#my dad went through my phone without my permission

[antivivziepopparade]

Vent: I live in a helicopter family (due to my disabilities) where 90% of my life, my social media access, my political access, my clothes, all of my ssi money (I havent gotten my own money for MONTHS!), my information, and everything else is controlled and I cant do anything about it because im schizophrenic, autistic, and have chronic pain.

Without a way to bypass parental blockers, I would be without anyone to relate to personally and I would feel alone, uninformed, and afriad of the outside world. Especially after my dad took my phone and looked through it without my knowing, etc.

I hate this feeling. I just want to have my life back.

Im more stable now! Why are my parents trying to control EVERYTHING!? IM ALMOST TWENTY ONE I SHOULD BE MOVED OUT BY NOW! I HATE LIVING THIS WAY!

[winchesterwild78]

The Hunter pt 1

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (together), Sam Winchester, Jodie Mills, Bobby Singer x Reader (Uncle/Niece)

Warnings: mention of death, small age gap, mutual pining, language, fluff

A/N: I’ve been working on getting some stories out and it’s driving me crazy. I’m turning this one into a series, probably short(ish), not 100% yet. This story came to me after starting Supernatural again. We all know how Dean feels about relationships, but let’s just pretend he finally gave in. 😀 

This is my own work, please do not take it or copy it without my permission. It’s based on characters from Supernatural, but doesn’t follow the timeline completely. I wrote it fast and edited it fast. Please overlook any errors. 

Minors DNI 18+

You had lived with your Uncle Bobby since his wife, Karen died. Your parents were hunters and were killed on a hunt not long after Karen died. Bobby didn’t want you to stay in a foster home, so he took you in. You were the daughter of his brother, so it only seemed right. 

Living with Bobby was easy. He stayed out of your hair and you stayed out of his. You were almost 18 years old when you moved in, so he didn’t have too many rules. The rules he gave you were pretty easy to follow: Always carry your gun/knife with you, keep your cell phone on you at all times, home by midnight, and above all else stay the hell away from Dean Winchester. 

You thought the last rule was hilarious. You of course knew who the Winchesters were. Their dad, John, had been on a few hunts with your parents. From what you knew Dean was about a year older than you and Sam was about 3 years younger. You hadn’t officially met them, so you weren’t sure why your Uncle Bobby had that specific rule. 

On the eve of your 21st birthday you went out with some friends from work. Bobby was tough around the edges, but even before you moved in with him he always made your birthday special. He was there for every birthday you’d had. 

When you arrived home from a night out you noticed a 1967 Impala in the driveway. It was gorgeous. As you approached the car you noticed it was well taken care of and you couldn’t help but stare. All black with black leather interior, and the backseat was pretty big too. You smiled at the thought of what kind of trouble you could get into in the backseat. 

Lost in your thoughts you didn’t see the man approaching you. “Like what you see sweetheart?” You jumped, startled at the voice. You looked up and saw a tall, broad, very handsome, green eyed man standing in front of you. “Oh, yeah. She’s beautiful. Is she yours?” “I wish, she’s my dad’s. Dean Winchester, and you are?” He extended his large hand towards you to shake your hand. 

You slid your hand in his and felt his firm hands grip yours slightly, “Um, I’m Y/N, I’m Bobby’s niece. Nice to meet you Dean.” You shook his hand but an urge inside you made you want to pull him in that backseat and let him do whatever he wanted to you. 

He smiled at you and took a step closer, “Oh, so you’re the birthday girl.” His breath brushed across your ear and neck as he whispered into your ear. A shiver went through your body. He smirked at the sight of it. You blushed and shook your head. “How did you know?” “Bobby had called dad about something he wanted to give you. We were in the area so we came in a day early. I think we’re crashing here tonight.” 

Inside your head was screaming at you to kiss him and take him right there. Now you understand why Bobby had the rule about him. You’d known him less than 5 minutes and you were willing to jump in bed with him. Was he a witch?! 

A few minutes later a taller man came out, and Dean introduced him as his baby brother, Sam. You smiled and shook his hand. He was sweet, and not as forward as Dean. This must be why Bobby didn’t have any rules about him, you laughed when you thought about it. 

It was getting late so the three of you went back into the house. “Hey, Uncle Bobby, I’m back.” You announced as you walked in. Bobby came around the corner and hugged you. “Glad to hear it kiddo. Did you have a good time?” You shook your head yes. 

There was another man standing next to Bobby. You extended your hand, “You must be Mr. Winchester. Uncle Bobby has told me so much about you and your boys.” You nodded in their direction. “Yes, you can call me John, and Bobby has told me so much about you too, Y/N. Glad he has someone around here to keep him out of trouble.” You both laughed as Bobby glared, “Idjit.” 

The five of you sat in Bobby’s living room chatting and having a good time. It was late and you were tired. As you stood up Dean jumped up too. John and Bobby looked at him and then at each other. You smiled at Dean then turned to everyone. “Well gentlemen, I’m beat. I’m heading to bed. See you all tomorrow. Good night.” Everyone said good night as you climbed the stairs you took one more look at Dean who was watching you go. You smiled softly at him until he was out of sight. 

“Don’t even think about it, Dean”, John practically growled. Dean looked at his father, jaw on the ground. “What are you talking about?” “Don’t play dumb with us boy, we saw how you looked at her. She’s still a kid, and you’re 22.” “I wasn’t thinking anything, besides 21 isn’t a kid anymore.” Bobby stood up and stepped closer, “Look here Dean, leave her be. She’s too sweet to get dragged around by you. We know how you are with the ladies.” 

Dean was genuinely hurt by the insinuation he would purposely hurt you. Dean threw his hands up in defeat. “Whatever guys. I’m heading to bed. Bobby, are you okay with me crashing in the guestroom or do I need to sleep outside?” Bobby rolled his eyes and Dean walked up the stairs. 

At the top of the stairs he saw the bathroom light on and the door cracked a bit. As he walked by he looked in and saw you brushing your teeth. He smiled because you looked rabid with all the toothpaste foam coming out of your mouth. 

He walked to the guest room and started to dig out his stuff for bed. He usually slept in his boxers, but since you were there he was going to wear his sleep shorts. “Shit!” You heard coming from the room as you walked past. You knocked softly on the door. When the door opened you saw Dean standing there without his shirt on. 

Your brain stopped working and you stood there blinking at him. It was like your eyes were snapping pictures for later. “Hey, sweetheart, you okay?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence between you two. “Um, yeah, are you okay? I heard you yell “shit” when I was walking by.” “Yeah, I just realized I forgot my sleep shorts.” He ran his fingers through his gorgeous light brown hair. “Oh, okay. Well maybe Uncle Bobby has something you could borrow.” 

Dean chuckled, “Yeah, maybe.” “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Good night, Dean.” “Good night, sweetheart.” Your heart fluttered every time he called you that. You weren’t sure why, but a warmth also spread through your body. No! Uncle Bobby said absolutely no relationship with Dean! Stay away from him! 

You walked away with a slight smirk on your face and a tinge of red on your cheeks. Dean watched you as you disappeared in your room. When he turned to head towards the bathroom Sam was standing there. “Dude, what are you doing? Dad and Bobby both said to stay away from her.” “I’m not doing anything, Sammy. She knocked on the door and we chatted. That was it.” “Uh huh, sure Dean. I know when you’re into a girl. Just please stay away from her. She’s too sweet to be hurt by you. Mister “I don’t do relationships.”” 

“Whatever Sammy. I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.” Dean went to the bathroom to get ready for bed and went back to the guest room. He was completely aware you were on the opposite side of the wall. He stripped down to his boxers and crawled in the bed. 

Bobby always had the best mattresses and Dean loved staying there. As he layed in the bed he smiled at the thought of you and your rabid looking mouth while brushing your teeth, or the faint pink in your cheeks when you got embarrassed. He sighed deeply. He knew he wasn't good for you. Sam was right, he didn’t do relationships. He did one night stands and left a trail of broken hearts. He knew you deserved better. 

You laid in your bed, your mind racing. He was a gorgeous man. One you could see yourself with. The only problem was Bobby. You loved your Uncle, and trusted him. If he said Dean was bad news, then maybe he was. When he touched you though, you felt it through your body. You couldn’t believe how your body responded to him when you saw him without his shirt. You weren’t a virgin, but damn you’d never been with anyone who looked like him. You stared at your ceiling wondering what he was doing on the other side of the wall, and what he was wearing in that big, lonely bed, all by himself. You shook your head trying to rid it of those thoughts and images. 

Dammit you had to get those thoughts out of your head. They were staying a few days and you can’t drool over him the whole time he’s here. You rolled on your side and sighed. Sleep finally washed over you and you dreamed of Dean Winchester for the first time.

You woke up around 9am to the smell of coffee and bacon. You walked downstairs to see Bobby had put up a birthday banner and streamers in the kitchen. When you walked in you smiled. “Happy Birthday, kiddo!” Bobby walked over and hugged you, kissing the top of your head. “She’s not a kiddo anymore, Bobby. She can drink now.” John said as he gave you a side hug. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

You smiled and thanked them. Sam stood up and hugged you too, saying Happy birthday before he sat back down. Dean stood at the stove cooking and looked over at you. “Hey, birthday girl! Hope you’re hungry. I’m making bacon, eggs, hash browns, and toast. There’s coffee too.” “Thanks, Dean. That’s so sweet of you.” You smiled and walked over to the stove, “Need any help?” “Nope, I’ve got it, you go sit down and relax.” 

You nodded and smiled at Dean. He smiled back and bit his lip slightly. Sam, Bobby and John all exchanged looks. You sat down at the table with a cup of coffee. “So, what’s your plans today? Are you going out with your friends and boyfriend?” Bobby asked you. Dean’s head spun around at the mention of a boyfriend. “Nope, I hung out with my friends last night, and Alex and I broke up about a week ago. He was an ass, tried to force me into his backseat, so I broke his nose and kicked his ass.” Everyone laughed, “That’s my girl.” Bobby said proudly. 

Dean let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding when you said you had broken up with your boyfriend. “I figured I’d spend the day with you guys.” You smiled over your coffee cup. “Breakfast is ready, ladies first.” Dean smiled as he handed you a plate. “Thanks Dean, this looks amazing.”

You grabbed a little of everything and sat down at the table. Everyone else grabbed a plate and as Dean was about to sit next to you, Bobby took the seat. Dean shook his head and sat across from you. Bobby kept glaring at Dean. You cleared your throat, “Dean, this is delicious. Thank you again for cooking breakfast.” You smiled at him. “You’re welcome sweetheart, anything for the birthday girl.” He smirked at you. John kicked him under the table and Bobby was staring daggers through him. 

After you finished eating you stood up to put your plate in the sink. Dean instinctively stood too. Bobby and John looked at each other and then back at Dean. Dean sat back down. “Well guys, I’m going to go shower. I’ll be back in a little bit. Bobby stood up, “Okay, take your time.” He kissed your head and you left the room. 

Before you got too far away you heard Bobby and John lay into Dean. “Dean, we told you to stay the hell away from her. What’s gotten into you? Telling her anything for her, standing when she stands. You’re acting like a lovesick teenager.” “Look Bobby, I know you love her and want to protect her, but seriously? Why do you hate the idea of me being with her? She’s 21 and I’m 22. It’s not that big of an age difference. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.” 

“Dean, I know you mean well, son, but you have a history of sleeping with women and leaving them. I don’t want that for her. She deserves better than that.” “Oh, now I get it, you think she deserves better than ME!” Dean growled. “Dean, that’s not what I meant.” Bobby said. “Well, you know what, maybe she does deserve better than me! Maybe all of you would be better off without me in your lives.” Dean yelled and slammed his fist on the table. You jumped and climbed the stairs. 

Dean left the kitchen and walked upstairs to his room and slammed the door. You were still in your room getting stuff ready for your shower. You heard him in the room. He was mad and cursing Bobby and his dad. You walked out of your room towards the shower. You stopped outside his room and took a deep breath, then knocked. 

“What?!” Dean yelled as he swung open the door. “Oh, sorry, Y/N. I didn’t realize it was you.” “You looked at Dean and could see so much hurt in his green eyes. It broke your heart. “Dean, thank you again for making breakfast. That was really sweet of you.” Dean smiled, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” There it was again, “sweetheart”. It had your thighs clenching together. 

You’re not sure what came over you, but a surge of courage ran through your body and you stepped closer to Dean. He stepped closer to you and put his hands on your waist. Your heart was racing, but you stepped closer and now your hot breath was mingling with his. His hand gently brushed your face and he cupped your cheek. You leaned forward, stopping halfway. Dean leaned the rest of the way and your lips lightly brushed against his. He pulled you closer and his lips captured yours. Moans left both of you as his hand traveled to your hair, pulling you closer.

Your hands instinctively went around his neck. Dean’s tongue ran across your lips asking for entrance. You parted your lips slightly and Dean’s tongue plunged in and fought your tongue for dominance. The kiss seemed to last for hours. Neither one of you wanted to pull away. Finally the need for air became overwhelming and you both parted. Pants filled the air as the two of you took in the needed air. 

Your lips were on fire and you could feel the slick between your legs. You noticed Dean’s not so little problem in his jeans and you bit your lip. “Wow, sweetheart. That was unexpected, good, but unexpected.” You blushed a little. “Yeah, sorry if I overstepped. I’ve just been dying to kiss you, Dean.” “Don’t be sorry, I’ve been dying to kiss you too.” 

He smiled and pulled you back flush to his body. “Maybe we can do it again.” He leaned down and kissed your lips softly. “Dean, I need to go shower. I’ll be back soon.” You kissed his lips again and walked away. 

Dean ran his hands through his hair. He knew he was in trouble, and not just with his dad and Bobby. That kiss set his soul on fire, and you consumed his every thought. Shit! What am I going to do? That kiss was amazing, but Bobby and Dad told me to stay away. How can I? Her lips, her smile, her body. God! It’s driving me insane.

You climbed in the shower once it was hot enough and let the water wash over you like a warm blanket. You just kissed Dean. Bobby and his dad were against any type of relationship, but how could you not. He was so sweet, and that kiss was amazing. Besides, you were 21 and could date whoever you wanted. 

Dean sat on his bed and ran his fingers through his hair. Shit! Dad and Bobby were adamant about not doing anything with her, but man that kiss. Ugh! He was lost in thought when Sam stepped in the room. “Hey, Dean. Earth to Dean!” “Oh hey, Sammy. What’s up?” “What’s up with you, I called your name like 5 times.” “I screwed up Sammy. I kissed Y/N and it was amazing.” “Dude, you heard Dad and Bobby! They are going to kick your ass.”

“Don’t you think I know that? Sam, what am I going to do? I really like her, I’m drawn to her and attracted to her.” “Dean, I don’t know what to tell you. You just don’t do relationships. I don’t blame you. It’s hard to maintain one with what we do.” “Yeah, but Sam she’s in the life too. Maybe it won’t be hard.” Sam shrugged, “You still have to convince Dad and Bobby.”

Dean shook his head. He knew what Sam was saying was true, but he needed you. Sam left the room and headed back downstairs. You came out of the bathroom, dressed but your hair still wet. You passed Dean’s room and saw him sitting on the bed.

Stepping in the room you walked up to him. Dean lifted his head and smiled. “How was your shower, sweetheart.” You blushed, “It was good. I couldn’t wait to get out so I could do this again.” You leaned down and kissed his lips. He stood, not letting your lips fall from his and deepened the kiss. You felt his hands roam over your body and you moaned. 

“Dean, I need you.” You whispered. “I know sweetheart, me too. We have to be patient.” You groaned and pulled back. “I don’t understand why Bobby and your Dad are so against this. We’re both adults and can make these decisions without them.” Dean pulled you closer, “I know, but we have to be smart about this. We will figure it out.” Dean kissed your forehead and you nodded. 

You walked to your bedroom and made your bed. A few minutes later Bobby was at your door. “I can’t believe you’re an adult, Y/N. Your parents would be so proud of you, I’m so proud of you.” He crossed the room and hugged you tight. “Uncle Bobby, I can’t breathe.” You both laughed. “Hey, Uncle Bobby, can I ask you something?” “Sure, kiddo, what’s up?” “Why don’t you want me to have anything to do with Dean?” You asked nervously. 

Bobby sighed, “Look, he’s a great kid, an amazing hunter, but he doesn’t have relationships. He sleeps with a woman and leaves her the next day. I don’t want that for you.” Your heart ached hearing that Dean slept around. You weren’t sure why you felt that way, but you couldn’t shake it. “What if he was willing to change?” Bobby took your hand, “Oh baby girl, I wish I could say he could, but I can’t. If he changed then maybe I’d be okay with you two being together. I just don’t want to see you hurt.” 

You sighed. You knew he was only looking out for you. “Look, let’s focus on your birthday. What do you want to do today?” Bobby said with a smile. “Honestly, I’d like to work more on my car with you if that’s okay.” “Sure, let’s see if we can get the others to help out. They are good with cars.” You nodded enthusiastically. Bobby stood up and so did you. He hugged you tightly, “I’m just trying to protect you from getting your heart broken.” “I know, I appreciate it, but you know you can’t protect me forever.” “I know, and that kills me.” You hugged him one last time before you two walked into the hallway. 

Dean was walking out of his room and you made eye contact. He looked hurt. Did he hear what Bobby said to you? “Hey Dean, want to help us with Y/N’s car today? She’s rebuilding that old mustang and it’s almost done.” “Sure, I can help.” Dean sounded different. Almost small. Bobby walked around and headed back downstairs. 

“Hey, Dean, are you okay?” You touched his arm and he stopped and turned towards you. “Yeah, um, I just have a lot on my mind.” He moved his arm away from you. “Dean?” He turned back to face you, “What Y/N?” “Are you sure you’re okay? Something seems wrong.” Dean’s jaw clenched, “No! I’m not. You know what, this (he motioned between the two of you) isn’t going to work out. You’re too young for me and I can’t be tied down with a relationship. I like to have fun and being with one girl isn’t fun to me.” He growled.

You flinched at his sudden change in tone towards you. “Okay, I’m sorry.” You whispered. Dean huffed and walked away. You turned back towards your room and closed the door before the tears fell. 

You sat on your bed and silently cried. Dean must have heard Bobby, but why would he take it out on you? You were in your room crying for a few minutes before you were able to pull yourself together. Quickly wiping the tears away, you stood and walked downstairs. 

Bobby was the first to see you and knew you had been crying. John saw you next and shot a look at Bobby and then Dean. Dean looked up and you thought you saw a hint of regret in his eyes, but they quickly turned emotionless. Bobby walked over to you, “Are you okay?” “Yeah, just sad. I miss mom and dad.” You weren’t lying, but that wasn’t the real reason you were crying. Bobby hugged you, “Me too, kiddo.”

“Okay, so who’s helping with my car?” You tried to change the subject. “I’m ready when you are. I’ll grab my keys and head over to the garage. I’ll meet you guys there in a few.” You grabbed your keys and headed out the door. Bobby’s land was filled with cars, scrap, and a huge garage where your car was. You and Bobby started to fix it up shortly after you arrived and you found it sitting in pretty good condition. Bobby said it wouldn’t be hard to get it up and running, and you figured it would be therapeutic for both of you to work on it together. 

You walked in the garage and uncovered your car. You took a step back looking at her. “She’s beautiful.” You heard Dean say behind you. You turned and looked at him, regret in his eyes. “Thank you, Dean.” Dean stepped closer to you, “Hey, can we talk?” “Unless it’s about the car, I think you said everything you needed to say to me upstairs.” 

Dean started to step closer and you backed away, “Dean, I get it. You like your freedom and a different girl every night. Maybe you thought you could screw me and then leave. I was stupid enough to actually think I would end up in your bed, in your life but thank you. Thank you for saving me from that. Bobby and your Dad were right, you aren’t good for me. Now if you’re going to help with my car, help. If you want to talk about anything else, there’s the door.” 

Dean’s jaw clenched. He did this, he can’t be mad at you. He pushed you away, now you’re doing what you can to protect your heart. “Fine! You know what, I’m not going to sit here another damn minute and listen to you, Bobby or my Dad tell me what a fuck up I am. Tell my dad I’m going to the bar.” 

He stormed out of the garage and you leaned against the workbench. Your heart was broken. You knew he was going to get drunk and pick up a woman. You were lost in thought when Sam, Bobby and John walked in. “Hey, Y/N, where did Dean go?” John asked, looking around. “Oh, um, he said he needed to run into town.” You couldn’t bear to see the looks on their faces if you told them Dean went to the bar. They’d know something was wrong. 

The day passed quickly and your car was up and running. You were beyond thrilled. Sam and John definitely helped work their magic and your car was purring like the day she rolled out of the assembly line. You asked Sam if he wanted to take a ride into town with you, and he jumped in.

“You kids have fun, and be safe.” Bobby said as he closed your door. “Hey, pick up whatever you want for dinner too.” Bobby handed you some money. “Thanks Bobby, see you shortly.” You said as you hugged him. 

As you drove towards town Sam was grinning ear to ear. “She sounds good, Y/N.” “Yeah, thanks to you and your dad.” Sam nodded and looked out the window. “So, what happened to Dean? He told me he was coming outside to help with the car and then he was gone.” Sam asked, breaking the silence.

“Um, well honestly we got into an argument and he left, he said he was going to the bar. I didn’t want to say anything to your Dad or Bobby.” Sam looked at you, “What were you two arguing about?” “I kissed him, he kissed me back. We were stealing kisses when we could. I guess he heard Bobby talking to me today. I asked Bobby why he was so against me being with Dean and he told me about Dean picking up different women and sleeping around. How he doesn’t do relationships. If I’m being honest it kinda stung knowing Dean slept around.” 

“That still doesn’t explain why he got so mad at you, he knows how he is and is often proud of it.” “Yeah, I don’t know. He told me we wouldn’t work out, that I was too young for him and he didn’t do relationships. When he came into the garage he wanted to talk and I shot him down. I don’t know Sam, maybe I should have heard him out.” You sighed. Sam took your hand and gave you a little squeeze, “No, you had every right to be upset and not hear what he had to say.” “Thanks Sammy.”

You drove around a little longer and pulled into the local bar and grill. Sam looked at you confused. “They have the best food. We can go in, we just can’t get alcohol. Come on, let’s get some dinner. I’m assuming you know what your Dad and Dean like to eat.” Sam nodded. 

When you walked in, a middle aged woman walked over to you and gave you a hug. “Hey Y/N, Happy Birthday! Figured I’d see you today. Who’s this handsome young man with you?” She looked at Sam who was turning bright red. “Hey Cindy, this is Sam. His dad is friends with Uncle Bobby. They are in town for a few days and I wanted to bring him out to show him around.” She smiled and nudged you, “He’s a tall, handsome one, ain't he?” She winked at you. “Cindy, we are just friends.” You laughed. 

She took you two over to a booth and you sat across from Sam. Scanning the room you noticed a man at the bar with his back to you. From behind it looked like Dean. Surely it wasn’t. Sam followed your eyes to the bar and then sighed deeply. “It’s Dean, isn’t it?” You asked. Sam nodded. “Dad is going to be pissed he’s drinking right now.” 

Sam got up and walked over to the bar while you sat in the booth. Dean looked over his shoulder towards you and scoffed. Sam walked back over looking defeated. “Is everything okay, Sam?” “No, Dean is already drunk and he’s being a dick. I wouldn’t go over there if I were you.”

When Cindy came back you placed your to-go orders and sat waiting. The whole time your eyes were on Dean. He had downed at least 3 glasses of whiskey while you sat there. You had had enough and stood up. Sam grabbed your arm, “I’m telling you, Y/N. Dean can be an absolute dick when he’s hurting and drunk, just please let it go.” 

“I’ll be fine Sam.” You shrugged off his arm and walked over to the bar. The bartender Jacob noticed you and walked over. “Hey girl, Happy Birthday!” He came around the bar and pulled you into a tight hug. “Hey Jacob. Thanks!” “Hey, you can finally order something from the big kid menu.” He teased you. You playfully slapped his arm. 

Dean was watching the interaction and you could see his body stiffen. “So, I heard you beat up Alex and broke up with him.” Jacob laughed. “Yeah, the guy was an ass. Tried to force me in his backseat.” “He’s a dick and you’re better off without him. So, what brings you here today? Want me to make you something?” “As much as I would love that, I have to drive. I’m just here picking up food. You see that guy over there?” You pointed towards Sam. “Yeah, the tall, handsome one.” Jacob said. You laughed, “yeah, well him, his dad, and Uncle Bobby helped me get my car up and running. So I took her for a drive.” 

“Oooh, and you brought the handsome one over there with you?” “He’s just a friend, Jacob. Besides, I had my eye on his older brother, but I don’t think that’s going to work out.” You glanced up at Dean and watched his body language shift a little. “That’s a bummer, cause if he’s that good looking I can’t imagine what his brother looks like.”

“Yeah, his older brother is something to behold.” You knew Dean was listening to you. “He’s just a little shorter than Sam, broad shoulders, a toned chest, his body is sunkissed and lightly dusted with freckles, piercing green eyes, and soft pouty lips. His legs are slightly bowed, thick thighs you could ride for days, calloused hands, and he definitely is packing.” Jacob was fanning himself and you saw Dean smirk. “Damn girl, point me in the direction of that man, ASAP.” You laughed, you’re not his type, Jacob. Sorry.” 

“So why are you here and not riding that man until you both see stars?” “We had a disagreement and I, being stubborn, refused to listen to him. I wish I could talk to him and tell him I’m ready to listen.” “So tell him? Girl, if that man is as gorgeous as you say he is, then you should tell him.” “Maybe, the night is still young.” 

Dean lifted his hand up to get Jacob’s attention. You saw Jacob pouring Dean a cup of coffee. Jacob came back over to you, “Now that man, mmm I’d give my left hand for one hour with him. He looks like he’s been carved by Greek gods. I don’t know what way he swings though. He’s turned down everyone that approached him. I asked him why, and he said he’s got someone special at home.” 

You smiled at the thought of Dean turning down women as they approached him, and him telling Jacob he had someone special at home. You looked at Jacob and winked then walked over to Dean.

“Hey there handsome, what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” You giggled. Dean looked up at you and smirked. Sam was holding his breath across the room. “That's the best you got, sweetheart?” “Nope, how about, I lost my number, can I have yours?” You giggled and Dean smirked again. 

You touched his arm, “Dean, I am so sorry. I should have let you talk to me. I was hurt and just so disappointed. I really thought we might have something, then you said what you said and I was just sad.” “No, sweetheart, it’s me who should be sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you or taken any of that shit out on you. Come here.” Dean pulled you into a tight hug and pulled back. “Can I kiss you again?” No words were needed, you leaned forward and his lips captured yours in a heated kiss. Jacob was standing there with his jaw on the ground. 

When the two of you finally pulled away, Dean paid his tab and walked over to the booth where Sam was. Jacob shot you a smile and a thumbs up. Dean put his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. Cindy returned not long after that with your food order. “Oh and Y/N, I put a whole pie in there for you for your birthday. It’s on the house. Happy Birthday again!” “Thank you Cindy, see you later.” “Wait, you like pie?” Dean asked excitedly. “Yeah, who doesn’t?” You laughed. “Oh, sweetheart, you are definitely a girl after my own heart. 

Part 2

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Too Late To Turn Back Now {Angus Tully x Reader}

Summary: A dislocated shoulder, an insult to end all men, a few lies, going out to eat, and an unwanted revelation about Angus Tully. What a perfect way to celebrate Christmas Eve-Eve.

Part 4 of ?? (Masterlist)

Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of arm injury, mentions of underage drinking, minor harassment, and discussion of cancer.

This was one of the more lighthearted and fun as hell chapters to write, so I hope you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 5.0k

Apparently, Angus Tully had gone on another adventure without you. One probably shouldn’t call it an adventure if he went to the chapel, and merely stared at the photo of your dead friend for hours on end.

“Do you think he was praying?” You asked Mary after she told you that while you were helping her make lunch.

“I think he’s just as religious as you.”

You scoffed. “He’d never become a priest.”

“You’d make a lousy nun.”

“I’d be a fun one.”

Once the four of you sat down to eat, your father tried to give you cookies you knew for a fact were given to you by Miss Crane. You also knew they were a week old at this point. Still, to spare your father’s feelings, you broke off a piece. You then put it in your mouth, nodding with a smile before bringing your napkin to your lips as if to clean them, when really you just spat the cookie into it.

Immediately, Angus asked to go to the bathroom, and you knew he wasn’t doing that, but you couldn’t blame him.

“I’m trying.” Your father shrugged, and all you and Mary could do was laugh.

You helped her was the dishes after that, and went back out to the dining hall, still seeing your dad sitting at the same table, alone.

“Everything alright?” You asked.

“Yes, just waiting on Mr. Tully.”

“You honestly can’t force him to learn today.” You scoffed, leaning against one of the chairs. “It’s Christmas Eve-Eve.”

“You always had lessons on Christmas Eve-Eve, and you didn’t complain.”

“I did.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Several times.”

He sighed. “I’ll let him out early by an hour; if you attend as well.”

“Never mind, let him rot.”

“I thought so.” He got up from his chair. “Where on God’s green earth is that boy?”

You watched him leave through the doors Angus took ten minutes ago, and as you were about to go into the kitchen to (lovingly) bother Mary some more, you heard shouting. Now of course, you were (and still are) a nosey bitch, so you had no choice but to also go through the doors leading out into the hallway. You heard Angus first.

“There’s nobody here, okay? Just us two losers, a grieving mom, and your-.”

His face and words fell once he saw you enter, and your father turned to see you standing in the doorframe, looking as if you wandered into something you shouldn’t have. Then, you threw on the attitude.

“What am I now?”

He looked away. “Nothing.”

“Oh, wow!” You began with fake enthusiasm.

“I didn’t mean-.”

“-No, no of course you didn’t.”

Your father stepped in. “That’s enough from the both of you. Mr. Tully, I can forgive you for using the phone without permission if-.”

“-If what?” He interrupted. “No, let’s cut the shit: You stay out of my way, and I stay out of yours.”

Of course, your father had detention slips in his back pocket, and of course he threw one up. “That’s a detention.”

Angus pushed past him, groaning and walking fast down the hall. You pursed your lips. “You really showed him.”

“Stuff it, Lady Macbeth.” He scolded, then called Angus. “You just earned yourself a detention, sir. Now, get back here!”

Angus looked back. “Being here with you is already one big fucking detention!”

“Son of a bitch, that’s another detention!”

In response, Angus knocked over a trash can, which caused your father to run like you’d never seen him run before. You should be ashamed that your first instinct was to laugh, but you weren’t and you still aren’t.

You should also have felt like a fool for deciding to run after them as if it were a game. Again, you didn’t feel like one then, and if you were to do it again as an old woman, you would in a heartbeat.

You saw as Angus tore off posters from the wall and would stop at corners just to taunt your father. Then, after running around more than half the school (you had no idea how much honestly, but it was enough for you), you stopped outside of the gym with the both of them. Even with Angus’s back turned, you knew he was contemplating the unthinkable.

“Don’t you even think about it, Mr. Tully.” Your father warned, panting from running. “You are a hair’s breadth from suspension. I’ll wash my hands of you, you hear me? Wash my hands.” Angus ignored him, stepping into the gym.

You followed your father as he kept going. “Stop right there, you know the gym is strictly off limits. This is your Rubicon. Do not cross the Rubicon.”

Angus took one look at the gym equipment, then back to the two of you. “Alea jacta est.”

He winked at you before springing towards the trampoline, bouncing off of it and over the balance beam. When his body landed with a hard ‘thud!’, you and your father were stricken with tense silence.

Which was then broken when an inhuman scream ripped from Angus’ throat.

Still, as your father looked on in horror, you said (being completely unbothered). “He’s faking it.”

When his screams didn’t subside, and you only heard them grow louder and he threw in more explicate language, your smile fell. It was when he got to his knees did you see how mangled his left arm looked, and you felt like you were going to throw up.

Angus Tully was one step ahead of you in that department, and that’s all we should say about that (not that he nearly puked on you; if anyone ever says that, they’re lying and should be shot on sight).

So, that was how, on the afternoon of Christmas Eve-Eve, you came to be standing outside of your father’s shitty 1964 Nova. You and Angus, who was crying while wearing half of his jacket, were shivering violently, waiting for your father to scrape off the car.

“Hurry up!” Both you and him would beg.

“I am hurrying!” Would be your father’s only response, and you saw his face grow redder every time either of you would yell.

Luckily, he managed to (somehow) scrape it all off and you three piled into the car. Even though you were going to anyway, you father insisted you sit in the front (more than likely because he knew you and Angus would probably try to kill each other in a high tense situation, and who would’ve figured he was right).

“I was on thin ice already.” Your father panicked at you as he stepped on the gas to the hospital. “If Woodrup finds out, the facts won’t matter, he’ll make it my fault.”

“It is your fault!” Angus cried from the back of the car, trying to hold his mangled arm up. “You were supposed to be looking after me!”

“I told you to stop!”

“You said you washed your hands of me!”

“No, I meant it metaphorically!”

“Of course you meant it metaphorically. What were you gonna do, actually go and wash your hands?!”

Your father turned back to the road. “Unbelievable. Unbelievable, I said I will wash my hands, never once did I say it in the present tense!”

“I don’t know, Pontius Pilate.” You shrugged. “This Jesus guy makes a good point.”

When he hissed your real name, you nearly shrank into your seat. “I don’t need any more of this from you. You were the one to tell me he was faking it anyway!”

“You said that?!” Angus yelled. “Jesus, I knew you hated all men.”

“Not true.” You turned around to look at him. “I would’ve said the exact same thing about a woman, especially if I heard her screaming from your room!”

Out of all the times you made a man cry and left him speechless, this one was and forever will be your favorite (obviously he was crying from his arm, but you liked to think your comment also did that). Your father scolded you for your foul mouth, but it was 100% worth it.

There you three sat in the emergency room, waiting for over an hour for a nurse to let you in, when your father started monologuing to himself.

“This is the end. They’ll inform the school, who will inform your parents, and then it’s curtains. You’re gonna get me fired; you.” He looked at Angus, then you. “I hope you like sleeping in the snow, Josephine.”

“I love it more than life itself.” You rolled your eyes.

Angus grumbled. “I’m the one about to lose an arm and all you can think about is yourself.”

“Hey, he was worried about me.” You pointed out.

He turned and glared at you, and you actually felt bad for the first time that day.

A nurse soon approached you, handing your father a clipboard and pen. “If you could just fill this out, please. Admissions and insurance.”

Your father, hesitantly, begins to fill it out. It sounded like a joke at first, having to sleep somewhere else, but honestly what were you going to do? You and your father lived in the faculty housing ever since-.

“-Excuse me?” Angus asked the nurse as she was walking away. “Is there any way we could skip this whole insurance thing?”

“It’s just standard procedure.”

“I understand. But look, we were over at Squantz pond playing hockey, and I slipped on the ice.”

Your father whispered. “Angus, what are you doing?”

But he kept going, glancing at you for a moment. “Our mom told him not to take us, but I made him. Our folks are divorced, and we don’t get to see each other very often. She’ll be mad as a hornet if she finds out.”

The nurse still didn’t let up. “Okay, that’s your business. But we just have certain protocols.”

“Yeah, protocols.” Your father tried to warn.

Angus didn’t listen to either. “Please, we ever get to see my dad. It was my fault, all mine. I don’t want to get him in trouble.” He looked at you. “We can’t have her dragging him to court again.”

You shook your head, swallowing a pretend lump in your throat. “No. Last time was…oh god.”

He looked back at the nurse.  “Can we skip the whole insurance thing? We can pay cash. Right, Dad?”

What a sucker; it took you and Angus to do ‘Kicked Puppy” eyes for a minute, and she was brining the three of you in to the see the doctor in three.

When they were removing his shirt, they told him first look away from the arm, but they didn’t inform you.

“Is it that bad?” He asked upon hearing your audible disgust.

“Not the worst thing I’ve seen in a hospital.”

Your father slugged you, but not hard enough for it to hurt. Still, the whole thing was a blur as they popped Angus’ arm back into its socket. It was dislocated, not broken, and a part of you selfishly wish that it had been just to spare you from the disgusting noises. That and also Angus’s screaming, as if you hadn’t been objectified to that enough.

The three of you were leaving after Angus' arm was tied in a sling, when your father spoke up.

“Barton men don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Angus asked, readjusting his sling.

"Lie."

“Well, I had momentum.”

“Mhm,” he looked at you. “what’s your excuse?”

You shrugged. “I don’t go to Barton, and I’m not a man. Thank God, by the way, considering I hate all of them.”

Even though you said that sarcastically, neither of the men said you were wrong.

When you three made it to the pharmacy, and your father handed over the prescription, the pharmacist went to search for it. Angus lowered his voice, saying to your dad.

“You said that if Woodrup finds out, you and her screwed. So now he won’t find out.”

“What if your parents ask?” You questioned.

“Never going to happen. Trust me.”

Your father raised his brows. “Okay, then. This all remains entre nous. Got it? You know what entre nous means?”

“Oui, monsieur.” He smirked “Now you owe me.”

“Owe you?” Your father gasped. “Do not try to leverage me, Mr. Tully.”

“All I’m looking for is little thank you that I did something nice for you. That’s all.”

You shrugged, deciding you wanted a treat too. “It is Christmas Eve-Eve.”

Your father took you all out to ‘The Winning Ticket’; the classiest tavern within 50 miles. Classy being the less dingy, place in Barton. As your father and ‘Friend of Some Sort’ had a minor debate on underage drinking, you saw the last waitress you wanted approach.

“Miss Crane, as I live and breathe.” Your father sounded amazed as if he saw Aphrodite herself. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi guys!” She laughed “Yeah, I always pick up a little extra work over Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

“Well uh,” he gestured to Angus. “This is Mr. Tully.” Then to you beside him. “And this is-you already know my daughter.”

“Yes,” she nodded. “quite well. My niece knows her too if you can believe that.”

He laughed a little louder than he should have, and you wanted to crawl under the table and bang your head against the metal support until you split your skull open.

“Oh, and sure, I know you.” Miss Crane nodded to Angus.

“Angus Tully,” he smiled. “we met outside of Dr. Woodrup’s office. I was wrongly accused of blowing up a toilet.”

“Well, I didn’t know about the ‘wrongly’ part. I just know that miss Hunham talks a lot about you when she visits.”

Aaand now you wanted to just take any of the silverware off the table (even the spoon would work) and stab yourself.

“Does she?” He teased.

You were quick with a comeback. “About how ridiculously annoying you are. I was baking cookies and Elise nearly crawled into the oven because the things I said about you were just too horrible for her to hear.”

“Now be nice.” Your father said.

“When have I never?”

The three of you ordered (after another discussion about alcohol and underage drinking with Miss Crane this time), and it did not escape you or Angus how your father’s eyes were still on her even after she left.

“Ouch,” Angus smiled. “you two have chemistry.”

“That’s the Percodan talking.” Your father pointed out.

“I don’t know, seeing her like this, I think she’s pretty attractive.”

You gagged, not even having the will to come up with a good comeback, you were so disgusted. Thankfully, your father had one.

“Listen, you hormonal vulgarian, that woman deserves your respect, not your erotic speculation.”

You never gave it much thought; your father dating women after your mother died. He just never truly seemed that interested in anyone, and he said it himself, he never goes out. Still…while you do want him to be happy, the woman of interest is your best friend’s aunt-.

Angus pursed his lips. “May I at least go to the bathroom? Sir? “

“You mean the payphone?” Even when he saw Angus’ eyes darken, your father still was not stirred. “Jo March, accompany him, please.”

You sighed. “Why do I have to be his keeper?”

“Because I, Pontius Pilate, washed my hands of him, remember?”

With that being said, you walked with Angus over to the bathrooms, and waited outside with your arms crossed like a child being punished. After a few minutes, he came back out, and the first thing you asked was.

“How’d you lie so easily?”

He gave you a look. “When?”

“The hospital.” You clarified. “You came up with a whole story on the spot that was so convincing, you had a nurse wrapped around your finger within a minute.”

Angus shrugged, beginning to walk away. “You were honestly the icing on the cake.”

“Oh, thank you.” You spoke with sarcasm, following him. “But honestly, you-.”

“-Are you any good at pinball?”

Okay mister ‘Trying to Change the Subject’, you’d play this game (literally and figuratively). “Yeah, I think so.”

He grabbed two dimes from his pocket. “Wanna bet?”

“I guarantee you that’s all the money you have, so there’s nothing to bet.”

“Not exactly.” You both wandered over to the machines. “If I win, you owe me something, and vice versa.”

“And if I wanted you to get out of my life?”

“Done and done, but only If you win, which you won’t.” He put the dimes on top of the machine a guy was playing on.

“Sorry, kid. Next game’s taken.” The many said.

Angus furrowed his brow. “But I just put some dimes down.”

“Don’t care. My buddy’s up next.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“That’s how it works in here. Why don’t you go shoot the other fuckin’ machine?”

“Because I don’t want to shoot the other fuckin’ machine.”

You put your hand on his non-injured arm. “Angus, it’s fine.”

Before he could retaliate, the man lost the game, sighing. “Thanks for fuckin’ up my mojo. Kenny! You’re up.”

“Bullshit.” Angus shook his head. “I put my dimes down, so we’re up next.”

“What was that?” You both looked and saw ‘Kenny’, a drunk man with a hook for his right hand. Shit… “Hey, kiddies,” he snapped his fingers at the both of you. “my eyes are up here.”

His friend snorted. “Look at these fucking kids; spoiled little Barton boy and his prissy girlfriend.”

Not the first nor the last time you were a smartass to a man where it will almost get you killed. “I’ll have you know, gentlemen, he is not my boyfriend; he is the reason I hope every day I become an only child.”

“You know what?” Angus stepped in before Kenny could respond. “You can just take my dime.”

“Take it?” He taunted. “You want me to take your dime? Like it’s charity?”

“No, what I mean is, we could play together.” and let this be known that Angus Tully was not always great at thinking on his feet. “Yeah, you could be my left arm.”

“The fuck did you just say to me?!”

Flinching at his tone, you decided to actually use your brain, for once. “Oh my gosh, I think I hear Dad calling us.” You took Angus’ hand without thinking. “Come on Fitzwilliam, you fucked everything up as always.”

You didn’t care that two, pissed off men were following and yelling at you, you didn’t even care that you were holding Angus’ Tully’s hand and having him trip over his own feet as you pulled him back to your table, you just needed to get out of there.

“Papa,” you call out to your father. “can we go please?”

He hummed at your arrival (and the term of endearment, which you only use if something has gone array).  “Why?”

“Our favorite asshole got us in trouble.”

“Hey!” Kenny shouted at you and Angus. “Why’d you run off? We were just talking to you. Do they teach you manners at that school?”

Hook for hand be damned, your fight or flight instincts kicked in when he put his hand on Angus and you were about to be the reason he’d lose it. Then, Miss Crane stepped in.

“Kenneth, leave them alone, they just came in for some food.”

Still, he looked like he was about to charge the both of you.

Your father stepped in next. “Kenneth, is that right? I don’t doubt that he did something to offend you. It’s his specialty. Perhaps I could purchase you gentlemen something to imbibe, and we could let whatever this unfortunate incident is go the way of the dodo.”

“The what?” The first guy playing pinball asked.

“The dodo,” Angus said. “it’s an extinct bird.”

“What he’s trying to say is,” Miss Crane translated. “he wants to buy you guys a beer.”

It didn’t take long for the two men to consider it. Kenny nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

“Same here.” His friend agreed. “I’ll have a Miller.”

“The champagne of beers.” Angus smiled, nodding.

It was when everything final cooled down, and as the two men and Miss Crane left to get their drinks, did you notice you were still holding Angus’ hand. Which you let go of as if you were holding fire in the palm of your hand.

He went back to his moody self after that, as you were walking back to the car after finishing dinner (no connection of course).

“Why’d you buy those guys beer? They’re assholes.”

Your father shrugged. “That’s one way to look at it. Here, catch.”

He tossed him the keys, which he caught. Your father continued his lecture, walking ahead of both of you.  “How many boys do you know who have had their hands blown off? Barton boys don’t go to Vietnam. They go to Yale or Dartmouth or Cornell, whether they deserve to or not.”

Angus glanced at you. “Except for Curtis Lamb.”

“Except for Curtis Lamb.” Your father repeated his words when they stood outside the car.

“Were you ever in the military?”

“Yes, I tried to enlist in ‘41, but was rejected-I have to get in over there.” He said after failing to open the door on the driver’s side. He walked over to the passenger’s (which you begrudgingly allowed Angus to have this time) side that Angus unlocked. “They made me an air raid warden. Gave me a whistle and everything. Helmet. Arm band.”

You opened the back door and slid into the seats, but Angus stayed outside, asking. “Before we get going, can I be candid with you?”

Your father already was used to that question from you, so he didn’t even look scared when he hummed his approval.

“You smell.” He got into the car. “And it’s really noticeable toward the end of the day. I even smell it on your coat. Mind if I crack the window?”

He didn’t even wait for his response before rolling the window down anyway. Before you could say something snarky to defend your father, he spoke first. “Trimethylaminuria.”

Angus furrowed his brow. “Huh?”

“Trimethylaminuria.” He repeated. “Means my body can’t break down trimethylamine. That’s the smell. And uh, yes, more toward the end of the day.”

“Wow…your whole life?”

Your father nodded.

“No wonder you’re afraid of women.” Angus said your name, glancing back at you. “How did he marry your mom?”

Your jaw dropped, and only inaudible noises came out at first before you settled on. “I’m too sober for that conversation.”

“For the record,” Your dad interrupted, stunned. “I am not afraid of women, and you shouldn’t be asking a girl personal questions after insulting her father. Jesus.”

Angus nodded. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Dr. Getler says I should give more consideration to my audience.”

“Who’s Dr. Getler?” You asked.

“My shrink.”

Your father decided to jump in. “Has Dr. Gertler ever tried a good swift kick in the ass?

He scoffed. “Okay, now your turn. Go ahead, tell me something about me. Something negative.”

“Something negative about you?”

“Sure, just one thing.”

“Just one?” You and your father questioned.

He nodded, preparing for the absolute worst, but it never came. Your father merely turned back to the front, started the car, and began to make the long drive back to Barton. You weren’t even out of the neighborhood when Angus then asked.

“Fitzwilliam?” He looked at you. “What kind of name is that?”

Your father snickered. “That’s what you called him?”

You shrugged. “The guys thought he was a stuck-up rich boy, but he���s really awkward and looks like he wants to kill himself every time someone looks at him, I had to.”

“He strikes me more as a Hamlet.”

To anyone who didn’t know anything about Shakespeare, that would be a compliment. To you and your father specifically, it made you laugh. Of course Angus Tully would be one of the most overdramatic characters in theatre.

“Seriously,” the boy in question said tiredly. “who the hell is Fitzwilliam?”

Your father shook his head. “My advice, Mr. Tully? Brush up on the classics; Pride and Prejudice would be a good place to start.”

None of you had the strength to do much more that night besides spending time in your rooms before bed. It was as you were a few chapters into Little Women, did you wonder.

“Why were you and my dad yelling at each other this afternoon?”

Angus looked up from his copy of Popular Mechanics to see you in the doorway once you asked that question. You both were both just wearing your pajamas and socks; outfits you had only seen each other in for either a short number of times, in dimmed lighting, or with jackets over.

It felt different this time…stranger, even.

“Hello to you too.” He greeted, setting the magazine down.

“Well?”

Pursing his lips, he didn’t look at you at first before saying. “I was calling a hotel.”

“Your mom’s?”

“No, one in Boston.”

“Why would you…?” The look on his face said it all. That look of regret and pity that you didn’t understand what he meant right away. “Oh…”

You wanted nothing more than to have said it with disgust, but it was disappointment that laced the word. Then, with a mix of anger and even hurt.

“Am I that insufferable to be around?”

He shot his head up. “What? No.”

“Seems like it.” You scoffed, beginning to pace around the room. “What happened to ‘Friends of some sort’? I asked you if we were fine because I felt like you’d gone quiet, and you said we were. I get it; you asked me to tell you the craziest thing that happened to me, and I should’ve just said ‘I got slightly drunk at a party’, not everything. You barely tell me anything about yourself, and then I just go and throw out the shittiest things that have happened to me. It’s not fair, and I’m sorry-.”

“-My father’s dead.”

Nothing could’ve gotten you to shut up faster.

It caused you such a shock, that you sat down on the bed beside him, staring at him. His gaze changed in a matter of seconds; when he first told you and you looked at him, you’d never seen anyone surer. Then, as shock settled into you, discomfort did for him. You let the quietness between you linger for a moment, terrified of your own response.

“I…I had a feeling.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You were expecting him to immediately respond, but he didn’t. You debated on just sitting in the silence, or crawling back into your room and pretending this didn’t happen, when Angus finally spoke up.

“I was thirteen, he was…really, really sick for some time but then it just happened so fast and…I don’t really like talking about it, I’m sorry-.”

“-No, I shouldn’t have pressured you-.” You relented first, and ff the circumstances weren’t bleak, it would be funny how you both spoke over each other.

“-You weren’t, you told me something about yourself and I should’ve-.”

“-You aren’t in debt or some bullshit to share anything with me-.”

“-I just haven’t really told people that before-.”

“-Your arm wasn’t the worst thing I saw in a hospital.” You decided to break the loop, and it was successful. “My mother was sick too and…” You chuckled, but felt tears prick your eyes all of a sudden at the thought. “God, she’ll haunt me for this, but she was so skinny the last time I saw her…Cancer. She and my dad were debating on if I should see her like that before she goes, and I won the argument in the end that, yes, I needed to say goodbye. I’m glad I did, no, that’s not what I think of when I think of her but…it scared me. I was eleven.”

He nodded, listening without interruption; a skill that seemed he only acquired during these small moments of vulnerability. Well, you wouldn’t necessarily call yourself vulnerable; you were merely answering his questions truthfully based on your experiences (of course; no vulnerability whatsoever. You didn’t open yourself up to others outside of your father and Mary, why would you to Angus Tully?)

“I went to the chapel before anyone else woke up and I just couldn’t stop staring at the picture of Curtis Lamb…I can’t even say it got me thinking about death or anything like that I just…I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I felt weird and wanted to run away.”

“I get that.”

“I’m sorry for trying to get a hotel by the way,” he apologized again. “if that matters.”

You gave him a smile. “It does.”

For the first time in a while, you thought you saw him smile too; a genuine one, mind you, not the shit-eating grin he often gave you and everyone else. It was then you decided to get up and head to bed, bidding him goodnight. Then, again, you stopped in the doorway from another thought.

“What were you going to call me?”

“Huh?” He perked his head up.

“When you were crying about being stuck over here for Christmas?” You alluded. “You and my father are losers, Mary’s a grieving mom, but what am I?”

His eyes drifted in thought, then back to you. “‘Your know-it-all daughter.’ That’s what I was gonna say.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, smiling as you backed out into your room. “I do know all, Angus Tully.”

You couldn’t see his face anymore when you went to your bed, but you heard his sarcastic ‘Goodnight’ with him saying your full name, and your chest felt lighter than it did the night prior to talking with him.

…What the hell was happening to you?

You were giddy, you giggled to yourself about nothing and had to hide your mouth under the blanket so Angus wouldn’t hear you in the other room. For a moment, when asking him what he would’ve called you, you wanted him to say ‘pretty’. So much shit happened that day, but the one thing, the one thing that your mind goes back to is taking his hand, and not letting go until you realized-…

…No…

No…

Oh, what the fuck?!

Oh god!

Once you were happy about having a newfound crush on Angus Tully, and now you were in absolute agony.

What a wonderful way to spend Christmas Eve-Eve.

[heavyhitterheaux]

"You ask mom, she likes you better" with the triplets

Ivy knocked on the door to her younger sister's room with both of her other siblings beside her.

She heard a quiet response from Nova saying to come in before they all came in with bright smiles on their faces.

When Nova turned around from her desk and saw all three of them she immediately raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms across her chest.

“If the three of you are sneaking out again, I am not covering for you and I’m telling daddy.”

“Oh and not mom?” Autumn asked as she sat on her bed and looked at her.

“No, I said I was telling on you not that I wanted for all of you never to see your eighteenth birthday. I'm not that mean. As mom would say ‘she'll send you to see Jesus early’”

“Then we need a favor, little sister.” Axel said as he attempted to ruffle her hair, but she moved away and simply eyed him.

“What's in it for me?”

“You'll be helping your big brother and big sisters.”

“Nope. Not interested.”

“Come on! Please!”

“No.”

“You don't even know what the favor is! You benefit from it too.” Ivy exclaimed and Nova looked at her with a straight face.

“Still not interested.”

"Ask if we can go to Honey Pig!”

“And why can't you three do that?”

“You ask mom, she likes you better. Besides, if we ask she'll say no.”

“Not my problem. Not my fault you went joyriding in her car and scratched it.”

“I…. NOVA PLEASE! We're hungry!”

She simply sighed before pushing her glasses up on her face and stared at them before responding.

“I have terms and conditions.”

“Name it.”

“I said terms and conditions. That's plural. Anyway, clean my room for a month, walk Butterscotch when it's my turn, drive me anywhere I ask if I get permission to go, and…”

“No. Stop. Absolutely not.” Autumn said as she cut her off and Ivy and Axel rolled their eyes at her.

“Let the woman finish! I'm sure we can compromise.” Axel exclaimed while covering Autumn's mouth.

“Thank you, Axel. As I was saying…”

“EW! DID YOU JUST LICK MY HAND!?” Axel yelled as Autumn laughed.

“Shouldn't have tried to silence me.”

“Well somebody needs too.” Ivy mumbled and Nova was growing annoyed.

“Yall are on your own.”

“WAIT! Okay fine whatever your terms are, we'll do it.”

“I didn't agree!”

“Autumn, do you want to get fed or not!?”

“Fine.”

“That settles it. I'll go ask.”

Nova came downstairs to where you and Jack were with the triplets hiding on the steps to listen to what your response would be. She came and sat in between the both of you and you and Jack made eye contact with each other knowing that she was about to ask something.

“Mom?”

“Yes, Nova?”

“I'm hungry. Can we go to Honey Pig?”

“Before I answer your question, did you siblings put you up to this?” You asked as Jack stifled a laugh.

“Huh? Wait, what? Why do you ask?”

“Answer my question first.”

“Well….”

“They already asked me and I said no.”

“What!?”

“IVY, AX, AUTUMN I KNOW YOU'RE LISTENING ON THE STEPS AND NO IS THE FINAL ANSWER! SINCE ALL OF YOU ARE ON THIN ICE!” You exclaimed as you immediately heard them all groan.

“BUT MOM WE'RE HUNGRY!”

“There's chicken nuggets and uncrustables in the freezer.” Jack said as he continued to scroll through his phone.

“DAD, WE DON'T WANT THAT!”

“Beggars can't be choosers.”

“Dad! I'm calling grandma and telling her you're starving us.”

“Go ahead Ax. And tell her that you also took your mom’s car without permission and scratched it.”

“I…”

“Mm hmm, thought so.”

“I am never doing them another favor again.” Nova said as she huffed before getting up and making her way upstairs.

You made sure she was out of earshot before turning to Jack, but he spoke up first.

“I think it was better that we told them no instead of telling them that we went earlier when they were in school.”

“But what are we going to say when they find the leftovers?”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for cracking my sibling's phone screen?

I got into a fight with my sibling today. I'm male, they're non-binary. My sibling has a habit of making snide and demeaning comments towards me and then accusing me of being fragile when I inevitably lash out.

Today, my sibling made a snide comment about my decision to get food from a certain place, and because I was fed up with their bullshit (they were in my bed without my permission), I swung my phone at their body. I missed two times, but when I hit something, I hit their phone's screen. The hit went through the screen protector and cracked the phone screen. My Dad came in and confiscated both of our phones, so now we're both phoneless. Am I the asshole for lashing out at my sibling for being a dick to me like they usually are?

[agaypanic]

you should do a reese smut like your first time or something , don't have to go into explicit detail , I think he would be a good one to start off with

The First Time (Reese Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: For some reason, Reese gets trusted to be alone in the house. He uses this opportunity to take your relationship to the next level.

A/N: I don’t usually ask for feedback but since this is my first smut I’d really love to know what yall think. If it’s bad, I’m never attempting to write smut again lmao

CW: p in v intercourse, virginity loss, fingering

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“You have the emergency contacts?”

“Yes.”

“You have the hotel’s phone number to reach us?”

“Yes.”

“You know where the fire extinguisher is?”

Reese rolled his eyes at the countless questions his mom listed as she sped around the house for last-minute things to put in her bag. She and Hal were going to a work conference for the weekend. Dewey was at a friend’s for a sleepover, Malcolm was at some overnight nerd fest with the rest of the Krelboynes, and Jamie was with the babysitter because although he took all those baby care classes, Reese still can’t be trusted to be alone with him.

This all meant that Reese would be alone in the house for more than 24 hours. It took a lot of convincing from Hal, but Lois finally decided it was time to trust him to not destroy their house too badly while they were away.

“Mom, you and Dad are gonna be late.” She whipped around and stared at him, like she was trying to get into his head. See what he was thinking, if he was even doing that. She stepped closer to her son.

“I don’t know what you’re planning. But just know that I will find out about it, so don’t even think about doing it. Whatever it is you’re gonna do.” Then after exchanging goodbyes with his parents and trying to get Lois out the door, Reese was finally alone in the house. He watched through the front kitchen window as they drove away before walking across the room to the phone. He dialed a number, looking around in the fridge for something to eat while he waited for the person on the other side to pick up.

“Everyone’s gone. Come over.”

***

“You’re positive your family is actually gone, and this isn’t some kind of test to see what you try to pull?” You asked Reese as you looked around the house, suspicious that this was all a trap. Hands landed on your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I checked every room and every closet. We’re the only ones here.” Reese kissed your head and then cut you off before you could respond. “Just relax.”

You sighed. It’s not that you didn’t like the Wilkerson family, far from it. It’s just that if Lois found out that Reese had you over without her permission when he was barely allowed to be in the house himself, she’d probably have your head.

“Fine.” You said reluctantly. “So, what do you wanna do first?”

“I could think of a few things.” You immediately recognized the tone in your boyfriend’s voice and pulled away from him. You wagged a finger in front of his face, backing away towards the kitchen.

“I don’t think so, you horndog.” You laughed at his offended expression. “How about lunch?”

After a delicious lunch, courtesy of your boyfriend, you two spent the rest of the day watching movies. You took turns picking them out, all horror movies. Well, your picks were horror movies for Reese, like Clueless, Pretty in Pink, and Legally Blonde. You thought he should broaden his taste in entertainment. You were about to watch one of Reese’s picks when Reese went on about Elle’s court scene.

“I’m just saying, Y/n. I’ve been to court enough times to know that that’s probably not how court works.”

“It’s a movie, Reese. That’d be like me saying this dude getting his eyes scooped out like ice cream isn’t realistic.”

“Of course, it’s not realistic. This is how you’d do it, you-”

“Oh, Jesus. Shut up, Reese.” You laughed, not wanting to hear Reese’s explanation.

“Make me.” There was a hint of seriousness in his tone, something you didn’t hear often coming from him. You looked at him with a raised brow, and he straightened up from his slouched sitting position.

“What?”

“I, um… You heard me.” You ignored the guy getting murdered on screen and scooted closer to Reese, leaning into him. 

“Say it again.” You whispered, so close to him but still feeling so far. You felt a hand on your back, pushing you closer to Reese.

“Make me.” You practically pounced on him, straddling his lap and kissing him like he was your life source. It was a clash of lips and teeth, hands gripping and pulling on anything they could reach. Your lips trailed away from his, and Reese was about to protest when you started nipping at his neck. He groaned loudly, and God, you’d do anything to hear that sound from him again. He moaned your name, hands slipping down to your hips and thighs. “So good.” He murmured, pulling you down on him, and your breath hitched as you grinded against him. You pulled away from his neck to look at him, panting. Suddenly aware that you were in his family’s living room watching a slasher film, you gulped.

“Maybe we should do this, uh, somewhere else?” You suggested, brushing away the hair that fell in your face. “I mean, unless you wanna stop, I don’t-” You cut yourself off with a yelp as you were practically thrown up in the air. Reese, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you tight against him, sped off to his room. Even though he was lean, Reese was so strong. It was so hot, you almost made him stop in the middle of his stride so you could have him right here and now.

He shut the bedroom door with his foot and dropped you on his bed.

“You’re absolutely sure no one’s here?” You asked, sitting against his headboard. He crawled onto the bed until he was hovering over you, cupping the back of your neck.

“It’s just us here. Relax, Baby.”

“Make me.” He immediately went to the crook of your neck, acting like a vampire with the sucking and biting. You pulled at his hair, so glad that he didn’t find the time to gel it the way he usually does because running your hands through his soft frosted tips felt so lovely.

Reese trailed down to your chest, hands slipping up your shirt. You sat up enough for him to tug your shirt off, almost salivating at the sight that he’d never get sick of. Before he could try to litter you with kisses and hickies, he helped you pull his shirt off, and you almost moaned just from looking at him. Burying his head between your tits, he reached around your back and fiddled with your bra hooks.

“Reese, please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for. You just knew you wanted him to do something about the ache in your core that was for him. He smiled, lifting his head to look at you.

“Want me to make you feel good, Baby?” Jesus.

After a shy nod, he slipped a hand down past the waistband of your pants. A finger softly glided down before pressing against your clit through your panties. A second finger joined the other in circular motions while he watched you for a reaction. Your back arched, and you moaned, so Reese decided he was doing the right thing and kept going.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asked, not stopping his movements. 

“Reese.” Was all you could say, too focused on the pleasure he was giving you.

“Come on, Baby, gotta hear you say it. What do you need?” If he didn’t have a hand down your pants right now, you might’ve been able to think straight. You took a deep breath.

“You.” It was quiet, and at first, you weren’t sure if he heard you or not.

“What?” He grinned, definitely hearing you. “Say that again for me.”

“Need you, Reese. Please.” You whined as he withdrew his hand, but he shushed you with a kiss. His hands worked to take up his pants, so you sat up so he wouldn’t fall on you from lack of support. Kicking them off, Reese then helped you with your pants, leaving you both in your underwear. You palmed his hard-on through his boxers, and he groaned in your ear, something you’d never get tired of hearing.

Reese scooted away from you just enough to reach under his bed into a box. He pulled out a condom and held it before you, catching his breath.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, and you could’ve melted on the spot from his look of sincerity. You nodded, clasping your hands around his neck to kiss him.

“So sure.” You whispered against his lips before pulling back to see his face clearly. “You?”

“Fuck yes.” He kissed you once more before guiding you to lie on the bed. Your breath hitched as he kicked off his boxers, taking in the sight of him. Seeing him in all his glory just made you wetter. Reese rolled the condom on himself before hooking his finger on the sides of your panties, pulling them off gently but with a sense of urgency. He settled between your legs, and you moaned at his weight on you. “Ready?”

“Ready.” 

One hand interlocked with yours, holding them by your head. With the other, he guided himself to you. After one last look for reassurance, he slipped the tip in and buried himself inside you. You were a moaning mess, trapped in his arms underneath him while arching your back. He stayed still to give you time to adjust, but you needed more.

“Move.” You groaned, and he did as told. Starting slow, he thrusted in and out of you, still holding your hand while his other kept him up. Soon enough, Reese couldn’t control himself and started going faster, pounding into you with every bit of strength he had. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moving to meet his thrusts.

You started clenching around him, and he knew he wouldn’t last long if you kept it up. His hand left yours, going down to play with your clit. You whined from the pressure, clawing at Reese’s back as he thrust relentlessly.

“Reese.” It came out as a high-pitched moan. “Reese, Baby, I think I’m gonna… I’m…”

“You can do it, Baby.” He swiped loose strands of hair out of your face. “Come on, Y/n. Come for me.” His words, accompanied by his thrusts and the pressure on your clit sent you over the edge. The way you squeezed him pushed him over as well, and you soon became a mess of moans and limbs. 

He buried his face in your chest as you both caught your breath. Reese attempted to pull out, but you were still clenching around him, so he stayed put. You ran your fingers through his scalp as you looked up at the ceiling, all energy lost.

“So…” Reese cleared his throat, looking up at you. “How, um, how was that?” You gave a lazy smile at his sudden shyness.

“It was good, Reese.” You sat up just enough to kiss his head before collapsing back on his bed. “So good.”

Eventually, the two of you had to get up. You took a shower, and Reese put you in his clothes before setting you back on his bed, which was now covered in clean sheets. He left briefly and came back with a sandwich and water.

“Here.” He gave it to you, and when you noticed he didn’t have any food, he waved you off. “I’m fine, Baby. Now eat.” Ignoring him, you split the sandwich in half and gave him one of the pieces. He rolled his eyes but still kissed you in thanks before eating it, you following suit.

[bad268]

Bouquet (Charles Leclerc X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Day 21 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing! (Look at me fixing my mistake from last year. Sorry I’m dyslexic)

Warnings: Death.

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 369

As always, my requests are OPEN

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No one knew it would come to this. It was simply a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It never should have ended like this.

This was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, he thought. He had it planned to a T. The pathway was filled with flower petals, the neon sign was glowing brightly while not taking away from the setting sun, and Daniel and Lando were hiding out in the bushes, ready to capture the moment. However, it all went out the window when his phone rang. This was one outcome he did not think about. 

He knew he should have just proposed at home. He knew you didn’t like driving in unfamiliar places. However, he also knew you dreamed about beach proposals.

This decision led to him sitting in a hospital waiting room clad in a suit with a rose bouquet in hand. It felt heavy in his hand ever since he received the call, but he couldn’t bring himself to let it go. Not even through the drive over, not even as he called your friends and family, and certainly not even when the doctor came over to speak to him. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Leclerc. We did everything we could.” And that’s when the ringing started. Charles couldn’t say what happened next whether he started screaming, crying, pleading, or falling. Maybe all of the above. He couldn't feel anything other than the thorns of the roses digging into his hands and the sudden heaviness of the box in his pocket.

This wasn’t how it wasn’t how today was supposed to end. You and he were supposed to start your lives together. You were by his side through thick and thin. You were by his side when Jules, Anthoine, and his dad passed away, and you were standing beside him as he was named the World Drivers Champion. This was not supposed to happen. He can’t imagine you not by his side.

He’s known loss and experienced more than he should have, but he doesn’t know how he will recover from this. Maybe he never will. Maybe he was destined to be heartbroken for all eternity.

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[kissorkill16]

We'll Ride Together: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Lucy and Nicky are nervous, but they'll do anything for their friends.

Aaron, Mya, Lucy and Nicky were walking home from school. As the others chatted, Nicky was lost in his own mind right now.

He was thinking about the picture he took of the blueprints of Mr. Peterson's new project.

He wanted to show his friends, but he felt like he'd be betraying Mr. Peterson.

That was his private office, and he just stumbled into it and rummaged through his things without permission, and he took a picture of something not ready to be seen yet.

Then again, Mr. Peterson was a calm man. He didn't seem too threatening. After all, he didn't even yell at Nicky when he caught him in his office, he just gently picked him up and put him back in his sleeping bag.

And that time where him and his friends accidentally stepped into his office at the Golden Apple factory, he didn't even yell at him then, he just took them all back home.

And when Bubba nearly attacked him at the grocery store, when he went to check up on Mr. Peterson, the man didn't yell at him or give him a silent treatment or nothing. He just told him that it was okay.

Nicky was still hesitant to show them the picture, but he reluctantly pulled out his phone and went to his camera roll.

"Just say the words and I'll gladly punch Finch, Lucy.", said Aaron. Lucy looked at him with a sour face, "I'm not asking you to punch Finch, Aaron."

"I'm just saying, it's not like she doesn't deserve it."

"No argument there.", said Mya. Lucy smiled and rolled her eyes.

Nicky stopped in his tracks, his phone in hand. "Guys, I want to show you something.", he said, then he put a finger up. "But first, you have to promise not to tell anyone else."

They all looked at him, then at each other, then back at him, then they nodded. "We promise, Nicky.", said Aaron.

And without another thought, Nicky showed them the picture of the blueprints, and their eyes widened. Aaron looked at his best friend. "Nicky, tell me this isn't what I think it is."

"Yeah...", said Nicky, rubbing the back of his head. "I accidentally went into Mr. Peterson's office."

"And made it out alive?!", Mya squealed.

Mya ran to Nicky, grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him. "What were you thinking?! You could've gotten sent straight home after that! Daddy is very secretive, and he doesn't like it when people go snooping around in his things. You're lucky to still be alive."

Aaron rolled his eyes, "Where was this kind of praise when I first snuck into his office?", he asked.

"You only get away with it because you're his son and he loves you.", replied Mya.

Nicky stepped in front of the two, "Guys, I didn't mean to go in there.", he said. "I had to go to the bathroom, but it was so dark and it was so difficult for me to find my way back, and I was just...there.", he said.

"Did you get in trouble?", asked Lucy.

Nicky shrugged, "I'm not sure.", he said. "He didn't yell, he didn't grab me, and he didn't send me home. He just carried me back to bed."

Aaron's eyes widened in surprise, "No way, man. When I was young, he did the same thing to me whenever I snooped around in his stuff.", he laughed. "I think you've become a part of our family now."

Nicky's eyes widened.

"Me? Part of your family?", he asked incredulously. "No lie, that would be interesting to think about. Me living in your house, Mr. Peterson is my dad, Diane is my mom, and I'm yours and Mya's brother."

Mya laughed, "That is interesting to think about!"

Aaron took Nicky's phone and looked at the picture once again, "This ride looks borderline huge! I can almost see how big it'll look when it's finally ready!", he said.

Mya looked at the picture from behind him, "I can already feel the wind blowing in my hair as we fall down the tracks and go in infinite loops on the tracks."

"When this ride is out, we're all riding it together, right? How does that sound?"

Mya, Lucy, and Nicky widened their eyes. While Lucy and Mya looked almost excited for that, Nicky felt scared.

"That would be so cool!", said Mya, "We can all ride together!"

"I feel my insides churning just thinking about that. Oh, I'm so excited for the ride!", said Lucy.

Nicky took his phone back from Aaron and continued walking down the sidewalk.

It's not that he didn't want to ride together with his friends, it's just that he's never been on a rollercoaster before, and he was worried that it might end up bad or worse.

As he clutched his phone to his chest, he felt someone touch his shoulder, and he turned around to see Lucy.

"Hi.", she said meekly.

"Lucy?", he asked, "What're you doing here? I thought your house was the other way."

"I wanted to tell you something."

Nicky stopped walking and faced Lucy, listening intently to what she was about to say.

"I'm nervous too."

Nicky's eyes widened, "What? What do you mean?"

"Nicky, I can tell you're nervous about the ride, and so am I. I want to ride it with all of you guys, and I want to cherish that moment forever, but I'm also scared.", she said. "I've never been on a rollercoaster before, and I'm scared that something might go wrong and I might end up hurt."

As she spoke, Nicky felt his heart ache. Just like him, Lucy had never been on a rollercoaster, and she was also scared of what would happen on their first ride on one.

He gently took Lucy's hand, "Lucy, I know that this'll be scary. You're scared, you're nervous, and that's okay. You don't have to go on the ride if you don't want to."

"But I do want to.", said Lucy, "I want to have the best day ever with you guys at the amusement park on the new coaster, and I wish I wasn't so scared. It hasn't even come out yet, and here I am being a baby."

Nicky looked down at his shoes, "Well you're a cute baby."

Lucy's eyes widened and she looked at Nicky, and Nicky felt his face heat up.

He shook his head and brought them back to a forgotten topic. "Look, if you want to ride the new coaster, then that's totally fine. What I want you to know is that it's okay to be nervous, and we still have a lot of time left before it comes out, so you'll have plenty of time to prepare."

Lucy smiled, "You're right.", she said. She wrapped her arms around Nicky, trapping him in a big hug, "Would you sit next to me, or at least behind me?"

Nicky wrapped her arms around the little girl, smiling warmly, "Of course, Lucy."

The girl slowly pulled away and walked all the way back to her house, and Nicky walked home, not feeling so nervous anymore.

As soon as this ride came out, he was going to have the best time of his life, and he'd make it a memory that him and all of his friends would cherish for the rest of their lives.

[thefundiemuseum]

I Read the Anderson "Love Story" So You Don't Have To

I've been vaguely aware of the Andersons for a while, but I don't know them nearly as well the other fundies on this blog. As we learn more and more about what's going on in that home--and as the Andersons try to cover their digital tracks--I thought I'd try to document the shitshow as best as I can.

To start, I went through the story of how a 19-year-old fundamentalist missionary and a 21-year-old German college student got together.

Steven Lee Anderson (July 24, 1981) has his own Wikipedia page. He is the founder of the NIFB movement and pastor of Faithful Word Baptist Church in Tempe. You've probably heard of him as "that guy who prayed for Obama to die and is banned from a dozen countries."

Zsuzsanna (Toth) Anderson (1979) is a former German-Hungarian citizen who was raised culturally Catholic. Steve was in Munich "soul-winning" when he met her.

October 4, 1999. Steven hands Zsu a Gospel tract. They start talking about the Gospel and what it means. Zsu seems interested, and says:

"Well, none of this will do me any good if I am late for work." I [Steven] then asked her for her phone number and email address so that I could do a little "follow-up"! (Anyone who knows me knows that I am not big on "follow-up," but I made an exception for her…)

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Side Note: Not being "big on follow-up" is a bizarre thing for a missionary to say. Theoretically, the follow-up is the most important part--it's where people ask questions, dig deeper, and you build a relationship. It's pretty telling that Steven wants none of that.

They meet up a few more times during that week (he calls her and asks her out, and Zsu ghosts him, which he says "was probably for the best because that church was pretty lame"). On Wednesday, October 6, Steven has "a premonition that I might marry her," but he reflects that it's kind of ridiculous because he barely knows her.

Steven returns home to America in late October. He and Zsuzsanna start exchanging emails. He invites her to his (parents') home in California when she says she wants to visit the US, on the condition that she attend church 3 times a week with his family.

Steven recounts that he did not ask his parents for permission, which leads to this exchange:

I started by mentioning it to my dad (while he was busy and not paying attention, of course) in a hypothetical way. "You know, dad, it's really hard for me to practice my German without having anyone to speak it with. Wouldn't it be great if instead of having to go all the way to Germany, I had someone here to practice with? Maybe a traveling student or one of my friends that I met in Germany. Maybe one could even stay at our house for a little while and sleep in the guest room. Then I could practice every day. That would be cool, huh?" Next I went through the exact same hypothetical conversation with mom (also when she was preoccupied and not paying close attention). Then a week or two later when they were both together I said to them, "Now you remember about the girl from Germany who is coming to visit in a few weeks, right?" "What? What are you talking about?" "Remember, mom and dad? We talked about this! This is a friend from Germany to help me practice my German! You don't remember me telling you about it?" "Well, I do remember something about that…" "Yeah, exactly! Well she's coming on July 28 and staying in the guest room. Isn't that okay with you guys? I thought it would be fine."

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I bring up this conversation because it gives us a look at what young Steven was like: smart, savvy, manipulative.

July 28, 2000. Zsuzsanna flies into California to meet Steven. He spends all of the money he has saved up from his job at a pizza parlor taking her sightseeing.

July 29, 2000. They go to Marine World for the day. While in a Rite Aid stocking up on snacks, Steven advocates for parents spanking their children (a totally normal topic of conversation to have with a friend while practicing your languages).

July 30, 2000. It's Sunday, which means attending 2 church services. Zsuzsanna is fairly receptive to the whole thing. They go stargazing that night, and Steven deliberately scares her with stories of bears and mountain lions. Zsu turns the tables on him by pretending to be hysterical because "she liked listening to me pleading with her that everything was okay." Back at the Anderson house, Zsuzsanna prays a prayer of salvation.

July 31, 2000. Zsu tells Steven that she is saved. He is over the moon in part because it means he can have feelings for her.

August 4, 2000. Steven and Zsu go camping with his sister and her family. (Don't worry, they're in separate beds and well chaperoned by his sister and BIL.)

August 5, 2000. Steven teaches Zsu how to drive his BIL's motorboat. She panics, and he has to save the day. He accuses her of faking being scared "to be cute." They later have their first fight over the topic of "homos" and the fact that Steven thinks the government should issue the death penalty to gay people.

"She was just emotional because she considered me to be a nice guy and could not believe that I would condone of such a 'violent' measure." source

August 6, 2000. The couple starts talking about marriage.

August 10, 2000. The marriage discussion goes from "in a year or two after Zsu finishes school" to "next summer" to "after next semester." Note: because I'm getting this info from Steven's blog, I don't know how much of this expedited timeline is his idea and how much of it is hers. I hesitate to assume that he is intentionally pressuring her, but from what we know of him in hindsight. . . Well, it's a bad look.

August 12, 2000. Steven and Zsu reason that if they know they will be married in about five months (after she completes her next semester of school in Germany), why not get married now? They drive to Reno only to discover the chapel is closed because Reno is not the same as Las Vegas and does not have 24/7 marriage services.

August 13, 2000. Another Sunday, another sermon. Steven hears the sermon on "Childhood and Youth are Vanity" and takes it as confirmation that he and Zsu should get married today because they are not children. source

Tangent: The sermon is on Ecclesiastes 11. Listen. I was once a horny 20-year-old Baptist desperate to get married. I know what it is like to interpret every piece of Scripture or sermon as confirmation of my desire to marry. I remember that fervor. So I say this as someone who has not only spent a lot of her life reading and interpreting Scripture and poetry, but as someone who has been there: this is a WILD take on Ecclesiastes 11.

I do not know what Steven's pastor preached about this passage. I do not know his exegesis or commentary. All I know is that Steven heard a pastor say that "childhood and youth are vanity," and Steven's response was "good thing I'm not a child (19); my desires are therefore not vanity."

ANYWAY. The couple drives back to Reno, gets married, and does not tell anyone.

I wouldn't normally comment on this except that Steven himself has publicly written about it on his blog, and this ends up raising more questions for me, so. . .

In the ~24 hours between their Reno wedding and Zsu's flight home, they consummate their marriage "repeatedly." (He reflects on the fact that they did not use birth control, but not out of any moral objection at the time, and admits that it would have been very difficult if Zsu had gotten pregnant then.)

They were staying at his parents' house in separate rooms. They were keeping their marriage a secret. And yet. . . "repeatedly."

I mean. I guess it makes sense. The point of getting married for them is, largely, about sex. They're young and feeling all these intense feelings, and they believe the only way to alleviate this tension is reserved for married couples. If they had 24 hours to be married in the same country, I guess it makes sense that they'd find a way to make it happen.

August 14, 2000. Zsuzsanna Toth-Anderson flies back to Germany. Steven starts planning how to move out, earn money, and break the news to his parents.

Late August. Steven tells his brother about the secret wedding, and moves in to their spare room. He gets a job installing home alarm systems and even finds an apartment that he can afford.

August 30, 2000. Steven's plan to tell his parents about the wedding only after he and Szu are together again with his new apartment and job fails when Susan Anderson sees a piece of mail addressed to Zsuzsanna Toth-Anderson and opens it. They take the news surprisingly well, all things considered.

September 2, 2000. Zsuzsanna returns to the US, having dropped out of school and quit her job.

September 6, 2000. Zsu and Steven move into their apartment, officially independent from his parents.

It is crazy to read how, in the span of less than 12 months, Zsuzsanna went from college student with a job to housewife in a foreign country with no connections outside of the Anderson family. There is a horror story here, the severed connections, the expedited timeline of their relationship, the pressure. It's bizarre and unsettling.

I've been trying to find Zsuzsanna's reflections on their relationship, maybe on an archived blog post, but so far I've got nothing. She sums up their relationship to a BBC writer "We dated for two weeks, eloped on the last day of my vacation in the United States."

It's all a bit sad, you know?

(This is not to downplay any of Zsuzsanna's behavior, her abuse toward her children, or her reprehensible teachings--we're in The Nuance Zone here. Zsu can be a victim and a perpetrator at the same time.)

Anyway. My theoretical plan to do a deep dive on the Andersons keeps getting slowed down by how sad the whole thing makes me.

[xaviermattthews]

something in the orange tells me you're never comin' home.

location: x and van's home, aurora bay drive.

when: july 13th 2024, early morning.

triggers warnings: death, parental death.

With sixteen track names scribbled across ever-shuffling flashcards, X pours over the running order he's settled on in his ninth attempt that morning to finalise Submergence's next album's tracklist. He plays a snippet of each song in his mind, listening to how he thinks it might flow before he actually puts them together in that order for a full listen.

By the time he gets to eight, he's already decided it's bloated, the sharpie in his hand drawing two large x's through what would have been nine and eleven so he could cull it down to a 14 track run.

The finish line was within reaching distance and he could feel the frustration and the apprehension that went with it right down to his bones which was why he found himself grateful for the solitude his girlfriend had granted him by taking their energetic border collie with her on her run. Nothing he decided on would be finalised without Van's input as well as their other bandmates, but if it was going to be an argument then he wanted to be certain he believed in what he wanted first.

There were few people who had been granted the digital permission to bypass his Do Not Disturb feature, one being Van herself and another being his drummer and friend. It's the third time in a fifteen minute that the name BOWIE SHORE flashes on his screen and the man knew him well enough to not ring more than twice unless it was vital because he ignored his phone for a good reason.

He picks up and answers on the fifth ring, greeting his friend in a clipped tone.

"You keep blowing up my fucking phone Bow and there won't be an album for this rollout, you get that, yeah? What?"

"Have you not been online at all?"

"No, whatever it is, I don't have the time." X informs him, assuming what must have been stressing him out was another old resurfaced interview or an article musing on whether or not they had lost their way after he had gotten sober. He's read it all in every font.

"X, can you just check your texts, please? I'm sending you a link. Look man, I don't know if it's real or not and I really hope it isn't but it's not the only place I'm seeing it."

There's a furrow in his eyebrows then as he switches the phone to loudspeaker, swiping up to his messages that were in the triple digits of unread -- nothing new there -- and clicked on the text thread under Bowie's name.

"Alright, hold on."

He can see his name in the preview, his eyes rolling instantly at the source being TMZ. He clicks it, a pop-up version of the article opening for him. The last face he had expected to see was that of his father's, someone he hasn't seen in person in over a decade now.

The sight alone causes a twist in his stomach that only worsens as he reads the headline and the words in print that follow it.

Panic creeps through him as his eyes scan over the syllables, all that he could manage to combat it with was a stronger sense of denial that leaves his mouth in an overly-sure scoff.

"This is bullshit, Bowie. You know TMZ ran a story saying I died. Twice. My dad's not fucking dead, he lives by too strict a daily itinerary for that. Doesn't fit into the schedule. You really need to not believe everything you read online."

In the back of his mind, he knows one of those misprints made sense given it had hit the press immediately after his near-fatal overdose, but the one that had proceeded it was false intel taken as fact.

That's what this was -- he's certain.

( It had to be. )

"X, I think you should call your m--"

The beep of another incoming call distracts him from his bandmates voice, his band manager Dalton the contact that flashed up. He always found Van more levelheaded than X to deal with and she was his first port of call for band related business.

He declines the call and cuts off Bowie's in process, ignoring the way he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. He clicks through his contacts and scrolls to his sister's, holding the phone back against his ear as he listens to the dial tone.

It rings and rings and rings, each one inching him closer to what feels like an anxiety attack. His free hand is balled into a fist, the side of it tapping lightly against his own chest as he paces around the room.

When it goes to voicemail, he reminds himself she's twenty-six.

No twenty-six year old answered the phone this early on a Saturday, that was all.

There's only one other Matthews in his contact list who had made it through every phone and number change of his, carrying over the digits to each device despite the fact that he hasn't used them in years.

( Darren Matthews was the kind of man who never changed his number -- ever reliable in the way his son wasn't. )

He hadn't called it no matter how dark things had gotten because he knew he would answer despite their harsh parting words and he's never been ready for that conversation.

He's not ready for it then either, but no matter what he has to say to him, he knows hearing his voice was the only thing that would quell the swirl of emotions within him that are starting to make him sick.

There's the same dial tone as before, ringing and ringing, the floor beneath him feeling shakier and shakier as it did. He thinks he's actually about to be sick when the call clicks to signal it had been picked up, the relief that flooded him felt like a tsunami -- just like his new album's title.

"Hey, it's me. X. M'sorry for calling, this is going to sound so fucking weird but there was this dumb article that--"

He's cut off by a voice on the other end interrupting him, softer than the one he expected, shakier than he had ever heard her.

"Xavier, Xavier, darlin'."

He would know his mother's voice anywhere, the warmth of it having an opposing effect on him in that moment, turning the blood in his veins to what felt like ice.

"Why do you have my dad's phone, mom?" X asks, sounding and feeling like the thirteen year-old he had been the last time he had seen them in a room together as a couple, before the foundation of his life had shattered with a divorce and splintered into two houses, two families and one X who didn't know where he was supposed to fit into it all.

What Addie says next he can only pick up in disjointed snippets, the ringing in his ears louder than her sob-wracked words.

He hears his name again and an it's your daddy, he's gone, I'm so sorry. There's an apology that follows but it's too frantic for him to catch all of it -- she was going to call, someone was meant to call, she thought someone called.

He's not aware that he's crying until his hand reaches up to his face and he finds a steady stream of tears streaking his cheeks. It stings when he blinks and he can't find anything to say to comfort his mother, the silence on his end nothing new to his immediate family, it was the only thing he did consistently for them.

He can still hear her wails as another voice speaks down the line, one that sounded so close to what he could remember of his father's that he's almost fooled again into thinking TMZ had been wrong.

It's only when he registers the words does he realise that it couldn't be Darren, it had to be Ernest, his uncle and his father's brother who spoke in the same cadence as the late man but used words X knew he would never have said to him if he was alive.

"Y'need to come home, Xavier. You need to come home."

[tinyinvadr]

Alright, here it is! I wrote a little flashback one-shot about Flint’s first week at Whispering Rock. I’ll probably start working on the Rhombus of Ruin fic soon, but I just wanted to write this little piece since I love the dynamic he has with Sasha and Milla so so much.

Flint’s First Week

“Alright… Thank you… Please get back to me if you find anything.”

I had spent about a half hour making phone call after phone call, trying to get in contact with Flint’s parents. With how tight-knit the psychic community is, I was sure someone had to know him or his family, but it was strange. It was like they didn’t exist.

Though, the boy was an unusual case in general. I wouldn’t have even known he was at camp if he hadn’t snuck into my levitation class. I tried to calmly ask him who he was and where he came from, but he panicked and ran off.

It had been two days since he first started showing up in my class, and Sasha and Morceau had also seen him in their minds, behaving in a similar fashion. He was very skittish, didn’t speak much, and would run away if any of us approached him directly. The only pieces of information any of us were able to get from him was his name, and the fact that he used invisibility to hide himself in the physical world for some reason.

Yet, he was stubborn. He was clearly intimidated by us, and seemed to hold a lot of guilt for coming here without his parents knowing. Still, he continued to sneak into every class, trying to learn everything he possibly could while avoiding our questioning.

Even though his resilience was impressive, he couldn’t stay at Whispering Rock without his parents’ permission. I would either need to get a confirmation from them that he could stay, or get them to come pick him up.

Neither of those options would be possible if I couldn’t reach them at all.

It was getting late, so I had to put my search on hold for a while to round up the children and get them into their cabins for the night.

Sasha and I split up this task, him taking care of the boys while I handled the girls. It could be a bit of a challenge, especially the first couple nights. The kids would either be too excited to sleep, or some would be nervous and homesick. But that’s all in a day’s work for a Psychonaut. Helping people manage their emotions is one of the most important things we do.

I went through my list, and all of the girls were accounted for except for Lili. Thankfully, she wasn’t too far. I found her near a patch of flowers, trying to communicate with them.

“Darling, it’s time for bed. You can practice your herbaphony more in the morning.”

She sighed, standing up and glaring at the flowers.

“I just don’t get why it’s taking so long. My dad said he started talking to plants at my age, so why can’t I?”

“We all learn at a different pace, Lili. I’m sure you’ll get it, but it takes time. Now, get some rest, clear your head, and you can try again tomorrow.”

Lili pouted, begrudgingly following me to the cabin. She truly was her father’s daughter. Always wanting to learn something new.

Once all of the children were in bed, I went over to the boys’ cabin to check on Sasha. I found him sitting on the front steps, a forlorn look on his face as he took a drag on a cigarette.

“Something on your mind, darling?”

He sighed, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“I’m… not sure how to talk about this.”

I sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and smiling.

“Sasha, you know you can tell me anything. We’re partners, after all.”

He blushed, giving me a confused look for a second, only to quickly regain his composure.

“It’s about Flint…”

“Have you gotten in contact with his parents?”

“No, and I’m not sure we can. He’s… He’s not like us, Milla.”

“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

Sasha paused, trying to figure out how to put it into words. I waited patiently for him to speak, but the period of silence felt way longer than it actually was.

“He’s a borrower.”

That… explained a lot, actually.

Borrowers are common knowledge among psychics, given that we can read minds. It’s a bit of an unspoken rule in the PSI community to leave them alone if you come across them. They aren’t in a place where they feel comfortable interacting with humans, and until they are, the best thing we can do is respect their privacy and boundaries.

But this was a unique case. Flint was a child. A psychic child. A psychic child who was alone, away from his family, and clearly scared. Exceptions had been made before for this exact situation.

“Where is he? We have to find him before he gets hurt!”

“He’s been staying in my lab, but we can’t intervene.”

“Sasha, he’s a child, we have to!”

“No… No, we can’t. Milla, if he finds out that we know about him, he’ll run.”

He did have a point. Flint kept running away even in the mental world. But he also kept coming back. He was determined to learn, even though he was afraid.

“But it seems like he wants to stay here. Maybe if we calmly explain that we aren’t going to hurt him, he’ll stick around to talk things out.”

Sasha sighed.

“We can’t take that risk. I’m not sure how he got here, but he likely stowed away with one of the campers. If he runs, he has no way of getting home. He’ll be alone, at the mercy of nature itself, not to mention the psitanium-affected wildlife.”

“But we have to do something. Does he know how to survive on his own? Can’t we at least leave resources out for him?”

“I suppose there’s no harm in that, but we’ll have to be subtle about it. There’s no telling how he’d react if he found out.”

I didn’t like keeping this a secret. Flint clearly wanted to make a name for himself as a psychic, otherwise he wouldn’t have bothered coming to Whispering Rock. But if he wanted that to happen, he would have to tell us the truth eventually.

I was worried that the longer we kept pretending we didn’t know his secret, the more upset he would feel when the truth got out.

“We can’t do this forever. He’s going to find out at some point. I agree that we shouldn’t confront him directly, and he should tell us on his own terms when he’s ready, but until then, we need to do everything in our power to make sure he knows that he’s safe and welcome here. Otherwise… he could end up running off regardless.”

Sasha nodded, taking another long drag as he was lost in thought.

“Then that’s our best course of action. Help him from a distance, and offer whatever guidance he seeks when he drops into our classes.”

“In that case, we should probably tell Ford and Morceau.”

He winced at the mention of the coach’s name.

“Do we HAVE to tell Morry? You know how he is…”

He adorably pouted in protest, as if that would do anything other than make me wanna kiss him.

“He’s… eccentric, sure. But he’s a professional, darling. He would never harm a student.”

With that in mind, we arranged a meeting in Ford’s sanctuary, and we all agreed to help Flint however we could, whether it was leaving out resources for him, or taking the time to help him adjust in the mental world.

The next day, when he appeared in my levitation class again, he cautiously approached me.

“Um… Agent Vodello? Can I… stay after class and do a one-on-one lesson? I don’t really like having the other kids watch me.”

That was probably the most he’d spoken to me since he arrived, so that was a good sign.

“Of course, darling! I know it can be hard to adjust in a new place with new people, so if you think this will help you get more comfortable here, then we can give it a try!”

“Thank you. Also… I’m sorry I keep running away. This is all so new to me, and I just don’t wanna mess up.”

I smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. His eyes widened in disbelief. This must have been strange for him. Even though his projection was in human form in the mental world, he was still very aware that he was a borrower, and this kind of interaction could never happen in the physical world.

“Messing up is how we learn, Flint. It can be scary, but you have to keep trying. Figure out what works and what doesn’t, and move forward from there.”

He nodded, smiling for the first time since I met him.

“You’re right. I’ll keep trying. And one day… I’ll be a Psychonaut!”

“I’m sure you will. But you’ve still got some growing to do.”

He chuckled.

“You have no idea.”

I had to stifle a laugh. It was clear he was feeling better if he was already joking about his situation. Of course, I couldn’t let him know I got the joke.

For the rest of that first week, the other counselors and I met up every night after the campers went to sleep to discuss Flint’s progress.

Our efforts to guide and encourage him were proving effective, and he was already starting to show a lot of potential. Small as he was, he had a powerful mind. Even Morceau seemed impressed with him, which was rare for him to admit.

At the end of the week, I went with Sasha to his lab after our nightly meeting, since he had been working on something and he wanted to show me. When we got there, we were met with the sight of Flint, fast asleep on the workbench.

I had to do a double take. I knew he was tiny, but this was my first time seeing him in person.

Sasha slowly approached the workbench, looking concerned.

“What is he doing out here?” He whispered.

I walked over to stand beside Sasha, and then, I noticed that Flint had fallen asleep on an opened issue of True Psychic Tales. Specifically, it was one about the two of us.

“I think he was just doing some late night reading. Maybe he wanted to get to know us better?”

“Well, he’s not gonna accomplish much from reading that. They’re heavily exaggerated.”

“Aww, let him have fun, darling. He deserves it.”

Flint seemed to be at ease, considering how sound asleep he was. I was worried he would hear us and wake up, but that wasn’t an issue. Still, I couldn’t imagine it was very comfortable sleeping on a comic book.

Sasha thought the same, and used his Telekinesis to move Flint into his bed, which he had made out of a matchbox and pieces of cloth. We could only hope he wouldn’t notice we moved him when he woke up, but he had to have been so tired that it would be easy for him to believe that he simply didn’t remember going to bed.

“How long do you think it will be until he fully trusts us?”

“It’s hard to say. But we’ll just have to be here for him until then. However long it takes.”

[nowandajenn]

Blue Christmas- chapter 6 (denial)

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Kelly

Summary: After almost three years of marriage, everyone would tell you that Chris and his wife Kelly are the most stable, solid couple they know. But behind closed doors, things are tense as they keep trying for a baby, to no avail. When a secret threatens to shake their solid marriage to it’s core, will they be able to pick up the pieces?

Warnings: language, angst, shitty moms, family drama.

Author’s Note: I do not consent to have my content, whether it be this story or anything else of my creation, posted by a third party on any other platform other than right here without my permission. This blog is 18+ and is not intended for minors. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Heed the warnings.

December 24th

I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. 

The same thought runs through my head like a conga line as I stand in the bathroom of Connor’s house, finishing up my makeup. 

“Hey, you almost ready?” 

I jump at the sound of Connor’s voice and his sudden appearance behind me in the mirror and almost stab myself in the eyeball with my eyeliner pencil. 

“How pissed do you think they’d be if I just didn’t show up?” I ask him rhetorically, already knowing the answer. 

“Well, dad would be disappointed but he’d understand, and mom would probably come and hunt you down and never let you hear the end of it.”

“I could just never answer her calls again.” I shrug. 

As we stand in front of my parents’ front door, I run through a list in my head of things that I’d rather be doing than getting ready to face my parents. Or more specifically, my mother. 

Get stung by a jellyfish. Having to walk through a room full of Legos barefoot. Pulling my own fingernails out one by one. Okay, maybe I went too far with that one. 

“You ready?” Connor asks. 

“No.” I deadpan. 

Before we can stop her, Olivia reaches up and rings the doorbell. 

I heave out a sigh of relief when it’s my dad that answers the door, knowing that at least I’m not going to be insulted before I even step foot inside the house. 

We get ushered inside the house take off our coats before my dad wraps me in a hug. 

“Where’s Chris?” he asks. 

“He’s over at his dad’s house. You only get me tonight.” I say with a small smile. 

“I guess we’ll have to make do.” he huffs out dramatically. 

I make my way into the kitchen and my sister Colleen immediately hands me a glass of red wine. 

“Here, you might need this.” she tells me. I roll my eyes, knowing that there’s no other choice than to nut up and face the music. 

“Hey mom.”

My mom turns from the stove, her face completely devoid of any emotion. 

“I didn’t even know if you were coming tonight, since you haven’t returned any of my phone calls or anything.”

“I’m sorry. I should have called you back. Things have been a little…..” my emotions start to bubble up in my throat, threatening to choke me. “Things have been busy. I’ve been swamped with work and getting last minute things done for Christmas. I wasn’t actively trying to ignore you.” I tell her. 

“Why did you come with Connor and Olivia? Where’s Chris?” 

Here we go. 

“He’s at his dad’s house.” 

“Why didn’t you go with him?” 

“Because I knew I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t show up here tonight. Chris will get let off the hook, though, right?” It takes everything in me not to roll my eyes. 

“Chris is a busy man. He has an excuse.” 

We’re all sitting around the living room opening presents when the doorbell rings. Since I’m closest to the door, I get up to answer it and nearly have a small stroke when I open the door. 

“Hey.” Chris says, standing on my parents’ porch with his hands stuffed in his pockets. 

I can only stand there and blink owlishly at him as my brain tries, and fails, to come up with something intelligent to say. 

I look over my shoulder into the house to see that everyone is thankfully not paying attention, and pull the front door closed behind me. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my breath puffing up in clouds in front of my face. 

“Listen, I know what you’re thinking, but listen to me. I know your parents don’t know about what’s going on with us, and I know that if they think something is wrong, they’re going to be all over you.” Chris tells me. 

I wrap my arms around myself and swallow hard. 

I hate that he’s right. 

“Can we just pretend that everything is okay? Just for tonight? We get through dinner with your parents and get you off the hook, and then, we can….” he trails off. 

Before I can either agree or tell him to get the fuck off the porch, the door opens and my dad steps out. 

“Chris! Hey, we thought you weren’t going to be able to make it!” my dad says, pulling him in for one of those man hug things. 

“Not a chance. Finished up early so I headed right over. Sorry I’m late.” 

My dad eyes me disapprovingly. “Get in the house before you catch pneumonia.”

Halfway through dinner, things are going about as well as can be expected, but I’m still ready for this night to just be over. Between Chris sitting next to me and having to act like we’re still the Chris and Kelly we used to be, the 13 passive aggressive digs my mom has thrown at me over the course of the evening, and the headache trying to hatch in my brain, I’m ready for this night to be over. 

“How are things going at the studio, sweetheart?” my dad asks me. 

“They’re fine. It’s always busy this time of year.” I tell him, pushing the food around on my plate.

“It must not be that busy if you can afford to be closed during the middle of the holiday season.” my mom sniffs. 

“Brenda-” my dad warns. 

“Mom, just let it go, okay? I needed a break. Things were a little hectic and I was getting burnt out. I needed some time off, and so did my staff.” I tell her. 

I reach for the bottle of wine to refill my glass, and my mom snatches it from my hand. 

“You’ve had enough. You’ve been drinking like a lush tonight, and I know you’re smoking again. I can smell it on you. You treat your body like shit; no wonder you can’t get pregnant.” 

The sound of several sets of silverware clattering against the fine China that’s only brought out for Christmas is deafening. 

My face burns with embarrassment and my heart lodges itself somewhere in the vicinity of my throat. Hot, angry tears spring to my eyes, and it takes me a minute before I can even move. 

Without a word, I push my chair back and stand up on shaky legs and leave the table and everyone hears the front door slam less than a minute later. 

When his brain can fully process what just happened, Chris gets up and runs out the door after me, just in time to hear 

When Chris comes outside, I’m leaning against the passenger side door of his car, trying and failing to light a cigarette through my sobs. 

“Hey, hey, stop. Come here. Give me that.” he says, taking the lighter from me. He flicks it once and holds the flame steady so I can light the cigarette and I take a deep drag in. He lights his own and leans against the car next to me. 

“I stopped being surprised by anything she said a long time ago, you know. I stopped being shocked when she would make shitty comments about my weight or my clothes or anything I did. She’s always been like that with me. Nothing was ever good enough. I was never going to be as good as Colleen or Connor because I was the mistake. I was the baby she never wanted. I never tried to let it bother me or let it get to me, but….” I sob quietly and sniffle in the cold air. “Man, she just fucking sucker punched me right in the face. I never should have even told her about it; about how I was having trouble getting pregnant……I should have known…….” my words trail off as more sobs shake my body. 

“Come here.” Chris whispers. He pulls me against his chest and wraps his arms around me and I hold onto him as tight as I can. 

“I’m so sorry.” he whispers against my hair. Over the sound of the wind blowing, I can hear raised voices inside and can only imagine what’s going on in there. And to think it had been a pretty decent night up until that point. 

“Will you take me home? I just….I don’t want to go back to Connor’s. I can’t be around any of them right now. I just want to go home and see Dodger and drink some more.” 

“Okay. Whatever you want.” 

[phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings]

I’m Proud of You

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans-Potter

Pairings: James Potter/Lily Evans, Parent!James/Parent!Lily & GN!Reader

Summary: Someone connected to your ex contacts you and it triggers some bad emotions, but thankfully your parents called at the right time and came to help you through it.

Reader is gender neutral and Ex is referred to using she/her pronouns

Notes: My account is anti-JKR and is a safe space for all.

Harry could be in this universe but I didn’t write him in. It’s open for interpretation.

Warnings: mentioned past abusive relationship

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Cross posted on my AO3 as simplyreflected

You loved your parents: James and Lily Potter and loved spending time with them. This time however, you went there to get away from your problems and to get help from them. Earlier in the day, you got what would’ve seemed like a normal text to anyone else:

Hey, what’s going on?

However, it was from someone who was connected to your ex. Someone who when the breakup happened, didn’t check on you, even though you tried to reach out.

Because of this, it made your insecurities and feelings of worthlessness come back. You spent the rest of that day crying, when you got a call from your dad, “Hi sweetie!”

You sniffled and used a quieter voice than you normally would, your voice breaking, “hi daddy. How are you and mum?”

“We’re good,” he responded a little quieter to match your tone. “Are you ok? You sound like you’ve been crying. Do you want us to come over?”

“I…I’m not alright. I got a message before from someone and it just triggered me.”

“Sweetie, I’m coming to get you. Pack a bag, you can spend the weekend with us until you feel better.”

“Alright. See you soon.”

“You can talk to us when you’re here. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

“Love you too, dad.” With that being said, you hung up the phone and got a bag. You were still crying, but at least you had something to try to focus on.

By the time you had finished packing what you would need, your dad arrived and knocked on the door.

When you opened the door, there stood James Potter, your dad, the man you could always trust to make you feel better.

You smiled and launched yourself into his arms, even though you saw and talked to him frequently; you just felt like you needed one of his hugs right now.

Now, you were in your parents house, and you explained the whole situation, that the person who contacted you was someone connected to your abusive and manipulative ex. It brought up all the bad feelings you had when you broke up with them. You explained that they didn’t bother seeing if you were ok at the time even though you did try talking to them.

“I don’t know what to do,” you finished. “It makes me feel like I did after the breakup, just hurt and broken.”

“Sweetheart,” your mother, Lily said. “Come here.”

You got up and moved over to them. They engulfed you in the biggest hug ever, and you could feel all the love they had for you in it.

James kissed the top of your head, “you deserved so much better than her. You deserve the world, someone who’ll treat you with so much love and will never make you question your self worth.”

“You did the right thing, breaking up with her,” Lily pulled back from the hug as she said this, getting you to look her in the eye. “I’m so proud of you for coming as far as you have.”

“We both are. So, so proud, sweetie,” James told you, hugging you a little tighter for an instant. “You should never feel bad or guilty about putting yourself and your mental health first. If you need to, you should cut this person off as well.”

You pulled back and your dad put his hand on your cheek. You smiled as you leaned into his hand. “My beautiful child, you deserve so much.” He kissed your forehead, before pulling you back to him. “What do you want to do today? We could just stay here or we could go flying, and I know your mum wants to do something to surprise you and hopefully make you feel better.”

You pulled away slightly and looked at Lily. “Is that right, mum?”, you asked quietly. “Dad and I can go flying while you set it up. Then we can all just spend time together.

“I’ll set it up,” she told you as she got up. “Go have fun flying with your dad.”

“Thanks, mumma,” you smiled at her before you looked back at James. “Dad, can we fly now?”

“Of course, sweetie,” he responded, as he got up. You followed him and spent the next hour and a half flying with him, before going back to the ground. It was the best you’d felt in ages.

Once on the ground, he took your broom so he could put it away with his, before the two of you walked inside to find a giant fort in the living room.

“What do you think? I finished setting up your surprise for tomorrow, and had a little extra time,” Lily told the two of you. “So instead of bringing you in early, I decided to set this up for us.” She paused. “I even made some food for us too.”

That was how you spent the rest of the day, just spending the day with your parents who reminded you how loved you were and how happy you were without your ex.

You stayed the night in your old room and slept better than you thought you would, but you had guessed it was because you were exhausted after all the fun you and your parents had together. It was also because you didn’t feel as bad anymore, you actually felt happy. You knew that you were loved. Your ex and her friends couldn’t take that away from you.

[caregiverlad]

god, i'm gonna cry. every time i find a good person, it's always taken away from me in some way or another. i think my dad went through my laptop last night without my permission, and i dunno what he saw but earlier he asked me if i was 'talking to anybody i shouldn't be' and now i'm really paranoid. :( -🏳️‍⚧️

oh gosh. i’m so sorry. i’ve been there. do what makes you feel safest. whatever helps you feel less anxious. (i’d suggest getting the app or using a browser on ur phone if u still want to use tumblr.)

[obsessed2fics]

~ Doctor's Plan ~

Agent Stone x (f) reader

Part two {the masterlist}

Warnings: none

Word count: 15.6k

The next morning Stone woke up early as usual. It was Y/N's cat, Sylvester, who woke up at that time and accompanied him. He was standing on the table in the room, stretching.

"Good morning, buddy." Stone said in a low voice. Stone was patting the cat's head a little while he was trying to lick Stone's hand. "You must be hungry. Come on."

He had taken out the food and necessary containers from the cat suitcase that Y/N had prepared. And placed them on the floor by the window. Sylvester immediately began to fill his stomach with sweet murmurs.

Stone didn't go for a routine morning run that morning, he had no other clothes with him, and he slept in his suit last night. That's why he gave permission to himself for once. He sat down one of the chairs by the table. From where he was sitting, he could see Y/N, still sleeping.

"Who knew the doctor would have a daughter..." he muttered to himself. He pulled out his phone and started doing a little research about Y/N on the internet. What he could find was limited, she only used Instagram and she hadn't post in months. After browsing through her photos, he wanted to do a little deeper research, but he stopped himself. 'Maybe she's not secret box like the doctor.' he thought. Yes, there was this possibility, and Stone was set on to give it a shot.

After about two hours, Y/N woke up after her cat licked her face. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she was trying to come back to herself with sleepy eyes. Where was she? Ah, yes! Staying in the same hotel room in Montana, with an agent, whose first name she didn't even know was. Also, that agent was working for her father. Perfect.

She took the cat off her and sat up on the bed. Stone wasn't around, but his jacket and phone were on his bed. She had gotten up reflexively to feed her cat, as she did every morning, but she saw that the job had already been taken care of. The thought of starving Sylvester, by this hour, disappeared with the guilt that came with it.

"Good morning!"  Stone entered the room. He was carrying a tray with two cups of coffee and muffins.

"Morning."

Y/N went to wash her hands and face quickly and went back to the room. Stone was sitting with Sylvester on his lap, sipping his coffee. Her cat -who doesn't go to anyone and doesn't like strangers- seemed to like the man he had met just last night. Although this situation didn't bother Y/N much, but yet, she didn't want her cat to snuggle with him at that moment. As soon as she sat down in one of the empty chairs, she patted on her knees twice and summoned her cat. The cat, which had received the signal, had passed into his owner's lap without waiting for a moment.

"You have questions. Come on, ask." said Y/N after a long silence.

"Where did you get that idea from?" Stone asked, raising an eyebrow at her. He then took a sip of his coffee and placed the cup back on the table.

"I maybe not a genius, which I am, I know you have questions you wanna ask." replied Y/N.

By then, Stone was nearly choking on coffee. He swallowed hard and spoke, still holding the cup in his hand. "Wait, are you a genius too?"

"Um, even though I'm not lunatic like my dad... yes." she said, tilting her head to the side for a moment, looked at him and added. "Don't tell anyone."

Stone's surprise was short-lived. After all, he knew that the doctor's grandfather was a genius too, and it wasn't much of a surprise that his daughter as well.

At the time, Y/N felt extremely awkward for using the word 'dad ' when mentioning Robotnik for the first time. She repeated her previous sentence as she ran her finger over the rim of the cup.

"Come on, ask."

"Uh... Why haven't you communicated with each other until now? Didn't you want to?" asked Stone. His tone was so soft that Sylvester began to purr in comfort.

"I wanted, he didn't." she said with a rueful smile. "My mom and he were together in college, it was a one night stand but voilà !" she said, pointing to herself.

Stone looked at her with understanding and soft eyes, and she felt compelled to continue. There was something about the man in front of her that comforted her and made her want to pour out her heart, and she didn't know why. She lowered her head again and began to play with her cat's fur.

"When I was 10 years old, when my mom told me about him, I started writing letters to him and I was pressuring my mom to send those letters to him. But she didn't send any of them. When I turned 18, I wanted to contact him personally, I went to the address he was at that time and I introduced myself. The child inside me was burning with the excitement of the possibility of meeting her father. But do you know what he did? Didn't even look at me, he told me through his assistant at the time, that he didn't want to see me and that I shouldn't try to contact with him again." she said, paused for a while and continued again.

"Years after that, when my mother passed away, money started coming in from somewhere. I was curious and researched, then I found out that the money was from him. I didn't try to find him again, nor tried to speak again, I didn't say a word, didn't question him, and quietly began to accept the money he had sent. Because I was a senior in college and I needed money so bad."

She took the last sip of her coffee and turned to Stone, the rueful smile she was trying to hide. "Since then, the flow of money has continued non-stop every month. And if you hadn't come and found me, I probably would've thought he was dead when the money wasn't flow anymore."

"I'm sorry for you've been through." said Stone. He knew that the doctor was a difficult person and that getting along with him was one of the hardest things in the world. He really felt sorry for Y/N. The way she tried to ignore her feelings and stay strong while she was telling him her story, broke his heart. It was obvious that she still had that little child inside her. And Stone's next task was to protect them both.

"No need, agent. I don't even care, I'm just here for some adrenaline. And for my own safety." she said, winking at him at the last sentence. It wasn't right for her to agree to come with him just for the sake of adventure. Even though she didn't want to admit it, she was waiting for a reunion with her father.

"Well, tell me about yourself. I don't even know your name." Y/N changed the subject.

"I don't think it's necessary. You can just say Stone." Stone replied with a formal smile.

Y/N was looking at him with one eyebrow raised. She was beginning to think that he liked to play the mysterious type. After a few short seconds, she shrugged and lowered the cat in her lap to get up from the chair. "You're right." she replied briefly. "No compulsion."

"No, it's not what I meant. I just got used to being called by my last name." said Stone immediately.

"Ok." said Y/N, and shrugged slightly. She could feel Stone's gaze on her back as she walked over to her suitcases and picked clean clothes for herself. Ignoring his gaze, she went into the bathroom to change, along with the items she had chosen, and locked the door behind her.

"I forgot to mention, I only got one night off for Sylvester. They don't accept any pets at the hotel." Stone informed when Y/N came back to room again.

Y/N's brows furrowed. What the hell does it mean? "That's bullshit! I can't throw my baby out!" Y/N replied angrily.

"I know, I know. That's why I reschedule everything to leave by noon at least."

"Ugh! Alright…" she said, snorting. She threw her car keys at Stone and immediately began to gather her belongings. "You go check out and start the car, agent. I'll take care of the rest."

He nodded, knowing that Y/N wouldn't see it, and left the room. The receptionist, who greeted them last night, was there when he went down to the reception to settle the check out.

"I hope you are contented." said the receptionist with a smile. On the other hand, they was slowly doing their job. Very slowly.

"Yes." Stone dismissed them, but the receptionist seemed determined to continue to talk and bother him.

Stone always gave succinct and pass-through answers to they oppressive and probing questions, by then, Y/N had already come downstairs with suitcases and the cat carrier.

"No time for flirting, agent. Be quick." she said, walking past them and making her way to the exit door. Y/N's voice tone sounded different. Was she annoyed with this situation? Or was it just one of the classic Robotnik whines? Stone couldn't decide.

When he got to the car, Y/N was leaning against the car and waiting, her expression unreadable. "Sorry to keep you waiting." he said.

Y/N was still leaning against the car without saying anything. She was determined not to respond to Stone's attempts to talk to her. At least for a while...

Stone wasted no time putting suitcases in the luggage and getting into the driver's seat, while Y/N preferred to sit in the back seat with her cat. Watching out the window all the way, she seemed to have forgotten why she took a stand on Stone. She had expected Stone to tell his life story or his name to someone he had just met, just like she had done. But now she realized that it was absurd. Seriously, why did she do such a thing?

It didn't matter anyway. The main thing that puzzled her mind for the moment was how she got to this point. And she wanted to know why she was so important to the father she had hated for years.

After their not-so-long road trip, Stone had driven the car to a series of apartments overlooking the park. After a couple of buildings, he stopped and parked in front of one of them. "It's over there. I'll show you the way." he informed, looking at Y/N in the rearview mirror.

Y/N got out of the car, looked around  and the apartment. There was no sound, except for the sound of the wind and the faint sound of cars passing in the distance. It was almost peaceful. When she got to the door of the apartment, she waited for Stone and followed him into it.

When they got into the elevator with the suitcases, she was going to ask where he found this place, but the agent had already begun to explain.

"I rented a flat when the doctor came here to investigate Sonic. Much better than staying in a hotel."

Y/N hummed and nodded vaguely. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, she stopped in front of the only apartment door on the floor.

"Welcome to my home. Uh, excuse me for a second..."

Stone had entered a long code on the panel next to the door and opened. Y/N thought it was one of her father's stuffs.

Once inside, she slowly turned around and surveyed the house. It was a nice house, simple and modern, not much to say. Unlike her own house, the area was tidy. She set Sylvester's carrier on the floor and opened it, the initially uneasy cat emerged after a few minutes and stretched out for a tour of the house.

"Please be comfortable as your own home." said Stone with a friendly smile.

"Oh, you just don't want that." Y/N teased him. As she was about to take off her coat and put it on the arm of the sofa, Stone took it from her hand and hung it on the hanger. "You seem pretty tidy."

Stone shrugged. "Occupational habit." he replied. "Coffee?"

Y/N hesitated for a moment, the coffee she drank at the hotel was mediocre and she didn't want to drink something like that again.

"I promise it won't be like in the hotel." Stone assured her.

"Alright then... No sugar, please."

"Noted." he said with a smile and left Y/N there and went to the kitchen. After a few minutes, he came back with coffees in his hands. It was espresso in two black mugs in front of her. "You can pick what you want."

After a silent second, she choose one of the mugs, then brought it to her lips. "Thanks." she said, first inhaled the scent of the coffee, then took a sip. Her eyes widened in surprise at the taste in her mouth, and she quickly turned her head and looked at Stone. "It's perfect?" she said, sounding like she was asking how he did it.

Stone's smile spread wide on his face at her reaction. "I'm glad you like it."

Y/N closed her eyes and took another sip of her coffee, she could definitely get used to that perfect taste.

"You said you'd show me the original note and the manifesto while on the road." Y/N broke in after a long silence. As she took the last sip of her coffee, she gave Stone a glance, as if waiting for him to remember.

"Oh... Yeah. It's on the computer." he said, and stood up and took a few steps from the living room to the corridor.

Y/N dropped her cup and followed him. When they came to the second door on the left, Sylvester was stretching out on the carpet a little further.

Stone gently opened the door to the room and stepped inside, stepping back for Y/N to enter. At that moment Sylvester sprang to enter the room whose door had opened, and stood at Stone's feet.

"I'm afraid this room is not for you, little one. You should wait outside." he warned the cat gently. Stone leaned towards him and stroked his fur, the cat purred with delight, laying his head in the man's palm. After a few purrs and caresses, Stone left the cat in the hallway and cautiously closed the door.

At that time, Y/N noticed that her lips were slightly curved upward as she watched Stone and Sylvester. She quickly shook her head, removing the smile from her face. As Stone turned towards her, her gaze began to wander around the room.

It was a small room; almost empty except for a bookshelf and a desk with two laptops on it. Her own computers could just as well fit in here. Yes, she had already entered into a plan to establish her own design.

Y/N was staring at the screen over his shoulder as Stone sat in the chair at the head of the table and opened the laptop in front of him. After the passwords entered by the agent, another fingerprint password appeared. Apparently, her father really did not want her existence known.

Y/N muttered a curse in surprise as Stone scanned the ring finger of his right hand into the computer.

"Clever bastard..."

Stone paused for a moment, casting a puzzled and questioning look over his shoulder at Y/N, raising an eyebrow. Why had she cursed at him out of the nowhere?

At that moment, their faces were quite close to each other, but neither of them bothered about it. Y/N seemed to be able to get the taste of the silence and Stone's gaze. She chuckled slightly. "Not you..." she assured him.

Stone was still staring at her in the same position, and Y/N had to make another statement. "Um... My mom hasn't had half of her right ring finger since she was little, and that 'clever bastard ' must've known about it so that's why he scanned that finger."

Stone's questioning gaze suddenly gave way to admirable ones. He had thought why that finger since day one and so that was why. Of course, no one but a Robotnik would know that. Of course...

"Wow..." he said almost in whisper. Then he went back to the computer, opened the Robonik's manifesto and the note and gave her his seat so that Y/N could see the screen more easily.

Y/N didn't say a word and sat down in the chair where Stone had risen, had felt again the strange feeling that came when she was thinking of her father.

She had read the manifesto carefully, and so did the note. She had read it many times, hoping that maybe the child inside her would find another piece of him, but to no avail.

Minutes later, as she closed the computer, she glanced at the agent who was standing quietly beside her. She was sure that she had mixed and helpless emotions on her face because the way Stone's gaze at her had changed; he looked more affectionate and caring.

His footsteps followed her as she silently stood up and made her way towards the door. "I believe the doctor will come back." said Stone.

"I hope he doesn't." Y/N replied to him. Even if her inner child wanted otherwise, she couldn't yearn for someone who abandoned her and refused even to see her.

{Hope you enjoyed! Part three will come as soon as I write. Stay tuned! Love you all!}

[sleuthy-scientist]

Time After Time - Chapter Ten - After all that we've been through, I will make it up to you.

Let me know if you would like more images to go along with the story, cause I've got them. It think having more will add a little something something to the chapters, but let me know what you think about that and the story so far. Also, full fic in order can be found here⬇️

Here's the newest chapter.......

Aaron had never truly understood why Jack stopped asking about Emily. He used to mention her multiple times daily, talking about all the plans he wanted to make with her when they got to go home. And then one day, months after they were deemed free and safe, Jack stopped asking, cold turkey.

Aaron could never quite figure out why, especially after he had been so adamant about seeing her or calling her for so long. He noticed it was also around this time his son became withdrawn. Jack just seemed angry at the world in a way so uncharacteristic of the sweet little boy he raised. At the time, Aaron hadn't wanted to look a gift horse in the mouth, he was just glad not to hear him say her name, knowing he would never forgive himself for hurting her.

And now, he hoped Jack could handle this change, because Aaron needed to make this right. He knew if for some reason Jack couldn't accept Emily and/or Grace in his life, this could become even more of an impossible challenge. He just hoped his son took the news well, that for now one thing went in his favour.

Aaron was glad at least he had been able to somewhat smooth things over with Jessica for the time being. That she was magnanimous, and wasn't treating him in a hostile manner, they both knew he would have been more than justified receiving. Aaron was well aware she was right, he might need to rely on her help as a familiar buffer and support, for this moment he told Jack about Grace.

After his phone with Emily, him and Jessica had a pleasant breakfast/brunch, while they waited for Jack and Dave to return. They had just finished eating, clearing their plates, when the two returned.

It was safe to say Jack had been estatic to see his aunt, and catch up with her. But Jack was wary, they were all acting too cheerful, added to that, Aunt Jess and Uncle Dave kept looking over at his dad as if there was something they were trying to say without his permission. He almost immediately knew he was being left in the dark about something important.

"I know there's something you're all not telling me dad. I'm old enough to understand things, and you promised you weren't going to keep secrets from me anymore. You, Uncle Dave, and Aunt Jess have all been acting strange, and you've been avoiding me since we got here last night."

Aaron knew there was no more stalling he needed to come clean. It was now or never.

"Hey Jack, your right and we need to talk, man to man. Also I invited Jessica over in case you would like to spend some time with her after we talk. I know you missed you aunt, and you might need a safe place and space from me. We need to talk about a sensitive topic, and I need you to hear me out and try not to storm out until we've finished our discussion."

Aaron could see the way Jack was focused on him studying his every move. When he saw the boy cock his eyebrows, he knew he the anticipation was making Jack anxious and he had to just come out and say it. Rip the bandaid off.

He took a deep breath, releasing it in a hurry with his statement. "It's about Emily."

Jack responded immediately, with a malicious uncharacteristic of the boy. "I don't want to talk about her, we are fine without her. I know you think you still love her, but I don't want her in my life. We are fine without her dad, you told me it was over 5 years ago. I know she's why we didn't come back after we were safe. I don't ever want to see that woman again, she's only going to hurt you dad."

Aaron was flabbergasted at the way his son reacted so viscerally. The way Jack avoided saying Emily's name, either out of spite, or an unconscious need for self protection. Neither bode well and made Aaron uneasy about how his son might react to the rest there was to tell.

"Woah Jack, I don't know where this hostility for Emily is coming from, it was my decision to end things with her. Not that we ever explicitly had that conversation about the topic. She never wanted us to break up, she always thought we were coming back after they stopped Mr.Scratch."

Jack was having none of it, sick of his father covering for her, as he had done so frequently over the last 5 years. "No don't that, don't defend her, she moved on with us. She didn't wait for us to come back to go play house with some other guy. I won't let her hurt you again dad. She destroyed you before, you weren't the same after."

Aaron was confused by how adamant and passionate his son was about the words and things he was saying. He wasn't sure where he got it in his head that Emily hadn't wanted them to return. "Jack I'm not sure I follow, I think you might be confused or have things jumbled. What are you talking about buddy."

Jack was exasperated, his patience wearing thin, knowing he couldn't full protect his father and prevent him getting even more heartbroken anymore. "You told me after giving it careful thought and consideration we weren't returning. But, I skyped her, hoping she would listen, and if I reasoned with her, she could talk some sense into you, I wanted to come back. I saw her dad, it was almost a year after we were in the clear."

Jack paused knowing this next revelation was going to hurt his father. "But dad, she had some baby with that guy. We were hiding, scared for our lives and she was off playing house without us. How could she do that to me and you, how could she pretend she loved us and betray you like that dad."

Aaron wanted to laugh and cry, not sure how his son had come to this conclusion. He was talking as if it had been a secret he had been keeping under lock and key for years. And suddenly it was clear, the timing of his son's odd behaviour back then. "Jack, I promise you buddy that's not what happened."

Jack couldn't believe how obtuse and blind his father was about her. "No you don't know dad, you don't need to defend her anymore. You didn't see that British guy kiss her cheek and call her darling, or the baby he was holding call her mama. She cheated on you while we were gone, she didn't wait at all. She obviously moved on right away with her life. I don't ever want to see her again."

Aaron was beyond confused, knowing he had to be talking about his little sister. "Jack buddy what are you talking about? Wait a second you know about Grace?"

Jack was ready to scream and shout at his father's lack of anger and reaction to what he had revealed to him. "I don't know who the hell Grace is. But, when I skyped Emily, that blond guy from her office in England answered her laptop with a baby on his lap. He immediately called for Emily, and she came into the room in her bathrobe like she had just gotten out of the shower. He said darling there is someone who wants to talk to you. And then the baby on his lap started squealing and chanting, excitedly calling Emily mama."

Everyone present could feel the palpable emotion threatening to suffocate the room. None of the adults knew quite how to instantly respond to Jack's revelation.

Jack continued explaining, knowing his dad might be in shock. "I was so fucking angry, I hung up right away and blocked her from ever calling back. I swear I never contacted her again Dad, I absolutely hate her for having the audacity to hurt you and me like that."

Aaron couldn't believe Jack had known about Grace, that he could have said something years ago, giving him a chance to fix things then. But, he knew Jack wasn't to blame, he couldn't have possibly known. Him misunderstanding the situation was understandable consider the circumstances and context at the time.

"You know I don't condone swearing young man, and you don't hate her. Given the confusing situation, I'm willing to let it slide. But, why didn't you tell me that happened buddy. You shouldn't have had to deal with keeping that all bottled up by yourself. I wished you had told me about it then."

Jack was seeing red, he couldn't believe how calm, collected and ridiculous his father's reaction was to finding out Emily had a kid without him. He was ready to storm out in anger when his father put his hand up to stop him.

"Jack, bud I'm not mad you didn't tell me, and I'm not mad at her, it's really not what you think. First of all I'm assuming the blonde British guy you saw is Emily's friend Clyde from Interpol."

Jack couldn't remember his name at the time, but Clyde did sound familiar, but in the grand scheme of things it hadn't been that important of a detail. "Well he was obviously living with her dad, and what about the baby, how do explain that?"

Aaron sighed, knowing how complicated and convoluted his explanation would sound to his son."Clyde and Emily are just friends, they've known each other for years. And Jack the baby's name is Grace, and there is no easy way to shield you from finding out like this, but, she's your little sister."

Jack looked back up at his father his face losing all colour. He was suddenly feeling lightheaded and wasn't sure he had heard his father right. Because that would mean Emily didn't betray his father and him. Nothing felt like it was adding up, except the bile building in throat, causing his need to vomit.

Aaron could see his son was shocked, seconds away from either entering fight or flight mode or getting sick. "And before you storm away, I didn't know, but Emily was pregnant when went into hiding. She gave birth to your little sister a few days before they stopped Mr.Scratch. She never cheated, or tried to replace us or move on. I'm Grace's father."

Jack's head was spinning, spitting out plausible theories and explanations. The most prevalent one, the only one that made sense to both his head and heart was she had to be lying now to cover for herself.

Jack couldn't believe how ridiculous his father was being, that Emily had sucked him back in with such bullshit lies. The alternative, that him and his father had both hurt and abandoned her, leaving her terrified and alone with his baby sister, it was too devastating for him to even consider.

It would mean everything he had thought about Emily the last 4 years had been wrong. That the hatred for her that had settled in his heart had never belonged there. That she was innocent of all wrongdoings, him and his father had done the betraying, and they were the real villains in the his story.

The implication of that plausible scenario was complicated, too much for his developing brain to fully process in that moment. So he settled on the one that was easier to swallow than the poison guilt he may have accidentally concocted.

"No dad, don't cover for her, she never told us about the baby. She never called me or you after we were safe or asked us to come home. She was probably trying to hide the truth, because you caught her and she didn't want you to find out she betrayed us."

Aaron could feel his heartbreaking knowing the full extent of what his son had been thinking the last 4+ years. And how that illusion was shattered, and Jack was ready to unravel at the seams, all paths leading to the truth were littered with embedded shards of anguish that were impossible to navigate around.

Aaron was just grateful they weren't lined with deadly landmines. As this currently stood, any pain or injury incurred was still relatively manageable or fixable with time, ongoing care and proper attention. They would heal together.

"Oh Jack honey, I promise you that's not what happened. Let me try to explain. Emily tried to tell me about Grace, she sent me letters every month under an alias when we were hiding, and even some after. But, I just...., I couldn't bring myself to open them. At the time, I knew I had hurt Emily, running away without saying goodbye. I didn't have an inkling it was so much more than that."

Aaron could see from his son's face, the truth was finally starting to set in. He had to tell him the rest, so he didn't wrongfully blame Emily anymore. Aaron was hoping it would also alleviate or absolve his son from any guilt he might feel later knowing he had jumped to the wrong conclusion.

"Emily tried to call after Scratch, she did, I just ignored her calls and eventually blocked her number. I talked to Dave once, and asked him to tell Emily not to try to contact you. That I needed to stay away from her, and the dangerous life we left. He tried to persuade me to come back and so did you Aunt, multiple times."

Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. It didn't appear from Aunt Jess's and Uncle Dave's expressions like his father was joking or had made a grave mistake with what he was saying. That could only mean....... Emily had done nothing wrong and his father was the only one to blame.

Jack couldn't see straight with the revelation he had a little sister that would be around 5 years old now. And he missed knowing her for her whole life so far."But what about Grace, that means you knew about her and kept me away from my sister. What the hell, how could you do that to me, to her, to both of them."

Aaron hated knowing his son would never look at him the same way again, and that all the blame was his own. He sighed, trying to brace himself for telling him the rest. That while it couldn't diminish his culpability entirely, it was still the truth of the situation and lack of intent.

"Not exactly Jack, I didn't know Grace existed until last night when I went over to Emily's house. I was the one who cut her out of my life, I didn't give her a chance to tell me. I put all her letters in a box, I didn't want to read about how much I hurt Emily or how much she missed or loved us. I thought Emily was mad, because I left without saying goodbye. I asked for help and I didn't tell her the truth about Mr.Scratch. I left her alone to lead the team and fight him."

Aaron felt like he was scrambling, desperately trying to grasp at straws. He knew his rationalization for leaving and not contacting her again, sounded like a flimsy excuse and downright cowardly alibi. But at the time, he told himself he was ultimately still protecting his son. It had been the only way he could justify his actions towards Emily.

"All I allowed myself to care about was keeping you safe, even if that meant giving up Emily. I knew she was the only person I could trust to save us and stop Mr. Scratch. But I didn't give her a choice, I left her to deal with my problem on her own. And she didn't find out she was pregnant until we were already gone into hiding."

Aaron knew while he lacked the burden of proof in his favour, he could provide an abundance of evidence to demonstrate Emily had tried and always wanted them to be a family. And that they both needed to go easy on Emily and try to urge him not to intentionally do anything to hurt her further.

"Emily did nothing wrong Jack, and I promise I'm not trying to cover for her now. If you want when you're ready, you can read the letters she sent while we were gone. Both her and Jess told me she sent one a month, some with pictures, just trying to include us in everything. She always planned for us coming back, being a part of both their lives.

Jack could feel the tears burning his eyes, threatening to escape. He didn't know how to make sense of all the hate he had aimed towards a woman who had done absolutely nothing to deserve it. It hurt him to breathe, thinking about how scared and alone Emily must have felt. And how she had probably been worried sick about them the whole time, thinking she was the one who had done something wrong.

His father's voice broke through his thoughts."And Emily obviously wants you to know Grace, to be her big brother. That's all she ever wanted, for us to be a family. She thought we would come back after the danger was gone. It's my fault, even if I didn't know, I made the choice to stay away. And I've ruined everything, but please don't be mad at Emily."

Jack wanted to say 'No shit he wasn't angry with her anymore' He wanted to zone out, or tell his father to shut up, not sure how much more of his voice he could take. Jack had never felt such anger towards the man who had always been his inspiration and hero.

Aaron could tell his son was close to shutting him out. He needed to say a little bit more, before his son fully decided never to trust him again. "When we left, I couldn't stop picturing what happened before with your mom. I was so mad at myself, that my job put you in danger once more."

Aaron paused waiting for his son to look back at him for the next part. That way he knew how dire things were, and how genuine his remorse was.

"I knew what Mr.Scratch was capable of, he was more dangerous than George, and I couldn't forgive myself for leaving Emily to fix my problem. I was too weak and scared to go back after and have everyone angry at me, because I ran away from the fight. I couldn't face Emily, I was terrified she didn't love me anymore for putting her in danger."

Jack had never seen his father look so sad or contrite. It was obvious he was beating himself up, all on his own, his guilt eating away at him.

Aaron cleared his throat, trying to push down his emotions. "Emily was the only one smart enough, that I trusted to end the threat against us. I knew she would do anything to save us, even if that meant sacrificing herself in the end to do so. They lost an agent when they were stopping Mr.Scratch, a friend of Emily's."

Aaron shoulders dropped and he tore his gaze away from his son, before muttering the next few sentences.

"I promised myself and you, to treat you like an adult. You should know that monster also held Emily captive and tortured her. I didn't know this then, but it was only a few days after she gave birth to Grace. So I'm sure Emily was terrified because she didn't want our little girl to grow up without her mom."

It was easier for Aaron to let the anger take over, instead of the tears building. He wished he could sugar coat everything and keep it all from Jack. But now that he started, he couldn't stop letting the whole story pour out of him.

"I didn't even know that the bastard got his hands on her. But regardless of not knowing those details, I couldn't face Emily after, I hated myself for being responsible for putting her in the position I did. And I thought if I really loved Emily, I needed to let her go for good. That way I could never hurt her again, or let myself lose her like I lost your mom."

Aaron didn't know what else to say, nothing could ease the guilt he felt, or alter the outcomes of the mistakes he made.

"I know it can't change things now, but I promise you buddy, Emily never stopped loving you for a second. And she wants a chance to fix things between the two of you now, and for you to be a part of her's and Grace's lives. You can meet with her first and decide if you want, or we can play things by ear. But no one is going to force you into anything your not ready or comfortable with."

Jessica chose that moment to speak, knowing Jack wasn't sure if he could trust his father's words alone on the matter. "Your dad is telling the truth Jack, I promise. And when you're ready to see Emily or meet your little sister, we can both be there if you need. I already know you're going to absolutely love her, and you will be her best friend and favourite person in the whole world."

Jessica knew he should have been to worry further about the prospect of having anything in common to connect to his sister with."She's already good friends with Henry, Hank, and Michael, but you're her big brother. I know it's going to be exciting, frustrating, and weird at first. She might even annoy you sometimes, but I know you're going to love her and she already worships the ground you walk on."

Jessica hope the next bit would help her nephew and bring him some peace. To show him, he hadn't been forgotten, that Emily had always wanted him and missed him like crazy. And that they both mother and daughter would more than willingly accept him into their lives immediately.

"It's adorable Grace has pictures of you in her room, whenever she has a tea party she always puts her favourite one out, making sure she saves a seat for you. Emily has always told her about you, she even gave Grace the locket you gave her for her birthday. When she started school, Emily wanted Grace to have something special, that always connected her to her family."

"Gracie actually reminds me a lot of you, she is obsessed with monkeys, dinosaurs, and the zoo, just like you were at her age. But she also loves soccer, monkey bars, reading, Disney movies, tea parties, princesses, and baking."

"JJ is convinced she going to marry Michael, but Garcia is sure she is going to fall in love with Hank when she's older. Emily thinks they are both insane when they bicker about it, but she's pretty sure one of them is going to be right."

Jessica could see her nephew was still panicking, likely overwhelmed, unsure, and feeling guilty for something that wasn't his fault. She worried that her rambling on about Grace might not be helping him, only just further adding to his stress. But instead, he seemed to be captivated, hanging off of her every word. Jessica decided to go for broke, hoping Jack would undoubtedly be swayed on one front for now.

"Look buddy, I know it's going to be awkward for a bit seeing Emily again, but I promise you kid she loves you. Not a day goes by where she doesn't miss you. She takes Grace to pick out flowers every Sunday when she isn't working, and they go and visit your mom's grave. I go with Grace when she can't, and every year on Haley's birthday we share a picnic together there."

"Emily has told Grace hundreds of stories about you, she even let Gracie keep the stuffed monkey you won for Emily at your school's fair. Your sister only ever parts with it when her mom is sick and she tries to cheer her up. They have lots of pictures of both you and your dad, even a few of your mom around the house. Emily's done everything she can to include you and your father in Grace's life."

Jessica didn't know how he would react to the next bit. But, it would only help clarify that Emily wasn't unfaithful. And it would explain what he witnessed from that fateful video call, and help put both Hotchner boys at ease.

"And I promise you, Emily never cheated on your dad. Clyde did come down for a visit from Grace's baptism and also her birthday. Both times he stayed over in her guest room, ridiculously trying to convince Emily to return to England and take back her job at Interpol. But she refused to even consider it every time he asked, wanting to stay put for when you guys inevitably returned."

"You should know Clyde is also your sister's Godfather, I know because I was there with them the whole time, and I'm Gracie's Godmother. Emily didn't want to cause any hurt feelings by choosing between the team, so she chose me and Clyde. And I can promise nothing is going on between her and Clyde, I know this for sure because I'm actually engaged to him."

"We've been dating for almost 4 years now. It was hard doing the whole long distance relationship thing, but I will always be beyond thankfully Emily set us up. And now that you're back, I hope you are willing to get to know him. I want both you and your dad at my wedding when we finally get around to setting the date."

"I promise Jack Clyde's only ever been a friend to Emily, or like an annoying younger brother, even though he's older than her. He visits maybe once a month, sometimes more depending on his work. When you see the interactions of their friendship firsthand you'll understand. They fight like cats and dogs, but they've got each other's backs."

"And your little sister calls Clyde 'bunny', because of his last name. Now that she's a little older she added 'Uncle' to the moniker, and every time she says it, he pretends to be annoyed or embarrassed. It's hilarious how she has always had him completely wrapped around her finger, she can even get him to wear a tiara and paint his nails. And she loves how he is one of the few boys she can convince to come to her tea parties, besides Grandpa Dave over here ."

Jessica could see he was enraptured by what she was saying, but that he needed someone who wasn't his father to let him off the hook. He would internalize the guilt for not telling his father about that phone call for years. Jessica knew Emily was the only one who could really help him soothe the hatred and guilt towards himself, but he was scared to tell her.

Jessica was beyond certain Emily wouldn't judge Jack or blame him for a single second. If anything it would crush her heart to know a simple misunderstanding had cause him so much turmoil. She had no doubt Emily would wholeheartedly forgive Jack and help absolve his worries. But until he was ready to share it with her, Jess knew she needed to try and smooth things over and prove Emily loved him unconditionally.

"Not to hurt either of you, but Emily really thought you would both be back home soon. Most of the team thought it was unhealthy and delusional of her to believe that, but she held on hoping."

"Jack I get your upset, and you have every right to be hurt, angry, or however you feel about the situation. But none of us here will say anything about what you thought, from when you called her. But when you're ready, you should tell her yourself. Emily's the most forgiving person ever, I promise you, she's not even going to be a little bit angry with you. "

Dave piped in wanting to reinforce what was being said for Jack's sake, knowing his input could only help for this particular topic. "Your dad and Jess are absolutely right kiddo, Emily's always loved you, she never stopped. She even named your little sister after your mom, her full name is Grace Haley Rosslyn Hotchner. She knew it was a mouthful, but Emily wanted to name her after all the people who are most important to her."

"She toyed with using Haley as your little sister's first name, but she wanted Grace to be her own person, and she didn't want you to have the constant reminder every time you said her name."

Jessica smiled fondly, remembering how nervous Emily was back then, asking her if it was ok to name her daughter after Haley.

"Jack I know this is all alot to take in, it's all being thrown at you all at once. I talked to your dad earlier, while you were at breakfast. If you're mad at him and need some space, he promised me he would leave you be, or you're welcome to come stay with me for a few days."

"But, before you say yes, you should know I also live in Emily's guest house. We figured with me watching Grace and planning to eventually move in with Clyde, it made the most sense. And that way after you meet her, you can visit Grace whenever you want this week."

"I babysit her mostly after-school and whenever Emily needs to travel for work, so she's very comfortable and used to me. But if you're not ready or it's too much at any point, I know JJ and Will would love to invite you over for a sleepover with Henry. Plus you have Dave here who is on your side if you're more comfortable here for now."

Aaron decided he should reinforce what Jess was saying, knowing his son probably needed time to think, and have a little control and choice in if he needed some time and/or space from him.

"Your Aunt is right buddy, no one's going to force you, you're old enough to have some say in the decisions that involve you. I know Emily wants you there too, if your comfortable with that. She told me you're always welcome to stay with her when we come to visit. We all want to make this transition work."

"She really does want you to have a relationship with Grace, I know she also wants to repair her friendship and relationship with her. But she's not going to push you, you know how kind and understanding Emily is. She just wants what is best for you and your sister, and for you both to be happy and loved unconditionally."

Aaron knew he had to tell him this next part, so he didn't get his expectations up. Even if they couldn't find a way to back to each other, they would try to co-parent and be friends for the kids.

"Jack you should know though, before we get our hopes, that doesn't in any way mean though, that Emily and I are getting back together. She's pretty hurt because of my actions, and I'm not sure if she can find it in her heart to forgive me. I know she's heartbroken for every part of Grace's life we've missed being a part of. But she 100% blames me, not you."

"I still love Emily Jack, you know I never stopped. She wants me and her to work towards just being friends for now. All Emily is worried about is you and Grace and how this effects you both. She wants you to feel safe, loved, seen, and heard, and hopefully rebuild your bond. But I know she will be patient, she understands if you need time and space, if you're not ready to see her."

"If you're up for it though, Emily was hoping we could all go for a picnic in the park tomorrow, no pressure. And maybe depending on how that goes, dinner and a movie at her house. Then you can sleep over there, or in the guesthouse with Jess, or come back to Dave's with me."

It all sounded too good to be true to Jack. He missed Emily more than anything the last 5 years. Even when he was angry with her after, he knew he had still craved having her present in his life. And the little sister thing was an added bonus and absolutely the best news of his life. He had always wanted a younger sibling like Henry, someone to play and grow up with.

And as angry as he was with his dad at the moment, he wanted to stay at Dave's, he needed a little bit of time to think before he saw or met anyone else. He was worried about what to say to Emily, hoping he didn't spaz out and tell her about the Skype call because he was nervous.

"Dad, you promise Emily doesn't hate me, I've been so mad at her for years. I really thought she hurt you, and that's why we didn't come back. Please, don't tell her I thought she cheated on you, she will hate me forever."

Aaron leaned over to embrace his son, knowing he was on the verge of tears, because everything was hitting him all at once. "Hey buddy, it's ok, Emily could never hate you. Even if you ever disappoint her, she's always going to love you. She loves you just as much as she loves Grace, and nothing's ever going to change that."

"If you don't want to tell her what you thought that's fine. It was a misunderstanding, she wouldn't blame you, because it wasn't in any way your fault. And I swear on my favourite Beatles album Emily loves you and has missed you like crazy."

Jack chuckled at his dad's Beatles album analogy, knowing he was his lame attempt at a joke.

Aaron was glad his attempt to lighten the mood had its desires effect. He gave his son another big squeeze, pulling back to say the next bit to his face. "Jack, I know you always wanted to be a big brother, and I'm really sorry this all happened this way. You and Grace deserved to grow up together. I know you have a few more years before college and the rest of your lives, but I'm sorry you missed out on so much time already."

"And I know we just came down for your March Break, but I hope your ok if we discuss moving back soon. I want us to be able to spend as much time as we can with both Grace and Emily. You can help me pick a house or apartment and we can find a school nearby for you."

He could see Jack ready to speak and cut him off. "I'm not going to rush you on any of this, but I want you to have some say in these decisions. Your old enough to have some choice in this. I know it will suck packing everything up and moving."

Jack spoke next, rolling his eyes at his father's ridiculous rambling and wanted to get him to stop. "Woah dad stop, I get it. I know you don't want to be away from either of them, now we know, and I feel the same way. But we can talk about that later, maybe after I've had a chance to meet my sister first."

Aaron smiled seeing Jack was genuinely happy and meant what he said about wanting Emily Grace in his life. Nothing else mattered for now, as long as his son was on board.

"You're right, we don't have to rush anything right now. I'm sure we can find a way to make everything work out eventually for everyone, and that we are on the same page going forward."