#them adopting Billy almost made me cry

[sailforvalinor]

What do you mean we don’t know what happened to Eric. What do you mean

[alcottsangel]

Stranger Things Library

when the party’s over

everyone in high school knows him as the guy with a big house and parents who are rarely around. but what happens when he can’t leave that role behind?

Sweet Caroline

Billy Hargrove is a California bad boy with a tough exterior and rough history. He is frustrated, angry, and feels the need to bring back some sense of control in his life. If he is going to be his dad's punching bag, then he needs a punching-bag of his own. His stepsisters, Caroline and Maxine, are weaker than him. When Caroline starts to get a backbone and stand up to him, all hell breaks lose.

took a hard left (but we’re alright) ✔️

the two lines are unexpected, but you and steve have a village of support

unless it's you ✔️

The thing is, Mike wasn't planning on not telling his friends about the whole- having a baby thing. He really wasn't. How was he going to hide it in the long run anyways? He just...wasn't going to ever tell them who the father was.

oh you kissed me, just to kiss me (not to make me cry)

Billy and Steve had… something. Steve’s not quite sure what it was, doesn’t know if he ever really agreed to it. And then the Mind Flayer happened and Billy died and Steve got beat up by Russians and the mall burned down. And Eddie showed up, all flashing smiles and sure hands, and Steve can’t take his eyes off of him. There’s just that pesky, niggling possibility that maybe everything with Billy fucked him up more than he’s ever willing to admit.

The Joke

"Steve Harrington never says no to anyone." When he first heard someone say it, he thought maybe it was just a weird way for people to say that Steve was too nice, which made sense to Lucas. Despite the fact he used to be a huge public facing douchebag, Steve was nice. Almost painfully so. Sure he called them shitheads sometimes and argued with them like he was their mom, but he was always there when they needed him and always saving them from the end of the world at the expense of his own physical safety. Steve Harrington was nice, and Lucas thought it was cool that other people were realizing that. But the more he heard that sentence, the more it felt like that wasn’t what anyone was implying. The more he heard it, the more it kind of made Lucas’ skin itch.

Baby on Board

It took less than a day after the news that Steve Harrington had gotten Tammy Thompson pregnant for his friends to all but abandon him. It took less than a ten minutes after finding Eddie Munson under the bleachers for Eddie to adopt Steve into his merry band of outcasts.

Nothing About The Way That You Were Treated Ever Seemed Especially Alarming 'til Now ✔️

Hopper Lives, he doesn't go to russia but he is held by the russians for a bit before he's rescued by Murray and Joyce but he isn't moved to RUSSIA, that plot was kind boring and I didn't love it so we aren't keeping it lol. Steve Harrington knows Vecna is going to get him soon, with the headaches and nose bleeds and visions he's been having. But has he said anything? No? Will he say anything? Probably not. So what happens when everything he's tried so hard to hide comes out. His parents, the russians, his insecurities.

Sweet Child O Mine ✔️

The worst part is it was supposed to be a quick run. (Ruby Munson is 16 when she sneaks out of her house in the year 2005 and somehow ends up in the 1980s looking at a young version of her Dad and all his friends.)

I Can('t) Live With This ✔️

Unsure how to deal after the Upside-Down, Steve starts a bad habit of taking out his depression on his body. With each battle that passes, it gets harder and harder for Steve to cope. Coming to terms with his feelings for his straight friend Eddie does not make things better. Steve begins to play a dangerous game with death. How many times can he pass out in his own blood before he doesn't wake up? How long can he live with this? When Eddie finds him one night things take a drastic turn. Steve doesn't think Eddie should try and save him. Eddie doesn't think Steve gets to make that decision.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

hello there I've got a fluff request because i don't fell like making myself sad today (yay) anyways can i request Stu x Billy x child reader (platonic for obvious reasons). Okay so Stu and Billy kill one of their classmate (as a student should) and then they find the classmate's little sister/brother. Naturally they where gonna kill the sibling but they just ended up feeling bad for the child and they adopt the sibling :D

This is such a cute idea, I had this idea on one of my slashers finding child reader but I thought it was too unrealistic so I scratched it but I like this!

I realised I made it too short

(Reader is gender neutral hope you don't mind and about 5-7)

Billy and Stu x Child! Reader

"Who is this?" A deep raspy voice called out through the house phone.

"Who are you?" Your sister replied.

"First tell me who are you."

"Uh, cindy, who are you?"

"......."

"Do you like scary movies?"

______

You were upstairs drawing. Your sister was always out or away from you which made you alone most of the time, you don't know about your parents since you were about 2-3 which probably messed up your elder sister, she used to be very attentive but when it was around your 5th birthday she became distant. luckily she always left you food and things to entertain yourself with but you just wished you could have someone here with you.

Slowly drifting away a sudden scream awoke you from your almost slumber. Curiosity and thinking about the safety of your sister taking over you, you quietly walk downstairs and see your sister crying with an old house phone in her hand and her boyfriend in your backyard brutally beaten up. You started crying when a black robed man with a ghostly screaming face mask sliced your sister's boyfriend and just when you yelled for your sister to come to you another ghostface came up behind her and stabbed her in the back.

"RUN Y/N!" she heavily cried out.

Crying and panicking you ran to your room, you don't know why you just did. It was already too late anyways they were inside your room.

They looked at you. You were curled up in a ball with tears streaming down your chubby/thin face. You weren't even screaming or wailing you were just sniffling and pouting keeping your mouth letting out any sound. This for some reason made their heart break and when they looked around your room all they saw were pictures of you and your sister. No sign parents at all. This made them even more sympathetic as both their parents are mostly absent as well.

The shorter one slowly walked towards you and lifted its hand, out of instinct you covered your face and closed your eyes but then you felt a hand petting your head and you felt your body being raised off the ground. You were cradled in the arms of a ghostface and the taller one pinching your cheek lightly.

"can we keep them?"

"......."

"how do we look after a child?"

"we'll just figure it out!"

The shorter ghostface was about to decline (he was just in denial that he actually wanted a kid) when you hugged into his arm and let out a little soft whine. And then he started thinking. 'what if you go to an orphanage and the kids there mistreat you? Or worse you get adopted by an abusive family that will take advantage of your cute innocent self!' now he had to really take you in.

You heard some discussion about taking you in before drifting off to sleep. There are two ways they can 'adopt' you. Legally be your guardian or basically kidnapping you.

Let's say the first one because I have no idea how adopting works.

The first few days and weeks were awesome. You got everything you wanted, you were always sitting in the cart while stu ran around the store and Billy actually picking out groceries but also joining in the fun. You three may or may not have been kicked out a few times. They were extremely attentive except for when they have to go to school and you did too but after the school hours you were having continous sleep overs and hang outs and you were either in Billy's or stu's house. You have bullies? Now you don't they'll never speak to you ever again. Some immature grown ass person messed hurt you? They're seen hung upside down with a body bag on a tree.

Being with them means getting used to horror movies, if you already like them then bam you have their hearts on your hands and if you don't then you still have their hearts on your hands. A day is never dull with them. And just wait until Tatum and Sidney sees you. You don't have two but four parents! They may be high-schoolers but they do have a soft spot for a cute little child like you. Your days are now the most chaotic and fun there will be, your life's amazing and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

[polyghostfacehours]

Hi! It's me again, and I have an idea for a little drabble or something! Basically, reader is Sidney's cousin or older sister, and is coming to visit from college during a break. Then later that night, reader stays up later than Sidney and is chillaxing on the couch when they get a call from Billy or Stu. And that's their first interaction with either of the two.

Love this idea! I'm not usually a fan of writing relative!Readers, but this one was too good to pass up! Also kinda popped off and made this a bit long lol.

So to be more inclusive of race, I made you guys the child of Neil Prescott's adopted sister. So you're related by familial ties instead of blood. That way all reader's can enjoy.

(Also because...uh, yeah. Can't see Billy wanting to be with someone related to Maureen lol.)

TW: Mentions of Death. Dark-ish Reader. Fucked a lil with the timeline.

poly!Ghostface x Sidney'sRelative!Reader:

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So, you're Sidney's cousin from her dad's side. You're the kid of Neil Prescott's adopted sister.

You decide to come visit your lil cousin Sidney during summer, since you decided against taking classes this semester. Plus, Sidney had just graduated high school now, and you wanted to congratulate her.

You also wanted to try and be there for her since Aunt Maureen passed. You knew it hit her hard, and saw how hard she cried at the funeral.

You'd never been to Woodsboro before. You weren't particularly close with Sidney, or rather, your mom and uncle just had a more distant relationship, so you didn't get to see Sid often.

Still, you did care about her, so you were psyched to see her!

When you arrive, it's a little awkward, but you guys quickly fall into a good conversational rhythm. She talks about her best friends Tatum and Randy, her boyfriend Billy, and her friend Stu.

You had seen them briefly at the funeral, but never talked to them since you were busy with family.

But despite you not talking to them, they had still noticed you, albeit briefly. Mainly because they thought you were attractive lol. Black was a good color on you.

But besides that, why had they noticed you? Well, the fact that you were clearly (to them) fake crying. Stu had pointed out as much to Billy, being a master fake cryer himself.

And the look in your eyes during the funeral? Just...the lack of emotion or connection. The darker spark he had become keen to? Billy had noticed it in you, just the way he had noticed in Stu.

And it was true. You didn't know what was wrong with you. You convinced yourself that it was because you weren't ever close to Maureen or that you weren't related to her, but you knew it was something more disturbed. You chose to ignore it.

When you ask Sidney what she likes to do, she mentions a few things, but what catches your attention is the mention of a video store.

You go with her and its there that you meet Randy formally, he recognizes you from the funeral and you immediately hit it off. He finds out youre an avid horror fan and is shocked, because you're Sidney's cousin, and Sidney hates horror movies.

You spend most of your time with him and Sid, just talking, and when Sid goes to check out the Musicals section, you and Randy talk horror.

Enter Billy walking into the store. He makes a beeline for Sidney, surprising her in that cliché hands over the eyes way.

She talks briefly with Billy, kissing him and hugging him, and she means to introduce you guys, but you were too caught up with Randy, and even though Billy was going to juay jump in after he hears the topic of conversation, Sidney tells him to not be rude. SO he eavesdrops instead.

Pleasantly surprised to hear you like horror, but with how he saw through you at the funeral, he shouldn't be.

Eventually Sidney notices the time. Shit! You guys were supposed to meet Tatum at the mall. She gives Billy a quick kiss (that he tries to intensify, but she pulls away before he can, much to his chagrin.) and promises to introduce you another time.

She calls out to you and you guys leave abruptly, almost running out the store because damn, you were already 20 minutes late!

You call out a goodbye to Randy and briefly lock eyes with Billy before skedaddling.

You meet up with Tatum, who you already knew. Tatum had come up with Sidney once to visit you guys for {insert holiday of choice} here. You liked Tatum. She was cool and funny.

That night, Sid retires earlier than you, exhausted from the day's events. you were still hopped up on the excitement of visiting, so you decided to watch TV. There was a rerunning of the Exorcist, so you decided to play it.

When the phone rings and you answer, you're confused at first. Like wtf is this creep doing asking you questions.

You want to hang up, but his voice is kinda sexy. Scratch that, his voice is incredibly sexy.

"So...what are you doing right now?" "Watching the Exorcist." "Oh, do you like scary movies?" "Hell yeah I do."

"You want to be in a scary movie?"

You smirk "Only if I get to be the killer."

This gets a laugh out of Billy and Stu. They had initially planned that night to scare Sidney a little with a chase, but you being there fucked that up. They couldnt risk trying to go for two people at the moment.

But hey, why not fuck with you a little.

You talking about various scary movies isn't what intrigues them. You liked horror movies, but so did Casey. A lot of people do. No, what intrigues them was the darker turn the conversation took.

It went from slighty flirty banter to scary movies to being the killer in a scary movie to..."I always wondered what it would be like to kill."

"Yeah? You think you could ever do it?"

"Yeah. I could." you didn't hesitate, or stutter. There was no excusing your words. You just...went off. Talking about what you wished to do to someone. How you'd kill them. Etc etc.

Just...pouring your darker desires out to this stranger. The only person you could. No way in hell you could be honest about this stuff to anyone in your real life. They'd think you were disgusting, and they'd be right.

"I'm surprised that your thoughts are so dark. You don't look like the type to kill."

You freeze. What the fuck. How did this person know how you...

The line cuts off. And your heart feels like it was about to break your ribcage beat. You calm yourself. It was just a prank, they weren't here. Some dumbass wanted to fuck around and you gave them the perfect leeway to do it. You don't regret it though. It was nice to let your thoughts out to a stranger

You're shaken, but after double checking the locks on the windows and doors and drawing the curtains, you go to bed after checking on Sid.

Outside, Billy and Stu are hyped beyond words. The way you spoke about your desires, it mirrored a lot of their inner thoughts as well. Thoughts they could only ever admit to each other You were a kindred spirit.

They'd have to work fast, Stu's big Grad Party where everything would be going down would be happening soon. But they were confident they could rope you in as their partner in crime. Or partner in general.

They weren't sure if they wanted to bring you into the plan yet. Adopted or not, you were still Sidney's cousin. But maybe, just maybe, they convince you. After all, Billy could always use another fall guy.

When they get to Stu's house, Stu passes put, while Billy sits at his desk and begins to draw out some plans to get you on their side. Some subtle manipulation here. Some gaslighting there. Oh man, if he could pull this off? He'd be unstoppable.

[acidh2otoby]

Resident Evil Characters Adopting/Taking Care of Child!Reader

Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Billy Coen, Ethan Winters, Jill Valentine

Gn!Reader

Leon Kennedy

"Son of a bitch...!" Leon muttered as he reloaded his gun quickly, aiming his gun at the crazy villagers again.

His mission to save the President's daughter was going horribly so far. The officers that brought him to a village were killed and the villagers themselves were trying to kill him. One had a chainsaw and, boy, was it more than confusing to the blond.

The clocktower's bell chimed and the villagers completely stopped and made their way to the tower. Leon rushed out from being inside a house, seeing if anyone stayed behind to be a threat.

"Where's everyone going? Bingo?" Leon joked to himself, glancing around the center of the village.

A small shuffling noise coming from a building caught his attention. Leon grabbed his gun and slowly approached the house.

"Ashley?" Leon called out, hoping he could find her early on. The house was dark and Leon heard something whimpering.

"Por favor no me hagas daño..." A quiet small voice came from the darkness.

Leon mentally cursed himself for not attempting to learn some Spanish before taking this mission, all he understood was 'Por favor'. He sighed before trying to figure what to say.

"Uh... No hablo español ¿Puedes hablar inglés americano?" Leon asked, not fully pronouncing the words correctly.

"A little..." The voice replied, having a thick accent.

Leon smiled and sighed a little, trying to find a silhouette or something. "Kid, could you come into the light a little? I can't see you." Leon asked, hoping the kid knew what he was trying to say.

There was a small silence before some shuffling could be heard. Leon waited patiently, not wanting to startle or scare the kid. A small silhouette came into light as a kid that looked bruised up and potentially beaten stumbled their way to Leon.

Leon slowly knelt down, hoping the small gesture would make the kid feel less intimidated. It thankfully, did and the kid stayed a suitable distance from Leon.

The two talked a little before Leon decided, or made it clear, that he was going to help this kid get out of this hell. He didn't expect to have to watch over two different people while also holding his own, but he managed to do relatively well.

The kid was already infected with the Las Plegas virus but their brain never fell victim to Saddler's intention. Leon wasn't able to cure them properly but figured if they survived this far with the virus, they'd be fine.

Leon eventually adopted them after letting the kid stay with him for a considerable amount of time.

Chris Redfield

Dealing with paperwork in the S.T.A.R.S. office wasn't always the most fun. Especially when you weren't given any. That was Chris Redfield's situation. Captain Wesker gave assignments to everyone, except Chris, for some reason.

Chris eventually just decided to wonder around the police station instead of sit in a chair for hours with nothing to do. Nothing major happens a lot so normally every cop is doing almost exactly what Chris was doing or talking with a friend.

Chris just ended up relaxing in the main hall, taking a seat by the library door on a sofa until some small ruckus caught his attention.

A kid had run into the police station crying, Chris didn't immediately think anything of it until a couple cops voiced their worry and some other people in the waiting room seemed to gasp or go silent.

He got up and made his way down to where everything was taking place. Once he got a clear view of the kid, a dad-mode he didn't know he had inside him activated.

The kid looked bruised up and even had some scratches deep enough to draw blood. Chris pushed past the small crowd to the kid, picked them up, and started heading somewhere private.

"Okay! This isn't a show!" Chris said as he pushed pass the same people again. "Kennedy! Come with me." Chris called out.

The new office, Leon Kennedy, hasn't had many grand assignments and mainly did traffic control and small stuff around the station. The reason Chris demanded Leon to go with was because Leon was one of the cops that would help take care of the dogs. So Chris automatically assumes Leon would be decent with kids as well.

Chris took the kid to the break room near the police station's parking garage since that room remains pretty empty. Chris told Leon to grab some medical kit or anything he could find once they got into the room. Leon left to find anything while Chris calmed the kid down.

"Hey, hey. It's okay. You're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you." Chris comforted, carefully wiping away some tears that fell down the kids' face.

After the kid calmed down enough, Chris decided to ask what was bothering him. "What happened? Did someone hurt you? Are you looking for help?" Chris trailed off a little, shrugging.

"My daddy left a few weeks ago and he hasn't come back and my mommy is mad at me because of that..." The kid muttered, avoiding eye contact from Chris.

The door opened and the kid jumped, hiding their face. Chris noticed this and looked up to see who had come in. Leon stood still in the door, thinking he just did something wrong.

"Hey, it's okay. He isn't gonna hurt you either." Chris said, moving the kids' hands away from their face slowly. Chris motioned for Leon to get in the room and close the door. He did as told and set the medical supplies he found on the table near the kid.

"Was there anything else you needed?" Leon asked, keeping his voice soft so he didn't scare the kid.

"No, not right now. Thank you, Officer Kennedy." Chris said, smiling a little to Leon.

Leon blushed a little at being called 'Officer' by a cop with a higher station than him. He nodded and quietly left the room to go back to what he was doing before.

Chris started to set up some of the supplies so he could help the kid feel better. He gently reached for the kids' hand and they flinched and pulled away. Chris' heart completely shattered. If this has become the normal reaction when someone tries to make physical contact with this kid, how long and how frequently have they been getting abused?

"It's okay. It might sting a little bit but I don't mean to hurt you." Chris said, smiling to the kid.

Eventually, Chris cleaned up any opened wounds the kid had and put some nand-aids on them, he also place a cold wash cloth over some bad bruises.

Chris stayed with the kid while they slept in the break room. Leon vistited and asked if they should try to find the mom, Chris didn't hesitate to say yes. Jill also came and visited, mainly due to Wesker asking where Chris had run off to. She immediately understood and quickly made it back to the S.T.A.R.S. office to inform their boss, who also understood and let Chris take as much time as needed.

Billy Coen

To say that trying to survive a zombie apocalypse, especially an unexpected one, was definitely not easy. But that's the situation Billy Coen was put in. He was a little relieved that he ran into Rebecca Chambers, she did help him a lot more than he was expecting.

While one of the rare moments where Billy and Rebecca had to investigate alone in the Umbrella Training Facility, Billy heard a scream coming from a room in the main hall. It didn't sound like Rebecca's, it sounded like a kid.

Billy rushed to the room to see a little kid getting attacked by crows. He had been in the room before and the crows came in right before he left, had he known that a little kid was wondering around, he would've taken care of them.

Billy carefully aimed his handgun at the crows and shot them down, the kid had fallen to the ground in fear of getting shot. Once the crows had been eliminated, the kid quickly stood up before running for the door. Billy kicked the door shut and put his gun away, holding his hands in front of him to show he wasn't a threat.

The kid was breathing frantically and off balance, causing them to lose their balance and fall to the floor.

"Whoa, hey. It's okay. I'm not one of those things." Billy said, catching the kid and gently helping them sit on the floor.

The kid was still breathing frantically and their eyes began to water. They curled their knees to them but didn't take their eyes off him. He sat back a little and grabbed his radio.

"Rebecca, over." Rebecca voice rang through the radio when Billy activated the button.

"Billy. This might sound weird and completely random but how do you help a kid having a panic attack?" Billy asked, gently rubbing circles on the kids' arm with his thumb.

"Wait, what? You found a kid?" Rebecca asked, shock and a little worry present in her voice.

"Yeah, they're breathing really fast and they won't calm down. Either you tell me what to do or try to get back to me." Billy said, growing worried the kid would pass out.

"O-Okay, well... Since it's a kid, I recommend that you hold them close to you and place their ear by your heart and let them follow your breathing--"

"Alright, thanks." Billy quickly interrupted before setting the radio down and gently moving the kid as Rebecca said, placing their ear over his chest. "Everything's gonna be alright. I just need you to calm down." Billy said as he started to gently rock the kid.

Billy honestly had no idea what he was doing and was hoping his instincts were actually working. He heard the kids' breathing slow down and become more quiet until they fully relaxed.

Rebecca eventually found the two and they continued trying to get out of the mansion. Billy left the kid in safe places so they didn't end up getting hurt or infected. If there were times Billy would have to carry them to a new spot and there were monsters, Billy would hold them tight and hold the kids' head, gently pushing their head towards his shoulder so they didn't see anything.

Once they all escaped unharmed, Billy and Rebecca talked about what to do with them while they slept. Rebecca said that she would still be on her mission and couldn't take care of them until she got back, or if she got back. This was also when Billy found out that Rebecca was only eighteen. After he found that out, he told her not to worry about it and that he'd take care of them.

Ethan Winters

Ethan was tired of the Bakers and Eveline's shit by this point. He just wanted to find his wife and take her home, but of course, one thing after another and now he has to kill the biological weapon that is Eveline.

He was so pissed that he almost didn't hear someone screaming for help. Almost. He stopped in his tracks and listened again, trying to decide if it was his imagination or if it was a trap even.

When he heard it again and actually listened, he sprung into action. To him, it sounded like a kid that was getting chased. The screaming continued a little more until Ethan found the source.

There was a kid trying to run away from the Mold creatures Eveline had created. By the time Ethan got there, the kid was cornered by three of them. He didn't hesitate to get their attention and blast their heads off with some shotgun shells.

The kid was frozen in place, they were curled up and covering their ears, shaking. Ethan gently kneeled down and lightly tapped the kids' shoulder. The kid jumped and looked at him, calming down a little when they saw that Ethan wasn't a monster.

"Hey, it's okay. What are you doing here? Where's you're parents?" Ethan asked after he gently removed the kids' hands from their ears.

"I-I don't know... Me and my parents were going to visit my aunt and uncle and something happened on the road and my dad crashed the car. My mom helped me get out and told me to run as far as I could." The kid explained, their voices wavering.

Ethan did remember seeing a burnt car somewhere, but it couldn't have been...

"Do you remember what happened to the car? Did it smell like fire or like something was burning?" Ethan asked, hoping his suspensions were wrong.

"Yeah, but I didn't see anything. Why? Did you see them?" The kid asked, shifting a little closer to him.

Ethan sighed, hanging his head a little. "I'm sorry, kid. I saw a burnt car when I got here originally, I think that was the car you were in."

The kid started shaking their head before crying, repeatedly saying 'No'. Ethan's heart shattered and he gently held them in his arms, trying to keep them somewhat calm.

Ethan had reason to believe that Eveline caused Mold to attack or grow on whatever road the kids' parents were taking and that's what caused them to crash. This made him more furious and wanted to kill Eveline even more, and that's what he did.

The kid never got infected like the Bakers and Mia. Ethan already made the agreement with himself that he would adopt the kid and if Mia didn't agree, then he wasn't afraid to fill out divorce papers.

Jill Valentine

The Spencer Mansion and surrounding area was filled to the brim of zombies and monsters while Jill was trying to survive. The only known survivor she knew of at the moment was her comrade Barry Burton.

So you could imagine how shocked she was to see a kid run across in front of her in a hallway.

"Hey! Wait!" Jill called out, running to catch up with the kid.

The kid screamed and when Jill rounded the corner, she saw the kid crawling backwards on the ground as a zombie was trying to grab them.

Jill shot the zombie in the head and managed to grab the kids' arm before they got away.

"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you." Jill said, kneeling down to match the kids' height.

"What are you gonna do then?" The kid asked, clearly very afraid of everything.

"I'm gonna help you get out alive." Jill said, smiling softly. "Where are your parents?"

"They turned into those monsters and I didn't know what to do so I just ran away." The kid explained, looking down in shame and embarrassment.

"No, you did the right thing. Are you hurt?" Jill asked, making sure the kid wouldn't turn into a zombie on her.

"No. I did bump my shoulder, though." The kid said, gently rubbing their left shoulder.

Jill chuckled a little. "That's okay. Just making sure you were okay."

After that, Jill kept the kid safe, leaving them in safe rooms and letting them sleep on some of the beds. On the flight back to safety, Chris and Barry offered to take them in so Jill didn't have that kind of responsibility. But Jill made the compelling argument that she got too attached and would feel like giving away her actually kid.

[nocturnalwildflower]

hurt; asher adams

summary: y/n finally opens up to asher about suffering from mental illnesses and self-harming

warning(s): SELF-HARM, depression, anxiety, cursing, mentions of parents dying, trauma, asher being cute af (not a warning but prepare yourselves hehe)

wc: 5.0k

A/N (PLEASE READ): I hope you all enjoy this and I lowkey got the idea from my own struggles with depression and anxiety, and I wanted to shine a light on self-harm although I haven’t experienced it personally. Please do not read this is self-harm or depression is a trigger for you as the whole basis of this one shot is self-harm and depression and the demons you face. Remember it’s okay to talk, and if you’re suffering, PLEASE get help. This one shot is an in-depth reality of depression that most people don’t know about and the aftermath of a depressive episode

masterlist ♡ prompt list

It was no secret to the Baker family that Y/N suffered with depression and severe anxiety because of her past. When Y/N’s parents passed away in a horrible car accident when she was only 6, Laura and Billy had no hesitation when it came to adopting her as one of their own as they were best friends with Y/N’s parents. It became apparent early on that Y/N suffered from depression and anxiety due to the trauma she had experienced, therefore the Bakers’ tried everything they could to make her feel safe, welcome and happy as well as sending her to therapy. The majority of the time, Y/N had a really good handle on things and went years without having a depressive breakdown, however, this year marked 10 years without her parents. The closer the day came, the more breakdowns she suffered, and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder why her parents had to die that day.

Not that she didn’t appreciate everything the Bakers’ have done for her, but she couldn’t help but wonder how much happier she would be if her parents didn’t die in that accident; how she wouldn’t be suffering and feeling like the only release was self-harming. She was too embarrassed to tell anyone how she was feeling, so she just resorted to self-harm as a way of releasing the pain, which seemed to be working. Her thoughts were interrupted when Billy knocked on her door and peaked her head in.

“Hey sweetie. No school again today?” he asked in a heavyhearted tone. Honestly, it broke his heart to see Y/N suffer with depression and begin her spiral into a depressive episode. He knew that there was only so much they could to for her, which included getting her a therapist whom she sees off and on depending on how bad her depressive breakdowns are. Y/N let out a sigh before responding.

“Next week, I promise!” she said in a somewhat cheery tone. Billy knew that this was just a ruse to get him to leave her room, however it did the opposite and he took a seat next to her on the bed.

“Sweetie, I think it’s time we put in a call to Dr. Morales and get you some appointments set up. We all love you so much and we hate seeing you suffer like this … please consider it,” he said, and Y/N’s eyes began to fill with tears. She knew that things were getting out of hand if he was suggesting therapy again, and she knew it meant she was going to have to face her demons yet again. Her lip began to quiver before she let out a cry, burying her head into his shoulder while he consoled her. She continued to sob, not knowing how to control her emotions and letting out as many tears as she could to get rid of the pain, even if it only a temporary form of release. Eventually, she had calmed herself down enough to speak to him.

“Billy, thank you so much for everything you and Laura have done for me over the past 10 years. I know this is hard to deal with, having a daughter with mental health issues, but I’m trying so hard to battle these demons like I have all the other times, it’s just too hard for me to do this alone …” Y/N said while wiping away her tears.

“You’re not alone Y/N. You have all of us here, and we will continue to support you until you are better. You know how much we love you and you know how much you’ve impacted our life, in a good way, but I think maybe it’s time to be honest with Asher about it … he’s going to find out eventually, and maybe if he knew what was happening, he could help you through this with us,” Billy said. He knew that having her boyfriend by her side through this battle would help her drastically; Y/N looked at him with a sorrow look in her eyes before responding.

“I-I know I need to tell him … I’m just not ready for him to see me this vulnerable yet. I promise, I’ll tell him when I’m ready,” she replied in a raspy voice. He smiled before giving her a kiss on the forehead and leaving her alone to be with her thoughts. No one knew she had been self-harming, so it was easy for them to leave her alone for the duration of the day; she hadn’t done it in a few days, and although there was a small voice inside her head that kept telling her to just pick up a blade and do it. She waited until she heard the front door close, signaling everyone was gone, before getting up and heading towards the bathroom. Y/N inhaled sharply before she opened the drawer where she kept her tools, staring at the blade for a few seconds, contemplating if this was the right thing to do and thinking about what Billy said to her. “We all love you so much and we hate seeing you suffer.” They loved her and they had given her so much, so why couldn’t she just let this go and stop? She inhaled sharply before picking up a blade, bringing it to her skin, and cutting, letting out a small whimper as the blood began to come out from her skin.

-

Back at school, Asher knew something was up with Y/N. The twins kept telling him that she was sick, but she had been dodging his calls and texts all week. He knew something was wrong because even if she was sick, there was no reason why she was avoiding his calls; usually all she wanted when she was sick was to cuddle with him and spend time with him. He decided to pull out his phone and text her one last time to see if maybe she was in the mood to talk about what was going on.

Hey baby, I know we’ve barely talked at all this week but I just wanted to say that you’re an amazing girlfriend and I can’t wait until you’re better so I can come see you!

He knew she more than likely wouldn’t respond, which wasn’t like her at all. To his surprise, his phone vibrated, and his face lit up when he saw that it was Y/N’s contact. The text was just a simple “You too,” but that was enough for him to have some concerns … she was always one to use emojis for almost everything and would usually get upset if he wasn’t using them enough.

“Okay guys, seriously what’s happening with Y/N? It’s almost like she’s fallen off the face of the earth, she’s hardly answering any texts, and she hasn’t been to school all week… I know she isn’t sick,” Asher said as he caught up to Jordan and Olivia after the final bell rang. Jordan let out a sigh, knowing that it wasn’t up to him and Olivia to tell him what was really happening with her however he knew they had to tell him something to get him off their backs.

“Asher, it’s just best that you talk to her yourself, it’s not up to Olivia and I to tell you what’s going on with her, it’s her choice on whether she wants you to know. I’m home by myself tonight, why don’t you come over and see her for yourself?” Jordan replied in a somewhat annoyed tone.

“Sounds good,” Asher said before getting into his car. He knew Jordan had a point, it wasn’t up to him and Olivia to tell him what was happening with his girlfriend. He hadn’t told her yet, but he was in love with her and cared about her more than anyone even realized. The boys on the team constantly made fun of him for how much he cared about her, but now he was beginning to think something else was going on with her. Was she cheating on him and couldn’t tell him? Did he come on too strong and force her into a relationship when she wasn’t ready? Did she want to break up and felt like couldn’t say anything to him about it? These thoughts kept flooding his mind from the time he walked in the door of his house until the time he left to go hang out with Jordan and get to the bottom of this behaviour.

-

Later on that evening, Y/N was sitting quietly watching her favourite show when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. She already knew it was Jordan because he was the only one home that night, so she closed her laptop and told him to come in. He peaked his head in before opening the door wider to reveal her boyfriend Asher, angering her.

“Jordan, I said I didn’t want any visitors. Asher included!” Y/N said angrily. Jordan just shrugged before mumbling a quick ‘sorry’ and turning around to exit her room, leaving Asher alone in her doorway. She rolled to face the opposite side of the room in order to avoid looking at him, hoping that he would get fed up with her and leave, however this act did the complete opposite.

“Y/N, you’ve been couped up in this room for over a week now … You’re dodging everyone’s calls and texts, skipping school, sulking away in your room and shutting us out. This isn’t like you at all, what is happening?” he asked in a soft, loving tone. Asher wanted her to open up about why she was feeling this way, even though he knew it was because the anniversary of her parents’ death was coming up. He had seen it before, she usually got sad for about a week but was okay otherwise, however this was different and something he had never seen before; he has never seen her shut her friends out and completely isolate herself from the rest of the world.

“Asher go away,” Y/N mumbled to her boyfriend as she sat up, staring at him with a somber look. Asher moved closer to her, eventually sitting on the end of her bed and staring into her gorgeous eyes. He could tell something was wrong with her; her hair was up in a bun that looked like it hadn’t been taken out in days, her eyes were puffy, the colour in her face was gone and she looked like she hadn’t eaten in days either. He hated seeing her suffer like this and knew he had to do something about it.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s happening. I want to be here for you, but I can’t unless you open up and tell me what’s wrong,” he responded, keeping his eyes on Y/N.

“It’s been 10 years Ash, 10 years since I last saw or spoke to my parents and I can’t even explain to you how much pain I’m in because of it. I’m so fucking embarrassed that it’s come to this, I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone about how I was feeling and tell anyone how bad my depression had gotten, so I found another way to cope with the pain …” Y/N replied in a somber tone. She inhaled sharply before lifting up her sleeve hesitantly and exposing her forearm. Realistically, this was not a conversation she was prepared to have with him; quite frankly she never wanted him to find out and she was hoping this would all blow over before she needed to tell him. Y/N tried her best to keep the tears from rolling for her face, but they slowly started to fall from her beautiful Y/E/C orbs. She felt like she was being weak, risking her relationship with Asher by being vulnerable and showing him how much she was struggling.

Asher kept his eyes fixed on Y/N’s forearm. There was a slight discolouration where she had cut her arm with a razor blade recently as well as some faded scars further up her arm. He felt completely infuriated with himself that he let his girlfriend go through this alone and that she felt like she couldn’t come to him for help. He knew something was up when she never wanted to spend the night with him, but he blew it off because he didn’t want to pressure her into anything she didn’t want to do. He began to ponder about why she never came to him for help, until he realized that he had been so focused on keeping his endurance up during the off season and focusing on the next football season that he completely neglected her. Asher took Y/N’s hand into his, interlacing their fingers while gently lifting her chin so their eyes met.

“Y/N I’m so sorry I made you feel like you couldn’t come to me with this. I’m so angry that I let you go through this alone and made you believe that I wouldn’t support you. I want you to know that I’m still here, and I don’t plan on leaving. I’m here baby, you don’t need to hold on to this alone anymore because we’re going to get through this together. You have no idea how much better my life is because you’re in it, you have no reason to ever doubt this relationship and I’m not going to lose you because of your mental health,” he said, bringing his lips gently to her. More tears began rolling down her face as he continued to kiss her, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closer to him. She gently pulled herself away from him before speaking up.

“Ash, you were so busy with training and I didn’t want to bother you with this because-” she began before Asher cut her off.

“Y/N enough. You and your mental health are much more important than anything right now, I’m here for you and we’re going to get through this because I love you so much it fucking hurts. Watching you spiral into a depressive episode is not something I want to see happen and I would do anything for you, you know damn well I’m not letting you go through this alone,” he replied with a smile. Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach when she heard him say it. Those 3 little words. The words she thought she would never hear anyone tell her. I love you. She couldn’t believe that Asher Adams actually said that to someone like her when he just witnessed her in a state of depression. Y/N tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and looked at him with loving eyes.

“Y-you love me?” she asked in a quiet tone. Asher gave her a confused look and laughed.

“Who wouldn’t? Y/N, you are hands down one of the best people to be around and you always make sure everyone is always having a good time. You’re smart, kind, caring, beautiful … the list could go on all day. You have no idea how happy I was when you agreed to go out with me, and I’m so thankful for everything you’ve done to help me and how happy you’ve made me. Now it’s time to get you back to being as happy as you were when we first started dating. I’ll say it again, Y/N Y/L/N I fucking love you, despite the demons you are currently battling” he said in a soothing voice, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers again. Y/N gently placed her hand on his neck and pulled him closer so that he was laying on top of her. She had to admit that it felt good to finally have this burden off her shoulders and she felt so much better now that Asher knew the truth. He pulled away and looked her up and down before speaking.

“Why don’t you spend the night at my place? You’ve been couped up in this room for over a week and a change of scenery might be good, plus if you’re up for it we could talk about all of this. Like I said Y/N, we’re going to get through this together because I love you,” he said in a soft tone, caressing her cheek and leaning in for one more small kiss. Y/N looked at him with loving eyes and smiled before she responded.

“I love you too … please take me home with you, that’s all I want right now babe,” she whimpered out in a soft voice. Asher proceeded to pack her a bag with everything she needed to spend the night at his place and grabbed her hand, gently leading her down the stairs and into his car. She had to admit that even something as small as leaving her bed made her feel better to some degree, but she knew this was only one small step towards beating this illness.

-

As soon as they walked in the door, Asher sat her down and made them both something to eat, making sure her meal was full of food that made her feel happy, however the smile on her face quickly faded when the food was placed in front of her. Demon #1: having to eat your first meal after a depressive breakdown. Asher picked up on this behaviour rather quickly and placed his hand in hers, grabbing her attention.

“I know it’s going to be hard for you to eat after that depressive breakdown, but you haven’t eaten in days baby. You need food in your system, please just try,” he said in a heavyhearted tone, earning him a half-smile and a small nod from his girlfriend. Truth be told, she didn’t want to eat; she was too embarrassed about what had just happened and was so emotionally exhausted to think about anything, her mind kept drifting and she kept thinking about how much she wanted this moment to be over so she could sleep the pain away. Y/N finished about half the food her lovely boyfriend had made for her, however this was more than enough to satisfy him, he was just proud that she tried for him.

After they finished eating, Asher took it upon himself to de-tangled Y/N’s hair from the bun it had been in before leading her to the shower and helping her strip down, knowing that she was too emotionally exhausted to do it all herself. He joined her in the shower, helping her wash her hair and comb it out, in addition to making sure her body was clean. He always kept a bottle of her shampoo, conditioner and body wash as his house, just in case she ever needed it while staying there. He made sure he had a warm towel for her afterwards and helped her brush her teeth; he picked her up bridal style, bringing her into his bedroom and gently laying her on the bed, staring into her eyes that were still as beautiful as the first time he looked at them.  

Y/N laid her head on Asher’s chest, eyes focused on the movie that was playing on the flat screen television in front of them. He was too busy admiring her, thinking about how much he loved her and how lucky he was to have a girl like her, despite what she was going through. Her breathing was stable and somehow, she seemed to look even more perfect than earlier; she was playing with the hem of Asher’s shirt and turned to face him, catching him staring at her. She gently pushed herself up, closing the gap between them and bringing their lips together when his hands found their way around her waist, positioning her body on top of him. Her hands found their way to his head, ruffling his hair up while he pulled her in tighter, moving his lips from her mouth to her neck while mumbling a quick ‘I love you’ and placing his hands on her bum, before she stopped him.

“Asher I can’t … I can’t have sex with you this just isn’t the right time,” Y/N said in a fearful but quiet voice. Demon #2: being intimate with him after he just saw you in a vulnerable state. She began to tremble and proceeded to let out a small cry, releasing the tears she was holding in and placing her head in the crook of his neck. He began to slowly rub her back and coo in her ear to calm her down.

“Woah Y/N, that’s not what I was doing my love. Of course I want to have sex with you and show you how much I love you, but right now if definitely not the time. You don’t owe me anything, especially not your virginity, I love you whether we have sex or not. Just come here, try to stay calm and breathe babe,” Asher cooed as he let Y/N sob into his neck. He continued to rub her back, knowing that the only way she was going to progress towards success was by letting her release all of her emotions appropriately and he continued to coo in her ear until she began to calm down. His shirt was absolutely drenched in her tears, however eventually, she had stopped crying, pulling away to look at her boyfriend before she took a deep breath and began to speak.

“I’m sorry Asher I-” she began before he cut her off.

“Y/N, no apologizing please. Are you okay? What do you need me to do right now to make you feel safe and comfortable?” he asked in a soft tone. She put all her focus into taking nice, big, deep breaths as he continued to rub her back until he was given any sort of direction from her.

“Just lay here with me and hold onto my tightly, don’t let go until I fall asleep,” Y/N responded in a calm tone. Asher happily positioned himself so that their bodies were in the perfect position, he wrapped his arms around her and held on tight as she sighed in relief, giving him the impression that this was perfect; they laid there peacefully and quietly until they both snoozed off.

-

The following morning, Y/N woke up alone in Asher’s bed, knowing he was downstairs making her breakfast; he knew she hasn’t been getting a lot of sleep due to her anxiety and knew she would appreciate catching up on her sleep. She sat up on his bed and stretched, rolling onto the other side of the bed to check her phone; as expected, she had a text from Laura telling her that Billy and Jordan had filled her in on what was going on and reminded her that she was so loved in their family. She smiled, knowing that she had a wonderful family that will help her through this and an even more amazing boyfriend what would be by her side through all of the struggles. She shot a quick text back to her mom thanking her, just as Asher came around the corner with 2 plates of breakfast, placing one in front of Y/N. She noticed that her plate had a tad less food on it than his, which didn’t cause her much anxiety given the fact that she didn’t finish all of her food the previous night. He sat next to her on the bed and watched in awe as his girlfriend was eating, free of any nervous expression and looking like she was actually enjoying the food. He stayed quiet and let her enjoy her meal in peace before he spoke up.

“So your dad called me … you know that this means you’re going to have to call your therapist and start seeing him on a regular basis again right?” Asher said as his girlfriend took a sharp breath in. Demon #3: speaking to a therapist for the first time and admitting what you had was a depressive breakdown. She knew that this was coming, she just didn’t realize it would be so soon; Asher picked up on her body language and gently kissed her cheek while moving her chin with his finger so that she was facing him.

“You know that I’m here baby, you don’t need to go through this alone. I promise I will be here for you to make sure you take that little pill every day … hell I’ll even drive you to all of your appointments if I have to. Whatever it will take to help you get through this,” he said in a soothing tone. Y/N had to admit that he was taking this much better than she thought he was going to, and she kept hoping that he was going to genuinely keep his word to her about being there through all of this.

“I’m going to call them on Monday and make the appointment,” she replied in a low voice, resulting in a grin being plastered on his face. Asher slowly closed the gap between the two of them, bringing his lips to hers and caressing her cheek with one hand, while the other snaked around her waist, pulling her in closer. He couldn’t help but fall in love with her even more each time she found a new demon to battle and knowing that with all the love and support she was receiving from her family she was more than capable of beating them.

“Y/N, if you ever feel like you don’t trust yourself to be alone please call me. I don’t care if it’s 3am on a school night, if you don’t feel safe being alone I will come and get you, or I’ll stay on the phone with you as long as you need to me. I’ve said it 100 times and I’ll say it again, I love you so much it hurts, and I don’t want anything to happen to you,” Asher replied giving her a kiss on the forehead and holding her close. It still absolutely broke his heart that she had been going through this for weeks without anyone knowing and she was still too scared to tell her own family that she self-harmed; but he made her a promise and he fully intended on keeping it.

Throughout the day, Y/N’s mood seemed to improved little by little, although it wasn’t exactly where Asher wanted it to be, he was still thankful that Y/N was trying her best. The couple had just decided to lounge around Asher’s place, listening to slow music and enjoying each other’s company while Y/N opened up to her boyfriend a little bit more about what had been going on with the depression. He was extremely proud of her for finally opening up to him about her situation and he was grateful that she trusted him enough to come to him so he could support her. The couple was currently dancing around his kitchen, being natural and goofy like they always were.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I invited JJ, Spencer and Jordan over to hang out with us for a little bit later on tonight … if you don’t want them coming I can tell them not to,” Asher mentioned while he and Y/N were cooking dinner. Demon #4: returning to socialization with your friends after you have a depressive breakdown. Although this made Y/N nervous, she knew that it was something that had to be done in order to get her back on the right track with her mental health; she nodded her head and pulled her boyfriend in for a loving kiss, when they head the doorbell ring.

“Speak of the devils,” Y/N joked with a smile. Asher reciprocated the smile as he went to the door to greet his 3 best friends. Obviously JJ pulled her in for a friendly hug and made some kind of joke about how he feels like he hasn’t seen her in a while, not knowing the real reason; mind you, Y/N wasn’t ready for anyone else except for her family and Asher to know what was happening. The boys had skipped along into the kitchen and sat down, however, Jordan stayed behind and had a proud look on his face.

“I’m glad this happened Y/N. I’m proud of you for being honest with Asher about what was going on and you know we’re all going to be here with you when you battle this disease again … no matter how many times your depression comes back, we’re here for you,” Jordan said in a small voice so no one else would hear their conversation. She gave her brother a hug, muttering a quick ‘thank you’ and letting a couple of tears fall from her eyes. She gave him a smile as she pulled away and quickly wiped away her tears, taking a deep breath, and joining the boys at the table outside.

As Y/N laughed at one of the lousy jokes JJ made, Asher couldn’t take his eyes off her and was genuinely happy to see her laughing and having a good time, even though he knew that this boost in energy and confidence wouldn’t last all that long; he was just happy that in that moment, she was truly enjoying herself. He knew that helping her battle her depression was going to be an uphill battle and he knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he was planning on sticking to his word and staying by her side through this fight. He knew that his life wouldn’t be the same without her and all he wanted was for her to be better so they could move on to the next chapter of their lives together. All he wanted to do was help her beat this because he loved her, and he would do anything to prove to her that he was here to stay, no matter what it took.

[batarangsoundsdumb]

guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

[reidingandwriting]

"Deja Vu"

Word Count: ~2300 words

Ship: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (ex/platonic?), Peter Parker x Michelle Jones

Warnings: A curse word or two, slightly OOC moments but it is fan-fiction so :)

A/N: I'm in love with this song and had to write this. Popped this baby out in 3 hours, and I'm pretty happy with it. Side note: I created my own timeline for this lmao. Morgan exists, but they don't live in the cabin. Reader is mentioned to be fem once or twice, but reads neutral besides that! Reader is Tony's kid but it could be read as adopted/his bio kid.

“One strawberry ice cream, just for you.” Peter said as he set the cup down in front of MJ, a single spoon dipped in the light pink dessert. MJ immediately started to eat as Peter took a seat beside her, and you and Ned were seated across from the couple at a local ice cream shop you had discovered. The one where you had taken him, where you had convinced him to try the strawberry ice cream instead of the vanilla he always got. You scooped a spoonful of your rocky road ice cream a little too aggressively, unable to eat your favorite ice cream flavor anymore.

“Thanks, Parker, it’s really good.” MJ said and Peter nudged her shoulder.

“Mind if I steal a bite?’

“Of course I mind.” MJ deadpanned and Peter blanched before MJ smirked at him. “Go ahead, loser. Just one.” MJ gave him a look and Peter saluted.

“Scout’s honor.” Peter took MJ’s spoon before he took a bite, and you barely held back the scowl as you looked over at Ned. He gave you a sympathetic smile and tapped his foot against yours under the safety of the booth. You brushed your shoulder against Ned’s while Peter and MJ were too entranced by each other to notice.

“If you get any ice cream on my jacket, I’m burning yours.” MJ’s words were menacing, but you all knew she was (mostly) kidding. Peter scoffed and held his hand against his chest in mock offense, the sleeves of MJ’s jean jacket comedically too short on Peter’s arms. MJ was dressed in Peter’s Midtown hoodie, the same one you had worn just a few months ago.

You thought it would have been funny to switch jackets, knowing your jacket would look funny on him, while you wore Peter’s oversized hoodie. And now here was MJ, wearing the same sweatshirt, while Peter wore her jacket. Have any original ideas, Parker?

“Earth to Y/N.” MJ waved her hand in your face, and you snapped back to the present. “You okay? You zoned out there for a minute.”

“Yeah, sorry. Morgan decided she wanted a sleepover last night, so we just had to build a pillow fort in my room, and that felt fantastic on my back. Almost as great as her practically laying on top of me all night.” You chuckled. “And you know I couldn’t move her, she’s got me wrapped around her finger.”

“And she knows it.” Peter said and you smiled over at him.

“Speaking of Morgan. She’s been asking me all week about if you want to come over sometime this weekend. She’s in a big Lion King phase, and she wants ‘her Petey’ to come have a pajama party with her and have a sing-along. She’s Nala, of course.��� Ned snorted and Peter’s face fell.

“I can’t this weekend. MJ and I are having a Glee watch party this weekend, can you believe she’s never seen Glee?” Peter asked and you felt a pang of jealousy in your stomach.

“Oh, really?” You asked. Much like you hadn’t seen it either, until six months ago. “It’s pretty iconic, but also the worst show ever. Singing along is pretty fun, just being annoying. Really fun.” You thought back to when you and Peter were in your room, doing the same thing.

“Don’t stop believing!” Peter stood on your bed, using the remote as a microphone to serenade you. Peter looked at you expectantly, and you rolled your eyes before singing the next line, just as enthusiastically as he did.

“Hold on to the feeling!” Peter cheered and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You’re so annoying, Parker.”

“As annoying as this show?”

“Almost.”

“Then I’m not quite done yet.”

“Raincheck next weekend, maybe?” Peter asked and you shrugged.

“I’ll have to check with Madame Secretary. She’ll likely be over The Lion King by next weekend, it’ll be ‘baby stuff.’” Your phone buzzed and you excused yourself before checking the text.

Iron Dad: Hey, kid. Are you busy?

You: A little. Why?

Iron Dad: Pep and I have an emergency meeting for work, and Happy’s sick so he can’t watch Maguna

You: I’m on my way. Give me five to say goodbye

Iron Dad: Thanks, Y/N/N. We owe you one

You: You owe me several. Love you

Iron Dad: Love you tons

“I’m sorry, guys, duty calls.” You smiled, albeit a little sadly, at your friends. “I’ll see you Monday at school?”

“We better. We have a project in chemistry due on Monday.” Ned said and you flipped him off.

“Science is my best class, you know I’ve had the project done and Dr. Banner approved since the project was announced in class.” You winked at Ned before waving at MJ and Peter. “See you later, lovebirds.” You internally cringed when ‘lovebirds’ came out more bitter than you intended. With goodbyes exchanged, you left the ice cream parlor, and you bit back the tears you felt beginning to build up. Did he feel it, too? Did he remember that you did that, too? Was he ever going to tell her all the ‘unique’ things Peter’s done were reused, that you had found them first? You wiped at your eyes before you hailed a taxi, and you shoved all your feelings down to be at your best for your little sister.

--

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Morgan barreled down the hall when you stepped out of the elevator, and you barely bent down to catch her in time as she collided with you.

“Morgan, Morgan, Morgan!” You scooped your sister up into your arms and peppered her face with kisses until she was laughing, and your mood immediately lifted at the sound. “Where’s Mom and Dad?”

“Mom’s at work, Dad’s in his room. He’s leaving us.” Morgan pouted and you copied her expression.

“Oh, no. You’re stuck with me tonight. Too bad I’m not tall enough to reach the juice pops in the freezer.” You gasped. “Oh, wait. I am!” Morgan thrusted her fist into the air with a cheer, and you set her down. “I need to go talk to Dad real quick, then we can do almost whatever you want.” You emphasized the almost, knowing she’d ask for something you definitely shouldn’t do, then argue that you said ‘anything.’ You definitely saw a career in law for her when she got older.

“Kay-kay. I’ll go get coloring books, then we get juice pops?”

“Deal.” You offered your pinky out, and she linked pinkies with yours before she ran off to her room. You shook your head fondly before you walked off to your dad’s room, and you knocked on his door before coming in. “Dad?”

“Hey, kiddo. Come on in, I’m just packing a few things for Pep.” You walked over to the bag your dad had packed, and you began to inspect everything. “Have I been approved?”

“I think I need a hug before giving approval.” You opened your arms and your dad happily pulled you into his chest, and he held you close, as if he could sense your feelings.

“Are you okay? Do I need to stay?” Tony rubbed your back and rocked you gently, and you buried your face deeper into his chest, your eyes watering and you gripped his shirt tighter, a habit you developed when Tony first took you in- you always grabbed onto him like he was your security blanket, and Tony quickly learned there was no use in getting you to let go until you were ready.

“No, I’m okay.” Your voice was muffled but you made no effort to move yet. “Mom needs you.” You paused. “You’ll be back soon, right?”

“Luckily we’re just headed to the New York headquarters. I hope we’re home by midnight, but I’ll tell you when we find out for sure.” You nodded and let go of your dad, and he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, and he wiped your tears away with his thumb and the action almost made you cry again. “Ben and Jerry’s and sad movies when I get back, or should I get a few punching bags set up in the gym?”

“Ben and Jerry’s.” Tony nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you patted his arm, telling him he could continue packing. “ Don’t forget Mom’s favorite lipstick. She always keeps one on her, but you can never be too safe.”

“Lifesaver.” Tony said before he went back to packing.

“I should go check on Morgan, let you finish getting packed.” You said and Tony smiled at you, a softness in his eyes reserved solely for you, Morgan, and Pepper.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best big sister?”

“I do my best.” You smile back before leaving. Fingers crossed she hadn’t made a mess already.

--

You laid in bed, scrolling through your camera roll with tears streaming down your cheeks. You pressed play on a video and let out a choked sob as you watched. You and Peter were seated at the piano in the living room, and your fingers moved gracefully across the keys, playing one of your favorite songs that Peter had begged you to play for him. The familiar sounds of Billy Joel’s ‘Uptown Girl’ filled your ears, and you sang along as you played. You turned to Peter, nodded at him, and he began to play the same song after you. You hugged him at the end of the song, grinning since he had finally learned it, and you began to play it again, Peter joining you in singing along. Not even that was reserved for you and him anymore, as you had learned recently.

“I didn’t know you played.” You said as MJ took a seat at the piano, Peter seated beside her.

“Oh, I just learned. Peter taught me the one song he knows how to play.” Your heart sank and now Ned was curious.

“What song?” Don’t say it, don’t say it.

“Uptown Girl.” MJ began to play, and you felt your lip begin to tremble. Your song. The one you had taught him. You looked away as Peter quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek after the first chorus, and he whispered something into her ear. You turned to Ned and dove deep into a conversation, refusing to cry in front of them.

You jumped when you heard a knock on your window, and you grabbed the baseball bat you kept by your bed. You would have called for Bucky or Sam, but the pair were off on their own mission. You got out of bed, wiping away your tears, and you walked to the window, bat at the ready. “FRIDAY, who’s getting knocked to next year with my bat?”

“It appears Peter Parker is the one outside your window.” Peter? Of course it was.

“Lights on dim, FRI.” You set the bat down and opened the window, and Peter popped into view. “Peter? What the hell? You almost gave me a heart attack, dude.”

“I’m sorry, I know, sorry. I didn’t plan on coming out here, but I needed to talk to you.” You gestured for Peter to come in, and you suddenly realized how you had to look to him. You were in a shirt you had stolen from Thor- what? His shirt got mixed up with yours, finders keepers. You were in an old pair of sweatpants that were covered in various stains- paint from Morgan, some grease from Tony’s lab, and a bleach mark from where you and Peter were goofing around in the lab and you spilled some mystery chemical on your pants. And let’s not even talk about your puffy eyes and the tear marks on your cheeks from a night of crying.

“About what?” You sat on your bed, eyes not meeting Peter’s.

“About earlier at the ice cream parlor. You seemed really… spaced out. Not yourself. And I caught you scowling once.”

“I didn’t scowl.” You tried to defend yourself but you sighed, knowing he was right.

“And ever since MJ and I started dating, you’ve just seemed different. You’re not, like, jealous, are you?” And you couldn’t help but laugh. Truly laugh, which caused Peter’s brows to furrow. “What’s so funny?”

“You think I’m jealous! Why should I be jealous?” Peter frowned at how you weren’t taking him seriously, and he was confused.

“You know, we had… a thing. Not that we dated, but I mean, we were really close you know.”

“Oh, I know.” Like a switch, your emotions flipped from sad to frustrated in seconds. “And I’m seeing all these ‘things’ we had all over again.” It was Peter’s turn to start getting irritated, and he crossed his arms.

“Oh, really? Like what?”

“Strawberry ice cream at the parlor, you can’t act like we didn’t do that. Trading jackets, we did that shit too. Teaching her piano when I taught you, how do you not get deja vu?” Peter opened his mouth to talk and you held your hand up. “You’ve got a different girl, but there’s nothing new. I discovered those places you take her, I showed you Glee, I taught you the jokes that you tell to her. When are you gonna tell her? She thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused. I know I get deja vu, don’t you?” You had started to cry again, and Peter started to defend himself until FRIDAY spoke.

“Y/N, your father and mother have returned home. You may want to continue this conversation later.” You looked at Peter who wordlessly nodded. He walked to the window, and he paused before he spoke.

“We’ll talk Monday after patrol. Bye, Y/N/N.” You whispered goodbye before he left and you shut the window before you dropped to your knees, letting out broken sobs.

“I get deja vu when she’s with you…”

[bowlegsandbiceps]

Suptober Day 7: Young at Heart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Teen / Death!Dean & Human!Cas / Destiel / 5,073 words

Read on AO3

Suptober Masterlist (A03)

It was a snowy evening in the heart of winter when Death roamed the streets of Chicago. You wouldn’t have known him from any other young man, bundled as he was in a worn leather jacket, jeans and boots but there was a certain static about him that made other pedestrians give him a wide berth. He was headed to the fire station on the corner of Hope and Clairmont, humming a Billy Joel song as he avoided slush piles and other humans alike.

He posted up against a telephone pole, making sure to breathe so any passers-by would note the cloud of air passing his lips on every exhale and assure themselves that he was human. It was the least he could do. He checked his watch, an old Timex with a cracked face, and shoved his hands in his pockets. Any minute now.

Across the street, a young girl hurried into view from around the corner, her arms full of a bundle. She looked up at the sign over the fire station door, looked down at her bundle, and swallowed hard. A tiny arm rose from the bundle, naked and red. The girl took it and tucked it back inside the blanket. She sniffled, setting the bundle gingerly down on the top step before backing away slowly. One step, then another her eyes remaining on the pile of blankets before her face crumpled and she turned to run, a dry sob echoing down the empty street.

Death pushed off the telephone pole and made his way leisurely across the street. The baby had started to cry, cold now without its mother to hold it and keep its limbs covered. Death looked down at it, feeling its little heartbeat slow. He crouched down, breathing directly onto the child, and knew he was likely making its final moments worse, a wretched thing like him, even if he was trying to provide a little warmth. 

Then something unexpected happened. The baby quieted and bright blue eyes opened, holding Death captive in an intense stare. Death couldn’t feel things, he mused, but if it could, surely it would have been charmed by the babe who instead of recoiling from its impending end, raised a hand toward him, beckoning.

Death raised a cautious hand, one finger hooking in that tiny fist and he was surprised at how strong it was, despite the hypothermia. The child held his gaze still, just looking not pleading or frozen in horror and Death glanced at his watch again, noting the time. He looked up at the firehouse door, the sound of laughter dulled by the heavy metal. If only the girl had knocked before she ran. Death looked back to the child, its ethereal stare snagging his again.

Death raised his hand and knocked.

#

Inside the firehouse, a number of men made an uneasy circle around the strange man holding a bundled infant. Death hadn’t meant to stay but since he’d already gone and messed with the strings of Fate he figured he might as well assure that the child was taken care of.

“You found him on our stoop?”

“Yeah, you know, I figured some poor kid musta left him. Safe harbor and all.” 

Death looked around then down at the babe who seemed to be transfixed by Death’s face. Death wondered what he saw, why he wasn’t scared. His little soul was a speck of shining light, strong and hearty though his body was frail with the beginnings of pneumonia settling in his lungs.

“Why didn’t you take him to a hospital?”

Death blinked and the man recoiled slightly. “Well, he was left here, and don’t you have EMTs on staff.”

One of the men seemed to shake himself out of a stupor and stepped closer. He shivered as Death transferred the baby into his arms, the brush of his hand on Death’s coat giving him a sudden vision of fire and smoke and a strange sense of vertigo as if falling through the floor. He coughed, moving to lay the child on the table and it immediately started to cry. Death hovered closer moving into the child’s line of sight and it settled down though still made discontented noises as he was poked and prodded.

“Did you see who dropped him off? A firefighter asked and Death shrugged, hands back in his pockets.

“She was young. Hurried off before I could say anything.”

The firefighter narrowed his eyes but didn’t question it. “Did she say anything? Why she was dumping him? If he had a name?”

Death paused, looking down at the boy whose eyes were on him bright blue as all newborns are but there was an electricity in them. Death laid a gentle hand on the child’s head, feeling the soft down of hair, the fragile skull.

“No,” Death said finally. “But his name,” Death smiled and the child seemed to smile back. “Is Castiel.”

“Cas-tee-what?” One of the fire fighter’s whispered to another and Death turned towards him, causing both men to step back.

“Castiel. The Angel of Thursday.” Death’s thumb swiped across the child’s forehead. “The Angel of Solitude.”

#

Death was a busy man, lots to attend to and never in the same place for very long. He worked mostly with children, preferring to be the one to usher them to the other side but as time passed he found himself returning to one place over and over. 

The child he saved had been adopted almost immediately by a couple who’d lost many children of their own. Death may have pulled a few strings with Fate but the outcome was ideal. Castiel grew up well-loved and cherished by a mother and a father who understood the great gift they’d been given. They even decided to keep his name, something that pleased Death immensely. If he gave the grandparents a few extra years because of it, well that was his business.

It was a windy day at the beginning of spring when Fate suddenly shifted and Death lighted down in Chicago once more. Castiel, climbing around on the jungle gym at the local park, his babysitter on the phone several yards away was forty-five minutes from an untimely end. Death hung back, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket as he watched the scene play out, an older man making his way over. Death eyed the babysitter as the man approached Castiel, holding a leash and collar.

“My dog got out of her leash! Can you help me find her?” The man said, his face drawn in grief but Death saw into his heart and his rage rumbled as thunder in the distance.

“Oh no!” Castiel exclaimed, jumping down and touching the leash in the man’s hand. “I’ll help you find her. I got a dog too. His name is Marshmallow.”

The man offered his hand and Castiel took it. 

Death was there in an instant, one hand on the man’s shoulder. When the man looked up, his mouth opened in surprise and he gasped his last breath. Castiel cocked his head to the side at the man crumpled on the ground before he looked up at Death. Death could only stare back.

“What happened?”

Death shifted from foot to foot. “He was a bad man. He wanted to take you.”

Castiel’s eyebrows rose and he looked down at the cooling body on the wood chips. “Is he going to be okay?”

Death fought a smile, eyes flicking to the reaper nearby before waving them away with the man’s wretched soul. “He’s gone to where he belongs.”

Castiel nodded and offered his hand. “Wanna swing with me?”

Death’s neck jerked in surprise but found himself carefully slotting his hand in the child’s and allowing himself to be lead off to the swing set.

“I’m Castiel. What’s your name?”

Death paused thinking back to a time when he had a name. “Dean, I think.”

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel looked up at him, his face dominated by large blue eyes. “Wait, you think? Don’t you know your own name?”

Death huffed. “Well, no one has used it in… a very long time.” He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” Castiel grabbed onto one chain of a swing and turned to sit in it. “It must be lonely, no one knowing your name.”

Death sat in the swing next to the boy and pursed his lips. “Maybe a little, but it’s not so bad. My work keeps me busy.”

Castiel kicked off with his feet and began pumping his legs, reaching higher. Death lifted his head to watch. “‘Daddy says ‘all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’ I asked him who Jack was.” Castiel let his feet drag along the ground, grinding to a halt and Death felt a smile quirk at his lips as the child’s head tipped to the side in confusion. “But he just laughed.” Castiel’s head righted itself. “Not at me though. Sometimes I’m funny and don’t realize it.”

Death surprised himself with a laugh, the sound carrying on the wind and making the group of people gathering around the corpse by the jungle gym shiver. The babysitter was still on the phone but the commotion was stealing her attention. Death turned to look at Castiel, rocking back and forth in his swing, his eyes on the horizon.

“Hey, just so you know, for next time, any stranger comes up to you asking you to go somewhere with them you kick em in the shin and scream your head off,” Death rested his palm atop the boy’s head and Castiel looked up at him, a small smile playing across his lips. “Capiche?”

Castiel gave a deep nod. “I capiche.” His eyes had found his babysitter who was now frantically searching for him. When her eyes landed on him, Death hid himself from her. “She looks really mad.”

“She’s just scared,” Death replied and Castiel looked over at him. “You wandered off and she didn’t know where you were.” And a guy dropped dead about six feet from where you were playing. 

“Castiel!” The babysitter skidded to a halt in the gravel in front of Castiel’s swing, pulling him into her arms. “You scared me.” She picked him up, hooking him on her hip. “Come on we need to go.”

The child heaved a deep sigh as if resigned to his fate. “Okay.” He twisted in her arms, looking back at Death, and gave a small smile. “Goodbye, Dean.”

“Bye kiddo.”

The babysitter was already starting to walk away and she snorted, looking over her shoulder then at Castiel. “Who are you talking to.”

“Dean. He’s my new friend.”

Death sat smiling until they were out of sight.

#

Castiel was eight when his dog Marshmallow was going into his fifteenth year. Death generally let the new recruits handle the animals but on a scorching summer day, he found himself standing at the gate of the big craftsman on the corner where Castiel lived. He looked up at the second-story window, the one he knew to be the young boy’s who was getting bigger every day. 

They’d met many times over since that first encounter in the park and to Death’s surprise, Castiel always remembered him and knew him by name. Now seemed to be no exception, the front door opening to release Castiel into the world. His dark hair was an unruly swirl beneath the baseball cap he wore, his matching t-shirt proclaiming he played for the Mustangs, sponsored by Nally Ford. 

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said with a small smile as he approached. Death smiled back but his eyes caught on the white ball of fluff that was attempting to make his way down the porch steps to follow the boy. 

Death let himself in the gate, striding forward and they met halfway, Castiel looking up into Death’s face while Death peered down into his. There was no fear there, no anxiety. There never had been, a wonder Death never could truly comprehend. Marshmallow gave a low growl. Death glanced down at the old dog, barely any teeth left in his head but ready to bite at the smallest provocation. That was about right.

“Marshmallow. No.” Castiel looked down at the dog then back up into the face of Death. “He’s just grumpy because he doesn’t feel good.” Castiel watched as Death crouched down, hand reaching. The growl ceased as Death’s hand hovered over the dog’s head and Castiel squatted down to pet him, hands gentle around the old dog’s ears.

“Yeah, about that,” Death began softly. “This is going to be hard for you to understand, Cas, but Marshmallow is very old.” As he said it, the dog’s eyes sank closed. Castiel rubbed his ears. 

“I know.”

Death swallowed hard, his hand moving to hover over the dog’s back and Marshmallow’s legs gave out, his body rolling to the side as he began to pant. Castiel rubbed his belly. “And when dogs get very old, well, they have to go.” Castiel looked up at him. “And when that happens, someone comes to get them.”

Castiel looked down at the dog who was panting, tongue lolling out the side of its mouth. He ran his fingers through the curly white fur at his side. “Not the dog catcher…”

Death chuckled. “No, no not the dog catcher. Someone who helps them make the transition to their next journey.”

Castiel continued to play with Marshmallow’s fur. “Who?”

Death licked his lips, sucked in a breath he didn’t need. “They look like ordinary folks, sometimes you can see them, other times you can’t.”

“Like you?”

Death blinked and took a moment to marvel at the feeling of surprise, something he hadn’t felt in eons. “Yes, like me.”

Castiel looked up at him, blue eyes steady but solemn. “You’re here to take him, aren’t you?”

Death swallowed hard, the sorrow in the boy’s voice cutting him deeper than tears ever could. “Yeah, Cas. I’m sorry.”

Castiel sniffled a bit as he looked down, petting down Marshmallow’s side. “You’ll look after him? Wherever you take him? He won’t be alone, right?”

Death placed a hand on the back of Castiel’s neck and waited for a shiver that never came. Finally, he spoke. “Yes, of course, Cas.”

Castiel sucked in a deep breath and sat down on his butt, folding his legs so they butted up against Marshmallow’s legs. “Can I have just a few more minutes?”

Death glanced at his watch and nodded. They sat there, young boy and ancient entity as the dog’s breath became more shallow. Castiel dug his fingers into the thick curls of Marshmallow’s side and folded himself in half, pressing his face to its chest. The dog fussed attempted to lick at Castiel’s ball cap. Castiel breathed in deep and Death found himself doing the same, smelling cut grass, sweat and the musky odor of an animal nearing its end.

“It’s time, Cas,” Death murmured, his voice low and Castiel lifted his head, face tear-stained now, but he wiped them away with the back of his hand. He placed his hands on the dog’s side, looked up at Death, and nodded. 

Death allowed the dog to sniff the back of his hand, accepting the feeble lick before he carded his hand through the curls at the top of his head. Castiel’s hands that had been rising and falling with the dog’s labored breath stopped. Death curled his hand and brought it to his chest, holding it there for the feeble soul to feel safe on its journey. His other hand when to the top of Castiel’s head.

“Go get your father. He’ll help you with the ritual.”

“Can’t you stay?” Castiel asked, blue eyes shining with unshed tears and if Death had a heart it would have broken.

“I’ve gotta get Marshmallow to where he belongs.” Dean knuckled away a tear that was making its way down Castiel’s cheek.

“Okay,” Castiel lowered his head, looking at the cooling body of his beloved pet. He looked back up. “Goodbye, Dean.” 

Death was unprepared for the boy to wrap his arms around him in a tight squeeze before getting up and walking back towards the house.

#

Castiel was twenty when his fate changed again and Death nearly didn’t make it in time. In the back seat of a car, driving way too fast down a dark winding road, Death appeared next to him, his face striated in moonlight. Castiel jumped, his reflexes slower with the alcohol in his veins.

“Dean?”

“Cover your face, kid.” Death muttered as he braced his feet against the seat in front of him and threw out an arm. 

When they hit the tree at 63 miles per hour Castiel’s body slammed into his arm and Death could feel the ribs break, felt the punctured lung as if it were his own. The driver was halfway through the windshield, another reaper already there to take him. Death waved them away as blood slowly filled Castiel’s lungs. 

He coughed, choking on the acrid liquid, unable to get a full breath. His hand twisted in Death’s leather jacket, tugging, blue eyes wide and for the first time Death saw fear there. He couldn’t stand it. He reached past the headrest in front of him, touched the mangled face of the boy there and he immediately stopped breathing.

“You can’t do that!” A voice sharp from outside the car and Death nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned his head to look out the window and found the small blond woman standing there with her clipboard of names. “It’s the other boy’s time, Dean.”

Death glared out at her, throwing open the door. “You got your soul. Get out of here.”

“You reaped the wrong-“

“The hell I did,” Death yelled and every animal in the forest quieted, the wind through the trees died down. 

The two of them watched as headlights appeared down the road, slowing when the driver saw the wreckage. Death and Fate stood side by side on the shoulder of the road as the good Samaritan talked to Castiel through the back window, promising him everything would be alright. 

“He’ll make it.” Death heaved a sigh, hearing the sirens in the distance.

“Just barely,” Fate muttered, consulting her clipboard. “One of these days you’re going to run out of favors.”

Death turned to look at her. “Not any time soon.”

#

It was three days later in his half-empty dorm room that Castiel attempted to take his own life. Death arrived just as Castiel kicked the chair out of the way, his body falling with an extension cord wrapped tight around his neck right into Death’s arms. A quick flick of his pocket knife and Death had freed Castiel, laying him gently down on the floor as he coughed and sobbed.

“No! Take me! I want to die!” Castiel twisted onto his knees, grabbing onto Death’s legs and hugging them tightly. “Please. I can’t take it. The guilt, it’s too much!”

Death ran his fingers through Castiel’s unruly hair. “It’s not your time.”

“It was my time,” Castiel wiped at his face, fury in his eyes as he glared up at the ancient entity. “I heard you and that lady talking. She said you reaped the wrong one!”

“You hit your head pretty hard, kid.”

Castiel wiped at his face furiously, getting his trembling legs under him. “I know what you are. What you do.”

Death brought himself to his full height, leveling Castiel with his most pensive stare. “Do you?”

“I’ve always known,” Castiel spit. “And I never cared. You were always my…” Castiel trailed swallowing hard. “My friend. But this, I can’t take this Dean.”

“Why can’t you just be grateful,” Death huffed holding out his arms.

Castiel’s face went slack with shock. “You kill the man I love instead of me and I’m supposed to be grateful?”

Death’s mouth popped open, surprised again, that made twice in a single decade now. “Your… the man you loved? Wow, how did I miss that?”

“You miss a lot of things,” Castiel spit, his eyes hard.

Death rubbed his mouth. “When-“

“Since I was a child,” Castiel heaved a sigh. “Look don’t try to change the subject. I was dying already, Dean!” Castiel’s fists were clenched at his sides. “Why didn’t you let me go? Why’d you have to take him? He was everything to me. How could you not know that?”

Death rubbed the back of his neck, “Life isn’t really under my purview, kid.”

“What about love then?” Castiel got right in his face, nose to nose, and Death stood stock still. 

“I know it when I see it.”

“Then you must have been blind that night.” Castiel spun away, running his hands through his hair. “I can’t do this. Please. Take me.”

“No.”

“Why? Why not?”

“I told you. It’s not your time.”

“Are you sure it’s not because you have some weird obsession with me?” Castiel strode right up into what a human would call their personal space. “What is it about me huh? Why me? Why don’t you latch on to some other poor bastard?”

Death swallowed hard. “I can go if you’d like.” 

Castiel let out a humorless laugh. “Stay. Go. What do I care?” He let himself fall onto his bed, face buried in his pillow while Death stood watch.

#

Death didn’t see much of Castiel after that or more like Castiel didn’t see much of him. He’d check in every now and then, saw him graduate college, move to the east coast, fall in love and get his heart broken only to fall in love again. Through it all Death stood watch, sometimes with Fate at his side, like at Castiel’s wedding.

“I could step in,” Fate murmured, an offer she wasn’t likely to make twice but Death shook his head, watching as Castiel beamed with happiness after kissing his husband.

It wasn’t long after that they met again in a hospital just north of Chicago. It was nearing midnight and no one was around. Castiel was sitting with his mother, his husband and father had gone home hours before but Castiel insisted on staying. Neither could understand why Castiel refused to leave her side but didn’t question it. Castiel was a good son who loved his mother very much. 

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said as Death hovered in the doorway. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

“I tried to wait for you to leave,” Death mumbled, looking down at his boots as he tapped his toe on the floor.

“Why?”

Death looked up and found Castiel’s head canted to the side, and he couldn’t help but smile. “We didn’t exactly part on the best of terms when we last spoke.”

Castiel looked down at his mother’s hand, so small and frail in his own. He cleared his throat. “You were right. I should have been grateful.”

“It was a callous thing to say when you were grieving.”

Castiel snorted. “That’s true.” He huffed a sigh. “But ultimately you were right. I didn’t love him. I didn’t know what love was then. Not that kind of love anyway.” Castiel ran his thumb over the thin blue veins of his mother’s hand. “How much longer does she have?”

Death checked his watch. “We’ve got a few more minutes.”

“Then sit.”

Death did, across the bed from Castiel and took in the changes, the strands of gray in his hair, laugh lines crinkling around his eyes and mouth.

“You know you look exactly the same as I remember you when I was four.”

Death grinned. “All that clean living.”

Castiel snorted, a grin pulling at his own lips before it faded. “You’ll take care of her?”

Death nodded. “Of course.”

Castiel squinted, opening his mouth then closing it again. Death heaved a sigh. “Go ahead. Ask whatever you want to ask me.”

Castiel’s cheeks bloomed a lovely pink that Death would see in every sunrise from that moment on. “How’s Marshmallow?”

Death blinked. “I give you one question to ask me whatever you want and you ask about your damn dog?”

Castiel frowned. “I loved that dog.”

Death rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Marshmallow is doing great. Has lots of doggy friends.”

A small smile tugged at Castiel’s lips. “Good. I hope Mom gets to see him.”

“I’ll make sure she does.”

“I’m ready.”

Death gave a small nod, waiting a beat to watch Castiel breath in steadily, his eyes on his mother’s face. Death reached forward, fingers brushing a white curl from her forehead before resting his palm there gently. One of the monitors began to scream. A nurse bustled in quickly, checking in and ultimately turning off the sound, standing by as the old woman took her last breaths. Death took her soul and cradled it to his chest.

“Take care of her,” Castiel whispered and Death gave him a solemn nod before he went on his way.

#

It wasn’t long after that Fate dealt Castiel another bad hand and Death had arrived to do his duty. Castiel’s husband laid prone on a hospice bed, his once strong body frail and hairless, ravaged by a disease Death hated almost more than he hated himself. Death came into the room unannounced, stood by Castiel’s side as silent tears ran down his face.

Death checked his watch.

“I can feel you.” 

Death nearly fell over in shock. Third time in as many decades. Damn.

“Don’t hide, Dean. I’ve been expecting you.”

“I tried.” Death placed a hand on Castiel’s shoulder. “I tried but I’m out of favors.”

“It’s okay,” Castiel sniffled, his own hand coming up to cover the cool one on his shoulder and Death felt the warmth as if it were the sun. “How much time do we have?”

“Couple minutes.”

Castiel nodded, leaning forward and placing a hand on his husband’s shoulder, giving him a light shake. He gasped awake, eyes hazy with pain and medication but something in them still blazed when they landed on Castiel. 

“Honey, I want you to meet someone. Can you see him? Next to me.” Castiel turned, looking up at Death, and licked his dry lips. 

“Yes,” Castiel’s husband croaked. “He’s just as handsome as you said.”

Castiel let out a watery laugh, glancing up at Death who was not blushing as he reached up to rub his ear. “He’s here for you.”

Castiel’s husband nodded solemnly. “About time.”

Castiel let out a quiet sob and immediately tried to shove it back into his mouth. His husband squeezed his hand as Death squeezed his shoulder. 

“Come on now. This ain’t the end. I’ll see you. Hopefully not too soon?” Castiel’s husband lifted his brows and Death gave him a small smile.

“Not if I have anything to do with it.”

Castiel was leaning over, pressing his forehead to his husband’s and breathing slow in his nose and out his mouth, barely hanging on. Death stepped forward, hand covering the one that Castiel held. One final gasp and then the room was silent. Castiel gave a soft cry, feeling warmth rush through him, love and light and something so bright it almost burned. And then it was gone.

Death pulled the soul close to his chest, his other hand lighting on Castiel’s shoulder. Castiel glanced up into the face of Death but was immediately distracted by the small ball of light in his hand. Castiel looked up and Death nodded in answer to his question. Castiel let go of the hand in his and wrapped his arms around himself as the tears came hot and fast.

“Can you please stay?”

Death shifted from foot to foot. “I need to take care of him. But I can come back.”

“Please hurry.”

#

Death wasn’t really the type to hang around any one place too long but for years after Castiel’s husband’.s transition, he found himself irrevocably drawn to Castiel. He’d always been to a certain extent but the man’s grief had worn down all his defenses, all his excuses to stay away. For once Death was welcomed into a home with open arms.

They sat on the couch and watched bad television. Death had a strange obsession with Dr. Sexy that Castiel found hilarious. Death tolerated all of Castiel’s terrible nature documentaries. It was one night as Castiel was going up the stairs to bed that he paused, looking back at Death who was putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

“I love you, Dean. You know that right?”

Death stood stock still and he’d be goddamned if it hadn’t happened again. He looked up to find Castiel just standing there on the third step, gaze just as intense as it had been when he’d first laid eyes on him as an infant. He didn’t have to say it. Neither of them did so Castiel just gave him a small smile and continued his ascent up the stairs. And that night, Death followed.

#

It was both the worst and best day of his tenure when Castiel’s time was finally up. Fate in her fussy suit with her obnoxious clipboard arrived to stand at the end of the hospital bed where Castiel lay, Death at his side. 

“No more favors. No more tricks,” Fate said softly and Death looked away from the face of his beloved, aged and creased as it was now, while his was permanently stuck as youthful and smooth. 

“Can I keep him?” Death asked, staring into the eyes of Fate and daring to hope. “I know it’s not ever been done. I know this is a one-person gig but…” Death looked back upon the only face he’d ever loved, into the only eyes that had ever truly seen him. “Just this once, can I keep him?”

Fate gave him a small smile. “Yes, Dean. He’s yours to keep.”

#

So Death and his companion were joined at the human’s crossing, bound by Fate herself to walk through eternity together. Sure they quarreled, sometimes even spending a few decades apart but the string that tethered them was unbreakable, a fact Death loved to remind his younger counterpart of. 

It’s said that when a couple dies within hours of each other they’re always accompanied by another couple, two men, handsome and young, looking more in love than any cosmic entities had a right to be.

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*✧･ﾟ:* P1ece Tag Game *✧･ﾟ:*

Since some of you said they want to see my answers too (@momobani, @tranquilpetrichor and @nfly5), I will do this as well!! (I say this as if I’m not super happy about a chance to freely rant about these boys kasdjlfkas)

My answers are under the cut, cause this got a bit long :’)

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

1. Since when have you been a P1ece?

Since predebut! Like... August 2020 or so? I know that as soon as information about the members started releasing I was like “I NEED to stan the FNC babies!!”

2. What made you decide to stan P1H?

Their logo performance, because I was really impressed by their dance skills when I first watched that only a few days after it was released! But also being a Fantasy made me want to adopt SF9′s little brothers :’) I just didn’t expect I’d call them my ult group a year later ;;

3. Who is/are your bias(es)? Is your first bias still your current bias? If not, who was it before that?

Intak. And technically I was going to bias Theo at first but that.. never really happened kasjdflksa so yeah, my first bias is still my current bias^^

4. Your favourite era so far?

Oof... I think I’ll have to go with the current era, simply because I have high hopes for them and I’m looking forward to see all the content we’ll get this era!!

5. Your favourite title track/MV?

Siren forever ✊😌 I still remember the first time I heard it and I was sooo blown away by their vocal skills??? Their performance skills??? The way this song is probably one of the best debuts in kpop imo???? And how this group is this good and harmonious already when it’s only their debut??? Wow, I actually got chills thinking about all of this again now... 

(Ok but tbh Scared and DILT are impressive too... they started off so well and just keep getting better!!!)

6. Your fav P1H choreo?

Peacemaker. I’d have probaby chosen smth else but somehow when I saw them perform this at the showcase it legit made me cry. It’s just so nice to see this group who did mostly very strong concepts so far to also be able to dance like that and to put so much emotion behind their moves??? Another pleasant surprise by the piwons....

7. Your fav b-sides?

That’$ Money, Before the Dawn, Ayaya, That’s It, If You Call Me. Honestly I love all their songs, and I could add on to this list until it’s almost their full discography, but I think I’ll leave it at these 5. 

8. Your fav cover of theirs?

The Then, Now and Forever cover, anyone?? Keeho’s All Of Me cover? Their Billie Eilish performance???? Maniac?? I don’t think I can just choose one tbh??? Keeho and Theo doing Needy?? Intak just covering the entirety of Resonance?? 

If I was forced to choose I’d probably say Maniac though, but really, everything they cover is so good because they really manage to put a part of themselves into these songs, and I keep rewatching all their covers every once in a while!!

9. Any P1H video you keep coming back to?

Probably the Maniac cover? I love it, and also it has something really calming to me so ;; (also Theo’s “You maniac” is still kinda hot, don’t even try to convince me otherwise kadsjfklas)

10. Have you watched their little STAGE + performances? What’s your favourite?

I have seen all of them... multiple times aksjödfklsa I think my favourites have got to be this and this. Just.... watch and let them speak for themselves. They really are a group full of main and lead dancers, istg

11. Your favourite Saessak Harmony episode? (If you haven’t seen any, I highly recommend!!!)

The first one? Where they have to remember that nursery rhyme jsadkfasdlj but also ep. 5 where they get drenched in water whenever they say a forbidden word :’)

Honestly I love all of Saessak Harmony though, and their other series too!! It’s really nice to see them become more open and joke around more from one show to the other!

12. Most iconic P1H tiktok in your opinion? (Again, if you haven’t seen any, please go watch them, these boys istg-)

Soul’s tiktok where he pours an ungodly amount of jam into his yoghurt? and Soul with the shoe.... and in general everything Soul does akldsjöfkas

Also I love the one with Jiung and Intak and the sausage.... idk how to explain this better but I remember watching this during my early P1ece days and just finding it so irrationally funny fkldjssfkl 

I could add on to this list until forever too but,,, I shall have self control for once in my life :’)

13. A P1H moment you love? (Or several, if you’re indecisive like me)

New Broccoli.

14. Is there anything they’ve helped you with/you learned from them?

There are way too many things tbh? I think there’s a lot you can learn from them, and I guess every member has something different to teach. 

One thing, for example, is that Soul’s personality and the way he acts reminds me a bit of how I acted back in school? And looking back on myself I used to be ashamed of being the “weird kid”, but seeing him being his weird self so confidently and being loved for it I started thinking that maybe the way I used to be wasn’t so wrong after all.

15. A concept you want to see them do in the future?

A happy summer concept!!! Also something elegant like SF9′s Tear Drop in the far future? Because I’m sure they could pull it off and also I like death :)

16. A collab you’re hoping for?

SF9 Juho making a song for them! Also maybe a collab with N.Flying? I feel like these two groups would work well together^^

17. Fav member combination from the partner vlives?

This is a really tough question kaljdfkas I remember watching Keeho and Theo building those marshmallow structures and then setting the poor marshmallows on fire. That was fun :’). But Jiung and Intak also have a very wholesome dynamic, and their dance lives are,,,,,, a lot.

18. Fav lyric if you have one?

I wrote this question with a line in mind tbh kasdöjflkas

“난 사랑의 빵을 크게 부풀려” from If You Call Me (which roughly translates to “I raise the bread of love”) because it sounds really cute and also how do you even come up with that jskdlfsa in general I love the lyrics to this song because of its backstory!! 

Unfortunately I haven’t looked into p1h lyrics as much as I want to yet, but from what I can catch and understand while listening, they have a lot of very creative lyrics and they seem to think about how to phrase what a lot!

19. Fav vocal, rapper and dancer? (I know, I know, these are all super hard questions...)

Fav vocal is Keeho, fav dancer is Intak, fav rapper.... who am I to choose...?

20. The moment you fell in love with your bias?

Right here. (((But also bold of anyone to assume I’m not still falling in love with him a bit more each day, just watching him exist.)))

21. A member you can’t help but get wrecked by?

Jiung... but like... because he’s so ksjflsajfksf adorable??? And I love everything about him so much and he is also just a very relatable introvert akdjfklas 

22. Something you love about each member? (Can be one thing or a whole rant, whatever you feel like^^)

Okay, here we go, some random things I love about everyone!

Keeho: His voice!!! How confident and handsome he is (which is funny because with him I went from “visually not my type” to “HE! IS! SO! HANDSOME!!!!”). The way he still manages to continuously give his members a culture shock with some of the things he does and says :’). How outspoken he is. How he’s not afraid to stand up for himself and his beliefs. The way he feels like P1eces’ best friend. His jokes and humor!! The way he adores the other members so obviously and shows that every chance he gets. How whiny and embarrassed he sometimes gets when things aren’t going his way afjakjadkfa. The way he always makes sure to translate things to english as much as he can, so the international fans who don’t speak korean can understand what’s happening too! 

Theo: Again, his voice!! The way I feel like he can do anything he sets his mind to. How he improves his dancing so fast!!! And even though his singing was already really good to begin with, it feels like he’s also still continuously improving in that area! His humor too - the way he does not miss a beat when it’s about roasting his members (especially Keeho). The way he goes absolutely crazy when anyone even remotely mentions Big Bang :’). What a fun and open person he really is once he lets you in. The way he overcame his fear of cameras and how brightly he shines on stage now!! The Shocked Theo Face™. How he won’t hesitate to make fun of himself too, if it’s for the sake of entertainment (like when he drew himself as a bird in his self introduction). Drink Rice (his jokes are just my favourite kind of humor).

Jiung: His smile!!! His face!!! His expressions!!! Everything!!! Choi Jiung perfect boi!! How sweet his voice sounds (I know I know I say I love his voice about everyone but I really do love all their voices so much???). What a warm-hearted person he is. How he does everything at his own pace. How much thought he puts into everything. The way he can come up with a well thought out freestyle dance on the spot??? How in tune with himself he seems. His sincerity. Have I mentioned he makes me feel very warm inside? The way it’s obviously hard for him to express affection but he still does his best to let the other members and his fans know how much he appreciates and loves them. The songs he makes and always plays for fans in his vlives! His impersonations of everything, including a cockroach?? The way he talks. How he bursts out into the brightest, biggest laughter.

Intak: I don’t even know where to start?? His confidence, his passion, and the way he radiates it. The way he dances. How he manages to have his feelings on display when he dances. The way he talks. His pronunciation is so nice to listen to for some reason? The way he writes his lyrics. How he always makes sure to choose just the right words when he explains how he feels about something. Just the way he’s an absolute mess sometimes. His fuckboi antics?? But also what a genuinely sweet person he is? The way he takes care of himself and of others. The Big Brother Energy™ that he radiates when he’s with 05-line, but Soul especially? His expressions. How playful he can be, especially in the way he raps. But also what an absolute softie he is? His fire!

Soul: The dancer this boy is!! The unreal control he has over his own body and his movements. How relatable he is when the others are talking over each other in korean and he has no idea what’s going on anymore so he just kinda sits there and smiles :’). His angelic vocals that I hope we will get to hear more often in the future;;. The way he just lives for himself and for his passion for performing. How he doesn’t seem to afraid even a little bit, despite living far away from home and in a country where he doesn’t speak the language perfectly yet. The way he’s so unapologetically himself. His humor!!! His completely fucked up humor!!! The weird things he does and the strange answers he comes up with. He lives in his own sphere and I just admire him for everything he is and stands for. 

Jongseob: His maturity. I lovelovelove his flow when he raps! Also have you seen him dance? Like have you seen him??? He seems like such a sweet kid and his smile is one of the prettiest I’ve seen. The way he thinks so deeply about his words, this is something I noticed during their debut showcase and I’ve loved about him ever since! How his experience on stage shows whenever he performs. ASMR king!! How he’s such a nice and smiley boy, but when it’s about exposing his members he gets ready to kill lol (like that one time when Keeho owed everyone coffee but hadn’t bought it yet). Sits like an anime girl?? His lightness he puts behind everything he does!! How easily embarrassed he gets. In general, when he’s being all professional and confident in front of a camera and then something happens that makes his shy side jump out for a little while.

23. Something you love about being a P1ece?

Being able to support six very talented and kind young people!! Also that it’s still a relatively small fandom. Small fandoms are really comfortable to me, because there’s barely any big fanwars or other troubles among the fans, and it feels very familiar. I also love watching our boys grow, and they’re the first group I’ve been stanning since predebut, so it feels like I really get to walk their whole journey as idols with them, and that’s kinda nice^^

Bonus: Anything P1Harmony-related that you want to recommend to your (non-P1ece) followers or to new P1eces?

If you can and want to afford it - they did a little series of interviews with Wonderwall during Scared era. Those are fun to watch, and give you some deep insight into their working and thought process, and it gets pretty personal at times. Also not to shamelessly self-promote here, but,,,, *glances at my content guides* (I try to put every video of theirs that I can find in there, so there might be stuff you haven’t seen yet and want to check out^^)

And then also this, because the world needed it, and the first part makes me cry because it’s so beautiful and also how dare anyone even think about covering my favourite Taemin song.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

I already tagged a bunch of people on my original post, but if you come across this and haven’t been tagged yet, feel free to make your own post and answer the questions too!!! I’m always happy to see P1eces gushing about our boys;;

[ushiwakaout]

Lead Singer! Tamaki Amajiki with tattoo artist & lead guitarist S/O || MHA

Genre: Rock Star AU || Fluff || Self-Indulgent angst ||

⚠️ Warnings: Drug Use || Nsfw || Orgy || Mommy kink? ||

Words: 2k+

A/N: very self indulgent bc i love rockstar aus i’ve never seen one of tamaki so here it is! 

Gender Neutral Reader

Dude, don’t even get me started

HE SINGS LIKE JESSE THE GUY WHO SING SWEATHER WEATHER AND DADDY ISSUES

Can you imagine his singing devils advocate, holy shit he’d look so good MA’AM PLEASE

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT HE WOULDN’T DRESS LIKE HARRY STYLES 

He’s still shy and still has stage fright the first few times but your his lead guitar player (dated before the band was together)

Mirio is on the drums while Nejire is the bass player

It’s so hard not to pounce on him once he gets into his music like wow 

ESPECIALLY IF HE SUNG DEVILS ADVOCATE

You guys wear a matching matte black rings and people assume you’re married, y’all never say no so you’re gonna let people assume bc you’re fine with it.

You used to be a tattoo artist so many tattoos Tamaki has or will have, it’s done by you, he won’t want 

After every set he’ll either kiss you or your hand, it just depends if you go straight into the next set or not

He sings pretty boy dedicated to you bc if it where all to end, he’d be okay if it was by your side

The fans either ship you or they don’t 

It’s a little hard thinking that people don’t think you’re a good match but Tamaki always says that you’re his angel and he’d never fall in love with anyone else bc you’re his soulmate 

Some fans ship him with mirio and they both think its funny bc they’ve been best friends since they where kids so they don’t have a problem

But Tamaki does not, DOES NOT like it when they ship him with Nejire. Not that he doesn’t like her bc she, along with mirio, got him out of his comfort zone a lot (in a good way). 

He sees the way you’re smile fades when you see a post about their ship, people saying that they look good and all. It’s gotten to a point of wanting to break up with Tamaki just to make a handfull of fans happy

You’d do anything for his music to rise up the ranks, even if it meant losing your relationship

You’ve gone to mirio sobbing about this, it kinda hurt Tamaki that you didn’t go to him but you just couldn’t face him without the reminder of those stupid post

There was one day where a post said “look at the way he looks at her, he looks at her like he’s in love with her.” You looked at the picture for a long time and didn’t even realize the water works

You didn’t really mention it to anybody but when tamaki sang pretty boy, everyone could tell that it had a different feel to it

the set was over and before tamaki could look at you, you had already gone off the stage and ran towards the back locking yourself into the bathroom and kinda just letting it all out

god you hated this feeling, the ache in your chest 

Tamaki basically broke into the bathroom and froze when he saw you crying. He was so worry and so angry at the same time.

You both ended up crying on the bathroom floor together proclaiming your love for each other in such a snotty mess that it ended in laughter.

After that incident there was a long thread tweet of Tamaki explaining politely why he doesn’t like when people ship him with someone else other than his s/o or mirio (bc you don’t mind it either) people could tell that he was angry through the tweet and it was a lil scary bc tamaki DOES NOT GET ANGRY 

anygays- angst is over, sorry very self-indulgent. 

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN’T SMOKE DUE TO ANXIETY 

You guys have 21+ concerts bc it’s those type of concerts where u can smoke weed legally and drink

SHOT GUN SMOKE WITH TAMAKI HOT HOT HOT

Tamaki’s a lil high so he does it with mirio too and u end up doing it with nejire (your relationship def gets a lot better after the whole shipping situation bc yall talk about it and nejire ends up outing herself to you guys as a lesbian)

so if you’re a girl, Tamaki will def. tell her to watch herself when it comes to his girl but if you’re a dude- you guys are like oh... cool, good for you.

MMM  tourbus sex

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT AS A BAND YALL DIDN’T DO SOMETHING TOGETHER

you don’t Nejire anywhere near Tamaki tho, def a small cat fight while it happens 

TAMAKI GOT REALLY JELOUS WHEN MIRIO KISSED YOU OH MAN

Tamaki def fucked you several times while Mirio was listening bc TAMAKI WANTS HIM TOO KNOW WHO YOU BELONG TOO (cannon amajiki is a bottom and probably a pillow prince but fannon tamaki is a switch but in my head in this au TAMAKI IS A HARDCORE TOP)

Several occasions where you have to sit down during concerts bc tamaki ruined you minutes beforehand

FOR A FUCKING FACT yall do it in the dressing room and he just cums inside you and slips you’re underwear back on minutes before set AND U HAVE NO TIME TO CLEAN YOURSELF SO YOU’RE LIKE FUCK

mmm i love me some dom tamaki

Okay lets get to award shows

B E S T D R E S S E D C O U P L E A W A R D 

its something like this:  female / male

if y’all win something tamaki will NOT speak, way too many people are looking at him at the moment and he almost died during the pictures. 

“some many flashing cameras”

holds your hand tighter and y’all ask to get escorted out 

If y’all live together like only you and him, you’re house def is the definition of dark decor

if you guys every do get married, you aren’t getting a live band, everyone thought you did but it turns out it’s you guys in wedding attire- they love it.

Also very small wedding, somehow able to hide it from the pap and its like 50 people or so, mostly friends and like 1/3 family

100% LIKE PEWDIEPIES WEDDING. very very private but very nature/dark decor 

do y’all get wedding tattoos. yes. but not matching, not really.

do y’all tattoo each-other at the wedding... yes.

on your ring finger you have a sun and he has the moon.

you are the light that guides his threw the darkness  and he is your sun, always lighting up your life you know bc the sun lights up the moon

y’all just love eachother sorry

you don’t break up and y’all don’t expect to

BABIES Fem version

do you still play while pregnant yes

are people surprised, yell yeah

you gotta sit down tho bc your feet are killing you 

around the 6 to 9 month mark, the band goes on a break tamaki ends up going solo for a bit during the break and he makes you sing with him AND WOW do you get a larger fanbase bc of it. yes

angelic voice of a pregnant mother

it made tamaki horny, like how the fuck are are you so fucking great at fucking everything please let me fuck you god please

will whine, WILL CALL YOU MOMMY god yes

BABIES Male version.

Yall really wanted to adopt w one baby but the baby you liked had a twin so youre like HOW CAN U TAKE ONE AND NOT THE OTHER

they are twins but ones a boy and one is a girl

god you love them with all your heart

BABIES IN GENERAL (fem version yall have twins too, boy and girl)

they grow up to be band geeks, yall love it but your boy learns piano and the girl ends up playing the guitar (def not the outcome you guys thought it would be but you really dont care)

Let set names Mizuki for a girl, Haru for a boy. (legit beautiful moon and the sun)

Mizuki is very alternative meets fairy academia/ loves plants. probably a baby witch: has the same attitude as Tamaki

Haru is Dark Academia meets city pop / loves record, old gadgets and reading books: very much more like their other parent 

If y’all ever retire to just making music at home the kids are def. gonna take the band name and just put “The new gen” after it. You guys make fun of them for being unoriginal and they get pouty 

but they had you guys crying the first time they got a gig. they both sing, make music like billie and finneas and y’all just so proud. 

when you guys start getting older they will take you to award shows as their date to flex the fact that they are gen celebs who actually made something off of their parent success unlike some people

y’all just flex you’re kid bc they doing so well

just for shits and giggles (kids are like 22 at this point, you guys are like 46) :

Haru would probably get a girl pregnant during a one night stand and end up in a baby daddy situation

Mizuki probably steals Tamakis weeb and smokes it w lavander, you catch her and you’re like.... is it good? mother/father daughter smoke sesh

Haru is like “where’s mom, i need her to run by some notes- are you guys smoking? I’m telling dad.”

“It’s not like you’re dad doesn’t smoke either.” 

Haru and Mizuki are like “WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?!” 

“Since always... how’d you think he got over his stage fright? It’s not like i could go down on you’re dad every time before a concert to lift his nerves.”

Fake gagging from the two kids. 

You guys a def the parents who kinda don’t care about your image but you don’t let your kids go off easy

They are good kids who kept good grades and never got caught while doing trouble- so they are well respected and have liberty to do what they like.

There ends up being an article about your family and the cover is you guys- all of you with your nails painted and eyemakeup

very very controversial interview with strict and non liberals calling you guys bad parents and such

and you guys also talked about the topic about how you cared for your children. explaining that you guys stopped smoking, stopped drinking, kept a healty diet until they where 15. once they became 18 it was a very open enviroment, letting your kids grow the way they want and not suffocating them. not shoving down their beliefs and likes- they grew up the way they wanted to with the care of their parents.

parents kinda hate you ngl, yall too great sksksksk

yall also play the game where they ask you questions and if you don’t answer you have to take a shot

Mizuki: “Oh ew, please don’t answer this question... Have you ever had- *clears throat* have you guys ever had sex while we where in the house

Tamaki gets all red and shoves a shot down your throat and now you don’t get to answer “But I wanted to answer!” Haru is cringing hard and he takes a shot himself “You guys are gross”

Haru asks a question and just HATES IT “Oh god... Okay- Only because I wanna know I’m asking parent number 2 (you’re parent #2) Is the rumor of you guys doing the dirty with your band true. Did you guys have an orgy.”

You start to laugh your ass off but Mizuki and Tamaki are looking at eachother bc they cant believe they’ve done this Haru def is out of his shy bubble and now Mizuki has it

“You want a shot papa?” She asked tamaki, he just nodds and she fills it to the brim, “I think thats enough.” But before he’s able to reach for it, She shoots it down and put another one full for him

“Oh yeah, that’s true. Kinda i guess, it wasn’t really an orgy- It was more like two couples doing it in the same room while doing it but you’re uncle mirio did kiss me.”

Kids: Forever gagging

Tamaki: Forever blushing

You: Ah sweet memories :)

Request are open! You can request anyone from My Hero Academia (low key wont write for tsu or uraraka. Will not write for mineta), Haikyuu, Attack on Titan or Balance Unlimited!

[yikesharringrove]

This is probably asking a lot from you, but could I get a 5+1 story from you? I was thinking in honor of the day, five times someone jokingly called Steve a mom and the first time the kids meant it. Happy Mother's Day to you and all the beloved ladies you hold dear.

1.

“Jesus Christ. How do you not know how to do this?”

Steve pulled Dustin closer to him, making quick work of his tie. Dustin had been struggling for minutes with it, and he was already late for meeting his Homecoming date fro pictures.

“I’ve never had to tie one, Mom.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Not all of us grew up at Country Clubs.” Steve swatted at the side of Dustin’s head, making him yelp.

“Know how to tie a tie is a good skill to have.” He was fixing Dustin’s collar now, making sure the knot was straight. “Especially for someone like you who’s going to end up working in some professional research lab or something.”

“Not if I play my cards right and end up on an expedition team.” Steve could feel himself getting that soft smile on his face, thinking about Dustin all grown up, discovering new species in the rain forest. “Oh my God, Steve. You are a fucking mom.”

2.

“Wait, so you two are together? Like together, together.”

“Yes, Mike. It’s really not that difficult to understand.”

The party had let themselves into Steve’s house, because why wouldn’t they dig through the potted plants on the front step to find the spare key and barge in on Steve and Billy making out on the couch?

“Okay, but it’s Billy.” Dustin threw his hands around, extra dramatic.

“What’s wrong with Billy?” Max did this thing when she was confronting someone, puffed up like an angry cat.

“He’s an asshole!”

“Not for nothing, but so is Steve.” Steve slapped Billy’s chest. “See? He’s awful to me.”

“Look. Steve is like, like a mother to us. If you mess with him, we’ll, we’ll mess with you.” Steve thought it was so cute, Dustin getting in Billy’s face, giving him some kinda shovel talk.

“Mom or not, if you hurt Billy, I will personally shave your head.” Billy high-fived Max.

3.

Steve put another helping of potatoes on Will’s plate.

“Oh, thanks Steve. But, I’m, I’m okay.”

“Will, you’re so skinny. Eat the potatoes.” Billy rolled his eyes. It was Family Dinner Night at their shitty little apartment over the convenience store. Steve had been in the kitchen all day, making food for the little beasts.

Joyce had started Family Dinner Night with a few lasagnas and a glare at Hopper, and the tradition had grown, rotating every week between Billy and Steve’s place, The Byers-Hopper house, and Claudia Henderson’s immaculate dinning room. It was usually pot-luck style, but Steve loved cooking for these people, these people that loved him.

“If the kid says he’s full, he’s full.” Steve just shot Billy a Look.

“Will. Potatoes.” Will shoveled in a bite of the potatoes.

“Hey, Mom, will you throw some on my plate while you’re at it?” Max had a grin on her face as Steve just deftly took her plate, scooping some of the roasted potatoes on it, handing it back to her over Billy’s head.

4.

“Can I talk to you guys?”

Will had shown up at their little apartment early on Friday morning.

Billy had opened the door, shirtless and half asleep, had gone to rudely wake Steve up when he noticed how scared Will looked.

“Things have gotten, they’ve gotten kinda serious between me and Peter, and I, I want him to meet my mom and Jonathan, but I, I’m so nervous.” Will had been dating the same guy for the past year and a half, keeping it a secret from everyone but Billy and Steve. “I was just wondering if I could bring him around here some time, so that, so that we can kinda practice meeting the family and all that.”

Steve reached out, closing his fingers over Will’s wrist.

“Of course you can bring him. We’ll feel him out for you.”

“And beat the shit outta him if he’s not good enough for you.”

But Peter was sweet, he was kind to Will, and looked at him like he hung the fucking stars in the goddamn sky.

“Thank you both so much for welcoming me into your home. I was so nervous to meet Will’s family. He calls you guys his other parents.” Steve laughed, topping off his and Billy’s wine.

“That’s kind of a joke between his friends. They call me Mom.” Billy threw an arm over Steve.

“That’s because you are a little mom.” He kissed Steve’s head.

“Will told me you two were the first relationship he ever saw between two men. You are really important to him.” Steve’s were a little misty. Billy couldn’t poke fun at him with a tear in his own eye.

“Stop talking about me.” Will had come back from the bathroom, pushing Peter’s shoulder.

5.

“I can’t believe you two are leaving us.”

The kids were helping them pack the moving truck, taking boxes out of their little apartment and shoving them inside. The Camaro was going to be tethered to the back as they drove to California.

“None of you even live here anymore.” The kids were dispersed around the country, all away at university.

Billy and Steve had taken time off, had worked for a few years to save up enough money to get out. They had saved and saved, and were leaving, were started their new life, together.

“Yeah, but it’s the idea of it. I can’t believe our parents are abandoning us.” Billy tussled Mike’s hair, laughing as he pulled a bitch face, dodging outta the way.

El hugged Billy around the middle after putting a big box of dishes in the truck. He patted her hands, watching Steve get that fond look on his face.

“We’ll be back. And you guys can always come and visit.” The truck was loaded, the Camaro hitched to the back. It was time.

They took their turn hugging each kid.

“Don’t forget your kids out there in the Golden State. Remember, you’re a mother first.” Steve laughed throw his tears, holding all the kids close.

They climbed in the truck, waving out the windows as they set off, went west.

+1

The baby was wailing in Dustin’s arms.

“Um, Steve, I think your baby hates me.”

Billy and Steve had gotten cleared for adoption four months ago, but the agency was still hesitant to give two men a baby.

They had gotten a call a week and a half ago that said they were finally getting a baby, a daughter. She was two months old and was defined as a difficult case, born of a mother with a drug addiction, she started her life in withdrawals.

So she was fussy, to put it lightly.

But Steve had held her first, and Billy had cried, and most of the party had flown out to California to meet their precious little Aletta Rose Harrington-Hargrove.

Steve smiled softly at Dustin, reliving her from him. She quieted almost immediately when she was in his arms, reached up at his face. Her fist closed around the necklace he wore, the one that was Billy’s.

“She loves Steve. I would be offended, but he can get her to stop crying so fast.” Billy’s finger was in her other fist. He cooed down at his little daughter. She was still learning to smile, and everyone watched her closely as she made a gurggly little noise back at him.

“Well, Steve is the best mom in the world.” Steve was putting the now-calm little baby in Lucas’s arms. “God knows he had plenty of practice.” Aletta stuck her tongue out. Everyone aww’ed.

“Is it weird to anyone else that Mom and Dad are like, actual parents now?” Max was gently squeezing Aletta’s chubby little arm.

“Nah. Steven was born a mom.” Dustin clapped him on the shoulder. Steve’s cheeks were a little pink, but he was biting his lips to keep from fucking beaming.

[youralternantpersonality]

Thanksgiving

Paul x Reader: Thanksgiving

Warning: Child Protective Services (CPS) and Adult Protective Services (APS) involvement mentioned. Death of elderly, and implication of abuse and neglect are written

Takes place LONG after the war with the Volturi; Renesmee is 16 and Jake JUST imprinted on her. Not when she was a baby. Let’s just act like Bella didn’t almost die when she had her and they just moved away until recently, okay? Cool.

Also like I said before, all the imprints are the same age as the guys. No pedophilia bs is EVER in my stories.

***

I met Leah in my Sophomore year at Washington State. I was going into Development and Family Structure whereas she was going in to be an RN like her mother. We met in a Health and Sex class that was considered as an elective course. Because we had to travel across campus to make it to this class, we always ended up sitting in the back of the class together. Eventually creating a friendship that you’d rarely see develop and stick together. Now, we’re Juniors and I am currently packing to head to La Push with her and her boyfriend Lajohn for Thanksgiving since I didn’t have a family.

I was lucky if I’m honest. I was given to the state at 12 after CPS finally indicated that my parents weren’t fit to take care of me and my grandmother. Unfortunately, it took the death of my grandmother for anyone to do anything. Although I was given to the state at 12, I didn’t leave until I was 18. The likelihood of getting adopted after 10 is slim. I was happy for those who did, but it hurt to see some of them come back. You realize through others that just because the idea of parenting is wonderful, being a parent is completely different. I was lucky enough to take advantage of resources that were provided for me and some of the other kids that lead me to this point.

I got my first job at 16 and worked from then onward. I applied to college and financial aid as fast as I was able to so that I wouldn’t be alone. I receive enough grants and scholarships for my associates and now working on my bachelor's. My previous roommates were, well, trash; which motivated me to get a job and move into the nearby apartments. My roommates now are chill, we all just don’t talk to one another. Which lead me back to this moment at my apartment.

“I don’t know what to wear!” I said looking in my closet for a perfect outfit to bring to Thanksgiving.

“I don’t know why you’re stressing about it. I told you, no one is going to care. But, if you’re that worried, wear the ripped jeans and the black off the shoulder sweater shirt. Oh! And the booties!” Leah said going through my closet. Even though she says and acts like she doesn’t care about fashion and appearance, I know deep down in the pits of hell that we call her soul, that she really and truly still doesn’t, but she has a soft spot for it.  

“Thank you! Oh, and I’m mad at you, you bitch.” I said packing up the outfit.

“What, why?”

“You got your eyebrows done without me! You see mine looking like Chewbacca over here!”

“I’d say more like baby Chewbacca…”

“That’s not the point!”

“Sorry, look, it should be around 12:30 or 1 by the time we get to Seattle, we’ll stop there. I promise.” She says smiling while hugging me. Bitch.

“Fine. Now let’s go before Lajohn comes up here like a brat crying.” We laugh and start heading towards the door. We have a long seven and a half hours to get to La Push. Let’s see how this goes.

~

We stop to get something to eat, fill up, and get my eyebrows done. Lajohn took that time to fall asleep in the car because knowing us, we’d get sidetracked and find some shit for everyone. But we resisted! Mainly because our paychecks don’t come in until next week and I’m barking on this dinner and the leftovers (if there is any based on what Leah tells me about her brothers) to last me until then.

 Paul’s POV

“Alright guys, now Leah is bringing her friend Y/n. can we please not repeat what happened when she brought Lajohn over to meet us.” Sam said, looking directly at Quil, Collin, and me.

“I swear I didn’t start it!” Collin tried to defend himself.

“It doesn’t matter who did or didn’t start it! We can’t have y/g knowing what we are. Lajohn is Leah’s imprint, she’s just her friend. Got it!” Jacob stated. I rolled my eyes but said nothing. I won’t lie though, I haven’t seen someone run as fast as he did, especially when he is almost as big as us and just as human as the next person.

“We won’t, I promise. Scouts honor.” Making a joke about this situation.

“You weren’t in boy-scouts Paul,” Jared said.

“That’s beside the point. Look, we’re not going to do anything to out us again.” I said with a smile. Not one person believed a damn thing I said, hell I don’t think I did either. But it’s worth a shot.

“Well now that we have that settled, we have to meet up with the Cullen’s. There’s going to be some unwelcome visitors stopping by in a few days, and the last thing we need is to deal with this on Thanksgiving.” Jacob said. We all got up and begrudgingly met up with the leeches. Can’t they give us a break?

Y/n POV

We pull up to this cozy small house with a swing set on the porch. A lady who I’ve seen in Leah’s room steps out of the house to greet us. I can positively assume she’s Leah’s mom.

“Lajohn! How are you!” She says, ready to embrace the giant man twice her size. Compared to Ms. Clearwater, he was a good foot and a half above her. Compared to Leah, a half a foot maybe. He was “6’7”, black hair in a fade, soft brown eyes, mocha skin, slim yet buff, and a complete gentle giant. He and Leah met in their anatomy class. She said she walked into class late after getting lost and the only seat available was in the front. The bad news was, she had one of those teachers who was a stickler and a petty asshole. He made it hell for her. The good news was, she met Lajohn who was good at the class and had no problem tutoring her. It was “Love at first sight” for both of them.

“Sounds like some hallmark bullshit. Let me guess, it was raining, you were soaking wet, and by the end of class he gave you his jacket and you looked into each other eyes and BAM! Instant connection.” I laughed. She rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up Bunny. One day, it’ll happen to you. $20 says it will”

“What, falling in love or love at first constipation?” she gives me a look, and I just smile.

“Love you too Leah-bird” I laugh.

I snap back to reality to Leah joking around with another person coming out of the house. He looked just as big as Lajohn but resembled Leah and her mom. I can assume this was Seth. I step out and walk over to everyone as Lajohn goes to the car to get our luggage.

“Mom, this is my best friend-”

“Holy shit, Leah can make friends!?” Said the babyface giant.

“Will you shut up Seth! Yes, I can. Can you get a girlfriend? No, you can’t. So, hush.”

“Ouch Leah. That hurt.” He says folding his arms over his heart and rolling his eyes with a sad look on his face. I just want to make him cookies and tell him its okay.

“Anyways, this is my best friend Y/n. Y/n/n, this my mother Sue and my annoying-”

“Yet handsome.”

“-Little brother, Seth.” She says, ignoring him completely.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you guys. I’ve seen pictures of you guys back at Leah’s apartment and she talks about home all the time.”

“It's nice to meet you too Y/n. Come on in and let the guys get your stuff.”

“Yeah, Seth, chop-chop little puppy,” Leah says clapping her hands to rush him. He just looks at her and gives her the finger when their mom isn’t looking and walks towards the back of the car. I can hear him and Lajohn talking about some pack of cold ones. I don’t think Seth is old enough to drink…

The next day: Thanksgiving

For the rest of yesterday evening, Leah and Ms. Sue (who keeps on insisting I drop the Ms. Part; I will not, my grandmother taught me to always say Mr., Ms., and Mrs.,) showed me around town and I was able to meet Emily and Sam, and Jacob and Billy. They seemed welcoming. Emily especially, although, Sam, Jacob, and Billy seemed on edge with me. I told that to Leah and she reassured me that their faces and attitudes are always like that with everyone. Lajohn eased my worrying saying they were worse with him because he was dating Leah. He was more scared of Seth and their mom out of everyone though.

Currently, Leah, Ms. Sue, Lajohn, and I are on our way to Emily and Sam’s place. When we pull up, we’re greeted by her and a few other girls from the reservation. We walk up and I’m automatically hugged by this small “5’8” girl with wild layered hair with streaks of color in it.

“Hey everyone! Y/n, this is my niece Clair. Sorry, she just gets excited about meeting new people. And this is Halulah and Kim, Embry and Jared’s girlfriends. Come one inside, the guys will be back in an hour or so. That should give us enough time to finish the turkey and dessert.” I waved at them and we all went inside. That time was short-lived until we heard wolves howling in the distance and Sam and Lajohn were out the door. I was about to ask what that was about but was cut off by Leah shoving plates in my hands to set up the table.

A little while later, we hear laughter and thumping of footsteps coming from the front door.

“HONEY I’M HOME! Ouch! Jared! What was that for?!” one voice said.

“For being a dumbass, that’s why.” I assume is Jared’s voice.

“Language!” said Seth followed by a loud punch and a yelp from him.

“Ouch, damnit Paul! That hurt!” said Seth.

“LaNgUaGe!” said, who I can assume is Paul with a bolstering laugh. Emily rolled her eyes and looked at Sam, who looked at them before they turned the corner. A choir of “sorry” and “my bad” was said before they showed themselves.

“Y/n, I’d like you to meet my children for all intended purposes. The boy who is giving Clair a piggyback ride to is Quil; the boy hugging Halulah is Embry—the one I told you about. This is Jared, Kim’s—godforsaken—boyfriend.”

“Hey! I’m not that bad!” she ignores him.

“Jake should be here with his girlfriend Nessie in a little bit, and the one behind us thinking I CAN’T SEE HIM STEALING THE TURKEY! Is Paul.” I looked behind her and catch a red-handed guilty-looking, Paul.

“Hey, at least I tri-” he stops mid-sentence as our eyes connect. I felt like I was in my apartment room reaching cloud 9. Everything around me blurred and all I saw was him. I felt my heart skip a beat and was knocked the air out of me. I couldn’t move, didn’t hear a sound, and kind of dizzy. I snap back when I hear laughter.

“Aww! Bunny! See! I told you it would happen!” Leah says laughing. I look at her confused then looked back at everyone else who was laughing too. Paul coughed and I looked at him. His expression went from being shocked, angry, sad, then content and surprised. He looked at Sam then walked over to me. Standing in front of me, he smiles and introduces himself.

“Hey, I’m Paul. What’s your name beautiful?” Damn, I guess I owe Leah $20.

[femmeharringrove]

Another summer, another fight. It scared them to find demogorgons roaming the forests of Hawkins again, the immediate concern being that another gate was open somewhere, but instead of a gate they found a nest; they'd been breeding in this dimension. There are unknowns here, of course. How long were they nesting? How many escaped the fight? How many escaped Hawkins before they even knew the nest was there?

But unknowns can wait. The battle is over, things are okay for now. Steve's destination isn't the Byers' home, not this time, but he's got a car full of chatty teenagers to drop off so he drives on autopilot. The kids won't make anything of his silence until much later, they hardly notice it now. But Steve can't talk, can hardly focus on anything but the eternal trip to the familiar home filled with warmth and relief and family, his family. The kids clamber out and Dustin hesitates, asks Steve if he's coming in.

He's not, he can't, but he smiles his most reassuring grin, runs a fond hand over the teen's curls, and promises to be inside in a minute. Dustin smiles back and nods before scampering inside. Steve watches with a sad sort of relief; his kids are safe, his loved ones are alive. Most of them are, anyway. They survive this time, and so he calls it a success.

Steve looks down at his bloodied jacket and groans softly. He's not making it this time, and he's okay with it.

The Beemer moves out of the driveway silently and he finds the strength to reach the quarry before the car turns off. He should go home, but his mother won't appreciate if he drips blood on her carpets. The quarry is his safe space, these trees know his secrets well. This is where he used to come with Billy long ago, when those ocean eyes and bright smile were still around. This is where their friendship blossomed over beer cans and rolled joints, where Billy trusted him with the truth about Neil and where Steve trusted him with his whole heart. They made love here, hidden away in their cars, they danced to old cassettes and talked about running away to California and making a life for themselves. This is where Steve came after Starcourt, face bruised and ribs broken and heart shattered. He grieved here, healed here, learned to move on here. It's almost fitting that he choose to die here, too. Bittersweet, he thinks.

He turns the car off and thinks about Dustin, about his kids. They'll be finishing high school soon. Dustin's already got an acceptance letter from some big tech school out in California, and Will's gotten a hefty scholarship to a New York arts school. Max is going to law school, she told him not very long ago, and he knows she's going to make one hell of a lawyer. Lucas and Mike are going to North Carolina, and El isn't quite ready to leave the nest yet, but when she does, when Hop lets her go, Steve knows she'll do something amazing. He wishes desperately he could be there to see it, but he's fading fast; the flow of blood from the gruesome series of bites along his torso is slow, but it's adding up. He hopes they don't grieve too hard, that they don't miss him too badly. Especially Dustin.

Dustin, his favorite child. His best friend. Claudia's told him several times even she saw him as an extension of their family, the older brother and mentor her Dusty always needed. The kid's loud, obnoxious at times, but Steve loves him fiercely and he hopes, really hopes that the kid knows that. He's got a letter in his desk for Henderson, for each of his kids, for everyone in his life, wrote them in an emotional haze after Starcourt nearly four years ago when he almost died in a Russian base. There's even a letter for Billy, a farewell to the love of his life. Steve hopes the kids get those letters so that they can at least have that closure, that form of goodbye. That's what those letters are, really. Three nights after the mall he wrote them just in case he died without the chance to say goodbye. Those letters hold everything he's ever wanted to say but never felt able to.

When they're found, Steve wonders what his parents will think. He wonders if his mother will cry, if his father will feel remorse for his absence. It hurts that he's dying without the chance to heal their broken relationship, and in his dark car he finds himself aching for his mother's hug, his father's hand stroking his hair. He wants to tell them that he loves them, in spite of everything. He wants to say sorry, he's sorry he wasn't the child they wanted him to be. But most of all, he just wants their company.

He knows Joyce will cry, thinks Hopper might too. Nancy and Robin are going to cry, there's no doubt in his mind. Steve hopes they don't feel guilt over this, that they don't blame themselves. Because it's not their fault, no matter what they may tell themselves. Robin's going to take this hard, he's abandoning his partner in crime. He hopes she finds another, that she gets to run off to Nashville and get her music gig going. He hopes she finds a girl who loves her goofy ways as much as he does. He hopes Nancy chases her dreams, that she catches them, that she and Jonathan live a happy life together. He hopes everyone lives a happy life after this. He hopes they move on.

"It's gonna take a while, Pretty Boy." Steve opens his eyes (when did he close them?) and slowly rolls his head to the side, stares at Billy in the passenger seat. Billy looks youthful and happy, his skin tanned and freckled and free of the Mind Flayer's scars. He's holding Steve's goodbye letter. Steve blinks once, twice, smiles faintly.

"I've missed you, dumbass," he grumbles, and Billy laughs easily. The sound is floaty and musical.

"Ditto, Stevie." He smiles fondly, and for a second Steve feels like they're teenagers again, sharing their affection in the safe confines of the quarry. Steve can forget the grave reality of the situation. He smiles back, reaches out to poke Billy's warm cheek, and slid his gaze lazily back out towards the lake.

"Is it scary?"

"Not really." Billy shakes his head. "Not when you know what's coming." Steve nods in acknowledgement.

"Can I do anything to stop it?" he asks. The blonde shakes his head again, his smile soft and sad.

"Nah. Sorry, Babydoll, but your time's running out." Steve takes a shuddering breath, nods again. Billy's hand seeks his out, squeezes gently. "Hey, look at me." He waits until Steve obliges, unfocused eyes settling on him. "You did good, Steve. You did real good."

"I don't want to leave them," he whispers, and he's starting to tear up now, the gravity of the situation setting in. "Who's gonna look after them, Bill? I can't - I can't just leave them." Billy leans in as Steve's voice wobbles, his calloused hand wiping the brunette's tears away while he hushes him softly.

"They're going to be okay," he soothes. "Trust me. You've done everything you can, you've done your job. You've been the best damn babysitter this world's ever seen." Billy's arms wrap around him comfortingly. "You've taken such good care of them, now it's time for you to rest." Steve sniffles as he leans into his boyfriend's arms, closing his eyes again.

"You think so?" he manages to ask.

"I know so." A hand runs gently over Steve's wild hair. "I worried about that too, was real worried about you and Max. But look at you." Billy shifts, tilts Steve's head and gets the dying man to look at him again. "You went off to police school or whatever they call it, you became a cop." And Steve had, he'd been a cop for two years. It was the right choice in his mind, even if his parents weren't keen on the idea. Hopper was proud of him, though, and everyone else supported him the whole way through. Judging from the look in Billy's eyes, the blonde is proud of him too. "You've helped those little shitbirds through high school, you've given Buckley a real friend, you've been there for Wheeler and her boy toy which is really impressive, sweetheart, because they drive me nuts." Steve snorts softly, a faint smile on his face, and Billy chuckles before pressing on. "You brought a little sunshine to everyone's life, Steve, and that's amazing. You've left your mark on them all forever. Those kids? They're never going to forget you. None of them will. And it won't be easy for them, losing you, but you moved on after me, didn't you? They're going to keep going. But I promise, they won't forget Steve Harrington." Billy's voice is so confident and soft, Steve can't help but believe him. He worries for his little family still, but he believes the other man. They're going to be okay, somehow. He doesn't have to worry anymore.

So instead, he presses closer to Billy, ignores the dull pain in his body, and smiles.

"Now what?" he asks. Billy hums low in his throat as he cards thick fingers through Steve's hair.

"Now, we move to California," he chuckles. "Right by the beach, baby. We'll watch the sum set over the ocean every night, adopt a couple of dogs or some shit. It'll be good." Steve hums softly.

"Sounds good," he agrees. He's silent for a little while after that. Steve's body feels numb, but that doesn't startle him. "Hey, Bill?"

"Yes, Bambi?"

"I thought you were supposed to feel cold when you die." Steve blinks hazy and slow, a soft smile on his face. "But I just feel really warm." Billy squeezes him gently.

"Warm is good, Pretty Boy," he murmurs. "It's over, Steve, close your eyes. You can rest now." The brunette nods, almost closes his eyes, but stops.

"You'll stay?" he asks.

"I'll stay," Billy promises. "Sleep, Sunshine. I'll be here when you wake up." Satisfied by that answer and too tired to keep his heavy eyelids open, Steve closes his eyes, smiles softly, and falls asleep.

It's Hopper who finds him just past dawn, after spending much of the night searching for the young cop. He has to sit down, can't move for a few minutes after the discovery. Dustin screams when they get to the hospital, crumples on the floor and begs Hopper to bring his best friend back. Max outright faints at the news and spends the day clinging to El, who can't stop crying longer than five minutes. Robin begs them to tell her it's a joke and rages for a few minutes before dissolving into tears herself. Steve's parents get the call in their Tokyo hotel room just before going out for the night; his mother trembles so hard she can't even try to stand. If his father feels anything at the news, he's good at hiding it. They come home to arrange the funeral and are faced with several teenagers waiting for them, Dustin yells at them until Hopper steps in. His mother looks at his lifeless face and whispers an apology he can't hear.

Steve Harrington is laid to rest next to his old high school rival, and an old nail-studded bat is left at the headstone. Nancy gives a tear-jerking eulogy at his funeral, and Dustin barely gets through a smaller speech about his big brother. Max writes a speech, but ultimately is only able to tell the small crowd that Steve was the brightest ray of sun in her darkest time. His parents allegedly were "too emotional" to speak about their son, and no one questions it. Joyce speaks, though, about this heartbreakingly sweet boy she came to love as her own, and Hopper says he would have been proud to have the kid as his son.

His letters are found and are handed out that night, and Max leaves his letter for Billy by the other's headstone unread. They all cry through the words scrawled out in that familiar handwriting, his assurances of love and pride for them all, and promises that they would get through this. Sitting at the quarry that same night, sharing laughter and tears and memories of the man, they decide that maybe, even if they can't see it now, Steve's right. They'll try and get through this. It's hard navigating a storm when the sun's been lost, but they're going to try.

[lo-mindpalace]

22 – “I cursed the gloom that set upon us, But I know that I love you so…”

Warning: Characters deaths and description of a “possibility” to the end of season 15. If you’re sensitive to the end of the show, please be careful. I made myself cry while writing it so I don’t want to trigger anyone. (I’m a sensitive crybaby tho)

(DEAN’S POV)

 “Sammy! Hold on. Come on, you can do it.”

I couldn’t hide the distress in my voice anymore. Sammy was in a bad shape, exhausted and a lot of wounds on his body. I was exhausted too, and bloody as Hell. But my brother’s state was more important than my broken carcass. Sam was alive but so tired, he didn’t have any strength left. I clicked my tongue on my teeth and looked around me. The red sky and the stormy clouds made the landscapes very gloomy. The thunder was growling. Heaven was falling and the destruction of Hell was making the ground tremble. Monsters, Angels, Demons, Humans, everyone was either fighting with madness or hiding in order to survive. This was the end. Our world was ending as Chuck decided it so. We tried to fight back. God is hurt and Amara too but they ran away, Jack and Billie chasing them. We tried to follow them but we had to protect our people. It was awful. We lost so many people. Charlie and Bobby from the Apocalyptical world – losing them again. Garth. Donna. Claire. Kaia. Patience. Well… Only Jody and Alex were still alive, if we can call being seriously injured and broken on the inside being “alive”. Everyone fought bravely but almost everyone died, and now my little brother was exhausted and I couldn’t let him die too.

I saw Baby on a corner, still alive. I nodded to myself and looked at Sam, semi-conscious.

“Okay, Sammy. Imma carry you to the Impala. I will take care of you, little brother. Hold on.”

I didn’t expect an answer so I immediately carried my giant and heavy brother. Some of my wounds opened again with the effort and it hurt like Hell but I had to keep going. And that’s what I did. I managed to put Sam in the car, in the passenger seat. I entered the car too and started it. I drove until we were in Lawrence, Kansas, where all had begun. The bunker was gone so he didn’t have a home anymore. But we had Baby. I stopped the car under a shelter made of metal sheets. Jody was here with Alex. The young woman was trying to heal her adoptive mother. When they saw Sam, their faces crumpled even more. There was no hope in their eyes anymore, and to be honest, I was no longer sure if I still had an ounce of hope left in me either. I sighed and put Sam on a kind of hospital bed we brought here. I bandaged my brother as much as I could and let him rest. I went out of the shelter and looked around me, the city of Lawrence or what was left of it. Most of the houses were destroyed. It was silent like in a graveyard.

Suddenly, I heard a car passing by us. I turned my head and saw Cas. My face crumpled, all my worry faded as I saw him still being alive. He just had the time to get out of the car that I rushed into his arms, gripping him like I was gripping to life. He was still alive.

“Son of a bitch, you scared me to death.” I said in an accusatory tone.

“I’m sorry, Dean… I’m here…”

I immediately withdrew. I didn’t like the way he was speaking. I looked at the angel with a frowny face. He was more tired than ever. He sighed and looked at me with a sad face.

“I may have found a way to help Jack and Billie. But I don’t know how much it will cost me.”

“No. Don’t say something like this whereas I only found you again.” I said, raising my voice.

“Dean, if there is any chance to save this world and save you and what is left of our family, I will take this opportunity, no matter what.”

“No matter what? You mean, ‘no matter if you have to die’?!”

I began to feel tears of anger and distress. No. He couldn’t do this to me. Castiel sighed again.

“Maybe I won’t die… Maybe I will just… give up on my grace.”

It was like my world was collapsing around me – well it was really collapsing though. Cas was ready to sacrifice himself, again. It was unfair. So unfair. I discovered my feelings toward him not so long ago and we… We have been dating since then and… No. I couldn’t accept that. Not anymore. I couldn’t let him go with Jack while I’m standing here with my poor brother. I had to do something too. I had to. I was unable to pronounce a damn word at the moment, everything was stuck in my throat. I was always bad with words anyway. But I really needed to tell Cas everything, but I couldn’t, as usual.  

Castiel cupped my face with one hand and stroked my cheek with his thumb. He gave me a faint smile, his beautiful and deep blue eyes immersing themselves into my green ones.

“I cursed the gloom that set upon us, But I know that I love you so…”

“So what…? You are ready to sacrifice yourself again?” I said, almost whispering.

I congratulated myself for having been able to say something. But I immediately focused on Castiel again, my speedy heartbeat hitting my chest.

“If it’s for saving you and the others, then yes. If I can only sacrifice my grace, then it’s better.”

“But Cas… Your grace…”

“It would be like this Elf woman who sacrificed her immortality for the man she loves, in the Lord of the Rings. You showed me those movies.”

I shook my head, making a humorless chuckle. A part of me was proud that Castiel had this freaking reference but this conversation and the price behind it were too serious. I gripped Castiel’s trenchcoat and squeezed it.

“Cas, we are not in a movie, this is real…” I said almost with a strangled voice.

Castiel erased my tears with his thumb and rested his forehead against mine. We both closed our eyes, our breaths mixing together. We remained silent for long minutes until I felt my angel kissing my forehead.

“I have to try.” He said. “I need to try and give Jack more power so he can have a chance to survive. I’ve been human before, so, I can be human again. If it means to survive and save this world, I’ll accept my fate.”

While speaking, Castiel put a little paper with something written on it in my hand. I frowned and looked at Cas with a confused face.  

“Take Jody, Alex and your brother to the Impala and go to this address. It’s not that far. Maybe one-hour-drive from here. I can’t tell you everything because I don’t even know myself, but go there. We will meet each other again in this place, I promise.”

“Promise me I will find you there alive.” I said nervously.

Castiel lowered his head. I sighed and bit my lips in order not to sob. Of course he couldn’t be sure of that. It was stupid from me to ask this from him. I swallowed hard and nodded, whispering a soft “okay”. My angel was about to say something but I couldn’t hear more of it. So, I cupped his angelic face and crashed my lips into his, kissing him as if it was the last time – and maybe it was. Castiel returned it and we kissed each other for long seconds, even minutes, simply enjoying this moment, having his body against mine, tasting his soft lips. I hated chick flick moments but right now, I didn’t fucking care if I looked like a wife saying goodbye to his husband whose going to war. I didn’t want a farewell and yet, maybe it was. We withdrew our lips just in order to breathe and sniff, tears rolling down our cheeks.

“I love you so much…” I said in a sobbing whisper.

“I love you, Dean Winchester. I will always love you.”

“Fuck, I wish our story would have begun way sooner than six fucking months.” I managed to say, my lips shaking too much.

“Our story began the day I raised you from perdition.” Castiel said before kissing me again.

I sobbed against my angel’s lips. He tried to soothe me one last time before withdrawing completely. He took my hand and stroked it.

“See you there, Dean…”

“See ya, Cas…”

I looked at my guardian angel, my savior, my lover, going into his car, looking at me one last time before starting the car and driving away from me. I guessed my heart went with him because at the moment I couldn’t feel a damn thing. I stayed there, alone, for a few seconds before passing a tired hand over my face, wiping my tears away. I looked behind me and saw that Sammy was looking at me too. Shit, he saw it. He saw me, all weak and hopeless, and broken. I took a deep breath and walked toward him. Now, I had to follow the plan. To go to the place Cas told me to. I needed to be strong for my little brother. For Jody and Alex. For Jack. For Cas. I needed to keep fighting. Until the end. No matter what. Because that’s what we always did.

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Hey, hope you liked it... Sorry for the sad OS... I tried to make an open ending at least...

[jynxes]

Leather n’ Red - Reggie Peters

Summary: Much like the deceased boys of Sunset Curve, Duchess died right before the gig that could’ve been her band’s big break. Thing is, she left the dark room a little earlier than they did, made a couple friends and learned a few tricks. What will happen when she and the boys can be seen when singing with Julie, the only alive person that can see them all?

Paring: Reggie Peters x Duchess Himura (OC)

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Mild swearing

A/N: Here’s the first chapter! This is all I have prewritten so the next chapters will be a lot slower coming out, school being a pain in the ass and all.

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Chapter One // Holy Shit! You’re Sunset Curve!

I've been here about two months now and I've grown familiar with the Molinas, even though only Carlos can see me. Carlos has a sister named Julie. From what I've gathered Julie is in the music program at her school, but she hasn't played or sang since her mom died, I feel really bad for her and I wish I could help. Carlos and Julie's dad is called Ray and he is an amazing father, always willing to help his children in any way he can, he has a kind heart and although he doesn't even know I exist he's kind of unknowingly adopted me.

Carlos has taken to calling me Dee or DeeDee and whenever Ray or Julie ask him who Dee is, he just says a friend from school. I call him Calo or Carlito in response and he seems to like the nickname.

I've also managed to make a ghost friend. Billy is lots of fun, he's helped me get up to speed with a lot of pop culture and slang and stuff. Also while he's a daredevil he's also a bit of a dork, he's really made the transition to ghost life a lot easier and a lot more fun.

I was walking down to the garage when I hear a song I haven't heard in a while, Now or Never by Sunset Curve, and then suddenly I'm falling again just like I was when I left the dark room. When I open my eyes, I see that I'm in the studio, and that I'm not alone. I hear groans from next to me and there are three guys there, we all begin to pick ourselves up and I look at them, they seem familiar.

They all let out a couple 'Whoa's as they stand up, then one of the guys looks around and raises a hand, "How did we get back here?"

Then Julie looks right at us and starts screaming and pointing, which makes the boys scream and jump, which makes me scream. What can I say? I like being included. Julie runs out of the studio and the guys turn to me with questioning looks on their faces.

"Who are you?" the blonde one asks.

"I'm Duchess, wait- you can see me?" I ask.

"Yeah, wait- you can see us?" the brunette retorts.

"Yeah, ghosts?" I question.

"Ghosts," the black haired one replies.

"I'm sorry, you said your name was Duchess?" the blonde one asks for confirmation and I nod, "I'm Alex."

"Nice to meet you Alex, and you two are..." I trail off, looking to the other two.

"I'm Reggie," the black haired one responds with a goofy smile.

"And I'm Luke," the brunette says, putting his hand out for a handshake which I oblige to.

"Wait a minute," I say, snapping my fingers, "You three look familiar, but I can't quite place it."

"Oh! We're in a band," Luke says, with a golden retriever smile, "Sun-"

"Holy Shit! You're Sunset Curve!" I exclaim.

"She knows us," Reggie says looking at the other two proudly.

"Well, yeah! You guys are awesome!" I say.

Then we hear footsteps and I grab them, "She's coming back, let's hide!"

Julie then walks into the studio cautiously holding a cross out in front of her and scanning the area.

"Are you still here...whatever you are?" she asks, still scanning the garage. She walks to the piano and drops her hands to her sides, "I know I saw something. I'm not crazy."

This prompts the boys and I to poof behind her.

"Well we're all a little crazy," Luke says with a grin, causing Julie to throw the cross in front of her again, screaming.

"Oh my god! Please stop screaming!" Alex pleads with her and she obeys.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my mom's studio?" she demands, quite fairly, I mean how would you react if three dudes and a gal just showed up while you were listening to music?

"Your mom's studio?" Luke questions, walking towards Julie and she shoves her cross in front of him, causing him to raise his arms in surrender, "This is our studio," Luke says cockily, which does NOT check out.

He begins circling around her, shifting across the piano as she chases him with the cross, "Trust me, my... The grand piano is new, and... and... and..." ," he stammers, getting off the piano as Julie shoves the cross in the rest of our faces.

He then screams, "My couch!" through some giggles before throwing himself onto the couch I've been sleeping on for the last couple of months. He sighs happily before looking at a guitar beside the couch, "That is definitely not my six-string."

He sits on the couch for a second, looking really confused before looking around the studio and at the ceiling. He then walks over the coffee table asking, "Can you give me just one second?" while Julie still shoves the cross in his face, causing him to stammer and back up to the boys and I, "Just...give me a second. Thank you."

He then brings the guys into a huddle, which I decide to stay out of. I instead walk over to Julie who, surprise, shoves the cross in my face.

"I come in peace and mean no harm," I say, raising my arms in surrender. "I don't know these guys so I'm just gonna stay out of their huddle, is that okay?" I ask, Julie just shrugs her shoulders but keeps her cross in front of her keeping me at arms-length.

The guys whisper in their huddle for a few moments and while I don't hear much, I think they called Julie a witch. I mean, I don't know much about witches, I think Wiccans are pretty cool, but I don't think they hold crosses, I think that's kinda the opposite of witches, but whatever.

Julie and I share a look and then we here Alex say "Ok, let someone," he puts his hand on his chest, "with a softer touch handle this."

Alex then proceeds to walk a couple feet from the others and look at Julie and I, then he yells, "Why are you in our studio?"

Wow, so much for a softer touch.

Julie gives him a look before stepping forward and pushing her cross through him, she pulls it out and looks at it, "Oh my gosh! How did you do that?" she demands.

I step closer to the boys and Alex looks a little fed up, "Clearly, you're not understanding," he turns to us, "She doesn't get it. Okay, look. We're ghosts, all right? We're just four ghosts, and three of us are really happy to be home. So, thank you for the flowers. They really brighten up the room," he says sarcastically before stepping back to the rest of us.

Luke then pipes up, "We're in a band called Sunset Curve."

Reggie chimes in, "Tell your friends," and I smile, thinking of how I used to say that.

"Oh, them, not me, I'm not with them," I stammer, realizing Julie might've thought I was.

"Last night was supposed to be a really big night for us. It was gonna change our lives," Luke says seriously. It confuses me because they died like ten years before me, wait- they were probably in the dark room even longer than I was. Shit, how am I gonna break it to them?

Alex leans into Luke and kinda whispers, "I'm, uh...I'm pretty sure it did."

Julie shakes her head, lowers the cross and takes out her phone, "This is freaking me out," then she holds the cross in front of us again.

Luke is the first to question the device in her hand, "What is that? What are you doing?"

"It's my phone," Julie deadpans, before smiling to herself, "No! Stop talking to them. They aren't real. There's no such thing as cute ghosts."

Reggie smirks at this, "Oh, think we're cute?" making Julie give him a look, they seem to be earning a lot of these Look™'s so they do.

Julie begins tapping on her phone and Alex seems interested, "Who ya callin'?"

"I'm Googling Sunset Swerve," she looks at us.

"Sunset Curve," we all correct her, Reggie and I even drawing curves in the air.

Julie looks back to her phone and reads what it says, "Whoa, there is a Sunset Curve. You did die. But not last night."

The boys all look confused and I know now that this is the moment of truth, even Julie looks confused as she tells them, "Twenty-five years ago?"

Reggie is the first to object, "What? No. No, no, no. Th-th- that's impossible. After we floated out of the ambulance, all we did was go to that weird, dark room where Alex cried."

It seems like Alex didn't appreciate the call out and so he begins to protest. In a very high-pitched voice, "Well...I don't think...I think we were all pretty upset. Okay."

"But that was just like for an hour," Luke says, looking to Julie again, "we just showed up here."

Julie shows us her phone, "Look. I'm just telling you what my phone says," and the boys all lean in to see the writing, "See? You died in 1995. When you were 17. It's now 2020," she reveals.

The realization on their faces is almost heart breaking, Reggie being the first to speak, "So, this is the future?"

Julie rolls her eyes and takes back her phone. Alex then seems to go into panic mode, "Wait. So... So, it has been 25 years? I have been crying for 25 years? How is that possible?!"

"Well, you're a very emotional person," Reggie immediately rationalizes.

"I am not!" Alex protests, emotionally.

"Wait, what about you? Sunset Curve was a boy band," Julie turns to me.

"Oh, I was in a different band," I begin, "Called Moonrise Edge. We were kinda big locally in 2005, we started because of Sunset Curve, actually."

The grins on the boys' faces were enormous as I continue, "I was also gonna have a big gig before I died."

Then Carlos walks into the garage and I hold my finger to my lips when he sees me. He talks to Julie, "Thought you were afraid to come out here."

The boys part for Carlos to have an unobstructed path to Julie. He smiles crossing his arms as he asks, "You talking to your ghost friend? How does he look? Is he hideous?"

I giggle at the questions, I know that was half his intention, so I let him have this one.

Alex moves and looks at Reggie, "He can see you," I snort at the accusation.

Julie, being a dumbass, looks to Alex and says, "No, he can't."

Carlos looks around him and I cover my mouth, trying not to let it slip he can see me, "What?" he asks.

Julie just shakes her head lightly and tries to change the topic, "Uh...what do you want?"

"A normal sister, for starters," I had to bite my lip so that I didn't laugh at that one, "Stop being weird and come eat," I wink at him and he nods his head so discreetly I almost missed it, then he leaves.

We all turn to Julie and you can almost hear the cogs turning in her head.

"He couldn't see you," she states dumbly. I'm gonna let the boys handle this one, lying to your new friend isn't the best way to start a friendship.

"Yeah. I mean, that's..." Alex trails off, "usually how ghosts work."

Julie sighs and walks to the entrance of the garage.

"Look, I'm very sorry for what happened to you all, but this isn't your studio anymore. You have to leave," she lays down the law. This is gonna make it very awkward for me, I've been staying here these past few months, I can't just up and leave, I've got nowhere to go. Julie begins to leave but then Luke stops her.

"But wait. We..." he trails off as she turns around, "We didn't get your name."

"It's Julie," she states simply.

"Cool," he chuckles, "I-I'm Luke-"

He cuts himself off as Julie brings back the cross of doom, "by...by the way. And this is," he waves his hand and Reggie takes over.

"Reggie. I'm Reggie," he smiles, "Hey."

Luke then points to Alex, "And..."

"Alex. How's it going?" the blonde boy asks.

"And finally," Luke points to me.

"Oh! I'm, uh, I'm Duchess," I stutter, not expecting to be included in their little intro thing.

Luke then shows us off with his hands, softly saying, "Ba-da."

Julie eyes us all before shrugging, "Okay?" and walking off.

We all look at each other and Reggie breaks the silence with a goofy smile, "Julie seems nice."

"Did you miss the part where she kicked us out or..?" Alex asks rhetorically and when Reggie looks stunned, he just sighs, "Yes. Okay."

They then all look at me expectantly, "What? Why are you looking at me?" I ask.

"Moonrise Edge, huh?" Luke smiles that golden retriever smile.

"Yeah," I say shyly, "My cousin's friend showed me your demo and I fell in love with it, so I showed my friends Dani and Mari and together we formed Moonrise Edge. The name was a joke at first but it kinda stuck."

"Well, I think that's adorable," Luke says with a shit-eating grin.

"Shut up," I say, playfully punching his arm.

"So, how good were you guys?" Alex asks.

"We were alright I guess, good enough to be asked to be the opening act for the Orpheum," I say nonchalantly.

"The Orpheum? Dude that's rad! How did it go?" Luke questions me.

"I... I wish I could tell you, I actually died before I got to play," I sigh, tugging on my red and black striped sleeves.

"Oh, sorry, we are so sorry," Alex apologizes immediately.

"Yeah, dude, we had no idea," Luke says sincerely, "Wait, you're alright with me calling you dude, right?"

"Yeah, call me dude, bro, whatever you want, man," I say, glad to have more friends now. As much as I love Carlos, he's still a kid and he has school and all, and he's living! So it's fun to have dead friends.

"You okay there Reg?" Alex asks the bassist, "You're a little quiet."

"She's just really pretty," Reggie mumbles and I feel myself blush.

"Thank you Reggie," I look down at my red converse, "You're not so bad yourself."

"Hey, wanna go see what Julie's doing?" Luke begins bouncing on his toes.

"Sure, lead the way," I say, grabbing Reggie as we follow Luke.

"She said she was going to ea- Aw, whatever, they're already halfway there," Alex sighs before following us.

We walk through the door, Alex, then Luke, then me and then Reggie behind me, who trips before standing up straight. I then turn and see Tía Victoria is here, which can only mean that she's here trying to help the Molinas but is secretly kind of annoying them instead.

"You've gotta rip that band-aid off and get the pain over with," Victoria says, it becomes clear to me that she's talking about them moving to a new house.

We all walk over to the table and Julie yells, I put my fingers to my lips signaling her to shut it, and we all stop suddenly. Julie realizes her mistake as Victoria and Ray give her strange looks. Carlos looks to me and I just mime zipping my mouth, so he does.

"That's me. Ripping off the band-aid," Julie chuckles awkwardly trying to hide her mistake, "Aah!"

Carlos points to her, helping her hide her slip up.

"There's my brave girl," Victoria says, holding Julie by her chin before turning away.

Luke takes this as an opportunity to talk to Julie.

"Hey, Julie, I really like what you guys did with the place," he says, standing close to her.

Julie slips up again by sternly telling Luke, "You shouldn't be here."

Victoria gasps and assures her, "Oh, I'm just here to help, mija."

Julie looks around worriedly and Alex pulls Luke back, "I think that's our cue to leave."

"I mean, you should be at Pilates," Julie corrects her previous statement, hugging her aunt, "Thanks for bringing us food."

She gives us a Look™ and Reggie turns to us, "We should've called first."

"No doy!" I say, grabbing his and Luke's arms and begin dragging them out.

"Hey! You pulled me here!" Reggie protest.

"Shhh, doesn't matter," I say, putting a finger to his lips and he shuts up.

We get back to the studio and Luke sees a piece of paper on the piano.

"What's this?" he asks, reading over it.

"It looks like a song," Reggie says, reading it over Luke's shoulder.

"It's really good," I say, also reading it.

Then I remember something, "Hey, did you guys leave your stuff here, because there are some old instruments in the loft."

"Yeah! Thanks Duchess!" Luke says.

"No problem, here, I'll help you get them down!" I say, poofing up to the loft and slowly bringing down Alex's drums, the others can get their guitars no problem. After they get their stuff down they admire it all.

"Want us to play something for ya? A little private Sunset Curve concert?" Reggie asks.

"Sure, if you guys don't mind," I say, sitting on Luke's couch.

They count off and then start playing, they sound great and it's pretty fun to see Reggie and Luke hopping around when they're playing guitar.

Then Julie walks in and my eyes widen, she does not look happy. She stomps her feet and starts yelling.

"Guys! Guys, stop! Enough! Stop! Cut it out!"

Luke is the first to notice but instead of stopping he starts riffing. Reggie realizes next and immediately stops playing, then Alex realizes and while stopping he does a little ba dum, and smiles. I get off the couch and walk over to the guys as Julie folds her arms and begins scolding us like children.

"The whole neighborhood could hear you. I thought I told you to leave."

Instead of taking on board the scolding we all think of something else, Luke is the first to say it though, "Wait. People can hear us play?"

"Yes! And so did my dad and my brother!" Julie rants, furiously.

Alex stands up and Luke and Reggie remove their guitar straps. Alex is next to speak, "W-w-wait. Wait. So, only you can see us, but everyone can hear us?" he sounds super excited and it's adorable.

"I mean, what kind of ghosts are we?" he asks.

"Who cares, man? People can hear us play!" Luke is super stoked about this fact, bumping fists with the rest of us ghosts.

"We might be dead, but our music isn't" Reggie smiles proudly, bumping fists with Alex and me.

"Wait? Can people hear me play?" I raise an eyebrow and they look to me.

"I don't know, maybe?" Luke says, handing me his guitar, "Let's find out!"

I begin with a small riff and then Ray walks through the garage door, and I take off the guitar and set it down. "I think so," I whispered.

"Dad!" Julie looks to him.

"Hey," he responds, and we all look to him, "Just making sure you're okay."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just had to turn off the CD player. It was a bit delayed, you know, because it's old," she lies.

Ray turns and looks at us ghosts, well, at our instruments, he can't actually see us. "Wait. Is this the junk that was in the loft?" he asks, and honestly I'm offended on the guys' behalf.

"Junk?" Luke says, not happy with the description of the band's equipment.

Ray moves over to Alex's drums and taps them with his hands, Alex does not seem happy about this, this doesn't faze Ray though.

"Some of this stuff's in pretty good shape," he comments, putting his foot on the pedal and circling his hands on the cymbals a couple times, "Hey, maybe we can make a couple bucks."

This is the last straw for Alex, "What? Yo, stop touching my drums! Tell him to stop touching my drums!"

We all kinda look to Julie, because come on man, this is Alex's stuff, but Julie just shrugs her shoulders. When Ray finally steps away Alex tends to his cymbals.

"I liked that song you had on," Ray comments.

"Sweet!" Luke exclaims, "We're Sunset Curve."

"Tell your friends," Reggie and I chime in and Reggie gives me a smile.

"It's just an old CD I found," Julie explains, emphasizing on old, ouch.

"Well, still, it's nice that you're listening to music again," Ray tells her, and it is, Julie hasn't really done much to do with music at all since I got here, he then flings his hands through Luke and Reggie, "Out here you can play whatever you want, whenever you want."

The guys gasp, not used to lifers phasing through them, they smile, and Reggie clearly thinks that Reggie is doing some good parenting, "That's nice."

Julie doesn't really care for this commentary, opting instead to forget we're ghosts and tell us to, "Stay out of this."

Ray, the poor guy, thinks she's talking to him and apologizes, "I-I'm sorry, honey. I didn't..."

Julie panics and immediately tries to correct herself, "Oh no, no, no, no. Not you. I mean... Uh... Er...You know, give me a minute," she grabs her dad's hand and leads him to the garage doors.

"Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. We're gonna figure out this music program thing," Ray reassures her.

"Thanks, Dad," Julie thanks him, she puts her hands on his and then juts her thumb towards the doors and he leaves.

Reggie and I wave to him, me out of habit, I've basically adopted him as my dad, I help him out here and there when he doesn't know it. It's mostly just moving his keys or phone towards him because he always seems to lose them.

Julie closes the door and the guys, and I begin to converse. "He likes our song," Luke smiles.

"Oh yeah. He doesn't count," Alex quickly objects, "He's a dad."

"He may not be the demographic, but he still likes it," I protest.

"Why can't you guys just be normal ghosts?" Julie questions and we turn to her, "Hang out at an old mansion. I hear Pasadena's nice!"

"Ugh!" she huffs and leaves the garage.

"I think she's warming up to us," Alex states sarcastically.

"Yeah, I've always wanted to go to Pasadena," Reggie says, head in the clouds.

"Gimme a second guys," Luke says and he poofs out.

"What is he doing?" I ask Alex and Reggie.

"He's probably going to talk to Julie, maybe try to convince her to let us stay," Alex explains.

"Yeah, he's always been passionate about music so finding out we can still play, and people can hear is like a massive deal for him," Reggie continues.

"Let's go see what she says," I say and all three of us poof out of the studio.

"I'm sorry you had a bad day," I hear Luke, "But three guys just found out that they had a bad 25 years, and a girl found out she had a bad 15 years, and then they found out that the one thing, the one thing they lived for in the first place they can still do. That's pretty rad."

Personally I think it was a great speech, until he ruined it with the super old outdated slang.

"You're right," Julie says, "It's just..."

"Your bad day," Luke finishes for her, "Yeah, I know."

He turns around a bit the guys and I kinda hide, "Look, I'm sorry we came into your life, but...what I just felt in there actually made me feel alive again. We all felt alive again. So, you can kick us out if you want, but we're not giving up music," he starts to get really excited again, "We can play again. That's a gift no musician would ever turn down!"

Ouch, that's gotta sting for Julie. She just looks at him with a deadpan face and he sighs.

"You gotta know that. Clearly, your mom was into music," oof, bad move Luke.

"Was," Julie corrects, with sorrow in her voice, "She passed away."

Luke face contorts as he realizes, "I am... so sorry."

"Yeah, we... we didn't know," Alex pitches in.

Julie just sighs, "It's all right."

She then takes a second to think to herself, "None of you have seen her anywhere, have you? From wherever you're from."

The guys and I shake our heads as Alex speaks, "Um... No. no, I mean, you're kind of the first person we've seen."

"Yeah, but she's not dead, so it doesn't answer her question," Reggie points out.

"But I am, and I'm the first ghost you've seen," I chip in.

"Yeah. I think she knows what we mean," Alex says exasperatedly, before turning back to Julie, "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thanks," Julie says, then she apologizes "Sorry I got mad. You guys are kinda good."

This makes Luke perk up, "Kinda? Y-Y-You know that likes 25 and 15 years of rust just getting dusted off," he makes a dusting motion with his hands and all of us ghosts smile.

"Yeah. Do you play the piano too?" Reggie questions, I wait to see how she'll tackle the question curiously because I know that she did.

"No. No, I don't play," Julie immediately denies, there's my answer, "That was my mom's stuff in there."

"No way. She's an amazing songwriter," Luke comments.

"She's incredible," I add on.

"She was," Julie looks at the ground, "Wait. How would you know?"

Luke opens his mouth, then closes it before opening it again to speak, "There's a song on the piano. If it's hers..." he trails off.

"Your mom was really talented," I finish for him, "Like super talented."

Julie nods before looking to all of us, she begins to walk away before turning back to us, "I guess... if you need a place to stay... you can stay in there," she gestures to the garage.

We all begin to smile as she continues, "There's a bathroom in the back and a couch that turns into a bed if you still use any of that stuff."

"Dibs on the shower!" Reggie raises his hand before I can get a word out.

"Damnit!" I swear and the others look at us weirdly.

"I just really like showers," he explains.

"Same, and sometimes the occasional bath," I continue, and he snaps his finger pointing to me in agreement.

The others shake their heads at us, and Julie speaks again, "This..." she shakes her head and gestures to us ghosties, mainly Reggie and I, "This is just too weird."

She then leaves, closing the gate behind her. We all squeal and chuckle, high fiving each other and go back into the garage.

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