#the photographer was my friend's dad and I had them one for free at a halloween party :)

[thefallennightmare]

The Promise-Andy Biersack

*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Andy Biersack x OFC

Warnings: smut, language, angst(lots of it), a smidge of fluff, mentions of abuse, alcoholism.

Summary: High school was supposed to be some of the best years of a teenager's life; except for River. Those four years were hell, the only one that got her through it was her best friend, Andy. She thought he'd be by her side after graduation but after one night of giving each other something so treasured, life took both of them in different directions.

Almost ten years later, River and Andy meet again in a way neither of them expected.

Authors Note: This is my first time writing Andy Biersack but I'm very excited! As of now, it is a one-shot but might consider continuing it if people are interested!

Tags: @thescarlettvvitch @mitchhbitch @concreteangel92 @flowery-mess @cookiesupplier @poppy-in-the-woods @viofcrows @sprokat @srorgana1 @bloody-delusion-expert

 “You don’t ever have to be alone, River,” his soothing voice cooed in my ear as he cupped my cheek. 

I looked up at him through the tears and choked on a sob. “Promise you’ll stay with me?”

He smiled that smile I fell in love with years ago. “I promise.” 

The sounds of yelling pulled me out of my thoughts in time to see a group of teenagers running past me on the street, youthful smiles on their faces. 

If they only knew what the future for them held. 

With the setting sun grazing over the streets of Hollywood as people made their way home from school or work, I was headed to work with my camera bag hanging on my shoulder and phone in my hand. I had the Maps app up giving me directions where I needed to go. It was going to be a long night at work for this music video shoot and I was already on my third cup of coffee, the feeling of caffeine still not flowing through my system. 

I spent the morning and afternoon bouncing between different shoots from clients and when I remembered I had booked this job taking pictures of a band's music video tonight, I cut the last photoshoot short by only a few minutes to make it in time. 

The company that booked me for this video shoot, Industrialism Films, didn’t tell me much about who the band was. They just told me to show up at seven p.m. and start working as soon as I was set up. It was going to be an all-night event and I needed to make sure to get shots of everyone in the band. 

Hence the third cup of coffee. 

It also hadn't helped that my mind had been plagued with memories of high school even ten years after graduation. Usually, I was great at pushing away those awful memories but the last few nights, those images of my past life kept clawing at me, dragging me down to the depths. I spent so long trying to crawl out of it and breathe that fresh air I desperately craved those four years of hell. 

The bullying. 

Eating alone in the bathroom stalls. 

The feeling of being so alone, I cried myself to sleep every night. 

The desperation of my home being a haven away from the mocking at school, only to have it worse there. 

Every single day of high school was miserable; except for one person. 

Him. 

My best friend and first everything; Andy. 

Until he left you to deal with the beatings alone so he could succeed with his band. 

Screwing my eyes shut tight to forget the sound of my dad's skin on mine, I turned the corner, and a large church and steps came into view. There were ropes blocked off around the perimeter, keeping outsiders away. As I reached a security guard, I pulled out my I.D. to show him. 

“River Murray. I’m the photographer,” I said. 

The guard glanced down to my I.D. then to the list in his hands and with a gruff of response, he let me walk past the ropes. 

“Have a great night,” I mumbled under my breath. 

Bodies were moving everywhere, and people were screaming over one another, but I was able to find the director of the shoot pretty quickly. He showed me a trailer where I could set up my things and once I was settled, I could start working. They didn’t care what pictures I shot, just as long as I got a lot of the band. 

“Who’s the band?” I asked Vincent, the director while setting my camera bag on the table inside the trailer. 

“Bloody veils? No that’s not right,” he scratched at the beard on his chin, trying to remember. “I don’t know. It's some metal band. I’ve only met them once before but they’re nice guys. It’s for their song Saviour II.” 

I nodded. “So I have free reign around here? As long as I don’t get in the shot right?” 

Vincent smiled. “You’ve worked on music video shoots before?” 

“Once or twice,” I shrugged. “I worked with Bad Omens on one and some local bands another time.” 

“Bad Omens?” He whistled low. “They’re one of the hottest bands right now. I’m surprised you aren't working with them.” 

“I dated their current photographer for a few months. He set up the shoot with them to help build up my portfolio,” I shifted on my feet, suddenly feeling uncomfortable divulging too much about my life to this stranger. 

A loud crackle and static came through Vincent’s radio. “Veil Brid-. They’re here.”

My heart stuttered in my chest for the briefest of moments but told myself to take a breath. It couldn’t be him; the radio cut off before finishing who was here, I was just in my head. 

“You’re beautiful, River,” he mused while kissing every inch of my bruised skin. 

Vincent clapped his hands which caused me to jump out of my thoughts and blinked wildly. 

“Alright, I’ve got to meet the boys and show them their trailers to get ready. Head out whenever you’re ready. There’s a radio for you on the table in case we need to communicate with you tonight.” 

“Sure,” I did my best to nod with a smile. 

Once alone, I sat on the couch in the trailer and went about assembling my camera, doing a few test shots. The past kept trying to crawl its way back into the present, doing its best to render me useless, but I wouldn’t allow it. 

Well, I tried to anyway. 

“You’re worthless.” 

“Piece of shit daughter. I should have dropped you off with your mother years ago.” 

“The only thing you’re good for is being a punching bag. But you can’t even do that right.” 

A swift kick to my ribs sent me flying across the room. 

Choking on a sob, I dug my palms into my eyes hoping that would force out those thoughts. 

“I haven’t thought of Dad in years but now he’s overtaking every part of me again,” I sighed to myself. 

Not feeling quite ready to leave the trailer yet, I fixed myself in the reflection of the mirror by tying my long black hair into a tight French braid and cleaned up my makeup a bit. The scar underneath my right eye was faint but visible to this day almost eleven years later. No matter how much makeup I wore to cover it, it was still a reminder of not only the best day of my life but also the worst day. 

“River, we need you on set.” 

“Be right there,” I said into the radio before clicking it to the belt of my jeans, and with my camera around my neck, I bounded down the steps of the trailer. 

By now the sun had set and the moon shone overhead so I stopped in my tracks for a moment to take a few shots of it before walking into the church where there was a large gathering of people. On the altar of the church were a set up of drums, guitars, an orchestra, and a microphone stand. 

After snapping a picture of it, I turned on my heels when I heard Vincent call my name. 

“River, I’d like you to meet the band. I figured you’d want to get some pictures of them before we start shooting.” 

I looked over the picture I had just taken of the drum set, something vaguely familiar about the logo, but then glanced up at the five men standing in front of me; the one in the middle with the bright gray eyes immediately catching my gaze. 

My breath caught in my throat as I nearly tripped over my feet when his jaw went slack, the familiarity slapping both of us in the face. 

“River?” 

The richness of his voice brought back all of those other memories I did my best to push away. I stood frozen, unable to move or say anything, while my brain tried to catch up on the man that stood in front of me; the one I hadn’t seen in ten years. 

The one that broke his promise. 

“Andy.”

Highschool. Senior year. One week before graduation. 

I pounded on the bedroom window as the rain assaulted me with no end in sight, drenching me from head to toe. The rain mixed with the salty tears that rolled down my cheeks as I continued to beat my palm against the glass while standing on the makeshift ladder we made of three cinder blocks. I needed a way to reach his window in times like this. There was no way I could walk through his front door looking like this where his parents could see and ask questions. 

“Damn it, Andy! Wake up!” I cried, still pounding on the window. 

The storm was a constant onslaught of rain, lightning, and thunder, so I knew it was hard for him to hear me. But that didn’t stop me. 

Finally, after a few minutes of crying and pounding on the window, Andy’s sleep-filled eyes stared at me through the curtain covering his window. I saw all the emotions run through his intense gaze. 

Confusion. 

Realization. 

And when he gave my face one long once over, the emotion that crossed the soft features of his face, I knew there was no way I’d be able to excuse my dad’s actions this time. 

Anger. 

“River,” his voice instantly soothing me when he opened the window, helping me inside. “What the fuck happened?” 

My body convulsed in shivers and I wrapped my arms around me to help keep some of my body heat. 

“I–I-I’m fi-fine,” my teeth chattered loudly in the quiet room. 

“Bullshit,” Andy spat while running a hand through his long black hair. “You’ve got a nasty cut under your eye and your lip is busted.” 

Now with the rain not washing away the blood, I could taste the bitter crimson on my lips and felt it pooling in my eye. I didn’t have to look at myself to know that the cut was deep and needed stitches. 

Typically, my dad made sure to hit me in places that I could easily hide. But tonight was different. I told him that once I graduated, I had plans to leave Ohio and move to North Carolina to start over; fresh. 

“Not with my money,” he spat.

Literally. 

When I told him I didn’t need his money and that I had other plans, he snorted while stubbing out his cigarette. 

“With that little boyfriend of yours? Sweety, he’ll drop you the second you follow him to that big fancy city.” 

“Fuck you!” I screamed. “You know nothing about Andy!” 

My cursing set him off and that's when the first slap happened, causing my busted lip. This time, I fought back, but in the end, it didn’t matter. My dad’s strength overpowered me as he threw me across the floor, face skidding along some of the broken glass from the cup I had thrown at him before. 

Hence the nasty cut underneath my eye. 

Andy’s sighing brought me back and I then noticed he was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. I’d seen him like this many times before since we were best friends but something about seeing him like this tonight, made my insides burn low. 

I’d had a crush on him since freshman year when he stepped between me and Alexa Dread from taking my camera and breaking it; again. Ever since that day, Andy and I were inseparable. We knew everything about each other and we always confided in each other about our feelings. 

Just not for each other. 

My feelings for him began to grow with each passing day but I had to watch him date girls that weren’t me with a fake smile because I needed to be happy for my best friend. 

He’d never feel the same way and that was something I came to terms with a while ago. 

My eyes grazed over the scattered ink on his arms, the random designs always taking my breath away. He was eighteen so was able to get the tattoos without the permission of his parents. 

I, however, was one month shy of turning eighteen and I’d been counting down the days. Ready to run from all of this the minute the clock struck midnight.

“Fuck, River. You’re shaking,” Andy’s hand reached for me, leading me to the adjacent bathroom off of his bedroom. 

“I d-didn’t know wh-where el-se to go-go,” I did my best to speak over my body shaking. 

He hushed me with a gentle squeeze of my hand. “You know you can always come here. You always have a place here, Riv.” 

I swallowed thickly at his nickname for me.

“You need to shower but I want to clean that cut first,” he motioned towards the soaked clothes that were clinging to me like a second skin. “Take them off.” 

I stilled at his words. While Andy had no problem walking around in his underwear around me, I, on the other hand, could not muster up that kind of courage. 

“I can’t,” I shook my head. 

His bright eyes narrowed through the thickness of his black hair. “Either you take those clothes off or I will. The last thing you need right now is to catch pneumonia.” 

Gnawing on the inside of my cheek, I still didn’t make a move, which caused Andy to sigh. 

“I’ll turn around so you can undress, and keep your bra and underwear on. I’ll keep my face on yours when I clean your cut,” he reassured me with a gentle smile. 

“Okay,” I said finally. 

Before he turned around, Andy turned on the shower so the steam could fill the bathroom and keep me warm while he cleaned the cut. Staying true to his word, he turned his back to me, and as quick as I could, I ripped off the wet clothes. The sound it made falling to the tiled floor made me cringe and I covered myself with my arms. 

My bra and underwear were not cute, nothing he’d seen his past girlfriends wear, so to say I was embarrassed was an understatement. A simple pair of black cotton panties and a red bra. 

“You can turn around,” I said softly.

Andy slowly turned around and kept his eyes straight ahead on my face as he motioned to the closed toilet seat. While I sat, I watched his back muscles contort as he rummaged around underneath the sink for the first aid kit. 

“Won't your parents wonder why you’re taking a shower at two in the morning?” I asked. 

He snorted his laughter, still rummaging underneath the sink. “They would never question why their teenage son would be taking a shower in the middle of the night.” 

“Huh?” I said, utterly confused. 

Andy glanced up at me from his kneeling position with his brows raised and a playful smirk. Suddenly, it clicked on what he meant. 

“Oh, right,” I muttered low; the image of his hand around his cock pumping it slowly then fast replaying in my mind like a movie. 

I’d never seen him do that but I’d thought about it a handful of times. 

“This might sting a bit,” Andy said, kneeling in front of me now; his eyes remaining on my face. 

“I’ve had worse,” I tried to joke but the stern look from him made my shoulders fall and I muttered an apology. 

“You need to leave home, River,” he said while soaking a cotton pad in peroxide. 

I shook my head. “And go where? I have no money and no other relatives that will take me in.” 

“You know my parents will let you stay in the guest room for as long as you need.” 

I snorted. “Right. I don’t think your girlfriend would like the idea of me staying down the hall from you.” 

Andy’s eyes snapped away from the cotton ball to my face. “We broke up.” 

I did my best to keep a straight face when my heart nearly soared out of my chest. 

“When?” 

“The other day. She wanted to have sex and I said no so she broke up with me,” his voice told me that he wasn't upset about it. 

My brows furrowed together. “You said no to sex with Ashley Jenks? You’re not sick are you?” 

I made a play of touching his forehead with the back of my hand, our laughter echoing in the small bathroom. 

“No,” he grabbed my hand, not letting it go right away. “I’m not going to give my virginity to the first girl that throws themself at me. Or in this case, the fourth.” 

I blinked. “You’re still a virgin?” 

Andy finally let go of my hand and I frowned at the loss of warmth. 

“I know it’s shocking but call me old school. I’m waiting until I find the right person.” 

Our eyes met in an intense battle of who would look away first but neither of us was faltering. 

“I am too,” I said quietly. 

For the briefest of moments, I saw his eyes widen before he played it off by holding up the soaked cotton ball. 

“I’m sorry for the sting.” 

I urged him on with a nod and didn’t even flinch when the cool liquid met my skin finally as Andy cleaned the cut on my cheek. Silence fell between us as he then cleaned the dried blood on my face and when his warm breath fanned over the cut to dry it, I nearly melted into him; skin rising with goosebumps. 

“I don’t think you’ll need stitches,” he murmured while looking closely at the cut. 

I sucked in a breath when I realized his lips were mere meters from mine and dared a glance down to his full lips. They were practically begging to be kissed and I wanted to be the one to do it. 

“I’ll put a bandaid on it after my shower,” I said. 

With me still sitting on the toilet and Andy kneeling in front of me, I spread my legs wide so he was able to get as close as he could to cleaning the cut. Now that he was finished, it was as if he had no idea where to place his hands so they rested on the wall behind me, his long body leaning over me. 

“You’re not going back tonight, River,” his voice was deep as he stared down at me. 

With shaking fingers, I brushed away the strands of hair from his face so I could see those gray eyes. 

“I know.” 

I tracked the movement of his Adam's apple as it bobbed low when he swallowed, his eyes finally grazing lower than my face. Down to the swell of my breasts and the slight pudge of skin around my stomach. 

I wasn't the skinniest of girls, another reason why I was bullied, but Andy never commented on it. 

“You should get in the shower,” his voice broke the trance between us. “Your lips are blue.” 

When his finger ghosted over my mouth, I let out a soft moan desperately wanting to feel the pressure of his touch everywhere. 

Suddenly like a ghost, Andy had vanished from the bathroom back into his bedroom, leaving me all alone. Since the door was now shut, I rose from the toilet and stripped out of my remaining clothes. 

The hot water stung like a blade against my sore skin and I groaned out in pleasure. I didn’t want to take a long shower only because the water had already been running for a while before stepping beneath it. I washed away the memories of today with Andy’s soap and wrapped a towel around me after I stepped out of the shower. 

“Shit, what am I supposed to wear?” I grumbled to myself.

Slowly opening the bathroom door, the light burst into Andy’s bedroom and lit up his form lounging on his bed reading a Batman comic. 

“Andy,” I said while shuffling my feet and clutching the towel close to my chest. “I don’t have any clothes.” 

Setting the comic down, he hopped off the bed and went across the room, opening the drawers of his dresser to pull out a pair of boxers and a shirt. 

“We’ll swing by your house at some point tomorrow to grab you some clothes. You’ll stay here for the weekend,” he said while standing in front of me.

I took the clothes with one hand. “Thank you.” 

Before in the bathroom, Andy made sure not to look at the bruises covering my skin but now, he made sure to take in every single one that he could see. 

The fingers imprinted around my neck. 

The bruise on my shoulder, left arm, and legs. 

These were the ones that he could see. The ones underneath the towel around me were worse. 

His jaw ticked with the anger he so desperately tried to keep within, knowing that one outburst from him would cause me to fall into myself. 

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” I whispered. 

Andy’s eyes were dark but his voice was gentle. “Let me see all of it.” 

I vigorously shook my head. “I’m fine, Andy. I just want to get dressed and go to sleep.” 

All at once, I felt my body being pressed up against the wall and the towel falling to the floor at my feet. Andy’s gaze ignited as he pressed his hips against mine causing a shockwave throughout my body. His clothed cock brushed along my bare clit and I let out a moan while my eyes fluttered shut. 

“Riv.”

My eyes snapped open when I felt his hand cup my cheek. Tears burned at the corners and he gently wiped them away with the pad of his thumb. 

“Please,” I begged. “Don’t look. They’re ugly. I’m ugly.” 

The burning anger in his iris softened at my cries but still kept me locked in place against the wall with his hips. 

“You’re beautiful, angel,” he admitted with a steady voice. 

Angel. 

It was Andy’s nickname for me ever since sophomore year when I dressed up as a fallen angel for Halloween. We were too old to go trick or treating but not cool enough for parties so we both decided to get dressed up and spend the night in his basement getting drunk. 

It was also the night I had my first kiss. We were sitting on the couch in his basement, a few drinks in, and I had my head resting on Andy’s shoulder trying so hard to stay awake for the horror movie he put on. When I looked up at him, I was shocked to see that he was already staring at me and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. It was a short kiss, over before I could enjoy it. 

“Shit, sorry,” he apologized. “I drank too much.”

We never talked about that kiss after that night, both of us burying it away; much to my dismay. 

“I’m not,” I cast my eyes away from him. 

His warm breath fanned across the crook of my neck as he peppered kisses on the bruises there. 

“Let me show you.” 

Yet again our eyes locked with intensity, so fierce it set the space around us on fire. Andy’s hand moved down my cheek, over my neck, and the space between my breasts. I bit back a moan when his finger and thumb rolled one of my perked nipples between them. 

“Will you let me show you?” He asked, nuzzling his face in my neck. 

I licked my lips. “What about waiting for the right person?” 

“She’s already in front of me,” Andy admitted before crashing his lips to mine. 

My body had come alive with his touch and everything I wanted since freshman year was coming to fruition. Andy wanted me just as much as I wanted him. Our lips synced together perfectly, never missing a beat, as he lifted me and carried me to his bed. 

That night, we both gave each other something we held so dear to ourselves. Afterward, as we lay together with our naked bodies tangled underneath his sheets, Andy pressed a kiss to my forehead when I cried in his chest, scared to go back home once Monday morning came. 

“I hate being alone there. I’m afraid he’ll go too far and kill me.” 

“You don’t ever have to be alone, River,” his soothing voice cooed in my ear as he cupped my cheek. 

I looked up at him through the tears and choked on a sob. “Promise you’ll stay with me?”

He smiled that smile I fell in love with years ago. “I promise.” 

Andy lied. 

Four days later, he packed up his entire life and moved to Hollywood without a simple goodbye. 

PRESENT DAY. 

“River?” 

I blinked while shaking my head, trying to gather my bearings again. The past had sucked me in whole, forcing me to relive that night over again. I couldn't believe Any was standing in front of me again after all these years, the moonlight breaking through the stained glass windows of the church bathed him in a glow made for kings. Even though he looked different than the last time I’d seen him, with more tattoos and shorter hair; tonight he had a small white patch in his hair. I could vaguely make out the old lip-piercing hole and I remembered how the cool metal tasted against my tongue when we kissed. 

He, along with the guys around him, were dressed in their outfits for the video, so I was able to see the tattoos that littered his neck, chest, and stomach. However, those eyes were still the same. 

Those haunting gray eyes stared into the soul I previously just captured again as he waited for me to say something. 

Do I play it off like I don't remember him? 

Right, like you could forget the guy that took your virginity. 

Do I ignore him and go about work like a professional? 

How is ignoring the person you’re supposed to be working with professional? 

I was starting to grow tired of the little voice inside my head. 

Vincent glanced between Andy and me, pointing a finger. “Do you two know each other?” 

“We went to high school together,” Andy answered before I could. 

“No shit,” Vincent chuckled. “What a small world.” 

“Right,” I snorted venomously. 

Andy’s eyes sliced into me but I ignored him by giving him my back and looking over at Vincent. 

“I’ll get shots of them later. Radio me when you’re ready.” 

When he nodded, I took that as my cue to leave although I made it only a few steps before my name was called from behind. 

“You’re not even going to say hello, Riv.” 

I spun so fast on my heels, the end of my braid snapped to the other side of my face and I pointed a finger at Andy. 

“I’m not doing this with you. Not here and especially not right now. Both of us have a job to do. Let’s keep it that way.” 

One of the guys next to Andy watched us carefully and I could practically see the light click on above his head. 

“Wait, River as in River from high school,” the guy said. 

“Yeah, Jinxx,” Andy answered before taking a step towards me. 

I took a large step away from him. “I already said I’m here to do my job, that’s it.” 

Before he could try and sweet talk his way into my life, just like that night, I turned back around and marched out of the church, calling back that I was going to take some shots of it. 

Once outside, I let the cold night air brush the hot tears away from my face as my heart nearly burst out from my chest, sobs echoing throughout the vastness of the sky. 

No. This cannot be happening. 

For the last nine years, I spent my life crying over that man, wondering what I did wrong that night to make him leave me behind. He promised to stay with me but still left. 

Was I not good enough? Worthy of being by his side? 

Nine years I spent stuck in Ohio wondering why with the bitter taste of Hennessy, drinking away my sorrows and regrets. It wasn’t until a year ago when I finally questioned myself in the reflection of the bottle that I took whatever money I had left from selling my father's house after he died to move across the county to California. 

The last year I spent building myself up to the women I was now and creating my career empire with my photography. I refused to let the past crumble everything I worked so hard for; no matter how good he looked now or how bad I wanted to taste his lips again. 

“Get a hold of yourself,” I seethed. “He left you.” 

The sound of music from inside blasted through the walls of the church letting me know that they started shooting and choosing not to dwell on Andy showing back up into my life, I took a few shots of the church outside. Then I reluctantly walked back inside knowing I couldn’t avoid him forever and decided to get some pictures of the guys. 

Andy’s eyes quickly found me but I did my best to ignore him by hiding behind my camera. His voice erupted through the speakers and it brought back every single time during music class in high school when he would sing in front of the class or solo for me in his bedroom. 

My bottom lip trembled as I blew out a shaky breath while walking over to where Vincent sat, just as he yelled cut. 

“Did you get your shots?” He wondered. 

Clicking back through all of the pictures, I pursed my lips at the realization that while I got great shots of the other band members, I hadn’t gotten any shots of Andy mostly because I avoided him at all costs. 

“I need some of Andy,” I said with a long breath. 

“No problem. I think we got everything we need with this scene. Next up is the scene of him sitting in the pew alone so you can get them now,” Vincent patted my shoulder as he stood from the chair. 

“Lovely,” I grumbled while walking back towards the altar of the church directly in Andy’s path. 

He was talking with one of his band members but when he caught sight of me, he met me halfway. 

“Riv,” he began. 

“Don’t,” I seethed, walking past him. “You lost the right to call me that when you left me.” 

“Can I explain please?” Andy asked while reaching for my elbow. 

I yanked it out of his grasp, ready to move to the opposite side of the church when his voice halted me. 

“Angel.” 

Whirling around so fast, I nearly dropped my camera to the ground when I pushed him in his chest. 

“Don’t you fucking ever call me that again!” I nearly screamed. “You don’t have the right to call me that.” 

Anytime I heard that name, all I would think about was our first kiss and the night we slept together. 

His eyes softened, almost begging me to listen. “Please, angel. I have to explain-.” 

“NO!” My voice echoed inside the church. “There’s nothing to explain, Andy. Anything that comes out of your mouth is a lie.” 

“Do you guys need a moment?” Vincent’s voice carried over to us. 

“No!” 

“Yes!” 

Andy and I both said at the same time. 

“You know what, I think a break is a good idea. Let’s take thirty and come back,” Vincent directed to everyone with a wave of a finger. 

Having every intention of spending that thirty minutes alone in my trailer, I brushed past Andy and nearly tripped over my feet as I ran down the concrete steps, the vision of my solace getting closer and closer. Just before I could slam the door shut behind me, it closed on a body with an audible ouch. 

“Leave me alone, Andy!” I yelled. 

He stood tall in the small confines of the trailer, his broad chest heaving with each deep breath from chasing after me. His bare chest underneath his opened jacket and for a second, I allowed myself to study those visible tattoos. The eagle on his sternum, the sword in the crease of his stomach, the tiger neck to it. I couldn’t make out the tattoo across his neck or chest but I could make out the 26 in a hear on his neck.  

“Not until you let me explain,” he said. 

I grabbed the end of my braid, ripping it out so my dark hair could fall around my shoulders. 

“I swear to fucking God himself, if you say explain one more time I’m going to-.” 

“Do what, angel?” He raised a brow while resting his hands on his hips. 

I pointed to the door. “Get out.”

Andy didn’t move. 

“You're unbelievable,” I growled while making a beeline for the door instead, only to have him block my path. 

“I had to leave.” 

I blinked up at him, mouth agape. “What?” 

We were so close now, his familiar scent encasing me with its vise grip, and my mind kept screaming at me to create space. 

He ran a hand over his short hair and took a deep breath. “I had to leave. That Monday morning after you left, I got a call from an agent in Los Angeles offering me a small gig in a commercial. It's what I needed to get my foot in the door, to get Black Veil Brides started, so I took it. But I had to be out there the day after they called me.” 

“So you left me behind, without a single fucking goodbye,” I sneered, pushing past him to the other side of the trailer. 

“I didn’t have a choice!” Andy’s voice was raised now, it echoing off the walls. 

“You could have told me! You know I would have followed you!” I shot back. 

He began pacing the narrow space while having his hands on his hips. “I couldn’t, River. Not without knowing that everything would have paid off in the end. I couldn’t have you with me while I suffered.” 

I chuckled dryly. “Oh but suffering back home alone was fine with you?” 

“I wanted to reach out and check on how you were doing,” his shoulders slumped. 

“My number has been the same,” I held out my hands. “I lived in the same fucking house for nine years after you left. You could have come to see me.”

When he said nothing, his lips unmoving, I grew angrier and pushed his chest, ten years of holding everything in finally exploding. 

“You lied!” 

Push. 

“You left me with him to beat on me for another three fucking years until he died!”

Push. 

“You made me a promise and broke it!” 

I cried with one final push, causing Andy to fall back onto the couch, stormy eyes staring up at me. Tears were streaming down my face and my eyes burned with anger for the man in front of me. 

“You told me you would never leave me,” I snarled through gritted teeth. “You said you wouldn’t and you fucking did.” 

When he reached for my hand, I smacked it away. 

“Please, angel,” he begged. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me. But I wasn’t in the best place. I couldn’t have you be with me, seeing all that shit. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

“Just tell me all you wanted from me was sex so I can finally put the nail in the coffin, Andy,” I said with a shaky breath. 

His face fell. “That’s not even remotely true, River.” 

“It doesn’t matter anyway. After tonight, you’ll go back to your band and life as a rockstar.” 

With my back turned, I gathered my camera and was ready to get back to work when an arm wrapped around me from behind. 

“Come with me, angel,” Andy’s soft voice brushed along the shell of my ear. 

When I felt myself falling into his embrace, almost ready to give in, I pushed away from him. He made me so mad I could throw something at him. My camera or the chair. 

Myself. 

“You’re insane,” I shook my head.  

He linked our hands together so I could face him, the pleading bright in his eyes. “Give me a chance to make up for the last ten years.” 

I stared blankly at him, trying to determine if this was a cruel trick. 

“You don’t deserve my time, Andy. What we used to have is gone, you can’t fix it or try to bring it back.” 

“You’re not even going to let me try?” He asked. 

“Why should I? So that you can break my heart again? You don’t realize how much of myself I gave to you; parts I can never take back. You were my first kiss!” I raised my voice. 

He blinked. “I didn’t know that.” 

I scoffed while shaking my head again. “Of course you didn’t, Andy. Because you never brought it up again. You blamed it on the alcohol that night. What’s your excuse for the night we lost our virginity to each other?” 

Before Andy could speak, I waved him off and headed towards the door of the trailer. 

“It’s not even worth it anymore,” I muttered with my hand on the handle. 

Suddenly in a whirlwind, I felt myself being hoisted up and pressed against the bathroom door. Those dark gray eyes were reading my face, assessing every movement of my gaze as it burned into him. Andy held my hands pinned to my sides and kept me locked into place with his hips. The imprint of his cock was felt against the material of my leggings and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep the moan quiet. 

It’d been so long since I felt his touch and I was ready to throw out everything, all of my morals, just to have him again. 

“River,” his hand cupped my cheek, the coolness of his rings almost a shock to my warm skin. 

I said nothing, simply glaring up at him with a clenched jaw. 

“Riv. Come with me.” 

AnDy breathed over my lips and I nearly lost it. But I still kept strong, not wanting to be the first one to falter. I worked so hard to build myself back up after he left and there was no way I could allow myself to fall. 

Not again. 

His thumb lifted my chin, keeping it locked in his grip, and his eyes dropped to my lips; a silent question. 

“Fuck you,” I spat. 

Something dark flashed in Andy’s eyes as a sinister smirk played on his lips. One that I recognized all too well even though it was never directed at me.

“I don’t ever remember you being such a brat,” he tsked. 

I swallowed thickly, unsure how the tension between us went from anger to sexual, but at that moment with him eyeing me hungrily, I didn’t want to question it. 

“How could you remember? You’ve been gone for ten years,” I shot back. 

Andy pressed his hips harder against me and this time I wasn’t able to hold back the moan. It slipped through my lips with sheer pleasure and I let my head fall against the door behind me. 

“I wasn’t drunk the night we slept together, River,” Andy’s hand wrapped around my neck, thumb now on my pulse point. “Or that entire weekend.” 

My cheeks flushed when I remembered we had sex multiple times that weekend. We never left his bedroom and thankfully, his parents left the next morning for a friend's wedding so they had no idea I was there. 

“All I ever wanted was you,” his voice was low. 

I raised my chin at him. “You have a funny way of showing it.” 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, an action I watched intently, and then his voice dropped even lower. Those usually bright eyes were dark and it made the air thick, heated, and full of spice. It made it harder to breathe as his grip tightened around my throat slightly.  

“Let me show you.” 

Those four words sent both of us back to his bedroom during high school and just like that night, I succumbed to the darkness that was Andy Biersack; consequences be damned. 

“Are you still waiting for the right person?” My question was a breath over his lips. 

A low noise rumbled in Andy’s chest as his hand gripped behind my neck, yanking my mouth to his. 

“She’s right in front of me.” 

Every single doubt and fight I had within me vanished the second our lips touched, those familiar fireworks exploding. My hands were all over Andy; his neck, chest, ribs, and back as they sneaked underneath his jacket. While one of his hands continued to grip the back of my neck, the other held tight on my hip so I couldn’t leave. 

As if I wanted to. 

Our tongues molded together and he swallowed my moan when his teeth bit down on my bottom lip. For a moment, reality struck with clarity and I pushed Andy off of me, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. 

“You need to leave,” I warned, breathless. 

His lips were kiss swollen and his jacket was falling off of his shoulders as those stormy eyes never left my lips. 

“Do you want that? Because if you do, I’ll leave right now.” 

When I remained silent, Andy smirked while grasping the back of my head to crash his lips on mine again, this time with more hunger. It was as if he was a man starved, desperate for his last meal. 

“You need to go,” I groaned when his lips began trailing down my chin and neck. 

“Go where?” He asked. “Here?” 

A gentle bite to the shell of my ear. 

“Or here?” 

A kiss on the sensitive part of my skin between my neck and shoulder which caused me to shiver in his embrace. 

“What about here, angel? Do you want me here?” 

The head of his cock brushed along my clit from underneath our clothes and I nearly fell at his feet until Andy’s strong arms lifted me to carry me over to the small twin-size bed on the other end of the trailer. 

“It’s like we're back in my childhood bedroom with this small ass bed,” he grumbled.

I fell onto the cheap mattress with a slight giggle but it was hushed with Andy consuming me once more. My entire soul went up in a fiery blaze when he began rutting his hips into me and it was as if we were a couple of teenagers again making out and thinking that was the best part of it. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other as I helped him out of his jacket and he all but ripped my sweater off, leaving me in an olive green bralette. 

His eyes darkened before he left teeth marks between the swell of my breasts, lapping up his saliva and dried sweat from the day and I raked my nails through the buzzed hair. 

“I miss your long hair,” I gasped, feeling his tongue slip between the material of my bra and catching my nipple. 

“I’ve missed the way you tasted, River,” Andy mused while kissing his way back up to my lips.

This time the kiss was slow, as if we had the rest of our lives together and there was no need to rush anything. It was like he was trying to imprint me into him, never wanting to forget anything again. 

I reached for the button on his pants, pulling down the zipper to slip my hand inside, palming his hard cock. 

Holy. Shit. 

It was a lot thicker than ten years ago. 

“Shit, Riv,” he cursed when I squeezed him. “Just like that.” 

I did it a few more times while his forehead fell to my chest, panting his warm breath over my skin. I lifted his face with my other hand to kiss him again, the savageness poured out of him. 

The room smelled of our desperation as I shimmied out of my leggings while he stepped out of his pants, after unhooking my bra and tossing it over his shoulder. As Andy stood at the end of the bed, I let my eyes rake over every defined muscle of his body; tongue begging for a simple taste of the ink on his skin and the head of his cock that was almost slipping through his briefs; the black briefs doing absolutely nothing to hide his arousal. 

Rising to my knees on the bed, I ran my palm over his cock again, his entire body shivering underneath my touch.

"Fuck, angel,” Andy groaned before his teeth grasped at my bottom lip, yanking it away from me. 

I hissed in pleasure, the taste of copper lingering on my tongue.

"Did you-." I licked my bottom lip and then tilted my head to the side. "Did you just bite me?"

Andy pushed me back down on the bed so he could take in the sight of me bare for him; those stormy eyes were now clear with only one thing. 

Heat. 

“I can’t believe I went ten years without this,” he muttered to himself while stepping out of his briefs, his cock finally springing free. 

I licked my lips at the sight of it, salivating for a taste of the precum that he smeared over the head. But instead, I felt like being a brat with Andy, not allowing him to think I wasn’t still upset with him. 

“It’s your own fucking fault,” I shot back with a sly smirk, resting on my elbows. 

My squeals echoed in the trailer when Andy flipped my tiny frame over on the mattress so my ass was exposed to his palm, a hard strike falling onto it. I writhed against the bed when another harsh strike came down on my ass, my mewls of pleasure being drowned out by the pillow. 

“You’re such an ass,” I seethed when the spankings stopped. 

Andy palmed my reddened cheek while looming over my back, his breath warm on my neck. 

“Do you still like it rough, River?” His question was heavy on his tongue. 

That weekend we spent together, I divulged what kind of kinks I might have been into due to my own research. Andy let me try things with him while I did the same and needless to say, all these years later he still knew exactly what my body needed to come alive for him. 

Instead of answering, I raised my hips from the bed with his name falling from my lips in a whine full of desperation. Andy had barely touched me but the wetness between my legs was warm and sticky.

I needed this release more than oxygen. 

"What do you want from me?" His fingers dragged up my slick folds from his position behind me before slipping one inside, the feeling of his rings making me stiffen. 

My head was turned to the side so I could gaze up at him over my shoulder. However, he wasn't looking at me. His eyes were trained hard on his finger pumping in and out of my pussy, the sounds of my arousal overpowering the sounds of my panting. Seeing the desperation on his face as he tried to hold himself back made me push my ass closer to Andy. 

“Use your words, Riv,” he ordered while flicking his eyes to me for a moment. 

I shook my head, words foreign when he slipped another finger inside of me, spreading them wide like a V. 

“Did you forget how to speak?” 

Andy clicked his tongue against his teeth, ready to pull his fingers out when my begging halted him. 

"You. I just want you."

The bed shifted behind me when I noticed Andy disappear only to feel the wetness of his tongue press against my pussy to lick my arousal. The sharpness of his teeth scraped along my clit as he buried his face deeper into the sweet spot between my legs. 

“You still taste so good, River,” he mused, pressing gentle kisses on the inside of my thigh. 

“Don’t stop,” I all but whined, wanting to feel his tongue again. 

Andy ate me out from behind with both hands on my hips, continuing to keep me in place as my body writhed on the bed from the onslaught of his mouth. When his lips wrapped around my clit to suck hard on the sensitive bud, I screamed out his name. 

“Andy,” I drowned it out with a moan. “It’s so good. I’m so close.” 

With the indication my orgasm was on the brink of collapse, he slipped a finger inside of me again. While his mouth was a rough attack on my clit, his finger was a gentle caress of my inner walls with slow strokes. Sheer ecstasy was slowly building at the base of my spine, warming up all of my senses until I felt like I could combust at any moment. Andy flicked his tongue over my clit and I buried my face into the pillow, the musky scent of my wellness tickling my nose as my body shook out my orgasm. My cries of release sounded like music to Andy’s ears as he hummed in praise, drinking up my arousal as it gushed over his tongue and fingers. 

It had been so long since I had an orgasm that wasn’t brought on by my hand or a toy. I lay limp on the bed, breathless, as the after-shocks slowly began to fade along with the hazy bright lights, my soul returning from wherever it retreated to. I barely felt the kisses upon my thigh and then lower back as Andy dragged a finger down my spine. 

“Still on birth control?” He asked, lust gone from his voice for a second. 

I nodded while glancing over my shoulder and seeing my arousal coating his lips. The sight was so intoxicating that I almost uttered those three words that plagued my existence since I first met him. 

“River,” he tapped my back, bringing me out of my thoughts. 

“Implant,” I replied. 

My head leaned back in pure bliss when Andy dug his nails into my hips as he pressed himself past my wetness, the thickness of his cock filling me. It twitched inside of me, earning a disgustingly desperate groan from me. 

It felt nothing like it did ten years ago. It felt better. 

Andy left no space between us as he held us in place on the small mattress and I tried to move my hips in his grip. It was so rough, I knew I would have bruises later but frankly, I didn’t care. All I cared about was how good it felt to have him inside of me again. 

“So tight, angel. I can’t-.” 

His eyes fluttered shut as his lips parted to an 'O' shape when I rocked my hips against him with my swollen clit rubbing against the cool blanket and I shivered at the sensation. Everything from our fight to our kiss sent me in a spiral of pure ecstasy and I felt the coil in my stomach pulling tight again. My previous orgasm was still lingering and it didn’t take long before I felt that familiar tingly feeling in my spine. 

“Andy, I’m going to-.” 

Still inside of me, he managed to flip me over so now I was staring up at those dark eyes; pupils blown wide with lust. Now, Andy didn’t hold back as he hooked my leg up and around his shoulder so he could thrust in a deeper angle. 

“Oh god,” I closed my eyes, the new sensation causing the coil to hurt. 

“Eyes on me, River!” He snapped with a low growl and I immediately obeyed. "You're so fucking beautiful, angel. I’m sorry I left you. I’m sorry it’s been ten years.” 

I didn’t want to hear his apology. I only wanted to have that coil spring free with my second orgasm. I attacked his lips with such force Andy had to hold himself up with one hand on the headboard, the other slipping between the place where our bodies met to play with my clit; exactly how I liked. Our tongues explored each other's mouths in a kiss so vicious it made my head spin.  Andy’s pace was erratic and merciless but it didn’t stop me from begging. 

"More," I mumbled into his lips.

That's all he needed before he maneuvered us so he sat in the middle of the bed with me in his lap and he held me closer to his chest as his hips snapped up into me in violent strokes, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot. I yelled out my pleasure, exposing my neck to Andy who immediately attacked it with his teeth leaving bite marks all along the skin sticky with sweat.

My body hummed in a prayer-like awaking, the flames and heat burning high in my belly as my organs crested higher; so fucking high I was afraid I would combust into nothing but matter in the air. His name fell from my lips in devotion, a woman praying to her God, and my toes curled as the orgasm ripped through me with so much force I screamed out in pure nirvana.

“I love you, River,” Andy professed with a strangled breath as he spilled himself inside of me, cock throbbing with his release. 

“What did you say?” I questioned, almost unsure if I had heard him correctly. 

He cupped my cheek, eyes softening. “I love you.” 

My bottom lip trembled at those three words; the words I wanted to hear for years. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to say it,” Andy brushed away my hair from my face. “But it’s true. I’m at a better place where now admitting it out loud doesn't scare me.”

We stayed like that, bodies tangled together in the silence for a few long moments until he laid us on the bed. I very quickly detached myself from him so I could put some space between us. 

Although he admitted how he felt, I wasn't ready to yet. I knew that I loved him ever since high school, but it was my turn to be afraid of what would happen if I admitted it out loud.

Instead, I remained silent while lying on my stomach on the bed, resting my chin on my hand to gaze down at his tattoos again. One of them immediately caught my attention and I smiled at it, a fond memory cresting to the surface. 

“I remember being with you when you got this,” I whispered while trailing a finger over the black and yellow Batman logo on his arm. 

“I still have the comics you got me for my birthday,” he said while propping his arm behind his head. 

My heart skipped at that because it meant that he was thinking of me during our time away.

“But you couldn’t come to see me,” I muttered under my breath as I turned from him. 

Andy reached for me to pull my back to his chest and lock me into place with a leg over my hips. His left hand grazed up and down my arm, sending shivers all over my skin, and I let out a soft breath. 

“Will you stay with me, River?”

I sat on his question for a few long beats, letting it sink in if it was something I truly wanted. My life in Hollywood wasn’t set in place, I’d always been on the move. But the thought of uprooting everything to be with Andy scared the shit out of me. How could I trust that he won’t leave me again? 

Then why did you sleep with him? You plan on leaving after this, so you’re no better than him.

“Why now?” I sat up to gaze down at him, his arm falling away from me. “How come now you want to make things work between us?” 

He hesitated with inner turmoil eating away inside as he slowly sat up and ran a hand over his short hair. 

“I was married for six years. The divorce was finalized last year.” 

My heart sank into the depths of my stomach; no farther. It fell straight to Tartarus. 

“We were together for a total of eight years but the longer our relationship went on I began to realize it wasn’t what I wanted. Who I wanted,” Andy explained. 

There was absolutely no reason for me to be upset with him because while he was married, I had been casually dating. None of them were ever serious enough to last more than a few months. But it still caused an ache in my heart. 

“Then why did you stay with her for as long as you did?” I asked. 

Andy has a soft smile. “I loved her, in a different way than I love you. But sometimes that kind of love isn’t enough. Not when someone else held my heart first.” 

Tears burned in my eyes and I blew out a shaky breath. “If that were true, Andy, then you would have come to me first. You wouldn’t have gotten married.”

Removing myself from his grasp, I began slipping on my discarded pieces of clothing while he continued to sit in bed, naked. 

“I’m not saying I’m perfect, River. But I’ve grown a lot in the last few years. The Andy you used to know wouldn’t have been good for you.” 

“And now?” I asked with my hands on my hips. 

The smile that played on his lips grew wider. “Now, I would love to have you come on the road with me. We leave in a few days for our North America leg then jump overseas for a few weeks. Plenty of time to make up for old times and prove I’ve changed.” 

I laughed. “You want me to stop what I’m doing here to come follow you? Give up potential jobs? Just to be your roadie?” 

Andy’s jaw twitched but with a deep breath, he gathered himself from the bed and stepped back into his briefs and pants. 

“You can be our photographer. I’ll talk it over with our management team, that way you can be getting paid.” 

I pursed my lips in consideration because his offer was a pretty good one. But was it worth spending all that time together?

You love and miss him. 

I sighed at the voice in my head, knowing it was true. Seeing him again brought up all the old feelings I spent years burying, trying to forget, and it was clear that Andy still felt the same.  

“You remember all the plans we made? When we were hoping for better days? You wanted to become a photographer and I wanted to sing in a band. We have that now. What’s stopping you from saying yes?” He took a small step towards me. 

“The promise you betrayed,” I said flatly.  

Andy’s shoulders fell. “You don’t have to forgive me for leaving you, Riv. But I swear to you that if you come with me, I will spend every day from here on out proving to you that you’re all I want.” 

When I didn’t say anything, he wrapped his arms around me and oh so gently, laid a kiss on my lips. 

“I love you, River Murray,” he professed. “We can start over; fresh. But only if this is something you want. If not, then we can both leave with some closure and go our separate ways.” 

I couldn’t explain the way my heart physically ached with the thought of leaving tonight and forgetting about Andy. Even with all the anger and hurt, I couldn't imagine acting like tonight didn’t happen. Maybe there was a small possibility that we could work through our issues, gain that trust back, and finally find what we were desperate to have. 

But the betrayal weighed heavy in my soul along with the fear of Andy doing it again, only this time while I was with him and leaving me stranded. 

“River, if you’re with Andy, can you have him come to set? We’re ready to start again.” 

I jumped at the sudden loud crackle of the radio, Vincent’s voice breaking through the clouds of confusion. 

With a sigh, Andy slipped back into his shoes and jacket. 

“Let’s get back to work, yeah? We can talk more about this on the next break,” he said. 

I swallowed the waver in my voice as it broke. “I’m actually going to sit here for a bit since I’m not needed right now.”

Andy’s thumb brushed along the soft skin of my cheek. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, angel.” 

He left me with a kiss on the cheek and for the first time since reuniting with Andy, I fell to the ground with sobs wracking my body. Everything I worked hard to overcome was shattered by those three words and his offer. It terrified me to completely allow him in again but I also didn’t want to let him go. 

The decision was made in an instant as I rose from the floor, hastily wiping away the tears, and gathered my things together. I knew what I chose would have repercussions, some I may never recover from, but as the door of the trailer slammed behind me, it would be alright. Because my heart said it would be. 

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dreamies as your disney world boyfriend

pairing ▸ boyfriend!dreamies x reader author's note ▸ i am working on the SERIES I PROMISE GUYS... it's just quite long... oops. i needed to channel my inner disney for inspiration for this sorry. the prompt seemed to make more sense in my head so i guess it's just, 'dreamies at disney' now lol. ALSO SOME DISNEY TERMINOLOGY in there i apologize. should make sense but if it's confusing ask me lmfaooo

mark lee

photographer boyfriend obviously 

doesn’t even complain about how many photos you want to take

is actually dying inside but hides it away with dad jokes to cope with the pain

“it’s not even noon yet and dis-knees are killing me bro” 

will only complain about the heat 

“It’s like we’re on the surface on the sun dude… like satan’s armpit. that’s crazzzzyy.”

you couldn’t help but laugh

but then he just KEPT GOING

“it’s like we’re in the inside of a mouth… there are things sticking to things that-” 

and you cut him off right there.

can’t help the fact that bro is a D1 yapper.

will not wear mickey ears though no matter how much you beg him to :(  

favorite ride: slinky dog dash

least favorite ride: dumbo

huang renjun

the boyfriend that actually disney bounds with you

so y’all are disney bounding as nick wilde and judy hopps from zootopia (renjun’s idea)

chenle took him to shanghai disney once, so he’s a big fan of duffy and friends

oh how disappointed he was when he realized that the mascots don’t exist in WDW

“preferred parking? i would prefer parking to be free, thank you very much.” 

mood is very sour upon entering

“i know you’re cold but i did tell you to bring a jacket.” rude.

however once you two start collecting your first character signature he’s locked in

somehow more excited to meet the characters than the kids are? (ur 24. reality check!)

he gets more into it as the day goes on

YOU BET HE’S WEARING THE MICKEY EARS. 

although he already had fox ears on to begin with anyways

favorite ride: mickey & minnie’s runaway railway

least favorite ride: seven dwarfs mine train (it was too short)

lee jeno

foodie boyfriend 

wants a turkey leg like really badly 

“that guy has a turkey leg… sir- um sir- where did you get that turkey leg”

you have to bribe this man with food.

which honestly is okay by you because you just wanna take photos of the food.

"yknow with this ride being 50 years old, you'd think they could've made the boats a little bigger. have to man spread now" 

whatever you’re thinking of, that’s literally not what he meant. 

he’s an innocent lil guy. (seriously, it just came out wrong.)

holds ur hand on all rides. 

let’s you grab onto his muscles arms while you are nervous on the thrill rides

no mickey ears though. (it’s the bow that always throws them off)

favorite ride: rise of the resistance 

least favorite ride: teacups

lee haechan

out of pocket boyfriend who will not stfu

“bambi’s the only movie i really couldn’t watch… i could not be as strong as bambi” 

after you give him the, “wtf” look he just continues. on.

“cause if my mom died well… there goes my friend group.”

will randomly start singing disney songs in the middle of waiting for a ride. 

in those show/ride/attractions he’s the only one clapping and screaming. 

especially true for the beauty and the beast sing-a-long attraction, cause yknow he’s gonna scream his lungs out.

yeah he’ll wear mickey ears, but you bought him a goofy hat instead. It was more fitting.

“can’t believe disney made a character after me… should i sue?”

also complains a lot. way too much.

“EPCOT? more like every person comes out tired.”

favorite ride: pirates of the caribbean (he kept making a booty joke over and over again)

least favorite ride: toy story midway mania (bc he lost)

na jaemin

hardcore boyfriend photographer (pt 2) + ‘mom’ boyfriend

man knows all your best angles and where to take photos

“picture, picture over here… yes yes right… in front of the castle angel. oh that’s so pretty… in… in… down… up… okay! smile!”

you two spend like half the day taking photos, jaemin needs to show off his gf ofc.

cares for you the whole entire day, makes sure you drink enough water

aggressively refills your waterbottles every second he gets. 

“when it doubt, chug it out! (cue jaemin chugging his own bottle)

he unfortunately will not wear mickey ears. (jaemin i believed in you.)

he’s not the one being taken photos of, so no mickey ears for him.

“princess i don’t wanna hear it. the humidity is good for you. this is like nature’s pore declogging.”

favorite ride: frozen ever after

least favorite ride: none (bc he did everything with u <3)

zhong chenle

in between buying you everything and calling everything too expensive boyfriend

HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET A MEMBERSHIP WITH CLUB 33.

this man pulls you into that sus green building on main street, and your jaw drops.

club 33, is an exclusive, membership only restaurant at disney. it’s like an elite society filled with rich upper class, but at disney. (never been inside not sure how to describe it but oh boy is membership expensive.) the waitlist got so long in 2007, they closed it for 5 years. look it up on wikipedia disney lore goes hard

“i just asked a couple of friends, and they recommended me this place.” boy.

you’re panicking because you’re severely underdressed. (you’re in a jessie costume.)

he reassures you, since you’re at disney, and being dressed like this is normal.

once u have one of the most expensive meals of ur life, chenle drags u to every single thrill ride.

he also buys you a balloon and a bubble wand <3

but for some reason when you arrive at the gift shop he realizes he’s spent a lot.

“okay enough gift shop. look away from the gift shop. this vacation already has us in poverty.”

AND BRO ACTS LIKE THIS THE WHOLE TRIP IM NOT KIDDING.

he’ll buy you a nice meal at one of the restaurants and then…

“we’re not getting churros they’re 5 dollars.”

no mickey ears either why do you even ask

“next time i’ll take u to shanghai, it’s better okay?”

favorite ride: tower of terror

least favorite ride: it’s a small world after all

park jisung

anti-disney everything boyfriend

gets frustrated at everything. cannot read the map.

when he goes on small world…

he severely questions his mental sanity. like actually guys i think he needs help.

“this ride is for kids.” 

the ride in question: the barnstormer! a 40 second kiddie roller coaster that has top speeds of up to 25mph!

literally jisung’s 13 reason. 

he was screaming his little heart out poor baby.

“I’m not wearing those. Stop.” you do not stop. “Take these off of me right now.”

he wears the ears for half of the day though so a win is a win.

“we’re going to the other park? we’re not going home? there’s 3 more??????”

favorite ride: none

least favorite ride: all

#nct dream #nct imagines #nct dream fic #nct fic #nct #nct dream imagine #nct x reader #nct dream scenarios #nct scenarios #nct mark #nct jeno #nct renjun #nct jaemin #nct haechan #nct chenle #nct jisung #mark lee #lee donghyuck #lee jeno #park jisung #na jaemin #huang renjun #zhong chenle #chenle #renjun #jisung #jeno #haechan #jaemin #nct dream drabbles

[octoberclidan]

Dances with Team Free Will - Dean

Request: So the boys probably never had the opportunity to go to school dances, right? I mean in that one episode about when Dean was living in that boys' home I think he was about to go to homecoming and then John showed up to pick him up.

So what if reader throws a sort of mini prom/homecoming for each member (separately) of tfw? How would each one react?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Masterlist

Sam's version

Castiel's version

Note: full disclaimer, school dances aren't really a thing in my country, so I don't really know what they're like, but I've done my best!

Story:

"Are you serious?" [Y/N] asked, her mouth open in surprise as she sat opposite the two Winchester brothers. They were in the kitchen of the bunker, having just arrived home from a successful and short ghost hunt.

"I came close to going to one once. But then Dad showed up and it was time to move on", Dean shrugged as he took a sip from his beer.

"Yeah, they weren't really high up on the list of Dad's priorities", Sam said. "We usually went to school and then came straight home, didn't really get involved in anything else, or unnecessary, as he said".

"Didn't help to get to involved anyway, made it harder to move on. We never stayed in one school for long", Dean added. "I don't think I would've liked it anyway, they seem kinda lame".

"That's so sad", [Y/N] shook her head, imagining a younger version of Dean getting all dressed up and ready to go to a normal school dance, imagining him feeling nervous and excited, just for John to show up and put an end to it.

"Hey", Dean pointed his beer bottle at her. "Don't pity us," he took another sip before smirking at her. "You got any pictures from your school dances?" Sam sat up straight at Dean's question, now much more interested in this topic of conversation. They both looked at her expectantly as her eyes widened slightly.

"There is no way in hell I am showing you any photos from my teenage years, no, forget it". She shook her head head and stood up from the table, both of them feigning exaggerated looks of hurt and disappointment. "I'm gonna go have a shower and then go to bed, I'll see you both in the morning". She rolled her eyes at them but made sure to give them a smile before leaving the kitchen and making her way to the showers, leaving them sniggering to themselves.

***

She spent her time in the shower wondering about what Dean would have been like in high school. Neither of the boys really talked about their childhoods much. She knew that Dean was four and that Sam was just a baby when Mary died and when John had taken them out onto the road. She knew that Dean practically raised Sam and that they both started hunting much younger than they should have. She didn't know what their day to day lives had been like though. She wondered if Dean ever did his homework, if he had had been as confident and charming as he was now, back then. She wondered what his teachers thought of him, or how well he did with exams. She wondered if he'd ever had to deal with weird stages of growth spurts, his voice breaking, acne, being rejected by the girls he'd asked out. She wondered if he'd ever had friends in school, or if he kept himself separate from his classmates.

After she'd wrapped herself up in a towel, she made her way to her bedroom. She paused as her door came into view; it was ajar and the light was on. She definitely hadn't left the light on or the door open earlier, so she slowly walked towards it, carefully pushing the door open further. Her mouth dropped when she found Dean sitting on her bed, her old box of childhood belongings open and photographs scattered all over the bed, two of them in Dean's hands. His head snapped up to see her and he immediately looked like a guilty child who'd been caught stealing a cookie after been told he was allowed to have any. "Dean Winchester", she frowned at him. "What exactly do you think you're doing?"

"I uh, I guess I lost track of time", he smiled sheepishly at her and shrugged, but made no move to put the photos down. "Do you think you could've fit any more bracelets on your arm?"

"Give me that", she marched over, still using one hand to keep her towel secure around her, and snatched the photos out of his hands with her other. She glanced down to see what he was looking at and groaned. There she was, fifteen years old, when she didn't know there was such a thing as 'too many accessories'. She glared at him as she shoved them back into the box and quickly started to gather up the rest. "It was fashionable at the time", she mumbled.

"I'm sure it was", he chuckled.

"These are private, Dean", she sighed. She knew she'd probably find it funny in the morning, but in that moment she was annoyed at him. When he saw that she wasn't smiling, he was quick to drop his own smile, and he reached for her arm.

"Hey, hey I'm sorry. I was just curious to see what you were like back then, I didn't mean to embarass you", she didn't look back at him as she placed the lid on the box and shoved it back onto the corner of her desk where he'd found it. "Tell me how I can make it up to you", he said before she turned back around. A smile crept across her face and she slowly turned around. Once Dean saw the look on her face he instantly regretted what he'd just offered. "Within reason", he quickly added.

"Go get changed into your FBI suit and meet me in the Dean Cave in an hour", she folded her arms across her towel, waiting for his response.

"Why?"

"No questions. This is how you make it up to me, now go".

Dean begrudgingly stood up from the bed and gave her a suspicious look as he left her room, closing the door behind him. Once he was gone, she immediately got to work.

***

She'd managed to get dressed quickly, throwing on a dress she'd bought for a case where they had to go to a fancy party. She'd put on some light makeup and had dried her hair, putting it up to make herself look a bit more dressed up. She had then done her best to 'decorate' the Dean Cave, which really just consisted of putting up some of the less 'Christmassy' Christmas decorations that she'd found in the bunker before, like some old gold and silver tinsel, and hanging up a bit of mistletoe. Dean kept a record player in the corner of the room, and she turned it on to fill the room with music. She turned the lights down low just before there was a knock on the door. She walked over and opened the door, looking up to find Dean looking down at her, looking handsome as usual in his suit. He took a step back and looked her up and down before catching her eyes again and raising an eyebrow at her. "Wanna tell me what we're doing?" She smiled but didn't answer, instead holding out her hand for him. Hesitating slightly, but deciding not to ask again, he took her hand and let her pull him into the room.

She kept her eyes on his face as he looked around the room, taking everything in. She watched as the light reflecting from the tinsel sparkled in his eyes, and the crinkles of the sides of his eyes made an appearance as he chuckled. He looked down at her in amusement, about to poke fun at her, but he stopped himself when he saw how she was trying to hold in her excitement. "Do you like it?" She asked him, and he suddenly saw a sliver of that fifteen year old girl in the photo he'd found earlier.

"Shouldn't we be dancing?" He smiled at her and pulled her hand up to his shoulder. She quickly reached her other hand up to his other shoulder, and he placed his hands on her waist as they began to sway to the music as a soft, slower song played. "So this is what your school dances were like, huh?"

"Not exactly", she giggled, "they were usually in a much bigger hall, with a lot more people, adult supervision, and much, much better decorations".

"I dunno", Dean said as they slowly danced in circles around the room. "I'm a fan of these decorations". He stopped moving and started to sway them side to side in one spot, smirking as he glanced up above them. She followed his line of sight and blushed as she realised he'd spotted the mistletoe and had been working on dancing them over to it. His hands lowered to her hips and he pulled her closer. "Is mistletoe a common decoration at school dances?"

"Not exactly", she looked back to his face to find that his eyes were focused on hers. He glanced down to her lips briefly before she spoke again. "We don't exactly have a lot of party decorations lying around".

"Mmm", he mumbled in agreement, not really paying attention to anything other than how beautiful she looked in her dress, and thinking about how lucky he was to have someone in his life who wanted to do stuff like this for him. He'd always been so focused on making sure that Sam had as many normal experiences as possible, he wasn't used to someone doing the same for him. In this moment, he wasn't a hunter, Heaven and Hell and angels and demons were nowhere close to his thoughts. In this moment he was just a guy dancing with a girl he liked, and he was hoping she'd hung up the mistletoe as a hint as he took his chance.

He leaned down before he could change his mind, and pressed his lips to hers. She immediately closed her eyes as her hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck. He pulled back to gauge her reaction and she opened her eyes. "Was that okay?" He felt like a teenager who'd just had his very first kiss. He felt weirdly nervous, like her response meant more than anything. She smiled and him and nodded.

"More than okay", she pulled him back down for another kiss and he slid his hands back to rest just above her ass as she carded her fingers through his hair. They continued to sway to the music as Dean slipped his tongue out and [Y/N] opened her mouth to him, deepening the kiss. They made out for awhile, moving their hands to feel each other's shoulders, face, neck, hair, waist, and arms as the music played through several different songs. Finally, [Y/N] pulled away with a sigh and leaned her head on Dean's chest, listening to his heartbeat. He held her head firmly against his chest and rested his chin on top of her head.

"Thank you", he whispered, only just audible above the music. "This definitely wasn't lame".

The end

Sam's version

Castiel's version

Dean Winchester taglist: @123passwort @janineb86 @k-slla @lyarr24 @candy-coated-misery0731 @jackles010378 @hobby27 @angelwiththeshotgun @pizzagirlxnsfwx

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[etirabys]

alright, I'm going to make a post detailing things I liked about my wedding because I think it will help my long term psychological health about it or something

the flowers were lovely, I liked the palette we gave our florist and she did a nice job. I've been fingering one of the leftover roses on and off for a day and slowly shredding it

when all the flowers dry up I think I'll try making rosewater

we chose alcohol we liked, and we have a lot left over, meaning we're set to host spontaneous parties and such

my boyfriend told me that while my hair dress and makeup made me look quite unlike my usual self, I looked very bridenappable

we set aside 5-10m for our photographer to take photos of us with our other partners, which was nice

my parents were happy!!! oh my gosh they were so happy. I managed to not ruin it for them out of revenge for making me do it which was a feat of heroism and also benzodiazepines. I have ancient brain grooves of punishing them for making me do hateful things by trying to make them just as miserable, and the temptation was immense, but I largely did not do it and I have a bunch of photos of them smiling and dancing

I don't have photos from our main photographer yet but @drethelin sent me some of his and they look great. I didn't expect to be this into the photos but I'm so psyched to have the rest. Will probably post some when I get them

the fancy cake we got had fondant that I liked. I had gotten small heart shaped samples of the fondant before and I had fully expected to enjoy eating a cake covered in it. And I did. It was like marshmallow with more conviction.

my two favorite college friends crashed at my place over the weekend and it was great catching up with them. they got along really well with my other friends and partners. just going on and on about French zoning policy

I look eh in hanbok but the giant looks beautiful in hanbok. He prefers hanbok to a Western suit and frankly looks more natural that way.

the DJ did a great job! Originally we planned for "maybe a little bit of dancing" (I looked at the guest spreadsheet and guessed maybe 7 people would be willing to dance, tops) but we got like 20 people in on it.

the afterparty I put together last minute was the most enjoyable part of the day. I was pretty dead (I'd gotten up at 7:30am to get hair done) but it was nice to be my normal self, not constrained by relatives. I occasionally went around rooms, noted what conversations were going on, and matchmade by fetching someone who I thought would especially enjoy that conversation

the giant and I didn't have the usual "we'll be able to call ourselves husband and wife" motivation since we got legally married years ago, so we invented "wife plus" and "platinum husband" to describe some imaginary next level of marriage we are on.

I was forced to learn how to iron to get the hanbok presentable, and now I feel like a more powerful human being

my relatives gave me money as a wedding gift. but my dad drummed it into me that they expect it back when their kids get married and I go to their weddings. and that it would be quite inappropriate if I failed to do this. I ventured tentatively that this would all be simplified if we simply did not give each other money gifts and he was so offended at my attack on tradition & decency that I hastily backtracked. but in theory I still win because of inflation? because it's an interest free loan. also their kids might not get married. or invite me

#rambl

[seven-oomen]

Since I've had quite a bad day today I decided to pauze the writing for Caught somewhere in time for the day and instead work on some Clone / Clone wars headcanons of my own that I'm going to include in the fic. Link now under cut!!

A few things that will be a plot point:

Parentage of Cal Kestis (Like one of them is Obi-Wan, but the other...??? I know, you don't.)

Romance of Cody and Obi-Wan

Sibling relationship between Anakin, Cal, and Ahsoka

Corruption in the senate (Sith Lord and after)

Way to free the clones and end order 66 (chip storyline)

Headcanons:

The Jedi can tell all the clones apart by their presences in the force. It's like a second nature to them. They never mix them up.

Cody likes to knit.

Obi-Wan finds that an absolute delight and happily provides him with the materials and anything else he needs.

Although all the clones can technically count as 'twins' only the ones that shared a gestational pod are considered official twins among the clones. Fives and Echo are among these twins. The prevalence of 'twin births' is about 3%.

Triplets also occur but they are much rarer, there have been three documented cases in the history of the clone troopers. I kinda wanna headcanon that Cody, Fox, and Wolffe are one of these triplets. Out of the three Cody was the smallest at birth. (He caught up later just fine).

Echo has a photographic memory, Fives has a natural gift to spot patterns and connections.

Wolffe seems like a stuck up hardass, but he's an actual softie on the inside and has a knack for sensing when his brothers or others need him the most. His pack is his life.

Fox honors his name by having a very mischievous streak with his brothers. Even if he seems to be a bitch for the rules in every day life, his brothers know him better than that.

Wolffe is excellent at poker.

Fox and Echo battle for the title of Holo-tactic champion.

Waxer is actually fantastic with kids, this stems from his time in training, when he would often visit his little cadet brothers and spend time with them.

Kix is an excellent cook.

Cody can't cook to save his life. Neither can Obi-Wan. Fortunately Obi-Wan knows the right people who can cook.

All the clones are caf drinkers, black, no additives.

Rex carves jewelry like bracelets for everyone, Cody puts trackers in everything Rex carves, or he knits. He'll find a way.

All the clones have unique sleeping positions. It's one of the ways to tell them apart.

Cal and Anakin have a brotherly rivalry, to the point where Cal has actively tried to electrocute Anakin, and Anakin has attempted to force push Cal down a flight of stairs. But if anyone else tries to harm one of them, the other unleashes hellfire upon the assailant.

Cal and Ahsoka quickly become best friends and team up against Anakin whenever the situation allows for it. Obi-Wan actively encourages this, it's hilarious to him.

Among Anakin, Ahsoka, and Cal; Obi-Wan is known as mom. Cody is dubbed 'dad' at some point. The other clones find this hilarious.

While Ahsoka starts as a relatively short teenager, her species tends to grow larger than the average human. So by the time she's an adult, she stands at a respective 200 cm (6'6.7). Anakin hates this in particular, because he was used to being the tallest in the group.

And that's what I got so far. Will probably add more at some point.

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[mlmxreader]

He's Still Haunting Me | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

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↳ ❝ "I can take on anything, everything"+"Don't tell me you love me"

[Can this one also be angst? Idk if you want to put it in war time. Maybe Alfie reminiscing on a love he lost in the trenches??] ❞

: ̗̀➛ Goliath stumbles upon some old photographs in his uncle's attic, and has some questions about the man in them.

: ̗̀➛ War, blood and gore, death, trauma, grief

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It had been years since Alfie had even seen your face; the photographs taken years ago were now collecting dust in the attic. He never thought that his nephew, Goliath, would find them; let alone throw them onto his desk and stare at his uncle with a morose, remorseful gaze.

Goliath was a good man, although his youth made him naive as to what had happened during the war; Alfie never liked to talk about it much with family, but he knew he couldn't excuse himself from it as he picked up one of the photographs with a trembling hand. He sniffled, shaking his head.

"Where'd you find these?"

"Your attic," Goliath replied, "who is he?"

Alfie sighed, dropping the photograph and running his hand down his face; already his vision was going blurry, and words seemed to fail as he struggled to regain his words properly enough to speak.

"He was the only fuckin' one who did me any good."

"Who is he?" Goliath pressed. "A friend?"

"Bit more 'an that," Alfie chuckled bitterly, sniffling as he cleared his throat and picked the photograph back up. "Remember how your mum always said that you was meant to have two uncles?"

The nephew nodded.

"He was meant to be the other one," Alfie whispered, "my mum... my mum loved him to bits..."

"Gran knew?" Goliath whispered.

Alfie nodded. "So did your mum... they knew what we was... didn't mind unlike some cunts..."

"Alfie..." Goliath frowned, furrowing his brows.

"It's alright, boy-o," Alfie held up his hand for a moment as he coughed, shaking his head. "He were my left hand, look. My fuckin' Lieutenant... went to war the very fuckin' second he found out I got conscripted... wouldn't fuckin' let me to without him... he were gonna be my husband... anywhere I went, he was fuckin' adamant he had to go, too... always fuckin' hauntin' me, that beautiful bastard."

Goliath stood up, gathering the photographs in his shaking, large hands. "I'm sorry for upsettin' you, Uncle, I just thought-"

"Sit down!" Alfie snapped, waiting for his nephew to obey before he continued, "you ought to fuckin' know about him, anyway. I was a selfish cunt for not tellin' you - that was always his thing, y'know."

"What was?"

"We was there when you was born," Alfie chuckled. "He held you when your mum slept and I... I always knew he'd have been a good dad - had the temper for it better than I ever fuckin' will."

"Mum never mentioned him."

"No," he sighed. "No one would... it still hurts..."

Alfie could still picture it even now, the sounds of the shells and the grenades roaring and spitting out flames; the feeling of the deep and wet mud vibrating and wobbling with the rumble of tanks. He could remember the white flash as Fokker DR.1 planes hunted down Airco DH.9s.

He could remember how he held you against his chest with his lips pressed to your forehead; able to feel your limp hand against his forearm. He was on his knees, eyes wide and wild and full of unshed tears; one hand cradled the side of your head, the other at your middle.

From the waist down, you were on your side, your free hand pressed against the ground as you struggled to keep yourself upright. You weren't even looking at him, the unwounded side of your head pressed against his chest while the blood on the other side seeped through his fingers.

Alfie knew.

He had killed you the second that he had allowed you to go to war with him. He had killed you, and all of his woe and his remorse could never be washed away.

He killed you.

His eyes, he could never close them the same way again; staring into nothing as he realised that he had become a monster. He had become evil; his brows were slightly scrunched together as if he were about to howl with loud sobs.

His mouth was agape as he kept rocking back and forth with your corpse, muttering under his breath.

"I can take on anything, everything, but I need you with me," he would say. "Please. Please. Don't tell me you love me, don't say anything, just don't leave me. Don't fucking leave me."

"Alfie?" Goliath cleared his throat as he swallowed thickly. "You good?"

Alfie shook his head. "I killed him."

"No."

"I let him go to the trenches," Alfie confessed, "if I'd have told him to stay with Gran and your mum... he would still be here... you'd know your other uncle..."

"How was you to know?"

"He was the smart one," Alfie huffed. "He'd have known... you would'a fuckin' loved him, can tell you that... he loved goin' up fuckin' mountains... never was a better lieutenant. Never was a better man..."

Goliath reached over as he frowned, holding his uncle's hand. "He's still here, y'know. He ain't left you."

Alfie laughed softly. "No, he ain't. He's fuckin' hauntin' me - why'd you think I'm always gettin' fuckin' daffodils in me garden? It's him! He's hauntin' me!"

Goliath laughed for a moment. "What if we puts up a memorial for him? Y'know, just for you, Mum and Gran?"

"He would've hated that," Alfie pointed out. "He never wanted nothin' more than to get me home... he didn't even see fuckin' armistice."

Goliath swallowed thickly as he let go of his uncle's hand and leaned back in his seat. "I... I'm sorry, Alfie... he meant a lot to you... and I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Alfie shook his head as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Now, g'wan. Go put they back... we'll talk more about it later, yeah? I'll tell... I'll tell you all the things that my Lieutenant would've shot me for fuckin' sayin'."

Goliath smiled as he gathered up the photographs. He still couldn't quite believe that no one had told him about his uncle by marriage before, but he could understand why; Alfie was haunted by the war more than anyone else in the family, it made sense he didn't want to speak about losing the man he loved to it.

#mlem writes #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x you #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons imagine #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x y/n #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders angst #peaky blinders #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy x you #tom hardy x y/n #tom hardy imagines #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy one shot #tom hardy oneshot #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fic #tom hardy

[whiskey-bumblebee]

I'm On Fire (Chapter 4)

Pairing: DBF!Aaron Hotchner/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2266

A/N: Fun fact! There is a coded message in a section of this (don't want to spoil anything but it will hopefully be clear which section might contain a coded message). It is incredibly niche, but it just worked so well. I doubt anyone will be able to uncode it, but I would love to see interpretations 👀

Warnings: Age gap relationship (older Hotch, younger reader), the cops are assholes (acab <3).

Taglist: @littlepeanut03 @rosaline-black @moonmark98 @yuly @jazzymariexoxoc @frogoko @morgthemagpie @laisy @whoreforhondo @ssamorganhotchner

The hard edges of the interrogation chair bite into your legs. You keep your voice measured, your responses meek, informative, but not any more detailed than they need to be.

"Were you close with your father?"

"We used to be close. He recently started seeing a new woman..." You trail off, your vision growing unfocused. "But I guess that's not true."

Sensing a spiral, the police officer cleared his throat and tried to centre your focus again. "How recently?"

"A few months, I think. He was away less at first, then more and more until I didn't see him at all."

"Could you place a date on it?"

You chew your lip. "Do you have a calendar? It might be easier if I can see everything laid out."

The police officer gestured to his partner and the second officer left the room, returning moments later with a calendar. You flicked back to December, skimming your finger over a particular week. "About here. I was at a practice and he didn't show up. It was noticeable by then."

"So it was before the holidays?"

You nodded. "I think so."

You traced your finger over the calendar again, counting the days, trying to remember what you'd been doing on each one. You tried not to let your eyes linger on the sixteenth. The day that Aaron had picked you up, the rain pelting the windscreen, his clothing warm on your body...

"I think," You cleared your throat. "He made an effort around the holidays. I definitely saw him for a day or two. He didn't give me anything, but that's normal for him."

The second officer slid a photograph across the table.

"Do you know this man?"

You nodded, fighting your body at a cellular level. You didn't swallow. You didn't blush. You tried not to look too long, too fondly.

"Aaron Hotchner," You stated. "He was friends with my father when they were younger."

"What's your relationship with him?"

You shook your head. "I don't have one. He picked me up sometime in December, it was just by chance. He saw me waiting for my dad, so he drove me home."

"Anything before that?"

You shook your head again, but this time it was the truth. "I'd seen him in pictures with my dad, from college, but we'd never had a conversation before that."

"When he drove you home, did the topic of conversation include your father at any point?"

You nodded. "Kind of naturally, I think. He asked how my dad was doing, I think it had been a while since they'd seen each other. My dad was pretty isolated from his friends. I thought it was because he was spending all of his free time with his partner-"

The police officer cut you off. "Alright. Do you think you need any additional support? You're an adult, so if you feel the need to reach out to victim services, an attorney, you can do that on your own."

You nodded, feeling kind of dazed. It was intimidating, and you thought: the system is designed to make me feel like this.

"I did have a question, I know it's an early stage in the investigations, but would you be able to make sure I don't hear more of the graphic details than I need to?"

The police officer shook his head. "No. We can't promise anything."

You exhaled uneasily. "Okay."

"In fact, there are some things I think you should know. Since you won't be able to hear them from your dad-"

___

Aaron hated the way that the cuffs felt around his wrists. He'd spent so many years on the other side of this. He felt common, hated, evil. He felt like his father.

"What was your relationship with this man?"

"We went to college together. Ran in the same social circles. I hadn't heard from him for a while, and then his name came up in a case I was working."

"Did you declare a conflict of interest?"

"I didn't feel the need to," Aaron said earnestly. "I hadn't spoken to him for a decade."

JJ shifted from foot to foot anxiously, watching through the glass. "I don't understand, why are they interrogating him? It's not the first time someone on the team has killed a suspect."

"They're trying to determine if he had a significant relationship with the unsub," Reid commented. "If he did, it could count as premeditation, and they'd need to consider his intent."

Morgan looked around the small back room, ensuring none of the local cops were around. "I've never seen Hotch like that. There was just no hesitation. But c'mon, we caught this guy in the act, and he was armed. There's no way Hotch goes down for this. It could have happened to any of us. Just a freak coincidence."

They turned their attention back to the interrogation room as Hotch's voice became heated.

"This is unnecessary. Yes, I positively identified him as the unsub, which meant that I had time to recognize him. But you can ask any of the other agents at the scene, I didn't have the time to make a different decision."

"Unsub?"

"Unknown... The suspect. I identified him as the suspect."

"So you're changing your story?"

"No," Hotch said calmly. "In our unit, we call the suspect an unsub."

"So you think you're better than us?"

"That's irrelevant," Hotch shot back.

Prentiss stifled a chuckle. "He didn't say no."

"Were you aware that the suspect had a daughter?"

One of the officers in the room slid a photograph of you across the table and Aaron's frown deepened.

"Yes," He said softly.

"What is she like?"

"We've had maybe one conversation in the time I've known about her. I wouldn't be able to say."

"Isn't it rather intimate to drive someone home?"

Hotch shook his head. "I don't think so. It was something of an emergency because it was very cold that night and her father was running late..."

"Something you're holding back?"

Hotch paused, looking the other man in the eye, his gaze stern.

"I want to be a father one day. I was thinking that if she was my daughter, I would like to think one of my friends would do the same."

That seemed to take the interrogation team by surprise, as they were all silent for a moment.

___

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Haley Hotchner was in an interrogation suite a few rooms over from the one you sat in. And she was telling a very different story.

___

A few hours later, you lay on your bed in the empty house, staring at the ceiling. You wondered what would happen. Did your father have a will? Would you inherit the house? Would you get kicked out? Where would you go? Had there ever been another girlfriend?

How long would your bed be your bed? How long would your room be your room?

You ached to call Hotch, to see if he was okay, how his interviews were going. But everything was gone. Every trace of him, especially the digital ones. Not that there had been many traces to begin with. You'd washed all of the clothes he'd ever touched. Donated all of his clothes that you had at your house. It had been weeks since you'd had sex, so you were free of his cells. You'd even cleaned your shower drain with some chemical that smelled awful, but it promised to dissolve hair. In case he'd shed even a single strand while showering at your place. You burned the contents of your vacuum cleaner for the same reason. It was cold enough that none of the neighbors questioned the smoke rising from the chimney.

No contact in your phone, no history. No photograph of your shadows. Even a burner phone was too risky. You wished again and again that he had worked for any other branch of the government. But no, it was the BAU. The FBI. And they knew how to dig.

But there was one thing. One precious, golden thing that you refused to throw out, to destroy, to disfigure. Inside a thermos. Hidden between the seal and the cap. In a tiny ziplock bag. A chain with a ring on it. They'd never find it. They'd never take it. Even if they opened the thermos, it would seem empty. It wouldn't rattle because of the ziplock insulating it from the other metal components. That was your perfect crime. Your only crime.

You were afraid of speaking aloud in case the police had bugged your house. They had no reason to suspect that you were involved, but you'd overheard some of the officers, their gossip. An older man, a younger woman. An enraged father. A staged scene. The idea circulated in your head over and over again until you almost started to believe it. Would Hotch kill your father to have easier access to you? Would he do it because your father was so absent? Had you, in some way, encouraged him to do it?

No, you thought, over and over. This was Aaron. Everything else aside, framing someone for the crime would mean that the real killer was still out there. And Aaron would not let that happen.

Your thoughts started to spin the other way, to your father, what the police had told you about his crimes. You'd tried hard to block it out, but some of the phrases they used were sticking.

Inadequate parenting, substitute child figure. Re-enactment. Failure. Punishment for failure.

You sighed, scrunching your eyes shut. You'd go for a walk to clear your head.

____

"Oh no," You heard a woman's voice say. "It looks like I dropped the mail I was carrying. I hope I'll be able to find it."

There was something decidedly odd about it, and you looked towards the source of the voice. A blonde woman in a bright outfit, walking some kind of small fluffy dog. She looked at you pointedly.

"I hope someone is able to find that mail. It would be a shame if it got lost."

You noticed a stack of envelopes on the ground, and rushed to pick them up. "Is this it?"

She walked towards you, a wide smile on her face. "You're even prettier than he said," She whispered as she took the envelopes from your hands, letting one drop to the ground, watching it fall.

She pretended not to notice, and thanked you again, walking the other direction with her dog. You picked up the envelope and tried to call out, but she put her headphones on.

You looked down at the paper, noticing that it wasn't an envelope at all, but a piece of paper roughly folded into quarters.

You tucked it into your pocket, ensuring nobody had seen your interaction. It seemed like nobody had, but then again, it wouldn't have looked particularly suspicious anyway. If it was intentional, you'd open it once you were somewhere private.

You walked until you were on the path that ran past the creek, a substantial distance into the woods. You took a seat on a mossy stump. It was slightly damp, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Your heart leapt into your throat. It was him. The spelling was odd, the lowercase strange, but it was him. The handwriting was also unusual, and you looked at it again. It seemed messy, like he'd written it in the dark. He also didn't seem the type to say 'I love you' so prolifically.

honey,

first things first, don't try this. it was risky enough as it is. now isn't the time to play spies, but if we did, i'd meet you in corinth. i needed to tell you that i love you. i wish you'd been a rose by any other name. stay safe. stay smart. god, there's so much i want to tell you. i'm okay. stay the course. take care of yourself. i love you, i love you, i love you. don't try and reach me. i know you're smart enough to get away with it. i know you know you're smart enough two. but don't risk it. burn this in a fiveplace

Fiveplace, you thought. Or maybe it just said fireplace. Then it clicked. You memorized the sequence you thought he'd been trying to communicate. You'd test your theory once you were home. When you looked down at your hands, you saw them shaking.

You didn't want to destroy the note, but you knew it was the most incriminating thing that either of you owned, now that you'd scrubbed yourselves of everything else.

Without letting yourself think twice, you tore it into three pieces and threw it into the creek, piece by piece.

You squeezed your eyes closed. Please, Aaron, please. I hope I read this right.

____

You walked home, trying to ease your mind. It was working until you arrived at the foot of your driveway and noticed a familiar car. Aaron's? It couldn't be.

While you tried to determine who was in the car, she stepped out of the driver's side and walked towards you. Another blonde woman. You recognized her though... From where?

"Do you know who I am?" She asked unsteadily.

You shook your head. "Is that...?"

"His car? It's actually both of ours. We bought it together."

A look of confusion must have come over your face, because all of a sudden, she was stepping closer, extending her hand for a handshake.

"I'm Haley. And I wanted to let you know that I told the police everything."

#aaron hotchner #i'm on fire #aaron hotchner/reader #aaron hotchner x reader #my writing #hotch x reader #criminal minds #hotch #dbf!hotch

[flaretheidiot]

Y’know what? Screw it, I’mma finally post art here.

Here’s a line up of all my RTC + Legoland kid designs!!

I love them all dearly. Tall Penny/Jane, my beloved.

Headcanons under the cut!

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg

-She/her

-Demisexual Omniromantic (female preference)

-Undiagnosed Autism + ADHD

-Constantly stims (her lil dances)

-Picks at skin or chews on nails when anxious

-Sleeps over at Constance’s so often that she has her own toothbrush there

-Learned social cues from reality TV

-Love-hate besties with Noel

-Sibling dynamic with Mischa

-Her parents legitimately suck I’m sorry

-Started eating lunch in the choir room with Constance and Ricky after almost biting Tammy in the cafeteria close to the events of Legoland

-No filter, says everything she thinks without realising if it might be rude

-(If all brought back) Is genuinely trying to be a better person, with the choirs’ help

-Love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

-Infodumps

Noel Gruber

-He/him

-Gay (canon)

-Autistic

-New Wave Cinema is his special interest

-Food problems (texture, taste, ect) make him rather picky

-Despises the smell of taco meat, but Taco Bell was the only place that hired him

-High metabolism

-Dad left Uranium after divorcing his mom when he was 5

-HARD pining for Mischa

-Writes nihilistic love poems in his free time (shows them to Mischa, Ezra and very occasionally Constance)

-Great at reading and using body language, but can exaggerate his facial expressions

-Has one very pampered ragdoll cat named Lola, whom Penny has practically fallen in love with

-Had a gut feeling/desire for Talia to be a catfish, and was low-key terrified for his life when he actually met her

-Started eating in the choir room soon after Ocean and Constance when a bully shoved his face into a plate of gooey mashed potatoes and triggered a meltdown

-Love language is quality time, words of affirmation and physical touch

-Loves physical pressure, owns a weighted blanket (sometimes uses Mischa tho)

Mischa Bachinski

-He/him (Trans man)

-Bisexual

-Dyscalculia

-Physically strongest of the kids (Jane/Penny is, surprisingly, a close second)

-Struggles with keeping his weight consistent

-His foster parents are pretty rich since their family owned the mines before they shut down, but they don’t share the wealth with him

-Will wear his binder for way too long if left unchecked

-Stealth, only Constance knew he was trans pre-accident

-Can get VERY dysphoric on his period

-Never brushes his hair

-Security guard at the mall’s movie theatre

-Regular at Blackwood Café

-The only choir member with his own car, carpools with Noel to the mall

-Is a lovesick puppy for Talia, but developing a thing for Noel (my man has two hands)

-He and Talia are a T4T couple

-Began eating in the choir room as soon as he found out that the others were

-Unspoken kinship with Ricky pre-accident, and low-key besties with Constance

-Does his own filming/editing for his YT music videos, though Talia sometimes helps polish things up

-(If they’re all brought back) he and the rest of the choir make music videos for all of their songs and post them to his YT channel, and they get pretty popular though a lot of people hate on Ocean for her song and Penny had to keep her face hidden because of her reputation

-Love language is words of affirmation and gift giving

Constance Eleanor Blackwood

-She/they (Trans Demigirl)

-Pansexual

-Autistic

-Gets very caught up in what others think of her

-Almost photographic memory

-Is the mom friend

-Has had to physically hold Ocean back from clawing Tammy’s hair out multiple times

-Transitioned at so young that almost everyone forgets that she’s trans, even Ocean or her own parents (the carney was okay with it, to her relief, but still a dick)

-The best baker of the kids, sometimes works as a waitress at the Blackwood Café in her free time

-They and her family live in an apartment above the café

-Has three younger brothers, two being twins at 6, and her baby brother being 2

-Sometimes babies Ezra out of habit

-Allowed to drive their parents’ minivan

-Played soccer as a kid, but quit

-Love language is gift giving and acts of service

-Penguin pebbles

Ricky Potts

-He/she/they (Transmasc Genderfluid)

-Bisexual

-ADHD + Autism

-Uses a Text-To-Speech app on his phone to communicate

-Mental echolalia

-Still needs crutches in the afterlife, but can move around more without getting worn out and has more strength to lift themself up

-He and Jane/Penny are platonic soulmates

-Read Warrior Cats as a kid

-Has seen CATS the Musical

-Savannah was her deadname, but he still liked it as a name and decided to save it for a character

-Has made characters based on all the other kids, usually with permission with the exception of Tammy, who he made into a villain

-Bonds with Ezra over their love for wrestling and shared creativity, occasionally joins in with his puppet shows

-Was the first to start eating in the choir room since she kept getting unintentionally pushed around in the cafeteria

-Love language is quality time and acts of service

-Infodumps and parallel plays

Jane Doe

-She/they/it/doll (Nonbinary)

-Lesbian

-Bipolar Disorder + Autism

-Struggles with tone, body language and forming connections

-Once asked if she could call Karnak “Dad” (he didn’t respond)

-Very similar to Penny, but more doll like in mannerisms

-Has brief memory sparks of important things in her life, but can’t recall details (remembered that they had a brother in TBOJD, its love for animals during her catchphrase, ect)

-Love language is physical touch, quality time and acts of service

-Penguin pebbles and parallel plays

Penny Lamb

-She/they/it (Nonbinary)

-Lesbian (in denial, Johnny was comphet x100)

-Bipolar Disorder (canon) + Autistic

-Also struggles with tone, body language and connections

-Easily overwhelmed by loud noises and flashing lights

-Semi-verbal, Ricky taught her how to use TTS on them and Ezra’s shared cellphone

-Writes 7UP what-ifs with Tammy

-(If all brought back) stole Virgil from the fair and keeps him in a nice big cage in their dorm after thoroughly researching rat care

-Ezra bought the doll (Dolly) for her with leftover drug money after they finished community service and it became a comfort item

-Likes to count Ocean, Ricky, Constance and/or Tammy’s freckles

-Was the first to die in the accident, having stood up in a panic while the rollercoaster was flying through the air because Dolly flew out of their hands and getting her head caught on some overhead track

-Had a HUGE growth spurt during puberty, was 6’0 during the events of Legoland

-(If all brought back) the others invited her to eat in the choir room with them after seeing it getting bullied on her way to the cafeteria

-Love language is physical touch, quality time and acts of service

-Penguin pebbles, parallel plays and infodumps

Ezra Lamb

-He/they (Nonbinary)

-Aroace

-ADHD (canon)

-Late puberty

-St. Cassian sent the Lamb siblings two girl uniforms for whatever reason, and they used Ezra’s to custom make what he wears now

-Noel, Mischa and Ricky are like older brothers to him

-Verbal echolalia

-If Penny’s there, they are never far away

-Their monkey puppet is his comfort item

-Jumpscares

-No personal space

-Forced to hang out with Tammy due to her being Penny’s “best friend” and plays some twisted-ass pranks on her (he also briefly stole her car once, but didn’t get very far)

-Has given Ocean death threats

-Gets piggybacks from Penny all the time

-(If all brought back) eats with Penny and the others in the choir room, no one could stop him even if they tried

-Annoying little shit/aff

-Love language is acts of service and gift giving

Tammy Edwards

-She/her

-Lesbian (very much in denial, a lot of Catholic Guilt™️)

-Undiagnosed Autism, but is unaware (Penny and Constance have their suspicions)

-Wears braces

-Deeply in love with Penny, but even deeper in comphet

-Lowkey scared of Ezra, but tolerates him because they’re her best friend’s little brother

-Academic rivals with Ocean, will most likely throw hands if left in a room together for too long

-Cringe/aff

-Father is a pastor, mother is absent

-Was gifted her dad’s old convertible for her sixteenth birthday, but she doesn’t know how to drive yet (she has failed her driver’s test many-a-times)

-Her dad is close with Mischa’s foster parents, but she generally tries to avoid Mischa

-Doesn’t have cable TV, watched low-quality niche religious cartoons growing up

-Hates velcro with all of her being

-Stims with her hands

-Was babysitting Ezra at the fair while Penny hung with the choir, and witnessed the accident

-(If all brought back) Penny invited her to eat in the choir room with her and the others, and she accepted, much to Ocean’s dismay (they glared at each other the entire time, and the only reason they didn’t lunge at one another is because Penny was there)

-Love language is gift giving, quality time and words of affirmation

-Penguin pebbles

#ride the cyclone musical #ride the cyclone #ride the cyclone fanart #ride the cyclone headcanon #legoland jacob richmond #legoland play #tammy edwards #penny lamb #ezra lamb #ocean oconnell rosenberg #constance blackwood #noel gruber #mischa bachinski #ricky potts #jane doe rtc #the lamb siblings #cdplayer #cdplayer legoland #nischa #nischalia #mischalia #my art #character design #height chart

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ryan ross iceberg (tier 8)

tier 1, tier 2, tier 3, tier 4, tier 5, tier 6, tier 7

darkest waters (final tier):

teen ryan’s pimples:

i’m so sorry for this one.

it refers to a set of tweets from twitter user prettynpuunk (i’m so sorry to her for bringing them back up but it’s lore).

honestly these are just so iconic. they will always live in my head rent free

“is is true you have a monster cock:”

this is something a fan genuinely asked ryan once (which is so gross and i hope that person is having a terrible day).

allegedly, it has been said by ryan’s exes that he is well endowed. also, i can’t find a source for this, but i swear that once shane morris said that about ryan as well. according to twitter searches, the rumor of ryan having a monster cock goes back as far as 2009 [i]. there’s another rumor that a picture was leaked at one point (i think?), but i’m not going to search that out. if any of you were around in those days, let me know if that’s unfounded or not.

i think the term “monster cock” comes from a picspam on livejournal, referenced here; however, the picspam itself is no longer available [ii].

target fruit aisle:

apparently there was an “incident” from teenage ryan in the target fruit aisle, which led to him getting banned from the store. it’s unknown exactly what happened, but it’s theorized that either a) he and his friends were throwing fruit at each other, or b) he knocked over a display of fruit.

he’s not actually GRRIII:

if you don’t know what GRRIII means, you’re too far down in the iceberg.

according to obituaries and genealogy trees, discussed in this livejournal posts and its comments, ryan’s grandfather and his dad are actually named george hammond ross sr and jr respectively [iii]. since neither of their middle names are ryan, that means ryan is technically not the third. he is still the third george ross, though.

pissing on tour bus furniture:

according to a tweet, brendon said in an interview that ryan pissed on tour bus furniture, but ryan said it was an accident [iv]. they say it was hard to tell if it was a joke or not, but it was. it's at 2:40 in this interview.

(thank you to the anon who sent me this video!)

romp movie:

this refers to a phone interview in which ryan says that he and brendon went to see a romp movie, and then they both say that ryan’s other hand was uh…busy [v]. it was also definitely a joke. they talk about it in this interview at 8:55.

(the same anon sent me this video, so thanks again!)

the Q stands for quintessence:

remember ryan’s Q tattoo and the cult theory? we’re back to that. in other pictures from that night, you can see that ryan has things representing the 4 elements: earth, air, wind, and fire. the Q could stand for quintessence, which is also called the 5th element [vi]. so, it relates to spirituality, not a cult.

if you’re interested in reading more about this, you can do so here:

bugs in his ass:

the first line in cape town is “took you in the vineyard a couple hours after i met you.” it’s easy to read this as he took her TO the vineyard, but he says IN the vineyard, implying that they might have had sex in this vineyard. and whilst doing that, ryan probably got bugs in his ass.

he can’t park:

this is another reason why ryan ross is a queer icon.

someone parked next to ryan’s car once (his trans am) and provided this picture:

i think there have been other reports of fans who said he cannot park.

panic! wouldn’t exist if ryan wasn’t playing fisher price in his yard the day he met spencer:

this is self-explanatory, but the day ryan and spencer met, which was when they were around 5-6 years old, ryan was playing with a fisher price toy in his yard. of course, had this not happened, we wouldn’t have panic!, the young veins, high hopes (which would be nice, i think), this iceberg, amongst many other things. it’s the butterfly effect.

personal bit about this, panic! is THE hyperfixation for me. no matter how many others i’ve had, nothing has me in the same chokehold that panic! and ryan ross do. with my panic! phase, it is never a matter of if i will enter it again, but a matter of when. because it will happen. but since that band has been such a huge part of my life, it’s so weird to reflect on this entry and imagine what the world would be like without it.

anyway, it just felt right to end this on a sappy note.

also i want to give an honorable mention to corky b roll. i can’t believe i forgot to include it, especially because it was a HUGE ryan meme when i first got into panic!:

thank you so, so much to everyone for the notes! and thank you to anyone who read any of this, especially those of you who made it through every entry. it really means the world that anyone would take time out of their day to read what i have to say about this man lol

another thanks to anyone whose posts i referenced throughout; your service and contribution to the ryan ross lore will not be forgotten.

and with that, this is the end of the ryan ross iceberg explained.

references:

[i] https://twitter.com/search?q=ryan%20ross%20monster%20cock&src=typed_query&f=top

[ii] https://bandfandom-ref.livejournal.com/134497.html

[iii] https://bandfandom-ref.livejournal.com/71193.html

[iv] https://twitter.com/checkyesjuul/status/1369125668726865922

[v] https://twitter.com/checkyesjuul/status/1456098187416989702

[vi] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/175514546326/was-ryan-ross-in-a-satanic-cult

#ryan ross #ryan patd #panic! at the disco #panic at the disco #patd #jon walker #the young veins #spencer smith #brendon urie #ryan ross iceberg #can't believe i finished it :') #it's so bittersweet but i'm glad i could make a hub for ryan ross lore #still can't believe all the notes/followers #ANOTHER THANK YOU!!!! <3 #Youtube

[swanimagines]

can you talk about meeting freddy??? so cool that u did omg!!!

Haha of course! I'm still buzzing about it 🥰

Ok so, I'll go day by day. Below read more we go:

After the opening ceremony, there was a meet & greet for Gold ticket holders (including me). At Starfury, meet & greet means we're in these large rooms with round tables, and the guests/cast come to our tables one by one and talk with us for a few minutes.

Well, after the first guest left our table (Amita, who was an angel btw 😭❤️), I changed seats at our table to sit with my friends.

Well then Freddy comes and sits right next to me. And I'm like 😳

Well, he asked how are we. I looked at my feet and noticed I left my bag next to my old chair, so I said I'm gonna get it and Freddy apologised for it for some reason?? I just said "no no it's fine".

I listened to the conversation with my other ear while fetching my bag so I could dive right back into the conversation, but I thought I heard one of my friends saying their name.

So, because Amita began with asking our names, I assumed Freddy does too.

So when I sit back down, I smile at Freddy and say "Jenni".

He leans closer and says "sorry?"

And I thought he doesn't hear me so I lean closer too and SHOUT "MY NAME IS JENNI!!!!!!!!"

He looks at me confused and I'm just thinking "why is he confused, he asked our names?? Oh his eyes are so blue..."

Then he repeated my name after me, he got it right the second time and I'm like "oh you pronounced it pretty good!" (No one who's not Finnish ever gets it, so it was really weird to hear Freddy saying it correctly 😂)

And then

He turns to others and asks for their names.......

So I had just screamed my name at his face unprompted and without anyone asking 😊

I was silent after that and don't remember what he talked about for the rest of the time of him sitting there 😭

Saturday. The day began with Photo OPs and I was nervous af. Which resulted into me looking like a potato in all my pictures and I forgot to smile with my teeth 😭 But the hug was good. He first wrapped only one arm around me and I hugged him from the side but then turned to me fully and wrapped the other arm around me too. I look so dazed in that pic 😂 + He touched my hair.

At the autograph table, I told him about my gift which contained a letter and two Finnish chocolate bars (Fazer) because the other is for Caroline. He told me I'm sweet for thinking about her too 😭

And the last thing happened on Sunday, at the second round of autographs. We got a group photo of them for free and we could get them to sign it again. So this time, I wanted to clarify that the letter may read as trauma-dumpy but I'm not trying to make him feel sad, and told him to just read it. He promised to read it, and I proceeded telling him as a short version of what the letter contains. (Him inspiring me back into photography and it helping me cope when my dad died the following summer)

He said "oh, I'm so sorry" and then asked to see my photos 😭 (I had my camera hanging around my neck) So there we were with out heads nearly pressed together looking through my pics for about 10 seconds 😭❤️ The autograph did a flap flap flap noise in my hand while we did it, and my hand shook for a few minutes after I walked away.

That's it. But I'll meet him one more time, he'll probably bring me his therapy bill for shouting at him so kinda obliged to 🤷🏻‍♀️

(And at the closing ceremony, I got the best seat to take photos and people think I was one of the hired professional photographers there because of those + Sunday panels photos 😂 My photos are constantly shared around the internet now. Which is cool, but the less cool thing is that they go around without credits because people think I was hired there = I don't need credits)

#freddy carter #starfury conventions #into the fold

[vetteldixon]

‘W’ IS FOR WEIGHT OF THE WORLD. 

MICK SCHUMACHER

Road & Track Sept/Oct 2022 Interview by Travis Okulski and Photograph by Cayce Clifford 

IN HIS SECOND SEASON with Haas F1 Team, Mick Schumacher seems more comfortable driving out from under his dad’s enormous shadow [fig. 1].

           ROAD & TRACK: This is your second season of F1, and you have thrived in the second season of every series you’ve raced. You’ve scored your first points; the car is great.          

MICK SCHUMACHER: My second year has been pretty good most of the time. But I would say that usually my first years haven’t been awful.

           R&T: No one’s saying they were awful!          

MS: Unfortunately, I was sometimes unlucky [in the first season], and that made it look like the second year was extremely good. Last year was quite special. We had a bad car and still managed to get into Q2. We got close to points at times, and obviously this year is very different in terms of the overall situation. It’s very hard to compare them. Imagine how the third year will look!

           R&T: There’s more interest in F1 now than ever. What do you think of how the sport has grown?          

MS: The demand is huge at the moment, the biggest it’s been in a long time. Partly I would say it’s because of Netflix making it much more of a fan-friendly environment for people who maybe don’t understand the sport or haven’t been in the sport for long. They are now able to watch the sport without having to wonder what we are doing. I think we’re on a very good wave, and hopefully we’ll be able to stay there for a long time. I think everything comes to a moment where it changes. And I think we’re set to anticipate that moment, to keep growing, and keep making it interesting—and maybe not overkill it by throwing 40 races at it—and try to make it enjoyable for people to watch and bring a suspenseful moment to it. Formula usually has that by nature, because you have humans racing in machines against each other.

           R&T: Have you watched Drive to Survive?          

MS: Every episode I wasn’t in.

           R&T: Why’s that?          

MS: Well, most of my friends that watched it said I wasn’t in it much. That’s all right. I don’t like seeing myself on-screen. I don’t see myself as a celebrity or whatever. I feel like I’m still 12 at times.

R&T: F1’s regulations are going to change in 2026. With free and full control over what the next car is, what’s your dream machine?

MS: Don’t do that. It’s going to be completely different. It’s going to bring my hopes up. I’d probably make it as light as I could. So, early-2000s-type weight, which is like 250 kilos lighter compared to right now. And make it still a ground-effect car. Probably put a V-10 into it or a V-8, depending which one’s more efficient. And I’d try to get more tire manufacturers on board—at least three—and try to have more engine manufacturers as well.

           R&T: So you want a 2004 car with ground effects?          

MS: Something like that.

           R&T: With second-generation drivers, fans naturally want to judge the current driver by the standards set by their father. How do you keep comparisons with your dad in perspective?          

MS: I invite it. I am more than happy to get compared to my dad. He’s obviously the best, and he will always be the best. I always want to be compared to the best. I’m fortunate to be able to be compared to him. So yeah, I definitely take it onboard, cherish it, and take it as a huge compliment and something that motivates me. ■

#mick schumacher #f1 #road & track

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Ladynoir July 2023 Day 30: Against the World

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“Happy Birthday, Chat!”

Those words and an explosion of confetti greeted Chat as he landed on the rooftop. He laughed with delight, surveying the smiling expressions of his friends and teammates. Though he’d received text messages from everyone earlier that day, this was the first time he was seeing anyone today.

“I can’t believe your asshole dad made you work on your birthday,” Rena said, grabbing Chat in a hug. “What a jerk!”

“Yeah, it sucked,” Chat said, hugging her back. He let go only to be yanked into a hug by Queen Bee, and then by Carapace and Ladybug. Viperion clapped him on the shoulder affectionately.

“Did you have a long day?” Ladybug asked, reaching over to brush some confetti from Chat’s shoulders.

“It was okay,” Chat said mildly. That was an understatement. In truth, his day had sucked. The photograph session, which was only supposed to be for the morning, had stretched out forever. He’d even missed his afterschool lessons because of it. He was tired, frustrated, and achy from having to stand in one position for hours on end while the photographer, wardrobe artists, lighting people, and everyone else squabbled.

Ladybug’s face filled with sympathy. “I’m sorry. Here, come sit down. We’re not patrolling tonight.”

“We’re not?” Chat said with surprise.

“Nope. Ladybug brought cake, and I brought hot chocolate,” Queen Bee said, dragging Chat over to a blanket that had been spread out. There was a picnic basket and some thermoses waiting for them.

The others followed and they all sat down in a circle. Ladybug opened the basket and took out six cupcakes. Chat was torn between laughing and crying when he saw that she’d decorated them to be miraculous-themed. Laughter won out when she handed him the Ladybug cupcake, which had red frosting with delicate black spots.

“These are so cute,” Rena said, looking at her Carapace cupcake with delight.

“They’re great. Thank you, My Lady,” Chat said, and she smiled at him.

“Happy Birthday, Chaton,” she said softly.

“Let’s toast!” Viperion said, holding his cupcake up.

“To Chat Noir!” Carapace cried as they bumped their cupcakes together.

“To Chat Noir!” the others echoed, and then they all took huge bites of their cupcakes.

“Wow, this is delicious!” Chat said. The inside of his cupcake was chocolate with raspberry filling. It turned out that each cupcake was a different flavor.

Ladybug blushed and waved away their praise. “It was nothing, but I’m glad they taste good.”

Queen Bee broke out the hot chocolate then. Viperion passed the cups around. Chat took a sip of hot chocolate and a bite of his cupcake and felt good for the first time all day. That was what pushed him to make his announcement.

“I want to move out of my dad’s house now that I’m 18.”

Everyone looked at him in surprise.

“I have some money saved up,” Chat went on. “So I’m going to quit my job, too. I hate modeling. I’m sick of it. I can’t take it anymore.”

“… Whoa,” Rena said after a moment, blinking.

“Does your dad know about this?” Carapace asked.

“No. I’m going to tell him tomorrow,” Chat said.

“Where will you go?” Viperion and Ladybug asked almost simultaneously.

“I… don’t know yet,” Chat admitted.

“Yes, you do,” Queen Bee declared. “You’ll come live in the hotel with me. You can have your own room and it won’t cost you anything. It’ll still be you against the world, but for free.” She flashed him a smile, and Chat returned it with a grateful look.

Ladybug reached over and grabbed Chat’s hand. She didn’t say anything, but she squeezed his hand hard. It was exactly what Chat needed. He squeezed back and gave the group a shaky smile.

Tomorrow was going to be a nightmare. Tonight, he was celebrating with his friends and his lady.

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #rena rouge #carapace #queen bee #viperion #miraculous ficlet #post reveal #my fics #ladynoirjuly2023

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A Day at the Park

Genre: fluff

Characters: GN! SheepMC + Luke, Mammon and Simeon

Universe: Obey Me

Warnings: none

A/N: I wanted to write something about Sheep MC for once. Here I headcanon that the other humans see SheepMC as a plushie.

"BAAAAA!"

With your little paws you were hopping all over the room, anxious to go to the park. Luke promised you that after school you would go to the human world to have some fun and Simeon had agreed to let you go. Mammon had tried, in vain, to take you in his arms to make you stand still, but you were too fast and hopping everywhere for too much happiness.

After a long wait, Luke showed up at your door and you ran to the entrance to go and greet him... rolling down the stairs. With a loud 'Boink' you had landed down the flight of stairs, whining. Mammon had sighed and picked you up from the ground. "Human, what did I tell you? You don't have to run around the house, your paws are too short."

You had sadly exclaimed a 'BAAAAAA' and he went to open the door. In front of you was Luke, ready to go to the park.  Seeing Mammon he had bowed his head, confused.

"What are you doing here?"

"You know how it is, I live there"

"I mean at the door"

He had stared at the young angel, stunned. Did he expect a pocket-sized sheep to open the door to him or what?  Noticing your presence in Mammon's arms, Luke greeted you and you gloated happily making strange sounds. Mammon had left you on the ground and you had started hopping around Luke.  The bell tied to your bow was ringing around the house.

"Well, then we go"

Luke had taken you by the paw, leaving the house. Mammon, meanwhile, had sent a message to Simeon.

'They're out'

'Perfect, comnig'

Mammon had stayed a second staring at that message, realizing a few seconds after Simeon had written to him that he was coming.  He still had problems with DDD.

Unaware of everything, you and Luke had ended up in the human world, precisely in a park. Luke was amazed when, in front of the main gate, he saw the vastness of that place. You, on the other hand, were more impressed by the immense amount of cats and goslings that were circling around you. You had gently caressed a cat that purred on you, while the 'Quack' of one of the goslings behind you had made you jump in fear. Luke had laughed, intent on photographing a peacock that had curled up on a slide. Once the picture was taken, Luke had said goodbye to 'Mr. Peacock’, and you walked up the hill.

It was so full of cats that you wish Satan had been there to see them.

Luke had pulled you up to lean out to see the water and a small turtle had emerged to say hello. You had greeted with a 'BAAAAA' and she in response had dived again, leaving you disappointed.

Once above the hill, you had found small cat houses and swings. You pointed at them and so Luke helped you climb over one of the free swings and started pushing you.  People around you giggled at seeing a child pushing what for them seemed to be a rag sheep on the swing.

In the distance, Mammon and Simeon were watching you to check that everything was fine.

Luke had gone to get some cold drinks at the kiosk and the owner had observed Luke, noticing how young he was to be left alone.

"Tell me, son... where are mom and dad?"

He had looked at him, confused.  "Oh, I'm alone with my friend MC!"  and he had pointed out to you, while you had begun to jump.

In the eyes of the owner of the kiosk you looked like a small plush sheep, so worried that Luke was alone, he had tried to call someone. Mammon and Simeon, in the distance, had beckoned him to be quiet.

Soon after, when you had left the kiosk, the angel and the demon had approached the owner to explain the situation.

He had nodded. "Sorry, I didn't understand it was your son"

The two had looked at each other, shaking their heads.

"Oh, then... your brother?"

Simeon had nodded so as not to arouse too much suspicion and they had continued to follow you.

Meanwhile, you were almost tumbled down the hill and Luke chased you as fast as he could. You had 'landed' in front of the rabbit house and noticing a hole in the net, you had slipped in to go and greet them. Luke had found you submerged in rabbits and panicking.

He had barely managed to get you out of there and get you to sit on a bench.  A little girl younger than Luke, meanwhile, had approached him and pointed at you, writing on a blackboard ‘Your sheep is beautiful’

"Their name is MC!"

'What a funny name'

You had mumbled something, but she could not see you, Luke instead had chuckled, a little tense.  She seemed very interested in you.  She had continued to write, asking Luke if he could give her the 'funny-named sheep'. He had shaken his head and she had pouted, sad.

"Do you often come here?"

She had nodded and Luke had promised her that he would return with a mc-shaped soft toy after asking his friend Simeon for help.  She had clapped her hands, happy and had gone to play on a slide.

You, meanwhile, had tried to get off the bench, falling and slamming your face. Luke had picked you up and taken you away from there. Too many emotions for that day.

As you left the park you had greeted the kittens and goslings with your paw.

Once back home, waiting for you were Simeon in Mammon who, as if nothing had happened, had welcomed you into the house. Luke had looked at Simeon, curious to know what he was doing there, and he had told him that he had passed by to say hello.

Luke had laughed, telling him that he had noticed that he had been followed by the two of them all the time and you had issued a 'BAAAAA!?' full of bewilderment. No, you had not noticed either Mammon's presence or Simeon's.

Simeon had apologized to Luke, and you had started hopping near Mammon to get caught in his rms.  Shortly after picking you up, you were already sleeping like a dormouse.

"I think it was a long day for MC"

Mammon had said goodbye to Simeon and Luke and taken you to your room, where he had put you to bed, rolling up your blankets.

"Good night, little MC. Sleep well."

#obey me #obey me luke #obey me sheep mc #obey me mammon #obey me simeon #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me fic #obey me fluff

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 20: Tattoo

New school year, new feelings. Stiles' hair finally grew out and Scott dragged him to see him receive a tattoo which was a new attitude for Scott.

Sam's mom finally saved up enough to get a new car and gave Sam her previous one which was no problem for Sam, since she liked it a lot better than her new one.

A few new details on the car and it was finally hers for real. In the three months of the summer, Sam learned a few new things since the whole Gerard thing.

The voices she'd been hearing… They were the voices of Greek goddesses. She thought it was weird considering she never really dabbled too deep into Greek mythology. It was interesting and all, but it wasn't something she was focused on. She supposed she had no choice now. So far, she's only heard three voices and they've been helping her with these new powers.

Well, helping her come to terms that she can now manipulate shadows. She hasn't told the other two yet… she hadn't even told Derek. Speaking of which, the two haven't talked for a while since the whole pack of alphas thing is happening.

She let him know that whenever he needed them, that they were always down to help. Scott's got no choice in the matter since his girlfriend continuously tried to kill him and his friends.

Speaking of which, Lydia and Sam are friends now. Stiles was right. Regardless of everything that had happened, she ended up being friends with her, turned or not. She wasn't all that bad. Preppy, very preppy, but she was cool.

Sam's even gotten along with Isaac more. She didn't know it before but he was pretty funny. A little unstable, but funny. He hasn't heard anything from either Boyd or Erica which worries him. But she reassured him that they'll be okay as long as they stay together.

She shifted her car into park after finding a free spot in the parking lot at school.

She grabbed her bag out of the passenger seat and walked into the building looking for her friends. The vibe of school was different. Jackson wasn't here, he moved to England with his parents after traveling with Lydia and Scott's girlfriend.

The school had to get a new photographer…

And they ended up getting the old principal back. Lacrosse was even changed to Cross Country. Finstock was still coaching even if it wasn't for lacrosse. He was now coach of the Cross Country team that included everyone from the lacrosse team.

Sam grinned seeing her favorite chuckleheads. "My boys!", she cheered, running up to them. They grinned, hugging her. "How're you guys feeling about this year?", Sam asked.

"Not too bad.", Scott responded.

"Are you ready for this?", Stiles asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Ready for what?", Scott smiled.

"First day of the end of our lives. College prep, SAT's, no social life?", Stiles listed.

"Already dreading it, huh?", San asked, smiling. She turned to Scott. "Lemme see it!", she says, tugging at his sleeve. Scott sighed and looked down to the floor. "What, your mom said no?", Sam asked.

"No, that's not it. I— I got it.", he corrected. "Then lemme see. What's wrong with it?", Sam asked.

He rolled up his sleeve to show her nothing. "What'd you ask for, invisible ink?", Sam joked. "It healed. I got it, and it healed. I freaked, I don't know what to do.", Scott stressed.

"Maybe Derek knows something about that…", Sam mumbled. "He got the triskelion on his back. Maybe it healed and then appeared."

"Derek's a little busy trying to find Erica and Boyd at the moment.", Stiles said.

"You didn't let Gerard kill him," Sam said to Scott, "He kinda owes you one."

"Yeah but I kept my plan from him. He's probably still pissed.", Scott said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Welp. Then, you owe him one.", Sam says, smiling. Scott rolled his eyes as they went off walking to their first English class. They sat down, Scott across from Stiles and Sam in front of Stiles.

Sam frowned as she recognized a familiar face. Allison looked around for a place to sit; the only spot left was in front of Scott. Next to Sam.

Just her luck.

Scott told his friends how she avoided him all summer too. Sam didn't like that. Your mother tried killing your boyfriend and his best friend and you're not even upset by that??? Then you try to kill them both?

Allison glanced at Sam and the girl glared at her before looking out the window. Sam felt her phone buzz in her pocket and she pulled it out. What bothered her was that everyone else's phones seemed to be doing the same thing.

The hell…

Sam looked at the screen to see an unknown number. The text was some quote. She read the text to herself and perked up to hear someone reading the last line of the text.

"…seemed to lead into a heart of immense darkness. This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off everyone.", A woman walked in, holding her own phone. She must've been the teacher.

She's never seen her, though.

She seemed so young for a teacher, she'd almost mistaken her for a teacher's assistant. She wasn't bad looking either. Not on a Lydia level of "jaw dropping", but still pretty.

The principal came in and whispered in her ear. She looked up and around the classroom."Mr. McCall?", she called.

Scott looked up and she motioned with her finger for him to follow her. Sam and Stiles looked at him before looking at each other. They just got here. What did Scott do?

A few minutes passed and Stiles was in a heavy, quiet conversation with Lydia. Sam tuned it out, mindlessly doodling. It's good that they got along, but what the hell was Stiles so pressed about?

Sam heard a familiar feminine voice. Chaotic and almost playful. Eris…"They're coming…"

A thump coming from the window yanked Sam out of her thoughts. She thought it was nothing really, but she slowly turned her head to the window, furrowing her eyebrows to see a small splat of blood on the window.

The entire classroom's vibe shifted. It was normal and quiet, but now it's tense and quiet. What the hell was that…?

Her eyes widened as she sat up straight to see a bunch of birds swarming. That's never a good sign.

Ms. Blake slowly made her way over to the windows as the full classroom could hear caws of birds becoming louder. Everyone was thinking the same thing.

This isn't good.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of birds were flying straight towards the classroom window. Another bird mindlessly hit the window, leaving a blood stain. Then another, and another. More seemed to be coming.

"Stiles, get up.", Sam rushed as she stood up, flipping her desk toward the window as they all suddenly shattered. All the birds rushed in, forcing everyone to duck and get down.

Ms. Blake was screaming repeatedly for everyone to get down. Sam pulled Stiles and Lydia over to her as they barricaded behind Sam's desk while the birds and other students screamed and flailed.

It seemed to go on for an hour but finally stopped.

Stiles, Lydia, and Sam slowly got up from the ground along with everyone else in the room. They looked around the room in shock. Notebooks, backpacks, black feathers and dead birds covered the floor.

Sam glanced over at her notebook that was open on the tile floor. The page she had doodled on was still open and a small drawing of a feather was in the middle of the lined paper.

She drew that…?

The cops, ambulances, and fire trucks immediately arrived at the scene. Some kids were injured due to the birds relentlessly attacking them.

Sam grabbed her phone from her bag and texted Scott's number asking where he went and texted him what happened. She got a response a few seconds later.

Isaac emergency. About to go to Derek's, ttyl

Wow. He didn't even think to tell any of them. And what the hell happened to Isaac?

After school, Stiles and Sam went to the Hale house, taking note of the new painted over door. He must've tried to get rid of that symbol.

Sam walked in to see Scott and Derek sat in front of each other in the broken living room.

Derek's eyes were red as he was examining Scott's arm, where he pointed out his unseen tattoo.

"Yeah, I see it. Two bands, right?", Derek asked, tilting his head.

Sam looked at Scott in disbelief. "You're getting a tattoo of two bands?", Sam asked. Derek looked at her in confusion.

"What does it mean?", Derek asked. Scott sighed.

"I don't know. It's just something I traced with my fingers." He ran his finger on a dusty table beside him.

"Why is this so important to you?", Derek looked at him, curious. Scott's mouth opened and closed, lost for words. He looked at Derek. "Do you know what the word tattoo means?"

Stiles stepped in. "To mark something." Sam gave the back of his head a slap.

"Well, that's in Tahitian.", Scott corrected. "In Samoan, it means open wound."

Sam looked at Scott with a tilt of her head before she realized what he was talking about. Sam gave Scott a sympathetic look as Derek's head turned to look at Stiles and her.

Scott's choice… he really thought hard about this. She respected it even though she didn't respect who he was doing it for.

"I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned eighteen, I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now to make it kind of a reward.", Scott told Derek.

"For what?", Derek asked softly.

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to. Even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants.", Scott says and Sam gave Scott's shoulder a rub. "And four months later it still hurts. It still feels like an, an um—" Scott struggled to finish.

"Like an open wound.", Stiles finished.

"Yeah.", Scott nodded, swallowing. "You wanna remember it. Remember why you did it.", Sam says, making him look up at her. "No regrets, yeah?"

Scott nodded, firmly.

"The pain's going to be worse than anything you've ever felt.", Derek mumbled.

"Oh, that's great.", Stiles commented.

Scott let out a soft sigh. "Do it." Sam patted his back, only to stop as Derek picked up a blowtorch.

"Uh…", she started.

"Yup, that's a lot for me so I'm going to take that as my cue. Um, I'm just gonna wait outside!", Stiles began walking but Derek stopped him by pulling the back of his shirt.

"Nope.", Derek says, pushing him back. "Help hold him down."

Both Sam and Stiles took hold of Scott as Derek readied the blowtorch.

Derek leaned in slow, the flames almost touching Scott's arm and once they did, Scott was screaming and writhing around.

It was keeping everything for Sam not to get caught in the flames.

"Hold him!", Derek ordered. She looked at him in disbelief. "Uh– you try holding him!", she retorted.

Scott continued screaming and squirming as the flames of the blowtorch burned through his skin. Scott had phased, his eyes gleamed of gold and his fangs extended. Suddenly he stopped and passed out.

Derek had finally finished and Scott was still out. Sam shook her head at the boy.

She saw him stir awake before waking up. Scott looked around for a minute and finally his eyes landed on his tattoo.

"It worked!", he cheered. Sam smiled. "I'm glad you're happy about it.", she says then grabbed the front of his shirt. "Don't make me go through that again."

He smiled before he got up and put his shirt back on. Sam walked up to the front of the house, noticing Derek avoiding eye contact with her. She lagged behind as the other boys walked to the door, talking.

Derek quickly turned his back to her and went the opposite way. Sam followed.

"Hey.", Sam says. He turned to her, looking at her like how he did the first time they talked. Slight malice. Irritation. Stress.

"What's up with you?", Sam asked. "As I said before," he says, walking over to the table. "Nothing you should be worrying yourself over."

She frowned. Sam walked up to him, standing by one of the sides of the table as he looked down at the table. "When has that ever stopped me?", she asked.

Derek looked up at her, this time his face completely changed. He looked almost sad. It made her worried. "What's wrong?", Sam asked.

"You painted the door." Scott called, his eyes examining the door.

Shit.

Derek and Sam looked at each other before looking at Scott. Scott took note of that as he looked at them. "Why'd you paint the door?", Scott asked Derek.

Derek's jaw clenched. "Go home, Scott." Scott ran his hand over the door.

"And why only one side?", he asked. Scott flicked his hand out and extended his claws.

"Scott.", Sam called, walking over to him. He took a clawed finger and scraped the paint off the door slowly. Scott began clawing furiously at the door, shredding the paint.

"Scott!" Sam yelled as Derek and Sam quickly rushed forward to the door and watched Scott destroy the door.

Scott was grunting furiously, his eyes filled with anger. He finally stopped, panting as he looked at the Alpha symbol.

"The—the birds at school, the deer last night just like the night I got trampled by the deer…I got bit by the Alpha. How many are there?", Scott growled at Derek.

Derek sighed through his nose as he crossed his arms. "A pack of them."

"An Alpha pack.", Sam said. Scott and Stiles looked at her in disbelief. "All of them?" Stiles shook his head. "How does that even work?"

"I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica," Derek paused, "Peter, Isaac, Sam, and I were looking for them for the past four months.", he confessed.

"You were in on this?", Scott yelled at Sam. She looked down in shame. "Yes."

"So this whole time you told me Derek was giving us a break, it was just to hide this, but you were in on it anyways!?", Scott pressed.

"No. He wanted me out of it.", Sam explained. "Out of what?", Scott yelled.

"The Alpha situation, Scott! What else!? He wanted us to have a normal life for a couple of months until he could figure out what the fuck was happening.", Sam explained, frustrated. "We weren't doing this to keep you out in the dark completely. You just went through a lot of shit. All of us did!"

Scott sighed harshly through his nose as he focused on Derek. "So you find them…" Scott began, "how do you deal with an Alpha pack?"

"With all the help I can get.", Derek says.

"Where is she?" They heard and turned around to see Isaac awake and dazed. "Where's the girl?"

All their brows furrowed in confusion as they walked up to him.

"Where is she?" Isaac repeated, "Where's the girl?"

"What girl?", Derek asked. Derek finally sent them home, them being Stiles and Sam as he and Scott interrogated the poor dazed and confused Isaac.

As Sam got home and freshened up, she looked over her notes from over the summer on how to make alters and such. Just small stuff.

Putting away her stuff in her closet, Sam paused as she heard a small creak behind her. She picked up an abandoned comb, and rushed to throw it at whatever was behind her.

There stood Derek who easily caught it before the tail poked his face. "You're getting better. But, a comb? Really?", he said, walking over to her desk, setting it down.

Sam stood from her closet floor, turning off the light and leaving it. "I don't exactly have weapons in my closet, Derek.", Sam retorted.

"Make one. Make something. Anything is better than nothing.", he says, sitting down at her desk, facing her. Sam frowned as she walked over to him. "What's wrong with you today? What're you so concerned about?"

"I don't want them to know about you. For that to happen, you'd have to stay away from Scott.", he says.

She raised an eyebrow. "You want me to stay away from Scott? The last time you asked of this, it didn't work. I told you before, we're still friends with Stiles, so it'll make it even more difficult because we go to the same school."

He didn't say anything, focusing on his shoes instead. Sam nudged his foot with hers. "Why are you actually here…?", Sam asked, crossing her arms.

He sighed. "I don't trust your vulnerability right now.", he said, finally looking at her. Sam shook her head. "What did I tell you about having faith in me?"

"I'm not saying I don't—"

"But you aren't saying that you do.", she cut off. He closed his mouth. "I'm… Happy that you're worried about me and all, but I'm a big girl, D. I can handle a couple of scraps here and there. Just… believe in me.", Sam said.

Derek scoffed. "You say that, but you haven't even seen the alphas. I'm just…worried that you'll get caught up into some shit you shouldn't.", he said frowning. "It was enough with you being bitten. I still don't know why you haven't changed yet."

Sam shrugged. "Whatever happens, happens. All I know is that I got a pro on my side.", she grinned.

Derek smirked, "A pro, huh?"

Sam nodded. "You're the only one I can trust with werewolf type stuff. I can't exactly rely on Peter… His trust with me is… pending."

He chuckled a bit. "He's like that with everyone."

Sam shrugged before plopping on her bed. "What's up with the Alpha situation?", she asked.

"It's been over a month and there hasn't been any leads.", he shrugged.

"So… that means we're okay?", Sam asked. Derek sighed through his nose. "For now. I'm not getting my hopes up that they won't be around."

"That's good enough for me.", Sam smiled. Derek rolled his eyes as playful as he could. It was better than the look on his face he had before.

He looked like he wanted to say more but finally decided. "I wanna show you something.", he suddenly says.

Sam tilted her head in wonder. "That would be?"

Derek got up. "Get dressed in something comfortable since it's just a little trip.", he says, ready to jump out her window again.

Once he leaves, she gets dressed in sweats and a regular shirt before putting on her shoes and leaving with him.

He led her to an old building but once they walked inside, Sam looked around in wonder. "Woah…", she smiled as she saw the big window ahead of them.

The moonlight poured through the dark living area, giving the place its own type of glow. All Derek had at the moment was a couch and table but that was a work in progress.

She caught his smile. "You like it?", he asked. She nodded. "It's nice. You're missing a few things, but it's pretty nice.", Sam says, making him give a small chuckle.

"It would be better if he had better things.", they heard a familiar voice and turned to see Peter standing in the kitchen. Sam narrowed her eyes. "You.", she sneered.

"Hi.", he greeted, sipping on a cup of whatever he had. Sam sighed, rolling her eyes. Of course he was here.

She shook her head and turned around in the almost empty place. It was pretty huge. "It's really not bad.", Sam says, smiling.

Derek gave her a bigger smile. Almost like he was proud of himself. And for a moment, it was the best one she's seen.

"So, what was up with Isaac the other day?", Sam asked the next day she came back to the loft, writing down her notes.

"I have someone coming to help him get his memory back.", Derek informed.

"Wow, we got werewolf memory emitters now?", Sam asked.

"No," he paused, "I have Peter." She stopped her writing and looked up at him. "Peter?", Sam asked in disbelief.

He nodded. "Derek, how the hell is he gonna help Isaac? He lost his powers as alpha. Wouldn't that make him unstable and potentially kill Isaac?", Sam asked.

"Don't say that!", Isaac exclaimed nervously as he paced back into the room.

"Sorry!", Sam grimaced then turned to Derek. "Derek, we're talking about Peter here. He killed your sister, tried to kill both you and Scott, tried to kill me, tried to turn me and Lydia and took over our bodies to bring himself back to life…. That's not exactly what I would call reliable. That's just out for self."

"I know.", he said. "But it's the only choice I have to finding Boyd and Erica."

"I'm starting to not like this idea. Sounds kinda dangerous. You know, I definitely don't like this idea, I definitely don't like him.", Isaac pressed, nervously.

"You'll be fine.", Derek reassured.

"Does it have to be him?", Isaac looked from the window to Derek, who was sitting down on a chair, reading.

"He knows how to do it, I don't. It'd be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself.", Derek informed him.

Isaac walked over to the steel table Sam sat on and began nervously playing with a book.

"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? And I know Sam definitely doesn't either. Personally, I—I trust both of them."

"Do you trust me?", Derek looked up at his beta, raising his thick eyebrows. Isaac looked at Sam and Sam nodded at him.

"Yeah.", Isaac answered and picked at the book, "I still don't like him."

"Nobody likes him.", Derek replied. The sound of the metal door scraping together sounded through the apartment as the door opened as Peter Hale walked in.

"Boys," he looked at Sam. "And lady." he began as he started sashaying towards them, "FYI, yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So, I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling, straight to my face.", he finishes, smiling.

"We don't like you.", Derek and Sam simultaneously said boredly. Derek tossed the book he was reading on the table and stood up.

"Now shut up and help us.", Derek ordered. Peter looked at him and shrugged. "Fair enough." And with the flick of his hand, his claws came out. She was surprised that they still worked.

Isaac sat in a chair, hugging its sides tightly, while Peter walked and stood behind him.

"One slip and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them."

"Y-you've had a lot of practice though, right?", Isaac hopefully wondered.

"Well I've never paralyzed anyone."

"And you won't.", Sam bluntly said, closing her book as she crossed her arms.

Peter turned to her. "Do you want to take his place, Samantha? I'm sure it'd be—"

"Again, piss off.", Sam says, clasping her hands together with a fake smile.

"Wait, does that mean—", Isaac started but Peter sunk his claws into the boy's neck. They both began twitching as if they were struggling to sit still.

"Wait, I see them!", Peter exclaimed. Peter pulled away, nearly knocking into the table while Isaac lurched forward, panting heavily.

Sam got off the table and made her way over to Isaac while Derek and Peter talked.

Sam rubbed Isaac's back as he calmed down. "You okay?", Sam asked. He swallowed and nodded, relieved that he survived.

"Isaac found them. I-I barely saw them, just—just glimpses—", Peter started, rambling on and on.

"But you did see them?", Derek firmly asked his uncle. Peter nodded.

"And worse."

"Deucalion.", Derek said, realizing. So the bigger alpha had the two betas locked up somewhere…

"He was talking to them, something about time running out.", Peter rushed, making Sam's eyes widen. "What does it mean?", Isaac asked. Derek sat on his chair, his hands clasping tightly together.

"He's going to kill them.", Sam says, settling herself on the table, in thought. Peter shook his head. "No, no, no, no, he didn't say that. He did make a promise that by the full moon they'd both be dead."

"The next full moon?", Derek asked, staring at Peter.

"Tomorrow night.", his uncle responded grimly. They all jumped to the sound of Sam's phone blaring as Scott called her. Scott asked both for Sam and Derek to show up at the school.

After showing up, they walked into a classroom that had Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and unfortunately Allison.

Scott explained himself and Sam looked at him in disbelief. "A bruise, Scott? Really?"

Allison and Lydia had their arms stretched out, an identical strange shaped bruise was on both of their wrists.

"How is a bruise going to tell me where Boyd and Erica are?", Derek looked at Scott, frustrated. Allison glared at him.

Sam glared at her. "On both sides, exactly the same.", Scott said.

"It's nothing.", Derek dismissed, glaring right back at Allison.

"Paradolia," Lydia spoke up, "seeing patterns that aren't there. It's a subset of apophenia."

"That means…?", Sam asked, confused. "Sam, they're trying to help.", Scott scolded. Sam looked at him in confusion. "I didn't say they weren't!", Sam says, shrugging.

"These two?", Derek asked and pointed a hand at Lydia, "this one, who was one of the girls who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Also, thank you for that." Derek pointed at Allison, "And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me, my pack, and your best friend."

"Hey now, come on, no one died. Alright? Look there may have been a little maiming, ok…a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction.", Stiles tried reassuring.

"My mother died.", Allison argued.

"Your family's little "honor code" killed your mother. Not me.", Derek said.

"A girl's looking for Scott, I'm here to help him—"

"Please.", Sam sneered.

"—not you." She finished as she glared at Sam.

"You want to help? Find something real.", Derek turned around, dragging Sam with him as they began walking out. Scott followed.

"Give her a chance.", Scott pleaded. Sam sighed as Derek glared at him.

"Scott, she is a hunter. Okay? That whole shit in the police station and that rave party was enough for me.", Sam says.

"They're on our side now.", Scott assured.

"Well then maybe you should tell her what her mother was actually trying to do that night.", Derek pointed. Scott looked at Sam with pleading eyes.

"Sam, please.", Scott pleaded.

"Scott, she shot me with an arrow and then tried to do it again, and then tried to stab me.", Sam expressed with wide eyes. "I don't even trust her dad at this point.", Sam shook her head.

He sighed. "Well, can you trust me? I just need that."

Sam frowned, deflating. She sighed. "Fine.", she submits. Derek looked at her in disbelief and Sam turned to him, fixing him a look. "I'm trusting him. Not her. Completely two different people."

Derek rolled his eyes as he shook his head and left.

Sam turned to Scott. "This is gonna be my last time. She's on thin fucking ice with me.", Sam says, and he hugs her. "Thank you. That's all I ask."

Sam hugged him back. She loved that he was always trying to see the good in everyone he liked, but sometimes it wasn't worth it. He didn't know how to let go of someone who was barely down for him.

Sam backed away as she left them in the classroom and followed Derek.

Sam and Stiles went to Finstock's class only for his dad to come in, excusing Stiles for some unknown reasons that made Sam and Stiles look at each other in confusion.

Apparently, Heather, a girl whose birthday party Stiles dragged Sam to, disappeared. Stiles was the last to be seen with her so people immediately thought he was a suspect.

The two had been together from the second they walked into the party. Heather bluntly ran up to Stiles and pulled him in for a kiss, which kinda shocked me because she didn't think he was over Lydia.

Not only that, before he left, a condom flew out of Stiles' pocket. An XXL condom to be exact.

Since when was Stiles having sex? The boy was practically a statue for virgins.

After all that, they ended up at Deaton's hospital while Derek, Stiles, Scott and Sam poured several pounds of ice into a metal tub full of cold water.

"Like being hypnotized.", she hears Isaac say as he and Deaton enter the room.

"Exactly," Deaton said. "You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind." Isaac crouched down, leaning his arms against the rim of the tub.

"So, how slow does his heart rate really have to be for this to work?", Sam asked, rubbing her cold hands together for warmth.

"Very slow.", Deaton answered.

"Yeah well, how slow is very slow?", Derek asked.

"Nearly dead.", Deaton corrected.

"Wow.", Sam says, placing her cold hands in her pockets as she looked at the ice filled tub.

Isaac's hand reached down for the water and immediately recoiled away. "It's safe though, right?", Isaac asked the vet.

"Do you want me to answer honestly?", Deaton looked down at the nervous Beta with a smile.

"No, not really.", Isaac mumbled. They all looked up to hear a snapping noise and saw Stiles playing with a long, large rubber glove he put on his hand.

He noticed their stares. "What?", Stiles asked.

Derek raised his eyebrows, giving him an unamused look. Stiles pouted, yanking it off, and throwing it on the floor.

Derek sighed before looking at Isaac. "Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do it.", Derek reassured.

"Regardless, we still have to figure out where your other two betas are.", Sam says. Isaac sighed then he pulled off his shirt and prepared himself.

Isaac's breath hitched as he entered the tub. He submerged his entire body in the water and began breathing heavily. Derek and Scott wrapped their hands around Isaac's shoulders and submerged him in the tub completely.

Suddenly Isaac emerged from the ice cold water and began thrashing. He roared as his head broke the surface. Derek and Scott struggled to push him down.

Sam rolled up her own sleeves, helping them with Isaac and winced at the cold feeling. What her arms were feeling is nothing compared to what he went through.

As Isaac thrashed, the freezing water and ice splashed out of the tub, on to the floor and on them.

He was surprisingly stronger than Derek which threw Sam off. Sam placed a hand on Isaac's chest and another on his forehead, firm but not hard enough to make him panic.

It was enough. The water stopped splashing and Isaac stopped moving. They all let go of his body and watched as he slowly rose to the surface. Derek, Scott, and Sam kept their paling hands in the water just in case Isaac decided to thrash again.

He was pale, almost purple. He reminded her of Matt and how dead he looked. Sam shook her head out of those thoughts and watched as he looked calm enough.

"Now remember, only I talk to him.", Deaton quietly said. "Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out." Deaton leaned forward to the tub. "Isaac, can you hear me?", Deaton called.

"Yes." Isaac replied. "I can hear you."

"This is Doctor Deaton. I would like to ask you a few questions, is that alright?"

"Yes.", Isaac replied calmly despite shivering.

"I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible, like you're actually there again." Once Deaton said that, Isaac frowned, immediately tensing up.

"I-I don't wanna do that.", he whimpered. The lights in the room began going in and out, making Sam glance at him and the lights. Isaac mumbled, panicking slightly.

"Just relax. They're just memories. You cant be hurt by a memory. Relax.", Deaton reassured. Isaac's tense body went limp. "Now let's go back to that night when you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building? House?"

"It's—it's not a house. It's um, it's stone. I t-think marble.", Isaac stuttered.

"That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?"

"It's dusty. Empty.", Isaac described.

"Like an abandoned building?" The lights began flickering again as he went quiet. "Isaac?" Deaton tried to get his attention.

Isaac's hand tightly grabbed Sam's arm for protection. "Someone's here, someone's here!", he yelled. Sam nearly buckled at the grip on her arm, keeping a sound of pain from exiting.

"Isaac, relax.", Deaton warned. "No, no, no!", Isaac yelled. "They see me, they see me!" Sam winced and bit her lip as his grip tightened.

"They're just memories. You can't be hurt by memories. Just relax. Relax." Isaac calmed once again, slowly letting go of me. "Good.", Deaton muttered. Sam gently pried his hand off of her and let it settle in the water. "Now tell us what you see, tell us everything.", Deaton ordered. Isaac's golden eyes opened.

"I hear him. He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises."

"Is he talking to Erica?", Deaton wondered.

"I think so, I can't—I can't see her. I can't, can't see either of them."

"Can you hear anything else?", Deaton asked.

"They're worried, they're worried what they'll do during the moon. They're worried that they're going to hurt each other." Where are they…?

"If they're locked in together during the full moon, they're gonna tear each other apart.", Derek whispered, shaking his head.

"Isaac," Deaton said even louder this time, "we need to find them right now! Can you see them?"

"No."

"Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door? A sign?" Isaac's face changed into a state of panic.

"They're here.", he whimpered. He began submerging himself in the water. The three kept him upright as he screamed, nearly drowning himself. "They're here! They see me! They found me! They're here!"

"This isn't working! Isaac, where are you?", Derek yelled.

"Derek, stop!", Sam harshly whispered.

"I can't see them! It's too dark!"

"Just tell me where you are!", Derek shouted.

"I can't see!", Isaac screamed. "They captured me! They have me! They're dragging me to a room!"

"Isaac, where are you?", Derek demanded. "What do you see? Tell me where you are!"

"He's going to go into shock!", Deaton warned Derek angrily.

"Derek, let him go!", Sam says, backing up.

"Isaac, where are you? What did you see?", Derek yelled.

"I see, I see a dead body! It's Erica's! It's Erica's!", Isaac's eyes looked around. "It's a bank vault! I saw it!" Isaac gasped, snapping out of it. "I saw it. I saw the name!"

Isaac jumped out of the tub and was immediately wrapped in towels. "It's, uh, Beacon Hills First National Bank. It's, um, it's an abandoned bank and they're keeping them locked inside, inside the vault."

They didn't say anything, all shocked. Derek backed away, despair plain on his face.

"What?", Isaac asked as he looked at them. "You don't remember what you said before you came out of it, do you?", Stiles asked.

"No.", Isaac shook his head.

"You said when they captured you, they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it."

"What body?" Isaac looked from Deaton, to Stiles, to Sam. Sam swallowed, blinking back unshed tears. "Erica's.", Sam say. "The body was Erica's."

They all stood in disbelief, all but Isaac who was still so confused. Derek was pacing, Isaac was sitting in a corner with Stiles, and Scott, of course, was trying to reassure them.

"She's not dead!", Derek exclaimed, still in denial.

"Derek, he said 'there's a dead body, it's Erica's. Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation.", Stiles said. Derek glared at Stiles.

"We can't say that it isn't because we weren't the ones that saw what happened.", Sam says.

"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?"

"We'll figure that out too.", Sam replied.

"And maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle. The one that saved you.", Scott suggested to Isaac.

The blond shook his head. "No, she wasn't like us. And whoever was."

"What if that's how Erica died? They—they, like, pit them against each other during the pull moons and see which ones survive. It's like a werewolf thunder dome!"

"Then we get them out tonight.", Derek declared.

"Be smart about this Derek, you can't just go storming in.", Deaton reasoned.

"If Isaac got in, then so can we.", Derek disagreed.

"So? That doesn't mean you go storming in there like you know the place. At this point, that vault is their territory and you'd be stepping in it with a big disadvantage.", Sam shook her head at his ignorance.

"We need a plan.", Scott said.

"How are we going to come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than twenty four hours?", Derek asked, turning to him.

"Uh, I think someone already did.", Stiles brought up, staring at his smartphone. "Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after vault robbery." Stiles read. Sam looked at his phone.

"Doesn't say how it was robbed.", Sam says. Stiles shrugged. "It probably won't take long to find out."

"How long?", Derek asked.

"It's the internet, Derek.", Stiles scoffed. Derek raised an eyebrow at him. "Kay, minutes.", Stiles clarified with a smug smile.

#teen wolf derek hale #derek hale x oc #derek hale x reader #derek hale imagine #derek hale #derek hale headcanon #derek hale x plus size reader #derek hale x black reader #plus size reader #x black reader #black reader #black writers

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@dollypartons95theses- REGGIE CINDERELLA AU this sounds amazing!

Sorry for the late relpy. Tumblr wouldn't let me post it on Monday and then my mom got sick and had to go to the ER and that was scary. But here you go!

I have a lot of plans for this fic, and eventually I want to turn it into an actual novel or screenplay. It's a found family Cinderella story that focuses on how hard it is to get out of an abusive household.

The ships are Willex, Rulie, Boggie, and Ray and Willie's mom!

Compared to North Hollywood, Los Feliz was a dream. There were no metal detectors, the class sizes were smaller, he got free one on one music lessons once a week during study hall, the media center had dozens of new computers students could use to get their work done, and Reggie hadn’t heard about any suspicious activity, then again it was the first day. 

Reggie was pretty sure no one was going to want to be his friend, but he was used to that. Who would want to be friends with the poor kid whose entire family abandoned him? 

Reggie’s first four blocks were fine. Los Feliz was on a block schedule, so normally he only had four classes to go to each day, but today he had to go to all eight and go over the syllabus. He did know for sure he would be getting a lot more homework than he would at North Hollywood. But this was worth it. This could be his only chance to get a decent education before Caleb kicks him out on his 18th birthday. He was going to make every second count.

During Lunch, Reggie chose to sit alone in the back of the cafeteria reading Jane Eyre. He had read it over the summer, but he also had a guided reading discussion next Friday, and he needed to make sure he was prepared. He didn’t get very far into reading before he heard a familiar voice.  

“Reggie?” A voice asked across the cafeteria. 

Reggie looked up from his book, and his face immediately paled. Caleb was going to murder him.

“I didn’t know you went here,” Willie said, taking a seat next to Reggie. He pulled his long black hair up into a messy bun and started to squirt ketchup all over his chicken sandwich. 

“I-I got a scholarship,” Reggie said nervously.

“Full ride?” Willie asked, taking a bite out of his chicken sandwich.

Reggie nodded his head slowly and started to put away his book now that he knew Willie was planning on staying for lunch. 

“You’re so lucky,” Willie said with a sigh. “Caleb is being a pompous ass and is insisting he pay my full tuition.”

“Why?” Reggie asked with a small giggle.

“I don’t know,” Willie sighed. “Something about not wanting the press to find out about him not treating all of his kids equally or some bullshit.”

Reggie gave a small smile knowing that Willie hated his dad as much as he did.

“It’s so stupid, though, because my stepdad’s family are like huge donors, and they were going to wave my tuition.”

“Stepdad?” Reggie asked. 

“Yeah, my mom got married over the summer,” he said casually. “My stepdad is great, he’s a photographer, and he has two kids who are not complete assholes like Claire and Crosby.” 

“So why are you and your mom coming over for dinner tonight?”

Willie groaned and put his head down on the table. 

“It’s going to be torture,” he said as he lifted his head slightly. “My mom failed to get full custody of me, so now Friday night dinners are mandatory, and he wants me to come along to any red carpet event he has. Are you working tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m working all night,” Reggie said with a small shrug. “Once I finish at your dad’s, then I’m off to wash dishes all night at the Club. I live a glamorous life.”

“Jesus, that sucks,” Willie said, slightly disappointed. “I got a job at this art supply store downtown, and I swear I barely have enough time to do anything fun.”

“Like vandalism?” Reggie smirked. 

“I was only doing that to piss off Caleb,” he said, rolling his eyes. “He was trying to make me go to Milan with them for fashion week, and you know how much he cares about his pristine image.”

“Yeah… about that, c-can you not tell your dad I go here?” Reggie said, biting his lip. “He thinks I go to some crappy school in North Hollywood, and I don’t want him knowing I transferred.”

“Why don’t you want him to know you're here?” Willie asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Because he doesn’t want his servant getting a high-quality education,” Reggie said sarcastically, hiding the actual truth in his statement.

“You’re not his servant,” he said, rolling his eyes. 

“Have you seen the uniform your dad makes me wear?” Reggie said. 

Willie immediately started to get flashbacks of a 13-year-old Reggie in a black tuxedo with white gloves holding a tray as he served them dinner. He and his mom were a bit shocked when they first spotted him in his new uniform during dinner. They had seen glimpses of him doing dishes or mopping the floor, but it had never been that extreme. 

After that, Hana tried to limit Willie’s contact with Caleb. The 14-year-old already didn’t like spending time with his dad, so they tried to come up with just about any excuse to avoid contact with Caleb.

“Well, if you manage to get off early tonight, I have an extra ticket for the back-to-school fundraiser at Center Park,” he said with a small smile. “There’s going to be live music, rides, and a ton of carnival games. It should be really fun.”

“I’m not getting off early,” Reggie shrugged. “A new band is playing tonight, so I’ll be busy mopping spills and scrubbing dishes.”

“Well, at least you’ll get a decent paycheck,” Willie said with a smile.

Reggie gave a small smile and tried to think of a way out of this situation. 

“There you are,” An afro-Latina girl with big brown eyes and long curly hair said as she took a seat next to Willie. “I thought we were going to eat outside?”

“Sorry,” Willie said with a small smile. “This is my friend, Reggie. He, unfortunately, works for Caleb. Reggie, this is my new sister Julie. Her friend Flynn should be joining us soon.”

Reggie immediately perked up when Willie called him his friend. Willie didn’t actually consider him a friend, right? Probably not; Willie most likely just didn’t want to introduce him as his dad’s servant, that’s all. 

“I’ll text Flynn and have her meet us here,” Julie said, pulling out her phone.

“Perfect,” Willie said with a smile as he popped a tater-tot in his mouth. 

“You guys don’t have to eat with me,” Reggie said nervously. “I’ll be fine if you guys want to eat lunch outside. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Julie said, pulling out a teal bento box. She gave a big smile seeing her sandwich cut up in the shape of a flower. Julie took a bite out of one of the flower’s petals and then frowned when she noticed Reggie wasn’t eating. 

“Aren’t you hungry?” Julie asked. 

“I uh… I had a big breakfast,” Reggie lied as his stomach growled. 

The truth is Caleb started locking the fridge when he wasn’t cooking the family’s individual meals or putting away groceries. He pretty much only got food these days during his shift at work. 

The club was closed last night. 

“Here,” Julie said, pulling a sandwich out of her book bag. “I have dance next period, and my dad packed it for me in case I needed a snack or something.”

“I can’t take that,” Reggie said, pushing the sandwich towards Julie.

“No, really, it’s fine,” Julie said, pushing the sandwich toward him. “Trust me, I’m not going to eat it.”

“It’s not peanut butter, is it?” Reggie asked, biting his lip.

“Sorry,” Julie said, taking the sandwich back. 

“Wait, since when are you allergic to peanuts?” Willie asked. 

“Since I was like four.”

“But you put peanut sauce in the pad thai you make whenever me and my mom come over,” Willie said, kind of shocked. 

“The smell doesn’t cause a reaction,” Reggie said. “As long as I don’t consume peanuts, then I’m fine. Besides, your dad doesn’t like me eating while I’m on the clock.”

“Yeah, well, my dad’s a dick,” he said grumpily. “I don’t know why you work for that douchebag? He treats you like shit.”

Reggie shrugged his shoulders, hoping to change the conversation. What was he supposed to say to that? He couldn’t quit or stop working for Caleb because he knew that the moment he did, he would get kicked out and become homeless or put in the foster care system, where he’d most likely be placed with families who only wanted to use him as a maid or take him in for the paycheck.

#julie and the phantoms #reggie jatp #reggie peters #julie molina #reggie julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #fanfic #wip excerpt #my wips #work in progress #caleb covington #caleb is a jerk #willie jatp

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“Ryan is being so unfair” your 12-year-old daughter Grace came stomping into your bedroom, nearly slamming the door on Van arguably on “accident”. “What’s wrong? What did Dad do?” you peeked over your shoulder from putting laundry away. Your kids only called Van anything other than “dad” when Van had pushed them to their limit. “Hey! Don’t call me Ryan!” Van would complain while following Grace into the bedroom. “She doesn’t want to invite Liam over for our Valentines Day party this weekend. She loves-” Van would start before being cut off by Grace jumping up top the bed and covering his mouth. “No, I don’t!” 

Liam was one of Grace’s best friends from nursery school, partially of Van’s doing. Having kids left him among dull parents and yearning for anyone who would listen to or play music he liked. On Grace’s first day of school, he noticed Liam G. on the sign-in sheet and immediately questioned if his mum and dad were Oasis fans. Later that day Van had discovered his mum was a music photographer and dad played drums for a band. For the past 10 years they’ve been close family friends of yours. As Grace and Liam approached their teenage years, both of you had noticed a budding romance between them. Van knew an interesting plot was developing with Gallagher being so close. This was his one chance at being the most annoying dad his heart desired as nothing could ever shake up their bond. 

“He always comes round for festivities. You two have such lovely times together.” You’d try to calm her down while you’d take a quick glance at Van, clearly plotting something to embarrass her. “Be kind to her. She won't let you come to their wedding if you upset her too much”. “Mum!” Grace would collapse onto your bed and crawl behind the pillows. “He’s cute but that's it! He’s still a boy!” she’d proceed, getting increasingly annoyed with the both of you. “Mum said the same about me. Woke up one day and found ourselves married with you and Leo in our house rent free” Van smirked at you as you looked down and shook your head in laughter. “You got me there, Mr. Charismatic Van McCann” you’d mock.

That weekend had your house overtaken by copious amounts of sugar. You were due to give birth anytime now and wanted soak in every single moment with your family before the new baby arrived. You and Van were on baking duty while the kids were making pink, purple and red icing. The previous year Van had made a batch of lovehearts biscuits with naughty sayings and sent the kids to school with them by accident. Ever since then, Van needed to be supervised with all creative family activities.

“I see your boyfriend’s mum and dad” Van would tease as Grace immediately darted into her room. “Don’t call him that! I’m not ready!” she’d shout and slam her door shut. Van’s shirt was covered in flour and had thrown on the nearest jumper he could find which was a “Lick Me” naughty Lovehearts jumper Larry had gifted him last year, not realising it wasn’t suitable for the kids. Liam noticed it as soon as the door opened and sniggered at Van. “What’s so funny young ‘un?” Van looked around before looking down at his shirt when LIam pointed at him. “Aw no!” Van buried his head in his hands, cursing under his breath followed by a breathy laugh.

Pt. 2 to follow…

Awww yay how I’ve missed the adventures of Dad Van! 🤰💖

This has made me giggle so much, Van being an embarrassment to his nearly teenage daughter, the ‘charismatic Van McCann’ reference, baking naughty biscuits with Larry and the Lovehearts jumper 😂

And do I spy yet another baby on the way, a brother or sister for Leo and Grace?

Can I pinch Liam for my single dad Van story as I was planning a little bf for Grace and I love this idea?

Can’t wait for more. And I hope you’re okay lovely, have a good weekend xxx

#dad van #3-am-spiritual