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callme-holly · 2 months

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I was wondering if you could please write a Steve Randle x sister reader where maybe she is walking to the DX from school and gets jumped (similar to the Winston sibling one) but she gets away. So once she gets to the DX soda is the first to see her so he calls Steve over and he just goes full big brother comforter and protective mode. 😂 sorry if none of this makes sense

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 '𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 '

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - omg I finally got this done! I might edit it a little tomorrow and I need to find a pic to go along with it but I just wanted to get it out today. Hope ya'll enjoy and as always my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.2k words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - talk of getting jumped, slight injury detail (not graphic), mild swearing

Your hands shake and your lungs burn as you try desperately to catch your breath, your whole body burning with exertion. The sun feels unbearably hot on your skin, sweat runs down the back of your neck, and you stick your shirt uncomfortably to your body as you force yourself to keep moving, trying to put some distance between you and that goddamn blue mustang.

You’re panting hard, every muscle aching, and your chest burning with the effort it takes to draw air into your body and then let it out again. Blood trickles down the side of your face, hot and sticky against your skin, while the gash above your eye stings with pain.

You must look quite the sight: bruises blossoming on one side of your face, blood drying beneath your nose and lips, dirt matting into your tangled hair. Your knees are scraped raw through your tattered jeans and bleeding sluggishly in places, but you refuse to stop until the DX is in view, letting out one finally ragged breath before collapsing back against the side of the building.

You lean there for a second, your head swimming and your vision blurry, your breathing coming in shallow pants. The world is suddenly spinning a little too fast, and your stomach lurches unpleasantly, forcing you to take another deep, shuddering breath. You feel sick, nauseous even, and everything hurts like hell, which is probably just as well considering how much energy was spent running from that damn car. You rub a hand down your face, grimacing when it comes away red and wet with blood and sweat.

“Great..” You mumble, wiping at your split lip with the sleeve of your jacket, before pushing yourself shakily to your feet. “Fucking great…”

You stumble forward, taking care not to trip over your own feet, as you shove open the door to the little store, the bell jangling obnoxiously above you.

Inside, the air is cool, the air conditioning is whirring noisily overhead, and you close your eyes and breathe deeply. It helps somewhat, your head clearing a little as you head for the counter where Sodapop is pouring over a magazine. He looks up briefly as you shuffle towards him, his eyes widening in recognition.

“Holy shit–” he discards the magazine in a sudden rush, jumping over the counter and grabbing hold of your arms gently. “What the hell happened?”

You wince, pressing your forehead against his shoulder to avoid looking directly at him. His touch is steady and grounding, but you still flinch as he tilts your head up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“I got jumped.” You grumble, trying to shrug off his concern, but it proves a little more difficult than anticipated.

Soda makes a concerned sound in the back of his throat, guiding you to sit in the chair he’d previously been in. “By who?”

“Those damn socs,” you grit your teeth together. “The same ones who got Johnny.” You pause. “And Pony.”

His expression shifts immediately and he releases your shoulders, turning to head for the back. “I'll get Steve.”

You nod absently, looking down at your jeans, picking at the loose threads in the knees, and rubbing at one of the bloodstains. You wipe your palm across it roughly and grimace, knowing that it'll be a pain in the ass to wash out later on.

It’s not long before you hear the backdoor bang open and footsteps hurry inside, the telltale sound of Steve’s voice booming throughout the room.

“I thought I told you to go straight home from school. The hell are you doin’ here?” His tone is sharp and impatient, but there’s no real bite to it, and you can see the concern in his eyes as he stops in front of you. He grabs a hold of your chin, his touch a little rougher than Soda’s had been, his eyes scanning over your face as he inspects your injuries. “Who did this?”

“No one,” you say quickly, pulling away from his grip. “Just some stupid ass kids at school–” You falter, watching as your brother narrows his eyes at you, suspicion and frustration warring on his face.

“Bullshit.” He scoffs, heading around the counter to grab the first aid kit tucked away under the register. “Don’t even try to lie to me. Who was is?” His hands move deftly as he opens the kit, digging through the box and pulling out a few supplies: a bottle of rubbing alcohol, gauze, and bandages.

“Why were they messing with ya? What did they want, kid?”

You frown, feeling the cut on your temple flare as your brow furrows. “I don't know what they wanted,” you spit out, glaring at him as he begins to wipe at the dried blood on your cheek. “They just started yelling at me until I yelled back, and then they came at me.”

““You yelled back?!” He barks incredulously, pausing momentarily to shoot a glare your way. “Jesus Christ, kid, have I taught you nothing?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Like you're any better.”

There's a long pause as the two of you glare at each other before Steve sighs, shaking his head and beginning to wipe at the cut on your brow, ignoring your protests as he does so.

“Whatever,” he grumbles out. “But you’re the one explaining this to dad if he asks.”

If… You think bitterly. You doubt your father will even notice; he doesn’t usually.

Steve pulls back after a moment or two, examining his work with narrowed eyes. Then, seemingly satisfied with what he sees, he closes the first aid box and tucks it back beneath the counter. He turns around and fixes you with a stern look, arms folded across his chest.

“You didn’t hit your head too badly, right? I don't want you gettin' a concussion or nothin.”

You snort derisively and shake your head. “Nah, nothing I can't take.”

“Good,” He says curtly. Then he glances behind him before leaning forward, his eyebrows pinching together. “Now, tell me who did this. And I want the truth.”

You hesitate. The last thing you want is for him to go out and start something to get himself into trouble. But it won't help to lie now, not when Soda already knows and will no doubt let it slip sooner or later.

So, reluctantly, you tell him everything, and by the end of it, his eyes are wide with shock, his hands clenched into fists, and he's muttering profanities under his breath.

“Are you fucking serious?” he snarls. “How could you let them beat the fuck outta you like that? Why didn't you run?”

You blink and stare at him in confusion for a minute, confused as to why he was so upset, until realisation dawns in your eyes.

He's scared… Scared of losing you.

You give him a crooked smile. “‘Cause you would’ve done the same thing. You would’ve fought back, the same as I did.”

He glares at you fiercely, his mouth opening as though to reply but no words seem to come out. “You’re an idiot.” He snaps after a while, and you grin.

“Takes one to know one.”

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #steve randle x reader #steve randle #dallas winston #johnny cade #the outsiders imagine #darry curtis #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #the outsiders headcanons #two bit mathews #darrel curtis #dally winston

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edutainer2022 · 1 month

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It's a little two-part glimpse into Dad Jeff going away into the sky. And Scotty being not happy about it. Baby Virgil features briefly too. Jeff Tracy tells himself things that tide him over more difficult times (but are not necessarily true).

SEPARATION ANXIETY

It was unbearable. The little face of the boy in his arms was wrought with boundless grief. Bright blue eyes full of tears and fear.

"Daddy, no gooooo! No gooooo!"

Tiny hands were clutching the collar of his uniform. The boy's voice was choking on sobs and Jeff felt his heart being ripped out. He was due at the base for a pick up and relocation for training before the Moon mission. He was a breath away from calling in his resignation right then and there and never leaving his son ever again. He forced himself to exhale and hoisted the child higher, bringing their forheads together. That gave Jeff a chance to blink away tears of his own:

"It's okay, Scotty. It's okay. Daddy will be back soon. I have a very important job for you, Bluejay. Look after Mommy and Virgie, when I'm gone, okay? Can you do that for me?"

The child's sobs halted for a moment it took him to nod very earnestly. Jeff leaned in to kiss the boy's forehead and then kiss away the tears from the blotchy little face as best he could. He turned to his wife with an apologetic smile.

Lucy was hovering in the doorway all this time, ready to intervene. Dad's departure for the Moon was a matter of wide-eyed wonder and endless enthusiasm till it was actually time for Jeff to leave. Then it quickly dissolved into a Greek tragedy. Her own hands were full with the baby. Little Virgie didn't yet understand what was happening, but he developed an uncanny ability to pick up his brother's moods. So to echo Scotty's desperate pleas, the baby's tears were now inconsolable.

Scotty settled to hug Dad's neck, so Jeff beaconed his wife with Virgie to step into the embrace. She leaned her head on his shoulder as he reached to kiss the baby.

"Are you really gonna be okay?"

She smiled up at him. So beautiful.

"We'll miss you like crazy, Flyboy. But we'll be alright. We're in good hands."

She lifted a hand to rub soothing circles on Scotty's back. The baby calmed down too and looked ready for a nap. Jeff gave himself extra minutes to just hold them all together. He didn't know yet he was already holding three sons in that embrace. Baby Johnny was to arrive while he was still thousands of miles away on the Moon. But in that moment he needed to capture the perfect memory of balance and fulfillment that would tide him over a long night in space. They were going to be alright.

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It was unthinkable. The whole situation was his worst nightmare come true. The hijacked Zero-X was obviously speeding up and overheating. He ran a quick math and the fallout would quite easily cause an extinction of life on the planet. Unacceptable - his sons lived on that planet. His mother and friends. What made matters worse was giving in to Scott's big blue pleading eyes to let him come with him in One and watch the T-drive launch. Little Allie definitely learned to step up his puppy eyes game from the best. So Jeff was now stuck with the impossible variables of his son in the blast zone and One's still untested autopilot.

"Scott, I need you to take over the controls for me!"

He was halfway out of the pilot seat, leaving One on hover. Bright blue eyes, flooded with horror, shot up at him from where Scott was adjusting the harness by the cargo doors (oh, goodness, the boy was actually prepping to board Zero-X himself!)

"Dad! You can't go down alone!"

There it was. Daddy, no gooo! Jeff had to brace himself to enter full Commander mode.

"I need you to follow Zero-X flight path, align in formation. Once I board the hull, you will bank and scout the possible fallout zone perimeter in a thousand miles radius. I need you to shoo, tow or scare away anything that will be flying or floating there, understood?"

Jeff was sorely tempted to set the milage at a farther distance (as far and as fast away as possible, just fly away, Bluejay!), but he couldn't risk Scott questioning his intent in the moment. Blue eyes were still flooded with disbelief, pleading and barely concealed tears.

"Dad, please! Let me come with you! You'll need help!"

Daddy, no goooo!

"That's an order, Thunderbird!"

When he'd come to in the Zero-X wreck, in the middle of the galactic nowhere, and for endless years to come, he'd try and soothe himself with the knowledge Scott obeyed the order and got safely away from the blast. From that point on Jeff would try to convince himself he was not worried. Scotty knew what his job was. He'd look after his brothers and Grandma. They would be alright.

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #jeff tracy #scott tracy needs his dad #jeff tracy needs a hug #mom tracy and baby virgil are there too #so is zero-x #methinks i have astronomy #my fic #thunderbirds 2015 #scott tracy needs a hug

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gumnut-logic · 1 year

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Sweetapple (Part 4 and The End)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - Bit 1, Bit 2, Bit 3 | Part 4

Still @flyboytracy ‘s fault. ::hugs you silly again:: Thank you so much for your ask.

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for reading and all her onderful support.

And also thank you so much for all your comments and likes and reblogs on this fic. I always get so excited when I actually finish a fic. I hope you find it worth it and thank you for your patience.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Gordon watched as the man’s eyes bugged out and couldn’t help but smile just a little.

This had to be Alexander Sweetapple. A shock of dishevelled pale blond hair, dark brown eyes and as much a beanpole of Johnny, the man looked like Brains on a bender.

But then considering he was an engineer, it was probably a thing they all had in common.

One hand held a disposable cup of coffee and the other some unidentified pastry.

“I am so sorry, Mr Tracy.” Was that terror in the man’s eyes?

Gordon snorted. “Not the first time I’ve touched things I’m not supposed to.”

That sent those dark eyes darting over Gordon’s current mode of transport.

He swallowed. “My present state of undress not included.”

The man actually jumped and flushed.

Gordon sighed and relented. “C’mon, Alex, sit down and tell me how this miracle stuff of yours can help save lives.”

It worked, mostly. Gordon had to admit that he had some extensive experience in corralling the nervous scientist type. Brains, early on, had a tendency to get flustered. Hell, even John and Virgil had their moments. The best way to settle their crazy brains was to get them talking about their stuff.

There was no way Gordon was going to admit he had his own babbling moments and various members of his family had been subject to sudden downloads on various marine topics.

Alex put down his coffee and, was that a bagel? And pulled up a seat beside Gordon.

“I didn’t know you were coming today.”

Gordon shrugged. “Neither did I. Got kicked off the Island.”

That prompted another stare.

There was no way he was going to discuss how stir crazy he was at the moment. Virgil had virtually kidnapped him and dragged him here simply because of some random mention of the possibilities of Siliwrap. Apparently, ANY kind of distraction was the way to go.

Alex was still staring at him.

“So, you reckon this can work underwater?”

That did it. Those dark eyes literally lit up, Alex’s mouth opened, and Gordon received a full-on run down on the possible applications of Siliwrap in a marine environment.

Okay, so maybe Virg was right. The applications were pretty awesome. Alex was currently looking at delivery systems that could work under the high pressures of the deep sea.

Alan and John would be happy with the space bits, but Gordon managed to third degree the poor man and actually found himself excited. This substance could be a game changer.

If he was understanding correctly, he could fire the Siliwrap capsule from Thunderbird Four, targeting, say, an underwater habitat. It would deploy a web of material strong enough to prevent further collapse and provide an air tight seal. Hell, those nano-polymer strands had enough strength to physically hold a structure upright long enough for a rescue.

“What about ecological effects?”

“Uh, it’s not perfect. We are looking at some microplastic contamination, but I’m looking to develop a recovery system that can gather the material and hopefully we’ll be able to recycle for reuse.” Alex sighed. “It is all still very much a work-in-progress.”

“Looks like you have some great stuff here. No wonder Virgil was impressed.”

That prompted another stare. “Virgil?”

“Uh, yeah, he and Scott met with you a few months back? Green lighted the project faster than Scott could sign the financials. Been babbling about it since.”

As if called by name, Virgil chose that moment to walk into the room with his mandatory morning coffee. His brother didn’t look much better than Alex if Gordon was honest. This was not Virgil’s time of the morning, hence the coffee…or more than one coffee apparently, as he had several in his gloved hands.

Gordon did feel guilty, but it was Virgil’s fault, really.

He’d look at that logic later.

A small whimper beside him and he turned to find Alex as pale as a ghost, eyes wide, and staring at Virgil.

-o-o-o-

Alex’s head was spinning. Not only was he talking to the Great Gordon Tracy, the man understood what he was saying. That was rare in Alex’s experience, beyond work colleagues.

He supposed that technically Mr Tracy was a work colleague, just somewhere at the top of the hierarchy. Omigod, he was talking to Gordon Tracy!

But Gordon seemed to be a pretty down to earth guy. Obviously injured by whatever had happened out there. Rumours had it that the Chaos Crew was responsible.

Watching Gordon move stiffly in his hoverchair was enough for Alex to want to throw out the purple dart board and start hunting down purple-dressed stains on humanity.

Why would anyone want to hurt the Tracys? They gave everything they had to help people.

Alex may have been feeling a little irrational. Likely due to the lack of his morning coffee which sat on the bench slowly going cold. That and the Tracy sitting next to him with such interest in his work.

It was a little dizzying.

But then Gordon mentioned Virgil and several facts clicked into place.

One, that kind man had not been Scott’s PA.

Two, he had stolen Virgil Tracy’s coffee.

And before he could recover from that realisation and its accompanying horror, Virgil Tracy himself walked through the door.

Alex’s eyes creaked in their sockets as they widened.

Mr Tracy was dressed in his International Rescue uniform, his Thunderbird Two patch prominent on his well-muscled arm. A green baldric, blue fabric, and awfully familiar dark eyes and hair.

Alex gripped the table behind him.

But most of all, his senses were suddenly assailed by the scent of THAT coffee. The fabled coffee, the holy grail of coffee, the coffee that couldn’t be named, mostly because he hadn’t been able to find it anywhere.

So instead of something intelligent, all that fell out of Alex’s mouth the moment he finally met Virgil Tracy was, “You brought coffee?”

The man grinned and handed over a precious cup. Alex couldn’t help but take it, couldn’t help but gulp most of it down, despite the burning of his mouth and oesophagus.

Did Indiana Jones drink from the Holy Grail? He couldn’t remember, but this must be what it felt like.

Warmth, flavour, and the much-vaunted caffeine filled his bloodstream.

Unfortunately, along with sanity came the realisation of exactly what he had done.

Again.

Oh, god.

He peered over the rim of his coffee cup.

Both Gordon and Virgil were grinning at him.

He couldn’t help but notice how much that grin was lighting up Virgil’s face. He looked tired, but for this moment, he was more amused than anything else.

Alex caved. “I am sooo sorry!”

That prompted a full and deep belly laugh from the man.

Alex couldn’t help but blush.

Gordon snorted. “I wouldn’t worry. There’s plenty more where that came from.”

He turned to the aquanaut and had to resist grabbing him and demanding information. “Where? Where does he get that coffee from? I’ve been hunting for it everywhere.”

Gordon rolled his eyes. “You two are going to get on just fine. Virg, has an industrial strength coffee machine on Thunderbird Two. It has saved my life on many an occasion. The man is a bear without his addiction juice.”

“Hey.”

“I say it as I see it, Virg, you know that.”

“That’s up for debate. Besides, you’ve availed yourself of my ‘addiction juice’ often enough.”

“In moderation, bro, not by the gallon.”

“Now you’re just exaggerating.”

Gordon held up a finger. “Hey, Brains monitors that thing. Scott demanded it after the incident with the polar bear. No exaggeration required.”

“That wasn’t my fault-“

“Alan disagrees.”

“Gordon-“

Alex just stared as the two brothers argued in front of him.

He watched Virgil mostly. There was a glint in the man’s eyes, as if this ‘argument’ was a good thing.

Alex took another sip of his blessed coffee and tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t make him look like the idiot he was.

“Virgil, drink your juice and become human, I’m begging you.”

Eyebrows glared at the injured man. “I’m fine, Gordon. These are for Alex. He obviously appreciates my coffee.”

Alex suddenly had three more genuine Thunderbird Two coffees shoved into his hand.

“Really?”

“Sure. You obviously appreciate a fine brew, unlike Fishhead here.” He thumbed in Gordon’s direction.

Alex couldn’t argue with that. Well, except maybe with the fishhead thing, but he had more of THAT coffee in his hands. The realisation that Thunderbird Two was the source was a little disheartening as it wasn’t as if he could put in an order. Because, you know, Thunderbird?

He wondered if Virgil made them himself. Maybe he could get tips.

“Virg, I think you broke him.” Gordon’s voice interrupted the mess in Alex’s head. “You do realise he hasn’t finished his work yet? He has some cool stuff happening with this Siliwrap of his, I want in.”

“Thought you might.”

Alex looked up from the coffee cups in his hands and finally managed to open his mouth and say something that didn’t threaten his career. “Thank you.”

Virgil smiled at him. “Not a problem. I can recognise a fellow connoisseur.” Another glare at his brother. “Unlike some.”

Gordon rolled his eyes. “Okay, enough about the addiction juice. Virgil, you were right. There, I admit it. Alex’s work is totally cool. When do I get a working prototype?”

“When you stop terrorising my engineers.” He turned to Alex. “Your progress has been exceptional. And my apologies for us dropping by unannounced.” Yet another glare at Gordon. “But Gordon was very interested in your results.”

“Um, it’s okay. I, um, am glad he’s interested.”

“Hey, Virg is a bit of an engineer-“ That prompted a glare from said engineer and a smirk from Gordon. “-maybe he can help with that temperature issue you were having with the projectile launcher.”

“Uh, sure?” Virgil appeared at least politely interested.

Alex grabbed his notebook with all his hand-scribbled notes, but then shoved it aside and activated the holoprojector instead. He explained the issue to a very interested pair of dark eyes.

There really was something to be admired regarding the man’s eyebrows. They were just-

Focus.

He ended his explanation and then - he really shouldn’t have been surprised because this was Virgil Tracy - Virgil started speaking the language of engineering. Questions, possible solutions to investigate, they had an amazing discussion, swapping ideas. Virgil seemed to relax into the topic, all weariness fleeing and being replaced by inspired energy. Alex couldn’t help but get excited himself. So rare was it to be able to discuss his ideas with anyone.

At some point, Gordon excused himself, smirking about who knew what, but Alex didn’t really pay him much attention. Virgil offered some great leads. A few experiments were needed, but the concepts looked promising.

At one point Erica bounded into the room, took one look at Alex and the still fully uniformed International Rescue operative, minus the gloves he had discarded at some point earlier, both hunched over the scribbled diagrams in the back of Alex’s notebook.

She squeaked something about Thunderbird Two and backed out of the room hurriedly.

Their conversation eventually drifted off Siliwrap and into some of the mechanics of particular rescue situations. Virgil didn’t give Alex enough information to identify the actual incidents, but discussed an array of the problems he had encountered.

Alex was in his element. Virgil so clearly spoke his language, and Alex was quite excited when he was able to return the favour of a few possible leads for some of Virgil’s projects.

They weren’t much, but Virgil seemed to take them on board quite happily.

Until the IR insignia on Virgil’s baldric lit up.

The operative froze for a split second, and then straightened, his stance switching from relaxed to alert. A quick conversation with someone Alex couldn’t hear and Virgil signed off.

“Sorry, play time is up.” An apologetic smile.

Play time?

Virgil yanked his gloves on. “We should do this again. What do you say?”

Uh? “Sure.”

Another smile in Alex’s direction, this time a little lopsided. “I’m sorry. This happens a lot.” He reached out and touched Alex’s shoulder. “Keep up the great work.”

And then the man was moving…fast.

Alex hurried to follow as he ran out the door and down the corridor, outside, and Alex was confronted by the fact Thunderbird Two was winding up to a roar on the landing field beside the facility.

Virgil Tracy ran across the grass, Gordon and his hoverchair appearing from somewhere, trailing several staff members as his ‘chair moved faster than was probably legal.

People were standing around like stunned seagulls.

Virgil and Gordon reached the Thunderbird and clambered onto a platform under its nose.

Both turned and waved as it sucked them inside.

A moment later, the thunder part of Thunderbird made itself known as VTOL rockets unfolded beneath its undercarriage and lit up, filling the air with sound.

A graceful leap into the air, the Thunderbird banked over the complex, and tore off to the north.

Then it was gone.

The sudden silence was a vacuum.

“Wow.”

He turned to find Erica standing next to him, staring up at the sky.

“You can say that again.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.”

A moment of silence…and realisation.

“He brought me coffee.”

He felt Erica’s incredulous eyes on him, but didn’t respond.

Virgil Tracy had brought him amazing coffee and amazing conversation.

He might just survive on that fact for the rest of his life.

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FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds #Gordon Tracy #Virgil Tracy #alexander sweetapple #nuttyfic #flyboytracy's fault

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gloomykiz · 4 months

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Thinking about a shojou au for giocy

My mutual and I have talking about this au!

Obviously it starts with lucy being late, she crashes into giorno while running to school, she apologizes but she notices one thing:

Her wallet is gone and she can't find it, even though she distinctly remembers taking it before leaving.

Giorno stole it, cause he's a bit silly like that.

More under cut!

She finally comes to school and meets her friend, trish una (they are besties fr)

Since lucy is still New, Trish introduces her to narancia, fugo, mista and...

"AAAAAH! You're the one that stole my wallet!" lucy yells when she sees giorno lmao.

Trish scolds giorno ofc and demands he gives it back.

Because of the wallet stealing, lucy doesn't have a very good impression of him at first

She wonders why everyone loves him and fangirls over him

Lowkey has beef tbh

She never says anything though

But Giorno notices

Lucy likes to go to a garden, she takes care of the plants there, or just likes to de-stress

And what do you know giorno is there too!

Giorno is probably feeding a stray cat hehehe

Lucy just watches him, she lowkey wants to pet the cat.. He notices ofc.

Giorno asks her if she wants to pet the cat.

She's like "uh sure"

And they have a cute little quiet moment between them

They don't say anything for a second, the cat is just really cute

And lucy breaks the silence by saying it is!

Giorno agrees :)

Also! When lucy gets home from school on the day she meets giorno. she tells johnny about her wallet being stolen lol

Johnny goes full older brother mode

He wants to beat the shit out of the guy that stole her wallet lmao

he also tells her to be more careful though!

Giorno probably lives alone in a dorm

While lucy lives with Johnny and Erina maybe?

To add some supernatural elements to it, we could say Dio is still a vampire in this au lol

Lucy and giorno start seeing each other in the garden more often, mostly to see the cat.

Lucy starts buying cat food and actually starts looking forward to going to the garden!

She wonders why giorno always takes time to take care of the cat

She asks him why and he answers saying he can't take it into the dorm lol.

She tells him it must be lonely living alone.

Giorno says "not really"

It was better then living with his mother and step-dad.

Lucy grows to have a better impression of him everytime she sees him.

Aaand she starts crushing on him hehe.

I think that's i'll write for now :)

#giorno giovanna #lucy steel #jjba headcanons #jojo headcanons #jjba vento auero #jjba golden wind #jjba part 7 #jjba part 5 #jjba #giorno x lucy #lucy x giorno #jojo part 7 #jojo giorno #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 5 #jojo no kimyō na bōken #jjba hcs

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old-fanfiction · 3 years

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Hello! I really love your Obey me! Posts, May i request for the Brothers + The no longer Undateables reacting to the Child!MC being hurt? Like, they fall form stairs because a demon push them, as an example. sorry if I didn't explain it well, the english is not my native language

Brothers + Undateables: Child MC Getting Hurt

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It's no problem! And your English is amazing!

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Lucifer

Have you seen that Gordon Ramsey meme?

Basically that's the entire situation.

He instantly has you in his arms and is hugging you, making sure you're okay.

Is you're crying, than he's going to sit with you for as long as you need.

As soon as you're okay, he's passing you off to one of his brothers and hunting down the fucker who hurt you.

And if they're never seen again? Oh well.

Cerberus needed some new bones to chew on.

Oop this got dark—

Mammon

He scoops you up in his arms and he's fucking running for his life.

Either Lucifer was there and he doesn't want to see shit go down, or he's actually calling Lucifer to deal with the 'issue'.

He'll set you down on his bed and make sure you're okay.

Skinned your knee? No problem. He's got some Band-aids and Neosporin.

Levi

He does not know how to handle a hurt child.

He'll most likely stand there paralyzed I fear with his hands in the air, looking around frantically for someone to help.

If no one comes to the rescue, he'll most likely pat you back, sit down beside you, and talk to you to distract you.

He'll probably tell you a story.

Asmo

Besides Lucifer, he'll be one of the most protective.

Like, this demon pushes you, and all you hear is,

*very loud offended gasp* "bitch"

And you know that demon is running for his life. Like, he's fucking booking it.

Asmo is literally just gliding behind his inching closer with this scary grin.

And you know he has a makeup brush with a knife on the back, like those sword canes.

That bitch is dead.

And then he just calmly returns to you and ushers you to his room to patch you up and have a spa day.

Satan

This man is mad.

Like, fuck his books, he can get new ones, he'll just throw them at this demon's face.

Hope someone is around to cover your ears, because the words coming out of this man's mouth are... not appropriate.

In the end, Lucifer has Satan chained up Bakugou-style to give him time to cool down and not kill anyone.

Beel

This man— this fucking angel, just talks it out.

Not joke picks you up, makes sure you're okay, gives you a treat, and then walks up to the demon.

He gives this demon the most sad, puppydog-eyed look and asks them why they were being so mean.

In the end, the demon apologizes to both of you.

Belphie

This man sees what this demon did and is fully awake for the first time since he fell.

He just fucking strangles the guy.

Like you just threw him out of the Pokeball and that's the first attack he could think of.

Diavolo

He's doing the whole vein-pulsing-anime-thing. Because, on one hand, he's the leader of Devildom and he should just work this out.

But also,,,,

This person hurt you, and so, who would blame him for putting this demon in the dungeon for the rest of their days?

In the end he let's Barbatos deal with the demon while he comforts you.

He just goes full dad mode, bouncing you on his knee and telling you stories and stuff.

Barbatos

I feel like this could go two ways.

Be either calmly talks it out with the two of you,

He takes you off to bake cookies and cheer you up, turning to glare at the demon who hurt you.

They're not found the next day.

Luke

This boy makes a ruckus.

He's screaming and crying, talking about how all demons are jerks.

Within seconds Simeon is by his side calming down the situation.

Simeon

Simeon's Spiderman senses were just sorta tinglin', y'know?

So he turns around only to see Luke screaming and you at the bottom of the stairs with a smug looking demon.

He struts up and grabs you like a middle aged mom walking through a busy store with her misbehaving children.

He is ANGRY.

Fucking furious.

Solomon

He's ready to Avada Kadavera this bitch.

Like his wand is at the ready.

He just scoops you up, and as he's walking away he gives the demon that gay little wave with his E.T. fingers and does the Johnny Depp Willy Wonka smile.

They regret it.

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Manhunt

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Requested by: anon ‘Hey, I saw that your requests are open. Can I request a Tommy Shelby fic where y/n gets kidnapped, please? Maybe Tommy’s getting extremely angry and worried and only calms down when he gets her back. Of course it’s up to you. Female reader if possible. Thank you so much :)’

Warnings: kidnapping, violence, swearing, injury (result of knife, beatings)

Bold italics = flashback

Gif creds to owner

“Where the fuck’ve you been?” Polly demanded from her desk, arms folded and lips pursed as Tommy stumbled through the door.

“Ah, let him be, Pol,” Arthur grinned, clapping him on the back. “Reckon his head’s still on his honeymoon. Been stuck in bed with the missus all morning, eh, brother?”

Tommy smirked boyishly. “No. Fuckin’ car broke down. Anyway, YN left ours hours ago, said she was seeing Ada before she buggers back off to London,”

At that moment, Ada walked through the door, holding one of John and Esme’s kids on her hip, bouncing him gently. “I haven’t seen YN today, Tom. Didn’t show up to our reservation in that nice cafe. Haven’t heard from her, so I just thought she was with you,”

Tommy frowned deeply. “But... she left at half eight to catch the bus. I told her I’d give her a lift but she said she needed to run a few errands before she met up with you,” he checked his pocket watch quickly. “It’s gone noon. Are you lot sure you haven’t heard from or seen her?”

“Tom, it’s fine, she’s probably just caught up in the shops or something,” John said, lighting a cigarette.

“No. It’s not fucking fine, Johnboy. She left at half eight this morning, stood Ada up in her favourite cafe- and she’s been going on about it for weeks- and no one has seen hide nor hair of her for hours. Something’s wrong,”

Jaw set harshly, Tommy strode out of the betting shop, closely followed by his brothers. “Oi! Finn. Run and tell Sergeant Moss that I said to have a search party out. Tell him YN’s missing. Then on your way back, go to Charlie’s yard and tell him to keep an eye on the canals for her, alright. Good lad,” Finn nodded and began to run as fast as his legs would carry him.

“What about us, Tommy?” Arthur said. “Tell us what to do,”

***

Slowly, your eyes opened, though you still couldn’t see anything- a length of fabric covered your eyes, blocking out all light. Every inch of your body ached, and you became vaguely aware of the stinging sensation at your wrists- they were bound behind your back, the tightly knitted rope rubbing your skin raw. Judging by the slight jostling movement of your body and the hum of an engine below you, you were in a vehicle, being driven god knows where.

Deciding to keep quiet, you took some deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself, trying your hardest to recall the previous hours...

***

“I’ll see you later, Tom,” you smiled, giving your grinning husband a final kiss goodbye before setting off to the bus stop. Tommy had offered you a lift, but you declined, saying something about errands and scenery. It was an alright day, by British standards, the sun trying its hardest to peak through the thin clouds.

You were halfway to the bus stop when you felt a presence behind you. Hurrying your steps a little more, knowing the old gentleman from the village would likely be at the stop for his weekly shop, if you could just get around this bend, you dared a look behind you, before colliding head on with something- or rather someone.

“I’m terribly sorry, sir,” you said, making to step around him, but his arms shot out, grasping onto you while the man behind you yanked a fistful of your hair, tugging your head backwards.

“Don’t you worry, Shelby,” he said, a slight accent lacing his low voice. “You will be,”

You tried to stamp your heels down on the attackers’ shins, you made to bite the hands closest to your face, to wriggle as much as you could. As you began to scream, a damp cloth was held over your nose and mouth, making your eyes roll back and your body slacken, allowing the two men to drag you to their vehicle, hidden by the shrubbery and blossoming trees and the loud caws of the birds.

***

Tommy was in full panic mode. He had Peaky Blinders scouring the whole of Birmingham, Sergeant Moss had managed to telephone the London police and have a telegram sent to every constabulary in the country to keep an eye out. Johnny Doggs had the Lee boys out, and Charlie was stopping every boat the passed through the cut.

Tommy kicked the table in the betting shop, sending papers and coins flying. “Where the fuck is she?” He roared, eyes flashing with some anger, but mostly fear.

“We’re doing everything we can, Thomas,” Polly said firmly, patting her nephews back and pushing a cup of tea into his hands. “It’s well sugared. You need the energy,”

“It’s not fucking enough!” He yelled, taking one sip of the tea before slamming the cup down, sloshing the table. “She could be anywhere and we’re sat here like idiots!”

Polly sighed, retreating to man the phone, waiting for someone, anyone to phone with knowledge of your whereabouts.

“It’ll be alright, brother,” John said. “Esme’s down with the Lees making sure none of them are sat twiddling their thumbs. Moss has every copper in Birmingham on the case. Even the London coppers are looking for a Shelby, and their almost all under Solomons and Sabini,”

Tommy was quiet for a moment before he looked between his brothers. “Solomons and Sabini...” he said slowly, processing the information before his face hardened.

“Solomons is a mad bastard,” Arthur said quietly.

“Right. Car, now. We’re going to London,”

***

The blind fold was removed, but you still couldn’t see much. One of your eyes was swollen shut, and the room you were in was plunged in almost complete darkness. Your hands were still tied, only now they (along with your ankles) were bound to a chair. You tried to shuffle the chair along, but it made a loud grating scraping noise, and caused a blinding pain to shoot through your nerves. Something was definitely broken.

“Shelby,”

The voices echoed around the room as you heard the men draw closer, their footsteps rapping sharply against the concrete ground. You strained your good eye, trying to make out their faces, but you could only make out vague face shapes, plunged in shadows.

“I told you, I don’t have any information!” You said urgently, preparing yourself for another punch or kick.

It didn’t come. Instead you felt the cold edge of a thin blade pressing against your swollen cheek. He dragged the blade slowly and you hissed as your cheek bloomed with stinging pain, feeling your hot blood trickle down your face and neck.

“We don’t want information,” the other man said lowly as you felt the tip of the knife press against your neck briefly. You held your breath, preparing for the worst, before the blade dropped. You let out a shaky breath of relief, which quickly turned into a groan of pain as a thick finger dragged along the fresh wound. “We don’t need one of Shelby’s whores for information,” you shut your eyes tightly, willing your tears not to fall. “We want to destroy Tommy Shelby,”

***

“Thomas! Thomas! Stop the fucking car now!”

The car squealed to a halt and Tommy almost tripped over his own feet in his haste. “This had better be good, Pol,” he growled, grabbing hold of the phone. “Speaking,”

“That you, Tommy?”

Tommy gritted his teeth. “Aye, Solomons. Make it quick. I’ve no time for business now,”

“Yeah, I know, right. Right fuckin’ fuss you’ve kicked up, yeah. Looking for that wife of yours, I heard. Well, Tommy, my coppers have been out and about , right, searchin’ high and fuckin’ low. Found nothin’ right,”

“Alfie,” tommy hissed. “I’m on my way down to London, now. If you’ve got no information, I don’t wanna hear any of your fuckin’ stories, alright?”

“Oi, you watch your tone, Tommy. I’m getting there. See now, Ollie’s missus’s got a friend whose friend is the wife of a fuckin’ wop, right. She says, right, that your wife, YN, had been on Sabini’s fuckin’ hit list from the very start. He’s got his coppers trying to dismiss this ever so mysterious disappearance, right. But my coppers, yeah, Tommy, you followin’?”

“I’m following,” tommy said through gritted teeth.

“Right, well my coppers have received a tip off from one of Sabini’s coppers that there’s some funny business going on in the old abandoned warehouse, you know the one, the one up in Cheltenham, what the anarchists set fire to,”

“You sure, Alfie?”

“Course I’m fuckin’ sure. Off you go, Tommy,”

***

How long you had been on the floor for, you had no idea. Your arms and legs were no longer bound- not that it made any difference. You couldn’t move without a fresh round of pain turning your stomach. Tears mixed with blood on your cheeks; you could barely keep your eyes open; you lay next to a pool of your own vomit due to the pain; your clothes were soaking with your own blood and urine; you were ready to die.

***

Gunshots. Three of them.

Three voices shouting, although you couldn’t distinguish what they were saying.

The door swung open, flooding the room with light. You made to lift your head up off the floor, but sobbed in agony.

“Fuckin’ hell!”

“YN, it’s alright, I’m here! They’re gone, I’ve got you,”

You felt the familiar warm hands on your body, the strong arms lifting you, the distinct smell. But you couldn’t open your eyes- you were simply too tired.

“Tommy...” you breathed, one hand bunched up in his coat.

“Shhh, I’m here, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. We’re gonna get you help, okay, my love. Don’t you worry one bit, okay?”

You nodded, trusting your eyes to shut, knowing that this time, tommy would be there to shake you awake, preventing you from giving into the darkness.

#tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby headcanon #tommy Shelby x reader #tommy Shelby x you #tommy Shelby angst #tommy Shelby #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #request #2021

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I Wanna Know You | Matthew Tkachuk

I heard this hannah montana song in a store at the beginning of december, immediately thought of Matthew, and then spent a week with it stuck in my head and trying to plan it out. sorry this isn’t a request, but I needed a break from writing them to remember why I loved writing. yikes. anyway, apparently I’m still incapable of writing fics that aren’t based on or inspired by songs. maybe one day...

length: 2.4k words

When I saw you over there, I didn't mean to stare But my mind was everywhere, I wanna know you

Matthew Tkachuk was magnetic. He’d always been like that, loud, the center of attention, lighting up whatever room he’d walked into. He thrived when all eyes were on him, and he lived to make people smile. That’s where you met him, at a party just before the start of the season, in Gio’s backyard on a night that wasn’t quite summer and not quite fall, either.

You were friends with Johnny's girlfriend, and she’d insisted that you come along. She’d told you that no one would care, and she had been right, because no one had paid you any mind other than asking what you wanted to drink. Besides, looking around, you were pretty sure other people had brought plus-ones or plus-twos and threes.

Matthew was holding court in a corner of the yard, always with a shitty beer in his hand and a small crowd of people around him. Your eyes kept being drawn to him, not just for the way whatever stories he was telling periodically sent up peals of laughter into the night sky, but for the way his face lit up when he talked.

He caught you in the kitchen when you were grabbing water.

“I don’t know you,” he said bluntly. You were taken aback. “I mean-” Matthew shook his head. “I’m Matthew,” he said, holding out the hand that wasn’t holding yet another Bud Light.

“I know,” you said before you could stop yourself.

Matthew laughed. “You a fan?”

“Would you stop talking to me if I told you I were an Oilers fan?” You mostly just wanted to see what he would say.

Matthew wrapped an arm around your shoulders and dragged you back outside. “Nope.”

There's a mark above your eye, you got it in July Fightin' for your sister's reputation

It was well after dark, and you’d had more than a few drinks. Which probably amounted to whatever courage it took to reach out and poke Matthew in the forehead where he was sitting next to you at a bonfire someone had built.

“Ow,” Matthew said, rubbing his forehead. You hadn’t even poked him hard enough to leave a mark, but there was something there, a cut just above his eyebrow that had barely healed all the way.

“How’d you get that?” you asked.

On your other side, Noah snorted. Matthew flipped him off. “I’ll have you know that I was defending my little sister’s honor.” Noah laughed outright now. “Okay, she and Luke Hughes were arguing about something dumb down at the Lake this summer, and I stepped in.”

“And?” you prompted, because you could tell the story didn’t end there.

“And I wasn’t paying attention where I was walking and fell off the end of the dock and hit my head.” Matthew somehow managed to look sheepish while grinning as the group sitting around the fire burst out laughing. He rubbed at his forehead again wryly. “My mom says it’s gonna scar,” he added.

“Maybe leave out the falling off a dock part next time you tell the story,” you told him.

Matthew grinned at you and winked. You settled back into your lawn chair and took a sip of your drink, watching as Matthew launched into another tale of something that happened at the lake over the summer, thinking that you could get used to this.

Matthew kissed you for the first time later that night, alone in the hallway as the party was winding down, still tasting a little of beer, and, yeah, you could definitely get used to this.

And valentines are lame So you bring me flowers just for no occasion

The first time Matt brought you flowers for no reason, you were suspicious. It wasn’t your birthday, or anniversary, or Valentine’s Day– and he hadn’t missed any of those things, either. But there they were, waiting on the table in your apartment when you got home from work. You knew they were from Matthew because the card had one of his dumb cheesy jokes on it, but you still didn’t know why they were from Matthew. You snapped a picture and sent it to him, simply asking, “what did you do?”

Matt called you instead of responding.

“What did you do?” you asked again.

“What makes you think I did something?” Matthew asked. You could hear him pouting.

“Why else would you give me flowers?” You were still a little anxious about it, and Matthew wasn’t exactly helping. “How did you even get them in my apartment, anyway?” The Flames were on a road trip, had flown out to Chicago that morning.

“Used your spare key and dropped ‘em off before I went to the airport this morning,” he said. He sounded a little proud of himself.

“Matthew,” you sighed. “I gave you my spare key for emergencies,” you chided.

“And I needed to give you flowers!”

“Matt!”

“Okay, I just-” Matthew cut himself off. “My dad used to send my mom flowers from longer road trips, and I always thought that would be something I would do one day.” Matt trailed off, and he sounded hesitant for the first time all conversation.

You reached out and ran your fingers over the petals on one of the roses in the bouquet. They were pretty, and it was cute that Matthew had wanted to give you flowers, had thought of it while getting ready for a road trip in the middle of a busy season.

“You couldn’t have at least put them in a vase?” you asked, grinning, though Matthew couldn’t see you.

Matt huffed out a laugh, surprised. “I was running late!”

“Yeah, well, now these poor flowers are half-dead,” you told him, holding your phone between your shoulder and your ear so you could root through your cabinets for a vase to rescue the flowers that were indeed wilting a little.

“Then I’ll just have to send you more,” he said.

“Oh my God, Matthew.”

The flowers kept coming throughout that first season together, with no real rhyme or reason: before some road trips, whether they were over a week or just two days, or when he came home from a road trip, showing up at your door and producing a bouquet with a flourish and a crooked grin. It always meant that Matthew had been thinking of you, no matter where he was.

You smile, nеver shout You stand out in a crowd

As Matthew got older, he had developed a habit of adopting rookies. It was entertaining to watch: Matthew, not really much older than a rookie himself, but with an A on his chest nonetheless, going full big brother-mode on all the kids fresh into the league.

Which is why you were woken up in the middle of the night by a phone call from one of said rookies. You listened to Matthew stumble out of bed and root around for a hoodie in the dark, grumbling under his breath about “idiot kids.”

“What happened?” you asked, still half-asleep.

“Fucking ow,” he said, tripping over one of his shoes. “Fucking Zary got in a fight at a bar or something, I don’t know. He asked me to come pick him up.” Matthew had managed to get matching shoes on his feet, and was now looking for his keys. “I’ll be back with him later if I don’t kill him.”

Matthew did not kill Zary, just drove him home and directed him to the guest bedroom to sleep it off, because he did love his rookies, though he would never admit it to anyone.

The next morning, Connor was waiting nervously in the kitchen when you both woke up.

“Coffee, kid?” Matt asked.

“I didn’t start the fight!” Connor blurted.

Matthew snorted. “I didn’t ask, but good for you, kid.” He started fiddling with his coffee maker.

“You’re not gonna, like, yell at me?”

“Do you want me to?”

You laughed softly. “Be nice, Matthew.”

“I’m always nice!” Matthew protested. “And, no, I’m not gonna yell, but you are bag skating after practice for a week,” he told Zary, pointing a fork at him. The piece of fruit he’d had speared on it fell off and hit the floor. “Ah, fuck.”

You're fragile and you're strong A beautiful and perfect combination

For the most part, Matthew didn’t let much bother him. He was good at leaving the game on the ice, not taking anything too personally. He did, however, take his game very seriously. He was always trying to be better, for himself for the team, and he prided himself on becoming a leader in the locker room over the years. He took bad losses to heart, and he was the first to blame himself for any mistakes he made.

The Flames were having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, well, couple of weeks. Okay, maybe you were exaggerating just a little, but it certainly wasn’t pretty. They were losing more than they were winning– they lost every game on a four game road trip, the games they were winning were sloppy, and they were losing ground in the standings. To make matters worse, in the latest game, Matthew had missed an easy goal on an empty net. Yeah, definitely not pretty.

You made it home before him and waited.

Matthew slammed the front door when he came in, but there wasn’t a lot of force behind it, like he was too exhausted even for frustration. You had been idly watching an Oilers game because it was on, but you turned the TV off when Matt came into the living room. He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket, his tie wasn’t tied properly anymore, and his dress shirt was rumpled.

“Oh, babe,” you said. Matthew made a face at you. “Do you want to change or just-”

“Cuddle?” Matt asked.

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Come over here.”

Matt wasted no time in coming over and flopping gracelessly onto the couch with his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, and he pressed into your hand.

Matthew sighed, long and loud, ending in “Fuck.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you tried, but you both knew you were lying.

Matthew opened one eye to glare at you. “I hate this so much,” he said. There was a crease between his eyebrows, and he’d been chewing on his bottom lip. He sat up and pushed his hands through his already messy hair. “I don’t understand what’s wrong, we’re supposed to be a better team than this.”

You really weren’t sure how to comfort Matthew, but you hated seeing him like this. You reached out and took one of his hands, pulling him in for a hug. He slumped against you like his strings had been cut.

“I’m supposed to be better than this,” he whispered, and there it was. Matthew could grin his way through a game, letting chirps and insults roll off his shoulders, but when it came down to it, he would always be worried about being good enough, always wanting to impress everyone. To make people proud.

“Oh, babe,” you said again, but this time your heart broke a little for him. Matthew sighed again. “This is not your fault, you know that. You are good, and you’re a good team. You’ll get through this just fine.”

Matthew huffed like he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t argue with you. You sat quietly in the dark living room for a while, long enough you thought Matthew had fallen asleep.

“Hey,” you said quietly. Matthew stirred and stretched. “You have a couple days off next weekend. Do you wanna drive out to Banff and do something?”

Matthew perked up immediately. “Can we go dog sledding?”

I like how you are with me In our future history

It was the end of the season, and you were at another backyard party at the Giordano’s. You were idly watching Matthew chase some of his teammates’ kids around. Well, actually, Matt was being chased by some and chasing some others. You weren’t sure how anyone knew who was doing the chasing. The other girls were chatting around you, but you were only half-listening as you watched Matthew scoop up a giggling Tillie Backlund and spin her around.

You couldn’t help but think about how Matthew would be with kids of your own one day.

“I’m too young for baby fever,” you muttered into your sangria.

Annica laughed next to you, following your gaze. “He’ll be a good dad one day,” she commented.

“You are not helping!” The other girls were laughing, now, too.

“Have you two ever really talked about the future?” Meredith asked.

You scoffed. You hadn’t even been together for a year yet. “Not really,” you admitted.

Your eyes didn’t leave Matthew as he flopped into the grass and let the kids swarm him. And yet. Matthew hadn’t stopped talking about how much he couldn’t wait for you to come down to St. Louis this summer, to really meet his family, to spend time down at the lake with everyone. How much his family was going to love you.

You’d always dreamed of your future, of a picture-perfect wedding and a few kids and a dog. Growing up, the man of your dreams had always been just that, a dream, but lately when you thought about the future, Matthew was always there. That certainly felt like something important.

After a few more minutes, Matthew extricated himself from the small mob of kids and made his way over to you, pulling the empty chair next to you close and kissing your temple as he dropped into it.

“What’re you guys gossiping about?” Matt asked, plucking your glass from your hand and taking a drink. He made a face, but didn’t give it back to you.

“You’re great with all those kids,” Lauren said pointedly. Matthew beamed.

Your group dissipated a little not long after that, and Matthew tugged you out of your own chair and into his lap. He poked you in the side a couple times.

“You’re awfully quiet.” You made a noncommittal noise. “What’re you thinking about, babe?” he asked.

You nosed at his jawline, pressed a kiss there. “You ever think about having kids?” you murmured.

Matt’s arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer into him. “Yeah, of course.” He was smiling softly at you. “Oh.”

You giggled a little. “Just one day,” you added.

Matthew kissed you, just a quick peck. “Yeah, one day,” he said.

One day didn’t feel so far away if you knew it would be Matthew by your side. Maybe you’d be used to his antics by then.

And maybe someday down the road I'll sit back and say to myself, "Yeah, I thought so"

#cait writes things #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk fic #matthew tkachuk imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Twenty First Lines

I was tagged by @sagechanoafterdark, thank you for the tag Lovely 💚

Like Sage in her Post, Im might do a extra line or two to give a real feel for it. Im also going to do it random, not just my latest ones, because to be honest, I dont know when I posted some things and in what order.

I have forgotten about some of these! It was fun seeing them again.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some of your favorite writers!

The cold steel of the pole easily slicked along your heated thighs as you spun around it, your head tipping back as the rush of the club’s sultry lights turned into blurs will you easily landed on your toes. You Can Be The Boss- Mob!Steve x You x Mob!Bucky

The family settled and a few weeks later, morning started out normal for the rest of the household , but didn’t start that way for Andy. His coughing never seemed to break and he was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Home Sweet Home: Catch ‘Em Andy Barber x You

You unlocked the apartment door and stepped into the blessed warm house, sighing in relief at the smell that hit your senses. “God Sam, that smells so damn good.” Go Relax Sam Wilson x You

“Fuck!” He hissed above you before collapsing over you, his words muffled in your shoulder, and you, with your ankles hooked together, heels digging into his ass cheek and purring underneath him, nuzzled his shoulder with a satisfied sigh, your hands smoothing up and down his back in a loving gesture, was how you found yourself in a slightly lightning room. “The Barnes Special” Bucky Barnes x You

Early morning light streamed across Curtis’ face, and he slung his arm over his eyes to block out the light with a groan. But he still had a grin, cause for 17 years there was no significance to day and night. Just This Forever Moment Curtis Everett x You (Life After Snowpiercer)

They had to make fun where they could, You would make up games with a die you still had, your younger brother, Matt sitting cross legged across from you on the bunk and a 4 year old Edgar in your lap, leaning over as much as possible without falling out of your lap. Taken (Early Years) Curtis Everett x You (Life After Snowpiercer)

After you two came to a stalemate, you insisted on heading back outside and helping the remaining wolves. Attack Of The Winter Wolf: Salvaging The Lost Alpha Steve x Little One

“Weekend plans?” Sam asked Steve while they waited for the logs to be unloaded from the back of the truck to be sent into the mill to be filed down and then Steve could arrange to have them shipped out to buyers. The Pack: Heated Petals Alpha Steve x Little One

Ransom perched his sunglasses on the end of his nose as he peered over the frames to the quaint storefront you had him stop at. Surprising Finds Ransom x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

“Come on Baby, just one more.” Ransom hissed against your ear, his tongue swiping over the shell of your ear while tightening his hold on your throat, your sobs coming out half strangled from needing to come on his cock that he kept pounding into you. You Can’t Get Better Then A Thrombey Ransom Drysdale x Reader

“Baby wake up.” You heard a husky whisper in your ear as well as a rough scrape against your shoulder from Franks cheek as he pressed in close to your back, the soft hairs of his chest pressed into your sleepy warm skin and you muttered a no into your pillow as you hid your face into the cotton covers. Remember? Frank Adler x You

“Don’t start Y/N” Frank snapped a bit while glancing at you. Oppressive Frank Adler x You

Mike’s hand rubbed against his chin as he parked his rundown truck, the vehicle shuddering to a stop. Taking The Risks Chapter One Mike Weiss x You

You rolled in bed and was not surprised to find Paul’s spot slowly cooling. Although a glance at your bedside clock showed 7:30 am, which for you was early, it was sufficiently late for Paul. Moments Of Bliss Paul Diskant x You

“You came from where?” Sam questioned with a tilt of his head, arms folded across his chest as he raised a quizzical brow at the man in all red. This Is Still Marvel, Right? Deadpool x Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x You

As you were dragged away, you could hear the cheers echoing off the steel walls. Wilfords Demands: Separated Curtis Everett x You

“We’re not dropping the money! Push it, it can go over that ridge.” Recovering Your Catfish: Changes Frank “Catfish” Morales x You

You pick up a flute glass from a bypassing waitress and bring the bubbling liquid to your lips. The fizz tickled your nose as you sipped while glancing around the room, another social obligation that Sue and Reed’s were throwing for the science community. Feeding The Flames: Take A Seat Johnny Storm x You

“You are sure about this Johnny?” You asked as he ducked his head out of the riders changing room, glancing around at the semi darkened arena. Feeding The Flames: Wild Ride Johnny Storm x You

Bucky did just as he promised, he read until it was later in the evening, and then when he checked the time, he snapped the book shut and set it aside. The Perfect Life Part Four Dark!Steve Rogers x Dark!Bucky Barnes x You

“Okay Brian, you want this rom com to deliver.” Mike cracked his knuckles and let his fingers lower over the keys, starting to type out the main character’s opening scene, picturing the actress Brian described as standing just behind him, sitting at your kitchen table your grandmother gave you, picking at plates of food. Sweet, Spice and Hot Water Is Always Nice (Playing It Cool AU) Mike (Me) x You

SNEAK PEEK STORIES

Ransom could only begin to guess what he would be walking into while he made his way up the steps to his front door. It was Christmas after all and you were in full holiday mode. Holiday Ransom Special Ransom Drysdale x You

<You are the one who let her go in there.> The Silver Alpha snarled out agitated while Steve paced nearby, wearing a path through the grass, trampling it down till it tore the delicate blades, leaving the scent of green vegetation in the plant's distress. Attack Of The Winter Wolf Chapter 5 Alpha Steve x Little One

“But Steve!” You whined as you crawled across the bed, pouting your perfect painted red lips at him, daring to dart the tip of your tongue out the corner as you looked up at him from under your lashes. “I really want to see you when you fuck me.” Sinfully Sweet Kinktober Special Mob!Steve x You x Mob!Bucky

“Bucky, I will behave. Whatever you want.” You cried into his shoulder as you felt the barn's darkness swallow you whole. The Perfect Life Chapter 5 Dark!Steve Rogers x Dark! Bucky Barnes x You

Tagging some awesome writers I know- @that-damn-girl @jtargaryen18 @what-is-your-plan-today @just-one-ordinary-fangirl @slothspaghettiwrites @myoxisbroken and anyone else who would like to participate.

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moonylvi · 3 years

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Hey lucy~ can i request reaction nct 127 how their met their s/o?

A/N: Of course you can ^^ Thank you for requesting this.💕 Also please tell me if I made a mistake, English isn't my native language. Disclaimer: This is purely fictional, means it's an AU and in no way meant to harm anyone. Pairings: ¹/9 Nct 127 x gn!reader [Taeilxnormal!reader; Johnnyxbarista!childhoodfriend!reader; Taeyongxfamily-friend!reader; Yutaxtourist!reader; ...]

Warnings: I don't think there's anything that needs a warning except for my cringey writing XD Genre: Fluff, maybe bits of crack?, slice of life Taeil: You and him would probably meet in a situation where he was struggling with something little and you decide to help him. Maybe it was in a supermarket out of Korea and he couldn't find any salt. Nowhere! He checked the whole store, but didn't find anything. So he just stood there, looking utterly lost and confused. But don't worry, you're here to save him. Not only do you know the store like your own room, if not even better, you also showed him which salt is the best and helped him counting the money. He couldn't help but to invite you to have dinner with him one day.

Johnny: I needed to think a lot about this. He loves his parents so much and he would want a relationship which is similar in the closeness, based on trust. I could see him falling in love with a childhood friend. Or maybe a person he used to know, that he met again after not having any contact for years. Yeah, I think that's it. I'll just write the reunion :) Johnny and Mark just finished filming a new episode of JCC, when the staff suggested to stop by a small café they knew. Not expecting anything special, they entered and looked at the big chart which presented the different drinks and the small cakes coming along with it. Your café was something you were really proud of. Ever since you were little, you dreamed of owning a little space where people could step by to have a break from the rest of the world. Hearing the little bell ring, you quickly smiled at your reflection in the fridge door and hurried over to the counter. "Welcome to the small Refugium! How may I help you?" Upon hearing your voice Johnny's gaze switched from the chart to your direction, eyes widening in the process. "Y/N?" Your name fell from his lips before he could think more about it. Luckily you recognized him too, preventing an embarrassing situation to arise. "Johnny! Long time no see. How are you?" The small grin that adorned your lips, turned into a bright smile. Happily chatting, you nearly forgot that you had actual customers. Ignoring a confused Mark and an annoyed staff. That was, until the staff cleared their throat and brought you back to reality. "Oh, I'm sorry. What can I bring you?" You quickly switched back into your professional mode, taking the orders and preparing three cups, slipping a small note with your phone number between Johnny's cup and the paper sleeve. "Thank you for visiting, step by anytime soon again." Adding a little wink in Johnny's direction, you turned back around and started cleaning the surface of the counter, while they walked out of the door. Taeyong: He is the type to want his s/o to get along with his family. So maybe he finds himself having a particular interest in one of his sisters/her husband's friends or maybe a relative of his nephews friends, who already is close to his family, or at least to a few of them. Happily chatting with your little sister, you walked to her friends house for a birthday party. You knew his family, the Lee's, pretty well. Especially since not only your sister and their son were the same age, but you were just a few years younger than his mother, getting along with both parents easily. Which was one of the reasons you were invited along with your sister. The other reason was to have someone with experience helping of keeping a bunch of children happy. However what you didn't expect, knocking on the door, was the extremely handsome man opening it. "Oh, welcome. You must be Y/N and Y/S/N? I'm Taeyong, I'm..." "Oh, hi Y/N. I'm so glad you could make it. My brother just ruined the cake frosting and I need your help to fix it." Sparing him a glance, she pulled you and your sister to the kitchen, not giving you any chance to properly introduce yourself to Taeyong. Nearing the end of the party, the children happily ate their dinner, while you plopped down on the couch, groaning in relief of finally sitting down and closing your eyes. "Kids can be exhausting, huh?" Your eyes snapped back open, meeting his curious ones from the opposite side of the couch. "Yeah, they can. I never got to introduce myself properly though. I'm Y/F/N. Nice to meet you." Chuckling he responded with the same phrase. Yuta: Someone who loves his home. And by that I do not only mean Japan, his hometown or house, but also the people who mean a lot to him. He's the type to connect the feeling of being home with his s/o. Someone who stays by his side no matter what, someone who will always support him and care for him. Ethereal. There were no other words inside his head. Just Ethereal. Cherry blossoms decorated the floor, the trees and... you. It could've been a scene straight out of those

romantic movies which were full of cliches. Yet it was pure reality. YOU were real. As soon as that realization came, he walked into your direction, unsure what he was going to say. Reaching you, Yuta simply let the word that spooked around his mind since he saw you fall from his lips. Startled by his voice you spun around. "Wha...What?" "You look so ethereal! I couldn't stop myself from telling you, sorry if I scared you." A burning heat made it's way to your cheeks. "Oh, no, don't worry, I just got lost in though. It's my first time i Japan and all the impressions are so overwhelming and..." While you rambled on and on about how much you liked his country, he felt a warm feeling bloom in his chest, deciding to ask you out, once you needed to take a breath. Doyoung: He's the type to have a very passionate relationship Someone who worships his work. A person that admires him on a whole different level, not in an obsessed way though. Maybe in a way where they tell him about all the things barely acknowledged by everyone else. Someone who gives him their all, so he can give them his.

Jaehyun: I don't know what to say except for Love at first sight. He could fall in love with someone in the most random situations. Many say that love at first sight doesn't exist and that you first need to get to know them better, but I see Jaehyun as a person who notices the small things and habits far before everyone else.

Jungwoo: Decisions, Decisions... After having a pretty long thought about him, I decided that he is most likely to want to get to know the person better before truly thinking of them as a possible s/o. He would initiate the romantical part once, he's completely sure about his feelings and knows that his interest is likely to be returned. But before that he rather stays back, gathering as many facts about them as possible without obviously showing it. Mark: Our confused boy would find himself falling for a person who leaves a big impact in his life without him being prepared. Haechan: I'm quite unsure if he's genuinely a romantic person, dreaming of meeting his s/o for ages, or more of a flirt, having no fixed picture of the situation in mind. I think it mainly depends on whether he wants the relationship to last since the beginning or slowly falls harder for the person, he initially wanted to just flirt with, not expecting much from it. If he has the fixed image he would be rather shy and far less annoying with them. However if it's 'just' a flirt, he does exactly that. Flirty small talk, clinging to them, bad pick-up lines and winking.

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☕️ what would you like to see happen with robbys character in season four?

Oh, man... I’ll try to make this as coherent as possible. Thanks for the ask!

1) Shannon. I’ll be really disappointed if she isn’t in s4 and we get some line like “yeah, Shannon’s worried about Robby but she can’t leave rehab!! xoxo bye”... that would seriously suck.

The reason she went to rehab in the first place was to be a better mom for Robby, and I do believe she truly cares about him. The look on her face while Robby was getting arrested is proof of that. Right now Robby is about to deal with the worst thing he’ll ever have to deal with, which is being under Kreese. If there could be someone who could talk some sense into him, it’s his mom. And I’d also like to see Shannon call out Johnny and Daniel for leaving Robby with Kreese, because that was... a choice™.

2) This should have happened in s3, but I need to see Robby talking about the school fight and what he did to Miguel. They could have had some scenes of Robby in juvie having nightmares or getting some PTSD flashbacks of kicking Miguel down the stairs, but instead we got... nothing. Just some cool fight in ep5, and then Robby was missing for two whole episodes where who knows what happened to him (tbh the way they dealt with both Miguel and Robby’s reactions to the school fight and Miguel’s fall was extremely poorly written).

3) I know a lot of people don’t want to see Robby doing ~villainous things, but I think that’s inevitable. He’s angry, feels abandoned and betrayed by everyone he’s ever cared about, has no positive influences in his life right now, and is currently with Kreese and Cobra Kai. So Robby going dark and doing some extreme things like Hawk and Tory did in s3 is meant to happen. I think it’d be bullshit if by the first episode we already have Robby in full Cobra Kai mode, but at the same time, he already stole a snake to please Kreese and his new teammates. And I personally don’t mind Robby being a bad bitch for a while, as long as they show his inner struggle and he doesn’t completely forget the things he’s learned at Miyagi-Do.

4) Robby and Tory opening up to each other. Listen, I know, I KNOW this show has a bad track record with romance. But we truly don’t know if Robby and Tory will be a couple yet, so I’ll save my judgment and opinions for that later, if they get together. What I need to see is them talking about their shitty home lives together, maybe have a scene where Robby goes to Tory’s place and he meets her little brother or something. Robby telling Tory about what it was like growing up with an alcoholic mom and without a dad would be good, too. idk, I just need someone to have Robby’s back.

5) I’d like to see Sam acknowledging Robby’s situation in some way. We know she still cares about him, so it’d be nice to have a scene between her and Daniel where she’s worried about what could happen to Robby under Kreese. Maybe have a scene where Johnny asks Sam about Robby? Johnny doesn’t know his own son, so maybe his ex-girlfriend would be the perfect person to tell him something about him...

6) I don’t wanna get my hopes up with Johnny, but dude... your son is right now in the same situation you were all those years ago. And he ended up there because of your negligence. So I think it’d be good for Johnny’s character to beat himself up over what’s going on with Robby, and for him to try to do something, anything. It’s sad that I have more faith in Daniel than in him.

7) For the show to point out that Robby used to be teammates with Demetri, Chris, and Nate. I know in s3, the writers didn’t want Robby to have friends that would actively fight for him because, well, if you have nice friends you won’t end up living in a dojo with a war criminal, and Robby isn’t allowed to have nice things, but you know, if we get some kind of confrontation scene between Robby and Miyagi-Do, maybe let Demetri say to him “we used to be on the same team!!” or something.

8) I know a lot of people don’t want this because it’s predictable, but I need the Miguel vs Robby rematch at the AV. I need Miguel to have a proper chance to confront Robby about, you know, almost killing him, and please, don’t make it all about Sam. I HATE that Miguel and Robby’s “confrontation” in s3 didn’t have the seriousness it deserved and had Sam in the middle of it. And as much as I love Robby, I need him to lose that fight. I’m hoping he’d break free of Kreese’s hold by the end of the season, but I guess there’s always the possibility that Robby could be with Kreese and Cobra Kai for a lot longer.

9) This will never happen, but I need Robby to find out Kyler sexually harassed Sam and punch him in the face, lmao.

10) Robby vs Hawk fight. I’ve already seen people predicting Robby will injure Hawk as payback for what happened in the first tournament, and I can totally see that happening. We know Hawk hates Robby’s guts for what he did to Miguel, so they should have a chance to fight it out.

There are probably some things I’m forgetting. With my luck, I’ll probably won’t even get half of these things, but I can still dream, lol.

#anon #replies #cobra kai #robby keene

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scarletwinterxx · 4 years

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Coming Home pt.4

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PART ONE || TWO || THREE || FOUR || FIVE || FINALE || BONUS

The weekend was restless, I couldn’t sleep without waking up every few hours. My mind can’t seem to shut off. My argument with Jaehyun before he left was just nagging in my head.

I was in need of someone to talk to so i called a friend I knew could knock some sense into me.

“I’m 2 minutes away, open the door my hands are full”

“Stop bossing me around we’re not in the office, you’re not even my boss” I muttered, walking to the front door. When I opened it Johnny was already standing there, phone in one hand and a bunch of other stuff on the other

“What is that?” I asked, tucking my phone in my back pocket then opened the door wider to let the giant in

“Gifts for Chae Yoon, Jae told me she likes the cookies near his new place and told me to get some for her. These are toys from her favorite uncle, me” he said while setting down the drinks he was holding “And this is for our coffee talk, but first let me see the little cutie”

“Like I said, Hyuck is still her favorite” I replied but he ignored me, already making his way to the living room where Chae was playing.

I could hear Johnny smothering my kid from the other room while I put the cookie he brought on a plate to give to Chae

“You look cuter, heard you can walk now. Oh wow” he said to the little girl who was happily smiling back at him. No one was really immune to this little girl’s charm, one smile from Chae Yoon can make you want to give her everything she asks for

“You look just like your dad, it’s crazy”

“No need to remind me” I mumbled, taking a seat on the couch

“You two good? I mean I know you’re not since you called me, and he also called to ask me to check up on you and Chae” Johnny said, shooting me a worried look

“I’m fine, we just had an argument”

“Sounds serious to me if he can’t call you himself, can I know what happened?” he asked

So i retold the happenings last Friday, Johnny is like a big brother that I’ve never had. Both Mark and I are very close to him, he’s practically family.

“That’s like years of arguments summarized into one, both of you were tired and stressed. He has his worries and you’re frustrated but trying to hide it. if anything, it’s good that you two finally said what you’ve been thinking for so long”

“What he said hurt, Johnny. How can he say I wanted to leave him that bad? Was I awful to him? I can’t recall one moment where I didn’t have his back. I was always on his side no matter what. It hurt hearing him say that”

“I can’t speak for Jaehyun, but I know he’ll never hurt you intentionally. He’s a good guy, he just needs some time”

“was 7 years not enough?” I chuckled

“You don’t always end up with the one you love, just like you said. Do what’s best for the both of you and for Chae Yoon”

“I don’t have a doubt that he’s a good father, atleast I know someone will love my daughter for the rest of her life” I said, looking at the little kid playing with her favorite teddy bear

“Just, don’t forget to love yourself too okay? I love the both of you, I really do. Even if you two don’t end up together as long as you’re happy”

“And you, baby girl. Always be happy like this, a lot of people love you” he told the little girl who was currently running around Johnny, screaming in joy.

Monday came, things got a bit hectic and I called in to work from for the day. Ofcourse Taeyong didn’t question my request. Fully understanding the situation.

I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage of my friendship with my boss, so I’m still doing all the work like I’m at the office.

“Yes, those drafts have been approved and can be sent to the design department. I already had a meeting with Yuta, he says he can take over from there” I said through the call.

Chae is in the living room, while I was sitting on the dining table with my laptop infront of me and paper strewn across the table.

“I just have one more progress report to send, but after that we can take a new contract to review. You can send it to me maybe some time this week-” I cut off midsentence when I heard Chae crying, give me a second

“Hey can I call again later” I excused myself and walked to the living room, Chae Yoon wasn’t sitting where I left her. I followed her cries to see her sitting behind the couch,

“Baby how did you get there?” I asked, quickly picking her up to shush her. I noticed a big red bump starting to form on her forehead

“Did you fall? Oh my god” I said quickly checking her body, she winced and hit my hand away when I tried to lift her left arm. I didn’t even think twice, I grabbed my phone and my keys rushing out the apartment.

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Jaehyun was not going to lie, he’s been distracted throughout this whole business trip. He’s not usually like this, always focused on his work ready to perform his best. But then again him and Y/N have never had an argument as big as they did before he left.

He left bad leaving like that after arguing. He wanted to explain himself, tell her he was sorry but seeing her cry like that broke him. For the first time since the breakup this was the only time he saw her cry.

He didn’t mean to hurt her like that. He did love her. He still loves her.

He also knows she deserves better.

“Jaehyun?” Rose called out, calling his attention again. It wasn’t the first time his thought drifted away, fleeting all the way back to where his home was.

“Yes, sorry. I think Taeil will approve. If they carry on with the offer and not go any lower than what we previously discussed then we can definitely sign with them before we head back” Jaehyun answered, his mind half present in the moment

“Okay, I can tell the representative and managers later. Is there anything else we need to discuss? The expansion in China right?” she asked, opening another folder to read out more details

“We can set a meeting with Sicheng when we get back to Korea, I’ll tell my secreta-” he was cut off when his phone started to ring.

It was Taeyong.

He thought for a second why his hyung would be calling in the middle of the day, they both had work.

The first call he let it ring out, for a second the vibrating stopped. But then it started again, this time Johnny’s name was flashing on the screen.

He started to get this feeling that something is wrong so he quickly excused his self,

“Yes hyung? I’m in a meeting”

“Y/N is at the hospital right now, I’m on my way. Taeyong too” Johnny said so fast but it felt like Jaehyun’s world stopped.

A hundred wrong things already rushing through his mind

“Can you give me a second?” he said then walked back in the meeting room

“Hey I’m sorry but I need to cut this meeting short, there seems to be an emergency” he told Rose who answered with a smile, fully understanding the situation.

“Hyung, are you there yet?” Jaehyun asked, already rushing out of the office and back to his hotel

“Yes I’m on my way to their room” he can hear voices from the other side and Johnny asking for your name

“What happened? Is Y/N okay?”

“It wasn’t Y/N, Chae Yoon got into an accident at home”

Jaehyun paused, his world felt like it stopped. Then he was in full protective mode, “I’m hoping on the next flight back, please stay with them”

The flight back to Korea seemed a bit longer than really was, Jaehyun felt like he was just floating. Not really knowing what he was doing, he threw his stuff back in his suitcase while staying on the phone to look for the earliest flight back,

The whole ride back his leg was bouncing rapidly, wanting nothing but to hold his daughter in his arms and make sure she was okay.

He felt like the worst father, not being there for her right now. He could only imagine how Y/N feel.

When he got to the hospital and asked for the room his daughter was admitted in, he saw Johnny standing outside on the phone with someone.

Johnny looked up and saw the younger one walking towards him, “Jaehyun is here, you don’t have to drive down Mark. It’s fine we’ll take care of her, don’t worry too much” he said then bid goodbye to Y/N’s brother.

“Hyung” he breathed out, slightly out of breath from running through the parking lot to here

“They’re in there, Taeyong’s in there too. Y/N’s napping with Chae, she just stopped crying just now” he explained, and then Taeyong stepped out of the room gently closing the door behind him

“Oh thank god you’re here, Chae Yoon is fine. She bumped her head and her left arm is a bit swollen because she fell on that side” his Hyung further got into detail, his heart breaking just thinking about his daughter being in pain. Wishing it was him instead

“Y/N was in shock, she wouldn’t stop crying when we got here. I think she passed out while crying”

“I can go to their apartment to get some stuff Chae needs, how about you? do you have a change of clothes?” Taeyong asked him, gesturing to the suit he was still wearing

“Yea, I have my suitcase in the car. I’ll stay with them” he mumbled, his hyung gave him a pat on the back before walking away

“You okay, Jae?” Johnny asked the younger one

“Yea, just... feeling guilty” he mumbled, admitting the defeat and guilt now occupying his mind

“Don’t be, it was an accident. Chae is fine, if anything I think she was just shocked and got a little bit anxious seeing Y/N cry”

“I’ll grab dinner for us, go be with your family” and with that Johnny said goodbye, leaving Jaehyun alone in the hallway outside the door.

He took a deep breath as if to prepare himself before gently opening the door, careful not to disturb his daughter or Y/N

The sight that welcomed him made his heart ache and full at the same time, the uneasiness he felt those past few days were gone.

There were a lot of realizations in that moment. One was he wished he could take back those words he said to Y/N, number two was he missed his daughter much more than he thought he did and last was that Johnny was right.

They are his family.

With those realizations he slowly walked closer to the bed, standing behind the chair Y/N was currently sitting on. Her head was resting on her arm, her eyes puffy and nose still a bit red. He looked over his daughter, a little bump on her forehead but apart from that he didn’t see any other visible injuries. It didn’t lessen his worries though.

He thought about it for a second before gently laying a hand on Y/N’s back, her eyes quickly opening and landing on their daughter before looking behind her.

The moment their eyes met, her eyes started to water again

“Hey, don’t cry. It’s okay” he said in the most gentle tone, trying not to wake Chae Yoon and to calm Y/N down

“It’s my fault, I- I wasn’t watching her” she said in between hiccups, he knelt in front of her then took the her hands that was resting on her lap

“It was an accident, she doesn’t blame you no one’s blaming you” he told her sincerely but she just kept on crying

“I’m such a bad m-”

“Don’t. Don’t even finish that sentence. You’re a good mother, the best one. Just because one accident happened does not mean you’re a bad mom” he said, he tried to wipe the tears away but it kept on coming

He’s now standing in front of her, Y/N still bowed down and her cries could still be heard

“Hey, come here” he said pulling her to him, it didn’t even take a second before she was crying on his chest with his arms around her

“She’s going to be okay, you know she hates seeing you cry” he said while rubbing her back in hopes of giving her come comfort,

She didn’t need to say anything, for a while they stayed like that, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

After a while her cries stopped but made no effort to move, Jaehyun leaned on the bed their daughter was lying on so now Y/N’s head was resting on the crook of his neck while standing inbetween his legs

“You want to sit down?” he asked her,

“No”

“Okay” he held he a bit tighter.

They both knew they had a lot to talk about still, but right now this was what they needed. It made the most sense. Later on they knew they had to face the facts once again.

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After the crying fest, I finally stopped crying. Again. Finally realizing that Jaehyun’s here. I turned to him, he must’ve felt me staring at him

“What?” he asked

“You’re here” I simply said, he chuckled at my statement “Yes”

“You’re not supposed to be home til tomorrow, right?”

“You think I could not come home when Johnny called?” he asked back, totally understanding what he meant,

I was going to call him first but it just so happened that Taeyong was calling to ask about another report but I hurriedly explained I was driving down to the hospital because Chae got into an accident, After that everything was just a blur. I was both in shock and panicking and trying to drive both of us safely to the hospital that it totally flew over my head to call him.

“I was going to call you but I just... I was” I tried to explain but not really finding the words

“It’s fine, Y/N. I should’ve been here anyways” he mumbled, now looking at Chae with a look of sadness on his face

“You didn’t know this was going to happen” I answered, laying a comforting hand on his arm

“I’m sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault, Jae. You don’t have to say sorry” I told him

“Not about that but for making you upset, for saying those things to you” Jaehyun said, nothing but sincerity in his voice

“I know”

“We’ll talk about it once everything is better with this little one, but I need you to know I really am sorry. It was very selfish of me to say those, especially to when you’ve been nothing but great to me”

“We all have our faults, Jae. I made the choice of loving you, whether or not you love me back that’s all up to you. It hurt hearing you say it, but I’m not mad. There’s still a lot to talk about and we can do that when we get home”

We looked straight into each other’s eyes, coming to a agreement that this could wait and that our daughter was the main priority. But it did make me feel a bit better hearing him say it.

“Yea, home”

“Dada” we hear a little voice call out, Jaehyun’s head turned so fast I was afraid he injured his neck

“Yes, baby? I’m here” Jaehyun leaned down to her, a gentle kiss landing on our daughter’s forehead

“Dada” she said again, a little bit happier this time. She probably realized that her favorite human was finally here

For a second I was just staring at the two interact when a thought popped into my head,

“Oh my god” I said making Jaehyun turn to me

“What? What happened?” he asked worriedly

“That was her first word. Jae, she just said her first word” I said, feeling shocked the second time today. Jaehyun then realized the same thing, quickly looking at Chae Yoon again

“Who am I, baby?” he asked pointing to himself, the little girl smiling up at him and grabbing his face with her little chubby hands

“Dada” she happily replied, as if understanding just what Jaehyun asked her

“Yes, that’s me. Oh my god”

“Are you crying?” I asked him, chuckling as he tried to discreetly wipe away a tear

“No” I raised a brow at him

“Yes, she just called me dada” he said, the smile on his face so big he’s dimples were on full display

“Well you are her father”

“Let me have my moment” he said rolling his eyes at me before turning back to Chae Yoon who was now pulling on his hair

“She looks like you, is named after you and her first word is dada. How is this fair?” I jokingly asked, taking the seat I was previously occupying before Jaehyun got here

“Better luck next time, I guess” he teasingly told me

“As far as I know she’s the only child I have”

“Well for now”

“Jung Jaehyun”

“What?” the cheeky smile on his face was too cute I only managed to roll my eyes at him again

“You hear that? Mama said-”

“I didn’t say anything”

“Mama’s jealous you look like dada, but secretly she really loves it” he told the little girl, Chae Yoon continued on smiling up at her father now an identical dimple on display.

A knock on the door took my attention, Chae Yoon’s pediatrician walked in

“Oh Hi Jaehyun, good to see you. Y/N, I have the results of the x-ray and mri” Jaehyun turned to me, silently asking for an explanation

“They just had to check to see if she has a possible concussion because of the fall, and she flinched when I tried to raise her left arm” I quickly explained then turned back to the doctor

“Yes, well good news both tests came back clear. No broken bones or anything. Did she take a nap?”

“Yes but only after you told me she could”

“We had to keep her up for a while just to be sure, sleeping when there’s a possible concussion can be dangerous but no worries she’s all good now” the doctor explained to the both of us

“All is clear, she can go home now if you guys want. She’ll be more at ease and comfortable at your home” the doctor said, I looked over to Jaehyun to find him already looking at me

“Yea, sure that would be great” I answered

“Alright, I’ll prepare the paperworks. Just go to the nurse’s desk to sign” the doctor said a quick goodbye before exiting the room.

Just as the doctor exit the room, two other enter

“Was that her doctor? Is everything alright?” Taeyong asked, passing a bag of Chae Yoon’s things to Jaehyun

“Yes, turns out we actually don’t need to stay for the night. But thanks for the stuff, I’ll change her before going home”

“I brought dinner, can we just eat this at your place?” Johnny asked, gesturing to the bags of take outs he brought

“Sure, Did you eat yet? Wait, did you come straight from the airport?” I asked Jaehyun, now that things have calmed down I see that he’s still weaning a suit

“Yes, I have my stuff in the car”

“You flew wearing that?” I asked again

“Yes, he did. He hopped on the earliest flight he could, he didn’t have to change, Chae Yoon is fine” Johnny said, listing all the things we just said

I rolled my eyes at him, getting Chae Yoon’s change of clothes

“We’re going to baby proof the whole house, that would be fun” the gentle giant told the baby who was happily watching him in amusement, it was almost as if everything that happened earlier was long forgotten.

Taeyong was looking back and forth between me and Jaehyun, silently trying to understand the situation. I shot him a small smile which he returned.

“She can say dada now” Jaehyun proudly says making me sigh, I just knew this was only the start of him boasting about it

“Can she now? You’re such a daddy’s girl no wonder he’s whipped” Taeyong said, Jaehyun just smiled down at the little girl with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“Okay okay, I’ll go change her. Why don’t you go and sign the paperworks” I told Jae, ready to take Chae Yoon home.

The two older ones went with him leaving me with Chae Yoon,

“Mommy’s really sorry baby, I hope you don’t hate me now. Of course you don’t, you only have love in your heart don’t you” she was smiling up at me, her little face peeking through the hole of the shirt. Not to be biased but she is the most adorable baby I have ever seen.

“I’m really sorry, I’ll take better care of you from now” I said then picked her up carefully, her hands holding my face and giving me a kiss

“You love mommy? Love you too, baby girl. Always”

After settling the paperworks and making sure everything was on the clear with Chae Yoon we all drove back home. Taeyong drove while I sat at the back with Chae Yoon while Johnny and Jaehyun were following behind with their own cars.

“Home sweet home” Johnny said as we got to the house

“You don’t live here, Johnny” Taeyong replied, making his was to the kitchen to prepare the take outs we have

“Right, anyways good to be home huh?” he asked Chae Yoon who was a bit grumpy from the ride clinging onto her dad with her little fist and her arm wrapped around her teddy bear.

After having dinner, we talked for a while before the two older ones decided it was time to go.

“I can go down the store to get those baby proofing things I was telling you about” Jaehyun said while he cleans up Chae Yoon after getting messy while eating dinner while I clean up around the dinning table

“Aren’t you tired yet?” I asked him, he only managed to change into more comfortable clothes before dinner, he flew in from another country few hours prior

“I’m okay” he said with a smile on, how he’s not tired yet I don’t know

“Okay, if you say so”

About an hour later, I already put Chae to bed when Jaehyun came back holding a couple of bags.

“I thought you were getting one thing?” I asked him when he entered the apartment

“I bought everything, plus some midnight snacks. Is Chae asleep?”

I showed him the baby monitor showing Chae dreaming away in her crib

“Alright, let’s get to work. This are for the sockets, these are for table corners, and these are to bolt the furniture to the wall” he explained as he takes out the items one by one

I was just looking at him while he unpacks all the stuff, walking to the kitchen to get the tools under the kitchen sink. He only noticed my gaze when he came back to the living room

“What?”

“Not that I’m guilt tripping you or anything but now it’s clear who’s the better parent”

“Hey, don’t say that. We’re a team here” he chuckled

“You know exactly what to do with her, and look at me getting her hurt and all that” I mumbled, taking the socket covers and started to walk around the apartment

“I do what I can but the things you do and did for her, I can never do that. You basically gave her life, how are you a bad parent?” I hear him ask from behind me

“When I heard her cry and she couldn’t say what hurts I just... I felt helpless. I kept thinking that only if i was watching her more closely that would have never happened”

“Y/N, we’ve all had some kind of parenting fails. Would it make you feel better if I say that once I accidentally fed her too many cookies?”

“No, please don’t overfeed my baby with cookies” I mumbled, I knew he was just trying to make me feel better

“You’re not a bad parent, this won’t be the last time she falls, when she starts to learn how to ride a bike or run around the park and accidentally scrape her knee or when she trips while running to a class she’s late for. We can’t stop that, she has to learn what it feels to fall in order to learn how to stand back up, and you are the best person to teach her that”

His little speech got me a bit emotional but I don’t dare to show it.

“I can’t teach her how to ride a bike, dumb dumb”

“Right, you don’t know how to do that either my bad” the teasing tone was very evident in his voice

“Keep talking Jung Jaehyun, I will throw you out of this apartment”

After baby proofing the whole house, trying the best we could to make as safe as possible for a baby. We both slumped on the couch, sitting side by side.

“We did good” he said holding his hand out for a high five

“Yea, aren’t you going home?” I asked, noticing the time on the big wall clock

“You’re kicking me out?”

“You flew today, plus you were in endless meetings for the past couple of days. Which by the way what happened to that?” I asked, genuinely curious about the business trip he abandoned.

“It’s alright. I have a few more meetings I need to attend but I can just call Rose for rearrangements”

It shouldn’t bother me that he’s with another girl, especially if it’s a business trip but I can’t say it didn’t cross my mind

“Oh, is it about the global partnerships?” I asked, dancing around the topic

“Yea, Taeil asked me to go because the guys we’re signing with is a big asset to the company so he was skeptical to just send our global representative, plus Rose is just new to the team”

I didn’t want to ask questions.

I shouldn’t.

For a while there was just silence, both of us not having anything to say.

Jaehyun was the one to break the silence

“Y/N” he said my name as if he was scared I won’t answer him, I turned my head to look at him. Silently telling him to continue

“I- I’m sorry, for everything”

“Jae-”

“No, I shouldn’t have said the things I said. I’m sorry. It was very insensitive of me to say you wanted to leave when you’ve been nothing but be understanding towards me”

“I forgive you”

“You must really love to forgive me that easily” he said with a small smile on

“It won’t do me any good if I stay mad at you, you’re going to be in my life one way or another. I’d rather have it be on good terms than not. You may not be my fiance anymore but you will always be Chae Yoon’s father and for that I would forever be grateful to you. It gives me comfort and assurance knowing that she’s going to be loved for the rest of her life”

“If I can’t be with you but Chae can have her father, then who am I to say no? I- I broke the engagement off because I didn’t want to you feel like you hated this life, in a way I knew you’d stay even if we break things off. I wasn’t so sure what would happen to us if we kept going”

He was silent for a while before sitting up, looking around the apartment then back to me

“I was scared, I thought I was doing everything wrong, that I was letting you down” he said, “When your parents told us straight in our faces that they disapproved but you stood up for me, I wondered what did I do to deserve you. When you didn’t know how to tell me you were pregnant so you just left the test that says it’s positive on my table then I came to look for you but you were avoiding me because you didn’t know what to say”

“I didn’t” I mumbled

“We figured it out, as a team. Because that’s what we’ve been for a long time. It’s always been me and you”

He took a deep breath as if to prepare his self for the next words he’s about to say

“Now I realize what you mean, I do love you. I know how much you love me, I’m lucky to have someone love me that much. And now I want you to know that I do love you, and I understand that won’t be enough for us”

It felt like we were breaking up, but I didn’t feel sad.

Time will pass, seasons will change. It was like our story started out in the summer, all fun and warm, then fall came, we found comfort in each other and spent our time watching the seasons change together. But then the dreaded winter came, trials were thrown our way trying to break us before the warmth comes back again.

That’s what it felt like with him, that was how our story went.

“From now on, I won’t be the selfish guy I was. I won’t ask you to stay with me even when that’s all I want”

At this point I was crying again, “Hey, don’t cry. I’m sorry” he said sitting close to me then pulling my hands away from my face to wipe the tears himself

“We need some time to see what it’s like to be you and me as just you and me, we’ve always been a unit. I’m still trying to figure out how not to call you whenever I want or how I need to get used to not having you with me in the mornings”

“I’m sorry, I really am. For taking this long to realize my mistakes, for making you think you’re not loved the way you should be”

“One day, when I’m sure I’m the man who deserves your love and the man who’s really worth to spend the rest of your life with then I’ll come home to you”

“Only if you want me still” he said with a sad, hopeful smile.

“I love you” I whispered to him, I knew he knew what I meant with those three words. What I was trying to say was that I understood what he meant, that I forgive him, and that this was the end of this chapter for us.

“I love you” he said then pulled me in. The moment our lips met it felt like how it always did, like coming home. He was and has been my home. I wanted to capture this moment and keep it in a box forever because for the first time in months it felt like I wasn’t walking on eggshells or trying to hold back. It was just me and him .

He was the first one to pull away, he looked at me with one last smile and one last kiss before saying goodnight.

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riarushi · 4 years

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nct as cousins.

❥ genre- serious crack, fluff ❥ word count- 1.7k

Alternatively titled “NCT at Family Gatherings”. I think the universe wanted me to write this? Thank you to markleeholdingthings on Instagram for helping me out! (We made the most basic family dynamic on the planet.) ~Ness

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Taeil

Talks to the adults and enjoys it.

Some of the babies originally thought he was their uncle.

Not necessarily close with any of his cousins except the older ones that took care of him growing up.

The younger ones aren’t too familiar with him since he doesn’t talk to them, but he likes to give them little trinkets when he sees them.

Will offer to supervise the kiddos if they want to go outside.

Has a music degree (big no no in this stereotypical family) and works in music production.

Johnny

The cousin that’s stuck in college, everyone loves him but the adults don’t think he is a good life example to the youngsters.

Second favourite of the adults (because the favourite has a degree and a job).

Likes talking w his fellow millennials while sipping his wine

He likes to give advice to high school cousins.

The baby cousins fear him :( He smiles at them lots and gets them the best presents to make up for it.

Is probably still in college because he doesn’t want to join the adult table.

Taeyong

Taeyong likes the babies.

He’ll sit them on his lap while he talks to the adults, making sure to play with them a bit so they don’t get bored.

If they do anyway, he’ll get up and carry them back to the rest of the cousins, chatting with them for a while.

The adults think he would make a great father. (Some of the nosy aunts and uncles like asking about his love life lmao)

He treats the cousins around his age or older with respect.

Overall everyone likes him because he’s happy to talk and easy to get along with.

Yuta

A social genius, he tailors his approach perfectly for every generation.

Has to greet every single child at the reunion before doing anything else.

Every moment you look at him, there’s a different youngster in his arms and he’s high-fiving a different high schooler.

Well-mannered with the adults and friendly with cousins of all ages.

The high school-aged cousins love that he doesn’t treat them like angsty teenagers and he’s become a favourite among them.

Not jobless, to the relief of the parents.

Kun

Kun is the favourite, the cousin everyone gets compared to.

He’s always busy working so he’s usually late to family gatherings.

Is basically whisked away by the adults immediately to talk about adult things.

He asks high school cousins “How’s school?”. Chill with them because he saw them grow up.

Has a huge soft spot for the baby cousins.

He’ll be in the middle of a conversation and drop everything when they tug on his sleeve.

Doyoung

Quiet, he does and talks about anything but only when he’s prompted.

He’s as successful as Kun, but not as sociable.

Sits beside his parents most of the night and minds his own business.

Doyoung’s awful at supervision.

He just sits there and watches the kids make chaos.

His relatives get shocked when they see him outside of gatherings acting casually with his coworkers/friends.

Ten

He just got out of college but decided to take a year break before looking for a job.

Is a kid favourite.

Even though he’s one of the older cousins, he’s the most “hip with the kids”.

Teaches them how to cheat on tests and in general, be an awful student.

Ten does not enjoy the adult table.

All the parents think he’s talented and has a lot of potential but will he!! Stop ruining their children’s minds!!!!!

He only gets friendly with the older cousins when he’s wine drunk.

Has never met the baby cousins. (The adults are sheltering them from the chaos that is Ten at family gatherings.)

Jaehyun

Jaehyun starts off by greeting the adults and being the sweetheart he is.

The adults always want to know about his love life because “Our nephew is very handsome, no?”

Hangs out with the older cousins later, drinking beer and chatting away like best friends.

He enjoys watching them fight with each other.

Probably the youngest at his table, gets teased quite a bit. (”Yoooooo, Yoonoh’s growing up!”)

The younger kids aren’t really familiar with him.

Winwin

The favourite among the youngest cousins.

They get excited to see him every time he arrives at family gatherings.

Participates in their games (They like making him count for hide and seek.) and sits with them while eating.

He spends very small amounts of time with the adults, quickly answering any questions they have about his life.

The older cousins think he’s cute :(

After the little ones go home, he watches whatever drinking game his generation has gotten into.

Jungwoo

Jungwoo is a free soul.

He’s just there to entertain himself, watching whatever cartoon the little ones are watching.

When they turn around and see a grown man on the couch, they’re a bit startled.

The adults think he enjoys taking care of the kids, but no. The boy is there to watch Tom and Jerry for his own enjoyment.

Nobody remembers that he’s an engineering student, one moment he’s watching Blue’s Clues and the next he’s leaving to finish an assignment for class.

The high schoolers try to ask him for advice, but he just says “I literally don’t know what I’m doing.”

Lucas

This boy walks into every family gathering dressed like he’s gonna be on a runway.

Enjoys talking to the high schoolers about how their school’s changed since he graduated.

Other than them, he joins any conversation on invite.

The youngsters climb him like he’s a playground item.

There’s just kids hanging off him while he laughs at some joke his uncle made.

Sometimes, they shout “Big brother Yukhei!” into his ear and he just pats their head silently before continuing on with his business.

Mark

Follows his parents around.

He’s wrapped up in his own thoughts instead of whatever his mom is talking about with his relatives.

I’m kinda hungry, should I grab that cookie? I’m gonna grab that cookie.

At some point, his parents get fed up with him “acting like an eight year old,” so he gets sent to play with his fellow cousins.

Asks for the WiFi password and then sits on the couch all night scrolling through his phone.

He doesn’t talk to his cousins because he never knew how to.

Xiaojun

A sweetheart with the most patience.

Same question from every single adult about school? No problem, he’ll answer it as many times as he needs to.

The youngsters like to pull pranks on him because they know he won’t scold them afterwards.

“Did we get you good, Dejun-ge?” “Yeah, I almost had a heart attack, haha.”

Helps the babies get food.

Just has a great family bond with everyone.

Hendery

Hendery likes to look for the older cousins that take care of him, initiating conversation.

If they’re busy or stop talking to him, he goes to the crowd of younger cousins on the couch and chills with his phone.

Occasionally, he’ll show them all some memes he has.

“Haha, guys look at this one.”

Mimics the children screaming in the background to get some chuckles from them, too.

The adults don’t think much of him, he’s a chill kid doing his thing.

Renjun

He’s quiet and polite for the most part, especially towards the adults.

With his cousins, he jumps in to say one-line roasts about people mentioned in conversation and then goes back to being silent.

They might say something like “My school friends are so weird!” and Renjun simply replies with “Makes sense why you’re friends, then.”

One of the baby cousins likes to hug his leg, and he smooths their hair or holds their cheek absentmindedly.

An art major, but the adults aren’t worried since he’s smart.

When alone in a room, he’s doodling on some scrap paper he found.

Jeno

Close with the cousins around his age.

Has a group chat with them and texts them to come to the living room.

When they arrive he just goes “Wanna play Spaceteam?”

He plays party games with them for the rest of the night.

If the other cousins want to join in, he’ll teach them how to play.

The adults don’t think much of him, they usually just ask how he is and he replies with “Good!” and a smile.

Haechan

Haechan is The Annoying Cousin™.

He comes off as very cold and bitchy usually.

At family gatherings, he participates in games and gets overly competitive.

WILL cheat or flip the table, causes all the chaos.

The parents aren’t a fan of him, the kids either love him or hate him.

Older cousins think he’s entertaining lmao

Jaemin

Normal until some random kid screams his name.

From then on he is in full kindergarten teacher mode.

Brings an entire crowd of noisy toddlers to the tables and everyone is just in shock.

His older cousins know he’ll come around and chat with them once the kids go home, so they save him a bottle when he gets there.

The adults have a good image of him: handsome, smart, charming. They think he’ll get married early.

It’s a celebration if his mom announces he’s seeing someone.

Yangyang

Starts heated debates among his cousins.

If he’s in the zone and an older cousin tries to put an educational twist on the argument, he’ll start bullying them out of the room.

“From what I learnt in college--” “THIS IS A DEBATE AMONGST THE YOUTH.”

Two seconds later, he’s back to being friendly and cheery, talking casually and normally.

The adults don’t believe their children when they tell them what happened upstairs with Yangyang.

They think he’s the sweetest kid of the bunch.

Chenle

Chenle is just comfortable and gets absorbed in the atmosphere.

“Chenle, go play with your cousins.” “Hey guys! My mom said to play with you”.

All his cousins get along with him.

He thinks the baby cousins are cute and will baby them.

Lets them sit on his lap while he plays card games. (Probably lets them choose cards for him sometimes, too.)

Youngest of his generation, everyone loves him to pieces.

Jisung

He does not want to be at the family gatherings.

Awkwardly trails his parents because he doesn’t know what to do.

Has to be pushed towards the food by relatives and just goes “Oh. Um, okay.”

The older cousins ruffle his hair and ask him, “Aye, Jisung! How’s school?” “I-It’s good...”

The younger ones do not find him approachable.

Asks his parents when they’re going home as soon as 9 PM hits.

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shining-red-diamond · 3 years

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Keep the Change (Part 1)

Words: 2.1k

Pairing: Jisung x Sunhee (OC) (feat. NCT DREAM and OCs)

Rating: PG-13

Genre: fluff, some angst, comedy

Warnings: violence, fighting, language, brief character death, mentions of vandalism, illness, and robbery

Summary: Being the youngest of twenty-three members, Jisung can get into trouble. He loves his members, but he feels as if everyone else, except for his girlfriend Sunhee, push him around at times. However, the morning after a fight with a member, he realizes that he’s been accidentally left behind. Although he has temporary freedom until his members return, there’s also trouble around the neighborhood caused by two thieves targeting wealthy families’ homes like Sunhee’s. Inspired by the holiday classic Home Alone. (Part of the NEOHOLIDAY event)

December 22

“Go finish packing,” Taeyong commanded for the last time.

Jisung obeyed and exited the room, infuriated with being denied just even sitting in the same room with someone. He was all packed for the trip to Paris he, the other NCT members, and some of their wives and girlfriends were going on for the holidays. Jisung just wanted some time to spend with the people he was closest to, but they were busy packing, playing video games, or tending to their small children.

“Dude,” Mark scoffed as he walked by, his large suitcase in his hands, “you’re like eighteen. Tattling is for six year olds. That should have died out for you twelve years ago.”

“Who said I was tattling?” the younger male defended as he followed Mark into his room, “I was expressing how I was being left out.”

“By going to Taeyong to call Johnny a jerk without saying it to his face?”

Jisung just crossed his arms and huffed. “I’m just tired of being treated like a baby around here.”

Mark patted his shoulder. “Then, don’t act like one, and Johnny was messing with you.”

That reply earned him an eye roll. He meant well, but Mark didn’t always say the right thing correctly.

“By the way,” the older boy added, “since Sierra and Alex are coming, you’ve been assigned to bunk with Alex for tonight.”

“I’m aware,” Jisung shrugged.

“You didn’t let me finish. Alex is scared of the dark, and knowing you don’t have a nightlight for him, don’t be surprised if he wakes up screaming and crying.”

Mark walked off without another word to go help another member to pack.

“Pizza’s here!” Jaehyun called from the kitchen.

Immediately, everyone dropped what they were doing and headed towards the kitchen, Jisung trailing behind them as he was still moody from his members rejecting them. He loved them dearly, but being the youngest of twenty-three members proved to be wrong sometimes. The only two members closest to his age were Sungchan and Chenle, but even they weren’t babied as much as he was.

As he crossed the front entryway, he noticed a cop by the door somewhat taking a look around the house and wanting someone to speak to. No one robbed them as far as he knew, but he really couldn’t be bothered.

Most of the members had sat down to eat already, plates full of two or three slices of their favorite kind. Despite having eaten some ramen earlier out of frustration from not being able to see his girlfriend Sunhee, Jisung grabbed a plate and anticipated having just a slice of cheese.

“Daddy, what time are we leaving tomorrow?” Alex asked Johnny.

“Early,” he replied, “we’re leaving at eight in the morning.”

“Sweetheart, the pizza boy needs 133000 won,” Taeyong’s wife Savannah told him as she was feeding Hayden some bite-sized beef slices.

“For pizza?” he replied as he was getting some milk.

“Ten pizzas times 12000 won.”

“You want us to pay for it?” Johnny offered.

“Nope, we’ve got it,” Taeyong shook his head as he searched his wallet.

Jisung opened a few boxes of pizzas, but couldn’t find any cheese. The boxes were either empty or had some sort of topping.

“Did anyone get a plain cheese?” he asked.

Lucas, who was standing by and shoving slices into his mouth, smirked and said, “Well, yeah, we did. But if you want any, someone’s gonna have to barf it all up.”

If anyone knew how to mess around with people, it was Lucas, but it was always out of love. He had a younger brother himself, so he was somewhat of an expert on picking and poking at people. However, he had no knowledge of Jisung’s frustration, yet it was no excuse for the joke he was pulling on the maknae.

“Jisung,” Lucas cried as he made a shocked face, “quick grab a plate!” He slumped over mockingly and made gagging sounds before chuckling at his own joke.

This, mixed with the worry of Alex’s midnight banshee screams and being left out all day, triggered Jisung’s anger and pushed him over the edge. In one swift motion, he balled up his fist and punched the older boy in his face. Hard.

Lucas ended up stumbling backwards, his elbows hit the cups filled with sodas and water; and it all spilled onto the-

“Passports!” Taeil cried as he and Johnny worked quickly to rescue them.

The other members helped with drying them, and Kun and Jeno pulled the fighting boys apart. Lucas’s nose was bleeding, but thankfully it wasn’t broken. Alex was startled by the chaos and started crying, and Sierra took him out the kitchen to calm him down.

Taeyong, in full dad mode now, finally stepped in and raised his voice at Jisung. “What is the matter with you?”

“He started it!” Jisung snapped. “He knows I don’t like the other toppings.”

The maknae knew it wasn’t just Lucas’s antics that made him lash out, but rather everything from that day. However, there would still be consequences to his actions.

“Look what you did, dummy!” Ten snapped as he was trying to dry his soda-stained jeans.

Jisung looked around at his members. It was all silence, except for Alex’s sniffles in the next room. Everyone else just had a look of disappointment on their faces as they stared back at him.

“Jisung, just go to your room,” Taeyong finally sighed.

“Why?”

With a huff, Taeyong pulled the maknae by his elbow. He complied and Taeyong was able to let go of him as he knew that Jisung wasn’t Alex’s age.

“Why do I always get treated like trash?” Jisung demanded.

The police officer and pizza boy were still standing by the door.

“I’m sorry,” the leader chuckled as he pulled out the money for the delivery boy. “With so many people going on a trip, it’s a little crazy. Some of our members have young children, so the chaos escalates a bit. It’s just nuts.”

He paid the pizza boy, and the young man wished them a Merry Christmas before walking out of the door.

“Having a reunion or something?” the officer asked.

“No,” Taeyong replied. “The group has some time off for the holidays, and some of us have families of our own, so we want to spend Christmas and New Year’s with them. Paris is where we’re heading.”

“To Paris, you say?”

“Yeah, We hope to leave tomorrow morning.”

“Excellent.”

Jisung just rolled his eyes. Why was the officer here in the first place?

“If you’ll excuse me, this one’s out of sorts. I’ll be right back.”

Taeyong guided the maknae by the shoulder, and the officer called to them, “Don’t worry about me. I spoke to your wife already. And don’t worry about your home. It’s in good hands.”

NCT’s leader marched the boy up the stairs as the man left the premises. “There are twenty-three members in our group, and you’re the only one who has to make trouble.”

“I’m the only one getting dumped on,” Jisung shot back.

“You’re the only one acting up. Now, get in the room.”

He had led them to the guest room instead of Jisung’s bedroom.

“The guest room?”

“Go.”

“It’s scary in there.”

Taeyong didn’t buy his guilt trip. “Don’t be silly. Alex will be up in a little while.”

“I’m not sharing a room with Alex. You know about him. He screams in the middle of the night.”

The leader sighed and massaged his temples. “Fine. We’ll put Alex somewhere. Just get in there and cool off.”

Jisung had already chilled out by now. He tried to apologize, but Taeyong shook his had and said, “It’s too late. Go.” If a frustrated huff, he stomped into the room.

“I don’t want to see you again until tomorrow morning,” the leader said just before closing the door.

Plopping face down on the bed, he pulled out his phone and texted Sunhee, who wasn’t able to join the group due to her having plans with her family for Christmas. She was quick to respond. Sunhee was one of the sweetest people anyone could ever meet, and Jisung was happy she was his. His career did make it difficult to see her sometimes, but he always tried to make time for her. It was just as frustrating for her as she was about to graduate high school and working hard to stay on top of homework and final projects. Jisung ranted about how he felt he was being pushed around by everyone and just wanted to stop being treated like a baby, as he was eighteen years old. Sunhee was very understanding as she was one of the youngest of her cousins, but she said something similar to Mark in a much more kind manner. He knew they were right, but it somehow stuck with him more than the way the older boy had said it.

After they talked, Jisung put his phone down and got ready for bed.

Silence.

The only sound Jisung woke up to was silence. Not a word, a child’s babbling, or even a footstep could be heard from outside the bedroom. Maybe everyone was in the kitchen eating breakfast before heading to the airport. He didn’t bother checking his phone before stepping out into the hallway.

The lights were on, so that was a good sign, at least. Some of the doors were open, some were closed. He peeked into a few of them, but they were empty with piles of mess of some sort in each room.

“Taeyong?” he called out as he made his way to the kitchen. “Taeyong? Mark? Johnny? Lucas? Savannah? Sierra?”

He continued calling out everyone’s names, even the ones who were just starting to talk. After calling for Jeno, he gave up. Was he alone in the house? He sat down at the table and remembered everything he had been jabbed with the night before.

“Tattling is for six year olds. That should have died out for you twelve years ago.”

“…if you want any, someone’s gonna have to barf it all up.”

“There are twenty-three members in our group, and you’re the only one who has to make trouble.”

“Look what you did, dummy!”

Now, Jisung didn’t feel so bad. He realized that the members had left and possibly forgotten him, but now he had some freedom for a while before they could realize anything. Soon, he was dressed, danced whatever choreo around the house to whatever music he desired, and even went through the other members’ personal stuff as well.

Lucas’s, however, was a gold mine. He had some things from his family such as a letter from his parents and a picture of him and his younger brother, and a white Louis Vuitton purse with Sydni’s (his girlfriend) name tagged on it, which must have been a Christmas gift for her. What hit the jackpot was some firecrackers hidden beneath some magazines. Jisung wasn’t sure how Lucas sneaked them in, but there they were.

Once they were placed in his room for the time being, Jisung decided to make a huge ice cream sundae for himself with a side of snacks. He put in an old drama titled Filthy Souled Angels. A mafia piece, he thought. Interesting.

The drama began with a man in a trench coat and fedora entering an office of some sort.

“It’s me, Weasel,” the man told an older gentleman sitting at a desk. “I got the stuff.”

“Leave it on the doorstep,” the older man shouted at him, “and get the hell out of here.”

“All right, Junseo, but what about my money?”

“What money?”

“Acey said you had some for me.”

“Is that a fact? How much do I owe you?”

“Acey said 10%.”

The older man, Junseo, smirked. “Too bad Acey ain’t in charge no more.”

As he watched and snacked in the living room, he called out, “Guys, I’m eating junk and watching a mafia drama. You better come out and stop me.”

“He’ll call when he gets out of prison,” Junseo continued, Weasel looking defeated. “Hey, I’ll tell you what I’m going to give you, Weasel’ –Junseo pulled out a rifle from under his desk and aimed it at Weasel- “I’m going to give you to the count of ten to get your ugly, yellow no-good ass off my property before I pump your guts full of lead.”

“All right, Junseo, I’m sorry,” Weasel backed up. “I’m going.”

“1, 2, 10.” Junseo opened fire at the Weasel, cackling as the man dropped to his knees and died on the spot.

This surprised Jisung, and he was quick to cover his eyes as it scared him so bad. He kept his eyes covered until the last bullet was fired and Junseo said, “Keep the change, you filthy animal.”

Jisung turned it off, and switched it to classic Christmas movies for a while. Once he caught his breath, he cleaned up the kitchen and living room, and then returned to the couch. He fell asleep during How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

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Rewatching The Good Samaritan

Robbie inherited the Rider from Johnny Blaze but his deal with the “devil” isn’t really born out of his thirst for revenge against the gang that hurt his brother, rather a truckload of misplaced guilt over the incident itself. No wonder Daisy has her empathy mode engaged at full power around Robbie at this point, including small encouraging touches.

Inviting your teenage brother to watch you win an illegal street race (because of course he’d win it 😎) may not be the best old brothering move but what happened next is entirely the product of the Bauers’ and Eli’s feud over the Darkhold. The Reyes boys could have just gone out for ice-cream or midnight mass, it wouldn’t have changed a thing.

So Gabe isn’t all that wrong when he blames bad luck. Of all nights, it was the night a street gang executed the hit ordered by a mad scientist corrupted by a demonic tome on their soon-to-be mad and corrupted uncle. How else are you going to call a series of such highly peculiar events?

Speaking of Gabe, is he great or what? A few episodes ago he told Quake to take a hike and here he refuses to be Ghost Rider’s excuse for murder - “don’t put their blood on me” - showing a maturity about the whole thing that’s truly remarkable. It’s really a shame we’ll never see how his and Robbie’s relationship evolved after the reveal. Truly one of the best supporting characters in the show, especially when you factor in how little screen time he had.

Eli’s story may not elicit as much sympathy as Robbie’s, but he, too, is ultimately a victim of the corrupting influence of the Darkhold, just like the Bauers were and just like Radcliffe will be. Besides, who’s never wished for superpowers, right? I totally empathize. 😁

Agent Director

Mace is rightfully pissed with Coulson. Phil has been given more latitude than any other agent and from Mace’s perspective he’s been abusing it for a while. He’s running missions pretty much independently, making questionable alliances that could jeopardize S.H.I.E.L.D.’s fragile public standing and he tops it off taking him for a fool, hiding those questionable allies in a way that indicates how little he thinks of Mace’s expertise (or lack thereof).

Then again, if he knew his AoS history, he shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not like A.C. was doing things very differently the last time he wasn’t in charge. Season 1 is a hefty catalogue of ignored protocols, questionable hires (and by questionable I, of course, mean brilliant 😁), valuable tech hidden with his superiors none the wiser and unsanctioned assaults on secret bases. And that was when he trusted and fully respected his boss. Which isn’t really the case now.

Stuff:

Could you be more specific about the details of this assignment? He most certainly cannot. 😂

Burrows is carrying The Suitcase(tm), the one with the knockoff supersoldier serum for Mace.

A team that trusts is a team that -- don't. *drinks*

How do you tell your brother that you are -- a secret agent? You don’t. You let your temporary, and much more adept at this sort of things, partner in crime do most of the talking instead.

I was afraid it was something else. -- Like what? -- Something bad. Look, it’s just a little demonic possession, ok? And a little murdering. And a teensy bit of obsession with vengeance. Oh, and he may end up travelling to a hellish dimension never to be seen again. Really, no big deal.

You realize that if anything goes wrong, thousands could die. -- Not my problem. Well, that’s not nice, but she’s basically both a ghost and a zombie, that would make anyone a little self-absorbed I’d imagine.

Geese? I have zero geese. We are goose-free. Full load of superpowered vigilantes, though. Hey, it’s Mace’s fault. He should have been more specific with his choice of words! 😏 🤭

The new Director boarded with a Tac Team, and he wants to take you both into custody. -- What? Why? -- Why? Really? Just get in the damn box. Daisy, is this really the time to start asking stupid questions or were you just trolling poor Mack for old time’s sake?

I like this kid. Yes. 🤗

Everybody loves Han Solo. Rebel, rule-breaker, a lone wolf...but to my old-fashioned sensibilities, he's not a hero. He's just a guy who always puts himself first. You. Take. That. Back. I was on your side, here, and you go and talk crap about Han Solo?

Is that how you see it, Phil? S.H.I.E.L.D. is the Empire, and your ragtag group is the Rebels? Well, from a certain point of view (😎), you’ve just described S1. 😁

Stop. I appreciate what you're trying to do here but i can't lie to him anymore. Oh, you’re a party pooper Robbie. I wanted to hear how she was going to spin it!

[The Tac Team barges in the lab looking for Daisy and Robbie] Well, in that case, you should check under the microscope and in the fridge, ‘cause those Inhumans can be tricky bastards. Yeah, you can tell the Director this is just one giant snark hunt.That's British for “a bloody waste of time.” 🤣 🤣 🤣

May's found some equipment at Momentum Lab which was originally manufactured by a company called Isodyne. Peggy Carter just called to thank you guys for all the references to her S2′s adventures in this episode.

The director hasn't found you-know-who and you-know-who? -- I don't know what you're talking about. -- Right. Me neither. Very smooth, guys. Are you sure you’re spies?

Okay, this looks bad, but I've seen Coulson talk his way out of tighter spots than this. It’s Daisy’s turn to serve in the mutual stanning match she and Coulson have got going since S1.

Jeffrey, I'd argue that Daisy and Robbie are already secure. Sure, you can argue it. But you’d be wrong.😂

Fitz? We still good? -- Yeah, yeah, absolutely. The module's poly-adaptive material is the most sophisticated compound that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s...[Ghost Rider breaks out of the module] Careful, Fitz, don’t step on your jaw there...

They were conducting experiments on something called “Zero Matter”, or “Dark Force”. -- Who names these? Are there focus groups for evil things? Sort of. We call them “writers”. 🤷😁

This Roxxon power plant closed down years ago because of safety violations. Safety violations, Roxxon? Nah... 🤣

I can't hack in and shut down the plant's operating system from here. -- Well, you're out of practice.Too much punching, not enough hacking. From accusing her of betrayal to passive aggressive shading. This is remarkable progress, Fitz, and I’m proud of you. 😁

Coulson, how did anything ever get done back in the old-timey days? Oh, you will find out...

May is sent back to secure the Darkhold, Mack has to go back to fetch the EMP and takes the Tac Team with him to help, so only three people remain inside plus the bad guy with just a few minutes on the episode’s clock. Nope, nothing bad is going to happen now, at all...

...other than two leads and the special guest star vanishing without a trace, of course. And we just got ourselves a supervillain that makes...coal nuggets? Huh.

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3x15: Time is on My Side

Then:

Dean made a demon deal and his time is almost up

Now:

Cuthbert Sinclair A dude finishing up a late night at the gym is attacked at his car and thrown into his trunk. Cut to him stumbling into a hospital, blood dripping, and insides (WAY TOO FUCKING GORY TO SHOW THE AUDIENCE <--production drafts of the script are my jam) falling out at the behest of a not very smart hospital attendant.

Sam and Dean torture Patience Turner’s dad a demon for more information on who holds Dean’s contract. They can’t touch him --he’s more afraid of the demon holding the contract that Sam and Dean. Sam exorcises him.

Sam tells Dean about the hospital dude. Apparently he had fingerprints all over him, that weren’t his own. The fingerprints matched someone who died in 1981. Dean’s all for hunting zombies, but he’s confused why Sam is too. They head out to investigate.

They ask about bite marks around where the liver was removed. The coroner has instant doubts about their credentials. Dean’s in fine sarcasm mode and gets them kicked out.

So, they’re not dealing with a zombie. They head to interview someone who just had a kidney stolen. He was jumped from behind and remembers the worst pain of his life. He’s extra salty (as he should be) and has no other information for the brothers.

Sam does some research while Dean tackles a burger. Sam’s long discourse on maggots is a particularly fine moment for him. He tells Dean they know this story and pulls out their father’s journal. Doc Benton, a 19th century doctor, found a way to live forever --mainly by harvesting parts from other people.

A man takes a break while on a run at night, and gets chloroformed for his laziness. He wakes strapped to a table. Suddenly one ugly motherfucker appears and starts tearing him open. Fun.

Sam and Dean track where the doc could be hiding out. Dean gets a call from Bobby who’s got a lead on Bella. He mentions Rufus Turner, who heard from Bella recently. Bobby warns Dean to bring a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue with him when he meets with Rufus.

Sam wants to stay on the case. Dean wants to find Bella. Dean wants to know why it’s important to work this case. Sam reveals he’s chasing immortality. Dean gets mad. If Dean doesn’t go through with the deal, Sam dies. Dean wants the Colt to kill the demon or the hell hounds. Sam tells his brother that he’s staying. The brothers part ways.

Dean reaches Rufus Turner’s house and is greeted with a super friendly, “What?” Dean doesn’t get far with the man. He pops outside to tell Dean that a while ago Bobby had called him to let him know if Bella ever contacted him, to let Bobby know. He did. (And in retrospect, man, Bobby was doing everything he could for Dean.) Rufus isn’t budging with Dean, so Dean pulls out the Johnny Walker. Dean has a new BFF.

They sit down for a drink (or two --half the bottle is gone!).

Rufus asks Dean why he wants to track down Bella when he’s got three weeks to live. Dean sobers at the realization that Rufus knows this. Rufus tells Dean that the Colt isn’t going to save him. “Folks like us? There ain’t no happy ending.” Dean pushes back on those very real words but it’s clear that Rufus’s words haunt him ---even if he beats the demon deal, his life isn’t going to be easy.

Sam continues to track the doctor.

Rufus gives Dean the details about where to find Bela, and warns him about her. They talk about how she burned off her fingerprints. “You do her ear?” Rufus asks with a smirk.

“I’ll try anything once but that sounds uncomfortable,” Dean returns and...DEAN. BEAN. What a word picture you just painted!

Rufus tosses Dean a thick file of intel on Bela, obtained through his mysterious contact network. Rufus, we love you.

Sam finds his way into Doc’s creepy shed. The creepy shed is a must-have accessory for the modern sociopath! Sam discovers the latest victim dead on the table. Next to him there’s another slab where a woman lies tied down, maggots on her arm. She shrieks when she wakes up and sees Sam. Up above, Doc hears the disturbance and heads down to check it out. Fortunately, Sam and the woman are good climbers. They’ve escaped out the window by the time the doc searches the basement. Though Doc catches up to them at the car, Sam runs him over and they peel away.

Dean ambushes Bela, ordering her to stand down while he searches her room for the Colt. She swears that it’s gone - she sold it already. Dean reads Bela her own sob story when she pleads for her life. She had her parents killed and inherited millions. Dean is smug and self-righteous, but we flash back to Bela’s memories. She’s young and crying while sitting on a bed. Her father walks in and closes the door…

Bela smiles coolly after the horrible memory. “They were lovely people, and I killed them.” Dean aims the gun for her forehead when he notices some brambles slipping over the doorframe. He drops the gun and leaves in disgust. Bela, clever girl that she is, reveals a motel receipt that she picked from Dean’s pocket. She calls someone on the phone to relay the Winchester’s whereabouts.

Driving back from Bela’s, Dean is in a tailspin. The Colt’s gone and pursuing Bela turned out to be a wild goose chase. He’s facing his own mortality and it is a B I T C H. Don’t worry, Dean. Sam has a plan! Sam found Doc’s lab books which explain “scientifically” how he’s managed to stay alive forever. While Sam nerds out about the Doc’s Super Life Extending Elixir, he’s attacked from behind and chloroformed. Science!

When Sam wakes up, his eyes are taped open which is UNNECESSARY.

Doc reassures him that he will almost definitely probably survive the procedure. He prepares his surgical instruments, all the while bitching about how much maintenance he has to do to stay alive. Creepy old men, amirite? He’s after Sam’s peepers and as fandom knows, Sam has EXTREMELY POWERFUL PUPPY EYES - so these are high value items.

Doc holds up John’s journal and lets Sam know that there’s probably a good dollop of revenge in this eye stealing. He then pulls out a MELON BALLER and I flinch and pretend I’m not watching it start to scoop around Sam’s eye. UUUUUGH. A+ body horror, show.

Fortunately, Dean arrives and shoots some ventilation holes into the ol’ doc. The gunshots don’t seem to do a thing to slow him down. Dean jabs a knife in his heart and Doc just chuckles...until Dean waggles a bottle of chloroform. He soaked the knife in it, and now Dean’s managed to drug his whole system. I love one smart boy!

Also, look at his skull bracelet! I love one well accessorized boy! I miss Dean and jewelry.

Doc passes out. When he wakes up he’s tied to the table. Doc pleads for his life - he can give Dean immortality. Dean looks at his ugly mug and probably thinks, “Nah, I’m too pretty.” Sam proposes taking the Doc up on his offer. It’ll be years before Dean needs new organs! (All of us fans just wipe our brow and thank this universe for throwing a healing angel at this Winchester and his put-upon liver and arteries.) Dean refuses utterly. He’d rather go to Hell than sign away his humanity willingly.

When Doc wakes up again, he’s trapped in a refrigerator. He pounds at the door, which is chained closed. His book of immortality lies on top. The Winchesters bury him, shovel-full by shovel-full.

Bela arrives at Sam and Dean’s motel room, shooting the people-shaped mounds in the beds. She peels back the covers and discovers two GRUESOMELY DYING….blow up dolls.

The phone rings, and it’s Dean. He realized he was pick-pocketed and they cleared out before she could take them out. Dean also tells her that the herb above her door was devil’s shoestring, and is used to ward off hell hounds. He knows she’s facing down a demon deal now.

We flash back again to young Bela. A little girl swings next to her and promises to kill Bela’s parents and she won’t need to pay a thing for ten years. Bela confesses that the original deal for the Colt was to tear up her contract, but the demons changed it so that she would need to kill Sam as well to save herself. Bela cries as the clock ticks her life away. She confesses that she knows who holds Dean’s deal - it’s the same demon who holds her own. Lilith.

“See you in Hell,” Dean says as a parting shot...AND also as a polite appointment for hellfire tea time. Bela hangs up the phone. In the distance, hell hounds howl. She stands, and awaits her fate.

Rufus Quoter is Our Hero:

Dr. Quinn, medicine zombie

I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak

You are knocking at my door, so don't "Look, man" me. I'm not your man

Ears are as unique to humans as fingerprints

This whole eternal-life thing is very high-maintenance

What part of immortality do you not understand?

Wow, demons untrustworthy? Shocker

My man Dave Caruso will be stoked to hear it.

Excuse me? No, no, we’re very smart

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