#i just realised not once have i ever seen house in a hospital

[solcarow]

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[hacked-by-jake]

Therapist: So, tell me about your friends. What are they like?

MC: Well, you know..

MC: Who have we got here...

MC: Jessy, well, Jessy is very emotional. Not very rational. She likes to run into dangerous and unknown homes after using the satnav of someone else and also likes to check out the houses of murder suspects and almost gets killed by them. Luckily she run fast enough, haha.

MC: Thomas... Well, Thomas is a stupid puppy. Most of the time he forgets he's a brain. He's not really good in using it, tho. He's a true cry baby. He mostly is too dump to realise how serious situations are and that's why he just doesn't care about important instructions. Or, he cares but he's not smart enough to follow them. But he loved his girlfriend a lot, which is a good thing. Oh, and he also likes to visit houses of possible murderer. He once broke into Hannahs apartment where he met Cleo who also broke in there. And together they tried to break into Phil’s bar. But remember, door of steel. Very shameful fail.

Therapist:

Therapist: Okay, you told me the Cleo, what about her?

MC: Cleo. Well, Cleo likes break-ins. During the short time I met her, she broke in twice and tried another one but failed terribly. Together with Thomas, by the way. But there was a door made of steel and that was above her break in skills. She also likes to go for runs in the forest while there is a murder in there as well.

Therapist: *nervously chuckles and cleats her throat* Okay, what about... The name say.. Jack Daniels?

MC: Ohh, Dan. Dan is good at shooting with weapons, he can also see if weapons are real or fake pretty fast. And unlike Cleo, he prefers to break out instead of in. Hospitals are not his thing, you know? Oh, and he loves whiskey... and car drives at night... Together...

Therapist: Okay, let's switch. What about a girl called Lilly?

MC: Ah, Lilly. I used to hate her with everything I have, you know. She accused me of kidnapping and murderer. She really messed up. And she's talented in that. She's also good in video production.

Therapist: Thank God, something normal. What kind of videos does she do?

MC: Well, videos in which she incites people and spreads horrible rumors, as mentioned, I hated her once. That was because she made a video in which she accused me and her half brother of the things I also mentioned. Murder and kidnapping and shit. Oh, and she loves to call the police. If you ever need someone to call the police for you, she's the one you should ask.

Therapist: *sighs*

Therapist: And who is Phil?

MC: Argh, Phil is uninteresting. He’s an ordinary misogynist. Owns a bar. He got arrested once. And I suspect he might have killed the former bar owner. But nothing special.

MC: We also got Richy. Well, he's.. he's a very bad criminal, you know. Like, really bad. It's not his biggest strength. He was the one who actually kidnapped the girl, but he didn’t kill anyone. And he even changed his personality and became an old legend. He was shot once, no twice, but at the same time. Thanks to Richy, I know Dan’s good at shooting. And as teenagers he buried a dead body. That's why he became this old, ridiculous legend. And the body also takes us straight to Hannah.

MC: Hannah. Hannah is the kidnapped girl. Hannah is cute. She once fell in love with her half brother but she did not know he's her half brother so.. But she's to blame for the dead body. She borrowed a car from Richy one night even though she didn’t have a driver’s license. Well and then she unfortunately ran over a girl by car. As I said, no driver's license... Long story short: Richy and Hannah and another girl named Amy, who was also in the car, buried the body. Sometimes Hannah has problems with hallucinations, but it’s gotten better since Richy got caught. She thought she’d seen the man without a face. The old legend. But luckily, it was just Richy with a potato sack over his head.

Therapist: You mentioned the half brother of Hannah and Lilly several times now. Tell me about him.

MC: *giggling* Oh, he's my boyfriend. I love him with everything I have, you know. He's just as uninteresting as Phil. He hates Phil, he's very jealous, so please don't tell him I compared the two. But I can't really talk about him, you know. The FBI is watching me so I can't say much.

Therapist: FBI? Why that?

MC: Well, my boyfriend is a government-wanted hacker. And the FBI tries to catch him since several years. So, like I said, as uninteresting as Phil. But I’m relieved he’s a much better criminal than Richy.

Therapist: *about to scream*

+ bonus

Therapist: Can you wait here for a minute? I need to make a call I forgot, but it won’t take long.

MC: Sure, go ahead.

Therapist, in another room, calling: I urgently need a couple of ambulances and just as many white jackets!

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Hi, could you write something for Wilson x reader with the song "Speak Now"(Taylor's version) by Taylor Swift. The plot would be something like the reader is marrying someone else but House brings along Wilson and its his last chance with the reader.

Write only if you want to. You're an amazing writer🩷

Thank you so much, I fricking loved this request! Hope you think I did it justice!

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Speak Now (Taylor's Version)

James Wilson x reader

description - and the preacher said speak now or forever hold your peace...

word count - 1.7k

warnings - angst, smug men, kind of manipulation on the part of the fiance, Florence Nightingale Syndrome

Masterlist

REQUESTS OPEN - request here

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The happiest day of your life. So why did you want to puke. Gazing through the mirror past your pale white reflection. The tulle suffocated you and the ribbons seemed to grip your skin. Constraints halting your run.

You drag your eyes to meet your own and begin menial tasks. So that some small fix of your hair and makeup could somehow remove the absent look on your face.

This was right. Right? Tom had been great.

You’d met a year ago in the hospital when he had been brought in for House to diagnose. Meaning his road to recovery was anything but smooth. He’d been lost when he’d come in, looking more like a scared little boy than the man he was supposed to be. That meant you found yourself comforting him more than usual. It helped that it was an excuse to be anywhere but the Oncology knowing you couldn’t face a certain man just yet. The pain was too raw.

Any influx of pain would have him gripping your arm and begging you with tear filled eyes to hold him. When he had been close to the end he’d dragged you forward and said that if he must go now, he wanted your face to be the last one he ever saw. In the moment you were too affronted with the beautiful feeling at being needed, to see the clearest example of Florence Nightingale syndrome ever. But once he was cured you still couldn’t bring yourself to leave the room. He needed you, but more than that, he wanted to be near you. And that was addicting.

He had returned a week after being discharged and found you in the corridor discussing a recent patient with Ja--Dr Wilson. He professed his feelings for you and practically begged you to go on a date with him. You could feel the broken gaze from behind raking up and down your form. But you resigned him to the back of your mind, righted yourself, smiled.

“Yes.”

One date turned into another. And eventually it was your 6 month anniversary. You celebrated at your favourite Italian restaurant. When the Tiramisu arrived you took a big spoonful and was ready to bite in until you turned and saw Tom down on one knee, offering you the biggest diamond you had ever seen. It’s actual size overshadowed the rest of the ring. He looked up at you with an expectant grin. Your spoon was still prised at your open mouth. Once he gave you a slight look, you put down the dessert and turned to his full attention. There was a lump in your throat as you tried to come to terms with the scene you had pictured many times, just not like this. Not with him. Your words almost clawed back.

“Yes.”

And now here you were, trust up like a prized calf. Kitted out in jewels and silk, accentuating your apparent purity. Tom’s mother and sisters fretted around you, moving your limbs to their own satisfaction. You looked around for your mother in search of the comfort she brought. But you could not see her. Your heart dropped upon realising she had been blocked from entering your own bridal suite. You had played with Barbie’s as a child. You loved nothing more than dressing them up and doing their hair, imagining the look that adorned their plastic figures could also adorn yours. But now you were the doll. You were the one in the chair with no agency of your own.

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*Wilson’s pov*

All I wanted was to get through this day by myself. But I knew any request for House to leave me alone would fall on deaf ears.

He sat with his feet sprawled over my desk and his cane across his lap. His eyes burned into my skull which had lowered in favour of filling out forms.

“You know what today is?”

A loud sigh indicated my confirmation.

“I sent a gift.” House pushed further.

“As did I.” I huffed out, already done with his line of inquiry.

“Did your note happen to say ‘I’m still in love with you and the greatest mistake I ever made was letting you go’?” I shot my head up to glare at him. “Because mine did but I don’t think that really fits our relationship so how about we swap.”

“House you have five seconds to leave my office or you can start forging your own Vicodin prescriptions.” My movements became erratic in the shuffling of my papers. I pushed away the chair and began to look for an unknown object on my shelves. Unwilling to look at House anymore.

“You know what you are?” He pushed up and his voice rose.

“What?” I spat out.

“A coward.” I laughed incredulously.

“Please do enlighten me,” I sarcastically stated with a sweeping gesture.

“You love that girl, and you’d rather sit here wallowing in the idea that you lost her to that bumped up rich twit than go and fight for her.” He had rounded the corner to confront me face to face.

“I ALREADY LOST HER.” A silence hung in the room. “I lost her well before he came along. There wasn’t anything to fight for her because he already won. He has her heart and he’s welcome to it, cause she sure as hell isn’t gonna trust me with it again.”

I slumped down in my office chair. House approached and placed a single comforting hand on my shoulder.

“It’s not over until someone says I do.”

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The church is much colder now. Or is it just you. The stone walls seem to run away from you into an everlasting ceiling. The eyes of those cast in glass pierce your body like a thousand spears, nailing you to the spot. The stems you grasp in your hands suddenly have thorns and you want more than anything to drop them to save the pain. But you don’t.

Tom gazes at you from the side love plastered on his expression. Every so often as the priest drones on Tom glances back towards the rows of guests and the love on his face is replaced by pride. You furrow your brows at his actions, but he does not notice and still smiles whilst looking directly into your uncomfortable expression.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace” The priest announces in almost hushed silence. Tom sweeps the room with his eyes accusingly. A silence hangs in the air, you barely notice already resigned.

“Always a tense moment.” The priest teases to the two of you with a little giggle.

The church doors are ripped open and you turn in time to see James and House, run into the church, halting when all eyes were fixed on them.

“Has it happened?” James gasps out.

“No, you’re just in time, just take a seat and we’ll carry on.” The preacher brushes all the cues to the true nature of the interruption.

“No, has it happened? Him and her? Is it official?” James hurried to get all his words out concisely.

Tom angled his body to cover yourself from James’ eyes.

“Dr Wilson, Dr House, leave now.” He threatened.

“Or what, short stack!” House shouted from behind James, but he was quickly shushed by James who didn’t want to make the situation any worse.

“This is our day; you had your chance. It’s my turn now.” Tom sneered out.

“Excuse me!” You pushed Tom from where he covered you.

“Just hear me out. Y/n, please.” James voice lowered to a whisper locking the two of you in a moment.

You offer a slight nod, afraid of any larger movement.

“Y/n, I love you. And I know there are better times to tell you this than on your wedding day…to another man. But it’s the truth. The day you walked away broke me. I realised how much I had been taking your presence in my life for granted. Your warmth, your kindness, the sheer amount of love you offer to the world. All this had become such an integral part of my life that I forgot to cherish it and instead accepted it would always be there.”

His voice caught in his throat on a shaky sob. You wipe away a stray tear from your cheek. It has run straight through the amount of makeup plastered on your face.

“If you tell me that he is the love of your life and that he is the person you want to build your future with, then I’ll go. And this will just be a horrible story we bury to the pits of our memory.” You let out a stray giggle at that. “But I don’t think he is.”

“If you’re doing this for security because you want the picket fence life, you don’t need to. And I’m not saying pick me, I mean I really want you to, but that’s not exactly what I’m saying. What I’m saying is be sure.” The silence in the room hung heavy and James’ questioning of his decision came out in how unsure his movements became.

“I am so sorry that I didn’t fight for us.” There was a lump in his throat. “But, if you will let me, I will spend the rest of our lives making up for it.”

Our eyes locked for a minute. Tears glistened on both of our faces. Defeat littered across his features. He turned around prepared for the ultimate shameful walk, cursing himself for his lack of judgment. Of course, you didn’t love him anymore. He broke your heart.

You turned to look at Tom’s smug face. He is shocked when you shove your bouquet into his arms and run down the aisle, your dress bundled in your arms. James turns around just in time to be met with the bear hug you threw onto his frame. Your neck craned to bury your head in his neck. Smiling at the familiar scent washing over you.

Your words were muffled through his suit.

“Thank you.”

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Honestly, you weren’t all that taken aback to see Tangerine standing just outside your house, casually lights the cigarette hanging from his lips; acting as though he wasn’t accumulating a small puddle of blood beneath him that was seeping through your lovely welcome mat. His well tailored clothes were unsalvageable, his skin was tainted with dirt, mucus, injuries of varying sizes and sections of his hair were mattered with his and someone else’s blood. Yet he still looked inexplicably handsome…for a British twat that was.

“Would you kindly mind in getting the fuck off my welcome mat, your getting your blood all over it.” You told him just as you opened the front door to be greeted with the sight of his broad backside. Tangerine looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened when they landed on your frame, “Oh fuck, this was your house? If I had fucking knew that beforehand I would have seen myself elsewhere.” You gave him a tight lipped smile, you and Tangerine didn’t have the best of relationships; you couldn’t pinpoint where it began but it felt like you could never withstand to be within one another’s presence. Needless to say your only common contact was his Thomas the tank engine obsessed brother, Lemon.

“Then why didn’t you?” You questioned, not actually wanting to know how the fuck he had found where you lived if it wasn’t under the pretence of killing you once and for all. His stance seemed to softened as his flicked away his cigarette butt into the open street, breathing out the last traces of smoke from his lungs. “I didn’t have anywhere to go.” Tangerine’s voice was vulnerable as he stared out across the street, unwilling to gauge your reaction for the very same reason you never gauge his when you knew he hit a nerve. You were both so alike in the most minute ways that it was easily missable by both parties involved, resulting in countless misconceptions where as something as simple communication could’ve been the easy clear cut solution.

“I was still high on adrenaline after my mission that when I finally came off the fucker, that’s when my injuries became a problem I couldn’t ignore.” You stayed silent, allowing for Tangerine to continue his story, “I knew I couldn’t go to the hospital and I didn’t want to bother Lemon on his day off that by the time I realised where I was I…found myself looking for you instead.” He finished, looking you at you briefly before looking away once more, still bleeding by the way. To your knowledge Tangerine wasn’t a man of vulnerability but more so one of brutality and profound swearing that would make a sailor blush. So to witness his guard fall before your very eyes was the equivalent to seeing pigs fly, it was against everything you’ve ever known but it was a welcoming shock to your system being able to witness such a sight.

“Say somethin’ then, I feel like a right fucking twat right about now.” Tangerine uttered, his guard coming back up when he realised that he had just allowed himself into being vulnerable within your presence and on your own doorstep too. You blinked back into reality and saw how much paler he had gotten from how he looked at the beginning of all this, all the while coming to the unspoken acknowledgement that you had to act quickly before you were left to drag his unconscious body all by your lonesome. Sighing, you opened the door wider for your unwilling guest, “get in,” you gestured with your head towards the hallway that stared back at you two, “and do it quick before anyone gets the impression that I’m hiding a dead body.” You added as Tangerine smiled at your invitation before wincing when he moved a certain way, causing his wounds to become more aggravated and quickly rushing for the comfort of your home.

All the while you grabbed the now ruined welcome mat and shutting the door behind you though not before giving the streets a quick glance over incase of some unwanted onlookers from perceiving the scene before them however they saw to fit their unreliable narrative. You were well aware of how unliked you were by the elders who lived across the street, you were well aware of how ever since you’ve moved into the neighbourhood they’ve done nothing but try in catching you doing some scandalous act that they could get you convicted for. Every morning they would scowl at you and every evening they could be seen on their front porch, watching your house like old decrepit hawks, hungry for an ounce of flesh to be thrown their way. ‘Desperate cunts’ you’d called them. Though recently they had to be relocated to a care home due to their inability to look after themselves as health complications began to arise.

You soon found Tangerine cooped up within your bathroom, stripped completely of his shirt as he helped himself to the first aid kit you had tucked away in your mirrored cabinet he was now staring himself in as he patched up some of the more significant wounds. You normally wouldn’t be caught dead staring at the one person you seemingly hated as equally as your elderly neighbours. Yet you found yourself immobile at the doorway, admiring the scars from previous jobs he had taken on and the way his muscles would react, tensing and almost flinching away from his own touch as he disinfected a particularly nasty wound upon his hip.

He must’ve caught your reflection because he only halted his movements to stare at you through the mirror, “you know instead of staring how about you either take a picture or lend a hand in patching me up, yeah.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as to hide the fact that you were caught for your blatant starting, “your a grown man Tangerine, you should be able to take care of your own boo boos by now and besides I wasn’t staring, I was critiquing your sloppy job of patching yourself up.” The male only seemed to laugh at your attempt of a cover up as he went back to patching himself with the unreliable aid of your mirror. “Suit yourself, love.” He replied as he reached for the gauze,“suit yourself.”

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Logan Roy would 1000% send his children to be institutionalised if they were more blatant about there mental illnesses.

Like all of the Roy family has sever mental illnesses let’s be real here how can they not growing up like they did.

But I see so many ‘being the youngest Roy sibling’ HC and I keep thinking about being the youngest Roy sibling and showing sever signs of bi polar or depression or schizophrenia *hey hey I have bi polar, depression and had schizoaffective disorder so I can say that shit ain’t fun* so here some Hc? Brain dribble about that.

So it’s under readmore and yeah also I am

Someone who has been in a psych ward many times *dont ask* so I feel qualified to make this.

Like they show signs of it being sever, sever and like they get dealt with, when there like a kid and Logan just punishes them like they are having tantrums. But by like maybe early to mid 20s it becomes very clear when they try to off themselves.

That’s when Logan says ‘fine we’ll deal with this the old fashion way’ and let’s just say the siblings are ya know sitting with the youngest Roy at Logan’s house when the men in white jackets come and basically yank them up and the whole time the others are screaming like ‘the fuck is going on?!’ And the youngest is just screaming for them to let them go and maybe even tries to grab onto Kendall or Roman or shiv while being dragged out.

After logan explains, your just going to a hospital that can better treat you, and help you deal with your mental state better.

Connor fully riots when he hears this happened, storms into Logan’s office with Kendall and Roman behind him trying to ya know stop the fight that’s about to kick off and Connor is fuming like

“You fucking bastard! You already locked my mother up, your once wife! But that’s not enough so you lock your fucking kid up?!” Like this is an anger I don’t think anyone’s ever seen in Connor.

And Connor is the one to visit you every day, he brings you things you may need, or just things he hopes you can decorate your little space in your room with.

Roman brings you like the things you can’t sleep with out at night, like a special stuffed animal or a blanket or pillow. He’s the one who jokes about you being the actual crazy one, and like he gets the need to deflect with dark humor.

Shiv is the one who brings you the clothes you actually would wear, and not the random stuff that Logan had a house keeper pack for you. When she first visits to bring them your in a full on hospital gown because you refuse to wear what Logan gave you.

Kendall is the most awkward when he visits because yeah he went to rehab but like, this is way more lock down and he maybe realises that this could have happened to him if he didn’t ya know get a control on his shit like he tries to.

You meet Tom while still in the ya know hospital and fully tell shiv if she marries him you have a free bed in your room if she needs it.

Logan basically 51-50ed you so like the resentment against him is real, it’s like not good.

You spend like a solid almost 2 years institutionalised. But when you get out, Connor has a welcome home party for you. Everyone comes out, except Logan cause Connor was not about to have that KO fight happen.

You have always been closest to Roman, not really sure why but you two just get each other better and oh the jokes you both make at each other, like makes everyone else so uncomfortable. When eating at the like welcome back dinner he switches your silver wear for plastic and you joke like

“Plastic can still hurt. Wanna see” and like he knows it’s a joke but everyone else gets that like uncomfortable vibe about them

“If I can’t joke about it, I’ll cry about it, so we joke yes? Do you want me to jump off the roof cause-“

Roman casually jokingly makes sure your taking your meds everyday like texts or calls or quips like

“So how’s today? You eat? Take your fucking crazy pills that make you see god or whatever…” like very obvious but very Roman.

I just, I have feelings alright…

[safeplacesnupin]

Snupin Fanfic Year in Review

Hey friends! So I really want to start promoting more amazing Snupin fanfics and I thought this might be a good way to start. I'm going to go through my bookmarks and select one (or two, or three) Snupin fics I read for each month and bookmarked and recc it in this thread :D Sorry if I don't tag every author but if you know their tumblr PLEASE tag them! *disclaimer* I didn't get an AO3 to bookmark until July so the first few months are just ones I had favorited in my browser until I got an AO3 LONG post ahead! A bunch of Snupiny goodness!

🦔 January - Triquetra by Contrarian_Hedgehog 🦔

Summary on AO3: With the war fast approaching, Snape is forced to rely on Lupin and Black in order to secure his place in Voldemort's circle. Can they get past two decades of hostility? After a month of cohabiting, being around each other gets easier yet so much more difficult. Notes: This is actually a Snackin fic! A poly relationship between Remus, Severus, and Sirius. It has such a fantastic 'I don't want to do this but I have to' into a full blown relationship and it comes with such spicy art and scenes. 16 chapters total. Read: Triquetra

⚔️ February - Lily's Boy by SomewheresSword ⚔️

Summary on AO3: Before his third year of Hogwarts has even begun, Harry faces three whole weeks of unsupervised time in Diagon Alley. In that time he takes a trip to Gringotts - and that changes everything.

Burdened with the knowledge that Dumbledore has been blocking his family magic, and manipulating far more than he ever thought possible, Harry doesn't know who he can trust; but he knows he can't keep going that way. There's a whole world of lore and politics and history to catch up on, and the more he learns, the more Harry realises his true place in the world, and how much is being kept hidden from him. All the while, Dumbledore's twinkling eyes are constantly watching, and Harry can't let on how much he knows.

With help from unexpected places, Harry starts on a journey to end the war, and reshape the wizarding world. With how much he looks like James Potter, people have forgotten one important thing about him - he is Lily Evans' son, and she was one hell of a witch.

Notes: Buckle up for a long, fantastic fic my friends! Lily's Boy is 109 chapters! This focuses a lot on Harry as I'm sure you could guess (Drarry specifically), but Snupin is a huge focal point in this fic and I would not call it background. It's brilliant worldbuilding earn it this February spot!

Read: Lily's Boy

🧁 March - Have Your Cake and Eat It by Cunegonde 🧁

Summary on AO3: Lying in hospital after the Battle of Hogwarts, Remus Lupin has a lovely lucid dream that he's gone back to his school days at Hogwarts. Only the day passes, then another, and another, and soon he must face the terrifying possibility that it isn't a dream — that he has irreparably altered the events of the past.

Please be advised, this one contains Adult Themes. Just, not so much in the fun flirty way, more in the midlife existential crisis way.

Notes: Primarily following Remus around as he gets transported back in time to his school days?! And how he falls for our lovely Severus Snape while trying not to mess up reality. YOU WILL CRY. Bittersweet ending warning on this one but so worth the read. 33 chapters

Read: Have Your Cake and Eat It

🦡 April - For Once Seen by diandrastrikesback 🦡

Summary on AO3: “Get the shutters,” he said stiffly. 

“Want to see you,” Lupin whispered into his hair. 

Snape’s panic rose. He fumbled with his words as his heart beat up his throat. “No. Erm…oily hair…you know, bad skin,” he stammered quietly. 

Notes: A short drabble and first ever time something of mine inspired anything. ToT <3 Set in the summer, Remus sneaks over to Sev's house to have some fun. Sev isn't confident in his appearance though.

Read: For Once Seen

🐍 May - The Heir to the House of Prince by A_LoveUnlaced and elphi13 🐍

Summary on AO3: Summer of 4th year and Harry's all alone, dealing with his grief and the sudden revelation that James Potter is not his father. Support comes in a strange form. The form of Theo Nott, son of a death Eater. A strange friend who says he'll help him find his true father, whoever this Lord Prince might be.

Notes: Back to the long fics; 87 chapters AND this is a part of a currently ongoing series. Sev is actually Harry's father and wow is that a shock to Harry! This fic features Snupin and a Theo/Harry pairing and does a brilliant job focusing on both. Extremely compelling read. Severitius.

Read: The Heir to the House of Prince

🩺 June - Not Quite What the Doctor Ordered by Arionrhod and McKay 🩺

Summary on AO3: Severus Snape is a brilliant diagnostician, but it turns out that Remus Lupin is a very difficult case, in more ways than one.

Notes: I'm not usually one for super AU fics but this one takes the cake. Severus is charactarized fantastically and the story is so very good! This is completely non-magic and the relationship between these two is just chefs kiss! 4 chapters.

Read: Not Quite What the Doctor Ordered

🥇 July - With Every Step I Rise and Fall by @miffmiff 🥇

Summary on AO3: After the war, Remus thinks that all hope is lost of ever reconnecting with Severus. He may be in for a surprise though.

Notes: So I have this secret extra ranking I call 'The Golden Shelf.' It's the best of the best, and while many of these fics in this list hold that rank, THIS is the fic that inspired me to make that ranking at all. The very first fic on my golden shelf! This takes a look at how Severus and Remus grapple with the past and embrace each other. Charactarization feels real and so spot on. 1 chapter.

Read: With Every Step I Rise and Fall

Honorable Mention for another fic I read in July: Because He Really Knows Me by flyfreewithme776 is an AU fic where Remus is a cute barista and Severus is pining even if he keeps making his drinks wrong!

🎁 August - The Great Hogwarts Christmas Gift Exchange Debacle of 1996 by Snegurochka 🎁

Summary on AO3: Ron wants Luna, but Luna wants Ginny, and Ginny wants Harry, and Harry wants Hermione, but Hermione wants Lupin, and Lupin wants… Snape? Oh, what tangled webs we weave, when Dumbledore sets up a little seasonal fun for a group of hormonal teenagers spending their Christmas at Grimmauld Place – with two angsty thirty-somethings who have quite enough of their own problems to be getting on with.

Notes: This was a very long 1 chapter fic that was such a delight to read! The summary doesn't do it justice and I'm not sure that my little notes can either, but please give this a shot! In August like me, or right now; perfect for the holidays! Hilarious misunderstandings and a wonderful ending await you.

Read: The Great Hogwarts Christmas Gift Exchange Debacle of 1996

Honorable mentions for a few other fics I read in August:

Batten Down the Hatches by @diandrastrikesbackk is a heartbreaking, fantastic little fic that pays homage to many other Snupin fics. A look at the life of the Snupin fandom as seen by the duo themselves <3

Drifting Satellite by the_throwaway_account is a slight AU with an angsty Remus trying to cope with his lycanthropy with no supportive family or friends. Enter: Sev

🛶 September - I Lie In Your Charms by KALA @kalainthecanoe 🛶

Summary on AO3: When Severus Snape banked on being dead at the end of a war, it was as much of a shock as a burden to find out he was very much alive. He'd rather welcome oblivion and be known as a hero, than watch himself become a listless ghost of his former self. He never expected his Life After Death would contain much but living an isolated, quiet, life. Instead he somehow ended up returning to Hogwarts to teach, becoming involved in student affairs he'd rather stay far removed from, and most importantly, having copious amounts of sex with his old childhood enemy- Remus Lupin.

Recovery is a fickle and long road, and he certainly didn't expect his would involve accepting Remus as part of it.

Notes: KALA is an incredible writer in every fic they craft, but this is one of my favorites. As the summary suggests, spice fest! But this is no plotless hotness by any means. Who doesn't love using sex as a distraction from trauma? Wonderfully written 12 chapters.

Read: I Lie In Your Charms

🎂 October - October 1984 by @bluesundaycake 🎂

Summary on AO3: Severus knows something is wrong at Hogwarts, but he can't quite figure out what.

A story built from the daily prompts for Snapetober 2022. Accidentally snupin.

Notes: So I loved this one so much I had to draw art for it. Seriously I can't say enough good things about this fic! Snape has an adorable crow friend and has to figure out what the heck is going on at Hogwarts while also pining for Remus. Rumored by BlueSundayCake to be a part of a series! :o 32 chapters.

Read: October 1984

Honorable Mentions for fics I read in October:

A Door Left Ajar by Hera_Invictus takes a great look at Sev and Rem's past when Remus comes to Hogwarts to teach during POA. I don't know if they invented the word sexpilogue but uh, yeah...

Fuel the Pyre of Your Enemies by DivinityInMotion took the 'paired for school project' hook and sunk me in a fantastic story with slow burn Snupin.

🐺 November - Artemisia Absinthium: The Wolf and the Moth by Gertrude_Crow @princeandcrow 🐺

Summary on AO3: When Severus Snape uncovered Peter Pettigrew as a traitor before Voldemort attacked the Potters, it changed the course of many lives - his own included.

Relationships are forged and broken, as those that survived the war now have to learn to live, find new paths, and build new futures. And though their leader is gone, not all of the Death Eaters are willing to accept defeat.

Notes: Part 2 of Gertrude_Crow's Artemisia Absinthium series; READ THEM ALL! This is an AU during the first wizarding war focusing on Snupin with intriguing other relationships. Drama, intrigue, and a few dark spots make this series an incredible read. Part 2 is my favorite, coming in at 30 chapters.

Read: Artemisia Absinthium Series

💰 December - The Inheritance by Shadowycat 💰

Summary on AO3: Things hadn’t gone well for Remus Lupin since the end of the war, so he didn’t think he could afford to pass up an unexpected inheritance from someone he’d never met. Of course it turned out there were a few strings attached, including having to share his surprise windfall with Severus Snape. Not that Snape was particularly happy about that...

Notes: It's a 'we have to live together and go on a treasure hunt and now we love each other' fic! Not going to lie, the writing reminds me of a modern day Jane Austin and the story line is so compelling. A little mystery and some great reading! 24 chapters.

Read: The Inheritance

Horoable Mention for another fic I read in December:

Ne'er-Blue-Well by @diandrastrikesbackck was written for a prompt I gave, but it took my usually serious, not a fan of comedy self and had me laughing out loud with a truely genius string of puns said by Severus Snape himself after a potion accident.

WHEW! Hope you find a new fic to enjoy! This was just whenever I read the fic, but did you have any you read this year that should be on next years list? -or- are you a writer working on one?! Leave them in the comments please! Here's to many more in the new year!

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Samurai’s Head

Hahaha I don’t have ideas for title of this fanfics and I hope you enjoy it.

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Female Reader

Warning: None, mention about mental health problem and depression

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Faint buzzing of your phone awaken you from your own thoughts. You were wondering who calls at this hour of day and as you settle down, finding that sweet sitting spot before you drove away from the hospital parking lot, you picked up your phone and was surprised seeing the caller id. “Hello Ms. Howard, how may I help you” you said. You hear the familiar semi disappointed sigh and you chuckled knowingly, assuming what her response would be. “ Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Barbara? We’ve known each other for a few years now, we had discussed many things, we had gossiped behind Melissa’s back…” You laughed, listening patiently to her rambling “Oh ohh I know what you did, why do I fall for this all the time, you just like listening to me talking about all of the reasons that you should call me Barbara..” You immediately cut her on the track, “ Hahaha you’re rambling again, I’m sorry Barb, I like teasing you. It’s been a while since we last had our sipping tea session. What can I help you with” you then proceed to connect your phone to your car bluetooth as you were ready to start driving “Well, the thing is Melissa is having a hard time these days and I couldn’t convince her to go home. I know only you could counter that stubborn head of her and bring her home.” Barbara said in a concern tone. Ever since you’ve known and dated Melissa, Barbara have been there. She’s been her best friend, being in the education field together for years, she’s practically Melissa’s family. In fact, Barbara was the first colleague, well technically the only colleague she introduced you to. And you know if Barbara couldn’t convince your girlfriend it means serious business. “Thank you for calling me Barb, my shift just ended, I’ll pick her up on my way home.” “Well good then, ohh and just a heads up, a samurai’s head was decapitated today on the hands of that girlfriend of yours.” You said goodbye and keeping in mind the last sentence from her.

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Driving in silence with your favourite songs playing in the background, you hummed quietly trying to calm your nerves, you realised how you’ve been unconsciously gritting your teeth and releasing your jaw feels so comforting at the sight of the school. For some unknown reasons you are a bit anxious and deep down you know why. After years of being together, you know how stubborn Melissa is and how she would always like to be the strong one and you just hope what you have prepared would loosen her a bit. You parked in front of the entrance and was thankful when you caught the sight of Mr Johnson. “I know, I know, you don’t have to say a word. You’re lucky I was still around or you wouldn’t be able to get inside.” You smiled wide at him. “Aww, Mr Johnson, I am forever indebted to your favour.” You replied. You thanked Mr Johnson and immediately went inside to find your girlfriend.

“Knocked, knocked.” You said as you lean on the doorframe to Melissa’s classroom. You noticed how she jumped a bit, clearly she was distracted with her thoughts . “Y/N, what are you doing here.” She said with a soft smile on her face with of course a bit of suspicion. “I want to surprise my girlfriend who I have not seen in a week.” You replied as you walked in. Melissa gave you that knowing stares “Well, I know your schedule, your shift just ended and you would usually surprise me at my house and also how do you know I’m here? The last I checked in on you was hours ago, and you seems a bit prepared like you know I’m here and I know you, you would called a couple time if you don’t find me at home in this hour.” In your head, you are mind blown, you are once again impressed at her. “Hahaha, honey I know I can’t keep anything from you. Barbara called and told me you were here and you refused to go home and she also said a samurai was killed today.” She smirked knowing the power she had with her deductions skill and you noticed she was serious again. “Barbara, you mean Ms Howard? How does she knows your number and you called each other now?” You can’t help but laugh. “Unknown to me, someone here trust me enough to put me as their emergency contact which I am touched, and I guess at one point she blurted it out to Barbara and gave her my number. Safe to say we are iMessage buddies now.” You can see her face soften at the information and you caught a hint of blush on her cheek. You closed your distance and pulled her in a tight hug. “I missed you baby” you said and you felt she melted in your embrace. Both of you stayed in each other arms for a while, both needing the contact and she pulled away to give you a kiss. Melissa rest her forehead on yours and you can’t help but smile. “I am here to bring you home and before you argue, I came with weapons to seduce you to agree with me.” You revealed your large tote bag to her, which gain you a chuckle from Melissa. “Here is a bouquet of roses for my sweet girlfriend and don’t be impressed yet, I also bought you this.” As you hand her the flowers, you brought out a bottle of pinot grigio and a small glass. She laughed at the sight of the wine bottle, “Wow, this is why I love you. You bought me a whole bottle.” You were proud of yourself, and you earned yourself another kiss from her. “And of course the wine is not complete without Angelo’s margherita pizza your favourite but if you want it you have to come home with me.” You know your offer was too hard to resist, Melissa nodded, pack her stuff and you walked to your car eagerly with your hand intertwined.

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The ride to her house was filled with laughter, Melissa’s hand not leaving your thigh, her other hand holding the glass you brought along as she sipped her wine leisurely. You purposefully took the long way home because you know she loves night drives like you do, you shared all the things that happened to you in the hospital, how tough it is being an intern, she fed you pizza, you kissed her hand, it was amazing you almost wish you could drive on and on till dawn but you know she needed the comfort of her bed. Upon arriving to her house, you stopped her before she went out and open the car door for her. You picked up her things, helped her with her house keys and motion her in to sit on her well known plastic covered couch. “You just sit here, relax, let me take off your shoe and wait still while I fill your bathtub. I brought my special calming lavender blend that you love so you can soaked those stress away.” You squeeze her hand and as you were about to get up, she pulled you back to her. “No hon, I don’t think I want a soak today, l’ll have a quick hot shower and get to bed. I’m so so tired I just want to sleep.” You smiled softly at her, gave her a quick peck and took her upstairs to her room. Everything is familiar in her house, you moved swiftly finding her nightgown and you know she was exhausted when she just let you do your things. “Take a shower with me, I don’t want to be alone.” You nodded.

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You lie silently in her bed with Melissa’s head resting on your chest. You can sense from her breathing, her controlled fingers running on your arms that she’s still tense. “I know you always want to be the strong one but you don’t have to with me. Let me be strong for you too. You can let go, you can curse, I would even let you bite me hahaha” Melissa looked up from your chest, “I know that, but you’re having a hard time yourself, you’re an intern with hours and hours of shift and I do not want to burden your mind with my problems.” You looked deep into her eyes, you can feel the tears coming but you have to hold it in. Despite the hard shell exterior, Melissa is a softie through and through. Ever since you confessed about your depression, you noticed how she would belittle her own problem, saying it’s nothing because she seen you at your worst moment and you felt bad for that. “Melissa my love, I am strong you know, am I not your girlfriend? I learn from the best and please don’t say that it’s nothing just because of me. All of us have our struggles and I want to help you with yours and I’m sorry..” You realised you couldn’t continue because you know you would cry so you just embraced her. Both of you stay in that comfortable silence, “I’m here for you, always Melissa, it’s okay to be vulnerable with me.” “I know, I underestimate your strength and thank you honey.” You felt how slowly her hard tense body melts in your arms and you were relieved by it. You decided to shower her with kisses, starting with her forehead, going down to the tip of her nose, the corner of her lips purposefully teasing her then you went down and gave a kiss on the junction in between her neck and shoulder and finally giving in and gave her the awaited kiss on the lips. Both of you settle in, with you being the big spoon, (most of the time it was her) with your lips resting on her head and you smile to yourself at the familiarity of the dance of her fingers on your tummy, a habit of her when she was about to fall asleep. “You know, I’m still not over about this thing you and Barbara have. I’m pretty sure you girls talk a lot of dirt about me behind my back now that you are iMessage buddies.” You laughed wholeheartedly at her statement and was content with that moment because you know she was okay.

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Problems With The Heart

Greg House x Dr Anna Harding (OFC)

Story Masterlist

Chapter 24 - Rehab

‘How are you doing?’ Wilson sat down opposite Anna in her office a little while after they dropped House off.

‘I’m fine.’ She smiled but it never reached her eyes.

‘He’s going to be fine.’ Wilson reassured her, but it didn’t really work. ‘His doctor called me, he’s stopped dry heaving, no more hallucinations, he’s getting better.’

‘That’s good.’ She said, but she still worked.

‘Happy birthday.’ Wilson smiled, she stopped working, stilling. Wilson stood up and left her office, knowing she’d be okay in the end and so would House.

House finally gave in and started to talk to Dr Nolan, Anna didn’t come up at all, but he was thinking about her constantly. When he kissed Lydia he felt the guilt overwhelm him once again.

‘Who are you not talking about?’ He asked one day, out of the blue. It had been a long time talking about all sorts of things, deflecting, rationalising and defending himself, he was tired.

‘Anna.’ He said, leaning on his knees, sighing deeply.

‘Tell me about her.’ Dr Nolan said, simply. ‘What does she do?’

‘Her birthday was a week ago,’ he said more to the ground than him. ‘I thought about taking her somewhere for the weekend to celebrate.’

‘Sounds nice.’ He nodded. ‘You wanna call her?’

‘Really?’ House looked up at him.

‘Sure. It’s clear you care about her, I’m sure she’d like to hear from you.’

‘Thank you.’ House nodded.

‘Does she work at the hospital?’

He breathed deeply, turning his head to look out of the window. ‘She’s a cardiologist, best I’ve ever known. She used to be a military doctor for the British. She did three tours in Afghanistan before being discharged.’

‘She must’ve have seen a lot of terrible things.’

‘She was shot.’ He could just about hear her having an episode, clutching at her shoulder. ‘She has episodes, some are pretty bad, others are just stressful.’

‘Is she seeing a therapist? Going to a group?’

‘I don’t think so. She went to a sleep clinic, I think it helped a little.’

‘Did you tell her how you felt about her?’

House nodded. ‘Several times.’

‘And she didn’t feel the same way?’

‘She told me she was in love with me,’ he continued to stare out of the window. ‘But when I told her I wanted to have more than casual sex and nights at a bar… I think she was right, we wouldn’t be good for each other.’

Dr Nolan was quiet for a while. ‘Maybe you could be. If you leave here a new man, maybe you could be what she needs.’

House shook his head again. ‘We always said we weren’t warm, fuzzy people, but…’ he didn’t know what the end of the sentence was. ‘I taught her to play the piano, I bought her one for Christmas so she could practice.’

‘You bought her a piano?’

House nodded.

‘Sounds like you two were pretty serious for a while.’

‘No.’ House went back to looking at the floor. ‘I kissed someone else, hallucinated about sleeping with her.’ He felt the shame coursing through him. ‘Anna deserves better than that.’

‘You’re letting your own feelings of inadequacy cloud your judgement.’ Dr Nolan insisted. ‘She told you she loved you, maybe all she needs is you. This “more” you keeping asking for, are you sure you’re asking for more from her, or are you asking for more from yourself?’

House, in part thought it was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard, in part, thought he was probably right. Anna needed him to be better.

House got his phone call, but he didn’t know what to say. Dr Nolan just watched him pick up the phone, but he took a while to dial.

‘Hello?’

House thought his chest might have caved in. He leaned back against the wall and breathed a laugh.

‘Anna.’ He said, smiling.

‘Greg?’ She sounded like she was just getting home. ‘Oh my god, are you okay?’

‘Yeah,’ he realised he was crying. ‘Yeah, I’m good. I’m good. I just called to say Happy Birthday.’

‘Bit late for that.’ She chuckled. ‘It was last week.’

‘I know.’ He sat down on the floor and held the phone as if it was Anna herself. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t call.’ He listened to Dr Nolan going back into his office to give him some privacy. ‘Have you got some time to talk?’

‘Yeah, I’ve got time.’

They talked for a full hour, he listened to her tell him about her work, she played a new piece she’d learned on the piano, they laughed when she got a note wrong, but neither of them minded.

‘Are you painting? Rock climbing?’ He asked as they were about to say goodbye.

Anna seemed a little awkward. ‘No, I… I haven’t had the time really.’ She cleared her throat. ‘I finished the painting of you, I don’t know if I’m happy with it, but it was the last one I did.’

‘I bet it’s perfect.’ He smiled. ‘I should go, leave you to your evening.’

‘Greg.’ She stopped him. ‘I… I’ll see you when you’re back.’

House waited a moment before listening to her hang up.

‘I love you.’ He whispered to himself.

Dr Nolan had seen fit to apply to give his medical licence back and the last session with him was a difficult one.

‘Will you be seeing Anna again?’ He asked.

‘Yeah, eventually.’ House nodded, he knew he was smiling a little.

‘I’m sure she’ll be very proud of you.’

House finally managed to leave Mayfield. He’d arranged with Wilson to stay with him for a while until he could function on his own and figure things out. He went to the hospital to quit his job and Cuddy had taken it surprisingly well.

On his way out, he went toward the elevator to go and see Anna, but he didn’t need to go that far. The doors to the elevator opened and there she was, head in a file and glasses perched on her nose, those were new, but she looked good. She didn’t even see him standing in front of her and wandered past him towards the clinic.

‘Anna.’ He could have said it louder, but she heard him anyway and turned back. Her blue eyes widened and she scanned him quickly.

‘Greg.’ She breathed, removing her glasses, embarrassed. ‘What are you doing here? Why didn’t you say you were getting out?’

‘I wanted to surprise you.’ He shrugged.

‘Oh my god, you look great.’ She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and House couldn’t help but hold her against his body. ‘I’ve missed you.’

‘I missed you too.’ He said close to her ear, he couldn’t believe he could feel her again, he could hold her and smell her again. ‘You’re beautiful.’ He said and felt her chest skip a breath.

Anna pulled back, smiling. ‘I’m so glad you’re back.’

‘Me too.’

‘I have to get to the clinic, but if you wanted, we could get dinner tonight?’

‘I’d like that.’ House nodded and soon watched her turn away and head to the clinic. He was happy.

Dinner was nice, Anna was a little late, but he didn’t mind, she was a little stressed, talking about work and all the little things that had happened while he was gone. Anna had to work early the next day, he offered to take her home and for the next couple of weeks, they hung out. Just as friends. She’d come over to Wilson’s and he’d cook her whatever she wanted.

House had gone back to Dr Nolan a few times and told him about Anna and how his leg had started hurting again. He was worried he wouldn’t be happy.

Anna was offered his old job, but she refused straight away saying no one wanted to work under her, they wanted him and surprise, surprise, Foreman had asked for the job. Cuddy gave him a chance, but House was the one to solve the case online. Anna was impressed, but he wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or not.

‘So, are you going to show me the new song you learned?’ He asked, one night at hers.

‘Okay.’ She said, gently biting her lip and heading over to the piano.

She seemed a little nervous and he soon learned why. It was a complex piece, but she was actually pretty good.

‘It’s good.’ He nodded. ‘A little slow, but it’s good.’

‘Thank you.’ She smiled.

House took a seat next to her and began playing a piece he’d composed himself. She leaned on his shoulder while he played and he’d never felt more settled.

‘Anna,’ he whispered, she’d almost fallen asleep. ‘You wanna sleep?’

‘Mmm.’ She hummed. ‘Stay.’ She breathed.

He thought about it and decided he wanted to go about this properly. ‘I’ll put you to bed, but I think I should leave afterwards.’

‘Why?’ She lifted her head and her heavy eyes found his. They were dark and her slight smile had him weakening as he always did around her.

‘I don’t remember.’ He said, he leaned forward a little and placed the softest kiss to her lips. She was soft and warm and all the things he remembered he loved about her.

He took her to bed and decided to stay with her that night, she was exhausted and he missed the feel of her body against his. She slept soundly all the way through til morning.

They went to dinner a few more times, hung out, but it was never more than a kiss goodnight at the end of it, he wanted to start again with her and treat her the way she deserved to be treated.

Wilson was glad to hear that House and Anna were getting along, she was happy, he seemed like he was recovering the way he should’ve done. It was going well until House started provoking his neighbour.

Anna had mixed feelings about the foreign president being treated at the hospital, Foreman wanted her to consult when his heart started becoming a problem, but she sent down other doctors to consult.

It was odd to see friction forming between Foreman and Anna, he seemed to be under the impression that Anna would allow him special privileges that even House didn’t get when he was in charge of the department.

‘Look, just call the nurse’s station like everyone else.’ She said, leaving Foreman standing in the hallway after what appeared to be a heated debate.

‘What was that about?’ Wilson asked.

‘I just asked her shuffle some things around to get my patient in for an echo in the next hour,’ Foreman explained. ‘Next thing I know she came down and started overreacting. I don’t get it.’

Wilson just chuckled to himself. ‘You should ask about the time House asked for special privileges, this was timid in comparison and they were sleeping together at the time.’

‘What do you mean? I thought diagnostics took priority.’

‘You can’t be that naïve,’ Wilson told him. ‘Like every other department head, Anna won’t be bullied or ordered around. She’s reasonable and can be negotiated with, but you’ve just thrown out every chance you had of coming close to a reasonable line of communication.’

Foreman sighed. ‘How do I fix it?’

‘Well, you’re lucky you have someone on your team who might be able to get you a lifeline.’ Wilson went to walk away, as he did, he caught House watching them both, smiling. Wilson rolled his eyes and went back to his office.

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Whispers of Betrayal - female!readerxDracoFF

Originally published on Wattpad - Whispers of Betrayal by Alaskas_ice (me)

2 - 'Secrets of the Sleepers'

The next day was much less busy than the day before. There were visitors, but not as many as the day before. Just a few more flowers and cards to add to those already there.

The twins went to see her again, just to make sure she was all right and maybe even to see if she was awake, but she was still in a deep sleep. Madame Pomfrey told them that this might be the case for a few more days, but assured them once again that she would be all right. Although they still seemed worried, they had to accept that this was the situation and that all they could do was wait.

The pale blonde girl even visited her twice that day and sat with her for several hours, talking about her day and everything she seemed to have missed that day. She seemed almost certain that the sleeping girl could hear and understand every word she said. But even if she didn't, the pale girl was happy to retell her stories when she was awake and ready to listen.

The trio were nowhere to be seen that day, not that the girl would notice their absence.

All in all, this day was less spectacular than the day before.

But as soon as the sun disappeared from the sky and day turned to night, the blond boy returned to visit her. He was clearly conflicted about his decision to return to see her, but he seemed more at ease than the day before. He even sat down by her bed to take a closer look at her and her rather sickly appearance. His face was once again filled with guilt, indifferent from the many times he had looked proud and arrogant.

"I could kill her," he said with a look of disgust. "I can't believe she thinks she's the one to make my decisions. Or decide what's apparently best for me" he spat.

He went on to tell her what had happened the night she was found. As he left the scene, he knew where he was going. He went straight to their common room, since he knew exactly who it was. He didn't say how he knew, though. When he entered the common room, he saw her just around the corner, talking to friends and smiling brightly, as if proud of what she had done. She spotted him as he walked straight towards her in an angry manner. The smile on her face slowly faded as she realised his anger, which he was showing very clearly.

"Who do you think you are, Parkinson? First you bother me all the time and now you think you can decide to act in my name. Have you completely lost your mind?" he shouted as he held his wand to her neck, causing her eyes to fill with fear.

"I... I did this for you, Draco! I know she was bothering you. She is a disgrace to our house," she said quietly in a whiny voice.

"You are a disgrace to our house. You are filthy and have no personality. I can't believe you're naive enough to think I ever liked you one bit," he spat, lowering his wand as he finished.

"Don't sleep too well tonight, Parkinson. And if you ever think of acting in my name, I'll see to it that your family will soon have no future at all. Don't forget who I am and who my father is," he said in a provocative tone, leaving her in the common room as he made his way to his dormitory.

His face softened as he told her everything. It was clear that this was something he needed to tell someone, though he hoped she wouldn't remember him telling her. But how could she? She was asleep after all.

He sat with her for a while, using the time to think. Think about what had happened and think about himself, which caused his pride to rise again.

"But why am I telling you all this, you're ridiculous and it's not my fault at all!" he spat in disgust as he got up from his seat and started walking towards the exit of the hospital wing. As if overthinking, he turned to give her one last look with a calmer expression than he had just had, before disappearing back into the corridors. It seemed as if he was having an inner conflict with himself, deciding who he really was.

But it wasn't the last time he returned to her at night, even after what he had said the night before. The following night he couldn't bear the thought of not going to the hospital wing. He decided that this was due to a new routine that gave him some time to think for himself, away from his friends and any other unwanted attention. He enjoyed the attention, but it could be nice without it. But it certainly wasn't because of her. At least that's what he kept telling himself.Draco spent his time in the hospital wing reading, doing homework or just thinking. Sometimes he caught himself watching her, but that was only because he didn't want her to see him when she woke up - or so he said. By this time he'd been visiting her longer than any of her true friends during the day, as he'd just been sitting there with her for an hour or two.

The next day he felt even more comfortable and started talking to her. He even laughed when he told her something funny he'd done in class, or when he saw a first year fall to the ground and into the snow, which made him laugh out loud that day. The boy seemed to be enjoying the time until he noticed something.

He had been with her for more than two hours when she began to move more than on any other day he had been with her before. He moved closer to see if anything was wrong, as she seemed somewhat uncomfortable or even in pain. As he moved closer to her face to find out what exactly was wrong, she slowly began to open her eyes. His eyes widened as he realised what was happening. What had just happened was the last thing he wanted to happen. He had stayed far too long. Got too comfortable. Shouldn't be here. He wasn't even her friend, what was he doing here? If she saw him, she'd not only be confused as to why he was there, she'd be angry at him for making Parkinson do what she did. Even though he had nothing to do with what she had done. He hadn't even spoken to her in the last few days, but how could she know?

Her vision was blurred, but it became clear fairly quickly. She noticed the boy in her vision, seemingly frozen in place. And even though she could see quite clearly now, she squinted at him, trying to find out who he was.

"Who are you?"

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can I tell u bday drama OK thanks (pt 1)

Hi reddit so I've had the same 3 friends for 17 years Megan (bestie) Sophia (the issue) and Dani (lives out of State)

Sophias got 2 bad habit 1 of which is canceling plans the night before or day of. 2 she gets off on the attention she gets from overworking herself into burnout and we've been urging her now for 4 years she needs to cut the shit out and worry more about her health than DnD.

So on homestuck day I got kidnapped, drugged with coke and SA'd in thr back of a car and the next day we were supposed to go to her family's boat, which she canceled and instead invited us to her mom's house. After finding out while I was in the hospital what happened to me she canceled entirely and I found our later it wasn't from a "headache" it was so she didn't miss DnD.

2 months go by and she never makes an effort to see me, and let's the gc know she's been going to parties and involved in her friends ex drama. The day were all supposed to fly up to Seattle for Dani's graduation is approaching and Sophia says hey I'm in town come hang! I say no, and fake being busy. Next day she says hey I brought the friend I've been wanting u to meet for 3 years! And I realise if I don't go, my first time seeing her will be in Seattle and I don't trust her not to make a scene when she realizes I don't fucking like her anymore.

So I go, I'm not rude but when they both tell me she drives through my town, stops at her mom's place which is 3 mins from my house, and drives another 45 mins to his house on a biweekly basis I'm like. Sophia I'm incredibly disappointed that we haven't hung out and you always say it's too far to come see me. Otherwise, hangout goes without a hitch and the guys really fun.

The next day, Megan calls me after class and says that Sophia told her she's been isolating for months and that's why she hasn't seen me or anybody and her parents are fighting and she dropped out of classes and she's been stressed so we should talk about this BEFORE Seattle. I told her that's funny because before I said anything about her not seeing me for a while she was talking about the parties she had been to just like 2 weeks ago. And how she's been driving to see this boy. But yes I will talk to her. Megan's like Interesting...

I call Sophia and she immediately starts profusely apologizing and giving the same explanation she gave Megan, I point out the inconsistencies and she starts freaking out and making more excuses like she dropped out of 3 extracurriculars and only has a few left which like. I didn't say but why do you have more than 4 extracurriculars. She then starts talking about all of her problems and then doubles back and says she didn't say anything to me and ghosted bc she didn't want her problems taking the forefront and I was like when has that ever been a thing. As a group, shit TENDS to happen to us all at once. I was getting stalked, her dog died, and Megan's car got totaled while she was dealing with taking her cousin to court for CSA/incest AT THE SAME TIME. And we all, as we've done for 17 years, got through it together and coped together. That has NEVER been an excuse. I tell her I wish she would have just said she had a lot going on than just ghosting (but lets be real the reason she never said anything is bc she forgot, this isn't the first time).

She starts crying and wailing about I love you! I can't imagine life without you (she's done a fine job at it thus far) you're supposed to be my maid of honor the aunt to my kids I need you in my life my entire life is planned with you in it!!

At this point I feel like throwing up so I just tell her hey. Anything you wanna say you'll get a chance to, but I'm getting overwhelmed right now and I need to leave. I'm not going anywhere, please don't stress out tonight. We will be civil in Seattle. OK? Are we OK? Love you. Bye.

Megan told me a few days later over icecream Sophia called her back and Megan just tore into her that all of this is the consequences of her own actions, Ive dropped everything for her for lesser problems and Sophia managed to show up for Megan when her mom died and when other things happened but the one time I needed her she failed. This was her own fault.

Seattle rolls around and we act totally like normal, everyone knows about everything but we are focusing on Danis graduation.

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EatCoD chapter 4

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Chapter 4

“Your dad is Robert, Alpha of the Southeastern White Tooth pack.”

Why did the father only get a name after he was dead?

I scanned the car once more and couldn’t find a single thing that reminded me of home to bring with me.

Wow, it’s almost like she didn’t bring anything with her? And why would Aaron have stuff in HIS car that would remind Liz of HER home?

“That’s because you have a high fever. At least a hundred and seven.”

From google: Numbers that are cause for concern: 105°F – Go to the emergency room.

JFC, get her to a freaking hospital. 

I looked for anything I could use as a weapon.

[...]

Then I noticed a freestanding toilet paper caddy next to the toilet. It had a pointed end, maybe I could use it as a weapon? But what would I do with the toilet paper?

Oh no, think about the poor toilet paper!!

I dressed quickly, silently thanking whoever was in charge of getting me new clothes that they thought to buy a bra and some underwear. Red lace. Hmmm. Kinky. 

Something tells me that the bra isn’t going to be supportive. The kind of bra you wear only to tease your partner in the bedroom.

And honestly, I’d rather go without a bra than have to wear one of those under regular clothes. 

“Elizabeth? Why is the toilet paper caddy in here?”

Just going to leave this right here…

“Did you just call me dude?” Christian put the plate down in front of him and Avery poured the syrup on his pancakes. 

“Dude, nerd, asshole…” 

Avery put the syrup on the other side of his plate, away from Hunter. “Everybody knows that you take all of the syrup. I’d say that would make you the asshole in this room.” He shoved a triangle of pancakes in his mouth.

Oh boy, I can’t wait to read this for the rest of the series. 

SAID NOBODY. EVER. 

“Could I ride on one your backs?” 

Hunter rolled his eyes and a burst of laughter came from Christian. Hunter took the last plate from my hands. “No, you cannot just ride on our backs. We aren’t your pet.” 

Wow. Talk about a reaction. “Sorry, I didn’t realize.” 

“Not yet, anyway.”

Of course somebody makes it weird. 

I’d taken a couple days off at the mortgage company to deal with pack issues but my boss was going to worry if I didn’t come in soon.

I’ve seen enough true crime documentaries to know that somebody at her work is going to call the police. 

In a logical and just world, they’d see the bodies of Liz’s parents (because you KNOW that they wouldn’t have actually done anything with the bodies) and a huge investigation would kick off. 

But this is a shitty reverse harem romance series, so I’m expecting literally none of that.

There was a clawing in my stomach, ripping and shredding my insides, like a wild beast trying to get out.

Chapter 4 summary: Liz is quick to realise that it’s a dragon… and a big one at that. She’s forced to continue on, since the pack is closing in on her, but then the dragon leaves to go fight the wolves. Another car comes from the opposite way, and a man Liz hasn’t seen before is like “You’re Liz right? Your father is Robert, and your mom is Jane, no?” Liz doesn’t want to get into the car with him, but she feels like she has no choice. In there, he introduces himself as Christian, and the driver as Avery; it’s mentioned that the dragon is named Hunter. 

They drive for a really long time, only stopping for gas once. As they drive, Liz starts to feel worse and worse; like her body is on fire. 

When they get to a safe house, Liz tries to bolt. But then Hunter tackles her to the ground, and she passes out. Liz wakes up hours later, and Hunter comes to tell her that she has a fever of 107. He helps her to take an ice bath, but after they’re done, she’s feeling a little better. She finds new clothes in her room. 

Downstairs, the others have made breakfast for her. The boys act like immature toddlers, and end up spraying water everywhere. As they’re cleaning up, and Liz helps with the dishes, she asks them questions about the weredragons. They say that their species is highly endangered, so they keep to themselves. When asked why they can’t come out to the werewolves, they pointedly tell her that the wolves would attack them. 

They also explain to her that the reason why she’s burning up and has a huge appetite is because she’s finally starting to shift. That they’ll remain at this safe house until after her first shift, then they’ll move on to another safe house. Liz obviously wants to train so that she can go back and kick Scarface’s ass. 

They randomly find a stray kitten outside the kitchen door, and Liz wants to keep it. But then she’s overcome with such a huge burst of pain that it’s the only thing she can think about. 

[getris]

I've heard some people use tumblr as a way of venting or letting things out, i guess those are the same thing and i figured ill give this a try.

This will mostly be me venting to myself about things to do with my life starting with my grandad, and id like to stay anonymous so i wont mention his name.

But on may 28th 2023 i lost my grandad, so about 6 months ago now, ive delt with mental health issues for the majority of my life, idk if thats due to a cocktail of family issues, medication my mother was taking when she was pregnant with me or if theres just something not quite right in my head.

Ive delt with major trust issues, self confidence and self image issues, physical and emotional abuse from both parents and emotional abuse and manipulation from an ex partner but never in my life has anything come quite as close to the level of mind twisting torment that grief has provided; i loved my grandad dearly, out of every member of my dysfunctional family he has consistently been the only safe space, i have never once seen him get angry, swear or even raise his voice unless he was letting out one of his typical hearty chuckles and i think i can safely say that no matter what anyone said he couldnt get angry or judge.

That doesnt mean he is incapable of being firm, he was a fair man and if you did something truly stupid or disappointing he would give you this specific look, one that is still filled with love and compassion but sadness and disappointment and he might throw in a softly spoken "dont do that" (but a little rugged from years of cigars and whiskey during his time in the army), even then his tone was reassuring and it never made you feel challenged but it always got through, i could be screaming at my mother, bright red faced and body full of adrenaline but the moment i caught that look and heard that tone it would all wash away and id feel nothing but regret for what ever was said or done, thats when you know someone is a good person, when they dont need to shout at you, push you or say harsh things, and a simple few calm words immediately diffuse the entire situation.

So naturally me and everyone else in my family were close to him, i have so many fond memories of him, like the time he had this golf cart (he loved golf) and my brother turned it on by accident and sent the thing shooting off down the street as my grandad desperately sprinted after it, or the times he would adamantly try to fix or build things on his own since hes an ex army mechanic and knew better, only to sheepishly realise hes made a mistake and go back to the instructions, he took me to a fishing tournament once and i honestly didnt care at all about the tournament but it was a lovely chance to spend one on one time with him as adults, he even bought me a cider and a beer for himself and that was the first and only chance i got to drink with him, that tournament was even broadcast on TV once so id love to go back and try to find it to see if i can spot me and my grandad in the crowd somewhere.

Theres so much more to the relationship between me and my grandad and im sure ill remember some of it and come back to write more another time, but you can imagine why it felt like my world was shook, i was at a friends house when i first got a call from my brother, he said something along the lines of my grandad had fell over and they took him to hospital, found out that it was potentially cancer but there was no certainty, i cried immediately after that call because to me my grandad was this big, unshakeable ex military man and ive seen him hurt a million times and be unbothered, so to hear that he had collapsed immediately sent waves through my body and i knew something wasnt right.

i spent another few days at my friends house and went home, at that time i was grossly behind with university work (due to mental health issues), and i had finals coming up so i had to force myself back into work, nothing but university and train times and study sessions on my mind because i had to pass, i had to... so i went to my friends house, we study better together and have similar mindsets, so it works out really well when we study and bounce ideas back and forth between each other to get the assignments done, i remember finishing a particularly gruelling study session with her one night when my brother messaged me saying he needs to tell me something but its better if i hear it in person, but i intended to stay at my friends until these assignments and exams were over so i pushed him to message me the update and thats where the regrets started.

My brother told me that my grandad was very sick, it was confirmed to be cancer and the moment i read that i felt physically sick, but my brother reassured me that my grandad was told he had a few years to live, so immediately i wasnt too hurt and i was hell bent that as soon as these exams are over im going to go visit him and once hes out of hospital ill make memories with him, drink with him if possible, anything he wanted.

But thats not how it went, i kept studying and handing in assignments and all i had left was one more exam and thats it im free for the summer and i can go see grandad, but just a day or so before the exam my brother messaged me again saying my grandads health had declined rapidly, he was told months, and then weeks left, so of course i panicked, but i had to do this exam and it was only one more day so surely everythings going to be fine and i can still go see him in the hospital and have a laugh and chat with him.

Exam day comes and i cant get it out of my mind by this point, my family told me they are visiting him that day and asked if i could come but because of visiting hours and my exam hours, i couldnt go but again i told myself "he has weeks left, i can bare one more day and visit him the moment my family goes again", so i went to university, went into that exam room and the entire time i couldnt focus, my university was in the same town that my grandad was in care, so all that was on my mind for that entire two hours was "hes only 30 minutes away, what if he passes while im in here", but the exam time passed painfully slowly but it passed regardless, after the exam i was insanely exhausted and depressed, i hung around with my friend after the exam for an hour or so and then took the train home, turns out timing is a bitch because the moment i got home my parents asked if i was still at uni because they could pick me up on their way to the hospital but i had just got home, the next train would be an hour from then so theres no way i could have visited.

Two days later i was at my mothers birthday when she informed me that my grandad didnt in fact have weeks, he had days left at most and they were going to see him the next day and theres no way im missing anymore chances, so the day comes that we get to go see him, but again something really did not feel right, we got in the car and only a few minutes after picking up my grandmother my aunt (who was at the hospital) said to come quick because he was choking on his own tongue at that point and they expect him to be gone any minute.

Thats the beginning of the heartbreak, seeing my own grandmother in the car talking out loud "just wait (his name) just wait a bit longer please", she was a lot like him, always innocent, always smiling and there she was begging to herself in the car crying, hoping he can just hold on a bit longer for her to be at his side.

We get to the hospital, i watched my nan walk as fast as she could, in pain to get to that room, the moment i walked in it felt like my entire world had ended in that instant, he was no longer my grandad, seeing him in that state felt like my heart had just been ripped out through my chest; he was pale, hairless, almost no muscle left on his body, his skin was a different colour, you could see his heart beating through his chest because his rib cage had twisted and changed shape, he had his eyes and mouth half open and all you could hear was struggled breaths, occasionally interrupted by a weak cough or the sound of him choking on his own tongue, his spine had broken in multiple areas from coughing, thats how frail his body had become.

It was painful, he was clearly suffering and i went through whirlwinds of anger, sadness, anger, sadness... Sad and heart broken seeing such a strong pillar of my world laying there struggling to even exist, and anger that he was allowed to stay in this state, nurses coming in to inject him or feed him medication that would only serve to keep him in this state for a little bit longer, i felt like he was being tortured in the most inhumane way for hours, he couldnt see or hear or speak by that point, just breathe and exist in pain.

Thats when family started talking, gossiping about his state and things he had done during his stay which further broke my heart, remember earlier when i said he had never sworn, never raised his voice and was effectively this gentle giant? Well i overheard my aunt, mother and grandmother talking about how he had been in such pain that he had started threatening the nurses, swearing at and insulting everyone within eyesight, begging both nurses and family to either kill him or take him somewhere where he could do it on his own terms, just typing that out brings a painful lump to my throat because to change such a gentle, loving man into that state must have meant either he was already suffering immensely, or he knew exactly bad it was going to get, it was shock after shock, emotional whiplash.

I stayed in that room for as long as i could which turned out to be 5 hours and 24 minutes, i couldnt bare a moment longer before i stood next to his bed and said my goodbyes, seeing a person you care so deeply about in such a state of suffering, staying in that room for those 5 hours had physically exhausted me, its not that i was just tired of being in the hospital, but i dont think i could have processed another second of that day without rest, so the second i got to my house i passed out in my bed, two hours later my phone was ringing and it was my brother, grandad was gone.

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

Grabbing Smoke

As much time as Sam spent with her best friends, sometimes she enjoyed a little bit of time alone.

Tucker was helping his mother bake cookies for some kind of fundraiser for the hospital, and Danny was busy visiting Pandora for fighting lessons. Apparently they were using swords today.

As fun as it sounded, Sam opted to stay behind, it had been a while since she'd been down to the park to feed the ducks. She didn't get quiet moments like that very often any more.

There was an uncharacteristic skip to her gait as she walked to the park, a canvas tote bag swinging from her arm.

Living in Amity Park, and especially hanging around with Danny, gave her an eerie sense to when something was amiss. Nothing quite like Danny's ghost sense, but she'd learned to detect a particular chill to the air, a prickling at the back of her neck. It could easily be mistaken for a chilly breeze, but Sam knew better. The crunch of gravel under Sam's boots was the only sound permeating the still air, not even the trees were rustling.

She continued her walk through the park, past the wishing fountain and through a trail where the trees grew slightly more dense.

The trail opened up to a large pond, it wasn't anything especially picturesque, the reeds were a little overgrown, the ground was muddy, but there were a few simple weather worn benches by the path that looped around the water.

Sam took a seat, pulling out a bag of frozen peas. She opened it, tipped a few into her hand and tossed them into the water.

The ducks immediately sped across the pond toward her, fighting for the peas that the turtles hadn't already gotten to.

Instead of grabbing another handful, she held the bag out to the empty seat to her left, waiting for a moment before shaking the bag impatiently.

A green hand slipped into the bag, pulling out a handful of peas before tossing them into the water.

"How'd you know I was here?" Kitty asked, now sitting visibly on the other end of the bench as Sam poured out more peas for both of them.

"I have my ways." Sam smirked. "What I want to know is why you've been following me all week."

"You knew for that long and you didn't say nothin'?" Kitty huffed. "Damn, I gotta up my game."

A duck waddled up and nibbled on her boot.

"Alright alright, ya hungry little doofus." Kitty lowered a hand full of peas and cooed as the duck happily ate from her palm. "Aww these guys aren't shy at all, do you come here a lot?"

"When I can." Sam tossed a few more peas into the water for the turtles. "So why are you following me?"

Kitty sat back and pressed her lips together, thinking.

"Look it's just... I don't remember much from when I was livin', you know? It's all sorta grey and fuzzy, I can't remember what anyone looked like, except Johnny." she tossed some peas to a smaller duck at the back of the group. "But as soon as I showed up here in town and I saw your face, I thought I felt... I dunno, somethin'. Like I'd seen you before, or maybe you just reminded me of someone, but I can't remember who, it's like grabbing smoke."

She lobbed a few peas a little harder than was necessary at the water. The turtles sucked them up greedily.

"So you've just been following me hoping you might remember something else?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Kitty sighed. "But it's not working."

Sam swung her foot idly between a pair of scuffling ducks, splitting them up before tossing out some more peas.

"Maybe I'm related to someone you knew. Where did you grow up?"

Kitty frowned down at the water.

"I... I don't know." she said, deflating somewhat. "I didn't even realise I forgot that."

Sam couldn't help but feel for her, Danny had told her that ghosts would often forget things from their past, especially once they'd been dead for longer than they'd been alive. Somehow she had never really considered how terrifying that must be.

"You know..." Sam started carefully. "I could show you some old family photos. Maybe you'll recognise someone?"

Kitty looked up, eyes shining brightly.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Why not?" Sam shrugged. "If you were here to cause trouble you would have done it by now."

"Aw, I never thought you'd wanna do something like that for me." said Kitty, smiling brightly. "You always seemed like such a bitch."

Sam laughed.

"If you'd spent a week being someone that wasn't Paulina, I would probably have seemed like less of a bitch."

"So you guys are big rivals or somethin'?" Kitty asked, grabbing some more peas and giggling as three ducks tried to eat from her hand at once.

"It's more that we have... conflicting ideologies. She thinks that appearances and reputation are the most important things in life, just like my parents." Sam lobbed some more peas into the water, they both watched them disappear as the turtles quickly snapped them up. "It's shallow and stupid, and I don't get why they have to push that shit on everyone. I don't care what people think, I just want to be whoever the hell I wanna be without having to fight for it all the time."

Kitty's face turned contemplative as she tapped her nails on the back of the bench.

"I think... I was like that." she said, slowly. "I wanted to feel fun and exciting, but my parents..."

She trailed off, frowning.

"My parents... I didn't like them. They didn't like me bein' the way I was, I can't really remember why."

Sam emptied out the last of the peas and scattered them over the ground, she scrunched up the empty packet and shoved it back into her tote bag.

"You know, if we went to school together we would probably have gotten along." said Sam as she stood up, gesturing toward the path. "Let's go check out those photos."

Instead of floating invisibly behind, Kitty walked by Sam's side as they headed back to her house. She idly waved at people as they drove past, grinning when someone stared a little too long and almost ran a red light.

"You know, it's nice bein' able to walk around in the day." Kitty said, skipping a little. "Wish I could do it more often."

"What's stopping you?"

"What do you think?" Kitty's lip pulled up in disgust. "Any time I show up your dumb friend sucks me up in his stupid thermos. Only reason I can walk around right now is because I got you as my get out of jail free card."

"Danny doesn't care if you just want to walk around." Sam scoffed. "He lets ghosts wander around town all the time, he only gets involved when you start breaking things."

"Uggghhh but just walking around is so boring." Kitty pouted. "I mean yeah it's nice and I like it but it gets old real quick."

"Then you'll have to get used to getting tossed back in the ghost zone. Do not pass go, do not collect $200."

"Don't you ever get sick of his goody goody attitude?" Kitty asked. "I mean you and I aren't so different right? You're all about the rebel gig, don't you ever feel like keyin' some asshole's car, or takin' a baseball bat to some mail boxes?"

"Only if they deserve it." said Sam with a smirk. "But I feel like you aren't especially picky about whose stuff you're breaking."

They approached the door to the Manson mansion, Sam hopped up the steps and stuck the key in the lock. She touched the mezuzah on the doorpost without a second thought before opening the door and standing aside to invite Kitty in.

The ghost stared up at her warily.

"I can't get past it."

"Past what?" Sam asked.

"The mezuzah, it keeps me out."

"What?" Sam frowned. "It hasn't stopped other ghosts from getting in."

"Well it stops me." Kitty insisted. "I think it's got somethin' to do with what we believed in when we were alive. I haven't got a problem with churches but when Johnny tried to ride his bike through one he couldn't get in. His mom raised him Catholic, he says he doesn't believe in any of that stuff, but I think he still does, deep down."

"So does that mean you were Jewish?" Sam asked, smiling curiously.

"I AM Jewish." Kitty crossed her arms. "Bein' a ghost hasn't changed that, it just... means that we got a few things a little wrong."

Sam thought about that for a moment, before stepping aside and gesturing toward the door again.

"Well, if you've been invited and you're not going to cause any trouble, then I don't see why you shouldn't be able to come in."

Kitty climbed the steps slowly, fingers reaching out and cautiously brushing over the mezuzah, she didn't feel anything unusual, no zap or burn or pain. She took a step through the doorway and passed the threshold without issue, no invisible force or barrier like the last time she tried to follow Sam inside.

"Well, what do you know." she said, grinning.

Sam lead her into a large, open planned kitchen and dining area, the tiles were bright white save for the specks of mud Sam's boots tracked through the room. The decor was minimalist, the atmosphere bland and sterile, she could smell some kind of citrus surface cleaner.

The back wall was all windows, leading to a patio surrounded by perfectly trimmed grass. As they approached, Sam turned, heading towards a door to their right.

The next room felt a lot more friendly, it was full of bookshelves and red tones. The lounges looked soft and inviting, a fireplace sat cold and empty against the back wall, but Kitty didn't have to try hard to imagine it roaring to life, filling the room with its warm glow.

"This is basically my Grandma's part of the house." Sam informed her, voice low. "Her bedroom is just through there, she's usually napping around this time of day so try not to make too much noise."

Kitty slipped off her jacket and laid it over the back of the lounge, already feeling at home in the cosy little room. She looked over the books as Sam fussed around some kind of large ornate chest.

"Here it is." She hefted a large photo album from the chest, carefully closing and latching it again. "Let's see if you recognise anyone in here."

Kitty sat down beside Sam as she opened up the pristine book, the outer cover was beige with the name Manson inscribed in golden cursive on the front. The first page was full of old faded photos, in greyscale or sepia tones.

"Ugh, I'm not that old." said Kitty, flicking ahead a few pages.

The pictures were colourful now, but still grainy, there was a young blonde boy in seventies style jeans leaning casually against a Chevrolet.

"Wait hold up," Kitty pointed at the boy. "Him, I feel like I've seen him before."

"That's my dad." said Sam, surprised. "His name is Jeremy, did you know him?"

Kitty hummed a little, gently tracing a finger over the picture.

"Jeremy... Jeremy, I'm not sure," she frowned. "But he definitely looks familiar."

They continued through the book, when suddenly Kitty slapped her hand down roughly on a photo of a pair of young women.

"Her! I know her! She was a mega bitch!"

"Shhh keep it down." Sam hissed.

"Sorry," Kitty pointed to the blonde girl in the photo. "That one! I don't know how I knew her, but I definitely knew her. She was a total brat."

Sam slipped the photo out of its sleeve and read the neat cursive on the back.

"This is... my Aunt Caroline, in 1985. She's my dad's sister." Sam looked up at Kitty, amused. "I can't believe you had beef with my family."

"Your family are snobs." Kitty sniffed. "Carrie was such a ditz, she thought she was sooo bitchin' because her daddy bought her a Mercedes."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Sam grimaced. "Did you guys go to school together or something?"

"Maybe..." Kitty took the photo from Sam's hand, staring intently. "I'm pretty sure I skipped school a lot, I hated it there. It was a private school, we had to wear uniforms, barf."

"I would never have guessed you were a private school kid." Sam shook her head. "But most people would say that about me so it's not like I can judge."

"You went to private school?" Kitty asked, "How'd you end up in that Casper High dump?"

"Got myself expelled." said Sam, voice thick with pride. "Elementary, middle and high school, got kicked out of all three."

"Damn, you're good."

Sam grinned, slipping the photo back in its sleeve and continuing to the next page.

Kitty pointed to a few other photos, remarking on their familiarity, but not quite able to grasp how she knew them, the memories only flickered in her periphery.

"Wait," Kitty whispered, fingers brushing over a polaroid containing three people. "This is..."

The picture looked as though it were taken at some kind of party, a man and a woman faced the camera, each with a glass of champagne raised in their hands. The woman's other hand rested on the shoulder of a teenage girl with auburn hair, pulled into a tidy braid. She stared glumly at the camera.

"That's Katherine." Sam said, pointing to the girl. "She was my dad's cousin, but she got hit by a car when she was-"

Sam paused, looking over at Kitty's wide eyes and then back to the photo.

"Noooo way." Sam pulled the photo out of the sleeve. "Is this you?"

Kitty took the photo in trembling hands.

"I... I forgot I used to look like that." she fiddled with a lock of her green, teased hair. "I remember this party, I didn't want to go but mom and dad threatened to take away all my records and cassettes if I didn't."

Sam stared at Kitty, mouth agape.

"You're Car Crash Katherine?! My dad talks about you all the time! He always told me about the shit you used to get up to, he'd tell me that any kind of 'rebellious behaviour' was a slippery slope to 'dying on the back of some delinquent's motorcycle'." Sam put a hand on Kitty's shoulder. "You were my bad influence role model."

Kitty's red eyes shone with tears, photo still in hand, she wrapped her arms around Sam.

"This is majorly wicked! My legacy lives on! Corrupting the youth from beyond the grave!" Kitty laughed. "My parents would go totally mental."

She stopped laughing, her face turning forlorn as she drew back from Sam and stared down at the picture.

"Are they still alive?" she asked, a tremble in her voice.

"Yeah..." said Sam. "They live in a retirement home in Florida. They don't come around very often."

Kitty traced a finger over their faces.

"I wonder if they miss me." she said quietly. "Or if they were glad to be rid of the family embarrassment."

Sam didn't answer, she had wondered the same thing herself, if her parents would even care if she died. They hadn't given her a lot of reason to think they would.

She rested a sympathetic hand on Kitty's arm.

"Oh, you have a friend over bubbeleh?" a croaky voice spoke from the bedroom doorway.

Sam and Kitty both turned to see Ida Manson shuffling into the room, cleaning her glasses with her sleeve.

"Sorry Grandma, we didn't mean to be too loud." Sam apologised. "This is my... um, friend, Kitty. Kitty this is my Grandma Ida-"

"Ida?!" Kitty shot to her feet, staring in shock at the old woman. "Aunt Ida?!"

Ida squinted at Kitty, before quickly setting her glasses back on her face.

"Well as I live and breath, is that you Kathy?"

"Oh my god this is getting super weird." Sam whispered.

Kitty leapt over the ottoman to wrap Ida up in a tight hug, the old woman was surprised for a moment, but held her warmly in return.

"It's me Aunt Ida! Not really living or breathing but it's me!" Kitty laughed breathlessly.

"Oh my goodness, when all the ghosts started showing up all over town I wondered if I would ever see someone I knew." She rubbed comforting circles on Kitty's back as the ghost choked on a few sobs. "It's good to see you again Kathy."

Ida pulled away and wiped a tear from Kitty's face.

"And I'm so glad you aren't stuck wearing what your parents buried you in."

Kitty couldn't help but laugh through her tears.

"Let me guess, it was that putrid blue dress, wasn't it?"

"The dress wasn't nearly as bad as what they did to your hair." Ida snickered, patting Kitty's hand. "It had little ribbons in it and everything."

"I almost forgot you." Kitty placed her palm gently against Ida's face. "You were the only one in the family who ever loved me for being me, and I almost forgot you. I'm so sorry, I should have come to find you sooner but I just-"

"Shhhh, it's okay bubbeleh." Ida grasped her hand tight. "I think being dead is a pretty good excuse for forgetting a few things."

Sam stood beside the lounge, watching the two in shock, she wasn't entirely certain whether or not to intrude. Whatever she had been expecting to discover with Kitty today, it certainly hadn't been this.

Though in hindsight, it did explain Kitty's familiarity with Sam, people always said she had taken after her Grandma.

Ida let go of Kitty and hobbled over to the photo album still sitting on the lounge.

"Oh you don't want to look at that album." she said, as she shoved it onto the coffee table. She wandered to the other side of the room and began rummaging around in a small cupboard. "You want this one."

She pulled out a book with well worn, peeling edges. Pieces of the plastic sleeves had cracked off and crumbled away. It was old, and weatherbeaten, it was obvious that Ida had looked through it many many times.

"Here we go." she sat down in the middle of the lounge, gesturing for the two girls to come sit beside her. "These are the forbidden photos."

She opened the pages, the photos inside were entirely different from the 'official' album, there were no perfectly poised, prim and proper photos of people in nice, presentable clothes. They were all candid shots, people in the middle of eating or laughing, some were stumbling around blind drunk, a few were smoking joints. There were pictures from parties and protest rallies, in backyards and drive ins.

There was a picture of Jeremy as a young boy, grinning with one of his front teeth missing and grass in his hair.

"Only in this family would losing your baby teeth make a photo 'unsavoury'." Ida grizzled as she continued through the album. "I saved so many pictures that my husband would have thrown out otherwise."

"Ugh, Uncle Peter was such a prude, he wouldn't even let me in the house if I didn't have my shoulders covered up." Kitty rolled her eyes.

"He used to be so much more relaxed when we were young." Ida sighed. "He changed when he inherited his father's business, he forgot how to have fun."

A few pages later Kitty squealed in excitement.

"Oh my god! That's Frankie! She was my best friend, we used to do everything together!"

The Kitty in the photo looked far more like the Kitty Sam knew. Her hair was teased up, and she was wearing a crop top and a miniskirt. The other girl, Frankie, had short curled hair and a leather jacket. They each had an arm around the others' shoulder and grinned wildly.

"I love this one." Ida smiled as she pulled the picture out of the sleeve. "That was the night I gave you a lift to that concert."

"Oh that show was sooo good! I got my nose pierced there! It got so infected, Mom grounded me for a month." Kitty laughed.

"Man, and I thought I was cool for skipping school to go see Circus Gothica." Sam grinned. "I'm gonna have to come home with a tattoo next time."

"I can't believe I forgot about Frankie, I can't believe I forgot about all of this." Kitty held the photo close to her chest, a few tears running down her face. "I'm so glad it's not gone for good."

She kept the photo in hand as they looked through the rest of the album. There were many pictures of Ida, all of them with other people of all walks of life.

"Oh this was when you took us to that pride parade!" Kitty smiled. "You made Frankie so happy, and you knew a lot of the drag queens there, like a LOT."

"Grandma took me to a drag show when I was 10," said Sam. "Even took me backstage to meet them all, my parents thought we went to the theatre to see Romeo and Juliet."

"Oh I have photos from that." Ida flipped through the pages, getting closer to the end of the album. "Here we are, oh Evelyn just LOVED you."

Sam looked at the picture of Evelyn, frowning slightly.

"Oh weird, she kinda looks like Mr Lancer's sister, he keeps her photo on his desk..." Sam paused as she processed what she just said. "That's not his sister is it?"

"You probably shouldn't bring it up." said Ida gently. "Teachers can get in trouble for associating with this sort of thing."

"That's so bogus!" Kitty cried. "I really thought this kinda stuff would be better in the future!"

"It is," Ida assured her. "But we're a long way from perfect."

Ida flipped back through the album, searching for more pictures of Kitty and Frankie. There were a good few of them, each one Ida pulled out and passed over for Kitty to look at and hold onto.

"Oh woah, is that Johnny?" Sam pointed to a picture of Kitty sitting on the back of a motorcycle with a blonde boy. "He looks exactly the same, just a little less pale."

"Oh, did Johnny come back as a ghost too?" Ida asked.

"Yeah! We've been together all this time, in sickness and in death." Kitty beamed. "Mom and dad blamed him for everything I did, even if he wasn't around when I did it. They said him and Frankie were 'corrupting' me."

She rolled her eyes.

"I bet they blamed him for my death too. They'd be so mad if they knew we were still together."

"Just goes to show they had no chance of keeping you two apart." Ida said. "Not even death could do that."

Kitty held the photo tight in both hands, her shoulders began to shake slightly.

"It was my fault you know." she said with a trembling little giggle. "Funny huh? My parents always blamed him for everything, but in the end it was my fault we got hit. We were havin' a fight over somethin' stupid and I distracted him-"

Ida wrapped an arm around Kitty, patting her head comfortingly as she laid it against the old woman's shoulder.

"I think you're being too hard on yourself bubbeleh." Ida whispered gently into her hair. "It was raining, the truck that hit you was running a red light, the driver was charged for both your deaths. Even if you did distract him, you weren't the only card at play that night."

She gave Kitty a light shake.

"And don't think I didn't see the way Johnny used to drive that thing, he was reckless. I have no doubt that he wasn't paying as much attention as he should have been." She placed a kiss on the girl's forehead and squeezed her tight. "It's not fair to hold all of that responsibility on yourself, even if you both did everything right, that truck still would have run that red light, it still would have been raining. It was just pure rotten luck."

Sam had never heard a ghost talk about their death before, even Danny didn't like talking about his accident, and asking about it was incredibly taboo. Sam had been pushing her luck earlier just by mentioning the car crash.

It said a lot about Kitty's love for Ida that she chose to open up about it. Sam couldn't say she was surprised, her Grandma had always been like that. Never anything but an endless well of love and support, and the occasional kick in the pants if you needed it.

"Johnny's always had rotten luck." Kitty sniffed. "Follows him like a shadow."

"Literally." Sam snorted.

After a few more moments, Ida pulled herself away from Kitty, she got up and began rooting through the cupboards, muttering to herself.

"Aha, here it is."

She brought over an empty photo album, it was roughly the size of a small pocketbook, containing only one photo sleeve per page.

"I meant to fill this with photos for Sam to keep." Ida admitted as she shuffled back over to the girls. "But I don't think she'll mind donating it to a good cause."

She winked at Sam, who nodded back.

"Here," Ida pressed the little album into Kitty's hands. "Memories are a fickle thing, but photos are forever."

"I can't take these!" Kitty insisted, pushing the album back. "They're your memories too!"

"Oh my god you're both so old." Sam laughed, "Dad has a printer/scanner. I can make copies."

As Sam took the polaroids to her dad's office, Ida and Kitty pored over the rest of the album, Kitty picking out more photos to copy. She chose a few of Ida and Sam, and even one of Carrie.

"She was a total loser and I hated her but I don't hate remembering her, you know? I want to remember everything, even the bad stuff."

She took a photo of her parents, just one.

When Sam came back with the last batch of photos, Ida finished slipping them into the little album.

"There's still a few sleeves left." Sam pointed out, holding up her phone with a smile. "We've got room for a couple of family reunion pics."

The two girls squished up against Ida as Sam snapped as many shots as she could. Ones where they smiled, ones where they laughed, ones where they laid haphazardly across the lounge together.

Then Sam took a few candids of just Kitty and Ida, as they looked through the new album they'd just made together. Capturing Kitty laughing at something as Ida looked at her with a soft, loving smile.

Kitty clutched the album to her chest as she gave Ida a long, drawn out hug.

"Thank you so much." she said, her voice thick with gratitude. "It's like I can see my life in colour again."

She left the house with the assurance that she would always be welcome back, at any time, and a promise that she would always be looking out for her 'new favourite cousin'.

Sam flicked through the photos she took on her phone, she would have to make sure to have copies printed by the time Kitty returned to visit.

She knew Kitty coming over regularly was going to make things complicated, her apparent newfound protectiveness over Sam could potentially backfire in many spectacular ways, she was petty and troublesome when in the right mood.

But then again, so was Ida, and so was Sam.

At least she had better things to do now than beat up strangers' mail boxes, Danny was certainly going to be glad to hear that.

[paalove]

you are a menace for opening my eyes to blackyok oh my god but also I am humbly requesting a little bit of them for your prompt list if/when you feel inspired

thank you anonymous bestie 💖🖤💖🖤

this is... pre-blackyok because im um. im definitely continuing this. this is basically chapter one to the postcanon (well, post-van, pre-rest of finale) blackyok fic that i Will be writing up in full at some point, probably once at least one of my current crop of wips is complete. so for now, no romance as such but the hints are there:

Yok hasn’t had the opportunity to beg anyone to check on his mae before she actually arrives at the (second) hospital, accompanied by the most unexpected person.

She’s crying when they reunite, and he’s crying too – he’s been crying on and off for hours, of course, but these ones are tears of relief. He’s apologising for not calling and she’s scolding him for the apology.

“You should just be resting,” she fusses, “Your sweet friend was nice enough to come and tell me what was going on, that’s enough.”

He looks over her shoulder and repeats, out loud and in sign, “My sweet friend?”

Black looks embarrassed as she turns to him with a smile, nodding.

Yok had forgotten, but parents love Black – it was something Gram had mentioned once, that Black’s girlfriend’s parents adored him nearly as much as Gram’s own, and Yok had found it hilarious for like a week before brushing it off – anyway, Yok’s mae is apparently no exception.

“He told you what was going on?”

That makes her face fall again as she answers, “I’ve seen the news reports. There were some videos.”

Yok swallows and looks at Black again.

“They knew who we all were,” is what Black offers. “She’s the most obvious target if you wanted to go after our loved ones.”

He feels his eyes welling up, mostly because he hears loved ones and thinks, again, of last night. It hurts more than the wound ever did, and that might be a cliché but they become cliché for a reason. It’s with a thick voice that he says, “Thanks, Black.”

Black nods and departs the room.

“Your friend really is sweet,” mae continues when he’s gone, “He must have been practicing saying hello before I opened the door.”

Yok thinks of the moment he burst through a different door last night, kicking them all free and surprising Yok into taking his first full breath since- since P’Dan-

He thinks of that moment, then pictures Black outside his house in the darkness, preparing to do the same all over again.

“Black’s a good friend,” he says, which isn’t exactly what she’d said, but it’s not a compliment he’d punch Yok for.

…

It’s a couple of days before he finds out that he’s the only one of them who’s seen Black since they escaped.

“White’s really worried,” Sean confides in low tones, “Even though he’s sure he’s not…”

“Dead?” Yok answers at the same volume.

Sean nods, looking over at the other three. They’re gathered at a rooftop they used to use for chase tag, in the early days – back when only Black was actually any good at it, so the route here is one that’s still easy for Yok even as he heals – and they’ve been talking about the best approach to turning themselves in, now their names and faces are out there.

White’s taking the lead, but they’re taking a couple of minutes now that he’s explained his ideas, to decide whether they’re all okay with them. Yok’s already decided to agree – they all know that van would never have stopped if White wasn’t a fast thinker, but he knows Gram is more anxious.

He didn’t realise why Black wasn’t here, though, and he says, “I’ve seen him, though.”

Yok explains the hospital visit, and Sean stares at him.

“White!”

He’s over in a second, looking all concerned, but when Yok repeats his explanation it morphs into the wide, proud smile Yok had thought might be reserved for Sean.

“I told you,” White says. “He’ll come back when he’s ready… I just hope it doesn’t take too long.”

As Sean’s putting a comforting hand on White’s shoulder, Yok wonders if he should have mentioned the other times he’s seen Black.

…

There’s a thud behind him and a voice saying, “You should fix your windows.”

Yok shoves his hand through the shower curtain and flips off the space he’s pretty sure Black’s occupying and says, “You dick, what if mae’d been in here?”

“Saw her through the kitchen window. You’re having chicken later.”

Rolling his eyes and washing around the carefully-covered bandages, Yok replies, “You could have come in that way, then. She likes you.”

Silence from outside the shower.

A moment after Yok’s done, the water stopped, a towel’s thrust through the curtain.

“Nah, man,” Yok answers. “If you didn’t want to see my dick you shouldn’t have come in here.”

“My deepest desire,” he hears, followed swiftly by the bathroom door opening and closing.

He snorts.

Sure enough, he emerges to find Black assisting mae in the kitchen.

That night, he’d crashed at Yok’s without even asking, careful to make sure he was on the side opposite to his wound.

Yok stared at Black until he fell asleep; what was he doing?

…

But he can’t bring himself to tell them that part. Sean seems to have forgiven his stupidity, almost costing them everything and for what, in the end, for something only he thought was love? Yok’s not going to think about it. The point is, Sean might have forgiven him, but Yok can’t forgive himself, can’t imagine going to Sean and talking about his feelings any time soon.

Telling White would be even weirder.

“He’ll find you soon,” Yok agrees.

When he gets back and finds Black conversing with Yok’s mae in much-improved sign, he tells Black the same thing – “You’re talking to White. He’s worried.”

Then he kisses his mae on the head and tells on Black, because he suspects that will have more of an impact.

“Black’s been avoiding everyone since I got injured,” he explains, “And his brother’s really worried.”

When she turns a disappointed expression on Black, the mild panic on his face tells Yok that whatever revenge he’s going to experience will be worth it. Over her head, he raises mocking eyebrows at Black, then flees.

It’s the best they’ve ever gotten on, he’s pretty sure. He still hasn’t asked why Black’s been staying, and he doesn’t know if he ever will.

[buttercream-squad-imagines]

Little Red Dress

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Callux x sister!Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Swearing, some violence, maybe a few spelling mistakes Request: Idk if this is a request but like a secret relationship with Harry that you hide and you like calluxs sister or something like that and when he finds out he gets really mad or something

How you had gotten here you didn't know. It was a question you had continually asked yourself for the last five or so months. You hadn't long moved to London, where your older brother Callum lived. You had wanted to be closer to him, not that you were far anyway but you were very closer to your brother.

There were quite a few years between you and the older boy, you being born when the latter was 7 years old. Now at the ages of 22 and 29, the two could not be more inseparable. Despite having different fathers - both of whom hadn't stuck around long enough for the pair to remember them - you and Cal were like peas in a pod. With no father figure for you to look up to, you naturally clung to the boy growing up, and Cal being the only male in the house, quickly took on the protector figure for both you and your mum.

As awful as you felt leaving your mum back at home, you had been missing your brother desperately since he had moved to London so long ago, having spent the latter majority of your school years without him. Now after graduating from university, you finally felt free enough to move to the city with your brother and make your own way in life.

That was nearing a year ago, which led you to now. The situation that you were currently in, sneaking around with one of your brother's best friends.

You had met Harry before you could even have been introduced by Cal in one of the most cliche ways ever. Being the clumsy git he is, he had bumped into you in the hallway of your new apartment building and had spilled the contents of the box you were carrying all over the hardwood floor. Awkwardly the man had tried to pick up the contents in a hurry, spitting out apologies to you and once again dropping things from his arms in an attempt to put them back into the box. It was something you had found very endearing and is a quality of his that you adore.

In an attempt to apologise for both spilling the box full of stuff and then dropping the contents whilst trying to pick them back up, Harry had offered to help you bring up the rest of your boxes. It was there that you both ran into your brother, who was visibly confused as to how his cumbersome best friend was talking to his baby sister like they had known each other for years.

Cal would never actually admit it to you but witnessing that interacting had a large pit forming at the bottom of his stomach. He knew how Harry could be and knew from the look in his eye that he had quickly found an attraction in you.

Any spark found in Harry's eyes quickly distinguished when he learned of your relation to Cal, knowing how protective the older boy could be of his baby sister, but nothing could stop the fluttering feeling the boy got when he was around you. Not even Cal's warnings against dating his sister. Warnings that his other friends got, to his relief, all of which assured Cal that his sister was out of bounds. Pleased with the responses, Cal never had a second thought, something you were glad for.

Something you weren't glad for however, was the feeling of uneasiness you got whenever you were with Harry. You almost felt guilty for being with him, even more so for keeping it from your brother.

Your boyfriend of five months, however, was quick to chase away that feeling with his affection. You got to see another side to the boy that many of the people in his life never got to witness. It gave you a feeling of euphoria knowing that you were the object of Harry's affections, and affectionate he was.

When the two of you got to spend time at your apartment, the boy could not remove himself from you. Whether he was lying in bed editing a video, cuddled into your side, or sprawled out on the settee with his head nestled in your lap, he always had to have some body part touching you. His hand always found yours when he was particularly anxious, something that happened quite regularly, which was one of the traits you found most endearing. It warmed your heart to know that you were able to calm him down.

Something you did a lot was steal Harry's clothing. There was just something about those jumpers, especially the sidemen merch, that was just so comfortable. Even after insisting on getting you some sidemen clothing of your own, so he could continue to make use of his own wardrobe, you still wore his. You had told him very shyly that you liked wearing his clothes because they smelled like him, and it brought you comfort when he was away visiting his own family.

Harry thought he might have broken down then and there. Not that he would say it out loud, he secretly loved it when you wore his clothes but knowing that you would wear them when you missed him? He felt like he was on cloud nine.

Which is how you found yourself right now, snuggled on your sofa, drowning in Harry's jumper and a fleece blanket, watching the TV. Harry had been away visiting his family over the new year, and wasn't due back until the following day but you missed him dearly. Your phone had been forgotten in your bedroom, your only distraction was reruns of Grey's Anatomy, a show you had already watched religiously.

You hadn't realised how much time had passed as you easily lost track of time when you got into a show. You also hadn't realised that your brother had been trying to get hold of your for over an hour. Which is why you were startled when you heard the click of the lock turning.

"Y/N?" The sound of your brother's voice filled the small apartment. "Are you in here?"

"On the sofa." You called back with a yawn. He could easily hear the drowsiness in your voice, he would put his money on you falling asleep within the next hour.

"You didn't answer my calls or texts, I was worried." He scolded gently.

"I left it in my room to charge, sorry for worrying you." You stretched causing the blanket that covered you to drop to your lap.

"Whose? Whose jumper is that?" Cal inquired, suspicion laced in his tone.

"Oh, is it not yours?" You asked, trying to cover up the fact that his best friend's jumper adorned your body and was currently the reason that you were about to be outed.

"No. You know that's not my jumper Y/N. It's too small to be mine." You winced at the hardness in his voice.

"I must've picked it up thinking it was yours. Oops." You tried to play it off coolly, and your brother seemed to be coming around to the idea that it was just a misunderstanding. Thank God, you screamed internally.

"Right." He sprawled himself out next to you and let out a groan when he noticed what you were watching. "Really? Grey's Anatomy? You know I've experienced enough hospitals in my life without having to watch this garbage."

"How dare you?" You gasped playfully, whacking the older man on the arm. "I'm not turning it off, so either accept it or leave."

"Fine."

A week later, Cal was visiting Freezy and Harry's apartment to hang out with the boys. You were meant to be coming soon though as you and Cal were going out for lunch. Cal was sprawled on the sofa and Harry was on another, whilst Freezy was in the bathroom. Cal's suspicions once again peaked as he noticed Harry wearing the jumper you were wearing just a week ago.

"I'm sure that's the jumper Y/N was wearing last week." He muttered loud enough for the younger boy to hear.

"Is it? She must've picked it up by accident and thought it was yours." Harry spoke coolly although his stomach felt like it was doing backflips.

"Hmm. That's what she said." He grumbled. The two fell back into a comfortable silence scrolling through their phones, waiting for Freezy to arrive back from the bathroom.

"Harry, I'm sure you've got some secret girlfriend you're hiding from us or something." The loud voice of Freezy echoed through the apartment.

"What?" The boy in question stumbled over his words. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, if I had to guess, I wouldn't put you down as the type of person who used Sunkissed raspberry shampoo and conditioner." He cackled.

"So, what if I did?" Harry's heart was racing, trying to play the situation off. Even if the boys found out he was seeing someone, they still wouldn't know who. That's what he was trying to tell himself anyway.

"Right, so you're telling me this dress from the washing basket is yours too?"

Harry's face dropped as Freezy held up the little red dress that you had thrown in the washing basket after a night out. A night out with your brother and his friends.

"What the fuck Harry?!" Cal seethed, gripping him by the collar of his jumper and shoving him into the wall. "My fucking sister!"

"Oh." Was the only thing that come out of Freezy's mouth once he had realised the severity of the situation. Your brother on the other hand was seeing red. What they hadn't heard was you entering the flat, having heard the shouting from the hallway. Cal raised his fist, bringing it to meet the side of Harry's face, who hadn't said a word yet.

"What the hell Cal?!" You exclaimed, marching over and pushing him away from your boyfriend.

"When were you going to tell me?" He asked you through gritted teeth.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You honestly had no idea what was happening right now, but if you had to make a guess, you'd put your money on Cal having found out about your relationship. You could count on one hand how many times you had seen your brother as angry as this. Not ever had it been directed at you though.

"Stop lying Y/N!" He roared making you cower into Harry behind you and let out a small whimper. "Come on, we're leaving."

"No!" Your brother grabbed the top of your arm and began pulling you away. You tried to shrug his hand from your arm, but he held on tightly. "I'm not leaving."

"Fine." He spat, storming out of the apartment.

"Hey." Harry whispered softly, touching your arm gently.

"I'll just leave you two." Freezy muttered awkwardly, leaving to go to his room. Harry pulled you into his chest and wiped away the tears you hadn't realised had fallen.

"It's okay." He assured you. "It'll be okay."

[bwoahtastic]

I’m not sure I like this but here;

He’d waited two years for a phone call saying they’d found a pup who would do well in his care, and now he’d waited seven weeks to bring his little pup home.

January 2018 Michael had been approved as a foster carer and adoptive parent, passing all of his assessments and proving his life was in order and house ready for a pup even if he was travelling the world with Daniel as his trainer. He’d been so excited, setting up training plans months in advance so the second he got a call saying a baby pup needed a safe and caring home, he’d be ready, and Daniel still had support. He’d waited by the phone day and night, mobile never leaving his hand, always on the highest volume waiting for a social worker to call and say they’d found him a pup in need. He had alternative flights planned every single race weekend just in case he needed to leave at short notice, to give a pup a home.

And then he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

After a couple of months he’d called and made sure the adoption agency hadn’t forgotten him. No they hadn’t, he was told, they just hadn’t found the right match for him.

So he waited again.

And waited.

And waited.

After a year, he was pretty convinced it was never going to happen. Maybe him being accepted onto the agency was a tick box exercise, so the agency could say they were inclusive to all, even single Alphas, but really he’d never be chosen. How could he care for a baby and raise them without an Omega? He’d battled that question for so long, even to himself, and now he was convinced he would never get a call that a pup needed him.

Until March 2020, just a few days after the whole world shut down. He and Daniel had just landed from Melbourne, the failed race that had never been, staying in London to settle and train and be ready the moment the F1 circus could roll out of town again. Michael was packing his team gear away, mind in a thousand places until his phone ringing had made him jump put of his skin.

They had a pup that had been born premature, and been abandoned. He was small, and sickly, but he would need a home when he was well enough to be discharge. They didn’t know how long it would take, the Omega not really taking care of either of them during their pregnancy and the baby being tiny and sickly as a result, but if Michael was willing to take on a pup who might have additional medical needs, they had someone waiting for him.

Michael hadn’t thought twice. He had a large home, a great salary, and no other distraction really. If said pup had extra needs, Michael was sure he’d have the time and money to provide for him. Deciding he was finished unpacking for now, Michael rushed to his car and was at the hospital within a half hour, standing outside neonatal intensive care and trying not to panic as the realisation of what was happening dawned on him.

He’d shyly introduced himself to a nurse and explained that he’d been identified as a potential adoptive father for an abandoned pup and he could come to meet him today. She’d looked sceptical, but nonetheless shown him into an overwhelming room of monitors and equipment and beeps and buzzers and alarms and incubators, leading him to an incubator in the corner with the smallest baby Michael had ever seen inside.

“This is Lando,” the nurse said softly, gently opening the incubator for Michael to reach inside. “Why don’t you hold his hand?”

And so he had held onto the smallest hand, tiny fingers wrapping around his pinky finger and watched as the smallest blue grey eyes opened to look up at him, even around all of the wires and the breathing tube covering him. Lando blinked once, twice, then held tighter onto Michael’s finger and he knew.

This was his little pup forever.

It took seven weeks to get him home, seven weeks of breathing support and feeding tubes and infections and non-stop set backs, and Michael had a crash course in how to care for a newborn along the way. Cuddes and skin to skin and how to bottle feed someone so small. But finally, today, still less than two kilos and still smaller than Michael had ever thought possible, Lando was coming home.

Daniel had all but moved in the last two months, which he claimed was for training purposes, since covid was still keeping F1 cancelled, but Michael suspected the omega was waiting for a pup snuggle or two. And so as the taxi pulled into his driveway, Michael wasn’t surprised at all that the door was flung open, Daniel beaming a smile as always and hopping from foot to foot waiting for Michael to collect his bags and bring the little pup inside.

“Is he here? Is he okay? Can I see him? I bet he’s tiny and so cute!” Daniel rattled off before Michael had even reached the doorway, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Chill man,” Michael said with an eye roll. “Let me get inside at least.”

Eventually Michael managed to herd Daniel into the house, setting bags down and finally settling down on the sofa, Lando in a sling on his chest the entire time and barely noticing all the commotion around him. Comfortable, Michael lowered the fabric of the baby sling so more of Lando’s face was visible, beckoning Daniel to sit beside him.

“Lando, this is your uncle Daniel,” Michael said softly, as if the little pup could understand. Daniel had already pressed himself tight to the alpha’s side, cooing softly and purring, even letting out a squeak or so every now and then, even nosing at Michael’s cheek to scent him.

“He’s so tiny!” Daniel repeated over and over, reaching out to gently stroke his finger over Lando’s cheek, gasping in surprise when Lando opened his eyes to watch him in response. “Oh Michael he’s watching me! He’s so perfect, look how small he is!”

A lump was forming in Michael’s throat at the sight, and when Lando reached his tiny hand to curl his fingers around Daniel’s own, he couldn’t contain a happy sob.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” Michael whispered, pressing a kiss to his new pup’s head as Daniel continued purring and cooing beside him. “Welcome home Lando, you’ll be so loved from now on little one.”

Anxjsjxkkek PLSSSS I OOVE THIS SO FUCKING MUUUCHHH

I hadnt even much considered how long Michael would have to wait and getting so insecure 😭 and then the nurses being q bit skeptical but Lando instantly grabbing his finger a bit, like they both know this is meant to be and I am SOBBING

Dan literally being pure excitement andmoving in sjxjsj he WOULLLDD and I still love him squeaking when meeting Lando and nng emotional Michae😭😭😭😭

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH YOU ARE A FUCKING LEGEND I TEARED UP