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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Season 1 Episode 7: Jasper Danger

pairing: Ray Manchester/f!reader

summary: When Jasper goes as Kid Danger for Halloween, he goes too far and is mistaken for the real deal. It's up to the real Kid Danger, Captain Man, and…Miss Danger to rescue him.

rating: F - canon divergence, mutual pining, slow burn, friends to lovers, idiots in love, reader insert, very slight adult themes

word count: 3.3k

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~Henry's House, Halloween Night~

Charlotte was waiting for Henry to come downstairs. She was wearing her funky mac 'n cheese costume that she had spent weeks preparing. Looking at her watch, she wondered what was taking her friend so long. They had arranged to go trick-or-treating with Jasper and Monica, this girl that Jasper had a crush on. He had even gone as far to tell her that he was Kid Danger in an attempt to impress her, which endlessly amused his two friends.

Charlotte poured herself a drink and Henry came running down the stairs in his costume.

"Hey, hey, hey. Check me out." He gestured to his costume, but Charlotte wasn't 100% sure what he was meant to be.

"What are you?" Henry looked at her like it was obvious.

"I'm a zombie tennis player. Cool costume, right?" He told her, but Charlotte was a bit hit and miss with it.

"Ehhh, don't you think zombies are kind of played out?" She asked him, treading carefully with her words.

"Well, yeah, regular zombies. So now, it's... boom...fresh. That's why I added the whole tennis element." He justified his decision. The doorbell rang and Henry's mom called out from upstairs.

"Hey, I think we have another trick-or-treater!" She yelled.

"Yes, I heard the doorbell!" Henry yelled back, as he went to get the door. Opening it, he saw a little boy, who was also dressed as a zombie tennis player.

'Trick or treat." He smiled up at Henry, who couldn't believe someone else had thought of his costume idea.

"You stole my costume." He said the little boy.

"Just put the candy in the sack." The kid sassed him. Henry grabbed a fistful of candy and placed it into the boy's pumpkin bag, before angrily shutting the door.

"Boom...fresh." Charlotte joked, repeating what he said earlier. Henry looked at her in annoyance as Mr and Mrs Hart came down the stairs. They too were dressed up for Halloween, but their costumes were a bit weird.

"Henry, will you help me find my car keys?" He shouted to his son.

"No thanks!" Henry yelled back.

"Hey, interesting costumes," Charlotte told them, as they walked to the door.

"Thanks. I'm a garbage man." Mr Hart said, feeling proud of the couple's matching outfit.

"And I'm a bag of trash." Mrs Hart laughed.

"And I'm so proud to be your son." Henry raised a glass of juice to them, feeling embarrassed at how happy they were in their odd costumes.

"I am so angry!" Piper yelled as she came stomping downstairs. She too was wearing a strange outfit, as she looked like a historical old man.

"Whoa. Who are you supposed to be?" Henry asked her, not understanding what her costume was.

"I was supposed to be Taylor Swift." She shouted.

"Well, you don't look very much like Taylor Swift." Her mother commented, infuriating Piper.

"Yeah, 'cause your husband ordered me the wrong costume." She looked angrily at her father.

"My name is dad." He tried to scold her, but parenting never went very well with Piper.

"I'm not talking to you tonight." She said, walking past him in a huff and going over to Henry.

"That's not the costume you wanted?" Her brother asked.

"No! I told dad to order me a Taylor Swift costume." She explained.

"I made a mistake!" Mr Hart held his hands up.

"And he ordered me a Jonathan Swift costume." Piper screamed, making Henry look at Charlotte in confusion.

"Who's Jonathan Swift?" Henry asked her.

"EXACTLY!" Piper shouted in anger.

"He's a very famous 18th Century author from Ireland." Charlotte explained, making everyone look at her strangely.

"What? I'm weird 'cause I'm educated?" She said rhetorically, not knowing why her facts were always thought to be weird. Mr Hart looked at his PearPhone and gasped at the time.

"Ooh, we're late for the party. We've got to go." He said to his wife.

"I just need my purse." She replied, dashing off to grab it.

"What? You're going to a party? I thought you were talking Piper trick-or-treating." Henry looked at his parents in shock-horror.

"We were."

"Now you are." They told him.

"WHAT? WAIT!" Henry tried to run after them, but they were already out the door.

"Sorry, gotta take out the trash!"

"That's me!"

"Mom, Dad, please don't make me take Piper trick-or-treating! We had a deal! You can't just..." He yelled after them, but they were in the car and driving off. Walking back inside, he slammed the door and looked at Piper with irritation.

"You think I'm happy about it?" She asked him, looking up from her phone for a brief second.

"You just listen to me. I'm in charge tonight, so you have to show me respect." He tried to assert his big-brotherness over her, but she grabbed his tennis racket and threw it away to show that she wasn't going to respect him at all.

"Starting now." He said, going over to retrieve it.

"Hey, Halloweeners!" Jasper came in with Monica. He had his Kid Danger costume on, and even though it wasn't exactly like what Henry wore, it was quite a good costume. Monica was wearing a sweet, little cowgirl getup and she smiled as she followed Jasper.

"Have no fear.. Kid Danger is here!" He spoke to them with his hands on his hips.

"Oh.." Piper started.

"My.." Charlotte continued.

"God." Henry finished, not believing that Jasper was trying to be him.

~Swellview Park~

"Stupid Jonathan Swift, way to go, Dad." Piper grumbled to herself as the five kids walked from the last house they trick-or-treated. She was texting her friends whilst Jasper was trailing behind with Monica trying to impress her.

"So, Jasper..." She started, but the curly-haired boy interrupted her.

"Uh, uh, uh. Tonight you can call me Kid Danger." He smirked at her.

"Okay, cool. So, can I ask you something?" She smiled at him.

"Sure."

"How come your costume doesn't look quite like the real Kid Danger costume?" She asked, pointing out that Jasper had shorts on with red leggings when in reality, Kid Danger wore red trousers.

"Oh, see...By wearing this fake costume, no bad guys will ever suspect that I'm the real Kid Danger." He said on the spot, but luckily, Monica seemed to buy it.

"That makes sense, right?" He asked her.

"Yeah, that tracks." She smiled, believing what he said.

"You guys, come on! We going trick-or-treating or what?" Henry asked them, wondering what was taking so long.

"Yeah, let's do it!" Jasper said, and they rejoined the group. Henry started to tell them the plan.

"Let's start on Riverside because rich people give out great candy." Henry told them, and they agreed to target the richest people first.

"And then we can go--" Henry was cut off as his watch started to beep and flash, telling him that Ray needed him.

"Why is your watch always beeping?" Piper asked him, as Charlotte gave him a knowing look.

"It's my boss at Junk-N-Stuff. I'll go see what he wants." He told her, which technically was the truth, just not all of it.

"I'll go with you," Charlotte said to him.

"No! We're supposed to go trick-or-treating!" Piper yelled at him, making him stop.

"Hey, I'm gonna take Monica and go hit the houses on Riverside." Jasper told them.

"Cool, we'll text you and meet up later," Charlotte said, and they both said goodbye.

"We better hurry." She mumbled to Henry.

"Yeah. Piper, let's go." He instructed his little sister.

"No. I'm not going to your stupid store." She whined, making Henry look at Charlotte in annoyance.

"I promised Mom and Dad I'd watch you tonight." He explained.

"So, watch me stuff candy in my face." She lashed out.

"We'll take you trick-or-treating right after." Charlotte reasoned, but Piper didn't care.

"Not acceptable. If you guys don't take me trick-or-treating right now, then I'll tell Mom and Dad--" Henry had had enough. He raised his watch and fired a green laser at his sister and she fell to the ground unconscious.

"Why'd you do that?" Charlotte yelled at the blond boy.

"She was talking so much. Now, come on, we got to go see what Ray wants. Grab her feet." Henry directed her and the two grunted as they lifted the girl, shuffling off to Junk-N-Stuff.

~Junk-N-Stuff~

Inside the store, Gooch was feeding candy to his beloved flytrap.

"Omar. Omar, look. A jelly bean. Would you like a jelly bean?" Gooch cooed and the plant squawked and opened its mouth.

"Here you go. Oh yes, you chew so cutely." Gooch smiled with a sugary voice, fawning over the plant. Henry and Charlotte walked into the store, still carrying Piper.

"Henry and Charlotte. Happy Halloween." He greeted them.

"Hey."

"What's up?" They said hello back, but Gooch was confused as to why they were carrying a little girl.

"Who is that?" He asked.

"Oh, this is my little sister." Henry told him.

"Oh, and when did you kill her?" Gooch deadpanned, making Henry drop his smile.

"She's not dead." Charlotte said.

"I just stunned her." Henry explained.

"Oh good." Gooch was glad they didn't have a dead body on their hands.

"Will you keep an eye on her while we go talk to Ray?" Henry looked at the storekeeper.

"Sure." With his agreement, the two teens put her on the floor next to the counter, as the plant made some gagging noises.

"Something wrong with Omar?" Charlotte looked funnily at Gooch.

"Well... I just gave him a jelly bean and--" He was cut off as the flytrap barfed the candy onto Piper.

"Your plant just puked on my sister." Henry said in disgust.

"Yes, no more candy for you." Gooch tickled the plant, so Charlotte and Henry walked to the elevator before anything else weird could happen.

~Down in the Man Cave~

The teens stumbled out of the elevator and looked around the Man Cave for Ray.

"Ray?" Henry shouted, making the man jump out.

"Happy Halloween!" He said happily, wearing a very peculiar lobster/cheerleader costume. He raised his pincers in the air and made them click.

"Look! I'm a cheer-lobster!" He smiled at the kids. Thinking they'd be impressed, he started dancing around and shaking his butt, but they just watched in confusion.

"Cheer-lobster?" Charlotte questioned.

"Is that, like, a thing?" Henry added.

"Yeah, it's a thing. Look. Go, team! Please don't boil me! Or use a tiny fork to remove my flesh and eat me!" Ray tried to convince them with a little cheer.

"You look more like a lobster than a cheerleader," Henry noted.

"Well, there was no room for lobster boobs," Ray said.

"Hey, where's (y/n)?" Henry suddenly noticed the lack of the young woman's friendly presence.

"Oh, she's putting her costume on. She wouldn't tell me what it is." Ray said, and no sooner than he did, the sprocket opened and (y/n) came dashing down the steps towards them. Giving a twirl, she showed off her costume. It was a red and blue female superhero outfit and Ray couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Well, what do you think? I know it's not the best but..." She looking at them all with nervous excitement and they all smiled at her efforts.

"You look awesome!"

"Yeah, really good!" The teens complimented her, but Ray said nothing, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat as his eyes raked over her curves. The woman took his silence as him not liking it and thought that the superhero gag hadn't been funny.

"Ray? Don't you like it?" She said, looking crestfallen.

"No, no, you look beautiful." He told her truthfully. His words shocked her, and she smiled down, looking bashful.

"Why did you beep Henry?" Charlotte cut through the tension, tapping the boy's watch.

"So you guys could come and see our cool costumes," Ray replied like it was no big deal.

"I told him not to." (y/n) held her hands up in defence.

"Aw, Ray. I had to zap my little sister to come here." Henry rebuked his boss.

"You killed her?" Ray asked.

"No, I just stunned her. Wait, I think it was set to stun." Henry checked his watch.

"Stun is blue and kill is red, right?" Henry looked up at the adults.

"I don't know, I can never remember," Ray said with a wave of his pincer, making (y/n) give him a look.

"Yes, Henry, that is what they mean. At least I pay attention." She said, not looking away from the lobster.

"Can we please go trick-or-treating?" Charlotte asked in exasperation, but before anyone could reply, the Cave alarm sounded.

"Uh, oh. Trouble." Ray waddled after (y/n) as she got to the computer and helped him press the buttons.

"What's up, Gooch?" He said.

"You just received a video." Gooch told them all.

"From who?" (y/n) asked.

"From a man who claims to have captured Kid Danger." He replied, making them all knit their eyebrows together in confusion.

"Play the video." Ray said with a suspicious voice.

"Hey, Captain Man! It's your old friend--" The video began to play and Ray and (y/n) immediately knew who it was.

"Pause!" Ray yelled, and (y/n) hit the button with a groan.

"Jeff, that guy is so stupid!" Ray clenched his pincers in aggravation.

"How do you know him?" Henry asked having not encountered Jeff before.

"He's been a petty thief in Swellview for years. Ray's put him in jail, like, a dozen times, but he never learns." (y/n) filled him in.

"Resume play." The video and Jeff continued talking in a moronic voice.

"So, guess what? I kidnapped your sidekick." He said.

"Aw, please don't be Jasper, please don't be Jasper." Henry wished.

"It's gonna be Jasper," Charlotte predicted.

"Take a look!" Jeff turned the camera to where he'd captured a kid, and it was definitely Jasper. He was tied up with rope and had duct tape across his mouth.

"What a surprise twist." They said sarcastically.

"Hey, isn't that your friend with the sweaty hands who loves buckets?" Ray asked, clicking his pincer at the screen. (y/n) nodded at his words.

"Yeah, it's the bucket boy." She noted.

"How can that Jeff guy think Jasper's the real Kid Danger?" Charlotte asked.

"Oh well, see... it's because he's a moron." Ray told them.

"Yeah, huge moron." (y/n) agreed.

"Oh and I also kidnapped Kid Danger's woman." He showed them Monica, and she was gagged and bound too. Ray rubbed his face with his claw as Jeff started to make demands.

"Now, if you ever want to see them again, better bring me like... a million dollars. Oh, and I want two big-n-beefys from Inside Out Burger. With fries. And don't forget the million dollars." Jeff ended the video. His requests were really dumb and (y/n) and Ray rolled their eyes with a sigh.

"What? Is that guy insane?" Henry asked.

"Yeah! Nobody can eat two big-n-beefys." Charlotte joined in.

"Not with fries."

"Whatever. Come on, Henry. Let's go rescue your friend." Ray sighed, taking his gum tube out and popping a gumball.

"I--I can't go with you." Henry told Ray.

"Why can't you?" Charlotte looked at him in confusion.

"Because Jasper really likes that girl." Henry didn't want to ruin Jasper's chances with Monica, even if he had been lying to her.

"So?" Ray asked him.

"He made her think that he's Kid Danger. So now, if I show up there with you, she's gonna know he was lying." Henry explained.

"Shouldn't he find a girl who likes him for who he really is?" (y/n) asked, speaking from experience. Yeah, Captain Man was hot, but Ray's adorable personality captured her heart first.

"That's never gonna happen." Charlotte said, and Henry agreed with her. Jasper's odd personality was a repellant for girls.

"All right, I'll go rescue your friend." He said, looking annoyed.

"All right, but when you're there you gotta act like he's the real Kid Danger."

"I know how to act." Ray snapped, chewing his gumball, but before he could blow, (y/n) butted in.

"Can I go with you?" She asked, looking at Ray with hopeful eyes. Normally, she would never fight bad guys, but this was Jeff and she wanted to go out in her costume at least once.

"What? It's way too dangerous." Ray insisted.

"Come on, it's just Jeff. And I'll stay back from any serious fighting." She pleaded, stepping closer to him.

"Captain Man doesn't do guided tours around criminal hideouts." He tried to be firm with her, but she looked up at him with big, round eyes and pursed lips.

"Pretty please?" She batted her eyelashes at him, making him groan.

"Ugh, fine. But you do as I say and you stay behind me." Ray said sternly, but she just squealed and threw her arms around his neck.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." She bounced up and down before letting go and running to the back of the Man Cave to find a spare mask. Ray blew his bubble and snapped into his super suit.

"You really gonna let her fight bad guys?" Charlotte looked at him, not believing that he would let (y/n) get in harm's way.

"I can keep her safe..." Was all he got to reply, as the young woman in question came bounding over, a mask on her face. They walked over to the tubes together, and Ray slapped his belt.

"Good luck!" Henry called at them.

"We don't need luck. It's Jeff." (y/n) said groaning out his name.

"Up the tube." Ray said in a bored voice, but on the inside, his stomach was fluttering at the thought of (y/n) fighting in her tight costume.

~Jeff's apartment~

Jeff had Jasper and Monica tied up in two chairs, and he was trying to feed them some nachos. The chip crumbled against Jasper's lips as he turned his head away. Monica had whispered to him to free himself and kick some ass Kid Danger style, but he was in way over his head. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Captain Man and an unknown female superhero. They both groaned and shut the door again, confusing Jeff.

"Captain Man!" Monica cried out in joy.

"Uh-oh," Jasper said, worried that Captain Man would expose him. Ray kicked down the door, allowing him and (y/n) to step inside dramatically.

"Dude, the door wasn't even locked." Jeff whined.

"I know, Jeff. But I don't like you, so I smashed your door." He said in his Captain Man voice.

"Who's the pretty chick?" Jeff looked up and down (y/n)'s body making her tense in disgust. Seeing Jeff's gaze on her, Ray stepped in front of her and puffed out his chest at Jeff, as if to say 'back off, she's mine.'

"She's my temporary sidekick, Miss Danger." Ray growled at him, (y/n) loving how he acted when in his superhero persona.

"Hey, I don't see any hamburgers. Where are my big-n-beefys?" Jeff questioned with the chip bag still in his hand.

"The only thing you're going to get that's big and beefy will be your cellmate in jail." (y/n) quipped, moving to Ray's side and placing her hands on her hips.

"Okay, when do I get my million dollars?" The moron asked, not understanding that Captain Man and Miss Danger weren't going to give him a cent.

"Okay, you're too stupid to talk to. Sit." Ray instructed him and Jeff did as he was told. The pair walked over to the kids and began to untie them.

"Hey, Kid Danger. We were worried about you." Ray said, loosening Jasper's ropes as (y/n) worked on Monica's.

"Uh... thanks, boss. I was worried about you and uh, Miss Danger too." Jasper followed, relieved that the superhero was keeping up his lie.

"Well, we knew you didn't need us to take down a petty criminal like Jeff." (y/n) played along, throwing Monica's ropes to the side.

"Oh yeah, I was just about to bust out of those ropes and rain down some pain on that dude." Jasper said excitedly, trying to impress his crush.

"Okay, Kid Danger...Go do it." Ray said, spinning Jasper around and pushing him towards Jeff.

"Huh?" The curly-haired boy really didn't want to fight the man, even if he was an easy opponent.

"Go show that criminal who's boss." (y/n) smirked at Ray, who returned the look.

"Yeah, Kid Danger, go bust him up. I love it when boys fight." Monica cheered, ready to see the 'sidekick' in action.

"Don't we all?" (y/n) nodded, not seeing how Ray smiled at her words.

"Okay...This is what you get for breaking into people's cars and kidnapping us on Halloween." Jasper threatened Jeff, who wasn't very scared of the puny kid. He punched him on his chest, but it wasn't very hard, so Jeff just looked down in confusion. Not wanting Jasper to look uncool, Ray fired his laser at the criminal, sending him to the floor. Jasper looked in awe at his fist, amazed that he 'brought down' the large man.

"That was for you, Monica." He smiled at the girl, who blushed in her chair.

"Way to go, K-D." She smiled back.

"Yeah, great job, Kid Danger. Can I talk to you for a second? Miss Danger, keep an eye on the girl." Ray said as he pulled Jasper into a corner.

"Listen, Captain Man." Jasper started uneasily.

"Yes?" Ray looked at him.

"I'm not really Kid Danger." Jasper whispered, annoying Ray.

"I know that. Now, don't you think you should tell someone else?" Captain Man told him, wanting him to come clean.

"Miss Danger?" Jasper tried.

"NO! She's not stupid, of course, she already knows!" Ray hissed back.

"But if I tell her the truth, she won't like me anymore." Jasper revealed his insecurities.

"How old are you son?" Ray put an empathetic hand on his arm.

"Thirteen," Jasper replied.

"Then you're way too young to be lying to girls." Ray advised him, even though it wasn't the best advice he could give.

"Listen, kid, one day, you're gonna find a girl, and she'll have your heart completely, even if she never knows it. You shouldn't be worrying about it yet though." Ray genuinely said from his heart, trying to make the kid braver in love than he was.

"Okay, I'll tell her." Jasper agreed.

"Good boy." Jasper walked to Monica, who was stood up next to (y/n). The young woman walked back to Ray, wanting to give them some space.

"All right, we're gonna take this idiot back to jail." Ray said, kicking Jeff with his boot.

"Get up, stupid." (y/n) said down to the man. He sat up and began eating his chips again.

"You are riding my last nerve. Get up." Ray grabbed the bag from his hands and began whacking Jeff with it. He and (y/n) yanked his coat and dragged him up, taking him outside to the Man Van.

"I don't wanna go to jail." He slurred, still feeling the effects of the laser.

"Shut up, Jeff." They said simultaneously, making them giggle. Ray started up the Man Van, and (y/n) clipped in her seat belt, Jeff securely in handcuffs in the back of the van. They had only been driving for a few minutes when Jeff spoke again.

"Hey, pretty lady, can I get your number?" He piped up, aggravating Ray again.

"JEFF!" It was going to a long ride to the jailhouse.

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mamamittens · 2 years ago

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Soft thoughts to apologize for not writing for my event today (the last official day)

NVM these are sad thoughts my bad 😬

I wonder if there's someone that met Ace and knew his parents well, both of them. And didn't realize he was their son until his execution. Frozen in disbelief thinking that Ace looked nothing like Roger and too much like his mother (I like to think he had her smile, not the toothy, kick your ass smile, but the soft, deliriously happy smile where his heart was fit to burst. That one was all Rouge). Does he mourn like his father or is the quiet self destruction all his mother? Heart too big for his chest, did he feel relief when he was finally free of it?

I wonder what dream Dadan gave up on if the idea that you age poorly if you give up on your dreams in OP is true. She was beautiful as a young woman. What aspirations did she have that faltered into the bandit life we know she has now? And based on how we saw her, it's interesting that she didn't get any 'worse' after taking Ace in given her vocal displeasure.

Does Ussop get nervous when one of the other crew members gets sick? Does he think of his mother? How much does he remember of her passing, or does he just remember desperately telling tall tales in the hopes that his dad would come back? Does he ever tell a lie and desperately hope for once it's the truth?

Does Luffy have a hard time watching bonfires? The bigger they are, the worse he handles it. Does he think of Ace on his knees finally understanding how loved he is, or does he think of Sabo screaming in the flames? Does he smell garbage burning or just flesh? A little sail boat where it doesn't belong or beads pinging across cobblestone.

Does Teach miss the noise? Does he miss being surrounded by 'family'? Or does he not even register the chill where safety used to rest? Does he value in hindsight how fondly he was regarded by so many? Do you think he hears wet gasps when passing a kitchen?

Does Doflamingo blame himself for how his brother turned out? Does he understand why Corazon betrayed him? Is there ever a time where he wishes someone understood the horrors of his childhood? How does he feel when he sees someone else wearing black feathers? Is it longing or rage?

Does Law think of home when he smells antiseptic, or sickness and fire? Does he crave dishes with a tang of amber lead despite knowing the cost? When he goes to a new island, how closely does he inspect the well? Does he respect other doctors or hold them in contempt for his homeland? Does he even remember their faces well enough to see their pieces in the mirror? Or is his face entirely foreign to his memories?

Does Sabo feel more at home undercover in a mansion or sneaking in trash heaps? Or does he always crave the wild undergrowth of the forest, imagining tree houses tucked out of sight. Does he feel strangely disappointed paying for his meals or running away from the tab alone? Did he feel bereft when he turned 17, like he was missing something or broke a promise?

#mittens muses #i said soft thoughts but theyre just sad ngl #depresso expresso #one piece #portgas d ace #marshal d teach #sabo op #straw hat luffy #ussop one piece #donquixote doflamingo #traflagar law

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natedogx15 · 2 years ago

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Miraculous Descendent Chapter 38: After School Job

Previous Chapter

In the middle of the day, standing out front of the hotel run by Nate's father is Miss Bustier's class. In front of them are Samuel, Miss Bustier, Nate, and Marinette, next to a table with a raffle machine full of tickets next to them.

"Welcome to Le Grand Paris, students. My name is Samuel Dupain, brother of Mayor Tom Dupain and owner of the hotel. I'm also the father of this young man that I'm sure you're all acquainted with." Samuel tells the class in a kind and enthusiastic tone while rubbing Nate's hair.

"Dad." Nate groans in frustration as he pushes his dad's hand off, much to the amusement of his peers.

"Hahaha, sorry, Son. It's part of a parent's job description." Samuel laughs before looking towards the students.

"Thanks to the generosity of Mr. Dupain, we're able to have our work experience field trip today at the Grand Paris luxury hotel. Each of you will get hands-on experience with one of the many jobs here at the hotel. What jobs do you have prepared for them, Mr. Dupain?" Miss Bustier asks.

"Well, we have a doorman position, pool boy, cleaner, garbage man, and my personal favorite, the gopher position open for students. Of course, there are more than those that the students will have to do." Samuel explains to the students before motioning toward the raffle machine.

"You'll each be drawing a raffle. Whatever job it says will be the job you'll start with. Every hour or two, we'll have you swap positions with another student so everyone can find a job they might enjoy here." Samuel explains.

"Now, who would like to go first?" Samuel asks the student body.

"Oh, me, I'll go first." Kim excitedly says while waving his hand.

"Alright then, come up and draw one," Samuel tells him while grabbing the raffle machine's lever and spinning it to mix the folded notes inside up.

Kim rushes over, and Samuel stops spinning it to let him pick a card. When Kim unfolds the card, he sees the word doorman on it.

"Oh, perfect, we still haven't found a replacement doorman," Samuel says with a grin, and Kim leaves.

The rest of the class follows Kim's example and grabs their jobs from the machine.

Alix, Ivan, and Sabrina got maid duty and will be helping them clean the guests' rooms.

Nate, Chloe, and Adrien all got front desk duty and would be helping guests to their rooms.

Rose, Nino, and Max have kitchen duty and would learn from the chefs while helping the waiters pass out the food.

Juleka, Mylène, and Nathaniel have pool duty. They'll be helping clean the pool while ensuring people are being safe.

That leaves Alya helping sort out the garbage with the recycling while Marinette is the one to get the gopher job.

"And remember, while this trip was completely voluntary and doesn't affect you in any way school-wise, you're still expected to be on good behavior while helping here. With that said, I also want you to try and have some fun here during your time." Samuel tells everyone before letting them enter the hotel lobby and then leave for their jobs.

As she's leaving, Alya looks incredibly frustrated.

"I can't believe my first job will be working in a trash can. I was hoping to spend time with Mom while here." She groans.

Marinette, on the other hand, looks at her card in confusion.

"Excuse me, Samuel," Marinette calls for her uncle's attention.

"Yes, Marinette," Samuel says, giving her his full attention.

"What's a gopher?" Marinette asks him.

"Oh, a gopher is an employee who goes for anything a customer needs. Some customers here are so busy that they can't go out and get items themselves, so they employ people to do it for them. Your job will be to get those objects they request from around the hotel or near the area." Samuel explains to her.

"Okay, so all I have to do is buy their groceries for them?" Marinette asks for clarification.

"Exactly." Samuel nods.

The two's conversation ends when they hear Kim scream in panic. The two, plus Nate, Adrien, and Chloe turn toward the door to see what the commotion is about.

There they see a tall man with light skin, greenish-light blue eyes covered with dark eyeshadow and eyeliner, wild black hair with purple tips, and a black mustache that isn't connected in the middle but connects to his full black beard.

The man is wearing a sparkly black jacket that gives the impression of the night sky with yellow accents and yellow epaulets over a dark blue V-neck undershirt, black and yellow vertical striped pants, lacy black finger-less gloves, black heeled white sole black boots, and a string necklace with beads and two golden feathers surrounding the upper skull of a bird's head.

Next to the man is a slender, dark-skinned woman with pinkish-purple hair in a pixie cut, light brown eyes, and pink lipstick on her lips.

The woman is wearing a black leather jacket with a silver buckle and zipper over a white V-neck short-sleeve shirt, black pants, and black shoes. Around her neck is a gold chain necklace with a green skull pendant. In her hand is a clipboard.

However, the most shocking thing, and what likely scared Kim, is what the man is holding. In the man's head is a black leash holding a spike-collared crocodile.

Next to the group is a large amount of luggage on a cart that Kim's struggling to push in.

Nate, Chloe, Marinette, and Adrien gape at the person in the lobby while Samuel looks shocked at the crocodile before shaking it off and walking over to the man.

"Welcome to Le Grand Paris, sir. Do you have a reservation?" Samuel asks in a professional tone.

"Jagged Stone has a reservation set up already." The woman answers for the man in an equally professional tone.

Samuel looks toward the three students at the front desk, and Nate immediately types into the computer before giving his father a thumbs up when he sees the reservation.

"I see. We'll take your bags to your room then. Is there any other way I can serve you today?" Samuel asks the man.

"Fang better get a real bathtub, not a tiny water hole like the one in that hotel across the street." The man tells him in a heavy American accent.

Samuel looks toward the woman, then the crocodile, then the woman again in uncertainty. She takes pity on the man and points to the crocodile. With a grateful nod, Samuel turns back toward Jagged Stone.

"No need to worry, Mr. Stone. We have everything your crocodile will need when it comes to the bathrooms. But first, I must ask if your crocodile will cause trouble for anyone at the hotel while you stay here." Samuel tells him, and Jagged Stone waves him off.

"Don't worry, mate. Fang'll be nice while here." Jagged tells him in a slightly offhanded tone.

His dismissive attitude causes Samuel to look towards the man's assistant worriedly.

"Don't worry. Fang is well-trained enough not to cause many problems while Jagged Stone stays here. The worst may be what happens inside Jagged's hotel room." She explains.

Samuel nods but does give a warning look.

"Well, as long as you don't cause too much trouble while here, I suppose it's fine." Samuel nods before looking toward the three teens at the front desk.

However, Nate has already grabbed the room key and heads toward the group.

"Here you go, you're room is on the top floor in the most luxurious suite," Nate tells them while handing the woman the key.

The two adults look at the teen in confusion, probably wondering why someone not even out of high school is working in a high-brand hotel before Samuel cuts in.

"We currently have a work experience field trip going on for students during their break from school. A whole class decided to work in the hotel today." Samuel explains before putting his hands on Nate's shoulders.

"And this one would be my son. So, he has to work here anyway since I have him help around if he wants an allowance." Samuel grins while Nate's expression remains calm.

However, his eyes soon narrow when he sees someone peek out from behind Jagged Stone's luggage cart.

The person peeking out is a young man with light skin, blue eyes, and medium-length combed blond hair with pink tips. They're wearing a white V-neck T-shirt with ripped sleeves and the black outline of Jagged Stone's face, dark blue ripped jeans with a brown belt, black heel boots with skulls on the ankles, black laced fingerless gloves, and a silver necklace with matching skull pendant.

The man has a smirk and a camera in his hands as he peeks out and stares at Jagged Stone.

However, none of the adults noticed, focused on their conversation. When Jagged hears Samuel's words, he grins.

"Rock on. Send the kids to my room, and I'll give them a couple of autographs." Jagged Stone tells him.

"I'll let them know when it's time to switch jobs." Samuel nods with a smile.

At this point, Nate isn't the only one to see the man. As the man tries to sneak off to the side, Fang takes notice of his presence and happily follows after the man while Jagged is distracted.

"Dad." Nate tries to warn his father as he watches the man dive behind a desk, not noticing the crocodile following him.

Unfortunately, Samuel isn't paying attention.

"Great, Penny and I'll be relaxing in our suite then. The plane ride here drove me crazy." Jagged groans in annoyance.

"Well, I'm sure you'll- Samuel starts before Nate elbows his father in the gut.

Samuel glares at his son in anger and says.

"Nathanial, what the heck was that-" He's cut off again when he looks to where Nate is pointing and sees Fang heading towards the desk where the man is hiding.

At the same time, the man peeks above the desk to take a picture when Fang walks next to him and lets out a playful growl, causing the man to turn and see him.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh!" The man screams as he unstably jumps backward from Fang into the middle of the lobby.

Everyone in the room looks at the man. When Jagged Stone and Penny see him, they gain annoyed looks.

"Oh, no. Not him again." Jagged sighs in annoyance.

Seeing his covers blown, the man smiles and waves at Jagged Stone excitedly.

"Do you remember me, Mr. Stone? It's Vincent Aza, your biggest fan. Just one photo so I can show everyone we're best buds, please." Vincent begs while excitedly waving his arm and crossing his fingers at the words best buds.

"I know exactly who you are. You're the man who's been to all of my last thirty-six shows. And we ain't friends." Jagged Stone tells him in annoyance as Penny glares at him.

However, Vincent doesn't listen and gets close to Jagged Stone wrapping an arm around his shoulder before lifting his camera to get a good shot of them.

"There! Look into the lens!" Vincent excitedly shouts as he's about to take the picture while Jagged Stone looks uncomfortable.

However, Penny intercepts by covering the lens of Vincent's camera when he snaps the picture and quickly follows up by ripping it out of his hand.

"Didn't you hear Mr. Stone? You still don't seem to understand, do you?" Penny angrily shouts at him before grabbing Vincent's arm and putting it behind his back to forcefully lead him out of the hotel lobby.

"No photos!" Penny shouts at the man as she tosses him out.

Vincent turns onto his back fast enough to see Penny throw his camera and catches it barely before it hits the ground.

"Good reflexes, but if I see you around Jagged Stone again, you won't get your camera back! This is your last warning!" Penny snaps at him before going inside, leaving behind a seething Vincent.

His anger doesn't go unnoticed, however. Gabriel senses his anger and quickly transforms before heading to his secret base. The base's glass window opens, and Hawkmoth creates another butterfly.

"A nice amount of brewing anger and frustration from a devoted fan. The perfect chance to make a powerful Akuma to take down Ladybug and Cat Noir. We'll see how they handle a more mature host." Hawkmoth says as he releases the butterfly.

Unfortunately, the group isn't aware of the coming danger and doesn't pay much attention to the man after Penny throws him out. They only move on with their day. Jagged Stone and Penny go to their suite while everyone else stays in the hotel lobby.

"So, I'm going to take a guess and say Mr. Stone is an American rockstar," Samuel tells the teens standing around him while he's in front of the hotel's front desk.

"An American rock star. Try the American rockstar!" Chloe shouts at him, emphasizing 'the' in her second sentence.

"He's sold millions of albums and is seen as one of the world's best rockstars. He's super rich too." Chloe tells Samuel with an excited expression on her face.

"And he said we could get his autograph by heading to his suite. This is awesome." Chloe fangirls excitedly.

"Okay, I did not expect to see this today." Nate quietly mutters so only Adrien, who's right next to him, can hear.

Adrien smiles awkwardly as he watches Chloe fangirl. However, Samuel quickly gets everyone back on track by clapping his hands while saying.

"Alright, that's enough. We all have to get back to work. Nate, be sure to help your classmates if they're confused about how to handle any of the guests' requests. Kim, please return to your post at the doors, and don't let that man from earlier back in. Marinette, why don't you go to Mr. Stone's suite and see if he needs anything while getting situated." Samuel begins ordering the students around.

Everyone does as they're told, with Kim heading back out of the hotel and Marinette heading towards the elevators while the other three stay behind the front desk with other employees. Once Marinette gets to Jagged Stone's room and knocks on the door, Penny meets her.

"Oh, are you here for the autograph?" Penny asks her, recognizing the girl from in the lobby.

"Um, yes, no, I'm here to see if you need anything since I'm a gopher right now. But I wouldn't mind an autograph." Marinette tells her.

"Oh, perfect. Mr. Stone needs a new pair of shades for tonight's gig. Red, white, and blue with two large Eiffel Towers on them. Can you see if you can get that for him?" Penny immediately requests.

Marinette blinks before gaining an uncertain look when the design registers with her, and she imagines it.

"I'll try, but I don't know if they make glasses like that," Marinette tells her, and Penny sighs.

"Just try to find something as close to the design if you can't find anything," Penny tells her.

Marinette nods before leaving and heading out of the hotel to see what she can find.

"Maybe I can find something from one of the shops around the Eiffel Tower," Marinette mutters in front of the hotel before heading towards the Eiffel Tower.

When she arrives, she sees a vendor selling sunglasses, trying to catch tourists' attention. Unfortunately, there aren't as many tourists as there used to be in Paris due to Hawkmoth and the Akumas. So, business is more demanding than it used to be. It's not that tourism has completely stopped. People still come to Paris in droves, but it's not as much as before.

Marinette quickly runs toward the vendor with a notepad with Jagged's sunglasses description written down. She grabs one of the sunglasses and looks at it before looking at her notes and sighing in disappointment. She then does this with a few more people and shops before sitting on a bench in exhaustion and frustration as she's unable to find anything remotely resembling Jagged Stone's design.

"This is impossible. I can't find anything resembling what Jagged Stone is after." Marinette groans in annoyance.

"Then why don't you try making them?" Tikki suggests from inside the bag she's been hiding in.

Marinette looks down at Tikki in shock before facepalming.

"Of course. I should have tried doing that from the start." Marinette mutters before quickly buying a pair of glasses and running back towards the hotel.

While running back towards the hotel, she passes by an angry Vincent as he's muttering.

"Why won't he let me take a picture with him? I've done everything to prove how much I'm his fan. I've been to all his concerts, bought all his merchandise, and even sent his crocodile gifts. So, why can't he see that we're best friends?" Vincent shouts in frustration.

Unknown to him, the butterfly Gabriel created is flying above him toward his camera. Once it lands, Hawkmoth's words enter Vincent's mind with the butterfly outline in front of his face.

"Pixelator, I am Hawkmoth. I am here to offer the chance to immortalize your relationship with your hero. All I ask in return is that you claim the Miraculous for me from the ones who will get in your way." Hawkmoth explains to him.

Vincent gains an evil smirk and says.

"Yes, Hawkmoth."

Black smoke covers Vincent, and when it disappears, it reveals Vincent's new form.

Like Fashionista, Vincent's appearance remains mostly the same but with new clothes. He's now wearing a full-body black and blue jumpsuit with a matching helmet with a camera lens eye, and the top left area is uncovered to show his grown-out pink hair that's combed to the side. On Pixelator's chest is a pixel art camera lens design.

"Time to capture my moment." Pixelator laughs before he confidently walks in the direction of the hotel.

Marinette runs through the hotel lobby towards her room and sits at her workstation. She sets the sunglasses she bought down and stares at them intently as she tries to visualize a design that matches what Jagged Stone wants. After a few minutes, the perfect idea comes to mind, and she begins her work. It takes her a while, but she finishes the glasses with a happy expression.

The sunglasses now have Eiffel Towers where the lenses would be. It's colored blue on the right, white in the middle, and red on the left.

"These are perfect. Jagged Stone will love them," Marinette says as she admires her handiwork.

She stands up and heads toward Jagged Stone's suite, unaware of the danger arriving at the hotel.

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bijou-dame · 2 years ago

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Okay more fanfic bc I want to and bc my favorite boi makes an appearance and I will not stop until I get to HIM.

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A guide to not fit in

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Tw: slight mentions of child abuse

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The car drive there was insanely boring, I wasn't allowed to get my phone till I was done with all my chores - which I couldn't do, so I just didn't get it- and even though he knew it was a long, LONG car ride, 2 hours actually, he still wouldn't let me have it to keep me from losing my damned mind. So all I had to do for the long, boring 2 hours was idoly pick and prod the bandages on my face, and sit there looking out the window, not even a book, I mean at least he put on music but it was his boomer music so... Also bad. But finally after a gazillion hours, I almost miss it with how zoned out I am but out of the corner of my eye I see something that looks like a light at the end of the tunnel, a town sign the read in big words "WELCOME TO MULTISENYLE!" The town name, and I was just as bad as the first time I read it. I mean really how hard is it to name a town, like it's so uncreative, and just weird, like Multisenyle??? Come on dude, it really can't be all that hard.

As I Finnish up my condescending thoughts on the towns name we FINALLY get to our destination, a moderately sized, nice looking, two story house with a moving truck right in front of it. I take a quick glance over at the neighbors and almost immediately regret it, next to our house is a big, mansion like three story house. Wow talk about rich trash, bet in a broken down town like this, the rich garbage will be 'kind as can be'. And like really I get it you're rich, you really don't have to try that hard, to tell everyone else that, if I was whoever lives there I would have chosen a GOOD town and not washed up gangs and trash.

My internal monologuing getting out of hand I stop and continue into the house, lucky for me father paid to have everything moved in by others. Of course I'm not all too thankful especially after that drive, I mean I really have to get up and move, like now, and I mean really move not just around the house. " Hey dad" I say with hints of hesitation "Can I got out and... Meet everyone in the neighborhood? It's always good to make a first impression." I reason. He sighs, I mildly slump at this knowing the answer almost robotically by now, "Just be back before dark." He sighs with a fake smile... wait what? Did he just say yes??? I try to hide my visible surprise but fail, luckily for me father was turned away "o-ok, I'll make sure to be back sir." I say with hints of excitement, as I do so he motions me off with his hand, and I try my best to not run out the door, and slam it behind me.

'Well' I think to myself, finally getting the fresh air 'time to meet the neighbors.' I silently sigh to myself the rich family being our only neighbors that seem to want to be bothered, I jog over with a false sense of urgency, stop at the door, take a deep breath, put on my best convincing smile, and knock... I hear slite shuffling... It sounds like it's getting closer... And to my honest surprise, someone actually answers. "Hello sir, my name is cross," I say, looking up to even look him in the eyes "and I just moved in next door and my father wanted me to make a good first impression on the neighbors!" A little white lie but it won't hurt anyone. "Ahh yes." He states calmly, and with undertones of surprise"I remember hearing something about someone moving in, I did not think it would be so close." Saying the last part quieter, to and himself before taking a brief pause to look over. 'my God, is this man 6.11 or something' I silently think to myself while trying my damned best to look him in the eyes. "Well," he starts "It good that someone taught you to respect your elders, I couldn't say the same for my 'son'" he says son with a far darker tone, I mildly shudder " well hello to you too son, you may simply call me Mr.Geer, it's a pleasure to meet you, I would get my son down here, I think he's about your age, but he is out right now, but if you go around town you might find him, His name is Epic..." After that we continued to talk for a few more minutes, he seems quite pleasant, and I found out he was a world class boxer and his wife Moopey was a famous scientist and lawyer, talk about set, I mean God I which I was their kid I would have everything that I would have ever wanted. But after the surprisingly pleasant conversation I decided to get on my way, and go into town.

The way to town was again surprisingly pleasant and really helped me get up and get moving, the town was not as pleasant but luckily uneventful, I remembered that I had money in my jacket if I wanted to buy anything, I only bought some chocolate though and when I saw how low the sun was on the horizon I decided that I had overstayed my welcome and almost panicky sprint home, well not really sprint or run but speed walking through the crowd of people, I remember asking about before being late and decide if I want to make it home in time and NOT get smacked then I should take the alley way, and with the thought of violence placed on the table I do what I believe is the smartest choice, and go through the dark, dingy, unlit alley way, and while definitely not my brightest idea I was trying not to get hit so, yeah. And the unsafe but faster way bights me in the ass way quicker than I expected, as at first I feel a slight pull on my hood, then suddenly the ground gets pulled out beneath me, and I hear a mildly sadistic sounding laugh come from above me, then I hear the sound of shoes dropping on metal, and finally a person in right in front of me, holding a knife... Well I have to admit universe, I did not see that one coming.

After my second of initial surprise I analyze the boy in front of me, he has deep purple hair covered with a light purple hoodie and deeper near black purple visor, you could see that he was wearing a white turtle neck underneath the hoodie, and on top of it all was a sleeveless puffer jacket the same color as the visor, he was wearing simple black long pants with white stripes, tucked into brown boots, and thought I couldn't see it all too clearly he had black gloves on, along with what looked to be a scar along his face and coming down from one eye, not that EYE could see them. Once I was finished with my once over I put on a surprisingly good poker face and glared at him with enough force to shatter steel. Seeing this he just laughs again, this time a, much sweeter, almost calming laugh, I mentally smack myself at that thought." Wow" he begins in a cute(?) Mildly raspy voice, I curse myself "Just wow, I didn't realize someone as pretty as you would be such an easy catch," I blush at the comment "well guess that would make you the ignorant, stupid type," he sighs, I glare daggers through him "well you know what they say it's always the good looking one's that end up stupid." I get annoyed at his comment and snap back in a violent tone "Who are you and what do you want, asshole." He laughs again at the snarky tone and happily responds "The names Epic, Epic Geer or 012, call me whatever. And you'll be seeing me around so don't cry when you see people not even half as good looking as me, I know, Everyone round here is a site to behold, I'm lucky I found someone as good looking, and handsome as you to keep me company." He says the last part with a flirtatious tone, I'm a little too shocked to respond. "Well I'm sorry to do this but, it's time to CUT out time short" he sighs "oh I'm gonna miss your pretty face." He takes another second to get a really good look at me, and much to my delight cuts me down, unfortunately while I was preoccupied with his constant flirting, and getting down the boy 'Epic' nabbed my bandana, and by the time I had noticed he was already gone, I sigh one last time and look up to see how much time that costed me, not much but I really did just sprint home this time.

By the time I got near my house I was a panting, sweating mess, but the sun was not down yet, which went no smacks for me today. I slow down my pace from jogging to speed walking and as I take a look to my left I remember something, something that Mr.Geer had said he said he had a son named Epic, that was about my age, I think back to the boy and remember that he said his name was Epic Geer, that can't be just a quintessence, and for a second I stop, right in front of the Geer household, I stare and I think...

What should I do?

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Well that was the story I'm writing this at 10, yay me cross now has a decision to make, and for this fic he will make the 'best' choices that will lead to the real ending, and the one you want the 'best' ending per say. There will be other 'choices' like this thought the fic, one I'll probably make spin off fics with the alternative choice's they wouldn't be long one chapter at most, but I have a lot planned so stay tuned, and have a good day/night.

#sans au #ut au #undertale au #cross sans #ut aus #xtale #undertale multiverse #xtale sans #cross!sans #xtale cross #epic!sans #epic and cross #crepic #dude and bruh #epic x cross #epic gaster #xtale gaster #cross x epic

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futurebicon · 4 years ago

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Maybe one where Sirius gets really anxious and calls Dumo to help him?

I had written this and completely forgot about it

Inspired by me losing my necklace that has my grandpas fingerprint on it and having a 30 minute panic attack until my dad found it in the garbage because it had fallen into my trash can.

CW- panic/anxiety attack, overreacting, crying, mention of arguments, let me know if I missed any

“I overreact a lot, right?” Sirius said as soon as Dumo answered the phone. “Like, I’m overreacting right now, right?”

Dumo would have made a joke about how he always overreacts but the tone of his sons voice told him it was not a time for jokes.

“Well it depends on what happened.”

“Yeah but, this isn’t a big deal so I’m overreacting.”

“Well can you tell me what happened?” He was already putting on his shoes.

“It’s not a big deal at all. I shouldn’t be this upset about it. It’s so stupid, I’m stupid for acting like this.” He started to ramble.

“Hey, take a breath, mon fils. Respirez profondément et dites-moi ce qui s'est passé,” he started the car.

“Okay um,” Sirius took a breath, “I was watching Harry and he grabbed the necklace Re got me and I didn’t notice and he pulled it and it broke and now I’m overreacting about it, right? I’m overreacting.”

Dumo knew there was more to the story. If it was just a broken necklace he would of been upset but not panicked like he was right now. “Is that all that happened?”

“I mean, me and Remus have been arguing a lot recently, not a lot, just more than normal but we don’t fight a lot anyways it’s just these past few weeks we have been and they’re all stupid fights and I-“

“Sirius,” Dumo cut him off.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Ne vous excusez pas. Is Remus there?” He turned down Sirius’s street.

“No he’s out with Thomas. I don’t want to bother him with this.”

Dumo stopped himself from saying that he wouldn’t be bothering his boyfriend, knowing Sirius wouldn’t believe him anyways.

“Well I’m here so can you let me in and we’ll figure it out. Maybe we can fix the necklace.”

The line went dead and the door opened a few seconds later.

“Hey,” Dumo smiled.

“You didn’t have to come over.” Sirius closed the door behind Dumo.

Dumo shrugged. “I wanted to. Can I see the necklace?”

Sirius reached out his hand, dropping the broken chain into Dumo’s.

It took one look to know that it wasn’t going to be fixable.

The clasp was broken and the chain was ripped in half, the ‘12’ was split diagonally and the bottom part of the the ‘2’ was gone.

“I can’t find the bottom part so I vacuumed the floor cause I didn’t want Harry to put it in his mouth.” He told him and fell down onto the couch with his head in his hands, his leg bouncing.

“Parle-moi” Dumo sat beside him.

Sirius leaned back, opening his mouth to talk but closing it, shutting his eyes and shaking his head as he tried to calm himself down before his panic attack resumed. “I don’t know why this is making me feel like this. It’s just a piece of jewelry.”

“I think I know why.” Dumo pulled him into his chest and rubbed his back. “I think that you attach yourself to objects as if they are the person that gave you it. Like Adele’s teddy bear that she gave you to try and cheer you up after a call with your parents, which you still have in your room upstairs. And the bracelet Jules made you,” he touched the woven thread on Sirius’s wrist.

“You attach them so much to the people who gave it to you that they become one and the same. That teddy bear has become like your lifeline to Adele and the feeling surrounding it, you hold it when you miss her or get upset by your parents because that’s what the teddy bear represents.”

Tears fell down Sirius’s face as Dumo went on.

“The bracelet that you and Jules have is like your connection to them. You fidget with it when you talk about them and you always make sure it’s showing in interviews or pictures because you know Jules gets excited when they see you wearing it.”

Sirius played with the bracelet without realizing he was doing it.

“And as for the necklace, you’ve turned it into one of the most, if not the most, important thing to you.”

Sirius let out a sob.

“You fidget with it when you’re anxious, you kiss it when you miss Remus or when you catch him looking at you. You panic when you think you forgot to put it back on after a shower. You’ve grown so attached to it that you’ve unknowingly connected the necklace to Remus’s love for you. You’ve convinced your mind that the necklace is Remus’s love. And now it’s broken, which would have made you upset anyways but adding in that you and Remus have been fighting a lot, you panicked. I know how easily you fall back into the mindset of ‘I don’t deserve to be loved’, which is absolutely not true at all,” he said quickly.

“When you and Remus fight, you fall back into it fast. But now the necklace, which is his love for you, is broken and you’ve tricked your mind into thinking that his real love for you is broken too. Which it is not. Every relationship has its rough patches and you’ll get through this one. You can get a new necklace, I know it won’t be the same but it’s still the necklace.”

Sirius was shaking at this point.

“Am I right?”

He nodded, hand flying to his neck but remembering that the golden chain wasn’t there, and sobbed.

“Baby, I’m h- what’s going on what happened?” Remus hurried over to his boyfriend. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry,” Sirius pushed off of Dumo and into his boyfriends arms.

“What are you sorry for, love?” He asked him softly, laying down on the couch with Sirius laying on top of him.

Dumo opened his hand to show him the broken necklace.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Remus breathed out.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize Harry had grabbed it. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to break it.” He sobbed.

“Love it’s okay,” Remus told him. “We can get a new necklace, it’s okay.”

“I know. I know,” Sirius sat up, taking a hiccuped breath to calm his sobs. “I’m sorry,”

“Stop apologizing,” Remus chuckled.

“Sor-“ Sirius turned red and buried his face into Remus’s neck.

“You got him?” Dumo asked, as he stood up.

“Yeah, I got him. Thank you.” Remus nodded.

Dumo smiled as he looked into the living room, more grateful than ever that his son had found someone to love him unconditionally.

As always characters belong to the ever amazing @lumosinlove

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queenshelby · 4 years ago

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The Last Semester – Part Eighteen

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,407

Warning: Pregnancy Mentioned

Prior Parts: https://queenshelby.tumblr.com/post/659814893025902592/the-last-semester-part-seventeen

YOUR POV

Another week had passed and there was nothing but radio silence from Cillian and you were scrambling to think about what to do.

Emma certainly achieved her goal by publishing this most ridiculous article about your relationship. Clearly, it had an effect on Cillian.

You texted him twice, but received no response. You were heartbroken and riddled with morning sickness. Yet, you carried on as if nothing had happened.

You had started your first teaching job after finishing university and finally found a small apartment in Dublin and you still hadn’t told anyone that you were pregnant. Only your stepmother knew and she promised to keep it a secret until you were ready to talk about it or make a decision about whether or not to keep the baby.

Whilst you didn’t judge anyone who chose to terminate, your choice was likely going to keep the baby. You couldn’t terminate the pregnancy. It wasn’t really an option for you and you were almost certain that you would keep the baby. You knew that you were old enough and mature enough to have this child.

Packing boxes was distracting you. There wasn’t much to pack as you hadn’t unpacked the majority of your belongings since moving from London to start with.

Your stepmother was helping you sort through everything and made a list of things you would need in the near future while looking through the basement to see what she had kept from her last pregnancy which, evidentially, wasn’t much.

It gave her a good excuse to also do the annual spring clean and clear out the rubbish that had accumulated over the years.

‘You know, he’s good with his boys so even if things don’t work out between you, I think you will find that he will be a good dad’ your stepmother said before asking you when you were planning to tell him.

‘I want him to talk to me because of what he feels and not because he has to if he finds out that I am pregnant. I will give it a few weeks and see if he comes around’ you huffed, somewhat upset by Cillian pulling away from you once again.

‘You love him don’t you?’ your stepmother then asked and you nodded, tears running down your face.

‘I just wish he felt the same’ you then said as your emotions were getting the better of you and you broke down.

‘I think he does. He is just scared. There is a lot at stake for him and, honestly, with you being so much younger he might be worried about the longevity of your relationship. He is probably waying things up. This not only impacts his personal life, the kids, but also his career and friendships’ your stepmother explained and you knew that she was right. Yet, you were angry and hormonal.

Cillian’s POV

Over the past two weeks, Cillian had done a lot of thinking. The conflict with your father was just one final straw that had been drawn.

For months, when his agent found out about his relationship with a much younger woman, he had been told to break it off. It was bad for his career, making him a cliché of a Hollywood actor.

Then, there were his sons who had asked questions about you and his ex-wife certainly fuelled the fire when it came to their apprehension. She opposed his new relationship and, whilst he cared little about what she thought about him, Cillian had to communicate with her on a daily basis. After all, she was the mother of his children and they shared custody for them.

Then, of course, there was the fact that you were twenty years younger than Cillian and he worried that, one day, you would realise that you missed out on life and should have been with someone your own age, explore, party and travel. Do what people your age do and not be slowed down by someone so much older. The age gap between you was certainly something that bothered him on a personal level as he thought that, one day, you might change your mind about him and what you wanted.

In Cillian’s mind, the easiest way out was to break it off with you. It would solve all of his problems. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He loved you, he missed you and he wanted to be with you no matter how illogical it was.

Every night, he flicked through your photographs on his phone and he drafted one message after another to you before simply deleting them all, not knowing what to say, knowing that it was better if he didn’t say anything at all.

It wasn’t until Saturday evening, just as you finished packing up for your move, that Cillian slowly came to his senses about what he wanted and texted you with just a little bit of help from his son Charlie.

‘Hey, dad! Did you listen to what I said?’ Charlie asked as Cillian was, once again, lost in his thoughts.

‘I am sorry Charlie. What did you say?’ he asked, looking up from his phone with some help.

‘I want to go to the movies with Janine tomorrow. Is that ok?’ he asked, causing Cillian to raise an eyebrow and sigh.

‘She is only 18 months older than me and you know what?’ Charlie then said, waiting for his father’s reaction.

‘What?’ Cillian chuckled.

‘According to a very not so relevant book I just read, age doesn’t matter unless you are a cheese’ Charlie then said, causing Cillian to laugh.

‘That’s some deep poetry right there’ Cillian chuckled before agreeing to his son’s request and giving him some money to take out Janine.

‘Thanks dad. You know, this goes for you too and if you don’t make a move on Y/N, someone else will snap her up in no time’ Charlie then said with a hint of sarcasm.

‘Oh, you think so?’ Cillian chuckled and, just as he did, Charlie grabbed his father’s phone and began typing in his password.

‘Hey, give that back. I am not joking. I will ground you’ Cillian said somewhat angrily.

‘Well, I am with mum next week so you can’t really do that’ Charlie said as he finished typing before returning the phone to Cillian.

‘Fuck’ Cillian shouted as he read the message from him to you which simply read ‘I miss you’.

‘You just said a swearword. That’s naughty’ Charlie then grinned, causing Cillian to speechlessly stand in the kitchen and think about what to say now.

‘Well, I suppose this will get the conversation going. Thanks for the 50 Euro dad’ Charlie chuckled before walking into his room.

‘Grounded’ Cillian growled.

‘Fine. At least it was worth it’ Charlie winked back.

Your Father’s POV

The same evening, your father arrived home from work to you pulling out of the driveway and a stack of garbage bags being piled up in front of the front door of the house.

‘What the…’ he growled just as your stepmother brought out the final bag.

‘Spring clean’ she said somewhat satisfied, causing him to huff.

‘Where is Y/N going?’ your father asked as he was just about to take off his shoes.

‘To Marina’s house. Movie night I think’ your stepmother said before asking your father to put the trash into the bins before taking off his shoes.

‘Sure’ he responded just as she disappeared back inside to finish off cooking and, as your father took out the trash as requested, one of the large thin plastic bags got caught on the tyre of the bicycle besides the house.

It tore almost immediately and half of its contents scattered over the wet grass.

‘For fuck sake’ your father shouted to himself as he pulled open the bin and discarded of the half full bag and the two other bags he was carrying before collecting the contents from the floor.

‘Fantastic’ he growled again with anger as he realised that it was the bag containing the bathroom contents which had spilled and, amongst old tooth brushes and a sticky tube of toothpaste, he found something unusual. A digital pregnancy test which clearly read ‘POSITIVE’.

His breath caught in his throat as he picked it up, looking at it is somewhat stunned and surprised.

Was this really happening, he wondered?

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If The World Was Ending: Even if he was wicked

Synopsis: When Bianca leaves her son without looking back, Drake has to live on the streets until he finds a home with Angelica Ortiz--Lexie’s grandmother and a foster mom. With the Ortiz, Drake finds a family and falls madly in love, until a tragic night changes everything, threatening the life Drake fought so hard to get.

To catch up (HERE)

Pairing: Drake Walker x Lexie O’Brien (MC) The Royal Romance.

A/N: This will be a very angsty, full of drama, small town romance.

Words: 4,120

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry, except for Lexie’s grandmother and mother.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Child neglect, abandonment, sexual assault, prison and a very entitled, “evil” Liam

Due to the several trigger warnings and some of the subjects I’ll be dealing with, I will only tag people who actively asked for it. If you want to be tagged in the following chapters --or untagged, please leave a comment.

Drake

2008

When I was 12 years old, my mother took off with my little sister leaving me in Cordonia with my father's best friend. I reminded her too much of my father, too much of a life she would do anything to forget. That "anything" included abandoning her oldest son. I'd like to say I was surprised, but the truth is I wasn't. Bianca Walker had never been a motherly woman. The only reason she had taken Savannah with her was that my Aunt Leona adored her. I was sure my mother would dump my little sister on her and never look back. I hoped that was the case, Leona despised me, but she was great to Savannah.

A short time after that, Bastien passed away and my mother was nowhere to be found. That's when I started to go from one home to another. The first year and a half were the hardest ones. I lived with four different families, each one worse than the last. First, the Lockes, where the family barely talked to me. Then, the Ruiz that made me take cold showers and sleep on the floor. The Godwins where the “mother” used the check the state gave her to buy alcohol instead of groceries. And finally the worse, the Fields. They seemed nice enough when I met them. Not kind but polite. The first few weeks everything seemed normal. Then one day, I got in trouble at school, and Mr. Fields --the pastor of his community, beat me up to “teach me some manners.” His punishments became a usual thing after that.

Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore, so I escaped. Better to be on my own than believe some family was going to love or adopt me. Obviously, there was something very wrong with me. My own mother had left me, and I had never found my place anywhere else.

I lived on the streets for 6 months. I did all kinds of jobs. Not a lot of them were legal but there were few opportunities for a 14-year-old runaway kid. The most money I got was when I stole car parts that I got to resell to a gang called the Mercy Park Crew. The boss, Mr. Kaneko was fair and paid well enough. I could’ve kept living by myself if something hadn’t got terribly wrong at my last job. One of the boys from a rival gang decided to teach me a lesson and I ended up in the hospital with a concussion. A nurse called social services so here I am in a car with another social worker on the way for another foster home. It doesn’t matter, I know it won’t last anyway.

When you’ve been in the system as long as I had, you learned to look for certain warning signs when placed in a new home. Drugs, ulterior motives, threatening fathers, drinking mothers. After an hour, we drove through a town looking like something straight out of a movie. Valtoria. I’d heard of it before. The family my dad had been protecting when he died lived there. The house we pulled up to, was a large two-story construction with dark brown siding and an immaculate green lawn.

Joelle, my new caseworker had popped up out of nowhere in the hospital and told me I was coming with her. Just like that. From the way Joelle talked about the new place, I figured it was some sort of transitional home for rejects like me. Too old to get adopted and too troubled for anyone to voluntarily take on. I didn’t ask her anything else because I knew I didn’t have a fucking choice. Besides, I knew words don’t mean anything. I was a kid in the system. I went where they took me. Sometimes, I hated it. Sometimes, I really hated it. This time was different. In more ways than one. Usually, I was dropped off by my caseworker, and the people receiving me were about as excited as they were about junk mail. No one has ever come out to greet me before. As long as the woman at the door wasn’t sizing me up for a skin suit, it didn’t matter.

The social worker got out of the car as I grabbed the trash bag that I used to carry my shit around. She rang the bell, and a small, older woman opened the door. Joelle had told me in the car that the woman fostered several boys and I knew what that meant. She wanted the money the government gave her for keeping us. Well, I wasn’t going to make it easy for her. If she wanted to cash a check at the end of the month it was going to cost her. I’d make sure of it.

I had seen it all, but I still was caught by surprise when the tiny woman opened her arms at me and gave me a one-sided hug. A fucking hug.

“I’m very happy to meet you, mijo,” she said in a strong accent. “My name is Angelica Ortiz but everyone here calls me Abuela. Grandma in Spanish.”

The woman was deluded if she thought I’d call her grandma. She was obviously trying to impress the social worker with her fake kindness, hugs, and stupid names. I wasn’t going to be fooled that easily.

I didn’t even answer her as we stepped into the house. Another woman, a younger version of the one staring at me was waiting for us in the living room.

“Hi, you must be Drake. I’m Elena. Welcome.” She gave me a smile. Fake, I was sure but at least she hadn't tried to hug me. The older woman was talking to Joelle about me. Probably about my problems with authority, anger issues, and lack of communication skills. I knew my file by heart.

I barely nodded at Elena, and the three women exchanged a look. “Let me take you to your room, Drake. You’ll be sharing it with Maxwell. He’s doing his homework with my daughter in our house across the street. You’ll get to meet all the boys and my daughter Lexie tonight.”

She walked me to a room on the second floor of the house. It seemed clean and comfortable. Another ploy for the social worker. Two bunker beds with blue blankets and a wooden desk full of books were the biggest pieces of furniture. The left side of the room was covered in posters of who I figured were famous boy bands. There were a few of David Beckham, the only guy I recognized. Other than that there were clothes everywhere. That Maxwell dude was a fucking slob. Great.

“I told Max to take down some posters so you can decorate half of the room to your liking; This is your room as much as it is his. He's usually much more organized than this." I notice she speaks with a sort of fondness. "It was picture day for the school yearbook and he took hours getting ready. ”

I shrugged. I wasn’t planning to stay long anyway. I couldn’t care less if that Max kid left his posters on the walls or not.

She glanced at my garbage bag. “Are those your clothes, mijo?”

I scowled at her. I knew what mijo meant and I was nobody’s son. “My name is Drake.”

She smiled. “Of course, Drake. So, are they?”

I didn’t bother with an answer. A nod was enough.

“I cleared you this part of the closet, so you can keep them there. When you’re ready come downstairs; my mom and I will show you the rest of the house. The boys are out but we’ll all diner together tonight. Do you like Mexican food?”

I shrugged.

The woman smiled. “Shrugging is not an answer, mij- Drake. Either you like it, you don’t, or you haven’t tasted it in which case I can tell you, you’re missing out. Especially when mami cooks.” She winked at me as if we were friends or something. The woman was insane. “So, what is it, Drake?”

I’d never had it before, but she wasn’t going to tell me how to answer a damn question. “I hate it.”

She frowned --clearly disappointed, and I almost felt bad for her. Almost. “I’m very sorry to hear that. We already made Enchiladas for tonight and we don’t waste food. You can tell us your favorite dish though so we can make it for you.”

I shrugged again. Generally, that's when the person talking to me loses her patience but Elena Ortiz only smiled at me again. “Think about it. Every Sunday night, we pick someone’s favorite and cook it. It’s really fun. Next Sunday will be your first here, so you get to pick. Mami is a great cook and she can make anything from a mean chocolate cake to the best cheese pizza. See you downstairs, honey.”

Great. I’ve only been in this house for a few minutes, and I already hated it. The only thing worse than a home where you were beaten up as a welcome was a home where people pretended to care. My third foster home had been like that. Ms. Godwin had been all kind and nice at first. I almost felt like she cared about us. A week later, she had gotten drunk. For two days, neither I or the two girls she fostered had anything to eat because she hadn’t bought any groceries. I had to steal a twenty euro bill from her purse to buy food. She got angry and called the social worker who had come for me and taken me to the Fields. The worst home I ever lived in.

I wasn’t going to go downstairs but I decided that if I wanted a chance to escape it was better if I knew the house. Before I could explore a little, I heard my name from what I assumed was the kitchen.

Elena was crouching in front of the oven. “Drake has such sad eyes, mami. He’s only 14.”

The woman that had asked me to call her abuela, answered as she chopped an onion. “This boy has been living in the streets for more than a year. Do you realize it? Pobre angelito. So young and he has already seen more horrors than most people see in a lifetime.”

“Joelle told me that he had escaped from his last foster home.”

The older woman scoffed. “Home? If that’s how you call people that foster kids only for the money, they get in exchange. I don’t want to imagine why he fled those places." She turned to her daughter who had finished whatever she was doing in the oven and was drinking a bottle of water. "Stop watching me work, Elena and help me with diner, por Dios.”

Why was she pretending she didn’t care about the money? It was obvious. No one did anything for free. There was always a catch.

“Dónde está mi venadito?”

“Lexie and Max are at our house doing homework, mami. Be careful, though, if Lexie hears you calling her “your little deer” she’ll kill you. The boys called her Bambi for months after they heard you the last time.”

“Nonsense. She’s my venadito and that’s that. You two will come to eat here tonight. I want Drake to meet everyone.”

Elena rolled her eyes but patted her mom on the back. “Yes mami. Lexie is dying to meet him, she and Max made a chocolate cake for him. I’ll call her in a minute. Where are the boys by the way?”

“Bertie is trying to teach Leo how to drive. Poor boy, I hope he makes it alive.”

“Don’t worry. I’m sure Leo will be careful. Bertrand will be fine.”

“Oh, it’s not Bertie I’m worried about, it’s Leo. Bartie has no patience with him.”

I left the kitchen before they said anything else. I was sure I was going to hate this stupid place. I was angry. More than angry. Furious. After a year of successfully running away, I was back in the damn system. Back in yet another home where people seemed to care about me in front of the social worker just to ignore me –or worse, once she left. I had to admit that my new foster “moms” played their part better than most. The old one had hugged me and the other one had given me a smile that seemed real. But I knew better. No one really cared for me. No one gave a shit where I slept, what I ate, or if I was ill or scared. Not that I was ever scared. I had seen everything.

The front door was locked so I went to the backyard. I saw a small wooden house on top of one of the trees. I decided it was a good place to hide and be myself.

I sat there for a few moments when I heard someone climbing the tree.

“Hi!”

I looked up and saw a girl a couple of years younger than me. She had the biggest pair of brown eyes I’ve ever seen and was smiling at me as if I was her best friend.

“I’m Lexie! I live across the street. I’m Angelica’s granddaughter. You’re Drake, right?” I didn’t think it was possible to smile more but the girl proved me wrong when her grin widened. I simply nodded.

“Welcome! I know that it must be hard for you to feel at home because you like just arrived but you’ll love it here. I promise. Valtoria is great. We have lakes and the mountains and when it’s warm enough we can go camping all night. You’ll love the house too. I mean between you and me the boys are kind of a pain in the ass but they’re pretty great when they want to. Or when they're not teasing me. Especially Leo and Maxie. Bertrand is a know-it-all. He thinks because he’s sixteen he knows everything." She rolled her eyes clearly offended by the idea that someone could know more than her. "Abuela, that how we all call her because she’s Mexican and would murder us if we call her grandma, is amazing. I mean don’t get me wrong, she's super strict, and as my mom says the woman is never wrong but she’s the best person I know.”

I blinked. I didn’t know a person could talk that much without taking a single breath.

“Do you camp?” She asked as she folded her legs in front of her.

I did before. Before my dad died and my whole life blew up in a million pieces. Not that I would explain any of that to the chatty girl, so I just nodded again.

“Great! It’s getting warmer and Leo wants to go to a new camping site next weekend. Don’t tell him I said this but he’s like the worst camper ever. I have to double-check everything he does but I don’t tell him anymore because my mom said it wasn’t nice.”

I wondered how could someone carry a whole conversation by herself. I hadn’t pronounced a single word since the girl had shown up.

“I want to be your friend but I can see we’re about to have our first fight.” She told me in a teasing tone. “You’re wearing a Liverpool t-shirt. We worship Barcelona in this house. Well, Abuela, Leo and I do. The others couldn’t care less about soccer.”

I looked at the shirt she was wearing. It read "If they don't have soccer in heaven, I'm not going."

She noticed I was looking at her shirt and beamed. "Abue said my shirt was disrespectful to God but mom thought that was dumb and bought it for me anyway."

"Do you like soccer?" I finally asked.

“Like it? I love it! Did abuela saw your shirt? She hates European teams. She thinks Tigres is the best.”

“Tirgues?”

She laughed, and the sound of it did something weird to my stomach. “Tigres. It’s a Mexican team. She goes crazy when they play.”

“What team you like?”

“Barcelona, obviously.”

“Liverpool made it to the finals of the last Champion’s league.” I pointed out.

She shrugged. “They lost so it doesn’t count. Do you play?”

“Sometimes.” I tried not to show how much I loved it. It was something else my dad and I shared that had stopped when he died.

“I play too. How old are you?”

“Fourteen.”

“I'm twelve. Well, almost thirteen, my birthday is in May.”

I frowned. “It’s November.”

“I know. I’m almost there.” She beamed. "I'm almost closer to thirteen than twelve anyway."

“Do you always talk this much?”

She laughed and my belly did that weird thing again. “My mom says I was a parrot in another life. I talk more when I’m nervous.”

“You're nervous?” I liked that I could make her nervous but I didn't know why.

She blushed and I liked it too. “A little. What happened to your eye?”

“I got into a fight.”

“Wow. You can’t do that here. Leo is always getting into fights and abuela has to ground him.”

She sure mentioned that Leo guy a lot. “Is Leo your boyfriend?”

“Gross!! Leo’s is like my brother. He, Bertie, and Max live with abuela. We’re a family. You’re family too.”

Fuck that. No matter if the girl was sort of cute. I didn’t have a family. “No, I’m not. I’m not staying.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I don’t belong here.”

“Yes, you do; I swear. Plus, I need someone to coach me, so I can get into the school team next year. Leo promised he would, but he never has time.”

“I suck.”

She shook her head and smiled at me again. “Somehow I don’t think you do.” Then she gave me a conspiratorial look as she pulled out something from her jacket pocket. "You can't tell my mom about this but I took this from her room." It was a white iPod. After scrolling a little through the screen she settled on The Beach Boys. She couldn't possibly know it but they were my dad's favorites. She passed me an earbud and we didn’t talk after that. We just sat together for a while hearing music until we heard our names being called.

“That’s abuela. We should go. She hates to wait. Plus, I'm starving and we're having enchiladas. You'll love them.”

Lexie ran to her house to --as she put it-- 'hide the evidence.' I went back to her grandma's house and stepped into the kitchen.

“Drake, pass me the salt, mijo. It’s next to you on the counter,” Angelica said as she kept on turning the sauce she was making. “You like enchiladas?”

What was with all these women asking me what I liked to eat? I leaned against the black counter while she opened the lid of another steaming pot on the stove, and stirred its contents with a long wooden spoon. I shrugged. I didn’t know if I liked it. But it smelled better than anything I ever tasted, so it couldn’t be all that bad. My mouth started watering, and my stomach growled. Come to think of it, it had been a while since I’d last eaten.

“You know, I know you feel weird now. And you don’t like to talk a lot. Soon, you’ll learn that this is a safe place. We aren’t gonna judge a single word that comes out of your mouth or any of them that don’t.”

I suddenly felt like I owed her a verbal response in exchange for her kindness. Fake or not. Besides, I just knew the chatty girl I’ve just met wouldn’t be happy if I was rude to her grandmother. “Yes, ma’am.”

She smiled at my verbal response. “But just so you know. We do have a few rules in this house.”

Here it comes. The catch. Angelica put the lid back on the pot and leaned over the counter on her elbows. “You just need to go to school, find a hobby or sport you like, don't swear, respect the curfew and keep your room clean. Every child in this house has chores but it’s too soon to figure out yours. For now, you only have to get to know us.” Her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me. At that moment the timer of the oven rang and Angelica took a huge dish out of it. She covered it with more steamy, tomato sauce, sour cream, and grated cheese and put it back in the oven. At least, I might get some good food while I figured what I was going to do next. Because no matter how nice and kind everybody acted, I was not going back to school. I used to be good at it without much effort; I had friends and a soccer team. But I had missed a lot in the last two years. I felt dumb and stupid.

Suddenly, the front door slammed open. “Cuidado muchachos! Be careful with that door against the wall, or you’re going be spackling and repainting this entire house,” Angelica yelled out. Three teenage boys filed into the house, followed by just as many apologies.

“Sorry.” “Oops.” “It was Max’s fault.” “

“These are Maxwell, Leo and Bertie,” Angelica introduced. “Boys, this is Drake.”

“Hi, man!” The blond one said with a shit-eating grin. “Abuela, Lena, you guys didn’t tell me you were buying a Liverpool fan.”

“Adoption is not a purchase of people, Leo” the oldest one --Bertrand, corrected.

“Yeah, cause if it was, then you got Leo from the clearance rack,” the youngest one joked, checking his reflection in the hallway mirror, smoothing back an out-of-place dark hair. “I hope you kept your receipt.”

“Fuck, off,” the blond one replied with a middle finger.

“Watch it, Leo,” Angelica warned. “Boys.”

Max kissed her on the cheek. “Sorry, abue.” She forgave him with a smile, then swatted at his hand with her spoon when he dipped his finger into the pot.

“I’m glad you’re here, bro” Leo said. I stood, and he gave me a fist bump without touching my hand.

“Me too! And we’re going to be roomies,” the kid named Max said. He grabbed a stack of plates from the counter. I followed him over to the long dining room table and helped set the table for seven people.

2020

I lost count of how many days I’ve been in the hole. It wasn’t my first time in here and it sure as hell it wouldn’t be the last. It was always the same routine. Days and nights blended into one making it impossible to know what day it was or how much time I had been in here.

I have been in jail for six excrutiating years. I had known from the day I heard the sentencing that the only way I was going to survive was if I didn’t think about her. It was the hardest thing I had to do but after a while, my routine was running smoothly and when my head hit the pillow at night, I was too fucking exhausted. She haunted my dreams and my nightmares, but I didn’t think of her beyond that. Except for the hole. Locked up there, cold, hungry, and utterly alone her face, my memories of her were the only thing that helped me go on.

I replayed in my head our first encounter, our first kiss, our first time. I obsessed about her full lips, her expressive brown eyes, her gorgeous smile. I could spend hours picturing every single corner of her soft delicate curves. Sometimes, I wondered if --maybe, I didn’t start fights in the hope of being sent to the hole where I could spend my time fantasizing about her. It was pure torture, but I couldn’t help myself. The memories I had of her, of us and our short time together were the only light in my otherwise bleak life.

She still wrote me every week but I hadn’t open any single one of her letters. I didn’t want to know if she was moving on with her life or worst if she was waiting for me. Because that was what Lexie didn’t understand. Even if nothing happened and I was released in one year, I would never be that boy again. The Drake Walker she had known and loved was dead and she wasn’t going to like the man that had been left in his place. I was damn sure about that.

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Metalocalypse #11: “Fatklok” | October 8, 2006 – 11:45PM | S01E10

Fuck dude, this one rules so much. Just one of the most wantonly cruel and stupid episodes, just nihilistic as fuck while being absurdly funny. First of all, it starts off with Dethklok releasing a bunch of deadly feral cats (Nathan calls them “kitties” which is so funny) on an island of mutants who are mutated from nuclear fall-out or something, I forget the details of this. Anyway, the kitties just start attacking the mutated people. Usually the joke is that Dethklok are casually victimizing their fans, who welcome their abuse as an honor. Here they are just kicking random people while they're down. It's especially stupid and brutal.

The episode is actually about Dethklok and their son. They've adopted a child who is an ugly, obese, possibly full-grown young adult? He is decked out in typical white trash metal-loving fashion, and doesn't even really act human. It's probably a retarded man. They treat this person like a dog, and the show sorta treats it like he's a dog. But Dethklok trying to act fatherly to their doglike child is so funny. In text, this sounds unforgivably dark; a 12 minute cartoon dedicated to child abuse. But they at no point give their child a personality. He really does act like a feral hog. It's just wild shit, man. You gotta respect it.

I think the show manages to make this all palatable by first showing a cold open depicting the thesis of the entire show which is that Dethklok's brutality comes directly from how stupid these guys are. And they show the most stark version of a typical “Dethklok commits brutality and the joke is either they are too apathetic, dumb, or protected by art and capital's combined ability to not just be above the law but to also become the law” gag: they are victimizing the already-victimized. Their brutality doesn't even ironically punish people who deserve it, which makes this show's humor darker than most.

You could do a version of this where the boy they are raising is actually outwardly sentient or realistic or emotionally connectable and it would probably not be very funny at all, just a bummer. But they'd get credit for being extra dark. But not funny. So they make the fat kid a little trailer park Cartman type, just a kid who, if you saw walking around minding his own business you'd probably think “that is a trash person. If he were thrown into a garbage can tomorrow, nobody would miss him”. Maybe you only have thoughts like these in the darkest corners of your mind, and maybe you're not that glad about it that you actually feel this way sometimes about another human being for shallow reasons. But this feeling is the reason this episode is funny.

This episode has a really great scene up front, which also softens the blow of the awful-on-paper premise: the Dethklok guys are acting extra-ass retarded. They are shining laser pointers into and pressing on their eyes, they are giving themselves nose bleeds, they are being maybe the most retarded you have ever seen on this show. They really do go above and beyond explaining that these characters are legitimately among the dumbest people to have ever existed. Even my father, who hates and fears metal music to the point that he can't decipher irony from any of it whatsoever (even Spinal Tap is too much for him to handle), would understand this about this episode. This scene would make my dad laugh. MY DAD! MY DAD WHO SUCKS.

MAIL BAG

I’ve been sick with a nasty cold, NOT COVID, what the HELL. So I’m just gonna burn through the ones I don’t remember the context for.

I like those shows.

Thanks! ME TOO! I love shows more than almost anything.

Don't get mad at me!

I promise I’m not mad. I love you for your contribution. Thank you.

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I don’t think this one had any context. I’m not sure I EVEN GET IT. Remember the episode of Larry Sanders where Hank is yelling at the writers and he’s really getting furious to the point where it’s a little scary but he caps off his rant shitting on their “monologue jokes THAT I DON’T EVEN GET!” Fuck dude that’s so funny. Anyway I don’t get this

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #metalocalypse

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jimlingss · 5 years ago

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Sugar and Coffee [18]

Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 18.5 OR Chapter 19

➜ Words: 4.5k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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It’s funny how things come and go in life. The longer you live and the more things you experience, you realize just how fickle living can be. The events that you anticipate the most come and go while the ones you dread linger. The people you expect to stay with you leave — and the people you expect to leave end up staying. Similarly, the internship that you had been so worried and excited for was finally finished. It was sad to say goodbye and to leave the shop behind. You genuinely loved being there, learning and spending your time perfecting your craft. Even bratty Yuna was sad to bid you farewell — the two of you had grown fond of each other over the months, so you sent her a card right when you got home yourself and you heard from Namjoon that she had pinned it on her wall. Luckily, you knew that this goodbye wouldn’t be a permanent one. It was different to other goodbyes you’ve had in the past. Namjoon and Sejeong assured both you and Jungkook a million times that it was only temporary — that they’d be happy to hire you back after your schooling is finished if you so happened to choose to work for them again. And it’s a proposition that still interests you greatly. You’re not sure what Jungkook wants to do — but you know you’d love to return and continue making wedding cakes under their mentorship someday. But for now you had to return on your path. The end of Summer was quickly approaching, and you find yourself coming back to where it started. Well. Sort of. In actuality, you were standing on Jungkook’s parents’ doorstep. Suitcase in hand. Full of hesitance and uncertainty. Fingers kept away from the doorbell. You’re not sure if this is a place that would welcome you again. But Jungkook had insisted. He pressed on, insisting that you should visit his family again, to at least come see him for a few days with the Summer that remained left. He whined about how much he missed you. And you had to admit, you missed him too. So here you were, like a complete idio— “God, okay! I’m throwing out the trash now!” The door opens. The boy freezes. He stares at you with rounded eyes as you stare back at him. He’s dressed in a worn t-shirt and gym shorts, flopping hair sticking out in all directions like he just woke up even though it’s well past noon. One hand is on the handle, the other is holding a black garbage bag. Slowly the corner of your mouth quirks. “Hi.” A stupidly big grin plasters across Jungkook’s face and spreads into his cheeks as his eyes light up with mirth. Jungkook’s voice softens. “When’d you get here?” “Just now.” He drops the garbage and is about to come and hug you, but something shoots out from between his legs to engulf you in a tight embrace instead. “Y/N!” Eunbi’s summer dress flutters in the breeze and you lift her up as best as you can with a smile. Lia follows quickly behind, wearing a big smile and she turns over her shoulder. “Y/N’s here!” “She’s here?” Someone comes stumbling from the kitchen, throwing her kitchen towel aside. Jungkook’s dad comes out from the backyard, having heard the ruckus. “She’s here.” “She’s here!” Eunbi repeats in giggles and your arms widen when Lia joins in greeting you with a hug. Jungkook sighs wistfully, separated from you by his overbearing family members. Yet, all the worries you had about being welcomed or not instantly vanishes. They greet you warmly — Jungkook’s dad asking how you’ve been, how exams and classes and the internship was. You’re bombarded with curious questions and enthusiastic answers, only spared when Jungkook’s mom pulls you to the kitchen where she has a whole countertop of food prepared. She wasn’t sure what you liked to eat, so she made everything she could when she heard you were coming and you can’t find it in your heart to reject her hard efforts. So you consume as much as you can before Eunbi tugs you aside to join her tea party with Lia. You find out their parents have gone for a last-minute trip, so they’ve been staying at their aunt’s and uncle’s, obviously having a blast by the looks of it, especially now with you here. It’s only when Jungkook turns on a Disney movie and makes them sit down to watch that he’s finally able to sneak you away. “Sorry about that.” He shuts the door to his room, sighing at how difficult it was to get a hold of you in his own house. “It’s okay. I love your family.” “That makes one of us,” Jungkook mutters and sulks. “You try spending twenty four hours a day seven days a week with them and see how they can drive you nuts.” “Aww, poor baby. Your family cares about you, how horrible.” Your voice drips of sarcasm and you feign sympathy, reaching over to pat him on the back. Jungkook scoffs but takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around you. He leans down enough to accommodate for the height difference and he props his chin on your shoulder. His nose digs into your hair, breathing in. You’re ticklish from his grip. “Jungkook…” “I missed you.” “It’s only been what?” You rest your head on his shoulder, giving into his warmth. “Two weeks?” “Long enough.” “School starts in another week. If I didn’t come, you still would’ve seen me.” “Yeah, but what if I died before then and couldn’t see you ever again?” he whines and it’s hard to resist the small smile tugging at your lips. But you manage to pull away from him and roll your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.” The boy grins and takes a seat on his chair by his old computer desk while you plop down onto the edge of his bed. “So….what have you been up to?” “You act like we haven’t called and texted each other every single day.” “Yeah, but I don’t know what the trip was like up here.” “Fair enough,” you hum. “I guess all that really happened is that I sat next to this really handsome man on the bus here who shared my interests and hobbies. And we had a hot, passionate summer fling and we decided to make this a long-term thing, so we’re getting married. Sorry to say, Jeon, but you’ve lost your chance.” You laugh and his eye twitches. In an instant, you’re being pinned to his mattress with Jungkook hovering above you. His knee wedges between your legs, hands pressed flat next to your head. The dark strands of his hair grazes against your forehead and you sink deeper into his pillows. But even in such a compromising position, you can’t help but muse how cute he looks feigning anger like this. “I’m trying to be nice here, but you’re always testing my patience, brat. You really think I won’t kill you one day?” “You wouldn’t.” You quirk your head to the side, hands grasping at his forearms. Your eyes glimmer with a challenge before they flicker up to the posters lining his wall. “Not with IU watching.” He grins, a small laugh coming from his nose. “Jieun would understand.” You snort and he helps you sit up. “Do your parents know…?” “No. Otherwise, you’d be on the phone with my grandma right now. They’re overbearing enough as it is.” You nod. “They don’t think it’s weird that I’m here?” “No.” Jungkook scoffs. “God, they love you. Isn’t it obvious? They think you’re a ‘good influence’ on me. Better than Taehyung and Jimin are, at least. Those two are just idiots no matter where they go, so my parents are always concerned that all of us will get into fender benders.” He uses air quotes when he says ‘good influence’ and you bat his arm. “I am a good influence on you.” “Uh-huh.” Jungkook eyes you skeptically. “They should see you when you get mad—” “I don’t get mad.” “—and when you start swearing. Or the amount of dirty, dirty things you can say…” “Jungkook,” your whine tapers off when he suddenly lays a hand on your upper thigh. Jungkook’s half-lidded eyes and heavy gaze flickers down to your lips. He starts to lean in, head angling and your breath catches in your throat in eager anticipation. Your eyes flutter shut. But you never feel the velvet texture of Jungkook’s lips against yours. Instead, there’s a loud knock that startles you both to death. Then, the door opens. And the boy, whose lap you were nearly perched on, is already back on his desk chair, whirling around. “Hey, Y/N.” Jungkook’s dad is smiling wide. “What are you guys up to?” “We’re just talking,” his son deadpans. “Is there something you need?” “Nope.” The middle-aged man who uncannily has Jungkook’s eyes leans on the doorframe with arms crossed casually. “Just thought I’d pop by, see what’s going on, let you know your mom thinks you two can bring Lia and Eunbi into town to pick up some groceries….” “Okay. We can do that later.” There’s a terrible, awkward silence as Jungkook’s dad hangs around. It makes the younger frown. “Is there something wrong?” “No.” He shakes his head, slowly starting to turn away before Jungkook dies in modification. But then he stops and looks back with a smile playing at his lips. “You guys should keep the door open though. House policy. Not mine but your mother’s. You know...she doesn’t want any funny business happening.” “Dad.” “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger.” His hands are lifted up in the air and he laughs it off. The older man pushes the door so it’s wide open and then waltzes away. Jungkook’s sigh is long enough to empty out his lungs and you giggle at their interaction. The walk to town is lovely. The end of Summer keeps the weather from sweltering or being uncomfortable. It’s warm with a brisk wind kissing against your cheeks. You consider just how cozy this town is, small houses and big lawns, white picket fences and scalloped shingle rooftops. The grocery store is modest too and several people greet Jungkook when he enters, asking how he’s been and if you're someone special to him. It’s a place where everyone knows everyone and it’s cute. You never considered Jungkook to be a small town boy, but it’s somehow fitting. “We need to get apples, cucumbers, scallions….” He flips over the list, trying to discern his mom’s chicken scratch as he pushes the shopping cart. “Uh…..that either says potatoes or tomatoes.” “Can we get this?!” Eunbi holds up a box bigger than her body. The doll inside is smiling. Jungkook doesn’t even glance at it. “No.” “Awww.” The four of you walk down the cereal aisle and Jungkook stops for a detour. He picks two to compare and concentrates too hard for such a menial task. “I didn’t know cereal was on our list,” you say while peeking over his shoulder. “I like cereal,” he mumbles. In spite of taking a full minute on deliberating what brand he wants, Jungkook ends up settling for both. He places them into the cart and continues pushing it down the aisle while humming. You keep a watch on Eunbi in the meanwhile to make sure she doesn’t get lost, but soon Lia comes back with something in hand. “Y/N, can we please make this together?” The seven year old has a bright, red box of chewy fudge brownie mix. Automatically, you and Jungkook’s faces twist in abhorrent disgust. “It says we just need...egg, water, and oil!” she reads off of it proudly. “No, we don’t need a box to make brownies,” you coax with a smile. “We can make it fresher. A few more steps and it’ll taste worlds better than the box.” “Really?” “Really.” “Yay!” Eunbi’s loudly cheering in the middle of the grocery store, arms in the air and hopping up and down. “We get brownies!” “What’s even in here?” Jungkook takes the box and flips it around. His eyes narrow in on the tiny letters of the ingredient list. “Sugar, enriched bleached wheat flour? What’s carrageenan? Pft, artificial flavour?” He arrogantly tosses it aside. “We don’t need that. We’re professionals.” You snort. “Uh-huh. A professional who doesn’t even know how to make a moist cake.” “At least I can temper chocolate,” he bites back without skipping a beat — without blinking or taking a breath. When Jungkook sees your shocked expression, he laughs heartily and throws an arm over your shoulder, nuzzling into you. “I’m kidding. Kidding.” You scoff, throw his arm off of you. “No, you aren’t.” “Are you fighting?” Eunbi grabs a hold of your shirt, tugging lightly. “Only because Jungkook is mean,” you tell with an exaggerated pout. It’s his turn to be offended. “You just said my cakes weren’t moist!” You ignore him. “Let’s go, children. We don’t interact with bullies.” Lia and Eunbi giggle, happy to go along with you and leave Jungkook in the dust, scrambling to roll the shopping cart behind you. Eventually, the groceries are paid for and the walk back turns out to be equally enjoyable. Once the four of you arrive back to the house, his parents are out working in the garden, so you and Jungkook put away the groceries together and pull out the necessary ingredients for brownies. “We can probably make two batches.” “I wanna do it with Y/N!” Lia immediately exclaims, jumping to your side. She leaves her younger sister frowning and on the verge of tears. “No, I wanna!” “How about me?” Jungkook stands in the middle of his own kitchen at a complete loss. It causes laughter to bubble from you. “Okay, all three of us can do it together and we can verse Jungkook. How about that?” They nod and Lia tells her cousin that he’s going down, teasing him mercilessly and you indulge them about how you’re better than Jungkook in everything at school — something he adamantly protests about. Soon, all of you get to work. You teach them how to preheat the oven, grease the pans, and watch as the half cup of butter is melted in a saucepan. Lia and Eunbi help you measure out one cup of sugar and they each crack an egg into the butter. Three quarter cups of cocoa are shifted into the mixture along with a half cup of flour, a quarter teaspoon of salt and a quarter teaspoon of baking powder. You show the two girls how to fold the ingredients gently together and you catch them a moment before they’re about to spoon the batter into their mouths. They give stretching smiles and you help them spread it into a pan instead to bake. It’s put in for half an hour, slightly underdone so it’s sweet and still gooey. “It smells wonderful in here,” Jungkook’s mom gasps as she enters, taking off her garden gloves and wiping her brow with the back of her hand. “Did you make something special?” “Look auntie!” Eunbi is jumping, hands jittery, on a sugar high. “We made brownies!” “Did you now?” She peers over the counter, brows raising. “My goodness, they look amazing.” “We helped make them with Y/N,” Lia announces, mouth smeared in chocolate. “Did you thank Y/N yet for showing you how to make them?” Both girls instantly whirl around, thanking you with bashful and shy smiles. In the meanwhile, Jungkook’s mom is unable to resist and reaches over for a brownie. She groans at the taste and smacks her lips together. “Don’t eat too much or it’ll ruin your appetite,” she says — much like how Jungkook often reminds you — and ironically bites into her brownie again. The woman turns to you. “These are delicious, dear.” “They weren’t too hard to make.” “You should show me the recipe, I’d love to bake these again.” “I’ve made these before!” Jungkook complains in a higher pitched voice, eating his own brownies when no one takes them out of his pan. But no one pays mind to him. Not his mother or his twirling cousins. “Of course, I can.” You, on the other hand, do pay attention to Jungkook. You grin at him as he glares. And only later when there’s a moment of privacy will he tickle you as revenge for making his entire family love you more than him. It’s then that he finally gets the chance to kiss you too. // Dinner with the Jeon family is as you would expect it to be. Everyone inhales all the food and chit chats with one another. There’s warm banter shared across the dinner table as his parents make him talk about the trip to Tahiti, how the internship was and if he was on his best behaviour. He gives you discreet, defeated looks to show how he’s so done with them and it’s hard to stifle your giggles. Afterwards, you help him do the dishes as his cousins turn on a movie to watch and his parents finish off the brownies you made. Not long after that, everybody begins to retreat to their rooms. “Aw, do we have to go to bed?” “Yes. Don’t you want to help plant the flowers tomorrow?” Jungkook’s mom smooths out her hair. “Only big girls can help and you can only get big if you sleep and get strong.” “Okay.” Lia sulks. “But can I at least say goodnight to Y/N?” “Yes.” The older woman offers a rather maternal smile. “You can.” Lia runs to you down the hall right as you leave the bathroom with your toothbrush in hand, catching you off guard. She hugs you tight. “Goodnight, Y/N!” Eunbi is hot on her sister’s heels and you stumble back when she throws herself at you too. “Night, night, Y/N!” “Goodnight, you two.” “Can we play tomorrow?” You ruffle the five year old’s hair. “Course we can.” She beams and hops back, following her aunt. Her uncle is already inside their room, holding up books. “Who’s ready for story time?” “Me!” Lia runs off and waves to you. At the same time, Jungkook leaves his room to see their retreating forms and scoffs. “Wow, are they not going to wish me a goodnight?” You slap his arm, laughing. “Stop being so jealous all the time. I can’t help that I’m so lovable.” He scoffs and affectionately pokes your forehead with his index finger. “I can’t even argue with that.” The corner of his mouth curls and you grin. Jungkook has that look in his eyes — the one you’ve learnt to recognize. He looks like he wants to kiss you, like he’s about to do it too, but the pair of you are interrupted by someone lingering in the hallway. “Y/N, you’re sleeping in the guest bedroom, right?” His mom looks at you and you nod quickly. “Yes, I am.” “Good.” She relaxes and bobs her head. “Jungkook, you go back to your room now. There’s a long day tomorrow.” He sighs, but doesn’t argue. Jungkook turns right back around into his room and keeps the door slightly open for a second, enough to give you an incredulous look. It makes you smile and mouth ‘goodnight’ to him before he shuts the door. His mom brings you to the guest bedroom, helping you set up for the night and asking if you need extra blankets and pillows. “Are you sure everything’s okay?” “Yes, it is. Thank you, Mrs. Jeon.” “If you’re ever cold, feel free to grab anything from the closet.” When you nod, she gets to the door. Jungkook’s mom is about to turn off the light, but lingers. She twists around to share a smile with you. “Thank you for coming, Y/N. I’m glad to see you again.” “No, thank you.” You’re caught off guard by her words of gratitude. “Honestly, I didn’t want to be such a bother.” “You aren’t. Trust me.” She laughs, a tinkling sound emitting from her chest. “I’ve always wanted a daughter like you. Jungkook is two more handfuls than I can handle sometimes, especially when he was young.” The older woman shakes his head with a fond expression. “He might not look like it but he’s still very much a child. I worry about him being gone so far for so long out of the entire year. So, I’m glad there’s someone like you looking out for him.” You’re touched by her sincerity, but you can’t help but feel like she’s gotten it wrong. You awkwardly shift your weight from one foot to the other. “Mrs. Jeon—” “You can call me auntie, if you’d like.” You nod timidly. “Jungkook actually looks out for me a lot more than I do for him. He really helped me through a lot of tough times, so really, I should be the one thanking him….” She smiles, the wrinkles around her eyes creasing. “Then I’m even more grateful that Jungkook’s not hopeless. It’s good that the two of you have one another.” Part of you wants to tell her that you’re unequivocally in love with her son. But by the twinkle in her eye, you get a sense that she already knows the true nature between you and Jungkook. You don’t need to say it aloud or make any announcements. Her smile becomes more tender in the small silence and then she finally bids you a goodnight, flicking off the lights in the room. You end up laying there for a while. You receive Jungkook’s text telling you this is so dumb and you laugh. The bright lights of your phone eventually burns your eyes too much, so you throw it aside, opting to stare at the ceiling and listen to his house. You can hear doors closing, footsteps, the flicker of the hallway light turning off and more doors closing. Silence settles in for a good ten minutes, but before you can completely drift off to sleep, your door cracks open. A familiar boy sneaks into your room with a soft sigh. He shuts the door silently and nimbly avoids all the creaks in the floorboards, knowing where each of them are after growing up and spending his childhood in these four walls. “You’re not supposed to be here.” You sit up, covers pooling around your waist. His feet slide and the mattress dips underneath his weight. “And I care because…?” You scoff. “Rebellious, aren’t you, Jeon?” “You don’t even know the start of it.” He grins. “I just want to lay with you for a while. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.” “But your parents don’t know that. What happens if they catch you here?” you ask while peeling back the covers anyhow, happily inviting him in. “Nothing will happen. It’s okay.” “Yeah, but they might hate me...for tainting their son.” “Impossible.” Jungkook settles in and pulls the covers up to keep you warm. You cuddle yourself into him and he props his chin on top of your head. “And they don’t care about that. They just don’t want any Jeon grandkids, or at least not until we graduate.” “Psh. You’re going to have to prove yourself before you implant anything in my uterus, Jeon.” His nose wrinkles at your euphemism, but then he pokes your side, making you squirm. “Prove myself? Haven’t I already?” “Just cause I let you kiss me a few times doesn’t mean I have plans to make this long-term,” you tease and this time he’s the one scoffing. Jungkook rolls on top of you, pinning you underneath him. The soft glow of the lamp posts outside on the suburban street comes through the window and when your eyes adjust to the darkness, you’re able to discern a few of his features — especially that sulking expression of his. Jungkook’s such a baby sometimes. Or at least he likes to be babied by you. Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin would shit themselves if they saw him now. But it makes you happy to be the only one who can see this endearing side of him. “What more do you want to put me through, hmm?” You cock your head to the side. “Who knows, you might just get bored of me in a few weeks, Jeon. Better not to jump the gun.” “I don’t think so. What do you take me for? Someone with that low of an attention span?” “Well…” You draw out the syllable. “Last I checked, you still don’t know how to make flowers with gum paste.” His tongue clicks in annoyance and he starts to tickle you again at your weakest parts. You squirm underneath him, giggling as your legs kick to no avail. It makes the bed squeak, the headboard hitting against the wall and Jungkook laughs and quickly lets up. He covers your mouth with his palm. “Shush! You’re going to wake them up.” You peel off his hand, harshly whispering, “You started it.” Jungkook’s smile is big enough to make his cheeks hurt. He missed you — your company, warmth, the teasing banter. It’s hard to fathom that his best friend is actually here with him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Jungkook leans down, locking his lips against yours. Your soft mouths slots against each other like it’s the way it always should have been and he relishes in the groan you release. It’s a gentle kiss, one that merely tests the waters and then he pulls away. You blink up at him, breath leaving through your parted lips that now taste like his vanilla chapstick. “No funny business, remember?” “I know.” Jungkook gets off of you, resuming his place by your side. “But I wasn’t planning any ‘funny business’. Where has your mind gone too?” Your cheeks heat. “I’m just saying.” He chuckles softly, arm slung across your waist. You’re pulled close as he nestles in. It’s easy to relax and your hand lifts to wrap around his back. The both of you hold each other for a while in the comfortable darkness underneath the cozy covers. You’re lulled in his company. “Jungkook.” “Hmm?” “You can’t fall asleep here.” “I know,” he mumbles. But contrary to Jungkook’s words, he does fall asleep with you — sharing the same bed like those nights in Tahiti. Only in the morning, when dawn breaks and the morning light comes through the glass windows are you both naturally shaken awake. It’s then that Jungkook scratches his bed hair flopping in all directions, eyes swollen as he stumbles back to his own bedroom. And you drift back to sleep with a softened smile on your face.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenario #jungkook fluff #bts reader insert #jungkook reader insert #btsboulangerie #LET'S GO Y'ALL

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untaemedqueen · 5 years ago

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The Second

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Request: Hi there!So I'm making a request which involves domestic kook!Like koo and the reader are becoming parents for the second time however they're both scared because their first child was a preemie!I want the scenario to be fluff and angsty both like can you please add a scene where the two of them argue..? It could be when the reader tells koo about her pregnancy and he's taken aback because he's scared for our safety.So it's the first time he yells and the moment reader starts crying he regrets it

Warnings: Angsty and Fluffy

“Jeon Jisung!" Jeongguk yells as his son climbs on top of a chair in the practice room as the guys grab water as they take a break. Jisung turns around to hos daddy with a big smile making Jeongguk sigh shakily before smiling.

"You're going to hurt yourself, big boy!" Jeongguk says wiping his forehead with a towel before scooping his 2 year old son up into his arms.

"Daddy." Jisung whines clutching onto Jeongguk's neck making his heart melt. He didn't know how special fatherhood would be and how difficult, besides. Jisung was a surprise to Jeongguk and his wife Y/N but he was a welcome surprise even though the pregnancy wasn't without it's hardships.

"Can you believe that our Kook is a dad already? Before all of us?" Taehyung asks as he rubs his wife’s pregnant belly. Jeongguk smiles over at them before feeling a bit of jealousy burn at the back of his mind. He wishes your pregnancy was that easy, that you didn't have so many sleepless nights of crying and pain before having to give birth to Jisung early. Too early, Jisung was born at just 5 months in the womb, weighing just three pounds. Jeongguk looks away from Taehyung before petting the top of his sons head as Jisung wriggles to get comfy.

"Are you tired?" Jeongguk asks quietly angling his head to try and see his son's face. Jisung nods before letting out a loud whine.

"Okay, okay." Jeongguk says as Hoseok and Yoongi look up from the floor with a smile as Jisung clutches on to his dad.

"Are we done for the day? I should probably take Jisung home for bedtime. It's already 9 o'clock." Namjoon looks over at Sejin before nodding.

"Sure, Jisung needs his sleep to get big and strong." Jeongguk smiles before kissing his son's temple.

"Let's go see mommy." Jisung squeals happily before writhing around wanting to get down. Jeongguk puts him down before putting his hands on his sides as Jisung runs over to every member and hugging them. Jeongguk gathers his stuff along with Jisung's little school bag and his small Gucci sweater Taehyung bought him for his second birthday. Jisung begins to run to the door before Jeongguk whistles loudly.

"Yah. Jeon Jisung. Get over here and put your sweater on!" He chides his son, Jisung turns around slowly before pouting and shuffling his tiny feet over to his father.

"You don't want to get sick, do you baby?" Jeongguk asks crouching down with a groan. Jisung shakes his head making Jeongguk wrinkle his nose.

"See you tomorrow!" Jeongguk says with a wave as his son takes off running out the practice door making Jeongguk chuckle.

"Bye hyungs!" He yells before chasing his son.

Jeongguk enters the house with a sleeping Jisung in his arms. The house was quiet apart from you in the bathroom freaking out as you hold the fourth pregnancy test of today in your hands. You were pregnant and you knew Jeongguk would NOT be happy. After your pregnancy with Jisung, Jeongguk had decided that one child was enough. He almost lost both of you during your first pregnancy and he would not let that happen again. He felt blessed that you were safe and sound and so was his son. So as you hear the door of the large apartment slam your legs begin to quiver in nervousness.

Of course, it was difficult for you in your pregnancy but just knowing that Jisung would be safe made you calmer. Even if you didn't make it, you loved Jisung so much that if he was alive and well you would be fine with dying. You shove the fourth stick into the garbage before covering it with toilet paper. You hear Jeongguk's feet pad past your bedroom door as you sneak out of the bathroom and lay down in the bed. Your heart thumping loudly as adrenaline fills your veins. You wanted to cry and at the same time you wanted to laugh. You both were so careful during sex, how could this possibly happen? Now, birth control was not 100% effective but only in movies or books that you've read has it ever failed. You've never known it to fail any person you know, well, now besides you. You bite your nails as you throw the covers over yourself. Jeongguk closes Jisung's tiger striped decorated door quietly before walking over to your bedroom. He peaks in before giving you a large smile.

"My baby." He whispers happily, his voice velvet and cream as he walks towards the bed with his bunny-like smile. You give him a small smile making Jeongguk stop short. He tilts his head before sucking air in through his teeth.

"Did you have a bad day, babe?" He asks with a pout before stripping off his t-shirt and black tight sweats. You shake your head and he frowns deeply.

"Y/N." Jeongguk says cautiously before you fake a smile.

"I'm okay! Just tired! I cleaned the whole house today!" Jeongguk looks around before smirking.

"You are surely the best wife anyone could ever have." He jumps on the bed before hooking his hand under your hip and pulling you to him. You don't know how far along you are or what Jeongguk will say but now that you knew you were pregnant again, your womb felt full and that made you nervous. Did you look pregnant yet? Would Jeongguk feel a small bump? You pick at the skin on your bottom lip with your teeth as Jeongguk runs his fingers over your side.

"Jisung had a lot of fun with his uncles today and he got to come to dance practice, too." You smile at the thought of your son pretending to dance with the seven boys.

"I'm going to go wash up before bed. I have schedule tomorrow so I have to be up early." Jeongguk says before leaning in and kissing you gently. You kiss back before letting out a breath of relief as he stands up, his fingers tracing over your flat tummy without any tip off of anything different. Jeongguk is going to FREAK out, you should have the courage to tell him.

"Baby?" You ask as he starts to walk away. He stops short, his thigh muscles flexing as he turns back around.

"Hmm?" He hums confused, "When you're done washing up can we have a little chat?" You ask trying to hide your nervousness. Jeongguk smiles showing his dimple before entering the bathroom.

"Is something going on?" He calls out to you concerned as he grabs his face wash from the gold caddy on the wall next to the marble sink. You swallow before staring up at the ceiling.

"No... Well, kinda. Maybe?" You say confused. Jeongguk wrinkles his eyebrows as he stares at himself in the mirror. He turns the water on as he runs his fingers over his smooth skin.

"You know you can tell me anything, right babe?" He calls out to you. You put your hand on your flat stomach before closing your eyes. Your heart was beating quickly, the sound of it starting to fill your ears as your skin gets hotter. Jeongguk turns the water on before bending down to splash his face. His elbow hitting the face wash bottle sending it flying over the edge of the marble counter top and into the wastebasket on the side of the toilet.

“Aish.” He mumbles silently before bending down to retrieve it. “Why’s there so much toilet paper in the garbage?” He asks himself as he picks up the bottle and throwing the toilet paper into the toilet. He stares down in the garbage before backing up.

“No. No.” He mutters to himself as he kneels down on the heated floor. There were four pregnancy tests sitting in the garbage almost artistically stacked on top of each other.

“Babe?” You call to him nervously, you hear the ruffling of the garbage bag and you bolt out of bed.

Jeongguk picks the tests up with shaky hands before looking for the telltale lines. All four said pregnant. Jeongguk curses loudly before standing up, he would not almost lose you again. He couldn’t bear the weight of the world on his shoulders like that again. You were too precious to him and your son. You run into the bathroom as he clutches the tests in his hand.

“This what you want to talk about?” He asks quietly, you look at his scared cheek in the mirror as he swallows thickly. You want to cry, and run and scream but you have to be strong. You already love this baby and it wasn’t going anywhere even if you potentially could lose your life. Jeongguk throws the sticks into the trash violently before kicking the bucket over.

“Where’s your birth control? Hmm?” Jeongguk asks before rifling through your medicine cabinet. You swallow as he lets his rage out. You’ve seen Jeongguk destroy plenty of things when he’s angry, you just have to let it pass naturally. He grabs the thin piece of aluminum that holds your pills in place. His eyes narrow as he runs through all the days.

“You haven’t missed a day.” He says before throwing the birth control pills into the toilet. You bite your bottom lip as he walks past you into the master bedroom. You lean shakily on the door post as he paces across the room.

“How?” He asks putting is hands to his forehead. You open your mouth to talk but all that comes out is a squeak.

“Y/N, HOW?! HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!?” He screams at the top of his lungs, the veins in his arms bulging out as he grips at his hair. You were the love of his life and you would not be going anywhere. Your eyes widen as he yells, your bite your bottom lip harder almost to the point of drawing blood.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen, sometimes birth control doesn’t work one hundred percent of the time.” You murmur weakly making Jeongguk narrow his eyes at you.

“You didn’t mean for it? What will happen to our Jisung? Hmm? You’re going to keep it? What if you FUCKING DIE?! LIKE YOU ALMOST DIED WHEN YOU HAD OUR SON? I HAD TO WATCH YOU FUCKING ALMOST BLEED OUT ON THE DELIVERY TABLE AS HE CRIED AND CRIED.” This time your teeth sink into your lip as you taste iron in your mouth. You sniffle once before biting back a sob. You knew he would be against it but not like this. You could never have predicted this. You walk over to the bed and sit down as Jeongguk stares at you.

“Nothing? You have nothing to say?” He asks bitterly, you won’t open your mouth for fear of outwardly crying.

“Then I’ll talk. You’re my wife. I love you more than anything in this entire universe. I love my son more than anything but by no means am I willing to have an unborn life almost take your life, again. You think if you died would I have been able to love Jisung?” Your eyes snap up to Jeongguk’s as tears spill down the corners.

“Don’t you dare! Ever! Say you wouldn’t love him!” You screech standing up crying. Jeongguk looks taken aback before recovering himself.

“How could I love him if he murdered his mother? What if this baby kills you? How could I love them. WHY WOULD YOU GIVE BIRTH TO A MURDERER?!”

“STOP IT!” You scream loudly before running over to him and shoving him roughly.

“Yah!” He yells grabbing your wrists.

“Get rid of it. I don’t want it in our house! GET IT OUT!” He says pointing at your stomach.

“Get rid of that killer inside you.” You blanch at his harsh words before struggling to pull away from him.

“No.” You say simply before crossing your arms as his stance towers over you.

“No? So you would just die and leave me and Jisung by ourselves? You would be like that to your husband and son?” Jeongguk bends down to your height before taking in a breath.

“I love this baby just like I love you and our son!” You cry loudly putting your hands over your face as you trudge back towards the shared bed. Jeongguk swallows before watching you shuffle away. His heart breaking as his two year old son opens the bedroom door rubbing his eyes.

“Mommy?” Jisung whines rubbing his face. You wipe your face quickly as you sit on the bed and looking up at the bright light of the room to make yourself stop crying.

“I’m here, baby.” You say gently, your voice cracking slightly. Jeongguk’s legs get shaky as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. Jisung runs over to you with open arms and you embrace him quickly burying your face into his hair. Jeongguk sits down on the floor before replaying what he said. How the fuck could he say those things to you? How could he say he would never love his son? He begins to feel a balloon swell in his throat as his eyes burn. You were pregnant by no fault of your own and how harsh he has been towards you. He swallows as tears threaten to spill over. His knees come to his forehead as he hears you walk out of the room with your son in tow.

Jisung has finally gone back to sleep and you fear what’s to come when you step back into the bedroom. You close Jisung’s door quietly before tiptoeing down the hallway towards your room. Jeongguk’s sobs are the first thing you hear before his outward monologue of shame.

“How could you? How could you say those things to her? You stupid idiot.” He chides himself. You understand his heart, the fear he must be feeling. You would never want to be gone from this life if you could watch your Jisung grow up but while you were pregnant with him you made your peace with it. You walk back into the room before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Baby.” You call quietly to your husband. Jeongguk shakes his head childishly as he digs his head deeper into his lap.

“I’m sorry.” He cries quietly, you could almost her his bottom lip quivering as he talks.

“I’m not getting rid of this baby.” You say to him as you put your hand over your flat stomach. Jeongguk looks up before crying louder. His eyes wandering to your stomach, you had his child within you once more. He stands up before taking a deep breath and wiping his tear stained cheeks. He puts his hand on your thigh as he kneels in front of you.

“I love you. I’m just scared. I don’t think my heart could take it if something horrible happens to you again. I love you and our son. I shouldn’t have said such awful words to you.” You nod before running your fingers through his hair.

“I love you too. And, I love Jisung and this new baby.” Jeongguk swallows before putting his hand on your stomach. He clears his throat before putting his cheek to your thigh.

“You won’t lose me, it might be difficult but it was some of the happiest times I could remember. Being pregnant is a blessing, and especially since it wasn’t planned it makes it even more special. You shouldn’t have such horrible things to say about your own baby.” Jeongguk mentally smacks himself as he relives his temper tantrum.

“I’ll spend everyday thinking about how I can make up for the words I’ve said.” His long tattooed fingers caress your stomach before looking up at you. You look down at him incredulously.

“You’ve never said anything so mean to me. I hope you don’t really think those horrible things.” You say to him. Jeongguk sighs loudly before closing his eyes.

“Of course I don’t think those things. I was being horrible and nasty. I’m sorry.”

“No matter what hardships come and go, this is still your child and you have to love them like the moon loves the sun.” Jeongguk looks up at you before sniffling and wiping his face.

“I’m sorry. You’re absolutely right. I’m so sorry.” Jeongguk stands up before laying on the bed and opening his arms. You press your lips together licking at the cut inside your mouth as you inch up the bed.

“I’m such a terrible person.” Jeongguk whispers as he wraps his arms around you. He buries his face into the crook of your neck before his fingers drift over your tummy.

“We’ll just take better care of you this time around, okay? I know you won’t give the baby up and I should never have said anything so evil.” You nod with relief as he squeezes you closely to him.

“I’ve never seen you so angry.” You whisper to him, Jeongguk takes in a sharp breath as his fingers rub comforting circles into your stomach.

“It was the first time in a long time, I thought you would leave me and this life we have. I love you so much that I can’t lose you. Thinking of you in pain and being hurt makes me angry.” He mumbles quietly.

“I’m not going anywhere. We are a perfect little family, we have no reason to worry yet. For all we know Jisung was a special case and this pregnancy can go swimmingly.” Jeongguk nods into your neck making you smirk.

“I love you and Jisung and Agi.” The word baby makes you smile.

“I know you do. Me too.” Jeongguk picks his head up before smiling at you.

“I’ll be the best husband and dad forever. Forgive me, please?” You know he’s sincere, you know he didn’t really mean the things he said while he was scared. You nod before feeling Jeongguk’s soft lips on yours. You smile into the kiss before Jeongguk moves down on the bed and lifts your pajama top kissing your flat stomach.

“Daddy won’t be mean to you ever again, I’m sorry Agi.” Jeongguk presses his cheek on your stomach before pulling out his phone. His phone begins to ring throughout the room as he flicks your belly button ring. You raise an eyebrow as Jeongguk hums gently in the large room.

“What’re you doing?” You whisper to your husband as he kisses your stomach.

“Hello?” You hear Jimin call through the phone.

“JIMIN-SSI!” Jeongguk yells loudly and you smack him on the shoulder before pointing towards Jisung’s room.

“Sorry.” He whispers to you.

“Jeongguk-ssi!” Jimin screams back.

“Put the camera on.” Jeongguk says before pushing the phone away from him. Jeongguk shows the phone to you and you smile and wave at Jimin. He waves back with a large smile.

“What’re you guys doing?” Jimin asks cutely as he stretches out on his bed.

“Laying in bed, thought I’d call you and tell you something.” Jeongguk says nonchalantly as he picks his head up off you. Jimin tilts his head confused. Jeongguk points the camera at your stomach.

“What’s wrong? Y/N feels sick? Or something?” You smirk at Jimin’s cluelessness.

“No.” Jeongguk says simply, Jimin rolls his eyes, “If you called me to play a guessing game, just hang up and go to bed.”

“But, it’s really exciting news.” Jeongguk says with a pout.

“So then just tell me, idiot.” Jimin whines. “Just look, okay?” Jeongguk asks with a laugh, Jimin gives a nod as Jeongguk bends down and kisses your stomach. Jimin opens his mouth before shaking his head and widening his eyes.

“What? One more time.” Jeongguk smirks before kissing it again.

“No fucking way.” Jimin mutters to himself. Jeongguk lays next to you putting his head on your shoulder.

“So what do you think? Uncle?” Jeongguk asks with a smile. Jimin stutters before throwing his body back.

“Again? Not one? But two?” He asks happily, you nod to him and he covers his face as he starts to cry. Jeongguk sighs happily, before rubbing your stomach.

“Are you that happy?” You ask Jeongguk’s best friend. Jimin wipes at his eyes with his sleeve.

“Yes!” He cries loudly, Jeongguk lowers the volume with a chuckle trying to be courteous to his son who he already has woken up tonight. You sigh happily, as you lay back comfortably.

“Y/N needs to sleep, she’s going to come with me tomorrow.” You look at Jeongguk surprised.

He winks at you, “Congratulations. I love you guys. I’m going to give you the biggest hug tomorrow Y/N. You have no idea.” You laugh before nodding.

“I will receive it with open arms.” Jimin laughs putting his head back before clapping happily.

“Love you guys. Goodnight.” Jimin says as you say your goodbyes. Jeongguk throws his phone on the side table before taking your face between his hands and kissing you hard.

“I’m going to work with you tomorrow?” You ask as Jeongguk pulls the covers up over your bodies before shutting off the light by the bed.

“Yeah, you’re coming to work and we’re going to surprise everyone with the good news.” Jeongguk pulls you closer to him in the darkness as he closes his eyes.

“I’m going to be a daddy again. And, I’ll work harder at being the best dad I can be. Thank you for making me a dad again, I’ll treasure this forever.” He kisses the top of your head as you close your eyes. No matter what would happen in this pregnancy, Jeongguk would be by your side one hundred percent of the way. You knew this and it warms your heart to know that no matter how Jeongguk expressed his fears he would always love his family more than anything.

#jeon jeongguk #angsty #fluff #one shot #bts #bts imagine #bts request #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jeongguk x reader #jeongguk x you

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rosesgonerogue · 5 years ago

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How to be a Dad 101

Chapter Thirteen - Poison

Jasonette July Day Seventeen

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Marinette watched Jason leave, her heart shrinking. She’d been afraid that something like this would happen, but it had been so abrupt. Two-year-old twins were a lot for anyone to handle, so Marinette had to hope that it was just the process of getting used to the reality of being a father.

A hidden, hateful part of herself almost wished that she’d never found Jason again. Somehow it felt like it would’ve been easier if they’d both continued on with their separate lives, completely ignorant of the other. At least that only left Marinette with a dull ache, not this searing agony.

Jules threw down the toy he’d been playing with in the stroller and crossed his arms, still held captive by the straps of the stroller. “Where Dada go?”

“Dad has important things to do,” Marinette murmured, finally turning away from Jason’s distant figure. “But so do we! Should we go visit Grandmere and Grandpere?”

When both of the twins cheered, Marinette changed her course, walking past her house and away from Jason. There was nothing she could do about the situation now, and talking to her parents always helped something.

The bakery was as busy as ever – after she’d bought her own place, her parents had decided to hire on a few more staff members so they had more time to spend with the twins. So when Marinette pushed through the front door, it was their part-timers, Allegra and Brigette, that greeted her.

“Are my parents in?” Marinette asked once greetings were exchanged.

Brigette nodded. “They’re taking care of a special order.”

“Thanks girls,” Marinette said, maneuvering the stroller past the cash register. Sure enough, just past that was her parents. Tom was furiously frosting cupcakes while Sabine was kneading a mound of yeast dough.

Now more than ever, Marinette’s heart ached at seeing them together. They worked in perfect tandem, pausing to smile brightly at the other whenever they brushed up against the other. The scene was almost enough to bring her to tears until Jules broke the spell, yelling, “Grandpapa! Grandmama!”

Both of her parents looked up, beaming. “It’s my favorite twins! Hello!”

Mila struggled against her restraints. “Out, Maman. Out!”

“Patience,” Marinette murmured, kneeling down to unleash her children. Both immediately wiggled free, running to stand on the step stools her parents had gotten specifically so her kids could watch the baking process.

Sabine pushed the dough she’d been working with and pressed a kiss to her husband’s cheek. “Will you watch the children? Marinette and I are going to make more frosting.”

“Well, I’ve got the best help I could ask for,” Tom said with a smile and a thumbs-up.

“Mila has been a bit broody day today,” Marinette warned in a whisper before following her mother over to the massive stand-mixer.

“Is someone having another Ladybug-themed party?” Marinette asked, eyeing the copious amounts of red food coloring waiting by the mixer.

“One of the girls accidentally sold two hundred of the cupcakes for Ladybug day tomorrow. To top it off, your grandfather ordered a loaf of bread for seven o’clock tonight. You know how he insists that it has to be fresh out of the oven whenever he buys it.”

“I know well,” Marinette said, throwing the softened butter into the bowl.

“Now why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” Sabine asked.

“What makes you think something is wrong?” Marinette said completely unconvincingly.

“Marinette, I gave birth to you. I know when my daughter is worried about something.”

Taking a deep breath, Marinette closed her eyes. “I found the twins’ father. He’s here, in Paris for now.”

Sabine gasped, but thankfully it was quiet enough that Tom and the kids didn’t hear it. “How did you find him? Have you told him yet?”

“He’s one of my clients, strangely enough. I told him – he’s even met the kids. Jason seemed excited at first, but he helped me walk the kids home and out of nowhere he just… pulled away. I’ve been prepared to be a single parent this whole time, but having him back and being rejected hurts more than before.’

“You might just need to give him time. After all, a single child would be intimidating if you don’t know about it, but two is terrifying.”

“I know, Maman, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I’ve missed him for three years, and I don’t want him to disappear again.”

“Well, I’ve never met this Jason, but I don’t think he’ll just run. After hearing you speak so passionately about him and what a wonderful person he is, I can’t wait to meet him. It may take some time, but he will be a wonderful father. Just give him the benefit of the doubt. Knowing that you believe in him will go a long way.”

Marinette slowly nodded. “I think I just needed to hear it from someone else.”

“It’s a confusing situation, and there’s not really a right way to handle it,” Sabine said, patting her hand. “But I would advise you to wait a while to tell your father.”

“Oh no,” Marinette said, paling at the thought. “Maybe it would be easier to let him go back to Gotham and forget that we exist.”

Smiling, Sabine swatted at her daughter. “Don’t be so dramatic. Besides, if his biceps are as nice as I’m led to believe, I deserve to see him, at least one.”

“Maman!”

“Fosting!” Jules yelled, stomping a foot. “Grandpapa need fosting.”

“Fosting,” Mila echoed.

“It will be just a moment, patience,” Marinette said, letting the color mix in the completely before lugging the massive mixing bowl over to the rest of her family.

“Are you ready for Ladybug day, Marinette?” Tom asked, skillfully piping frosting without even looking.

“Yeah, I’ve had everything made for a while now,” Marinette said with a nod. “I only had time to make fifty costumes, so I asked for a list of the children that had been there the longest. I have them set to be delivered to the children’s hospital tomorrow morning.”

“And the kids could ask for anything at all? I bet you got some creative requests,” Tom said warmly.

“It was actually a lot of fun. I got some of the standard requests like fairy princesses, astronauts, Ladybug and Chat Noir, but there were some really fun ones like a ballerina-vet, and a garbage truck man.”

“And you’re sure you can’t take the day off and watch the parade with the kids?” Sabine asked. “Ladybug and Chat Noir are speaking, and your father and I are catering for those who get to attend the speech in person.”

“I’m sure they’ll get to see her some other time when they’re older,” Marinette said nervously. “But I have a huge number of alterations and a very short window of time thanks to the Wayne family.”

Her parents knew about the Waynes largely because it had been all over the news when Marinette had first gotten the commission. It was almost revolutionary to have a fledgling designer like herself commissioned to clothe the entirety of such a high-profile family. Marinette had been doing fine establishing her brand, but this being so public had done wonders for her international reputation. (Foreseeing this, Chloe wouldn’t have let her reject the commission if she’d wanted to.)

“The Wayne family? Isn’t that the one with all of the good-looking sons? Maybe you’ll hit it off with one of them and find yourself a nice husband,” Tom said with a wink.

“Let’s not tease Marinette too much, dear,” Sabine said, noticing that the color of her daughter’s face was rapidly changing to match the frosting they’d just made.

“What?” Tom asked, glancing between his wife and daughter.

It wasn’t much longer after that when Marinette left. She needed to feed the twins, and finish up her speech for tomorrow. It had kind of snuck up on her, honestly, and trying to wing this kind of thing never ended well.

Miraculously, it all seemed to be working out. Tikki was always a huge help with the publicity aspect of being Ladybug, and she even managed to finish a few of the alterations she needed to make to the bridesmaids’ dresses. It wasn’t until the next morning when disaster struck.

She was woken by a phone call from the twins’ babysitter. Blinking her eyes a few times, Marinette answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Marinette, I’m so sorry,” the babysitter said immediately, “but I can’t take the twins today. I just came down with food poisoning.”

That definitely managed to wake Marinette up. “What? Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, I just ate something bad,” she said, sounding every bit sick as she claimed. “But I’m in no shape to take care of the twins today. I’m really sorry, this couldn’t have happened on a worse day.”

“Don’t worry about it, you just focus on feeling better,” Marinette said absentmindedly before saying goodbye and hanging up. Her mind was already spinning with possibilities. Everyone she thought of was going to Ladybug’s speech in person – Alya and Nino, her parents, Manon, all of her classmates that were in Paris… It was impossible. And Ladybug couldn’t give the speech with twin two-year-olds strapped to her back!

Marinette paced around her bedroom, contemplating and catastrophizing the situation until Tikki flew in front of her. “There’s one person you haven’t considered.”

Almost immediately catching what the kwami was trying to say, Marinette shook her head. “Tikki, no. It’s going to completely push him away.”

“You don’t know that, Marinette. Besides, he’s our only option. It wouldn’t hurt to call.”

She wanted to argue and tell Tikki that she would find another way, any other way, but in her heart of hearts, Marinette knew that she was right. “I’ll try, but I won’t promise anything,” she said, picking up her phone.

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Note: Sorry for any typos, it’s super late and I’m exhausted. Please let me know what you think, and hopefully I’ll be catching up with the prompts soon!

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opossumanonymous · 4 years ago

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Dead Silent part 2

Warnings: blood but nothing excessive

Izuku somethings wrong here but I can't figure out what..

W̴̬͈͊̓͛h̵̛̳̲̪͓̹͆y̸̖̖̟̯͌̉͛̓͜ ̷̙̖̇̄͜d̷͍͔̭̭̊̌͠i̷̧̲̝̫͚̒͑̔d̶̦͙͆̏̆̀ṅ̷̛͇̦̈́͝'̷̘̾̎t̵̮̩̩̝͂̆͠ ̷͚͐̕ý̵͎̣̬̳̜̎̆̅ȏ̷̢̮͉̤͚̀̓͂͝u̸̺͖̍̿͂͝͝ ̷̼̟͚̇̄͛ȓ̸͕̟̉ȕ̵͔̜̺̥̮̈̊n̸̢̳̝̗̣̐̅͑̕?̷̡͈͍̊̎̍̚

Ahh well Izukus probably okay....

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"T̶̙̃h̵̖͊a̷̠̓n̵̙̏k̴͔͋ ̷̙͘y̸̧͐o̵̬̓ȕ̵͉ ̷̟̓f̸̦̈o̷̳͊r̵̦̎ ̸͉̑ĺ̴͉e̸͕̚t̴͕̿t̵̮͛ȉ̴̫ṉ̴̋g̸̞͊ ̸̪͑ŭ̸̻š̸͕ ̸̳͘i̵̠̐n̴̩̄ ̶̹̈́l̵͕͑i̶͇͝t̶̪͝t̸̹̊l̶͉̆ȇ̴͖ ̷̞̋ọ̵̍n̵̯̊e̷͔͘."

Blood poured out of his mouth, nose, and ears in thick red rivers.

He blacked out feeling himself fall before he sat up again.

His eyes wide as he frantically looked around his room.

Wait what? His room?

But he passed out at the front door he shouldn't be in his room....

He was though, the various All Might posters staring at him with the heros iconic phrase "I Am Here" printed on it proved he was in his room.

Looking down he noticed there was no blood on his pajamas not even a drop.

Touching his face there was only a little eye crust, no blood to his relief, which he wiped off.

Maybe it was all just a nightmare, a horribly realistic nightmare but just a nightmare nonetheless.

He breathed out and in trying to catch his breath again telling himself it was all just a dream.

Wiping the sweat off his brow he let out a little laugh at himself for being so dramatic.

There was no monster it was only a dream.

Knọ̷̮̻͈̰̟͓̬̪̙̞̲͈̖̞͍̹̖͔̦͎̤̄̀̇̀͌̉̀̐͐͂̀̊͐̌̐́̐͆̕̚͜c̶̢̛͚̟͙͎̻͓̩̘̩̩͙̱͖̞̖͉͔͈̟͈͙̩͍̜͙͚͐̉͆͆͗̉̏͒͘͜͠͝ͅͅk̸̢̧̡̧̛̲̬̞͈̳̬̮̳͖̫̼̦̩̣̩͍͍̲͚̗͙͚͈̔̇̍̇̋͐̌̈́͑́̚͜͝ͅ

A knock at his door nearly made him fall off his bed in shock. As his mother poked her head in, green hair a mess as she smiled at him.

"Izuku come on breakfast is ready!"

Nodding at her he watched as she left to give the teen some time to collect himself. After a minute he got up and left his room heading down the stairs as he heard his mom call for him again.

"I'm coming mo-"

He started but stopped as he looked at the pale blue haired teen sitting at the kitchen table playing with a DS.

"Mom who's that?" He asked confused, the boy now looked up his red eyes piercing as he held the DS with his pinkys up.

"What don't recognize me green bean?" The boy spoke in a raspy voice like he hadn't had water in years.

With his cracked pale skin,a mole under his lip and bluish white hair that touched his shoulders he looked like....Tenko?

B̸u̶t̶ ̸t̸h̷a̸t̶'̶s̷ ̸n̶o̸t̸ ̷p̵o̸s̵s̸i̵b̸l̶e̸ ̷T̶e̸n̵k̴o̴s̸ ̵d̷e̵a̵d̵...

"Oh Tomura sweetie you know how disoriented Izu gets in the morning."

I̶z̴u̶k̶u̶ ̶s̶a̴w̶ ̴h̵i̶m̷ ̷i̵n̸ ̶h̵i̵s̶ ̵c̵o̵f̸f̵i̴n̸ ̶a̶t̷ ̵h̸i̵s̶ ̶f̷u̶n̶e̶r̵a̴l̷ ̵h̴e̴'̶s̴ ̸d̶e̷a̸d̸.̵ ̷

Shrugging the boy continued to play his DS while scratching his neck, a nervous habit he never could quit.

̷H̸o̶w̵ ̵i̴s̸ ̸h̴e̷ ̶h̵e̸r̴e̴?̶

He looked at his mom her slim figure still cooking breakfast while she spoke to Tenko Tomura, who gave small answers mainly focused on his game.

S̷l̵i̵m̴ ̷b̶u̶t̴ ̵w̷a̷s̷n̴'̶t̵ ̴s̷h̴e̸ ̸a̶l̶w̸a̷y̷s̵ ̶c̴u̶r̸v̶y̵?̶

Still confused he walked into the kitchen and sat down, not listening to their conversation.

W̸̺͠h̵̥͌y̶̩̽ ̵͕̃d̵̅��í̶͓d̵̜͝n̶̳̈́'̷̗̌t̶̗̏ ̷̖͒t̵̺̉h̴̜́e̴̮̎ ̶̺́f̵̧̕l̴̰͐o̶͚̚o̸̪̍r̷̊͜ ̷͕̃b̵̰̎o̶̜̿a̷̗̅r̷̳̍d̸̬̽ ̶͎̍c̶̫̈́ŕ̴͜ė̴̜a̴͉̍ḳ̵̒

Soon he heard a distinct ding sound come from the microwave.

I̴̻̋t̶̹̊ ̸̱̕w̵̟͝a̷̩̒s̷͓̅ ̴͍͘b̷̺̎r̴̡̓ò̴͖k̶̗̈́e̸͕͋ń̸͓.̷̺̚ ̶̗̐I̷̡̕t̷͓̉ ̷͚̾w̷̻̄a̴̺͠s̵̮̆ ̷͓̇b̵̯̔r̵̠͘o̷̫̒k̷̂͜e̶̮̕n̵̠̐.̵̺͂ ̷̛͚Í̵̦t̶͕̚ ̵̜͑w̴͇̃a̶͕͒s̵̳͝ ̷̺͛b̶̘̂ṛ̵́o̸̯͐k̶̲̔e̸͓͋n̵̜͑.̶̤͊

"Oh your fathers coffee is done Izu can you get that for me while I finish breakfast?"

Still dazed he nodded and got up to get the coffee passing by the garbage can where an awful smell hit his nose.

Looking down in the can he saw some ramen that looked old and moldy sitting in the trash.

He would need to take out the trash later how did he let it get this bad?

W̶̲̓á̸ͅs̶͔̃n̶̼̾'̴̟̿ṯ̴͋ ̴̻̓h̴̤͊e̷̦͒ ̴̙͆c̵͓̎o̸̬͛ọ̴̇k̶̖͒î̵̗ṇ̸̎g̴͍̈ ̶̳̏t̴̃ͅh̵̦͝ä̵̘́t̷̗͗ ̸̩̈́l̶̺̒å̵͜s̴̩̕t̵̖͛ ̸̖͐n̸̮̚i̷̖͛g̵̢͝h̵̗̆ṯ̴̊ ̷̞̆w̶̙͒h̵͓̃y̶̼͆ ̷͉̓i̵̫̍š̷̰ ̴̫́ị̶̔t̸͛͜ ̸͍͐m̵̐͜ö̸̥́l̸͚̍d̵̠̀ỷ̶͎?̶͍̆

Opening the microwave he grabbed the coffee mug feeling like something was wrong. But he just can't put his finger on it.

Looking to the fridge he noticed a taped paper usually reserved for writing the grocery list, but now it just had scribbles all over it.

His ears began to ring as he focused on the only word not scribbled off.

His eyes watered as cold fear filled his body as he stood there frozen.

The only thing left unscribbled being-

"Hey little brother you okay?"

M̵̝̺̅e̵̼̫͐̈́a̸̝̿t̸̥̾̆

A hand landed on his shoulder causing Izuku to jump bringing him out of his thoughts. Looking up he saw Tomura stood next to him no longer playing his DS a concerned look on his face.

"Oh y- yeah I'm fine just a little out of it, my homework kept me up pretty late last night." Izuku said giving him a reassuring simle.

Even if he didn't belive himself hopefully Tomura wouldn't press any further.

He felt scared and he really didn't know why, man that dream must have really messed him up.

Tomura nodded before patting his back and sitting at the table again Izuku following soon after sitting next to him.

A peace settled over the kitchen as his mom layed out breakfast for everyone.

"What is that delicious smell?" A deep voice spoke from the door way of the kitchen where a tall man stood.

All the hair on Izukus body stood up something in him screaming.

R̷̟̘̜̋͑̓̌̚͝ư̴̝̈̈̔͑̎͋͒̈̆n̵̢͈̹̺͓̿

But there was no danger so why did he feel like he needed to run and hide?

He had short curly hair, red eyes like Tomura, and a strong build.

Izuku had never seem this man before just who was he?

"Hizashi there you are I was just about to call you come sit breakfast is ready!" His mom spoke cheerfully.

Ṯ̸̈h̷̤̽ã̴̲t̵̞̄ ̷͔̿w̶̺͗a̴̛̩s̶͌ͅǹ̶̻'̶̧̈́t̴̡͝ ̴̪̽ḣ̴͍i̵̛̥ŝ̴̬ ̴̘̓n̴̩̂ã̸̻m̶͕͌e̶͎͒ ̶̠̄i̵̛̙t̶̗̅ ̷̘̋ẉ̴̍a̵͈͂s̶̨̓-̶̮̓

"Looks good darling thankyou." He replied as he gave his mom a peck. Was this man a new boyfriend his mom didn't tell him about?

I̷̻͝t̷͈͠ ̶̭̎w̴͖̒a̵̔͜s̸͙͑-̶͚͌

"Oh it was nothing your welcome honey!" His mom said sitting down between Tomura and an empty seat.

Everyone but Izuku seemed familiar with this Hizashi but Izuku didn't know! He just didn't know what he was missing!

A̸̞̋l̸̻̓-̶̣̀

He walked on the creaky floor board, not a single sound coming from the weak wood of the board.

Ả̵͖l̵̳̒l̶̋͜-̵̤̅

Sitting down in the empty chair between Izuku and his mom at the table the man looked to the small boy.

Ȃ̷̹ļ̶̏l̵̗̐ ̸̣͘f̴̭͠-̸͈̈́

"Is that my coffee son?" Hizashi asked in a sweet voice.

A̵͚͊l̵͎̈́l̷̰̇ ̵̪͘f̶͍̅ó̷͔r̸͖̄-̸͉́

Looking down Izuku noticed he still held the coffee mug. That's right he was still holding his dad's coffee and this man was his dad.

A̴̖͘l̸̫͝l̷̥͒ ̶̨̈f̵͓̆ô̷̜r̸̼̽ ̴̡͝O̸̘͛-̶͙̚

Handing the mug to his dad he smiled finally remembering the man. His mom was right he really does get disoriented in the morning.

His father thanked him as Izuku looked at his breakfast for the first time.

A̵̙͑l̴̰̅l̸̙͛ ̶̪̈́f̴͉̆ó̵̰r̷͔̽ ̷̠͆O̶̝̍ṋ̶͠-̴̕͜

A bowl of white rice with a single uncooked egg while on the plate next to it sat a large peice of meat still bloody and raw.

"Eat it all son I don't want to see a single bite left on your plate."

Said his father with a too wide too toothy grin that just stretched too far to be human.

A̷̱̋l̴̖͂l̸̫͆ ̸̈͜f̸̲̄ȏ̶̹r̵̺̈́ ̸̭̂O̸͇͝n̵̙͘e̸̲̋

His mouth watered as he nodded beginning to eat the raw meat first.

""̶̞̋Ĝ̶͍o̷̎͜o̵͎͋ď̵͇ ̴̻̃b̸̟̃o̶͍͊y̶̛̠ ̸̯̆ḙ̶̃a̷̪͠t̷̘͝ ̴̨̇û̸ͅp̶͚͝.̷͜͝"̶̱̂."

The family of four ate their breakfast in front of the window where a pepper plant wilted.

Outside the sun rose into the sky over a decaying garden full of rotten tomatoes and cucumbers.

Nothing croaked or chirped that morning the air still and crisp.

Everything was silent outside the cottage only the sounds of a family feeding could be heard.

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All Mights still a pro hero with one for all but he's also hunting AFO who is not a super villain or even human.

Meanwhile First is trying to save any unfortunate souls that come in contact with his brother while trying to help all might find and kill AFO.

Some timeline stuff

• First Tomura gets his quirk late like teen years late.

• Then he dies in the fire after decaying his family on accidentbecausehe thought he was quirkless.

• Next AFO finds his soul and says welp he's mine now.

• Sees Tomura being all close with auntie Inko and lil Izu in his memories and says welp their mine now too.

• Inko decided to move to the country after finding out Izu was being bullied for being quirkless.

• They live there peacefully for a year or two before AFO pulls up.

• AFO really said perfect time to suprise adopt my new son and suprise marry my new wife.

• No body snatching here just making his new fam into what he is because he'd never truly change them.

• Just there bodies so they can never leave and memories to include him.

#bnha dad for one #the cottage chronicles #cottagecore #inko x afo #inko midoriya #all for one #midoriya hisashi #hizashi midoriya is all for one #tomura shiragaki #horror

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years ago

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Won’t You Stay (Part 9)

Summary: The reader and Ethan talk about their pasts where they learn they have more than a few things in common...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 3,600ish

Warnings: language, depression, self-doubt, past domestic abuse, mention of death

A/N: Please enjoy!

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“Hey,” said your dad half an hour later, handing you some tissues as you sniffled and sucked down your milkshake at a park nearby.

“Thanks,” you hiccuped, getting an arm around your shoulders on the bench.

“How bad was it?” he asked.

“What?” you said, wiping off your face.

“Y/N. There are things you don’t know about your mom, your birth mom, things I never wanted to tell you but you deserve the truth, not the story I made up,” he said. “I used to make up stories and lies too.”

“What are you saying?” you asked. He leaned back and stared out at the dim park, a few lights turning on.

“I didn’t love your mother. I feared her,” he said. You stared at him and he shifted around, pulling up his shirt and showing you his side. “You know that scar I got from skateboarding as a kid? She threw a glass at me.”

“She hurt you?” you asked.

“I moved to LA to run away from her,” he said, staring at the ground. “She was...awful. We were only teenagers and she was awful. I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like as adults.”

“Dad. Did she hurt you?” you asked. He sighed and closed his eyes. “You said she threw a glass. What else did she do?”

“What did Logan do?” he asked.

You sighed and sipped on your milkshake, your dad rubbing your back.

“Alright, I’ll go first. Your birth mother was controlling. She was mean. She got physical at times. And I was a kid that didn’t know what the hell to do,” he said. “Then she did something without me knowing and after I left, I found out what that was and then I heard nothing and then I got a call she was in an accident. That’s when I found out about you. Sweetie, I was never depressed because I loved her and lost her. It’s something that’s been a part of me since I was thirteen years old. I’ve always been a bit like this. The thought of you growing up with her though, alone, mortified me. I am happy that she is gone and that’s the honest truth.”

“What did she do to you?”

“...You were planned, by her,” he said. “She poked a hole in a condom.”

“Dad,” you said. “Dad...she-“

“I didn’t know. Not until it was too late,” he said. “I thought it tore. A few weeks later I was told by her that it was on purpose, right after I left. She said she got her period though and I believed her. I believed her. I never should have. Who knows what I was leaving you with? She knew exactly what she was doing though because by the time she would have had you and she came back to me, she knew I would do it, for you, and then she’d have the both of us.”

“Did you ever tell anyone?”

“Mom knows. No one else,” he said. “I’m not proud of that time in my life.”

“You were eighteen and you left. You should be proud,” you said. He smiled and gave you a hug, releasing a shaky breath.

“You left whatever was going on too. We must have done something right,” he said. You nodded and blew your nose, tossing your garbage in the nearby trash can. “Whatever happened with Logan, kiddo?”

“At home he got controlling,” you said with a swallow. “I didn’t even notice it at first. Then he started to pick out my clothes and what I could eat and he put me down and then he got rough in bed one night and I knew I had to leave before it got worse. So I broke up with him and two days later he was dating someone new already.”

“How rough?” he asked softly.

“It hurt. I kicked him and then punched him and then left,” you said. “I got a hotel room that night.”

“How do you feel now? You ever tell anyone?”

“No. The book and movie made me happy for a while,” you said. “It didn’t work all the way but I am feeling a little better lately.”

“You really like Jensen, huh,” he said, giving you a smile.

“I had a mini freak session this morning and he was so nice about it. Logan would have put me down and belittled me. Jensen made me feel safe though.”

“He’s a good kid. He didn’t have to drive me home the other night and hang out and help keep mom and you calm. But he did. Be with a boy that does stuff like that, sweetie,” he said.

“He’s kinda like a big fan of the book,” you said. “Like big fan.”

“Does that bother you?” he asked.

“No. I just...I hope he likes me because of me, not because I wrote his favorite book,” you said.

“Didn’t he ask you out before he knew who you were though?” he chuckled. “I think you got him on the hook all on your own.”

“You’re not gonna like, go murder Logan, are you?” you asked.

“Do you want me to?” he asked.

“No. I just want to forget about him,” you said.

“Then forget about him. Stop giving him control and move on with your life,” he said. “You were really good for me in that regard. Really good.”

“I’m sorry about what I said back at the house,” you said. “It wasn’t true. I wanted to be mean because I knew it’d get you to back off.”

“You were scared and trying to push. I knew that,” he said, fixing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You didn’t see your face.”

“You didn’t see yours,” he said. You nodded and took a deep breath. “Can we talk again? Be thick as thieves like the old days?”

“Yeah. Yeah,” you said with a small smile, wiping off your face with the back of your hand.

“You want to come stay back home?”

“No,” you said with a smile. “I’m a big girl. I do like having my own space. But can we do a family dinner every week or something?”

“I think that’s a good idea for all of us,” he said. “Offer is always open though.”

“I know,” you said. “I’m still sorry about earlier.”

“Apology accepted. You want to get some sundaes to bring home?” he asked.

“Yeah. I feel like the other guys are gonna be pissed at me,” you said.

“You’re a good secret keeper. They should let you slide without an explanation,” he said. “I mean, no offense but does Anthony think we’re idiots? I knew years ago he liked guys.”

“Really? I was a little surprised when he told me,” you said.

“Well, you can catch your son checking out men’s asses only so many times before you start to wonder,” he teased. You felt yourself giggle and got a boop on the nose. “That’s the sound I like to hear out of her.”

“What’d you think about Ella?”

“I think her big sister did a good job of making sure she gets treated right,” he said.

“Jensen kinda helped out during that talk,” you said.

“He’s just racking up all the brownie points, isn’t he?” he said.

“You think he’s a good actor?” you asked.

“Yeah. He’s got the potential to go big. This movie will change his life,” he said. “He certainly knows Lyle inside and out.”

“What’s a good date idea?” you asked. “I kinda ditched on one with him tonight.”

“Oh, boy talk? I missed that for sure,” he teased. “I am sure you’ll come up with something good. Why don’t we head on home and maybe mom can help us come up with something.”

“Okay. Dad...I won’t tell anyone about what you said. Ever,” you said.

“I know. I will give you the same courtesy. Come on, sweetie. I’m starving.”

“Hello, Y/N,” said Jensen with a big grin when you let him into your apartment Sunday afternoon. “Your apartment building is very fancy.”

“A doorman and security were a requirement from my parents to living alone. I had to appease them somehow,” you said.

“It smells pretty in here,” he said as you locked up behind him. He pulled out a bundle of flowers from behind his back and handed them over.

“Thank you,” you said. You set them in a glass of water, Jensen following you into your kitchen.

“Nice. It’s very cute,” he said, leaning against your counter. “So. I heard someone was going to make me the best grilled cheese and tomato soup I’ve ever had before we watched some football.”

“Not to brag or anything but I am pretty spectacular at grilled cheese,” you said.

“So humble you are,” he teased, taking a seat at the counter as you pulled out some ingredients. “How’s your dad doing?”

“Better. Everyone kind of aired their crap last night. It was good,” you said.

“Good. You seem a little more relaxed than normal,” he said.

“Wait until I’m filming again in the morning,” you said as you whipped up a light dressing to put on the bread. “Your ribs feeling better?”

“Oh, I’m fine. They were only bruised. I should be ready to do scene 12 on Friday,” he said. “I hope. I’m kinda nervous about it actually.”

“Afraid of heights?” you asked.

“No. It’s just the big stunt for the first act,” he said. “I know it’s like an ‘oh fuck’ moment in the book. It’s important to get it right.”

“Don’t worry about it, Jensen. No one knows Lyle better beside me,” you said.

“Not to go full nerd on you again-”

“Ask away, fanboy,” you teased, Jensen giving you a smirk back.

“Cute,” he said.

“Does it bother you?”

“No. I like my little nickname,” he chuckled. “I’ll have to come up with something good for you.”

“In the meantime, ask away. I like talking about this stuff with you,” you said. He hummed and watched you work on the sandwiches for a moment before you switched over to the soup.

“So how did you come up with the story? It’s a bit dark sometimes. I like that but I was always curious. Scene 12 for example. Lyle’s going to get caught, interrogated by Hale, he’ll escape and then nearly get killed by Hale when he catches up to him.”

“I think there’s two ways of focusing on that chapter. One is Hale is hellbent on revenge for his son and lets that rage take over and he nearly kills an innocent man for it after terrorizing him. The other is the way I think you see it, the way I think I lot of people see it. A man who lost his son and another young man whose family hurt him. Hale hurts, Lyle hurts. Hale shows Lyle eventual kindness after he realizes his mistake and Lyle finds a father figure, he finds someone that will protect him, not hurt him. Two lost souls and all that,” you said.

“I totally get it. I just wonder how a Hollywood girl who grew up with Ethan Y/L/N as a father comes up with a story like that,” he said.

“I had a single dad for the first ten years of my life, Jensen. I love my mom, I do, but our whole family knows that me and dad, that’s something special. He was my father and my mother back then. He didn’t know what he was doing. We figured it out together,” you said. “Plus I like the flawed hero story. Everyone does.”

“True,” he said. “Those are always more interesting.”

“Is that the kind of role you like to play? If you had your choice I mean,” you said.

“Yeah. I’d play a good or bad guy. I don’t have a preference,” he said. “Happy to have a steady job right now mostly.”

“I know you guys get a pretty good paycheck,” you said, stirring the pot a few times.

“I heard a rumor that I wasn’t supposed to get as good a paycheck as I got. Apparently our director pushed for me,” he said. “I suppose I have you to thank for that.”

“I feel like you should be compensated for your work,” you said, shrugging as you covered the pot. “It’s a lot of pressure and this is going to be a multi movie thing someday.”

“My agent told me this movie will change my career. I’ll get to pick my next project instead of scraping for it,” he said.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you asked.

“It is. It’s going to be hard to top working on The Dark Woods is all,” he said.

“Oh yeah because this working experience is so awesome I bet,” you laughed.

“Actually, yeah, it is. I have never met a director like you. Even when shit goes wrong, I’ve never once seen you yell at someone, even when they probably deserve it. You’re kind and prioritize cast and crew over a schedule and money. People notice that, Y/N,” he said.

“It’s how people should act,” you said, shaking your head. “Alright. How do you like your grilled cheese? Barely crispy or extra crunchy?”

“Somewhere in the middle,” he said. “Need help with anything?”

“Nope. Just grab yourself something to drink from the fridge and this will be done in a jiffy,” you said. Jensen hummed and took a bottle of water out for you and himself, carrying them over to where you had set your table.

Ten minutes later Jensen was moaning around the grilled cheese, giving you a thumbs up.

“Okay. You are allowed to brag about your grilled cheese skills anytime,” he said. “I haven’t had a home cooked meal in forever.”

“You don’t cook?” you asked. “I’m not great but slowly trying to learn. Instant pot is a girl’s best friend.”

“Well I mean, no one’s cooked for me besides my parents or your parents in like a year,” he said. “It’s kinda nice. I will be sure to return the favor soon.”

“Might have to wait until the weekend. It’s going to be crazy busy this week,” you said.

“Eh, it’ll be fine,” he said, dipping his sandwich in his soup. “Mmm, so good.”

When you were finished eating, Jensen helped you clean up before you sent him into your family room to settle in for the game. He wandered over to your bookcases on either side, scanning the rows while you turned the TV on.

“I didn’t know you had other books,” he said, looking back with a smile. You quickly hopped up and saw him pull out one. “This is not a Lyle Sullivan book.”

“No, it isn’t. I’ve written a lot, since I was a teenager. I uh, only the one is published right now, the other two on the way,” you said. “This other stuff is crap. Only my parents and siblings have read it really. Also Logan but he said they were bad.”

“Logan is an idiot, full offense intended,” he said with a smirk, flipping through one. “I finished The Dark Night yesterday which holy crap by the way. It was amazing and I have so many questions.”

“You liked it?” you said, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“It was so good. Lyle’s like a full on badass but he still fucks shit up and he and Molly are like living together and they’re so cute and she’s actually like learning from Hale how to be a badass too so she’s safe and Hale’s like his actual dad and Lyle called him dad and I was like fucking finally but-”

“Okay,” you laughed. “I see you liked it.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I did. Since I’ve read the Lyle prequel before too would you mind if I read one of these? I get bored in my trailer sometimes.”

“Sure,” you said.

“Any you recommend?” he asked.

“Oh they’re all horrible,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I see. I guess I’ll just have to read all of them,” he said with a smile. “I’ll start with this one. Oak Street. I wonder what it’s about.”

“Jensen,” you said as he pulled out the first one. “I’m really not a good writer.”

“We have very different opinions on that,” he said. He hummed and he sat down on the couch and set the book on the end table to take home later. You rolled your eyes and sat down next to him, Jensen putting an arm around your shoulders. “This okay?”

“Mhm,” you said, leaning against his shoulder as you turned your attention to the TV. You shut your eyes, the game drowning out in the background.

“Y/N, wake up,” said Jensen. Your eyes flashed open and you shot up, both his hands on your arms. You looked around, still on the couch with the football game going on. “Hey. It’s alright. You were having a nightmare. You were taking a nap on me.”

“Sorry,” you said, rubbing your eyes.

“S’okay. I’m pretty tired on the weekends. I can’t imagine how exhausted you must be,” he said, sliding a hand up to your cheek. “Bad dream?”

You nodded and looked away, Jensen turning your cheek back towards him.

“I get bad dreams too,” he said. He smiled and returned it, dropping his hand away.

“People aren’t sweet like you, you know.”

“They are. You just haven’t been around too many quality people lately it seems,” he said.

“I can’t really disagree with that,” you said.

“Your friends aren’t sweet?” he asked.

“Are yours?”

“I ditched the bad ones. The ones I got left, some are guy guys, they don’t talk about the serious stuff but they’re good. The other guys...yeah, we talk about feelings and shit. One of my best friends we talk everyday about that stuff,” he said. “We have a tag up. We just check in, make sure the other is okay.”

“Like I said. You’re sweet,” you said.

“Like I said. You should hang around with some better people,” he said. You nodded and sat back, tucking into his side. “Not a lot of friends?”

“Never had a lot. But then when I broke up with my ex, all my friends stopped talking to me and kept hanging out with him,” you said. “Always was kind of hard, growing up the way I did, knowing if people liked me.”

“Well I know someone that likes you very much,” he said, smirking at you.

“I wonder who that is,” you said.

“He’s quite adorable,” he said. “Very handsome.”

“Lucky me,” you laughed. “Sounds very humble.”

“For sure,” he said. You glanced up at him, Jensen rubbing your arm. “If you’re up for it, want to go do something fun?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Your hair is a hot mess,” teased Jensen three hours later. He tried to fix it back in place but you quickly felt his baseball cap on your head, ponytail pulled through the opening. “All better.”

“I cannot believe you took us to Disneyland,” you said, looking back at the rollercoaster you’d just gotten off of. “I haven’t been here in years!”

“Best part is we can totally drink now,” he said. “Want to hit a few more rides first before we get a snack?”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” you said. You got bumped as you walked, Jensen grabbing your hand and pulling you around to his other side. He didn’t let go once you’d made it past a crowd of people and you gave it a squeeze. “Hey, Ackles.”

“Y/L/N,” he said as you headed for another coaster.

“Thanks for saving my ass that night we met,” you said.

“I’m sure you would have handled it on your own,” he said. “I got your back from now on though if that’s cool.”

“I’m okay with that, Ackles,” you said.

“Good. You watch mine and maybe it’ll all work out,” he said.

“Maybe it will,” you said. He hummed and leaned over to kiss you, smiling when you blushed. “Don’t say a word, fanboy.”

“Mhm,” he said, a smug little look on his face. “Alright, let’s try another one of these coasters out.”

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A/N: Read Part 10 here!

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but what if we were pure gold all along? jj maybank (chapter 1)

Summary: After the assumed death of their best friend, the Pogues are falling apart at the seams. With Pope and Kiara getting closer and JJ left with nowhere to go, he finds himself left to his own devices. Feeling lost and rejected, his luck seems to turn when he meets Scarlett - a Kook who doesn’t treat him like shit and has an affinity for partying. JJ gets sucked into her world as she promises to help him forget.

How much longer can he keep running from his demons? And what happens when he starts sharing a bed with one?

Warnings: depictions of violence, child abuse, angst, sexual content, drug use, underage drinking.

Author’s note: Hi all, this is my multi-chapter fic I’ve been working on. My oneshots & Rafe series have taken off so I thought it was time to share this one too. Let me know what you think!

Word count: 1.7K

READ THE PROLOGUE HERE

the one where pogue promises are bullshit

“You mean she can’t hang out with us at all?” JJ asks Pope over cereal late the next morning. It feels almost insulting to John B to be doing something so irritatingly normal but hey, a boy’s gotta eat and he sure as shit won’t be getting breakfast at home.

“Nope. Parents got her on lockdown,” Pope answers solemnly. “They freaked out after the whole running from the cops thing. Not to mention, they’re not keen on Kie ending up like…” Pope trails off as JJ looks up at him sharply.

“They could still be alive man. We don’t know.”

JJ’s sure Pope looks at him with pity as he replies, “Maybe. But I mean, JJ, the Phantom in that storm…Shoupe said it himself, they took an open boat into a tropical depression. I just don’t see how they could still be a-alive.” Pope chokes on the word alive as if it were poison and he sucks in a deep breath as tears fall down his cheeks and JJ can’t take it anymore. He pushes back his chair, the metal legs scraping against the floorboards as JJ rises from the table abruptly.

“I’m going out,” he says as he feels the walls closing in and he just needs to get outside before its too overwhelming and goddamnit he’s sick of crying, will it stop sometime soon?

“JJ-“ Pope starts to rise from his chair but JJ waves a hand at him to sit back down, not looking directly at Pope in case, God forbid, he sees just how broken JJ feels.

“Nah man, it’s fine. I just need some weed. I’ll see you later.”

And with that, JJ makes his way out the front door alone, his feet heavy and his heart heavier still.

JJ’s been staying at Pope’s house for a week now and he can’t help but think he’s the only one struggling. He still hasn’t seen or spoken to Kie who, according to Pope, is still on strict lockdown, and Pope has thrown himself into studying and finding loopholes for other scholarships that would let him interview. This leaves JJ with not much to do but wander aimlessly, not going too far just in case his dad decides to come looking for him.

Pope joins him on the back porch one night where, despite strict orders from Heyward to not get up to any mischief in his house, JJ is surreptitiously pulling on a joint, the smoke curling outwards into the un-seasonally cool evening.

“Mind if I take a hit?”

Lost in his thoughts, JJ jumps at the unexpected interruption. “Shit man, you scared me. Sorry, I know your dad said not to get up to anything but I just feel like garbage and –“

“Nah, I know. I get it. Pass it here,” Pope replies, sitting down next to JJ on the worn steps. JJ passes him the blunt, the corner of his eyes crinkling in a rare smile.

“Coming back to the dark side, are you?” After Pope’s outburst around the time John B and Sarah went missing, he vowed not to get like that again.

Pope coughed as he blew out the smoke. “Ha, no. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

JJ takes the used stub and crushes it under his boot. “Uh oh. That’s never good.”

“It’s fine. More than fine. They’re letting me interview for the scholarship position again.”

“You’re kidding. Bro, that’s awesome,” JJ replies sincerely, clapping his calloused hand on Pope’s shoulder. “I mean it. Good for you. How did you manage to convince them?’

Pope smiles at him. “I told them about John B and Sarah. They figured two friends going missing at sea counted as ‘extenuating circumstances’.”

“Extenuating?”

“Means they agree it was fucked up and they’re letting me off the hook.”

“Hmm. Well, that’s great man.” JJ smiles. “Why did you want to talk to me about it this way?”

Pope sighs. “I’m just preparing you. I’m gonna be pretty busy trying to figure out how to answer their questions. I wanted you to know now so you don’t think I’m trying to ditch you.”

JJ nods solemnly. “I appreciate it. Thanks.”

Pope stares at him for a moment. “Do you think your dad is gonna come looking for you?”

“I don’t think he’ll try anything with your dad around.” JJ scoffs. “I’m pretty sure he was always scared of him.”

Pope nods and before he gets a chance to reply, his phone lights up with a new text and he steals a glance. JJ is sure he looks happy about whatever it was.

“Hey, I gotta head out and pick my dad up. Are you good here?”

“Yeah man, I’ll see you later.”

Pope claps him on the back as he bounds down the steps and in the darkness, leaving JJ alone to battle with his conflicting emotions.

On one hand, he’s overjoyed at the prospect of at least one of them having a decent future, considering his was pretty shot to bits and he had no idea what Kie was thinking, but on the other hand…on the other hand, JJ couldn’t help but feel jealous and a little hurt that Pope had something else to focus on other than the fact that one of his best friends was dead.

JJ remains sitting outside for longer than he realises, contemplating rolling another joint to keep him company and scuffing his boot in the dirt, willing himself to stop feeling so fucking emotional all the time.

After a while, JJ is brought out of his own head a second time as the sound of the front door closing causes him to jerk his head up.

JJ stands and makes his way through the back door, stopping abruptly when he realises he can hear Pope’s parents voices, but not Pope himself.

JJ gets the sinking feeling that Pope was lying to him, and he edges forward to make out what the hushed voices were arguing about.

“….and the longer he’s here, the more danger we’re putting our son in.”

“What do you suggest we do then? You know we can’t let him go back home. That boat was his father’s and I know what Luke is capable of. I’m worried for the boy.”

“He can’t stay here…”

“Last time I checked, Luke was scared shitless of me and-“

“You’re not 30 anymore baby, and he’s unpredictable - he could have a gun. JJ needs to leave, go into foster care or something, but he’s not staying here whilst we risk our family.”

A loud, resigned sigh. “Fine, I’ll talk to the boy.”

JJ’s heart races and he breathes heavily, nostrils flared and hands curled into fists. He turns slowly towards the back door, opening it quietly, praying that Pope’s parents don’t hear him leaving, their words echoing in his ears.

“…the longer he’s here, the more danger we’re putting our son in.”

“He can’t stay here…”

“…he needs to leave…”

JJ kicks the wheelbarrow as he crosses the yard, out of anger or fear he’s not quite sure, and ignores the searing pain in his foot. He was used to feeling like a burden, so why did this hurt so much? He wanted to be angry at Pope’s family, and he figured he was a little bit, but he also understood. He wouldn’t want to put Pope in any more danger than he already had.

JJ rounds the corner and runs straight into Pope, who has the decency to look a bit ashamed of himself. JJ can’t help himself as he narrows his eyes.

“Picking your dad up, huh? What were you really up to?”

Pope opens his mouth to stammer out a response but before he can come up with another excuse, JJ notices something in the glow of the street light.

JJ curses and moves Pope’s collar to reveal a dark purple bruise. Pope’s eyes widen as he steps back, faltering under JJ’s cool gaze.

“Is that a hickey?” JJ manages to ask through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching. “Have you been sneaking off to see Kiara?” JJ’s angry, sure, but he’s also hurt because why doesn’t Kiara want to see him and why is Pope lying to him and why does nobody want him?

Pope clears his throat. “I’m sorry man, we’ve just started going out and she needs me and-“

“You’re going out now?”

“I mean yeah, she did kiss me and everything and it just kind of escalated from there-“

“And what about ‘she needs me?’ What about me, bro? What happened to us Pogues sticking together?”

“JJ, I’m sorry man, Kie’s parents don’t want her seeing you and I don’t want her getting into any more trouble-“

JJ interrupts again as he shoves Pope away from him, his blue eyes icy as he struggles to contain his anger. “Yeah man, whatever, I get it.”

JJ stalks past Pope, muttering “unbelievable” under his breath and heading straight for his bike.

“JJ, please,” Pope starts but JJ holds up a hand to silence him, as he hops on his bike and speeds away without looking back.

Pogues don’t leave each other behind, huh? Bullshit, he thinks as he speeds away.

JJ finds his way to The Chateau without even thinking, almost as if muscle memory brought him here. He stops his bike out front and heads inside, smiling tersely at the fondness he feels for the place. When his own home wasn’t safe enough, which was often, he felt most at home here with his friends, stealing food from John B and crashing on the futon after keggers.

His throat burns at the thought of John B, at the thought of the Pogues, at the thought of the fact that Pope’s been screwing Kiara and lying to him about it and why the hell is that their priority right now?

JJ walks slowly down the hallway, noticing how the place has been completely trashed and stripped bare thanks to those square groupers and now the cops. God, all of that seems like centuries ago. How did they manage to end up here?

JJ barely makes it to the back of the house before a familiar voice makes him stop in his tracks and his blood run cold.

“Boy, if you’re in here I swear to God I’m going to kill you!”

JJ gulps.

Looks like dad came looking for me after all.

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