask. Gwen digs into things herself, digs into this kid who was barely double-digits when he did these things. Made all the headlines at the time, but that was over a decade ago, he’s been locked up ever since. Most of Mildred’s money goes to him, one way or another.

Gwen hides it from Trevor—the murderer, not the sex, he knew about the sex before she ever said anything—for as log as she can. But he’s always been nosy, and now he has a paid excuse to be nosy, and he nearly has an aneurysm when he hears why it is that Gwen’s suddenly digging into this case instead of kissing the babies of gay couples, like she should be.

Gwen cannot do this. Nope, absolute no. She cannot be sneaking around with the younger sister of the kid they’ve made all the documentaries about. Doesn’t matter that she’s running on a platform of prison reform, especially as it pertains to juveniles, this is not the case to start with, especially when she hasn’t won yet.

And Gwen knows. She knows. She argues with Trevor about it until he decides they both need to stop because Gwen has a speaking engagement tomorrow and she can’t sound hoarse. There are many further arguments, arguments about principles over politics, but Gwen knows he’s right. She cannot, should not, be doing any of this, at least not yet. It’s dangerous, it’s selfish, Mildred deserves better than being someone’s secret again. Gwen should break it off, at least until the election. She’s not being fair to either of them like this. They should stop, at least for a few months.

Except it’s Mildred and she’s totally hijacked Gwen’s everything, and the thought of stopping makes her ill, and everything about this is terrifying, the most terrifying thing ever.

And then there’s the checkup and the routine mammogram. Gwen started those earlier than most because somebody’s aunt on somebody’s side of the family got sick, somebody’s cousin on the other side did too.

Scratch that, there’s a new winner for most terrifying thing ever.

It’s good, they say. She started early, they caught it early, this is good, they have treatments for this. Good, they say, while Gwen damn near passes out. She’s got a campaign to finish, she can see the Too Sick to Serve headlines already. A bald look would not test well, she’s sure it wouldn’t. She talks to Trevor about that, about the campaign, until he tells her to shut the fuck up, yanks her into a crushing hug. He cries, damn him, and that makes her cry.

She’s glad he’s there.

She wishes Mildred was.

She is also relieved as hell that Mildred isn’t, that they’re on opposite sides of the state right now. No point having Mildred see her like this, having her worry. She’s got enough to worry about, enough to hurt about.

Not that Gwen isn’t planning to tell her. She is. It’s only been a few whirlwind months, but Gwen knows enough to realize that a lie of omission would be a bad, bad, bad idea where Mildred’s concerned, regardless of intention. Gwen doesn’t think of hiding it anyway, not really. Mildred deserves better then that. When and how to tell the public…that’s a completely different clusterfuck of a situation, but Mildred, Gwen just wants to tell her in person. That way Mildred can see her face when she promises it’s no big deal (hopefully without seeing how terrified she actually is), and Gwen will have all the paperwork and things she knows Mildred will want to see, and they can hold each other, and it’s just, it’s not phone call news.

Except then it’s headline news, because somehow it’s leaked. Fox News is having a field day, certain corners of the Internet are already gleefully writing her obituary, and she’s missed literally hundreds of calls by the time she gets a look at her phone. At least half of those are from Mildred. Mildred who actually sounds hysterical for the first time since Gwen’s known her, that bastard on the news with the hair, he says you’re dying, why aren’t you answering, how long have you known, please, please pick up the phone, just pick up the phone god dammit.

She’s managed to keep Mildred a secret for months. This? This doesn’t last three days before it’s everywhere. Gwen does get an I love you for the first time ever, but seeing as Mildred’s sobbing over her voicemail when it happens, the joy is somewhat muted.

[caspianjames]

BONUS Up And Coming: Julie and the Phantoms

Up and Coming: Julie and the Phantoms Jennifer McCreedy, Junior Correspondent 

On this month’s issue of Up and Coming I had the privilege of sitting down with one of America’s biggest up and coming bands, Julie and the Phantoms. Julie Molina (17), Reggie Peters (18), Alex Mercer (17), and Luke Patterson (17) began rapidly gaining popularity as YouTube stars last fall. They created music videos for songs they wrote themselves, editing them to appear as if the band were ghosts “popping in” behind Julie. Don’t understand what I mean? You can click here to check it out for yourself!

The band has a strong air of camaraderie, and it’s the first thing I notice when I walk into the room with them. They’re all piled on our big interview couch, Molina and Mercer are pressed together whispering. Patterson is bantering with Peters and flicks him in the forehead. They’re like any group of teenagers bordering on adulthood, excited and eager to please. It’s immediately apparent that to all of them, the band has a deep meaning of friendship and support. 

Of course, the first topic of conversation was about the band - what inspired the structure of their music videos, how they got their name, and which came first - the ghost music videos or the ghost band! 

“Since my mom died, my brother has really been into ghosts,” Molina explained to me. “It was actually his idea for the band to pop in like that. My dad does videography as his job, so he was able to help us film and edit. My best friend, Flynn Taylor, came up with the band name.”

The boys all laugh when I ask if they liked the name right away or if there were discussions before they went public with it. “Flynn doesn’t do discussions,” Mercer smiles at Julie like there’s an inside joke there. There probably is, seeing how close these four are. “They came up with the name and made us posters, Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter before even asking us what we thought.”

“We loved it,” Peters is quick to jump in. “And we love Flynn. She knew we’d like it, or they wouldn’t have gone ahead with everything.”

Flynn Taylor, Julie’s best friend, doubles as the band manager - she is on tour with them, but opted not to be present for the interview. 

Since beginning their tour with Panic! At the Disco, all their videos have amassed over one million views each on YouTube and their music has been released on Spotify with startlingly quick success. Molina, I discovered, is actually the newest member of the band, although I would never have known from watching the four bandmates interact. She is also the youngest by a year, having just had her seventeenth birthday as the boys are all turning eighteen, but she holds herself with a quiet confidence that all the boys seem to look to. Even this early into the interview they defer to her to answer questions and look to her for reactions to their own answers. 

This made it especially surprising to find out that the band existed before Julie joined it, just under a different name. Sunset Curve. Clearly, it did not have the popularity that Julie and the Phantoms has even a few months into their creation. “We played a couple school shows and stuff,” Patterson told me, “but nothing clicked until we met Julie.” Luke Patterson carries a humming energy with him that comes across in his words. In true rocker fashion, he struggles to sit still, tapping his fingers on his thighs and softly bouncing on the couch. 

Unsurprisingly, Molina used similar words to describe the band’s first meeting. “The first time I sang with them at school we just clicked,” she says, smiling at Luke. 

Of course, given their success, I had to ask the question everyone wants to know. How did they end up opening for Panic! At the Disco, despite being relatively unknown outside the Los Angeles music scene previous to their debut at The Orpheum?

“We’ve seen some wild theories,” Mercer confides to me with a small smile on his face. He is arguably the most subdued of the group and generally seems content to watch his bandmates answer my questions. Don’t be fooled, though - not only is he a phenomenal drummer, he also sings backup vocals for Julie and the Phantoms. “My favouirte theory was one that caught a lot of steam on Twitter about us using ‘ghost powers’,” he adds air quotes with his hands and laughs, “to hide the scheduled opener’s tour bus and then pop into the venue in their place at the time they were supposed to perform.”

The whole band laughs at this - clearly it is a favourite theory amongst them. Peters adds, though, that it was clearly an unfounded theory given that “Julie doesn’t have any ghost powers, anyways. That’s why it’s Julie and the Phantoms. But I’d kill for ghost powers in real life.” When I ask what he’d use them for, though, he seems stumped. “I think it would just be cool to walk through walls.” We’re with you on that one, Reggie!

But what actually did happen to get them into the coveted opening spot at The Orpheum? Molina gives me a modest smile when I ask. “We were honestly just in the right place at the right time,” she explains. 

Patterson picks up the story from there with a little bit more flair, telling me that the opening band had actually gotten food poisoning - “from a street dog vendor, believe it or not” - and the manager of the Orpheum happened to be familiar with the Julie and the Phantoms YouTube page. 

“Since we were local,” Peters explains, “It was just a phone call. And then suddenly we were on stage doing a proper professional soundcheck for the first time in our lives.”

“Everything moved so fast after that,” Patterson adds. Each of his bandmates nod in agreement as he speaks. “We blinked and we were on a tour bus, suddenly.”

It seems that the band is handling the change well, though. 

“It’s definitely different,” Molina tells me. “We have to be responsible for our own school and make sure we’re turning in assignments on time. There’s a lot of driving and a lot of time to kill. We can get on each other’s nerves quite a bit, but there’s always a lot of time for songwriting, too.”

When I prompt her about who gets on who’s nerves, the whole band turns in tandem to look at Luke. He laughs and shrugs at me. “I’m an early riser,” he explains. “I like music in my hands twenty-four seven. I always have my guitar, but it isn’t always appreciated.”

“We’ve had to compromise,” Mercer says with a long-suffering sigh. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was the oldest of the group. “Luke isn’t allowed to start playing music until eleven in the morning the day after a show.”

As for being on tour with Panic!, none of them seem all too bothered by the fame of the headliners. “They’re really cool,” Peters explains to me. “They’ve been doing this a long time and they always have advice for us which I think we really value right now.”

Otherwise, though, the band seems to keep to themselves. When asked about their favouirte hobbies, Peters speaks at length about Star Wars. “I can’t watch the prequels before bed,” he says. His bandmates groan and shake their heads, although he seems unbothered. “Jar-Jar gives me nightmares.”

Other than Star Wars, “We try to make sure we get time and space for ourselves every day,” Molina says. “It’s a lot of us in a small space, and if we don’t get away from each other for a bit we argue a lot more.”

When I ask each of them who their favourite bandmate is to live with, all the boys say Julie and then turn expectantly for her answer. “I suppose Flynn doesn’t count as a bandmate,” she said with a sigh. “Probably Alex, but we live together normally so it’s not something that’s new.”

Mercer confirms this piece of information with a nod and a smile. “I prefer sharing a room with your brother to sharing a bus with you, though,” he says to Julie. She just rolls her eyes. 

When pushed, Mercer elaborates a little bit. “I’ve been living with Julie’s family for my senior year. It’s a better environment for me and is much closer to our school than where I lived. My parents are happy that it gives me more time to focus on school.”

Since I have Mercer’s attention now, I ask him a question I’ve been dying to know the answer to. Does he know what a role model he is to gay and questioning children and teens that get to see him be himself so publicly? 

As all the boys have been doing, he looks to Julie before answering. “I don’t think about it much, to be honest,” he says candidly. “If people think I’m a role model then I’m glad, but I’m just me. And being gay is part of me, a part of me that’s always been completely accepted by my band, just like my drumming or my singing.”

There was no tension, the band members explain, upon finding out about Alex’s sexuality. “No one was surprised when Alex came out,” Patterson adds. “We were only, like, twelve when he came out to us, anyway. It’s just a fact about who he is. Like, Alex is gay and hates mornings and I play the guitar and love mornings and we’re best friends.”

“Plus, I’m bisexual,” Peters adds, “So it would be hypocritical to have a problem with Alex.”

“I’m pansexual,” Patterson pipes up again. “And Alex being himself helped me figure out that part of myself.”

Molina doesn’t seem to have much to add. “Alex was already out when I met him,” she says. “It was never a surprise and someone’s sexuality shouldn’t be something that causes tension or makes people upset anyways.”

When I point out that it has seemed to cause some tension among fans, they all sigh. For unaware readers, the band has been stirring up quite the debate on Twitter and Instagram amongst fans and haters alike as to who is dating who. Patterson and Molina confirmed their relationship before going on tour and have been dating since before their band became popular. Recently, a Twitter user attending a Julie and the Phantoms meet and greet noted the closeness between Molina and Peters, causing fans to speculate that Molina is cheating on Patterson with Peters. When I ask if they'd like to address it, however, they all nod. 

“Luke and I have been dating for a few months,” Julie says, “very happily. Neither of us have cheated on each other, nor would we ever. But we’re both also dating Reggie.”

When I ask for clarification, Peters adds, “I’m dating Luke and Julie, just like Julie is dating me and Luke and Luke is dating Julie and me.” Although it doesn’t sound clear, it does seem to be clear for them. 

“We’d like people to give us our privacy, although we know that probably won’t happen,” Molina says. “We’re allowed to define our own relationships in the way that works for us, we don’t have to hold them up to anyone else’s expectations or preconceived notions of what a relationship should look like.”

When I ask if there’s anything they’d like to add before we wrap up, Patterson pipes up with a confident “Yes.” 

“We’re Julie and the Phantoms,” he says, prompting Peters to follow up with “Tell your friends!”

Tell your friends, indeed. You can find Julie and the Phantoms everywhere that Panic! At the Disco is playing for the next four weeks. 

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[binniedeactivated]

mentality. || yeongyu 💦

╰─▸🖤❝ @[𝒃𝒖𝒈𝒔𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈.. ] ✎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏 𝒙 𝒃𝒆𝒐𝒎𝒈𝒚𝒖 ✎ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆¡ ✎ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕; 1.5𝒌 [@𝒃𝒖𝒈𝒔𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆] 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇...

┌  in which the priest’s son is ordered to give private religious lessons in exchange for the neighborhood boy’s salvation.   ┘

→ tw:// mockery of religion, offensive language, smut - read at your own risk

“what’s with the pink shirt?”. yeonjun’s father immediately asks, his eye snagging onto the bright fabric like glue. yeonjun toyed with the hem of his sweater, “what? it’s just a sweater”. he replies thinking nothing of it. he grasped his backpack off of the hang rack. his father stares at the dainty color in discontent. 

“you look gay. go put on another sweater”. 

“dad are you serious? I’m going to be late for the tutoring session. I can assure you that I’m not gay. pink is just a color”. 

“you know you aren’t gay but what about everyone else? some man is going to look at you and surely think the opposite”. 

“and why should I care about what they think?”. 

“because you’re my son and I’d rather not raise a bunch of homosexuals”. he blankly responds. he glares at his second born son who jogs down the stares behind yeonjun tiredly rubbing his eyes and shifting his disheveled hair. 

“take your brother soobin for example. see? even in the house he’s wearing something manly. a good ole t shirt and sweatpants”. 

“what are you guys on about?”. soobin questions underneath his breath. yeonjun rolls his eyes while watching soobin stumble into the kitchen and raid the cabinets to satisfy his growling stomach. 

“dad thinks I’m gay because I’m wearing a pink sweater”. 

“soobin won’t you tell your brother there are more colors to wear other than this girly color he has on?”.

soobin sighs. conversations like this was almost second nature at this point, especially being the priest’s son. he was well aware that his father was not only strictly religious but he was also strictly a homophobe. soobin stuffs a cookie in his mouth too tired and hungry to pick a side in their argument. he just repeated his father’s words. 

“yeonjun hyung there are more colors to wear other than the girly color you have on”. 

he grumbles before exiting to the living room. his father folds his arms and gives yeonjun a look as if to say, ‘i told you so’. yeonjun stared at him and huffed his breath. he knew there was now way around it so he just marched himself back up the stairs and changed into a black sweater instead. he stopped by the bathroom mirror to fix his hair up a bit after seeing how messed up it gotten from his quick change. he made sure his blonde strands were parted perfectly to the left. 

“and who the hell are you trying to look so good for?”. taehyun smirks before walking into the bathroom behind him. taehyun was the youngest. the baby of them all. also the most misbehaved one of them all, but you didn’t hear that from yeonjun. 

“shut up and take your piss”. yeonjun replies with a quick smack upside his brother’s head before he shuts the door behind himself. he rushed down the staircase and announced that he was leaving. he quickly grabs his backpack again and close the front door in one swift movement in hopes of avoiding another interrogation by his father. 

yeonjun wasn’t a stranger to beomgyu’s home. in fact he’s already been there a few times and his parents knew him very well, which is why it almost took nothing for them to open the door for him each time. being the priest’s son made them think that he was the best kid ever and that beomgyu needed to take notes from such an example. 

like always, yeonjun took his shoes off beside beomgyu’s bedroom door and knocked promptly. 

“who is it?”. 

“yeonjun”. he responds, rolling his eyes. who else would be coming at this time of day? 

with a few quick shuffles beomgyu opens the door to his room inviting yeonjun in. it reeked of this tropical scented perfume. it actually smelled nice to yeonjun, but it would smell even nicer if beomgyu was a girl of course. 

I mean seriously, what kind of teenaged boy wore perfume?

yeonjun shrugs off the scent and sits on beomgyu’s bed. his dad made it his mission to redeem anyone and everyone from their sins and he ordered his sons to do the same. only--the sin they were being redeemed from were never specified. 

yeonjun draws out his pencils and notebooks from the last time they met. he clicked his pen a few times and then scribbles on his paper making sure it worked perfectly. beomgyu watches intently from the corner of the room, his hands folded behind his back. he adored yeonjun. 

yes, adored. 

he thought the older was so gorgeous. he was so witty and funny and he was so smart. his voice was smooth and low when he talked and god his smile was to die for. he most importantly loved how small he was in comparison to yeonjun. 

meaning that yeonjun could crush or throw him whenever he wanted and that idea alone made beomgyu’s dick twitch in his pants. 

“hyung before we start is it okay if I show you something?”. 

yeonjun rolls his eyes and exhales annoyingly. “beomgyu if you think you’re about to get a kiss out of me you’ve lost your damn mind. that shit is gay I already told you”.

beomgyu bites the inside of his cheek and frowns, “no it’s something different this time”. 

“beomgyu--”. 

“please hyung?”. beomgyu whines sweetly. yeonjun shakes his head in frustration, “whatever-fine. make it quick because you’re running behind on these lessons”. 

“you have to close your eyes”. beomgyu orders. yeonjun covers his eyes with his hand. “fine. they’re closed”. 

unbeknownst to jun, beomgyu strips himself of his trousers and slips on his pretty pink pleated skirt with his white high knee socks to match. he straps and pink heart shaped choker onto his neck and pulls his baby blue v-neck sweater over his head and tuck the edges in carefully. he fixes his crinkled chestnut colored hair. he nervously folds his hands, he hoped yeonjun liked it. 

“you can look now hyung”. he orders once more. yeonjun’s eyes flutter open at the sight of beomgyu’s skirt steadily spilling over his slim milky thighs. his sweater hung gorgeously to the side displaying his collarbone and choker. it didn’t help that the sun’s rays slipped through his window, glowing his frame that much more. he looked like an angel almost. 

wait--what the fuck is yeonjun saying? 

“beomgyu what the hell is that?”. he says instead. 

“I want to show you my new outfit. my parents would kill me if they ever saw me in this”. beomgyu states while looking down fiddling with the pleats. 

“you know that gay scale I was telling you about? yeah. this is at like 100% right now”. 

beomgyu sat himself on the bed across from yeonjun. “I’m happy when I dress like this. you don’t think it’s pretty?”. 

“you can’t call yourself pretty. you’re a boy. that word is an adjective for girls and women”. 

beomgyu bit his upper lip shamefully. his eyes dart down. he sighs and makes another move. he climbs onto yeonjun’s lap with his thighs on either side of yeonjun’s legs. he wraps his arms around his neck and sits his face only inches apart from the older’s. 

oddly enough, yeonjun could feel his heart began to pound. 

“what can I do to be pretty to you, hyung?”. beomgyu questions with his whole heart. his coffee colored eyes bore in his with desire, need, and lust. yeonjun took a couple of swift glances at the boy’s plush pink lips. 

no--look away yeonjun. what are you doing?

“you can start by getting off my lap”. yeonjun hisses, but beomgyu knew he didn’t mean it. he adjusted himself, letting his cock get good rub on yeonjun’s thigh. feeling this, yeonjun’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. 

“kiss me hyung”. beomgyu begs, ghosting his lips over the older male’s. yeonjun’s breathing hitched while beomgyu leans in and kisses him anyway. the both of their lips danced in perfect sync and parted whenever their lungs begged for air. 

beomgyu takes yeonjun’s wrists and slides them up his thighs and yeonjun mindlessly allows his hands to roam gyu’s inner thighs. he could feel gyu’s lengthy thick cock twitch against his hand. beomgyu pushes yeonjun’s chest down onto the mattress, now on top of him and relishing the way he could easily grind his hips against yeonjun’s clothed cock for more friction. 

yeonjun felt more than ashamed of himself when he felt his dick grow beneath him. he couldn’t believe how turned on he was from this. he wasn’t gay--no this didn’t make him gay. beomgyu was dressed like a girl after all.

“beomgyu get off of me we have to stop”. yeonjun breathes. beomgyu slides his tongue along yeonjun’s lips and give them a chaste kiss. “mmm. but I want to suck your dick. it’s so hard beneath me”. beomgyu smirks and reaches back to palm it. yeonjun winces at his touch. 

beomgyu glides down planting sloppy kisses along yeonjun’s happy trail before sliding his pants down. his dick sprung free and slapped against his stomach. bright red and oozing precum. gyu teasingly gave the boy a couple of cat licks towards his tip. the feeling of gyu’s wet tongue against his needy cock was exactly what yeonjun wanted. 

it isn’t what he wanted--hell no--because he wasn’t gay. 

he wasn’t gay. 

right?

“you should see the way your dick jumps when I do this”. 

yeonjun glares down and sits on his elbows, “beomgyu I don’t think we should be doing this. just get up I promise I won’t tell anyone about it”. he utters in distress. 

beomgyu takes his lips and kiss the tip before letting his disappear between his lips. his teeth lightly grazed it but gyu was sure to tuck them away, refusing to let yeonjun see the animalistic side of him when it was there first time doing anything sexual. 

his tight warm mouth coddled yeonjun’s cock in the most delicious way. even as he worked his way down yeonjun relished the way it filled his cheeks until he choked. and when he did, he came back up with teary eyes and puckered drooling lips full of precum and saliva. the squelching noises of beomgyu’s mouth made yeonjun’s heart pound. he drops his head back between his shoulders and closes his eyes in bliss. 

“fuck beomgyu”. he groans and it made beomgyu excited. he’d been waiting for this moment. waiting for the time he could touch and suck yeonjun as much as he wanted. waiting for when he could make yeonjun moan for him and him only.

beomgyu elicits soft dainty moans while his mouth was filled with yeonjun’s cock. he uses a hand to stroke the remaining portions of his dick and repeatedly slobs over the throbbing tip. not to mention his back was arched perfectly in the air, displaying the skirt that didn’t look as ugly as yeonjun portrayed it to be. 

yeonjun hips began to twitch into the younger’s mouth. he reaches down to grab beomgyu’s soft locks as his eyes rolled to the back of his head once more. “ffuck is it supposed to feel this good?”. he asks honestly. 

beomgyu grasps the base with one hand and covers his tips with another, he lets his mouth wrap around the shaft of his dick and hungrily licks and sucks up and down continuously. the sensation felt like a punch in the stomach to jun who wasn’t used to it. he doubles over and bites his lips, tugging at beomgyu’s roots harder.

the wet sounds of beomgyu’s mouth and tongue bounced off his bedroom walls and yeonjun thought he was going to lose his mind if beomgyu didn’t stop. his dick throbbed harshly between the younger’s lips. “o-okay beomgyu you can stop now”. yeonjun exhales with breathing becoming shaky. an overwhelming feeling was washing over him euphorically. beomgyu continues bobbing his head against his dick making sure he captured every spot. 

“b-beomgyu I said you can stop”. yeonjun warns again with his hips stuttering into his mouth. “I want to see you cum”. beomgyu muses, stroking his dick one last time with his hand before yeonjun’s hot liquids were darting everywhere. 

he can’t believe he just did that. what the fuck?

he panicked, “beomgyu if you tell anyone I’ll kill you”.

[comebackbehere23]

2nd weirdest crossover I’ve written. I also definitely have about 4K more of this written, but this was all I could fit without reaching character limit.

“Just because our parents are married, it doesn’t mean I like you.”

“Oh, the sentiment is returned in full.”

Beca Mitchell glares at the younger girl, “Just stay out of my room, out of my business, and out of my life and we’ll be fine.”

“Fine.” Rachel scoffs. “I hate you.”

“I hate you too, pipsqueak.”

“Beca!”

Beca blinks furiously as she pulls herself from the memory and glances to her few excited acapella teammates. Everyone is watching with her with wide eyes, and all Beca can do is squirm uncomfortably as she shifts away from the looks. She knows why they’re watching her, they’re waiting for her excitement; Beca is minutes away from being reunited with her little sister and she is beyond thrilled.

“She’s here!” Flo calls from the window.

With a small smile, Beca allows her friends to pile out the door and welcome the youngest Mitchell into their embrace. Beca slowly makes her way to the front door and watches as her baby sister is stuck in a game of ping pong of hugs and kisses. As she watches, Beca can’t help but feel a little amazed by how much Rachel has grown. Not too much has changed really, she still has stars in her eyes and a smile too big for her face.

She’s still the same kid who came nose diving into her life when she was fourteen. But it’s different now, she’s different. She’s twenty and has been away at college for the last three years, she missed Rachel’s entire high school experience. She missed Rachel. Now, her little sister is here and she gets a chance to rebuild something that she knows is pretty much already unbreakable.

“Alright, alright!” Beca calls. “Let the girl breathe.”

“Rebbie!”

Beca winces, “On second thought, smother her.”

Rachel is full of giggles as she skips to her sister and throws her arms around her. Beca doesn’t bother to hide her smile, she doesn’t try to smother that part of her only her sister can bring out. If Beca is being honest, gaining a sister is the only reason why she got through her parents divorce. For the first few months, she hated Rachel but after a few awkward conversations over microwave dinners and swapping their musical passions, everything changed. She changed.

“Hey, pipsqueak.” Beca grins.

Rachel pulls away with a beam, “I missed you.”

“I missed you more. Believe it or not, there’s not a lot of people like you on this campus.” Beca teases, and Rachel simply waves her off. “Did you get here okay? How was your flight?”

“Beca, do you have actual...feelings?” Flo asks as she furrows her brow. “I thought you were much like the boy from back home who didn’t speak so they sent him to live in the forest.”

“They sent a kid to live in the forest?” Amy scoffs with a roll of her eyes. “Big deal. In Tasmanian, we sent a kid to wrestle crocodiles to prove we were a higher class.”

Stacie blinks in horror, “What happened to him?”

“He died.” Amy shrugs.

Beca slaps a hand to her forehead while her sister simply laughs, “Jesus. Rach, I promise you’ll get used to all of...this.”

“I like it.” Rachel assures her with a bittersweet shrug. “Back home, the Glee club never really accepted me for me. I-I didn’t have this. And having friends? That’s all I want. The bonus is that my friends get to become my family.”

“Don’t worry, Mini Mitchell,” Stacie beams as she bounces to wrap her arms around Rachel. “You’re here and this is a brand new start. So, how about we show you your room?”

Rachel nods happily, “Please.”

Beca watches with a small frown as Flo and Stacie eagerly swallow Rachel up in a herd to lead her into their house. As she watches her sister, Beca can sense a change. She isn’t sure what it is or what it means but it doesn’t feel good. It makes her stomach turn, and she’s determined to figure out what has happened to Rachel in the three years they’ve been apart.

“You good, Shawshank?”

Beca nods, “Yeah. Totally.”

“She’ll be okay.” Amy assures her as she claps a hand on Beca’s shoulder. “Just give it some time, yeah? We’ve got her back.”

“I know.” Beca chuckles. “Thanks, Amy.”

*

Rachel meets everyone in small clumps. She was greeted by Flo, Stacie, and Amy. Later, she was given a tour by Ashley and Jessica. After that, she had endured a quite disturbing conversation with Lilly before Beca had pulled her away. Now, she’s watching Beca anxiously stare at the front door as she waits for the important Bella to appear. And by important, Rachel can only assume that Beca is talking about Chloe Beale.

Chloe is the one thing that Beca always talked about when they would text or spend hours on FaceTime. She told Rachel about the shower, about her Bellas audition, about Chloe’s surgery, about their win at Nationals, and so on. And like any other fairytale that Beca has read her, Rachel waited in anticipation for the big kiss. For the happy ever after. Yet it never came. At least not with Chloe. Instead it came in the form of some guy named Jesse, someone Beca had only mentioned once and that was only because he has accidentally bumped into Chloe and didn’t apologize.

“Beca, I’m here! What’s so important?”

When Chloe appears, Rachel wants to slap Beca. She genuinely wants to pile drive her sister into the nearest concrete platform because Chloe is beautiful. She’s stunning. The photos and selfies Beca has sent her doesn’t do that older woman enough justice, especially when it comes to those blue eyes. Suddenly, Rachel understands just why Beca hasn’t made a move on her. She understands why her sister ended her relationship with Jesse before it could even really begin; she ended it because of those damn baby blues.

“Chlo,” Beca drawls. “This is my little…”

“Oh. My. God.” Chloe squeals. “You’re Rachel.”

“I am.” Rachel nods. “And you’re Chloe.”

“I have heard so much about you.” Chloe sighs as she sweeps Rachel into a tight hug. “Beca has a calendar that has been counting down to this day. It’s so cute.”

Beca slaps a palm to her face, “Chloe.”

“What? It’s true. Out of all of us, you are the only one with a younger sister. Can you aca-believe it? The rest of us are stuck with older siblings or smelly baby brothers.” Chloe pouts as she pulls away from Rachel. “Don’t be ashamed of how much you love her.”

“I’m not.” Beca chuckles. “I really am happy for her to be here.”

Chloe crosses the room to cup Beca’s cheeks as she grins, “You’re so cute.”

“I’m late! Oh darn, I am so late!”

Chloe pulls away from Beca in time to watch as Emily spills into the house and stumbles over the rug. It isn’t a shock to anyone when her books go flying and she lands with a thud, but Rachel is quick to rush forward to help her pick up her books. And as Emily looks up, Beca sees it. She sees the moment a spark is lit, it’s the same spark that was lit for her three years ago at that activities fair.

“Wow.” Emily swallows hard. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi.” Rachel whispers. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Uh huh.” Emily nods as she stumbles to her feet and accepts the book Rachel offers her. “You didn’t have to help. Thanks.”

“It’s no problem.” Rachel grins.

Emily sputters as she offers her hand, “I’m Emily. Emily Junk. And yes, I said junk. Like the stuff you find in the garbage...but I’m not garbage. Or at least I don’t think I am.”

“I definitely don’t think you’re garbage. At least you don’t look or smell like it.” Rachel giggles as she accepts the soft handshake. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard all about you, Legacy. I’m Rachel. Rachel Berry-Mitchell.”

Emily keeps the smile on her face as her eyes go wide, “Oh shit.”

“Yeah,” Beca snorts. “Oh shit is right.”

*

“So, are you going to help me unpack?”

“What’s the point?”

Quinn glares at her sister, “Seriously?”

“Q-Tip, I’m in the middle of finishing this project. Alex and I are halfway done and if we finish in time then that means dinner with Kara, and I haven’t done that in days.” Lena reminds her. “So, unpack by yourself.”

“Thanks. Always such a big help.”

“I allowed you to move into my apartment, didn’t I? I saved you from having to suffer through the tortures of dorm life.” Lena points out as she nudges her goggles back up her nose. “And I’m hiding your major from mom and dad.”

Quinn rolls her eyes, “I appreciate it.”

“That’s the attitude I’m looking for.” Lena smirks.

With a sigh, Quinn hauls another box into her room and looks at the bare walls. For the next four years, this is going to be her home. After begging and crying, Lena had relented and allowed Quinn to move into her apartment so she could avoid Barden’s dorm rooms. But now that she’s here, it feels so...empty. Even though she can smell her sister’s perfume everywhere and see pictures of the life she left back in Lima plastered everywhere.

No, the emptiness comes from the giggles that Lena gives as she studies with her best friend. Or the way she flushes when her phone lights up. It’s an empty sadness and jealousy that reminds her that her sister already has created a new life, she has escaped their parents expectations. But Quinn? No, Quinn is their last shot. With one kid in jail and the other gay, Quinn is their golden ticket. Their golden child. And she refuses to ruin that.

“Maybe that’s why you’re so lonely.” Quinn sighs.

And maybe, maybe it is.

[cultofbeatles]

beginners guide to the beatles

 made one of these a long time ago but i'm surprised by how short it was. so here we go again. doing it right this time lol. 

pov: you told a bad joke and now the beatles are judging you. 

john winston lennon. later in his life known as john winston ono lennon. 

born on october 9, 1940 

i believe in astrology bc how does john just happen to be a libra 

when john was four he started living with his aunt mimi who acted more as his mother figure 

his mother, julia, remarried and would visit him quite a bit.

it was julia who taught john how to play banjo and piano. and she bought his first guitar.

they both had a deep love for music and rock n roll 

he never really thought of her as his mother but more as a cool friend i suppose 

aunt mimi was more rough on him and did the disciplining 

his father was never really present growing up and his uncle passed away when he was young 

he thought he was a curse for the men in his family 

he had five half siblings. two of them, julia and jacqueline, he was pretty close to. the other three he barely knew. 

fashion icon.

hated school but loved art 

very early on he was insecure with himself 

teachers always shit on him and said he would go nowhere in life 

he met paul at a church fete on july 6, 1957 

paul taught him how to play guitar properly.

once told paul that he didnt know how paul carried on after his mother died bc he just didn't think he could do it 

john’s mother died from being hit by an off duty policemen. john was seventeen at the time. 

 he took her death really hard and became a bit of a recluse. 

first serious relationship was with cynthia (we stan her) 

once cynthia cut her hair short and he didn't talk to her for two days. 

hate men. kill all men. 

when he asked her to dance at a party she turned him down saying that she was engaged, and so he said “well i didn't ask you to fucking marry me, did i?” 

slapped her once bc he was drunk and another boy was talking to her.

only time her hit her.

read cynthia’s books about john pls. i beg. 

once a psychic told him that he would be shot in the states.

founder of the beatles and also came up with the name.

instruments he could play: guitar, harmonica, rhythm guitar, banjo, keyboard, piano, saxophone, bass guitar, and a little drums. 

main songwriter in the beatles along with paul.

was more open minded to change in the beatles music. 

was insecure in his relationship with paul after a while bc he thought he only needed him for songwriting. 

would bitch about paul all day long but the second anyone else said something about him he’d be on their ass. 

had a lot of issues and needed a good hug. 

suffered from eating disorders, drug addictions, depression, insecurities, and questioned his sexuality bc of the time. 

was super open minded and ahead of his time in many instances. 

once he was called “the fat beatle” and after that he stopped eating as much.

truly loved his first son, julian lennon, and would buy him presents all the time bc he was excited to see him play with them.

“your famous ex husband”

he enjoyed playing monopoly. 

he once claimed that he saw a ufo.

he had written three books but he always wanted to write a children's book.

 the last song he ever performed in front of a live audience was “i saw her standing there.” with elton john.

he was afraid of the dark. 

found out later in his life that he was dyslexic. 

was also legally blind without glasses.

never could catch a break huh.

said that his best lyric ever was “all you need is love” i agree.

the first time yoko and john met was not at her art exhibit but actually when she approached him about giving away songs for free.

wanted to write a musical with paul. 

once a friend dared him to masturbate ten times in one day and he managed to do it nine times.

would hold circle jerks with paul and a few other friends. 

just dudes being dudes. 

went on a holiday with brian epstein, who was gay, and told some people afterward that they did certain sexual things. but we will never know for sure.

yoko says that john was bisexual.

once in an interview he said that he would of married a rich man or woman if he wasn't in the beatles. 

hated his voice on records. would always ask for effects on his voice for final recordings. 

made a film with yoko where it was just his penis going from flaccid to erect for fifteen minutes in slow motion. 

only beatle not to of become a vegetarian while he was alive. 

murdered on december 8, 1980.

gave his autograph earlier in the day to the man who would murder him.

died at the age of 40.

“all my loving” was played while he was at the hospital.

and its spooky bc a lot of times in interviews he would say “when i'm 40..” 

and it’s sad bc he was finally becoming who he truly wanted to be. 

honorable john moments that i love:

“thanks for the purpler hearts” he says while receiving the silver heart 

“you are the first person from liverpool that i've ever seen” “great”

eric lennon on my mind today 

this come together performance where he messed up the lyrics lol

that interview where paul was sick and john keep checking on him 

john lennon speaking nothing but facts 

when he said that he could see the beatles going separate ways but that they'd always come back together.

SHUT UP 

“shut up while he’s talking..”

this interview breaks my heart sometimes 

and this interview is great as well 

sir james paul mccartney 

born on june 18, 1942

if you ever have spare time just check out this man’s natal chart. 

idk how he’s still alive with his chart tbh. 

he has a younger brother named mike and a step sister named ruth. 

his dad thought he was the ugliest baby he’d ever seen when he was born. 

when he was young paul would kill frogs in a way to prepare himself for the war if he ever was drafted. 

the first instrument he ever learned to play was the trumpet.

I don't even want to list every instrument this man can play but trust me when I say it’s a lot.

but for the beatles he mainly did bass, vocals, and piano. sometimes playing the guitar and the drums.

the beatles was just paul moving really, really fast. 

he lost his mother when he was 14 due to surgery for breast cancer.

never really learned how to cope well with loss of a loved one tbh. 

had the cutest chubby cheeks as a kid tbh 

met john and was accepted into his band 

sometimes they'd ditch school together and either work on music or would visit art galleries.

went to paris with john and john bought him all the banana milkshakes that he wanted.

connected over their love and admiration for music, and bc they had both lost their mothers. 

had a girlfriend’s mom who he would make comb his leg hairs. 

was an ass to his first girlfriend.

kill all men again. 

almost had to marry his girlfriend dot bc she was pregnant, but she ended up losing the baby.

was the one who introduced george harrison to john.

practically despised pete best and stuart stutcliffe bc they were bringing the group down. 

got arrested along with pete best bc they lit a condom on fire in hamburg.

still felt awful and a little guilty when stuart died suddenly. 

main force behind the beatles imo. 

without him we’d have not as much beatles music as we do. 

was dating jane asher throughout majority of the sixties. 

when they first met they talked about syrup and paul fell in love.

they broke things off after she walked in on him sleeping with another woman though.

directed magical mystery tour and it was amazing and I don't care what anyone says ok?

when john divorced cynthia he was the only one not scared of john and went against his wishes of not speaking to cynthia.

was a little controlling at times. 

has a good heart though. 

mal evans had to drive him home once after a beatles sessions bc he was crying so hard. 

was talking about getting the band back to touring when john said he was leaving the group. 

everyone kind of turned against him when the beatles were breaking up and i hate it.

he just wanted what was best for the band.

married linda and had a nice little farm. 

we love that story.

linda i'm free thursday if you want to hang out pls.

started up the whole “no meat monday” thing where you don't eat monday on mondays

food meat. not the other kind of meat.

children: james mccartney, stella mccartney, heather mccartney, mary mccartney, and beatrice mccartney. 

rip martha. 

WINGS!! 

he lost linda in 1998 due to cancer.

 cried for a whole year bc of it.

still has dreams about john and says they're nice.

wrote a sad song about john called “here today.”

really loved john. like..he truly, genuinely did. 

want someone to love me like paul does john. 

“think of me every now and then old friend.”

honorable paul moments:

his story about george’s dad 

“john? he was beautiful. very beautiful.”

humpty dumpty rap 

another story about him and george.

his google search video that I watch every week 

this 

george harrison 

born: February 24, 1943 

or at least we think 

bc he use to say that his birthday was february 25, but later started saying it february 24. 

why can't we change our birthdays its not like we picked it 

he was the youngest child.

baby of the family and of the beatles awwww

two older brothers named harry and peter. one older sister named louise.

when george’s mom was pregnant with him she’d play sitar music.

his mom was super supportive of his career choice 

when he was 16 he worked as an electricians apprentice.

his dad kind of hoped he would start a family business out of it.

george said nah

would ride the bus opposite way of his house just to spend time with paul 

headbutted a kid bc he didn't think they were worthy of paul’s friendship 

was brought into the band bc of paul insisting to john 

would follow john around like a lost puppy when he first met him 

once had an eight hour erection. don't ask me how idk he said it.

was 17 when he lost his virginity and the other band members were in the room watching and cheered him when he finished 

most sex craved beatle tbh 

once walked into a girls dressing room and asked if they could stand there so he could masturbate 

he was the first beatle to go to america 

got a black eye for defending ringo once 

would make john and paul take turns sharing rooms with ringo when he first joined the band so that he felt more welcomed 

when ringo left during the white album and then came back george decorated the studio with flowers for him 

during the beatles first recording session he told george martin that he didn't like his tie

became a vegetarian at 22 

favorite candy was jelly beans and purple was his favorite color 

used the phrase “grotty” in the hard days night movie, hated it, but everyone else picked up on the slang 

met his first wife, pattie boyd, on the set of a hard days night 

was turned down by her at first 

they married in 1966

wouldn't let her do modeling stuff and was kind of an ass 

a stylish couple but not the best image for a healthy relationship 

got into eastern religion around 1965 

during the Hamburg days he would eat chicken on stage 

had an affair with ringo’s first wife maureen 

got a divorce from pattie in 1977

in 1978 he married olivia who he stayed with until his death and had one son with. dhani.

was the first beatle to hit a number one single and album. 

was buddies with led zeppelin

inspired their “rain song” 

smashed a piece of cake on john bonham’s head and then was thrown into the pool by him 

he financed and produced films. had a production company.

tom petty said that george never shut up once you started talking to him 

but he was often referred to as “the quiet beatle”

formed another band called the traveling wilburys

he’d answer questions online in the 2000′s and it’s the cutest thing ever and his answers break my heart too.

“what do you miss most about john lennon?” “john lennon.”

in 1999 a schizophrenic person broke into his house and stabbed him 40 times 

thank god olivia was there bc she was the only braincell in the room 

had to get a part of his lung taken out 

died november 29, 2001 from lung cancer 

ashes were scattered into the ganges river 

honorable george moments:

this interview he did with ringo 

“i'm sad bc i can't play guitars with john anymore. but i did that...i know we’ll meet again some day.”

when he invented reaction videos 

“the wind was blowing.” “..blowing my girl?”

“what kind of girl do you like?” “john’s wife.”

sir richard starkey aka ringo starr 

born on july 7, 1940 

oldest member in the group 

has no siblings 

naturally was left handed but his grandma thought it was bad luck so he writes right handed, and plays drums with a right handed kit 

but does everything else left handed

when he was 6 he fell into a two month coma 

was a very sick child 

when he was 13 he was in the hosiptal for tuberculosis and formed a hospital band 

grew up poor 

loves and looked up to his stepfather a lot 

his step father bought him his first drum kit in 1957

wasn't that great in school bc he missed so much of it from being so sick 

he worked for a britain railway for a while 

also served drinks on a day boat for a job 

loves dancing 

Rory storm and the hurricanes 

got his nickname from all the rings he would wear

replaced pete best as the beatles drummer 

dealt with people hating him for a bit bc they liked pete more 

had to style his hair in a bowl cut to be in the band and i'm still mad at them for making him do that shit 

ringo i'm so sorry 

george martin didn't really like his drumming and had a session drummer come in for the first album 

in 1964 he had tonsillitis, pharyngitis, and high fever all at once and had to be in the hospital for a bit.

was worried the beatles would replace him for good 

he’s a cancer don't worry

was the first beatle to try weed 

drummers always go first huh 

married his first wife, maureen, in 1965 

she kissed paul, ringo, and george.

what a champ

honeymoon was ruined by reporters 

was really insecure in his relationship and needed a lot of reassurance 

had a great relationship with pretty much all the beatles 

but a great one with john 

john felt his most relaxed when he was with ringo

was once in a movie with roger daltrey 

divorced maureen in 1975 

his wife now is barbara bach who he married in 1981 

had alcohol problems 

once gotten so drunk that he beat barbara so badly that he thought he killed her 

put himself into rehab after that 

barbara lowkey looks like jan from the office 

children: zak, lee, and jason

zak is the drummer for the band the who 

peace and love 

but don't send me fan mail anymore 

peace and love 

ringo starr and the allstar band (starting 1981)

was the narrator for thomas the tank engine 

will play at paul’s concerts sometimes now for fun 

mad bc he came on stage during paul’s last concert show and it was on my birthday and I couldn't go to it 

honorable ringo moments:

“do you want me to come with you?”

stupid barbara walters 

talking about paul 

giving us a little dance 

[i-miss-balthazar]

Black and White and Shades of Grey

Warnings: they talk about sex?

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Midam

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Adam lay with his head on Michael’s chest as the archangel ran his fingers through his human’s hair slowly, a sated silence between them. There were no words between them because none were needed, both just basking in the comfort shared between them. Michael’s wings were visible, the soft white and pale blue feathers caressing Adam like a second embrace. They’d been like this for a long time, tangled together in the still of the morning, both awake yet neither speaking or moving to get out of bed. It must’ve been hours before Michael finally broke the peace. 

“We promised we’d go to the bunker today.” He reminded softly, leaning down to kiss Adam’s head. Adam sighed. 

“We did, didn’t we? Alright…” Adam murmured. “I suppose we should get up then.” Michael stooped down, capturing Adam’s lips this time. 

‘I don’t want to.’ Michael’s voice rang within his head. 

‘I know - me neither. I like mornings like this.’ Adam agreed. 

‘I enjoy the peace, and your company… being comfortable, and knowing that we’re safe…’ Adam gently cupped Michael’s face as he kissed him. The gentle touch was a simple, silent reassurance. They were out. And they were safe. 

~|~

Seeing Sam and Dean was still awkward. It was a neat mix of them trying to be friendly and also trying to show how apologetic they were. The latter was mostly Sam, and the only way they would really talk instead of uncomfortable small talk was when they’d all had a few glasses of alcohol. 

The angels that lived at the bunker, they were the real reason Adam and Michael came. Castiel had a big heart, and with him came Jack; Michael’s nephew. Adam liked Jack. He was sweet, and had an innocence that reminded him of a time before the cage. Then of course there was Gabriel. Though his and Michael’s relationship was still strained at times, he had a quirky sense of humour and spunky personality that Adam rather enjoyed. 

“Adam!” Gabriel whistled, plunking down one the chair next to him. “Good to see you again, kiddo.” He hummed. Adam gave a smile, sipping the dark liquor Dean had poured him. 

“You too, Gabriel.” He responded.

“How are things with Michael?” Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows. Adam chuckled softly, a fond smile befalling his lips. 

“Things are good. It’s so… peaceful.” Adam sighed. “I really love him.” He added much quieter, into his tumbler. Gabriel’s grin told him that the statement didn’t go unheard. The youngest archangel leaned over, his elbows on the arm of Adam’s chair, resting his chin in his palms. There was a mischievous glint behind his eyes, the devilish smirk on his face inspired no confidence. 

“So…” The word was drawn out, and Adam leaned back, sighing. “Have you and Michael done the dirty yet?” Gabriel asked, his voice low. Adam blushed, his eyes darting around for his brothers, but Dean had gone to the kitchen to make snacks and Sam was far enough away in conversation with Cas and Michael he couldn’t hear their chatter. 

“No… is that a bad thing?” Adam responded. Why was he even entertaining this? He decided to blame the liquor. Gabriel simply shook his head. 

“Everyone does it at their own time. You and Mikey have been together a long time, but you’ve only been in separate bodies for so long… is he just too nervous? He’s been so focused on being ‘the good soldier’ I don’t think he’s ever had sex before…” Gabriel hummed thoughtfully. 

“Michael’s a virgin?” Adam blinked in shock. One of the oldest beings in the universe still had his v-card. It was almost funny. 

“I think so, anyways.” Gabriel shrugged. Adam nodded slowly, letting his mind drift. 

No, it wasn’t Michael’s fault. There had been times when they were making out, and Michael’s hands had begun to wander over his body. But Adam hesitated, and so Michael stopped. There weren’t words, he just stopped, pulling Adam closer and focusing purely on kissing him. It wasn’t like Adam was a virgin. In highschool he had gotten around. His girlfriend had wanted it, and he liked her. He liked feeling loved. Yet the whole time he’d been completely in his head, less enjoying the moment and more wondering if he was doing it wrong. When his friends talked about it, they made it sound like the greatest experience ever, but when Adam did… it was more just something to do. It felt good, sure, but he just… didn’t care for it. His partners wanted it though. It kept them happy, so… what was the harm? Michael was different though. Whenever Michael sensed the hesitation he stopped. Michael could hear his thoughts, and the nerves that haunted him. He didn’t press. He just accepted it. Part of Adam still felt guilty though. Why couldn’t he just be like everyone else and give his boyfriend the pleasure he more than deserved?

“Hellooooo? Earth to Adam?” Gabriel waved a hand in front of his face, yanking Adam from his thoughts. Adam felt his cheeks heat up. 

“I dunno. I guess it’s just… not that important…?” Adam really did mean to sound more sure of himself, but it came out a question, and that didn’t slip past Gabriel. 

“Come on, Milligan, talk to me!” He urged. If Adam was thinking about it, he probably could’ve made a snappy comment about Gabriel being way too into his brother’s sex life, but a little advice couldn’t hurt, could it?

“It’s weird, Gabriel.” Adam sighed. “I’m just… I’m not sure. Sex has never really meant a lot to me. Everyone says it’s so amazing, but I just… I don’t care for it.” 

“Wait, Adam, are you a virgin too?” Gabriel blinked. 

“Nonono, I’ve had sex… I just…” Adam sighed. “It’s just not a big deal to me. When I do, I kinda feel like I have to dramatize how much I enjoy it for my partner, and I don’t enjoy it as much as I think I’m supposed to. Everyone talks it up so much but I just… I don’t get it.” He sighed once more. “And I feel bad! Michael knows me well enough to know when I’m not totally into doing something, so he just stops. But it’s not just about me, I feel like I should be doing something to pleasure him, I just… it’s confusing, Gabriel.” Adam stared accusingly at his glass of liquor, feeling guilty for opening his mouth. 

“Have you ever heard of asexuality?” Gabriel inquired thoughtfully. 

“That’s when people hate having sex and never do it at all, right?” Adam asked. 

“Well kind of. It depends on the person. Some asexuals are repulsed by sex, but like most things, asexuality exists on a spectrum.” Gabriel explained. 

“Okay. But I can’t be asexual. I still like… think about having sex with people. And I guess I get aroused sometimes.” Adam sighed dejectedly. 

“Maybe grey-ace then.” Gabriel provided. Adam stared blankly. “Nothing is black and white. Because you do feel a bit of sexual attraction, so you don’t  exactly classify yourself asexual… but you’re not allosexual either… maybe you’re grey-ace.” Gabriel shrugged. That made Adam really think. He didn’t entirely have his head wrapped around it, but something about it did feel right. 

“...thank you, Gabriel.” Adam offered him a warm smile. Gabriel smiled back charmingly. 

“No prob, kiddo. Anytime you need help with that stuff, I’m your guy. I’m like a walking gay encyclopedia.” He laughed, and Adam laughed too. Gabriel held out his drink. “To you, my friend. And self discovery.” He toasted. Adam chuckled, clinking their glasses together. 

“Sure. I’ll drink to that.”

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hello! i don't know anything about your OC's, but i saw your post. could you perhaps list all of them with a short summary? 🙏🏻💕

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry this took so long to answer. I moved house and it was A Lot. My OCs are legion so for the sake of everyone else’s dashes I’m putting this under a read more

These are just for the clone wars era I’m leaving the rebels out of it

Thanks for asking!! Feel free to ask about anyone if you want to know more.

fair warning this is long af

I’m splitting it into sections to make this easier

Heretics

Jedi

Bela Rant

Togruta Jedi Master and mother Master of four Padawans children. Not a favourite of the Council due to differences in interpretation of the Code. Had an ongoing feud with Qui Gon Jinn that lasted until he died. She died in the war ten years later and Col took over her command.

Alask Racor

Grumpy Twi’lek first Padawan of Bela, had two Padawans of his own but was killed by pirates before the second was knighted.

Reya Meraska

Alask’s first Padawan. A human from Jedha and compassion incarnate. Had an uneventful apprenticeship and grew up to be comparatively quiet compared to the rest.

Ben Edo

Reya’s first and so far only Padawan. The model of a perfect Jedi except for thinking their interpretation of the Code is bullshit. Would have made one hell of a politician if he could stand the Senate. From Dantooine.

Tol Koden

Alask’s second Padawan, a very polite Zabrak. Alask died when he was 17 and Jos took over his training. He and Ben are the same age and were raised basically together.

Jos Vel

Stubborn and opinionated Kiffar. Bela’s second Padawan. Had her own (equally stubborn and opinionated) Padawan and then took over Tol’s training when Alask died.

Harlan Konshi

Jos’s Padawan. Also a Kiffar. Would also make a fine politician because being raised by Jos taught him to argue. He’s a bit of a jackass but in a charming way. Like, he’s a prick but you still like him.

Azaana Tyl

Harlan’s sweet, quiet, shy Togruta Padawan. Jos laughed so hard when she heard about that. Harlan is trying to teach her self-confidence. The baby of the family.

Col Blackmoor

Bela’s third and most disastrous Padawan. The former Temple Problem Child (now Temple Problem Adult). Not that he spends much time in the Temple. Was so far out on the Outer Rim he didn’t find out there was a war on until he had to come back and take over Bela’s legion. The worst case of ADHD the Temple has ever seen.

Lena Sola

Col took her in after an incident with her former Master almost saw her kicked out of the Order. Col intervened. She’s still uncomfortable around most Jedi, but they’re working on it. Sweet kid. Kage.

Aden Jadus

Bela’s final Padawan, knighted just before Geonosis. Yes, she’s from Tatooine. No, that does not mean she knows Skywalker. Stop asking.

Not-Jedi

Vale

The oldest of the bunch, Reya’s Commander. Has enough Big Dad Energy to build a deck at 20 paces. Meat grills in his presence and the shinies all fear his disappointed frown.

Nill

Jos’s Commander. Deeply claustrophobic. A nice, likeable guy unless you piss him off. Caffeine demon.

Jax

Clone Commander and Col Wrangler in Chief, Col regards his Commander with barely disguised awe. He considers him his closest friend. For his part, Jax thinks similarly highly of Col. He likes to draw when he gets spare time (rarely). Grew up with Sonny and Cody. Very protective of Lena.

Crater

Professional Ray of Sunshine, the exact opposite of his twin. Crater and Crash grew up with Wolffe. Crater was assigned to Ben, and he likes his General, really, but the man never sleeps. It’s starting to stress him out.

Click

Professional Salt Mine assigned to the Galaxy’s Politest Jedi because apparently the GAR runs on irony. Makes Wolffe look like a ray of happy, happy sunshine.

Pip

The perpetual optimist to Aden’s incredible pessimist. Remains stubbornly cheerful by choice, because if he doesn’t laugh he doesn’t think he’ll ever stop crying.

Dexter

Professional Grouchy Bastard. Likes Harlan well enough but will absolutely tell him he’s full of shit. If Azaana likes you, Dexter will tolerate your existence. If you make Azaana sad they will never find your body. A training accident left him with scars and a deep growl in his voice that makes him sound angrier than he is.

Stitch

Col’s CMO and the only person Jax legitimately fears. Deeply wishes his siblings and General would get injured less and look after themselves more. Is willing to enforce this with sedatives.

Zip

The Right Hand of God (Stitch’s second in command). He who wields the big needles.

Layne

Cheerful but stressed Captain of a company of reckless idiots who really should know better but apparently don’t. He should be used to it. He grew up with Rex.

Trip and Tap

Two survivors of Krell reassigned to Col. Tap has a nervous habit of tapping his fingers. Trip can trip over thin air.

Jazz, Snap and Void

A trio. Jazz likes to wander off. Void likes to hide. Snap likes to complain they’re giving him grey hair from the stress of having them disappearing all the time.

Ray and Rico

The product of an embryo that split, Ray and Rico lived in fear of being culled as defects on Kamino. They’ve since left Kamino, but the fear hasn’t left them.

Lys

A tired medic who would like Dexter to drink something that isn’t caf please.

Tyke

The medic with the most agreeable Jedi (Tol). He barely has to bully him into seeking medical attention at all. Such a shame that his Commander seems determined to make up for it by being a complete bastard. If Click wants to get tackled in the hallway, that’s his lookout.

Rill

Has a particular interest in medical research. Or he would if he ever had the time. 

Corrie

The youngest CMO in the GAR. Just barely 18, only on the field for six months and never meant to be CMO at all. But she’s the only medic Pip’s got left after that clusterfuck, so they’re all doing their best. She might be young but she will absolutely yell at a commander you see if she doesn’t.

New Dawn Crew

Not-Clones

Mira Vin 

A female Kiffar former Jedi whose Master died on Geonosis. The Council were going to knight her and make her a General, so she told Windu to stick it up his ass and ran away to the Outer Rim to harass slavers and save “defective” clones.

Kell Vekarr

An Alderaanian former Jedi who was rescued from slavers as a child. Finally took the 20 remaining members of his command and ran when the rest were killed over Ando. Jaster’s boyfriend. Autistic.

Jaster Toran

True Mandalorian bounty hunter who was betrayed by a client and sold into slavery. Joined the crew upon his rescue four years later. Kell’s boyfriend. Autistic.

Riye Toran

Jaster’s older sister who joined the crew to look for him and then stuck around because she liked it there.

Volya’tar

Twi’lek former slave who freed herself and stole a ship. Pilot, mechanic and Mira’s best friend.

Pash Colton

Dyspraxic dyslexic Corellian with more brains than sense. An engineering genius who has wisdom as his dump stat. Also sometimes a smuggler.

Jaina Bell

Tiny and terrifying. Orphaned at a young age and grew up to be a smuggler, mechanic and pilot.

Ela

Nonbinary Lorrdian. Has a long horrendous Lorrdian name they never use. Joined the crew because slavers suck and anything that makes their lives difficult is a good thing. Stuck around for the people.

Black Company

Halcyon

An ARC Captain known for his green hair and endless patience. Considers Kell a close friend but calls him Commander regardless. Used to fight Rex a lot as a kid. Please let this man rest.

Bones

Halcyon’s batchmate and Black Company’s CMO. A cranky bugger, but that’s understandable considering what he deals with daily.

Pax

The peacemaker between his idiot brothers and everyone else for as long as they can remember. A chill guy, but even chill guys have limits.

Tracyn and Carud

Two of the Nightmare Children. Their names are fire and smoke and they cause a lot of both, raising Pax’s blood pressure and driving Bones into apoplectic rage.

Isa

Jaro’s long suffering sister. Usually has to track him down to make him go to sleep. Has a weekly commiseration session with Ari (alcohol optional but recommended).

Jaro

Named for the Mando’a word for reckless and boy howdy is it accurate. The ADHD doesn’t help.

Ari

Rio’s batchmate and she loves her brother dearly but she is so done with his shit.

Rio

The last of the original Nightmare Children, ADHD disaster and source of most of Bones’s workload.

Kee and Jam

Nonbinary comms officers who bicker very cheerfully. Usually with each other. Often at high volume through the halls of the ship.

Torin

Gay artist baby.

Kol

Gay artist bastard.

Charly

Honestly he’s just here for a laugh and his brothers respect him for it. You’ve got to find your joy where you can get it these days.

Dys

Takes great delight in moving Set’s things just a couple of centimetres. Just enough to annoy him. Will deck anyone else who tries the same thing.

Set

Also known as Corporal Square Corners. Everything has to be neat and tidy. He was a godsend before inspections. Now he’s just the reason people have somewhere to sit.

Slip

Known for giving his trainers the slip and disappearing into the bowels of Kamino when they were doing training exercises he didn’t like and then getting stuck and having to be retrieved by Chase.

Chase

More like chase-ing his brother through the halls of Kamino to keep him out of trouble. There’s a running joke that he should have ended up in search and rescue.

Bright

Was he named for his bright red hair or as an ironic comment on his general outlook on life? Who knows? Not him. A pessimist if there ever was one.

Impulse

Full name Have-You-Ever-Heard-Of-Impulse-Control and no, he hasn’t.

Cuyan Squad

Sonny

A naturally blond, autistic, Force-sensitive Commander who survived Kamino by the skin of his teeth. Grew up with Cody and Jax. Hyper efficient Can, will and has broken people’s faces for saying shit about the Coruscant Guard.

Zak

Force-sensitive Captain who despises soup and has incredible claustrophobia. Good with kids though. Autistic.

Ru

Force-sensitive autistic Lieutenant. Quieter than Zak, and fully supports his vendetta against soup. Has his own vendetta against food that stabs you in the mouth.

Bang

Force-sensitive bomb-tech. Partially deafened in an explosion which also gave him some pretty intense scarring. Gets nervous when he can’t see people behind him.

Bit

Force-sensitive techie with a penchant for weapons modification and data slicing. Gives the best hugs in the squad.

Tink

If it’s broken Tink can fix it. The resident ADHD Force-sensitive techie. Has a tendency to hyperfocus on projects to the exclusion of all else.

Flow

De facto squad medic because he’s the best at Force-healing of the lot of them. He does not appreciate this, this is not what he trained for, you’re voiding his warranty, vode please. Dyed his hair purple because he could.

Edge

Thrill seeker with electric blue hair and boundless energy. The ADHD doesn’t help with the fidgeting, but he likes to go fast so Force-augmented speed is pretty great.

Ry and Cas

True twins born from the same tube, they’re the Fred and George Weasley of clones. They’ve got the red hair and everything. Judicious use of the Force makes pranks far easier.

Other

Caj, Chess and Blade

The brothers in charge of the homebrew alcohol. The taste is a work in progress, but the last batch didn’t make anyone go blind.

Rictor and Sike

Survivors of Krell who deal with their trauma in very different ways. Rictor is terrified of authority in case they turn out like Krell. Sike figures if he survived that he can survive anything and mouths off constantly.

Kano and Oly

Batchmates who were reconditioned separately (for nightmares and injury, respectively) and reunited upon Kano’s rescue. Oly had been with the crew for months by then. They both cried.

Sitrep, Conn and Sig

Three more nonbinary comms officers. A cheerful bunch who like to argue. Usually with each other. The problems started when they started arguing with their General.

Aran, Orar and Tay

Three heavy gunners who fight TJ a lot because the little twerp is asking for it (literally). Tay is relentlessly cheerful, Aran the exact opposite, and you’re lucky to get three words out of Orar in a row.

Ani, Mirdir and Dajun

Techies and mechanics who prefer wires to people. Mirdir and Dajun have known each other since birth and bicker a lot. Ani mostly ignores them.

Dane

A captain who finally snapped and told his General where he could stick his suicidal orders.

Sprint

Full name Slow-Down-There’s-No-Need-To-Sprint, a six foot ball of energy and barely contained enthusiasm. Usually found hurtling around the place at ludicrous speeds.

Crash

An anxious, autistic pilot who has never crashed his ship. He has, however, crashed himself into doors, siblings, training sergeants.

Rainer

A really chill guy who got shipped off for being too violent after a misunderstanding about a sparring match. TJ’s favourite sparring partner.

TJ

Likes to fight, does not care if his opponent could physically snap him in half. Sometimes he just has to beat his brain into submission via getting the crap beaten out of his body. Usually succeeds in provoking the heavy gunners into fighting him.

Zero

TJ’s perpetually worried brother. Really wishes TJ would chill. Dyslexic and has a recurring leg injury that won’t heal. Gets bored easily.

Brook and Storm

A pair of total nerds who get so engrossed in arguing that they don’t realise they’re about to walk into a tree. Frequently wander off and have to be returned.

Jai, Tala, Teek, Niko and Galaar

Five ARCs who got sent back to Kamino for telling their General to go kriff himself. Jai is Force-sensitive. Galaar is just a prick with a terrible sense of humour.

[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

Ride ‘em Cowgirl

A/N: If you like this then check out my bio for my Masterlist (for some reason it’s not working on mobile at the moment so you’ll have to use a browser)

Summary: Sam’s family owns the ranch next to yours and always has. For the past four years he’s been away at college while you kept nursing a crush on him. When he comes back and the two of you meet up will your feelings finally be reciprocated

Pairing: cowboy!Sam x cowgirl!reader

Warnings: Fingering, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Word Count: 2209

Wiping sweat from your brow you leaned the rake against the stall you were currently mucking out. This wasn’t anything new to you. Your whole life has been about taking care of horses, cows, a few goats, and the chickens your family owned. It was tiring work, but it was also rewarding. When you were younger you had been the scrawny kid; lanky and hardly any meat on your bones. Some of the kids had mocked you because you were part of the ‘itty bitty titty committee’. But that had been years ago. Now you were 21 years old.

Your hair was no longer flat and dull. It now had bounce and a few curls. Your body had finally filled out giving you that perfect bubble butt, nice shapely legs for days, and you had finally gotten out of the itty bitty titty committee. Not to say they were huge, but they filled out your pale purple with white lace bra quite nicely.

A lot of your shapely figure was because you worked hard day in and day out. There was hardly any time for you to have a moment’s rest and merely relax. When you did you have downtime you enjoyed it with the Winchesters next door. Dean was quite a bit older than at 26, but you had grown up with him and his brother Sam. Unfortunately for you, Sam had been away at college for the last four years. You hadn’t admitted it to anyone, but you had been harboring feelings for the hazel-eyed cowboy for years.

Sam was only a year older than you and while everyone else had picked on you he had defended you. The two of you were close growing up, closer than you and Dean had ever been. You shared a lot of similar interests and living right next to each other made spending time together easy. Many times the two of you had went horseback riding together, had picnics, went swimming. There were study dates. And long car drives with nothing but the open road and the two of you. You two would laugh together over the things other students did. And when it came to pulling pranks on Dean, you were always there to help.

It really was no surprise that you ended up with feelings for the youngest Winchester. Even when he started dating Rachel from English class you still hung out. When his date for the prom ended up leaving him because he wasn’t what she wanted you were the one that was there for him. You helped him through all of it and never once did you date. But then he graduated while you were still a junior and went off to college.

For the first year you stayed single hoping that maybe he would come back during break and you could finally confess. Instead Sam decided that he wanted to completely have a break from ranch life and stayed in an apartment. He wouldn’t come back until he graduated. When word of his plan made its way to you, you were hurt. Your best friend, the man you had feelings for was going to be gone and you wouldn’t see him for some time. That was when you tried dating.

There was Chad who worked at the local grocery store. He was sweet, but he didn’t know anything about farm animals. Then there was Mikey the mechanic who didn’t know nearly as much as he thought he did. And last there was Joel. Now Joel was a good looking guy, smart, his family owned another ranch in the area. There was just one problem; he was actually into men and only dated you to get his parents off his back. You helped him find his now fiancé Tom and the two were happy.

You on the other hand were still waiting for love. Waiting, hoping, maybe even doing a little praying that when Sam came home you would finally be able to be with him. The only problem was getting the courage to confess. It wasn’t like you could go to Dean or even John and ask for their help. Dean would tell you to put on a sexy outfit, kiss Sam like it was your last day on earth or some other nonsense and hope for the best. John would be kind, but you didn’t exactly feel comfortable going to him with this sort of thing.

Part of you was starting to think maybe you and Sam weren’t meant to be together. Of course that was probably your own insecurities talking and not the truth. Being bullied for so many years has left you wondering if you were good enough for someone as handsome as Sam.

You reached out for your bottle of water, but it wasn’t there. You frowned in confusion. The hard reusable bottle should be right there. Turning around you have to lean back a bit as the bottle is suddenly in your face.

“Looking for this?”

You took the bottle and look up into the hazel eyes you were daydreaming about moments ago. You couldn’t believe that Sam was here. He was standing right here in front of you. It would seem that the four years you were apart had done him good. His body had filled out rather well and you could tell that beneath his tight flannel and undershirt he was in shape. His chestnut locks fell into his face, giving him a youthful, relaxed look. His eyes were still a beautiful kaleidoscope of colors and he had some slight crinkles at the corners of his eyes from the wide smile he was giving.

“Y-yeah,” you whispered, pulling yourself out of your thoughts. “I didn’t expect you to come here. I mean I knew you were coming home after school, but I didn’t expect you to come visit me so soon.”

Sam leaned against a post, crossing his arms. His biceps strained against his shirt and his jeans hugged his thighs. “Already been to the house and dropped my things off. Dean has caught me up on everything so I wanted to come see you.”

“When you say everything…” Did he know about all your dating failures? Would he think that you didn’t know how to make a man happy? You weren’t sure you could handle him thinking that about you.

He smiled. “Yeah everything. Things with the farm are going well, Dean has a girlfriend, dad is planning to enter our horse in the races this summer.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Yeah I knew about that. Dean and I were hanging out quite a bit until he got his girlfriend. And I knew John planned to enter Bright Snow in the races.”

“He also told me that you had a few boyfriends, but none of them went anywhere. Why is that?” He eyed you curiously.

You shrugged. “One was gay and I helped him find his now fiancé. The other didn’t know a thing about ranch life. And don’t get me started on mister I know everything about cars, but don’t understand why your truck won’t start. It was the starter. An easy fix for any real mechanic.”

Sam made a face. “That all sounds terrible. Guess you haven’t found the right guy.”

You looked down. “Yeah. That’s it,” you mumbled.

“Or maybe you have and just haven’t told him yet.”

You lifted your gaze and Sam was a lot closer than he was moments ago. “What?” You whispered.

His hand cupped your cheek. “I’ve noticed the glances you threw my way when you thought I wasn’t looking, the jealous look on your face when I started dating.”

“If you noticed why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I was young and dumb. I thought maybe it was just a crush because I was one of the few guys that was nice. I thought the jealousy was because you feared losing your only friend. I never imagined it was because you genuinely had a crush on me.”

“And now?” You moved a little closer to him.

“I saw that look in your eyes when you first spotted me, before you could mask it. That look of longing. And the truth is I want you too.” He rested his forehead against yours.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Sam’s lips crashed upon yours in a mix of teeth and tongue. Years of pent up frustration and desire fueled the two of you. Your rough hands worked at undoing his flannel while his large hands cradled your head, deepening the passionate kiss.

Growing frustrated and desperately wanting to feel his skin you ripped his shirt open and pushed it down his arms. Next game his undershirt and finally you could touch his abs, his pecs, his biceps, forearms, back to his abs. You couldn’t decide which part of him you wanted to touch most and so your hands were everywhere all at once. You moaned into his mouth as you slid your arms around his back to grab hold of his shoulders.

In the next moment Sam was pulling away and ridding you of your own shirts. Then came your bra and his hot mouth was around your nipple, sucking. You keened and let your head fall back against the post behind you. You carded your fingers in his thick dark locks and tugged gently. He let you go and gazed up at you.

“Sam,” you whispered, voice full of want.

He grinned. “I’ve got you.” He undid your jeans and tugged them down to your ankles along with your panties. He kissed your thighs and nipped at them. “You smell so good,” he mumbled, letting his hot breath ghost over you. A small whimper left you and you spread your legs once he had pulled your jeans over your boots and off. He teasingly ran his tongue through your folds, flicking your clit. “Taste even better.”

“Please,” you begged and moved his face between your legs.

He growled softly and dove in; sucking, nipping, and licking at every inch of you. He gazed up at you with dark eyes and eased two fingers into your wet and welcoming heat. You fluttered around him and breathlessly whispered his name. His thick digits filled you and caressed you in ways you had never dreamed possible. Your legs shook as the tell tale signs of your release began. Warmth pooled in the pit of your stomach and you could feel the coil winding tighter and tighter. “That’s it pretty girl. Cum on my fingers and tongue. Let me taste you,” he all, but growled.

The vibration of his voice coupled with his fingers pressing against that spot just inside and his tongue circling your clit had you spiraling. His name came out in a broken cry as stars danced before your eyes. You didn’t know which way was up and which way was down. You barely knew your own name. Closing your eyes you tried to catch your breath as Sam kissed his way back up your body. When his lips met yours you lazily kissed him and began to undo his jeans.

Sam’s cock sprung free from the confines of his Saxx and he let out a soft sigh. Holding onto his hips you walked him backwards and pushed him into a blanket covered pile of hay. You straddled him and slowly sunk down on him, moaning as he stretched you and filled you full. The slight burn that accompanied the pleasure of him feeling you was perfect. You had never felt anything as incredible as having Sam Winchester buried deep inside your pussy.

“Fuck babygirl. Wasn’t expecting you to ride me, but this is a damn fine view.” He cupped your breasts and rolled your nipples, lightly pinching them.

“Save a horse right?” You mumbled as you swirled your hips. Slowly you began rocking back and forth, up and down. He hit every spot inside you and some you didn’t know existed. Pleasure coursed through you from the tip of your head all the way down to your toes.

He groaned softly and gazed up at you. “You can ride me anytime you want. You feel so damn good. So tight and wet. Warm and perfect.”

His words only encouraged you and you picked up your movements. “Oh Sam,” you moaned, resting your hands on his chest. The muscle felt so good under your hands as you continued to spear yourself on his impressive cock.

“Babygirl I’m so close. Gonna fill this tight little pussy. Tell me you’re still on birth control.”

You nodded your head and moved his hand between your legs. “Yes. I want you to fill me up Sam. Give me everything you have.”

He rubbed your clit and watched his cock slide in and out of you. He threw his head back as you clenched down on him. Seconds later he was pumping you full of warm thick ropes of his cum. Your own release came after his and you managed to milk him for just a few more drops.

Laying over him you wanted softly. “Welcome home Sam.”

He laughed. “What a homecoming it was. I get to call you mine now.”

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[xeunoais]

Mr. CEO(part 2)

(A/N: i actually like the way that this turned out so i might keep doing things where i have a part one and a part two or i might even go a little crazy and start a series?!! who knows😉)

Summary: Shawn Mendes is one of the youngest CEOs’ in the world. He was also one of the most popular fighters out there. He had a thing going with his personal assistant Y/N. That was until it started going downhill. Will they be able to fix the damage?

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“I knew it! Did he get punched? Beaten? By who?”

“Y/N, he broke his wrist.”

“Wait. Huh?”

“The impact of his punch was too much and his wrist snapped.”

“He’s so stupid. I cannot believe him.” I muttered under my breath.

“I know. I will text you all the details and stuff. Get there as soon as you can.”

“Alright. I’m coming.”

I grabbed my car keys and was out the door in a matter of seconds.

-

“Thanks for coming.” Brian said as I entered the hospital.

I followed him to the fourteenth floor which was apparently reserved for Shawn only. When we entered the room my heart shattered when my eyes landed on him. He looked at me and sighed.

“See. I told you she was fine.” Brian stated.

“Yeah, alright. Now can you drop her back off at home.”

I gritted my teeth and anger shot through my blood.

“I’m done with this game, Shawn. Tell me what’s going on right now.” My voice cracked. I can tell it was because I’m still very upset over the sight in front of me.

“Alright.” Shawn nodded.

“This is my cue to give you love birds some space. I will be back with lunch in about an hour.” Brian said as he walked out.

I walked over and sat down in the chair beside the hospital bed and took in what I saw in front of me. The love of my life was laying in hospital bed hooked up to IVs and a cast on his hand. He looked like he was in so much pain and all I wanted to do was take all of it away from him.

“So when I started fighting, I was apart of this gang. But after a year or so, I became an individual fighter. This had the gang I was apart of very angry. They thought I was going to let out their strategies. So they conspired to try and kill me. They sent threats to my family, to Brian. But I always made sure that my people were safe. Once I became CEO, they backed off a little bit. That was only because if the media found out about their illegal games, they’d be locked up. When they realized I have a girlfriend, that is you, they thought they could threaten me again by harming you. I didn’t want that to happen. That’s why I was behaving in this way. Because I was scared something was going to happen to you. And if anything did, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“Woah.” I mumble finally understanding his what his intentions were.

“But I can’t stay away from you, Y/N. I just can’t. I’m fucking miserable without you.”

“Then don’t.” I say quietly.

“But then you’ll be in danger.”

“Shawn, I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know if I can protect you.”

“Shawn I think you underestimate me and yourself.” I smile.

He rolled his eyes. I smacked his uninjured arm.

“I hate you, Shawn Mendes.”

“No you just hate that you love me so much.” He said with a grin on his face.

-

*Two years later*

-

After all of the ups and downs from the past two years with Shawn. Today was the day. I’m finally getting married! My stomach filled with butterflies at the thought. I’m marrying the love of my life today. I’m about to experience one of the most unforgettable moments in my entire life.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I couldn’t be happier. I had my dream wedding dress on. It was exactly what I had visioned it would be when I was a little girl. I felt like a literal princess. Everything was going perfect.

“Y/N? Where are you?” I heard Shawn’s mom, Karen, say approaching the room I was in.

“I’m coming, don’t worry.” I spoke out softly, turning and looking at her as she walked into the room.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N! You look so beautiful!” She said to me. Karen was like the mom figure to me. My mom passed away a year after I met Shawn. My mom was my best friend and losing her broke me entirely. Karen eventually became the mom figure in my life almost the second I met her. I talk to her like she really is my own mom.

“Thank you! You look beautiful too. I love your dress.” I said as I ran my hands over the front of my dress, smoothing out the fabric.

“My dress is nothing compared to yours, love! Shawn will be knocked off his feet when he sees you.” She said fanning her face. I started tearing up at her words about Shawn. Oh my god, did I miss him. Everyone insisted that we couldn’t see other the day before the wedding or the day of. I hate being apart from him because he always calms me down.

“Speaking of Shawn, let’s get there. I wanna see my boy!” I spoke up.

As we walked out of the room my best friend, Aubrey came running up.

“OH MY GOD! You look gorgeous!” She squealed running up to me and Karen.

“Thank you!” I said smiling widely at her.

“I cannot believe my best friend is getting married!”

“Where is everyone else?” I said referring to all my other bridesmaids.

“Here!” Joe yelled running my way with my other two best friends, Addy and Hannah. Joe he worked for Shawn, but he was also my gay best friend. I couldn’t have my wedding and not have him in it.

My other two bridesmaids looked beautiful in their dresses. Their white dresses matched almost perfectly with mine. And Joe looked amazing in his black tailored suit. I have seen my maid of honor yet though and that kind of worried me.

I asked Aaliyah, Shawn’s little sister to be my maid of honor because she had become my best friend. I was close with Karen but I was even closer with Aaliyah.

“Who are you looking for?” Joe asked me.

“Aaliyah.” Aubrey answered him for me.

“She’s already waiting on you now. The groom and the others just left so we told her to not come back since she had already been helping you.” Addy added. I nodded at her understanding.

“Well she is Shawn’s little sister. And she told me she wanted to help as much as possible.” I said and they all nodded.

“Alright well. Let’s go make you a Mendes!” Joe shouted and all of the girls squealed. We walked outside and everyone helped me with the train of my dress. The helped me to my bridal car where I met Aaliyah. Everyone else all went to their cars and she helped me with my dress.

“Thank you.” I said to the chauffeur as he opened the door for me. I got inside and took a deep breath. The chauffeur started the engine and we went to the Cathedral while the media chased us. My wedding was labeled as the most awaited wedding of the year. I didn’t want much spotlight originally but Shawn’s parents wanted it to be grand. So we both decided to just let it happen.

When I arrived at the church I was met with my older brother at the door waiting to walk me down the aisle. He was in a black tailored tux almost identical to Joe’s.

“You look beautiful.” My brother said as he greeted me and opened the door for me. He helped me out of the car and escorted me to the entrance. I thanked him with a smile because my nerves took me over and I simply just couldn’t speak.

When the time arrives for me to walk down the aisle my hands were shaking and my palms were sweaty. What was wrong with me? My nerves were attacking me. Was this even normal?

“Relax. Everything is going to be alright.” My brother said softly to me. We heard music begin to play and that was our signal to enter and walk down the aisle.

I gripped my bouquet tightly and linked arms with my brother. He murmured reassuring words to me to make me less nervous. Who wouldn’t be nervous when you are about to promise your life for a very long commitment. As we walked, guests stood up smiling in our direction. But my eyes we set on the love of my life. He looked so handsome standing tall and proud in his black tuxedo. He smiled at me and that had me so distracted I didn’t even realize we arrived at the altar.

I was getting married. This was no longer a dream. I broke myself out of my trance and looked as his parents shook my brother’s hand. My brother and Shawn nodded at each other as they shook hands.

“Take care of her.” My brother said to Shawn. He turned and kissed my cheek before walking to his seat. Shawn nodded again and offered his hand out to me. I accepted it and took some steps up until I was standing in front of him.

-

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride!” The priest announced and everyone clapped at his words while some men whistled.

“Finally.” Shawn whispered to me. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me up against him and kissed me tenderly. I was happy.

“I love you, my angel.” Shawn whispered as he pulled away looking me in the eyes. I admired the man in front of me, who I now can call my husband, before I spoke.

“I love you too, Shawn.” I replied softly. He kissed me again.

“Let us now welcomed, Mr. And Mrs. Mendes!” The priest announced and the crowd erupted into another round of applause and whistles again for us. Shawn proudly waved at everyone with a smile plastered on his face. He looked like he was on cloud nine. I smiled and waved my hand too mentally giggling at the sight oh Shawn.

“Making you Mrs. Mendes was the greatest decision I’ve ever made.”He whispered in my ear before kissing my cheek. I looked at him and took in everything. I felt happier than a little kid on Christmas morning. Nothing could top this feeling.

Well maybe one could..

-

*6 months later*

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Oh shit. This is actually happening. I’m pregnant.

Shawn and I have been trying for a baby for a little bit. I knew it was bound to happen at some point but i didn’t expect it so soon.

I cannot wait to tell Shawn! He’s going to be so happy. He has had me take pregnancy tests every time I start to feel weird or even if he just thinks I should.

He tries to play it off like it doesn’t bother him when the test comes out negative but really, he gets so bummed out. Its actually kinda sad.

How should I tell him? I have the day off today but he had meetings till about 11:30 today. I have Aaliyah and Karen over right now with me because we had a girls day. I don’t wanna tell them first though. Shawn would literally kill me if he wasn’t the first to find out.

-

“Babe? Liyah? Mom?” I heard Shawn call out.

“In the kitchen, love.” I yelled so he could hear me.

I hopped of the counter and ran to meet him in the doorway. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He instantly hugged me back and lifted me off the ground.

“Well if that wasn’t a welcome home then I don’t know what is.” He laughed as he kissed my lips gently.

“I have a surprise for you.” I said with a big grin on my face.

“A surprise?” He asked a smile rising on his face. I nodded excitedly and smiled as I kissed him again.

“After dinner though.” I patted his chest softly and turned around then walked back to the kitchen with Karen and Aaliyah.

-

Karen and Aaliyah left after dinner and it was just us two. I was laying on the couch with a book in my hands when Shawn came over to me. He took the book out of my hands and lied on top of me where his head was on my stomach.

My hands made their way to his damp curls. He closed his eyes and smiled.

“Tired?” I said as he nodded his head softly.

“Well we can go to bed after your surprise.” His head shot up at my words. I love him.

“I totally forgot about the surprise.” He said as he got off of me and pulled me up off the couch.

“Its in the room.” I spoke as I started walking in the direction to our bedroom. He followed, hot on my heels the entire way. I walked over to my side of the bed and got a small box that used to hold a bracelet I got for him. I handed it to him with a smile rising on my lips again.

“This is the same box that my bracelet was in that you got me for my birthday?” He said kind of confused.

“I just looked for a box, baby.” I said smile never leaving my face.

I watched his face closely as he opened it. Once he took in what was in front of him he looked up at me with a big smile on his face and a gorgeous sparkle in his eyes.

“Y-you’re pregnant?” He stuttered. He stared directly in my eyes as I nodded.

He threw the box on the bed and wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up. I was thrown in a giggling mess when he started spinning. He eventually stopped so we didn’t get to dizzy and he put my down but his hands traveled up to my face and kissed my repeatedly.

“Oh my god. You’re actually pregnant! Baby! YOU ARE PREGNANT!” He shouted with excitement. He was so fucking cute.

“I know! I know!” I squealed.

“We’ve been trying for what felt like forever and now its actually happening! You’re pregnant. Our baby is in there.” He said pointing at my stomach. I nodded again. He bent down and kissed my belly before speaking.

“Hi baby. I don’t know what you are you yet but I’m your daddy. I already love you so so so much.” He continued to ramble talking to the baby in my tummy.

Our family was just getting started. And I couldn’t be any happier than right now.

-

*Two years later*

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Two years ago, Braxton Raul Mendes made his entrance into the world. I wasn’t surprised at how much Braxton looked like Shawn. It honestly made me adore him even more.

It was his 2nd birthday today so we had rented a water slide for kids. His theme was a Finding Nemo because that was just what he requested because he love that move. We even has a fish named Nemo.

“Braxy, you wanna go down the slide?” I asked him. Braxton giggled as he nodded. I started to make my way to him but I stopped as he got lifted up by his daddy and went to the slide with him.

“Mommy look!” Braxton yelled. I watched as Shawn somehow managed to fit his big figure in the little slide. As they went down it was a mixture of laughs coming from Shawn and Braxton.

“My boys are so adorable.” I cooed taking a picture of the two of them smiling and having fun.

Shawn stepped out of the little pool at the end of the slide and let Braxton go run and play with all of his friends. But instead as he stepped out he felt his sons hands wrap around his leg.

“Again, Again!” Braxton yelled. Of course Shawn obliged to his little boys needs. Shawn lifted him up and took him down the slide again. I watched as they did it a few more times while I talked to all of my other mom friends.

I got caught up in a conversation with them until Shawn walked over to me holding Braxtom in his arms. His head was rested on Shawn’s shoulder, face tucked into his neck.

“Someone’s tired.” Shawn whispered trying not to disturb his sleeping boy in his arms. I nodded with a smile and watched as Shawn started to walk away.

“I’ll be back.” Shawn spoke up as he walked into the house to put Braxton down for his nap. I got back into a conversation with my friends and Karen joined in.

Shawn came back out and wrapped his arm around my waist from behind.

“I love you.” He whispered in my ear, kissing my neck softly.

“I love you too babe.” I replied as I turned around in his embrace to face him.

“You know what else I love?” He said smiling.

“What?”

“I love our little family.”

“Me too.” I replied a smile rising on my face. I meant that too. I really did love out family. And I was excited to see it grow.

-

Everything happened so fast. I found out I was pregnant. I went to my first three doctors appointments. I even started picking out baby names with Karen, Aaliyah, and Shawn.

That was until everything came crashing down. I woke up in the middle of the night with horrible stomach pains. And when I stood up I saw blood on the bed. Shawn and I rushed to the hospital and the doctor informed me that I was suffering a miscarriage.

Shawn was in the bed holding me as we both just cried together. The tears just kept coming. My whole heart was empty and broken. It felt like my whole world was ripped away from me in a second.

“You’re ready to leave now, Mrs. Mendes.” The doctor said as he handed Shawn the release papers and then walked out.

Shawn got off the bed and offered me a hand to hold but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Shawn instantly caught onto that and he lifted my off the bed and carried me out to the car.

The ride home was silent. Shawn had his hand planted on my leg rubbing it gently with his thumb the whole way. He didn’t fully understand what she was feeling but he knew her well enough to know she was hurting.

Thank god Braxton was with Aaliyah because honestly I didn’t want him to see me like this. He was such a mommy’s boy. And anytime I was upset he broke down into tears. It was so bad.

When we arrived home, Shawn came to the passenger side of his jeep and he got me out of the car and carried me inside the house. He put me down on the couch and went into our bedroom to change the sheets around.

While he was in the it was almost like a whole new wave of emotions struck me and I broke all over again. Shawn heard me almost instantly and came running to me. He was by my side and his arms were around me almost instantly.

“It just wasn’t time, angel. We have so much more time to try again.” Shawn whispered, almost like he was afraid to speak.

“I love you.” I managed to get out as I curled myself into his embrace and continued to sob into his chest.

“I love you too, babygirl.” He said kissing the top of head.

I know he didn’t quite understand what I was feeling in this moment but he had to be in so much pain too. Yet here he was holding me while I cried. My heart almost broke at the thought of that.

I picked my head up and looked at his face and took in everything. I studied it but his expression was almost unreadable. All I could see was the pain in his eyes.

“Baby..” I whispered as I saw his eyes tear up when they met mine.

“Its okay, angel. I’m okay. Life just decided that it wasn’t our time.” He said with tears falling from his eyes. I don’t understand how he’s being so strong right now. My hands held his face and I kissed him.

This kiss felt so different from the rest. It held so much emotion and desire in it. I pulled away and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“We are gonna get through this together.” I mumbled softly. He nodded and kissed me again.

My heart was so empty and so broken but I had everything I have and will ever need in life in front me in that moment. And that gave me so much hope.

-

Panic set through my veins. Multiple doctors were asking me multiple questions at once. It was so overwhelming. And considering Shawn wasn’t here I was even more on edge.

Shawn had a big important meeting this morning and I knew he couldn’t cancel it. So I have Karen here with me until Shawn can get here.

I’m at a fertility doctor. A while after the miscarriage, I’ve been having pains everywhere, I felt tired constantly, weak, and just so much more. Shawn and I decided that the safest route to take wa to get everything checked out. We didn’t want to risk anything.

After so many tests and so many questions, the doctor came in.

“Mrs. Mendes. We have your test results back,” She paused and I nodded slowly.

“I don’t know how to put this, you have fibroids and with your consent, we would like to take you into operation to remove it. But it would mean that you will not be able to get pregnant in the future.” She explained. I felt everything come crashing down again. How was I supposed to tell Shawn?

“Will it cause me any harm if I don’t agree?” I asked with tears flooding my eyes. Karen grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently.

“Its a tumor sitting of your uterus wall, Mrs. Mendes, Its honestly hard to say.” She admitted to me. I couldn’t think straight. I need Shawn. I need him right now. I can’t go through this without him.

Karen somehow got me to calm down and helped me with everything. Shawn met us at the hospital where I was going to have my procedure done. He held my hand the whole way and reassured me that everything was going to be okay.

-

Some time after my surgery. I was at home in bed and Shawn was there with me. Karen took Braxton for the weekend to give us some time to cope.

I had been doing well but today had me really down. Shawn was laying beside me and I just broke into tears.

“Angel? What’s wrong? Talk to me.” He spoke up immediately panicking that something was going wrong with me.

“I can’t give you anymore kids. I can’t give you your little girl. I’m so sorry.” I broke out in between sobs. Shawn instantly pulled me up onto his laps carefully and held me close. Shawn knew that already. He already had the idea that they could adopt. He was already planning out what the future would be like from here. But he also knew that I was in a different mindset than he was.

“Angel. Look at me,” He said as he looked me in the eyes.

“Another baby or not. I will love you until the day I die. Do you hear me? Until the day comes that I stop breathing I will continue to love you. I will always be here for you. Always. Don’t ever doubt that. You and Brax are all I need in life.” He explained. I nodded not having any words.

My lips met his and I knew that my life was complete. Broken or not, I was complete. And I couldn’t have wished for anything more in life.

-

*A year later*

-

Its just Shawn, me, and Braxton. We decided to just let it be us. We didn’t want to expand or anything. We just left it as it was because this was really all we needed. Braxton was now 4 almost 5 and he was really getting so big. He’s slowly becoming more of a daddy’s boy and Shawn loves it.

I was happier than ever with what I had in life. For a long time I was sad and broken. I was so empty. But Shawn kept me going. He helped me get through that time. He helped me where I am now. I couldn’t have done it without him.

Shawn’s family was a big help too. They took Braxton all the time. Manny was his best friend. Braxton adored him. I couldn’t have gotten through that time without them either.

But at the end of every day. Shawn and Braxton were my main focus. They were my world. I didn’t wanna ever live a life without them.

I couldn’t have wished for anything more in life at this moment. I had everything I could have ever needed right now.

“I love you Shawn. And I love you Braxy.” I said watching both of my boys playing in the backyard.

“I love you more, mommy!” Braxton yelled running around giggling to get away from Shawn.

“Yeah! I love you most, mommy!” Shawn said catching Braxton in his arms and ticking him until he was a giggling mess.

Watching the two of the made my love grow even more. I had everything I have ever wanted. A loving husband and little boy.

My life was actually complete.

-

THE END

(A/N: AHHHHHH!!! i cannot believe it’s finished. i’m actually kinda sad that its over🥺 but frfr i’m so happy with how this whole thing turned out. all of the feedback had my literally crying from happiness. but i need you all to let me know if i should continue writing things like this or if i should go back to the little blurbs? let me know!! and remember feedback is highly appreciated!❤️)

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[askmcs]

RFA Kids

Sophie, Melissa and Elizabeth are Jumin and Monica’s daughters.

Minjun, Minho and Minseo are Yoosung and Mindy’s children

Hyun Junior and Berinice are Zen and Miriam’s.

Marco and Serena are Saeyoung and Martha’s twins.

And Shin is the adopted son of Saeran and Margo.

But you probably guessed that already.

I can’t actually see Jaehee and Megan having kids. They’ll probably be amazing mothers, expecially Jaehee, but I don’t think they’ll actually adopt a kid. But in the future, who knows, I may change my mind.

Read more for a little more datailed profile of everyone: 

Little profile description for everyone: 

-Minjun Kim: He’s the oldest of the RFA Kids, and since his parents are the youngest of the bunch, Mindy and Yoosung often make fun of the others for being late. Has a great relationship with his family.

He’s kind, a lovable dork, loves to eat and likes plants. He’ll probably buy a farm and live there for the rest of his life. His best friend is Hyun Junior. Probably had a crush on Sophie at some point.

-Hyun Junior Ryu: He’s almost identical to his father. But only on the outside! He’s a flirt and a heartbreaker. He’s not evil, he just has lots of love to give but no one that he actually loves deeply enough to commit to. Because of his attitde, he’s always fighting with his parents, mostly with Miriam.

Best friend with Minjun, he fights constantly with Sophie, but can be a great friend to her, and he’s in general very protective and kind with his true friends. Loyal like his father.

-Sophie Han: The little copy of her father, physically and psychologicaly. She grew up knowing she will be the heiress, and that being a girl would make things way harder. She has a story arc in which she pretends to be a man in university so that people will treat her with more respect. Hyun Jr. and Monica help her with that.

Always had a crush on Hyun Jr., she’s too busy on being perfect to actually do something about it. Maybe they’ll end up togheter traumatizing their fathers, who knows. She also likes Minjun really much, and considers him her best friend.

-Serena Choi: Her name is a reference to her uncle Saeran, and that was obvious. She also has a great relationship with her uncle. And with her parents. Mostly with her father. She is a great genius and always helps his father with his creations. Will achieve Saeyoung’s dream of going to space by working with NASA and being a great aerospace engineer.

She also has a great relationship with her twin brother, even if they are like sun and moon. Her arc is mostly based on her future work and the struggle to be respected and appreciated. She’ll also meet a peculiar boy named Red that is strangely similar to her father, very supportive, and has a... doll who looks just like him?

-Marco Choi: His name is a reference to his aunt Margo, and that was obvious. He also has a great relationship with his aunt, but also with his parents. He’s a literal ray of sunshine, who loves to help his mother with painting and play with his sister and his best friend. 

He fell in love with his best friend pretty soon. Wrote everything in his diary, without telling anybody about his sexuality or his crush, and one day his diary was published on the school bulletin board. His arc is pretty angsty. On the bright side, when he had to tell his parents he was gay, they high-five and Martha told Saeyoung “I won! You owe me ten bucks” or something like that. Jokes aside, everyone was very supporting, Minho too.

-Minho Kim: Talking about him, he is a true cutiepie. Really cute and sweet, like his parents. A little bit shy, but everyone wants to be his friend. Also really good at school, wants to becoma a lawyer, and will succeed. 

His best friends are Serena and Marco, but with the latter he has a special bond. They grew up together, after all. He also has a good relationship with Melissa, who always wanted to play with him and Marco ever since childhood. Minho ends up dating her in high school. And then breaks up with her after certain rumors start to spread out. At first he thinks he’s as straight as spaghetti. Then he gets cooked. And yes, he’s a proud bisexual who loves his best friend. Happy ending! 

-Melissa Han: She is probably the worst out of everyone. She was really spoiled ever since birth, and thinks everything has to go her way. Wants to be a journalist like her mother, but the two have a really conflicting relationship, since their opinion on journalism is almost opposite. However, her father doesn’t see any problem with her method, and they have a good relationship.

Her crush on Minho started when they were little, but even when they got together she wasn’t satisfied, because she hated how Marco was always in the middle. In case you didn’t figure out already, she’s the one who publishes his diary. And she will suffer a lot of consequences, that’s for sure.

-Berinice Ryu: Named after Miriam’s grandmother, Bernie was an accident, TBF, but a really nice accident. She is almost physically identical to her mother, and the total opposite of Hyun in everything. So they don’t have the best of relationship. She’s quiet, responsable, well-beahaved and a little lonely. But she doesn’t really mind not having many friends. Her parents love her very much, expecially Zen. She’s her father’s little spoiled princess. 

She really loves to draw, and she’s a romantic at heart. Loves the concept of true love, and sees the RFA as great example of that. Her best friend among the RFA kids is Shin, they got close really fast. They like the same things, always see Stranger Falls together.

-Shin Choi: That’s complicated. Like, I don’t think I can condensate this kid’s arc in a paragraph. The important thing to know is that he comes from a really bad household. Margo helped him, and after a lot of things happened, she and Saeran ended up adopting him and giving him the loving house he always craved. They have a really strong and wonderful relationship.

Likes Ice cream, plays the violin, and loves all sibling’s relationship. Always wanted to have a brother. But never dares to ask his new parents because he knows they don’t feel like adopting someone else. Sometimes, he has amnesia, and hears voices in his head. Nothing to worry about, right?

-Minseo Kim: It’s incredible how savage she can be. She was the iperactive child, the one his parents really worried about. Always around seeking trouble, running away, climbing trees and stuff. Luckily, her parents got a dog that is perfectly trained to keep her out of trouble. And she loves Roger!

She also likes her family, but spends most of her time with the dog, the cat Lisa and other animals she finds around the yard. She always brings them home hiding them from her parents. They always figure everything out, but most of the time they allow her to keep them.

-Elizabeth Han: Let’s be frank, Jumin wanted a male, a true heir for C&R (actually it was more like the Chairman’s dream than Jumin’s, but whatever), but they seems to have the all-female curse or something, so Elizabeth joined the family. But she’s... perfect?

Like, she’s the kind of person that no one can dislike, and no one is even jealous of her, because she’s not the heiress or spoiled. She’s actually very generous, always giving gifts, making compliments, and she’s humble and nice. Everyone likes her, and would give their life to protect her. 

Yeah, almost every kid has an arc, because I have no social life whatsoever so I created backstories for everyone.

Hope you found them interesting, I’ll probably publish something with the kids in the future, that’s why I introduced them.

Also... sorry for the grammar mistakes.

[badwolfwrites-sometimes]

Drawn Together: Chapter 11

Featuring a special character ;))

In his thinking about what he should do with his life now, Feliciano managed to fall asleep. If only for a short while.

"Toni is coming over! Make yourself presentable!" Lovino burst into his room, screaming and attempting to put some fancy leather pants on himself.

Feliciano turned around to face his brother. He loves his brother so much he would die for him, but if he wakes him up one more time... Feliciano wasn't actually sure what he would do. Probably something mean and then apologise the second the deed is done.

He closed his eyes again, adjusting in his comfortable bed. "He's your boyfriend. If anyone should look presentable, it's you."

"Don't embarrass me, Feli." Finally, those pants found themselves on Lovino's legs. Damn, he needed to lose some weight. And try not to sit down. "Get ready and help me set the table. Midget is off somewhere." After saying that, Lovino made his way downstairs.

Feliciano reluctantly sat on his bed, hugging his pillow. He giggled at his brother's gay panic. No matter how much of a flirt they all were, finding themselves in a situation where romance was required left all three of them in a state of helplessness.

Then it dawned on Feliciano. He was the only one not in a relationship out of the three of them. Well, Romeo wasn't officially in a relationship, but the way he talked about that girl the other day makes it seem like being single wouldn't last a while for him. It left Feliciano with a bittersweet feeling in his stomach. The ones who believe in love the most are always the last ones to experience it.

He should really get up before he gets drowned in the feelings of forever alone. He could stay in pajamas though, it's only their Toni.

As he was leaving his room, in the corner of his eye he noticed his unfinished painting still standing. It was calling for him, but he wasn't ready for it yet.

"Oh, please don't tell me you're wearing that to dinner." Lovino commented as soon as he saw him. Feliciano was dressed in his red pajama pants with cats all over them and an old blue T-shirt he got from Grandpa. In other words, he was dressed in his favourite outfit.

"It's comfortable." Feliciano responded, earning an eyeroll from his brother. "Don't tell me you're afraid he might actually come to my room tonight and not yours cuz I'm more inviting."

Lovino threw a rag at his brother.

Feliciano only laughed. "Those pants do look hard to pull off."

Lovino gasped at the comment, but before he could hit Feliciano again, the door swung open. "Lovi~" Came a sweet, exotic voice which got Lovino all red in a matter of seconds.

Feliciano smirked, but Lovino didn't notice. In fact, Lovino seemed unable to move. That means Feliciano has to get Antonio.

"Hi, Toni! Lovi is having a meltdown in the kitchen and he needs all of your kisses." Feliciano popped a greeting to his friend, before he turned serious. "Did you get my texts?"

Antonio nodded, patting Feliciano's head and messing his hair up. "I'll take good care of him." He smiled.

Feliciano's mood returned back to normal after hearing that, continuing with his jokes. "I hope you don't mind me being in pajamas. Please don't try to sleep with me accidentally."

Antonio blushed, the soft shade of pink matching his green eyes and dark complexion. Feliciano could see the reason why his brother fell for him. He was beautiful, kind, loving and had a really nice butt. "Don't worry about it, Feli. My heart is only Lovino's." Antonio said.

"Good. Make sure it stays that way. And use protection." Feliciano laughed before walking back to the kitchen.

"Mamita told me the same thing!" Antonio giggled, walking over to Lovino who was still experiencing some troubles with moving and talking, and gave him a big kiss on his cheeks. "How are you, amo?"

Feliciano avoided directly staring at them, but he could pick out Lovino's smiles and nuzzles from the glasses he was holding in hands. As much as he was glad that his brother was feeling happy and safe to even be doing this in front of him, Feliciano still worried.

"I finished the book, you know." He said, setting the glasses at the table. "I really liked it, too."

Antonio and Lovino tore their gazes away from each other for a couple of seconds, noticing that everything was now set. "Book? Silence in Venice?" Antonio asked, sitting down next to Lovino.

"Yeah. I feel really bad for Alice. She got too much abuse from everyone and she didn't deserve it." Feliciano ranted.

Antonio shrugged, running circles on Lovino's shoulder. "I only know what Andy told me so I can't really say anything about that. He has a theory that she's pregnant or something by the end of the book. And the author gave some hints about a sequal so..."

"Oh, you're talking about that German book." Came from Lovino, who finally connected the dots. "Should I leave the table?"

Antonio made a weird face, like he had done something wrong. Feliciano could feel his blood beginning to boil, wanting to evaporate from his body. He had to keep it cool, a dinner is never a place for war. "No, it's fine. We're done anyway." He said.

"You know I hate them and you know why I hate them, so don't bring them up in front of me." Lovino huffed out angrily.

Feliciano didn't respond, he just quietly ate his dinner. Right now, all he wanted was his room and his peace. And not being a third wheel to his brother.

He finally slipped away from the table, under a bathroom excuse, when Antonio was too busy courting Lovino and Lovino was too busy flirting with him to notice. God, it felt so good to be free from their loveydoveyness. True, he loved romance, he could literally drown in romance, but sometimes he needed to be away from it to fully enjoy it again.

He sat in front of his painting, thinking back of his mistake. There were still chances to fix it, but did he really have to do it now? After the suffering he just went through with the book?

Then it dawned on him. He could fix the painting AND his broken heart. All he had to do was paint what broke him over the nasty brown colour. Hell, even that ugly brown looked so beautiful to him now that he had an idea.

Feliciano raced out of his room, squealing and jumping around, bursting with inspiration and ideas. He had to share them with someone. The one time he could really say that he was a genious was now.

Antonio and Lovino looked at him as he jumped all across the stairs. If Lovino was forced to admit it, he had never seen Feliciano this happy in his life.

He run up to them, hugging them both at the same time much to their confusion, mumbling something about how he got it. Feliciano then proceeded to kiss both of their foreheads, just as Romeo was entering the house.

To Romeo's distress and confusion, Feliciano jumped for him next, hugging him and kissing him the same way he did Antonio and Lovino. The oldest and the youngest brothers exchanged looks of pure confusion. Something weird got into Feliciano lately.

Then, like nothing happened, Feliciano stormed back to his room, leaving his brothers and Antonio in a what-the-hell-just-happened-here atmosphere.

Feliciano returned back to his chair, he already wasted enough of his inspiration time to hug and kiss his brothers, if he wasted more, he would lose the idea.

It took Feliciano several days to finish his work of art. That is several days of not eating or sleeping. He barely even drank anything and most of the time it was paint water. He couldn't even distinguish it from actual water because everything started to taste metalic like the paint. But it was a small price to pay for being an artist.

Feliciano was proud of his work. The ugly brown stripe was now replaced by a magnificant bridge, The Rialto bridge. On top of the bridge Feliciano added two people holding hands and pressing their foreheads together. One was a beautiful girl with red hair tied in two side braids which fell neatly down her green dress. The other was a boy dressed in black with slicked blond hair and a lovestruck expression on his face. Just as Feliciano imagined them.

He snapped a picture of his painting, posting it on his Instagram and Tumblr, before leaving his room for the first time in a while.

"He's alive!" Was the first thing welcoming Feliciano as he entered the kitchen. "We really thought you were dead." The same person, Romeo, commented.

Romeo was making lunch that day, quite an unusual activity for him, and Lovino was nowhere to be found. "He's at Toni's house if you need him." Romeo said, reading Feliciano like an open book. "And Nonno called, he'll be here by tomorrow night."

Well, that was exciting. "Really?" Feliciano asked, earning a nod from his brother. "Where do you think he's been travelling this time?"

"Probably anywhere but Greece." Romeo joked.

"That's rude to Uncle Heracles!" Feliciano giggled.

"Why do we even call him uncle? He's basically the same age as Lovi."

"No idea."

The conversation died. Romeo was too busy cooking his lunch to continue poking fun at their odd family relationship. Uncle Heracles was actually only half of an uncle to them, their grandmother's son after she divorced their grandfather. Even with the two remaining close friends, Feliciano and his brothers barely see their uncle.

But it wasn't the time to think about family drama.

Feliciano placed his arms on his brother's shoulders, an old habit which hadn't died even after Romeo outgrew him. "What are you making?"

"Eggs." Romeo answered.

"Yeah, I can see that." Feliciano giggled. "Wait, that's all you're gonna eat?"

"That's four eggs, Feli."

"That's not a lunch!" Feliciano was offended. "Move over, I'm gonna make you something proper."

Romeo stopped and stared at Feliciano. "I wanna eat eggs. And I wanna make my own lunch. So go away."

Before Feliciano could protest, Romeo wiggled his eyebrows in the direction of the door, clicking with his tongue. No point in fighting, Feliciano, just be a good dog and walk away.

He returned to his room, wondering if he should paint more or leave it to settle for a few days. Or he could check how his new painting was doing on the social media.

Feliciano opened his Instagram first, saw that he got a few likes and no comments so far. Tumblr was even worse. Well, he didn't expect much in the first place.

Then he got a WhatsApp notification. From an unknown number.

'Hey Feli! <3' 'I haven't heard from you in a while, how are you?' 'This is Elizabeta btw. From middle school.'

Oh. It was Lizzie.

Truth to be told, Feliciano had the unfortunate luck to get all the numbers from his middle school deleted in a broken phone accident. Good thing he kept his old number.

He added her back to his contacts and responded.

♡~Feli~♡: Heyy Lizzie ♡~Feli~♡: True long time no hear ♡~Feli~♡: Im fine how are you hows life in Hungary

Feliciano decided to browse around his phone, waiting for a reply.

Lizzie: Great actually XD Lizzie: I'm not really living in Hungary anymore Lizzie: I got married

♡~Feli~♡: Congratulations!! ♡~Feli~♡: Where do you live now

Lizzie: Germany Lizzie: Actually that's what I texted you for Lizzie: See I saw your latest art on Facebook Lizzie: From the book Silence in Venice Lizzie: And I showed it to my husband's cousin and he's really into it so I wanted to ask if you'd be okay if I gave him your number Lizzie: He wants to gush about his emotions to you

Feliciano blinked. There was too much going on right now. First of all, he posted his art on Facebook? Unlikely, but then again he is prone to forgetting about things when it comes to art. That's how he failed his Art History. Stupid Rembrant.

Second of all, he was not comfortable with that at all. Elizabeta having his number was alright and all, even if they haven't seen each other since forever, but a complete stranger... He'll have to pass on that.

♡~Feli~♡: Actually... ♡~Feli~♡: Id rather you dont do that ♡~Feli~♡: Im not really comfortable with that ♡~Feli~♡: He can message me on Insta tho ♡~Feli~♡: Or Tumblr

A couple of minutes passed.

Lizzie: Yeah no problem Lizzie: He doesn't have either but I'm gonna make him some Lizzie: What's your Tumblr username

♡~Feli~♡: Artisloveandlife

Lizzie: That sounds just like you :D

Feliciano wasn't sure if he was supposed to wait for something or go and do his own thing. He wasn't sure if he even had a thing to do in the first place.

Half an hour passed. Feliciano spent them on Youtube, watching random cat videos. They were cute, but he wasn't really into them at the moment. Then his phone buzzed, two notifications from Tumblr.

'lutzie71 has followed you.'

'fryingpansandyaoi has followed you.'

Moments later, he was hit with another message on WhatsApp.

Lizzie: Heh took me a while Lizzie: I'm fryingpansandyaoi and he's lutzie71 Lizzie: You might want to message him first he's really shy

How cute! Feliciano thought. Shy men were the best kind of men in his opinion.

♡~Feli~♡: Okay lol ♡~Feli~♡: You re still into yaoi omg ♡~Feli~♡: Some things never change hahah

Lizzie: Yeah...

♡~Feli~♡: You re not trying to set me up with him are you now

Lizzie: No I've grown out of that phase Lizzie: Just talk to him he's been staring at his phone without blinking for a few minutes now Lizzie: It's freaking me out

♡~Feli~♡: Aww thats adorable ♡~Feli~♡: I will text him now

And true to his word, Feliciano opened his Tumblr, followed back his new mutuals, and typed out his message to a potential new friend.

Artisloveandlife: Hello! Artisloveandlife: How are you? I'm Elizabeta's friend! Nice to meet you!

3 minutes passed before Feliciano got a response.

Lutzie71: Hello... Lutzie71: I really appreciate your artwork for my book. Lutzie71: I am Ludwig by the way.

It was at that moment that Feliciano knew... the tables are about to be flipped.

[supercasey]

Nomad of Nowhere Modern+Twins AU Notes/Ideas

Can y’all tell I got bored and can’t stop thinking about this sort of AU? Prepare for some serious bullshit. (Putting this under a cut because I’m merciful)

((El Rey is gonna be called Adrian in this AU, as I saw someone on Tumblr (emery-night) suggest it as a possible name awhile back, and since one of my brother's middle names is Adrian, I had to.))

Benjamin, Annabeth, and Adrian are all polyam, but they're not exactly the most “picture perfect” polyam relationship; they all tend to argue quite a bit, but at the end of the day, they all still care very deeply for each other.

Ben and Adrian went to college together, and were roommates through all four years they went; they started dating/hooking up about halfway through freshman year.

Annabeth: Oh my god, they were roommates.

After their fourth year of college ended, Adrian had to go back home to run his father's business, which meant he couldn't date Ben anymore, as his dad was extremely homophobic. Ben was heartbroken, but understood that Adrian didn't want to end things either, so he accepted it and moved on with his life, making sure to keep in touch with Adrian through social media and by calling/texting him every so often.

About two years later, Benjamin ran into Annabeth for the first time. Anna was working on her family's farm at the time, but once she fell for the city boy, she packed her bags and ran off to start a new life with him.

They had the twins within their first year of marriage, which was… chaotic, to say the fucking least. Thankfully they managed well enough, but it was still somewhat of an ordeal to get through together. ((Thankfully in this AU, Ben isn’t running from any bounty hunters/his ex, so he doesn’t ever lash out at Anna and lose her.))

Nearly five years after the twins were born, Adrian just kinda… showed up on their doorstep, looking frazzled and freaked the fuck out. They of course let him come inside, and after finding out that he had been cut off upon his father discovering he was gay, the couple let him stay with them from then on.

Pretty soon, the trio was officially polyam, both Adrian and Anna dating Ben, but not each other. They’re both really good friends, though! Ben loves his husband and wife so fucking much.

Since he grew up in such a privileged environment, Adrian really struggles with getting used to living like his partners (they aren’t necessarily poor, but they aren’t rich either), but he settles soon enough into working at an office building, where he constantly is climbing the corporate ladder and becoming quite the businessman.

Annabeth settled really quickly into her job as an architect, and works on designing houses in an office building about an hour away from the family house (which she and Ben built together right before they got married, adding another floor after Adrian moved in with them).

Benjamin, surprisingly enough, is a stay at home dad, and after all the kids reach school age, he starts doing part-time handyman jobs around town. Primarily though, he's still mostly a stay at home dad, and does a lot of the housework.

Adrian can't cook for S H I T. He set the oven in his and Ben's dorm on fire no less than three times, and also accidentally blew up the microwave at one point. After he moves in, Ben is quick to ban him from any sort of cooking; Adrian doesn't even bother arguing with him over it.

Anna can cook a little. She's usually pretty tuckered out after work, so she rarely cooks dinner, but when she does it's a stew that's fucking incredible.

Ben is a monster in the kitchen, having learned how to cook at a very young age, and he takes great pride in cooking nice meals for the family almost every night.

Both Ben and Anna were really worried the twins wouldn’t like Adrian, but he gets along with them really well, especially since he came into their lives so really early on; when they’re about seven, Skout asks who Adrian is to her parents, and after being told he’s in love with Pappy and best friends with Mama, she starts referring to Adrian as Daddy/Dad, Hunter doing the same through sign language/writing note to him. Adrian cries from happiness.

Also, because I love her, and because I honestly think Ben would never obey the “have as few kids as possible” rule most wizard's follow in the Twins AU, when the twins are about six or seven, their parents have another kid; a little girl they name Melinda.

(Truth be told, Ben and El Rey aren't 100% certain who fathered her, but they always say it was the other guy who did it. Anna doesn't really care, so long as they both treat her youngest daughter well, which they of course do!)

Melinda is a bit of a terror as a young child, and is constantly pestering her older siblings. Skout and her get along better once Skout hits high school age (before then, they argue constantly), but before that Hunter and Melinda are super close. After Melinda hits 13-14 though, they don’t quite have a “falling out”, but she gets her own friends at school and doesn’t want to hang out with Hunter as much anymore; this devastates Hunter, but he’s so freaking glad she has friends that he’s never going to tell her that.

Okay, onto the twins:

Hunter and Skout are practically glued to the fucking hip all throughout their early childhood; Hunter follows his sister around because no one wants to try communicating with the mute kid, and Skout loves hanging out with her brother despite other kids being weirded out by him.

Skout used to be a total tomboy/rebel as a preteen. Seriously, she was constantly in and out of the principal's office, mainly because she got into fights protecting her bro.

By the time Toth moves to town at the very start of 9th grade and meets her, Skout is almost a completely different person by then, having gotten more invested in reading/school than getting into fights.

The first time Toth sees some ex-bullies from Skout's middle school run for their lives upon seeing who Toth thought was just a sweet, innocent redhead who loves reading, Toth knows she's in love.

Toth does NOT like Hunter at first, mostly because the first time she met him, he refused to let her borrow a pencil and she took that to mean he was an asshole; truth is, he only had the one, but had trouble communicating that to her at the time, resulting in her not quite “bullying” him, but… okay, she bullied him, but after getting with Skout, she lays off and even apologizes to him for being so mean.

Toth and Hunter eventually start getting along after Toth and Skout get together, but Hunter definitely teases/messes with her on occasion because he thinks it's funny. Toth is mostly neutral to this and figures it's justified payback for how she used to treat him.

Where Skout has Toth as a friend at school (and I guess that total asshole “Red Manuel” or whatever the fuck he’s calling himself who constantly pesters them both), Hunter is friends with a trio of kids nicknamed “The Three Amigos.”

The three amigos (Null, Santi, and Jethro) have all known each other since kindergarten. Null got to go to school early due to his intelligence (the kid is insanely fucking smart), while Jethro and Santi are the same age, and they all became friends because their moms all know each other and made them hang out a lot as young kids.

The school's mascot is the “Dandy Lion” and Red Manuel is the dumbass who agreed to wear the suit for school events. He thinks it makes him a celebrity; it definitely doesn't.

Omg, I almost fucking forgot about Don Paragon.

Don Paragon considers himself to be a theatre star of some kind, because he literally only got the lead part once in a middle school play, and he has yet to stop bragging about it.

Don's also a huge fucking bully, and has been harassing both Hunter and Skout since elementary school; he's actually one of the people Skout beat the crap out of back when she didn’t care about holding back, so he low-key fears her, but he'll pick on Hunter whenever he can catch him alone; luckily, Hunter doesn't end up alone very often, thanks to the three amigos, as well as Toth shadowing him when Skout asks her to keep an eye on Hunter in order to keep him safe.

(On another note, about halfway through high school, Don Paragon challenges Hunter to a fight after school, and of course everyone comes out to see this shit. Don shows up first with a switchblade, and everyone’s scared he’s gonna fuck Hunter up, but then Hunter shows up with a fucking pitchfork. Needless to say, Don backed down and Hunter was now known as “the guy who brought a pitchfork to a knife fight” instead of just being the mute kid.)

Hunter and the three amigos are considered to be outcast's at school, but none of them are particularly bothered by this; they all can often be found chilling together during lunch, passing around a notebook so Hunter can talk to them easier. By senior year, the three amigos have all fully learned sign language, which they use not only to talk with Hunter, but get away with joking around in class with each other.

Before then though, Null was the only one who knew sign language, and became friends with Hunter first. Through this, Null invited Hunter to their friend group, but despite them all obviously being friends, other kids at school still mostly referred to them as “The Three Amigos + Hunter”; this annoys Null to no end, but Hunter swears he doesn't mind (he does, but he’ll never admit it).

The four of them eventually form a band that plays primarily at school dances and weekend parties. The band was almost called The Three Amigos, but Null insisted they name themselves something else in order to include Hunter. Santi came up with calling themselves “The Nomads of Nowhere”, which sticks. Hunter plays guitar (Adrian taught him how), Jethro plays keyboard, Santi plays drums, and Null sings.

Hunter is constantly being followed by animals of some kind, so instead of creating Critters, he attracts animals to himself (mainly stray cats, which he feeds daily).

The family has a few pets of their own: a black cat named Nomad (Hunter's therapy cat), a brown tabby cat named Critter (Ben found it as a kitten and gave it to Skout when Hunter got his cat), and a black Labrador named El Rey (Adrian's dog that he's had since he was a young teenager… no one knows how it's still alive, not even Adrian).

Post-high school headcanons for everyone:

After the twins graduate, Skout goes to a university in their state with Toth, who she's still dating. Hunter, in the meantime, goes to community college for awhile, and still lives at home, later moving out to live with the three amigos.

Toth proposes to Skout during their sophomore year, but they don't officially get married until after they both graduate. Everyone in Skout’s family sobs (Melinda’s her maid of honor) and Toth’s family is also cheering like mad. The after party is more or less a fucking rave, and the cops almost get called because they’re all so goddamn loud.

Skout becomes a biologist, but still constantly visits the library she worked at in college. Her specialty lies in forest preservation, and later on she starts working in a national park.

Toth becomes a historian, specializing in old weapons and war strategy. She also has a degree in psychology, but she doesn’t really do much with it tbh (other than mess with Red, who after getting his act together, becomes one of her closest friends).

Hunter becomes a musician, and as a side gig works as a sort of “cat whisperer” to make extra money and tell people they’re dumbasses who shouldn’t own cats.

The Nomads of Nowhere actually stick together for a long time after high school, and become a semi-popular indie band. After a few years though, they disband so Jethro and Santi can do their own things, so Hunter and Null form a two-man band called “The Dreaded Nomads.” After that, their music gets a lot more popular, but they’re still considered indie.

Oh yeah, almost forgot; Hunter and Null started dating in secret early on in high school. They mostly kept it a secret because they were both self-conscious about being judged by their peers, but they came out by going to their junior homecoming dance together. Everyone (except Skout and Melinda, who Hunter had already told) were surprised, but of course Hunter’s parents were all supportive. Null’s folks were… not, but at least he then got the chance to live with Santi’s family!

After high school, Hunter and Null are still going strong, and while neither of them are really comfortable with getting officially married for personal reasons, they plan on staying together for the rest of their lives. Also after high school, Null’s still no contact with his family for the most part (save for his mom), but Hunter’s family accepts him with open arms!

Santi and Jethro were dating since fucking middle school, and literally no one is surprised when they get hitched the day after graduation; if they have a kid and they’re a boy, they’re naming him Null Jr and Null will be secretly touched but act mad.

That’s all I’ve got for now! I might add more later, but feel free to add your own headcanons/ideas if you’d like to!

[schrijverr]

Taking a Break

After his stunt with the documentary, Dean takes a break. He uses this time to get to know his foster daughter that is practically family, Claire. The kid of Castiels cousin. She fits in great!

Part of the Famous Husband verse, which is also a series.

On AO3

Ships: Destiel

Warnings: Claire comes from foster care, which wasn’t always the best place to be. And there is a short bit about Cas and Deans youth which also isn’t the happiest, but nothing too grand. Tell me if I missed anything!!

A/N: I tried my best, but I know nothing about foster care, sorry

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After his stunt with the documentary about Cas, Dean didn’t post for a week, leaving fans to freak out from afar. But when he’d had his fun he posted a short video.

“Hi Hunters, it’s me again. It’s been a while, I admit, and this is a pretty short video for everything that happened in the last one, but I feel like I owe you an explanation.” Dean started.

“The last video about Cas wasn’t real, sorry if you got your hopes up or were scared and confused, but me and the others wanted to try something different and thought this would be a fun idea. Joking about Cas being an immortal angel has been an inside joke we’ve had for years now and seeing some comments about it gave me the idea.” Dean went on.

Then he said: “I’m not going to tell you all how we did it and I’m not going to tell you what’s real and what’s not. I quite like the mystery around it and I enjoyed all off the theories you guys came up with. I mean, I saw one connecting Cas to the Man in Black, which I thought was pretty clever and cool.”

“Anyway, this is not the point of the video. I mean, it sort of is, but also isn’t.” Dean paused and took a breath, “I am also announcing that I am taking a small break, nothing major and I will be back. I am not sick or something, my mental health is the best it has been in years, but sometimes you just need a break, so that’s what I’m doing right now.”

He waved and said: “So this will be it for the time being, till after a while. Bye Hunters, see you on the road!”

Then the video ended.

~

Dean posted it and turned off his laptop. He then walked over to the mirror and inspected himself again. He wasn’t wearing a suit, but he was wearing his nice clothes. They had someone special to meet today after all. He walked over to Cas, who was wearing a suit, and asked: “Are you okay?”

Cas shrugged and said: “Honestly? I don’t know. I barely knew Jimmy and Amelia and it’s been such a long time, I don’t know if she would even want to go with us or if we can do it, if we’re ready. Or if she even likes us. We cannot replace her parents, Dean.”

Dean put his hand on Castiels shoulder and said: “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’re going to fuck up, sure, but we are going to love her, no matter what, yeah. We’re going to try our damn hardest to raise her as well as we can and to give her a family.”

A tear leaked out of Deans eye that he quickly wiped away, but Castiel wasn’t much better off, so they just gave each other a watery smile, before hugging each other tightly.

Neither had gotten the best youth there was. Dean had been carted around the country until he was fourteen by a grieving father, forced to care for his little brother, before Bobby had put a stop to it and taken them in. Cas had grown up as a small gay boy in a very religious household as the youngest with brothers he felt he could never be as good as, before being nearly thrown out when he had come out. He had spend two years traveling, before he felt mentally ready to take the next step and go to college, leaving most of his family behind.

But now they had a chance to save a kid from a fate like that, a fate with no family, all alone.

Jimmy was Castiels older cousin. They hadn’t been close, so he and Dean had been quite shocked to find out he and his wife had died a couple of years ago and that their daughter was now in foster care.

Her name was Claire and she had bounced around homes for a couple of years now, until she had gotten into one with a better administration, who had actually taken the time to search for family that could take her in. Dean and Castiel hadn’t been the first one contacted, but they had been the ones, who had said yes the moment the woman had explained the situation over the phone.

It had been pure coincide that the documentary lined up with this. At first the plan had been the upload regularly again after week, but when they’d gotten the news, Dean had decided that a break was better.

They were silent on the drive over to the home, only opening their mouths to introduce themselves to the women from child services. She took them into a room and told them to sit down, while she went and got Claire.

Dean and Cas looked at each other, nervousness rolling off them in waves. In order to ground them both, Dean grabbed Castiels hand and squeezed it, smiling slightly as he felt Cas squeeze back

Then the door opened and the woman from before entered followed by a scowling blond sixteen-year-old. She had heavy eye make up and wore a black hoodie and gray jeans. Claire didn’t look like she wanted to be there, but the woman either didn’t notice or pretended not to, as she sat Claire down and said: “I’ll leave you three to it to chat for a moment, get to know each other, while I ready the paperwork.”

Once she was gone there was an awkward silence in which no one said anything. In the end it was Dean, who broke it. He smiled and stuck out his hand as he said: “Hi, Claire. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Dean, this is Cas or Castiel.”

She looked him up and down and raised a brow at him, but she did shake his hand with a curt: “Nice to meet you.”

Dean wasn’t deterred as he went on: “So, I know this must be a bit sudden and we don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything like that, but we just want to give you a home. We aren’t planning on being a temporary stop.”

That got her attention. She glanced at them, a little hope creeping into her eyes, before she pushed it away and huffed: “Yeah, sure.”

“We are serious, Claire.” Castiel said, deciding that opening his mouth was a smart move.

“Yeah, everyone means that, until I live there and they know me.” Claire shot back, “Why should you two be any different.”

“For starters, we already signed up for long-term fostering and second, we don’t give up on people.” Dean said.

Claire laughed and mocked: “‘We don’t give up on people’ what sort of motivational book have you read? I mean, do you even have any experience on not giving up on people.”

Dean was starting to feel a headache coming, but he also knew a teen that has been disappointed time and time again by adults like the back of his hand. Honesty would be the best option, he decided, so he leaned on the table and said: “I’m gonna be real with you, kid. I’m probably not cut out to be the best parent, but I do know a thing or two about raising people, yeah. I’ve raised my little brother since I was four and that wasn’t the easiest. I know what it’s like to bounce from home to home, never having a stable place to live. I was fourteen when I got that and that is two years earlier than you, but it made a difference. I went to college, I have a home, I’m married. I never thought I’d get that when I was your age. So, if I get to give that to someone else, I’m gonna grab that chance with two hands. Make it a competition if you will, see how much bullshit you can pull before we give up, because you can wait until you die if you try that.”

Both Claire and Castiel were silent after his little speech. Claire was processing everything while Cas gave her the space. He knew what Dean had been through and he knew the determination he had when it came to people he considered family.

After a few moments Claire nodded and said: “Alright, challenge accepted.”

Dean smirked and asked: “Shake on it?”

Claire rolled his eyes, but shook Deans hand again. Right at that moment the woman came in with the paperwork and before they knew it they were standing in front of the building with a Claire and two suitcases.

Dean showed her to their car, proud of his Baby. Claire frowned for a second, then said: “Hey, that car looks familiar.”

Giving her a look Dean asked: “Really? Where from?”

Claire shrugged: “Some boy at another home loved this YouTuber guy, I think he had a car like that. Big and black and old. I don’t know exactly, who it was.”

Behind her back Dean looked at Cas with big eyes. He had expected her to know him, but he also hadn’t really thought about his fame when they’d said yes to fostering her and now he was floundering about what to tell her. Claire noticed and eyed them suspiciously as she stated: “You know something.”

“Uh,” Dean said, “Yeah, I, uh, kind of am that YouTuber guy, I think.”

“Did you just do this for views?” she accused them, “Of course, all that bullshit about believing in stuff and shit. Fake. Just a money whore, great.”

“What? No!” Dean exclaimed, “I’m not- what? I hadn’t even thought about it.”

She gave him a disbelieving look and said: “Sure.”

“Really. I haven’t said anything about this on my channel or any of my social medias. I’m taking a break now, actually, to get to know you and get you settled in. I’m not planning on using you to get views, what kind of sicko would I be if I did that.” Dean said.

“And why should I believe that?” Claire asked.

“Well,” Castiel answered, “He’s edited me out of his videos for nearly seven years, because I was uncomfortable with the idea of being on camera and he’s stated in a previous video that he would never subject a child to the attention his channel gets him.”

Claire still looked like she didn’t believe them, but got into the backseat none the less, making Cas and Dean sigh a relived breath they hadn’t realized they were holding.

The ride back was awkward and the minutes seemed to pass like hours. After a while Dean had put on one of his cassettes, but it hadn’t been much of an ice breaker.

Once they were at the house Dean grabbed Claires suitcases and showed her to the room they’d cleared out for her. For now, she only had an air-mattress lying on the floor and Dean explained: “We wanted you to pick your own furniture, since we didn’t know what you liked. We hoped to go to IKEA tomorrow if it’s alright with you?”

Claire shrugged: “Sure.”

Dean said: “We can leave you alone for a while if you’d like. Or we can do something together. You can explore the house if you want. It’s up to you.”

“I think I just want to be alone for a second.” Claire said.

“Okay,” Dean smiled, “We’ll call you when dinner is ready. We’re eating burgers, hope you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t.” Claire said absentmindedly as she took her suitcases from Dean.

When she was alone in the room she let herself drop onto the air-mattress and laid there for a moment, going through the last few hours in her head. After that she grabbed her phone and earphone as she opened YouTube and typed in ‘Dean’.

Two hours later and Claire had watched nearly all the videos Dean and Cas had done together. Her fears of being used for views had dampened considerably and she felt a bit more secure when she went down for diner.

This time she actually looked around some more. The house was nice with white walls and shiny floors. On the walls were pictures, all family pictures it seemed, although it was of a ragtag group. She recognized Sam and Charlie from the videos she’s watched, along with Bobby, Jo and Gabriel.

She stopped at a wedding photo and took it in. Dean was in a neat suit and Castiel in a dramatic wedding dress. They were looking at each other, just looking, but she could see the love in their eyes and smiles.

Her gaze wondered over to another picture, this one was of Sam and Dean. They were leaning against the car she had sat in hours before and both held a beer in their hands. They were laughing about something, she didn’t know what, but they looked happy.

Then there was a big family type portrait that had everyone in it. Sam had his arm around a blond girl, Jess, Claire thought her name was. Charlie and Jo were making a silly face, while the three older adults looked tired, but amused. Gabriel was giving Cas bunny ears, but the man didn’t seemed to notice. He was too busy staring into Deans eyes.

Claire smiled at the wall of pictures, before hurrying downstairs, trying to find the dining table.

Dinner was weird. Dean and Cas asked her questions about what she liked and her hobbies and interest, while she tried to get to know them a bit better. It wasn’t until Cas grabbed his third burger that things got a bit more comfortable.

When he reached for the burger, Dean snorted: “I should’ve filmed you eating burgers for my docu, sunshine, then everyone would’ve believed me. The amount you eat is abnormal.”

Cas pouted as he looked at Dean and he sulked: “I’m not weird, you’re just as bad.”

And that was true, Dean was steadily making his way through a second burger and both men knew he would probably eat a third one after. Claire watched the interaction and laughed a them, startling them both before they laughed as well.

After diner the three sat on the couch and watched a bad action movie with a big bowl of popcorn. Claire went to bed with a smile on her face and a hopeful bubble in her chest.

The next day was a Monday and Cas sadly had to go to work, Claire was still home to get used to the sudden change, but she would start school on Wednesday. All the reason to get her room in order today, Dean thought as he woke her up at nine AM.

She grumbled and moped, but inhaled the pancakes with vigor and by the time she had finished her coffee she was ready to make plans. Dean asked: “First things first. Do you want to paint your room?”

Claire shook her head and Dean nodded as he went on: “Okay, so now we need to decide how you want to furnish your room. Do you want a Queen sized bed or smaller? Broad or deep desk? Do you need a big wardrobe or a small one. Do you want a book case, a rug, something else? Oh and do you need more clothes?”

Claire blinked a bit at the barrage of questions and Dean rubbed his head when he realized it and said: “Sorry, bit much in one go.”

Claire nodded, but still answered, thinking hard about each answer. Then they were off.

IKEA had been quite the experience, with a lot of mattress testing and getting lost, but in the end they got all they needed. Claire now had a desk with chair, a Queen sized bed plus mattress and pillow etcetera, a wardrobe and shelf. She had felt quite bad that Dean had to buy so much stuff for her, but it also made her feel wanted, like this was permanent.

They loaded everything in the back of the car, Dean grumbling about how he missed Baby. He and Cas had switched for the day, since Castiels car could fit more stuff. Claire rolled her eyes at Dean and didn’t feel all that bad when he got offended.

After that they quickly dropped the boxes off at home and went to the mall to find Claire a bit more clothes. She had most stuff, but Dean had insisted she’d get some new outfits and Claire hadn’t really disagreed. Before they went in Dean turned to her and said: “It’s probably not going to happen, but if someone recognizes me. You can just walk away, pretend you don’t know me. Understood?”

“Understood.” Claire replied, “Although I don’t get what the big deal is.”

“Well, most people are nice and chill, but other will scour the entire Internet in the hope they find you and that can be shit and fricking annoying, so if you don’t want to be known, don’t know me if it happens, yeah.” Dean answered.

Then he pushed open the car door and went inside. An hour later they were done, now the proud owners of a lawn flamingo who had sunglasses on and some more clothes for Claire.

Back at home Dean looked at all the IKEA boxes and told Claire: “I know how to take apart a car engine and put it back together, but I can’t promise anything when it comes to IKEA furniture.”

Claire laughed, believing it was a joke, but when three hours had passed and they hadn’t gotten together more than her bed she wasn’t laughing anymore. Dean was struggling with a screw on her wardrobe when she couldn’t take it anymore. She pushed Dean aside and said: “Go, let me do this. You just do the heavy lifting. God, you’re hopeless.”

It wasn’t until after she was done with the screw that she realized how rude that had been after everything Dean had done for her, but her pride stopped her from apologizing. Although she dreaded to look back to Dean. When she finally got the courage she was surprised to find Dean smiling, she asked him what was so funny and he only said: “Nothing.”

But Dean was happy that Claire was comfortable enough already not to walk on eggshells around him, trying to please him in the hopes of keeping her. God, knows he had been a nervous wreck the first few months at Bobbys until Bobby had snapped and told him to stop acting like an idjit.

With Claire in charge the furniture was halfway to being completely done by the time Cas got home. When they heard the front door, Dean perked up immediately, but didn’t leave the room until Cas had called out to them and Claire was also going.

He greeted Cas with a kiss and asked him how his day had been, while Claire hovered in the background. Castiel told him it had been good, before returning the question. Dean turned to Claire and said: “Maybe you can answer that?”

Claire hadn’t expected it, but she tentatively started to tell Castiel about their mattress testing adventure in IKEA and how they had ended up buying a lawn flamingo. And by the time Dean had gotten diner on the table she and Castiel were discussing old cold cases, which they had discovered a mutual interest in.

The next day was filled with more furniture building and chilling on the couch, while at night Claire made her way through more of Deans channel. She was hesitant to bring it up, but she did like the videos. Most of them were stupid, but overall entertaining and it seemed Dean really liked what he did, although the car videos couldn’t be more boring.

Then Wednesday came and Claire had to go to school. She was going to the same school Cas taught at, but they had arranged that she wouldn’t be in his classes. She also took the bus to school instead of driving with Cas, to avoid being seen with him. Claire wanted to make friends on her own, not because of Cas and Dean and she also didn’t want to be seen as weird.

Her first class was English, she didn’t mind English all that much, but she was nervous as hell to enter the classroom. She didn’t let it show on her face, however, allowing the teacher to introduce her before sitting down on the third row.

When they were allowed to work in groups on the homework assignment, Claire assumed she’d be working alone, but from beside her a girl leaned over and stuck out her hand. She said: “Hi, I’m  Rey. Nice to meet ya.”

Claire shook her hand and mumbled: “Claire.”

Rey wasn’t deterred and gestured over to another girl and said: “That’s Mary.” the girl in question waved, “Want to work with us? We were supposed to do some research before this lesson, but I assume you didn’t do it, so you can use our sources if you’d like.”

Rey and Mary seemed friendly enough, so Claire shrugged and said: “Sure, thanks.” before pulling up her chair at their tables.

It wasn’t until they were mostly done with the assignment that Claire realized, who they were and how they knew her. Well, what were Dean and Cas? Not parents, hm, caregivers? Sure. Anyway, Rey had turned to her and asked: “Hey, do you know Dean? He’s a YouTuber, his husband works here at school. Me and Mary really like his work, although he’s taking a break now, but you should check him out.”

Mary nodded: “Yeah, he did a fake documentary about his husband being an angel recently, it was pretty good. I made some drawings for our Insta account, where I made an angel AU.”

Claire didn’t really know how to proceed. She liked the two girls, but they were talking about the guy, who had just taken her in with the intention to adopt her one day. So she stammered: “Uhm, yeah, sounds cool. Might look at it later.” and instantly facepalmed internally.

Rey and Mary grinned and Rey slung an arm around her as she said: “I think we’re going to be good friends.”

The rest of the day went by normally. Claire sat with Rey and/or Mary whenever they had a class together and she also joined them during the breaks. She didn’t say much and mostly listened to them talking about a variety of stuff, but she didn’t really mind. She’d gone to school that day expecting to be alone for the rest of her time there, like she’d always been, but instead she’d already found two girls she might call friends.

That night at dinner Dean asked them both how their days had gone. Cas answered first, just telling them that it had been good and about one of the kids, who had accidentally burned half his homework, how he had done it was still a mystery to Cas.

Then the attention was turned to Claire, who played with her food a bit while she said: “Good, it was good. Met two girls and talked to them, they seemed to like me.”

Cas and Dean both smiled and Cas said: “How nice. Want to tell us their names?”

Claire looked away then answered: “Uhm, Mary and Rey.”

Dean chocked on his food a bit, before he recovered and spluttered out: “That’s, that’s nice. Uhm, so what did you, what did you guys talk about?”

Claire was pretty pleased with that reaction, it had been pretty funny. She decided to mess with them some more saying: “Well, they recommended a YouTuber to me, I think his name was De-an or something?”

Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times while Cas still looked at her with big eyes. She went on as if she hadn’t noticed: “Yeah, apparently his husband works at our school, isn’t that cool?”

It was quiet for a moment, then Claire couldn’t suppress the grin she had been fighting the entire time. When Dean saw he grinned as well and said: “You little squirt, stop messing with us.”

With Deans reaction Cas also smiled as he shook his head. Then he said: “They are students of mine. They can be a bit overwhelming, but I hear you managed.”

Claire shrugged: “Well, it’s not like I’m much of a talker, so it was nice just to listen instead.”

“Good.” Castiel said.

“But I didn’t tell them about you guys.” Claire went on, “I don’t really know how to go about that. I mean, it seems like hiding, but otherwise it would feel like they don’t like me for me, but for you guys and I don’t want that.”

“Hey, you don’t have to tell them anything, okay.” Dean said, “Hide us as much as you like. We can always embarrass you later.”

Claire rolled her eyes, but a weight was lifted off her shoulders as she took her next bite.

Later that night she went downstairs to grab her earphones, which she had left on the counter. Dean was still awake and she wanted to greet him, before she realized he was on the phone. She stopped and listened to him as he said: “I know, Bobby. She should get to decide when to meet you all and I don’t want to force her or anything, I’m not dumb.”

Bobby said something on the other side and Dean replied: “Yeah, I should, but I don’t know how to begin to talk to her. I’m new to all this. I don’t want to ruin this.”

“Hey, hey, slow down on the insults, old man.” Dean smiled and was quiet for a second as he listened to Bobby, then he went on: “So, you think I should just ask her?”

He nodded at the answer, then asked: “But when, Bobby? How do you know when to ask someone ‘Hey, by the way, we suddenly took you in and we hope you like it here want to meet more random strangers?’ That’s not really something you want to hear when you’ve just uprooted your life.”

Bobby obviously said something, because Dean replied: “Yeah, but that was different. Me and Sam had already seen Jody in passing and we had met Jo before we went to school with her and Ellen watched us from time to time. Claire doesn’t know any of you all.”

“Yeah, I know she has to get to know you all some day, you’re family.” Deans eyes lit up suddenly, “Bobby, you’re gonna be the grumpy grandpa you were always meant to be! And Sam can be the nerdy shit uncle and Gabe is probably going to be the bad influence and don’t get me started on Charlie and Jo.”

“Yeah, all hope on Jody and Ellen.” Dean laughed, then he got serious and said: “But really, Bobby. Thank you, I’ll see if there’s an opportunity to ask her.”

Claire took that as her cue to go, she quickly backtracked out of the doorway and grabbed her earphones before hurrying back up the stairs.

The conversation she had overheard played in her mind that night. When she had seen the picture wall, she had realized that Dean and Cas had a bigger family than just the two of them, but it hadn’t clicked until now that she was going to be part of it as well. That she would have to meet them and hope they liked her too.

She stayed up longer than she was supposed to that night. Just staring at the ceiling and walking to different scenarios, most ending badly.

The days after were more awkward than the ones before had been. Claire didn’t want to have The Conversation and Dean didn’t know how to open it with her evasive behavior. Leaving her to mostly talk with Castiel.

Castiel, she decided after a while, was pretty cool. He was a dork and kind of weird and sometimes he reminded her so much of her dad that she had to blink and look away for a second, but he also listened to her and talked to her like was an adult, something she desperately wanted.

Which was also why after a week of awkwardness between Claire and Dean, he sat down next to her and bluntly asked: “Did something happen between you and Dean?”

She quickly wiped away the look of surprise and shook her head. Cas went on: “Do you want to tell me, why you’ve been trying to avoid him then? You two seemed to get along.”

She bit her lip, then decided to come clean: “We do, he’s alright. I, I just heard him talking on the phone, with Bobby and it was about me meeting everyone and how to bring it up, but I don’t want him to bring it up, because I’m scared that when I meet everyone you consider family they won’t like me and you guys don’t want to keep me anymore and I like it here. For the first time I like it somewhere and I don’t want to loose that.”

Tears were streaming down her face and Castiel pulled her into a hug and held her close. After a few seconds he whispered to the top of her head: “We will never leave you, okay. If you’re not ready to meet anyone yet, then we won’t force you, but we won’t leave you, if someone has a bad opinion about you. But if you want to know, I really don’t think anyone will.”

She met his eyes shyly and softly asked: “Really?”

Castiel nodded and answered: “Really, the people we told already really want to meet you. I got a message from Charlie yesterday, asking if you liked Lord of the Rings, because she wanted to marathon it with you. And Gabriel is already planning to prank Dean with you. They haven’t even met you, but they already like you.”

Claire burrowed herself into his side again and whispered: “Thank you.”

Cas smiled: “It’s no problem, Claire. Are you going to talk to Dean about this?”

He felt her nod into his chest and decided that was good enough as he squeezed her tightly.

Later she apologized to Dean about her behavior, but he waved it away and also pulled her into a hug when she had explained it to her.

He said: “You don’t have to meet anyone.”

“I think I want to.” Claire said, then softer: “But I’m really, really scared.”

“Well, then we start small.” Dean replied, “You get to pick, who you want to meet, sound good?”

“Sounds good.” Claire smiled.

That Friday they had dinner at Bobbys along with Sam, while Jess had decided to stay home and leave them together. When they walked up to the front porch Claire suddenly stopped. Dean and Cas looked back at her and Dean said: “It’s gonna be good, just relax.” as Cas smiled and nodded.

They allowed Claire to knock and waited for Bobby to open. Bobby was dressed in his usual attire and Dean smiled as gave him a hug and he happily cried out: “Bobby!”

Bobby rolled his eyes as he returned the hug and said: “Yeah, yeah, I haven’t been missing for month or something, you know.”

“We know, Bobby.” Cas said with a smile as he also gave him a quick hug, then he laid a hand on Claires shoulder and said: “This is Claire.”

“Hi.” Claire said, awkwardly as she waved.

Bobby gave her a big smile and greeted her: “Hi, Claire, it’s nice to meet ya, I’m the one, who raised that idjit over there, he’s a bit of an idiot, but he means well.”

Claire laughed at that and Dean gawked a bit before turning to her and saying: “Don’t listen to him, I am very smart. He’s just an old grump.”

From down the hall a younger voice yelled: “Bobbys right, Dean. Don’t try and defend yourself. Now come here!”

“Sammy!” Dean called back happily, practically running into the house to greet his brother.

Cas rolled his eyes at his husbands antics and shared a knowing look with Bobby, before he ushered Claire inside. He warned her: “Sam is pretty tall, but he’s a puppy, so don’t be intimidated.”

Claire first found that a bit overbearing, but when she came eyes to chest with a huge guy with floppy brown hair, she did appreciate it. He had an open smile as he stuck out his hand and said: “So, you’re this Claire I’ve heard so much about. I’m Sam is nice to meet you.”

She shook his hand with a small half smile as she lightly joked: “Only, good things I hope.”, but Sam could hear the serious and scared undertone.

He replied: “Of course, you seem like a cool young lady.”

Beside him Dean laughed: “‘Young lady’, Sam what are you? Eighty? You’re just eight years older than her.”

“Whatever, Dean.” Sam rolled his eyes, “It’s not like you’re the most mature person.”

Dean grinned: “Nah, that’s Cas. He’s ancient.”

“God, don’t remind me of that.” Sam said, pinching his brow, “I got messages for weeks.”

Claire lit up and asked: “Oh, the documentary?”

Everyone turned to look at her and she blushed as she quickly looked away and mumbled: “Seemed like a good way to at least get a sense of where I ended up.”

“So did ya like it?” Dean asked her.

She shrugged and tried to play it cool: “It was obviously a parody, how people thought it was real I’ll never know, but it was fun. Well done. The editing was good.”

“Nice.” Dean said.

“God, are you done stroking your own ego. I’m hungry.” Sam whined.

“Like you need to get any taller, sasquatch.” Dean told him, but he sat down at the table next to Sam.

Castiel sat opposite to Sam and gestured to Claire to take place next to him, so she would be opposite of Dean, while Bobby sat at the head of the table. Claire was glad that the others seemed to have enough conversation to get through, before they turned to her. It gave her the chance to get used to the two new presences.

Sam seemed nice. He was obviously a younger brother, with funny and smart quips to put Dean down a notch. But he also could have good conversation with Cas, mostly about some boring History thing, Claire didn’t care for too much.

Bobby was less approachable, but he seemed like he was happy with the people at his table. When Sam and Dean were ribbing each other he got a proud smile on his face and he also engaged Cas in conversation, but they talked more about obscure religion, which piqued Claires interest, since her family had been pretty religious as well. So, after Bobby said something about an older version of the bible that mention something called a leviathan, she asked: “What’s that?”

She got a look and she added: “A leviathan?”

“Well, according to an old text I found they predate angels and all other living things. They were beasts and the reason God created Purgatory, because he needed to lock them away before he created other life, since they were so destructive.” Bobby explained.

“Cool.” Claire said, “Can you imagine if they walked the earth.”

“I imagine that would be quite apocalyptic.” Cas commented.

“Yeah, probably.” Claire sighed.

Bobby ignored Cas and told Claire: “They were also called Chompers, so what do you recon they’d look like?”

Claire though about it and answered: “Maybe something with a huge mouth or something.”

“Oh, yeah. Maybe they’d look completely normal and then sudden BLAH, their whole face turns into a mouth and they’d swallow you whole.” Dean said excitedly.

“No, no,it’s Chompers, right? So, they’d need multiple bites, just blood everywhere.” Claire said, also getting into it as she gestured with her fork.

“That’s cool.” Dean said, “Maybe they would have like these rows of sharp teeth, like those worms from The Hobbit or that one fish. Cas, what was it called? The one with the light.”

“Angler fish,” Castiel replied, “but they don’t have multiple rows.”

“Oh.” Dean said, but Claire got the picture: “Oh, I know those! They do have sick teeth. That would be epic.”

Sam now also inserted himself into the conversation: “How cool would it be if they could body hop or something. I mean, you would think you were talking to a person, but it would be a leviathan and then suddenly you’d get attacked.”

“They were never described, so it could be.” Bobby said.

“Cool.” Claire and Dean exclaimed in sync, before turning at each other and laughing.

And just like that the stiffness that had hung in the room dissolved as the conversation just flowed between the five people there. At the end of the night all went home with smiles. In the car Cas turned to her and asked: “Was it as bad as you feared?”

Claire shook her head and answered: “They were nice. It was good.”

“I’m glad.” Dean grinned at her, then stepped on the gas.

Over the course of the next few weeks Claire slowly met the others. She and Dean went to drink something at the Roadhouse, where Ellen introduced herself. Claire had soon decided that she was cool and then Jo came over as well and she and Claire got along like a house on fire.

Charlie came over for movie night and it turned out that, she was the lesbian aunt Claire needed in her life. They’d bonded over the Bond Girls and over their taste in movie snacks.

Gabriel had just called her one evening to help set up a prank, which she did happily. The next morning he was in their house to film Dean getting soaked in soap. He and Claire high-fived and Dean ranted for a while, but stopped at Claires grin and smiled back with a fond eyeroll.

She met Jody last, when Dean couldn't pick her up from school in the week the bus didn’t drive due to a malfunction. She felt a bit weird when she climbed into the front of the cop car. She had driven a few times in the back of one, when she had ran away, but never in the front.

Jody smiled at her and introduced herself. Claire didn’t really know how to act around her during the short drive, but Jody, it turned out, was great at sensing what you needed. So, she just chattered on a bit about her day.

They were almost at Claires home when she asked: “So, how do you like it with Dean and Cas. Are they treating you okay?”

That threw her a bit for a loop, so far no one had asked that in such a serious way, or without Dean and Cas present. She shrugged and admitted: “They’re great. They’ve done so much for me and I could never repay them for that. It’s really nice, having a family. It turns out they are very serious about adopting me and are trying to get through all the paperwork. And that’s, that’s just amazing.”

Jody smiled and said: “Good to hear I don’t have to have a stern talking to with them.”

“Oh, no, please don’t. That’s not necessary.” Claire quickly said.

Jody chuckled and reassured her: “I was kidding.”

“Oh, okay. Good.” Claire responded.

“Did you tell them?” Jody asked, going on with a serious tone, “What they mean to you?”

“Uh, no. Not yet.” Claire confessed.

“Maybe you should do that.” Jody said with a smile, “You don’t have to and they probably already know, but it’s nice to hear.”

Then the car stopped and they were in front of Claires home. Claire thanked her as she got out and said her goodbye. Jody did the same, but before Claire could close the door, she said: “Just think about it, okay?”

Claire didn’t know that Jody was the shoulder Dean cried on and the person he told all his worries to. How he had asked her about parenting tips and what to do and called her asking if he was doing it right. Sending her updates and questions.

But Claire did listen to Jody, so that night she laid in bed and thought about what to do. She had always been a pretty distant person, no matter how much she cared about people, but usually that didn’t matter. Usually the people she was living with wanted as less to do with her as she with them, this was different. Dean and Cas wanted her, they wanted to be her parents.

An idea shot into her head.

Jimmy would always be dad in her mind, but there were more words than that. Father felt too formal, but Pops was good. But she had two dads, so she opened Google and looked. Papa, that was another one. She put her phone away with a smile and a plan.

She was brimming with nervousness the next morning at breakfast. Dean had gotten up as well and was making pancakes, while Cas was still upstairs stumbling tiredly through his morning routine. She was eating and stopped halfway through her stack to take a deep breath. Dean turned and looked at her with a worried expression, but Claire wouldn’t be deterred. She asked: “Hey, Pops, is Papa taking all the pancakes or can I have half for lunch?”

Dean mouth fell open and it seemed like he was broken. For a moment Claire got worried she’d done something wrong, but before she could ask she was wrapped up in two strong arms.

Still wiping the tears out of his eyes, Dean gave her a kiss on her forehead. He whispered: “Thank you.” then after one last squeeze, he smiled and asked: “Pops?”

She gave him a shove and said: “I could’ve picked old man or geezer, so watch it.”

Dean put his hands up in surrender and said: “I’m not complaining.”

Still a bit unsure, she asked Dean: “You’d think Cas will like it?”

“He’ll love it, sweetheart.” Dean told her with a smile.

Then Cas stumbled downstairs and filled his bees mug with tea as he mumbled a sleepy good morning. Claire waited until he was a bit more awake, before she asked: “Hey, uhm, Papa, want to give me a lift to school today?”

Cas let the fork clatter out of his hand and just stared at her for a second. Dean ruffled his hair and said: “It’s polite to reply, angel.”

That snapped Cas out of his state and he fell over himself to tell that of course she could get a lift and did he mention he loved her?

Claire smiled at them a warm sense of comfort wrapping around her as she watched the two, who had taken her in smile at her and each other in the soft light of the morning. She smiled even more when she got all the pancakes and Cas a sandwich to take to school.

When she walked into English that day Mary and Rey noticed her good mood and ever curious Rey asked: “What are you smiling for so early in the morning?”

Claire plopped down in her seat and replied: “I called my foster parents, my parents this morning for the first time.”

That got their attention instantly and Mary said: “Congratulations!!” then she said: “I didn’t know you were in the system.”

“Yeah, oh and congrats, of course.” Rey added.

Claire shrugged and said: “It’s not really something I advertise, but it’s really cool. It’s my dads cousin, the foster home found him and contacted him. I fit really well, they’re planning on adopting me when they can.”

“Wow, that is so cool!” Rey said excitedly.

“Yeah, I’m so happy for you.” Mary added, “Makes our news a little less exciting.”

“Oh, what was it?” Claire asked.

Mary and Rey looked at each other, then Rey blurted out: “Dean announced yesterday he was going to start uploading again!”

Claire had already known that, Dean had been busy the past two weeks with filming a few videos in advance, so that they would be ready, but it had slipped her mind that it would be today. She smiled at her friends and said: “That’s great.” and then because she couldn’t help herself: “I have to admit you two got me hooked, I’m excited to see what he does next.”

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honey, you should see me in a crown [ modern royalty AU ]

CHAPTER 1 || ao3 link

Lucas Lallemant, crown prince and heir to the throne, never needed someone to protect him. He never needed someone to protect him until the day he nearly got stabbed by an assassin.

Now he has to deal with an annoying bodyguard named Eliott Demaury who is, to the chagrin of Lucas, fucking handsome too.

As if his life isn't difficult enough already.

TW: death

Newsflash: Prince Lucas attacked at the opening of the new museum FOR royal history

Prince Lucas Lallemant, the youngest son of the Queen and the King, was involved into an attack from a yet unknown person at the opening of the new museum for Royal History. A man around 40 pushed through the crowd and the guards and nearly stabbed the young prince with a long knife, the guards shielding the prince before worse thing happened. The police is still investigating and—

Lucas sighed deeply, throwing the newspaper away from him and leaning back onto the couch, his gaze wandering to the ceiling.

“This sounds like I already died”, murmured Lucas to himself, laying an arm over his eyes and enjoying the few peaceful moments before he had to face his parents.

The attack laid back two days now and Lucas never had seen this many guards around him. His parents thought that an assassin was going to kill him any minute and although Lucas was fucking afraid when he saw that guy coming up to him, the sunlight reflecting on the sharp blade, he could very well protect himself. And although he knew nothing of fighting, he could use a fucking dagger.

He had been learning all of this his whole life and he didn’t see that attack coming nevertheless. Well, something like this never happened before though. And something like this should have never happened to him in the first place.

Because he was never born to be the heir of the throne.

Lucas sat up and looked around his room, the feeling of being captured in this castle being very present these last days where his parents and their guards had been occupying him literally 24/7.

And despite all of that, Lucas really enjoyed it to be a prince.

He really did.

He loved the balls, the magnificence of his room and the opulence of his life in general.

But sometimes, everything he wanted was to be a normal boy with a normal life and normal friends, going back to the days where he wasn’t destined to be the next king. Going back to the days, where there was much more laughter and happiness in the castle.

But at least something remained from these better days.

He got to know Yann, Arthur and Basile at the public high school he attended for two years till his parents insisted on home-schooling him in the castle. He lost contact to nearly all of his former friends, them also being kind of afraid to be friends with the prince of their land. But Yann, Arthur and Basile stayed.

And Lucas snuck out of the castle as often as he could to meet them.

“Your Highness?”

Lucas turned around. He didn’t even hear the door and yet, a guard was standing in the door. He never had a friend in this castle although he tried really hard to have some kind of connection with the male guards. But since they knew that Lucas was gay, they retreated in themselves, only having a business affair with Lucas.

Yeah, because I will jump at every male human being now.

“Your parents are now ready to see you.”

“Finally”, murmured Lucas and ran a hand through his messy hair. His mum always told him to keep his hair short but he liked the way it curled at the end, sticking out to several sides of his head. When he had to wear some kind of a suit the whole time instead of his comfy joggers and an oversize sweatshirt, he could at least wear his hair the way he wanted to.

The guards were leading him down the hallway towards the throne room where his parents waited for him. As if he wouldn’t know the way by heart now. His steps were muffled through the ruby red carpet under his feet and Lucas’ thoughts traveled from one to another. He tried not to think of the shocked expression and the silent scream on his mum’s face as the man approached Lucas, ready to kill him. He tried not to think of it because it would bring other pictures back which Lucas had been fighting for the last 48 hours. The hallways were packed with guards, everyone watching Lucas’ every step and to be honest, he felt more and more captured in this palace then being at home here.

“Mummy, please!”

But suddenly, a smile was spreading on Lucas’ face.

I nearly forgot.

“No, Cecille. He’ll be here soon and then you can—”

“Who’ll be here soon?”

“LULU!”

Lucas laughed and kneeled down as he’d entered the throne room. A little girl in a pinkish dress ran towards him, her blonde curls flying around her head as she flung himself into Lucas’ arms and Lucas stood up in the same moment, swirling her around in the air.

“Hey, my little princess”, said Lucas with a laugh and sat his little sister on his hip, the small girl throwing her tiny arms around him.

“I’ve missed you so much!”

“And I’ve missed you, Cece”, said Lucas which was the absolutely truth. His sister had been on a summer camp, their mum wanting to have some kind of “normal” life for Cece, if this was even possible. Lucas had missed her and to the same time, he was happy that his little sister weren’t present on the day he was nearly murdered.

“Mummy told me you were nearly killed.”

“Cecille!”

Lucas gazed towards his mum who tried to hide her emotions as a good queen always did. He smiled reassuring at her and kissed Cece on the nose after this.

“Well, but I’m still here. Who’s gonna have tea parties with you if I weren’t here anymore?”

Cece laughed and laid her head on Lucas’ shoulder.

“I’m glad you’re still here”, she whispered and a warm and soft smile broke out on Lucas’ lips.

“And so am I.”

“Lucas.”

Lucas looked up as a strong and firm voice addressed him, his dad raising his eyebrows at him. Lucas took a deep breath and set Cece down, his back straightening automatically as he walked towards his father, the king. Lucas loved his parents, although they were really strict sometimes, his father especially. But who would think any other way of the king? His dad was seated in his throne, his mum sitting next to him while Cece sat down on the stairs in front of them, playing silently with her puppets. Lucas made a tiny bow in front of his parents.

“You wanted to see me, father?”

“Yes. And you know exactly why.”

“I suppose”, murmured Lucas and looked down, his hands sliding in the pockets of his suit trouser. He took place on his little throne next to his father, lounging into it as if he was seated on his couch. Lucas knew everything about the etiquette on the court but sometimes he just wanted to be… Lucas. And although his father always gave him a skeptically look at this behavior, he usually didn’t say anything about it when this behavior happened in private.

“Lucas, you shouldn’t take all of this so lightly”, said his mum now, her voice full of worry and fear. Lucas sighed deeply and leaned his head back on the throne, looking up at the golden ceiling with its thousands of chandeliers.

“I’m guarded by so many people now, mum. I cannot even go out to the garden without someone following me”, said Lucas and sat up, looking at his parents now, “I mean – nothing happened in the end, right?”

“But something could have happened, Lucas.” The voice from his dad was now a bit louder, anger about this whole situation surfacing slowly. Anger directed towards the world and the cruel people in it.

“We still haven’t found this guy who attacked you and your mum and I don’t want to lose another son.”

Silence.

Even Cece stopped to play with her puppets for a moment. Lucas’ gaze wandered to his mum who was on the edge of tears. It was egoistically of him to think that the pain about Clément had faded away already. Because it would never fade away, Lucas was sure about it. There were days where it was okay. And then they were days where Lucas couldn’t take all of this, where he blamed the guy who shot down his older brother for all of his misery, where he screamed at the guards for now reason, where he couldn’t breathe anymore.

“I’m sorry”, murmured Lucas now and took a deep breath. He was standing up, walking over to his mum and took her hands between his while sitting down on the armrest of her throne. His mum was staring at nothing in particular and sometimes Lucas was worried about her mental health.

“Nothing will happen, mum. I promise.”

“You cannot promise anything like this”, said his father now, Lucas being surprised by the weakness in his voice, “And because you cannot promise us this, we made some arrangements to secure your safety.”

“I have thousands of guards around me and—”

“The guards are responsible for you in the palace. But not in your free time or on official events.”

Realization slowly dawned on Lucas.

No way. No fucking way.

“And that’s why you’re getting a personal bodyguard in the next days.”

Lucas jumped up from where he was seated and stared at his father, rage burning in his eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me, father?”

“Mind your language, Lucas!”

“I don’t need a fucking bodyguard. I—I can very well protect myself. I can use a dagger, I can learn how to fight, I—”

“Your new bodyguard will teach you all of this. And this decision is not up for debate, young man. You’ll get a bodyguard and he will keep you safe.” The tone in his father’s voice tolerated no resistance. Lucas was breathing heavily, his fingernails digging into the palm of his hands. The little freedom he had would be gone now too. He would be a prisoner in his own house. He wouldn’t be able to sneak out at night anymore to meet his friends, to meet other people, to be someone else. He wouldn’t—

“This is fucking bullshit.”

His father was now standing up, towering over Lucas and Lucas had to resist the urge to back away.

“You’re thinking so selfishly, Lucas. Think about the throne. Think about your land. You are my only heir now and you are responsible for your actions. One day, you will sit on this throne and you will reign this land. It isn’t about you, Lucas. It’s about the people who need you.”

Lucas bit the inside of his cheek from responding that he couldn’t give a lesser fuck about the throne right now. He felt as if the last bit of air was taken away from him.

“May I retreat into my room?”, asked Lucas with clenched teeth. His father was taking a deep breath now and looked down, slowly sinking back into his seat again as if this whole situation demanded a lot of strength from him.

“You may.”

Lucas swirled around and stomped out of the room.

“It’s only for your best, Lucas”, called his mum after him but Lucas was already out of the room and leaned against the wall in the hallway, breathing heavily and blinking away the tears which were fighting their way into his eyes.

For my best, of course. But has anyone thought about asking me what I think is best for me?

“Lulu?”

Lucas opened his eyes which he had closed to calm down a bit. As he heard the thin voice of his sister, he looked to the right and saw Cece standing there, clutching her puppet to her chest. And suddenly, some of the anger seemed to leave his body as his young sister looked at him with her big blue eyes which were so similar to his own.

“What is it, little princess?”, asked Lucas quietly while kneeling down in front of her, taking one of her tiny hands in his own.

“Mummy and daddy are right, you know?”

Lucas sighed deeply and looked down.

“Who’s gonna have tea parties with me if you are gone too?”

Her voice was so quiet and he could feel how much Cece missed Clément too. Clément, Cee and Lucas had been so close to each other. When Clément was gone, everything changed, especially for Lucas.

His father had been right again; he was selfish, only thinking about him and his freedom. But his freedom, his free space, was the only thing left which separated him a tiny bit from all the duties he had to face.

Lucas pulled his sister into a hug and buried his face into her blonde curls, seeking some comfort in the love he felt for his sister and the love he received from her.

“I love you, Lulu.”

“And I love you”, answered Lucas silently and the ice and anger which had cramped around his heart seemed to melt away slowly but surely.

Lucas parted from his sister after some moments passed and stood up.

“Where are you going now?”

Lucas looked over his shoulder to the big window in the hallway. The sun was slowly setting and there was only one thing he wanted to do now.

“I’m gonna get a bit of distraction now.”

His sister smiled because she knew what Lucas meant by distraction.

He had to use the last few days in relatively freedom and when he closed the door to his room, he immediately grabbed his phone and unlocked it, opening the group chat between his friends and him.

lucallemant: someone up for getting wasted?