#like he is gonna wreck shit now that he's away from his dad

[perfectharmonyloveschaos]

Ragnarok in a nutshell

[steddielations]

nonsexual d/s for sub Eddie week with art here by @ent-is-indecisive

“Eddie, will you please open the door?”

“I ruined it, Steve, I messed everything up.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, baby, let me in, c’mon.”

All the music from the party almost drowns out Steve’s voice, but a small pathetic piece of Eddie clings to it like an anchor. He opens the door and Steve’s brows knit sympathetically at the state of distress Eddie's in. It’s all fucked up.

His leather sleeve is wet and sticky, he can’t stop raking his fingers through his hair, ruining the nice waves Steve styled for him earlier because he was too much of a wreck to do it himself. It’s all fucked up.

“I fucked up.”

Shaking his head, Steve comes inside and shuts the door behind him. “It wasn’t that bad. Could’ve been worse, remember when Robin threw up in the middle of an audition.”

“Steve, at this point they’re gonna pay me not to make an album,” Eddie stresses, pacing around the bathroom. “I spilled wine all over the guy. Dale fucking Grazer wants to talk serious paper and shake my hand and I just emptied my stupid little glass all over him!”

“It was just wine, not puke or something,” Steve says lightly, trying to bring Eddie down from his frantic state. It works, his voice is a tether for Eddie to grab onto. “Come here, let me fix you up.” 

Eddie does as Steve says, not trusting himself to make any more decisions when all he’s done today is fuck up. 

Steve guides him over to the sink, wetting a towel and dabbing Eddie’s jacket. He’s so calm, like this isn’t the most important night in Eddie’s life and it’s not already blown and he can still make that hotshot from the record label like him.

Steve’s acting like everything’s fine, which makes Eddie feel stupid and small like he's overreacting, he tries to let Steve’s energy calm him too but it’s hard.

“You’re overthinking, I can see it on your face,” Steve says, being gentle but not in a coddling way that would make Eddie feel even more stupid.

He straightens out Eddie’s sleeve, good as new, then works on Eddie’s hair next. His fingers are soft and skilled and so sure, knowing exactly how to fix it and how to make Eddie melt under his touch.

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, just trying to let Steve fix everything. He's way better at fancy parties and schmoozing than Eddie is. He always knows how to get Eddie out of his head and that’s what he needs right now. As pathetic as he feels about it, he needs to stop thinking. Let Steve think for him, even.

“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” Steve prompts softly and Eddie is helpless but to let it all out.

“I can’t stop saying the wrong shit. Why’d I tell him my dad’s in prison? Or bring up the dropped murder charges, or all that stuff about ket, I just can’t shut up.”

“No, that’s just you, the whole big personality charismatic rockstar thing. Trust me, that guy’s got star eyes for you.”

“This is just like with Paige’s label. I messed that up, and now I’m ruining Jeff’s chance again, and—”

“No you’re not, that guy loves Jeff already, everybody loves Jeff.” 

“You’re right, he’s got this, he doesn’t need me. Let’s just get out of here, make a run for it.”

Eddie barely takes a step before Steve’s hands circle both his wrists, his grip gentle but solid, holding Eddie in place. It flips the same little switch in Eddie as the cuffs they use in the bedroom. It takes away the option to run.

Somewhere in the jumble of his mind, he knows it’s the right choice, trusting that Steve wouldn’t let him make the wrong one.

“We’re not going anywhere, baby, this is your chance too.” Steve rubs up and down Eddie’s arms, guiding him around in front of the mirror. 

It’s hard for Eddie to look at himself right now and see it written all over his face. Steve cleaned the stain and made his hair perfect again but he can’t fix whatever’s making Eddie… Well, Eddie. Whatever it is that made him flunk senior year 3 times, or screw up the first chance he had to make something of himself, or the reason Ronnie won’t pick up his phone calls, or the reason Wayne sleeps with his keys on the bedside table in case he has to come running to Eddie’s rescue like always—

Steve’s fingers lightly cup Eddie’s chin, he’s standing behind Eddie now, his body warmly pressed against him.

“Look here, honey.” Steve gently tips Eddie’s head up to meet his own eyes in the mirror. They’re glistening with unshed tears that almost fall when Steve says soft but sure, “You’re not a fuckup,” and prompts Eddie, “Say it.”

Eddie swallows the lump rising in his throat, “I’m not—” 

He chokes up a little bit and Steve waits patiently. 

“Tell yourself,” Steve whispers, all earnest-eyed in the mirror like all he wants is to make Eddie believe it.

“I’m not a… fuckup,” Eddie gets the words out and a few tears slip free with them.

Steve brushes them away. “You can do this. Say it.”

With a deep breath, Eddie tells himself, “I can do this.”

Steve kisses his temple, gives him a little praise that he admittedly needs so much right now, “You’re gonna be so good.”

Eddie’s mind starts to clear of everything that’s not Steve rocking him slowly in his arms, whispering, “You’re my good boy,” as many times as Eddie needs to hear it. He feels his confidence building back up, getting more comfortable in his skin again with Steve holding him, believing the words Steve made him say in the mirror, believing the words Steve kisses into his neck and loves into his skin. He can do this.

“Aren’t you?”

“Yeah.” 

“Tell me,” Steve prompts and Eddie turns a little, blinking slowly, eyes feeling heavy with the slow dose of bliss Steve gave him.

“I’m your good boy,” Eddie murmurs and he believes it.

When they leave the bathroom later, Steve can’t hold his hand through this, but Eddie still feels him.

He charms the fuck out of those suits from the label. They love Jeff, everybody loves Jeff, and they love Eddie too. The whole band is definitely getting signed, at least that’s what Steve says on the ride home.

Eddie greedily soaks up all the praise and attention, feeling a little spacey with it, Steve's big warm hand on his thigh grounding him. He can't wait for them to get home so he can properly thank Steve.

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

for dad!jj— jj and the reader are in an argument and little maybank hears her parents yelling at each other saying hurtful things and she gets scared? yk yesterday she watched her parents with loving eyes as they laughed together, kissed, tucked her in bed, etc.. and now they’re acting as if they hate each other.

train wreck

pairing(s): dad!jj x mom!reader

warnings: yelling, hurtful words, teen parents

summary: while you and jj are in a heated argument, your daughter unfortunately catches a glimpse of it.

authors note: thank you for the request baby! enjoy :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

“yeah? well maybe if you weren’t running away every other goddamn day, i wouldn’t need to ask my parents for help!” you shouted at him.

“i have shit to do!” he shouted back. “don’t you dare make it seem like i don’t fuckin’ care for you or our daughter.”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “if you care so much, why are you never here?!”

“jesus christ, did you not listen to a single word i just said? i. have shit. to do!” he screamed, slamming his hand down on the table.

you knew he’d never hit you. he’d never even think about hurting you. yet the action was enough to make you jump. and that was when the both of you heard it.

the small whimper that you two had become so familiar with.

your heads immediately turned to the doorway where your toddler stood frozen, her bottom lip quivering and her eyes glossy as if she was about to cry. all the noise must’ve woken her from her nap with her messy hair and disheveled pjs. “what’s going on?” she asked, voice trembling.

you just wanted to cry knowing that your daughter had seen the monster inside the two of you. you quickly dropped any ounce of anger and frustration and rushed over to her. “hi baby,” you said softly, picking her up from under her arms. “we’re just talking.” you carried her out of the kitchen where the fight took place and into her room. “sometimes, me and daddy don’t always like the same things. we just have to talk about it to make it better.”

“are you okay, mommy?” she asked softly.

you nodded with a smile and brushed some of the short hair from her face. “i’m okay honey.”

“is daddy okay?” she questioned.

“mhm,” you said. “we’re okay. we just had a little disagreement.”

she leaned into your chest and wrapped her arms around your neck. “you guys were happy yesterday.”

you kissed her cheek softly and sat down on the bed with her. “i know. we’re gonna be okay. i promise.”

she crawled out of your hold and under her sheets with a big cheesy grin on her face. “go talk to daddy. i don’t like when you guys are sad.”

you chuckled and pressed another kiss to her forehead. “okay baby. you ready to go back to bed then?”

she nodded quickly. “night mommy. i love you.”

“i love you too,” you said, tucking her in and shutting her lamp off.

you headed out into the kitchen, rubbing your temples and groaning. “is she okay?” jj asked, standing up from his seat as soon as you entered the room.

“shes fine,” you replied tiredly. you hated fighting with him. it was hurtful and mentally exhausting.

he headed towards you, pulling your hands from your face and wrapping his arms around your waist. “i’m sorry, my love. i don’t wanna put anymore stress on you and i swear to be better. i just get overwhelmed with the whole having a kid at 19, you know? i’m sure you do too and its unfair of me to just leave all the responsibility on you whenever i feel like it. and i’m really, really sorry for yelling at you like that.” he apologized, his pretty blue eyes gazing into yours. “i just want to be here for you, sweetheart. for you and our daughter.”

you leaned into his firm chest, wrapping your arms around him and taking a deep breath. “it’s okay, j. i get it. but at the same time, this really has to stop.”

“and it will. i promise you it will,” he said, leaning back slightly and using his hand to tilt up your chin toward him. “i’m going to be here for the both of you until the end of time. i’m done running. you two are my entire world.”

you smiled tiredly and stood up on your toes to kiss his soft lips. “i love you jj.”

“i love you more, angel.”

[bellewintersroe]

Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter! Part 4 here’s the link to part 3. Who’s ready for some drama? 😏

In between the two weeks between Italy and Singapore something is exposed causing social media to have a meltdown. Some how, poor Leni Horner is dragged into the crossfire…

Taglist: @ironmaiden1313 @callsignwidow @fangirl125reader @norassimpingzone

Kelly Piquet spotted with same mystery man back in May 2022 - affair EXPOSED almost a year on?!

Is it over for Max Verstappen and Kelly Piquet? - user: if Kelly has cheated on Max then she’s truly a piece of shit, poor Maxy:( - user: fuck Kelly Piquet always knew she was trash - user: Max can do better anyway and get away from that racist family Kelly Piquet was spotted snogging mystery man in a May 2022, but how are the pictures only just being revealed now? Nobody’s quite sure, but as of September 9th the pictures have gone viral alongside Kelly seen again with her new beau. Are you just as confused as we are? Kelly was seen only last week supporting world champion boyfriend, Max Verstappen at the Italian Grand Prix. We don’t know what’s going on, but what we can tell you is that Kelly is in big trouble, run for the hills Max! Verstappen and Piquet NO MORE! Max Verstappen takes down the TWO pictures he had posted with Kelly Piquet after cheating scandal goes viral. “Oh my god.” My hand covered my mouth in complete shock. My stomach sunk completely and a sickness took over me. “Poor Max.” My dad sighed. “Poor Max.” Geri agreed. “I never liked her anyway.” Blue, my step sister commented causing a small round of chuckles to make its way through the hotel room. I call it a hotel room but it was more like a fucking hotel floor, Geri and my dad stayed in here with Olivia and Monty whilst Bluebell and I had our own rooms not too far down the hall. Part of me was jealous for my 10 year old sister and 6 year old brother for getting to stay in a literal palace.

“He didn’t seem that into her anyway.” My dad shrugged as I borderline choked on my drink. True. “Still, Christian, that poor boy. And he’s got to race next weekend with this fresh on his mind.” Geri sighed sympathetically.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay. We’ll make sure he is.” My dad nodded. “Poor guy.” He added on as I continued scrolling further down Twitter. What I didn’t expect was to see a picture of myself on there. - user: the only girl that can release Max from granny’s claws...

It had thousands of likes and retweets, I cringed, exiting the app, despising that there was a small amount of amusement inside of me. “Too old for him anyway.” I began adding into the family bitch. I got completely carried away, now everybody was feeling the exact same mood towards Kelly, I could let out what previously was jealousy, now, mixed with disgust for her actions.

“Alright, alright girls she is still a human.” My dad warned Blue and I once we’d got a little carried away. We both snickered as I rolled my eyes playfully. “We’re only joking, dad.” I responded before pushing myself up, “I’m gonna go and get a smoothie, does anybody want one?”

When everybody but Olivia declined, I happily took her down to the hotel floor where there was the luxury of having a smoothie bar right on our doorstep. What I was really going down there to do was text Max. A sickness loomed over me when I scrolled over his contact, hovering over the buttons nervously.

“Hurry up!” Olivia begged as I slowly walked forwards into the lift again. “Sorry.” I muttered, typing out quickly.

Leni: I’m so sorry Max

I had no idea what to say, or what else to add onto that. I felt a little awkward and considering the last time we saw each other was so tense, I didn’t even know if he’d want to reply to me. Either way, I wanted him to know I was at least there for him.

The rest of the day I was a nervous wreck, my eyes were glued to my phone, fascinated by the scandal as though I didn’t know any of those people personally. Maybe me and Max should’ve just held hands, that felt all too insignificant and stupid in comparison to the details of Kelly’s affair that emerged online.

A few hours later, I received a text back…

Max: Hey, sorry I haven’t been on my phone today I sat up straighter in my bed seeing it was Max replying.

Max: I’m okay it’s just a shock finding out a year later, but you and I both know more than anybody that I’m gonna be fine after this Responding to that text was a little tricky, I read it a good ten times over, mixed emotions filling me.

Leni: I hope so, just take care of yourself Max Max: I will Leni

Sighing, I swiped back of the text app and returned to twitter, clicking on my notifications. My account was private, but I could still see I had been mentioned, without thinking I clicked on the notification.

Kelly Piquet and Max Verstappen call it quits, but has Max moved on already? Images from a beach in Monaco reveal Max was out for a late night swim, it seems, with Leni Horner, his team principles daughter. Talk about trouble in paradise!

user: smfh they were with a group of friends you absolute rats user: people will post anything for drama these days. user: even if it was just them two I’d be happy lmao is that bad? Leni is the gift that keeps on giving. user: is it just me or is Leni and the other girls not wearing any tops? user: taking pictures of half naked girls on the beach is creepy asf wtf user: if my bf was out skinny dipping with a bitch like Leni Horner I’d have an affair too lol user: good for him. user: Leni’s got her claws in, just like her dad, she gives off stuck up vibes > user : stfu pig ass looking girl, Leni hasn’t even done anything wrong they’re not even together user: they’re literally with a GROUP of friends, leave Leni alone i s2g

“Fuck sake.” I muttered to myself, stomach churning as I swiped off the threat and onto another one. I understood people’s opinions of me were always going to be mixed, especially on Twitter, but for the most part I kept private to avoid this. There was no real pictures of me with my breasts out, only my back turned to the camera which was extremely far away, but still, I felt sick that somebody was following us with a camera. What if there was pictures of us topless? If they were just waiting to release them? I’d be mortified. I laid in bed contemplating that night, I’d talked to a few of my friends who were also there that night, but the one person I wanted to text, I felt like I couldn’t.

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Finale

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also.It's just colors and vibes here. It's been a chaotic journey, but it finally ends today, most likely with a character death, so . . .

Disclaimer: I'm just screaming this entire post.

Surprising absolutely no one, Barbara immediately forgave Charles. Like I wrote last week, I'll hold this grudge for both of us, Babe.

If this bastard is still alive by the end of this, there is no justice in the world.

Did he just give them a key to get out? They could just walk through a door, but . . . I'll take it. Kentana is trying to redeem himself. Now, KILL YOUR SHITTY FATHER, and you will earn the top place in my heart.

Don't do it, Way Way. Don't. I see you eyeing that man, but you will take zero bullets for Pete or Babe. Am I clear?! NONE! I don't care if you are wearing white compared to everyone else's black. You will not die. No.

I'm not even going to say shit about these two's colors because BIG RED JUST KILLED A KID!

OH FUCK! HE IS KILLING EVERYONE!

KIMBERLY! I LOVE YOU!

And this is why you deserve to die. Who does something like this? It's not a porn, sir. This is a murder. You're about to die. Not get laid.

WAYMOND, NO! I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING DO THIS! NOOOOOOOOOO!

I know it's blood, but the 'smoke' being red too is great and I need more of it as BIG RED DIES FOR KILLING WAY WAY!

Y'all are letting Big Red talk too much while Way Way is just bleeding out on the floor, and I just need one of y'all to apply pressure to the wound so Way has a fighting chance. Please for the love of God. PLEASE! LET WAY LIVE!

Oh, shit, this is awful. Do NOT think about any good memories with this man who wore red in the past but no longer does for some wacky reason. Those memories are all tainted. He is awful. KILL HIM ALREADY AND GET WAY WAY TO THE HOSPITAL!

I HATE HIM! Barbara, don't you trade your life for Charles. Don't fucking do it. Charles came back from the dead once. He can do it again. KILL BIG RED ALREADY!

OH MY FUCKING GOD, YES! I LOVE KENTA! KILL HIM!

YOU KILLED YOUR SHITTY FATHER! YOU'VE DONE WHAT NO OTHER BL BOY HAS EVER DONE!

YOU WON MY HEART!

Now, someone go hug him! Pete what the fuck are you doing?! One boyfriend is dying and another is breaking down. DO SOMETHING, PETER!

I knew this was going to happen! I knew Way was gonna die taking a bullet for Babe. I knew it, and I'm still upset! WHY?! Why can't Peter have TWO boyfriends?! Why do we always have to kill someone to redeem them and to cancel them out of the poly plot equation. LET POLY HAPPEN!

Fuck, Alan is crying.

FUCK!

I will not be pacified with Jeffrey finally being consumed by blue. I'm still very upset about Way Way having to die instead of Peter just having two boyfriends.

Vegas' Hedgehog, I'm so over your ass! Red flowers?! At Way's funeral?! That is sooooo rude! What is wrong with you?! Read the room, you pretty bitch! RED IS OUT! Way died for the blue! THE BLUE!

I hate this necklace. I hate that Way is dead instead of being taken care of by his two boyfriends. Where the hell is Ken anyway?! Why is he not holding Peter's hand right now? WHAT IS THIS LIE?!

I trust your dad, Barbie, because he is wearing blue, but you have had to cry a thousand tears this episodes, and I pray like GMMTV's First, you stay hydrated because crying can wreck havoc on a thirsty body.

Y'all cannot fuck the grief away in the blue. You can try, but Waymond is still gonna be dead instead of having two boyfriends. This is a real problem, and I want it addressed. RIGHT NOW!

KIMBERLY! YOU'RE BLUE NOW!

Everyone is in blue, and then we have Vegas' fucking Hedgehog in those damn orange pants, and . . . AHHHHHHH *starts throwing clothes around the room and out the window*

Barbie is lighter. He is still black, but now he has the white mixed with it while he looks longingly into the eyes of his Blue Boy (who lied to him several times including lying about his death, pero I'll carry this grudge for both of us, Barbara)

Now why the fuck are you wearing red, Alan?! Why won't this show just let me have nice things?!

So . . . now that this is all over and I, unsurprisingly, did NOT get poly nor Kenta x Pete, I will be unblocking the tags because seeing black boxes on my dash is driving me crazy, and I need to reblog some GIFs of Kimberly, Alan, and Waymond x Peter x Kentana to fill this huge void in my heart where a poly plot would have perfectly fit.

I will never go back and watch this show with subs. Never. Whatever I got from it was exactly what I needed to get from it, and I need nothing else. Because what I got was a boy FINALLY deciding to

KILL HIS SHITTY FATHER

Kenta, you deserve my respect. You loved Pete. You helped all the guys in your own way. You killed your shitty dad. You committed queer wrongs, and I forgive every single one of them. You deserve a happy life, and I hope you are laying in Pete's bed with his arms around you thinking about what y'all will have for breakfast, so he can read your mind and go make it for you.

I like you.

I respect you.

I love you.

And so does Pete.

GIVE ME POLY, DAMN IT!

[maddipoof]

Squish: Part 2

You can find part 1 here,

Thank you to everyone who asked for part 2, I’m sorry it took so long and also I’m very sorry to everyone that I told there would be no part 2, BUT HERE IT IS

JJ loved her.

“Don’t text her again, man.”

He loved her just the two of them.

“Last time, last time, I promise.”

He loved her with her friends.

“Jay, dude, listen to John B.”

He loved her with his friends, too.

“Ok, would you rather I call then?”

“No, but you should stop–”

“Stop what?” JJ threw his phone down on the couch on the Chateau’s porch, nearly hitting Pope in the shoulder. “Huh? 2 weeks, I haven’t seen her for more than an hour in 2 weeks.” He went to rip his pen for the fifth time in a minute, but John B stood up and threw it to the ground. “What the fuck, man?! John B, I will fucking–”

John B took him by the shoulders and gave him a good shake. “Jay, stop, Stop– Hey! No one wants her back here more than us, right? Yeah. So, listen. You need to give her a minute. You’re texting her, calling her every day, it’s too much for her. She’s too overwhelmed right now, just let her come to you, on her own time. You have to give her the chance to think it through for herself, and yes, she already knows you care so don’t even worry about that, ok?”

“Where are my keys?”

“Quite literally the opposite of what I just told you to do!” But he was already ¾ through the chateau.

“I’m not going to see her!”

“Then who is he….” John B and Pope both asked each other until they came to the realization themselves. “Oooooohhh no.” They tried to chase after him but he had already driven away.

“Should we call Kie?”

“We should call Kie.”

★★★

*Ring Ring* *Ring Ring* Kie hit the silence button and texted Pope back I’m at work, I’ll call you later

. . .

“Kie,” JJ walked into the Wreck, “You got a minute to talk?”

“Not really, I’m kind of at work right now.”

He made a show of looking around the near-empty restaurant. “There’s no one in your section.”

“I switched with Martha for today.”

“Really?” He pointed behind her to Martha working her own section.

“Fine, but I can’t just leave if I actually want to keep my job.”

“Your boss is literally your dad, you can do whatever you want.”

“That’s not…”

“Yes, it is. Now, can you please sit down so I can talk to you?”

“Fine, whatever.”

She sat with him close to the entrance and he was across from her with his leg shaking and leaning forward over the table. He wasn’t this worried on the ride over.

“If this is about your latest fling, I’m not interested.”

“Do you know how long we’ve been together?”

“Can’t imagine it’s been longer than a month.”

“Since March, Kie, we’ve been together since March. And this, this whole fucking thing that you’re doing, is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you guys. She wanted to, she wanted to tell you guys, she wanted to know you guys, and be friends with you. You were a major dick to her since the moment you saw us together. So all I’m here for is to ask you why?”

“You really don’t know?”

“Obviously not! And I don’t think you do either.”

“That’s–” she looked off to the side instead of at him. “That’s ridiculous, ok? You’re our friend first. You’re our friend first and now she comes here out of nowhere and now you spend all your time with her. It’s like you don’t even care about us anymore. Like she has a fucking monopoly on your time now.”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean that’s not it. You can’t say ‘us’ and ‘our friend’ when you know that Pope and John B like her. They want her around. Just tell me the truth, Kie. Please.”

She looked to the side again then down at the table before finally looking at JJ. “I’m scared. I’m scared of losing you guys, I’m scared of not being the Pongues anymore. Like what happened with me and Sarah Cameron, I’m scared you guys are gonna find other people, and we’re all gonna go our own ways and then all of a sudden we’ll be boring old people and only see each other for stupid…labor day picnics and shit like that. I don’t–I don’t want that.” She was almost crying at this point but swallowed it down by the end of her sentence.

“You think that’s going to happen just by me having a girlfriend?” It nearly sounded like he was laughing, but she knew he was being sincere.

“That’s how it starts. But then we’re all gonna go to college.” He tilted his head and gave her a look. “Some of us are going to college. And we’re all going off on our own, and– ugh.”

He reached across the table and took her hand, “That is a fuckin horrible way of thinking of things, man.” She scrunched her face like that was the least comforting thing to say (because it was). “Just listen, alright? How can you expect good things to happen if all you think is coming is just bad things? If you think that we’re all gonna stop being friends and just become boring adults, then you’re not gonna do anything to stop it. P4L, Kie. You have to trust that we’re going to stay friends.”

“P4L.” He squeezed her hand before she wiped her tears to look around the restaurant to check for new diners.

“You gonna be ok?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. But I–” “You need to talk to her.” “–need to talk to her.”

“I can’t tell you to apologize, but I can tell you that I want you to. You’re my friend, Kie, you’re always gonna be my friend. But I love her, I want to be with her for as long as I fucking can, so I’d really like it if you could pull your shit together so she’d actually like being around you guys.”

“Yeah, I know. And I’m, um, I’m sorry to you, too. I was scared and I was jealous when I should have just been happy for you.”

“And not a total bitch to her.”

“Yeah, that too. Uh,” She stood up and brushed off her apron to go seat the next customers. “Look, I gotta get back to work, but I still have her number, if she didn’t block me, and I’ll text her when I get home, but right now you’re in the way, and also you should talk to her before I do because I can’t imagine a bigger boyfriend fuck up than that.”

“I’ll call you.” He clapped her on the shoulder as he rushed out of the restaurant.

“No you won’t.”

“Probably not.”

“P4L!”

“P4L!”

★★★

“Sir, Ma’am.”

“JJ, you just burst into my kitchen, you didn’t even use the front door, I think we can lose the formalities.”

He gave your mother a curt nod then continued. “I’d like to see your daughter…Please.”

Y/n’s dad straightened his newspaper, “I do my best not to meddle in her personal affairs.”

“The fuck does that even mean,” JJ whispered to himself, though not very quietly. “That’s a horrible way of doing things.”

“I can either let you two have free reign and figure this out for yourselves, or I can go get the shovel now. Your choice.”

“Free reign, I like free reign, sir.”

“She’s out back.”

“Thank you, sir, uh– ma’am.” Ma’am was always safer, even if he was very much not employed by either of her two very pouge-ish parents.

“Dear,”

“Yes?”

“Your paper’s upside down.” She shook her head affectionately, “When are you gonna let up on the intimidation tactics?”

“You know I’m just giving him a hard time. He’s a good kid, I’m proud of them.”

★★★

He rushed out the sliding glass door to the backyard where y/n kept her little gardin, born of a hyper fixation on medicinal and edible flowers but she’s managed to keep it up this long.

She was laying on a half broken pool lounge chair, the kind with the plasticy rubber bands going across to hold you up, the one he “stole” from a kook’s pile that was marked for the dump for her, after he at least attempted to fix the broken band. She was watching the neighbors bees buzz around her garden, with the weighted dinosaur on her chest. She must have heard him come outside, since she tilted her head and looked like she were trying to pretend to sleep.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I think you can hear me.” He sat at the edge of her chair and put a gentle hand on her ankle, just to be careful even if she was fully aware of him. Clearly it worked, if it got her to smile a little bit, like a little kid pretending to sleep so that their parents would carry them up to bed instead of having to get up and walk. He took it as a good sign and slid his hand up her leg in a cheeky attempt at a tickle. He got to her waist then stuck his arm between the slacks so he could bring his hand up on the other side and pull her into himself. He tried to move the dinosaur so he could bring her closer, but she pulled it back, at least she looked at him this time, with a smile too.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“Then why didn’t you answer my calls.”

“I was scared.”

“Of what?”

“That you’d call me and tell me you can’t be with me because you don’t want to pick between your friends and your girlfriend.”

“You think I’d do that?”

She only shrugged.

“I would never.”

“So you’re not here to break up with me?”

“Never.”

She smiled big at that, but it fell with her next coming thought. “But, um, if you ever had to, I’d want you to pick your friends.”

“What are you talking about?”

“If something happened and you felt like you had to make a choice, I’d want you to pick them.”

“That’s ridiculous.” He sat up but didn’t take her with him, so her head was closer to his hip than his chest where it was before. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m not.” She didn’t match his tone, she didn’t want to. She kept herself small, she didn’t feel like being big, staying where she was, fidgeting with the frays on his cargo shorts instead, “I just think that they’ve been there for you in ways I never could, I’d want you to pick them.”

“Do you hear yourself right now?”

She shrugged again, though her positioning made it awkward.

“Hun, listen to me.” He pulled her up next to him again. “The only reason that would ever happen is if they made me choose. I know you’d never do that. And if they did, I’d pick you.”

“You would?”

“Every time. I’m picking you every time.”

She pulled his bottom lip down to hear the silly sound it made, then she looked him in the eyes again, “I love you.”

“Still?” Not what you were supposed to say, JJ. Not what you were supposed to say at all.

“All the time.”

“I love you too.”

The two laid there together for a few more minutes in the way too cramped chair, just enjoying each other’s company. “I almost blocked you though,” she said, just to break the silence. Also to give him a bit of a hard time.

“What?”

“You were calling me five times a minute, I had no choice but to...”

“No choice but to what?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you had no choice, what did you have no choice in?”

She tried to slowly inch off the chair with a guilty smile on her face, not that she could be very sneaky about being smushed up against someone. He tried to hold her close but she still slipped away so he sat up and straddled the chair, “No choice but to what, hun?”

“It’s hardly important, best not to dwell on it. Don’t worry about it.”

“What did you do?”

“Fiiiiiine, I maybe possibly texted John B to maybe perhaps suggest that you give me 5 minutes to collect my thoughts before calling me,,,again.”

“‘Maybe possibly,’ yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He tried to jump up and chase her but as soon as he stood, his foot got caught in the broken spot which gave her another second’s head start. She considered running inside and leaving him to figure himself out, but she couldn’t just leave him stranded. She dramatically dropped her head back in a sigh and walked back over to him. He kept trying to force his foot straight up through, not turning it and pulling it out that way, and it certainly wasn’t helping that he was just getting angry at it. “You’re gonna bruise your foot. Jesus Christ, hold on, just–ok, stop, put your foot down.”

“What? It’s stuck. I can’t get it out.”

“No, look.” She stuck her own foot in the same gap and he finally seized his moment.

“A HA!” He grabbed her and took her down with him to lie on the chair again, knees bent of course.

“Nooooo! A heinous trick!”

He had no defense, other than looking at her with a big smile again, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I like that I can say that again.”

“You could’ve said it before too.”

“Now felt like the right time.”

“It was.”

★★★

Ring Ring Ring

“Hello?” y/n answered her phone without checking the caller id.

“Hi, um, it’s Kiara.”

“Oh, hi.”

“Hi, yeah, can we talk? Sometime?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I don’t want to do this over the phone, that always felt weird to me.”

“Ok, where do you want to meet then?”

“The beach? The one by the boneyard?”

“Tomorrow morning?”

“Ok, I’ll see you then.”

“See you then.”

★★★

Kiara saw her coming down from the street with a basket and a towel. She waved to her, trying to seem friendly but still worried about overdoing it. “You didn’t need to bring all this. I don’t want to take up too much of your day.”

“You’re not. I just remember you saying you like blackberries and blueberries, and it was early so I brought some.” Y/n pulled a little rubbermaid out of her basket and set them on the towel. “From my garden. And the towel is just because I don’t like getting sand in my pockets. Sensory issues and whatnot.”

“Oh, ok.” Kiara turned to her, sitting crisscrossed, but she stayed facing the water.

“You don’t have to look at me if you don’t want. Eye contact is weird for me.”

“Ok,” she turned to face the ocean too, then spoke. “I want to say sorry, for everything. The way I acted towards you was wrong, and bitchy, and mean, and you didn’t deserve any of it. I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t call yourself bitchy, but it’s ok.”

“It’s not ok, I was scared of losing JJ and I was scared of losing my friends cus you’re all bubbly and fun to talk to and interesting as hell. So instead of trying to get to know you, I tried to push you away from all of them too. And that was bit–” y/n gave her a look, “that was stupid of me. And I’m really sorry.”

“I forgive you, and I understand.” They both cheersed with a berry then spent the rest of the morning on the beach.

★★★

They walked back to the Chateau together, practically skipping, y/n with the basket, Kiara with the blanket.

“Oh no,” John B looked up from where the 3 boys were helping Big John with the Twinkie.

“What?” Pope asked. “Oh shit.”

“What is it?” JJ hit his head on the hood, then nearly passed out once he saw the two girls.

“Boys? A little help here?” All three of them helped Big John up and he started laughing once he saw y/n and Kiara coming down the street. “Ooohhhh, you three have no idea what you’re in for now, do you?

“JJ,” he put a hand on his shoulder. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but that’s not your girlfriend anymore, she’s Kie’s now.”

JJ groaned and put his head down on the front of the van, he sat up just in time to see y/n running towards him. He huffed when she crashed into him and stole his red baseball hat, then stepped back to stand with Kiara.

“You two are gonna be trouble now, aren’t you?” Big John asked.

“In what world?” “How could you say such a thing?”

John B and Pope made some bet behind JJ and shook on it.

★★★

“Hey,” JJ finally caught y/n alone in the kitchen.

“Hi,” she smiled at him as she shut the refrigerator door.

“So, do you want to come over tomorrow? Maybe we could go to the beach? Take a ride? My dad is supposed to be out for the weekend so…”

“Oh, sorry, I had plans with Kie to go see that new Tom Holland movie. Maybe another day.”

He looked a little sad but tried to be happy that they were getting along. “Yeah—Yeah, that’s cool. Don’t worry about it. Another day.”

She pulled him closer by the waist and pushed him into the inner corner of the counter so she could trap him in. “Hey, hey, I’m kidding. I’m kidding. Of course I’ll come over, all weekend if you can handle me for that long.”

“Not long enough.” He nudged her nose with his then leaned in further to take her in a kiss that seemed to transcend time.

Meaning that it seemed long enough for Big John to very loudly say “John B, could ask your friends to stop making out in my kitchen so I could grab a lemonade?”

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Prof. Gelé  AU Concept

To be clear this isn't the only Au/ comic I'll put the model in but it is the one that comes to mind for me most often.

Bleiss is born into the previous generation to RWBY's main characters like Jaune was in my Prof. Arc AU, also like him she became Glynda's partner.

There wasn't really much to say about Bleiss, not really. She Nicholas Schnee's second born daughter. She had talent, beauty and a fierce intellect. But she was also a rebellious teen with a chip on her shoulder towards Atlas.

After that one snake in the grass tried to coil around her what was his name again Assques? Anyways she broke his nose, stole his date and the next day sick of this Atlas high Society shit she left to be a Huntress in Vale, to live her own life how she pleased, free from the SDC.

And Bleiss didn't just manage she fucking flourished! Made a cute friend and admittedly unrequited love named Summer, the best drinking buddy ever in a Branwen called Qrow and finally a bitch she could count to cover her back in Glynda...

Yeah admittedly the two didn't get along too well at first... Okay more like their first two years but whatever. Anyways Bleiss fucking loved her life, shit even turned out she had a knack for this teaching shit.

though only for Hunter Academies, combat school parents were always complaining bout their brats picking up some of her awesome habits.

She loved her students, some more the others specifically of the cute girl variety.  Gawd did she love putting that brat Coco in her place. She'd have to do it again soon, the girl had been a bit too cocky recently with her fellow students after all.

But for now there were mors important things to deal with. Some fuckers had attacked Amber, she might not have fucked the girl or anything but she was a former student and nobody fucked with the brats she trained, graduated or not.

So she was suprised when the Malachites called her. The pair of girls she trained both on fighting and in bed having been excited over beating Ray's fucking brat who tried to wreck her favorite club. Thank god she gave them a few lessons on fighting from time to time.

Anyways apparently Junior got some kid some fake transcripts. A part of her wanted to grab the suspicious brat and throw him in a cell to interrogate. Too coincidental that someone attacks Amber, steals half her fucking soul and now someone else is trying to sneak into where they just so happen  to have her.

So she makes it a point to be in front of the Bullhead the faker was coming in through. She was gonna decide what to do with him once she saw him. After all her drinking buddy Qrow got in with fake transcripts after all so she had to at least pretend to give him the benefit of the doubt...

She felt a bit bad for her neice Weiss, yeah she wasn't exactly her favorite kid of her sis but still. She always did like sweet, little innocent Whitley betterbafter all.

Then her daughter started showing of her dad's side and the guilt for not paying her too much mind died...

Seriously she left the brat there in a freaking crater sniffling and... And... And who the fuck was that?

Tall, blonde and strangely getting her engines roaring was a blonde boy with deep blue eyes, and a freaking knight aesthetics and a sword and... Wait? That was him!?

Okay so the brat apparently had a semblance that influenced people, had to be that? She wasn't into men. So why did her eyes keep tracking him, right right semblance.

Well didn't matter she had her man targeted and went in for the kill. Grabbing the blonde away after old Ozzy's dumb speech. Really it was less kidnapping and more telling the blonde to follow her.

A lie about boys sleeping separately from girls and he was all too willing to follow. Really he was sorta naive for a spy/ assassin. She had him right where she wanted, in her room ready to get straight to the Seductio-Interrogation! She meant Interrogation.

Thankfully the hunky chump still believed he was in the clear so she just had to act all treachery and respectable and junk while she slowly used her ace.

Alchohol, loose lips came hand in hand with drinks after all. And here he was all trusting, with that dopey sweet smile and those lovely blue eyes and that fuckable fac- DAMMIT!

She didn't think he'd be heavy drinker like her, brat could hold his liquor... Sexy. Finally though she managed to ignore the blazing inferno that was her libido long enough to get down to buisness.

And by that she meant she broke a bottle and he reached to clean it for her drunk ass... And cut himself.

He, he didn't have aura... And then everything came out now that she was interrogating the boy about his aura outta worry more then suspicion. After all he couldn't be a spy without aura. That'd be retarded and suicidal, once she told him how she knew he was a fake he buckled and caved in...

And she listened, listened to the blonde talk about his dream, and how he was denied the chance to even attempt it. How he ran away from home, sold just about everything he owned to get his hands on the fake papers so he could risk it all on the chance to attempt to live up to his families name.

So he could be a hero instead of just his families biggest dissapointment... Their black sheep. And she made up her mind then.

Glyn would've blamed the booze, but Bleiss knew perfectly well what she wanted to do.

So she did something she really did...

Something Glynda feared her doing, she gave the blonde a private lesson... And no not the sexy kind though she was awfully fucking tempted.

But no Bleiss Gelé unlocked the blonde's stud levels of aura and then went full out drill Sargent on the sexy blonde. Most would've broke, hell many combat school graduates did under her excessive, cruel and unusual tutoledge.

It was why she was strictly teaching in Dust classes so she couldn't train the poor soft Hunters-in-training. But Jaune didn't break, oh he whined, cried and yelled, but the blonde as it turned out was made of tougher stuff then his folks gave him credit for.

And then the night was over... Dawn broke and the poor blonde bastard hadn't gotten a wink of sleep. But that was fine, she had a plan, she'd go to Ozzy, get his permission to make the kid her sexy assistant like she was gonna do for sweet lil Whitley when he came down for Vytal and then she'd... And he was gone!

Next thing she knows she's freaking out over the kid being launched into the fucking Emerald Forest! Oh Gawd! She wore him the fuck out and not even in the fun way!

She'd never been more pissed at her partner then she was at that moment as Glynda restrained her. She was freaking the fuck out as she saw the poor kid launched through the air... Then he wasn't cuz that one famous brat chucked her spear his way.

Then she directed herself his way... Did something happen between them? How? Darling must've at best had a minute or two to interact with anyone on the way here?

After several more minutes of annoyingly futile resistance she finally calmed down and accepted things as is and decided to watch Jaune try his luck during Initiation and vouch for him if he failed.

-O-O-O-

Glynda felt very... Conflicted over her partner Bleiss. On one hand she'd known her through her entire time in Beacon. She understood Bleiss even if at times if was irritating to do so.

It was ultimately why she felt secured to a point around her. Glynda knew what to expect from her... Usually. Right now as she fretted over a random boy who she couldn't have known for more then a few hours was leaving her utterly stumped.

She observed him, and frankly Jaune Arc while having high aura levels was hardly what she could call competent. The boy was tripping all over himself and getting lost in thought randomly.

He was proving to be a detriment to his partner. Then they entered that cave and he... Did he fall asleep!?

Actually looking closer at him the blonde he looked utterly exhausted and his aura levels were rather low especially given how quickly they were restoring... If she didn't know better she'd have thought the Arc had been fighting for his life, the. Night... Prior.

No...

Turning she looked to her worried partner and spoke the most dire question without thinking positive even her impulsive, sadistic partner wouldn't be so reckless.

"Bleiss what did you do?" Bleiss avoided her gaze and begun to mumble, that was never a good sign.

"What did you say?"

"I... just... Trained him a bit last night." She wasn't the only on to look horrified, Port, Oobeleck and even Ozpin looked pale at the implications. After what Bleiss considered legitimate training was illegal across the kingdoms.

"How is he alive..." She agreed with Port before turning back to the screen concerned about the boy.

Her previous concerns were utterly dashed. Anyone who could survive Gelé's training more the deserved a spot in Beacon.

-0-0-0-

Exhausted, irritated and sore were Jaune's feelings... Aura, thank merciful Oum for aura! He didn't know how he survived all these years without it. But he was sure he would've died last night if not for the soulful energy.

Miss Gelé was terrifying, at first he'd been flustered when such a pretty older woman tricked him into her room, then confused and then worried when his transcripts came to life.

But all that fell wayside when out of nowhere she stood up grabbed him, dragged him outside and told him she'd be teaching him a few of the basics a Huntsman needed to know.

He'd been about to talk back, not willing to take a hand out even if from a teache- Then she knocked him flat on his ass, walked up to him and said some kinda cool sounding words before she unlocked his aura.

Oh she explained what she did to him. But did so as she was stabbing at him with a freaking sword, darting around the place like a bullet. She even summoned monsters! Just constant pain, agony on the physical front and lectures on Grimm, Aura, Dust and a ton of other stuff he didn't know about.

All while she continued to beat his ass...

Once his aura shattered she'd beat him with fist, kicks and really painful grabs until it restored and they were back to him trying not to be impaled! Wash and rinse and repeat to sunrise! She looked happy! Excited even!

But hey, at least he had super powers now... Aura was awesome. Though right now he'd trade it in a heart beat for a coffee of even better a pillow...

But those thoughts could wait! He had bigger worries. He didn't go through all that just to g

fail Initiation! The Grimm weren't even as scary as that after all!

At some point he must've gone in a cave because currently he was running from a freaking Giant Scorpion!... Still not as scary as Ms. Gelé but this thing clearly wanted to kill him.

Aura into his feet like he saw miss Gelé doing he managed to outpace it! Pyrrha said something bout not wasting his aura but frankly he still had a lot...

Like much of the rest of the day it all happened like a blur. Ruby and Weiss eating dirt from falling from the sky and giant bird getting added to the mix and something about chess pieces.

All he knew is that they needed to get outta there fast to pass and best of all not fight the two giant monsters. That was a plan he could get behind!

And he would've, should've and was sure as hell going to. Until the ginger girl beside him called out her partner's name. He turned and saw that Pyrrha and the brunette he could assume was Ren hadn't made it before the bridge collapsed.

Really it should've been a easy choice, they were strangers, he hadn't even known Pyrrha a hour. He owed them nothing and the finish line was right there! Yep, it was a easy choice, one he didn't even need to think about... Dammit.

Pumping aura in his legs he leaped out towards them. After all what kinda person wouldn't rush in to help others? Not him that's for sure.

Exhausted, tired and only mentally there by a fraction his mind worked overtime. Instincts were in the front seat. And so he listened to them.

He knew there was no way he could tear through the things armor... At least, not with what he knew how to do. But there was something?

pumping aura into his arm he tanked a sting with his shield, the attack denting his heirloom's mechanism shifting sheath but somehow managed to feat of strength to not have his poise broken from the blow.

The Grimm's carapace was thick, to thick for a sword like his... But maybe if he stole another one of miss Bleiss's moves?

She'd been so nimble and quick during the fight, pushing aura into her legs as she explain it while beating him.

It was where he got the idea of doing it, though he had the feeling he wasn't nearly as good at it as she was. But despite how petite she was her blows were heavy... Because she put aura on the blade, heck she even swung it once and sent the energy flying.

It was that which he inspired to copy in that moment.

Pushing all the energy he could into his sword, desperation and determination were powerful motivators.

and from them he managed to once more repeat the technique Bleiss had preformed before him like her aura reinforcement.

All his aura surging out in a arc of violent energy, that cleaved into and through one of the Deathstalker's claws.

His aura shattered, he was out and now the thing was glaring at him, oh he was scared but he had three people with him. All of which seemed more worried about his auraless state then even he was. It reassured him, didn't seem like they'd run for it.

Which meant he had a chance. After all, this Grimm wasn't nearly as fast a attacker as Ms. Gelé, and Jaune had learned last night just how much being light on his feet could help.

He smiled, a crooked, sure toothy grin it's way, finding himself terrified but also excited to kill his first monster.

-0-0-0-

While they were sure Team RWBY would be the focus of their students for the staff the group their eyes were on were JNPR. And for once it wasn't because of miss Nikos.

No the reason was the blonde dancing around and avoiding the Death Stalker's strikes.

Who knew it was targeting him but didn't turn tell to run despite having no aura but instead kept it's attention so the others could wear it down.

"A Fucking Mazing..." Glynda felt a chill run up her spine as she turned to look at her partner. And what she saw terrified her.

Bleiss was unashamedly looking hungrily at the Arc.

"One fuckinh night with aura and he manages this..." Her lip bled she was biting it so hard. Wait, did she say a night with aura!? Didn't that imply he didn't have it before.

Surely not, he used aura reinforcement on his legs several times and even swung a aura Arc. Those were advance techniques, techniques her partner knew... Technique that look utterly and completely unrefined and raw being performed by the Arc as if he'd never used...

She had to do a double take, but, but he was so nimble on his feet?

"Heheh, Hahaha! He can't beat that thing in strength but if he can dodge me he can sure as hell dodge it!" That... Was true.

Actually he didn't look like he was dodging it so much as... Dancing around it's blows.

What was this, well at the least she knew one thing as Bleiss licked her lips.

She would have to keep a eye on the boy for his own sake from her partner.

[rebelwrites]

Six: What’s The Worst That Could Happen?

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till The Wheels Fall Off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

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An awkward silence fell over the two of us, any confidence I found had now dissolved leaving me feeling like a nervous wreck. This was only meant to be some harmless flirting, not the guy I had been crushing on for years basically asking me out on a date.

“Well, what about now?” Charles said, finally breaking the silence. Letting out a shaky breath I looked up at him to realize he wasn’t joking.

Come on Nova think!

“What about your friend?” I asked, trying to buy myself a little bit more time, “you just gonna leave him?”

“He will be fine,” Charles laughed, fiddling with the label on the beer bottle, “he’s more than likely going to have an early night, he is still pretty tired from traveling.”

I needed to come up with an excuse but my brain was drawing blank. I had been put on the spot, which was something I hated, it always made my stomach churn. “Squirt,” Jax’s voice called out from the other end of the bar, “thought I’d told you to go home and get some sleep?” he scolded, folding his arms across his chest with a cocked brow.

“Yes dad!” I laughed, rolling my eyes at him. Turning my attention to Charles I weakly smiled at him. I felt my already tired body slightly sagging in relief, “sorry, I’ve gotta go, Doctor Teller’s orders and all that shit.”

“See you around, Sunshine,” Charles smiled softly, lifting his beer bottle up at me.

Flashing him a smile in return, I swiftly slid off the bar stool, weaving my way through the bar. The moment I was through the staff only door I felt a hand land on my shoulder.

“Come here,” Jax hummed, pulling me into a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, “did I hear Leclerc just asked you out on a date?”

“Yeah, you did,” I sighed, looking up at my older brother, “I kinda freaked out, told him I wouldn’t have time.”

“I hear what you are saying, Nova, but you need to put your happiness first for once,” Jax whispered, refusing to pull away from the hug, “you haven’t been truly happy for a while now have you?”

“Of course I’ve been happy,” I lied. The truth was I hated being alone, I wanted someone who loved me for who I was, someone I could go on cute dates with but also someone who loved my family as much as I did. Everyone I had ever dated turned out to be complete assholes, so for the past 3 years I refused to get involved with anyone. My heart was calling out but I just didn’t know if I could deal with more heartbreak so I shut myself off from the world keeping my focus on my family.

“Nova, you know you can’t lie to me. You have lost that sparkle in your eyes but I saw it when you were flirting with Charles,” he smiled, finally stepping back releasing me from the hug. “If he makes you happy then what's the worst that could happen?”

“Are you really asking me that?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him, “he’s only in town for the next four weeks, ain’t like he’s looking for something serious. He’s probably just wanting a townie to get some action. So what’s the use, he’s gonna leave and I’m gonna be heartbroken,” pausing when I realized that he was being a hypocrite right now, “hold up a minute. When was the last time you dated someone?”

“Just have a summer fling with the boy, it is blatantly obvious that he feels something for you, sis. You’re young, go have some fun, get laid, just live your life,” Jax smiled softly, placing a hand on my arm, “you might never get this opportunity again.”

“Still didn’t answer my question,” I hummed, nudging him with my elbow.

“I have a child who is my number one priority so things are a bit different for me,” he shrugged, I knew he was right, he didn’t just have to think about himself now. Elenor was always going to be his number one, nothing would ever change that. “Come on, I will drive you home.”

“I’m perfectly fine to drive,” I protested, but at that moment my body decided to betray me as a large yawn escaped my body.

“Course you are,” Jax laughed, swatting my arm away from my jacket pocket, swiping the keys for himself, “I won’t be able to focus if I don’t drive you home myself.”

“And what about the bar?” I asked, raising my brow, “you know damn well you can’t just abandon ship.”

“Chucky said he will cover me,” Jax smirked, wiggling the keys in front of me, “plus I will only be gone for like fifteen minutes, so get your ass moving.”

“Fine, you can drive,” I huffed, knowing that this wasn’t going to be a fight I was going to win.

The obnoxious blaring sound of the alarm echoed around the room causing me to groan into my cloud-like pillow. I didn’t want to leave my bed, I wanted to stay in this safe comfortable cocoon that I had created. When I arrived home last night I dragged myself straight to bed, face planting the mattress not bothering to even change as I passed out. Jax was right, I needed a good night's sleep and for the first time in the last six months that's what I got but I still hadn’t woken up feeling refreshed, in fact I felt worse.

One good night's sleep wasn’t going to fix everything, it wasn’t a magic cure.

Running my hands over my face I took a deep breath before finally kicking the duvet back, moving my body so I was now sitting on the edge of the bed. Reaching for my phone I pulled the charger out letting it drop to the floor as I silenced the alarm.

Another day, another 5am wake up.

At least Nero would be joining me at the cafe to go through everything, learning how I liked things done. My mind was constantly replaying the events of last night, it was like I enjoyed tormenting myself. I just hoped I would at least have a couple of days before I bumped into Charles again but my gut feeling was telling me that wouldn’t be the case.

Finally, I pushed myself off the bed, quickly shooting Nero a text letting him know I was awake. The time I spent at home went by in a blur, like it did every morning and once again I was fumbling with the stupid lock on the cafe door. It was something I kept meaning to get fixed but it kept slipping down the list of things I needed to get done.

Once I had finally entered the building I winced at the sound of the alarm screeching through the room. I hated this thing, I knew we needed the security but I felt like you needed a degree to shut the bloody thing off.

“Jax really went all out on the security, eh?” Nero chuckled, appearing behind me.

“Something like that,” I scoffed, sighing in relief once I had managed to deactivate it. “I think it’s overkill but you know Jax, there's no changing his mind once he has decided something.”

“Come on then, mamacita, let's get this show on the road,” Nero grinned, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as he guided me to the back room. It was such a good feeling to have him here, he was a life saver right now, he was taking a massive weight off my shoulders, relieving some of the pressure life was throwing at me.

The sound of someone knocking on the main door caused me to look up at Nero from across the room, “What time is it?” I asked, turning back to putting up the flyers for the fundraiser on the notice board.

“Twenty five past six,” he hummed, “want me to let them in?”

“Why not, it’s only five minutes before we open,” I shrugged.

I kept my back towards the door, I needed to get everything up on the notice board ready for the new week. The moment I heard his voice I panicked dropping the pot of push pins all over the floor, the sound of them scattering across the laminate caused Nero to rush over.

“You okay, mama?” he asked, placing his hands over my shaking ones, “Is that him?” My eyes were like saucers at Nero’s words, how the hell did he know? “Jax rang me last night and brought me up to speed,” he smirked, spinning me around pushing me towards the counter to where Charles was, “stop overthinking things, listen to your heart, chicka, you never know he might be the one.” he whispered in my ear.

“You live in cuckoo land,” I scoffed.

“Nova, you know me,” he smirked, taking a step back holding his hands in the air “I’m a Companionator,” he mouthed pointing at himself whilst walking away backwards.

Shaking my head at him, I took a deep breath before giving Charles my attention, “You stalking me now?” I laughed, leaning against the counter behind me, folding my arms across my chest.

“Sunshine, I didn’t know you worked here,” he mumbled, gripping the edge of the counter as he spoke. The sight of his ring clad hands caused my heart rate to triple, why did he make me so nervous?

“Yuup,” I nodded, popping the ‘p’. “Spend the mornings here and the nights at the bar.”

“Vous ne mentiez pas sur le fait que vous dirigiez deux entreprises. You weren't lying about running two companies,” he said softly, running his hand across his face.

“Pourquoi mentirais-je ? Why would I lie?” I said but the words came out a little harsher than I anticipated, the look on Charles face caused me to wince.

He dropped his eye contact as he rubbed the back of his neck, the tell tale sign of embarrassment, “Urm, I guess I don’t know,” he mumbled.

The sight of him fumbling over his words, warmed my heart. I’d never expect someone like him to be anything other than cocky and full of confidence yet here he was acting like a deer that had been caught in headlights. It was actually really endearing. The media always portrayed him as someone who had everything, even though he probably did, it was nice to see that deep down he was acting just as nervous as I felt.

“What can I get you?” I quickly asked, hoping that changing the subject could help clear the awkwardness that had fallen over the two of us.

“Urm, two coffees and a couple of blueberry muffins please,” he asked, his voice still quiet as he spoke. He had now moved from rubbing the back of his neck to fiddling with one of the many bracelets wrapped around his wrist.

“Coming right up,” I smiled, getting started on his order. My heart rate was slowly coming back down but the moment I passed him the first coffee, his fingers brushed against mine sending shockwaves through my body and in turn caused my heart to skip a beat. I had never felt this kind of connection with anyone before, although with Charles it was breathtaking. Soon enough the awkward tension around us had dissipated and the guy standing in front of me was the person who was confidently flirting with me in the bar last night.

“So Sunshine, what’s this fundraiser you were on about last night?” he asked, taking a sip of his coffee whilst leaning against the counter.

“It’s something we do every year, each time we raise money for a different charity. Funds from this event will be going to a dementia charity,” I smiled, feeling tears prick my eyes as I said the one word I always tried to avoid, “it’s something extremely close to mine and Jax’s heart.”

“Your Pops?”

“Yeah,” I sighed, finding myself fiddling with my necklace, “he was diagnosed about a year ago and since then things have started to spiral.”

“What does the fundraiser entail?” Charles asked, it was like he could sense a change of subject was needed.

Reaching behind me I grabbed one of the many flyers to pass to him, “it’s in two man teams and is basically a big scavenger hunt across town. Starts at 10 and you have until 5pm to complete as many tasks as you can, capturing photo or video evidence. Each task has points attached to it and the team with the most points wins,” I smiled, watching as he intently read the flier. Whilst he took in the information I moved over to the pastry counter, finishing off his order.

I couldn’t help sneak glances as I carefully wrapped the muffins, placing them in the brown paper bag. A wave of confidence washed over me, I had no idea where it came from but I found myself swiping the marker pen off the counter, scribbling my phone number on a napkin.

For a moment I stared at the white square, deciding if I was going to do this. My head and heart were screaming different things at me but Jax’s words from yesterday rang in my head, he was right, I was still young and this might be my only chance. Carefully I folded the napkin in half before slipping it into the bag.

“I don’t know if you and your friend will still be in town by then,” I said softly, mentally praising myself for continuing the act of not knowing who he was. Although I wasn’t sure on how long I would be able to keep the charade going, “but if you are, it would be great to see you there, Jax has the sign up sheet at the bar,” I smiled, handing over the brown paper bag.

“See you around, Sunshine,” he said, throwing me a wink, spinning on his heels, coffee and baked goods in hand as he left the cafe.

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[beauvibaby]

2 years – b.bradshaw “Rooster”

A/n: idk what this is, it’s random and a little choppy but enjoy ☺️

Word count: 3.1k

You gasped as the ice cold beers tipped back on your tray after someone accidentally jabbed you with a pool stick. “Shit.” You cursed as it soaked your shirt, the one time you didn’t have a backup in your car. “Hangman!” Everyone groaned in unison as he turned around at the impact and your startled gasp. The beer bottles poured over the tray and down your chest, your eyes lifting as the culprit, Hangman, you assumed that was his call sign, began to try and help you stand them up so they stopped spilling. Penny watched from the bar with a sigh, Hangman was a good customer, but boy was he an idiot some of the time. “It’s fine, I’ll be back with some fresh ones.” You shrugged him off, feeling uncomfortable as your white shirt was now see through, you dropped your tray at the bar and groaned as you grabbed a rag, doing your best to at least get the sticky feeling off your skin.

“Here.” You heard, glancing back and seeing the one guy out of uniform shrugging his unbuttoned shirt off. “No, really it’s fine.” You tried, but he shook his head, “seriously, take it, you need to get out of that.” He motioned to the top without looking directly at your breasts, you cocked a smile at that. “Thank you…” you trailed not knowing his name, “Bradley, or Rooster, that’s my call sign, everyone calls me that.” He explained, a shy smile twitching on his face when you took the shirt. “Well, thank you, Bradley.” You said, nodding in the direction of the bathroom, “I’m gonna go change now,” you stepped from the bar and he watched with a nod. “My name is Y/N, by the way.” You called as you could feel him watching you walk away, he grinned at that, not even caring that he was being teased by his team when he returned to the pool table.

***

You’d been waiting and waiting to see him again, your excuse, to give back his shirt. Your reasoning, to get his number.

But finally after two long weeks you saw him enter the bar again, another somewhat cheesy Hawaiian vintage looking shirt hanging off his body, you briefly wondered what got him into that. “Hey, Bradley!” You called, cupping your hands around your mouth for volume, he looked over the edge of his sunglasses at you. Yep, you were already wrecked for this man. “Y/N.” He spoke, walking over to the bar top, “glad to see you haven’t run into Hangman yet.” He quipped, you gave him a chuckle as you placed his neatly folded shirt on the counter, “thanks again.” You mumbled, he took the shirt and shoved it in his back pocket, “anytime.” He gave you that smile, that goddamn smile was already one of your favorite things.

“Would you want to go out sometime?” He asked daringly, but on the inside he was scared to death, “no smooth talking?” You retorted, used to holding your own when you worked in a bar, especially a bar frequented by Navy folks. “I’m sure I could come up with something if you’d like, but I think you deserve better than some pickup line that I’m sure you’ve heard in here before.” He spoke with ease, hanging his sunglasses from his white tee, you gave him a once over, “well played, Bradley.” You smirked, “hand over your phone if you truly want a date.” You wiggled your fingers, watching as his facade broke a little and he nearly fumbled his phone to the ground in a rush. You entered your number, handing it back to him, “I’ll be waiting.” You winked, before heading to the other side to take some orders. Bradley smiled, you were painfully his type and he could only hope he didn’t mess this up.

***

“Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” Bradley hollered, nodding over at you when he caught you looking, Penny had filled you in, especially after her on again off again lover, Maverick had come into town and Bradley had pulled away slightly after an amazing couple of months together. A serious relationship building for the both of you. “So Maverick and Bradley’s dad used to sing this?” You asked Penny, the woman nodding, “and Carol, Rooster’s mom, she was a gem, you would’ve loved her.” Penny sighed, you now knew everything Bradley had been through, grateful though that he had been truthful when you asked about his dad after hearing some stuff around town when Maverick showed up.

You weren’t expecting to be arguing outside the bar a couple hours later, but here you were. “You’re defending him and you don’t even know him!” Bradley snapped, frustratedly tugging on his hair. “That is not what I’m doing, I said maybe you two should talk, he’s clearly not forgiven himself for what happened, and I don’t think he ever will if you don’t forgive him first.” You explained calmly, your boyfriend of two months looked over at you, unsure on how he should react. “Penny told me, the gist of it, at least.” You whispered when he tried to figure out how you knew what Maverick was feeling. “My dad is dead, he died with him, how am I supposed to just forgive that?” He muttered, flinching when you laid your head on his back, arms draped around his torso. “I don’t know honey, but I think you should try.” You kissed him through his shirt, “can I say something? From my perspective?” You asked him after a while of silence.

He slowly stood up straight and turned to face you, he nodded slowly when he could feel the nerves bouncing off of you, “yeah baby.” He finally mumbled.

You glanced at your feet for a moment, “your mom-“ “Y/N.” Bradley instantly sighed, he knew you were right but he didn’t want to hear it. “Bradley, listen to me damn it. I don’t know your mom, I wish I could, I really do, and your dad too, but I know they would want you to forgive Maverick, they both did a long time ago.” You paused, “I can’t imagine how it felt for your mom when she found out, I really can’t,” you choked on a small cry, the first time he’d ever seen you cry. “If she could forgive Maverick, and still care for him and want him in your lives, then that shows it was an accident, a horrible, terrible accident and all Mav wants is to not lose the little boy who felt like family to him.” You concluded, surprised to be crying the way you were, but now even only two months with Bradley, and you couldn’t imagine if you had to find out something happened to him while training, or on a mission.

“Y/N, baby, don’t cry, come on.” He sighed, moving to hug you, “why’re you crying?” He asked softly into your hair, your tears landing on his shirt. You shook your head, worried if you said it, it would scare him off, but realistically you knew this was different than an average relationship, you both needed to trust quick and hard with the turbulence of his career. “I’m afraid.” You whispered when he asked again, he leaned away and cupped your face, “afraid of what?” He questioned, thumbs stroking your cheeks, brushing away the tears, he didn’t even care that you sniffled loudly before talking, he was worried about you. “I’m afraid you’re going to get hurt out there because you’re too busy holding a grudge against Maverick to think clearly.” You spoke, finally getting it off your chest. “You don’t need to worry.” He tried to coddle you but now you were getting mad. “I do need to worry! Bradley, I worry every goddamn day you’re on base, there could be a training accident, a mission accident, there are so many things that could go wrong and when I know that you’re trying to be all macho you’re not using your brain is even scarier!” You snapped, he faltered, “this is why I didn’t want to be in a relationship.” He sighed, and you took it to heart. “What the fuck does that mean?” You hissed, “Jesus, Y/N, not like that ok! I love you and I don’t want to be the one to destroy you if something happens to me!”

Turns out you both had been harboring feelings.

“You love me?” All the anger left your body in an instant, Bradley raised his eyebrows, “yes, I thought I made that pretty clear when I just shouted it.” He couldn’t help but give some sass, “don’t be a smartass.” You retorted, “I love you too.” You added, hugging him tightly. He felt relieved, and he took your words to heart, he knew everything you said was true, hell he worried about you when you had to work alone in the bar, he understood why you would be even more worried about him at work. “I’ll talk to Maverick.” He whispered, hoping that it could really work out between them, because he wanted someone who really knew his dad and he wanted to make you happy.

“Thank you, Bradley.”

***

You entered Bradley’s apartment with a sigh, a rough morning putting away the delivery at the bar for Penny while she was on vacation with Amelia, “babe, I’m here!” You called, only then noticing the other pair of shoes by the door, your eyebrows furrowed as you heard two sets of laughter. You walked further in and saw Bradley and Pete sitting on the couch, looking at old photos. Your heart warmed, and you began to feel your extra worries melt away, “hey.” You spoke again, this time they heard you as they looked back. “Hey baby.” Bradley smiled, “hi, Y/N, how are you?” Pete asked politely. “I’m good, captain.” You responded, sitting beside your boyfriend of four months now, “please call me Pete, or Maverick, you don’t need to be formal.” He explained, Bradley kissing your temple in a greeting. “Alright, Pete.” You chuckled, “what are you guys up to?” You asked, sparing a look to your boyfriend, he had an emotional but happy glint in his eyes. “We were looking at old pictures of my dad.” He spoke up, pulling one out of the album on the coffee table, you gasped, “is that you?!” You shrieked, not expecting him to have bleach blonde hair as a child, he was sitting on his fathers shoulders and they were grinning at the camera. “Yeah.” He laughed at your reaction, “you were so cute.” You gasped, “hey.” He quipped, “oh hush you’re still cute.” You rolled your eyes, flipping through the pictures. “These are amazing.” You whispered, there were hundreds of them, and suddenly you realized why Bradley always wanted to take pictures with you.

After a couple hours of hanging out, Maverick said his goodbyes and headed out, leaving you and Bradley alone. “I’m proud of you.” You whispered, you were sitting on your knees beside him, leaning on the couch while you played with his hair. He gave you a soft smile, you knew it was hard on him but he’d been putting in the work the past couple of months with Maverick and it was paying off. “Thank you for telling me to do this.” He sighed, closing his eyes when you kissed him softly. “That’s what I’m here for.” You shrugged after pulling away. He kissed across your face before tugging you down to lay with him for a while, and if you two took a nap that would keep you up all night, oh well.

***

Things had changed drastically over the last two years, you and Bradley were now married, and Pete took a promotion to be a permanent teacher at Top Gun, with the stipulation that Bradley would be stationed here as well, you thanked Pete over and over when he told you, tears falling from your eyes as you knew you wouldn’t have to uproot your lives. At first Bradley had been a little nervous about that, but once he got his assignment, test pilot, he was thrilled, still getting to do the thing he loves but not needing to leave his family.

“Penny is going to freak.” You laughed as you and Bradley pulled up to her and Pete’s now shared house, Amelia was visiting her dad in Hawaii so she would find out later which worked for the best as this was a very personal announcement and question. “I know we’re married but I’m afraid she might castrate me anyways.” Bradley joked, Penny treated you as her daughter and you respected and loved her like a mother as you didn't have your parents around anymore just like Bradley. “Doubtful.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand as he was about to open the car door, “hey,” you whispered, “are you absolutely sure you want to ask Pete this?” You held his gaze. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.” He assured you, leaning over and pecking you quickly. “Now let’s go before I ruin the big reveal.” He added, rushing around to open your door for you, he gave your butt a light slap as you climbed out.

“Pete, Penny? We’re here!” You called, instantly smelling the food coming from the kitchen, Bradley followed you like a lost puppy, trying to keep cool. “Hi honey.” Penny grinned looking over from the stove, “you look nice.” She added, you gave her a bright smile, “thanks, do you need any help?” You offered as you set down the box on the counter, Bradley giving Pete a hug as he walked in. “No, no, it’s almost done.” She wiped her hands off on the towel before greeting you and Bradley properly. “Hey kid.” Pete quipped, giving you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “What’s in the box?” He added seeing the way Bradley was guarding it like the items inside would jump out. “We have a little something for you guys.” Bradley spoke up, you walked over to him, Penny and Pete sharing a look. Bradley slipped his phone out of his pocket as the two opened the box and gasped, the sonogram pictures and a little navy onesie laying in the top of the box that was filled with crinkled paper to throw them off.

“You’re pregnant!?” Penny jumped up and down, nearly knocking you over in a hug as Pete spotted the card and picked it up. “Penny.” He called, you saw his eyes well with tears as he read it over and over again, she rushed back over and read the card, three times herself before they both looked at you.

“I can’t wait to meet everyone in just 6 short months, my grandparents in heaven handpicked me just for mommy and daddy… but I might be more excited to meet my Grandpa Mav and Grandma P, if I can call you that? Well, see you soon!

Love, baby Bradshaw”

Penny burst into tears and Pete looked up with them already running down his cheeks, “Bradley, are you–“ “It’s what we want, it’s what mom and dad would’ve wanted.” Bradley cut Pete off, cutting the video after that. “Oh god, yes, obviously we want to be grandpa and grandma.” Penny finally spoke when you two looked at them with raised brows, you laughed happily at their confession and welcomed their hugs, Penny already interrogating you on just about everything.

***

The team was having their annual summer meetup, down at the beach obviously, you were showing now, especially in your two piece bathing suit, your four, nearly five, month bump starting to pop. The big surprise, they didn’t know you guys were doing a gender reveal today. Only Pete and Penny knew as they were tasked with buying the powder cannons. “Y/N, oh my god! You look fantastic.” Phoenix cheered, hugging you and rubbing your little bump, “thank you.” You grinned, placing your hand over your stomach, you two greeted everyone else, everyone sharing their excitement and guesses when you said you were doing a gender reveal today. Mostly everyone said boy, aside from Phoenix and Bob, they were team girl. “Can we just–“ “Take a moment to realize I got them together because I hit Y/N with a pool stick.” You cut Hangman off, “you say it every year man, gotta find something new.” Payback retorted, the blonde groaned at you two for poking holes in his fun.

“3,2,1!” They all counted down, Penny recording as you and Bradley eagerly twisted the cannons, pink powder flying out, you shouted in excitement jumping up and down as you tossed the cannon down and hugged your husband. Bradley was hooting and hollering as he picked you up, he had been team girl too, very openly might you add and it made your heart swell even more. “I knew it!” Phoenix shouted through the cheering.

***

“Yeah, princess, two very important people are coming to see you.” Bradley whispered as he cradled the newborn, her swaddle a pale pink and a white bow covering most of her head, you set your phone down, “Penny said they’re in the elevator.” You giggled, making granny hands for Grace. “Hi my love.” You murmured, nuzzling your nose against hers, she wiggled and grunted in protest making Bradley snicker until you glared at him. “Knock knock.” Penny called, peeking around the curtain to make sure you were decent before coming in with Pete. “Hi.” You spoke softly when they walked in, Pete holding a pink stuffed giraffe, your favorite animal and it was heavily influenced in Grace’s nursery. Penny sat on the edge of your bed, opening her arms for the baby, while Pete pulled Bradley into a hug, they embraced a little longer than usual and you saw Bradley rub his eyes when pulled away and that’s how you knew Pete probably said how proud his parents would be of him.

“Oh, Y/N. She’s beautiful.” Pete smiled, kissing your cheek, “how are you feeling?” He added, and you chuckled softly, “like hell but it’s worth it.” You answered, Bradley shot you a concerned smile when you met eyes, you mouthed “I’m ok” before going back to Penny and Pete. “Are you going to share, honey?” Pete remarked when Penny walked around the room speaking to Grace. “I suppose.” She sighed dramatically, carefully passing the baby to Pete who was in awe as he held her. “Hey, sweetheart, I’m grandpa Mav.” He whispered and you were grateful for the candid photos Bradley was taking, the nurse came in to check on you, smiling at the older couple as they cooed to the sleeping baby. “Happy grandparents.” She murmured, “would you all like a photo together?” She asked with a bright smile.

“Yes please.” You answered, Bradley sat beside you on the bed, and Penny on the other side and Maverick beamed while standing beside you all while holding a sleeping Grace. It was your new favorite photo.

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[tapesfrom1980]

patience , sean diaz

in which daniel keeps taking y/n’s attention away from sean and he gets salty

pronouns: she/her

sorry this is so long !

growing up, sean and daniel got used to living without their mom. of course, a small part of them still missed her despite her leaving them and starting a new family.

esteban fulfilled both roles for the boys, and they felt lucky to be able to have him as their father.

but sometimes, even as little kids, there was always a small part that wished they had their mom like every other kid at school.

when sean met y/n, it felt like she kind of made that feeling go away. she had a natural mother instinct and was always protective. when she and sean started dating, daniel saw her as his second mom in a way.

"daniel, clean up your mess. y/n is coming over and i don't need her tripping all over your shit." sean rolled his eyes. daniel couldn't even be offended because of how excited he was that y/n was coming.

"i'm only doing it for y/n, not for you." the small boy said cockily as he picked up his crayons and papers. sean simply rolled his eyes while scrolling through his phone.

"hey diaz." y/n opened the door with a big smile. esteban loved and trusted her enough that he let her have a spare key. he was glad sean had someone like her in his life. he could tell she was a good person.

"hi mi amor." sean smiled shyly as he walked over to give her a quick peck.

"y/n!" daniel ran from his room to give y/n a hug.

"my favorite diaz brother! i missed you so much!" y/n laughed as she kneeled down so daniel could give her a big proper bear hug. sean wanted to say a petty remark to that but he was in a nice mood so he didn't. at least not right now.

"what are we gonna do today?" daniel yelled into y/n's ear as he hugged her neck tightly with his eyes closed.

"let's ask your big brother danny. what do you have planned for us for tonight my beautiful boyfriend?" y/n grinned as she got up, daniel still at her side.

"well, i was gonna say me and y/n were gonna watch a movie. alone." he emphasized as he pulled y/n into his side lovingly.

"what about me?" daniel pouted, his smile fading.

"how about this, after me and sean finish the movie we can watch whatever movie you want and we'll eat your favorite snacks." y/n suggested.

sean already wanted to say no but he knew he couldn't change y/n's mind.

"okay! i have to finish my project anyway." daniel grinned. "you're the best y/n!" daniel yelled out as he ran to his room, shutting the door.

"he's stealing your attention from me." sean jokingly complained.

"aww don't worry seanie, you'll always be my number one baby." y/n teased as she pecked his cheek.

"yeah, yeah." sean waved her away despite his rosy cheeks, making y/n smile.

"i thought i heard you come in y/n." esteban smiled as he came in.

"hi mr d, how's the car going?"

"good actually, i just hope sean here doesn't wreck it a week after i finish it for him."

"oh come on, i am not." sean remarked with an offended tone.

"don't worry, i'll be in the passenger seat to make sure he doesn't crash it before we get out of the driveway." y/n teased.

"okay i think that's enough." sean rolled his eyes at his girlfriend.

"okay okay, i just wanted to say hi to y/n before i went back to being enslaved to that car. your poor old man is getting too old for this you know." he joked as he grabbed a glass of lemonade.

"i'm sure one of these days sean would be more than happy to help you mr diaz." y/n gave sean an accusing finger wave in his face.

"yeah, yeah."

"sure hope so. and again, y/n, call me esteban. mr diaz makes me feel like a grandpa."

"right, sorry esteban." y/n smiled shyly. he waved her off with a smile.

"i won't bother you guys, just do me a favor and keep an eye on daniel and that he doesn't burn down anything else."

"always papito." sean laughed.

"love you, have fun. but not too much fun please."

"okay dad i got it." sean looked away embarrassed.

"come on loverboy, let's go watch that movie before daniel changes his mind."

"yes please."

y/n and sean spent the next 2 hours and a half watching the movie they had settled on. they were warmly cuddled up together in a big fuzzy blanket and a bowl of popcorn and sprite cans.

of course, daniel had been barging in here and there but for the most part he kept his word and waited till they finished their movie.

"i can't wait to get more private time like this with you in the future." sean spoke. y/n frowned, knowing what he meant.

"we can always have our own little private moments like this mi vida, you're not gonna live with your brother and your dad forever, cherish these moments now before it's too late." y/n said as she played with his hair soothingly.

"yeah i know. i just wish i could have you all to myself more often." y/n smiled and looked away shyly.

"you'll always have me to yourself, i wouldn't want anyone else's attention." she reassured.

"but daniel is your brother, and he's 9. be a little less harsh on him my love." she kissed his head.

"yeah i guess so, i'll try."

"thank you." she squeezed his torso.

"I FINISHED, CAN WE WATCH MY MOVIE NOW?" daniel came running in excitedly. sean had to physically contain his sigh. he promised himself he'd keep his word and have more patience with his little brother like he had told y/n.

"of course baby, what movie do you wanna watch?" y/n smiled warmly at daniel.

"secret life of pets!"

"oh come on enano. we've watched that a million times already." sean groaned.

"hey, y/n said that I could pick the movie now." daniel said smugly. "right, y/n?"

"oh yeah for sure, secret life of pets it is captain diaz." y/n tried to hold in her laugh at sean's expression.

"great! i'll go make us more popcorn." daniel said excitedly. "for me and y/n by the way, sean. you don't deserve more popcorn because you're mean."

y/n covered her mouth as she giggled at the two boys.

"jokes on you assface, i'm already full."

"sean!"

"i'm gonna tell dad that you called me that." daniel huffed.

"okay tattletale."

"sean eduardo diaz. apologize to daniel and help him with the popcorn right now." y/n crossed her arms.

"why do I have to apologize? he's the one hogging the popcorn." sean crossed his arms too.

"you're the older one here sean, you don't call 9 year olds assfaces." she looked at him with a glare.

"fine, i'm sorry for calling you an assface enano." sean apologized, standing up to go help daniel with the popcorn.

"apology accepted." daniel smiled smugly at his brother.

"move over, you're too short to reach the shelf where the popcorns in."

"am not!"

"are too."

"y/n!"

the girl looked at the two boys with a cheesy smile. they were her world and she was glad that by meeting sean she didn't just gain a boyfriend, but a new second family.

BONUS: BLOOD BROTHERS ENDING

PUERTO LOBOS , MEXICO

"danny, pass me 4 eggs please." y/n looked at now 15 year old daniel who was sitting on the counter watching her cook.

"of course." he opened the fridge and scanned around for the carton of eggs. he turned his head to the left and noticed now 23 years old sean backing up with his hands raised.

quietly, he closes the fridge and signed y/n to stay quiet. y/n looked at him in confusion till she also noticed sean.

in less than 2 minutes, daniel had scared off the gang members away with his powers. y/n didn't like when daniel used his powers for more violent stuff, but at times like that she understood.

"you guys okay? they didn't touch you at all?" y/n asked as she examined their faces. she held onto sean's face as she looked everywhere for a possible bruise or scratch.

"it's fine y/n, you know i have my little brother here to protect me." sean smiled proudly at daniel. daniel rolled his eyes at him but still smiled cheekily.

"okay, i just don't like when you use your powers like that." y/n frowned as she grabbed daniels face too checking for anything. daniel chuckled and shook his head.

"i know y/n i'm sorry, but i promise i only use them when it's necessary." he reassured. he was happy that he and sean were lucky enough to have her with them. extremely lucky. he saw her as his mom by that point.

"alright, go wash your hands please. you two are gonna help me finish dinner." she said, pecking both of their cheeks as they groaned. they were terrible cooks, the boys were just lucky y/n was the only one who was actually willing to learn more about cooking for the sake of all three of them.

"love you boys."

"love you too y/n."

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; chapter twenty-five

In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

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We camp out at The Wreck all day, hoping no one will find us. I was expecting a call from Rafe, which, seven hours later, never came . I'll cling to the hope that he changed his mind about John B, but I know he didn't.

I'm trying to sleep on a booth seat late at night, when there's a tapping on the glass at the window above my head.

I snap my eyes open and look up, seeing Rafe leaning against the glass and I sigh a breath of relief. I quietly get up, hoping not to wake my friends, but that plan quickly fails when I realize JJ is sleeping right at my feet. I step on his hand and he quickly wakes up. "Fuck! Oh, god, Snowy, where are you going?" He asks, sitting up and rubbing his hand. I catch him look out the window, seeing Rafe there.

"Oh my god, why did you tell him where we are?" He asks frustratedly.

"He's here to help, okay? I'm just gonna talk to him." I explain, holding on to tables fo support myself as I limp towards the door. JJ gets up to help me.

I carefully unlock the door, seeing Rafe already waiting on the other side. I slip out and go to close it behind me, but JJ steps out with me, crossing his arms as he stares at my boyfriend.

"JJ, please, it's fine. Go back to sleep." I tell him, but he doesn't even look my way.

"Snowy- thank god.." Rafe says softly, quickly pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry I didn't call. I didn't get the chance, I had to wait until it was dark to sneak away and the whole island is hunting you guys down..."

"It's okay..." I whisper, hugging him back.

"Listen, man, if you're here to screw us over I swear to god-" JJ starts, and Rafe let's me go to confront him.

"I'm not. I'm here to help my girlfriend, since you, her 'best friends' won't take her to the damn hospital." Rafe replies.

"We're not doing this." I shake my head, interrupting before they get the chance to go at each other. "JJ, just go back inside. Please."

JJ takes off his hat and turns to walk back inside, raising his middle finger at Rafe as he steps back in.

"I'm sorry, I know you want to help.." I sigh and Rafe shakes his head, returning his attention to me now.

"It's fine. Here, sit down.." Rafe holds onto my arms and helps me settle onto the ground. "We'll talk and then I'll take you."

"Did you go to the police?" I ask as he sits next to me, and we can look out over the water. I know I'm not going to the hospital with him.

"Yeah, uh, I did." He nods. "I told them you didn't do anything- you just happened to be there, but obviously they still want to talk to you."

"I bet." I reply. "But I'm not telling them it was John B."

Rafe sighs, letting his head fall back against the wall we're leaning on. "Well we have to have our story straight or we all get in shit. And I'm not letting you go down for this."

"I won't. We have a plan." I admit.

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you. The less you know the better." I tell him truthfully.

"You can't run, you have to stay here I will protect you here. My dad agreed to let you out of this." Rafe says, clearly on to me.

I shake my head. "I can't go back to my life without John B when I know the truth. I can't just go back to working at Making Waves and running from my parents, and going to parties and just living my life like normal. I appreciate what you're trying to do but unless he is safe I can't go back."

"I get that, but your life is different now anyways. We have each other- we can get our own place, or something, and, and, and- just do our own thing. I know my dad, he will pay you to keep this secret if we ask and then you won't have to work." Rafe insists, grabbing my hand.

"Rafe," I look back at him, "I just can't." I shake my head again, getting that feeling in my throat that means I'm about to start crying.

"Snowy, we'll figure this out, alright? We will. You'll be okay." He's so confident already that he won't be charged with anything, even though I know he planned to kill the sheriff if I wasn't there.

"Would you have shot her? If I wasn't there, would you have done it?" I ask. Rafe doesn't say anything for a moment.

"I... I don't know." He answers quietly, shaking his head. "I had to do something, I couldn't let my dad get arrested. We would have ran, or something, I don't know..."

"Oh, god..." I say, tears spilling down my cheeks now. "I hate this."

"Please don't cry.. Hey, it's okay..." Rafe says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer. "Just, please don't run. I'll fix everything, I promise."

He's just not getting it, this isn't something he can fix now. It's not like the cops will believe me over Ward or Rafe when I tell them that it wasn't John B, so I'll just end up getting in trouble for lying or aiding and abetting or something. We just need time.

I shake my head at him. "No, we are going to fix it." I say, wiping my tears away. "We've got a plan and we are going to fix this."

"Snowy- Snowy you're not listening to me, okay? You can't just leave me because of John B." Rafe says frustratedly.

"I have no choice now, I won't lie for your dad. I didn't tell you but he has tried to kill me twice now, in one week. I can't stay even if I wanted to. He will kill me, Rafe." I say seriously. "And I don't want you to have to clean up that mess, and then look my brother in the eyes and act like you don't know anything when he comes to you for support. I can't do that to you guys."

He doesn't say anything, he knows I'm right.

"I think you should probably go..." I whisper, looking anywhere but at him.

"I'm not going without you, let's get you to a doctor okay? If you insist on running you can't do it with a broken foot." I shake my head at this.

"I'll be fine- I'm not sure it's even broken. I can't go." I protest and he sighs.

"Fine- if you are going to be stubborn, good luck." Rafe says as he stands up. "I mean- why can't you see I'm trying to protect you here?" He asks frustratedly.

"I do, thank you, but you know I can't just leave my friends like this. They need me too." As I say this, he covers his face with his hands and shakes his head. I tell he's getting angry now.

"Fuck- oh my god, I am literally begging you to let me help you. I am begging you to be reasonable here!"

"One day you'll understand that I am." I respond.

"No, no. You listen! I am risking everything for you! I am risking our reputation, my dads life just by being here and by going to the police earlier to save you!" He raises his voice now, and then he punches the wall next to the window out of frustration.

Just then, I hear the door open and look over to see JJ walking out. "It's time for you to go." He says, stepping past me to stand between us.

"No, I'm not leaving without her." Rafe shakes his head.

"Yeah, uh, you are, actually." JJ says, nodding a little and flipping his hat so it's backwards.

Rafe begins pacing, talking to himself quietly. He stops right in front of my friend, getting up in his face.

"You are hurting her more than I am- and I hope you fucking know that." Rafe says, poking JJ's chest.

"Rafe, please, just go." I say quietly and he looks down at me, his gaze softening.

"You better listen to her." JJ agrees.

Rafe nods a little, looking disappointed and angry. "Yeah, whatever, Snowy. Good luck." He says, walking away and looking back only briefly as JJ helps me up.

We get back inside and I watch Rafe drive away. I'm not sure I'll ever see him again- and that's how things had to end? I think he's just used to getting his way.

"Are you okay?" I hear JJ asking me and I nod slightly.

"I just didn't want to say goodbye like that..." I mumble, sitting down again at the booth where I was sleeping before.

JJ sits on the ground in front of me. "I mean, I don't want to make you feel worse, but he's not the best guy."

"I know, but his heart is in the right place, you know? He cares about me, he just wants me to be safe. The problem is he doesn't care about you guys. That's where we are different, I guess." I sigh. "But if all of this never happened it would be different."

JJ smiles a little, patting my leg. "Hey, but on the bright side, you'll always have us."

"True." I agree, laughing slightly. "JJ, are you sure you're okay with our plan?" I ask, just to confirm.

He nods, not even hesitating. "I'm sure. We'll go to Yucatan- just the two of us. It'll be the vacation of a lifetime." He smiles and I laugh at that.

"I don't know if I would describe it as a vacation, but sure. Wherever you want- you might have to carry me though." I joke.

"Anywhere." JJ nods, "I give a mean piggy back." He smiles. I know we'll make the most of it, but I'm honestly heartbroken to leave my family behind. With everything going on I haven't talked to the twins as much as I may have liked, but one day I'll explain it to them. Once John B is cleared and everything returns to normal.

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[judgementdaysunshine]

Never let anything separate us

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem reader x Jey Uso

Description: After the verdict of Sami's trail you and the boys are emotional once the three of you are alone

You were a nervous wreck standing in the ring next to Jey hearing Roman pretty much rant like he has been off and on for awhile since determining that Sami had to go to trial to prove his loyalty to The Bloodline. Tears poured down your face after jey stopped Solo from using a Samoan spike on sami and footage of him taking shots for everyone played feeling like you could vomit as you raise your hand with a finger in the air voting for sami to stay in the bloodline wanting to jump and cheer when Roman says "Not guilty" you watch sami and jey hug knowing just how emotional they were as well as you staring daggers into roman as he adds to the verdict "For now" if you could have you would have definitely killed roman right then and there for all the bullshit that had been happening for the last while putting everyone through hell and always on edge bursting into tears once the three of you were back in your hotel room holding onto them tightly as tears and muffled cries could be heard in the room as the three of you hold each other never letting go for a second. "I don't wanna lose either of you..." if the look on sami's face earlier in the ring didn't break your heart then his words in between muffled sobs against jey's shoulder did while laying your head against sami's chest and sitting in jey's lap molded between them "God I want it all to stop" you knew that jey lived his family but he knew they didn't treat him like they should especially roman which you noticed right away when you joined standing up to roman up until he put sami on trail knowing that if he was mad enough to put sami on trail to prove his loyalty to the "family" then he wouldn't be afraid to harm you or jey especially if he found out just how close the three of you truly were with each other not telling anyone at all except one person you trusted with your life and that was Rey Mysterio who was the real thing you had to a dad in your life and knew that you were now afraid of roman not knowing what could happen to the relationship you had with jey and sami and how much you loved the boys with all your heart. The next morning you had enough only telling the boys you were gonna take care of things bursting into the room where roman and Paul were staring with rage blacking out as you scream at him "YOU HAVE DONE ENOUGH SHIT AND I WILL NOT LET YOU HAVE CONTROL OF MINE OR THE BOY'S LIVES IT ENDS HERE RIGHT NOW!" Jimmy and solo were shocked standing in the doorway as everyone else outside heard everything hearing roman yell at you but sami and jey were left stunned seeing you swing and clock roman in the face leaving him on the floor speechless as you walk by everyone turning when rey stops you bandaging your hand in his locker room walking out to see jey and sami waiting for you after they talked to Hunter about what happened "We're leaving the bloodline babe" the three of you share a hug before going into an empty locker room sharing tender kisses smiling when they ask you why you did what you did "Cause I'd never let anything separate us no matter what" the words left them like putty sharing a long hug and more kisses before revealing on Raw the fate of the bloodline.

[tenitchyfingers]

Did I just construct an entire fan theory about how Chip from Serial Mom is Stu Macher? You better fucking believe I just did. And it actually does make sense (to me anyway, but i’m high on weekend relief so idk I think it fits).

Like hear me out- Serial Mom doesn’t really have a time setting but it was released in 1994 and the story takes place in Baltimore, Maryland while Scream is set in 1996 in California. Matthew Lillard plays Chip in Serial Mom and Stu in Scream, right? Well, that’s not the only thing the two characters have in common. First off, both are weirdly insensitive and kinda cruel although Stu is more extreme in this sense, and both are horror super fans (and Chip works at a video store which like, hello Randy??) and both love gore and morbid shit (ok but same thing). Also, both are weirdly into the idea of murder, and while Chip looks kinda flabbergasted by the idea of murder he’s also kinda really excited by the idea of it. He’s also kinda detached by how horrific the murders his mother committed are, although most other characters in the movie ARE properly horrified. He doesn’t turn against her, and let’s say he’s the most ride or die member of her family like, he’s probably his mom’s biggest fan right from the moment he hears she’s suspected of murder.

His mom is also VERY flamboyant and over the top, just like Stu is in Scream. And both have a weird relationship with the idea of rules, both really strict and really lax.

So anyway, he witnesses his mom get away with SIX murders with just as many witnesses, during trial (let’s give them leeway on how the trial goes, although I have heard of enough cases where murderers got away with it or justice wasn’t served based on bullshit loopholes and nonsense even though there was plenty of evidence right there and I don’t need to suspend disbelief too much, especially considering how closely the whole media worshiping angle mirrors the OJ trial and how part of it does sound like the Casey Anthony trial) so he’s like “I could do that too”, right? Beverly (mom) could get away with 6 murders, so wiggling out of more murder accusations is gonna be easy peasy (although she’s bold for murdering another person RIGHT after her trial, right outside the court she just came out of) and here’s how it goes: the poor dad, Eugene, is kinda stuck with a serial killer wife and two crazy kids who don’t see how bad what she did is, so he just decides to move everyone out of Maryland and try to lay low in a small town in California (where death penalty is still a possibility and Beverly LOVES that her husband is even thinking he could get away from her like it’s FUN

So they move to Cali and change names because the Serial Mom case was pretty big, they all change their looks and personas (which is how Chip, who now goes by Stu, is so good at mingling with other people by the time ‘96 rolls in whereas Misty, now called Leslie, does manage laying low and doesn’t really commit crimes and once she finds out Stu is the killer she completely breaks contact with him, but she won’t tell anyone cause that kinda opens a whole can of worms and she doesn’t want to (her whole moral system was pretty much fucked the moment she realized her mom was a serial killer).

So anyway, in Woodsboro Stu meets Billy, and he immediately sees this kid is not like all the others, and once he hears Billy’s mother left, given how Stu loves and admires HIS mother, he’s like, fuck yeah let’s do this because god i’d be a wreck too, thank fuck my mom is still around. And when Billy reveals his mother leaving is due to Sidney’s mother he’s surprised, but he’s even more sympathetic, like wow this kid has it really bad. So, here’s an alternative, homebrew motive for Stu, because yeah he’s way too insane from the start to think his “pressure” motive is anything but an excuse.

And then this theory kinda offers an alternative explanation to the ‘my mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me’ line (other than it was ad-libbed YEA I KNOW) aka dad is gonna be mad because holy shit why can’t I have a normal family, now I’ll have to move everyone again and it’s your fault Chip, and mom is gonna be mad because I got away with six murders with plenty of witnesses, I AM DISAPPOINT CHIP (and he doesn’t wanna disappoint mom!!! 😢)

This also sneaks right into the Stu Lives theory because that is THEIR house, and since it’s THEIR house and they have lots of money mostly due to dad being a successful dentist (hehehe Little Shop of Horrors) and mom knowing enough about the ins and outs and gossips around the Westboro police, they manage getting Stu’s alive body discreetly switches out for someone else’s and fake his murder.

And hey, he might move with his family somewhere close to Maryland now and go back to his previous identity now, since he’s innocent of any wrong doing when he’s Chip Sutphin.

[highfunctioningflailgirl]

Damage Control - 2x02 Everybody Loves A Clown

When Bobby’s phone rings - his private cell, not one of the bogus agency phones lined up in his kitchen - and he recognizes Sam Winchester’s caller ID, he instinctively knows the shit must’ve hit the fan. He saw it coming: the totaled Impala and Dean in a coma; the ingredients from John’s list that Sam picked up last night; the spell Bobby knows they’re used for - this can’t be good. 

And it isn’t. Sam’s voice sounds strange on the phone - small, brittle - when he tells him that John’s dead. Not only dead, but burned already, the circumstances of his demise not clear to Bobby since Sam stops talking mid-sentence and all he hears is the choked-up breathing of someone trying not to cry. Then, after a pause, a broken question: “Can we stay at your place for a couple of days?”

Of course they can. 

When they arrive, the boys look as wrecked as the Impala that Bobby had towed into his salvage yard only two days ago. Although the injuries on Sam’s face are healing, he looks worse than before, puffy and red-eyed. He’s got one steadying hand around Dean’s bicep and, Christ, the kid looks like a ghost - pale and stony, purple bruises under his eyes, a row of stitches zig-zagging down his forehead.

Bobby’s seen them hurt or sick before. John had dropped them off now and then when they were little, with stomach bugs or strep throats that interfered too long with his hunting, and later, when their own hunting injuries needed more than a motel room and an ace bandage.

But he’s never seen them like this.

“Come in, you two boneheads.” 

He waves them inside, taking a heavy duffel bag and backpack from Sam so he can steer his brother into the study and sit him down on the worn-out couch. Bobby’s itching to learn what happened, but if he knows one thing about the Winchesters it’s that prying will only make them clam up - Dean in particular. What they need, what these boys always needed to open up was a safe space, time and patience. 

“I made up your old room for you,” Bobby says, pointing upstairs with his thumb. “Beds may be a little small for you now, but more comfortable than the couch and the floor. And you-” he looks at Dean “-need to lie down and heal.”

“Nah. I just need a beer.”

Bobby almost flinches at the sound of Dean’s voice. Hollow steel. He sounds like something died inside of him. Probably did. He was close with his dad. The kid’s heart must be in pieces.

“Dean!” Sam raises exasperated, too-big hands. “You just came out of a coma. You can’t drink—“

“You’re not my mom, Sammy. Or my dad.” He scoffs darkly. “Fact, both of them are dead now. I can do what I want.”

Sam’s mouth stays open like gobsmacked.

Bobby sighs. Cynicism. Dean’s always had a knack for that, even as a kid, and now it’s spilling out of him like tar. From experience, Bobby knows it won’t cover the hurt. 

“You wanna be an idjit and drink yourself back into the ICU, be my guest.” He waves at the kitchen. “Enough booze in the fridge to kill whatever brain cells you got left in that cracked noggin’ of yours. But I’m not sure your brother’s in the mood for another Winchester funeral right now.”

Dean scowls at him, bruised eyes blazing green, but when he turns his head to look at Sam, his sharp edges soften a bit, seeing the hurt on his little brother’s face. 

“Fine.” Dean slaps his thighs. “I’m gonna go upstairs and rest.” He spits that last word out like it’s poison. “You two can hug it out or whatever.” He heaves himself up off the couch, slapping away Sam’s helpful arm, and stiffly limps toward the stairs. 

As Bobby sees Dean drag himself up the steps, he suppresses the urge to help. Sam had told him about the severity of Dean’s injuries, and Bobby has no idea how he’s even on his feet (although he has an inkling that John meddled with things he shouldn’t have meddled with, the goddamned fool.) The kid should be in a hospital. He certainly shouldn’t be walking up a flight of stairs by himself. 

But Bobby knows that, when Dean’s like this, he can’t be touched. He can’t have anyone in his personal space. Dean deals with weakness and pain the way an injured cat does: He hides away, on his own, until it’s either passed or killed him. Of course, Bobby won’t allow the latter to happen. But he’ll give the kid his space for now and check on him later. 

When he hears the door to the boys’ room fall shut upstairs, he turns around to Sam. 

The younger Winchester is a mess. He’s pacing, fidgety, face scrunched up, looking like he’s about to burst. Now that Dean’s out of sight, the dam seems about to break.

“Sam?” Carefully, Bobby steps closer. “What’s going on, son? What happened?”

Sam stops in his tracks, all 6’5 of him just standing there, a tremor rippling through his lanky body. Then, unexpected, he takes two long strides and his arms sling themselves around Bobby. His stubbly, sweaty face burrows into his shoulder with a wet sob. Bobby sways a little under the assault. 

But this is Sam. Little Sammy who always loved climbing into Bobby’s lap with a book; whose clammy, plump hand had fit so naturally into Bobby’s calloused one; who’d followed him around like a puppy as soon as John had pushed him inside the door and turned around on his heel.

“He’s dead, Bobby”, Sam sobs. “He’s gone and I can’t—“ The rest dissolves into tears.

Bobby wraps his arms around Sam. It must be looking awkward - he’s half a foot shorter and his old, thinning arms can’t even reach around the boy’s broad back. But he puts all the warmth and comfort into the embrace that he has in his bones, and Sam clings to him like someone who’s drowning. 

“I know, son,” Bobby mumbles, fighting back tears of his own now. “I know.” 

It’s true. Bobby knows about grief and the shock of sudden loss. He’s been there. It’s molded him into who he is today. But he was older than Sam and Dean when the death of a loved one cut into him, and these two boys have been through it twice now. For Sam, it may even feel like the first time. He was only a baby when his mother was killed and has no active memory of that time - or of his mom. He cannot remember his life getting turned upside down back then. Dean can, and Bobby shudders at what this is doing to the boy, hardened as he is already, his armor so heavy he can barely carry it anymore. 

For Sam, their father’s death must feel like a stab wound - sudden, sharp and breathtaking. After the initial, surreal shock, the pain finally comes, and it’s found him now, in Bobby’s study, overwhelming and all-encompassing. At least he’s letting it out. At least he’s crying. At least he’s letting himself be held, and that’s what Bobby does, silently and patiently, until Sam is done. Until he unlocks his arms and steps back, wiping his nose on his sleeve, red-eyed and embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, Bobby,” he mumbles, voice still thick. “I- I didn’t mean to- … I’m alright.”

“Balls.” 

Bobby reaches into the pocket of his worker vest and pulls out an old-fashioned, folded cotton handkerchief that he gives to Sam. 

“Leave the ‘I’m fine’ BS to your brother. No one’d be alright after what you boys went through. Now sit down before you fall over.”

He herds Sam to his sagging old couch and sits him down. While the kid wipes his eyes and blows his nose, Bobby fetches a bottle of Scotch and fills two glasses. He hands one of them to Sam.

“Drink.”

Obediently, Sam does. Technically, Bobby knows booze isn’t the best for someone recovering from a concussion, but it’s been two days since the accident, and Sam isn’t nearly as injured as his brother. He figures that, by now, it’s medicine.

Sam sips, then nervously starts turning the glass in his hands. Even cried out, he’s still twitchy and unable to sit still. One knee is bobbing in high frequency. His mouth is in constant motion, biting and twisting his lips. 

“Okay,” Bobby says, calmly and invitingly. “You wanna tell me what happened?”

And then it all spills out of Sam like water from a burst pipe. 

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Half an hour later, Sam is shoveling a plate of Bobby’s famous kitchen sink chili into his mouth. No idea when the kid’s eaten the last time. Must’ve been awhile. Hopefully not the PB&J Bobby forced on Sam when they’d towed the Impala to his salvage yard.

Bobby trudges up the stairs to check on Dean and stops in front of the boys’ room, listening. No sounds drift out the door, no snoring, no running tv. No sobs either. There’s no answer when he knocks softly, so he quietly steps inside. 

Dean’s on his side, turned to the wall, comically big in the single bed, his still figure softly illuminated by the old nightlight Sam had always needed and that Bobby never bothered to remove from the room. It’s hard to believe that Dean’s asleep. If he is, it’s only due to the exhaustion his injured soul and body are forcing on him. Usually, with his hunter’s instincts, he would have woken up as soon as somebody entered the room, unannounced. In truth, Bobby had half expected to have a weapon pointed at him. 

Asleep or not, Bobby steps closer and leans over the older Winchester brother. He’s in a t-shirt, sheets slipped down to his waist, and as far as Bobby can tell in the semi-darkness there’s no fresh blood staining the grey cotton fabric. Good. At least his stitches are holding.

Sam had told him that, while Dean’s internal injuries had miraculously vanished, the slashes on his torso and the surgery incisions were still healing, like the stitches Bobby had seen on Dean’s forehead. Knowing Dean, Bobby was pretty sure those wounds were overdue a bandage change, and there was probably an unopened pill bottle somewhere in his bag. Of course, he’d left the hospital against medical advice, and Sam, off his head in the wake of their father’s sudden death, hadn’t been able to keep him from walking out. Somehow, the two idjits had managed to steal John Winchester’s body from the morgue and found a remote spot to burn it. 

“Why didn’t you call me then?” Bobby had asked Sam downstairs. 

Sam, face still wet, wringing his large hands, had shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know.”

But Bobby knew. They were Winchesters, taught by John to keep family matters close to their chest, just like pain. 

Now, seeing Dean’s young, marred profile in the semi-darkness, his chest twists with sorrow. They’ve been through so much in their twenty-something years, and Bobby, in fits and spurts, had to witness them losing their innocence and their trust in a world that seemed to mean them nothing but harm. John had exposed them to the darkness. And Bobby hadn’t been able to shield them from it. 

Sighing, he reaches out and - carefully, stealthily - touches his hand to Dean’s forehead to check for a fever. He’s a little warm, but not alarmingly so. The boy stirs a little, brow furrowing, a small sound escaping his parted lips. To Bobby’s surprise, Dean leans into his touch, eyes closed, before he stills again, dropping back into deep sleep. 

His stupid old heart overflowing, Bobby remains like this for a prolonged moment - his hand cupping Dean’s forehead, the boy’s spiky hair soft against his calloused palm - until his back starts to twinge and he has to straighten back up. Tenderly, he pulls the sheet back up to Dean’s shoulder. 

“I gotcha,” he grumbles softly before leaving the room and quietly closing the door.

The damage Control Series - Masterlist

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[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

ok this is my submissive side talking and I'm sorry, but imagine if sneak and könig marry even sooner than that, like four months in, at the gentle pressing of könig. I like to imagine him as expressing his darker side in his relationship by manipulating and love-bombing his partner into a lot of commitment quickly so he can feel safe and powerful knowing he owns them now.

How would price react? Would he get mad at könig or blame sneak, too? I just need to see furious but helpless dad mode price freaking out over how this big ass austrian man,, managed to snatch sneak from right under his nose and now she's his, undeniably, and not only are they fucking but they're gonna live together, so even if he separates them he'll only get sneak riled up against him and isolate her even more. AH IT'S SO DELICIOUSLY EVIL. Poor price would have no choice but to watch the train wreck unfold, standing ready to jump in and save sneak the moment shit hits the fan badly enough that they'll let him.

Omg this is seriously the dark! fic version of A Rocky Start like this is a whole AU 😱

Evil König love bombing and unleashing the dark on Sneak would be so 😭 if this were the case Pappy Price would be on the case immediately taking Sneak away and putting them in some kind of cult reprogramming group ahahaha (and I would be right there with him 😌✨)

[twilightknight17]

Last night on P3R: mostly Tartarus, HOW DARE YOU?, and once again a lack of aggressive dialogue options.

I got my shit wrecked in Tartarus, between multiple gatekeepers in a row, and the Monad passage Elizabeth wanted me to explore. The shadow tactics are getting better, and it’s fun having to work around them.

Throwing a Cowardly Maya at me that immediately starts off with Concentrate+Megidolaon is a little much, though.

I got through eventually, though, and got some great rewards!

Hehehe

HEHEHEHEHE

(I’m sorry, I think these outfits are great. XDDDD)

...I’m sorry, what is the CATHEDRAL OF TIME? Can I have a slightly bigger fragment??? Please??? Oh man.

Anyway, summer break is kind of off to a disappointing start, because like… it’s been 2 weeks, and I haven’t gotten to work on any of my links or anything. Yakushima was great, but now I’m at extra track training for this competition that’s coming up.

I mean I guess I’d be happier if there was something more to it than just showing the same scene of us running laps every day for six days or whatever. Or if there was a choice whether to attend or not. But no, I’m just locked into advancing none of my social links except Tanaka.

Every time I talk to this man I want to push him in the fountain. Also, he keeps asking if I remember my promise and haven’t told anyone. Sir, tbh, I don’t even remember what you don’t want me to tell people.

The Dark Hour has begun, and I’m happy to see Pharos again, because obviously, I love hi-- oh. Wait, no, this is Fuuka, calling me to the command room. Never a good sign.

SEES throws on their uniforms and sprints upstairs, and we’ve got a problem!

Hm. A normal shadow? Akihiko’s probably got it, but yeah, weird that this one left Tartarus…

And then Akihiko calls, and we’re off, because the shadow is defeated, Akihiko is fine, but someone is very badly hurt.

HOW DARE YOU HURT KOROMARU?

I knew he was coming to our dorm eventually but I didn’t realize it was because he was hurt that badly!! Literally everyone is upset about this turn of events, Aigis can speak Dog, and we’re using Mitsuru’s influence in the best way possible.

(We couldn’t even cast dia to stabilize him, though??)

The next evening, Mitsuru informs everyone that Koromaru is gonna pull through just fine, and Pharos stops by to give his weekly warning.

Guys, I have a track meet the day after tomorrow, please stop waking me up at midnight. T_T

………no.

You shouldn’t even be drinking coffee, you’re like 10.

So now I’m off to my track meet, and did really good! I kind of wish it had been a longer scene, or a minigame, or something? I dunno. But the wunderkind runner from the other school came to talk to me after, and wants to be friends?

I guess? Is this a new social link? Hm. I guess we’ll see, since I’m free again, but first I’m gonna go rank-up with Maiko.

Maiko is ready to run away from home. She tells me goodbye and not to tell her parents where she went, and then heads off. And after a blip of a time jump, here come her parents! They have no idea why she would have done this! She’s never acted like this before!

Man I really wanted to pick that second one.

And the dad recognizes me. Apparently she’s mentioned that she plays with “Arisato-kun”, a high-schooler, at the playground. Maiko’s mom is appalled, because she didn’t know anything about that. I’m not surprised; do you ask anything about your daughter’s day?

They literally start bickering to the point where it isn’t dialogue boxes, it’s just audio, like background noise. But eventually the dad remembers I’m there and cuts off the mom.

Sir, you’re the ones arguing instead of looking for your kid. You’re lucky I even want to help, after what you did to her!

They ask if I have any ideas where she might be, and I suggest the takoyaki stand. We all go running off, and Maiko is in fact there. She starts crying almost immediately, and is finally able to tell them why she’s so upset.

And her parents actually apologize! They promise to go home and actually talk to her! I’m skeptical because, again, he HIT her, but I’m gonna have to give them the benefit of the doubt, I guess. :/

Two more people have gone missing in Tartarus, and the full moon is in two days, so we’re gonna have to go in and get them. So that’s up next!