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Aidan Al Ghul, called Danny by his brother who he in turn called Dami, was born just seconds before his brother Damian. He however came out silent, only beginning his time in the world after a dip in the Lazarus Pit. This always caused a friendly argument between him and his brother over who was older, him or Damian. Danny said it was him, well Damian said that because he wasn’t actually alive until his dunk in The Pit it didn’t count. During the minutes before his revival in the pit his brother was screaming for the return of his brother, an anger in his scream that one would except from the Heir to the Demon’s Head. It was only once his brother was breathing again next to him that he finally settled and ate.

Aidan and Damian look near identical with small differences, the most notable is how much more Danny looks like their father. His skin lighter even if it does tan easily, his eyes a bright blue instead of green like their mothers. Over the years is became clear that well Aidan did excel in stealth and could vanish into the shadows at a moments notice, he didn’t surpass his brother in any other skills. He could vanish silently from sight by the age of 3, and by the age of 5 he was skilled with a sword just as his brother was-but he was far from being able to best his brother in a fight. Despite this he was still more skilled than many fighters older than him, and he could spar with most twice his size and come out on top with a few exceptions. Together with his brother? There were few who could best them even within The League. He was pushed just as hard as his brother though, and their grandfather expected nothing but perfection from the both of them.

He was given numerous tests in the form of both training and missions, and when he failed on a mission at the age of 8? He should have been killed. His mother though had followed him on the mission as she did with either of them when possible, and though she knew what was expected the idea of either one of her sons being killed was not one that she could tolerate. So she dropped Aidan in a small town in Ohio and told him that Aidan Al Ghul was dead, and he needed to stay that way if he expected to stay alive. Her parting words to him were that it The League ever found him? Go to Gotham and tell Bruce Wayne he was her son. He didn’t understand why until almost 2 years later when Tucker showed him a picture of Bruce Wayne’s newest son.

He was living on the streets in Amity for 2 months on his own before he was discovered, he kept to the shadows well enough that it wasn’t until a young girl was fishing a cat out of a dumpster he had been looking for food in saw him. She told him her name was Jazz and asked where he lived, he told her he didn’t have a home and gave the name Danny when asked. She assumed his name was Daniel, less than 20 minutes later she was dragging him through the front door of the Fenton house basically telling her parents that they were taking him in.

It wasn’t entirely that simple, they had to attempt to look for his parents and there was legalities involved. A few badly answered questions though and vaguely implying that his parents were dead and he was put into foster care, how the Fentons were approved he would never understand-but after just 6 months to get the paperwork in order they adopted him. Eventually he told Jazz he had a twin after she found him sneaking out to look at the stars, it was maybe 3 weeks after Damian was announced as Bruce Wayne’s son and Danny had a panic attack in the middle of the hallway at school-but he didn’t tell her everything.

He told her that they were inseparable until they weren’t, that they used to sneak out and look at the stars when they were suppose to be sleeping some nights because his brother knew how much he loved the stars, how tough their grandfather was on them. He told her that he used to say that their grandfather was like Orion and him and his brother were his hunting dogs, how his brother would always insist that he was Canis Major and he was Minor and they would end up fighting in the dark before their mother would find them and scold them. She would tell them that they were lucky that it was her and not Grandfather who found them and send them off to bed, they would lay next to each other because being apart during lessons was enough.

He admitted to her that he didn’t mind if he was Canis Minor and Dami was Major, he just liked teasing his brother and wished he could be with him again. 3 days later when Danny came home from school there was about 10 packs of glow in the dark stars on his bed, and any time he had a nightmare Jazz would crawl into bed with him and hug him.

Eventually Danny gets his powers, at some point he fights the Ghost King and finds out awhile later that besting the other now means he is the Ghost King. He starts learning more about The Ghost Zone, most of the ghosts who regularly bother him still do so-but it's more out of routine than trying to actually win. Well he’s not officially acting as Ghost King he is technically crowned on his 16th birthday, however he assigned his own council when he was. That consisted of Pandora, Frostbite, Dorothea and Wulf, with the idea that in the case of a stalemate he would be the deciding vote.

Danny isn't stupid by any means, he knows how important it is to do his job well. Pariah Dark had let The Ghost Zone delve into chaos, and the living world has suffered because of that. Ruling on his own though it a future problem that is daunting to him however, he’s not only afraid that the power will go to his head like it did Pariah-but afraid that he will turn into the kind of ruler that his grandfather did. Dealing with the alternate version of himself though? It only made that fear worse. It was nearly a month after his crowning that he came clean to his friends and sister about just how much he remembered about his past.

They almost didn’t believe him and even when they started to it took convincing, him a trained assassin? Really? Once that was done though the reveal that Damian Wayne was the twin brother he told them about almost lost them again, but then Tucker pulled up a picture of the only biological Wayne Son on his phone and squinted between looking at the picture and then Danny for about 3 minutes straight before yelling out “Holy shit your Damian Wayne’s twin, your Bruce Wayne’s son. Dude!”. They didn’t ask how many people he had killed before he was declared dead, even though the “an assassin?” at the end of the conversation from Jazz and the way Sam and Tuck just sort of looked down told him they wanted to.

He’s glad they didn’t. He wouldn’t have lied to them, and he didn’t want them to leave him.

Then he decided to tell his parents about the ghost thing just a month after that, maybe he should have waited until he wasn’t living at home anymore-it probably would have been safer. They didn’t seem to know how to respond, they seemed conflicted between loving him and their hatred of ghosts. The later won out even if the former was still true, they tried to get the ghost out of him and let’s just say it wasn’t pretty. It was Pandora who freed him, Jazz was away touring a college campus. The Grecian Ghost had declared herself his Infinite Realm guardian not long before he was crowned after asking him if he would be fine with that, she sensed something wasn’t right even before the experiments his parents did to try and depossess him started causing quakes within The Zone because of his connection as King.

If she had it her way he would have stayed in The Zone, but he told her that he knew somewhere safe, somewhere that his parents research said had a good amount of ambient ectoplasm in the air. It was an excuse, he had stayed in Amity because of his family and his friends and now it wasn’t safe. He had a reason to go and find Damian. He’d wanted to ever since that day he saw the picture Tucker showed him that caused a panic attack. He told himself that it wasn’t safe though, he tld himself that The League couldn’t know he was alive. Then he’d had his accident and he could have handled it, but he told himself that he needed to stay and make sure the ghosts and humans didn’t kill each other.

Now his excuses gave him a reason to go to Gotham and see his brother again, if Damian even wanted to see him.

PSA: I know most DC people don't play timelines where Damian is over like 13-14, because of that in those cases I just bump Danny's timeline by 2-3 years so he got his powers at 11-12 instead of 14. In that case he is in fact the next king of the Ghost Zone and learns that 2-3 years early but does not get crowned King until he is 16.

He does however get crowned Prince and appoints his council at either 13 or 14, depending on what age he ends up in Gotham and tells his parents about being Phantom roughly a month after being officially made Crown Prince. He doesn't really have any responsibility's other than learning about the realm until he is crowned King, but he had have to meet with the council at least once a month to get updated on what's going on.

#;;Muse Info #I have spell checked none of this outside of what word did yolo it's 4:30 am #dc rp #batman rp #batfam rp

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alohajun · 2 years

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♡ TREASURE’S REACTION TO MEETING YOUR GROWNUPS OFFICIALLY FOR THE FIRST TIME

treasure x reader | wc : 4.2k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, crack, fluff

LOKI’S LINES — reposting! i resorted to using grownups since ik that not all of you may have parents, and even if you do, there is the possibility of them being your adoptive or foster parents. or if you are like me and have an on/off relationship with them that you don’t even want to call them your parents :’)

i still used a bit of mother/father here and there, so i’m sorry about that if it made you sad/mad/whatever.

REQUESTED — hi! i just wanted to share suggestion i have. i don’t know if someone already suggested this to you or you already had it in mind. you can write how treasure is like meeting their s/o’s parents/family. really love the way you write btw you are very talented :)

CHOI HYUNSUK

🐷 you had informed hyunsuk an entire month before itself about meeting your grownups

🐷 he had agreed in the moment, but soon forgot bc yk he was a leader of a group with 12 chaotic kids (yes, even the co-leader jihoon is chaotic wbk)

🐷 but obv you were nice enough to inform a week before too — and even then he agreed, but later forgot

🐷 IT'S THE STRESS OF BEING THE OLDEST OF TREASURE !!

🐷 the last straw came when you reminded him exactly a day before meeting your parents, and this man looked at you like he was hearing this for the first time in his life

🐷 "wait, what? meet your parents? tomorrow? all of a sudden? why?"

🐷 you let out a sigh, trying your best not to get mad as you took a deep breath, explaining the whole situation again until hyunsuk remembered

🐷 AND EVERYTHING WAS GOING FINE until you went to the dorms to pick him up and you were calmly informed by haruto that hyunsuk had run away

🐷 yes, run away. he had fled. to mexico. and changed his name to luis daniel gonsalves choi

🐷 not really bc you found him in the park you two usually visit, just sitting there and contemplating his life choices

🐷 when he saw you, he didn't even think of running or apologising, but straight up bombarded you with questions

🐷 "what if they don't like me? what if i do something wrong and they hate me? what if they think i'm not enough? what do i do, y/n?"

🐷 he was panicking while you were as cool as a cucumber

🐷 "if that happens then we can run away. who cares, honestly? if you like me, and i like you, and we know we want to be there for each other forever and have a family of our own ... why care about what someone else says?"

🐷 even though you had taken an odd route in comforting hyunsuk with your odd set of words, it still hem him down bc he was sure of your feelings for him — and that was enough confidence for him to be in front of your grownups

🐷 you definitely will shed a tear or two when you see him completely win over the hearts of your grownups BC YEAH THAT'S MY LUIS DANNY GONSALVES WHO ALMOST RAN AWAY BUT HERE HE IS FACING HIS FEARS go danny choi

PARK JIHOON

🐼 jihoon here oozing with confidence bc he just knows he can win over your grownups just like he won over you

🐼 that was until you reminded him it took him around two months of following you around to even get your attention — and another six months before you agreed to date him

🐼 SORRY NOT SORRY but you had to get back at him for all the times he teased you and this was the perfect moment

🐼 "no, no. i'm park jihoon, this will go well."

🐼 you nodded, showing a thumbs up as you appreciated his confidence and lack of fear to meeting your grownups bc yk it was a big step in your relationship

🐼 BUT LET'S GET BACK TO JIHOON'S LACK OF FEAR bc it's all a lie. he's cool exterior is just a façade, and you realised that when you held his hand before you walked into your house

🐼 manz was sweating buckets and his hands were clammy af

🐼 you didn't know whether to address it and calm him down or just ignore and go with it (but since you are nice, you went with the first choice)

🐼 "actually, i want to have some ice-cream." you suddenly stated, turning the other way as you got back in your car with jihoon just following you like a lost puppy

🐼 like you are RIGHT IN FRONT of your grownups' house but if you wanted ice-cream, jihoon would follow you 100% bc he's too scared to walk inside

🐼 at the ice-cream parlor, you gave words of encouragement indirectly — just randomly blabbering insiders about your grownups so he'd know what to do

🐼 jihoon silently ate his mint choco as you talked, biting his spoon every time he wanted to smile bc he could see you were just as nervous as him

🐼 but obv why were you even worrying? like he said, he was park jihoon, and his natural charms were enough to have your grownups floored

🐼 except for when he got too excited and dropped a plate

🐼 WHICH YOU TOOK THE BLAME FOR BC THIS WAS YOUR MANZ DAY AND NOT EVEN A BROKEN PLATE CAN RUIN IT

🐼 on the plus side tho jihoon got to see you on your knees begging your grownups as they pinched your ears, telling you off for breaking their plate

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

🐯 your grownups wanted to surprise you with a visit, so when you guys were having a call, they insisted you hand over the phone to yoshi

🐯 since this usually happened from time to time, you thought little but when yoshi left the room and came back with a serious look on his face, you couldn't help but wonder what happened

🐯 your grownups simply gave a vague idea of the surprise, asking yoshi for his number so they could contact him easily

🐯 obv this was a good treat to you so yoshi quickly complied, a wide smile on his face as he promised to discuss the details with them later

🐯 "what was it about, babe?" you asked, slightly nervous since yoshi seemed serious

🐯 "they just asked me when i was going to meet them. i'm sorry we couldn't leave sooner, but i promise as soon as i get my vacation leave, we'll go see them, yeah?"

🐯 manz was doing his best to act it cool like he did for their web drama

🐯 you assured him, not knowing the true reason and the two of you stayed like that for the next few days

🐯 a week later, yoshi took you out to dinner which became the best surprise you ever received when you saw your grownups waiting for you at the table

🐯 you turned to yoshi with teary eyes — partially bc you saw your grownups after a long time and partially bc you couldn't believe your boyfriend would get together with them to surprise you like this

🐯 bc they've only seen each other through pictures and called him occasionally — THEY NEVER EVEN MET THEM

🐯 so when yoshi left for something, your grownups turned to you, acting like high-schoolers with gossip to share

🐯 "idk where you found him y/n, but he's a gem, honestly. we only spoke a few times, but he really cares for you a lot, my love." your mother blurted, unable to contain her excitement

🐯 "that's true. and as your father, darling, i don't think there's anything more i could ask from yoshi — he's a wonderful kid."

🐯 hearing those words from your grownups were heart-warming — and you were so happy that they approved of him, you ended up crying

🐯 AGAIN

🐯 yoshi came back to seeing you were still crying and held back a smile, thinking you were still emotional about seeing your grownups after a long time

🐯 "yk angel, if you are going to cry like this every time i try to surprise you or smth, i'm never going to do it again."

🐯 kanemoto yoshinori, a true gem, indeed

KIM JUNKYU

🐨 junkyu had prepared himself mentally and was very ready to meet your grownups for the first time

🐨 everything was going fine with no obstacles whatsoever

🐨 that was until he was put in an uncomfortable position by your grownup

🐨 "do you think my child deserves someone like you?"

🐨 you were frozen to your seat, eyes wide as you looked at your grownup, not knowing what to say or do

🐨 however, junkyu could calm himself. "well, i hope i deserve your child because i really love y/n with all my heart."

🐨 you would've ugly-cried if it wasn't for the tension in the room. turning to your grownups with a slight glare, you spoke up

🐨 "YOU SAID YOU LIKED JUNKYU WHY WOULD–"

🐨 "no, junkyu-ya. what i'm tryna say is that you are so handsome and so talented, are you sure you want to stay by y/n's side? like i won't oppose bc i understand, i will hold y/n back and you can run away if you want to. blink twice if you need help."

🐨 oh. that's what your grownup was playing at BUT YOU WEREN'T GOING TO JUST STAND THERE AND GET JOKED AND INSULTED BY YOUR OWN GROWNUP

🐨 "k. bye. i guess i am not needed here, so i'll go. you two have fun. without me."

🐨 you can bet all your money that not one of them objected to you leaving

🐨 NOPE NOT EVEN YOUR BOYFRIEND KIM JUNKYU

🐨 but hey, if he was vibing with your grownups, then standing outside in the cold was maybe worth it

TAKATA MASHIHO

🐹 i feel like mashi would be the first to bring up meeting your grownups

🐹 he accidentally heard a conversation with your grownups, where you were making various excuses before you confined you didn't want to force him to anything

🐹 knowing that, mashiho felt touched, so he took the next step, readying himself as he asked to meet your grownups

🐹 you were shocked at first bc this wasn't like him

🐹 but nevertheless, you agreed, finding the timing perfect as you planned a lunch over the weekend when the two of you were free

🐹 like jihoon, mashi would play it cool too until you held his hands and realised he was nervous than he let on

🐹 "my grownups are going to love you, mashi ... and i have never been so sure of anything my whole life."

🐹 your words were assuring enough, and mashiho confidently walked to the house, never letting go of your hand

🐹 the only times he let go was to greet your grownups and offer help with the lunch

🐹 other than that manz held on to your hand really tightly

🐹 BC WE IN THIS TOGETHER SO IF I GO DOWN YOU GO DOWN WITH ME

🐹 jk jk mashi would never do that to you ... or at least i hope

🐹 your grownups definitely noticed the gesture — along with the heart-eyes you two gave each other whenever the other was talking

🐹 when mashiho left to help your mother, you turned to your father, resting your face on your palm as you wiggled your brows, wordlessly asking for his opinion

🐹 he simply gave a 'thumbs up' but to you, that was more than enough — because in your father's words, it was a big compliment

🐹 seeing your mother and mashiho laugh in the kitchen, you figured it was a 'yes' from her as well

🐹 mashiho was all smiles after the lunch, insisting on staying longer as he listened to the stories your grownups told while sharing his own as well

🐹 as expected, takata mashiho had unknowingly crept up your grownups' list and made himself the ace

YOON JAEHYUK

🦁 jaehyuk is such a family man you can't tell me otherwise

🦁 the way he's good with kids and even if they don't like him, he tries his best to get them to like him

🦁 LIKE THAT BABYSITTING T-MAP EP WHERE HE TRIED BRIBING THE KIDS WITH DRINKS OOMPH whatta man

🦁 and he has such polite speech like you can't tell me he's not a hit amongst the grownups

🦁 *flashback to that iksan episode where he went inside the store a 19-year-old single dude and came out being the son-in-law of a lady who was in the store*

🦁 ANYGAYS THAT'S NOT THE POINT

🦁 your family lived ... let's say in another country ... so meeting them was not something that would happen frequently

🦁 jaehyuk and you had been together for a long time, and you frequented his house — but he couldn't do the same with you

🦁 and this ray of sunshine knew you probably missed your family too, so he'd definitely be the one to bring up the conversation

🦁 "get two weeks off, we are going to meet your family!" he'd say, and you'd think he was joking at first, until you realised he was being serious

🦁 fast forward to meeting your family, you felt like a stranger with the way jaehyuk was clicking well with everyone

🦁 you felt like you were meeting his family and not yours — but you weren't complaining one bit

🦁 just one second ago he was playing football with your siblings and suddenly he was in the living room with your grownups, going through your baby pictures

🦁 "my parents would love to meet you two. you guys would click really well." he'd say, thinking for a few seconds before video-calling his parents, introducing them to yours

🦁 AND IT WASN'T EVEN AN ENTIRE 24 HOURS SINCE YOU GUYS ARRIVED

🦁 he was just so excited to finally meet your family, and it was clearly visible to everyone

🦁 and lucky for you, they all loved him to bits — just like he loved you

HAMADA ASAHI

🤖 it all started with you two meeting his family in japan first

🤖 you had a fun time there, so naturally when you two came back, asahi was feeling a little homesick

🤖 he missed his family, especially his sister — but you didn't know what to do about it

🤖 "hey, maybe we should visit your family too. it's only fair since you met mine." he suggested out of blue

🤖 tbh you had been considering the option, but you didn't think it was nice to tell a homesick asahi to go meet your family when he was missing his

🤖 but in asahi's mind, surrounding himself with your family might help him feel better about missing his family japan — in fact since your family was closer, maybe visiting them often would help with homesickness

🤖 when the two of you went to the dinner — like you had expected — asahi was awkwardly quiet, only speaking when spoken to and zoning out most of the time

🤖 and you had expected this obv, so you initiated your plan

🤖 "sahi, my siblings and cousins are in the garden. would you like to see them?" you suggested, knowing he wouldn't say no to being with kids

🤖 asahi nodded to enthusiastically before running to the garden while you stayed back with the other grownups in the living room

🤖 "he doesn't talk much, huh?" they asked, not really knowing whether to like him bc asahi didn't give them much to deal with

🤖 "just give him some time." you explained the situation to them, worried if his homesickness will only get worse with this visit

🤖 that was until you heard a burst of laughter coming from the garden, making you let out a sigh of relief bc your plan was working

🤖 AND THANK GOD FOR THAT

🤖 you and the grownups stood at the door, watching asahi excitedly play with all the kids — especially your little sister who was the same age as asahi's sister

🤖 "that's a whole new man." the grownups joked, but you could only have a relieved smile on your face, glad asahi was feeling better

🤖 "you are really in love, huh? can't blame you though, he looks like he's going to be an amazing father. hope this isn't just a short-term thing, yeah?" your mother spoke a little too loudly, gaining asahi's attention as he walked towards you with your sister

🤖 "don't worry, i picture growing old together with y/n."

🤖 *screams* if you felt more whipped for asahi after this reaction then scream with me *screaming intensifies*

BANG YEDAM

🦊 yedam would be sure to do his homework when it came to your grownups

🦊 "so what are your grownups like?" he'd ask, holding a notepad in his hands as he wrote literally every single thing you said

🦊 he really wanted things to go well, and he'd do his best to make sure you didn't have to worry about him or anything

🦊 on the day of the lunch, yedam brought both of them a flower bouquet and a chocolate box

🦊 which was new ... bc it was amusing to see your father react to receiving flowers and chocolates

🦊 your father might've teared up a little since it was his first time receiving flowers from someone

🦊 "well, i didn't want to do the usual thing and buy you a wine bottle or something. besides, y/n told me you enjoyed gardening and flowers, so i got you flowers. and the chocolates can be considered a bribe to accept me."

🦊 yedam was joking around like he had known your family for years and you were glad he felt that way

🦊 but what yedam didn't know was that just like he had done his homework on your parents, they had done the same on him

🦊 after hours and hours on the phone with you, they compiled a list of his likes and dislikes, wanting their child's boyfriend to like them as much as they liked him

🦊 "yedam-ah, y/n said you liked contemporary arts. there's an exhibition next week, if you are interested." your father suggested, getting a wide-eyed look from yedam

🦊 "i wanted to go to that exhibition so bad! but y/n didn't have the time so i didn't want to go alone. would you ... like to come with?"

🦊 they were like little kindergartners trying to make friends with each other

🦊 and you were enjoying every second of their interaction

🦊 "y/n said you liked chocolate cornets too. there's a nice bakery near the exhibition, maybe we can check that out too!" your mother joined in on the excitement, sending a round of cheers around the room

🦊 your grownups absolutely loved yedam and you could see that he loved them too

🦊 and there wasn't anything else you could've asked for

KIM DOYOUNG

🐰 doyoung is a real charmer — but he doesn't know that

🐰 like manz has the confidence, but it's the "fake it till you make it" kinda confidence

🐰 he engages with everyone — whether it be your grownups or your siblings — knowing exactly what to say

🐰 even though he had a few slipups here and there, it was the thought that counts and your grownups appreciated his efforts

🐰 everything was going well ... until your father started a conversation

🐰 "so i heard that you two actually got together after a prank call kinda situation. how did it go?"

🐰 OH NO NOT THIS STORY

🐰 "well, you see my friends and i were going to prank call our staff, but we got it wrong and we called y/n instead. it could've been awkward, but y/n played along really well."

🐰 seeing your father surprised and intrigued with the conversation, your mother turned to you, wordlessly trying to confirm her suspicions

🐰 you let out a big sigh, nodding as you closed your eyes to expect your father's outburst

🐰 "wait, did you ... by any chance say 'your future boyfriend is here?' to y/n?"

🐰 doyoung nodded, not knowing why it was surprising bc he thought that you already told your parents how

🐰 but you did not

🐰 "OMG THAT'S HOW I HIT UP Y/N'S MOM TOO! I PRANKCALLED HER AND SAID THE SAME THING!"

🐰 and that was the exact reason you didn't want to tell them

🐰 you laid back on the couch, covering your ears as doyoung joined in on the excitement, supporting your screaming father by jumping around and cheering as well

🐰 "you have a good sense of humor, doyoung. and with humor like that, there's no way i can disapprove of you for my y/n."

🐰 and that's the story of how doyoung met your grownups and bagged their approval

WATANABE HARUTO

🦙 AH MY RESPECTABLE LAD *wheezes*

🦙 so literally everyone knows how respectable haruto is, and even jihoon confirmed how well his honorifics are with people

🦙 you definitely didn't have to worry about haruto messing up in that department — or anything else for that matter bc he had a likeable charm on him

🦙 as soon as your grownups saw him, it was all about the visuals

🦙 sure they had seen pictures of the two of you but seeing haruto in front of them was a whole other level

🦙 your grownups were as nervous as haruto, awkwardly looking around as you tried to keep the conversation going

🦙 it soon became better when your father brought up japan — the country your father had worked in before and the country haruto was from

🦙 they bonded over the life in japan as the two reminisced about their time there

🦙 you could see how happy haruto was as he spoke, and not once did he look bored throughout the dinner, gleefully conversing with your father

🦙 when haruto helped to clear the table after dinner — LIKE THE RESPECTABLE LAD HE WAS i'm sorry i just like saying that

🦙 your grownups gave him the 'you are our guest pls sit down' talk while you opted to help instead

🦙 "ah, no. ik i'm your guest, but you guys treated me so well, and it's the least i can do, showing how grateful i am by helping you out."

🦙 haruto spoke from the heart and your grownups were shocked, happy to see the manners instilled within your boyfriend as the two of you cleaned up while your grownups relaxed

🦙 "your parents raised you well, haruto. i feel better knowing y/n is with you."

🦙 "we are glad our child is with someone who's as kind and considerate as you."

🦙 boom bow that's how haruto was accepted by your grownups

PARK JEONGWOO

🐺 jeongwoo is an open book — it's so easy for you to read his emotions without him saying anything

🐺 you knew he was nervous and made sure to ENUNCIATE EVERY WORD as you told your grownups the same

🐺 "DO. NOT. JOKE. AROUND. WITH. JEONGWOO. istg i will throw hands you guys, don't say anything mean. ik you two like him, so stay true to your feelings."

🐺 and obv with the threat you gave them, they agreed … well THEY HAD TO, but it didn't stop them from straying away a little from the original plan

🐺 you sat for dinner as soon as you came, which was good for jeongwoo bc he was starving

🐺 except the poor thing had trouble eating with the deathly stares your grownups gave him

🐺 AND THAT WAS EXACTLY YOUR PARENTS' TACTIC

🐺 they conversed like they usually did and kindly responded to everything jeongwoo said BUT NOT ONCE DID THEY STOP STARING AT HIM LIKE HE COMMITTED A CRIME

🐺 he was utterly confused bc your grownups sounded chill with him but they didn't look chill

🐺 you didn't notice either until jeongwoo quietly asked you if your grownups didn't like him when you two went to keep your plates in the sink

🐺 "no, of course not, woo. why would you — wait, did they give you a death stare?"

🐺 YES YOU WERE READY TO THROW HANDS, but don't worry, your siblings had it under control

🐺 just as you came screaming for your grownups, your siblings immediately dragged you and jeongwoo into one of their rooms, with everyone following inside

🐺 one sibling came with snacks, while the other came with drinks — it was just a little gathering in the room

🐺 "sorry about our grownups, they can be a little childish sometimes. they had us young, so they are still kids at heart." the oldest of your siblings (or you) explained to jeongwoo who nodded understandingly

🐺 "so until they have their laugh about spooking you, maybe you can get to know us. is there anything you'd like to know?" another sibling asked, wanting jeongwoo to feel accepted to the family

🐺 your siblings made it easier by introducing themselves, rambling little facts until jeongwoo was comfortable enough to join the conversation

🐺 everything was cool — especially after your grownups came and verbally expressed their acceptance of jeongwoo

🐺 he was definitely coming over a lot more now

SO JUNGHWAN

🐮 now i'm gonna write this on what came off the top of my head

🐮 tbh i can imagine you and junghwan just coming across each other by chance, followed by other repeated incidents where you two thought it had to be more than coincidence

🐮 there were countless times where either your friend confronted junghwan, asking why he was following you — while he kinda used his hyungs to ask you the same

🐮 these destined coincidences resulted in you two becoming friends which then bloomed into love

🐮 obv you two were still young, which was why your grownups wanted to see who was this 'junghwan kid' you were dating — and his parents wanted to meet you too

🐮 but tbh rather than meeting their child's significant other, it was more of the two families wanting to know more about each other

🐮 so fast forward to d-day when the two families met

🐮 as soon as you opened the door to greet junghwan's family, both of you were equally shocked at the reactions your grownups — more specifically, your mothers had to each other

🐮 turns out they were middle-school, high-school AND university friends who lost contact once they had families of their own

🐮 *cries in friendship bc this is what me and my bestie strive to have*

🐮 now if you thought your mothers being besties was a free pass approval to you and junghwan dating THEN YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT

🐮 no questions asked, they would just look at each other and then towards you two and nod, giving their approval before catching up with each other

🐮 your fathers didn't even bother disagreeing, knowing enough of the friendship between your mothers to know that their judgement was never wrong

🐮 it was like a big happy family gathering and you had never felt happier as you were at ease, knowing your grownups approved of junghwan — and his parents approved of you

🐮 junghwan would shyly hold your hand in the middle of everything, giving you a smile that was enough to light up an entire room

🐮 "maybe we are destined to be together, y/n. fate actually brought us together."

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The Wrong Side of Right | J.TK. | 1

The Beginning of The End

summary: Jake and Atlas have been head over heels since the first look in Freshman year. When Atlas is forced to move away four years later, and after months of no contact, a strange letter arrives for Jake. He and his brothers, and Danny, begin the trip of a lifetime to find her.

Chapter summary: Key and important events of the relationship and history between Jake and Atlas, as well as the friendships that bloom with Josh, Sam, and Danny.

warnings: swearing, drug use, explicit sexual content, angst, abuse from a parental figure (18+ minors do NOT interact)

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Growing up in foster care was less than desirable, but when it's all one knows, it's not so bad. Each day was the same routine, and it was easy for Atlas to fall into. But when a military couple stationed in Charleston came, looking for a perfect family, her world was swept upside down.

James and Olivia Callaway adopted Atlas, changing her last name from Thompson to match theirs. She didn't even get the chance to settle into a new home before they were up and moving again. She'd never traveled outside of the state of South Carolina, so cold Michigan was a whole different world. Public school, though, she thought that was one place she could feel comfortable. She'd been in public school her whole life, so it was a little something she'd gotten used to.

The school was much smaller than her last, and the freshman class of Frankenmuth High School was only 137- now 138 students. The air around her new home was awkward, still thick with the tension of not knowing and trusting this couple and younger sibling she'd come to live with, so Atlas was thankful to actually be able to go to school the next week.

It was a small school, and it didn't take her longer than a few days to memorize the layout of the school or where her classes was. In a way, she didn't feel disadvantaged. Most freshman didn't know these things either, unless they had older siblings. But it was a small school, people were quick to notice the strange new girl with wild blonde curls.

For the first week no one approached, no one spoke to her unless it was necessary for work. Atlas's lunch was right smack in the middle of her third period, and she didn't normally eat school food. Instead she'd tiptoe down to the auditorium, through a door that she discovered that was normally unlocked. While exploring during that week of lunch periods, she'd found an old guitar stashed away behind the stage in the storage closet.

The strings were old, probably needed to be replaced, but for the forty five minutes of lunch, it would do. Another week passed and Atlas had learned a couple of scales from a shitty guitar book she'd borrowed from the band teacher, and she always looked forward to those moments of peace in between a hectic day.

But today that peace would be interrupted, even if she didn't know it when she slipped through the unlocked door. The chair she'd dragged out to the right wing of the stage was still there, guitar propped up against the wall.

Atlas had just sat down when she heard footsteps, her face draining of all color. She'd been caught, for sure. Someone was going to be mad. The slight jingle of keys sealed her fate, she was surely dead.

But instead, a boy with brown hair popped his head around the corner, finding her eyes almost instantly. "I don't think you're supposed to be back here." His face was rather serious, but only to be taken over by a huge smile and a fit of laughter a moment later. "Oh my god! Your face! That was priceless."

He stepped from around the corner, twirling a very obvious set of teacher's keys around his pointer finger, brushing past her to search for something in the storage closet. "I'm Josh, by the way. I think we have the same last block. Atlas, like the map, right?"

His voice was a bit echoey from the small walls of the closet, but she stood up, leaning against the door frame. "I don't really think you're supposed to be here either." She shot back, a slight tone of annoyance to her voice. In response he picked his head up from a pile of papers he was looking through, jingling the keys in her direction. "Drama teacher sent me to look for some scripts. I'm completely legal, baby."

Josh made an exclamation of success, finding a stack of thin orange booklets, doing some impressive looking jumps around piles of stuff until he was standing next to her. Even though he wasn't the tallest person in the world, he was still a good 5 or 6 inches taller. He stuck his free hand out, extending it to her in a handshake. "Well, Miss Atlas, I will see you next period. Good luck with learning. Remind me to introduce you to my brother sometime, he's obsessed with the guitar."

The rest of the day passed in a blur to her, and now she was standing outside, jacket wrapped tight around her body, hat pulled down over her ears. Compared to South Carolina, Michigan was cold. Not only that, but it was well past an hour after dismissal and she was still standing outside of the front doors, waiting for her new parents to pick her up.

A red car drove past several times, windows slightly tinted, making her narrow her eyes. Did they have a car she hadn't seen yet? When it finally stopped next to her, the passenger window rolling down. It was Josh, smiling widely. "I thought that was you! Do you need a ride? My mom said she doesn't mind."

Normally she wouldn't have jumped into the car of someone she had only had a conversation with, but she was sure she was losing the feeling in her fingertips. After a long moment of contemplation, she put on a grateful smile. "Yeah, that sounds amazing, actually. I live just around the corner. Sunburst Court."

Josh reached around, opening the back door for her. Slinging her backpack onto the floorboard, she noticed a younger boy in the backseat. Was this the brother Josh had said something about? Josh looked back at her from his place in the front seat as his mother drove away.

"Atlas, this is my mom, Karen Kiszka. Mom, this is Atlas. Atlas, this is my younger brother Sam, Sam- oh wait he's not listening." Underneath his longer hair, Atlas could see earbuds attached to an ipod, his eyes staring at the cars in the parking lot.

"My other brother, well my twin brother, Jake, he's hanging around with some friends today. If you stick around you'll meet him eventually. He's the guitar obsessed one I told you about earlier." Truth be told it was a lot of information at once, so she tried to label each name to a face.

"It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kiszka. Thank you for the ride, I truly appreciate it." From the driver's seat, Karen gave a warm smile, telling her not to worry about it in the slightest.

In the five minutes it took to get to her house, she had both Josh and Sam’s phone numbers, although it was only Josh to wish her a goodbye as she climbed up the front steps of her house.

It was clear in the coming weeks that Josh was a bit too outgoing for her to keep up with, but she did get along quite well with Sam. He was the perfect mix of quiet and stupid, just like she was. Her friendship grew with him more than it did with Josh, but that didn’t stop her from hanging out with Josh during lunch and Sam after school, and she still had yet to meet Josh’s twin, despite Sam saying they were attached to the hip.

Atlas felt her phone vibrate in her pocket during first period, and she excused herself to the bathroom to check it. To no surprise, it was Sam, his funny little contact name she’d set for him lighting up the screen.

Samuél:

My mom and I want to know if you want to come over for dinner, mostly mom though. She said she can give your parents a call.

Atlas:

As long as they say it’s cool I’m down!

Samuél:

Ah, cool. We’ll pick you up after school regardless.

At lunch, she was actually very surprised to get the thumbs up from Josh, silently telling her that they were on for dinner. With the way her new parents seemed to watch her every move, she was surprised they hadn’t shut the idea down immediately. Karen must have done some serious sweet talking.

The rest of the day passed without incident, and when the bell rang, she was climbing into the backseat of the car beside Sam. Josh made an excuse for his twin, once again, claiming that this time the upperclassmen he’d managed to befriend had offered him a ride home instead. Atlas laughed at that. Of course any freshman would take a ride with an upperclassman rather than their mom.

She’d been over to the Kiszka house only twice before this, but it still filled her with a strange sense, a sense that she wouldn’t be able to place until almost ten years later. It was the feeling of love and warmth now, a feeling that one could physically breathe in the air. Coming back as an adult, Atlas would simply call the feeling home.

She and Sam wandered down to the basement for a movie before dinner, almost the exact same thing they had done the other two times she’d come over. Really, they laughed about the terrible acting skills or cheesy lines more than actually watching any of the scenes. Just over halfway through, Karen called down from the ground floor of the home that dinner was ready, forcing the teenagers to pause their movie.

“Bathroom?” Atlas asked Sam, looking both towards the ground floor hallway and the stairs upward. “Closest one is right down the hall and to the left, can’t miss it.” She nodded, rounding the corner to the hallway. It would have been fine, except that she got the breath knocked out of her lungs. She’d slammed into someone, someone who had caught her from falling completely onto the floor.

He looked undeniably like Josh, but instead of his weirdly parted hair, the brown locks were styled into a sort of swoop over his forehead, backwards hat keeping it in place. Atlas dared to look him in the eyes. His expression faded quickly from ‘annoyed’ to the same look that she had.

People talk about moments where time slows down, where the world around you stills, and all you can hear is your own heartbeat and breath. This was one of those moments. All either of them could do was stare. His hands still held her waist, her body still bent halfway towards the floor. Even in adulthood she would call this her defining moment. These seconds of wonder and adoration, and pure love, would shape the rest of her life, even if she didn’t know it just yet.

How long they stood there she couldn’t recall, but it wasn’t until Sam rounded the corner to look for her that they were broken from the trance they were in. “I see you-... met Jake.” Sam took Atlas gently by the shoulders, standing her up straight, assuming a sort of protective stance between her and his older brother. “This is my friend Atlas. Atas, Jake, Jake, Atlas.”

She thought she managed out a slight “Nice to meet you.” With a red face and flushed cheeks before Sam was pulling her away, back towards the kitchen. As a young teenager, she wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling. But to everyone else it was quite plain, they were simply head over heels.

Even across the dinner table they both tried to steal glances when the other wasn’t looking, which wasn’t overlooked by his mother. Karen seemed to love the idea and even mentioned to him that he should give Atlas a guitar lesson sometime, as she was trying to learn all by herself.

By the end they had each other’s phone numbers, although she was positive she’d never text him first. She thanked Karen a hundred times over as she was dropping her back home.

She’d never before had such a sleepless night, his beautiful eyes painted over the back of her eyelids. But it wasn’t an unwelcomed vision. It was one that settled butterflies in her stomach, thinking of a million different excuses to talk to him the next Monday at school.

The schedule of classes changed around the time of those pesky midterms, with two days of the week being only half days. Those half days, everyone had lunch together, meaning Atlas was sandwiched between Josh and Jake, the twins' friends on the opposite side of the table. She’d never been much of a talker in school, but she did try and jump in on the conversation when it felt right. Her face had flushed when someone asked her about her parents.

What did she say? What was an adopted girl supposed to say? There was the truth, yes, but she’d already witnessed the odd stares and looks she got when talking about it. Atlas was lost in her own head until she felt a light touch to her outer thigh, making her eyes flick downwards.

As soon as she saw Jake’s knuckles brushing the material of her jeans, her eyes found his again, a questioning expression across her face. In reply, he simply moved his hands once again, this time his fingertips brushed over her knuckles before intertwining with her fingers.

Josh must have noticed her red face, as he tapped her on the shoulder, questioning the state of her wellbeing. “I’m fine, thank you. Just tired, I think.” But her hand stayed with Jake’s for the rest of the lunch period. Occasionally his thumb would stroke across the back of her hand, like he might be trying to memorize the pattern of her skin.

But it never happened again, and neither of them spoke about it. But Atlas was sure they both thought about it quite so often. She felt a twinge of jealousy when she would catch sight of his arm draped over another girl in the hallways.

Josh always made the joke that this was who Jake was. Was she just imagining the glances they exchanged in the hallways or the longing stares from across the library? Maybe she was getting all hopeful in her head about something that didn’t exist.

When January rolled around, Atlas was practically an honorary Kiszka. Every weekend was spent in their basement, even once she’d snuck out to hang out in their backyard. Her, Sam, Karen, and Danny all spent the morning at the Clothesline Thrift Store, a staple of the town he had been dying to show her.

She came back with two sweaters and a pair of boots, completely satisfied with the worn look to all of them. Atlas had never really owned anything new, but that made her think about the history things had. What had the threads seen or the leather tasted?

Back at the Kiszka’s, Danny and Sam each held a controller in their hands, trying to smash their way through the newest version of Mario Kart. Her head was in Sam’s lap, feet in Danny’s as she watched the screen, trying not to laugh at the insults they threw at each other. The intense competition continued for half an hour before Sam’s concentration was broken by a vibration from Sam’s pocket right above her head, clearly his phone.

Some low profanities fell from his lips when he died, pausing the game to pull his phone out. If he was frowning before, he was really frowning now. He seemed to reread the text on the screen several times before speaking. “Jake wants to talk to you, At.” She blinked several times, sitting up to face him fully. “He wants to talk to me?”

He seemed annoyed at repeating it, so instead, he countered with “He’s up in his bedroom. Go see what he wants so I can whoop your ass at this game next.” Rolling her eyes, Atlas stood from her spot on the couch, trudging up two flights of steps. Jake’s room had some old poster on the front of the white wood, an old indie band she didn’t recognize. The door was ajar, and Atlas paused for a moment to fully absorb what she was seeing.

He was hunched over his desk chair, cherry red guitar in his lap. He’d gotten it for Christmas from Kelly, and he was still working at finding the perfect angle to play at. His foot slightly tapped against the hardwood floor to the beat of the song until he heard the floorboards creak under Atlas’s weight.

“Don’t just stand there, At. Come in.” His voice was a little firmer than it normally was, obviously laced with whatever emotion he had been contemplating over the notes of the guitar.

Truly, Jacob Thomas Kiszka could stand it no longer. He hated feeling so close to this girl but so far away. Both of them knew they wanted to be closer, but neither said a word.

“Close the door, please.” Jake’s eyes followed her small hands as they pushed the door closed with a soft click. “Sam said you wanted to talk to me?”

“Yeah, I do.” His guitar was carefully on it’s home on the stand before standing up from his chair, arms folded over his chest.”We both know what this is about, Atlas.” Atlas swallowed, looking anywhere but at the figure in front of her. It was either he felt it too, or he didn’t and he thought she was weird.

“I see the way you look at me, and I know you see the way I do too.”

Jake was quiet for a long moment, letting his words fully sink in before he reached between them, taking her hands in his own. “And I want to be closer to you, Atlas, in every way. I want you to keep looking at me like that because it gives me feelings I didn’t even know I had. It’s so stupid, I know.”

Her lack of reaction spoke volumes to him, a slightly pained expression flickered across his features. Jake began to retreat, afraid he had now crossed a line they couldn’t come back from.

But Atlas held his hands tight, pulling him closer until they were mere inches apart. “Kiss me and tell me I’m yours.”

They were always together after that, in the hallways in between classes, at lunch, walking home from school, little weekend trips. Instead of the Kiszka twins, it was the Kiszka twins and Atlas, and they all wanted it to stay that way.

Josh slowly grew on her, understanding that he was an important piece of Jake’s life, they were almost never apart. And after several hours of questions about her hair texture, Josh had begged his mom to let him get a perm. What a surprise it had been to her to show up to school to see him with a head of curls much like her own.

Now she was sitting on the edge of Jake’s bed sandwiched between the twins, her phone held out in front of her. Josh was making some strange face with his tongue out, Jake’s face was smushed against her own at some attempt at kissing her cheek.

The shutter went off and she lowered her phone, holding it close so they could all see it. The quality was grainy, typical of old phones, but it made all three of them smile. “That’s gold, look at my beautiful face.” Josh grinned, knowing that Jake couldn’t disagree, they basically shared a face. “That’s a keeper, for sure. First picture. I think I’ll put it as my wallpaper.”

The picture ended up printed out, framed for her desk with a heart sticker at the bottom of the frame. For Jake it ended up folded up in his wallet, a reminder that his two favorite people were always with him.

Atlas got her learner’s right at fourteen and nine months, the twins shortly after. And so began the hunt for a vehicle to fight all five of the friends and their musical equipment when needed. Every penny of savings she’d kept stocked up since she’d began getting an allowance worked wonders, buying them an old and beat up volkswagen van.

The entire summer they spent gutting the inside and installing couches and rugs and even a little mattress in the very back. With the help of Kelly, of course. He replaced every part that was rusted over, helped them with tools. The five of them had to have worked at least three hours a day for the entire summer, but a week before school, it was in running condition and had the vibe they were all looking for.

The floors had been replaced with shag carpet, battery powered lights behind the couches, plants hung in the windows, even a little mini fridge behind the driver’s seat. But there was still something missing. The next day Atlas showed up with a pack of ‘travel’ stickers and several cans of paint. That day was spent in the driveway, covering the back window in stickers and painting very cartoon looking flowers, big bubbly letters naming the van ‘flower power’ against the light blue metal. Cheesy, sure, but they loved the van and it's name.

Over the years it took them everywhere. School, midnight adventures, forest parties, bar concerts, music festivals. Although it was always Atlas that drove, she didn’t trust any of the boys with something they’d put so much time into.

This van, and the girl who drove, later inspired the song named after the van, a song still sung by the band in the present.

That October, she was introduced to the Kiszka's annual family cabin trip, just when the air began to cool and the leaves turned orange. Truthfully, Atlas thought she’d be wishing Jake a goodbye for two weeks, but Karen had been quick to invite her along.

She’d told the curly blonde that this was the place the four friends came to write. They wrote more music here in the span of two weeks then they did in a whole year. Josh said it was all about the inspiration that came with being so deep into nature.

The boys insisted they drive the van and follow their mother for the two hours. She drove, Jake played music from a tape they’d burned, Sam passed around snacks, Josh shared a pack of cigarettes they’d bummed from Kelly, and Danny was there to settle the Kiszka’s back down when they got a little rowdy.

At some points they were laughing so hard they were crying, screaming so loud along to the music that they could barely hear themselves think. The joy radiated through the van the whole time, and none of them could help the smiles on their faces.

The cabin was quaint, tucked in the woods next to a small lake, homemade hiking trails winding through the trees surrounding the property. Atlas hadn’t even been inside yet, but she knew she would love being there.

The fresh air surrounding it gave her a new breath of life. This was something she had never had the pleasure of experiencing before, and Atlas was so pleased to be able to share it with the people she loved most.

Atlas bunked with Ronnie, taking the top bed. The days were spent outside, wandering the wilderness, exploring places none of them had gone yet. They even had their first high in a little clearing of grass right off of the path, well out of sight of the house.

The kids crept back into the house with red eyes and that thick scent around them, all scrambling for a shower and change of clothes before Karen and Kelly could suspect anything.

The nights were either spent around a large bonfire or in the basement, but either way Jake had some sort of guitar with them. Atlas sat next to him, watching his fingers dance along the neck, creating endless melodies in his mind.

On the nights where they couldn’t sleep, Jake and Atlas would creep onto the porch, guitar in his hand. Jake would sit behind her, guitar in her lap, teaching her everything he knew, which was quite a lot.

For Christmas that year, when Jake had deemed her just past intermediate, he and his dad bought Atlas her first guitar. It was an Axion Label, Ibanez edition, in the color Blue Chameleon, a beautiful shift from green to blue to purple. He claimed that it brought out her eyes.

Atlas joined the Kiszka’s on every Cabin trip for the next four years, and Karen even let them go alone in their senior year. It was like a ritual for them, and it was in that very basement that some of their most iconic songs were written and played out.

Atlas, Jake, Sam, and Danny all pulled into the school parking lot just after the sun had set, throwing the van into park outside the front doors of the school. Josh, once again, required a ride home from school after the rehearsal for the spring musical.

“I want ice cream.” Josh said, shutting the sliding door hard behind him. Atlas rolled her eyes, tossing her sunglasses off the top of her head and into Jake’s lap. “Yeah, well, I want a million dollars.” After only a moment Sam joined the chipper of wanting, Danny not far behind him.

With a deep sigh, Atlas drove in the direction of their favorite ice cream place, a little hole in the wall on the outskirts of town. “Hey, sunflower, listen to this song I found today. It makes me think of you.”

Oh, Ophelia

You’ve been on my mind girl since the flood

Oh, Ophelia

Heaven help the fool who falls in love

Oh, Ophelia

You’ve been on my mind girl like a drug

Oh, Ophelia

Heaven help the fool who falls in love

“Play it again, Jake.” He obliged, but this time they both hummed along softly, Jake’s hand on top of Atlas’s on the gear shift. “I think this is our song, Jake.” “Oh, yeah, petal?” She nodded in response, watching the road as she stopped at a redlight.

The air was silent for a minute, just filled with music until Sam broke the silence. “You guys are so cute it’s disgusting. Stop.” This made Jake raise his free hand, flipping his younger brother the middle finger.

“I’ll remember that when you get a girlfriend, Sammy.” It was Josh who interjected then, starting with a low chuckle. “You forgot Atlas, Sam will never have a girlfriend because he’s too strange.”

The whole van burst into a fit of giggles as they pulled into the parking lot. Once they all had milkshakes in their hands, life could not have been more perfect for any of them.

Daniel Wagner was a saint. Jake and Atlas had been dying to spend the night in each other’s arms, but it was almost impossible, being right out of tenth grade. But late on a saturday night, Danny had called Jake and told him to park the van in the driveway, as long as they were out by noon.

It was well past the time of busy streets, so Atlas didn’t take any hesitation in going a couple miles over the speed limit to pick Jake up. So the first time Jake and Atlas had ever fallen asleep next to each other, they were tangled so close that one might think they were just one form.

Even after almost a whole year together, neither of them had uttered those words of admiration. Perhaps they just didn’t feel the need, knowing exactly how they both felt about each other.

Neither of them wanted to sleep, even though both pairs of eyes were burning with the need. They laid facing each other on the small bed in the back of the van, fingers gently tangled in each other’s hair.

This was truly something beyond any physical pleasure they could have brought each other in that moment. This was something that completed the soul, and Atlas was fairly sure she’d never be able to sleep alone again.

“Would it be crazy to say I love you?” Atlas whispered, her gray eyes wide and completely enamored by his own. “No, because I would say I love you too, sunflower.”

They both knew what sex was, of course they did. They had cheeky makeouts after school or in the basement, even went a little farther in the dark at the movie theater, in the back row, but they’d never actually done it.

As much as their friends joked about them sneaking away, it simply wasn’t true. Were they probably too young to be having sex? Probably. But did that stop any highschool teenager who wanted it?

“Daniel,” Jake began, in the sweetest voice he could muster so early in the morning. “Do you think At and I could borrow your driveway tonight?” “It’s a school night, Jake.” “But that just means we can pick you up first. You won’t have to fight Sam for your favorite seat on the couch, right next to the fridge.”

Danny looked like he was seriously contemplating the offer for several long moments before blowing out a sigh. “Fine, just don’t get me in trouble, yeah?”

During lunch, he slid beside his girlfriend, throwing his arm around her shoulder, greeting her with a lingering kiss to the cheek. “Plans tonight, sunflower?” Atlas thought for a moment before replying. “Just chem work, otherwise I’m all open.”

This made Jake grin, leaning in close to her. “Movie night in the van at Danny’s?” With a soft laugh she agreed before pulling out a large bag of chips from her bag for them to share.

Atlas made sure her parents were fast asleep before going to pick Jake up, who was truly grinning ear to ear about their night together, even though they had been getting tons lately. Right as they pulled in front of Danny’s house, she cut the engine, moving to flick on the strings of light on either side of the walls.

It was a peaceful atmosphere, one that Jake took advantage of by kicking his shoes off and stretching out over the mattress with that same wide smile he’d had all evening. “Move over, Kiszka.” Atlas took her own shoes off, tossing a balled up sock at his head. “Anything for you, sunflower.” He moved towards the back doors of the van, settling himself under one of the blankets draped over the mattress.

“Jake?” She asked, coming to lay next to him, head tucked into his chest. He hummed in response, tangling their legs together as he pressed a kiss into the top of her head. “Why do you call me that?” Jake moved his head back just a bit to peer down at her, almost like she was silly to ask that, like she should have already known the answer.

“Well, you’re like a sunflower. You’re beyond beautiful and you make me feel so warm inside. Sunflowers also represent admiration and loyalty, they can bring good luck and happiness, and that’s everything you are to me. Therefore, sunflower is a fitting name, I think.”

Atlas blinked a few times, almost in disbelief. She’d always chucked it up to boys naming girls after flowers because it was the normal to do so. But Jake had actually put effort into making sure it was the right flower for her. “I love you.”

It was a quiet declaration before she tilted her face up to kiss him, just slowly at first. Her hands cradled his face, drinking in the closeness of him. Like all kisses of impatient teenagers, it didn’t take long to get heated, hands wandering lower than they should, slipping underneath the hems of shirts. Jake’s hands never strayed from her stomach, although it was clear he was itching to take it off. “You can touch me, you know, Jake. I don’t mind.” His eyes were questioning, like he knew if he did so they might go farther than she liked. “Are you sure, petal? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable?”

In response, Atlas partially untangled her body from his, pulling her shirt up over her head, laying the fabric on the carpet beside the bed. His eyes raked her body, cheeks flaming with red desire. A moment later his shirt joined hers on the floor, his body moving to sit up, legs dangling off the side of the mattress, pulling her in between them.

This kiss was deeper, more desperate, full of roaming hands and softs sounds. Surely, with how hot they both felt the windows must be fogging up. Pulling away, Jake was breathing hard, fingertips pressing into the skin just above the waistline of her jeans. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

But she did. She absolutely wanted to. Sure, she could have written it off as being a hormonal teenager, but the truth was she just wanted him closer. And they were, in every way except this one. “Stop overthinking it and take your pants off.” She breathed softly, moving from in between his legs to do what she’d asked of him as well.

Jake gently took Atlas’s hand, pulling her back down into the mattress, hovering above her. “You’re very beautiful, have I ever told you that?” His eyes moved over her features, down the curly mess of her hair, across the valleys and peaks of her collarbones. “You tell me all the time, Jake.” “Well I mean it.”

Neither of them knew a thing about foreplay or what one was really supposed to do leading up to sex, but they’d both probably seen enough porn to know the general flow of things. Underwear was shed, bodies close, eyes full of adoration. “Are you sure, At?” Atlas kissed him as a reply, pulling him close by the back of his neck.

She couldn’t deny the burning pain as he pushed into her, but the heavenly sound that fell from his mouth was enough to distract her. Jake was courteous enough to keep his hips still, although his eyes were screwed shut in deep concentration.

Even unmoving he was muttering words of praise and adoration down to her until she was comfortable enough to whisper the okay for his movements. Jake pulled his hips back, not all the way out, before pushing back in, his hands fisting the sheets beside her head.

Atlas watched his face carefully, the pure bliss across his had her cheeks a dark red, her own hands tangling into the hair at the back of his head, tugging him closer. “Fuck, I love you, At.”

“I love you too, more than anything.”

When it had first happened, Atlas thought that James simply had an off day. His tone was sharper than usual, and Atlas had dared to step in the house ten minutes after she was supposed to be home.

She thought the harsh grip on her hair had been a passing gesture, but it was not. It escalated every day, each toe she stepped out of line only made things worse.

Apparently, she had forgotten to get the mail out of the box on the way home, and for some reason it didn’t seem to sit right with the man.`As Atlas moved up the stairs and towards her room, James stood right at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest, an angry flush to his cheeks. “What was the one thing I asked you to do today?”

Her eyebrows furrowed, trying to rifle through the day's events. “Oh! Gosh, I’m sorry James. It totally slipped my mind. Let me just grab my jacket and I’ll run out and get it.”

“We took you in, out of a shit hole, and you never do anything but hang out with that Kiszka boy. You’re an ungrateful bitch, you know that?” Her jaw hung open at his words, not understanding where this was coming from. She’d simply forgotten the mail.

“Alright, I’m sorry, jesus. I told you I’d go get it.” James let her past and into her bedroom, where she did in fact throw one of Jake’s hoodies over her frame. She stepped back into the hallway, where James was still standing by the stairs.

“Be back in a minute.” She promised, foot coming down on the top step. A harsh shove, and she was tumbling down the flight of steps, hurtling towards the ground floor. She landed with an exclamation of great pain, hand coming up to catch the blood she could feel dripping down her nose.

Atlas sat there for a long time before looking up towards the top of the stairs, just catching a glimpse of James walking away, a smug look on her face. The pain hit her a moment later, making breath a little harder to come by.

She fumbled for a moment, trying to get her phone from her pocket. The corner of the screen was cracked, but still functioning. Of course she dialed Jake’s phone number, bottom lip trembling with tears as he picked up. “Hey,” She began, voice unsteady and unsure. “I know you just dropped me off a little while ago but I really need you to come back and get me.”

Jake agreed quickly, assuring he would be there in ten minutes, questioning her tone. When Atlas made her way down the front steps, he threw his car door open, hands cradling her face to wipe the blood from her top lip. “My petal, what happened? Are you okay?”

“I just fell down the stairs, I’m okay.”

The music was loud in the basement of the Kiszka house. They were in the process of writing songs for their first album, to be released sometime in the twin’s senior year. Although the process was slow, she thought the progress was amazing to watch.

The guitar stopped short, Jake chewing on his bottom lip. “It’s missing something.” Josh raised his eyebrows, hands on his hips. “Is writing a song about your lover not good enough? Literally, this is the third song all about Atlas. We’re going to have to put her in the credits at this point.”

Atlas cracked a smile, tilting her head. “He’s right, you know. Can’t just write a song with the words ‘you’re the woman that I love’ and not credit me just a little bit.” Although Jake was smiling, he was still deep in thought.

As he was strapped up to his guitar, which was plugged into one of the amps, Jake gave Atlas a sweet smile. “Will you run up and grab my slider from the desk drawer?” She made some comment about not being a maid, but got up anyway.

Jake’s room had the lingering smell of cigarette smoke, even though he was always careful in blowing it out an open window, coupled with the faint smell of the cologne he wore on special occasions, an intoxicating scent that she’d come to know so well.

His room was normally clean, spic and span, but he’d been spending so much time focused on writing that he seemed to had forgotten his daily cleaning routine, for several days. His floor was littered with discarded clothes and school papers, broken guitar picks and his extra straps. Atlas sighed a little deeply, knowing that it probably bothered Jake when he went to sleep at night. She wasted no more time in grabbing the slider out of his desk drawer and toeing back down the steps. “Hey, mama?” Atlas called to the woman sitting in the living room, looking over something on her phone.

“Yes, dear?” Karen looked up as Atlas passed her the little copper slider, all scratched up from years of use. “Could you take this down to Jake? I’m going to clean up his room a little bit.” The warm smile she gave told a million stories, stories that she could see in Atlas and Jake’s future. The woman knew that this wasn’t just some puppy love, the couple was coming up on three years together. “Of course, thank you for that. I know he’ll appreciate it.”

Back in Jake’s room, Atlas gathered the clothes off the floor and put them into the hamper, tossed empty soda cans into the trash can, organized his school papers inside of his backpack, and fixed the blankets on his bed. She even went so far as to bring the full laundry basket downstairs to start the load.

When the clothes were clean and warm, Atlas took them back upstairs to fold. Jake walked in, guitar carefully cradled in his hands, but stopped short at the door. “What are you doing?”

Atlas looked up from folding one of his shirts, a sweet smile painted on her face. “I just cleaned up a little bit. Your wardrobe was getting a bit thin because all of it was on the floor so I did some laundry. I know you’ve been busy with the album lately.”

Jake stared over at her from the doorway, unsure of what to say. Atlas was always so considerate and sweet, so much more than he could have asked for. “Thank you, At. You’re a saint, I swear.” Atlas giggled, putting the shirt down to approach him, gently placing his guitar back on the stand.

“I know of a few ways you could say thank you, Jakey.” There was a suggestive tone that made Jake raise his eyebrows, moving quickly to lock the door behind him. “Why don’t you show me, sunflower?”

Jake asked her to senior prom over dinner. It was a casual affair, the friend group sitting around the local diner munching on hamburgers and fries after another one of Josh’s successful shows. It was a little sad, knowing that he would only have the spring musical left in his highschool career.

But the album was only months away from being released, leaving all of them rushing to put finishing touches on the songs. “Hey, petal. I have a question.” Atlas looked up from dipping her fry into some ketchup, eyebrows raised with question. “Will you go to prom with me?”

Atlas breathed out a laugh, reaching a free hand across the table to rest on his. “I didn’t think you had to ask, but since you did so nicely, of course.”

Atlas had chosen purple, a long dress, even going so far as to sew flowers around the bottom hem. A pair of strappy purple heels were worn, glued on butterflies adorning the ankle straps. Her curls were more defined than usual, piled on top of her head, spilling down the sides of her head and down her neck. Jake, or she rather thought his mother, had gotten her a purple and white corsage.

Jake had admitted he could never see himself actually attending prom, but with the girl he loved on his arm, he couldn’t imagine a more perfect night. He had, of course, chosen a black suit, one which Atlas had taken home and tailored for a month, beading decorating the sleeves of the jacket. They spent the night dancing and laughing, sipping on some of the alcohol he’d managed to sneak in. They’d even smuggled Sam and Danny through a back door, despite the explicit instruction not to do so.

They were stuck tight to each other when one of the teachers stepped up onto the makeshift stage with a microphone, intending to announce prom court. Atlas and Jake hadn’t been in the running, or so they thought.

Josh had secretly been spreading the word around school, telling tales, some highly exaggerated, of their love. And people took notice of that love, apparently. Because the names over the speakers were Atlas Callaway and Jake Kiszka, surprising them both for sure.

She stared up at him with wide eyes, silently asking him if this was real. And real it was. They both received stupid cheap sash’s and crowns, getting their picture taken for the newspaper and yearbook.

Jake moved away from her side, now facing the teacher holding the microphone. He started to wrestle it away from the older man, mumbling under his breath about needing to borrow it for a minute.

Once it was firmly in his grasp, Jake moved back towards Atlas, speaking into the device as he did so. “Excuse me, everyone. Can I have your attention, please? Thank you, thank you.” His eyes turned towards Atlas now, wide grin on his face. “Petal, I just have to ask. Will you marry me?” She’d honest to god thought he was joking, but even past the smile there was no hesitation or joke in his eyes. In that moment, she saw her life flash before her eyes. Not in the bad, life ending way. But in a way that she knew this was the life that she wanted, a life with him.

Atlas gave the biggest yes she could manage in her breathlessness, and Jake made one last “I’ll get you a ring later, promise.” comment into the mic before handing it back over. His brother’s jaws were on the floor, as they hadn’t been at all expecting it. Hell, Jake hadn’t even been expecting it.

Jake made good on his promise a week later, presenting her with a ring, metal shaped like a branch, small moonstone gem in the center. They had a plan, one went over carefully with Karen. Jake would turn eighteen in April, she in August. And on her birthday, they’d all make a trip up to the courthouse and sign the papers, making a real wedding out of it later.

And she couldn’t wait to be his wife.

She told Jake they needed to talk. Atlas had known for two weeks now, and she was still trying to find the heart to tell him. She was desperately trying to find any other way, a way to stay, to not have to go.

They were laying side by side in his backyard, enjoying the coming warm weather that came with early April, staring up at the sky, fingers intertwined between them. Both were quiet, waiting for the other to speak. “I love you, Jake.” She said, voice barely above a whisper, taking in a large deep breath afterwards. But she knew it was true. Atlas loved him as much as she knew how to love. They might both be young, but she knew what she wanted.

“I love you too, sunflower. Please, tell me what’s wrong. I know something is bothering you.” Atlas laughed softly, knowing that after a little over three years together, Jake knew her like the back of his hand. But this was the dreaded question, the one she hoped he wouldn’t ask.

“I’m trying to find a way out of it, I truly am.” Atlas let the words hang in the air for a long time before sitting up to look down at him. “We’re moving to California in two weeks, Jake. I’m trying to find anyway to get out of it but I’m running out of time.”

The tears she’d been so desperately holding back came flowing down her cheeks now, with no heart to try and hold them back. Jake’s body flew up immediately, pulling her flush against his chest, eyes wide with panic and bewilderment. “Atlas- no,- you- you can’t! We’re getting married in August. You can’t just leave!”

“I don’t have a choice, Jake. I’m not an adult yet, neither of us are.”

Her last box was packed into the back of the moving truck, hands shoved deep into her pockets, the fabric of Jake’s Led Zeppelin tee-shirt spilling over the top. Jake was hovering behind her, the keys to the van that she’d just handed over closed in his fist.

“I have something for you, Jake.” Atlas turned around to face him, tugging something out of her pocket. It was a creme colored bracelet, made of several braided chords. “It’s a sailor’s bracelet. It means you’ve left someone at home when you go out to see. I wanted you to have it to remember that I’ll be coming back in August. It’s a little big now but it will shrink when it gets wet.”

Jake took the thing with gentle hands, looking it over like it was the most precious thing he’d ever received in his life. “I love you, so much, At.” His voice broke in the middle, a telltale sign that he wasn’t holding up as well as he hoped. “I have something for you too.”

His hands produced a little black box, inside a thin silver chain, a dainty sunflower pendant on it. “Although it’s certainly not as special as yours. It’s a sunflower for my sunflower.” Jake gently moved her hair out of the way, placing the necklace on her so the flower sat at the base of her throat.

They both cried after that, holding onto each other like it would be the very last time. “Hurry up and go so you can turn eighteen. Then you come straight back to me, understand, petal?” There was a plethora of emotion behind his voice, eyes staring straight down into hers. She nodded, a bit more vicious than she should have. “I promise, Jake. I’ll always come back to you. I love you so much.”

Jake watched her drive away, Atlas turned her head out the window, gripping his hands until the car was moving too fast for him to keep up. He stopped, tears flowing, breathing heavily, in the middle of the road, watching his fiance drive away, months before he would ever see her in person again.

#josh gvf #jake gvf #sam gvf #danny gvf #gretavanfleet #gvf fic #jake kiszka fic

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lilypixels · 3 years

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Izzy’s Dag-Dag The Artist… Tag

By @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy

~ Rules ~

Show us a rendition of yourself in your own art! Can be anything! Sims render? Random stick figure? Picrew? Go nuts! (Just be sure to tag the artist if you use someone else’s picrew!!!!) Tag the blogs you want to know, and don’t be a dick that’s it! Also, feel free to answer as vague or in-depth as you want. And if you don’t want to answer a question for any reason just don’t vibe with it! Skip it if you wanna! Also make sure you tag me and use #dagdagtheartisttag so I can see it!!!!!!!!

This is a bit long so i’m just gonna...

~Questions~

1.) Do you prefer to be referred to by your name or blog name? Both are fine! I don’t care much about what people refer to me as in general and have had someone on here call me lily once

2.) Where are you from? I won’t say exact, but I live in the middle of USA (I can’t wait to move-)

3.) Do you have pets? 👀 Yes! 3 dogs and 2 cats, tho only one cat is truly “mine”

4.) Tell us about your “dream”. uhh like where I want to be in life? what I want to do? um I’m still working on the exact job title, but I wish to do research at a natural history/science museum (sorta like archives or collections manager, but neither of those are quite right i think). Otherwise, I just hope to adopt and even foster kids cause my life would not be complete without little ones :3 (spouse/partner optional lol)

5.) Aside from art, what are your hobbies? Randomly researching things that grasp my attention, games...lots of games, reading, watching tv, coloring (wait does that count as art-), uhhh spacing out

6. )Does anyone irl know about your blog? yeah, but mostly just know about, not like see my posts i guess

7.)Do you know anyone from your blog irl? not outside of just chatting on discord

8.) What are some fun facts about you? I’ve had some poems published before (it was with entering a poetry contest), I have surprisingly good balance, my brain is not properly awake/functioning until 10am which has led to me almost using soap as toothpaste a few times too many, I have a birthmark on my finger (bonus: it sorta changes color/how noticeable it is depending on how hot or cold I am lol, i call it a mini thermometer cause of this), apparently Lion King was my Disney movie obsession as a kid...oh and I have a certificate in cryptozoology lolz

9.) What’s your day job? i work as a private nanny/glorified babysitter (i don’t live with them or drive but work regular hours through week and as needed; even join the occasional vacation with them)

10.) Do you have a celebrity look alike? i don’t think so; a girl in high school once said I look like Cameron Diaz tho-

11.) What’s your aesthetic? for my blog I think it’s becoming like dark academia meets cottage core?? idk for myself...who knows

12.) What kind of artist are you? the tired kind lol

13.) How did you get into your form of art? if we’re looking at sims, uhhh well I just happened to learn about cc one day, then happened upon simblr, saw edits, and thought I’d give a try cause I can’t draw but I need a creative outlet so this worked for me

14.) What do you watch/listen/read/anything else while you create? if I do anything, its listen to music; music is generally random based on what I feel like but more recently its been 2d anime groups (idolish7, hypnosis mic, etc)

15.) What is your favorite of your own creations so far? lets see...this, this, and this edit wise I think

16.) How would you describe your art style? idk chaos

17.) What is more satisfying to you coloring or outlining? coloring, I like coloring

18.) What meme would you use to describe yourself?

19.) What character from any media form do you most identify with? oh gosh uhhhh there’s a few but I’ll say Iori and Sogo from Idolish7 since they come to mind first lol. Iori is a fellow aquarius who hides his interests and agonizes over past slipups even a year later, others have legit moved on but he’s still stuck on it (that was true moment I was like “omg you are aquarius” lol cause yeah meee). Sogo i heavily relate to as well cause he’s,,,very nice and hides his own feelings, putting others before himself (but when right buttons get pushed, he can be scary lol) so yeah, those two

20.) If you were on the run, what would you change your name to? I’ve never thought of this...no clue

21.) Have you ever or do you want to change blog names? I have changed names, yes; I used to be silverine-sims but after a time i didn’t ~vibe~ with it

22.) God forbid Tumblr decides to pull a MySpace and lets us have page songs, what song would you choose? page songs like adding playlist to blog? i mean its possible already with bit of coding and I used to have one set up but uh one song huh? gosh um I guess Twisted Hearts by tasuku hatanaka; it was op for Moriarty the Patriot s2 and I’m pretty obsessed with it rn

23.) Oh yeah, I’m still on the MySpace train and I’m starting discourse! Who’s your top 8? my brain refuses to think and rank; i have trouble with choices and that extends to favorites,,

24.) Did you understand those references or did you have to look them up? (I’m fully aware I’m ancient, but are you?) i know of myspace but otherwise i have no clue what all it entailed

25.) One last question; why are you like that? I grew up watching Secret Saturdays, He-Man, Teen Titans, Danny Phantom, and Spongebob idk what to tell ya ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Dag dag?

Now tag tag!!!

I know not all of you will do this or was tagged by izzy already but I’m tagging everyone I can think of anyway-

@cyansimblr @neriney @lunchsims @waysims @klayde @sinfulwunders @void-imp @ladykendalsims @lazysunjade @almost-spring @smolteabirb @lunaziie @clumsyghostie and uh uh anyone else cause its too early and my brain just quit

#for the card thing #i was gonna do playlist but then id have to think more and choose a few songs from many #for characters itaru from a3 was another one #but two i picked maybe work more #also what does dag dag mean??#or is it a play on tag to rhyme??#tagged #tag thing #was gonna use simself for this #buttt i deleted after that one dream self tag #and photo from it wasnt cutting it #so used this picrew one #from another tag lol #dagdagtheartisttag

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felix-sullivan · 3 years

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a(n incomplete) list of our plots, compiled in order of what storylines we’ll prioritise & focus on. every storyline may involve as many different characters, pairings & conversations as we please, but the context & content of the conversations should ideally directly relate to the storyline in question for the duration of the plot event.

––– the order is as follows

1. lucas adoption ––

current status ––– following a fight at school, geraldine kane was called into the principle’s office to talk about her son’s involvement in the altercation. joyce foster, who has long since developed motherly feelings for lucas, has now come to the definite decision to adopt him – to give him a steady family even after he turns 18 and because she is convinced geraldine & john kane should have no legal authority over lucas. while initially met with some resistance from her husband, george foster, the two have since agreed to bring the idea up to the family and eventually start the adoption process. of course, they didn’t want to blindside lucas, so joyce has told him about their plan just a few days ago – something lucas now has to process by himself. and with other people. the fact that his uncle weston taylor is now out of prison might change everything, anyway.

possible conversations ––– lucas & maeve. lucas & benji. lucas & wes. benji & tammi. tammi & cari. wes & piper. cari & roman. joyce & lucas. george & benji. &more.

2. tom & jill ––

current status ––– now that almost all their children are all grown up and out of the house, jill & tom sullivan have made a decision. they know they don’t want any more children, so tom agreed to a vasectomy as an alternative to hormonal or barrier contraception. only a few months after the procedure, jill noticed changes that she first attributed to menopause – a thought that scared her. though the reality of the situation ended up being the even scarier thought. she’s pregnant. 24 years after her first and 16 years after her last pregnancy. before she had even worked up the courage to tell tom, he had already found the positive pregnancy test. and there was only one possible explanation in his mind – jill cheated on him. she denies it, he’s too hurt and proud to listen. so their relationship has been on ice and the athmosphere in the whole sullivan house has been rather frigid too for a few weeks now. he doesn’t sleep in their bed anymore, drowns himself in work & jill thinks she just needs to give him time. but time doesn’t heal all wounds, especially not when he pretty much ignores her existence alltogether.

possible conversations ––– jill & clarissa. tom & john. tom & danny. jill & roman. tom & felix. roman & felix. roman & cari. felix & noah. felix & chris. &more.

3. vicky & cory ––

current status ––– vicky owens most likely thought that the day she’d see cory langley again would never come – which would have probably been for the best for everyone. but she did see him again, one afternoon, in a walmart. 17 years had passed since they last saw each other. and even though they parted in a fight that was never resolved for either of them back then, they agreed to catch up over a cup of coffee at vicky’s house. vicky’s son, noah owens aged 16, came home while cory was still over and as he was beginning to do the maths, he realised that this kid was most likely his. he left that afternoon utterly dumfounded, trying to put the pieces together. only once he was back home did it start to really sink in – he most likely has a kid. cory went back to vicky’s house a few days later, shaking with anger, and loudly demanded answers. only after he’d already started screaming at her did vicky confirm to him in a small voice, ‘he’s yours.’ noah and his boyfriend, liam caldwell-moore, stepped in once they heard the raised voices, telling the rather threatening seeming man to get away from a crying vicky without having any context of the conversation. cory now knows this life changing secret that vicky has done her all to keep sealed tight over the past 17 years, while noah remains clueless

possible conversations ––– noah & liam. cory & noah. noah & felix. vicky & cory. &more.

4. lance & the hughes ––

current status ––– lance hughes’ situation is continuing to quietly deteriorate. after his overdose nearly a year ago he was clean for a few months, but fell into a major lethargic depressive episode. when the shock of it wore off a little and marisol & john hughes loosened their reigns on him, it didn’t take long for him to find himself going back to the drugs. he’s become a good liar, a better liar, knows exactly what people like his parents and bella bennett want to hear from him. he tells her he still smokes from time to time but that’s it – nothing else.

possible conversations ––– marisol & john. marisol & jill. marisol & lance. john & tom. john & piper. lance & bella. lance & charlie. piper & wes. bella & maddie. &more.

5. gabe & ana ––

current status ––– gabe thompson and ana caldwell-moore had been sleeping together again for months behind avery caldwell-moore’s back before it started to blow up in their faces. carelessly, they were caught in the act by ana’s son, liam caldwell-moore, a couple weeks ago. he has since been refusing to talk to ana or gabe, internally battling with himself about whether he should be the one to tell his mother, avery caldwell-moore, who knows something is up but is being kept in the dark about it. ana, feeling ashamed, has also been avoiding gabe while trying to fix things at home, though he wasn’t really having any of it – he confessed to her that he wants to give the two of them a try now and asked ana to break up with her wife. ana wasn’t ready to sacrifice her family – though things might look different once she finds out that she’s currently pregnant.

possible conversations ––– gabe & ana. ana & avery. ana & liam. liam & noah. liam & hazel. liam & zara. &more.

6. maddie & dom ––

current status ––– now that their little nova has finally come into the world, things have been quite different for maddie carmichael & dom parrish. they’re now full time parents living with dom’s parents, clay & vivian parrish. maddie barely even goes into the city to see her own dad, jesse carmichael, these days. clay and vivian help out where they can, something vivian especially is happy to do because it means she can keep an eye on her son too – she’s not too thrilled about his plans to drop out of school or even them getting married. those are things that are up for discussion between maddie and dom, though they don’t always see eye to eye on those topics either. however, vivian brought up the idea of buying a place for the young parents to raise their family to clay not too long ago.

possible conversations ––– vivian & clay. vivian & dom. clay & jesse. maddie & bella. maddie & vicky. dom & nick. maddie & hazel. &more.

7. jordyn & naoki ––

current status ––– n/a.

possible conversations ––– jordyn & caleb. jordyn & khloe. naoki & tristan. tristan & matthew. eric & khloe. ted & eric. ted & tristan. &more.

8. the bennett family ––

current status ––– danny bennett came back a changed man – and his family is starting to have to pay the price for it. his helplessness is making him rude and ungrateful to his wife, clarissa bennett, who has been trying her hardest to be understanding but is slowly starting to lose her patience too. especially because there doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to danny’s mood swings anymore. he’ll lash out over the smallest things, refuses therapy, drowns himself in mindless activities and even goes as far as being stricter with his children, bella & nancy bennett, than usual – anything that will give him some semblence of control.

possible conversation ––– danny & clarissa. danny & bella. danny & nancy. clarissa & jill. danny & tom. bella & maddie. bella & lance. nancy & dani. &more.

9. lennon & sasha & levi ––

current status ––– n/a

possible conversations ––– sasha & levi. lennon & sasha. toni & sasha. mona & levi. mona & lennon. sebastian & levi.

#okay... this got longer than intended #what happened here #ANYWAY lmao #thought it would be nice to have it in one place #please tell me if theres anything to be added or corrected about any of the summaries

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seven-oomen · 3 years

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I think you know I would not be me if I didn't request DILF Club or Peter/Noah (or maybe Chris/Noah for a little adventure) for the Ultimate Ship Meme thing. 😆 But only if you feel like it. That champagne sounds like the "sparkling" grape juices in fancy bottles they have everywhere this time of year. I almost got some, but I still have a tiny bottle of prosecco I'll probably just have instead. Maybe if I drink a little I'll finally write some. 😅 Hope you're feeling better! - B

Consider I got two DILF club requests for this meme, I’ll do the OUAT verse for this one and another verse for the other ask. XD

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? For eternity, even death doesn’t part them.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? It was a bit of a process the first year, it wasn’t instant love. Though the connection was there due to the soulmate bond. Especially Chris took his time to allow himself to love. The first one to fall was Peter, he fell for Noah first, then Noah fell for Peter. When Chris came into their lives, Peter realized he loved him during one of their Nemeton visits. Noah followed a few weeks later. Chris was the last to fall for both of them.

How was their first kiss? Sweet, a little sloppy, and Chris bumped his head at least twice while giggling. Much to Peter and Noah’s amusement.

Wedding:

Who proposed? Peter did, at the Nemeton when he gave them their Triskelion Necklace parts.

Who is the best man/men? Derek is the best man, the groomsmen are Jackson and Stiles. Ben was their ring bearer.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? Melissa is their best ma’am. Allison and Malia are the bride's maids.

Who did the most planning? Peter did, he choose all the fashion, the venue, paid for the wedding, got the caterer and the florist. (though Chris tried to pay for things as did Noah, but Peter wouldn’t have it. They bought the rings and Peter’s suit for him as ‘retaliation’. Chris and Noah also planned a little song called here comes the sun that their pack, friends, and family sang to them as they walked down the aisle with Peter. Noah played the guitar for the occasion with Malia.)

Who stressed the most? Chris, he’s the internal stresser of the group and he had a few panic attacks while trying to get everything in place. Noah was a close second.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. (They rented a place, invited closest friends and family but kept it on the down-low.)

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? Kate, Gerard, Elias, and one other person who shall not be named yet.

Sex:

Who is on top? They switch, all of them like to top and bottom and they’re not picky on who gets to be on top/bottom. Things just happen.

Who is the one to instigate things? Usually Peter, but Chris or Noah (especially when they team up) can be real degenerates as well.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (They’re not shy about their sex life and very much enjoy each other’s bodies and closeness. It’s a great way for them to strengthen their relationship.)

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head (They’re into toys, bondage, breeding kinks, biting/marking, dom/sub play, public sex, and some other milder kinks, nothing too crazy but also not too vanilla.)

How long do they normally last? Depends, if they’re fired up and excited they might not last long, 5-10 min, but if they go slow and steady they might also last for 30-60m. Or well, Peter will last that long, Noah and Chris both recover fairly fast and can go multiple times in a row.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? They try to get Chris and Noah to come an equal amount of times, Peter is just happy to see them come and since he can come once and then needs 10-20m to recover. (I know werewolves have healing but his senses need a break) So he tries to make them come often and then comes once or twice himself.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. (It really depends on their mood)

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? Between the three of them? 8 in this universe. Twins: Allison & Jackson, Stiles & Malia, Adeline & Mikhail, and the singles: Ben, TBN (Currently named Kaya but that might change)

How many children will they adopt? They fostered Isaac, and unofficially adopted Erica and Danny. (Boyd is part of the pack though, but since he’s mated to Erica at some point it feels weird to say they adopted him too)

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Peter, and he doesn’t mind it one bit. He didn’t get to change many diapers for Allison & Jackson or Ben, got his fair share of them with Malia & Stiles though. But he doesn’t mind, his mates were pregnant and gave birth, so it only seems fair he needs to step up in the diaper department.

Who is the stricter parent? Chris. Noah tries but is too soft most of the time or too chaotic, and Peter just can’t say no once one of the kids pulls puppy eyes. (Especially Ben. And the others know it.)

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Chris is best at stopping them, Noah tries to but due to his job can’t always keep an eye on them. Peter comes with them to let them explore but safely. He protects them while they do stupid shit.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Chris. He’s got the whole routine down to pat and is a streamlined machine in the mornings. Noah still can’t wrap his head around it.

Who is the more loved parent? The kids had a phase where they preferred Peter, since he’d just come into their lives again, but once that died down they all loved their parents equally. (Jackson would never admit it, but he comes to love Noah as a parental figure. I have something planned for that.)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Peter, he loves to hear how his kids are doing in school and doesn’t mind to absolutely obliterate their teachers if he knows a teacher is picking on his kids. He lives for shit like this as the rich house husband to his two working husbands. Also, the opportunity to brag to Karen about Jackson & Stiles’s grades or Malia’s shop accomplishments, or Allison’s latest political victory in the student council as their vice president (Lydia’s the president, they’re a power couple.) is just too good to pass up.

Who cried the most at graduation? Peter, he finally gets to see a milestone up close and personal for all of his kids. Though Noah is openly crying as well, and Chris has watery eyes. (He keeps it in until they get home and then hugs all the kids while crying.)

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Let’s face it, it’s Noah. He technically has to make sure that the law is upheld, but when it comes to his own kids, he’s not above giving them a pass. Though he’s more lenient towards kids in general. But yeah, Noah will most likely try and bail his kids out. Peter would let them steam for a few hours in a “You got caught, you deal with it.” Kinda way and then bail them out after a few hours. Chris would let them steam for a bit too and then determine how big the offense was before bailing them out.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Chris, he’s the most practiced and most efficient. Though Noah loves to cook Polish food and bread. Peter does it when both of his mates have to work or are too tired to cook. He’s getting better at it.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Peter. Werewolf senses mean he has a fussy pallette. He hates most vegetables for one. Though he has competition in Jackson once Jackson takes the bite, the little shit is a regular Gordon Ramsey.

Who does the grocery shopping? Peter, since Noah and Chris, tend to work during the day and he’s more of a stay-at-home house husband and dad. Chris gives him the lists. That doesn’t stop him from sneaking in snacks and candy for himself, Noah, and the kids.

How often do they bake desserts? At least once a week. Whether it’s for bake sales, PTO meetings, birthdays, weekends, a tryout, there’s always a baked good on the kitchen counter.

Are they more of a meat-lover or a salad eater? Peter and Noah are more Meat lovers. Chris is a mix between the two. He likes salads and meat but doesn’t have a preference over either. Unlike the other two.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Peter, he takes them out to a grill restaurant. It doesn’t have to be fancy, but the quality has to be outstanding. They get their older kids to babysit and let them order anything they want as a reward.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Once again, Peter, I feel like Noah or Chris would be more likely to be home dwellers and Peter’s the one that takes them to bars, musicals, restaurants, malls, etc.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? Noah, he’s not a bad cook, but he gets distracted by everything else and forgets he has pots/pans on the furnace.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Chris or Peter.

Who is really against chores? Noah forgets to do them sometimes, but I feel like none of them is actually against them. Peter doesn’t like to do them but he likes a clean house, so.

Who cleans up after the pets? They have eight kids, a bunch of werewolves, a banshee, a kitsune, a hellhound, a Seelie, and god knows what else running around on the full moon. You think they have room for a pet???

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Peter. If there’s no evidence it never happened. Now come help me clean this up before you papa and poppa get home. Or when it comes to his mates he just speaks softly and forgives. He’s been in a coma for six years, he’s not gonna let anything trivial get to him. Family is everything.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Chris. It’s his training and a bit of an OCD thing. “No, you don't get it Noah my love, EVERYTHING has to be spotless...” Cue Chris running around with a vacuum cleaner and a mop. “It’s just Melissa & Derek for wine night...”

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Chris, and he puts them in the fun jar that they use to reward the kids. Once the jar is full, they go shopping or do another fun activity with the kids. Bad behavior/swearing gets money removed from the jar and into the dad jar. That money is used to give Chris/Peter/Noah an extra outing if the kids were particularly difficult.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Noah is a slut for long showers/baths. It’s his moment of relaxation.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? Noah occasionally walks Peter in his wolf form. At some point, people think Peter is a K9 unit, and Noah rolls with it. Which opens up opportunities for Peter to stay with Noah at work.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Every year they decorate for Christmas, the midwinter solstice/yule, the spring equinox, thanksgiving, Halloween/Samhain.

What are their goals for the relationship? To love and support one another through anything and to keep a fun and raging sex life well into old age. But mostly to love and cherish one another and build each other up just the way they are.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Chris if you let him, training and habit have him up early, but his natural sleep cycle is to sleep like a log and to Noon.

Who plays the most pranks? Noah, he’s a mischievous little shit that loves to pull pranks on people and very sassy to boot. Where do you think Stiles and Malia have that from?

#teen wolf ask meme #chris argent #peter hale #sheriff stilinski #noah stilinski #the DILF club #chris/peter/noah #once upon a time #my convos with anon #B #answered #Anonymous

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lolalvarez · 5 years

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ACUP TASK 3: FAMILY TREE

KRISTINA ALVAREZ (Mother, Joanna Garcia Swisher)

ALEX PEREZ (Father, Danny Pino)

MIRIAM “MIMI” JOHNSON (Adoptive Mother, Viola Davis)

Louisa Alvarez was born as the result of a one night stand between Kristina Alvarez and Alex Perez. Kristina and Alex were barely sixteen when their night of passion culminated in a pregnancy, and Kristina’s strict Catholic upbringing forbade her from aborting the child. Louisa was born nine months later and immediately was put up for adoption.

It was a long road, and despite the usual record of newborn babies being adopted, that wasn’t the case for Lola. She grew up in the foster system. There were three potential matches that took Louisa in before she found her forever home. Each had its own share of hardships for Louisa to overcome, and each had a profound effect on her personality and development.

The first home took Louisa in when she was almost a year old. The family consisted of Joshua and Stacey St. Marc, who had three little boys of their own: Joey, Tommy, and Simon. Stacey desperately wanted a girl, but after having three children via C-section, was advised to go down the adoption route. Louisa’s newfound adoptive brothers found themselves very disinterested with a new sister, and instead of trying to bond with Louisa, they would avoid her completely. Joshua was a military officer who spent much of his time on active duty. When he came home, he was a stranger to Louisa. She was cranky and ill-adjusted. She barely slept through the night. After a year in the St. Marc’s care, Stacey felt she could no longer keep up with four children as a single mom for ten months out of the year, so she returned Lola to the foster agency.

The second home was warned that Louisa might come with some developmental issues, but they were adamant about having Louisa for their own. Christopher and Nicole Sanders lived in the suburbs of New York City and were extraordinarily wealthy. Nicole was suffering from post-partum of a stillborn child, and despite warnings that they needed to wait before bringing another child into their lives, nobody could sway them otherwise. They had insisted on a newborn, but Lola was too charming for her own good and the couple thought that Lola could be the kind of child that they were missing from their family. Louisa was five years old at the time. But try as she might, Lola was a replacement for a child whose legacy she could never live up to. These parents wanted to see her first steps, hear her say her first words, and rejoice in putting a quarter underneath Louisa’s pillow when she lost her first tooth. Eventually, she was returned back to the foster home after nearly two years in their care.

When Louisa was nine, she was adopted again for a third time, by a couple who had another daughter who was thirteen years old. The Van den Bergs Meghan, but she insisted everyone call her Meggie. She was going through a phase. A rather obnoxious phase, really, in their perfect little Upper East Side prep school world. She made fun of Lola in the uniform; Lola weathered the teasing silently. When asked about charity cases that the Van den Berg family, it was stated that Louisa was it. Meggie took pictures of her sleeping and spread them around to her friends, she found her drawings ripped up and burned. Lola endured this kind of treatment for a year and a half before she absolutely lost her temper at Meghan, and hit her. She was returned (more like thrown out onto the street) and never contacted them again.

Louisa was fourteen when Mimi found her. She’d spent her days living from foster home to foster home. Her grades were horrendous and she was a brat in classes-- falling asleep, never doing her homework. All she wanted to do was paint, or more accurately, destroy. She was obligated to see a school psychologist once a week, and Lola took the opportunity to draw horror scenes of fire and darkness.

But Mimi walked in, saw Louisa lounging on the couch with a pencil stuck behind her ear and a math worksheet in front of her that she was using as a canvas for a series of patterns; flowers and birds. And Mimi knew that she wanted Louisa. The papers were signed, Mimi was warned tremendously that Louisa was a “troubled child” and they were on their way to Brooklyn, in a nice-sized apartment in Greenpoint, right by the water.

It wasn’t love at first sight for Louisa. No, plenty of people had wanted her before deciding that she needed to go back into the system. Mimi started with her name, exclusively calling her Lola. Mimi loved all kinds of classic musicals (but Show Boat was her favorite), and nicknamed her after the temptress in Damn Yankees. She said that with those eyes, Lola could get whatever she wanted. So she did.

Things changed for them when Mimi caught Lola stealing money out of her purse one day. Red-handed, Lola wanted to go and see an exhibit on Freida Kalo, but she needed money to get in and didn’t have it. Instead of punishing her, Mimi sat her down and asked her how much she needed. Mimi took twice as much money out of her wallet and told Lola to go, and buy herself something nice. That night, when Lola returned, she instead came back with a sketch of Mimi, and asked if they could go and see the exhibit together.

It was the turning point for them. Mimi showed Lola how to cook, taught her all of the classic jazz songs, and gave her the home that Lola had always desperately wanted. As time went on, their past lives came out-- Lola recounted the previous trauma she’d faced in foster care and her three previous adoptive homes. Mimi told Lola about her husband and daughter who had both died nearly ten years ago in a car accident. Until Lola showed up, she’d collected cats.

Mimi was the person who pushed Lola to get into Parsons, and the person who insisted she apply to FIT, too. She’s the one who made sure Lola knew her self-worth, and gave Lola the confidence she needed in order to overcome any obstacle. At a time in her life when Lola was supposed to resent her parents, she found herself clinging to her mother with every fiber of her being, not wanting to lose out on a second of time with her.

If only Lola knew then what would become of her beloved Mimi...

#acup: inspo #acup: task3 #// this got so long and rambly whoops

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destieltropecollection · 6 years

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Destiel Trope Collection 2018 Day 11 | Domestic AU

Order of Protection | @pherryt Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 96,231 Main Tags/Warnings: Kid!fic, CPS, Established Destiel, Dean and Cas take in a couple of kids, foster kids, A+ Parenting, angst and fluff, grieving, off screen minor character deaths, funeral, fighting, running away Summary: Dean and Cas wanted children. They’d considered using surrogates, but finally chose to try adoption. In the end, it didn’t matter, though they never expected to get kids the way they did. It’s almost Christmas time when Castiel’s two young nieces fall into their lives, and Dean and Cas are scrambling to make a home for them, and worrying about how much damage the kids have suffered that they’ll need to undo. And are they up to the task?

It’s Two Sugars, Right? | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 851 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Divergent Summary: After Cas pulls Sam out of hell and they settle down, Cas worries about Claire.

Can I Have This Dance | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,815 Main Tags/Warnings: Djinn Verse, Bobby/Jody Wedding Summary: At Bobby and Jody’s wedding, Dean and Cas get a little hot and bothered.

Come here. Let me fix it. | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1,075 Main Tags/Warnings: Kid fic Summary: Dean and Cas bring home their new baby.

I Made Your Favorite | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,460 Main Tags/Warnings: Smut Summary: Dean and Cas finally get some time away to recharge thanks to Sam and Claire.

Simple Man | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1,256 Main Tags/Warnings: Adoption, Dean’s Birthday Summary: When Dean’s birthday falls on a lazy Sunday, only weeks after adopting Jack, Cas and Claire make him breakfast in bed.

Danny’s Song | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 913 Main Tags/Warnings: Adoption, Parenthood, Kid Fic Summary: Dean and Cas find out they are going to be parents.

Loved You Forever verse | @desiraelovesdestiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 86,205 Main Tags/Warnings: Best friends to lovers, Prof!Cas/Mechanic!Dean, Married Destiel, Humor, Fluff, jealousy Summary: A series about the lives of happily married Professor Castiel and Mechanic Dean, who went from childhood best friends, to lovers to husbands. Please read to enjoy unconditional love, crazy Thanksgivings and lots of smut. And Cas’s smart assery, of which there is a lot. This story is on going, and each part can be read on it’s own, though I recommend reading them all.

The Wheel of the Year (A Wiccan Cas verse) | @desiraelovesdestiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9,913 Main Tags/Warnings: Detective!Dean, Wiccan!Cas, Psychic!Cas, spiritual, fluff, hurt/comfort Summary: Romantic and spiritual moments between newly married Dean & Cas, as told through Wheel of the Year celebrations.

It Only Leads to Trouble | @blueascend Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,825 Main Tags/Warnings: Bets & Wagers Summary: The door slammed, signaling Cas’ arrival. Dean smirked from his place on the living room couch, feeling more than a little pleased with himself. Looked like his plan to rile Cas up had worked perfectly. He jumped as Cas suddenly appeared in front of him. Cas looked pissed, glowering down at Dean, and for one moment Dean was sure that he was about to either punch him or pin him down to the couch and fuck his brains out.

Ways to Say ‘I Love You’ | @andomedatonks Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 3,857 Main Tags/Warnings: friends to lovers, pining!cas, roommates Summary: In which Charlie ships it and Cas reevaluates his and Dean’s relationship.

The Very Core of My Heart | @pomegranatedaffodil Rating: Explicit Word Count: 109,375 Main Tags/Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Marriage of Convenience, Slow Burn, Medical Inaccuracies, Slight Biphobia, Small Towns. Summary: Dean Winchester has lived his whole life in this small Muskoka town, with the same family and friends he’s known since birth. One doctor’s appointment later, everything Dean has ever known is about to change: he’s just been diagnosed with a terminal heart condition, and has less than a year to live. His time may be running out, but he plans to make the most of it. And he wants to spend as much of that time as possible with the mysterious, motorcycle-riding subject of town gossip: Castiel Novak. AU based on The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery.

Brambles | @surlybobbies Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 10,650 Main Tags/Warnings: Neighbors, Writer!Cas, Mechanic!Dean, Gardening, Domestic, Strangers to lovers, Human!AU, Moden!AU Summary: “You like the dirty mechanic look, Cas?” Dean says, winking. Cas steps back to let him in. “Not particularly.” Dean’s grin falls. He swipes an arm over his sweaty forehead. “Well, get used to it, bud, ‘cause I’m your neighborhood dirty mechanic on the days I’m not the neighborhood drunken arsonist.” (Dean accidentally sets Cas’s yard on fire and works out a deal with Cas to make it up to him.)

Errands | @surlybobbies Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 691 Main Tags/Warnings: canonverse, canon-divergent, domestic, friends to lovers Summary: One day, Cas expresses a curiosity to see Walmart. It’s not a bad idea, Dean decides - he needs some clean T-shirts, anyhow. So he and Cas drive for an hour to the nearest location, only to find that the parking lot is crammed to capacity. “Back-to-school season,” Dean mutters darkly.

That Goes Without Saying | @surlybobbies Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,458 Main Tags/Warnings: bunker fic, canonverse, friends to lovers, domestic Summary: Cas’s coat was nowhere to be found, and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, revealing long, tanned forearms that made Dean’s throat go dry like he was a man in the early 1900s who had just caught an illicit glimpse of his lover’s ankle. Cas’s tie was gone, too, probably because of the last time he had attempted to cook near an open flame with a flammable piece of fabric hanging from his neck. A quick glance upward would have confirmed that the scorch marks were still there on the ceiling, but Dean’s eyes were occupied with a slow, indulgent scan of Cas’s profile. His lips were turned downward as he cooked, and not for the first time Dean found himself imagining the way he might touch his fingers to Cas’s lips, watching for the moment the tension left and Dean could press forward and press a kiss to the corner of Cas’s mouth.

The Best Men, a Supernatural/Bridesmaids AU. | @jscribbles-fanfic Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 57,371 Main Tags/Warnings: Alcohol Use, Romantic Comedy, Post-Apocalypse, Food Poisoning, Wedding, bridesmaids crossover Summary: Your new favourite romantic comedy is here. SPN/Bridesmaids AU.S6 AU (And sort of S5 AU after 5.10 - Ellen dies but Jo lives and Brady doesn’t die in 5.20). Set two years after the apocalypse that never happened. When Sam is due to get married and appoints Dean as his best man, chaos ensues. Especially since Sam’s rekindled friendship with Tyson Brady has been getting in between the Winchesters’ brotherly bond. Dean struggles with his life as it doesn’t go according to plan, Bobby is sober and actually happy, Jo has a boyfriend that is much too attractive, and Cas deals with being human a tad poorly. Oh, and why does everyone think Cas and Dean are boyfriends?

Confessions | @super-powerful-queen-slayyna Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,132 Main Tags/Warnings: Love Confessions, Dean is a dork, Supportive!Sam, Profanity Warning, Coming Out, Fluff, First Kiss, Bisexual!Dean, Human!Castiel. Summary: Even with Sam’s suggestions, Dean just can’t seem to be able come out and say it. Maybe that’s just it. Maybe complexity isn’t the solution.

Gravity | @50shadesofsubtext Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1,165 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Domestic Bliss Summary: Claire asks her dads to teach her how to dance before the school’s Valentine’s Day dance.

I’d rather have two | @sternchencas Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 2,741 Main Tags/Warnings: puppies, fluff, established relationship Summary: Cas falls in love when he stumbles upon a box of puppies and Dean might finally cave in and get him one.

#destiel trope collection #destielfanficnet #profoundnet #destiel #supernatural #masterlist #trope list #domestic #domestic!Destiel #2018

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ofdanny · 6 years

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mmmk so hi !! i’m taylor, i go by she/her pronouns, and i am very very excited to be here. my two muses are danny and todd and i’m not very good at these posts ?? and i also kind of don’t like them so lets just dive right into this, yay !!

HELLO my name is ( DANIEL HARTLEY ). people often mistake me for ( DYLAN O'BRIEN ). i find this very silly but people also tell me i’m ( EASY-GOING ) and ( APATHETIC ). i am born in ( MEDFORD, OREGON ) but i now live in ( SEATTLE, WASHINGTON ). if there’s one song that describes me the most it’d have to be ( WEEKEND by MAC MILLER ). — ( taylor, 19, est, she/her )

to say the least daniel was a surprise to his parents. they had no desire to have kids, but the only plus to him was that he just so happened to be a bouncing baby boy, and his father saw an opportunity to keep the company alive. as a child the only parental guidance he ever received was from his caregiver and homeschool teacher, ana— walking, potty training, puberty, his first kiss… ana was there for him through all of it.

his parents never gave him much attention outside considering they were too busy living their best lives as one of the most well-loved power couples. of course, it hurt him but ana eased the pain. the only time he received any actual attention from his mother was when his father would be working late and little four-year-old danny would walk into his parents room to find his mom. she’d let him brush her long, dark hair, or sing to him when she was in an exceptionally good mood some nights, or listen to him play the piano ( which he was learning at the time ) — those few evenings are engraved in his mind, his love for his mother growing with every short-ended second he spent with her.

when daniel was thirteen his father told him that he was the heir of the greatest company of all time. to a normal, tween kid this would have sounded like a dream. but daniel loathed even the thought of it.when he was sixteen when his mom left him and his dad without any warning, and the reason for her leaving…? danny has no clue. he wasn’t very involved with his parents when he grew past the age of eight. ana was all he needed to an extent.

due to his mothers disappearance his father kind of went off the deep end— anger issues, drinking, sleeping with other women. the communications technologies company that his father owned held it’s own for the time being until his father got back on his feet. that’s also when they up and officially settled in new york rather than switching between oregon and new york. all of this would have left danny unphased until his father fired ana out of spite, merely because he saw daniel was fine while he was drowning in sorrow. that’s when things started to go south for hartley.

he had started to resent his father, his mother, and this posh lifestyle. he started to fight with people in public places, affecting his fathers reputation. he blew off every other new teacher that came in to teach him ( even though, eventually, he finally let up and is learning about business— his fathers wishes, of course. ), and he practically formed an unhealthy habit of spiraling, using booze and alcohol to help drink himself into incoherence. the only thing that helps clear his head is when he plays the piano, and he plays it well considering he mastered it at a young age.

nowadays, his father has him attend meetings and consistently tries to convince him to embrace the wealth and the power he may gain one day, but the discussion always ends in one of them red-faced, steam coming out of their ears. as said before, daniel hates this lifestyle. he never asked for the riches or the power, and he certainly doesn’t want it. you’d think he’d want love and affection, but he’s gone without it for so long that he no longer has a the cravings for it. he has very little for friends, and he prefers to keep to himself. he will purposefully hurt your feelings if you don’t leave him alone when he wants you to, and he won’t think twice about verbally abusing you, hitting your insecurities and things of the sort.

long story short, daniel is 23 years old. he’s very sarcastic, very dead-pan, and if you catch him on a bad day? he’s not nice, and he’s very hard to get along with so good fucking luck loldanny came back to oregon because his father said ‘it’d be good for him to gain some perspective’, but in reality he knew his father just didn’t want to take the time off of work and the thought of coming back to the place where he and his mother were once still together is… catastrophic. daniel didn’t fight against his dad wishes to come to the cabin. although, he also hates how nostalgic the place is. all in all, danny is just here to it in a corner and drink tbh

WANTED CONNECTIONS ;

long lost friends - he gets to the cabins and runs into someone who looks familiar. turns out it’s his old buddie from when he was just a tot !! and wow you’ve changed kind of and shit daniel you’re still a dick huh lol

drinking buddies - the pair always meet at the same time on the same day, unspokenly, and it slowly grows from causal bar talk from across the counter to them pouring their souls out to each other and laughing until they crY ok how cute i stan

frenemies - the typical banter on these two is expected from everyone around, and at times they may cross the line with their horrid words and degrading insults but in the end they always result to tough love. but, god forbid one of them get’s too mushy with the other… they’d never live it down.

twisted - as toxic as they seem the pair always seem to end up together… in bed… naked. they are so wrong for each other that anybody could take one look at them and know that they wouldn’t last a day. but, somehow, they always manage to sex it out with no strings attached despite the screaming and the infuriating words they say to one another. they are perfectly wrong for each other and they both hate and love it at the same time. but how much longer can they keep this up…?

HELLO my name is ( TODDERIC TENNER ). people often mistake me for ( THEO JAMES ). i find this very silly but people also tell me i’m ( AFFABLE ) and ( MANIPULATIVE ). i am born in ( MEDFORD, OREGON ) but i now live in ( NAPA, CALIFORNIA ). if there’s one song that describes me the most it’d have to be ( VOICES IN MY HEAD / STICK TO THE PLAN by BIG SEAN ). — ( taylor, 19, est, she/her )

when todd was pretty young he moved from foster house to foster house pretty much until his adopted father found him ( more on that later ). the story is that as a baby, todd was left at child services doorstep so tbh no one has a clUe who his parents are. • his history is the typical sob story of hating every home he moved to bc the people who took him in didn't want him in their home bc he was too problematic and a "bad influence on their other children". he was just a very angry kid honestly • all that being said, when he was 15 he left the family he was supposed to stay with for another week or so but he honestly couldn't take being around that family anymore so he packed his backpack with the three pieces of clothes he had and left. he didn't know where he was going but when he turned into a dark alley he found two men beating and stomping another man nearly to death. like any kid with the least bit of common sense he turned around and legged it only to run into what felt like a wall but was a man three times his height.

long story short they dragged him back to their headquarters and pondered on whether or not they should just kill him or let him stick around. the man who was three times his height spoke up and they decided to keep him to help with operations.

all in all, Todd was adopted into this huge ass drug industry and was adopted by the super tall man who turned out to be basically this really big drug lord who wanted a son and found one yay !!

so todd basically learned how to lie, scheme, steal, fight, intimidate... pretty much a bunch of negative traits and he was great at it. he didn't like it but he simply did as he was told.

todd's now 27 and on a job that was supposed to be an easy pick up and dip out but it turned out to be a fucked drop bc the feds came and they caught todd and he was immediately put in prison but they soon let him out because they somehow could pin any hard evidence against him so he's now a free man rip

after that whole shabang todd took it upon himself to ditch the whole gang lifestyle and create a life for himself. he got on a bus and hit the road from oregon to california, using the money he made and saved from the past jobs to buy himself a comfortable house in napa and now he sells wine :)

he figured his old gang would come for him but they haven't yet and he isn't going to complain about it either. he's keeling his head low and staying quiet for the time being.

in reference to coming back to oregon is interesting bc after settling down in napa he went on a search for his parents only to find out that his father died in a car crash ten years back and his mother supposedly passed with him too, but they never found the body.

his father had a will written out though and in it stated that there was a house oregon that was left for todd and with it was a note with a simple apology, that hardly explained anything about why they abandoned todd and who they were, and an address that belonged to the cabins

todd is only here to find more information on his parents and history. ( wanted connection: maybe someone who knew his parents ? maybe someone else's parents knew his parents, recognized the name and "i'm so sorry for your loss...."

now his personality? he seems like a typical guy. he keeps to himself most of the time. since he's on a mission to find information he won't be afraid to use someone to get what he wants. if you get in his way he'll find a way around you or a way to move you. simple as that.

WANTED CONNECTIONS ;

roomies - todd and his roommate soon become acquaintances but it’s open for pretty much anything ? todd doesn’t truat anyone so maybe they sOMehow gain his trust and he lets them help find clues or information ? idk lets talk omg

use me - they’re friends but then again they’re not. lovers? yes and no. either way, the sex is great and when either is feeling stressed or sad or whatever the feeling, they text / call each other up and “my place or yours?”

you knew my parents ...?! ( this could potentially include multiple muses !! ) - todd is only here by chance and he is desperate to know who his parents were. one would think finding information would be hard, but the minute he mutters “tenner.” at check-in, some stranger places their hand on his back and whispers “i’m so sorry for your loss...”

okay !! so this is very general and informal i'm sorry if it wasn't clear ?? if you have any questions or anything of the sort please feel free to ask !! ask me anything pls ill spill my guts to you. also i may be adding more wanted connections over time so please click here just in case i add more mmmk. again, ( i’ll keep saying this ) i’m thrilled to be here h2gkmo

#hi i'm out rn rip but i will be home soon !!#oregonhq: ooc #this is super long btw

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pendragonfics · 6 years

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Rebel Loner Girl (& the Babysitter of The Year)

Paring: Steve Harrington/Reader

Tags: female reader, fluff, punk, you’re a loner, character development, family dynamics, dysfunctional family, past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler.

Summary: You thought it would be a simple drop off for your sister to go to the Snow Ball, but when you have two options,

a) sit in the car and read Will Buyers' Spider-Man comics, or b) catch a ride anywhere else with Steve Harrington

--it's kind of obvious which one you'll go for.

Word Count: 2,330

Current Date: 2017-11-16

Your dad didn’t want to do it alone. But then again, Chief Hopper was a man who never really got it his way, anyways. But you went along with it. Helped your newfound sister to look pretty, pick out a dress, and look decent enough to go to the Snow Ball. You remember when you were that young – heck, you’d almost skipped it, except that your dad all but made you go. So, after making El look presentable, you got into the car with your dad, and heard all the ground rules for her to follow for the dance.

“Remember, you’re going to school here next year, so you can make friends then.” He tells her, looking in the rear-view mirror of the police truck. “And don’t get too close to boys – Mike in particular.”

“Dad,” you groan, rolling your eyes.

El nods. “Yeah, Dad,” she joins in. “I won’t be stupid.”

He harrumphs at that, but reluctantly agrees. Soon enough, you make it to the school, and while you take a picture of your sister half-heartedly smiling, and usher her inside, you see as your dad gravitates to where Mrs. Buyers is by her car. But when El is inside the middle school’s gym, you see that your dad is nowhere near the car, and the keys, unlike usually, aren’t left in the ignition.

“Uh, sorry,” you walk over to where he’s talking with Mrs. Buyers, sharing a cigarette. “Aren’t we going home? I have a paper I’m working on for biology.”

Mrs. Buyers gives your dad a look. “Jim, I thought you told her.” She half-scolds.

You square your jaw, crossing your arms. “Did you change plans without telling me?”

He flicks the butt of the cigarette onto the asphalt of the school parking lot, and crushes it under his boot. “Yeah, but I told you, last night, after dinner. You said, yes dad.”

You stare at him. “I thought you were telling me to clean up the dishes!”

Joy gives his arm a small thwack. “If you want, I think Will has one of his comic books in the back of my car, something like, uh, Spider-Man?”

You shake your head, shoving your hands into your jeans pockets. “Um, no thanks, Mrs. Buyers, I’ve already read those.” You look to your Dad, “Not cool,” you add. But just then, when you look across the parking lot, you see a familiar face. “I’m taking off. Bye!”

You wave a hasty goodbye to the adults, and book it across to where you see Steve Harrington with his fancy BWM. He’s dropping off Dustin Henderson, one of El’s friends, and before he can drive away, you place a hand on the bonnet, and probably scare the guy half to death.

“I need a lift.”

He raises an eyebrow at your beat-up jeans and wild hair. “I just finished being chauffer, Hopper,” he says, and after a beat, adds, “C’mon, get in. Where to?”

You don’t waste a second, practically racing to get to the empty left-hand side of the car. “Anywhere but here, Harrington,” you roll your eyes, “Are you picking up Dustin after, or was that just…”

He shakes his head. “Yeah, I’m doing his Mom a solid.” He puts the car into gear, and starts driving off. “And ‘anywhere’?” He asks, “What are you, some kind of rebel loner girl?”

You shrug, sitting lower in the seat so your knees touch the dashboard. “I don’t know. You tell me, demo-dog bait boy.” You glance over to the driver, and your classmate, and add, “Not going to lie, the last week? Hectic as hell. You really helped us with that shit, dickbrain.”

He laughs. “I’m the dickbrain?”

You nod. “Yeah.” Out the window, you see a sign for the local cafe, and point it out. “Turn here. I think I have twenty dollars and a need for terrible diner food.” You grin, and add, “My dad can’t cook for shit.”

Steve turns the car into the parking lot, and getting out, you realise the gravity of the situation. You, freak beyond compare, are hanging out with Steve Harrington, the Hawkins’s own Mr. Popular, at a diner while the kids are dancing to the MTV hits. But you don’t freak out over it. He might have just been ditched by Nancy Wheeler, and you’re you and the only person you’ve been with was Danny Welch in fourth grade, when he kissed you.

But before the pair of you walk into the diner, you stop him. “I just want to apologise for calling you dickbrain, Harrington. You’re not half bad, especially with the kids. You did, uh, some good.” You find it hard to compliment the guy you’ve just been laying it on thick to, and coughing into your fist, you add, “C’mon. I want waffles.”

You don’t see it, but Steve’s smiling. Well, not face-to-face, but you do, in the reflection of the diner’s glass door. But you don’t comment on it. Instead, you order waffles, and a tall vanilla milkshake and the same for Steve, before he can object. You select the booth, and you sit, pushing your sneakers on the seat opposite, beside Steve. He looks at the scuffed Converse shoes, and sits quietly for a second, car keys still in his hands, a band aid (not rainbow) on his forehead.

“I don’t get it, Hopper. You’re fine when your Dad and the kids are around, but when we’re alone, you’re moody, like at school.” He crosses his arms, “I don’t get it. You’re a funny person, __________. What changed?”

The waitress brings over two shakes, and two plates of waffles, with little bottles of maple syrup on the side, and silently, slides them in front of you both. You wait until she’s out of earshot, and making sure that nobody is prying, take a deep breath.

“He’s not my Dad.” You tell Steve.

He raises an eyebrow. “Wait, I thought you were, like, his daughter’s twin or something –,”

You laugh. “I’m the product of a drug addict and a shitty mother,” you grin, and tuck into your waffle, and with a mouthful, add, “I was in the foster system, years and years,” you swallow, and add, “I’m trailer park trash by birth.” And you’re the town’s resident rich kid.

He shakes his head. “Yeah, but you kicked ass, like, majorly. You took out at least three demo-dogs with your machete. Doesn’t matter that you’re adopted, you’re still awesome. Hell, bad to the bone.”

You crack a grin at that. “Not too bad yourself, Harrington.”

Steve’s got a mouthful now, and he says, “Can you teach me sometime that move you make, with the machete, when you,” he motions with his fork a figure-eight swinging motion, flicking syrup onto your shirt, “It’s epic. Where’d you learn it?”

You waggle your eyebrows. “My own design. Awesome, right?”

By the time the end of the Snow Ball rolls around, and the end of your waffles and shake, you’re back in the Hawkins Middle School’s parking lot with Steve Harrington, just in time for him to take Dustin home, and for you to get a ride home with your Dad and El, and hear all about it from her. But before you jet, you turn to him in the driver’s seat.

“Sorry I had a cow earlier,” you look at your hands, unable to hold his gaze, and add, “I guess shitty childhood equals shitty teenager.” You laugh. “It’s good that we could hang out, you know, when the world isn’t ending, for once?”

He nods. “Yeah, it was great.” There’s a noise outside, and the pair of you see the doors open, and tons of kids stream out from the school. “Maybe we could hang out again sometime?”

You pause. “Like, with other kids from school…?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, with you.”

There’s a knocking on the car window, and you turn to see Dustin Henderson. His hair obviously has product in it, styling those curls a million times bigger, and he has a big smile on his face, showing off his new set of teeth. Before you can blink, or even tell him to stop pressing his face into the glass and to let you leave the car, he cries out, “Steve! You got a date with __________! Guys, I told you!”

You and Steve both shake your heads, but you pipe up, “Yeah, a date, har-har,” you laugh it off, and turning to Steve, you peck his cheek with a quick kiss, and add, “Yeah, I think it was. Why don’t you call sometime? I’d like that.”

As you leave, you go to your sister, and hear all about her night. But back in the car, Dustin’s already buckled in, and on the edge of his seat to hear more about what he just heard.

“So?” Dustin asks. “She’s so scary, but cool.”

Steve smiles to himself. “Yeah, she is,” he turns the key in the car. “C’mon, Henderson, let’s get you home.”

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It’s about a week later, and for once, when 5:15PM rolls around, there’s the sound of tyres on the gravel driveway, and you and El race out to see your Dad pull into the yard of the house you all live in. It’s a rental, nice, a little squishy, but you don’t have to share a bedroom (a relic of your childhood as a foster-system kid), so it’s great. And it’s even greater, because coming into the house where you’re still watching the show M*A*S*H*, is the scent of takeout pizza, and soda.

“You got cheese?” El asks, whisking the pizza box out of his hands, and into hers, “Yes! Best night ever!” She carries it to the lounge room, and begins eating it while sitting on the shag carpet.

You look to your dad, who hands you the soda, and tosses his keys into the dish by the door. “It’s been a busy couple of weeks since we got Will back,” he says, kicking off his boots, “We haven’t gotten to talk much.”

You shrug, carrying to soda to the kitchen to grab tumblers to drink from. “We talk enough, Dad,” you whine, “you know about my grades, and my friends. Oh, Mrs. Gillespie called by earlier, she brought a basket of her oranges to say thank you. I didn’t get what for, though…”

Your Dad, the amazing Chief Hopper puts a hand on your shoulder, interrupting your train of thought. “I didn’t mean that kind of talk, Pebbles,” he puts his gun and badge in the safe under the sink (a design so you two kids don’t shoot each other, as well as kept where he can use them), and a hand on your shoulder. “I meant with you. You hear all about the crap that happens at my work, I’d like to hear about yours. Any new friends, or boys?” El laughs at a joke Klinger made on the TV in the next room, and you’re silent. He adds, “What happened with you the night of the Snow Ball with you and John’s kid, Steve?”

You make an exasperated noise. “Geez, pushy, much?” you complain.

Gathering the tumblers, take the soda to the loungeroom to grab what pizza you can before your sister devours the whole thing by herself. But instead of avoiding the topic, when you hand El her glass of soda pop, she pipes up, “Dustin told Mike and Mike told me that Dustin said he saw you kiss Steve Harrington,” she parrots something out of the mouth of some prep, and adds, “He’s cool.”

Your Dad raises an eyebrow. “You kissed this kid?” He pushes a hand into his hairline, making it look like it’s receding even more. “Can’t believe my girls are growing up…do I need to give you the talk?”

You blanch. “Ew, no!”

As if on cue, the telephone on the wall rings, and grateful for an interruption, you take your slice of cheese pizza away from the conversation about your private life to the landline. “Hey, this is the Hopper house,” you say.

“__________, it’s Steve, from, uh, school. Harrington.” he stammers, and you hear him groan on his end of the line. You glance around the corner, and see the advertisements between the television show playing, speaking about the politics going on in Washington D.C. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

You laugh. “No, you’re not interrupting,” you say, taking a bite of your slice of pizza, “What’s up? Don’t tell me. You want me to come on a secret mission to get all the Hawkins’ Middle School kids to know about that kiss.” Before he can say a word, you add, “It’s cool, don’t sweat it. I just don’t want people calling me a bimbette because you just broke up with Nancy.”

“Who cares what they think,” he says, “I liked it.”

You still, “Even though I’m a freak?” you ask.

There’s a small chuckle. “Freak or not, you’re still the bomb. If you’re not busy next Saturday, I got tickets to a drive-in movie, the new Star Wars? If you can’t, I get it –,”

“– sure, I’m free,” you pipe in, “Pick me up at five. I’ll bring pretzels, you bring soda. It’s so overpriced at the place,” you all but interrupt the guy, “Uh, see you at school?”

He agrees, and after saying goodbye, you hang the phone up. But it’s then you turn to see your Dad and little sister standing there, watching you adamantly from where the kitchen linoleum meets the loungeroom shag carpet. El’s hardly keeping her amused, yet excited smile from her face. Your Dad’s got his curious worry lines deepening by the second.

“Was that your boyfriend?” El asks.

You don’t groan. You don’t kick a fit. You don’t flip off your adopted family, you don’t lie. Instead –

“I’ve got a date with Steve Harrington,” you whisper. “Next Saturday.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington/reader #steve harrington stranger things x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine #chaotic--lovely #pendragonfics #Female reader

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chronicbatfictioner · 6 years

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Theater of the Soul - Chapter 9

Bright red. He saw flashes of red. Most things around his world were red. His blanket is red, he knew. Not a blanket, really; but once upon a time, it was red. His shirt was red - he thought. Whatever color it was today, he was quite sure it was red. Probably some time when he'd acquired it from the trash can, before the dirt and grime from the street stained it.

There was a red-breasted birdy in his pocket. There was once a little bird in his life. Both were gone, and he did not know where they went. But he was quite sure that it had been his fault. Everything were his fault. He was not strong enough. He wouldn't follow orders. He wasn't smart enough..

Thoughts jumbled to and fro in his brain today. There have been too many noises around that had disrupted his day. He hated the loud noises - police cars passing by, voices screeching somewhere in the distance, bangings of god knows what. He'd been keeping himself safe, under the blanket. Things can go by over the blanket and he would be okay.

There were noises of people talking near him. They sounded like they were under water. Or maybe he was the one under water.

He could hear the person calling him, thinking that the voice had come from the person he usually shared his space with - the one with the little kid. He peeked out from under the blanket, and immediately focused on the male voice. He recognized the male's form, curly hair, brown skin, kind hazel eyes. There were other forms that were mere human-shaped blurs in his eyes.

One of the blurs knelt in front of him. There was something about it that didn't scream 'danger' to him, and he waited. The blur showed him something. Something in a rectangle it was holding in its hand. Something with long, soft, flowy red hair.

Something that felt like home.

He tentatively reached for it.

Surprisingly, the old man was right. Just a few corners from the Art Districts, Tim noticed a few lumps of... something? someone? -- covered in tarps. On impulse, he approached the reddish colored one and tapped the foot area. Or at least the spot he thought where a foot would be.

Somebody else called out, "hey, don't bug him!"

Tim startled a little, but then noticed that the guy calling out to him was only a kid around his age, with a messy afro and brown skin, wearing several layers of clothes and probably pants, too - likely to make himself look bigger. "Hi," Tim greeted him politely, and noticed Helena a safe distance away behind the guy. "I'm not planning to bug him. Can you... have you seen this guy?" he offered Jason's photo again.

The boy studied the photo for a moment and then snorted. "Can't believe that's him... but yeah, he's the Red Hoodie kid." he pointed to the red tarp. "But you don't wanna bug him, really. He gets vicious." he added.

"Why?" Tim was more startled at the meekness of his own voice. "He's... he's my brother... Is he okay?"

The boy looked only slightly skeptical before he shrugged. "Not really. He was like that when he got here. Snorted some bad drug, prolly. But he ain't hurtin' us and gets vicious when people nag us." he said proudly. "Up all night to watch out for us and sleeps all day while we watch out for him."

"Who's we?" Tim asked curiously.

"Me and my lil sis. He did good by us."

Tim studied the boy, seriously couldn't be much older than Tim. "Are you here with your folks?" Tim asked carefully.

Maybe it was because Tim was as young as he was, maybe he didn't notice Helena loitering nearby, but the boy seemed relaxed. "Naah, our mom got busted coupla months ago for hooking. No dad, ever. She'll be outta jail next week and we're good. Red's been lookin' out for us." he said, adding, "He your brother?"

"Where do you live, usually?"

"Compton, baybeeh. But don't sweat it, buddy. We been on the street before. Mom was hookin' 'cause she was lookin' for some cash for food. She got fired, y'see." he explained. "I'm Danny."

"I'm Tim," Tim accepted the extended hand. "Where's your sister now?"

"At Hope, they have a daycare there."

Tim definitely gulped, silently hoping that the boy meant the sister was working there instead of being cared for in there. "How old is your sister?" he croaked, inwardly cringing at the obviously illogical thought: if the sister was working, the boy wouldn't need to be on the streets now, would he?

"Four. She's not like, really my sister. Just like, half sister, right? But her dad is an asshole and got himself killed in a drive-by and my momma gotta support her and me. She got fired from her school - she was a teacher, see. Not that it paid much, but without it, she's got nothin'." he shrugged. "What's your deal, man?"

"I..." Tim hesitated, looking at the lump that was supposed to be Jason. "I'm looking for my brother. We're... not related. But we're both adopted. And he... I guess he was angry when I got adopted, too, he thought I was there to replace him." he explained, deciding as he went to give just about 75% of the truth, "he ran away. Our dad's been looking for him, and I finally decided to come here with a family friend. I was hoping I'd get a better luck..."

"Lucky," the boy - Danny- said. "I'm too old to get fostered and would end up in a group home. My sis could end up at some random pedo's house." he shrugged. "But anyway, mom'll be out next week, anyway. He's been helping me get some cash for the bus fare to county jail. So we're good. --hey Red! Somebody's here to see you."

The bundle shuffled, and the head part finally uncovered itself, showing a bush of jet black hair and a white streak on the bangs. Tim almost thought it was not Jason, until the guy opened his eyes.

And Tim swore he would never be able to forget those eyes. In spite of both their eyes being blue, Tim's were more indigo whereas Jason's were more turquoise. Thanks to his camera, Tim also knew that there was a little imperfection in Jason's right eye, a fleck of hazel among the blue-greens.

He was more alarmed at the blankness of the eyes, though, although he knew that behind the scruffy beard, the guy was definitely Jason. A lot bigger than the last time he saw him, but still Jason.

"Jason?" he called out tentatively, surprisingly calmly considering he wanted to yell and jump and maybe high-five Helena or something. "Would he run...?" he asked Danny carefully. Jason was still staring at him blankly.

"Naah, he knows he's safe here. We look after our own, right, Red?" Danny replied. But there was a note of pensiveness that was audible enough to make Tim turn and look at him.

"You're scared that I'm gonna take him away and leave you and your sister unprotected." Tim hypothesized.

Danny gave him a nervous laugh. "We'll get by. Just a week, right? At least he'll get healthcare or something."

Tim finally met Helena's eyes. "No, it's not right." Tim said. "Can you do something? If not, I'd rather have them in Bruce's place." he asked Helena. He noticed that at the mention of 'Bruce', Jason's eyes started to blink rapidly.

Helena sighed. "You know what? Why don't I go get my car and we'll think about this later..." she said. "I got the feeling that you're just like daddy, Tim... you can't just let something like this pass."

"Absolutely not. Hey, Danny, how far is Hope daycare?" Tim asked, deciding something in his mind.

"Not far, why?"

"Right. Here's the thing. Jason trusts you, and he probably doesn't remember me - he's been gone for over a year, after all. I've probably physically changed than the one he remembered. Miss Helena here will go grab her car, and then you'll help me load Jason into the car, and then we'll go to where I'm staying." Tim said. "You and your sister can come, too, and you can stay there with me until your mom gets out of jail. Or, maybe with Helena. I don't know yet. I'll figure something out on the way and set something up. I'm not gonna leave you here on the streets alone."

Danny glared at Tim contemplatively for a good long while with one crooked eyebrow, as if trying to decide if Tim was nuts or lying.

"I'm not nuts, I'm not lying. Helena, please? The soonest we can get Jason out of the streets the better." Tim prompted as he pulled out his cellphone and called Barbara. "Babs? I found him." he said immediately as soon as Barbara picked up the phone.

"Tim, you're a magic worker, I swear. Can I talk to him?" Barbara replied, the relief in her voice palpable.

"I'm putting you on video call. Maybe he'll recognize you."

"Recog-- wait, what?"

Tim predicted that Jason would react strongly to Barbara's face, and he did. Jason's eyes began to tear up as he saw Barbara's face in the phone. He reached for it, and Tim handed it over, watching as Jason cradled the phone in his hands. Barbara reacted just as Tim hoped, she continued talking to Jason - saying whatever it was in her mind, probably, that calmed Jason.

While Jason continued cradling the phone in his hands and looked blankly at Barbara's face, Tim turned to Danny and Helena expectantly. "You guys have a problem with my other plans?"

Helena smirked fiendishly. "Tim, buddy, at this point in my life, if your plans include the invasion of Normandy, I'm just gonna start rolling my sleeves and pack an overnight bag."

#Jason Todd #Tim Drake #JayTim #helena bertinelli #OC #SoulTheater!AU #BatFam #barbara gordon

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