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marymary-diva17 · 20 days

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A new baby in the family

A new baby to the family always seems to change, everything within the family and home. As now there is someone new in the home and family, that will need all the love and support from those who care about them and love them dearly.

Jake x reader x neytiri

A baby boy

the family had been in happy spirts since the arrivals of the newest members, of the family. A baby boy that had brought smiles to the whole family face, and now their home had become even more lively and joyful.

Y/n “ you are such a bundle of boy” you held your son and kissed his chubby checks, making the making laugh and smile.

neytiri “ he so handsome as well” you are sitting in common area of your home, with neytiri as she was making dinner and taking care of you and the baby.

neteyam “ mama mom we wre home” the kids soon stepped into the home. Right away they rushed to be near their baby brother.

Tuk “ hey baby brother hey there”

y/n “ tuk sweetie will you love to hold him” tuk had nodded her head as, you and passed her the baby. you had stood up soon gaining the attention of three eldest kids and neytiri.

Neytiri “ ma y/n you should be careful the birth was long and hard”

y/n “ yes I know and I’m fine my love”

neteyam “ we can help around here mama”

y/n “ I know you will”

Kiri “ we have a gift for baby brother as well” Kiri and loak soon brought over some blankets, and basket for the baby to sleep in.

loak “ we have made it for our baby brother”

y/n “ this is wonderful my loves”the kids smiled as they soon started, care for their new baby brother.

Jake “hey everyone I'm home"

y/n " welcome home"

Jake " sweetie you should be resting you know that"

y/n " yes I know but I'm good right now" Jake had soon made you sit back down, as he soon walked over to the kids and took his baby son from them.

kiri " dad no fair you have to wait"

Jake " I over rank you all when it comes to spending time with my baby boy"

neteyam " yes sir"

neytiri " he will have his ceremony soon"

y/n " yes he will and with his smile he will win over everyone"

lo'ak " what will his name be or are we going to keep calling him baby or little one"

Jake " well we have been discussing this name for quite some time"

neytiri " thought about it hard as well when it came to naming, the newest member"

y/n " we have chosen on to name your baby brother Aikay" the kids had smiled at the name, of their baby brother. Day later on bright sunny day your son will have his ceremony.

Jake " Aikay" Jake held his son in the air like he held all the other of his kids, as smile had grown on your face as neytiri brought you into a warm hug.

everyone " Aikay" it seems like the family had become bigger and happier, with the newest addition added to the family. The family had fallen in love with him, and it seems like he loves being with his family as well.

Jake x tsu'tey x reader x neytiri

twins - boys

The family had become overjoyed when the two newest members, had joined the family. Twins a brith that was rare among the navi but celebrated and welcomed indeed.

y/n " see babies this is your home all this beautiful nature" you had left the village, as you went to the base for check for the twins. As you were now holding them in the baby carrier as they looked around bit by bit.

y/n " Rakxa and Zuua your fathers had picked perfect names"

???? " mama"

y/n " yes" you had heard your name being called and soon saw neteyam show himself, as he smiled and soon ran towards you with a bright smile in him.

neteyam " hey mama and baby brothers"

y/n " we are heading back home after a check up"

neteyam " are my baby brother healthy mama"

y/n " they are health and strong my son"

???? " neteyam did you find them"

Neteyam " yes over here" the rest of the family had soon appeared showing themselves, to you and neteyam.

tsu'tey " ma y/n we have been worried"

y/n " no need to worry my husband"

neytiri " well you have been longer then usual during these checkups"

Jake " yes we came looking for you after a while to see how everything, is going with you and the twins"

y/n " well if you most know it had taken longer as we have twins, as you all remember and they had to run all the test" the babies seem to noticed the rest of the family was here, started reaching out their hands.

tsu'tey " come here Rakxa were you good for you mama"

Jake " Zuua come here little man let give your mama a rest"

y/n " okay first off they both were good and second I'm good"

neytiri " yes but we are here to help ma y/n"

y/n " I know"

lo'ak " mama can we have some days when we watch the twins for you"

kiri " yes we can babysit them for you mama it will be good and give you time off as well"

neteyam " yes mom you can trust us and we will all be responsible"

y/n "okay"

tuk " can I help as well"

y/n " yes you can sweetie"

neytiri " they are so cute they look so much like our husbands"

y/n " yes I have to agree" Jake and tsu'tey had smiled at each other and soon their wives.

tsu'tey " you are right ma neytiri as eywa has blessed us wonderful with, two new addition to the family"

neytiri " yes she did now come on lets head home all of us" the kids had nodded their heads, the boys had taken their baby brother and carried them home. The great mother had blessed you definitely with a big and beautiful family, that has gotten bigger over time.

Tsu'tey x Reader

a baby girl

The family of three that you once had seem to have become bigger, as you now welcome a new baby into the family. You had a baby girl that is beautiful and joyful, and had made the family very happy with a new member to the family.

Tsu'tey " Laayle" tsu'tey is sitting in the common room with spider as they looked at laayle as she laid down, on a blanket looking at them.

spider " Laayle"

y/n " what are you boys doing"

spider " mom"

tsu'tey " ma y/n"

y/n " hello I came home after getting check up from mo'at and norm"

tsu'tey " is everything okay my love"

y/n " everything is fine my husband but they will love to see, our Laayle next to see how she doing"

tsu'tey " well she is doing good yawne I and our son have been taking good care of her all day"

spider " well dad has been hogging her all day"

tsu'tey " you were busy and should be spending time with your cousins as well'

y/n " no fighting it will upset Laayle right baby girl you don't, like it when you sempu and brother fight" you and sat with them and soon picked her up, kissing her chubby checks making her laugh.

y/n " oh you are so cute"

spider " she the cutest baby ever mom"

tsu'tey " she get that from her mama"

y/n " aww that very nice handsome" Tsu’tey smiled his smiled grew brighter, when Laayle had reached out to him. He soon took her from you and held her in his arms.

spider “ mom will it be fine I take her out of village towards, the meadow over here with my cousins we will all keep an eye on her”

y/n “ yes you can it will be good for your sister, to have some fun outside of the village”

Tsu’tey “ we also should take her one some flights as well, it will be good for her to experience it”

y/n “ well yes that will be good as we did to for spider, we should do it for our baby girl as well” the family had smiled brightly as they had spent the day together as family, showing Laayle everything. The one happy family of three had soon become a family of four, outgoing spirts that always seemed to be having joyful moments.

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zepskies · 1 year

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Never Say Goodbye - Part 6

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

Word Count: 4,800 Warnings: Angst, fluff, and some supernatural shenanigans.

Part 6: Trust Building

After you showered and dressed in a clean shirt and yoga pants, you felt refreshed but still somewhat anxious. You don’t have anything to be nervous about, you tried to remind yourself.

You finally met him. His name is Dean. He seems…nice.

A soft smile grew on your face when you thought of how he’d looked over your injuries in concern. How he’d seemed just as nervous as you, but was familiar in his teasing and gentle when he’d helped you up the stairs.

He seemed to be a decent guy. But so had Danny Schmitt.

That thought made you shudder. Those horrific memories of last night tried to surface, but you stubbornly shoved them down by covering your eyes with your hands and letting out a few deep breaths.

When you’d calmed down, you released your trembling hands. That’s it, you decided. You were going downstairs. You were going to go crazy if you stayed up here in this room.

…Plus, you were getting hungry.

Things were probably going to get awkward fast, but you were up for it. You didn’t want to be rude to your uncle, and you wanted to get know Dean and his brother Sam.

So you carefully descended the stairs, trying not to freeze in place when all three men paused in their conversation to look at you. You gave a little wave.

“How’re you feelin’?” Bobby asked.

“I’m okay.” You joined Sam and Dean on the couch once they made room for you. Bobby sat in a rickety chair across from them, with a coffee table full of old, open books in between. What kind of book club were these guys having?

You shared a small smile with Dean, who seemed to take a brief moment to look you over. You noticed his gaze lingered on your yoga pants. But smoothly his eyes returned to your face. He inhaled and looked curious.

“What’s that, apples?” he asked. You blinked in confusion, until you realized what he meant: your body wash. To be fair, it did have a strong smell.

“Oh, apple spice.” You nodded. “Good guess!”

Dean grinned a little. “It’s nice.”

Sitting on his other side, Sam rested an elbow on the couch’s arm. He hid a smile behind his hand, while Bobby just rolled his eyes.

“All right, well dinner’s on the way,” your uncle said. “Hope you like Chinese.”

You were just about to reply affirmatively when your phone buzzed on the coffee table. With a quick glance, you saw who it was and frowned. Dad.

“That’s been going off non-stop for the past ten minutes,” Dean said.

“Yeah,” you sighed, and went to pick up the phone. “Hi, Dad.”

You felt guilty about taking off from Jody’s house without telling anyone, but in fairness, you’d left her a note. Your dad was stern and quick to reproach you.

“You can’t just take off like that. You had me looking over the whole damn town for you!” said Jack.

Your lips pressed together. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where I was going, but now you know where I am. I’m safe.”

Jack started to interject, but you cut in before he could start giving you orders.

“Tell Jody I’m sorry, but I’m comfortable here,” you said, glancing up at Bobby, and then at Sam and Dean.

“…Fine. The house should be back to normal in a couple of days. If you leave Bobby’s house for any reason, you call me,” Jack said.

Like you were a child.

“Fine,” you snapped and hung up the phone. Then you looked up at the men, who all looked away as if they hadn’t been listening.

“Sorry,” you added. “My dad’s a bit…overprotective.”

“I mean…can you really blame him right now?” Dean asked. “I get it, you ditched your babysitter. But not for nothing, I’d probably react the same way.”

His face was more serious, devoid of the flirtatious teasing from before. Your hackles started to rise as he took your dad’s side…until you realized that he meant well. Through the connection that bonded your soul with his, what you felt most was his concern for you.

And, he might actually have a point.

You just weren’t willing to acknowledge that just yet.

You tried to get to know Sam more too. You learned that he’d gone to college at Stanford for pre-law, and that he’d planned to be a lawyer. When you asked why he didn’t go for it, he and Dean got quiet.

That’s when the takeout finally came. You sensed it was a sensitive topic, so you didn’t push it.

The four of you ate while Sam and Dean traded off telling childhood stories and motel room antics, most of which made you laugh.

But you became sad when you realized what Dean had told you once was true: he and Sam had been raised on the open road. They hadn’t truly had a home since Dean was five years old, and Sam had been just an infant, after their mother died.

“The house burned down,” Dean explained, but you had a feeling there was more to the story. You sensed it in his guarded emotions—both in his body language and through your bond.

“Nice ring,” he remarked, noting the flash of silver on your right hand. You gave him a closer look and he took the opportunity to take your hand. You tried (and failed) not to blush.

“My mom’s,” you said, your eyes lowering. “She…died when I was around fourteen.”

Dean sighed and released your hand. “I’m sorry.”

You knew he understood how you felt. He’d lost his mom too.

“What about your dad?” you asked.

Sam and Dean shared a brief glance before Dean replied. “He’s still around. He started the family business, so he travels a lot too.”

“I see.” You were very curious to meet their dad. If he was anything like Dean, then that man was sure to be interesting.

After a while more of eating and talking, Bobby wished you goodnight and went up to his room. Sam returned to the living room to set up his sleeping spot on the recliner, leaving you and Dean to clear the dining table and wash the dishes together.

“So your dad’s a cop, huh?” Dean asked.

You nodded. “Yep. Hence the overprotective bit.”

“Is that why you didn’t tell him about our…” Here Dean raised his brows. “Situation?”

You smiled in amusement. “Honestly, yeah. It just…didn’t feel like the right time to tell him about us. When you meet him, you’ll understand.”

“I get it. My dad’s not always a picnic either, but he’s a good man,” Dean said. “Your dad seems to be too.”

“Except he doesn’t want me here,” you said. “He’s got this…thing with my uncle. I can’t figure it out.”

Dean seemed to remember something. “Yeah, Bobby was sayin’ something like that. They had a falling out a while back?”

“I think it started when my aunt died,” you admitted. You were seven, and Aunt Karen had been your dad’s younger sister. You didn’t remember her that well, but you had a warm memory of her making pies for every season: pumpkin and apple for fall, blueberry for winter, strawberry and rhubarb for spring, and peach for summer.

“I’ve asked Bobby about it, but he’s not really the sharing type,” you said.

“Yeah, fair enough,” Dean said. It made you look over at him with some curiosity.

Dean was becoming something of an enigma to you. In some ways, he could be incredibly straightforward and kind in how he looked after you and asked about your life. But any time you asked about his family, about his past, about his job, he would pull back from you.

It made you nervous. What the hell is he hiding?

But it also made you determined to find out more. Now that you’d found him, you weren’t going to let him go so easily.

After the table was cleared and the dishes were done, you realized just how tired you were. Even your head was starting to ache.

Dean might’ve heard your thoughts (you had to get better at controlling that), because he looked you over in an assessing way.

“Hey, you should probably get some sleep,” he said. “It’s been a long day, sweetheart.”

Even that small nickname made you blush again. Dean noticed, smiling. You purposefully looked away and called out to his brother.

“Goodnight, Sam.”

He looked up from the book he was reading and smiled at you. “Goodnight. Sleep well.”

You returned his smile before returning your gaze to Dean. He crossed his arms expectantly, a grin playing at his lips. “My turn?”

You uttered a laugh. Gaining some courage, you leaned up on your toes, rested a hand on his shoulder, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight, Dean.”

Sweet dreams, you added mentally, then you turned to climb up the stairs.

See you tomorrow, he replied. It made you pause on the stairs and turn back to him with a soft smile.

Then, Dean watched you go up the rest of the way to make sure you were all right. He did his best to clamp down on his mixed emotions, so you wouldn’t sense them. When he turned around, he found Sam wearing a knowing grin.

“What?” Dean asked.

“I just never thought I’d see you like this.”

Dean rolled his eyes and sat on the other end of the couch. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, then rubbed at his face with both hands. Sam sat down next to him and dropped a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m glad, Dean. You deserve this,” he said.

Do I? Dean thought. “You know we’ve got a job to do.”

“…Yeah,” Sam said with a sigh. He was conflicted too. He wanted to give his brother the time and space to enjoy this, to spend time with you, but they still had to find their dad—and the Yellow-Eyed demon that killed Jess, and their mom.

Still, this was important.

“Why don’t you go up and talk to her?” he suggested, nodding up the stairs.

Dean frowned. “She’s going to bed.”

“Even if it’s five minutes,” Sam said. “Don’t waste any more time, Dean. Do something.”

So Dean went up to your room, and he knocked.

You opened the door a few moments later, but you hadn’t changed clothes yet. Sensing more than hearing his anxious thoughts had kept you puttering around the room, straightening things up, brushing your hair, trying to find something to wear for bed. You just didn’t know how to reach out and comfort him, or even if you should.

But you smiled when you saw him.

“Can I help you, sir?” you teased.

“Just for a minute,” he said, once you let him into the room. “You can kick me out whenever.”

You beckoned him to sit with you on the edge of your bed. You and Dean sat in silence for a moment, both of you trying to think of something to say.

“This is hard, isn’t it?” you said. Dean let out a breathy chuckle, his shoulders sagging a bit in relief. He looked over at you.

“Somehow, thought it’d be easier,” he said.

“Okay, let’s just get this out of the way. We’re basically strangers. Let’s stop focusing on the cosmic bond part of it all, and just try to get to know each other,” you suggested.

Dean saw the logic there.

“Sounds good to me,” he said. He reached out and tucked your hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing the side of your face.

A blush dusted your cheeks. “You like doing that.”

“You don’t seem to mind.”

“Not really, no,” you admitted with a smile. Dean returned it, before his expression became more serious again.

“Hey, can you answer something honest for me real quick?” he asked.

“Okay.” Though you wondered where this was going.

“Are you okay?”

You folded your hands in your lap and stared down. “Yeah. I feel fine, Dean. Really.”

“Not what I meant,” he said. You felt his concern through your bond, encouraging you to look up at him.

“I get it if you don’t, but if you need to talk about what happened last night…” He let the thought hang off, giving you the space to decline if you wanted to, or if you weren’t ready. You sensed that he was willing to listen to you, and actually, that he genuinely wanted to know.

Well, that you could believe. He seemed to be the protective type.

You sighed; as much as you didn’t want to think about what happened, flashes of those memories were already resurfacing behind your eyes.

“It happened so fast,” you began. People always said that in the movies, but it was true.

“I got home late. I was…talking with you. As soon as I set my things down in the living room, he grabbed me from behind, dragged me into the kitchen for some reason…” You took a breath. “When I had enough wits about me to start fighting back, that’s when he used my head for basketball practice on the counter.”

Dean was quiet while you spoke. He was trying to keep his darker thoughts from spilling into his connection with you, but that was a feat in itself.

It was a good thing for him that Danny Schmitt was already dead.

“I saw the kitchen knives, but before I knew it I was on the ground,” you continued, though it was difficult to steep yourself in those wild, thrashing moments. Being pinned down, not being able to call for help or reach anything that could help you.

Your hand went to the bruises on your throat. “I couldn’t breathe…then I’m…not sure what happened. Maybe I got some adrenaline-fueled, Hulk Hogan-type strength, because the next thing I knew, I was looking down at Danny’s body. And the kn-knife, somehow I…”

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you started to lose your grip, but Dean reached for your hand, squeezing yours. That, and sensing his supportive presence in your mind, gave you something solid to ground you as you breathed through it.

As was your habit, you twirled your mom’s ring around your finger.

“Danny?” Dean asked.

“Y-Yeah. We went to high school together,” you explained. “He was an idiot then. He got his fingers caught in the automatic stapler. How do you go from that to psycho-killer spree?”

Dean gave you an amused look, but he gave you an honest answer.

“Some people are born bad. Some people do bad things once in a while, and regret it,” he said. “Some people got evil shit on their mind, but don’t got the confidence to actually pull the trigger. Until they do.”

You let out a deep breath as you nodded.

“I just…Dean, I don’t remember grabbing the knife,” you confessed. “But it makes me wonder…what the hell else am I capable of?”

Dean could understand that, better than most. He let you lean into him and drew you close as you finally allowed yourself to let go. You felt bad for dampening his shirt with your tears, but you relished in his comfort and the safety of his arms.

Until both of you shivered. It felt like the room had dropped ten degrees all of a sudden.

Dean got an awfully familiar, suspicious feeling.

“Aw, shit,” he said.

“What?” you asked nervously. Your bedside lamp flickered, and somehow a draft kicked up into the room.

Dean got you to stand up by the elbows and grabbed your hand, heading for the door. It swung closed in your faces, making you gasp.

“Shit,” he repeated.

Your looked up at him in fear. “What the hell’s going on?”

“Whatever happens, just stay close to me.” Dean’s voice was firm, authoritative. It was fair to say you clung to his arm. Maybe that made you the quintessential damsel in distress, but to be fair, you were definitely in distress right about now. You didn’t have a clue what was happening, but Dean seemed to.

Then a strong gust of wind pulled him away from you and threw him into the large wooden dresser across the room. You watched in alarm, but you eventually made yourself move to go and help him.

That’s when a strange mirage glitched and appeared in front of you, startling you. It was a woman, maybe in her late-thirties. She looked familiar, but before you could focus on her face, Dean’s fist swiped through the mirage and made it disappear.

You looked up at him in shock. He was a bit banged up with a couple of scratches on his arm, but he held what looked like the iron handle from one of the dresser drawers he’d smashed into. You touched his arm, and your mind blazed with questions that you were finally able to express.

“Are you okay? What the hell was that? What—”

“All right, for right now just follow my lead, okay?” he said. He grabbed your hand and tried opening the door. It was locked. Damn it.

Sam called from the other side.

“Hey, you guys okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, we’ve got us a ghost,” said Dean.

“What?” you exclaimed. As in Casper?

Dean sighed. “I’ll explain later. Move away from the door, Sammy.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

In one powerful move, Dean kicked through the door and broke the lock. You and Dean escaped the room, but your eyes widened as you pointed behind Sam. “Watch out!”

The woman was there again. Now you could see that she wore a white blouse with small flowers on them, and a long, dark skirt that seemed to glide across the floor. You realized that you recognized the shade of her hair, the shape of her face and features—many of them were similar to your own.

You felt like the air had fled from your lungs, all while your heart constricted painfully. Dean’s head swiveled toward you; he’d picked up on the shift in your emotions through your connection.

“Mom?” you uttered.

A gun shot rang out, making the vision of your mother scream angrily, and then disappear. Behind her was Bobby with a shotgun full of rock salt.

“All right, let’s get downstairs,” he said.

The four of you ran down quick to the ground floor. The lights continued to flicker as you went, and a draft followed you through the living room where the fireplace crackled with life. You watched as Sam went and got cannisters of salt from the kitchen and started drawing a large circle of salt around you all. Meanwhile, Dean grabbed the iron poker from the fireplace.

“Okay, will someone please explain what the fuck is going on already?” you asked. “Why am I seeing my mom?”

And why is she trying to kill us?

Sam and Dean shared a look before the latter sighed and met your wide-eyed stare.

“Like I said, she’s a ghost. Yeah, they’re real. Salt keeps them away, iron fends them off,” he explained. “Temporary fixes though. The only way to get rid of a ghost is to burn its old body’s bones.”

That was a lot of crazy information to absorb in all of thirty seconds. Dean laid his hands on your shoulders to get your attention, and to ground you.

“Where is she buried?” he asked.

“The cemetery,” you said tremulously. “Don’t say you’re gonna dig up my mom, Dean.”

His face twisted in apology. “That’s kinda where this is going, yeah.”

You were a tad bit horrified.

“But wait, you can’t,” you realized. “They buried her ashes.”

Sam, Dean, and Bobby all shared a similar frown. Damn it.

The ghost of your mother, Christine, reappeared just a few feet away and startled a scream out of you. The four of you stood within the salt circle, but that didn’t stop her. Her dark eyes were focused on the men as she created a gust of wind to blow the salt circle away.

Bobby shot off a salt round from his gun and made her disappear for a few seconds. But she was getting tenacious. She reappeared moments later to continue whittling at the salt line.

“Why is she coming after us?” you exclaimed.

“Some spirits don’t pass onto greener pastures if they feel like they’ve got too much to leave behind,” Bobby explained. “After a while, they start to lose their grip on…well, reality.”

“They turn vengeful,” Sam supplied. “Poltergeists, hauntings—”

“But why would she go after me?” you asked. You buried your hands in your hair and closed your eyes. Maybe you could block all of this out and pretend it wasn’t happening. “This can’t be real!”

“Hey,” Dean said. He grabbed your arms just tight enough to break you out of your spiral. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “This is real. It’s happening. Somehow your mom’s ghost is tethered to something else, because I think she followed you here.”

“Followed me?”

“From your house,” Dean said. He was leading you somewhere—with his tone and his eyes.

You gasped at as hit you.

The impossible knife stabbing of Danny Schmitt.

You hadn’t been anywhere near the kitchen knives. You’d been pinned down while slowly choking to death. It hadn’t been adrenaline. There really was no way you could’ve reached them.

“She…she killed Danny.”

“Yeah.” Dean nodded. “Trust me, I know, because this is my job.”

“This is what you do for a living?” You were damn near hysterics.

He offered you a helpless grin. “And it don’t even come with health insurance.”

“He’s right, there’s something else keeping her here,” Bobby said. He looked at you. “Do you have anything of hers?”

“No, I—” You’d started toying with your ring before it dawned on you with a gasp. Dean looked down at your hand and came to the same conclusion.

“It’s the ring,” he said. “We need to burn it n—”

Dean couldn’t finish his thought, because Christine reappeared behind him and threw him several feet away. The iron poker in his hand clattered away from him. She turned to Sam and Bobby next.

Before either one could shoot off a salt round, Christine raised a hand, commanding a desk to shove them against a large bookcase. They had to shield their heads as books fell off the shelves and thudded to the ground.

Christine stopped when she turned to you. Instead of attacking, she raised her hand out to you. Your eyes widened.

“Mom?”

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t look at you with the same anger and menace as she had to the men.

“She’s not after you,” Sam said, with a tilt of his head. “She’s trying to protect you.”

He was still stuck with Bobby, while Dean was also pinned against the wall by the force of Christine’s will. He had enough autonomy to raise his head and meet your eyes with urgency.

“Toss the ring in the fireplace,” he told you. “Do it now!”

Your limbs were frozen in place. It was almost like being attacked by Danny; you could see the knives, but you couldn’t make yourself grab one. This time, you didn’t want to.

“I can’t!” You shook your head adamantly.

“I get it,” Dean said. He was struggling to break free of the ghost’s hold, gritting his teeth. “But you need to put your mom to rest. It’s the ring or your life. Throw that thing into Mount Doom!”

You looked up at Christine, and at times you could see through her spirit-like body. She wasn’t really there, nor was she supposed to be here.

Right now you were poor old Mrs. Jenkins, clutching your pearls.

So you ran to the fireplace. But the moment you fell to your knees there, a strong gust of wind blew out the flames. You gasped and turned to see that your mother was there, and she was now angry with you for trying to destroy her.

Frantically you searched for something to keep her away. What you found was Dean’s iron poker.

“That’s it, stick it right through her!” Dean guided you. Inside he was desperate to help you, but he instinctively buried it under the practiced focus of a hunter.

Your hands closed around the iron and you swung it like a baseball bat, making Christine’s spirit dissolve. Sam then called your name and showed you a lighter in his hand. He threw it towards you, but it bounced through your hands and scattered across the floor.

“For God’s sake,” you muttered frantically. You all but dove onto your hands and knees to scramble after the lighter.

“Watch out!” Dean shouted.

With a gasp, you twisted to face Christine again. This time, she commanded a chef’s knife from the kitchen.

“Mom!” you tried. While she heard you, she didn’t acknowledge what she was doing. Her face was twisted with a truly evil expression—one that you’d never seen on your mother when she lived.

The knife turned in mid-air. Then it spiraled toward you.

You instinctively covered your face with your arms and shouted. “Stop, Mom. Please!”

The room was deadly quiet.

Slowly, you realized you were still alive, if breathing heavily. You opened your eyes and lowered your arms a bit. The knife hadn’t pierced you, but it was still hovering in front your face. You remained very still when you looked up at Christine.

Her face revealed her shock. The evil dregs of death had melted away, revealing your mother as she was. As she had been in your fourteen-year-old memory.

Her expression softened into regret and sadness. The knife fell away from you and clattered to the ground. You let out a relieved breath and laid a hand over your wild beating heart.

Then it was Sam, Dean, and Bobby’s turn to feel relieved. Christine released them from her hold, and Sam and Bobby pushed the desk away from them while Dean rolled the kinks out of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” said Christine. Her voice was familiar, and also sounded overlaid with many whispered voices. Tears pooled in your eyes, but your hand closed over the lighter you found at your side.

You toyed with your ring and glanced at Dean. He gave you an encouraging nod.

“Do it, honey,” your mom said.

Shakily, you got to your feet and went back over to the fireplace. You used the lighter to reignite the wood, but once you took the ring off your finger, you hesitated.

A hand rested on your shoulder, and your tearful eyes met Dean’s sympathetic ones.

It’s okay. You can do this, he told you through the soul bond.

With a deep, shuddering breath, you nodded and let go of your mother’s wedding ring. It took a while, but eventually the silver started to melt.

Your mom’s spirit dissipated with a smile on her face.

The aftermath of that night was difficult, to say the least. The guest bedroom you were supposed to sleep in had a broken door, but the guys had helped you get it back on its hinges, more or less. You all agreed to leave cleaning up the house for tomorrow, as there were only a few hours left in the night anyway.

The way you felt…well, there weren’t really words for that. You laid in bed in a worn-out, oversized shirt you found in the damaged dresser. Your body was exhausted in every way. Your mind, however, was wide awake.

So was Dean’s. He stared up at the wall from his place on the couch, downstairs. Through the bond, he could feel the many shifts in your fraught emotions. It was keeping him awake too, mostly out of concern.

He tried to take hold of that thread of energy and send you something reassuring, even if it was just his presence and not his words. Because what could he say, anyway?

He sensed that you accepted the connection. He felt your gratefulness, despite the rest of it.

Do you want to come up here? you asked.

It surprised Dean, but his reaction was…conflicted. After tonight, part of him wanted to keep some distance between you and himself. His job attracted even more supernatural batshit insanity than a vengeful spirit. He didn’t want you to get caught up in that…

But a larger part of Dean couldn’t deny you, either.

I’ll be right there, he said.

Without waking up Sam on the recliner, Dean got off the couch and climbed up the stairs towards your room.

AN: Congrats to @spnexploration for figuring out the impossible stabbing of Danny Schmitt! You guessed it right on your first try. But I hope the clues I left were subtle enough lol.

Now that the reader knows about the supernatural, let's see what she and Dean get up to upstairs...

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Here’s the Lasko/his listener one I made!

@annahxredaxted here you go!!

Thank you to @meepisindahouse for beta reading! <333

Kody is their little brother but they don’t know what he did, till Lasko tells them-

“Hon, you know I love you but you've to at least try, I cant keep doing this,” They said exasperated.

Their brother was sitting on their couch once again, venting about how people at his school were targeting him and even getting him kicked out of his dorm.

“I did! It's not my fault everything is against me!”

“I know bud, but this keeps happening, you know you have at least some part to play. You always blame the people around you for everything, so it makes sense why they don't like you. I'm not saying it's ok for them to get you kicked out, but you could at least try to be more pleasant and not as back-stabby.”

“Stop siding with them! The shit they accuse me of is total bullshit! I'm nothing but nice to these people and then they get their friends to target me! I had nothing to do with these other people!”

They sighed, “Look I know, but my neighbors are getting really fed up with you showing up randomly and making a bunch of noise. If they report me again it's going to start being an actual problem that can get me kicked out of here. I don't mind you staying here, hell, it's nice to see you, but it can't keep happening this way, /please/.”

Their brother sighed, rolled his eyes, and fell back onto the couch, “Ya ya, whatever. Your neighbors suck.”

“Thank you Kodes, Now I have to run out for some food. Any requests?”

“Mmm, I don't care. You can't just make something?”

“Tomorrow I can, but I’m having dinner with my boyfriend tonight so I'm just going to grab something for you.”

Once again their brother groned, “Can't you just tell your boy-toy that you can’t see him tonight?”

“Don't call him that. I actually really like him Kodes, I think this one’s gonna last.”

Defending their romantic relationships from their brother's scrutiny wasn't new. He was always annoyed whenever they got with someone. The two were always close growing up and Kody always hated when they went out with guys. There were quite a few relationships that ended poorly because Kody got in the way.

“Ya ya whatever, I doubt it. I just wish you would hang out with me and not with some guy who's probably gonna dump you.”

They sighed, “I'm gonna go to the store, I'll be back soon.”

“See ya,”

They grab their keys and head out.

Shopping didn't take long, but well they did they thought about how much their little brother had changed over the years. He used to be so sweet, but something happened after they had moved out. The next time they saw Kody was when he got into D.A.M.N, after they had become a teacher. They had tried to meet up with him multiple times before then but he never seemed interested.

When he started at D.A.M.N. he ignored them for months, they tried to talk with him but he always had some things to do, which was fair enough. He was grown up now and had classes. But at some point something had happened and he ended up getting expelled. He asked them not to do anything about it, but he did crash at their place for a while after it happened. They were ready to try to fight for him, but he practically begged them not to, saying that he didn't want their career to suffer. So they didn't, they just helped him get into a new place and get back on his feet.

As they walked back up to their apartment they saw a familiar face, “Lasko?”

Lasko turned, “Oh! H-hey, I was just on- on my way to pick y-you up.”

“Oh is it time already? I'm sorry, I went out to get some stuff for my brother.”

“Your br-brother? I didn't know you had one? Does he live with y-you?”

“No, he's just staying with me for a few days. I'm excited for our date tonight! Just let me drop this stuff off and put on something a bit nicer, ya?”

“Y-Ya that's totally fine!”

The two of them walked back to their apartment door.

“Do you want to come in? I'll be quick,”

“Ya, s-sure!”

They let themselves and Lasko in, “Kodes I’m back! Laskos here, so be nice!” They drop the bags off on the tables and see a scribbled note.

“Went out

Be back to eat”

They sigh, “Sorry Lasko, it looks like my brother went out so you'll have to wait to meet him,”

“Oh! That's alright! I’ll j-just sit on the couch till you're ready,” Lasko smiled and went to sit.

As they got ready, Lasko looked around. There wasn't much on the walls, but there were some framed pictures. Curiosity got the best of him so he started to look closer. He got up and smiled at his lover's happy face in the pictures.

There was one where they were holding their little brother when they were kids, they were both so cute. It was labeled “Kodes and me<3”. However as he looked, one of the pictures made him stop, his blood running cold. He could feel the air around him tighten in his anger. The picture was labeled just like the other. “Kodes and me<3” It was Kody. The same Kody who had hurt Freelancer, the same one who had led people to their deaths by being a dick during The Inversion. He was… their brother….

He didn't realize how much time had passed until their hand touched his shoulder, he jumped and turned around.

“Lasko? Are you alright?”

“Kody��s your brother?”

“Mhm, Do you know him? This doesn't feel like a good thing.. Did he say something to you too? I know he's not the best sometimes but I didn't think he knew you?” The worried laced their voice, they had no idea. They couldn't have any idea, they were so sweet, there was no way they would care for him if they knew. But how could they not??

“Oh I know him.” He could hear his own voice, he was angry. He stopped, took a deep breath, and looked at them.

“Do you not know why he was expelled from D.A.M.N?” He was quiet, he had to be.

They shook their head, “No, he asked me not to get involved, that it wasn't worth it. So I just figured he did something stupid and pissed the wrong people off…Did…Did he do something?”

“He was the one who hurt Freelancer.”

Everything stopped, their eyes widened as they processed what that meant. They had talked to Freelancer quite a bit. They had told them about the bad experiences with another student, but never said his name. The kid had bridged with them without them knowing what it meant, then continued to harass them. It only stopped when the kid was expelled and that only happened because their friends had convinced them to take action and helped along the way. That…that couldn't have been their baby brother. He was a jerk sure, but he wouldn't do that….He couldn't.

“It…it was him? Are you sure?? 100%?!”

Lasko nodded.

Their eyes began to water, completely overwhelmed, they sat on the floor. Lasko dropped with them, holding their hands tightly.

‘’I…I'm so sorry, I…I knew he was causing his own problems but I never imagined he could do something like that…”

“I know, it's not your fault.”

They shook their head, “What- What do I do? I- he’s my baby brother but..but he..I can’t..”

“I know, take a deep breath. I know this is hard.”

“I…can't, I can't have him here..I can't support him like this…He..he's really terrible isn't he? He really is a bad person isn't he??” They broke down into sobs, clutching onto Lasko.

He rubbed their back as they sobbed, they kept repeating that same question, “He really is a bad person now isn't he? Oh god he is, it really was him.”

After some time they pulled back, their breathing still heavy and their cheeks tear stained.

“What..what do I do?” They sounded so lost. “He, he can't stay here, I won't let him but how…how do I tell him to leave? It feels like I can't just kick him out…he's…he's my baby brother but…I can't…how do I…”

Lasko took a deep breath, “I know it's hard, I-I know it's hard to cut off family. You don't have to do this by yourself. I can call Freelancer and Gavin ask if Gavin can come help. I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping get Kody out. D-Damien and Hux too.”

“God, I have to tell Freelancer, don't I? I have to tell them he's my brother-”

“Hay,” Lasko’s soft voice cut through the impending second breakdown, “Freelancer won't blame you, they know you. They will not blame you, you didn't know and were just helping your brother. You know now and you're not trying to defend what he did. It's going to be ok.”

They nodded, “Can…can we call Freelancer? I don't think I'll be able to kick him out by myself…”

“Of course.”

One call later the two of them were on their way to Freelancer’s apartment. It wasn't a long drive but it felt like it. They were too emotional to drive so Lasko did, during the drive he held their hand and kept telling them it would be ok, but it didn't feel like it.

Once they reached the apartment Gavin let the two in instantly, his usual playfulness missing. The three went into the living room where Freelancer was sitting with several cups of tea.

“Hey, there you are,” Freelancer's voice was soft, they got up and hugged them.

“I'm so so sorry, I didn't know-” They held Freelancer tight and they could feel the tears start to resurface.

“No no no, it's alright. It's not your fault.” Freelancer lightly swayed the two of them, “You didn't know, you were just caring for your family, I can't and won't ever blame you for that. His actions are his own, never yours.”

“He hurt you..”

“He did, I didn't deserve what he did. But he does deserve what happened to him and he doesn't deserve someone as sweet as you as a sibling.”

“I'm so sorry.. I..I didn't know what to do..”

Freelancer pulled back, taking their hand and led them to sit on the couch. They handed them a cup of hot tea, “I know, I can't say I know what to do either, I've never been in a situation like this before.”

“I don't want him near me, I love him because he's my brother, but…but my baby brother wouldn't do something like this. I don't know what happened, I don't know why he turned out like this…’’

“I can understand that, I can't relate to having someone who I care for turn out to be like how Kody is. I'm so sorry that you have to go through this too. I might not understand the care you have for him, but you can vent to me about it, I know this is hard.”

“I can't ask you for that! He violated you, I can't vent to you about-”

“Let me stop you there,” Freelancer interrupted, “You're not asking, I'm telling you and offering you to. I know what he did to me. It took me a long time to come to terms with it and well, I am still affected by what he did. That doesn't change that you are a friend of mine. He hurt you too by doing all of this. I might not be the person to tell how kind and sweet he used to be in a dream like way you can't talk to me about how this has hurt you too. Without my friends, Lasko, Damien, Hux, and Gavin, I wouldn't have recovered. Some of those conversions were about how Kody wronged them, or how they were upset about how he hurt me. And those helped, it was another perspective. I don't ever plan to forgive him and I never want people to try to defend him to me. You ranting to me isn't you defending him, it's just giving me another reason to never forgive him. He hurt another one of my friends.”

They nodded, “Thank you,” They sniffled and Freelancer placed their hand on their arm.

“I just don't understand how he could have turned out like this.. He used to be so sweet, I knew he changed and that that change wasn't good but I never thought he would do something like this.”

“We never expect the people we care about to be monsters,” Gavin said, he was standing behind the couch, his hand on his lover's shoulder, “It's hard to accept that sometimes they are.”

Freelancer nodded, “What do you want to do? I know you said you don't want him in your place anymore, but there are a few ways we can go about that.”

“I…I honestly don't know. I don't think I can just kick him out by myself. I don't want him there, but…”

“I understand don't worry, you don't have to explain yourself to us. Do you want Damien and Huxly to be there with you and Gavin? That way you're not alone? I would offer to go, but I don't want to be anywhere near him.”

They nodded, laughing breathlessly, “Ya, I get that. I don't want you to go anywhere near him either. I want to tell him to get out myself, having the others there would be nice. I don't think he will react well though, I don't want anyone getting hurt-”

“Oh trust me, Aquafina won't hurt any of us. He's learned that lesson. If he tries anything he won't get far.” Gavin said. His smile was slightly disconcerting. ‘:3’

They nodded, “Can you guys explain it to the others, I don't think I can explain it again..”

“Of course, Gavin and I will do that, you and Lasko can sit here while we call, ok? If you need something to eat feel free to rummage, ok? And all the tea is open for you.”

Lasko took Freelancer's place once they got up, “How are you doing?”

“Not good, honestly,” They laughed, though there was no humor in it. “It doesn't feel like I'm drowning at the moment, but this is so much to accept. It's a whole another layer that it's so easy to believe all of it… I think that's the worst part of it all. How easily I can believe Kody did all this..”

They let Lasko hold them. They both just sat there for a while.

After a while Freelancer and Gaivn walked back in, “The others are on their way. They were grabbing food so they grabbed some for all of us as well, Hux said food might help.”

“Hux is so sweet..”

“He really is.”

“Freelancer?”

“Ya?”

“Thank you, I know this has to be hard for you. I'm sorry for making you think about him all over again. But thank you for helping me.”

Freelancer smiled, “Of course. This is hard, but I mean hey, at least we have one more thing we can gossip about as if it wasn’t heavily traumatizing now?”

They laughed, caught completely off guard.

Over the next ten minutes the four of them talked lightly. They weren't ignoring what was going on, but more giving them a chance to calm down before having to do the hardest thing they needed to do.

Huxly and Damien arrived and Huxly immediately asked if they wanted a hug, they accepted. His hug felt safe and they stayed there for a while Damien handed out food. Once all of them settled down Lasko and Freelancer explained a bit more to the other two. They both listened intently.

They also immediately agreed to help get Kody out. The room heated up a few degrees even as Lasko explained.

“I want to talk to him…I want to tell him to get out,” They said. That was the only thing they were completely sure of.

“Ok, so we obviously want a game plan going in, Kody definitely isn't going to be happy. I wouldn't put it past him to try to get violent. Especially if he thinks you're alone.” Damien was logical and it helped them feel safe.

“If you want to be the one to tell him, I completely respect that, but I don't want to run the chance that he'll hurt you,” Huxly said. “Maybe we can wait out of sight until he tries something?”

“That still puts them in danger though,” Damein said.

“I mean..can..can you be in the room with me, Lasko? I know it's a lot to ask. I'm not worried about Kody really trying to hurt me but that's because I don't think he would. So that's based on an idealized version of him. I don't want to be alone in a room with him..”

“O-of course! I- I understand why you don't.”

“Ok. So here's the plan so far, Me, Hux and Gavin will be off the side, out of sight. Lasko will be in the room with you as you confront him and if he gets aggressive the three of us will step in and get him out and make it clear you don't want him to come crawling back. Freelancer are you going to stay here then?’’

“Ya, I’ll stay here and make sure all the wards and such are ready for when you guys come back.”

“What do you mean?” They asked, They were leaning against Lasko on the couch.

“Well, you're not going to stay at your place /obviously/. Kody is the type to try shit so once he assumes the others are gone, he's going to try to pull something. So we won't give him the chance. The best way to combat that is for everyone or at least most of us to stay here tonight. We have wards already set up against Kody, so even if he tries to follow you guys on the way back he won't be able to even come close. Plus I know it's not good to be alone after a bunch of stuff goes down.”

“I- Thank you..that..that means alot to me…I would really like that actually.”

Freelancer smiled, “Of course, you're our friend. We aren't going to let you go through this alone.”

They took a deep breath, “Let's do this. I want to get this over with.”

The others nodded.

Everyone except Gavin and Freelancer got into Lasko’s car. Gavin decided to rift ahead to make sure Kody wasn’t back yet. Damien drove this time.

“Hay dude, are you sure you wanna do it this way? This shit’s hard.” Hux asked.

They took a deep breath, “Yes. He's my brother, I have to be the one to do it. It will be hard but having someone else do it will make him think it wasn't my choice. If I need you guys I'll say so, don't worry. Just knowing you guys are there makes me feel safer..”

Hux smiled and patted their shoulder.

Once they got to the apartment building Gavin met them at the door.

“I'll text Kody to come back and you guys can just go into my room, it's a pretty small place so it's not far from the living room and you guys should be able to hear everything. Lasko if you want to be in sight you can be on the couch, if not the hall should work, He won't see you at first I don't think.”

“Ill s-sit with you. I don't w-want you do this al-alone.”

“Thank you Lasko,” They took his hand and pulled him into a tight hug.

Ten minutes later, Kody said he was on his way and the guys got into place, Lasko and them taking their seats on the couch.

Once Kody opened the door and walked in, he didn't immediately notice Lasko. “Finally you’re back, I didn't think your stupid date would be so long. What the hell were you even doi-” He stopped completely once he saw Lasko on the couch.

“Why the hell are you here?! Get away from them!” He yelled.

Kody yelling immediately caught them off guard, but they stood, “Don't talk to him like that. I know what you did, Kody.”

“I didn't do shit! Whatever bullshit he is telling you is a lie!”

“I know he's telling the truth, Kody. I want you out.”

“You barely know him and you're going to believe just anything that comes out of his mouth over me?! I’m your brother for fuck’s sake!”

“Kody you bridged with someone who didn't want that!”

“They said they did! I didn't do anything wrong!”

“They didn't know what that meant! You can't just say that and make it alright! What else have you done?? What else did you do and then come crawling to me for help when you got punished for it?! What the hell Kody?! I knew you were getting bad, but I never thought you would do something like this!”

‘You’re my sibling, you're supposed to support me! This is just that dumb fucking Freelancer trying to ruin my life even more!”

“Get out, Kody.”

Kody laughed, “You're not actually making me leave.”

“Out.”

“I'm your brother, I have nowhere else to go! Do you really want me out on the street??”

“You'll figure something out, I'm sure. But even if you don't it's what you had coming for pulling all of this shit.”

“I'm not going anywhere.’’

“Guys.”

Kody looked confused for a split second until Gavin appeared right in front of him. He stumbled backwards. Domain and Huxy came out into the living room, Lasko now standing and holding his lover.

Kody immediately tried to attack but was immediately shut down by Gavin. “I don't think that's a good idea.” He said coldly.

“Oh?! So the Freelancer really is collecting everything they can?!! They're just as bad as what you are!” Kody spat.

Despite knowing this could happen they still held tightly to Lasko’s arm.

It didn't take long after that. The three others got Kody out and definitely made sure Kody knew they didn't want him back. They were pretty sure Hux had to stop Damien from punching him more than once.

Once Kody was out he banged on the door for a bit, but Gavin soon let them know he had stormed off.

They all spent some time in the living room, it wasn't long until they started to cry in Lasko’s arms. Gavin and Huxly were kind enough to go and get a bag ready for them. Well Lasko told them which clothes to grab and some other items.

After a while they were able to calm down, Damien and Lasko sitting with them as they breathed. Once Gavin and Huxly had gotten two bags ready for them they all went back out to Lasko’s car, Gavin deciding to rift ahead to let Freelancer know it was over. Lasko grabbed their blanket and wrapped them up in it.

They made it back to Freelancer’s without any problems which was nice. The four of them were mostly quiet, but once they got back to Freelancer’s the mood seemed to switch.

“Do you need quiet or noise? Either one is alright. If you want to try and just process everything it's alright, or if you want to relax for a bit and try to have some fun to get your mind off it. We've got Mario Kart and a bunch of other things we can all play.”

“Can…Can you guys play? I don't think I can focus on controls but I love watching you guys play.”

“Ya of course! Now, what do you want for food? Snacks? Drinks?”

They laughed lightly.

That's how they ended up sitting in between Lasko and Freelancer on the couch. Listening and laughing as the others played and yelled at each other. The day was hard and painful. That pain wouldn't go away fast but they had people who truly cared for them, and maybe that would be enough.

“Thank you,” They whispered to Freelancer once again.

Freelancer smiled and threw their arm around them, “Don't worry about it, Now you sure you don't want a turn? I bet you'll crush these losers.”

“Hay!”

They laughed and took the controller, “I'll try once I guess.”

#redacted asmr #redacted #Redacted audio #redacted lasko #redacted listener #redacted dear #redacted freelancer #Redacted kody #redacted damien #redacted hux #redacted huxley #redacted gavin #Kody is listeners little brother

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"Gravity Happens" The Summer I Turned Pretty Imagine Fisher!Reader

Summary: Suzannah's cancer from the perspective of her youngest child and only daughter.

warning: death and loss

I figured it out first, being the pessimist, I immediately noticed when my mom's energy started fading again. One night after picking me up from a party when I was drunk, I confessed my fears to Conrad. He's the realist, so he didn't immediately believe it, but after paying closer attention, he saw the same things I did. Neither of us talked about it after that. We both just drank a lot and shared cigarettes in the quiet of the night. Jere was the last to figure it out. I think it's because he was always the optimist, just like our mom. Immediately, he wanted to confront her about it, just yelling it out at dinner one night.

"How could you not tell us the cancer is back?" He accused.

"What?" Belly and Steven asked at the same time.

"Kids, let's go into the living room okay?" My mom responded gently. The four of us got up and moved into the living room, while the Conklin's made their way upstairs.

I was already very tipsy, something I had learned to cover well, but tonight there was no hiding it as I snapped. "You can't leave. It's not fair. I hate you. We are all falling apart because we are just kids and we can't carry everyones fucking secrets. It's suffocating. You were so mad at dad for making us lie about his girlfriend and you're doing the exact same thing. Except you just want to lie to us and then just disappear one day. You are so selfish. Did you ever stop to think how we would feel? How it would feel for us?"

"Stop." Jeremiah warned, stepping towards me while Conrad wrapped an arm around our mom.

"No, I'm so tired of all this bullshit. Did you ever think how we would feel when one morning you just didn't wake up? When we went in to check on you and found you dead?" She flinched, but it felt so good to finally just explode that I couldn't stop as the tears burned my cheeks. "Then we would be all alone with a deadbeat dad and no one else. No one to take perfect little Jeremiah to his practices, no one to to sit up worrying about Conrad when he stays out all night with some girl and no one to-" My throat closed up, but I tried again, "No one to-" It was like my entire body gave up at once. My voice broke, my knees buckled, and I fell to the floor sobbing.

My mom was holding me within seconds and soon after both of my brothers joined in. We were all just holding each other and crying together. She knew I hadn’t meant any of the things I had said in the same way she never held onto anything I said to her when we were fighting when I was younger. I always got so angry when I was hurt or scared. Now, I was all of the above. My mom was dying of cancer. Thirty seconds ago I was overflowing with emotion and now I just felt numb. I don’t even really know what I was going to say. There were so many things I had looked forward to doing with my mom. Things I would never get to do.

“We need you.” I cried.

“I’m right here, sunshine. I’m right here.” She said, squeezing us tighter.

We stayed like that for a while, none of us saying anything else, just quietly crying and holding each other tightly. My mom was the first to break the silence, kissing each of us on the tops of our heads and then declaring "that's enough, crying for now. We are going to do our best to enjoy the time we have left together." She stood and moved toward the kitchen before turning back to us. "Who wants to make some waffles?" She smiled, one that none of us returned, but we did follow her into the kitchen.

She started pulling out the ingredients while softly humming a cheery tune. I took the middle stool while each of my brothers sat on either side of me.

"Jere, will you get the eggs, milk, and butter from the fridge?" She asked, setting the dry ingredients onto the counter.

"Sure, mom." He gave her a small smile in return

"As for you two, you can choose to sit there and sulk or you can help us make some delicious waffles." Conrad and I shared a look before getting up and helping get the rest of the materials together.

The motions felt empty. Our Saturday mornings as kids were always filled with tantalizing smells, warmth, and laughter. Now, it felt like all I could think about was every moment with her could be our last. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed with a drink and make everything else go away.

I felt the powdery substance coat my face and spun around to see my mom and Jeremiah laughing, each with a hand covered in flour.

"Seriously?" Conrad spoke up, voicing my thoughts.

"What's the matter? Scared of a little competition?" My mom teased with a mischievous smile.

Conrad reacted first, diving for the eggs and handing one to me, but not before Jeremiah hit me in the face with even more flour. I quickly retaliated by launching an egg that landed with a satisfying crack, spilling goopy yellow onto his mop of hair. Conrad threw an egg at my mom that connected with her shoulder as she attempted to put the island between the two of them. I think Jeremiah found the sink first, coating all of us with streams of cold water, which only made the flour that my mom dumped on all three of us stick like glue. In just a few minutes we had created a disaster in the kitchen, but it was once again full of laughter and warmth.

That was how we spent our last week at the summer home and the following two months after that. Conrad and I both drank less, but we still spent most nights smoking on the porch together. Eventually, the quiet days spent in her bed outweighed the days of laughter. She was so small and weak that we were scared to touch her, but she never lost her joy. One night, she got a burst of energy so we made popcorn and brought the mattresses into the living room to make a giant bed where we cuddled together watching her favorite movie. She slept on the couch while the three of us shared the giant bed. My mom fell asleep first and the three of us stayed up a little longer, just watching her sleep, no evidence of pain on her face for the first time in weeks.

I woke up first the next morning and I just knew.

"Mommy?" I whispered, my voice cracking and the tears already dripping onto her face as I tried to gently shake her. "Mommy please. I'm not ready yet." I begged, my movements becoming more forceful. "I'm really sorry. I'll be better I promise, just please please wake up" My voice rose to a scream at the end. The sobs shook my entire body as I desperately called out to my favorite person in the entire world even though I knew she was already gone.

I wasn't sure which of my brothers was holding me, but he led us both out of the living room and onto the porch. He held me against his chest and gently ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel him sobbing with me. Eventually I heard the door close and we both looked up to see Conrad with puffy eyes and tears on his face.

"I called the funeral home, dad, and Laurel." He said, his voice sounding as if the phone calls had take all the energy he had. "We're going to be okay." He said as he sat down on the other side of me and wrapped an arm around both of us. Despite knowing this was coming for months, it didn't feel like she was really gone. The only thing that made it feel real was the tangible darkness without the joy of Suzanna Fisher, the light of our world.

#the summer i turned pretty #the summer I turned pretty imagine #tsitp #tsitp imagine #conrad fisher #Conrad Fisher imagine #Conrad Fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher #Jeremiah Fisher imagine #Jeremiah Fisher x reader #imagine #angst

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obey me random headcanons

<3 not an anniversary post but when I first started writing on here my first posts were mammon headcanons!!! its only fair after 2 years I include all the brothers

<3 gn!mc x brothers little bit of diavolo and barbatos

<3 sfw, crack, fluff

levi 100% has mutuals that he's met online in other games or chatrooms but he met a group of people playing the same game as him and they all clicked so he got added to their group of friends and now they talk 24/7 and they all go to conventions together ofc they’re doing a group cosplay

when mammon had finally admitted to himself that he had feelings for mc the first thing he did was look up ways to flirt with a human and during his deep dive came across alpha, beta, sigma male videos and now flirts with mc only that way its canon I'm one of the developers

when lucifer, diavolo, and barbatos get together they talk about the good ol days before the devildom changed like bunch of old people

asmo uses aave but not in a correct way more like how white teens on tiktok use it

lucifer has chuckled at those cringy mom wine quotes and his favorite one is “I was normal three kids ago”

the brothers were shook to travel back to the human world during the 21st century the last time they all went it was defiantly during the beginning of civilization

since it’s like kinda canon the devildom takes trends and inspiration from the human world when mc came down they were definitely ahead of the trends

if mc where to ever pick up a side hustle i feel like they could sell old clothes on the devildom version of depop and like imagine mammon is looking on there one day and sees mc selling old clothes 100% mammon buys mc’s clothes why? because he can and loves how they found a way to earn cash responsibly he just overall wants to support them

ok i might make a story out of this headcanon but like imagine it’s pride month and mc is telling lucifer happy pride month and giving him rainbow themed gifts the entire day and he really doesn’t understand until mc takes luci to a pride parade and everything clicks

asmo and y2k aesthetic that’s all i’m gonna say

levi definitely has some favorite human world kpop groups i feel like he’d like the big three (twice, blackpink, red velvet) maybe 4th gen gg

people always say satan had and emo/rebellious phase but belphie 100% got satan into the emo scene which escalated into a rebellious phase, during this era they bonded so much and creating the anti Lucifer league kinda brought back memories

beel definitely played youth fangol or like youth sports in the celestial realm so when he fell to the devildom and started playing fangol here no way he doesn't coach little demons like they all love him and takes them to team dinners and stuff LIKE IMAGINE OMGGGGG

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Better Off Dead

Title: Better Off Dead Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: You and Dean have a little heart to heart. NR WC: 832

You had spent a long time trying to undo the damage that John Winchester had done in your life. His one visit to you had ended up giving you a healthy hatred of hunters. There were a few exceptions to your general feeling of the group, but those were few and far between. Most of the good ones had been picked off anyways. It was always the bad ones who tended to waltz into your life to fuck it up for a brief period of time. Dean Winchester had been a hard one to peg at first. You had immediately been distrustful of both him and his brother whenever they had shown up at your doorstep all those years ago, but you found yourself growing fond of him the more he popped up.

It didn't make any sense to you, but monsters seemed to gravitate towards you. You could move across the country and still end up in a town or part of a city riddled with some kind of monster. Sometimes they weren't really hurting anybody, but more often than not you ended up having to call it in to the Winchesters. Sometimes Sam came along with Dean, but lately, Dean had been coming on his own. You didn't mind, Sam was a good friend, but you doubted that it was all that fun to be around you and Dean whenever Dean flirted with you like he did. Especially whenever Sam had very obviously had a thing for you when the two of you first met.

"At this point, one of us needs to just follow you around," Dean joked as he jogged up towards your front porch. This was your fourth house in half as many years. The issue with this one had been an easy fix, which was nice because you couldn't afford to move again. People were getting suspicious, and honestly, you liked this town a lot more than you had expected to. So, you called Dean to take care of your demon next door problem and decided to really settle down here.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" The teasing back and forth had become a constant whenever you and Dean were around each other. Sometimes things stayed innocent, but other times they got a little heated. Dean rolled his eyes as he went in for a hug. You were more than happy to indulge him, hugging him back tightly before he pulled away. "You're looking a little soft, did you stop by Jody's before this?"

"Ha, ha, ha." Dean crossed his arms over his chest as you dragged him into your house. A soft smile made its way onto Dean's face as he looked around your house at all of the little touches of you there were inside of it. "Nice place you got here, not exactly how I'd decorate it, but it suits you."

"This is going to be my home, I just know it. One day I'm gonna have a family running around here, I'm going to make sure that John was wrong about me," you said. Dean's face fell as he remembered the words John had written by your name. It wasn't fair for John to declare you "better off dead" especially whenever you hadn't done anything other than exist. You were like Sam, the golden child of some demon who had come in and killed your parents. It wasn't as bad as Sam's demon, but you had been orphaned and nearly killed yourself multiple times because of it. Worst of all, you seemed to attract all sorts of creatures who wanted to help this demonic being claim their vessel.

"You've done a damn good job of doing that already." Dean's sincerity made your heart ache in a way that nobody else's could. There was always a sense of longing from him whenever the two of you had these moments. Neither of you acted on it, despite both of you desperately wanting to. Living your life to the fullest meant going after the things you wanted, so you decided to bite the bullet and go for it.

"You should stay for dinner tonight. Oh, and breakfast in the morning, I'm making pancakes," you told him. Dean perked up at the mention of food. "There's only really one finished bedroom, but it's okay, we can share."

"Share?" Dean questioned. "What kind of guy do you take me for?"

"Shut up and kiss me like you've been wanting to for the past seven years," you told him. Dean muttered something under his breath that you didn't quite catch, but still took you into his arms. In that moment, you were definitely glad that John hadn't killed you and that Sam had the idea of checking in on you to find out information whenever he read about you in the journal. Most of all, you were glad that they moved on from the idea that you were just a bloodstain in the life of John Winchester's life.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural x reader #my writing

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Karen Gillan and John Cho in SELFIE - Season 1

Posted: September 30th, 2014 / 03:09 PM

SELFIE creator Emily Kapnek takes on PYGMALION for the tech age – interview

The series creator talks about the new ABC romantic comedy

By ABBIE BERNSTEIN / Contributing Writer at Assignment X

The premise of ABC’s new half-hour comedy SELFIE, premiering Tuesday September 30 at 8 PM, may sound a little familiar to anyone familiar with the musical MY FAIR LADY and/or its play progenitor PYGMALION, though there’s a contemporary twist. Eliza (Karen Gillan, previously of DOCTOR WHO) still has Henry (John Cho) helping her remake her image. However, rather than a Cockney flower seller, this Eliza is addicted to social media, so much so that she lacks skills to interact with actual human beings. Henry tries to help Eliza become someone who can make real friends, and Eliza tries to help Henry see the world more clearly.

Karen Gillan in SELFIE - Season 1 - "Un-Tag My Heart"

ASSIGNMENT X: Which came first, the idea of doing a contemporary romantic comedy or the idea of doing a contemporary version of PYGMALION?

EMILY KAPNEK: We kind of came into the PYGMALION element of it from behind. We started off talking about relationship shows and potential romantic comedies, what the modern obstacles are and the presence of technology in relationships, the presence of the ever-present phone and laptops and tablets at dinner tables and bedrooms and every sort of occasion. And we realized that, in telling a story where that is an obstacle and someone trying to wean themselves [off of constant personal technology], there was inherently a PYGMALION aspect. So we embraced it and went into it. But it didn’t start off from a place of, “Let’s remake or tell a new version of MY FAIR LADY or PYGMALION.

AX: There are a number of romantic comedies coming on TV this season. Can you talk about how SELFIE is different from some of the others?

KAPNEK: I haven’t really seen everything that’s out there and I don’t know how much of a forefront the romance is [in the others], but for ours, it’s a little bit back-burnered, in that you want to feel it growing, you want to feel the potential there. Our pilot [was] a little bit long and we’re probably going to re-shoot our ending a little bit. I think some people felt that the relationship and the chemistry between them was even accelerating in the pilot, so really the goal is to grow it and that you’re rooting for them. And one of the things – I think in the original material of MY FAIR LADY and PYGMALION [the play that inspired MY FAIR LADY], it wasn’t intended to be a romance, but one of the things that makes it hard to get on board is that Henry hasn’t done any growing [laughs], he hasn’t done any evolving, and so you understand that there is a road for him to walk as well, so I’m hoping that in telling a lot of those stories where John [as Henry] gets to grow and evolve that you really can root for these two in a way that you probably wouldn’t necessarily with the other versions, which are great.

I wanted to see him change a little and even in re-watching it, [at] the end, for sure, he misses her, the absence of her, he’s grown accustomed to her face, but you want to feel that he’s sort as a person and understands what it is that she’s not responding to. I mean, I love stories where men are in their own way, or not even men necessarily – just anyone that’s sort of silently suffering, [as in] THE REMAINS OF THE DAY, you’re unable to articulate your true emotion. Ultimately, to really root for them to be together, I think you need to feel like Henry’s going to progress and understand. And Eliza, too.

AX: How do you feel about the end of SUBURGATORY?

KAPNEK: Honestly, it’s so hard for me – I’m so excited for COMMUNITY and excited for ENLISTED [in their last-moment pick-ups]. Ultimately, it’s a decision that Warner Brothers is in control of, and it has to make sense for them as a business model and it’s tough.

AX: Are there any elements of SUBURGATORY that you were hoping to get to do that you can weave into SELFIE?

KAPNEK: They’re very different shows, so no. I think maybe the biggest hope is that we get to work with some of those fantastic actors again, and I have two of the writers from SUBURGATORY in the writers’ room. We have a great room of new writers for SELFIE. It’s been very exciting, but yeah, SUBURGATORY is still a very sore spot.

AX: There was a bit of a musical element in the first episode of SELFIE. Will we see that again?

KAPNEK: Yeah, it’s really a fun element. Everyone is always really game. We have such a great cast and everyone is always really game for those musical elements. By the way, we did it on SUBURGATORY, too. I love a good song and dance number. So yeah. But not in a way that feels heavy-handed or that we’re trying to trade on the MY FAIR LADY thing. But I think it’s always fun to have that whimsical element available.

AX: How much is there a middle ground of, she’s learning to step away from screens and he’s learning to embrace the screens. Is there a message that you have about finding a nice balance?

KAPNEK: Absolutely. It’s interesting. There was that video circulating about the innovation of loneliness and people essentially feeling the more friends, the more followers you have, the more time you spend, you’re never alone, but you feel more alone than ever. John talked about our first meeting, when we sat down together, we were talking about social media, we were talking about the Internet in general and the exhibitionism and the voyeurism. If you’re not one or the other, or maybe you’re both, where you’re constantly putting yourself out there or you’re constantly digesting what other people are putting out there – “I’m ignoring my kids and constantly looking at pictures of your kids” [laughs].

I was telling him how much I knew about Jennie Garth’s divorce. It was like it was in the pilot and it wound up getting cut out, but I was obsessed, and I was so angry, and I was like, “Stop talking about your divorce,” but I also can’t stop reading about her divorce, and I have so much empathy for her. I was like, “Is it bad or good?” On the one hand, it’s crazy that she’s putting it out there, but also, there are human beings behind these stories and everyone’s looking for that connection, they’re looking to feel whole, and in some ways, I think the balance is taking what’s right from it, not letting it consume you so you’re only dealing with your device, getting out there and meeting the person and the people and having those real-life connections, social. But I think it’s a great tool. It’s not anti-social media, it’s really about finding the balance, and I think there’s a lot of cool, useful stuff Henry will learn from Eliza as well. She’s very smart and she’s very savvy and in some ways she’s a little bit like an idiot savant about this stuff, and she’s got stuff to teach him as well.

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#john cho #karen gillan #selfie abc #emily kapnek #interview #long post

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okay bed time everyone say goodnight!!! goodnight!!!! today i went into town and i sent off a present for a friend and then i finished my mom's birthday present and picked up a book for my dad to help him get to 100 books this year (he's at 91!!!!) i got my little brothers to sign my mom's card and i talked to my older brother and i did some more thinking about girl+dog and began to make a moodboard! i sat in a cafe but I missed their lunch hour AGAIN which sucks bc ive wanted to try their soups for ages and their coffee is not great but it was also okay bc i read some of the comics i bought in the shortbox fair and they were spectacular just brilliant and beautiful! i prepared some post to drop off in the mailbox tomorrow! i called some friends to help keep in contact! i planned an activity for me to do on my next day off so i have time to get to it with travel! i talked to my little brother about his interests and he's taken up some of my recommendations! i made my other little brother laugh! i got the cat to settle when a loud noise startled him and i made a congratulatory You Don't Have To Die dog cake for the dog!! i made the sides for dinner! i dressed up nice today and gave a button to a stranger! they told me it was lovely! i erased some rather embarrassing old notes in a book of essays so that i could give it to my dad it's by mary oliver so it will be nice and gentle to read during the winter blues! i cleaned my desk i did laundry for the family! i admittedly forgot to pick up my bruce springsteen cassette from the secondhand shop but i hope they will forgive me.. i listened to some new music and did not feel restless! tomorrow i have my favourite shift (10-2) (it's my favourite bc both my walks there and back are in the full daylight)(it means i can sleep in if I rest poorly but i can't also wake up early and do stuff before)(i can do errands in town after work and when i get back i can help with dinner and have a full afternoon to myself) (+it's only four hours so im not on my feet too long)!! okay that's all!! goodnight everyone goodnight!!!!!!!

#if you would like to tell me about your day/tomorrow pls do u can do so in the replies or in my asks if u would like #tad talks

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Out For Blood | Prologue: Blood Blister

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Munson!Reader ; Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!O.C.

Warnings: Strong language, No major season 4 spoilers but there will be through out the series, death, angst-y, horror content towards the end. SLOW BURN! ENEMIES TO LOVERS!

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: I got this done faster than I thought I would so here’s the prologue enjoy <3

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“Come on (Y/N) we should go to the pool and have fun in the sun.” Roxanne pleaded with her best friend as she laid on her bed looking at photos of movie stars in a magazine, legs kicking behind her as she twirled her hair, and music softly played on the radio.

(Y/N) shook her head, “We promised Jenny we’d meet her at the mall and we’d go when she got off work.”

“Ugh,” Roxanne groaned, “Why must she work? It’s not even fun! Being in the sun and swimming and looking at cute boys is fun!”

“Because, Roxy, not everyone is rich like you are. Besides, we can look at cute boys at the mall.” She responded as she picked out a swimsuit from Roxanne’s closet and tossed it at her, “This one, this one will attract you know who.”

“But (Y/N/N), you’re poor and you don’t work.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes in disbelief at the comment, “And the only cute boy you want to make sad little puppy eyes at is Steve Harrington, and sorry to break it to you, but he’s not even that cute… why don’t you try to go for Tommy Hagan? He and Carol broke up again, I’m sure you have a shot.” Roxanne spoke as she went into her bathroom.

“Roxy, if you keep suggesting Hagan to me I’m going to vomit. He’s not my type!” She shouted through the door. Roxanne had been trying to set up both (Y/N) and Jenny Henderson with Tommy since the moment she found out he was single just so she could have an in with Billy Hargrove.

“And what is your type? High school has-beens who’s best friend is our best friend’s fourteen year old brother?” Roxanne asked as she exited her bathroom, “Sounds pretty lame to me. But if you’re so dead set on ogling at Steve I’ll drop you off at the mall and I’ll go to the pool early to save you and Jenny spots.”

And that’s just what they did, Roxanne dropped (Y/N) off at the mall and went to the pool, spending the day flirting with Billy, as her two best friends spent an hour at the mall… or well they were supposed to. Jenny and (Y/N) had actually spent two hours at the mall, Jenny having helped Robin do inventory as (Y/N) stood at the counter talking to Steve and giggling at the lame jokes he’d tell her.

“Shit (Y/N), we gotta go.” Jenny grabbed her wrist as she ran out of Scoops.

“Bye Steve! Bye Robin!” The duo shouted as they ran, “Roxy is going to kill us.”

Though it wasn’t like Roxanne had even noticed they weren’t there. Her attention had fully been on Billy and when her two friends showed up she barely even glanced at them as she continued flirting with the lifeguard. Jenny and (Y/N) spent maybe thirty minutes before they watched Roxanne leave with Billy, the duo looking at each other and sighing.

The rest of the summer they hadn’t heard from her, just the occasional run in at the mall and quick hi and bye to each other, (Y/N) started spending her time with Jenny, Robin, and Steve, it had quickly become the best summer of her life. They had weekly movie nights at Jenny’s and it only took about the first movie night for Steve to start offering to drive (Y/N) to and from movie night, and who was she to say no to him, it was fifteen extra minutes to hang out with her crush and she’d be saving the five bucks she’d have used to bribe her brother with to get him to drive her. Those drives slowly turned to just hanging out by themselves, seeing movies alone, going to dinner together. The two were practically dating at this point, they just never put a label on it, so when Steve had asked if she wanted to go to the Hawkins Fun Fair of course she said yes.That’s why when Steve hadn’t showed up to pick her up on the fourth of July on time, despite always being five minutes early to pick her up every time before, she got increasingly more nervous as each minute passed.

“(Y/N), are you sure he’s even showing up?” Her brother asked as she sat watching out the window looking for the infamous BMW 733i to pull up to the trailer.

“He always shows up, Eddie, he’s probably just running a little late, he did have to work today.” She replied, messing with the hem of her sundress. She looked up at the clock hanging on the wall and saw it read nine o’clock and she sighed.

“He’s never late, (Y/N/N)...” Eddie gave his sister a sympathetic look as she got up from where she sat and made her way to her room. She began to take her makeup off, aggressively wiping her face as she cried trying to ignore how she felt inside. As she had finished, she looked over at her wall and saw two photo strips hanging together one of her and Steve and the other of her, Jenny, Robin, and Steve. Both strips taken a week prior at the mall, Robin, Jenny and Steve in their Scoops Ahoy outfits and (Y/N) sporting Steve’s sailor hat in both sets so she didn’t feel so out of place. Her eyes trailed to the left of them where a Polaroid of her, Jenny, and Roxanne from the last day of school hung; she quickly left the room and went to the phone, dialing Roxanne’s number and calling.

She waited about a minute before someone answered, “Anderson residence.”

“Hey, Mrs. Anderson, it’s (Y/N), is Roxanne there?” She asked, twirling the cord.

“Oh honey, we haven’t seen her in a few days, we thought she was with you or Jenny.” Mrs. Anderson spoke, worry etched in her voice.

“Oh…” (Y/N) trailed off, “I’m sure she’s with Tammy or Carol, Mrs. Anderson, she’s been spending a lot of time with them recently.” She lied through her teeth, “Thank you anyways, Mrs. Anderson, have a good night.” She quickly hung the phone back up and turned to see Eddie standing in the entrance of the hallway.

“You going to call Harrington? Or do I need to do it for you?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

She shook her head, “Just leave it alone Eddie.” She pushed past him, “I’m sure he has a logical explanation for forgetting.”

To which Steve did and so did Robin and Jenny, they just weren’t allowed to tell her. Jenny and Robin came to visit you the next day as the news of the mall fire spread across Hawkins and Roxanne’s name was on the list of victims, and even though Robin had left after (Y/N) had passed out from her hours of crying she still did more than Steve had done.

“Eddie, if anything happens to her, call me.” Jenny told him as she was getting ready to leave.

“867-5309, right?” Eddie smirked.

She rolled her eyes, “Haha, so original.” Sarcasm laced in her tone, “Goodnight, Munson.”

“Goodnight Henderson,” He started as he followed her to the door holding it open for her, “Drive safe.” Jenny raised an eyebrow at him, “Don’t look at me like that, I don’t need (Y/N) crying more than she already is.”

Jenny scoffed, “Whatever you say, Eddie, we both know you have a fat crush on me.” She teased before opening her car’s door, “Seriously though, if anything happens call me.” She told him one last time before hopping into her car and driving off.

As Eddie closed the door the phone started ringing, “Munson.” He answered.

“Eddie, it’s Steve.”

Eddie scoffed, “You better have a good excuse for not only standing my sister up yesterday but not showing up today, Harrington.”

“Eddie, lis-”

“No you listen Harrington, I have spent all day watching her cry over the loss of one of her best friends and even when not only Jenny but Robin were here she still would glance over at the phone and out the window in hopes your stupid ass would show up and cheer her up.” Eddie was so focused on getting his point across to Steve that he hadn’t even noticed his sister had woken up and walked over to him.

She snatched the phone from him, “Steve, take your bullshit excuse and whatever wack apology you’re going to pull out your ass and shove it. Lose my number while you’re at it.” She hung the phone up and walked into her room, slamming the door behind her.

A few minutes went by before the phone rang again, “Steve?” Eddie answered it again.

“Yeah?” Eddie could hear the sorrow in the other boy’s voice.

“Give her a few days, apologize then… I’ve only seen her like this one other time, she just needs a few days to cool off.”

A few days turned into almost three fourths of a year, she had ignored every phone call, ignored the knocks on her door. She even had Robin and Jenny tell him to stop, which he eventually did but only after leaving her a small box by the door. Inside the box were two items, a mix tape of her favorite songs and a copy of George Orwell’s 1984, she smiled slightly as she looked at the items before she set them in her room.

The phone started to ring, (Y/N) turned out of her room and answered, “Hello?”

“It’s your fault our daughter died, (Y/N).” The voice was slightly distorted.

“I’m sorry, who is this?” She asked, looking around.

“Roxanne died because of you. Because you weren’t there to protect her, you were off spending your time with a boy. A boy who never really liked you.” The voice said.

“What? Is this a prank? This isn’t funny Dustin!” She frantically spoke.

“YOU DID THIS! YOU DID THIS! YOU DID THIS!” The voice repeated and got louder, she hung the phone up but the voice continued.

The room got dark as she covered her ears and tears flowing down her face,”Eddie? Eddie!” She called out as she turned around and was met with the corpse of Roxanne.

“You did this, (Y/N)! This is all your fault! I’m dead and it’s your fault!” The corpse spoke and (Y/N) screamed.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), wake up! (Y/N) WAKE UP!” Eddie shouted as he shook her awake. Her eyes shot up and she gasped for air, “Shh, shh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Eddie whispered to her as he rubbed her back and she cried into his shoulder.

They sat like that for a few minutes, “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked her, she shook her head, “I’m going to press play on the mix tape okay?”

She nodded, as she watched her brother get up and press play, “What did I do wrong?” she whispered, Eddie barely heard her. “Did I deserve it?”

“(Y/N/N), you did nothing wrong and you don’t deserve any of the hurt you’re holding onto.” Eddie replied, “Understood?”

She hummed as the songs played, “It’s just I watch her die when I close my eyes and I can still hear voice as if she was still alive, Ed, even when I’m awake…” she trailed off, “Maybe I’m just overwhelmed… I just need to relax a little.” She said before laying back down and she kept repeating the last line.

Eddie nodded before exiting her room and making his way to the phone, he waited as it rang on the other line, “Hello?”

“Jenny, the nightmares are back.” Eddie tells her.

“I just need to relax a little… I just need to relax a little…” (Y/N) kept repeating as she dozed back off to sleep.

Taglist (is open for now) : @preciousbabypeter @honeymunson

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington series #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #kers writes

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asukaskerian · 1 year

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monthly word count - february

TOTAL: 6 014 ... eh. to be fair i spent a lot of time being depressed this month. :X turns out unstructured vacation time is bad for my mental health! POSTED: none of this month's writing! BUT. Also posted!!! -Pack fuckening ABO chapter FIVE canse the chapter got so big i had to cut it in two (you guys are gonna laugh, i'm planning to rewrite the tiny little epiloguey bit and i might have to post it separately as well. whoops.) IN PROGRESS -Bleach: pack fuckening ABO (3 311 words) -Naruto: cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO (438 words) -Bleach: suburban OT4 (903 words) -Bleach: psychic wolves (1 362 words) yes indeed i did start writing the psychic wolves for lupercalia and then BAM writer's block and the day passed me by. bluh. also i added like two words to bloodsport but i ain't counting those. no teaser for pack fuckening since ideally it'll be posted soon! and a pretty small one for cherry wine because otherwise i’d be posting all of it.

-- cherry wine :/ -- "Did he say anything to you?" Izuna asked. The genjutsu had showed them moving lips, but the sharingan didn't record sounds; any impression of noise transmitted came from the imperfect kind of memory. Adrenaline made it hard to concentrate as well on accurate understanding. "Something about... Making the lesson stick this time," Naohime replied, eyes lowered, tone subdued. "That he would teach me respect, since Madara-sama couldn't be bothered." A reference to the clash in front of the daimyo's brother. Clear establishment of motive. Tobirama finding her punishment too lenient, or even suspecting it to be entirely absent, so taking it upon himself to take care of it. "Hm." Izuna leaned back, crossing his arms, eyebrows knit in thought. It made him look displeased enough that Naohime flinched, a bare hint of movement but from her significant enough. "Anything else? No? Then..." His eyes glided past Daichi, the brat tense and staring, vibrating with the desire to come closer, landed on Higashi. "Hey, card-cheater." "Aw, Izuna-sama." "Settle her down." Izuna made the hand signal for alone-isolated-stranded, but turned inwards instead of out as the gesture went when picking out an easy target, hinting... Ah. Not alone, alone, but without-littermates alone, and the hint of movement toward Izuna's own waist inviting Higashi to compensate for that somehow. Madara considered the variation on the established sign absently, head tilted. Should they create a 'this ally needs comfort' sign...? Hm. One would probably emerge on its own. Battle-sign was fluid enough... The other Uchiha keeping their distances, Madara and his littermate went drifting down the secured corridor, eyes scanning the varnished wood for telling scuff marks. -- suburban OT4, nel attempting to get grimmjow to sext -- Goat: okay, picture this. nineteen, five months pregnant, sleeping under a bridge. Me: alone? Goat: don't interrupt me. Me: who knocked you up Goat: idk some jerk Me: hn Goat: grimmjow. >:( Me: yeah fine ok. sleeping under a bridge. Goat: suddenly, guy in a limo. Me: suspension of disbelief crashed Goat: fuckin pick it up then! Guy. In a LIMO. Goat: by the way it's also raining copiously and my tattered t-shirt is sticking to me like cling wrap. Me: ...... ok how much thought did you put into this Goat: ANYWAY guy brings me to his manor (shut up. Yes the manor is essential and also their bed is like the size of two parking spots.) Goat: hot bath with bubbles, five courses dinner, etc etc etc. then comes the time to pay my rent with my body, BUT! Goat: intimidated, i believe he will then ravish me!! Me: and then you wonder why women take ten centuries to nut. If you gotta rewrite war and peace first Goat: shuuuut the frickfrack up Goat: it turns out! I am not for him! His beloved wife is in a tender condition (swooning, possibly also pregnant) and he, too vigorous and virile, etc etc Goat: just saying, i would go down like the titanic. Me: uh huh Goat: very grateful and also very seduced etc etc, him looming sternly to ensure i do it right, her overwhelmed, never knew the touch of a woman, yadda yadda Me: i'm still stuck on how SOME GUY got you pregnant and fucked off Goat: OKAY FINE there's this sexy bad boy who knocked me up, condom broke, i didn't tell him BUT he finds out, comes to find me just in time to see the limo take me away! Goat: climbs the wall to rescue me from my lascivious captor Me: if i gotta keep dictionary.com open for this Goat: >:////

-- grimmichi psychic wolves -- "Okay, when you said 'I know where we can hide,' I'm gonna be honest, I didn't think you meant a love hotel." Studiously avoiding looking too closely at the wall of dildos, Ichigo took a cautious step away from the door he had just locked behind them, and re-locked to be sure. Further into the room Shiro padded cautiously along the walls, throwing disgruntled commentary about the nose-burning smells of cleaning chemicals and the stink of human upon human and all their sweat and sex. As love hotel rooms went, this one was pretty tame. Sleek black fixtures and spooky purple lights that illuminated jack shit, a huge bed, and behind a glass wall (to keep from getting the bed drenched, he assumed) an entirely transparent bathtub under what seemed a surgical suite's worth of floodlights. Also each dildo had its little spotlight inside its little glass case like they were a rock collector's exhibit but he wasn't gonna -- "You take one out and we're gonna get billed for it," he warned, ears burning, as Grimmjow poked at a two-tipped monstrosity. Grimmjow only hummed vaguely and went back to the crate they'd somehow managed to smuggle inside. "How did you even know about love hotels anyway?" "You kidding?" the other man replied absently as he fit his fingers in a gap between the crate and its lid. "That's the only part of your culture that stayed even a little bit interesting, after Aizen and Tousen killed the samurai shit with their fuckin' pontificating." Ichigo scowled. Didn't find anything to reply, though. After what had happened to him on its soil, Grimmjow was entitled to dislike Japan. "Not that we were allowed to visit anything anyway... C'mere, hold this open." Ichigo went to hold up the lid. Inside, Pantera lay unmoving, a puddle of inky fur; didn't stir when Grimmjow bent over the edge of the crate to press his hand against her flank. He didn't say anything. Ichigo tried not to stare too obviously as he tried to read Grimmjow's face, tried to find worry or relief or anything at all. The pack bond between them had gone placid and flat like the surface of a deceptively slow river -- all sorts of things moving underneath and none of them for him to see. They'd abandoned the truck and the man had gone into commando mode, or Ichigo assumed -- swift decisions, swift movements that ended up feeling choreographed in advance for how seamless they were. Grimmjow had stopped them on a dock and swiped an unattended dolly like he'd had every right to make off with it, swiped a crate the same way -- tipped his wolf into it from the lip of the truck and off they went to steal someone else's flatbed truck, someone's jacket off the back of a café chair, someone's wallet out of their back pocket. Ichigo had trailed after him like a lump and tried not to look too spooked.

#teaser

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bomberqueen17 · 2 years

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heatwave

so friday i went over to unicornduke/M-L’s house to help move furniture. the living room floor was done so the furniture tetris’d into the dining room could finally be moved out into the living room and then real actual living in the house could commence. it wasn’t a ton of hard work; to be fair unicornduke was pretty fatigued from the extremely hard physical labor of replacing the living room subfloor and floor and so was moving much slower than she normally does, and with no stairs to contend with, it was actually fairly easy to move the furniture. so we got the couch and TV set up, set up the new murphy bed for her brother’s impending visit (that had sort of... lit the final fire to get the floor done, to have somewhere to put him), and then moved in like... a china cabinet and the grandfather clock and the various coffee tables and some of the bookshelves and-- anyway, the room sort of took shape, and it was really pleasant and exciting and lovely and all. and then we went for tacos, which was fantastic, and then i came to help arrange flowers in the afternoon and that also went really fast. and then my mother took me out to dinner! so that was great.

and then i had been talking to M-L who still has a ton of unpacking to do upstairs, and seemed just... sort of overwhelmed... and i said, why don’t i come over tomorrow and help you with that?

I will admit an ulterior motive: it was 95 on saturday, and her house is air conditioned, and the farm has no ac.

so i did some cooking at the farm in the morning-- made a potato salad, mostly, for the evening’s pot luck, then came over to ML’s house, and wound up doing some more furniture moving in the living room, did like.... fifteen minutes of work upstairs, and then rearranged some of the kitchen cabinets, and sat in the really pleasant cool air from the a/c unit, which works better when not packed in among a Lot of Stuff. It was honestly really nice.

I only spent like five hours in the evening out in the heat of the day, and holy shit. it was hot today. it was a lot. there was not a way to be comfortable.

i got out to the cabin at like 9:15 pm, and I picked up a jar of water I’d had sitting on the table, which was now room temp-- 95 degrees-- and went out on the porch and stripped down and just gave myself a whole like 20-oz shower, which was surpisingly effective. I’m quite comfortable now, lying in bed with a fan blowing straight onto me.

It’s going to be hotter tomorrow-- well, today, once I post this in the house wifi. I should’ve found some other task to take me back to M-L’s, LOL.

#real life #about the author #heat wave #hot girl summer

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dirtanddistance · 7 months

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Bill's Beer Run Race Report

Date: 29 October 2023

Location: Casey Key, Florida

It’s been said before that you can never go home again. Nothing is ever quite the same, including you. On the other hand, I would suggest that this is a cynical take that only looks at the merits of being able to return to something wholly static. As I learned this past weekend at Bill’s Beer Run, you can go home and find yourself grounded in all that has changed since you were last there.

I’ll begin this race report with the disclaimer that I have not run it since I was perhaps in high school. At least 13 years ago. I certainly was not running with my brother then, and my mom could still beat me on a good day. Dad was alive, and largely uninterested in road races (or cross country races, or track races - to be fair, these are not spectator-friendly events). Walking into the New Balance store near the bridge to the beach with my mom and brother was like walking into a place frozen in time; the merchandise on offer had changed, but the store itself was ever the same, as were the faces of the volunteers checking us in. Friendly faces from a different lifetime asked where I lived now, excitement growing in their eyes as they told me how much they’ve always wanted to visit Vancouver. We drifted off to the Mellow Mushroom nearby for dinner, another place seemingly untouched by the passage of years since I had last been inside. I wasn’t entirely sure when I was here last or with whom. I can still remember the first weekend of October 2018 when my dad and I sat in the patio section, splitting a veggie pie; he told me about his Parkinson’s diagnosis with his cane (a new accessory) perched against the table as though I’d never have guessed anything had gotten worse since we’d last met. Being in the Sarasota Mellow Mushroom is not a glum experience for me, despite that memory. Weirdly enough, I consider this place to have some weird energy that somehow brings my family closer whenever we are there. I digress, however; this is supposed to be a race report and musing on the passage of time, not a deep dive into my experiences in a local chain restaurant.

The weirdest part of this race is the complete staticness of the course. Bill’s Beer Run has a very straightforward format; you run 2.5 miles, turn around, and run back. The start and finish line has been in precisely the same place since the dawn of time. The scenery of houses and hotels and occasional glimpses of the beach look identical year in and year out. They claim that there is a ‘hill’ at one of the curves in the road; however, after living outside of Florida for more than 15 seconds I can arrogantly confirm that this is not, in fact, a hill but rather an excuse for a disappointing split. Running it 10 years ago or one week ago is the exact same experience visually and physically. You drown in the humid air whether you are acclimated to it or not. I imagine whoever ran the first one had a nearly identical experience to mine last weekend. The flora and fauna of Florida are also very static. Palm trees and scrubby plants that hardly budge and have no seasonal alter-egos stande firm through storms and hurricanes line the way and contribute to the sense that parts of Florida must exist outside of time itself.

The last time I ran this course as basically a child, I was with my mom. Running a race with my mom during her racing prime was one of the most obsessive experiences a human being can ever have during their mortal coil. You arrive at the location no less than 1+ hours before the starting time. Back in the day of race-day packet pick-up, you would need to be at that check-in desk at opening time and not a moment later. Numerous trips to the bathroom would occur, with much hemming and hawing about when to head to the start line (at least 20 minutes before start time) and how much water to drink before the final trek over. There is absolutely no science to any of these decisions. Once I went away to college, I was finally able to work out that this plan was actually absolutely insane and figure out something a bit more reasonable. Running a race as adult-me with my brother after going to bed at 3 a.m. (Halloween Horror Nights was fantastic, thanks for asking) is a much more zen experience. Get up 30 minutes before you need to leave the house. Leave the house at most one hour before the race starts, arrive no more than 30 minutes before the gun goes off. Slam an energy drink and some water, maybe a protein bar. Time your fluid intake so you can go to the bathroom within 15 minutes of the race starting. Run as hard as you can without either throwing up or passing out. High-five each other while staring blankly at the ocean, and then spend the following hours politely entertaining your mom’s friends who remember when you were 10 years old, reflecting on how as much as things may seem static here, you have changed and grown in ways you haven’t paused to notice.

Now, you’re probably wondering ‘Where is the actual race report?’ and that’s a great question. After writing up a couple of wild trail adventures, I can’t say I have much to tell you about running 5 flat miles out and back on a two-lane road in coastal Florida. I will tell you that an energy drink can absolutely make up for the fact that you didn’t sleep the night before but you will trade some of your sanity for that optimization. I can also say confidently that I would have rather been doing Squamish50 instead of redlining my system trying to go sub-40 in a road 5 miler. Racing in an area where the demographics skew older, they tend to do the age group awards in descending order. Which, for me and brochacho, was torture. This race also did age group awards 10 deep. We might be millennials, but we certainly sounded like boomers complaining about too many awards basically being participation trophies. I’m just deeply grateful that I somehow did not get a sunburn waiting around for them to finally announce my age group so I could claim my second-place pint glass and go home (and resist the urge to explain the UTMB-WAM/CMTR debacle to anyone who would listen).

Towards the end of the morning (as I was explaining the UTMB-WAM discourse to my mom, and breaking the news that I would, in fact, register to do Squamish 50M again), she asked if that was my thing now, if I was a trail ultra person. I hadn’t really thought about the ‘types’ of running being separate identities very much before then; I’ve never exclusively done one or the other on purpose, and even this past year in which I returned to the ultra scene, I maintained a few road races on the schedule. Being somewhere where trail races and ultras are not only accessible but same-day sell-out events, was not something I had ever conceived of before I moved to BC. The same scene simply does not, and perhaps cannot, exist in Florida. Watching the community here respond to the corporatization of the trail running scene, I realized how pure of a sport the trail offshoot can be and how the potential ramifications of ‘selling out’ isn’t really a thought in my hometown running scene, for better or worse. I am thankful that I get to have a foot in multiple communities, with distinct flavors and histories, and that I get to experience the very unique pleasures and pains of absurd community driven trail ultras as well as those of obscure hometown road races. Every mile we run takes us to a new place, whether physically or just within ourselves, and with every race or run we become a little more of who we are, no matter where in the world or the terrain underfoot.

#fitblr #fitness #runblr #running #exercise #ultramarathon #exercices #race #racing #road runner #road racing #nostalgia #family #road running

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thedianadiary · 10 months

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0024.

What TV shows are you watching at the moment? none

Do you enjoy having deep, philosophical conversations? with many people.. but i am disinterested in doing so when a person is close-minded.

Have you ever studied human anatomy? i sure have, in college.

Do you plan to do much or go anywhere tomorrow? yes. i am going to hear all about moms first day at work and then i gotta meet em & nathan for birthday dinner and im not really looking forward to it. i think im a little bit depressed and neither one of them has been much of a friend lately so it feels kind of uncomfortable for me.

Did you feel bored before you started this survey? i dont really recall. i started it a couple days ago. i doubt it. i think i look forward to making time for it because im lonely and it feels good to pretend like im talking to someone who cares? lol wow.

Have you applied for a job recently? last week zip recruiter said i applied for over 60 jobs.

Do you have vivid dreams? yes, very

Would you have more word documents or images saved on your computer? on my computer usually documents.

Have you ever experienced severe health anxiety? umm probably so.

Do you have a drink with you right now and if so, what is it? If not, what would you like to be drinking right now? ice water

Are you home alone right now? Nope

What do you use - haha, lmao, lol, rofl? Something else entirely? lol, lolz, ahaha, haha, heh

What noises can’t you stand to hear? people eating loudly, picking on nails or feet, loud sneezes, burping, farting, etc.

What’s your favourite pasta shape? honestly all of them.

What state, territory or province do you live in? illinois

Would you rather be sleeping right now? I am okay rn. i am lately terrified of sleeping due to my neck and due to nightmares, and being way too hot.

Are you still in touch with anyone you went to high school with? I was homeschooled. so like yes i keep in touch with my brother. i also keep in touch with people i knew while i was high school age

Do you use the Notes app on your phone much? If so, what for? honestly, barely ever. i always end up using google docs.

Who did you last have a deep conversation with? i think it has been so, so, so long since ive had a deep conversation with anyone. i feel so lonely and im really trying to put myself out there.

Do you prefer floral or fruity scents? floral probs

What’s your favourite non-dairy milk? almond prob

Do you have any tattoos? If so, tell me about one. Nope. notta one

Where are your siblings right now? sis is in florida. to my knowledge one brother is at home in IL and one brother is in WI. but both bros travel at the drop of a hat for work so i cant guarantee that.

Which sibling are you closest to, both physically (distance) and emotionally? physically, my brother around the block. emotionally ummmmm probably my other brother.

Did you attend pre-school as a kid? no

What’s something you need to buy soon? jean jacket

Have you ever been evicted from your home? If so, did you think it was fair? no.

Do you go to cemeteries regularly? Who do you visit? yes. i go to two cemeteries on the regular. my grams/great grandpas + extended family, and my grandpa’s.

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Chapter 2: Beware of The Kims

At this point, Nabi was used to navigating school on her own. She had a couple friends from class and the extracurricular courses, but she wasn’t the type of hanging in packs. She was a silent reader, and a silent everything, actually. She liked to sit at the back of the classroom where she could simply take notes and not ask questions.

Nabi usually walked to the cafeteria with her two closest class friends during recess and lunchtime. Though on the days she needed to be alone, she went to her favorite hidden spot in the library, next to the Religion section, which everyone ignored.

One of those days, she managed to escape her friends for some alone time at the library, only because she had one objective in mind: finishing a novel she was too ashamed to be seen reading in public.

Lee Dani: Did you finish Chapter 13?

Ahn Nabi: I’m on it, sh!!

Lee Dani: omgomgomg

Lee Dani: aren’t you at school?

Lee Dani: you little perv! Hahaha

Ahn Nabi: shut up

“Excuse me?” she heard someone call. As fast as she could, Nabi shut the book closed and threw her phone to the floor, right next to where she was sitting. “Do you know if we’re allowed to eat in here?”

She didn’t even lift her gaze; she was too ashamed to look someone in the eye after what she had just read in the last few pages.

“It’s just an apple, nothing smelly or anything,” the guy said, unaware of how uncomfortable she was.

“I mean, as long as no one sees you, I don’t think you’ll have a problem,” she said, doing her best at remaining calm. Just as she met the guy’s eyes, however, she started freaking out again. “Kim Seokjin?”

“Sorry, who are you?” the guy seemed very confused, not expecting to hear his name out of her mouth.

“I literally had dinner with you and your family the other night,” she said, a bit annoyed.

“Oh, you’re Mr. Ahn’s daughter,” he said with a weird smile. “Nabi, right? You know, you’re basically the reason Mom made me come here,”

“To the library?” she asked, very confused.

“No, to this school,” he chuckled awkwardly.

“You study here now?” she tried not to sound too rude, failing a little. “How did you manage to get an admission in the middle of the term?”

“By taking an exam?” he frowned a little, not appreciating her tone.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in college now?” she asked.

“I… lost a year,” he muttered, becoming a bit smaller. Nabi felt bad for interrogating him like that, realizing just now that this was their first proper conversation.

“You can eat in here as long as it’s not smelly and you pick up your trash,” she changed the conversation out of nowhere, picking up her bag, ready to leave. “See you, then,”

“Sure,”

Ahn Nabi: guess what?

Lee Dani: Did you finish the book?!

Lee Dani: What did you think about the boat scene?

Ahn Nabi: what boat scene?

Ahn Nabi: No, I haven’t finished

Ahn Nabi: Seokjun’s brother is at school

Lee Dani: Doing what?

Ahn Nabi: Studying, apparently

Lee Dani: Beware of the Kims!

“So, Mr. Kim’s youngest son rolled in my school,” Nabi said as soon as she joined her dad in the front seat of his car as he picked her up.

“Yeah, they’re friends with the principal. They’re letting him finish by credits,”

“What does that mean?”

“It means he only needs to attend certain classes, present the exams, and hand in some work,”

“That’s not fair!” she grunted. “You know, most of us have to study our asses off for years. He just shows up and they let him in?”

“You better be nice to him,” her dad warned her. “He is not your competition, he is your ally,”

“If he’s trying to apply to at least one of the colleges I am, then he is a threat,”

Nabi’s dad laughed, though she was not joking.

“I’m sure he’s not in your field. From what Mr. Kim told me, he’s supposed to run the business in a couple years. So, no need to worry about him becoming a neurosurgeon,”

“That’s not what I want to do,” Nabi frowned at her dad, tired of him not paying attention.

“Oh, isn’t it?”

The next time Nabi saw Kim Seokjin was at school again. She and her friends were waiting outside of the laboratory.

“Are you sure he is in our year?” Nabi’s friends Yuna and Eun-Chae were gossiping about boys, as usual, as Nabi went through the reports they had been studying the previous week.

“Well, he’s in my Photography Class,” Eun-Chae said. “Jungwon said he is in his team for the mid-term report,”

“Did Jungwon say if he is single?”

“Yuna, you have a boyfriend,” Nabi laughed, finally joining the conversation.

“We’re not in the best of terms right now, anyway,” Yuna said. “Besides, did you see the guy?”

“What guy?” Nabi asked.

“Why is your head always in the clouds, Nabi-ah?” Yuna whined. “The guy in the cafeteria this morning,”

“I didn’t have lunch with you today,” Nabi simply said.

“Didn’t you?” Yuna asked; she wasn’t the brightest person, but Nabi liked her. “Well, there was this Greek god a couple of tables away from us. Eun-Chae says he’s new,”

“He joined the Photography Class last week,” the other, much calmer girl said. Nabi didn’t need more details; she just knew they were talking about Seokjin. Still, for some reason, she decided not to tell them they kind of knew each other.

After classes, she confirmed her theory when her friends went crazy about the guy who was walking to the bus stop.

“It’s him!” Yuna squeaked. “Gosh, he even walks like a god!”

“You guys are nuts,” Nabi rolled her eyes.

“Come on, you have to admit he is handsome,” Eun-Chae nudged her, trying to get her to say it.

“See you tomorrow,” Nabi walked to the parking lot, where her dad was already waiting for her. She appreciated how her dad always made the effort to pick her up, knowing it was their daily bonding time. “Hi,”

“Evening,” her dad greeted, passing her a smoothie he bought for her on the way there. “Just talked to Mom,”

“How is she?”

“Good, she arrives tomorrow,”

“When are you guys leaving?”

“Friday. Are you sure you can’t come?”

“I have exams on Monday, I mean I could go but I can’t risk arriving here late on-”

“Is that Seokjin?” her dad interrupted her as he saw his friend’s son sitting at the bus stop. “What is he doing there?”

“Waiting for the bus, perhaps?” before she knew it, her dad was rolling down the window as he parked in front of the guy and a few other students.

“Isn’t that Kim Seokjin!” he cheerfully greeted the boy, who seemed taken aback by the sudden recognition.

“Hello, Mr. Ahn,” the guy clumsily bowed his head.

“I thought you had a car, son,” never in her life had Nabi heard his dad call a random guy ‘son’. He was acting just like Yuna and Eun-Chae, fangirling over Kim Seokjin.

“Uh, I had a problem with tires,”

“Dad, we’re not supposed to park here,” Nabi whispered, making sure the guy couldn’t hear her.

“Well, what are you doing there? Get in!” Mr. Ahn said, unlocking the doors.

“Oh, don’t worry, the bus will be here any minute now,” the guy said, clearly uncomfortable.

“Nonsense, we live in the same neighborhood. Get in!” Both Nabi and Seokjin knew at this point that Mr. Ahn wasn’t moving until he got into the car.

“Thank you,” Seokjin said as he got into the back seat. “You really shouldn’t bother,” “No problem at all!” Mr. Ahn said, finally driving away. Nabi decided to fix her eyes on the road; maybe if she didn’t move, she would become invisible.

“You already know Nabi, right?” her dad said.

“Yeah, we met a couple times,” Seokjin cleared his throat, thanking they couldn’t see how he awkwardly he was blushing. He wasn’t good at small talk. “Hi, Nabi,”

“Hello,” she said, almost in a robotic way.

“How is Yongsan treating you? Is it much different from Hanlim?”

“Uhm, school’s good. I didn’t really go to Hanlim a lot,” Seokjin said, clearing his throat again.

“I guess you were too busy being a star, right?” Mr. Ahn laughed with that awkward loud-dad-laugh that made Nabi a bit embarrassed at times. “Well, if you ever have trouble at school or need help, don’t mind asking Nabi for help. She’s top of the class, you know?”

“Oh my God,” Nabi actually sighed out loud, thankfully, no one heard her.

“You should give him your number, honey-girl, in case he needs anything,” Nabi felt sick, actually sick. She felt like she could vomit if the car stopped moving, Why on Earth would her dad use that creepy nickname in front of a stranger?

“Thanks a lot,” Kim Seokjin said. “I’ll keep it in mind,”

“Come on, mouse, give him your phone,” she would have jumped out of the car if it hadn’t been for the red light that made them stop. Nabi didn’t know what to do, she simply passed the guy her phone and let him type his number. She didn’t make eye contact, not once during the 20-minute drive.

“Thanks, I saved my contact as Kim Seokjin,” he said in a small voice.

“Ok,” that’s all she could say. Thankfully, her dad continued his conversation with the guy in the back seat for the rest of the ride, while she kept on reading the book she kept hidden in her backpack.

“Oh, you don’t have to take me home, I can walk from your place,” Seokjin said, and Nabi wondered whether he was just as eager to get out of the car as she was.

“Nonsense!” Mr. Ahn said, and Seokjin knew by now there was no use fighting.

Nabi knew her dad’s friend lived close, but she didn’t know how close. It was ridiculous that they literally lived a couple blocks from each other, and still, every time Nabi’s dad visited Mr. Kim he took the car instead of walking.

“Thanks for the ride, Mr. Ahn,”

“It’s nothing, seriously,” Nabi’s dad said with his big smile. “Please say hi to your mom and dad from me,”

Just as if he had been summoned, Mr. Kim came out of his house, with a similar smile to that Mr. Ahn was wearing.

“What are you doing here? You’re ruining my front lawn,” Mr. Kim joked.

“I found the prince without a carriage, so I decided to bring him home safely,” both fathers laughed, but Seokjin and Nabi didn’t. They were too embarrassed to even move.

“Are you ready for Belgium? It’s a big one, isn’t it?” Mr. Kim had decided to continue the conversation with Nabi’s dad, forcing his son to stay seated for another awkward minute.

“Yeah, but I know we’ll win the case. There’s no need to worry, boss,” Mr. Nabi confidently said.

“The family is coming with you, right?”

“Only my wife,” Mr. Ahn said. “The princess is staying in the castle,”

How on earth was it possible for her dad to keep embarrassing her, even though she was doing a great job at pretending she wasn’t there.

“Well, Ahn Nabi, you’re more than welcome to join us for dinner while your parents are out,” Mr. Kim took Nabi by surprise as he spoke to her directly.

“Keep an eye on her, and tell me if she decides to throw a party,” her dad joked and she just wished he stopped.

“I’ll ask the prince to keep an eye on her,” Mr. Kim said as he winked at his son. “Good thing you already know each other,”

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So Perfect 2 | J.P

Paring: Young!James Potter X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: James falls in love with a bookstore called, Lupin’s Library, and can’t believe what they’re going through.

Preparing for a date seemed easy enough, except when it’s with a twenty-five-year-old man that already has a child. Granted, the twenty-five-year-old man was handsome, very handsome; maybe that’s what made this so hard. Every dress that she tried on didn’t seem to fit or didn’t seem to look right.

Y/n was looking at her appearance in the mirror when a light knock was heard on her door, “Come in!”

Remus almost dropped the tea he was holding for her, “You look spiffing.”

“Spiffing?” Y/n crossed her arms with a stupid smile, “That’s all you could come up with?”

“Dashing, beautiful, gorgeous?” Remus shrugged, “I'm not good at this whole thing. ‘S why I’m into blokes, remember?”

Y/n hummed, reaching for the tea he was holding for her, “Thanks, Remmy.”

“No problem.” He replied, taking a seat on her twin bed, “So, are you excited?”

“Nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s already got a child, Rem!” Y/n said exasperated, “If this goes well, then he’ll expect me to be Harry’s stepmother, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

Remus placed two hands on his shorter sister's shoulders, “You’re going to be fine. No one is more prepared for that than you are.”

“I’m regretting this.”

“If you don’t go on this date, then I’ll never call Sirius.”

“That’s not fair!”

“It is.” Remus replied, “How about this-”

“Oh no, you only do this when you know you’ll win.” She murmured.

Remus smirked, “If you go on this date and have fun, I’ll ask Sirius out. If you don’t go on this date at all, I’ll block his number.”

“But you and Sirius are perfect for each other.” Y/n whined, “And so are you and James.” Remus countered.

Y/n pouted, and Remus smiled, “Now go have fun on this date. James is waiting outside.”

“Are you shitting me?!”

Remus laughed, “Nope!”

Y/n scrambled to grab her things, and Remus watched amusedly, “You’re the worst, Rem!” She yelled as she began to leave the bookstore.

“Love you too, sis!”

The door closed behind her, and she was releasing breaths of air. James turned to see her out of breath and a flush on her cheeks. It made him smile. She looked absolutely breathtaking too. Y/n’s hair was styled, and her dress looked dashing on her. James offered her his hand, and Y/n took it with a gentle smile.

“Sorry for making you wait.” Y/n apologized, “Rem was no help.”

James chuckled, “It’s fine.”

James opened the car door for her, and she got in. Instantly she felt out of place. Y/n hadn’t been in a car since high school and ever since then had taken public transportation or walked. She and Remus didn’t have money for a vehicle, so they made do with what they had. The seats were black leather, and the car didn’t have a spec of dirt on it.

He got into the driver's side of the car smoothly and took notice of Y/n’s awestruck expression, “I take it you like my car?”

“I’m sorry.” Her expression turned sheepish, “It’s been a minute since I’ve been in a car.”

James quirked an eyebrow, “Remus and I walk or ride buses to get by.”

“Well, I’m glad I could be with you for your first experience back.” They both laughed.

It was so easy with James. Conversation flowed like water, and the air was light like clouds. His hand went from the shift to intertwine his fingers with hers. Y/n’s face flushed, and James smiled genuinely. James couldn’t remember a time when a girl made his heart race and butterflies fill his stomach like this before.

When they arrived, Y/n was starstruck. It was fancier than she thought. Her heart pounded, and insecurity filled her body. James made his way to her side of the car and opening the door for her again. He helped her out of the car and felt her hand tremble just the slightest bit.

“You look beautiful.” James assured, “No need to be worried.”

Y/n swallowed thickly, “Hey,” James turned her face to his, “If I thought you were underdressed, I would’ve told you. You’re gorgeous, and I think you’ll be the prettiest girl in the room.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her another one of those beautiful smiles before walking up to the hostess, “Name?”

“Should be under Potter.”

The hostess smiled, “Right this way.”

James motioned for Y/n to go first, so she followed the hostess to the table. Y/n sat down, and James sat across from her as the woman set down two menus. Maybe it was a force of habit, but she couldn’t help but let her eyes travel to everything around her.

He smiled, slightly amused by her way of checking everything around her. It wasn’t the fanciest place that he could’ve taken her - there was much better - but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. It wasn’t pitying that drew him toward her, though. There was something about her that made him feel like a teenager again.

The place was made of what appeared to be a dark wooden material. The lights were a dim yellow, and the tables were polished beautifully. The booths were comfy and with red cushioning. The atmosphere was cooling and dry.

Y/n had opened her menu and began to survey it, “Pick whatever you want.”

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, “I really don’t mind-“

“This is a date.” James reminded as he held her hands from across the table, “Let me treat you so well that you a second date.”

Y/n blushed, “You’ve already done that.”

“I have?”

“Shut up.”

James chuckled, kissing her knuckles, “Whatever you want, love.”

Half of the food on the menu Y/n hadn’t even heard of. Granted, she and Remus never really ate out much as kids. Usually, their mother - Hope - would cook them dinner as their father - Lyall - got home from work. Dinner was generally around seven-thirty or eight o’clock.

The dinner went by gracefully, with lots of banter and getting to know each other. It wasn’t until the end of the date where James had paid despite Y/n’s efforts, and they got into the car where he had asked the dreadful question. They both sat in the parking spot when James had turned to her.

“How do you feel about children?” James asked and quickly added, “I know that you’re good with them because of the reading on Saturdays but, I mean, about having children?”

Y/n wrung her hands, “I never really thought about it.”

“Why?”

“I have two jobs and a sick brother to take care of.”

Y/n replied, “Kids don’t really fit in. I’d also have to have a significant other to have children. Which I don’t have.”

James nodded, “Okay, but if you were to have a significant other.”

“I mean, I’d like to.” Y/n shrugged, “My life is just hectic right now. Bringing a child into this life wouldn’t be fair.”

Okay, so this isn’t going anywhere, James thought; I need to be blunt, “How would you feel about being Harry’s stepmother?”

She swallowed, “James….”

“I know that’s a hard thing to answer right now. Especially with us just getting started.” James added, “But if you aren’t interested, then this isn’t worth starting.”

“No, I know and understand.” Y/n said, fidgeting with her hands in her lap, “I’m sure it’s hard to find someone, you know, already having a kid and all.”

James nodded.

“I’d love to be Harry’s stepmother.” Y/n replied as James’ face lit up, “But I still have the bookstore, the bar, and Remus to take care of as well. It’ll be stressful.”

“I’m not asking you to be a stay-at-home mother.” James chuckled, “I’m just asking that at the end of the day, you come home to us.”

“And hopefully,” James smiled sheepishly, “Sirius can knock Remus off your list.”

Y/n chuckled, “Hopefully. Remus is a handful.”

“He seems nice.”

She snorted, “Until you officially meet him.”

“Well then,” James smiled, taking her hand in his as he began moving the car, “Looks like we’ll be having double dates.”

Y/n squeezed his hand as he began to drive. The car drove effortlessly over the unpaved roads. Light music played in the background. The sky was a beautiful blue littered with sparkling white specks. The moon was crescent and barely a sliver. James had gotten to a stoplight when he spoke up again.

“My house or yours?”

“Whichever.”

James smiled and turned the wheel to the left, “Okay.”

It didn’t take long to realize that they were going to his house. His neighborhood was much different than hers. Granted, she lived on top of a bookshop, but it was still different. James lived in the suburbs. The houses were breathtaking, and the streets looked clean. Asphalt roads were freshly paved, and sidewalks looked new. The homes were family-sized, but they looked ginormous compared to her and Remus’ studio apartment only suited for one.

James pulled into the driveway, and Y/n was flabbergasted. It was a two-story house, mostly white concrete, and the accents were a dark brown color. The grass was freshly cut, and the vegetation was trimmed. The backyard appeared to have a pool and a patio area, but Y/n could barely tell over the solid fence.

His keys jingled as he placed the key into the slot and the door opened with ease. Gently, he motioned her to go first. The floors were dark oak wood, seemingly similar to the dark paint on the accents of the house. Everything was so clean, exactly like the car, not a spec of dust laid on the surfaces.

A movie was playing on the television in the room on the right. The kitchen was on the left, and the sitting table was in the room beside it. James shut the door behind him, locking it. He took off his coat and shoes, placing them at the front door. He smiled.

“I take it you like the house?”

“It’s beautiful.”

James smiled, walking to the kitchen, and Y/n took off her shoes before following him. He sighed when he opened the fridge, and Y/n had taken a seat at the barstool in front of the island. James picked up an empty bottle of wine that was still residing in the fridge.

“You keep empty bottles of wine in the fridge?” Y/n questioned as James rubbed his face with his hands.

“No. Bad habit of Sirius’.”

Y/n quirked an eyebrow, “He lives here?”

“He acts as he does.” James muttered as he recycled the empty bottle, “But no, Sirius lives a couple of doors down. But I feel like he should be paying rent here.”

Y/n laughed, “Regardless, I’ve known him since elementary school, so he’s like my brother. Harry calls him uncle and everything.”

“That’s adorable.” Y/n said, “Do you have any actual siblings?”

“Nope. Jus’ me.” He answered, motioning to himself, “Sirius has a younger brother named Regulus.”

“His parents obsessed with constellations or something?”

“Supposedly.”

“Where is Harry now?”

“With Sirius.” James replied, taking out a full bottle of wine, “Told him I might get him tonight or might not.”

Y/n took the glass of wine he offered her with a smile, “Mind if I ask why the tv was left on?”

“My cat.”

“Cat?”

“Technically, not mine.” James explained, “It’s my ex-fiancées, but she left him here, so he’s mine now.”

“And your cat likes the tv?”

James nodded, “What's his name?”

“Moony.”

“Moony?”

“Yeah. Harry named him actually.”

Y/n smiled. They continued to talk, and the night kept going on by. It was well past midnight when James drove her back home to her shared apartment. The car ride was silent, primarily with music playing lightly in the background once again. He walked her to the door of the bookstore before bidding her goodnight.

Gently James pressed his lips to her forehead, “Goodnight, get some sleep.”

“You too…” Y/n muttered, blushing as she walked into the bookstore.

She hadn’t even made it up the steps when Remus began talking, “Had a good night, I presume?”

“You’re a dick, ya know?”

He smirked and closed his book with a thud, “Runs in the family.”

Y/n gasped playfully, “You ass!”

Remus chuckled as they both walked up the steps, “Seriously though, good night?”

“Yeah, really good night.”

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