#or did luke steal his dads hoodie?

[quintinh43]

Leaving this here.

#luke hughes #jim hughes #lh43 #jack hughes #jh86 #whose hoodie is it? #did jim steal lukes hoodie? #or did luke steal his dads hoodie? #tbh its probably nither of theirs #watch they stole it from Quinn or something #or jack #love soph

[siempre-bucky]

Sweet Dreams

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Summary: After soothing Jake after a nightmare, Jake comforts his son after one of his own

wc: 1.1k

warnings: talks of nightmares

A/n: It's been a HOT minute since I've written anything. Please enjoy some domestic hurt/comfort :')

“Was the mission successful, Lieutenant?” 

“Rooster and Mav… I-I wasn’t fast enough?” 

Jake jolted awake; cotton-mouthed, and forehead ridden with beads of sweat. He almost forgot he was shaking until he felt the soothing touch of your hand slide down his bare bicep. The fire in his lungs started to subside as you turned him around, the cold from the fabric of your nightgown soothing his chest once he was pressed against you. “What happened?” you whispered into his ear.  

“Same shit as every year, darlin’,” he whispered back, lips dancing along the crook of your neck. You let him stay silent after that, his hands roaming the body he knew almost better than his own. His bloodshot eyes closed, nose pressing deeper into your neck as if it would help him memorize the new perfume you had bought. 

You sighed and held him close, fingertips scratching the nape of his neck for his comfort. It was like this every October since the mission the Navy deemed a miracle. Jake would mark off the days on his calendar with a red pen and the nightmares came back when night fell. “My love?” you spoke after a while, making sure he was still with you. 

“It was the one with Mav and Rooster,” he managed, pulling back to lie down on his pillow. 

You followed him, wrapping your arms and legs around him with your head on his chest. “You could always call Rooster,” you mostly joked, “check in on him.”

“No way in hell am I gonna call Slow Ride,” he pouted. Even though he did once, on the one-year anniversary of the mission when the nightmares were at their peak. The blond rolled his eyes at your knowing giggles, he playfully shoved you away and got up from the bed. “I’m going downstairs for water, you want anythin’?” 

You shook your head and got back under the blanket, turning away from him. Jake smiled kindly in return and made his way out of the room, fingers gliding along the wall to ground him. He was in this house, he was part of a team because he succeeded, Rooster’s a part of that team. It became his mantra as he descended the stairs, eyes glued to the floor. 

The kitchen light was already on, it took Hangman a few seconds to register it. His brows furrowed at the freezer door that was still cracked open from the last user. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, he shut both doors and turned towards the island. “Jesus,” he cursed in shock, seeing his son silently sitting there, wrist deep in the tub of ice cream. “What are you doin’ up, son?” he breathed, masking the panic. 

Luke looked up from his phone, matching bloodshot green eyes meeting his. “Late-night snack,” the thirteen-year-old responded. Jake could see beyond his answer, he knew the way his shoulders were hunched and the slight tremor in his hands—he knew it all too well. Plus he wore the faded Navy hoodie that used to be his father's, he wore it whenever you or Jake went on a mission.

“Luke,” Jake said, turning on the dad voice he perfected. He rounded the island and took a seat on the bar tool beside him, stealing his son's spoon. 

“It’s nothing, dad,” Luke grumbled. 

“Bullshit,” Jake smirked, raising his brows. “You know what your ma would say.” 

 Luke rolled his eyes and threw his head back in defeat. “I had a bad dream, but it’s alright! I’m not a baby, we don’t need to talk,” I’m a man now, men don’t talk about bad dreams. 

As if he could hear his thoughts, Jake took his pointer finger and poked the side of his head. He earned a weak smile in return “We don’t talk like that in this house, son, you know that.” Sucking it up was never an option in the Seresin household, not in this Seresin household. 

“I dreamt that you and mom didn’t make it back— no one made it back—grandma and grandpa didn’t want us,” Luke began to say, his grip tightening around his phone. Jake draped an arm around his son's shoulders and pulled him closer. “We had nowhere to go, we were alone.” 

“I’m right here, your mom's right upstairs, and your uncle Javy is a phone call away,” Jake reminded him calmly. Luke’s frame relaxed, his head finally leaning on Jake’s shoulder. “You know there’s a plan if something happens, we’d never leave you alone, kiddo.” 

The two Seresin men sat in silence for a while, the ice cream on the counter beginning to melt in front of them. “I’m afraid to go back to sleep,” Luke admitted after a while. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

“D-did you have a nightmare too?” 

Jake’s lips thinned, his initial reaction was to deny it, suck it up, and move on as his dad beat into him growing up. But even in his darkest time, he was still an example to his children, “Yeah, but it was just a dream,” he nodded along with his words, then he nudged him, “but there’s someone who always makes it better.” 

You felt restless after Jake left the bed, tossing and turning, turning the lamp off and on until it remained permanently on while you waited for your husband. When the door started to creak open, you sat up, the blanket pooling around you. Of course, you expected a six-foot aviator to walk through the door, but you didn’t expect the lanky boy by his side “Hi honey,” you greeted Luke, your eyes fixed on Jake cautiously. 

“Got room for another tonight? told him you’re the best sandman around,” Jake questioned, sending you a look. Taking the hint, you smiled and opened your arms. Your son grinned and crawled into the bed, hugging you tighter than normal. It all made sense. 

Jake climbed in beside you, pressing a kiss to your temple before getting comfortable. 

“Want to talk about it?” you asked, pushing back his hair. 

Luke shook his head, pulling out his dog tags and running his fingers along your name and call sign. “No,” he muttered, “Dad and I already did…I’m feeling better. Just sleepy.”  He pulled the blanket to his nose, slipping off you and finding his place in the middle. You playfully covered his eyes, making him laugh which resulted in Jake turning around to face the action. You and Jake locked eyes, your hand left Luke’s face to brush along your husband's face. 

Jake wrapped his hand around your hand, pulling it closer to kiss your palm. “Goodnight boys, sweet dreams.”

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[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 9)

au masterlist

notes: written while extremely tired

y/ndevils00

liked by tofff73, lhughes_06, and 245,187 others

y/ndevils00 THESE BITCHES ACTUALLY WON!

i mean— Devils won 5-4 tonight against those island guys!

we got on the board by a goal made by my favorite ginger tea! and even more than he likes scoring, doug-doug likes to lay on the ice and gossip like a schoolgirl 🫶

uncle toffee got his very first goal as a devil tonight and i’m SO PROUD OF HIM! despite the fact that he’s actively in kahoots to steal my man (see: slide 9) (i’ve got my eye on you, toffoli 👁️👁️)

bestie number 2 pushed a man to defend babygirl, tonight— my heart is so filled with love ❤️

MY SMUSH GOT HIS FIRST GOAL OF THE SEASON!! LOOK AT HIM GO! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH, I WANNA SMUSH HIS CHEEKS AND KISS HIS FOREHEAD! he, however, did not appreciate my words of encouragement (see: slide 6). little spit-fire, you! don’t ever do that again 🫶

not pictured: timothy got his shit rocked… yet ended up with a roughing penalty?? i’m actively suing the refs FOR him. @tmeier96 i hope you appreciate me

AND FINALLY, THE MOMENT YOU ALL (me) HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR: MY MAN, MY BABYGIRL, MY LOVE, MY CAT-DAD, MY BEAUTIFUL MEME-SHARING, HOODIE-HOARDING, BLUSH-INDUCING BOYFRIEND, SCORED TWO (2) GOALS TONIGHT! INCLUDING THE OVERTIME, GAME-WINNING GOAL! THAT’S MY PERSONAL HAND HOLDER RIGHT THERE!

p.s. my heart is filled with hate, and for once, barzy the bald is not enemy #1. Ryan Pulock, however? count your days and say your hail mary’s bitch, cause you hurt my slut

tagged dougieham, tofff73, john.marino97, lhughes_06, and jackhughes

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lhughes_06 you already DID smush my cheeks and kiss my forehead…. in front of the entire team

y/ndevils00 AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN!! C’MERE!

lhughes_06 @/jackhughes GET YOUR GIRLFRIEND, SHE’S TRYING TO GET TO ME ON THE BUS

lhughes_06 was that 6th picture taken on a toaster?

y/ndevils00 listen, you brat, the islanders fans don’t like me because i threaten their bald man— i was working with where i was because they wouldn’t let me through, which meant taking an extremely zoomed in picture from across the rink

lhughes_06 maybe if you, idk, stopped threatening their players?!

y/ndevils00 i can’t do that.

user10 y/n and luke are so siblings already 😭

user72 dougie is so me

john.marino97 your heart can’t be filled with love and hate at the same time

y/ndevils00 don’t tell my heart what it can and cannot do?? stop policing my body, asshole

john.marino97 i wasn’t policing your body?! do what you want with your body!

y/ndevils00 thank you, i will!

john.marino97 so what are you gonna do with your body?

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes

john.marino97 i expected too much from you

y/ndevils00 what DID you expect?

john.marino97 “spread love”

y/ndevils00 well i mean, i AM spreading love iykwim

john.marino97 delete your social medias

y/ndevils00 i can’t, it’s my job 🤷‍♀️

barzal97 you know i’m not BALD right? it’s just a buzzcut

y/ndevils00 YOU’RE BALD! YOU’RE BALD AND YOU’RE TORTURING PEOPLE WHO HAVE HAIR

barzal97 okay, i tried

y/ndevils00 👨🏻‍🦲 <- you

barzal97 @/jackhughes your girl is a little messed up, but i think i like her

jackhughes step off, barzal! that’s MY messed up feral raccoon

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about me 🥹

user94 toffoli has kissed jack before nico has kissed jack… nico is fuming

user08 i’m gonna frame the 5th picture and put it on my wall oh my god

jackhughes why the 7th picture?

y/ndevils00 you look like how i imagine a toddler playing soccer… like you just stopped in the middle of the game to chase a butterfly

jackhughes i-

jackhughes i got something off of my visor, BEFORE A FACEOFF

y/ndevils00 DON’T YELL AT ME! I’M SENSITIVE!

jackhughes i’m sorry, i love you to pluto

y/ndevils00 because….

jackhughes because pluto IS a planet

tofff73 i promise, i’m not trying to take your man

y/ndevils00 well why not?! he’s a catch!

tofff73 i’m a bit confused here

dawson1417 she’s always confusing. you learn to live with it

dougieham i DO like laying on the ice!

y/ndevils00 i can’t blame you! that’s what i do too!

jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 that’s cause you have no other choice. you can’t skate

tmeier96 i appreciate you, i love you, please do not sue the refs

y/ndevils00 you just said two nice things and then proved them untrue

dawson1417 i’ll do better next game, i promise! i’ll earn a feature!

y/ndevils00 you did great, bestie! don’t listen to ruff-ruff, you deserve top-line, babycakes!

dawson1417 no “do better”?

y/ndevils00 never “do better” for you!

dawson1417 but like 3 weeks ago…

y/ndevils00 i have no recollection— short term memory loss— hi, my names dory!

dawson1417 you’re a special little nutcase

y/ndevils00 thank you 🥰

nicohischier i have a name?

y/ndevils00 yes!

nicohischier so you KNOW i have a name…

y/ndevils00 indeed!

nicohischier so why don’t you USE IT?!

y/ndevils00 okay i think YOU don’t know your name

nicohischier my name isn’t slut

y/ndevils00 that is your given name and you will like it!

nicohischier i don’t wanna like it!

y/ndevils00 tough luck, slut

#media management au! #media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl imagine #nhl fic #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

[chrisgetsmewet]

It Was For The Right Cause

Part 1

I wake up this morning to my phone going off. I ignored it for a bit because it couldn't have been my alarm clock i was suspended. I checked my phone and it was nick texting me, then i checked the time

7:34 am

Is he crazy or does he want me to strangle him, i check the messages.

From nick:

Y/n?

Delivered 7:30 am

do you wanna get breakfast with us before we go to school.

Delivered 7:32 am

We're gonna leave without you

Delivered 7:33 am

I could drop the good off to you if you want

Seen 7:34

To nick:

yea sure give me a few minutes

Seen 7:36

From nick:

Ok be quick we're gonna be late

I rush out of my bed, heading to my bathroom. I brush my teeth, then my hair. I just wear my pajama pants, a tank top paired with a hoodie over it just incase i get cold then i slip on my uggs.

And down the stairs i went running out the door until my step dad luke called out for me.

I stopped and closing the door.

"Yeah..?" Turning away from the door, my attention on him.

And gosh I should have acted like i didn't hear him and went out anyway.

"Where are you going?" He repeated

"To meet some friends" in fact i was meeting with nick, matt, and chris. I wasn't trying to take any longer, i told him what he wanted to hear so i open the door again.

"yeah not happening, actually close the door your grounded. I heard about the fight. that was what? your 10th one this year. Might i ask why you got in that fight?" He leaned against the kitchen counter,crossing his arms.

I roll my eyes at that question and look over at my mom coming out her room.

"mom luke won't let me go out" I complained to her, pouting a little so she can some sympathy.

She looked, glancing over at him. Then at me, then back at him again. As if she was choosing maybe more deciding but still...

she let out a sigh closing her eyes, rubbing the bridg of her nose.

"luke let the girl go out she's gonna come back"

he hits the counter causing us both to flench "NO, no one ever listens to me, so fine go out do what you want"

my mom walked over to him puting her hand on his shoulder to try and calm him.

He shrugged her off.

I leave out the house cause i refuse to watch the two fight over something so dumb.

I run down the street to IHOP that's where we normally meet up. I slow my pace from running to walking entering the restaurant, looking around no one. I scan the place again of course no one.

I check the time, reading 8:03 .Shit.

Chris's POV

We waited, 5 minutes going bye

"What's taking her so long" nick checked his time also looking for a message that said something along the lines of hey i wont be able to make it.

Then 15 minutes passing. I check my phone thinking she probably texted me and i didnt know it sense my phone's always on DND.

"C'mon , let's atleast get something to eat while we wait for her" i stated, making my way to a open table booth. We placed our order whenever the waitress came around.

Now what's taking her so long, I bet she's doing this cause she doesn't wanna see me wich shouldn't be the case cause whatever happened wasn't a big deal, really.

Our food was here, everyone including me seemed more interested if y/n was going to come or not but why should i car, even if she did come she probably wouldn't be able to look me in the eyes, stealing glances at me from across the table.Gosh. i could just see it now.

I text her

✨️Y/n ✨️

You gonna be able to make it?

Delivered 7:52

it is now 7:55, still no response. Half my food was gone there wasn't much talk going on between me, nick, and matt. Unless there was and i was just to zoned out to hear anything.

But i was right they weren't taking they were staring at there phone watching whatever was on there occasionally taking bites of there food.

"Im leaving" stating before getting up not waiting on an answer or a reply. From a distance i heard matt calling for the bill.

I was already walking to school, hands in my pocket i looked back hearing the footsteps of my two brothers. Then I turn back around and continue the walk.

"What's up with you" matt put his arm around my shoulder, walking at my pace.

"What do you mean?"

"Ever sense yesterday you've been acting weird, you haven't even said something that made me wanna smack you, yet."

He stated causing me to smirk thinking back to when (yesterday) how i got under Matt's skin about somthing so stupid.

" i don't know It's probably cause i haven't got much sleep". I shrug at my own reply

"Is this about y/n and the whole fight situation"

"no not everything is about her if she doesn't care why should I"

"Whatever you say cause i know what i see" he walks off dabbing up our friend nate and walking off with him and some of his friends

Today it hit me more then ever i didn't really have any other friend other then y/n.

she's who i walked to classes with even if we didn't have the same ones, who i did work with, who i stole snacks from. Theres so much we did together i didn't notice I'd miss until she wasn't with me.

Y/n's POV

I was late I checked my phone and i actually got a text from chris.

Chrissy>>

You gonna be able to make it?

Sent 7:52

Damn it i missed his text. Well that helps with absolutely nothing, the only thing it does is make me feel worse.

I tred my way home kicking rocks and leafs whenever i get the chance.

I make it home before opening the door i brace myself just incase my parents didnt leave for work yet and they ask me why I'm back so early.

I open the door to find no one i check Alexis room she was still sleep even with the light shining over her.

I lay on the couch cutting the tv flipping through the channels finding a show, nothing specific i just wanted background sounds so i don't feel alone.

________

It was 3:36 meaning it's after-school i get alexis dressed for dance class.

I put her in a black leotard, pink tutu, with her dance shoes to match and for the final touch white legwarmers.

"Come here" i squat down to her level to pick her up and walk over to my bathroom.

"What hairstyle do you want?" I ask looking at her through the mirror while she sits on the counter infront of me

"Poy tail" she pronounced pointing to her hair

"Ponytail it is"

I brush it up into a ponytail adding a bow

"You like it?"

She nods putting her fingers in her mouth standing on the counter practically painting the mirror with her spity hands.

"Ok no" i furrow my eyebrows at her taking her off the counter.

We both leave the house, i hold her hand walking to my school so I can meet up with nick, matt, and chris.

I hold alexis on my hip while we wait out front i spot them and approach them.

"Hey guys!" I called out behind them causing them to turn around, there eyes met with me and my sister.

"Oh my gosh" Matt squealed, his face lighting up as soon as he sees the little girl, on that note he takes her out of my arms. Nick gasps and starts playing with her aswell, leaving time for me to talk to chris.

I look over at him "hey umm.. i got you're message"

"Ok" he replied blankly.

What the fuck this kid can't be serious friendly reminder i got into a fight for him and this is the thanks i get an attitude.

HELLO!? lets not forget the part where i literally got suspended for the 6th time this year I believe. See i can't even keep count. I'd even get suspended again if it's for any one of them cause it's worth it.

Matt turns his attention away from the child

"He's been like that all day it's not just you" he blurts out.

"Well thats nice to know" rolling my eyes at the answer. Then i remember clearing my throat.

"Also guys im sorry that i couldn't make it to breakfast. my step-dad was literally trying to interrogate me before i left and-" nick stopped me from rambling making the apology longer then needed

"Its fine you are forgiven" he said chuckling a bit

"I have to go to the elementary school cause the children are gonna be playing soccor and i have to take photos for the yearbook. See you two at home, catch you later y/n"

"Wait nick can you take lexis she's supposed to be there for after school dance classes"

"Yea of course" he takes her out of Matt's arms and places her to the ground then walking off in the distance holding hands.

"That's my cue ig cause nate is supposed to be helping me in hockey" he says walking off and in the distance i see him dabbing up nate.

Leaving me and chris "wanna come over to my house?" I suggested

He shrugs

"I guess"

We make it back to my house i put the house keys in the little tray we have next to the door.

"Want anything to eat?"

I know if he wanted something he would have taken something but i wanted to start conversation so it could be less awkward.

"Sure, can i pick anything in specific?" He perks up

"How bout a grilled cheese?"

"Sounds good, tomato soup on the side"

"I can do that"

"In the sandwhich can there be only mozzarella cheese" he adds

"Ok now you're pushing it" i laugh shaking my head.

I walk in the kitchen to get started making the snack we both were talking about to fulfill the craving.

Chris follows in the kitchen after me.

"Hey, im gonna use the bathroom real quick"

I nod in response. DING. I heard DING i heard again

the phone went off again. It was chris's phone i checked who it was and it was paige. Why is paige texting him.

I check the message

Yea you can come to the-

I opend his phone to see the rest of the message before reading the rest, i sit my head up to look around, he was still in the bathroom.

Yeah you can come to the party so can you're brothers but that girl that can't and if i see her theres going to be a problem

That made me laugh a little cause last time i checked I beat her ass so what makes her think i can't do it again. I wouldn't want to cause i dont wanna seem violent, but if i need to put a bitch in her place again then i will.

I decided to read more messages between them

Paige

What happend!?

(Seen) Delivered 12:37

You're girlfriend beat me up

(Seen) sent 1:55

She's not my girlfriend

Why did she dot it paige?

(Seen) delivered 1:55

I don't know?

Ask her not me now stop texting me🙄

She might fight me again

and again ask her yourself

(Seen) delivered 1:56

You lied.

You got beat for talking shit.

(Seen) delivered 4:26

So? Even if told the truth

It doesnt matter

(Seen) delivered 4:29

Call me

Ouch..

call me was the last thing i read before putting the phone down i looked around again and there he was leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen he was watching me read the text messages.

"Listen i kn-" i cut him off

"NO, dont talk don't say anything just go"

please don't go i really don't want him to go, i wanted him to explain everything to me and tell me that whatever i saw was a misunderstanding gosh i just don't want them to be together i like him too much, texting alone makes my heart sink to my stomach.

we weren't dating but this hurt it felt like betrayal, Probably cause that's what it was.

"Im trying to tell you those messages were right when i found out who was in the fight and i wanted answers"

"THEN WHY COULDN'T YOU TEXT ME"

"Stop yelling thats unnecessary"

"It's not like we're together anyway"

"Fuck you" tears welled up in my eyes. Down my cheek the tears rolled i wipe them away quickly.

"I GOT SUSPENDED fighting for you. The other two times i got suspended was me fighting for either you, matt, or nick because i dont care enough about myself to fight someone if they were talking about me."

I let out a breath then sniffling

"What did you guys talk about on the phone"

"What?"

"Chris i want to know what yall talked about, you texted her call me, so what did you guys talk about"

"I just got to know her and she talked about her birthday party that's happening next week"

"Was this or was this not the same day everything happened" he hesitated before replying.

"It was" he muttered staring down,picking at his nails.

I sob rubbing the tears out my eyes with my arms i just wanted to be alone.

"Leave.. cause- what i do for you is obviously not enough"

He picked his head up "no y/n it's not like that at all ple-"

"Shh stop talking" heaving sobs escape my mouth i wanted to hide my face i didn't want him to see me cry but who am i to stop my body from doing so.

I was crying because....

I don't actually know why. But what he did really hurt me and it's not fair cause paige always gets her way.

"Y/n please-" he begs

I start pushing him to the door and opening it for him

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU PUT YOURSELF IN THIS POSITION"

"Please, please just let me explain" i look at him he looks like he shes a few years himself he was also actively begging.

I stand in the doorway with my arms crossed thinking for a minute.

"Fine.." i say feeling defeated

A/n - hope you enjoyed part two i tried my best. And yes i was gonna make it into a mini little series but then i didn't think anyone would be interested but i was wrong. Also sorry if this is a bit dramatic and not on topic of the og plot I'm trying bare with me.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic

[bowieandqueen11]

Welcome Home / Luke Crain Imagine

Request: Hello, love!!❤️if possible could I get a hill house fic with Luke?:) like an au where the whole fam is alive and happy & reader is with Luke and has helped him w his addiction and everything and then luke brings reader to meet his fam🥰& they have heard sm about her so they cannot wait to c this person luke loves sm. And just like the fam teasing them and seeing how cute they r together !❤️omg thank u sm!!! Srry this was so long lolol 

Thank you @teenagekook​ this is what Luke deserves :’) I’m sorry if I don’t do it justice!

Comments are really appreciated!

‘Y/n, are you really sure you’re ready for this. My family is... a lot. And they’re not exactly the quietest bunch in the world’, Luke starts as he stands nervously next to you on his parents’ doorway. ‘They’re definitely the most over the top...’, he mumbles off, sighing lightly to himself as he makes out the silhouette of one of his sisters sprinkling confetti on the dining room table through the mesh curtain. Nellie dances past the chairs, humming to herself as the glitter falls like soft rain from her fingertips, nearly colliding into Theo whose busy placing bottles of wine (and a sly bottle of vodka near her seat) in the centre of the table.

You take his attention away from the window by wrapping your left arm around his waist, and using your other hand to ring the doorbell. Luke allows you to pull him into your side, his own hand awkwardly fumbling out of his hoodie pocket to rest on the small of your back.

His fingers start digging in, ever so slightly, when he can hear his mother gasp, ‘oh, they’re here! Hugh, could you get the door love’, from the other side.

‘I’ve already had to deal with one maddening Crain, how much trouble can the rest of them be?’

‘Well, they’re a lot like me.’

You turn to gaze at your boyfriend, a wild smile on your face. Reaching up, you dust a few curls of his hair away from his eyes, focusing so intently on tucking it back behind his ear that you miss the look of absolute awe that twinkles in his eyes as he watches you. 

‘How’s that?’

‘They already love you so much.’

You hit Luke on the chest as he chuckles, the two of you so distracted by each other that you don’t hear the heavy patter of feet until Hugh Crain’s delighted, welcoming face appears behind the door. Luke almost sighs to himself again when he sees his dad dressed up in his best suit and a checkered blood red tie, but you manage to elbow his hip just in time to stop the first rush of air.

‘Welcome you two,’ Hugh extends his hand out to you which you eagerly shake. ‘You better hop right in, Shirley’s starting to get cranky about the potatoes burning.’

It was incredible, meeting the Crains. It was just like coming home, returning to some long lost family you had only ever remembered meeting in your dreams. That was it, you suppose. You, straight away, walked through that doorway and came home to your family.

~

Olivia and Hugh’s forever home was beautiful, and you remarked so when you took a seat at their dining room table, having been led through to the heart of the house. Everything was shades of warm, the halls filled with displays of life - photos, drawings, little post it notes the family would leave each other. It just felt so full of history, of joy, of affection, you just wanted to curl up in one of the corners with a hot cup of tea and let the place envelop you.

They smile at each other, noticing the way Luke smiles at you as you take the seat between him and Nellie, the brightness in his eyes that seems to glow out into the room and lift everyone’s mood - even Shirley, who finishes messing with the plates and takes her own seat between Steve and Theo with a twitch of her own lips.

‘We did that’, Olivia whispers as she leaves Hugh’s arm to take her seat at the opposite end of the table, ‘they remind me so much of us.’

‘How do you manage to put up with him!’

You shrugged from where you sat next to Nellie, the two of you leaning your heads together as if you were long lost best friends, giggling naughtily at old memories. ‘I mean, we have this whole twin thing going on where we can feel what the other person is going through sometimes, and I just wanted to say thank you.’ Your eyes widen in surprise as Nellie drops her fork to grab your hand lying on the edge of the tablecloth, her face suddenly falling into seriousness as she turns to look at you. ‘This is the most calm, and the happiest I’ve ever been able to feel in my whole life. So, thank you.’

‘I hope you two aren’t talking about me’, Luke pipes in, placing down his glass of wine to peer over at the two of you with an amused grin.

A brussel sprout hits Luke on the forehead as Theodora reaches over to take some more vegetables. ‘As if they would. They’re too busy talking about how I’m going to steal your girl from right out under your nose, Luke.’

She winks at you as she sinks back down into her seat, Steve chuckling into his beer and managing to spill some out onto his chin. Shirley just shakes her head, pretending not to be charmed by you, but as she sees the way you link your arms through Luke’s, and press a kiss against his temple, she can’t help but begin to smile either.

‘I’m serious, Y/n, if you ever get bored of him, you know where I live. Plus, if it will help sway your mind, you haven’t even seen the baby photos of Luke! We’ll have to get those out later, the dorky glasses-’

‘Oh, Theo, stop’, Nellie clicks her tongue and waves a hand at her sister, but even she can’t stop the infectious laughter that seems to be making its way around the siblings.

‘Y/n, dear, are you ready for dessert now?’, Olivia chimes in, shooting an amused yet slightly disapproving glance at her children. They don’t stop though, and in the end Steve has to duck his head down to try and stop his chest from shaking. ‘Hugh and I spent the afternoon making your favourite! Luke has talked about you so much I feel as if I know you just as well as my other children-’

‘Mom!’ 

Luke sinks down slightly into his chair, using one of his hands to slightly cover his eyes. ‘This is so embarrassing.’

You only reach over to grab his hand with a small grin, ignoring the kissy face Theo was making at Luke.

‘That sounds wonderful, thank you Mrs Crain.’

‘Oh please, call me Liv dear. You’re family.’

You feel your heart flutter in your chest as Hugh and Liv start to get up and walk towards the kitchen, the rest of the siblings following suit as they collect up the plates, and the dishes, all of them bustling and chattering with each other as if you had never been out of place at all.

You didn’t notice them turn to look at you and Luke, the way you laugh with each other as you try to grab the same fork at the same time, the way your eyes light up as if you’re the only two in the room. They all share the same loom with each other, that knowing, that fond appreciation that their family had just grown by one more welcome member.

#thohh #luke crain #luke crain imagine #luke crain x reader #luke crain headcanons #the haunting of hill house #luke thohh #luke the haunting of hill house #luke thohh imagine #luke the haunting of hill house imagine #oliver jackson cohen #theo crain #steve crain #nellie crain #shirley crain #hugh crain #olivia crain

[fading-lace]

basically me if i was in obey me-

Lucifer: ....what are you doing?

Me while putting my legs trough the sleeves of my hoodie:...nothing.

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me walking to the dinner table with taco bell in hand: hey guys!

levi: what the fuck is that your eating- it looks disgusting-

me: for your information, its a crunchwrap. so fuck off

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me: lucifer pissed me off today

me: so i put mayo in his toothpaste 

me: and hot pink dye in his shampoo 

me: as well as turn off the water heater 

me: let me also remind you, its winter.

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me: hey asmo!! wanna go shopping!!

asmo: shopping for condoms? because i’ll be needing them tonight~ *winks*

me: *calls mammon to come rescue me*

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me: *sitting in mammons room, helping him with his homework* 

mammon: ok...and what are your taste in men?

me: do you really need to know that for researching about humans?

mammon: either that or how much you piss and shit everyday-

me: cute, funny, tall, dominate, dork, to be more specific mammo-

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me: *wheezing at lucifers reaction to calling him a boomer*

satan: whats wrong with her?

lucifer: i dont know, she’s been like this for a hour now-

me: *wheezing harder*

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belphie: hey MC, how are you doing?

me: *fearful screaming in the corner while clutching onto a cross*

belphie: whats wrong?

me: *still screaming while calling up simeon and luke*

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lucifer: do your homework.

me: no.

lucifer: you will fail this year if you dont.

me: ha! jokes on you!!! i somehow passed my 6th grade year without doing ANY homework!!

lucifer: ...

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mammon: ok so what if we decided to sneak into lucifers room, and tried to steal his gloves so he wont wear them all the time!!

me: sounds stupid.

me: lets do it.

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levi: god, i hate haikyuu so much-

me: *hears him from two miles away and slams open his door* WHAT DID YOU SAY?

levi: i. hate. haikyuu.

me: *hits him with a pipe as well as proceeds to hit him with all my haikyuu merch* SAY THAT AGAIN, AND YOU DIE.

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me: *sneezes*

me: *gets a text from asmo, who is in the human world at the moment* 

asmo: bless you~

me: *fearful screaming*

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me: mammon, i love you so much. i hope that we can spend the rest of our lives together as a couple.

mammon: *blushing* o-ok...

me: i love you..

mammon: i love you too..

asmo: *crying holding mammon at gunpoint* she’s mine you bastard- *sniff*

levi: *holding asmo at gunpoint* no, she is a weeb and i a otaku, she is clearly mine.

lucifer: *holding levi gunpoint*: i dont think so, im the oldest and i make the rules, and the rules are is that she is mine.

satan: *holding lucifer gunpoint* meh, i dont care for her romantically, i just wanted to see if you would shoot so then i could shoot you.

me: guys...i just said i loved mammon-  --__--

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mammon: ok, and what is this? a dick?

me teaching mammon how to drive in the human world: no. thats the gear shift idiot.

mammon: oh.

mammon: car dick it is then-

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me: *texting satan* satan come back!!!

me: im sorry that i said your books were shit!!!

me: please come back!!

me: its been two days!!

me: you left just like my dad did-

me: we still havent gotten milk

me: and its been nine years since he left..

me: i forgot what milk even tastes like..

satan: i literally went to the library, and i left thirty minutes ago- 

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me finding out my birthday is a day after mammon’s: that explains E V E R Y T H I N G

me running over to mammons room and kicks down the door: MY BIRTHDAY IS THE DAY AFTER YOURS AND IT EXPLAINS WHY WE BOTH ACT JUST ALIKE BECAUSE WE BOTH ARE VIRGO’S AND TSUNDERES-

mammon: wha-

me: *runs back to my room to watch tiktoks*

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me drawing a picture of me: ...

lucifer: what are you drawing?

me:....me-

lucifer: is there any chance you can draw me?

me, being the artist i am and actually HATING those kinds of questions: sureeeeee why nottttttt!!!

me: *draws him a low-quality picture with insulting shit on it* here you go!! *hands him the picutre*

lucifer: ...what is this? its horrible-

me: just like you-

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#obey me #me in obey #obey me incorrect quotes #demon brothers #crack #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmo #beelzebub #belphie

[julieandthephantomsblogduh]

Bright - Episode Two, Part One

DISCLAIMER - I only own Lia. Don’t steal it ain’t right. Love y’all and peace out, be safe 

The Molina Household - the morning before school

Julie and Lia sit together on the piano bench as tears fall between the two of them. They had both lost so much and sometimes words couldn’t express that. Music had been a way for both of them to release their pain and knowing that Julie finally got her voice back brought a tear to both of their eyes. All of a sudden, Flynn runs into the studio crying too.

“Oh sweetie not you too,” Malia says, standing up to hug Flynn, “What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk…”

“Are you okay?” Julie asks, putting the sheet music back onto the piano.

“No I am not okay, you just got kicked out of music! I’ve been up all night thinking of what to say. I might’ve drank seven sodas but I need to get this out.” Flynn starts.

“Wait I have something to tell you…” Julie tries to interrupt her but to no avail.

“No it’s my turn to talk,” Flynn continues as Julie and Lia share a smirk knowing that Flynn’s gonna rant about this now, “You can’t give up music. Your music is like a gift so that would be a tragedy. So you’re basically, like cancelling Christmas, and I love Christmas!”

“Flynn…” Malia tries to talk but she just puts her hand over her mouth.

“Uh huh. When we were six we all promised to be in a band together. Triple Threat?”

“I never agreed to that name,” Julie smiles.

Flynn lets out a sigh, “That’s not the point. Jules, if you leave the music program forever we’ll be apart forever. That’s just what happens. Sure we’ll see each other in the hall sometime but… Malia would be my only friend and…”

“Hey!”

“That’s not true Flynn,” Julie says.

“The only time we’ll ever contact each other would be through instagram likes. Every Time I’ll be hitting that little heart, my heart would break a little bit and when my heart breaks… I’ll turn my sadness onto Malia and you don’t want Malia to deal with a sad Flynn right?”

“Okay first of all,” Lia starts, “I’m starting to feel very concerned about our friendship…” Flynn slaps Malia’s shoulder playfully at that, “also if the seven soda’s hadn’t hit you, you would know that…”

“That I just played the piano and sang again.”

“WHAT! Why didn’t you just say so? Malia I expected a phone call.”

“Hey, I just got here, don't come at me.”

“I was trying,” Julie says, “And then your seven sodas kicked in…”

“Ohh I’m so happy for you. And me!”

“And me?” Malia asks.

“Of course you too,” Flynn says pulling Lia under her arm, “Look at you Julie, looking all… I don’t know, alive again?

“I know right it’s as if I drank seven sodas!”

“What made you play again Jules?”

“I found this song my mum wrote me,” Flynn picks up the manuscript while Malia looks at it over her shoulder, smiling gently. “Woah”

“I know. I was so afraid to play it. Anything involving music reminds me of her. Then I woke up this morning and realised that’s why I should keep on playing. To keep her memory alive.”

“Aww c’mon guys,” Lia starts pulling Julie off the bench, “Group hug”

“Yay.”

“Wait!...” Flynn yells pushing us apart, “We need to tell Mrs. Harrison you can play so you can stay in the program and we can continue to be besties and I won’t have to deal with Lia alone.”

“Hey!”

“C’mon guys, Julie’s back and Triple Threat lives on.”

“You guy’s go ahead,” Lia says, “I need to use the washroom. I’ll catch up with you guys in school.”

Lia heads towards the bathroom - Lia’s perspective

I hear the shed door shut as I get to my business. As I flush the toilet and head to start washing my hands, I hear the boys talk.

“I wonder why Julie didn’t tell us she could shred on the piano?”

“And sing that girl can sing”

“It probably has something to do with her mum. You know? Must have been hard.” I think Alex says. “Anyway, I really feel for her.”

I dry my hands quickly and I reach for the door when I hear Luke start talking, “Yeah but… now she’s got music back in her life. Just like us.”

“”Yeah, I’m not sure you can call what we have a life.”

I hold back a snort. It felt kinda weird listening in to their conversation but like it’s not as if I did it on purpose right? Anyway, I leave the washroom before anything gets too personal.

“Hey boys…”

They all turn to face me as Luke moves closer, “Hey Lia right?”

Oh my, my big brother just acknowledged me and he has no idea.

“Yeah umm… so how is it? Being ghosts”

I can see Alex raise his eyebrows from his loft.

“Look I can poof!” Reggie says moving from the door, towards me and then poofing back to the door.

“Cool… umm I’m gonna go leave now… um bye?” I kinda awkwardly say as I make eye contact with Luke. I quickly walk out and close the door. As I walk away I can hear the boys talk.

“That was weird”

“Yeah…”

I just shake my head and let the confusion take over my thoughts as I make my way towards school.

At School - In the music room with Ms. Harrison

“Believe me Julie. I think it’s wonderful that you sang again. I prayed for this moment for almost a year. But it’s too late,” Ms Harrison says.

“But what if you just hear her play?” Flynn tries, “You know she’s amazing.”

“Yeah this is like turning down Beyonce!” Lia tries causing Julie to slap her shoulder.

“Ouch!”

“I wouldn’t matter. A new student starts tomorrow,” Ms Harrison says taking a breath, “There’s only…”

“So may spots, and if I don’t participate I’m out. I know,” Julie finishes.

“I did everything I could to keep you hear this year. But Principle Lessa was very clear. Yesterday was your last chance. You’ll have to reapply next semester.”

The bell rings

Kids start filling out the room as Lia puts her arms around Julie’s and Flynn’s in hopes of comforting them.

“I’m truly sorry,” Ms. Harrison says walking away.

The three girls hug each others shoulders as they walk out.

Start of Lunch - Lia’s perspective

“Hey guys, I’ll catch up with you later? I have something to do first.” I say to Julie and Flynn, before walking back towards the music classroom. This is going to crush my soul and Flynn and Julie will be mad but I have to do this and Mum might actually be happy.

“Hey Ms. Harrison, do you mind if we talk for a second?”

Ms. Harrison turns around from her putting away her manuscript. She steps off the conductors pedestal and takes a seat in one of the many chairs and I sit down next to her. I used to come in here all the time after school and while Ms. Harrison would clean up or work, I’ll just play my guitar or sit at the piano writing some music.

“Hey Ms. Harrison?” I asked, as a nervous freshman, “Would it be okay if I stick around after school sometimes and just practice here? My parents aren’t too fond at the idea of me practicing at home.”

Ms. Harrison looks at me for a second. I was playing with the string on my hoodie biting my lip. We had just had our first class today and being a freshmen, I didn’t really have any friends other than Julie, Carrie and Flynn. Honestly though - they were all I needed. They had been there for me when my life was crashing and I promised to do the same for them no matter what.

“Why don’t we take a seat and talk for a second?” She had asked.

That day I told her everything - from my brother's death to how my parents despised the idea of me pursuing music. Ms. Harrison had promised me that I would always be welcomed to come in early or to stay a bit after school to practice or write music. For that I will forever be thankful.

“What’s going on Malia? Is everything alright at home?”

“Yeah it’s just…” I sigh, before taking a deep breath, “Would it be possible to drop out of the music program?”

“Malia… I don’t know what to say,” She looks at me confused, “I thought your parents were okay with everything now? Is there something going on? Is this about Julie?”

“It’s kind of complicated but I think… my mum isn’t too happy about my choices and with college applications and graduation coming in a couple years… I think they’d rather me go to Harvard than Juillard. I know Julie has a shot at going big but I know I’ll never try so… why shouldn’t the spot go to someone who actually deserves it?”

“Malia, you are talented and a wonderful person. You have a great voice and the music you write means so much and it’s great. I can’t stop you from dropping out but make sure you’re dropping out for you - not your mum, not your dad, not for anyone but yourself.”

“I love music Ms. Harrison, but I love my family more than anything. I can’t hurt them - they’ve already been through so much. Julie has been through so much. Me dropping out could make so many people happy. I need to do this, just promise you won’t tell Flynn or Julie why i’m dropping out?”

“Okay. Just remember that no matter what happens, you’re always welcomed here and you can always play whatever you want in here.”

“Thanks Ms. Harrison. I guess I’ll stop by the office and make it official. I’m sure mum won’t protest too much.”

I slowly turn to walk out the door, I pause for a second, “Thanks for letting me be who I truly am in here. You will never understand what you did for me when you let me stay here and do what I always wanted to do.”

“Malia, just remember that your music shows who you are - and you are a very talented woman.”

I look towards the ground as tears threaten to fall from my eyes. A sad smile forms on my lips as all the memories I’ve made in here come to an end. I clench my eyes shut and open them up. I give Ms. Harrison one last smile as I quickly walk out, heading towards the principal's office.

Back at the Molina household after school has ended

“So what’s the plan now that…” Lia starts as Julie opens the door to her room.

They walk in and the boys are all hanging out. Julie looked at the boys with a certain twinge. Reggie was laying on Julie’s bed while Alex was looking at her dresser and Luke was looking through her stuff.

“What are you guys doing in my room?”

The guys reply to her with a chorus of high pitched uhhs and umms. Lia just laughs as she drops her bag beside the door. She was going to be staying overnight.

“We were looking for the kitchen?” Luke tries.

“This… this can’t happen. It’s creepy. Get off my bed please.”

Reggie jumps off the bed as Lia laughs and takes his spot, laying down and hugging a pillow.

“Hey Julie,” Luke raises his hand, “What’s in the box?” He asks, pointing towards Julie’s dream box.

“That’s off limits.”

“Oh…” he chuckles, “Okay. Girl stuff.”

“Ohh… like butterflies and glitter?” Reggie asks, as Lia throws a pillow at him that ends up going right through him.

“Oh come on,” Alex says looking embarrassed for his friends, “I’m sorry about them.”

“It’s none of your business. And yes there might be some glitter,” Julie says while Reggie smirks only for another pillow to be thrown through him by Lia, “And Lia stop throwing pillows at them. Try a rock.”

“Hey!” Alex exclaims, picking up a picture of Julie and her mum and walking towards the bed, “I actually picked something up!”

He then proceeds to drop it on top of Lia.

“Ouch!”

“I dropped it,” Lia throws a pillow through him too.

“Uh is that you mum?” Luke asks.

“Yes and it’s my favourite picture of us. So if you break it,” she says picking up the picture and giving them the death stare, causing Lia to snort at their facial reactions, “I’ll break you.”

Julie puts the frame on her bedside as Alex says, “Ok well sorry but we’re kind of unbreakable at this point.”

Lia and Julie both throw him a WTF look.

“I don’t get it, “Julie starts, “You guys can mess up my bed, pick up your instruments but you can’t pick up other stuff?”

“I know right? It’s hard,” Luke says shrugging, “But for some reason, our instruments, easy.”

“Yeah like super easy,” Reggie adds from the edge of the bed, “Oh and check out what I learned today.”

He stands up and holds his hands out “Ah” Suddenly his guitar is across his chest and he falls backwards.

“SICK,” Lia says sitting up in bed. Luke smiles down at her as Julie says, “Yeah that looked super easy.”

Reggie continues groaning as Luke starts talking again, “It’s like I always thought, our instruments are attached to our souls.”

Julie looks towards Lia. All of a sudden Julie’s dad walks in says “Hey,” startling the boys causing Reggie to do a backflip and Luke and Alex to hold hands. Lia smirks at them before giving her attention to Mr. Molina.

“Everything ok?” He asks.

“Yeah… I’m fine.” Julie says, looking towards Lia before looking back at her dad. Luke and Alex look down to their hands, back at each other before dropping their hands. Lia watches the interaction and laughs before putting her hand in front of her mouth. Reggie smirks while Mr. Molina gives her a concerned look.

“I thought I heard you talking to someone.”

“Yeah me!” Lia says from the bed.

“Someone other than Lia”

“Must have been my laptop… that I just closed.”

“Ok… if you need anything,” he gestures towards the doors making a closing motion, “Yeah okay.”

He closes the doors. Julie turns to look towards the boys.

“Your dad looks like the kind of guy who likes to barbecue. I bet he has a great ribs recipe,” Reggie says.

“Oh my he does!” Lia laughs.

“Look I don't know but if you guys want to talk to me you have to do it in the studio. He’s worried about me enough as it is.”

“He seems chill. You should just tell him about us,” Luke says, smiling as if he just solved all the issues, as the boys agree with him.

Lia and Julie share a do they not have brains which they don’t but still look.

“Umm what?” “You’re kidding right?”

Luke’s smile falls and he ends up looking like a sad golden retriever.

“This past year, everyone’s been watching over me, being super nice as if they’re waiting for me to snap. If I tell my dad I met a ghost band. I’ll be back to talking to Dr. Turner 3 times a week.”

“Yeah… Turner is not fun,” Lia says falling backwards on Julie’s bed and staring at the ceiling.

Luke looks towards Julie, “You probably shouldn’t tell him…” he walks back towards the box, “Julie”

Lia lets out a small laugh “I thought I told you to leave that alone!”

“I know. You should have just said nothing because now I can’t stop thinking about it. Soo… What’s in the box Julie?”

Julie looks back to Lia, rolling her eyes at annoyance towards Luke, “It’s just my dream box okay!”

Luke slowly looks towards Julie as Lia’s phone buzzes. She pulls it out of her back pocket and opens it up.

“Whenever I get a thought, I write it down and get it out of my mind.”

“Like lyrics?”

“They would be if I still wrote music like I used to with my mom. Now it’s just full of stuff that doesn’t make me sad.”

The boys all look sad at her confession and Lia sits up suddenly.

“But I mean you do play. We heard you this morning,” Alex says standing up all of a sudden.

“In the garage!” Julie looks frustrated. Luke and Reggie scrunch up their faces towards him. Luke flicks his shoulder as Lia throws another pillow aimed at all three boys.

“So you were there too?”

“Uhhh… I don’t…” “Uhh he was like…” “We were… somewhere”

Lia stands up before the situation would escalate.

“I have to head home for a sec… but I’ll be back tonight. Good luck boys,” She says sending them a wink and leaving the room.

Lia’s perspective - Once she gets home

Now I don’t know why mum called me but I think I have an idea. It probably has something to do with me quitting the program. Things are gonna be awkward and suddenly I’m glad that Mr. Molina actually likes me and I was already sleeping over. As if I don’t basically live in their house. I take a breath before walking in.

“Mum! Dad! I’m home!”

I hear pots and pans clash, so I make my way towards the kitchen. As I walk towards the fridge to grab a snack Dad turns off the stove and Mum looks up from her spot at the table.

“Take a seat Malia.”

Oh crap. I make my way towards the table, a clementine in hand. I take a seat and take in the death stares burning into my face. I slowly start peeling my clementine while Mum takes in a sigh.

“Why’d I get a phone call saying that you wanted to quit the music program?”

I set aside the peels as I pull of a piece of clementine, “I thought you’d be happy.”

“So that’s it? You’re done with music? For years you fought us to get up to buy you your guitar and your violin and all the other instruments and now you just give up on it?”

I swallow a couple of pieces down, “I’m not giving up on music. I just think that… I need to focus on other things for now. Maybe I’ll reapply next semester or maybe I won’t. I just want you to be happy and okay with this.”

“In the end we aren’t going to stop you from this but. Yeah maybe it is better that you focus on your studies than music right now.”

“It’s still going to take some time to process everything but starting next week I’ll officially be out of the program then,” I chow down on the rest of the clementine before standing up and going to throw the peels out. I rapidly blink to force the tears back, “I’m staying over at Julie’s house so I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”

I quickly head up the stairs towards my room, finally letting the tears fall. Once I’m behind the closed doors I let the tears fall freely while I pick up my guitar case. I bring it over to my bed and open it up. I take out my guitar and make my way towards Luke’s room. Walking in, I quickly grab his guitar and bring it back into mine and set it into my guitar case. I move to wipe the tears from my eyes. This might be a choice but it still hurts. I’ve spent my entire life trying to please my parents and apparently the only way I can do so is by giving up my number one love - something tied so closely with my family but if there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past year its that family should mean everything. I quickly pick up my case and leave to walk back to Julie’s house.

Masterlist part two

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[missmitchieg]

The Phantoms, Triple Threat, Nick, & Caleb Covington as Pokemon trainers

Julie’s Pokemon: Sawsbuck (Bambi), Lurantis (Bloom), Mismagius (Magician), Pikachu (Sparkler), Solrock (Sunshine), Meganium (Long-Neck)

Julie’s a loving, gentle trainer that gives every Pokemon that comes her way a nickname and lets them out every once in a while to relax and play in a forest but goes hard in battles. She never loses. Her Pokemon never lose.

She’s good friends with every nurse Joy and officer Jenny and loves meeting new friends along the way to becoming a real Pokemon master. She never forgets her daily check-in calls with Ray and Carlos. She also keeps in touch with her best friend, Flynn, and loves the pictures she gets from her.

She likes to give her updates on “that cute but mischievous boy with the Gyarados and the Charizard“ that she’s pretty sure has a thing for her but she’s too shy to ask. Even if he seems to just “pop up“ wherever she goes after they met outside of a gym.

She genuinely laughed in Caleb Covington’s face when he tried, and failed epicly, to intimidate her. She thought it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. Then she proceeded to beat him in battle. In public. Humiliating him. She hates him, and Team Rocket, and everything they stand for.

Bloom and Magician usually prefer to be out of their balls and walk and float around with her. She likes that about them. Sunshine and Lon-Neck seem to be closest with each other, but love the rest of the team as well. And they never run low on food or berries to munch on while they make pit stops on their journey.

Julie usually likes to wear a purple t shirt or sweater, a matching purple headband, white pants and sneakers and a black jacket. She always has a charm bracelet with 6 charms: A Poke Ball, a Great Ball, an Ultra Ball, a Master Ball, a Love Ball and a Friend Ball.

Luke’s Pokemon: Jolteon (Bolt), Charizard (Blaze), Gyarados (Bayou), Poliwrath (Polly), Zapdos (Tazer), Beedrill (Honey)

Yeah, Luke’s a bit of a genwunner. What’s it to ya? He knows what he likes and he knows what’s good. And yeah, he might have gotten himself in trouble with more than one officer Jenny more than twice for trying to steal a potion or two. (Nurse Joys always hate him so he’s learned to stay away from centers.) So he’s a rebel. Sue him. At least he cares enough to get them for his team.

Unlike those awful Team Rocket people that, rather than loving and caring for Pokemon like the epic, amazing, awesome creatures they are, they hurt them. Luke hates Team Rocket with all of his heart and he makes that fact known. He’s only ever met two, and they both sucked. One yelled at a kid’s Geodude and the other made a Togepi cry. Hard. He took it upon himself to comfort the little Togepi and feed him some (stolen) Pokemon food until he smiled and skipped away like nothing had happened.

Anyway, he loves being a trainer and exploring places with his Pokemon and he loves forest picnics (of stolen food, usually) and watching his Gyarados hide in waterfalls to jump out and scare people off. He also likes to keep tabs on “that girl that gives her Pokemon nicknames like a (pretty) dork” (Which is a thing he totally didn’t steal from her. He was already calling his team those names.) and tell the few friends he has about her.

Charizard and Jolteon have been with him since the very beginning of his journey, as a little but strong Charmander and Eevee and he loves them (and everyone else) like crazy. Zapdos tends to come out of his Ultra Ball without warning to spread his wings. Poliwrath is a big fan of swimming in lakes when they find them.

Luke generally wears a blue tank top with a black vest hoodie, jeans and black boots. He’s never seen without his blue knitted beanie (”My mom knitted this, so I’m wearing it forever.”) or the pink, red and blue friendship bracelet Reggie had gifted both him and Alex with before they went on their journeys. (”Reggie and Alex are my best friends, so I’m wearing it forever.”) Luke’s bracelet has a Master Ball charm and he loves it.

Reggie’s Pokemon: Eevee (Foxy), Braixen (Fire-Starter), Vulpix (Curly Top), Cyndaquil (Volcano), Teddiursa (Baby Bear), Togetic (Angel)

Reggie’s not necessarily too concerned with being a Pokemon master. You see, he’s more inclined to just have a good time and explore and let his Pokemon just be and give them all nicknames. He’ll sometimes pop into a Poke Mart just to say hi and grab a potion or two, mostly to not have to bother nurse Joy about his Eevee, who prefers to be carried around like a baby, (And who he doesn’t want to evolve into anything. Same with the rest of them. He’s very content with his “baby” team, thank you.), or his other Pokemon, again.

He likes hearing about his friends crazy adventures, though! And he likes hearing about their love lives, even if they’re both too shy to do much about anything. He likes telling his friends about all the stuff he sees in his town, like the old guy selling Pokemon food and the little girl that “just has an Arcanine, a Flareon, and an Infernape already! How did one little girl manage that?”

Reggie thinks he’s really lucky he’s never met a Team Rocket member, considering everything he’s heard about them from Luke, they suck. He’s honestly started to genuinely hate them by emotional osmosis at this point.

Reggie likes to dress in red and black flannels, white or grey t shirts, black jeans, black sandals, his own friendship bracelet that has an Eevee charm and a black jacket when the weather calls for it.

Alex’s Pokemon team: Sobble, Psyduck, Entei, Rapidash, Lapras, Starmie

So catching the Entei was kind of an accident. He’d just been exploring around a volcano looking to try and catch a Rapidash (he got it) when the volcano erupted and Entei appeared. He had (somehow) managed to calm the rather disgruntled Pokemon and catch it with a Poke Ball and Entei loves being part of Alex’s team, as do the rest of them. The Lapras was an accident, too, but that’s another story for another day. It involves a very grumpy, greedy hunter and Psyduck’s chronic headache.

Sobble, Starmie and Psyduck all just kind of felt drawn to him. He wasn’t going to question why an anxious duck with a permanent headache, a water lizard that always looked distressed and a star felt like sticking around him, but he loved them all equally. He loves updating his friends, Luke and Reggie on his adventures and catches (and the cute boy with the Blissey and Bellossom he met in a Poke Mart and keeps bumping into “on accident”*) or just calling to talk about nothing when he misses them.

(*It’s so not an accident.)

Alex likes to wear pink t shirts with a grey or black jean jacket, blue jeans, a white snapback and black sneakers. He never takes off his friendship bracelet and is very careful to not snag it on a twig or door handle or lose the Starmie charm.

Willie’s Pokemon: Blissey, Bellossom, Slowbro, Snorlax, Garchomp, Aromatisse

Earlier on in life, Willie had been pretty certain he wanted to be like his dad and become a real gym leader, but over time, he grew to like the idea of being a Pokemon doctor. His parents were a bit surprised by the news of their boy wanting to be a doctor, but they wholeheartedly supported his dreams and let him go to school to be a doctor, getting semi-regular updates from him.

Now, he’s often seen picking berries from trees and walking into Poke Marts to grab whatever he’d run out of that week, always happy to see the store clerks or say hi to a friend whose Pokemon he helped heal. (He especially liked when he ran into that Cute Blond Boy and he sometimes walks into stores just to talk to him even if he bought supplies just the day before, but shh. Cute Blond Boy doesn’t need to know that.) He also liked to offer grumpy, angry people a couple bites of Blissey egg to make them happy just because.

Willie usually likes to be comfortable and wear orange and white tie dye t shirts or orange and yellow floral t shirts, blue jeans, white sandals, and his hair loosely tied in a bun. After meeting Cute Blonde Boy, though, he started incorporating snapbacks and sneakers into his wardrobe. He liked how they looked on Cute Blond Boy better, though.

Flynn’s Pokemon: Liepard, Torracat, Delcatty, Pyroar, Lillipup, Persian

Flynn is honestly more of a Pokemon photographer than anything. She likes to hang around fields and forests to see the Pokemon roam free and take pictures or just watch while her big and little wildcats (Her favorites.) and her puppy (Accident. She doesn’t know how she fell so hard for the little pup.) either play or lie next to her and nap. She sends her favorites to her best friend, Julie and talks to her over the phone all the time. She likes hearing about her adventures and her cute boy and give advice on how to talk to him.

Flynn has only ever encountered Caleb, Dante and Fuego twice and she hated him instantly. The first time, she saw him snap at a little boy holding a Growlithe plushie. She had instinctively sicced her Pyroar’s flamethrower on him, yelling at him to leave the kid alone. The second time, she saw him physically grab a girl’s Hoppip and stomped toward him, commanding her Liepard to use Fury Swipes on him. She watched him struggle to walk away afterwards, gently handing the Hoppip back to the little girl and pointing in the direction of a Pokemon center just in case “her little friend got hurt when the mean guy grabbed her”.

Flynn is always seen wearing some kind of wildcat print in her outfits. Whether it’s the orange tiger t shirt and blue jeans combo with matching tiger boots she loved to put together, or the leopard print dress she saved for special occasions. She and Julie have always worn their matching charm bracelets with nothing but pride and love.

Carrie’s Pokemon: Mew, Sylveon, Dragonair (Shiny), Alomomola, Clefable, Audino

Listen, Carrie Wilson may be a pink princess, but don’t mistake her love of girly, glittery clothes and only having pink Pokemon on her team as her being weak. It’s not “she loves pink and glitter, but she’s strong and smart“, it’s “she loves pink and glitter AND she’s strong and smart“.

She simply has an aesthetic and an image to maintain and she maintains it, while having a team of strong fighters. She caught her Mew when all she had was a Sylveon and a couple of Pokeballs (What, like it’s hard?) and she’s proud to have a Mew, who prefers to float around her or piggyback her rather than be stuck in a ball, on her team.

She thinks it’s hilarious that Caleb assumed she would be at all scared of him. And assumed that she would lose to him. Carrie Wilson never loses a battle and she doesn’t plan to make that a habit of hers anytime soon. It’s simply not what Carrie Wilson does. Carrie Wilson instills fear into the hearts of weak little men, and has fun doing it.

But she’s always nice to little girls like her who love pink and love to beat boys in battle. She even gives girls strategic advice and runs into stores to buy them potions, poison heals and more just because. Little girls love her for it and she loves the little girls she comes across like her sisters.

Carrie wears a bedazzled white t shirt with a picture of a Love Ball on the front, a pink (faux, of course) fur coat, a sparkly pink tiered skirt with matching pink high heels. She saves her favorite pink and silver crystal dress for only the most special occasions.

Nick’s Pokemon: Cubone, Elekid, Wartortle, Chimchar, Pidgey, Butterfree

Nick is an aspiring baseball player, just like his dad. He’s not the best in battle, and he has to make quite a few emergency trips to Pokemon centers or clinics when he’s out of potions, but his team still loves him and fiercely (Well, as fierce as a tiny dinosaur, a ball of electricity, a turtle, a chimp, a pidgeon, and a butterfly can be.) protects him from danger.

Like that time when he accidentally angered a flock of Zubat by kicking a rock a little too hard and startling them awake. Emolga and Chimchar had to come to his rescue and they managed to get away relatively unscathed. Or that time he’d been found by a sweet old couple that offered him a warm meal, some Pokemon food and a bed for the night. After he’d been ambushed by a massive colony of angry Beedrill for walking too close to Beedrill territory.

Nick liked to wear a yellow t shirt with his dad’s baseball team, The Electabuzz, white shorts, black sandals and a white vest. He was always in either that or a regular white t shirt with a Poke Ball, blue jeans, and white sneakers.

Caleb’s Pokemon: Seviper, Grimmsnarl, Gengar, Skarmory, Umbreon, Spectrier

Caleb’s a member of Team Rocket. No one there really likes him or takes him seriously except Dante and Fuego, but he’s convinced himself they all do. No one, not even Dante and Fuego, is really sure how he managed to catch the Spectrier (or any of his team, because they don’t really like him much, either), but they also haven’t bothered to ask and he can’t really be bothered to tell.

He’s totally not friends with Dante and Fuego (yes, he is) and he totally doesn’t love them like sons, what? He doesn’t have a heart. (Except for Dante and Fuego.) He steals from stores and scares kids just by existing near them. Except Julie, Flynn, Carrie, and Luke. They’re not scared of anything. He’s more scared of them.

He hates the standard “bland, boring and ugly” Team Rocket uniform. With a burning passion. So naturally, he decided to dye the white parts of his uniform purple and cover it in glitter, replacing the hat with a much more his style top hat. He had gotten in trouble for the modifications to the outfit initially, but he didn’t care much. He was evil, but he wasn’t boring. And his boss had just sighed and decided he could get used to the non-regulation uniform after all.

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[outerjjbx]

Jiara July Jubilee

Day 5, 30th July- 5 + 1 day (but I’m doing 3 + 1 because this is my first time using this format)

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One of the few things that JJ learnt at school was that anger was a secondary emotion. He didn’t even really learn it at school; he learnt it in the counsellor’s office after a particularly messy fight. He was the one that got in trouble, even though it was the other kid that pushed John B’s books from his hands.

JJ was an extremely protective person. He would throw himself in front of a train to protect his friends. He would do absolutely anything to assure their safety and happiness, and his rage commonly took over when that was at risk. He was particularly protective of Kiara, because he knew she hated violence and wouldn’t engage in it like the others. That would be okay, but she was unlucky enough to be the typical victim of Rafe Cameron’s constant bickering.

They were at the boneyard, JJ flirting with some Touron he wouldn’t remember the name of, and Kiara minding her business by the shore. She was standing with a plastic cup, taking occasional sips and letting the waves wash over her feet. She jumped when she felt an arm sling around her shoulder, scoffing with she noticed a grinning Rafe.

Kiara shoved him off. “Go bother some other girl. Or, better yet, none at all. The world could do a lot better without guys like you.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow and placed his arm back around her. “What’s that, Kie? Can’t hear you over the music.”

Kiara rolled her eyes and pushed him off again. “Seriously, Rafe. Your bullshit gets tiring. Go away.”

Rafe held a hand to his chest. “Oh, I’m hurt!” he looked around, studying a group of Pogues messing around nearby. “Why do you even hang out with them? You’re rich, you’re hot. You’re a kook. Why are you running around like some sort of Pogue princess?”

“Maybe it’s because you’re all misogynistic assholes?” She replied sarcastically.

“I miss having you around the house, Kie,” Rafe grinned. “The view was always nice.”

JJ had noticed the commotion by then. He made his way over, hands in his pockets to appear casual. He stopped in the middle, purposely putting distance between them. Rafe smirked when he arrived, looking proud of his ability to draw him over.

“What, so she’s fucking you but won’t give me a try?” Rafe scoffed. “You’re hot, Kiara. Get some standards.”

“Fuck off, Rafe,” JJ mumbled. “Aren’t you, like, nineteen? Get a life.”

The mentioned raised his arms in mock surrender. “Okay, okay!” he began to walk away, but not before brushing by Kiara so he could run his hand along her waist.

Kiara yelped, flinching away. Rafe winked and prepared to walk away, but JJ grabbed his wrist and punched him square in the face before you could move.

Rafe fell down onto the sand. “Jesus Christ, you psycho! What the fuck was that?”

JJ grabbed Kiara’s drink and downed it. “Sexual assault earns a punch, Cameron.”

“I didn’t do shit!” Rafe argued. He stood up to hit JJ back and pushed him, but it only made JJ angry.

Both of them had anger issues, and both of them knew that. Sometimes, when they were about to fight, JJ wondered what made Rafe such an angry person. He seemed like he had such a perfect life, but his actions reflected something else. JJ knew the source of his anger, he knew that it was because of his dad, but he couldn’t figure Rafe out. JJ often had to remind himself that anger was not an original emotion, meaning Rafe’s red face and twisted expression was caused by something else, something deep-rooted.

Their fight lasted for three or four punches each, resulting in a bloody nose and a split lip or two. JJ was already roughed up, as he always was, so the injuries weren’t anything new for him. That made seeing Rafe with a swollen eye and red blotches of forming bruises even more satisfying. He was always attacking, but he was never used to getting anything back.

Topper was tugging at his friend’s arm. “Come on, man. It’s not worth it,” he said, as if JJ had been the one that was acting like a dickhead.

Rafe muttered something under his breath and spat blood into the sand as he left, his fists clenched. JJ and Kiara both watch him go, Kiara pulling her jacket on as she did. She hated that he’d ruined her night, as he usually did, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Terrorising here seemed to be one of his favourite hobbies.

“Thanks, JJ,” she mumbled as she zipped her hoodie up.

JJ nodded and looked down at his -or Kiara’s, technically- empty cup and nodded towards the keg. “Come on. Wanna get wasted?”

Kiara shrugged and followed him. They spent the rest of the night drinking and getting high, just enjoying each others’ company. They stayed at the party, but it was like they were in their own little world, sharing inside jokes and giggling to themselves. JJ made a promise to protect her that night, and Kiara returned it, unaware of the protecting he actually needed.

-

“Rafe, what the fuck motivates you so much that you have to be the single most annoying piece of shit I have ever come across?”

Rafe was annoying Kiara, as usual. She didn’t know what she did to attract such awful attention. Maybe she was a mass murderer in her last life, and Rafe Cameron’s existence was some sort of karma, his only purpose being frustrating the shit out of her. She couldn’t think of any other reasonable explanations.

Her friends were nowhere in sight, and Kiara was admittedly growing nervous. JJ was usually right by her side, ready to attack, consequences be damned, but she couldn’t even see him. She looked around for that familiar mop of sunbleached hair tucked beneath a stolen cap, but he was nowhere to be seen. She attempted to hide her nerves behind quick witted comments as Rafe slowly inched towards her.

She could practically feel his breath down her neck, whispering words she wasn’t processing. His hand was snaking around her shoulders, his touch sending a terrified chill down her spine. She wanted to push him off, but he was cornering her, and she feared angering him would result in dire consequences.

“I don’t understand what your problem is,” Rafe slurred. “I’m just as much of a dick as the rest of your Pogue friends. You just like pretending to be something you’re not.”

Kiara kept her face straight, refusing to show any emotion or reaction. “The difference is that they’re good people, actually. Kooks, especially ones like you, are rich, sexist assholes. I just prefer being around decent people.”

“Decent people?” Rafe repeated. “You mean broke criminals that have to steal to survive? You know my dad fired your buddy John B because he was stealing, right? Tell me, was the cheap dive worth it?”

Kiara scoffed. “You’re one to talk. Everyone knows about your coke, Rafe. I’m pretty sure selling cocaine is worse than shoplifting to stay above water.”

Rafe narrowed his eyes. He looked like he was about to say something, probably something angry and spiteful, but a voice interrupted them before he could.

“Is he bothering you again?”

Kiara let out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding as JJ approached her. He looked to her, silently asking if she was okay, and Kiara sent him an alarmed look. JJ nodded, understanding that she wanted him gone.

JJ grabbed Rafe’s arm. “Come on, Cameron. You know, you don’t have to be a dick all the time.”

The mentioned stepped back. “Watch your mouth, Maybank.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” JJ smiled slyly. “It’s in your DNA, you can’t control it.”

Rafe scoffed. “You’re one to talk about DNA.”

JJ stepped closer to him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Rafe grinned. “Girls like mommy issues, don’t they? And daddy issues. You’ve got it going for you, man.”

Everyone knew of the Maybank name, and everyone knew that it was associated with crime and rage. The whole island knew of Luke Maybank and his multiple arrests, of the wife that abandoned him and of his no-good son. Being a Maybank had resulted in a painful life, not just at home, but everywhere. The lingering looks from shopkeepers, the drug dealers and criminals that would threaten him to get to his dad. They didn’t know what went on behind closed doors, but they knew it wasn’t functional in the slightest.

JJ shoved him back. “You’re one to fucking talk.”

Rafe stumbled backwards and scowled. He lunged forwards, beginning a brawl between the two. Kiara sighed as they tumbled to the sand, running a hand through her hair as a crowd began to surround them.

JJ was on top of Rafe, messing up his face, when Kiara realised how quickly things were going South. Their fights were always messy, but they never usually got that bad. Rafe was barely fighting back anymore, and Kiara was beginning to get worried. She hated Rafe, and he deserved to repeatedly get his ass beaten, but she didn’t want JJ to get in trouble, and she knew he always felt bad after he hurt someone without getting equally hurt back.

John B, Pope, Kelce and Topper broke it up instead of joining in, which Kiara was eternally grateful for. She helped JJ up and handed him his red hat, which had fallen off. He mumbled out a thanks and touched his busted lip, wiping the blood on his already-ruined shirt. His face was red, bruises were definitely forming and his clothes were stretched, but he didn’t seem bothered. He glared at the Kooks helping Rafe, but his angry expression fell as soon as he turned back to Kiara.

She gently ran her fingers along his purple cheek. “You don’t always have to fight him. I’m grateful you for him away, sure, but shit doesn’t have to escalate so much.”

“I don’t know how else to protect you,” JJ admitted.

Kiara sighed. “That’s okay. Hey, come here.”

She pulled JJ into a hug, letting her hands move naturally to play with his hair. They were always affectionate, but there was something about their hugs, especially ones like that, that felt different. Kiara pushed down whatever she was feeling as she stepped away and cleared her throat. She couldn’t catch feelings for JJ. There was no Pogue-on-Pogue macking, which she had made very clear.

“Maybe we should just stop going to parties at the boneyard,” she suggested.

JJ shook his head and smooth his cap over his hair. “No, no. We can’t let them get their way again. This is our territory, Kie. They visit for parties, but we’re the ones in charge.”

Kiara patted him on the shoulder and nodded. “I guess. Thanks, J. You’ve always got my back, huh?”

JJ hummed, holding eye contact for just a second too long. “Yeah. Always.”

-

Kiara could swear she was on a bad luck spree.

Everywhere she went, some Kook was there, wasting her time. She was working at The Wreck, just trying to get through her shift, when a group of them entered obnoxiously, disturbing the customers and making Kiara want to scream and kick them out. She approached them, an obviously fake smile on her face, as they all sat down at a table.

She recognised them from a couple of her classes. She usually kept to herself at school, since she hated basically everyone there, and she prayed they wouldn’t notice who she was as she came up to them with an apron around her waist and a notebook in hand.

“What can I get you guys?” she asked, biting her cheek to hold back a snarky comment.

Mimi Jones, who was in Kiara’s math class, raised her eyebrow at the girl. “Hey, I know you.”

“You’re that bitch that busted Sarah’s party ‘cause you were jealous, aren’t you?” a raven-haired boy chimed in.

“No, I’m not, because I didn’t do that,” Kiara sighed. She did, really, but they didn’t need to know that. “Now, are you guys gonna order or get out?”

She hated serving people like them. The Wreck was usually full of tourists, which was annoying enough, but the occasional Kook would stop by just to personally torture her. She didn’t even understand why they’d want to eat there- sure, it was a nice restauarant, but they were rich. They could literally eat anywhere else.

“Can I get a burger with salad and fries? No dressing on the fries, and no tomato on the burger,” Mimi requested using a condescending tone.

The rest of the Kooks order equally difficult orders, purposefully changing their minds and complicating their meals. Kiara smiled as fakely as she could and went back to the kitchen, holding back a hate-filled rant as she saw her dad busily cooking. She gave him the order and helped him with a couple of meals, which he seemed to appreciate. It was a busy day and they were short on staff, so she had to do as much as she could to help out.

Returning the meals to the Kooks was even worse than the order. They kept claiming she had messed it up, snickering to themselves as if disrespecting servers was the funniest thing in the world. Kiara couldn’t help but wonder what their parents did wrong. She was rich, sure, but working had humbled her. The most work experience the majority of the Kooks had was bossing around their staff or organising parties.

Seeing them was a painful reminder of her Kook year. She hated to remember that she used to be just like them, and that she had enjoyed it. She turned her back on the Pogues and treated her friends like dirt, and she’d always regret it. She could hardly believe she ever wanted to be like the spoiled brats she was serving.

Her shift couldn’t have ended sooner. She threw off her apron and practically bolted to her car, making her way to the Chateau as quickly as possible. Her breathing was beginning to grow uneven, and she was gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were paling. She didn’t know why she was freaking out so much, but there was something about her classmates that made guilt pool in her stomach every time she thought about them. Every time she thought about how she used to be them.

JJ was asleep on the pullout bed, in only a pair of board shorts. She would usually laugh at him being asleep so late, but she was struggling to form words. He opened his eyes and sat up groggily as she slammed the door shut, looking to her with a confused and then quickly concerned expression.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, running a hand across his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Kiara whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. “I treated you like shit, didn’t I? In my Kook year. I know I did. I’m so sorry.”

He held out his arms, motioning for her to join him. “Woah, no. No, Kie. It’s okay. I mean, you were kind of a dick, but we’re past that. I know that wasn’t you. You’re a pogue.”

Kiara sat down next to him and buried her head against his chest, letting him play with her hair. She was crying quietly, just little sniffles and hiccups. JJ trailed his fingers up and down her back, his touch admittedly calming. She could nearly feel herself falling asleep in his arms, but quickly stopped herself.

She sat up, her cheeks red from both crying and blushing. “Thanks, J. Sorry about this.”

JJ tucked an escape curl behind her ear. “It’s okay. You don’t have to apologise.”

Kiara nodded and avoided her friend’s eyes. “You know I love you, right?”

She could hear his smile when he spoke. “Yeah. I love you too.”

-

JJ always put out the impression that he didn’t need protecting. Kiara had believed it, for a while. He would recklessly throw himself into any fight or sticky situation, and he’d nearly always come out on top. The bruises that casually littered his skin hadn’t been a cause for concern until Kiara realised they weren’t all from Kooks.

It was a quiet evening at the Chateau, with Pope, John B and Kiara all playing cards. JJ hadn’t arrived yet, and John B seemed to be the only one worried about that. He was regularly glancing at the door and barely paying any attention to the game.

“He’ll be here soon,” Kiara told him. “Why are you freaking out?”

John B was staring at the front door, adjusting himself for a better view. “He went home.”

“So?” Pope shrugged. “You think something happened?”

John B looked back at his friends, hesitating about something. “He-” he paused and sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

Pope looked concerned now, too. “Maybe? Like what?”

“It’s hard to explain,” John B replied. “And not really my place to tell.”

“JB, are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” Kiara asked.

Their cards game was forgotten as John B ran a hand through his hair. “It’s just- his dad’s kind of a dickhead.”

“We know,” Kiara said. “But you’re acting like he’s a lot worse than that.”

John B shot them each a look, and it was enough to make them understand. Kiara felt her chest tightened as she remembered every time she’d seen the signs, every time she’d ignored them. Every flinch, every nervous glance towards any adult male. The bruises with unreasonable backstories, the reason he was at the Chateau so much. There was so much, and she somehow hadn’t seen it.

Pope seemed to be having a similar revelation. John B glanced at the front door for a final time before standing up and waving his hand in Pope’s direction.

“Pope, you come with me,” he instructed. “Kiara, can you wait here in case he comes back?”

Kiara nodded, her eyes wide. She watched John B and Pope leave, and listened to the van’s engine starting up. She carded a hand through her hair and exhaled shakily, trying her best to remain calm. She was remembering similar situations, when John B would leave in a hurry and return with a bruised and battered JJ. They’d always say something about a fight, and Kiara would tell JJ off before giving him an icepack and helping him bandage any cuts or split lips. She hated herself for never realising what was going on.

The sound of an engine nearing the Chateau made her perk up. She hurried outside and felt her breathing restrict as JJ’s bike came into view and pulled to a stop in front of her. Kiara noticed every bruise, seeing them peeking out of his shirt and wrapping around neck, like some sort of deadly disease.

He was grinning. “Hey, Kie. Sorry I’m late, I-”

Kiara cut him off by engulfing him in a hug. He winced, and she pulled away immediately, her eyes wide and apologetic. She cupped his cheeks so she could study the injuries on his face.

“Are you okay?” she asked. “How bad is it? Here, come inside, I’ll get you an ice pack.”

JJ chuckled and let her lead him inside. “Why are you flipping out?”

She paused, quickly running over her choices. If she told him the truth, he could think John B betrayed him by telling. If she lied, though, she would have to continue to sit by while JJ suffered. There was more she could do to help him if she told him she knew, so she made a decision.

“I know about your dad.”

JJ’s smile dropped faster than she’d ever seen. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “John B was worried, and we- we figured it out. I’m so sorry I didn’t realise sooner, J, I’m-”

“It’s fine,” he interrupted. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. It’s an occasional hit when I fuck up, that’s it.”

Kiara motioned to his face. “An occasional hit? I’m not blind. This isn’t okay.”

JJ shook his head, beginning to blink rapidly. “No, it’s... just don’t worry about it, okay?”

He walked past her, heading to the kitchen, probably for a beer. Kiara took a deep breath to calm herself and pinched the bridge of her nose. She had to get through to him, so he knew that what his dad was doing wasn’t okay. He was being himself, and it was just like he always said; deny, deny, deny. That was what he was doing, and Kiara had no idea how to stop it.

Kiara reached into the freezer and pulled out a bag of peas. John B kept them in there as their designated ice bag, and he never planned on actually eating them. She wrapped it in a small towel and joined JJ, where he was sitting down on the couch, facing away from her.

She gently sat down beside him. “I don’t know how to tell you how bad this is,” she admitted, “and I don’t know how to make it better. You’re always the one that protects everyone else, I never... I never thought you’d need protecting, too.” she gently placed the ice pack on his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair when he flinched. “I’m sorry for that. But you don’t have to be afraid of being scared, or of admitting that you’re hurt. I’ll protect you from now on. I promise.”

JJ was visibly trembling. Kiara moved the peas out of the way and let him rest on her shoulder, her chin just above his head. He was crying, she could tell, but she didn’t say anything. She just whispered sweet nothings in his ear and played with his golden hair, doing her best to calm him down. She held him until his breathing evened out and she knew he’d fallen asleep, so she gently lay him down so she could see the damage.

She pulled his shirt up and held back tears at the sight. There wasn’t really snything she could do, so she just held the makeshift ice pack to the worse bruises and hoped it would help. He would wince in his sleep every time she moved, so she made sure to keep a hand in his hair or trailing gently along his skin. After a while, she heard the front door open, and John B and Pope entered. They paused when they saw her and JJ, their shoulders loosening as they realised he was relatively safe.

“Is he okay?” John B asked quietly.

Kiara shrugged. “Not really.”

Pope’s eyes were trained to JJ’s stomach, where his shirt and been pulled up to reveal the bruises. “Oh my God.”

John B studied JJ’s hands, sighing when he saw nothing. “He didn’t even fight back.”

John B looked like he wanted to punch something, and Pope looked like he was going to pass out. Kiara knew they felt just as helpless as she did. There weren’t many options, and there were none if JJ was in charge. Knowing him, he wouldn’t want anything to change. She didn’t understand how he could suffer so long and still manage to smile every time she saw him.

She smoothed back JJ’s hair. “You’re going to be okay,” she whispered. “I promise.”

#jiara #jj x kie #jiarajuly #jj maybank #outer banks #obx #jj and kiara are end game #writing #jiara fanfiction #fanfiction

[staarblaster]

Bad Moon Rising (ch.2)

Chapter Two

Fortunate Son

Willie looked pale, like if he had gone through the same shocks that he had seen Alex and his friends endure. He knew he had seen that text right. But how, how was that possible, he was dead. They was no way the afterlife even had cell reception. 

"Y-yeah. I- Listen Alex. I got this message and there's no possible way I could get it. " 

Alex frowned, not understanding, but looked at Willie silently before nodding. 

"What was the message?" 

Willie tilted the phone screen to face Alex, who looked just as confused as he did. 

"Miss me? With a cat and a ghost picture?"

Willie cracked a small semblance of a smile. 

"They're called emojis. See um. They can be like code.” Alex nodded understanding,

“So what does this mean?” 

Willie sighed, running his hand through his hair 

“It could be nothing but my friend used to send texts with the cat emoji a lot. But to the best of my knowledge they’re still a lifer”

Alex held Willie’s hand, “Maybe it’s just Caleb messing with you. Maybe using a new way to keep tabs on you?” Willie nodded smiling at Alex, while trying to hide a feeling of unease if Caleb was tracking him, he decided it would be best to get up to go to the Hollywood Ghost Club, which had became less of a sanctuary but more of a prison since Caleb’s curse on the boys. Willie knew he needed to preserve the facade so Caleb wouldn’t be suspicious of him.

“I’ll listen for anything, not just about Caleb but them too.” Alex tilted his head, the pronouns, confused him a little, but he looked at Willie understandingly “What was their name?” Willie smiled, “It was Jinx.”

 ---

Los Feliz High School

7:30 am 

Julie stood at her locker, still riding the high from preforming  at the Orpheum with the guys. Plus breaking Caleb’s curse. It was pretty cool to say the least, sure people were constantly asking for selfies or what was coming next for the Phantoms. But she was honestly unsure, the Orpheum wasn’t the guy’s unfinished business.  Maybe they’d write some new songs, but where do they go from here.

Loud hip-hop music snapped Julie out of her daze, Flynn must of been playing something in the music room.  Julie walked into the room, but instead of seeing Flynn, she saw someone dancing to a routine for a mashup of  two songs, Thunder by Imagine Dragons and Sunflower. It was almost hypnotic, they had an enchanting flow that could only be described as rhythmic.

  They had gotten to the chorus of Thunder when they noticed Julie in the doorframe, a black hoodie covered their head and a pair of ripped jeans. They froze instantly, 

“You did really good! Y-you can keep going!” Julie said comfortingly trying to reassure the mystery dancer.

They ran out the door she stood in front of, and soon left Julie in silence, maybe she’d see them around. It wasn’t long before soft footsteps snuck up behind them before gently putting hands on Julie’s shoulder.

Julie jumped, and saw Nick standing behind her,

“Nick! Hey! Hi” She said awkwardly. She looked past him expecting to see the mystery dancer in the halls but nothing unfortunately.

“Hey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. You okay?” He said with a warm smile. He followed Julie’s eyes intently.

Julie frowned, before noticing Nick was following her gaze, and awkwardly laughing.

“Ghosts aren’t real what are you talking about.”

Nick chuckled,

“Yeah but it would sure be cool though right?”

Julie smiled,

“Yeah maybe. We should head in there aye partner”

Nick chuckled, before coughing in an attempt to fill the silence

“Hey um, I know we agreed on no going out, but hanging out? That’s still on the table? As friends..” 

Julie looked at Nick, she knew that it would be unfair to him, to Luke and  to herself, but at the prospect of maybe taking a break she conceded.

“You know that actually  sounds really nice. Just as friends?” 

Nick smiled and nodded, before waving and  off in another direction “Just as friends. Oh! By the way, I heard  Mrs. Henderson might  be announcing a new play. You should audition, you’d be a shoe in with your band!” 

Julie only chuckled, watching him leave, before waving at him 

“See you this weekend”

As she turned she saw an all too  familiar streak of blonde hair,

“Carrie.”

“Julie. I saw you lasat night,  it wasn’t... awful but just know Dirty Candy is coming back at you with a vengeance. I will make sure that we get signed. Before you and your holograms or whatever they are”

Julie only let out a small chuckle with a sarcastic eye roll.

“Sure Carrie, maybe you should stick to your songs, and hope your dad doesn’t steal from anyone else”

Before Julie could even stop herself the words just spilled out

Carrie paused, turning to look at her, her face reddening with anger

“What.Was. That?!”

Julie swallowed nervously. Why did I say that out loud, now she’s really going to be on me and the guys.

“Slip of the tongue”

Carrie glared daggers at her former friend. 

“You better hope so.”

----

On the lacrosse field, a short person, say 5’2” grabbed a stick from the equipment bucket and caught the ball several times getting a few practice catches before aiming at goal a few feet away successfully getting it in the goal.

“Nice shot!!” Nick shouted over at them.

The figure turned, freezing,  about to run away again.

“Hey wait!” He ran down from the stands intercepting them at the base. He finally got a look at the person who almost ran away.

They were shorter than he was, and had curly green hair and  piercing brown eyes. They tried to look for a way past them.

“I’m Nick... Are you new?”

Silence.

A few seconds passed,

“Most people call me Jem, but my friends call me Jinx.”

“Well are we friends?”

Jinx/Jem looked at Nick,

“I haven’t made up my mind, but I’m sure I’ll see you around” They said with a small grin

Nick gave a small smile, intrigued by the mystery of this new person, and Jinx sensing his intrigue wrote her number down on a scrap of paper.

“Text me. If you want”They said before walking back into the school.

----

HGC

8:30 pm

The party at Hollywood Ghost Club was already underway, it wasn’t quite time for “Dessert” but Caleb Covington paced in silence in his quarters. They were supposed to be his band.  How could one human, no lifer, was it possible they were The Lifer from the legend. Well, this was going to be interesting. He would need to get confirmation,  and obviously he couldn’t send Willie he was too preoccupied with the band that he was previously intrigued by. 

Dessert was in one  hour.

He would have to make a new plan both to make sure the link between the lifer and band was severed and furthermore ensuring when the time came everything was in position. He had been stopped once, he would not let this happen again.

A soft knock, and a simple wave of the hand later he saw Willie standing in the door frame.

“William what a pleasant surprise”

Willie looked at Caleb nervously, showing him the phone

“Caleb... I-I got this message and I need to know if you know if you know anything about it”

Caleb frowned,  and then chuckled, 

“William you can’t honestly expect me to know what that means. Just because I own your soul doesn’t mean I control everything that happens to you. If I did you would be thanking me for bringing Alex to you. Wouldn’t you?”

Willie looked uncomfortable getting the sense there might be more but decided against prying further.

“R-right. I’ll take my seat”

Caleb put a hand on Willie’s shoulder.

“A wise decision, I’ll be on momentarily. Don’t go anywhere”

As Willie walked away, Caleb walked to a set of stairs and opened the door, to see a small black cat with brown eyes.

“It’s about time” He said picking up the cat.

“You stay here. Something tells me we have a lot to discuss.”

#jatp #oc/reggie #julie and the phantoms #julie/luke #fanfiction #I only own Jinx #Jinx uses they/them pronouns #this is gonna be a real slow burn #arteswrite #reblogs encouraged

[talkfastromance4]

Michael's kid wrecking havoc on tour by somehow managing to steal and hide almost every guitar pick. Which, when he gets caught, he "sells back" for toys, ice cream, video games, and hair dye.

this is amazing, ya’ll have GREAT ideas I love it. and Michael’s kid totally would do this, sly little thing. Thanks for the prompt! :)____

“How can they all just DISAPPEAR?!” Luke shouts tearing apart his case and every spot in the dressing room. 

Calum is rifling through his belongings as well when Bodhi skips in, an evil little smirk on his face watching his uncles search for their guitar picks. Ashton winks at him as he walks by. 

“What’s up?” Ashton asks plopping down on the couch. 

“We’ve lost our guitar picks,” Luke huffs angrily tossing his leather pants into the air. 

“We bought like 300 of them,” Calum says, “we can’t have used them all. This is only show five.”

A quiet giggle disrupts their confusion. All three eyes transition to Bodhi who is giggling behind his hand. 

“Bodhi, did you take our guitar picks?” Luke tries to ask calmly through gritted teeth.

Bodhi giggles again and runs across the room, his uncles are quick to follow. Luke reaches him first hoisting him upside down as he moves the couch settling Bodhi next to Ashton. Luke and Calum block his escape and stare at him sternly yet in wonder at how such a small little guy could steal so many picks. 

“Can we have them back, please?” Calum asks nicely. Bodhi shakes his head and Calum lowers his in defeat with a big sigh. 

“If we don’t have them, uncle Cal and I can’t play for all the people. Neither can your Dad,” Luke says holding onto his nephews shoulders. “Can we have them back, please? You can keep one.”

“Ice cream.”

“What?” Luke and Calum ask. 

“I want ice cream with sprinkles and hot fudge and I’ll show you where I hided them,” Bodhi smiles holding his cheeks. He can’t hold his excitement. 

“Glad I’m the drummer,” Ashton laughs as Luke and Calum exchange a look. 

They give in because the show is in an hour and a half and they still have to tune. They come back with what Bodhi requested who eats it happily rather quickly. He hands the bowl to Ashton then slips off the couch. 

“Okay. Come on,” he chirps walking tall to Michael’s case with Luke and Calum following. He zips open his dad’s laptop case and Luke and Calum stare at the treasure inside. 

It’s not just guitar picks, but one of Luke’s pink socks and Calum’s empathy hoodie with other missing paraphernalia that they thought they’d lost during travel. Bodhi hands them the picks then zips it back up and runs to the couch just as Michael strides in.

“There you are, Bodhi,” he smiles picking him up. “Time to go to mama for the show. Hey guys.” 

Luke and Calum are still staring in shock at their best friend’s son, shocked at how devious he is. 

“What’s going on?”

“Your son is an evil little mastermind, Mike,” Calum shakes his head. Michael looks at them in confusion.

“He stole our picks for ice cream,” Luke sighs then groans at the mess of his clothes strewn about the room. 

“No way,” Michael laughs holding up his hand, “high five, bud. That’s genius.”

He’s still cackling as he walks out of the dressing room and Ashton laughs loudly at Luke and Calum. 

“How much you wanna bet Michael’s the one who put him up to this?” Calum asks.

“How much ice cream do I get because it was me?” Ashton says stunning the guitar and bass player into silence once more.

#dad!michael #dad!mike #dad!sos #michael blurb #dad!michael blurb

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Those Who Fall: “APTF” Story (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)

Twenty-Four:

With Holly on his hip, Bucky led the way to the bleachers. Steve held Ethan and Sophia's hands, and followed closely behind. Glancing over his shoulder, he made sure that his older kids were still with them. However, Katie had been stopped by some younger friends from her high school volleyball days. Momentarily, Steve slowed, ready to stop, but Katie noticed and she waved them on.

Nodding, Steve faced the front, following Bucky. From behind them, Wanda said, "I'm going to find the restroom."

"Want me to go with you?" Vis asked while Jonas assured, "We'll save you a seat."

As they weaved in and out of people, Jonas took Sophia's hand to make it easier on Steve. Over the loud crowd already there waiting for the game to start, Steve questioned, "Are they here yet?"

Bucky was scanning the crowd and said, "I don't see 'em."

Gazing down at the sea of blue and white apparel, a voice yelled, "STEVE! BUCKY!"

Looking in the direction of the familiar voice, Steve found Mandy waving her arms high above her head. Beside her, her husband, Danny, waved one arm while his other kept hold on their three year old daughter, Rory.

With his free hand, Steve grabbed Bucky's royal blue hoodie, making his husband stop. Letting go, Steve pointed over to their family where Tibby was now standing. Since Steve was there at the start of the aisle, he didn't want to hold up any of the other game attendees, and led the way down the concrete steps.

"Grandpa!" Ethan exclaimed, running past his aunt and uncle to climb on George.

Steve shook his head, but the smile stayed on his face as he sat down on the chilly, aluminum bleachers beside Mandy. Over the volume of everyone talking around them, Steve asked, "Where's Becca?"

"Ella had an allergic reaction to the new laundry detergent, so they decided to sit tonight out," Mandy explained.

Instantly, Steve took his phone out and sent a quick text to Becca to let her know they were thinking of her and wishing for a quick recovery for their former foster daughter, now legal niece.  As Bucky sat down beside him, he took out the blankets they brought. Steve helped him shake the thick fleece blanket out and draped it over both Bucky's and Holly's laps.

"Daddy, it's cold," Sophia complained once she sat down in between Steve and Bucky.

To help buffer some of that chill from the aluminum bleacher seat, Steve had her stand so he could wrap the blanket around her small frame. Playfully, Steve rubbed his hands over her arms until she giggled, then he helped her climb onto the seat. Not long after, Sophia nuzzled into Steve's side and he wrapped his arm around her.

Jonas sat down next, shimmying his shoulders from the early October evening breeze. Bucky reached over to rub his back to warm him up while Steve took out another blanket from their bag. Shaking it out, Steve passed it over to the young man. However, Katie intercepted it when she sat down next to her brother.

Even though she shared, Jonas still jokingly complained, "No, you think you can come here and ste--"

"What the frick, Joni?!"

Steve, Bucky, Jonas, Katie, and even Holly turned to find Tibby standing there. Teasing, she gestured to her own blue curls and asked, "Trying to steal my look?"

"In my defense," Jonas pushed his midnight blue twist locs peeking out from his gray beanie away from his face. "The last time I saw you, you had orange curls."

"And the last time we saw you, you had purple hair," Bucky commented, nuzzling against Holly to both keep her warm and feeling to see if she was warm enough.

"Ya know, you really need to post more selfies," Katie teased, when Tibby and Sarah took the empty seats in front of them.

Tibby stuck her tongue out and unwrapped her large, hot pretzel. Turning to look at Steve, Sophia said, "Papa, I want a pretzel!"

"You just had pizza," Bucky good-naturedly scoffed.

When she started to pout, Steve leaned closer and suggested, "Maybe if you ask Auntie Tibs real nice, she'll share hers with you."

"Auntie Tibs, can I have some of your pretzel, please?" Sophia asked.

Happily, Tibby ripped some off for her, turning around to hand it to her. Sarah turned around as well so she could ask Steve, "Where's the new one?"

"Wanda," Steve corrected with a shake of his head and a chuckle under his breath. "Her name is Wanda, and she went to use the restroom."

"Wanda," Sarah repeated, nodding, trying to put it to memory. Then, she asked, "How've things been going? Is she fitting in?"

Steve nodded, "Yeah, I think so. She's been a lot of help and she's a sweet girl."

"That's good," Sarah encouraged. Looking to George and Winifred, she asked, "Have you met Wanda yet?"

The pair shook their heads and Ethan nearly toppled off George's lap in his excitement, "I love Wanda!"

"You do?!" Sarah playfully widened her eyes as she reached up to hold Ethan's extended hand.

Ethan nodded his confirmation and Winifred mused, "Then, she must be pretty special, huh?"

Ethan nodded, "She is!"

Sarah smiled, but when the marching band from the other end of the bleachers started playing the school song, she turned back around. Just in time, too, to see the cheerleaders carrying out a large paper banner for the football players to burst through. A smile tugged at Steve's lips as he read the paper banner:

Trick or Treat Smell our cleats Eagle Pride Can't be beat

"That's cute," Bucky leaned over to tell Steve. Steve nodded and Bucky pressed a kiss to the top of Sophia's hat-covered head.

The cheerleaders stood on either side and started shaking the metallic royal blue pom poms to hype the crowd and the football players. Soon, the game announcers introduced, "Let's hear it for the seven time National High School Football Champions, the Soaring Edison Eagles!"

The crowd stood and started cheering for the players as they ripped through the banner and ran onto the field. A couple of the players had a hop to their steps while the team approached their bench. Steve couldn't help but smile and little wider at that.

"I can't see!" Sophia complained as she stood on the ground.

Being in the third row, Steve figured she'd be able to see better once everyone sat down, but crouched down to ask, "Do you want to sit with Mimi and Auntie Tibs?"

Sophia hid her smile with the blanket and sheepishly nodded. Steve nodded and tapped on Sarah's shoulder. When she turned around, he leaned forward, "Soph can't see."

Extending her hands towards the little girl, Sarah wiggled her fingers and made a silly face. Laughing, Sophia took Sarah's hand and climbed onto the aluminum bleacher seat. For a moment just standing there with the blanket around her shoulders and Mimi's arm around her waist, they watched the game start.

Once they started sitting down, Katie leaned over, "I'm gonna head to concessions. Anyone want something?"

"Coffee," Steve requested while Bucky said, "Hot chocolate."

Turning to the little boy, Steve questioned Ethan, "You want a hot chocolate?"

Ethan nodded and cuddled George further. Steve asked his in-laws, "You want anything?"

When they declined the offer -- apart from Mandy requesting a hot chocolate for Rory -- Steve leaned forward, "You guys want anything?"

Even though Sophia was sharing Tibby's pretzel, the little girl shook her head. Tibby leaned back and showed Steve her thermos, "I have some special cocoa. And maybe, if you're nice, I'll share it with you if you get me another pretzel."

Giving Steve and Bucky an exaggerated wink, Tibby placed the thermos by her feet. While Bucky laughed and Steve shook his head, Sophia asked, "Can I have some special cocoa?"

"No!" The adults surrounding her answered.

With wide eyes, Sophia looked around at her family and sassed, "Geez, all I want is some hot chocolate!"

"Then, I'll get you your own," Katie assured, standing in the aisle.

"Find Wanda and Vis, too?" Bucky asked, shifting a fussy Holly until she was standing on his thighs the way she wanted to.

Since there was so much that Katie would have to carry back, and he wanted to make sure that Wanda and Vis were okay, Steve stood too. Bucky's brows furrowed as he looked up at Steve and Steve ducked down to kiss his lips and the top of Holly's hat-covered head.

"Can I get a chili dog with onions, please?" Jonas called out.

Nodding, Steve gave him a thumbs up as the pair headed up the large steps behind Katie. Around groups that really should've been sitting or standing elsewhere instead of blocking the aisle. Up to the very top where they had to walk single file since there were more people milling around up there either looking for their loved ones or more frustratingly, just watching the game.

Once they got to the reserved band section, the pair stepped off the concrete path. On the grassy hill, Steve and Katie leaned on the railing beside the bleachers. Steve asked, "Do you want something to drink?"

Looking around to see if anyone was paying them attention, Luke leaned closer to his family, "What are you doing?"

"Seeing if you want something to drink," Steve reiterated.

"No one else's dad is coming to check on them," Luke looked around again, his eyes wide.

Steve's chest clenched. Luke wasn't the first kid to be embarrassed, nor the first who tried to fit in with all the other kids. But he was one of the kids they cared for the longest. And it was in these moments where Steve wished he had let that little, eleven year old fifth grader that Luke used to be, proudly show him off just a little more.

"You sure you don't want a hot chocolate or something?" Katie asked, crossing her arms as she fought back a chill.

"Ya takin' orders?" A blond with green braces mocked.

A red hue colored Luke's dark olive-brown cheeks and Steve grit his teeth while Katie beside him narrowed her eyes. To stop her from saying anything -- like father, like daughter -- Steve touched her wrist. Luckily, she got the hint, but she did turn to walk down the other side of the hill to the concession stand.

Since Luke didn't want anything, Steve quietly told him, "I'll see you later, sweetie. Break a leg out there tonight."

Bashfully, Luke smiled, "Thanks, Pops."

Steve reached through the railing to give Luke's shoulder a comforting squeeze. Wanting to support him more, but not wanting to embarrass him further, Steve kept it to just the tender touch. Then, he turned and tried to catch up to Katie.

#a place to fall #jump then fall #those who fall #bonus #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #domestic life #fluff #smut #otp

[ask-ohmtoonz]

Ohmtoonz - Endless Ambition

chapter one: Zero

Ryan loved the kingdom outskirts, he loved comparing the vast and never sleeping town to the fresh and grassy fields that kept his home hidden from any other kingdom or rogue thieves. His home- The Todian Kingdom was safe and peaceful. He often remembered racing his older brother down the hills, seeing how far up he could go, before gravity forced him tumbling down to the city.

The hills surrounded the town almost perfectly, aside from the occasional smoke from a production line, the town was out of sight. Nobody new came in, not without the entire kingdom knowing. Especially the king.

The king was strict and calm, his two sons always tried to show off, trying to prove that they deserved to be the next rightful ruler to show that they were capable of leading the kingdom the same way as their father. The smaller prince, Prince Luke was agile, but also incredible at hand to hand combat, he often left those lucky to watch him spar, breathless.  He had the looks and the brain, he was charming and friendly to all those around him. Ryan believed he would be the heir to the throne.

The other prince, Prince Tyler was larger, standing at 6’1 with incredible muscle, he had been able to punch through rocks and not even flinch. He constantly helped anyone in the town, showing off by lifting up any object that was considered moderately heavy. He loved showing off to everyone about how powerful he was, he was short tempered, but definitely a loveable guy.

“Ryan, stop getting distracted,” his older brother scolded, nudging the smaller boy in front of him.

His older brother was rather short, blue eyes, black scruffy hair and a very faint stubble, he wore a dark blue hoodie and some baggy cargo pants.

Ryan nodded quickly and followed him, pulling his own, stolen, grey hoodie up. His jeans were ripped to hell, but at least they kept him warm.  

“Oi! stop drooling over the castle and get moving, we don't have all day.” His older brother- Jonathan reminded fimly, nudging his younger brother forward and out of the way to other townspeople.

Jonathan was a tall and muscular, he was taller than Ryan by a few feet and his muscles were noticeable in his rather tight shirt, at first glance, the brothers looked completely different, they had different skin tones, Ryan was as white as snow, while Jonathan had a type of olive skin. Ryan had soft hazel eyes while Jonathan had a set of piercing blue eyes. Jonathan was the better brother, Ryan knew that. His brother was going to leave a legacy that Ryan knew he wouldn’t be able to fulfill.

The two walked together quietly, the townspeople all rushed around besides them, but they didn’t mind. Jonathan stopped at an alley and headed down it, tossing a cloak at Ryan who caught it and put it on, immediately knowing what they were going to do.

The town often held public executions, trying to underline the fact that they would be punished. Yet, Ryan and Jonathan continued to steal, besides, it was only illegal if you were caught.

Ryan swiftly grabbed his brothers hand as the drew close to the gallows, he hated the idea of watching criminals reach for the thick rope crushing their windpipes, leaving permanent bruises that never got the chance to heal, the way they desperately squirmed and clawed at their necks was haunting. He could never understand which sadist thought that hanging people was a good idea. Especially with kids watching. It disgusted Ryan and he prayed that one of the princes would remove it once they got into power. “I hate this.” he muttered, hiding his head in his taller brothers shoulder as he heard choked breaths and the wooden frame creak, Jonathan just gave a curt nod, holding onto the smaller man’s hand and tugging him away from the gruesome scene, he knew a shortcut, but it meant they had to walk past the ‘chopping block’. Which was pretty self explanatory.

Jonathan knew his younger brother hated running past the guillotine, he hated it as well, but he knew he didn’t have the position to complain, it often came to survival to run past the guillotine, he even threw the decapitated heads at one of the guards so they were distracted and he could make it home.

The two continued to run, ignoring the cheer of the town people as the sharp blade sliced the man's head clean off, the head landed in the basket with a thud, which made Ryan flinch, his grip was impossibly tight on his older brothers hand, Jonathan kept tugging him along, forcing the smaller brother to keep running, they were almost out of the area, almost to their destination.

The crowd soon dispersed as Ryan and Jon made it out of the main city streets, the men panted and leaned against a wall. Ryan pressed two fingers to his neck, feeling his pulse, he sighed, his pulse was racing, yet stable, like his body was getting used to the sudden bursts of adrenaline. Jonathan smiled at his brother, pulling the hoodie way up over his eyes, “Come on Ohmie, Mask on,” He ordered, slipping his own mask on, which was just an old hockey mask.

Ryan stuck his tongue out and grabbed his blindfold from his pocket, before slipping it on over his eyes. Ryan was definitely more in touch with his sense, his hearing was incredible, so was his sense of touch and his ability to remain undetected. Jonathan was the best fighter he knew, he had troubles being quiet and often gave his position away, but that was a small price to pay when he could easily thrash anyone who got in his way. “Fuck you, Delirious,” He giggled.

Code names were often common around their friend group. Mainly because their tasks were incredibly illegal, as stealing tended to be. Delirious was a code name that the brother earned, it was for his “psychopathic laugh” but Ryan knew a different reason the name was given to him, it had something to do with his brother’s secret love life. Ryan didn't know how he got his nickname, but Ohm just suited him, yet whenever he asked anyone for a proper explanation, they just brushed him off and said, “You’ll know when you're older.”

Jonathan laughed and punched his brothers shoulder, “At least i know what my code name means,” He taunted, walking off without another word, leaving Ryan to whine and follow.

“As if it isn’t obvious! You and your boyfriend are ‘deliriously’ in love.” Ryan teased, jogging to his brother’s side. “You do know you can get executed for that, dude.” he said quietly, looking down.

Jonathan went silent, “As if, I’m the only one who knows what my boyfriend looks like, You don’t even know his name,” He chuckled, keeping his voice low as he started to walk again, heading down the empty street towards some abandoned buildings, the city was empty here, aside from the few thieves and tourists that were drawn to the mystery of the place, Ryan dreaded this part of their daily commute, he knew that getting through the public punishment was bad, but compared to the endless amount of climbing he had to do now was a pain in his ass.

The first part of the climb was to scale a building, the building had been half knocked down, so the bricks were sticking out, they definitely weren’t stable enough to climb, but it had to be done.

Or so they thought.

Just as they turned into the final alley before the climbing began, Jonathan tensed, he pushed Ryan back behind him as he stared at the tall Irishman in front of him, the man was wearing some thick armour, he was one of the kings knights, it was obvious because of the crown symbol above his heart on the chest plate, a loaded gun in his hand, however, the gun was doubled as a sword, it was sharp enough to pierce through someone completely, the gun aspect came into play for long distance fights.

“Well if it isn't me favourite commonplace thieves,” The knight spoke, his Irish accent thick as he spoke, making Jonathan visibly relax. “Oh thank fucking god, it’s just you,” Jonathan visibly relaxed, before hugging the taller man in a friendly gesture. “You had me scared for, half a second there, Daithi.” He laughed.

Daithi chuckled and precipitated the hug, rubbing the thief's back gently, before pulling away, “Ye should always be scared of me, especially since I got promoted,” He bragged.

“Really? That’s great! Good on you man!” Jonathan smiled brightly, pulling away, Ryan poked his head around the corner, just in time to watch Jonathan slip Daithi’s wallet into his pocket. “So whatcha doing here then?” He asked, trying to keep the kings-guard distracted.

Daithi smiled and waved at Ryan, “Oh, I’ve just gotta do some patrols,” He explained, “So. what are the thieves up to today?” he asked.

Jonathan grinned under his mask and pulled Daithi’s wallet out, “The usual.” Daithi gasped, his hands latched to his pockets, “What, Wha-?!” he squealed, snatching the wallet back and holding it to his chest, “Ye need to stop that!” he pouted, pocketing his wallet and folding his arms childishly.

Jonathan laughed and stuck his tongue out, “Maybe you should be more alert, Mr King's’ Knight,” He grinned, slipping past the knight and looking to his younger brother, “Come on, Ohm, we’ve got work to do,” He said calmly.

The knight rolled his eyes, “Be careful you two, I’m probably the only nice knight you’ll see for a while.” He warned as Ryan slipped past him, standing at his brother's side.

Jonathan smiled and nodded, “Yeah yeah, but we’ll be fine, it’s not like we’ve been doing this since our parents were alive.” Jon jokes, walking off and heading towards the beginning of the climb, Ryan went quiet at the mention of his parents, when he was born, the birth killed his mother, he didn’t really know much about his dad, other than he was incredibly quiet, maybe he was quiet to mourn his wife. Ryan didn’t know. Jon did, but never told him.

The two climbed in moderate silence, gripping the bricks of the large, demolished wall, he glanced up at his brother, watching the more flexible man scale the wall effortlessly, he climbed to the top and sat on the more stable part of the wall, accidentally kicking dust in his brothers face.

Ryan cringed at the dust and held back a sneeze, his mask was good at hiding his facial features, but not good at protecting him from dust or sand. “Thanks,” he muttered, holding onto the bricks tighter and turning to wipe his face on his shoulder, shaking his head for good measure, before continuing to climb up the wall.

Jonathan grinned at him, he looked around the surrounding area to make sure nobody was following him, when he was certain they were safe, he looked over to their location, which was a large warehouse covered by trees, he could already see some of his friends head into the building, some with their familiars, some with just their large shiny weapons and the occasional magician, flaunting off their magic to the bored thieves next to them, he smiled warmly, the thieves knew each other incredibly well, it was like a huge supportive family.

He looked back down at his brother and grabbed his wrist, pulling him the final way up, “We’re almost there, but we can take a break if you want,” He suggested, watching his brother wipe his hands on his hood.

Ryan shook his head, he grinned at Jon, “Why? Are you tired or something? Does my big brother need another nap?” he asked, he was secretly kinda tired, but he didn’t want to slow his brother down because of it.

Jonathan laughed, “As if, i used to have to do this with you on my back because you were scared of heights,” He teased, grabbing a rope from nearby and hooking it along a suspended hook, it was designed to make it easier for them to get back up and down the building to the warehouse.

The two finally made their way down the rope, Jonathan whined and complained about the slight burn in his non-gloved hands, Ryan simple laughed and flicked his older brother’s nose gently, before heading to the warehouse, more commonly referred to as “Zero.”

Just past a large fence, was Zero, Zero was absolutely packed with thieves, all ranging from different skill sets, some had incredible agility like Jonathan, while other could tank hits and deliver lethal blows that could often end a fight, Right there and then. Some thieves were incredibly rich, helping to keep Zero nice and stable with their wealth, which also gave shelter to the lower level thieves that didn't have anywhere to safely live. However Zero wasn’t just a thieves only haven, the place often had warriors and medics that struggled to find a stable job, magician's and abandoned hybrids were also welcomed with open arms. Zero was different since it had variety.

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I can’t seem to stop thinking about these losers, so here have some Tyrus headcanons.

- TJ is genuinely all bark, no bite. He’s actually really worried about being hurt so like, he keeps people at a distance. Cyrus changes this. Or, he helps TJ change this, at least.

- THEY CUDDLE CONSTANTLY. TJ is the little spoon. Fight me on this.

- Cyrus asks TJ out. I know it could be said that it’s the other way around but like.... no. TJ is a blushy smitten wreck when Cyrus is around and doesn’t want to seem too pushy (go figure.)

- They go to the movies for their first date!! Romcom where they’re both crying? Or horror where they both get super scared and cLING to each other (even though TJ denies being scared afterward)? Y’all decide.

- TJ learns Cyrus’ order at The Spoon in like.... two trips because he ALWAYS gets the same thing. He’s a creature of habit, it happens.

- We all know that Cyrus is constantly stealing his bf’s hoodies. They’re warm and are Too Big so obviously Cyrus thinks they’re perfect.

- Remember that scene from s1 when Buffy just... picked Cyrus up and carried him away like he weighed nothing? TJ does that. Constantly.

- Forehead kisses!!!! Nose kisses!!! Cheek kisses!!!!! These boys are Soft(TM) okay.

- TJ gets really anxious sometimes, but it translate more as Anger than anything else. It takes a little while for Cyrus to realize this, but it clicks eventually. He has to learn to keep his frustration in check, too, when this happens.

- TJ plays with Cyrus’ hair a lot. It’s just?? So soft????

- This translate into hair ruffling A Lot. Cyrus gets grumpy sometimes because he can’t do the same thing to TJ bc a) He’s Tall and b) his hair is always COATED in pomade.

- Sleepovers where they both end up falling asleep on the couch leaning against each other and wake up covered in a blanket Cyrus’ mom threw over them.

- Cyrus hates microwaved popcorn. Hate it. He will only eat popcorn if it’s popped on the stove or from the movie theater.

- Have y’all seen that picture of Luke wearing glasses yet? Yeah, TJ needs them but he hates wearing them. The first time he wears them to school (bc he lost a contact and didn’t have time to open another pack rip) Cyrus’ brain goes !!!!!!!!!!!! And he forgets to speak. It’s funny.

- TJ is So White, okay. This isn’t even up for discussion. He burns even just thinking about the sun.

- so someone did this headcanon more justice than I will but! Cyrus goes on an annual road trip with his dad and stepmom during the summer and the summer before freshman year they say he can bring someone along so!!! He brings TJ.

- That song “Seeing Blind” by Niall Horan???? 100000% Tyrus.

- School dances!!!! They match ties/shirts. It’s cute. Buffy knows it was 100% Cyrus’ idea.

- For Valentine’s Day, Cyrus doesn’t know what to get TJ, so he has Andi help him make something that has a lot of meaning behind it. TJ gets him one of those teddy bears that’s bigger than he is. (Cyrus REFUSES to let TJ carry it for him. He’s so proud of that bear.)

- This is getting really long so I’ll just leave you with this last one: TJ knows how to play piano, and guitar, and ukulele. Idk why. He just does. Cyrus Does Not cry when he serenades him over FaceTime one night, just because. (Okay, he sobs. Don’t tell anyone.)

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part 1

aka: the au where the Defenders are in highschool and juggling hero business and their own lives. (more stuff because I love this au fight me)

- Misty has four sisters, two older and two younger

The Knight sisters names are: Hyundaisha, Cami, Misty, Porschea, and Lexus.

Vladimir is the only one to realize. “Are you all named after cars?” Daisha “…ohmygod…” Misty “Well. If nothing else our parents are consistent.”

- Cornell Stokes runs the drug ring at school. He gets the athletes steroids. Band kids weed. He sells cocaine, Ritalin, and Oxycontin to anyone else.

Trish gets addicted to Ritalin. Ward gets addicted to Oxycontin. Jessica has a personal vendetta against Cottonmouth because he’s the one who brought the drugs into the school. He didn’t personally sell them to Trish but Jessica doesn’t care.

- Kilgrave is an asshole teacher who stalked, sexually, mentally, and emotionally abused Jessica her sophomore year. Dorothy didn’t take Jessica seriously when she told her what Kilgrave was doing to her but Trish believed her and wants to fight him. Consequently because Jessica believed no one would believe her, that they’d all brush her off just like Dorothy had, and she didn’t tell anyone other than Trish what happened, Kilgrave still works at the school. Jessica just tries to avoid going down the hall where his classroom is.

Eventually the other tiny heroes learn about what was done to her and Kilgrave gets an ass kicking. (good)

- Luke’s dad ends up leaving Luke and his mother Etta when Luke gets sent to juvi for the summer. 

Willis had been in juvi a few years before Luke and James wants nothing to do with either of his sons, his wife, or his secretary Dana. Stryker blames Luke for this of course.

- Danny is adopted at the young age of four and does not remember his biological parents and so is very surprised when his half Chinese parents tell him when he’s fourteen that he is adopted.

Danny, “I’m adopted guys!” Luke, “And…. you are just now being told this?” Danny, “Uh huh!” Jessica, “And this surprises you?” Danny, “Why wouldn’t it?!” Luke, “Your… Chinese parents… told you you’re adopted… I’m so sorry? This must be so hard for you.” Matt, “… I don’t get it. Why is this sounding all awkward?” Jessica, “Danny is white Matt.”

- All of the other tiny heroes don’t have younger siblings and so they all adore the hell out of Wendy.

Wendy, Danny’s younger sister, and Candace (Candy), Foggy’s younger sister, are in the same grade, same class, and best friends.

- Claire leaves first aid kids at the club house for them so that in the middle of the night they can bandage each other up and she can hopefully get a full night’s sleep without them climbing up her fire escape.

- When she and Elektra start dating and Elektra stays the night, Elektra will steal her scrub pants and wear them sometimes (even if she has to roll them up a little bit because Claire is two and a half inches taller than she is)

- Matt sleeps with Maya, Elektra, Claire, Karen, and Natasha even though she doesn’t go to the same school as them. When he sleeps with Karen he gives her Foggy’s number instead of his because he’s a horrible friend.

Foggy, “Why does Karen keep texting me about how great last night was?” Matt, “I slept with her.” Foggy, “Matthew.” Matt, “What?” Foggy, “Aren’t you Catholic?!” Matt, “Never said I was a good one. Also can we talk about how she thinks she’s texting me but I’m blind?”

- Mariah Dillard is a rep for the local college who comes to the high school for community service and to recruit kids for the university.

Shades is thirsty as hell for her and everyone but Cornell knows it.

- The tiny heroes all get their comic outfits and wear them. Matt and Danny love theirs. Jessica wants to gag. Luke says they all look like damn fools.

The idea of costumes and codenames comes up when after a week of crime fighting they keep yelling each other’s names. So Danny, “We need codenames.” Jessica, “Probably super suits. No capes.” Luke, “Agreed. No capes. They’re ridiculous. Matt, “I know a guy who can make us costumes.”

In the end they get rid of the suits. (”How is a chain as a belt functional?!” “Danny that collar is ridiculous.” “I look like a stripper.” “Matt… what the hell is with the devil horns?”) They go back to their jeans and hoodies and masks. But Danny so wears the tracksuit outfit. 

- Misty has been going to Colleen’s grandpa’s dojo since she was a kid and even though she and Colleen are two years apart, they’re the best of friends. They will fuck someone up if that someone hurts their bestie.

- Matt is a little snot to Maggie because he’s so sure she’s going to send him back to the orphanage.

She legally adopts him after he knows she’s his biological mother. She asks if he would be alright with her adopting him before he knows though.

- Elektra is adopted by a Greek family and skypes her older brother, Orestez, who is in college in Greece.

She was also trained by Stick for quite a few years until he sent her to Greece when she was 8. She and Orestez are fairly close. She speaks Khmer, English, and Greek. 

When she and Matt broke into a house their freshman year and her father came to pick her up and he asked her, “What the hell were you thinking?”  She says, in Greek, “I don’t speak English.” So he switches over to Greek. “What were you thinking, young lady?” She switches to English, “I don’t speak Greek.” “You’re speaking English now.” She switches to Khmer, “Well now what are you going to do?” He can’t understand her. “Okay. You are grounded.”

- Colleen is a quarter Chinese, a quarter Irish, and half Japanese. Her hair is shockingly surprisingly red. She dyes it brown because she doesn’t think she looks good with red hair.

- Ever seen pictures of Sebastian Stan’s twink phase? (I mean…) Yeah. That’s Matt’s fashion sense in this whole au.

- Anatoly is the most overprotective brother. Not even just to Vladimir but to the tiny heroes. Which confuses them because “Aren’t you supposed to be trying to kill us? And aren’t we supposed to be kicking your ass?” “I can’t. You’re children. All my brother’s age and I raised him. I can’t fight you idiots. GO THE FUCK HOME!”

- Fisk has adopted Maya Lopez and is raising her. 

She doesn’t know he’s the reason her father is dead and Fisk did not approve at all when she and Matt briefly dated.

- Anatoly is sassy as hell but Matt is still the sass master.

- Claire is the best at giving sutures in her whole class since she gets far too much practice on the tiny heroes.

- Elektra’s favorite game to play is the knife game. She likes to do it blindfolded and it scares everyone but she has so much fun.

- Elektra and Vladimir argue over which ESC song is the best but agree full heartedly that “Love Love Peace Peace deserved to win. We should have been able to vote for it. Also, where is my Love Love Peace Peace single? Come on now!”

- When Matt begins to really trust Maggie he invites Foggy over to his house.

“Wow. Everything must be going well.” “Huh?” “It’s just… you’ve never invited me over to a foster home of yours before. You know? This is the first time ever. Usually you want to come over to my house.”

and YIKES this got looong! Eventually I’ll one day write for this au because I love it so much.

#tiny hero au #defenders #matt murdock #daredevil #jessica jones #jewel #luke cage #power man #powerjewel #danny rand #iron fist #misty knight #ironknight #claire temple #night nurse #elektra natchios #elektra #ninja nurse #colleen wing #trish walker #hellcat #abuse tw #maggie murdock #sister maggie #I COULD LEGIT WRITE SO MUCH JUST FOR MAGGIE AND MATT FOR THIS OKAY #mattimir #the big ships in this tbh #jessica x luke #misty x danny #matt x vladimir