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deluluass · 3 years

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Red, like blood. Blue, like love.

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; bullying; soulmates au

Prompt: 88 & 183

There’s someone for everyone, you’d learned growing up.

"Remember, blue means happy," your mother would say. "The happiest you'll ever be.”

She liked reminding you about this fact— for it is an indisputable truth, every so often when she could still carry you. You’d be hugged from the back, as she recounted stories of first meetings, serendipitous and life changing in their nature; belonging to those who’ve lived long before you, sometimes even those who’ve only lived in tales.

Mostly, your mother loved telling those involving the people she knew. And if you’ve behaved properly, she would tell you about hers.

Tracing your palm, starting from the forked lines to the dashed ones on your fingers, she’d say, “These would start to glow like stars.”

“That’s weird!” you’d burst out, shrieking a laughter as she tickled you.

“Listen carefully,” she chastised. “Blue is for your soulmate, okay?”

And you’d repeat: Blue is for my soulmate.

“Then, mama,” you tugged at her sleeves, “What if it’s really, really bright red! Like! Bloody glow sticks! Say, mama, you see, everyone at the park was talking about the man who died because he touched someone and his hand became bright re— ”

You never brought that up again. What your mother said about it had been enough to never make you forget.

“Tell me if you get red,” she said firmly, clutching your arms as if she feared someone would snatch you away from her. “Red is bad, my heart. Red means run.”

It hadn’t nearly been as gruesome as your mother made it out to be.

Case in point, when you turned twelve the couple three houses down your street found out, shortly after their honeymoon, that their palms gleamed a fierce red once they clasped each other’s hands in front of the neighborhood aunties.

Their marriage ended with a swift and ordinary divorce, a year or so later.

Red: Not just an ominous warning for homicide, then. That was a relief, you’d thought.

Contrary to how your mother framed it, you were thankful, actually. It helped some of your friends escape from potentially hellish relationships. How lucky is it that you lived in a reality where the universe seemed exceedingly benevolent. Though, you sometimes have to question if that generosity extended to everyone.

Fat lot of good it did for you.

Because, from where you’re standing, it doesn’t have to take some arbitrary and unsolvable scientific mystery to heed that Oikawa Tooru must be avoided like the plague.

Any person in your shoes would be conditioned to do exactly that.

You’d first met in Elementary. You thought he was the prettiest kid you’d ever seen, with chestnut curls and doe eyes and lashes that swept past his cheeks, and when you’d asked for a hand shake he’d called you “the ugliest girl I’ve ever seen” and “fart face.”

Recess and lunch were when he’s most fearsome. Spiky burdocks slapped on the collar of your dress; dead lizards in your food; the boy was determined. The worst part was that it always happened when no one was looking. And if someone were, it was his best friend. So when you finally told on him to your mom, both your teacher and the principal simply judged Oikawa as the victim of an attention deprived child.

“Please discipline your daughter,” they told her. “We are all aware of your situation at home, but do ensure that she’s not getting out of control.”

You couldn’t even muster up the strength to defend yourself. In that moment all you could do was swear that you’d never allow anyone to talk to your mother in that way again.

You moved out of that school.

You didn’t wait for your palms to flash a warning signal because, somehow, you knew that boys who discover early that they could get away with anything cannot get any better.

There’d been no way to be sure of that until Aoba Johsai— after a peaceful interim of no Oikawa; no red palm lines (and no blue ones, either).

The proof hit you in the face. Literally.

“Oi, Shittykawa!”

Heat permeated from your nostrils as you patted your cheek, detached and staring back at the large gymnasium.

“You hit someone!”

How unlucky did a person have to be to bleed right on the first day of classes?

You tried to lean forward. “It’s okay,” you slurred nasally, pinching your nose and averting your embarrassed gaze from the boy kneeling next to you.

“Trashykawa! You better hurry and apologize!”

“Don’t be mad, Iwa-chan,” that disgustingly saccharine voice came from behind you, making you flinch, as if the years you’d spent apart had done nothing to purge it out of your system.

In all honesty, you hadn’t really cared for whoever was responsible for the ball that careened all the way to where you were standing, so sure that it had to be an accident. No one in their right mind would want to injure someone they barely knew, especially if said someone is a couple of feet away from you.

Morally and athletically, it should’ve been improbable. But then you saw who did it and everything made perfect sense.

Iwa-chan. The boy beside you. Iwaizumi Hajime.

If he’s here, then—

“You,” he whispered.

“Eh?! Gosh, I’m so sorry!” Oikawa Tooru gasped. “You’re bleeding.”

Time is cruel. It wears down on you, tears you and molds you into something you can’t even recognize, if it decides to. (Fate, more so). You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or laugh, looking at him. If the universe were so benevolent, then perhaps Oikawa Tooru had received all of its favor.

He was beautiful. You’d known this before, but with all the baby fat replaced with sharp yet slender angles, figure lean and imposing even when he’d lowered himself to meet your eyes, Oikawa didn’t seem real.

“I did hit someone, didn’t I?” he pouted, wiping the dried blood atop your lip. “And such a pretty girl, too.”

That volleyball existed should’ve made life better for you. It didn’t. If anything, it seemed that out of the court, when he’s not taking names and being praised like a god, you were his little pastime. Something fun to take his mind off whatever it is he thinks about it.

The mocking comments, you could handle; every time you’d recite and he’ll interject with something playful and then the entire class would laugh (because he’s Oikawa) and your professor would reprimand him but you could always tell that they, too, are holding in a giggle.

Those were easy to bear, because although his insults hit way too close to home, it’s just— it’s just so petty.

Really, it’s the aftermath that does the damage.

“They’re like Christmas lights under your skin!”

This topic pops up every month or so. Most people your age can be lucky enough to meet their soulmate this early.

“And it’s the most awesome feeling in the world,” your classmate sighed. “When we touched hands? Man. We just- we glowed.”

Then, the others would poke fun, faking a gagged expression, but they’d always ask afterwards, “What happened next?” And everytime, you’d watch from the sidelines. Like an uninvited audience.

You tried being a part of it once, wanting to share about the time your close friend met her soulmate. But all you’d gotten were side eyes and titters, as if they were laughing about a joke only you didn’t know about.

“They’re so mean to you.”

You groaned.

Oikawa was seated behind you, resting his head against his elbow. Everyone was too busy talking about blue lights and destined souls to notice what’s happening at the back of the room.

He continued, “Not including you in conversations, treating you like an outsider.”

You didn’t bite, focusing on the opened book in front of you.

“Must be lonely, having no one.”

“Oikawa,” you muttered under your breath. “I don’t have the energy for this.”

The silence that came after that was unexpected. You were sure it would be short lived; he’s just gearing up for more. He usually went at it until you’d have no choice but to physically remove yourself from his presence. You’d thought once that that may be why he does this so much. Maybe he still thought you were the “ugliest girl” he’s ever met and he wants you out of his sight. Because Oikawa’s infantile like that.

But the silence stayed, accompanied by the background noise of eager conversations; lingering some more as white, fluffy clouds passed by the glass windows.

When he broke it, all Oikawa said was, “Soulmates, huh.”

You felt a finger touch your back, drawing the barest of lines over your uniform. He removed them just before you could stand up and leave.

You disliked those moments with him.

You disliked him especially when he played.

Oikawa’s a monster, be it in volleyball or with you. There are times, though, that you’d notice some things that you think you’re not meant to see. Like after a serve— its impact booming throughout the court, he’d have this puzzling expression on his face.

It looked like....anger.

He scored a point, right? Everyone’s cheering for him, aren’t they? Wait, didn’t they win?

You thought maybe it’s the adrenaline making him nastier than usual, but sometimes you’d pass by the gym when he happens to be alone. And that anger is still there, punctuated by the sound of the ball exploding against the floor. Jump. Hit. Spike. Jump. Hit. Spike. He’d do it, again and again and again.

As if he’s trying to grasp something even he cannot reach.

Those instances should’ve taught you that the best thing to do is look away.

That’s what you should’ve done. Look away.

They lost the Interhigh tournament.

You knew this not because you’d watched, but because for one day, Oikawa Tooru wasn’t your bully.

The derision was replaced by sulking. He didn’t speak for the entire period. The funniest thing about it was that everyone kept staring at you. Like somehow you’d been the cause of this, when all of them were lamenting the loss just as much as the team itself.

What was supposed to be a reason for celebration suddenly became a crime that you had to explain for.

“Great,” you grumbled to yourself. “One time I don’t have a target on my back, now I’m the bad guy.”

Trash bag in hand, the scraps inside rattled against each other as you stomped to the recycling bin, both sleeves of your P.E jacket folded up to the elbows. You affected a tone, choosing to mock the grating way some of classmates talked:

“Oh, hey, if it’s not too much,” you began. “Can you please be his punching bag again? If you will, can you relieve our superstar’s burdens? By, I don’t know, alluring him into walking all over you? Like the good old days! Please, oh please? We rely on you, oh Great Punching Bag! We Beseech thee, oh Esteemed Doormat! We compel— dude, what the fuck?!”

Crumpled papers and steel and tin cans rolled to the ground. You didn’t pick them up, like you should’ve; you left it there, trash bag lying open, and grabbed the ball that whisked mere inches from your face.

This time you’re not making the same mistake. The asshole is more than capable of suspending what little morals he has, just to hurt someone he barely knew. As well as athletically adept (an understatement, that) at hitting a walking target; or not hitting it, in this case.

You stormed the almost empty gym. Oikawa is a ray of sunshine, greeting you with that smile. It makes you want to punch him.

“What is wrong with you?” you spat.

He chuckled. “Whoops. Sorry!”

“I’m not having this-” you shoved the ball to his stomach. He didn’t even blink. “This isn’t gonna slide anymore, Oikawa.”

Wide grin still in place, he took it from your hands with his much larger ones and said, “Wow, you’re actually mad this time. ”

Then, he added, “I didn’t mean it! Honest!”

Must be nice, you thought with a scowl, to be him. Anyone can be sincere if they look anything like Oikawa.

“Sure. Fine. No, actually,” you glowered. “You know what?”

“Hm?” He tilted his head. Oikawa tilted his pretty little head.

You seethed. “I get it. You lost. That doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me. I mean, what did I ever do to you, Oikawa? I have-” you exhaled, surprised by the break in your voice.

“I haven’t done anything to you. We stopped being kids a long time ago. That shit you pull should’ve ended by now. We’ve grown.” You jabbed his chest. “But I see that maybe not all of us have.”

His pleased expression hadn’t dropped. “Ouch,” Oikawa grimaced, glancing amusedly at the place you’d touched. “How mean.”

This isn’t going anywhere.

You don’t know why it took you this long to realize this, as you shifted your gaze away from him, noticing the gashes on the floor that tear the surface like scars that never healed. That must’ve been because of him, with the amount of practice he does.

“It won’t be enough, won’t it, Oikawa?” you whispered. “Not for you.”

The smile that’s been there since you arrived tensed, straining at the corners of his lips.

“Yeah, I’ve been told,” he beamed.

He was bathing in his own sweat, seeping through his shirt and matting his hair to his face, and he looks— Oikawa looked tired. His eyes were sunken in, too. Did he even sleep?

You’re so used to seeing him not a hair out of place, with a sweet scent that you amusedly thought lures his gaggle of admirers into following him everywhere. It takes you aback, honestly. Particularly the wobble in his step as he bent and squeezed his knee with shaky fingers.

You don’t think he’s aware he’s doing it in front of you.

Then, just like that, everything seemed to have added up.

“You’ll never be happy,” you said.

You should’ve stopped there. You should’ve left. Instead, you looked him in those brown eyes, the warm hue becoming a lot colder as he moved closer.

Oikawa sneered. “And what do you know, huh?”

(Go. Leave.)

“Nothing,” you told him. “I don’t- I don’t know. Because, I don’t get it.”

(Shut up. Shut up.)

“Why you try any harder, I don’t know. Win or lose, it’s all the same. You’re still the same. You’re still awful and annoying and- and still you.” You laughed, unsure why you’re running your mouth like this.

“Win or lose. Oikawa is still Oikawa,” you breathed in. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

His teammates must’ve gone somewhere. For lunch, maybe, you thought as you eyed the abandoned bottles and used towels scattered around the court. “Besides,” you huffed, not without a twinge of envy. “They’ll all still love you, either way.”

Everything went still for a while, and you’d just realized what you’d just said.

“What about you?”

You looked back at him.

“What?”

He tipped his chin. You stepped backwards.

He brushed your wrist.

“Don’t touch me,” you hissed, but he only smiled and wrapped his entire hand around it.

Oikawa had been your first bully. Before you could even comprehend what that meant, Oikawa had been the source of your mother’s worries whenever she parted with you at the school gates. It is funny, thinking about it, for letting this boy affect you despite making an effort to stay away the first time.

But it is only now— now that he has a firm hold on you, gentle yet smothering— that you truly feared Oikawa Tooru.

It rattled your breath, squeezing your heart and refusing air to pass through your lungs, as you felt a shock zap through you. And apparently through him as well.

You broke away from each out with a cry.

Your hand was burning. That’s the only explanation for it. Your hand was burning and any moment now smoke will diffuse from the pores.

You waited. Any moment now. But the more you stared at it the more tiny spots of flames sparked under your skin, bursting along the palm lines— first, the forked ones; then, the dashed lines— glaring back at you, glowing brighter, blotting and spreading until they mapped your palms then your entire hands like constellations.

“Red is bad, my heart,” your mother said. “Red means run.”

“I knew it,” you scoffed, shaking your head.

Well, it’s not as if this is news to you.

“What about that, Oikawa?” You put both your radiating hands in the air. “The universe is telling us, you and I? We just don’t—”

Why are you crying?

Why is Oikawa crying?

“I knew it,” he croaked.

Your mother made the red light sound so horrifying for a reason.

There has to be a reason, too, why the universe is warning you so late into your life. You’d actually ran before. And when you thought it a waste of money, you chose to stay and not fight back; thinking that his punches have become less severe, degraded into verbal taunts that induce social exclusion at most; that, certainly, red doesn’t forbode something as bad as murder, right?

Well, what now? You were wrong, after all. This time you have a feeling that you actually need to hide.

Because Oikawa’s looking at you like you’re the last two people left in this Earth.

Just you and him. Without any need for anybody else.

You didn’t breathe, attempting to bolt despite the overwhelming need to throw up right where you're standing. He stepped closer, faster than you’d liked, and touched your face, caressing your cheek up to your aching temple.

“You should really stop trying to run away,” he said, voice low as if he’s sharing a secret. “I’ll always find you, you know?”

You didn’t have to look to know. Even if you closed your eyes, as well, you know it’s still going to be there; glowing in the darkness behind your eyelids.

“Me and you—” Oikawa sighed.

Listen carefully, your mother said.

“ —we have a connection that no one else will ever understand,” he said.

The light emitting from his hand was so harsh it hurt you, pricking your sight until it drew fat tears, reflecting against your damp face and tinting the fallen streaks with bright—

Blue means happy, she told you. The happiest you’ll ever be.

And you’d repeat: Blue. Blue is for—

“My soulmate," Oikawa said, before locking you in a deep, searing kiss.

The lights didn't die even as he dragged you into the storage room.

"Hey, where'd senpai go?"

The rest of the volleyball team came in droves, occupying the hollow court with their squeaking shoes and questions about Oikawa's whereabouts.

"Must've gone somewhere," you heard a deep voice say.

You could answer that question. All you had to do was scream. They weren't so far from the room that they wouldn't pick it up over the noise of their volleyball practice. Really, if you needed to, you could even outshout their guttural yells of "Nice kill!"

Though, you'd have to remove the underwear lodged in your mouth first.

Yours, in fact; soaked now by your own saliva, drool dripping to your chin as your wrists chafed against the rope that's keeping them tied at your back.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" You felt every sickening movement of Oikawa's lips against your throat. "Feels good when you- ah, fuck- when you give in."

With the cloth muting your shrill bawling, you tried your best to recall how you ended up here: seated on his lap as he sluggishly humped himself against you, his still glowing hands cupping your ass.

The only thing left on your body was your bra, and even that he's already lowered to let your tits spill over the top. Your pants and t-shirt and jacket are lying around somewhere. You couldn't determine where in particular; the only sources of light were behind you.

He was leaving imprints of blue all over your skin; around your waist as he slithered his hands to reach your breasts, scantily brushing over the hardened nipples and making you keel over.

"So sensitive," he tutted, smooching your neck so gently that even the underwear couldn't muffle your loud yelp when he suddenly bit into the flesh. Hard.

You wanted to claw his eyes out and call for help and you wanted badly to scream don't do that Oikawa someone please save me he's gonna kill me he's gonna kill me-

But the gag remained intact and the boys outside continued their game, ignorant that their precious captain is taking everything away from you.

Sharp canines bruised your skin, provoking a fresh batch of tears as he sucked and licked every after cruel bite.

Then, when you thought the worst had passed, he removed his mouth from your neck to spit onto your bare cunt, allowing it to slide from the hair on your mound to the nub sticking out in the middle.

(It is not enough that he is killing you. Oikawa must defile you, too.)

His fingers gripped the insides of your thighs open when you tried to shut them together. "Don't be a brat," he clicked his tongue.

"Be a nice little kitten for me," Oikawa drawled, smearing the slick that's soaking your folds against the spittle coating your clit.

You didn't notice when he'd taken his cock out, you only realize that he's about to enter you when he teased your entrance with it, pushing the tip to nudge the drenched hole, only to pull it back again.

And you didn't dare look. The feel of it almost stretching you out with just the head is already driving you to insipid begging.

"What'd you say, kitten?" he pouted.

Oikawa you've already taken too much is it never going to be enough Oikawa let me go.

"I can't understand you," he chuckled. "Here—"

He pulled the underwear out of your mouth as he thrust all the way inside, your back arching, driving him deeper, as his cock throbbed against your pussy walls.

"Now, what were you saying?"

You swallowed your cries and heaved and swore you were gonna tear his heart out after this.

"Say," he whispered, sniffing your wet panties without breaking his gaze. "If everyone saw us right now, how'd you think they'd react?"

It was so reverent, the way he did it, blue light revealing that he closed his eyes as he took a whiff, as if he hung onto your scent like a lifeline.

But you thought that'd been a calculated move, because as you dumbly stared at him, he immediately gyrated his hips under you, rocking back and forth ever so slowly, and you remembered that you had to keep quiet.

His cock was so big inside you, making you bite your lip as it filled you up, the curved tip hitting a spot that has you squirming in his embrace.

"At this point they'll know how much of a whore you are," he said, tangling his muscled arms around yours and anchoring you to his body. "Made just for me."

"Oika-Oikawa…"

You don't know this person.

"Help..me.."

You don't know who's speaking out and whimpering for Oikawa, on her knees and bouncing up and down on his lap with weak, quivering thighs.

It couldn't be you.

"Help you?" You felt him nuzzle your neck. "I thought you wanted me to stay away, though?"

Someone mewled out a pathetic, "N-no."

"No? Then what d'you want, kitten?"

(Oh. Oh, he feels so fucking good.)

Your belly has never felt this hot before and it's driving you crazy that you're chasing for something you cannot see and it feels so near but there's something, something that's keeping you from it that all you can do is grind your sopping cunt closer to him.

"Wanna- I wanna cum."

Oikawa kissed you on the forehead, and then he said, "Go ahead, then."

He released your arms.

Then, he's scooping cum off your pussy, making sure to drag his fingers under the lips, before circling your large, swelling clit. Then, he's sucking your tits and swirling his tongue around a nipple and you're so so close.

"That's it," Oikawa sighed. "Ride my cock, baby."

His rough palm slapped both your ass cheeks and the cry that erupted from you only made him laugh.

"Make yourself cum on my cock," he grunted, licking his smiling lips as he leaned back against the wall, hand idly rubbing your dripping clit. "You're making a mess, darling. Leaking like that."

You're quivering all over; your cunt is spasming and your legs are complaining beneath you, but you don't stop. You lift your hips and then sink your pussy down, down until you feel his balls touching your sore ass, the sloshing sound growing louder as you move faster.

You don't think about what this'll all mean later, what you're doing giving in to him, when you scream out his name. But as soon as you did, Oikawa's growl had been your only warning.

He grabbed the back of your head and kissed you, plunging his tongue into your throat, his strong arms pressing you so close to him you can no longer tell his skin from yours, his battering heartbeat from yours.

You didn't move—weren't allowed to, when he hammered his cock into you, pounding your cunt and fucking you raw until you're breathless and nothing but a shuddering wreck, splitting at the seams in his hands as you feel thick spurts of hot cum slide out of you.

"My pretty girl," came his hoarse whisper. "My pretty, pretty girl."

The lights have dimmed, when he cradled your shaking form and moved out of you, faint traces left on just the palm lines and fingertips.

They were flooded by the sudden brightness that enveloped the storage room.

"Holy shit."

You pressed your eyes close, your entire body prickling at Oikawa’s touch.

It shouldn't be surprising, at this point, that Oikawa, as quick as he'd stripped you off of everything, has already covered you back in your jacket. The smell of it striking you ruthlessly, that old cologne that you always use to school reminding you of who you were, before all this.

Had it only been a few hours? It felt like a lifetime ago.

"Ah," Oikawa murmured. "They caught us."

"Oikawa,” someone roared. Oikawa held you, hiding your face against his chest. “Why you son of a-"

"C-coach..! Stop- Oi, someone help me hold him- no, coach! "

You heard him chuckle. “Sorry about this, everyone.” He held up his hand and you had to keep yourself from sobbing. “But, look.”

There were several gasps.

(Everybody knows now.)

“You..and her?”

The boy who said that sounded so astonished, clearly overjoyed for some reason, that it revolted you.

“Mhm,” he nodded, a smile in his voice. “Now, can you guys please give us some privacy?”

Feet shuffled out of the room, along with stuttered apologies. They all left.

Except for one.

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa pouted.

“What did you do, Oikawa?”

A beat. Then, he repeated, “Iwa-chan.”

Please.

Iwaizumi didn’t say anything.

Please help me.

“Sure,” he grunted.

He was gone, too, after that.

You were back in the darkness, with nothing but the faltering red and blue on your hands and his, while he untied your wrists and kneaded the abrasion away, cooing sweet nothings to your ear.

“I hate you,” you rasped.

“Don’t say that.”

“I fucking hate you-”

“Please stop yelling-”

“I won’t ever forgive you, Oikawa!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he cried, shaking his head as he brushed your tear-stained cheeks with both thumbs. You clutched them, wanting him off you, but he only latched himself firmly into you. “We’re meant to be.”

“You’re the only one for me.”

Oikawa brought your numb hand to his face, pressing a kiss to your palm, the red light basking him in its soft glow.

“And I’m the only one for you,” he said, intertwining your fingers together.

The lights flickered in and out, at first, as you stared vacantly into it, the red and blue swallowing each other. Until they finally disappeared, leaving just you and him, curled against each other in the shadows.

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angelarmitage98 · 3 years

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Teen Wolf preferences...

How you meet: (Part 4)

Brett:

3rd person P.O.V:

You could see your best friend walking towards his old school's Lacrosse team as they got off the bus. 'Oh god' you thought "this isn't going to be good." you spoke out loud, concerned as to what Liam might do. You ran over to Liam as quick as you could. "Is everything ok Liam? You're not going to do something stupid are you?" You asked worried about his actions and the consequences that may come with it. "Don't worry, everything's fine." He said and you believed him, I mean he is your best friend after all. He started to march over to one of the team members and all of a sudden he came to a halt, yelling Brett and then carried on his stomping to get to him and even though he had a face full of anger he said: "I just wanted to say have a good game." To which Brett laughed in his face... 'Urghh, how rude' you thought. "That's cute Liam. Is that what they told you to say in your anger management? Apologise and everything will be alright." Liam stood there frozen, not knowing what to do as you stood behind him too stunned to even comprehend what he just said. "You demolished coaches car." Brett continued, "I paid for it!" Liam replied. "Yeah you're gonna pay for it, we're gonna break you in half out there, and it's gonna be all your fault." As Brett said this you could see Liam getting angrier by the second. Next thing you know Liam's being pulled away by Scott and Stiles but you decided to stay and give Brett a piece of your mind. "Who do you think you are?" you said with a face full of anger as Brett just stood with a sly smirk on his. "Brett, Brett Talbot and who are you sweetcheeks?" he replied. "Don't call me sweetcheeks, and I'm your worst nightmare bitch!" you more or less screamed in his face, feeling proud of yourself. "Oooh, feisty. I like it." Brett spoke, but you could tell he was trying to get under your skin. Yet you weren't about to let that happen. "How's this for fiesty arsehole?" and with that, you kneed him where the sun doesn't shine. Once you had done that you crouched beside him while he was doubled over in pain and whispered in his ear... "Listen here 'sweetcheeks' you do anything to hurt Liam or you know just anything out of line then I will grab your stupid werewolf arse and impale you to a tree... Next time, make sure you pick on someone your own size." Then you walked away with a new found confidence.

Theo:

Your P.O.V:

It's a nice sunny day so I decided it'd be fun to take my five-year-old nephew to the skate park to teach him how to ride. I know it's strange since he's only five but he's been trying to ride my skateboard since he could walk. "Ok Niklaus stand there, Auntie (Y/N) is going to show you something." I took a few steps back, placed the skateboard on the ground and proceeded to stand on it when all of a sudden I was knocked back off. All I can feel is pain shooting up my leg from my ankle. "Ow, my ankle..." I screeched since that's where I felt the most pain. "Oh my god, are you ok?" I heard someone say. "No, it's my ankle. It hurts so much." I replied trying to scream. "Ok, um... Just hold still." I heard the same person say, I looked up to see a gorgeous guy with a stunning smile crouching to pick me up. "I'm Theo, I'm going to take you to the hospital. Come on little man let's go get in the car ok." "Thank you, Theo, I'm (Y/N)."

*Five minutes later (during the car ride)*

"So, um... (Y/N) is this your son?" They asked me, and all I could do was laugh at him. Even though I've hurt my ankle because of this guy, I can't help but have these weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, and honestly, it's the most amazing feeling. He is the cutest person I have ever met, well apart from my nephew of course, but anyways seeing him so confused made me think he is so much cuter, even though I don't know how that's possible. "Why are you laughing?" Theo asked with his face still full of confusion. "Oh, sorry. It's just that's the funniest thing I've heard for a long time, but no, he's my nephew." I said making sure not to laugh because I didn't want him to think I was lying. I turned my head and looked towards him to see him looking extremely embarrassed. Then I turned my head back around and looked back out the window to see we have arrived at the hospital. Theo left the car, grabbing Nik from the backseat, closed the door and then came and got me from the front. He picked me up bridal style and carried me inside, he sat me down on the chairs and sat next to me alongside Nik.

*After being checked*

I eventually called to get checked after half an hour and now I've finally finished being checked by Mrs McCall. I walked back out into the waiting room to see Theo sat playing with Nik and the sight just made my heart melt. I walked towards them with a bit of a limp. As I arrived in front of them, Theo looks up at me and asks "Is everything ok?" "Yeah, just a sprained ankle but I should be fine," I replied. "Ready to go home Nik?" I asked. "Do we get to see mummy?" he asked. "Yeah kiddo we do," I told him and he started nodding his head vigorously eager to get home. "I can give you guys a ride." Theo chimed in. "That would be great, thank you," I replied with absolute gratefulness due to the fact I didn't have a clue as to how I would get home.

*Car ride to my house*

I gave Theo my address and we've been driving for the past ten minutes now when Theo spoke up. "So, umm, am I forgiven for busting your ankle?" "Well considering you made me laugh for the first time in quite a while then yes you are forgiven," I replied while chuckling a little. "Well, since I'm forgiven, I was wondering if I could get your phone number." He said with a cheesy little grin on his face. "Um, sure," I said just as we parked outside my house. We traded numbers and I then got out of the car and got Nik from the back seat. "Say bye to Theo, Nik." "Bye, bye Theo." "Cya Theo," I said. "I'll call you later and we can meet up sometime. I'll see you guys later. Bye." And with that, I walked up to my pathway and entered my house as I heard him drive away.

(So, I may have gotten a little carried away with Theo's and I'm extremely sorry. Kind of. But anyway, I'd like to say a huge thanks to yoitskats again for helping me with this concept. It is greatly appreciated and I adore you for all the help you have been giving me.)

Boyd:

His P.O.V:

I sat at the lunch table alone as per usual. I don't know why but for some reason no one seems to want to sit with me. Suddenly, I heard a tray drop beside me. "Hello, is it ok if I sit here?" I heard a girl say. I looked up to see the new girl stood next to me, I haven't really looked or spoken to her but from what I'm seeing now I must say she's absolutely stunning. "Oh, oh yeah. Feel free." I answered. "I'm (Y/N) by the way, and who are you may I ask?" Wow... She really wants a conversation. "I-I'm Veron Boyd, but most people call me Boyd and you can too,," I told her. "Great, so, I was wondering Boyd, what's this school like?" She asked me with curiosity lingering in her eyes. "Well, it's great I guess. You might prefer it more than I do." I answered honestly as I could. We spoke about ourselves for the next half an hour and then the bell rang for our next lesson. "Umm, maybe we can do this again sometime,," I said to her. "That sounds amazing, I'll make sure to be here same time tomorrow." She replied and from hearing her say what she just said makes me feel like life is definitely worth living. "Great, cya tomorrow," I told her, and in all honesty,y I can't wait for tomorrow, it is going to be great, I can just feel it.

(I couldn't really think of a good enough concept for a way for you to meet Boyd, he's not exactly a big character but I felt the need to add him even though I didn't have the biggest or the best idea for him.)

#teen wolf #x reader #beacon hills #preferences #vernon boyd #theo raeken #brett talbot

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Reunited: Chapter 6

July 31st 1991 was the day Harry Potter would get his Hogwarts letter, usually, one would be excited to wake up to a morning filled with birthday wishes, hugs, and kisses but that wasn't Harry, the only people he wanted to receive hugs, wishes, and kisses from weren't with him anymore. So instead of wanting praises, all he ever asked for is stories, to be more specific he asked for stories about Aurora and James Potter.

" HAPPY BIRTHDAY SQUIRT," Nymphadora yelled from the top of her lungs throwing herself on top of a sleeping Harry.

" Nymphadora Tonks, get off the poor boy!" Andromeda scolded as she held one red velvet cupcake with a lit candle.

" Don't call me that!" Nymphadora mumbled laying beside Harry who rubbed his eyes groggily sitting up from where he laid.

" Happy Birthday Harry!" Ted walked over to the boy ruffling his raven hair which he inherited from none other than Aurora Potter, Andromeda walked over to the two boys holding out the cupcake in front of Harry who chuckled amusingly.

" Make a wish," Andromeda said looking down at the messy-haired boy, Harry smiled brightly at his aunt as he fixed his circular glasses on his nose.

" I wish to hear all the stories about my mum and dad," Harry wished closing his eyes and blowing out the candle, it was no surprise when hearing Harry's wish the boy said it every year but it still and will always carve a hole in Andromeda's heart even if she doesn't show it.

" As you wish," Andromeda answered giving Harry his cupcake while taking a seat on the edge of his twin-sized bed, Ted followed Andromeda and sat on the opposite side all prepared to listen in on the story.

" I remember your mothers eleventh like it was yesterday, your mum and Cissy were extremely spoiled those girls lived like absolute princesses. Anyways your grandmother Druella planed a whole ball it was magnificent, the most beautiful ball I've been to. That morning I and aunt Bella got the honour or so my father said, well we got to give the girls their Hogwarts letters. Oh dear, I must have the picture somewhere! We walked into Auroras room finding her, Narcissa, Regulus, and Sirius all huddled up on the bed together, it was the funniest thing because Sirius somehow managed to get his toes close to Narcissa's mouth, she tended to sleep with her mouth open so it looked like she'd been eating his pale toes when we woke them u-," Andromeda began to tell her story which Harry greatly appreciated since he hasn't heard of the stories of his mum's life from age eleven and up, the brunette was interpreted by a loud pop.

" Master Potter! Happy Birthday," Kreacher squealed rushing up to Harry, ever since the incident when Aurora was 15 Kreacher has been a free elf, even though he had the gift to do whatever he pleased. He made an oath to himself that he would never leave Aurora to thank her for such kindness she gave him. The day Aurora passed, Kreacher made himself Harry's elf and ever since then Kreacher would only obey and listen to the young boy.

" Thanks, Kreacher but I've told you to call me Harry," he told Kreacher. At his words, the house-elf began to mumble apologies all while banging his head on the white coloured wall.

" Stop hitting yourself," Harry pointed his finger at the house-elf which made the scrawny elf immediately stop to look at the younger boy with teary eyes as he handed him a small velvet picture book.

" Kreacher knows how Mr Harry likes pictures of my dear old Mistress Aurora, Kreacher found a picture book in the Black manor for Mr Harry it has some pictures of Master James, as well as Mistress Aurora's friends!" Kreacher raised his voice jumping up and down which was very unlike him though he only ever showed that side of him to Harry, the elf beckoned for Harry to open the picture book making his eyes widened in excitement.

" Thank you, Kreacher!" Harry yelled while running his hands on a moving picture of his mother, each page had its own inscription written by Aurora or other initials he didn't recognise.

Taken by Prongs aka the love of your life (1976)

Future Mrs Potter ;) j.p

Future Mrs Lupin ;) a.b

" Who's Lupin?!" Harry asked Andromeda who laughed at the small written notes below the picture.

" That's your parent's friends last name, they would refer to him as Moony though I'm not quite sure why but his actual name is Remus," She responded quickly wiping away a tear as she watched the picture replay, Ted being the only one to notice he began to rub her back in a soothing manner.

Taken by Ara (1976)

My Bubsy is adorable! a.b

" Mum calls uncle Regulus Bubsy?" Harry looked away from the book earning a nod from Andromeda who got up from the bed with tears welling in her eyes.

" Harry I think it's best if you get ready for today, the Weasleys and your aunts and uncles will arrive soon," Andromeda said quickly rushing out the bedroom, she dashed down the hall into her own now allowing her tears to fall from her grey eyes, she walked over to the only picture she had of her sister which laid perfectly on the desk.

The door creaked alerting the brunette of someone's presence, Andromeda turned back to see Ted who sent her a sad smile as he slowly approached her to see what his wife held.

" Eleven, Eleven was the last age I got to see my sister. The pictures Harry carries I look at them, and all I see is a stranger. I never go to truly know her, all I have of her are the 487 letters she would send and this one picture, I probably would have never met Harry if Narcissa was stable enough to take him in," Andromeda muttered holding onto the moving picture of an eleven-year-old Aurora, Ted snaked his arm around her waist pulling Andy into a side hug.

Meanwhile, in Harry's room, Kreacher helped the young boy get ready for his birthday brunch which he was excited for, after many years of asking his mum's side of the family to join and celebrate with the Tonks and Weasleys they finally gave in, much to their distaste.

" Kreacher will pack Mr Harry's things for the Lestrange Manor," Kreacher said levitating shirts and pants into a big brown trunk, Harry nodded in approval before running down the stairs to wait for his guests.

The Weasleys were the first to arrive soon after Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange which made the atmosphere intense as they only acknowledged Harry not sparing a glance to any other.

" Oh that must be Aunt Cissa," Harry jumped up from his seat excitingly running to open the door, Andromeda tensed up not liking how Harry decided on inviting her sisters which whom she wasn't on good terms.

" Happy Birthday Harry!" Draco yelled throwing his hands around his cousin pulling him into a hug, he was soon tugged off by his younger sister.

" Move it Dragon let me bless my dear cousin with my presence, Happy Birthday Harold!" the small blonde said managing to pry Draco off Harry and pulling the green-eyed boy into a hug.

" Thanks, Draco and Aurora," Harry replied ruffling his younger cousins hair which she tried to swat off not wanting her perfectly curled locks messed up.

" Happy Birthday Harry," Lucius gave the boy a thin lip smile before entering the place with such disgust, Lucius only came for Harry and because he lives by the quote happy wife happy life.

Narcissa hadn't said anything to the boy she just stood there awkwardly as Harry waited for her to enter, Narcissa barely visited the boy instead she sent Harry letters or gifts whenever Draco and Aurora were with Harry. The raven-haired boy's eyes were too alike to his mothers, Narcissa only ever looked into his deep green eyes five times in her life, the day Harry was born she caught a glimpse of his eyes while she washed away the blood from being in the womb, Narcissa saw her nephews eyes when she visited Godrics Hollow twice after he was born, and lastly the day she lost her sister, ever since the Halloween in which her twin's life was taken Narcissa couldn't find the courage to look at his emerald eyes until today.

" Aunt Cissa are you okay?" Harry asked with clear worry watching how a tear slipped from his aunt's eye, after hearing her name she quickly got back to reality realising it was not her sister who stood in front of her but her godson instead.

" I'm fine, I just haven't seen you in a while that's all. Now, where are my manners? Happy Birthday, Ar-Harry, Happy Birthday Harry," She smiled showing off her pearly white teeth as she brought the boy into a bone-crushing hug.

" We should probably join the others," Lucius said catching how his wife almost mistaken the boy for her sister.

" Come on, your seats are by me and auntie Trix and uncle Rodolphus," Harry told Malfoys dragging Narcissa by the hand into the dining area, once the group reached the table all fell silent, Lucius looked at the group in disgust before taking his seat by Rodolphus not bothering to return the nod Arthur Weasley sent his way.

" Since we're all here, um well dig in!" Andromeda said forcing a smile as she gestured to the assorted food, to cut the tension they all began to pile different foods on their white plate.

" So Harry what do you have planned for this special day?" Arthur asked from across the table, Harry smiled brightly at the man before turning to Narcissa who was scolding Bellatrix on her manners.

" I would certainly love to hear the different stories about my mum and dad. I was wondering if you could tell a few aunt Cissy," Harry replied turning the attention from Arthur to Narcissa who nodded approvingly. Lucius tensed up seeing his wife agree, he knew that Aurora was always a sensitive topic for Narcissa. Lucius never truly understood how deep their bond ran until his wife quite literally broke down, he had just got her back and he isn't going to let her go back to such a state without a fight. The blonde man was good at hiding his feelings, and because of this, he managed to master an outstanding poker face. Though it was hard keeping up such a show when you see your wife would silently cry into her pillow, the tragic death of Aurora Potter hit Narcissa in waves, Lucius never would've thought the day he lost his sister in law meant losing his wife and the mother of his kids in the process. It was dark times for the Malfoy's so it came as a shock when one day on a very cloudy morning everything seemed just a tad bit better, Narcissa began to shower and dress on her own and that was enough for Lucius to shed a tear, the day he so begged for finally came, it was some progress but it was enough to make his world.

" Well since you are to receive your Hogwarts letter today, I think it's only fitting to start with your mother's days at Hogwarts including your father though do keep in mind that I never really fancied being around James so I don't quite much to tell," Narcissa spoke to Harry with a smile that radiated warmth, Harry's eyes lit up as he jumped up and down his seat eagerly waiting to hear about his parents days at Hogwarts.

" Start with your first day, beginning to end!" He was quivering all over with excitement making all chuckle at his demeanour Narcissa nodded with a twinkle in her eyes seeing how worked up the boy got.

" If you insist," she began breathing out a deep sigh reaching out for his small hand and holding it with hers, "I and your mother were thrilled when we stood in platform 9 3/4, yes we've been there hundreds of times to say our goodbyes to Andromeda and Bella but you get a whole different euphoria when knowing it's you who will be stepping into that scarlet red train. To begin a new chapter of your life, Hogwarts is everyone's second home and that's what made me and your mother feel like it was Christmas morning for our first year. Especially because we had sisters who would constantly talk about the wonders of Hogwarts. I remember my first day like it was yesterday, your grandmother talked to us about making the family proud and so on then um-," Narcissa rambled then hesitantly looked up at Andromeda and Ted who seemed to know her next words, though knowing the story Andromeda was rather curious to hear her sisters view, the brunette was prepared to defend herself if Narcissa were to make a snarky remark making tension collect between the two.

" Well someone pulled us aside to inform us that she'll be running off with a mudblood and live her happily ever after because that was way more important than her younger sisters, who she left behind to fend for themselves in such a gruesome manner in which we had to call home," Narcissa said smiling innocently at the boy who hadn't seemed bothered of the m-word instead he shrugged it off as if it were nothing, unlike the Weasleys and Tonks who gasped at the word which fell so elegantly out of her red painted lips.

" How dare you speak that word in my house!" Andromeda stood up from her seat pushing it back send death glares her younger sisters way, Bellatrix was smirking but soon it faltered seeing her traitor of a sister hold her wand to the side of her dress hiding it from Narcissa's view.

" Now, now calm down Andromeda you wouldn't want to have a petty argument on Harry's birthday. It's not needed to ruin such a special day for him, so I suggest you take a seat so I may continue the story, where I left off before I was rudely cut off," Narcissa huffed glaring at her sister, Andromeda hesitantly sat down with a scowl on her face making it evident she would rather be anywhere else much to Bellatrix's entertainment.

" Aurora loved to keep a happy persona up even in the darkest of times, so even though she felt hurt by what I say was a betrayal of a sister, she found the light in her hurt. I don't know how your mother saw the best in everything, anyways during the boat ride to Hogwarts James went on and on about how gorgeous your mummy was, which she found quite annoying immediately becoming not so fond of him. Yet she managed to get herself married to him and have a wonderful child as well," Narcissa said while Harry sat slightly leaning over the table listening intently while the Lestranges and Lucius glared at the Weasleys who glared daggers at Narcissa still seeming hurt by her words.

" Your mum and uncle Sirius both got sorted into Gryffindor, if I am being honest I saw that coming though if you met your mother one would tell she was a mix of both Slytherin and Gryffindor. I remember how Aurora glanced over at the Slytherin table looking at me with her deep green eyes, I could tell she was shocked and maybe scared but all it took was a reassuring smile and she walked on over to the Gryffindor table," Narcissa told Harry seeing how his eyes began to water, Aurora seemed to notice this and walked over to hug the boy.

" Are you okay Harry?" Bellatrix asked softening her expression seeing how his eyes got tearier by the minute, all attention turned to Harry who nodded blinking away his tears.

" I wish I could've met them, I wish I could've met mum and dad," Harry muttered looking down at his plate not daring to meet the staring gaze of the others.

"They're always with you Harry, even if you don't see them," Andromeda spoke from across the table as she leaned over to get a view of the boy.

" I would like to hear the rest of the story please," he stated trying to change the subject it was silent for a few seconds before the sound of Narcissa clearing her throat broke it.

" Ahh where was, well when your mother...

Flashback:

All houses were dismissed for bed, the corridors were crowded with students all going in different directions. If it weren't for her sisters laugh the blonde wouldn't have found the person she was most eager to speak to.

Narcissa fastened her past swiftly moving past the large crowd of students, she finally spotted the group of five she hung with earlier making a turn for another corridor. Narcissa took advantage and pulled her sister into a dark and empty one, Aurora was ready to punch the living daylights out of Narcissa before she spotted the blonde locks and came to the conclusion it was not a weirdo.

" Cissy," Aurora blurted out throwing herself into her sister's warm embrace, Narcissa was taken back by the action but gave in from hearing a quiet sob.

" Please don't be mad I don't w-," Aurora started but was cut off by her sister who moved to cup her face.

" I'm not mad, nothing could come between us. I won't let our houses define the relationship we have towards one another, and I hope you don't. Nothing will change Ara. Not even you hanging with mudbloods, filthy half-bloods, and blood traitors will come between us. You're my twin, you're stuck with me forever even in the afterlife," Narcissa said whipping away the tears from Aurora's pink cheeks." Thank you, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," Aurora replied.

End of flashback

Narcissa finished her story, the Weasleys and Tonks had confused faces not hiding the shock from what they just heard, it came as a surprise that Narcissa hadn't cared if Aurora was a blood traitor especially because she speaks so highly on blood purity.

" So you didn't care if Aurora was a blood traitor?!" Andromeda asked in disbelief fighting to keep the hurt she felt from showing, Narcissa and Andromeda no longer had a relationship because of their separate beliefs so it hurt Andromeda to hear that her sister could be so angry at her but not Aurora, as they both seemed to share the same thinking.

" No, why would I care? She was my sister, after all, death would be the only thing to pull us apart not our differences," Narcissa shrugged not understanding why it was such a big deal, Andromeda's eyes began to well with tears as she stood up from her seat.

" I'm your sister, yet you treat me like a stranger! I and Aurora are the same yet you have a blind eye for her? Make it make sense Narcissa, why do you hate me so much? We used to be close yet you let the fact that my husband is a muggle-born tarnish our sisterly bond," Andromeda let out allowing the tears to spill from her eyes onto her cheeks, Bellatrix and Lucius watched the quarrel with amusement knowing it wasn't Andromeda's beliefs which lead to the downfall of their relationship and they both found everything quite funny seeing Andromeda act such away.

" Aurora was a better sister than you'd ever be, don't you dare say the two of you are alike when you are nothing but from that. I don't hate you, Andromeda, so calm down there is no need for this, you're making a fool of yourself," Narcissa spoke unfazed by her sister's reaction, Narcissa would never like to admit it but she could never bring it in herself to hate Andromeda. Though she tried many times, it couldn't change the fact that she loved her sister but it's not enough to forgive Andy for leaving her and Aurora behind, or because Andromeda never really attempted to write or speak to Narcissa until Harry came along.

" I, I have to go," Andromeda stormed off leaving behind an awkward silence. Harry then realised that perhaps it wasn't the best idea to have his aunts in the same room, especially when they hadn't talked in years.

" Cake?" Rodolphus said with a toothy smile trying to ease the tension.

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Supernatural Isn’t Just A Show

I started watching Supernatural fifteen years ago, just like many of you. I followed the paths of two young men who hunted the evils in the world that the rest of us couldn’t have imagined on a good day. Vampires and demons and monsters. Greek gods, angels, Lucifer himself. The stories were heartfelt and humorous and dark and tender. They challenged us to see that monsters could be good, and being evil was a choice. They brought us into a reality of hope and fighting the whole world if it meant that your family was safe.

That’s what the show was really about, you see. The hunting and the laughter and the dark and everything in between was just the icing on the cake. The real story? That was family. Two brothers who came together and saved the world, again and again. Two brothers who fought side by side, and sometimes with each other, and always for what was right, even if the drawn line was hard to see. Two brothers whose devotion bled into the world around them and brought other amazing people into the fold. Two brothers who grew to have a circle of people who were the epitome of family, because ‘family don’t end with blood.’ Castiel and Charlie and Bobby and Kevin and Crowley and Jack and the list goes on. A list that extended beyond the characters, beyond the actors, beyond the show itself. One that includes you, me... JoAnn and Steven and Jeffrey.

Let me tell you about JoAnn.

Her daughter and I went to school together, a beautiful young woman named Sarah. Over the years I spent so much time at their house and with JoAnn that it was beyond easy to see them as family. And JoAnn became incredibly special to me. My mother and I have always had a strained, tumultuous relationship with very little in the way of affection. JoAnn, however, became the emotional mother I’d never had. We would laugh together (she had a killer sense of humor,) I would call her just to share something or vent (there was never a moment she wasn’t willing to listen,) she was able to hold all four of my babies after they were born (and they lovingly called her Auntie JoAnn.) And I even managed to get her addicted to Supernatural.

She loved Dean, especially Dean’s rear end. (-wiggles brows-)

Shortly before her first and only grandson was born, JoAnn became terminally ill and passed away. She never got to see her grandson, or hold him, or watch him grow up. I think about that all the time, especially when I see a picture of him that Sarah has posted. When I’m watching Supernatural, and Dean says something familiar or I remember a moment in the show that JoAnn particularly loved, I think about JoAnn and how much I wish she could have seen her grandbaby. And how much I wish her daughter, the lovely Sarah, could have experienced that, too. I wonder if JoAnn would have shared this show with her adorable little grandson. I miss that woman every day.

Now, let me tell you about Steven.

His father, Steve, is one of my best friends. I’ve known him for over twenty years. And when his three children were little, I used to babysit them. His son, Steven, was born with severe Cerebral Palsy. He was nonverbal, wheelchair bound, and was tube fed. But he was also the funniest, brightest, most happy boy I’d ever met. He had the most brilliant smile, and the greatest laugh. And whenever someone he loved or really liked walked into a room, his eyes would light up like stars.

When Steven hit adulthood, I would help his Dad out when Steven was at his house. We liked to watch movies and tv shows together. And I offered up the suggestion of Supernatural. It became like tradition after that. We would all be there in the living room, Steven on the floor with his Dad, and we’d watch the episodes in order. It always made me happy, to be able to share that with them.

About four years ago, Steven became ill, landing in the hospital. While there, his heart gave out. He passed away without ever having finished the show he had grown to love. Since then, his Dad hasn’t been able to watch anymore. It’s too painful. Too hard to think that Steven isn’t there to watch it with him. I understand completely. Because I’ll watch an old episode and remember Steven’s unabashed laughter. And I wish he was still here to watch it with us. I talked with Steve about giving it another try. He heard the show is ending soon, and I think he is finally ready to see it through, to finish it for both himself and his son. Let me tell you about Jeffrey.

Jeffrey has lived in NYC for over 20 years now. He is my big brother, and was diagnosed with different mental illnesses, including Borderline Personality Disorder. He’s still made a life for himself that makes him happy in a place I know for sure I would never survive in. (I’m a small town girl, through and through.) And it was because of my brother that I found out about GISHWHES.

You have to understand, my brother doesn’t open up to people easily or step out of his comfort zone for just anyone or anything. But in doing this scavenger hunt? My brother walked around NYC in a robot costume, including taking the subway and walking crowded streets. He also wore a bikini made of lettuce, and not once was shy about it. He dove right in and gave it his all in order to help other people, and to this day I am still insanely proud of him for it.

After everything he went through, from living on the subway for nearly two years (and never telling us) to going from corporate work (which he hated) to doing something he really loved (comic books, baby) to being hospitalized for suicidal tendencies to finally being diagnosed with things he had struggled with all his life but never had taken care of, and finally having a sense of mental health in a new job as a live-in dog nanny, this amazing man is finally happy. And when I think of that, I think of the video of him wandering around dressed as a robot because of GISHWHES. Now, if you’ll bare with me... let me tell you about myself.

I am a pansexual woman married to my best friend with four amazing children.

I have depression and anger issues that I have struggled most of life with.

I have spent a good chunk of my adult life being a stay-at-home-mom and only now am going back to school to learn a new career. I have rescued and taken care of animals since I was 17, something my children have grown to love as well. And I am happier now than I have ever been. But it wasn’t always that way.

I had my best friend die in my arms when I was 12, that being my first experience with death and grief and unchecked anger. And I grew up a lonely kid who spent most of my time hiding how depressed I was, doing everything I could to take care of everyone else in my life, the majority of them never knowing how much I actually struggled with just living. The first love of my life was killed in a car accident when I was 16. My parents divorced when I was 17 and I dropped out of high school, working three jobs just so I wouldn’t be home with my mother.

I was married to a selfish and controlling man at 18, had my first child at 19, second at 20, third at 23, and divorced at 23 with three small children and no job. I was terrified and didn’t know what I was going to do. Everything was up and down and inside out.

But I have a very clear memory of sitting down one night, after the kids had gone to sleep and the apartment was quiet and I was alone with nothing but my thoughts and the television… and a repeat episode of Supernatural (Season 2, Episode 16 – Roadkill) was on. (Spoilers ahead if you, by chance, have not seen this episode.)

In that moment, I was barely paying attention to it. I was a wreck, filled with guilt and fear. My face was covered in tears, and I was sobbing as I sat there and rocked with a pillow held in my grip (I oddly remember that pillow vividly because it had rough edges.) But as the episode progressed, I began to quiet. I remember listening intently to Sam and Molly as they sat on an old bed in Greeley’s home, looking at the letters he’d written to his wife.

“It’s a love letter he wrote her… my God, it’s beautiful… I don’t understand how a guy like this can turn into a monster.” Molly said to Sam. I mirrored that sentiment, in my own way. (I know my situation wasn’t the same.) I’d married a man I’d thought I’d loved. A man I thought loved me. But his actions and selfishness lead to the downfall of our marriage, our family, and my (then) situation. But I had been the one to make the decision to end things, right? After everything he’d done, I couldn’t be with someone I couldn’t trust. And it wasn’t just about me… it was about our children. They needed a mother who was happy…

At the end of the episode, Molly is faced with the reality that she has been dead the entire time and that her husband David had already said his goodbyes, moving on without her.

“What am I supposed to do?” Molly asked, in tears.

“Just… let go. Of David. Of everything. You do that… we think you’ll move on.” Sam responded gently.

Isn’t that what I should be doing? I thought. Because by that point, I’d been stuck in grief and fear for months. I don’t think I knew it until that point, but I’d been holding onto it like a security blanket because it made sense, it seemed like I deserved it.

“But you don’t know where…” Molly responded, her voice still soft with tears.

“No... Molly, you don’t belong here. Haven’t you suffered long enough?” Sam asked. “It’s time… it’s time to go.”

I sat there in stunned silence.

As odd as it sounds, it felt like he was talking to me. Because for years I’d tried to keep our marriage together because I thought I had to for our children. For years, I’d practically raised those three children alone. For months, I had sat in a holding pattern, waiting for my shoulders to finally break under all the weight from the failure I felt and the misery I was drowning in, doing everything I could to be a good mother with nothing to fall back on. But then I watched Molly walk into the light, tears streaming down her face, a smile ghosting across her lips, and I realized… I really had suffered long enough.

“You really think she’s going to a better place?” Dean asked after Molly moved on.

“I hope so.” Sam replied.

“I guess we’ll never know, not until we take the plunge ourselves, huh?” Dean said with half a smirk.

“Doesn’t really matter, Dean. Hope’s kind of the whole point.” Sam said.

And there it was. What I’d been missing. Hope.

This show, these two actors, those two brothers opened my eyes to something that had been right in front of me the whole time. I didn’t know what the future would bring, I didn’t know what I was going to do next. But I was certain I had suffered enough. I was certain I needed to move on, for my children, for myself. And as the episode ended, I wiped my tears off my face, shut off the tv and kissed every one of my sleeping children a few dozen times. And I went to bed thinking about the depiction of that light, that hope.

Two years later, I married my best friend – the love of my life, a good man who never lies, never hurts me or my kids, lifts me up when I feel down, makes me laugh every day, treats me far better than I will ever think I deserve. We had a baby boy together, bringing our family to a total of four amazing kids who all call him Dad. We have our own home which we work so hard for, we have a plethora of animals who make every day adventurous, and I am finally on a career track I feel excited about. All because I decided to stop living in my suffering, and move on.

That is why this show is not ‘just a show.’ For me, anyway. Because of JoAnn and Steven and Jeffrey. Because of the hope I found with the show itself. And I know I am not alone in at least this sentiment.

Every season since, I have watched the episodes. I have followed the stories and witnessed the amazing things this fandom has done for each other and complete strangers. I have seen people’s lives changed by the show and the actors, I have been able to connect with other people I never would have known, and get closer to those I already did. I have shared this series with my children, who all love it and the main characters as much as I do.

And right now, as we get near the end of the series, I am not ashamed to admit that I am hurting. I feel a genuine heartache. A genuine loss. I feel like a part of my history is coming to a close. But like at that moment when my world was inside out and I was trapped in my own little hell, I have hope.

I don’t know what waits for me. I never have. I don’t know what awaits any of us. But this show will never really die. The connections we’ve made, the way the stories and people have touched us… that never really goes away.

Whether we watch Supernatural on repeat on a bad day, or follow the actors as they move on to new adventures, or get someone in our life to start watching it, this show will always be around. Just like hope. And… isn’t it like Sam said? “Hope’s kind of the whole point.”

So, hold on to hope. And message me if you’re grieving, if you need an ear from a fellow fan, or just someone to shoot Supernatural memes back and forth with. We’re a family. You, me, all of us. And I’ll always be here for you.

(P.S. I will ship Destiel till the bitter end.)

Love,

QuietDarkness (stars-are-just-ghosts)

#Supernatural #SPN #forever a fan #season 15 #this isn't the end #hope is the whole point #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester #Castiel #GISHWHES #misha collins #jared padalecki #Jensen Ackles #some spn spoilers

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crownofstardustandbone · 4 years

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1. Name 4 fictional characters who showcase your personality the best, with explanations if you want.

Steve Rogers because I too have a smart mouth and a penchant for standing up to bullies and punching Nazis in the face 😁

Daine Sarrasri because she’s smart and no nonsense but deeply caring and kind. She also loves animals and fights for those she loves.

Keladry of Mindelan because she’s strong and big and isn’t dainty. She’s tough and smart and a good leader with great instincts and fights to protect those seen as weaker or more vulnerable than her.

Tony Stark because I too have daddy issues lmao

2. Aesthetic

Black cat, flickering candle flames, mugs of tea, homemade bread, books on every surface, notes filled with story ideas, silk blouses and leather pants, blood red lipstick and Dior perfume, birdsong and hiking, beaches and moonlight

3. Favorite musical/play? (If you’ve never seen a musical or play, one you’d be interested in seeing?)

I’ve only seen Chigaco as an adult so I’d say that’s my favorite lol I really wanna see Hamilton!

4. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received?

“I hope my daughter grows up to be as amazing as you.”

5. How many times have you been in love?

Twice

6. Embarrassing story or fact about yourself that makes you laugh now?

My sister has a nickname for me because I have big feet—Sasquatch 😂 she then shortens it to Sasky 🤦🏻‍♀️

7. Favorite Disney/Pixar movie?

Oof...Mulan

8. Favorite flower or plant?

Peonies and pansies

9. What’s your favorite holiday?

My birthday 😂😂😂

10. Name three things that made you laugh or smile this past week.

My cat!

My friends!

Fic!

11. What song would you play to introduce yourself to someone?

“I can’t go on without you” by kaleo

12. Name something that truly makes you feel peaceful even at your most stressed moments.

My cat! He’s such a good snuggler 🥰

13. What do you, did you, or would you study at college?

In undergrad I studied International Politics and Spanish so, me habla español, pero no muy bien.

In graduate school I’ll be studying social work!

14. This is kind of a weird one, but which outfit of yours makes you feel most like yourself?

I have this bright red jumpsuit that’s got slim fit legs and a criss cross top and I just feel powerful and beautiful and so me in it!!

15. What is a quote you live by?

It’s kinda cheesy, but, do unto others as you would have them do unto you?

Idk. I was raised Catholic and while I eschew the church and a lot of what they teach, I hold onto that because more and more my eyes are opening to the inequality in the world and I want other people to have the same privileges and protections that being white affords me.

16. Name the funniest playlist name you have.

“Fuckin jams”

17. Make a reference to an inside joke you have with someone you love with zero context.

“You’re five foot two! Tiny!”

“Shut up you giant freak”

18. What is a message you would give your younger self if given the chance?

Learn to ask for help, not everyone is going to let you down like dad did.

19. Who is your favorite family member? (If you have no good blood family members, feel free to mention someone in your found family)

My aunties—one is a nun and the other is a former nun and they’re both professors and incredibly intelligent women.

My soul sister—met in college and she knows me better than my own blood sister does.

20. What’s a secret dream of yours?

To own an English style cottage in the woods, with a creek running through the property and a big garden. One room will be a library, filled to the ceiling with books, and I’ll have a beautiful kitchen to feed my family in.

I’ll tag @jehbeeeh @missmoodybear @omg-just-peachy @thirstinart @gayspacesprinkles @riotfalling

#tag game #ask game #stellaspeaks

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🌻@cozydnp tagged me in a positivity train, so I though I’d just tag some other lovely people too that definitely deserve it :)🌻 @sevenatee Sev, my brilliant, amazing, chill, spectacular and stunning best friend. You were the first ever friend I made on this hellsite, and I still hold you to my heart dearly. You’re wacky, brilliant and so so so kind. We don’t talk as much as we used to but you mean so much to me and have a very special place in my life. I still expect us to have that very gay apartment later in life. I’m already booking inspections. I can’t wait until I manage to take you to a theme park or something (also stop worrying, you’re definitely tall enough) ilyvm dude! @thegayestdnp Luke, our first proper conversations started when you got mad at me because I was eating M&M’s with chopsticks (it’s still valid and you know it) and I’d like to say we’ve been friends ever since. You’re the face of the Mothgang, we’re all pretty sure you just are Mothman anyways though. You’re wacky, fantastic, and such an amazing(phil) person that I’m so lucky I got the chance to meet. love you lots, lp adventure isn’t too far away. And we can agree now that Tika has always deserved better :P @thedinodad Steg, h o l y s h i t. You’re one of the funniest and most genuine people I’ve ever met. You’re caring, probably slightly crazy but it’s okay we all are, and willing to share pictures of your dog and hammie, which I can assure you that everyone is grateful for. I find it very fantastic and cool that I can call you a friend, and you’re all round such a fantastic person. Keep on scree-ing on vc, and tell Mars and Ruby I love them. @blxckmochi Lynn, I can’t believe I had the opportunity to meet a treasure like you. You mean the absolute world to me and I can talk to you about anything. You’re kind, gorgeous, beautiful and one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever talked to. I’m so glad you dm’d me after we met on Rose’s gc, otherwise I’d never had found out how amazing you are. You’re probably not going to believe all this, but it’s so true. You’re so deserving of love, and happiness and everything good that comes your way. I love you so much bub. @youabsolutespoon Lea, where do I begin. When I first talked to you I was talking to you about Panic! At The Disco and how Vices and Virtues is one of the best albums to listen to when you need to calm down. I would’ve never thought I’d end up meeting one of the best people in my life. You make me so incredibly happy and you’re so sweet, kind, loving, and precious. When we made arrangements to video call, I was so nervous I was going to screw up or something. It was one of the best moments I’d had in my life and it was amazing to have that connection with you. My irl friends know you as Lea From Tumblr, and I’ve made sure to mention how kind and lovely you are. You’re seriously one of the best people ever, and I love you so very much. @phanniephobic Rose, when I first sent you that ask, I never knew how kind you could be, how gentle and caring you could be. You’re seriously such a lovely and gorgeous person, and the first ever dan and phil blog I ever worked up the courage to engage with, and I’m so glad I did. You mean so much to me and I remember some of the hilarious conversations we’ve had. You’re brilliant, fantastic, and such a welcoming and sweet presence. I’ve loved every minute I’ve talked to you, and you’re honestly one of the greatest people I’ve ever met. I love you rosehaw. @cozydnp Aly, where do I start? Whenever I talk to you it just feels like a big warm hug. You’re so goddamn kind and sweet, but have so much love to give to others. You’ve got a crazy wacky side which I adore, and you have a definite mother side. It’s gentle and soft and kind, like rainy days and hot tea and fluffy blankets. You have such a sweet aura and I’ve loved getting to know you. Tyvm for putting up with me, and you motivate me to do better. I love you chungy

@lemonheadlester Harley, you’re definitely someone I look up to. You’re so incredibly talented and fantastic, and I’ve admired you since I first found you and your blog. I was instantly floored by how talented you are in so many aspects. Edits, gifs, writing, singing, music, you name it, it’s all stored in the Harley. We don’t talk much, but you’re definitely a very sweet and lovely person. Thank you for being so kind! ilyvm!!

@dinosaurnerdhowell Azra, we don’t really talk much, but you’re always so kind and take the time out of your day to send me a message sometimes, and that honestly makes my entire day. From what I know of you you’re kind, sweet, and really genuine and nice. Thank you for being someone I can look up to and I feel like I can trust you. ily lovely!! @orangeexcusez Liz, you’re an incredibly lovely person and even though we hardly talk, you’re still such a lovely and positive influence and I really hope you’re doing well! @theincediblesulk Avery, I look up to you immensely. You’re really a genuinely fantastic and caring person, and I’ve admired you for so long. I hope you have good things coming your way. Keep being hecking awesome :)

@bleepblopbloop56 You’re really really talented and you’re somebody who is super super cool and I’m pretty intimidated by you, but I think you’re amazing and that you’re having a good day!

@discombobulated-hullabaloo Aunty Nicoke, You’re my best friend’s sister, and the druggie auntie, but you’re incredibly kind, despite being a legit cryptid. Thanks for being nice to me, I know it can get irritating. Also your bullet journals are always very pretty and they’re nice to look at. @gothichufflepuff Amy, there’s no words to describe how much I love you. In grade 5, I was nervous, upset, and definitely not willing to engage very much. I went on camp with you and we were in the same cabin. Remember the 5am party of Murder In The Dark? Or most memorably, our project on Saturn. I’m so glad we got to do that together because it’s definitely a staple of our relationship forever (oH pLaneTs arOund a StARrrrRr) We bonded over Harry Potter in the first year we knew eachother. I remember your birthday too. Do you still have the Hedwig mug lol? In grade 6 you managed to miss all the bloody drama (goddamn it, it sucked) and five became three for a while. You, Meeks and I were pretty unbreakable. This is where all the fun set in. Grade 6 is probably one of my favourite years of school, simply because I spent it with you. It was the birth of #Zayme (I still ship it) and where the infamous grape incident occurred. Betting our food in games of cards at lunch was definitely a favourite. Badminton is my favourite sport, Biconarbate is still thriving somewhere, and Haan still suks. You’re my favouritest pickle, and i love you more than words can say.

and last but certainly not least @elizaschuqler Char. What would I do without you? I could write a whole essay and a half about how much I adore you. You never cease to spark joy and you’re so kind and supportive. One of my favourite moments of you was when we both pulled an all-nighter together and watched Barbie movies, definitely one of the best times I’ve had in my life. We’d go on long giant rants about how much we love eachother and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. You seriously have helped me through so much and you mean the absolute entire world to me. I couldn’t ask for a better friend, someone who I can trust, and someone who can be kind and gentle, but crazy and questionable (in the good way of course) at the same time. I can’t wait until I can finally hug you. Our Luna Park adventure is only a few years away, not long (although it absolutely seems like it) I really hope you understand just how much you mean to me. You’re incredibly fabulous, and you mean more to me than words can say, there’s simply no way to express it. I love you so much, more than you’ll ever know. I can’t believe I met someone as kind and sweet and caring as you. Full yeehomo too. I love you so much. ✨🌻choo choo🌻✨

#Peyton makes no sense #I'm sap tonight #love y'all and so many more

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breadhyunn · 6 years

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Good Things that happened this year.

This year pretty much changed who I am as a person, and of course, it came with it’s good and bad. Having learnt from the bad, I think we should all just focus on the good that happened this year.

One of the best things that happened to me this year, was, surprisingly, people. This post is to remind you all of the impact you’ve had on me. Each of you, from your own little corner of the world has helped make my days and nights better. So these 2 words come from the depth of my heart, with all the emphasis I can place and all the gratitude I can muster: Thank you. I hope each one of you finds strength similar to, if not greater than what you’ve given me.

The Good Things of 2017:

B.A.P

@roses-for-jongup honestly no amount of words can fully convey what you mean to me, and this is a fantastically sub par attempt. I’m the most comfortable with you, and that should say a lot. we’re armed with absolutely ridiculous knowledge about each other, and your smallest words, deeds, and eDITS have made me so happy. as I always say, you’re my ‘all of the above’, my mvp, and the only annoying person I’d take a couple of bullets for. a honeybun.

@anna-something to the world you may be a stoic powerful gal with a thunderous ability to tear us all a new one, but to me, you’re also a soft socialist grandma who sends me lovely drunk texts. You’ve changed the way I look at so many aspects of the world. I could literally talk to you about anything and have the time of my life. Your words probably matter to me the most. Thank you for improving me. I owe so much to you.

@daehyuns-beautiful-golden-skin michael, nothing makes me happier than you angrily key smashing at everything I say. You’ve made me feel better about myself, raised my self confidence, and always, always supported me. You’ve given me a shoulder to lean on and an ear to constantly rant to. Just remember, be it your memes, your dancing or your life in general, suds shall always be in the audience cheering you on.

@doitforbangyongguk I’m always stunned by how soon I got so comfortable with you, It’s just your aura. You’re hilarious, kind, and you’ve helped me through so much. DOOT DOOT.

@zeloswaffles Ah my sweet pancake mother who constantly complains about my unnecessary rudeness. Thank you for checking up on me, for taking an interest in me, for the advice, for everything.

@daehnii MY LOVELIEST WIFE, I swear we have the best conversations, and I’ve never met anyone with such similar opinions to mine. You’re the softest bean and every single message from you cheers me up. Gosh I love talking to you sosososososoooo much i just love you lei bye.

@foxjae you’re pretty much the reason I got motivated to write more. You always listen, you always contribute and I always learn something when I talk to you. And it makes me very happy knowing that you’re proud of me. You’ve called me out on my mistakes and I genuinely do appreciate it. The realest, coolest, queer mom.

@dreamermoonchan you’ve been there since the absolute beginning and I treasure you so much? You’re up for any kind of conversation, and we bond over so many shared interests. Thank you for making me feel welcome in the fandom.

@onlystraightforjongup a severely underrated conversationalist, you send me big paragraphs, I send you big paragraphs, and it’s bloody brilliant. If I have to endlessly hypothesise about B.A.P in all sorts of universes, I’m glad it’s with you. one of my absolute favourite people.

@jongup-is-an-enigma the most approachable and open person I know. You’re so fun, and you’ve made me feel like I’m fun too, ya know? This gal knows how to cheer someone up. I hope you know that I’m always here for you, and so is my butt.

@zainbap my lovely unicorn dad, one of the defining aspects of my experience here is you sighing at every second thing I do. Your random bouts of affection, subsequently followed by utter exasperation are what I thrive for. You’re a beacon of light to not just me, but the fandom. i hope youre proud of how soft I’m being.

@jion-a my first mother, president of the mom squad and also one of the first people who gave me a sense of belonging in the fandom. You’ve been so kind to me. I almost feel like I don’t deserve you. Thank you for being a constant pillar of support for this smol child.

@7btobap6 ahhh my fight aunt, trust me I’ve never enjoyed fighting with anyone as much as I do with you. Beyond our external layer of hatred for each other, I hope you know that nobody probably has understood my problems better than you. I love you lots.

@fae-hyun I miss you like a hellofa lot okay. I genuinely don’t know what I’d have done without you. My everpresent daestan, we have shed tears of pain thanks to our goofball of a bias, but it’s all worth it because you’re you. God knows I’m still the koala to your tree.

@bapofficial you’ve borne my constant annoying callouts, the never ending puns, and all the general screaming and frankly, this is a big achievement. You’re so positive and motivating and your mere presence makes me feel a little brighter.

@bap-time ah my local mean dispenser, i will always be your fight child. Thank you for having my back, encouraging my content, and smothering me with all that soft. I love you even though you have poor taste in fashion.

@thediebutterfly my timezone sharing niece, you’re a blessing to the fandom. I love that we’re on the same wavelength about a lot of things *cough*bangdae*cough* and I love freaking out with you. Thank you for tagging me in cute/rude/all kinds of posts, it makes me wonderfully happy.

@aegyo-chan you have such a calming air about you, It’s so pleasant, and feels like home. I love that I finally have someone to cry to about the exploits of Kim Himchan while simultaneously torturing you with Daehyun. I love how we bond over our similar cultures. And I’m so thankful for how lovely you’ve been to me.

@moondance-mp3 MY ONION I DON’T EVEN REMEMBER HOW WE STARTED TALKING but I’m so glad we did. You never fail to make me laugh. We’re the queens of discourse now and no one can take that away from us. I love you as much as you love dae’s nose.

@bangedhim it’s all thanks to my lucky fate that I found you (see what i did there). weve been talking for longer than I can remember, wow. And you’re so goddamn entertaining. My cheeks hurt because of everything you send to me, the smiles just won’t stop. ily.

@daehdream remember that time I tried to adopt you and failed. Gosh golly everyone’s come a long way. I hope you know how much I and the fandom love and treasure you. an A+ fellow daestan and one of the strongest people I know.

@happy-daes my sweet billie bean, you’re very loved, and very strong and I’m always proud of you. All of your tags and all the sweet things you’ve said about me have made me feel loved too. Thank you.

@mooncakesjongup MY FIGHT ADI AUNTY, it was honestly the best thing for me to find out about how close we lived. Let the bollywood memes and b.a.p connections, and calling out each other’s kinks never stop.

@daesperado G IS THE MOST ADORABLE PERSON ON EARTH AND THAT’S THE COLD HARD TRUTH. You randomly popped into my dms and I’m hella happy you did because I got to know the wildest and cutest daestan ever. Bless your entire cute soul. Love blonde dae.

@brainboxercheetos pufffyyyyyy I always say this, but thank you so much for your unadulterated kindness. You’re true sunshine and you always send such supportive things to me, it’s heart warming. Keep being the lovely flower that you are.

@seren4moonjongup tezzy always leaves me tazed. From practically killing me with all those jongup stories to saving my life with brilliant words of advice. You’ve done it all, and I’m grateful.

@merlionmen we freakishly have a lot of common things between us, and it’s amazing. Thank you for calming me down, for bringing me face to face with reality, and generally agreeing that Leo is a loser. Romba Romba Nandri.

@feelsogukk you’ve always been so supportive of me and giving me motivation. Every time you call me your fav child my lifespan increases by 7 years. Thank you for all the giggles.

@daespacito you’re such a sweet soul, calling me out on my tags, complimenting my puns. I love seeing you in my activity AND YOU’RE DRAWINGS ARE MAGNIFICENT OKAY SHARE THEM WITH THE WORLD.

@sera-chyeah I truly adore how much you feed all babyz by tagging us in rude and soft content. You’re so lovely, and the fandom’s a better and more united place with you in it.

@talentedrice MY SMOL MY FIRST EVER CHILD you’re so cute, and your asks have never failed to make me happy. Thank you my bun, I’m very glad we’re talking more now.

@lulumonnie You’re a lovely hyper fluffy and wonderfully weird human and I couldn’t be happier that you’re in my life. Keep spreading the positivity in the fandom my lulu.

@blurrredpages there are so few people who genuinely have a heart of gold, and you are one of them. Thank you for being so radiant and giving. I’m sure you’ve helped not just me, but so many other babyz.

@baprice ari I’m still mad you don’t have asks open. I always thought your tags were hilarious and I’m so glad I bombarded you with messages. Some truly great content has come from conversations you. You’re wonderful. Plus all blonde dae enthusiasts are my best friends so you’re stuck with me.

@chenchenthedancingmachine the self proclaimed rejection inflicting daehyun to my love deprived himchan, my chair overlord, you’re legit one of the funniest people I know. Here’s to Jongdae, Jongup, tears and more. (ha)

@daefluffs @kitty-dae @daehoneyy @daehyunsgiggle @daehyunsbabyelf y'all are the most wonderful bunch of dae stans and I’m so glad that soft boy has fans like you all. We’re never going to have peace thanks to his extra ass and y'all are the best wartime soldiers I could’ve asked for. P.s, Stella, your tags on my posts make me cry bless you.

@sierahrt I know we don't talk much at all, but I really do appreciate you so much. From your amazing reviews of my fics (which are so motivating, believe me) to those lovely little asks you leave me. Thank you thank you thank you.

@soooldout @lightning-loving @b-ap @b-124a-p-224 @bbangmijae @shen-anakins you are lovely wonderful people, here’s to more screaming over B.A.P

Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year everyone! Sudi loves all of you a whole lot.

#sudi speaks #babyz #yeah i went off but i owe you guys a lot a lot a lot #all the love to youuuuu and i hope you guys have a great year ahead

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ti-bacio · 7 years

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I've never been prepared for death. At the age of 4, I asked my parents when we would next go and visit my Grandpa. Little did I know that he had just died that very afternoon, and we were driving to be with my Grandma at the hospital. When they told me, I screamed and cried for hours. I was just 4. My sister was a baby, unknowingly sitting beside me whilst I released my pain. But I was just 4. At the age of 12, my dear Aunty died of cancer. We had been to visit her often in hospital, every time she looked a little worse to me. A little more yellow, a little more tired, a little more out of breath. The thing about cancer is it goes at its own pace: when I last saw her she looked okay, sick but okay. And then on Christmas Day 2006, we got a call, that she was going to have her life support turned off. I didn't even know she was on life support. I remember walking down the hall of the hospital, my sister and I in matching Christmas dresses. Interwoven into my long thick brown hair were ribbons of green and red. Hand in hang, we walked into the room. It felt so cold and dark, even though the window was drawn open and it was the middle of summer. She didn't look like herself, with all the tubes and the machines beeping. My Aunty was the kind of person who made a room feel alive and bubbly simply by being there. The kind of person to make you smile no matter what. Now, she brought tears to my eyes. She was always an integral part to my Christmas day, and she is, but now in a different way. Now we can only think of her death. Christmas is always sad for me now. I was only 12. I swore to myself I would not let death sneak up on me again. Then, a few years later, my Nanna was found dead in her home. She had tripped over. She was 90 something. She lived a long and good life, despite the fact she couldn't speak for the last 10 or so years due to a stroke. I remember her making us caramel tarts, yelling at the football on the TV and telling us in her mumbled way of speaking "I could kick the ball better than that" and giving us 5 dollars on special occasions: birthdays, Christmas. She was a gem, such a gentle lady. I never got to say goodbye to her, either. Gone in an instant. She refused a funeral, so instead we had a gathering in a garage of one of her children, and reminisced good moments. It was a long day, we had much to share. I swore that would be the last time I let death get the better of me. The worst one was my Grandma two years ago. A few weeks before, she had had a minor stroke, but I was assured she was doing fine, she had been moved back to a normal ward and was very much so on the mend. No major damage. No need to come home. I carried on with my life here, kept dancing and working on the weekends. I was at work on a Saturday, and I got a phone call from my Dad. I picked it up, and he sounded teary and upset, which is not like my Dad. I've never seen him cry. He told me, with all the strength he had left it seemed, that he was so sorry. That my Grandma had had a series of tiny strokes over a few days and was now brain dead. She was unresponsive. But she would deteriorate further, and would be dead within a few hours. That I wouldn't make it in time. That there was no one left to say goodbye to. That she wouldn't want me to see her this way. How sorry he was. It's like I lost complete control of my body. I was in the middle of the street, with a group of my friends from work. I dropped my phone, like my muscles had given up on me. I felt like I was going to be sick, that I wanted to shrivel up into nothingness, that I wanted to explode into oblivion. I had never felt pain like this before. My heart felt like it could burst, my head was whirring and yet everything was so cold. So so cold, I was shaking. Or was I shaking from the absolute destroying information I just received. Or the rage that I was so useless, so alone, so not there for her when she needed me. How I never texted her enough. How I never told her I loved her enough. How I never gave enough back to her, this woman who gave me everything. Who loved me even when I was a monster, probably not the grandchild she would have dreamt about. Who gave me the courage to pursue my hopes and dreams. Who provided me with anything a person could dream of and never forgot about me. Who smelt like comfort, who baked more than anyone else I know, who hand knitted me toys and clothing. The person I have had more sleepovers with than anyone else, who didn't mind when I was scared and needed to sleep with her, or needed someone to walk me to the bathroom and stay with me because I was scared of spiders. Who catered to every allergy. Who took me to shows and loved them as much as me, or because I loved them so much so she took me. I'll never know which one it was. Who wasn't afraid of anything. Who lived 16 years without the love of her life, with courage and strength. Who taped my cartoons for me to watch at her house. The lady who loved me like it was her God given job. And everyone around her too. The funniest, most brilliant lady I've ever met. Gone. Stolen from me. She asked us to sing at her funeral. My Sister and I cried the whole way through our two songs. So did everyone else. People I'd never met said thank-you and that she would have loved it. I still cry over her. I'm crying right now. I think about her every day. And when I think of her, I think of all of them. All of those I've lost. Who have been taken from me, all too soon.Any time is too soon. And I used to think I was unlucky, because they were taken from me without a warning. But now I realise that no matter what, death is always hard. No matter how much time you have to prepare, it always hurts the same. It always destroys you. Nothing makes it easier. So just love the people you have while you have them. Give them a lifetime's worth of love every day, so that if something terrible does happen, at least they left this earth with plenty of love. And you will never have to worry that you never loved them enough. You did. You do.

My Diary // 14.05.17 6:00pm.

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How you meet #4

Brett: 3rd person P.O.V: You could see your best friend walking towarda his old schools Lacrosse team as they got off the bus. 'Oh god' you thought "this isn't going to be good." you spoke out loud, concerned as to what Liam might do. You ran over to Liam as quick as you could. "Is everything ok Liam? You're not going to do something stupid are you?" You asked worried about his actions and the consequences that may come with it. "Don't worry, everythings fine." He said and you believed him, I mean he is your best friend after all. He started to march over to one of the team members and all of a sudden he came to a halt, yelling Brett and then carried on his stomping to get to him and even though he had a face full of anger he said "I just wanted to say have a good game." To which Brett laughed in his face... 'Urghh, how rude' you thought. "That's cut Liam. Is that what they told you to say in your anger management? Apologise and everything will be alright." Liam stood there frozen, not knowing what to do, as you stood behind him to stunned to even comprehend what he just said. "You demolished coaches car." Brett continued, "I payed for it!" Liam replied. "Yeah you're gonna pay for it, we're gonna break you in half out there, and it's gonna be all your fault." As Brett said this you could see Liam getting angrier by the second. Next thing you know Liam's being pulled away by Scott and Stiles but you decided to stay and give Brett a piece of your mind. "Who do you think you are?" you said with a face full of anger as Brett just stood with a sly smirk on his. "Brett, Brett Talbot and who are you sweetcheeks?" he replied. "Don't call me sweetcheeks, and I'm your worst nightmare bitch!" you more or less screamed in his face, feeling priud of yourself. "Oooh, fiesty. I like it." Brett spoke, but you could tell he was trying to get under your skin. Yet yourl weren't about to let that happen. "How's this for fiesty arsehole?" and with that you kneed him where the sun doesn't shine. Once you had done that you crouched beside him while he was doubled over in pain and whispered in his ear... "Listen here 'sweetcheeks' you do anything to hurt Liam or you know just anything out of line then I will grab your stupid werewolf arse and impale you to a tree... Next time, make sure you pick on someone your own size." Then you walked away with a new found confidence. Theo: Your P.O.V: It's a nice sunny day so I decided it'd be fun to take my five year old nephew to the skate park to teach him how to ride. I know it's strange since he's only five but he's be trying to ride my skateboard since he could walk. "Ok Niklaus stand there, Auntie (Y/N) is going to show you something." I took a few steps back, placed the skateboard on the ground and proceeded to stand on it when all of a sudden I was knocked back off. All I can feel is pain shooting up my leg from my ankle. "Ow my ankle..." I screeched since that's where I felt the most pain. "Oh my god, are you ok?" I heard someone say. "No, it's my ankle. It hurts so much." I replied trying to scream. "Ok, ummm... Just hold still." I heard the same person say, I looked up to see a gorgeous guy with a stunning smile crouching to pick me up. "I'm Theo, I'm going to take you to the hospital. Come on little man let's go get in the car ok." "Thank you Theo, I'm (Y/N)." *Five minutes later (during the car ride)* "So, um... (Y/N) is this your son?" Theo asked me, and all I could do was laugh at him. Even though I've hurt my ankle because of this guy, I can't help but have these weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, and honestly it's the most amazing feeling. He is the cutest person I have ever met, well apart from my nephew of course, but anyways seeing him so confused made me he is so much cuter, even though I dont know how that's possible. "Why are you laughing?" Theo asked with his face still full of confusion. "Oh, sorry. It's just that's the funniest thing I've heard for a long time, but no, he's my nephew." I said making sure not to laugh because I didn't want him to think I was lying. I turned my head and looked towards him to see him looking extemely embarrassed. Then I turned my head back around and looked back out the window to see we have arrived at the hospital. Theo left the car, grabbed my Nik from the backseat, closed the door and then came and got me from the front. He picked me up bridal stle and carried me inside, he sat me down on the chairs and sat next to me along side Nik. *After being checked* I eventually called to get checked after half an hour and now I've finally finished being checked by Mrs. McCall. I walked back out into the waiting room to see Theo sat playing with Nik and the sight just made my heart melt. I walked towards them with a bit of a limo. As I arrived in front of them, Theo looks up at me and asks "Is everything ok?" "Yeah, just a sprained ankle but I should be fine." I replied. "Ready to go home Nik?" I asked. "Do we get to see mummy?" he asked. "Yeah kiddo we do." I told him and he started nodding his head vigorously eager to get home. "I can give you guys a ride." Theo chimed in. "That would be great, thank you." I replied with absolute greatfulness due to the fact I didn't have a clue as to how I would get home. *Car ride to my house* I gave Theo my address and we've been driving for the past ten minutes now when Theo spoke up. "So, urmm, am I forgiven for busting your ankle?" "Well considering you made me laugh for the first time in quite a while then yes you are forgiven." I replied while chuckling a little. "Well, since I'm forgiven, I was wondering if I could get your phone number." He said with a cheesy little grin on his face. "Um, sure." I said just as we parked outside my house. We traded numbers and I then got out of the car and got Nik from the back seat. "Say bye to Theo, Nik." "Bye, bye Theo." "Cya Theo." I said. "I'll call you later and we can meet up sometime. I'll see you guys later. Bye." And with that I walked up my pathway and entered my house as I heard him drive away. (So, I may have gotten a little carried away with Theo's and I'm extremely sorry. Kind of. But anyway, I'd like to say a huge thanks to @bestfriends-0212 again for helping me with this concept. It is greatly appreciated and I adore you for all the help you have been giving me.) Boyd: His P.O.V: I sat at the lunch table alone as per usual. I don't know why but for some reason no one seems to want to sit with me. Suddenly, I heard a tray drop beside me. "Hello, is it ok if I sit here?" I heard a girl say. I looked up to see the new girl stood next to me, I haven't really looked or spoken to her but from what I'm seeing now I must say she's absolutely stunning. "Oh, uh yeah. Feel free." I answered. "I'm (Y/N) by the way, and who are you may I ask?" Wow... She really wants a conversation. "I-I'm Veron Boyd, but most people call me Boyd and you can too." I told her. "Great, so, I was wondering Boyd, what's this school like?" She asked me with curiosity lingering in her eyes. "Well, it's great I guess. You might prefer it more than I do." I answered honestly as I could. We spoke about ourselves for the next half an hour and then the bell rang for our next lessin. "Umm, maybr we can do this again sometime." I said to her. "That sounda amazing, I'll make sure to be her same time tomorrow." She replied and from hearing her say what she just said makes me feel like life is definitely worth living. "Great, cya tomorrow." I told her, and in all honesty I can't wait for tomorrow, it is going to be great, I can just feel it. (I couldn't really think of a good enough concept for a way for you to meet Boyd, he's not exactly a big character but I felt the need to add him even though I didn't have the biggest or the best idea for him.)

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