#i really hope my dad gets picked in shine a light

[7s3ven]

NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER. luke (pjo) pt. 2

PART 1 > PART 2 > PART 3 > PART 4 (last pt)

( masterlist )

IN WHICH… Y/N is finally claimed by her father, who turns out to be Zeus. Now, she’s stuck in an empty cabin as the only forbidden child of Zeus. Luke, on the other hand, is thrilled to be playing her knight in shining armour and getting her through each lonely day.

“I’m in the wind, you’re in the water. Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.”

( follows the show - kind of just a oneshot bc i’m bored )

Warnings : a little bit of jealousy, arguing, Y/N being indecisive and confused (real), not proof-read

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I really hope this part is good enough 🙏

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Being claimed was perhaps worse than staying in the Hermes cabin. The Zeus cabin was completely empty, much to Y/N’s dismay. Percy was unlucky enough to be a forbidden child too. Looks like neither of them would be having any half-siblings.

“I always knew she was destined for greatness.” Clarisse would say as if the life of a forbidden child wasn’t lonely and utterly isolated.

“Knock, knock.”

But there was one person who could light up the dim Zeus cabin.

“Hope you don’t mind that I brought strawberries. I picked ‘em myself. It was not easy work, let me tell you.” Luke chuckled as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. “Nice place.” He sarcastically said, staring at the cobwebs that littered the walls.

Y/N stared at him, unimpressed and unamused. “Being claimed was supposed to feel great. But I’m just back at square one again.” She huffed and took a strawberry Luke offered her. He sat beside Y/N, gesturing her to continue.

“You know, at least the Hermes cabin had another people. I’m stuck in this deserted cabin because my father finally decided that he wanted to see me! All I’m wondering is why it took so long. Why bother claiming me now?! Percy got claimed in under five days. I know people who have been claimed in one. Why did it take me ten years?! At least I know why I always attract trouble now. It’s because Zeus, that utter man whore, is my dad!”

Luke’s eyebrows silently raised at her words. “You’re welcome in the Hermes cabin any time, Y/N. Don’t forget that. I don’t think your dad was ignoring you… he was probably just waiting.”

“Yeah. Waiting until I finally proved myself to him. Because a child of Zeus should be a prodigy. No normal feat is allowed. It has to be impressive to gain his attention. How dumb.” Y/N scoffed.

“I was fine without him. I’ve gone my entire life never hearing from him and after ten years of being at camp, suddenly he wants to play daddy? He should’ve left me alone. But hey, at least you guys have more room in the Hermes cabin. I heard Chiron was going to move me.”

“What? But you’re practically part of the family. I mean, not exactly. It’d be weird if we were related because… you know… we’re friends and being such good friends with siblings seems weird.” Luke spoke so fast that Y/N couldn’t understand him.

She silently stared at him. “… You’re weird. Chiron just wanted to make more room for the newcomers. And, you know, I had been there for so long that I wasn’t considered new.”

“You okay, though? Your cuts aren’t still hurting? You don’t feel sick, right?” Luke carefully inspected her face and bruised arms, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“Luke, I’m fine.” She reassured him, laughing. “Nothing hurts anymore.”

“Guess I’ve got to let you win the next game now.” He sighed. “I can’t believe you guessed Poseidon and got it right.”

“I took a wild guess. I wasn’t expecting it to be correct.”

Luke shrugged and stood up. “I need to go check up on some kids. A new group just arrived. Will you be alright by yourself? I can always go get Clarisse.”

Y/N stared up at him and a part of Luke wished she would ask him to stay. To stay in the stuffy cabin and just… talk.

“I think I need some alone time right now.” She softly smiled, resisting the urge to ask him not to walk out, to keep her company. “I just need to process all the shit that went down.”

Luke chuckled, ruffling her hair. “That’s my girl.” He began to walk away before he turned around last minute. “Hey, Y/N… thanks for staying by my side.”

“No problem. Thanks for being my friend, Luke.”

With a wounded heart and the embarrassment of being friend-zoned hanging high over his head, Luke walked out of the Zeus cabin.

Y/N didn’t see Luke again until a few days later. He was always so busy with the new kids but he still had time to leave a small box of strawberries on her porch.

It was dinner when Y/N could finally speak to Luke. She smiled at him and subtly waved and he grinned back. He had been talking with Chris about a boring topic but his eyes lit up when he saw Y/N. Luke stood up to sit with her before he was quickly intercepted.

“Luke.” One of the new girls said, staring up at him with her big doe eyes. She was claimed the moment she stepped into camp by Aphrodite. She seemed to already be her mother’s favourite. “Are you free to sit with me and my friends? We want to ask you a few questions.”

Luke was pulled away by the girl, leaving Y/N to watch him sheepishly grin. Y/N’s smile faltered. “I think he’s avoiding me.” She muttered to Percy, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. She felt a twisted knot of jealousy well up as a girl giggled and grabbed Luke’s arm. And he let her.

The younger boy looked up in confusion. “Who? Luke? I don’t think so. Girls just seem to really like him.”

Y/N frowned but didn’t say anything else. She could only stare again as the girls around Luke laughed as he uttered something with a bashful smile.

“I’m turning in early.” Y/N said, standing up. She pushed her plate of dessert towards Percy, who slowly took it.

“You good?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’m not feeling well so I think I’m going to sleep early. Good night, Percy.” She deeply inhaled as she walked away, catching Luke’s attention.

“Excuse me, ladies. I’ll be back. I need to talk to someone.” He hurriedly got up, racing after Y/N. Percy, who was eating his second serving of cake, muffled a laugh. Luke was so whipped.

“Y/N.” The brunette boy finally caught up to her. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around. “Why are you leaving early? We haven’t talked for weeks so I thought we could use today to catch up.”

Y/N stared at him in confusion before she turned her head and quietly laughed. She covered her mouth to conceal the noise. “Luke… it’s only been three days.”

His face dropped and he cleared his throat. “I know… I was testing you. That’s all.” Yet his eyes looked at everything but Y/N. “So, how has your cabin been?”

“Lonely. It doesn’t feel the same without Chris ranting about Clarisse.” Y/N sighed, lightly biting the inside of her cheek.

“I’m not sure if I can rant about Clarisse like Chris but I could try keeping you company.” Luke offered, gazing at Y/N with eyes that begged her to agree.

She merely shrugged, not stopping Luke from strutting into her cabin and lying down on her bed. He outstretched his arms, confusing Y/N. “Hug.” Was all he said.

Y/N was never much of an affectionate person but Luke certainly was. His gestures ranged from secretly fiddling with her fingers to picking her up and swinging her around in the middle of the battle arena.

Begrudgingly, Y/N closed the distance between them. Luke grinned, pulling her closer. A few moments later, Y/N attempted to pull away. Luke prevented her from doing so. “Five more minutes.” He whispered in her ear.

But those promised five minutes turned into an hour.

And a peaceful hour turned into all night.

And all night turned into the sun rising and Clarisse waking the pair up.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding, Luke.” The Ares girl snickered, folding her arms over her chest. “Your siblings are wondering where you went. I assume by the lack of clothes on the floor that you two did nothing. How surprising for you, Luke.”

“Clarisse.” Y/N warned, sitting up.

“Okay, okay. I’m going. See you at breakfast, Y/N.” Clarisse sent her friend a teasing wink before she slithered off, laughing to herself.

“Sorry. I fell asleep.” Luke muttered, stretching. He not-so-subtly placed an arm around Y/N and when she didn’t shove him away, he smiled.

“It’s fine. I’ve already prepared myself for whatever gossip is about to spread around camp.” Y/N leaned back, shaking her head, while Luke chuckled.

“Nothing we haven’t dealt with before.” Luke retorted.

Camp Half-Blood seemed obsessed with the little thing going on between Y/N and Luke. Friendship, romance, confusing situationship. The campers called it many things.

“I’m so tired.” Y/N muttered, rubbing her tired eyes. Luke took that as his chance to gaze at her. His eyes traced over the bridge of her nose and the curve of her Cupid’s bow.

He smiled to himself, pressing his face deeper into the crook of Y/N’s neck.

“Luke. We need to get up.” As if suddenly uncomfortable with his close proximity, Y/N stood up.

“Oh. Yeah. I know how you can’t miss breakfast because you get cranky without it.” Luke chuckled while Y/N shoved him.

“Get out, Luke!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him. He bellowed out a laugh as he ran towards the exit.

“See you at breakfast, sweetheart!”

Y/N, with flushed cheeks and a racing mind, barged into the Ares cabin. “Clarisse.” She said, holding onto the doorframe for support. “I need your help.”

“What do you need?” Clarisse questioned as they walked side by side. Y/N sighed.

“Well, for starters, Luke is acting weird. I mean, he was always kind of weird but it’s gotten… more extreme. He’s getting so close and… calling me these pet names. What am I supposed to do? And why does it make me feel shy? Clarisse, help me!”

Y/N gripped her friend’s shoulders tightly. Clarisse lightly snorted. “Y/N, he’s just in love. Let the boy be.”

“In… love? W-With… me? In love with me?!” Y/N’s mind was spinning by now and it looked like this was her mid-life crisis. “He’s not… he can’t be… no… no… No! I have to go, Clarisse!”

Clarisse watched as Y/N sprinted off with the speed of a lightning bolt. “Haha. It’s so fun messing with them.”

“Hey, Clarisse. What’d you say to Y/N?” Luke immediately filled in Y/N’s spot. He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at Y/N.

“I just told her how in love you are with her.” Clarisse winked and laughed at Luke’s appalled face.

“You… did what?” He questioned, panicking. “Why… why would you do that?! Clarisse! Shit!”

Luke, just like Y/N, rushed off. Clarisse smiled again. “So fun.”

Y/N hid within the comforts of her own cabin. She was supposed to teach some of the newbies archery but she was sure Clarisse could fill in for her.

“Luke… in love with me… no way.” She shook her head and deeply sighed, clutching onto her blanket. “He likes that Aphrodite girl.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Speak of the devil. Luke opened the door, grinning at her. “Sorry I’m late. I tried meditating but I ended up falling asleep.” Classic him. “I brought you some food. I gotta teach some kids sword-fighting soon but I thought I’d just leave this here.”

Luke had one leg out of the door before Y/N stopped him. “Luke, can you maybe, I don’t know… stay over tonight? Again? It feels less lonely with you.” Y/N spoke slowly, as if testing the waters.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure. I’d be happy to keep you company. You can count on me, Sparky.”

Y/N scoffed, staring at Luke with her lips parted. “Sparky? No way are you calling me that.”

“Too bad. See ya, Sparky!” Luke managed to close the door before the pillow Y/N tossed his way hit him. She scoffed, looking around yet no words came out of her mouth.

“Sparky… Sparky?!” Y/N exclaimed in disbelief. “What sort of nickname is that?!”

Luke, who stood outside the door and heard Y/N, chuckled. He ran his tongue over his teeth, “Cute.”

A quiet knock on the door interrupted Y/N’s half-conscious nap. She stumbled to the entrance, slowly twisting the knob. “Hey.” She mumbled to Luke, who was holding an armful of snacks.

“Hey, Sparky.” He greeted her with his usual boyish smile. “Did I wake you?”

“I was just taking a small nap. You can always let yourself in, by the way.” Y/N muttered, yawning.

“I didn’t wanna be rude.” Luke replied as he stepped inside, brushing past Y/N. “Hey. I have an idea.” He suddenly said, spinning around. Y/N raised her eyebrows, gesturing him to continue. “I know you don’t like hanging out in this cabin so what do you say we check out the lake?”

“That’s breaking the rules.” Y/N said, shaking her head.

“Come on, I wanna go on a walk. And I’m already breaking rules being here. A few more can’t hurt.”

Y/N wanted to say no but how could she when Luke was looking at her like that?

“Fine.” She softly agreed. Luke dropped the snacks onto Y/N’s bed before dragging her out of her cabin. She didn’t even have time to grab a jacket.

Luke placed a finger over his lips, telling Y/N to be quiet. The two carefully creeped through the words, quietly giggling as they shoved each other.

“It’s prettier at night.” Y/N whispered, staring at the lake that sparkled in the moonlight. Luke smiled, nodding his head.

“Yeah.” He replied, but he wasn’t looking at the glittering water. He was looking at Y/N. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”

Y/N turned her head, faltering when she saw that Luke was already gazing at her. His lips curved into a bright smile.

“So, so… beautiful.” He repeated, staring into her eyes.

“Luke.” She muttered, thickly gulping. Butterflies swirled around in her stomach. After years of pushing down her growing feelings for Luke, they were coming back.

“Y/N.” He chuckled, adjusting his stance. But he slipped and fell into the lake. Y/N gasped, staring into the murky darkness.

“Luke?” She called out. “Luke!” He resurfaced, spitting out a mouthful of water. A few moments passed before Y/N burst into laughter. She stepped forward but tripped over a stray tree root. She hit the water with a loud slap, shocking Luke. He gasped, quickly swimming over. “Sparky, you good?” Luke questioned, holding her tightly.

She coughed. “It hurt a little but I’m good. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Thanks for asking, Sparky.” He twirled a strand of Y/N’s wet hair around his finger, his gaze flickering to her lips. “Don’t kill me for this, Y/N.” He whispered, leaning forward.

His lips pressed against Y/N’s, who froze in shock. The kiss only lasted a moment before Luke pulled away, holding back the animalistic urge to do it again.

“I won’t kill you… if you don’t kill me.” Y/N quietly responded, grabbing Luke by the front of his shirt and tugging him forward.

The second kiss was less controlled, more wild. Luke held Y/N tightly, scared she would slip away if he lowered his guard. In this moment, Luke didn’t care about his drenched t-shirt or his soaking hair. All he cared about, and had cared about for the last few years, was the girl in front of him

“You kissed?!” Clarisse screamed, tugging on the ends of her curled hair.

“Hey! I don’t want everybody to know!” Y/N hurriedly shushed the girl. They were hanging around in the arena for some extra sword training and Y/N clumsily mentioned last night.

“Okay, but seriously. Reel back. You guys kissed? Not once, but twice? Oh, man, Y/N. You are so whipped for Luke!”

“I am not! Besides,” Y/N fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke, “I heard one of the new Aphrodite girls is interested in Luke.”

“What? And you’re just gonna let her have him? You’ve been crushing on Luke since you first saw him.”

“I wouldn’t call it that! It was admiration.” Y/N quickly snapped to defend herself. Clarisse mockingly raised an eyebrow.

“You couldn’t stop gushing over how he pushed you out of harm’s way when you got claimed.” The Ares kid pointed out.

Y/N huffed. “I mean, I’m a feminist, obviously. But… I wouldn’t really mind him saving me. I’m not entirely opposed… to the idea. I’m just torn, okay?!”

“What are you confused about? Luke obliviously has the hots for you too.”

“Luke and I have been good friends for ages! I’ve known him for ages too! If we start dating and it goes up in flames… I don’t only lose a partner but I also lose a friend! There’s so many factors to consider. So many things that could go wrong.”

“You already kissed. Sooner or later, he’s gonna confront you.” Clarisse’s eyes flickered to a figure behind Y/N, “And looks like he chose now. You wanna talk to him or do you want me to make a distraction?”

“Distraction, please. I’m not ready. I need to understand my own feelings before dealing with his.” Y/N practically begged Clarisse. Being such a good friend, the daughter of Ares nodded.

“I got your back, girl.” She walked past Y/N, blocking Luke’s path. “Yo, Luke, you interested in having a little spar?”

“Uh, actually, I need to talk to Y/N.” Luke uttered, glancing over at the H/C-haired girl.

“Y/N needs to check on someone. One of the Ares kids got badly injured. You go ahead, Y/N. I’ll be with you soon.” Clarisse waved her off. Y/N silently hurried off, avoiding all eye contact with Luke.

She wasn’t ready to face him just yet. I mean, what do you say to a friend you kissed? More like made out with. And passionately, might I add. Beside a lake at night.

Y/N knew Luke would go looking for her an hour before curfew, so that’s exactly why she sought refuge in the Ares cabin.

“This feels stupid.” She murmured as she rolled under one of the bed, shooing the dust away.

“He’s obviously going to try and ask Clarisse about your whereabouts. You only have to hide under there until he leaves.” Erin, a girl who was a year younger than Y/N, spoke. As predicted, Luke knocked at the door.

“Hey.” He said when Erin swung it open. “Is Y/N or Clarisse here? I need to talk to ether of them but Y/N would be preferred.”

Erin shook her head. “No. Clarisse is showering right now. Maybe check Apollo’s cabin for Y/N. She might be helping out with the injured. She does that sometimes.”

The second Luke disappeared, Y/N crawled out from under the bed. She combed away the dust in her hair. “I know what you’re thinking.” She grumbled, looking up at Erin. “Why am I going through all this trouble? It’s complicated. I’m not ready to face him… yet.”

Erin hummed as she stepped towards Y/N. “None of us will be helpful with advice but if you really want help, visit the Aphrodite cabin.”

That’s how Y/N found herself standing on a porch decorated with pink and hearts and shining pearls. She sighed to herself before she hesitatingly knocked. A short blond girl answered the door immediately.

“We’ve been waiting for you.” She said while Y/N stared at her in discomfort. “Not in a creepy way, though. I swear. We knew you’d need help with you-know-who so we kind of planned it already. Come in.”

The girl warmly guided Y/N inside, beaming. “Our head counsellor isn’t here at the moment but Mai should be plenty of help!” The blond girl pointed over to a brunette who sat on her bed, reading a book. She was dressed in black shorts and a pink crop top. But when Mai looked up, Y/N was sure she was judging her.

“On second thought,” Y/N nervously said, “Maybe I should come back another time. Maybe in the afternoon?”

“The time you come doesn’t matter.” Mai piped up, closing her book. She gazed at Y/N curiously. “You’re afraid of expressing your feelings, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t know this was a therapy session.” Y/N lightly joked.

“Y/N, it’s obvious to everybody that you harbour some feelings towards Luke.” Mai said, pressing her pink-tinted lips into a thin line. “You guys are like the dynamic duo. I understand that dating someone who’s also a friend is scary but sometimes you’ve got to take the risk.”

“If you’re scared about going back to your cabin and running into Luke, you can crash here for the night.” The blonde girl from before offered. Nobody else seemed to have any problems with that so Y/N agreed.

She ended up on the bunk next to Mai, her unlicensed love therapist. Y/N tossed and turned but she still couldn’t fall asleep. She quietly groaned, rubbing her eyes.

“Can’t sleep either, huh?” Mai piped up, pursing her lips.

“No. I can’t help but worry.”

“Let me ask you one question, Y/N. Do you like him?”

“Luke?”

“I didn’t say a name.”

Y/N groaned again. “Fine. You got me. Yes. I guess I like him. I like his smile and how he’s always giving me food and how he barges in when I’m feeling lonely. I think his curled hair is adorable and there’s no other guy better-looking than him to me. But… I’m scared that I just like his platonically. Or what if we do date and I end up losing him?”

Mai smiled. “Don’t stress over it too much. You’re the daughter of Zeus, after all.”

“Yeah, thanks. Good night, Mai.”

“Night, Y/N.”

Luke approached Y/N the next day at breakfast. He let out a subtle sigh of relief when she didn’t run away. “Hey,” He whispered to her, tapping her shoulder and interrupting her conversation with Erin and Clarisse. “Can we talk? Alone?”

“Uh, yeah.” Y/N exchanged looks with both of the girls, who nodded and mouthed good luck. “What did you want to talk about?” Y/N asked when they were in the safety of her cabin and away from all the prying eyes. She played with the hem of her bright orange shirt.

“Forgive me for how blunt I’m going to be but what are we, Y/N?” Luke asked, not beating around the bush.

“We’re friends.” Y/N choked out, her conversation with Mai last night going down the drain. Perhaps it was selfish but a part of her wanted to remain friends because at least that way, neither of them would get hurt.

“No.” Luke wildly shook his head, “Friends don’t kiss. Friends don’t spend the night in the other’s cabin. Friends don’t look at each other like we do. Friends don’t sneak out in the middle of the night to go to a lake and end up making out! And now you’re ignoring me!”

His voice increased in volume the more he spoke.

“That was a mistake, Luke! I-I didn’t meant to! It just happened! I’m not ignoring you! What makes you think that?!”

“Well, what am I supposed to think, Y/N? You’re always running off and our conversations are up and down now. Sometimes we don’t talk for days! Sometimes you seem obsessed with me! I don’t know what to think!”

“That’s rich, coming from you!” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “If you’re not with Chris then you’re with that Aphrodite girl! You practically ignore me when you’re with her!” Y/N harshly poked his chest.

“I do not! And back to the previous conversation, was it really a mistake? Was hugging me a mistake? Was staring so adoringly at me a mistake? Was kissing me a mistake?! Maybe it was a mistake to you, but it wasn’t to me.” Luke caressed her face, holding it tightly. “Kissing you… will never be a mistake to me. Never, ever.”

Y/N gulped, practically shaking in Luke’s embrace. His lips lightly brushed her’s and she flinched.

“Sparky- Princess- Y/N,” He finally decided on what to call her in the heated moment. “I have feelings for you. And I have for a long time. So if you don’t like me back… just tell me. Because I can’t spend the rest of my life chasing after you. I get that you might be in denial but once I walk through those doors, I’m giving up.”

“Luke…”

“Do you like me or not?”

“Luke… please…” Y/N didn’t really know what she was begging for. Tears welled up in her eyes as he took a small step towards the door.

“Do you like me or not?” He repeated in a firmer tone.

Y/N silently stared at the ground, her hands clenched into fists.

“I guess I was wrong about you returning my feelings… I’m sorry for bothering you. I’ll leave now.”

Y/N’s body moved on its own as she reached out to grab his arm and harshly pull him back. Her voice was supposed to be gentle but hanging out with Clarisse seemed to have an impact on her.

“Of course I like you, Luke! How could I not? But I’m afraid and confused and I don’t know what to do. I see the way other girls look at you. They like you. And I’m scared that I don’t stand a chance against them. And what if we mess up, Luke? If we date then break up, we won’t be able to be friends again. I can’t handle that!”

“I don’t think I can be just friends with you right now, Y/N.” Luke softly replied, taking Y/N’s hand in his and pressing a light kiss to it. Y/N stared at him with flushed cheeks. “I don’t care about any of those other girls. The only person I care about is you. We don’t have to rush into a relationship but I just need to hear you say that you like me. That’s all I need for now. Can you do that for me?”

Y/N shakily inhaled. “I…” She hesitated. “I like you, Luke.”

Luke pulled her into a hug, smiling as he inhaled the sweet scent of Y/N’s perfume. “That’s all I needed to hear, Sparky.”

[stvharrngton]

hii! i don’t really request things but i was thinking about something with steve and i had to share it

dilf steve.

imagine if he’s dropping off your kid at daycare or something and he keeps getting hit on by other moms, and gets invited to a party and obviously he brings us along

and he keeps getting hit on at the party and we’re jealous the whole time and very touchy with steve 🤭

i love this idea i just hope i did it justice 😭

pairing: dad!steve x mom!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none really, some flirty behaviour, kissing

requests are open!

“Dad?”

“Yes, baby?” Steve asked, eyes darting to the rear view mirror to get a glance of his daughter strapped safely into her car seat in the back.

“Where’s Mommy?” your inquisitive and curious baby girl, Ivy, asked. Her tiny hands fiddling with the straps of her car seat.

“Mom works early, remember, bug? So Dad takes you to daycare.” Steve said with a chuckle as he pulled the car into the parking lot of the daycare.

After setting the car in park and unstrapping your daughter from her seat, he scooped her up in his arms, spinning her round before settling her on his hip. She giggled wildly and it was music to Steve’s ears every single time.

“You all set for school, baby?” Steve asked, hiking up her backpack that was slung over his shoulder. He was about to set her down so she could run off and play before he was approached by one of the other moms.

“Oh, Mr. Harrington!” Ms. Burkley, Phoebe’s Mom chimed sweetly, waving her manicured hand around frantically to catch his attention.

Steve pursed his lips together in a polite smile, thinking of nothing worse than engaging in this conversation right now. Ms. Burkley was part of a group of Moms at the daycare that took a particular shine to Steve. Flirted with him at every opportunity they got, despite the ring that so obviously sat on his finger.

“Oh, hey, Ms. Burkley.” Steve replied, nevertheless, offering a wave and a polite smile, your daughter still clutching at his side.

“Please, it’s Amanda, how many times have I told you!” she joked, playfully slapping him on the shoulder. Too many times, Steve thought as his eyes glanced to where the woman’s hand had just been.

It was almost as if they sniffed him out one by one. As soon as one of them had seen him arrive at daycare, the rest of them sensed he had arrived. One by one the group became larger, the Moms surrounding Steve, each and every one shamelessly flirting with the man.

One of the older ones piped up, Steve thought her name was Karen or Kelly maybe, “Oh, Steve,” she chirped, “we’re having a get together at my house on Friday. You should come! We’d all love to see you there but leave the little one with a sitter.”

Steve raised an eyebrow in suspicion, his head turning to glance at your daughter who was babbling to herself and something or other. Karen, or Kelly, handed Steve a small piece of paper which he assumed was some sort of invitation with her street address on it.

“Right, thanks,” Steve murmured, shoving the card in his jacket pocket, “well, I better get going, ladies. Best get Ivy into her teacher. Say bye, honey.” Steve urged her but she wouldn’t budge, still clinging onto Steve’s side for dear life.

The day soon rolled to a close and you and Steve were getting ready for bed. Steve heard you click the light off in your en-suite, rubbing the last of your moisturiser into your skin, Steve already settled in your soft bed.

“Hey, honey?” he called out to you, his thumb rubbing over the piece of paper he was given earlier, “You’ll never guess what happened to me today.”

You appeared through the threshold as you made your way to your side of the bed, “What’s that, babe?”

“I got invited to a party,” he smirked as he handed you the makeshift invitation.

“Did you go to pick up girls whilst Ivy was in school?” you teased, your eyes scanning over the name and address on the paper, written in pink cursive.

“Oh, come on, baby,” he cooed, scooting up closer to you, “you know there’s no one else for me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, his lips smattering kisses over any skin he could find. His fingertips digging into the skin beneath your pyjamas. You whisper-shouted for him to stop between your fit of laughter, careful not to wake your sleeping daughter.

“Is this from one of those Moms at the daycare?” you asked, reading the swirly pink writing on the paper once more. Steve nodded.

Steve had told you previously about the flirty Moms at Ivy’s daycare, how they’d oggle him up and down, laugh at anything he said, even if it wasn’t funny. You laughed it off, but this seemed a little odd. It caught you off guard.

“Are you gonna go?” you asked, voice quiet as you set the invite on the side table next to your bed. 

“We’re gonna go,” Steve insisted, “so I can show off my pretty wife.”

You were by no way insecure in your relationship, in your marriage, with Steve. You knew he worshipped the ground you walked on, you knew he didn’t have eyes for anyone else. But you couldn’t lie, the thought of rubbing their faces in it did sound kind of fun.

Friday soon rolled around, you dropped Ivy off at Robin’s and made your way to the address that was written on the paper. You stood side by side with your arms linked as you rang the doorbell, Steve with a six pack in hand and you with a plate of muffins you’d baked.

Kelly or Karen answered the door, a huge grin on her face when she saw Steve. Her gaze panned to you and the smile softened, you could see the confusion behind her eyes that he didn’t come alone.

“Steve!” she chirped all shrill like, “I’m so glad you made it.” She reached a hand out to clutch at his bicep before taking the six pack from his arm. “And who’s this?” she asked, her gaze casting towards you once more, her perfectly painted red lips pursing together.

Steve began to speak before you interjected, extending your hand for her to shake, “Oh, I’m Steve’s wife.” You answered matter-of-factly, a smug smile on your face.

The party seemed to be in full swing, as boring as it may be. Steve kept getting carted off, dragged from pillar to post, by someone different each time it seemed. To look at a classic car stored away in the garage, or old basketball trophies that Steve didn’t really care about. So you nursed the same glass of wine you’d had for the past hour, accompanied by one of the other Moms from the daycare you actually knew well.

You were mid conversation, laughing casually at something someone said when you caught a glance of Steve to your side in the kitchen. The lady whose house this was, you still didn’t know her name and frankly, you didn’t care to either, was leaning over the kitchen island in her low cut dress with everything on show. They were talking about something, you had no idea what, but she had a look in her eye and kept twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. You all but lost it when she moved from around the counter, her hand on Steve’s bicep once more but her other on his chest this time.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled, smiling to your company politely. You watched as you got closer, how Steve tried to back up step by step, to shirk himself away from her touch, his shoulders tense. He soon faltered when he felt your hand smooth across his back, your fingers travelling downwards until your hand was snuggly in the back pocket of his Levi’s.

“Oh, hey, honey!” Steve exclaimed, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He slung his arm over your shoulder, beer bottle in hand, pulling you closer.

“Hey, handsome,” you purred, your fingers reaching up to his chin, tickling the light scruff that resided there before they settled on his cheek, pulling him in for a slightly over the top kiss. Steve smirked against your lips, knowing exactly what you were doing. You licked your lips when you pulled away, a glint in your eye, “oh, sorry,” you chuckled, “am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all,” Steve hummed. You both cast your eyes to the poor disgruntled woman standing on the other side of Steve, a scowl on her face as she sulked in her pretty red dress. She stormed off and you both sniggered in her wake.

“Can we go outside? I need some air.” You entwined your fingers with Steve’s larger ones, pulling him outside through the already open patio doors. 

The spring air was cool on your skin, Steve noticing the chill that shivered through you, immediately shedding his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. “You okay?” Steve murmured, fingers stroking at your cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind your ear.

“Peachy,” you hummed. Big doe eyes blinking up at your husband before you peered back inside of the house, catching a glimpse of the famous group of flirty Moms.

“You’re not– you’re not jealous, are you?” Steve posed, holding your face in his large hands so softly, chuckling in disbelief. “Oh, honey,” he cooed, “you know you have nothing to be jealous about, I’m yours.”

“I know,” you shrugged, hooking your arms around Steve’s neck as his moved to your waist, pulling you flush against his body, “but I still don’t like it.” 

A pretty little pout formed on your lips, your eyes still wandering inside of the house to see if they were still watching. Steve turned to where your gaze was focused, noticing the other ladies watching your every move, rolling their eyes in tandem. Steve sighed, his eyes falling back on you.

“C’mere,” he whispered, pulling you into him. Steve brushed his lips against yours softly, your lips fitting together perfectly. You melted into the kiss, momentarily forgetting where you were, stood in some stranger’s backyard, making out with your husband. Steve licked into you all pretty, sighing into your lips, “Y’know, Robin still has Ivy for a couple hours… Wanna get outta here?”

You felt the heat creep up on your cheeks at his suggestion, pondering it over in your mind. “Actually, can we stay for a little longer?” you asked, your finger drawing shapes across his firm chest, “Making them jealous is kinda fun. You could have me sit on your lap in front of them all whilst I laugh hysterically at all your bad jokes, Stevie.”

Steve feigned offence, his eyebrows raised in shock as his hair shook with the sudden takeback. “You’re saying you don’t really find my jokes funny? Well, honey, I’m offended.” “Oh, shut up, Harrington.” you giggled, swatting at his chest, “Let’s go back inside, then you can take me home.”

[apomaro-mellow]

Hot for Teacher(s) 12

Part 11

Eddie was aware of Valentine’s Day. It was a big day in first grade where crushes ran rampant. He rarely had anything to do with it himself though. But as the day approached, he thought about all the ways he could spend it with Steve. It did happen to fall on a Saturday this year, so they’d both be free from work.

He waved each kid off as their parents came to pick them up. When Steve came up, he felt the same urge to kiss him, to scent him, to be able to be closer than they were right now but needing to keep up appearances for professionalism’s sake. Shawn stayed between them and anyone looking from afar simply saw a parent speaking with a teacher.

“Are you coming over tonight?”, Shawn asked, used to Eddie coming over a few times a week at this point for dinner.

“Of course, bud. But I’m gonna be a little late”, he replied, then looked up at Steve. “Got a meeting to go to.”

Steve nodded. Fourth quarter was upon all schools in the county and that meant a lot of meetings about different things. Testing, close down procedures, grades, promotions or holding someone back, graduations and award ceremonies. Or maybe it was something more insular. Either way, Steve had been dragged to his own impromptu meetings, so he understood. 

Shawn hugged Eddie’s leg and without thinking, he scented him, rubbing his wrist to the top of his head before Shawn took his dad’s hand and bounced off.

Eddie didn’t tell Steve the meeting was just him and the principal, but he saw no reason to worry him when he had no idea why he was being called on in the first place. He sat down and it started normal but then the principal’s words began to sink like lead in his stomach.

“Inappropriate relations…unfair treatment…special attention…parental concerns…”

It took him a moment to respond and he realized the man before him had asked him a question. Eddie had to take a second to gather his thoughts.

“Let me get this straight, one of my student’s parents thinks that I’m in a relationship with another parent? And that I’m giving another student unfair advantages because of that?”

He was met with a nod and not much else and Eddie had been on this side of an interrogation before. He knew the questioning party preferred to rely on the other person’s guilt to get them to admit to something but Eddie wasn’t guilty of anything. If anyone found out about him and Steve and was making these conclusions, obviously that wasn’t ideal. But if they were also positing that this was why Shawn’s academic performance was so high…well they didn’t know his classroom.

So Eddie just crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. He and Principal Parker weren’t really at odds, but in general Eddie liked to push the boundaries.

“Does this parent have proof of this special treatment? Or proof of this relationship?”

“I was hoping you could shine some light on that situation”, Parker said.

Which either meant he didn’t know or was hoping Eddie’s info would match his mystery informant. Like a lot of administration, Parker hid his scent so Eddie couldn’t tell much from it. Either way, he wasn’t about to just give the man details he didn’t need.

“I’m not having inappropriate relations with anyone.” There was nothing wrong with what he and Steve were doing and that was private anyway. “And none of my students are getting anything special.” Nothing besides the extra attention some of them needed in math or reading. 

He was dismissed with the promise/warning that the situation would be monitored. When he arrived at Steve’s he was glad to be greeted with a kiss. It was like a balm for his nerves. 

“How was the meeting?”

Eddie wondered how much he should tell him now, knowing that Steve was directly involved. But Shawn came crashing against his legs like he hadn’t just seen him, so he couldn’t say everything now.

“Parker wanted to meet about some parent complaints. What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta!”, Shawn exclaimed. “Did you know there’s like a hundred kinds?”

“Yeah? And how many can you name?”, Eddie asked as he went to help Steve with the preparations.

“Macaroni, spaghetti, fettuccine, um, angel…”

Listening to Shawn list pastas while he and Steve made dinner, Eddie didn’t know how anyone could find anything wrong with it. But perhaps people couldn’t see how serious it was when they were just boyfriends. Which meant he had to do what was right and make it legitimate.

With it being Valentine’s Day that week, it was the perfect time to do a mini lesson on old courting methods and procedures. He got his student’s attention with all the different types of gifts a suitor would give to their intended. They were a little confused on why someone might need a parent’s permission to do it though.

“Can’t they just ask?”, Yasmin scratched her head.

“It’s kind of like asking someone’s parent if they can play outside”, Eddie explained. “But in this case, it’s asking if you can ask them out.”

“What if both their parents are dead?” Elodie asked, a grin on her face like she said something funny.

“Then you have to ask someone important in their life”, Eddie said.

Friday, the kids came in with cards and candy for everyone and some even shared with him, which he was always grateful for. At the end of the day, Steve came to get Shawn as always.

“I should just put you down as a designated guardian so you can just drive him home whenever you’re dropping by”, Steve teased.

And that certainly wouldn’t help the allegations but neither would Eddie kissing him the way he wanted to right now. Eddie followed almost immediately after them though and he went right to Shawn when he arrived.

He knelt down in front of the pup, keeping his face serious. “As the next of kin of my intended, I would like to ask your permission to officially court your father.”

Steve’s eyes widened as he held his breath for Shawn’s answer. He had his nose scrunched up and lips pouted a bit. His thinking face.

“Do you have a good courting gift?”, Shawn asked.

Eddie had set his bag down on the floor and now he pulled a folded shirt from it. He unfolded it to reveal that it was a Corroded Coffin t-shirt. Shawn took it and looked it over before giving it a quick whiff and an approving nod. 

“That’s a good gift. You have my permission. Here you go Dad”, Shawn held the shirt out for him.

Steve came over, hands shaking a little as he took it, bringing it up to his nose and taking a deep breath. He had never received a gift like this. An offering for his nest, one meant to begin an official courtship. It was old fashioned, but romantic. Eddie rose up on his knees, looking a little nervous, as if Steve would ever refuse him.

To assuage those fears, Steve leaned in close and touched his cheek to Eddie’s. “You know you’ll have to scent this everyday for me, right?”

That night, Steve wore the shirt to bed and Eddie got to scent him in earnest. Saturday morning came and it was decided the three of them would go out for Valentine’s Day. Eddie didn’t like to make assumptions, but he was pretty sure Billy wasn’t the best father even on good days. He didn’t want Shawn to think he was only here for Steve.

He made chocolate chip pancakes for them both and then they drove to the aquarium. While Shawn had his face pressed to the glass of a tank, Eddie told Steve more about the meeting.

“I don’t think anything’s gonna come of it. But just in case any of the other parents try and make trouble for you…”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Respectfully, they can fuck off. My kid is smart because I put in work early.” Working with kids who were below grade level for several reasons made Steve realize how important it was for parents to take education seriously. Shawn excelled in kindergarten before Eddie and he’d do so in second grade after Eddie. But he knew parents fussing could cause huge problems down the line.

“You’re not in any trouble, are you?”

Eddie shook his head. “Parker’s the kind that doesn’t like rocking the boat. He’ll probably tell the parent that he spoke with me.” And if they kept kicking up dust, Eddie would be more than happy to evaluate their own child and give suggestions of how to improve their performance. “Like you said, they can fuck off.”

Of course that was when Shawn ran back to them, jaw dropped and frozen in his tracks at what he’d heard. Steve wasn’t helping by snickering and hiding it horribly in Eddie’s shoulder.

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The true test came a week later, as it was Shawn’s birthday and Eddie would be attending not as his teacher, but as the alpha dating his dad. He laughed a little to himself thinking off the other times kids would invite him to their parties that he would have to express interest in but politely decline.

Of course his classmates were invited and that meant when the doorbell rang, Eddie was able to greet them and welcome them inside. A few were a bit surprised to see him at the Harrington household, but were able to disguise it for the most part. He knew they had questions. Eddie let his body language do the talking and so did Steve. 

Sitting close, arms around each other, never straying too far from each other, openly scenting Shawn in front of others because for all intents and purposes, that was his pup. Shawn loved all of his gifts, including the sets of miniatures from Eddie.

Steve shook his head. “You’re trying to indoctrinate him into that dungeons game, I know it.”

“When it’s DnD it’s indoctrinating, but when you buy him a basketball it’s just a game. I see how it is. The double standard”, Eddie lamented, hand to his chest as Shawn opened the rest of his gifts.

No one said a word against them then, but it was now out in the open. Mr. Munson was dating Mr. Harrington.

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“Hey! I remembered the name of the thing! It’s Molang, not the Cinnamoroll one”, Steve said, in the middle of brushing Shawn’s hair for bed.

Shawn’s face scrunched up. “That was so long agoooo.”

“Yeah but I was right. You’re all soft and squishy like that”, he smiled, pushing his son’s cheeks together and giggling through the mirror.

“Mmnot soft”, Shawn protested.

“Alright then, go ahead and brush Mr. Not Soft.”

Shawn grabbed his toothbrush. “Just call me Mr. Hard.”

“Not doin’ that”, Steve muttered under his breath as he walked out of the bathroom. He put on the CC shirt. It was fresh from when Eddie scented it just about an hour ago when he’d been here. Not for the first time he wondered if it was too soon to just ask him to move in. He spent half the week in this bedroom anyway.

Eddie’s courting gifts extended to Shawn as well, who got his own t-shirt. This one wasn’t from the band, they didn’t have kids merch. It was simply one with a vintage print of a dragon that Eddie had scented as well. After brushing his teeth, Shawn settled into his bed for story time and Steve grabbed a kid’s chapter book they were working through. Shawn’s latest obsession was the Magic Treehouse series.

More often than not, Shawn would take over reading and sometimes Steve found himself nodding off. It was happening now and his eyelids got heavy when he heard the doorbell ring, putting him on high alert. Eddie had been by earlier, had he forgotten something? Robin usually texted before coming through, but emergencies did happen from time to time.

Besides that, he couldn’t think of who else could be calling on them this late. The doorbell rang again and there was knocking this time. Steve knew he had no obligation to open it. Whoever it was could come back at a more reasonable time. But the oddness of it compelled him to answer. 

He went downstairs and did a quick assessment. There were several things around that he could use as a weapon just in case it was some sort of assailant and Shawn knew how to dial 911. Then he shook his head. He lived in a nice neighborhood, that sort of thing didn’t happen here.

Nothing could have prepared him for opening the door and seeing Billy on the other side of it. 

Part 13

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Embry Call x fem reader

Car Troubles

Your car randomly turns off in the middle of the reservation. "Fuck!" You sigh and bury your face in your hands.

No family to call because you moved to Washington on your own for a new life. You started working at the post office a little bit away from La Push. You take this way home because it is more peaceful.

You grab your phone and try to find a coworker to call and rescue you. It's way too dark and cold for all of this mess.

The only person you believe would be able to help you is your boss, Miss Casey.

The phone keeps ringing until "the person you are trying to reach-" You hang up. You look up towing companies.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You jump and look at your window. A man standing there. "Do you need help?" He calls through the window. By his voice, he's a young man. You're too scared to open your door. "I'm fine." You call out. "My name is Embry Call. I live on this reservation. My best friend, Jacob Black, is a mechanic. I can help you." He says in a kind voice.

You can't really see his face, considering it is dark as hell. "If you don't feel comfortable, I can call a tow-"

You cut him off by opening your door and stepping out. He's standing over you. He's got to be six feet!

"Thank you, Embry." The cold is hitting your face. You do have a coat on, but it's not enough for you. He notices you shivering and takes off his jacket, leaving him with just a shirt.

"It's thin, but I hope it helps.'' He hands it to you. You take it from him and put it on. His jacket smells so freaking good. Like cologne and fresh linen. "I'm going to call Jake out here to pick up your car."

"Thank you." You hold onto your arms. "Here, come sit in the car while it's still warm." You offer, getting in the drivers seat. He walks around, getting in the passenger side. You're worried about how cold he must be!

He pulls out his phone and calls Jake. "Hey! So, I'm on the side of the road. There's a young lady here, her car died. Can you come get us? We are past Emily's, getting close to the beach. Awesome, thanks. Would you be able to look at her car? Cool, man." He hangs up and turns to you. "He'll be here in just a second."

You sit awkwardly. There's a man you don't know in your car, it's dark, so you have no clue on what he looks like.

After a few minutes, a truck pulls up and parks right in front of you. His red taillights shine through, and you catch a glimpse of Embry's brown hair and brown eyes. He steps out and you follow along.

Jake steps out of his truck, pulling out some rope thingy. "I will begin working on your car as soon as we get to my place." He says while connecting your car to the end of the rope. "Thanks so much." You smile. You see Jacob as he moves back, and the taillight shines on him. Embry walks to the front of your car where Jacob is and leans down helping him. You see Embry.

Oh. My. God.

He's fucking hot.

"You can get in my truck. Is it okay if I bring you to my place? It's just me and my dad, Billy Black."

"Yeah, that's okay!" You get in the back seat of his truck. After a couple of mins, the guys hop in the front seat.

"You from here?" Jacob asks.

"No, sir." You respond shyly.

Embry and Jake laugh.

"Sir? Polite!" Jake chuckles.

"What's your name?" Embry asks.

"Y/n."

They pull up to this small house. "Here, let's go inside. Jake will look at your car." Embry spoke. He gets out and then opens your door. He helps you out of the truck and brings you inside.

LIGHT!

You turn to face Embry. Your eyes meet so suddenly. He takes a breath and his lips part.

There's a tug on your heart. He's so beautiful.

He coughs and looks away. "You can sit on the couch. There's blankets there you could use. I'll get you something to drink." He frantically moves to the kitchen.

You turn your heel and walk into the living room. There's a man in a wheel chair. "Who do we got here?" He smiles. His presence is calming. "I'm y/n. Embry and Jacob helped me on the side of the road. My car broke down." You grab a blanket and pull it around your arms. He shakes his head. "They are some good boys... well, men. They're grown now. I'm Billy." He chuckles. You smile at him and check the time on your phone.

9:35.

Embry walks in with a glass of water and a small cookie. "Well, I'm off to bed. I hope everything works out for you." He leaves the living room. "Night, Billy." Embry says. "Goodnight, boy." He calls back.

Embry sits next to you and sets the cookie and water on the coffee table. He looks at you and then leans back. "Where did you move here from?" He asks.

"I left (your state) to start over. I work at the post office down that way." You point. "I go home this way because the road is peaceful." You smile.

You lean over and grab your water and cookie. "I'm glad you moved here."

You look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Well, I guess I am too. I have new friends now!" You nudge his knee with yours.

You are SOOOO sleepy. At this point, it's 11 pm. You and Embry have just been talking away. You end up leaning in Embry's side somehow. He's so warm! He has an arm wrapped around you. You keep Yawning.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" He asks.

"Thankfully, no. It's a Sunday dumby." You giggle, keeping your face hidden in his chest. "Do you want me to take you home so you can sleep?"

You don't want to leave Embry's side for some reason. It confuses you because you know nothing about him. But he's so good-looking, and you just crave his energy.

"Can we check on my car?" You look up at him. He nods, and you two stand up. You put the blanket down, but he picks it back up and wraps it around you. You blush and hold on to it. "Let's go." He smiles.

He has an arm wrapped around you, guiding you through the dark to the back. You hear ruckus and some music. There's a light bulb hanging down that's turned on. There's Jacob standing over the hood of your car. "Hey, how's it going in here?" Embry speaks up. Jacob turns around and looks at the two of you. His eyes glance at Embry, and he makes a knowing face, slightly nodding. "Well, I figured out the problem. I can get this thing started back up tonight, but you do need a new battery for this car. I can get you one. On the house." He laughs, closing the hood. He steps in the car, starting it. It fires up perfectly.

He gets out, and you give him a side hug. "Thanks so much, Jacob! Thanks to both of you. I will buy the new battery. I don't want to put that on you." You say. Embry steps closer to you. You notice and step back into him. He catches on and rubs your arm softly.

Jacob shakes his head. "Nah. Let me handle it." He smiles. "You won't win, y/n. We are some stubborn people." Embry chuckles.

"Embry, do you want to take her home, just in case it breaks down again?"

You look over at the man, and he looks down at you. "Is that okay?" He asks.

"Yes. I'm actually nervous about it happening again." You giggle.

"It's this driveway here." You point. Embry ended up driving for you. "Thank you so much." You look at him. He hands you his phone. "Put your number in here." He smiles. You do as he asks and hand it back to him. "How will you get home?"

"Don't worry. Jacob will pick me up."

You guys get out of the car, and you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him. "I can't thank you enough!"

He puts his hands on your back. You feel the warmth go through your coat. "Don't thank me. It was my pleasure helping a beautiful damsel in distress." He laughs.

You blush and pull back from him.

--- Next day---

You wake up and see Embry's jacket is folded next to you. You forgot to give it back to him. You grab your phone and check it.

Number: Hey, it's Embry. Just got your battery in.

You think of what to say.

You know what, fuck it. Let's be bold! If he runs, he runs.

Y/n: okay, handsome.

You get up and take a shower. Then, you change into some clothes and do some makeup.

Your doorbell rings. You jump up and go get it.

There stands Embry. He's leaning on the door frame. He has a Grey shirt with a green flannel that's rolled to his elbows. Oh god. No. Ovaries CALM DOWN.

"Hey, beautiful." He smiles. Your HEART exploded. "I brought your car." He turns so you can see your car in the driveway. "Thank you so much! Do you want to come in? I can make you lunch?" You offer. His eyebrows raise up. "I won't turn down food." He giggles.

You let him inside, and he looks around. You walk to the kitchen, he follows. He sits down on a chair at the table. "I should bring some food to Jacob too as a thank you." You start making him a sandwhich, pulling out stuff. "He'll appreciate it."

"What do you like on your sandwhich?" You turn to face him. "Anything and everything."

"Not a picky guy. Easy!" You pull out everything you got and slap it on there. "How many sandwiches do you want?"

"I could take two. Growing boy." He pats his stomach. You laugh and shake your head. "You've got humor, Call."

Embry convinced you to meet his family and friends. So, here you are, at a bonfire. You met Emily, Sam, Kim, Jared, Rachel, Paul, Seth, Leah, Quil, Leah, and Renesmee.

Right now, everyone is dancing to loud music. You stand there awkwardly, sipping on your drink. "Wanna dance?" Embry speaks behind you. You turn and see him smiling sweetly. "How could I say no to you?" You gush, putting a hand over your heart. "Hey, if that's how you feel about me, I'll take it." He chuckles. You place your drink down on the whole table that's set up with food spread out. He grabs your waist and pulls you close to him. Your arms wrap around his neck. You get lost in each other's eyes. His chocolate ones burning into your being. How could you feel like this? You just met him!

The music stops, and Billy calls for everyone around the fire. Embry lightly holds your fingers, pulling you with him. Your hand vibrates, and it goes up your arms. He sits you down on a chair and sits in between your legs on the ground.

Billy goes over the legends of the trible. Wolves?! Imprinting? Bro. Everything about this is intriguing. The stories play out in your mind like a movie.

"We must stay strong during this time of peace. It won't last forever. There's always a threat. We must remain loyal, on guard, and love our imprints." He ends the talk. Now he's talking like it's real. That's confusing you.

After the stories, you and Embry are in your car, going to your house. "What did Billy mean about we must stay strong?" You break the silence. He smiles and holds the steering wheel tighter. "It's secrets we keep. But I can tell you. And I'll tell you why I can. The legends are true. I am a shape-shifter along with the other boys. Imprinting is real. I imprinted on you." He says it so casually.

Your heart races, and you think you've gone mad. "I hear your heart. I hope you're not afraid. We are good people. And me, I'll never hurt you. I'll always protect you." He says sadly and glances over to you.

---months later---

You wake up and see Embry sleeping next to you. You run your fingers over his side and kiss his forehead. You sit up and begin getting out of bed. Embry snatches your arm, pulling you on him. He looks up at you with a small grin and squinted eyes. A tired face that is so adorable. "I love you." He says. "I love you too." You smile and press your lips on his. He kisses you back and holds you against him tightly. His lips are soft as usual. He feels heavenly against your skin. You turn it into a heavy make-out session. He obviously enjoys it because he grunts and flips you guys over.

"How many rounds this time?" He pulls back and looks down at you. "Let's beat three." You bite your lip. He wraps his fingers around your throat very gently and kisses your jaw.

Rest is up to you.

[jieunoclock]

Love Your Feeling (JJK) || Chapter three

- Cold₊˚⊹♡

“How long have you been out? You’re radiating coldness” he says “I left around dinner so like 2,5 hours?” “You walked here?!”

Pair: jjk x femOC, college students, best friends

Word count: 7k

Warning: this chapter includes explicit scenes⚠️

masterlist || taglist

!Friends to Lovers, Protective Brother, Secret Dating, Friends with Benefits, Angst, Mature content, Dysfunctional Family, Fluff, Smut, Mentions of Alcoholism and Abuse

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“Yoongi please” I frantically walk after him, out of my room. He’s ready to fight, can see him rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie. He doesn’t listen to me and opens the front door.

“YOONGI” I yell, which makes him turn around. He sees red, his eyes are dark. It scares me, but I’ve seen it so many times that I’ve gotten used to it.

He lets go of the doorknob and walks towards me, pointing his finger at me.

“You’re staying put, Take care of the drunk,” he says, those words make me boil open. I push him. “You’re not going anywhere! Leave him the fuck alone” I yell.

“Don’t fucking push me!” He yells back at me. Pushes me back, so hard I fall to the ground.

“I’ll ghost him” I plead. I’m worried, so worried something will happen. Something bad. “I’ll ghost him I swear, please don’t leave me alone” Something shifts in his expression as he hears that last sentence.

“I’ll let it slide for now. If I find out you’ve been texting him again, you’ll regret it. understand?” He Threatens. I nod in agreeance.

“Can I please have my phone back..” he throws my phone back at me on the ground, sliding across the floor towards me.

I pick it up, great.. that’s a new crack. He disappears back into his room, slamming his door shut loudly.

It’s about a week after the party. Taehyung had apologized to me, he explained what happened. He told me that it wasn’t what it looked like and that he really enjoyed talking to me that evening.

And about the girl. Apparently, She’d been bothering him for weeks, after he rejected her. She had gone onto him whilst I was gone, way too bold sitting on his lap. That’s what I saw. We exchanged numbers and we’ve been texting ever since.

Yoongi and I were eating dinner when Taehyung texted me, Yoongi saw the notification pop up.

Tae💗:  did you eat yet?

I knew Yoongi was against me dating, but that he’d get this mad? Taehyung and I aren’t even together.

I don’t want to be here, I wanna leave. I grab my zip up hoodie from the coat hanger and leave the apartment. Hood up, it’s one of Jungkook’s that I took some time. It falls over the dress that I'm wearing. Grey and black striped, fold over, off the shoulder, long sleeved. It’s short I know.. but it looks good I can’t lie.

Even with Jungkook’s hoodie over the long sleeve. The late evening cold hits my thighs, and I try to ignore it walking further away from home.

Tears fall from my cheek as I walk and walk and walk. I don’t even know where I am at this point.

By now the sun has completely gone under, only the light of houses and street lanterns that shine on the ground.

I keep my head down, not wanting anyone to see I’m crying. Yoongi has always been so protective, after our dad he feels like he’s responsible in some way. But he seems to forget that I’m my own person, I can care for myself.

He’s taken traits from Dad, he was never a good father. Turned Mum into a drunk and left whenever he wanted to. Still does, haven’t seen him in months. Every time he leaves I hope he doesn’t come back, hope it’ll be the last time I see him. It’s even more insufferable when he’s with us.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, well... Jungkook’s pocket. I grab the phone, to see an incoming call from Jungkook.

“Hello?” I try to sound as normal as possible, it’s difficult since I’ve been frantically crying.

“Bun!! What u up to, wanna do something tonight?” He asks, sounding so happy. it makes me smile a little.

I sniff my tears away “Uhm yeah sure. Yours?” I ask, I don’t really know where else. We never go to mine, with obvious reasoning.

“You okay?” Fuck, he can definitely hear me now. I don’t want to admit anything to him, hate talking about home. I feel like I’ve talked about home too many times by now.

“Yeah no just cold” is what I respond. People sniff when they’re cold.

“You’re out? Why?” He questions.

“Ah just didn’t really feel like staying home.” It’s now the first time I look at where I am, I don’t recognize anything. I’m lost, try to find a bus stop to take to his.

“Where are you, I’ll come pick you up”

“Uhm.. I don’t know, I got lost I think” Who even gets lost in the city they live in, you don’t get lost easily. I can hear him laugh on the other side of the line.

“Stay there sent your location” he hangs up. Nice way of saying goodbye. I scoff at my phone as if he can hear me.

Though I oblige. I sent him my location and sit on a nearby bench.

JK: Yun, you’re like on the other side of the city. Tf😭

I didn’t even notice it. Looking at my location, I even passed the river. It’ll take him at least 30 minutes to get here. I look at the time to see it’s 9 pm, I’ve been gone for like what 2 hours by now?

My phone is on 3% great, I graze my finger across the new crack. It’s a bad one, I can feel it’s sharp as I touch it. Patiently waiting for Jungkook to pick me up.

As expected it takes him about 25 minutes to get to my location, he must’ve driven fast. He honks at me twice, which makes me notice he’s here. I quickly get up and go to his car. I’m absolutely freezing at this point so I’m glad to go somewhere warm.

I open his car door and sit down. “Jeez you look terrible” Is he serious? “Thank you?”

I give him a dirty look, showing that I didn’t appreciate his comment. “Sorry,” he says as he gives me his phone, to put on a playlist I like.  

“What happened, your makeup's all.. blehgg” he says, I have to admit that makes me chuckle a little. “Just Yoongi, I don’t wanna talk about it,” I tell him, and he leaves it at that.

“You can call me anytime you know that, right? How long have you been out? You’re radiating coldness” he says as he drives off.

“I left around dinner so like 2,5 hours?” I respond as I try to cover myself up with his hoodie to warm up a little bit more.

“You walked here?!” He exclaims.

“Yeah..” I didn’t even notice time passed, was purely focused on getting the fuck out of that area.

“What happened? Did your dad come back?” He knows about everything, even knows my family dynamic. “No..”

“Yoongi found out I’d been texting a guy.” I can see his knuckles get white around the steering wheel, he knows how Yoongi thinks of me, dating guys. Experienced it himself, and took Yoongi ages to get convinced we were just friends.

I put on my playlist, Lily Chou Chou now blasting through the speakers.

“Is that my hoodie?” He asks. I look at him, he must’ve noticed me trying to use it as a blanket to get warm. “I should buy you a new one” he adds. The hoodie isn’t in a great state. It’s old, has a big rip on its left arm, the big 7 logo on the back is peeling off a little, it’s flat from how worn out it is, still having the faint smell of his cologne to it.

“No! I like it” I hug myself. “Shows personality” I purse my lips, as it makes him chuckle. “Your outfit looks good, like the dress” he compliments. “Thanks! That‘s why I wore it” he laughs once again, it makes me cheer up a little.

“Gosh I love Lily” I groan, leaning my head on his window. “I know, she’s good,” he says. Too bad she isn’t real, I’d kill to go to a concert of hers. She’d make amazing albums.

Still cold I turn up the heat, adjusting it to make all the fans blow my place. “Still cold?” He asks. “Yeah.. your hoodie is shit,” I say.

It makes him laugh once again, I shoot him a smile.

I feel him reffing up, driving faster. To get home earlier. The roads are pretty empty, due to the time. Most people at home, with their families.

I shiver, I’m not getting warmer. Even the warm wind feels cold to my skin. But it doesn’t take long for Jungkook to park in front of his apartment.

He gets outside of his car, and I follow. His apartment complex is far fancier than where I live. They’ve got an elevator, and clean tiles with some sort of lobby. Nobody works there, so it’s nothing like a reception. Still, it’s more luxurious than mine.

We used to have an elevator, but it broke down. The owner of the building didn’t want to repair it, so we’re forced to take the stairs. It’s old, people throw their rubbish out next to their doors. And then expect it do be magically cleaned up by the next day.

We step into his apartment, and the events of my last visit all come flashing back to me. Haven’t been here since the night of the party. Swear I can still hear it, imagine it.

I ignore it and sit down on their couch. “Mingyu at his girlfriend’s house?” I ask, which makes him nod in response.

“What? you want a redo bun?” He teases. My jaw drops. “How dare you, we promised to never speak of it again,” I say still with a faint smile on my face.

It’d be a good way to warm up though. No, it wouldn’t. No! Na na na. This is Jungkook we’re talking about, Silly Jungkook who sings at 3 am and throws a tantrum whenever I win in Mario Kart.

“Just wanna do what makes you happy bun” he’s been saying that name an awful lot tonight.

He sits down next to me. He turns on the TV and places his hand on my thigh. I tense up immediately, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable, though in some way it does.

He trails his fingers across my inner thigh, not going really high. It feels nice, a little too nice. I try to focus, focus on the TV.

He puts on Friends, we’ve been rewatching it together. Watched it many times already, but it never misses. Probably one of my comfort shows. Something you turn on and just do whatever, a background show that’s also perfectly enjoyable when you pay close attention to it.

I think back to last week, how I had laid on his bed. Exposed like that, his fingers inside of me. His cock in my mouth.

Is this all I had to think about to not be cold? Maybe it’s his touch on my thigh, maybe it’s just really warm in his house.

I cross my legs, making him move his hand back to his lap. I press my thighs together hard, in hopes of feeling some friction. I can’t move a lot because it’ll draw attention to him, so I’m left frustrated.

“Are your legs not tired? From all the walking” he says. “Oh uhm, no not really I guess,” I say after I clear my throat. I’m afraid I ruined my friendship with him, what we did last time was a big mistake. I should’ve thought about the future, but it’s fucked now. We’re too far in to fix anything at all.

“come here,” he says, signing with his hands to put my legs on his lap. I hesitate a little but decide to do so anyway. I put my calves on his thighs, careful to not put them too high. Shifting in my seat to sit more comfortably, leaning my back against the sofa's armrest.

He moves his hands on them carefully, massaging my calves whilst he focuses on the show.

With his hands now on me, it makes me realize how much I had walked. Now getting aware of the slight pain that’s coming from my thighs and feet.

“Feels nice” I assure him, getting a satisfied hum back from him.

I try to focus on the show, try to keep my mind away from him. But being here with his hands on me, it’s difficult to pay attention. It doesn’t help when he scoots closer to me and massages my legs, above my knee.

He’s making it even harder for me to focus. Should I talk about something? The show isn’t helping me stay distracted. It’s the episode where they go to London, where Chandler and Monica hook up. Suits the theme.

Is it bad that I want that redo? Just for tonight, just to feel good for a moment. I feel myself clench on nothing as I think about him, against his door, gripping my hair.

I lean my head back against the armrest, sighing at myself. He’s just massaging, nothing sexual about it. Still, it turns me on as he massages my inner thighs, just inches away from my dress's skirt.

I buck my hips up a little, scooting my ass closer to his thighs. It’s nothing noticeable I think, he takes it as a sign to massage my upper thighs.

Should I do it again? Try to get him to go even higher? A soft whimper escapes my lips as he squeezes my upper thigh. I try to cover it up with a cough, gosh that’s embarrassing.

He trails his finger across my safety shorts, my head still hanging over the armrest. I shoot my head up to look at him, I see a smirk on his face and, a slightly raised eyebrow. He’s teasing me, he’s doing this on purpose.

Feeling bold, I swing one of my legs over his. Sitting on his lap. “Still up for a friendly redo?” He says.

I look him in the eyes, am I really going to do this? I didn’t exactly regret last time, just felt like it ruined everything. “Promise it won’t be awkward?” I ask him. “You’ll always be my best friend, but at the moment my mind can only think about this tight little pussy” he says, as he looks down at where I’m sitting on his lap.

“Then do something about it,” I tell him. What can it hurt if we both see each other as best friends right?

He slowly takes off his hoodie that I’d been wearing. Exposing my shoulders, and fully showing the dress I’m wearing. “I like the dress,” he says.

“I like your outfit too” he’s wearing these blue baggy jeans, combined with an oversized long sleeve in black, white, and orange. With his messy hair, I’m not afraid to say he looks really good.

He flips me around on his couch, receiving a squeal from me. He connects his lips with mine, doesn’t take him long to use his tongue intertwining it with mine.

My knees are bent, leaning against his hips. Taking our greatest time making out. I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist.  

He trails along my jaw, placing a hickey on my neck. Circling around the sensitive spot right beneath my ear. This is definitely going to get me in trouble tomorrow.

He eventually decides to pick me up, leading me to his bedroom once again. Not breaking the kiss even once, he lays me down on my back.

He hovers over me, chain dangling from his neck. He stands back up taking off his shirt. “As much as I love you as a friend Yun, ever since last time I can’t really think about anything else” It makes me chuckle.

I mean, I’ve not been active in a long while, and well... I’m comfortable with him, I don’t need to be ashamed bout anything with him.

He grazes his finger across the hickey that has been placed on my neck. Inspects it, proud of his work. “You look so fucking hot right now”

I sit back up, placing my hands behind me stretched out. I pout at him, eyes big. He pokes his tongue in his cheek, god that’s hot. He bends down and trails the pads of his fingers over my exposed thigh. Kisses me again, and bites my lower lip a little. He reaches the hem of my skirt, takes it between his fingers, and pulls it up on both sides. Exposing my shorts. I hold my arms up, helping him to fully take off my dress. He takes my shorts off as well leaving me in my panties.

He's still in his jeans, as much as I love the sight of his abs alone. I feel like it's a bit unfair to be the only one in their underwear, so I pull him by his waistband to unbuckle his belt. He takes them off fully, leaving him in his boxers just like me.

I don't think I've ever seen someone this good up close, always been a sucker for big muscles. I move back against the the bed, head on his pillow. he follows kissing my collarbone, down to my stomach. Hooks his middle fingers underneath the side of my panties to slide them down, his following next. "You want me to stretch you out first?" he asks. To be completely honest, it might be a good idea but I'm far too impatient for that. "I can take it," I say, all he does is smirk in response.

He moves over to his nightstand, takes a condom out of his drawer, and puts it on. Never in my life would I have thought that, that's I sight I'd like. I'm convinced that he looks good doing anything, at all. The man could roll around in mud and still look hot doing it.

He places his hands next to my head and looks at me to see if I'm ready. "Just, take it slow okay?". "Don't worry bun, I would never hurt you" I think I might actually die right now.

He takes his cock in his hand, pumps himself twice before lining himself up with me. "Yeah?" He looks at me, it's my last moment to back out before it's too late. Part of me knows it's already too late, was already too late when I kissed him last week. But I want it now, for once I'm choosing myself. choosing to feel good, just in the moment. so I nod, reassuring him.

He puts it in, there's really no turning back now. "Fuck" he curses, dropping his head in the crook of my neck. "you're so tight," he says. He's taking it painfully slow, stretching me out. It burns a little, but it doesn't hurt. As if he fits perfectly, I'm able to fully take him. Taking it out slowly, leaving just the tip before he thrusts back in. I moan in response, hands around his neck. Doesn't take me long to get warmed up to him completely.

"Faster.." I whimper, wanting to feel more. He obliges, speeding up his pace by a little. "Please" I moan. "You want it even harder huh? Our little bunny like it rough?" I clench down on him, making him curse against my shoulder. He stops for a second, moving both of us back to the end of the bed. He's now off the bed, me lying in front of him. He grabs me by my hips and pulls me closer to the edge, adjusting our position.

His grip on my hips is firm, it sends a shiver down my spine. I look up at him, my eyes begging for more, my body craving every inch of him. He pushes back into me, this time with a steady, powerful rhythm that makes my breath hitch. "Oh god," I gasp, my nails digging into the sheets. It feels so good I forget about every possible consequence this could have. His thrusts are deeper, and more demanding, hitting spots inside me that I never knew could feel so good. I can feel the intensity of his desire, the way he loses himself in the moment just as much as I do.

"Good girl" he groans, his voice rough with lust. "Taking me so well, bunny."

The words send a surge of heat through my body, and I can feel myself getting closer to the edge. Every movement, every touch, is driving me wild. I arch my back, pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. "Fuck, right there" I cry out, my voice shaky. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

His pace quickens, each thrust harder than the last. I can feel the pressure building, my orgasm is close. He puts his hand between us, circling around my clit. "Come for me, baby." That's all it takes for me. I come around him, my body trembling. It's better than I've ever had, It'll take me a little to recover from this. It doesn't take him long after that, his own release crashing over him as he moans my name, his grip on my hips tightening.

We stay like that for a moment, catching our breath, our bodies still connected. Slowly, he pulls out and collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. I nestle against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow down as we come down from the high together. "You okay?" he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. "Yeah," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. He smiles, pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Good." I smile back.

"You should probably get cleaned up though" Although I'm not cold anymore, I could kill for a nice, hot shower right now. "Yeah probably, I won't take long," I say, getting up from his bed. "could you charge my phone for me whilst I'm gone?" I ask, receiving a agreeing nod from him. Thighs sticky, I collect my clothes from the floor and make my way to the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror, now seeing the damage he has done. a hickey on my neck, and one on my collarbone. My mascara is completely smudged, good thing I've got a little bit of skincare here. I remove my makeup and step under the warm shower, I could just stay like this forever. Though, in reality. That would just be really bad for the environment, so I try to keep it short. also to not leave Jungkook on his own for too long.

As I'm putting my underwear back on, there is a knock on the door. "Uhm yun?.." sounds from the other side of the door, he sounds worried. "Yeah? I'm almost dressed" I say, stepping into my dress now. "You've got like.." he pauses for a second. "23 missed calls," he says.

23 missed calls? who the fuck would even call me this late in the evening, this many times? "From who?" I ask him. I unlock the door and step out looking at my phone that he's holding.

Yoongi: where the fuck are you?! Yoongi: Yun ISTG if you're at that Tae's house I'm gonna kill you Yoongi: WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU Yoongi: TEXT ME THE FUCK BACK YUN

*23 Missed calls*

I groan loudly, letting my head fall back. "Give me a minute," I tell Jungkook as I take the phone from him and decide to call Yoongi back. the phone doesn't even go over 3 times to get picked up already. "Send me your fucking location right now yun!" he shouts through the phone, very loudly. "Yoongi, what the fuck! I'm at Jungkook's"

"I don't believe a single fucking word you tell me okay?" he says. "Where the FUCK does he live" he adds. "I told you I'm at Jungkook's house, I'm telling the truth" I sound desperate trying to get him to believe me. I don't even know what to do at this point. never has he caught me with a guy, and I haven't even done anything with him. I knew he was protective, OVERprotective even. but there's a thing as going too far, but I know I can't stop him.

"FINE! I'm going to Jungkook's right now!" he yells back at me. "see you in 2 minutes" 2 minutes? has he been looking for me? Jungkook doesn't live two minutes away even if you had a car! before I can answer him he hangs up on me. Now coming to the realization that I've got hickeys on me. the moment Yoongi sees that, hell kill both me and Jungkook.

"Koo, I need to borrow a shirt or a sweater or something. Yoongi will be here in two minutes" I say as I run to his room, not even really paying attention to him. he hasn't even gotten fully dressed yet, still walking around shirtless. I run to his dresser scavaging around it, grabbing a random shirt, and throwing it at him. I grab a random hoodie of his and put it on. moving my hair to the front, and adjusting the hood so my hickeys won't be present as much.

It's easily concealed for now. My hair is long and thick, heavy even. contemplated cutting it to my shoulders, it would be an easy 35 centimeters off. "What do you mean here?" he asks, as I walk back to his living room sitting back on the couch. Pressing play, on the previously paused Friends episode.

Jungkook sits on the couch right next to me, though not for long. It doesn't even take Yoongi 1 minute to get up to Jungkook's apartment door. Banging on the door so hard, it scares the living shit out of me. Jungkooks is fast to open the door, walking over to his front hallway, that leads from the kitchen. Pretending I've been sitting here the whole time, on my phone that's likely seconds away from dying.

Yoongi barges in, not even bothering to glance at Jungkook, let alone greet him. "Where's she," he says sternly. I get up from my seat and walk to where Yoongi is coming from. "Yoongi I told you! I'm with Jungkook" he doesn't even listen and grips me so hard by my arm I'm afraid it'll bruise. He drags me out of his apartment, not even caring if I've got any other belongings left.

Thinking it'd take too long to wait for an elevator, in the rage he's in. he walks down the stairs, 5 floors, holding onto my arm until we're outside of the apartment complex.

"YOONGI! STOP!" He stops in his tracks, finally listening to me. It’s taking me all of my power to yell and pull myself away from him, to finally turn around and listen.

His expression is something I’m unable to place. he’s angry with me, that’s obvious. But there’s something else. He reminds me of someone. His behavior feels familiar, even though it’s fairly new.

“What” he sneers at me. I don’t even know what I exactly want to know, I’m not entirely sure what I’m mad at. I, I’m clueless.

“You’re completely prohibited from boys,” he tells me. Has he gone insane?! I’m my own person, I’m an adult, legally. And I can make my own decisions. Even worse.. that would mean I can’t even hang with Jungkook anymore, and Taehyung wouldn’t even see a ray of sunlight if I looked at him again.

“Yoongi..” I start, unsure of what I even wanna say next. I want to yell, I want to talk, I want to tell him he’s insane. “Why?” I add, somewhat calmly even, that he doesn’t deserve a calm response “WHY?” I yell at him.

“WHY? Do you think you can make every single little decision for me?! I’m your sister! Not your possession! Jungkook has been my friend, sorry, BEST FRIEND for 8 years! And now you’re banning me from seeing him ever again?!”

He steps closer to me, so close I swear I can feel his breath on my face. “Boys are bad news, you wanna be treated like dad treated you?” He asks me.

It pierces right through my heart, and that hurt. Using Dad in this instance, he knows I’ll agree. I’m fed up, fed up with his bullshit. “Come on you know Jungkook isn't like that!” Voice now calm.

“Jungkook is fine but for all I know, you were with Taehyung tonight.” His trust is as bad as I am at running,o and ii can tell you.. that's absolutely terrible.

I'm speechless. The mentions of dad, him being so overly protective. it feels like I'm stuck here, stuck in a place where nobody even pays attention to you. I'm a person who tends to cry when they're angry, and I really don't feel like showing those emotions tonight. I don't want to feel weak, and vulnerable in front of him.

That's why I decided to walk, not away from him. Not for tonight at least.. but to the bus stop, that's just right behind him. I sit down on the bench and look to my left to see that Yoongi is walking over to me. He seems calmer as if the rage has suddenly left him. As if my me listening to his commands, just expecto patronum'd them away.

fortunately, the bus drive back home doesn't take as long, as my walk tonight. However, I did make a huge detour. Yoongi doesn't say a word the entire time, and neither do I. Wish I could disappear into my seat.

It's like a reality check coming to me whenever I take the bus back home, from Jungkook's. It's midnight, seeing the big city lights and apartment buildings from his area, slowly transition into small, one story houses. It's definitely less luxurious. I don't want to go inside, basically have to drag myself upstairs. Walking behind Yoongi who's acting way too nonchalantly for the rage he was in today.

He almost immediately disappears into his room, but he stops when I call him out. The first thing I see as I walk back into the house is a smashed beer bottle on the ground. Mom who is usually on the couch, is nowhere to be seen.

"What happened?" I ask. He doesn't even need to know what I'm looking at, to know what I'm talking about. "we fought, she'll come back" is all he tells me, as he opens the door to his bedroom.

I want to yell in his face, punch him. but I don't. I want to ask questions and get my answers. but I don't. I nod, take his word for it, and let him be. disappearing into my room. That moment the door to my bedroom closes behind me is when it all comes crashing back to me.

What did I do today? I promised Yoongi I'd ghost Taehyung. not that I'm gonna, I'm not just gonna give up on my year long crush just because he tells me to. I hate it here, I hate constantly walking on fucking eggshells for him. hate the fact that he controls me just like that. But I have to, I have to because he protects me from the dangers that my da can possibly bring. We don't have the money to move out to a new place or find a new school. Mom doesn't have the courage to leave him, that's why she lets him leave whenever he wants to. She knows he cheats on her. She knows they're not actual business trips he attends. But he's our main income, she has to stay with him anyway.

God I even had sex with Jungkook. I kissed him, I let him touch me like that. What did I get myself into, what the fuck went on in my mind? Are you crazy?? why why why?

I slide down against the door, sitting on the ground with my legs tucked into my chest. hand to my mouth to muffle the sounds of my cries. tears streaming down my face. I'm tired, tired of living like this, tired of tonight, tired in all possible ways there could be.

I don't even notice I fall asleep like that until I hear the front door slam shut loudly, and I open my eyes slowly when I see the sunlight shining into my room. It could be Mom coming home, or Yoongi leaving. I don't have the energy to check who it is. I get up to my feet and walk to my window to shut the curtains, and lie down in bed. rid myself of the dress and fall asleep again in Jungkook's hoodie. It comforts me in a way, smelling his detergent and a hint of his cologne. It makes me feel as if I'm at his apartment, where I'm entirely safe from all the dangers that are here. Well except for Yoongi then, but he'd never physically hurt me, he isn't like that. I'm still his little sister, he cares for me a lot. Or he wouldn't even care that I'd been talking to Taehyung.

It's a few hours into the afternoon when I get woken up by the aggravating sound of my phone ringing, I don't even know where my phone is. I get up out of bed with a groan, my cheeks hurt. the sound comes from my door, and that's when I spot my phone still lying on the ground.

I flip the phone to see who's calling me, crouching on the ground. It's Jungkook. what does he want? normally we don't really talk that quickly after a hang out.

"Yeah?" I say as I answer the phone.

"You wanna meet up? You left your zip up here"

I hadn't even noticed I wasn't wearing my zip up anymore. well... Jungkooks zip up, technically not mine.

"It isn't mine Jungkook. but I guess I should return you your hoodie."

"I don't wear it anyways, it looks good on you so. I can pick you up if you want to" he offers

Even though we've been friends for nearly a decade, he's never been there. always let him park a few blocks away just so he wouldn't see the state my home was in. though it could be worse I guess... it's clean at least. I quickly stand up and open the door to see if Mom has come back yet, which she hasn't. I don't want to go on the bus again, I'm tired. though I still hesitate a little.

"yeah sure.. ill uhm, I'll send you the address.. call me once you're outside." he doesn't have to come in you know. it wouldn't hurt him to see the building I live in. He agrees with me, though he's a little taken aback once he notices he hasn't ever seen the actual building I live in. He always just figured I had lived in a building you couldn't reach with a car, somewhere behind other buildings or something. but that's not the case at all, indeed it's the opposite. There's a big road, that leads to a parking lot, that stands right next to my building. It's quite easily accessible.

we agree to him picking me up, and he hangs up on me. I need to get changed. fuck, I need to get rid of my hickeys. I didn't even think about that. I sit in front of my vanity and inspect the two purple devils on my neck. They're not terrible. I guess I can get rid of them.

I had recently bought a color correcting palette because Jia had recommended it to me. told me it was the best makeup purchase that I'd ever make, and she was right. And right now, it is about to save my life. I do some natural makeup, not having the motivation to put effort into it today. brush through my hair so that it sits nicely, and now it's time for an outfit.

It's difficult to settle for one, as I'm always in debate. I wanna look good, but I don't want to be too cold, nor do I want to put baggy on baggy. sometimes baggy on baggy looks fire, but it's not for me. I decided to settle for a nice vintage crop top and some baggy jeans, and my usual sneakers that I always wear.

That's right when Jungkook calls. I ignore the call, pick up his hoodie, and make my way outside. it's silent in the apartment. both Yoongi and Mom are not home. At least that's what I expect, since I didn't hear Yoongi come home yet.

Jungkooks car is parked out front, this saves me time from getting to a bus stop. It's weird in a way, to see him so close to the place I live. I've never brought anyone back here. I'm always ashamed in a way, even though I know my friends would never judge. They know my family doesn't always have it too well, Jungkook knows about my father and knows that he's our main income. He knows about Yoongi's stupid ways of 'handling' things, I don't know why I was too scared to let him pick me up, he won't even see the inside.

"Hi," I say as I open the door to Jungkooks passenger seat. "wow, you okay?" is the first thing he says. no hello no 'how are you today my awesome gorgeous best friend' no, no. He actually said 'Wow, you okay?'.

"Hello to you too" I rest my head back against the seat and sigh. "what happened?" ugh. I wanna disappear into my seat, vaporize into the air. "you know, life. Yoongi being a pain in the ass" I respond as I look at him.

"No offense bun, you look terrible" I just roll my eyes at him, that's a nice compliment. "Aww thank you" I sarcastically pout at him. god, he can be annoying.

"nope. nu uh" he starts the car and drives out of the parking spot in reverse. "we're not gonna be on our periods all day. we're gonna get your favorite ice cream and we're watching a movie" I don't even have time to escape now. I can't jump out of a running car. on the other hand, I guess its kinda nice that he tries to take my mind off of things.

He drives to his local ice cream place, I guess a normal supermarket would do. but there's this ice cream place, they serve the best ever caramel cookies and cream ice cream, yes. Cookies and cream, with caramel. when we have one of these days, we get a big 1 liter to go box. sometimes even get take out, and watch the Titanic. it's basic I know, but it's good. sometimes we go out of our comfort zone and settle for, Your Name, sometimes even Weathering With You. It's been a while since we've had a gloomy day like this. So Titanic it'll be.

He parks the car and gets out. I'm too lazy to get out. He moves to my side of the car and basically drags me out of it by my arm. "wait wait wait. gimme your hoodie" It must not be a fun sight, seeing me so 'lifeless' like this, good thing Jungkook has gotten used to it over the past years. He opens the back door and grabs the zip up hoodie that I basically claimed by now.

he pushes me by my shoulder, inside the ice cream shop. I sit down on the sofa that faces the ice cream display case. basically sitting down like a little child who didn't get what she wanted, swinging my legs as Jungkook waits for the employees to fill the box with ice cream.

usually, they fill it with normal scoops until it's completely filled, but because we've come here more often to get the 1 liter box than normal servings. They use a big spatula which gets you more ice cream since it's more stuffed than with a normal scooper.

"cmon back to the car" I groan and follow him back to the vehicle. crazy how you can feel so, so lifeless sometimes. But he drives us to his apartment anyway. "C'mon, you're gonna be a big girl and get up. or do I have to carry you all the way" he's being ridiculous. though, being carried does sound nice. "actually.." but before I can finish my sentence he already cuts me off and walks away.

It takes like all my strength to walk up to the elevator. Mingyu's home for once. but he stays in his room. I settle down on his couch, as he throws a blanket at me. grabs some random bag of crisps and popcorn, and puts them on the coffee table. before he settles down next to me turning on The Titanic. at this point, I basically know actual lines and timing on the script and know the movie inside out.

"You know, sometimes I wish I could dress the way she dresses," I say putting a big spoon of ice cream in my mouth. "who? rose?" mouth still full I look at him and nod franticly humming in agreeance. "even with that ugly ass hat" he does have a way of, expressing his opinions? I click my tongue and drop my jaw "How dare you! I guess it does look a little silly" I'm not a big hat girly no. "but the one blue and pink dress she wears at the end? it's gorgeous" If I could buy it I would, it's so freaking pretty. it's simple, but the colors are just right.

"You mean the one they fuck in?" and just like that he's completely ruined it. "Oh screw you!" I grab one of the pillows and throw it at him. "You already have" Okay he seriously needs to shut up. I just ignore him and give him no attention he won't make stupid remarks, hopefully...

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Little dark age

Paring: Rick Grimes × reader

Warning: Swearing, violence

Chapter: 1.02

It’s hard to hold a smile back when Glenn looks so happy when he speeds by the van in the sports car. Everyone was so caught up in talking about Merle being left behind that they failed to notice.

“Who’s Daryl?” Ricks asks.

Morales snorts, “Merle’s brother, he’s going to be so pissed. It's probablyIt's probably best if Sammie tells him Merle was left behind.”

“Yeah,” T-dog says in agreement. “He won’t beat her ass.”

You turn back to squeeze his shoulder and say, “T, this wasn’t your fault; it was an accident.”

The rest of the ride back to the hilltop where your camp is set up is mainly in silence, aside from Morales giving the new guy directions. The guys weren’t wrong; Daryl Dixon was going to kick up one hell of a storm when he found out his brother hadn’t come back with the rest of you.

When you finally reach the camp, the first thing you see is Glenn standing by the red sports car. He drove back proudly, a wide smile on his face. Flatly, Rick asks, “Is this the place?”

“Yeah, home sweet home,” you snort. “It’s not so bad; most of the guys here are alright, a couple of assholes, but you’ll get used to working in law enforcement.”

“A cop?”

“Oh yeah. He’s told us plenty of times how he was a sheriff's deputy.”

You slide the door open, jump down from the van, and immediately receive a warm hug from Dale. “I’m glad to see your back without a scratch on you. Glenn told me you both had a couple of close calls.”

“It’s definitely an interesting story,” you laugh. You catch Shane’s gaze and greet him with a slight head nod before looking over your shoulder at Rick; he was still sitting inside the van, rubbing his eyes.

As others in your group reunite with their families, Shane asks, “How’d y’all get out of there anyway?”

“A new guy helped save our asses.”

“New guy?” He questions.

You walked towards the truck and knocked on the side of it, getting Rick’s attention. “Hey, sheriff, you should come meet everyone.”

Looking sad and unsure, Rick gets out of the truck and slowly makes his way towards everyone. Your eyes shift between him and Lori, who was consoling her son, who was crying. You really hoped, for the sake of the sake of the kids, that your theory was right. After a few seconds, Rick stops walking. He points and whispers, “Oh my god.”

Rick and Carl run to each other and say, “Dad! Dad!”

Lori looks shocked at first and stares stunned at her husband and son. Carl leaps into his dad's arms, causing them to both go down to the ground. While sobbing, Rick picks his son up and goes over to his wife for the three of them to reunite as a family.

Tears swelled in your eyes; it was the first time in a long time you’d seen such a sweet interaction.

—

Sitting atop the RV, legs dangling over the edge, you keep watch while everyone else is tucked up in their tents. There had been no movements, and the only sounds you could hear were light snoring and animals in the distance.

It was starting to become concerning that Daryl hadn’t returned from tracking since you'd been back.

Hearing footsteps, you flick the torch on and shine it where the sound is coming from while hoovering your thumb over your gun's safety. When you see it’s only Shane, you lower your weapon and say, “I thought Jim was on the next shift.”

“He was, but I couldn’t sleep, so I told him I’d take this one.”

He climbs up the RV and sits down beside you. Shane wasn’t one to usually show his emotions, but it seems like something has gotten under his skin. You reach for your backpack and say, “I got you something.”

“Oh.”

You pull out two packs of cigarettes and hand them to him. Before the apocalypse, you only ever smoked when drunk at a social gathering like a party, but now you allow yourself to indulge every once in a while. It was something you needed to completely nip in the bud, but the stress that came with living life the way you did didn’t make it easy.

When you pop the cigarette between your lips, Shane lights it for you, then does the same for himself.

“What do you think of Ed?” You ask quietly.

“He’s an abusive asshole. Why?”

You try to figure out the right wording for what you want to say next, and eventually you lick at your lips. “We have all seen the bruises on Carol. How long do you think it is before we see them on Sophia?”

“If it’s true, then Sophia’s life will become worse the older she gets.”

Everyone knew how bad of a man Ed was and that he abused his wife. But recently, there had been whispers about how he ‘looked’ at Sophia. The main reason you became a cop was to keep kids safe, but it was much harder to do that in a world already gone to shit. You finish your cigarette, then toss it to the ground. “Everyone is so concerned with keeping an eye on the dead that we forget how monstrous humans can be.”

Shane takes a deep inhale before saying, “I’ll keep an eye on it.”

—

Hearing a commotion, the closer you get to camp, the more you draw your weapon and step in front of Amy protectively. It’s not until you hear T-dog say someone’s got a knife that you sprint forward, holding Amy’s hand tightly to make sure she doesn’t get lost behind you.

When you reach the RV, you see Shane putting Daryl into a chokehold and then forcing him to the ground. “What the hell is going on?”

“Daryl didn’t take the news about Merle well,” Glenn says.

You swat at Shane’s shoulder, “Get off him.”

The former cop moves off him, then Rick kneels down so he’s eye level with Daryl. “I’d like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can manage that?”

Shaking your head, you offer Daryl your hand and help pull him up. Merle was the only family Daryl had left; of course, he wouldn’t take it well that his brother was left behind to die. As Rick and T-Dog explain what happened, you watch as Daryl wipes tears out of his eyes. He was struggling to hold it together.

You felt bad for him.

After some back-and-forth discussion, Rick, Daryl, Glenn, and T-Dog decided to go back into the city to the building Merle was left in. Much to Lori and Shane’s dismay, understandably Lori didn’t want her husband gone again, and Shane was worried about the lack of bodies around camp.

Reloading his gun in preparation to leave camp, T-dog asks. “Sammie Rose, are you coming?”

“No, she’s staying.”

You frown at Shane, who answered for you, “Excuse me?”

Sighing, he steps out of earshot from the others and waves you over. Arms crossed, you walk over to Shane, waiting to hear his explanation: “Rick’s taking a lot of manpower with him; I’m going to need all the help I can get. I would massively appreciate it if you stayed in camp.”

You contemplated what to do; you had a routine with Glenn whenever you went on supply runs, and it went without saying you trusted him, T-dog, and even Daryl to watch your back. But at camp, who would have your back the same way they would? Something so minor has your head spinning.

“Sammi?” Carl walks up beside me, his eyes bloodshot from crying. “Are you going back into the city with my dad?”

You look behind the young boy and lock eyes with Rick, who looks beyond guilty. It couldn’t have been an easy decision for him to make. Smiling, you look back down at Carl and say, “I’m staying where you are. Besides, I believe I promised to show you how to start a fire. But only if your mom and dad are okay with it.”

Rick looks over and nods.

Lori sighs. “That’s fine, but Carl, you stay close to Sammi Rose and don’t wander off.”

—

Crouching down by the rocks in the quarry, you do your best to stay out of view of the other women. You liked them but didn’t want to revive another lecture about smoking, so until you’d finished your cigarette, your plan was to stay out of sight. Sitting in the long grass, you lean back against a rock, enjoying the peacefulness, until you hear Shane’s agitated voice.

“Lori, I don’t think that’s fair.”

“Shane, shut up. Don’t!”

You were confused. The last time you saw Shane, he was teaching Carl to hunt for frogs, and they seemed to be having a lot of fun. Curiosity gets better if you and Lori look over just as Lori walks over to him and pushes him back before slapping at his chest. You suspected they had sex previously, but listening to them argue only confirms your theory.

“Sammi?”

You leap to your feet and loudly ask, “Did you catch any frogs?”

“No,” Carl says, shaking his head. “My mom says I’m to go back to camp.”

You glance over the young boy's shoulder to see both Lori and Shane staring at you wide-eyed and terrified. You just hoped the kid didn’t hear anything. Smiling, you say, “Your mom’s just coming.”

Lori keeps her head low as she walks by you; Shane, however, doesn’t move his gaze from you.

—

“It’s not my business, Shane. I don’t want to hear about it.”

“I thought Rick was dead,” he murmurs. “He’s my best friend... I never would have—”

You toss the butt of your cigarette on the ground and start to walk towards the water to finish doing your laundry. “Seriously, the less I know, the better.

Rick seems like a nice family guy, but you weren’t about to get dragged into some kind of soap opera drama. When you get closer, you look down and see Ed gripping ahold of Carol on the arm and dragging her by it. The other women were trying to intervene, but it only caused Ed to become aggressive towards them as well.

“Shit!”

You jump down the small path and slam into Ed, causing him to stumble back and let go of his wife. Andrea catches Carol, who is sobbing, before she falls back. Ed regains his balance and slaps you hard across the face; your cheek stings almost immediately.

Shane appears behind Ed, gripping him by the shirt. He drags him further away, tosses him to the ground, and starts punching him repeatedly. It’s only when Carol begs for him to stop that Shane stops beating him.

“You put your hands on your wife, your little girl, or anybody else in this camp one more time; I will not stop next time. Do you hear me? Do you hear me?”

Ed slurs in response, “Yes.”

“I’ll beat you to death, Ed.”

Shane punches him once for time, then stands, kicking him in the side. Carol runs to her husband's side, sobbing apologetically, while the other women stare at Shane, horrified. Finally, lowering your hand from your cheek, you chase after him. Maybe it was wrong, but Ed was nothing but an abusive asshole who had it coming; it would just take the others time to see things that way.

Shane flinches when you grab his arm. He raises his arm to swing it back, but stops noticing it’s you. “I—he—fuck.”

“Come back to camp with me. I’ll clean your knuckles up.”

[asteroidtroglodyte]

When my son was born, I held him in my hands.

The entire length of his spine ran the distance from the tip of my finger to the heel of my hand, and no further. I have held heavier loaves of bread. He breathed in small, fitful bursts. He did not cry, at first; he was born without the strength even for that.

Now, he has more than enough strength, but he still does not cry loudly. It is not necessary. A small cry is sufficient to summon Dad.

My Wife is grateful to not need to get up. We realized some time ago that while Mom is who he wants when he bangs his knee or drops his Cheetos, Dad is who he needs to make the Nightmares go away. So, Dad waits nearby for a bit after he goes to bed, just in case he needs to be held until they go away. It’s usually quick.

That makes me feel good.

I remember a room full of beeping machines and bright white lights. I remember wrecking my back, hovering over a bundle of cloth in a hospital bassinet, eyes dry from watching for any sign of movement. Ears ringing, trying to pick a hint of a whimper out of the sound of air handlers and heart monitors. I remember nurses and their careful instructions. Hands must be washed all the way to the wrist; use these pads; get under the fingernails and in the webbing. Tubes, forced up his nose and down his throat. Carefully feeding a milliliter at a time, through a syringe, like a bird.

My Wife, cut to pieces and sewn back together again, trapped in a bed surrounded by her own machines, unable to see him. I go between them, bringing news. She sleeps a lot.

I do not tell her how he chokes on his own breath. How small those breaths are. The way the light shines through his fingers. I tell her he is doing well. I am not lying. He has not died. That is better than any of my ancestors could have hoped for.

I hold him. I do not sob; I do not want to shake him. The tears flow, regardless. I tell him I love him. I tell him he is ok; I tell us that he is ok.

He opens his eyes, briefly.

I am the first thing he sees.

He has Nightmares, sometimes. The doctors tell me he would not remember anything from that early, and I believe them. Children having Nightmares does not really require explanation.

And I will be here, waiting

to hold him until they go away.

[sirfrogsworth]

Wishlist Haul

All I asked for were pants, and those are coming Saturday. But you all came through in a big way with my wishlist and helped me solve some problems that have really been bugging me lately.

One of my biggest current issues is my decision to use my M1 MacBook Air as my main computer until I can move my PC upstairs at some distant time in the future. Which means I need to ask a lot more of it. And it is capable, as these Apple Silicon devices are amazing and very zippy, but I only got 256 GB of storage because I thought this would just be a secondary computer while I was taking care of my dad.

So I need storage. And if you do photography and use Lightroom, you know you need *fast* storage. In the days of spinny disc drives, going back and forth between images was maddeningly slow. I already hate the process of culling photos and picking the best ones. And sometimes you'd need to find 5 winners out of a few hundred. And when it took 3 seconds to switch between every photo, I wanted to die. And honestly, it could still be better.

But one of the best solutions is a super fast SSD. Which I had. I bought it right before my parents got especially ill and was planning to install it in my PC. But my priorities changed and I just never found the energy.

The problem is that was an internal NVME SSD. I needed it to be external.

Which is where this little thingie comes in.

This is an NVME enclosure, and if you are looking for cheap, fast external storage, this is so much better than those external SSDs they overcharge for. For $200 they give you a 2TB drive that can read about 2000 MB per second. Or you can get a 2TB NVME and this enclosure for the same price and get 3000 MB per second. Not only that, but it is upgradeable. In a year when 4TB is $100, you can plop that in. And the Mac's Thunderbolt 4 has a max speed of around 5000 MB/s, so there is room to improve there as well. Though sometimes advertised speeds are not reality speeds.

The only thing you need to be aware of is these drives run hot. You're going to think there is something wrong with them. Like, they top out at 90C. Which is nearly 200 degrees in freedom units.

I wanted a convenient way to mount my drive, but I didn't want 200 degrees on the back of my screen, so... MAGNETS!

And I can stack a few more if that section starts feeling too hot.

So, I have that problem solved. I can now use this as my main computer and work on my photography.

Next up... fashion!

I'm going out more and I want to look a little more presentable. I thought these two tone shirts looked a little more fashionable. And they are very comfortable too. I have a red one that I think I'm going to wear on my trip. I know you can't see the two tone well in the picture, so here is the product photo of the red one.

Next problem?

Well, it's maybe not a problem so much as something cool I wanted. A black light!

My mom had all of this uranium glass and I had no idea my salt shaker was marginally radioactive all these years. I really wanted to take a proper photo of some of the glass before it all gets sold at auction. So this should be a fun experiment.

I will say, if you don't have uranium glass, don't get a black light. You will want to burn your house down. It does not matter how clean you think you got something... you didn't clean it enough. And I have all of this dry flaky skin on my feet. It doesn't hurt. It doesn't bother me. You can't even really see it unless you look really close. But when I shined the light on my feet they looked like they had some undocumented disease. I will not be sharing a photo of that.

But the depression glass, that's super neat.

Some proper photos coming soon I hope. Maybe after my trip.

Next problem!

My key fob. This thing is a piece of shit.

Even if it looks cool under a black light, it is THE WORST.

It's cheap plastic, it takes a stupid watch battery, the symbols on the buttons all wore off. And all of that I could handle, but for some reason this fob has an effective range of about 2 feet. I literally have to be standing next to the door before it will work.

I had a black fob that worked much better, only the plastic casing was falling apart. But I taped it up as best I could and hoped it would not fall apart. Then I went to get my tires changed and they needed the fob to do some special reset of the pressure sensors and the battery died before they could. I went home to try and change the battery, and the entire thing basically disintegrated on me.

The inside looks like this.

The battery retention contact is held on by a tiny dab of solder. And if you pull the battery up even a little, it snaps off. And that's what happened. And to make matters worse, the rubber buttons were falling apart and the unlock button just... fell off.

So I was either stuck with the 2 foot range green one or I needed a new fob. Thankfully, they are only 20 bucks for 2 on Amazon. Unfortunately you need a dealer or an auto locksmith to program them. The lowest quote was $100 for about 5 minutes of work. The dealer actually wanted to sell me the fob as well, which they quoted as $150 for ONE. Same cheap plastic piece of shit and everything.

So, I got all of the parts from the broken fob and I hot glued that battery contact back into place and I transplanted that into a shiny new casing.

Works just like new. The buttons feel much better, I can actually see the symbols, and it has a range of at least 100 feet. And that hot glue isn't going anywhere. Changing the battery might be an issue, but these lasted several years.

Next problem!

An intervalometer is a fancy shutter button for a camera that allows very long exposures. It is detached from the camera so you don't shake anything and it needs a backlit screen because if you are using it, you are most likely in the dark.

My intervalometer is about 12 years old and uses another dreaded watch battery. And the backlight on the screen seems to be dead. So it is pretty much useless.

But look at this!

The light even works in the... well, light! And it takes normal batteries. Seriously, watch batteries need to stay in watches.

I don't know if I will get to take a long exposure in Florida, but I want to have this with me in case I do.

Next problem!

This one I actually solved on my own. But I found these stainless iron (yes, iron!) shims and I covered them with black tape and now all of my most used kitchen items never take up counter space.

Yes, I use magnets and hot glue to solve most of my problems.

Next problem!

My garage door is not very smart. And the remote control for it is huge and does not fit in my man purse.

So I downsized the remote.

But I wanted to fix the non-smart thing as well. A while back my brother got into my garage without me knowing. He must have taken a remote of his own. And I really don't feel like figuring out how to change the frequency, so I now have a sensor that lets me know when the door is open with a phone notification. Beyond that, I can open or close the door from my smartphone from anywhere. And I can give access to anyone with a smartphone in case of an emergency.

I will say, this company is really paranoid about people being crushed by garage doors. The instructions tell you to put up this sign in your garage...

And if you use the app to close the door, you get a light show with annoying beeping...

And I know that these accidents happen in real life. But whenever I think about how that could actually happen, all I can imagine is that scene in Austin Powers...

In any case, I am really glad I have this now. And I also like that if I forget to close the garage door, I can check the app and not have to get up to do it.

OH! I almost forgot. If I want, I can have Amazon place packages inside my garage.

Next problem!

What in the heck do I need galvanized steel plates for?

In product photography you need a diffusion panel called a scrim. If you try to buy one of these already made, they are hundreds of dollars. They are mostly made for movie productions, and those items always have inflated costs.

So most product photographers make their own out of tracing paper or a special plastic called Translum. It's $80 per roll, but lasts forever. I used to hang my scrims from the ceiling. But you can't really angle or move them, so you have to move the object you are photographing instead. Which is just a backwards way to work. So I invented my own scrims with two strips of very thin wood, metal chip clips, these little plastic feet that held up plexiglass barriers during COVID. And to weigh everything down... steel plates.

This is version 1.0 where I glued the plastic rather than affixing it with the chip clips.

The clips work much better and allow me to put different weights of plastic on, or even double plastic, for more or less diffusion. And I ended up not needing that board at the bottom which allows me to curve it as well.

And these scrims let me take this photo...

It's called graduated lighting and it makes things look neat.

I also got a backpack for my trip and shorts, but I am going to forego an explanation of those.

To all that helped, thank you so much. I hope you can see I am putting everything to good use.

[chrisevansonly]

Hands Off My Momma! (Little Duck AU🐥💛)

Pairing: dad! Chris Evans x Momma Evans (Female Reader)

Summary: Everyone at the Middlesex County DA’s office knows Matthew, and I mean everyone, and sadly so do you. He will not leave you alone, no matter what you say do, so what happens when Chris and your daughter stop by your office for lunch? Let’s just say Little Duck is ready to fight for her Momma, whatever it takes

Warnings: slight angst? Matthew is a butthead, protective Arlie and Chris

A/N: This took me way to long to get out so I apologize, I am going to try and get a head start on some of the other long requests, so be on the lookout for those! This is short and bad but happy reading!!

Word Count: 834

The office was unusually quiet today, though you wouldn’t complain considering you’d just finished up your last major case for the next few weeks, so you’d take quiet over the insanity it usually was. The only thing that wasn’t so quiet were the knocks that hit your door, part of you already knew who it was, but you wanted to see if ignoring him would get him to leave 

“There’s my favourite lawyer in the building!”

You rolled your eyes, four seconds away from filing a workplace harassment claim against him. Who’s him you might ask, well that would be Matthew Wheeler, one of the assistant district attorneys that worked at your building 

“What can I do for you Mr.Wheeler?”

He took a seat in front of you, yet your eyes remained on your computer screen, going through a few last minute filings 

“Wow, so formal, I thought we were on a more personal level at this point”

“Nope.”

He hummed drumming his fingers on your desk which by the sixth time made you look at him, your expression one of annoyance 

“Ah there she is, so I was thinking, me and you, lunch?”

You smiled eyes lighting up as you watched him get his hopes up

“Oh, wow really?”

“Yeah really, want to go?”

Putting a hand over your heart, you stared him dead in the eyes, it was honestly quite comical how easily gullible this man was 

“No. I’m married, now go away.”

He scoffed crossing his arms as you once again waved your engagement and wedding band in his face 

“So? That doesn’t deter me.”

“Well, it should.”

You got up grabbing the keys to the copy room since you had some papers waiting for you at the printers, when you walked around your desk, Matthew grabbed your hand tightly in his making you stop 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Just one chance, married or not, one chance, one lunch please.”

You scoffed and before you could say anything you heard little feet running down the hall and all of a sudden Arlie was sending little punches to Matthew’s leg

“Hands off my momma!!” 

You almost wanted to laugh but quickly picked her up shushing her softly as her little fists clenched, her eyes narrowed at the stranger that was bothering her mom

“I was going to say the same thing, but my daughter beat me to it.” 

Matthew rolled his eyes going to leave and Chris stopped him 

“You ever bother my wife again, I don’t care what form, I’ll ruin your life.”

Arlie crossed her arms watching him leave before uttering 

“Stupid meanie head.”

“Arlie Mae…”

She looked at you and smiled innocently 

“Hi momma!”

After laughing you covered her face in kisses before sending a smile to Chris before he pressed his lips to yours

“My knights in shining armour, what are you two doing here?”

“Wanna go for lunch momma?”

You thought about it for a moment 

“You know I am kind of hungry, and you two are my favourite lunch dates…just give me a second to pack up”

You put Arlie down on the ground before pulling Chris in for a hug 

“Thank you for that, I’m going to talk to Michelle about it tomorrow and get him fired”

“Good, I’m glad, you’re welcome honey” 

You packed up some files to take home, stuffing your laptop and any other small knick knacks you needed in your bag, sending a note to your assistant to grab the paperwork at the printers, thankfully it wasn’t super important 

“Momma you ‘weady to go?”

“I am little love, where are we going to eat?”

Arlie took one of your hands while Chris took the other and together you walked out of the building and down to the car, Arlie humming the whole time as she thought about what she was hungry for. Right as you finished buckling her into her car seat she clapped 

“Sushi and stringy noodles!” 

You chuckled, knowing she was talking about the small sushi and yakisoba restaurant you three loved, and if you were being honest, sushi sounded super good right now 

“That sounds perfect my love”

You got into the passenger side of the car, and Chris got in soon after, reaching to take your hand when you were both settled, the car starting up 

“Thank you for the lunch surprise, I love you”

He smiled, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to your palm 

“I love you, and I love surprising you, even if I have to threaten someone to do it”

Your laughter filled the car as you began to drive off towards downtown Boston, you were so grateful for this little family of yours, and especially to your spitfire of a little girl. Arlie was just like her daddy in that sense, they’d always protect you no matter what, and just because she was a toddler, didn’t mean she didn’t pack a mean punch.

[findingnemosworld]

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @a-little-bit-rascal ( 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 )

( he cuuute )

Once upon a time, Y/N L/N had quite the future ahead of her when it came to football, of course being a woman in a mostly male centric sport obviously meant working twice as hard to prove herself; and while for the first two and a half to almost three years she had dazzled the management as well as London with her skillset, as she was a natural midfielder, however three weeks short after her 19th birthday; she suffered a severe injury which shattered her hopes of truly shining in football, hence why she had opted for the next best thing - she had opened up her own school to provide more opportunities for young girls that dream of becoming footballers.

Her nephew, Isaac whom she had developed a deep bond with had taken after her - securing a spot at the Chelsea youth academy, and much like her, managed to dazzle the coaches and management with his skillset.

One day, she had texted her sister to inform her that she'll pick Isaac up from training to treat him with an ice cream as it was quite hot today and she missed spending time with the ten year old boy, when she arrived to the parking lot, she stepped out of her car - walking up to the railing separating the pitch from the street, most of the parents stood waiting on their children, however the children were currently playing with someone she couldn't make out properly until she got closer and her eyes widened in recognition, it was none other than Chelsea's left back, Ben Chilwell.

The sound of the whistle had indicated that the training was over, Isaac was chatting with his friends when his eyes landed on her and he yells, " Auntie Y/N "

His reaction had caught Ben's attention, whose gaze gravitated towards the boy that ran straight into the girl's embrace, he noted how the girl was about his age, he looks over at the coach who seemed to read his mind. " That's Y/N Y/LN, Isaac's aunt and a former player "

" Former player? " Ben repeats with a raised brow, curious as to how a girl who was close to his age could be classified as former.

" Poor lass had her whole career in front of her, and just after her 19th birthday she picked up a really nasty injury which cost her what could have been quite a career, she used to play for the women's team and every now and then she comes in to pay a visit to the youth academy to speak with the youngsters, she's even got her own school "

Ben nods, impressed by what she managed to accomplish; " She seems like a lovely person "

" She is - hang on let me introduce you to her, HEY Y/N "

Y/N looks up and smiles at the coach before grabbing Isaac's hand to walk towards them, " Hi coach " she beams before acknowledging Ben with a polite smile.

" This is Ben Chilwell, I'm sure you already know -- Ben, this is the very lovely Y/N L/N "

" Nice to meet you " Y/N shakes his hand.

" Likewise " Ben nods.

" Auntie Y/N used to be a top baller " Issac states proudly causing the adults to chuckle.

" So I heard " Ben nods, a sense of shyness takes over him for some reason. " Say Isaac, how do you feel about coming to Stamford Bridge to see Chelsea's next match? "

Isaac's eyes light up, " Really? "

" Yeah, I'll get you a pass to come and meet the players too! " Ben exclaims, looking up to Y/N to say. " You're welcome to join him with is parents "

Y/N forces a smile as she said, " My sister won't come, she's a nurse and Isaac's dad is mostly busy so it'll just be us "

" Great, do you mind if I send you the details? " Ben asks.

Y/N nods, taking his phone to type out her contact details. " Here " she looks at Isaac, " What do we say buddy? "

" Thank you " Isaac smiles, reaching over to embrace Ben.

" No problem mate " Ben smiles.

" I'd thank you properly but I have an ice cream date with this one, so thank you " Y/N nods once again as she ushers Isaac to her car.

A few weeks later, It was match day between Chelsea and Brentford, Y/N and Isaac were lead to their seats which were close to the pitch; allowing Isaac to excitedly point out the players to his aunt, explaining his vast knowledge on every player much to Y/N's delight as she already knew of the Chelsea men's team and had met a few of them whenever she was invited to certain events and while Ben was warming up, he looks up and catches their gaze, waving at Isaac and Y/N.

" Auntie Y/N " Isaac said, " I think he likes you "

Y/N had to stifle back a laugh, " Isaac, buddy I don't think that's how it works, he was waving at you "

The ten year old giggles, " He waved at you too, I think he really likes you "

Y/N shushes him, as they settle in and wait on the match to begin, and once the teams dispersed; the referee blows the whistle to signal the beginning of the match; Isaac was at the edge of his seat, cheering on Chelsea while Y/N watched with a neutral expression that concealed hope for the blues to be the ones picking up the win, and right at the 37th minute of the first half, Kai Havertz scores the lead with an assist from Mason Mount.

The goal sent several fans in attendance into a chorus of cheers, Isaac included who embraced Y/N as he chanted, " THEY DID IT! THEY GOT THE LEAD ", Y/N giggles, calming the young boy by placing her hand on his shoulder. " There's still time buddy, relax "

And, true to her word - right around the 43rd minute, Brentford had equalized the score much to the chagrin of Chelsea supporters, at half time Y/N and Isaac snatch a few snacks and return to their seats for the second half, for some odd reason - Y/N felt a sense of dread, almost akin to a premonition that something was about to happen, and indeed, at the 79th minute of the second half, due to a less than perfect pass from the person that had gotten them the tickets, Y/N wasn't alert enough to dodge the ball that was sent flying straight to her face, and the last thing she recalls was her nephew's distant cries for help, and then it all went to black.

" Auntie Y/N, Auntie Y/N "

She struggled until she slowly managed to open her eyes to adjust the bright lighting of what now was able to make out as a hospital room, " Isaac " she murmurs.

The ten year old boy looked up, then sprinted out of the room to call his mother, minutes later; she sees the concerned face of her sister appear. " Jesus sis, you scared us "

It was then that Y/N registered that odd and uncomfortable bandaging across her nose, " What happened? "

Before her sister can respond, Isaac speaks up. " Chilly had passed the ball far too high and it hit your nose "

Suddenly, the memories of that moment flash back and she groans softly, " Great, just great "

" Listen, you relax ok ... the doctors were able to bandage you up so the only thing you'll worry about is the swelling " Y/SN clarifies before giggling, " He was so worried though "

" Huh " Y/N mutters.

" Ben " Y/SN states, " Poor lad couldn't stop blaming himself when he came to check up on you "

" Yeah, well .. thanks to him I'm going to have a crocked nose " Y/N grumbles.

" Oh stop being dramatic, you'll be fine " Y/SN rolls her eyes, " Isaac, let's go. Auntie Y/N needs to rest "

Later that evening, while Y/N was resting; Ben had arrived with a bouquet of flowers, the sound of his footsteps caused Y/N to wake up. " Who is it? "

" It's me " Ben responds with a shaky voice. " I ... - erm - I came to apologize for the incident "

Y/N slowly sat up, " you don't have to " she responds shortly and with a tone that while it did not surprise Ben but he was visibly hurt. " I did not have to be more alert "

" But I also had a major fault in that, it never happened to me before so I really, am sorry about it " Ben states as he placed the flowers to the side.

" Like I said " Y/N responds curtly, " I'm fine, it happened and it's done for, thank you for the flowers but I need to rest so .. "

Ben nods, realizing that she's probably still upset about what happened. " Well, I'm going to head out, if you - um - need anything, you have my number " he states before walking out of the room.

It wasn't that she hated him, not even by the slightest; but Y/N did not think of, much less desire the company of anyone, specifically males hence why she decided that it was better to push him away than to let him in, she fully believed that it would work --- and boy was she wrong.

During her healing process, Isaac would pay her a visit and speak about his training sessions, and apparently Ben had taken a liking to him, paying the academy more visits to train with him as well as having arranged a visit for him to Cobham, to train with the senior team players.

" He asks about you a lot " Isaac once mentions during dinner, " He likes you Auntie Y/N "

Y/N eyes her nephew then her sister who said, " well ... you seem to have left quite an impression on Ben that he sent flowers everyday to you, but since you barely noticed I would take them "

" And coupled with the fact that - um - he suddenly likes to play with Isaac's team a lot, he had also phoned to inform us that he has booked us a box, a whole box for us to sit in and watch them play against Liverpool " Y/SN giggles, " all of that because apparently he really wants to say sorry "

Y/N sighs, " Unbelievable "

" Y/N " Y/SN groans, " Ben is not in any way, shape or form like that piece of garbage you were with, he seems quite sweet so I told him that all three of us will be there, cause hubs is busy ... and "

" And what? " Y/N grumbles.

" He sent us jerseys to wear " Y/SN beams, " So, suck it up because we're going "

Y/N did not have a choice, leading her to sit next to her sister and Isaac in the box that Ben had booked, being served drinks while watching the match in all its glory where Chelsea was able to triumph, capturing the three points much to Isaac's delight, after the match; they were lead to the back area where Ben stood, with his fellow teammates. Mason was the first to speak, " It's such a pleasure to meet you Y/N, by the way I saw some of your old videos when you played, impressive " he states, " your nephew is definitely taking after you "

Y/N forced a smile, " Thank you, he's a lot better than me " she chuckles.

" Well .. I say " Kai interjects, " this calls for a picture, so Isaac come here " he ushers the boy to stand in the middle between him, Mason and Ben as Y/SN takes the picture.

" One day I hope I can play here " Isaac said.

" You will for sure mate " Mason grins.

Ben looks at Y/N and said, " you look good " he states,

" Thank you, the scar is barely there so at least that's a good thing " Y/N responds with a cold tone.

" Erm " Ben swallows the lump in his throat, " can we talk? "

Y/SN noticed the clear tension, " Isaac, buddy ... let's go " she looks at her Y/N. " We'll wait for you in the car "

Y/N nods, turning to face Ben. " what? "

Ben inhales then exhales a deep breath. " I wanted to express my apologies again "

" It's fine Ben " Y/N interjects before Ben raises a hand.

" I want to apologize properly by asking you out on a date " Ben said, nervously looking away. " That is if you’d accept, I don’t mind if you say no but the truth is, I really like you, not because you’re talented or the fact that you’re doing so much to help women’s football make waves, I just … I really want to get to know you properly, the real you "

Y/N grows silent, for a brief moment chewing on her bottom lip which inadvertently draws Ben’s attention. " Ok, I’ll bite into this, you can text me the details "

A relieved expression appears across Ben’s features, " Ok " he smiles.

Ben had definitely pulled out all the stops to apologize and against her better judgment, Y/N had found herself enjoying her date with Ben as he went deep into his childhood and why he chose to be a footballer, she had done the same and as they moved to other topics, Ben asks her, " How come you’re single? "

Y/N swallowed the bite of chicken roughly, she takes a sip of her champagne glass and smiles. " Men are just … no offense, but they weren’t thrilled with the fact that I dedicated my life to the sport "

" Ah " Ben nods, " well, it’s their loss … because you’re a diamond, a well rounded girl that could just be any man’s dream "

Y/N hides her smile behind the champagne glass before saying, " Am I your dream girl? " she asks, giggling when his cheeks reddened.

" Well .. " Ben chuckles, " I was kind of swept off my feet when I first saw you "

" Aww … " Y/N smiles. " You’re cute "

" I believe that’s you sweetheart " Ben smiles.

After their date, Ben drives her home and insists on walking her up to her front door. " I had fun " Y/N states as they walk up to her front door.

" Me too " Ben nods.

They stand in front of her door, a wave of silence takes over them; as each one seems to be holding back. Ben was the first to speak, " I should head back " he gestures to his car and was about to walk when he was stopped halfway by her grabbing his hand to pull him back, and before he could say anything – he was silenced by her lips on his in a soft and tender kiss.

A few seconds later, Y/N pulls back and murmurs, " I don’t know if this will be a good decision but … " she swallows the lump in her throat. " Stay the night "

______________________

Clothes fly across the living room area, leaving a trail in their wake as their lips converse with pure passion coupled with their hands exploring each other’s bodies, once they got to the bedroom; Ben lays her on the bed, peppering kisses across every inch of her exposed skin relishing in the moans and whimpers escaping her soft lips.

He crawls back up, and captures her lips in a kiss; groaning when he felts her fingers tug on his hair. " You’re a rowdy one aren’t you " he smirks against her lips.

" Yes, because I’m horny right now " Y/N shamelessly admits as one of her reaches down to stroke his cock through his boxers, giggling when he buried his face in her neck and groaned. " Let’s skip the formalities " she grins.

Ben lifts his head up to look at her and smiles, " You sure about that? "

" Yes " Y/N murmurs, " We have the entire night to get to know one another "

Ben sits up, to remove his boxers; hissing when his hard cock slaps his abdomen, it didn’t help that her gaze had him almost cum from how intense it was. " Fuck, I’m definitely ready now " he growls diving back to kiss her, he hoists her legs to fold them and teased her pussy, causing her to moan against his lips.

" Fuck, don’t tease me " Y/N murmurs.

" Patience baby " Ben cooed, he slowly thrusts his cock and throws his head back. " Jesus baby you’re tight "

He takes about a moment to allow her to adjust to his size, slowly he begins to move in and out; caging her face with his palms and her lips were occupied by his own, alternating between kisses and words of praise whispered in between. " You’re so good to me, taking my cock so well "

" Ben " Y/N moans out his name.

" I know baby, I’m close too " Ben grunts, thrusting in a much quicker pace.

Y/N clings onto him, her eyes blurry form all the euphoria she was engulfed in, " Ben " she cried out.

" Cum baby, cum for me " Ben encouraged her, pressing open mouthed kisses to her neck.

Once they’ve rode out their highs, Ben heads to her bathroom to grab a clean wet towel, he comes back and cleans her up before cleaning himself up. Then he discards the towel and crawls under the covers with her, " Come here, come in my arms "

Y/N shuffles closer and lays her head on his chest. " Hey Ben … "

" Yeah " Ben murmurs.

" I like you too "

Ben laughs softly, " Well that’s relieving to know "

[themarvelhorse]

I Sail, When the Wolf Comes

CW: Death, Mental Illness

A vent, rant, of sorts. I put this here not just to express my feelings, but to let anyone who wants to, know what's up with me, especially right now.

My dad died.

I always feel like I need to say it like that. Not "he passed away", or he's no longer with us. As if I'm trying to force myself to accept that reality.

He died the day I left to visit a friend. He wasn't even over 65. He was left there to rot for four days. The rot. I can't get the smell of the rot out.

We lived together since the pandemic. He saved me from having to live with my mom. I love my mom and she's very supportive and loving but...

She has schizophrenia, the kind that makes her paranoid. The kind that leads her to stop trusting her friends and family, no matter what we do or say.

She's always been stubborn, but that one makes it so much harder.

It's funny. I've felt like I've had more hope of stopping catastrophic climate change than I do of saving my parents from themselves. I know, I've tried so fuckin' hard to do so. But the decay, the rot, started so much sooner, while they were still alive.

I got to watch the car crash in slow motion. I saw as my mom grew increasingly paranoid over time. All the yelling - not at me mind you - but I was the only one she could yell in the direction of. I took a break, spent some time with my dad, and came back. But then she pretty much picked up where she left off.

I couldn't stay, and it broke my heart.

I could stay, with my dad. We would watch sci-fi, retro TV, movies together, share coffee, a drink, our own inside jokes. It was great.

My mom sold the house, lost most of her things, and was a total mess. When she eventually found an apartment, I went to go furnish it since she... couldn't.

She was admitted to a hospital after screaming about aliens in the middle of the night.

They gave her medication, and helped her return to her old self... or at least reduce the damage. But she's always had that stubborn attitude. And of course, the healthcare system wouldn't have been able to help. There's no one left to offer help.

I can see it coming back. She tries to hide it around me so she doesn't get angry, but it'll come back. She invites family to dinner only to get mad at them. Like, she's mad at them when she invites them. Why?

So, my dad saved me from that. I was able to help from a distance. Somewhat. My dad saved my ass from a lot of things that could have gone much worse. He saved me from myself when I spiral.

But we moved again, and there was a new city I didn't want to go to, but he did. I came along eventually and got really into it. He did too, for a time. But then, things started piling up. A lot of things I wasn't even aware of.

It was a cycle of getting better and then worse. Each time I left, I realized he would be worse. Soon, it didn't matter if I left.

So let me whisper you a reminder Before they come to take me away Whenever there's no hope left to inspire Keep shining a light they all need to see

A fire that burns out for the last time A satellite falling from the sky

Another light shines on the horizon With courage and grace you said goodbye

A fire that burns out for the last time With courage and grace you waved goodbye Oh, goodbye

It was a heart attack, but was it? I'm going through his things. I'm seeing everything he was dealing with.

He was always supportive, and rarely judged. But I'm afraid of those moments when he did. When he tried to be open and honest about how he felt about things.

It was often contrary to my thoughts and perspective. And I argued that.

I'll give one example - he wasn't supportive of environmental action. But he was still supportive of me taking it, because I wanted to. Because he was a good dad.

And he did what he thought was best. Shove those feelings deep down so as to not stir up trouble with his son. Or at least I imagine so. I know he did everything and more for his sons.

That's what I am at the end of the day. A villain.

I'm a villain to my friends and family. People who've supported me so much over the years. I never knew how to repay them. I knew I wouldn't get a job that would make enough money to do that, so I wanted to do a job that would make life better for them indirectly. Or stop it from getting worse.

But it feels like so few would agree with me on how I do that. The science and academic literature say otherwise. I know I'm not trying to be a villain. I work to keep myself, my thoughts and opinions open. But some things I just can't move on. Can't move on taking climate change seriously. But ultimately what will happen? Their instant flights will eventually be gone. Their love of red meat limited to far less than they consume now. Their love of cars and giant single family homes. Their support of a politician who'll only drive us all backwards and make things worse. Their transphobia.

Of course it's not all those things for everyone. People are complex. But it's always those red flags.

And there's so much of life that's still supposed to get better after that. Flights and travel won't be gone. Meat won't be gone. Cars won't be gone. We'd have more time to spend enjoying life, or travelling, etc.

They would support me, because they trust me for me. If I got anything done, I'd surely be the villain in their eyes. The eyes of so many people I care about. Maybe it's a good thing I haven't finished so many projects I've started.

They've come out of the woodwork to offer support in this time, but it all leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The taste of rot. I'm sure that overtime, our relationships will rot away. I'll do what I have to, for their own good. Sounds like something a villain would say, eh? Maybe so, I haven't saved anyone. I've only helped where I could to ease the pain. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life when I was younger, so I wanted to do that. Help. Know I was doing something good.

Of course it comes at a cost. Asking for anything always does for me.

And so, my heart breaks yet again.

And yet again, I am alone. Because even for all their support and offerings of wanting to talk, most who do want to talk, I can't talk to. Or I have to tread lightly. Who knows what I'll say to someone that I don't know their opinion on? My issues cross over with climate action and related stuff. So there's so few I have to talk to. All those friends in the sector went their separate ways. I don't judge them for that, we all have jobs to do to get this done. We're all burnt out.

At least my dad's suffering is over. Just gotta pick up the pieces, and find a new place to stay.

"Me was sick and nigh to death

Tili go tili go

Me was sick and nigh to death

tili go tili go

Me was sick and nigh to death but I vowed with my every breath

For go with wisdom ways

When I sail."

[altschmerzes]

It’s my birthday so… 🌹?

and a happy happy birthday to you!! i hope it's been a good one <3 this is a scene i've posted a piece of before, but it's a much longer clip of the context leading up to it. it's much later in the fic than we are now, after the au version of 2x08. this is right after ted and roy - and beard and rebecca, who went with them - got back from manchester where they went to retrieve jamie's things from his dad's place. they left jamie at the higgins house while they went to do this, because while he's obviously old enough to stay home alone, he's hurt pretty significantly and he's had an extremely traumatic like. week or so. so they don't want to leave him on his own. this is when they go to pick him up.

When they arrive at the Higgins house, it’s dark. Evening is wearing on, and the sight of the cosy home with the light shining through the curtains makes something in Roy’s chest give an almighty yank. This is a day that has lasted a lifetime and he feels so tired he could lie down on the pavement and sleep for an age at the same time that he feels alive with nervous energy that won’t quiet until he gets eyes on Jamie. Even lifting his hand to knock on the front door it shakes. Roy can feel the same sort of anxious buzz radiating from the person behind him on the porch and, far from the first time, he is extremely fucking glad that Ted is here with him. Maybe it’s a bad sort of thing to think, but Roy is beyond grateful that he isn’t feeling everything that he’s feeling - about what they did today, about the whole situation, about Jamie - alone.

Higgins answers the door with a smile and waves them inside. He doesn’t ask why they didn’t stay in Manchester for the night, or how things went, or what the man they’d gone to see had been like, and Roy could kiss him for it. The only thing he says, huddled with Roy and Ted in the front entry, is, “Alright?”

Roy gives one stiff nod and Ted mumbles something unintelligible. Higgins nods back, and steps into the living room, both of them following behind him.

“Jamie,” he calls softly as he crosses the threshold. “Jamie, Ted and Roy are back. They’re here to get you.”

Jamie is laying on the couch. He’s curled on his side, a throw blanket tucked around him - a sight that kicks that lurching yank in Roy’s ribcage back to life again. It hurts to look at him there with the blanket so carefully tucked in at the edges. For a moment, Roy can’t hardly breathe. Then he notices that Jamie isn’t wearing the sling he’s supposed to be wearing so that his shoulder heals right. He sees it off to the side, set on an end table, and then he’s walking before he remembers deciding to do it. As he goes, he sees Jamie sitting up, a trajectory slowed and made awkward by sleep and pain.

“Roy?” the kid asks, voice clumsy with the same.

“Yeah,” Roy says. He picks up the sling and turns with it, sitting down on the couch next to Jamie. The fabric is rough and he’s not quite sure how to get the straps open, but he figures it out after not too much fumbling.

Holding out the sling, now opened as far as it will go, Roy gestures towards Jamie with it. Jamie looks at him and doesn’t move at first. When he does, it’s a slow shift, a hesitant raise of his bad arm that stops when it’s held out between them. He doesn’t put it into the sling. He just sits there with it held out between them, already trembling slightly from the pain of holding his wrenched shoulder at that angle.

It’s an offer. A silent gesture of hesitant trust and Roy almost can’t do it. He almost can’t bring himself to accept what he’s being given for fear that he’ll break it, that he’ll take this chance Jamie has given him and ruin it. Hurt him. Roy has to take the chance, though, because if he doesn’t, if he rejects the offer, he knows Jamie will be hurt. Something between them will fracture. So he reaches out a faintly shaking hand and gently takes ahold of Jamie’s wrist. Jamie jolts at the touch - not much, just a twitch really, but Roy stops. He sits still and holds Jamie’s wrist, waiting for… Waiting for something. What, he doesn’t know exactly. An indication that he hasn’t made things worse? Someone else to speak, or move, or breathe? Something, anything that will tell Roy that things are steady, that the ground under their feet isn’t ice about to crack.

The room feels like it’s holding its breath. Roy doesn’t know if Ted came in or is still in the doorway, if Higgins is here or if he’s disappeared somewhere into the rest of the house. He can’t pay attention to either of them. All his attention is focused on Jamie as he slowly, carefully starts helping the kid maneuver his arm into the sling. Mostly, it goes just fine. His arm fits into it easily with only a single moment where Roy twists the fabric to get it settled and Jamie lets out a hiss. Roy pulls the offending part of the sling out of the way and swipes his thumb over the bone of Jamie’s wrist in apology.

“Feel okay?” Roy asks, once it’s all settled, with all of its fiddly straps and velcro bits arranged in the way Sarah had showed him before they left the hospital.

Jamie doesn’t answer. He just keeps his head ducked down the way it has been while Roy’s fussed at his arm, watching the process with detached fascination. There’s an odd expression on his face and his eyes flick away from his arm, up to Roy every so briefly, then back down again. It takes Roy a moment to notice, but he’s chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“The sling, I mean,” Roy corrects, chastising himself internally for being an idiot with how he worded the question. Of course Jamie doesn’t fucking feel okay. What kind of a stupid, nonsense, ridiculous… “Does it feel alright, do you need me to…”

Whatever he’d been about to say is cut off by Jamie. The boy moves in an unexpected, sudden moment, wrapping his good arm around Roy’s waist and ducking his face into the side of his neck. The grip at Roy’s waist is tight in a way that’s almost desperate and Jamie is pressed as close as he can get despite the bulk of the sling getting in the way. There’s a tremor running through his body that Roy hadn’t been able to see but can sure feel now, and he’s breathing in heavy, laboured pushes of his chest like he’s about to cry.

It’s wrong, knowing that. It’s wrong that Roy knows so acutely and so surely what it feels like when Jamie is on the verge of tears in his arms, and he realizes with a lurch of his gut that he hasn’t actually reacted at all. Jamie is clinging onto him like he’s the last steady thing in the world but Roy’s arms aren’t around him. It’s been several long seconds now and he hasn’t responded, and he knows Jamie, knows that means Jamie’s probably already convinced he’s done something wrong. He’s got to be going ten rounds with himself inside his head but he still hasn’t let go, which means the only thing worse to Jamie right now than clinging to something he’s afraid doesn’t want him is not having anything to cling to at all.

Slowly, hesitantly, still so haunted by the inescapable knowledge of just where the worst of the boy’s injuries are mapped onto his body that a large part of Roy is terrified to touch him, he responds. Roy’s hands lift and hover behind him, trying to decide where to put them, eventually settling with one palm pressed to the nape of Jamie’s neck, the other gently eased around the part of his upper arm swaddled in the sling. If he can keep the pressure off Jamie’s shoulder, if he can avoid pressing on his injured back, then maybe Roy can justify staying here like this with him for a little longer. Maybe Roy can justify leaning his cheek on the top of Jamie’s head and feeling him breathe, which is proof that he’s alive. Proof that he’s not okay yet but he is safe, which means that okay is in reach, even if it’ll take a while to get there.

They stay there like that for a long time.

[therosebunpost]

So, I woke up this morning with inspiration-

Some warnings: Suggestive bits, Robin is married to a guy named Chad ( not for real though, I just wanted something ridiculous to really snap Steve out of lala land) Stancy but not for long, MDI! Seriously if you don't have an age in your bio or on your blog, I will block you!

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Basically it all starts with Steve opening his eyes. He's in that strange state where he's not quite awake, but not asleep either. The house isn't exactly like his, but it also has a few familiar things. The duck theming, the multiple garages, his blue room. There's someone laying beside him, their back turned away. Curly brown hair tickles his nose and he slowly shifts closer to nuzzle into it.

"Steve?"

A hand reaches back, the cool touch of a ring caresses his face and he almost purrs. Nuzzling deeper into the softness while his arms move to wrap around their familiar middle.

"Mornin' Nancy."

She turns around, smiling up at him and tucking some hair away from her face. Her wedding ring shining in the light of the morning. "Morning, love. Come on, let me get some breakfast started before you head to work."

He's still a little dazed as he follows her down the stairs of his home, their home. Nancy is dressed, her hair prim and proper as she starts on some eggs and bacon. She’s a vision, and Steve can’t help but watch her for a second, leaning his head against the wooden door frame. “What time do you head out?” He asks, looking around for her latest article or piece she’s been working on.

“Oh, not today. Already got everything the day before, so I’m just staying home.” She smiles, passing him a tall glass of orange juice. “Though, is there something you want me to pick up at the store for you? I thought I got everything on the list, but I can go again.” Placing down a plate of eggs, she kisses the top of his head and settles down across from him.

“Really? Damn, I hope the paper doesn’t call you in on your day off.” He muses, grabbing a thing of toast and bitting into it.

“Paper? Steve, are you…okay? I haven’t worked at the paper since we got married a year ago.”

Steve blinks, looking up at her. He blinks again, trying to understand where that assumption even came from. “Right, I uh..I’m sorry. I woke up kinda strange this morning.”

“Well, hopefully it clears up during your ride to work. Oh! Here, I packed your lunch and remember to come home on time for dinner, okay? I’m making your favorite and we have guests coming over~” She leans down to kiss his cheek before suddenly he was in the car. His hands on the steering wheel, lunch safely buckled in the side seat.

Rubbing at his temple, Steve slowly drives down the road towards his father’s business. Well, not before stopping abruptly.

There’s a man standing there, in the middle of the road. Messy brown curls rest upon his shoulders, chains glittered in the light, and he was staring at him.

Oh great, of course this happens today.

Steve honks his horn before leaning out the window. “Hey man, look can you move? I’m trying to get to work.”

The guy doesn’t move. “Where do you work?”

“….My dad’s company, you know, Harrington’s?”

“Jesus, really? You seriously picked that?”

Steve narrows his eyes, frowning and honking the horn again. “Seriously, now move okay? I don’t have time for this.”

“You’re already starting to sound like a grumpy old business man. But yeah, your right, you don’t have time, Steve.” The guy finally moves, but he starts coming around to the drivers side. Something glints in his hand and Steve’s heart rate spikes. He ducks into the car, rolls the window up and speeds down the road while the guy flails away to avoid the dust kicking up. Steve watches him stomp the ground in anger through his rear view mirror. “What a freak.”

Work seemed to start and end the second he stepped into the building. He remembers walking through the revolving door and then walking out, the sky a dusty orange instead of blue. He steps out to his car, only to tense when that familiar mop of brown curls greet him. “Get off the hood before I call the police.” He threatens, glaring as the man lounges upon his beemer’s hood like he fucking owns it. “I don’t know what you want from me, man, but you need to leave me the hell alone.”

“Why? Don’t wanna talk?” He counters, not moving. Instead he seems to relax even more, legs widening as he gazes up at Steve with those big brown eyes. “Last time I was like this, you didn’t seem to mind. Like at all.”

Steve swallows thickly, heat creeping up his neck as he looks over the man on his car. Last time? There was a tingle of a memory at the edge of his mind. The buzz of cicadas, curls wrapped up on his fist as he pressed closer to him, heat blooming inside of his chest as they got closer.

He blinks and the memory recedes away, like it was snatched right from his head. “I don’t- I’m married.” He holds up his finger and the man pauses, was that…sorrow in his eyes? It’s gone as soon as it was there, instead replaced with steely determination. “Steve, you need to wake up.”

“What?”

“This…this isn’t real, okay? None of this is real.” Suddenly the man is gripping his arms, almost hard enough to bruise. “It’s some fucked up dream, but it’s not yours. I mean, Jesus man, what a way for him to waste all that time you took figuring out who you were, huh?”

“I’m…I’m Steve, Steve Harrington and who…who the fuck even are you?” Steve pushes him off, pinning him against his car. “What kinda drugs are you on? You need a hospital, dude. I can take you to one, but you need to empty out whatever knife you had in your pocket.”

“Knife?” The man asks, slowly shaking his head. He isn’t even resisting, Steve notes. “It wasn’t- Steve, I know the bottle thing happened but I wasn’t exactly in the best headspace and I’d never hurt you-“

“Stop acting like we know each other! Who are you? Tell me.” Steve shakes him and that’s when the man grips at his wrists, though it was more tender then frightened. “Eddie, my name is Eddie Munson. We do know each other. Really, really well.” Eddie looks up at him, pleading. “Steve, you gotta wake up. Please, we don’t have much time.”

It was all too much. Steve pulls away, shoving Eddie in the process away from his car. “You need to leave.” He points off in the distance. “I dunno what kind of…make believe you’re living in, but I’m married and now I’m gonna go see my wife.” He slips into the car, trying to ignore those sad eyes watching him as he drove back home, shaking.

The rich scent of chicken greets him when he steps inside. Shaking away the events in the parking lot, Steve wraps his arms around Nancy in the kitchen. “I’m home. Smells good.” He murmurs, kissing her cheek. Nancy giggles, batting him away. “Steve! I’m trying to cook! Can you help set the table? Everyone should be here soon.”

As he sets the table, Steve hums a little to himself. Some oldies tune he heard on the way home. “Dream a little dream of me..” He mumbles, swaying to himself as he imagines him dancing with his love. Though did they have blue eyes or brown? Were they in his parents house or a homey trailer, a mug collection slowly being rebuilt in the living room?

“Steve!”

Blinking, Steve jumps back away from the broken pieces at his feet. Something old from his mother’s cabinet, not a mug. “Shit-“ He bends down, gathering it in his hands even if he might get cut. “Are you okay?” Nancy asks, coming closer and crouching down in front of him. Her face twisting at the sight of a cut on his hand. “Oh- ow.” She winces, reaching out to hold it in her hands.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve had worse, remember?” Steve offers, chuckling softly but his expression freezes as Nancy furrows her brows. “What?”

The doorbell rings and they scramble to cone out from beneath the table. “Oh, Dingus, come on-“ Robin comments, rolling her eyes as she pulls a young man behind her. “See? You owe me fifty bucks, I told you they’d be kissing when we got here.” She teases, shaking her head and walking around to look at the glass. “Oh shit- Your mom’s gonna kill you, dude.”

He brightens upon seeing Robin, though he starts to frown when the young man with her curls an arm around her waist. “Hey man, what- What are you doing?”

The guy has the audacity to laugh, pulling Robin close and kissing her cheek. “What, you can kiss your wife under the table and I can’t kiss mine on the cheek?”

What.

Steve looks at Robin, who just smiles up at him as if there wasn’t anything wrong. As if this situation wasn’t utterly ridiculous. “Oh…okay Rob, that’s funny but come on, you can’t think I’m that gullible.”

“Steve?” Nancy comes around, holding his arm. “What’s wrong?”

Steve looks at her, hoping to catch any semblance of being in on some joke, but all he saw was concern in those ice blue eyes. “Well yeah, I mean, Robin’s-“ He stops himself, not wanting to out his friend like that. “Not one to settle down? Yeah, that’s what I thought before I met Chad.” Robin coos, curling into him. Steve has to hold back an incredulous laugh, though really he could feel a pressure behind his eyes.

“Look whatever- Whatever joke you think this is, it’s not funny. You three, that weird guy in the parking lot-“ He’s backing away now, eyes glancing at everyone he knew. Though now they were more like strangers then anything else. “Robin, come on, I’m having a weird fucking day and this is really freaking me out-“

“Steve, dude, your freaking me out.” Robin comes closer, only to jump when he grabs her hand and pulls her into the living room. “Steve! What the fuck is wrong-“

“Is that guy threatening you?” He asks, voice low and deadly serious. “Is that why you won’t tell me? I swear to god, I’ll beat the shit out of him so hard, he’ll never set foot near you ever again-“

“Steve.” Robin hisses, grabbing at his arm. “You’re scaring me, I thought you liked Chad?”

“Who cares about Chad! Fuck Chad. What about you? What about Vicky? You know, the girl you’ve been hopelessly pining over for literally so long?”

Robin blinks, slowly pulling away from him. “Look, when you invited me over, I thought you wanted to tell me you and Nancy are finally starting your family. I don’t even know what…all of this is.” She gestured to him. “So, I’m going back into the dining room to help your wife and my husband set the table. Come back in when you’re not a total mess, okay?”

Steve stands there, alone. His head is pounding and wonders if another migraine is coming on. He can hear their hushed voices in the dining room, and it’s in that moment, he knows he can go in there. That whoever these people were, they aren’t his family.

So he runs. He slips out the back door, jogging through the woods even though he can hear their worried cries behind him. Sure, he should take his car, but he left his key back at the house. Thank god he did though, thank fuck he didn’t drive because then he wouldn’t have stumbled upon the sprawled out body of Eddie Munson against a tree. Blood slipping out of his mouth.

“Oh, fuck-“ He runs closer, kneeling down beside him. “Eddie? What- What the fuck happened?”

The man coughs, lightly shaking his head. “Was…tryin’ to come find you again. Then…he attacked me. God, those vines hurt like a bitch..” He leans back against the tree, allowing the moonlight to show off the jab into his side.

“…You were right.” Steve offers, pulling off his work shirt and wrapping ripped strips around his bleeding middle. “Nancy’s acting weird, Robin married a guy named Chad-“

Eddie’s face twists. “Seriously? Oh, she’s going to murder him when I tell her. Though, figures some crazy killer from the 50s is also a homophobic piece of shit.” He groans as Steve lifts him, his head lulling to the side to rest against his shoulder. “When it was you, I just thought he was tryin’ to cut me out of the picture, but I guess the guy is just shitty.”

“But why? Why cut you out? Are we…really?” Steve starts walking, but he isn’t sure where he’s going. All he knows is that he needs to keep Eddie safe and to stay away from that house as much as possible.

“Yeah, Sunshine. Been together ever since ‘87. It was supposed to be our anniversary…” Eddie sighs, tucking his face against Steve’s neck. “But then he just had to pop out of the ground like the worlds worst Ground Hog, and fuck everything up. I had such a great gift too, was gonna take you on a round trip to all the famous baseball stadiums.”

Steve pauses, cheeks dusting with pink before he starts walking again. “…That sounds great but I still don’t really…get any of this.”

Eddie sighs, curling up more in his arms as they travel aimlessly through the forest. “….It all started in 1986, and Vecna finally decided to show himself..”

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[rainbowchaox]

Episode 1: Destiny is a Bitch.

You ever heard of a small town called Hermit Valley? It’s in the middle of nowhere, Wyoming. It’s so small it isn’t even shown on maps. You probably never even heard of it. This is where Jimmy lives. A slice of nowhere in the middle of a forest. The type of place where everyone knows everyone.

Jimmy is pretty normal. In fact if you met him you would think he is underwhelming as a person. The person that was always picked last for everything because everyone legit forgot he was there. He isn’t weird but he definitely isn’t one of the cool kids. He is just painfully normal. A simple teen whose biggest worry is if he gonna pass his math class. His life is so average he doesn’t even worry about crushes.

Now his brother on the other hand? His brother is as main character you can get. Not only is he a straight A honor student but he is definitely one of the cool kids. He is a black belt in taekwondo and does fencing on the side. The type of kid that everyone inspires to be. Friend to practically everyone including the adults. His popularity is also boosted by Scar, his boyfriend. Scar is the youngest child of the Good family. And his dad is currently the mayor. For better or for worse.

Now normally you would think that Jimmy would envy his brother accomplishments. But Jimmy is no where near jealous. He wants to be as mundane and normal as he can be. He wants Grian to shine brightly and earn everyone’s praise.

But his reasons are not selfless. The fact is every small town has secrets. That always doubles for families living in said towns. And Jimmy and Grian has plenty. The fact is their family has a very special burden. Nothing like a bad family life. Oh no. It’s something more special.

Members of their family are forced to deal with things that lurk and hunt in the dark. Therefore Grian being so competent as a person is just preparation.

Jimmy has no reason to prepare. Clearly his brother will deal with it. It is what Grian wanted since great grandma spoke of the family duty years ago. Which brings them here. In the moldy basement of great grandma that ranks of wet and sludge.

No one ever said destiny smelled like flowers. Grian smiles despite his gagging at said stench. His whole life has been leading to this moment. This is it! The moment he stops being a normal teen. This is the momment where he becomes the chosen one that will protect everyone.

Jimmy meanwhile isn’t so lucky. He is currently vomiting in a bucket because Grian forced him to come with to find the oh so special knife. This isn’t the first time did Jimmy regret hard when it comes to Grian. After Jimmy empties out what one could have presumed used to be Mac and cheese with plenty of ribbing from his oh so sweet older brother because of his delicate stomach finally looks around.

Grian happily starts rummaging the maze of wet cardboard about like a raccoon looking for food. Jimmy is pretty sure he is only here so Grian can happily brag after he finds the ancestral knife to get paranormal steroids. Jimmy really hopes Grian finds it soon. Jimmy saw a giant rat scuttle away between said boxes.

Grian starts laughing manically as he pulls out a object covered in a golden cloth. “I found it! Time for MY super awesome destiny of fighting evil! Watch and gaze upon me! The chosen hero” Grian says as he practically rips apart the cloth ready to cut his palm so he can be the chosen hero of this generation.

To be honest Jimmy has been a mix of nervous,sick, and bored to his stomach the whole time looking around this basement. Great Grandma really needs to clean this place out. That he was only half listening to what his brother had to say. Grian could tell and he was not that pleased to say the least. “Well I know it’s my destiny and all but don’t you want to to atleast look at the knife? It’s hecka cool in my opinion” Grian says while he waves the knife around in the air so it shines slightly in the light coming from the dim lighting. Jimmy rolls his eyes but indulges his brother. Primarily because he wants to be done with this. He has a test to study for. Couple things happen at the same time when Jimmy looks at the knife. Said giant rat suddenly comes out of nearby boxes and jump scaring Jimmy. Jimmy jumping on top of Grian because of the rat. Grian accidently stabbing his brother with the knife in his hand. Cue Jimmy screaming bloody murder.

“What The Fuck Grian?!?!” Jimmy screams with his arm bleeding quite a bit. “LOOK IT WAS A ACCIDENT” Grian yells back a bit panicked. How the heck is he gonna explain to their parents about stabbing his younger brother. Before they can think or say anything else. The knife glows.

Blinding them. Grian screams loudly “NO! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE CHOSEN ONE! Why are being such a bitch Madame destiny! DID I TAKE TAEKWONDO FOR NOTHING? Why did you chose Jimmy?!”

Jimmy feels different. Also his arm? Doesn’t hurt that much anymore. Jimmy really should have had a backbone for once in his life and refused this. He is quickly realizing that studying is now one of his lesser problems now. As his eyes blur and slowly loses consciousness. His only thought is “Fuck destiny”. Guess this is the end of his mundane life.

[noodleswithsoba-blog]

All Might and His Son.

This is an idea I've been kicking around for a good long while, but I absolutely ADORE All Might as a character and while this isn't an Izuku Yagi idea, it's a very different idea.

So to start, All Might has a kid. He was little when the battle with All for One happened because All for One took him, his name is Toshijiro and he heavily repressed the memory.

However, Toshinori fought the hardest he'd ever done in his life, putting all of his power into it. Getting wounded after his son landed in his arms.

Toshinori and Toshijiro are extremely close, even in looks and somewhat in personality, however Toshijiro is different in several respects. He wants his Dad to stop, he wants to take on One For All himself, so his dad doesn't have to fight anymore.

Yet, Toshinori never wanted that for his son, he wanted Toshijiro to be happy, to live a future free from the shadow of All For One. For the most part, he succeeded.

Of course, the past never stays dead in My Hero Academia, and after Kamino, Toshinori calls his son back to Japan. After his stint in America, he's happily reunited with his father and meeting who he picked to carry One For All.

His VC is Kaiji Tang, watch the Might Guy vs. All Might Death Battle to hear what he sounds like as All Might and you get the reason why I picked him.

So to start, Toshijiro is the False Might until Endeavor takes his spot. Being a bit of a similar goofball to his father, but able to suck it down and get to business.

He won't ever give up, his sunlight will pierce the darkness and leave it all revealed! He doesn't need One For All to face the nightmare of All For One!

Personality.

"I'll never yield or stop! I'll always get back up! That's the way I do things and always will! My sunlight will always be here, my fists will always be here, and my soul will shine as bright as it can! Here I am, Toshijiro Yagi, the SON OF ALL MIGHT!"-Toshijiro rallying himself to face All For One, assuring everyone that he'll give it his all.

"Aww, aren't you a little ray of sunshine?! Dad, you really picked a tough little dude, didn'tcha?"- Toshijiro meeting Izuku for the first time.

"Dad, I've been in your shadow for years... let me end this with you!"- Toshijiro and Toshinori about to open a can of Father-Son Whoopass on Akira For One.

He's very much a natural fit for a hero, and his personality mostly reflects that but he's much more serious, a Do-or-Die mindset to every fight.

He gives it his all no matter what. 100%? Pah! Make it 200! No, 300! He believes in the inherent goodness in people, and wants to guide all the villains he can back to society, be the light of hope for his generation and maybe have a long and storied career like his father.

However he has a lot of pressure and self doubt on his shoulders, barely remembering a time before his father was injured, and constantly worrying over his father's condition.

As the third strongest hero, Toshijiro has big shoes to fill and pushes himself to the limit, when All Might wins, Toshijiro loses. His hero name when not playing as his father is the Sun Hero: Helios.

His relationship with Izuku is like a big brother and little brother. He DID train him how to control his quirk better in his substitute lessons. Also how to fight without One For All in case he can't use it.

Quirk!

Quirk Name: Sunlight.

Quirk Type: Transformation.

Quirk Description: Toshijiro can absorb sunlight and use it as an all around body enhancement, however his strength is mostly dependent on the time of day he uses it.

Also if he uses it during the night, he might end up burning himself quite badly. It started as a very weak quirk until he found out he could absorb sunlight and stock it up.

Initially, he was quirkless until much later. About 10 years old.

Ship Ideas!

Seeing as Toshijiro is at least in his 20s and 30s I have several ships in mind for him. (These aren't definite but I'm just spitballing here.)

Fuyumi Todoroki, or Frostlight.

This is your classic Forbidden Love trope where Toshijiro and Fuyumi met outside of knowing who their families are. Fuyumi just thought the silver haired sweetheart that helped her carry some of her shopping home was some random hero, but it didn't take her long to figure out her new friend was an All Might stand-in and got to know him.

She ended up being confessing her feelings after one tough day teaching at her school. She was so frustrated and venting to Toshijiro while he just listened and she ended up blurting out that she liked his 'Dorky hero face and all that!'

Toshijiro just smiled, nodded, and gave her a quick little peck on the lips. Of course when Enji finds out he's absolutely furious but can't do anything about it because Fuyumi is an adult and can make her own decisions.

It's karma for all the shit he put the family through, his daughter gave her heart to the son of the man he was trying to surpass. His son in law will be a constant reminder of what he failed to surpass.

In short, every time Fuyumi and Toshijiro are cute together, you can just feel the blood pressure rising in Enji.

Fuyumi worries about Toshijiro and the effects of how much he has to do as the temporary All Might.

Miruko, or Sunbunny.

Rumi took one look at Toshijiro and challenged him to a fight. After which she asked him out. After their first date, she decided to visit the son of All Might every other week and keep his skills sharp.

Sometimes she'd win, sometimes he'd win, and after each time the winner has to buy the other lunch or dinner or whatever meal that's appropriate for the time.

Little did Toshijiro know that this is the way Rumi Usagiyama dates people. She always thought of dating someone really strong, and a guy on the same level as All Might is way too good to pass up!

She proposed to him after one last round. She won him, he lost to her, so she gets rights to propose. Also, they DO work together on missions quite often in the interim, so it's not just fighting between them.

She does care in her own Miruko-Way.

Chitose Kizuki, or SunMine.

Chitose was chasing the story of a lifetime, a sensational hero from America taking up his father's title as Number One Hero temporarily and she gets the exclusive scoop?

She'll win big with profits for that one. But as she's interviewing him and getting to know him, there's something... warm. Something safe between them.

Like he's a gentle soul, that only wants to help his dad out. It soon goes beyond the scope of reporter and interviewee. Soon she's the one divulging her secrets, and getting someone who likes her despite her own hangups about her appearance.

It gets to the point that she doesn't publish it. In fact she turned it into a dictated Autobiography by him. On their wedding day she sent it to several publishers and got it published, this time telling the candid truth of a young hero living in the shadow of a legend.

She became a very famous author and left the PLF. Hand in hand with her husband.

Kiruka Hasaki, or SunSlice.

The two of them met each other as villain and hero, slowly building up a relationship after Toshijiro revealed that he didn't really want to turn her in. She didn't really do anything wrong yet. She's still really strong so he offered a partnership and she took it.

And that's all so far!

[youmarin]

Light Shower | JJ Maybank (Tangled AU!)

A/N: Hello, it's been forever since I post any writing in here. I wrote this on April of last year and was thinking about it almost a year later. Funny, right? It's an idea I really liked and maybe someone else already had it but this is my version. :D The title I picked comes from the song "Light Shower" by Melanie Martinez (most of my fics have song names hehe). Also very odd how this song is so fitting (at least I see it like that). Won't entertain you more, hope you enjoy this little piece.

Word count: idk, it's short tho

warnings: mentions of abuse (nothing explicit)

"Once upon a time, a sun drop fell from the sky.”  Her son gave her his undivided attention, bright blue eyes on her as she started to tell him a new bedtime story. “It had been the topic of conversation around town for a long time and everyone went around searching for it.”

 He interrupted her, curious, “How, wait, why did a sun drop fall from the sky? What do you do with it?” 

“Um, well, everyone wanted it because this sundrop had healing properties, and could make you stay young forever.”  

“Like the Fountain of Youth?” he exclaimed, excited. Her little boy loved treasures and adventures. 

“Like the Fountain of Youth.” she confirmed. “You wanna know why the little sundrop fell here from the sky?” he nodded frantically. “It fell because the heavens wanted it to hurt a little less down here on Earth. It was meant to be treasured and shared so we could keep those we love safe.” 

“Did the people find it?” 

“It wasn’t meant to be hidden in the first place, it was in plain sight. But someone greedy and selfish had kept it from the rest. Now, if someone comes across it and recognizes it, it could save it and make it shine for everyone again, because after all this time its light could be dwindling and at any given moment it could give up” She heard her husband yell at her, asking what was taking her so long. So before he came into their son’s room, she hurried to finish the story and tuck him into bed.  “Goodnight, my sundrop.” She smiled, ruffling his long blonde hair affectionately and kissed his forehead. He smiled at what his mom just called him. 

JJ kept thinking about the story, and thought that if he could find the real thing, things would become better at home. So, determined, he swore he would. 

One summer day, he had gone out to play. He had stopped at the Château to get his friend John B but he wasn’t home, probably his dad had taken him out on their boat. So, he made his way to the beach alone and played in the sand. 

As he kept walking along the coast, making figures in the sand with a stick he had found, he heard someone singing. Looking around, his mouth fell open in surprise, the stick falling from his grip. 

It was a little girl, around his age. She was sitting on her legs in the sand, holding a small wounded bird in her hands. As she sang, her long hair started to glow as bright as the sun, and as she finished her little song, the bird flew away, making her laugh happily. The magical glow of her hair dimmed considerably, leaving it a shiny blonde. 

She had just healed a bird. Her hair. Sunlight. His mom’s story. It was real. He found the sundrop. “I found it!” he exclaimed victorious. The girl turned around, scared. She knew she shouldn’t have gone outside. She saw the little boy looking at her, a big smile on his face as he made his way towards her and she screamed, hurrying to get up and with one last look at the boy she ran off. “Wait! Where are you going?! Don’t leave, please!” JJ ran after her. 

As they ran, they started to drift away from the beach and in between a lot of trees and weeds. They dodged the lowest branches and leaped to avoid fallen trees, big rocks and getting their feet tangled in the vines. “Hey, wait!” He tried once more, getting closer to her, but he was so focused on reaching her, he forgot about his surroundings and tripped with some rocks, twisting his ankle. He whined in pain, and she heard him starting to cry. Daring to look back, she saw him on the ground, both hands made into fists as he roughly wiped his tears away. The girl debated  whether she should keep going and make it safely back home or if she should head back and help him. 

Out of his tear blurred vision, he saw someone crouch beside him. She wiped his tears away and he stared in awe at the girl as he stopped crying. He saw the worry in her big dark eyes and without a word, she helped him get his foot out from between the rocks. He cried out again, tears gathering in his eyes as he saw his ankle turning the wrong way and blood coming out of his scratched skin. “It hurts.” 

She nodded and hurried up to rid him out of pain. Her hair started glowing again as she began to sing, holding his scuffed hands. JJ’s eyes widened, looking clearer than ever as her glow reflected on him, tears gone and only their trail left, replaced by pure amazement. And in just a moment the pain was gone. 

He blinked, looking down on him and seeing that in fact, all his injuries were gone, even the older ones. “Woooah.” He smiled happily and stood up, wiggling his previously injured leg. “Thanks.”  He saw she was already walking away. “Please don’t go.” He tried following her again, being more careful this time. He grabbed her wrist. She turned to him and JJ saw he had scared her. “I’m sorry. That was stupid.” 

“Don’t hurt me.” she grabbed her wrist right as he let go of her.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He shook his head. “Wait, is someone hurting you?” Thinking back to his mom’s story, she should be hidden away by the bad guy. 

“You’re not going to hurt me?” She said, stranged. He shook his head no again. Squinting her eyes, she moved closer to him. She placed her hands on his cheeks, and looked him over, making JJ confused. Getting even closer, she looked him right in the eyes, and so did JJ. She suddenly stepped back and opened his mouth. JJ started to laugh and tried to talk, “Wa- a- -uh doin’?” 

“You don’t have fangs, or claws.” She stated the obvious, stepping back. 

“Of course not! What are you talking about?” He had just seen a girl with healing light from the sun so he thought she maybe was onto something, “Wait, do vampires exist too? Wait, werewolves?”  That would be cool. A little scary too, he thought. She didn’t answer him but she looked like she was thinking about something. Seeming to reach a conclusion, she glanced at him once more before starting to run away, again. But the little boy didn’t seem like he was going to give up. He chased after for a while and so she chose she better hide before going any further. 

The sky was turning gray and thunder rumbled in the air. Soon after, it was pouring rain. JJ kept looking around, calling out for her, but the rain pelting down barely let him see anything in between all the foliage. So he turned and went back the way he had come. 

When he got back home, he was drenched, shivering and tired. But he was so excited to tell his mom what he saw, he didn’t really care at that moment. Things could really get better, and he wasn't afraid now. “Mommy!” He ran towards the front door, opening it. He dashed straight to his parents’ bedroom, not seeing her in the kitchen nor in the living room. He opened the door. “Mommy, I found it!” His smile faltered and his steps came to a halt when he saw his dad sitting on the bed; the room was a mess, things thrown and broken all over the place while he sat there, with a bottle more than half empty in his hand. 

He was too late.