#poor baby was a nervous wreck in the car

[mud-muffin]

Starfire and Robin on a date in the beautiful autumn weather 💗🍂

[mariabtsos]

Unsinkable ||j.jk|| - Chapter 7

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Description: The 1910s are the peak of passenger ships, it was also the peak of classism, Jungkook is a third class immigrant from Korea, and you are a first class “prisoner” not wanting to go back to a life of strict standards. Once you meet Jungkook, life seems worth living, but when tragedy strikes, will you guys make it out to live the life you planned?

Genre: One-shot, Titanic AU, poor/artist!JK x rich!f reader, angst, fluff, very slight smut, forbidden love.

Warnings: major character death, major maritime disaster, descriptions of panic, child abandonment, alcohol consumption, misunderstanding of character death, ANGST.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Oh Taehyung was in a big predicament now, he didn’t know at what point he and Jimin had been separated, but he was a nervous wreck. He was literally right behind him, when they got away from their room with Chris, when they had run into you and when you and Chris left, he was right behind him as they made it to the main deck, where the hell had he run off to now?

“JIMINIE” he screamed through the hoard of panicked passengers who were doing their best to get on the next lifeboat out of there. Taehyung wanted to find Jimin so they could do the same, maybe he’d wandered off to the area of the ship where they were letting no men board and was helping the women and children get on? Maybe he’d gone back down to help you and Chris find Jungkook? Maybe he’d gone back down all together and decided it’d be better to die at sea? Although Taehyung couldn’t possibly imagine that being something his best friend would do.

Jimin had come from humble beginnings, orphaned and left to his own devices he lived through the system until he was 18, with the little money he’d managed to save he got the first boat out of Busan to London for a fresh start, it was difficult at first, learning a new language and finding work when immigrants were looked down upon often, but Harland and Wolfe had given him a chance. He was part of the crew that had built Titanic, granted Jimin had no experience building ocean liners, but it paid the bills and his tuition at university, where he’d met Taehyung. Finding another Korean felt like a breath of fresh air, and after finding out that Taehyung’s grandfather worked for the same shipyard and was also working on the same ship, it wasn’t long before the older man took Jimin in like one of his own, sharing the small efficiency apartment he’d rented close to the shipyard. Jimin was Taehyung’s brother by all intents and purposes, he couldn’t leave him behind.

He started making his way back down to the same doorway he’d come out of just twenty minutes ago, he was going to find Jimin no matter what, they had promised to be there for each other on this journey, and if Jimin was going to die down there… Well, Taehyung had no choice but to join him.

“Jungkook-ah!” the doe-eyed man looked around, finding Jimin in the crowd of people, was he holding a baby?

“Hyung!” he ran toward him, quickly pulling him in for a hug, once they separated he noticed the man’s eyes were full of tears, “I can’t find Taehyung, we came up here together and then I saw this little one in a corner, left all alone and I couldn’t not go grab him, I couldn’t not help him, and now I can’t find him and I’m scared that we won’t find him in time,” he rambled on as more tears ran down his cheeks, Jungkook looked toward bow of the ship, the door that the fancy car you and him had been in not more than an hour ago completely submerged, if Taehyung went back down, he wouldn’t have taken long to realize there was nowhere to go anymore. “I’m sure we’ll find him hyung, he can’t have gone far,” he reassured him. 

“Yeah, there’s nowhere to go,” Yoongi added, and you elbowed him pretty harshly, “horrible timing,” you simply said. 

“Where were you headed anyway?” you asked the tearful man who had subconsciously started rocking the baby in his arms.

“We heard through the grapevine that the other side of the ship is letting men on the boats once all women and children have boarded, that’s when I saw him,” Jimin looked down at the infant, he was a year old at best, months old at worst, you couldn’t tell because Jimin had wrapped him in his jacket to keep him warm, all you could see was his face.

How could someone leave their child behind? Jimind said he’d been laid down on the floor, in a corner, what if the panicked crowd stepped on him? What if he was kicked and thrown in the ocean? The poor thing would die quickly and so painfully. “Let’s start heading there then,” Chris stated, going the opposite direction of the bow so they could go to the other side of the ship, you walked up to Jimin and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, “we’ll get out of this and so will Taehyung,” he simply nodded at your words and followed you all.

The scene you found on the other side was a stark difference to where you had come from, the crowd was in a somewhat controlled chaos, with the officers trying their best to load the boats to capacity, even if a few still came up looking empty, they were nothing compared to the other ones you’d seen leave the ship.

“WOMAN AND CHILDREN FIRST,” one of them yelled, Jungkook and Yoongi pushed along, but you refused to get on until all of them could get on.

Unfortunately, that time never came. You hadn’t know how long the boat had been sinking, but the rumble underneath you was a sign that it wasn’t going to be there much longer, “Jimin you go, you have the baby, we will find you late,” Yoongi said authoritatively, the younger still looked terrified and upset, the tears had started to come back as he was urged into the boat. “Please, let Tae know when you find him how sorry I am for not telling him to wait,” Jimin hiccuped as the boat was lowered.

Jungkook turn toward you, taking off his life jacket and placing it on you, he must’ve seen the terror in your face, he cupped your cheek with his hand, rubbing it with his thumb, “just in case darling, I can handle paddling for while, I want to make sure you have extra support.” The rumbling came back just as the boat Jimin was in started to row away, Yoongi and Jungkook steadied you whilst Chris looked at the ground he’d been standing on start to rip apart, the lights flickering off entirely now, all you heard was screams, one particularly close to you.

“MOVE-” was the last thing you heard Chris yell, before you couldn’t see him anymore, you did see the sparks, realizing that the ship split in half, you felt Jungkook’s hold on you tightened as he screamed bloody murder, his best friend was gone, you brought your hand up to your mouth to drown out your own sobs. Tears poured out of his eyes furiously, Yoongi started moving you up towards the tip of the stern, “we need to find something to hold onto before this goes down!” Jungkook reluctantly followed, and now he thought of Taehyung, what if he was also killed by the ship breaking? Jimin would be inconsolable, even more so if he’d seen it happen.

However, you found Taehyung, inconsolable, holding onto the rail at the top of the stern, passing a flask to a man wearing a cook’s uniform. “Jungkook-ah!” he sounded cheerful, almost as if they weren’t in their current situation, “have you met the head baker? He’s been sharing the flask of whiskey with me,” his words were so slurred together, it took a lot of your concentration to understand what he was saying.

“Jimin was so worried about you, and you were getting drunk?” Yoongi was exasperated, was this guy serious? Taehyung’s eyes widened at the mention of his best friend. “Jimin is okay?” It felt like the world was quiet all the sudden, “I thought he died, I went down to look for him but there was too much water, and when I came back I heard a Korean passenger was shot and killed and I-”

Everyone looked at Taehyung with sorrow, “yes, he was at the main deck the whole time, he found a baby all by himself and couldn’t leave him be,” Yoongi explained, a bit less harsh this time, his voice wavered after the mention of his best friend’s death, “he was able to get on a lifeboat with the baby.” Taehyung looked down, a small hum coming from his lips, “he’s always talked about wanting to adopt you know, he wants to give his future kids everything he didn’t get,” the man who usually had a boxy smile adorning his face was all serious now, “we have to make it out, I can’t die and leave him all alone.”

Everyone was in agreement, as the stern slowly tipped up and made its final plunge, you thought it the water was getting closer way faster than you’d imagined. “Hold your breath!” was the last thing you heard someone say before you were pulled underwater.

[sweetrabbit]

congratulations honey

⌕ pairings : Bruce Yamada x gn! Reader

⌕ genre : fluff, established relationship

⌕ synopsis : you cheerful boyfriend suddenly so nervous for his upcoming game, what better than to offer a date? 

⌕ warning/s : grabber does not exist au, everyone is aged up to 16-17, a lot of cheesy nicknames (i'm a sucker for those)

⌕ a/n : hi long time no write! currently on a busy week of school 💔 and i haven’t written anything kpop related so this is my first time writing for a fictional character in a veryyy longgg timeee also my first black phone fic! quite short and rushed but i hope you enjoy it! 🫂

STREAM CASE143 AND 28 REASONS

Your poor baby, pouting as he rests his face onto your chest looking into the sky through your window. The stars sparkle back at him, he huffs while you caress his hair.

“Don’t be so nervous angel, you’ll do well like you always do. I’m sure you’ll win.” kissing his forehead softly. 

“What if I don’t win?” he’s a nervous wreck, baseball season is around the corner and this is also the last game ‘til finals. 

“You win or lose, I’ll always be proud of you for even going this far, you’ve worked so hard for your spot and look where you are now.” hands moving on to cup his cheeks to make him look at you, his eyes showing a variety of emotions you wish you could just take away from him forever, your bear deserves to be happy.

“Tell you what, if you win then I’ll buy you dinner at the diner we always go to.” A bet you placed to wherein he responded with a flash of his toothy smile which traced onto his features.

Bruce always liked to pay, sometimes you’d even have a tad of banter because you refused to let him pay, if there was a tally of who paid the most, Bruce would definitely be on the winning end. He's a competitive athlete, as much as a surprisingly competitive bargainer. Talk about committing to the gentleman’s code! But this time he’d have to let that slide. After all, His win, your treat. He’s working for it so why not just accept the offer?

Upon arriving at the diner, Bruce helped you down his car. Taking his hand and lacing it with your fingers, shy glances with red-dusted ears, now under the lights of the booth, Bruce proudly bragged of not only a win but also hitting a homerun that even his family had teased him, stating that you were his lucky charm.

“Congratulations on your win, baby, I’m so proud of my star player.” Casting a warm gaze and soft smile onto your face while holding his hand on the table. “Thank you, sweets, couldn’t have done it without you. Finn’s arm has been mint –- it’s hard to beat! Even back in middle school.” 

“Well you still beat him tho, remember? Finney seems nice…why don’t we hang out with him sometime, hm?” You pondered as Bruce reminisced about you riding on his bike on the way to celebrating with his family, arms wrapped around him with praises whispered into his ear, you stared at him as if he had held the whole universe — watching the small curve of his eyes while the corners of his lips rose up. “Sounds like a plan.”

Your treat to dinner with your boyfriend went spectacular, but it couldn’t end off like that, of course you two had a sleepover together that consisted of cuddles and peppered kisses.

🏷 : @i2abella @hwaranghae

[ginalinettiofficial]

anyways i’m rewatching all the teen & kid scenes in st2, and remembering how i felt when i watched it wayyyyy back when it first came out vs watching it now is WILD

like first of all: they’re all my babies, every single of one of them, i love them all endlessly

secondly, never noticed before how WILD billy was to stalk up to steve at that party no prompting no onscreen reasoning ever given???? one second he’s playing w toilet paper the next he’s fucking naruto running to the hot guy on the other side of the room just to silently glare at him?????? billy r u ok???????

some other things i didn’t notice/remember that feel important now:

- will’s visions are fucking henry creel !!! eyes rolled back in his head and shaking and everything. they really did some cool parallels in s4 to s2 will with vecna’s victims and i’d totally forgot about it by the s4 came around

- always forget that dustin liked max for a second there. poor dustin he can’t catch a break

- erica “just the facts” sinclair look how BABY she is!!!!! she’s so little!!!!!

- billy hargrove wore denim on denim to both his first AND his second day at his new school. legends only

- max: “let’s just try to make the best of a bad situation!” / billy: “what in the goddamn HELL and FUCK did you just say to me?”

- why are there SO many redheads at hawkins high this cannot be a coincidence i’ve never seen so many red headed teenage girls in my LIFE as the minor characters/extras on stranger things. there’s like at LEAST five of them what is UP with that do they have a club???? they have to have a club?????

- billy was there in the bg for that entire fight max and lucas had before she got in the car and he yelled at her to stay away from him which truly is context i 100% never noticed before! like billy didn’t just see her walk away from a random kid looking upset and then yell at her about it, he watched her very obviously fight with and yell at that kid and then walk away w tears in her eyes. doesn’t excuse the very clear implied racism that the duffers just had to shove in there, but it does give a new perspective on that whole car convo

- eddie’s van is at tina’s party i’m not fucking kidding ????????????

- where is the fandom love for that random toga dude at the party!!!!!! “pure fuel” i love you toga kid!!!!!!

- natalia dyer acting her ASS off as drunk nancy i love it

- joyce byers threatening to genuinely murder children for bullying her son, we stan

- max’s FACES god sadie sink is so funny her expressions this entire season are just GOLDEN

- why did dustin have so much baseball gear does dustin play baseball???? give me dustin baseball backstory lore i’m begging

- also fr dustin being the calm stable one in the house vs his nervous wreck of a mother esp when mews went “missing” !!!! like oh, no wonder this kid latched onto steve “i’ll parent anyone” harrington so quickly

- max is SUCH a bad liar and she and billy both know it and it’s hilarious she makes the EXACT same faces when she’s lying about knowing lucas, seeing him at the arcade, and the “talkative mormons” i love her

- i always forget how billy starts off his scene w neil by speaking loudly and with attitude and i think that’s important!!! it’s something we forget often in fic and fandom depictions of the hargrove family dynamic but like. billy is still able to sass like a teenager and raise his voice sometimes and get defensive without being /immediately/ hurt and tbh i think that makes the whole neil thing almost worse !!! it’s at least different than if we pretend that neil’s the type of abuser who is CONSTANTLY blowing up and making everyone walk on eggshells all day long. it seems like he’s more one of those where he HAS good and fair days and then sometimes he’ll just SNAP and TURN and that’s just its own sort of horrible because like…. it’s the false sense of safety it’s the never knowing when the mood is gonna shift it’s the constant testing for boundaries that are ALWAYS shifting, never consistent, never predictable !!!

- i’ll go to my grave believing that when dart approached dustin in the shed he wasn’t gonna try to hurt him at all. poor dart he was just tryna see his buddy!!!! he loved dustin!!!!!

- max telling lucas that billy used to be okay but now he’s just angry all the time and tearing up talking about it really hit home !!! i’ve had family members who i’ve seen be consumed by anger and just. hoh boy actually i think i need a full separate post to talk about this one because it got to me. that whole convo on the roof of the bus does NOT get enough attention

- also the brief dustin/steve/max scene right before that is comedic GOLD and i watched it four times in a row because i was dying

- billy was SO excited to go on his date or wherever the fuck he was going and i WISH there had been SOME context before that moment as to what he was planning to do because it seemed pretty damn important !!!

- jonathan and nancy and murray scenes just kill me that shit is so funny. how was the pull out jonathan

- also billy fully just put cologne on his dick. truly a teenage boy ladies and gents!!!

anyways half of these make me want to write their own post but that’s a dump of most of my big thoughts so far. haven’t rewatched ep 8 yet so ofc will also have feelings to share on that but yea. stranger things 2 what a TIME!!!!!

[knoxvilleforever]

First Date with Johnny Knoxville Headcanons

request: first date with a nervous johnny 😗

johnny is a total wreck when it comes to your first date

you thought it was hilarious that a man who faces bulls and shot himself was nervous about this

but it was so cute

he wanted to make sure he got everything right

meaning he was so stressed for at least a week before your first date

definitely comes to pick you up and brings flowers

you take them out of his sweaty palms and the smile you gave him both increased and calmed his nerves

he really wanted this to go well

he told you to get all dressed up because he wanted to take you to a fancy restaurant

dropped the name knoxville to secure your reservations

will not stop complimenting you all night

although he’s a little nervous so struggles to get it out

‘you, uh… you look really beautiful.’

you can sense his nerves and you can’t blame him

because you’re feeling them too

but his presence puts you at ease and you want to do the same for him

‘i’m really glad we’re doing this, johnny.’

but luck wasn’t on johnny’s side

the la traffic had other plans

and it meant you missed your reservations

most of the night was spent in johnny’s car, listening to the radio

‘we’re gonna make it, i promise.’

‘i swear i’ll get us there soon.’

poor baby was so panicked the universe was screwing it up for him

you changed the subject

and the two of you ended up getting to know each other in the most random ways

songs on the radio would spark conversations you’d never have thought

‘this song reminds me of when…’

‘the last time i heard this i was nineteen…’

you had some of the most intimate conversations you’d ever had

you managed to take johnny’s mind off the disaster of your dinner plans

and when the traffic started moving you suggested going to a diner that was still open late night

panics and thinks he’s ruined his chances

attempts desperately to redeem himself

‘i can call the place!’

‘i’m sure they might still be able to seat us-’

‘johnny, relax. i don’t care where we go, as long as i’m going with you.’

for the first time all evening johnny feels his heart return to a normal pace

‘you’re sure you don’t mind?’

‘you could take me to steve o’s apartment for our first date and i wouldn’t care.’

the two of you look insanely out of place all dressed up in a near empty diner

but you wouldn’t have had it any other way

he opens the door for you

and you share food and more stories

when he drives you home he tried to apologise for the night

‘i’m real sorry this didn’t go to-’

you cut him off with a kiss

he’s taken by surprise so it takes him a few seconds to reciprocate

those few seconds make you panic so you pull away and start to apologise yourself

but he just grins and cuts you off the same way

[laladellakang]

mv reactions: 365 fresh

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2022.02.13

italics dialogue = english

WARNING: references to suicide

i really don’t know when their debut date is, it’s just after d:a

btw that period episode really is a struggle lmaooo why can’t i get it done

outfits

"One, two- Connect! Hello, we're Enhypen!"

"Today.. TYD's debut music video has been released," Della sat in the middle with her hands clasped together as the boys cheered. "I've already watched it with Taehyun-oppa and Yeonjun-oppa but now let's see the members' reaction."

"We let our baby spread her wings," Sunghoon rocked Della back and forth, the boys cheering again.

"Actually- you guys actually came on set every day but there are still a lot of scenes that they didn't see so I'm really excited and nervous at the same time."

"Please explain as we go through the video," Heeseung gestured towards Della and the laptop.

"Should we just get straight into it?" Jungwon asked.

"Let's go!" Della took a deep breath before pressing the space key on the laptop.

"Ahh!" she squealed and covered her eyes straight away.

"Wah wah! From the beginning?" the video opened with the three members being chased by a police car.

"Taehyun is provoking them," Heeseung commented when Taehyun had his upper body out of the vehicle's window to piss off the officers.

"They're crazy-" Jay was cut himself off to say an 'eyy' with all the members as Della's name appeared beside her face for a roll call.

"T-Y-D," Jake spelled out the group name.

"Taehyun, Yeonjun, Della," Jungwon grinned.

"Eyy, let's go!" they cheered when the real music video started. "What?!" it started with Yeonjun at a party of some kind and bumping into an irritated guy.

"Oh no, he's mad," the guy and his friends taunt Yeonjun, nudging him every so often. The member could only look at the group cockily before letting out a laugh.

"They're gonna fight, they're gonna fight, they're gonna fight," Jungwon repeated as the scene ended with Yeonjun shrugging with a smirk.

"Ooh! He's cool."

"He's the bad boy," Della mumbled.

"It's Della's scene! It's Della's scene!" the members moved closer to the screen while Sunoo told them to be quiet.

"Oh she's popularr," Niki held onto Della's arm. In the video, she was walking down a university-like hallway in her cheerleading uniform, occasionally sending a small smile to the other students.

"Your hair is still blonde," Sunoo smiled.

"Isn't this Drunk-Dazed?" Jungwon joked.

"Drunk-Dazed," Heeseung repeated with a small laugh. "Oh?" his (well- all the guys') expression immediately changed when an anonymous guy appeared and wrapped his arm around her.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Jay mumbled with a sarcastic smile.

"We're barely gonna see him," Della spoiled a little.

"You're not happy," Niki pointed out when MV Della suddenly looked sad.

"Is it because of the boyfriend?" Sunghoon asked as she hugged her knees close while hiding in an empty classroom.

"Let's all blame the boyfriend," Jake joked, causing the members to snicker.

Although Yeonjun's rap was next, it was actor-Taehyun's time to shine.

"Oh my God," Taehyun was wrecking his room with tearful eyes. Though the impact of his scene was made stronger because of the emotionless cuts they occasionally placed.

"Poor guy," Sunoo scrunched his nose up slightly.

"I feel sorry for him," Niki commented. Taehyun kept staring and grabbing hazardous objects, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything with them.

"Are you all miserable?" Sunghoon asked.

"I wouldn't say miserable," Della tilted her head a bit.

"Life is just hard," Heeseung answered for her.

"Oh!" the video then switched back and forth to Yeonjun and Della. A lightly bloodied Yeonjun was deep into a five versus one fight, while Della is seen being pressurised and controlled by the people around her.

"Woah, they're actually fighting," Niki looked giddy.

"He's fighting a group on his own- ooh!" Jungwon cut himself off when Della appeared. She clearly looked like she was holding in her anger as her parents scold her in a luxurious-looking room.

An injured Yeonjun then walked into his apartment in a manner as if he was drunk.

"Woahh, he's got a lot of tattoos," he took off his jacket before exhaustingly sitting on the sofa.

Coming back to Della who was now being scolded by her boyfriend in (what appears to be) his bedroom.

"Woah!" the boys' somber expression changed when she had enough. She pushed the guy away with a scream.

"Wah he has a lot of money," a cleaner looking Yeonjun opened up a duffel bag full of cash. He stuffed a few handfuls in his pockets.

The cut scenes went even faster, with Yeonjun leaving his apartment to ride his motorcycle, and a livid Della leaving her boyfriend's house.

"I broke up with him," Della added context. The MV her was running through the street with tear-filled eyes.

"You don't need him" "It's okay" "He was a bad person" "You weren't happy" "He deserved it" "You don't need him" "He deserved it," the boys' words overlapped on top of each other's, making Della snort lightly.

"Eyy, Della- it's not good to run in the middle of the street like that," Jake told her off. Yeonjun had to make an abrupt stop (with a small swerve) when Della appeared in front of him. "Skateboard!"

Taehyun left his house to go late night skateboarding alone. He couldn't care less where he was going.

"Yeah!" the boys cheered lightly when the video showed Della and Yeonjun on his bike.

"Oh! Oh!" their eyes widened when they saw Taehyun about to charge headfirst into the vehicle.

"Ouchh," fortunately, Yeonjun's bike barely grazed the member- but it made him and Della fall from the large swerve.

"They're fighting!" of course the former would be furious, so he immediately arose to beat up Taehyun.

"Oh my God- Yeonjun-hyung," Jay had a small smile at the sight of actor-Yeonjun.

"This is truly acting," Sunoo seemed to be in awe of the video, he kept watching intently.

"What?!" some of the boys laughed when Taehyun started laughing like a madman.

Yeonjun and Della looked at each other before it cuts to them eating burgers at a restaurant.

"Yeahh, let's go!" the boys cheered when the three shyly smiled and giggled at one another. That was the birth of the TYD trio.

Afterwards it became a montage of their friendship.

"Ooh!" "Woah!" "Taehyun!" while chilling in Yeonjun's apartment, Detaejun wore fairly sexy outfits, especially Taehyun, since he was wearing grey sweatpants and a completely unbuttoned shirt.

"He has a good body," Jay complimented.

There were also a few self-party-like scenes, scenes where they ran to their heart's content, ate burgers in that same restaurant, and had a late-night drive in Yeonjun's car.

"Can't you already skateboard?" Jake wanted to laugh at the scene of Taehyun teaching his two friends how to skateboard.

"Shh.." Della grinned. Jungwon and Heeseung laughed a little at her response.

"Wait is this high school or university?" Jay furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Taejun came to support Della in her game.

"Looks like university-" Sunghoon sounded unsure.

"It's university, it's university. No one was wearing uniforms earlier," Jungwon answered for Della.

"Ah, that's right- oh!" Sunghoon cut himself off when TYD decided to go get tattoos and piercings. Della got a navel piercing, Taehyun pierced his ears and Yeonjun got a 'fresh' tattoo.

"They're getting rebellious," Niki bounced a little in his seat.

"If you guys pay attention, our outfits also slowly changed," Della pointed out.

"Ah really?!" some of them leaned forward a little.

"I'll explain later," Della said as the scene changed to Detaejun dying each other's hair. Taehyun went from blond to dark brown, Yeonjun went from black to ash blond, and Della went from blonde to orange.

"Is this real?!" the boys had amused faces. "Did you actually dye each other's hair?!"

"Straight after we were done with the scene, we were immediately rushed to get our hair done properly," Della chuckled. "We had to be really quick."

"Are you wearing Taehyun-hyung's flannel?" Sunoo asked with a chuckle.

"Oh yeah!" some of the guys just realised.

"I did and actually- I borrowed Yeonjun's hoodie when we went skateboarding too," Della smiled at how they noticed the detail.

"Oh no.. They're mad.." Jake mumbled. Della's parents were yelling at her but all she did was ignore them and left her house to be picked up by Taejun.

"Noo," everyone was feeling nervous about Della's dad peeping out their window. Especially when the licence plate was visible. "They knoww."

"Woah!" Taehyun (out of nowhere) fell into a bathtub full of water.

What they showed next was switched between two scenes. One where three of them were sat on a sofa, silently watching television, and the other is Yeonjun watching Dehyun dance before joining in himself.

"Cute," Heeseung and Sunghoon smiled at the two scenes.

"What?" the boys were surprised to (fully dressed) Taejun in a bathtub with their legs propped out of the lip. The shower head was on, so they were soaking wet.

"What?!" they were even more surprised when Della sat in between them.

"Please stop, don't stop," Niki suddenly sang Della's part in Fever, since she also had a bathtub scene in the music video.

"Fever," they all laughed a little bit.

"Oh what?" the camera zoomed in on the television from the previous scene to reveal the music video's intro, where they were chased by a police car.

"Ahh introo," Jungwon said. It was quickly disclosed how Yeonjun stole the car and bag of money that came with it.

"Oh he stole it!" Sunghoon exclaimed.

"Ahh the dad must've told the police," Jungwon said.

"So that she will not hang out with them anymore," Jay added.

"Ahh that's right," Sunoo nodded.

"I just noticed that there aren't any performance scenes," Heeseung pointed out.

"Oh, you're right?" Jake's eyes widened slightly. "Oh what?"

"Yeah- they really are crazy," Jay chuckled when all three of them got out of the car once they reached a dead end on the building's parking lot. The three seemed ecstatic- laughing and cheering out loud.

"'I feel alive!'" Niki voiced out what they must be feeling.

"Wait wait- are they gonna jump?!" Sunghoon exclaimed again. They stood on top of the border while holding hands and facing the night sky. Since they were located in a fairly high building, it was clear that they were trying to-

"Oh my God, they actually did!" they all look very amused. "Wah!" everyone applauded when the video ended there.

"Oh about the outfits," Della spoke up. "In the beginning, I was wearing a very cute outfit- the colour was pink, it was really cute and pastel and girly. Yeonjun-oppa was wearing all black, very bad-boy-ish, and well Taehyun-oppa just wasn't that confident," she explained.

"-but slowly, and especially at the end, we see that I'm wearing black, it's a more mature dress. Then Taehyun-oppa got more confident- it's somewhat reflected in his clothes, and Yeonjun-oppa finally wore something not black and a bit more subtle," the boys occasionally 'ahh'ed as she was explaining.

"Ahh that's really interesting," Sunoo smiled at her. "Fun fact, fun fact."

"It truly was like a movie," Jungwon looked in awe.

"It really is like a movie," Sunghoon agreed. "There was no performance scenes or solo singing shots."

"It's like BTS-sunbaenim's Run," Della suddenly recalled.

"Ahh that's right, Run was like a movie too," Jay placed a hand on her thigh before quickly removing it.

"I like the concept," Heeseung rested his chin on his hand.

"I really like it. It's so cool," Niki nodded.

"There was so much to uncover, I think you should watch it more than once to fully understand," everyone agreed at what Jake said.

"It's not in the music video but it's nice to see Della being more feminine in the dance. With us, she has to be a bit more masculine so it was refreshing," Sunghoon said, making some members nod and some say a 'that's right.'

"So uhh.. I hope you guys enjoyed 365 Fresh and enjoy TYD. It was really hard to be without the boys but like Sunghoon-oppa said, it's nice to swing my hips and wear heels and everything. We worked hard on this project so please support us, and uhh.. yeah.." Della got a bit shy in the end for no reason.

"Why? Why? That was good," Sunoo assured.

"Ahh I can't believe I'm gonna be away from you seven," Della outstretched her arms in front of as much members as she could.

"You'll be fine" "We're always here to support you" "You'll do amazing" "It's fine" "We're not going anywhere" "We'll always be here" "It's not like we're far, darling."

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SKZ AS...

Stray Kids as receiving a blowjob Pairing: Skz x Reader Genre: smut Word count: 1,994 Warnings: Oral (m receiving) and face fucking, if there’s anything else i need to add please let me know! Authors note: This is kinda garbage but also i love it so much. I also just love seungmins so much cause i often think about it too much lol anyways further a do here it is. (also if you can write in korean and know korean please DM me i’m trying to get a skz tattoo but do not trust google translate in the slightest)

Please if you are under the age of 18 do not interact. Thank you :)

Chan: 

Getting in studio blowjobs was one of Chan's favorite things. He’d always be the one to ask, with his puppy dog eyes he’d complain how horny he is and how if you hadn’t worn such a short skirt he wouldn’t feel this way. He’d complain how well, technically TECHNICALLY you made him this horny as you are the root of this problem you should be the one to take care of it. Eventually you give in and get on your knees for him constantly playing the big doe eye angle with his dick in your mouth making him lose his mind. You watch as he squirms trying to continue mixing songs with one hand while holding onto the chairs armrest with his other. He’s an absolute slut when you focus on the head of his cock so that he has enough time to tell you and release on your face, his favorite place, with your tongue sticking out. He’d also be an angel and clean your face off with a tissue while kissing you and mumbling what a good girl you were.  

Minho: 

You and Minho always had a voyeuristic relationship never shying away from a bit of public sex but when you reached your hands down into his pants in front of his hyung at dinner and continued to tease him he knew he had to put you in your place. He’d give you a deadly side glare that only fed into the pumping of your hand around him. He would excuse himself from the table for a second and as he was just out of sight your phone would go off and you’d scurry off after him making a quick excuse for the table. As soon as you make it behind the door he has you on your knees slipping his throbbing cock between your lips. Rutting his hips into your face not caring about the speed. Essentially he’s face fucking you in the middle of the mens restroom and neither of you could care less. He watches as your mascara runs down your face cooing at how gorgeous you looked with your mouth stuffed full of him. He grips your hair as he cums down your throat then tells you to meet him at the car after you clean your face and goes to tell the boys you felt sick. You were in for a long night of being put in your place.

Changbin: 

Changbin would come home in a rage, something about someone not listening to him during rehearsals or something. He’d just be fuming with no way to let it out so he just rants and rants to with clench fists. You have him sit on the couch as he keeps going on and on while you get on your knees between his legs, shaking your head and agreeing with his anger. You take out his member and slowly start to pump him and his ranting slows down and his moans become more frequent. He slides his hand into your hair so he has some control over your movements. You slide him into your mouth gagging as he moves his hips a bit. He looks down apologetically and you just take him further in your mouth, you allow him to take control using your head and his hips to get himself off. He watches as spit falls out of the sides of your mouth and your tears leaving mascara tracks down your cheeks. Seeing how wrecked you are with his cock in your mouth he can’t help but let himself release down your throat. When he removes himself he pulls you onto his lap whipping away your drool and tears very lightly before giving you a sweet kiss as a thank you.

Hyunjin: 

Hyunjin has been busy working on some lyrics or some new dance moves for stray kids and you couldn’t care less. The more attention he gave to his work meant less attention for you and you well you were feeling extra needy since being abandoned by your boyfriend. You stand behind his chair, your arms wrapped around his shoulders watching him work as you kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear. He hadn’t said anything about it while occasionally leaving little kisses on your arms. You were growing irritated at how  he was just blatantly ignoring your neediness. You whisper little things in his ear and he just tells you later and that he’s busy right now. You stand behind him weighing your options. You can either wait and see if he follows through or you can take control here and seeing as he needs a break anyways you choose the latter. You make camp between his legs and put your head in front of his desk so that he couldn’t not see you. He smiles down at you with all the love in his heart and you explain how he needs a break anyways. He finally leans back and let’s you do your thing as he holds on to the armrest of his chair constantly cooing how beautiful you look when you take him like that. He begins to get whiny when he’s about to come so you take your mouth off his full length paying attention to just the tips and he moves your hands away so he can pump himself and finally release all over your chest. He’d watch as you take your fingers swiping up his release and slowly licking it off, his eyes grow darker and as he shuts his laptop you scurry off to the bedroom with him not too far behind you excited to finally have your Hyunjin back.

Han: 

An empty movie theater would be the perfect place for a Jisung blowjob. It wouldn’t take much to convince him either, you’d just have to say well since no one is here and then the sound of his zipper meets your ears. You grin from ear to ear as you reach your hand over the shared arm rest, Jisung letting out quite whimpers. When he was hard enough you bent over the armrest and started moving your head at a rather fast pace as you started to grow nervous of getting caught. You added your hand to jerk off what part of his shaft wouldn’t fit in your mouth and soon he was pulling at your hair and whispering that he was about to come. As he releases in your mouth he bends over his chest hitting the back of your head causing him to go further in your throat and making you gag. Your throat tightens around his already sensitive member causing him to let out a bit louder whine and that’s when someone from the front room sat up and looked back to try to figure out what was happening. Jisung and you look at each other in shock and embarrassment as you both thought the place was completely empty

Felix: 

You guys would be backstage at some show waiting for stray kids turn to go on stage and poor Felix, the worst part for Felix wasn’t the performance, it was the waiting, the anticipation. He would constantly get in his own head with the what if’s and shut down and get real quiet. You quickly noticed this process happening and grabbed his hand trying to help calm his nerves but when that didn’t work you looked down at your watch noticing you had enough time. You kissed below his ear pulling him out of his head space for a second then whispered to meet you in the bathroom. He walks in with a confused look as you turn to lock the door really fast, you get on your knees hooking your fingers into his waistband and explaining that you’d help him relax. He’d agree almost immediately, i mean he’d get out of his hand and have your pretty lips around him? Win win. He’d mostly stand there holding his shirt up so it won’t get in your way as you held onto the back of his thighs using it as leverage to force your mouth down his length, the eye contact between you two never wavering. He fed off the intense eye contact only breaking for seconds at a time to watch as you took his length so well, only gagging when he used his hips. You fed off his tiny moans and how he tried so hard to keep his eyes open to stare you down. He’d come in your mouth just because you guys did have to go back out but in his head he came all over your breasts. By the time he got back to the boys he had to go on stage and he was out of his own head all thanks to you and that magical mouth.

Seungmin: 

I can see Minnie saying yes to a blowjob while he’s driving like homeboy thinks it’s so hot to do things you’re not supposed to do. Like you guys would be stuck in standstill traffic and with nothing else to do and you’d just have to ask him once and he’d start unbuttoning his pants. He’d gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail and let you do your thing. Your thing including everything from licking him up the bottom of his shaft to suck your cheeks in when you got near the head of his cock. He’d try to control you in little ways like holding your head still periodically, scared you might try to pull something while he moves the car little by little through traffic. He’d let little moans and whimpers slip past his lips trying his hardest to not make it completely obvious to those around him what was happening inside his small car.  He’d eventually come down your throat as he hits the brake a little too hard, shoving himself down your throat and you can’t help but moan at the new depth. He’d let a rather loud strained moan out as he holds your hair in his grip. He’d also beg for a kiss from you wanting to taste himself off your mouth and yes it would be the hottest thing you’ve ever done.

IN: 

Jeongin loved nothing more than to finally get out of the dorms and stay the night at your apartment, getting away from the boys and their constant babying towards him to seeing you and kissing you whenever he wanted. After staying up all night catching up on what the other has been doing all week you both passed out without even an I love you in exchange. When you woke up, your body curled into Jeongin like a perfect puzzle piece. That was until you felt him poking your lower back. You smiled to yourself rolling over and peppering his face in soft kisses to wake him, he smiles at you grunting at you. When you make a comment about what he must’ve been dreaming about his eyes burst open and his cheeks redden but you kiss it away assuring him that you’d take care of it. You crawl under the blankets but not without a little protest from Jeongin saying you didn’t have to if you didn’t want to but you wanted to more than anything. You take your time with him seeing as it was morning you didn’t want to over stimulate him in any way and hurt him. You can hear his little moans from under the cover as you lick a thick strip on the vein on the underside of his cock. You take your time kissing him and just appreciating him and he enjoys it so much that when he actually comes it takes him by surprise and it’s the hardest he’s ever come. After he would have the cutest fucked out smile wanting nothing more than to just kiss you all over your face and return the favor.  

[thenovelartist]

absolutely LOVEEEE that headcanon of the boys as fathers 🥺 i was wondering if you accept requests and if you’d do a similar one of how the boys would take care/tend to the reader while they were pregnant/in labor? thank you!

I do take requests :D I quite like them, actually. ;)

Luke

She will be smothered… over smothered, that is.

“Luke, I’m pregnant; not helpless.”

He can’t help it. He cares deeply for his Rosa. Now, she’s pregnant with his child, and there is absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do for either of them.

When weathering the morning sickness stage, he’s always there, holding back her hair and rubbing her back. Always brings her water afterwards, but only after he asks if it’s okay to leave her side.

Will always help her with her shoes. Always. He knows it’s hard for her to bend down.

And no strenuous activities! Luke always handles that.

Midnight snack runs are his least favorite thing, but he still doesn’t complain as he gets whatever she’s craving. And he always calls to confirm that he gets exactly what she wants when he’s there.

Scratch that: his least favorite thing are the mood swings. Not because he can’t handle them, but because he hates when she cries. And if she’s hormonally-influenced and he can’t really rationally fix things for her, the best he can do is weather the storm with her, holding her and soothing her.

He’s the kind that will talk to his baby frequently, already telling said baby how much he can’t wait for them to arrive.

And he loves feeling the baby kicking under his hands. He’ll legit get misty-eyed every time.

Also, has pictures of the ultrasound in his pocket at all times. Which will be replaced by a picture of the baby when it arrives.

When her water breaks, Luke goes into slight panic mode as he tries to collect everything they need for the hospital.

He’s by her side every step of the way, helping her get comfortable or letting her squeeze his hand or listening to her curse his name.

And when the baby arrives, he’s able to relax, he knees almost giving out on him as he tells MC how amazing she is.

Vyn

Attentive to a fault.

“Vyn, honey, I can feel you staring.”

He’s done his research; he knows what medically is best for a pregnant woman.

And he’ll insist on that routine… mostly.

It changes when he realizes that pregnant woman are… well… how to put this nicely?

Recommending and doing are two very different things.

Morning sickness phase, and he set up the house so a garbage can is always within reach.

Will carefully hold her hair out of the way, but he won’t touch her incase that won’t help.

And will always offer water or tea or something afterwards.

He allows light exercise. Recommends it, even. He’ll take regular walks with her and let her do some work around the house, but he begs her to not pick up anything too heavy and tell him if she’s growing tired.

This man tries to control her diet, giving her healthy foods. But ultimately, he’ll cave when she cries or insists she can’t stomach whatever he’s recommending.

Ends up making her sweets frequently to sate her sweet tooth, but will cave and go grab her something if she’s having severe cravings.

Her mood swings are navigated with ease. He knows she’s hormonal, and so he doesn’t take anything personally and simply becomes the steady rock she can lean on.

He loves feeling the baby kick under his hand. He always gets a relaxed smile and keeps his hand on MC’s stomach even after the baby stops.

When her water breaks, he’s cool on the outside, but inside, he’s surprisingly nervous.

He’s talked with MC previously about what exactly she wants for the process. And he’ll be watching the doctors like a hawk to make sure she’s being properly attended to.

When the baby arrives, he’ll be sure to squeeze her hand, brush the hair from her forehead, and tell her she did a great job. The only reason he leaves her side is to then watch the doctors care for his child.

Artem

Worry. Wart.

“Artem, love, calm down. Me and the baby are just fine.”

He’s done more research than MC knows what to do with.

She’ll have to drag him away from said research to get him to come to bed.

During the morning sickness phase, he is there holding her hair back and rubbing her back, then waiting at her beck and call for anything else she needs. Water? Tea? Juice? Nothing and just carry her back to bed? He’s there.

He’s doing as many chores as possible to keep her off her feet. And will not let her help with any.

If she wants or needs anything, from massages to midnight snack runs, he is on it.

Also cooks to accommodate whatever weird cravings she has.

As for mood swings, though…

Oh, this poor man is so lost.

He goes to Celestine to beg for help with them.

Eventually, he tries his best to just be supportive and offer hugs or whatever she wants.

The first time he felt the baby kick was a total shock to him, and he won’t forget it any time soon. This man stood in total shock and awe for a solid minute.

Now, he enjoys resting his hand on her stomach when he can, in hopes of feeling a kick, but even if he doesn’t, it’s become a comfort for him.

When her water breaks, he gets very focused. He knows what needs to happen and is running through that mental list repeatedly so as to keep calm.

Whatever she wants, she gets. He’s there to help her in whatever way she needs from him. And he’s not leaving her side for so much as a second.

He does everything he can to not show the panic he’s feeling internally as he watches MC go through the process. He’s got to support her, not panic.

When the baby arrives, he’s able to calm down, though it might take him a moment to remember to kiss MC’s forehead and smother her in praise.

Marius

Honestly, he’s terrified. He tries to play it off, but he’s really worried for her well-being, seeing as his own mother passed soon after he was born.

“Marius, everything is going to be just fine.”

During the morning sickness phase, he kinda… doesn’t know what to do. So he leaves her alone when she’s in the bathroom while he’s standing just outside of it, his fists clenching and unclenching nervously. And when she’s done, he’ll wait a bit before asking if she’s okay and if she needs anything.

He wants to do everything for her, and he’ll look like a kicked puppy if scolded.

It’s just his way of protecting and caring for her, so MC will try to not get on his case too frequently.

If she needs anything, he is on it. Most of the times, he’ll go himself, but sometimes, if he can’t bear to leave her, he’ll call someone up to fetch what she needs.

When it comes to the mood swings, he’s a little lost. He eventually learns that the teasing needs to stop, but as for the rest of it… well, he just tries his best.

He’ll pamper her with bath salts and soothing and anything else he can get his hands on, hoping that those things would help her relax as much as possible. (It’s no fun to have money if he can’t spoil MC with it.)

As for the baby kicks, though, he’s in awe when he first feels it. Then he breaks out into an endearingly sweet grin.

Kisses her belly frequently and is most comfortable when he can sleep with his hand over her belly. It’s almost like he can protect it, and that’s enough to calm him.

When her water breaks, he’s a wreck.

Bag, car, hospital. They can do this. They can do this.

And maybe if he keeps repeating it, it will be true.

The most terrified of all the guys watching her go through the stages, and at one point, was almost asked to leave the room.

When the baby arrives, he’s not able to settle down quite yet. Not until everyone is cared for and get a clean bill of health.

Only then will he calm down, squeeze MC’s hand, and kiss her knuckles.

[moldisgoodforyou]

on my mom's grave

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______

“How drunk do you think we’re going to get tonight?” Sophie asked, tipping back the last of a lemon White Claw as the two of them got ready for the night in her room.

“Dunno. I’m not really feeling it tonight.”

She paused, glancing back at him. “Do you not want to go?”

He shook his head and took the can from her, disappointed to realize there was nothing left. “No, no, it’s fine. I’m cool. Probably just won’t drink.”

“Is this about the phone call with your dad earlier?”

Rafe sighed, gritting his teeth. “It’s not - I’m fine, Soph.”

She crossed her arms and eyed him over, trying to get a read on his body language. “You’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” After Rafe tugged his shirt over his head, ready much faster than Sophie, he paced around the room for a few seconds before speaking up. "Hey, so...Sarah's getting presented at the annual deb ball in spring."

Sophie seemed unbothered, turning her back to him as she wrestled her way into a crop top to get ready for the night. "Those are still a thing? Cool, so you're going home for it?" She paused, glancing over at him in his polo. "Undo another button."

He did so, then rocked back on his heels with his hands in his pockets, trying to figure out what to say next.

She slowly turned back to him, realizing he was still tense across his shoulders. "What?"

Rafe rubbed the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign he was nervous and Sophie wasn't going to like what he was about to say. "Yeah...my dad wanted you to come home for it too."

"What? Ward? Why?"

"He, kinda, uh, wants you to be presented too?"

She just laughed, turning back to the mirror with her brow furrowed in slight concentration as she applied another coat of mascara. "Okay. Sure." But when he didn't elaborate, she turned back to him again, lips pursed. "Cameron. Tell me you told him no."

"...I didn't not not tell him no."

"Rafe."

He cracked under her stare. "I'm sorry, okay! Look, it's easy, all you have to do is throw on a pretty white dress and gloves -"

"A dress that costs thousands of dollars -"

"Hundreds, but - I'll cover you, obviously -"

"No." She turned back to the mirror, shaking her head. "Fuck no. I'm not going."

"Sophie." He nearly begged, stepping closer and running his hand through his hair. "Baby. C'mon."

"Don't call me that. No. I don’t fit into that part of your world.”

"Not even for me?" He pleaded, giving her a half-hearted grin. He ignored her last sentence, knowing any argument he had for her point would be dismissed in two seconds. "I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't important, you know that."

She turned back to him with crossed arms, fixing him with a glare. "Do I know that?"

"Soph."

"Don't, Rafe." She warned, holding one hand out, but he stepped closer anyways.

"Angel. Please. For me." He forced a smile, tried cracking a joke. "I really don't want to have to call him up and get read the riot act."

She furrowed her brow and Rafe reached out and smoothed out the lines in between her eyebrows before he could stop himself, making her soften just a little. "If I were to say yes. What would I have to do?"

"Just wear the dress, attend a dinner, party the night before and party that night." He paused, thinking. "And stay at my house for the weekend. Be civil to my dad.” At her eyeroll, he fixed her with a more serious gaze. “Meet my grandparents. Hang with my sisters. C'mon, Wheezie adores you."

"You're lying."

"I'm not. She thinks you're cool. Sarah too, but she’s less likely to admit it." He kissed her forehead, hands going to her waist. "Please?"

"It's that important?"

"I swear. On my mom's grave."

Sophie frowned immediately, reaching up to fix his hair. "That's not necessary."

"You'll do it?"

"...Yes." When he made a small fist pump, she fixed him with a glare. "Only because I love you."

“I'll go down on you every night for the next two weeks -”

She rolled her eyes at his promise, shoving lightly at his chest. "You basically already do that anyways, Rafe -”

"Okay, fine, I'll tie you up, something, anything, god, thank you, Soph. You don't know how big of a favor this is. I mean it." He sighed in relief, the tension draining from his body.

She ignored him, turning back to the mirror to apply lip gloss, carefully smearing the wand across her lips. “Why does he want me to do this? I don’t understand.”

“Is that the sticky stuff? I hate that stuff, it gets all over me when we’re kissing -” He started, then quickly shut his mouth as she flipped him off without looking. “Uh, ‘to integrate you into our society.’ Direct quote.”

“Oh god.” She groaned, setting the lip gloss aside after applying it, then started searching through her jewelry case. “So I’m gonna have to be on my best kook behavior?”

He snorted. “Sophie Flint, a kook. Not likely.”

“Watch it.” She pointed a warning finger in his face. “You don’t see anything weird with this? Your dad hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you.”

“Rose does.”

“That’s not true either.”

Sophie raised her eyebrows, challenging him.

He shrugged, relenting with a sigh. “You’re not her favorite person, no, but neither am I.”

“You think this was more her idea? For Sarah to do it too?”

“Nah, actually, pretty sure it was my grandparents’ idea. Probably Granddad. My mom went through all this, so…”

She turned her back to him and gathered her hair, offering the clasp of her gold chain to him. “Your mom was a debutante?” She questioned with interest.

_______

Rafe rarely ever talked about his mom - Sophie had only found out how she died from a newspaper article in the online archives, and hadn’t wanted to bring it up since. All she knew was that Mrs. Cameron had passed away in a car accident when Rafe was fourteen.

Both Sophie and Rafe’s schools shared a building, despite them going to private academies, and overlapped for certain advanced placement classes. In freshman year, they were together for AP chemistry, with Sophie sitting proudly at the front of the class while Rafe sat in the back with a group of his friends, often cracking jokes at inappropriate times or throwing wads of paper at each other. Freshman year Sophie was the epitome of stuck-up - she resorted to insults instead of making friends and kept to herself, terrified someone might find out that she was on scholarship and wasn’t truly meant to be there.

The day after the car accident, Rafe was unusually quiet. Sophie hadn’t heard the news yet, it was barely second period and she wasn’t looped into the trail of gossip like the rest of the girls at Greenville. They were partnered for an experiment that day - Rafe had groaned when he heard Sophie’s name after his from the teacher, and Sophie barely suppressed a roll of her eyes. She took charge right away, getting all the supplies and set up their work station without even addressing him. After a few minutes, she slid the small glass of solution to Rafe, raising her eyebrows. “You can do the work too, you know.”

He was completely spaced out, only glancing up when she said something. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

Sophie rolled her eyes, lifting a beaker and extending it to him. “Yeah. I know. Just drop in 10 milliliters of the solution, it’s not hard.”

Rafe sighed as he rested his elbows on the edge of the table, rubbing his temples. “Look, can you just do it?”

She finally took note of the dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders were slumped, but misinterpreted it all. She smirked, taking on a taunting tone. “What, you’re still drunk from last night or something?”

He gritted his jaw, his entire body growing tense, and tugged at the collar of his polo. “Fuck off, Flint. Not in the mood today.”

She recoiled immediately, setting the beaker down with a little too much force. “Don’t be an asshole.”

“Don’t be a fucking bitch.” He spit back, standing abruptly. She winced as the stool squeaked across the floor, drawing everyone’s attention - as if they hadn’t had it already. Kelce stepped over and went to grab Rafe’s arm, possibly pull him away, but Rafe just wrenched his arm out of his grip. “I’m fine.” He growled, storming out of the classroom without looking back.

After a few moments of stunned silence, with Sophie on the verge of shocked tears, their teacher cleared her throat and redirected everyone’s attention, pointing one of the girls over to join Sophie instead. Molly made her way over, occupying Rafe’s seat in the space across from her. “Poor Rafe,” she murmured.

Sophie frowned, pulling her jacket tighter across her chest like a shield of armor. “Poor Rafe? What?”

Molly nodded, lowering her voice a little. “Yeah, you didn’t hear? I’m surprised he’s at school, honestly.”

“I didn’t...what happened?”

“Oh.” Molly frowned. “Um. You know that winding road, the one that goes downhill toward the ballet studio?”

Sophie didn’t, she didn’t even have a clue - the ballet studio was on the entire opposite side of the island from where she lived, the height of Figure 8, and she hadn’t ever had a reason to even venture that way. “Yeah? What does that have to do with Rafe?”

“Um, well, it was pouring last night, and his mom was driving down that road. I heard she lost control of the car and wrecked it. There was, like, a drunk driver that swerved into her lane, but she tried to avoid him and hit a tree.” Molly told her, careful on the details.

“I’m pretty sure the Camerons can replace a car.” Sophie replied, not wanting Molly to confirm where she thought she was going with the story. She dug her nails into the skin of her thigh anyways, feeling anxiety bubble up in her chest.

Molly shook her head, slowly. “Mrs. Cameron died, Sophie.”

Her heart dropped and she bit the inside of her cheek, hard. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I’m surprised you didn’t hear the sirens last night, I saw like eight police cars last night headed toward his house. I heard Sarah was in the car too, I think -”

“Is Sarah okay?” She couldn’t concentrate on anything but her ears ringing, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Oh, yeah, I think so. But god, how awful, right? The funeral is next weekend, Ward Cameron told my dad this morning. Is your family going?”

“Um...I don’t know.” Sophie glanced toward the door, hoping to god he would come back through the door and Molly would confess that it was all a joke, that she hadn’t just started something with Rafe on that day of all days.

________

Rafe nodded. “Yeah. ‘Course she was. I think she really enjoyed it, actually, she’d always tell Sarah when she was little about how pretty she would look in the dress, how important it was to learn the right etiquette and -” He cut himself off, realizing he was sharing too much, and deftly fastened the clasp before pressing a kiss to the top of her head, letting her step away. “All that.”

“Huh.”

He smiled to himself, thinking about how his mom would let little Sarah play dress up in her old ballgown with gloves that went up to her armpits, wobbling around in high heels twice the size of her feet. His mom would tell Rafe he’d have to watch out for Sarah with her escort, keep him in line, and that when he was in college he’d be presenting a girl as well. But he was nine and didn’t think of girls in that way quite yet, so he always scowled and left the room.

“It’s kind of cool, I think. The tradition of it all.”

“The ball? Have you been?” She caught his eye in the mirror as she adjusted her top, not wanting to push for too much information before he’d shut down altogether.

“No...I was gonna present Brooklyn at the one here in Columbus, sophomore year’s normally when the girl gets presented, but. Yeah. No, I meant, it’s kind of cool that you’ll be doing something my mom did.” He rubbed the back of his neck, meeting her gaze for a moment then looked away.

“Yeah?”

“She would have liked you. I know it.”

Sophie perked up a little, cocking her head. “You really mean it?”

“Yeah. She would have liked that you have an attitude with me.” He grinned when she turned back around and took his hand, tugging him over to sit on the bed next to her. “She was always saying I needed to find someone to match my energy, keep me in check. I wish she could have met you.”

“I did meet her. Once.”

He perked up, cocking his head. “You did?”

“Yeah, I served her when I was working at the restaurant at the country club once, I was only fourteen. I remember she made some comment about me being too young to work and I told her I liked it. Then she asked my name, and I remember she seemed like she knew already when I told her.” Sophie nodded. “She was really nice, left way too big of a tip and wrote my name on the bill. I always thought that was funny.”

Of course she knew, Rafe thought as he smiled to himself. She knew, because Rafe had come home and complained about a girl getting on his nerves every single week since seventh grade. She knew, when the complaints turned to “why won’t just be nice to me” and his mom had quipped that Sophie probably liked him - he had scoffed and walked away. She knew, because his mom had come home from the country club and told him Sophie Flint was a much nicer girl than Rafe painted her to be, and Rafe had immediately turned bright red and been embarrassed that his mom sought her out.

“I like that.” She leaned into him, taking his hand to play with his rings. “Will your grandparents be there? At the ball?”

“Oh, yeah. They sit on the board, I’m pretty sure, it’s this gigantic charity event. I’ll introduce you, but don’t worry, they’re chill. Nothing like my dad.” He adjusted himself so she was comfortable, then pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She chewed on the inside of her lip, treading carefully. “I thought your dad grew up on the Cut.”

“He did. But my mom, no way. Kook through and through. That’s, uh, where a lot of my trust is from. After she died, um. She wanted to be sure me and Sarah were set.” He shrugged, ears turning red as he felt his throat getting tight.

Sophie frowned, feeling him closing off, and leaned closer to hug him, arms wrapped tight around his waist. “You know you can talk to me about this stuff whenever, Rafe? I’d like to hear more about your mom. She sounds like an amazing woman.”

“She was.” He nodded, settling his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on the top of her head, closing his eyes for a moment. “Thanks, Soph. This is a really big deal to me, that you’ll go. I know it’s not your scene.”

“Love you.” She murmured. “You’d better buy me a pretty dress.”

He laughed, leaning back just enough to tip up her chin with one finger and kiss her. “You’ll be the best looking one there. I swear.”

“Oh, I already knew that.”

“Okay, okay, big head -”

She swatted his arm, laughing as she ducked out from under him. “Watch it, or I won’t go -”

“I was kidding!” He exclaimed, wrestling with her for a moment before grabbing both her hands and pinning them above her head.

Sophie sucked in a breath, caught off guard. “We are going to be late.”

“We’re already late.” He pointed out, taking a moment to realize the lack of innocence in the position, then slowly smirked. “We could be later. They’re not gonna miss us.”

“Rafe.”

“Sophie.”

“No.”

“You’re positive?”

She just gave him a look, staring him dead in the eyes and willing herself not to react when he leaned down with a grin and kissed the bridge of her nose.

“Please?”

“Fine. The ball or sex right now. You choose.” She raised her eyebrows, arching her back a little on purpose, pressing her hips up against his.

“That’s not fair.” He frowned, immediately shifting his hips away and moving so both his knees were on either side of her instead. “This is blackmail.”

“Your choice.” She reminded him, biting her lip for good measure.

He faltered, sitting back on her thighs and letting go of her wrists. “Soph, it’s - it’s for my mom. I swear. Not for my dad, Rose, anyone else.”

Sophie dropped the teasing act right away, propping herself up on her elbows. “Right, right, sorry. I won’t push it.”

“It’s alright.” He climbed off her, standing, and offered his hands. “Five bucks James makes some joke about us being late because we were having sex.”

“I’m not taking you up on that.” She rolled her eyes, accepting his hand and pulled him into a hug. “Love you long time, Cameron.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Love you too, favorite girl.”

“What do the dresses look like?”

“Uh...white?” Rafe shrugged, tugging on her hand to get her to follow him downstairs. “I dunno. When we go home for Thanksgiving I’ll book you an appointment to get fitted, I think it’s at some bridal shop on the mainland.”

“Sounds expensive.” She muttered, shaking her head.

“It’s…yeah. It’s not cheap.” He admitted, then shrugged as she followed him out the door, starting their walk toward the bars. “I’ll take care of it though. All of it. By the way, have you booked your flight home for Thanksgiving yet?”

“Um...no. I was going to look this week, it’s probably too late now though.”

“Hm.”

“Hm? Why, are you going home?”

Rafe nodded, not looking her in the eye. “Taking the plane.”

“Oh. Of course.”

“The plane...that no one else will be on...and it’s kinda ridiculous for you to waste money and carbon emissions on a separate flight…” He tried convincing her, a small smile playing on his lips as she rolled her eyes.

“You need to learn how carbon emissions work if you’re going to use that as an argument with me.”

“So that’s a no to sex on the plane?”

Sophie stopped in her tracks, confused. “That wasn’t - Rafe, what?”

“You, me, alone on the plane. Sorry, was I not clear enough?”

“I didn’t even say yes -”

“Oh, so you’re going to leave me all by myself on our one-year anniversary -”

She raised her eyebrows, challenging him. “When’s our anniversary, Rafe?”

He raised his back, stopping on the sidewalk to face her. “On my terms or yours? Because if we’re going with mine, it’s Halloween -”

“No, I had to ask you to be my boyfriend, it’s November 18th -”

“That is such an arbitrary thing, Sophie -”

“Hey! Stop stealing my vocabulary.” She interjected, pushing at his chest. “It’s the 18th, because I had to ask you out.”

“Okay. Whatever story makes you happy.” He shrugged, laughing when she shoved at him again. “Come on the plane with me.”

“...Fine. Only because I don’t want to miss our class reunion party on Wednesday night, I’m pretty sure some people still don’t believe we’re together.”

Rafe laughed loud at that, looping his arm around her shoulders and started walking again. “Pretty sure Topper still thinks it’s all an elaborate lie.”

“Does he know that we nearly hooked up in his room last winter break?”

“No.” He grinned. “Are you forgetting that you had to sprint into his bathroom right when I was about to kiss you because of some tequila thing you had?”

She tilted her head slightly. “You’re remembering wrong. That was sophomore year, before we were dating, I barely drank last year...you almost kissed me?”

“What? No, I think...remember, we were arguing over something, then you whispered in my ear to go up to his room and left. I went up a couple minutes later.” He shook his head. “I wasn’t going to make a move, Brooklyn and I were together then.”

Sophie scowled at the mention of Brooklyn. “I must have been hammered, I don’t remember any of this.”

“You wanted me.” He smirked, trailing his fingers along her collarbone. “One might say desperate.”

“No, no. All I remember is waking up in Topper’s bed feeling like shit, I had some crewneck on from your academy.” She ignored the blush creeping up her neck.

“How do you think you got there and got the sweatshirt?” He frowned. “I took care of you, Sophie. You really don’t remember?”

“I think I blacked out.” She confessed, shaking her head. “You took care of me?”

“Of course I did. Plus, I thought I was about to get some, I would have done anything for you.” He grinned, laughing when she shoved his shoulder. “Really thought that was the night I’d finally win you over.”

“Yeah, well, you can blame Sarah for her heavy pour that night.” She shook her head, smiling fondly. “I really wish I remembered that.”

“I wish you remembered too. Maybe you would have given me a chance before then instead of setting me up with Julia.”

“I - no! She asked to be set up with you, no, I did not instigate that at all.” She defended herself straightaway, cheeks flushing pink. “She said if I wasn’t going to make a move, then she was going to.”

“Sure. Whatever you believe.” He teased, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as they arrived at the bar. “Hey, Soph.”

She rolled her eyes, going to get in the winding line outside until he tugged her wrist back, pulling her to his chest. “What?”

“Thank you. I mean it.”

Sophie softened, smiling as she rose up on her toes to kiss him. “Of course, baby. I’ve got your back.”

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[stargazer-sims]

12 - The Journey Begins

Davian: Are you feeling good? Ready to start our adventure?

Félix: I’m feeling a little anxious, but optimistic as well, if that makes sense.

Davian: It does, actually. That pretty much describes how I feel, too.

Félix: I hope Ollie arrives soon. It's so frustrating that he's always late. I was hoping we’d already be on our way by now, but we can’t leave without giving him the keys to the flat.

Davian: Technically, we can. We could leave them in the shop with Mrs. P. Or we could just not bother at all. Like, if he can’t respect the timeline, that’s his problem. If he arrives in town and finds out he has no place to stay because he missed his chance to get the keys from us, too bad for him.

Félix: He could stay with Sophie and Katie.

Davian: He can’t bring his questionable women to Sophie’s place. You think Katie would put up with that?

Félix: Fair point.

Davian: Do you want to wait a bit longer for him, or do you just want to go?

Félix: I really wanted us to at least get to the border before tonight. We won’t make it that far before dark if we wait very much longer. We’ve already lost more than an hour waiting for him.

Davian: You just tell me what you want, daddy-to-be. You’re the boss.

Félix: I get a little flutter in my stomach every time you call me that.

Davian: Is it a good flutter or a bad one?

Félix: A nervous one.

Davian: Everything’s going to be fine.

Félix: Let’s go now. I’ll start putting our bags in the truck, and you can give the key to Mrs. Picard.

Davian: Okay. Are you sure you don’t want to take your car instead of my truck?

Félix: My poor little car isn’t in any shape for a trip like this. I suppose I’ll have to get a new vehicle at some point, but I hate to part with this one.

Davian: We should probably think about getting you something more reliable before the baby comes.

Félix: We’ve got time for that.

Davian: Yeah, I guess there’s no big hurry for it. So, do you want to drive first, or do you want me to?

Félix: I will. It’ll give me something to focus on. You can choose the music. Then, when we stop somewhere for lunch, we can switch.

Davian: Sounds good. Can you manage the suitcases by yourself?

Félix: I’m not fragile yet, Dav.

Davian: Yeah, but I kinda worry, you know?

Félix: If you’re like this now, how are you going to be later?

Davian: A total wreck, probably.

Félix: Silly man. But, I love you for wanting to take care of me. Now, go and drop off those keys, so we can get on the road, please.

Davian: Got it. Do you—

Ollie: (out of frame) Hey! It figures I’d find you guys making out in public.

Félix: You’re late, Olivier.

Ollie: Don’t blame me. I was with this hot girl, and she made me lose track of time, so I had to catch a later bus, and… What the actual hell are you wearing, Félix? You couldn’t find a shirt with enough length to cover your belly button?

Félix: I assume you weren’t able to find one with enough width to cover yours?

Ollie: At least my shirt doesn’t have flowers and ruffles on it.

Davian: Olivler, can you try not to be a total ass for a change?

Ollie: I’m not being an ass. That outfit is embarrassing. Like, I’m getting secondhand embarrassment just looking.

Davian: Then maybe you should stop looking.

Ollie: Wow. Who stuck a thorn in your bum cheek this morning? I tease Félix about his girly clothes all the time. It’s funny.

Félix: It’s not funny.

Ollie: Well, I guess when you compare it to the thing you were wearing at the Internet Awards, it’s almost normal. That shit was funny. You should’ve seen Dad’s face when I showed him the pictures. It was priceless. Did you not know you were going to be seen by like, hundreds of thousands of people online, or what?

Félix: *quietly* Y-yes.

Ollie: Maybe somebody should’ve given you an award for your pictures going viral. Talk about shock value.

Félix: Davian, I… I need the keys. I’m going upstairs to change.

Davian: You don’t need to change.

Félix: Yes, I do.

Davian: No, you don’t. You’re okay, Fé. He didn’t mean it.

Félix: I know, but…

Davian: You’re still worried about that thing we talked about, aren’t you?

Félix: Yes. Sorry.

Davian: It’s going to be fine, love. Remember what I told you.

Ollie: Holy crap, what is with you guys today? Félix, are you sure you’re not already pregnant? Because that’s a pretty dramatic mood swing, bro.

Davian: Can you just shut up, Ollie? Your brother’s feeling a little sensitive right now, and you’re not helping. We’re going through some stressful personal shit here, which you obviously know since you brought it up.

Ollie: Yeah. Sophie told me. Personally, I think—

Davian: Don’t even go there, man. I swear to the Watcher, if you say one more thing to upset your brother, I’m going to kick your skinny ass all the way to Strangerville.

Ollie: Okay, okay. Sorry. I guess you guys can’t take a joke today.

Félix: I told you, it’s not funny. None of it, but especially not our baby.

Ollie: You’ve thought about this seriously, right?

Félix: You think we haven’t?

Ollie: It’s just that I can’t imagine you doing this if you’d thought about it for even like, five seconds. I mean, I figured just the idea of morning sickness would put you off. Not saying anything about labour pains and all that.

Davian: There’s no labour, dumbass. You gotta have lady parts for that. She’s going to be delivered surgically.

Ollie: That’s going to leave an impressive scar. Should look great with those skimpy tops.

Davian: Ollie—

Ollie: Fine. I’m done.

Davian: You’d better be.

Félix: Dav, can we go now, please?

Davian: Two minutes, love. Then we’ll be on our way, okay? Ollie, here’s the key. You can have your flavour of the moment over for a night or two, but no parties. And no leaving the place in a huge mess. You know your brother hates that. And stay the hell outta my work room. Got it?

Ollie: Fine. Can I have the keys to your car, Félix?

Félix: No.

Ollie: What? Why not?

Félix: Because I don’t share with people who aren’t nice to me.

Ollie: How am I supposed to get around town? Please, Félix? I’ll take care of it.

Félix: You can ride the bus.

Ollie: Oh, that’ll be super impressive to the ladies. Thanks a lot.

Davian: Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you decided to hurt your brother’s feelings.

Ollie: Come on! It was literally a joke!

Davian: Maybe you didn’t notice how no one was laughing. Anyway, we’re out of here. Don’t wreck the place, and try not to piss off the landlord too much.

Ollie: Your landlord is a hardass.

Davian: No, she isn't. She just doesn't like you.

Ollie: Or maybe she's uptight because she's not getting any.

Davian: Here's a pro tip. How about you stay away from her and keep your gross opinions to yourself? You'll get into less trouble that way.

Ollie: Is that it?

Félix: If you need anything, call Sophie, not us.

Ollie: Bye! Have a great trip!

Ollie: Ugh… Finally, they’re gone. I’m so not here for all that baby nonsense and all their other weird shit. Now, where’s my phone…? I’ve gotta get the party planning started.

[spiritshaydra]

Looks like I haven’t posted art here in months and this is my fourth time trying to add a description to this because it keeps getting purged whenever I switch tabs >:( 

Anywho, here’s some Pokémon gijinkas I finished earlier in the week ^^

Additional info stolen from my amino post down below c:

Howdy!

This took me WAY longer than I thought it would. I started this group back in December, and only now just completed it ^^

I’ll be showing them off in the order I finished them along with some info on each character c:

✨Here they are!✨

🏙 Reshiram 🏙

She’s not as complex as the rest of the batch because she started off as just a headshot test and practice for drawing humans ^^’ then everything else kinda just got more complex. Her design is more of a work in progress than the rest.

She’s a living lie detector :)

🎆 Palkia 🎆

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She took a LONG time to draw and is probably the most complex. Sorta. She’s also probably one of the first gijinkas I’ve designed so her design is pretty solid for now. She’s based off of Roman gladiators and Valkyries. Palkia is also a total jock with a short fuse that constantly gets in fights with her brother, Dialga. She’s kinda a loud idiot but that’s okay. She’s also very rash and tends to act before thinking. Will kick down doors and attempt to put brother in a headlock. Probably chugs sport drinks and punches drywall. Will challenge poor unfortunate souls into doing arm wrestling matches. Has very strong opinions on science fiction. (Stuff with space is superior!) Curses like a sailor and likes to get creative with insults. Cannot organize things at all. Room probably looks like a bomb went off. Has the worst handwriting in her family. Middle child and the shortest out of her siblings. Is uncomfortable around Giratina but feels bad about it.

🌄 Giratina 🌄

Giratina’s another one that I’ve had designed for a while and am pretty happy about it! I tried to give her a more inhuman and unsettling appearance (gaunt features, pale skin, sunken eyes, long limbs, digitigrade legs, four arms, etc) She’s pale from the lack of sunlight and her hair is borderline uncontrollable. It’s in a constant state of poofy rat’s nest.

Believe it or not, she’s probably the friendliest out of her family despite her off putting demeanor. She completely lacks social skills and is still trying to learn how to speak normally after being locked away for eons. She’s best friends with a Shaymin and has gardening as a hobby. She just really wants friends :( She likes stupid paranormal shows and animated movies. Not violent at all unless provoked. Absolutely fascinated by car windows and toasters. She’s the second tallest and the “baby” out of her family. She wishes to have better relations with her siblings and parent but struggles :(

🌺 Shaymin 🌺

Shaymin. Oh boy Shaymin. So with her I was wanting to do something completely different from the usual Lolita and cutesy based gijinkas. So I made her a punk :) Shay acts like she eats nails for breakfast and isn’t afraid to fight god. She’s short but by god, she’s going to go for the kneecaps. She has a nasty temper and is very protective of her strange noodly demon bestie. Taught her how to garden. She’s loud, argumentative, and ‘Tina’s siblings are probably more scared of her than the Terror of The Distortion World. Does not do well in cold weather. She rides a motorbike, and is the one who generally drags ‘Tina around to get her used to the normal world. Big fan of slasher films and loud aggressive music. Loves nature and is generally enthusiastic about funky plants.

Very short. Very aggressive. Wears stud covered platform boots.

🪐 Arceus 🪐

Oh boy. Arceus.

He was VERY hard to design but I think I’m happy with the results. For now. I wanted him to look somewhat regal and nasty, and not exactly human.

He’s a major asshole, prick, and elitist, and is petty to the highest degree. Got offended whenever someone suggests that he should go to an anger management class. Probably a Karen. He’s the type to wear a fluffy bathrobe while drinking box wine on a lawn chair on the porch to look scornfully at the neighbors whenever they get too close. Not a great parent. (Loves his gaggle of goblins in his own strange way) Kinda hates everyone. Rude. VERY VERY short temper. VERY stubborn. He’s short and is going to make it everyone else’s problem. (Refuses to just... change his height himself. ‘Cause he’s some primordial creation entity. He just... doesn’t) He woke up one morning and just chose violence. takes great pride in his creations. Awful taste in music. No sense of style. Cant dance. He’s offputting and unsettling to be around because he has a very “off” feeling about him. Really really likes to get the upper hand on others. There are a f e w times when he actually acts like a decent person. Likes to put an air of regality onto him even though he’s a total train wreck. Wears three to four inch heels.

🌌 Dialga 🌌

DIALGA. I also wanted to do something different with him! So I made him a nerd. He likes to take things apart and put them back together. Especially clocks. He’s more level headed than his sisters and has a longer fuse than Palkia. But he’s also very stubborn. He’s a total workaholic and perfectionist. He doesn’t sleep much and can be a nervous wreck whenever he’s behind on whatever schedule he runs on. He gets into fights with his younger sister a LOT and will often try to use her as a lab rat. They’re sorta like Yzma and Kronk. But he’s less diabolical and Palkia’s more aggressive. Like Palkia, He also has very strong opinions on science fiction (Stuff with time travel is WAY better!) he’s also very organized if not organized chaos. He wears a heavy pair of boots that one could hear from a mile away. Think large goth boots with metal in the soles somewhere. Also a metal head. He will blast loud metal or rock music (sometimes more classic rock. Depends on the mood) as he works on whatever insane project he decided to tinker on. He has a large collection of very cursed socks. Somewhat poor eyesight. Generally easier to get along with than Palkia who’s more abrasive. He tends to think more before acting upon things. Probably runs on entirely coffee and energy drinks. B A D taste in fashion. But not worse than Palkia. Likes to read. Not very good handwriting. Tends to bump his head on doorframes. Will walk into things if lost in thought. The tallest out of his family and the oldest out of his sisters. He’s somewhat afraid of ‘Tina.

Approximate Time Taken: About 27 hours

Program Used: Procreate

[keanureevesisbae]

Coach Cavill - Chapter 11

Summary: Amelia and Henry are going apple picking.

Coach!Henry Cavill x Amelia Jung (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 5.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: I don’t know Henry’s family (well duh 🙄), but I wrote them in a way it would fit into this story. However, please keep in mind that this is in no way reality. Also, I know it has been over a month since I last updated this fic, so thank you for your patience 🥰

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After what seemed the longest day at school, I quickly drove home, so I could get ready for my date with Henry. I’ve been looking forward to it since the moment we agreed to it. I love apple picking and the fact that I get to spend even more time with Henry, is definitely something I’m not saying no to.

Yesterday morning and this morning Henry came by to bring us all something nice to drink (a caramel cappuccino in the morning just hits different) and to pick up his sandwiches. I can’t believe that this is actually happening right now. After divorcing Dean, I thought dating was out of the question, really. I figured Dean would move on with his new girlfriend (and I mean, he certainly did: they’re getting married and have a baby—I think that definitely qualifies for moving on), while I would sit in my house, surrounded by my kids and my friends and I’d probably date when I was over fifty, when the kids would be long off on their own.

I mean, I wasn’t opposed to it. I had been with the same man since I was eighteen, being on my own felt like an entire lifetime ago and I was thoroughly enjoying it.

However, I met Henry and it seems to fit. I wouldn’t have dared to dream someone like him fitting here so perfectly.

My house is filled with kids. They all know I’m going out and when I’m gone, they have the place to themselves and don’t have to—and I’m quoting both myself and Eve here—use their inside voices as Eve is still working. While Benji, Lola, Jake, Isabella and Yara are all hanging on the couches watching some tv, I’m frantically running around, in order to get myself ready for this date. I took a quick shower, to clean myself up a little, since there was a slight peeing incident today at school and unfortunately, some got spilled on me. Not on accident of course. Poor kid was really anxious the entire day, since it’s not going well with his grandma. Besides, my own kids and Eve’s kids all peed or puked on me at least once, so you could say I have seen my fair share.

‘Amelia,’ Lola says, as I’m pacing through the living room, ‘why are you nervous?’

‘I’m not nervous,’ I tell her.

Benji smiles. ‘Yes mom, you are. Relax, it’s not a big deal. It’s just a date.’

I sigh deeply, knowing deep down that it’s not a big deal and I should relax. It’s indeed just a date and I already know Henry. He comes by in the morning and gives me a kiss. Nothing to worry about. ‘Am I looking too casual?’ I ask them, as I look down to my tight blue jeans, the thick black sweater and the black ankle boots. I have my warm white coat ready on the backrest of the seat. ‘This is too casual,’ I conclude.

‘Mom,’ Isabella says, while she sits on Lola’s lap, ‘you look really pretty and I know that Henry thinks so too. This morning he said that you looked really pretty.’

He did what? ‘When did he say that to you?’ I ask her.

‘When you were checking your bag.’ Isabella smiles and I can’t even hide my blush.

The doorbell rings and I let out a high pitched scream.

Yara starts to giggle. ‘You can do this, Amelia,’ she says. ‘Really you can.’

I can’t believe I need a few kids to hype me up, but to be fair: I am a bit rusty in the whole dating department. If they think I’m a nervous wreck now, they should’ve seen me seventeen years ago when I went on a date with Dean. ‘I know, I’ve got this,’ I say as casual as possible. I walk to the door and when I open it, I’m met with the beauty that is called Henry Cavill. His coat hangs open, only to reveal yet another cable sweater.

‘You are absolutely breathtaking,’ Henry says with a smile. ‘I’m so lucky.’

My mouth falls open. ‘You have got to be kidding me,’ I laugh. ‘Seriously Henry, you are already the embodiment of perfection and then you say this.’

Henry looks at his shoes and from the looks of it, he is trying to cover up a blush. That is adorable, really.

‘I just have to get my coat. You want to come in?’

‘Of course,’ he says, when I step to the side to let him in.

‘Where is Kal?’ I ask him. ‘I haven’t seen him in a while.'

‘Greg and Annabelle are watching him. I can’t say no to that sweet face.’

‘Whose sweet face?’ I ask with a chuckle.

Henry simply rolls his eyes, but lets out a laugh anyway

‘Oh, by the way, you have to know there are three teenagers and two young girls sitting in the living room.’

He nods. ‘Nothing I can’t handle.’ He closes the door behind me and presses a light kiss on forehead. ‘Did I already say to you that you’re pretty?’

‘You told me I was breathtaking,’ I say with a smile. ‘But I did hear you were talking to my daughter about how pretty I looked this morning.’

He chuckles. ‘I might’ve.’ I feel his lips on the tip of my nose and my stomach twists and turns in a pleasant way. I almost forgot how the first weeks of a new relationship type of thing feels like.

I clear my throat as I try to regain some composure and together we enter the living room. Jake starts to make kissy sounds, causing me to roll my eyes. ‘Grow up, will you?’ I say to him, as I grab my coat.

Henry gently pulls it out of my hands, before holding it up for me, so I can easily slide my arms through the sleeves.

This man… Is he honestly real? I hope every minor on that couch is making mental notes, because this is peak gentleman behavior and I want them all to remember this for when they start dating.

‘I won’t,’ Jake laughs. ‘This is way too much fun.’

‘Well, I’ll keep this in mind for when you start dating,’ I say, as I zip up the coat. ‘Remember, I can embarrass you even better. Remind me, how old were you again when you peed on my porch?’

Yara pretends to vomit, while Isabella exclaims: ‘Ew, you peed on our porch? That’s disgusting!’

‘I think he was six the first time, mom,’ Benji says with a chuckle and Lola starts to laugh as well, before adding: ‘And the last time he was ten.’

‘You wouldn’t, right?’ Jake asks, his eyes enlarged.

‘If you don’t zip it, I definitely will. I have tons up my sleeve,’ I say with a smile. ‘Okay, kids, I’ll be back around dinner time. Isabella and Yara, please don’t touch the stove and oven. If you need something, ask the older kids, okay?’

‘Yes,’ the two of them say.

‘If you guys need anything, just remember, Eve is next door and I’m one phone call away.’

The five of them nod. ‘We know.’

‘Also, I’d rather have something left to eat here, so please don’t be swines and eat everything.’

‘We won’t,’ they all say.

‘And—’

‘Amelia, just go!’ Lola laughs. ‘We know how to behave ourselves here. It’s not the first time we’re alone here.’

‘Yes, mom, we’ll manage,’ Benji adds.

I nod, realizing I’m totally overreacting. They are home alone here all the time, while I hang out with Eve and Johnny. This isn’t new. ‘Right, you are totally right. I’m so sorry.’

‘Have fun,’ my daughter says.

‘We will,’ I say, ‘and Jake, for the love of God, don’t say: but not too much fun.’

‘How did you know I was about to say that?’ he asks, his voice a bit higher from sheer surprise.

‘You are fairly predictable,’ Henry says. ‘Even I knew you were going to say that.’

I finally manage to leave the place with Henry and when we’re finally in his truck, I lean over to give him a long kiss on his soft lips. He hums against my mouth, as he places his rough hand on my cheek. I can’t believe he actually deepens the kiss, but I’m not complaining at all. I could kiss this man non stop for hours on end, without getting tired of it. When we let each other go, I smile. ‘I really missed you,’ I say, ‘though I saw you this morning. Is that too clingy?’

‘Not too clingy at all, because I missed you too. I can’t get quite enough of you.’ He starts the car when we put on the seatbelts and he says: ‘I bought the ingredients you told me to buy for the pies. I also bought some whipped cream, because Greg told me if I were going to eat one of your apple pies, there has to be whipped cream on top of it.’

‘Greg is an absolute angel for reminding you, because I am out of whipped cream and he is totally right. Did you know I won the pie baking contest back in middle school with my fabulous apple pie?’

‘I did not know,’ Henry says, as he drives off. He mindlessly places his hand on my leg and I can’t stop myself to place mine on top of it. ‘I really look forward to this,’ he admits. ‘I have never been apple picking before.’

‘It’s so much fun. Pro tip: you have to walk at least twenty minutes before you start picking. Then you find the best apples.’

‘Good thing I have an expert with me,’ he says. ‘Greg told me it would be fun.’

‘You tell Greg quite a lot,’ I say with a chuckle. ‘Well, no wonder he kept wiggling his eyebrows at me yesterday.’ I wrap my arms around his thick one, before placing my head on his bicep. When Dean and I were still married, I could never sit against him like this in the car, because our seats were separated. Henry’s truck allows me to scoot over a bit to the middle, so I can melt against his broad frame. ‘I’m sorry about Jake,’ I say.

‘Well, don’t be. I really love the way you are with not only your kids, but also with Eve’s. It truly shows how close you guys are. I think it’s great you two live next to one another and you can always lean on each other.’

‘It sure is.’

‘Tell me, Amelia, how was your day at school?’

I tell him about how the kids were sweet today and how we made some Halloween related drawings. I even mention the slight peeing incident, but also that it was no big deal really. ‘How was your day?’

‘It was okay,’ he says, but I can hear his voice flatten a bit.

I look to the side, only to discover a deep frown between his brows. From the looks of it, today was not okay. ‘What happened?’

‘My mother called,’ he says, ‘telling me to come back home.’

‘Oh,’ I say. That can’t be good? ‘Are you going back?’

‘No of course not, I just arrived here. Besides, my life here is much better than in Jersey.’ He sighs. ‘She thought it was a horrible idea to move here. She also didn’t approve of my choices of work and sure doesn’t like it I’m doing it overseas now.’

‘Why not?’

‘Well, when you have four brothers who are either with the Marines, lawyers and all that stuff, you could say I’m the loser of the family.’

‘Or are you the only one that followed their heart?’ I ask. ‘I mean, do you even know if your brothers enjoy what they do?’

He simply shrugs. It’s been hard on Henry to open up, I can see that. ‘Henry,’ I say, ‘when I grew up, I wanted to work at the mortuary.’

‘What?’ he asks. ‘Really?’

‘Yeah, I went to my granddad’s funeral and I was in that age where I wanted to experience everything. The woman who helped us arranging the funeral, I was in awe of her. I went with her probably the entire time and she told me what she did for a living. I was actually planning on becoming one, figuring out to what colleges I had to go to, but then I went to Korea. After I came back, I realized I didn’t want to work with the dead, but with the living and preferably our future.’ Realizing that, per usual, I’m about to miss the point I was going to make. ‘What I’m trying to say with this, was that every career move I had in mind, it wasn’t something my parents wanted me to do. They envisioned me becoming a doctor, or a a lawyer, owning my own business. But they just accepted all the choices I made, whether they liked it or not.’

Henry laughs. ‘Wow,’ he says. ‘I just can’t believe you wanted to work at a mortuary. You sure are quite something, Amelia.’

‘I like to keep on surprising.’

‘Figured. What about your kids?’

I chuckle. ‘They have interesting plans. Benji wants to become a career judoka, but I told him he needs to think about getting a degree. He might be quite the judoka now, but what if one day he gets injured or he doesn’t make it? So he came up with the idea of either becoming a dentist or a coach, like you.’

‘Really?’

‘Mhm and to be honest, I’m leaning more towards coach. I think he would be really good at that. He really has an eye for the details, with not only himself, but also with others. And Isabella wants to be famous, but she hasn’t figured out how she’ll get famous.’

He nods. ‘And you support them?’

‘Of course, they are my kids. The point is that your parents should accept you and your choices. The idea of parenting is that you prepare your kids to be ready for the world, not to dictate their lives. You might have an idea of what type of career fits them best, but they have to decide for themselves, make their own choices and mistakes. Besides, I could think of worse career moves. I mean, a judo coach is a great job and being famous… It’s quite something, I have to give her that and with Isabella’s personality, she would enjoy it so much. She loves being in the spotlights, preferably alone.’

‘You’re an excellent mother. Mine could learn a thing or two from you.’ Henry parks the car on the lot, but doesn’t get out. It’s almost like he wants to say something else to me. Knowing how hard it can be for some people to open up, I decide to wait and see whether or not he wants to tell me what is on his heart. ‘You know,’ he starts with a sigh, ‘my mom never went to one of my games.’

‘Are you kidding me?’ I ask him. ‘I’m so sorry.’

‘Seeing these kids here, with their entire support system at the games, it warms my heart. I’m happy they have that.’

I study his face. ‘But you can be a bit jealous,’ I say. ‘That’s allowed.’

‘By you?’

‘By everyone. We all want something we didn’t have growing up and that’s normal. Parents try—or at least it appears as if they do—but they can never give their kids what they deserve. It pains me to know that there are things that I can’t provide for my kids or that I can’t meet their needs. I remember when I was doing my first internship at a primary school, I saw this mother who had four beautiful daughters. That’s what I wanted: sisters or brothers. I was all alone growing up and people would kill for that, but I just wanted a companion within my family. But my parents couldn’t give me that.’ I send him a reassuring smile. ‘Believe me, it can be hard to see kids who have what you have always wanted growing up or kids that are deprived of that what you had.’

Henry nods. ‘Wise woman you are.’

‘Shut up.’

‘I mean it! And just know that when I look over at the bleachers now and I see you, I realize that you are my support system.’

That is the sweetest thing someone has ever said to me.

We get out of the car and all the nerves I experienced back in my own house, are all gone now, especially when he reaches over to hold my hand. Being around Henry is so easy and it worried me  a bit I didn’t feel so tense and nervous around him. When I first started dating Dean, I was a nervous wreck for at least two months. But maybe it’s unfair to compare teen Amelia, to adult Amelia who is divorced and has two kids.

When we arrive at the apple picking field, Henry hands me a bucket and together we walk over the grass, finding the spot with the best apples. ‘So tell me all about the divorce, Henry.’

He chuckles. ‘How long have you been thinking about this?’

‘To be fair? The second you told me about it. I mean, who would divorce you?’

‘I could say the same thing about you. You are the catch of the town.’

‘You are too,’ I say.

He bites his bottom lip as he stares ahead of him. ‘Okay, so I told you that my parents wanted me to marry her and her family wanted her to marry me.’

‘Yes.’

‘And how she dated my friend behind my back and we got divorced, right?’

‘Yes. I’m just curious to why you agreed to it?’

He snickers. ‘It had to do with a trust fund.’

‘Trust fund? That is honestly a thing?’ I ask.

Henry nods. ‘It is. So, if I married her, I would eventually get access to the trust fund.’

Eventually. That isn’t promising. ‘But you got divorced,’ I note. ‘What happened to the trust fund?’

‘It is now a yacht, owned by my parents.’

I place my hand on his arm. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’

‘Never expected the word fucking to leave the lips of kindergarten teacher Amelia Jung,’ he chuckles. ‘But no, I’m not kidding. When I divorced Vera, that’s my ex, they knew she slept with my best friend, but they blamed me.’

This is absolutely infuriating me. ‘You have to give me your parents’ number,’ I say in all seriousness, ‘so I can call them and tell them their parenting style is honestly unbelievable. Henry you are a grown man! You should decide for yourself who you are dating or what kind of career you want to pursue. And that trust fund thing, how low, my goodness.’

Henry chuckles. ‘You understand why I had to leave?’

‘Oh, I more than understand, I just wonder why you didn’t leave sooner. I really don’t want to talk badly about your parents since I don’t know them, but this crosses a line. What an idiots.’

He nudges my side. ‘This fired up look really suits you, Amelia,’ he admits. ‘I like it.’

I look up and he smiles. He is so beautiful, my oh my. ‘Can I ask you something?’

‘Always.’

‘How rich are your parents? I don’t need a number, but just an indication.’

‘They are pretty rich,’ he says. ‘Like, there is a possibility we would have marry a distant cousin to keep the money in the family, if there are no more trusted family friends who are single.’

Why do I know exactly what kind of family this is about? ‘I didn’t know Jersey had those types of rich.’

‘We keep on surprising,’ he chuckles. ‘Honestly, I never really fitted in, always the black sheep of the family. I’m just grateful I’m out of there and living my own life, even if it’s at age thirty eight.’

‘Luna Meadows sure is lucky to have you here.’ I stand on my toes, to give him a kiss on his soft lips. ‘You sure you don’t want me to call your parents?’

‘I don’t think they are ready for that,’ he smiles. ‘If they find out I’m dating you, they’ll flip.’

Oh my, we’re dating? Is that what he is saying? ‘Is it because I’m Korean?’

He shakes his head. ‘No, it’s more you having kids.’

‘Don’t your parents want grandkids? I thought everyone with kids is desperate to become grandparents.’

‘They do, just blood related grandkids.’

I simply scoff. ‘Your parents are a piece of work.’

‘You can say that again.’ I’m already opening my mouth, but he is way ahead of me. ‘Don’t even think about it,’ he chuckles. We start picking some good looking apples, as the late autumn sun warms my back. ‘Okay Amelia, I see a nice apple, but I can’t reach.’

‘Well, that sucks,’ I say, ‘because of you can’t reach it, I certainly ca— Oh no! Henry, put me down!’ I scream as he wraps his arm around my legs, lifting me up.

‘It’s the one on your right,’ he tells me, but I have closed my eyes shut. ‘Come on, Jung, it’s not that high!’

‘It is!’ I say. ‘You know I’m afraid of heights.’

‘I know you are. Just pick that one apple.’

I manage to open only one eye and quickly grab the one on my right. After I nearly broke the branch while picking it, he carefully puts me down. ‘That wasn’t funny, coach Cavill,’ I tell him, pointing dangerously at him with my pointer finger.

‘Oh look at that,’ he chuckles, ‘the teacher-finger.’

I try not to smile, but I fail. ‘Shut up.’

He bites his bottom lip, only making my heart pound really fast. Is he aware of the effect he has on my heart, especially when he does that? Henry leans in to give me a quick peck on my lips.

Amelia, please, now is not the time to faint.

‘Excuse me,’ I hear a voice behind me say and I cannot believe it’s Trixie again. Of course she is here, to ruin my fantastic date. She accidentally sat in the booth next to me on my second date with Dean, together with her friends. ‘Coach Cavill, I wanted to talk to you about George, is now a good time?’

I want to smack that smug grin of her face. No, now isn’t a good time and any human being with even one braincell could’ve figured that out.

Henry clears his throat, obviously a little caught off guard. ‘Uh, what did you wanted to talk about?’ he asks, as he scratches himself in the back of his neck.

‘His progress.’

Well, I can tell her all about that: her twelve year old is just as bad as he was three years ago. There is no progress with George Yates.

‘I think we should have that conversation a little later,’ Henry says with a professional tone, ‘when we’re at the center for example. I have video material and all. We could have a chat tomorrow, before training.’

‘Can’t wait,’ she says. ‘Amelia, are you having fun?’

‘Mhm, we’re going to make an apple pie at his place,’ I say, holding up the basket. ‘Remember, back in middle school when we were in that pie baking contest and I made one of my famous apple pies. What did you make again?’

Her face grows pale.

‘Oh right, pecan pie, with that very dark crust.’

Trixie is ready to skin me alive and honestly, I can’t really blame her, because I have been in her shoes more than once. For years her words would stab me like knives and now it’s the other way around. I remember when I came back from Korea, the way she gave me a hard time because my band Forever Hope disbanded. I mean, what did she accomplishment in those years? A date with Lucas Yates?

However, back then I just ignored her, but now I can’t. She will do anything to discredit me, but after that last phone call I had with Eve, when Trixie told me how I did not want to host a baby shower and a sweet sixteen at the same time, I felt this newly gained power to not allow her words to get to me.

I came to the realization that Trixie is still stuck in her high school mentality, while I grew up and actually matured. This gossiping and undermining thing was ridiculous back in school, but now… It’s still ridiculous, but also just plain pathetic. And maybe my comments aren’t exactly mature, but this is honestly just a small part of the payback she deserves after all those years of nearly bullying me.

‘Well, Trixie, Henry and I have some baking to do. See you later.’ I grab Henry by his hand and pull him with me. Henry doesn’t say a word on our way back to the truck, but once we’re both seated, he starts to laugh. ‘What?’ I ask.

‘How much underlying anger was in that conversation?’

‘Oh, quite a lot,’ I chuckle. I try not to think about the whole kid thing, because I honestly think it’s too soon for Henry and I to have that discussion. ‘Trixie and I go way back and I just felt this need to tell her off. Sorry.’

‘No need for apologies, remember?’ He places his hand on my leg and gives me a comforting squeeze. ‘Just so you know: I like you seeing you like this.’ He leans over and presses a kiss on my lips. ‘Now let’s go and make that famous apple pie of yours.’

✰ ✰ ✰

Making apple pie with Henry was nearly impossible. For starters, I had to make a checklist of every single thing that needed to be done at his place and spoiler alert: it’s a lot. I don’t want to call this place a dump, but… It kind of resembles one, if I’m being honest. When I finally managed to get myself to the kitchen, he continued to distract me with hugs and kisses. I mean, it’s not the worst thing I could think of (it was quite romantic), but once I’m baking pies, there is just this instant switch and I have a severe case of tunnel vision.

But of course, I managed to pull it off, with shockingly little help of Henry (but he made it all up by being handsome and handing me the stuff I needed). Now we are waiting for the three pies to cool a bit, as we are sitting on the couch. ‘I didn’t get any texts from the kids,’ I say, as I stare at my phone. ‘Or Eve for that matter. Are they okay?’

‘I think you are worrying too much.’

‘I’m not,’ I tell him, but when I look up and see his eyes, I realize I’m lying. ‘Okay, maybe I worry too much. It’s a trait I got only after the divorce. I usually was pretty chilled, very laid back, however when they went to their dad for the first time after the divorce… I was a nervous wreck. I think I finished up an entire bottle of wine and some.’

‘Oh no,’ he chuckles. ‘I’m sorry.’ He wraps an arm around my shoulders and lets out a sigh. ‘But I think it’s a mom’s job to worry.’

‘Yeah, part of the job, indeed.’

He doesn’t say anything for a while, but then he breaks the silence by saying: ‘You know, I keep thinking about Benji and that… anger outburst he had the other day.’

‘I know, I know, we’re trying to work on it, but… He just bottles up all of his emotions and then they come out uncontrolled. It’s so uncharacteristic of him, but he has been having them since he was little. I just worry sometimes he might hurt someone.’

‘I understand,’ Henry whispers.

‘But when he was younger, he would also save it when it was just us, when his dad wasn’t around. Probably because I just let him have his rage, before finally stopping when it was about to get out of hand. Dean on the other hand would get really angry. I think he felt and still feels safer to do it when he is with me.’

‘Understandable.’

‘I just worry a lot and that resulted in quite a few grey hairs.’

‘Listen,’ he says, ‘you are doing an excellent job, that I can guarantee. I mean, listen only to my parents and how much of a train wreck they are.’

I chuckle. ‘That’s a wonderful compliment, thanks for that, Henry.’

‘You understand what I mean.’

‘I sure do and… I know I’m doing good, but sometimes I just lack so much in my own opinion.’ I lean towards him, to press a long kiss on his lips. Before he can say anything to that last statement I made, I say: ‘We should get going. Think the pies are ready.’

‘And you desperately want to get back to your children, copy that.’

Henry and I get in his truck, with the slightly steaming pies covered in tea towels so you won’t burn your hands when you hold them. I adore being in a car with him, especially when he places his hand on my thigh. When we arrive home, Henry holds the pies in his hands and when I open the door, I only hear Isabella’s and Benji’s laughs, meaning the other kids went home. I’ll bring the other pie to Eve’s tonight. ‘Hi sweeties,’ I say when I walk into the living room, seeing the two of them on the couch.

‘Mom!’ They jump up and rush towards me and hug me close. ‘How was it?’ Benji asks.

‘It was wonderful,’ Henry says, ‘and you kids are lucky your mom loves you a lot, because otherwise I would’ve eaten all of this all by myself.’

Benji holds out his hands to help Henry out and brings the pies to the kitchen. Isabella jumps up and with one arm he balances her on his hip. ‘You wouldn’t, right?’

‘Oh, I think he would,’ I chuckle.

We walk to the kitchen, where Benji already has four plates prepared. ‘Oh shoot,’ I say to Henry, ‘I left the whipped cream in the car.’

‘I’ll get it, no worries,’ he says with a smile, before turning around, as he grabs his keys from the counter.

When he is out of hearing distance, Isabella pokes my arm. ‘And?’

‘And what?’ I ask her.

‘Did you two kiss again?’

The fact that I’m stammering, is the answer to her question. ‘Why do you care?’ Benji asks his little sister.

‘It’s just so romantic,’ she exclaims and wraps her arms around my shoulders, pressing her cheek against mine.

Henry walks back in with the whipped cream, tosses it up, before catching it with his other hand. Show off, I think to myself. ‘Who wants some?’ he asks.

‘I do, I do!’ Isabella says.

‘On your nose or on the pie?’ Henry asks with a smile.

‘On the pie,’ she chuckles. ‘You are a pig.’

‘You can’t just call people pigs,’ I say to her, softly squeezing her side.

‘You do it all the time, mom.’

‘Some things need to stay within the Jung family, honey,’ I whisper in her ear. ‘Okay, Isabella, pick a piece.’

We take our plates with the piece of pie and the whipped cream and sit at the table. Benji is seated next to me and when I look to the side, I notice him looking at Henry and how he is treating Isabella. I bump my knee against his and our eyes meet. My sweet boy, I think to myself. He sends me a quick smile and I chuckle.

‘Benji and Isabella, do you mind if I talk to you two about something?’

‘Is it something we did?’ Benji asks, his voice dripping with worry.

I place my hand on his wrist. ‘No, sweetheart, it’s nothing you did.’

Henry shakes his head. ‘It’s just something I need you to know.’

Isabella looks up to the side, as she takes in the broad man next to him. ‘What is it?’

‘Well I want you two to know that… Just because I’m dating your mom, doesn’t mean I’m trying to steal her away from you nor to become your new dad. She is still your mom and you two are her number one priorities.’

My daughter chuckles. ‘Henry, we know all that.’

‘And we are more than happy to share our mom with you,’ Benji tells him.

While Henry is a bit surprised, I am not, because I just knew my kids would react like this. ‘Really?’ He can’t help but smile and that melts my heart.

‘Really,’ my two kids confirm and I smile when I see how happy the three of them are. ‘Is there anything you wish I know or you expect from me?’ He looks over at Isabella, who already opened her mouth. ‘And that does not involve watching television with you passed your bedtime,’ he says, causing her to pout.

‘Just make my mom happy,’ Benji says and if my heart wasn’t completely melted away, it is now.

‘Honey,’ I say, as I wrap my arms around his neck. I can feel he is rolling his eyes. ‘You are too sweet.’

‘Mom, stop,’ he laughs.

‘My boy is such a darling,’ I continue, simply to pester him.

‘Mom!’ Benji says, trying to push me off, but I’m simply too strong for now.

‘I did such a good job raising you,’ I chuckle, as I pepper his cheek with kisses.

‘Mom!’ He starts to laugh and I actually let him go now. ‘Don’t hug me like that again, but I meant what I said. Just make my mom happy and then I’m happy.’

‘I can do that,’ Henry says. ‘I promise.’

[liberty-barnes]

Tom being in love with your baby niece

Tom Holland x Female!Reader

Prompt: You meet Tom at a hospital and he’s immediately infatuated with the little girl in your lap (inspired by this video I found on tiktok)

Warnings: F L U F F, Tom being amazing with kids, mentions of alcoholic/drug addict mother, mentions of child abandonment, but overall fluff and feel good story

Word Count: 2379 words (this was supposed to be short but oh well)

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: me, sweating profusely: calm down, just finish writing this, you are stronger than your baby fever, you are too young to have a child CALM TF DOWN

Masterlist

So, funny story, you met at the hospital

Tom had dislocated his shoulder while doing a backflip *dejected sigh*

And you were just trying to keep your baby niece calm while waiting for the nurse to come get you

You were sitting on the bed, Tom was right next to you, only a curtain separating you

But there was a tiny crack near the end from where it was pulled too far

And when you pressed Olivia closer to your chest, her head resting on your shoulder, she made eye contact with him

He saw her tear-filled eyes

(broke his heart)

So he started to make funny faces at her

Which made her start to giggle and coo and make grabby hands towards him

You turned around, visibly confused because hellooo she was just crying a second ago and now she’s???laughing???

And then you saw him

oh shit he’s hot

He smiled at you

You smiled back, cause what else are you supposed to do?

He got up and pushed the curtains back 

And sat on the chair instead

Still on his side of the curtain

But looking at you straight in the eye now

“So... what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a nasty place like this?”

Poor boy thought he was smooth

But he rested his weight on his injured arm

(that idiot) 

And it lead to him hissing in pain and cradling his shoulder with a pout while you laughed

“Fell down the stairs and twisted my ankle. You?”

“Dislocated my shoulder while doing a backflip.”

Meanwhile Liv was now resting on your lap

Looking at him with a smile on her face

And clapping while he smiled at made funny faces at her again

But then he noticed you were watching

And he was kinda making a fool of himself in front of you

(cue the blushing)

(so cute)

So you decided to help him out a little

"Thanks for putting her in a good mood again."

"No problem... is she yours?"

He didn't want to seem rude so he kept the judgment out of his voice, but you seemed a bit young to have a kid already.

"Nah, she's my niece"

"Oh, okay... Why'd you bring her to the hospital with you? It must be hard having to take care of a kid and get your ankle checked."

You looked a bit sad for a while.

"My sister left her with me as soon as I turned eighteen. My parents were never in the picture so it's been me and her for almost a year now."

"I'm sorry..."

"'S okay. Besides, at least I'm not alone all the time you now? I mean, it's hard to take care of a 13 month-old, but at least I know she won't grow up like I did... afraid... wondering if her mom was gonna come home drunk or half-dressed with another guy on her tail, wishing her sister would let her sleep on the bed instead of locking herself up with her boyfriend there."

He watched you smile as you looked down at the little girl in your arms that seemed to be a perfect reflection of you.

That was the moment he fell in love with you

Dark circles under your eyes and all

He got your number (yay!!) and had to work (read: pester you) for two weeks before you agreed to go out on a date with him.

Liv stayed with Harrison (after you checked that he was a good babysitter)

He took you to a nice little restaurant near the beach

They served giant burgers

Which you liked at lot

Conversation was easy 

He asked you what you were currently doing

"I'm working as a waitress in a little diner downtown."

He also found out you were doing online college to get your creative writing degree.

You told him about your family life. 

How your dad died in a car accident when you were three. 

How your mom was an alcoholic junkie and OD'd when you were fifteen.

How your nineteen-year-old sister had to take care of you for there on out. 

How she left soon after you graduated high school and left you with a three-month-old baby to take care of.

In turn, he told you all about his life

How he became an actor and got his big break as Spider-Man

He told you about his family and how much he misses them

How thankful he is to have Haz with him

You excused yourself to the bathroom just before dessert

And that bastard took advantage of that tiny window to pay the bill

You scolded him for that obviously

And tried to pay him back

He laughed and said no

Then he bought you a giant cotton candy

"Tom, seriously I can pay for my own stuff."

"I know but I like spoiling you."

You finished the cotton candy together while strolling down the beach

Then once it was done he threw out the cone and took your hand

The sun was just setting so it was like a picture-perfect moment

So he took advantage of that and kissed you

(so cliche)

You tasted like strawberry from your chapstick

The cotton candy you just had

You tasted like sweetness

And comfort

And home

You started dating officially not long after that

And that's when it all really started

You knew he was good with kids

That first day at the hospital told you as much

But you didn't expect him to be this good

Olivia was very much in love with him

They were practically glued at the hip

She constantly wanted hugs from him

He took her to the park and threw her up in the air while she squealed in delight

He picked her up and carried her while you were making dinner so she didn't feel left out

She sat on his back while he did push-ups

He'd kiss her nose every time he did a sit-up

They would have kissing contests

He kissed her cheek

She kissed his back 

Then he kissed hers again

And so on

Her first word was Tommy

You'd never seen him so happy

You, on the other hand, were not

"I raised you on my own ever since you were three months old and this is the thanks I get?"

They'd often fall asleep together on the couch

Your camera roll was full of photos of them sleeping

Her favorite thing to do was grab him by the sides of his head and kiss his curls

(a d o r a b l e)

He helped you plan the perfect birthday party for her

"Only the best for my best girl"

"I thought I was your best girl"

"Only the best for either of my best girls but in this case the youngest one"

She loved it

You're pretty sure he loved it more

But who can say for sure?

On your six month anniversary, he told you he loved you and that he had no plans on ever leaving you two.

He forced you to quit your job at the diner

"You're overworking yourself. I have more than enough money to take care of all of us and that way you'll be able to focus on your studies and travel with me since you do online college. Everybody wins."

So you went wherever he went

Including filming for Infinity War/Endgame

He took you to set one day

Everybody loved you

But as always, Olivia stole the show

They passed her around like a little doll

She loved the attention

It was quite funny seeing such a tiny baby being held by the mountain of a man that is Chris Hemsworth

She only referred to Chris Evans as 'Cap'

And Robert would forever be 'Tony'

But they didn't mind one single bit

"She just looks so cute when she says it, I can't be mad at her."

You met his family when the filming ended and he went back to London

Dom was ecstatic to finally have a little girl to take care of

"At least she laughs at my jokes, not like those idiots"

"You can leave her with us whenever you want"

Nikki was very happy to have one more girl in her corner

"I swear, if I hear one more second of golf talk, I'll go nuts"

Harry loved taking pictures of Liv

"She's just so photogenic, it's so easy"

You learned a lot of recipes from Sam

"Finally someone that won't wreck my kitchen and taint my food's good name"

Paddy liked playing with Liv and Tessa in the backyard

"It's nice to take care of someone for a change, I'm always the one being babied"

You made your relationship public while you were in London, a year and a half after you started dating

The public loved you

Because he just couldn't help but brag

And Tom with kids is the content the fans live for

tomhotland: omgggg they're so cuteee

spideysbae: the heart eyes thoooo

peterpprotectionsquad: i hereby declare that Olivia is the cutest baby to have ever existed and she must be protected at all costs

He took you to the Far From Home premiere

Your dress matched his suit

The fans went crazy

Olivia was living her best life in her little red and black dress

She'd gotten used to the flashes after Harry's numerous photoshoots

So she was just smiling and clapping a lot

The paparazzi loved her

The interviewers kept asking about you two

"(Y/N)'s the love of my life and Olivia's the sweetest baby I've ever known, I couldn't love her more if she was my own"

"So, do I hear wedding bells ringing?"

"Well, you never know"

That caught your attention for a second but you let it go in favor of posing with Liv after the paps all but begged you to

"Livvy say bye-bye"

She sent a kiss a said bye-bye in all her baby glory

They awed so much

His Instagram was filled with pictures of the three of you

Zendaya took a bunch of selfies with her as well

"Our dresses match, I have no choice"

She kept pretty quiet during the movie

But hugged Tom especially hard when she saw him cry on the big screen

The next morning, you were all over the headlines

"The sweetest little family in Hollywood"

On your third anniversary, he took you on a week-long trip to Bora Bora

Liv stayed with his parents

He took you on a walk to the beach

(déjà vu much?)

And proposed

Clumsily, but he proposed

How can a proposal be clumsy, you ask?

Well, he kneeled on a rock at first

"Ow! Fuck my knee, hold on a second"

Then he kept stuttering because he was so nervous

And in the end (after you said yes and he checked about five times cause "Wait seriously?") he started freaking out cause the ring didn't fit

But she wears the ring I used as a reference all the time!

"Um, Tom?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"The ring's supposed to go on my other hand..."

Ah, that explains it

The wedding was simple but beautiful

Livvy was the flower girl cause she wanted to throw petals in the air

Tessa brought the rings

His heart almost stopped when he saw you walk down the aisle

He was convinced you'd never looked more beautiful than that day at the premiere when your clothes matched 

But right now, looking at your smile and how gorgeous you looked in that dress, he realized he was wrong

He sniffled, trying to hold his tears, but Haz just handed him a tissue

"I came prepared"

You two adopted Liv

She was your daughter anyway, you just made it official

She started calling you 'mommy' and 'daddy'

"She called me 'daddy'."

Oh, the tears

To Tom's great delight, she started picking up a British accent, as she grew

It didn't help that she stayed at Nikki and Dom's all the time when you started teaching at a university in London

So they dialed they're British-ness up to eleven so she'd pick up on the accent

"Mummy, what's for pudding?"

Good Lord

After two years of trying, you found out Tom was unable to have kids

He cried a lot, and felt like he failed

You shut him up with a kiss and immediately mentioned adoption

"There are hundreds of children begging for a home and parents to love them."

You adopted an eight-year-old boy named Lucas and his five-year-old sister Cleo

Olivia loved having another girl her age

They had tea parties

And played dress-up

And forced Lucas to play the prince

You taught them to bake so they could have cookies for their tea party

And Tom found himself often ambushed in one of their games

"No, daddy, you gotta pretend that the big bad dragon took you so we can save you."

They rolled around on the floor and made 'pew pew' noises to imitate guns

Lucas was always quieter

He was your little angel

You two were very close

He shared your love for writing and literature

As well as cooking, to Uncle Sam's greatest delight

You often sat down on the couch, the five of you (and Tessa, obviously) and someone read a book out loud, while the others just laid back and listened

Cleo became very interested in Uncle Harry's camera and took a bunch of photos of her sister and her dad with the polaroid camera she got for her seventh birthday

Olivia still loved the attention and remained the bright and photogenic child she'd always been

She became a model, to no one's surprise

Cleo became a freelance photographer, which allowed her to fulfill her dream of traveling the world while taking pictures and earning good money

Lucas became one of Hollywood's best and brightest screenwriters

But everyone still made time for each other

Attending every single one of Liv's fashion shows

Every time Cleo showcased her pictures in a gallery, they were the first ones there

All of Lucas' films

Going to all of Tom's premieres and wearing matching clothes, per Liv and Cleo's request

"It's for the aesthetic"

Everyone was happy

And life was good

i’m pretty happy now, ngl

i need a Tom in my life

[jypbae7]

Imagine WayV as Hogwarts Students:

Kun | Ten | Winwin | Lucas | Xiaojun | Hendery | Yangyang |

Hendery - HUFFLEPUFF

Favorite class - Divination

Least favorite class - Care of Magical Creatures

Dorm pets: 1 dog, 2 rabbits, & 1 owl

Quidditch Keeper for Hufflepuff

Muggleborn - no other wizards in his family

Had no idea about the existence of magic till he received his Hogwarts Acceptance letter

Usually not naturally skilled at anything - everyone including Hendery himself was shocked by his natural talent for divination

While he’s genuinely gifted as a Seer, especially at reading omens and dreams…. he’s still Hendery lol...meaning most people can’t tell when he’s kidding or being serious and quite frankly...he’s not so sure himself

Since he’s always lived among Muggles he has a deep understanding and appreciation of Muggle things unlike most other wizards and pure bloods

Lacks confidence about wizard and magic related things, often feels like an outsider among other wizards due to his lack of experience and knowledge about the wizarding world but slowly becomes more confident once his skills grow

Knows what mudblood means through having been called it and truly...doesn’t give one flying rat’s ass about people calling him that or thinking that because he likes muggles and is proud of his parents and family - he’s just bothered by the morality of it and disgusted that wizards would stoop to hate slurs

Prank & slapstick master

Constantly uses transfiguration spells and disapparition for pranks in the dorm

Class clown to the next level but in a sneaky and silly way so he doesn’t get in trouble nearly as much as he should lmao

Really popular among girls for his looks and soft side - popular with guys for his crackhead humor

Constantly excuses himself to the restroom during class to go get snacks from the dining hall

Gives the sweetest sentimental gifts to his loved ones

Hates when his friends are sad and will do anything to try to make them laugh to cheer them up

Creates full-blown chaos in potions and transfiguration but somehow gets it right in the end??? - literally NO ONE understands how

Has no idea what he wants to do after graduation so he just focused on growing at the things he enjoys doing which leads him to actually become skilled at very varied things

Accidentally/unintentionally flirty - literally just takes nothing seriously and is always joking around without thinking anything of it till you flirt back and now he’s like 😳🤯??????

Omg this boy actually trying to flirt....nowhere near as charming as when he’s just joking around lmao - ends up just doing and saying weird crackhead energy stuff because he’s sooooo nervous

If you praise him he’ll be smiling ear to ear proudly and giddily but also gets super shy and soft

Super high emotional intelligence and capacity to care for others - takes other muggleborn first years under his wing during the new school years

Is SO ANGRY when he learns about House-elves and the mistreatment and lack of rights they have. Literally can’t stop thinking about it and tears up everytime he thinks too deeply about it.

Thus he begins to love them intensely and makes well-intentioned but nonsensical schemes to set them all free one day - literally carries extra socks and clothes in his backpack just- in- case he gets the opportunity to free one!

The MOST CHAOTIC flyer you’ve EVER seen - think terrible car wreck that you’re terrified to watch but can’t look away from

Falls off the broom due to his RECKLESS flying and is DANGLING off of it hanging by his fingers. Gets back on it somehow and laughs it off like nothing even happened and takes off just as recklessly - as if that’s not enough he’s also somehow the fastest flier 🙃

Terrified by half of the magical creatures and plants in herbology - poor baby really dislikes these classes and squeals and squirms his way through most of the time

Despite that he is AMAZING with non-moving/non-sentient plants and herbs. He’s good at both growing and caring for them as well as identifying them and their uses - him and Kun are a surprising but nonetheless impressive duo when it comes to potion making due to their combined skill sets

Has a self-made detailed map of all the people in his dorm who keep pet frogs/toads and stays FAR AWAY!!!!!!!

Gets too turnt half way through the party and starts doing hilarious dances in the middle of the party - 50/50 shot of him trying to do stand up jokes as well

Collects wizard candies and snacks to try and take home to his younger siblings

Despite being a slapstick master he has an incredibly sensitive and deep side - is an amazing listener and the type of friend to truly be your shoulder to cry on and be by your side till you feel better - will praise you and be so soft 🥺❤️

[shotgun--rider]

Always On My Mind

A Jarevieve x Reader Oneshot

Y/N knows Jared and Gen have been hiding something, and she’s pretty sure they’re just trying to figure out how to break up with her. After all, she’s just the relationship’s third wheel.

Word Count: 6300

Warnings: Angst, poor communication skills, the Ackles being so done with this situation

A/N: It kind of grew into a monster and I’m not sure how it turned out but I’m just throwing this one out into the void. PS communicate in your relationships, folks. 

You thought you knew heartbreak when you were twelve, and caught your middle school crush kissing some other girl out by the buses after school. You had been devastated, because everything was a big deal in seventh grade, and had gone home in tears to your mother, who kissed the top of your head and made brownies and promised you that everything would be okay. 

You thought the world was going to end at fifteen, in the back of your first real boyfriend’s car, pulling your shorts back on with tears in your eyes after the lackluster loss of your virginity and subsequent breakup. Your older brother put his fist through the dining room wall when he heard about it, and somehow that made you feel better. You retained the low-burning anger at that kid for the rest of high school, but you were okay. 

Then you were eighteen, your heart in your throat outside the loud, neon club you’d snuck into with your best friend, leaning on the brick wall and trying to process. That was the first time you kissed a girl, and the ensuing sexuality panic took a while to work though, but at the end of it, you were still okay. 

Life as you’d known it did end when you were twenty five, and you decided to leave not just the state but the country to get away from your ex-fiance and the girl he’d been fucking in your bed. You packed up your photography business and hopped on the first plane to Vancouver, and when an old woman in the seat next to you told you to stop crying, you choked out, “I’m okay.”

In all of those moments it had never really felt like a lie, because even if you weren’t okay, you were going to get there. It was future-focused thinking, or something like that. Or maybe it was just that none of those experiences had really, actually broken your heart. 

And now here you were two years later, telling the biggest lie you had maybe ever uttered in your life to the innocent, beautiful little girl that looked up to you. 

“Don’t cry, Y/N/N,” Odette said anxiously, her hands on your knee and her own lip wobbling dangerously as she looked up at you with wide eyes. You blinked at her words, suddenly registering the wetness on your cheeks, and took a shaky breath as you reached out and pulled her into your arms. 

“I’m okay,” you whispered into her hair, hugging her tighter. “Don’t you worry about me.” You weren’t, and you weren’t sure you ever would be again, but you were hardly up to the task of explaining to a three year old that her parents didn’t love you anymore. 

Odette squirmed in your grasp until she was facing you, apparently unwilling to drop the subject. “But, Y/N/N, you’re sad.” 

You reached up quickly to swipe away your tears, putting a smile on your face for her. It wasn’t quite as hard as you thought it would be to ignore the ache in your chest; she always had a way of making you feel better. “I promise I’m okay, O.” you reassured her. “I was just a little bit sad, and I’m not anymore,” Lie. 

Her brow wrinkled adorably. “Do you want me to get Daddy?” she ventured, taking her favorite person’s tears very seriously. 

Alarm flashed through you at that, and you hugged her a little tighter, as if she might escape and actually try to get Jared. You were pretty sure you’d break down completely if you saw his face right now. “No, baby, I think your Daddy’s busy. Your hug made me feel better, I promise. Why don’t you go find your brothers?”

You watched Odette run out of the room with a leaden feeling of numbness caught in your chest, leaning back on your palms on the bed that didn’t used to be yours. You’d occupied the guest bedroom just once in two years, and it was when you’d had such a wrecking ball of a flu that you’d been practically dead for a week. It had been a miracle that the attempt to quarantine yourself even worked, because Gen and Jared had been in the room to hover every five minutes whenever they could. 

Now, you’d spent the last three nights alone in here, and nobody had said a word except Shep, who’d looked at you in abject confusion when you emerged from the wrong bedroom in the morning. Because apparently a six year old cared more than either of your partners.

You shook your head bitterly, willing yourself not to start crying again. Part of you wanted to believe there was an explanation. But the bigger part of you knew that if there was an explanation, it would have been offered already. The bigger part of you knew that this was just the end of something that had always been temporary.

After all, it was Jared and Gen who were married, who were the kids’ parents, who were older and had been together longer. Maybe they’d loved you once, or maybe you’d just been a novelty. In any case, they weren’t bothering to keep up the charade any longer. 

You’d realized about a month ago that there was something they weren’t telling you, when Jared had almost bitten his own tongue off during dinner one night to stop himself from saying something--the man was terrible at secrets. Gen had kicked him under the table and both of them had worn nervous, guilty expressions that became a regularity in the house after that. Their conversations stopped when you walked into the room, they slipped off on dates and left you as a glorified babysitter--not that you’d ever really been able to go out in public with them anyway. In the beginning, you’d understood that you couldn’t come right out to the world with your relationship, and you were okay with that. You just hadn’t expected to feel so much like their dirty little secret. 

And as you began to pull away, you watched Gen and Jared seemingly seamlessly close the gap, curling into each other without you and acting like the perfect little family, with you on the outside looking in. 

You didn’t belong there anymore, and they weren’t even going to fight for you. They weren’t even going to give you the decency of a formal breakup, either, apparently, just let you drift away like so much discarded waste. 

You’d come up here to pack a bag, before Odette had run after you. And you hadn’t had the heart to tell her, and now you were just sitting there, the duffel still folded up empty in the closet and your heart breaking in your chest.

You still remembered the first time you met Jared, when you had picked up a photoshoot gig mostly by accident for a TV show you’d never bothered to watch, and he’d made your heart stop the first time he smiled at you. And then you’d met Gen, and it was like the sun lived in her eyes when she laughed. And you never wanted to stop making her laugh. It had been months of complicated and guilty and terrifying before all of you had finally figured out that Gen and Jared had both liked you, and you remembered thinking that it was like some inexplicable missing part of you finally made sense. 

And the kids had loved you from the start. The kids, who you’d never expected to love so hard, who weren’t at fault for any of this, who were going to break your heart all over again when you left them. But neither could you stand to stay where you knew you weren’t wanted. 

With a resolute sigh that felt dragged out of your soul, you stood, walking determinedly to go get that duffel bag, and practically slammed into Gen around the doorframe. 

She reached out to you immediately, her hand closing around your upper arm and a worried expression on her face. “Hey, are you okay?”

You tensed under her touch, pulling out of her grip even though you knew it was a little bit petty. “I’m fine,” you said tightly, hoping your eyes weren’t still red. 

Gen had a hurt look on her face, and her hand fell uselessly to her side. “O said something about you being upset. Y/N, you can tell me if something’s bothering you. Or--or Jared. I--” she trailed off, eyes searching your face.  

Not for the first time, you cursed the blunt honesty of three year olds. “I said I was fine,” It had come out as more of a growl than you’d originally intended, but now you were getting angry. Blowing out your breath and trying to ignore the tightness in your chest, you brushed past her impatiently, continuing down the hallway.

“Well you’re obviously not!” Gen’s voice raised to a half-shout, stopping you in your tracks as she threw her hands up. “Y/N, baby, please,” 

You risked a look at her, turning around to find her eyes swimming with tears. In any other situation you would have had your arms around her in a heartbeat, holding her while she cried and kissing the tears away. In any other situation, Jared would inevitably have found the both of you, wrapping the two of you up together in his hold, and whatever it was would suddenly seem much less insurmountable with the three of you together. 

As it was, you were angry. Angry, and brokenhearted, and so done with being yanked around. “My god, Gen, stop pretending like you care!” you burst out, rolling your eyes half in frustration and half to stave off your own tears. 

Gen suddenly looked very small standing in the middle of the hallway, her bottom lip anxiously trapped between her teeth. She was wearing one of the outfits she usually gardened in, you realized randomly, and why was this so hard. “Why are you saying this?” she finally whispered, and you felt the last bit of your heart shatter. “Y/N, where did this come from?”

“Come on,” you scoffed nonetheless. “You both forgot about me like a month ago, and you’re going to do this now?” You crossed your arms protectively over your chest, wincing internally at the sound of Jared’s feet thundering hastily up the stairs a few seconds before his head appeared, panicked, evidently drawn by the shouting. 

“What is going on?” He looked between the both of you, caught on the top step like he wasn’t sure which one of you to go to first. 

Gen opened her mouth to answer and broke off immediately with a sob into her hand, and Jared was immediately at her side, an arm drawing her protectively into his chest as he looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Y/N, what is happening?” He glanced briefly down at his sobbing wife. “What did you do?”

Of course this whole thing would be your fault. You were the interloper in this relationship, after all. It didn’t matter that there was a gaping hole in your chest at the sight of the two of them together, you literally six feet away and figuratively so much further. Apparently you still had to be the one to do this, because everyone else was hellbent on dragging it out. You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling vaguely sick. “Look, all of my relationships come with deadlines eventually,” You’d hoped to be wrong this time, but some part of you had always known that. Nobody ever really stayed with you. Why should this time be any different? “Here we are, what are you going to do?”

“I love you,” Jared said, almost inaudibly, and god but that felt like a sucker punch. Clearing his throat, he went on, louder, “We both do,”

“No,” you corrected hollowly. “You only loved me sometimes.” The rest of the time, you were the babysitter, their dirty secret, vaguely passed off as a friend of Gen’s if you went somewhere with them. 

Jared’s mouth was hanging open, his entire face wearing an expression of shocked hurt. “Y/N, babe, we--”

Gen swiped impatiently under her eyes, halfway between crying and glaring at you. “Well, I’m so sorry we didn’t live up to expectations,” she bit out, her expression turning cold. “It was hard for us, too, you know.”

“Gen,” Jared murmured, but you were already moving.

“Sorry I was such an inconvenience,” you spat back. Forget packing a bag, you just had to get out of here. You turned your shoulders sideways to slide past the two of them, dodging Jared’s hand as he reached out, and half-ran down the stairs, nearly tripping Shep in your haste. 

“Sorry, hon,” you murmured. “I’m just--I’m really sorry.” It was an overkill apology for bumping him, and Shep stared up at you with a look that said he had no idea what in the world you were doing. Which was fair, because you didn’t either. 

You bent swiftly and planted a kiss on the top of his head, tears blurring your vision, and then you swiped your car keys out of the entry and, shoving your feet hastily into a pair of shoes, shut the door behind you. You didn’t stop until you were driving halfway down the street, the silence ringing in your ears as you realized that, once again, nobody had really bothered to stop you. 

You had been in the car for maybe fifteen minutes when it started raining. You were driving aimlessly, unable to even begin to think about a destination. There was nowhere to go. Your entire life was in the house that had already disappeared from your rearview mirror, and you weren’t exactly in the mood to drive across the entire country just to admit to your  conservative parents that your relationship with two people had blown up in your face. 

Memories played in your head as you took another random right turn, and you stopped trying to fight the tears. Jared, fumbling awkwardly as he tried to work out how to ask you to dinner for that very first time. A random morning with Gen, her head thrown back in laughter at something neither of you could remember. The first time Tom had run up and hugged you, falling over himself in his excitement to tell you about something that had happened at school. Falling asleep on the couch with Gen and Odette snuggled between you, and the picture Jared took of it later. The way Jared could wrap you up in his arms and make you feel completely, totally safe, and loved, and whole. 

A sob escaped your throat, and you blinked tears out of your eyes impatiently so you could see the road. Not that it did much good; the rain was coming down in sheets now, your windshield wipers useless at their highest setting and thunder cracking overhead. You couldn’t see more than five feet in front of you, and you could feel your tires doing a lot more slipping-on-water than actually grabbing the road. It was the worst storm you’d seen in a while and you knew you had to stop driving; you may have been upset but that didn’t mean it was time to be stupid.

A flash of lightning illuminated the sign of an unfamiliar church, and you swung abruptly into the parking lot, your heart in your throat as the car slid dangerously for a few feet before straightening, and you put it in park in the empty lot. You didn’t know if you were even close to being in an actual parking space, and it didn’t matter.

It was pouring harder than any storm in recent memory, and you had no idea where you even were. You hadn’t paid any attention to the roads you were driving, and you hadn’t recognized the name of the church as anything remotely local. A quick glance at the phone in your back pocket showed that it was completely dead, and of course your charger was still at the house. Hollow and defeated, you turned the car off completely and pulled your legs up, knees braced on the steering wheel, buried your head in your hands, and cried. 

Eventually, the rain calmed down a bit, and your tears ran out. You had no idea how long you’d been sitting there--it felt like hours--and you weren’t sure you even cared. Still, sitting cramped up in your car wasn’t doing you any favors, and you were eventually going to have to get out of this parking lot. You’d left pretty much everything back at the house, but the back of your phone case had a sleeve with your license and a couple of cards in it. Turning on the car showed you a half tank of gas, and now you just needed a destination. It was going to suck without having any of your things, but you couldn’t even begin to contemplate going back for them. You’d have to get them shipped later. Maybe, if you were feeling particularly wimpy, you could even try begging the Ackles to pick them up for you. 

Then again, Jensen was Jared’s friend first, and that probably wouldn’t go over too well. Sighing again, you leaned your head down on the steering wheel, trying not to think about everything you were losing. That wouldn’t do you any good now. 

A knock on your window jolted you suddenly upright, and you fumbled for the button to roll down your window enough to speak, immediately wincing as cold rain blew into your car. 

“Hi,” Danneel said simply, soaked in spite of the umbrella she was valiantly holding over her head. “Can I come in?”

“Uh--I--yeah,” you stuttered out, concern for your friend overriding the panic you felt at anyone seeing you right now.

Danneel ran hastily around to the passenger’s side, letting herself in with a rush of water and wincing as she peeled strands of soaked red hair off of her face. “Sorry for getting your car wet,”

“No, it’s fine,” you said automatically, still staring in shock at the last person you’d ever expected to see. “Just, uh, what--how did you even find me?” you fumbled out. 

Danneel had a warm smile on her face that almost made you start tearing up again. “Do you remember when we got lost trying to get to the airport?” she asked instead, making you snort at the memory. You’d both missed the flight and spent seven extra hours sitting in the airport waiting for the next one, which, in the end, had marked the start of your friendship. “You were picking streets randomly and you turned right every single time. You always do that,”

You looked at her incredulously. “So, what, you took every right turn between Austin and here?” 

Danneel shrugged. “It was mostly luck. That, and the car that was parked across three lanes in a Catholic church parking lot was a dead giveaway.” She stayed silent for a moment, watching you, and then asked softly, “So, are you gonna tell me what happened?”

You shrugged listlessly, looking away from her. “We just broke up, Dee. It’s done,” you whispered dully. “They’re done with me.”

Danneel looked at you sideways. “Y/N, have you even looked at your phone?”

You shrugged noncommittally. “It’s dead,”

Danneel rolled her eyes, immediately reaching into the little purse she’d brought with her. “Here, we have the same phone, right?” She was holding a flat, rectangular portable phone charger. “Turn your phone on and check your messages, and then we’ll talk,”

You did as she directed, not even sure what you were expecting to see as you watched your phone’s logo spin while the battery came back to life. In any case, it certainly wasn’t this. 

Your phone’s lock screen finally appeared with a banner of fifty-six missed calls, and enough combined text messages that the app lagged trying to open them. It was pointless to try to read through every one, so you scrolled hastily, skimming, with your heart lodged somewhere painfully out of order in your chest. 

Jared: Y/N please answer the phone (3:23pm)

Jared: Tell me where you are? (3:25pm)

Jared: Just let us know you’re safe (3:31pm)

Jared: I love you (3:31pm)

Jared: Y/N? (3:40pm)

Gen: Babe we’re not mad (3:44pm)

Gen: I promise (3:44pm)

Gen: Please call me back (3:50pm)

Jared: Please come home (3:56pm)

Gen: Where are you? (4:01pm)

Jared: Don’t leave (4:12pm)

Gen: Y/N just come home and we’ll talk (4:14pm)

Gen: Please tell me you’re not driving in this (4:20pm)

Gen: I promise we’ll figure everything out just come home (4:21pm)

Gen: I love you so much I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you more (4:45pm)

Gen: You’re not an inconvenience (4:50pm)

Gen: Just tell me you’re ok (5:13pm)

Jared: Y/N you shouldn’t be out in this (5:22pm)

Gen: Where are you (5:31pm)

Gen: Y/N please (5:57pm)

Gen: You’re scaring me (6:03pm)

Gen: Y/N answer your phone (6:30pm)

Gen: Where are you???? (7:02pm)

Jensen: Y/N what is happening (7:30pm)

Jensen: Jared is freaking out (7:32pm)

Danneel: What is going on? (7:33pm)

Danneel: Where are you (7:34pm)

Danneel: I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what happened (7: 52pm)

Jensen: Gen says you broke up with them (8:07pm)

Jensen: Did you actually break up with them (8:19pm)

Jensen: Where are you (8:41pm)

Jensen: Can you let one of us know you’re alive (9:02pm)

Jensen: You better not be in a ditch Y/N I swear (9:05pm)

Danneel: Call me? (9:17pm)

Danneel: Look up (9:48pm)

Danneel: Okay guess I’m getting wet hold on (9:49pm)

You finally raised your head from your phone, looking at Danneel with tears swimming in your eyes for the millionth time. “I don’t--” you started.

Danneel reached over, squeezing your hand in hers. “They love you so much, Y/N. I still don’t know what happened, exactly, but they both love you so much.”

“I don’t fit, Dee!” you finally burst out, your voice higher-pitched from tears. “I never did, I don’t know why anybody thought it was ever a good idea--” you sucked in a shuddering breath. “They’re already a family, Dee, they don’t need me. I didn’t mean to make a big deal out of it, but...maybe it’s better if I just bow out quietly, you know?”

Danneel shook her head fiercely, no room for doubt left in her expression. “No, Y/N. No. Not unless that’s what you want. But if you think they just want you to get out of the way…” she shook her head again. “You need to go home and talk to them, sweetie.”

“Dee, I can’t,” you whispered. And what were you even supposed to say now? ‘Hey, sorry I caused a huge scene, hope you still like me’? Even if Danneel was right, and Gen and Jared didn’t completely hate you before, they would now.

“Yes, you can,” Danneel returned firmly, squeezing your hand. “Come on, I’ll drive you. We can get your car later.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue with her about it, grabbing your phone and wearily following her through the rain and into the passenger seat of the car she’d parked a few spaces away, both of you on the unpleasant side of damp when you got inside. 

The drive back to your house was mostly silent, exhaustion dragging at you and Danneel leaving you alone. A glance at your phone showed a time edging closer to midnight, and you winced briefly, thinking about all of the sleep that nobody was getting. Because of you. You’d made a big deal out of this whole mess, and this entire thing was your fault. You thumped your head back against the seat, prompting a concerned glance from Danneel. 

“You okay?”

You blew out your breath. “I should have left quietly, Dee,”

She fixed you with a sharp look before returning her focus to the road. At the last moment, though, she seemed to change her mind, and the only thing she said was a soft, “It’ll be okay,”

Your stomach was thoroughly tangled up in anxious knots by the time Danneel pulled to a stop in your driveway, and even though you knew this was the part where you were supposed to get out of the car, your legs felt like lead. Somehow, seeing all of the lights on in the middle of the night just made the guilt worse, and that was before you noticed Jared’s silhouette in the doorway. Arms crossed, his face too shadowed to make out, he seemed more impassively angry than anything neighboring relieved. 

You swallowed hard. As nice as it was for Dee to make the effort, this was only going to end one way. You arched a brow at her in bitter sarcasm. “Call you in ten minutes to go get my car?”

Danneel shook her head immediately, seeing your feeble joke for what it was. “They’re not going to throw you out.”

You made a noise of disbelief in the back of your throat. “Yeah, well, I’d throw me out. Thanks for the ride.” Not wanting to hear any more of her hopeful promises, you opened the door without another word and climbed out into the rain, feeling unbearably small standing in the middle of the driveway while Danneel’s tail lights faded down the street. 

That was about all the delaying you could manage, and you did want to get out of the rain, so, feeling vaguely stuck between throwing up and passing out, you shuffled up to the house to face Jared and Gen. 

Jared held the door open for you wordlessly, letting you into the house to slowly drip a damp puddle on the front rug. Up close, he looked shockingly older than he had been...had it only been eight hours ago? You watched him clench his hand into a fist at his side, but he said nothing, and didn’t reach toward you.

You swallowed hard and focused on kicking off your wet shoes, only looking up at the aborted squeaking noise Gen made as she rounded into the hallway in a rush and then stopped short, wearing the same wrecked look as her husband. So neither of them knew what to do with you, and that made three of you. 

“Y/N,” Jared finally started, voice low, at the same time as Gen choked out, “Baby,”

And you knew exactly how much of a coward you were being, but you couldn’t let them finish, couldn’t stay to hear them tell you exactly how done with you they were. Feeling numb, you held up a hand. “I’m tired, I’m wet, can we do this tomorrow?” Your feet were already moving toward the stairs before you’d finished, and you didn’t realize until your heart was breaking all over again at the top of the staircase that some part of you had wanted them to protest.

Your wet clothes were methodically stripped off and left in a pile in the guest bathroom, and you briefly eyed the shower before deciding you were too tired and empty to sustain anything more than lying down and pretending the world didn’t exist. You cursed yourself for forgetting to bring dry clothes with you, before you came to the conclusion that you didn’t have the emotional capacity to care about that either. 

You opened the door back into the guest bedroom, flinching immediately in surprise as you were met with the twin stares of your partners, lined up on the edge of the guest bed like children waiting to be scolded. “Jesus!” you blurted out, something just barely easing in your chest when Jared’s mouth twitched infinitesimally at your outburst. “Okay, I guess I needed clothes after all,” you went on wryly, looking a little lost as you realized there wasn’t anything in the room for you. 

Jared immediately shrugged off the flannel shirt he was wearing, tossing it to you before you could change your mind--not that you would. You wrapped yourself up in it gratefully, letting yourself imagine for a heartbeat that the warmth and familiar smell was a real hug. 

Then, you buttoned the last button and looked up, squaring your shoulders like you were preparing to take a blow. In a way, you were, it just wouldn’t be a physical one. “So…”

That was all it took for Gen to crack, her head bowing forward as a sob shuddered through her. “I’m so sorry,” she got out, and you watched Jared reach out to squeeze her hand. Once again, you were standing apart while they were together, and you didn’t know what to do about any of this but you could fix that much. 

You crossed the handful of steps between you and the bed, your arms going on autopilot to wrap around your girlfriend, one hand coming up to cradle the back of her head while Gen cried into you. 

Jared’s hands went around your waist, pulling you sideways and guiding you down to sit between them, Gen still attached to your left side. You felt Jared’s quivering lips press against your skin as he leaned into you, keeping you thoroughly squished between them, and something else fitted back into place inside you. 

Still, there was more of a mess between you now than could be fixed with hugs, and you couldn’t help but stay tensed up between the two of them, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Jared cleared his throat after a few moments, but he didn’t move away from you. 

“Y/N, do we make you feel...second best?” he got out after a pause. 

Your knee jerk reaction was to deny it, to put them at ease. But wasn’t that how this whole thing had gotten started? You only love me sometimes, you’d said. “No! Yes...maybe sometimes. I don’t know.” You leaned harder against Gen, taking comfort from the closeness, and took a shuddering breath. It wasn’t like you could make it any worse. “I just...I knew there was something you weren’t telling me, and everybody seemed to function so much better without me there. I don’t know why I’m here,” a tear finally made its way down your cheek. “You’re already a family, you never needed me. I’ve just been the dirty secret. I figured I’d just sleep somewhere else, go quietly...let you have your space.”

“Baby, no,” Gen sounded horrified, lifting her head so she could look into your face. “We don’t--I didn’t--we were trying to give you space because we were afraid you didn’t want to stay with us,”

Jared pulled you in tighter, practically curled around your smaller frame at this point. “I love you,” he whispered into the top of your hair. “Both of you. You’re just as much a part of me as Gen is. Y/N, you are our family.” His hand on your chin turned you to meet his eyes, swimming with unshed tears. “Tell us how to fix it, Y/N. I don’t know how to do this without you,”

Those words, compared with the expression on Jared’s face, broke you completely, and you lurched forward into his chest with a sob. He caught you easily, and you felt him pull Gen in behind you. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled into the fabric of his t-shirt. “I should have said something, I should have--”

“We all should have said something,” Gen’s voice was muffled in your hair, but she sounded lighter. “So. You are not our dirty secret, and we are not ashamed of you, and I love you,” she squeezed her arms around your ribs to drive home the point. “So much, baby.” Gen paused, having some sort of silent conversation with Jared over your head, and then went on, “You were right though. We were...kind of lying to you. Very badly, apparently.”

Jared shifted, gently peeling you away from him and depositing you back into the safety of Gen’s hold as he moved to get off the bed. Panic seized you irrationally and you reached out toward him, some garbled noise that was meant to be no wait choking out of your throat.

Gen shushed you gently, lightly kissing her way across your shoulder, bared by Jared’s shirt falling off of your smaller body. “Just wait,” she murmured. She seemed infinitely calmer, now that the worst of “talking about it” seemed to be over, but you still felt a low hum of guilt in your chest. This was your doing, your overreaction, your fault still. 

Your girlfriend seemed to know what you were thinking, and leaned her forehead against yours with a soft smile. “We’re okay, babe,” She kissed you slow and easy, a soft promise of love that still tasted like salty tears, and then pulled away with a smile at Jared in the doorway. 

Then she, too, got off the bed, leaving you suddenly cold and trying not to worry. You told yourself that if they were going to break up with you, they would have done it by now. Still, your hands fidgeted anxiously, picking at the blue polish you’d let Odette put on a few days ago. Gen’s hand slid into Jared’s, and they both turned to face you with vaguely deer-in-the-headlights expressions. You swallowed hard.

“This wasn’t the original plan--” Jared started, looking to his wife for support. “But I think it makes more sense now anyway,”

“We meant what we said to you, Y/N, you mean everything to us,” Gen picked up the thread, smiling at you. “So about a month ago, Jared and I realized we were thinking the same thing,”

“And asked you to watch the kids so we could go out and argue about what you’d like--”

Gen scowled briefly up at her husband. “We weren’t arguing,”

“Fine, we had a lot of polite discussions,” Jared’s eyes still looked tired and red-rimmed but they were shining, looking at you, and you had no idea anymore where any of this was going. 

“And we weren’t very good about hiding our secret,” Gen bit her lip guiltily. “So we’re very sorry for scaring you, Y/N,”

“But we don’t want you to leave. And we want to be able to show you off. We love you probably almost as much as the kids do--”

Gen squeezed his hand, cutting him off. “So what we are actually trying to figure out how to say is, um--”

“Now that everybody knows no one is trying to break up with anyone--”

A hysterical laugh ripped out of your throat, and you watched your partners awkwardly ping-ponging sentence fragments around with mounting confusion. “Yes?” you prompted cautiously, wondering if it would help one of them get to the point.

Jared and Gen shared a glance, and then both of them sank down to one knee, slightly out of sync. You hadn’t noticed Jared keeping one hand behind him until he pulled out a little black velvet box, and then you clapped a hand over your mouth in pure, unfiltered shock. 

“We want you to marry us,” Gen said with a hopeful little smile, and Jared thumbed the box open to show you not one, but three rings nestled inside. 

“I know we can’t do it for real, but we picked these out for all of us,” Jared was watching you nervously, and you realized with a jolt that you were still staring in shock, that you hadn’t given an answer yet. 

“Yes! Yes--I’m sorry, I spaced--yes!” you burst out, sliding off of the edge of the mattress in a rush to fall against both of them, Jared hastily raising the hand still holding the rings out of your way. 

“Yeah?” Gen whispered hopefully, cupping your face in her hands as she kissed you before you could answer. You nodded, returning her kiss until Jared’s gentle fingertips on your arm had you pulling away to launch yourself in his direction instead.

You spent a long while with the three of you in a slightly chaotic tangle on the floor before Jared pulled the rings out and finally offered two of the bands out to you and Gen. They were different, you realized, delicate diamond designs that suited each of you, and a smile crept over your lips as you imagined your partners having a “polite discussion” over the style in the jewelry store. 

Your girlfriend--fiancee?--immediately slipped the wedding band she already had off of her finger, reaching for the one in Jared’s outstretched hand, and you blinked. “Wait, I--you should--”

Gen shrugged and shook her head, already reading your thoughts before you could verbalize them. “I’ll keep it,” she promised you, “but this is only half.” She gestured to the new rings, to all three of you. “I want to wear my promise to both of you.”

“I love you,” Jared said thickly as he helped slide the ring onto your finger, drawing both you and Gen into an embrace. “Now please don’t ever leave without talking to us again,”

You laughed softly into his shoulder, the last shattered bit inside you falling back into place. “Promise,”

And in the morning, for the fourth day in a row, you woke up under the blankets in the guest bedroom. This time, though, Gen was tucked against you, the length of her entire body pressed against yours, and she was breathing softly against your neck with one of her hands curled over your ribcage. Jared had commandeered your other side, one leg thrown over yours and wrapped around you so that he could sleep with his head pillowed on your chest, his hand on top of Gen’s. 

You smiled briefly before closing your eyes again, raising your own hand to cover theirs, the ring on your finger glinting in the dawn light.

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EPISODE NOTES COMING AT YOU RIGHT NOW RIGHT NOW

THIS EPISODE CLEARED MY SKIN WATERED MY CROPS CURED ALL MY MENTAL ILLNESSES YOU KNOW. ALL THAT GOOD STUFF

LESBIANNSSSSSS

This first part is as usual gonna be completely out of order. Anyway

VESPA WAS SO SOFT THIS EP ;; I lover her sm I love her and buddy I love them communicating I love vespa comforting buddy who is allowing herself to be vulnerable for once

Speaking OF, aside from just the fantastic character development for buddy and the point abt her being a narcissist needing to listen to Her Own Goddamn Advice

The parallels between her and nureyev were more prominent than EVER this episode!! Jet suggesting that she leave him in command!! Her bit about her persona only ever having been a mask!! Saying that she's one of the best equipped people to spot an act in progress because she's done it herself for so long!! The obsession with being Good Enough and keeping up that flawless persona!! LIKE MOTHER LIKE SON GIVE ME THIS CONTENT

NUREYEV HATERS GET WRECKED

He had so much good shit this episode. First of all he actually sounded like capital N Nureyev, not ransom or anyone else. Second of all he was so willing to put himself in harm's way for this heist!! He's acting so much like he was when he was younger, desperate to get the job done, insisting he can do it even when it's obvious he's overreaching because he wants it so badly

SPEAKING OF JUNO GETTING HIS SHOOTING ABILITY BACK AAAAAAAAA

I'M SO PROUD OF HIM. HE SOUNDED SO HAPPY. HE SOUNDED SO EXCITED

Also vespa calling nureyev selfish and saying that she bets he's never sacrificed anything in his life?? When I say I shouted OUCH out loud jesus christ

Like okay do I think the debt subplot is gonna come to a head next episode (juno's episode)?? Absolutely. Do I think that nureyev is gonna try to make a break for it with the four items now that they've finished the heist? YUP. Do I also think he's doing it because he's scared and is trying to do as little harm as possible while trying to protect himself? YEAH.

His speech about symbols being all anyone has and just,, ooooof god. God. Someone give this poor man a hug

Also he deffo stole the knife right at the end there huh. "Lost" my ass

Juno being a fucking first rate detective once again mr steel I love you I love you you dumb whiny baby

I love buddy and vespa being so jokingly disparaging of them all T~T They're family and they give each other shit and they love each other!!

Vespa called juno by his name!! Not by steel!! Admittedly I'm p sure it was only to buddy but Still

"You're not the only one on this ship with medical secrets" vespa???? Hello????? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

Nureyev quoting buddy's line from the end of man in glass a YEAR after she said it to him and after he spent all of MiG quoting mag?? One hit KO to my heart. She's as much a parent and mentor to him as mag ever was and I need SO much more content of the two of them bonding & being mother & son

I definitely need to listen to this ep again at LEAST once. Jesus. Spent the whole thing bouncing up and down and screaming. In fact I think I have given myself a headache by overheating my brain so I will add more to this Later

Thoughts after the fact:

What vespa was saying about nureyev acting differently..... could be read as him being nervous but I can't help but think with him having been talking in his own voice all episode, what if he just wasn't putting up a persona? I don't think it would be much of a leap to think that nureyev in actuality is much quieter than the personalities he wears, but idk, just a thought

This is further to discussions that were had on the tpp adults server but uhh juno is So smart and should have been listened to earlier not just in this episode, but like going back to part one he's been pointing out buddy's questionable decisions she's made to put off this heist for almost the whole year!! Listen to juno challenge cb crew smh

I know..... that jet has been lined up as buddy's successor...... but like idk I feel like that's not a role that suits jet rly?? Yes, he's calm and steady and logical but he doesn't have buddy's strategic mind or charisma, and yes I am saying this because nureyev does and I want this to be plot relevant besides making for interesting parallels

LET NUREYEV TAKE UP THE MANTLE 2020

Second listen notes:

I just. Love buddy sm the way she speaks is so fun to listen to

“How are your children? Which is to say your car”

Nureyev is like, legit so loyal to buddy? He defends her a lot and clearly respects her immensely. Pls kabert can we have mother and son bonding

Buddy and jet’s relationship....... I cry I cry I cry

Like I literally cannot pick out my fav lines from this ep bc there’s SO many of them I’d just be quoting the whole thing

I love. Hearing buddy and vespa just talking though. Ragging juno and nureyev, being sweet with each other, laughing together..... vespa being like “one thing first - I love you :>” healed me

“If our places were switched, what would you say to me?” [CRYING CAT EMOJI]

Juno’s little “Yes, yes! Yes” just, T~T

The fact that buddy gets her advice referenced from every crew member...... jet, vespa, nureyev, and then rita..... not juno though? Idk if that’s because we just haven’t heard from juno yet or ??? idk. Weird though

Listen not to go back to this but jet does NOT sound like he wants the captain role...... and like, even on a meta level I’m not so sure he suits it but like buddy says he hates it when she says it and LET NUREYEV SUCCEED BUDDY 2020

Vespa is so excited abt the prime ;; Like SO excited, which is so sweet, but also I’m very very interested in that writing on the bottom

She’s so SOFT with buddy as well, and so calm...... I’m cry I’m cry she’s just like “okay, so you’ve got a problem, let’s fix it then”

“We’ve all had to put up with juno and ransom [acting like newlyweds] long enough” YELL. The fond family ragging of it all but also jupeter confirmed for completely insufferable

Couple of additional things:

I find.... nureyev’s little speech abt symbols and stuff rly interesting. Idk my running theory abt his debts is that his name is being used as leverage against him with the stipulation being “if you don’t pay, we’ll release your name and face to the public” meaning not only will he be in danger, but brahma as well, if we assume that the GAS has been deactivated since he left. The symbol he left behind is the only thing keeping the citizens of brahma safe - and not even that tbh, it’s only providing the illusion of safety, if this is actually the case. Idk I really wanna get my hands on the script now I think that speech says a lot abt his mental state rn

WHO ELSE ON THE CREW HAS MEDICAL SECRETS VESPA?

I don’t like the sick nureyev theory tbh but ):