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hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds · 3 months

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Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Aaron Hotchner X Daughter Reader

Request: Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Third person pov...

It happened so fast that even Y/N had trouble remembering what happened. She rememberd she had jsut said good bye to her Dad and was on her way to school.

Her dad had been worried, There was a killer on the loose, targeting young girls between the ages of thirteen to sixteen with brown hair. The victims were always found tied to a chair, brutally beaten and traumatized.

Aaron was a part of the team assigned to the case and it hit too close to home. His own daughter fit the description of the victims, making him even more desperate to catch the killer.

The man had been weary about letting his daughter out, but realised he could keep her under lock and key, she had her life to live and had to go to school.

The 14 year old was casually walking to school, her bag on her back and happy walking in the sun, she passed by a suspicious car.

The instant she did she felt the persons eyes on her, it heightened her anxiety but she kept on walking to school. Slowly she got out her phone from her pocket and began tapping on it.

A man then got out of said car, he was tall, kept his head down, he began to follow the teen. Y/N looked behind her every few seconds while tapping on her phone.

She was planning to text her dad and began walking quicker, she heard the man walk faster to catch up with her.

The brown haired girl taps her Dads contact and begins typing, they had a code word for incidents like this she had to be quick.

DADDIO

Y/N

Ech

"Hey there" comes voice from behind the girl scaring her. She turns quickly and hides her phone, the teen looks up it was the guy following her.

She stared at the man, not saying a word. This made the man angry, Y/N saw grit his teeth slightly, she then inches away slightly from him.

The guy keeps a friendly smile on his face as he looks at the young girl. "Sorry for scaring ya. Just wanted to ask if you could tell me where the library is?" He asks the girl, Y/N relaxes slightly, her legs tense she was ready to run if the guy posed as a threat.

She looks at the time on her phone her message to her dad still open. Once seeing the time she looks back up. "Sorry can't help you I'm running late for school" she says to the man soundly apologetic.

She turns to run but her wrist is grabbed, the mans grip was hard and it was painful. Y/N tried to wretch her arm away but it only made the grip on her wrist tighten, he was twisting her wrist a way it shouldn't go.

Tears at the corner of her eyes she tried to yell for help but one look from the guy said 'you scream and I break it' so she kept her mouth shut, with her hand gone she uses her other to try and text behind her back.

She taps on her phone suddenly it falls from her grip. Looking at the ground I horror her phones screen was horribly cracked, she jsut hoped she was able to send the message.

The man then begins dragging her to his car, unlucky for her know one was around to see her being dragged off. Suddenly everything went black.

With Hotch...

Aaron Hotchner had just arrived at the office after seeing his children off to school, he sighs as he walks into the Bullpen.

The others had already arrived and were standing around Reids desk. Hearing his phone go off he gets it out, upon lookomg at the screen his face goes pale.

Gideon who was walking towards the man noticed the man face instantly and was worried. "Hotch? What's wrong?" He asks the man, drawing the attention off the team.

Soon they all surrounded their unit chief. The man had an iron grip on his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Hotch, man tell us has something happened?" Asks Derek he taps the man's shoudler.

This seemed to jolt the man out of his frozen state. "Y/Ns in trouble" the team act, everyone gathering in the round table room.

Echo was there codeword for danger and Y/N and Jack knew they should knly use if for emergencies, Hotch knows Y/N would never abuse that rule.

Hotch pacing in the corner, Derek and Elle going over the evidence they have, Reid trying to form a geo plan of the unsubs comfort zone, JJ was on call with crime lab, Gideon ws thinking the evidence over while still calming down Hotch the man was wearing a hole into the floor.

"Hotch, you have to stay calm, we need you at your best to find Y/N" reasoned Gideon, the man managed to get the worried man to claim down slightly, he stopped pacing but tapped his finger against his leg instead

"Anything yet?" He asks impatiently. The team all shakes their heads, the man impatience grows as they work. Suddenly JJ gets a call. "Yes hello this is Agent Jareau, you have something" her voice gains the attention of the others.

"They found where Y/N had been taken" she explains to them Hotch visibly relaxes. Then JJs face goes worried. "What's wrong JJ?" Questions the man his anxiety on edge.

JJ thanks the person and ends the call. "Im sorry Hotch, all they could find was her phone. The screen had been smashed" she tells the worried Dad.

Hotch freezes. "What" he whispers as the team watch him.

With Y/N...

The 13 year old was in a dark room, stripped off her skirt and shirt, only in her shorts (she wears under skirts) and her tank top on. Shivers rack her naked body.

Either fear or the cold she didn't know, shivering she slowly looked around her head in pain from the punch she got from the man, she tried to move only her legs and wrist where tied to the cold uncomfortable chair she was on.

"Someone help me,please" she whispers to herself, she wants her dad, she wants to be home and in her dad's arms. "Daddy" she sobs to herself, suddenly a door is opened.

A bright light comes from a staircase she just realised, tears running down her face she sees the man from before walking down and coming towards her.

Shaking again she tries to move the chair away from the freak, she aches to be able to kick the man in the goods. " No go away leave me alone" she shouts to him, the man had a frightening look on his face.

As he got closer Y/N saw something shimmer in the light, it was a knife. E/C eyes widened in terror, her wiggling increased. "No no get away! Daddy daddy!" To her luck footsteps are heard upstairs.

She screams louder hoping to draw their attention to the basement. "Daddy daddy down here hurry" the man gabbed her face harshly to stop her from screaming.

The damage was done "let the girl go you son of a bitch!" Yells a very familiar voice, it was Derek Morgan one of Y/Ns uncle. E/C eyes once again fill with tears at the sight of her Dads team.

She sees the horrified looks on Elle, Gideon and Derek faces as the creep puts the knife against her throat, his face still covering her mouth.

Behind them she sees her Dad his face is angry, he wasn't happy. Taking a chance she bites the man hard, with a cry he let's her go but shoves the girl away making her fall back hitting her head on the wall.

Vision swimming she hears a gunshot, the creeps body falls next to her, muffled shouts are heard, before long she was being untied, then picked up by someone, recognising the scent she realises it was Derek.

She wraps her aching arms around his neck tightly as he wraps her in many blankets, sobbing loudly he tries to comfort her.

Derek rubs the girls back as Hotch gets a few punches in on the Unsub, he hated how long it to them to find him and save Y/N.

The traumatized girl continues to cry as Derek comforts her, once Gideon finally pulled Hotch off the Unsub the man remembers his daughter and goes to her.

Feeling guilty about not comforting her first, Derek puts the girl in his arms and walks away, Hotch shushes and bounces Y/N in his arms.

"Your safe now baby, its Daddy" he comforts, her Y/N continues to cry happy she was saved. "Dad your here your here" she cries Hotch just hugs her tightly not letting her go. "I'm here baby" he whispers.

The end!

Long one for this request.

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait of updating, I've been busy with classes. As usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1610

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pixystixx · 6 months

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Hi can you do 2023 bill kaulitz x 13 year old daughter reader where reader has a best friend who's a boy and is german-Lebanese and his name is hassan and he's tan and has Siren blue eyes and wears black glasses and he's quiet and calm and likes staring at the reader because it's his habit and he doesn't know English so the reader speaks German to him and Tokio hotel invites both of them to their rehearsal and while the boys are talking they notice the boy and reader being close to eachother like hugging and he's putting his head on her shoulder and laughing and the reader is doing something and he stares at her and the boys tell bill about both of them and what they're doing and bill goes protective mode and Georg tells him that they will get married when they grow up and (i ran out of ideas so you can make your own too)

My Little Girl

tysm for the request!! this one's kind of shortt, my bad. i'm running on four hours of sleep and i have to get up at 5 am tomorrow. lol

2023 Bill Kaulitz is f!reader's dad

Summary: You and your best friend Hassan go to your dad’s (Bill’s) band rehearsal. Your friend is very timid and quiet. During the rehearsal, you and Hassan hang out like you always do. You overhear Bill’s friends talking about how cozy you guys are with each other. Bill switches over to complete protective dad mode. (572 words)

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“Hassan!” you call out to your best friend, “Are you ready?” Hassan nods and smiles timidly at you. He follows you into the studio. Your dad, Bill, is already chatting with the other bandmates. His bandmates are Georg, with short, brown hair, Gustav, with even shorter, blonde hair, and Tom, with long, dark hair. Tom is Bill’s twin brother, so they'd look the same if it weren't for their drastically different styles. “We can sit over here,” you say, leading Hassan to two chairs.

The band is chatting quietly, and silence fills the air. “What music does your dad play?” Hassan asks, pushing his black glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“They used to play rock music, but they still do sometimes. They do a lot more pop songs now. I’ve played you some of their music before,” you ramble. While you talk, Hassan never breaks eye contact. His light-blue eyes stare into yours. It doesn’t bother you at all. He’s always done that. After you finish ranting about your dad’s music, they finally start working on a few songs.

“I forgot to do my math homework,” Hassan whispers, lips next to your ear. You laugh at him, and he frowns.

You pull him into a hug and say, “I’ll help you with it. Ms. Kendra gives the worst homework.” You keep your arms embraced around him for a bit. You release him from the hug and stick your tongue out at him. Hassan laughs again and lays his head on your shoulder.

“Y/N, do you want us to play your favorite song?” Bill asks, walking over to Hassan and you. You nod with a bright smile on your face. The band plays your favorite song, and you sing along with your dad. You dance around happily, and Hassan sits on the floor watching you. His eyes follow your every move.

Even though Hassan looks happily content on the ground, you walk over to him and grab his hands. You pull him up and make him dance with you. His cheeks turn pink since he’s shy. You continue forcing him to dance to the song.

Hassan and you sit back on the ground after dancing for a bit. You two are out of breath and laughing. He lays his head back onto your shoulder as you two laugh.

“Bill, look at your daughter and that boy,” Tom laughs, pointing at you guys. Bill turns his head and shifts to a shade of pink.

“They’re definitely going to get married in their twenties,” Georg chimes in. Bill shakes his head in denial.

“No! My daughter will forever be my little girl. No boy can marry her, not on my watch,” Bill explains, practically fuming, “She’s too young to be having crushes. They’re just close.”

You and Hassan start laughing at your dad’s overprotectiveness. Bill’s face is practically the color of his pink button-up shirt. Tom walks over to you guys and crouches down to sit next to you.

“Your dad might be a little overprotective, Y/N,” Tom smiles.

“I’m so not, Tom!” Bill argues, “I just love my little girl.”

“Dad, I’m 13 now!” you whine. Bill starts walking over towards you. Bill picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You erupt in laughter as he shakes you around.

“If I can still pick you up like this, you’re still my little girl.”

#bill kaulitz x you #billkaulitz #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz x reader

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abiiors · 7 months

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leaves fallen sparse 🍂 // ross macdonald x reader

promptober '23 - day 13

a/n: another dad!ross fic <33 cw: none, just fluff wc: 900

when april first learns to walk, it’s the beginning of summer. she’s a fast learner; crawling one day and then pulling herself up the next before walking towards an extremely astonished ross and throwing herself in his arms.

he catches her, of course—teary-eyed and ecstatic and looking at you with the biggest smile ever which you’re sure you mirror. by the time autumn rolls around, april has mastered the art. and you’ve mastered the art of keeping her out of trouble.

every morning, she toddles to the backyard, finding the perfectly crunchy leaves to step on and giggling when they make a loud noise. ross points out new leaves to her while you join them with a steaming mug of coffee. today, however, the ground is littered with significantly more leaves than usual.

“ross!” you call out, ruffling your daughte’s hair subconsciously. “the yard needs some raking, i think. d’you have time?”

he walks out minutes later, looking effortlesslely handsome in a hoodie and jeans. ross bends down, placing a kiss on your head before placing one on april’s head; mother and daughter rewarding him with matching smiles. “i’ll do it,” he says and goes to the shed in search of a rake.

fifteen minutes later, april is on a little blanket in one corner of your backyard. it’s a crisp autumn day—not too cold and not too warm—and you have decided to make a little picnic out of her breakfast. she hums to herself—something that sounds suspiciously like the theme to cocomelon—while happily munching on her apple and curiously following ross’ every move.

“daddy clean?” she asks, pointing at the rake in his hands. her eyes are wide, your excited little baby who has a million questions about every single thing. you’re sure she wants to ask about the rake, she just doesn’t have the words for it yet.

“he’s removing the leaves, baby,” you tell her, wiping apple crumbs off of her hands when she’s done. then an idea strikes. “you wanna help him?”

“help?” she perks up and nods vigorously, tiny pigtails bouncing up and down.

instantly, she’s on her feet, not even waiting for you to tell her how she can help. but you decide to let her figure it out.

april watches ross; watches him gather a bunch of leaves before tossing it onto the sizeable pile he has got going on not too far away from her. then she looks around, and toddles to a stray leaf as soon as she spots it.

“i help!” she announces it proudly and tosses the leaf onto the pile. both you and ross watch in awe.

“oh, my darling,” ross coos, tossing the tool aside and swinging her up into his arms. “so clever, bub.”

april giggles when ross blows a raspberry on her stomach, her matching set of dimples on full display and you melt in place—misty eyed and perhaps the happiest you have ever been. he just looks so completely in love with her, content and full of joy like you’ve never seen him before.

“leaf!” she yells loudly, pointing at another one by your foot and you quickly blink the sentimental tears away. you pick up the leaf under april’s watchful gaze, tossing it onto the pile just like she had. it’s a sizeable pile now, definitely more than you’ve got in the last few days. definitely big enough to entertain a toddler…

“ross, set her down,” you tell him excitedly, calling her over when he does so. his face brightens a second later as he realises what you’re doing.

“c’mere baby,” you tell her, “hold my hands. both of them, good girl!”

april waits with baited breath right next to the pile. ross walks up behind her, poised and ready for your cue. you can already feel the excitement in your stomach, the anticipation of how she would react.

“now,” you giggle and hold her hands as ross lifts her a few inches above the ground and helps her jump on the pile.

a loud crunch rips through the stillness of the morning. for a second april stands in the pile, stunned and utterly still and panic shoots through you.

shit shit shit. what if the loud noise scared her? what if she wasn’t ready for the small jump? what if—

april laughs so loudly that you startle a little. panic quickly melts into utter adoration as she claps her hands together, laughing giddily.

“more, daddy, more!” she turns to him again, arms raised for uppies so he can help her jump again. ross obliges happily.

the crunch is not as loud this time, but it doesn’t matter to april. as soon as the she’s done giggling and clapping her hands a second time, she’s back to raising her arms.

“oh you love it, don’t you bub?” ross kisses her tiny head, picking her up once again. april is too busy jumping to answer him but he’s too busy doting on her to care.

judging by her face, you know this will now be a part of her daily morning routine. but you and ross are happy to give her whatever she wants when you get rewarded with blissful moments like these and april’s little giggles.

lemme know what you think <33

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hippolotamus · 6 months

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Fuck it Friday 🌻

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 (do yourself a favor and visit their FIF posts. promise you won't regret it)

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so i kinda got this idea. it's more than likely going to the backburner for a while (i have got to finish the stuff i already started) anyway, i came across this post that was adorable af (some screenshots below)

brain said 'huh. what if a young Eddie wants to take young Evan on a date? and then gets shamed for it. because of course he does. and then Eddie has to work through all his crap as an adult so he can then ask Buck on a date?' so i'm dumping what i have under the cut. mwah!

Eddie sits on the end of his parent’s bed, kicking his bare feet in time with a song only he can hear. He can’t remember the name, only the basic rhythm that his music teacher, Ms. Hughes, taught them.

Tap Tap Thump! Tap Tap Thump!

The wooden footboard is starting to bother his heels, turning them a faint red, but he continues tap-thumping along, not ready to stop just yet. It keeps him busy while his mama gets ready for a night out with Papa.

“What do you think, Eddito?” She asks, meeting his gaze in her vanity mirror.

She holds up two different earrings. One is tiny, barely visible between her fingers except for the way it sparkles in the light. The other is bigger, in a sort of loop shape with a jade stone at the bottom that matches her green dress. He thinks she looks pretty with both of them, but he remembers his dad boasting about the tiny one being a real diamond. Eddie’s not sure what that means. It seems important though if the way Papa looked was any indication.

Papa was so proud when he gave them to her after his last business trip, practically beaming. Mama wasn’t quite as pleased. Not like she was when Eddie and Sophia gave her the jade pair for Christmas. Maybe she was just tired that day? She usually is when Papa goes away for work.

“The sparkly ones,” he tells her confidently. If Papa knows Eddie helped choose them for tonight, maybe it’ll help him earn some extra time for catch tomorrow.

Eddie’s been extra helpful this week, helping Mama look after Sophia, setting the table, and dusting around the house before his dad came back from Houston. Hopefully Mama will mention that, too. He might only be nine but he’s getting bigger all the time (Abuela tells him so) and can do a lot more things than his little sister.

“Thank you, mijo.” She tucks her long hair behind her ears so she can put the earrings in.

He rearranges himself on the bed so he’s on his belly with elbows bent, chin resting on his open palms. His feet automatically restart their rhythmic drumming.

Mama picks a lipstick and carefully swipes the brilliant red across her lips. She pinches them together a few times before she’s satisfied, swapping the small tube for a square container and something that looks like a funny, fluffy paint brush. He watches her swirl the brush and lift it to her cheeks, tinting them a dusky pink.

“Where are you and Papa going?”

“Out for dinner at a nice restaurant. Maybe some dancing.”

“Why?” He asks, not particularly sure why he suddenly wants to know. Tia Pepa is babysitting tonight, which means a bowl of ice cream neither of them will ever admit to while they watch telenovelas.

“He’s been traveling and it’s a nice way to celebrate when he comes home.”

“Because, Edmundo.” Papa glides through the doorway, like he was waiting for the perfect moment, stopping to stand behind Mama. “You’ll figure this out when you’re older, but date nights are key to keeping everyone happy. Especially your mother.”

He tilts her chin up, leaning down for a kiss. Gross.

“Ramon,” she scolds. “Now I have to fix my lipstick.”

Papa sighs playfully. He turns to Eddie, shrugging as if to ask what are you going to do?

“So a date is just going out to a fancy restaurant? For no reason?” Eddie muses aloud. The whole thing sounds a little boring and undeserving of a special title.

“It can be,” Mama says. “Or it can be some other activity. People go out just because and for meaningful days, too, like an anniversary or birthday. As long as you’re with someone special, it can be whatever you decide.”

Oh. Well that changes things.

“Like laser tag and pizza?”

“Sure,” Papa answers with a chuckle while he digs through a dresser drawer.

An idea begins to form in his brain. His best friend in the whole world, Evan, is moving at the end of the summer, just weeks away. Evan and his sister, Maddie, have lived next door as long as he can remember. He and Eddie do everything together. Other than his family, there’s nobody more special than Evan.

#this is unedited etc #like literally a brain dump #it's probably gonna change #fuck it friday #hippo writes #fic: praying to god one day you'll be mine #buddie wip #i hate the diaz parents so much #but it's so fun to take things out on them y'know?

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Can Anybody See Me? Part 16

Hello, darlings! I am back with this wonderful story. I figure there will be about 20 chapters provided more drama doesn’t crop up for our lovely duo.

The Cinderella thing is mostly true. Not the throw up part but the English teacher part. And she did swear off drama.

Also I used real lines from the play 1776 all credit goes to the writer Peter Stone.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Eddie always got tired of hearing the music by the time the last week before the performance came around. But he never got tired of watching Steve learn the dance moves or say his lines.

What was impressive was the fact that Steve picked up his lines faster then the kids that had been doing this for years. The actor playing John Adams kept stumbling over the line “Does anybody see what I see?” He kept saying “Does anyone see what I see?”

Eddie could tell even from the light booth that Steve was about to leap from the sidelines and strangle him.

Miss Lucy called out the correct line for the tenth time and the kid threw his arms in the air and walked off the stage in frustration.

Miss Lucy sighed. “All right, I guess we take a short break before getting back to it.” Marty patted her shoulder and went to go talk to him.

Steve turned to Janice. “You want to strangle Vince or shall I?”

Janice laughed. “How about we take turns?”

By then Eddie had made his way to them, the boring way. As in he actually used the stairs.

“Now, now, Stevie,” he growled low. “Threatening John Adams is a completely different part of the play!”

Steve and Janice laughed. Eddie loved this laugh. It wasn’t the dark chuckle or sneering smirk from his King Steve years. It was an actual laugh, open mouthed and loud.

“You ready for your first performance in front of a live audience?” Janice asked.

Steve gulped. “No?”

“There’s always someone who throws up,” she said with a grin. “So if you feel like up chucking, just do it in the designated garbage can with the lid to keep the smell from getting to everyone else.”

Eddie winced. “Yeah, we really don’t need a repeat of Cinderella.”

Steve’s face drained of color. “What happened with Cinderella?”

Marty came up from behind Janice and said, “The kid playing the King threw up on the girl playing the fairy godmother. Like all over her dress. And apparently she had a weak stomach, so she threw up too. And then the girl playing one of the step-sisters threw up because of the smell...and it just spiraled from there.”

“They had to cancel that performance,” Janice finished with a grimace.

“That performance?” Eddie said. “Hell they had to push back all of the performances until the following week so that they had time to get all the costumes dry cleaned.”

“It was a mess,” Marty said.

Steve frowned. “When was this?”

“Oh this was in middle school,” Marty said. “Um...our seventh grade I believe if Eddie was there for that.”

Eddie nodded. “The English teacher wanted to direct that year and she was a way better teacher than the actual drama teacher. But after the puking incident she swore off drama forever.”

It was Steve’s turned to wince. “I can’t say I blame her.”

“So yeah,” Janice said. “Please use the designated receptacles if you decide you need to throw up.”

Steve grimaced. “I don’t usually throw up when I’m nervous or scared, so I think I should be fine.”

Eddie frowned at the edition of scared to that statement. When the hell would Steve have been frightened? He supposed he could be referring to his dad, but this felt like it was something else.

“All right, everyone!” Miss Lucy called out. “Places!”

Steve got back out there and stood on his mark. Vince and Martin, the kid who was playing Hancock got to theirs.

“I’m still from Massachusetts, John;” Martin said, “you know where I stand. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“No, you’re the President of Congress,” Vince said. “You’re a fair man, Hancock—stay that way.”

The messenger boy came in and handed Steve the dispatch.

“Tell me Mr Thomson, out of curiosity, do you stand with Mr Dickinson or do you stand with me?

Steve held up the dispatch. “I stand with the General. Lately–I’ve had the oddest feeling that he’s been–writing to me,” he said.

And this time the scene went off without a hitch.

“Cut!” Miss Lucy called. “Well done everyone!”

“Steve just a little more emotion in the ‘me’ bit, okay?” she said. “Your voice is supposed to crack with the despair of it all.”

Steve nodded.

“Kenny,” she said, “The way you uttered you line sent chills down my spine. Keep that up.”

Steve privately thought that Kenny should have been Adams instead of Lyman Hall. He was the much better actor. The only thing Steve could figure is that Kenny wanted the Georgia representative role.

It was one Steve had originally thought to try out for, but after reading the script a couple times decided that between Hall and Thomson, Thomson was a better fit for him.

They managed to get through the entire play that day.

Steve met up with Janice, Marty, and Eddie afterwards.

Eddie rubbed his hands together. “I can’t wait for next week.”

Marty laughed. “Yeah, yeah, Mr High School Delinquent wanting a valid reason to skip class...”

Steve frowned. “Why would we get to skip class?”

All three heads turned to him in shock.

“How do you not know?” Janice asked, her eyes wide.

“Know what?” Steve asked even further confused.

Marty smacked his head. “Shit! We’ve never actually said it out loud.”

Janice and Eddie turned to him.

“Wait, seriously?” Eddie asked eyes wide as he tilted his head forward in shock.

“We assumed everyone would know because we do it every year,” Marty explained.

“Steve,” Janice began, “did you not go to the high school productions of the school play in elementary?”

Steve frowned. “I vaguely remember that, I guess. I don’t think I ever went to the assembly. I think me and Tommy would cut out and then show up for the last few minutes.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Of course you did.”

Steve pursed his lips. “So we preform for the elementary kids all next week?”

Marty nodded. “Just the first act. Just enough to whet their appetite for the full thing so they drag their parents to the show so that we get the money.”

Steve nodded. “Okay. Do you guys do it for the middle school as well? Because I vaguely remember watching some musical about pirates my eighth grade year I think it was.”

Marty sighed. “We used to according Miss Lucy, but they stopped that year. The middle school principal hates the arts and discontinued it. Combine that with a drama teacher that didn’t care and you get the mess that is middle school preforming arts.”

Steve’s frown deepened. “I have a friend in the drama club at the middle school, I don’t think he’s every said anything bad about it. And he complains about everything.”

Eddie looked over at him and cocked his head. “Which one?”

Steve hummed. “Oh? Um, Dustin. The curly haired one without the front teeth.”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah, I can see him being a drama kid.”

Marty chose that moment to cut in. “The problem is because they don’t have anything to compare it to most middle school kids don’t know it’s shit. And by the time they do figure it out, they’re already in high school and have moved on.”

Steve nodded. “Make sense I guess. And with the year almost over it wouldn’t make sense to try and change the system now.”

Janice sighed. “Sad but true.” She looked at her watch. “Look, I’ve got to go, I’m going to be late for work. I’ll see you guys later.”

Marty looked at his own watched and nodded. “That’s my cue as well. I need to talk to Mrs Thompson about one of the wigs. Apparently James is allergic to the power in his Franklin wig and we need to find a replacement that won’t scalp our actor.”

Steve grimaced. “Ouch. Yeah, I hear that. See around, man.”

Marty said goodbye and dashed off.

Eddie turned to Steve. “You coming to my place to study tonight?”

Steve hummed in the positive. “I just have to stop by my place to pick up a couple of things. Do you want me to grab some pizza on my way?”

Eddie grinned. “Sounds great. I love all meat.”

“You would,” Steve said rolling his eyes.

Eddie pushed him playfully. “I eat veggies, dude. Just not on pizza. It makes the dough all soggy.”

Steve frowned. “Huh. I don’t think I ever noticed that. I like a good supreme. But I’ll forgo today and just get a pepperoni and an all meat.”

Eddie smiled softly. “You do that, then. And I’ll see you at seven?”

Steve gave Eddie’s shoulder a squeeze and let his hand linger for a moment. “See you at seven.”

And then he walked away.

Eddie practically skipped backwards before he turned and ran out of the auditorium.

There in the back, shrouded in darkness, Kyle Carver sneered.

Steve arrived at the Munson trailer seven o’clock on the dot. His backpack was slung over one shoulder and the hot pizza perfectly balanced in one hand as he knocked on the door.

Eddie threw open the door and smiled. “Right on time.”

Steve grinned back. “I try.”

Eddie stepped back and let Steve in. Wayne smiled at the sight of the pizza.

“I like your boy, Eddie,” he said with a chuckle, rising to his knees. “Anyone who brings pizza from D'Onofrio’s is okay in my book.”

Steve laughed. “Like I’m going to get it from that new chain store that just opened up. My Italian grandmother would haunt me in my sleep.”

“I didn’t know you were Italian,” Eddie said, taking the boxes from him to set on the counter.

“Quarter,” Steve said, tossing his backpack on the floor next to coffee table. “My mom’s half Italian, half French, all American as my dad would say.”

“And your dad is what? All asshole?” Eddie asked getting down three plates from the cupboard.

Steve smirked. “Something like that.”

Wayne grabbed a slice of the pepperoni and set it on his plate. “I’m going to watch the game, you two boys okay with doing your homework on the counter in the kitchen?”

Steve nodded and Eddie said, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Wayne nodded back and went to go eat his pizza in front of the TV.

The boys bent over their English homework cursing every British author under the sun for foisting their very unamerican style of writing on poor American high school students. In particular William Golding. Eddie still had a soft spot for Tolkien.

“If this goes on for much longer,” Steve said after they were working on it for an hour, “we might have to call in big guns.”

Eddie sighed. “Why are we being made to care about some bratty teenagers trying to kill each other on an island?” He buried his head in hands and screamed.

“Fuck if I know,” Steve admitted. “Why don’t we take a smoke break? Sit out on the porch for a minute?”

Eddie lifted his head. “Yeah.”

They grabbed their jackets and went out to sit on the porch stairs. Steve pulled out his pack of cigarettes and handed one to Eddie.

“Camels?” Eddie asked, pulling out his Bic lighter.

“Got a problem with Camels?” Steve asked, flicking open his Zippo lighter and lighting Eddie’s cigarette when his Bic refused to strike.

Eddie shrugged. “I would have pegged you for one of those fancier brands. Clove or whatever.”

Steve shook his head. “My dad smokes ‘em and they were my first smoke.” He shrugged. “Can’t imagine smoking anything else.”

Eddie bumped his shoulder into Steve’s. “Yeah, same. Only for me, it’s Wayne’s brand.”

Steve smiled. “Makes it easier to share.”

Eddie smiled back. “Sure does, big boy.”

They finished their cigarettes and went back inside, finally able to finish their assignments.

Steve and Eddie lingered at the door, pressed together, Steve playing with the pins on Eddie’s denim vest.

“I wish there wasn’t school tomorrow so I could stay,” he murmured.

Eddie lifted Steve’s face by his chin. “I know, sweetheart. But we do and I would really like to graduate this year.”

Steve chuckled. “Yeah, me too.”

Eddie pressed his lips to Steve’s. “Good night, Stevie.”

Steve gave him a quick peck. “Night, Eds.” He waved goodbye and drove off.

Eddie watched him go and then slipped back into the trailer where Wayne was cleaning up in the kitchen.

“Eddie what did I tell you about leaving your comic books on the counter?” he asked with a sigh, holding up the comic in question.

He frowned. “That’s not one of mine.”

Wayne looked at it again. “I didn’t figure it was Steve’s. He doesn’t strike me as the type to read comic books.”

Eddie crossed the trailer and took the book from him. The cover showed a young man holding a bat filled with nails in front of a tentacled monster in a dark hallway.

The title read: The Monsters on Maple Street.

“Hey,” Wayne said. “That’s the name of one of my favorite ‘Twilight Zone’ episodes. It’s a real good one.”

Eddie nodded. Wayne was right. Steve didn’t read comic books. But he did write and draw one.

Or rather: two.

Holy shit.

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Lea’s advent calendar day 13 – Scary

@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 12:

[meeting Santa at the mall but it goes awfully wrong]

Dad!Eddie x mom!reader

No trigger warning.

WC: ≈0.9K

December 22nd, 1991

Eddie Munson and you have been dating since high school. You’re both still living in Hawkins. Eddie works as a bartender at the Hideout at night, so he can be the one taking care of your daughter during the day, while you are at work. As for you, you work as a secretary for Hawkins’ police station. You don’t like your job, but you need the money.

Almost three years ago, you unexpectedly got pregnant. You and Eddie were only 22 years old back then, but you still decided to keep the baby. Now you have a beautiful daughter named Galadriel. Eddie and you both share a passion for The Lord of The Rings, so you had to name your daughter after one of the characters. Now, your little Galadriel is two years old. As she is now two years old and more aware of her surroundings, Eddie and you decided to make a trip to the mall to see Santa.

When you told your daughter, she was so excited, she's been talking about it for days. It warms both yours and Eddie’s heart to see your daughter like this. You pack a diaper bag with diapers (in case of accident) as well as changing clothes, her pacifier, her Teddy, a water bottle, and a milk bottle. You also pack teething biscuits in case your daughter is hungry. While you’re packing Eddie gets the impossible mission to make her get ready.

Eddie takes cartoonish voice and makes her left shoe dance. “Please Galadriel, let me be put on. I promise to keep you warm and protect your cute little feet from being hurt outside.

Galadriel is pouting. “Don’t want.” She speaks.

Eddie is helpless, he doesn’t know how to make his (sometimes) petulant daughter to put her shoes on.

He raises the left shoe and make it dance, still using his cartoonish voice. “Please little Galadriel, let me be on your feet. If you don’t put me on, we can’t go meet Santa you know?”

Galadriel crosses her arms and stomp her foot. “NO” she says raising her voice.

At that point, you arrive into your hallway and asks. “What’s going on here.”

Eddie keeps his cartoonish voice, moving the shoe around to show that it is the shoe speaking. “Little Galadriel doesn’t want me to be at her feet.”

You crouch down in front of your daughter and take the shoe from Eddie’s hand, looking at him sympathetically.

“Hey Bunny, if you want to go meet Santa you have to put your shoes and coat on. We can’t go outside without them. You know, it’s freezing outside.” You explain patiently.

Eddie looks at you fondly. He really loves seeing him interacting with your daughter, he loves how you handle her tantrums.

Galadriel drops her hands and shrugs. “Don’t like shoes.” She speaks.

“I have an idea!” Eddie dramatically says.

Galadriel turns towards Eddie, her curious big brown eyes looking at him.

“What about you put them on, we go see Santa and then we buy new boots for you? How does that sound?” Eddie asks.

She nods her head and let you put her shoes and coat on. You go to the mall, you put some Christmas songs (even though Eddie protested) during the car ride and you giggle at your daughter trying to sing along.

After a 10 minutes’ drive, you arrive at the mall. You’re in the line to see Santa and your daughter looks so excited. She’s holding both you and Eddie’s hand.

“Ready to meet Santa?” Eddie asks when there is only one person in front of you.

“Yes! Yes! Tell him I want guitar. Like Daddy!” she says enthusiastically.

Eddie smiles at that. “And if Santa brings you a guitar, I promise to teach you.”

“Eddie she’s too young to learn how to play guitar.” You tell him.

“Don’t listen to mommy.” Eddie says while covering Galadriel’s ears.

As soon as it is Galadriel’s turn you and Eddie lead Galadriel to Santa’s chair, but as soon as she is close to him, Galadriel hides between her father’s legs and starts crying. Eddie picks her up and whispers sweet nothing into her ears.

“Hey, shh…" he says, "everything’s fine, daddy's here” Eddie keeps going, hugging her close to his chest and soothingly rubbing his daughter’s back. He brings Galadriel and a quieter place of the mall while you profusely apologize to Santa.

“What happened back there?” Eddie asks calmly, while his daughter tries to stop sobbing.

“Scary” she manages to say in between to sobs.

You decide to let Eddie handle it, you know that when your daughter’s overwhelmed, she is a daddy’s girl and only Eddie can make her calm down.

“You got scared sweetie?” he asks and your daughter nods.

Galadriel nods.

“You know, there is nothing to be afraid of besides mommy and I were here.” Eddie gently tells her.

“Daddy? Hug please.” Galadriel says.

Eddie hugs his daughter to his chest and asks her. “What about grabbing a hot chocolate, how does that sound to you Sweetie?” he asks.

She enthusiastically nod.

Your little family sits at a coffee, ordering three hot chocolates. Your daughter hands up with chocolate everywhere and Eddie and you hold hands all along while your daughter tries to tell you all she wants for Christmas. You and Eddie love those family moments, more than anything.

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Full propaganda: Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu

1, Wen Kexing: Look this man shouldn't be adopting kids because he's kinda evil and also the leader of an army of criminals and outcasts, a position where he killed his way to the top at a young age, BUT when he was still just a kid he found Gu Xiang and knew that if he didn't take care of her that she would die and became her father/brother/master (it's complicated). And then many years later when he's off doing his revenge quest he basically ends up adopting Chengling who is freshly an orphan which was kind of Kexing’s fault (it's complicated), but Chengling doesn't mind that his new dads are a little evil (his other dad is Zhou Zishu who basically created the CIA in fantasy ancient China). And then Gu Xiang falls in love with Cao Weining which puts Kexing into protective father mode and he goes all overbearing father-in-law on Weining, but he comes around when he's sure that Weining will treat her right. And then when Weining's family/sect turns on him, Kexing becomes one of the few people left he could call family (also with the rest of the group).

2, Both: Wen Kexing- the man has his entire life planned around an evil revenge plot yet somehow while becoming the Ghost Valley Chief he manages to take Gu Xiang (who must of been a young girl at that point) under his wing. Sure the woman in the unfaithful manor probably helped him out with her, but still she manages to come out of the Ghost Valley probably the least messed up out of anyone. Also he goes total protective dad the second Cao Weining starts courting her, literally nitpicks everything the man does, yet in the end he gives them his support in the marriage and even holds it on his turf, opening up the Ghost Valley to normal (warrior/cultivating) people for their wedding. His positive interactions with Zhang Chengling are to a less extent, especially as the boy is so embroiled in his revenge scheme, but none the less he teaches him and treats him decently especially as the spend more time with each other.

ZZS- He gets tangled up in WKX’s whole revenge plot because he promises to protect and escort the boy, Zhang Chengling, to the safety of one of his martial uncles, and yet before we even hit the halfway point in episodes (at least I think it is) he’s taken the boy under his wing as what is essentially a disciple, even though he is the last member of his sect and was ready to let it die with him. Not to mention the fact that his whole plan was to waste away mostly unnoticed and yet he somehow gets dragged into the biggest drama of the decade and repeatedly puts himself in harms way to save the kid! And he planned on passing over the legacy of his sect to him! His relationship with Gu Xiang is less intense, but if I had to describe how they act it’s a constant back and forth, he annoys teases her and she gets all frustrated. She spends the first couple episodes literally thinking he’s a weird old man, cause their whole relationship is just like that. He’s also much more sympathetic to Cao Weining’s continuous courting struggle though that’s not to say he doesn’t pull a fast one or few on him.

3, Zhou Zishu: former assassin who literally just wanted to drink himself to death in peace but then in the span of like 2 day he suddenly obtained 2 kids and a husband(stalker)???? poor man Did Not want this and proceeds to spend the next few weeks/months in denial about it before finally coming to terms with the fact that he cares about all of them (not that he's gonna tell them that) and then he gets a son-in-law too??? the universe really refused to let him die alone and miserable and decided to drop and entire family on him out of nowhere

4, Both: “Submitting as a couple for maximum kid coverage. Also I saw that you already got show versions, so: this propaganda might sound contradictory to what you've got, but that's just because they changed stuff for the show.

In a vaguely chronological order: when Wen Kexing is about 12-13, living in a sort of no-laws land for people exiled from normal society, he picks up an orphaned infant girl, Gu Xiang, and decides to raise her (which btw to this day drives me severely insane because. he was just a kid! he was barely keeping himself safe!! he gave her a childhood he himself couldnt have!!!). Elsewhere, Zhou Zishu, also a teen at the time, gets saddled with looking after this kid, Liang Jiuxiao, by his shifu/teacher. Both Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu act as a sort of parent/older brother figure to their respective kids. (Wen Kexing even puts it this way to someone, saying "we grew up together, so I'm a bit like her brother, but I also brought her up, so I'm a bit like her father too".)

Much later, when both Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing are in late twenties, they happen to run into each other. At this point, Liang Jiuxiao died in war a few years prior, but Zhou Zishu gets handed another kid - Zhang Chengling, a very recently orphaned 14yo. Zishu originally maintains that he's only helping the kid get to his extended family (kid's father's friend who's supposed to be like an uncle to him), but everyone gets attached. Zhang Chengling decides to become Zhou Zishu's disciple no matter what; Zishu is kind of seeing Jiuxiao in him, but also himself - because of how everyone is pressuring Chengling into taking responsibility for restoring his family's name/school while he is just a kid, when Zhou Zishu himself was only 15 when he had to take over his own school/organization because his shifu died - and Zishu is only now realizing this was maybe a lil bit non-ideal; Wen Kexing also partially sees himself... though a large part is also him just vibing with how much he, Zishu, and Chengling look like a nice lil' family together (he and Zishu are actually villain4villain but they rp normalcy so hard Chengling actually grows up well-adjusted); Gu Xiang and Chengling also develop a friendship.

So eventually Zhou Zishu goes "fuck it" and takes Chengling away, and he and Wen Kexing raise him together. They have a nice family vacation in the middle of the book and everything. The new year chapter is just *chefs kiss*

Zhou Zishu also looks out for Gu Xiang, and gives her some good advise. She doesn't spend as much time with the family because she's an adult at the time of the novel (by setting's standards) and is doing her own things, but Zishu clearly does take her as one of his own too.

The last two are not as clearly adopted but I figure I should mention them for completion's sake.

Cao Weining is a guy WenZhou run into on their travels, who they find a little silly but endearing. (the guy learned gay ppl exist and became an ally within like one conversation XD) He later falls in love with Gu Xiang, and she reciprocates after a while, so he is more son-in-law than outright adoptee - but at this point whos counting, hes also theirs in a way.

Meanwhile Gao Xiaolian is a girl whose dad was killed by the same people who killed Chengling's family, and she herself was kidnapped. Gu Xiang, Zhang Chengling, and Cao Weining rescue her and bring her to the family. She doesnt get a lot of interaction with WenZhou, but she becomes an important fourth member of no-braincells quartet with the rest of the 'children'. And she and Zhang Chengling also kill a guy together in a way that wasn't very honorable (deserved though), so clearly the influence of this particular found family is there 👍”

#serial adopters bracket #propaganda #not a poll #wen kexing #zhou zishu #word of honor

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Our Little Family [Miles Wood] Chapter 13

AN from 👢 anon: There are no warnings, just soft and sweet. And a little inside on why you go crazy for Christmas. And I know we're in Jan. Hopefully, soon, I can catch up with the real timeline. Hope you guys like and enjoy.

Miles is going to take his parents to the airport in the morning, and you take advantage of that to start organizing the house, cleaning, and doing things on your list.

He's going to bring more organaments for the tree. You try to do all the cleaning before Lily is up. You do for the most part. Then, it's time to take care of your baby. You have breakfast, chat, and play. Miles goes straight to the morning skate after dropping his parents.

You and Lily start to make the house look a little more Christmasy. With the tinsels, lights, and ornaments on the tree, you stop with the organization to start lunch for you all.

By the time Miles gets home, Lily is up from her nap and ate her lunch. the adult lunch is in the oven almost done.

He looks at Lily, and she babbles like “mom is crazy today, dad”. You're so focused that you don't hear Miles come in.

He greets you softly with Lily in his arms. You squeal, putting a hand over your heart. Yep, he scared you. Miles offers you his hand, you take it. He brings you close to kiss. You smile into the kiss.

You lean against him, taking in his strong and comfortable presence. He kisses your head before saying that you guys should eat and you need a break.

You nod because you need food and want some Miles cuddles. Miles leads you to the kitchen. He motions for you to sit as he places Lily in her high chair. Baby girl gets fruit to eat, and mommy will be served by daddy.

You thank Miles softly when he places the food in front of you. You both eat in silence while Lily babbles making a mess with her fruits. He keeps looking at you without asking anything. Miles knows something is going through your mind right now, and he needs to know what. He’ll give you time and space first, but then he’s going to ask.

You finish your plate, move to wash the dishes. Not so far after you Miles brings his plate, he puts it inside the sink before spinning you to face him. He cups your cheek with one hand brushing his thumb along your cheek bone.

‘What’s wrong, sweetheart ?” He asks you gently.

You bite your bottom lip, facing him. “Nothing.” You reply as you hide your face in his chest, Miles hugs you, kissing your head. He knows that is not what is happening, it’s not nothing.

‘It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me right now, but just know that i’m here when you’re ready to talk.” He wraps his arms harder around you.

You nod against him. He’s been too good to you lately. You don’t know how to react. You definitely don’t want to ruin what you guys have going right now.

‘And you’re going to wait for me to come home tonight to finish the tree.” His tone is basically, this is not open for discussion.

‘But…” You say, looking at him, and his face doesn’t change. “... okay.’ You reply softly.

Miles kisses you before telling you to take a little time for yourself. He and Lily are going to play and then nap. You’re more than welcome to join them in bed. He pecks your lips one more time before picking Lily up. First, she needs to clean her face.

Miles whispers something to Lily, she calls for you, and when you look, miles is helping her blow a kiss. You smile and blow another to her, making her giggle. The same giggle as that man who is holding her. It makes you so happy having this beautiful, loving family.

While they nap, you wash the dishes and prepare Miles a pregame meal. Then you decide to sit down to read a book, and you need something to calm your mind down. You also know that Miles will ask you again what happened.

You don’t even realize how fast the time passed until you see your sleepy fiancé crawling onto the couch with you. He rests his head on your stomach, sliding his hand under your shirt. You move your hand to his hair, and he humms softly. That’s exactly what he needed.

‘You didn’t join us in bed.” He says with pursed lips.

“Sorry, I got caught up in the book.” You say fixing his loose curl, that drives you crazy when he’s on the ice.

‘It’s okay.” He kisses your boob before settling in a little more.

You feel his body starting to get a little limp. You poke his side, saying that he’ll be late if he doesn’t start moving. He wants to stay right here with you, but he knows you’re right. He groans before standing and moving upstairs to change.

You move to prepare his pre-game meal and then check on Lily. You pass into your room, stop by the closet door, and watch him get dressed. You smile softly when you guys lock eyes in the mirror. Miles smiles back, your murmur that his pre-game meal is ready. He thanks you.

Lily is in her bed, having probably the best nap ever. She looks peaceful, and you don’t want to disturb that. You pick up the baby monitor before moving downstairs. Miles is already there eating.

The rest of the day is pretty chill. You and Lily play, eat, and watch Miles play. This season is such an up and down season. So you dont know what you expect with Miles Mood when he gets home. But you're going to wait just like you guys planned.

Now, with Lily in bed sleeping for the night, you’re sitting down on the floor looking at your half ready Christmas tree. thinking about life and how far you have come since the day you decided to change states, change who you were, be the better version of yourself, the first day that you met the man who became your one and only. He gave you so much more than he’ll ever know.

Miles gets home, and he sees you sitting in front of the tree. The game wasn’t his best, but he’s learning that there is more in life than hockey. You’re probably the biggest reason for him realizing that. He comes in, kisses your head, says that he’s going to change, and join you after. You nod, turning to look at him. You purse your lips because you need a kiss. Miles chuckles and kisses you. He matches your smile after the kiss.

He rushes upstairs to change clothes, give Lily her good night kisses, and she stirs a little bit but doesn’t wake up. That’s her daddy, and she knows it.

Miles joins you in the living room. He offers his hand to you. You take it as he helps you to get up. He pecks your lips. You guys move to start decorating the tree.

“I’m sorry for this morning, Christmas is a hard time for me, and I want Lily’s first Christmas to be as perfect as possible.” You say out of the blue, just needing to say the words.

“I know, and that’s okay, babe. But you’re not going to enjoy anything if you get obsessed with that.” Miles says as he walks closer to you.

He places an ornament on your hand, and you look down, catching your reflection.

“Christmas is supposed to be fun, spend time with family, And I know our daughter, she’ll love anything you put in this house, because she loves you. You being present for her, like you do every day it’s what she needs…” You look at him, so he can finish his thought, you bite your bottom lip trying to contain your tears. “.. Babe, you’re the reason I can go out there and play the game that I love without worrying about Lily because I know you have her. You make coming home from a shitty game good, you’re the only reason Lily and I have the best life.

You weren’t expecting that, you nod.

“Can you help me make this a good Christmas for you and Lily? I don’t have any family traditions that I would like to pass it on. Can we create new ones for us ?" You ask with a low tone.

“Of course babe, we're going to have the best Christmas together.” Miles says, as he picks the ornament for you guys to continue decorating the tree.

He kisses your head before moving to put the ornament on the tree, you both go back to a comfortable silence. As the decorating progresses, you start to get more comfortable and relaxed, you and Miles start to giggle, to chirp each other, the mood changes. It’s a huge relief for both of you.

You put all the ornaments down, the lights, the whole house feel like Christmas. There is only one thing missing, but you are going to do that in the morning with Lily. You’re putting the skirt around the tree for the gifts.

Miles uses that moment while you have your back turned to him to surprise you. The first cords of ‘god gave me a girl” by Russel Dickerson starts to play. You turn to look at Miles. He’s reaching for you.

‘Dance with me, babe.’ He says with a huge grin, you nod, taking his hand.

Miles brings you close to his body, one hand slide to your lower back and the other lace, your fingers resting on his chest. You rest your cheek on his chest with a sigh. Things are changing so fast for you guys. The mountain that it was climbed to get to this moment was huge, and you didn’t know if it was possible to get here. But you guys did.

Miles rests his chin on your head. At first, he just hums to the song, but then he starts to sing along.

"God gave me a girl,Girl gave me a kiss

kiss gave me a feeling that i still get

every time i look in her eyes

i don’t deserve her and i don’t know why

she gave me her hand and i gave her a ring

then as soon as i could, i gave her my last name

Now, I’m gonna give her forever.”

You get emotional hearing him. You both know how hard it was to get here, but you guys did. You lift your head, just to find Miles already looking at you with major heart eyes.

“Soon, I’m going to marry the woman of my life.” Miles says with the cheesy grin.

“Soon…” you reply

“I love you.” Miles says as he leans to kiss you.

“I love you.” you reply as his lips reach yours.

Not bad, the ending for a chaotic day.

#SHE HAS HIS GIGGLE!!#hopefully sickly boy is back soon!#making new Christmas traditions together is SO sweet!#miles wood x reader #our little family #👢 anon #blog submission #ending Sunday with some softness

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selfproclaimedunicorn · 3 months

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Iron 4 and Lead 1 for babygirl Aldreda 💕

Babygirl, but in a war criminal way, lmao Thank you for the ask 💕. These ones are sooooo good for her. Also, doing a read more for the second question because it's long

Does your OC struggle to contain their baser emotions, such as lust, aggression, or greed? What helps keep these feelings in check (if anything)?

Aldreda has formally met impulse control, but they didn't get on, lol. A lot of the deeper aspects of her personality & motives are kept super, super deep, but everything more base is very "what you see is what you get." If she wants something she takes it, if she wants someone she let's them know & goes about trying to seduce them, if she wants to commit a wanton act of violence then God help you. She's not struggling to control shit, she's straight up indulging. Drinking so fully from the cup of life that she can't even tell she's overflowing already. It's a little bit "this is encouraged by the lifestyle of regularly pillaging to float your standard of living" & little bit "pure copium."

That's not all to say she can't contain herself, but it's kind of (to those on the outside of House Farwynd, or--even more insularly--her crew) arbitrary & unpredictable when she'll decide to rein herself in. If it benefits Aldreda more to control the baser aspects of herself, or if it goes against everything that ever got drilled into her head about how certain things simply work, then she holds back & controls herself quite well. Like, she has the willpower & the ability, she just actively chooses to not engage those things because she has way more fun & immediate benefit being a horny little violence goblin.

Which experience of loss or bereavement has most affected your OC?

So this is a two way tie, I would say. Losing one of her older brothers (who was also her favorite) set her on the path to become the Aldreda we know & love today, & losing her youngest/final brother has forced her to confront that a lot of what happened to her after the favorite brother died was traumatic. I touched on the stuff with her favorite brother (Orwen) here, but I'll go over it a bit because I love info dumping about my seal woman & 2k is a lot to read/re-read to pick up on The Orwen Lore & the implications.

Orwen was 10 years older than Aldreda, & was sort of the only one who really took an interest in her/cared that she looked up to him & thought he was cool. So he spent time with her, he taught her to fight, he took her sailing, he told her all kinds of stories & would hold back little bits of plunder from raids when they presented tribute to Lord Alfric because he yoinked it specifically for his little sister. Their dad had been steadily losing his sons before Orwen died, but when he & 2 of the others got caught in a storm & died it was the most at one time, & was also when Lord Alfric just started hemorrhaging sons. This was what turned Aldreda towards "I have to live up to what Orwen was in my mind because I am 13 & think he was perfect, & no one else here is going to live up to what I believe my big brother was like as a raider," which ultimately morphed into "I have to replace all the sons my dad is losing because he can keep making my baby brothers his heirs but they aren't gonna be ready to go do real raiding, & even when they are they're gonna be garbage because they won't be as good a person as I am." [The bar for being a good person is on the fucking ground, btw]

I mention her youngest brother here & here, but I am once again going to elaborate. So Rhys, sweet little baby boy Rhys, he was a full 20 years younger than Aldreda. Rhys was also the last possible attempt at a male heir because Lord Alfric Farwynd’s youngest salt wife is in her 40s now & he's fucking old, his dick isn't working consistently anymore.

Rhys is the son who was explicitly murdered, & there's a pretty limited pool of people who could have poisoned him with an even smaller pool of people with a motive. It got floated around a bit that Aldreda might have done it, but she knows it was her cousin Westley. Like, he admitted it to her. He admitted his whole "get rid of your remaining brothers so I can marry you & become Lord of Lonely Light to right the wrongs done to my dad, & also I'll get so many salt wives for us to share bc I spied on you fucking a woman one time & I'm into that shit (& also not threatened when it's another woman)" plan to her because he's delusional & thought she'd be okay with all that. So Rhys dying has just kind of made her process & acknowledge that "my cousin didn't actually have my best interests at heart & he was grooming me actually & maybe he never really cared about me at all" (she's not processing it in the most sophisticated or modern sense, like, she's more upset he was trying to prime her to get taken political advantage of than the fact he was preying on her from the age of 13). And her actually being aware of that shit has her as fucked up as losing her favorite brother had her.

#asks #alex tag 🖤#note: westley does actually care but in the literal mosy fucked up way. that man is so mentally unwell & also i am in his walls #i am in westley farwynd's walls & i have a hammer #ocs #oc: aldreda farwynd

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Knights of Silver and Gold Marc-Andre Fleury x OC

A story where a world famous goaltender with a heart and soul of gold becomes a knight in shining silver for a female hockey player in the NHL who is trying to balance being a single mother and athlete after just being traded to the Vegas Golden Knights.

Can Marc-André Fleury show Barlow Kane he can be the father her daughter never had, help her make a home and a life in Nevada and be the love of her life she never thought she would find?

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Somebody's Today Mordan Reilly x F!Reader Summer Fic Exchange

Y/N and Morgan had grown up next door neighbors from the time they were babies. Best of friends until they both went off as teenagers to find their path, swearing they would find each other again someday as adults. Y/N's path lead her to to America, to study art and photography. Morgan's took him to Toronto to play NHL Hockey. But one day in Toronto they run into each other after years of not seeing each other, and soon see just how much they missed one another.... Someday just became today.

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Impact Mitch Marner x OC

Kodiak "Kody" Andersen is the younger half sister to Freddie Andersen of the Toronto Maple Leafs Hockey Team. She is a pro snowboarder for Canada and has been to the Olympics twice for her country. Her older brother basically raised her since she was 13 and she is forever greatful for the things he has done to let her life the life of her dreams. One night she is at the rink practicing some Hockey stuff with Freddie to make him happy when she takes a shot for the goal... and ends up hitting none other the Mitch Marner with her puck.

Mitch as no idea what kind of impact he is going to have on Kody's life, and Kody has no idea how she will impact his. Two kids, trying to prove they deserve to be where they are, trying to make a team and country proud, will impact each other in ways they never dreamed possible.

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Garding her Heart Jake Gardiner x OC

Bailey Slavin had it all, an All Star Softball Pro career with the USSSA Pride, a wonderful family to support her, a college degree, 3 world series titles, 3 college titles, she felt like nothing could stop her.... Till it did. A freak accident durning a softball game put Bailey in the hospital and out of the 2020 World Championships. To help her recovery along she goes to spend time with her brother Jaccob Slavin in North Carolina and get her mind off the tragedy. With the possibility of never playing again, Bailey is left cold and bitter. But when she meets Jake Gardiner, one of her brothers teammates, he helps her slowly tear down her walls and find joy in her life again. Jake and Bailey soon find themselves falling in love, but Bailey will soon have to decide on if she stays in North Carolina with Jake and the chance to start a new life, or move back to Florida to remain in the Softball world. Only time will tell how long this defenseman can guard this broken softball players heart.

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What We Had TJ Oshie x OC Winter Fic Exchange

Emerson or Emmy as she went by, never expected to be a single mother living on her own in Nova Scotia working as a social media detector. But for the last 6 years that's what she did, raising her daughter Ivory on her own. But when her dad tells her that his best friend who works for the Washington Capitals is in need of an assistant manager of Social Media and Networking for the team, it gives her a chance to move back home and work in a bigger and more exciting Field and to work around the sport she always loved.

The catch?

Her ex boyfriend and the father of her daughter is one of their star players: TJ Oshie. Is Emmy ready to face the past and tell TJ about their daughter? Will TJ be about to handle the truth, knowing he missed out on 6 years of his daughters life or will the past and the truth be the things that keep them from being a family once more?

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A Wish Upon Confetti Stars Erik Jonson x OC

"In the 2011 Entry Draft, the Los Angeles King are proud to select with our 3rd round pick, from the Seattle Thunderbirds, goaltender Avalon Redmoon."

She had it all, Two Stanley Cups, a Conn Smythe Trophy, a team that supported her as only the 2nd female goalie in NHL history. Everything was perfect.... Until it wasn't. The summer of 2020 Avalon got the news that she had been traded in a bombshell deal between LA and Colorado. Now she is moving back to her hometown, and has to face the fact that not even a superstar goalie is safe from a trade. Filled with anger and hurt that her old team would just pass her aside for the next hotshot to hit the ice, Avalon isn't quick to make new friends on her new team. That is till Erik Johnson or EJ as he goes by, decides to take the new star goalie under his wing, and show her how life can be just as good in Colorado as it was in LA. Avalon and EJ never planned on anything more then friendship over the next few years, but when the thoughts of retirement cross minds, risky plays put players on the line and the Stanley cup right within their reach, they need to hold on to each other more then ever to make it to the end goal.

"Sometimes the best wishes come from nothing more A Wish Upon Confetti Stars."

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Triple Axel Celly Sidney Crosby x OC Summer Fic Exchange

Sidney is tried of loosing year after year. After watching his close friend Nate lift the cup a year before and then missing the playoffs all together this season, he goes to Nate asking him to give him the name of his skating coach to try and help him oit next playoffs. Only Nate didn't tell him that Hunter Queen wasn't a Mr. Hunter and Sid bash heads like to bulls for weeks before they finally Nate finally tells Sid to make things right. So Sid goes to Hunter in hopes to finally make peace, but instead they end up in his bed for a wild night.

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That's Why God Made Airplanes Tyler Seguin x OC

Tyler Seguin thought he found the woman of his dreams. A perfect girl, a perfect engagement and the soon to be perfect wedding, he had everything down to a T.

Or so he thought.

Just a few short weeks before what was supposed to be the most perfect day of his life, turned into him booking a one way flight to Pittsburgh to spend the summer with his Best Friend and forget about his cheating ex fiancee. Wanting to shut out the world, his parents and most of his friends for the time being, Tyler find refuge with the only person who really seems to know the real him, Arabella Kerfoot, who plays for the Pittsburgh Penguins. While spending his summer hiding away, his best friend not so sneakily plays match maker with her childhood best friend, Quinn Canton.

Sparks soon begin to fly, and a whirlwind summer romance takes hold of these two burnt out hearts. But when hockey starts back up, and old partners come back to burn them to ashes, can they withstand the distance between them, or will it be to much for them to handle?

*** Loosely based around the song "God Made Airplanes" by Jason Aldean ***

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Hockey-Ella Morgan Rielly x OC

Arabella Kerfoot is the younger sister of Alex Kerfoot and she one of the only female hockey player in the league. Ella as she likes to go by is the wild child of the family and also of the Pittsburgh Penguins. With a reputation of the "Wild Cinderella" Ella is the media's #1 target. Her best friend is Tyler Seguin, who had a bad reputation in Boston before going to Texas, so he understands her better then her own family and is trying to help work through her rebellious reputation. After a wild and not so pretty night out on the town Ella is quickly not the favorite anymore in Pitt and is soon traded to Toronto who is looking for a power forward with the speed and risky skill set she brings to the table. The catch: they need to fix her tarnished reputation before the Toronto media tears her apart. The solution: have her fake a relationship with Morgan Rielly to show she is determined to settle down and leave her wild Cinderella life behind, and make a fairytale lifestyle in Toronto instead. Only Ella wasn't planning on falling for the red haired man who offered the solution to her problems. With the media and her brother breathing down her neck to fix her past, her best friend telling her that a fake relationship will only hurt her and the man she never new she needed in front of her, she is about to ether live out a Hockey-Ella fairytale or an ultimate disaster.

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These Roots Lead Home - Mitch Marner x OC

The Goaltenders Ice Dance - Freddie Andersen x OC

Ruin Me Right - Martin Necas x OC

Sparks Fly - Marc- Andre Fleury x OC

Eye of the Storm - Teuvo Teräväinen x OC

From Oceans and Mountain and Anywhere Inbetween - Ross Colton x OC ** This masterlist was created for the lovely @callsign-denmark who is having some trouble with creating links from her blog.

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Wrongfully Accused Part 14 (Lucifer X Reader)

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Things went smoothly for the next two months. You and Lucifer were happy. He passed every random drug test and visit Billie threw at him. Lucifer got his license renewed. As you predicted Bobby did end up liking him enough to give him his own car to keep and fix up. An old 1985 black Porsche. That's how you knew Bobby considered him a hard worker. He only gave the really good old cars to the employees who did the best and most work. Jessica and Sam were getting more anxious as Jessica just entered her eighth month mark. You were standing in your kitchen. Today was the day you were finally gonna tell your brothers about you and Lucifer. You were especially worried about how Dean would react. You know your oldest brother. It was more than likely not gonna end well. You grabbed a ginger ale from the fridge as Lucifer walked out of the bathroom ready for work. Your stomach always acted up when you were nervous. "You sure you wanna do this?" he asked as he walked over and gently rubbed your back.

"It's time they knew," you told him, "especially if we decide to go to your dad's book thing,". He nodded

"Ok, well call me if you need me," he said kissing your forehead "Bobby will let me go early if he knows you're upset,". You grabbed your bag and keys. Bobby was the only one who knew you were together and though he didn't like it he promised to keep it between you three.

"Have a good day my sexy mechanic," you said giving him a kiss. He softly patted your butt as you left. You got settled in your car and tried to calm your nerves. You hated feeling so nervous. "I can do this" you chanted to yourself as you headed off to the restaurant you decided to meet your brothers at. You decided on a public place so hopefully, your brothers wouldn't make a scene. You pulled up to the restaurant and cut off your engine. "You can do this," you told yourself again. You grabbed your bag and threw your keys in it before getting out of the car. You scanned the parking lot and spotted Dean's Impala so you knew they were already here. You walked in and up to the hostess.

"Can I help you?" she asked

"Yes, I'm looking for a table under the name of Winchester?" you told her.

"Yes, right over here," she said walking you to a corner booth where your brothers waited. She handed you a menu and went back to her podium.

"Hey Y/N," Dean said getting up and hugging you.

"Hey little one," Sam greeted pulling out your chair for you.

"Hey guys," you said sitting down, "have you ordered yet?".

"Not yet," Dean said, "what's this news?". You wanted to tell them but not too soon.

"Later," you told him, "let's just talk for a bit,". So you and your brothers enjoyed your lunch and talked. You listened intently as Dean bragged about taking down a killer who proudly called himself Hitler So now Dean goes around saying he killed Hitler. Which is completely something his goofball self would say. Sam went on about his worries over being a dad soon. You knew he could do it.

"Come on Y/N, we've finished eating," Dean said, "tell us what you need to tell us,". You took a calming breath as your stomach started to feel queasy again.

"Ok, but before I do I want you two to remember I am a smart woman and I am fully grown got it?" you asked and they nodded. "Sam you remember that pin pal project you started for your law class?" you asked. He nodded. "well one of the guys caught my eye," you admitted.

"Y/N did you enter the program?" Sam asked.

"Not exactly," you said.

"What does that mean?" Dean asked confused.

"I snuck a file out of the folder," you admitted, "the guy just caught my attention and we started writing each other and now we're in love,".

"Y/N most of these guys could be dangerous" Sam pointed out.

"He's not," you said.

"Who is he?" Sam asked. This was the moment you knew they'd freak out, but like you told Lucifer you were tired of hiding him. You looked your brother straight in the eye and confidently answered.

"Lucifer Shurley," you said.

"No, absolutely not Y/N," Dean said.

"Dean you are not dad," you pointed out, "and we've been dating for a while and it's been the best relationship I've ever had,".

"He's a criminal Y/N!" Dean said raising his voice causing people to look over at your table. You didn't care.

"No he's not," you said, "He was accused wrongly of a crime,".

"Oh come on Y/N," Dean argued, "did you really fall for whatever sob story he sold you?".

"It's not a sob story!" you spoke a little louder than you meant to, "Lucifer's story has never not once changed Dean,".

"He ripped his own father off Y/N," he pointed out, "stole from his own parent,".

"Oh please Dean," you said, "everyone knows how shady Father Shurley is,".

"He's always done the best for the town," Dean pointed out.

"No Dean he kisses up to the biggest names to keep funding for his lame ass books," you corrected.

"His books aren't that bad," Dean said.

"Seriously Dean?" you asked raising your eyebrow, "have you even read any of them?"

"Well, no," he said, "but people talk about them all the time,".

"Yeah and do the stories sound at all familiar?" you asked.

"What?" he asked confused.

"Like his novel A Fated Hunt. It's literally about dad accidentally killing Jo's dad during a deer hunt,". you pointed out, "and how her mom never fully got over it,". "So he wrote a story matching a real life event doesn't mean anything," Dean said.

"Or the story of Sam's tiny drug use in college," he asked, "which he cheesily titled Demon Blood,".

"I guess that was bad," he agreed.

"And what about his book about you?" you asked.

"Me?" he asked back confused.

"Heart Throb," you said, "he talked about how you were the lady's man of the high school and how you had that daddy scare with Lisa Brady,".

"Oh yeah, I still don't see how he knew about Ben," he admitted.

"He probably paid Lisa to tell him," you pointed out.

"Look it doesn't matter," he said standing up, "he isn't good enough for you Y/N".

"He is beyond good for me Dean!" you said getting up, "You don't have to like it Dean. But you will not big brother your way into breaking us up and you will not tell me who I can and can not date! I love him and he loves me," you grabbed your stuff and hurried out of the restaurant. Dean started to head after you but Sam stopped him.

"Dean, she's right," Sam said, "it's her life,".

"He's an ex con Sam!" he argued.

"I know and yeah I'm worried too, but she's not a little girl anymore,".

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yes, i’m a squib | part 13.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 3.6k

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To no one’s surprise, certainly not Cedric’s, Harry was outside the Hufflepuff common room in the morning. You scratched at the back of your head and looked at Cedric. The older boy was confused when you didn’t start immediately walking in between him and Harry.

“Will you, um, will you tell Professor Snape that I’m sick? I’ll get a note from Madame Pomfrey later.”

“Sure?” Cedric said with a raised brow.

Even Harry looked at you confused. You didn’t miss class and you would never miss Potions. Without any prompting, Harry took your hand and led you away. You followed him outside the castle and to the quidditch field that wasn’t seeing much use— most of the teams felt too discouraged to even practice. Harry grabbed the new Firebolt that Sirius bought him last year. He sat you on it.

“This always helps me clear my head. Don’t talk, not till you’re ready,” Harry said. “Just fly.”

He held your hand and walked you around the quidditch field. Flying never got old to you but you couldn’t enjoy it as much this time. Harry was being patient. He didn’t speak even after starting the third walk around the field. You finally sighed and he took that as a cue to stop and lead you to the bleachers. You sighed and put your head on his shoulder.

“Do you ever regret asking questions, Harry?”

“All the time. Why?”

“I had been pestering my dad since summer to tell me about my mum, been begging Uncle Remus too. They both finally gave in and wrote one really long letter, practically a novel.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

You shook your head. You pulled the very thick letters out of your cloak. Harry looked at them in your hands. He didn’t actually read the words but paid attention to the wet marks and could easily assume they were tear stains.

“Uncle Remus lied to me. My mom did go to Hogwarts, that’s where my dad met her, not when she was visiting Diagon Alley.”

“But why would he lie?”

“Because she left when people found out her father was Oliver Hornby… the boy who teased Myrtle until she ran into a bathroom and died. They fled to France in her fifth year and she told dad not to look for her, that his life was better without her.”

Harry scoffed. “Because her father was a bully once? That’s a—”

“Because they said he was a disgrace to wizards. We’re banshees, Harry! Like Seamus’ boggart last year. We’re cursed.”

“(Y/N)…”

“My grandfather yelled at Myrtle, he said he felt weird afterwards and accidentally spilled his cup of water at lunch. Four hours later, she’s dead in a bathroom. His mother was mute for years to avoid it. She passed by Hepzibah Smith and said she felt devastated when she passed by a mirror and realized she lost her pearl necklace. Three days later, Lord Voldemort killed Hepzibah Smith and Salazar Slytherin’s locket goes missing from her shop.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“My mother yelled at Professor Snape when he said something about her parents when everyone found out who her dad was. That night, he almost died because of my dad’s stupid prank with the Weeping Willow… She yelled at your dad for being late to my birthday party. She wasn’t even angry, it was a joke and they all thought it was funny. She had to step outside for a bit because her head hurt and then the next month your parents died… I’m so sorry, Harry.”

Harry pushed your head off of his shoulder, grabbing both of your hands in his. “Look at me. You’re not cursed.”

“My mistake, we curse everyone around us. Banshees are dark omens, Harry.”

“You’re not cursed and you don’t curse people. You, your family, are not evil. What about those banshees on tour with that one singer? Their audiences go home very much alive. Bad things happen to people sometimes.”

“What if I g—”

“No. (Y/N), you won’t do anything. You’re not bad so you can’t do anything bad.” Harry kissed your hands with a smile. “I’ve never seen these hands condemn a single person, even if they deserved it. Okay? You’re brilliant and nice and just amazing.”

“I’m scared.”

“It’s alright to be scared but nothing will happen.”

You shook your head. “Harry, I want to be— I do believe you about being good but… the only reason dad gave in is because I needed to know I’m a banshee. I needed to know because some dark wizards know, if Voldemort comes back then he for certain knows because Wormtail told him. And if they know—”

“They’ll try to kill you.” Harry realized.

“A dead banshee enhances a dark wizard’s power more than an alive one, even an alive and evil one.”

“Even if you aren’t full banshee?” He asked.

“Doesn’t matter. A half is good enough.”

“Well, we won’t let anyone get to you.”

“You know what haunts my dad? He feels he’s responsible for killing everyone. He told Wormtail to be the secret keeper instead of him. My parents were over at your house when Voldemort attacked. The thing that haunts my dad the most is my mum saying she heard hissing and slithering noises. She was convinced Voldemort was coming and none of them believed her. My mum held his wand to her head and said the killing curse.

“He said he was in such shock that he had to step out for a moment and the walk he took to clear his head was when Voldemort killed your parents. He thinks if he had been there and if they had believed her, it wouldn’t have happened. They said she was just doing her banshee thing again— paranoia, all banshees kind of have it. She killed herself with dad’s wand so Voldemort couldn’t use her, because technically Sirius was the one responsible for the death.”

“Your dad didn’t do anything. Your mum didn’t do anything. Only Lord Voldemort is responsible. And if he is back, I won’t let anything happen to you… should we just skip school completely today? Try again tomorrow? McGonagall accepted Sirius signing my Hogsmeade slip.”

“Harry that is still breaking at least twenty school rules,” you laughed. “Let’s do it.”

The two of you didn’t even disguise what you were doing. Some of the ghosts watched you stroll right out of the courtyard and to the little village. Hogsmeade was even nicer when it wasn’t under a layer of snow— which said a lot because you thought the snow made it look so pretty. If you two weren’t shopping, you were roaming the street hand in hand. Harry really had a way of making things feel better to you.

The only thing that was less than picturesque was the fact that you two argued in every store about who would pay. Harry insisted and you said that he needed his savings, your dad was still alive to work if you somehow spent the entire inheritance. Most of the time, Harry ignored you and paid anyway. You had forgotten all about the letter in your cloak. It still felt heavy but it wasn’t the same burden from when you first read it that morning.

Harry stopped walking when he realized you let go of his hand. He turned around to see you were far behind him just staring at something. Jogging over, he found you looking in an empty store. Harry simply stared at his reflection in the window— the part he could see that wasn’t being blocked by the for sale sign plastered on the window.

“What are we looking at?” he asked.

You finished sipping your butterbeer. “After the professors moved me up into seventh year classes, I began thinking even more about what to do after we leave Hogwarts— not many choices for a squib… what do you want to do, Harry?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t really thought about it much. Perhaps, an Auror? You?”

“Tilden Toots.”

“The radio man?”

You chuckled. No one actually listened to Tilden but you and Neville. Professor Sprout was always playing him on the radio in the greenhouse. Occasionally, Snape would put him on in the Potions classroom as well. Tilden was arguably the most famous herbologist of the wizard world. He was also a brilliant potioneer.

“Well, I don’t want to be on the radio. I don’t think. But I like potions and alchemy. I want to be around plants forever. I’m good at it.”

“You’re brilliant at it.”

“Thank you. I thought I wanted to run a plant shop in Diagon Alley but— never mind.”

“Do you want this store?”

“Never mind. I still have years before we graduate, someone will have bought it.”

“Not if you buy it now… What? Buy it now and it’ll be yours when you’re ready.”

You nodded and stepped into the store, Harry following. A wizard appeared and eyed you both. You began to think that maybe purchasing a store front while still in Hogwarts’ uniforms was not the best idea. You also weren’t sure if you were allowed to sign the contract. That thought was confirmed when the man threatened to message Dumbledore that he had students off campus. Harry stopped him and convinced him to contact Sirius instead. Because the store had a fireplace and your fireplace in Grimmauld was connected to the Floo network, the wizard was able to get a message through to Sirius.

“Poppet,” your father started.

“Don’t tell me you never skipped classes, Dad.”

Sirius paused because you were right. “Well, never to buy a store.”

You explained the same thing to your dad that you explained to Harry outside. Sirius snorted at Tilden Toots— he spent most of the summer hearing that stupid morning program play at the breakfast table. Your father told you that the store was the only Christmas present you were getting and gave permission for the wizard to sign a contract with a minor. You grabbed the copy of the contract and you and Harry burst out of the store— now your store— with glee.

You guys began to head back to the castle. Surprisingly, no one confronted you. Madame Pomfrey gave you a note because you claimed that you woke up with a fever and only woke up a couple hours ago. You and Harry began to walk to the owlery to see if there were any letters.

“So what are you going to do now? Just let the store sit until we leave Hogwarts or…”

“I might as well start working on it bit by bit, right? Four, almost five years of work and there’s no way it wouldn’t be the perfect store.”

“If you want help, I’ll be g—”

“There you two are!” Hermione ran up to you. “We’ve been looking all over. The pamphlets and S.P.E.W. buttons arrived! I was worried we wouldn’t be able to hand them out tomorrow.”

Before the Halloween feast, Hermione made you all hand out S.P.E.W. buttons. She was getting a surprisingly good response. Any time a student started arguing or had questions, everyone would direct them towards Kreacher and your family. You had been back and forth between the four tables in the Great Hall more times than you could count. Kreacher had been doing his part in the kitchens of convincing the house-elves that Hermione wasn’t trying to get them fired. They took to his presenting of the ideas way better than they took to Hermione or Dobby. A few took to the idea that maybe some clothes would be nice with season changes. They even admired the new sweater Kreacher was wearing.

Sirius had dropped it off in the last package that your owl had delivered. Because it was Halloween and students were allowed to be out of uniform, Sirius got your family matching sweaters. You, Kreacher, Sirius, Remus, and Padfoot had soft black sweaters with a giant smiling pumpkin on them. He even bought one for Draco who surprised you by actually showing up in it. You finished handing out the last S.P.E.W. button at the Slytherin table— Blaise took the last one because Draco convinced him to— when you heard some of the Durmstrang boys laughing.

You looked over to see that they were laughing at your house-elf who was setting down the food at the Slytherin table like the other elves were doing at other tables. You didn’t speak German— the required official language of their school— but you knew that the word sweater sounded the same in a lot of languages. You took the bowl that Kreacher was holding from him.

“Kreacher, go see if Winky needs help at Hufflepuff table or maybe Dobby since he is here today.”

“Yes, Mistress (Y/N).”

The Durmstrang boy right in front of you raised an eyebrow. “Your house-elf calls you by your first name?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” you asked, shifting the large bowl of whip cream to rest on your hip.

“You give him matching sweater and he thinks he is human. He thinks he deserves to walk around like us, like purebloods.”

You scoffed. “I was hoping the stereotype about Durmstrang boys and blood purity was untrue.”

“It’s just strange, he wears sweaters like he is a free wizard. The clothes they had before are fine.”

“The clothes they have are rags and dirty pillowcases.”

“Yes and what’s wrong with that? I wonder how he knows his place.”

“His place being?”

“A house-elf. He is not one of us.”

“No, but he deserves respect. Kreacher is a free working elf. He wears sweaters because he deserves proper clothing. Like any of us do.”

The boys laughed.

“Is something funny?” You asked.

“You make little club for elves next thing you know you say squibs should be allowed at our schools.”

You slammed the bowl down on the table, making everyone pay attention to what was happening at the Slytherin table. The faculty were watching, slightly frantic at the fact that both Dumbledore and Karakoff held up their hands to stop them from intervening with their students.

“Is there a problem with squibs?” You asked as your fingers gripped the bowl tighter.

“They’re no better than a muggle… what are you doing?”

You began to clear the trays in front of the boys, handing them to other students at the Slytherin table or even passing them to the Ravenclaw table right behind you. You gave the boys a sickly sweet smile.

“I just figured you wouldn’t want to eat food prepared by house-elves since you seem to think so little of them. And my squib eyes did glaze over everything so you probably wouldn’t want to eat after me knowing that I so much as looked at it.”

The boys’ upturned lips at taunting and messing with you turned into tight lines. It was only funny when they thought you were one of them. They were only entertained because you were a pureblood who wanted to play games and give out charity to every wizard and creature she saw. The smiles became sneers. The first boy suddenly looked at you almost passively.

“Then you are no better than a house-elf. Actually worse, they have magic, you are a waste of it.”

You rolled your eyes and turned to leave when another boy spoke.

“Disgrace to the wizard world,” he muttered but you could all hear.

The Great Hall had gone silent since you slammed the bowl and never picked up conversation. Your face heated up in anger and embarrassment knowing that every single person in the room had heard what he said. Karakoff watched his student with some sort of twisted glee. The Hogwarts and Beauxbaton faculty seemed to be appalled.

“Say that to my face!” you yelled as you turned around. The bowl of whip cream left your hand and landed straight on the boy’s robes. “Say that to my face again, I dare you!”

The boy stood up angrily. He whipped his wand out from his robe and that sprung your friends into action. Kreacher immediately apparated to where you were. Harry, Ron, and Hermione jumped up as well as Cedric. But before either of them could move from their table, Draco had his wand pointed at the boy’s neck.

“Mutter so much as the beginning of a spell and I’ll hex you, I don’t care if it gets me expelled.”

The boy didn’t lower his wand, only gripped it tighter. Viktor Krum put his hand on the other boy’s arm but even that didn’t do much other than make his eye contact waver. Dumbledore finally stood up when it became clear the situation was not diffusing entirely on its own. He announced that it was time to finish eating because they would be announcing the names soon. Kreacher walked you back to the Hufflepuff table, not trusting that the boy wouldn’t try anything while your back was turned. Cedric checked on you when you sat down. Even the visiting students that you didn’t know— mainly the ones from Beauxbatons— extended some sympathy.

The feast was cleared away and everyone turned their attention to Dumbledore. The goblet roared for a bit before the blue flames turned a brilliant red and a piece of paper was spit out. As it fluttered to the ground, Dumbledore caught it.

“And the Durmstrang champion is Viktor Krum.”

The hall rang out with applause. Because he attempted to defend you, you also clapped for Viktor even if you hated most of Durmstrang at the moment. Viktor stood up and reveled in the moment a bit before moving to the front of the Hall on his own accord so Dumbledore could continue. Just like before, the goblet turned red and spit up another paper scrap.

“From Beauxbatons, your champion is Fleur Delacour.”

Fleur, who had been sitting at the Ravenclaw table, stood up as well to accept the warm applause. She seemed nice to you. Not that the competition champions had to be nice people but you just felt like she was a deserving champion. The anticipation grew to a palpable feeling when it was time for Hogwarts. All the Houses had been guessing but no one could agree on who they thought the goblet would pick. It was like the goblet knew that you were waiting because you swore it was taking longer to pick a champion. Dumbledore caught the paper. You all watched as he read it before looking up.

“(Y/N) Black.”

You shook your head. That wasn’t possible. All eyes were on you as you were forced to get up from the table and go to the front of the room. This time there was no applause, just silent confusion. For once, you agreed with Barty Crouch as he tried to say that you couldn’t compete. You shook your head when Dumbledore asked you if you entered.

“No, Professor. I don’t even like the tournament. Everyone’s heard me complain!”

At that, most of the students nodded. They all had heard you go on about the competition. Most of the time they laughed because you seemed to be the only student who didn’t like it.

“She’s too young to compete, Albus,” McGonagall started.

“The magic is binding, our Hogwarts champion i—”

“Then I’m not a champion!” you said excitedly. “I crossed the age line— on a dare— because I thought it wouldn’t work since I’m a squib. I don’t have enough magic for the goblet to detect.”

Barty Crouch nodded. “That is a possibility. But we will need a new champion and the goblet won’t give us another.”

“Let her pick!” a voice shouted from Gryffindor.

Students’ voices rang out in agreement that if Hogwarts needed a new champion you should pick it. The goblet was going to give them a name, even if it had to be picked manually. Some were yelling that you didn’t want to so they shouldn’t make you compete. Others were saying how you were too young. But most were arguing that a squib couldn’t be their champion, Hogwarts wouldn’t stand a chance. Dumbledore extended a hand and you stepped up to the goblet to manually fish out a piece of paper. You pulled up the first name and the room grew silent.

“Blank, someone didn’t write their name but sorry to the Gryffindor who just lost because they only wrote their house, let me try again.”

You swirled your hand around, surprised that the fire didn’t burn this time. Your fingers grazed the stone inside of the goblet and you gasped. It felt cold and dewy somehow. Your head lifted up from the goblet, certain that you had heard something. Suddenly, the fire turned red and roared to life. You quickly pulled your hand from it and caught the two pieces of paper that were spat out. You opened the first one.

“Cedric Diggory!”

Hogwarts erupted into cheers. Cedric might not have been the most popular boy but he was nice, well-liked, and smart. He was an all-arounder and the students loved it. After Cedric stepped up, everyone looked at you. You held up the second piece of paper.

“What do I do? There are two of them.”

Barty Crouch cleared his throat. “Are you the only squib that attends Hogwarts?”

“Yes.”

“Then the magic binds every other wizard. In a surprise twist, we will have four champions this year instead of three.”

Dean Tomas shouted so everyone could hear. “What school are they from?”

You looked at the paper. “Doesn’t say on the back.”

That made everyone excited. Whichever school got the second champion had a better chance of winning. Understanding that the magic was binding and no one controlled the goblet, the students accepted the advantage that one school would get. They were more excited to just watch a more interesting tournament. You opened the slip of paper. Everyone watched it drop from your fingers as you didn’t say a word.

“Well? Who is it?” Dean shouted, making everyone chuckle.

You looked up and swallowed the lump in your throat. “Harry Potter.”

(Part 14)...

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Chapter 17

That next day the band arrived in San Francisco, they had the day off again, and jules thought it would be a good time for matty to meet her parents. It had been along time since he had last met one of his girlfriends parents, and to say he was nervous would be an understatement. Not only was he meeting her parents today, but tomorrow he was finally going to tell Julie that he loved her. He had finished the full song on the bus ride to san francisco, while jules slept next to him.

" you ready to go? My mom just texted me saying they are close to the restaurant, luckily it's only a five minute walk." Jules says, coming out of the bathroom.

"Yes, How do I look, i'm kinda nervous" matty said, jules walked up to him, slightly adjusting his tie, "you look so handsome babe, they're going to love you" she smiled and kissed him. " Just talk about baseball with my dad and he'll love you, remember the team you're rooting for is the giants, say that and you immediately have his approval" jules said, matty nodded his head in response.

"Got it, and by the way you look very beautiful" he smirked, pulling her in by the waist and kissing her lips first, before going down to her neck. "Thank you baby, now as much as I would love to stay here and see where this goes, we need to get going" she said, pulling him back up to face her. Matty frowned "We'll resume this when we get back" he smirked. After grabbing their coats, the couple made their way down the lobby and out to the restaurant.

When they arrived at the restaurant, jules immediately spotted her parents, before they walked over matty stopped her "Jules I'm really nervous", " Breathe matty it'll be ok, they are going to love you, just hold me hand and give it a squeeze whenever you feel nervous" she said, and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. Matty smiled back and gave her hand a quick squeeze as the two walked over to the table.

"Hey Mom! Hey dad!" jules said, waving at her parents. The two adults got up and hugged their daughter, "Hey sweetie it's so nice to see you!, we missed you so much" her dad said, pulling her into a tight hug. "It's good to see you guys too, I missed you both so much" jules said, pulling away and smiling. "Mom, Dad I want you to meet my boyfriend matty" jules said, introducing the three to eachother.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs.Foreman" matty said, as he shook both of their hands, "Please call us Cindy and Mike" Jule's mom said shaking matty's hand in return.

The four sat down, "It's so amazing to finally meet you, jules has told us so much about you" her mother said, sending the boy a small smile before she picked up her menu. Matty smiled and quickly reconnected his hand with jule's under the table, she gave it a quick squeeze to reassure him.

After the four had order their drinks and meals, it was time for the integration part of dinner. "So Matty Julie tells us that you're a singer." her dad said, matty nodded his head "yes! I've been singing and making music since I was 13". "You know I've actually heard of your band before, not to brag but I got jules into listening to it when she was 16" her mom chimed in.

Matty laughed "Oh is that so", jules blushed "Yeah, one day we were driving in the car and chocolate came on and well the rest is history" Jules giggled.

"So Mr.Foreman what about those Giants, on a winning streak aren't they?" matty asked, her dad laughed "Oh I like this one Jules hes a keeper" her dad commented, Matty smiled, proud of himself for gaining her fathers sentiment. "He is isn't he" julie commented, looking over at her boyfriend and smiling.

"So what are your plans while you're here?" her mom asked as the food arrived, "Well there's a show tomorrow and then after that we have to drive overnight to Oregon" Jules commented before taking a bite out of her steak. "Oh wow, sounds exhausting" her dad comments, "Yeah, but we have fun, and with Jules around its more fun than it was before, because i'm not cooped up with my band members" matty said, laughing softly at his comment about the boys, he remembered the time before they had girlfriends, where it was just the four of them and they went crazy after a while and would be at eachothers throats.

After dinner, the four walked outside of the restaurant to say their goodbyes, "We miss you sweetheart, but we're so incredibly proud of you and what you have achieved, we'll see you in the summer ok?" her mom said, then turned to matty " it was so lovely to meet you Matty, take care of my baby will you?" she asked, " always" he responded as Mrs.Foreman pulled him into a hug.

Mr.Foreman then came over to matty and pulled him aside, "It was great meeting you Matty, I like you, you seem like a stand up guy just please look after her ok? If anything happened to my baby I wouldn't know what to do". "I promise sir, i'll look after her, i love her more than anything and if anything happened to her I don't know what i'd do" matty said, this caused her dad to smile. Mr.Foreman shook mattys hand, before walking over to his daughter and embracing her in a tight hug, "I love you sweetheart, remember we're always here for you if you need anything" he said, jules pulled away from the hug, matty could see it on her face that she was trying not to burst into tears. After a final goodbye, they walked off in separate directions.

"You ok darling?" matty asked, as the couple walked into the elevator, "Yeah, it's just hard not seeing them you know, i've lived away from home for almost 3 years but it doesn't get easier" she responded, her head laying low. "Baby come here" matty said, and pulled her into a hug, "I know it's hard and I'm so sorry" he said, kissing the top of her head. She pulled away from him as the elevator doors opened and they stepped out "Thank you matty, tonight was amazing, I can tell they love you" she said, as she made her way to their room. "Of course love, I had so much fun, you're parents are amazing people" he commented as they stepped into their room.

"We should probably get some sleep it's going to be a very busy and long day tomorrow" Jules said as she dug through her suitcase, pulling out her pajamas. "Yeah It'll be fun though, and I have a surprise for you", this caused jule's ears to perk up "A surprise? I can't wait" she grinned. "I think you'll love it" he said, "I'm sure I will, you know I love everything you do" she said, as she got dressed. "Thats sweet darling" matty said as he laid back on the bed, soon jules joined him and the two fell asleep in eachother's arms

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