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Church Encounters: Chapter 7

-- we're throwing in some angst in this one because life is rarely smooth sailing, hope y'all still like it. Thank you for your continued support, we are obsessed with this.

This fic was written in collaboration with @Igg5989 you can find this fic on her tumblr and her Ao3!

Tw. Child neglect, brief mention of parentification, physical abuse, death and I think that's it?

Previous Part

Taglist: @acarboni21 @unsurebuttrying @dempy @peaches-1998 @bbooks-and-teas --

“-- phone number is on the fridge, as well as both my parents’ and Beau’s mother’s number if there’s a problem. Bedtime is at 8 for the little ones and the boys go when they want to. Don’t forget prayers and teeth, even if I know you won’t --”

Elisabeth Simpson had employed you every Friday for the past three years to watch over the children in the small amount of time between her attending her book club, and her husband coming home from work. Even though you were a seasoned babysitter, having cared for the children right through the newborn phase, the I-will-eat-everything phase, the terrible twos and innumerable flus, colds and allergic reactions, she still gave you the same speech every Friday evening. You couldn’t judge, you would have been the same if you had had to leave your children.

“Don’t worry, I got everything under control,” You laughed a little, “Besides, it’s only until Admiral Simpson comes home, so even if there’s a problem, I’m sure we can wait until he gets here,” You said, rattling off the same script you always did.

And as always, she glanced at you one last time, waved her children goodbye and walked out of the house. You turned around clapping your hands together.

“Right, kids. What are we watching tonight?” You asked.

The triplets loudly demanded Dora The Explorer. Matthew wanted Stranger Things, and Peter offered to watch “A classic display of cinematographic genius”. After scolding Peter for even asking to watch The Texas Chainsaw Massacre in the presence of his younger sisters, you compromised by setting up what you wanted to watch: Love, Actually. The boys groaned but came around at the sight of Keira Knightly. Picking up your buckets of popcorn you all piled onto the couch, you started the film.

The credits had just started to roll when you heard the noise of keys jingling in the lock. A minute later, an exhausted Admiral walked into the room. He kissed his children on the head and spared you a wave before beelining for the shower. You set to work herding the girls into the other bathroom and brushed their teeth, managing, somehow, not to get bitten. You combed their curly brown hair and braided it nicely and then, after one last trip to the toilet, you corralled them into their room. They all knelt by their beds and held their hands together for their bedtime prayer. You didn’t even have to guide them as they mumbled

“Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

Angels guard me through the night,

And wake me up with the morning light.

Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,

Bless this bed that I lie on,

Four corners to my bed,

Four angels round my head.

One to watch and One to pray

And two to bare my soul away.”

You watched over them as they finished and climbed into their bed. They pulled the duvet up to their chins and clutched their teddy bears tightly as they slowly drifted off to sleep. You pushed yourself against the door you had been leaning on with a shiver, you had never quite noticed how macabre the second half of the prayer was until it was spoken in perfect unison by three little girls, getting ready to sleep.

You didn’t hear the door behind you creak open and Cyclone sneak in, “I don’t know why they do that last part. We didn’t teach them…” He whispered and you damn near jumped out of your skin. Holding in the urge to hit your superior officer, you opted to shoot him your most scalding glare instead. He smirked.

“Peter has the Texas Chainsaw Massacre ready to go,” He added, nodding towards the living room.

“That film is so not appropriate for a sixteen and a fourteen year old!” You whispered back.

“I told them they could but not to come crying to me if they were too scared,” He shrugged. You looked at him for a minute, trying to figure out if you needed to put up more of a fight against this and deciding not to. He was their father after all, Elisabeth could blame him if they couldn’t sleep.

“This better not be a repeat of Stephen King’s IT,” You warned as you followed him into the livingroom.

Cyclone handed you another bucket of popcorn and pulled out a coke from the fridge for all of you, now that the three sugar fiends had been peacefully tucked away in their room. He pressed play and the film started.

“Can I just remind you that YOU were scared of Stephen King’s IT,” Peter told you, seemingly unable to remind you of that fact for more than ten minutes, “So scared, in fact, that Dad had to walk you home.”

“No. No no. I wasn’t scared,” You lied, “I was worried, there had been a few things in the news that made me worried to go out there alone.”

“Riiiiight,” He said, turning his attention to the tv screen, “Were you also worried when we watched The Woman in Black? And Misery --”

“Okay, Misery was terrifying and you know it,” you butted in before he could finish.

Peter let out another snicker, “Fine, but you were scared of Stranger Things.”

You huffed with frustration, “I was not! Admiral, your children are liars.”

“Alright, alright, alright,” Admiral Simpson laughed, trying to put an end to the bickering.

Peter looked at you with a look of mock betrayal, “You traitorous snitch!” He exclaimed before wrestling the pillow he was leaning against from underneath him and placing a well-aimed swing at your figure. Popcorn flew everywhere as you dropped the bucket and let it fall to the floor. You curled up as small as you could, trying not to laugh too loudly so as to not wake up the girls, but the hits kept coming. Somewhere along the way, Matthew joined in swinging wildly with as many pillows as he could hold.

You were viciously attacked until Cyclone stepped in. He threw a blanket in the air, it landed perfectly on both boys, taking advantage of their temporary target loss he picked them both up from the waist and carried them straight to their room where you heard him throw them onto their beds.

Their change of terrain didn’t bother them too much as they immediately bounced back onto their feet. Cyclone quickly ran out of the room and blocked the door from the outside. The boys laughed as they fought but eventually their energy petered out and the banging on the door stopped.

You checked up on the girls as you heard Admiral Simpson bid his sons goodnight. They were still peacefully unaware of the terrible battle that had occurred right outside their bedroom door, and it was all for the best, they may have been little but they seemed to run on duracell batteries whenever chaos was being stirred.

“I think we’re good,” You said, walking back into the kitchen to find your boss already sweeping popcorn into a bin bag, “We’ll need to mop, I had butter on mine,” You added.

Cyclone grimaced, “I don’t know how you can eat that stuff.”

“I don’t know why you hate it so much, it’s really good,” you said smiling.

He rolled his eyes at you, “It’s greasy, and it makes your fingers dirty.”

You let out a laugh before firing back, “Oh, right, I’m sorry. I forgot I was talking to the man who eats cheetos with chopsticks.”

“I should never have told you that,” He sighed, “So, I heard you visited Texas with Seresin.”

“Yeah, we went for Thanksgiving,” you said, feeling like you needed to be a little more guarded.

Cyclone hummed, “Peter was sad to hear you wouldn’t be joining us this year. I think he has a crush,” He smirked, then after a moment, he grew serious again, “Is he treating you right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, he’s really nice.”

“Okay, but he’s not --” Cyclone rubbed his nose like he did whenever he was about to ask something he was dreading the answer to. You had seen it happen enough times with Maverick to recognise it before he even moved his hand, “He’s not pressuring you into --”

Scrunching your nose, you looked at him, “Ew.”

“I’m just saying, I know his reputation. I want to make sure, Y/n, that you are safe,” Cyclone said, letting out a deep breath.

You gave him a look that said you did not want to be doing this, “I am not having this conversation with my boss.”

He rolled his eyes at you, “You called me Dad last week.”

“I hate you so much,” You said and Admiral Simpson laughed.

“He doesn’t pressure me into anything. He’s been really good to me, his family were a little… cold.. At first but after a day or two they were really nice,” you said finally.

“That’s good,” Cyclone said, “Get started on the mop, would you?”

Giving him your best sassy voice you asked, “Why, is it because I’m a girl?”

He let out a sigh, “Do as you’re told.”

“Urgh!” You exclaimed in mock annoyance, “Yes, Dad!”

As you started to mop, he interrupted you again, “You know you can come to us if there’s ever a problem, right?”

“I know,” you said quietly.

“No, I mean it. You stopped being a babysitter and started being a family member roughly two weeks after we hired you. If there is ever a problem, with anything and with anyone, you can come to us. We will help,” he said, moving a bit closer to you.

You laughed a little, “Even stupid things?”

“Even stupid things,” he confirmed.

“Okay,” you said with a wide smile.

Cyclone gave you a stern look before asking, “Like how stupid are we thinking?”

“I’m scared to call the dentist. They freak me out,” you said quietly.

It was his turn to let out a small laugh this time, “Name and number, I’ll do it for you.”

The air turned more serious when you asked your next question, “What’s it like having a dad?”

“I wouldn’t know,” He replied, looking past you into something you couldn’t see, “But I can tell you what it was like knowing your dad.”

Your eyes opened wide before you responded, “No, I know what he was like. Annie and Audrey told me about him --”

“They can’t get close to the full picture,” Cyclone motioned for you to sit down on the sofa, “I was truly honoured to know your dad as a friend and a mentor before he passed, but I truly learned to respect him when I saw him with his children. I knew my father for all of five years before he left us for another family we didn’t know about. In that time, he managed to beat me half to death twice. He screamed, shouted and threw punches wherever his football team lost. He was my own personal Hell.”

“And then I met your Dad. He was so kind, so gentle with me and he went above and beyond for me. He was my Youth Minister for two years before we moved, Y/n, but I never lost contact. He wrote to me every week and called the house phone every holiday to make sure I was okay. I went to him for everything. Hell, he taught me how to shave, he taught me how to drive. He taught me how to talk to God, like, really talk to him. Not recite the ‘Our Father’ and call it good for the day.”

“When I moved, I left the church, I was hurt and I wanted to hurt someone in return. So, I went for the safest option, I renounced the Lord because I knew I would be forgiven. I swore I didn’t believe in him and I took every chance I got to throw punches at him. I wanted to hurt Him, I wanted Him to bleed. But every time I wrote to your father, every favour I asked, every phone call, I got pulled back a little closer. And it got to the point where I didn’t know if I believed in the Lord, but I believed in your father. And I figured that maybe Jesus was real, because there was no way a human poured this much good into Craig. Everything he did he did with love. Even picking up a stray kid on some church steps. He treated me the same way he treated your sisters and the same way he would have treated you.”

“Okay,” You tried to control the tears that were now pouring freely from your eyes, “Because everything you’ve described, you have done for me. And I’m trying to figure out if I’m joking when I call you Dad.”

You tried to remember your childhood. There hadn’t been many moments of parental guidance. Annie had taken the brunt of the childcare as the eldest daughter and Audrey had helped where she could. Still there hadn’t been much a six year old could do when your mother had withdrawn and refused to even look at you. Beau Simpson, your father’s WSO from before he left the Navy, had come to visit when you were still a newborn. He had held you close to his chest, fed you, bathed you and dressed you every day of his two week stay. He had played with your sisters, taken them shopping, made them visit the zoo and actually made sure both of them attended school. When he had eventually returned to the Navy he had been just as heartbroken as your family had been. He returned every weekend, making sure you were fed, bathed and your nappies changed for at least two days of the week. It broke his heart, you knew, but it was the best he could do.

Then, when you were old enough, he walked you to the nursery and immediately fell head over heels in love with the new trainee. Elisabeth had been twenty years old to his twenty five and she hadn’t been impressed one bit. In her defence, she believed him to be your father and would only correct her assumption after she had given him a piece of her mind at the very top of her voice for an hour straight on a random Saturday morning at the farmer’s market. Once she figured out he was merely a friend of your father’s she had agreed to a date and soon after, they married. You were a flower girl at their wedding, and so were your sisters, looking put together and clean on a Wednesday for almost the first time in your three years of life. You had slipped up and called him Daddy then. After seeing your mother’s face you hadn’t done it again for the following twenty-two years.

Grandma moved to the US when you were five after having spent the previous years with her other daughter after her divorce. She had pretty much taken over right then, but you had still called Beau whenever there had been something major. You didn’t call as often as you wanted, and picked up whenever he called even less, especially since your mother made sure to let you know, although never with her words, that he only did it under obligation, not because he cared.

“Oh, Heavens Above,” Cyclone said, bawling his eyes out next to you, “Come, hug me.”

You were starting to think that maybe your mother had been wrong.

—

You and Jake had decided to join the rest of the team at the bar for Saturday night pool and karaoke. While you had been sticking to hanging with Bobby, the loud crowd a little too much for your quieter tastes. Jake, knowing this, had told you to have fun with Bob, giving you a kiss on the cheek and a whispered, “Put your drinks on my tab,” before making his way over to the pool table.

You had always enjoyed Bob’s company and tonight was no different. Your conversation had been flowing smoothly, the two of you discussing the holiday season coming up and the plans that you had made with family and friends.

“I’m not looking forward to going home,” he said, swirling his water around in his cup.

You gave him a funny look, “Why not?”

Bob let out a sigh before answering, “My dad is a bit of a hard ass, the holidays are never really fun for me.”

Nodding, you set a comforting hand on his arm, “Maybe things will be different this year?”

“Nah,” Bob said, turning to look at you, “He hasn’t changed in twenty-five years and he won't change now.”

It made you sad to think that Bob had never had a fun Christmas. You knew that not everyone’s experiences were the same, but you couldn’t understand how a parent could ruin such a fun holiday for their child. After a moment of sullen silence, his voice interrupted your thoughts, ”Enough about me, what are you and Jake doing for Christmas?” he asked.

“We are planning on going back to Texas. My sisters always have holiday plans around this time of year to see my aunt in Italy so I figured it would be good to spend the time with him instead,” you said, your voice a little sad.

Bob nodded, “Yeah, missing family is hard this time of year. My grandma was my favourite person to be around at Christmas. As tough as my dad is to deal with, she used to say, ‘Don’t mind him Bobby, I brought him into this world, and I can take him out of it,’” he said with a laugh.

You smiled at him encouragingly, “My grandma was my favourite too,” you agreed, but didn’t elaborate any further. At that moment you looked up, your eyes finding Jake at the pool table. There were some new Top Gun recruits in town and he had been hustling them, per his usual. Like he felt your gaze on him, he looked up, catching your eye before sending you a wink.

A blush spread over your cheeks before you turned to Penny, motioning for another round of your new go to drink, Sex On The Beach. Turning back to Bob, you asked, “You have any new year’s resolutions Bobby?”

He looked at you, “I’d like to find a girl this year,” he said quietly, “That’s been my resolution for a few years now, but it was not the right time I guess.”

“I’m sure she is out there Bob,” you said, “Don’t stop looking, the Lord will send someone your way.”

“I know,” he said back, a disappointed sigh passing through his lips, “Sometimes I just wonder how long I’m gonna’ wait.”

You just nodded along with him, “I used to think the same thing, but then I left my chapel veil with Jake at church,” you said, looking up at Jake again. You felt your heart clench in your chest at the sight in front of you. A beautiful woman was standing in front of Jake, her long auburn locks much different than your own sometimes frizzy mop, and she looked like a model, all thin curves and delicate features.

The conversation seemed somewhat one sided, with Jake playing pool and all, but that didn’t stop her from checking out his form when he bent over the table. You couldn’t deny that he looked good in his black t-shirt and original Levi jeans, but that didn’t mean you were okay with this woman ogoling him.

As he stood back up, leaning slightly on his pool cue, she placed a hand on his arm, and Jake didn’t remove it right away. You weren’t an insecure person by any means, but you knew Jake’s reputation on base and in the area, and you had hoped that he was really committed to changing for you.

Thinking about the events of the last week, you felt your heart start to beat harder in your chest. Jake had been withdrawn from you. He hadn’t pressed his usual kiss to your cheek during mass, he didn’t text or call as much as he usually did, and he had forgotten your movie night all together a few nights prior. His excuse had been that he was busy and had forgotten, and while you were hurt, you understood, telling him that it was alright before watching the movie on your own.

As your mind started rushing with the thoughts that maybe he was regretting making his commitment to you, to taking it slow. Maybe he was seeing someone on the side that could give him what he wanted. Turning to Bob, who was sitting in a comfortable silence with you, you said, “I’ll be right back,” before heading in the direction of the bathroom. As you got there, you looked around the bar to make sure no one was watching you before turning and making your way outside. The ocean air blew over your face, and a few tears escaped your eyes at the thought that Jake had actually been talking to that woman.

Deciding that a walk would be good for you, you sent him a text, ‘Don’t feel good. Going home.’ You turned your phone on silent, tucking it into the small clutch you had brought for the night before making your way in the direction of your apartment.

—

Jake didn’t know what else he could do to get this woman away from him. Ever since he had started seeing you he hadn’t looked at another woman, let alone flirt with one. He had been doing his best to ignore her obnoxious attempts to get his attention by trying to focus on the game of pool he was currently winning.

As he stood back up, leaning into his cue to try and determine how he would take the next shot, he felt a hand on his arm. He turned to the owner of the hand with a smile, expecting it to be you, but when it wasn’t, he brushed it off quickly.

“Listen honey, I’m sure you are a real good time,” he started, “But I have a girlfriend, and I will not be cheating on her.”

“You Navy boys are all the same, you have girls at home, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him.

“Unlike the rest of the Navy boys, my girl is here,” he said, turning to look at the bar where you had been sitting all night. The seat next to Bob was gone, and he was shooting a look that said trouble. Jake quickly bowed out of the game, handing his pool cue off to the nearest person at the table before making his way across the bar with urgency.

“Where is she?” he asked Bob as soon as he reached the bar.

“I don’t know, she said that she was going to the bathroom a few minutes ago and she didn’t come back, I thought that she might have gone to find you,” he said, his eyes growing wide, “She only had one drink and I’ve been with her the whole time so she isn’t anywhere close to being drunk.”

Jake just nodded, a bit of the panic that had flared in his chest calming at the thought that you had your wits about you. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he saw that you had texted him, ‘Don’t feel good. Going home.’

Why wouldn’t you have said anything to him? He would have been happy to call it a night and drive you back to your apartment. Pressing call on your contact, he brought the phone up to his ear, his heart in his throat as it rang through to voicemail. He called again and again, until finally, on the fourth call you picked up.

“Hello?” he heard your voice come over the line.

Jake let out a sigh of relief, “Baby, where are you?”

“I just got home,” you said quietly, something in the tone of your voice making Jake think that something was wrong.

He made his way to the door of the bar, the rowdy crowd making it hard to hear your soft voice, “What’s wrong? I would have gladly taken you home if you didn’t feel good,” he said, trying to replay the night in his head and figure out what he did wrong.

“It’s okay, I can take care of myself,” you said and Jake didn’t think he had ever heard your voice sound more cold.

“What did I do?” he tried again, “I know that I did something.”

He heard you sigh before saying, “I don’t know Jake, maybe you should ask the redhead at the bar, I’m sure she can tell you.”

With that the line went dead.

Jake cussed, almost throwing his phone across the parking lot. He had brushed her off, but maybe you hadn’t seen that. It was his own fault, thinking back on how the past week looked, he knew what you were thinking. He figured that if he gave you some time to cool down that maybe he would be able to talk you out of leaving him, you were the air that he needed to breathe.

He turned to go back into the bar. Bob was sitting in the same place that he left him, so Jake headed over. Taking the seat that you had occupied earlier, he looked at Penny, “Two shots of whiskey, Penny-dear, and leave the bottle?” he asked.

She gave him and Bob a look before pouring two shots of Jack Daniels and leaving the bottle on the counter in front of them. Jake pounded the first shot before looking over to Bob, “I don’t suppose that you are going to drink with me then?”

Bob just shook his head, “You know me Jake, only water for this stealth pilot.”

Jake threw back the second shot before pouring himself two more, a million-mile gaze set across the bar, “She’s going to leave me Bobby.”

“What did you do this time?” he asked, “She was just talking about how much she loved you, how the Lord sent you to her, before she left.”

“I haven’t told her why this time of year is hard for me,” Jake said in reply, the third shot halfway to his mouth, “Ya’ see Bobby, I’m a murderer,” he finished quietly, shooting his third shot in as many minutes.

Jake saw Bob’s eyebrows shoot up from the corner of his eye, “What do you mean?”

“Five years ago this week, I killed a pilot and his WSO,” Jake said, his voice cold and detached sounding, even to himself, “Sure they were on the wrong side of enemy lines in some Korean War era piece of shit, but I still killed them.”

Bob just sat there staring, Jake knew what he was thinking, how could the big bad Hangman, the one who bragged about his air combat kill the most, actually be ashamed of it. Jake hadn’t even been able to tell his family about it, he didn’t want to see their eyes change once they knew that he was a killer.

“That’s not your fault man, you were just doing your job,” Bob said, trying to reassure him.

Jake shot back the fourth whiskey before answering, “Yeah, but so were the Nazi’s. It doesn’t make it right. It’s written right there as the sixth commandment, thou shall not kill…”

They sat in silence as Jake filled the glasses again, he raised the fifth shot to his lips before looking at Bob, “Do you think I’m going to hell?”

Bob just shook his head, “I think that if you do your best to seek forgiveness for what you’ve done, then you’ve got just as much of a chance of being saved as the rest of us.”

Jake hung his head, the sixth shot gripped loosely in his hand, “I don’t know if I can tell her this,” he said quietly, “What if she doesn’t want me? I’m just damaged goods.”

Bob’s hand came out to rest on Jake’s shoulder, making him lift his head to look over at the WSO, “She loves you, I don’t think there is anything you could do that would make her change her mind about that. You just need to tell her the truth.”

At that Jake let out a laugh, “The truth about what? About how every Christmas I sit there with my own family wondering if some kid is going to wake up without their father? About how, when I almost lost her, I imagined what it must have felt like for those men’s wives that the loves of their lives were taken from them?”

Jake was on the verge of tears now, whether they were angry or sad he wasn’t sure but he could feel his chin wobbling. Raising the sixth shot to his lips, he poured it into his mouth, not even flinching at the burn as it travelled down his throat.

He slammed the glass face down on the bar, waving Penny over, he pulled out his card, “Thanks Penny, I’ll close it out now,” he said quietly, handing her back a now half empty bottle.

“Anytime Hangman, you go get her, she is good for you,” Penny said, handing his card back to him before turning away and serving another patron.

Bob helped Jake out of his chair, and through the door, “Give me your keys man, I can’t let you drive like this.”

Jake pulled out the keys to his truck, handing them over to Bob. As they made their way out of the bar and into the parking lot, Jake stumbled, managing to catch his balance at the last moment. Bob got him into the truck and started to drive them back to Jake’s apartment. Jake didn’t want to go back there, a place filled with memories of her. Her food in the fridge, and her scarf on the end of the couch, the one she had left in his truck a few weeks ago that he hadn’t given back yet because it still smelled like her.

“Can we go to the church?” Jake asked quietly, “I just can’t go home yet.”

“Yeah,” Bob said, “We can go to the church.”

—

Jake made Bob wait outside as he kneeled down in front of the stairs to the altar. He bowed his head, unsure of what to say. How do you ask God to forgive you for killing someone else? The whiskey from earlier had started to kick in in full force and Jake was feeling particularly emotional, the tears that he had managed to hold back at the bar, were now streaming slowly down his face.

Suddenly the shrill ringing of his phone broke him out of his stupor. He brought it to his face, your contact picture swimming in front of his eyes. Jake clumsily swiped the call button to answer, “Hello?” his voice sounded slurred and rough.

“Jake?” he heard you ask, “Where are you? Why haven’t you been answering your phone?”

“‘M at church,” he said as best he could, “Bobs ‘ere with me.”

“How much have you had to drink?” you demanded.

“‘Nuff,” he said back, not quite remembering how many shots it was that he took.

A sigh filtered through the line, “Why are you at church?”

“Askin’ for forgivin’,” Jake said, his voice quiet now.

“Have Bob take you home, I’ll meet you there okay?” he heard you say, your voice filled with worry.

“M’kay,” Jake said, struggling to pick himself up from the floor of the church. When he couldn’t get up, the room beginning to spin, he said, “Think I’m gon’ stay right ‘ere.”

He heard your voice but couldn’t find it in him to respond, the ceiling of the church never looked so beautiful as it did right now, swimming in front of his eyes. A hand on his shoulder startled him, and Bob’s face came into view, he was talking to someone on the phone, “Yeah, he’s here. I’ll call Rooster and have him help me out.”

Jake wasn’t sure how much time had passed between Bob trying to help him into a pew and Rooster walking in the back of the church, but it felt like a few minutes.

“What’s going on?” he heard Bradshaw ask.

Bob sighed, “He’s drunk and I can’t get him in the car myself. It’s all that damn muscle, guy is heavy.”

Rooster let out a laugh, “I gotcha’ Bob, let’s get him out there.”

With a man under each arm, Jake was carried out to the truck and forced into the passenger’s seat. Bob spoke to Rooster another minute before climbing into the driver’s seat and beginning the familiar drive home.

—

Jake must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, it was morning, and he had a pounding headache. He cracked his eyes open finding himself in his bedroom with no memory as to how he got there. He thanked God that the curtains were pulled shut and that no excess light was coming into the room. On his nightstand was a glass of water and a few Tylenol, he took the pills and chugged the water down in one go.

As much as Jake wanted to roll over and go back to bed, he had to talk to you, and his phone was nowhere to be found. He sat up holding his head tenderly, maybe talking to you could wait until he could gather his thoughts for longer than a second between the pounding that was going on inside his head. Laying back down, he waited for the Tylenol to kick in.

When his head started to feel better, Jake sat up carefully again and threw his legs over the side of the bed. His stomach dropped, why was he in his boxers? He turned quickly to see the rest of the bed, there wasn’t anyone in it with him, and the sheets didn’t look any more rumpled than usual. He prayed to God that he hadn’t done anything irreversible last night. Standing up, he decided that the first thing he needed was to find his phone and call you.

He was confused when he got to his bedroom door, the sound of music graced his ears, Forest Blakk’s If You Love Her filtered through the door. There was only one person who would be in his apartment at this hour so without a second thought, he opened the door and went in search of you.

—

You had helped Rooster and Bob carry a sleeping Jake into the house the night before. They had laid him down in bed and you had followed them out, thanking them for their help and making sure that Jake’s truck was locked before closing and locking the door of his apartment.

Making your way back into the bedroom you watched the sleeping aviator. He looked so relaxed and carefree when he was asleep. Running a hand through his hair, you proceeded to undress him down to his underwear. It made you uncomfortable, but at least he would sleep comfortably tonight.

You kneeled down next to the bed, saying a quick Our Father before asking God to watch over Jake tonight, and help his hangover in the morning. You also asked for him to help guide your actions tomorrow, to give you the patience to listen to him. When you said Amen, you stood up, gathering his phone and some clothes for you to sleep in for the night, the same t-shirt and shorts that he had loaned you the first time he brought you here.

You laid on the couch that night, trying to sleep, but all you could seem to do was worry over the man in the other room. Eventually, as dawn started to kiss the skyline, your eyes fell closed, and you fell into a fitful sleep full of redheaded women and drunken pilots.

A dream of Jake and the woman from the bar startled you awake a few hours after you had drifted off to sleep. Unable to burn the image of them kissing from your mind, you got up from the couch and made a cup of coffee. Digging in the cabinet under Jake’s kitchen sink, you pulled out some cleaning supplies and began deep cleaning his apartment.

You were always a busy body and having something to do helped you to try and keep your anxious mind from dwelling on something that hadn’t happened. You had cleaned every available room and surface as well as prepared something to eat since it was now a more reasonable hour to be up. You put on some music about an hour ago, hoping that maybe it would wake Jake up so that the two of you could talk. The beginning of Dave Barnes’ God Gave Me You came through the speaker Jake kept on his kitchen counter and you swayed slowly from your spot at the sink.

Between the water running, the music, and washing dishes, you hadn’t managed to hear Jake come out of the bedroom. So when his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, you yelped, “Jake!”

The man in question had burrowed his head into your shoulder, his voice muffled by your hair, “Was about to call you,” he said gruffly, his morning stubble scratching your neck slightly, “I like you in my clothes.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, still upset with him for what happened the night before.

Jake swayed with you for a minute, just listening to the song. You could feel the heat of his chest pressed to your back and you knew that he hadn’t gotten dressed when he woke up, probably not expecting you to be there.

You felt him move behind you, his head coming up so that his lips were next to your ear, “I don’t know what you saw last night, but I haven’t so much as looked at another woman since we started seeing one another, and I would never betray your trust. I told her proudly about how my girlfriend was sitting in the bar, but when I turned to you, you were gone.”

You stood silently for a minute, taking in what he said to you. You trusted Jake and you wanted to believe that he wouldn’t cheat on you, but you needed to know about what else happened during the rest of the week, “Why have you been so withdrawn? I thought that if I gave you time you’d come to me with it, but you didn’t.”

You felt him sigh, letting go of you. When you turned to face him, he was leaned against the other counter, his arms crossed over his bare chest. The look on his face told you that this was something serious.

“Five years ago, this week, I got my air combat kill,” he said quietly, so quietly that you had to step closer to be sure that you could hear him. “I…” he started, trailing off as he looked at you, worry in his eyes.

Stepping closer to him, you cupped his cheek with your palm, “Whatever you’re worried about telling me, don’t be.”

You were surprised to find his eyes a bit misty, his chin wobbled before he cleared his throat, “I just - I feel like a murderer. I broke one of the ten commandments, thou shall not kill, and I just don’t know how to live with myself sometimes,” he said quietly.

You had tears in your own eyes now, Jacob Seresin was a strong man and to see him standing in his kitchen, looking so small and sad, it broke your heart. You pulled him to you and he immediately rested his head on your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly. Rubbing his head with your hand, you held him as a few tears fell from your own eyes, you could feel the shoulder of the shirt you were wearing now a little damp.

Desperately digging through your mind for some kind of guidance from the bible suddenly you remembered John 1:9, “The bible says, ‘If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness,’” you said into his ear.

You felt Jake’s form shake at that, a broken breath rattled through him, and he clutched you tighter to him. The misunderstanding from the night before faded quickly from your mind. When you felt him start to let you go, you quit rubbing his head. He looked at you with such reverence in his eyes, before he asked, “What did I do to deserve you?”

You didn’t know what to say, so instead, you said the first thing that came to mind, “Dance with me?”

The two of you danced around the kitchen slowly to the song coming out of the speaker, Zach Bryan’s Snow felt fitting for the moment. As Jake guided you around the kitchen slowly, you tried to think of what to say to him.

When the song ended, the playlist over, you leaned into him, and you said, “Don’t ever be worried to tell me things, there is nothing you could say that would change my mind about you,” then you kissed him.

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader #top gun maverick #fanfiction #hangman x reader #original fic #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman top gun

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THE GANG'S ALL HERE {WARNING: PICREW 😦}

Julius Demain Pidieu but what his voice sounds like to me. Sadly, he looks five months old because the picrew I am obsessed with had no wrinkles🥺. He no longer looks like a sweet sphinx cat😭

APRICOT UN'AUTRE PIDIEU IN THE HOUSE. SHE HAS NO CONTENT DESPITE BEING JULES'S CANONICAL DAUGHT- oh. Jules has no content. Like father like daughter 😞.

THIS AUSTRALIAN IS HAVING GAY SEX WITH JULES. {Argent Étolie Chevalier is an OC} {He has like fifteen piercings but I forgor 🤡}

Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry. Mo- {Dolores Toujours Pideu, Apricot's cool lesbian albino trans aunt that is going to kill me with her beauty}

Callahan Cyra Jumanah is Dolores's sweetheart, and I AM ALSO GOING CRAZY OVER HER. POWER COUPLE ULTIMATE EDITION. { Some people think she's faking her condition -chronic pain in her left leg and fatigue- because she can walk [with a cane]} {She has to hold Dolly back}

LET'S GIVE IT UP FOR MASC GENDERFLUID PEOPLE WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO {Coquille Bleue Pidieu is the eldest sibling of the three and can sense colors, shapes, and shadows despite being legally blind.}

WE ARE OUTGUNNED, OUTMANNED. OUTNUMBERED, OUTPLANNED- {Captain Héraklès Alcides Puissant-Redevance of the RCM is an old family friend}

WHERE THE HOOD WHERE THE HOOD WHERE THE HOOD AT-{Amoureux Perdue Du'Passe, Jules's former work partner and spouse. Sadly, he was killed on the force a few weeks after Apricot died of brain cancer. It was not a good year for Mr Pidieu.}

W. what if. Jeannie-Marie but when she was young. She was able to work around the giant black ink stain on her yellow dress by finding a thick but comfy sweater. She's one of those people who cannot fucking feel heat so she's alright. {PRETTY WONMAN😳🤤 WITH COCK?????? AMAZING 💯💫⭐🔥🌟✨⚡🎉🎊❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍♥️💘💝💖💗💓💞💕💌💟❣️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥💋🫂🫀👁️👅👁️👀👍👏👌🤌🤙🤝🤜🤛🙏}

Look, Young Renė was a little cinnamon roll. He could make the most "Fuck dem kids" person into preschool teacher worthy in less than an hour. But y'know, kindness sometimes drowns in hate and PTSD. Although, current Renė MIGHT not make you want to throw a fucking grenade at him if you're at the "Okay, you can put your hand on my wrist BUT THAT'S IT." stage. Zero people are currently at that stage because J-M isn't part of the lore anymore. Also, yeah Renė's trans. trans people can be inconsiderate assholes, we're not sparkles and rainbows. I mean, Look at me. I might not be inconsiderate but I CAN be an ass-of-the-hole.

Lieutenant Leo hey uh what's that say? K. WHAT. KITSURAGI??? OH MY FUCKING GOD. W H A T? {<-My brain in the process of making this guy up.} {LOOK IT'S KIM'S HALF [?] SEOLITE DAD!} {Btw despite the resting bitch face he's a nerdy sweetheart that loves cars. y'know like his son. I'm going to cry.}

Cecelia Davenport/Kitsuragi, Kim's fuckin' MILF of a mom. She and Leo LOVED to match. I'm welling up again. Btw she wasn't fully finished because it was three fucking AM when I made her so. 😔.

I feel like Gaston was a little fuckboy in his teens. I mean, he was still polite though and that lead to conversations like: "So uh [Lip bite} What're you doin' later? OH, FUCK you're grandma's recovering from cancer???? That's amazing! I hope she gets better soon! I can buy some flowers for her if it would cheer her up a bit! Have a good day!" Then Renė comes up and is like "Dude. You fucking sweetheart. Stop acting like a charity and get some goddamn pussy."

DORA THE DIVORCE EMPLOYER- {Not to be omni but oh my god. oh fuck. golly gee. I wolf whistle while my eyes pop comically out of their sockets and I spontaneously combust then pour a giant bucket of water over myself and steam rises from my ears like a train} {She's not actually in this AU but I love her and felt like making her}

Elizabeth is the type of girl to try and look professional but still go all out. She finally got out of the gardener's clothes and is slaying hard. Now, speaking of har-

Made Marie without her hijab because I'm a feral fucking animal and I legit couldn't imagine her hair correctly without reference and ALSO

REMADE YOUNG RENÉ BECAUSE I HATE THE FIRST ONE. Also I hate that you can't color the facial hair because it looks like his hair is dyed when he's just like that.

LOOK, IT'S LILLIANOVICH! What the FUCK would this bitch wear when he was a kid? Just made some shit up bro. Also, I like to think he uses reading glasses even though he has pretty good eyes overall.

THERE WE GO

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#oh no they're hot #rubin report #disco elysium #send help #sillyposting #jules pidieu #picrew #picreations #dora ingerlund #elizabeth beaufort

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Thank you for talking about Blue's Big Musical. I was absolutely obsessed with that as a kid. I'm pretty sure my entire family and me can still sing the whole soundtrack from memory. So many people seem to have no knowledge of this movie.

You're welcome! It's been a childhood favorite of mine ever since it came out- I still remember getting it for Christmas in 2000. And it's safe to say my mom has the soundtrack memorized just like I do- she's admitted to listening to our cassette copy of the soundtrack on her way to work accidentally, since it was always playing in the car.

It's really too bad the movie doesn't seem that well known! I remember Nick advertising it a lot back when it came out. But from what I gathered the DVD doesn't get rereleased very often, and when it does it's in 2-pack sets with other Blue's Clues or Nick Jr. DVDs. I think the most recent one was sold with a Dora the Explorer DVD- which is annoying if you're like me and you love Blue but can't stand Dora (maybe there's more nostalgia for her with the Gen Z crowd? But in general Blue always seemed to have a larger amount of older fans, even when the show was running). Well, at least I half a copy saved to my computer, and of course, my old VHS copy, which for those who are too young to remember, actually WAS blue (though some of the later printings were either orange- like most Nick tapes at the time- or black, which Nick switched to in late 2001).

It would be nice if maybe the Nick Jr. channel (or even the main network) could air it again. I don't know when's the last time the movie aired; I'm guessing the mid-2000s on the main network, and then I can't say with Nick Jr. because I hadn't watched the channel since it was Noggin- and still paired up with The N/TeenNick no less.

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no-gays-in-russia · 1 year

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ESC 2023 pre-rehearsals top 37

Places 10-1

10. Croatia: I know this is very unpopular, but I give absolutely zero shits about that. I adore this song with my whole being- I just love these sort of weird political satire songs, when they’re done well. This reminds me a lot of In Corpore Sano or Hatrid Mun Sigra, a couple of my favourites. When I first heard it, listening to the Dora song, I was HYSTERICAL. It sounded so random and ridiculous. I found myself singing it more and more, craving listening to it and bopping to it. It became my favourite and when it won I was SO EXCITED. I was not expecting it at all. Another unpopular opinion, but I love their live performances- they’re of course absurd, but I realise they do it for shock purposes and honestly they’re so hysterical they just have me rolling on the floor lol. Again, I am a huge fan of joke entries WHEN THEY’RE DONE WELL, and I think this song has a brilliant structure. The lyrics are also of huge complexity. Hope others recognise this genius in Liverpool!

9. Norway: the fact that Ulrikke was my favourite and I really wanted her to win MGP but then Alessandra’s final performance was SO GOOD that I decided last minute to vote for her instead just says a lot. This girl is absolutely on fire- she is one of the most charismatic and energetic performers I have ever seen, and her vocals are insane. I am obsessed with the fact that she is singing such a modern sounding song with classical technique. I love the intro in Italian and Latin, the whole song sounds so epic and the lyrics are also very vivid and poetic. It’s just ajdoiahoahochaocjoa so insane.

8. Serbia: KONSTRAKTA’S WORTHY SUCCESSOR! Serbia proving once again why they’re one of my favourite Eurovision countries. The fact that Luke wrote this song entirely himself- music and lyrics and all- just proves how insanely talented this man is. His performance abilities are also insane. The song is a bit cacophonous, so even though I can tolerate it because that’s the whole point that’s why it’s a little lower than it could be- while it’s genius and I love it, it can be a little hard to listen to. But do we want to talk about the lyrics? They are some of the most genius lyrics I have ever heard in my entire life- on the same level of In Corpore Sano, if not even better! Something that I find brilliant is the English-Serbian alternation- the lyrics in English present all of the elements characterizing the song, and the Serbian lyrics delve deeper into them, so that you can understand what the song is about even without knowing Serbian, but you have to check them out too to truly understand it. The way the different themes and symbols intertwine and interact is also of insane complexity.

7. Czech Republic: this is the best entry Czechia has ever sent. Genuinely speechless they could do something like this all this time and just settled for mediocrity? Mad too ngl. Unfortunately their live performances drag this down, but the song in itself is brilliant. I love the alternation of the four languages, the symbolism behind their use and the dynamism that comes from it. The structure is absolutely brilliant, everything about it- the intro in Czech, the verses and pre-chorus in English, the chorus in Ukrainian, the rap in Bulgarian, the bridge aaaah. And the lyrics are also beautiful with a great message. So epic and so catchy, hope they give a better performance than usual at ESC because the song itself deserves to get Czechia’s best result.

6. Estonia: this is giving me huge North Macedonia 2019 vibes, and it’s one of my favourite ESC songs ever. This song is genuinely so stunning, just a masterpiece, and so so underrated. Alika is an absolutely beautiful performer- her voice is so rich and beautifully controlled, and she also has such a stunning way of conveying the emotions of the song on stage and dragging the viewer in. It is very theatrical and as a theater kid I love it lol. It is beautifully structured, I love the way it grows gradually, and it’s just so dark and rich in emotion. So so stunning.

5. Spain: this is so so so very different from anything we’d ever heard at Eurovision before, one of the most original songs this year for sure. I love that it reprises traditional Spanish sounds with the flamenco-like rhythm (Blanca herself said that this is a flamenco song), but also plays with it to create something entirely different. It’s slightly unsettling too, like a weird uncomfortable dream- I love it so much. I think it’s peculiar that if you look at the structure it’s actually really repetitive, yet somehow while you’re listening to it it seems really different, dynamic and engaging. I don’t know how it works but it does! And of course, Blanca Paloma is an angel- we already know from last year that her vocals are insane, delicate and powerful at the same time, beautifully controlled. ¡Vamos allá, la Blanca Paloma!

4. Georgia: unpopular opinion maybe but Georgia is one of my favourite countries at Eurovision, because you almost can’t find a pattern in their entries and you know that you’ll always be surprised. And well, I definitely was not expecting this. This reminds me a lot of their Junior Eurovision 2022 entry, which was my winner- so of course I am obsessed with it. The reason why it’s a bit lower than it could be is that the lyrics are atrocious- they seem as if they were written by someone who barely knows English lol. But everything else is incredible. Again, we already know Iru has some insane vocals (she didn’t win Junior Eurovision for nothing!), and they fit the song really well. I also really enjoy the “industrial”, dark pop ballad sound of the song, and I think the "Chamgaraga-ga-chamgara“ bits are so different and peculiar and cool. The instrumentation is beautiful, and the song is powerful with great structure. My favourite Georgian entry ever.

3. France: at first I was mad La Zarra was chosen because I hoped Izia or Juliette Armanet would represent France this year, but then they come out with this?! This is so aggressively French in a different way than I was expecting- it’s classy and cynical, while also being fun, catchy and modern. The lyrics are brilliantly written, La Zarra is incredibly charismatic and fascinating to watch, and the structure is really dynamic. Another big contender for the win.

2. Germany: for years I’ve been saying, “Germany has amazing rock, why won’t they just send something they’re good at?”. They finally did it! I legit cried when Lord Of The Lost won their selection, because I love this song so much and I wasn’t sure they would pull it off. I didn’t even have a clue glam metal was a thing but now I am obsessed with it. I just really love this personally because I love this kind of music, hearthy and melodic rock. Chris’s vocals are wonderful and I think the genre of the song itself makes it dynamic- alternating bits with big, harmonious instrumentation and more typical metal bits is genius imo. The lyrics are also really poetic and vivid.

1. Sweden: I really don’t know if I have the words to express how I feel about this song. I have been saying for years that if there is someone else after Johnny Logan who deserves to win Eurovision twice, that is Loreen- and she’s just proving I was right. Loreen is one of the most stunning performers there have ever been: she has a way of dragging the listener/viewer in that is just so peculiar to her. More technically, this is an insanely difficult song to sing (source: I am rehearsing it for my music recital and at the end I feel like I’ve run a marathon) and the fact that she sings it with seeming ease WHILE also moving and doing everything she does is??? Wot. The song itself is also really good (I actually like it better than Euphoria lol), with good structure and a beautiful instrumental bit, but exactly as with Euphoria it’s Loreen’s performance that actually makes it exceptional.

#eurovision #eurovision song contest #esc #eurovision 2023 #eurovision song contest 2023 #esc 2023 #please don't let loreen flop #i will be spending all my money on voting for her #i will go bankrupt just for her #i love you loreen #i love her a bit less because i tried to make my friends from san marino get me an autograph from her #and the poor dudes really tried #but they said it's literally impossible to get near her #not cool loreen #oh well #still obsessed with her

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talking ab old and new hyperfixations is why I'm here on this earth

so alr I'm always joking around ab how some shows and books and things changed me as a person since I was a kid and I thought why not? so yeah

1- first of all, the animated Robin Hood with the animales my sister always says that it was what made her a communist, and I can't stop myself from feeling the same. no alr if I have to be serious it probably is what made me hate rich people

2-then, the lord of the rings this is where I've become who I am. I used to watch it when I was sick (the fellowship of the ring part 2, always, cause the khazad dum scene was majestic and my favourite) but it was a tradition of my family to watch the whole triology every two or three months a(nd I was one of those annoying kids who learn the dialogues and talks with the characters). and it kind of set off my standards for films in the future (and ppl too, since I grew up having aragorn as an example of what a man should be so yeah kiss another man's head and cry ab his death and kill strange disgusting things the minute after like the alpha male you are)

3-mamma mia there's a reason why I listen to abba today, and it's because of my mother making me watch this film when I was like seven and rewatching it with me more than two times a year. i absolutely loved it even if I didn't understand some things, but singing those songs was my favourite hobby

4-wild child at the start of our mamma mia's dvd there was the advertisement of this film, and i secretly watched it (since my mom always talked bad ab it saying it was stupid) when I got a computer at like ten and and let's not talk ab how emma roberts was my second woman crush and it was awkward BUT I LOVED THAT FILM SO MUCH since my parents were sweet but a little old on this type of things it was refreshing to watch it

5-achilles crying on patroclus' body my parents bought me the Iliad when I was a kid (in Italy we start to study it in sixth grade so reading its general culture), it was prose but I absolutely loved it. there where draws of what it said, but maybe a little bit too realistic for a six years old- but the one page where there was Achilles trashing on the ground and pulling at his hair and hugging Patroclus' body was rude

6-reading harry potter's books my aunt gifted me the whole series (like a book every month) and I absolutely loved it. the reason why still today after years I remember everything is because I probably read every book at least five times. I didn't have a phone and I was like seven, so I didn't get any spoilers, and I straight up cried so many times (sirius's death, remus and dora's death, harry's death, the flashback of lily and james' death, fred's death and so many things) and I loved it. now it's rare for me to watch something without spoilers.

7-david bowie my first real queer representation my father is a little homophobic, the it's-ok-not-in-front-of-me kind but he absolutely loved david bowie. he made me listen to Hunky Dory when I was like five, and I was the kid in school that singed Changes and got bad looks but I really loved his voice. after years, in seventh grade I think, I rediscovered him and as confirmed queer person I quite obsessed on him. still thanking you dad!

8-avril lavigne ok this is alr still my father made me randomly listen to sk8er boy and I kind of obsessed on her? when I was like nine? it lasted a year or so, and I only listened to her but I loved Complicated's music video. I kinda hated Girlfriend since I was on my "i'm different from other girls" period, while I absolutely love it now that I'm a little older (and it shouldn't make sense but it does)

9-Bring Me to Life's music video and everything else still my dad. telling me it was a good one. I obsessed on the song, and the album, and Evanescence. stopped listening to them when my mother told me I was like my cousin (my millenial cousin that I hated and that loved evanescence as a teen) so I had to rediscover them at fourteen as a real angsty teen!! but still I was like ten and singing screaming wake me up inside in my room in my italian-ten-ys-english

10-kill bill still a kid, still traumatized, still loving it after almost ten years. I absolutely loved the first volume cause I liked the yellow outfit and the japanese school-girl and Uma Thurman is still today my love and O-Ren was so pretty. yeah the blood and the missing limbs but the women and the plot was so good. rewatching it after years made me realized how it influenced me and how I saw things and thought ab topics connected to violence

alr I'm done

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Ideas for potential Casper High ghost students and my reasoning behind it:

Danny (if he comes out as being a "ghost" or reveals he is a hybrid) is already a student. I could see him being the start of this since the school board figures they've had him for years and he didn't try to kill anyone. His family could probably talk the school into giving him accomodations to randomly leave for some semi-scientific sounding ghost bs reason. Like "yeah, uh, he can't deny his obsession so keeping him from leaving class is actually mentally hurting him" or "ghosts are sensitive to sound and emotion and a noisy school can be a bit too much sometimes"

Elle if she chooses to return. She'd get a schooling experience that is her own AND have the chance to socialize and make friends with kids of similar physical age. Plus, she'll need some level of education if she ever decides to live as a human.

Sidney can finish his education, maybe end up a little more popular on his second chance. He hangs around the school so it is possible that he has secretly watched classes before, but now he doesn't have to hide. The nerds will probably love him because he is a nerd with ghost powers who punishes bullies and even if somebody doesn't like him, they'll have to play nice with him or he will wreck them.

Dora! We don't know how old she was when she became a ghost so she may actually be more college age, but she was trapped in the dark ages for centuries and wants to bring her kingdom to the 21st century. She has a kingdom to rule so she wouldn't always attend, but she'd sometimes randomly show up for computer and history classes. Why not have a ghost teach her these things? Two reasons: 1) Tech ghosts like Technus do weird things with technology/she wants to know what current human tech can do and 2) she wants an overview of the historical events she missed and not some random ghost from 300 years ago ranting about a single war. Maybe classes on current countries and governments could assist her if she wants diplomatic relationships with Earth Countries? Nope, school dances were totally not what enticed her to look into this.

Ember doesn't join in on this program at all. If she is going to the human world, she is going to a music store.

I always felt that Johnny and Kitty were more early 20s? Idk. So that is why they didn't get included. Plus, they really don't seem to have an interest in something that would lead to this.

#danny phantom #dani phantom #ember mclain #princess dorathea #sidney poindexter

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Because I have the worse AUs ideas asdfghjkl [and f the bad art quality I was artblocking]

AU where Danny is a kindergarten teacher at « Amity Garden » and the ghosts are human children that give him sooooooo many troubles & headaches

According to this au’s rules all full ghosts are children so Dan is a child too 🤷‍♀️🙃 and is Danny and an unnamed woman ‘s biological son for angst reasons

Additional ao3 link fic > here + More information and various additional sketches/drawings bellow the « Keep Reading »

xoxox

Skulker : Skulker is the smallest child of the kindergarten though not the easiest and often get into troubles. He spends most of his time trying to catch various wild animals and is quite talented at catching butterflies. His dreams is to catch a frog (they are too fast for him) and giving it to his tall “wife” Ember, who he is very proud of.

Ember : She is also a regular troublemaker and dreams of becoming one day a pop star (sweet innocence), she is also quite skilled at drawing & painting.

Lunch Lady: She spends most of her time playing “tea time” alone with random stuffs she found outside, like grass, leaves, rock, suspicious water… and if you don’t eat/drink what she prepares to you with so much care, she will become crazy mad, so no children want to play with her by fears. Outside of that she is quite a calm and pleasant child. Not a picky eater.

Box Ghost: Boxie is a child who likes to play the “bad guy” at playground, but since he isn‘t very good nor convincing, the other kids prefer to leave the “bad guy” role to somebody else anybody else. Maybe the most innocent kid of the batch, a bit loud but easy to take care off.

He also has weird tendencies with boxes, and loves the beanie his mother knitted, if you try to remove it he will cry.

Technus: He tends to bring portable console games at the kindergarten, making Danny confiscates it for the rest of the day and making him cry.

Desiree: People-pleasers, has a hard time saying no and so is often dragged into troubles. Love Disneys and dreams of becoming a princess. Hate boys.

Walker: Good boy who follows the rules. Hate by his peers. A snitch.

Johnny: “Of course having 3 wheels is harder than having 2 Ember, you don’t know how to count.” The sole kid who has a bike. Johnny has a black german shepherd puppy named “Shadow” that followed him everywhere, Danny allows Johnny to let it outside as a the kindergarten’s mascot as long as Shadow stays obedient. His best friend is Skulker.

Kitty: Johnny’s “wife”. Kitty is a very clingy and needy child, easily jealous if Johnny doesn’t give her attention, or if Danny is too busy taking care of another child instead of playing with her. Her best friend is Ember and they like creating troubles together, especially to annoy boys.

Fright Knight : He is a very skinny and is often sick, so he needs a lot of attention. Kind of very obedient. Was friend with Pariah, but he distances himself. Strangely now friend with Dan. Hates pumpkin dishes. Is scared of Halloween/ghosts stories.

Sidney: Kind boy who is often bullied by his peers (Danny constantly keeps an eye on him to protect him). Love super hero comics and old b&w cartoons more. Dream of becoming a super hero or a policeman to fight « villains ». Is friend with Dora.

Dorathea & Aragon: Aragon is a mean boy who enjoys playing “king” and the authority he has on others (especially his sister Dora), though Pariah always remind him who is stronger and the real “king” in the kindergarten.

Dorathea is a sweet girl who, like Sidney has a hard time being more assertive around her peers. Dreams of becoming a princess or a dragon, she didn’t decide yet. Friends with Sidney and Desiree. Has a weird crush on Fright Knight, and him too but they are too shy to say or do anything beside giving flowers 🤷‍♀️

The twin siblings have at home matching dragon’s plushies.

Spectra: She is obsessed by being quickly an adult, being pretty, princess etc… Very mean she is quite intelligent and sharp for her young age. Like to ask embarrassing questions to Danny just to annoy him even though she clearly knows the answer like : « where are babies come from ? » Is jealous of Paulina‘s beauty and her being an adult.

Pariah: Second most troublesome kid, Pariah is very nasty and spoiled. He is the most popular among the kindergarten but also feared, called “king” by a fair amount of children. Pariah also tends to fight easily or use strength to have what he wants. The only other kid who is able to fight back and have the upper hand is Dan, who gave him a black eye and a patch because Pariah likes to taunt Dan about the fact that he doesn’t have a Mother. They aren’t in best terms (they hate each other and fight a lot, to Danny’s despair).

CW and Sojourn: They are twins siblings and the oldest of the kids, probably the most intelligent and sharp too.

Cw likes to say that the days his hair are down he is “a girl”, and the days he ties his hair he is “a boy”, and doesn’t like the concept of gendered toys. He loves girls’ jewelries especially if it’s shiny. A bit quiet and cryptic, but still liked among the kindergarten. Favorite color is purple. Tend to avoid nap time, tend to REALLY avoid nap time, tend to cheat in games, tend to REALLY cheat in games. Has some weird sense of humor, quite dense sometimes, zero self preservation, dragged into troubles and have bad friends/loves interests tastes.

Sojourn, well, nobody really know Sojourn, he is very quiet and on the contrary of his twin brother who tries to make friends, he prefers to watch insects and loneliness. If he doesn’t like somebody Sojourn will ignore them, and makes clear he likes someone by sitting in companionable silence, so really it’s hard to tell the difference. Dislikes Dan.

Nocturn: Third oldest child after Clockwork and Sojourn, Nocturn is a child with heavy narcolepsy. Not often in trouble, easy to take care off, he sleeps a lot and won’t skip nap time for anything in the world. Nocturn carries his favorite stars blanket everywhere and don’t share it with anybody beside his best friend Clockwork. Try really hard to force Clockwork to sleep and sometimes most of the time prevent him of doing something stupid (is probably Clockwork‘s sole friend with a minimum of common sense).

Paulina : Danny’s coworker, she is very kind and patient, and way more respected in the kindergarten. When she explains gently various concepts like love, respect or even harder stuffs like gender or same-sex mariage to the children, they always sit and listen quietly.

Danny & Dan : Danny is liked by every children but strangely they love to make life harder for him.

Dan is an “accident” and an unwanted child. Danny got him very young but love him a lot nonetheless, Dan is his everything. (Fic about their past before the Kindergarten > here)

Youngest kid but troublesome, Dan is the most troublesome child of the kindergarten and feared by all his peers, he has at least try to fight everybody once. He has very little friends beside Clockwork and Fright Knight (maybe Nocturn). Destructive, pick fights easily, short-tempered, he does have a kinder side, maybe because of Danny’s authority, patience and gentle influence.

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I don’t have ideas for every ghosts so be free to send me your ideas by asks 🤪

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quirkless-accident · 2 years

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Phantom-sensei takes class 1-A (and maybe the other class as well) and takes them to pandora's (daedalus?) labyrinth as training. Myths are real! The sky's green! Now go fight them.

"Alright, kids, listen up," Phantom said with a clap of his hand. "We're going somewhere that is incredibly dangerous, so I need you all to do exactly as I say, got it?" There were twenty heads bobbing up and down in front of him. "We're going to a place called the Ghost Zone. It's where I go when I have business. Now, you may encounter other ghosts on our way to Pandora's so I'm setting rules.

"Rule one, don't open any doors. Those are ghost lairs, they will tear you limb from limb if you go in uninvited. Rule two, don't let go of each other. We'll have to fly to get there, and I can lead you, but just to make sure we don't lose anybody, hold on to each other. I don't want to have to backtrack. And lastly, for the love of all that is holy, don't ask ghosts invasive questions like how they died or what their obsession is. Not everybody is cool about it, and it's a quick and easy way to start a fight. So unless the information is offered, shut your mouths. Got it?"

Another nod from twenty heads.

There was some commotion as they figured out the best way to hold onto each other. Danny took the front, and Aizawa the back just in case anybody was actually dumb enough to let go. Once everybody was secure, Danny tied a cable to his waste and handed it to Ida, who was at the very front.

"Don't let go of that," he instructed. Ida gave him a very serious salute before tying it round his wrist and gripping it tightly with both hands. Danny nodded with a smile, and held his hand out.

A portal, swirling green and mysteriously, opened up. Danny waved them forward, and one by one they stepped through into open air.

There were oohs and ahs all around. Even Aizawa seemed a little impressed by the Zone.

Danny took them the long way around, letting them sight see for a bit. They passed Skulker's Island, and flew above the carnivorous canyon. He waved at the dragon coming from Dora's kingdom, and kept far away from the River Styx. Finally, they made it to the Acropolis of Athens.

He knew the class was probably brimming with questions, but he needed them to wait. So he quickly herded them onto the landing platform and through the large gates. he was met with the four-armed ruler from ancient Greece.

"Pandora!" Phantom said excitedly. It had been a while since he's seen her. With her duties to her kingdom and Danny's busy schedule between teacher, hero, and king of ghosts, they only managed to see each other during the council meeting once a month.

"My king!" Pandora said, a ferocious grin splitting her face. "Are these the children I'll be teaching today?" Phantom nodded.

"This is Class 1-A. Class, this is Pandora's territory. Whatever she says goes, okay?"

There was a resounding, "Yes, sir!" From the whole class as Aizawa walked up to meet them. "Come on, Eraser, let's go."

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The class was more or less surprised by the green people dressed in ancient armor coming at them. Especially when they would dissolve and repair themselves whenever they were hit to hard.

this was good for the students to learn to adapt to their opponents, as well as taking on groups of them at once. There were a lot of unknown things about ghosts that Danny had purposefully not told them. It seemed to be paying off as Mineta had his face shoved into the dirt.

"These children are a force to be reckoned with, indeed," Pandora said with a laugh. "No hesitation!" She yelled at them, her voice echoing eerily around the large arena. "Show them your fiercest smile and devour them!"

"Considering how unpredictable ghosts usually are, they're doing pretty good," Danny said. "Though, a few of them should probably work on situational awareness," he said, gesturing to Kaminari and Mina, who had teamed up to fight the group surrounding them.

"Weren't you planning on having-" Eraserhead started, but was cut off with a boisterous laugh.

"Great One!" Frostbite said as he reached the top of the stairs. Danny grinned and hugged his old mentor. "My apologies for my lateness. You know how us ice users move."

"No worries," Danny chuckled. "Just hit them with everything you got, yeah?"

Frostbite nodded, and Pandora reached two of her hands out, opening the gates of the arena. None of her soldiers left, however. Instead, warriors from the Far Frozen came running out, loud and terrifying. 1-A seemed to get over their initial shock pretty quickly enough as they ran and faced off against the yetis, equipped with ice and weapons made of bone.

"Strike fear into your enemy's hearts!" Frostbite yelled at them. "Put your whole being into it!"

"Is this how you were taught?" Eraserhead asked, eyebrow raised. Phantom shrugged.

"More or less. Though I was also trying to memorize ghost laws at the same time. This scar on my eyebrow is from hesitating while I was trying to remember Clockwork's time laws."

Eraserhead hummed noncommittally before turning back to his students. "I'm gonna take a nap. Don't kill them, please."

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"So, how was it?" Danny asked with a grin. Frostbite and Pandora were standing on either side of him, while Aizawa was standing off to the side. The class was lying on the ground, covered in scrapes and bruises, dirt and ice and ectoplasm. They were panting hard.

A few of them glared, but others held up a weak thumbs-up. Pandora stepped forward.

"You are the next generation of warriors," she said. She spoke with authority, easily capturing everyone's attention. "You adapt well, but you hesitate to much. If you don't strike first, they will. So do as I said earlier-show them your most ferocious smile and devour them."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Kaminari groaned.

"It means fight with all you have, and take any necessary measures you need to to come out on top. Show them why your heroes. You're all passionate in your own way. Take that to the battlefield and make them regret waking up that day," Danny supplied. He had long since learned how to decipher Pandora's battle talk.

"You're all exceptional, but there's always room for growth," Frostbite told them. "Don't let your vision of yourself hinder your own progress. Start thinking outside of the box for the uses of your powers. I think you'll all be amazed by what you may find."

"Well said, Frostbite," Danny nodded in agreeance. "Are you guys ready to go home?"

All twenty heads nodded furiously. It was all they had the energy for. Danny smiled and nodded before stepping to the side and opening another portal. He peaked his head through just to make sure they were back at U.A. he stepped back and gestured towards the portal.

One by one they all went through. Aizawa nodded to Danny's colleagues and stepped through last. Danny turned to Pandora with a grin.

"Thanks for wearing them out. They've had a lot of pent-up energy lately. Misplaced aggression does wonders, doesn't it?"

Pandora laughed and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "You can bring them around any time you want. My warriors definitely needed the training."

"As did mine," Frostbite said with a fond smile as he looked down at Danny. "Will I be seeing you for tea this weak, Great One?" He asked. Danny shrugged.

"I might have to rain check on tea, but next week I'll be bringing Class 1-B for this. We can make it up there?"

"It would be my honor," Frostbite said.

"Rad. I'll see you guys soon."

He waved one more time before entering the class of 1-A. The kids were gathering their stuff, and the sun was setting. It was a good thing they had dorms.

"You guys did great today. I don't think I've ever heard Pandora compliment somebody like that," he told them. "Not even when I trained under her. And I know you have questions, but they can wait. You can rest first, and we can circle back another day."

Aizawa yawned behind his scarf as the kids shuffled out one by one until it was just the teachers left.

"You wanna come see Vlad shit bricks when I take him and his class next week?" Danny asked. Aizawa shrugged, but he could feel the mirth coming from his coworker.

"Absolutely I do."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #pandora #shouta aizawa #frostbite #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #eraserhead #class 1a

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playedcrowd5610 · 3 years

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Danny Phantom Head Canons -Part 4

This is part 4 of my Danny Phantom head canons! I hope you enjoy! ^^

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

61. Sometimes if Sam is really annoyed with Danny she will threaten to put Danny in the thermos.

62. During the summer Danny’s friends and sister use him as a walking air conditioner, following him around and asking him to make himself colder for them

63. Jazz learned how to drive the GAV, and Danny didn’t because he thinks flying is better.

64. Danny doesn't like to overshadow people, it is his least favorite power after the Freakshow incident. He hates the idea of taking away someone's free will.

65. If Danny uses his ghostly wail in his human form he can’t talk for a week as it would have shredded his vocal cords.

66. Danny has tons of scars all over his body, he is very self conscious about taking off his shirt around other people. The scars include: claw marks, burn marks, weapon marks (stab wounds and cuts), and large bruises. He also has one more prominent scar in the shape of a lightning strike spreading up his left arm from where he got electrocuted and died. It looks very faint in his human form but much more noticeable in his ghost form if he uncovers his arm.

67. Princess Dora is really skilled in using a sword, and is completely self taught.

68. Danny’s favorite colour is Red, but Phantom’s favorite colour is blue. For some reason they have different favorite colours and Danny doesn't know why.

69. When Danny is being affectionate his core purrs, Sam and Tucker often joke about it.

70. Ghosts get very defensive about their deaths and obsessions. You never ask a ghost how they died, you WILL regret it. It is uncommon for a ghost not to attack you if you ask.

71. Sometimes Box Ghost and Lunch Lady drop off their daughter Box lunch with Phantom to babysit. Sometimes Danny brings her over to hang out with Sam as she is much better at taking care of kids than Danny is. Box lunch likes to call her Auntie Sam

72. Sometimes Johnny comes to check on Danny and make sure he is okay with his parents, and make sure he is safe. As Johnny had bad parents as well, he feels for Danny having ghost hunting parents.

73. If Danny is extremely exhausted Skulker will stop mid fight to ask if he is okay. If Danny says he is fine they will continue fighting. But if something really bad happens Skulker will leave Danny alone, saying that he will only fight the best and wait till Danny is better.

74. Cujo follows Danny around because Danny was the first ghost (being like him) that he ever met after he died. They are now bonded and Cujo can track him anywhere.

75. All of the other ghosts call Cujo Phantom’s dog, but Danny always denies it saying that Cujo just really likes him. He’s not fooling anybody.

76. There are only two types of cores, fire and Ice, fire is much more common of a core and 95% of ghosts will be fire core ghosts. Also depending on the ghosts specialty, fire core ghosts can control electricity/lightning. Examples are Technus controlling Technology and Pandora shooting lighting.

77. Vortex has a rare thing that is known as a split core. A fire and ice core. He can use these to control all of the elements. And when he splits himself in half, one half can control only fire core elements and the other half can only control Ice core things. Both halves are their respective colors of red and blue and slightly smaller than his normal green form.

78. The far frozen is too cold for fire core ghosts to go to for long periods of time. If they are there too long they can get sick and need to get back to their lair/haunt to recharge.

79. Most ghosts do not know that Danny has met Clockwork, and some of them think the master of time is a myth.

80. Most ghosts often use quotes like ‘Clockwork be with you’ or ‘Thank the Ancients’. Including Danny.

81. Seeing as Danny had defeated Pariah dark in a battle he technically has full rights to take over the throne but Danny doesn't want to do this because he sees it as controlling other people, he sees that everyone else was already doing just fine on their own so he decides to leave them be, and they are extremely grateful for that.

This was part 4 of some of my DP head cannons. Please tell me if you want to see more, and what you thought of them. <3

And also, what are some of your own Danny phantom head canons? I would love to hear about them!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

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messrmoonyy · 3 years

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The fluff 49 with Remadora!!

I literally used to always just write from Doras thoughts yet here I am now obsessed with writing outta Remus’ head. Jealous Remus. We love to see it. Prompt from this list.

Prompt: ‘ is somebody jealous? ‘

Pairing: Remus lupin x Nymphadora Tonks

Warnings: mild language

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Remus didn’t think he was a particularly jealous person. And he had plenty to be jealous of when he thought about it. But it just… never crossed his mind to be jealous. He was too far past having an emotion so useless, jealousy would never get him anyway. Being jealous of a man with more money than he had wouldn’t magically make a hundred galleons appear in his pocket. Being jealous of other people his age who were settled down with families wouldnt make his family return from the dead. Yet…. There he was, sat at his desk in the Grimmauld place library, practically seething.

He knew he was being ridiculous. Completely. But watching Sirius and Nymphadora laughing on the other side of the room was making his blood boil. He felt a little stupid in fact, they were related after all. But. The Blacks did have a bit of reputation for that didn’t they. And there was the matter that he’d heard Harry talking to Hermione about how he thought Nymphadora and Sirius were secretly a couple. And of course to top it all off Sirius had, and probably always would be, an absolute ladies man.

He didn’t really have a right to be jealous. Yes he and Tonks had been getting very… close, if that was even the best choice of words. He didn’t think close did justice right the several bouts of snogging he had found himself in a multitude of places around Grimmauld place. Only the previous night on the exact sofa she was pratting around on with Sirius now. Not to mention the nights Tonks snook into his room, or cornered him in the back of the library. And there was that one time he’d practically jumped her in the drawing room after a meeting. But there hadnt been any real discussion on what they were.

The only vague discussion being after their first kiss, when Remus has avoided her for a good four days after. Wracked with guilt that he’d let his self control slip. But she’d cornered him in the kitchen and forced him to confront the situation head on. He’d tried to tell her it was probably a mistake. That he wasn’t exactly the best of choices for her. But she’d told him he was ridiculous, that she didn’t care about his age. His condition. But there hadn’t been a talk on their situation since. He didn’t like to bring it up. Maybe it was simply casual for her. A late night hook up when she had stress form work to blow off. So he couldn’t be jealous could he.

But he was. Insanely so. His grip tightening on his quill as Sirius flung another awful joke at her and she threw her head back with laughter. Remus didn’t get it but she clearly did. He tried to distract his jealousy away by focusing on just how beautiful she was when she was laughing, how her eyes crinkled at the corners and her cheeks flushed pink. But it didn’t work as well as he hoped. Because if he noticed those things. Sirius must too.

“ if you two are going to continue being so noisy then would you just leave. Some of us are trying to work “ he snapped, slamming his fist to the desk for good measure. Sirius made some grumbled remark about Remus being a bore. But he didn’t care enough to pay attention.

“ ooo Tonksie that’s his professor tone “ Sirius said in a loud whisper before laughing again and nudging Tonks with his elbow “ sorry sir. Detention for talking in class? “ they both burst into laughter, Tonks steadying herself with a hand to Sirius’ shoulder. Remus sighed and tried to ignore them, his knuckles turning white around his quill. “ oh come on Re. Have a drink, lighten up “

“ I’m not in the mood. I’m trying to work “ he grumbled, purposely not looking over at she’d Sirius now had his arm slung around Tonks shoulders. He was being ridiculous. Though Tonks seemed to pick up on it.

There was then some hushed talking between the two of them, that his heightened senses would’ve allowed him to hear if he cared enough. But instead He huffed and looked back down at his mission report. There was the creek of the library door as Sirius left with another remark about how boring Remus was and then quiet. Assuming that Tonks had followed Sirius out of the room he debated on going to find her. But a few moments later her arms looped around his neck from behind him, her nose brushing against his cheek.

“ is somebody jealous? “ she said quietly, mischief evident in her tone. He’d hoped he hadn’t been so obvious. Clearly he had. Of course he had. He wasn’t exactly well practiced in the art of hiding his affections for someone. And besides, Tonks could read him like a book.

“ I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about “ he felt her smile against his cheek and she tightened her hold on him, bringing her chin down to rest on his shoulder.

“ he’s my cousin Remus. I might technically be a Black by name, but not by nature. Not really into the whole ‘ fuck your family members ‘ thing you know? Especially not Sirius. Merlin. It’d be like shacking up with a brother or something. Nasty. Ugh now you’ve put that imagine in my head “ she shivered at the thought and he couldn’t help but smile.

“ you said yourself he’s handsome “ he pointed out, remembering the conversation that had actually lead to their first kiss, in a much similar situation to the one they were currently in. His so thought non existent jealousy coming out to bite.

“ doesn’t mean I wanna shag him Remus “

“ you always have such a way with words “ she laughed lightly and moved around in front of him, hopping up onto the desk and folding her arms.

“ I’m quite offended actually “ Remus sat back in his chair and watched her intently. Her cheeks were flushed slightly from drinking “ I mean come. On. Remus. You’ll be saying I’m shacking up with Arthur next because I laugh at his dad jokes “ when she put it like that he guessed he had been a bit irrational with his thoughts.

“ I heard Harry talking about it with Ron and Hermione. I think most of the kids believe you and Sirius are up to something “ she scoffed at that and quirked an eyebrow.

“ so you’re listening to the theories of the most unobservant boy in the entire country? I mean I love the boy I do, but I think he needs a new pair of glasses. His clearly aren’t working well “ a small smile tugged at his face then, Harry was a bright boy but he did have a tendency to be quite…. Oblivious. To everything. Tonks was quiet for a few more moments before tilting her head to the side inquisitively, chewing lightly on her bottom lip. She looked deep in thought “ so what’s this really about then? “ Remus frowned and raised his hands as if in mock surrender.

“ nothing. I told you I heard Harry and the way you were with Sirius.. it’s nothing “ she rolled her eyes and hopped off the desk, stepping either side of his legs and wiggling to get comfortable in his lap. His hands flew to her waist, unable to stop himself as she placed her hands to his shoulders and titled her head again.

“ Remus “ her voice was slightly sterner but she was smiling at him “ you can talk to me. You know you can “ he debated telling her the truth. That he was just getting jealous because she could do far better than him. She could have whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted. And he was scared to lose her. What they had, whatever it really was, was great. Remus hadn’t been so happy in a long. Long. Time. He didn’t want to push too far and send her packing. But he didn’t want to hang too far back and have her run off to someone else. It was a constant dilemma in his head.

“ you and I “ he started, not really even sure where he was going with his speech “ it’s good. It’s. It’s marvellous “ she laughed a little and nodded with a tight lipped smile.

“ it is. Though I sense a ‘ but ‘ incoming “ he sighed and fiddled nervously with one of the beads on her shirt. They were haphazardly sewn all over it and he wondered if she’d added them herself.

“ I’m just waiting for the inevitable “ he said after another short moment of silence. Deciding now was a better time as any to tell her. She was stubborn and she had him right where she wanted him. So it was going to come out there and then whether he liked it or not really.

“ ‘ the inevitable’ being?…. “

“ finding someone better- no now before you make that face let me finish. Please “ she had sighed as soon as the words left his mouth, sitting back slightly with an eye roll.

“ Remus we’ve talked about this. Can you just get it into your head, that I fancy you. Not Sirius. Not some random ‘ someone better ‘. You “ he couldn’t lie that the words made his heart pound just that bit faster. The confirmation being all he’d really needed. But there was always going to be that worry in the back of his mind. It would never go away.

“ I know. And maybe I’m a fool to keep bringing it up. But you have to admit that I’m not exactly at the top of most peoples most eligible list “ she took his face in her hands then, making him look her in the eyes. He’d noticed she didn’t change their colour very often anymore after he’d made an offhand remark about how beautiful her natural brown eyes were. They were captivating.

“ no one else bloody matters though. You’re at the top of my list. That’s all that matters. Maybe I’m mental. Maybe I’m not. All I know, is you’re one of the only truly decent man I’ve ever met. You don’t make me morph. You’re so respectful it’s practically dripping off of you. And you’re proper fit too which is totally just a bonus “ he hoped she couldn’t feel his cheeks heating up under her hands. But her smile told him she probably could.

It was odd for him to look at her and think that some one could ever even have the nerve to make her morph for them. To fit their idea of what was perfect. He thought she was marvellous in whatever form she thought was best fitting for her each day. He’d never dream of making her change. In his eyes, there had never been a more perfect specimen of a person to walk the earth. She made him laugh. Made him feel normal. Cared for. He couldn’t believe she would ever have eyes for him. But she did. And he guessed that miracles must truly be real.

“ I’m sorry for being so jealous “ her face softened again and the backs of her fingers brushed over his cheek.

“ it’s fine. I mean. At least it shows you care? “ she laughed a little and he felt his tension melting away a little.

“ I do “ her hand crept towards the back of his neck, her fingers slipping into his hair and she shuffled a little closer again.

“ good. Now stop being a mope and realise we’re on own again “ she whispered the last part, her face inching closer so he felt her breath on his lips. And with a smirk she caught his lips in hers.

#messrmoonyy writes #I don’t really like this one ngl #but hope you do #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #remadora #harry potter #remus x tonks #ronks #the marauders #lupin #tonks x lupin #tonks #remus x nymphadora #remadora one shot

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