#n of course this isn’t helped by the misfit toys

[cherrysnax]

it’s probably just the depressions and the dissociative disorders but I often feel like I’m just possessing my own dead body

#i feel wrong. fake. gone. in a way that I can never explain #i few twisted like im watching someone just. wither away and I want to help them but it’s me #everything feels so heavy and so weird #and idk it’s like the small things #my lips seem to move different my eyes seems slightly too far apart #my reflection takes too long to change #just a second too long #am I losing my fucking mind #n of course this isn’t helped by the misfit toys #hm. that’s very specific wording that I personally don’t use #I’m not gonna dwell on it too much but I see u #either way #idk I just feel too long too short too unbaalanced #it may be the drink. I feel so much resentment for so many people rn it’s insane but but but the stuff I use to help w my bpd rlly works #just cause I feel like ass at one moment doesn’t my feelings r right n even if people constant treat me like SHIT it doesn’t actually mean #they treat me like shit I just perceive it #at least Chevys back home for another day. so many of those thoughts go away when they’re around #I just wish my brain knew it wasn’t like. always go time I want to be able to relax fr #esp since my ass does NOTHING IM JUST A SACK of shit or something idk #it’s 2am I have to be up at 8 lmaooo i fuckin hate it here. I’ve gathered that I’m just depressed and nothing is actually wrong #well I mean there is. I’m very mentally ill and am constantly surrounded by stressors so I’ll never really be able to heal until I leave #but besides that things r pretty okay :’) I will be okay #I thought abt my butch once and now I’m 60% less breakdowny I love lesbianism

[thosekidswhohuntmonsters]

As Snow Falls 

Summary: There’s nothing like waking up on a cold winter day and watching snow coat the bustling city down below while you’re safe in the arms of the man you love most. that's it. thats the fic. oh yeah, plus, getting caught by the entire team when Loki can’t help himself...

Word Count: 1547

Rating: v spicy, 18+

Warnings: get ready for your heart to melt like snow on a sunny day!

Authors note: gonna be re-posting all the Loki fics I deleted during the ban so get ready! decided I’d just post the christmas/winter ones first to get in the spirit! 

♡if you enjoy this fic you’re welcome to leave a reblog/like/comment! feedback is not only welcomed but encouraged!♡

You rolled over onto your side, hearing the man next to you groan. When you looked out the window you instantly became excited, your eyes widening. His voice was still groggy, “What is it love?”.

You got out of bed, pulling one of his long green tunics over your body. You were in your room in Stark towers, which included huge windows. Walking over to the glass you looked down, watching the snowflakes coat the entire city.

You heard him groan softly, and get out of bed to join you. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “You are such a remarkable creature my pet”. You smirked to yourself, “Is that a compliment Loki?”.

Loki laughed lightly as he started to place light kisses down your neck. Smirking he said, “I only mean to say that you find joy in the most innocent and overlooked things, and that is something I have grown to love dearly”.

Your smile only grew, “Oh so you love me dearly now?”. You turned around to face him, finally seeing that devilish smirk of his. Loki bit his lip, “Would I be here admiring the snow with you if I didn’t?”. You rolled your eyes, and Loki laughed.

He kissed up your jaw, and purred into your ear, “Of course I love you (y/n)”. You smiled while wrapping your arms around his neck. You knew how Loki felt about you, but it always felt good to hear him say it.

You knew that expressing his feelings didn’t come easily, but he always made sure you knew just how much you meant to him. Pulling him down you kissed him passionately.

Loki quickly melted into the kiss, letting himself get lost in you. To his surprise you pulled away all too quickly and turned once again to face the window.

He watched as you were nearly pressed against the glass, and he smiled to himself while admiring you. You looked down at the city, watching all of the different people go all their different ways.

Softly you said, “Isn’t it beautiful”. Loki, being the secret hopeless romantic that he was, started to kiss down your neck again. In between kisses he said, “I have to say I’m quite fond of the view in front of me”. Loki was of course talking about you.

His hands slid up your thighs, taking the shirt you were wearing up with them..his shirt. One of his hands moved down, parting your legs. Breathlessly you said, “Loki..we can't.''

Loki tugged lightly on your earlobe, “I can’t help myself love”. His fingers slid up and down your slit, teasing you through your panties. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, melting into his touch.

You looked up to him with hooded eyes, moaning his name. Loki slid your panties to the side, no more barriers between his clit and your fingers. His was grinning wildly, “You look so beautiful my pet”.

The moment was ruined when you heard knocking on the door, and it quickly slid open. Loki turned around, still blocking you. There stood Thor accompanied by Steve and Bucky, “Brother we were going too-”.

There you and Loki both stood, Loki’s bare chest exposed and the majority of your legs showing. Loki rolled his eyes and groaned, “The door was closed for a reason brother-”. You stepped out from behind him, still only wearing his oversized shirt. You watched as their mouths fell open, not expecting you and Loki to be together.

Thor grinned, “Hello lady (y/n)”. You found yourself smiling at how happy for his brother Thor looked. Bucky teased, “So this is where you’ve been sneaking off to huh doll?”. You nodded your head, and took Loki’s hand in yours.

Loki looked somewhat tense, but calmed down the second he felt you touch him. Steve was just as happy but explained, “Sorry to interrupt, we just wanted to invite Loki...you guys to watch some christmas movies with us”.

You beamed with excitement, and Loki found himself smiling as he watched you. Grinning you said, “Let us change and we’ll be right there”. Bucky raised his eyebrows suggestively at you before leaving with the other men.

You walked over to Loki’s closet, going right to the section where your clothes were. Loki had his arms crossed over his chest, “So are we going to talk about what just happened?”.

You were looking for your favorite pair of sweatpants, “What do you mean?”. By now he was leaning against the wall closest to the closet, “That fact that everyone now knows our secret, and I’m not currently in a holding cell”.

You finally found the pair you were looking for, they were perfectly christmas themed. Laughing you walked towards him, “Loki are you kidding me?”. Your mood changed when you saw how serious he looked.

You put the pants on the bed, and then stood in front of him. You uncrossed his arms, taking his hands in yours, “I wish you could realize that you’re no longer a threat to all of them Loki...the entire team has noticed how much you’ve changed”.

Part of the reason you’d kept your relationship with Loki secret was because he was scared. His worst fear was that everyone would disapprove, and he’d be creating this divide in your life.

You brought one of his hands to your mouth and kissed it, “Everyone is starting to see the man that I love...the truth behind this hard exterior you’ve put up Loki”. Loki pretended to be tough, reserved, emotionless, but you all knew those were lies.

His expression softened so you continued, “I love you Loki..more than I thought someone could love ...and the rest of the team is starting to see all of the things that make me so head over heels for you”.

You let go of his hands, and instead cupped his face. Before kissing him softly you said, “You’re safe with us Loki...you’re apart of this family and nothing will ever change that.'' You watched as Loki laughed lightly, a single tear falling from his eyes.

When the kiss was over he’d wrapped his arms around you. Looking down to you he said, “What have I ever done to deserve someone as beautiful and kind as you (y/n)....you are so remarkable”.

You buried your face into his chest, “All you did Loki was open up and let me see the real you”. His grip around you tightened, wanting to hold onto this moment for the rest of his life. You words were like magic to him, taking his worst fears and making them disappear.

Smiling you let go and put the pants on. He smiled, “This is going to be my first Christmas movie love”. Once again you beamed with excitement, taking his hand and leading him towards the living room.

Grinning you said, “the first of many Loki”. Loki laughed, but then stopped walking altogether. He pulled you into him, leaning against the wall of the hallway. Loki tilted your chin up, “Is that a threat?”.

Your lips were inches from him, “It’s a promise..a promise of many years to come”. Loki nodded his head while grinning. He continued walking with you, “Well then I quite like that promise”.

Finally you both entered the living room, and saw the team all scattered around the room. On one couch sat Steve, stuck in between Bucky and Sam. Wanda and vision where sharing one loveseat, while Nat sat on the edge of Clint’s chair.

Thor had his own big chair to him, and Tony was just walking into the room. There was one couch left, only Peter Parker sitting on the end. When Tony saw you and Loki he smirked, “Would you look at that…(y/n)’s tamed reindeer games”.

Looking across the room you couldn’t help but be filled with happiness, all of your friends looked so genuinely excited for you and Loki. You looked at Loki out of the corner of your eye and loved what you saw.

Loki was laughing, while a light blush formed on his cheeks. He answered Tony, “I guess that nickname is quite fitting now”. Tony looked at you and winked before sitting in his own chair.

You pulled Loki to come sit down with you, “So what are we watching you guys?”. You nuzzled into Loki’s side, his arm draped around you as your legs intertwined. Tony smirked once again, “Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, I thought Loki could learn a thing or two”.

Those who understood the joke, basically everyone but Thor and Loki laughed along. You placed a kiss on Loki’s cheek, “I guess we’re all on the island of misfit toys huh?”. The entire room nodded, realizing how true that was.

Tony hummed, “But we wouldn’t have it any other way would we?”. Laughing you shook your head. You intertwined your fingers with Loki's, “No...I wouldn’t have it any other way.''

Loki kissed your forehead before leaning back into the couch getting ready to watch the movie. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding in, and for once in his entire life Loki felt safe.

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[lovehugsandcandy]

Eight Days a Week, Eight Seconds a Kiss (Part 4)  (Colt x MC)

A/N: I KNOW I AM AWFUL WITH UPDATES and I APOLOGIZE! Part 4 of rom-com RoD featuring awkward Ellie who just wants someone to kiss her already and totally idiotic wingman Colt. You fools.

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD

Length: ~2500 words

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing, probably, because I swear a lot.)

Summary: Ellie wants to live her life to the fullest, starting with her first kiss. She just needs a little encouragement.

Tuesday: Time to Show Your Worth, Child

Ellie had barely stopped the car when Colt was there, right in her space, long fingers clasping the door frame, blocking her from getting out of the car.

“Let’s go.”

“What?” She wasn’t even fully out yet, legs hanging awkwardly in the air between them.

“Come on, we gotta go.”

“What.” She swung her legs back into the car as Colt bolted around the front and threw himself into the passenger seat. 

“Come on, throw it in reverse, let’s go.”

“What is wrong with you?” She didn’t wait for him to respond before she complied, backing out through the bay doors onto the street.

“Take this right.”

“Were you waiting for me to show up so you could ambush me?”

“We have things to do, don’t we? Amorous adventures to obtain?” His voice was dull, annoyed, the snark of the question falling flat. He looked out the window, sunlight shining off his hair. Bathed in the afternoon light, she could be forgiven for mistaking him for an angel at first glance; however, upon closer inspection, the dangerous glint in his eye and furrow of his brow marked him as more fallen than heavenly. 

She narrowed her eyes. “This seems more like you escaping than us going on an adventure.”

“Maybe we can do both.” He shrugged, finally relenting under her glare. “I just didn’t want to be there anymore.”

“Ok…”

“It’s like the orphanage of misfit toys in there. I needed to get away.”

Ellie waited.

“Get on 110. North.” He leaned his head on the glass, distraught, hand in front of his mouth, eyes hazy and unfocused out the window.

She merged onto the highway and waited some more.

Finally, after Ellie had to bite the inside of her cheek three times in an effort to keep from filling the silence, he spoke. “I fucking hate that guy.”

She gave a noncommittal hum as her eyes cut to him. She had a feeling she knew who this was about. “Whatever happened to not letting others control how you feel, Colt?”

“Whatever happened to minding your own business, Ellie?”

She smirked. It couldn’t be that bad if they were continuing their normal pattern of mildly harassing sarcasm. “…Did something happen at the shop?”

“They’re planning something, Logan and Pop.” Colt let out a sigh. “All buddy-buddy in the office. Pathetic.” He looked at his hands. “I can’t believe Pop trusts some dropout loser over me.”

“Don’t call him that.” The words were out before she could reconsider and they hung in the silence of the car. She grimaced as Colt turned to her, eyes narrowed.

“Of course you’re defending your lover boy. Fucking Logan.”

“You know, Colt? You know what I think?” Ellie huffed. “I think you’re jealous of him.”

He stopped short to stare. “Jealous? Of Logan? That’s a good one…”

“Yeah, I think you are.” She didn’t mean to sound so snide but couldn’t really regret the words once they were out.

“Why the hell would I be jealous of him? He’s a fucking idiot dropout who has no idea what he’s doing in this crew. He’s like a sentient piece of bread that wanders around taking up everyone’s space and energy and time like he’s some prince instead of a black hole of suck.”

“Colt…” Apparently, she hit a nerve.

“He’s like if you took me, made him less attractive obviously, and then surgically removed both this brain and his spine and somehow people around here treat him like he’s God’s gift to….”

“COLT!” Finally, her yell got his attention. “Stop.”

“Yeah, just jump to his defense…”

“Well, you’re being ridiculous!” She gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“Am I?”

“It’s not a competition for your dad’s affection, Jesus.”

Colt slouched petulantly against the seat, arms crossed. “Says the person who’s desperate for that asshole.”

“Ok, none of this has to do with me so stop it.”

He turned to her, face paling. The silence stretched on as he just sat there, looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time.

“What?” She wished, not for the first time, that she could read his mind as he looked to the floor.

A deep breath. “Yeah. Nothing to do with you.” He caught her eyes, a weak smile on his face. 

She had to look back at the road. At least in her case, the person her dad loved more than her didn’t exist, the Ellie in his mind just a figment of his imagination.

“Whatever, forget about it.” Colt shook his head. “Take the next exit.”

“Where are we going?” She navigated seamlessly through the traffic to get to the right lane. 

“You’ll see.”

“Is it somewhere we can lose your attitude problem?” Ellie grinned sweetly.

“I think it’s somewhere I can lose my annoying smart-ass driver.” Colt returned her smile with a smirk of his own. “Park here.”

“Okay…” Ellie dutifully parallel-parked into the space with a beaming grin that only dimmed slightly when she thought about how impressed her dad would be. He might be proud if he saw how well she could drive but definitely wouldn’t be pleased if he saw the company she was keeping.

She followed Colt out of the car, looking around at the swanky storefronts around her, old money and new money combining in a gilded array that made her uneasy. “Why are we here?”

“Because this is supposedly the highest rated spot in LA. After you dissed the dive bar, I thought you might want a change of pace.”

She looked down at her school clothes, at Colt’s leather jacket. “Isn’t there a dress code?”

“Come on.” He loped his arm around her, pushing her along with easy confidence. “Aren’t you sick of missing out on things?”

She had to smile.

“And are you going to let the opinion of these strangers rule your life?”

She smiled wider. “No.”

“Then let’s go.”

~~~~~

“I’m not even going to point anyone out to you.” They were settled at the bar, waiting for menus, and Ellie couldn’t help but stare. The bar, the room, the people, this whole place? It felt like she was transported into a magical fantasy world; everything was gleaming, gilded bar shining in the chandeliers, beautiful people carrying fancy martinis without spilling a drop.

“Why, no octogenarians here for you to mock me with?”

“No, I looked.” He ducked his head to hide the smile. He looked perfectly at ease, sprawled over a bar stool, roguishly handsome with the jacket and the hair and the self-assured smirk. Ellie felt like a fish out of water.

“I don’t fit in here, Colt.”

He swiveled his stool to look at her. “Of course we do.”

“How are you so sure about that?”

“Well, I know that, regardless, we could steal any of their cars. It helps.”

Ellie cracked up, throwing her hands over her mouth to tamp down the noise that escaped her mouth. This was not the kind of place where the noise that escaped her mouth was allowed; this was a place of restrained luxury, where quiet conversations and the delicate tinkle of silverware on plates were the only noises welcome. 

“Excuse me, but you have the most beautiful laugh.”

Ellie turned in shock to the man sitting next to her, She hadn’t even noticed him when she slid into the stool but now she couldn’t look away. She knew LA was full of attractive people but this guy was handsome. Dark eyes, dark hair, lips curving over blindingly white teeth. She definitely did not expect this when she got here.

“What a line,” Colt grumbled under his breath.

Ellie ignored him in favor of her sweetest smile. “Thank you.”

“I’m Jack,” He held out a hand, which she shook, eyes wide. Strong handshake, confident. Damn. Mercy Park Crew, who?

“I’m Ellie.” 

“Oh boy.” 

Ellie quickly swiveled to glare at Colt before turning back to her other side.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Jack didn’t seem to notice Colt’s dour face on her other side; Ellie silently thanked any and all deities she could think of.

“Sure!”

Jack leaned over to speak softly to the bartender while Ellie wondered if she agreed too enthusiastically. Was she supposed to play hard to get? What did one do in these situations?

Then, she grimaced when she realized the bartender was sliding her a glass of wine. She could feel Colt shaking his head next to her.

Oh well. In for a penny, out for a pound. She took a sip and had to bite her tongue to force it down. Dear God, this was awful. It tasted like someone poured perfume into gasoline. What the hell was this stuff?

Jack didn’t seem to notice the expression on her face but Colt definitely did, his shoulders shaking in silent laughter. With a huff, she rotated in her seat so she was facing Jack, trying to ignore the distraction behind her.

“So do you come here often?”

Colt groaned and Ellie sighed. She was going to kill him. “First time actually, yourself?”

“I come here a bit; I live just up the block.” Jack leaned closer, conspiratorially. “I actually knew you’ve never been here before; I definitely would have noticed you if you were a regular.”

Ellie flushed. Colt snorted. Ellie’s hand clenched into a fist, almost an automatic reaction to an annoying stimulus, and she tried to calculate how long it would take him to walk back to the shop. Not long enough.

“So what do you do, Ellie?”

“I’m in school.” She realized what she admitted when Jack’s face fell. “College. I’m in college. Senior year. Uhh…..UCLA.”

“What are you studying?”

“Uhhh….business?” She could hear a thud behind her. It sounded like Colt hitting his head on the bar.

“That’s awesome.” Jack leaned in closer and rested his chin on his hand.

“So what do you do?”

“Other than be the luckiest guy in the world to meet you tonight?” Ellie flushed as he took a sip of his wine before resting a strong forearm on the bar. Ellie was sure her face was bright red; no one ever hit on her. “I’m a lawyer for a television station. Contracts, intellectual property, all that boring stuff.”

“That sounds really interesting actually.”

“Boring.” Colt had obviously picked his head off the bar to resume his snide commentary. She was about to reply to Jack when she heard a muttered “Whoa” behind her. Colt tried to grab her arm, a quick touch to her elbow, but she shook him off.

He then coughed behind her. She ignored him.

He coughed louder, again. Ellie sucked in a breath through her teeth and continued to look away. At this point, she was winning the ‘Ignore Colt Olympics’ and she sure wasn’t going to give up her medal.

Apparently, he didn’t like that. He kicked her stool, hard; Ellie pitched forward and was barely able to catch herself by slamming her palm onto the bar. 

She whirled to see him frantically slashing a hand across his neck. “Colt, what the hell?”

“Abort, abort, this is bad, let’s go.”

She leaned in closer to his face. “Are you kidding me? I am actually not shooting myself in the foot for-”

“No, you don’t understand, he’s-”

Jack stood next to her, sliding off the bar stool from an imposing height. “Uhh, do you know him?”

She rubbed her forehead. “Unfortunately. Sorry, my friends are kinda embarrassing.”

“Hah.” Colt scoffed. “At least your friends aren’t married.”

“What? What are you talking-” She trailed off as she watched Jack’s face fall. Her eyes darted to his left hand; there was no ring but a very obvious tan line marked where one apparently was a fixture on his finger. “What the hell?”

Jack sighed. “I can explain…”

Ellie jumped up, mouth open in shock.

She was about to lay into him, cheeks reddening in embarrassment, when the woman on the other side of him leaned over, long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. “He can explain.” The look on her face was severe, voice serious. “I’m his wife. We are looking for a third to join us. Interested?”

Ellie just stared, blinking, gaping; was she drunk? Off one sip of wine? She was drunk, wasn’t she? Did they just ask her-?

Colt found his voice first. “Holy shit. Plot twist.”

~~~~~

“I cannot believe…” Ellie huffed the words out around a hot dog. After their rapid escape from the bar, Colt complained so vigorously that he would die without sustenance that they stopped into the 7-11 for food.

Colt shrugged. “You could have knocked out a lot of firsts tonight. First kiss, first threesome…”

“Shut up.” She knocked her shoulder into his before taking another sip of her Slurpee to try to mask the bitter taste of wine and defeat on her tongue. Whatever the magical combination of chemicals and sugar that were contained in the 7-11 elixir, it was working, tasting far better than the stupid wine.

“What?” He edged his shoulder right back into hers, a warm shove. “You didn’t want to go home with the plastic couple in there?”

“Urgh. No, thank you. I came with you, I’m leaving with you.”

His walking slowed as he looked at her, face softening into something that almost would have been affection, if it were on anyone else. She stopped, turning to him with a question in her eyes, as his eyes traced her face.

“You have some…” His thumb reached up to brush against her face, lingering over her lip. His eyes were focused on where his finger was on her face but, even worse, it was all she was focused on, every cell leaping at the gentle pressure, strangely intimate, the busy sidewalk and ritzy crowd fading to nothing. Her stomach fell to her toes, like she was on a roller coaster, the weightless swoop from flying over the precipice into an unseen fall.

“Colt?”

He dropped his arm as if he were shocked. “You…umm….you had some ketchup. On your face.”

“Thanks?” It was more squeak than speech.

He turned to the car, ears red, opening the door and practically throwing himself into the seat. “Don’t mention it.”

Ellie didn’t bring it up, not at all through the ride back to the shop, but she thought about it the entire way, the sudden warmth in her stomach unfamiliar and weird and not entirely unpleasant. By the time she pulled into the bay, she could almost pass it off as a momentary weakness, a never-to-be-repeated softness from the abrasive force climbing out of her passenger seat.

She clambered out after him, clutching her Slurpee, the sugar still sharp on her tongue after the wine, sweetness always stronger after a bitter bite. She tossed the cup into the trash, watching him wander over to his bike, shoulders tense. 

“Hey.” Her voice carried through the empty shop. “Thanks for taking me out tonight.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “No problem. Sorry about the guy.”

Ellie shrugged. “Probably better we didn’t get involved.”

“Yeah.” He grinned at her but his eyes were far away. She was going to ask, to probe, but he continued, talking fast. “Well, have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too.” She nodded and turned to go to her car.

Two steps and she looked over her shoulder, smiling to see he was still watching her. She grinned wider and was gratified when she saw his eyes start to shine and crinkle at the corners, an actual smile from him.

Five more steps and she turned again, giving him a wave when she caught his eye. 

And one more look as she got in the car door, laughing at his exasperated “Good night, Ellie.”

She had a smile on her face the whole way home. It actually was a good night.

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[theaurorfileshq]

M A R L E I G H   M C M A H O N /A U R O R   C O R P O R A L

AGE: Thirty-Six

BADGE NUMBER: S29G33

BLOODSTATUS: No-Maj Born

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Genderfluid, Any Pronouns

IDENTIFYING FEATURES: Heavily tattooed, bleached hair, eyebrow scar, heavy scarring on arms.

STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES:

(+): Combat Magic, Information Gathering, Criminal Underworld Knowledge

(-):  Conspiracy Theories, Obnoxious Personality, Anarchist Tendencies

BACKGROUND:

( content warnings: cancer, parental death, abuse, homophobia, drug abuse, alcoholism )

Their father is a no-maj Senator in the New York State Senate, a workaholic overly concerned with his image. He marries a nice, respectable woman because it looks good for his image. They buy a nice house in the suburbs because it looks good for his image. They spend a handful of months doing their best to get pregnant because it looks good for their image. When their child is born, in early December 1983, they buy all the parenting books, and while he isn’t home enough to get to know his child—working late, of course, looks good for his image, too—his beautiful wife stays home all day and dotes on their adorable little child and there are plenty of photo-ops to go around.

The child is well-behaved, adored by mother and grandmother and aunts and uncles, relatively unaffected by his father’s absence. A little effeminate, for a son, but everyone reassures the happy parents that that’s just what being a momma’s boy will do. It’s the kind of thing that might have been an easily overlooked unpleasantness, had other things not started to go wrong. Had items not started breaking in their presence, every time their father was in the room; had the brand new TV not set itself on fire when they threw a tantrum; had they not, at age 7, very solemnly told their mother that they’d put all their toys away with. magic and then proceeded to prove it when she doubted them. All of that makes them a problem, and the invitation to some magical school who-knows-where that comes when they’re ten is the solution to that problem. Sending his child off to an expensive and exclusive boarding school is certainly good for his image.

Except that things get worse. On holiday breaks, they refuse to behave. Refuse to sit still. Their mother gets sick—cancer, inoperable, noticed too late—and they leave school to stay with her for the last few months they have left and by the time the family is making funeral arrangements, he can’t stand the sight of them anymore. Nothing about them is good for his image. Marleigh would tell you they parted amicably, a mutually beneficial emancipation, but it would be a lie, one that eludes the unpleasantries of their past they like best to hide: slurs, and blame, and bruises, the source of just a few of the scars they still bear.

They don’t do back to school. New York City is far away and, they know from their magic-born friends, has a bustling magic scene. The years between fourteen and twenty are a blur, a hazy memory, all specificity taken from them by the one certainty: too much alcohol, too many drugs. Not much of it matters, in the long run, except that they get good at fighting, good at learning secrets, and good at surviving. What matters more is what happens at twenty: they hold up a shop in a wixen square in Midtown and are stopped by one of the customers, a crotchety old woman in her mid-80s, wearing a long tweed jacket too big for her frail form and holding an aged and weathered auror badge that says Brendanawicz on it. “Shape the fuck up, kid,” she growls, wand pointed at their chest. “You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, you really wanna spend it behind bars for this?”

Margot Brendanawicz, they soon learn, isn’t technically an auror anymore, and her wand is just for show: an accident took her magic from her almost 30 years before, but she does a damn good job as a kind of neighborhood watch. They learn this because, in exchange for not robbing the poor innocent shopkeep of her favorite magical corner store, Margot Brendanawicz offers Marleigh the spare bed in her guest room—no sheets, nothing fancy, but a mattress and a roof and a full stomach, at least. And she keeps offering it, under two conditions: the first, that they stop robbing people; and the second: that they get clean.

They don’t learn to make an honest living for a while, still. They do odd jobs for her, not trusting themself to handle their own money. They don’t stop drinking—hard to do that, when Margot herself doesn’t even take her morning coffee without a little something in it—but they manage to flush their system of the rest of it. It’s a thing that works, for the two of them, as Marleigh finds their feet. Another six years go by, like that, and anything they might have learned from Ilvermorny that they missed when they ran away, she takes care of; it helps, for her, to have magic around the house again, and she knows enough to walk them through it.

Her grouchy, nasty attitude rubs off, in its own ways; between that and the anarcho-communist beliefs of the other friends they make—punks and other misfits, both no-maj and not—they end up an absolute bastard, but a functional one, and a clean one, and one who cares a lot more than they’d ever let on.

If you asked Marleigh why they became an auror, they’d say, “ah, for the hell of it” or “you know, thought it’d be funny.” They wouldn’t tell you the real reason—that at Margot’s funeral, in 1989, they meet some of the aurors she worked with, some of the people she helped in a more professional capacity than she helped them. And they want to do something about it, something for her. For her memory. Getting into the Salem Institute probably would have been easier if they’d decided a few months earlier, when the old bat was still around to put in a recommendation, but instead they have to do what she taught them: work hard, and figure it out for themself. And when their homage pulls them away from New York, first to Salem, then to a local squad in Boston, and then to Port Steward as they’re assigned to the Central Squad, they keep the old apartment she left, the old jacket she died in, and the mean old sense of humor she helped them hone.

#marleigh mcmahon #written by christine #cancer cw #parental death cw #abuse cw #homophobia cw #anarchist tendencies cw #drug abuse cw #aurorx

[kooksgalaxy]

Little Library Girl ; (Jungkook x Reader)

Description: Jungkook is the star quarterback of his college, but he has to keep his grades up in order to continue to play.  With calculus being his hardest subject, he is tutored by Y/n, someone who is the complete opposite of him.  With stress rising with the upcoming championship, his feelings for Y/n are making things much more complicated.  Take the glory of football, a little library girls, and throw in a malicious opponent... you’ve got a whole lot of trouble.

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

Word Count: 5,083

“Okay, so here are all of the books I could check out here at the library and I bought a couple from Barnes and Noble.  We should be all set!” Y/n said, dumping the books on the table in front of Jungkook.

Scattered on the table were several calculus books.  He pushed them around so that he could see every single one of them, picking them up and sarcastically reading the titles, one in particular catching his eye, “Calculus For Dummies.” he gave her a quick glare before dropping it on the table.

Y/n shrugged, “Take what you get.  You asked for my help and this is what you get.”

“I’m so over college and studying and education in general.” Jungkook complained, heavily throwing his head back, his hands running through his hair.

Lightly smacking the back of his head to bring him back to focus, she took her seat next to him and opened up the book closest to her.  Jungkook rubbed the back of his head, groaning as he leaned forward and scooted closer to her.  They were sat in the back corner of the local library studying as they had every day for the past quarter.

Jungkook was leaned in close, his arm brushing against hers as he listened to her start to walk him through how they were going to study for the Calc-107 course mid-term.  The two of them had started working together at the beginning of the school year to make sure Jungkook kept his grades up for football season and now it was time for him to start preparing for his final and Y/n was determined to make sure he got a good score.

He had lazy eyes as he mindlessly stared at the book along with her, pretending that he was taking in the information she was spewing out.  Y/n wasn’t an idiot though, she was his tutor for a reason, she knew that he wasn’t paying attention to her.

“Kook, we have to focus, this is important for your future.  You can’t just rely on football to get you everywhere.” she scolded, slamming the book closed.  “We’ve already come so far with your school grades, now let’s tackle the midterm to keep progressing and show everyone that you’re more than just a quarterback with a pretty face.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “You think I have a pretty face?”

Y/n blushed, her cheeks becoming rosy in embarrassment, “No, I’m just saying that, well, people think you’re nice looking.” she mumbled, grabbing a different book.  “Can we get to work?  We’re wasting precious time!” she urged him, forcing the book in front of him.

Jungkook huffed, “You’re more persistent today than you have been in the past couple months.  Pushy, pushy.”

The two worked for 3 hours straight with no breaks.  Jungkook took small practice tests while Y/n served as a proctor for him.  There were numerous times where he tried to ask her for help; for her to give him a quick time out, but she was relentless.

After they finished, they packed up their gatherings.  Y/n made Jungkook take two of the books home for individual practice, while she took the rest home to make study guides and more practice problems for him.

“Y/n,” Jungkook gently touched her arm to get her attention as they exited the old library building, “Are you coming to the championship game on Friday?” his hands clenched his backpack straps as he took in his surroundings to make sure no one saw where he was.

Turning to him, she held the books tighter to her chest so that they wouldn’t fall, “You know that’s not really my thing, Jungkook.” she said uncomfortably, knowing that he was aware of what she was talking about.

“You went to all of the basketball games last year!” he argued, dramatically gesturing with his hands.  He ignored her glare as he continued, “You can go to each home basketball game and even some of the away ones, but you can’t come to the football game that is a 5 minute walk from your dorm?”

The wind blew her hair in her face causing her to awkwardly try to push it away, “That’s because my brother plays!  You know that!” she growled, “Why do you even want me to come?  You’re Jungkook, star quarterback, the boy who thrives off of the roar of the crowd chanting his name!  I’m Y/n, self-proclaimed wallflower who likes to blend in!  You herd with popular, beautiful people.  I herd with other broken toys and misfits!  We--” she gestured between the two of them, “We don’t interact outside of this!”

Taken aback by what she said, Jungkook began to step away from her, his eyes casting to the ground.  He knew what she said was true.  They were from two completely different groups and outside of the college campus, they were never in the same place at the same time.

She sighed, finally getting her hair tucked back so that it was no longer in her face, “I’m sorry Jungkook, but the most we have in common is the fact that we go to the same college, that’s about it.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.” he claimed with a frown painted on his face, halting in his place and making direct eye-contact with her.

She let out a forced chuckle, eyes directed to the side to avoid looking at him, “Kook, I know you’re trying to be nice to me and all, but I’m not embarrassed by who I am.  I don’t need you to pretend to want to be my friend to feel important.  You don’t have to feel bad for me.”

“That’s not what-”

“You don’t really want to be my friend; you want to be the person that gives me a friend.” she gave him a small, gentle smile to reassure him that she wasn’t angry.  “Jungkook, I’m your tutor, that’s I’m here to do.  Don’t feel obligated to be my friend.”

“Y/n, we’ve been working together all quarter!  We were in two of the same classes together last year!  We were even in the same group for our psychology project!  I’m not being your friend because I feel bad, I’m trying to be your friend because I care-”

She cut him off again, “I’ll probably see you around campus tomorrow, Kook.  Have a good evening.”

He watched as she walked away from him, brushing off his advances toward friendship as if it was nothing.  They had spent 3 nights a week together for nearly 3 months and she still managed to act like they were study partners and nothing else.  He had come to know who she was throughout their time together.  She was soft spoken, but her laughter was full and loud.  Dirty jokes made her uncomfortable, yet she would casually slip one in occasionally during conversations.  She liked horror films and hated comedies.  She could listen to oldies all day, but switch over to rap for the next song.  She was a book reader who refused to read anything digitally and in her free time she liked to write.  She was fragile, yet made of bulletproof glass.

Sliding into his Jeep he threw his backpack into the passenger’s side seat, huffing as his hands latched onto the steering wheel.  He watched as she pulled out of the lot and drove off.  He was irritated that she was so reluctant to be his friend and she always cut him off when he even tried to suggest it.

He tried to tell himself that her rejection shouldn’t bother him because she was right.  He had his friends and she had hers.  That just wasn’t how life worked.  You stuck to what you know, who you know, and you never strayed away from that.  People like familiarity.  They like knowing.  And finding someone new to trust… it could be hard for some people.

So he told himself that it was pointless to try anymore.  He would stick to their usual routine: ignore each other on campus, socialize during tutoring, and repeat.

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Jungkook was exiting his stats lecture, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion.  Sitting through that class was repetitive torture and he wanted to get away from it.  Half of the time he was bored of the professor and the other half of the time he was trying to avoid the flirtatious eyes of all the girls in his class.

“Bro! Did you hear what Evanston’s team did?” Tae said as he bumped shoulders with Jungkook, pulling him from his thoughts and waking him up a little.

Jungkook stopped in his tracks, knowing very well that the Evanston Eagles football team, a few towns over, always went to extreme lengths during the week of the championship to shake up the opposing team.  The past year they had even gone as far as attempting to bribe some of their opponents to throw the game.

He looked to Tae, wondering what drastic measure they had gone to this time, “What’d they do?”

Tae scoffed, “They stole the mascot costume!”  Jungkook gave no reaction, unimpressed by Evanston’s attempts to rattle his team’s spirit.  

“Jungkook!  THEY TOOK THE MASCOT COSTUME!  Our mascot is known for pumping up the crowd with tricks and shit! That lion is the best thing to happen to this college, I swear.  I get jealous when he works with the cheerleaders.  Do we even know who is in the costume?  It’s supposed to remain a secret right?  Like it’s legendary.  Do you think it’s a ghost?  Who am I kidding… it probably is.  Did you know that there are rumors of our campus being haunted.  Shit’s crazy, right?  We should become ghost hunters or something.”

“Taehyung!  It’s a costume, the guy in it is named Hoseok, and our school isn’t haunted.  We are also never going to become ghost hunters.” Jungkook deadpanned as Tae’s face dropped at the rejection.  “Also, taking the mascot costume was a weak move and it doesn’t impact our team at all.”

“Yeah,” Tae agreed, “But they knew that it would piss us off!  No matter how many times you say ‘It’s not that deep’ I will still be mad because complaining is what I do best!”

Jungkook shrugged, starting to walk again, “Then we get even.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?” Tae asked with a tilted head.

Jungkook smirked, “We call in a few favors.”

Tae smirked, “Jin?”

“Yes,” Jungkook’s lips shaped into a crooked, mischievous smile, “Jin.”

Tae took a few more steps before stopping again, “Are you sure about not wanting to do the ghost hunters thing?  Because Taeko-”

“I’m 100% sure.” Jungkook grunted as he walked away.

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Jungkook slid his helmet off of his head, sweat dripping from his messy hair down his forehead.  The sun was shining into his eyes as he stared across the practice field, watching his teammates walk off, tired from their 2 hour practice.  

Tae jogged over to Jungkook, “Do you think we’re going to be ready by Friday?  All we have is tomorrow and then it’s game night.”

“Tae, we’ve been ready.  We can do it.  We just have to stay focused and play harder than we’ve ever played.” Jungkook reassured him as they headed into the locker room.

The two of them, co-captains and best friends, took numerous high fives and fist bumps as they walked into the locker room to clean up.  Stopping at his locker to grab a towel, Jungkook snatched his phone out of his gym bag, unlocking it to see if his friend Jin had gotten back to him.

“Did Jin say anything?” Jimin, one of their team members called out to Jungkook.

“Uh, yeah, one sec.” He said as he clicked to open the messaging app.

Jin: It’s done bro. Close call. Almost got caught.

Jungkook: Close call?

Jin: Their practice got out early!

Jungkook: Got it done tho?

Jin: Hell yeah man! They’re gonna be pissed.

Jungkook: That’s what we were going for.  Thanks Jin!

Jin: Anytime bro!  Fuck the Eagles! #Lions4Lyfe

Jungkook: Don’t say that again.

Jin: Yeah that was stupid. Comin over tonight?

Jungkook: Nah I’ve got something I have to do.

Jin: Solid.  See you tomorrow!

Carelessly tossing his phone back into his bag, Jungkook turned to his team members saying, “It’s done.”  The locker room erupted into cheers as they all started to move to the showers.

Standing in his stall, water trickling down his bare body, Jungkook thought about how he had to face Y/n again today.  The last time he had talked to her she had blown him off when he suggested that they be friends.  He had seen her in the commons a few times or at the foodcourt, but chose to ignore her because that seemed to be what she wanted, even though he could see would occasionally see the hurt in her eyes as he turned away from her like she was dust in the wind.

The more she pushed him away, the more he wanted her.  It wasn’t one of those things where it was because he felt the thrill of wanting what he couldn’t have, but it was that the more she distanced herself, the more bothered he felt that she wanted nothing to do with him.

He finished up and exited the shower, quickly changing so that he could meet Y/n at the library by 6:30.  Shoving all of his clothes into his bag and tossing his towel into the rolling hamper, he walked out with Tae who had driven separately.

Upon arriving at the library, Jungkook saw Y/n standing outside of the building, talking to the last person he wanted to see.  The last person he wanted near her.  Swiftly, he put his car in park, gathered his things, and began to storm over to the two.

“Ah, Jungkook, long time no see.” Eric Johnson sarcastically greeted him with a smug smile.

“Johnson,” Jungkook growled, “What are you doing here?”

“Checked out a book that our library didn’t have.” Eric quickly held up the book before dropping it back to his side.  “I was just talking to your friend, Y/n.”

“Mhm.  So, you had to come to a public library that was 3 hours away?” Jungkook hummed deeply before looking to Y/n, “Go inside and set up.  I’ll be in soon.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, annoyance now covering her face, “Excuse me, Jungkook, but you don’t get to tell me what to-”

Jungkook took it upon himself to grab her shoulders, turn her body to face the building and give her a light push.  She slapped his hands away from her body before glaring at him and walking into the building.

Turning to Eric with narrowed eyes, Jungkook stepped forward so that only Eric could hear him, “Time to tell me why you’re really here.”

Eric’s eyes darkened, “I saw what you had done to our cars.  My car specifically, Jeon.  So, I decided to pay a visit to your friend here.  You’re not very good about being discrete by meeting her at a public library.  There are so many witnesses around here that you don’t even know about.”

Jungkook faked confusion, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The fuck you don’t.” Eric rumbled.  “Having someone paint pictures of your mascot all over our windows, wrapping them in plastic wrap, and mine specifically saying ‘Eric’s Small Johnson’.”

Jungkook snorted, knowing that Jin probably thought he was being creative while he was writing it.  “Well, if the shoe fits.  Whoever did that to your car must have known that you have a microscopic dick.  Maybe you should contact some of your exes, because I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Aggressively stepping forward, Eric got within an inch of Jungkook’s face, but Jungkook held his ground, not an ounce intimidation surging through him.  They bore deeply into each other’s eyes, quarterback against quarterback, unlike when they’re on the field where they have to stand along the sidelines and watch each other.  This was their only time to actually be face to face.

“I don’t have a microscopic dick and your little library girl is going to figure that out after we beat your ass in the championship on Friday.” Eric taunted.

Clenching his jaw and balling up his fists, Jungkook responded, “If you lay a hand on her, you’ll be in the hospital instead of on the field on Friday.”

Eric chuckled, “We’ll see about that.” he started to walk away.  “Tell your little library girl that I hope she comes to the game Friday.”

Before Jungkook could get the final word, Eric had gotten into his car and driven off.  With heat taking over his body, he tried his best to calm down before joining Y/n in the library.

Finally, cooled down enough to meet up with her, he entered the building, finding her at their usual spot with everything set out and ready to go.  He watched as she read through a book she had brought from home that she read for leisure.

“What was that about?” she asked without looking at him to show him that she was mad.

“You shouldn’t talk to him.” Jungkook informed her, taking a seat next to her.

She closed the book, eyes locking onto his, “I talk to who I want.  Though, I would never choose to talk to him again, he seemed like an asshole.”

“He is an asshole.” Jungkook stated matter of factly.  “Just promise me if you see him again… you’ll stay away from him.”

“Oh my god.” she let out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m not kidding, Y/n.” Jungkook said sternly, gaining her full attention.  “He’s not a good person.  I don’t want him near you.”

“Okay.” her body language started to become closed off.

He tried his best to mask his emotions, “Can we just get started?  I’m tired and I just want to go home.”

She blinked uncomfortably, “Um, yeah, sure.  Let’s get started.”

They only worked for an hour, both of them remaining pretty quiet the whole time.  They didn’t have their usual side conversations or make jokes with each other.  They worked strictly on studying for the mid-term.

Jungkook was too caught up in his thoughts about Eric and how he could make sure he kept him from Y/n.  Y/n was continuously thinking about Jungkook and what would have made him upset.  She didn’t like knowing that he was angry and she especially didn’t like that he was irritated with her.

As they exited the library wordlessly, Y/n felt compelled to say something to him.  She wasn’t going to apologize because she knew that she had done nothing wrong, but she did want to make sure that he was okay.

“Jungkook,” she touched his shoulder, causing him to pause his movement.  She could feel the thick muscle under his shirt tighten, “I just want to make sure you’re going to be okay.”

“Yeah,” he tried to reassure her, running his hand through his hair.  “Johnson just gets under my skin so easily and I don’t want him near you.  He’s poisonous.”

A small smile graced her lips, “Don’t worry about me, Kook, I can handle-”

“I DO WORRY ABOUT YOU THOUGH!” he cut her off, throwing his hands out.  “He purposely targeted you to piss me off!”

“Who cares!” she raised her voice, genuinely confused by his rage.

“I CARE!” he shouted.  “I care.  I care about you! He’s trying to use you against me and it’s working!  I just- he’s trying to mess with me.”

She placed a hand on his arm, “Jungkook, he’s doing this because he knows you guys are going to win. You know this and I know this.  I’m going to be just fine.  Honestly, what can he do to me?”

Jungkook stepped closer, “He can take you from me.”  There was so much vulnerability in his eyes that she felt a sharp pain in her chest.

Shocked, she replied, “No he can’t.” she whispered.  “I’m no one’s to take, Jungkook.  You’re letting all of this get to your head.  It’s me, Y/n, the nobody.  I’m just a tutor.”

Jungkook leaned in, placed a hand on her cheek, and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “You’re so much more than that.” his lips lightly moved against her skin before he gave her a quick peck again.

“Jungkook…”

His eyes locked onto hers like magnets, searching for some sort of reaction, “Oh, what the hell.” he mumbled before pulling her face to his and placing his lips against hers.  It was only a split second before she responded, allowing him to pull her so that she was pressed tightly against him, his hand moving to her lower back.

Her lips were soft, full, and gentle.  She was so delicate with her movements; the way her fingers were like feathers against his skin, soft and tender.  She was allowing herself to be close to him; something he had craved since they first started working together.

Pulling away, Y/n kept her hands gingerly placed against his cheeks, her thumbs grazing his cheekbones.  Her eyes glazed over as she slowly lowered her hands, making him miss the warmth of her skin against his.

“I have to go-” she told him, eyes diverted from his.

“Y/n, don’t do this-” he tried to take her hand in his, but she pulled away.

“Do what?” she cried, tears taking their time to move down her cheeks, “Be realistic?  Realize that this,” she gestured between the two of them, “would never work?”

He shook his head in disagreement, “It can work.”

“How can you say that?” her voice cracked, not hiding the hurt that she was feeling.  “How can you lie to yourself like that?  We’re not even in the same playing field!”

“That’s not true.” Jungkook stepped closer only to have her take a step back.

She harshly turned her head to the side so that she wouldn’t have to look at him as she spoke, “You don’t get it.  You never will!” her eyes became beautiful, but tragic waterfalls as she looked at him again, “The universe doesn’t make opposites like us align like that.  The stars in our galaxies shine and move in different ways.  Our lives intersecting like this is catastrophic enough.  I don’t want to do this and then be left stuck in a black hole alone.”

Jungkook clenched his fists, “I wouldn’t do that to you!  Why are you assuming the worst of me?” his voice boomed.

“Because that’s what happen when people like us try to become more than what we are.  Society would rip us apart.  It’s inevitable.  Idolized people like you, don’t end up with average people like me.  We were born to follow completely different paths, Kook.”

Jungkook reached for her hand, “We may be from different crowds, but that doesn’t mean that we would be torn apart.  Why do you have these thoughts in your head?  Who made you feel so low about yourself that you think that you’re not good enough for me?  Who hurt you?”

She pulled away before he could touch her, “It doesn’t matter.” she mumbled under her breath.  “Just leave me alone.  Good luck at the game.” And with that she left him standing there defeated and bewildered.  The only thing that was in the way of them being together was her, and there was nothing he could do about it.

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The sound of the band filled the area along with the chants of the cheerleaders and the roar of the crowd.  Jungkook threw the ball to Tae who dodged another player and jogged a bit before tossing the ball to a coach.

They were warming up and Jungkook found himself regularly looking into the crowd to see if Y/n had shown up.  Even though he knew she wouldn’t, he still held out hope that she would.  Each time he looked, the stands had gotten fuller, yet he didn’t see her.

Finishing warm-ups, Jungkook and Tae, along with two other teammates, headed toward the center of the field to meet the referee and the captains of the opposing team.  Eric stepped up so that he was right across from Jungkook, a smug smile plastered on his face, knowing that just seeing him would set Jungkook off.

They did the coin toss, neither Jungkook nor Eric taking their eyes off of each other.  The other captains shook hands and when it came time for the two of them to shake hands, Eric got closer and quietly said, “I see your little library girl came.  I can’t wait to get a piece of that sweet ass tonight.”

Jungkook turned to the stands to see Y/n sitting next to her brother, away from the student section, but there nonetheless.  It lit a spark in him that she came, but the fury he felt inside was building up just thinking about what Eric had said.

“We’re going to beat your ass for that championship trophy and then I’m going to beat your ass after the game.” Jungkook threatened as he threw down Eric’s hand and walked away.

Throughout the game the teams were head-to-head.  One team would get a touchdown, then the other.  It was a back and forth like a tug-of-war.  Eric’s words continued to ring in Jungkook’s head, even after half time.  It didn’t help that he stood in Jungkook’s view every single time he was on the field.

Huddled up together before the next play, Jungkook had finally had enough of Eric, “You guys trust me, right?” he asked his team members who all gave him a nod, “Just this play, I need you to do something for me.  I need Tae to get as close to Eric on the sideline and the rest of you need to block and make sure Tae is clear.”

“What?  Why?” one of them asked, shaking his head a bit.

“Because, that prick needs to have that smirk wiped off of his face.  Tae, when I throw the ball to you, purposely trip or something.  Do whatever you can, not to catch that ball.”

“Got it.” he said before they gave a single clap in unison and took their positions.

They began to run the play and it was all going to plan.  Tae was in a dead sprint to get directly in front of Eric and as Jungkook threw the ball with every ounce of strength in him, Tae faked having his feet fall out from under him, allowing the football to slam against Eric right in the jewels.  It hit him hard enough that even with a cup covering him… it was going to hurt.

Eric folded in half, his hand going to his private parts as he bent over in pain.  Jungkook smiled in satisfaction as Tae jogged over to him.  Supporters of the opponent’s side gasped in shock as supporters on Jungkook’s side tried to hide their laughter.

“He did that shit on purpose!” Eric shouted, trying his best to straighten up.  The referee ignored him.  Thanks to Tae’s acting skills, the ref had thought that it was unintentional and instructed them to finish the game.

When it came to the last quarter, last play of the game, the Lions were ahead, but the Eagles were in possession of the ball.  The rush Jungkook was feeling, knowing that there was only a minute left in the game was undeniably filled with pride as he watched Eric start to lose his confidence.

It was the last play; Eric’s last chance to tie up the game.  He made the mistake of looking over at Jungkook whose helmet was off and in his hand, arms folded across his chest.  Stood next to him was Tae, standing in the same position with the same hard facial expression.

And that was all it took so shake up Eric enough to screw up the last play.  As Eric inaccurately threw the ball, completely missing the player he was throwing to, the crowd erupted into cheers and shouts of celebration.

Jungkook threw his hands up, pumping his helmet up and down in the air.  The rest of the team stormed the field, along with all of the students from the student section.  People surrounded Jungkook, patting him on the back and ruffled his hair.  

“FUCK YEAH! YEAH!” he heard Tae yelling as he moved throughout the crowd, revelling in the attention and triumph.  

“Wow…” Jungkook recognized Y/n’s voice immediately.  “Your friend is on another level.” she said, laughing a bit.

“He always is.” Jungkook smiled, stepping closer to her.  “You came.”

“I did.” she said, folding her arms across her chest.  “Not for you though. For school spirit.” she lied, struggling to hide her smile.

He laughed, “What made you change your mind?”

“Last night I realized that I can’t let what people think get in the way of acting on how I feel.  The type of people we’re classified as doesn’t determine our compatibility--we do.  I was in a relationship in the past with someone who everyone looked to as a heroine and when it came to an end it was a bit… messy and completely changed my outlook on my future relationships.  But, then I realized that I am my own person and the heart piercing words I received back then, don’t define what my future holds.  No one gets to decide how I feel about you, but me.” she admitted, biting her lower lip.

He smirked, “And how do you feel?”

She fought a smile, “I kinda like you.”

Again he took a step forward, “Kinda?”

“Mhm...” she hummed, looking away from him.

He pulled her closer whispering, “How about you tell the truth.”  He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers.

She looked him in the eyes, “I like you a lot.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear.” he said before pulling her in for a shameless kiss for everyone to see.

It didn’t matter how many people were around them.  It didn’t matter who was around them.  All that mattered was her and him and that moment.  Their two galaxies had now become one.

And this was their first of many moments together as more than a just jock and the little library girl.

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[13reasonsstuff-archive]

Insensitive Pt 1 (Cyrus)

A/N: Cyrus continues to be my favorite to write. So much so I had to split this in two to get all my ideas out.  This was a very specific request so I hope I imagined it how it was requested, it was a fun one. Send me more Cyrus requests!  (p.s i love this gif. this is my new imagines gif.)

Request: Yes, by anon (x) 

Warnings: Cyrus is a sarcastic emo asshole, also angst ((and it’s me so of course cursing. ))

Word Count: 1357

Popularity. It was one word that defined a lot of people’s lives at Liberty. I saw it destroy friendships and relationships, even result in the masking of crimes. Somehow, I still found myself in that crowd though it often felt like I somehow kept getting caught on a whirling train and couldn’t find an escape route. It felt stupid to wish it would just go away when so many people clamored for it and now I just sounded conceited. I felt like I never could win. Either way people expected me to be a certain way and If I wasn’t I risked being casted away on the island of misfit toys where the emo’s and the hipsters lived in perfect harmony. I liked MCR as much as the next misunderstood teen, and I liked a good cold brew coffee occasionally, but neither of those things fit into my archetype apparently.

English was my last class of the day and also my favorite. I loved leaving school with Poe or Plath on the brain. It made me giddy to go home and reread their work while I attempted to avoid texts about various parties that gross members of the baseball team would no doubt be attending. It was my happy place and on a Monday afternoon a teenager in a black band t-shirt with a dog-eared copy of “The Lottery” sent that happy place into a tail spin.

“Mr. Walker we both know that’s not an approved title or part of the lesson plan this semester, put it away.”

“Why isn’t it approved? Please enlighten us Mrs. Taylor.” The boy looked smug, both feet stretching his chair back to the point where it teetered between snapping back and falling backwards. I almost gasped out loud as it squeaked.

“Mr. Walker I don’t need a copy of that atrocious glamorizing of violence in my classroom and I do not need to explain why to you. Put. It. Away.”

“As soon as you give me a good reason.”

“It is a senseless and tasteless text that only serves to promote violence and anger. It’s not something young people need to be reading Mr. Walker.”

“I’ve never even heard of it.” Zach said from the back of the class. I felt the need to role my eyes and sigh internally. As sweet as he was I was sure that boy didn’t read period.

“See Mr. Walker In fact I guarantee none of your classmates have even thought about picking up that text you’re so adamant about defending.” I had read it. I had like it too.

“I don’t think any of them read at all.”

Now I was offended. I spoke before I could fully think the decision through.

“I’ve read it.” I said louder than I expected. Both the combat boot wearing offender and the teacher turned to me.  

“The princess speaks.” He said smirking. “Didn’t know you read.”

“I didn’t know you actually attended classes, so I guess we’re both surprised.” I said narrowing my eyes as I stared right back at him.

“Look, if both of you want to avoid detention you can argue the book over an assignment. Consider it extra credit which we all know you need Mr. Walker. Convince me the book is something other than grotesque and I’ll do a unit on it and you two can avoid detention for the rest of the semester.”

“Seriously.” He said leaning his chair forward smiling.

“What? I don’t-“

“Or you could have detention. It’s your choice.” Mrs. Taylor said. I was silent.

“I guess it’s settled then. Book report on my desk in a week.” As the bell rang I felt my heart sink. This was the very last thing I wanted to do. The boy walked over to my desk as I gathered my things and tried to pretend I could avoid speaking to him, but I couldn’t for long.

“Cyrus.”

“I’m –“

“I know your name, everyone does it’s hard not to actually miss student council treasurer. Tell me does it ever get tiring? All that smiling at the rallies? Do you have to use Vaseline on your teeth?”

“Do you have to use a sharpie to get your eyeliner like that or did you get punched by someone? Considering your personality, I’d guess the latter.” I said standing up. I didn’t need to take his bullshit. I’d write the whole damn thing myself if I had too. I heard the jingle of chains on a pant leg. He was following me.

“Hey, you’re kind of feisty.”

“I’m kind of not in the mood for bullshit actually. Same thing I guess.”

“Where do you want to do this assignment thing?” I was ignoring him at this point walking towards the door to fresh air and freedom from this place.

“Monet’s has good coffee. Look I’ll buy ok god I’m sorry.” I guess some help was better than none. I reluctantly turned around.

“You ride a bike right?”

“What.”

“A bike y’know those things that don’t have engines.”

“Oh yeah, yeah I do.”

I sighed. “I have a bike rack attached to the back of my car. Hook it up and I’ll drive.”

He smirked. “Cool ok I’ll be right back.”

As I walked to my car I could see Chloe standing next to it. “Shit.” I muttered to myself. The girl was unaware and mostly oblivious however if you paid close enough attention you could see her smile never quite reached her eyes.

“So what was that about in English?”

“I had actually read the book?” I answered it like a question mostly because I was confused by her sudden line of questioning.

“Ok, but did you have to tell everyone you did? Couldn’t you have just left it alone?”

“What does it matter?”

“It matters to me and the rest of the squad if you’re going rogue on us.”

“Rogue? It’s a book Chloe and I’m not sorry for saying how I feel. Jesus. You should try it some time.”

“I know my place here, but sometimes I don’t know if you know yours.” She said.

I had struck a chord. I didn’t mean to hurt her, but I didn’t want to hear her run her mouth either. It was a rare time I put my own feeling over someone else’s and I was already regretting it.

“Look Chlo-“

“No, it’s fine. “She began to walk away, but stopped. “Hey, you’re still gonna cover for Bryce at the honor board meeting, right?”

“Half the team beat the shit out of Clay in the locker-room with a bag over his head Chlo.”  

“I already told you he wasn’t a part of it.”

“The rest of the honor board doesn’t seem to think so.” I said.

“Well, change their minds.” She said walking away. “Love you!” she yelled out.

If anything, else got added to my plate today I was going to scream, or have a nervous breakdown. I couldn’t in good faith cover for him, but as a member of the cheer squad and the honor board it was my job to. Cheer always came before honor, it was half the reason Marcus had elected me in the first place. Another person on the inside. Another person to do the dirty work. I had always found a way to ride the line, but this time I didn’t think I could and that was more stressful than any assignment ever could be.

“So, you’re their rat too huh?”

Cyrus had returned and apparently heard the entire conversation.

“Eavesdrop much?”

“Only when it’s interesting. Always knew the honor board was a bunch of bullshit.”

“It’s not. At least most of the time.” I said shrugging.

“It’s all bullshit really.” He said hooking his bike into the rack. “You sure your friends won’t throw a tantrum if I’m seen in your car?”

“I’m sure they will, but I don’t really care right now.” I said getting into the front seat. He looked puzzled and for a minute he smiled to himself before he got into the passenger side.

A part of me wished Monet’s served alcohol.

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[funkymeihem-fiction]

Operation: Miracle Prawn (A Meihem Fanfiction)

“Mei? Did you hear me?” There wasn’t much to stare at, so Mei stared at the one thing that was there; a single clock on the wall, watching with a blank gaze at the black numbers on the stark white circle. The thin red line of the second-counter slowly ticked away, moving steadily with its little mechanized jerky movement, clicking one spot over in timely precision. It was odd, still having an analog clock in this day and age. Perhaps Dr. Ziegler was comforted by its irritating ticking, somehow? That ceaseless, echoing ticking, where she could hear the turning and clacking of every gear in the machine’s guts, somewhere behind that clean white and black face. She stared at the clock and she listened to it tick, and watched the red hand go the entire way around, from 12 to 12 again. Dr. Ziegler tried again after a minute had gone by, biting her lip a little as the smaller woman stared blankly at the clock on the wall above, seemingly uncomprehending. “Mei? Mei-Ling, I know this is a lot to take in…” Mei shuddered a little on the examination table. She was used to the cold, more than anyone, but the thin little paper medical gowns offered no protection from the deathly chill of the clinic. She wished she had her thermal gear and her furs, like when she was trapped in the wastelands of Antarctica. True, she had lost almost ten years of her life, been the sole survivor of her entire expedition, and had traipsed across miles of unforgiving ice with no food and few supplies; but as she shivered beneath her little paper dress, she wondered if Antarctica had actually been warmer. Dr. Ziegler was talking again, over the ticking of the clock. “Ah, I see. If you need another minute, I can step out-” Mei felt herself lifting a hand to try and signal her to stay, trying to fight her way back to the present. The open folder with the little scattering of papers was still open on her lap, though all the letters jumbled together. Licking her lips, she tried to speak, a little wheezing noise hissing out before she managed to wrangle any words. “No! No, I’m…I’m sorry. Sorry, Dr. Ziegler. I d-don’t know what came over me. It…I just..” A gentle, calming hand (though covered in rubber and colder than ice) was laid upon her shoulder. “Just take a moment, breathe.” She tried to breathe, and the cold air burned her lungs. “Nn..” “It’s all right. I must admit I was….surprised, myself. And I assure you, I double checked, and then triple checked. That’s why I called you in for the tests today, just to be completely sure. I didn’t want to say anything until I was certain but…Well, now I am certain. Your results just came back and…They are positive, Mei.” She shook her head, because the results couldn’t be positive. The doctor had just made a mistake, that was all. “B-but…but I’m not…” “They all came back positive. You’re about four weeks pregnant.”

“…No, I’m not…” “Well you were about three weeks when you first came in for your regular check-up, but the hormone levels threw me off and I wanted to run some more tests. I even thought the machine might have been broken. But no, all results positive.” Dr. Ziegler kept talking, even if she shouldn’t have been. Because she was wrong. “I know that…it’s a lot to take in. When you’re ready, we’ll start to go over the procedures and new medical schedule you’ll be on. I do apologize for the frequency, but I’ll need to keep a very close eye on things. The odds are-” “I’m not pregnant,” Mei said again, looking up a little more desperately. “I can’t be. You said so, yourself. You said so.” “I…believe the odds I gave you were a little less than one percent…And it seems that one of your tries has hit the mark in that less than one percent range.” “Tries? But we weren’t…No, we weren’t trying?” Mei held her forehead, still trying to process everything. They hadn’t been trying for a baby at all. After all, they were both quite nearly sterile. Dr. Ziegler’s own tests had confirmed it. Mei’s emergency cryostasis had killed her eggs, and Jamison’s sperm was non-viable from his lifelong endurance of radiation. Of course, that hadn’t discouraged his libido. Especially after it was confirmed they they needn’t bother with contraceptives, she had lost count of the times she’d been intimate with the insatiable junker…and she did mean insatiable. He was always ravenous for more, and often came to her multiple times a day. Most often, she had obliged him. She’d ‘obliged’ him many, many times. Could it be? After so many months and countless ‘tries’ together, had there been some stray wandering sperm that had actually managed to find a lonely stray egg? Was it possible? Angela nodded gently, her fingers tightening very softly on Mei’s shoulder to try and focus her attention. “Just take whatever time you need. May I assume that you will want to tell the father in person, or do you want me to call him in?” “N-no. I’m sorry. I’ll tell him. I think I just need to calm down a little. Can I put my things back on and go clear my head?” “Of course. I’ll call you in a few hours, all right? Let me know if you need help with telling him, or anything else.” “Mm.” Angela left the room, and Mei began pulling on her clothes again. Her head was still spinning and as she pulled on her sweater, she looked down at her stomach slowly and then reached for her coat as well, shrugging it on and zipping it up as she rested both hands on her belly. It was always too cold in this clinic. Couldn’t let the baby get cold. …The baby… She had always thought she would make a good mother. Even before she had left for her ill-fated expedition, she had made plans that included little sons or daughters one day. She’d wanted to meet someone nice and settle down with him, and have two or three children in quick succession. They would have grown up together, with lots of toys about science to peak their curiosities, sports to keep them all healthy, and candy as a ‘sometimes’ treat. And she and her husband would attend every play and pageant, every practice, every recital, and they’d love and support one another as they grew up together. She’d wanted a family. Of course, that hadn’t happened. She had been locked out from nine years of her own life, had nearly died while trying to save herself, and her insides had been left ravaged and her hopes of a family dashed to pieces. And then she had not fallen for a responsible family-oriented fellow scientist as planned, but had instead (against all odds and against all better judgments) fallen in with an explosives-obsessed radiation-addled Australian junker whose only family was a pig-masked bodyguard and mercenary killer. They were the two that she had made into a sort of misfit kind of family for her. The kind of family with less piano recitals and soccer matches, and more random explosions and hunting down enemy Talon agents. They were going to make a new, strange, good life together, her and a man who called himself Junkrat. And now that was (again, against all odds) the man who had fathered an impossible baby inside her. How the hell was she supposed to tell him?…

*** “Oi Roadie, can you loan me your communicator?” “Why?” The two junkers were lingering in the cafeteria again. Junkrat had, as usual, inhaled his meal within a minute, and impatiently waited for his bodyguard to finish the massive amount of plates still in front of him. Roadhog seemed more interested in his honey garlic shrimp than his employer, even when the latter made a face and stuck his tongue out at the little orange-pink creatures scattered across the bed of rice. “Ugh! Never liked prawns, or shrimp. Creepy little squiggly things with weird sharp faces, that’s what they are.” “…Kind of like you.” “Fuck you, Roadie. C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, give me your comm. I need it to call Mei!” He reached across with one long arm, trying to snag the communicator by the pig-masked man’s ear. “Just hand it here, would ya?” Roadhog leaned back out of range. “Use your own.” “I tried! S’weird, I think it’s not working right. She called me three times, didn’t leave a message. Then she called again, and I was there to pick up, but then she just kinda breathed into the phone, made a weird noise, and it hung up. So I tried calling her back a few times and she didn’t pick up. Think maybe the comm’s busted. Let me use yours!” “If your’s isn’t blinking red, it’s not busted.” “Then what’s the deal with Mei, d’you think? Never took her for the ‘heavy breathing over the phone’ sort of gal. That’s really more your kind of a gig.” Roadhog shrugged with a forkful of shrimp halfway to his jaws. “Hm. Doesn’t seem right.” “Yeh! I know she’s there, but she’s acting all squirrely. And usually you know how she is on the phone. Always picks it up within three rings, sits up straight, speaks real prim and polite and proper, it’s adorable.” He straightened up, pinky stuck out by his communicator by his ear, raising his voice in a poor falsetto of Mei’s accent. “Mei-Ling Zhou speaking!” “Should just go find her, then.” Roadhog said. “You just saying that because she’s not acting right, or because you just want to eat your gross-arse shrimps alone?” “Yes.” Grumbling, Junkrat lifted from his seat and purposefully left behind his own mess of plates for Roadhog to clean up, ignoring his bodyguard’s warning rumbles as he hobbled off. Shrimp or prawns or xiā or whatever anyone called those little things, he was simply not a fan. He exited the cafeteria before any hooks could be flung his way, his peg clacking noisily down the hall as he skulked off towards the direction of the dorms. Pounding on the door of Mei’s room, he received no answer. He tried the communicator yet again, and still no answer. Was she in a meeting, maybe? Maybe at another of her appointments at Mercy’s clinic? She wasn’t due out for any missions, he knew, so she had to be somewhere. The meeting room was empty. And the library. And the entertainment room was not empty, but had that creepy African omnic horse-lady-thing hanging about inside instead of Mei, and he was none too keen on sticking around anything omnic, especially horse-lady-things. Everywhere he tried was empty, and when he knocked on the door of Mercy’s clinic, she gave him a very strange look when he asked if she’d seen Mei. She’d said that she hadn’t seen her since that morning, but urged him to try and contact her quickly, and then quickly excused herself. He was traveling from clinic towards the practice grounds, when he spotted movement up on top of one of the towers over by the cliffs, by one of the old satellite comm discs. Squinting, he was fairly sure he saw a dark head of hair, and a little flash of color that might have been a red-beaded pin with a rhinestone snowflake. Brightening, he quickened his limping gait across the pavement, metal peg clacking noisily as he stood at bottom of the stairs. “Mei! Is that you, babe?” he called. “Jamie?” she called back, sounding a bit surprised. “What are you doing out here?” “Looking for you, obviously!” He started up after her, poking his head out to see her sitting by herself on a beach blanket out in the sun. “Hey! You sunbathing? Make room for a rat! I’m real good at sunbathing, got lots of tips for ya. Now you’re gonna want a nice, even, all-over tan. So, topless sunbathing’s the way to go-” “Jamie.” “Take it from me, sun-baked tits are some of the nicest-” “Jamie!” “Got a nice sun-baked pair on me, meself! One time I was in Sydney-” “JAMIE!” He blinked and looked at her. She didn’t really seem to be in the proper, relaxed state of mind required for topless sunbathing, not at all. She looked fretful and a little drained. Screwing his face up to one side, he squinted and sat down on the blanket a little more quietly. “Not really sunbathing at all, were you?” “Sorry. I was going to call you later. Again.” “Was your comm busted? Thought mine was, but Roadie wouldn’t loan me his, so I went looking for you. Looked everywhere, actually. What’re you doing all the way out here by yourself? You in some kind of thinking funk again? I know how you get stuck in the muck sometimes, eh? Well, your favorite rat’s here for you now, darl!” She managed a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Well, I guess since you’re here now, there’s no getting around it. I think…we need to talk about something, Jamison.” “Sure! What are we talkin’ about, again?” “Okay…I’ve been going through this in my head over and over again, trying to think how to tell you. And I still don’t think I’ve decided on anything so, I just don’t know what to do. So…I’m just going to tell you, okay? So please just…Okay, I’m going to tell you…” She took a deep breath…and then continued blabbering on despite her best efforts. “Just give me a second, okay? I was going to call you but then I couldn’t, and then I thought maybe we should meet at the clinic, but it’s so cold in there, and it’s a lot to-” One long, lanky arm snaked around her abruptly, scooting her across the blanket and up against his side. “Think I might have been a bad influence on you. I’m normally the one with the mouth going off before the rest of me. Take a breath, c’mon, just say it, spit it out.” “Okay, I went to see Dr. Ziegler today. I-it’s been confirmed and…uh, four weeks…I-I’m…” “C’mon.” “Jamie, she says I’m pregnant.” He froze beside her, every usually twitching muscle going stone still. Very, very slowly, he turned to look at her, his face shadowed from the sun and his yellow eyes practically glowing. She couldn’t place the tone of his voice at all. “…What?” She took a breath. “I’m pregnant.” “…No you’re not.” He looked down at her stomach like it was about to bite him, lifting a hand, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. “…You having a go at me, Mei?” She was almost relieved at his trepidation. It had been much the same as her own strange wariness, and she had been afraid that he would be as enthusiastic about it as he was about other things, with hooting and hollering and far too much celebration for something she hadn’t even fully accepted yet. Instead he sat there with doubt and surprise, repeating the same words she had said earlier. ‘No you’re not’. No, you can’t be pregnant. She couldn’t be pregnant. THEY couldn’t be pregnant. Not them. “S-she said that the odds were less than 1 percent…but we somehow hit that one percent together. It’s about four weeks.” “But my balls are no good. And you got bad eggs. I mean, we can’t…” “We could. Just, less than one percent. And…we did. I’m about four weeks in. I mean, it’s not quite a baby-” His eyes darted down at the word ‘baby’ again, looking down at her belly. It wasn’t swollen at all, and he had trouble imagining something like a human baby in there. He’d seen pictures of babies before they were babies. Ugly little things, they were, like a prawn, or a shrimp. Like the honey garlic shrimp that Roadhog had been eating for lunch earlier, one of those shrimp, floating around somewhere in what should have been a barren womb. He listed his mechanical fingers to his head, pulling at his hair. “No. Fuck…Fuck, can’t be. Tell her to test again-” “She checked and re-checked again. She didn’t believe it at first, either.” “Well she’s wrong. Fuck me, she’s the one who said we were both bodgy on the inside! She’s the one who said-” “Less than one percent chance, Jamison…” “Uh…Are we sure…it’s mine?…” She didn’t bother with an answer to that one. He put his face in his hands, mumbling expletives and something about shrimp to himself. Mei waited patiently beside him, wrapping her arms around her knees and rocking back and forth slowly as she waited for the junker to gather himself. And finally he did, peeking one eye out between his fingers. “What do we do, Mei?” “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I only found out this morning.” “Is it…I mean, do we know it’s good?” His voice sounded surprisingly small. “What do you mean, good?” “I mean…four limbs, two eyes, two ears, a nose, does it have everything? Is it okay in the brain? It’s not like me? I mean, if it’s from me-” She seemed surprised, then a little stern, pulling herself in against his bony ribs and staying there. “No, Jamie, I don’t want you to think like that. It’s not like that.” “It might be like that,” he said. “Mei, you’ve never seen junker babies. They’re not good. The radiation’s no good for babies. Even if you can have them, and there’s not many, they’re not…they’re not always right. It does stuff to ‘em.” He gave her a rather haunted look. There had been very few pregnancies in Junkertown, and news always spread like wildfire when a woman’s belly started to grow. But, news would also spread like wildfire when it was ‘just like the others’. A lot of times they’d just be tiny premature stillborns, dead before they could live. Other times they would come out withered and malformed from the poisons in their air and water. And few junker women had the resources or the werewithal to try and raise an unhealthy baby. He’d seen one of them dead once, abandoned out in the lonely desert; a dried husk of what should have been a baby, with its fingers fused together, extra limbs twisted around where its legs should have been, and its sunken eyes the size of grapefruits, too big for its skull. He usually put such things out of his mind. Not like he was ever going to have a baby, after all… “I think it’s too early to tell?” she said. “It’s not really anything yet, at four weeks.” “A lil’ shrimp…” he muttered, looking to her belly again. “Not even a shrimp,” she confirmed, even if she thought the comparison a little odd. “I guess we just…I’m not sure what we want to do? This changes a lot of things.” “If it’s not a good one, you gotta tell the doc to do something. S’not right, makin’ a baby live like that…” His gaze had gone far-off again, and she could tell that whatever he was thinking of, it was bothering him. “Heh. Figures…Everything I make, it breaks apart eventually, eh?” “Jamison, it might be fine. I’m not sure what you’re thinking, but it’s not like that. It might be good. This isn’t Junkertown,” she said gently. “Dr. Ziegler and I have already talked about all the medical schedules we’ll need, to make sure everything is good and that she’s healthy.” His head darted up abruptly at that. “She?” “No! No, no,” she said quickly, waving both hands. “I mean, um..Oh, that just came out. It’s too early to be anything yet. I just kind of said it. I mean…It would be okay, wouldn’t it? If it was a she?” His eyes widened down at her. “A little girl? Okay? What kind of a question is that? Of course it would be okay. But…it can’t be like me. It’s gotta be like you. A little baby version of my Mei running around, that’s more than okay. She needs to look just like you though. Gotta be real smart like you, too. Hell, there should be as many little Meis as possible, a whole army of them!” “An army? Oh, um…Let’s slow down a bit, there. That might be too many. Besides…She might look like you,” Mei pointed out, the edges of her lips turning up in a little smile. “I’ve always liked your eyes, she might have your eyes?” He paused at that. Slowly, the twisted husk in his mind’s eye shifted and changed, first to the honey garlic shrimp from Roadhog’s plate, and then it grew; with all four limbs, two ears, a nose, and two eyes…his eyes. A pair of orange-yellow eyes, on a pair of fat little cheeks that looked more like Mei’s than his. Maybe a little girl with his eyes would be okay, although she still looked more like her mother. Maybe she’d have his hair too? Or his freckles? Or what if it was a boy? A little boy that looked like him or Mei would be fine too. He grew up scrawny and scrangly, so that was what he imagined. A little boy with band-aids on his knees and tape around his glasses…glasses over dark eyes like Mei’s. But they had to be healthy, they had to be whole. They couldn’t be like the broken things he was used to. They had to be…good…Like their mom. And maybe, just maybe, a little like him? Mei said she’d wanted the baby to have his eyes, after all. Maybe they could be like him, and still be good. Maybe it would all be all right, if they were careful. “D’ya think…I mean, can we be sure they’d be all right?” He asked cautiously, trying not to let the little pictures in his mind turn back into the radiation-poisoned husks he’d seen before. “Heh. I said they. Like, more’n one.” “We have one of the best doctors in the world here. I think that would be okay?” She said a little more quickly than she’d meant, and shied away a little when he looked at her. “I mean…A boy or a girl would be fine. Or both. Or having more than one. I always used to imagine I’d have both, so I’m good with either. Or both. Especially both? I haven’t really thought about it in such a long time, having kids. I thought I just couldn’t, and that was that…” “Thought I couldn’t too. I mean, not just my bodgy balls, but finding someone who’d put up with me, eh? Plus, never thought I’d be a good dad. I didn’t have a dad and then there’s the way I am, and just I mean…me? I couldn’t…can’t…be a dad?” She rested her cheek against his sunburnt shoulder, the tips of her hair tickling his arm. “Well, I guess we were both wrong?” He was still having trouble grasping the concept of the whole ‘baby’ thing, much less his ‘baby’ thing. Of course, that meant he would be a father. And that whole idea still seemed pretty damn preposterous, him being a dad. He was pretty sure he was in his mid-twenties somewhere, so that part wasn’t the issue. But the radiation had eaten away bits of his mind and his memory, he had a love of pyrotechnics that nobody else understood, and only a few short years ago he had torn a path of destruction and chaos across multiple countries in a crime spree that had landed him on the telly the world over. What sort of dad was that to a baby? Couldn’t bring a baby on a heist, could you? Babies meant lots of screaming, crying, pooping, laughing, changing nappies… Although, he was honestly used to pretty much all of that, really…except maybe the nappy-changing. And he would have to change a lot of things, not just nappies. Everything would change, especially how things were with him and Mei. “It’s kind of overwhelming, isn’t it?” Mei murmured next to him. “I thought maybe Dr. Ziegler had just found an abnormality a few hours ago…and it turned out to be a baby?” “That’s a pretty big kind of an abnormality, lovey. We…We can keep it, though? Yeh?” “Well…I want to. And I think you want to? Don’t you?” “Yeh, I want to. If it’s a good one, and it’s gonna be a good one. But, what do we do with them? I dunno how to be a dad to anyone.” “Well, I’ve never been a mother before…but I always wanted to be,” she said, and there was a little glow her cheeks, and her smile seemed more steady. “It’s not like we’re teenagers or anything. I mean you’re in your twenties and I’m…I’m still technically, sort of barely thirty-one? In a way, right? That’s okay, I think. And we’ll have lots of help here, with doctors and friends, and we can always ask questions to Ana or Torbjorn or-” “Wait! You’re right, we can. Doesn’t that little man have like eighty-seven children? He’s got to know everything there is to know about raisin’ babies! And yeah, Nan will know everything too. She’s aces, bet she knows twenty different ways to change a nappy on the battlefield…Although I guess you won’t be out on the battlefield for a while.” Very hesitantly, he reached out a large, broad black-nailed hand, looking to Mei as if for permission. After he received a little encouraging nod, he went to place it on her stomach. Strange, it didn’t feel very different to him at all. “Gotta keep our little prawn safe in there.” “I thought you didn’t like prawns? They scare you?” She teased. “They do. And I gotta say, I am fuckin’ terrified of this one in particular,” he said, rubbing his palm over her belly. “Oi, that’s what I’m gonna call this whole thing! Operation: Miracle Prawn.” “Please don’t.” “Too late, it’s official. Besides…We got to go talk to Doc Angelface and make sure everything’s apples with you on the insides. D’you even realize how strong n’ smart this one’s gonna be, darl? Just think how fuckin’ determined this baby is to get born, beating those less than one percent odds? That right there, that’s from me, that’s junker determination. Or I guess that might be from you too, that will to survive against anything what comes at us? And with our combined smarts? Fucking hell, Mei, this baby’s going to rule the world.” “I guess I never thought about it that way. Maybe she…or he…maybe they really do want to be born that badly. I’m still not calling it ‘Operation: Miracle Prawn’, though.” “You’ll come around.” His lips pressed to the top of her head, and his prior fear and wariness seemed to have mostly abated, though his hand on her belly was shaking a bit. “Arright. Like I said, we gotta go check in with Doc Angelface, and then Hog, and then Hana and Lucio, and then everybody else on the whole base.  And then probably the world. And then I guess I got to read up on baby things because if I think about it any I think I’m just about ready to chunder everywhere, so I’m not gonna think about it right now. In fact, right now…I’m thinking of something else?” His hand on her belly rubbed in wider circles, until it started to slip downward, his lithe fingers sliding into the top of her pants. She hadn’t quite been expecting that, eyes widening. “Jamison!” He hauled himself on top of her, tilting his lower body to keep his weight off her stomach. “At some point I’m gonna have to stop rootin’ you. Because of the baby and all, gotta take good care of the baby. So we gotta get lots of prime ‘us’ time in while we can. And before we go to the doc’s, there’s nothing I want more than to root you silly. Again. Let’s put another baby in there, make it twins.” “That’s not how it works!” she protested, even as her arms looped around his bony shoulders. “I’ll show you how it works,” he replied, already starting to peel the bottom of her shirt upward, pausing to rest a broad palm across her stomach. “Can’t believe it. Still can’t believe it. Probably won’t really believe it until you’re getting all big, heh. Less than one percent, eh? Heh, not for my girl and the little junker inside her! And all the ones after that! Operation: Miracle Prawn is officially a go!”

He grinned when he saw she was about to give him another earbashing about the name, and smothered her words with his lips instead.

***

(This is not actually my personal headcanon. I like to think that Junkrat and Mei actually come to terms with their inability to conceive, eventually. But, fanfiction is for imagining crazy scenarios and I had a few requests for this specific subject! So, here you go!)

#meihem #junkmei #meirat #junkrat #jamison fawkes #mei #mei-ling zhou #roadhog #mako rutledge #mercy #angela ziegler #overwatch #fanfiction #writing #funkymeihem

[darkprincessloki92]

A night to remember

Chapter 1/?

Summary; After an almost faital car accident the reader takes a trip to London.

Pairing; Tom and Reader

Warnings; Car accident/ One or two swear words.

A/N Sorry its kind of long I just kept writing. Hope you guys like it!  

After her car accident (y/n) asked her mom if she could go on a small vacation. Now that all of the surgeries and appointments where over. Her mom asked her “Where do you want to go” She sat on the floor in front of her mom placing her hand on her chin. “I want to go to london” Her mother almost chocked on her coffee. “LONDON! Are you crazy! No way in hell are you going by yourself” her mom almost had a heart attack even thinking about it.

“Mom I’m 26 I can do it!” She says. “(y/n) (y/m/n) no way in hell! You servived a fatal car crash. Leaving you with a scar along your neck.” Her mom cupped her cheek, “ I almost lost you.” Her mom began to tear up. “Please just some where closer” She leaned into her moms hand and sighed. “Just think about it” She asked her mom.

After a few weeks of asking and showing her mom improvement on physical therapy. (Y/n)’s mom decided to let her go. “ You are to check in twice a day, no acception.” Her mom demanded. “Yes momma” she replied. So she started packing.

******

The flight was long but definitely worth it. She got out of the plane and looked out side and saw the clearest blue sky. Once she got all of her things she went to find a taxi. Thankfully one happened to be there. So she gave the taxi driver her address and off she went. Her mom’s boyfriend bought her a condominium to stay in. She walks in through to door and took in all the glory.

Everything was white, teal and rose gold. Her favorite colors. She dropped her things off and started unpacking. Once everything was semi in order she sat down on her couch. Starring at the cealing. The quiet drives her crazy. So she sat up and said to herself “something is missing”

A pet, that’s what’s missing. She needs a companion to keep her company. So she grabbed her laptop and searched for the nearest pet store. Finally finding one just down a few blocks. She showered and got in some comfy clothes. It was sunny yet a bit chilly so she grabbed a scarf. Excited to have some one to talk to while she is here. Out the door she went. A women on a mission.

Walking down the quiet streets of London she rounded the corner and saw the pet store. She crossed the street and headed to the store. A very pretty clerk sat at the front desk. “Hey, can I help you find something?” The clerk asked. “Yes, I am looking for a companion. I just moved here and could use the company!” The clerk looked at her sideways. “Sure I’ll take you back.”

She followed the clerk and saw all of the kittens and puppies she could dream of! But she saw a tiny black kitten and her heart fell in love. “I’ll take that one please!” She exclaims. “Really that one? He’s the runt of the litter?” The clerk questions. “All the more reason!” Knowing she is just as much of a misfit as the kitten.

The clerk handed the kitten to her. She wrapped him up in her scarf and the kitten began to pur. She hugged him very lightly and said “ I’ll call you loki” The kitten stretched and yawned. “Alright I’ll need to get you some food and some toys!” She walked through the store grabbing everything she thinks she needs. But the one thing she needed was a bag of cat food.

Of course it’s on the top shelf. Why wouldn’t it be. She sighed looked around and didn’t see the clerk. She wasn’t much taller but she could at least get a ladder. She heard the door open and the clerk said her usual hello. She reached on her tip toes....”almost.......almost...” still holding the kitten in place. “Do you need help darling” a deep British accent scared her. Almost dropping the food on herself and the kitten.

The unknown voice quickly grabbed the bag. She closed her eyes in fear of being hit. (A side effect of the accident) once she opened her eyes she saw a tall gentleman with a smile as bright as the sun. long red curls and a slight 5 o’clock shadow. He looked familiar but she couldn’t place it. “Are you going to be ok” the stranger asks. “Yes I think we will be ok” she sighed. “We?” the stranger asked head tilted. “Oh duh...sorry my little fury friend here” she moved the scarf so the man can see her kitten. Safe and sleeping.

“My name is (y/n) (y/l/n)” the stranger put the bag in the cart “Hello (y/n) that’s a very pretty name. Mine is Tom, Tom Hiddleston. Her heart sank...(omg I know him) she scream internally. He smiled and Walked towards the kitten in her hands. “What’s his name?” Tom asks. (Oh no I can say it’s Loki that’s so awkward....) she thought. “His name is Um....” she bit her lip. “His name is um ?” Tom laughs “His name is loki.” She stares at the ground. “Well he is very cute, loki would be proud to have a kitten named after him.”

“I must be going, but would you like help to your car?” Tom asks. “Yes could you actually hold Loki my arms are killing me” She takes off the scarf forgetting about her scars. Tom turns pale with a deep look of concerned. She completely forgot about her scars. The heat of the day made them more prominent. She looked tom in the eyes noticed tom was looking at her. She began to tear up thinking he was judging her. So she grabbed her kitten leaving everything behind.

Tom jogged after her which didn’t take long considering his long strides. “Please (y/n) I didn’t mean to offend” Tom says trying to catch his breath. “I just have never seen anything like that before.....wait that came out horrible” Tom runs his fingers through his hair. Her heart fluttered. “Um it’s ok, I guess I just need to get used to people starring”.

Tom tucks her black hair behind her ear so he can see her scar better. She first flinched at his touch. But than quickly relaxed. He lifted her chin to meet his eyes. “Would you like to join me for dinner” Tom asks. “Could I take my kitten home first?” Tom smile at her yes “Oh yes of course.” All smiles. She began to walk away. Turning back to see Tom standing there confused. “Well come on” She says holding her hand out.

Tom quickly grabbed her arm and walked her to her condo. (What are you thinking....bringing some stranger to your new place...well he isn’t really a stranger...you know OF him..) she thought to herself. They reached the condo and she began to set everything down. Tom still standing at the door. She looks back noticing him fidgeting with his hands. “Why don't you come in for a drink while I get Loki settled.” Tom nods and lightly shuts the door behind him. 

She grabs her phone out of her purse, turns on the Bluetooth and picks one of her favorite songs. 

(Play Megan Trainor- When I'm dancing to feel what I felt when writing this part)

 She begins to dance around and Tom begins to slightly nod his head. She slides her feet across the floor to him and takes his hand to try and get him to dance. “ You have no idea what your getting yourself into.” Tom says with a smile. “Bring it pretty boy.” she teases. He finally lets loss and starts his dance moves. Mesmerized by his movements she leaned on the table watching him move his snake hips. 

Tom grabs her waist and Twirls her around. He pulls her in for a sloppy slow dance and whispers in her ear, “I’ll give you a night to remember” 

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in up coming chapters 

#tom hiddleston #fanfic

[xxprincessjewelsxx]

A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Bonus Chapter - The Fate Of Jinwoo

Warnings: None

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15(M), Ch. 16, Ch. 17(M), Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Bonus Chapter

“I will never…ever…let monsters like you near him again!”

It had been almost a month since I said that back in that warehouse; whether or not I would be able to keep my promise...both of my promises was still yet to be seen.

Every time he would see me buy something for Jinwoo for “his” room Junmyeon would remind me that he couldn’t stay and he thought he may have found a safe place for him to go. “I know you promised that you wouldn’t leave him, but I told you at the beginning he wouldn’t be able to stay...”

I couldn’t tell if he was telling me that because he was trying to get me to break my attachment from Jinwoo...or his own. 

“Myeon...will you open this for me?” Jinwoo questioned holding up his Marvel Lego set that he hadn’t gotten to play with yet.

Junmyeon looked away from the TV at the sound of the name that Jinwoo had given him due to the fact that the four year old sometimes had a hard time with ‘Junmyeon’. “Sure buddy,” he said taking the box from him and opening it for him.

“Build something with me!” Jinwoo said excitedly pulling on his arm, “Please, please, pleeeeeeeeeease!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll build something with you....”

That wasn’t the first time that he built something with Legos with him or played anything with him for that matter. The others were beginning to get attached as well.

Minseok, that giant pain in my ass, was surprisingly very good with children and never minded when Jinwoo asked him to play with him. 

Lay taught him how to “properly bandage a booboo” when he tripped and scrapped his knee.

Baekhyun was teaching him how to play video games (on my orders....okay yelling I made sure they were child safe) and was also teaching him how to build a toy car out of spare remote parts (Junmyeon wasn’t thrilled about that one).

Chen had taught him some “punny” jokes and also offered to start on swimming lessons when Jinwoo saw the guys going to the pool and he wanted to go too.

Chan was Jinwoo’s giant jungle gym and loved sitting up on his shoulders. Must to my dismay, but I couldn’t deny that at the same time it sadly could come in hand in the future. Chan also taught him a couple of self defense moves that were easy enough for a child but could help him get away from someone should he be in a situation that he had too.

Kyungsoo was the complete wild card of the group; I would find him along side the others playing cops and robbers with Jinwoo, full out imaginary mode.

Kai was teaching him trying to teach him to play cards, but then resorted to using the cards to help Jinwoo with his counting.

and Sehun was trying to teach the boy how basically be a pickpocket.

“I started out picking people’s pockets and I turned out just fine....”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that with a straight face.” 

I was beginning to worry though, as soon as Junmyeon began to get close to Jinwoo or saw any of us getting closer, he would try and reiterate that Jinwoo wasn’t staying.

But it wasn’t until I had school catalogs did alarm bells start to go off for me. It was closing in on September and school didn’t start until march, but since Jinwoo (from what the birth certificate Baek found said) was getting ready to turn five, preschool was on the horizon and though there was a probably chance of turf war. Education was important.

“What are you doing?” Junmyeon said when he saw the catalogs on the table.

“Looking at preschools,” I replied.

“Why?” he questioned.

“Because there is a small child on the premises,” I replied, “If none of these school have enough security than I’ll just teach him myself.”

“Y/N....” he started, resting his hands on the back of the couch, “When I told you he wasn’t staying...I wasn’t lying about that.”

There was something different about his tone this time that made every alarm bell that I had in my body go off. Looking at him I saw the seriousness on his face and I shook my head. “Junmyeon please....”

“I found a place where he will be safe...” he said.

There was a resounding smack in the room within moment of him saying this. “How dare you!” I yelled at him as I pounded on his chest, “You wiped away tears! You scared away monsters! You played make-believe and read bedtime stories! For god sake’s you checked on him when ever you got home and he was already asleep! And now you’re just going to give him away like none of that mattered?!”

He pulled me close as I angrily sobbed into his chest. “I’m doing this...I’m doing this so he doesn’t have the same life as us...” What he was saying was more him convincing himself than anything and I hated him for that.

“Y/N?”

I didn’t want to look at Jinwoo...I didn’t want to look at the small boy that I had come to love so much when I knew that he was going to be taken away from me.

“Y/N, why are you crying?” Jinwoo questioned.

I finally managed to look over my shoulder and saw Jinwoo standing there holding Minseok’s hand. Minseok was looking at his feet with a look that resembled that of shame. And Jinwoo...he was dressed to leave.

“Are you sad that I’m going on a trip?” he questioned.

I pushed Junmyeon away and ran over and pick Jinwoo up and held him close. “I can’t let you do this, Junmyeon...I just...please don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N...it better this way,” he said, “Minseok...”

Minseok didn’t move and just shook his head, not listening to his boss. “I can’t...” he said, “You want to do this, you have to do it yourself.”

He was hesitant but Junmyeon walked over and took a very confused Jinwoo from me. “What’s going on, Myeon?”

“You’re going on a trip buddy...just like I said,” Junmyeon replied.

“Don’t do this!” I said, chasing after them, “Please don’t!” As I ran I tripped on the corner of the area rug in the dining room and watched as the elevator doors began to slide shut.

“Wait Myeon! Y/N fell! We have to check on her!” Jinwoo said, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

After the doors completely slid closed I stayed on the floor and cried. ‘I hate you...I hate you so much, Kim Junmyeon.’

~Junmyeon~

“How come Y/N was crying? And why couldn’t she come with me on the trip?” Jinwoo questioned, his small legs swinging in the booster seat that Yixing had bought for him.

“As a doctor, I can’t consciously let you drive around town with a four year old, know that he is not in a proper booster seat....”

“Y/N doesn’t like that you’re going on this trip...that’s why,” he replied.

“How come?” Jinwoo questioned.

Children were so full of questions, especially Jinwoo. After a while he quit asking questions about when his mother would be coming back and his questions turned more to the things happening in his surroundings. Which is one of the reasons why he felt it was best that Jinwoo not be around EXO. He was questioning things like why Chan’s knuckles were bruised, why they all had guns, why him and Y/N couldn’t just go to the park, why Chen smelled like “icky lady perfume” and was covered in glitter...

Things that a child didn’t need to question....things a child didn’t need answers to. Things Junmyeon didn’t want to have to explain to him; Y/N misunderstood how he was feeling. He didn’t want to give him up, he didn’t want Jinwoo stuck in the same situation that they were.

He was twelve when he ran away from home, spent three years alone on the streets, fending for himself until he met Minseok and they decided that they were done taking shit from the thugs in the streets. They weren’t going to be victims; you could say EXO were a bunch of misfits who decided that they weren’t going to let anyone bring them down and slowly they found themselves in class with the Mafias. Guns, drugs, women, money...all of it. Junmyeon loved the power that he had, he even craved it and craved more of it.

But he didn’t want Jinwoo to find himself in a situation  He wanted him to end up in a normal happy home, unlike either of the ones he or Y/N had. Sure Y/N could probably make Jinwoo smile everyday...but there were so many dangerous that would lay below the surface, how long would that happiness last.

“Myeon...can I ask you something?” Jinwoo questioned.

Junmyeon looked at him through the rear view mirror. “Yeah, of course.”

“My mommy isn’t ever coming back to get me...is she?” he questioned, “Y/N won’t tell me...but she’s not coming back, is she?”

“No...she’s not,” he replied frowning.

“Oh...can I ask you something else?”

“Mmhmm...”

“Do you think Y/N would be upset if I asked if she could be my new mommy?”

Junmyeon’s foot almost slammed down on the break in surprise but he couldn’t bring himself to answer. Of course Jinwoo would ask something like that when he was trying to deal with one of the toughest decisions that he had made in a very long time.

Pulling into the parking lot of the home for boys that he had managed to find that had a very good reputation of being a safe environment for the boys who ended up there, he was now more conflicted then ever.

“Is this a school? Y/N said that school doesn’t start until March....” Jinwoo said.

“It’s uh...almost something like that...” Junmyeon lied before getting out of the car and retrieving him from the back seat.

At the door he was greeted by a woman in her mid-forties. “You must be Mr. Kim...and you must be little Jinwoo,” she said with a smile.

That smile did nothing for the aching feeling that Junmyeon had in his chest.

“Is this a school?” Jinwoo questioned again.

“Well you will get schooling while you’re here, but you’re going to live here,” the woman said.

“What?” Jinwoo questioned with big eyes before looking at Junmyeon, “But I want to stay with you.”

“I know buddy...but...but it’s safer if you go with her,” Junmyeon said, managing to pull Jinwoo off of him and hand him to the woman. 

“I’ll promise he’ll be safe here,” the woman said, trying to keep a grasp on the struggling and crying Jinwoo.

Junmyeon did everything he could to try and tune out the sobs and cries of Jinwoo as he headed towards the door. Y/N had been right; he wiped away tears, scared away monsters, read bedtime stories and played make-believe with Jinwoo. But this was all for the-

“DADDY!” 

Any of the reasoning that Junmyeon may have tried to use went out the window in an instant and he found himself pulling Jinwoo out of the woman’s arms.

“Mr. Kim?!” the woman said in surprise as she looked at the man that was now kneeling on the ground comforting and apologizing to the small child in front of him.

In front of her was not “The Leader of EXO”, “Suho”, or even just a man who was a gangster....in front of her was a man who had unintentionally become a father to a boy when he needed that love and care the most.

“Mr. Kim...you already handed him over, I’m going to have to-”

“Twenty-five thousand dollars....”

“Excuse me?!”

“You give me the paper work for adoption, me and my fiance will sign and I will fax it back to you along with twenty-five thousand dollars in whatever bank account you choose, as long as I can take him home tonight.”

The woman just stared at him. “I...”

~Y/N~

I laid on my bed staring out the window. I was never going to talk to Junmyeon over again...for as long as I lived. ‘I wonder how far I’d get if I ran away....’

There was a knock on the door and I just pretended to be asleep instead of answering, hoping that whoever it was would get the point and go away. But they didn’t and the door opened. I waited for them to realize that I was “asleep” but was tackled by a small body.

“Wake up! Wake up! Daddy was so mean to me and gave me to some lady and said that I was going to go live with you instead of with you and him!”

My eyes snapped open. “Jinwoo!” I said, pulling him close to me and kissing all over his cheeks causing him to giggle, “Wait...daddy?”

“Yeah...you and Myeon are my new mommy and daddy...that’s okay, right?!” he questioned.

I looked at Junmyeon who had a very guilty look on his face. That had gotten to him, he had tried to lie to himself about his attachment and tried to distance himself from Jinwoo...but in the end in the end Junmyeon had fallen into a roll he never meant to. We all had...

“Of course it is sweetie,” I said kissing the top of his head.

“Jinwoo...I saw Chanyeol in the living room when we got here...why don’t you go see if he’ll play with you,” Junmyeon said.

“Alright!” he said before running from the room.

Once he was out of ear shot I looked at Junmyeon. “You’re a dirty rotten bastard, you know that, right?”

He nodded. “I am fully aware of that and that’s why...” he stopped and walked over, holding out a file folder.

I took it and looked inside. “Adoption Agreement?” I said, looking over the document and seeing his signature already at the bottom, “You already signed...”

“This dirty rotten bastard couldn’t say goodbye,” he said, “I thought I was a tough guy turns out I’m just-mmph.”

He was cut off by me grabbing his face and kissing him. When I finally pulled away from him we were both out of breath. “You’re a dirty rotten bastard, but you did a very good thing by bringing him home,” I said before kissing him again, “Thank you.”

We continued to kiss until he suddenly pulled away. “Sign this real quick, I have to fax it,” he said, holding out the document and a pen. I quickly signed and he rushed from the room before momentarily popping his head back in. “When I get back, you and I are doing this right?” he questioned, pointing back and forward between us. I raised an eye brow at him and he just shook him head. “You know what, nevermind...I’ll go fax this and when I get back, we’ll lock the door and see what happens,” he said before disappearing.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. What ever did happen next, I was just happy that Jinwoo was back home...and have everyone back together.

I hope you didn’t think that I was going to forget about Jinwoo. Was his fate what you were expecting? 

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[thedaveandkimmershow]

Exiting 2017 with jobs and projects isn’t how we entered it.

The start of 2017 featured the both of us without work. I’d just finished a freelance gig at the end of 2016 and Kimmer just ended her previous contract: an unhealthy mix of paycheck opportunity with no work/life boundaries.

So.

We entered that New Year with zero thrust. White knuckling all the way.

If you’ve never been unemployed, never reached the end of a project without your next gig on the horizon and had to apply for unemployment... then you’ve never had the pleasure of the soul-crushing, confidence-shredding experience that is applying for jobs.

It’s an effort seemingly without end and filled with infinite variations on your resume and cover letter as well as the similarly endless polishing of your professional website and LinkedIn. It’s an exercise in humility, an unwelcome test of character, as your resumes, cover letters, and applications are faithfully ignored. Like everything you send into the world is falling on deaf ears.

Or like you’re looking for the Island of Misfit Toys... only you can’t find it. Or you’re looking but they’re all hiding from you.

Balls.

With all that in mind, then, we offer our Thanks to all the admins, recruiters, and human resourcers who called us back, spoke with us, or even replied with the official company email of regret.

Thank you.

You have no idea how important it is to be acknowledged.

Actually... maybe you do.

Our deepest, most heartfelt Thanks goes to all those who helped keep our professional careers afloat in 2017. They helped in specific, tangible ways to provide the thrust with which we’re entering 2018.

So.

To the good folk at The Center in Edmonds... wow. Thank you for responding so quickly to Kimmer’s application. The speed with which you brought her into your professional home was breathtaking.

To Tom... thank you for talking me up beyond all reason to other professionals and clients alike. Your check... is in the mail. ;-)

To Stephanie and Chris... thank you for taking a chance on a complete stranger. It was a pleasure getting to know you both. :-)

Beth. To this day, I have no idea how you found me... but thank you so much for the work. Yours is the first and only (so far) project during the course of which I never met the client or producer in person.

Brave New World indeed.

Stacy. Seriously, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you... but thanks for being my post-production mom. You’re the best.

John. My career wouldn’t be what it is without you. Thanks for thinking of me always and thank you, especially, for having the confidence to allow me to try new things. My “Music by” credit wouldn’t be there without you. Nor would the Emmy nominations.

Speaking of which, a big thank you to Cara for thinking of me when she won her producer Emmy. It was your moment... and it was gracious of you to share it.

Finally, Charlie. My future would not be my future without your help. You were there with a job offer when my full time came to an end. You’re there still with projects as you conjure them. And I’m ever thankful you have enough faith in me that you willingly undertake the exhausting commutes up ‘n down I-5 & 99 just to get here.

I’m humbled.

To all of you now, before, and who are a part of what’s to come... 

Thank you.

Our hopes and wishes are with you as we all undertake the Mona Lisa that is now 2018.

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[itsworn]

Diesel Power in a Desoto

Leon Eckery has been messing with cars all his life and he’s been through a number of hot rods, and did his share of drag racing, rock crawling, SCCA racing, and even motorcycles. What intrigued him lately, as well as his son Warren, was land speed racing. And Pikes Peak.  And Power Tour, along with One Lap of America. They needed a car to do it all…and one that would be different.

You see, Leon admits to having a penchant for different when it comes to cars, trucks and even motorcycles. In fact, one friend dubbed his driveway ‘the land of the misfit toys’! So when a 1956 Desoto Fireflight came into his life, a plan started to develop.

Actually, it was his son Warren who brought up the prospect of building something with diesel power to net the most bang for their buck, plus it was different. In looking at the Desoto parked in the yard, the thought of dropping a Duramax drivetrain into the forlorn 1956 kind of made a sense (in Leon’s mind).

Leon found a running and driving 2003 2500HD Chevy pickup with over 200,000 miles to serve as a driveline donor. At first, they thought they were just going to need to rework the chassis of the Desoto a bit, and beef things up underneath to get the drivetrain fit. Soon though, they realized that the 1956 chassis was never going to live up to the demands of that kind of torque, power and weight.

More thinking, measuring and imagining ensued until their buddy and builder Shawn Petta of Function Fab determined that they could modify the truck chassis and, in theory, drop the body in place. The Duramax was stripped down to the running chassis and required electronics.

Obviously the wheelbase of the two vehicles was different and rather than cut a section out to the middle, it was decided to reposition the rear axle forward on the existing frame. From there, Shawn built a custom rear suspension system consisting of a heavy duty truck 4-link system supported with QA1 coilovers as well as a Watts linkage to reduce the side-to-side movement.

Meanwhile, the Desoto body was pulled apart with the floor cut away to see where it would all come to rest on the chassis. The body was kept in its aged patina experience except for a couple minor modifications. In the rear, the quarter panels were sliced a bit to make changing the rear wheels a lot easier and made to resemble something of a fender skirt.

Leon had Dan Moschkaw update the headstuds of the stock Duramax with a set from ARP and replace the injectors, filters and pump with FASS components. Warren added a 64mm Stealth Turbo, and used a set of open manifolds and downpipe. A little tuning was required with the new 2.47 gears coupled to a Gear Vendors Under/Overdrive unit that puts the final drive at 1.3:1 (with the rpm at about 2,800). Rod Coddens (aka Idaho Rob) of Adrenaline Truck Performance took to the task with his trusty laptop and EFI Live programming.

What was originally thought to be a 12-18 month build ended up running more than four years. But patience pays off and the Desotomaxx was not only done, but it was done right and ready to race.

Leon and Warren have run the DesotoMaxx at El Mirage three times now turning in consistent 146 mph passes. It seems that they found their wall of air for the 7,200 pound brick and need more power to get through it. In 2017, they tackled the Big Bend Open Road Race which is a 59-mile run from Ft. Stockton to Sanderson and back in west Texas. They ended up running third in their 100 mph target class as well as bringing home the trophy for Most Unique Vehicle.

For 2018, the plan is to head to Bonneville and shoot for a 200 mph pass, but first there will be serious updates to the drivetrain. To answer that call, a new engine is being built at Scoggin Dickey Parts Center Raceshop based on an all new Duramax block.

“The car doesn’t really fit any classes to go for a record in the SCTA, so 200 is more of a personal goal,” Leon told us.

Records or not, Leon and Warren have already hit their number one goal of having something completely unique at the race track and on the road.

What do you do with a fairly straight, somewhat solid four-door 1956 Desoto when it shows up in your junkyard? Combine it with an 2003 Duramax to build a land speed car of course. Isn’t that obvious?

About five years ago the Desoto was dragged into this very junkyard with an impending trip to the recycle yard. Instead it was repurposed as a land speed race car.

To go land speed racing, the interior has to be all business. Sure there’s the mandatory certified safety equipment from the full cage, Kirkey seats, DJ belts, fire system and door net, but note the operational plexiglass side windows. The donor Chevy dash is fully functional as are turn signals, headlamps and soon, air conditioning.

At this point, there’s not much to see under the hood, unless you like nearly-stock 6.6L diesel engines with 200,000 miles. Other than a custom intake with a K&N filter, the engine was left alone with the focus on shaking the car down and getting seat time. The SDPC Raceshop in Lubbock, Texas, is working on a new engine that will be in place for the 2018 season.

The custom rear end, built by Shawn Petta, consists of a Currie sheet metal center section mated to a pair of stock GM 2500 axle tubes and brake assemblies.

The rear suspension consists of a modified four-link supported with QA1 coilovers as well as a Watts linkage. Jim Mellow at Rare Breed assembled the Yukon center section with 2.47:1 gears, a Wavetrac unit and 35-spline Moser full floating axles.

Leon didn’t want to have the turbo and plumbing peeking out from under the hood so they cut the original hood and shimmed up the skin from a 1956 Chrysler just high enough to add the extra clearance needed and welded it in place.

The stock Chevy truck wheels just didn’t fit the offset required for the Desoto body, so a set of 17×8-inch Dodge dually wheels were called into action. Nate Jones at Cowboy Tire helped mount, balance and shave a set of Dunlop racing tires to support the 7,000+ pound Desoto at speed.

As for the braking system, first and foremost is a big DJ parachute at the ready to help the original 2500HD brakes from the donor Chevy. Actually, the complete ABS system is still in place and functional.

Rather than build the race spec rollcage inside the interior, Shawn elected to build the entire chassis and then lower the body down over the assembly, similar to a funny car. That simplifies the process a bit since the entire build took more than four years of fab work and assembly.

Leon and Warren ran the Desotomaxx at the 2017 Big Bend Open Road Race. They finished third in the 100 mph target class and also received the Most Unique racecar award. (Not a surprise there.) Photo by: Wayne M. White, Studio 2108.

The Desotomaxx ran 146 and change a number of times at El Mirage, a sign that the original 6.6L just doesn’t have the oomph to get the aerodynamically challenged beast through the air. That will be remedied next season.

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