#gonna eat some dinner now some late night early morning chicken nuggets but just know i wish he were the chicken nuggets

[godasfarasyoureconcerned]

up late thinking about him… because what else… do you ever think about what izzy’s mundane specific favorite things are?

like is his favorite fruit an orange because it’s good on vitamins and accessible in the atlantic tropics so it’s just so pragmatic? or is it something like dragonfruit that he had one time at a port with edward and they didn’t even really know what they were stealing at the time but when they split it open it was the most magical looking fruit they’d ever seen and it was juicy and tasted like something from a different world and it’s been his favorite since?

is his favorite color black because it looks the most intimidating and it’s not too bright on the eyes? is it the same shade of green on the ring around his cravat, because of said ring around his cravat? is it dark grey blue like the shade of the deepest points of the ocean? is it the same shade of brown as edward’s eyes?

is his favorite drink black coffee because it’s caffeinated and gets the job well and done without sugar or cream or anything frivolous? or is it something like this one rum edward stole on a raid once and it was really strong and not great as far as anything goes but great as far as rum goes and that night izzy got more drunk than he’d been in years but it was so special to be so close and open and uninhibited with ed?

is his favorite animal a cat because they mind their business and catch rodents and they can be cuddly but mostly they’re low maintenance? is it a snake because he saw one once when he was a child in his garden and he watched it eat a rat live and then when he once told edward that he likes snakes it was only a month before ed’s next tattoo, a huge snake down his arm that only solidified izzy’s preference? is it something like a seagull because they typically can’t get as far from land as something like an albatross, so they’re better for navigation and telling where you are in relation to land? or is it the albatross, something that was only ever mildly interesting to him as far as animals go, hardly worth noticing, but one time edward saw one and said “oh, look, mate— an albatross!” and izzy said “so?” and ed shrugged and said “i dunno. they’re pretty cool. got the biggest wingspan of any bird, y’know? that one there could get around the whole world in, like, 50 days” and izzy said “50? you think so?” and ed said “those fuckers are big and fast, mate” very conclusively because he personally thinks they’re so neat and then from that day forward the seagull lived in the albatross’ huge shadow in izzy’s mind?

yeah. does he value the aesthetic and pragmatism of things vs the relationship with edward in others? i’m sure he does. these are my late night thoughts. feel free to share your own i’d love to hear them

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Sunshine and Moonshine lore

Aka - Ámbar and Luna grow up together.

This is some lore about how the girls were as young children. Preschool-aged.

Luna was and is a runner. Always running off. And like - Sharon may control one of them, but two? Ámbar would most often not run away, but if Luna decided to run off because there was something she wanted to see, Ámbar sometimes could go ”oh ok this is what we’re doing now” and run off too.

Both of them had lots of toys. Alfredo loved to buy them a lot of it on his travels. While Sharon wasn’t too much about toys, she did often buy them some to shut them up and leave her alone… at one point, they were inside their rooms for like 8 hours just playing with toys, not knowing of the time, and Sharon thought it was great because then she’d be left alone. It wasn’t until like 8 PM she realized ”oh wait I needed to do something” and the chef asked slowly if the kids were gonna eat. The girls were fine, having been so into playing with their toys, they had no idea. But after dinner they almost passed out. Sharon had since then tried to teach them the time, so they wouldn’t forget it. Cause, yk, she couldn’t remind them that it was late, they needed to take that responsibilty themselves at the age of 4 and 5 🤷🏼‍♀️

Ámbar learned the time very quickly and almost got punctual with it. Luna however almost always forgot it. So Ámbar often went and reminded her beforehand.

Both girls were and are very picky eaters. One time, while out on vacation, Sharon always brought them to fancy restaurants. They hated the food. Sharon told them that they ”should” like it because it was a very fancy. But it got to the point where they refused to eat and walked around hungry. Eventually Sharon gave up and was like ”ok, go pick a place to eat then” and the girls immediately picked the cheapest fast food place to get their chicken nuggets and whatever. Sharon felt so embarrassed about being there but the girls were thriving.

Young kids often tend to wake up very early, and Luna and Ámbar were no exception. When waking up early, they often snuck over to the other’s room to see if they were awake. If they were, they either stay up and play together, or they would sneak downstairs and watch TV for the early-in-the-morning kids shows (they found the earliest kids shows to be the best)

First time roller skating, Ámbar was six and Luna was five. They held each other’s hands and felt like they were gonna trip all the time, but miraculously didn’t. They just kept on rolling before a nice adult could help them stop.

One time they heard a swear word on the street. They knew they weren’t allowed to say that, but they really wanted to. So, they went inside a closet and just whispered it to each other repeatedly.

Luna once decided to cut off her own hair and then she proceeded to cut off Ámbar’s hair too when ”playing hair stylist”. Sharon fainted when seeing them and forced them to wear a bunch of bows and even fake ponytails so ”it wouldn’t look off”.

One time Ámbar had a terrible nightmare and Luna went in and told her a made up story to cheer her up. They both slept in Ámbar’s bed that night

One time they would not stop singing on a song and it drove Sharon insane. What was fun was that she told them off, even threatened them, if they wouldn’t stop singing that song… yet they continued. They couldn’t stop. The song was simply too good not to be sung. This eventually led Sharon to send them outside and then they just took a small walk around the block holding hands and singing that song and everyone thought they were adorable.

Sharon often dressed them up, and one time she dressed them up in dresses that Luna found to be incredibly itchy. The second Sharon looked away, Luna threw it off and put on a T-shirt. Sharon scolded her about this, and Luna replied with ”I want this instead >:(”. Sharon explained she was disappointed, and in a hope of approval, Ámbar asked ”but you aren’t disappointed in me, because I kept the dress on?”. Sharon did not reply to this and just walked away. This caused Ámbar to sigh and also throw off her dress. Luna was right - it was itchy.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Sleep tight

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, home invasion, non-consensual drug use, allusion to kidnapping.

Words: 4163.

Summary: You know someone tried to break into your apartment, but no one believes you since you live in the very same building as famous Captain America. Who is willing to risk it?

P.S. Inspired by the Door Lock.

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You were coming back from work late again, carrying a paper bag with fresh chicken nuggets, French fries and two butter croissants you intended to leave for the morning. It was your little ritual - every time you worked long hours you went to buy some fast food afterwards instead of cooking youself a dinner. You had neither strength nor desire to spend your evening in the kitchen.

Funny, you thought, how many people were walking the same street as you, and you felt like you were alone in the whole world, nonetheless. Every day was exactly the same: you were waking up feeling groggy and exhausted, making youself coffee and leaving for work where you spent most of your time; you looked for excuses to stay late just because you didn't want to come back to your empty apartment where it was always eerie silent. Then you read some book you ordered from Amazon or Indigo, had a glass of water and went to sleep. Your life was like an endless limbo or a time loop.

Watching a few school girls giggling and taking out there cellphones and cameras, you sighed. That poor Steve Rogers living the same building as you had it much, much worse. At least you didn't have any crazy fans following you and making photos of your windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

"Hey you there! What are you doing?" Someone's grumpy voice cut through the silence, and all those girls suddenly ran, laughing nervously and clenching their cameras.

It was one of your neighbors, a man in his 60s who was living two floors beneath yours, who walked to the building with a grocery bag in his hand.

"I swear to God next time I'm gonna take their phones and call their parents right away!" He grunted, shaking his bold head.

"I'll be there to give you a hand, Mr. Jones." You smiled at him, and he let out a chuckle, opening the door for you. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, dear."

Well, today wasn't that bad. Those girls couldn't do much harm. You remembered the day when you saw huge scary men dressed in black walking the corridor to Captain's apartment - it was way more frightening than a couple of silly students making photos of his balkony. But, regardless of how dangerous it could be to live so close to probably America's most famous superhero, the rent was doubled in a week and became three times higher in two months. You were lucky your landlady was a very compassionate woman who didn't raise the price immediately after he moved in this building.

Opening the door to your apartment with a key, you took off your shoes and put the bag on a little side table. God, you wanted to sleep so bad.

Barely eating a few nuggets you went to bed without opening the new book you bought.

The next morning you didn't feel much better, though. It was like you went to bed at 5 am instead of retiring early. Your mind was hazy. You were almost squiffy though you hadn't been drinking alcohol for a month or so.

Damn, you needed to do something about that lifestyle of yours. It was obviously unhealthy.

You spent one more day in the office doing useless work no one cared about. Coming back home felt as lonely as never before, and you almost cried in the dark before taking a hold of yourself and entering the building. There were no girls with the cameras today.

Laying on your bed, you stared at the glass of water on your nightstand. You didn't even remember refilling it in the morning. How much did you remember at all before arriving at work?

Oh no, you weren't going to live like that anymore. No more working overtime. No more fast food. No more weeping in your room with the lights off. You were a decent human being who didn't deserve to live like a recluse. Tomorrow evening you were going to dress up and go for a glass of wine in that little restaurant you were passing by every day. And in the weekend it would be good to give a call to your cousin and ask for a visit.

You hummed, looking at the clock glimming in the darkness of the room. It was already midnight, but you didn't feel even a bit sleepy. It was odd. Staring at the ceiling, you tried counting sheep but failed miserably after two hundreds. It was then when you heard someone's footsteps behind your door and chewed your lips. Was it Mrs. Abebe who lived next to you? She was never coming that late. Not that you remembered.

You were probably imagining things since the sound of footsteps died, but you didn't hear anyone opening the door or, in fact, moving at all. You were simply tired from all that stress.

That was what you were thinking when you heard someone inserting the key into your lock. You stilled, your eyes almost popping out of the sockets. What was happening? What was that?

Then the sound of the lock opening made you jump.

"Who is that?!" You screamed at the top of your voice and grabbed the lamp from your nightstand. "Who's there?!"

Then everything went silent once again, the door still closed in front of you. You couldn't hear any footsteps, couldn't feel anyone's presence just behind the door as if no one tried to force it open just a few seconds ago. You didn't know how much time you spent standing there, a heavy lamp in your hands to strike down the intruder, but no one had opened the door.

In the end, you clenched your teeth and slowly moved forward, pressing your ear to the cold metal - there were no sounds coming behind it whatsoever. Then you glanced through the peephole and saw only a row of doors just like yours. The stranger was gone.

You couldn't sleep after that, of course. You locked the door again, moved your heavy drawer to block it, and started calling the cops. Whoever was it, a thief or some creep, you didn't want to sit there and wait when someone gonna break into your apartment.

Police did nothing, of course. There were no cameras in the corridor to check whether someone was truly walking there, and, except that, they could help little with your situation. The camera outside showed no one entering the building, too.

In fact, they were so skeptical after hearing your story they almost made you cry. Why would anyone want to break in? You had pretty much nothing valuable except for a few gadgets and a little bit of money.

"No one would risk coming close to the place where Steve Rogers lives, ma'am," one of the cops informed you, irritated at your persistence. "You probably imagined it in your sleep."

No, you didn't. You heard it with your own ears, and no policeman could make you doubt that. You didn't care whether that freak was afraid of Steve Rogers, you just needed to be safe.

Next morning you didn't go to work. Instead you called a locksmith company and looked through all those smart lock that cost a fortune, but they were so much better than the pathetic one you had. The guy you were speaking to informed you that, actually, you story wasn't uncommon - New York was full of burglars. He calmed you down a bit by saying that it was probably some rookie who didn't ever hear about Captain America living in the same building.

The smart keyless lock you got installed was pricey but offered a great protection, the guy claimed. As you still shook from what happened earlier, you called your cousin, nevertheless, and went to live in her place for the whole week. Just thinking of what could happen to you that night brought you nightmares.

Who was that? What did that person need from you? Was he really hoping to get anything valuable without even knowing who lived there? Why did they come at night and not during the day when you were at work? God, you were scared to learn the answers.

You were no longer walking the streets alone as your kind cousin brought you to and off work, watching that no one was following you. It was a great relief to know there were no scary dudes around, but you couldn't be calm still. You barely slept at night.

Your cousin was too worried to let you go and live by yourself again even with the new lock installed, so you decided to stay with her for one more week. You just needed to get a few more things from your apartment since last time you left in haste. Of course, you didn't go there alone, your cousin and two of her male friends coming with you just in case something was to happen.

You screamed when you saw your new lock smashed to pieces, its black plastic parts laying on the floor right in front of your door.

This time police couldn't say anything about you imagining things, and the investigation had finally started. What scared you even more was that Mrs. Abebe had sweared the lock was in perfect condition when she returned home yesterday, and she didn't hear anything at all last night, a few other neighbors saying the same. No one knew how it happened and who could it be.

"But I just don't understand how could someone try this right under Captain's nose." One of the policemen huffed and puffed.

"Steven Rogers has been on a mission since last week." A woman said angrily, watching the guy with disgust. You vaguely remembered her name was Kate and she lived on the same floor as Steve. "Please don't tell me you need Captain America just to make you do your job."

With so many people expecting someone to break into their homes and fearing for their lives, it was easier to demand installing cameras in the corridors everywhere in the building. More than that, a few cameras were installed in your apartment too. A new biometric lock was now attached to your door, but you weren't sure it could keep you safe. It all felt unreal.

Of course, you were living with your cousin. She not only didn't protest against it, but refused to let you go anywhere at all. The only place you were still coming to was the office your worked in, and she was bringing you there and driving you home all the time.

The police said that the criminal didn't leave any fingerprints anywhere, and, most importantly, they didn't see any stranger entering the house the day your lock was smashed. It probably meant it was someone who stayed in the building. When they said that, Mrs. Abebe moved out the apartment the very same day and came to live with her son. You felt both pity and guilt. If you weren't there, she could live in that place peacefully like before.

Although the stranger didn't show up, the old policeman handling your case said something was very wrong there, he could feel it in his bones. This person wasn't a simple burglar, for sure. Although the policeman asked you to come back to your apartment - of course, under the watchful eyes of his team ready to defend you - to somehow provoke the criminal, you didn't agree. You valued your life too much to become a bait.

You just wanted to keep living with your cousin, especially when you were finally able to sleep again. You still felt groggy after, but you didn't consider it too important after all that happened to you.

However, you had to change your mind when one day you woke up and saw the toilet seat up. There was no man living at your cousin's place, and she didn't let anyone come over for a week at least.

The stranger had found you. He sneaked into the house all the same like before, but now it was also your cousin's life at stake, not just yours.

You cried and wept and prayed until you were a complete mess, your head heavy from the shouting. It wasn't a burglar who followed you - it was a stalker. The policemen were deeply concerned with the truth, but they gave you hope - stalkers rarely left their victim under such circumstances, and they were most certain they would capture the intruder the next time this psycho showed up.

You agreed to return to your old apartment. What else was there to do to keep your dear cousin safe?

It was as empty and silent as before, but now the atmosphere turned sinister. You were afraid to touch your own things, thinking of the sick bastard who touched them - the one who touched you in your sleep. No one had told you about it, but you were certain this person had been there with you many times before you caught him. Your routine had been very much the same during the whole year, and they knew it and used it to their advantage. Your stalker had seen you, touched you, done something to you. He was there all the time, and you didn't know. The cameras police installed showed everything that was happening in the apartment except for bathroom, so you tried to avoid going there as much as you could. Yes, you were on display all the time, but you weren't ashamed. You were ecstatic that cops were watching you every goddamn second.

When it was time to get to bed, you were too nervous. The police expected your stalker to show up, and although you had acquired the gun, you didn't feel safe even the slightest bit. Holding the heavy piece of metal in your shaking hand, you gulped down water from the glass and layed on the bed, watching the door. No one would hurt you. You had a gun, a group of cops waiting right next door, and your cousin who rented a room in a hotel next to your building. You were safe. You just had to stay awake before this sick motherfucker showed up.

But when he did, you slept very soundly with your head on the pullow, your gun on the bed sheets close to you.

When you woke up, that morning became your worst nightmare. Your gun was gone. The toilet seat was up again.

How outrageous you had been when you found out all your supposed guards had fallen asleep last night, drugged by something they didn't even know. Of course, there was nothing on the cameras. In fact, there were no cameras left in your apartment and the corridor whatsoever because your stalker had them all removed without even showing himself. How did they do it? What superhuman being did they had to be to twist both the police and you around their finger?

Well, maybe it was exactly the case. This intruder was too extraordinary. What if it wasn't you they were after? What if they were really trying to challenge Captain's America authority? And you were just unlucky enough to become a victim. You were picked most likely because you had a routine you had been following for a long time, and it made you an easy target. In the end, this intruder didn't rape you. He didn't hurt you. He didn't steal from you. He was coming to, what, lay close to you on the bed? Put up a toilet seat? No, it wasn't your attention he was after. He wanted to be acknowledged by the hero everyone was crazy about. Maybe he was like those girls who kept making the photos of Steve's balkony.

Once the realization hit you, everything became so much better. If he wanted the attention of Captain America, he would get it, Kate had assured you. How did she discover what was happening and how she could make him aware of your situation you didn't know, but soon those scary men dressed in black were walking the corridors of the building instead of policemen. Cameras were set up again while you were guarded at all times. Captain was returning tomorrow, you were told.

They wanted you to stay in the apartment, still. Actually, they clearly implied that you'd be put there regardless of your own wish because it was for the best. They were not some incompetent policemen, they said. You'd be protected regardless of what was going to happen to your stalker. This time you were ready to believe them - these guys looked like they could crack man's skull with just one hand - but your cousin insisted you had to do something, too. Funny enough, she gave you a teddy bear and told there's camera inside it. You could see everything it recorded with your phone.

Well, it couldn't hurt, could it? You placed the bear on one of the shelves just to make her feel better.

But nothing happened during the night. For some reason, you slept like a rock again, but there was no indication the intruder had been in your apartment. You called your new guards, and they confirmed everything was clear. They were confused with your sleeping habits, though. It was odd you could sleep so soundly during such moments.

Well, maybe that was it. Captain America was coming today, and now the intruder knew they were going to have his full attention. Maybe it was enough for them, and you would be set free after all those weeks of torture.

"I still can't believe he didn't show up last night." You said nervously and wiped your forehead with the back of your hand. "I know it's stupid, but I feel like someone's going to jump at me when I'll be leaving the building."

"It's not stupid." Your cousin sounded concerned. "You're the bravest person I've ever met. I'd ask all those guys to go fuck themselves if they wanted me to spend one more minute in that place."

"I know, I know." You forced a smile as if she could see you. "But nothing happened, you see? I really think that... person wanted Captain, not me."

"You can't know it for sure, honey. You have to be careful before they catch that motherfucker, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I promise."

"Good. I'm going to buy some food, so I'll give you a call in half an hour."

"Sure! Please take care too."

"Of course!"

She hung up, and you were left alone with your thoughts again. You stared down your phone, thinking about all the things that happened to you. You wanted to know who was doing it to you more than anything else. Who was that person? The police said it was most likely to be a man in his thirties. What was his name? How did he look? What made him do all these things to you? Did he mock you for your stupidity when you didn't even realize he was always so close to you all that time?

Rubbing your eyes, you thought of the cameras and that teddy bear sitting on a shelf. Suddenly, you got curious how you looked in your sleep, what that intruder saw when he entered your apartment late at night. You opened the app on your phone without a second thought and pressed your finger to the screen to see the recording.

It was peaceful. You didn't snore and didn't move on the bed, laying there as if you were dead. Your drool wasn't running onto the pillow, and you were oddly glad you almost looked like a sleeping beauty. Well, at least at night your face didn't look so tired.

Then you saw the door on your screen moving. You chocked on air, staring at the tall muscular man entering your apartment so carelessly like he lived here too. What was this? How could it happen? They said no one entered your apartment last night. They said no one was even close to your door!

The man was wearing a cap that didn't allow you to look at his face, a dark blue bomber and jeans flattering his muscular figure. He was even bigger than those men guarding you, and you gasped when he stared directly into the camera as if he knew there was one in the teddy bear your cousin brought. But nothing shocked you as much as the face of the stalker.

It was Steve Rogers, the very same Captain America everyone loved and respected. He took of his shoes quietly and then left his bomber on the rack. When he turned his face to the camera, he was smiling and walking closer to it slowly like a predator knowing its prey couldn't escape.

He took the stuffed animal in his hands and brought it closer.

"I'm so glad you're watching, honey."

You whimpered, a tear running down your face. No, it couldn't be true. It just couldn't. He was supposed to be the hero, not some deranged stalker ruining your life.

"Sorry for being later than usual, but you've made it a bit harder for me, you know that?" His smile was so sweet it could make you think he's talking to his fiancee, not some girl he was stalking for god knew how many months. "But don't worry, I'm not blaming you. I know it's been tough for you too, honey."

He glanced back at you sleeping on your bed and came closer to you. You held your breath and clamped a hand over your mouth in horror.

"It's actually my fault because I shouldn't be doing this before marrying you... but I just couldn't help myself. You're not mad at me, are you?" You realized he was laying down the bed with a teddy bear in his hand, and then you saw him kissing your forehead. "I know you're not. Thank you, sweetheart."

Looking at your phone with terrified and tearful eyes, you felt like you couldn't take it anymore, but something inside you forced you to keep watching when Steve had gently lowered the straps of your top and planted an open-mouthed kiss on your neck, massaging your breast. You wanted to drop the phone to the floor, to throw it out the window, to break it against the wall, yet all you did was gawking at the recording with watery eyes and sobbing. He was insane. You saw it in his eyes - he wasn't going to question his own actions. Steve Rogers was sure he did the right thing when he broke into your apartment.

"You probably gonna have some questions when you'll see the recording." He continued as he put the toy on the bed to make you see better all the things he was doing to you. "You have never woken up at night because I've been giving you some medicine, but don't worry, it's perfectly organic and doesn't do any harm to your body." You felt your stomach twisting. "Sometimes if you forgot to drink water from the glass I had to press a cloth dampened in chloroform to your face. I don't like doing it, so please remember to stay hydrated before going to bed, honey."

You wailed like a child, rubbing your eyes with one hand and having a phone in the other. Why was it happening to you? What had you done? You had never met Steve Rogers in the first place. How did he know about your mere existence?

"But I won't need to keep doing it since our honeymoon is so close. Once we get married, we won't have to do anything like that anymore. I know you're tired of waiting, and I'm sorry I couldn't make it earlier." He kissed the top of your head and inhaled the scent of your hair. "We'll be leaving tomorrow. As for tonight, you'd have to sleep alone, but I'll be right here with you, so please don't worry."

Confused, you saw him moving with the teddy bear in his hand - the man left your bed and put the straps of your top back on your shoulders, covering your body with a blanket. He kissed your cheek one last time before returning the stuffed animal to its place and putting his bomber and shoes back on, but then...

Then he layed down on the floor and got under your bed. Though you kept watching the recording, you saw nothing else before the sun rose and you started waking up finally. You played the video further on, but nothing was happening still except you walking out to meet those men who were supposed to keep you safe. When you came back, you ate your breakfast and called your cousin.

You dropped your phone on the bed and stared at your legs, shaking so much your knees were knocking together.

He was still waiting for you under your bed.

Part 2

Tags: @finleyjayne @alexakeyloveloki   ​@helenaeisenhower @villanellevi @hurricanerin ​@void-hoechlin @abyssaint @lovelydarkdaydream

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[lannette]

1+1=1

requested by: @sexton3181

request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a long JC imagine where reader and him go spend a couple weeks in Texas to visit his family (and since his parents live in different cities do like one week at his mom’s and one week at his dad’s) and JC and reader tell his family that reader is 3 months pregnant but his mom and sister are really confused at first!? Thank you and sorry this was so detailed

prompts: none

pairing: Jc Caylen x Y/N (The Reader)

summary: Jc and Y/N go to visit his family in Texas and tell them that Y/N is pregnant

warning: none

word count: 1,810

A/N: I hope u guys enjoy I wrote this at 2 a.m. an dim tired!!

request here

Y/N was sitting on her suitcase, zipping it shut. Jc walked in their shared bedroom, “babe I don't understand why you have to pack so much for a 3 week trip.” She looked at Jc with a shocked expression on her face. “I know you’re not talking, Jc you have 1 suitcase for just hair products and bathroom stuff.” “What do you mean, you’re supposed to have all that stuff.” “No babe, I don't even have that much and I have more things to actually bring.” “Can we stop talking about suitcases and head out, our flight is in an hour, Kian drives slow and i wanna stop for food.” 

They got in the car with little room left with all the luggage they brought along. Jc had to sit in the back with little room in the back. “Better you than me.” Y/N chuckled and Kian did too. “I'm glad you guys find this funny.” 

Kian parked outside Jamba. “Y/N what do you want?” “I would love an apples ‘n greens in a large.” A large really?” “Yes Jc, we both are hungry.” Jc smiled and walked into the shop. Kian looked at Y/N, “So how are you and Jc gonna tell his parents?” She looked at the shop, “we haven't decided yet, but if we tell his mom first she's gonna tell everybody before we even tell his dad and we’re staying at his moms, so we aren't too sure yet, we know how we’re gonna tell them but we don't know who to tell first.” Kian looked at Jc as he was walking out with 2 smoothies and bag. Jc got back into the car and handed Y/N her drink, “Kian I grabbed you a breakfast sandwich that I know you love.” Kian takes the bag that Jc handed to him. “Alright the airport we go.” 

Kian pulls up to the terminal and they all get out. Kian grabs Y/N’s 2 suitcases and She grabs her carry on. Jc grabs his 2 suitcases, his duffle bag, and his carry on. “Alright I'm gonna give you your suitcases and I will see you guys in a few weeks.” Kian pulled Y/N in for a hug and then gave Jc a hug. “See ya man.” “Alright guys can we go we have a half an hour till they start boarding, we’re cutting it close.” “Yea we better go.” Jc and Y/N get all of their stuff and walk into the airport.

After they had checked in their luggage they made it just in time for boarding. Their row was called and they got onto the plane. “Ready for this 3 hour flight?” Y/N asked Jc as she placed her head on Jc’s shoulder. “Yup so excited.” 

Once the plane landed Jc had woken up Y/N. She groaned not wanting to wake up. “Baby get up please we’re getting off soon.” “5 more minutes please.” Jc rolled his eyes and sighed, letting her sleep till they started to let people off. “Alright, now Y/N we’re getting off you gotta get up now.” She groaned, but lifted her head off of Jc’s shoulder slowly. “I’m up, I’m up.” They both got off of the plane and went to grab their luggage. Jc had called his mom earlier to let her know they landed.

They walked out into the heat that was worse than home. Jc’s mom was only a couple cars down when she saw her son and Y/N. She walked up to the 2 of them, “Oh my baby boy I missed you.” She pinched his cheeks. “Mom, stop.” She smiled and clapped her hands together, “and Y/N I missed you too.” “I missed you as well Ms.Castillo.” “Oh Y/N call me mom, you and Jc have been together for awhile you don't have to call me Ms.Castillo.” Y/N smiled and pulled her in for a hug. “Your brother and sisters are at home waiting for you.” “Let's head home,” Jc insisted.

The 3 of them packed the car together with Y/N doing little work due to Jc not letting her pick up the luggage. Y/N sat in the car waiting for them to finish up.

On the way home Jc and Y/N told Jc’s mom about their life together in Cali and she told them about life in San Antonio. Jc and Y/N were anxious about telling Jc’s parents the good news they had. “So mom, when are you gonna make your homemade macaroni and cheese with fried fish?” Jc asked his mom with a huge smile. “Well tomorrow is taco night so most likely Sunday.” Y/N licked her lips at the sound of macaroni and cheese, fried fish, and tacos! She was dying for some food. She asked if they could stop for something really quick. They stopped at a nearby McDonalds and ordered 10 chicken nuggets and medium fries.

They arrived at home around midnight after their late night dinner stop. Jc’s mom helped them move everything into Jc’s old room that him and Y/N were going to be sharing for their whole vacation. Jc’s room had a full size bed, a bit smaller than the one back home but big enough for the 2 of them. Once all of their stuff was brought into the house Jc and Y/N went to say hi to Jc’s younger siblings. Y/N had met them many times before and she loved them. They didn't spend too much time talking because everyone was tired. 

Jc walked into the room and Y/N followed closing the door behind her, “So when are we gonna tell your mom?” Jc answered quickly, “when she cooks dinner Sunday, but I think we should tell My dad over lunch tomorrow.” “I think that's a great idea, that means I have to write in the cup today so it will dry in enough time for tomorrow. “Ok well I’m gonna lay down.” Jc layed on the bed and turned over while Y/N wrote inside the cup with a sharpie. She then layed down and fell asleep.

In the morning Jc was up bright and early talking to his sisters and brother about the trip. Y/N woke up 2 hours after everyone else. She was welcomed with breakfast on the table and a cup of coffee. She looked at everyone, “good morning guys, mom I’m gonna have to deny the coffee today, but the breakfast is looking good.” “But you love coffee!” “yea but not today.”

After breakfast Jc had called his dad to have lunch with him and Y/N at a coffee shop. They started to get ready because they had to talk to the coffee shop about their plan. Jc had told his mom he was gonna be eating lunch with his dad and he had to go.

Y/N drove to the coffee shop and Jc held the coffee mug in his hand, “I hope his reaction is good.” Y/N pulled into the small parking lot of the coffee shop, “alright let's go.” Both of them got out of the car and went up to the hostess, Jc spoke, “Hi I’m Jc for a table of 3.” the hostess looked at the podium and dmarked a few things off, “ok follow me.” The 2 of them followed the young lady to an outside table, “your waiter will be here shortly.” 

A couple minutes go by and a man walks up to their table, “hi my name is Ty I will be your waiter today can I start u off with a drink?” Y/N answers, “yes, can I just have a glass of water and I have a question we have a mug for my father in law I would love for him to use, its a pregnancy announcement and I was wondering if you can put whatever he orders as a hot beverage in the mug, that would be great.” Ty smiled, “of course and congrats, and for you.” He looked at Jc. “I’ll take a water as well for now.” 

Jc’s dad arrived and he was greeted by Y/N and then Jc. The waiter came back after a couple minutes went by and asked for our order. Y/N got iced green tea, Jc got an iced caramel latte, and his dad got black coffee. Their order arrived and Jc’s dads coffee came in the mug they had brought. As Jc and Y/N were  catching up with his dad he stopped talking and squinted his eyes into the mug, “what is at the bottom of my cup?” He tilted it a bit, “there are words at the bottom.” Y/N smiled and jc looked a bit nervous. He took one last swig of his coffee and looked into it, reading it. He mumbled what it had said before repeating it louder, “you’re gonna be a grandfather! Can't wait to see you in February!” He set his cup down. Y/N pulled out a picture and set it on the table, it was from her ultrasound, “I’m 11 weeks already.” Jc’s dad smiled and got up to give both of them hugs, “you guys are gonna make great parents!” Once they had sat Jc had said, “don't tell mom we are telling her tomorrow.” He and nodded and promised not to say anything.

They got home and took a nap before dinner. Taco night was tonight adn Y/N couldn't wait to eat and spend time with Jc’s family.

The next morning, no one was up everyone had been sleeping. Jc and Y/N slept in the longest almost missing lunch. Even though they had both only eating sandwiches they were set until dinner.

Once it was dinner time and everyone was gonna eat, Jc had something to say, “before we eat I would like to say thank you mom for making dinner and thank you Y/N for being the love of my life and I would also like to say that I love you 3 as my siblings and I wouldn't change anything for the world.” Y/N said, “ we have something to give to you mom.” She handed her a small brown box. Jc’s mom opened it to see a letter and a pacifier, the letter wrote, Dear, grandma please hold this for me in case I need it when I visit. Knowing my mom AND dad, they both will probably forget it. See you in February! “Are you really pregnant!” Y/N shook her head and Jc’s mom started to cry. She got up from the table and hugged them one at a time. “This is gonna be a great vacation.” Jc said to Y/N, “yes it is…”

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A Lost Hope

 Airforce!Harrison x Reader

Warnings- ANGST: Mention of death and losing someone

Summary- Harrison is supposed to be coming home soon, until (Y/n) gets an unpleasant surprise.

Word Count- 2,595

A/N- This is for @keepingupwiththeparkers' 4k writing challenge! Congrats, I hope you like this story, I was gonna do a Peter one but then I got this idea! I really hope the idea turns out as good as I imagined it in my head! I’m using the dialogue prompt “I thought I’d lost you”. I don’t know a whole lot about the airforce and some of this might not be realistic or legitimate, but it’s fanFICTION, so please forgive me.

Also, if you liked it, please reblog and leave feedback!

Moodboard made by @uglypastels!! Thank you so much! 

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Harrison and (Y/n) had been married for 2 years before Harrison decided he wanted to join the airforce. When he was younger he had wanted to join the airforce and always had the idea in the back of his mind, but never actually went through with it. 

They got married when they were both 20 after dating for a year, and 2 years later Harrison realized he still wanted to pursue his dream of joining the airforce. 

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Harrison came home from work one day, the smell of pasta and garlic toast wafting through the air. He sets his keys on the table by the door and makes his way into the kitchen, kissing (Y/n) on the cheek. “Smells amazing, love.” 

She turns and smiles at him, cupping his cheek and kissing him softly. “Can you set the table while I finish up dinner? It’s almost done.” 

Harrison nods “Of course.” As Harrison sets the table he starts thinking about it again. He worries that (Y/n) won’t want him to go. He knows it won’t be easy, that he’ll be gone a lot and that they’ll miss each other, but he hopes that her love and support would still apply for this situation. 

As they eat dinner that night Harrison is more in his thoughts than in the conversation they’re having. (Y/n) can tell something’s going on. When they both finish their food and Harrison is sitting there thinking, she takes the dishes and puts them in the sink. 

When she comes back, as she suspected, Harrison hasn’t moved. She can see the expression on his face and can tell that he’s worried about whatever he is thinking about. (Y/n) moves her chair by his and takes both of his hands in hers. Harrison looks up at her and she smiles softly at him. “Talk to me Haz.” She says, running her thumbs over the back of his hands. 

Harrison looks down, worried about what she is going to think. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. Ever since I was younger I wanted to join the airforce and I never actually did. I’ve been thinking about joining now, though..” 

(Y/n) is quiet for a moment, thinking about what he said and about what this will mean. She lets go of one of his hands and tilts his head up with her fingers under his chin. “Harrison, I’m not going to stop you from chasing your dream. Yes, it will be hard on us, but we can get through this. You know I love and support you no matter what.” She places a soft kiss on his lips, leaning back in her seat and holding Harrison’s hands again.  

Harrison smiles, squeezing his wife’s hands softly. “Thank you. I love you so much.” He leans forward and kisses (Y/n) softly.

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Harrison has been serving in the air force for 4 years now, and (Y/n) has come to cherish the times when he’s home. Whenever he leaves again, she always counts down the days until he comes back home again. Modern technology is really a blessing while Harrison is gone, whenever they get the chance they call or Skype with each other. 

When (Y/n) gets home from work she microwaves some chicken nuggets for dinner and checks the calendar. Harrison is due to come home in about a week and a half. She smiles to herself and turns on a movie on Netflix. 

It’s 11:47 when (Y/n) decides to go to bed. Harrison hasn’t called for a couple days, but that doesn’t stop her from staying up just in case he does call. It’s nothing new, she doesn’t think anything of it because she knows he gets busy sometimes. She knows how important his job is and that he has to focus on his missions. 

(Y/n) shuts off the TV and turns the lights off, making her way to bed. She undresses and puts one of Harrison’s old shirts, making sure to pick one that still faintly smells like him. 

She curls up in bed, checking her phone one last time before locking it and setting it down on the dresser. She cuddles up to the teddy bear Harrison got her for their anniversary, the one anniversary he was able to celebrate without being miles away. 

It’s about 4 in the morning when (Y/n) is woken up to someone knocking on her door. She checks her phone quickly; nothing new. Quickly she puts on some sweats, wondering what Tom would be doing knocking on her door so early in the morning. She’s thankful that it’s a Saturday so she can take a nap later on. 

When she opens the door all of her thoughts disappear and her mind goes blank at the sight of two policemen standing outside her door. All of a sudden all she feels is dread, hoping they aren’t here for what she thinks. 

“Are you Mrs. Osterfield?” The taller one asks, and all (Y/n) can do is nod in response. “I’m officer Wolfe, and this is my partner officer Beck. We’re sorry to inform you that while your husband was on a mission last night the plane he was on crashed. There have been no traces of where the plane was before it crashed. We have people searching for the whereabouts of the crash but have had no luck so far.” 

(Y/n) nods silently, looking down at the ground as she tries to process their words. She looks up at the officers and nods again “Thank you, officers.” She mutters, watching as they apologize for her loss and make their way back to their car. 

As they leave (Y/n) just stands there, still trying to process. She understood them perfectly fine, she’s just trying to wrap her head around it. She feels as if she’s in shock, like everything is frozen around her. 

As (Y/n) makes her way inside the house, she suddenly feels like she’s suffocating. Everywhere she looks, she thinks Harrison lived here. Quickly she grabs her phone and her keys, leaving the house and locking the door behind her. 

The only thing she can think to do is go to Tom. She doesn’t want to be in that empty house full of Harrison’s things, she wants to escape, so she drives to Tom’s, knowing that he’ll be there for her. He may be Harrison’s best friend, but he was like her best friend too. 

As (Y/n) sits in the car outside Tom’s house, that’s when it hits her. Harrison is gone. He’s never coming back. Suddenly, tears start falling and she can’t stop them. She gets out of the car, banging on Tom’s door as she cries. 

When Tom opens the door he’s confused, but then one look at (Y/n) and he’s pulling her into his arms, letting her sob into his chest. “He’s g-gone” She manages to whimper out before sobbing harder, gripping Tom’s shirt tightly in her fists.

“Come on love, let’s get inside.” He guides (Y/n) to the couch, sitting down and pulling her down next to him. She leans over into Tom’s side, hugging him as she hides her face in his chest. Tom rubs her back, trying to support her the best he can while also trying to hold himself together. 

He holds her as she sobs, rubbing her back until she sobs herself to exhaustion. When Tom hears her breathing slow down and her faint snores he carries her to the guest room, tucking her under the blankets and leaving the room, the door open ajar in case she needs something. 

(Y/n) wakes up later on, looking around tiredly. She remembers where she is and why she’s there and closes her eyes, willing herself not to cry again. She glances at the alarm clock on the bedside table next to her and sighs. 10:26 AM. She showed up at Tom’s sometime after 4:30 in the morning, and she doesn’t remember going to the guest room to sleep. 

She gets out of bed heads out to the living area of Tom’s flat. Tom is sitting on the couch, a show playing quietly on the tv as his hands are covering his face. As (Y/n) sits on the couch next to him he sniffles, quickly trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. 

They both sit in silence for a moment, just thinking about the pain they are both going through. “Thank you, Tom. I’m sorry for coming here so early in the morning, I just didn’t know what to do when the officers came to my door. I looked into our house, and everything there made me think of Harrison. I just..” She breaks off, her voice quiet as she apolagizes. 

“Hey, you don’t have to apolagize. I’m glad you came. Stay as long as you need to, love. He was your husband, I can’t imagine the pain you must be feeling.” Tom says, holding onto (Y/n)’s hand to assure comfort. 

(Y/n) gives him a small smile “You’re in pain too, Tom. He was your best friend, you knew him longer.” Tom goes to protest but she continues “Yes, I may have been married to him, and I know that it’s different, but he was your best friend. It’s okay to be upset Tom, you don’t have to hide it from me.” 

She squeezes Tom’s hand, and he looks down, closing his eyes and biting his lip. (Y/n) pulls him into a hug, this time being his shoulder to cry on as he lets out sobs. They both hold onto each other and cry, both of them hurting from losing someone so close to them. 

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It’s been three days since the officers showed up at (Y/n)’s door, and she’s been staying at Tom’s the whole time. She’s grateful for Tom letting her stay in the guest room, dreading when she has to go back home. 

(Y/n) is walking to the living area when she sees Tom on the couch, his phone up to his ear as he faces the tv, his back to her. 

“I’m really worried about her Harry, she doesn’t eat and she gets hardly any sleep at night. She looks so tired and worn out. I don’t know what to do, I just don’t want to upset her. I know she’s hurting emotionally, but she’s also hurting herself.” Tom speaks on the phone. (Y/n) goes back to the guest room, not wanting to eavesdrop on his conversation anymore. 

She feels bad for worrying him, she doesn’t want to be burden. She is distracted from her thoughts by her phone ringing. When she checks her phone she doesn’t recognise the number but answers it anyway. “Hello?” She questions into the phone, not sure who it could be. 

“Hello, is this Mrs. Osterfield?” A male voice asks, and (Y/n)’s heart drops. She knows they’re calling to say they found her husband’s body. 

“Y-yes, I’m (Y/n) Osterfield.” She replies quietly, waiting to hear what he says. 

“Mrs. Osterfield, I’m Doctor Johnson from the Hospital by 8th street. Your husband has been transfered here for his care.” The man says and (Y/n) is shocked. She was told he was dead, and now he’s at the hospital? “Hello? Are you still there?” the doctor asks, as she was silent so long the doctor had thought she hung up. 

“Yes, I’m still here. Thank you so much. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Her and the doctor exchange goodbyes before (Y/n) hangs up, looking down at her phone. 

It takes her a moment to process the doctor’s words; he’s alive, and she can see him again. She shoots up off the bed, running into the living area. “Tom!” She shouts along the way. At the sound of her shout Tom gets up and turns to see her run into the room. She grabs his hands. “He’s alive! Harrison is alive!” She shouts, her eyes lit up with joy and her lips turned up in a huge grin. 

“What? What are you talking about?” Tom asks, confusion etched on his face as he looks at (Y/n). 

“I just got a call, he’s at the hospital. He’s alive. Will you take me to see him?” She looks up at him hopefully. 

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.” Tom quickly grabs his keys. They go out to the car and Tom drives the way to the hospital. The whole ride (Y/n)’s leg is shaking and she’s anxious the whole time. She feels as if this isn’t real. The past three days she felt like she lost all hope and felt like nothing was the same. And now she was told that Harrison is alive. It almost feels too good to be true.  

When they get to the hospital they rush inside. They get the details before making their way to Harrison’s room. As (Y/n) enters the room, she freezes in the doorway. He’s there. He’s alive and she feels as if she’s dreaming. 

“Come in, love.” Harrison says, a smile on his face as he sees his wife. (Y/n) rushes over and hugs him tight, crying in relief.

 “I thought I’d lost you..” She whimpers out. 

“I’m right here, baby. I have some burns and a severly sprained wrist but I’m alive. I’m okay.” He holds her close, kissing her head as he embraces having her so close to him again. 

(Y/n) sits on the side of his bed and holds his hands softly in hers. Her tears are still flowing as she looks at the man she loved the most, who she thought she’d never see again. “They.. They told me you were gone... The past three days were torture. I thought you were dead. I couldn’t be at home, I stayed at Tom’s. Everything at home made me think of you.” 

Harrison kisses her softly before looking over at his best friend. Tom walks around the other side of the bed and hugs his friend before sitting on the chair next to them. “I told her to stay as long as she needed to. I knew it would have been hard to go back. She really worried me, though. She didn’t eat and she hardly slept at all.” 

Harrison looks back over to (Y/n). He cups her cheek softly “You need to take better care of yourself, love. I know you were hurting, but that doesn’t mean you should just give up.” 

She looks down and nods “I know. I just felt so lost without you. Please tell me you’re not going back, I don’t want to risk the chance of actually losing you. I can’t go through that again.” 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going back. I’m staying home. Everything will be okay.” He holds her close and looks over at Tom. “Thank you for taking care of her. It really means a lot.” 

Tom smiles “Of course, I wasn’t going to turn her away. You guys are my family, I love you guys.” 

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Harrison leaves the airforce and spends time at home with (Y/n). He gets a job at a cafe nearby and they both feel happy being able to see each other every day and hold each other. 

Three years of him being out of the airforce, and (Y/n) has a little girl. Harrison is grateful to be able to be there, to not miss anything due to being in the airforce. As he holds his daughter, he is grateful for coming home. Harrison can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with his wife and his daughter, and any other family they have in the future. 

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The End.

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