#the other day i stopped by my dad's place to pick up my laptop that got delivered to his house

[quaintii]

Across the Street

Pt.3

Pt.1, Pt2.

synopsis: Miguel calls you in once more for babysitting. He has a day off from work and something inconvenient happens.

content: 18+ MDNI - babysitting, DILF miguel, fingering, m!receiving bj, praise and degrading, dirty talk, spiccyy overall.

A/N: thank you guys for the support!! Love u all 💞

extra: art is on Twitter by kimmy_arts0912

Miguel woke up to the sound of his phone burring on the bedstand, clicking the stop button.

9:04 a.m.

He slowly rose off the bed, rubbing his temples and heading to the bathroom. He took his time getting himself ready, it was never easy for him since he would regularly work for long hours but today was a day off.

He took a shower, shaving off his stubble beard with a mirror glued on the bathroom wall. He got out with a towel wrapped around his waist and a small one on his wet hair.

Soon as he finished changing, he went downstairs to drink some black coffee and eat some peppered eggs with bacon.

As he scrolled through his work emails on his laptop, he saw Gabriella at the corner of his eye. She stepped off the stairs, approaching Miguel and hugging his legs.

"Como dormiste, mi changa?" (How'd you sleep, my girl?) He let out a hearty laugh, ruffling her messy brown curls. His focus was now on Gabriella, carrying her with one arm while his other hand pinched her swollen cheeks.

"Bien, papi!" She said as she swinged on his arm. Miguel smiled and lifted her back on the floor, reaching for the chair for his daughter. He placed two plates, a small stack of pancakes with strawberries, butter and syrup while the other was a bowl of fruit.

"Make sure to eat all of it, mija. It's bad to let things go to waste." He spoke as he washed the prior dishes from last night, making him vividly relive the memory of his fingers in you. He couldn't shake the thought of you, he kept spacing out on your touch.

He snapped back to reality when he peered his eyes to his phone ringing, his wife. Well almost his ex-wife, the divorce was still in date for court but they went their separate ways months ago.

He wrapped a towel around his hands, drying them and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"I'm picking up Gabriella later today around 6."

Miguel's brows furrowed together. "What do you mean?!? This whole week is my time to spend with her. I have a day off today and tomorrow." He snapped back at her.

"What's the reason for the sudden change?! Im allowed to spend time with my daughter too." He was fired up but whispered into the phone so Gabriella wouldn't hear.

"She just got home a couple days ago, que te pasa en la mente?!" Miguel spoke. She scoffed into the phone. "You're more in love with your work than our own daughter."

"Well I planned a trip for the both of us and I already have everything packed for her. Relax, you'll get her back in a couple days, bye!" As Miguel was about to yell at her, she hung up on the phone.

"Pinche pendeja.." he muttered softly on his lips.

He was furious but had to remain calm to not raise Gabriella's suspicion of why her dad was breathing so heavily and palming his face with his hands.

After a couple minutes pass, he sat next to Gabi watching a cartoon show to ease himself down. He would then urge Gabi to go brush her teeth and change into something else rather than her unicorn pajamas.

Miguel decided to take Gabi to a new toy shop that just opened. He was still pissed about the call earlier but the thought ended up leaving his mind as his focus was now on his daughter's happiness.

5:04 p.m.

It'd been a day or two since what happened. Miguel hadn't sent you a message to babysit Gabi, until this afternoon.

"Hey, can you come over to babysit Gabriella? That is if you're not busy with anything."

"I'll be on my way in 5 minutes, Mr. O'Hara."

"Perfect..thank you. Again, Miguel is fine."

You felt so queasy about stepping in foot back to his house but so excited. You wore a summer dress due to the heat emitting from the sky. The afternoon would always be the hottest time of the day where you lived.

You face the mirror to fix the messy curls that sprung up due to the frizz. You apply some lip liner, finishing it off with a red tint gloss.

5:12 p.m.

You knock on the door, patiently waiting. You hear a click and the door finally opens, the sun shined on his caramelized skin. He look almost jaw dropping.. with a slicked back hair look. Loose black fit pants with a loose button up shirt. His eyes gave off a smile smile and invited you in.

You looked around to find Gabriella drawing at the table.

"Hi Gabi!" You squeal and wave at her as she rushes into a hug towards you. "Yay! You're back!" She was eager to see you. "What are you drawing? That looks great!" "I'm drawing a forest with fairies and unicorns!" Her high pitched voice rang in your ears.

You lean in closer to look at her drawing, acknowledging it. You give her a sweet smile, she returns it back.

You step back and walk to the cabinets to get a glass of juice. Your body jumped when you felt a hand rubbing in circles on your ass.

Miguel grazed his hands on your shoulder, whispering near your ear and dragging you further to the kitchen. Gabi's back facing the both of you two, you felt his hot breath fan you; shivers down your spine and to your core.

"How have you been, muñeca? Te ves muy...hermosa." He husked in a low tone. Your breathing slowed down, worried to even peep a sound. "I missed you..was worried you wouldn't come back." His rough hands rub the soft skin on your hips.

His tongue teased your neck, sucking and softly nibbling on it. "N-not here Miguel..your daughter.." You whispered, trying hard to restrain your small whimpers. He hummed in your ears, nibbling on it before detaching himself as soon as he heard a doorbell ring.

Luckily the kitchen had the blinds closed so whoever was outside, couldn't see.

He sighed and you quickly headed to open the door, facing a woman. She had on black sunglasses to block the sun in her eyes.

"You must be the new babysitter right?" She questioned as she placed her purse on the island countertop. "Yes! I was recently hired by Mr. O'Hara, Ms.." You waited for a response from her. "Mrs. O'Hara." She spoke, she reached to grab Gabriella by the waist; a suitcase near the table.

You had thought that he was divorced, you thought pretty quickly to it maybe they just haven't had gone to court yet to fix their situation.

"Mom? Where are we going?" Gabriella prods her head at Miguel and you. "We're going to Disneyland!!" She squeals as she hears the exciting news.

Miguel sighed and rolled his eyes, knowing that she never really gave attention to Gabriella, just spoiling and bribing her.

Gabriella was brought down back to her feet, hugging you and her dad by the leg, waving goodbyes.

You helped her out with packing some of her toys upstairs. When you both finished packing up some extra stuff, you head downstairs, slightly peering your head to see Miguel and his wife whisper about stuff. Miguel's chest heaved as his hands ran through his hair, frustrated.

Gabriella prods her head at what you're looking at and you quickly distract her by asking her something.

"Did you grab all of your toys, Gabi?" "I think so," she said as she rubbed her head and headed towards the door.

The lady drank some champagne from the glass, eyeing you up and down, questionable about you. You were never this nervous, but you worried if she had known.

She averted her gaze back to Gabi, holding her hand and the suitcase near Miguel. "Bye papi!" Gabi squeaked as the door behind her closed. Miguel waved non-stop til he couldn't see her anymore.

He laid his elbows on the countertop, tilting his head sideways back and forth. "Everything okay?" You walked up to him.

"Yeah.. um..it's just.." He hesitated to tell you. "Oh, don't worry! It's fine you don't have to tell me, Mr.-.. Miguel." He sighed angrily, "No no, it's just that..this week I was supposed to have Gabriella. She comes unannounced, not even a heads up that she would take Gabi with her."

As he vented more of his frustration, he felt relief by letting it all out. You were open eares with him, softly patting his shoulder blades to ease him.

"Wow..that's really messed up. Do you have custody of Gabriella, if you don't mind me asking." You spoke softly.

"Yeah, I do. We haven't had the court fully decide yet, it's coming up in a couple weeks. I just hate how she's nowhere fit for her to be actually caring for Gabriella." He sighed and took a big sip from the champagne bottle.

You hummed in return, heading to the snack closet for something to ease him up. "Want some snacks?" You asked. Miguel gets up and walks towards you.

You tip-toed to reach a cardboard box full of gummies, until you felt your body shivering to the touch of his hands around your waist later reaching your bra.

He wraps his arms around you, his touch becoming a bit more daring this time.

"You're very tempting. It's difficult to resist you right now..."

Miguel smiles at you and whispers his words. He then places his lips on yours again, his kiss passionate and eager. He wraps you as tight as he can, his hands roaming your hips.

"Oh, I would love something sweet. Don't you?" He murmured on your neck. His hands pushed your dress up, caressing your plush skin. "Mr. O'Hara-.."

You felt a sharp slap to your ass. "What did I say? Llámame Miguel.." (Call me Miguel)

He placed a hand on your chin to face him, kissing you softly. The second kiss seemed more like hunger.

"Get on your knees for me, cariño." He husked in a low tone, you obediently listen and laid your knees on the cold marble floor. He caressed your face once more, "Good girl.." The praises that came out his mouth made your cheeks heat up, your blood pumping to your pooling cunt.

Miguel's face lights up with pleasure, his eyes staring at you seductively as you kneel down in front of him. He watches your movement as you kneel, breathing slightly heavier. The way you look at Miguel also makes him feel good.

"Mm..."

Miguel's hand then reaches down and he grabs your head, making you look up at him.

"Open your mouth..."

Miguel moves his hand down to one of your shoulders, moving his thumb along your collarbone and then along your cleavage.

"Open wider, muñeca..."

Miguel's smile grows more and more as he sees you opening your mouth. You see his hand moving around your lips, just touching your face sensually here and there. Miguel's eyes never leave yours, and you find his stare to be both attractive and also exciting.

"Mm... Good.."

Miguel's eyes move down to your tongue and then back up to your face. He starts to whisper in your ear, his voice going slightly deeper.

"¿Como se siente esa boca, chiquilla?"

Miguel's breath slows, clearly aroused. He stuck in two fingers into your mouth and you hollowed your cheeks softly as you sucked on them for a bit. He went deeper, making you gag continuously, he took his fingers out licking them clean.

Your eyes landed on his bulge, palming it with your hands, rubbing it harder each time, pulling groans out of Miguel.

You begin to remove his pants by unzipping it and pulling down his boxers, his hard cock slapping his abdomen. The red brownish head was practically fuming for your touch.

You part your lips, laying your tongue out and licking the pre-cum streaming down on his tip. You try fitting all of his cock in your throat but you can't so you stroke the rest of him.

His eyes drop down to your face, his eyebrows furrowed together, savouring the delicious feeling of your tongue around his cock. You bobbed your head faster when your throat relaxed, being able to take in more of him. You clench your inner thighs together to feel some relief on your swollen clit.

His breathing becomes shallow the more he becomes impatient. When you looked up at him with small teary eyed..

He loses it.

He needs and wants to feel more of you, he slammed his cock deeper down your throat. The squelching sounds and low groans of his voice made you whine but it was muttered by his cock in your mouth.

You dig your nails into his thighs to keep yourself steady, you feel like you've ran out of oxygen. But you couldn't care less.

"Puta madre..." He whispers.

The feeling of him driving you absolutely mad, his grip on your scalp tightening with every thrust he took. The aggression shocked you, but you couldn't move since he took complete control of your mouth.

His cock pressed harder into your throat, making you gag on and on while tears streamed down your face. Your flushed out face drew him to his final straw.

His hips snapping against your cheeks, the slapping sounds echoing. The feeling of your fingernails digging deep into his skin, your muffled moans clenching harder around his cock whenever you hollowed your cheeks, made him lose his control.

"F-fuck...you're so good...such a pretty little slut aren't you? So fucking good f'me baby..." He scowled.

You kept muffling mhm's as he would praise your touch on him. His hips began stuttering, his thrusts slowly becoming slower as his cock became more and more sensitive with every warm touch of your tongue around him.

He held both sides of your face in a firm but gentle grip, abusing your throat to catch his orgasm. "I'm c-coming..mhmmf..mierda..." He whined.

His massive body shook with his imploding orgasm, he shoved his cock to the back of your throat and shuddered as his cum was hot and sticky on your tongue.

The moment he pulled out, he angled my face to his, towering over my frame. "Swallow it f'me." He spoke bluntly.

Miguel removed your mouth off his cock, his erection still hard and pulsing. All he wanted right now was to be inside you but he had different plans for you. He was going to return the favor back to you now.

You let out a few coughs to catch your breath and swallowed just like he asked. Bittersweet taste left on your tongue.

"Eres tan buena y hermosa, ma." (You're so good and beautiful, ma)

"Llevantate, amor." He panted on your neck.

He grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you up, resting your quivering ankles on his broad shoulders. His fingers stroking and prodding at the wet stain on your underwear, his cold touch setting you on fire.

"Let me touch your pretty pussy, amor. Déjame ver ese bello coño.." (Let me see that pretty pussy) He tore your underwear off, the cold air washing your cunt makes you shiver. He lightly slapped your folds to see your face contort and furrow.

Suddenly, his hot tongue flicked your wet folds, and heat swirled in your stomach, your clit throbbing. Your skin burned to his touch as he reached for your perked nipples, rubbing it with his hands and whenever he would pinch your nipples, you would jerk forward; making his nose hit your clit.

"M-more Miguel.." You begged, your cunt clenching around nothing left you feeling empty and so needy. Your fingers wrapping around his brown curls, gripping onto them dearly as his tongue lapped on your clit.

"You're doing such a good job f'me, mi amor. Keep moaning my name like that. Fuck.." He groaned into your cunt. He slid into another finger and the feeling was too much for you to handle.

"M-miguel.." Your pants filled with wanton and lust. Your body jerks forward as he slid a finger inside you, your eyes impossibly rolling back to the back of your head as you choked on your moans, mumbling his name as he continued to eat you out like a starved man.

"Mirame, corazon. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?"

You felt too much and too little all at once, it wasn't enough for you but you felt like you were about to get thrown off the edge as his fingers started pounding you deep inside your velvet walls. You kept twitching and trembling, your back arching off the wall as your body hopelessly writhed for him.

Your nerves began stuttering, going numb along with a knot starting to untie. Miguel wouldn't stop sucking on your folds, his nose nudging your clit. His eyes never left your face, he loved seeing how you responded to his touch.

You started feeling a fire pooling low in your abdomen, your heartbeat pulsing faster than before.

You started losing composure whatsoever, when he slid in another finger inside. He didn't stop lapping on your sopping cunt, your pussy clenching around his fingers made his cock ache for your walls to tighten around him.

"It's t-too much.. m-miguel please mhmgf..fuck!" You sobbed and wailed. Your tears wouldn't stop, his fingers plunging in deeper inside your swollen cunt.

"You can handle it, doll.. I know you can." His ears relished the wet squelching sounds and your sweet little moans. You tugged harder into his hair as you felt a wave crashing down, the dam broke which released a leg-shaking orgasm. Fire sprinted throughout your body, the feeling of it taking over your mind with nothing but his fingers and tongue on your cunt.

Your orgasm came in flooding in and electrified every nerve in your body. Your vision fading to black. Your throat welled with moans and mewls, as you kept blubbering incoherently.

Miguel devoured you without mercy, savoring your juices as it ran down his chin. He kept you steady by holding you tight on your hips as you wiggled non-stop, shaking and writhed under him.

You loved drowning in helplessness of the pleasure as it surrounded you by the waist, leaving you breathless, shaky, and light headed.

You became almost feverishly whimpering since Miguel would still suck on your clit, tenderly. He finally removed himself from your folds, smirking at you while caressing your flushed out face. "Te ves bella así, muñeca. Eres mia..que no?" (You look beautiful like that, doll. You're mine, right?) You nodded as your orgasm finally came to a stop. He rested your ankles back to the floor, holding you up by the waist so you wouldn't succumb to the floor.

Just when he was about to tease you with his cock slowly on your folds, you both hear a ding from the door. Keys ring through your ears and the door creaked open. Heels clacking on the hard floor echoing around the spacious house, heading upstairs. The both of you quickly start to dress up quickly, you knew exactly who this was.

"Miguel!! ¿¿Dónde estás?? Do you know where the monster high dolls are?!?" A woman voice yelled upstairs. Miguel gave you a quick peck on the lips and a wink.

"What is it this time?" Miguel's voice responded back to her. "Gabi forgot her stupid toys..anyways just tell me where they are. She won't stop crying and I need her to shut up."

Miguel refused to give into his emotions and snap back at her so he gave off a small response to her.

"They're in the hidden basket under her bed, the lock is in the bedstand drawer." He answered, looking back at you tip toeing to the door.

You sent yourself off by going back home quietly and hurriedly.

Miguel was once again incredibly frustrated for the intrusion.

A/N: it's 12:31 am rn, gonna have the best sleep ever. I finally finished it! Leave any feedback, always room for improvement, thank you guys!! (Sorry for the ending once more 😭😓, I promise to make part 4 hella dirty and long)

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[harleehazbinfics]

Dear Baby, Chapter 3

Dear Baby, m.list | Author's Profile

A/N: imsosorry i forgot, i was so busy getting all my stuff together for my trip and I didn't bring my laptop. :') a few more days to go and hopefully by then I'll be back ᕦ⁠ʕ⁠ ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ᕤ

Word Count: 1.4k

“You ready?” you ask the man beside you who was fidgeting.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he breathes out then flinching when he hears the doors push open.

You gave him one last encouraging nod before you took a step back behind him and bowed your head. Peeking through your lashes, you saw a tall, beautiful woman with great demon horns, golden locks and eyes covered behind tinted shades. Beside her was little blonde toddler, she had all of Lucifer’s features. From his red cheeks and pale skin to his blonde hair and even the lighter streak in their hair. Simply put, she was very lovely.

“Lilith, hi,” he chokes out from holding his breath too long while gazing at his wife.

Instead of replying to him, she turns and looks down at their daughter and says, “Charlie, be a good girl and stay with your father today, ok? I’ll pick you up at 6pm.”

Charlie obediently nods and watches her mother leave the palace, leaving the 3 of you behind. You looked at Lucifer who had his eyes on his daughter who hesitantly approached him and tugged at his pants.

“Hi, sweetheart. I’m sorry, daddy hasn’t seen you in a while,” he apologizes kneeling in front of her.

She looks down refusing to look at him and hugged the stuffed toys her father gifted to her. “Why didn’t you come see me, daddy?”

His heartbreaks at the downcast look on her face and explains carefully to her, “Mommy and I aren’t really friends right now. So, I was scared to ask to see you, apple pie but I missed you so much. Daddy thought of you every night. I thought about how taller you grew, what food you ate today. Daddy’s very sorry, baby.”

Tears filled the little girl’s eyes and rushed to hug her father, “It’s okay, daddy. I’m not mad. Please don’t cry.”

Without realizing it, Lucifer had tears falling out of his eyes he explained to his daughter. She grew so much without him. She even comforted a grown man like him. Being so pathetic in front of her daughter and his new friend.

He clutched his daughter closer to his chest wept with her. He refusing to pull back until she did.

Without them noticing, you had left the room and took out a few snacks Lucifer prepared for them earlier in the morning and came back to the room to wait for them by the door. After they wiped each other’s tears now with a smile tugged on their lips. Lucifer carried Charlie in his arms and walked towards me.

“Charlie, meet my friend (y/n),” he introduces she then gives you a small wave which you returned with a smile, “She’s been helping me with work.”

“It’s nice to meet you, princess. I’ve heard much about you from your father. You truly are the apple of his eye,” you greet dipping your head towards her, while you tried to put in a good word for him, which earned you a flustered look from her as she dug deeper into her father’s embrace.

You then giggle at her bashfulness and faced Lucifer and said, “I’ve prepared the snacks in the sitting room. If you would please.”

He nods his head and walks together with you. Every once in a while, you’d see the little princess’ head would peek at you and stare. You would meet her gaze and give her a warm smile to let her be more comfortable around you.

“She’s really pretty, daddy,” she ‘whispers’ to her dad making him smile and let out a low chuckle.

“She is, isn’t she?” he confirms making you blush red.

You faked a cough trying to hide your embarrassment and retort, “I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from teasing me, your majesty.”

The father-daughter giggled at your bashful reply. Lucifer places her in a chair with cushions on them and pushes her close to the table to make her reach it. Seeing you taking the teapot, Lucifer stops you and takes it in his hands.

“I’ll do it. Why don’t you join Charlie and sit together?” he suggests gently pushing you forward.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Definitely. Now go,” he shoos you towards the table which you could only retort with a sigh, “What do you want, honey? We have tea or orange juice.”

“Orange juice please!”

After he pours himself and your tea and gave his daughter her orange juice before sitting beside her.

“So, what do you want to do today, princess?” he asks placing a plate of muffins in front of her.

“I don’t know. I’m just happy to see daddy again,” she beams at him.

The angel clutches his heart at her cuteness and hugs her. “Me too! I’m happy to see Charlie too!” he exclaims kissing her cheek.

You smile at their interaction and suggest, “It’s a fine day today. How about we go to the garden? If I remember correctly, I think I saw a swing on a tree there.”

Both of their eyes lit up and nodded enthusiastically at my suggestion. The two talked for a long time while we ate before we went to the garden. Charlie ran ahead of us, excitedly bounding towards the tall apple tree in the center of the Garden.

The air was fresh and filled with the scent of flowers, the temperature was just right and perfect for a day outside. This was the first time you ever stepped foot back in this garden after your ‘lovely’ encounter with his highness. You smile, remembering it like a fleeting dream. It happened so quick and lots of things happened in between.

You were welcomed here in his castle, indulged yourself in his cooking, and helped him with his work. It was so different from a life you once lived just a few months ago. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You sat on the soft grass as you laid your eyes upon the father and daughter who played around the swing. Pleasant giggles and laughter filled the air making you feel so calm. Was this the moment you’ve been dreamed about for a long time? The moment of peace that washes over you as you are surrounded by the people you loved. Or the family that you could only dream of having?

You watch as Lucifer push Charlie on the swing while she giggled and called her father to push higher. You heart beats quickly as you watch the fatherly smile on his face. The way he stared at Charlie with such doting eyes had you in a hold.

He then unexpectedly raises his eyes to look at you, with your red face, and gives you a smile before asking if you were okay. You nod your head and tell him not to worry about you.

You turn your head around, discreetly hiding your flustered face with worry as it dawns on you.

‘You can’t possibly fall for him!’ you scream in your head panic filling your system at the realization, ‘He’s a married man, and your benefactor and boss!”

‘But—’

You look back at them, guilt washing down your face. Then remembering the stare he had towards his wife earlier and looked down at your bump in shame.

‘No, he will never look at me the same way.’

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[mistydeyes]

little moments and little voices

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summary: Despite the long hours and constant threat of death, the 141 always has something to return to. Even when they're away, they love the moments you share with them and your children.

pairing: 141 x fem!Reader (established relationship)

warnings: none :)

a/n: i redid my little headers for each section so hope you enjoy!

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“C’mon babies let’s call daddy,” you said as you gathered your three little children. “Mum we’re not babies anymore,” the eldest spoke up as your youngest climbed in your lap. “Alright my mature adults, let’s call your father,” you said in a fake stern voice. Your children laughed as they got settled. “You sound like daddy,” your son giggled as he sat down. "Okay is everyone ready?" you asked and they all nodded in agreement. You grabbed the laptop and pulled up Skype and they all giggled as it rang.

After two rings, John's face lit up the screen. "Well hello there," he said as he sat back and your children rushed to wave hi. "We all miss you, sweetie!" you exclaimed and blew him a kiss. "I miss you all too," he replied as he held a hand up to the screen. "Daddy guess what?" your middle said as she climbed onto your lap to see her dad better. "What, pumpkin?" he replied happily. "I lost a tooth," she exclaimed and showed her dad the empty gap in her front smile. "She's been showing everyone, sweetheart," you laughed as you placed your face back in the frame. You continued to have your other two children provide their updates, your eldest had gotten the best marks at school and your youngest recently learned how to tie their shoes. You could see your husband smile at them proudly as he praised all of their achievements. Eventually, you saw the time and knew it was time for bed. "Kiddies I think it's time we head up to bed, yeah?" you asked and you were immediately met with groans. "Don't act like that for your mother," Price scolded and the whining stopped. "Maybe if you ask nicely, Daddy can read us all a bedtime story," you smiled and they begged your laughing husband.

Eventually, he relented and your kids happily climbed down and raced upstairs. This was their favorite part of the night when John was away and were all dutifully ready to be tucked in. You followed with the laptop in hand and set it up so that all your children could see. "Alright, let's see what we have here," John chuckled, "I have a new one for you it's called '‎Goldilocks And The Three Bears'" your kids oooed in response as you sat next to your youngest bed. "I have a special guest," he continued and shifted the camera to the left, "Uncle Kyle is here and he'll be doing some of the voices." You waved as you saw the Sergeant appear on the screen. The kids screamed with happiness at the sight of their favorite uncle appearing. "Hi kids, I'm Goldilocks," he said in a high-pitched voice and you let out a small laugh. As soon as everyone settled, John prepared his best narrator voice and opened the book. "Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Goldilocks," he began. Before you knew it, he was reading the last few lines. By now, your children were fast asleep. The excitement from seeing their father and the laughter from Kyle's impressions had tuckered them out. You kissed them all gingerly before picking up your laptop and heading downstairs.

"Hi sweetheart," John said as you settled on the couch. "How are you doing?" you asked and his smile faltered a bit. "Tired, missing home," he replied and your heart ached slightly. "We miss you too, John," you whispered as you brought the device closer. "I'll be home soon, just have to tie up some loose ends," he noted. God you missed him. You knew what you had signed up for on your wedding day but these last few months had been hard. You sighed as he looked at your thoughtfully. "Want me to tell you a bedtime story?" he joked and that's how you fell asleep to your husband just talking.

soap

“Daddie daddie daddie!” is all the warning Johnny got before his two twins came running to him. “Slow down there, wee little ones,” he laughed as he went to pick them up in his arms. After four years, Johnny would never get tired of this. “Mammy did face paint with us,” his son said as Johnny examined his face. You had in fact painted their faces and they were excited to show their father. “Let’s get a proper look at both of you,” he said as he sat them both down on the kitchen counter. His kids smiled widely at him and he could see a collection of butterflies and bees on his son’s small face and hearts and flowers on his daughters.

“Where’s your mam now?” he asked as he lowered them off the counter. His daughter excitedly grabbed her dad’s hand and led him to the master bathroom. You stood there washing off your hands and brushes to see your tiny terrors dragging Johnny in. You smiled when you saw them tugging at your husband's arm. You put the brushes down as your twins jumped up and down in excitement. “Hi sweetheart, everything good at the brief?” you asked as you walked over and kissed his cheek. Your kids squealed in disgust and hid their eyes as he held your face gently. "All good, love," he replied, "now what's all this face paint business about?" You looked down to see your kids running around as if they were in a sugar rush. "Ah I had them lying around and they were getting antsy waiting for you," you said and gestured for the twins to settle down. As you continued to clean and chat with Johnny, your daughter had a brilliant idea.

"Mam, can you do some face paint on Daddie?" she asked sweetly and you looked over at Johnny who looked equally as excited. You sighed as you had just finished cleaning your brushes but you always folded for your children and your husband. "I guess I could," you said and the whole group cheered. You set up your station again and Johnny sat on the bathroom counter, leaning down so you could see his face. He squirmed a little under your grip and you ran your fingers over his stubble. "I could make something work," you said before pulling out the paints in your other hand and beginning your masterpiece. You made sure as you were painting to tell your kids not to ruin the surprise. Johnny held onto your waist as you painted. Your children moved around every so often to get a better angle of your work.

"And done," you said with a smile and he turned to look at himself in the mirror. "You've outdone yourself," he said as he examined the delicate brush strokes. "I wanna see!" your son called and Johnny hopped off the counter so they could get a better look. The twins gripped his cheeks and giggled at the splashes of yellow and blue and white. "It's a duck!" your daughter exclaimed. "It's a family of rubber ducks," you said as you bent down, "There's a daddie, a mammy, and two little ones following." They moved Johnny's face around to see the two parent ducks on one cheek and the two smaller ones on the other side. "That's us!" your daughter said as she touched the wet paint. She quickly rubbed it off on her dress and you sighed as you had just gotten them changed that morning. They ran to the playroom and before you could follow, Johnny held you back and kissed you. At first, you thought it was romantic but you soon realized he had brushed off the paint onto your face. "You're a bastard," you joked as you examined your face. "Ye but I'm yours," he said and you laughed as you went to follow your wild children.

gaz

"Shhh don't ruin the surprise," Kyle could hear you say as the door slowly cracked open. All morning, you and your daughter had worked on something special for him. According to your five-year-old, it was "Top Secret" and Kyle was happy to catch up on some shows while you and her worked in the living room. Your daughter jumped onto the bed as Kyle reached to pause his show and you joined soon after. "Okay it's time to close your eyes," she said and Kyle put his hands over his eyes. You smiled as you handed your daughter the masterpiece she had been working on. "You can open them now," she giggled and shoved the paper into his hands. "This is amazing Ivy," he said as you lay down next to them. "She made it all himself," you smiled as you turned to see the drawing.

Today was Kyle's last week before a long deployment and your daughter had wanted to give him something to have. All morning, she drew and colored a drawing of your family including your German Shepherd. The childish drawing had you and Kyle in front of your house and your daughter running around with your dog in a yard of green grass. Kyle kissed your head as your daughter described the scene and pointed out all the drawings. "...then we have mummy, she's wearing the green dress you got her," she said as she continued to point. "And who's that handsome guy?" Kyle said as he pointed to himself. Your son smiled up at you before replying. "That's you, Daddy," she said, "I wanted to draw your uniform but it was too hard so you're wearing a shirt and shorts." Kyle laughed as the drawing was surprisingly accurate, the clothes were things you wore daily and the house looked like the one you were sitting in.

"Well I'm sure my little artist is hungry," he said as he got up and placed your daughter on the ground. "Let's go out to eat today," he announced and your daughter jumped up and down. "I wanna pick out my outfit today," she triumphantly said before running off to her room. Kyle took this opportunity to grab you and hold you in his arms. "Thinking about another little one?" he joked and you laughed as you rolled over to face him. "Not when you're away," you exclaimed, "don't even get me started on the weird cravings Ives gave me." He kissed you gently and you knew you would revisit this as soon as he got back. "She doesn't want you to leave," you whispered after you sat in silence for a few moments. "I'm going to miss you too," he replied and held you closer into his chest. Parting was always such a bittersweet time for the family.

Before you knew it, Ivy came storming back into your bedroom. "Look at me!" she said as she twirled around. You and Kyle propped up to see her in a similar green dress. "Oh Ives, I told you that you were going to wear that when we picked up Daddy from the airport," you scolded but Kyle placed a gentle hand on your waist. "It's a special occasion though!" she exclaimed and you just smiled at her early surprise. "I love it, sweetheart," Kyle replied as he helped you up. "I only think it's fair if Mum wears her green dress," he smiled and kissed you on the forehead. Despite having the surprise ruined, you enjoyed walking around the streets of your town with your daughter in matching dresses and your husband lovingly smiling at you.

ghost

Simon woke up to hear the soft taps on the piano and your soothing voice guiding your son. “Alright sweetheart let’s try that again,” he heard your voice instruct as he played the beginning notes to Heart and Soul. Simon lay in bed for a while as he listened to the peaceful melody. He had been gone for too long and your son had gotten even better since he was last home. You were now able to play duets with him and didn't have to direct him through the sheet music. He smiled softly as he got out of bed and made his way down the stairs. He made sure to walk gently as to not disturb his two musicians. As he descended, you joined in with the duet and began to play the other notes. “Heart and soul, I fell in love with you,” you began and Simon heard your son's little voice join in. Your voice was light and it filled the home with life. When you were first pregnant and he found out it was a boy, Simon feared he would turn out like him but after seven years all of his worries were quelled.

"...and stole a kiss from the night," you both finished as Simon entered the living room. After a few years, you knew when Simon was watching so it didn't surprise you to see him in the doorway. "When did you learn that?" he asked as your son ran up to hug him. He held him to his leg as he watched you turn from the piano slowly. By now, you were about 7 months along and were clearly showing. In just a few more weeks, you would be welcoming a little girl. "I taught him a few weeks ago, he's a fast learner," you proudly announced as you closed the piano lid. "I can play two songs now," your son boasted as Simon lifted him up and tussled his dark hair. "Better than I could ever do," he replied and he lowered your son and made his way over to you. "We might just have to get you lessons, Elliott," you said as your son joined you back on the piano bench. He beamed at you as you looked at Simon's mini-me. "And soon we'll have our own little orchestra," you continued and patted your growing belly, "she loves when Elliott plays, I imagine she's dancing in there." In the morning sunlight, you looked radiant and Simon kissed your forehead gently.

As you shared a brief moment together, your son insisted on playing a new piece you had just started to teach him. "I don't know El, you heard how bad I was singing last week," you joked as he looked at you with puppy eyes. Eventually, you relented and you motioned for Simon to watch. You cleared your throat as your son stretched his fingers and found the starting notes. Simon's ears were soon filled with the melody of Edith Piaf's La Vie en Rose. He smiled softly as you soon began to sing. "Des yeux qui font baisser les miens," you began in an attempt at emulating Piaf's elegant French accent, "Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche." He watched as Elliott's hands moved around the keys as you sang the romantic song. Despite not being as musically inclined, Simon recognized you were in the key of C, something you had taught him. He closed his eyes as you both continued to perform in sync, savoring the melody and your soft vocals. As soon as he finished with a few ending notes, Simon clapped softly. You and your son laughed as you bowed to your audience.

"It's still a work in progress," you laughed as scooted off the piano and joined next to Simon's side. As you enjoyed the soft moment with your head on his chest, Elliott posed a question. "What if we name the baby Rose," Elliott spoke up and you both thought for a moment. "But out of all the songs why Rose?" Simon asked as you looked at your son. "Mum's always so happy when she sings it, I think the baby would like it," he continued and Simon listened intently. You had been flipping through baby books for weeks and no one of them truly resonated. As you thought about the idea, you suddenly felt the baby kick and smiled. "I think little Rosie agrees," you said happily before sitting down. Simon joined on the other side of the piano and you three squished on the small bench. "Rose it is then," Simon said and enveloped you all in a hug. Before you could get up, your son had a brilliant idea. "Dad let me show you how to play 'Chopsticks'" he exclaimed and Simon knew he was trapped with his musicians.

#task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #john price x reader #Johnny mactavish x reader #mw2 imagine #madebyizzie #izzie is writing

[hawkeyetrained]

Favorite Niece

Derek Hale x Fem!Argent!reader

Other Characters: Kate Argent, Allison Argent (mentioned), McCall Pack (mentioned)

Warnings: cannon level violence, but nothing too bad, Derek tied up, slight S1E11 spoilers

Summary: She is the older sister of Allison Argent and, unlike her sister, knows all about the supernatural world. What happens when her aunt visits and happens to capture her boyfriend?

Word count: 1,650

My family was well known in the hunter community. Each member was trained either as a hunter, or a leader. My mother was the leader in our family, until time came for me or my little sister to take her place. Allison and I had just moved to Beacon Hills with our parents. She was a sophomore while I was a few months away from finishing my senior year. My little sister still didn’t know too much about the supernatural world we lived in, but me, my aunt Kate had been teaching and mentoring me for years.

She saw the world in a much different light than I did though. She believed that anything supernatural should be killed, while I, on the other hand, thought that those living in peace and protecting their own people and spaces shouldn’t be put down.

When we first moved here, I met Derek Hale while out in the woods, practicing my knife throwing. He had stopped running when he heard my frustrated yells and curses, coming over to investigate and make sure no one was hurt. We were instantly drawn together, neither of us wanting to stay away from each other for more than a few hours. The fact that I came from a family of hunters was one of the first topics that came up when we first got together. When I assured him that I saw the world in a vastly different way than my family, he and I became inseparable.

Everyone in the hunting world knew the Hale’s, and their story. I didn’t want to believe that someone could be horrible enough to trap a family in their house and let them burn. But when Derek opened up and told me about the night of the fire, about the pain he went through after losing his entire family, I swore off hunting completely.

Now, we had been together for nearly half a year, and when my aunt Kate came into town to visit, Derek and I had to keep things even quieter than usual. Scott and Stiles both knew Derek and I were together, but we had them keep things to themselves when my baby sister began hanging around with the three of us and Derek.

“Hi there my beautiful niece.” Kate smiled widely as she came into my room. I set my notebook down and turned around in my chair, making sure my phone was face down so she couldn’t see my messages.

“Hey Aunt Kate.” I smiled back at her, hoping she couldn’t feel my anxiety rolling off my body in heavy waves. I hadn’t been able to get a hold of Derek for hours, and with the small group of hunters in town, I was overly nervous.

“You at a good place for a break?” She nodded back to my homework. “I wanna show you something.”

“Umm.” I closed my laptop after saving my English report. “Yeah, I can stop for the night.” I slipped my boots on and grabbed by burnt orange sweater as I followed her out the front door. “Mom, dad, Aunt Kate is kidnapping me for the night. Love you!” I yelled back into the house before getting in the car. “So, where are we going?”

“I have a surprise for you.” She had been teaching me more and more about the hunting world as I had been trying to keep her off my back with my relationship with Derek. “You’ve been making so much progress in your training with me. I can’t believe how quickly you picked up knife throwing, and I swear you’re a natural shooter, so I thought I would surprise you with a very easy first hunt.”

My blood ran cold, and it felt like my heart stopped beating. “What do you mean? You know how I feel about hunting.”

Kate rolled her eyes. “I know, but you’ll have to get over it eventually. What if something comes after your baby sister one day?” Threatening Allison like that made my entire body freeze. She knew how protective I was over my little sister, how I’d do anything to keep her safe and out of the hunting world if I could. My dad had just started teaching Allison the basics, so the thought of her being thrown into hunting like I was scared the hell out of me. “You need to know how to protect yourself and your sister.”

She opened her door and got out of the car. When did we stop? “Where are we?” I followed behind her, not being able to see much as we wondered through the darkness, only to stop in the basement of what I recognized to be the Hale house. “Aunt Kate?” My heart was pounding as I followed her farther into the basement, only to come to a room with Derek chained up to a metal frame, wires connecting the metal to the circuit box on the wall, my curious eyes widening in shock and fear.

“Surprise!” She gave me a wide grin and held her arms to her side, effectively making Derek jump awake and his eyes land on my face. “What better way to kick off your hunting life than to take out one of the most famous werewolves in Beacon Hills?”

My breathing was a bit heavier as I stared at Derek. His side was bandaged up, the wires of the circuit box disappearing under the black tape, and he looked like he hadn’t sept in days. I knew Kate had been torturing him, probably sending too much electricity through his body as her way of getting him to talk and not letting him heal properly. “You...you want me to kill Derek Hale?” I looked at my aunt like she was crazy.

“Yes!” She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and dragged me closer to the werewolf. Derek bared his teeth and growled at my aunt. “See, he’s just so feisty.” She didn’t know he was trying to protect me, not himself.

“Derek?” My voice was soft, my aunt taking it as disbelief, not my fear for his life. “I can’t do this. He never did anything to me.”

Kate rolled her eyes at me, dropping her arm and going over to the circuit switch. “Sure, you can. You just have to take the first few steps.” I hadn’t taken my eyes off of his, until I heard a small click, and Derek tensed up in pain, a loud roar tearing through his chest.

“No, no, Aunt Kate, stop! Stop!” I shrieked, running over to her table, and flipping the switch off. Derek relaxed back against the metal wall, a breath of relief falling from his lips. “Stop.”

“Oh, come on sweetheart, he’s a monster. Our family, we hunt them down to make sure they won’t ever hurt anyone.” My eyes were wide as I stared at Derek, his bare chest heaving as he took in all the air he could before my aunt would turn the machine back on.

“He hasn’t hurt anyone though.”

“But he will!” Her voice was getting louder and louder, almost yelling at me. “You need to understand that werewolves are dangerous and need to be put down.”

I was silent for what felt like hours, both Kate and Derek looking at me, waiting for my answer. “Ok.” I sighed. “You want me to kill him, fine. But I don’t want you breathing down my neck telling me I’m doing something wrong. Go wait in the car.” I had to convince her that I would go through with it. My fingers trailed over the black handgun sitting beside the machine on the table, slightly trembling. “Please, just let me do this my way.”

A proud smile covered her face as my eyes dropped to the ground. “Alright! I knew you were my favorite niece for a reason.” She clapped her hands together. “I’ll see you outside in twenty minutes.” Kate turned and walked out of the house. I didn’t move until I heard the car door shut behind her, then I moved quickly up to Derek’s side.

“Derek?” I placed my hands on his cheeks, turning his face to look at me. “Look at me, please.”

“Why? You wanna look into my eyes as you kill me? I knew it wasn’t real.” The pain in his words broke my heart.

My eyes filled with tears and I held onto his cheeks just a bit tighter. “Derek, I am nothing like my aunt. She is crazy and thinks anything supernatural should be killed. I can’t do that. I could never do that, especially not to you. I sent her out so I could get you free, so I could save you.” My hands smoothed down his sweaty hair. “Please, Derek, you gotta believe me. I could never hurt you.”

“You do this, and it’s not just Kate that will come after you. It’s all her hunter friends, your mom and dad, maybe even your sister someday. You’re ok with that?” His eyes locked on mine, listening to my heart for a change in pace.

“For you?” I smiled softly, resting my head against his. “Anything.” He leaned forward, pressing a searing kiss to my lips before I pulled away. “You see a key?”

He rolled his eyes. “Move.” I listened to his order, stepping back, and watching his movements carefully. Derek planted his feet, balled his hands into fists, and threw his arms forward, snapping the metal cuffs off his wrists and tearing the black bandage from his side. “Now let’s get out of here.”

“Just a second.” My feet carried me up in front of him, my hands resting around his neck as I pulled him down for another kiss. His arms came to wrap around me, pulling me closer to his chest for a moment before leaning back and taking my hand in his. “You scared the hell out of me.”

A car door slammed outside the old Hale house. “We need to go.”

@thetallassgirl

#derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale imagine #derek hale one shot #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #argent!reader

[babygirl-diaz]

All About Us

"Hey! I was working on something!" Eddie protested when Buck removed the laptop from his lap and put it on the coffee table. Instead of saying anything, Buck climbed onto the sofa and lay his head down on Eddie's lap, He took Eddie's hand and put it on his head.

"Aw, does my golden retriever want head scratches?" Eddie teased.

"Mhmm," Buck hummed and nuzzled Eddie's thigh, making him giggle.

"Stop!" Eddie whined, feeling ticklish. "Or no head scratches for you."

Buck let out a low whine from his throat like an actual puppy and turned his head to look up at Eddie with his pleading big blue eyes.

"You're lucky you're cute," Eddie sighed, defeated, and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

He started running his fingers through Buck's hair before scratching the scalp. He picked up the TV remote and turned it on, keeping the volume low as he continued to let his blunt fingernails gently drag across Buck's scalp.

Buck made happy noises like the tattooed golden retriever he was and Eddie is pretty sure he even saw him rubbing his feet together. If Buck had a tail, it would probably wag right now.

It wasn't long before soft snores filled the living room and leaned down, kissing the top of his head again.

The front door opened and Eddie looked up to find Tommy entering the house and throwing his keys into the key bowl. Eddie's other boyfriend smiled as he approached them. "Is he sleeping?" Tommy whispered, taking a seat beside Eddie.

"Yeah, he is," Eddie replied but didn't stop scratching Buck's head.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Tommy whispered like he didn't already know the answer.

"Wanted to wait up for you," Eddie told him and lay his head down on Tommy's shoulder.

Eddie felt a gentle kiss on his temple and smiled. "How was your day?"

"Boring," Tommy replied.

"Liar," Eddie chuckled and looked up at Tommy, meeting him halfway for a kiss.

"Okay, fine, so maybe I had an amazing day, but I don't want you to feel bad," Tommy pouted at him.

"Hey, just because I am a dispatcher now, doesn't mean my days aren't amazing," Eddie huffed.

"Sorry, babygirl, I didn't mean it like that." Tommy kissed his cheek and the way he always said "babygirl" made Eddie's heart explode.

He was about to reply when a cry came from the nursery, making Eddie sigh. "Duty calls."

"I got this, you've been taking care of Lily all day," Tommy said and started to get up when Eddie stopped him with a hand on his thigh.

"You must be tired, babe. I got it. You make sure he doesn't wake up too," Eddie said pointing at Buck.

He gently lifted Buck off of himself and slid out, letting Tommy take his place.

Eddie went to the nursery and picked up their crying 6-month-old, holding her close to his chest as he tried to calm her down.

"Dad?"

Eddie turned around to find Chris standing at the doorway, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong, kiddo?"

"Is Lily okay?" The 16-year-old asked, concern lacing his voice.

"She's fine," Eddie gave him a fond smile as he put a now-sleeping Lily back in her crib. "Probably had a bad dream or something."

"Do babies dream?" Chris asked, frowning

"I guess they do," Eddie shrugged.

"I don't want Lily to have bad dreams," Chris replied and made his way over to them. He looked down at Lily and then back at Eddie. "Not like the rest of us do."

"I know, kiddo, I don't either," Eddie replied and put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want you to have bad dreams either."

"I'm fine," Chris grumbled and shrugged off Eddie's hand.

Eddie tried not to take it personally. "Chris-"

But Chris left without saying a word.

Eddie sighed and went back to the living room where currently Buck and Tommy were curled up together on the couch, with Buck's arms protectively wrapped around Tommy as he held him close.

"You two look cozy," Eddie teased, and he sat down on the floor in front of the couch.

"You okay?" Tommy asked and Eddie felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, but I don't think Chris is," Edde replied. "I don't know if he's having a rough time at school or he's going through a bad breakup but there is something off with him."

"Not trying to be dismissive here, babygirl, but Chris is a teenager. His problems are way beyond our comprehension," Buck told him.

"I know, but I wish we could talk, you know? Like we used to when he was a kid."

"That's the thing, though, he's not a kid anymore. No matter how much we all may hate it, he is growing up, and he needs his space," Tommy told him. "Now tell us, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Eddie asked looking over them.

Both Buck and Tommy looked equally concerned.

"Eddie, you gave up being a firefighter to take care of her," Buck pointed out. "Last time-"

"Last time was different," Eddie quickly assured him. "I am not gonna have another breakdown, trust me. Besides, I like spending time with our little girl."

The sofa shifted behind him and soon Buck and Tommy were sitting on either side of him.

"But if it does get too much-" Tommy started to say

"I'll let you know," Eddie cut him off

Two pairs of arms wrapped around Eddie, and Eddie let out a breath, letting them just hold him.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #buddie #bucktommy #teddie #bucktommyeddie #911 abc #fanfiction #drabble

[yoongikapi]

meeting at a cafe || NJ/SJ/YG || oneshot

fluff

masterlist

NOT PROOFREAD! found this in my drafts from like over a year ago, figured i’d post. lmk if you want the other members!

namjoon:

your laptop notified you for the second time, reminding you to find an outlet soon. you broke your gaze away from your screen after what seemed like days, frantically searching for an outlet around the crowded coffee shop. you lit up when you noticed an outlet at the nearby corner table; gathering your stuff you began to walk over but hesitated when you noticed someone was already sitting over there. you did notice however, they weren’t using the outlet but sat across from it. your heart quickened when your laptop flashed its final warning to be charged and you rushed over to the outlet across from the stranger. you quickly plugged it in and were instantly relieved that you weren’t gonna lose your work. you looked up to the stranger and were met with the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. although he flashed a confused look, you felt your face heat up as you stared back at the attractive stranger.

“im sorry, i really needed to charge my laptop, do you mind if i leave it here for a while? i’ll just go sit back over there.” you frantically said, instantly realizing how rude this must have seemed. he shook his head back, his confused look from earlier had disappeared. “not at all, i dont mind if you stay either.” he flashed you a friendly smile and you suddenly realized you’d rather stay too. you smiled back and thanked him, quietly sitting across from him and opened your textbooks back up. you wanted to talk to him some more but didnt want to bother him, and so you tried to focus back on your work. it seemed so obvious yet unspoken that he was feeling the same, but it still remained quiet on both ends. after getting some work done you quietly (yet slowly) packed your bags. you thanked him again and headed off but didnt get very far when he caught up to you.

“i just wanted to let you know that i didnt mind you being around at all. this is for you” he said, handing you a small, folded up piece of paper. “i hope to see you again” he smiled one last time and rushed back into the cafe. you almost dropped the unfolded paper in shock. blushing heavily, you quickly added his contact information into your phone, smiling at the thought of seeing him again.

<3

jin:

you walked in your favorite cafe for the third time this week and dashed straight up in line. you had been here so much since it opened that you didnt need to look at the menu anymore, you already had your favorites picked out. as you waited for the person in front of you to order, you noticed the one barista who stood out to you was working today. you smiled and wondered what crazy thing he’d write on your mug today. as you put your order in you noticed him turn and look at you, almost as if he had your order memorized as well. he smiled when he saw you and you noticed, smiling back. he turned and began making your order as you headed over to your favorite spot in the shop. you stopped working when you heard your name being called. looking up and realizing it was him, you jumped up to grab your order, secretly liking the way he said your name.

“just the way you like it” he smiled, handing you the hot beverage. you thanked him and made your way back to your table. taking your seat, you immediately began to search for his usual writing spot on your mug but was interrupted by a call. it was your boss asking you to come in and help with some work, to which you quickly agreed and began packing up your bags. you had forgotten all about the writing on the mug until you got to your office at work.

‘been thinking about you a latte’ it read and you laughed. making a mental note to think of a cheesy pickup line back for the next time you saw him.

<3

(i’m sorry but jin is the king of dad jokes)

yoongi:

after placing your coffee order you went and sat in a chair in the corner of the store, deciding to pass the time by sitting on your phone. a couple of names were called and then yours, so you made your way to the pickup counter but was confused when you didnt see your coffee. you stood around for a second, thinking maybe they hadn’t quite finished it yet, but realized this wasn’t the case when they continued calling out other customers names. you nervously asked the barista if they were still working on yours and gave them your name again. you grew even more confused when they told you yours was finished and put out already. no way someone stole my coffee. it was the only logical thing that could’ve happened to it. upset but in a bit of a rush, you began heading out of the store when you heard someone else in the store say your name. you turned and saw a confused man looking around but his eyes met yours when you tuned. he said it again and you nodded in confusion until you saw him hold up what looked like your coffee. your face lit up as you headed over to him.

“im sorry i grabbed your coffee in a rush thinking it was mine.” he quickly apologized, but instead of handing it to you he took it back over to the baristas. he walked back over to you empty handed; “i had a couple of sips before i realized it wasn’t mine, im having them make you a new one.” he explained. you told him he didnt need to do that, but you appreciated it. you noticed he had a bunch of other coffees with him and decided to ask him about it to make conversation while you waited. he explained to you that he was starting a new internship and wanted to make a good first impression. you smiled when he told you which company he’d be working at; it was yours. you explained with a smile on your face that you also worked there and wouldn’t mind walking with him to work. and so when the rest of his coffees were done, you helped him carry some to work and laughed at the thought of him doing it himself.

<3

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Woman in White

(A/N: I am only gonna do the first 5 seasons of this show. I think I'd go insane if I did all 15 seasons lol. But, I do hope you guys enjoy my new fan fiction series.)

Masterlist of all of my stories / Next Chapter

"Dad, please!"

"I'm sorry, sweetie. But unfortunately, cancer is a monster you can't beat."

"C'mon, there's gotta be something!"

"You heard the Doctor..."

"The hell with what the Doctor said! I-I-I...I just...I can't do this on my own!"

"(y/n), honey, you are more than capable of doing the hunting buisness on your own than anyone I've ever known. And you know our contacts if you need any help."

"D-Dad..."

"It's okay, honey. I believe in you. I love you, sweetie, and don't you forget it."

"I love you too, Daddy. And I'll do my best. Say hi to mom for me." 

"I will..."

I sit up in my hotel bed then placed my hands over my face. I take a few deep breathes as I try to fight back the tears. That memory keeps coming back into my dreams. My dad's last day on this Earth, which happened just last year.

I let out a long sigh then brought my arms down and placed them on my knees, which was pulled up to me. I run my hand through my hair as I replay the memories of my father over and over in my head. I don't really have many memories of my mother as she died when I was very young. Dad told me that a demon had killed my mother.

That's right, a demon. 

I found out at a young age that demons, ghosts, monsters, they all exist!

Dad told me that these groups of people called the hunters are the ones that take care of those monsters. He also told me that he was one of them and he was one of the best. But the moment he met my mother, he decided to retire and settle down and then they had me.

But the peace didn't last long as a demon killed my mom by pinning her up to the ceiling and setting her on fire. My dad tried to save her as quickly as he could but the demon left. So then on, he decided to get out of retirement then started to train me once I was old enough.

I sighed once again when I heard something shift next to me, I look over and see a naked man sleeping next to me. I stare at him for a moment, kinda confused, but then I remembered that I went to a bar and started drinking, celebrating a successful hunt. 

Then this guy started chatting me up and we talked and drank until I took him back to this hotel and we ended up sleeping together. From what I can remember, he wasn't bad but...I've had better to be honest.

He stirred a bit in bed but doesn't wake up. I smirk a bit before I get out of bed and pick up my discarded clothes on the floor next to the bed.

After getting dressed, I grab my clothes bag and head out of the hotel room. I walk towards my dad's motorcycle, climb on it then turn it on and drive off.

*****

I, eventually, stopped at a diner and began to eat breakfast while also looking through the internet on my laptop. I skimmed through some articles when one catches my eye, it was an article about a missing person in Jericho, California. This young boy, Troy, disappeared on a bridge the night before and, as I continue my research, it turns out there's been other missing men that disappear around that bridge in the span of twenty years.

"Hmmm, interesting." I muttered as I sip my drink. I shut my laptop then finish my breakfast. I go and pay for it then get on my bike and head for Jericho.

Once I arrived, I get off of the bike and look down at my outfit, which was a white button up shirt, black pants and a black blazer. When you impersonate a person of the law, you've got to look the part. I grab the badge and put it in my pocket as I make my way to the bridge while I see some officers looking around the bridge.

"You guys find anything?" An officer shouts as he leans over the railings, looking down. "No! Nothing!" A voice shouts back at him as I walk up to the officer. "Hello Deputy." I greet as I walk up to him. "Hello, Miss...?" He started to ask as we go and shake hands. "Cooper. Agent Cooper." I said as I show him my badge.

"Deputy Jaffe. You look a bit young to be a marshal." He said and I chuckled. "Yeah, I hear that alot." I said and he nods at me. "Well, Agent Cooper, I appreciate you coming but...I think we've got this..." Jaffe started to say as he turns to the car in the middle of the bridge.

"Well, it's just I've done a little research and noticed that you had similar cases like this in the past twenty years. My boss found this very interesting and sent me here." I said and the deputy looks at me as another officer was looking through the car. "Yeah, we..." Jaffe started to say when the other officer comes up to him.

"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean." The second officer said when we heard someone arguing. "No citizens beyond this point." An officer said and I look over to see an officer arguing with two young men, one was really tall man with a little bit longer hair than the shorter man. 

I smiled as I recognized the two men as they argue with the officer. "Don't worry, sir. We're here for buisness." The shorter man said as he holds up his badge. "We've already got one of you here." The officer said and the men look a bit confused.

"They're with me!" I said as I walk up to them. The two young men look over at me and I could see a flash of recognition on their faces. "Bout time you two." I said to them. "Well...you know, traffic..." the shorter man said, smirking, and I shake my head but chuckle.

"They're federal marshals?" Jaffe asked me, shocked and confused. "Yes, they're rookies. I'm training them." I replied and he nods then he let's the boys through as the two of them look over at me, I smile and nod at them.

These two men were the Winchester brothers, Sam and Dean. I've known these two since I was a kid, their dad, John Winchester, and my dad were good friends and they took on some hunting jobs together. Before I was trained to be hunter, my dad would leave me with Sam and Dean while he and John went out to do some jobs.

Sam and I had similar interest in stuff and we got along pretty well. Dean, Sam's older brother, would always tease us and say we would end up together but Sam and I already had that discussion and both of us agreed that our feelings were just of that as a friend. Heck, Sam used to tell me that I was like a sister to him and I told him he was like a brother to me.

No, Sam wasn't the one I liked, in that way...it was actually Dean who I really liked. And, honestly, I still do like him. It didn't help that Dean was very good-looking but he had this persona of a bad boy. You know the ones, the ones you couldn't bring home to your parents. He also flirted with every girl he'd meet. I swear when our dads would go off on jobs and we had to go to a school together, Sam and I would take bets on which girl Dean would pick and how long it would take him to get with her.

The loser usually bought the winner either a soda or an ice cream with the little money we had. 

And if you're wondering who won the most, it was Sam. 

"I know my brother." is what Sam told me once when I asked how he was almost always winning our bets. 

But, yeah, Dean had all the girls fawning for him and I happened to be one of them. I was a bit shy and nervous when I first met him and he would kinda tease me. But then as I got older and more confident, I was able to tease him back which took him by surprise. 

And no, I never kissed or slept with Dean. I'm probably one of, if not the only, girl that has been a part of his life that hasn't slept with him. Shocking, I know but the moment just never came up. Sure, we flirted back and forth as we got older but I guess I wanted to play hard to get with him, just to make him go crazy and see if he was really into me.

But it's been a few years since I've seen them and the last I heard, Sam left the hunting buisness and went to college. I remember dad telling me that after he got a phone call from John. But I guess something must've happened for Sam to come back to the hunting buisness.

"You did have another one just like this, correct?" Dean asked Jaffe as we go back to the middle of the bridge, pulling me out of my memories. "Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road. There've been others before that." Jaffe replied.

"So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam asked him and the officer nods. "Town like this, everybody knows everybody." Jaffe said while Dean circles the car, looking around.

"Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" I asked Jaffe. "No. Not so far as we can tell." Jaffe replied.

"So what's the theory?" Sam asked after he looks at me and I give a slight nod to him.

"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" Jaffe said, shrugging, as Sam goes over to Dean.

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean said. I whipped my head towards him and glared while Sam stomps on Dean's foot.

Dean holds in his scream of pain while I turn to Jaffe. "Thank you for your time." I said and I turn to the boys and jerk my heard towards our vehicles. They began to follow me. "Gentlemen." Sam said to the officers and we walked away.

As we put some distance between us and the officers, I turned to the boys. "Well, well, well, Sam and Dean Winchester. What are you boys doing here?" I asked them. Sam was about to answer when Dean goes and smacks him on the back of the head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Sam asked Dean. "Why'd you have to step on my foot?" Dean asked him, angrily. "Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" Sam asked Dean, just as angry, and I shake my head.

"Come on. They don't really know what's going on." Dean said as I scoff.

"Oh, how I missed you boys." I said as I look at them.

"Anyway, it's good to see you, (y/n)." Sam said. "Good to see you, Sam." I said as I give him a quick hug then I look over at Dean, who had a small smile on his lips. "It's nice to see you too, Dean." I said as I pull away from the hug. "It's been awhile." He said and I smirk. "Yes, it has." I said then I look between them.

"So...what are you guys doing here? Last I heard, you went to college, Sam." I said. "We'll explain later but thanks for covering for us back there." Sam said. "No problem, we've got to have each others back." I said then I see a couple of FBI agents coming up to us.

"Can I help you three?" One of the agents asked as Dean turns to them. "No, sir, we were just leaving." Dean said. As the agents walk past us, Dean nods at each of them. "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully." He said and we walk past them and head off.

"Still driving around in that Impala, I see." I said as we walk up to their beautiful black Impala. "Yep. You still driving that Harley Davidson?" Dean asked me and I smiled. "Of course, it is Dad's last gift to me." I said as I stand in front of Dean.

"It's a helluva bike." He said and I smirked.

"Yeah, it is. Just like your car." I said as I pat the hood of the Impala.

"So, you wanna follow us?" Dean asked me. I nodded and Dean gives me a smile. "I'll see you guys in a few." I said as I walk away and head to my bike. Once I get on and get my keys out, the boys' car comes up next to me. I start my bike then Dean drives ahead and I began to follow them.

*****

Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger.

I can never go home...

I furrow my brow at this once Dean stops the recording of John's last voicemail to him after we parked our vehicles in a parking lot in the city. But that EVP of this female voice was very creepy and weird. "Never go home." I muttered, confused.

Apparently, John was out on a hunt, following this story of these men disappearing on this bridge, and has been missing for a few weeks so Dean came to Sam for help. 

"Yeah, that's what we're trying to figure out." Sam said. "And you guys think this...ghost...woman... is involved with your dad's disappearance and these other disappearances?" I asked and the boys nod then I let out a sigh. "All right, so...what's next boys?" I asked them and they look at me like I'm crazy.

"What?" I said, confused. "You want to help us?" Dean asked me and I smirked. "Well, yeah. I was about to investigate this case on my own but...the more the merrier. That is...if you guys want me to help." I said.

"No, no, no, that's fine! Like you said, the more the merrier." Sam said as Dean shrugs but smirks.

"Okay then...so where should we start?" I asked.

*****

"I'll bet you that's her." Dean said as we see a young woman putting up missing posters on the wall. "Yeah." Sam and I said as we walk up to the girl. "You must be Amy." I said and she looks up at us.

"Yeah." She said, hesitantly, as she looks us over. "Yeah, Troy told us about you. We're his uncles and aunt. I'm Dean, this is Sammy and this is (y/n)." Dean introduced.

"He never mentioned you to me." Amy said and she begins to walk away but we walk with her. "Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto." I, quickly, explained.

"So, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." Sam said to her as another woman comes up to Amy and puts a hand on Amy's arm.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked Amy.

"Yeah." Amy said to her.

"You mind if we ask you a couple questions?" I asked them and they look between us.

Later, the five of us were sitting in a booth of a diner, Dean, Sam and I sit opposite of Amy and her friend, Rachel. "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did." Amy replied. "He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked her and she shakes her head. "No. Nothing I can remember." She replied. 

Then I noticed Amy's necklace, which was a pentagram inside of a circle. "I like your necklace." I said as I point at it. She looks down then holds the pendant and smiles. "Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff." She laughs. I chuckle a bit and I could feel the boys staring at me.

"Actually, it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil. Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." I informed. "Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." Dean remarks and I rolled my eyes at him as he takes his arm off the back of my seat and leans forward.

"Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." Dean said then the girls look at each other, an uneasy look washed over their faces.

"What is it?" Dean asked them.

"Well, it's just..." Rachel stammers as she looks back at us. "I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." She said.

"What do they talk about?" Dean, Sam and I asked in unison, then the three of us look at each other before looking back to the girls. "It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago." Rachel said as we watch her, attentively.

"Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever." Rachel said and the boys and I look at each other.

Later, we were in the library and Sam and I sit on either side of Dean as he opens up a web browser on the computer. He types Female Murder Hitchhiking into the search box then clicks go. The screen tells him there are (0) Result. Dean replaces Hitchhiking with Centennial Highway with the same response. 

"Let me try." Sam said as he reaches over to the computer but Dean smacks his hand. "I got it." Dean said to him but then Sam shoves Dean's chair out of the way and takes over. "Dude!" Dean exclaims as he hits Sam in the shoulder.

"Okay, children! That's enough." I said as Sam gets ready to type while Dean glares at his brother. "You're such a control freak." Dean grumbles at his brother.

"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam asked us. "Yeah." Dean and I said. "Well, maybe it's not murder." Sam said and he replaces Murder with Suicide and finds an article entitled Suicide on Centennial.

"Good job, Sam." I praised and patted his shoulder. Meanwhile, Dean glances at Sam as he opens the article, dated April 25, 1981.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." Sam said as he points at the screen where the picture of Constance is displayed.

"Does it say why she did it?" I asked.

"Yeah." Sam replied.

"What?" Dean and I asked as Sam continues.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die." He said and my jaw drops a bit while Dean raises his eyebrows.

"Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch." Sam reads as he scrolls down then a picture of the bridge appears.

"The bridge look familiar to you guys?" Dean asked and Sam and I nodded.

****

That night, we walk along the bridge, then stop to lean on the railing and look down at the river. "So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said as we look down. "That's a nice way of putting it." I said to him.

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked Dean.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean said as I walk along the bridge and try to concentrate on the job as they argue with each other.

I just half listen to what they say as I feel like it's not my place being a part of this.

"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—" Sam said, slightly, annoyed as I pull out my flashlight and skim it across the lake below. "Monday. Right. The interview." Dean said.

"Yeah." Sam said and I look over at them.

"For college?" I asked Sam and he nods. "Congratulations, Sam!" I said. "Thanks, (y/n). At least someone appreciates my decision to go to college." Sam said as he glares at Dean

"You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean asked him. "Maybe. Why not?" Sam said.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Dean asked him as Sam steps closer.

"No, and she's not ever going to know." Sam said. "Well, that's healthy." Dean grumbles and Sam clenches his jaw.

"You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are." Dean said as he turns around and keeps walking, Sam and I follow him.

"And who's that?" Sam asked as I was on Dean's right side and Sam was on his left. "You're one of us." Dean said as he gestures between me and him and Sam hurries in front of us.

"No. I'm not like you guys. This is not going to be my life." Sam said then he turns to me. "No offense, (y/n)." He said and I shrug. "None taken. I don't blame you, Sam." I said and Dean looks over at me.

"Are you kidding me? You're on his side?" He asked me, clearly annoyed and angry. "I'm saying it's his life, Dean! He doesn't have to follow this if he doesn't want to." I said, exasperated. "Honestly, if I could, I would go to school as well..." I said and Dean rolls his eyes. 

"Oh, you gotta be freakin' kidding me." He grumbles as he turns away. "But unfortunately I'm way in too deep with this job and this life. There's still time for Sam..." I said until Dean turns to me. "He has a responsibility to—" He started to say but Sam talks over to him.

"To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like." Sam shouts and we look over at him. 

I frown at this as Sam continues, mainly cause I know how that feels. I don't remember what my mom looks like, but dad did have a picture of the three of us when I was a baby. "And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back." 

Dean grabs Sam by the collar and shoves him up against the railing of the bridge, which made me jump. "Dean!" I said, fearfully, as I walk up next to them while Dean glares at his younger brother.

"Don't talk about her like that." Dean threatened then he releases Sam and walks away. "You okay?" I asked Sam. "Yeah, I'm fine." Sam said when Dean calls out to us.

"Sam. (Y/n)."

We come to stand next to Dean and see Constance standing on the edge of the bridge. She looks over at us, then steps forward off the edge. We run to the railing and look over to see she had disappeared. "Where'd she go?" I asked. "I don't know." Sam said as Dean shrugs and shakes his head.

Behind us, the Impala's engine starts and its headlights come on. The three of us turn to look. "What the—" Dean said, shocked and angry. "Who's driving your car?" I asked him. Dean pulls the keys out of his pocket and jingles them. My eyes widen as the car jerks into motion, heading straight for us. We turn and run. "Go! Go!" Sam yells at us.

The car begins moving faster than we were; when it gets too close, we dive over the railing. Unfortunately, I didn't grab onto the edge quick enough and fell into the water below. Once I fell into the water, I blacked out for a moment as the water felt like it was replace with concrete.

As I started to come back to reality, I felt a pair of strong hands grab me then I felt my head hit the surface of the water. 

I cough then look next to me and see that Dean was the one that grabbed me and helped me out. "Thanks." I said, before I started to cough. "Don't mention it." He said.

"Dean? (Y/n)? Guys!" Sam's voice calls out and I look up and see that he had grabbed onto the ledge of the bridge and was looking down at us.

"What?" We shouted at him.

"Hey! Are you guys all right?" Sam asked us. Dean holds up one hand in an A-OK sign while I nodded and gave the thumbs up sign, which made me realize that my arm was covered in mud. Grrreeeaaattt...I thought, annoyed.

"I'm super." Dean calls out to him. "Just fantastic!" I said as Sam laughs, relieved, and scoots away from the edge.

****

After getting back on the bridge and looking over the Impala, Dean shuts the hood of his car and leans on it. "Your car all right?" Sam asked him. "Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" Dean exclaims and I chuckled as I stand next to him and lean against the spot next to him.

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure." I said and Dean gives a curt nod.

"So where's the job go from here, genius?" Sam asked Dean as he settles on the hood on Dean's other side.

Dean throws up his arms in frustration, then flicks mud off his hands while I shake my head and try to get it out of my hair.

Sam sniffs, then looks at us. "You guys smell like a toilet." He remarks as Dean and I look down at ourselves. I sighed, annoyed, then the boys head into their car while I go over to my bike and we take off.

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Hey! It's me again, I'm not sure if you still write for bayverse but if you do can you please do something (headcannons or actual fics, whatever you want) about either just dad! Optimus or the autobots finding the reader asleep on their work table or just finding out the reader hasn't slept enough in a few days. Thanks in advance! It can be any gender you want.

Pair : Bayverse!dad!Optimus Prime x gn!reader

Summary : School was really hard on you these days and with the winter exams coming you were trying to keep up with all your homework . You were experiencing insomnia and tried to keep it as secret as possible , until your dad found you dead asleep in your desk.

Tw : just the shitty education system , insomnia , but in general fluff at the end .

Words : 4k

Edit : I know that this is short and it's maybe not as good as you would want it to be , but I'm having a really bad writer's block and a lot of things have been happening lately . Anyways I hope you liked it and again thatn you always for you love and support .

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It was currently 02:34 a.m. and Optimus was searching for you in the whole entire base .

He was starting to get worried after Rachet told him that he hasn't seen you in the past couple of days .

The Autobots had a lot of things that they were dealing with and Optimus was trying to keep up .

The young ones were not cooperative at all and Rachet and Ironhide were starting to get tired of dealing with them .

Optimus was feeling disappointed at himself for not spending more time with you and he knew that at this time of the year every student was trying the hardest .

After a few minutes he finally found you .

Dead asleep on your desk , laptop open with your homework , paperwork all over the place , a black pen on your right hand , your mouth slightly open with salive drooling .

He smiled at your image but at the same time , he felt so bad .

Awful .

He cursed the education system and immediately cursed at himself .

He was feeling guilty .

" Y/N wake up , it's not good for you too sleep like this . " He said to you while slightly tapping at your shoulder .

You slowly woke up from your slumber feeling too tired an unable to do anything .

" Thanks for waking me up . I need to finish this real quick and then I'll head of to bed . You should go and rest too . I'm fine . " You replied , but you were not getting out of this situation that easily .

" If you don't go to bed immediately I will pick you up myself " He said back to you and with that you stood up going to your bedroom , with your dad following you close .

" I will finish the homework for you , but you need to go and get some rest . Sleep . The exams will finish tomorrow , but you need strength for that . So go now , get some rest . " He said while turning his back to you , ready to leave .

" Dad ? Thanks . Thanks for being supportive . Goodnight . " You said to him .

" I love you and stop being so hard on yourself . " He said to you last and with that he left .

You said a quiet I love you dad back and closed your door .

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Optimus was right .

Sleep was all you needed .

You finished your last exam feeling finally relaxed and relieved .

" Dad thanks again . I got an B+ on math thanks to you . " You said to him while sitting at the base .

" It's my pleasure Y/N , just remember that that you don't have to be so hard on yourself and everything will be just fine . "

You discussed about many different things , until the other Autobots came to sit with you .

" Hey Ironhide I got a B+ on math thanks to dad . " You said happily to the old bot .

" Are you serious right now ? " Ironhide asked making you fell bad .

" Optimus are you stupid ? A B+ ? " Ironhide said to your dad making all the other bots laugh .

" It was Y/N that wrote exam . Not me . I just helped . " Your father answered making all the bots laugh again .

Let's just say that everybody had a great time .

You were looking at everyone being grateful for all your friends , but more grateful for Optimus .

More grateful for you dad .

And you thought I love you dad .

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@imachaoticghost

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As A Thank You

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 765

Summary: Victoria buys Ethan some special presents

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

The laptop balanced perfectly on Victoria’s very large belly as she looked on multiple tabs. She had been thinking about this for a while and had decided to do it.

Ethan had been so supportive and loving since they found out Victoria was pregnant. And they were even more excited when they discovered it was twins. Victoria wanted to buy him something as a thank you over the last nine months.

She thought about the things he liked and what he would appreciate, Ethan had become more sentimental since being with Victoria and was much more romantic.

The first thing that came to her mind was a bottle of scotch. Victoria found a website that personalised bottles and she thought it would be a great gift for Ethan. He could keep the bottle afterwards as a reminder. Victoria had added the gift to her basket, a big smile on her face.

“What’s made you so happy?” Ethan said walking into the living room.

“I’m allowed to be happy. We’re expecting not one but two babies.” Victoria laughed.

“Some would say that would terrify them.” Ethan sat down beside her.

“It would to anyone I think. But then it’s replaced with excitement.”

Ethan rested his head against Victoria’s stomach as she quickly shut the laptop and placed it beside her. Victoria loved it when his eyes lit up every time the babies kicked. He couldn’t wait to become a Dad.

“I laid out my paternity leave decision today. And it’s been approved.” Ethan said.

“That’s great! So you’ll be with us till January?” Victoria smiled.

Ethan sat up and put an arm round Victoria. “I will. And there are strict rules not to contact me unless the hospital is on fire.”

“That’s a good one. Hopefully Leland listens.” Victoria replied.

“Something tells me he won’t. So if he calls me at any point for any matter that does not require my input, I shall not hold back on my words.” Ethan said.

“I look forward to hearing you down the phone.” Victoria grinned.

“Hopefully I won’t have to.”

“You’re Ethan Ramsey. Everyone wants you for something. Trivial or not.” Victoria shrugged.

“Well for the next few months they’re not going to get me. The only people that will get my attention are my wife and two children.”

“That’s the right answer.”

Victoria placed the items in a bag with a smile on her face. She couldn’t wait to see Ethan’s face when she showed him the items she has bought for him.

She headed down the stairs, stopping in front of the doorway to the living room, watching Ethan stare at their twins with adoration.

“It gets better the longer you stare at them.” Victoria smiled sitting down beside Ethan.

“I don’t ever want to take my eyes off them.” Ethan said.

“I feel the same. I have something for you.” Victoria placed the bag on her lap.

“I think it’s meant to be me that’s spoiling you instead of the other way round.” Ethan chuckled.

“I know but I wanted to spoil you. I think you deserve to be treated as well.” Victoria said.

“I won’t argue with that.” Ethan reached inside the bag. He pulled out the bottle of scotch, an eyebrow raised. “Very original.”

“It was the first thing I thought of.” Victoria laughed. “You’re too easy like that.”

Ethan pulled out a two items wrapped in pink and blue tissue paper. He tore the paper off. Underneath were photo frames of Ethan holding the twins. Victoria could see small tears in his eyes as he ran a gentle thumb over the photos.

“When were these taken?” Ethan asked.

“I took them over the last few days. I sent them to Sarah who edited them to make them look professional. She said she would do some more for us if we wanted.” Victoria replied.

“That sounds like a good idea. We can never have too many photos. And this.” Ethan picked up the bottle of scotch. “Is going somewhere safe.”

Victoria picked up the photo frames and placed them on the mantelpiece. She smiled at the love that radiated from the photos.

Ethan wrapped his arms around Victoria. “We’ll have many more to put there over the years. Thank you for those presents.”

“You’re welcome. I love our new life.” Victoria smiled.

“Me too.”

Victoria was glad Ethan liked the presents. He deserved to be spoilt for all the help and support he had given Victoria over the last few months.

She couldn’t wait to spoil him for the rest of his life.

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Can I request an Ayano comfort fic 🥹

Btw you can do whatever plot as long as it's comfort cause I'm in dire need of it rn

OC: Shimizu Family X Reader:-

. Ayano Shimizu X Reader

⋒ Summary: Ayano realized you're burnt out, what do you wanna do to feel comfort? Maybe the Shimizu family can help....

⋒ Comfort, fluff, scenario || Established relationship || warnings: annoying, wet but cute siblings...|| normal version of OC

⋒ Author's note: I tried hard in writing this, hopefully you'll like, it's bad...Kind of a Shimizu family thing...

Love and weather...

the sounds of the rain pattering quietly and the coldness of it only made Ayano shiver more as he pushed up his glasses and stirred the large pot of chai with Izumi by his side, hr light blue hair tied up as to not fall into the chai and ruin it.

"Well, I suspect you can handle, right Zumi??" Ayano asked smiling as he picked Izumi up and placed her on the counter.

"Uh..Yeah! I can do it! I'll try not to get distracted..." Izumi nodded her head and took the large spoon and stirred the tea gently "Zum, check the chai and turn the stove off when it's done, okay?"

Izumi nodded her head and waved goodbye to Ayano who left for his room immediately as he walked up the stairs and walked the halls and opened the door to his room to find you sitting on the bed which was covered with papers, notes, sheets and tests and you on the laptop with a empty screen, confused Ayano stared with you at the screen for a while before asking,

"Are you not motivated??" He asked as you groaned slamming shut you laptop and putting aside before burying your face into the mattress and screaming in it as Ayano nodded his head before getting into bed and settling into the bed with you and pulling the blanket over you two which was warm as you had been in it.

"Yeah, i got it, I know darling....Now what happened??" Ayano asked pulling you with his strength onto his lap as he covered you both with blanket.

"HOW MANY FUCKING TESTS CAN THE PERSONAL TUTOR GIVE?!" You asked annoyed and about to beat someone up, but this comment made Ayano smile a bit as he said,

"I know, but don't you need to do well in this exam?" Ayano asked smiling as you argued back "Yeah, but the only thing I'm doing these days is worrying about how I'm gonna do other things when I literally have to give a test everyday and she even punishes me and belittles me for no fucking reason when I don't do my work! Stupid bitch!" This comment made the smile on Ayano's face drop as he removed his glasses and looked at you with love filled eyes

"Oh, did she, don't worry me and dad will talk with her...If you want I can have one of my siblings tutor you? Or we can have another tutor?? Will that stop you form being a sad, cutesy mush?" He asked as he poked your cheeks and kissed you

"Yeah, that will work, but you really don't need to do that!!" You didn't want him and his busy father to get out of their schedule for some stupid thing like talking with your tutor, but Ayano insisted and in the end you agreed.

As you both cleaned up Ayano's bed of the numerous amount of sheets and tests and notes and copies, Xinya knocked on the door before peeking his head in and asking with his handsome smile, "You want Chai??" Ayano nodded his head, it was getting colder now and the rain was very heavy, so you agreed as well, it was a nice way to warm up

Xinya handed you both tea cups before leaving as Osana bursted in with Hyuna and Izumi in her lead who excitedly asked, "DO YOU BOTH WANNA PLAY IN THE RAIN!?" Not only were Izumi and Hyuna breathless but also completely wet and the water dripping from their hair and clothing made the floors wet but seeing their excited face, neither Ayano nor, Osana or Xinya or you could yell at them, though the four of you were worried at the suggestion but suddenly Azuki also came running in yelling at Izumi and Hyuna

"Oi, YOU IDIOT YOU'RE MAKING EVERYTHING WET, IF YOU WANT TO TALK MAYBE DRY OFF A BIT FIRST!!" Azuki yelled at Izumi only mocked him and teased before Hyunizo entered as well and glared at Azuki, "Stop yelling at Hyuna and Izumi..." Hyunizo's deep voice also scared everyone in the room shitless, except Xinya who had a deeper voice and didn't care for the banter between his siblings unless somebody got hurt...

All while Ayano uninterestedly put away the notes and notebooks and prints and notes in a pile on his huge bedside table, while you enjoyed the banter while sipping your Chai and just as it was finished it seemed as though Hyunizo and Azuki were about get into a fight and Dejino, Dejiyo, Il-Seong, and Yuxing were also on the sidelines with you, Izumi, Hyuna and Ayano, enjoying the drama...

'HOW DID THEY GET IN AND HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THEM....' Was your first thought as the fight was about to commence, before Xinya yelled

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" This comment made everyone freeze up, even Ayano who stood up straight....As Hyunizo and Azuki were getting scolded, Izumi and Hyuna had somehow convinced you and Ayano to play with them in the rain.

As you four ran down to the manor's huge green grass garden, you saw Mrs. Shimizu and Mr. Shimizu, Xinyue, Liuxian, Osamu and a few of the servants in the rain as well, they were all laughing and annoying each other, you only looked at them and smiled brightly until someone pushed you into the rain, the cold water hit your head and back and it felt like cold ice bullets, you immediately ran back for cover as you shivered while Ayano only laughed at you.

You realized Ayano was the one who pushed but then a whip of dark red wrapped around Ayano's waist and tied him up before pulling him in the rain. Ayano screamed a high pitched scream as the rain pattered down on him, you looked at the person who held the whip; Izumi who was looking very proud as Miss.Kaiyo, Sir.Reo, Hyuna, Xinyue, Liuxian, Osamu and other servants laugh at this. You laughed along seeing Ayano now completely wet, chase Izumi around the garden and the two slipping not even two seconds into chasing each other before getting up and chasing again...

While you stayed under the cover as you raised your hand into the rain letting it get wet, as someone pat your shoulder you looked over to see Oshinyu, Oshinzu and Haoyu smiling and waving at you, the three were also like a tad bit too scared to get into the cold rain, but the as you took the courage to step onto the grass which had warm water on it, probably due to the hot sun and then the rain it received. You stayed in the rain for a bit before getting under the cover as Oshinyu giggled with you, Oshinyu took you hand in hers and you both ran into the rain.

You and her squealed and giggled loudly before your squealing calmed down into tiny and sweet laughter as the freezing cold rain turned into a bare-able temperature as you both calm down, laughing and smiling as the rain beat down, it was so fun!!

Soon everyone in the manor was in the rain playing around, mostly music blasting in the garden and you all vibing and having fun, Miss.Kaiyo and Mr.Reo were dancing together and so were you and Ayano!!!!

Soon it was getting dark and Miss. Kaiyo and Mr. Reo didn't want to risk anyone getting bitten by any insect which were coming out, so the servants got out, got towels, placed snacks and drinks for everyone, including the staff, while you all ate warm food, you and Ayano right beside each other, drying off your hair while on the sofa which was covered by towels as you all were still in wet clothes.

You look over at everyone; Hyuna and Hyunizo chatting and feeding each other, Ayako with Yuxing probably creating a prank, Osamu, Osana and Haoyu with Izumi on his lap, Il-Seong, Azuki, Liuxian and Oshinyu playing games on their phone together, Oshinuza letting Dejino and Dejiyo drink around 3 milliliters of his blood each (it was his turn), and Xinya chatting with Sir. Reo, Miss. Kaiyo was gossiping with the servants. Finally you got the chance to change and so you and Ayano quickly left, changed, dried your hairs and come back to the garden sofas, removing the wet towels from the garden sofas this time.

Oshinyu, Xinya, Xinyue, Osamu and Yuxing also changed were also there, a few servants their age were sitting with them and they all were eating and talking, Sir. Reo opened a barbeque and was cooking food on it, while talking with the older members of the staff, you and Ayano stayed on the sofa cuddling while you and a few of the Shimizu girls gossiped, as you ate the dinner.

You texted your parents you were staying over at their house, you beside Ayano who was talking with Xinya, Haoyu, Dejino and Hyunizo about who knows what....All you could do was smile in content, this day which started out as one of the most annoying and tiring ones ended up being such a sweet and fun one thanks to your boyfriend and his family...

They maybe the richest family to exist, rich enough to buy the whole Solar system if they wished, but they still managed to be so humble, kind and happy and together even though they are so busy with everything they, which other rich families and even regular familes can't have, you liked being a part of this family...You loved Ayano more the whole family though, don't tell Izumi and Ayako, they will get jealous that you don't love them more ;>

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32. Maybe there’s nothing after midnight that could make you stay

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Jet Black Heart - 5SOS

The next few days were spent between soft touches and shared kisses whenever they were alone. And Ethan did everything he could to make sure they would be alone often even if it meant him being late to his meetings. She was glowing and she felt like flying. She was smiling more often and seemed more relaxed, something everyone noticed. She also was less focused, always checking out her phone, resulting in a few mistakes in her calculation that made her look like a fool when a senior engineer from Ferrari pointed it out to her.

So when she found Ethan late wednesday evening, she told him that they should avoid texting when she needed to be one hundred percent focused on her tasks.

“You won’t prevent me from texting you. I won’t stop.”

“But I really need to focus and you are distracting me half of the time!” she whined.

“Oh, I’m distracting?” he asked, arching an eyebrow and forcing her to sit on the armchair before caging her, putting both of his hands on the armrests, his face a few inches of her.

“Very.” she replied in a breath, her eyes glued on his lips.

He let a little laugh escape before brushing her face with his lips, moving to her neck, biting it gently and making her gasped as his tongue was now easing the sweet pain he had caused her. Julia closed her eyes, giving up on a battle she knew wouldn’t win and let her hands tug at his hair as she tried to get him closer. Taking it as an invitation to keep going, Ethan proceeded to circle her waist to change position and he was now sitting on the comfy chair, Julia caged in his arms as his mouth was still trying to drive her crazy.

“Ethan…” she moaned, trying to move but failing as he just tightened his grip around her.

“Yes?”

“Let me go. I don’t have time, I have to call my mom to help her organize the vows renewal ceremony and I want to go over the Ferrari data before dinner…”

“It can wait. I’ve been alone all day, thinking about you. I need you, Joolsie.”

And when he started to play with her waistband, she knew she was screwed.

When he finally let go of her, the sun was setting and she had three missed calls from her mom and two from her dad. She was about to call her mom back when her dad’s name appeared on the screen. She quickly threw a blanket over her naked body and settled more comfortably in the bed before picking up the call.

“Dad?”

“Thank god you’re alive. Your mom is worried you were supposed to call her two hours ago.”

She bit her lower lip, feeling guilty as she felt skilled fingers tickling her sides, making her wiggle. She quickly looked at Ethan who had a mocking look on his face.

“Yeah, I’m sorry . I was distracted and I didn’t see the time flying. I’m going to call her right back.”

Ethan’s mouth was now back on her shoulder as he came closer to her, determined to bother her. She tried her best to move away but he didn’t let her, tightening his grip around her waist.

“Do I want to know?” her dad sighed .

“No, you don’t.” Julia quickly added.

“Good evening, Charles!” Ethan said right next to the phone, with a smile in his voice and Julia had to resist the urge to slap him.

Her dad stuttered on the other end of the line before quickly reminding her to call her mom and dropped the call. Julia shook her head in disapproval

“You are insufferable, sometimes.” she said.

“You love it. And you didn’t complain.” he shrugged, taking back his shirt.

She was about to come back with a snarky comment when he left her to go to the bathroom. She put her clothes back on before taking her laptop and sitting on the floor, browsing her emails to find the one she was searching for. It was a list of websites of places where her mom was thinking of holding the ceremony and the party. They were mostly in Italy and Julia’s attention was caught by a vineyard in Tuscany. She loved the pictures and saved them to talk about them more with her mom. When she finally finished looking at everything, she called Lyanna.

“How nice of you to finally call back…”

“I know, I’m sorry. I lost track of time but I’m here now.”

She heard her mom sighing but her annoyance was quickly replaced by excitement when she started to talk about how she envisioned the wedding. Julia told her that the vinery in Tuscany was amazing and her mom confessed that she was glad to hear it because it was her favorite location and she couldn’t wait to go visit it in person. They kept on discussing what her mom wants for the ceremony, Julia taking notes of it all before she ended up almost dropping her pen when her mom asked her if she wanted to be her maid of honor.

“Me? I… Why? I thought you would ask Lily or Kat or even Kika?”

“I want my daughter by my side. And I know your dad will ask Louis to be his best man. It makes sense. It’s not about just renewing our vows, Ju, it’s about the growth of our family and looking at all we’ve been through for the last twenty-five years. And you two are our most prized possessions. So, what are you saying?”

Julia opened and closed her mouth, feeling her eyes watered. She was touched beyond words.

“Of course. You don’t even have to ask. It’s an honor. Really.”

“You know the amount of work you are going to have, right?”

“It’s not as if I was particularly busy at the moment.” she shrugged.

It was true, she was simply looking over datas, writing a few notes here and there but she didn’t and legally couldn’t work on the car, so a new goal was exactly what she needed to feel useful.

“I’ll send you a few ideas I had for the dresses, if you’d like to look at them. And I started to make a board with my inspiration. I’m going to be really busy with the charity in the next few weeks and won’t have much time to do some research so if you could take it from there, I would appreciate it.”

“Why don’t you hire a wedding planner?” Julia asked as she was receiving new emails from her mom, each of them with a new task to look at.

“Because your dad and I want it to be one hundred percent us. And a wedding planner won’t be able to do that. I trust you, darling. And if you need anything, I’m only one text away. I have to go now. Good luck!”

When she hung up she looked at her screen, confused. She had now more than fifteen emails and she sighed as she started to open them one by one. Her eyes lingered a little while on the maid of honor and bridesmaids board. Her mom had selected three colors: gold, red and green for the dresses and a few design ideas. Julia’s eyes stopped on a satin spaghetti strap red dress. She immediately loved it and could picture herself in it easily. It was simple, elegant and would not take the attention away from her mom but still would make her stand out from the other bridesmaids.

“I love the gold one.” Ethan said , bending over her shoulder and pointing at the design on the screen.

It was a pretty dress, for sure. Strapless, stopping right above the knee, and she knew it would hug her frame perfectly.

“You should go with that option.” He added.

“I prefer the red one.”

“It’s pretty but I was thinking of wearing a light blue suit and I’m not sure the red would look good with it.”

“Well, maybe you can go with navy blue? It works well with red.”

“But, I don’t want to wear a dark color for a wedding.” Ethan argued.

“I really like the red one.”

“If you like it you can still buy it and wear it another time.”

Julia sighed. She didn’t want to fight over a stupid dress.

“Do you think I would still look pretty in gold?”

“You look pretty in anything.” he shrugged.

She bit her lips. If really Ethan preferred to see her in gold, then she would wear it. The other girls could keep the red. She circled the gold dress on the table, added the mention that she could picture it for her and closed the tab. Ethan was right, it was just a dress, she could buy it and wear it to another event. But still, it was a bittersweet feeling.

“Julia, you don’t like gold.” Romy said when Julia explained to her the situation.

“It’s not that I don’t like gold, it’s just a color I’m not used to.”

“Still, Ethan is overstepping. It’s your parents' wedding, you will be the maid of honor, you should wear whatever you want. ”

“I want to look good for him too. I want him to be proud to say that he is with me, not ashamed.” Julia confessed.

“He is acting like a stupid male alpha, Julia. First what you wear, then what it will be? Who you can be friends with? It’s not because you guys are together now that you have to act all submissive Julia… it’s not you. You’ve never hesitated to slap him before, do it again if he acts like a dick!”

As if fate had decided to have its way, Julia’s phone screen lit up revealing a text from Ethan asking her where she was. When Julia showed the text to her friend she sighed and rolled her eyes. Julia sent her an apologetic look before quickly texting Ethan back who was prompt to answer. A few minutes later, he walked in the bar, searching for Julia before spotting her and walking to Romy and her. He picked a chair and sat beside Julia, kissing her quickly before putting his hand on her knee, squeezing it.

“So what were you girls talking about?”

“You being an ass.” replied Romy, taking him aback.

“What did I do?”

“Telling Julia what you want her to wear for her parents wedding? Who do you think you are?”

“Romy…” started Julia.

“No. He needs to know that it hurt you. He needs to know what a controlling little fucker he is with you.”

“It’s just a dress…” Julia tried to calm the situation down.

“It’s not just a dress. You know it.”

Ethan clenched his jaw, barely looking in Julia’s direction.

“I shouldn’t have come.” he mumbled.

“No, you shouldn’t have. I want to spend time with my best friend. Not with you.” Romy stared at him, eyes full of anger.

Ethan straightened up before standing slowly, still under the hardened gaze of Romy. As he was about to leave, Julia sent a quick look to Romy, mouthing she would be back before following him outside.

“Ethan…” she said, grabbing his hand to make him stop.

“I’m not in the mood to talk, Julia.”

“But…”

“No. We will talk later but not now or I will say things I will regret and I don’t want that.”

She nodded watching him disappearing in the distance. Coming back to Romy, the mood had drastically dropped and her friend watched her with an apologetic look. They stayed in the bar a little more before Julia deemed that it was time for her to go back to her shared room with Ethan. She was dreading it, not knowing what to expect. Romy kissed her cheek, telling her that if she needed something she just had to call, and left. Julia wandered the streets a little longer, trying to think of what she was going to say to Ethan.

Romy was right. He was a bit too controlling and even if Julia knew he meant well, she knew it wasn’t healthy. It had only been a few days and she was already feeling herself changing. In good but also in bad. She wasn’t submissive. She always knew how to speak her mind and never been scared to do it, especially when it involved Ethan. So why couldn't she do it now? Why was she forcing herself to become another person? She knew that it wasn’t as if Ethan would leave her because she was contradicting him.

Truth was, she was scared. A gripping fear that was always sneaking a cold hand around her throat when she was feeling happy, reminding her that she wouldn’t be enough. Never. She hadn’t been able to keep a job, how could she keep Ethan? He had so many prettier girls around him, funnier, sexier, girls that would drop everything to be next to him during races.And here she was. She thought she had her priorities sorted. Secure a job, make your family proud, show your dad that you have what it takes to work with him, be there for your friends. But now, she was jobless, she knew her family was proud of her no matter what but if they knew about some skeletons in her closet, she knew they would be more than disappointed. She was playing a dangerous game with her dad with a one foot in and one foot out at Ferrari and she hadn’ been the greatest friend to Romy or even to Daphne. And all of that because of a boy. Something she had always swore to herself would never happen. And she didn’t know how she could make it better.

When she finally pushed the door open, Ethan was waiting for her, sitting on the bed, scrolling down his phone. He was stiff and his jaw still clenched. He was mad. She knew it before he even opened his mouth. As usual when she was nervous she started to play with her red bracelet.

“I’m sorry. About Romy.” she broke the silence.

“I don’t give a fuck about Romy, Joolsie.” he replied in a cold voice that made her gulped.

“I don’t know what to say…”

“That’s the problem. Do you know how I felt hearing Romy saying I was controlling you? Your best friend called me out when it should have been you. You should have told me at the exact moment when you felt like I was going too far with you. That I was behaving like a jerk. Because I don’t want to be one. Not at all. I’m not joking when I say that I don’t know how to be in a relationship. I have a lot to learn and if you don’t tell me when I’m wrong we are going in a wall, Julia. I want to be able to brake before it’s too late.”

“I knew that you didn’t have bad intentions… and I didn’t want to argue over something as stupid as a dress. It’s not important.”

“It is important! Today it’s about a dress, but tomorrow? I don’t want to hurt you or I don’t want you to feel like you have to not tell me things to avoid an argument. I don’t want to be that kind of guy.”

“I have a lot to learn too… I think it’s just… I’m scared of what it could really become, between us I mean. And I’m scared of you realizing that I’m probably not the person you deserve to be with. You can find so much better than me and when you will realize it…” she shook her head, trying to not think about it. “The day you’ll leave me, because I know it will happen, it’s going to crush me. So I guess, I’m trying to be perfect to keep you with me for as long as possible…”

Confessing it, she felt lighter and when a tear fell from her eye, she didn’t try to hide it. She felt Ethan warm hands on her face as his thumb caught the tear delicately before forcing her to look at him.

“It’s true. I could have other girls, maybe it would be easier. But you know me. You know I don’t like easy, Julia. I don’t need you to be perfect. I need you to be you because this is this girl that I want, not a dull version of you. I want the imperfections. Okay?”

She nodded, burying her head in his chest as his hands circled her waist. He gave her forehead a quick kiss before making her look at him and peppering her face with his kisses, finally landing on her lips. As it started to get more heated, he pulled away.

“Now that the argument part is over, can we go straight to the make up sex? I was waiting for that ever since I left the bar.” he whispered in a husky voice.

She giggled, throwing her arms around his new and pressing her lips against his as he scooped her up in his arms.

Silverstone was crowded. Actors, singers, models and athletes could be found in every corner of the paddock, so much that Julia had to cling to Ethan’s arms to make sure they wouldn’t be separated. The qualifying the day before had gone well for Ethan managing a P5 as Chloe was P8. A good session for Maserati that expected the race to go as smooth as the qualifying. Ethan was pacing in his driver room, putting on his fireproof under the gaze of Julia that was drawing on her notebooks.

“You got that, Ethan.” she tried her best to encourage him.

“I’ve never been that anxious before.”

“It’s because you are racing after your first podium in F1. It’s the weight of expectations that are making you feel nervous, but you’ll be fine. Focus on what you do best.”

“Making you scream?” he joked, winking at her and receiving a pillow that he intercepted easily.

“Driving, you idiot.” she smiled.

He chuckled, stopping his pacing to take her hands and pulling her against him.

“You’ll be there, right?”

“Right at the end of the finish line.”

He nodded, his hands wandering to the hem of her jeans as he nibbled on her ear, earning a deep sigh from the young woman.

“What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it clear?” he replied in a playful voice.

“It is.”

With an expert hand he got rid of her jeans and started to unbuttoned her white blouse, peppering her neck of kisses and light bites as Julia buried her fingers in his hair, trying to pull him more to her. In a swift move, he laid her on the couch as his lips traveled lower to her chest and navel before he pulled down his suit and what was underneath, leaving him almost naked in front of Julia who couldn’t help but let out a moan at the sight.

“Do we have time?” she asked, already flushed.

“We will have to be quick and you, quiet. You can do that for me?”

She nodded and let Ethan play with her until he made her travel in another world.

He was gutted. Absolutely gutted. A race incident involving him and Chloe at the start coupled with a bad appreciation cost him his race and he had to retire early during the Grand Prix. How could he still make these kinds of mistakes after three years in the pinnacle of motorsport? It was a mystery to him. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself it was on him. Not only did he screw up his race but Chloe’s as well, throwing away all progress made during the last races and precious points. The redhead was pissed off, barely talking to him as she made her way to the media zone after receiving a quick brief from the team. As for Ethan, he was searching for Julia. She was probably the only person that could understand what was going on inside his mind. So when he found her, still in his driver’s room, in front of her laptop screen, watching the race, he knew he didn’t have to explain himself.

“You lost the rear in the first corner, you couldn’t have done anything to avoid Chloe, she was coming too fast.” she simply said.

“That’s not true. I slipped at the start. No grip, I felt it.”

“You should have started on mediums. I don’t know why your team insisted on the soft, we’ve all noticed how slippery they were on this track.”

“Go tell that to the strategists…” he shrugged, sitting next to her, his head between his hands.

Julia put a comforting hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently.

“You didn’t go to the interviews.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Ethan…”

“I know. I know that I have to. What are people saying on social media?”

Julia bit her lips.

“I don’t know… I avoid reading what people say.”

Ethan sighed, taking his phone and loading on his page and quickly saw the hundreds of messages saying he would never have the talent of his dad, that he would never be a world champion, that he didn’t have what it took. People saying he was still making rookie mistakes, that his podium was just pure luck, that he was there only because of his dad.

Loser, failure, mistake. That’s what he was. He closed his eyes but the words were still burning behind his eyelids

“Don’t listen to them. They don’t know what kind of pressure you are under.” Julia tried to comfort him.

“But they are right. It’s my third year here. And I only had one podium. Maybe, I’m not that good. I only tarnished my dad’s name. I’m not worthy of it.”

“Stop. That’s not true! You worked hard to get there, you are a diligent driver, you always try to get better, you are often in the points with a car that is not supposed to be there. You are amazing. You’ve always been and I’ve always known you would get there. Even when we were young. Don’t start to doubt yourself, okay?” she said, her hands on his face, forcing him to look at him.

They were interrupted by Ashley who came to tell Ethan that he had to go to the interviews. Willy–nilly he complied before coming back fifteen minutes later. Julia was still in the same position watching the race. He quickly got rid of his suit, before going to shower and when he finally sat beside her to watch Kyle with a nice advance on Romy, he knew that he would at least have something to celebrate tonight.

“I wanted to talk to you about something…” Julia said, straightening up and looking at him with a serious look on her face.

“I’m not sure I can handle bad news today, Julia.”

“It’s not bad. It’s just a heads up.”

“Tell me, the faster we are done with this, the faster we can go back to the hotel.”

“I won’t be there for the next triple header in South America…”

“What do you mean, you won’t be there?” he repeated.

“I have to help my mom with the wedding preparations. I can’t do that being so far away… Not even sure I’ll be able to make it for Montreal’s race.”

“So I’ll be alone?”

“You’ll survive.”

“But… and the media? What are they going to think when they see me alone? It’s going to create rumors. People will say that I’m back in my player era. Julia, you can’t do this to me.”

“I promised to my mom that I would be there to help her and…”

“And you promised the same thing to me!”

“It’s my family we are talking about! You know they will always come first!”

It was starting to get heated between them both.

“It’s going to look bad in the media, Julia. You are leaving right after we made things really official. It’s going to create a mess. You are going to create a mess and I don’t need it. We are going to be more than a month away from each other, Julia. It’s a lot for the image we are trying to sell of a couple that can’t get their hands off of each other.”

“I thought we were past that. That we wouldn’t sell anything, anymore…And for your record,  I wasn’t asking for your permission.”

“What guarantees do I have that you won’t start to regret what is happening between us? How long will it last before you will get in your own head and start questioning everything? I won’t be there to reassure you or to show you that you have nothing to worry about. When you are next to me I can control that.”

His words hurt Julia more than she wanted to admit it.

“I’m asking you to trust me, Ethan… Aren’t you trusting me?”

“You didn’t give me a lot of reason to trust you in the past, Julia.” he simply said, his eyes cold on her.

She nodded, bitterly. She gathered her things and put on her coat. She didn’t want to stay in the room.

“What is the point of all of this, if at the end you don’t trust me? I’m in this, Ethan. Whatever this is. I thought I made it clear. But apparently, not enough. I’m not enough. I’m leaving. I see you back at the hotel.”

“Don’t bother. I’ll stay with Ludwig tonight. Might as well start to get used to not having you around.”

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Mr Evershed x Student!reader - run the town

Part 7:

You couldn’t sleep that night, so you spent it at the bar, drinking and just stared at the cameras watching over the town.

“You know you’re like some guardian Angel of this place.”

You titled your head back and smiled at Harry.

“Not the place. The people.”

He nodded and walked over, sitting next to you with his own drink in his hand.

“Are you sure you don’t want us coming with you? We can help?”

“No. No I don’t want you to help. I have to do this alone you know that. You’ll stay here, others will be there purely as precaution don’t worry.”

“You know there’s going to be news coverage of this right? They’re going to be watching.”

“I know.”

“So you know he’s probably going to be watching?”

You nodded your head and looked at Harry.

“Watch over him for me, please? Take care of him and ensure this family treat him with the same respect they would treat me or you.”

“Of course I will, but don’t talk like you’re going to die.”

“Harry.”

“I know..”

He sighed, holding his hand out and you took it, giving it a small squeeze.

“You’ll be okay, it will take time for you to get over this, but you’ll be okay.” You said.

Harry just nodded his head, and you both talked the night away.

Early morning hit, and you went back to your home, standing in front of the large mirror, you looked at yourself.

You decided against the blazer and tie, you settled for a simple silver waistcoat, white shirt and black trousers.

It was simple, but it was nice, it was your favourite combination to wear.

Making your way outside you looked at Bailey and he sighed.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked.

You nodded your head and walked over, placing your hand on his arm.

“Thank you.”

You got in the car, and it was a slow drive to the currently abandoned part of town, and the convoy of black SUVs followed slowly.

A few people stopped what they were doing to look, and hovering above you was a helicopter.

“They act quick..” you mumbled.

For everyone else it was a normal day, going to school, work, hanging out, whatever it is they usually did.

And for Mr Evershed it was no different, he got ready and drove to work like he always did and sat in his office.

You pulled up at the end of the street, and you got out of your car, a sea of smartly dressed people walking down to meet the other group.

And you stopped, just staring at them, and they stared back.

“Hello mum, dad.” You greeted.

“You’re coming home now.” Your dad snapped.

You hummed a little bit, clasping your hands behind your back.

“No I’m not.”

“You’re going to make us do this the hard way again?” Your mum asked.

You shrugged a little.

“Do your worst.” You said lowly.

They both sneered at you and Paul gave you a pleading look, and you shook your head a tiny bit.

“Come on, he’s dead. You’ve got no reason to hang about here playing business.” Your dad scoffed.

“My father entrusted this place to me.”

“He is not your father!” Your parents yelled.

“He is more father to me than you two lowlifes ever will be.” You snarled.

There was a tense silence aside from the helicopter above you all.

“Get them.” Your mum said.

“What?” Paul asked.

She picked up a baseball bat and shoved it into his hands.

“I said, get them.” She growled.

He took an unsure step forward and you started to roll up the sleeves of your shirt, and you looked at your brother.

“I’m sorry..” he whispered.

“Me too…”

He swung the bat and you dodged it easily.

Mr Evershed was going through his emails when the door to his office was slammed open.

“Mandy?”

“You need to see this. Now.”

He nodded and ran after her to the staff room where they had set up a laptop and a projector, and on it was the news. Live.

And on the news?

It was you, dodging your brothers attacks, just ducking under them or stepping back away from them with your hands clasped behind your back.

The watched anxiously as the bat was swung again, and this time it hit your shoulder.

“Oh my god!” Loraine gasped.

Mr Evershed placed a hand on her shoulder and he clenched his jaw.

You brushed off the hit, you hardly felt it.

Paul took another swung and this time you reacted, grabbed the bat by the handle, you swept his feet from under him, and on the way down, you took the bat.

He gasped for air as he laid on the floor.

Pointing the bat at him, you stepped aside and let two of your people take him and sit him on a curb with them.

You turned back to your parents with a bored look.

“If you’re going to try and hurt me at least have the guts to do it yourselves. You never had a problem with it before.”

“Alright you snarky brat.”

Your dad stormed over and you waited for him to get closer.

You knew them, you knew how they attacked, so dodging them was absolutely no issue.

But they both came at you at the same time, and that made it slightly more complicated.

You were knocked to the floor, and gasped for air as the wind was knocked from your lungs, and a kicked landed to your chest making gasp again.

“Give it up.” Your mum sneered.

You pushed yourself up, straightening your waistcoat.

“No.”

Charging at her, you ducked under her arm, and grabbed it, kicking her legs from under her, you pinned her arm behind her back.

She struggled and you pulled it up making her cry out and stop, and you looked at your dad.

“Leave, and never come back.”

“Not a chance.”

You shrugged, pulling her arm up, you heard a pop and she cried, and you pushed her to the ground and looked at him.

Stepping away, you let the rest of their thugs drag her away and you looked at your birth father.

“I am not scared of you anymore.”

“You should be. I’ll have that teacher your so fond of hurt.”

“Try it, he’s very well protected.”

You took your waistcoat off, and tossed it aside as you stared at him.

“Me and you, we finish this now. If I win, you’re to leave and never come back, and leave Paul with me.”

“And if I win?” He asked.

“Do whatever you want to this town, but you’ll have to kill me to every get me to agree to that.”

He smirked, cracking his knuckles.

“You’re just a weak, shouldn’t be an issue.”

Everyone watched anxiously as the pair of your fought, it was a battle of wills, who could bring who down first.

You were both landing hits, and it was hard to tell who had the upper hand.

Everything is Ackley bridge was on hold for fear of what was going to happen.

“I can’t watch this anymore.”

“Martin!” A few people called.

He grabbed his car keys and jumped into his car, he had to put an end to this, he couldn’t watch you fight for everything knowing it would kill you.

It wasn’t hard to find where you were, and he pulled up behind all the cars, and ran towards the people who all moved aside to let him through.

When he got to the front he was held back by a couple of people.

“You can’t go through.”

“They’re going to get hurt or worse!”

“And you’re going to get hurt if you go through, we can’t let them happen. I’m sorry.” Bailey said.

Mr Evershed looked at him then looked at you.

You had a bloody nose, your shirt was covered in blood, you were limping but didn’t even seem to notice or care.

Bringing your hand up, you blocked the punch thrown at you, and grabbed his shirt, pulling him down you grabbed the back of his head and slapped it into your knee before kicking his chest.

“You are a pathetic excuse of a man Arlo. You will never be a man.” You said.

You kicked him again and again until he was on the floor.

“Leave.”

You turned around and began to walk away, picking up your discarded waistcoat, and you saw him charging at you.

Turning around, you felt the pierce of your skin but you didn’t react.

You simply grabbed his hand and pulled it back, and grabbed his shirt, sweeping your foot under his, you threw him into the ground as hard as you could.

There was a loud crack and everything fell silent as you looked down at the man who created you, then to the woman screaming his name.

“Pathetic, using weapons to try and aid you.”

Tossing on your waist coat, you buttoned it up and wiped some of the blood from your mouth.

Taking a deep breath you turned around.

“Take my brother back to the bar, the rest of you escort our guest to the city limits. Bailey take Mr Evershed back to the school.”

“And you?” Bailey asked.

“I have somewhere to be.”

You turned around and walked away, and when you were around the corner you placed a hand on your side, taking a small breath you cursed slightly.

Leaning against the building, you looked at the blood on your hand, and wiped it on your trouser before holding it again as you carried on walking.

Mr Evershed was taken back to the school, and as much as he demanded to go find you to make sure you were okay, they wouldn’t let him.

Everything resumed, like nothing had happened.

And you walked your way to your fathers grave and sat down, leaning against the side of the headstone.

“I am sorry for what I had to do father…” you whispered.

You sighed, resting your head back.

“I trust everything will be taken care off…”

No one knew where you had went, or what had happened to you until a few hours later where rumours were spreading like wildfire.

Mr Evershed was in the middle of an assembly when the doors were thrown open, the reverend, Bailey, Harry and a few others of your family all walked in.

The hall immediately broke out into whispers as Harry, Bailey and the Reverend walked over to the headteacher.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“I was entrusted with this and given the very clear orders it is to be given to you if anything were to happy to (Y/N).”

The Reverend pulled out your fathers ring, and he set it on the podium in front of Mr Evershed.

Harry and Bailey turned around to face the crowd of students and the Reverend stood with his hands clasped in front of him.

“We are aware a few hours ago you all witnessed a fight between our boss and another rival family.” Harry said.

He clenched his jaw and looked at Bailey who nodded.

“After the fight (Y/N) left the area, unknown to us seriously wounded. An hour ago we came across them, and currently as of now they are in surgery there is no word on their condition. We are aware of the rumours and we are addressing them now.”

With that, Bailey turned to Mr Evershed.

“We will update you when we know more. And we will always come tell you more about why you were given that and what it is.”

With that, they all nodded to him and left, leaving the hall in a tense silence and everyone worrying about your safety

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[soil-just-needs-water-to-be]

Chapter 21 of Heart Out

Word count : 3329

Warnings : Mention of Violence , Use of the F slur , Light smut mention

I’m sorry if this is a really random chapter I just really wanted to get the next chapter up and I’m really enjoying this particular story arc

(Will you all let me know if you’d like the chapters to be longer and I can do that for you’ll )

Slight mention of violence and the F slur and some smutty ness

George's POV

I woke up that morning feeling pretty great about myself. I'd slept and I felt pretty fresh honestly.I haven't felt this good in a while. As I turn to face the other-side of my room my laptop is still on my pillow and Matty is still sound asleep looking so beautiful like WOW I'm sorry he just is so beautiful. The memory of the conversation I overheard last night comes flooding back to me and the butterflies starts fluttering around in my stomach and it's quite a weird feeling I haven't felt in a while. How can this actual angel be interested in me. I sit and overlook his features for a while, his hair so curly, his face so soft but scrunched against the pillow, the duvet wasn't fully wrapped around him and his chest is rising and falling steadily. He looks so small like I could just pick him up and whisk him away and we could just leave this place and be ourselves. I got dragged out of my thoughts by a loud knock on my door "George I need a word please", I roll my eyes on instinct of hearing my dads voice. "Get yourself dressed please and I'll be waiting downstairs".

"Alright" , that's all I'm giving him right now, he's already "chatted" to me enough and I'm not even going to bother with it today. I know what he's going to say and I know exactly how he's going to say it. I pull myself from my bed and start getting ready for the day. Before I begin to get changed I make sure I'm fairly decent I still have shorts on so I walk over to my mirror on the back of my door and snap a quick picture of myself but just of my top half and caption it "Good Morning love" along with a tagged sound of "talk like that" by The presets I don't really know why I picked that song exactly but I really resonate with it right now.I take my time getting dressed because I really can't be bothered talking to my dad right now he had a go yesterday and last night he really doesn't need to do it again. So either way once I'm dressed I skulk downstairs and sit waiting on the sofa for my dad to come and annoy me yet again I just sit on my phone until he's ready.

"Right George , I'm not happy with any of this right now", my dad is sat across from me in the arm chair staring right at me as he's beratting me but I don't even want to look at him so I pick my phone back up and nod along as he continues. "You've got exams next year, your 16 years old, I know you've been smoking and drinking when your round at that Adam kids house and I don't want you pissing your life away George", I've drowned him out at this point. I just want to leave I've never been really good with people telling me what to do. "George are you hearing me, I will have to start taking action if it gets worse, I will have to ground you" , this causes me to roll my eyes again and reply with

" mhm , okay, it's been like a few classes dad, it's not gunna have that much of a drastic downfall in my life", I swear my dad just over reacts about everything, he's just giving me dagger right now. Obviously that wasn't what he wanted me to say.

"Alright sorry dad, I'll take better care, can I go now?, I have stuff to do".

"Yes fine go , but one last thing these late night phone calls you keep having also need to stop , you are up at all hours of the night and keeping everyone awake"

"I don't even make that much noise", I rise from my spot dragging my rucksack with me and go to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Mums made waffles "Thanks mum".

"Your dads right you know , you do need to sleep more at night love , your staying up far to late". Oh my god can't people just leave me alone. I'm not doing anything wrong. I was just being a teenager I don't know anyone else who isn't like me. I roll my eyes again for like the millionth time today and push myself from the counter with a sigh "George come on don't be like that I'm just trying to help you excel"

"I don't need help , I'm doing fine", I do love my parents and I don't mean to be harsh with them but when they get like this , telling me what to do and how to live my life, it just boils my damn blood , I sigh while pushing myself from the counter," can we drop it please , I need to get to school" , I leave without getting a response, quickly collecting my things from my room . My jacket and shoe you know. As I go to leave I hear a soft whimper from Matty on the screen, as he turns around properly facing the camera still asleep. Perfect picture opportunity, I quickly pull my phone out and take picture before turning my sound down and leaving for the day.

I wait till I'm at the bus stop before I light up a cigarette, I then realise I've only got two left, no way is this getting me through the day.

"Yo, Ad, do you or Joe have any smokes, I have two left"

I slip my phone back into my pocket after clicking my music back on, this bus stop is far to busy right now it is every morning but the head space I'm in I could snap at anyone if they come to close to me right now. Everyone does keep there distance though so that's lucky. Just like yesterday I jump into the bus flash the driver my card and shove my lanky body into the corner while pulling my legs up so people don't even attempt to sit next to me. Adam texts me back 

" Yeh G, I've got some , not much but still enough", this makes me visibly relax a small bit, I reply back a quick thank you and that id see him later, then I slowly go back to my camera roll to check out the picture I took of Matty, Then something that isn't me takes over my hand and posts the picture to my private story captioned "This One Right Here Is So Pretty" after I post it a smile grows wide on my face because I'm not lying he is. It doesn't take long for a few messages to come pouring in, I know they wont be bad as its just people I trust on this story, There's one from Joel. Carly and Laura, my eyes grow to the size of bowling balls when I see Laura has messaged me, she hasn't spoken to me in two weeks. I immediately open it as it cant make my day any worse and I need to know if she's okay?. As I open it my breath hitches its just the eye emoji under Matty's picture 

"Hey you alrite?"

I see her icon flash up a few times before a reply comes through and its not even an answer just another question "who's that then ey?", Do I tell her ? or do I just swerve the question and ask how she is again. She doesn't need to know of anything between Matty and I yet since its not really anything right now.

"I asked a question first L, can you answer that first then we can talk about  other stuff ?", again her icon flashes up on the screen a few more times before a quick reply comes through.

“I’m fine George but no I don’t want to talk about other stuff I just wandered who that was but it doesn’t matter”, why is she always like this, won’t even have a conversation with me anymore. This makes me roll my eyes and just shove my phone back into my pocket because this will just cause an argument.

The bus stops outside of school and as I step off I pull a cigarette out of the nearly emptying box and light up. I can hear Adam and Joel before I see them arguing like they do over something or other. “Yo lads came yourselves , what’s got you so heated”

“Just a discussion about games man” , Adam turns around at my voice after claiming that he was right before asking me “you alright lad , you seemed stressed when you texted”, as he tells me this he hands me a handful of cigs “they’ll help ya”

“Just my dad , at my head before I’ve even had a second to wake up”, I take a long drag of my cigarette and pull my headphones out so to not be rude and walk with them as we make our way up the drive to the front door, As everyone goes in I hang back a bit and Adam comes back

“You coming G?” , his arm is sling around my arm and trying to walk me in “I know your dads pissing you off but come on , come prove him wrong you know what your doing” , I shrug a bit and go with him because he’s right I do want to prove my dad wrong but I honestly also just don’t want to be here just to spite him and show him I can make myself a living without needing school

“Thanks Hann, Im coming bro”, we walk through the doors and make our way to class, as I sink into my chair next to Adam in our English class. I see Laura come in through the door and she spots me giving me a solid side eye before scoffing and getting into her chair, I roll my eyes again and of course Adam saw the whole encounter and nudges me

“What was that bro?”

“Nothing she’s just being a nightmare, she saw my story and now she’s sulking” , I pull my phone out of my pocket and show Adam the conversation, as well as the story although he’s already seen it.

“We’ll she might just need you to explain what’s going on , you broke up a month ago and where together a while and she might need closure”, why does he always have to be such a grown up , I just need someone to agree with me. I love him man but he’s to grown up for this stuff. This makes me laugh a little.

“You know what dad your probably right”, We’ve always called him dad for as long as we’ve known him because he’s always just been so sensible and levelheaded it’s freaky sometimes. He just rolls his eyes at me for this as we eventually start the class.

Like most classes that involve a lot of writing it grates on me. Adam helps me a lot though it gets me through, mid way through class a message comes through from Matty I guess he’s not at school today.

Which I get. I open it and smile automatically at the reply

There’s a picture of Matty laying in his bed looking refreshed , all soft and cozy but with the biggest smile on his face “That’s not the best way to wake a man up G 🫠😉, I know I said it takes a while to get things going sometimes but stuff like that will surely work”. We’ll that’s always an opener for a morning , I reply back quickly with a wink

“I hope you like it”, I turn in my seat a little so that no one can see my phone and my back is against the wall. Incase his next reply is a little more forward, Can’t be getting caught with that. I spot his little emoji pop up in the corner.

“More than satisfactory Darling …but I may have to go sort myself out first before I chat yanno” , Wow , can’t do that right now bro , I blush to myself as I sink even further into my chair, still trying to work a little bit so I don’t get into more trouble.

“This is not the right place Matthew” , the picture I send back with this my mouth is wide open in faux shock and I’m making sure to get some of the classroom in shot so he knows where I am. And send it with a chuckle to myself. I really hope no one is paying attention to me right now.

There’s a short video reply this time , he sent a little message reply telling me that there’s no sound so I can open it without worrying , the video is just of him laying in bed obviously but he’s just slowly pulling the duvet further down his chest “You can’t be seriously telling me you don’t want to see”

I breath in trying to control myself he really is a little fuckin devil , this time though I do just send a message rather than a picture because I can feel Adam looking at me “Love you know I want too , but I’m in class right now”, I then just place my phone on the table and look to Adam with a questioning face and shrug.

“That him by any chance G?”, he’s smiling at me so he’s catching on very quickly but It can’t be that obvious right. So I just shrug again as a way of saying what do you mean by that,”you’ve gone bloody scarlet mate , it’s him alright”

“Whatever , you are exactly the bloody same with Carlz stop tormenting me alright”, we both start laughing at that because really we are just a pair of simps, the ending of the class rolls around quickly, I’ve received a few messages from Matty but I’m too nervous to open them because I know what he’s like, but when we’re all sitting out back at break time is when I decide to brave it and open them. There’s only three they can’t be that bad right.

The first

“Too bad , it could have been fun, messing with you while your at school , never done that with anyone yet but it’s on the bucket list😉”

The second came about twenty minutes after

A picture of himself fresh out of the shower , towel wrapped round his small frame “it would have been more fun if I had your input darling but Wow , that was very much needed ay”

The third just a simple “Sorry about that , anyway how are you?”

This causes me to smile and blush again, I don’t know why I know he’s a confident guy when he really pushes himself but he’s so gentle sometimes and just needs to be more himself , I send him a video back of myself and the guys just chilling “you I’m alright love , my dad was doing my head in this morning so I’m a little iffy but I’m fine , how are you feeling?” , as I send of this reply a bunch of lads from the year below begin to approach as and I instantly know this isn’t going to go well.

“Oh look it’s the fag and his body guards , he had to borrow the giant from jack to protect him”, Reece what a bellend man really needs to think up some new insults, I’ve always been labelled the giant from the beanstalk by this kid at this point, I don’t even think his little posey think he’s funny. Joel ignores them because he’s not one for really standing up for himself but I’m not dealing with there crap today

“Do you just wanna get lost Reece” , I don’t look at him to give him the satisfaction that I’m sure he’s craving, I just try to get lost in what I’m doing in my phone Matty has replied but I don’t really get a moment to reply when Reece pipes up.

“Not very friendly of you Georgie , also I don’t think little Joel here needs you too stand up for him he can very much do it himself” , he’s now crouching down next to Joel and ruffling his hair and Joel is just thrashing around trying to get him off.

“Reece seriously get your hands off him” , I hate this kid with every ounce of my being I swear to god , Usually I’m a chill guy , but Reece scratches every itch in the wrong way, so I lean over and shove him back away for Joel

“Not a wise move there Daniel,”, in retaliation he shoved me back, we look like children I can guarantee that but so what. A small argument ensues , but it quickly escalated as I saw his fist quickly come up to me and make contact with my face right in the eye

“Nah you’ll pay for that Reece”, this is when we start knocking three kinds of shit out of each other but now I can feel Adam and Joel trying to pull me off of him but I keep pulling myself from there hold , then I hear and younger kid calling for the head that’s walking around on the pitch and he quickly comes running over, and starts to get student support

“There’s a fight out on the back field I will need extra support to sort this out , right lads come on” , when student support make there way out I can feel them pulling Reece away from me and once he’s finally out of my grasp I jump out of his way and let the student support teacher take me off and I follow them back into the school I can feel blood dripping from my nose and I swear I have a bust lip and I’ll be definitively sporting a black eye tomorrow, when I get to the student support office I’m handed a box of tissues and asked to be sure I clean myself up while they find out what happened , I sit down on the poorly made seats and starts cleaning the blood off of my fave while I’m being spoken too

“What happened outside then Mr Daniel”

“Reece was just messing about with Joel calling him all sorts and it was just really irritating me and he swung at me and it just got way out of hand, I’m sorry Sir”, This day has just gone from bad to worse honestly “Don’t tell my dad please”

“I’m sorry Mr Daniel , you know we don’t tolerate fighting here , we will have to phone your dad and we will have to discuss exclusion”

“Fuck man” , I drop the tissue back on the desk at this and my head ends up in my head “that’s just great another thing thing he can yell at me for, will I have to go now then , and how long for”

“We’ll see you next week , let me phone your dad first please stay here and we’ll go and get Reece’s side of the story before we go any further though”

“Fine”

As he leaves I take my phone from my pocket again and actually read Mattys message “I’m doing okay, I was supposed to go to school today but I didn’t set my alarm and my mum said rest might do me well but it’s only 11:30 and I’m already bored out of my mind”, I’m glad he’s getting rest actually.

I reply back with a blank screen just saying that I’m glad he’s doing okay , and that I’m glad he can get rest.

With that I put my phone back into mt pocket and begin to clean myself up again feeling the blood running again. This isn’t happening today my dads actually gunna kill me

#matty healy #george daniel #adam hann #ross macdonald #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975

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All or nothing (Be The Young 7)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

MASTERLIST

All or nothing

My heart is still recovering From the heartbreak of another kind I'm still drying my tears Getting over my own fears In my life So I want to make sure this time That I'm strong enough To give it my all .

“Please, please tell me you have a lead.” Said Emily, lightly banging her head on the table. They were at a cafe’, looking for a new gig to follow. Few weeks had passed and nobody had ever spoken about her going berserk after finding their dad. They had been cold on any leads for a while and Emily was anxious to get back to hunting.

Dean was reading the newspaper, Sam was at his laptop and Emily was at hers.

“Well, a woman fell 10 thousand feet and survived.” Said Dean, with an interrogative tone.

“Now, that’s lame.” Sighed his sister. 

“Maybe we could go back to New York, say hello to Sarah again?” Said the eldest, elbowing Sam and referring to a girl they had met a couple of gigs prior. Sam, however, looked distracted. 

“I think I got something worth checking out.” He said, not taking his eyes off the screen. “A man named Daniel Elkins, in Colorado, was mauled in his home. The police cannot figure it out.” 

Dean’s eyes lit at the name. He grabbed their dad’s journal and started flicking through it. About halfway through he stopped and slid it towards Sam and Emily. 

It said D Elkins, 970-555-0158. 

“Do you think it’s the same Elkins?” Asked Emily, pulling the journal closer. 

Later that day, they were traveling towards Colorado. Emily sat in the back of the Impala reading something on her laptop, while Sam was snoring lightly in the front-seat. Dean was driving and everything went pretty much silent, only the music and the sound of the engine echoing in the almost empty street. Emily looked outside the car and enjoyed the rare moment of total calm. There was no fighting, no picking at each other, no pain. There had not been for a while. Dean had been weirdly kind to her: she was unsure if out of pity or if he actually decided to be a decent human being to her. However, she enjoyed every second of finally being treated like a little sister. Dean had gone so far as to show her how to tap in the police radio and Sam would let her choose where they would eat, even if she always chose the worst fast food place in the town. Soon, it was night. Emily kept Dean company for the rest of the journey, occasionally commenting on what they would see on the road. 

When they arrived in Colorado, the three of them settled down in a motel. Sam fell asleep again right after touching the hard mattress, but Emily hung around, reading a book she got from a gas station. Dean was also awake, on the other side of the room. She felt itchy behind her neck, her body signaling her that someone was staring at her. 

“Stop staring at me.” She said, low enough to not wake up Sam. Dean cleared his voice and the tingling stopped, just to resume a couple of seconds later. “Dude.” Emily closed the book. 

Dean hesitated for a second, then stood up, threw her jacket to her, wore his and opened the door. “We need to talk.” He said. Emily looked at Dean, confused, as he hurriedly gestured towards the door. She followed him out. 

Dean leaned on his car. She did the same, but kept her distances. 

“So…“ she said, after a minute of sitting in silence. ”...what did you want to talk about?” 

“It's Sam. He started to have these… episodes.” Emily looked more confused than before, 

”...episodes? What do you mean?” she asked. 

“He's been… uh- dreaming. About things. People dying, usually in a violent way.” Emily let Dean speak. “These dreams, they… they seem to be predicting the future. We do not know why he's having them or what they mean, but they haven't been wrong yet.” The girl sat in silence and nodded. “I just thought you should know.” Concluded Dean. The both of them stayed on the hood of the car, in complete silence. 

“Why did I not know?” 

“Sam didn’t want to make you worry, but I figured it was better if you did.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Alright.” 

The following morning, she woke up to Dean snoring. Sun was shining through the motel rooms, drawing beams of light all over the place. Sam was not in his bed, but she heard the sound of a keyboard ticking, which meant he was already up and researching something. She indulged in the comfort of the bed for a few minutes before getting out of bed and at work.

Later in the day they drove to Elkins' cabin. Sam lockpicked the door while Dean and Emily looked around, making sure to not be watched. They all turned on their flashlights while entering. The cabin was messy, destroyed, as if someone was looking for something desperately. Windows and doors were protected with salt, which suggested to them that Elkins was trying to protect himself.

“Do you think this guy was a hunter?” Asked Emily, touching the salt and visibly confused.

“Well that is not an oops I spilled the popcorn amount of salt.” Said Dean, while taking a journal from the table. “Look what I got here.” 

The journal looked very similar to the one John used: it was old and made of leather, pages often with something glued or slightly ruined with time. It also dated way farther than John's. 

They took the journal and moved to another room, where more destruction was scattered. The roof had a hole in it. On the floor, there were several scratches, one of which immediately caught her eye. She tried to look at them closer, but even with the light she wasn't able to read them properly. She could swear, however, that they were letters. Dean joined her and he used a piece of paper to get the outline: it was a sequence of letters and numbers, just like their father did, indicating the coordinates to a post office.

“How do you think this guy knew dad?” Asked Emily while they were driving back towards the city. 

“Well the coordinates, the journal: maybe they both have a military past, maybe they ran the marines together.” Dean answered her, focused on the street. 

“If it were like that I would have expected to see dad around.” 

“Maybe he doesn't know or maybe they weren't that much of friends.” 

Emily answered with a sigh and looked at the snowy mountains in the distance. “Do you think we will see him again?” She said a while later. Sam, who for the entire conversation had been looking in front of him, absentminded, now looked at her. 

“Of course we will, Emily. I just hope he's got a good plan.” 

“Of course he has.” Argued Dean. 

When they got into the post office, Dean stayed in the car while Sam and Emily went and opened the box. They found a single item: an envelope, marked JW, as in John Winchester. “Or Johnatan Weiner. No way to tell for sure.” Joked Emily. “Do you think this is for dad?”

“That would be too much of a coincidence if it weren't.” 

They spoke while walking out of the post office, walking towards the car. Emily was just about to ask her brother if he thought they should open it, when they saw Dean speaking with a taller, larger man that they immediately recognized as their father. 

“Dad, what are you doing here, are you alright?” She sped up her pace to meet him.

“It’s okay, I read the news about Daniel and then I saw you at his place. Good job covering your tracks by the way.” Dean smiled proudly and was about to say something, but Emily interrupted him. 

“Dad, why did you come all over here for this guy?” She questioned, willing to know more, as she sat back in the backseat.

“He was a good man, he taught me a lot. We had a.. uh- a falling out years ago.” He explained, coldly. Then, he pointed at the letter Emily was still holding on her lap. “Give me that.” He opened the envelope and started reading, whispering comments here and there, until he stopped, looking surprised. “He had it all along.” 

The three siblings looked at each other. “What?” Said Sam and Emily. Their dad seemed to become more agitated. 

“When you were at his apartment, did you- uh- did you see a gun? A Colt revolver, very old.” They looked at each other. “Did you see it?” He repeated. 

“There was an old case that would have fit that kind of gun.” said Dean after pondering for a second “but it was empty.” 

John looked at Dean, Sam and Emily, one by one, as if he was expecting someone to come up and say that the gun had been there all along. However, nobody did. Mostly, Sam and Emily seemed confused, the more confused every word their dad said. 

“They have it.” He murmured before getting out of the car. “We gotta pick up the trail.” John continued, getting out of the car. Dean was the first one to follow him, but Emily and Sam quickly caught up, ready to question their father. 

“Why is this gun important?” Asked Emily. In the same exact moment, Sam also asked a question: “Do you really want us to come with you?” 

“Who are they?” She also asked.

Emily heard Dean sigh in frustration, probably missing the times where he only had to deal with one questioning sibling at the time. She looked at him sideways, taking in a glimpse of his mood. John, however, was very quick to cut it short. “It's important because I say so.” He said. 

“We don't even know what we are going after!” Continued Emily, trying to get at least clarity on what to expect. 

“You don't, I do. Vampires. Let's meet back at the motel.” John said, stern and cold. He then got onto his truck and started driving. Dean did the same. 

“You two really are siblings, uh?” Asked Dean, slightly bitter. “Can't take an order even if it costs your life.” 

“This is not about orders, Dean.” Answered back Emily. “It’s about safety. He wasn’t even going to tell us what we were after.” 

“That is the definition of order, Emily, they are not meant to be understood, they are meant to be followed. No discussions, no sarcasm. We already went over this I do not know how many times.” 

“Yeah, and we will keep doing it, as long as you are wrong and I am right.” Emily smiled sarcastically. She was not in the mood to fight about that and she was trying extremely hard to not get too upset about anything. She could still feel on her skin how much out of control she felt the last time. Sam, instead, was not happy to settle it with a joke. 

“Dean, Emily is not wrong, dad is just ordering us around as if we were children: do you really not think we deserve to know a little more?” Dean dismissed Sam with an annoyed gesture and by making the music louder. 

Back at the motel, nobody picked up the topic. In fact, nobody spoke. 

The following morning, Emily was the second one to wake up. Her dad was already (or still) awake, listening to the police radio. Since she was still half asleep, she could not elaborate what the radio said, but John woke her and her brothers up by calling them all urgently. He urged them to leave immediately and before Emily had the time to realize what was happening, they were already at a crime scene. John ordered them to stay in the car. Emily was about to get upset at him and try to fight, but she tried to rationalize it: there was no point in showing up in four people, risking to be caught as fake agents. 

“I don't understand why we have to stay in the car.” Argued Sam while looking at his dad talking with the policemen. 

Dean rolled his eyes. “Oh please, not again.” Emily was about to back up Sam’s words, but John was suddenly back with the info needed. “They are heading west, we should move.” 

“How do you know?” Asked Sam, angry. Dean sighed and tried to stop him. 

While Emily felt a little less weird knowing that someone else in the family was uncomfortable with the way John talked to them, she was also not on board with how Sam behaved. Before their father was back the previous day he had been the most empathetic, understanding human being, but after that he went back to being his old self: obsessed, nervous and kind of annoying.

“I just want to know if we are going in the right direction!” Sam kept discussing. 

“We are.” Said John. He then stayed silent, looking at Sam. “Any other questions?” None of the siblings answered, so he proceeded to get into his car and start driving. Dean followed him. 

While he was driving, he threw Emily the journal they had found at the cabin. “See what you can find on vampires.” He said. She started reading, until she found a paragraph that reminded her of the crime scene they just visited. She read it out loud. 

“Vampires nest in groups of eight to ten. Smaller packs are sent to hunt for food...Uh- Victims are taken to the nest, where the pack keeps them alive for weeks or days…“ She kept reading for a second. “That doesn't sound fun. I wonder if that’s what happened to the couple.”

Dean nodded, but Sam was still grumpy from the last discussion with his father. “Yeah, maybe dad thinks that too. Of course, it would be nice if he told us so.” 

“Oh god, so it's really going to be like this from now on?” Argued back Dean. “We've been looking for dad all year and you can't keep peace for two hours?” He looked at Sam, then at Emily. “I did not think I was ever going to say this, but for the first time ever Emily is causing me way less problems than you are.” 

“Dean, I am very happy that dad is back.” Said Sam. “But it's just the way he treats us, like we are children.” Dean scoffed. “Come on, all he does is bark orders, we are not even allowed to ask questions!” The eldest brother waited for Sam to finish. Then he looked back at Emily. 

“Well first of all: Emily is a child.” She tried to interrupt him to argue, but he kept going. “I don't care how old you are, Emily: it's how you act. Second of all: you know that there is no time to chat: we need to act and we need to act fast, without error. Because err-”

“Errors cost lives, yeah Dean, we know all of this.” Said Emily. “But look at everything we went through just to find him! We deserve to be treated a little bit better than this, don’t you think?”

#spn fic #supernatural #sister!winchester #oc #dean winchester #sam winchester #oc!sister winchester #sister winchester fic #sister!readerxdean #sister!reader #deanwinchester #winchester #platonic #s1 #sister!winchesterXdean #tw #dean winchester x reader #supernatural fics #spn fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #dean x reader #soft!dean #spn fics #be the young #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural angst #supernatural sister fic #spn #spn fanfic #sister fic

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All right everyone, it’s time for that thing that happens sometimes! Tellthemeerkatsitsfine makes a Post with Thoughts about an Issue! The issue for today is one that… well, you’d be quite justified if your normal reaction to seeing someone threaten to share their Thoughts on this Issue is to close the tab in which that happened, then close the entire window, then make sure no traces of the application are still running, then throw your entire device against the nearest wall just to make sure it’s gone. I’d understand if that’s your reaction to this, it’s normally mine as well. But I’ve been having some Thoughts for the last few weeks and have decided it will help if I write them down to sort them out, and I like posting things on here in case others have similar Thoughts. Please feel very free to skip this, I will definitely understand.

So now, I’m going to write a sentence that has been responsible for many shattered phones and tablets and laptops: here are some thoughts I have about cancel culture.

A couple of months ago, I was about to start a short work placement in a new environment, so I was picking out clothes. I tend to very much “dress down” at the best of times, and two years inside has exacerbated that. The pandemic brought my usual clothing style from jeans, t-shirts, and hoodies; to sweatpants, t-shirts, and hoodies. This job was in a children’s therapy centre and not an office or anything, so it was acceptable to dress a couple of steps down from “business casual”. Unfortunately, two steps down from “business casual” is still maybe three steps up from my normal way of dressing, and about five steps up from my pandemic way of dressing.

My mother came over, because she thinks I don’t dress nicely enough for regular life, and knows I don’t dress nearly nicely enough for an actual job. I told her that of course I know I can’t wear my normal clothes to a job and I’ll pick out nice things, but she didn’t trust me to know what things are nice enough and what things can be worn with each other, and that mistrust was well placed. So she and I spent an excruciating hour or so going through my closet and working out what was and was not acceptable to wear around a bunch of autistic children who will apparently not respect an adult whose shoes are too old.

At one point, I was trying on sweaters that could go over other things, so I grabbed a random t-shirt from my drawer and put it on. It happened to be an old 90s-style band t-shirt, except instead of a 90s band it featured The Beatles. I don’t remember where I got that shirt and I haven’t worn it in many years, but I do remember wearing it in high school sometimes and feeling like this made me very cool. I suspect it once belonged to my dad.

My mother saw that shirt on me and said it was absolutely not appropriate for work, and I said, “Yes I know that, I was just putting it on so I’d have something underneath these other things, did you really think I was considering wearing this band t-shirt to my new job? Because if so, then I promise I am slightly less bad at understanding rules of acceptable clothing than you think.” But then I did get a little annoyed at myself and at her and at the world in general because it bugs me that this shirt is unacceptable for the wrong reasons.

No one is bothered by the fact that if I wore that to work, I would be teaching young impressionable kids that men who beat up women deserve to be venerated in our society as long as they were good enough at whatever else they did. That would be fine. You can say “separate the art from the artist” or whatever, but this shirt had a picture of John Lennon’s face on it. Wearing a shirt like that is a celebration of John Lennon as a person.

I don’t judge anyone who listens to The Beatles. I used to listen to The Beatles quite a bit, then I stopped when I found out what a horrifying person John Lennon was, but these days I do put them on once in a while because the music is already in my collection, no one benefits from me playing it more times, and some of the music is good (some of it definitely not good, some of it I think just seemed good at the time because no one had really done stuff like that before and a lot of people were on drugs). Also, if I never engaged with anything that has negative stuff attached to it, I’d never do anything. The fact that I buy stuff on Amazon sometimes does far more direct harm to the world than any media I choose to consume, and communist Tumblr and NBC’s The Good Place say there is no ethical consumption under capitalism, and they’re right. So fuck it, sometimes I want to close my eyes and play I’m Looking Through You really loudly and not think about who made it.

But it’s a little harder to separate the art from the artist when we’re talking about a literal depiction of the artist, rather than just a recording of their art. A picture of the face of a man who beat up his wife, worn in a way that’s culturally understand to mean “I think this person is so fucking great that I want their image displayed on my body”. Surely that’s the bad message to send to kids. But no, a Beatles shirt would be fine if it could somehow be nice enough to fit within a few steps of “business casual”. The only problem with wearing that shirt to my job as an adult who influences children is that they might get the impression that it’s okay to wear clothes that are old and a bit faded. Because if those kids grow up thinking that is acceptable, then they might not contribute to the fashion industry by replacing their clothes every year or two, as a way to fit into clothing-based cultural expectations that are qualitatively arbitrary but functionally a very good way to serve capitalist interests, and anyway I’ll put away my tinfoil hat now but I do stand by that point.

I just hate that those are the standards these days, and especially that we can live an society that has those standards but people still call it a “cancel culture where it’s a tragedy that even a whisper of a rumoured accusation will ruin a man’s life and career and reputation forever”. Because even if we pretend that every man who got accused in the MeToo movement faced actual consequences – which they very much did not – we’re still left with so many successful people who’ve done awful things that no one ever talks about.

The Beatles are a weird example because it’s not like we can call for John Lennon to be held accountable for his actions; you can’t sue a corpse. But so much of the rhetoric from the people who are outraged about “cancel culture” is about reputation, that MeToo means one bad thing will unfairly overshadow a man’s whole career. His name becomes unspeakable, he becomes un-personed in a witch hunt that erases all his influence from society, all for an accusation that may or may not be true. That is the argument that I would like to counter with the fact that no one would call it inappropriate for me to wear a depiction of the face of a self-confessed wife-beater around children if I could make it business casual enough. The movie Yesterday came out three years ago to tell us how empty the world would be without these great men. If The Beatles are mentioned these days, it’s still almost always as the central musical geniuses of a generation, very occasionally with just a footnote of “John Lennon did do some awful things alongside making this incredible music, that’s all part of the richly complicated picture of The Beatles.”

One thing the MeToo movement did was take a few very famous men from that category – people whom we know as great artists first and occasionally remember the footnote that they may have done some bad stuff too – and into a new category, in which they’re known first for the awful things they did and then for their work. Before 2017, I had heard vague rumours about Louis CK and Bill Cosby (they were the first two MeTooed men to come to my mind, I realize the things they did were worlds apart in terms of severity and do not deserve anything close to equal consequences, and they didn’t get equal consequences – Bill Cosby raped dozens of women for decades and got a couple of years in jail, Louis CK committed years of workplace sexual harassment and got a year or so of not being on TV before coming back to win a Grammy, and those guys are the examples of the ones who did face consequences) having Done Bad Things To Women, but that was only occasionally mentioned alongside how great they were as comedians. Back then, CK and Cosby’s indiscretions were referenced the same way we talk about John Lennon’s violence now – a rarely mentioned footnote to the art. These days, when we hear Bill Cosby or Louis CK mentioned, we think of the sexual allegations first, and everything else after that. So MeToo dragged the bad stuff into the open for them and a few other people - that’s one thing the movement accomplished. But in the grand scheme of things, it was only a few other people. Our pool of cultural icons, our common cultural reference points, are absolutely full of awful people whose awfulness is still a footnote.

The Salmon of Doubt is one of my favourite books. It collected a bunch of disparate things Douglas Adams had written – newspaper articles, interviews, essays, even just ramblings that were found on his computer – and released them as a book posthumously. I love all Douglas Adams’ books, but weirdly, I’ve probably reread The Salmon of Doubt more than I’ve reread the books he actually wrote. It’s a beautiful look into the mind of a very intelligent and insightful man who had so many interesting things to say. Also, as I wrote this paragraph I realized it might seem like I’m about to say Douglas Adams should be on the list of men with “footnotes” about them, which is not where I’m going with this but then I became concerned because what if there’s something about him I don’t know? So I checked just now and it looks like it’s fine. Nothing bad comes up when I Google “Douglas Adams MeToo”, thank God.

The point is that The Salmon of Doubt is full of references to how much Douglas Adams loved The Beatles. They were his favourite band, and he mentioned that in so many different situations, even when he was writing about subjects that had nothing to do with music. He did write a couple of articles that were entirely about The Beatles and how wonderful they were, how great an effect they had on his childhood, how honoured he was to get to meet their surviving members as an adult. How they were geniuses who innovated the music genre and wrote deceptively simple music with many complex layers underneath. I’ve never heard what Douglas Adams heard in The Beatles’ music – like I said, I enjoyed a lot of their songs but I also think some of it probably just seemed great because of drugs and novelty – but I love reading what Adams wrote about The Beatles. The sentiment is universal and so beautifully expressed. I have loved some things the way Douglas Adams loved The Beatles, and Douglas Adams’ Beatles articles give me new words to describe those things I love. New ways to explain what it’s like to find meaning in really amazing music, or any type of art.

These days, when I reread the Salmon of Doubt essays about The Beatles, I feel a little jealous. Douglas Adams could do what I can’t anymore - love something that was attached to so many bad things, seemingly without the burden of guilt for supporting it. I’ve wondered before whether Douglas Adams ever did grapple with that contradiction, if he ever had conversations with friends or even just in his own mind about how to justify his love for this music with the awful things John Lennon did. Douglas Adams died in 2001. I’ve wondered if, had he survived longer, his thinking might have changed. If he’d been alive in 2017, I wonder if he’d have written an article in The Guardian about how the MeToo movement had made him think critically about a band he had loved uncritically for so many years. How he was learning to reconcile his continued love of their music with the violence that he had relegated to an ignorable footnote for all those years, because he’d lived in a society that had let him do that.

In some episode of The Bugle that I heard maybe two months ago, John Oliver explained how great something was by saying it was as good as “hearing a Bob Dylan song, or seeing a Woody Allen film for the first time.” This episode was from about 2010, I think. I did that thing that we’re all familiar with now, where we hear a name casually and lightheartedly dropped back when it was considered okay, and we wince, thinking, “Oh shit, you’re going to regret referencing that like it’s a good thing.” Sometimes that’s genuinely just because we now have information that they didn’t have back then; the stuff about Bob Dylan and that young girl came out in 2021. Woody Allen… not so much. I don’t think we know more about Woody Allen now than we did back then, but I assume John Oliver would not use a Woody Allen movie as an example of something great today. So I guess Woody Allen is in that category of people whose bad stuff got dragged from footnote to centre stage throughout the MeToo movement.

I mean, I’d argue that the stuff about Bob Dylan that came out in 2021 should not have been hugely surprising, even if there were no formal allegations before then. Because basically, every male rock musician from the 60s, 70s, and 80s was a terrible person who at minimum slept with their teenage female fans. Bob Dylan does transcend genres, but the moment he plugged in his guitar in 1965, he threw his lot in with the rock singers, and that is not a good group of people (I mean, obviously musicians from other genres and other eras are also often fucking terrible, but not quite as uniformly terrible as male rock musicians from the 60s and 70s and 80s).

There are some exceptions, I assume Rob Halford wasn’t out there fucking teenage girls. But basically, it’s just easier on all our souls if we assume that all those male rock singers were doing stuff like that, than if we start with the assumption that they were fine and then have to be surprised every time we learn a new bad thing. Because in high school, I had a cherished Led Zeppelin CD, and I spent a couple of years using Limewire to download and get really into music by a smorgasbord of 60s/70s/80s rock bands. I was very upset when I turned about twenty and started Googling the intersections of feminism and music I liked. And I still listen to most of those bands sometimes! I just now have that nagging feeling of guilt when I do so, about what I used to see as ignorable footnotes but they’re harder and harder to not think about these days. I imagine that’s probably how John Oliver feels if he watches a Woody Allen movie in 2022, or how Douglas Adams might feel while listening The Beatles if he were around now. That’s the legacy of MeToo, I guess. That’s the great “cancel culture”. Nagging feelings of guilt about enjoying a few of the bad famous people, while most of the bad famous people got away without even eliciting that.

The majority of male rock musicians from those decades were doing all kinds of fucked up stuff to women and to teenage girls, and in most cases, all those things are still considered footnotes. Most of those rock musicians are still best known for being rock musicians, and we barely remember the rest of it. I’ve listened to every episode of the Taskmaster podcast, and the only the one I almost turned off partway through was the Tim Vine episode. They kept talking about how Tim’s a huge Elvis Presley fan and is touring an act where he does Elvis impersonations and it’s great that he gets to make this tribute to an artist he loves. Tim Vine is able to look at this famous singer and see the rape of a teenager as barely a footnote on his reputation. Didn’t even have the decency to express any pointless (because the feeling is pointless, it doesn’t actually help anyone) nagging guilt about it. Tim Vine talking about Elvis had all the burdenless-ness of Douglas Adams’ guilt-free descriptions of The Beatles, but none of their eloquence, so that made it harder to hear. And does it make a difference that twenty years have passed. We’re all supposed to be more aware of these things now, right? That’s what happened, right? MeToo made us all so fucking aware of all the bad things any man has ever done that a man can’t even look at a woman anymore without having all his accomplishments erased from history.

I can handle all this, I’m used to knowing that most people don’t care about most of the bad things that most bad people have done. What I really hate is living in a world like that, but also hearing people constantly talk about how tragic it is that our cancel culture means if a man made one little wrong move thirty years ago, it’ll ruin his entire life now. It'll take over his reputation, overshadow everything else he's done. That’s the sort of thing that makes me want to start breaking stuff. To throw my laptop at a wall every time I read that someone thinks we need to hear their views on “cancel culture”. The question shouldn’t be “Has cancel culture gone too far?”, because that question pre-supposes that we live in a culture of consequences at all, and we fucking don’t.

[magnificentstrangerchaos]

‘To Do’ List (Summer of 2022)

So, I found the ‘To Do’ list I made at the end of June/start of July. It was shoved /as I anticipated it would have been/ among my other sheets of paper haphazardly thrown into a folder. 

I’ll go through all of the points and talk about how things have been going, adding things I have done along the way to make it look like I actually did more than I planned for my own pleasure. 

1. Fix Laptop

At the start of December 2021 my laptop started getting really sad. Like, bluescreens and tells me there is no Windows installed kind of sad. I took it to a place my dad usually fixes his laptops and I got a new HDrive and a new battery because the old one said “Goodnight” one evening and stopped working. It’s pretty good, well... better than it was before, faster too.

I might have to take it to the same place again. I tried installing Genshin on it once and it BS-ed. I uninstalled it and commenced with my work but it seems that ALSO if it overheats it bluescreens again. It’s been manageable, I have a fan and everything. All data is backed up. 

(Side note I have this USB flash disk that is really messed up and all my art files/refs are there. I need to fix it and get them OUT or else I’m going to cry. I didn’t have time to back it up before the last drive died and this was the only storage unit that could suck up all 200K of my files.... Don’t ask, I’m a hentai writer and draw-er)

I don’t want to push for a new laptop of any kind because a dream for a ‘FUTURE’ experience is to have an actual PC. Doesn’t matter gaming-intended or not (probably not) that inevitably means I need to find a permanent place to stay since it’s a hassle to carry an entire PC around. Two-to-three more years this buddy needs to survive. 

Might get a new keyboard though, literally anything side-bought so far would be implemented into the new boyo anyways. And as I name all my PC periphery, I will call the new keyboard Antoine (current one being called Antonio). Guess A’s run in the family C:

2. Fix tooth

At the end of my exams I thought I found myself a cavity. Turns out my teeth are perfect (according to the dentist) and it’s one of those small cavities that is fixable with good toothpaste and mouth-wash. To be fair, the mouth-wash I got (rec by the doctor) freaking does a whale of a job but it also tastes like every medicine you will ever taste at the time time. I’m 1/3 way through the bottle and it’s SO COOL because it’s the type that comes with a pre-installed cup. You squeeze it, fill it up, sip, do your thing. I’d buy it again. 

3. Herbarium

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I mean... I got a couple new flowers to add. 

Petals of a rose a friend of mine got me over a sleepover we had; A tiger-rose from our garden (side note, I need to go pick some of its leaves because I only managed to harvest the blossom); A damascene rose; Two types of orchids

I think I’m going to spend a while just going through the entire book sticking rice paper between the pages where the flowers would go, just to have it over with. I’ll concentrate on it over spring when everything blooms anew.

4. Go out at least once a week

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This is a personal attack

5. Go paint the seaside

Will do, that’s probably what I’ll be doing for the three or four days I’m there other than reminiscing stories/fics. 

6. Paint the mountains

I took photos of places I’ve been, so that will happen in the future as well. 

7. Finish the ZhongChi fic (Ch. 3)

Listen here, you little [redacted].

Alright, okay. So, I TRIED. ‘Dragon Gazing At a Sea Of Clouds’ was a great story, I really enjoyed writing it when I was in my Childe rut days a little before getting him in Genshin. Chapter 2 - ‘The Fox That Stole The Dragon’s Heart’ was also a success that I don’t even know how I came up with. 

This entire thing was a gag, a meme I saw someone post on twitter about regarding Zhongli’s magic portable onahole (it’s a fleshlight) being connected to Childe’s backside while he’s in a meeting with the Tsaritsa. I got invested. And then pretty much slipped out of it. 

I WANT to finish it, I absolutely do. I have an outline of what will happen - their Chinese-themed wedding, their wedding night, both tied up to each other, ears, tails and horns all out in display. HORNY hours, you know?

So, I really need some stimuli to get going. I’ve been unable to play Genshin for a couple months and while I’m obsessed with KNOWING about the game (I have it on my phone), it’s been hard to get inspired. I’m doing my best, I want it to be good. It just feels like I’ve been repetitive in other fics or I somehow accidentally wrote what I intended for ZhongChi other places. 

Call it deja-vu of an unfortunate writer. 

8. Edit ‘Aster Tataricus’

That’s a future project honestly. I wrote it in December/Over Christmas and the responce was SO GOOD. The person who inspired me, Wiann on Twitter is a gem and they still follow me. I also adore watching their works in general, they have their own writing done as well and it’s *bites fist*

9. Write Ch. 2 of ‘When The Owls Cry’

I still can’t decide if I want to make it ‘Owls Cry’ or ‘Owl Cries’, both have a meaning for me.

Haven’t gotten to that part YET either, but I did go back to Chapter 1 and I redid it after the event to feature the whole eyepatch secret and sending letters.

10. Finish ‘Lullabye For My Feeble Heart’

I usually never outline works and just write them out in one breath when I figure I want to, but this one is indeed outlined. I have the entire plot ready, each chapter sorted. All I need is to execute it, but as you can see if you read everything so far - I want to finish those that are on the VERGE of completion and then latch onto longer works.

11. Finish ‘Wish Whispered Upon A Star’ 

Aye... I recently posted the chapter before the last, so we count that as progress. I’ll force myself to finish writing out my missing lectures this week, so I can spend Saturday and Sunday on that (27-28/08)

12. Take part in 2022 MXTX BDSM week

I DID, but the last story is missing, because I took a hiatus due to personal reasons. You can find the series here days 1 to 6 available.

(Can you feel how happy I am for the easy access to hyperlinks? I borderline was forced to code to figure out how to insert stuff in AO3.)

13. Make the FengQing threadfic

Mmm... I wrote like.... two additional pages for it in my google doc and then scroll past it as if it’s a scratch that I want to itch but I just hover it instead.

14. Draw the Izora mural digitally

Haaahahahahaha.

I have to if things with CSP are getting as serious as they look. I can’t decide if I want to push around with art or press on with fics. Maybe I will take until December to complete whatever I have WITHOUT (lies) adding any new ones, so I can then concentrate on drawing again. It’s a pre-drawn thing on paper, but I want it digitally, because colouring would be so much easier.

15. Make new sketches for CandleHeart and Nyrian Thantis

I’m rather proud of those honestly. I want more portraits so I can use them on the different accounts. 

16. Write at least one fic with mermaids

I accidentally forgot about this and when I read it I was like “!!!” 

It’s on twitter, but you can check out the teaser here, because while it is complete in the sense of a thread fic, there is more that will be included in the final version that’s going to AO3.

17. Work on the VN maybe?

Yeah, this was a ‘maybe’ since the Visual Novels I have planned will be absolutely pushed back for until this problem with CSP has come to an end so I can know which programs to use and which tools to pick out.

18. Play League of Legends with M

WE DID AND IT WAS SO FUN, I love her. She’s a sweetheart. That’s all you need to know.

19. Read MDZS

I’m at... Book 2 maybe page 130. Book 3 came out not even a week ago, so I’m waiting to see which website is going to offer me that sweet, sweet money-sucking service of delivering it to me. 

20. Things I HAVE done as a side-project include

-I got to stock up on clothes I’ve been ignoring my need for.

-I ordered amazing stuff off Aliexpress and while you may think ‘How amazing CAN it be’, I’ll do a little show of them when they arrive. I’m really excited, most of all for the pins I ordered, because I want to stick out like a sore thumb with them.

-I finally bought my brother his birthday present. He’s been waiting for it for SO long. After I finish with my work tomorrow I should zoom to the other tech-shops I know are around town so I can get two more things I need and then I can proudly go back home.

-I set a goal to hit 40 fics by the end of the year, currently we’re at 34, so finishing the stuff above will probably skyrocket me above that number.

-I finally got a new phone case, needed that because the other one was falling apart.

-Got two new wrist-watches because I’ve had an itch to wear one since Autumn last year.

-I’m getting a third piercing on my ear in October.