#EDIT: can you believe my dad was worried I wouldn’t like it? he’s so proud of how many notes this has

[forkdragon]

MY DAD MADE ME A THINKER CLOCK FOR CHRISTMAS AAAAAAAAA

#it even has a secret compartment!!! >:3c #EDIT: ​I tried adding alt text but idk if it’ll show up in the rbs. I didn’t expect this to get more than like 10 notes lmao #EDIT: can you believe my dad was worried I wouldn’t like it? he’s so proud of how many notes this has #ace attorney #aa #Katy mumbles

[jj-nhlgirly]

Summer of Love:- Insecurities

Jack Hughes x F!Reader

AN:- thank you for the request anon, I hope you enjoy!! I used google translate so I apologise if any of it isn’t 100% accurate 🫶🏼 ALSO I KNOW THAT JACK AND THE BOYS ARENT PART OF THE US TEAM ANYMORE BUT WE’RE ALL GONNA PRETEND THEY ARE 🙌🏼

TW:- mentions of toxic ex’s, hate comments and death threats, swearing, I believe that’s it if I’ve missed anything please let me know.

(Not my gif, credits to who made this)

It had been a few days since “shark week” as Jack so eloquently put it, had been and gone. Both Jack and Mackenzie glad it was over, as much as Jack loved Mackenzie there was only so much he could do when she’d burst into tears over seemingly nothing.

Mackenzie was relieved that she’d finished just before the world friendlies, Jack and the boys were due to leave in two days. The girls were unable to attend the first match as the Scooby gang were due to arrive at the lake house in 4 days time.

Mackenzie was sitting on the window sill in their bedroom looking over the lake thinking about Jack, how upset to be away from him she was going to be, but proud beyond belief at everything he had achieved. How incredibly lucky she was to have him in her life, to call him hers, sure Mackenzie had dated boys before Jack came along but no one had ever made her feel the way he did, in her mind there was no competition, no comparison, he was it for her.

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts, Mackenzie turned her head in time to see the door being pushed open, Skylar popped her head through. “Hey Bambi, can we talk?” Skylar asked slowly, walking into the room. “Hey Sky, course we can” Mackenzie patted the space next to her, “what’s up pickle?” Kenzie asked. “I want to say I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. The way I acted was so wrong of me and I don’t know what came over me. Well actually I think I do, I think I was worried that I was loosing you to Jack, that you’d forget about me like dad did. It’s no excuse for the things I said and I don’t think that about you at all. I’m so lucky to have you as a big sister, a best friend and a role model. Everything you’ve done for me, and continue to do for me is amazing. I’m so grateful to have someone like you in my life, to guide me, protect me, be there for me no matter what. I know that you’ll always be a phone call away, day and night no matter what time it is.” Skylar finished.

Mackenzie sighed, “it still hurt to hear that Sky, do you know how disrespected I felt? How disrespected Jack felt? I’ve always valued your opinion, you know that. You knew how worried and nervous I was for you to meet Jack, I wanted you to like him, to get along, because if you didn’t then I wouldn’t have carried on dating him. It’ll always be you, Kaylee and I against the world and nothing and I mean nothing will ever get between us because I won’t let it. Just because I’m dating Jack, doesn’t mean I'm gonna stop being your sister. I will always be there for you but I can’t and I won’t let you disrespect Jack like that, not after he’s been nothing but incredible to me, I love that boy to death and I won’t let you ruin that” Mackenzie said firmly. Skylar nodded, “I know Kenz, and I’ve already apologised to Jack.”

“It’s gonna take time for me to forgive and forget about it all, but we’ll get there, and as long as you and Jack will try to get along again hmm? Can’t have my sister and my future husband not getting along” Mackenzie teased. “Future husband? You two might as well be married now” Kaylee teased as she walked in. Kaylee walked up to the two girls, giving each of them a cuddle and a kiss on the head before dragging them both downstairs to the boys.

“Finally!” Mackie exclaimed, “oh please Mack, we weren’t even waiting that long” Ethan defended. “Waiting for what? Where’s Jack?” Mackenzie asked as she scanned the room not seeing him, “I’m right here babe” Jack walked in from the kitchen. Mackenzie bit her lip, damn he looked good today she thought.

“We were thinking about going out for the day, before we leave for worlds” Trevor explained. “Sounds fun, what did you guys have in mind?” Kaylee asked. “Erm well we could go bowling?” Luke suggested, “oh yeah! Or mini golfing?” Mark suggested, “or skating?” Mackie joined in, “Boys, boys” Jack said, gaining their attention, “as much as they all sound fun, you’re forgetting Kenz only has one arm” Jack laughed as he gestured to Mackenzie, who waved her good arm up.

“Which makes activities we can all do limited” Quinn added, “and as much as skating sounds fun, I’m not confident in my ability to skate with one arm, I’m not trying to break the other arm here boys” Mackenzie laughed, causing everyone to laugh as well.

“We could go to the beach?” Luca questioned, Jack looked at Mackenzie unsure, “I’ll be fine at the beach I just can’t go in further than my knees in the sea” Mackenzie reassured. After agreeing to the beach, everyone made their way upstairs to change into bathing suits and pack some beach supplies. Entering their bedroom, Jack headed to the closet as Kenzie sat on the bed.

“Jack?” Mackenzie called as she laid back on the bed, “mhm” Jack hummed in acknowledgment as he picked out some swim shorts, moving onto Kenzie’s side of the closet to pick out a bikini for her. “I love you” Mackenzie spoke lovingly, “I love you too” Jack repeated before walking back over to the bed, climbing on top of her.

“Mhm well hello” Mackenzie mumbled as Jack leaned down to kiss her, “mhm, don’t think I didn’t see the way you were looking at me downstairs” Jack mumbled against her lips. Mackenzie smiled before wrapping her arm around his neck pulling him closer, “not my fault you look so hot today” she mumbled back.

“Really?” Jack pulled away, before being pulled back in, Mackenzie heating up the kiss by sliding her tongue across his bottom lip. Jack parted his lips to allow her access, their tongues fighting against each other for dominance. Jack placed his hands on her waist slowly sliding them up her torso, as his lips made their way across Mackenzies face and down her neck, sucking on her sweet spot.

“Mmm Jack” Mackenzie moaned out, wrapping her legs around his hips to pull him closer to her, grinding against Jack’s crotch. “Jack please” Mackenzie whined as he pulled away, “we can’t right now baby, we need to get ready” Jack sighed. Mackenzie whined again as Jack climbed off her, starting to get changed. Kenzie sat up walking to the closet to pick out her bikini as Jack got distracted.

“You’re so mean, you know that Rowdy?” Mackenzie huffed as she began getting changed. Jack laughed as he pulled his swim shorts on, “how am I mean?” Jack laughed again as he saw her huff when she couldn’t tie her bikini bottoms, walking over to help. “You get me all going, and then you shut it down. AGAIN, you do it all the time” Mackenzie pouted, Jack sighed knowing something else must be going on.

“What’s up baby? What’s really going on?” Jack pulled her into a cuddle. Mackenzie relaxed instantly into his arms, “I’m just gonna miss you, and I don’t want you to forget about me” Mackenzie mumbled, Jack however couldn’t hear her, “what was that baby?” Jack pulled her face away from his chest but before she could repeat herself there was a knock on the door.

“Are you two ready? We could use Jack's help loading the car, some of the boys have gone to the store up the street for some snacks and drinks for everyone” Quinn spoke, Mackenzie sighed, “yeah that’s fine, Jack’s ready.”

Mackenzie turned away from Jack far quicker than normal and didn’t even give him a second look before walking into the bathroom. Jack furrowed his brows, a feeling of dread and guilt washing over him as he left to help his brother. Mackenzie’s actions seeming far too familiar for Jack. Quinn noticed the anxious look on Jack’s face as he left the bedroom. “You ok Rowdy?” Quinn asked, “yeah fine, what needs moving?” Jack asked as he made his way downstairs.

Meanwhile in the bathroom, Mackenzie was attempting to tie her hair up, and put on her bikini top, shouting for Kaylee to help her. “Well hey wifey” Kaylee smirked as she walked into the bathroom. “Hey” Mackenzie mumbled, Kaylee frowned as she tied Kenzie’s neck bikini strings up. “What’s up Kenny-bear?” Kaylee asked, moving onto the back strings, “Just worried about Jack” Mackenzie mumbled.

“Why, He’s fine isn’t he?” Kaylee asked confused, “yeah, yeah he’s fine. I mean I'm just worried about being away from him. The girls love him, that's no secret, and whilst our relationship is public that doesn’t mean some girls are gonna respect that, what if he forgets about me? Find someone better?” Mackenzie rambled.

“Girl… do you remember your name? Your birthday? Who am I?” Kaylee checked Mackenzie’s temperature. “Kay what are you doing?” Mackenzie swatted her hand away. “Oh so you haven’t been possessed or woken up with amnesia” Kaylee teased.

“What?” Mackenzie looked back at her confused, “if you think that boy is gonna forget about you, you’re stupid. Yes he gets a lot of online attention from the female fans but he doesn’t care what they have to say, or what they do to get his attention. And maybe if you weren’t so busy drooling over him everytime he walks into the room, you’d see how he’s looking at you and only you.” Kaylee finished as she tied the hair tie around Kenzie’s hair.

“It’s not Jack I’m worried about, it’s the fan girls. You know what it was like when we became public, it was a wild time in the comments. The hate comments, the death threats, the threatening to harm you and the Scooby gang, what if for some of them it’s not a threat anymore. What if something happens at a game?” Mackenzie stresses as the girls head into the bedroom. Kenzie grabs her yellow beach bag laying it on the bed, as she reaches for two towels, suncream, her sunglasses, Jack’s sunglasses, Jack’s devils hat, and their Bluetooth speaker. After packing everything, Kenzie throws on an oversized T-shirt before they head downstairs to join half of the boys and Skylar.

Walking past the living, Mackenzie and Kaylee could hear Skylar talking on the phone. “Hey Mama... nein, Mackenzie geht es gut... sie ist oben... wir gehen bald an den Strand... Ich bin mir nicht sicher... Ich glaube, er geht in ein paar Tagen... Ich kann Kenzie holen, wenn du willst... Kaylee ist hier... nein Mama, Jack’s hat sich um uns gekümmert... ja Mama” Skylar paused. “Hey mom... no, Mackenzie is fine... she's upstairs... we're going to the beach soon... I'm not sure... I think he's leaving in a few days... I can get Kenzie if you want... Kaylee is here... no mom, Jack’s took care of us... yes mom”

“Does mom wanna talk to me?” Mackenzie asked as she walked into the living room. “Möchtest du mit Mackenzie sprechen? Ja, Sie ist hier” “would you like to talk to Mackenzie? Yes, She’s here” Skylar asked on the phone, "Ja Mama, ich liebe dich auch.” “Yes mom, I love you too” Skylar passed the phone to Mackenzie before walking with Kaylee outside.

“Hey Mama, Ist alles in Ordnung?” Mackenzie spoke to her mom. “Hey mom, is everything ok?” “Hey Schatz, alles ist in Ordnung. Ich vermisse nur meine Mädchen, wie geht es Kaylee” “hey honey, everything’s ok, I’m just missing my girls. How’s Kaylee?” Angie spoke.

“Ich vermisse dich auch, Mama. Kaylee geht es gut, sie ist draußen und hilft beim Laden des Autos” “I miss you too mom, Kaylee is fine she’s helping load the car” Mackenzie replied. “Gut, wie geht es Jack? Freut er sich auf Welten?” “Good, how's Jack? Is he looking forward to worlds?” Angie asked.

“Oh, er wird nicht aufhören, darüber zu reden, es ist wirklich süß” “Oh he won’t stop talking about it, it’s really sweet!” Mackenzie replied, looking over at Jack as he stood in the doorway. “ Mama, Jack ist hier, also muss ich gehen. Ich liebe dich und rufe dich später an”“Mom, Jack is here, so I have to go. I love you and will call you later”

Mackenzie informed her mom, “Ich liebe dich auch, Süße” “I love you too, sweetie” Angie replied before hanging up.

“Is everything ok?” Jack asked as he walked into the room. “Yeah everything’s fine, mom was just missing us. She’s not used to the house being so quiet” Mackenzie laughed. “I mean with us” Jack stated, grabbing Kenzie’s hands.

“Jack, baby we’re fine. What are you talking about?” Kenzie looked up at him confused. “Nothing doesn’t matter. Let’s head out before they send in Kaylee” Jack faked a scared look, “JACKSON ROWDEN HUGHES, MACKENZIE REESE HAVENER MOVE YOUR ASSES” Kaylee shouted from outside, causing the couple to burst out laughing before heading outside themselves. “THAT’S STILL NOT MY NAME, YOU KNOW THAT!” Jack shouted back.

Mackenzie walked out first, as Jack turned to lock the door. Quinn grabbed the beach bag off Mackenzie placing it in the trunk, before walking to the driver's door. Jack led Mackenzie over to his car, opening the front passenger seat for her. After climbing in and buckling up, Mackenzie turned to look at who was occupying the back seats. Ethan and Luca smiled at her, whilst Skylar was resting her head on Ethan’s shoulder playing with his fingers.

Mackenzie turned back to look at Jack as he backed out of the driveway, “so Jack how are you feeling about the friendlies?” Luca started up a conversation. “Yeah, it’ll be nice to see the boys again. I have a good feeling about them, our team this year is looking so promising! I’m getting to wear the C again which still feels weird” Jack spoke excitedly.

“Alright Jack calm down, it’s not even an official tournament” Skylar laughed out causing Luca and Ethan to chuckle. Mackenzie frowned when she saw the look on Jack’s face. “Well I’m still proud, no matter if it’s official or not” Mackenzie smiled hoping to reassure him.

Jack stayed quiet for the rest of the journey as the boys and Sky chatted amongst themselves. Mackenzie reached to grab his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, Jack glanced at her briefly before focusing on the road. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours Jacky?” Kenzie asked, looking worried.

“Nothin’” Jack replied, concentrating on the road. Mackenzie sighed, rubbing her thumb across his knuckles, “we both know that’s a lie bubs” Kenzie stated. Jack didn’t respond, instead he pulled the car into park before climbing out, pulling Kenzie’s door open for her as he walked to the trunk.

Mackenzie sat still for a second, furrowed brows as she looked out at the sand. “Kenz? You ok?” Ethan asked, leaning forward. Mackenzie jumped, before groaning, “uggghhhh fuck Ethan whyyyy.” “Shit I’m sorry, are you ok?” Ethan worried.

Mackenzie breathed heavily, gritting her teeth, “mhmm” she hummed out. Ethan looked over at her worriedly, glancing as she grabbed her ribs, “J-Jack!” Ethan shouted climbing out the back seat. “Jack’s not here, what’s wrong?” Skylar called back. “What?!” Mackenzie climbed out of the car, and began walking toward everyone else. She was confused, worried, Jack had been acting off, he was never off with her. Mackenzie was trying to think of anything that she’d done to upset him but came up empty.

“Hey sunshine” Kaylee hugged her but moved away quickly when she yelped, “kenz?” Kaylee questioned. “Ethan made me jump and I jolted my rib. I'll be fine” Kenzie smiled, “now where’s Jack?” She began to scan the group for him.

“Jack? I thought he was with you?” Kaylee began looking around confused. “He was but he disappeared, I’d figured he was here” Mackenzie spoke before catching a glimpse of the back of Jack's head, it seemed he was talking to Luke and Quinn.

“Hey Kay he’s over there” Mackenzie tapped her best friend to get her attention. Quinn looked in the girls direction, before saying something to Jack and Luke, causing the boys to turn to look at them. Mackenzie and Kaylee made their way over, Mackenzie leaning up to kiss Jack as they stood in front of them, Jack however turned his head so her lips landed on his cheek. Mackenzie flushed in embarrassment as Luke cleared his throat, Mackenzie stepped away and began heading further down the beach to help set up as Kaylee stayed back, giving Jack a look before following. Kaylee wrapped her arm around Kenzie when she caught up, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly.

“I dunno what his problem is, but he’s leaving in 2 days and I wanted to make the most of the time we have as I’m not gonna see him for 6 days” Mackenzie sighed. “I know babes, I know. He’s not said anything to me but maybe he’s just worried about the friendlies? It’s a big responsibility being captain we know that more than anyone” Kaylee replied kissing Kenzie on the head just before they reached the umich boys.

“Do you know what’ll cheer you up?” Kaylee smirked. “Wine?” Kenzie laughed, “no— well yes but I was gonna say an improv photoshoot but we can do both” Kaylee laughed. “Hmm ok you’ve sold me, which first Lady Johnson?” Kenzie spoke in an awful British accent, “hmm wine first Lady Havener, always wine first” Kaylee replied back carrying on the joke, both girls cackling as Kaylee reached into the cooler pulling out a bottle.

The girls moved just to the right of the boys, spreading out so everyone had a seat. Mackenzie glanced back at Jack, who looked worried but talking to Trevor. Mackenzie frowned at her boy, Jack wasn’t like this, he wasn’t a worrier and Mackenzie made a mental note to talk to him later about it.

Kaylee cracked open the wine, taking a swig out of the bottle before passing it to Kenzie. “And what wine have we got today Lady Johnson?” Kenzie asked, carrying on the joke, “well my dear, it’s a lovely vintage—20–15 bottle of Malbec made with the finest grapes, it has—- a sweet vanilla undertone— with a hint of citrus best— paired with rich red meats” Kaylee spoke, pausing at times as she read the label.

Kenzie shrugged and took a swig, “I can’t lie that slaps, where did we get this from?” Kenzie asked as she read the label. “I’m not sure, I think Quinn brought it” Kaylee replied, reaching to drink again. After passing the bottle back and forth as they talked mindlessly about anything and everything, they soon finished the bottle. Mackenzie laughed as Kaylee struggled to stand up in the soft sand, “oh that’s right, laugh it up. I’ll remember that!” Kaylee laughed along.

“Come on sexy you can do it!” Trevor shouted across the group, “oh fuck off Trev, now isn’t the time!” Kaylee huffed out sending Mackenzie into another laughing fit. Kaylee finally stood, reaching a hand out to help Mackenzie up.

“Aww you’re still gonna help me up even after I laughed at you?” Mackenzie pouted as Kaylee pulled her up “It’s in the contract babes” Kaylee winked. “Now it’s photoshoot timeeeeeee” Mackenzie shouted before walking off to find a good spot. “Well you heard the lady, we’ll be back” Kaylee promised the boys.

After laughing and posing for pictures the girls headed back to the group, Mackenzie walking over to Jack and Trevor. “Hey trev, mind if I borrow our boy for a sec?” Kenzie asked, “yeah course” Trevor stood, wiped down the sand from his shorts and left.

“Hey Jacky” Mackenzie sat down and leant her head against his shoulder. Jack sighed, “hey baby” he mumbled. “What’s going on with you bubs? And don’t say nothing” Mackenzie mumbled against his shoulder.

It was quiet for a few minutes as if Jack was trying to figure out what to say. “Jack, baby, if you don’t wanna talk to me about it or you’re not ready to, I understand. Just please don’t push me away, I wanna help” Mackenzie reassured him.

“It’s not that I don’t wanna tell you, I’m just worried that you’ll think the same as she did” Jack sighed out. Mackenzie furrowed her eyebrows, “she?” Kenzie questioned. “Holly” Jack hummed out, Mackenzie was even more confused, “who’s Holly? And what does she think? Well thought?” Mackenzie was beginning to panic.

“Holly was my ex-girlfriend, we broke up nearly a year before I met you. It wasn’t a good relationship at all, she’d belittle me about the most random shit, constantly trying to rile me up against my brothers. Comparing me to nearly everyone we knew, made me feel dumb for getting excited about things, even getting drafted. She told me it was pathetic how excited I was and I guess Skylar telling me to calm down about the friendlies kinda brought it all back” Jack explained, picking at the skin of his thumb, a nervous habit Kenzie had picked up on within the first few months of dating.

“Jack, why didn’t you tell me? I’m so sorry you went through that, you didn’t deserve that. No one deserves that, but hey you’re here. You’re better off without her, you wouldn’t have met me if you didn’t let go. Can I let you in on a little secret?” Mackenzie reassured him, Jack nodded.

“I love how excited you get over the little things, hearing you ramble about the things you love is one of my favourite things in the world. I love how passionate you are, I’m in awe of how talented you are, how humble you are, how truly incredible you are” Mackenzie praised, kissing his cheek.

Jack sighed, “what did I do to deserve you?” He thought aloud. “You were just yourself bubs, that’s all you ever need to be, I don’t care if we’re living in a cardboard box eating cold spaghetti o’s. I’ll still love you just as much as I do now. All I need is you and your love” Mackenzie spoke lovingly.

“You’ll always have my love angel, I still can’t believe you’re mine” Jack kissed her head, “you better believe it lover boy, and if you don’t… well I’ll just have to prove it to you later” Mackenzie teased.

“Now what do you say, are we gonna start this bbq before someone burns the beach down?” Kenzie laughed standing up, reaching an arm to help Jack up.

“Kenz?” Jack grabbed her arm, “hmm” Mackenzie hummed in response.

“I love you” Jack whispered, Mackenzie gave him a beaming smile, “I love you too.” She leant down to kiss him.

Walking back to the others, Jack seemed more relaxed, Trevor shot Mackenzie a knowing look before smiling at Jack. “Jack, can you please for the love of god help them with the grill?” Skylar pleaded. “Yeah, what do they need help with?” Jack walked over to them, “no you need to turn the ignition on” Jack sighed.

“Get you a man who can grill, am I right?” Kaylee teased Kenzie. “Hmm get you a man who can provide” Kenzie hummed back. “Is there anything he can’t do?” Kaylee jokes. “You don’t wanna know the answer to that” Mackenzie deadpanned, causing Skylar to fake gag, “didn’t need to hear that, thanks for the trauma.”

“Hey! Kaylee asked, don’t blame me!” Kenzie exclaimed, “and I regret it” Kaylee faked a disgusted look.

“Babe, can you pass us the hot dogs?” Jack looked over his shoulder at Kenzie. “Yeah, which cooler are they in?” Kenzie asked as she walked to them. “Erm, I think the orange one?” Trevor questioned. Kenzie reached into the cooler pulling out the hot dogs along with the burger as they’d no doubt want them as well before walking back over.

“Here you are babe, anything else” Kenzie asked, kissing Jack's cheek. “Nothing at the moment” Jack replied. Kaylee passed Jack a bottle of water, “looked like you needed one” she explained.

“Quinn do you wanna put some music on?” Skylar suggested as she passed him the speaker, connecting to it Quinn selected a random playlist before turning the volume up. Flowers started blasting from the speaker causing Jack and Mackenzie to shoot their heads up at each other before smiling, it was the first song Jack and Mackenzie ever danced to. “I’ll bring you flowers in the pouring raiiinnn” Kenzie sang, “living without yoouuu is driving me insane” Jack sang back smiling.

Kaylee smiled, remembering that night and how happy Mackenzie looked dancing away with Jack. Kaylee shook her head as Mackenzie started slowly dancing and singing to the music, before joining in. Soon everyone was dancing to the music, laughing and joking around, Jack smiled at them, dancing carefully as he was still grilling.

Jack started serving the food, grabbing a plastic plate to share with Kenzie before assembling their burgers with the toppings he knew she liked. “Here you are my love, one cheeseburger with extra pickles, ketchup, mustard” Jack listed before pulling her into his lap as he sat on the sand. “Mhm looks delicious babe, thank you” Kenzie held her wine up, “cheers to our favourite grill master Jack.”

Kaylee clinked her bottle against the empty one Kenzie was holding, before taking a swig after Kenzie. “How many bottles have you two had?” Trevor questioned, “this is bottle number two, which is pretty tame for us” Kaylee responded winking at Kenzie.

“Hmm thanksgiving was a tragedy” Skylar butted in from her seat in Ethan’s lap, “what happened on thanksgiving?” Mackie asked. “What happened? Oh I’ll tell you what happened, these two thought it would be a good idea to drink the entirety of the wine collection in Kaylee’s dads shed, eat the whole pumpkin pie and then ride around the neighbourhood on Frasers electric scooter shouting my happiness is chronic but my ass is Iconic and beyoncè is my mom” Skylar listed, Kaylee and Kenzie looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

“It was the night before thanksgiving actually, severely hungover and many breakdowns later we made a new pie” Kaylee defended. “Please tell me you have videos” Jack pleaded, “hmm I have a whole album dedicated to their shenanigans” Skylar smirked.

“No!” Kenzie exclaimed in horror, “not Kaylee’s birthday!” “Oh especially Kaylee’s birthday” Skylar smirked.

“You weren’t even there!! How do you have videos?!” Kaylee exclaimed in protest, “I have my sources, plus it was all over your socials” Skylar explained, “ok but Mackenzie rode that bull like no other, like babe I was mesmerised” Kaylee praised, “not the only thing I’m good at riding” Kenzie laughed.

“Really Kenzie?” Luke asked, looking disturbed. “Mhm” Kenzie winked at Jack who laughed.

After cleaning up the food and utensils, everyone decided to dip in the ocean, Mackenzie standing just so the water would hit her knees, Jack standing behind, wrapping his arms around her.

The couple laughed as Kaylee and Skylar had a chicken fight with the help of Ethan and Trevor. Mackenzie sighed in content watching everyone have fun, “life would be so dull without them huh?” Jack hummed out, “you wait till they meet the Scooby gang” Mackenzie laughed. “Oh god yeah, you lot are on another level” Jack chuckled.

“It’s crackhead energy at it’s finest” Mackenzie replied, “you’re the calm in the storm around them, you keep us balanced” Mackenzie added, “someone’s gotta make sure you lot don’t get arrested for something dumb” Jack laughed.

“Hmm but you love it” Mackenzie smiled, “I do, I really do” Jack said as he leaned down to kiss her.

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Kenzie.Havener a lil wine and an improv photoshoot never hurt nobody 🥲💓

📸 :- @Kay.Johnson

jackhughes beautiful ❤️

Kenzie.Havener I love you ❤️

jackhughes I love you ❤️

Kay.Johnson damnn am i a good photographer or what? 👀😜

Kenzie.Havener THE best 🙌🏼 silent appreciation for photography classes junior year 😌

Kay.Johnson 😔🤫

trevorzegras I wondered where the wine went 🤔

jackhughes no you didn’t, we all knew where it went 😏😂

Skylar.Grace ✨thanksgiving✨

Kenzie.Havener BLOCKED 🚫

Frey.Lodge not the thanksgiving slander 😩😂

Olivia.Autumn we don’t talk about it 👀

Chase.Lukas it never happened 👀💀

Jaden_Roman it was a figment of our imaginations 👀

Maddy.Elizabeth I was there and it was a wild time 😩😏 wasn’t it pumpkin? 😉

Kay.Johnson ok now that was uncalled for 😩😂

jackhughes HOW do you all know about it? 😒

Cody_Griffin it. Was. All. Over. The. Groupchat 🙌🏼😔

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Kay.Johnson shoutout to trevorzegras for taking fake couple pics with me, thanks homie 🙌🏽🫶🏽

Special throwback to ✨thanksgiving✨

tagged:- trevorzegras

Kenzie.Havener for anyone wondering the second picture is our reaction to finding Frasers wine stash 😏😜

jackhughes I-I- I’m speechless 😶

trevorzegras is the first picture what I think it is? 😩👀

Kay.Johnson it is indeed 😏

_quinnhughes it’s giving a cry for help 💀

Frey.Lodge Idk how many more cries for help they can give 😩

Maddy.Elizabeth Kaylee’s birthday is the biggest one for me 😩🙌🏼

Kenzie.Havener i rode that bull like a damn pro, get in line 💅🏼

Jaden.Roman I’m still speechless at that, the ✨talent✨

Cody_Griffin it was ✨absolute perfection✨

Preston.Thomas the best mechanical bull rider in the west 💅🏾🫶🏾

trevorzegras do i get boyfriend points for the couple pics? 🥹

Kay.Johnson better you get a gold star ⭐️ and some 2 day old popcorn ☺️

trevorzegras better than nothing I suppose 😒

Kay.Johnson i can take the gold star back 🤨

trevorzegras no! No I’m sorry 😨

Kay.Johnson mhm that’s what I thought 😏

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes #quinn hughes #umich hockey #ethan edwards x reader #summer of love #summer of love master list #Spotify

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The Light in my Nightmares, T, Epilogue

A/N: Another story has come to its end. To be honest, this still makes me a little confused that I really can write long fics and give them an end. I mean there are so many stories in the past that I have started but never ended.

The only “bad thing” I have realized with long fics is the fact that you have too much time to get attached to them. I mean I’m working so much for them, but when comes the time to start to work on another fic, I feel like I can’t concentrate on the new one because I’m still somehow locked into the old one ^^’

And the other “problem” is that it kind of makes me sad to end them ^^’ I mean I’m happy that this comes to its end and I can start work and publish other fics that I got in my mind, but it still feels like it’s hard to believe that I’m not editing this fic anymore, there is no new chapter on next week…

But I’m happy that this story ends now. And I’m very happy that you have shown interest in this fic! I hope this was what was hoped for and I hope you have enjoyed this ❤

Prologue ~ Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~ Chapter 10 ~ Chapter 11 ~ Chapter 12 ~ Chapter 13 ~ Chapter 14 ~ Chapter 15 ~ Chapter 16

Epilogue

~ Five years later ~

Mom. Dad. I… I really wish you would be here now. Hah, never thought I would say this out loud or feel like this after we took her down, but today, I… I really hope you would be coming home. I hope you would be somewhere, maybe waiting for an airplane landing or maybe you would be driving back home.

I… I wish you could see me now. I wish you could come home and see how I’m doing or how I have moved forward in my life. I wonder… would you be proud of me? Ran said that you would be.

Yeah, I wish I would have met her much earlier than I did. Well, part of me is happy that I haven’t because I’m afraid I would have lost her like I lost you and… many others. But at the same time, I… I really love her. She is everything, and I wish you would have met her. I wonder if you would have liked her. Well, of course, you would have. I feel like everyone loves her. Makes me pretty jealous when others look after her.

I still feel like she deserves much more. Yet, she always comes back to me. Every time she sees that I’m jealous, she just smiles at me, tell me that I’m all she wants and kisses me. And sometimes I even feel like she is a little jealous of me. Can you believe it? Though, maybe I just think too much, but sometimes she gets mad and I don’t understand why, but… I think that happens when some other woman is talking to me. Still don't get it, but when I asked about it, she didn’t admit anything. Hah, she is kind of cute when she is pouting, but I don’t like to make her mad. She can be like a storm when she is angry.

I also hate to see her sad or worried. Makes me feel powerless because I don’t know what to say or do to make her feel better. But she always says that it’s enough that I’m with her.

I’m also kind of confused that she wanted to marry me, but I’m happy. She makes me so happy.

Shinichi looked on the ground for a moment before turning to look at the safety seat which was beside him. In there was sleeping only a week and a half old little girl. She was a beautiful miracle, something that Shinichi hadn’t believed to have some years ago, after… But now, he had a family. A wife and a little daughter.

He was happy, he really was, but… He felt a little sadness and jealousy since today was the day when their friends and Ran’s parents were coming to meet their little princess for the first time. It wasn’t like he didn’t come along with Ran’s parents. It had been a little rocky beginning since somehow Ran’s father kept Ran still a little daughter who shouldn’t date anyone, and… well, her mother was more likely preconceived towards him, but after all, they had warmed to him.

But the realization that his parents wouldn’t be there, seeing their little miracle, had hit him too hard last night. They wouldn’t be there.

“I… I really wish you would be there to see her too”, Shinichi said silently and touched the baby’s cheek carefully. The baby didn’t mind, just continued her silent sleeping. “See her and get to know her and… be grandparents. Like you probably wanted to be. Who you… deserved to be.”

He heard footsteps. They came closer. He let the baby be and raised his head. Ran walked slowly towards them, smiling like always. He could see from her face that she was a little bit tired, but it wasn’t a surprise since she was the one who had given the birth, and in the end, their weekdays with the baby had taken so much more energy than he had thought. But it was worth it. And like other parents had told them many times, it would be over soon.

“I took those flowers to the trashcan”, she said when she stopped. Shinichi nodded before standing up. They could have taken them when they would have left, but Shinichi believed that Ran just wanted to give him a little moment to be alone. She was an awesome woman like that. She was always so understanding, and sometimes it felt like she read him like an open book.

“Thanks”, he said and straightened his arm. She came closer, clued beside his side, and wrapped her arms around him. He let his cheek rest against her head and looked at the grave, staring at his parents’ names.

“I miss them.”

“I know”, Ran answered, tightening her hug a little. “But I think they would be very proud of you.”

He hummed as an answer. And he believed it. Well, he still regretted some things and wished they would have gone differently, but he had accepted them. He had made peace with the past, and most thanks of it belonged to Ran. She had been there when he had needed her. She had supported him with his dreams and job even though she sometimes was worried and reminded him how dangerous it would be to be a detective. She got worried easily, and Shinichi kind of hated to be a reason for it, but she never told him to stop. She was the light who had driven his nightmares away, the reason why he didn’t have them much anymore. Hallucinations and sudden attacks were only memories, and nightmares he got very rarely anymore.

He felt like he was free. He had let go of the past and moved forward. And she had been there, as she promised.

Now his life seemed so much better.

“I wonder if they would have liked me.”

Shinichi raised his eyebrows even though he knew that she wouldn’t see it. “What?” he asked and let out a little laugh. “They would have loved you.”

She pressed herself closer even though it was impossible. “Are you sure?”

“I am”, he answered and smiled, tightening his arm around her. “I can feel it.”

“You?” she asked and moved a little away from him. Shinichi turned to look at her and saw doubtfully smile on her face. “Feeling things like that?”

“Yeah”, he answered with a proud smile.

Ran rolled her eyes. “And you always tease me when I say things like that!”

He let out a laugh. “Well, you are who you hang out with.”

She rolled her eyes again and looked away. Shinichi bent a little, took his face close to hers, searched her lips, and closed his eyes. “I love you”, he whispered and before she had time to answer, he pressed his lips against hers.

The kiss was gentle, loving. Sending all the feelings to each other, that happiness they felt…

Ran opened her eyes when she felt Shinichi back off from the kiss. She looked at those beautiful blue eyes which looked much healthier, brighter, and purified, and the smile… She loved to see his real smile. The man he had met almost six years ago, had been only a shadow of him.

He had gone a long way to become the man he was right now, and Ran was proud of him. She was happy that many years ago, she went to that room and was stubborn enough to be his friend. And she was happy that he had started to move on back then.

But she would have never could guess back then how much she would love that man.

“We should probably head back”, Shinichi spoke, and Ran felt how his hand stroked her back gently. “Isn’t our guests arriving at an hour?”

“If you are ready?” Ran answered.

Blue eyes left her gaze, looking at the grave. There was a hint of sadness before he lowered his head and sighed.

“Yeah”, he answered and met her gaze, showing her a little smile. “I’m ready.”

Ran nodded and observed how Shinichi turned and bent a little to grab the baby’s safety seat’s handle and lifted it. Ran turned to look at the gravestone. In front of it were red and pink carnations, meaning love and missing. She looked at the dates and finally their names: Kudo Yusaku and Yukiko.

I really wish you could see your son right now, she thought, hoping they would hear it. He has come a long way, but he is fine. I looked after him, as I promised. And I’m going to do it in the future. I’m doing my best…

“Ran?”

She turned to look at him. He had turned halfway to look at her with a puzzling look. “Are you coming, or…?”

“I’m coming”, she answered with a smile. She glanced at the grave for the last time, sending her last thoughts to them before turning and going to him, grabbing the handle of the safety seat to carry it with him.

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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Part XXVI: Giving Grief

Author’s Notes: This is the first chapter I’ve posted in months (literally since April). I don’t know if this is a full comeback. I have a few chapters in the drafts that need to be edited and formatted for posting but after that, I still plan on continuing the series bc my plan was always have a long fic. With no new content after part II of the game was released, my interest in the fandom waned but was always there. Now with HBO creating a show based off the game, as well as me being apart of the Pedro Pascal fandom, I think I will soon become more consistent in posting as new content gets released. I will say that at least half of what appeals to me for Joel is Troy Baker’s voice and while I love Pedro’s voice too, I know it won’t be the same. I still think Pedro will do the voice justice bc he can do a damn fine country accent as seen in the movie Prospect on Netflix. If you’re a fan of his and have Netflix, please go watch it!

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Summary: You and Joel reconcile and bond over Ellie and Sarah. 

Ship: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Joel waited for you to come home. He paced back and forth in the kitchen switching from holding the card and setting it down on the counter. He was eager to talk to you about this new revelation partly because he was nervous to have the other conversation with you. After a while of calming his nerves down, you still hadn’t come home. The sun had set an hour ago and Joel was ready to throw on his boots and go looking for you. 

Just as he laced them up, the front door opened. You walked in and immediately stopped because his body blocked you from walking in the house further. 

“Going somewhere?” You asked as you slid past him. He was a grown man and could do what he wanted, but the thought of him leaving to go do other things before the issue between you was resolved upset you. 

He reached back down to unlace his boots. “Not anymore. I was ‘bout to head out and find you.”

“Why?” You asked dryly.

“I’d been waiting on you to come home for a couple of hours. We gotta talk.”

“You’re right, we do. I was helping Wendy walk the kids home from the daycare; that’s what held me up. I’m here now, though.” You leaned against the back of the couch and crossed your arms. The stance you took reminded you of what Joel would do.

He walked into the kitchen and came back. “Kiddo made this for us.”

You took it in your hands. “When did she have time to make this?” He shrugged. Your fingers brushed across the drawing of the hat before finally opening it. “Oh my God.” She looked at you for a split second before looking back down at her signature. “Her name has been ‘Ellie’ the whole time.”

“I know.” He commented. 

“She never said anything. All of us have asked her.”

“Technically, she still hasn’t spoken her name, but I guess she wasn’t ready for that.”

“She wasn’t ready to let anybody in.” You said. He nodded in agreement.

“Until now.” He walked up to you and pointed to her name on the card. “She’s doing so good, this Ellie. I can only try to imagine the horrors that she’s seen out in the world before she came to Jackson, but whatever happened out there, it led her to us. I’m...It’s just nice to see her opening up to this place.”

You understood what he was trying to say. “Yeah, I’m proud of her too.” You walked past him and into the kitchen to hang the card on the refrigerator. Joel followed. This time, his arms were crossed.

“(Y/N), I meant it when I said I was sorry back there. I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

“If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it.” You rebutted.

“I was upset with you because I expected you to react the same as me when Ellie climbed up that T-Rex, but I don’t want a carbon copy of myself. I love you and want to have a family with you because you are wise beyond your years, confident even if you don’t always think so, responsible even for things that aren’t your responsibility and most importantly, you’re level headedness. Where I have a tendency to lose my cool in certain situations, you are guided by this calm...patient sense of will that I envy.” He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, giving you the opportunity to say something. Seeing that you were still soaking in his words, he continued. “You’ll be a great mother. I saw it in the gentle way you juggled all those kids at the daycare. I saw it in the way you took care of Ellie the first day she came here. You’ll see though, if it’s meant for us to have a baby, how difficult it is to stop worrying. It didn’t stop when Sarah....even when I tried to push those feelings away. It doesn’t stop. I know she’s not her, but it’s hard for me to just stand by and watch her do something that could hurt her.”

“I wasn’t standing by, or at least that wasn’t my intention. I wanted to give her space. She’s so delicate, or maybe that’s my problem. I shouldn’t treat her like she’s some glass figurine. I just wanted her to grow comfortable with us by trusting her. Believe me, it wasn’t easy for me to do when there was nothing personally for me to go off of, but then I thought, she’s lived out there for God knows how long by herself. She’s not only seen things but has been able to survive things. It’s hard to see how clever someone is when they won’t let you in, but I knew she had to be to have made it this far. I get it though. I’ve never been a parent. I can only sympathize with your worries. I can not empathize with you until I’ve been where you have. I’m sorry too. I could have found a way to give her space without allowing her to be in such a dangerous spot. You must be disappointed in me.”

He moved up to you and placed his hands on your shoulder. “I’m not. Look at me. I’m not disappointed in you. She was both of our responsibilities earlier.” He brought you into a tight hug. “You’re right, she is smart. She felt comfortable enough to show a side of herself that no one else has seen. You know why? ‘Cause she felt safe around us. Despite the grief she put me through, it was nice to see her so happy.”

“I know it was, wasn’t it? I can’t believe she jumped though! I didn’t think she’d go that far.”

“At the end of the day, kids will be kids. It’s not an excuse to slack off on raising ‘em, but there's just a certain wild and carefree nature that every kid has. It’s instilled in their DNA or somethin’ and then it fades away as they get older, about the time their back starts to ache.” Joel chuckled as he explained. He kissed the top of your head before pulling away to get a good look at you. He made a face as if to ask if you were ok. You nodded. He took your hand and pulled you into the living room. You sat down next to him. “She reminds me of Sarah sometimes. Ellie’s about the same age as her. She ran me through the ringer, raising that one.” He chuckled at the memories. “I wouldn’t trade it in for the world, being her dad, but you shoulda seen the amount of grief she put me through. Especially being a single parent.” He wiped his hand across his face, letting it linger along the length of his neck. “One time, she snuck off to some skate park when I told her no. She was in this skateboarding phase. I bought her a customized skateboard for her birthday and she would practice using it up and down the driveway. She had barely learned that little flippy trick when she asked me to take her to the skate park. I told her no because it looked like it was for experienced skaters. I wanted her to practice more first. To say the least, she was mad at me. She told me she was staying after school for the science club, but she really went to the skate park with some friends. By the time I figured out where she was, I found her lying in the grass, holding her arm in pain. Turned out she had a hairline fracture in her...radius?” He pointed to the bone on his arm. You nodded that it was in fact called radius. “I grounded her for lying to me, but sometimes I wonder if I should have taken her to the park. I mean I’m no expert on skateboarding, but at least I could have been there to supervise; make sure she wasn’t on one of those tough looking ramps.”

“Did you ever take her skateboarding after she healed up?”

“After the cast came off, she switched interests to soccer. I installed a shelf on one of her walls to hang the skateboard on. Better that than being stuffed under her bed. Soccer was her life though. She made new friends from the team, won titles, learned tricks with the ball. Me and Tommy were regulars at her games. I was...am proud of her.”

You smiled as you envisioned his memories. “Did she give you grief with that as well?”

He nodded in an exaggerated way. “Oh yeah, but I’m sure I used to give her grief too.” You lifted your eyebrows with desire for him to elaborate. “I may or may not have argued with the coach and ref on a few occasions regarding plays.”

“You never dated any of the soccer moms?” You teased.

He scoffed. “Most of them were married and the ones who weren’t, I sent Tommy’s way instead. He wasn’t mad at it.” The two of you chuckled. “I did flirt with a few, married or not, so I could get my hands on some of their homemade baked goods.”

“I was under the assumption that soccer moms made food for everyone.”

“They did, but I still wanted a few more cupcakes for the ride home.” He admitted as you laughed. “Listen, I had a busy life. I didn’t have much time to hone my baking skills, so it was nice to be able to have homemade cakes and cookies for a change.

“Well, if you wanted cookies, that’s all you had to say! I can show you how to bake right now.”

“It’s late.” He reasoned.

“It’s never too late to feed your sweet tooth.” You rebutted as you pulled him back into the kitchen.

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[autumn-writes]

can i request a fluff alphabet with izuru

sure thing! i don't really know how to write for izuru yet, but this will be good practice!

Izuru Kamukura Fluff Alphabet!

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

- Izuru thinks you're lovely inside and out, so to put it simple, he loves everything about you. You were able to make him feel love, and he loves you for that.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

- Your hair! He likes nuzzling his face in it when he's spooning you.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

- He'd most likely hold you in his arms and push you to his chest. So spooning, basically. But if you want to hold him, he doesn't object.

D = Dreams - (how do they picture their future with their s/o?)

- Honestly, he probably wouldn't really think of it much, but he'd like to get married. Though he doesn't see the point in them, to be able to call you his wife makes his chest flutter ♡

E = Everything (you are my ____ e.g. my life, my world)

- "You are my sunshine."

F = Family (do they want one? if they do, when?)

- He wouldn't mind having one. He can take care of them easily because he's sort of like the Ultimate Dad and Child Caregiver in a way with his "possess every talent" thing. And plus, a family with you doesn't sound so bad in his head, so he's not opposed to the idea.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? what are their habits when it comes to this?)

- He's more of an actions speak louder than words type of guy, so you can bet that most times he'd make the gifts instead of buying them. He wouldn't have any difficulty doing so anyways.

- Though Izuru doesn't think much of the gifts, whenever he sees you smile because of something he gave you makes him want to make more.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

- He likes holding hands! It's the first form of affection that he's learnt from you and gotten used to. The way your hands fit perfectly into each other's just feels so right.

I = Inspiration - (did you change them somehow, or the other way around?)

- He is able to show more emotion because of you! He's a lot more open and is a bit more empathetic now!

J = Jealousy - (do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?)

- It would take a lot for Izuru to get jealous. The few times he DOES get jealous, it's mostly because someone tries pulling some moves on you and you're genuinely oblivious. When those happen, he just pulls you away and tells you bluntly that he was starting to get jealous.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

- He's not used to kisses yet, but he does like giving you hand kisses. He thinks they're sweet and the blush that appears on your face when he does it makes him love doing then even more.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

- He's not the most affectionate, nor is he the best when it comes to words, but he shows you he loves you through simple gestures. May it be cooking for you, giving gifts, or even cleaning.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

- His favorite memories consist of him holding you as you try to show him how affectionate gestures work. Those moments are ones where he feels extra fluttery around you ♡

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

- His worst fear is you leaving him due to him not giving a lot of affection and not telling you he loves you enough.

O = On Cloud Nine (what are they like when they are in love? is it obvious for others? how do they express their feelings?)

- It's not obvious when he likes someone. If people found out you were dating Izuru they'd most likely be like "Wait what Izuru liked you??"

- When he's in love, he shows a lot more concern and worry towards you. He also mentions your name a lot and compliments you instead of calling you boring.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

- My Love and Sunshine.

- My love because he loves you! Sunshine is because you're the shining ray of light in his once dark and gloomy life.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

- Reading a book with you by his side. Though he'd get bored of the book after a while, already being able to tell what kind of outcome the book is going to have, having you there with him being invested in the words inked onto the papers makes him feel motivated to continue reading.

R = Romance (how romantic are they? what would they do to make their s/o happy? cliché or rather creative?)

- He's not the most romantic, but that doesn't mean he isn't romantic at all!

- He can be both cliché and creative. It depends on what he thinks you might like.

S = Support - (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? do they believe in them??

- He's not the most vocal when it comes to voicing his support, but he'd help you achieve your goals! The... Happiness? He's not sure, but the happy feeling in his chest whenever you achieve something that you've been hoping to achieve for a long time is something that he could never get tired of.

- Of course he believes in you! Besides, he'd do anything to help you reach your goals, so he believes you'll accomplish them.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

- A very long time. Izuru isn't an easy person to read, and he also didn't really think much of confessing as he was not sure what feeling he felt whenever you were around. It took some time for him to realize it was love.

U = Understanding - (how good do they know their partner? are they empathetic?)

- He can read you like an open book. That's how well Izuru knows you.

- He's sort of like, an Ultimate Therapist in a way, so he can show some empathy. He's not the best at showing them, but for you, he'll try.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)

- Izuru doesn't see the point in showing you off. I mean, the important thing is that people know you two are dating, right? There's no need to show off.

W = Wild Card - (a random fluff headcanon.)

- Though he acts like he's annoyed by it, Izuru really likes it when you play with his hair.

X = XOXO - (are they very affectionate? do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

- He's not very affectionate, but he is not opposed to giving and receiving affection. Though if he received affection he might not really know what to do at first. It would take a while for him to get used to it.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

- Has your proposal planned down to a T. He'll bring you to a restaurant and propose there. Then after that, he'd take you for a stroll and just enjoy his time with you.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

- Having you there with him calms him. He doesn't know why but your presence is... Soothing. He doesn't want to let you go.

here you go, anon! i hope you enjoyed this. do forgive me if there are any errors in grammar or spelling in this. i'm sort of trying to rush things atm. but not to worry! i'll be editing this later!

stay safe and healthy! don't overwork yourself, eat your meals, and stay hydrated!!

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[amintyworld]

Goodbye - (SBI Inc.) World War II AU

A/N: Hey guys! So... this is actually part of a bunch of fics I was making for some of my mutuals, and at first, I wanted to post them together, but I soon realized with my own creativity and motivation, not to mention constant burnout, it was more just wishful thinking.

This fic is a gift for my friend and mutual, Cam (@bones-sprouts)! They're an awesome person for me to rant to about AUs or other fic ideas, so if you can check out their awesome blog and give a follow if you'd like. I hope you enjoy it because I'm actually really proud of how this turned out! <3 - Minty

Edit: Forgot Taglist.

Summary: Phil works in the coal factories, his wife Kristen with the sewing machines. No matter how hard they work, there never seems to be enough money. What will happen when a World War rises on the horizon?

TW: Bomb mention, Implied death mention, injury (No blood or gore tho). (Let me know if I need to tag anything else!)

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Phil remembered when it was all just rumors. After all, one couldn’t help but get bored within the tedious factory jobs. Hauling coal from one place to another, scooping it into the fireplaces - minds always began to drift. Gossip was whispered with bated breath under watchful eyes. Phil had heard it all - some true, most of them, however... complete fibs. He guessed that’s why he didn’t believe it at first when there were talks of war. There were always talks of war, but after the World War a while back, Phil thought it was stupid anyone would dare try to repeat it. The leaders were smarter than that, he thought to himself.

Besides, he had other things to worry about. Wilbur needed a new winter coat for the season. He’d been going through another growth spurt over the summer and had, unfortunately, outgrew his one from last year. They’d been saving to buy a new one, and his old one was given to his younger brother, Tommy. Funnily enough, the coat was extremely big and baggy on the ten-year-old, so much so he kept tripping and falling to the floor. Kristen kept pinning it up, though it never seemed to help much. He remembered one night telling Wilbur with a chuckle he was getting too tall and Tommy was getting too small. Tommy had grumbled angrily in a way only small children could do, puffing his chest out and proclaiming himself a ‘big man’. Kristen had smiled and laughed throughout it all, and when Tommy yawned she picked him up and carried him off to bed.

Money was always a tight issue, but Phil had the wisdom never to bring it up in front of his sons. Instead, he talked about stories of adventure-seeking pirates or brave warriors in hushed tones at night when the roof began to leak and they huddled together in thin blankets during the winter. Phil’s heart always swelled when Tommy’s eyes would light up in curiosity at the stories, at another world full of hope and things that Phil could only wish to provide them. One day, he promised himself, one day he would give them everything they deserved. Everything they’d wished for upon stars or whispered to themselves at night when they thought no one was listening. One day.

Phil remembered once when Wilbur was not much older than Tommy, he’d asked him if he could work with him in the factories. They had barely been able to afford the school fee that year, and Wilbur had started school a month behind his classmates because of it. When Phil had quickly tried to dismiss the idea Wilbur’s mouth had pressed in a thin line.

‘I can do it, Dad. Let me do it. I want to help.’

Phil’s hand had absentmindedly moved to trace around the scar in his calloused palm. When he first started, the manager put him near the machines, with the task to flip the lever and run them when the ribbon was on target. He flipped the switch before realizing it wasn’t on target, and when he moved the ribbon - the machine was merciless. He’d thought about Wil doing that, the machines, hauling pounds of coal up a hill, and he realized that he’d rather die working in the factories than accept the help. The money wouldn’t be worth it, the money would never be worth his life. Never in a million years.

No matter what, he’d always protect them. That was never a question on Phil’s mind.

When the orders came there was never any doubt about what he needed to do. There was never any hesitation. They needed to be safe. They needed to survive. When he told Kristen he held back tears, but his wife knew him better than anyone, cutting him off with a small loving embrace. Emotion welled up in Phil’s throat as he returned the hug, and the two stood in their cramped dining room like that for a while, the opened letter left scattered on the stained wooden table. Phil’s gaze drifted toward the couch where the two boys lay sprawled on top of each other, covered by a single blanket, asleep. For a moment, just a moment, Phil wanted to keep them like that forever - blissfully in that perfect moment of peace. But, Phil couldn’t do anything. A war was coming.

“We’ll get through this together.” Kristen had promised him. Phil hoped she was right.

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The train howled in the distance. Millions of families rushed to and fro on the platform, volunteers and teachers hoisted the smaller children into the train. Conductors shouted, and the entire train platform was bathed in a large gust of steam. In the middle of all the chaos stood Phil, Kristen, and their two children.

“Okay boys, let’s go through this one more time,” Phil said, getting down more on their level, and trying his best to maintain a smile. “When you get on the train, stay in your seats. Make sure not to lose your bags, and try not to cause any trouble. Listen to the volunteers, yeah?” Wilbur nodded, and Phil noticed Tommy looking around in curiosity at all those passing by. He snapped his fingers, turning the ten-year-old’s attention back on him. “Tommy?”

“Uh-huh?”

“What did I just say?”

“Uhm… don’t pull any pranks?”

“Yes, don’t cause any trouble, Tommy. This is serious. There’s a lot of people, I don’t want you to get lost okay?”

“Okay.”

Phil looked over at his oldest, clutching the suitcase in his hands tightly, a tag around his neck matching his brothers’. He’d been quiet since Phil had told them both the situation a day ago, and rushed off to help Phil get everything they needed from the list - they barely afforded getting the essentials. Money saved up for Wilbur’s new coat went to bars of soap, stockings, slippers, and handkerchiefs. Phil had given Wilbur his own, saying he’d be fine without one for the winter and they’d be able to afford another in no time. “Look out for him, alright?” While the two shared a brief moment together, Kristen was leaning down toward the child, spotting a bit of dirt on his cheek she was determined to get rid of. Tommy protested and squirmed from her grip as she smiled, holding back as laugh and keeping him still. Wilbur looked over at the two, smiling fondly.

“I will, Dad. I promise.”

Phil couldn’t help but be overcome with pride for his eldest, a small smile on his face. He grew up way too fast - where was that small boy who was always propped up on his shoulders and sang beautiful songs deep into the night, eyes shining with happiness? There were still traces of that same glimmer in Wilbur’s eyes, signs that those dreams and that hope were still alive, and to Phil that was all that mattered. He grew and became so responsible, so capable of anything and everything. At that moment, seeing him, he remembered that strong feeling of pride. Phil had every confidence in him, no matter what the future might hold.

He reached into his coat pocket for the letter, before taking in his eldest for what would be the last time for a while. His hand lightly brushed through that curly brown hair that always fell over his eyes, moving down to cup his cheek and look into those dark eyes that were so much like his mother’s - deep pools of infinite. “I hope you know how much I love you, Wilbur.”

“I do… I mean,” Wilbur stumbled, looking down at the ground. “I..I know, Dad.”

Phil nodded, pressing a small kiss to his son’s forehead. “Good.” He handed out the folded piece of paper with a name scribbled on it - Technoblade. “You’ll be staying with an old friend of mine, he knows me well and I trust him. Be on your best behavior.”

“Right,” Wilbur confirmed, looking over the name for a moment before sliding the piece of paper in his bag. “Does he... know we’re coming?”

“Well, uhm… no…?”

“No?”

“Just give him the letter, it’ll explain everything. He owes me.”

Tommy rushed over, seemingly running from Kristen who simply giggled. “Papa!” Phil’s smile widened at the exchange.

“Come here you little squirt!” Phil’s heart lit up as he scooped up the smaller child in his arms, Tommy laughing with a playful shriek as he did so. “What’s wrong, mate?”

“Mama keeps scrubbing my face, it hurts!” Tommy accused, to which Kristen rolled her eyes with a smile.

“You’ve got dirt all over your face, honey-”

The train howled once more, sending all of them to silence. One of the conductors at the train car around ten or so feet from them shouted: “All aboard! All aboard who’s coming aboard!” Phil looked between the two of them.

“Let’s get you two settled, yeah?” They passed through the crowd toward the conductor. At this point many of the parents were already gone or standing a far distance from the track itself, seeing their children off. He slowly lowered Tommy off his hip and into the step. “I’ve got two kids here for the train, they’ve got their cards and items.” Phil gently moved Wilbur in front of him as he spoke. The man, in a bit of a hurry, snatched Tommy’s tag, almost making the child lose his balance as he glanced at it. Phil heaved Tommy’s shoulder bag, packed with things, into the steps with him. “He’s good. You had another?”

“Yes, my oldest, Wilbur. Please make sure, if you can find them a seat together.” The conductor looked Wilbur over before checking his tag as well.

“Will do, but I don’t make any promises.” He nodded at the tag. “He’s a good chap too. Let’s go, we’ve got a schedule.”

Tommy hugged his father around the neck. “Love you Papa. Love you Mama.”

“Love you, Toms.” Phil smiled, as Kristen leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, making the smaller child giggle. Wilbur was already picking up his younger brother’s things and sliding the bag over his shoulder.

“Bye!” Tommy waved as he followed behind the conductor.

“Bye.” Wilbur waved behind him. “I love you.”

And… just like that, they were gone. Phil held Kristen’s hands as they watched their two sons leave in a cloud of steam, chugging away toward the countryside. Going someplace safe. Kristen began to tear up and Phil held her close in comfort. Now, it was a waiting game of fate. A waiting game for the foretold bomb. A waiting game to die.

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[anissanightyoung]

Grow old with you

[SUMMARY] He might've aged 50 years, but when you hold his hand, it feels exactly like how it was the first time.

A/N: i swear I saw someone edit Seungcheol with runes and asdfhfhkdll I haven't been ok since then. So this is me indulging in my shadowhunters/wessa obsession and my Seungcheol fest.

Shadowhunter!Seungcheol x Half shadowhunter, half warlock!reader

712 words

You still remember the first time you met Seungcheol.

You were the newly assigned High Warlock of Seoul, and Seungcheol was being trained to be the next Head of the Seoul Institute. By someone unfamiliar to your world, both of you look like the same age. But you have known Seungcheol's parents, and their parents' parents. That's what it means to be a warlock; you get to see people love and grow old with their family, see them give their all in a fight, and see them value every moment because their time is limited.

Your clock has stopped ticking the year you turned 24.

It has been decades and decades of you being 24.

Maybe the beauty of living for so long is you get to see all the good changes that took years to happen. Especially with the Accords. There are still criticisms against downworlders, but it has lessened significantly throughout the years. They are especially kinder towards you, as you are a half shadowhunter that once lived in the Seoul Institute. They can be proud all they want, but they can't deny that they sometimes need downworlders too.

Just like when you first met Seungcheol.

You were called upon by Seungcheol when his brother, Hansol, had a nasty bite from a demon that seemed too strong for their iratzes. But for you, it was going to be quick and easy. "What ingredients will you be needing?" After inspecting the bite, you answered him. "Just a few things. I know a store that can give it to me for free. Unfortunately, you're not welcome there."

After healing his brother, Seungcheol approached you to pay you for your 'services'. Declining, you said, "I once lived here, way before you were born. I consider everyone in here as family." But Seungcheol isn't one to back down, and he doesn't want to be indebted to you. He is a true shadowhunter after all. You thank the heavens it gave you a little push when you suddenly felt confident and answered him, "Well, taking me out for some coffee would be nice." Seungcheol's tough demeanor changed to a softer one, and he can't believe he did take you out for coffee. He's still a pure shadowhunter after all, what life would both of you live when the other one is immortal?

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It's been 50 years - You are 24 and Seungcheol is 75 now. Over the years, both of you learned to adapt at crowded situations. For example, if there was going to be a ball at the institute, you would disguise yourself to seemingly look like his age, even if all attendees know you are a warlock, just so people wouldn't be weirded out. You may have looked like his niece, his daughter, his granddaughter, but to your family, you have always been Seungcheol and Y/n, mom and dad, uncle and aunt - always a package, the epitome of withstanding time.

Unfortunately, Seungcheol is losing the fight.

You held his hand and looked at his face, fascinated as you were fifty years ago. Everyone can see the wrinkles he gained, the permanent worried crease in his brows after years of taking care of the institute, some scars from battles that never healed. But you can only see the man who needed your help fifty years ago.

"Y/n," he called. Hearing his weakened voice broke you out of your trance.

"Yes, honey?" You answered, forcefully hiding the tremble in your voice.

"Will you be okay?"

You were glad you got to experience loving and growing old with someone you cherish, even if it meant you getting left out.

"I'll be okay, honey," reassuring him, "you should take a rest." You shifted his body so he can lean on you, with his head lying on your shoulder. For a moment, you can still hear him breathe. When his breathing got longer intervals, you prepared yourself for the worse. You thought you were used to getting left out, but it hit you with different levels of heartache now that it is Seungcheol's turn to leave you.

You waited for him to breathe once more. When you didn't hear him, you finally bawled your eyes out, holding onto the man you loved for fifty years.

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[crystalirises]

The Promise of Blood

I can't believe I read the word "overprotective" and my brain said "ah yes, possessive". I'm so sorry XD I didn't intend for Wilbur to go off the deep-end but this is where we are I guess. Dadbur I'm sorry... you're just too sus.

Although, Wil's actions are implied here, they're not actually show. This is just scared Fundy talking to UncleTechno.

TW: Possessive Behavior, Implied Kidnapping, and Implied Drugging

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/80855428

Edit: Sorry for forgetting the trigger warnings! I added them in now. I’m so sorry!

He found Fundy shivering on his doorstep after he’d come back from cutting firewood. The piglin hybrid regarded the fox hybrid with caution, displaying the sharp axe he wielded. Techno had not formally met his nephew, Wilbur had been too lost in his own mind to introduce them. He thought of sending the fox hybrid back home to New L’Manburg, back to his twin brother who was no doubt worried about his son’s whereabouts, but then he realized Fundy was crying.

“Why are you here?” He placed the sack of firewood on the steps, hesitating before finally sitting next to his distraught nephew. Techno hovered between keeping to himself or reaching out.

Fundy made his choice for him by latching onto Techno’s arm before immediately sobbing.

He froze, his hand clenching and unclenching while he tried to keep himself from violently reacting. His fight instincts were screaming at him to push the fox hybrid away, to put the axe against his enemy’s throat and threaten him to leave. But Fundy wasn’t Techno’s enemy. He took a deep calming breath, reaching out to run a gentle hand on Fundy’s back. “You’re upset. Why?”

“Wil.” At the mention of his twin’s name, Fundy began to cry even louder. Techno pushed down the discomfort he felt, focusing his attention on keeping the fox hybrid from falling into hysterics. “He’s grown worse, at least with me. I haven’t been outside the house for months.”

That was news to him. Phil hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort in any of his letters. He knew Wilbur had been unstable when he went into his self-imposed exile, but Phil had promised everyone that he’d help Wilbur get better. Ever since the war where Phil had knocked Wilbur unconscious after Manburg’s explosion, everyone thought that Wilbur was getting better, he was supposed to be getting better. “What do you mean? Phil promised that he’d watch over Wilbur.”

“He was for the first few weeks. After a while, Wilbur was allowed to leave the house whenever he wanted and he… He felt like the old Wil. He was hanging out with Tommy. He was helping Tubbo with the presidency. He was acting like… like dad. He was better. I thought he was better…” Fundy sniffled, pulling away from Techno to wipe at his tears. He took in Fundy’s quivering form, unclasping his coat before draping it over Fundy’s shoulder. Fundy gave him a shaky smile, pulling the cloak closer around him. “I… I thought it would be nice to have him back again, so I… I invited him to stay with me. He’d been building his own house on the outskirts of New L’Manburg when I asked him to move in with me. He was acting normally then. He was acting like the dad I used to know. Then… then he changed after a few days…”

The fox hybrid paused, taking a few deep breaths. He had begun to openly cry again. Techno glanced over at the horizon, worried that he’d spot Wilbur in the treeline. But his twin had never been fast. He wouldn’t be here so soon. “It’s because I was offered a fucking seat in the cabinet.”

Techno snorted, stopping himself from rolling his eyes. He’d never liked New L’Manburg, and he found their decision of government to be ridiculous. Techno understood why Wilbur wouldn’t want his son anywhere near the political field. “It was an honorary position. I was just the foreman… I know that… it didn’t really mean anything. When Tubbo had offered, I agreed because I didn’t have anything going on, ya know?” Fundy chuckled bitterly, wiping at his nose with the sleeve of his jacket. “Wil said he was proud of me. He said he was proud of me in front of everyone! Then we got home and he told me to message Tubbo and say I couldn’t be New L’Manburg’s foreman. He said that I was too young. He said that I wouldn’t be able to handle the responsibility. We argued and… he knocked me out. He knocked me out! Me! His own son!”

He thought back to Phil knocking Wilbur unconscious during the war. It certainly ran in the family. Fundy ran a hand through his hair, fingers shaking. Techno reached out, holding Fundy’s hands in his. They didn’t stop trembling, but they did calm down a bit. “He’s kept me inside the house for months. He said he was keeping me safe, keeping me happy and healthy.”

“How did you escape?”

“Tommy was exiled.” Techno paused, blinking before letting out an unamused chuckle. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of right. He warned his brother, warned him of the misery that a hero’s life would bring. He’d warned him, but then, he wondered why the Fates had given his brothers such tragic roles. If Tommy was Theseus, Wilbur was Icarus. Wilbur had his fall, now Tommy was suffering his heroic fate. He shook his head, urging Fundy to continue with a tilt of his head. “Wilbur had rushed home, saying that he’d be escorting Tommy to the land where he’d be exiled. He must have been in a hurry because he forgot to give me my… m-medicine. I tried to move my fingers first, then when I had regained feeling in my legs, I made a break for it. I couldn’t stay in New L’Manburg, and… you were the only person I could turn to. I’m sorry…”

“There is no need to apologize. You followed your instincts.” He wouldn’t condemn Fundy for running to his home, even if he did have a grudge against New L’Manburg. Fundy had been looking out for his own safety. “You can stay here with me. Wilbur won’t look for you here.”

He had no assurance of that. If anything, he knew Wilbur would come to him for help. Still, he knew that it wouldn’t be healthy for Wilbur or Fundy if Wilbur were to continue to keep Fundy with him. Techno stood up, reaching down to help the fox hybrid stand. Fundy smiled up at him, a genuine smile that reminded Techno of when he, Wilbur, and Tommy were younger. When neither of them even knew about the idea of war. He was taller than both his brothers - always will be taller - and he would always pick them up each time they tripped and fell. Those were more innocent times, when they were mere children who knew nothing of what their future would bring. Techno had wanted to be an actor when he was younger, Wilbur had wanted to be a musician, and Tommy… he said he would become a fearsome warrior. Only one of them achieved their dream. He shook his head, turning back to Fundy who was holding onto his hand.

“You’ll be safe here. I swear it under the name of the Blood God, I’ll keep you safe.”

He squeezed Fundy’s small hand, remembering his own brothers.

He’ll keep his nephew safe.

Unlike what he was able to do for his brothers.

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Technoblade caring about his family is something so,,, beautiful, ya know?

#fundy #technoblade #wilbur soot #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp

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My Roommate is an Apparition: WHAT A HORRIBLE NIGHT TO HAVE A DAD - Part 2

Based on characters created by @reddpenn

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Oh man, am I late on posting this.  So many things going on.  Not to mention figuring out how to follow up the first part.

It seems people really like the first-person narration from “A-Pink-Ciation of Culture”, so I went with that again with this piece.

Almost DAILY, I get likes or re-blogs and the occasional follower despite not having posted anything since March.  I’m very curious and would like to hear from you readers about what you like about my writing and what appeals to you.  Eventually, I want to make a living off of writing, but until that time, I definitely could use any and all feedback.

Anyway, now that that’s out of the way, on with the story!

 From the Diary of Lily, March 1st, 2020:

Okay, diary, I’m coming to you because I honestly have no idea where else to go to try and sort through the evening I just had with my Dad and Tulpa.   I can’t put my finger on it, but something about tonight just... bothers me!  It’s like I’m on pins and needles and can’t stop thinking about, well, a LOT of stuff.  Just... hear me out and maybe it’ll make sense if I put this all down on paper (I.E. You).  I just spent the last twenty minutes trying to talk things through out loud, but that got me nowhere so here goes nothing:

First off, my Dad came to visit a week earlier than what I had planned, and immediately sets up shop in my living room with his NES and copy of Castlevania III.  Only problem was I hadn’t talked with Tulpa about his visit since I was expecting him until NEXT weekend.  I kept thinking that the last thing I wanted was for anything weird to happen during his visit.

Which, looking back on it, was a really stupid thing to worry about.

I mean, Dad’s a pretty open-minded guy and he’s quite weird himself.  He’s actually quite proud of his weirdness (embarrassing as it is sometimes).  He tends to under-react to all kinds of things like it’s no big deal.  I’ve even asked him why he doesn’t freak out about some of the stuff he comes across in real life or on TV, and he just tells me, “I’ve seen weirder.”   (If some of the stories he’s told me are true, then he has.  He really, REALLY has!)

For example: if Tulpa had come into the room holding a... I dunno, a plate or something, like would that really freak my Dad out?  Pfft, No!  He (maybe?) wouldn’t see her, all he’d see was a “flying saucer” (he deliberately would make that lame pun too), and then get back to his game.  Then later, he’d try and tell me about the real flying saucers he saw years ago, or something.

Since I had assumed that Dad wouldn’t have been able to see her, it eventually clicked in my head that what I was actually worrying about was, “what would Tulpa think of my Dad?”  He’s a huge Goofus that likes to make bad jokes, tell tall tales, and play video games!  And even if he did weird her out, it’s not like she could go anywhere... right?  I mean, she might avoid interacting with me because of him, but...

Oh...

Oh wow...

I just read what I just wrote and I can not believe I was being THAT irrational!  ( Man, people are stupid sometimes; me included!)

Avoid me because of my DAD!?   That’s gotta be the dumbest thing I’ve ever thought!   It’s not like he LIVES here or anything!   He’s not the one paying the rent; I am!  And... I’ve gotten to know Tulpa pretty well these past few months, but... I guess I still have a lot more to learn about her.  Case in point:

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So Tulpa tells me that she wants to meet my Dad, and after coming to my senses somewhat, I say she can sit in so long as she doesn’t touch anything (see flying saucer explanation above).  A few minutes later, she walks in looking like the tall girl from Keep Your Hands off Eizouken (I had to look the name up; I couldn’t remember it for the life of me).  By that I mean, she’s coming in as a tall, lanky, skinny, somewhat pale skinned girl looking to be about my age.  She’s wearing some modest clothes and, if I’m being honest with myself, they looked kind of cute in that outfit they had on.  It was a nice ensemble.

Then Dad says “Hi” to her.

...

Let me repeat that in case it hasn’t clicked with you yet.

My Dad GREETED her!

He! SAW! Her!

When I asked her about it later, she said to me that she thought that since he’s my Dad, then whatever it is that allows me to see her could be something my Dad has too.  So far, her theory has been proven right, but... I’m not one-hundred percent sure, because Tulpa... well... she changed.

And I’m being literal here, too!  She no longer had that transparency to her like usual.  She had a nose!  She had ears!  She had five fingers!  And she looked...

...well...

...good.

Tulpa said she had never tried doing this before, but figured that in the off-chance that her hunch was correct, she wanted to make a good impression on my Dad.  (Why do I keep thinking about that old joke in movies and TV shows about the overprotective Dad that threatens the boy about to go on a date with their daughter?)  She even went so far as to create her own “clothes”, saying she knew they’d be important.  Considering that she doesn’t wear (or need) clothes any other time, I ask her how she came to that conclusion.  I still have no idea what she meant when she suddenly bellowed out, “GOOD...!  GRIEF...!  HE’S...!  NAKED!”

[Edit:  It’s from Spongebob, because of course it was.]

So I’m not sure if Dad could see her because she purposely made herself opaque, or if he would have been able to see her if she wasn’t in her human “disguise” (and yes, I’m calling it a disguise and I’ll explain why a bit later, okay?).  But either way, she walks in and my Dad just starts chatting away like so:

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“Hi there! You must be Lily’s roommate!” says Dad.

At this point, I’m kind of frozen solid on the couch, just watching and listening as everything unfolds in front of me like it’s being burned into my retinas.  You know that saying about slow-motion train wrecks? Y’know, about how you can’t look away from them? This is probably why I remember the conversation so well.

“Heh...Hello,” she responds back nervously.

“I’m Lily’s Dad,” he says as if it wasn’t obvious, “Hope you don’t mind if we play some games out here.”

Tulpa shakes her head and stutters out, “No...N-not at all.”

“Great!” Dad responded with a smile that said, “Even if it was bothering you, I’m still going to take up the TV and play video games.  So nyeh!”  I’ve lived with him long enough to know that he’s not someone who would give up the TV without a fight.

(...gee... that kind of reminds me of someone now that I think about it...)

Tulpa then asks, “M-mind if... I watch?”

Dad gives her this big, goofy smile and responds with a, “Sure thing!” since despite him never admitting to it, he always liked having an audience around when he played games (or almost anything really) in hopes of “schooling” them. (Why he didn’t go into teaching, I will never understand.)

As soon as Dad turns back to his game and un-pauses it, Tulpa smiled, sat back, and looked content (Although it was a little weird seeing her smile with a nose to go along with it.) This snaps me out of my stupor long enough to scootch over to Tulpa and chat with her.

“You actually want to watch him play?” I ask her once more because the mere thought that she’d be interested in something outside of cartoons still hadn’t registered in my head, yet.

“Yeah...” she says as she starts to stare at the screen like she usually does during her cartoon time. “...sounded... familiar,” she said before looking up slightly while lost in thought, “...Simon... Belmont... Mega... Man... Kid... Icarus...” she said again as though that meant something. To me it just sounded almost like some kind of madness mantra, but...

“Oh! You mean Captain N: The Game Master!” my Dad chimed in out of seemingly nowhere.

“YES!” Tulpa said with excitement (worth noting that she doesn’t look excited very often, but when she does, she practically glows). “I remember...” she said before pausing to collect her thoughts and form the words she wanted to say. If I could have, I would have warned her about my Dad’s tendency to pounce on any hesitation in a conversation to take it over.

“Man, I haven’t seen Captain N in decades,” he said wistfully, “Surprised someone young as you remembers it.   I was in High School when that show came on!   When did you see it?”

“Ummm...” she hesitated, “...reruns... when I was... a kid.”

(As I’m writing this down now, I realize she was trying to hide her actual age from Dad. She looked to be in her early twenty’s like I was, but if she said she saw it when it came on the air originally, that’d make her over thirty years old at least.)

“Ahhhh! I see you have good taste in reruns!” Dad complimented.

“Th-thank you,” she stuttered back. As I listened to the awkward conversation of father-roommate bonding, I found my eyes constantly turning towards Tulpa. Not out of adoration or anything, but more like... studying her.

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On the one hand, she looked like the Tulpa that I had known ever since she became my roommate months ago.  But on the other hand, they somehow weren’t.   It’s kind of like when someone changes their looks a bit for maybe, I dunno, a night on the town, a job interview, a wedding, or something else along those lines.  Only in her case, “dressing up” meant adding additional body parts she didn’t normally have.

(To be honest, I’m still not entirely sure what to think about that...)

I’ve always been a firm believer of people being themselves, and being allowed to be themselves.  I can’t stand situations where people are unable to truly express themselves or feel comfortable.  Way I see it, life is too short to be spent worrying over stupid stuff that makes people miserable just so they can come off as normal.

Sometimes it’s because of social norms and expectations; those unspoken rules of life that people are supposed to just magically “know”.  Like if someone was going to a church or temple service, social norms say they need to wear their “Sunday Best” with stiff, itchy clothes that are dry clean only.  If I was able to go to a sermon wearing a baggy college sweatshirt, sweatpants, and slippers, and NOT be judged like I’m some kind of crazy hobo, it would have definitely made something like that more appealing to me.

Now I have nothing against anyone that likes to dress up in fancy clothes and wear them out and about; I mean, everyone likes different things, right? The point is that if I’m going to do something that makes me uncomfortable, it should be because I wanted to do it for myself.   I don’t think I should bend over backwards making myself feel bad (physically or mentally) for someone else’s sake.  Sure, call me selfish if you must, but I just can’t advocate for doing something that makes you feel bad because you wanted someone else to feel good.

I’m just thankful no one in my family has ever tried to push anything on me.  Sure, they’ve suggested things to me before, and of course made sure I didn’t do something stupid that would injure me or worse when I was too young to know better.  But overall, my family has given me a lot of freedom to do what I want, dress how I want, and be who I want to be.  Now that I think about it, I’m kind of lucky that way.

(I hope I’m making sense on this. Re-reading this, I’m not entirely sure if I do.)

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Anyway, I’m looking at Tulpa and watching them carefully, trying to figure out if they were comfortable looking like that or not.  She’s just sitting there watching my Dad play Castlevania III, and he was now on the haunted pirate ship with Trevor and Sypha.  He was breezing through at a pretty good pace and sharing an anecdote about how Warren Ellis figuratively gave him the “Turd Cape of Shame” on this old message board back when the Castlevania series on Netflix was just an idea back in 2007.  (I still am not entirely sure if that story is true or not.)

“Hey Lily,” Dad asks suddenly out of the blue, “got anything to drink?”  I offer him some lemonade, he accepts, and I go to the kitchen to pour him a glass.  As I’m doing this, I hear Dad ask Tulpa, “By the way, I don’t think I caught your name.  What was it again?”

“...Tulpa...” she says back to him.

My body freezes up for a moment as I realized that “Tulpa” is not an ordinary name.  I mean the first time she told me her name, it sounded like some kind of Pokémon.  Once again, that irrational fear of my Dad being weirded out or something enters my head, but is dispelled almost immediately.

“Tulpa?” my Dad says aloud to himself, “That’s a very interesting name.”

“T-Thank you...” she says back.

I walk in with a glass of pink lemonade and set it down on a little, folding TV dinner stand that was given to me when I first moved out for college.  I slowly sit back down again as I keep an eye on Dad.  His facial expression is the same as usual: relaxed.  You could call it a poker face, but I’ve seen him play poker and he is BAD at poker.

“Anyone in your family Buddhist?” my Dad asks casually.

I step in, “Dad!  What kind of a question is that!?”  And I meant what I said too. Who even asks something like that!?

“I was just wondering,” he says before once again shutting up and focusing on his game.

This is one of the things about my Dad that bugs me to no end: he likes to be cagey sometimes.  He’ll say something vague with the sole purpose of making the other person curious, confused, or both.  It leaves, like, questions in the back of your head that just start gnawing at your brain and won’t stop chewing away at your gray matter until you finally ask him to explain what the heck he was talking about.    He does this on purpose to “bait” people into asking him questions or to continue with what he’s saying.  So annoying!

I sigh, “Why’s that, Dad?”

He gives a little smile and continues, “Oh it’s just that this isn’t the first time I’ve heard the name “Tulpa” before, that’s all.”

NOW he has my total undivided attention and Tulpa’s too as we both unconsciously lean forward.  Practically in sync, we both say, “It’s not!?”

He’s still smiling as he says, “Nope.  First time I heard that name was when I was doing some monster research for a Castlevania Wiki I had been working on a while back.”

Tulpa practically gulps, “M-M-Monster...?”

“Well not really a monster,” he says back, “more like... a supernaturally, artificially created person.” 

(There are some times when my Dad can be down right spooky and creepy.  This was one of those times.)

Full Metal Alchemist immediately pops into my head, and without even hesitating, I ask, “Like a Homunculus?”

“Nah, more like...” he says before pausing his game and turning to Tulpa and I, “...an imaginary friend.”  Tulpa and I both tilt our heads in confusion.  Dad picks up on this and by now, he is practically glowing at this opportunity to share some weird thing he just happens to know something about.

He explains, “So there’s this word in Tibetan called “Sprul-Pa” which means “Manifestation”, okay?  And in early Buddhism, this is used as the explanation for how Gautama Buddha could travel to heavenly realms and come back again.  You could say he created a clone of himself in the other realm and then transmitted his consciousness to it from his body on Earth.  Kind of like a-”

By now, Tulpa and I were clearly on the same wavelength as she asks, “a Shadow Clone!?” at the exact same time I was thinking of it. Believe it!

Dad’s silent for a moment as he thinks to himself before finally going, “...uhhh... I guess... you could say that. I was thinking “Dream Body” but I suppose a shadow clone could work too.”  My Dad used to watch Naruto with me on Toonami years ago, so he knew full well what a shadow clone was.

He turns to face us as he continues talking, “The thing with a Tulpa is that it’s something made from nothing. A Homunculus, using your example, Lily, requires having the materials necessary to make an artificial being on hand before you can create them. But a Tulpa is willed into existence out of nothingness. It is created from the thoughts of the creator; known as a “Thoughtform” in some cases.”

(WHEN did my Dad even learn this stuff!?)

“The difference between a Tulpa and an imaginary friend,” my Dad continued to say, “is that while an imaginary friend is just that, someone that exists in your imagination, a Tulpa is made when someone’s thoughts are so strong that they will their imaginary friend into existence.”

I look over at Tulpa, and she is totally absorbed in what my Dad’s saying.

“Now from what I’ve read...” Oh my God, Dad! What have you even been reading!? “...it’s very difficult for one person alone to have enough psychic power to will a sentient being into creation. But if you had enough people thinking the same thing, and thinking about it hard enough, then, hypothetically, a Tulpa could be created.”

“So what you’re saying is if enough people think Bigfoot is real, then they can actually make it real just by believing in them?” I snark.

“Yeah, pretty much,” my Dad replies without detecting my snark at all.

“Or like...” Tulpa chimes in, “...how Tinkerbell is saved... by believing in fairies and... clapping hands?” I was a bit surprised Tulpa knew that since I couldn’t recall Disney’s Peter Pan having that scene in it.

Dad thinks about it for a moment, and then goes, “Hmmmmm... yeah! That too, I suppose.”

Right about then, Dad gets a notification on his phone. He pulls it out, looks at it, gets a somewhat serious look on his face, and then stands up and says, “Hey, I gotta make a phone call real quick. Mind if I...” he trails off.

“Yeah, sure thing, Dad,” I say back. He heads down the hallway to the guest bedroom and closes the door as he makes his call. It’s now just Tulpa and me in the living room, and we were both feeling super awkward. I turn to Tulpa and say, “So... did you know anything about all that?”

Tulpa shook her head, “N-n-no. First time I... I ever heard of... of it.” I could tell she was feeling nervous. She had started stuttering pretty badly.

All this time, I knew Tulpa was an apparition, but I never thought about what kind of apparition she was. It never really dawned on me that an apparition could have an origin story. With Tulpa, she was just... kind of there for me, and I never really questioned it. Her being her somehow felt, I dunno... “natural”, I guess.

I never thought I really needed to learn more about Tulpa, anyway. I mean, outside of the occasional mischief, Tulpa was perfectly harmless. Worst thing she ever did was the Pinkening (still don’t know how she did that), but that was partly on me because I was being a big dummy. Overall, she’s always been friendly, kind, and fun to be around, and that‘s always been good enough for me.

“You, uh...” I start to say, “...want to talk about it later?” Tulpa looks ahead of her kind of blankly, and I immediately add, “It’s okay if you don’t want to, Tulpa, I just-“

“Talk about what?” She asks, now looking at me kind of confused.

“About...” I trail off as I try to find the right words, “...about what my Dad just said and about... I dunno... where you came from?”

Tulpa clearly hadn’t thought about it before. She leaned back against the couch and audibly sighed (I think that was the first time I ever heard them sigh!), before saying, “I... don’t know... Lily...”

“Don’t know where you came from, or don’t know if you want to talk about it?” I asked her.

She thought for a moment before saying, “Both...”

I wanted to say something more to her, maybe give them some kind of reassurance, but I just couldn’t as long as my Dad was here! The frustration of wanting to talk about something with someone, but not being able to because of other people being around, is just AGONIZING!  If only Dad would hurry up and leave, but when he says he’s going to beat a video game, he’s going to beat a video game.  Problem was he hadn’t even made it to Dracula’s Castle yet, so who knew how much longer it would be?

Then Dad comes back in and says, “Hey, sorry about this, but I need to get going.”

HAAAAAALLEJUAH!!!

“Oh sweet merciful powers that be, THANK YOU! “  I thought to myself.  I was worried things were going to get all cringy like a bad self-insert fanfic.   “Aww, that’s too bad,” I fibbed out of politeness.  I mean, he’s my Dad and I love him and all, but... y’know...

“Yeah, I got a call from work and they need me to help out with something. ‘Fraid I have to cut my visit short, Lily.” My Dad powered off the Nintendo system and began packing it up. But then he suddenly stopped, looked up, then looked back at me and said, “Hey, you want to borrow my NES for a bit!?”

Dad suddenly leaving to take care of something for work happens every now and then, so that was no big surprise. But Dad suddenly saying he has to leave to take care of something and leave his NES in MY care!? THAT scared the pants off me!

“Oh my God, Dad... you’re not dying are you!?” I ask with a half-serious tone.

“What!? No! What gave you that idea!?” He shoots back.

“Because that’s the NES you’ve had ever since you were a kid! You have NEVER let anyone else look after it! EVER!” I remind him because it is one-hundred percent true.

His lame-sauce excuse was: “Hey, both of your uncles used to look after it!”

And then I remind him, “That’s because you all lived in the same house with grandma and grandpa!  Y’know, because you were all kids and everything!”

“They still took care of it,” he pouts.

“Only after they sneaked into your room, de-hooked it, and snuck it over to their room!  You know I’ve heard the stories at the family gatherings!, right?” This is all completely true.

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My Dad is the oldest of three, and at family gatherings, like around Thanksgiving, he and my uncles used to tell as many embarrassing stories about each other as possible like they were trying to one-up each other. Like, “Hey, remember that time you stuck a LEGO tire up your nose and had to go to the Emergency Room?”

And my uncle’s all like, “I WAS FOUR!”

Good times....

...now where was I?

Oh right!  Why leaving the Nintendo was a big deal!

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“C’mon, Dad,” I plead, “The only way I can see you willingly giving away your Nintendo, even if just for a little while, would be if you were on your death bed and filling out your last will and testament. So go on, spill it, what’s up with that?”

My Dad just had this look of offense on his face like I had seriously wounded him with my words. “I am NOT that overprotective of it!”

“Yes you are.”

“Okay, I am,” he admits way too quickly, “but I just thought that you having it might be a good idea in case you finally get some free time coming up. Best way to enjoy it is to play it, after all.”

I chuckle, “Dad, the only way work is going to give me enough time off to sit on my butt and play video games is if some horrible catastrophe caused the art store to shut down. Like, I dunno, a deadly virus or something.”

[EDIT, APRIL 12th, 2020: ME AND MY BIG FAT MOUTH!

AAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!]

Dad chuckles and say, “Yeah... you got a point there. Still, I think between you and your roommate, you’re both responsible adults now who can get some enjoyment out of it. I’m sure I can trust you two to take good care of it,” he says before raising an eyebrow, “or is there some reason I shouldn’t leave it here!?”

“Relax! We can look after it, Dad. Nothing’s going to happen to it,” I say as I whip my head back so fast it could have made a sonic boom. Just as I suspected, there was Tulpa sitting down in front of the Nintendo about ready to poke it with her finger. “Isn’t that right, Tulpa?” I say while looking straight at her.

“Y-yes...” she mutters.

Dad smiles at the two of us and then suddenly, out of the blue, he gives me this big ole bear hug and pats me on the back!  It’s the same kind of hug he gave me on my first day at school, when I was leaving for summer camp, and when I moved into my freshman dorm for college.  It was the kind of reassuring hug that says everything is going to be fine.  “Ohhhhhhh, look at you growing up and being all responsible! I’m so proud of you, Lily!”

“Dad!  Can’t breath, Dad!” I say before he finally lets go.

“Oh yeah, tomorrow, when you get a chance, make sure to pick up a couple packages of toilet paper,” he says casually, “your bathroom’s running low and now would be a good time to stock up.”

[EDIT April 12th, 2020: HE FREAKING KNEW! 

HOW!?!?!?]

“Thanks for the tip, Dad,” I respond before saying the thing that led to my Dad saying the other thing that would make my brain do somersaults for the next few hours and ultimately come to you, dear diary, “What brought up that little nugget of wisdom? Dad-ly Intuition?”  (Yes, that pun was intentional.)

“Well I’ve always considered myself to be a little psychic here and there,” he says about twenty-three seconds before the door closes and forty-five seconds before my face faults, “and you’ve always been a little psychic too, haven’t yah?”

“Sure Dad, I’ll catch you later,” I say waving goodbye.

“Take care, Lily!  Keep in touch!  Love you, sweetie!” he calls back as he’s walking into the hallway heading out,

“Love you too, Dad” I say as I close the door and lock the deadbolt. With that family obligation out of the way, I was feeling much better not having to worry about next weekend, not having to worry about Tulpa and Dad, and could just chill and relax and-

It was right about then that my eyes shot wide open as I stared ahead of me at nothing in particular.  The gears in my head started turning faster and faster as the past few months living here started to tie together.  Tulpa looks at me, slightly concerned.  She’s still in her “disguise”, but looks genuinely concerned.  She waves her hand it front of me and my mind is working at warp speed, so it doesn’t even register.

“Are you... okay... Lily?” she asks.

I slowly turn to look her in the eye, and then ask her flat out:

“Am I Psychic!?”

#my roommate is an apparition #reddpenn

[callmemythicalminx]

❄️5th of December❄️

❄️Headcanons ~ What Sam, Paulie and Tommy are like as fathers❄️

Fandom: Mafia Definitive Edition

Warnings: Very fluffy, mentions of death though..

Summary: A small collection of my theories on how our boys act before and during their time as a fathers. 

A/N: I’m being evil adding a bit of angst in this, hehehe. But these headcanons are fluffy as all hell. 

Dedicated to:  @kaiiiiiiparkerismyhusband @lolita-wolfson @xxsamanthaxx @kneelingforvillains @loutino20 @levitate-gengar @dorothynerding ​ @blackbladevika ​ @my-blog-for-me ​ @rammstein-obsession ​ @octorebel @demonsouthere ​@mayday1284

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Sam

Sam is a really nervous dad to be.

He didn’t have the best upbringing. His dad was a deadbeat drunk.

It’s one of the reasons why Sam prefers smoking to drinking. 

He’s scared he won’t be a good enough father or that because he didn’t have a good upbringing, he won’t be able to do it. 

You assure him that he will be an amazing father, but he’s still wary. 

Kissing your bump when he gets home from work - nearly every night.

He loves speaking with you with his head pressed against your stomach, waiting to feel a kick. 

When you give birth to your first child, he perfectly slips into the role of a father. 

He cries when he holds your child for the first time. 

Vows straightaway that he’ll do anything in the world to keep his kids happy and loved. 

If you have a daughter, she’s going to have him wrapped around her finger from the moment she looks at him.

God help her when she gets older and wants to start dating and acting like an adult.

Sam will take ‘protective father’ to a whole new level. 

Every new potential boyfriend your daughter finds is getting interrogated by Sam and uncle Tommy and Paulie. 

Will call ahead to any bar or club your daughter plans to go to, so that they give her the best service. 

This man is going to ball his eyes out at your daughter’s weddings 

If you have sons, he’ll definitely worry more about being a good father. 

Makes it his mission to bond with them as much as possible, so that they know he cares about them, even if he’s at work a lot.

Sam desperately tries to keep your sons out of the business for as long as possible, as he’s so afraid something might happen to them. 

He does teach them how to use guns should they need to protect themselves and you when Sam’s not there. 

Also tries to not smoke around them, going outside when he needs one so he doesn’t influence them. 

He cries at each of your children’s births. 

This guy ADORES being a dad.

After having such a rough upbringing and lonely life until you stepped into his life, coming home to his kids running to meet him at the door and you ready to take him into your arms is the most incredible thing he’s ever going to experience.

Y’know that scene at the end of the first Bioshock game? The good ending where Jack dies with his daughters around him? 

That’s how Sam will eventually die, surrounded by all his children, grandchildren, Tommy and Paulie if they’re still alive with their families, and you. 

He’ll pass away knowing all the pain of his upbringing was worth it as he got to experience what a real family feels like with you and his descendants and friends. 

Your family with Sam will always be his whole world. 

Paulie

Paulie is the most excited about being a dad.

He didn’t have a good upbringing too, but unlike Sam, is more determined than scared.

He wants to be better than his father was and is prepared to do anything to love and care for his children. 

Because he’s so excited, he gets really nervous about so much stuff during your first pregnancy. 

If you feel even a little ill? You’re taking the day off. You’re feet hurting? He has to carry you wherever you need to go. 

Paulie’s favorite thing to do ever is just talk to the bump, even when it’s tiny. He doesn’t want it to ‘feel unloved’... His words, not yours.

He loves the thought that something you’ve created together is growing inside you. 

Is utterly hopeless when you’re giving birth. 

Will definitely run around like a headless chicken when you go into labour. 

Cries with you when you have contractions and when the baby eventually comes out. 

This man SOBS when he first holds his children. 

He can’t believe that he finally has a family, after worrying that it wouldn’t happen for so long. 

Paulie will be the most chaotic dad known to man. 

Will definitely crawl into your children’s crib with them to help get them to calm down and sleep. 

Is too easily persuaded by his kids to do dumb shit. 

You’re raising your children and Paulie to be honest. 

If you have a daughter, she becomes a carbon copy of him as he grows up. 

Like same mannerisms, same goofiness, the laugh, everything. 

Unlike Sam, Paulie isn’t as protective of your daughter when she becomes an adult.

He’ll still beat the shit out of anyone who crosses her. 

But will at least give her more freedom, excitedly asking about her adventures and nights out like he’s a teenage girl instead of a grown man. 

This man is so goddamn proud when she gets married. 

If you do end up having sons, they end up becoming more like you, which Paulie is so grateful for. 

He’s okay with his daughter being a chaotic badass because to be honest, she needs to be in the society you live in. 

However, with his sons, Paulie doesn’t want them to follow the same path, going into dangerous business, spending most of their lives alone. 

You sons can still fight well thanks to their father teaching them, but they only use it when they need to. 

Unsurprisingly, Paulie loves everything about being a dad, even all the stressful and tiring stuff. 

Sleepless nights, diapers, crying babies, whatever, he doesn’t mind it.

He’s so thankful that he has a family that he’s gonna enjoy every minute even when times are tough. 

He really wants to run a family pizzeria one day, which comes true eventually.

I feel like Paulie will die peacefully in his sleep after a day spent with all of his family celebrating something like his birthday. 

Though it’s sad for you and the rest of his family, you all feel happy at least knowing he went to sleep knowing he was loved and had been the most caring and loving dad. 

Goddamn does this man love his family. 

Tommy

Tommy is excited but is also very nervous about being a dad, for completely different reasons to Paulie and Sam.

Instead of worrying about the past, he’s worried about the future and if he’s gonna always be able to be there for his kids. 

He can’t bear the thought that he might get thrown in jail or die at any point and won’t ever get to see his family again. 

Spooning. This man loves it.

Sleeping with you in his arms, one hand against your bump is his favorite thing to do, especially after a long day at work. 

Tommy is also very hopeless when you go into labour, running around without a clue of what to do. 

Willingly lets you crush his hand when the time comes to push the baby out. 

He hates seeing you in so much pain, but when he sees your babies for the first time, it makes it all worth it. 

As soon as your first baby is in his arms, he vows then and there that nothing will ever stop him from seeing his children. 

Tommy, like Sam, will be helpless against his daughter’s charm. 

He’s definitely the kinda dad who’s gonna remind her everyday how strong she is, so she never doubts herself.

Surprisingly, he’s more protective of her when she’s an adult than Sam is, especially because he knows how bad some of the kids are her age. 

Whenever she has a date, Tommy will no doubt just sit glaring at them when her boyfriend comes to the house. 

You’ll make conversation with the poor boy while Tommy just gives him the ‘dad glare’. 

Basically threatens to rip out the kid’s throat if he hurts his daughter, with just his eyes.

Will not approve the marriage until her fiance has been thoroughly interrogated by Tommy and her uncles. 

Manages to keep a lid on his tears at the wedding until the end of the night, crying in your arms because he’s lost his ‘little girl’.

This man is amazing with his sons. 

They grow up to be gentlemen because of him. 

Tommy pushes them to be more academic, trying to keep them from the business. 

Still teaches them how to fight though, knowing that because of his job, his kids and wife will always be a target. 

Even though he doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing most of the time, there’s nothing he loves more than being a dad. 

He will die similarly to Sam, with his whole family around him.

It’s a peaceful death and he slips away smiling, knowing he kept those he loved safe and cared for them well. 

There is nothing more important to him than his family.   

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[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

Ch32: The Impossible Choice. Part 2:  One Which Crumbles From Within

Summary: Katie faces an impossible choice- her husband or her brother.  

Warnings: Bad language, angst

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: Wonderful edit again from @angrybirdcr​

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 32 Part 1

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Katie had no idea how long she sat waiting, lost in her thoughts and worries but eventually she heard a shuffling noise and spun round to see Steve supporting Bucky who was missing his metal arm. Both men were bloodied, battered, but alive. 

“Where’s Tony?” She asked as she stood up, looking at Steve.

Steve took a deep breath, “In there. It got out of hand but he’s okay.” Katie immediately headed to the door of the bunker.

“Katie, he won’t listen.” Steve shook his head sadly as he called after her. “This…it’s too far gone to fix.

“I have to try Steve, he’s my brother.”

She left the sentence hanging, not looking back as she moved back into the bunker. She had to try and talk him round, make him understand this was what Zemo wanted. It was the last chance to try and sort all of this out. If she couldn’t then there was no way Steve could go back. No way he would go back.

And she was going to lose one of them.

“Tony.” She spoke gently, walking towards where he was sat, back against a wall in the depth of the concrete building.

“You know, when Rogers asked for your hand in marriage I couldn’t have been happier. Finally you’d met someone that treat you well, looked after you. Now, I wish he’d never come out of that fucking iceberg.” He snarled up at her.

Katie took a deep breath. “You’re upset, I get that.”

“Really? You do?” Sarcasm dripping off every word as Tony glared at her. “That’s good because I thought for a moment you were missing the point.”

“What is the point, Tony? Do you think for one minute that I like what happened to our Parents?”

“How long have you known?” he looked at her.

“Since we took SHIELD and Hydra down.” She bowed her head.

“Two years?!” his voice rang round the cavern. “You knew for Two fucking years?” “I didn’t know for certain it was him until yesterday, I swear.” She took a deep breath “But Steve is right. It wasn’t Bucky that did it. It was the Winter Soldier.”

“Oh God, he’s brainwashed you as well.” Tony groaned, banging his head against the wall. “That man murdered our parents!”

“HYDRA murdered our parents.”

“BUT HE DID IT!” Tony yelled, “And whilst that mind control is in there he’s a danger and he needs to be dealt with.”

“He needs help.”

Tony laughed, scornfully “Frankly if you believe that, you’re the one that needs help.”

“We both know what it’s like to be tortured, to have your dignity stripped from you in a way people cannot possibly imagine.” Katie swallowed, turning to her brother “And for us it was weeks Tony, fucking weeks. He endured it for seventy damned years.” “He killed our mom!” Tony screamed. “And he saved my life!” Katie yelled back, her voice cracking. “The Winter Soldier did those things, not Bucky Barnes. Tone, this is tearing me in two. I can’t choose between you, I can’t do it!” “You already chose.” “No, I didn’t. I did what I thought was right. Not just the Accords but coming here. And you know it was right too, deep down or you wouldn’t be here either. You saw those soldiers in there, it could have been so much different.” Tony snorted. “For once in your life just admit you’d follow Rogers anywhere.” Katie shook her head, sniffing slightly as her eyes misted over “You’re my brother, my father even, and I love you so much, but he is my husband and I love him too. What am I supposed to do, huh? Tell me?” Tony looked at her, and turned away. He felt betrayed, by them both. But as much as he hated what she had done, he loved his sister beyond belief and he knew no matter what happened here there would be no winners. If she stayed her heart would break at losing Steve and she would end up inside that shit hole pokey until some agreement or deal was done. 

And if she left, she might be free, but then he would lose her. 

But Tony knew the thing that would break her the most was having to make that choice, a choice between a life on the run with Rogers, or being with him. He couldn’t see her go through that, he couldn’t see her miserable and without the man she loved, and who clearly loved her, despite the fact he might be an asshole. There was nothing else to do, Tony had to make the choice for her.

And moreover he knew he had to be the one to lose.

"I don’t even wanna look at you right now.” His voice cracked and he turned away. “Get lost, go on.” “And go where?” Her voice was strained. "Wherever your precious Captain is running to. And you best run fast. Because if Ross gets hold of you, you’re both gonna be in that pokey with the rest of them and I’ll make sure Rogers never sees the light of day again.” “And me?” Her eyes were wet with tears as she looked at him. “You went against the accords.” He shrugged, unable to meet her eye “Maybe they could get you a double cell.” Katie felt her heart breaking. Her brother, the man who had been there all her life, was actively pushing her away. This is what it had come to. But just as she was about to argue, try and see they could get a way through this, he delivered the final blow. “You know, I’m glad mom and dad ain’t here to see this, because they’d be so ashamed of you.” Tony took a deep breath before he delivered the blow he knew would kill her, and he was going to hate himself for it. “Hell, I’m ashamed of you.” That. That there, was the moment Katie felt her heartbreak. “Tony.” Her voice cracked “Tell me you don’t mean that.” “I mean every word.” Tony lied, forcing himself to look at her. He didn’t mean any of it, he was beyond proud of her, how strong she was. But he knew, this was the only way she could be spared the agony of a shitty choice. 

With a shaking sob Katie stood up and began to walk across the cavern slowly, giving Tony a chance to stop her but he didn’t. As she reached the start of the corridor she stopped, taking a deep breath and turned back to look at him through her tears.

“Me not telling you about mom and dad was a mistake. But I did it to save you from all this, save you from hurting because I figured you’d seen enough over the past goodness knows how long.” She shrugged, wiping her face. “I’m so sorry Tony.”

He looked away, not meeting her eyes because he couldn’t.  “Just go.”

She walked from the cavern as calmly as she could. Once she was out of site she began to sprint, wanting nothing more than the comfort of Steve. She was that wrapped up in her thoughts, twice she took a wrong turn and hit a dead end, screaming in frustration, before eventually, after what seemed like a lifetime she burst out into the snow before collapsing onto the floor, a loud agonising wail erupting from her chest.

“Katie?” Steve saw his girl fall to her knees, the noise she made chilled him to the bones. He sprinted straight towards her, ignoring the aching all over his body from the blows he had taken over the past three days or so. He dropped besides her “Honey?”

Katie took a deep breath before she looked up at Steve unable to voice her emotions or explain what happened. She simply bowed her head again and shook it. Steve sighed and placed an arm round her shoulder “Come on.”

With his help she rose to her feet, looking round. There was no sign of T’Challa. Zemo or Bucky.

“Where is everyone?” She sniffed, sliding her arm around Steve’s waist, more for support than anything else.

“T’Challa left about two minutes ago. He’s taken Zemo to the United Nations.” Steve answered as they trudged through the snow.

“Least Bucky’s in the clear.”

“He’s not.” Steve sighed “Even if he’s proven not guilty they’ll want to lock him up, especially whilst HYDRA are in his mind.” He stopped at the bottom of the ramp to the jet and turned to face her, taking a deep breath as he knew this was it. The point at which she was going to have to make a decision on what she did next, and his heart was breaking for her.

“T’Challa has offered to help. He’s given me the coordinates to Wakanda and says he has someone there who could assist in fixing whatever it is Hydra did to Buck’s mind.”

“If the UN catch on he’s harbouring him it’ll cause even more trouble.” “I know, which is why they can’t find out.” Steve looked at her. “T’Challa is going to tell the UN that we’re all here so they can send a craft out to pick everyone up. Then the cover story is that in the meantime Bucky and I escaped, and no one knows where we have gone.”

“Think they’ll buy it?” She asked, ignoring for a moment the fact that he had said Bucky and I, not Bucky and us.

“They’ve no reason not to.”

“And he really thinks he can help him?”

Steve nodded. “So that’s the plan. Take Bucky and lay low for a while, at least until I can figure out what to do next”

He paused for a moment and then looked up the ramp before taking a deep breath and looking at her.

“I didn’t want any of this to happen” he sighed, “and if you don’t want to come I’ll understand.” He took a deep breath, as he grabbed both of her hands, the tears swimming in his eyes. “I don’t ever want to force you to make a choice so whatever you do decide, I’ll understand, I just want you to know that I love you, I’ll always love you.”

Katie looked up at him, his last words were barely audible above his choked back sob. She knew Steve was going to run, and that he wouldn’t settle being behind bars, but he was offering her a way out, a chance to stay with Tony. Her husband had never, not once through this entire situation pressured her to take his side. And she hadn’t taken his side, she had done what she believed was the right thing. But now, when it came down to it, there was simply no choice for her to make. Tony hated her, the Accords had finished the Avengers, Ross would make sure she was locked away…and the thought of Steve not being with her broke her more than anything.

There was nothing else left for her to do but go.

Her eyes misted over as she looked up at the man who was her world, her everything. “I can’t stay.” She whispered “Not without you. Please don’t leave me.”

“Leave you?” His voice cracked and he pulled her into his chest, hard, hands pressed at the base of her back and her head as she fisted her hands into the dirty material of his uniform. “Never, Doll.”

“Then get me out of here.” She pulled back to look up at him, gently using her thumbs to wipe away the tears on his face that had run down below the line of his helmet.

“Are you sure?” He had to ask again. “Because if we do this, there’s no going back. You might be able to sort things with Tony if you stay.” “When I’m locked up in prison?” She shook her head “What’s the point in that. Besides, we both know that you wouldn’t stand for it. You’d break me out in a week.”

He gave her a soft smile, she was right. He would. She leaned up to place a soft kiss on his lips before she turned and strode up the ramp into the jet, wiping her eyes and putting her weapons away silently. Steve followed her in and she turned to look at him when she spotted Bucky who was looking significantly worse for wear sat on one of the seats.

“You okay?” she said gently. He looked up and swallowed.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” His voice cracked and his head hung again.

“I know.” She shrugged sadly as she headed over to cockpit.

Steve settled in the pilot seat just in front of her, removing his helmet and punching in some co-ordinates. Moments later the jet was airborne.

“Auto-pilot locked. ETA 4.5 hours” Katie muttered, reading the computer before she stood up and dropped her hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Think it’s about time I patched you boys up.”

“Start with Buck.” Steve instructed gently, standing up “He’s worse than I am.”

She moved to the back of the jet and began rummaging in the first aid boxes gathering various things before she told Bucky to sit on the gurney in the medi-bay area of the jet.

“This is probably gonna sting a little.” She bit her lip as she began to wipe gently at the various cuts and bruises on Bucky’s face. If it hurt he didn’t give any outward signs that it did. She then moved to the back of his head, clearing up a nasty gash from where he had taken a hit and, once that was done, she checked his arm. There was no new wound, but his metal arm had been removed just below the shoulder blade, leaving the metal socket intact.

“Does it hurt?” She asked him gently.

“No.”

She looked at Steve, shrugging as if to say that she had done the best she could and he nodded, looking at Bucky.

“Why don’t you rest?” He nodded over to the seats. “We’ve got a while before we arrive and I doubt any of us had much sleep last night.”

“You guys certainly didn’t.” Bucky said slyly as he stood up. Katie shared a look with Steve who she was amused to see had flushed from the neck upwards, the patches of his face that weren’t dirty were now a bright crimson.

“Walls in hotel rooms are thin.” Bucky continued, grunting slightly as he dropped into one of the seats, leaning back and closing his eyes.

Katie bit her lip as Steve sat down on the stretcher, same place Bucky had sat before. She studied his weary face and noticed that there was a huge bruise forming on his right cheek and a smaller abrasion on his left. His nose had at some point been bleeding and there was a split in his lip, but all in all his helmet had saved him for the most, as he was nowhere near as bad as Bucky. She gently wiped at his face, as tenderly as she could to avoid hurting him. She cleaned off the dirt, dried blood and then the cut above his eye, before moving to the one on his lip. As she touched it with the antiseptic wipe he hissed slightly.

“Stop being a baby.”

Steve opened his eyes and simply watched his wife’s face intensely. Her eyes were red rimmed from her crying and he couldn’t help but wonder what Tony had said to her when she had gone back in.  But he knew she would tell him when she was ready. Eventually she finished and dropped the wipe she had been using into the dish to her right, and he placed both his hands on her hips and pulled her closer to him, so that she was stood in between his legs.  

“I love you so much.” He whispered gently. She brought her hand up to brush across his now clean but bruised face and sighed. 

“I know.” She dropped a soft kiss onto his lips, careful not to aggravate any cuts further. He would heal fast, he always did. In a few days there would be no evidence of any of these.  

From over in the corner of the jet there came a soft groan “Get a room. Preferably not next to mine.”

*****

It was three hours into the journey before Katie finally told Steve everything. What Tony had said, how he had told her to leave, and that he was ashamed of her, and Steve’s heart broke for her as she cried again, her tears falling to his shoulder as he sat and simply held her before insisting she also took some rest. He knew what Tony had said was bullshit, the man was ridiculously proud of his sister, and he found himself understanding why he had done it. To save her from an impossible choice. Tony was as selfless as the next person where his sister was involved.

About forty-five minutes or so later, when Katie was fast asleep, Bucky woke up and he noticed Steve was sat in the seat at the front, simply staring out of the window.

“Got anything to drink?” He asked, and Steve’s head snapped round.

“Should be some water in the fridge, hang on…” “I lost my arm Punk, not my legs.” Bucky grumbled, heading over to where Steve was directing.

“Glad to see your attitude is still as bad as ever.” Steve raised an eyebrow as Bucky threw a bottle to him which he caught in his right hand.

“Yeah well, there are somethings even being brainwashed can’t get rid of.” Bucky sighed as he headed over to the seat by Steve. Clasping the bottle in his knees he worked the top off with his right hand and took a deep swig.

“Do you really think they can do it? You know, get whatever Hydra put in my head out?”

“T’Challa seems to think so.” Steve nodded, looking at his friend.

“Well, perhaps when he has we can catch up properly.” Bucky’s voice was wistful.

”Like old times huh?” Steve smiled, a twinkle in his eye.

Bucky grinned, before he grew serious again. “You know I did think about finding you, but…” 

Steve looked at him for a moment and then leaned forward slightly. “How much do you remember?”

Bucky sighed, “I remember most things, about my life that is, but at first it was just a big jumble. That’s why I wrote it all down.”

The two men fell silent again, Steve full of his own guilt again for not going back for him that day he fell from the train. He could have spared him all of this.

“How did you do it?” Bucky asked suddenly, making Steve look back at him “Wake up seventy years in the future and just carry on?” “Katie.” Steve answered instantly, not even needing to think about it.  “I came out of the ice, I’d lost everyone I knew, had no idea what to do, but then she turned up. Almost like it was meant to be.”

“I thought Steve Rogers didn’t believe in fate?” Bucky teased “What was it you used to say? You make your own luck?” Steve chuckled “I didn’t, I mean I don’t really, but whatever it was be it fate, luck, circumstance, hell, I’m just glad it happened.” He trailed off, before he carried on. “You know, I loved Peggy but that was nothing to what I feel for Katie. I can’t imagine being without her.”

Bucky looked at his friend, smiling. He had always known that when Steve found the right dame he would fall hard and fast, and it was clear he had. After all of his bad luck before the war, it was nice to see the man so happy and loved. But Bucky wasn’t going to let it lie without the chance to tease his friend. He grinned and looked at him, a cheeky smile spreading across his weary face.

“Yeah she’s pretty hot too. How did a punk like you manage to pull a gal like that?” “Buck!” Steve groaned exasperatedly as Bucky laughed.

“I’m just playing with you Stevie. I’m glad you found someone.” He smiled gently. “Just gutted I wasn’t at the wedding, well properly anyway. You looked happy though when you came out of the church.”

“I was. And I wish you could have been there properly too pal.” Steve’s voice taking on a teasing tone “But Sam made a pretty good substitute best man.”

“Wait, you had Seagull as your best man?” Bucky’s tone was indignant.

“He’s a good friend.” Steve paused again, before he took a deep breath. “You know I haven’t thanked you yet for saving her life.” He nodded over to where Katie was curled up in a seat under a blanket “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.” “Right time right place.” Bucky shrugged “You know, I didn’t recognise her at first, just heard all this screaming and, well she was in a bad way.” “I know.” Steve dropped his head. “They…they hurt her.” Bucky didn’t need to ask what they had done to her. He could imagine.

“She’s okay now though, right?”

“Physically yeah.”  Steve nodded “Mentally, well, she still has nightmares sometimes but don’t we all? She’s strong though, way stronger than me.”

“I dunno from the noises I heard last night you seemed to be pretty strong.” Bucky quipped and Steve groaned

“Sorry, our walls at the compound are soundproof so…” He offered an explanation, blushing again.

“Yeah, well the first time we just kinda ignored it but then when you started again an hour later, then again, well, frankly it was a little gross.”

“Guess we just got a bit carried away.” Steve felt the heat spread up his neck.

“Sam said you were showing off.” Bucky smirked causing Steve to snort. “You got some stamina, bud, I’ll give you that.”

“Something we both thank Dr Erskine for on a regular basis.” Steve shot back cheekily and Bucky barked out a laugh.

At that point the alert on the cockpit started to go and Katie sat up, rubbing her eyes as the noise roused her. Steve shot her a smile, pretty sure he was still blushing, and then turned to look at the dials on the cockpit

“Hey.” She approached the front, dropping her hand to Bucky’s shoulder as she pressed a soft kiss to Steve’s head. “We here?”

“I think so.” Steve frowned, “The co-ords are telling me to drop to 2600, heading 0-3-0…only…”

Katie looked ahead, it was nothing but a thicket of what looked like jungle.

“You trust T’Challa?” she asked, settling in a seat behind him.

“Yeah.”

“Then do it.” She said simply, looking at him like he was an idiot.

Bucky smirked slightly and Steve rolled his eyes, but obeyed all the same. They passed through the trees as they simply disappeared, like a computer image and they were left with the skyline of a beautiful city. Katie let out the breath I hadn’t even realised she had been holding.

“What the fuck?” Bucky whispered, and Steve laughed in agreement.

*****

They were welcomed by T’Challa’s Mother, younger Sister Suri and a few members of his King’s Guard. T’Challa was on his way back from the UN and wouldn’t be back for an hour or so, so in the mean time they were given something to eat and a place to clean up, Katie taking her time in the scalding hot shower in their luxurious suite. Steve had stayed with Bucky and she was glad, as she broke down once more thinking about Tony, wondering where he was. Once she had cried all the tears she had left to cry, she dried off and crawled into the bed passing out almost immediately. She didn’t feel Steve climb in besides her later on that night. He stayed awake for a lot longer than she did, having spent the evening with T’Challa who had filled him in on what the UN had said. Tony was home okay, he knew that much, and the authorities had accepted T’CHalla’s explanation, essentially meaning he, Katie and Bucky were outlaws. For once in his life he had no idea what to do next, and the guilt at dragging her into this was eating him up. With a sigh he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close and drifted into an uneasy sleep.

The next day felt slightly more positive. After breakfast Suri took Bucky into her lab for a scan on his brain. Bucky had worried that going into a scanner would remind him of the machine Hydra used and could bring out the Winter Soldier again, but Suri had simply smiled and shook her head, before using what looked like a beaded bracelet to perform the scan.

Now she stood over a tablet looking at the image.

“Your mind has been fighting this the whole time.” she said tapping a few places on the tablet and bringing up a hologram image of Bucky’s brain for them all to see. She pointed to a bright, pink line which snaked all over the image “That’s what they put in there but it hasn’t melded properly, which I suspect is why you required constant…how to put this…recalibration I suppose.” she pondered something before she turned to look at the soldier and smiled. “I can fix this.”

“Really?”  Bucky said, his head jerking up as he looked at her, his eyes shining.

“I may have to engineer something new equipment wise, and it could take me a few months to do it- but it is reversible.” She nodded, voice oozing with confidence as she looked at the scans of Bucky’s brain on the screen

“How?”  Bucky frowned, hardly daring to believe what she was saying. He would be free…

“I can cut it out.” she said, like it was something she did every day. “Like I say, it has not melded to your brain. Think of it as foreign object, not a part of you, and all foreign objects can be removed.“

Katie squeezed Steve’s hand as Steve let out a loud breath as he looked up at the ceiling. Bucky was going to be ok. He glanced down at his wife who smiled at him, as they both turned to see Bucky’s eyes were wet as he wiped tears off his face. Suri dropped a hand to his shoulder.

“You won’t have to live with this anymore, Sergeant Barnes.” she said to him.

Bucky looked at her, then to Steve before his face crumpled and in a stride Steve had closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around his friend in a brotherly hug as Bucky sat on the bench, unable to believe that he was going to be free, finally free from Hydra. Katie watched the two of them as T’Challa gently squeezed her shoulder as he and Suri made to leave the room. She followed them, pausing in the doorway to turn to look at the two men, Steve stepping back from Bucky to look down at him as he wiped at his face, a teary smile crossing his features.

It had cost them everything, but at least there was something good going to come out of it all.

**** Chapter 33

**Original Posting**

#stark spangled banner #steve rogers #Katie Stark #steve rogers x ofc #steve rogers x original female character #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #mcu #mcu fanfic #chris evans #chris evans characters

[lu-undy]

Un-alone, Chapter 9

Here it is!

“Y’like following rugby, son? I can probably find a channel with it…” 

Philip was switching from channel to channel on the remote.

“I like it but not as much as Dad. I’m ok if you wanna watch somethin’ else, eh.”

“Ah, well… Oh, look, that’s the stuff I’m sure your mum would like, heh.”

Mundy and his uncle were on the sofa with a beer. 

“Oh yeah, she follows a show like that back home. Y’know the kind where it’s all about drama and all…?”

“Yeah, good thing she’s asleep or she’d have started to follow this one, eh?”

Both chuckled between two sips on their fresh beverage. 

“Oh by the way, I wanted to thank you, Micky.”

“What for?” Mundy’s head swung to his uncle. 

“It’s nice to have someone help me with the physio exercises. It gets borin’ when I’m on my own. I feel like it’s goin’ better since you’re here.”

“Oh, well, you’re welcome, it’s not much, eh?”

“Still, makes a difference to me. Thanks, Micky.”

Mundy nodded to his uncle with a smile.

“Mum got tired today, eh?”

“Y’know your mum, restless she is.”

“Yeah…”

“What did you two get to in town this mornin’?” Phil asked and drank a bit more of his beer.

“Ah, uh, Mum wanted to check the big mall she’d seen when she arrived. And we saw it was market day so I drove her there too. Allowed me to have a drive around with the van, get her used to American asphalt, eh?”

“I bet you’re more used to drivin’ in the desert, right?”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Your mum’s been tellin’ me a lot about your job.”

Mundy’s head swooshed to his uncle.

A half surprised, half apprehensive “Oh…” slipped out of his lips. He averted his eyes.

“Apparently you’re real good… I’m proud, son.”

Mundy’s eyes snapped wide. 

“Oh, uh, I mean… Thanks.”

“She even said you worked for the police and all. Y’know, it’s hard for us to admit we’re not big enough for the job and go get help from the outside. You should be proud.”

Mundy nodded but kept his head lowered. 

“I’m serious, Micky. I know your parents won’t tell you, but I’m sure at least part of them are proud of you too.”

Mundy blushed and in the dimness of the evening, it was invisible to his uncle.

“I’ve uh…” Philip resumed. “I’ve called back at work.”

“Oh, is there a problem?”

“Nah, I just wanted to know what kind of job they gave you.”

Mundy’s eyebrows jumped.

“You could’ve just asked me.”

“You’d never have answered, Micky.”

“Yeah, well…”

They exchanged a smile.

“So they told you?” Mundy asked.

“They didn’t. They said it was sensitive info.” 

“Ah…” Mundy scratched the back of his neck. 

“Real proud I am, son. If they call you for stuff like that, then you’re really somethin’!” He gently punched Mundy’s shoulder and the young man chuckled out of nervousness. “C’mon!”

“You told Mum?”

“Nah, I didn’t. She’d worry and make your dad worry with her. But I wanted to chat with you about it. They said they called you in because you’re a brilliant hunter.”

“Y-yeah, I guess.”

“C’mon, quit the modesty, son! You’re amazin’ with a rifle, and talking about your mum, I wanted to ask you somethin’.”

“Yeah?”

“She told me a few things about your work.”

Mundy sighed. He knew it would come, his uncle being proud was too good to be true.

“She’s worried, isn’t she?” He made the call himself.

“Yeah. She’s worried cause-”

“I know, I’m gonna get at the wrong end of a gun one day, I know... “

“Nah, Micky. Not that.”

“What?” Mundy raised a curious eyebrow.

“I mean, yeah, your job’s dangerous and all. But there’s stuff she doesn’t really get about you, you know…?”

“What?” Mundy repeated, oblivious as to where his uncle was going.

“Listen,” Phil lowered the volume on the TV. He looked left and right, as if to make sure that his sister wouldn’t appear out of nowhere. “Your mum’s… not really worried but uh… let’s say curious.”

“About what? Is it about the long trips out with the van?”

“A bit… I mean… Is it for work?”

“Sometimes, yeah. Hunting stuff sometimes takes days, even weeks. But if I know I’m gonna be away for a long time, I sometimes make the trip back home, for Mum and Dad to not get anxious or anything.”

“Why not just tell them straight up that you have to be away for work?”

“Because they don’t like my job.”

“So what? You prefer to go and not say anythin’?”

“Better than pick up another fight with them.” Mundy said. “I’m just tired of it.”

“Of your job?”

“Nah, I love my job. I’m tired with them not likin’ it. I get it, it’s dangerous and I get bruised sometimes. Beasts are rough but… It’s the only thing I know how to do and I love doin’ it. It’s challengin’ work, outdoors. You see beautiful species, get to work with them and all. Beautiful beasts out there in Oz, you know?”

“Look at you… All dreamy eyes and lazy smile.”

Both chuckled. One out of shame in front of his uncle. 

“You really like it, it’s awesome.You looked like you were talkin’ about some girl there.”

“Yea-I guess.” Mundy looked away.

“Hey, now, c’mon, it’s alright, don’t go all red and all, eh?”

“Yeah, well…” The nephew scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Y’know, I fancied a lot of girls back in my days.” Philip started, hoping that Mundy would yield and tell him more about himself. “They looked nice and all but… In all my time, y’know, I was like you now, all red in the face and didn’t really get what they wanted.”

Mundy nodded politely, still uncomfortable.

“But now look at me… Never really managed to talk to them or anything. See, there were a few that were really good.” Philip stared in front of him and Mundy could see that this uncle saw these women in his living-room, as if they were really there. “Oh, they were something, really, and I remember my mum bein’ pushy with me and all…” He shook his head. “Got me in the same state as you are now.” Phil finally made eye-contact with his nephew. 

“Hm.”

Philip waited, hoping for Mundy to open up, but to no avail. When the silence became more than awkward, with the low volume on the TV not enough to distract them back to the screen, Phil broke it. 

“So, uh… You got anybody?”

“You mean…?”

“Yeah, a girl.”

“N-nah, I don’t.”

There was a pause. 

“Anyone in sight?” Phil asked.

“L-look, I’ll uh, I’ll go to bed. It’s late.” 

And as furtive as the wind, Mundy went to the guest room and closed the door before sliding between the sheets. 

His eyes stayed open and his heart was beating faster than he had let it on. Thank God people couldn’t feel the heat rise on his body, or sense his discomfort. If he had been facing beasts, it would have been a completely different story…

Mundy closed his eyes but his brow was still furrowed. 

Ha. It would have happened sooner or later. “The talk”.

Not the teenager edition of it though, no. The grown up one. The “you’re forty, where are my grandkids” one. 

The truth was that Mundy had had that argument - not really a discussion at this point - with his father. It was a few years back, he was alone with him, collecting the eggs around the garden on an early morning, giving Caroline a few extra hours of sleep. 

“So, son… What about sheilas?”

Mundy’s eyebrows twitched but he kept focused on the task at hand.

“Got anyone you wanna introduce to us?” His father Mike insisted. 

“N-nah, not really.”

“Oh… I know we never really talked about it but uh… It’d be nice if you found someone, get yourself a nice sheila and all… Maybe kids?”

Mundy stopped sharp as he was bending down to grab some eggs. 

“Have you thought about it?”

“N-nah.”

“I know that findin’ a good sheila these days is pretty hard but uh… I’m sure there are some left. If you’re a good boy, then there must be a good sheila for you!”

Mundy was red on the cheeks. He looked away.

“Son? Hey…”

Mike put a hand on his son’s shoulder to turn him around and face him. 

“What is it?”

Mundy raised his eyes to him, he looked and wished he could tell him more. Well, there’s a few things he could tell…

“I uh… They’re complicated.”

“Ho, yeah, they are…!” Mike chuckled and nodded. “When I first met your mum, she was a puzzle and a half to me!”

Mundy smiled. That wasn’t exactly what he had meant but as long as his father got an answer that he deemed satisfactory, then he wouldn’t talk about any of that for a while. He wasn’t proud of it, but that had always been Mundy’s strategy, buying time. Until what? God only knew. One thing was for sure, the Aussie couldn’t tell the truth to his parents. They would never understand and it was hard enough to impose his job on them. He didn’t have the strength and patience to try to impose anything else. 

And what was the truth in the end?

Well, to put it simply, Mundy had had a few adventures, here and there, a few girls.

The last one was years ago. Julia she was called. Outgoing, funny, and quite pretty she was. They had met in a pub and of course, she had taken the first step to him, as he went to get a pint after his little performance with the sax. 

They had joked and laughed and spent quite a nice evening, all the way till the pub was closing. They found themselves outside, the cold air of the deep night hitting their skin in the most pleasant way after simmering in the hot pub for hours. 

"Can you give me a ride home?" She had asked. 

"Uh, sure. Me van's right there." Mundy carried his saxophone case in one hand and pointed to his van as they both approached it. 

"Wow, that's cool…! Livin' on the roads, huh?" 

"Sometimes." 

"Free as a bird." 

They exchanged a look and a smile as Mundy unlocked it. 

"I'll just put the sax back, gimme a sec."

"Oh, uh, can I see what it looks like inside?" 

He had blushed. 

"Uh, I-I didn't tidy it up or anything. The place is a downright mess right now…"

"Please, c'mon, just to see how you fit in there." She joked. 

"What?" 

"You're so tall, I'm sure you have to bend down once you're in!"

They chuckled. 

"Nah, I don't."

"I don't believe you…" She teased and Mundy sighed. "Right, right, come and have a look then…" 

He opened the backdoor and jumped in. He put the saxophone away and as he turned back to Julia, she also had slipped in. 

"See how - oh… Uh… I mean…" Mundy was confused. She could have asked before entering and why was she closing the door now? "Julia? Uh… Oh…"

She had walked to him, in the dark, and pushed herself against him. Lacing her hand around his neck, she had pushed herself to the tip of her toes to reach him. She pushed her lips against his and Mundy's eyes snapped wide. 

Julia let her hands slowly trail on his polo shirt, while Mundy was petrified, a billion questions fusing in his head. 

She pushed him gently until his back was against the ladder leading to his bunk bed. That's when she slid her hands under his shirt and started to feel his bare skin, his stomach, soft, but not too much, his lean chest and his ribs making his skin wave right above them. Hairs on the chest and a trail down his stomach until her fingers bumped on his trousers and belt. 

Mundy didn't know how to react, what to say, so he let it happen. 

She unbuckled the belt and lost no time. Julia pushed them down, along with his boxer shorts and started pawing at his hips before her hands slid behind. Small but soft, and it all fit in her hands. He felt her smile against his lips. He closed his eyes and frowned. 

"C'mon, get up there…" She said, as if she had owned the place, and afraid as he was, Mundy obeyed. 

He wasn't scared of Julia herself. He wasn't scared of what she would do to him. Nah, of course not. He was scared of his own body and its reactions. 

Or rather, the lack thereof. 

When both were on the bed, Mundy started feeling Julia's hot and naked skin against his. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to imagine what he needed. 

She went down on him, taking a taste of every bit she pleased until her head was between Mundy's thighs. 

"Oh…"

She took it for a moan, but it was only surprise. That sheila was losing no bloody time. 

She worked on him and Mundy tried. He waved his hips in rhythm, shutting his eyes and curling up his toes, holding his breath. His efforts got him sweating and more embarrassed by the minute. 

At some point of course, she stopped. Not because she didn't want to proceed, but because Mundy's body wasn't reacting at all. He wasn't moaning, he wasn't relaxing, he wasn't enjoying himself. 

"Is there a problem?" 

Her voice made Mundy's eyes snap open in a fraction of a second. He felt ashamed, embarrassed beyond what words could describe. God damn it! Even drunk he couldn't fake it! Even trying to picture someone else in her stead he couldn't get his body to warm up to the idea?! 

"N-nah, I mean…"

"Don't lie to me, Mundy. It's been a long while of me ignoring it but I can't do anythin' to you.  You don't like it or what?" 

"No, nah, I do like it, it's just… uh…"

"So it's me? You don't like me? You find me ugly or somethin'?" 

Mundy's eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could see Julia's naked silhouette. All the curves were where a man would dream them to be. 

"No, you look fine - I mean, you look great…"

"Look, just be honest with me or I can just leave and get back home." 

She waited and Mundy's brain was running faster than a hamster in a wheel. 

"Uh - I mean…. Uhm…" 

He tried to find a way to say the words but his mouth was petrified, his skull was pressing hard on his brain and his vision had tunnelled to her eyes. 

"M'sorry…" He said and looked away. 

"Fuck's sake…" She sighed and got down his bed before dressing up hastily and leaving, slamming the door shut on her way out. 

Mundy was left as he was right now: on his bed alone, thinking about himself. 

Bloody hell. 

He had tried everything with sheilas, nothing had worked. He had tried to go for tomboys, for the most masculine of them all, trying to convince himself that they were his style but no. As close to a man as he found them, they were never a man. 

The Aussie turned in his bed and now faced the wall, in his uncle's guest room. 

He had tried very hard, for his parents, for himself. He had tried cheap magazines with all kinds of girls, he had let his friends set him up with women they thought would suit him. 

It was always the same. The same bloody curse. 

Chatting was fine. More than that? He didn't feel like it. 

He had stopped seeing his friends. He had run out of excuses to give them as to why the girls they sent him didn't suit him. They had stopped looking for him too, they just thought he was atrociously picky and naturally, the distance grew between those people that Mundy once used to call “mates”. 

Between his parents not liking his job one bit and his friends not understanding him either, Mundy found himself alone. At times, he wished it was different but most of the time, he lived perfectly in his little bubble. 

It was only when people challenged his bubble, came a bit too close with a needle and poked, that he retracted within himself, like a snail to his shell. 

Thinking about that night with Julia again, he felt it all come back to him. The indescribable shame, the look she had given him of disappointment, frustration, and the fact that he had led her to think that she could have more fun time with him, a lie? Nah, he had never dropped any, uh, hints, or anything to make her believe that he wanted her on his bed and between his legs, fiddling with his intimacy, in vain. 

Mundy could hardly face the truth himself. 

On the occasion of his body asking him to take care of his needs, he would close his eyes and imagine a tone and lean body, soft skin of any color, he couldn’t care less. The only thing he asked of that image, was that it was of a… male body. No feminine curves, no tiny waist for large hips. Mundy liked a bit of hair on his model, on the chest, on his forearms, his thighs and of course, in between them. 

He fantasised vividly about the lean silhouette slowly peeling his clothes off of himself, the fabrics gently sliding down like the petals of a flower that opens to reveal all its colours. Oh Gosh, the shoulders, slightly smaller than his own, a thin waist, the V-line on the hips that slipped under his trousers… Bloody hell.

Mundy closed his eyes. 

The silhouette turned to give him his back and he heard the metallic click of a belt being unbuckled, before he saw the trousers follow the thin legs all the way down to the floor in front of him. As he raised his eyes again, he saw that the underwear had been pushed down too and his gaze met with what had some effect on his body. 

Mundy bit his lip. 

In his mind, he extended his hands and touched, just a graze of the tip of his calloused fingers on the man’s backside before he cupped it and squeezed. Mmh, soft, yet one could feel the underlying muscle. He pulled him closer and the silhouette turned to face him. Bloody hell, what a sight… 

Mundy went on in his dream and fell asleep. 

A thought had always stood at the back of his mind, whenever he imagined what his body wanted. He had never imagined the face, never imagined anything that could make that person special or recognisable. And it was crucial that it stayed that way. Mundy didn’t want to imagine anything specific. 

It could be anyone, he could be him, he could be that one, it could even be...

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #unalone

[gukgis]

my pizza delivery story | jjk

imagine you were ordering pizza, and you see a cute delivery boy at your doorstep :))

‣ pairing: jungkook x reader

‣ genre: CRACK, fluff!! | deliveryboy!jungkook au

‣ word count: 1.0k

‣ a/n: i was literally cONTEMPLATING on whether to post this or not bc i just wasn’t proud of it and the idea was there but the execution wasn’t, well for me i think but it’s a good thing it’s not on my main masterlist kekeke idk i hope you like it it’s my first time so hopefully i’ll get better as i continue writing!! and the writing is gonna be different ?? i’m just experimenting with it and it’s not edited so :D

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as soon as your homemade pizza got out of the oven, your face went D:

LOOK

this was your one attempt at cooking since you’re basically becoming an adult and you need to take care of yourself.

but you lazy and hungry 😔✊✊

you’ve been ordering takeouts all the time and it was time to cut back.

but you suck at cooking hence the horrible homemade pizza.

you gave your pizza to your brother since you care about your lil brother and don’t want him to starve since there’s nothing to eat.

however, you just knew what he’s going to say

“it sucks.” your brother chews obnOXIOUSLY while playing his videos games.

he still eats it nonchalantly, “i don’t understand why you can’t just order pizza?1?1?1? or smth.”

you mumbled, “weLL,,, mom and dad are gone for a bit so i had to make something so you wouldn’t sTARVE to death.”

your brother turned around to look at you, “sis, just order pizza pls 🥺🥺” then your brother reversed uno to his game and uttered, “and close the door on the way out, thanks.”

😐😐😐😐 you rambled quietly to yourself as you closed his door, “i do one nice thing and he just doesn’t apprec-”.

so you ordered pizza and waited until the doorbell rang.

YES IM HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYYY 😡😡

i’m getting all the good pizza slices, and make him get his oWN PIZZA by no-

your thoughts got interrupted when you opened the door to see a very H O T delivery boy and the looks from his tag on his shirt, his name is jungkook.

love @ first sight

“large pepperoni pizza with buffalo wings?” he asked, lifting his head up.

then you started to get hesitant by the way you dressed. sweatpants, shirts with a bit of spilled water on it, and messy ponytail. just great.

“yes that’s correct.” you tried to make eye contact but his eye contact is tOO STRONG, so you looked away.

jungkook stuttered, “y-y/n right?”

“uh yeaH, that’s my name. how did you know?” you questioned with a surprised look on your face.

“oH no!! i meant that the name that you placed while ordering is the correct order right?” he showed the receipt with your name on it, “i wanted to make su-”

“-oH yeah hAHAHAHAH sorRy yeah it’s y/n.” you smile sheepishly while thinking you idiot HOW ELSE WOULD HE KNOW UR NAME

“that’ll be $22 please.” jungkook says, grinning rEALLY CUTELY.

:o “omg!! i don’t have money with me, hold on!!” you hurriedly went into your room and took the money from your desk that was wAITING FOR YOU TAKE BUT YOU’RE A FORGETFUL PERSON.

then i gave him the money and quickly grabbed the food, “have a nice d-” and sLAMMMED THE DOOR.

oh no

he was going to say something nice :((((((((((((( you mean you knew what he was going to say but you SLAMMED THE DOOR AT HIS FACE 😤

hate life 👊👊👊👊

you leaned back at the door, still holding the pizza until your brother yanked it, “thanks for the pizza sis.”

———

oKaY

until now you have been spending some time and spending a few $$$$$ at the specific pizza place where jungkook is at.

you’ve actually cleaned up for yourself a bit so that way he doesn’t think you’re a slob and/or a weirdo :)

you feel like you guys have been getting along??? you mean you guys are now calling each other by your guy’s first name,, and he’s the one that’s been delivering your orders!!1!!

......or was that a coincidence?

wELLL you need to take that chance and ask for his number!!

but i don’t want to 🥺👉👈 but i nEED TOOOOO you’ve been putting it off way too long. yOU CANT THINK OF THE WHAT IFS,, JUST GOOOOO, do ITTT

“that’ll be $22 like the usual y/n.” he grinned politely. “unless you forgot the money like the past few times?” jungkook teases.

you chuckled nervously, “ahhhh noo i have the money right here don’t worry!” he lifted his head up and you spoke again, “nOT that you were worrying or anything!! i-i just um...”

you didn’t finish your sentence and quickly hold out the money. jungkook mumbles quietly to himself “cute.” thinking you didn’t hear him but you did, this is a good sign.

you grabbed your order but you saw something that you didn’t order?? so you were veryy confused. “sorry but i didn’t order this... casserole???” you spoke while trying to give it back to him.

jungkook shook his head “uh nO, it’s free!! it’s a complimentary thing since someone have noticed that you’ve been ordering at our place quite often.” he smiled.

“OH was it hyunjin??? he’s always so nice when he’s accepting my delivery calls :D” you commented obliviously.

jungkook pokes his tongue inside his cheek but luckily you didn’t notice, “nope, it was me.” you looked up, “have a nice day y/n.” he winked.

ok now, this is your chance this is your chance 3x he called u cute, that is something??? HE ALSO GAVE U FREE FOOD so just say can i have your number? that’s it, that’s all easy pEASY just say it, just sAY IT just SA-

he’s about to walk away and you panicked and blurted out, “i dONT HAVE A BOYFRIEND!1!!!!1!”

jungkook frozed in his spot, and turned around, “h-huh??” he stuttered.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUC-

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so for the next few days, you haven’t been ordering pizza, especially tHAT PIZZA PLACE.

you were just too embarrassed and decided to never eat pizza ever again :))))))))))))))

until that day, the bell rang. i peeked through the peephole and yOU COULDNT BELIEVE MY EYES

it’s fLIPPING tHE CUTE DELIVERY BOY what i didn-

“aiiiiii can u just get my pizza!!!!!” your brother yelled. but before you can argue, “iM A BIT BUSY IN THE BATHROOM RNN THE MONEY IS NEAR THE DOOR.” he added.

he’s getting murdered 🤠

weLL great. i have to open the door,, kms.

you grabbed the money, open the money, gave him the money, and was about to close the door until

“w-wait!” jungkook cleared his throat.

your reaction:

you’re holding onto the door for deAR life, waiting for him say something aNYThing, getting ready for the humiliation.

jungkook then goes, “i-i..... i don’t have a girlfriend either.”

D: to :o to :D

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[knchins]

ALLLYYYYYYY CONGRATS AGAIN ON 1K!! :D 🌈✨🥂🤩 i wanted a matchup bit i get super duper self conscious typing them out aisnwkwkns is it 🐾sible to get one based on how much u know abt me? 😳👉👈 it’s ok if not!!

Io!! Yes of course! I’ll do my best with what I know about you :>

I match you with...

Hizashi Yamada!!

Chaotic? yes. Loyal and loving? Also yes!

Hizashi would be a very fun partner. He’s playful and loud, but he’s also very considerate and caring. His love for you runs deep and if anyone tries to hurt you, they have to go through him first! He has a good sense about people and could tell from the start how amazing you are.

He’s a DJ so he knows all the best music and would love to make new playlists for you to enjoy. He doesn’t mind branching out to other genres that he may not be totally familiar with, but honestly its hard to find any music that he doesn’t enjoy. Instead of asking you out forthright, he actually made you a mix tape that basically got his message across for him. Of course you accepted.

Not only does he know his music, he also loves dancing! This is perfect because he could dance all night with you! Similarly he also enjoys just watching you or helping you come up with choreography. He’s just a well rounded guy when it comes to the music industry.

He’d also find creative ways to help you study or motivate you to get your work done. If you have a creative block then he does anything in his power to help get your creativity back!

Perfect date would be going out on the town, dancing and enjoying each other’s company. Maybe even a bit of karaoke if you’re feeling brave enough! Well Hizashi definitely feels brave enough but he won’t force you up on stage if you don’t want to.

Akiteru Tsukishima!!

Plus that makes Kei kinda like your little brother too, right?? What a nightmare.

Akiteru would definitely make for a great boyfriend. He’s devoted and kind, and isn’t a total ass like his brother. He’s also really perceptive so he knows if you’re feeling down or need a little cheering up! He’s great at making you laugh and loves making you smile.

He loves that you’re multilingual and have a multitude of creative talents. Really he’s very proud to show you off and definitely feels like he has the best girlfriend out of all his friends. He enjoys letting you do tarot readings on him and makes it a habit of asking what his horoscope is every morning. He could just look it up himself but he prefers you to tell him.

Though he will poke fun at you, it’s never in a malicious way. It’s simply a way to get you to laugh. If his brother says something he thinks is out of line though, he is quick to put him in his place. His jokes are good natured while the same can’t always be said for Kei. Still, Akiteru won’t let his brother bully you.

You both are kind and caring and have a deep emotional connection as you’re both water signs. He’s also good at hyping you up and encouraging you to complete projects or hone your craft. He’s your very best personal cheerleader which is always nice to have. A bit unrelated but he could give you all the cute stationary you could ever ask from from his work.

The perfect date would probably be going to one of Kei’s volleyball games after a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant. You can both cheer on the brat from the sideline, much to his chagrin.

Edgar Allen Poe!!

Not only a good boyfriend but also a great editor!

Poe is a bit shy, but he definitely asked you out via poetry. It was a bit convoluted and really long, but you definitely appreciated the sweet sentiment. Hopefully it didn’t get too dark for you, sometimes he doesn’t realize that not everyone is into the macabre.

As a writer himself, he definitely loves that one of your hobbies is also writing. You would definitely take turns editing each others works and giving constructive critiques. Of course, he’ll ask if you think his latest mystery is unsolvable enough to send to Ranpo but you’ll be honest with him which he appreciates. You also both help each other when you hit a block, usually by going out on dates or providing some sort of distraction until the creative juices can flow again.

Your creativity definitely is one of the things that first attracted him to you. He believes that your ideas are limitless and it is always fun for him to bounce off new plot ideas with you. You also help him to write realistic woman characters which a lot of male writers tend to falter on. Overall this makes him a better, well-rounded writer and he enjoys the positive reviews he gets on his characterization.

Also he has a pet raccoon! Karl and Cutiepie would make for such cute companions together. Poe loves and cares for Cutiepie just as you do for Karl. It’s really cute how your pets can get along just as well as you do. Perhaps Karl could teach Cutiepie how to ride on your shoulders....

The perfect date would be mystery theater! The interactive kind where you have to figure out who the killer is. The food will be great and the entertainment is even better. Poe would definitely figure it out first, but only with your help. It would be very memorable and fun!

Akitaru Obi!!

His a big beefy captain, what more is there to love?

Obi is such a dedicated and loving partner that anyone would be lucky to have him! He’s a natural born leader just like you and has a keen sense of justice. He also has a good sense of humor and doesn’t mind joking around to lighten the mood. Though he is definitely the type to be serious when the situation calls for it.

He love working out and sees dancing as a great cardio routine. He’d definitely ask you to teach him so that you both could enjoy it together. While it’s not a traditional workout, it can definitely get the heart rate up and sweat flowing. Plus it never hurts to be limber, no matter how big you are! Especially when doing active and dangerous work like battling infernals.

While he’s definitely more of a rock music fan, he doesn’t mind listening to pop. Plus It can just be fun to listen to somethings. He’ll let you pick a new song or artist for him and he’ll give his honest opinion on how he feels about it. He’ll do the same for you. It’s a bonding experience you both share that he truly enjoys.

Obi prefers dogs to cats but he’ll still be a great cat dad to Cutiepie. Though if he falls asleep on his workout equipment, Obi definitely wouldn’t have the hear to move him and would resign to doing something else. That can frustrate him a bit but only because he cares.

The perfect date I think would probably be a concert of your choosing. He would gladly pay for the tickets, not really caring who the artist was as long as you were happy to see them. He’d definitely lift you up on his shoulders so you could get the perfect view from the crowd, though the people behind you aren’t so happy about it.

Megumi Fushiguro!!

He can kind of be an enigma sometimes but he’s very devoted to you.

Megumi took a while to open up, he tends to keep his thoughts and feelings private, but through time you were able to crack through that outer wall of his and see him for who he really is. Because of this you can read him fairly well which means he doesn’t have to worry about being overly expressive. His kind heart makes him an excellent partner and he’ll fight anyone that tries to lay a hand on you.

He has a clear sense of good and bad, but you do help him see that the world isn’t necessary black and white like he tends to view it. This does help him grow as a sorcerer and challenge his initial perception of people. His cold demeanor against people he feels aren’t worth saving is a bit thawed out, enabling him to help more people in the end.

Also he has his arsenal of adorable shikigami to play with! If you’re feeling down or maybe need your spirits lifted up, he’ll deploy his divine dogs to devour you with love and affection. Their playfully puppy-like attitude when not on the battlefield makes them super fun to play with and be around. They will also be respectful of any other animals in the area and won’t chase and harass them. There’s also Rabbit Escape where he can cover you with a pile of fluffy bunnies.

Megumi isn’t very creative himself so he really enjoys the fact that he has a partner who is. He also quite enjoys reading, though he prefers nonfiction he would definitely read anything that you write and tell you how he feels about it.

The perfect date would entail Megumi cooking for you! He’d make all your favorite foods and you could eat by candlelight before snuggling on the couch with a good movie. It’s simple but sweet and he enjoys the comfortable laid-back atmosphere you bring.

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Survey #410

“oh baby, baby, does she take a piece of lime for the drink that i’ma buy her, do you know just what she likes?

Do you put candy canes on your Christmas tree? Ye. Have you ever written/drawn/painted random stuff on your bedroom wall? No. What do you currently hear? A slowed w/ reverb version of "If U Seek Amy" by Britney Spears. Yes, I have a serious thing for these edits of childhood songs, ha ha. Actually, no shame, I still love Britney lmao. What's your favorite flavor of Doritos? Cool Ranch. Do you like bagels? Yep. Do you ever worry about what the world will be like when you have kids? I ain't having any of those, so I don't have to worry about that. Have you ever seen a hippo in person? At a zoo, yes. Are you any good at HTML? Noooo. When was the last time you did something you knew was wrong? Recently, because I'm awful about downloading things illegally. What was the last thing you downloaded on your computer? A picture. Do you ever cry just to get your way? Hi, I'm 25. I at least have SOME adult traits. Have you ever been to any professional sports games? Yes. What's the most boring sport to watch? The only sport I enjoy watching is dance, so. I think golf has to take the cake for the absolute worst, though. Do you like lip rings on the opposite sex? UGH I just love lip rings on anybody. Do you have good or bad vision? Literally awful. Have you ever parked in a handicapped spot when you weren't supposed to? Hell no. That is so fucking inconsiderate and lazy. Have you ever been to a different country? No. When was the last time you finger-painted? Nooo idea. Probably not since I was a little kid. Do you say car-mel or car-A-mel? "Care-uh-mel." When you get out of the shower, do you use one or two towels? One. Are you uncomfortable with changing clothes in front of others? Absolutely yes. Hell, I don't think I ever really changed in front of Jason back in the day, so that says something about how self-conscious I was with a FIT body. Never mind this catastrophe I own now. Which is worse: Runny nose or stuffy nose? Both suck, but stuffy drives me absolutely INSANE. Who's been the most influential person in your life? My mom. Do you have any tan lines? Ha, yeah, no. How many different schools have you gone to? Six. Do you know how to slow dance? I mean, yes? It's not complicated. Have you ever taken The Impossible Quiz? (If not, you should Google it. :D) No, and I'll never waste my time doing that shit. I've watched people play and beat it, but it seems like such frustrating, pointless madness with zero rhyme or reason behind it. Has someone that you liked told you that you are a waste of their time? No. Who is the last person you were in a car with? Mom. In the next 6 months, what are you looking forward to most? Ummmm Christmas, maybe? That's always exciting. Is there anyone who hates you? Probably. Who were you with the last time you went out for food? Mom. If your boyfriend or girlfriend smoked pot, would you care? Eh... I guess if it was for medicinal purposes, I would be okay with it. I'm not keen on dating a smoker of anything. Do you want to start over with anyone? Just Jason, at least sometimes. It'd be really, really nice if we could be friends again and just forget about who we were all those years ago, but I genuinely doubt my ability to be "just friends" with him. Even though I haven't spoken to this dude in over FOUR YEARS, and I'm sure he's changed a lot, just like I have. We might not even be compatible anymore. As much as I may want it, I think it's probably for the better we remain unassociated. Do you eat the crust of your sandwiches? It's what I eat first. Are you completely over your last relationship? Not "completely," no. I still love her, but I'm in a headspace of accepting that now is not the right time with unfit conditions. What hoodie did you wear last? My Pikachu one, which is the one I pretty much always wear. Do you listen to Incubus? Probably surprisingly, no. I don't know if I've even heard a song. Do you wear flip-flops during the winter? More like always. Do you like the smell of Axe? If you don't use an obnoxious amount, yeah. What do you think of feminists? Absolutely necessary as pilots for change. HOWEVER, I do believe some can take the concept waaaay too far. Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence? Dad, probably. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Oh my god, GUYS. It was my niece's birthday last month, and she did the CUTEST shit. She used to be very, very opposed to getting even slightly dirty (I mean like a speck of dirt on her would make her cry), and this kid decided to just C H O M P into her cupcake and get the frosting ALL over her face. She had two and got so messy, and that angel was just laughing hysterically about it. That girl is such a damn gift. Safe to say she was bouncing off the walls that night. Did you hug one of your parents today? No. Do you tan in the nude? I don't tan, period. Have you ever put a lot of thought and effort into a gift for somebody, only for them to act like it didn’t really matter to them? Oh god, no. That would really, really hurt, because I genuinely do try to be very thoughtful with my gifts. Do you follow the ‘five second rule’ when you drop food on the ground? NOOOOOOO. It's just a bullshit myth. I am NOT eating food that's been on the floor for a millisecond. If you had to describe yourself using a colour, which colour would you be? Maybe like... navy blue? Kinda dark and somber, but also has a calmness to it. Have you ever had to use another person’s toothbrush before? What were the circumstances? I WOULD FUCKING NEVER. Omg that is so gross. Have you ever crashed a car? No. Do you have a garden? Does it have flowers, vegetables, or both? No. Where do you want to raise your kids? I don't want kids, but if I did, absolutely surrounded by nature and animals. Have you ever been to Cracker Barrel? Yeah, I love it there. Damn, now I want some, lol. Have you ever seen a ghost? I sure as fuck saw something. As soon as you find out you are pregnant, who will you first tell? Who says I'm ever going to BE pregnant? 'Cuz it sure isn't in my plans. But hypothetically, the dad. Have you ever won a game of Minesweeper? Like ever? I've never played it. Who is your best guy friend(s)? Girt. I really should chat with him soon, it's been too long. If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it? I'd keep it. Make me look more badass. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ What is your hair naturally like? Brown and kinda-sorta wavy. Have you ever stared at a stranger and they said something to you about it? No; I don't stare at people. Is your father very protective of you? I wouldn't say "very protective," no. What would you do if your hero died? ffffffUCK THIS QUESTION HOW ABOUT NO HE'S NOT ALLOWED THAT'S VERY ILLEGAL Where was your first date at with your current lover? I don't have one currently. Are you friendly in the morning, or are you barely awake? Depends on how much sleep I got, but I'm generally in my best mood in the morning. Did your parents force you to go to church? Mom did. What made you pick up the last book you started reading? It was the next book in the series I'm reading, Wings of Fire. When was the last time you went somewhere for the first time? Hm. I dunno. Hypothetically and generally speaking, how would you go about breaking up with someone? Is there anything you would make sure to say, or perhaps not say? I mean it would really depend on WHY I was breaking up with them, but I guess in most situations I'd try to meet them face-to-face and explain why I wanted to cut things off. I think it'd be important for them to hear my tone of voice, and I think physically meeting somewhere would show that I care enough for them to cut time out of my day to see them and try to hurt them as least as possible, given the situation. What do you find particularly offensive? Would you say you’re easy or difficult to offend? DO NOT in even a minor way ridicule mental illness or belittle victims as "weak" or pull the "it's just in their head" bullshit. The misuse of the term "retard(ed)" also genuinely offends me. I wouldn't say I'm easy to offend, either. What was the last chore you completed? Changing my cat's litter. When was the last time someone saw you naked? It's been a loooong time, and it would've only been my mom when I was like, going into a shower or something. If you could bring someone back from the dead and spend an hour with them, who would it be and what would you do/say? Probably Steve Irwin. I'd go on and on about how his family has carried his legacy so brilliantly, and show him aaaaaall the public pictures of Bindi and Grace, especially. God, that man would be so proud of them all. What is the greatest lost you’ve endured? My first "real" boyfriend. How would you describe your current mood? A mix of tired and anxious. I don't feel like going to bed yet, and the storm we've got passing through has me nervous about tornadoes 'n shit. Do you ever drink or get high alone? I've had some light drinks alone. What is the “worst” drug you’ve done? Are there any you will never try, or any you want to try? I've never done any illicit drugs, and I don't want to. What is the most personal thing you’re willing to reveal? Probably that I've had a pilonidal cyst. It's awkward to explain, but I'll share it anyway if there's a good reason to/I'm asked or something. What made you stop talking to the last person you cut out of your life? Her just being the most toxic, drama-filled person with the biggest victim complex of any human I've ever met. Who was the last person to yell at you? Did you yell back? Mom, and my voice was raised. Where do you like to be kissed? This depends on how serious we are. Can go from just the cheek to a lot of places. Which season is your least favorite and why? Summer, because it's too goddamn hot and humid. Who, if anyone, do you compare yourself to most? Probably my little sister. She's on such a successful path, and then there's like... me lmao. Do you have a night-light in your bedroom? If so, what does it look like? No. What is your favorite breakfast food? How often do you get to eat it? Cinnamon rollssssss. I have 'em very rarely, though. I'll eat too many of them, which I definitely don't need. What is your favorite thing about autumn? What about your least favorite thing? AHHHHHH EVERYTHING. I love Halloween and the decorations that come with it, the changing leaves, the crisp air... just all of it. :') Who was the last person you asked for help? Mom, I'm sure.

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