#i wanna put flowers in a vase like my sister does

[myatlantispoets]

Ik i sound like such a stereotypical straight woman rn but. How do i ask my bf for flowers without asking my bf for flowers

[bakugoushotwife]

a/n: some of my self-ship ramblings while i'm supposed to be writing gojo kinktober skfjskhdkgdf--this will be the family set up for a series of mine ;)

everyone says girl dad gojo this boy dad gojo that, when in reality it's gojo and his son + his two little sisters.

oh gojo just fusses all over his firstborn son when he arrives, all glossy eyed with pride as he boasts about the gojo line—and his son being the strongest yet! (though he'd rather die than let his son face the same perils he did-)

your husband turns into such a doting father with his little sidekick, teaching him how to gush over mama, but how to pick daddy's side. oh his son is just his best friend! a little carbon copy of him down to the dimples. he takes him everywhere once he's about five, letting your son traverse the school with him if for no other reason than to boast over his spawn. he's such a little gentleman thanks to tips from daddy, picking fistfuls of dirt and dandelion to plop on the table while you're making dinner—eyes of blue you know all too well grinning up at you, a smile that's missing a tooth or two. "got you flowers mama!" he brags, stepping up on his helper's stool to get a look at what you're doing—stage one clinger and nosy freak like his dad. you giggle at the mess and nod, patting his hair and thanking him with kisses.

"what about my kisses?" your husband smirks, revealing a proper bouquet from behind his back as he peeks over your opposite shoulder. your giggles intensify as you give him the same treatment, letting satoru finish up the food so you could put your bouquet and your dandelions away in a vase.

"i wanna help you daddy!" the high pitched determination from your son has your heart melting, and satoru doesn't think he could get any happier.

that is until his first daughter is born. his son changed his life, but the little girl in his arms now has him sobbing as she bats white lashes up at him—he knows he'll never be the same person, now forever occupied with her safety and happiness, raising her to be a good person, a sweet and kind person like you. her big brother is just as invested, eager to help his tired parents and hardly complaining about the baby's crying. he wants to be a big man like daddy, so he'll follow satoru into her nursery and help give her bottles while you sleep, though satoru (jokingly) wishes he was old enough to change a diaper—you've created some dynamic shitters, not that your son was any better.

but oh how his daughter was his sunshine. such a delicate and powerful little thing too, he didn't even know how to treat her at first. with his son it was easy, he was unafraid. but with his daughter, he knows he'll be the example in her life and he's terrified to mess it up. but he gets the hang of it—and she absolutely adores her father.

maybe one of these days you'll get one that prefers you, though your son is quite the mommy's boy thanks to satoru's shining performance.

the girl though, all hopes of her being sweet and kind go out the window by the time she's four. she's a mouthy little thing, bossing around her big brother, who's definitely grown less charmed with being a big brother—only on the outside. he still adores his little sister, but he does roll his eyes when you tell him that you're pregnant with another girl.

the baby of the family, satoru bawls when he holds her yet again. she's just as strong and beautiful as his first two, but by far the biggest daddy's girl yet. she grows up under the protection of her older siblings—her big sister dresses her like her own personal babydoll and her big brother rescues her from such activities. she is sweet and lovely despite her siblings, and you think it's a miracle. that only lasts so long, though.

satoru spoils all of his kids, but his girls are so snotty by the time they reach puberty, no boys can even catch their attention. this was all to his design of course, he would not have his smart, strong, and talented girls bogged down by boy troubles, gag. as bratty as satoru was in high school, imagine two of them. as girls. yes.

the teenage sisters are closer than close—banding up against their annoying big brother when he comes by to poke at them, the once protector turned aggressor—though he would die for his sisters without a second thought.

don't even get me started on gojo's son. if the girls are bratty, satoru's carbon copy is entitled and smug, even more handsome than his dad thanks to your enhancements and the only next gen gojo man? he's intolerable by the time he graduates, and satoru is absolutely tickled about it—even asking for another baby as yours grow and prepare to leave the nest. he's a family man, and so so good with babies...you may just give into his wishes just to witness it some more. <3

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Merida

Merida placed the joss stick in its holder, as she did every day. The faint scent of incense invaded her nostrils, and she sneezed. This made the girl in front of her let out a little giggle. The pair sat there, contemplating the faintly burning joss stick.

"Thank you for putting that there. My parents never honored my choice of religion while I was alive. I'm glad someone does now," the ghost girl said, after a while. It was strange hearing such solemn words from what seemed to be a nine year old, but Merida was used to strange things. Ghosts always appeared as children, whether they died of old age or were stillborn. "I will not forget your kindness, Cazarsa. I owe you a boon. Should you ever be in need of help, simply call me."

Cazarsa. It always warmed her heart to hear the phrase. In the language of the dead, it vaguely meant 'ally', but with an air of gratitude and friendship. Ghosts did not use the phrase lightly. "It was my pleasure to help you. I hope the starlight shines on you as you dance beneath the full moon," Merida said politely.

"And I hope the sun warms your soul and Kurall favors you in all that you do," the ghost responded automatically, before bowing. Then Merida picked up her bag and headed off to school, leaving the graveyard as the grey morning light stole away the darkness of night. It was the time of the living, and the ghosts would soon be away, lest the exorcists catch them.

Merida Ryder spent her dawns and twilights helping the ghosts. Ofttimes, all they needed was something as small as a vase of flowers or a copy of the new reboot of their favorite show. They had come to accept her as a middleman, someone to guard them from the cold cruelties of the exorcists. She warned them of the approach of any exorcists, and they did not hunt the living. It created a peace most attributed to the nearly savage zeal with which the exorcists hunted ghosts.

Merida slipped between two cars, strolling up along the street that led to her secondary school. A few ghosts resided there, along with a spirit. They were the most frequent recipients of her gifts and assistance, for she needed their favors the most. The moment she walked through the school gates, she felt a presence at her side. 

Without looking at him, she said, "What's up, Hans?" Hans was the spirit, a strange creature that never showed his face. He and he alone traded in artifacts, requesting her to go through esoteric channels to find the most incomprehensible magical objects in existence. On the other hand, his favors were far more practical than most, especially for chasing off exorcists. Most exorcists had no interest in getting into a fight with a genuine spirit, since they were unable to bully them around. It meant the difference between a painful second death and afterlife for many ghosts, so Merida tried to keep a few of his favors on hand at all times.

Nevertheless, she never truly trusted the spirit, though she rather liked him. He was far too powerful to be lurking in the middle of nowhere twiddling his thumbs. "The exorcist has brought her weapons to school again. It seems she plans on killing someone today. You might want to warn the ghosts," Hans remarked blandly. 

"Thank you for the information." She had to get back into her school persona, she reminded herself sternly. It would not do for her sister to discover that she was the one feeding information about the exorcists to the ghosts, and speaking with the formality of the dead would give her away instantly. "Don't talk to me until after school. I don't wanna get caught by her."

As the presence left her side, Merida turned around. "Actually, could you warn them for me? I'm afraid I can't make my usual rounds. I forgot my homework at school yesterday." She felt him nod assent, then disappear.

The school was old, and with age came death. The ghost-mice scurried along the corridors, unbeknownst to the vast majority of the students, and Merida dropped crumbs for them as she went, crumbling the cookies for her lunch. "Go home, little ones. It's dangerous out here. The school exorcist is making her rounds," Merida murmured. The mice took the hint, disappearing into the walls and the pipes. Hopefully they would carry the message to all the other ghosts.

Keeping her eyes on the slate floor tiles, Merida hunched her shoulders and tried to blend into the crowd of youths who gabbled amongst each other and spilled drinks and had a deep-seated prejudice against the dead, never considering that they too would become ghosts one day. Grey locker doors swung open and closed, and Merida avoided them as she made her way to the hall. 

She settled down in a corner, trying to blend in with the faded white paint of the walls, praying that the exorcist would not find her. But she had neither the skill nor the luck of the ghosts, as Miranda Ryder, youngest exorcist in the 42nd Corps, approached her.

"I need you to be on your best behavior. I'm doing a presentation on exorcism today, and the press is coming to see it. I don't want you screwing it up again. Got it?" Merida shied away, glueing her eyes to the floor. 

"Look at me, damn it! Merida, this is important. There are more bigwigs coming here than I can shake a stick at. Even the head of my corps is coming here. This could mean a promotion!" Miranda all but shouted at her, and she curled up even tighter into a ball, closing her eyes tightly. The head of the corps? There were going to be far too many exorcists at the school for the number of ghosts Merida was trying to hide. It was dangerous, far too dangerous, and Merida felt her heart sink.

No matter what she did today, someone was going to die.

A sob caught her throat at the thought. "Stop that. You're not a little kid anymore. You don't get to throw tantrums every time you don't get your way," Miranda told her angrily, before striding off. Merida stopped her, terrified of what was to come.

"I want to help you. I'm sick of being in the background. Just let me be your assistant, just for a day?" If she could find out more, she might be able to minimize the loss of life. She might be able to avoid the piles of corpses, the dead who died again leaking ectoplasm. It had taken her weeks before she could get rid of the phantom sensation of sticky ectoplasm, and months to stop bursting into tears at the mere sight of the school last time.

Miranda raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You'd better not. In any case, I need to show that you're not the same batshit crazy bitch who threw a tantrum when we got rid of those pests at the school," she told Merida. "You really embarrassed me last time. Maybe this will make up for your idiocy."

Merida blinked back tears at the word 'pests', and kept her mouth shut. Monsters, she thought. How could anyone call a sentient being a pest? Even if they are dead, what does it matter? They still have feelings. Her fingers clenched the greying hand-me-down school skirt she wore. The blood flowing through her burned her flesh, bitter with anger.

But she could not hate the exorcists. She understood how dangerous the ghosts were. Part of her life, and Miranda's, involved stopping the ghosts from ripping open the guts of the living and feasting on them.

They both brought safety to the living, in polar ways. One with death, the other by preserving life. Of course, in the classic style of humanity, bloodshed was favored over the quiet negotiation and peace.

They walked up onto stage, and Miranda handed her a sheet of paper. "These are your lines. Don't fuck them up, got it?" Merida nodded dumbly. 

In front of them, the school's populace settled into their morning positions, a sea of white shirts and black pants. Merida pulled her eyes away from them to look at the script. It consisted of a few lines, mostly prompting segments of Miranda's speech. 

As she read further, she realized that Miranda planned on showing the school an actual demonstration of an exorcism, on an actual ghost. That pig-faced bitch! She's going to murder someone in front of us all?! And they will all applaud and cheer at the extermination of a monster… Merida had to do something. But what? 

The exorcist jostled her elbow, and Merida realized that they were starting. 

"Good morning everyone! I'm certain you all recognize me. I'm Miranda Ryder," Miranda said, before nudging her again.

Her line, according to the script, was 'and I'm (insert name)!' In a fit of pique, Merida said, "And I'm insert name!" 

A scattering of snickers gave Merida the courage to continue, taking over Miranda's lines. "On this fine, ever so sunny day, we are going to talk about the murder and torture of the dead! Or as you all call it, exorcism!" The lines were not strictly in the script, but Merida felt it summed up the content perfectly.

"And since I know you all know what exorcism is about, given how much they shove it down our throats, let's just skip to the fun bit, shall we?! We're going to do an elaborate ritual to kill an innocent ghost! I wonder who it is… Maybe one of your ancestors, or the soul of a beloved friend?" Miranda tried to cut in, livid at her for turning her speech into a train wreck, but Merida was on a roll. 

"While our beloved exorcist fetches the victim, I'll tell you the truth about ghosts, shall I? You know those stories about the dark times where ghosts stole away unsuspecting children, eating them alive?" Merida waited for them to nod, and they did. 

"Well, it was true. Ghosts do drink human blood. They do it to further their after-lives. They choose children because they look like children, and because children are easily manipulated. They get the child to trust them, then they take the child off to a dark corner and they drink their blood!" Miranda had stopped protesting, and was listening curiously.

"I was the victim of this when I was five. I made an imaginary friend, and followed him to the forest one day. If my sister had not saved me, I would have been devoured by a hungry ghost. Even as it is, I still have the scar," Merida said as she pulled up her shirt, exposing her midriff. It was covered in jagged scars, as though a chainsaw had scraped across her chest. A collective gasp resounded through the hall, as people gaped at the horrific evil of the ghosts.

"Guess you aren't gonna fuck this up again," Miranda muttered. "I'll bring the ghost out. I'm glad you've finally stopped being a fuckwit."

Merida ignored her. "These ghosts have done things to rival the cruelties of the most infamous serial killers. Worse, they exploit the very thing that makes children children; their innocence. These creatures are child predators! Wouldn't you agree?" 

There were wholehearted cheers from the teachers, many of whom had kids of their own. "Exterminate the ghosts!" Someone in the back cried.

"They're just like the human scum we give death sentences to, right?!" The response was deafening, and Merida was filled with horror at their support for mass genocide. These people… Do they not realize they are killing humans? Have they not made the connection? Simply because they are dead does not change the fact that they were human once! 

"That's because they are," Merida said. The half a thousand people in the room hushed, confused by the sudden turn. "These ghosts you hate so much are the very same serial killers that society reviles. Stop to consider. Ghosts are just the souls of the dead. Serial killers and rapists and general human scum have souls too, yes?" 

The people nodded uncertainly. Behind her, Miranda had stopped to listen, and Merida gestured for her to get a move on. She did, and Merida continued.

"And therein lies the problem. These disturbing crimes against humanity are being committed by a tiny portion of ghosts. Most ghosts, just like their living counterparts, simply want to live their after-lives in peace. An exorcist's job is to eradicate these evil ghosts."

She let them simmer in that, as Miranda wheeled a massive cage, made of cold iron, with a long velvet curtain draped over it. Its bars were wide and flat, covered in an enchantment meant to contain ghosts. Merida nearly gagged at the terrifying aura of the cage. It was slimy, like ectoplasm, and putrid, magical rot embedded into metal. It was a cage meant for cruelties, made to corrupt and corrode.

"Please, let me out," someone said from within. Merida recognized that voice immediately. It was the girl she had visited in the morning. 

As one, the audience gasped in excitement. Ghosts were normally only perceptible to children and those with magical talent. Merida placed her hands on the velvet cloth. "I'll get you out, miss. Just play along for now, okay?" The girl reached out to the small gap between the bars and touched Merida's hand. Her fingers were cold, even through the thick layer of velvet.

"I trust you, Cazarsa," the girl whispered. Internally, Merida cursed herself for forgetting to warn the ghosts beyond the school. They were in as much danger as the rest.

"Well, shall we?" Miranda gave her a tight-lipped smile, rightfully suspicious of her whispered communication with the ghost. Merida nodded.

Together, they dragged the curtain off the cage, revealing the ghost. She was an absolute mess, with ichor running down her cheeks, tears of the dead, and wide, terrified gray eyes. She floated in the center of the cage, curled into a foetal position in an attempt to get as far from the cage as possible. Merida felt horribly uncomfortable being in the vicinity of the cage. She could not imagine how infinitely worse the girl felt.

"Look at this horrible criminal! This peddler of evil, participant in the most vile of sins! Dearest sister, will you please tell us all what crimes this inhuman filth has committed?" Merida placed as much emphasis on the 'crime' the girl had committed as possible. If they saw she was innocent, Merida might be able to convince the exorcists to let the ghosts be, if only for a while. 

Maybe there was a chance to stop the bloodshed.

Miranda instantly saw the minefield she had set up. Her eyes hardened, lips flattening into a line. She said nothing.

"I will tell you what I did to deserve this," the ghost girl said, uncurling herself. Her tattered clothes were stained with ichor and ectoplasm, and her eyes were red from crying, but she still managed a semblance of dignity. 

"What are you doing?! Get down!" Merida hissed urgently at her. She was going to ruin the entire thing!

"No, Cazarsa. I must speak. My horrible crime, as you put it, was being young and stupid. I was a drug addict, a New Age fool who thought getting high was the key to enlightenment. I had a teenage rebellion, went for the religion that seemed most likely to piss off my parents, and joined a community of equally foolish youth. Some of the adults in this room might remember doing the same."

"The only difference is, I did not survive. It was two days from my coming of age, when I got run over. I was in the middle of the road, higher than the top of a skyscraper, when I got hit by a man rushing his pregnant wife to hospital. I did not come back to haunt them. I do not hold a grudge against them."

"Yes, I did drugs. Yes, I did stupid things. But I paid for them in blood and the tears of my loved ones. I came back for them, to say sorry, to tell them that I had been stupid. I do not care that they did not respect my religion, or even acknowledge my presence at the funeral. But I forgive them."

"I am not a ghost of revenge, or of evil. I am a ghost of regret, one made to sit and contemplate my own foolishness for the rest of eternity, to find peace and lead others to it. That is my crime, if you so wish to prosecute me for it," The girl spoke eloquently, projecting her voice throughout the room. There was no way anyone could not have heard it, and Merida thanked Ina for her mercy. 

The room had fallen completely silent, all eyes and ears on the ghost girl. The cameras of the journalists were pointed right at them, and Merida knew she had scored a point for ghostkind. 

Finally, someone said, "That's not a crime at all!" 

"Yeah! She's a good person!"

"Let go of her!"

Echoes of the sentiment reverberated around the room. Merida turned to the girl and raised an eyebrow.

"I used to win prizes for my public speaking and impromptu speeches," she admitted sheepishly. 

"Thank Ina for that," Merida whispered, then corrected herself. "Kurall, I mean." 

Miranda surveyed the hall with a poker face. "You knew this was going to happen," she said accusingly.

"I did not. All I know is that I cannot let the exorcists to continue harming innocents, whether they are alive or dead," Merida replied.

"This time you've gone too far. You're a traitor to your own kind, and I'm going to stop you," Miranda snarled, pulling a gun out of her jacket.

Everything happened in a blur. Merida instinctively ducked as the gun fired, diving towards the floor, but she was not fast enough. Sharp, bloody pain filled her shoulder.

Merida looked up, confused and in agony. "You shot me! But… I'm your sister!" 

Miranda stared down at her with dead eyes. "Not anymore," she said dispassionately. She lowered the gun slightly, aiming it at Merida's head. 

This is the end, Merida thought. I knew someone was going to die. I just never expected it to be me. But I cannot give up. I must not. Nobody will protect the ghosts otherwise. I can't try to be peaceful anymore. Not unless I want them to keep massacring the innocent.

Someone's going to die today, and it's going to have to be my sister. The thought, horrible and wrong as it was, gave her the will to move. 

Merida was not a trained fighter, or a magician. She had never seen the point in learning magic, unless it was to help or to heal. But she did learn to enhance her speed and endurance. She was long and lanky, and being able to run from the graveyard to the school in five minutes seemed like an excellent idea. She was glad she learnt to do so, because it was the only thing that could save her.

She slammed into Miranda, tackling her legs even as her shoulder screamed in agony. The gun went off as Miranda went down, and a second source of pain shot up her leg, and she clung on to her consciousness. She had to finish it. The world seemed to become smaller, encompassing only the two sisters and their struggle. 

Miranda slapped her, sharp nails raking across her face as Merida slapped the gun out of her other hand. They fought bitterly, like all siblings did. The only difference was that it was life and death, rather than a squabble over the last slice of cake. The gun skidded out of range, leaving the two of them to fight it out with their fists and teeth.

Merida thrashed like a fish in a net, ignoring the throbbing wounds that tried to claim her attention. I have to finish this, she told herself. I must finish this. She tried to drag herself to the gun with her uninjured arm, clawing desperately. Just before she could reach it, the gun floated out of her range.

"Hello there, Merida," Hans said with his typical cheer. "Need some help?"

Merida gritted her teeth. She did not know if she was glad to see him, irritated, or too pained too care. She suspected it was the latter. "Pass me the damn gun. And hurry up about it!" 

Behind her, Miranda was stumbling to her feet, clutching a broken wrist. She looked like a reanimated corpse from a zombie movie, complete with gratituous gore. Unfortunately, most of it was Merida's. 

"Are you sure? I mean… She is your sister," he said skeptically. All the same, he tossed the gun to her.

Merida's mind flashed back to what Miranda had told her. _Not anymore, huh?_ She raised the gun, cocked it.

Miranda had just enough time for her mind to register that she was about to get shot. She raised her hands, a futile gesture. The bullet went straight past them, penetrating the spot between her eyes. 

The world seemed to slow. Blood blossomed out of the wound, the flower of Death opening for the briefest of moments. Miranda's eyes were wide with horror, caught in that moment for eternity. Her mouth was open slightly. She looked the very picture of shock.

Merida wanted to feel sorry for her, like she had for the dead ghosts, but she could not. All she could think about was how the exorcist got what she deserved. Or, as Ina had put it, karma had come to bite her in the ass. _Those ghosts had the same expression when they died too. That or relief that their torment was finally over. _

Then time resumed on its normal course, and Miranda fell backwards, dead as the ghosts she had failed to kill. Maybe she would become one. That would be truly ironic. 

Merida turned back to Hans. "I guess you only owe me two favors now," she said calmly.

"I guess so," he replied, sounding unnerved. It took a lot to disturb a spirit. They were notorious for having no empathy. If Merida had been in any proper state of mind, she would have been horrified. But she was not. So she did not care.

She stumbled to her feet, numbly ignoring the pain that racked her leg as she put her weight on it, and hobbled over to the cage. The girl was still floating in the middle of it.

She fiddled with the latch, which needed no key, and released her. Merida's vision was slowly going black from the blood loss. And the trauma of watching her own sister die (albeit indirectly) at her hands, though she would never admit it.

The last thing she remembered doing was kneeling over her not-sister dumbly.

[okkalo]

hello kalo, happy 1k followers! i hope i can participate in your event, i would like to request a matchup for blue lock <33 i'm more of a quiet and calm person, especially around people i'm not familiar with or comfortable with. it takes me a bit to warm up to new people since at times i don't know what to say and i'm wary with who i let in my circle. if i don't like someone then i just don't interact with them, but i will make fun of them with my bestie if they say or do something stupid. with like friends and family i let loose and like to joke around and be playful with them. i'm reliable and good at giving advice. i comfort others by making them laugh or giving them a hug. lately, i've been into exercising again. i'm pretty lazy, so having someone to motivate me or tell me to get my ass up is a huge help, which is why i exercise with my sister. but don't nag me bc i hate that sm, it makes me not wanna do stuff even less or i won't do it out of spite. i love listening to music, you'll catch me always having my earbuds in. does day dreaming count as a hobby? because i do a lot of that. i also like playing video games, reading and watching movies. last time i checked my mbti is intj and if you're into zodiac signs, im a capricorn. one thing i love is spring. i'm not sure if it's because of the weather or the vibes but i just feel really happy during spring and feel like i could do anything. i also look forward to the carnival that comes to my town every spring. my ideal date would be going to an amusement park, trying a new restaurant or going to the movies! preferably a horror movie so i can have someone to cling on, if i get scared.

hi anon! thank you so much for the request and i hope you enjoy your matchup 🫶

𝗶 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲 ₊˙♡﹗

𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 : yukimiya from blue lock

you’re the sweet personality he looks for in someone! he especially loves how good you are at comforting and giving advice! the only issue is that…he’s not the best with horror movies. he’ll do everything else with you, however!

“hi, love,” a sudden mumble came from behind you before you were encased in an one-armed hug from behind. the sudden contact made you jump from surprise—not expecting your boyfriend to be picking you up so soon. you were still finishing getting ready for a date he had planned to go to a new restaurant in the city.

“kenyu!” came your surprised voice as you tried to turn to meet his gaze. it was a futile attempt as he had already nestled in close to your neck, pressing a light kiss behind your ear.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled sheepishly before pulling away from your form. instead, he had moved in front of you and offered you a small bouquet of tulips. his smile was bright and unbelievably sweet, rivaling the beauty of the tulips. “got these for you since they reminded me of you.”

“you didn’t need to do that,” you replied with a smile of your own, his smile being far too contagious not to spread. once you took the flowers into your hands you couldn’t help but notice how the flowers had already been prepped, already ready to be put in a vase. he really was sweet.

“i just wanted to,” he easily responded with a shake of his head, implying that it was no problem whatsoever. “you look amazing. i’ll wait for you to finish up,” he spoke softly, almost too soft for this world. he then leaned down, placing a light peck to your cheek before taking the bouquet and walking off, probably to display them for you, saving you the work. much too soft and sweet for this world.

[harveybwabbit92]

[R/n is watching her siblings again this time they're at her place. Tregear is in his doll form watching from out of sight, as R/n tries to keep the kids entertained, (readers siblings are like ten years younger then her (Reader is in her mid-twenties.) the oldest a boy is eleven and the youngest is a girl whose 4.)]

Bro/n (brother's name): Can you do the science thing again?

[Tregear peeked out from behind a vase when he heard 'Science' and was curious what R/n has been showing her siblings.]

Sis/n {Sister's name}: Whaz that?

Bro/n: She can make gummy bears scream and blow up like fireworks!

R/n: I'm not really blowing them up the sugar in the gummies goes through a rapid oxidation reaction when in contact with the potassium perchlorate.

Sis/n, jumping up excitedly: I wanna see the flower works!

R/n: Okay, but we're doing it outside and don't touch anything unless I say so, Remember the Soda can engine?

{R/n and her sister look at their brother who looks at his feet ashamed.}

[R/n goes into the apartment third bedroom that's been converted into a lab, she grabbed an ignition tube, some tongs, ring stand and a flame torch; then some safety goggles, and a bottle of potassium perchlorate. R/n paused when she realized she would have to steal some of Tregear's candy, she quickly searched his stash, found what she was looking for and wrote an IOU.]

[meanwhile Tregear had seated himself on the window sill in the backyard and watched R/n set up an outdoor lab, she prepared and heated up the potassium needed for the experiment.]

R/n, to her siblings: Watch the bear! *drops the gummy bear into the tube*

{Bro/n and Sis/n watch in awe sparks began shooting out from the tube and making a screaming noise as the bear started to burn away in the solution, when the tube was cooled enough and smoking stopped used the tongs and showed her sibling the mess left at the bottom of the tube.]

Sis/n, scrunches up her nose: Ew.

Bro/n, grimaces: it's like that time dad for got about those eggs in the back of the fridge for three months...

{When R/n's parents came to pick her siblings up, Sis/n told them all about the magic screaming banana bears, Bro/n and R/n clarified what she was talking about and had a little laugh about it.]

Dad/n (Dad name): While at least this time there wasn't any steam powered soda cans involved...

Bro/n, as they're leaving: I forgot to open and empty one of the cans and it exploded, sue me!

{The front door closes and Tregear comes out of hiding.]

Tregear: So, It's not all just rotting cadavers and formaldehyde floating around in that head of yours? Color me impressed.

R/n: I told you I was Chemical physics major, before switching over to forensic science.

Tregear: I know, though... I'd wish you'd tell me why you decided to switch paths so suddenly.

R/n:

Tregear: R/n?

R/n: It's still to early for that, but I'll tell you when I'm ready, just not now.

{R/n goes to clean up the back yard, while Tregear goes over to the home phone he goes through the contacts before landing on the one person that could help him solve this mystery: Belial's reader.]

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{I'm gonna have to start making temp ocs or start putting place holder names (Like Jane doe, Mary roe...etc, etc.) for one of the reader's when they appear together in one snippet.]

{My little cousin used miscall fireworks as Flower works when we were kids.]

[woos-lil-oreo]

Love Scene

Pairing: Song Min Gi x Female! Reader

Word Count: approximately 3.1k words

Warnings: Slight Voyeurism???, Mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing/swearing, biting, spitting, Reader is a slight pillow princess, UNPROTECTED SEX (plastic wrap your peenie weenies), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, slight use of pet names... I think that's it.

Author's Note: Most of this is a BIG self-indulgence XD and that Mingi gif always get me going... AnYwAyS, This fic is NSFW!!!! If you are uncomfy, do not read! If I miss anything, please tell me. If you wanna join the taglist, send me an ask and let me know. Don't steal... all that ✨ jazz ✨ music. Drink your water and enjoy my dirty lil harlots 😉

Taglist: @shusan @woowommy @ceopjy @joongsprincess @yunhofingers

Intro and Masterlist ✨

This is the happiest day of your life. You are dolled up in a beautiful snow-white dress decorated in speckled sequins and intricate rhinestone designs.

Your makeup is simple yet glamourous with a simple natural smoky eye with a shimmer in the inner corners. There is this aural glow of happiness around you, and you genuinely feel like a princess.

You are standing in front of your handsome fiancée with your hands holding each other, who is decked out in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt accented with a deep royal blue tie and shiny black Oxfords.

Hongjoong’s friend, Maddox, recites the point in the script where the vows would be repeated by you and your soon to be husband.

The vows. A spiritual binding of words that will connect the two of you until the end of eternity… or until you two get tired of each other, whichever comes first.

As you repeat after Maddox, Mingi’s eyes glisten with tears of joy. As much as he willed himself not to, one little miscreant of a tear dared to fall. You drop one of your hands to go wipe the tear stream off of his cheek.

The guests proceed to awe in adoration. Seonghwa fans his eyes to prevent his tears from falling, while Hongjoong is sporting a runny nose and a giant crocodile tear down his cheek, clinging to Seonghwa’s shoulder.

As you listen to Mingi recite his vows, tears start to well up in your eyes. You grip Mingi’s hand a little tighter to calm yourself because your makeup is beautifully done, and you’d be damned if you let a teardrop and a dried tear stain appear on your cheek. Jae-hee would have your ass. You got through the ceremony without tears!

“By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Maddox proclaims. You turn to Mingi, who now has one of the brightest smiles ever on his face, and he leaves a nice, sweet, lingering peck on your lips, still holding your hands.

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that!” Wooyoung screams out, earning himself a nice smack to the forehead from Yeosang. Wooyoung winces and rubs the spot while the guests laugh at their interaction and turn back to you when Mingi lets go of your hand and smirks.

Mingi pulls you to his chest, grabs you by the waist – pulling you close to him – and kisses you. As the kiss gets deeper, he places his hand on your cheek – steadying your head, and your hands work their way to the back of his head.

The crowd begins to root the two of you on, and Jae-hee screams out, “You guys are literally about to get a room!” You both pull away from each other and look at your husband. Mingi has a very thin layer of shimmer lip gloss on his mouth, and his cheeks and the tips of his ears are red.

A now very flustered and blushy boi Maddox quickly recollects himself from what he just witnessed and mutters, “They don’t pay me enough,” with a chuckle before he announces, loud and proud, “I-I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Song Min Gi!”

Everyone stands up from their seats and creates a round of applause as the newlywed couple leads the processional to the area where the wedding party, which is beautifully attired in soft peach pink dresses and deep royal sapphire blue accented suits, is to take pictures of one of the most important days you will never forget.

~25 minutes later~

The host has completed the introductions for the most chaotic wedding party that has ever existed, and everyone is getting to their seats in the venue.

The reception hall is absolutely stunning! The same colors of the wedding party are accented with gold. Diamonds are loosely scattered across the table, tealight candles alit floating in water vases, giving the room a soft glow in addition to the dimmed lighting.

The caterers are dressed in a clean white shirt, a black vest, and slacks. The guys have a royal blue sleeve garter, and the girls a soft peach one.

Once everyone has settled at their tables, Jae-hee and Yunho approach the front of the makeshift stage to make their toasts as Maid of Honor and Best Man.

Jae-hee grabs the microphone first, and she is already tearing up, and she is usually not one for emotion often. “Y/N, we have been friends for so long… we are practically sisters. I’ve watched you grow into a beautiful and confident woman… and even though I put you through some shit….” All of ATEEZ shakes their head and groan in agreement, and the rest of the guests laugh in response.

Jae-hee rolls her eyes and continues. “I’m so happy that you have found the love of your life and that I wasn’t the first to get married.” You roll your eyes and get up to hug her, and she meets you halfway. While in her embrace, she whispers, “I love you, baby girl,” and you respond with the same hushed tone, “I love you, too,” letting one measly tear run.

You two kiss each other’s cheek, and you return to your seat, and Jae-hee returns to the stage. She grabs Yunho’s handkerchief to dab away her tears before they fall through mascara. “Mingi, I officially welcome you into the messy integration that is our family.” Mingi chuckles and nods in response.

The mic is passed to Yunho. “Mingi, you have grown into an immaculate young man who is decorated with accomplishments and people who love you. I’m really proud of you, and I wish you two the best of luck. Y/N, I have watched you become each other’s yin and yang. You may be a bit of a handful,” you roll your eyes and chuckle. “… But we love you so much, and we welcome you into our quote – end quote ‘messy integration that is our family.’” Yunho walks over to give you a kiss on the cheek, and bro hugs Mingi.

“Cheers!” After an emotional toast from Hongjoong and Seonghwa, it was time for the party to begin, and I mean both aspects of the term. Which explains why you are now seated in a chair in the middle of the dance floor. Mingi is standing across from you with a slightly evil glint in his eye.

Hope You Do by Chris Brown blares through the speakers in the venue. You immediately cover your warm cheeks with your hands to conceal the blush and warmth there, knowing what is to come. Mingi starts to remove his suit jacket… and Yeosang, Yunho, and surprisingly, Jongho remove their coats as well.

As the trio wines and grinds on the floor behind the Groom, Mingi moves closer towards you to go and remove your garter.

When he reaches you, he does not even take the time to bunch up your dress and goes straight into hunting for the garter. His big hands rub around the top of your knees to find it.

When he does, he drops his hands to the floor to give himself leverage. He proceeds to leave a speckled trail of kisses up your leg and bites right below the garter, causing you to yelp in surprise and the crowd to holler out.

Mingi drags the garter down your leg to your ankle and removes it from your foot. At this point, there is a tension between you two that begs and pleads to be relieved.

Mingi stands to his feet, grabbing your hands to guide you straight up off the chair. You two make eye contact, and you can see the tension. “Alright young bachelorettes, come out to the floor and catch you a bouquet!” The host says in the mic, and all the women move to the floor, ready to start drinking, the actual after-party, and the real fun.

When all participants are on the floor, you pretend to throw the bouquet to keep them on edge. After a few false turns, you finally throw, and Jae-hee sprints to the front to catch it effortlessly.

“Yeahhh bitches, I’m next to get married!!!” She jumps up and down as you laugh and the other ladies leave the floor.

The host announces that it is the fellas’ turn to come out on the floor. It was not as many males as females, but there was a good amount present. Mingi played the same card as you: pretending to throw the garter until he did.

In an ironic twist of events, Jongho caught it on the top of his head like a flower crown. When he patted his head to confirm he sort of caught it, he made eye contact with Jae-hee.

They both quickly look away with a bright pink flush on their cheeks, which causes you and Mingi to laugh together. He wraps his arms across your shoulder blades and squeezes your shoulder. You look at him questioningly, and he nods to the door. You nod and grab his hand, running to the back door with your husband.

Seonghwa will have your ass for running out and leaving him and Hongjoong to clean up your mess, but that is a tomorrow problem, and you have more… pressing matters to deal with.

Mingi is flying down the street with you in the back seat to compensate room for your dress. As he tries to get to your home without getting a ticket, you untie his tie and proceed to rub down his chest, slow and meticulously popping one button after another.

Before you could decorate his neck in pretty little hickeys and love bites, the car jerks to a stop, and he power strides to your door and opens it. He grabs you in his arms bridal style out of the vehicle.

You were surprised at how easy he made that look, especially with all of the extra fluff on your dress. He carries you into the threshold with ease, kissing you as if his life depends on it.

When Mingi blindly finds your room, he puts you down on your feet, spins you around, and begins to unzip your dress. He kisses under your ear and down your neck as your dress pools around your feet. He breaks away to rest his forehead on yours.

“As much I would love to pound you into the mattress right now, I would like for our first time as a married couple to be gentle,” he breathes out. You nod your head, and he slowly turns you around to unclip the black strapless bra, allowing your breasts to drop.

He returns his mouth back to your neck and softly twists your nipple between his fingers, eliciting tingles to run all over your body. As good as the feeling was, you remove Mingi’s hand and spin around to face your husband. You walk backward until the back of your legs hit the mattress and lean back.

MIngi crawls on top of you and slowly kisses you. You can feel the passion and love through it, causing you to shiver. Mingi, once again, pulls away from you to drag your black lace panties down your legs. He throws them across the room and stands from the bed, peeling away the dress shirt you opened in the car.

The shirt drops to the floor, and he begins to unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the floor. The pants come next, along with the boxer briefs, and they pooled around his ankles. You bite your finger and lick your lips with lust-darkened eyes as you are being blessed with this private show.

Mingi returns to your V of your legs and brings your ankle to his mouth, leaving delicate kisses down the inner side of your leg until he reaches the inner thigh, where he leaves a bite – causing you to giggle and squirm a bit.

He lifts himself to where his penis grazes your labia. He rubs the tip along your slit and teases the tip inside of your core. “You ready, baby?” He sticks the reddened tip inside, just to pull it back out, and repeats this a couple times until you are a whining and moaning little mess. He finally pushes his dick past the tip and slowly moves into you, allowing you to feel every vein and ridge of his cock.

You moan in relief and very, very, VERY slight pain due to his girth, and Mingi doesn’t stop until he is at the hilt, meeting you pelvis to pelvis. He doesn’t move for a second, trying to collect himself before he busts in you from the tightness of your honey pot. You shiver as he pants in your neck, leaving goosebumps wherever his warm minty breath hits.

You grind your hips around, signaling that you have adjusted to his size, and he moans out at the action. He begins to pump inside very slowly in and out of you, with his brows scrunched and his bottom lip being bitten.

You hear the squelching noises from his slow pace. When you started getting louder, Mingi moves a bit faster, seeing that you are slowly reaching your orgasm, and frankly, so is he. “Baby, I love you so much,” he mutters like a mantra as he helps you both reach new heights.

You two have made love before, but never to this extent. After every mutter, your heart from knowing that this is the man you will spend the rest of your life with. You place your hand on the back of Mingi’s neck to kiss him, but before your lips could make contact, Mingi stops.

He licks the base of his thumb and places a firm pressure on your clitoris, and then kisses you, his tongue swirling around your own. You two are seeing specks of light under your eyelids from cumming so hard. It may not have been anything degrading, rough or intense in that sense. Still, it was absolutely beautiful joining souls with your lover.

~The Next Morning~

You wake up feeling floaty, like you are lying on a cloud. Your husband is asleep with his arm draped around your waist. As you face Mingi, his features are soft, and it looks like he is in bliss. You place your hand on his cheek and caress the apple.

When you are done admiring your husband, you carefully move his arm to his side to make breakfast. You are successful in not waking Mingi and hop out of bed, still naked from last night’s escapades. “Wow, it feels nice to say that,” you think as you grab your husband’s dress shirt and run to the bathroom to clean Mingi’s cum that has dripped down your leg.

~A few minutes later~

You are now in the kitchen, whipping up some waffle batter. The table is decorated with a nicely plated array of bacon and a bowl of freshly washed and cut fruit. You finish plugging in the waffle iron when your husband wraps his arms around your shoulders and spins you around.

He quickly lifts you on the counter. “Good morning, Mrs. Song.” He says huskily from his morning voice. You try to reply with a greeting, but Mingi catches the words in your mouth. Your lips are smashed together from Mingi’s fervency, and his long and slender fingers start to move down to your hole.

“Oh my goodness, babe. You’re so wet for me.” He teased. You moan out while he rubs your entrance, spreading your slick up and down. “You like this, don’t you?” He asks when he pushes a finger in, causing you to scream in response. “Those weren’t proper words, but I’ll take it.” He responds while adding another finger in and drastically changing his pace. You cry out due to the incredible speed. Mingi looks up at you.

Your head is tilted back, tiny pants coming from your mouth, and hands grabbing the counter as if to ground yourself. Mingi lets a drop of spit fall from his mouth and adds another finger to add more lubrication and bring you closer to climax.

You start to squirm on the counter, which is now soaked in your fluids, and whimper softly. A telltale sign that you are almost there; you just need that one little push. Mingi kneels down to be face to face with your cunt, and he stares at your dripping core as if he was hypnotized by how well you are taking his digits.

A loud moan from you knocks him out of his trance, and he adds one more finger and starts to apply suction on your button. A blinding white light flashes behind your eyelids, and a fuzzy warmth roams all over your body.

You breathe heavily from your high, and Mingi slows his speed, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. He slowly removes his fingers, causing you to whimper from overstimulation, and brings them to your mouth.

You immediately open your mouth to welcome in the appendages and begin to suck them as if your life depends on it. The spit dribbles from your mouth down your chin and along Mingi’s forearm. He gently pulls at your jaw to open your mouth and spits in your mouth.

“Swallow.” He growls, and you do not think twice about disobeying him. He returns to kiss you, mixing your natural taste with your juices and his tongue.

He pulls away, and your fucked out state is adorable: your eyes are dilated from here to Hell, saliva glistening your chin, your cheeks are heavily flushed, and your ass is drenched with your cum.

“If this is what I wake to every morning, I’m not complaining.” Mingi chuckles. “You didn’t even get to have breakfast yet.” You laughed. He looks with an eyebrow raised… “Oh, you meant actual food?” You nod your head.

“As long as I have you, I don’t think I’ll need anything else.” He cheesily says. “Yeah, sure, that’s not what your body will be saying.” You retaliate as you jump off the counter, cringing when you hear your butt peel off the corner from your juices.

Mingi laughs, grabs some paper towels to clean that. When he’s done, he washes his hands and proceeds to help you cook so you two can build the stamina to christen the rest of your home together. Well, christen is not the right word… more like fuck like rabbits until the morning light returns.

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[study-coffee-chicago]

Seasons of Med: Season 5 & Seasons of PD: Season 7: Necrotizing Fasciitis Scare (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

Your age: 18

Jay's age: 32

Will's age: 34

"I am going to get you to understand football at this game come hell or high water," Jay told you as you said that you really didn't understand anything about football while Kevin tried to hook up the tv. Kelly threw Jay the football and Jay caught it.

"Hell or high water, huh?" you asked. "Did you just turn southern? Isn't that a southern phrase?"

"I can say whatever I want, thank you were much. Now catch." He threw you the football and you caught it easily.

"Kelly, I can't promise this is gonna be a good throw, so be ready to move," you told him as you threw the football to him. He had to jump to the left and jump high to catch it.

"Y/N, you suck at this," he laughed.

"I know."

"Jay, teach your sister how to throw a football, will you?"

He threw the ball back to Jay.

All of you were currently at Soldier Field to watch the Bears' game on a Friday afternoon. Will was originally going to go with Jay and you were going to study for your biology class, even though it was summer. You had decided to take a summer biology class so then you wouldn't have to deal with it during the fall and winter semesters when you'd be drowning in homework with other classes...and you figured you could do this one in the summer because you had heard horror stories of how hard this specific professor at CCU was. Luckily for you, Will was a doctor and could help you understand those damn diagrams that always gave you trouble.

Anyway, Will was going to come, but he got put on the schedule last minute, so Jay dragged you here even though you didn't know the slightest bit about football. Hell, you didn't even have any Bears gear to wear! Jay had given you one of his hats to wear with the promise that he'd get it back.

"Y/N!" Hailey yelled to you. "Wanna run to Mama Garcia's food truck with me?"

"Yes!" you exclaimed.

"Hailey," Jay whined. "I was just about to teach her how to throw a football."

"Halstead, if she doesn't know yet, I'm sure you can wait a few minutes. Now, I need my Spanish-speaking Halstead to come with me."

You had taken AP Spanish last year and had gotten a good enough grade on the AP exam to give you twelve college credits. This was partly thanks to Mama Garcia. You had been studying in her restaurant one night when you asked her a question about a tense. She explained it and then said that if you ever wanted to practice speaking Spanish and make some money at the same time, that you could work or her under the table. You took her up on that offer and your Spanish improved immensely.

Once you got up to the window of the food truck, you ordered a big batch of tamales in Spanish and then translated how much it was to Hailey. Then, you and Hailey went back to Jay and the rest of all your brother's first responder friends.

Kelly was yelling at Stella, Hailey, and you not to break into the tamales before the burgers were done, but you all didn't listen and each grabbed one out of the box.

You were in the middle of eating yours when you heard a scream.

You went towards the scream along with Jay, Natalie, and Kelly, but Jay made sure you stayed behind him. But, this didn't block your entire view, though.

You looked down at this man's leg. It was red and it looked like there was a giant gash on his shin with puss, blood, and flesh coming out. Things were moving underneath the skin. He was seizing and he kept saying BRT.

It was all too much. You took the Bears hat off.

"Y/N, I need you to get away from this. Whatever this guy has, I don't want you to--"

Jay didn't even finish his sentence before you vomited into that he had let you use, using it as a makeshift bowl for your puke.

He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side after you finished emptying that tamale you had started eating into his hat.

"You done? You good?" Jay asked.

You coughed and then wiped your mouth. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry about your hat. I just- I don't like blood and that was nasty."

"I know. I think everyone's going to Med, so we'll run to the bathroom so we can throw away my hat now and you can rinse out your mouth. I think I have gum in my truck."

"Okay. Be glad I had the smart idea to puke into that hat, though. Or else it probably would've gone on you."

"Yeah, but I lost a nice hat in the process," Jay said as he rolled his eyes and you two made your way towards the bathrooms.

***

"It's necrotizing fasciitis," Will said. Everyone looked at him with a blank expression.

"Flesh-eating bacteria," you supplied.

"Wow, where'd you learn that, Short Stack?" Will asked.

"Can you not call me that? I'm eighteen! And, I learned it by watching Untold Stories of the ER."

"Junior doctor on our hands I think, Jay. And, you're still shorter than me and Jay so I can call you that, thank you very much."

"After her puking just at the sight of that, yeah, no way she's becoming a doctor," Jay said. "Anyway, the victim?"

"Right, sorry. Your victim had necrotizing fasciitis, more commonly known as, as Y/N said, flesh-eating bacteria. And, don't worry, it's not contagious. Only about four in a million people get it each year," Will explained.

"So, how do you get nec..." Kelly trailed off, not knowing the correct pronunciation.

"Necrotizing fasciitis. It enters through a break in the skin and just destroys the tissue under the epidermis. It--"

"The epidermis is the first layer of the skin," you said, reciting something you had learned in your biology class.

"Yes, it's the first layer of skin. But, as I was saying, it would really help us treat this guy if we knew who he was," Will finished after your interruption.

"I can't open a case file without a crime," Jay started, "but I'll see if I can run prints and check traffic cam footage. Maybe make out some sort of ID."

After a few minutes, everyone's panic had died down and you and Kelly were sitting down next to each other. He was trying to explain football to you even though you really couldn't care less. Meanwhile, Jay was about to make a phone call when Will motioned him over.

"Yeah?" Jay asked.

"You or Y/N have any contact with the victim? And, if you did, do you or her have any breaks in the skin?" Will asked, clearly worried about his younger siblings.

"No, we didn't have any contact. Just had Y/N puke in my hat I let her borrow," Jay answered.

"Okay, good. But, as I said, necrotizing fasciitis is rare, so you two should be fine. I gotta get back, but call if you find out anything on the victim."

"Will do. Remember to wear your gloves." Will rolled his eyes. "What? You just said it enters through breaks in the skin."

"You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"

"One of my many talents."

***

"Hey, I'm leaving," Jay told you around noon the next day, poking his head into your bedroom while you stared at your lab lectures, trying to remember all the diagrams and pictures you'd need to help you identify body parts on your next lab practical.

"Okay, I'm going to the lab around 2:00 to study. That way I can actually see that stuff as I'll see it on the lab practical," you told him, not even looking up from your notes.

"Okay, be safe." He picked up Beary, who was leaning up against a pillow next to you, in a graduation gown and cap outfit. "Beary, can you make sure she takes breaks?" Then, his voice changed into his baby voice, what he always pretended was Beary's voice. "Oh, yes, Jay. I'll make sure she takes breaks while you're gone."

You laughed and reached out and took Beary from him. "Get outta here, you goon."

"Love you, too!" Jay called as he left your room.

You fixed Beary's cap and set him down, remembering when you got the outfit for him as you stared at diagrams.

"You ready, graduate?" Jay asked as he knocked on your door.

"Jay, I swear to God if you call me graduate one more time..." you said as you opened the door.

"You'll what?" he taunted.

"You know what, I don't know, but you won't like it. Are my bobbi pins noticeable?" you asked, referring to the bobbi pins you had pinned down to keep your blue graduation cap in place.

"Nope. You're good. Ready?"

"Ready."

You walked into the kitchen, to be met with Will. And behind him on the kitchen table was a vase of blue and white flowers, which were your school colors, and Beary leaning up against said flowers, wearing a blue graduation cap and gown. Just like you.

You laughed. "I cannot believe you guys."

"Hey," Will started, "Beary got a little backpack on your first day of kindergarten. Only fair that he gets a cap and gown on your graduation."

"Did you use the gift card from Mom?" you asked, referring to the one you had found in the letters to each of you that Will had found when you were cleaning out your dad's house after he died.

"We did," Jay confirmed. "Now, I need you to hold Beary in one hand and hold this picture." He handed you a photo of you with your little backpack on and Beary with his that your mom had taken of you on the front porch on your first day of kindergarten, right before Jay had surprised you by coming home from deployment early.

"Why do I need both?" you asked curiously.

"I saw this thing on Pinterest--"

"Wait!" Will exclaimed. "You have a Pinterest?"

"No," Jay scoffed. "But Hailey does. And she sent me a picture of something she thought you should do for your graduation pictures. You hold up a picture of you on your first day of school when you were little while you're wearing your cap and gown and then I take a picture of you. Since Beary was in that picture, I thought he could be in this one, too."

You grabbed Beary and allowed him to take the pictures. Now it was time to tell the news to your mom and dad.

***

"You won't believe what Will and Jay decided they just needed to get me," you said as you stood in front of your parents' headstone with Beary hidden behind your back. Will and Jay were over by a big tree talking amongst themselves so you could have some privacy. You pulled Beary from behind your back. "They got me a cap and gown for him because they said it was only fair because Beary got a backpack on my first day of school. And, since it's my last day of school, he should get a cap and gown, too.

"Also, which one of you called Will and Jay graduate all day on the day of their graduation? Because Jay won't stop calling me that and it's kinda getting on my nerves. Pretty sure it was you, Mom."

You sighed. "I wish you guys were here. Jay told me all about how you made him a special breakfast when he graduated and then went out for lunch before the actual graduation because the senior all-nighter was after. I don't know where we're going for our senior all-nighter, but I hope it's not boring. I've heard that a few years ago, some kids said theirs was super boring. I really don't want that. But, I'm glad that I could convince Will and Jay not to be chaperones for whatever my senior all-nighter is. I love them and all, but they can be a bit too overprotective at times.

"God, you guys should be here. Dad, I know you weren't the best, but you were trying. And, I'm sure if Mom was here, she'd make sure you behaved, because Mom would say it was a big day and that you couldn't be arguing with Jay." You laughed. "I can only imagine what it would look like with Jay on one side of you, Mom, and Dad on the other and you scolding both of them for fighting. Then, they'd both probably sit back and cross their arms. And, because of this, you'd probably say that I'm your favorite child."

"Alright," Jay laughed as he and Will made their way back to you. "I think it's time to go. We don't want to miss your graduation."

"You know none of us really care about the ceremony, right?" you asked, blinking back tears so that you wouldn't mess up your makeup.

"We know. It's mostly for the parents...or in your case, brothers," Will said.

You pulled out four flowers, two blue and two white, which you had taken from the bouquet that Will had placed on the kitchen table back at home, from the pockets in your dress underneath your graduation gown. "Give me one more minute."

You placed two flowers, one of each color, on top of your Mom's name and your Dad's name on the headstone. "I thought you two should have some, too. They're my school colors." You wiped your eyes as you felt a few tears prick them. "Remember to clap for me from heaven when I walk across that stage, okay?"

You took a deep shaky breath and turned back around. Will wrapped an arm around you as the three of you walked back to Jay's truck. Beary hung from your hand. In three hours, you'll have graduated high school.

You were taken out of your thoughts by your phone ringing. It was the coffee shop you worked at. And, no, it was not the one in your apartment building. But, Jay and other members of Intelligence did sometimes come in there to pick up coffee for them and the rest of the unit. This was only because they knew they'd get the friends and family discount since you worked there. But, they usually tipped you well, so you didn't mind.

Your manager asked you to come into work because someone couldn't come in. As much as you needed to study for your biology lab practical, you needed money for college more. And, you could always go to the lab tomorrow to practice for your lab practical. You also had Will. What good was having a doctor in the family if not to help you with your science homework? So, you decided to pick up the extra shift making coffee.

***

"Voight," Hank Voight said as he answered his phone.

"Hank, it's Wallace Boden. I need you to come down to the CCU science lab right now."

"Why?"

"Because Severide just told me that the victim at Soldier Field yesterday kept chanting BRT. This place is owned by BRT Labs. And, there was a fire set."

"You're thinking arson? You know we don't investigate that, Wallace."

"I know. Office of Fire Investigation is already on it."

"But, you think that the victim yesterday and the fire today could be connected?" Voight asked.

"I think it's highly possible. All I ask is that you come down here, maybe take a look inside, do some interviews, stuff you normally would do."

"Alright. I'll grab Halstead and Upton and we'll head down there."

"Thank you."

Voight hung up his phone and turned to his team, all of whom were knee-deep in paperwork after taking off yesterday to see the Bears game...which they didn't even get to see in the end. "Chief Boden needs some of us down at the CCU lab. There could be a connection--"

"Did you say the CCU lab?" Jay asked, standing up from his chair.

"Yes, Halstead, Upton, you're with me. The rest of you, stay here. We'll let you know if we need you or you need to look up information here." Voight looked to Jay who looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Halstead, we're going."

"Y/N's at the lab."

"It's Saturday," Hailey pointed out. "There's no classes on Saturdays."

"She said she was going there to study for a test. Oh, God. What if--"

"Jay," Hailey said as she walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You just need to call or text her on the way there. She'll be okay. C'mon, let's go."

"Atwater, come with me," Voight said. "Just in case Jay's gotta go."

***

You finally took your fifteen-minute break after being swamped for a good half hour straight. Who knew so many people wanted coffee at four in the afternoon? The first thing you saw were seven missed calls and texts in all caps. They were all from Jay.

"What the hell?" you muttered as you pressed Jay's contact and brought your phone to your ear. He picked up on the first ring. "Why are you--"

"Where are you? The firefighters said they haven't seen you come out yet," he rushed out.

"I'm at work. What firefighters? What are you talking about, Jay?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows together.

"You're at work?" Jay asked. "I thought you were going to school to study?"

"I was. But, then my manager called me in. Why? What happened?"

Jay felt so much relief wash over him that he almost fell over in the grass on the CCU campus. "There was a fire in the lab."

"What? Are my friends okay? Did anyone die?" you rushed out. They weren't totally your friends, more your classmates, but you figured that was the easiest thing to call them.

"As far as I know, there weren't any fatalities."

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, okay, good."

"Just do me a favor: next time your plans change, text me."

"I can't promise I can remember that."

"Figures. But, I gotta go. Stay safe."

***

"Son of a bitch!" Jay yelled and threw his phone on the couch just as you entered your apartment after finishing your closing shift at the coffee shop.

"What?" you asked as you shut the door and then set your keys down and took off your hat.

"Hailey's in quarantine," he told you. "And it's all my fault."

"What? It's your fault? How'd it even happen? Why are people being quarantined?"

"Turns out that necro thing isn't as rare as Will told us."

"Jay, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Uh, there were a bunch of people at an apartment building who got the disease, so Will and others are there looking for a thing that somebody says they saw spraying the building. Could've been this exterminator person was trying to poison people in the building," Jay told you. "And now everyone in the building is quarantined at Med."

"And Hailey was in the apartment building...?" you asked, not knowing what this had to do with Hailey.

"I had her go to a house to talk to someone who was in the lab the same time as the victim. She, uh, the girl Hailey was talking to, fell over and she had the infection and Hailey touched her.

"Hailey had a hangnail or something—at least, that's the info that Will got from Natalie, and Will passed it on to me—so now she's in quarantine at Med. If I wouldn't have told her to go check out the lead, then maybe she wouldn't be in quarantine right now."

"Jay," you started, "you can't blame yourself. If it wasn't Hailey, it would've been you. Then you'd be quarantining at Med right now. And if it wasn't you or Hailey, it would've been someone else from Intelligence and then they'd be in quarantine right now."

"How did you get so mature?"

"Trauma."

Jay's expression immediately changed. "What? Y/N, if you need someone to talk to, I can get you that."

You laughed. "Jay, chill. It's a psych major joke...even though I know I really shouldn't be joking about trauma no matter what."

"Okay, good. Do you want to watch a movie?"

"I mean, I guess. What are we watching? And, I'm gonna make popcorn, too."

"Okay. We can watch anything but Contagion," Jay told you.

"What's Contagion?"

"It's about this virus that breaks out all over a city...much like what's happening now."

"Oooh, now I want to watch it."

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything."

***

"Hello?" you said into the phone the next afternoon when Mama Garcia called you. Jay was out working the case, Will was trying to find a cure for this bacterial strain, and Hailey was out of quarantine because she was cleared by Natalie. So, Jay wasn't blaming himself anymore.

You quickly spoke Spanish with Mama Garcia and she asked if you could come in because they got a huge catering order last minute and she needed someone to man the cash register while she helped in the back making the order. You agreed and made your way to Mama Garcia's.

***

You were busy working the cash register and speaking Spanish with the friendly customers when you started hearing yelling outside, something about MS-13. You excused yourself and made your way to the back where Mama Garcia was working on tamales.

"They're saying something about MS-13 out there," you told her in Spanish.

"I'm going to need you to say that in English, chica," she told you. "I think you said it wrong because you just mentioned MS-13," she said as she wiped her hands on her apron.

"No, they're saying crazy stuff," you began. "They're chanting that you're part of MS-13. You can't hear it?"

"It's loud back here. Maybe I'll hear it if I go to the front."

She came to the front with you where some customers were leaving the building through the side entrance to get away from the mob. There weren't any customers left in the little restaurant anymore.

"Dios mio," she whispered.

There had to have been at least two dozen or more people outside all yelling and saying that she was to blame for the bacteria. Some even held signs. Some had guns or sharp objects.

You pulled out your phone. "I'm calling--"

You stopped when you heard a crash. You barely had time to register what was happening as the Molotov cocktail flew through the window and shattered everywhere, lighting the place on fire and sending shards of glass everywhere, some ending up lodged in your leg as you screamed in fear and pain.

***

The men and women of Firehouse 51 got a call of a public disturbance at Mama Garcia's. As they pulled up, they saw the Molotov cocktail fly right through the front window towards you and Mama Garcia. Casey started barking out orders and everyone sprang into action.

You were inside and the smoke was getting thicker. Whatever they made this out of actually worked. You pulled your shirt up to your nose and mouth to try and stop inhaling it, but it didn't work very well.

You had been in front of Mama Garcia at the time it was thrown through the window, so you took most of the glass shards. This caused you so much pain that it was hard for you to move through the kitchen and to the door to get out.

"Fire department! Call out!" you heard Stella yell as you kept trying to walk toward the back door.

"Here!" you yelled.

"Fire department! Call out!"

"Back here! Help! Help!"

You heard heavy footsteps coming toward you and then you saw a firefighter and you felt a hand wrap around you.

"Hang on. You're gonna get out of here." Stella. "Casey," she said into her radio. "I need some help in here. Female victim, trouble walking, in the back in what looks like the kitchen."

"Copy. Coming in, Kidd."

About thirty seconds later you were picked up and told to close your eyes. You did, and it was only when you finally got outside, did Truck 81 realize who they had rescued.

***

Will was currently working in the lab trying to find an antidote to this terrible outbreak. But, something about Dr. Seldon was suspicious. He wasn't a detective like his younger brother,  but he still trusted his gut.

Dr. Seldon hadn't noticed that Will was still in the lab when he started pouring chemicals into the samples. Now Will knew something was most definitely wrong.

"What are you doing?" he asked loudly, startling Dr. Seldon.

"Oh, these are contaminated samples," he answered easily like he had rehearsed what he was going to say.

Will pointed directly at him. "No. You know what? You need to stay right here."

Then, Seldon threw a punch and Will caught it easily. But, then Seldon hit him again in the stomach. In the split second that Will was doubled over, Seldon picked up a microscope and cold-cocked Will right over the head, causing him to fall to the ground as everything went black and he clutched his bleeding head.

***

Hailey was now back in the bullpen after being quarantined because she got checked out and everything was fine. She had to tell Jay to stop apologizing and that it wasn't his fault he had gotten into that mess.

"That's a blue hat, right before 2:00," Ruzek said as he looked at the security footage.

"Wait, I know this guy," Jay started. "He works at the CCU lab." His eyes widened as he realized what was going on. "He's with Will. We gotta go now!"

As Jay was sprinting out of the bullpen, his phone started ringing.

"Man, your phone!" Adam yelled.

"Just let it go to voice-mail!" Jay yelled as he ran down the stairs, not knowing that it was Casey calling him to let him know that they had pulled you out of a fire and you were currently being treated at Med.

***

You rubbed your eyes as you woke up a few hours later. You didn't know if it was the meds the nurse gave you to knock you out so she could pull the shards of glass out of your body or if it was from a combination of smoke inhalation and tiredness. Whatever the reason, you were awake now.

You turned to see your brothers and were very confused to see that Will was holding an ice pack to his head and Jay looked like he had gotten new stitches in his forearm.

"The hell--" You roughly cleared your throat. "The hell happened to you two?"

"We found the guy," Jay told you. "But, not before he cold-cocked Will over the head with a microscope."

"Who was he?" you asked.

"A professor at CCU. Dr. Seldon."

"I've heard of him. I think he only teaches graduate classes though, so I'd never end up being in one of his classes anyway. I'm assuming he's not teaching anymore?"

"Not a chance in hell," Jay confirmed. "If he wants to teach, he can teach all the other prisoners at Stateville."

"What happened to your arm?"

"Oh, you know him," Will began. "He's always putting other people's safety in front of his own like the idiot he is." Jay thought about smacking his older brother upside the head but decided against it only because he had just been hit in the head. "He decided that he'd rather be infected with the bacteria instead of the people in a conference room where Seldon was. So, he cut himself."

"You what? Do you have the bacteria?" you asked as your eyes widened in fear.

"No, I don't. Hailey shot in there to distract him and then I disarmed him. Will came in with the antidote anyway, but luckily we didn't need to use it."

"If Hailey got paid overtime every time she saved your ass, she'd never have to work again."

"Tell me about it," Jay agreed.

"Now, what happened to you?" Will asked. "Casey told us you were at Mama Garcia's?"

"Yeah, she called and asked me to run the front since she needed to be in the back to help work on a catering order. I went in and an hour later, there were all these protesters outside calling her a member of MS-13 and saying she started the outbreak."

"How?" Jay wondered. "Mama Garcia's like the sweetest lady alive."

"I don't know. Because people online are crazy? And then someone threw a flaming bottle of something through the window."

"And that's how the glass got in your leg?" Will asked. You nodded. "Well, the good news is that Maggie told me the damage was artificial. The reason you passed out was because of smoke inhalation. They gave you some oxygen and you're good to go once you're ready."

"Then why don't I have one of those nose thingies in?" you asked.

"A nasal cannula?" Will chuckled. You nodded. "It's because you slept long enough with it on that your oxygen is back up. And, the paramedics gave you oxygen, too. That's why you don't need it. Your levels are back to normal."

"Oh. Okay."

"You want your discharge paperwork?" Will asked.

"Yeah, Jay's gotta fill it out."

"Nope. You are not a minor anymore. So, you get to fill out your own paperwork."

You groaned as he handed you the clipboard with the paperwork on it. Now you knew why both Jay and Will hated paperwork so much. There was so much even for one little thing!

"You know, I think since you've achieved frequent flyer status at Med," Will began, "that Beary needs a hospital gown, too."

"No! Don't you dare!"

"Just write it down and give it to her for Christmas," Jay joked. But honestly, when it came to that bear and presents, you never knew if either of them was joking or not.

Everything seemed back to normal at that moment: Jay and Will joking about your Build-A-Bear, you and Jay constantly being in the hospital for whatever reason and life. Life was back to normal after this crazy weekend that had everyone in Chicago on edge and you couldn't be happier.

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[stcveskent]

his forever; andy barber

warnings: fluff, swearing, idk

pairings: andy barber x reader

part 2 of his comfort.

part 1

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Working in your office just like usual, you looked over at the door opening, and noticed a guy looking at you, you knew who it was, Jake, one of your best friends and one of the best colleagues.

"What're you doing Jake?" You asked and he laughed, you smiled at him, he was a very clumsy guy, but a very very nice man, he was like a brother to you, and you were like his sister ofc.

Recently he mentioned about his girlfriend, Amy, who was working with you too, and they were in love, they were so different but they were in love, it all started four years ago for them.

"Jake?! I know you need my help." You said and he acted shocked and then started rambling.

"What me? Jake? Never i can do anything —yes y/n i need your help!" He says and you laughed.

"Come on tell me, what is it about?" You allowed him to sit and he tells you everything.

"Four years ago, Amy and I got together, i just want to propose her." He says, you cover your mouth, and he looks around, you were closest to Jake, you were so happy for him, that he finally decides to make a move.

"Oh my god! Jake yes! I'm so happy for you!!" You said and he smiles looking at your expression. He hugged you and you were so happy for Amy for finally finding her forever in them.

"Alright, so i wanna chose a ring, and you were Amy's friend before Me, and i want you to help me, because you're also my best friend, like pleaseeeee?" He asked and you were glad to do so.

"Ofcourse Jakey! I would love to, when and where?"

"Today after work, we'll meet at the nearest Jewelry store okay?"

"Ofcourse! See you later!" You said and he hugged you again before leaving, and you got to work again, filling the paper work correctly, and later you got over it.

You walked out of your office, locking it, as your boss said that you need to lock it before you leave and you did it. You walked in the parking lot, and noticed the similar car.

You tried to ignore it before the window goes down, and reveals Andy, you smiled in surprise at how he came here, he gets out of his car, with a bouquet of a bunch of roses in his hand.

"Hey! What a surprise!?" You says as he hugs you, and kissed your forehead, and you smiled at how he would make you feel fresh after work with just an act of closure.

"Had to stop by to see my best girl." He says and you smiled.

"'Nuff the fake talk." You said and he rolled his eyes.

"Seriously, Y/n, you're my only family i have left with." He says and your eyes soften, he called you family and it was cute, at how expressive he would've become.

"Andy, aww!" You said hugging him again.

"Here are flowers for you." He says and you smiled.

"Thank you, really! They're my favorite!" You squeeled in excitement, and just then Jake came near you too.

"Hey! Y/n!" He called and you turned to him, and he smiled.

"Oh who's this?" He asked and you introduced them real quick.

"Jake, meet Andy, my best friend. Andy meet my work best friend, Jake." You introduced them and Jake shook hands with Andy.

"Great to see you, For real y/n I thought i was your best friend only in this world." He jokes and you laughed at Jake.

"Aww, poor Jake! Andy's got me in his life since forever." You said and he laughed with you, and right there Andy was broken for the second time in his life. He started falling for you, when you stayed at his place, on his bed, next to him, the next morning when he woke up next to you, you laying peacefully in his arms, your glow, your beautiful smile made him fall for you.

"Can we go for lunch?" Andy asked and you nodded

"Let's go!" You said as Jake whispered into your ears about meeting him after lunch. You sat down in his car, and he sat on the driver's seat, he looked tensed, but you felt that it was just work, probably.

Well it wasn't, he was jealous, after so many years, he felt jealous, when any other male got close to you, just so like Andy in school days back then.

For lunch, he chose your favorite restaurant, and you were just falling for him even more, everyday, and it felt so wrong for you, because he was so hurt, and wasn't probably looking for a commitment or a relationship but you wanted him so much.

You two were sitting and waiting for the waiter to get your food, and just when he tries to ask something the waiter comes in with the food, he sighs again focusing on the food.

"So, what, did Jake ...whisper in your ears?" He asked, while he took a bite of his food. A shocked smile over your face, Andy never asked who you talked to, or what did they say you, but he was interested for the first time.

"What?" He asks looking up, meeting your expression, which made him feel stupid.

"no-nothing! Jake wanted to see me, that's all." You said, that made Andy very mad, and very jealous at the same time. He hated Jake so much now, before even getting to know him.

"oh! t-that's fine, i guess..." he says and takes a bite of his food again, and starts to cough, you look at him, and go to his side, rub his back, and he breathes heavily, and you offered him water.

"you okay?" You asked and he nods, smiling at you.

Time passed, and you were at his place, while he prepared some coffee for the two of you, you were supposed to be seeing, Jake anytime he called, to help him ofcourse.

"Here you go!" He says, and offers you one cup of coffee, and you smiled, taking a sip of the special andy barber coffee. Andy always had a special way of making things, even if it was work, or food or anything, he would do it with his instructions which he makes up in his mind.

"So, how's work, assuming its great because you are." He asks and you chuckle.

"Pretty great, actually, how about you? How's everything, that dick still pushing you about things?" You asked and he clicks his tongue.

"Nah, he's fine, just because i put him to his place." He says and you scoffed. He loved that thing about you, when you rolled your eyes, annoyingly and scoff and mock him, he always used to melt at that sight.

Few minutes later, your phone starts to ring, and your attention turns towards your Phone, the contact read Jake, and you knew he needed you now.

"Sorry, i have to take this."

"ofcourse y/n." He says and smiles as you answered the call.

"Hey, i'll meet you near the shop." He said and you nodded.

"Alright, Jake, i'll see you there now." You said and Andy heard it, he wanted to know what was happening between you two. You ended the conversation, and looked at Andy.

"Hey, i-i have to go, now, i'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yes ofcourse, everything okay?"

"Yeah, just some work stuff." You replied, and picked your coat from the hook, near the door, and wore it before giving him the biggest hugs,and he kissed your head.

You left, and just 5 minutes later, Andy started to follow you, he knew it was wrong, but he was being jealous and possessive over you. He saw you park your car, and saw Jake waiting for you there with a huge smile at your sight.

Andy parked his car a bit far, from where he can see you, and just then, you hugged him. His grip tightened on the steering wheel.

"Hey!" You greeted him and embraced him in a warm hug. He hugged you back, and tangled his arm with yours, as a sweet, friendly nature. Andy looks at the shop you two were going, and it wad a jewelry store. He was curious, he felt like you were gonna marry him, or something.

He left. he couldn't take it anymore, and drove to his place, again, anger, jealousy took over him, he was so mad. At the sight of the vase in his house, he smashed it, angrily.

Jake started to ask you some questions while the staff packed his little surprise in the velvet box.

"So, your boyfriend?"

"What? Who?!" You asked and he gave you a huge smirk. You , still confused looked at him raising a brow.

"Andrew Barber, your hot asf boyfriend." He said and you blushed, the mention of his just makes you go crazy.

"We're just friends, nothing else.." you said and he scoffed.

"Yeah, alright Amy and I are also just friends."

"No! Really, there's nothing between the two of us." You said

"You love him don't you?" He asked and You smiled, looking at him.

"A lot." You said and he wraps an arm around you.

"He does too, i saw how jealous he looked when i wrapped an arm around you." He says and laughed along with you, and then you two got into work, again.

Meanwhile, Andy, He sighed and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and also a few beers, to lighten his mood.

The T.V played some random series, which he didn't pay attention to. One after one, Andy drank his drink, he was slowly feeling the light mood, which was him being drunk asf.

Soft laughs started to fall from his lips, which were your favorite, when he laughed like that, his hand losely fell over his phone, and he picked his phone in his hands, looking at it.

no missed calls, no messages, no replies nothing from you.

So what he did was dialed your number, and saw the pic of him and you together. Just then, you answered his call.

"Hey, Andy!" You smiled as Jake was now smirking at you. You two decided to have dinner with Amy, and that's where were you.

"Hey Y/n, you sound so beautiful." He says and you smiled.

"Thanks i guess!" You replied, his tone was different, and that wasn't really a very Andy-like.

"I love you so much! Don't marry Jake." He said and your heart literally stopped.

"W-what?" You asked

"I love you Y/n, i love you!!!! Don't you dare marry Jake! Or else i'll murder him." He yelled angrily.

"I'm not going to do that, Andy." You replied.

"Really? Oh god! I thought that i had to come down and ruin your wedding if you would marry him." He giggled and you were worried if he was okay or not.

"andy are you..drunk?" You asked and he laughed, you loved that laugh but right now you were concerned.

"No Y/n, i'm Andy, you literally just called me by my nAmEe." He says.

"Andy, baby listen to me—"

"You called me "baby" awww!! I love it!!" He says and you smile, jake and amy do a small "ooohhh" in the background.

"Yes i did, now listen to me, you'll be going to sleep now, okay?"

"i'll only go to sleep, if you say me you love me." He says and you sighed.

"Fine, I love you so much, Andy." You said and you heard his soft chuckles.

"I love you too, y/n, hell i love you so much more!!!! i'll go to sleep now, mwahh mwahh mwah." He says and passes out on the couch, and you ended the conversation. You only wished he really meant it, but he was drunk.

The night passes away, with a lot of twists and turns, and you decided to show up on his door, in the morning.

Him still passed out on the couch, heard the knock, and walks, thinking of who would be this early, at a weekend, but it was actually 11 a.m. a hand on his head, as the acts of previous nights decided to show its result.

He opens the door, and it revealed you, who just looked at him, and he just looks at you.

"Hey, come in." He says and you enter, and he goes in the kitchen. You look at him, as you sit on the couch near the kitchen counter.

"Fuck hangovers!!" He groaned, drinking water and you smiled.

"You wanna tell me something?" You asked and he looks at you confusingly.

"About?"

"Your assumption of last night?"

"Oh god—"

"You have 5 minutes, explain yourself!" You said.

"Okay, i know i made a mistake, I shouldn't have followed you , —"

"You followed me?! What?"

"Oh wait...you didn't know that?" He asked and you shook your head.

"What the fuck? Really Andy?!" You raised your voice and sighed and he scrunched his nose.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but listen, i know what I did was wrong, but please! I had my own reasons to do it."

"Why you think Jake's a bad guy? I work with him, since the past 5 years! Andy, he's like a brother to me!"

"Wait, Brother? Then what were you doing at the jewelers?"

"Jake wanted my help with the ring, so he could propose to his girlfriend, Amy!" You replied, and he sighed, slowly resting his fist on his forehead.

"What were your reasons?" You asked and he looked away, staying silent, and you sighed.

"I asked you a question, and I expect an Answer! Not a silent look!"

"Okay Fine! I love you! FUCK!" He yelled. Your expressions softened, and he felt like he ruined everything, he buries his head in his hands, and you cover your mouth, at how shocked you were

"Gosh! You must really hate me right now, I understand if you do—" just then you pressed your lips on his. Your arms slowly wrapped around his neck, and his arms around your waist, as he pulled you closer.

He was shocked, this was definitely not what he expected, but he really loved this. You pulled away, and rest your forehead against his. He smiles and you chuckled.

"I love you too, Andy." You replied and he kissed you again.

"I wanted this from so long!" He says and you smiled.

"Me too, but what you did was wrong, and Also, Jake was right about you being jealous of him." You chuckled and he sighed.

"I was, but you're only mine, so yes!" He says and you laugh, kissing him again.

"God please never stop doing that okay?" He replies making the both of you laugh.

Finally, after years both of you were together. Now you knew that whatever came through any of you or the both of you, you two can get over it together. You were happiest, it was definitely the best day of your life, and his too. With such a great day, comes great memories, and many great memories will be made, in the future, forever. You were his forever, already, and he was yours too.

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okay I don't like this one 😭

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[freakie-deakie]

Lucas // How To: Hurt My Feelings

tumblr only allows 10 images per post so i had to use my transition images sparingly, i hope it doesn’t make the scene changes too awkward. hope you’re all doing well, sending lots of love!

Warnings: there’s nothing too serious, but there’s a mention of toxic family relations and insecurities about friendships

Masterlist

Read Part 2 Here: How To: Kill an Idea

Lucas x Reader (angst // 9.6k words); ft. stepbrother!Johnny

You were a being made up of words. You lived to think words, to write words, to read words, and to speak words. You were jack of all things debate and a master of sounding like a charming smartass. Your words were always chosen carefully, and because of this, your persuasive skills were deadly.

Lucas was a being of action. He moved as his spirit listed, and was often caught indulging in whatever sins his internal chaos prompted him that day. He built the world around him with his own two hands and lived for the sake of creating his own experiences within his own days. He hadn't an interest in the events of the world, nor the stories in it. You don't think he'd ever read a story in his life. Actually, you don't think he'd ever read.

Perhaps that was why the two of you fit together oh-so-well. He was the Yang to your Yin, the left to your right. Your relationship was a perfectly balanced chemical equation. He made a mess, and you cleaned up after him. You were a mess, and he cleaned you up.

Oh, but you can always get messier, can't you?

"Seriously, Y/N? When was the last time you ate?" Lucas folded his arms over his chest and leaned against your doorframe.

"I ate breakfast," you quipped softly, folding your legs up into your rolly chair. You'd been there for almost two days straight, but your project was finally starting to take shape.

"Oh yeah? And what did you eat?" You bit the inside of your cheek, giving him a guilty smile as you twidled your thumbs. "You can't live off of those damn health bars. Christ- Put your shoes on, we're going out."

"Wait, Yukhei, it's okay, I can just-"

"You have ten minutes to get ready before I carry you out of here on my shoulder," he warned before excusing himself to sit in your living room and wait for you.

Groaning, you moved the blanket from your lap and threw on a pair of sweats. You washed your face and brushed out your hair, and with two minutes to spare, you were slipping into your jogging shoes. "Lucas, are you ready?" you asked, stepping out of your bedroom. Oddly enough, he wasn't on that ugly black couch that he loved so much, nor was he in the kitchenette that fit so snuggly in the corner of the room. He wasn't by the window, nor with the plants on your fire escape. You stepped back to check the bathroom. Empty. "Yukhei?" you called out for him again.

Your heart jumped out of your chest at the sudden jolt of your door, followed by three sharp knocks.

"Y/N? I locked myself out..." Breathing out a steadying breath, you placed a hand over your heart. "Y/N?"

"Hang on a second, you big baby." You rolled your eyes and opened the door for him. "I thought you'd been abducted."

"Sorry babe, I had a call. But don't worry, nobody can abduct me when I carry around guns like these," he grinned, flexing his arms.

"I think I liked you better when you were missing." He scoffed. "But you have to promise me to never leave me without any answers. I'd have to hunt you down if you did."

"I'll never leave you, ever," he gleams, throwing an arm over your shoulder and guiding you out the door. You hummed, wrapping an arm around his waist and syncing your steps with his. "Besides, if I ever tried, you'd lock me in your apartment building's basement and I don't really wanna know what else is down there."

"You'd better not try to escape then," you snorted.

You weren't quite sure how you always managed to end up in such ungodly positions, but as long as you were both comfortable, you couldn't complain. However, at the moment, you were very uncomfortable, and the boy laying on top of you was getting an ear-full.

He'd simply barged into your bedroom, saw you laying on your stomach, and decided that you were the most comfortable matress around.

"Lucas, I have to pee."

"Do it, I dare you."

"Lucas, I can't breathe!"

"Then die."

"You are the-"

"Most wonderful person you ever could have hoped to even end up dating? I know. What do you want for dinner tonight? I'm thinking chicken. Thoughts?"

"I'll buy if you get off me," you groaned.

He perked up at that, finally rolling off of you and bouncing over to your closet. "We're gonna match," he said certainly, plucking a black T-shirt and skinny jeans off of their respective hangers and throwing them at you before going back to fish out the jean jacket and belt he'd bought you specifically for occasions such as these.

He rushed you along, ushering you out of your building quickly, excited to go to his favorite marketplace restaurant. Boarding the transit, he took your hand in his much larger one and turned to you to quietly ask if he could spend the night at your place to watch movies and "get frisky," earning a light slap on the wrist which only made him laugh.

You and Lucas were puzzle pieces that fit together. So for the life of you, you couldn't begin to understand why everything seemed to be falling apart.

"I just can't win against you, can I? You have too many debate trophies shoved up your ass!"

"I just-"

"Stop, Y/N. If you won't try to understand my side, we're done here."

"Lucas, I do understand, I just don't agree. And that's okay because we don't have to agree on everything."

"Yeah?" he huffed. "Well on this, we do."

"What do you want me to do? Fly home to (country) and tell my family that their daughter who managed to escape their victimized mindsets and emotional neglect and finally cut ties with them has a boyfriend who wants to meet them? I don't want you to meet them! I don't want you anywhere around them," your composure finally snapped, letting a tear roll down your cheek. You roughly wiped it away with the back of your sleeve.

"Oh, cut the shit, Y/N. You didn't want to introduce me to your 'toxic' best friend either, or your 'overly protective' brother; they turned out to be completely fucking normal. Maybe it's you that's the problem."

"You mean the beautiful best friend, Soomin, that cut me off after I wouldn't give you her number? Oh, and my brother, Johnny, who slept on my couch for a week after meeting you to make sure you weren't staying the night?"

"So I'm the one causing problems? Maybe if you were less insecure-"

"Insecure? Fine, I'll call Soomin and give her your number. And while I'm at it, I'll just ask Johnny to give my number out to all your frat brothers, since that's no big deal."

Lucas slammed his hand down on your island countertop. "Like hell you will. Look, I just want to meet your family. I'm not gonna ask them to move to Korea."

"Lucas, I'm thrilled that your family likes me so much because you're very close with them and that's important to you, but please don't make me contact my family. I don't want them in my life."

He stepped out that night without another word and remained silent for the rest of the week.

You felt like a vase that held flowers but had no water to give them; you were, on your own, too much of some things and not enough of others. Lucas's silent treatment felt like he tipped the scale by hopping off of his side and leaving you to fall.

"Y/N, listen to me," you whispered to yourself as you opened the refrigerator door. "You are a strong, independent woman and your life does not revolve around a boy." You reached for the fruit drawer and pulled out a peach. Fruit was a large part of your diet when you were sad; it was convenient because there was no meal prep. Uni-students like you didn't have time to cook anyways.

A buzzing sound from your counter pulled you from your thoughts. You wiped the peach juice off your chin with your sleeve and put the phone to your ear.

"Y/N? Do you have a minute?"

"Johnny? What's up tree-child?" You hear a soft chuckle over the line.

"Your overgrown boyfriend hasn't left his room since your little fight-"

"Johnny, you know what it was like for me back home. Your mom and my dad- you don't want to go back either, right? You know how bad it was. I shouldn't have to apologise for not wanting to go back."

Johnny sighed loudly over the line. "I'm not saying you have to apologise to him. I'm on your side, but neither of you are trying to fix the situation. So come to our frat, talk, make out, have angry make-up sex; I don't care what floats your boat, just come see him. You're the only person who I know has the ability to convince him to shower."

"See, dearest Johnny, that would mean I would have to shower. And right now, I'm not really feeling up to the task. So if that's all, then I'll be going-"

"Y/N, please? I'll make you dinner, and I'll pay for two- no, three of your textbooks next semester!"

"What do you get out of this, Seo? What bidding of yours will I be doing if I agree?"

"Can't I just reunite one of my best friends with my sister for the- yeah okay, I can't do this. There's a party next week and he's my wingman."

"Goodbye, Johnny."

You didn't know what to expect if you were to text Lucas first. Perhaps he was waiting on you to, or perhaps not, instead opting not to talk to you. However, you were a being of words, and you were desperately trying to sort through all of the Korean vocabulary that you knew in order to find the best words to give to him. You knew he deserved that, the best of you.

Y/N: Hey, can we talk?

You waited and waited, and thought yourself into hours of self torment. Was that text a mistake? Should you not have sent it? Could you have said something better?

After about an hour of stressing over the message and his lack of reply, you manage to pull yourself off of your couch, take yourself into the shower and sulk in its hot, suffocating water and steam.

And then you, naturally, went crawling back to your phone.

"Johnny, is your offer still up? Dinner and textbooks and shit?" Damn your unusually shaky voice, underused in the time you'd spent away from your significant other.

"Y/N? You sound distressed, is everything okay?"

"I don't know how to take care of myself," you admitted without an ounce of emotion in your tone, only growing your stepbrother's concerns. "You know, you're the only person that has checked in on me since our fight? I'm the one in the wrong, and everyone knows it... I need him, I need to apologise."

You hear something clatter over the line. "Now, hold on Y/N. You don't sound like you're thinking straight. I'm all for you guys patching things up, but not to get back into our good graces."

"Johnny, I'm alone. He's the only person that's ever made an effort to distract me from that."

"Hey, wait, you aren't alone. You have all of us. We're all here whenever you need us, not just him."

"John, I'm either your sister or his girlfriend. The guys in your frat don't want to be friends with me, and that's okay. But I want to hang on to what I've got so I'm coming over to fix-"

Your brother cuts you off with a groan. You don't see it, but he sets his afternoon bowl of cereal to the side and runs his hand through his hair. "Hang on a damn minute. I'll be to your apartment in ten minutes. Please, stay there."

"But John-"

"Stay there."

He cursed as soon as he hung up the call, finally noticing the stares he'd been receiving from the others in the kitchen. They'd watched you slowly unravel his composure until he was rushing to pour the rest of his precious Captain Crunch down the garbage disposal. All for his endearing concern for his stepsister.

"Who was that?" his closest friend, a broad shouldered boy by the name of Jaehyun asked.

Johnny paused, looking back at his friends. "My sister doesn't sound like she's feeling very well. She's pretty torn up about- well, you know."

"Can we help? I haven't seen Y/N in ages," Haechan commented, thinking back to the last time he'd had a chance to hang out with you. It must've been the night you joined them for a Smash competition. He remembered that you were really bad at it- or rather, not as experienced as his fraternity brothers who maybe spent a little too much time practicing.

"I honestly don't really know what's going on, so maybe it's best if I go alone."

Haechan and Jaehyun share a look. "Can you tell her to drop by to see us sometime?"

"Sure will," he agrees before slipping into his shoes and heading out the door. He was quick to get to the bus stop, knowing it'd be leaving within minutes.

When the doors to the bus opened, he took note of only one person stepping off. A pretty little girl with features that told any onlooker that she was Japanese. Her hair was lighter than his by a few shades, locks of caramel resting gently on her shoulders, the top layers collected in a little white bow and the back of her head which matched the flowy white v-neck she was dressed in; jeans and white tennis shoes paired to match.

She was a figure of beauty and grace. She offered him a small smile which would haunt him in his dreams that night. Had he not had prior engagements, he would have spent more time drinking her in as she walked down the sidewalk in the direction from which he had come. The gleam off of her pearl earrings blinded him momentarily, and suddenly he remembered that he was on a mission: a mission to get to you and remind you of your self worth.

When you cracked your door, an arm poked through, attached to a bag of goodies.

"When's the last time you ate?" Johnny asked, still not pushing his way into your space. "I brought ramen and cookie dough. I figured we could do with a night in."

You opened the door wider and lead him into the living room. It was a mess, to say the least. A nice collage of wrappers and tissues lay across the floor, the occasional soda can making things interesting. The dishes in your sink were stacked as high as they could go, and unopened letters lay strewn across your coffee table. Your home had become a perfect embodiment of how you felt.

"Y/N..." he said, looking around at the state of things.

"I know, I'll clean up later," you answered, tucking yourself back in to your spot on the couch.

"I'll help you tonight," he reassures you, setting the plastic bag on your counter and taking out two styrofoam cups filled with dry noodles.

"You didn't need to come, Johnny." The look in your eyes told him otherwise. Maybe he wasn't the best older brother in the world, but he could tell that you needed someone right now and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to do his best to help you.

"I know," he soothes. "I came for me. You were scaring me with some of the things you said and I needed to make sure that you were okay for my own sanity. Do you want beef or chicken?"

Episodes of Sword Gai play lowly in the background, a low hum of a language that neither of you understood. He helped you pick up around your house and clean up your living space. He helped you make cookies, and he ate his fair share of them. Your brother, your closest companion since you were young, sat with you all night and talked. The weight of your words though, it was heavy on his chest.

"Y/N, we've always only had each other. We practically fled a country together. You know that you and I are the first and last people on this planet, right? I took care of you back in (country) and I'll take care of you here."

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "I was your scared little sister who came chasing after you. You deserved to have your own life and live it the way that you wanted. I followed you to Korea, and once again I'm your burden."

"Y/N, you're not a burden. I'm glad you came to my University. The closer you are, the easier I can protect you."

"You shouldn't have to protect me though. You introduced me to your friends because I couldn't make any on my own. Then I met Lucas, and you helped him get into NCT and now everyone there has to deal with me-"

"Y/N, they aren't 'dealing' with you. They actually like you. Not because they have to, but because you're fun to be around."

"I don't know..." You didn't want to outright complain that you hadn't even received a text from any of the members of NCT since your fight with the Chinese boy. You didn't want to admit how badly if hurt to realize that they were his friends before they were yours. Now, not only was there a hole in your heart from your boyfriend ripping himself away, but also the growing cavity from the quiet abandonment of your friends. And now, your brother who'd done so much for you your whole life had to take care of you once again.

"What're you thinking about?" He watches your gaze flicker from the TV to his eyes and back.

"I'm willing to admit that Lucas was right-"

"I don't think he was. And neither do you. He has to respect that family is a taboo subject for some of us. Hell, he knows that I don't like it whenever he brings it up. You can work things out without taking all the blame for this, which would be outright unjust."

"I shouldn't have been so sensitive though," you respond honestly.

"You know I hate taking sides-"

"You do not, Seo," you giggle. His face visibly brightens at the sound.

"Yeah, your right, I love taking sides. I'm definitely on your side about the argument. But maybe he's thought about it too. Maybe you should let him explain how he feels about it now. And of course, I'll be sure to give you my opinions afterwards."

"I guess," you offer him an unsure smile. "I want him back in my life. I want everyone else back in my life too. I guess losing him and then losing touch with my- your friends made me realize that maybe I'm rather expendable." Your chuckle was dry, barely making it out of your throat.

In Johnny's eyes, not only Lucas, but his friends as well had been the ones lacking; yet somehow, you thought it was your own lacking that had let them slip away. How dare they hurt you like this? How dare they make you feel unworthy of them?

"I've always known," you continued, "that they were his friends- and yours. I guess I should start trying to make friends in class if we don't get this worked out, huh?"

"Maybe you should talk to them about that before you go trying to replace your friend group. But you're gonna work it out. No one's leaving you. You should see how desperate he looks right now, waiting for you to come marching into our house and demand to see him. He's got too much love in that big heart of his and now that he can't shower you in it, he looks like his purpose in life has been taken away."

Johnny was always there to take care of you, and you felt you could never repay him for that. His advice and soothing words were invaluable to you. Your brother's compassion was the most precious thing in the world to you, especially in your moments of need.

Of course you made an attempt to call Lucas before you showed up on the fraternity doorstep, but if you wanted something to change, for once you were going to have to do something yourself. You had to be able to move your own two feet without him.

Your three sharp knocks were answered by the only Thai resident in the household, a slender boy with cropped bangs and sharp features. Ten was quick to pull you inside, wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Buddha has sent us an Angel; we're saved!"

"That bad, huh?"

Ten let you out of his bear hug and looked you in the eye with a look of (semi-) mock disgust. "Y/N, it's been fourteen days since he came home crying and he's showered like twice since then. Mark and I have been trying to coax him out of his room for days. Please, you've got to do something!"

"Challenge accepted," you said, smiling at the boy in front of you. He always knew how to make your day a little bit brighter.

Your heart grew heavy when you remembered that his concerns weren't for you. They were for his real friend, and you could appreciate that.

You tried to shove those thoughts down in your chest as you stepped around him and started on the long trek to your boyfriend's room.

The couch at the end of his bed was a sacred place for videogames and movie nights, a large flat screen just in front of it. His desk was often messy and usually your problem to clean. His chair was a space for studying and the occasional newcomer into his room, a comfortable space to be welcomed. The carpet was a place you liked to lay when you began to think that mattresses were just a little bit too mundane; then suddenly, you'd think the most interesting thing in the world was the orange peel texture on the white ceiling. On the nightstand was an alarm clock, a charger, and a picture of you - and in it was a bottle of lotion and a stash of jewelry you'd given him over time. Even his dresser meant something to you. You'd picked it out with him at a flea market and agreed to split the cost because it was just too beautiful to pass up. The bottom drawer was full of your clothes and he always reminded you that the dresser would one day live in a space with the two of you, together.

His room was a box of memories, and his bed held the most prized of them all. It's where you laid and let yourself be vulnerable with Lucas. It's where your lives came together, and your stories intertwined, slipping from your lips and knotting together like your limbs under the ceiling fan. Promises of the future, swears of the past, and a comforting and cozy present.

You didn't think before you opened the door; it was practically an instinct now. It wasn't necessarily a shared space, but it's a space that's always been offered to you. You'd never imagined that there would be a time when you weren't welcomed there.

It caught you off guard, the body underneath his. A petite girl with Carmel colored hair that was stuck to her damp skin. Your boyfriend moved on top of her, rocking back and forth against her body, eyes trained on hers.

You quietly shut the door and slipped back down the hallway. Doyoung, exiting his room, stopped your frantic attempt at escape from the house, taking in your wide eyes and seemingly disorganized composition.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Wh-"

"I'm okay," you swore, stepping around him. "I'm just not feeling well, I'm gonna step out for a bit."

"Oh," he says, watching you scamper down the steps. "We have medicine if you need it."

You didn't answer. Your priority was to get out of the front door as quickly and as quietly as possible, not even sparing a glance at the boys in the living room who had greeted you earlier.

You walked like a woman with a purpose, fast and in a straight line, away from the house. You didn't bother waiting on the bus, instead you walked right past the bus stop and started towards your home where you would let your composure fall.

Lucas moved one of the light colored strands of hair from Yuri's face. He was propped up on an elbow, admiring the beautiful girl in front of him. She was someone he'd know for a while, having been in his Sociology class the year prior. He'd seen her every now and again, met with her, fucked her, and left her in the morning. The girl with almost orange hair who always wore white was illusive to all but him. Wanted was the girl who always wore her graduation gift from her grandmother proudly, a pair of pearl earrings.

Normally, he wouldn't have allowed the sweet Japanese girl to stay with him after sex, cuddled to his chest, her bare skin against his. It hurt him too much to think that she wasn't the one who was supposed to be in his arms, and as a constant reminder he was always burned by the temperature of her skin. She was hot, a fire that lit in his stomach and yet left his heart cold.

Yuri blinked up at him, stirring from her soft slumber. "Is it nighttime?" she yawned out. He nodded and shushed her, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of her cheek. He brought their lips together for a kiss that felt so wrong yet so right. Part of him didn't want to pull away and crash back down to reality, the other part of him knew that the girl needed to leave while no one was awake, lest his relationship with you be damaged.

He pulled away first, standing to dress himself in the sweats and Tee that he'd discarded some time ago. He helped Yuri sit up then dress herself. He placed a chaste kiss her forehead and lead her to his bedroom door, expecting her to find her own way out of the house. But before the door closed, he locked eyes with the last person he wanted to see him sending off his rendezvous into the night.

Johnny did not hesitate to put his hands on the door (rather loudly) to prevent it from closing.

"What's a girl doing in your room so late, Lucas?"

Lucas tried to meet Johnny's eyes, but he couldn't hold your brother's fierce gaze. "Studying?"

"Oh yeah? How'd you two get so sweaty while you were studying. You must've been cramming pretty hard." Johnny fold his arms over his chest just as the color of pink on Lucas's bed catches his attention. He stared at it for a moment before the shape registered in his mind. "And how did leaving her thong with you help either of you read a fucking textbook?"

At this point, Johnny has a fist full of Lucas's shirt and is backing him against a wall. Lucas tries to remove Johnny's hand, but only gets shoved harder into the hard surface, pictures rattling on both sides of his head, the picture of your joint trip to the fair the year prior falls to the ground and shatters.

Taeyong comes rushing in from his room, roughly awoken by his neighbor's commotion.

"Johnny? Yukhei? It's one in the morning, what the hell is going on?"

The intense gaze between the two doesn't falter for a moment. "Yeah, Yukhei, what the hell is going on?" When he doesn't receive an answer, he lifts him off the wall and pushes him back against in with one harsh movement. "Don't ever talk to my sister again." Johnny releases his shirt and Lucas's eyes widen.

"Y/N-" Lucas breathes out, grabbing for your brother's arm and stumbling over his words. "Please don't tell Y/N."

"Ya know, Lucas, she just recently told me that she felt like no one cared about her. Her friends were yours, and while you were out of her reach, so we're they. How could you leave her with nobody?"

Taeyong gasped at that. He considered you a rather close friend and cherished the bond he had with you. He understood where you were coming from but it still hurt that you would misread his intentions as befriending a friend of a friend.

Lucas pulled harder at Johnny's arm, keeping him in place as he tried to turn away. Taeyong took this as his que to step between the two and separate them.

"Please don't tell her," Lucas tried. "Please, let me be the one to tell her. She deserves that much."

Your phone had been dead for two days and you hadn't bothered to even look for a charger. You focus your energy on your Korean history essays and devote your time to working on your computer.

Little did you know, this was sparking panic at the NCT dorms. No one, not even your brother, had been able to contact you. Finally, Johnny decided that he had to check on you (along with the ever persistent presence of his younger friend, Haechan, who demanded that he be taken to see you), taking the public transit to your apartment on the northwest border of the campus.

His knocking earned a prompt "fuck off" from your living room, so at the very least they were sure you were still alive.

"Y/N, open the damn door." You didn't even bother moving from your cozy place on the couch. "For fuck's sake- do you know how long we've all been trying to contact you. Let me fucking in or I'll break the door down."

"I'd like to see you try," you mumbled before a solid 'thud' sounded from your entrance. "John, what the fuck?"

"I said let me in. I gotta make sure you're okay so don't make this difficult."

"For the love of fuck, I'm fine, go away."

Thud.

"Let me in."

Thud.

"Okay, okay stop! You're gonna make my neighbors hate me."

You threw your door open to be greeted by, not one, but two friendly faces with murderous intentions in their eyes.

"You can't just drop off the fucking radar, you had everyone scared shitless that something had happened to you," Haechan snapped before bringing you into a warm embrace.

"I'm sorry," you sighed, wrapping your arms back around him. It felt nice to be in someone's arms again, even if it wasn't the touch you longed for. "I've just had a hard few days."

Johnny, who had already pushed his way past you, was beginning to calm himself down like a passing storm.

"What happened, Princess?" Haechan tried. You cringed and he shrugged, still holding you to his chest.

"Lucas and a girl-" Your eyes teared up and the words lodged themselves in your throat. "He's cheating on me."

Haechan's eyes widen and he presses your head to his chest rather forcefully so that he could discreetly pass Johnny a look of sheer confusion. It'd been the hot topic as the frat, but as no one had been able to contact you since they'd made the discovery themselves, he assumed no one had been able to tell you yet. "Y/N, Princess, what do you mean?" he spoke slowly, unsure of how he wanted to frame his question.

"I went to," you hiccupped, "went to see him and there," you hiccupped again, "there was a girl," and again, "underneath him." Haechan's grip tightens around you. The look he's giving Johnny now is one that would've scared armies away from battle. The look on his face was nothing in comparison to the emotion written on Johnny's own features. The storm had returned, the haze of anger clouding both his eyes and his judgements.

Johnny moved towards the door much slower than he'd come barging through it. Like a man marching off to war, he kept his eyes straight ahead and left the same way he'd came. "Both of you, stay here." The door slams shut behind him, mimicking the sound of a gunshot.

Haechan keeps you in his embrace for a few minutes, rocking you back and forth after the tensions in his muscles began to dissipate. He shushed you until you stopped crying, urging you to get your breathing back under control.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that," the silver haired boy mumbled into your hair before sperating himself from you. "Come sit down. Let's talk about this for a minute."

"That's okay, Haechan. I appreciate it but-" you sniffle.

"Y/N, this is an important talk we're about to have, okay? Listen to me very carefully, and after we talk this out, I'm going to order food from any place in this district that you want." You shook your head but did nothing to interrupt him. "We all just found out a couple of days ago. That's part of the reason everyone has been trying to reach you. Johnny caught him, but he agreed to let Lucas tell you. But because no one has been able to get to you, those two have been raising hell at the frat. That's why it is very important that we can get in contact with you, do you understand? If we have things we really need to tell you, your phone needs to be on so we can get to you. We were all worried that something really, really bad had happened to you."

"So it's true? I'm not being dramatic? Lucas really..."

Haechan nodded, pulling you down to sit with him on the couch and tuck you under his arm. "But listen, I know it's aweful. Johnny is probably going to put Lucas in his place right now. So you and I are going to stay here for now, and talk and eat dinner, and get out everything that you're feeling right now. And soon, that boy isn't going to mean anything to you because he doesn't deserve to take up your precious time or energy. Okay? Now what do you want to eat?" He rubbed your back, patiently waiting for your answer. He would move at your pace for the rest of the night.

"Where is he?" Mark and Taeyong are quick to intercept Johnny's trail, desperately trying to avoid whatever chaos was sure to ensue this hour.

"Don't you think it's a little early to start throwing punches this evening?" Taeyong tries.

Ten enters from the kitchen, a bowl of cheap ramen in his hands, Lucas trailing behind him, rocking the college boy couture: no shirt and sweatpants. Ten had by no means forgiven him within the short span of two days, especially not when he picked plenty of the recent fights with Johnny which promised a rather annoying thrill of excitement every night, but Ten knew that in the depths of his heart he felt sympathy and compassion for Lucas. As frustrated as he was with the younger boys, he couldn't abandon him when he had so few people left on his side anymore. Who else would take care of him if not Ten?

Lucas stopped in his tracks when he saw Johnny, slowly handing off his bowl to Ten to be sat on the coffee table. There was a feral beast inside Johnny that Lucas could see right now, and he was afraid that any sudden movements would invoke a violent response.

"I thought you'd be gone longer," Lucas admits. He had avoided the living room recently, especially when he knew Johnny would be home.

"I felt suddenly compelled to come right back and have a nice long chat with you."

Lucas tensed, subconsciously preparing to be thrown into a fight at any second.

"Wait, where's Haechan?" Mark ask, noting that the younger boy did not come in with him.

"He's comforting my sister. He's doing what I should be doing. But I trust him to handle her with care. I trust him to take care of her tonight while you and I have that little chat." He eyes Lucas, reading every sign that Lucas's body is posting, watching as he takes in those words and deflates a bit.

"You guys told her?"

"Didn't have to. She walked in on you screwing another girl." The room falls silent until Ten begins to choke on his ramen. Everyone looks at him as he turns away to hide his wide-eyed expression.

"Ten?" Taeyong asks. "Do you know something?"

Ten slowly turns around to face the group. "Do you remember that night when we were sitting here when she came over, and then she went running out the door a few minutes later?"

Taeyong's face falls. "Oh my God. Is that really the last time any of us saw her?"

"Fuck, and we didn't even know she needed help."

"Doyoung said she wasn't feeling well; he tried to stop her."

"That was almost a week ago, though," Ten thinks aloud. Everyone's eyes fall on Lucas, the boy they'd momentarily forgotten. His eyes are glassy, his composure fallen. There's a beat before anyone dares to ask about the elephant in the room. "How many times did it happen?"

Lucas opens and closes his mouth like a fish. "Did she really see? She saw me with Yuri?"

"Lucas, how many times did it happen?" Johnny's shoulders are squared. He steps towards the boy but is stopped my Taeyong's firm grasp on his arm.

"A lot," he admits as the first tear makes its dash for his chin. "A lot more than I should have. A lot more than I ever wanted to." As wet as his entire face was becoming, he dare not move to wipe away the shame. "I love her. Oh my God, I love her and she'll never want to see me again."

Mark looks between his two best friends seeing nothing but desperation and fury - two ample types of passion for you. "Why'd you do it then?" His words were soft. He didn't want to stir the pot anymore, but he wanted to know.

"I don't know. I love her. Why would I do that to her?" Johnny's composure cracks but doesn't break. He doesn't take off his armor. He was still there, at his own frat, in his own living room to challenge his former mate.

"She was the reason you got into this house in the first place. If she didn't care about you, I would have never helped you get in."

"Johnny stop." Taeyong pulls back on Johnny's arm, reigning him in and telling him to stand down.

"Why? That's how she feels. She feels like she's less than you. I think it should be the other way around. She think everyone only cares about her because they care about you. I think she should realize that you wouldn't even be here without her. How do you even have the balls to cheat on her after what she's done for you?"

"I didn't want to!"  Lucas defends.

"Then why did you do it?"

"I don't know! I don't know! I don't know if it was because I was bored, or if I was mad at her one day. I don't know how it started. When I started to see Yuri, it just felt like a small break but then we started to mess around more often. I don't know how it started, but I wish it never had. I never wanted Y/N to have to see that."

In one swift movement, Johnny yanked himself out of Taeyong's grasp and nailed one shot right below Lucas's eye before the other three men in the room jumped in to separate the two as much as the could.

"You wish you hadn't done it because you got caught?"

Lucas holds on to his face but managed to stand up straight. "I wish I hadn't done it because I regret hurting her. It would break my heart to see her with anyone else - I can't imagine how it must've felt for her to see that. So yes, I regret her finding out."

Johnny struggles against the restraint of his friends. "Do you regret doing it? Did you ever question yourself while you were screwing around behind her back?"

Lucas didn't answer, instead he walked away. He gather up the few shards of his dignity that he had left, and locked himself in the first story bathroom for the rest of the night.

Haechan made you put your phone on the charger. He warned you that there would be messages from just about everyone in his frat but that you didn't have to open them all immediately. He stayed up with you that night to help you with both your assignments and your heartache, sending you to bed at a decent time (before two in the morning). He sat in your living room, waiting for any news from the dorms before he went back. He ended up falling asleep on your couch.

When morning came, he was abruptly awoke from a sweet dream by the rattle of the door and three sharp knocks. Annoyed, he pushed himself up and went to check who could possibly be so irritating this early in the morning.

He cracked the door to find a not-so-hot Wong Lucas on the doorstep.

"Haechan?" Lucas asked, sniffling quietly. Haechan shut the door, ready to turn back and resume his slumber on the couch before three more knocks stopped him.

He cracked the door again. "She's sleeping, knock it off."

"Haechanie?" You ask yawning as you wonder to his side. You didn't know that he'd been there all night and came to check the door, not expecting anyone to beat you to it. "Who's at the door?"

"No one, Princess. Go back to sleep."

"Princess?" Lucas questioned, clearly uncomfortable with the younger boy calling you by a pet name.

"Lucas?" Your mind wakes up a bit when you register his voice.

"Y/N," he sighs in relief.

"Haechan," Haechan blurts before shutting the door and promptly turning to you. "Y/N, don't let him in. He's probably here to convince you to take him back and you need to remember what we talked about last night. He made you feel like a small person, don't go crawling back to him-"

"I'm not letting him in, don't worry." You wrap your blanket tighter around yourself. "Why are you still here anyways?"

"I never got the all clear to go home," he mumbled, pulling you back into your bedroom. Three sharp knocks sounded once again at your door. Neither of you moved to answer it, instead you let Haechan lay you down in your bed and tuck you into your comforter before he crawled on top of your covers and dozed back off at the foot of your bed.

Lucas left the flowers and food in front of your door, sending Haechan a text to let him know that they were there (just in case you'd already blocked his number). Pulling his jacked tighter around him, he left the building in search of something to make himself feel better after a night of high emotions.

He found himself at the coffee house down the street from your residence. As he waited on his order, he sat at a booth and pondered ways to get you to, if nothing else, accept his apology. With everything in him, he wanted you back. He wanted to forget the stupid fight, he wanted to forget the other girl - he wanted you. That wasn't fair though, and he knew it. It especially wasn't fair that while you were with him, you felt small compared to him. It wasn't fair that he made you feel like nobody cared about you more than they did him. It wasn't fair that your stepbrother had to be the one to voice your concerns for you; you had never felt comfortable telling Lucas about your deepest insecurities when he was supposed to be the one to get you past them. He was only beginning to realize that he hadn't been there for you the way that you needed him to be - the way that you had been for him.

"Johnny is it true that Y/N thinks we don't like her?" Jungwoo asks, placing himself between both Johnny and Jaehyun on the couch.

Johnny sighed. "She thinks that you guys don't like her, but that you're all too nice to say anything. She thinks that because she's my sister, you guys are forced to spend time with her."

"But I like spending time with her," the younger whines.

"I know," Johnny answers simply. "She just," he inhales through his teeth, "doesn't have a lot of super close relationships. Actually, it was really only me and..." He eyes the staircase. "Can you blame her for having trust issues, though?" he asks rhetorically, more towards himself than anybody else.

"How can we show her we care about her? Like, genuinely?" Jungwoo asks, his simple yet quick thought process spitting out one debacle after another.

"I dunno, Woo. I really don't know. Maybe try to text her more? Maybe check on her every now and again?" Johnny thinks to a moment how much of his private conversation with you he wants to share. He determines that no true friendship deals in lies. "She wanted to apologise to Lucas for the fight they had a few weeks ago. She was willing to be wrong in her principles if it meant she could have that one deep connection back. She said no one had really contacted her since they'd started fighting. She said she felt alone."

Jungwoo's eyes swelled up to the size of saucers. Had he really been so neglectful? Had they all?

"I'm not telling you this to make you feel guilty. She'll never be honest about her emotions, though. She told me that if things didn't work out with Lucas, she would have to start trying to make new friends in class."

"Would she really replace us like that?"

"To her, it's not replacing something if you never really had it."

"She wouldn't even try to talk to us?"

Johnny shook his head. "That's what I'm saying. I wasn't going to tell you that, I don't want you guys to feel bad about it. But if I didn't say something, you'd never know how she felt."

Jaehyun, who'd kept his quiet so far, finally spoke up. "Well I hope she's accepting visitors. We've clearly left her to deal with her problems alone for too long."

"Let's go after breakfast," Johnny suggests, nearly being cut off by the ring of his phone. He excuses himself from the living room to answer it. "Hello? Y/N? What's up? We were just talking about you."

He doesn't see it, but you cringe a little at that. "Uh, hey, are you busy right now? Should I call you back another time?"

As off put as Johnny is by your tone, he doesn't question it. "For my adoring sister? I'm never to busy for you."

You wonder if he was genuinely not doing anything or not. "Really, we can talk later if-"

"Y/N, I'm not doing anything, what's going on?" The line is quiet for a moment. A sickening moment.

"I think I'm gonna transfer back home." Your brother feels his stomach drop. "I've been thinking about it for a while now. I just think it might be the better option for me. I don't know many people here on campus, I struggle to keep up with my Korean classes. I just think it's time I stop following you around like a lost puppy, ya know?" The line goes silent as you wait for his response. "Hello?" You wait. "John?"

"No." His answer is simple and definite.

"What do you mean 'no?'"

"I mean you're not leaving just because you're insecure. You and I both know you're doing wonderfully in your classes this semester. Why would you leave that behind? Because a boy cheated on you? Because you think no one wants to care about you? You're not leaving Korea."

"I wasn't asking. I was just letting you know." Johnny feels his heart break for you.

"On purpose! I care about you on purpose. We all care about you on purpose. Why do you keep trying to take yourself away from us?"

"You shouldn't have to care-"

"You think it's up to you if I care about you or not? That's not your decision. And it's not your decision whether or not the rest of NCT cares for you either. Why are you so hard headed?" Johnny groans loudly into the mic.

"I'm not enough of anything to be cared about."

"Shut up." He promptly hung up and grabbed his jacket.

Your tiny apartment wasn't really made to accommodate many people at once, but the five overgrown boys standing on your doorstep pushed their way into your apartment and made it work.

"Let's take a vote," is the first thing out of your stepbrother's mouth as soon as he crosses the threshold. "All in favor of Y/N transferring say 'aye.'" A silence falls over the boys. "All opposed say no."

"No," Jungwoo is the first to speak.

"No," Jaehyun is quick to follow.

"No," Ten says sternly.

"No," Taeyong adds.

"You have been unanimously voted to keep your ass in Korea and the court rules in favor of putting a bounty on you if you try to escape."

"Wait, wait, wait," you finally get out. "This isn't a democracy; your vote is irrelevant."

"Y/N, why do you want to leave so badly?" Ten asks, crossing his arms and leaning against your island.

"I have to learn to take care of myself. I can't depend on Johnny or Lucas to do that for me anymore."

"Is this really what you think is best for you?" Jaehyun asks, a tinge of guilt in his words.

"I don't know, I guess we'll find out in five weeks when the semester ends in December."

Lucas pressed his palms into his eyes, temporarily making himself see stars. It was cold, a thin layer of snow covering the ground and buildings outside. There was a blanket thrown over his shoulders but it did nothing for the morbid freeze that so deeply effected his mood.

It was midnight when he woke up. Really, he no longer had a desire to eat, and he couldn't make himself sleep anymore lest he grow physically sick. He was left to wallow in his thoughts as he stared out his window, watching the snow fall so peacefully.

"Did I do this?" He asks himself. "She's leaving because of me? Was it me who made her feel so small compared to everyone else? Was it me who made her feel so small compared to Yuri?"

He'd stopped seeing her, his fling. He came to realize that there was a hole in his heart that she could never fill. When he had you, perhaps Yuri was a fun toy to play with on the side. When you were stripped away from him and his sense of comfort was taken from him, he no longer wanted to play with her.

He tried not to contact you. He didn't deserve your time - but he wanted it.

He found himself standing outside of your apartment at one in the morning on a freezing December night. Public transport, if it even ran in this weather, had been closed for the night. There were no students wondering the campus either. He braved the elements alone.

Three sharp knocks. They weren't particularly loud. If you were asleep, he wanted you to remain asleep. But if you weren't, he needed to see you. He wanted to hold you, and kiss you, and love you; he needed to see you. You weren't his toy, you weren't his game - you were his survival, his comfort, his energy, his breath.

"Lucas? What are you wearing? It's snowing out there, are you crazy?"

"Please don't leave."

"Isn't it a little late in the night to be talking about college transfers?"

"Please don't leave me."

You'd seen Lucas cry about a lot of things. For such a physically built man, he was very emotional. He cries when he stubs his toe. He cries when he sees a dead animal on the road. He cries when he laughs to hard. He cries when he's drunk and misses you, no matter how close you might be. He cries over a plethora of movies from sad romcoms to cheesey action movies. Never have you ever seen Lucas sob. He was hysterical and unfiltered, and still in the middle of the hallway.

"Come in, Lucas. It's okay, come in." He steps inside, wiping his runny nose of his sleeve.

"Please don't leave me," he repeats. "I'll be better, I'll do better. I know you deserve so much more than me but please let me be selfish and keep you."

"You'll be better without me," you reassure.

Lucas out himself on his knees in front of you, his hand reaching out unsteadily to hold yours. "Please, Y/N. Please. I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry. If I could take it all back, I would. I swear I would. I hate myself for ruining what we had."

"It's okay, Lucas." You cradled his head to your waist and shushed him, letting his arms wrap around your legs. "It's okay. I wasn't enough and that's okay. You needed something else, that's okay. I wish I would have know, sure. I wish maybe you would have told me that I wasn't enough, but I understand why you did it."

"No, no, Y/N. No, that's not right at all. You were perfect - too perfect, and I wasn't enough of a man to cherish that. I'm not a man without you. I'm a scared little boy. Y/N, please, I love you."

You shush him and run your fingers through his hair until he calms down a bit.

"Lucas?" You ask softly. He hums in response. "Did we ever break up?" You feel his entire body tighten around you as he tensed. He pressed his face harder against your abdomen and cries harder."I'm not going to end it with you," you sigh, "I can't live on my own, you know that better than anyone. I'm so tired of being alone. I need you too."

"I don't have the words to describe you. I'm trying, but I don't know how to tell you what I feel right now."

"Then don't tell me in words."

"You know, I have really hated your life decisions lately." Johnny quips from the driver's seat. "I hate that you're studying abroad for an entire semester. I detest that you got back with your ex, and I am repulsed by the fact that you're wearing sandals in December. Your decisions just suck."

"But I'm making them," you smile at him. "It's only a few months, I'll be back from Bordeaux before you know it."

"I'm glad you're going to France instead of going home. For a minute there, I thought you'd really gone off the deep end."

"Thank you for talking me down from that."

"I really wouldn't have let you go, you know. I would not be driving you to the airport if I wasn't one hundred percent sure that you're going to France."

"Thank you."

"We're going to miss you, Y/N. All of us, we really are." You thank him and offer a warm smile.

"Are you sure you can take care of Lucas while I'm gone? Without killing him?"

Something serious flashes in Johnny's eyes for a second. "I will never see him the same. I hate that you forgave him. But it's your life, and I support you."

"He and I both had to change a lot over the last couple of months. He had to learn to cherish someone that he so often took for granted. He knows now what he did to me, he's made effort to change and I've forgiven him. I had to learn to cherish the people in my life too. I had to learn how to accept that I'm cared for. No body is perfect, but both of us are trying to be good."

"If you've both changed so much, are you still both the perfect opposites?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. I don't think I'm the same person I was before the fight."

"Oh yeah? What about him?"

"Hardly." Johnny hummed in acknowledgement. "I think maybe, he's the word now. He's an idea, an emotion. It's my turn to be the action. I get to live my life for me, now."

"You've always been strong," Johnny adds, pulling into the airport parking garage. "I'm glad you finally realized it."

"I'll be back in June," you remind. "I'll come back stronger than I've ever been before. I'll be able to do things for myself."

"We'll all be waiting for you. Six months?"

"Six months."

"I can't wait to meet you again in six months."

[lord-of-the-ducks]

Ok so I was pretty busy today, so instead of watching something new, I just decided to post the notes from when I watched Nosferatu back in July

Two things to keep in mind: there’s a couple random references to The Magnus Archives, so apologies if you have no clue who “door wife” is, and second, I took the first half of these notes after not sleeping for over 24 hours. I can’t remember why, but I had pulled an all nighter the night before and decided to watch and take notes on Nosferatu while I felt like I was about to pass out, so up until about halfway through the movie when I decided to stop and actually go to sleep, the notes are super weird, even to me. I can’t remember exactly where I started on a full night’s sleep, but it’s around the point where I start actually referring to Hutter by his actual name. 

Anyway, I watched this for free on YouTube and thankfully even though I was incredibly sleep deprived, I included time stamps. I’ll link the video that I used 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uNIajxOxdo

Takes place in 1838

“Nosferatu: Does this word not sound like the deathbird calling your name at midnight? Beware you never say it - for then the pictures of life will fade to shadows, haunting dreams will climb forth from your heart and feed on your blood”

Gutter? Hutter? Idk. And his wife Ellen

“The great death”

I wanna look like Putter. Or whatever the fuck his name is. He’s very gender

CAT

GOOD CAT ACTOR

I think the hair is historically accurate

Mutter’s face in the door is unintentionally terrifying at 2:07

I can’t tell if Ellen likes the flowers or not at 2:40

“Why did you kill them?” Ok I guess she’s sad. Shut up and put them in a vase

“No one can outrun their fate” bruh, he’s doing a light jog on a Wednesday, go away

Knock sounds like a name a nonbinary person would give themselves (3:29)

Knock is into the occult? Good for them

Count Orlok is the Dracula replacement

Knock seems to be the Renfield replacement and that makes me so happy

Ew capitalists (4:58)

Knock is not subtle… as all knocks are (5:10)

Stutter still looks like my ideal gender

“He wants a nice empty house” uh, same

Ok whatever this old house that looks like it’s definitely haunted is, Count Orlok won’t have an empty house. Because I’ll be there (6:19)

Wow Victorians just decide to drop everything and go on vacation (6:32)

“Land of thieves and phantoms” (7:01)

Ok the actor playing Ellen is great but Ellen, sit down and drink water (7:21)

I may or may not accidentally call Ellen “Helen”. I miss door wife

Who did Ellen dirty with those eyebags

I need to stop projecting myself onto Hutter and Helen onto Ellen

Ellen is “entrusted” to the wealthy ship owner, Harding, and his sister (8:52)

Ellen and Harding’s sister BETTER be gay

I want Butter’s cape… jacket… thing so much. New sewing project (9:22)

Look up the Carpathians (10:23)

These peasants are gonna tell Dutter spooky shit huh (11:13)

Yep. Knew it (11:47)

Nutter’s hair is actually really frizzy

“The werewolf is roaming the forests” (12:16)

No clue what the animal that’s supposed to be the werewolf is but GOOD BOY! GOOD JOB! (12:31)

GOOD HORSE ACTORS

GOOD BOY!!! (13:22)

I should make myself a scarf like Scutter’s 

“From the seed of Belief sprang the vampyre Nosferatu who liveth and feedeth on human bloode. This unholy creature liveth in sinister caves, tombes, and coffins, which are filled with cursed dirt from the fields of the Black Death” (14:19)

This is a particularly fascinating line to me. Vampires sort of lost their association with disease, at least the direct association, but it’s being returned here

Gutter laughing at the book and throwing it is very… gender? (14:49)

(16:08) Me at the AP/SAT tests

WHAT THE FUCK IS MY MAN DOING (16:14)

I want Shudder’s hat too

Heading over the pass is bad apparently (18:25)

BLUBBER JUST HAS THE ONE TINY BAG I’M SCREAMING

“As soon as Hutter crossed the bridge, he was seized by the eerie visions he so often told me of…” (18:53)

Narrator knows Glutter?

I wanna live on that cliff house

WHAT THE FUCK (19:15)

Count Orlok is so fucking gender give me that hat and cape NOW (19:46)

… They had inverse effects?

The fucking feather in the cap is such a vibe

Count Orlok is my gender. This… man gives me so much gender envy (21:18)

Count Orlok has some real nice shoes (22:01)

DINNER DATE TIME! (22:46)

Whoopsie. Cutter cut his thumb (23:31)

“You’ve hurt yourself… the precious blood!” The fuck? (23:43)

Futter’s reaction to the thumb suckling is priceless

“Can we not stay together a little longer my lovely man?” (24:16)

GAY. THIS IS GAY

Ok so Hutter is terrified, not because of Count Orlok looks like a raisin, but because of the thumb suckling and “my lovely man”

Gay chair sitting position (25:12)

DAMN ORLOK ACTUALLY DRANK HIS BLOOD HOLY SHIT! (25:56)

Stop showing off your pockets I know they’re actually useful (26:11)

Count Orlok made Jutter breakfast? Lunch? Idk. Gay.

That castle is actually stunning

“The mosquitos are a terrible nuisance. Two just bit me on the neck, side by side, quite close together” (27:46)

I really want Orlok’s coat too (29:20)

I swear to fuck if Ellen is Orlok’s reincarnated lover I will riot (29:50)

“Your wife has a lovely neck” Orlok I love you (29:52)

Orlok is straight up telling Lutter that they’re gonna be neighbors

Orlok looks like me showing anyone the unhinged shit that emerges from my brain (30:17)

(30:28) I still see Hutter and Ellen as lesbians and no one can stop me

“At night that same Nosferatu digs his claws into his victims and suckles himself on the hellish elixir of their bloode” (30:47)

How do they still have the book???

“Beware that his shadow does not engulf like a daemonic nightmare” (31:00)

Orlok I love you (31:32)

T h e  b l a n k e t  n e v e r  d i d  a n y t h i n g (32:21)

Helen smells Hutter being a dumbass (32:38)

Ok I thought that Ellen would be Mina since she’s married to the Jonathan, but based on the sleepwalking, she may be Lucy

Hutter being attacked is directly compared to Ellen sleepwalking. There’s a TON to unpack there (33:59)

(34:32) This confused me, but I think Ellen somehow led Orlok away? The way this was shot implies that he “sees” her

“The doctor described Ellen’s anxiety to me as some sort of unknown illness. But I know on that night, her soul heard the call of the deathbird. Nosferatu was already spreading his wings. At dawn, Hutter set out to investigate the horrors of the previous nights” (35:13)

I think Harding is the narrator?

I think I’ve heard “deathbird” used in reference to vampires before but idk

Ah yes, the coffin busting (36:35)

Collecting boxes of earth (37:50)

The way the coffin just jumps on and the horses ride off is hilarious

Hutter was brought to the hospital by a guy with an awesome coat (40:13)

Hutter is so dramatic I love them

Nothing good will happen to this ship’s crew

Comparison of carnivorous plants and vampires

Knock is under Orlok’s spell, definitely the stand in for Renfield

YES FLY EATER

Ellen? Pining? GAY (47:10)

Plague of people with wounds on their necks referred to as an epidemic (51:53)

Ships being closed if suspected of carrying plague

Sailor took ill. Won’t be long now

Can Orlok turn into rats?

"The death ship had a new captain" is such a raw ass line (58:19)

More sleepwalking from Ellen

“I must go to him. He’s coming”

I will never not love Orlok

KNOCK NO. STOOL ON THE BED IS A BAD IDEA

The stop motion is so funny for some reason

DAMN Knock’s getting bold

“Vampires can only draw their shadowy strength from the cursed earth in which they were buried” (1:03:28)

GOOD RATS. GOOD RAT ACTORS

Hutter got home fast huh

Orlok can walk through walIs? (1:06:59)

Very ghost like

Captain drained like a juice box

“Rats in the hold of the ship. Danger of plague” (1:10:51)

Everyone immediately abandons the body to avoid plague

Forbidden to transport victims at risk of spreading anything

Drawing crosses on doors (1:13:02)

Hutter forbids Helen from reading the vampire book (1:14:04)

Deliverance is possible by no other means but that an innocent maiden maketh the vampire heedeth not the first crowing of the cock, this is done by sacrifice of her own bloode" (1:15:06)

Orlok has just been…  watching Ellen?

OH NO! YOUR EX: (1:16:44)

Sievers???

Yeah. Leave her alone. Genius 

The town was paralyzed by fear. They were looking For A scapegoat: they chose Knock" (1:19:30)

This has SO much potential

Knock is accused of being a vampire

YOU'RE EMBROIDERING A LOVE LETTER?  (1:21:17)

I like Mutter's ruffle shirt

God this shot is cool (1:26:13)

Looks like Orlok was too horny for common sense

Sunlight vaporizes Vampires (1:28:36)

ELLEN SURVIVED HELL YES!

Or... not.

Shadow obliterated by the sun

[witchy-mel]

  *Template credit to @video-space​*

BULLY OC MEME

[INFO]

Name: Kendra Gouache

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Clique: Non-clique

Personality: Sheepish, Bubbly, Clumsy, Creative

Weapon/fighting style of choice: Spray paint/Her sketchbook(but only if she needed to. she's a wuss)

[DIALOGUE]

Greetings:

-Sup, Jimmy!

-Just the person I was looking for.

-What's crack'n?

Saying Goodbye:

-I gotta go help Ms.Philips. See ya!

-Oop. Time for my afterschool lessons.

-Well,it was nice talking to ya, James.

-Gotta go. Peace

Chasing:

-Get back here, you maggot!

-Running from a girl? You coward!

-Once I catch you,your body will be outlined with chalk!

Out of breath:

-Whatever...I gotta get to class...anyway..

-If Burton did his job...I’d be able to...run faster

-Damned short legs..

-You got...lucky this time...

Walking around talking to themselfs: 

-I hope I didn’t spill any paint on myself today.

-I’d rather eat painted fruit over Edna’s cooking

-I wish my cats would stop scratching me so much...

-If I were rich, I could buy all the art supplies I wanted

-I wonder if Ms. Philips needs any help today

-If all the space in my head is fills up with art ideas, I won’t have any space left for my classwork!

-Why am I always late for class?

-I need new models for my drawings

-I wonder what kind of flowers Pinky likes?

-Maybe if I stopped drawing in all my notebooks, I might actually learn something.

-Drawing hands is like teaching a dog to speak Mandarin!

-I fell 30 times today! That’s a new record!

-It’s hard to find a good model when everyone around you looks as plain as a white wall.

Conversing:

-Do you know how hard it is to be an artist with no inspirations?

-Edna puts red paint in the spaghetti sauce. I’ve seen it!

-If you were turned into a banana, would you eat yourself to survive?

-Do you have any Band-Aids? The nurse ran out.

-One time my cat ran away and when he came back, he was bigger than before! Days later, a bunch of kittens appeared, and that’s how I found out “he” was a she

-I once painted a picture of one of Ms.Philips cats, but when I showed her the painting, she started crying

-Any methods on how to get paint out of your clothes?

-Have you ever tried being a model?

-Do you know how hard it is having your uncle as your teacher at school?

-Christy told me that she used to be a princess in her past life.

-Did you notice the extra hairs in the casserole today? 

-When I was 7 years old, my little sister scribbled on one of my drawings. As revenge I drew a scary face on one of her dolls

-I noticed Ms.Philips has been happier these days. Do you think she found her cat?

Conversation Response:

-That’s just horrible

-Never heard of it

-That’s interesting

-You think so?

-Well that’s one way to put it

-Seriously?

-Then what happened?

-Does she know?

-What did they say?

-That can't be right

-My thoughts exactly

-Wh- ew, gross..

-Did you get caught?

-That must’ve hurt

-Oh boy

-Say it ain’t so

-I don’t think so

-I’ve seen worst

-I’ve tried it

-Who would’ve thought

Complaining:

-Aw man, I got paint on my clothes again!

-Just great, another sketchbook ruined

-This sucks!

-So cruel!

-Why am I the unlucky one?

-Not again!

-Noooo, my camera!

-My whole life is a happy little accident

-*sniffle*T-This is the w-worst *sniffle*

-This is so lame

Unknown/Cut Dialogue:

-Jimmy, you do realize this is the girls dorm, right?

-Spray paint? Yeah, I got some extra cans you can use.

-Hey, stop that! You’re messing up my painting!

Starting fight with Cliques:

[Bullies]

-At least I don’t take orders from a big dumb ogre!

-Wanna go, pepperoni face?

-Once I’m finished with you, pimples won’t be the only thing on your face!

[Preps]

-For someone’s who rich, you sure do make poor decisions!

-Would be a shame if you got red paint all over your pretty face, huh?

-Daddy won’t save you this time!

[Greasers]

-Oil goes in cars, not you’re hair, idiot!

-Wanna side of fries with that grease, oil stain?

-Get ready to kiss the floor, grease monkey!

[Nerds]

-For someone with four eyes, I’m surprised you don’t see how ugly you are!

-How about you calculate my foot up your ass!

-Why don’t you go cry to mommy, nerd!

[Jocks]

-If you stopped cuddling in the showers, you’d actually be good at football!

-Do you fight as bad as you play?

-Go back to the zoo, you pea-brained ape!

[Townies]

-Was your hairstylist a dropout too?

-You smell like trash and disappointment!

-Your chances of winning a fight is as low as your IQ!

Requesting an errand:

-Hey, could you do something for me?

-You’re not busy right?

-A little help here.

-Care to help an artist in need?

Friendly Comments:

-That shade of blue looks good on you!

-I love what you did with your hair!

-You’d be perfect for my next model!

-Woah, careful now

-No need to get aggressive

Unfriendly Comments:

-Weirdo..

-You might as well put on a clown wig because you look ridiculous!

-Can’t you go be useless somewhere else?

-Don’t you have a class to go fail?

-Hey watch it maniac!

-Your face is ruining my view

[EXTRA]

Demanding flowers:

-Good artists deserve nice gifts, don’t cha think?

-I spy, with my little eye, something I want

-I like presents that: smell good, look pretty, and can be put in a vase.

-I’m looking for pretty things to paint. Got anything?

After receiving flowers:

-Thank you for your patronage!

-Aww, and they even match the paint splatters

-Art supplies would’ve been better, but these will do

-My favorite! How’d you know?

Before kissing:

(this would never happen, but for the sake of her being a girl)

-Paint your kiss on my lips

-I never kissed anyone before. Will you be my first?

-Alright, here I go!

-Kiss me like one of your French girls

Post-kiss:

-Oh no, I got paint all on your clothes

-So, that’s what it’s like to kiss a boy

-This... is so embarrassing...

-I-I’m not blushing! Its red paint...

[PHOTO OF YOUR OC]

( i don’t have any friends to tag T-T)

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Scars: Year five, Chapter two

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, implied nudity, bruising, implied self harm,

James no longer cared about the surrounding boys in that moment, all his focus was one the female in his arms.

The boy was sobbing into her hair and constantly pulling her body closer to him and he leant back on his foot.

He didn't care.

James didn't care that Sirius had placed his hand on James's shoulder. He didn't care that the door to the dorm was open and a small second year boy had been staring at him, James simply didn't care about anything other than the female in his arms.

Everything else was nonexistent and all he could feel, see and hear was his sister.

He, He didn't care that there was still far too much to fix in their relationship before he would be aloud to call her his family again because all he cared about was the fact that he could hold his baby sister in his arms again.

He had her back.

And James wouldn't let anything take her away from him after that. __________ Y/n L/n ended up sleeping in bed with James Potter that night and when she awoke he still wouldn't let her go ___

When she did awake though, the boys were still wary of her.

" Y/n we're not going to pry but why were you such a jackass before?"

The girl's face paled and she diverted her eyes from their faces, instead choosing to look out to window.

" Family stuff."

James looked back over to her as Sirius walked to where she had been standing, engulfing her in a hug that hurt her already bruised hips and waist. Remus, who had already been used to noticing her small unnoticeable action's noticed her wince as Sirius placed pressure on her hips/waist during the hug. He saw how she plastered on a smile through the pain and how she flinched even more when Sirius hoisted her up to get a better height advantage.

" Welcome back sis..."

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" You're going to the game with us later right Y/n?"

The girl nodded discreetly, not taking her eyes off the goblet of gillywater before her. James reached over and lightly fisted at her long-sleeved shirt. " Why don't you put on something different, it'll be hot outside N/n."

There it was again.

His use of the nickname. His concern that she would overheat.

And there she was again.

Remus Lupin wasn't the type to not notice things. So when Y/n said she had simply been cold, he knew something was up. Y/n was normally rather warm and even when she were cold she never wore long sleeves, only a cloak, a black cloak and her shirt. But never long sleeves.

He knew something was up.

And Remus Lupin would get to the bottom of it. ____________________________

After James and Sirius had broken off from the group to get in uniform Remus noticed Y/n's breathing shorten multiple beats.

And how she tried to hide it.

Later on in the game Remus noticed her rather subtle flinches when noise increased and how the grip on her left arm increased. Eventually Remus had leant over and lightly grasped her arm, taking it off of the other, and whispered in her ear, " Remember to breath love." ____________________________

" Hi Liz, I don't think my friends still want to meet you..."

She sunk down and placed the flowers into the vase beside her gravestone, sitting next it.

" I miss you, I know the truth too now... I still wish you were here."

The girl moved over and lightly leaned against the stone.

" I'm sorry about what happened too. You didn't deserve to die... you and mum should be here sitting next to me."

The girl let out a shaky sigh, not even attempting to stop the silent tears.

" Today was horrible... he threatened me again, said if I went back to the boys he would force me to do stuff again. I'm scared Liz... I'm so scared."

Y/n let out a quiet sob and pulled her knees up next to her on the ground and continued to sob onto the grave-stone as a group of four boys watched her from the woods edge with guilt.

The four of them had pushed her away earlier that week because Remus told them he'd watched Y/n leave the common room at midnight every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday before returning near three a.m. with hickeys and bruises covering her arms and neck. Now standing there, watching her spill her heart out to her sister's grave-stone, they all felt like piles of shite, especially the tallest of them all.

" I miss the boys Liz... I miss them so much and they won't even believe me."

Sirius, James, Peter and Remus slowly came out and started to walk over towards the sobbing, unassuming girl.

She reached out and wiped her face, forcing tears back, before reaching out into her pocket and pulling out a pocket watch. " Sorry, I'm crying too much and I'm supposed to be happy for you. It's your birthday after all, I remember you always wanted a pocket watch."

Her voice cracked and went up an octave before she broke out into sobs again.

The boys finally walked up next her and squatted down. Remus pulled her into his shoulder and wrapped his arms securely around her as James and Sirius placed their hands on her shoulder and Peter placed a few flowers with Y/n's.

" We're sorry we never believed you earlier love. We were just wary..."

James spoke up next, " You never denied us that he had been controlling you because you already knew... and you had been trying to point it out to us..." ____________________________

Later that day Y/n had been sitting with James on his bed doing a bit of last-minute homework. The girl knew that homework was supposed to be her biggest problem at the moment yet she just couldn't get what James had said off her mind.

Did we not care enough or did you decide that a bloody prick from Hufflepuff made you feel more at home than we did?!

Did James really think she felt more at home with someone who'd kept her under blackmail than with people who she loved?

Did Mr. Charlie Chadington Williams remind you of poor mummy and dad or did we just stop being your family?

Did he really think she had been attracted to toxic people?

Did James really think her cruel?

Does he really hate me?

Did they really regret befriending me?

Why was I such a horrible person?

I didn't want to be, he said if I didn't he'd-

" You okay love? James sent me to talk to you because you wouldn't respond when he talked."

Y/n's back straightened and her head snapped up to see Remus had been squatting on the floor before her. She didn't notice there were tears dripping down her face until Remus reached up and cupped it, wiping them away.

The girl dropped her head again, letting it plop onto his shoulder with a light thump.

When Remus had looked into her eyes only seconds ago he saw every insecurity peaking through Y/n's now thick wall of brick hiding her from the world and he just came to realize that while the girl had been an ass, she had emotions hidden behind a wall of anger. The boys had blamed her for all the pain and anger that she'd put them through.

In the small moment where he saw through her walls and watched as her insecurities came out Remus finally realized that Y/n wasn't the person they needed to blame for her faults.

They should've blamed whoever made her that way.

" Does James really think I'm attracted to toxic people? Do you really think I wanted to be such a jackass?"

She lifted her head up again and turned to look out of the window, keeping her gaze away from Remus's eyes.

" Was I really such an ass that you guys started to regret knowing me? I mean, if- If you did start to, I wouldn't blame you. I was a bloody cunt... but you guy's have to realize I didn't want to be one."

Her voice broke slightly near the end and Remus suddenly figured out why she had been quieter recently.

He immediately came forward and moved next to the girl on James' bed, gently grasping her chin and forcing her to look him in the eye. " No- No love, no. We- James doesn't think you're attracted to toxic people he was just upset that you'd stopped hanging out with us. No, We- we didn't know why you were acting like an arse but we also never thought you wanted to be like that either."

Her head shook and a few tears fell out of the windows to her soul again.

" We never regretted knowing you either Y/n. If we all had a choice we would never go back and change knowing you. Y/n darling you've helped all of us in so many ways you'll never understand, trust me, we would never regret knowing you."

Remus leaned forward and wrapped her in a one armed hug, lightly threading at her hair, and tenderly pressed a kiss to her forehead.

" He says I deserve what mum does because I didn't listen to him when he told me to stop hanging around you guys... I think I deserve what they do because I listened to him and ignored you guys."

Remus was pissed that someone could make Y/n think things as such.

He buried his head into her hair and squeezed the girl tightly before pulling his head up and resting it atop her's, biting his lip to keep the slur of curses coming through.

" I don't give a damn about what you've done to us Y/n, you don't deserve that shit."

" And tell me what kind've blackmail Chad has on you before you show me your arms, hips and waist to make sure I have the right guy." ________________________________

" Y/n, wanna go down to Honeydukes with me?"

" Yeah but you can't get the whole stock of biscuits this time Peter."

∑(ﾟДﾟ)

" We can also stop by your sisters grave and give her more flowers."

" Sounds like a plan Peter." ________________________

" Re-Remus..." Her voice wavered and the boy saw her tear filled eyes start to water. He pulled off the cloak he’d been wearing and wrapped it around her nearly naked body.

" I'm here love, don't worry, I'm here now..."

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Lieutenant - Part Two: 1943

Series Masterlist | Master Masterlist

Marvel x black!OC, Bucky Barnes x black!OC On her trip to the Stark Expo, Jackie is reunited with Steve and Bucky, but ditched by her husband. How is she supposed to juggle the negative feelings she harbors towards her husband and the romantic feelings she has towards a man that she’s not supposed to love.

5.6k+ Words

Featuring: Jackie Johnson, Bucky Barnes, David Wilson, Andre Wilson, Steve Rogers (mentioned), Connie, Bonnie, Mama Gloria Johnson, Jordan Johnson, Freddie Johnson (mentioned), Felicity Johnson, Howard Stark (appears) Warning: Cursing. Mentions of cheating. Domestic abuse. Racist Microaggressions (I don’t remember if it’s this chapter or next) A/N: Let me know how you like it! The chapters just get longer and longer. But Bucky and Jackie are 🥺

Part One: 1943

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Despite having a dark skin tone, Jackie could see a purple bruise inhabiting her left cheek where her husband hit her yesterday afternoon. She noticed it when she first woke up that morning and had tried her hardest to hide it any way she could, but her attempts weren’t going anywhere. It was the night of the expo that Bucky invited David and her to, but she was dreading to go. Bucky and Steve were always protective of her; being a young black girl in the only black neighbourhood of Brooklyn, she tended to get in a bit of trouble. They assigned themselves to be bodyguards and it hadn’t changed as they grew up; so, with the bruise on her face and the obvious tension Bucky observed between the husband and wife yesterday, the soldier knew who the culprit would be. 

“The expo is gonna start soon,” David snakes an arm around her waist, settling his chin on her shoulder. She tenses slightly and he notices. “I’m sorry about that, I really am.” She doesn’t answer, because she doesn’t know how to answer.

“It should be gone by tomorrow,” her monotone voice brings a frown to his face and he pulls her closer to his body.

“Let’s try to make our last few days together remarkable, starting tomorrow.” At his words Jackie turns around and leans against the counter, her arms folding across her chest. His eyes are sincere and there’s a small grin on his face. And it was small  moments like this where Jackie remembered why she loved him. He wasn’t always short-tempered and bad, but the two did get married five months after they had met; so, maybe Jacquelin didn’t know who her husband was all too well. She gives him a soft grin right back.

“Why not start today?”

“Well,” he now puts his hands on her arms leaning a little closer, “tonight, we are joining a bunch of white men to a ridiculous expo and I do have to finish some things before I ship out. But after tonight, we can leave Andre with your mother and enjoy a few days to ourselves.” David gives her a soft kiss and places his forehead on hers.

“You’re leaving early?”She pulls away a little, obvious confusion sitting on her features.

“Yeah, but I promise that I am all yours until we leave for duty.”

“Well, you can’t necessarily abandon your son before you’re gone for who knows how long.”

“I know that, woman,” He chuckles and Jackie joins him. “On our final day, it’ll just be us.”

“Just us?” Jackie is skeptical for a moment. They haven’t had a day with only the family since Andre was first born.

“I promise.” David kisses his wife one more time before stepping away to start getting ready. Jackie was already dressed since she had to take Andre to her mother’s house. The baby was sleeping in his crib already dressed for his day at his grandmother’s. After double checking his baby bag, she scoops him up.

“I’ll meet you there okay?” She plants a soft, but hesitant kiss on David’s cheek and leaves the room without waiting for an answer.

It was warm outside, the sun was sitting on the horizon allowing for a bit of sunlight to guide her to her mother’s. A few neighbors greet the mother and sleeping baby, a lot of people noticing the bruise but not commenting on it. There were rumors of David that when he was a little too drunk or Jackie was a little “out of place,” he would lay his hands on her. Some said every night and some would say not very often. No one knew the truth, but they knew the type of man David was even though the little family had only been in the little apartment for a little under a year. He had high confidence and the means to prove how much of  a man he was, and ironically, that’s what attracted Jackie to him in the first place (and of course the fact that she couldn’t really have who she really wanted).

  However, last night was the first time David put his hand on her with such force, he usually gripped her too tight and said things that crushed her spirit to nothingness, but never before had he put his hand on her. She knew what her mother was going to say, but Jackie couldn’t leave him. He was the father of her son and in semblance, she loved him.

It doesn’t take her long to get to her destination. Her knocks on the door are answered by her little brother, but he doesn’t open it for her. He greets her with a quick, and sloppy hug before running off.

“Jordan!” Jackie exclaims and he turns around momentarily.

“I’ve gotta go!” He waves back and then continues running down the sidewalk. Jackie shakes her head before stepping into the quaint townhouse stacked between two similar townhouses.

“Ma!” She shouts through the house, taking off her shoes at the door and pushing herself through the space. The house looked the same, the only thing knew was the vase of flowers adorning the coffee table.

“Jackie, you’re here already?”

“Yes mom, the expo starts in about an hour, David’s already headed down there.” Jackie continues walking until she makes it to the kitchen. “I just brought you your favorite grandson.” Jackie places Andre into the crib that was in the kitchen, trying to hide her cheek from her mother.

“I won’t tell Frederick you said that, he already thinks I spoil Andre more than his girls.”

“Well of course you do, ma. Freddie moved himself down south so all you have now is my baby. If he has a problem with it, he can move back.” Jackie tucks the blanket around her son, her face still turned around from her mother. She places a kiss on Andre’s head and smooths out his curly black hair.

“Why hasn’t David shown himself around here in a while?” Ma’s stirring the pot, but her eyes are on her daughter’s back.

“Guess he’s just been busy.” Jackie shrugs. She is so preoccupied on her fussing son that she jumps when her mother places a soft hand on her arm.

“Rumors spread around fast here Jacquelin. And you don’t wanna talk to me, so I always be assuming the worst.” 

Jackie slowly turns her head towards her mother and a quick gasp escapes the lips of the older woman. The bruise is hidden partially under the makeup applied, but Gloria can still see it on her daughter’s dark skin. She touches it and the new mother winces, the pain still radiating.

“He laid a hand on you?” Gloria whispers, not believing the sight that was in front of her. A tear escapes out of Jackie’s eye and she rips her face out of her mother’s grasp.

“It’s not as bad as you think.” Jackie pulls her jacket closer to her body. “It was an accident, entirely my fault.”

“I don’t know what that monster has been pouring into your ears, but don’t you dare defend him! He does not have the right to put his hands on you!” Her voice rises as the words spill out from her throat, concern, worry, and anger coating them as well.

“And you don’t have the right to get into our business!” Jackie yells back.  

“I am your mother!” Gloria spits back, glaring at her daughter, who was unrecognizable.

“I told you, it wasn’t his fault. It was an accident.” Gloria is shocked by Jackie’s words, her feet taking a few steps back and her hand grasping the baby crib.

“Jackie Ann, stop lying to yourself. Everyone sees it, when will you?”

“You think I don’t see it, mom?!” Jackie hisses, but her voice begins to tremble. “I know that when he’s with me, he’s not with me. His mind is off floating to his little side piece as he neglects loving me and loving his son. I see his anger all the time and it scares me, because he is not the same man that I married. I see that more than anyone.” Tears have fully escaped Jackie’s face, the makeup around her eyes becoming slightly smudged.

“Then why are you staying with him.” Gloria puts a hand on the crying woman’s unharmed cheek, curiosity obvious on her face.

“Mama,” Jackie grasps her mother’s hand and holds tight. “Andre deserves to be brought up right. I will not be the reason that his father disappears from his life. After Papa died in the war I saw how you struggled with the four of us and I saw how much Freddie has changed since he doesn’t have his pops anymore. I don’t want that for Andre.”

“You shouldn’t put such expectation on yourself. You can’t control the world. You and that bastard ared both soldiers in this war and you know you can’t change the outcome.”

“I will try my hardest.” With those parting words Jackie grips herself from her mother’s hands and proceeds to exit the house. She was glad that her small heeled shoes slipped right on, she didn’t want to spend another second in that house. 

Jackie notices her youngest sibling sitting on the stairs that sat in front of the door. 

“Don’t go.” Jackie’s knees weaken due to her sister’s eyes. Although she wants to immediately leave, she knows that she can’t leave Felicity like this. The older sister kneels in front of the younger one.

“Hey, everything’s gonna be okay,” Jackie caresses Felicity’s chin and forces a smile on her own face. “It’ll all be okay, promise.”

“It doesn’t seem like it will be. You and Frederick are going off overseas. Rumors about David are going around the neighborhood. It just doesn’t seem alright.”

“Freddy and I will make it back. And don’t listen to those rumors, David and I are just going through a rough patch. When this war is over and we come back home, everything will be okay,” Jackie rises and gives her a comforting look before leaving.

The sun had already set when Jackie made it to the destination. Everything that had happened earlier that day seemed to escape her as she took in the bustling crowd that floated around. Despite the sneak looks that many whites gave as they moved, Jackie could tell that it was going to be a good night.

“Hey Bucky!”

The exclamation causes Jackie to turn her head to where it came from. She sees two young white women standing off beside a statue, the brunette has her hand raised in a wave to someone approaching them. Jackie follows the trajectory and notices Bucky and Steve. She makes her way over, nerves clawing away at the insides of her stomach and a sense of security rising around her as she happened to be a lone black woman in a crowd bustling with those who didn’t want her there. 

The nurse catches up to the group and Bucky immediately notices her. “Jacquelin!” He says, wanting to take a step towards her to embrace her, but Steve and the blonde lady stand in his way.

“Evening James.” Jackie grins and then looks to her other friend. “Steve.” Her hand brushes his outer arm slightly as she finally sets her eyes on his small frame. “Thank you again for inviting us.” Her eyes quickly sweep over the group before landing back on her intertwined hands.

“Where’s David?” Bucky asks, something familiar to hope dancing in his eyes.

“He said he was making his way here. I just arrived.” Jackie forces herself to look everywhere but at him, especially when that brunette lady was stuffing herself beside James like he was hers to claim. She didn’t know where this ferocity came from, just yesterday she had told herself that he couldn’t possibly be hers, but seeing him in another woman’s arms did something to her beating heart. The brunette’s actions forcibly stopped Jackie’s heart a few times and Jackie couldn’t bear that feeling. So she rips her eyes away to look for her husband.

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon.” Steve answers and that brings a smile to the black woman’s face. Something he was always able to do.

“Thanks Stevie.” The nickname slips out of Jackie’s lips as a quiet whisper which only Steve could hear and he nods. 

“Jackie!” James says as if to bring Jackie’s attention back to himself, “this is Connie and Bonnie.” He points to the brunette and blonde respectively. “Girls, this is Jackie. A friend.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Jackie smiles, holding her hand out to shake, and they all greet each other. The group all begin walking deeper into the convention, time passing by around them.

“Welcome to the Modern Marvels Pavilion and the World of Tomorrow. A greater world. A better world.” exclaims of a Mr. Stark begin to rise from the surrounding crowd.

“Oh, my God! It’s starting!” Connie exclaims, giggles spilling out of her and her friend’s throats. Connie grabs James’s hand and pulls him toward the grand stage that sat in the back of the large hall, Bonnie follows along while Steve and Jackie are left behind, walking together.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Howard Stark!”

“How’ve you been Steve?” Jackie asks, the two of them getting closer to the group of three in the front.

“I’ve been better.” He shrugs and Jackie nudges him with her body, a small smile appearing on his face.

“I heard you’ve been trying to enlist. I’m sorry that that isn’t working out for you.” They finally stop behind the trio. She places a hand on his arm and he looks up to her. “I know that you’ll find your calling. James’s trying to prove that the whole universe can’t keep the three of us apart.”

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah,” she smiles a full smile and then grabs a piece of popcorn from the bag he is holding. “And you know what, I kind of want him to prove it wrong.” She shrugs and at the mention of his name Bucky looks back at his two best friends talking. Jackie feels his eyes on her and she looks up at him, giving a loving grin. He absolutely adored how easily she could bring a smile to Steve’s face and he missed the bond the three of them used to have. She averts her gaze from him and finally pays attention to the man on stage who just placed a kiss on the female announcer. 

“Ladies and gentleman,” Howard begins. Steve offers popcorn to his ‘date,’ which she silently refuses and turns her face back to the front.“What if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even have to touch the ground at all?”

“It’s okay,” Jackie pats Steve’s shoulder. When the small white man settles himself back beside her, Jackie looks around for her husband, who she can’t seem to find. It shouldn’t have been hard to find him, she seemed to be the only black woman – black person – in the crowd. 

Mr. Stark continues showcasing his invention, but Jackie’s mind is somewhere else as she begins to think about where her husband could be. But she knew.

A slam brings her attention back to the stage up front and the vehicle seems to be spitting out smoke. “I did say a few years, didn’t I?” Stark says and the crowd begins applauding, Jackie’s hands joining in claps as well but she wasn’t really paying attention.

“Hey Steve, what do you say we treat these girls –” James turns and trails off when he notices that Steve has disappeared from Jackie’s side. He looks to the short black woman, whose gaze is off to the side, tears beginning to brim. “Jackie?”

She slowly turns her head towards him and notices the look he’s giving her. “I’m sorry, did you say something?” He looks as if he is going to wipe the tear away from her cheek and his hand raises, almost making its way to its destination, but Jackie beats him to it and wipes it away.

“Are you o–”

“Where’s Stevie?” Jackie interrupts him and he forces a sigh out. It was always one step forward but ten steps back when it came to the relationship between the two of them.

“I’m not sure. Wanna help me look for him?” Jackie nods and begins walking away from the stage as James turns to sas something to the other two girls. 

Jackie doesn’t make it too far when James reaches up to her. She doesn’t spare him a glance, because surprisingly he hasn’t noticed the bruise peeking out from under her makeup. His attention was probably focused on the beautiful brunette and bimbo of a friend.

“I’m sorry that your hus–”

“Please don’t James. It doesn’t matter.” She shrugs dejectedly, her eyes now looking for Steve and not her husband. “I just wish sometimes that we can go back, you know. Back to when we were children sneaking out of the house so we could play some made up game at the park.” She gives out a sad sigh, her hands swinging by her side which would occasionally swipe against James’s warm one.

“I do too. But then you wouldn’t have your son.” Jackie slightly nods at his truth. “And I wouldn’t get to see how beautiful you’ve become.” Jackie chuckles shyly at that and shakes her head. She finally glances up at him and he shoots her a smirk, but then spots it. The bruise. His hand comes up to her almost at a superhuman-like speed and it stops her in her place. Jackie notices what is happening and tries to step away, but James’s hold is firm.

“James, let me go.” She quietly hisses and his eyes roam on the purple mark. The makeup was accidentally smudged by Jackie so now it was more prevalent on her dark face.

“Did he do this to you?” He hisses back, taking a bit of a step closer. She doesn’t answer and Bucky pulls her around a corner that is secluded from the rest of the crowd. Here he can finally place a hand on her cheek. The touch brings a heat to Jackie’s body and if it weren’t for the current situation they were in, she would keep his hand there. It was gentle and genuine, something that she hadn’t felt in a long time and the fact that it was him touching her, made it more special. But for now she just wanted to step away. “Jackie, what happened?” His tone changes into a softer one and his thumb softly grazes her skin, a chill swimming down her spine. She didn’t know how a man so much larger than her could soften himself up just to make sure she was okay.

“James, it is none of your concern.” She couldn’t bring herself to spill some lie to him, he would see right through her. 

“Why not? He put his hands on you!” His other hand now cups her other cheeks and he is looking into her eyes, sincerity and care swimming in them. “Was it because I stopped by yesterday?” When Jackie doesn’t answer, he chokes out a tortured sound and his eyes close. His forehead rests on hers and she closes her eyes with him.

“James,” she chokes out and he opens his eyes, leaning back a little. “I promise you don’t have to worry.”

His eyes glaze over her face, noticing the dried tear streaks on her face. Jackie’s eyes are still closed so it allows for him to finally look at her, without her shying away. “When are you gonna understand that I am always going to worry about you?” 

“But you can’t James. You know you can’t.” She then opens her eyes and lets them linger on her friend. Softly, she takes his forearms and leads them back to his side. Her hands then hesitantly slid off of him.

“He’s lucky he didn’t show up.” The fury is still present in his eyes, his hands now balled into fists as his thoughts wander to Jackie’s abusive husband. 

“And that would cause more problems that neither of us could deal with.” She steps back and leans against the wall that was beside them. “Besides, you don’t see me causing any trouble with that girl you brought.” This leaves her mouth nonchalantly, but it puts James on alert.

“Really Jackie?” He scoffs before putting himself beside her. “I brought her and her friend to cheer Steve up and I really didn’t want to watch you and your husband smooching and whatnot.”

“Well I guess David didn’t get the memo.” Jackie pushes herself off the wall and begins walking toward a recruitment building in the distance.

“Jackie, you’ve become a little unfair since the last time I saw you.” He cups her elbow and slows her down a bit.

“Well James, it’s not like we can travel back in time to relive our glory days, or go to a different dimension where we can be together.” The two of them pass a photo booth and James stops for only a second to address the photographer within one side.

“I know that, I know that you believe that that's the easiest way to address...us and maybe it is.” He stops walking and so does she, taking just a moment to look at his beauty. “But for just this second, before we resume looking for Steve and before we have to go our separate ways, let us not think that way.”

“And how do you suppose we do that?” 

James lightly takes her hand and begins walking backward, pulling her toward the photo booth that remained ready for them. There’s a teasing smile on his face and Jackie rolls her eyes, but honestly she was taking this carefree moment. It was like they were teenagers again and there was no one around that could possibly bother them. For once Jackie didn’t care what was going on around them.

James leads Jackie into the booth first and then he steps in behind her, his hand finding its way to her waist. He marvels at her innocent beauty, something she always tried to put to the sidelines as they grew up but he always noticed. And now the only thing that disrupted it was the purple bruise on her cheek.

“I’m sorry about what he did to you. You don’t deserve it.” He whispers, the space between them small. The hand that isn’t lying on her waist delicately traces her cheekbone and its sending chills throughout her body.

“It’s okay.” She says back. The tension building in between them was too much for her to handle so she turned her face to the camera. “Are we just going to smile?” 

When Bucky doesn’t answer, she faces him only to find that his eyes never left her. A lazy grin decorates his face and Jackie chuckles, removing his hand from her face and turning his face to the camera just in time for it to flash. “That should be a good picture, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, should be good. But let’s take one more.”

“James, we have to look for Steve.”

“Just one more.”

James’s hand returns to cup Jackie’s cheek and he pulls her forward, his lips almost touching hers. And he wants to, but he sees the hesitance in her eyes and he would never put her in a difficult situation.  His lips turn up to show his happiness and Jackie lets out a hesitant laugh. It’s that moment when the second flash goes off, but neither of them really notice.

“Can we go find Steve now?”

“Yeah, I guess we should.” But he doesn’t move and if Jackie wasn’t married she would’ve kissed him that second. But she was a good person, too good of a person. And she was a black woman in 1940s America, she didn’t need anything to be harder for her.

“Bucky, we have to go.”

“Now you call me Bucky?” He rolls his eyes before grabbing her hand and exiting the booth. When they make it out of the little space they created together, Jackie pulls her hand out of James’s hands and  into a position in front of her body.

“It seems to be the only thing that can get you out of whatever trance you were just in.” 

“Fair enough,” he shrugs with a grin. “I bet Steve’s in here.” He leads her into the very same recruitment building she noticed minutes ago. The crowd around them bustles with movement, no one seeming to notice the short break they took from reality. The white soldier and the black woman. Oh, how she yearned for a time where the didn’t have to hide. 

When they make it inside, it isn’t hard for her to find Steve. She grabs James’s forearm and pulls him toward their smaller friend.

“Come on. You’re kind of missing the point of a double date.” Bucky shouts to Steve and it takes everything in Jackie not to roll her eyes. “We’re taking the girls dancing.”

Steve looks between the two of his friends. Trying to comprehend what could possibly happen tonight especially with an abandoned Jackie and an accompanied Bucky. “You go ahead,  I’ll catch up with you.” He brushes them off instead so that he can fulfill what he wanted to.

“You’re really going to do this again?” The uniform clad brunette says when it finally dawns on him what Steve’s gonna do.

“Well, it’s a fair. I’m gonna try my luck.” Steve answers back and Jackie tries to comfort him by stepping closer and placing a hand on his arm, as if to ground him.

“As who, Steve from Ohio?” Bucky grimaces, and Jackie tries to place herself between them while hoping that no one’s attention would be on them. “They’ll catch you. Or worse, they’ll actually take you.”

“Steve, you need to be careful. Bucky can bust you out of all of things, but jail isn’t one of them.” Jackie’s hand grip Steve’s forearm tighter, as if it were a warning.

“Look, I know you guys don’t think I can do this.”

“That’s not what I’m saying Stevie.” Jackie says simultaneously with Bucky’s answer.

“This isn’t a back alley, Steve. It’s war.”

“I know it’s a war.”

Bucky speaks before Jackie can say anything, and she pulls herself closer to Steve. “Why are you so keen to fight? There are so many important jobs.”

“What do you want me to do? Collect scrap metal in my little red wagon?” Steve rebuttals, annoyance and a little anger minimally hidden in his words.

“Boys, let’s not cause–” Jackie tries again.

“Yes! Why not?”

“I’m not gonna sit in a factory, Bucky.” Bucky says something again, but Jackie’s attention is on the people around them. “Bucky, come on.” Steve exclaims and both Bucky and Jackie stop. “There are men lying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them. That’s what you don’t understand. This isn’t about me.”

“Right. ‘Cause you got nothing to prove.” Bucky nods, annoyance obviously on his own face.

“James, that’s unfair.” Jackie says, standing right beside Steve and looking up to the soldier in front of her. He looks down to her, his jaw clenched. She shakes her head at him to stop him from saying something he’d regret.

No one can speak up again because Connie’s voice arises from behind. “Hey Sarge! Are we going dancing?” something changes in James as he turns around to address her and it pisses Jackie off. This time she doesn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. Steve catches it and gives her a little chuckle.

“Yes, we are.” He turns back to Steve and shakes his head, before addressing Jackie. “You coming?”

Jackie looks from him to the two ladies behind him, her arms crossing in front of her body as if to shield herself. “No thank you, I think I’m just gonna head home early.” She doesn’t really look at him this time, and those few intimate moments they spent with each other seemed like it was nonexistent. Bucky shakes his head in disbelief before making his way to join the two white ladies.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” He says to Steve.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” The joke causes a laugh to explode from Jackie’s chest and she quickly places her hand over her mouth, looking down to the ground.

“You’re a punk.”

“Jerk.” Bucky walks back towards Steve and envelops him into a hug.

“Be careful.” He then steps to Jackie and grasps her hand in a little, secret hold.

“Make it back, okay?” Jackie whispers and James softly grins. 

“I will.” He whispers back before beginning to back off. “Are you sure you don’t wanna come?”

“I don’t have a dance partner.” Her eyes finally flick up to meet his and she gives him a sad grin. He understood.

“Don’t win the war till I get there.” Jackie nudges Steve and he nudges her back. James salutes and his face finally disappears from the two’s view.

“Steve, you are an absolutely crazy man. But I understand you, I do. I wouldn’t have joined the Army if I didn’t. Being a black nurse during these times isn’t easy, but I wanted to do my part. And nothing was gonna stop me, now look at me.” Jackie is still looking at Bucky’s receding back. Sad that this was how they parted. She turns to the shorter man. “Please don’t get yourself caught. Or killed. Cause Steve, I know you’re meant for great things.” She pulls him into a quick hug as if to say goodbye and walks away in a different direction.

Jackie doesn’t stop by her mother’s house to pick up her son. She instead walks into her empty home and sits in the dark living room. Her mind wanders to the events of her day. Her husband’s false promises. Steve’s urgency to join the ear. Connie and Bonnie and their quest for a good time. And Bucky.

Glorious Bucky.

James Buchanan Barnes.

A man Jackie forced herself to move on from because there was no place for the both of them. They didn’t have the power to create a world for them both. That’s the real reason she left and disappeared and didn’t appear back into his life for another year. She couldn’t deal with the reality that she couldn’t have him to herself. And now she was married to a two-timing bastard working to the bone to become the perfect wife. But if she could hold Bucky close, his hand in hers and on her waist and dance with him to some irrelevant background as the only thing keeping them grounded would be each other.

It really was a shame. And Jacquelin sat there as it went over her mind, over and over. Even as she tidied around the house and put her things together. Even until her tipsy husband stumbled through the front door a little past midnight. She only thought of her and Bucky, and the life that never could be. 

Jackie just watches David as he makes it into their home, he looked to be having a headache. When the door is locked and closed, he walks over to the couch Jackie was sitting on and places himself beside her. He tries reaching for her hand, but she yanks it away and settles it on the arm of the sofa.

“You let me look like a fool. A damn fool. Just so that you can go mess with some...bitch that can’t keep her legs closed.” Before he could react, Jackie pushes herself up and paces to the other side of the room, creating some distance between the two of them. “I don’t care that you are backing out of the vows that we made 18 months ago even though I have been faithful to you. Took care of you. And loved you. And you go out and shame this family, humiliate me, put your hands on me.” Her voice has risen, but it trembles with tears. Her throat stiff as she tries to keep her composure. David stares at her, his jaw becoming stiff and his brows becoming furrowed. He looked like he wanted to hit something.

“I have only kept up with your bullshit for our son! Our son! A boy that doesn’t even recognize your touch! Doesn’t know your voice or your eyes! How sad is that?” Jackie stops pacing, hands on her hips, and looks at her husband. She takes her wedding band off and throws it at him. It clatters to the ground and lets out a small chime as it settles on the wood floor.  “I will only be your wife when it concerns our son.” Her voice had become menacingly low. “And if you do anything that will jeopardize the happiness of that dear boy, I will leave and he will never know your name.” Again Jackie doesn’t give him a chance to answer, he can barely get himself off the couch as she quickly grabs the bags that sit right next to the door.

“I’m gonna go stay with my Ma. You try and fix yourself up so that you can properly get to know your son.” With those final words and bags in hand, Jackie walks out of the small townhome and towards her mother’s home.

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Part Three: 1943

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Yale Alumni Party - Finn

Request; Wasn’t one. I watched the episode and adore Finn.

Summary; Rory is with Dean, and her sister is single. Both of them are invited to their grandparents Yale Alumni party, Rory gives them the benefit of the doubt, but Y/N knows better and does everything she can to do this her own way.

Me and Rory had been invited to our grandparents for a party and Rory thought it was a good idea and I agreed to go with her but I was not as naive as Rory was and I knew something was up.

It was suspicious that this came a week after Rory had revealed she was once again with Dean and they knew I’d been single for a while. Rory went at six like they asked, but I was turning up at seven and told Rory to tell them I got held up, and I was glad I did.

This was a clear set up as all their ‘Yale Alumni friends’ had sons, no daughters. They had made Rory up like a princess but the make up artist and hair dresser had gone when I turned up.

I went and found Grandma straight away. “Hi Grandma, sorry I’m late.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright. You look lovely.” She smiled. “It’s a shame you couldn’t get here earlier, Rory had her hair and make up redone.”

“Oh what a shame.” I sighed. “Maybe next time.” I nodded, Grandpa came over and introduced me to a lot of people. Thankfully, I had Rory by my side for most of it. At one point, we both managed to sneak into the study.

“Phone Mom.” I said to Rory. “She needs to know.”

“I wish I’d come with you.” She sighed. 

“I told you, it’s better to be late to these things.” I shrugged, as she dialed Mom, putting her on loudspeaker.

“I told you.” Mom immediately said, as she answered. “Whatever’s going on on that party. I told you.”

“Do you wanna hear or wanna gloat?” I asked.

Rory told her everything that had happened to her and Mom was not impressed.

“But what about Y/N? Didn’t they do anything to her?”

“I turned up late on purpose because I’m smart.”

“That’s my girl.” Mom said proudly.

“We better go, they’ll definitely notice us missing at this party.” Rory sighed. We hung up and I dragged her to the patio where less people were until some guy named Jordan appeared to speak to Rory. I looked around and spotted Logan and Finn, giving me an idea.

“Excuse me, I’ll be right back.” Rory gave me a look to say “Please don’t leave me.” and I responded with a look that said “Trust me.”

I had been friends with Logan and Finn for a year now, and knew Rory knew them for her Life and Death Brigade story. 

“Logan, Finn. I need you guys.” I said, as I reached them. “I need you to pretend to date me and Rory before we get cornered.” I gestured over to Rory.

“What will I get in return?” Finn asked.

“I’ll set you both up with any of my friends you want, preferably not the same one.”

They both agreed, and promised to head over in a few minutes so as not to look suspicious. Some other guy had joined Jordan and my god, they were boring. I was glad when I heard the boys.

“So sorry were late, ladies.” Finn ‘apologized’, putting an arm around me.

“Yeah, thanks for keeping our girls busy man.” Logan smiled at the boys. “Otherwise, they may have noticed how late we are.”

Rory grinned when she saw what a did, and she rested her head on Logan’s shoulder as I wrapped an arm around Finn.

“Wait, you two are with these two?” Jordan asked.

“Going on a year and a half.” Logan answered.

“Two years and a month.” Finn smiled.

“Aww, you remembered the months.” I said, kissing his cheek.

“Then why the hell are we here?” The other guy grumbled. They wandered off as me and Rory thanked the boys.

“God, I hate these parties.” Finn grumbled, as Logan removed his arm from Rory, Finns remained where it was.

“Me too, but hey theres alcohol and your Grandma makes excellent food.”

“My grandma?” Rory was confused. How was she confused? They obviously knew them, why else would they be here?

“Logan?” Grandpa said. Logan turned to greet him and they had a conversation before Grandpa turned to Finn.

“And who is this young gentleman?” He asked, noticing Finns arm around me, and me cuddling into him.

“Oh this is Finn.” I introduced him, as they shook hands. “I met him and Logan at the start of my freshman year and we became friends. I figured it was time to introduce Rory to them.”

I knew Rory knew them but mostly through Life and Death Brigade and if Grandpa and Grandma learned about her jump with Logan, they’d die. I was part of the Brigade and attended the event but did not jump.

I knew he’d like that as Logan was a Huntzberger. Once they established Finn was also in Yale, Grandpa was happy.

“Since you girls seem to be in safe hands, I’m going to make another round and end up at the bar.”

“Bye Grandpa.” I smiled as he left.

“And that is why you should of kept in the same position.” Finn told Logan. “Now, he thinks Y/N has chosen a suitable gentleman.”

“Oh, Finn you are neither suitable or a gentleman.” I teased.

“You wound me.”

“Okay, first step to dealing with boring parties, make a sub-party, relocation.” Logan said, as he grabbed two bottles of champagne and handed a third one to Finn. “Colin!”

“Colin’s here?” I asked, turning to see him joining us.

We headed over to the poolhouse, and had our own party.

“Rory, Y/N. Your grandfather has horrible taste in scotch.” Colin told us, walking past the couch where I was sat between Rory and Finn.

“I think you should go inside and tell him that.” Rory suggested.

“If he hasn’t learned by now, I certainly can’t teach him.”

“Hey, Colin remember to top that up with something.” Logan reminded him. “Don’t want Ace or Y/N getting in trouble now.”

Colin assured he would, as Logan offered us another drink.

“No, because that is alcohol and it’s bad and we’re bad for drinking it.” Finn said, making me laugh. “Spank me.” This was said in all seriousness.

“Bend over then.” I challenged him, but before he could Logan spoke.

“So, what are your ladies choices?” He asked. “This is an obvious meat market, and I’m sure your grandparents are expecting you both pick someone by the end of tonight.”

This prompted all the guys in the poolhouse to chant pick me at me and Rory with Finn handing me a vase full of flowers.

“A room full of guys and still slim pickings.” Logan laughed

“I don’t know, maybe I should let my boyfriend help me choose.” Rory said.

“You have a boyfriend?” Rory nodded, and they turned to me.

“What about you?”

“I’m single.” This prompted to the boys all asking them to pick me again.

“You promised to set me up with someone you knew, any one I wanted. “Finn reminded me. “And I want you.”

“Guess, I’m spoken for guys.” I shrugged, causing Fin to over-dramatically kiss my cheek. “But you are actually taking me out for this Finn.”

“But of course my darling, all the best for the girl I love.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes at the antics, when Rory turned to me panicked. “What time is it?”

“8:45.” I told her. “Oh shoot, Dean.” We both jumped up and I helped her get ready. Once they found out Dean was her boyfriend, they all followed us outside.

“I’m sorry she’s late Dean. It’s my fault.” I lied. “My grandparents set this up for me to find a Yale guy and I was trying to get her to stay with me.”

Rory silently thanked me before talking to Dean who broke up with her on the spot. I ran over to her as Dean left and hugged her.

“Okay guys back to the poolhouse.” I called. “It’s major cheer up time.”

“I shall re-enact Passion of the Christ.” Finn yelled, as they began to walk back.

“It’ll be okay.” I assured her. “Nothing seems as bad after Finn’s Passion of the Christ.”

“She’s right.” Logan agreed, who’d hung back to walk with us. “Because it’s terrible.”

We got a small smile out of Rory. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom and clean myself up, meet you there?”

I nodded. “Avoid Grandpa and Grandma, if they see you crying and find out about what happened, they’ll try even harder.”

“If you see them, tell them you’ve gotta get back to me.” Logan suggested.

“Thanks guys.” Rory ran off and me and Logan walked on.

“He actually does like you, you know? Finn, he’s been dying to ask you out for ages.” Logan told me. “Since he’s met you, there’s been no girls.”

“But he always talks about them.” I frowned.

“Yeah, to make you jealous.” He told me. “Just give him a real chance, yeah?”

“I will.” I smiled at Logan. We entered the poolhouse for Finn to appear by my side with alcohol. “So, next Saturday, 8. I’ll pick you up from your dorm?”

“Sounds like a plan.” I smiled. Rory ran back in at this point.

“I saw them but I said we were hanging with Logan and Finn and they were happy and let me go.”

“Awesome.” I grinned, handing her a drink. “Let’s party.”

Afterwards, we ended up in a limo which took me and Rory home, I got out with Logan and Finn following me so Rory could leave. Rory stumbled out, making me laugh.

Before he could leave, I grabbed Finn’s tie and pulled him in for a kiss amidst whoops and cheers. “See you next week, handsome.” I grinned, pulling apart. “Bye guys, C’mon Rory.” 

I grabbed her hand and we ran towards the house. Tonight actually turned out great.

[gvbejvmes]

Drabble: Sweet Child O’ Mine

Warnings: Mentions of cancer and death. R for language Relationships: Gabe/Johnny, Gabe/Jillynn, Gabe & Georgie, Gabe & Grey Characters: Gabe, Greyson, Georgie, Johnny

There was a tree in Central Park that Gabe liked to go and visit. It was in a secluded area but had a nice clearing and a small stone bench next to it. He couldn’t help but to think that back in the day it must have been a more popular part of the park, but these days he never saw another person hanging out there. He’d found the area not long after he and Johnny had moved to New York. Back then, he hadn’t been very sure what he was going to do with his life. He took a lot of long jogs and walks through the park then, which was how he’d found this particular spot. As soon as he’d found it, he knew this was his ‘Georgie’ spot. 

She’d been cremated, and her ashes had long since been scattered in the Pacific Ocean, but it was nice to have a place where he could go and ‘visit’ his sister. He even left flowers there, and other people who’d found the spot must have assumed it was a memorial to someone who’d died in the park because there was always a vase with fresh flowers in it. These days he hadn’t been coming by as often, so he knew very well that it wasn’t him leaving the flowers. It could have been one of the kids, but it was nice to think that a stranger was visiting Georgie, too.

Some days he went to visit Georgie just because he missed her, and wanted to talk to her. Other days he visited her because he wanted to be alone and there was no better person to be alone with than his sister. Then there were days when he went to visit her because he needed to talk to her, and to tell her something. Today was definitely one of those days where they needed to have a conversation, even if it was only one-sided.

“Hey, G.” Gabe greeted as he approached the tree and picked up the vase of flowers. He laid the old flowers and the fresh flowers he’d brought on the bench before wandering over to another tree to toss the old water on the roots. Bringing the vase back over, he refilled it with fresh water. “Looks like you had a visitor recently. If they weren’t related to me, I hope they were hot.” He teased as he busied himself with arranging the fresh flowers in the vase.

He was quiet for a moment, breathing in the silence before he started talking. “A friend of mine died this week. I mean, I say friend but I guess she really wasn’t a friend. I mean, at least not in the sense you’re probably thinking, but she was important to me. Shit, she reminded me a lot of you actually. I think that if you ever had a kid, she would have been a lot like my friend who just died. I didn’t even know she was sick. I mean, I knew something was going on, and I knew she was in a bad way, but I didn’t realize she was dying. I thought I had more time with her.”

Gabe paused as he set the fresh flowers down and settled himself down on the bench. Almost immediately he started fiddling with the old flowers. He started pulling out the completely wilted ones, and started working on a flower crown with the ones that remained. “The last time I saw her, she tried to tell me how sick she was, but I don’t think I was listening. I don’t think I wanted to hear it. You know how I get, G. Anyway, I got a call the other morning which was totally bizarre. As a parent you sort of fear that you’re going to have to go down to the morgue; you never really think it’s going to happen.

“She used to live with me, you know. My friend, Greyson. Remember that house I had right after I moved out of my and Jay’s house? You remember? Well, it had one of those mother-in-law suites above the garage. Or like, remember the apartment that Fonzie had on Happy Days? It was like that. Anyway, Grey was my one and only tenant. I only lived there for like a year until I got my new place, and she was only with me for maybe 6 months. Anyway, she was a terror. It was like when me and Jay went from living together to suddenly raising a 16 year old.

“I was supposed to be her landlord, but you know how I am. Especially then. The separation had been my choice, but that didn’t mean I’d handled it well. I needed a project, and well, before I knew what happened I’d gone and meddled myself into this young woman’s life. She was CJ’s age. It was hard not to, you know? Before I knew it, shit, she was basically one of my kids. Bella was calling her Aunt G. It broke my fucking heart. That should have been your fucking title. But… I’m getting off course here.

“I sort of adopted her, and she adopted me right back. Somehow I wound up doing all the shit her parents woulda been doing if they hadn’t been back on the west coast. I helped her find a new place when I sold the house. I went with her to make sure the maintenance people weren’t gonna try to fuck with her when they were making repairs on her place. Shit, there was more than a couple of times when I had to haul my ass over there to fix things for her. She was like my fourth daughter.”

He finished the flower crown and laid it at the base of the tree. “Anyway, she died this week. Fucking cancer. Can you believe it? And don’t even fucking start with me about getting me to stop smoking. I don’t wanna have that conversation with you today. She was a fucking kid. And she had me listed as her emergency contact. I was the one who the morgue contacted to identify the body and sign the death certificate.

“I’m glad it was me though. I remember what a mess I was when you died, G. I couldn’t imagine any of those kids she hung out with taking care of any of that shit, not that I would ever wish that on any of them. It’s a lot. I was the one who called her parents. It’s weird calling someone you’ve never met, but who you’ve heard stories about. I’m not sure how they felt about a forty-five year old man calling them because their daughter had him listed as her ‘parent’ at the clinic she’d been going to, but they took it pretty well. I mean, as well as a parent can take it. Out living your kid, shit… I’m only feeling a fraction of it. I can’t imagine feeling the whole thing… I probably wouldn’t survive if it was DJ, or Cordy, or Ali. But again, sorry, G. I’m getting off track.

“I called Justin in the middle of the day to tell him that his daughter had died. I was the one who met him and Bella - his wife, not your great niece, by the way - at the airport and took them to the mortuary I’d asked for Grey to be moved to… It was strange. I mean, there’s nothing exactly normal about a kid dying, but that didn’t change the level of weird. They hugged me. Which… you know how I am about people touching me. I’m like a stripper, I can touch you but I don’t want you touching me without permission.

“I thought they’d be weirded out about me or concerned but they fucking thanked me for taking care of their little girl. Fucking thanked me. Who the fuck does that? They reminded me of my in-laws: out of touch with their child. They didn’t know any of Grey’s friends or anything about her life out here. I had to introduce them to her girlfriend, her not girlfriend? Eh, fuck it - to the little lesbian. I don’t even know if they knew her sexuality was fluid. But parent to parent? It felt awkward as shit. 

“They’re scattering her ashes. I was invited but it’s gonna happen over a bridge and shit. Makes me think too much of standing on that pier in Santa Monica with Dusty and Jay and doing the same thing for you. I can’t fucking do it. So, I came here to talk to you.”

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply. “I didn’t just come here to talk to you. I came here to ask you to do a favor for me. I need you to look out for Grey, okay? I figure you’re in the same place, and she needs a James to look after her, and you need the other half of your G Squared. We both know that I’ve done some shit and we’ll probably never be reunited, but you have Grey now. Take her under your wing, okay? I need you to look out for her because I no longer can.”

He scrubbed his hands over his face, surprised to find that his cheeks were wet. “Thanks, G. I appreciate it.” He wiped the tears from his face, and then stood up from the bench, only to freeze when he saw Johnny leaning against a tree nearby. “Exactly how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know that you don’t give yourself enough credit.” His ex-husband replies with a shrug as he pushed himself off the tree, looking out of place in his suit and dress shoes. “Jillynn called me. Said you got some bad news and weren’t returning her calls. Figured you went to talk to Georgie. I haven’t paid my respects to my sister-in-law in a awhile anyway.”

Gabe nodded as he gathered the leftover dying flowers and put them in the plastic bag he’d brought with him for that exact purpose. “It always confuses me when you and Bean are civil with each other. You guys BFFS now?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

His ex rolled his eyes as he wrapped an arm around Gabe’s shoulders. “We’re going to braid each other’s hair next week. C’mon, let’s go get a drink.” 

He tossed the bag into a nearby trash can. “That’s a terrible idea.” Gabe whined out, but still let Johnny lead him away from the copse and back towards the main path. 

“We can go to the steakhouse you like. The one that carries that scotch you like.”

Gabe glanced back towards the trees and blew a kiss in the direction of his sister’s tree before shrugging. “Yeah, okay. I could eat.”

It was quiet as they walked through the park. “You wanna talk about it?” The other man asked.

He shook his head. “Nah, I think I’m all talked out.” 

[maddiemccarthy]

DATE & TIME: December 20, afternoon

LOCATION: The Little Flower Shop

TAGGING: Noah Puckerman @thepuckrmn​

NOTES: The boy needed a hug, okay?

Puck cursed softly to himself as he walked down the sidewalk. With everything that was going on, he completely forgot that Hanukkah was right around the corner. He usually bought Sarah a couple of things for the first night, and he knew she needed a distraction now more than ever. He spotted the flower shop up ahead and decided to duck in there to see if he could find her anything nice. Puck rolled his eyes at the stares he got from the people on the street. His unkept hair, dark circles under his eyes, scabbed up knuckles, and the fact that he probably still smelled like whiskey all pointed to the fact that he was in mid-spiral. He entered the store and was immediately overwhelmed by all of the variety of flowers in front of him. He was never really a flower buying guy to be honest. Looking around, he spotted someone who looked like they worked their and approached them. “Hey. This is gonna sound dumb. Do you guys have any Hanukkah-y flowers? Or like I dunno. What do you get your pregnant sister that says ‘the kids will be cool’ and ‘Happy Hanukkah’ at the same time?” Puck asked before they even had the chance to turn around. His eyes widened once he realized who he was talking to. “Oh. Shit. Hey. I didn’t know you worked here.”

With her last day of work upon her, Madison was shuffling about trying get all the ducks in a row for her absence. Keeping an organized store and office helped, but it was the end of the year, five days til Christmas, things were a little nuts. Truthfully, she was avoiding customer interactions as much as possible, the staff more than plentiful to handle the needs, but when Puck approached she knew she couldn't not attend to a friend, especially when said friend looked so rough. "Hey, yourself," she greeted in return, pausing to wonder if she should press about his appearance, but figured they could get the business out of the way to start. "We've got some Hanukkah arrangements made, if you want the baby factor in there, we'd probably  have to make some adjustments." She'd put in for extra when Hunter had ordered his flowers for the holiday. The Berrys and Puckermans were no small part of the town, nor were they the only Jewish families around. "I can show you?"

He nodded at her suggestion and ran a hand through his hair to try and attempt to calm down whatever was going on up there. “I guess let me look at the Hanukkah arrangements first and then we’ll go from there. I can’t tell if she’s super pumped about the babies so I don’t wanna push it, you know?” he replied before following her to the mentioned arrangements. Puck glanced down at her pregnant belly for a moment before smiling softly up at her. “You look good. You getting excited?” He had learned from Quinn that no pregnant woman actually wanted her belly touched or her size commented on. His scabbed hand reached out to inspect one of the Hanukkah arrangements in front of him. “Flowers are so weird. It’s like…here’s this pretty living thing…watch it slowly die on your coffee table…it means I care.” Chuckling, he shook his head. “I know I’m not making any sense. I also don’t know which one of these looks best so I’ll trust whatever you say.”

"Babies?" she echoed, prying gently as she led him a few steps away. It was a small corner that wasn't decked in reds and greens, but she liked to think they'd covered something for every budget all the same. At his question, Madison smiled at him and nodded. "Yeah, we're a week or so from the due date. I'm getting really anxious to meet him," Madison told him, her eyes following the movement of his hand, pausing to examine the blemishes. Something was definitely not right. Or hadn't been right? "You okay?" she finally asked, pausing briefly enough to make it clear it was a genuine question, but not lingering long enough on it to force him. "Trusting a sales person is only gonna get you the biggest, most expensive one, you know?"

He nodded at her prying. “Twins. Gonna be a double full uncle in 5 months,” he replied, “I happy for you guys. I mean Ben is a complete idiot…but he’s an alright dad. I’m sure the little one is gonna be awesome.”  Puck noticed her checking out his fucked up knuckles. He stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged at her question. “Yea…I’m fine. Everything is gucci,” he said unconvincingly. Clearing his throat, he turned to face the arrangements next to him. “I’ll spend whatever. I don’t really care.” And it was the truth. It was hard for him to actually care about anything right now.

Madison's eyes grew a little in surprise. She knew the stressful feeling of anticipating one baby when she wasn't sure how to feel yet. Imagining it was two? "Congrats? If you're excited about it. If not... sorry? or good luck? Luck probably either way," she reasoned, then chuckled, "I honestly can't even argue with him being an idiot. But thanks." Gucci Her eyes rolled as she sighed. "I keep telling you gucci isn't a thing. It's a brand. You don't have to talk about it. But you don't have to lie about it either. Fine doesn't have busted knuckles," she told him gently.  She picked up one of the vases, "get this one. It's big enough to be noticed, but not take up too much space. It won't take much maintenance because being a nurse is enough work without everything else she has going on. And, with your friends and family discount, you won't be too broke for the other seven nights of Hanukkah."

He shrugged at her reply. “I don’t actually know how I feel yet. Still in a little bit of shock. She’s the smart one in the family. So I definitely wasn’t expecting this. Ask me again closer to her due date.” Puck rolled his eyes right back at her. “If it’s in Urban Dictionary then it’s definitely a thing. You’re just not cool enough to get it,” he shot back, ignoring the second half of her comment. Nodding at her suggestion, he reached out to take the vase into his own hands for a closer look. As he turned it, his eyes couldn’t help but land on his bruised knuckles. Puck sighed and dropped his gaze to the floor. “…I saw my dad,” he said simply. He wasn’t sure how much she knew about Papa Puckerman, but assumed that being involved with Ben meant she knew at least some of their dysfunctional family history. “It didn’t end well….obviously.”

"Fair enough. If you need uncle practice in the meantime, he might only be a half-nephew, but the excessive and rugged handsomeness will surely make him ignore that detail," she teased, though the offer was sincere. She'd never tried to force the family bond too hard. Puck and Ben weren't exactly close as brothers, but she'd never turn away family if they wanted to be there. "There's a lot of things in Urban Dictionary that shouldn't be used. And Gucci is on that list," Madison insisted. She was quiet when he spoke again, imagining a few different scenarios for what exactly seeing the man meant. Puck looked rough, but he didn't look like he'd taken any punches. She rested a hand on his forearm, tentatively giving him a gentle squeeze in some form of silent support. Maybe he'd continue, maybe he'd take interest in the flowers again, but either way, she wanted him to know she was there.

“Excessive and rugged handsomeness is a very very important part of being an uncle,” he smirked back. “We’ll see though. I don’t think me and Ben in the same room is a good idea…especially if you want family photos that don’t involve him rocking the Rocky Balboa look.” He looked down at her hand on his arm. He knew she wanted to make sure he was okay and he knew she knew that he was not okay. But he couldn’t tell her everything. Not when she was so close to Ben. Sighing, he put the vase down on the shelf. “He hurt someone I care about. So I hurt him. I paid him off and told him to leave town and never come back. Which means I bough us about two months of Papa Puckerman free life…until he runs out of money and comes back to ruin someone else’s life.”

"Fortunately Gabe and I can roam free of Ben from time to time. If you want," she told him, still not really understanding the entirety of that situation. But that could wait, couldn't it? Keeping them separated kept conflict at bay and that was enough for now. "And that's the vicious cycle?" Madison asked curiously. It would be a lie to say she didn't have curiosities about the infamous man, for gossip's sake alone, but even more because her son came from that. "Do you feel any better having done all of that? Knowing he's gone, even if temporarily?"

“You sure? Because I’m pretty sure you’re literally stuck with Ben until that kid turns 18.” Puck shrugged at her follow up questions. “That’s the vicious cycle. Dad needs money. He shows up. Causes a bunch of shit. I pay him to leave and to not contact ma. He leaves for a bit. Then always finds his way back. Usually most people at least know OF him by now to avoid him at all costs. Wasn’t the case this time.” He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “Does it look like I feel any better? I don’t think he’s actually gone. He’s just laying low. There are too many Puckermans in this place for him to completely disappear. You know…Ben is kinda lucky. I wish dad knocked up ma and just fucking left her. Having a dad for eight years just to have him up and leave is worse than never having a dad at all,” he commented bitterly. “By the way, Peyton and I have torpedoed so if you wanna go make out in the back room I’m down,” he added, trying to lighten up the conversation.

"Doesn't mean we have to be together twenty-four seven," she pointed out. Puck wasn't wrong, he didn't look good. But she hadn't seen him for days either, so this could, in fact, be better than he'd been. "If you stopped giving him money, would he keep coming back?" Madison challenged carefully. "Ignore him and he'll go away is such elementary bullshit advice, but if he can't get what he's coming for..." It probably wasn't her place to be offering advice, she knew.  "For whatever it's worth, I'm sorry you went through all of that, then and now. You don't deserve to have people like that around you." She swatted at his arm then and shook her head defiantly. "What is it with Puckermans and wanting to make out in the backroom?" she teased, "besides, we've gone through the many reasons why it could never happen."

“If I stop giving him money he’ll ask my mom. Or Sarah. Or reach out to anyone with his last name. I’d rather deal with it myself. Maybe me actually hitting him this time will change something. But I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” Puck shrugged and dropped his arms to his side. “You never hooked up at work? I’ve hooked up at work a bunch of times. The first time Peyton and I hooked up was at the studio. I think it’s the risk of being caught and getting paid while you’re fucking,” he explained with a smirk, “hey I held up my half of the deal. Just waiting for you.” He picked up the vase she suggested. “I think I’ll go with this one. Thank you, McCarthy…for everything.”

Madison nodded along with his reasoning. On some level she could relate to the need to be the protector, even if her circumstances were far from relatable. She would hope it worked the way he wanted it to. What else could she do? "Oh, no, I hooked up at work," she admitted, gesturing to the whole of her belly. "Maybe that's my aversion to it." She only shook her head at his insistence, but that was the game they played anymore, wasn't it? "C'mere," she said in a brief warning, before tucking into his side and squeezing a hug around him. "Wash your hair before you see Sarah, okay? And brush your teeth, with toothpaste, instead of Jack," she recommended, and while her tone was light, her face made it clear it was serious business. "Door's always open, Puck."

Puck dropped his gaze to her belly and raised an eyebrow. “Well shit. Nice work, Madison.” Her warning didn’t give him enough time to dodge the affection. He awkwardly placed his arm around her and patted her shoulder slightly. “I hate hugs…” he muttered, but let it happen. He let go and reached into his wallet to pull out the appropriate amount of cash. “But if Ke$ha brushes her teeth with a bottle of Jack why can’t I,” he joked as he handed her the money. Tucking the vase under his arm, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll catch you around, beautiful.” Smirking, he turned around to leave the store.