#but yeah i love blackbird for her

[hanemiso]

a/n: okay @wontonjaegerchan and i were talking last night and i just HAD to write these. I HOPE YOU'RE READY BECAUSE ITS ABOUT TO GET DOMESTIC UP IN HERE

characters: chuuya, dazai, akutagawa, atsushi, and ranpo

bsd characters as dads!

MY FAV IS FIRST

okay first off good luck if you also have blue eyes (like me rip) because your child is bound to look exactly like him if they do

your child will either look exactly like him or exactly like you there is no in between

but if not then good for you!! your children will be fckin adorable

if dazai sees chuuya and his mini-me he'll instantly be shocked in dazai fashion ofc

"*GASP* chuuya, they're exactly like you! same height and everything!"

it's unfortunate the child is present, or dazai would be flying into a building

anyway

i feel like chuuya would have a daughter

he'd never imagined that he'd be a dad because of the life he lives, but here she was, grasping his finger with her tiny hand

she's the most precious thing in his life, her soft smile and her blue eyes crinkling made it ever so apparent to him

chuuya would 100% be the dad who sings lullabies to his children

"blackbird" and "golden slumbers" by the beatles are fan favorites

chuuya would also use his ability to help his child open jars or carry heavy things to make them think they're strong

"look daddy i can carry the groceries!"

"you're so strong, little one!"

"almost as strong as you, daddy!"

"you're damn right-"

"CHUUYA NO SWEARING IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN!"

your child would think chuuya is the strongest and look up to him so much omg and that would melt his heart

he also spoils your child so much LMAO

god he'd be so protective over his kid

in conclusion, chuuya please have my babies

tbh no one thought dazai would end up having a child, not even dazai

none of it felt real to him until he held your child for the first time

my brain says he'd have a baby boy

but when he first held his baby boy and saw those chocolate brown eyes staring back at him, he had decided in his mind right then and there he would stop his suicide attempts

his complete guide to suicide would go on the shelf

most nights since his child had been brought home from the hospital, he'd sneak in their room and just hold them

so much love in his eyes as he twirled the (h/c) locks around his finger and whispered to them

"you're my sole reason for living, little one."

he'd try to sneak back into bed with you but realize you're awake, and just hold you so close and confess to you

"i never knew of a purpose in life. i didn't find any merit in living, and dying seemed so much more beautiful...until our child was born. and now i realize why i live. thank you for giving me a reason to live."

uhm yeah so you're in tears I AM TOO

dazai has a very soft side for his child

he might smother them....a bit

but seeing how your child cuddles into him when they fall asleep just makes you melt

the first time your child met chuuya, chuuya was beyond surprised dazai was capable of caring for children

but ofc bc it's dazai

"oh chuuya, look at that! my child is almost your size!"

chuuya hopes your child has your personality (a second dazai would be too much for him)

the agency is also surprised he has a child

your child bugs the shit out of kunikida omg and dazai eggs them on

dazai does everything he can to make sure his child doesn't get mixed up with his past, he protects both you and your child with all he has

in conclusion, dazai is surprisingly a good dad (though he definitely has his moments)

MY 2ND FAV YAY

okay so akutagawa...

he's trying okay

he's doing his best

look, he never thought he'd have a child (im sensing a theme here)

but now that he does have one, his life mission is to protect his child

BUT HE'S LEARNING

he didn't know the baby can't support the weight of it's head by itself, but once he learned that omg-

he saw atsushi while he was out with his newborn and instantly shielded them from him

"DON'T TOUCH THEM YOU'LL INJURE THEIR BRAIN"

he has the right idea-

honestly i could see him having a boy or girl, either one

he's so particular with what food his child eats and only buys the best baby food

he's very attentive during the night too when your child begins to cry (but that doesn't mean he's the best at making the crying stop)

gin is sooo protective over your child omg

she has two sides, her doting side and her cold-blooded side

you're so lucky you have the akutagawa siblings fretting over you and your child im jealous

BUT LIKE I SAID HE'S LEARNING

so when he was putting your child to sleep and they expressed their fear of the dark he just monotonously said

"there's nothing to be afraid of. goodnight." *clicks off lights*

ofc that didn't do shit LMAO your child was still scared and you had to calm their nerves

but he's really trying and would do anything for your child

in conclusion, akutagawa will be a good dad with you by his side

THE BEST DAD ASIDE FROM CHUUYA

such softness omg

he definitely cried the first time he held your child

he was amazed by the fact he was able to help make something so beautiful and perfect

he thanked every star in the universe that all of his life decisions had led to this moment

your child definitely has his eyes, sorry i don't make the rules

he's so careful with your child omg he baby-proofed the entire house like a month before the baby was born

HE WAS EXCITED OKAY

it's like he's a natural with babies bro

he's so attentive to everything and gets them to stop crying in record time

he'll also sit by the crib and watch them sleep, still in disbelief that someone so precious could exist--aside from you, of course

speaking of, he reminds you every day that he loves you and how grateful he is that you were able to gift him with such a bundle of joy

again, i could see him having either a boy or girl

when your child told you they were afraid of the dark and monsters, you reassured them by telling them (unknowing to atsushi) that their dad fought off the monsters with his tiger during the night

the next morning your child ran to atsushi and gave him a big hug and exclaimed

"thanks daddy for always fighting off the monsters! please give your tiger treats for being good!"

atsushi sobbed so much

yeah, atsushi is your child's hero and every time he thinks about it he tears up

what can i say...

your child is SPOILED

they also have the biggest sweet tooth just like their dad

it's because of him

he either sneaks treats for his child or from his child

most likely the latter ngl

"as easy as stealing candy from a baby"

"ranpo istg-"

cue your child's incessant crying

but don't worry, ranpo is surprisingly good at putting your child to sleep and getting them to stop crying

most of the time you'll find him napping with your child, him either sleeping next to them or with them in his lap

he's also quick to figure out what's wrong with your child

i can see him having a little girl that's as smart as he is

at a very very young age, he had begun reading her poe's stories before she fell asleep

which wasn't the best idea...

one night he had read her the tell tale heart and you awoke to a ruckus in her room, only come to find she's trying to lift the floorboards to check for a beating heart

yeah you were pretty pissed about that because the way he reasoned with her was

"do not worry little one, if you don't hear a heart beat or smell rotting meat, then there's nothing to worry about!"

obviously that didn't help much but that didn't stop him from reading her poe's stories, but he instead switched from horror to mystery

poe was honored when he found out about this, but he was also a bit scared of you because ranpo had told him about the whole heart thing...

but ranpo absolutely adores your little child and their sweet tooth

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[dee-at-the-last-drop]

Arcane Characters and their musical history + music taste

is this in the canon universe or an au? idk. maybe a bit of both <3

this is my first hc post, so have mercy on me! i have no idea if i’m formatting this correctly. this feels like a thought dump. you can also tell that i was an orchestra kid middle-high school and that i’m extremely partial to jazz :P

Caitlyn

• definitely had the classic piano + violin upbringing combo

• teen Caitlyn going ham at the violin? yeah. she was definitely first chair and everything

• her musical history is partly why Caitlyn’s posture is impeccable

• but truth be told…. our favorite enforcer has an affinity to the bass guitar

• which is HOT. (especially to a certain pink-haired someone)

• can sight read complicated bass lines and practices up in her room a lot, the amp blasting

• isn’t picky with her music taste but is nostalgic for pieces she learned growing up and a bit of jazz

• if she’s feeling particularly pine-y over a certain pinkette she’d pull out the yearning indie pop i’d feel

• i want to say she went through the dodie in her primary years -> hozier in her secondary years-adulthood pipeline but maybe that’s me projecting a little LMAOO

Jinx

• learns music very easily, could play any instrument she wanted to tbh

• but is surprisingly kin to the piano and violin, and silco has her playing music in The Last Drop occasionally

• i love the idea of Jinx practicing piano, brows knitted in concentration, and Silco watching her from the door frame practice and master a piece like the dad he is (definitely brags to Sevika about Jinx’s musicality afterwards)

• Jinx memorizing children’s tunes to annoy Sevika (and maybe heal her inner child a little) and all of Silco’s favorites to make him proud (though he always is, regardless)

• is so. SO good at her bowing and picking (in relation to the violin). it might sound chaotic at times but Jinx’s pizzicato + staccato are always so clean

• in terms of general music taste, i see Jinx as a hyperpop girl but i‘m interested to see what other people think

• also indulges in very dramatic classical music- both listening AND playing, i know Jinx puts all of her emotion into the music she plays

• p!atd/fob/tøp phase HAD to have happened at some point

Ekko

• local percussionist icon… everyone knows that Ekko knows how to make a good beat

• he’d tinker around and create his own instruments- better with every invention

• it’s giving rubber band guitar kid but 10x better

• got into drumming as a teenager and spray painted some cool (and slightly angsty) patterns onto his drum set

• also can definitely dance… not as related but…

• can play the viola as well and he played duets with jinx/powder growing up on the streets

• always thought that jinx was so impressive with her playing skills n he definitely tried to impress her with his own music

• this boy could/can VIBRATO!!! and he definitely smiles when he’s really into the music he’s playing too- you can see the joy written across his face

• he doesn’t play viola much anymore as an adult, not unless some of the Zaun children convince him to perform and play for them

• Ekko totally bonded with Jinx and their love for hyperpop when they were younger

• i feel like he’d generally listen to a lot of hype workout music, hip hop, and punk rock/alt rock

Vi

• Vi never really had the chance to play any music, nor did she really have an interest in playing growing up

• but I’m thinking of her finding Vander’s old guitar in a storage room one day and being determined to play it

• she’s embarrassed to ask Vander for help and it definitely takes a bit of time but Vi eventually masters Blackbird (by the Beatles) with Vander teaching her

• Vi is amazed that her hands could create sounds so lovely, and falls in love with the guitar- although she never really gets to learn many songs before she’s sent to prison

• But with the help of Caitlyn, Vi is able to start practicing again (she only remembers Blackbird, thinks it’s a bit embarrassing) ((Caitlyn thinks it’s cute))

• onto music taste: this girl is mainly all workout music i’m sorry…. but there’s probably a bunch of alt pop like chase atlantic and the neighborhood. also- doja cat.

• can I say she still listens to the Beatles sometimes because it reminds her of Vander and her old family <3 (idk why my brain is INSISTENT on it being the Beatles but)

• thinks that boy bands are the funniest thing ever. secretly jams out to a couple of their many of their love songs due to a certain Kiramann. accidentally becomes a 1D stan because of it

Mel

• was drawn to the cello from the very first time she watched an orchestral performance

• definitely vented out her emotions through playing music as a teen

• understands music theory really well and can play any tempo you give her

• would bring a small spray bottle for her rock stop (this is SO niche i’m so sorry i’m a cello player)

• first cello. top of the orchestra hierarchy in class

• Mel rarely has time to play anymore, but she gets extremely nostalgic listening to the cello and still uses it as a form of escapism when extremely stres.

• her music taste is. the Jazz in the Background playlist on spotify

• secret lover of ariana grande, taylor swift, and katy perry

• jayce walks into Mel humming California Girls once and almost loses his shit before remembering she’d murder him if he laughed outright at her

Viktor

• always wished he could be in an orchestra but never did

• studied music theory !!!!! and adored a violin that Heimerdinger gifted him when he entered the academy

• I also feel like Viktor has piano hands and definitely knows his way around one

• composes most of the music he plays but also loves indulging himself in improv

• music is a very personal thing for Viktor so he rarely performs/shares his music with others

• Viktor can SING. but you’d never know and he’s never tell you.

• his passion for music is second only to his passion for science and innovation

• Viktor also seems like a jazz listener to me…. and mitski. and other Sad Gay™ music

• creature w/ orchestra by half•alive is the most viktor song on the planet. go listen to it rn

Jayce

• trumpet kid (god i don’t know anything about band or band kids but)

• if he was in orchestra, he’d be THAT violin (derogatory)

• despite his big head, Jayce really is quite talented at the instruments he hones his skills on

• would be a very enthusiastic section leader

• front of the marching band, framed all of his band photos from “the glory days”

• Paramore boy. Ricky Montgomery. Imagine Dragons. very random music taste. closeted Lil Nas X fan (only Viktor and Mel know)

• I have a song for him as well. Vienna by Billy Joel <3

[godlygreta]

i never stopped loving you | j. kiszka

title | i never stopped loving you

summary | jake and y/n have known each other since grade school, they’ve been neighbors forever. a bit of romance ensues, but ends fairly quickly when complications arise while the boys are touring. a trip home from college ends in a slightly drunk confession.

warnings | some mature themes (bit of sex, but not explicitly), swearing, slight angst

word count | 2.5k+

author’s note | hi! this is the first thing i’ve written for any of the boys, so i hope you enjoy. i’ve written for other bands before, so writing isn’t new to me, but writing for greta is.

“I never stopped loving you.”

It slipped out. It didn’t mean to come out. Jake didn’t necessarily want it to come out. They say drunk words are sober thoughts, right? At the same time, who trusts the words of a drunk person? Usually it’s just brushed off as babbling, but Y/N couldn’t ignore what Jake said. Especially because she couldn’t blame it on not hearing him. There was no music playing outside the bar. The music was faint enough that anything Jake had said was heard.

High school was rough for Y/N with hormones mixed in with academics, horny teenage boys at every turn. Y/N wasn’t even interested in dating, not due to the fact that nobody was necessarily interested in her, but because she was too focused on her studies to even give a damn. School dances were a nice break from academics. There was a shift, though, when one boy in particular would start to really pay attention to her.

Jake Kiszka was charismatic in every sense of the word. Him and his twin brother, Josh, were always the two sweetest, yet most famous troublemakers in all of Frankenmuth High School. It got even worse when their younger brother, Sam, ended up in high school with them as a freshman. Jake had girls wrapped around his finger from the moment he had gotten a haircut. His hair was a lot shorter than before and barely even touched his forehead. Y/N didn’t really give a damn. To her, he was still Jake Kiszka, neighbor.

Their parents were friends and always hungout on the weekends. Y/N’s family had a cabin on the lake which they always vacationed at and occasionally would bring Jake’s family with. One particular summer, they stayed there for a week between the summer of sophomore and junior year. The summer’s were always hot, but this week in particular was hotter than the other summer’s before. “It feels like the Devil’s asshole out here.”

“I know, Mary, but that’s the exact reason we chose to come here this week. The kids can swim in the lake, it’s a lot cooler in the water than on the grass.” Y/N’s dad spoke, returning the conversation from her mother. He gave her a quick kiss on the side of the head and returned to unpacking the car. Y/N and the boys had already gone into the house and picked their rooms. The boys shared one, and Y/N got one of the spare bedrooms. 

Dinner was made as soon as everyone was settled in. Everyone sat around the dining table, laughing and eating as they did almost every weekend. “You excited for Junior year, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m sort of nervous about taking the SAT and ACT. I’ve been studying when I’m not working at the shop.” She picked at some asparagus on her plate as she answered Mrs. Kiszka’s  question. Jake and Josh weren’t entirely ecstatic about it, it didn’t really matter to either of them. Music was their passion and that was never going to change.

Smores after dinner was a tradition that started when they were all really little, barely old enough to eat them. The fire was lit by Mr. Kiszka and Mr. Y/L/N. Jake, Sam and Josh had always played music while the rest of them made their smores. Y/N always made extras for the boys for when they were done playing music. Whenever they had no idea what to play, Y/N always knew the answer. Running out of songs to play, though, was a rarity in itself. The Kiszka’s knew so much about their sound, nothing was in their way of playing songs that fit it. However, every once in a blue moon they would ask their friend what she would like to hear. “C’mon now. You should know I’m a sucker for The Beatles.”

Y/N could recognize the sound of Blackbird the second it started playing. She had only listened to it eight million times that summer. She hummed lightly along as they played. Everyone clapped as soon as their song was over, the boys immediately delving into their smores. Y/N had finally taken a seat next to Josh when she was finished making their smores for them. Once their parents had gone inside, though, Y/N and the twins dipped into their parents' cooler of beer.

Neither of the sets of parents cared, they knew their kids would be safe and unharmed if they drank at the cabin. Jokes were told and stories of the past school year were discussed, as well as the future. A topic so vast for high schoolers. “I still can’t decide between a lawyer and an art teacher.”

“You’ve always been great at arguing,” Josh joked, “Practically got fuckin’ Lindsey McNeil out of that suspension.”

“It wasn’t fair. All she did was stand up for herself and what she believed in, plus that teacher is fucking creepy and everyone knows it.” Everybody laughed, the beer in everyone’s hands was getting a little warmer with every minute that passed by. Everyone filtered out one by one. Sam went in first, followed by Ronnie (she was slightly upset about coming, having made other plans with friends for the hot weather), and then Josh followed, leaving behind Jake and Y/N.

“Did you want to go inside yet or stay out here for a bit longer?” The silence beforehand hadn’t been awkward for the pair. “Cause I was thinking of going swimming for a bit.”

“I’ll join you, we haven’t swam yet today.”

The sand leading into the lake was met with a bit of rocks. It was picturesque under the moonlight. The pair discarded their clothing, leaving their underwear and got into the water. The coolness of the water sent goosebumps along her skin, leaving no piece without some. Jake followed in behind her, coming up next to her before completely dipping under the water. He popped back up and shook his head.

“You know,” Y/N started, “I think you’d look really good with longer hair.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. You should grow it out.” She swiped his hair out of the way and giggled a bit. “You’ll still never be prettier than I am.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, darling.”

The rest of the summer followed with light flirting and spending lots of time together. Junior year came around and nothing changed a bit. Prom was spent with the Kiszka family, Josh driving the three of you, as well as Josh’s date. The dance was lame, the songs were overplayed pop music, which Y/N secretly had a bit of a soft spot for. She would never tell that to Jake, though.

The pair ended up back at Y/N’s house, giggling all the way up to her room. He went into the bathroom to take his suit off, using one of Y/N’s hangers to make sure it wouldn’t wrinkle. However, Y/N was still having issues. She couldn’t manage to undo the zipper by herself, waiting for Jake to come back into the room to do it for her. He came back in, saw her still in her dress. “Need my help?”

“My zipper -- I can’t reach it.”

“I can do it,” he whispered, knowing Y/N’s parents were asleep. His hands were warm against her back, undoing her zipper slowly. The moonlight coming in from the window felt like that hot summer night at the cabin. He slid the straps down her shoulders, his mouth slightly agape. How could someone look so beautiful and delicate at the same time?

She turned around, her body facing Jake’s. He stuttered, telling her he could leave and he was honestly about to. Until he felt her hand grab his wrist. “Don’t go.”

He nodded his head, helping her get the rest of the way out of her dress. She stepped closer to him and put her hands on his chest. She could feel how fast his heart was beating. She had a hard time meeting his gaze, nervous of him not feeling the same way she had been. “You looked really good tonight.”

“Me? Everybody was staring at you the whole time, Y/N,” he spoke, one hand finding their way to her waist, the other pulling on her chin to force eye contact. “You looked absolutely breathtaking.”

There was a split second where both of them second guessed themselves. But it was over when Y/N pressed her lips lightly against Jake’s. It was such a feathery light touch, it almost felt like she wasn’t even kissing him. She pulled away slowly, her eyes closed, not really knowing what to do next. She didn’t have to figure it out though, Jake’s lips returned to hers with more pressure.

His hands had found their rightful place on her back, bringing her closer to him. Hers found their way into his hair. It felt so natural - the need for each other grew stronger with each passing minute. His mouth never wanted to leave hers, it felt as though her lips were coated in fucking drugs the way they were so addicting. He couldn’t get enough. “Do you want to..?”

“Yes, please.” It came out so needy - desperate. Y/N didn’t even care about how that presented itself to Jake. She just wanted to be even closer to him than she already was. And she got to be right where she wanted to be.

Her bed was more comfy than Jake had previously remembered. Or maybe that was because they were here under different circumstances, not just studying algebra because Jake wasn’t quite getting it. All he knew was that he wasn’t ever going to forget it. He wanted this moment to replay forever and ever. Not because he was just some horny teenager, but because holy fuck, this had just been some random thought - a daydream, almost. But this was real. This was happening.

A tangled mess they were when climaxing. “I love you,” came out as barely above a whisper. It took Y/N a half of a second to register what he was really saying before it finally hit her. She didn’t feel as if she had to say it back, if anything, he should realize that she loved him too.

“I could honestly stay here forever and stare at you until the end of time.”

“So do it. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

They didn’t though. And it wasn’t that simple. Complications arose after that night. Everything got messy and trying to tie in a relationship while the band was traveling and on the road became increasingly difficult, especially when Y/N went to college.

She came home to Frankenmuth while she was off for the summer. Her mother and father missed her a great deal and the first weekend home was spent in the Kiszka’s backyard, the boys excluded. It was weird to be at their house and not see them littered around anywhere. Ronnie was full of stories though, telling Y/N about previous times the boys have come home from touring and the memories they brought back with him.

It was painful to hear, but she was so incredibly proud of everything they had accomplished and done. Every once in a while, Y/N had checked up on their band's Instagram account. When she was really nervous — having a hard time not worrying about them — she texted Josh or Danny. Neither of them were ever going to say anything to Jake or mention it to Sam.

The two families decided to get together and have dinner at a local bar. The boys were still away, they weren’t scheduled to come back to Michigan for at least another month and a half. Ronnie and Y/N spent most of their time talking about future plans for the upcoming weeks while their parents discuss their weekend plans — what to have for dinner and who’s house to have dinner at. Time had passed quickly and before they knew it, it was 10pm.

The parents had left, leaving Ronnie and Y/N at the bar by themselves. At least, that was until the boys walked in.

Ronnie smiled widely, hugging her brothers but then proceeding to punch them for surprising her and not just telling her. Josh and Danny hugged Y/N first, Sam leading after. Jake didn’t hug Y/N. It stung a bit. It made sense though. The last time they talked — it ended in an argument which was the resulting cause of their breakup.

A few drinks were downed, a couple shots thrown in there as well. Y/N figured it was time to throw the towel in. She couldn’t handle the awkward glances and forced conversation on their part. She grabbed her jacket off the back of her chair and put it on as she said goodbye to everyone. “Boys, lovely to see you again. I’m sure I’ll see you this weekend.”

She wasn’t going to. She was gonna avoid them at all costs. Come up with a lie — say she had the flu or something. Her mother would believe her either way, as well as understand where she was coming from with her avoidance. Her mother was there for her while she cried her eyes out.

She didn’t notice when Jake had followed her out. She didn’t notice him calling her name. The only thing she could notice was the tears falling down her cheeks, wiping them as soon as she felt them.

“I never stopped loving you.”

It slipped out. It didn’t mean to come out. Jake didn’t necessarily want it to come out. They say drunk words are sober thoughts, right? At the same time, who trusts the words of a drunk person? Usually it’s just brushed off as babbling, but Y/N couldn’t ignore what Jake said. Especially because she couldn’t blame it on not hearing him. There was no music playing outside the bar. The music was faint enough that anything Jake had said was heard.

“When we broke up,” he started. “I was a wreck. I was immature. It could’ve worked out - it would’ve worked out if I wasn’t such a child about everything.”

“Jake —“

“No, Y/N, I need to say this now. I’m a little drunk so I actually have the balls to say everything I want to. It was stupid to break up over something as menial as distance. The things I feel for you are so intense it scares the fuck out of me. I was so afraid of being gone all the time. You deserved someone who could be there to help you study for midterms. I was always in another state and sometimes another country. I wasn’t… there to be able to help you through anything. Everything’s different now, though.”

She sighed, not entirely sure on what to do with the information that was thrown at her. She was sober enough to remember the conversation tomorrow, but not nearly drunk enough to be able to deal with it tonight. “Do you wanna just come home with me? Talk about this tomorrow morning when we’re both sober.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Hi, I'm not sure if I'm in time, but G for Billy?

I kinda always wondered if he and Frank would be down for sharing

Thank you!

G - Group sex

Oh boy oh boy oh boy I was hoping to answer this one.

I think Billy would definitely have a threeway.

So, I kinda canon Billy as a closet bisexual, definitely having the hots for Frank (The way they look at each other sometimes is definitely not straight)

So if he were to share you with another man, Frank's the first man on his list. I think Frank would love to share a girl with his best pal Billy, not sure if he's attracted to Billy or not (haven't really thought about it as much) so let's just say that maybe they stick to a good old fashioned spitroast the first time around. After you've all consented, you'd finally see Frank's dom side which is ☠☠ absolutely deadly. You definitely didn't think that anyone could be more dom than Billy Russo, until you had Frank Castle ripping your dress and shoving his thick fingers into your mouth to test your gag reflex -because i gotta know how much of my cock I can stuff down your throat before you gag, princess.- he says in a low voice.

Billy just watches Frank manhandle his girl, absolutely awestruck. Eventually Frank has to chime in again, "C'mon blackbird I thought we were gonna stuff her full of cock together?"

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you too, raven." Is all you hear, followed by his belt jingling, your mouth too full of Frank to look back.

And boy, do they rail you, they take turns, switching from fucking your pussy- to your mouth. They talk about how tight you are, how soft your skin is, how good you can suck cock, all of it said like you're not even there.

"Fuck Bill, she clenches everytime we talk about her like she's not here. Your girl's really got a thing for bein' used."

" 'S why I love her Frankie, you told me quality over quantity so I went an' got the best one."

They laugh and pass you between them for literal hours, uncaring of the amount of times you've cum.

Maybe when they're both on the edge, Frank gets a little overwhelmed and pulls Billy in for an unexpected kiss, that Billy reciprocates willingly before exploding inside you.

Frank takes his leave after making sure you both are okay, leaving Billy to take care of you as you discussed before the event.

SO NOW, (I'm also a closeted Bi, and I just wanna add in some self indulgent mff speculations)

You'd probably bring in another girl to surprise Billy (after obviously having talked about it before, we don't surprise people with new things when it comes to sex.)

He probably almost cums in his pants when both you and the other girl gets on your knees in front of him. You both take your time and kiss each other while giving him a really intense, borderline overstimulated, blow job that has him ready to blow his load in minutes. It's probably the loudest he's ever been- having you take his cock all the way down while he feels someone else's tongue on his balls, it's a miracle he lasts as long as he does. You both probably aren't comfortable with doing more than oral with this other woman, sticking to your trusted friend, Frank, for any real third party shenanigans.

Billy may like to watch foursomes/orgies, but he may not be a fan of participating (though I'm sure he's tried it at least once) he thinks it's way too many partners to be with at one time, a little too overwhelming and unpredictable. He likes to stick with a nice odd number like three.

Do the threesomes happen often? Probably not, because Frank and him have varying schedules and it's a little hard to get them in one room at one time talking about things other than work. Maybe they get together every year at Christmas, to surprise you.

[teddyshoney]

Sooo... This week's @gleeful-paintbox-project prompt was Beatlemania. And there are just so many Beatles songs that had an impact on Kurt's life that I couldn't choose just one. So, I wrote three ficlets this week, I Want to Hold Your Hand being the last of them. You can find the post about Blackbird HERE and the post about Silly Love Songs HERE. I stuck with the first two seasons as I wasn't ready to move on and explore Kurt and Blaine's engagement yet. Something tells me there will be time for that yet.

Thank you to my wonderful friend, @jayhawk-writes, for beta-reading these for me! I really appreciate it!

You can read the ficlet below the cut or on AO3 or FF.net

He’d been thinking about what he needed all day, and now that he finally had Mr. Schue’s permission to express the turmoil of emotions and pains swirling through him, he needed to get his story out before his tears started leaking from his eyes. Again. He took a deep breath.

“On the day of my mom’s funeral, when they were lowering her body into the ground, I was crying.” He found a spot on the floor and stared at it, not wanting to make any eye contact with anyone in the room, not wanting to see the pity or sadness or sympathy—whatever they were feeling—written on their faces. He knew they couldn’t help it, but he hated it. “I mean, that was it. It was the last time I was ever going to see her. I remember I looked up at my dad, and I…”

The memories began to play in his head. He could feel the gentle wind on his face, the bright beams of the sun against his cheeks and hair. He could feel the tears stinging his eyes, the snot running down his face as he looked up from the ground toward his dad. Somewhere, there had been birds chirping, and he’d wanted them to stop sounding so happy, yet he hadn’t said anything. He’d just waited. His breath came out shakily. “I just wanted him to say something, just something to make me feel like my whole world wasn’t over. And he just took my hand and squeezed it.”

He could feel it, the warmth of his dad’s hand in his own, squeezing tightly, reassuringly, saying silently that he was still there, that he wasn’t going anywhere. Not yet. “I just… Knowing that those hands were there to take care of me… That was enough. This is for my dad.”

“Yeah, I’ll tell you something

I think you’ll understand”

Slowly, Kurt lifted his eyes from the spot they’d been studying on the floor to a place on the wall behind the rest of the Glee club as the memories began again like movies.

“When I say that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand”

A million pictures of him holding his dad’s hand flashed through his head. Grocery store trips. On the way to the playground. On my first day of school after Mom died. At the fair so I wouldn’t get lost. Then a more complex memory began to play in his head.

“Oh, please, say to me

You'll let me be your man

And please, say to me

You'll let me hold your hand

Now let me hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand”

I was so scared to ride a bike without training wheels. Dad held my hand all the way out to the garage because he knew that if he’d didn’t, I’d bolt back inside and hide under his and Mom’s bed. I watched him take off those training wheels, never letting go of the shoulder of his shirt. God, I probably stretched out the material so badly, but I didn’t care. I was terrified. And then he opened the garage door and wheeled it outside while I held onto his belt loop. I tried to convince him that I didn’t need to learn to ride a bike, yet he insisted that I would have fun. “I know you can do it, kid,” he said. So, I made him promise to hold onto me, and then I got on. He held on for a while, and eventually, he let go. I didn’t even know until he clapped. And then I freaked out and fell over, and I was sure he was going to be so disappointed in me. I hadn’t learned to ride a bike, even though he’d told me he knew I could do it. I expected him to look disappointed, and instead, when he came over, he just held out his hand to help me up. “That was great! Let’s do it again. I’m sure you’ll do even better now.”

Another detailed memory popped into his head.

“And when I touch you I feel happy, inside

It's such a feeling

That my love

I can't hide

I can't hide

I can't hide”

We had an outdoor tea party for my birthday that year after Mom died. I didn’t want to have any friends over because I was afraid that it might remind me too much of Mom. She always did throw such elaborate birthday parties for me, just like I loved. I convinced Dad that I should just make some tiny cakes and we could have tea, and he agreed right away. We spent all day the day before in the kitchen, making cakes and cookies and decorating them. And then, that morning, he made the tea on the stove, like Mom always had, right after breakfast. I taught him how to drink tea the right way: pinky out. He didn’t get it at first. I explained that tea is dainty, though, and sticking his pinky out made him daintier. I don’t think he understood it really, yet he went along with it anyway, even putting on his best British accent, which wasn’t very good. I loved it, though. It reminded me of Mom and watching British TV shows together, and he knew I needed that.

And then, perhaps the most difficult memory of all popped up as Kurt gathered himself to finish the song.

“Yeah, you got that something

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your hand

I wanna hold your ha-a-a-a-a-a-and”

I didn’t want to visit Mom’s grave that first year after her death. It was too hard, and I spent all morning before we went crying. Then, I asked Dad if we could dress up like we had for her funeral, and he agreed that Mom would like that. The entire time we were walking from the car to her grave, I was trailing behind him. I was looking at all those other stones, imagining how other people must feel coming there to visit, and I thought I was going to cry. Dad just turned around and offered me his hand, and we went together, both of us holding back tears until we found her stone. It was probably one of the hardest days we had together after she died. I think it was the most healing cry at her grave either of us ever had. We both felt like she was there, hugging us.

Mom, if you’re out there somewhere, can you bring Dad back to me? I need him still, more than most people could ever understand, and I’m not ready to lose him, too. Can you please make sure he comes back to me?

There were tears streaming down his face that he quickly wiped away as the song ended, and he blinked a few times, bringing himself back from his memories to the Glee classroom. He caught a glimpse of his fellow Glee members out of the corner of his eye, their faces tear-stained and their eyes filled with something that he felt resembled pity, and he realized he didn’t want to be there anymore. He knew his friends would want to hug him, tell him how sorry they were that he was going through something so hard. He wasn’t sure he could handle that, though. So, he turned and walked out the door, and no one said a word to him as he went.

I don’t want to be here. I need to be with Dad. I need to hold his hand again.

[just-random-imagines]

Like Music?

IMAGINE: You’re fairly new to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and thanks to past circumstances, you haven’t experienced much as other teenagers have. A certain speedster takes it in his own hands to solve your problem. WORD COUNT: 1,199 WARNINGS: N/A

The music washes over you as you start to dance. The crowd isn't wild as usual, but there's enough spark to start a wildfire. The lead vocalist leans into the microphone, belting out the next lyrics.

A singer in a smokey room. The smell of wine and cheap perfume. For a smile they can share the night, it goes on and on and on and on.

Cheering them on like the rest of the crowd, you continue to sway to the beat until someone grabs your waist.

"Having fun yet?" The owner of the arms asks you, their warm breath hitting your ear.

"Yeah, thanks for getting me out of that house," you reply, grabbing the hands.

Their palms are relatively soft, unlike the fingers which are rough at the tips.

"No problem Y/N."

You're turned around. Chocolate brown eyes stare down at you, full of warmth and pride.

"I knew you'd like it here."

A Few Hours Earlier

"So how are you able to control it?" You ask Hank as he leads you to the Blackbird.

"Awhile back, I designed a serum that briefly treats my genes. When it does that, it allows me to revert to my 'normal' form."

"That's amazing!" You exclaim.

Hank shrugs as if to say 'no big deal' before showing you a half-built plane frame.

"So, what do you need help with?" He points out to various spots and starts to explain the process.

"The jets need to be bolted; the previous ones weren't strong enough."

"The mainframe sitting on the processor over there needs to be re-tuned."

"See that wing? There's a certain section that must be welded up."

Already grabbing a few tools for the job, you're interrupted by a small 'whoosh'.

"Hey McCoy, what'cha doing?" You don't turn around, being too busy in gathering your needed equipment.

"Just showing our new engineer trainee the ropes."

After getting everything strapped to your vest, you turn around and face Hank, who stands by himself. "Wasn't someone just talking to you?"

Another 'whoosh' sounds this time right beside you. You quickly look to your right where a silver-haired man stands, sporting odd gear. Goggles sit on his forehead while clipped earbuds hang around his neck, connected to a SONY Walkman strapped to his belt.

"Yeah, that's me. You look very nice, why haven't we me before? I'm Peter Maximoff but guys around here call me Quicksilver. What's your name?"

He speaks so quickly; you have to ask him to repeat it. When you can properly hear him, you offer a hand.

"Nice to meet you... Quicksilver? I'll have to stick with Peter. I'm Y/N."

Peter smiles at the way you respond to him shyly but doesn't bring it up. "You new here? Never seen you around."

You explain how Charles stumbled upon you about a month ago and offered you a place at the school. You moved in only two weeks back. Hank had recently found about your knack with mechanical devices and technical skills.

Peter watches you the whole time you speak, listening carefully to everything you say. Once you're finished, he asks a random question.

"Have you ever gone to a concert Y/N?"

"No. Never had the time."

He scrunches his brown eyebrows in confusion before shaking his head. "You have really never gone to a concert before?" He looks you up and down, smirking broadly once he does.

"That won't do."

In seconds, you feel all the excess weight from the power tools gone. They're quick to reappear in a small pile at Hank's feet. Peter, out of nowhere, stands by your side.

"Sorry Hank," he starts, already slipping on his goggles. "Your little class with Y/N will have to be postponed. I am going to take her to have the time of her life."

Scrunching your nose up in confusion, you look at him. "Really?"

"Yes." He replies. His hand reaches for the back of your head as you speak.

"And how are you-"

Everything rushes past as Peter grabs your head and starts running. Next thing you know, you're standing in your dormitory.

"-Gonna do that?"

Peter knowingly grabs a small trashcan from the corner of the room and hands it to you. Quickly spitting up the little breakfast you had, you glare daggers at the speedster.

"Give me a bit of a warning next time."

"Oh, I will," he responds playfully. One second he's gone, but quickly returns the next with a small pile of clothes in his arms.

"Put this on," Peter says before tossing them at your face. Catching them with ease, you eye them curiously.

"What's wrong with what I have on now?"

"It's nice but you might want to be a bit more comfortable where we're going."

Agreeing to his terms, the fellow mutant waits patiently as you change, leaving the room while you do like a gentleman. Once you've finished, you call him back in.

"You have nice taste, Peter." You compliment, looking over your clothes in the mirror.

"Nah, you just make it look good."

Fixing your shirt, you dare to ask Peter where you were going in order to hide your embarrassment.

"Have you ever heard of Journey?"

"The band?" You question. "A little. I don't listen to music so their songs are a mystery to me."

"I am trying to develop an interest in you Y/N. Are you trying to turn me off or something?"

This boy was definitely not going to make things easy for you. Feeling your cheeks reddening, you turn to Peter.

"I'm sorry. I don't usually have time to listen to music."

"Well, we're going to change that." He grabs your head once more before rushing off.

Several hundred miles later, the two of you stand on a grassy lawn, surrounded by a scattered amount of fellow teenagers and middle-aged adults, all in ripped clothing. A large stage is settled nearby where a crew sets up sound equipment.

"And now we wait."

-

And so, you did. As the band readied themselves for a performance, you and Peter got to know each other better. He had a twin sister named Wanda and along with his mother, they lived in a house full of stolen goods. He then adds how he once had broken into the pentagon and freed the man who supposedly killed JFK.

With every passing minute you talked, you feel more and more intrigued by him. It was nice, having a guy your own age to hang out with who actually let loose.

Then the lights dimmed down as the music started to pour out of the large speakers. It hit you like a tidal wave and you immediately fell in love with it. You started dancing and laughing, something you rarely did anymore.

As they started to play another song, you allow Peter to hold you from behind.

"This is nice," you tell him, swaying from side to side. "I never thought myself to be a rock kind of person."

You look up to Peter who gazes down at you with affection.

"We never think ourselves to be a lot of things but we're still here."

Things were really looking good now.

[ill-skillsgard]

Blue and Yellow - Part 11 - Axel Cluney

Warning: 18+ sex/mature themes/strong language/medical themes/mentions of blood & injuries/hospitals/violence/drug and alcohol use.

Description: Saberrah Asta, Featherfall General’s newest nurse, finds herself entangled in the complicated life of an underground boxer with a slew of problems she can’t fix. Will Axel’s love knock out the voices telling her to run, or will their explosive romance fizzle as fast as it flourished?

Note: Transitional chapter into the third and final act of Blue and Yellow. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know your thoughts and reblog if you can. It would be much appreciated.

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Axel pounded the sidewalk to the body shop where Arty worked, several kilometres from Featherfall General. He chain-smoked along the way, leaving a trail of ash and butts, his free hand tucked in his pocket when it wasn't flicking a lighter. He reached the shop with his last dry cigarette between his lips and a pounding headache from thoughts of the previous twenty-four hours.

Arty noticed Axel through a rain of sparks and the dark, dirty visor of his welding helmet. His sudden appearance gave Arty a good-spirited jolt, but the look on his cousin's face snuffed his excitement. It had been a while since Arty saw Axel looking anything worse than indifferent. Since he had gotten serious with a girl, Axel had no reason to come around, and when he did it was always for some small talk, weed or car troubles. Today, it looked like it was all three.

"Hey, Axel. What're you doing here? The Monte's nowhere near done, eh. She's still waiting her turn in the garage."

"That's not why I'm here," said Axel. "I need to borrow your car. Or someone's car."

"Thought you had your girl's ride?"

Axel dropped his shoulders and scowled. "Does it look like I have a ride, brainiac? Gimme some goddamn keys."

"Alright, jeez. What's eating you, bud?"

"Everything."

Arty fetched the key off the workbench nearby and dropped it in Axel's hand.

"Remember, no drinks. Just had her detailed."

"Yeah, right. Thanks, Art. I'll have her back at close."

"No worries, boss. You can drive the bird until I get the Monte back up and running. I'll tackle it tomorrow, first thing."

Axel went around the shop where the old yellow sports car sat glinted in the bright noon sun. The blackbird emblem spread its geometric wings over the hood, and two matching stickers of cartoon bulldogs flexed on the doors. It would have been a classic beauty in Axel's eyes if it weren't for the tacky decals Arty had plastered onto the finish. Axel never forgave Arty for marring the car's electric shine but now cared little enough he forgot about it and sped off for his uncle's house.

Uncle Harry and his flock rented a well-lived-in townhouse inside a court called Newton Boulevard, a neighbourhood where everyone knew each other, and the co-op hosted bingo Sundays and Christmas in July. Axel had spent a lot of his childhood around Newton Boulevard. The winding road reminded him of Summertime chalk drawings and playing army tag in the field behind the old E-unit housing.

When the Firebird stormed through the court and pulled up in the visitor parking, the regulars flocked with questions and admiration at the ready. Axel nodded them off, trying not to cause a scene and spoil his surprise visit. He made brief greetings and climbed up the stone steps to his uncle's house, leaving the townies to gawk at the Firebird all they wanted.

The inside of Harry's house smelled like a fast food joint, all grease and no ventilation. His son and Axel's half-cousin Kirby slouched on the living room sofa, a bucket of Fast Eddie's cheese fries in his lap, and only mildly interested in Axel's appearance. Nothing had changed since last he'd been through except Kirby's girth and the deterioration of the faux leather couch.

"Hey, Kirb. Where's Marley?" Axel asked.

Kirby shrugged his slumping shoulders and crammed a fistful of fries in his mouth, intent on the TV court judge's verdict before a commercial break inevitably wedged between him and the dramatic pay-off.

"She upstairs?"

"Sh! I dunno, Axe. She might be in her room or at her boyfriend's."

"Who's her boyfriend?"

"Hell if I know who she's sleeping with now."

Axel climbed the stairs, and the sound of daytime sleaze television morphed into cheerful Reggae and cackles. Marley's room was at the top of the stairs to the right, and Axel made no hesitation banging on the door several times before entering uninvited. Inside, Marley sat on her futon beside an olive-skinned man, smoking a blunt. The man took in a lungful of smoke from an eight-ball-shaped bong. Both sets of bloodshot eyes flew open like a cop had busted down the door.

"Marley, we have to talk," said Axel.

"What about?"

"You know what about!"

"Hey man, why don't you just calm down," the stranger said.

"Hey man, why don't you get the fuck out of my house?"

"You live here?"

"Manny, just go. You don't want to get punched out," said Marley.

"Yo, for real, mami?"

Axel pointed at the door. "Yeah, for real, bud. Beat it. Now."

Manny set the bong down on a coffee table covered in weed crumbs and empty joint tubes from various dispensaries.

"What about my money, huh?" Manny asked.

"Don't worry, babe," Marley said, grabbing his hand gingerly. "I'll post up with you in a bit. This is a family matter."

Manny nodded once and left without further resistance, having understood the sanctity of family. After all, Manny had the word tattooed in Spanish down his forearm for a reason.

"Aight, girl. Guess I'll see ya."

Axel opened the door and gestured him out, then slammed it shut. He took a sprint at Marley, and she cowered, crossing her skinny wrists in front of her face. Axel would never let his fist fly, but it felt good to make her flinch and drop ash all over her lap.

"You fucking bitch!"

Marley made to scream, but Axel clamped his hand over her mouth, her volume reverberating his hand. She shrieked under his palm and thrashed away. Even in a deficient state, Axel was leagues stronger than the hundred-pound stripper. Marley drew her teeth and bit whatever meat she could hold, sending Axel back clutching his hand.

"You're lucky I don't beat your fucking face in."

"Do it, then. We already have matching bruises!"

"You jumped my girlfriend!"

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about. I don't give a shit about that bitch."

"What, you jealous or something? She doesn't have to wave her snatch around to make money and get guys to notice her?"

Marley crossed her arms under her chest, and the shift of her collar bone and ribs sickened Axel. She had always been a scrawny thing, but now her skin stretched over skeleton like spray-tanned latex.

"I can't believe you're shitting on sex work. That's unlike you, Axe."

"Yeah, whatever. I used to have respect for you. Now you're nothing but a fucking crackhead like your mom."

"Don't you dare talk about her to me!"

"Then stop fucking acting like her! You sent two of your friends after Sabi. She's lying in the hospital with stitches in her face! How did you think this would end?"

"I dunno, Axe. Are you gonna punch me out? Hm? Gonna beat a woman?"

Axel's arms and fists shook. He remained where he stood, envisioning the consequences of hitting Marley. Her nose was already blue and purple along the bridge and had bled out under her eyes. She glared up at him until he faltered. Hurting his cousin would only cement the family strife into his everyday life. If Harry found out Axel hit his stepdaughter, it would escalate to Rita, and if his mother caught wind of the drama, nobody would ever live it down.

After Axel retired his most gruelling scowl, Marley relaxed and knelt on the futon. Red Red Wine played through the room. The smell of weed got to Axel, and he motioned for her to hand him the blunt. She passed it to him, as well as a pink Bic lighter. Axel lit the end, tasting blueberries and Marley's spittle damp on the filter.

"What do you see in her anyway? She's totally not your type."

"Exactly. Which makes her exactly my type 'cause my type is fucking trash, and Sabi's the opposite of trash."

"So hanging out with you and Arty at Nikki's and punching people in the face isn't trash? Sure thing, cousin."

"It wasn't her idea to go," Axel said through an exhalation of smoke. "And you were asking for it."

"Anyone who dates you is trash or destined to become trash. Sorry to break it to you, but come on. If your girl's so great, how come she's with you?"

"I don't fucking know."

"And you're dating her because she's new and exciting and a nurse. You've always had a thing for nurses."

"Fuck off. You’re disgusting."

"Oh, come on, Axe. You know it's true. Remember that one Halloween?"

Axel changed his mind about the blunt and threw it at her. Marley jumped and plucked it from the cushion before it burnt a hole.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"We were so close."

"You have something seriously wrong with you."

"Lighten up, asshole. We're not really related anyway. Not even by marriage."

"I don't care, Marley. Get the thought out of your head. I was blackout wasted that night, and you were aggressive."

"Don't pretend like you didn't want it at the time, though."

"You ruined my life. Sabi fucking hates me now. If you think I want anything to do with you after that, you’re dumber than you look."

Marley shrugged and dabbed the blunt out into a heart-shaped ashtray.

"As if your life wasn't already fucked up before. Besides, I still don't know what you're talking about. I love you, Axe. Why would I jump your girlfriend? She's probably just lying to make me look bad."

"She wouldn't lie. Sabi doesn't lie."

"Bullshit. Everyone lies."

"She said two people jumped her and used your name. Why would she make that up?"

Marley yawned and stretched her twiggy arms and legs like a hairless cat. She laid across the futon, staring at the veins popping in Axel’s forehead. His eyes were shadowed and heavy. One side of his bottom lip didn't match the other in size or colour. He was swollen, bruised, strained, and too dizzy to fight anymore, especially after leaving Sabi in the hospital to deal with a breakup.

Axel hoped Farber would hear about the dramatic exit and rest easy. With the doctor and Isadora Asta off his back, he could deal with the inevitable pleading at Sabi's feet. He was confident in his plan. Sabi loved him. It lit up in her eyes before he left, and she would understand after an explanation. And If she resisted, he would persist. If she told him to go, he would simply refuse. He just needed a long rest before mustering the courage to face her again.

Marley wasn't worth the time spent not preparing to beg Sabi’s forgiveness again, if indeed begging was what it took to convince her they belonged together.

"You're lucky you're a woman. Otherwise, I'd fuck you up."

Axel spied a half pack of cigarettes on the coffee table and his mouth watered for a puff. He opened the door, readying to leave when Marley cleared her throat.

"That's all you have to say?"

"Stay the fuck away from her, and tell your buddies to back off. You're not the only one with friends, Marley. Remember that."

"I'm telling you, cousin. I didn't send anyone after her. She's just lippy. Maybe she shot her mouth off at the wrong person, and they set her straight. You know how it is around here. Look at someone wrong and pow. May I remind you that she hit me, and you did nothing. You just let some bitch hit your family."

"Thought we weren't related? Whatever. Lucky is all you are. I'll give you this one, but if I see you or your kind around my area, it won't just be an ass-beating."

Axel, as a last middle finger, snatched the cigarette pack from the table. He hardly recalled hurtling out the door, ducking into the Firebird, and heading for home. By the time he reached the elevator, his vision had faded around the edges, wandering, and he collapsed into bed fully clothed. The cat found him and mewled for food, but its owner was dead to the world.

~*~

Sabi didn't try calling Axel. Even a precisely worded text message was too strenuous to exact. Axel's departure was yet another blow to her senses, leaving her numb as the world crawled onward. The hospital food was bland, her mother's admonishing hit a wall, the sounds of machines and hushed voices all a blur. She awaited instructions, though she already knew what the doctor would say.

Crutches weren't going to cut it this time. Sabi left the hospital in a wheelchair driven by Isadora. She realized then Axel still had her car key, and her mother hadn't asked about the vehicle. She kept the realization to herself and let her mother wheel her home.

When Isadora stepped in, her eyes shot to the stack of boxes in the corner of the unused dining area, labelled in black Sharpie.

"It looks like you haven't even unpacked," Isadora said.

"I haven't, really. I tried, but..."

"What is happening to you, Saberrah? Are you doing drugs with that man? Tell me."

"I'm not doing drugs."

"Then why are you living in this filth?"

"I've just spent a lot of time elsewhere."

"That man is ruining you."

"His name is Axel, and he hasn't ruined me. He's sweet. But why would you trust my judgment? You've already made up your mind about him."

Isadora had not been present when Axel said his parting words in the hospital, and Sabi was determined to keep her in the dark. It was her freshest hurt, and the agony ran deep. She longed for bed and was too exhausted to entertain her mother or wonder why she defended Axel still.

"You should get comfortable, Sabi. I'll make you something to eat."

"There's no food here."

"Then I'll go shopping. But I'm returning, and I won't hear anything to the contrary."

Sabi grunted, and her mother drove her into her bedroom, seeing the simple bed and a dresser piled high with unwashed clothes. Had Sabi known her mother would see the apartment, she would have hurried to clean and unpack and maybe never had encountered two attackers. Like everything else, Isadora's appearance was unplanned, and Sabi looked worse for wear.

Isadora made quick work of the apartment, unpacking and cleaning as she went. She saw the empty cupboards, filled them with jars, cans and boxes of grocery staples, then stocked the bathroom with hand soap and toilet paper. The sun had gone down when Isadora stopped to check on her daughter.

Sabi dreamed of Axel in her bedroom, and upon waking, was disappointed to see her mother instead of her tall, tattooed beau. The orange haze floated around Isadora like a skirt of cloud. The woman forced a smile on her face, though in the darkness, the grin seemed sinister. Sabi's own forced smile collapsed when another wave of weariness claimed her back into a light slumber.

Ten hours passed before Sabi moved her body to the wheelchair and went to the living room, where the late afternoon sun glinted off Isadora's tar-black crown. It was strange to see her mother reading the newspaper on the sofa where memories with Axel took intimate form. Sabi tried not to think about the sexual activities done where she sat, as though her mother might learn her indiscretions with one hard look.

"Mom, you're still here."

"Of course I'm still here. I told you I'd be here when you woke up."

Sabi reviewed the cleanliness of the apartment and thanked her. Isadora accepted the gratitude with a curt nod and set the paper down on the freshly Windexed coffee table. She bowled her hands in her lap, gold rings disappearing under the fat pads of her fingers.

"Saberrah, you need help."

"Help with what?"

"How are you supposed to drive?"

"I'll be fine in a few days. I have some painkillers, and I can order dinner for a while. Mom, you don't have to make a point."

"I don't like this," Isadora shook her jowls. "I don't like this person you've become. I found disgusting things in the bathroom. Used condoms. Now I know you're living in sin."

"Mom, how many times do we need to have this conversation?"

"Until you clean up your act and stop making a fool out of yourself."

"Okay, you're right. I've been foolish. I'll go to church, but you promised not to intervene as long as I stayed in nursing. Well, I'm still a nurse, so you can't just move into my house because you hate that I have a boyfriend."

Sabi's tongue went dry from the utterance. Her head floated back to Axel and the conversation they needed to have. The exchange of property. And Sabi had a hunch their subsequent encounter would play out in her favour. Axel would ask for her back, and if he didn't, she would remind him why he loved her in the first place. Satisfied with her plan, Sabi tolerated Isadora's fierce scope for a while longer.

"I’m not like you and your sisters. I'm not a writer or a practitioner who's obsessed with academic prestige."

"I was married at your age, remember?"

"I'm sorry you had to find out about my life like this, mom. Really. I was going to call and suggest a visit soon. Then this new job distracted me."

"How serious are things between you and him?" Isadora asked.

"I have things at his place. I've met his mom. We've been going out a few months and... He's told me he loves me.

"What does she do? His mother."

Sabi paused on the truth, then let it spill. There was no point in hiding anything from Isadora and her forensic eye for detail. "She's unemployed. Most likely on disability. I've helped her out when I can."

"And he's good to her?"

"You'll never meet a man who loves his mom more. A total momma's boy."

"Would that I knew the feeling of having a child who respected me."

Isadora's dismay had been palatable up until that moment. With no willingness to bend for her mother's feelings, Sabi set aside her aches and sighed.

"I love you and appreciate everything you've done to help. All I want now is to return to normal. I don't need a live-in nurse. It's just my foot, and I'll be back on my crutches soon enough."

"The hospital should be paying your leave. You were assaulted on the job."

"No, technically, I was on the sidewalk after my shift."

"What, smoking?" Isadora asked.

"Mom—"

"I know you've been smoking! What else? Have you not found enough ways to torture me?"

"Nursing is stressful, and so are you!"

The woman fluttered her neck and felt around for her belongings: purse, keys, gloves. She stood up and wafted a cloud of Blue eau de toilette through the room.

"Fine. Where are your pain meds? You'll need them."

"In the bathroom cabinet behind the mirror."

Isadora shook her head. "I cleaned that bathroom top to bottom. I didn't find any pills. But you'll want to prop your foot and rest, Saberrah. Now, I suppose if you're done with me, I'll leave you alone."

"Why don't we have dinner soon? When I'm mobile."

"I'll check back in with you later this week. We can make dinner here. I won't hear no."

Too weary to steer Isadora away from showing up again, Sabi accepted with a nod, knocking gravel around in her skull. The relief that came when her mother vacated the apartment was quick and heavy. She waited until the footsteps disappeared through the elevator doors, then found her phone, which had been picked up by the people who helped her after the attack. Flecks of dirt still clung to the screen.

A dozen text messages and missed calls from Axel waited unanswered on her phone screen. Sabi didn't bother listening to the voicemail before dialling Axel. The rings stretched out for minutes. Each series rang in her head like an alarm bell, a tiny hammer smashing back and forth incessantly until the line picked up and she heard breathing.

"Hello? Can you hear me?"

There was an enormous hesitation, and then, "yeah. I can hear you."

Suddenly, Sabi lost her words. His gruff voice chased away the balls she had gathered to make the phone call, and now they were sitting on the phone in shared silence. She wondered where he was, what he was doing. Pondering the most gut-churning possibilities, Sabi clutched her stomach.

"Hi," she said.

"Hey."

"I, um... Need my car back."

"I was about to call."

Sabi's chest cooled to hear of his plan to contact her. It confirmed that which she had hoped was Axel's regret.

"Can you bring it over?"

"Yeah. I left it at the hospital."

"I need my other things. Especially my painkillers. They're not here, so they must be at your place."

"I'll take a look around."

His monotone soured the airwaves. Sabi felt bubbles bursting under her ribs. Would he say he loved her like he always did? Call her his baby? She held her breath. Waiting for his reactions was like being plunged into ice water, lifted, and dunked again.

"When should I come over?" He asked.

Sabi stuttered, not wanting to come off too desperate after the way they had left things—Axel breaking it off before they had a chance to discuss what had transpired and who was to blame for the rotten chain of events.

"Can you come today? Like right now?"

"Yeah. Be there soon."

Axel hung up first, giving Sabi the time to overanalyze what his eagerness to get off the phone meant.

Lonely and high-strung hours rolled by, ripening the afternoon glow with shades of red. The sun disembarked from the sky, leaving Sabi on the balcony craving a cigarette. Isadora had gone through her bags and thrown out her leftover Belmonts and lighter while on her cleaning spree. Such presumptuous liberties would have caused Sabi to go off on a tangent, but now, her throbbing ankle and body weakened from a brain injury, she cared not to bemoan her mother's bleaching of the apartment.

Just when Sabi thought Axel changed his mind about coming, a knock came at the door. Axel toted a bag of clothes and toiletries, her car key and shadows of exhaustion. They stared at each other's bruises before Axel set the load on the coffee table and handed her the key.

"I didn't find your painkillers. You sure they're at my place?" He asked.

"No idea. It doesn't matter, really. I'll just pop a couple Advil, I guess."

"Okay. Sorry."

"It's fine."

"So... First off, I confronted Marley after I left the hospital. She just made up some bullshit. Didn't admit to anything."

Sabi waved her hand. "I don't care anymore. What good will it do thinking about it? She had me laid out, and maybe she had the right."

"Nah. If you're gonna hit somebody, you do it yourself. You don't send others to do your dirty work."

"I just want to move past this."

"Me too," Axel sighed.

"Are we...Were you serious about what you said at the hospital?"

Axel's eyes wandered to the balcony. Sabi followed his gaze and nodded.

"Wanna dart?"

"Yes, please," said Sabi, wheeling around to the sliding glass doors.

Axel took two cigarettes from the stolen pack in his back pocket, passed one to Sabi and lit them both. Once the nicotine had a chance to work into their bloodstreams, the conversation continued. Sabi looked across Featherfall, over rooftops and beyond where the sun turned the horizon into a coral blur. She had difficulty looking up at him without feeling utterly diminished.

"I want to be with you, Sab. I want it more than anything, but Farber can't know about us. No one at FGH. Not until I get this deal off my shoulders. After that, I promise I'll hang it up."

"You're not going to tell me what's really up, are you?"

"You're smart. I'm sure you can put it together. Farber isn't a guy to be messed with. I know he seems like a dweeb, but he can make our lives hell, and I'm already on his bad side. You have to make sure he thinks we split up for real."

"So, are we together?" Sabi asked.

Axel leaned against the railing and finally let his eyes meet hers again. "You still wanna be with me?"

"Yeah. I do. I wanna be with you, Axe. Even though my mother hates you, and I probably should, too...I can't."

"You shouldn't want a life with me. I can't pretend you're not making a mistake and I shouldn't warn you."

"But, I love you. What do I do with that? I can't change facts."

"I love you too," Axel said. "Fuck, I do. And I wish I didn't. I wish you'd never walked into that hospital room, honey."

"And I wish I'd never moved here," Sabi said.

They chuckled at the absurdity of the conversation. After anger and tears came the laughable tragedy of a love most frowned upon. The truth, both pleasant and not, had been revealed. Neither of them cared to endorse anything but what weak hearts wanted. Axel would hold onto Sabi for as long as she allowed, thorny as she might be for a while.

After that, a new bond was forged of refuse and revenge. Sabi pledged to love him more fiercely than ever before, to fuck him like it was her life's purpose, and to rub it in her mother's face. Axel reached for her hand and kissed her knuckles. He knew nothing of these oaths or that his well-placed lips sealed the promise and legitimized her decision to forget about the bad times.

In her hidden heart, Sabi knew this was yet another decision made of poor judgment and of selfishness. Nothing good would come of the agreement. Nothing except Axel's love which, once pledged, took nothing short of apocalypse to shake. She wondered how much more turbulence her devotion could withstand, but only for a moment until Axel squatted next to her, peering up with woeful eyes.

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Blackbird | Three

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader slowly turning into a Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2K

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some fluff, talk of having a dark soul and not being a good person, death mention, shot with a gun

Description: You were once a member of the BatFam known by the moniker Blackbird.   You and Dick Grayson were close, but when a tragic accident left many members of the team thinking you were dead you went into hiding and tried to build a new life for yourself. But now Dick is back and he’s about to find out your secret.

Dick was lying awake in his hotel room thinking about her when his phone buzzed.  He grabbed it off the bedside table and looked to see who had messaged him.  He was almost certain it was going to be Bruce telling him to get his ass back to Gotham, but instead he saw Kor’i’s name.

Kor’i: Damian said you were out of town on a mission.  Is everything okay?

He wasn’t sure how to tell Kor’i that he had found Y/N, his lifelong friend that had been murdered by the Joker right before his eyes.  He wasn’t sure he wanted to tell her yet.  She was still deceased in the eyes of most of the League and he knew she still wanted to keep it that way.  He was half expecting her to up and vanish again, but before he had left her apartment the night before he had made her swear not to leave.

Dick: Something came up and I’ll be in Preston City for awhile.

Kor’i: Do you need back up?  I can be there in a few hours if you need me.

Kor’i was a good friend, Dick hated lying to her, but he didn’t need her coming here and scaring Y/N off.

Dick: I can handle things here.  Just stay with the Titans.

Kor’i: All right, just call if you need me.

He shut his phone off and went back to staring at the ceiling wondering what he should do now.  Y/N was adamant about staying in the shadows and operating as she had been since her death.  She didn’t feel like she was worthy enough to come back out into the light.  Whatever she had done after she had been reawakened from the Lazarus Pit had messed with her.

He was going to get to the bottom of this and try to help her work through whatever trauma she was still holding onto.  He got up and got ready for the day.  He wasn’t sure where she was going to be today, but he didn’t want her to be alone.

“What do you mean he just showed up out of the blue?” Jason was on the phone with Y/N as she punched away at one of the punching bags in her apartment.  “Did Bruce tell him?”

Y/N and Jason were in similar situations.  They had both been killed by the Joker and resurrected in the Lazarus Pit.  Jason, however, had returned to the fold in a sense rather than staying in the shadows as she had.  Though she had chosen to reach out to Jason after her sanity had come back because she needed someone to talk to that had been through the same thing she had.

“Bruce didn’t tell him where I was, Dick figured that out all on his own.  But once he discovered me, he managed to pry the truth out of Bruce.”  She threw another punch that managed to knock the punching bag off its hook and send it flying across the room.  “Fuck,” she cursed.

“Destroy another punching bag?”  Jason asked in a teasing tone.

“Shut up, Todd,” she hissed.  “You would think I would be better at controlling the super strength by now.”

Jason was quiet for a moment, “Maybe you should leave Preston for a while and come stay with me.  I can keep Dick off your scent for a bit and you can get used to the idea that he knows you’re still alive.”

“He said he loved me,” she whispered.

Jason sat up in his chair and nearly spit out his coffee, “He what?!”

Y/N felt like putting her fist through a wall, “He told me that he loved me and nothing could ever change his mind about that.  I told him that he was in love with a memory of me, but he doesn’t want to believe that.  He wants to think that he can love this newer, broken version of me.”

Jason knew that when Y/N had died she and Dick had grown closer and that there was more to their relationship than friendship.  Dick had never gotten the chance to tell her that he was in love with her before she died and then went into hiding.  Y/N had never really spoken of her relationship with Dick, just comments here and there.  The memories tended to be too painful for her.

“Do you still love him?”  Jason wasn’t sure if that would get a response, but he thought he should at least see what her response would be.

“You know what?  I’ll be at your place in a few hours,” she hit the end button on her phone and went to get in the shower.  

The warm spray of water against her skin helped relieve some of the tension in her muscles as she went through the habitual routine.  It was familiar and comforting when her mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts.  She needed to get away from Preston and Dick for a while and just clear her head.  Staying with Jason wasn’t the best idea, but he was all she had right now.

She would suck it up for at least a week and see if that helped.

She dressed and packed a bag with the essentials.  She jotted down a note to Dick because he would undoubtedly be by to check on her and when he discovered she wasn’t there he would break in to find clues.  Then headed to the train station downtown to catch the first train to Gotham.

When the train began to move she put her earphones in and listened to music that helped soothe her restless soul and watched as the city passed her by.  Dick was out there somewhere looking for her, hoping that he could bring her back.

But she was a lost cause and she hoped that he could see that.

Dick knocked on Y/N’s door an hour after she had gotten on the train.  He hadn’t wanted to go over to her apartment too early, but he couldn’t wait any longer.  He wanted to continue their conversation from the night before and hopefully talk about other things as well.  He didn’t want to focus on all the bad that had happened since they had last seen one another, he wanted to know about the good as well.

There was no answer the second time he knocked and dread settled in the pit of his stomach.  Why wasn’t she answering the door?

He pulled out his lock picking set and managed to get the door open.  The apartment was quiet as he pushed the door shut behind him.  “Y/N?”  There was no response as he moved deeper into the apartment.  

He noticed the punching bag laying on the floor, sand spilling out of it, and then headed for her room.  Lying on her bed as a single sheet of paper.  He picked it up with trembling fingers and read the two words that made his heartbreak.

I’m sorry.

She had left and it was his fault.  He had pushed her to leave because he had scared her by discovering where she was.  He sat down on her bed just staring at the two words written on the sheet of paper.

Y/N stepped off the train and saw Jason waving at her from down the platform.  She smiled and ran toward him, throwing her arms around him.  Sometimes Jason was the only thing that managed to make her smile. “Hey Blackbird,” he whispered against her ear.

She shoved him, “Shut up, you know I don’t go by that anymore.”

“Yeah what is that pretentious name the media gave you?  Phantom?”  He slung his arm over her shoulders and began steering her toward his motorcycle.  “I’m pretty sure you could come up with something better.”

“Having a name implies that I’m a superhero, and I’m not.  I’m just a concerned citizen,” she shot back.  

Jason smirked at her, “Concerned citizen my ass, you just like the thrill of kicking the ass of men twice your size and laughing as the cops and media sit back scratching their heads about who the hell you are and if they should consider you a hero or a menace.”

“Oh, I’m definitely a menace,” she said with a nod to her head.  “There’s no room for heroes in my life.”

“You wound me,” Jason said with mock hurt.  “Am I not a hero?”

“More like a major pain in my ass,” she poked him in the ribs.  

Jason pouted and said, “If I had known you were going to be so mean to me then I never would have agreed to let you stay with me while you get your shit together.”

“You’re a dick, you know that Todd?”  She said as she placed her bag on the back of his motorcycle and grabbed the helmet from his hands.

“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” he said as he climbed onto his bike and waited for her to join him.  When she had her arms wrapped securely around him he took off, zooming through the streets and heading to his small apartment in the east end.  They managed to make it without any accidents and Jason led her up to his apartment.  “Home sweet home,” he pushed open the door revealing his place.

It was surprisingly cleaner than she thought it would be.

“Aw Jay, did you clean for me?”  She sauntered into the home and tossed her bag on the couch.  “Because I’m pretty sure Alfred was always getting on you for having a messy room when we were teenagers.”

Y/N wasn’t an official adoptee of Bruce Wayne.  She had been friends with Barbara and then the others when she learned their secret.  She had a room at Wayne Manor for those nights when she couldn’t go home because of the night time activities.  It worked out okay, her parents were never really home to begin with and they never paid much attention to what she did as long as she wasn’t arrested.

A blessing and a curse.

“Hey, a man can change his ways,” he grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and tossed it to her.  “Are you hungry?”

“I could eat,” she shrugged.  Her phone lit up and she saw that it was Bruce calling.  She held her fingers to her lips and answered, “Hey Bruce.”

“Where are you?”  He asked.

She sighed, Dick must have called him.  “If I tell you then will you promise not to tell Dick?”

“Where are you?”  He repeated his question.

She felt a little bit of anger bubble up inside her, “You don’t get to demand things from me anymore Bruce.  I’m not one of your kids and I’ve been doing fine on my own for a while now.  I’m safe and okay, I’m not gonna go on a murder spree if that’s what you’re worried about.  I just need some time.”  She hung up the phone and turned it off.  “God, I forgot how annoying he can be.”

Jason came over and wrapped his arms around her, “Just stay calm.  Everything will be okay.  You’ll stay here for a bit, relax, get your head on straight, and then head back to Preston to be your badass self again.”

“Maybe I won’t go back to Preston,” she said as she looked up at him.  “Maybe I’ll go to France or Germany.  Somewhere else that isn’t here.”

“Well if you go overseas then how am I ever going to see you?”

She rolled her eyes, “I’m sure you’ll figure out a way.”  She patted his chest and pulled away from him, “Now what about pancakes?  There’s that place downtown that I loved as a kid that makes those birthday cake pancakes.”  She hummed, “I would kill for some of those right now.”

“And here I thought you weren’t gonna go on a murder spree after promising Bruce you wouldn’t,” Jason headed for the door.

“Hey, no one gets between me and my pancakes,” she said as he opened his door.

He was smiling as he shook his head, “I’ll be back.  Just don’t trash the place while I’m out.”

“No promises,” she said in a singsong voice as the door closed behind him.

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mistletoe

summary: you like him, a lot. so penny does something. something that may or may not involve mistletoe

a/n: it’s vlogmas y’all! also just act like this was uploaded on the 1st instead of the second. also, this love isn’t proof read so bare with me

pairing and word count: spencer x (f) reader & 1.6k

The day was December 1st, and in the paradise that is Virginia, that meant Holiday season. The lights were already up. And the cold air was picking up so much that one couldn't possibly go outside without wearing a coat, fearing for hyperthermia. Carolers were out around the town, singing their hearts out and freezing their hands off. Pictures With Santa was being set up in the park, and elves were practicing their dances and jingles. You could smell the cookies and the peppermint from a mile away. Christmas songs and melodies were playing all across town. And in response, all the hungover college kids were groaning and sulking all across town as they got their morning coffee and went to class.

Each radio was playing some form of holiday music instead of its general hillbilly religious crap. And you honestly didn't mind. Although, it's not like you ever bothered to turn on the radio. But today, something was different. Something had just changed. Maybe it was the fact that it was now the time for laughter and joy instead of harm. Maybe that was the change.

The cold air suddenly leaves your ears as the feeling of warmth rushes in. And to your surprise, you're greeted by a very peppy Lenny. Although, you did bring him a donut this morning, so that might have an effect. “Y/N! Good Morning!” He said as he buzzed you in. “You too Len! Hope you like the snack.” Before you could finish the question, he was half way done with his donuts. You smiled to yourself as you entered the elevator.

“Wait!” You heard someone yell as you were about to hit the button. You waited, as one does, and soon saw the figure that was running towards you clear up. “Spencer,” you breathed out as he ran in. “Y/n, hi.” He said as he was catching his breath.

You hit the button and quickly looked down, trying to avoid his gaze as much as possible. You see, you loved him. Ever since the dawn of time. Or, at least since last December. See, today, technically marks your one year anniversary since you joined the team. See, the first time you first laid eyes on him, the first time you said hello, your heart skipped a beat. The way he moved, the way he talked, just him. Him- himself, was memorizing enough. Never though. Never did you have the courage to talk or say anything to him. The team always noticed, but they never said anything, saying as you got along with them all great.

As soon as the elevator opened you ran for the two glass doors… As subtly as possible. The office smelt like peppermint and hot chocolate, and there was only one possible reason for that. Penelope.

“Good morning my lovely little love birds!”

You both stopped in your steps and looked at each other dead in the eye. “You guys, I’m joking, come on.” You both chuckled awkwardly and he quickly sprinted to his desk as you but your coffee on your desk.

“Like what you’ve done with the place Nel. Quite nice if I say so.”

She set a stack of piles on the desk, and straightened your hair.“You better like it. I stayed till like 10 getting everything ready and paid Lenny 20 dollars to help me set up half of these things.”

“Sucks that it’s gonna be down by mid January.” You say as you take some files off.

“Ooooh, yeah no, that’s not gonna happen.”

“Hey Nel, these aren't files.” You say as you give her the file you were looking at and picked through the other ones. Just to find that they weren't files either.

“Oh! Look at that! I never even noticed,” she said as she straightened her pasture. Spencer looked over to see what the commotion was about, but you tried not to pay attention.

“Spencer, would you come here please!”

You looked at Penelope and cursed in every single language you knew, and that was including ALS. She was the only one at the BAU who knew about your crush on Spencer. Since she was the reason you ever even wanted, or considered joining the BAU.

He got up and walked to your desk as you tried to look busy.

“What’s up Pen?” He said as he put his hand on your desk.

“I need you and Y/N to do something for me.” You looked shocked, but luckily, Spencer didn't see anything. “Can you please go down and do a few errands for me. Or well, for us.”

“Will we get paid?” You asked, she nonned.

“Is Hotch okay with this?” He asked, she, again, nodded. “Alright then, just text us what you need.” He said as he grabbed your hand and walked towards the door. You quickly grabbed your phone and wallet and pulled yourself forward. Your cheeks were rosy red. Or, as red as they could be, so you kept your head high. Although that probably doesn't work in your favor when you will be stuck with him the entire day.

“Okay, first of all, fresh roses.”

“Oooh, I know a great little flower shop. It’s by the bakery near Santa’s Little Shop.”

“Where?”

“It’s by my house here I’ll-”

“Got it.” He said as he cut you off. You wanted to ask him how he knew where you lived, but then you figured that before you came, he went over you and your file like 50 times. Or with him, most likely one.”

You looked out the window as snow fell down to the ground. It was a light snow, nothing big, nothing new. It was the type of snow where you could build a snowman, but it might take an eternity. He drove slowly and carefully turning on the radio to find The Beatles playing.

“Here we go.” He said as Blackbird was dying down in the background.

“Perfect.”

You both got out of the car and looked around. Some things just never change. Even when you’re off of work.

“Hi! Welcome!”

“Hey Blair! Where are all or your red, white, and green flowers?”

“That’s… oddly specific.” She spoke as she got up from behind the counter.

“Work.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Whatever you say… Well okay, here we have our roses, a staple piece. Then, some white roses, another staple piece. And Finally, green roses!”

You smiled a little. It was small, but she saw it. “I think Y/N’s looking for something more festive? Like… these poinsettia’s!” Spencer said as he walked around the store/

“I’ll take the roses, all three colors, and the poinsettia’s please.”

She rang up the total and you were gonna give her your credit card, but he beat you too it.”Spence…” You trailed “Y/N don't.”

You grabbed the flowers and so did he. He opened the car and as soon as you got it, the conversation picked up once more. “You know, you never had to do that.”

“I wanted to.”

“Okay well so did I.”

“Well I did it first.”

“What are you, five?”

“Is that supposed to mean something Y/N?” He said as he looked over at you.

“Ehh ehh, eyes the road!” You said as you snapped at the road.

He simply laughed as he looked back. “Okay, Now the coffee shop. She said that we need fresh treats since some of the kids are coming over tonight.”

“What’s tonight?” You asked as you looked around at the white ground. This was the first time in a while, or maybe in forever that you were having a normal and fluent conversation with him. It’s always, “Hi Spencer *runs away” or “Hey, *dies inside*” BUt this, this was different. This was fun. This was something you could get used to.

“Remember the office party.”

“Fuck… Yeah I forgot.”

“Ehh don't worry, so did I. But I think I’m just gonna stay home and re-read something.”

“Weirdo,” you said as you ran your fingers through his hair and messed it up. Somehow, just somehow, your heart wasn't beating 20 times fast almost causing you to fall dead on the spot. But instead you were just having fun and laughing. With Spencer. Spencer Reid. Dr. Spencer Reid. Someone you’ve had a crush on for a year.

“Do you like the Holidays?”

“Yeah, of course. I mean, it was the only holiday that I looked forward to when I was a child. Still now too I guess. Which is highly concerning, but we’re not gonna talk about that.”

He chuckled. “You’re funny Y/N,”

“I know.” You said as you smirked.

You looked around at everything that was going on. Kids running around and people drinking hot chocolate. Other people watching the carolers sing, and others kissing under the mistletoe. One person though couldn't stop staring. They couldn't stop staring at you. They looked at your magnificent hair and melted. They looked into your eyes and watched them shine. And heard a baby laugh for the first time every time you talked or laughed.

“What about you Spence?”

“Huh?”

“You like the holidays?”

“Yeah,”

“Well, why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you like the holidays?”

“Because of mistletoe,”

“Because of what?”

You were cut off by his hand cuffing your face. I took you a moment to realize what was happening, but once you did, you melted in. You put your hands in his hair and pulled a little. The kiss was aggressive for a public kiss but you soon eased it up due to the fact that this was happening in public. You broke apart due to the fact that breathing exists. And smiled into each other's lips.

“I said… because of mistletoe.”

“Screw you Spencer Reid.”

“You wish.”

“Really, cuz that didn't look like it.”

“You kissed back.”

“By default,”

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moot tags: (sorry if this annoys you) @blakeprentiss​, @lizziechase​, @goldenxreid​

[returnsandreturns]

Hello again, I hope you are doing ok! I got my parents to vote by mail instead of in person and we are filling out our ballots today. If you want to write, something on the feeling of each other’s hands? You are amazing as always, and I love seeing you on my dash 💜

this is only sort of inspired by your prompt but....(also thank you <333) 

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Foggy takes Matt’s hand to pull him up from where he’s sprawled out, a little drunk and a lot tired, on their floor, and notices the callouses as soon as Matt tightens his fingers and stands up.

“. . .do you play guitar?” he asks. 

“Oh,” Matt says, surprised. “Kind of. How did you know?” 

The most accurate answer is that he got a handjob from a guy who played guitar last semester but a simple, “Callouses,” is probably best for Matt’s sensibilities. 

“Oh, right,” Matt says. “I haven’t played in awhile. I’ve never had my own guitar, I’ve just used them when they’ve been around.” 

“I have a guitar!” Foggy says, too enthusiastically, his MAYBE I CAN MAKE MATT HAPPY alarms ringing loud in his head. 

“Do you?” Matt asks, smiling. 

“I thought it would make me cool in high school,” Foggy says, “but I didn’t want to be cool as much as I didn’t want to learn how to play guitar so it’s just been sitting in my closet at home for years. I can get it for you.” 

“You don’t have to,” Matt says, which is Matt’s response to being offered anything but Foggy has more or less learned how to tell when he actually wants something. 

“I wanna hear your tunes, dude,” Foggy says. “I’m going to hang out with my mom this weekend, anyway. You should come and let her feed you. She’s obsessed with you.” 

“I don’t think your mom is obsessed with me,” Matt says, laughing.

“Obsessed,” Foggy says. “I can guarantee can I adopt my unimpressive son’s charming adult friend is in her Google history somewhere. Also, if you come, we’ll get, like, ten times the amount of leftovers sent back with us and be free of the dining hall food for the rest of the week.”

Matt’s quiet for a long moment before he nods, solemnly. 

“Okay,” he says. “I’m in.” 

*

“Your mom is really nice,” Matt says, a little helplessly, holding onto Foggy’s elbow as they walk upstairs to his room after an afternoon baking cookies with his mom, who hugged Matt so tightly when they got there that it made him blush for, like, half an hour.

“She’s pretty cool,” Foggy agrees, opening the door to his room and going in first to kick anything on the floor out of the way. “Okay, there’s a clear path to my bed straight ahead if you want to grab a seat. I’ll find the guitar.” 

“I should probably warn you that I only know how to play, like, hymns,” Matt says, hesitantly, walking forward to find Foggy’s bed before settling down on the edge. “And maybe a Beatles song.” 

“Hey, I love a Beatles song,” Foggy says, pushing boxes aside until he can finally grab the cheap acoustic guitar from the back of his closet, dusting it off as much as he can with a stray t-shirt before he hands it off to Matt. “Alright, all yours.” 

He sits down at his desk chair, turning it around to watch Matt orient himself, strumming once before he makes a face and starts tuning it. Foggy shouldn’t get so much joy out of just watching Matt do stuff but his concentration face is really cute and that’s not Foggy’s fault.

“Okay,” Matt murmurs. “Let me see what I remember.” 

Matt plays a few stray chords and then cautiously plays “Blackbird,” which Foggy doesn’t recognize until Matt starts singing because Matt starts singing. He’s not great but soft and sweet, rough around the edges, and Foggy’s so stunned that he doesn’t realize that Matt’s stopped until Matt says, “Uhm. . .was that okay?” 

“Yeah,” Foggy whispers, then shakes his head. “I mean, that was. It was. Yeah.” 

“. . .you can tell me if I suck,” Matt says, laughing and sitting the guitar down beside him. “It won’t hurt my feelings.”

“You don’t suck,” Foggy says. “You’re. . .god, Matt, you’re amazing.” 

“Okay, I’m definitely not amazing. . .” Matt starts.

“Not the guitar,” Foggy interrupts him. “I mean, it was good but I meant. . .everything about you. You’re amazing. I think I might be more obsessed with you than my mom is.”

Well, that was something he never, ever planned to say out loud. 

". . .forget I said that,” he says, weakly, considering lying down on the floor and never getting up. “I liked your song.” 

“. . .can I teach you something?” Matt asks, smiling when Foggy looks up again. “Come over here.” 

Foggy’s shaking but he tries to be cool as he sits down next to Matt and takes the guitar, holding it how Matt shows him and almost swallowing his tongue when Matt makes a soft noise and moves to sit behind Foggy instead, pressing up carefully against his back and putting his arms around him to adjust his position. 

“Matt?” he asks.

Matt’s breath is warm on his face when he presses a quick kiss to Foggy’s cheek. 

“I’ll show you how to play a D,” he says, like he didn’t just change everything, chin resting on Foggy’s shoulder as he moves Foggy’s fingers. “That’ll be easy.” 

[lilacyennefer]

Blackbird

A/N: I had some really rough weeks behind me, and they're still not over, so I needed my comfort character more than anything, and this is how this little story was born. I hope you guys like it :) I didn't proof read it, so ignore the mistakes.

Fun fact: Blackbird by The Beatles is actually one of Raleigh's favorite songs :')

warning: none, it’s just pure fluff

(again, I’m using a picture from my instagram)

You never knew how appropriate it was to mention something you saw in the Drift, especially when you knew your Drift partner for only a few days. 

Because Raleigh and You only knew each other for a few days, but in that few days, you drifted together many times, so this means that you knew each other more than anyone did. 

And when you first drifted together, you heard a song, but you never mentioned it to Raleigh, or anyone else for that matter, because it wasn’t anyone’s business. 

But you couldn’t get the song out of your head.

You caught yourself humming the song under the shower, or when you were walking in the corridors of the Shatterdome.

Once you even started singing it accidentally when you were with Raleigh, and that was the first time you talked about his favourite song, and the last time. 

One day Mako and you decided to sneak out of the Shatterdome, and visit the local flea market that Mako had discovered a while ago. 

She needed to get away from the Shatterdome so you agreed to go.

It took you a whole hour to get to the market, and several hours until you finished checking everything. 

You were about to leave the place when you saw an older man selling vinyls, and one particular vinyl caught your attention.

“Mako, wait!” You yelled at her before you quickly rushed over to the man. 

You greeted the lovely old man with a smile, then you took the vinyl into your hands.

It said:

Blackbird — The Beatles 

Raleigh’s favourite song.

“How much?” You ask the old man.

After he gave you the price, you gladly paid for it all excitedly.

“How do you plan to play that?” Mako asks you.

You shrug “I’m gonna get a vinyl player.” 

And you did. 

You didn’t go back to the Shatterdome from the market, instead you found an electronic store, and bought a vinyl player. 

And now, when you had everything, all excited, you went back to the Shatterdome.

“Have you seen Raleigh?” You ask Herc when you’re back in the Jaeger Base. 

“He’s at the LOCCENT with Tendo.” Herc answers as you rush by him.

“What the hell do you have there, lass?” Herc asks you, pointing at the big box you carry.

“A surprise!” You answer excitedly as you run towards the LOCCENT.

“Raleigh!” You say immediately as you reach the communication center, making both Tendo and Raleigh look at you. 

You move so quickly as you run up to Raleigh, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

“I have a surprise for you!” You tell him.

“Can I steal him for a long moment?” You turn towards Tendo who just smiles at the two of you.

It was an open secret that you and Raleigh got closer after drifting together, but no one said anything about it, and you didn’t say anything about it to anyone. 

“He’s yours.” Tendo says and you let out a little noise from being so excited.

“What’s up with you?” Raleigh asks you as you particularly drag him to his room by his hand.

“I have a gift for you!” You reply, only looking at him when he stops? 

“A gift?” Raleigh asks, surprised.

“Yes.” You smile at him.

“Is it lingerie?” Raleigh smirks at you. 

You let out a small chuckle “Not that kind of gift.” You step closer to him “But you gonna love it regardless.” You say before you peck his lips sweetly, then keep walking to his room, a room that you share. 

When you reach his room, you open the door and push Raleigh inside, who can’t help but laugh at your enthusiasm. 

“So, um.” You start, suddenly feeling really shy. “Mako and I sneaked out to the flea market today, that much you already know, and I found something that I think you’ll love.” You mumble “Or at least, hopefully, you’ll appreciate the gesture.” 

You don’t know from where your sudden nervousness came from, especially since you shared your mind with Raleigh not once, and he shared his with yours. 

Raleigh seeing your nervousness, he takes your face in his hands and leans down to kiss you, softly first, but it turns into a heated kiss very quickly. 

“So, the gift.” Raleigh says after he pulled away from you, your eyes are still closed as you’re enjoying the pleasant feeling that you feel after your kiss.

“Hmm, your what?” you ask him.

“What you bought to me?” 

“Oh, right!” Your eyes snap open, you completely forgot about his gift. 

Raleigh Becket, and the effect he has on you. 

“First thing first.” You say as you take your bag off of your shoulder “Close your eyes.” 

Raleigh raises his eyebrows, but he closes his eyes without a question. You put the box down on the floor so you can take the vinyl out of your bag, and you hold it in front of you so he can see the cover. 

“Okay, open your eyes.” You say softly. 

You watch Raleigh open his eyes, and his face has confusion on it first, but after only a few seconds, his expression changes into something else. 

You don’t quite know what it is, it’s a mixture of excitement, surprise, love, and he’s clearly moved by the vinyl you’re holding.

“We talked about it once, and ever since we drifted for the first time and I heard this song in your memories, I couldn’t get it out of my head. And I know how much it means to you, so when I saw it, I had to get it for you.”

Raleigh still doesn’t say anything as he’s looking at The Beatles vinyl in your hand, but he runs his hand over his face, and that’s when you see that he has tears in his eyes.

“I thought you’d like it.” You whisper “It’s ancient technology, but it’s the original.” 

Raleigh shakes his head and takes the vinyl from you, he takes a good look at it before he wraps his other arm around you while he still holds the vinyl, and he hugs you so close you think you’re gonna suffocate, but you don’t care because you just made your love, your best friend, your soulmate, happy. 

“This is the best thing anyone ever got to me.” Raleigh whispers, his voice is thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.”

“I have a good idea.” You mutter against his chest “You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and you mean the whole universe to me.”

You stand there, arms around each other for a very long time, before Raleigh pulls away.

“What’s in the box?” He asks you as he wipes his tears into his sweater. 

“A vinyl player.” You shrug.

“A vinyl player?” Raleigh asks you shocked.

“Yeah, well, how would we play the vinyl otherwise?” 

“I thought it was just, you know, a decoration.”

“Nah.” You smile at him “That would be too simple.”

Then Raleigh and you started to unbox the player and put it together so you could use it. 

And Raleigh wasn’t hesitating, once it was ready, he put the vinyl on, and the room was filled with the song.

You look up at Raleigh and smile at him, who’s been watching you the whole time, love and appreciation is written all over his face.

“I’m not big into dancing.” He starts as he reaches his hand out to you “But I do want to dance with you right now.”

You take his hand and Raleigh pulls you close to his strong body, you can feel the heat radiating from him as you start slow dancing in your small room at the Hong Kong Shatterdome.

None of you moved to the music, you were just swinging from one side to the other, but it didn’t matter, because the only thing that mattered that you found your soulmate, the person who means the whole world for you, in the middle of an apocalypse.

You found each other in a hopeless time, and gave each other a future.

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[salt-warrior]

Ok I know you said you aren’t really a fan of gen 2 or otp children but just hear me out on this one. Kai and cinder singing blackbird by the Beatles to their child before bed. 😍😊

You master manipulator you. You used one of my favorite things against me... I respect that. I hope you enjoy this shot<3

Blackbird

Summary: Kai and Cinder sing ‘Blackbird’ to their kid. (WC: 1.3k)

Kai heaved a sigh as he left his meeting, checking his port even as he meandered out into the hall. He let out a curse when he saw the time, picking up his pace and rushing to the royal suite, all the while Torin’s voice echoed in his head: royals never rush. But Kai had never been particularly good at following that rule.

He didn’t run, but one couldn’t exactly call whatever he was doing walking. He absolutely despised being late for bedtime, though he seemed to be missing it more and more lately. Of course he adored his country— would do just about anything for it— but sometimes he wished he could hit the pause button on the world’s issues and just spend time with his wife and son.

As Kai approached his son’s room, he heard the quiet hum of voices. He leaned against the doorway, listening as Cinder whispered the closing lines of Rikan’s favorite picture book, and couldn’t help but close his eyes and revel in the sound of it all. After attending meeting after meeting full of people arguing continuously about different issues in the world, there was something so comforting in the soft lull of a storyteller's voice and the gentle breathing of a child.

“...And they lived happily ever after, the end,” Cinder concluded, setting her port aside.

Kai walked into the room, smiling as he took in Cinder kissing the top of Rikan’s black-haired head. It was strange how much he resembled Kai, even at three years old, all the way down to the striking copper of his eyes.

“Daddy!” Rikan cheered, his eyes landing on Kai.

“Hey, Ri,” Kai grinned, kissing Cinder on the cheek and wandering over to the other side of the bed. He settled in against his son, pulling him close in a hug. They were one big royal family sandwich— just the way Kai liked it. “Did mommy read you a story?”

“Yeah,” Rikan said, nodding his head rigorously and scratching at his nose in the absent-minded way only a child could do. “There was a dragon.”

“Oh, you know it’s a good story when there’s a dragon,” Kai replied. He reached his arm around Rikan and absentmindedly began to play with Cinder’s hair. She leaned into his touch.

“We were just about to go to bed,” Cinder said, giving Kai a pointed look over their son’s head.

“Mommy’s gonna sing a song,” Rikan smiled mischievously. “Backbird.”

“Or really?” Kai smirked, to which Cinder sent him an annoyed glare.

“Torin introduced him to some second era music today and for some reason he really took to this band from the United Kingdom called The Beatles,” Cinder explained. In the time since he'd learned to walk and talk, Rikan had taken to following Torin around the palace, which, to his credit, the old advisor didn’t much mind. But being the busy man he was and believing that ports should not be given to young children, Torin preferred to share old music with the young prince. “You probably know a few of their songs— ‘Here Comes the Sun’ was written by them. You know, that song that they used for pro-lunar integration? Anyways, Ri really likes this one called 'Blackbird.'”

“Backbird,” Rikan repeated cheerily.

“I know the Beatles,” Kai exclaimed, blinking rapidly. Cinder stared, tilting her head to the side. “I mean, I grew up following Torin around too,” Kai explained. “My mom loved them as well, though she was more of a ‘Golden Slumbers’ kind of person. But I remember ‘Blackbird.’”

“Will you sing Backbird, daddy?” Rikan asked, eyes wide as he stared up at his father.

“Oh, um–”

“Yeah, dad, why don’t you sing ‘Blackbird’ for us,” Cinder grinned, trying not to laugh.

“Alright then,” Kai said, swallowing sharply. “Settle in, and mommy and I will sing ‘Blackbird’ to you.” Kai sent Cinder a wink, to which she rolled her eyes.

Rikan laid back against his pillows, shutting his eyes briefly before staring up at his parents with an expectant look in his eyes. Cinder turned out the lights, leaving them in near darkness, with only dim illumination coming from the hall. Both parents snuggled in on either side of Rikan and Cinder gently traced her right index finger over their son’s face in the way that always seemed to lull him to sleep.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

Kai began, his voice wavering just slightly. He’d never been a particularly good singer, despite finding joy in the act. Though she would never admit it, Cinder had an excellent voice— one that Kai always yearned to listen to. It was almost strange how wondrous her voice was. It was almost sad that she rarely sung, though perhaps that made the rare occasions in which she did that much more magical.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Rikan heaved a great sigh— the kind that only those who had fallen in the traps of sleep or dangled close above could breathe. Kai smiled down at him, then looked up at Cinder. Her eyes were dreamy and far away, and Kai was surprised to see that her mouth was open, prepared to sing the next verse. Kai placed his hand on her cheek.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Kai couldn’t help the soft sigh that escaped him as his wife sang, or the sudden spread of warmth throughout his chest. And somehow, he found himself singing the chorus with her, his weaker voice soft below hers, but somehow beautiful; the charm of her voice only adding to his, rather than outshining it.

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly

Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly

Into the light of the dark black night.

Cinder caressed Rikan’s face one final time, then leaned down and kissed his forehead. Kai followed, brushing the locks of hair out of his son’s face. The pair got up and walked to the door, hand in hand as they watched Rikan.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

Cinder sang, her voice almost a whisper. Kai wrapped his arm around her from behind, kissing her just below her jaw. He joined in on the next line, his words brushing against her ear.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Slowly, the pair backed out of the room.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

They glanced at one another at the click of the door, and suddenly, Kai was sucked back into the moment that he had first met her all those years ago, despite her finer clothes and the years she had gained. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her with a love that never seemed to die. And when they broke apart, still holding one another close, he whispered the final line of the song in her ear.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

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[let-me-luve-you]

12 Days. 13 Gifts.

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: Jensen has a surprise for you on Christmas day and he hides it through the 12 Days of Christmas.

Warnings: mentions of smut, making out, pure fluff, talks of religion because of the songs meaning, umm I think that’s it but if there is more and I missed it please let me know since I wrote this over a week.

Word Count: 6527

A/N: I know that the 12 Days of Christmas technically start on Christmas day and go on until the new year, but I did it before Christmas and have it end on Christmas. This kind of got a mind of its own once I started writing it. I didn’t plan for it to be this long but once I started writing, the words just flowed. I looked up the meanings on my own. I tried to keep most of the religion out of it so people would be comfortable reading it so I briefly mention the meaning and then make it what Jensen thinks of the reader. I didn’t proof read this so if there are mistakes, I’m sorry. This took me days to write with a 4 day break in-between due to working 14 hour days. I hope you guys enjoy.

@spnchristmasbingo​

MASTERLIST

SPN Christmas Bingo 2020

Jensen was away filming Supernatural. They decided to do an extra episode before winter break so they wouldn’t have to come back until February. You missed him like crazy, but you were just grateful you were to get a little bit more time with him in the new year.

You worked for Gen so you were able to spend a lot of time with someone that understood missing their significant other. You also loved spending time with the little ones and helping Gen with her and Jared’s three children.

You were sitting at home doing some housework when you heard the doorbell. You made your way down the stairs to the front door of yours and Jensen’s shared home. You looked through the peephole and saw a delivery truck leaving the driveway. You opened the door and saw a small box.

Taking the box to the kitchen, you opened it and saw a tree shaped box full of plastic pears and one partridge in the middle. You pulled the box out and set it on the table. You looked back into the bigger box and found a note. You started reading,

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me... a partridge in a pear tree.

I’m sorry I’m not there to join in the Christmas decorations and Christmas activities. I can’t wait to come home and see how beautiful your decorating is. Save some decorating and activities for me. I love you and can’t wait to see you.

J<3

You smiled as you looked pack over to the present your boyfriend gave you. You walked over to the table you weren’t going to decorate because you were going to use it for the buffet on Christmas day when all yours and Jensen’s families come. You set up the box to lean against the wall so people can see it when they come over. You laid the note in front of it, preparing to save it for the rest of your life.

The next day, you had gone out with Gen and the boys to a local farm. Gen was doing a piece on a healthier lifestyle and where it starts. You had your camera with you getting pictures of Tom, Shep, and Odette interacting with each other while they did the activity the tour guide set up. Soon Gen joined them and you grabbed pictures of that too. After getting the pictures you needed, you put your camera up. Gen took that opportunity to ask you about the package Jensen left for you.

“Did he really send you a gift based on the 12 days of Christmas?” Gen asked.

“Yeah. I was so surprised. I had talked to him that morning and he didn’t let anything on that he was sending something.” You replied. Smiling to yourself as you thought about the thoughtful gift from Jensen.

“Do you think you’ll get the other eleven days?” She asked genuinely.

“I’m not sure.” You said. The kids looked tired and came over asking if it was time to go home. “I guess I’ll find out when I get home.” You laughed as you put Tom on your back and then picked up Odette as Gen picked up Tom. All three kids drained of any energy.

After helping Gen take the kids in, you said your goodbye and headed back to the house. When you pulled in the garage you noticed a package on the front porch. You eagerly walked from the garage to the front door to get the package. Walking back to the kitchen, you cut open the box and saw two turtle doves with their heads touching. You picked them up to admire the beauty of the glass piece. You gently set it down on the counter and looked in the box for the second note.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me... two turtle doves.

Did you know turtle doves symbolize friendship and love and you are supposed to give it to a special person? And as long as both of us keep our turtle doves, we will be friends forever? You’re my best friend so I give the other one to you. Mine is attached to yours so we can keep them safe. I plan on staying best friends for life so don’t lose yours. I love you baby. See you soon.

J<3

You happily picked up the two turtle doves and the note and smiled as you set them next to the pear tree. You grabbed your phone and texted him “safe and sound. Love you.” Jensen quickly replied back with the heart eyes emoji.

You loved your gifts so far. You loved that the note explained what it symbolizes. You didn’t know that, you just knew the song. You hoped you would get more incite on the other days as well. That is, if you get more packages.

The next day, you were editing Gen’s photos when the doorbell rang. You weren’t expecting anyone so you assumed it was a package. You quickly hopped up from the computer and ran to the front door. You were already wearing a giant smile. As you opened the door you saw three giant boxes. You gently brought them into the foyer of the house. Too big and too heavy to move throughout the house. You opened the box that was labeled “box one.” You saw a giant iron french hen in the box as well as a note on top.

You grabbed the note and set it on the table by the door. You decided to pull out the french hen to see what it looked like. You looked it over and noticed Faith was engraved in the side.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me... three french hens.

Faith. Hope. Love. These are what the three french hens represent. I have faith in us. I hope you’ll love me for the rest of your life. And I love you more than words can describe.

Also sorry these are so big. I couldn’t find smaller ones. I figured these would look good in the yard.

J<3

You laughed at his little p.s. note. You went to put the note on the table with the rest. You grabbed the first hen and took it outside. You decided that putting them next to the walkway would be the best place until you get out the spring yard decorations.

Another day at home called for deep cleaning the guest rooms and the guest bathrooms. Only your parents and Jensen’s were staying at the house. Both of your siblings and their families were going to be staying at a hotel.

You had been cleaning for hours. You wanted a break and it seemed like fate wanted me to have a break too. Just as you were walking to the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Walking to the front door to get day four of gifts, you opened it and grabbed the package. You finished your walk to the kitchen and set the box on the counter. You walked to the fridge to grab some water before returning to the package. Today, you were tired, so you were a little slower on opening the package.

Once you had the box open, you saw a statue of four black birds. There was a button located on the side. You pressed it, kind of scared of what sounds it was going to make. You laughed as you heard a variety of bird sounds. You looked for the note and pulled it out of the box.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... four calling birds.

I did my research for this one and not much is on it. There are a lot of representations. Anyways, here are some blackbirds to join the collection that I hope you’re keeping. I love you. See you a lot sooner than you know.

J<3

You laughed at his note, just picturing him struggling to find the significance of the calling birds. You did as you had done before and set the statue and the note down next to the previous gifts. You smiled at your little collection you had built. You just knew this was going to be something you set up every year at Christmas. Notes and all.

The following day at the Padalecki house, you were helping decorate the tree with the boys and Odette while Gen went to get last minute Christmas gifts. You let the kids decorate it while you took photos. You were trying not to laugh as you noticed only the bottom half of the tree decorated. You prayed that Gen and Jared would leave it like that.

You heard the garage door and assumed it was Gen coming home. You laughed as Tom and Shep argued over where the reindeer ornament went. Odette walked towards the box of ornaments but stopped short and looked at something behind you.

“DADDY!” She yelled as you turned around to see Jared standing there with a smile on his face. He dropped his bag and bent down to pick up his daughter.

“Hey baby girl. Having fun decorating the tree?” He asked. She nodded her head and smiled at Jared. “Are you guys being good for Y/N?” All three answered yes in unison. You laughed.

“Have a good trip?” You asked him as he set Odette down. She ran off to join her brothers again.

“I did. Jay’s at home. I know you haven’t seen him in a while.” He said as he walked over to give you a hug and a kiss on the head. “Why don’t you go home? I can take over from here. I may be needed for the branches they can’t reach.” You both laughed as you looked at the naked top of the tree.

“Thanks Jare. Has Gen talked to you about coming to dinner tomorrow night?” You asked as you packed up your camera.

“She did. We figured we could come a little early to help out with whatever.”

“You can come early but you aren’t allowed to help.” You laughed as he frowned. “I have most of the decorations up. The rest are left for Jensen to do tonight. I just want some good ole family time. I haven’t seen you in forever and I know the kids want to see their Uncle Jensen.”

“We love Uncle Jensen!” Shep yelled.

“Is he here?” Tom asked.

You shook your head no. “No T, he’s not. But you will see him tomorrow. If you’re good for your parents tonight and tomorrow, I’ll have some cookies for you guys to decorate after dinner.” All three yelled in celebration.

“We’ll be good. Promise.” Shep said as he ran over to give you a hug. “Bye aunt Y/N. Love you.”

“Love you to Sheppy. I’ll see all of you tomorrow.” You said as you smiled at Jared and made your way to your car.

The drive to your house was short seeing as Jensen and Jared wanted to live close to each other. When you drove up, you didn’t see a package on the porch. You did smile though when you saw Jensen’s car in his spot in the garage. You walked into the house to see five small boxes on the coffee table with Jensen sitting on the couch next to them.

You ran over and hugged Jensen’s neck hard. “I missed you so much. Did you have a good flight?”

Jensen dug his head into your neck. You heard a mhmm as a response before you felt a kiss on your neck. He pulled back and gave you a soft kiss on your lips. “I missed you baby.” He kissed you again. “Can’t wait to spend the break with you and only you.”

“You do realize in a week's time we will have a full house of people.” You laughed. He shrugged before smirking at you. He turned to look at the gifts laying on the coffee table. You hopped off his lap and sat next to him, reaching for the boxes.

You picked them up and realized they were ring boxes. You opened it up to see a gold ring with a goldfinch bird on it. You pulled it out to observe it. Jensen was observing you. You had a huge smile on your face. You quickly opened all of the boxes and saw each ring was similar but the bird was positioned differently on each.

“These are beautiful Jense. Now where’s my note?” You asked eagerly. Jensen laughed as he handed it to you before he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... five golden rings.

The golden rings represent the yellow rings around a pheasant’s neck or a pretty little bird known as a goldfinch. A goldfinch symbolizes the importance of positivity, the value of happiness, and the simplicity in life. You are the most positive, happiest, and simplest person I have ever met. I am lucky to know you. You are my goldfinch. I love you.

J<3

You smiled at Jensen before you grabbed the rings and walked to the table that was holding all of the other gifts. You laid the note in front of it. You smiled as you looked over the four days worth of gifts that were in front of you. Jensen wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“I love how you have it set up. I love where you put the hens.” He kissed your temple and squeezed you tighter.

“This is such a great idea. I love the thought you’ve put into it.” You turned in his arms. You placed one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek pulling him towards your lips. You placed a loving kiss on his lips before looking into his eyes. “Thank you for this. I love it.” Jensen smiled at you before he pulled you back into a kiss.

The next morning you woke to the smell of food. Jensen was sitting next to you with a tray full of breakfast food.

“What's all this?” You asked as you sat up.

“You’ve been doing so much around the house, plus working for Gen and helping her with the kids, I thought it's just a small thing I could do for you. And your cooking dinner tonight, so you deserved to spend the morning being pampered.” Jensen said softly. “I also have your sixth gift.”

He handed you a box. You opened it up and saw a glass goose. After picking it up you saw a glass nest with glass eggs in them. You gently put the goose back in the box and pulled out the note.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... six geese a laying.

It may not be six geese, but this is a cool one. The laying of eggs represents life and creation. Together we have created a life. A life that I love and never want to leave. The only way it changes is for the better. I love you.

J<3

You smiled at the note before putting it back in the box. You set the box on the ground before turning to Jensen. “I love the life we’ve built and I love you.” You said as you leaned over and kissed him.

It was day seven already. Jensen had spent most of the day in the garage with Jared, building furniture and toys for the kids Christmas. You had spent most of the day cleaning and prepping for the families to arrive in two days. While cleaning in the living room, you heard both boys come in and go into the kitchen. Jensen came out of the kitchen drinking water and came over to give you a hug.

“Want to open the seventh day?” Jensen asked.

“Is Dean the best Winchester?” You asked back.

“Hey now!” You heard Jared scoff. You looked up to see him leaning against the wall. You laughed when you saw his annoyed face. “What are you doing?”

“Jensen is giving me the 12 Days of Christmas?” You said with a big smile on your face. You walked over to the table and waved Jared over. Jared walked over to see all the gifts. “Jackles, you did this on your own?” He said, shocked.

“Yeah, I did. Don’t sound so surprised. I’m a romantic.” Jensen said while hugging you from behind. He pulled back and went to grab the box from the garage. He set it town on the dining room table. You quickly opened it and saw a big gold swan with six slightly smaller ones around it. You gently set it down and looked for the note.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me... seven swans a-swimming.

Purity. Beauty. Grace. Love. Elegance. You might think I’m talking about you, but really I’m talking about what a swan represents. You are the swan of my life. You are so pure, beautiful, graceful, full of love and elegance. In the world we live in, we need more of you, but I’m glad I have you. Never change my love. I love you.

J<3

You looked up from the note to see Jensen setting the swans on the table next to the other. You walked over and set the note next to the swan. You grabbed Jensen by his cheeks and turned his face towards you. You squeezed his cheeks and gently laid a kiss on his lips.

“You’re the real swan of this relationship. I love you.” You whispered. Jared watching his two best friends with warm eyes.

“Did you just call me a bird?” Jensen joked before kissing you again. You laughed and pulled away. You heard Jared laugh as well. You turned to the big moose.

“I didn’t think I would get all of these since he started this before he came home.” You said to Jared. You turned to Jensen, “This is literally the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“It’s only getting better.” Jensen said. You smiled. I’m going to start dinner. Jared you’re welcome to stay and Gen and the kids are welcome to join if you’d like?”

“I would love too, but Gen is actually making stew for dinner. Thanks for the invite though.” He smiled at you as he sat on the couch.

“Well you’re welcome anytime.” You said as you hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek. He grabbed your arm and gave it a squeeze and a pat before you let go. You walked out of the room and to the kitchen.

Jensen sat next to his brother and sat there for a second before he spoke.

“Is everything ready to go for Friday night?” Jensen asked.

“Yup. I’ll let the photographer in the back gate at 6:30. He said to give him 15 minutes to get stuff set up. I told him where you were going to be standing so make sure you stand there. Families know what’s happening and promise to keep it a secret. Gen picked up the ring the other day and I will give it to you when I get here Friday afternoon.” Jared said.

“Perfect. I really appreciate the help with all of this. You and Gen both. I don’t think I could pull off the proposal and the 12 Days of Christmas without you.” Jensen said sincerely.

Jared slapped Jensen on the back before standing up, “I’ll always do anything for you. Plus I’m happy you’re finally proposing. The two of you deserve each other and deserve to be happy.” He started walking towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow man. I’m going to go have a lazy night with my wife and kids.”

Jensen smiled at his friends and followed him to the door. Once he saw that Jared was in his truck, he shut and locked the door. He walked into the kitchen to talk with you while you cooked dinner.

Monday morning came too fast. Thankfully Gen gave you the week off. She said if she needed pictures taken, Jared could do it. You woke expecting to spend time with your husband, but he was gone. You walked to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter

Jared called for a morning run. Be back for lunch. Love you.

You smiled and decided you would make a full lunch and you could order out for dinner. You pulled out the ingredients for your favorite meal. You prepped the food within ten minutes before throwing it in the oven for three hours. You would make the rolls and salad when it was closer to lunch.

You decided today would be a lazy day of watching movies and casually wrapping Christmas presents for yours and Jensen’s family. When Jensen said he would be coming home from filming later than normal, you used your free time to wrap his presents so he couldn’t snoop. His presents were already under the tree.

You pushed the coffee table towards the love seat to create room for wrapping. You then went to the closet and got all the presents out and the wrapping paper. After setting everything down, you went down to the office to get the scissors and tape. Finally you were able to sit down and relax and wrap. You decided to watch all of the classic Christmas movies while you were wrapping since you hadn’t really seen any this year.

When Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer ended, you decided to put Frosty the Snowman on next. Jensen walked in right when it started and he was holding a box. He smiled at you before he set it down in front of you before sitting next to you.

You ripped open the box to see eight maids milking a cow. You noticed the tail was curled like you could hold it and then you realized that it had a small hole on top.

“This is so cute that it might get used all year round.” You said looking at the piece that was made to hold milk or cream for coffee or tea. Jensen smiled at you and then handed you the note. “Oh my favorite part.” You beamed.

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... eight maids a milking.

In the 15th and 16th century in England, “lets go-a-milking” meant “let’s get married.” One day I want to go-a-milking. I want to see you walk down that aisle to our forever. I love you so much.

J<3

You looked up at Jensen with tears in your eyes. He gently put his hand on your cheek and you leaned into his touch.

“This isn’t a proposal, but one day I will. I will give you forever.” He said before leaning in to give you a kiss with so much love.

“And when that day comes, I will say yes to our forever.” You smiled at him.

He smiled at you before he turned to see what you were doing before, “Put me to work so we can have a lazy movie day after lunch.” You laughed and told him to start wrapping.

Tuesday you woke up early. Going straight to the kitchen to start the coffee. You looked at the clock and noticed that it was only six in the morning. You groaned knowing it was going to be a long day, but you had to get things done before family arrived. You pulled out a notepad and pen and started a list for groceries you would need for the time everyone is here. You then made another list for the Christmas food you would need for Christmas Eve night and Christmas lunch and dinner.

You sighed before taking a drink of your coffee. You set it down and laid your head on the counter trying to get motivated to start the day's work. You felt arms wrap around you from behind. You sat up and leaned against your boyfriend.

“Why are you up so early?” He whispered, giving you a gentle kiss on the neck.

“Too much to do. I’m about to go to the grocery store, but I needed a list and coffee first.” You replied.

“Since when is the grocery store open this early?” He asked as he pulled away and got some coffee.

“Since it’s the holidays. I want to go when it opens so it’s not so busy. Not very many show up at 7 am.” You replied. “I just need to go get dressed.”

“Let me finish my coffee and I’ll go with you.” You were about to tell him he didn’t have to when he interrupted you. “No. Don’t say I don’t have to. I want to help. You are putting in so much work so we can host our families for Christmas. Just tell me what to do.” You smiled at him and thanked him before moving back upstairs to change clothes.

Later that afternoon, you started working on prepping food so all you had to do for two dinners and a lunch was to put them in the oven to cook them. Jensen walked into the kitchen before you could truly get started and he dragged you to the table holding the 12 Days of Christmas gifts.

You saw a medium size box and Jensen nodded for you to open it. You pulled out a jewelry box. When you opened it you saw a ballerina and it turned as the music played.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... nine ladies dancing

Today’s part of the song stands for the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit. They stand for love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self control. You are the love of my life and you give me so much love. You give me joy. You bring me peace. You are so patient with me. You give me so much kindness, even when I don’t deserve it. You bring so much good to the world and to me. You have faith in me when I don’t even have faith in myself. You’re gentle with me when I need it. And you have self control to not let your emotions overcome you to where you say or do something you would regret. (I don’t know how you have self control when I’m around though *wink wink*).

I love watching you dance around the kitchen when you cook, the bathroom when you are getting ready, and the living room when you are cleaning. You have danced your way into my heart and I hope you never dance out. I love you baby.

J<3

You walked up and hugged him. “You say all these kind things about me, when these almost match what I think about you.” You said into his chest.

“I can’t even compare to you baby.” He kissed the top of your head. “Okay. Let me help prep food so we can have a calm night. Mom told me they will be here by 10 tomorrow morning. And your dad said they’d be here around lunch. So let’s finish so we can enjoy our little alone time.”

The next morning, you were doing some last minute cleaning before Jensen’s parents arrived. You were cleaning the leftover breakfast dishes when you heard the doorbell. You were about to stop what you were doing when you heard Jensen get it.

“Hey guys.” You heard your boyfriend say to his parents.

“Hi baby. Where’s Y/N?” You heard his mom ask.

“I think she was doing something in the kitchen.” He responded. You heard someone walking towards you and decided to dry your hands and give a proper welcome to his parents.

“Y/N! How have you been?” Donna said as she stepped into the room.

“I’m good Donna. How was the trip?” You asked.

She nodded, “It was good. Is there anything I can help you with dear?”

“I think I’m good for now. Jensen has been a doll and has been helping me with everything. I think now we can go into the living room and talk. My parents should be here shortly.” You said guiding her to the living room.

After an hour of talking, your parents arrived. Your mom and Donna instantly started catching up when your mom turned and saw the table of gifts. She got up and walked over to it which drew Donna’s attention as well.

“What’s all this?” Your mom asked.

“Jensen has been doing the 12 Days of Christmas for me.” You said as Jensen came and wrapped his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the head.

“Well isn’t that sweet and romantic.” Your mom cooed. “Y/N, your dad never did anything like this for me, I know you’ve been dating for a few years, but if I haven’t said it before, he’s a keeper.”

You laughed as Donna agreed. You all decided to go grab lunch. Both sets of parents were catching you up on everything that was happening in their lives and your siblings lives. When you returned from lunch, your parents both went to their rooms to unpack and get comfortable. Jensen took you into the dining room where you saw another box.

When you opened it up, you saw ten leaping men as a tin decoration. You smiled and set it on the other table with the other gifts. You went back to the box and found the note.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... ten lords a leaping

These ten lords a leaping represent the ten commandments. But I have to be honest. I instantly thought about how you leaped your way into my heart. I also thought about how I would leap over mountains and oceans for you. Anything to make sure you are happy and feel loved. I still love you.

J<3

You smiled at Jensen and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He pulled you into him and gave you a heart stopping kiss. One kiss led to another and the next thing you know he has you sitting on the table with him between your legs making out. You had no care in the world. Just enjoying this small moment with your boyfriend. Jensen pulled away and your head jerked to the left when you heard a throat being cleared. Your face burned red when you saw your dad and Alan standing there.

It was finally Christmas Eve. Jensen decided since the house would be full of your siblings and nieces and nephews, he was going to give you your present this morning. He quietly got up and turned off your alarm. He walked down to the garage where he was hiding the presents and got the one labeled day eleven.

He walked back upstairs passing his mom. He stopped and gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her to make herself at home. He walked back towards your shared bedroom. He saw you sleeping so peacefully and he felt bad for waking you, but he wanted you to have this moment. He loved being able to share these few minutes with you. Seeing your eyes light up when you saw the present. He didn’t think it was possible for them to light up anymore than they already were until he saw you read the note. He knew you loved the gifts, but he loved that you loved the hand written notes and thought into what these gifts mean.

Jensen leaned over and kissed your face gently while rubbing your arm. “Come on baby. Open your eyes for me.” He said softly as he watched you try to wake up. You opened your eyes and blinked a few times before looking up at Jensen. “There she is.”

“Hi.” You whispered.

“Hi.” Jensen whispered back before giving you a soft kiss. “I wanted to give you your present before everyone got here. I like having the privacy for it.” You nodded and moved to sit up and lean against the headboard.

Jensen handed you the box. You tiredly smiled at him as you took it. You opened it up and found a medium wooden box. You opened it up and saw eleven wind instruments made out of wood. You smiled admiring the beauty of them. You moved onto the note that was laying in the bigger box.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me... eleven pipers piping

I learned today that eleven is considered an unlucky number because it’s one less than a dozen and one more than the number ten, which apparently is a fan favorite. These pipers stand for the faithful disciples. I hope you take this meaning as knowing I am faithful to you. I would never intentionally do anything to hurt you or to break your heart. I love you.

J<3

You smiled at the note before setting it and the boxes on the bedside table. You pulled Jensen to you and you gave him a lazy kiss while trying to fix his bed head.

“How about you show me how faithful you are before everyone wakes up and the others arrive.” You smirked at him. He lunged at you as you giggled. “It would be my pleasure.”

It was Christmas evening and you had noticed Jensen getting a little bit restless. He had been like that all day. You just thought it was because of all the people in the house, but when Jared showed up he got even more antsy. A little after six, you decided to pull him aside.

“Jense, come here.” You said waving him towards the stairs. You led him to the bedroom and sat him on the bed. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You’ve just been restless all day. You almost look nervous.” You said rubbing your finger over the frown lines on his foreheads.

“I’m fine. Just feel weird having all these people here.” He said leaning up to give you a kiss. He turned to look at the clock on the beside and saw that it was 6:30. He knew Jared was now letting the photographer in the backyard. “Do you want day twelve?” You smiled and nodded.

When Jensen handed you the last box, you ripped it open and found twelve miniature drums stacked on one another. You pulled it out and admired its beauty of different colors. Jensen then picked up the note out of the box and then reached for your hands.

“Come on. I got a surprise for you outside.” You linked your fingers with his and smiled. When you walked through the living room to the backdoor, everyone watched on.

Jensen led you to the middle of the yard under the lights he hung last weekend. You heard music start playing through the outdoor speakers and you looked up to see Jared standing on the porch.

“You kids have fun out here. Just not too much fun.” He said while wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed and turned back to Jensen.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, holding his hand out. You nodded. “You know Y/N/N, you are the one thing in my life that can make me truly happy. There have been plenty of days that have been complete crap and I see you or call you and I instantly feel like I had the best day of my life. You listen to me and give me words of advice and encouragement. You love me when I don’t think I deserve to be loved.”

“You’ll always deserve love, Jense and I will spend the rest of our days reminding you of that.” You said. He smiled. He stopped dancing with you to hand you the last note. He turned you around and wrapped his arms around you. When you started to read it, he let go.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me... twelve drummers drumming

The meaning of this one comes from the Apostles' Creed. I’ll let you look that one up while I tell you what drumming means to me when it comes to you.

You walk to the beat of your own drum. You are the beat of my heart. Your love is a drum and I never want to miss a beat. Now it’s time for your heart to skip a beat in a good way.

I really love you.

J<3

Now turn around baby.

You turned around and gasped when you saw Jensen on one knee holding up a box with a beautiful ring inside.

“Y/N/N baby. I did the 12 Days of Christmas to show you how I see you. To show you what you mean to me. I want to love you for the rest of my life and beyond. I want to be your shoulder to cry on. I want to comfort you when you need it. I want to be part of the reason for that beautiful smile. Will you let me love and care for you for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me Y/N/N?”

You felt tears rush down your face as you smiled.

“Yes. A million times yes Jense.” He smiled and put the ring on your left ring finger. He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up spinning you in circles. You put your hands on his face and leaned down to kiss him. “I love you.” You whispered to him as you stared into his eyes.

You heard cheering from the porch. With Jensen still holding you, you both looked up and smiled at your family.

“It’s about time.” You heard Jared yell as he walked down to hug the two of you. “I’ve had to keep this secret for so long.” “You knew?!” You asked, shocked.

“Jensen planned it all, just needed some assistance so you wouldn’t find out. He knows you don’t like surprises and you don’t like waiting for presents.” Jared said while laughing. You shrugged knowing he was right.

You turned back to Jensen and he wrapped his arms around you. “Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world. I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Ackles.”

You smiled at your fiance before giving him one last kiss. You turned towards the rest of the family that followed Jared. You gave everyone a hug and thanked them as they congratulated the both of you. You saw Jensen talking with your brother and Jared and you smiled at him. Even though you were now making it official, both of you were already a part of each other's families.

This was a Christmas you would never forget.

[chdarling]

Have you got any random headcanons for the characters of TLE? Like just really duuumb stuff you randomly think of in the middle of the night? - u seem like a really cool person by the way :)

Hey, thanks! 😊😎

Random headcanons: Oh boy, oh boy, do I ever.

A lot of them will probably make their way into TLE at one point, so I’ll bite my tongue, but I do have a ton of music-related headcanons that are just kind of silly background info but bring me endless delight:

- I like to imagine that Wizarding pop culture tends to be several decades (centuries?) behind Muggle culture. I also think that Wizard musicians liked to steal from Muggle culture, because who was going to know or care? 🙄 So I imagine the “cutting edge” Wizarding music of the late 1970s sounded an awful lot like the early 1950s, at best. Which is one of the many reasons why Slughorn’s parties sometimes felt so stodgy and silly to Lily.

- I also specifically headcanon Celestina Warbeck sounding like Celine Dion’s cover of “Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” from the Mona Lisa Smile soundtrack. That’s really random and specific but that’s literally what plays in my head whenever Celestina Warbeck comes up in a scene. *Insert Alodie Blunt sobbing into her handkerchief over Certified Buffoon James Potter to the gentle orchestrations of that song here*

- (p.s. I love that soundtrack)

- Sirius Black has a bit of a reputation for being “punk rock”, and though it’s true he gravitated towards that aesthetic (such a wonderful repudiation of his pristine pure-blood upbringing), his actual music taste was incredibly varied. For him, the mere act of loving Muggle music — any Muggle music — was rebellious in and of itself. So at first, he would listen to pretty much anything, much to Lily’s occasional amusement (we don’t speak of the ABBA incident). His discerning taste came…later.

- I think I’ve shared this before, but the song that Sirius plays on the piano during the Black Family Christmas party in TLE1 is Blackbird by the Beatles. :(

- Everyone knew not to talk to Lily when she was sitting alone, wistfully staring out the window, listening to Joni Mitchell. Sirius once casually referred to Joni Mitchell as “that woman who sings like a banshee” and Lily hexed him for it. To this day she is not sorry.

- Remus Lupin unironically enjoyed the Beach Boys. You laugh now, but I’m gonna make you cry over this headcanon later, just you wait 😈

- James was never quite as passionate about Muggle music as his friends. He thought it was charming enough and he loved how excited Lily got when her favorite songs came on the radio, but he didn’t have any great passion for it…until he discovered disco. James Potter fucking loved disco. September by Earth, Wind & Fire was his absolute favorite and he retroactively deemed it his and Lily’s “song.” He sang it with great gusto at any given opportunity (James, bless him, was not a musical talent), and even during the worst moments of the war years, he could always make Lily laugh by coming up behind her and very softly singing into her ear, “Do you remember…” They 100% danced to it at their wedding.

- One of my oldest headcanons: Lily’s favorite lullaby for Harry was “Songbird” by Fleetwood Mac. And I wish you all the love in the world / But most of all, I wish it from myself. Yeah. Think about THAT for a few minutes and try not to cry.

Ok sorry I got carried away (like always). Thanks for the ask and thanks for indulging my endlessly obsessive brain! 💖

[cilldaracailin]

Somebody to Love

Hello my Tumblr Lovelys :)

Hope everyone is well. How lovely are the photos of Taron for his upcoming project Blackbird?

Anywhoo, here is the next part in this series. Thank you so much to all the lovely comments, love and followers. :)

Suze xx

PS the story pictures are back :)

9

“Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.”

Taron was thankful for the softness of the sofa and the warmth of the break room as his body slowly warmed up as he sat. He still longed for a jumper to cover his arms so sat with his arms folded around himself. The pain killers he had been given had definitely eased any little pain he had been previously feeling but he still only had one thing on his mind and that was Robyn. He had been tempted a few times to get up and make himself a coffee but he wasn’t too sure if his stomach was ready for that yet so stayed sitting on the couch. A few staff had come in and out to get a drink and although they glanced his way, acknowledged him with a wave or hello which he returned, other than that they didn’t bother him at all. The peace Andy had given him by letting him in the break room was a dream and he continued to sit on the couch for another while, just sitting with his eyes closed.

After some time, he sat up a little rolling his neck and saw Robyn’s bag beside him on the sofa. A long yawn moved through his body and he looked to his arm to check the time, only then remembering his watch was back in his trailer. Reaching for Robyn’s bag, he routed for his phone and pulled it out. Looking into the screen, the phone unlocked, the brightness hurting his eyes at first. Waiting for his eyes to adjust, he then looked back and found it hard to believe it was near seven in the morning. With no windows in the break room and having left the ambulance in the dark and been inside the hospital since then, he wouldn’t have known if it was bright outside and didn’t think it was so early in the morning. Time still had no meaning to him and he tried to do some quick calculations but it was hard with a foggy head. He figured he really had only been in the hospital for less than four hours. His head was thinking surely that was enough time to find out was wrong with Robyn, to have an answer but he was still waiting.

Needing a quick distraction, he went straight for his gallery, going through his photos one by one, pausing on each one of Robyn, feeling his heart beat a little harder as he scrolled the whole way back to the first time he had ever taken a photo of himself and Robyn together. He still cringed at his bruised face but his wince turned to a small smile as he stared at Robyn’s grin as he kissed her cheek. She had been such a strong rock in his life over the last year and he was always so thankful for her love, sassiness and friendship. Flicking back through his photos, they told their story from the last year and he loved everyone and every minute they had spent together. Stopping at the one from Mari’s birthday, the group one of his family with Robyn, he had to choke back the tears that were so easy to form in his eyes.

Closing the gallery, he pulled up the phone’s keypad. It was still so hard not to contact her mam but had promised the doctor he would wait, so instead he quickly dialled in his own mother’s phone number, hoping she would answer considering it was so early on Saturday morning. The call rang nine times and he closed his eyes as the tenth echoed in his ear, waiting for the voice mail to come through.

“Taron!”

He sat up when he heard his mam’s voice, granted a tired voice, but she had answered the call.

“Hey mam.”

“Love, there isn’t a time difference at the moment, you know that right?”

“Yeah mam I know.”

“And I always love to hear from you.”

“Mam…”

“But Taron it is near half seven in the morning on a Saturday.”

“Robyn in the hospital mam. She was brought in by ambulance because she was fell and hit her head and was unconscious and I am waiting to hear how she is.” Saying the words out loud were so incredibly hard and he couldn’t help the whimper that followed. He sat forward on the couch, his head in his free hand.

“Taron, love…” Tina could hear her son breaking down and sat up in the bed, feeling Guy move as he woke up, sitting behind her. “Oh Taron.”

Holding himself so strong while having had no one to talk and being alone had been hard for him, on hearing his mam’s voice, on finally saying the words out loud that Robyn was in hospital, Taron’s whole body shook silently as his anxiety drove down on him. He had never been more desperate for a hug, for someone just to wrap their arms around him and comfort him. Being back in a hospital was terrifying and everything had quickly taken a horrible turn for him. His body was shaking again and he was struggling to take some air in.

“Taron I am right here love. You need to breathe for me.”

He gave a nod into the phone but still craved two arms around him. Knowing they weren’t coming any time soon, he had to get himself out of his own panic. Breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, the air quickly circulated around his body and while his head was still in his hand, he could feel himself coming down from his discomfort. His mam kept repeating words of encouragement to him, his step-dad chiming in too. It was only a few seconds but the sudden strike of fear was exhausting and horrible.

“Taron? Taron, love, are you ok? Taron?”

“Mam, yeah.. ok.”

“Take a few more for me love.” Tina had been on the end of the phone with her son like this before and knew he could calm himself down but hated so much not being there with him. The panic attacks normally came from the pressure he put on himself under to get his job perfect but this panic came from a completely different place and she was so scared he wouldn’t be able to get through to him as he cried over the woman he loved so much. “Great Taron. Just one or two more love.”

The coaching from his mam was the best he could have hoped for at the moment and having her encourage and coax him along the way was comforting to him and it had been enough to get in control of his whole body. “Thank you mam.”

“Taron, you ok love?”

“No.” He answered honestly. “Not one bit.” He moved to sit up on the couch, giving his back a stretch. His body had been was crippled with tension and he needed to loosen himself up but it was hard to do so. “Robyn’s in the hospital mam.”

“Tell me what happened.”

Taron talked through the last two days with his mam, detail after detail in his words as he explained everything, even going back to their last weekend together and how she hadn’t been feeling great. When he got to the part of his story about how he got stuck under the water by his belt, the inhale from his mother was loud but he continued to speak, finishing as quick as he could. “And now I am sitting here waiting to find out how she is.”

“I knew some day the under-water work would end in trouble for you. I knew it!” Tina exclaimed.

“Mam I am fine. Had a thorough check over.”

“And Robyn�� again…”

“Yeah I know.” Taron said sadly. “I just haven’t heard anything and I am so worried mam. What if…”

“Taron don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

“Mam…”

“Until you have heard back from Robyn’s doctor, you will not let your mind wander or think the worse. The hospital staff know what they are doing.”

“I know that. It has just been so long since she was wheeled away.”

“Can you ask anyone to find out how she is?”

“I did. They have no news.”

“Ok well as much as I hate to say it, no news is good news and she is in the best place at the moment.” Tina heard the half-choked breath he took. “Taron you know how strong Robyn is. She has been through a lot worse and been in your position too.”

“I doubt she had a full-blown panic attack in the doctors staff room.”

“I do believe she had Richard with her so someone to lean on and talk too. You are alone. Makes it a lot harder and you were awake when you were wheeled away from her. Is there anyone from set who can come and sit with you?”

Taron shook his head. “I don’t want to cause a scene at the hospital.”

“You shouldn’t be alone Taron.”

“Technically I am not…”

“Taron…”

“Being positive mam.”

“I know love. She will ok, back giving you a head massage very soon.”

A tiny smile filled his face. “I haven’t had one of those in so long.”

“She will be back in your arms soon Taron.” Tina looked at Guy who was sitting right beside her, his chin on her shoulder. “Love, do you think maybe you need to have a little conversation with her soon? You two really deserve so much more than, well what you have now.”

A long heavy sigh filled Taron’s lungs as he threw himself back on the couch. “Mam…”

“I just know how you both feel and…” Tina felt a little dig from her husband and she knew she had to change the subject. “When you are with her when she wakes up, give her a huge hug from me ok?”

“Yeah mam I will.”

“Taron why don’t you put your head down, close your eyes, maybe try to get some sleep? You have been awake for an awfully long time. I am sure you are exhausted.”

“No, I want to be ready for when the doctor comes back to me about Robyn.”

“They will wake you love but then I guess the hospital chairs aren’t very comfortable.”

“The doctor who looked after me is letting me wait in their staff room. Wanted to give me some privacy.” He looked up as the door opened and another Doctor walked in, going straight to the coffee pot. “Some fans…” Taron didn’t need to finished the sentence to hear his mother go off on a rant, his whole heart lifting as she threw a few curse words in too. “Mam, mam! It’s ok. One of the nurses gave them a piece of their mind.”

“Well good. The cheek of some people.”

“They thought I was filming.”

“I don’t care what they thought.” Tina fumed.

“Mam, I am perfectly safe in the break room.” He watched the doctor leave as quick as he came in. “No one has come near me. Promise. I am literally just waiting here until I know about Robyn.”

Hearing Robyn’s name softened Tina’s tone and she sighed. “I am sure you will hear soon.”

“Hopefully.” His single word became muffled as he yawned. “Shit I am tired.”

“Love please even close your eyes and rest. Robyn is going to need you when she wakes up.” Tina paused. “You are ok right?”

“Yes mam, I am all good. Like I said, full examination. Just waiting on some chest x-ray results but the doctor is really happy. Better than my last visit to a hospital.” He said quietly.

“You should ring someone and get them to come sit with you. Taron it’s not just being worried about Robyn that has you in knots. I am sure being in the hospital itself had you on edge.”

“It’s not great but I will be ok.”

“Taron…” Tina heard him yawn again and didn’t want to upset him by pestering him some more. “Lay back and get some rest. Close your eyes and try to sleep. Listen to some music. You will be back with her in no time.”

“Thank you mam.”

“Taron chin up, mate.”

“Yeah thanks Guy.” Taron took his phone away from his ear and glanced at the battery. “Mam, as much as I don’t want to stop talking to you, I want to save my battery.”

“Yeah of course, of course Taron. Love, just call me if you need too though ok? I am right here for you.”

“I know mam, thank you.”

“I love you.”

“Love you more.”

Ending the call, Taron dropped the phone on the couch and ran his two hands through his hair, down his face and gave a shiver. While he could feel the warmth and love coming down the phone from his mam and it was needed badly, it couldn’t compare to a proper warm hug. The conversation had been good for him in a way and to have actually said the words out loud definitely helped him come properly to terms with the fact that Robyn was laying in the hospital somewhere. It didn’t mean it was easy to think about though. His mam’s idea suggestion of listening to music was rolling in the back of his head and it was always something he turned too when he was tense.

Picking up Robyn’s bag, he dropped his phone back in and then routed through it, praying she had them in it and he pulled out the wireless earphone case. “Please be in here.” He said out loud to himself opening the case and seeing the two black ear phones inside, he thanked Robyn for her constant need for music at all times. He took out her phone and unlocked it using the code, and went straight for her Spotify. While he had his own favourite playlist and artists he listened too depending on his mood, there was one playlist he really needed to hear right now and it was on Robyn’s phone. Fixing the ear pods in, he pressed them on and he clicked play on the first song and a sweet gentle melody filled his ears. Looking to his right, there was a cushion at the arm rest of the chair that looked like a good place to rest his head for a while. He kicked off the white shoes and laying on his right side, curled up as small as he could to keep his heat in, keeping Robyn’s phone in his hand in front of his face. He made sure her bag was behind his back to keep it safe and nuzzled a little into the cushion under his head, trying to get comfortable. He was starting to understand why she loved her piano playlist so much and why she found it always calmed her down. The music was mellow and soothing and very easy to listen to. Perfect for his troubled mind, his closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the music in his ears, rather than anything else swirling round his head.

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Doctor Lee placed the clipboard at the end of the bed and took a look at her patient. It had been the blood work that had confirmed her initial suspicions of what was wrong with Robyn as she did her preliminary checks. Walking towards the top of the bed, she fixed the blanket that was falling off the side of the bed tucking it in.

“When that IV has gone through, we’ll do another one Vicky.” She directed to the nurse on the opposite side of the bed. “And let’s keep these curtains closed at all times ok?” Doctor Lee nodded to the pale green curtains which currently shut tight around Robyn’s space in the ward. “I am going to go and get her friend and I want them both to have some proper privacy.”

“Sure Doctor Lee.” The nurse nodded her way.

“If she wakes when I am gone, ask her about her pain. You can give her some more pain relief if you think might need if any.”

“Yeah of course I will. I will watch over her.”

“Thanks Vicky.” Turning on her heels and carefully going through the corner of the closed curtains, making sure to tug them together again once she had left Robyn’s cubicle. She headed out of the four-bed ward, walking towards the lift. Once down a floor, she headed for the nurse’s station, leaning on the counter, waiting for the nurse to finish filling in the chart she was working on.

“Hey Catriona.” The nurse said once he lifted his head.

“Jude, Andy around?”

The nurse shook his head. “In with a patient.”

“I don’t suppose you know where one of his other patients is? Taron? He would have come in about eight hours ago?”

Jude nodded. “Yeah, he’s in the break room down the corridor.”

“The break room?” The doctor asked standing up, placing her hands flat on the counter.

“Taron was bothered by some people on his way back from x-ray so Andy wanted to give him a place to sit where he wouldn’t be hassled.”

“Shit really?”

Jude nodded. “Yeah some girls nearly jumped him, asking for photos.”

“Jesus, in the hospital?”

“Yeah. Freya gave them a piece of her mind.” Jude grinned.

“Of course she did. Good. That man doesn’t need any of that on top of the unease he was already feeling.”

“Yep that’s what Andy thought too so he brought him to the break room to give him some privacy.”

“Good. It will give him some peace and quiet.” Catriona stepped away from the counter. “You got Taron’s x-ray results?”

“Nope. Freya gave them to Andy himself.”

“Perfect Which room is he in now?”

Jude swung around his chair and looked at the board behind him. “Exam room seven.”

“Thanks.”

“No worries.”

Following the corridor in the direction she had been walking, Doctor Lee came to exam room seven and knocked gently on the door.

“Yeah come in.”

Catriona, slightly opened the door and popped her head around. Andy gave her a smile. “Hey Doctor Lee.”

“Hi. I am going to go and see Taron but I hear you have his x-ray results. Want me to pass them on to him for you.”

“Please. That would be great. Just been so swamped from the ER to get back to him.” He wheeled his chair over to the desk and picked up the folder Freya had given him a while ago, sliding his chair over to the door, handing them to her. “He’s all clear. I thought there might have been fluid in his lungs considering he was stuck under water and had been coughing when he came in but he’s all good.”

“Great. Glad to hear.”

“He’s in the break room.”

“Yeah Jude was telling me.”

“Freya told me that he was pestered by some girls on the way back from x-ray. She said it really made him tense up so I just wanted him to be able to sit somewhere and not be disturbed.”

Catriona sighed a little. “Hard life.”

“Yes indeed but he’s a cool guy. Just worried. I hope he lay down and got some rest. He looked wrecked” He looked at Catriona. “How is Robyn?”

“She will be just fine. I am going to tell him now along with his own good news.”

“He will be very happy to hear that.”

“I think so. Thanks Andy.”

“No worries.”

Closing the door, Catriona made her way back down the corridor, past the nurse’s station and into the break room. It was empty and it took her a minute to find Taron, finally seeing him on the couch, covered in a blanket, fast asleep. She walked to the table and dropped the folder with his x-ray on it, making her way towards the couch. She knelt on the rug and took in his very tired features. He definitely wasn’t the first person to sleep on the couch and he wouldn’t be the last. He held a phone in his hand in front of his face and she could see the ear phone in his ears, hearing some classical music faintly playing. The man who had walked into the ER earlier had been flustered and very nervous and now as he slept, his face and body were slightly more relaxed, though she could see he was curled up very tight under the blanket. She absolutely hated waking him but he had been so adamant to know how Robyn was and finally getting a full diagnosis, Doctor Lee wanted to be the one to tell him herself. She very gently placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a very gentle shake.

“Taron?”

“No, can’t be time already.” He murmured.

“Taron?” The doctor added a little rub to his shoulder.

He turned a little, squishing his face into the cushion under his head, groaning as he was shaken again. “Ugh no…”

“Taron? It’s Doctor Lee.” His head lifted from the couch and she saw him blink a few times as he woke. “Hey. You got some sleep. Good. Andy will be happy to know that. Said you were looking a bit tired.”

It took Taron a few more blinks to gather his senses and once he did and realised Robyn’s doctor was crouched beside him, he sat up quickly, his hands going to his head as the floor spun a little.

“Take it easy.” The doctor said to him, gipping his shoulder a little harder to keep his steady.

“Robyn…” Taron felt something fall from his body and realised a blanket had been thrown over him and was now tumbling down his back. He pulled the two ear phones from his ears and stared at the doctor. “How is Robyn?” He asked, trying to keep his voice strong.

Doctor Lee gave his shoulder a very gentle squeeze. “She is ok.” She quickly picked up on the doubt in his face, the worry in his eyes and gave his shoulder a harder squeeze. “I promise you that she is ok.”

Taron’s whole body turned, and then sagged forward on the couch, his hands going to his face, his body lifting and falling in quiet cries as he took those three words in. Robyn was ok. Emotions were running everywhere and he squeezed his eyes shut, digging his fingers into his eyes to try and stop any more tears from falling. His body was trembling and he was finding it very hard to compose himself again. It was news he had been waiting for and he was so relieved to know she was ok but had also been expecting the worse and was overcome with everything that had happened over the last couple of hours.

“Ok Taron, it’s ok.” Doctor Lee was expecting a reaction from the young man who came in with her patient and this was one she had seen many times before. She reached around him to cover him with the blanket and then crouched in front of him again and placed her two hands on his knees. “Take your time.”

The slight touch from the doctor was very welcomed and Taron was telling his brain to get his body to relax and it took him a few seconds before he could take his hands from his face. “She really is ok?” He asked again.

Doctor Lee nodded. “She is going to be just fine. Can I sit?” He nodded and she took a place on the couch beside him. “Before I get to Robyn, Andy wanted me to tell you that your chest x-ray came back all clear so that is definitely some good news. Now Robyn…” Doctor Lee turned so she could face him. “I don’t want to overwhelm you with a lot of medical information so I will keep it as simple as I can. Robyn is anaemic and when she came to us, was severely anaemic. All the signs were there, especially when Kathy told us her history from what you had told her. The tiredness, headaches, weakness, dizzy spells, all signs of anaemia. We did our own blood work here for her and her red blood cell count was very low, another sign to help us understand what was wrong. When I did a physical examination, I could see it myself. Cold hands and feet, along with bruises on her skin.”

“Her hands are always cold and she bruises so easily. I mean could she bump into something and be black. Her hand got caught in the gate at her work before and her hand was so horribly bruised.”

Doctor Lee nodded. “It is such a simple sign that no one really takes too much note off. I mean everyone bruises right? So once we knew what was wrong, we have been able to treat it. She was quite dehydrated too so along with her IV drip, I have given her some iron through her IV which will immediately help build back up those red blood cells straight away and I can already see a change in her. Her colour has picked up, her body temperature is rising and she is responsive to all the tests I have done on her. When she wakes up, I will chat to her about other things we can do to keep her iron levels up.”

“She hasn’t woken up yet?” Taron asked, his eyes widening, feeling his heart starting to race.

“Please don’t worry Taron.” Assured the doctor. “Her body has been through a lot over the last few weeks and is tired. Very tired. She will wake up. I have full confidence in that.”

“She hit her head…”

“And we did a full CT scan and it came back clear. It is the anaemia that has really floored her Taron.”

“I knew I should have gotten Lucy to look at her, the medic on set. This could have all been avoided if I had of just made Robyn go and get Lucy to look at her properly before any of this happened. I mean I knew she wasn’t well yesterday and I just ignored it and…”

“Taron, no.” Doctor Lee, shuffled closer to him. “I don’t want you thinking like that. Anaemia is something that can be lingering in the background for a long time before it comes forth but Robyn’s symptoms were like the flu, a cold or just being run down. The headaches and dizziness are signs of so many conditions. I really need to speak to her myself to get a better idea of a few things, like her diet, her menstrual cycle, her day-to-day activities.” Doctor Lee waited for the man beside her to wince as she spoke about one particular womanly thing but his face didn’t change at all. “So many things can lead to anaemia and like I said, she could have been anaemic for a very long time and not known it. It is something that is so easy to look after and be aware off once it has been diagnosed and it won’t affect her life at all. She might have to make some changes, maybe look after herself a bit better but she will be absolutely fine. She is a very strong woman and will be back on her feet very soon.”

“Really fine?”

“Yes Taron. I know you got a horrible fright.” He nodded, feeling a lump in his throat which he swallowed back down “I would imagine so but she will make a full recovery.”

“But she hasn’t woken up yet?”

“It sounds like she has been running on empty for a while. Her body just needs time to rest. Her vitals are all very strong and I will get a second set of bloods now she that has been given some iron. I will personally take a look to make sure they are back to some normal level. She will wake up Taron. Just in her own time.”

“Can I see her?” He asked, his voice a little quieter, his face filled with uncertainty around the answer to his question.

“Yes of course.” Doctor Lee gave him a small smile. “That is what I was going to say to you next. I was going to ask if you would like to go and see her.”

“Yes, please. God yes.”

“Ok but just so you are prepared, she is still a little pale, has an oxygen canula in and I have her attached to the monitors so we can keep an eye on her vitals. There is a small dressing on her temple covering the cut on her head and you just need to be careful with her left shoulder and arm. I am guessing when she fell down at the pool, she landed on her left side.” Taron nodded. “She has some deep bruising on her skin from the impact of that fall so it will be very tender and sore for a while. As well as the iron, I have asked the nurse to give her some pain killers. While the iron will do its job to help build her red blood cells back up, I just want to make sure she isn’t in any pain. I can only imagine how hurtful her headaches have been lately.”

“More than I think she wanted to admit to me.”

The doctor desperately wanted to hug the man beside her but needed to try and remain professional even though he looked almost broken, his eyes brimming with tears. Instead she reached for his hands and gave them a tight hold. “I promise you Taron, she will come through this in no time. Like I said, anaemia is something millions of people live with daily. After I have spoken with her, I will have a better idea of the medication I can give her that she can take daily which will keep her iron levels where they need to be. She is just going to have to slow down a little and definitely look at taking better care of herself but I have a very strong feeling you are going to make sure she does that.”

“I will.” He said firmly. “She means everything to me.”

“I can tell Taron.” The doctor said kindly. “She is very lucky to have someone like you.”

Taron shook his head looking the doctor in her eyes. “I am the lucky one.”

“I bet you are.” Catriona turned her head as the door opened and a staff member came in and went straight over to the counter, pouring themselves some coffee. Holding Taron’s hands, she could feel a coldness to his skin, a slight shake too. “I am going to make you something warm to drink.”

“Oh no, no I am ok. Thank you. Can I go and see Robyn please?” He asked, his eyes pleading with her. “I really need to see her.”

“Of course you can and I trust Andy completely with his clear bill of health that he gave you but I know you got a fright when Robyn fell, seeing her so still and coming in the hospital by ambulance. I would imagine you have been at work all day and possibly night with no food and very little sleep and a huge amount of worry on your shoulders. Not to mention all that water work you have been doing and your own little ordeal of actually getting stuck under the water. So I am going to make you some tea and you will drink it and then I will bring you to go and see Robyn.”

“But…”

“I am her doctor Taron and if you are going to insist on wanting to go and see her, then I am going to request that you drink something sweet and warm. Like I told you, she is going to need you now and I insist that you look after yourself, even more after what you have been through yourself. Your body went through its own strain and you have to remember that. I know Robyn is the only thing on your mind but you look like you are about to drop on me and need the sugar.”

Taron took his light scolding with a small smile. “I would actually love a cup of tea please.”

“Perfect. Stay here.”

[mallowstep]

(foxstride) some weird warrior names: wetpuddle, sunlight, sunshade, featherbird, birdfeather, blackbird, blueberry, and ofc strawberry (if you use straw- as a prefix, which. Barn cats) there are a LOT of -berry and -fish and -rose you could also say (redrose, yellowrose, etc - I have a personal rule to avoid colours with the -rose suffix unless super necessary, but then in canon we have Rosepetal soooo)

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thank u for the submissions....

wetpuddle! love it. is wet- a canon suffix? i mean i love it either way i'm just curious.

sunlight! fuck! fuck fuck fuck! we have sunbeam now? so like? erins where is sunlight give my sunlight please. (and sunshine. related.)

sunshade! ohhh i love -shade too. one of my favourite suffixes.

ksldjf okay i love birdfeather. i don't use bird- as a prefix bc like, cats name kits after Specific Birds which makes bird- feel weird however. this is not about my opinions this is about fun cat names.

blackbird! big fan. i love blackbirds too. plus like. blackbirdkit → blackbirdbird. just a Thought.

blueberry! bluebs! q-t

strawberry! ...strawbs? q-t indeed.

n yeah there's definitely a lot of stuff. snowice, snowfrost, icefrost, etc., are my favourite fun combos that get Silly right now.

also yeah...rosepetal i love her but petal feels like a strange suffix for her? idk maybe i'm overthinking this.

anyway! i'm kind of the same. i mean i'll do shit like pinewillow (i just like -willow ok?) and leafpetal (i don't have a rationale beyond "it sounded nice") but i try not to use like. finchbird. rosestem. and so on.

thank u for the additions to the collection <3

#cats don't know what weird names are

i'm sorry i don't have a funny quip today. uh. freckledheart is one of my favourite names right now.