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Saving Grace - JJ Maybank

A/N: A You Are Ok drabble set ten years in the future

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The Maybank house had sat empty on the cut for almost five years until JJ’s dad was released from prison. You and JJ had been down in Florida at the time, moved out of his cousin’s trailer and living in an apartment in the everglades. Talking about going home but unsure what the OBX had to offer at that point. It was barely two weeks after that when you both flew home, Luke Maybank had overdosed and the house was empty once again.

It stayed empty while the two of you gutted the entire place and refurbished it. While JJ and you stayed at the Chateau or Kiara’s place, while you found a job and found out you were pregnant, while JJ got a job for himself in the area and went back down to the everglades to empty out the apartment.

JJ laid the tile in the bathroom himself and fixed the plumbing. You painted the inside and outside of the house, planted a garden, bought a chicken coop. You and JJ moved in to the house and just like that you were back in the OBX.

You sat outside on the porch, drinking a cup of coffee despite the hour nearing eight o’clock at night. The baby monitor was sitting beside you, a soft gurgling coming from the receiver. You were waiting for the familiar sight of JJ’s truck pulling down the long driveway in the dusk. The headlights were already on, flashing on you for a moment as he parked and then cut off, the engine dying.

“Hey, what’re you doing out here?” He asked, climbing out of the front seat of the car and bringing a bag of chinese food with him.

“Waiting for you to bring me egg rolls?” You joke, before turning serious, “I saw my dad this morning, at the grocery store.”

“Did he see you?”

“Yeah...it was, really weird?” You suggested, reaching for the bag. JJ shook his head and held the bag away from you, a silent ‘I’ve got it’ as he leaned in and gave you a kiss. You wrinkled your nose at the familiar smell of fish as you pulled away, “how was work?”

“Alright...” he shrugged, “what did your dad say?”

“That he wants me to come to church on Sunday.” You replied, following him inside.

“You wanna go?” It was a question but the way he asked you knew that he already knew the answer.

“I mean...I’m not gonna like, start going to church with them every week and ya know, go back to how I was but...it might be nice. I do miss my family and, I want to have boundaries but maybe they don’t have to be like, huge ten-year silence boundaries where we never speak. I do want Willow to know her cousins; I think. What do you wanna do?” You asked, passing plates across the counter to him.

A tinny half cry sounded from the monitor on the table and you both turned to look over at it, waiting for a crescendo of cries that you’d grown used to in the last four months. When silence settled back in, you both seemed to exhale in relief. You wanted to eat and finish this conversation before JJ ultimately showered and fell asleep until Willow’s usual one a.m. wake up.

“Whatever you want.” He replied, never submitting to making the decision for you when you wanted him to. “Not exactly like your family’s a big of me.”

“Can’t imagine why,” you bumped his hip with your own, kissing his cheek. “Not like you totally corrupted their youngest daughter or anything.”

“Oh no, do not blame that on me.”

“I didn’t run away to marry myself.”

“If you go...” JJ posed, turning to follow you to the table, “do you want to go alone?”

You stood frozen in place, holding a box of cereal in your hand as you stared across the small expanse of Heyward’s shop, your dad there by the fresh produce, comparing two different apples with each other. The Outer Banks was a small island but you ran in very different circles and, in the three years that you’d been home, had avoided seeing your parents. Or anyone in your family.

You’d driven passed the baptist church, a sign boasting a new assistant pastor, one of your brothers, when you’d first moved back but hadn’t actually seen anyone. The possibility of seeing them again had been a long debate between you and JJ when you’d finally decided to leave Florida for North Carolina. It had been hard in the very beginning, missing birthdays and anniversaries and new babies, but over time the ache had dulled and you had shifted your attention away from what you were missing and focused on working through the things you could heal in yourself.

Now you were frozen. If you left your basket of groceries now you could make a beeline for the door and be out before he saw you. But then the bell above the door rattled as a customer came in and the baby swaddled against your chest started to fuss. Before you could attempt to placate her, your dad was looking over. For a moment you were certain he didn’t recognize you. Ten years was a long time. But then his mouth quirked into a frown and he set down the apples he was holding.

“Ace?” He questioned, the old nickname feeling foreign to you. It’d probably been ten years since anyone called you that.

“Hey, dad.” You nodded your head at him across the small store. You felt like tacking on a ‘surprise’ for good measure. ‘Surprise, I’m in the OBX, surprise, I got a kid...’

“When did you uh, when did you come home?” He moved across the store to be near you though he refrained from reaching out for a hug. You wondered if a decade had been just as hard on him as it had on you. Cathartic and healthy and freeing but hard. He seemed more mellow, you thought that before he might’ve pulled out a bible and started admonishing you.

“JJ and I moved back three years ago,” you admitted, slipping his name into the conversation as if to prove a point. “He got a job on a fishing rig.”

“Will you...would you come to church? We could have lunch afterward. Or you could just be there?” He offered. Ten years hadn’t changed his beliefs at all but it had made him miss you. Not knowing where you were or what you were doing felt like an ache in his chest that never went away. The anger had subsided to sadness and guilt.

Seeing your dad had been startling enough and you had almost wished, while you were standing there in Heyward’s, that JJ could’ve been with you. Though, you weren’t entirely sure that would’ve helped anything in the long run.

“I think my mom would probably be nicer to me if I brought Wills but maybe, I mean, my dad already saw her. He didn’t ask about her but maybe...” you groaned, burying your face in your hands for a moment as you tried to gather your thoughts. “Why didn’t we stay in Florida?”

“Cause we both spent seven years talking about how much we wanted to come back to the OBX...and my dad-”

“Jay.”

“Look. My dad was an asshole okay, he was a fucking nightmare but you know better than anyone that not getting to see him at the end...that was the worst call I’ve ever gotten in my life. Knowing Ricky was the only one up here and that he was alone. You should do whatever you want to do and I’ll be there, right next to you, just like I’ve been for ten years, but I don’t want you to have any regrets.” JJ replied, honestly.

You nodded, looking down at the plate of food and pushing your fried rice around. You knew that JJ was still hurting, that gutting a house didn’t take away all the memories that were trapped inside. “God I hate when you’re right.” You sighed.

“Don’t let your dad hear you talk like that.” He teased just as the monitor went off again, this time for real. You leaned against the back of the chair and groaned as JJ stood up. “I got it.”

“No, it’s okay, I’ll get her.” You stood too. “You need a shower, and sleep.”

“I haven’t seen her all day,” JJ pointed out, following you down the short hallway to the bedroom that used to be his. It was painted in yellows and oranges now, with a crib and a rocking chair and baby books. A sunset mural painted on the wall from Kiara’s girlfriend and a chandelier of stars from Sarah.

“What are you gonna do, take her in the shower with you?” You joked, lifting the fussing baby up out of her crib, “hey bubba, what’s the matter?”

“You have to feed her right? So feed her in the bathroom.”

“Oh sure, Jay, that’s super comfortable for me. I would love to feed her while I sit on the toilet.” You grumbled, already knowing that you would probably, definitely end up caving to him and doing exactly that.

“I’ll put dinner away and do the dishes.” He promised, “and I’ll punch you’ll dad if he says anything to piss you off.”

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iloveitwhen · 3 years

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jasonette but like siblings but like angst- like that whole trope where they are blood related and got separated, or they didnt get separated idk thats cool too i just want some sibling jasonette😅

Wow. ok. uhmmmm. this is a lot i think?? I got a little jk a lot carried away and this past week was super busy so i’ll finish the second part later??

Again... a lot...

Jason is walking home after another night at the bar when he sees a small woman, teenager? Slip into a dark alleyway and two men follow in after her a few moments later.

Jason curses and bolts across the street, what was this girl thinking? How stupid do you have to be to go into a dark alley where no one will hear you or care to help?

He jumps into the alley to find one man already slumped on himself on the floor and the other getting kicked in the teeth by army boots then falling limply.

Jason curses again, impressed this time. He scans over the men noting that they probably had pretty good concussions judging from the dent in the garbage can the first man was laying next to and the way the second guy’s head smacked onto the concrete when he fell. He lands his eyes back on the woman, no, definitely a teenager, with a smile on his face that instantly falters. The girl is in a fighting stance and waiting for him to attack so he quickly raises his hands to placate her.

“I’m not here to fight you, I saw you get followed and I was coming to help.”

“Nobody helps in Gotham,” she states, a dangerous edge to her voice that held a carefully hidden accent.

“Not from around here, are you?”

The girl narrows her eyes, “I was born and raised here, take a step further and you won’t be waking up tomorrow.”

Jason pockets his hands and smirks. He likes her, she’s a fighter, she reminds him of himself when he was younger.

“Ok. Just make sure you make it home safe. A girl’s going to get some unwanted attention at a time and place like this.” He turns around and crosses the street but as soon as he’s out of her sight he turns back and hides in the shadows to track her and make sure no one else tries to catch her alone. Just because she could handle herself the first time doesn’t mean she’s necessarily safe from the next attempt.

The girl exits the alley and starts toward the direction of Jason’s apartment calmly as if she didn’t just get attacked. At least that means less walking for him. After a few minutes she slips into another dark alley, of course she does, and Jason crosses the street again going into his own empty alley before pulling his helmet on and scaling the building. As he peers over the side of the building his helmet scans the area giving him feedback he would normally miss due to the horrible lighting and telling him that the alley was empty. He figured she had somehow gotten into one of the buildings and decided to go home by rooftops since he was already up there.

However, as he landed on the opposite rooftop his feet slipped from underneath him. Jason managed to roll out of it but before he could get his footing his hip was kicked into and he stumbled, tripped over a seemingly perfectly placed rock and smashed his head on the side of the stair house. Then, just as quickly as this all transpired, there was a body behind him, they hooked their fingers under his helmet and lifted it to expose his neck and press a knife with jagged points onto his neck. How did he know the knife had jagged points? Good question, it was, as previously mentioned, against his neck and piercing into his skin, drawing blood.

“Why are you following me?” a girl’s voice filters through his mask and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His mask let him know through the constant visuals that the voice belonged to a female in their late teens, not that he didn’t already know that.

“Making sure you got home safe,” he says carefully, weighing his options and trying to decide if he should let her feel like she got him or escape with a slight nick on his neck.

Eh. Jason preferred to not have a bleeding neck no matter how small the cut.

“Lies,” she hisses, digging the knife a bit deeper as a warning, maybe getting out sooner was a better idea. “What do you want?”

“Knife off my throat first,” he manages without pushing his neck further onto the blade.

A second later the girl releases him and jumps back with enough space between them to react if he ended up deciding to attack her.

Jason gives her a quick glance as he stands up, a hand to his throat to check for blood.

“I wasn’t lying-”

“You’re not fooling anyone you Red Hood wannabe,” she snaps. Jason just laughs in surprise, no one has ever accused him of being a Red Hood wannabe. He's the one who made the mantle into something to respect, something to fear. He stops laughing and levels a glare at the girl, his helmet telling him unhelpfully there was no match of facial recognition in any database.

“I am Red Hood-” he started to growl out but she cut him off again. The audacity.

“Red Hood wouldn’t have been caught by the person he was trailing, Red Hood wouldn’t have been caught off guard, Red Hood doesn’t have a stupid streak of white hair on his head. He may have been a theatre nerd but he wouldn’t do that.”

Wait what.

“What are you talking about?” But it was more of a demand than a question.

“You’re not…” she trailed off waving her hand in the air trying to find a word, “slick. Same jacket, same shoes, same build, yeah. You’re not fooling anyone.”

“Ok. Whatever, I’m going home.” He turns and starts jogging across the rooftop towards home. So much for helping out.

“Where is he?” she calls out after him.

“Right here, princess,” he spat before jumping to the other rooftop.

But as soon as his feet leave the building a big dark blue warbly hole appears and swallows him before he can react. Unfortunately for him the other side of that weird black hole was a face full of concrete.

“Prove you’re him.”

Oh this girl was something else. Jason shakes his disorientation away, he didn’t know how she did that, nor did he care but he was pissed. He swings his foot around and connects with her ankle, she falls as expected but easily bounces right back up and hops out of his range.

“Do that again and I’ll have to break my no killing kids rule,” he growls out, staring her down for a moment. Her face was finally lit by the dim yellow street lamps and he could see the entirety of her face and all the raw emotions she was trying to hide. For a split second familiarity passed through him, like when you see someone at the library then at the store a few weeks later or you see an old school friend ten years later and can’t quite place them. Jason dismisses the feeling and turns to go.

“Wait.” She says it so vulnerably that Jason gives her a chance, when he turns she pulls up her sleeve and shows off her forearm.

In the center of her arm is a faded black tattoo that was a writing symbol, but because of its name and one of its uses it was used to brand child soldiers in Gotham from a particular gang that Red Hood obliterated as soon as his first order of business in Gotham.

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It was the double dagger, or better known in Gotham as the death dagger. The children were expendable although highly trained and dangerous, they could give Damian a run for his money in the child assassin department. The tattoo was a reminder to the children and to the people they came across that they were soulless, emotionless, their lives and actions were not their own and they would give their lives willingly for the mission

Meaning who they were before was dead. No family, no connections, no one would notice if they went missing and no one would be able to identify their bodies if and when the time came. Sometimes poor families would sell one of their children and promise to forget them and to never contact them.

Jason was led to assume that this was another child soldier looking to thank him, or kill him. It was 50/50 these days, some of those kids just never recovered.

“So what is it that you want? You want my autograph across your head?” Jason asks dryly.

The girl just huffs and pulls her sleeve back down.

“I want to know if my brother is underneath that mask.”

I want to know if my brother is underneath that mask.

The words struck Jason deep in his chest but it only fueled his anger. He didn’t know why that hit so deep but he was not in the mood for this nor would he be at any time.

“Just because I ended that gang doesn’t mean we’re family. Go find your other assassin siblings to play house with.”

“Annette,” she calls after as he turns his back again. A strike of familiarity pulses through him and when he hesitates she continues, “that was my name before I was initiated. I was one of the first. Daddy’s little girl,” she was still talking louder than necessary since he hadn’t turned back around. “I’m the only one left from The 13.”

Right. The 13. That’s what everyone called the first batch even as they were killed off, they were the most ruthless being the oldest and were also the most aggressive in proving their worth. It was common to find a number from 1-13 placed strategically behind at the crime scene, whoever had the most successful missions would be highly rewarded, or so he was told.

“Do you remember?”

“I remember destroying that gang and their stupid leader and having to kill some of your little friends and I also remember The 13 died within the first year and a half and were easily replaced by their younger friends.”

“Do you remember me?”

“Look, kid,” he finally turns to look at her, “I don’t care, ok? Yay whoopdeedoo I saved you, get in line. It’s what I do, kill bad people and let the rest walk away. You’re not special.”

“Annette Marie Todd,” she says hurriedly, like it’s a last resort. “Jason Peter Todd,” she continues, “just you. Me. And a blitzed out Mom.”

Jason did not like this, he knew the Dagger Children were ruthless and expert manipulators but this was pushing it. He spun around to face her, ripping off his helmet, she already knew what he looked like and it was in the way of his death glare.

“You don’t know who you are messing with. If you really were a Dagger you’d know that I am not one to be fucked with.” He slides his helmet back on and without a backward glance he runs off to the next roof and continues home. Thankfully not another portal thing opens up in front of him.

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Jason didn’t have a sister. He did not have a sister. He would remember having a sister. He would remember having a Dagger for a sister. But Annette was such a familiar name. And she had said her name was Annette Marie Todd. Todd.

No that’s stupid. Impossible. She was just messing with him, for all he knew she could have been subtly showing her face in random places for him to react to the familiarity of her face and she could have said the name sometime in the last few months for him to vaguely recognize the sound of her name but not place it.

But the Lazarus pit did alter his memories from childhood, it was like looking through a fog of red anger, or maybe it was always like that even before the pit, and it also completely wiped out other parts of his memory. But a sister? No. No way.

Hours of this, circling around the possibilities and shifting around on his bed trying to get comfortable until he finally drifted off in a very restless sleep.

Jason found himself in a familiar apartment, the one he lived in before his “mother” died. He looked around and it was more of the feeling of familiarity that convinced him where he was than anything else. He steps aside for a younger version of himself to run by him and turns to the window that led out to the fire escape and watches him climb out of it and close the window. Jason turns back around to see what Young Jason was hiding from. A man hands a thick envelope to his mother, Catherine Todd who had wrapped herself in a thin silk robe, her bony frame visible as well as her happy focus on the money inside that envelope. Jason couldn’t make out the man’s face but he turned around and grabbed the small hand of a little girl in pigtails. She turned her head and faced the window sending a smile but he couldn’t quite make out her face so he instead turned to himself sitting outside.

As he turned his surroundings changed but in his dreamstate he paid no mind to it. This time he was standing in an aisle of a store as a child. He looked around and found his mother dressed embarrassingly in a thin tank top and ragged jeans and flip flops. He feels a squeeze of his hand and looks down, his little sister is looking up at him and pointing to a rack of stuffed animals of Clifford the Big Red Dog that were suddenly there. He sends her a smile and looks up, intent on catching up with his mother and asking her to buy one but as he chases her his intent slips from his mind and instead he wants to taste the cupcakes he just saw. He opens a case and takes a bite but yelling makes him turn around and there is Batman towering over him. Instead of a tasty cupcake he is holding something thick and metal, a crowbar. He throws it at the man and turns to run away and jumps out of the parking garage and jumps into the air flying up. But he’s too slow, he tries kicking and swimming in the air to propel himself further away from Batman but a hand wraps around his foot.

Jason jerks awake, breathing heavy and feeling uncomfortably hot. This was much more mild than his usual nightmares, if it could even be called a nightmare, but it was bad in a different way. It wasn’t unusual for Jason to be getting chased in his dreams by one thing or another and it always ended before whatever or whoever was chasing him got him but it was getting a little old honestly.

His head was pounding so he slipped out of bed and poured himself a glass of water from the kitchen. As he takes a sip he recalls his dream and how he had looked down at his sister. But that couldn’t be right.

A searing pain in his head forces him to tighten his grip on his cup before it goes away again. Stupid head. Stupid dream. Stupid girl trying to get in his head.

As he lays back down a memory of clear grey eyes flashes across his mind’s eye.

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Throughout the next few days Jason tries to ignore the headaches and his dreams of the young black haired girl with grey eyes and of getting chased which was more frequent and more urgent than he remembered them being. It was just all a big waste of time. At least the Dagger girl wasn’t trying to find him anymore, he didn’t know how he would react if she showed up again.

After another dream of getting chased, this time he was just so tired of it he got a few good punches in on the Bane/Joker demon that was chasing him when his phone buzzes, startling him awake. He ignores it in favor of a cup of coffee and checks the time on the oven that he never uses, it’s almost two o’clock.

His phone buzzes again several more times in quick succession. He finally heads over and clicks his phone on to see five messages from Stephanie.

Replacement’s replacement🤰

so u have a little sister and u never told me???

anyways shes at the big house and getting interrogated by bruce and i think hes ready to adopt her

hello

so rude

i mean it looks to me shes tellin the truth but like seems sus for obvious reasons and ur the only one that'll actually know so… hurry up??

Jason curses and rushes to grab his things before running outside and zooming to the Wayne Manor on his motorcycle.

welp i’ll add with another part soon that i havent finished yet but anywho let me know if jason is too ooc or something😁😁

#sibling jasonette #maribat #this is real late #sorry about it #is it angsty??#im not that great at angst #also tumblr was not letting me use the cool version of that symbol #just rude #btw I edited this feb.23 just so you know but not very big changes #i dont know if you care or not

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honey-dewey · 3 years

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Little Leather Boots

Pairing: Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey/Reader

Words: 4,442

Warnings: Reader is pregnant and is very worried about it, mentions of abortion but it doesn’t happen, lots of tears, a very worried and loving Dio, mention of c-section, I think that’s it folks.

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell

After one too many wild nights with your goth boyfriend, you somehow wind up pregnant, which you didn’t even think was possible considering that you and Dio always used protection. But here you are, pregnant and terrified that Dio ‘I hate kids’ Morrissey will be pissed. No matter what happens, it’s going to be a very long nine months.

You woke up to an empty bed, as was the unfortunate usual. Your body ached in all the right places as you slid into Dio’s shirt from last night and your own pyjama bottoms. The apartment was cold, too cold as you headed to the bathroom, yawning widely.

It was only when you opened the bathroom door that the nausea hit you like a truck. You immediately felt your knees go weak, gagging and dry heaving over the sink. When you resurfaced, you rinsed your mouth out and met your own teary eyes in the mirror. Wiping away the evidence, you picked up your phone, trailing slowly to the kitchen. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, you called into work, taking the day off.

The next thing you did was text Dio. He was, understandably, worried. You told him you felt better, and that it was probably just a stomach bug or something. Nothing to worry about, nothing to come home early for.

Truthfully, you were feeling better. Too better. Settling on the couch, you googled problems where nausea was a symptom. Not much came up that was possible. A stomach bug, but nausea was your only symptom. Same went for the flu and all the other illnesses. And then, right at the end of the list, was pregnancy.

You scoffed it off, tossing your phone down. As much as Dio complained in the first few weeks, he always used a condom. Always. You’d asked him once if he ever wanted kids, and his response had been a steady fuck no.

But then you began to think about it harder. You’d always had irregular and unpredictable periods, so the fact that you hadn’t had one in a while wasn’t super suspicious, and your weight had fluctuated, but that was because Dio insisted on a cherry pie last week. No, you couldn’t be pregnant.

“But what if,” you whispered out loud, looking at the wall and sinking into thought. “It would explain a lot.”

Deciding to prove to yourself that you were absolutely not pregnant, you stood and put on a decent pair of pants, scooping up your wallet and heading to the CVS.

The closer the drug store got, the more nervous you became. What if you were pregnant? Would you get rid of the baby? Would Dio dump you if you didn’t want to? Who would take care of you and your baby?

Shaking your head, you walked into the CVS and took a breath. This would be very easy because you were definitely not pregnant.

You grabbed a three pack of tests and stood in the self checkout line, hyperaware of the heavily pregnant woman behind you. As you rang up your purchase and dug around in your wallet, you heard her sigh. “I remember when I bought mine.”

“Pardon?”

“Sorry!” The woman said sweetly, smiling at you. “I was just remembering when I bought my test for my baby. It’s a magical day.”

You tried to smile back. “Magical.”

The woman nodded. “Does your husband know?”

“I’m not married,” you breathed, staring down at the CVS bag with watering eyes. “He hasn’t, I don’t know if he’ll,”

“Oh sweetie,” the woman said, coming closer and putting an arm around you. “I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You shook your head, wiping away tears. “It’s not your fault,” you said softly. “You didn’t know.”

The woman sighed, rubbing your arm. “Darling, go home, drink some water, and take the test. I promise, no harm can come from just knowing.”

Nodding, you took your purchase and waved to the woman. She waved back as you began your short walk to your apartment.

Taking her advice, you drank water, read over the instructions in the pregnancy test box, and immediately moved everything into the bathroom.

As soon as you shut the door, you called one of Dio’s friends. Raven was a close confidant of yours and could probably be trusted with this secret.

“Yo,” Raven said as she picked up.

“Raven I think I might be pregnant.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Raven asked. “Did you take a test yet, are you sure?”

You sat in the bathtub, shaking your head. “Not yet,” you mumbled. “I bought a few.”

Raven made a noise of sympathy. “Dolly, do you want me over there?”

“Yes please,” you said, hating how weak you sounded.

“Be there in five.”

The apartment was deafeningly silent for five minutes before Raven forewent knocking and just opened your front door. “Dolly, where are you?”

“Bathroom!”

Raven’s concerned face appeared in your bathroom door. She took in the likely pitiful sight of you sitting in the bathtub and immediately joined you. “Hon, you’re a hot fucking mess in here.”

“I know,” you said, head in your hands. “The tests are on the counter. I haven’t taken them yet.”

“You should,” Raven said, standing and passing you one of the tests. “Worst case scenario, you are knocked up and Dio gets mad, so I kick his ass and take you to my place.”

You snorted and stood. “Thanks Rav,” you said softly, taking the test. “Now get out of the bathroom.”

Two agonizing minutes later, you’d washed your hands and taken the tests, not necessarily in that order. Raven knocked, and you opened the door for her.

“Can I be the Godmother?” She asked, leading you out of the bathroom and away from the tests that need a few minutes.

“What?”

“If you are pregnant,” she explained. “Can I be the Godmother?”

You sighed. “Raven, I’m not even sure I’m going to keep the baby yet if I’m pregnant.”

Raven dramatically rolled her eyes. “Killjoy,” she groaned, falling into your couch. “Okay, better question. How’re you gonna tell Dio?”

It was something you hadn’t considered yet. “Uh.” You fidgeted with a pillow, trying to think. “I don’t know. Eventually, I guess he’ll find out when I start looking like I swallowed a planet, but, well, I dunno.”

A timer dinged in the background, and Raven shot to her feet. “Do you wanna look first or should I?”

“You do it,” you said, suddenly feeling like your mouth was full of cotton. You watched Raven open the bathroom door, pick up the test, and stare down at it.

“Hey Doll,” she said, leaning her hip against the bathroom door frame and holding up the test. “Positive. All three of them.”

Your breath stopped. “Really?” A horrible euphoria spread through your body as you took the test from Raven. Sure enough, it said positive. “Oh my god.”

Raven left shortly after that, apologizing that she couldn’t stay longer.

“You call me if Dio flips his shit,” she said, hugging you close. “If he won’t take care of it, I promise I’ll be the best damn auntie in New York.”

You smiled, waving to her as she went. Sitting on the couch, finally alone, you picked up your phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Baby?”

“Hey Mama,” you said, twisting a necklace Dio had gotten you last year. “I have something important to tell you.”

Your mother gasped. “Are you engaged? Did he finally ask?”

You sighed, smiling to yourself. Despite her original hang ups with your goth boyfriend, she’d come to love Dio like he was one of her own kids, and had been pestering since your four year anniversary to get married. “No Mama, he hasn’t proposed. But I, well, I might need to come spend some time with you. For a while.”

“Oh darling, what happened?”

You took a breath, trying to force the words out of your mouth. “I’m pregnant.”

There was silence on the other end. “Mama?”

“Baby,” your mother said, voice thick with tears. “Baby are you happy?”

You began to cry too. “Yes Mama, I think I am.”

Your mother let out a breath. “That’s all I care about. If you’re happy, I’m happy. Oh your father is going to be thrilled! Does Dio know?”

“Not yet,” you said, nerves returning. “I don’t know when or how I’m gonna tell him, but I’m just terrified he’ll be mad.”

“Mad that you’re pregnant with his baby?”

“Mama, he hates kids,” you reminded. “That’s why I might have to come stay with you. Raven offered to help me, but if things go south, I want you.”

Your mother was quiet for a second. “Of course. Should I tell your father?”

You smiled. “Please do. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“You call me as soon as you tell him, no matter what. I want to congratulate or yell at him.”

Laughing, you said goodbye to your mother and hung up, leaving you alone to figure out how you’d break the news to Dio.

He came home hours later, finding you on the couch watching bad reality TV. “That bad, hm?”

You groaned. “You have no idea.” You’d cleaned the bathroom and hid the evidence, stashing one pregnancy test in your bedside table and throwing the other two out.

Dio chuckled, falling onto the couch and kissing you. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better,” you lied. “Raven came around and kept me company for a bit, and then my mom called because apparently we hadn’t talked in a while.”

“Did she ask if we were engaged?”

“What do you think?” You laughed, leaning against Dio’s chest. “Oh! Guess what!”

“Hm?”

You pulled out your phone, scrolling through Instagram until you found a specific photo. “My old high school best friend is pregnant!”

Dio squinted at the photo, and you smiled, handing him his glasses from the coffee table. He was technically supposed to wear them all the time, but he said they ruined his vibe so he never actually wore them.

“Which one is this?” He asked, adjusting his glasses and looking at you.

“Bridgit, the cute blonde who accidentally started a fire in the gym.”

Dio nodded. “She’s huge.”

You snorted, taking your phone back. “She’s eight months pregnant, Dio. Of course she’s huge. I dunno how I’d handle being that pregnant.”

“Yeah well,” Dio said, standing. “You’ll never have to.”

That sent a bolt of fear through you. Resting a hand on your stomach, against the nearly invisible baby you were protecting, you spoke with a certain caution. “You really don’t want kids, do you?”

“We’ve had this talk,” Dio reminded, sitting back down with a drink in hand. “No, I don’t. I’d be a shit father.”

“Aw, I think you’d be great at it,” you said, trying to ease your nerves. “Dio Morrissey, holding a tiny little baby, I can see it now.”

Dio chuckled, nudging you. “Where’s all this coming from? We haven’t talked babies in a year.”

You shrugged. “I’m not exactly getting younger,” you mumbled. “And when Mama called, she asked me when I was planning on having kids.”

“Oh,” Dio breathed, putting an arm around you. “What’d you say?”

“I-“ you faltered, meeting Dio’s deep brown eyes. You hoped, very fleetingly, that your baby would have his eyes. “I told her,” you said slowly, realizing it was now or never. “I told her I was already pregnant, Dio.”

It was like time stopped. Dio’s eyes went wide, his entire body stilling. “You’re kidding,” he said, so softly you almost didn’t hear. “I don’t, I mean, baby why are you crying?”

You wiped your eyes, chest heaving. “I love you so much, and I don’t want to leave, and I don’t want to get rid of the baby, and I’m scared Dio!” You stumbled over your words, still sobbing.

Dio shook his head, pulling you close. “I would never make you leave,” he promised. “Not over this.”

You went still, relaxing in the familiar arms. “You- you’re not mad?”

“Mad?” Dio pulled away, cradling your face in his hands. “No! I could never be mad at you! It wasn’t your fault and you had no control over any of this.”

Then, you asked the all important question. “Are we going to keep it?”

Dio took your hands, squeezing them tight. “Do you want to keep it? I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, okay? Think about yourself, not me. What do you want?”

You thought about it, finally coming to a conclusion after a minute. “I want to keep it.”

“Okay then,” Dio said. “I guess we’re having a baby.”

The rest of the night was a whirlwind. You called your mother, and she and your father congratulated you and made you promise to come visit soon. Raven was also called, swearing violently at Dio until you reassured her that he was okay with the scenario.

After dinner, you made tea for yourself, standing in the kitchen in Dio’s pyjamas. He came up behind you, spanning his hands across your belly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, leaning into his touch. “Your hands are freezing.”

You two spent the better part of the night like that. You resting and Dio always with a hand on your belly, thumb stroking over the dip of your waist or the divot of your hip bone.

“You sir,” you said when you finally got into bed and Dio put a protective hand over your waist. “Are obsessed.”

“I can’t help it,” Dio purred softly, kissing your forehead. “My darling is going to be a mother, and I’m going to be a father. I’m not obsessed. I’m protecting.”

You smiled. “Same thing.”

The next month was surprisingly hard. You weren’t really showing, but Dio rubbed your belly anyway. He was surprisingly physically affectionate, and did something that shocked you to your core.

He quit smoking.

For almost thirty days, you and him struggled in your own ways, always there to hold the other up as Dio’s hands shook and you dry heaved literally every morning.

Finally, you had a doctor’s appointment. You’d see your baby for the first time and find out how far you were. As you wiggled into a shirt, you turned in the mirror and gasped. “Dio!”

Dio came rushing into the bathroom. “What’s wrong?”

You pressed a hand over your belly. “Look.”

Coming up behind you, Dio grinned when he saw what you were seeing. A baby bump. An unmistakable baby bump.

“She’s real,” Dio breathed, and you grinned.

“What makes you think I’m having a girl?”

Dio smiled, kissing the back of your neck. “I want a girl.”

You laughed. “Dio, the sex of our baby is not dependent on your desires.”

“But it should be,” Dio said. “Because I want a girl.”

“Why?” You asked, tugging on a sweater and covering the bump.

Dio shrugged. “I had to look after four brothers growing up,” he explained. “I kinda want to take care of a baby girl now.”

You smiled. “You’re a sap.”

“I’m your sap,” he corrected, stepping into his boots and zipping them up. “C’mon, we don’t wanna be late.”

The trip to the doctor was odd. Your doctor was a lovely older man who, while he was a bit blunt, was soft spoken and genuinely seemed to care.

“And there’s your baby,” he said, turning the screen so you could see. He adjusted the transducer on your belly and you took a big breath, finally seeing your baby.

“She’s beautiful,” Dio murmured, squeezing your hands.

“They.”

“She.”

“Dio!” You said playfully. “We don’t know the sex yet!”

The doctor chuckled, moving the transducer a bit. “Looks like everything is developing as expected. You’re about twelve weeks, or three months along, although it’s hard to tell because you’re not sure of the date of conception. But, if you’re at three months now, then your due date should be mid-April. However, if the baby is a week or two early or late, we shouldn’t worry.”

“And when can we learn the sex?” Dio asked, still holding your hands.

“We can typically start to see it at about 18 weeks, but we’ll take a look at 22 just to be sure we can see it,” the doctor said, putting the transducer down and wiping your belly off. “We can schedule your next appointment for the sex of the baby now, if you want.”

You and Dio both nodded. “Thank you so much doctor,” you said as you tugged your shirt back over your stomach.

In the next ten weeks, you and Dio began to get ready for a baby. Your old spare room in the apartment that no longer smelled like cigarettes was cleared out and turned into a beautiful nursery. Despite your insistence that it couldn’t be painted black, Dio still managed to put his touch in it. By the time you were getting ready for your second appointment, the nursery was basically done.

“I think we did good,” you decided, looking at the nursery as you went to grab Dio so you wouldn’t be late. The walls were a smooth cream color, with the same hardwood as the rest of the apartment covered in a soft black rug. The furniture was all black, with white detailing on the crib’s blankets. Dio had found a gorgeous Edgar Allen Poe blanket that he’d insisted upon, and that was how the classic gothic literature theme came to be. After the blanket came a mobile that had ravens, and then a few picture frames with Dio’s favorite Poe passages.

“Me too,” Dio said, standing from where he’d been attempting to read a book and coming over to kiss you. “Ready?”

You nodded. “Absolutely. Mama’s still mad we aren’t having a gender reveal party.”

“Gender is a construct,” Dio reminded you with a soft smile. “As long as our bean is healthy, I will be happy.”

Grinning, you made a face as the baby kicked you. “Ow! Tiny motherfucker’s already got your punches,” you grumbled, rubbing a hand over your belly.

Dio chuckled. “Can’t inherit an ability to throw a punch.”

“Yeah, well,” you said lowly. “If this kid keeps this up, I won’t have much by way of internal organs when we’re done here.”

Your second appointment was less stressful than the first. You were out of the danger zone with the risk of miscarriage, and today was all about being happy.

“Alright,” the doctor said, pressing the transducer to your belly and beginning to move it around. “22-ish weeks, how’re we feeling?”

“I’m getting six hours of sleep a night and eating almost double what I was last year,” you said, staring up at the ceiling. “I feel terrible.”

The doctor smiled. “And you, Mr. Morrissey?”

Dio shrugged. “I’ve gotten used to living with the world’s crankiest pregnant person.”

“Bitch,” you said under your breath, smiling while you did it.

“Mhm,” Dio kissed your hand, the warmth of his face a weird contrast to the cold of his lip piercing. “Love you too.”

The doctor turned the screen towards you. “Alright. Are we ready?”

You and Dio both nodded.

“So, there’s the head,” the doctor said, pointing to the screen. “Hands, feet, everything is developing normally, and it looks like you’re having a little girl. Congratulations.”

You and Dio walked out of that appointment and immediately stopped for ice cream, at your request. You eagerly texted everyone, giving them the news, and Dio handed you a cup of bright pink ice cream. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking a bite of the ice cream and sitting on a bench, rubbing your belly. “So, you must be over the moon. You’re getting your little girl.”

Dio grinned, leaning against your shoulder. “Baby, I have never been happier.”

Three weeks later, sometime during month 6, you started to feel the euphoria die. You were in pain, and lots of it. Every day, the baby seemed to find new ways to make you suffer. Shifting around and sitting practically on your bladder at one in the morning, giving you hellish cravings that made Dio gag more than once, and for a whole week you had nausea so powerful that you could barely eat. No matter how many times Dio kissed over the now obvious swell of your belly, you felt a creeping horror at the stretch marks you were now sporting.

“Oh my god!” You hissed, crawling out of bed and swearing violently as you began to make slow laps around the apartment, trying to ease your pain. “Fuck!”

As you trailed from the kitchen to the bedroom, you felt something warm trickle down your leg. Looking down, a gripping terror took your heart as you realized exactly what had just happened. Three months early, your water had broke. You felt your breath quicken as you did the only rational thing. You screamed for Dio.

“Shane!” You yelled, the panic forcing his given name out of your mouth. “Fuck! Shane!”

Dio came skidding out of the bedroom in all his half asleep glory, eyes wide. “What’s wrong?” He said, voice urgent. “Babe? Talk to me!”

“Water,” you gasped, reaching out to him. “Shit. Water just broke.”

“What?” Now Dio’s panic met yours, but he was significantly better at keeping a level head. “Okay, not freaking out. We are not freaking out. Look at me. That’s it, there we go.” As he talked, he led you from the puddle of amniotic fluids on the kitchen floor to the bedroom, folding up a towel and guiding you to sit. “I’ll call the doctor, okay? You just relax.”

Dio scooped his phone up, anxiously dialing the number for the office.

“Hello? Yes, my partner’s water just broke. Yes, they’re about twenty five week. Of course. Yes. Definitely. Okay, thank you.”

He hung up, sitting next to you and putting a careful hand on your back. “Babe. C’mon, we’ve got to get to the hospital.”

You nodded, standing and gripping Dio’s hand as he led you to the car, laying the towel down in the passenger seat and helping you sit.

“Baby, listen to me,” Dio said softly, taking your hand as soon as he was in the car. “The doctor said you’re probably going to be okay, and so is the baby. 25 weeks is super early, but there’s a high chance you’ll both be okay.”

“Okay,” you said, placing your hands over your belly. “It seems she’s also inherited your dramatic flair.”

Dio chuckled. “Close your eyes. We’ll be there before you know it.”

Despite the late hour, the hospital was alive with activity. A kind nurse led you to the delivery wing, gave you a hospital gown, and promised to get the doctor.

He was in the room within minutes, checking your dilation and sighing. “So,” he said, standing. “We’ve got options here. Option one, a natural birth. Technically possible, but risky. Option two, c-section. Less risky, but it leaves a scar and you’d need more recovery time.”

It wasn’t a hard choice for you. “Whatever’s safest for the baby.”

The doctor nodded. “Okay. C-section it is. Mr. Morrissey, if I could ask you to leave the room.”

“What?”

“With the baby being this early, we don’t want anything to complicate the procedure,” the doctor explained. “Please, I promise we’ll get you if anything major happens.”

“Wait!” You shouted, gripping Dio’s hand. “He can’t stay?”

“I’m sorry,” the doctor said. “But no.”

Dio’s hands were shaking as you kissed them. “Darling, I’ll be fine,” you promised. “Dio, hon, look at me. Just go wait outside. I’ll yell if I need anything.”

Dio turned to the doctor after kissing you and rasping out a soft farewell. “You come get me if anything goes wrong,” he said softly, so you wouldn’t hear. “And if you have to choose between one or the other,” he glanced at you, knowing you’d actively disagree with what he was about to say. “You save my partner, okay?”

The doctor nodded. “Of course,” he said. “You can wait right there. This won’t take long, I promise.”

Apparently, the doctor was a big fat liar. Almost an hour later, Dio was leaning against your mother’s shoulder, half asleep. It had taken so long that they’d had time to show up, which wasn’t helping Dio’s building anxiety.

Finally, finally, a nurse opened the door. “Morrissey?”

Dio jumped to his feet, despite almost falling asleep mere minutes before. “Yes?”

“The procedure was a success,” the nurse explained. “Both your partner and your daughter are okay. Would you like to see?”

Dio’s heart pounded as he entered the room. You looked completely exhausted, pale and sweaty but alive. You smiled upon seeing him, weakly gripping his hand. “Told you,” you mumbled.

He grinned, but his attention was soon grabbed by the tiny baby in the room. She was connected to more wires and tubes than you were, but Dio didn’t care. He put a hand against the glass of the chamber she was in, tears starting to flow. “She’s perfect.”

“She is,” you agreed, looking at your baby. “Is my mama here?”

Dio nodded, still entranced by the baby. “Welcome to the world,” he said softly. “Athena Morrissey.”

You and Athena were in the hospital for another month, Dio visiting daily to see you and hold you upright as you saw your little girl. She kept getting stronger, defying every odd and surprising you whenever she could.

It was hard, the first few weeks home. Athena would be in the NICU for a bit longer, until she was healthier, but Dio told you that this was just a chance to truly prepare for the little bundle of joy.

The day you took her home was a tear jerker. Dio insisted on carrying her through the door, the tiny little thing swaddled in his arms as he gave the dead asleep Athena an apartment tour.

That night, you smiled, watching Dio away back and forth with Athena in his arms. He’d abandoned his jacket for the comfort of something softer, Athena’s white onesie a contrast against his black shirt.

“Y’know how, almost ten months ago, I joked that I could totally see you holding a baby,” you said softly, standing and moving to Dio’s side.

“Yeah?”

You smiled, stroking a finger down Athena’s cheek. “You look so natural like this,” you said. “You’re gonna be an amazing father.”

“And you will be an amazing mother,” Dio said, kissing you. “Can you grab something out of my pocket?”

Nodding, you reached into Dio’s pocket and stopped when your fingers brushed something small and metal. “Dio.”

“Darling.”

You pulled a beautiful ring out of his pocket, your emotions getting the better of you. “Are you proposing?”

Dio grinned. “Figured it was time. Is that a yes?”

You nodded. “Yes. Dio Morrissey, I cannot wait to marry you.”

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Love Her (Part 11)

Summary: Things are going great at home but when the reader’s father shows up out of the blue looking for a reconciliation, things take a turn for the worse...

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Pairing: Doctor!Dean x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 4,300ish

Warnings: language, mentions of death, scary situations

A/N: Fair warning, this is a rough one...

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Two Months Later

You were a few days into your winter break. The twins were still bouncing around like maniacs and playing with their presents nonstop. Dean and Ana had bought you a laptop and a few other smaller things. Things were good around home and you’d really started to feel happy for the first time. You felt like you were loved and had a family that cared for you. Everything was perfect.

Until you answered the front door and saw the man standing there.

You swallowed and stared as he stepped inside.

“Is that the food?” asked Dean as he walked around the corner into the foyer. He immediately frowned. “Who-”

“I came to see my daughter,” said your dad, looking down at you.

“You’re supposed to be in prison,” you said. “You’re supposed-”

“Good lawyer. I was acquitted a week ago due to circumstantial evidence and a false confession,” he said.

“False?” you asked.

“I never did those things, kiddo. I never hurt mom. I was only trying to protect you and the twins. I turned on some bad people in there. Some very bad people. I was able to get out,” he said.

You looked back at Dean with a frown.

“Why don’t you pack up your stuff, Y/N, and I can show you our new place,” said your dad.

“I’m sorry but that’s not happening. This is her home,” said Dean, stepping in front of you.

“She’s no longer in foster care from what I checked. I heard you wanted to adopt her but since she obviously hasn’t done that yet, I think she was waiting for her real dad. I appreciate you giving her a home these past few months but we both know where she really wants to go,” said your dad.

“Dad,” you said, getting a glare from him. “I go to school here. I finally have made a few friends for the first time ever. The twins are here. Dean-”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll make new friends where we go. Maybe you can come visit the twins sometimes. Come on, I got the car running out there,” he said.

“No,” you said. He cocked his head and Dean put his hand behind himself, pushing you back a step.

“You brainwash my kid?” asked your dad, narrowing his eyes at Dean.

“Just because you made her, doesn’t make you her father,” said Dean.

“Neither are you,” he said, getting in Dean’s face. You swallowed. Your dad was taller and bigger than Dean which was saying something. He was prone to anger before prison. You could only imagine how much worse he’d gotten after seven years there. “Y/N, pack up your things.”

“She is a legal adult. She is free to make her own decisions of where to go,” said Dean.

“Y/N,” he said.

“Can you just give us a second?” you asked, grabbing Dean’s hand and pulling him away. “Don’t piss him off. I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Y/N. I can’t force you to stay but we both know he is lying. I don’t know how he got out but I don’t want you to go with him. I don’t think it’s safe, honey,” said Dean.

“Let me see if I can get him to leave,” you said. You walked back over to the foyer, giving your dad a smile. “Dad. I’m going to stay here. I-”

“He’s not your father, Y/N. Don’t listen to him. I am. It was an accident what happened with mom. It was just an accident,” he said. “They let me out. They wouldn’t have done that if I was guilty.”

“I’m not ready to go live with you. Maybe once you get on your feet more. You just got out of prison,” you said, hoping that would get him to be more understanding.

“Pack a bag,” he said quietly. “You are coming home with me. You are not his daughter. You are mine. Just spend one night. Just one night, kiddo.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, walking past Dean for your room, his hand catching your arm.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I’ll give him one night to prove me wrong,” you said. “One night.”

“I don’t like it,” he said.

“Dean. They did let him out. What if he’s telling the truth?” you said. Dean sighed but nodded. “It doesn’t mean I want to go away from all of this. I need to give him one chance. You can pick me up in the morning. I think that’ll be enough time for me to figure things out.”

“Alright,” he said. “Alright. I’ll be there first thing.”

“Dad?” you asked when you drove out of town a short while later. “I thought the address you gave Dean to come get me at was on the west side of town.”

“Yeah. It’s a diner. I figured we could get some breakfast there in the morning. We used to go when you were little,” he said.

“Oh. Okay,” you said from the passenger seat. You stared absently out the dark window, not sure how to bring up any kind of conversation and he didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk. You started to get nervous when you were still driving an hour later, your dad finally getting off the highway and driving into some hick town. “Where are we?”

“Why?” he asked. You pulled out your phone and saw no cell service.

“I’m curious,” you said.

“We’re in the new town I live in,” he said, driving for a while until you suddenly turned down a dirt driveway, driving back through some trees for a few minutes until you stopped outside what looked like a hunting cabin. “It ain’t pretty but you got your own room.”

“It’s just for the night, dad,” you said. You got out of the truck and grabbed your backpack from the backseat, slinging it over your shoulder as you followed him inside.

It wasn’t too bad. There was a TV and it was clean. It looked like it was two bedrooms with a single small bathroom. You dropped your bag in the empty room, spinning around to see your dad standing in the doorway.

“So,” you said.

“So what?”

“So you’ve been silent the whole way here. Don’t you want to talk or-” you said before he stepped inside and shut the door after himself.

“You’ve turned into a mini version of your mother,” he said but he narrowed his eyes as he said it. “The fancy rich doctor didn’t want you. That’s why he didn’t adopt you. He wanted the twins. Not you. So don’t act like a little bitch to me. He’s the one that abandoned you. I was always there for you. Always. Understand?”

“Yes,” you said quietly.

“Yes what?” he shot back.

“Yes sir.”

“You stay with me. You don’t need all that fancy crap. You can finish your GED and get a little job in town and you can stay with me, alright?” he said.

You nodded and he returned it before he hugged you. You nearly flinched but tried to stay relaxed. He left after a moment and you swallowed. You grabbed your bag and went to the window, trying to force it open. Unfortunately it let out a large shriek as you tried to do so and he was back in the room before it was open.

“What are you doing?” he asked, walking over.

“I was...hot,” you said.

“It’s the end of December,” he said. “It’s twenty something degrees out.”

“I was hot,” you said, swallowing as he yanked your bag off your shoulder.

“You were hot? Alright,” he said, going to the radiator in the room and doing something to it. “There. Now you won’t be hot.”

He took your bag and left the room. You went back to the window and realized it wasn’t going to open without the help of anything besides a crowbar.

“Fuck. What did I do?”

You spent half the night shivering in your room before you took your blankets and went to the family room, laying down in front of the fireplace. When you woke up, the heat was gone and your dad was staring down at you.

“Why are you out here?”

“My room was too cold,” you said.

“Well tough shit,” he said. “I gave you a bed. I expect you to sleep in it.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. He raised his chin but nodded.

“Now you know. Come on, we’ll head into town after breakfast. I need to pick up some things,” he said. You nodded and did your best to keep things cordial while you ate eggs, the air tense and heavy until you got to a general store.

“If you need something, get it,” he said, shoving a basket in your hands. You nodded as he took off. You went over to the front desk and asked to use their phone, the man raising an eyebrow as he handed it over.

“Where am I?” you asked as you dialed.

“Littlefield,” he said.

“What’s the address of the dirt driveway about ten minutes down the road?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Everyone has dirt driveways off Main street,” he said. You groaned and heard the other end pick up.

“Hello?” asked Dean.

“Dean. It’s me,” you said quietly.

“Y/N? Where are you guys? The address your dad gave me belongs to someone else,” he said.

“I’m in Littlefield. It’s like an hour west of town. He’s staying at some little hunting cabin like ten minutes up the road on Main street. A dirt driveway. I don’t know the address,” you said.

“Sweetheart.”

“Please come get me. Get some cops to come get me. Please,” you said.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked.

“No but he’s being manipulative and I think it might be headed there,” you said, spotting him down a far aisle looking at you. “He sees me on the phone. He’s gonna kill me.”

“Y/N. I’m gonna come and get you. I’m going to call the police and get them out to you super fast. It’ll be okay,” he said, your dad fuming as he stormed down the aisle at you.

“Should I run?” you asked quietly.

“If you think you need to then go, sweetheart. I’ll find you,” he said. You dropped the phone and took off outside, your dad catching up with you far too quickly on the sidewalk. He shoved you into the passenger seat and locked the door, climbing in the drivers side before he was back on the road. He drove back to the cabin, hands clenching the steering wheel when he parked.

“You will stay at home at all times from now on,” he said.

“Dad, I-”

“Don’t. Speak,” he said. He got out of the car and went to the passenger side, ripping you out of it and leading you into the cabin. He pushed you into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. There were a few loud bangs for a couple of minutes and then the door flung open. You were quickly shown back to your room, the window now boarded up.

“Dad,” you said. He twitched his eye and shoved you back against the wall. You slid down it and into the corner, looking up at him. You swallowed and took a deep breath.

You kicked your leg out and he dropped to his knees. You threw a punch you’d been working on with Dean in boxing, pretty proud of yourself that it actually seemed to phase him. You were nearly out of the room when a hand caught your ankle and yanked you down. You tried kicking but were quickly pinned and tossed back in the room. You went wide eyed when you saw him pull out zip ties.

“Dad,” you said as he forced them on you, your hands behind your back. He got your ankles together and pushed you back into a corner, before he knelt down in front of you. “Dad. What are you doing?”

“You’re not even my kid. The slut cheated on me. I don’t know why I bothered with you. When you were a little girl, you and me, we were thick as thieves but now? Now you’re some stuck up little bitch. Well you’re all alone. So I would be as well behaved as possible if you want to consider ever seeing anything besides these four walls ever again,” he said.

“Dad,” you said, tears welling in your eyes. “You said it was an accident. Mom’s car was an accident.”

“The only accident was that the slut’s other bastard children weren’t in the car with her,” he said.

“That’s my brother and sister you asshole,” you shot back. “That’s my mother.”

“Yeah and I got rid of your real dad too so add that to the list,” he said. You blinked up at him, a cocky smile returned to you. “Her friend. I let him pass the first time but the second time he slept with my wife? Yeah, I made him have an accident too and I got away with it. So if you do not learn to start doing exactly what I tell you, I will go find that doctor and give him the same treatment. Do you understand?”

You nodded and started to cry, a hand grabbing your collar.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” you said.

“Good,” he said as he released you. He went to the nightstand drawer and pulled out a wide strip of fabric before he held up to you.

“I’ll be quiet,” you said. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” he said. There was nothing to do as he put the makeshift gag over your mouth, looking you up and down when he finished. “You’ll stay like this until you decide you can be a good daughter again, understand?”

You stared up at him as he stood.

“Don’t cry. It’s pathetic,” he said. He left and locked the door after him. You closed your eyes and rested your head against your knees.

You wanted Dean to come and get you. Fuck, you’d never wanted to see him so badly in your life. You ran your thumb over your bracelet and tried to take a deep breath.

He would get you out of there. You just had to hold on until that happened.

It was nighttime when you heard a few windows break all at once. The house got loud and smoky, the door kicking in. You blinked a few times and saw three police officers in full SWAT outfits storm in. One immediately looked around the room, the other covering the door and the third approaching you and pulling down your gag.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m Tommy. I’m gonna get you out of here, okay?” he said. You nodded and smiled, wide eyed when you saw the door to the room shut. “Hey, Y/N. I want you to focus on just me until we’re out of here, okay?”

“Okay,” you croaked out as he cut through the restraints. You tried to stretch out your arms and legs, wanting to stand but Tommy put a hand on your shoulder for you to keep sitting.

“Thirsty?” he asked. You nodded and he opened a flap on his vest, unscrewing a small bottle of water and holding it to your lips. You greedily drank it down, Tommy smiling when you finished. “I bet that’s a little better. We’re gonna hang out here for a minute.”

“Where’s my dad?” you asked.

“That’s what the rest of the police officers are dealing with but you got us three to watch your back which arguably is pretty good for you cause we’re all pretty awesome guys,” said Tommy.

“Uh hm,” said the one that’d been looking around the room but was now standing between Tommy and the other officer.

“And girls,” he said. You looked at the officer and noticed the frame was a little bit smaller but with all the gear on, it was so hard to tell. He tilted his head for a moment and you saw him nod. “Alright, Y/N. Sounds like you’re getting exit B.”

The woman officer reached into a small backpack you hadn’t noticed the first one wearing and handed back a large bulky looking thing.

“Is that a bulletproof vest?” you whispered.

“Yes. It is just a precaution though,” he said, sliding it over your head. “It’s a little heavy. Lift up your arms for me, sweetie.”

You did as he said and he wrapped it around you, a shake coming back to your body.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Tommy, lifting up his goggles for a moment so you could see his blue eyes. He looked a lot younger than he sounded and you swallowed. “You’re gonna be okay. Just remember our rule. Who do you focus on?”

“You,” you said.

“Thatta girl,” he said, his eyes creasing so he must have been smiling under his mask.

“You’re kinda cute. Your eyes are cute,” you said. He chuckled and you heard the other two officers snort.

“Shut up, losers,” said Tommy. “And thank you although you haven’t seen the rest of my face so that is up for debate. You can keep talking quietly if that helps you keep calm, Y/N.”

“How old are you?” you asked.

“Twenty years old,” he said. “I graduated high school with a lot of college credits so I was able to get my two year degree really quickly and then it was on to the academy and then SWAT training. I’m part of a new program actually to get some younger faces in this kind of job.”

“Wait. If you’re only twenty...how long have you been doing this?” you asked. You saw him pull his goggles back down and you blinked at him. “Tommy.”

“Rest assured, you are perfectly safe with-”

“How long has he-”

“Tommy, focus on your pickup,” said the man by the door.

“Y/N,” said Tommy. “That means they don’t want you distracting them right now. This may be like, my first SWAT call but I have been very thoroughly trained and you are very safe with us.”

“You’re like two fucking years older than me. Max,” you said.

“Well what do you want to be after school?” he asked.

“Happy,” you said.

“Happy. I like that answer,” he said. “I want to be happy too.”

He put a hand on top of your head and he was still for a moment, likely listening to the radio in his ear again.

“Okay, Y/N. I want you to wrap your arms around my shoulders and hang on real tight,” he said. You did what he said and he quickly had his hands under your legs. “Feel free to wrap your legs around my waist if you’re able to.”

You crossed your ankles behind his back and felt his hand push your head down into the crook of his neck.

“I don’t want you to move from that spot, Y/N. Can you do that for me?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said.

“Okay. Good girl. Now close your eyes and I want you to stay very quiet for me,” he said.

“Okay,” you said.

“Alright. Package ready to be delivered,” he said. The room was quiet for a moment before the door quietly opened and you felt Tommy crouch down with you, carrying you somewhere. The air felt colder and you knew you were outside, Tommy walking a bit faster. You heard a gunshot and grabbed onto him harder, another one ringing out. Something had happened because he felt a whole lot less tense as he jogged you away.

“Alright, Y/N,” said Tommy a few minutes later. “You can lift up your head now.”

You wearily lifted it as you were set down on a stretcher on the ground on the side of the road, releasing your hold on him as two paramedics started to head over.

“She’s dehydrated. Minor bumps and bruises. Cuts to the wrists due to restraints. Likely no food or water today. Can I get a shock blanket?” he asked.

“First time?” asked one of the paramedics as they handed him one.

“Mhm,” he said. “She’s all yours in a few minutes.”

Tommy unfolded the blanket and threw it around your shoulders, tucking it tight before he sat down next to you. He took off his helmet and pulled down his mask.

“Yeah. You’re definitely cute,” you said. He laughed and wrapped his arms around you.

“So are you,” he said. “When you aren’t terrified that is. We’re gonna sit here for a minute and get you a little warm and safe feeling before the paramedics come back.”

“I like this new program they have,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder, tucking in close to his side.

“Me too. You’re alright. You’re in shock. We want to get you a little calm again is all,” he said.

“I want my dad,” you said.

“I’m sorry Y/N but you can’t see your dad right now,” he said.

“Why not?” you asked.

“Well it’s a little dangerous and-”

“I want my dad. I want Dean,” you said, staring up at him. “I want to see my dad.”

“Ah. Okay. That one I can do in just a few minutes. I promise, sweetie,” he said.

“Tommy?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he said.

“You did really good. Your first time doing this and all,” you said.

“Thank you,” he chuckled. “You were a very good first pickup. Honestly. You were very brave in there.”

“No I wasn’t,” you said.

“Yes, you were. You didn’t freak out or anything,” he said. “You gave Dean a lot of helpful information which helped us and made us all a bit safer. You did really good.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly as you closed your eyes. “Hey, Tommy.”

“Yeah?”

“Can I get a cheeseburger?” you asked. “I’m starving.”

“Alright. It might be a little bit but I’ll get you one. Some fries too,” he said, rubbing his hand up and down your arm. “Okay. Let’s get you out of that vest and then we’ll get Dean over here.”

You nodded and shrugged off your blanket, Tommy undoing the straps and peeling the vest off. He tugged the blanket back around you. He spoke in his radio for a moment and the paramedics came back with some water, checking you over before you saw Dean appear around an ambulance with an officer.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said as he rushed over. He bent down and gave you a too hard hug but you didn’t mind. Tommy fixed your blanket one last time before he stood up. “Thank you.”

“Just doing my job, sir. When you two are ready they’ll take her to the hospital to get checked out. Y/N, I’ll get on that burger for you,” he said.

“Thanks, Tommy,” you said, smiling as he headed off. You held onto Dean and let out a shaky breath. “I’m sorry. I always cause problems.”

“Hey,” said Dean, sliding his hands up to your face, giving you a smile. “You do not cause problems. You have some really bad luck is all. I’m always going to pick you, sweetheart. No matter what.”

“I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have gone with him,” you said, new tears forming in your eyes.

“You’re kind. You wanted to give him a chance. That’s not a bad thing, Y/N,” he said, pulling you into his lap and hugging you again. “I’m so sorry he wasn’t what you wanted him to be.”

“He’s not my dad. He was never my dad,” you said, closing your eyes. “Is he dead?”

“No. He’s injured as far as I know but no, he’s not,” said Dean.

“He told me stuff,” you said, trying to stay calm.

“It’s okay. The police will sort all of it out,” he said as he took hold of your blanket and fixed it around you. You took a deep breath and lifted your head, smiling when you saw Tommy behind Dean and put a blanket on him.

“I like him,” you said when he walked away.

“You like the young SWAT guy that saved you? I wonder why?” chuckled Dean.

“He’s sweet,” you said.

“I’ll save the psychology lesson on why that is for tomorrow,” he said, using part of his blanket around you. “Any better?”

“Mhm,” you said. He kissed your cheek and you smiled. You looked down and saw his bracelet, one of his fingers toying with your own. “I love you, dad.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said, pulling you to his chest.

“Was that okay?” you asked quietly.

“Yeah. It’s more than okay, Y/N,” he said, letting out a shaky breath himself. “Nothing’s going to get you. I promise.”

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A/N: Read Part 12 here!

#spn #supernatural #dean x foster daughter!reader #series #au #dean winchester

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sauntering-down · 4 years

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bits of random dreams i’ve had lately:

the last day of high school, leaving the building and walking out to the rows of buses out front only to realize i had no idea what bus to take. i wandered through, searching for anyone i knew lived near me, then noticed bus 99 and saw my brother sitting near the front. obviously that was the right one, so i got on board. it was so crowded almost every seat had three people in it; i wound up sitting on the very edge of a seat, next to a girl i didn’t know and my brother. after a few minutes of this, i’d had enough, so i got off super early and started walking home. stopped in some kind of bakery or cafeteria along the way, but left almost immediately because they didn’t have what i wanted (whatever that was).

i went to a mall that was well on its way to the grave - there were maybe a dozen open stores near the entrance, but as i walked further into the mall, just about every unit was empty. a janitor actually stopped me and pointed out there was nothing at all down this way, so i turned around and went back. close to the entrance was a KB Toys, of all things, but it too was going out of business and selling everything in stock. just before i left the mall, i decided to check out the KB Toys quick just to see if there was anything interesting on clearance. for some reason, the store only seemed to sell things from Minecraft and The Nightmare Before Christmas, and there was a lot of jewelry. looked around to see if i could find anything with Zero on it for my mom, had no luck, started to walk out past the Minecraft section... and i’m not sure if i walked into a kid or got in the way or something, but this entire family suddenly got really pissed off at me. so they tried to kill me! i blacked out and when i woke, i was in a hospital room (which looked exactly like the KB Toys, minus the toys). there were tubes stuck in me everywhere, i was on a respirator, my parents were both in the room... but i really wasn’t in pain or anything? like, i knew i should be, but maybe they had me on the good drugs. i remember someone taking the respirator tube out of my throat before i woke up for real.

i was reading what i guess was a modern AU of Star Wars Rebels. Ezra and Kanan were in a public pool and when they decided to leave, Kanan (who was already blind) put his hand on Ezra’s shoulder so it’d be easy for him to find his way out of the pool. and then there was this really sweet paragraph with Ezra thinking he used to be uncomfortable when stuff like that happened, because he wasn’t used to having anyone really care about him, but now he was proud of it - like he always wanted to brag to people yeah, this is MY family and they’re awesome, i bet you’re jealous. there was also a bit where he’d thought Sabine was hot when he first came to live with the rest of them, then he met her girlfriend and realized he never would’ve had a chance anyway, but it was all cool because they taught him how to make spray paint bombs.

speaking of SWR dreams, Kallus showed up twice... once when i was trying to find my lost phone, which was at the bottom of a zipline for some reason. i don’t remember why he was there. in the other one, though, he and Zeb got stranded - again - on a random planet, though this time they were in this huge, misty birch forest. there were all these big sheeplike creatures around and Kallus was like oh, we don’t have to worry about getting cold now, they’re ready to shear and we’d probably be doing them a favor since they’re clearly feral and nobody’s taking care of their coats. so Zeb’s reaction to that was ‘how does an ex-Imperial from Coruscant know so much about sheep’... but it turned out that while he let everyone believe he was from Coruscant (the accent helped), he was really from a farm on some tiny Mid-Rim planet.

#ngl i'm kinda loving that backstory for Kallus #dream

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lizartgurl · 6 years

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“Be Brave” (Aqualight Coffee Diem AU)

So forgive me, because I actually hate coffee, but the concept of coffee shops is really cute to me, especially when you bring @super-spoiler‘s Coffee Diem AU into the mix, so this is cute scenario+cute ship+Owl City’s new song=More cute! So enjoy!

Kaldur decided to blame the heat on his cheeks as his body’s natural defense against the falling snow, and definitely not at the cute girl in front of him.

Being bi was a disaster. He was attracted to basically everyone he saw. There was no escape. Roy and Conner were taking their lucky exchange student buddy sledding for the first time (they didn’t get snow in Kaldur’s Mediterranean home).

He was confident that he’d seen the girl with a long black braid and a gold nose piercing before, but he couldn’t place where. She was currently laughing in a manner most uncouth as she struggled to help a gaggle of blonde girls about her age drag their huge sled up the hill, but all of them kept tripping through the deep snow.

They were halfway up the hill when Kaldur and his friends caught up to them with their own sleds.

“Hey Kara,” Conner grinned at the tallest blonde, who stuck out her tongue at him.

“Piss off, Kon,” She said. The girls burst into laughter again.

“Can I help you with your sled?” Kaldur was asking before he could think.

Another blonde, who appeared to have dyed her afro, and who wasn’t Kara, placed her hand over her heart dramatically, “What a gentleman!” The girls backed up to let Kaldur dump the snow off of their sled and hang it over his shoulder to bring it up to the top of the hill.

“Who’s the gentleman, cuz?” Kara asked Conner, holding the hand of the third and final blonde. Kaldur tried not to notice that the girl he had noticed earlier was smiling at him gratefully.

“Ladies, this is Kaldur. He’s an exchange student from Greece.” Conner patted him on the shoulder with a wink as they followed Roy.

“I love Greece!” Kara’s hand-holding buddy squealed appreciatively, “I go there every summer with my mom for work!”

Afro-blonde shoved her hand at Kaldur, “I’m Stephanie, I’m a disaster bi and I’m from Gotham.” Kaldur tucked both sleds under his arm to be polite.

“Kiran, you’re an exchange student, right?” Kara asked the dark-haired girl.

“Yeah, I’m from India,” Kiran smiled. Kaldur almost tripped. Her smile was almost as bright as the sun, dancing off the pure white snow in a dazzling display of light. Kon elbowed him. He knew.

“Is this your first snow?” Kon nodded in Kiran’s direction.

“Yup!” Kiran caught a snowflake on her tongue, adding a little skip to her step, her thick green winter shawl spreading like a pair of angel wings as she bounced along.

He was going to have a heart attack.

“Hey! It’s Kal’s first snow, too!” Kon patted Kaldur on the back with a little too much enthusiasum, and he fell over.

By then, thankfully, they had reached the top of the hill. Kiran helped Kaldur to his feet and helped him brush the snow off his shoulders. “So, what do you think of the snow?”

Kaldur looked around, blinking up at the sky, praying to the gods above for an answer.

“Cold,” He settled on at last. Like an idiot.

“Hey!” Stephanie held up the girl’s giant sled, “Let’s see how many people we can fit on here!”

“We could barely fit ourselves on there,” Kara’s girlfriend, Cassie, pointed out with barely-contained laughter.

“We can squeeze real close,” Kara suggested with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Come on, Kon! Grab Bart and Roy! We’ll dogpile on the thing!”

Roy immediately said no, and slid down on his own before further argument could be made, but Kon’s other friends were all in.

“You wanna join in?” Kiran asked Kaldur. Stephanie had already claimed seat at the front of the sled.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, all Kaldur could do was not. Still smiling, Kiran took pity on him, or maybe she wanted to see him spontaneously combust, and gently took his hand and sat the two of them on the sled with Cassie and Kara.

Rose, one of Kon’s co-workers, agreed to push them down once they were all on.

“Remember!” Cassie barked, “We lean together!”

“Go!” Rose shrieked with glee and gave the sled as big a shove as her tiny muscles could, which was much more than Kaldur expected. They shot down the hill with a collective scream, shooting past every other sled on the slope.

Kiran was seated right behind Kaldur, and as he held onto the sides of the sled for balance, she held on to his torso, like they were riding a motocycle. Kaldur didn’t have a motorcycle, but he had a moped back home in Santorini.

The joyride ended all too early, as Stephanie screamed at all of them to lean to avoid a tree. Everyone leaned in a different direction, and the momentum sent them tumbling into the snow.

“Bart! That was all your fault!” Cassie shouted as they lay red-faced in the snow.

“How was it my fault?” Bart pouted, throwing a clump of snow at Cassie. It hit Kara instead, who threw a snowball at Kon. Then it was just a free-for-all.

Kaldur’s gloves had fallen off, so he packed the snow with his bare hands, tossing one at Connor, then at Stephanie. Kiran surprised him with a snowball exploding on his back. She laughed, and it sounded like the tinkling bells that played at Christmastime.

He was in love.

“Oh crap,” Kara checked her phone, “Steph! We have a shift in like five minutes.”

“Aw, already?” Steph pouted.

“Come on, maybe you’ll see business girl today,” Cassie teased, making Stephanie’s cheeks flush a lovely shade of pink.

“Or Wayne boy,” Kara grinned.

Stephanie was already running through the snow, “I’m going, I’m going!”She shouted, sprinting for the coffee shop across the street.

“Any of you guys wanna come in for some hot chocolate or something? I work in the back, and Steph’s only allowed to man the register, but Court and Harper are pretty much barista wizards.”

“Do we get a discount for being your friends?” Kiran asked, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

Kara laughed. “No.”

“Trust me, if I could get a discount for being her girlfriend, I would,” Cassie whispered in an exaggerated manner. Kiran and Kaldur laughed.

“Where’s my discount for being the best cousin ever?” Conner demanded, running to catch up.

“Reserved for Clark,” Kara smirked, holding the door open for everyone.

The bell rang to announce customers in the mostly-empty cafe. The only occupied table was a girl with a soft smile and short black hair,

“There you are!” A girl in a green apron and purple and blue hair waved at Kara from behind the counter.

“Steph came in early for once, and I was wondering where you were.”

“Hush, Harper, I brought us customers, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Harper chuckled, “Klarion and Amy did something funky with the frother, so I’m going to make that my main project for today.”

“Ugh, Klarion,” Kara rolled her eyes. “Steph will be out in a sec to take your orders,” She promised. She ducked behind the counter with Harper and disappeared into the kitchen.

Kiran sat down at the booth with the only other customer in the store. “Origami?” She asked, noting all the folded scraps of paper.

“Yeah,” The girl waved her arms, “Harper’s brother found a book and taught her, so she taught me.”

“We wrote little fortunes on the inside of all of them!” Harper grinned at the girl in the booth.

“Take one,” She handed a crane to Kiran, who shook her hand.

“I’m Kiran.”

“Cass.”

They were all made with neon-colored sticky notes. Cassie took a little folded-up bright green frog that you could hop across the table, Conner took a tiny pink paper airplane that didn’t fly very well, and when Kaldur stood around shyly, Kiran pressed another crane into his hand. While hers was bright yellow, his was a beautiful blue.

Kaldur carefully unfolded his crane. He wanted to see this curious fortune that Harper and Cass had come up with, but he also wanted to preserve the complex folds in the shape of a bird.

He found it, under the wing. Two words in black ink, written in cursive.

“Be Brave”

“Okay!” Stephanie burst out from the kitchen in a hat and apron that matched Harper’s and stepped up to the till.

“You know what you want yet?” Kiran asked Kaldur.

He shrugged. Right now, he was trying to contemplate the complexity and simplicity of his fortune.

“I think I will just get a black coffee. That is what I usually get.”

Kiran’s nose scrunched up. “You can’t just get the same thing every time! There’s like fifty items on the menu! Don’t you want to improvise?”

Kaldur glanced at the menu hanging over Stephanie and Harper’s heads as the fourth barista, “Court”, burst in.

“Peppermint latte?” He asked Kiran for approval.

She nodded, satisfied, “It’s seasonal, you have to appreciate it while it lasts.”

“Be Brave”

The writing on his fortune flashed in his mind again.

“Can I buy you a coffee?”He asked.

Kiran blinked, as if his request had blown her away.

“Two peppermint lattes coming up!” Stephanie declared.

“Court, get your butt out here we got work to do!” Harper barked.

Kiran laughed again, as Court stumbled out to help Harper with the drinks.

Neptune’s Beard, she was beautiful.

“Don’t worry, I was going to say yes anyway,” She promised, taking his hand.

They walked up to the til, where Stephanie smiled smugly at the two of them, to pay for the drinks. Kaldur slipped his crane into his pocket. He may need it later.

#coffee diem au #kaldur'ahm #aqualad #kiran singh #solstice #lizart writes #super-spoiler #my frens #everyone go read supes's au they're amazeballs #aqualight

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hazeofhearts · 6 years

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Modern!Billy Hargrove Headcanons

(Ok!! So this idea came to me and idk how many of these there are on here but I it doesn’t matter because this is gonna be great!)

(EDIT 2/15/18: I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR LITERALLY TWO MONTHS I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS!!!)

So we all know that Billy likes looking pretty for his ladies based on how long he probably took to do himself up for his date in episode 8.

So we KNOW that the modern boy would be ALL👏🏻ABOUT👏🏻SKINCARE👏🏻

He does face masks like twice a week. One for stress relief and another of random choice from his collection of free samples

When he goes into the store, he pretends to be shopping for you but really it’s for him so he can get the samples

You have ‘girls’ night in and wear your masks and you paint your nails and Billy wears fluffy socks after he puts lotion on his feet because he’s an ‘old man’.

Modern Billy would hate smoking. Hate it with a fucking passion. Lemme explain myself ok?

In the 80s, people were smoking because that was the thing to do. You just did. So everyone smoked.

But now that we know all we know about how bad it is for your skin and lungs and your general health (no shade to anyone that does smoke, it’s your choice but you have to know the dangers and you probably do)

So Billy would smoke for a couple years and then when he got together with you, he stopped because you wouldn’t kiss him if he tasted like cigarettes

To keep Billy from smoking, you replaced his cigarettes with lollipops

Like those Dum Dum lollipops. The ones you can buy in a bag of 100 or something.

You’d put them in his car in place of his cigarette cartridge, on his bedside table, on his desk, in the pockets of all of his jackets

He was never without a lollipop in his mouth

Your favourites on him were bubblegum and blue raspberry

His favourites were cherry and lemon lime

Billy is all about protection and consent in every way possible!!!!

He wants you to feel like you’re safe with him and that you can be assured that you’re not going to get pregnant

So before the two of you even get naked, you’ve talked about condoms and birth control and all that jazz

Depending on if you’re already on birth control for menstruational reasons, this part of the conversation is easy

Condoms are another thing

Billy tries to pull that ‘condoms make me uncomfortable’ shit and you’re not having it

‘Either you wear a condom or you’re not getting ass at all’

Billy wears a condom from then on

He totally buys the funny ones to make you laugh

Like he once bought a neon coloured box of them and you nearly pissed yourself laughing you couldn’t even have sex

The first time you had sex, Billy was nervous as all hell because he knew that you felt your body was a temple and if he disrespected you, he’d be out on the curb

So he went super slow, asking if everything he did was okay

‘Can I go down on you?’

‘I’m just gonna open your legs like this, is that okay?’

You’re like ‘just fuck me already’

Modern Billy still loves his cars

He works on them all the time

He’s one of those guys that finds really shitty cars on the side of the road that have been abandoned or in junk yards and is like ‘yep new baby’

You just love walking into wherever he’s set up shop to see him without a shirt, jeans still as tight as ever, grease stains in the dirtiest places

Like there’s on right in the center of his crotch and he’d bring them to you and be like ‘oh how did that get there???????’

“Baby come kiss me”

“No you’re dirty”

“That’s never stopped you before”

Billy surprising you at work all the time

He starts recording himself going to your work every couple days to bring you coffee or lunch or anything

“Excuse me?”

*gasps because he scared you*

“I brought you your lunch”

He hands you a bag of your favourite food and you immediately break for lunch because you missed your man and you want to spend time with him

You totally live together if that wasn’t obvious by now

Your apartment clashes because Billy is an alpha male who doesn’t pick up anything and just slings stuff wherever there’s an empty space

You however can’t stand when he does that

You’ve managed to get him to replace the toilet paper roll when he finishes one, put the toilet seat and lid down and take off his shoes before walking on the carpet

He still doesn’t put his jacket on the hook by the door but that doesn’t matter because if you’re both coming from somewhere, the entryway is going to be littered with clothes anyway ;)

Which brings me back to sex ofc

Sex happens everywhere

On the floor, on the couch, in the shower

Floor sex happens when you come back from a night out on the town and too many guys were looking at you the wrong way

Couch sex happens the day after the night out when you’re both nursing hangovers and all you want to do is spoon so you do but you also fuck

Shower sex is one of those things where it happens rarely and only if you’re both 100% in the mood like if you’re not, not happening

You have sex on the counter and it’s rough and hard and fast and sexy and you can’t get enough and you just want him more and more and more

Sex in an abandoned parking lot at two in the morning in Billy’s car where the windows fog up and you rock the car on its wheels until the sun comes up

Sex in your bed is by far the best though, of course

I mean, you’re both comfortable, you’re both completely naked, you can fall asleep together right afterwards

Bed sex is slow and sensual

Billy thrusts into you slowly and sucks on your neck

He runs his hands all over your body and through your hair

He lifts both of your legs up over his shoulders and now you’re in missionary

Billy presses you to his chest while he fucks you like this, your nails digging into his back

Not painful, but on the edge of too much pleasure

After sex time

YOU👏🏻ARE👏🏻THE👏🏻THE👏🏻BIG👏🏻SPOON👏🏻BC👏🏻MODERN👏🏻BILLY👏🏻IS👏🏻A👏🏻SOFT👏🏻BOY👏🏻

Road trips all the time!!!

You’re both so young and you’re already living together

You need some time to grow but who says that you can’t grow together?

Literally no one

So you drop everything for the weekend and go to the beach, rent a beach house but usually just camp out of the trunk of your car

(You convinced Billy that sex is better in the hatchback of your car than in the backseat of his for the trip. This is almost a daily argument that you guys have and it always ends up in test runs in both cars ;) )

You cook burgers and hot dogs on the mini grill you brought and wrap yourselves up in a giant ass blanket and look at the stars

Talk about the future with each other

Plan your lives together

Modern Billy being in love with the idea of having kids and raising them

He had a shitty childhood and being a teenager sucked ass

(In my AU, instead of projecting out onto others as much as he does, Billy also grows from his abusing father and has a solid relationship with Max after he moves away from his family)

So Billy would be in a constant wave of baby fever

He’d stop moms on the street and coo at their babies

He’d love to go to parks with you and just stare at the kids

Thinking of babies made him think of marriage

Which leads me to....

Billy is not rich by any means

He essentially ran away from home as soon as he was a legal adult and had his high school diploma

He had been secretly packing his stuff up for months and storing it at friends houses and in the backyard of his house

He met you and moved into your apartment with you when you both decided things were going to be serious

When he decided he wanted to marry you, he knew he loved you

He had spent his whole life in a rocky home

His father was never around and when he was, his parents fought so hard the pictures rattled off the nails and onto the floor

So if he wanted to marry you, it meant that he trusted you and believed there would be a future with you

He spent weeks hovering around ring stores, looking and looking but never finding the right one

He became frantic, sure that if he didn’t propose soon, he would lose you

He wouldn’t but he didn’t want to be right in his doubt

So after a romantic dinner and even better dessert (ifyaknowwhatimsayin’) you’re slightly disappointed because it was the perfect set up for a proposal

Like Billy splurged on you for dinner

You wore your new red dress

You rolled over and were half way asleep when Billy prodded his elbow into your back

Now you were irritated

You turned sharply to snap at him when you saw the look in his eyes

You’re left speechless

His eyes are so soft, this beautiful sky blue

His bottom lip is between his teeth and he has his arm out for you to roll into his chest

But first he says those words

“Will you marry me?”

You immediately burst into tears

Billy panicks

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Just forget it!!”

You smack him and say of course you’ll marry him, stupid!

You fall asleep after you calm down and Billy just has the biggest smile on his face

Out of everyone on the planet, he managed to find you

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove headcanons

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happily-lost-in-oc-writing · 6 years

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Broken constellations, Chapter 3- desperate mistakes

Jessica's POV

"Why." She says, looking at me, with something like desperation,

"Why..?" I glance at her, before realizing what she's asking. .

"Why do you all torment me? What did I do to you to piss you off so bad? This place is hell enough without you- and your- bullshit...." She trails off, looking away.

My hands tighten on the steering wheel and I take a breath in as I park, and I want to tell her that I have a good reason. I want to tell her I'm sorry and I would've never gone along if I knew her but I don't know her and I don't know what to tell her.

"I see." She says, Angry and hurt. I move my hands to say something but nothing comes, and she storms off. I turn off my car and slam my head into the dash, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. DAMMIT!

I get out of the car and go after her, hoping I can compose the words to explain I am a horrible human being who deserves to burn in Hell?!?

I rush in and Amber smiles, pulling me to our group. Rex frowns at me, and Erika smiles falsely.

"You ran off last night-"

"Why don't you shove Erika in it. You didn't mind doing that when I was upset last night." I snap, and Amber frowns.

"Happy V-Day!!!!" Amber smiles, tossing little Valentine's out. I see Quincey Addams passing- she's a cute girl. Nice. She's got bright blue short hair in a curly pixie cut, a pink beanie and a pink hoodie with a jean jacket and skinny jeans with boots. She's carrying a basket of baked goods and smiles at me, I take the chance to ignore Erika and Rex and smile back.

"Happy valentines, Quinn!"

She blinks and smiles really wide,

"You too Jessica!!! And uh," she leans in and whispers, "congrats on Cassie-" she giggles and runs off- I feel myself turn pink before looking at Amber.

"Happy V-day Am." I smile at Amber and notice Cassiopeia arguing with teddy at the vending machine. I pull back until she goes inside and walk in with the group, ignoring Erika and Rex, Amber stands between us to ease the tension. All I can focus on is the situation, and how Cassiopeia was the only person who asked about it. And she had some solid advice. And how I've been nothing but absolutely horrid to her just because I could. I sit down and give her a smile, at some point in that blur of a morning.

Amber and I go to math, and I see Cassiopeia curl over in her seat, conflicted. I want to walk over and tell her it's okay and I'm sorry and that I want to know her, but I find myself lacking the confidence and the words. She hands Amber three sheets of pictures, and I take two, writing down a note.

I need to talk to her.

I might go crazy if I don't.

•T•i•m•e•s•k•i•p•

After school I hurry to my car, Amber following me. Erika starts Getting in and I turn around and glare.

"Don't." I bark, feeling my breath get quicker and angry.

She rolls her eyes and puts her hands up like she's surrendering and strolling away. Amber gets in, biting her lip.

"I'm sorry- you found out like that."

What.

"Excuse me?!? You- you knew?!?!?" I whip around to Amber and feel my heart break a little more.

"I- I've known since last summer... I was gonna tell you- but- you both seemed so happy and I didn't wanna mess anything up." She smiles sadly, and I drive silently.

"Are you- Okay.... Jessie...?" She looks at me, and I keep looking ahead, no Cassie. Dammit. I drive to her house in silence. Teddy lives over here, so does Erika. I pull up to her driveway, and she hugs me.

"I know you're not okay. I should've told you. I just didn't want to lose you guys. You're all I have anymore. You've seen my home. It's a war zone. I don't want you guys to be one too. I love you too much." She leaves that to linger in the air as she leaves the car, and I sit there, feeling my lip tremble and my eyes sting and I sob, my throat burns as I fail to compose myself. Why does it hurt so much?? I knew he didn't care about me but I also thought he loved me. Or maybe I wanted to think that... I wanted him to be true. I wanted to have it with him. I wanted him. And now I've just got this- this empty pit in my gut that's burning and hurting and I want it to stop and I want the pain to go away, I want it all to stop. I haphazardly drive home, calming my shaking hands just enough to get back, and check the note on the fridge.

I cant breathe, every breath burns going down and rips it's way through my lungs and my stomach is on a tower of terror- it goes up and down and drops over and over again and I can't help but think of how much everything hurts right now. Everything is causing so much pain and I can't even see the damn wound. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. It makes me want to forget the day for at least a minute.

"Went out for the week, Doodlebug. Love you. Be back Friday."

I tear open the liquor cabinet and down the vodka, some tequila, and enough brandy to forget the next twenty four hours. I stuff my face with cold pizza and I sit on the kitchen floor, sick of emotions

"Cassieeeee" I remember I need to talk to Cassie. Yes. I need to do that. I want to talk to her right now. She makes the blurry shit clear. Yes. Rex is a dick and Cassie is warm.

With Rex being a dick, and Erika being a backstabbing bitch, and Amber being an emotional mess, Cassie is clean. Cassie is neat and comforting.

I get up and check the time: woah. It's 12:39 am. I stumble over and knock on the door . I keep knocking until she opens the door tiredly, in shorts and a hoodie that falls over her thighs.

"Jessica... what the fu-"

"Cassie we need to talk!" I hug her and pet her hair, hoping she'll listen. It's soft like it looks and fluffy, and she's warm. She's super warm. I wonder what her hugs feel like. "We need to talk like. I said in the note you read I saw you read it and. I wanna talk to you."

"Dear god you smell like a bar." She takes me up some stairs to her room: it's baby blue and there are fairy lights, a pastel day bed with a princess canopy around it, a white dresser and stuffed animals.

That's when it all got fuzzy.

And I woke up to Cassie's back, her in a bra, and curled up under the covers.

Fuck.

Cassie's POV- 12:39 am last night.

I had just finished watching a movie to get the day off my mind, a long walk home and getting chewed out, all I wanted to do was relax and recharge.

But my life has gone to hell, so you know that didn't happen.

There's banging downstairs on the back door, and i go to tell whoever it is to fuck off, when I see a very intoxicated, very exhausting Jessica "Jessie" Smith.

Joy.

I open the door, very much done with this grade-A, amateur fan fiction type bullshit.

"Jessica.. what the fu-"

She cut me off with incoherent slurs, saying my name and then trailing off. She stumbles into me and starts running her hands in my hair, mumbling "note-talk-we-yes"

"Dear god. You smell like a bar, you need to go home."

"Nn-Nnh!" She Shakes her head no- she probably won't remember half of this when she wakes up. She keeps insisting herself closer to me and I give in, bringing her inside and locking the door again (for safety), I push her up the stairs and to my room. I go to pull the mattress out of the closet when she just flops herself on my bed, I sigh. I'm so done with this, I swear to god. She's the last person I want in my house, nevertheless my life. I sit down on the side of the bed and put my head in my hands, a headache forming. This- whatever this was, was something I would have to clean up in the morning. I groan and try to lay down, its better than having her drunkly crying or whining or something. I turn on the fan and lay down, taking my hoodie off. I think about the last two days, and part of me is happy I'm not alone.

But most of me wants to kill myself.

Jessica's POV- 5 am.

Cassie starts sitting up, sliding her hoodie on, and she shakes me. I sit there in shock, with a major headache. I can't remember last night. Cassie nudges me again, a little less gently.

"Get up. My dads gonna come here to wake me up soon. You need to be gone."

Shit. That's right, we have school. I sit up and get up, stumbling. She hands me my shoes and ushers me out.

I turn pink, and the thought crosses my mind and I have to know-

"Did we- you know...." I look at her,

"What-?!? No! Jesus, Jessica. Of course not. You came here drunk and crying and refused to leave." She whispers, rolling her eyes and pushing me out the back door.

"Ill.... see you at school...?" I ask, smiling awkwardly.

"Maybe." She says, shutting the door. I stand there for a second before making my way back to my place, shutting the door. I slide down it, and text Amber.

Jessie 🖤: hey Bichhhhhh. Feeling sick. Won't be in today. I love you, Amb. XOXO.

Amber 🤪: Okay, stay safe. I really hope we can work this out, Jessie. I don't want you guys at each other's throats.

I log onto my dads computer and shoot the school and email, before going back to bed.

Cassie's POV: 6 am.

My dad opens the door, and I groan, curling up. He looks at me, and I frown.

"Dad, I feel sick. Can I stay home today?"

He frowns, and walks over to feel my head. He looks at me for a long time, before nodding yes.

"Cass, I love you. I don't know what's going on in your life- but you know you can talk to me. I'm your dad. I love you kiddo." He Walks out, and I lay back down, curling up and falling asleep. I wake up to a series of texts from teddy.

Teddy: where r you

We need to talk.

R you avoiding me?

Cassie this isn't funny.

We need to talk, Cass.

Are you at home?

I'm gonna drop by.

Answer me, Cassiopeia.

We need to talk about yesterday.

Why r you not answering me?!

Hey.

Ugh. I'm not entertaining him. After what he did yesterday the thought of seeing him makes me sick. Maybe he thought I was making an excuse or trying to get out- which I was, but I'm bisexual with a preference for women, and he needs to respect that.

No means no no matter what.

I go downstairs and see no one else is home, my mom probably went to the store and everyone else is at school, so. I have some much needed alone time.

I scrounge for the cold pizza and blueberry Soda, turn the TV on to the channel playing friends, and sit down with my junk food. After a few episodes, I clean up my plate and I hear a knock at the door. It's probably teddy, and I decide I better answer it than ignore him.

I walk and open it up, seeing the tall blonde with an uncharacteristic solemn look.

"Theodore." I say, closing the door and crossing my arms.

"Cassie. Don't do that. You know I care about you-" I roll my eyes as he talks. "What?"

"You care so much." I look up at him, a bit upset. "That's why you basically told me it was a phase. Really good friend, someone comes out to you and you insist that you can cure their gayness."

"That's not what I meant and you know it. You've been leading me on, if anything!"

" leading you on? I'm sorry. I'm sorry you're forcing your emotions on me and you're upset that they're not mutual. I don't want to see you right now Teddy." I turn around and he grabs my wrist. I ball my fist.

"Let go of me right now."

He moves his hands to my waist and pulls me to him, rough. Moving down my hips to-

"No!! Not until you see that-"

I turn around and punch him in the face, ripping my body away from him , I walk inside and lock the doors, I wait until his footsteps retreat and slump down it, feeling... wrong.

I curl up in a ball and cry.

I want my life back.

#wlw #jessie and cassie #lgbt story #broken constellations

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hazftcor · 7 years

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Promise #2

Liam:

“Promise me you’ll always stay in control.” You said to your best friend who was also your crush. You were the second person to know he was bitten, after Stiles. Why wouldn’t you know? Scott was your older brother. He had anger issues and was struggling with control. You weren’t a supernatural of any kind, but almost all your friends were some type of supernatural so you got your experience from them. You met him at the boys first Lacrosse practice after Liam transferred. Liam was dominating Scott and Stiles. You laughed at the human-made failures made by them. By the end of the practice, you went up to him and thanked him for making a fool out your brother and his best friend. He introduces himself to you right before Scott and Stiles walk up to him suspiciously, questioning on his good abilities. You defended him which was a shock to your brother, and Liam gave you a hug for getting him away from those two ‘freaks’. That was how the two of you became best friends.

“Y/n, no need to worry. I can control it over the supermoon.” He tells you before getting a text from his girlfriend Hayden. His smile became a frown. He waved at you sadly before leaving in a hurry. You didn’t really like Hayden, not only because she was dating your crush but that she’s clingy. Liam would always listen to her and ditch you for her. You were a little bit afraid that one day, Hayden’s going to tell Liam to stop being friends with me, and he’ll listen to her. But still, you hoped nothing bad is going to happen even though everything was falling down. You hoped everything would come out right. Man, were you wrong.

You knew your brother was at the library that night of the supermoon. Lydia texted him saying she to meet up at the library. He was a true alpha, he could defend himself. You weren’t worried. Until you got a call from your mom. You were at the store when you find out. You ran out of the store and got on your motorcycle, heading home. When you got there, you harshly open the door and enter Scott’s room.

“Scott Mccall! You better tell me who did this to you so I can beat their ass for hurting you.” Scott looks at your mom.

“Sorry, sweetie. I had to. She’s your sister.” Scott sighs heavily while Melissa gets up to leave the two of you.

“Are you okay, by the way?” You ask, changing your mood from angry to gentle.

“I’m okay Y/N. The pack... they’re all gone. Liam tried to kill me. Theo almost killed me. I lost them, all of them.”

“Scott...” You sat down on the side of his bed and grabbed his hand. Then you realized what he just said.

“LIAM F*CKING DUNBAR DID THIS TO YOU? I don’t care who he is to me, I’m gonna beat his ass up for killing my brother for a girl. That son of a b*tch.”

“LANGUAGE!” Your mom yells from downstairs. You angrily got up and headed for the exit.

“Y/n, it was Theo too. He manipulated Liam into killing me so Liam could get alpha status and then Theo would kill Liam so Theo can finally be an alpha. Liam didn’t kill me enough so Theo did the final touch.”

“F*ck that b*tch too. I’m pissed at my best friend. I’m going.” You said.

“Where are you going?”

“To f*ck up Liam Dunbar, and tell him that I hate him.” You told your brother. But you knew for a fact that you could never hate Liam, and so did your brother. Even though Scott called your name a couple of times, begging you to not go, you left anyway. You went straight to Liam’s house. His stepdad opened the door.

��Y/n! I’m so glad you’re here, Liam came home crying and he’s been in his room ever since.” He tells you. You gave him a fake smile before heading to Liam’s room. You knock on his door.

“Go away.” You can hear him say. Instead of following his orders, you barge in. His head snaps up.

“What the hell, Y/n?! I said go away.” He says, quickly wiping his tears away.

“Liam Dunbar, you son of b*tch. I can’t believe you would kill my brother for Hayden!”

“Y/n, i could explain! Hayden was dying! The doctors injected Mercury into her! The only way for her to survive is if Scott bit her!”

“So just because Scott declined your stupid ass request means that you could kill him??”

“Wanting to save the person you love the most is not a stupid ass request! I was mad and it was the super moon! I didn’t want to lose Hayden! She is my first love! What would you do if the guy you liked was dying?”

“The guy I like doesn’t even like me back! Don’t change the subject Dunbar, you stupid little piece of shit, you broke your f*cking promise!”

“What promise?” You were done with him at that point.

“Do I even mean anything to you? I’m your so-called best friend and you basically forget everything I say to you because you’re so in love with Hayden. You ditch me for her all the time now. I swear that I’m nothing to you. What a great best friend you are!”

“Y/n, i didn’t-”

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I LIKE YOU SO MUCH. I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, YET YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WILL KILL MY BROTHER BECAUSE OF HER. YOU’RE F*CKING MONSTER. F*CK YOU.” You started to cry.

“wait what?”

“Liam Dunbar. From this moment on, you are not my best friend anymore. I hate you, and I never want to see you again. Goodbye.” You ran out of the house, tears falling down your face. You headed home and slammed the door to your room. You cry onto your pillow. You hear a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal Scott.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” You get up and wipe your tears away before shaking your head. He comes and hugs you.

“Shh, everything will be okay.” You cried in his arms until you fell asleep. Scott was curious on what had happened but didn’t ask you as he didn’t want to make you more sad than you already were.

You didn’t go to school for a few weeks. You didn’t want to see him, or anyone in fact. Scott kept you updated on what was happening outside. He told you Theo resurrected Hayden and 3 other chimeras, the day before you were about to go back to school. You kept a emotionless expression when you heard the news but inside you were dying. On your first day back to school, you ignored everyone and went to class. Liam tried to talk to you but when he walked towards you, you would walk the other way.

That day, the pack was discussing how to figure out the beast’s identity using the charity lacrosse game. After they made their decision to cancel the game, you guys walk out of the library. Liam tries to talk to you, but Scott quickly interrupts him.

On the night of the lacrosse game, the pack discuses their job. You were to keep everyone safe if the beast attacked. When you guys split up, Stiles secretly told you that Liam broke up with Hayden. You gave him a shrug before heading to the bleachers.

You watch the boys terribly lose to Devenford Prep again. Kira wasn’t her usual self, and Malia hasn’t finished the wiring. Something was gonna happen, something bad. You felt weird just sitting at the bleachers, not only because you felt like you were useless to the pack but also because Liam kept staring at you whenever he got the chance. You awkwardly smile at him. Suddenly he starts to play hard and scores a few times, catching up to the opposite team. Leading into overtime because of a tie, a sudden squeal from the speakers enters everyone’s ears, which was eventually replaced by a growl. You watch as Liam, with glowing eyes walk towards the growl. You quickly run towards him, hoping you’ll be able to stop him, but it was too late.

“Liam. Liam, wait!” Stiles yells

“LIAM!!!!” You scream, as you watch the beast jumping over the bus and attacking Liam. Everyone else started to scream too. You yell for eveyone to get into the school and find a safe hiding place. You run up to Liam.

“Stiles! Help me! Bring him into the school.” The two of support Liam as you guys run into the school and into an empty classroom. The halls were filled with screams from fleeing people.

“I swear to god, Stiles if you faint, I will kill you myself.” You said once the two of you put Liam on a table and saw the deep scratches.

“I’m okay, I’m fine.” Liam mumbles out.

“No you are not, Liam! You could’ve died out there! What were you thinking?”

“Is it bad?” Liam asks. You shake my head while Stiles nods.

“Stiles!” You glare at him.

“Whatever, How do we fix him?” Stiles asks.

“Pain! Maybe we could trigger the pain since pain makes them human.”

“I mean he’s already in pain?” Liam groans in pain.

“Okay I don’t know! Why can’t you think of anything?”

“Because there is blood all over him, there’s screaming in the hallways and a bunch of people are probably dead by now.”

(a/n: this took me forever to think of a solution to heal liam. It sucks though)

“ugh such a negative nancy. I think we should bring him to my mom or Deaton. If only one of us was a werewolf.” Stiles nods. You hear roaring outside and you decide to go out the window. It was a struggle to get Liam out and to the animal clinic.

“Deaton? Are you here? We have an injured Liam!” Deaton appears and quickly we put Liam onto the table. Deaton does a bunch of observing and asks Stiles some questions. Your phone vibrated. You checked it out. Malia texted you.

Mals: It’s chaos here, I called Braeden to help, you better be safe:)

You: yikes okay, I’m out safe, Liam got injured bcs he think hes so strong that he can hurt a beast lol

Mals: lmao good, if he gets better, come back.

You: gotcha :)

You look up from your phone. Deaton is looking for something. Deaton finds it and puts it in a needle, stabbing it into Liam. Liam shoots up from the table, transformed, and roars very loud. You run up to him, ignoring the ringing in your ears and grab his hand.

“Liam?” You say, but you get no answer. You start to repeatedly say his name.

“Liam wake up! No don’t go, I miss you, and I need you. Please don’t go. Wake up! You promised me that we’ll go to London together someday! You can’t break promises! Liam, please wake up, I need you with me. What am I supposed to do without you? Liam... please... I’m sorry, I don’t hate you anymore. I just want you to wake up Liam Dunbar. Please wake up for me!” You hold his hand so tightly that your hands turn white. A tear slips down your face.

“I get it! Are you just doing this so I can realize how hard it is to lose the one you love the most? Just get up and lemme say I’m sorry! Please Liam, just wake up. I love you.” More tears slip down your face. You feel Liam’s hand grip onto yours.

“I love you too... not as a friend.” He whispers. You carefully lift him up

“Do you think you can walk?” Stiles asks. Liam gets up and takes a few steps forward. He nods. “Great now lets go help everyone else! I swear to god Liam if you get injured again, I’m not helping you.” You roll your eyes, You say goodbye to Deaton and the three of you head back to the school. By the time you guys get there, there is the sound of gunshots which meant that Braeden made it. You guys quicken your speed and head to the library.

“You didn't seriously think you were gonna have a chance against that thing, did you?” Braeden was asking Scott when you got there.

“No, but I got its scent.” He says, struggling to get up. You run up to him.

“Scotty, are you okay? And don’t worry, I’m okay.” He looks you in the eyes and nods. He gets up with the help of you. Then he heads out. You and Liam exchange glances before following him. The two of you follow Scott to the parking lot. Liam kept telling him to slow down. Somehow you weren’t as worried about him than Liam. Scott makes it to a car, Mason’s to be specific and opens the trunk. Inside reveled two shoes, and one of them was bloody. You gasp as Scott closes the trunk. Mason saw us.

“It’s you...” Scott says.

“What? Liam, What does he mean?” He backs up a bit and Corey suddenly appears, He takes Mason and they both turn invisible. Scott yelled out no but it was too late. They were gone.

“I think we should get a good night rest, Scott. You need to heal, Liam needs to heal. Let’s go home.” Scott sadly nodded and the three of you went back to school to meet up with the rest of the gang.

That night, the pack stayed over at your house. While Kira and Scott were in the bedroom doing who knows what, Stiles, Malia and Braeden were discussing about the desert wolf. During all of that, you and Liam sat in your bedroom in silence. Until Liam spoke up.

“Um well about what we said earlier...”

“What about it?” You ask.

“Did you really mean it?” You blush.

“I mean, kinda? I don’t know.” Liam walks over to your position on the bed and kneels down so your eyes are at the same level.

“Because I meant it.” He stares deeply into your eyes. You avoid his eyes but his hands make it up to your face and he turns it so you are facing him again.

“I love you Y/n, I didn’t know that until I lost you. You’re not just my best friend y/n, you’re the love of my life. And I was stupid to break your heart. At school, you ignoring me pains me, Because I can’t stand a day without talking to you. I love you Y/n, I love you so so much and I hope you still would take me back and love me again, but this time more than just friends.”

“I can’t love you after what you’ve done to my family.” You said as confident as you could. He smirks

“You’re lying. Did you forget I can listen to your heartbeat?” You frown.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Hate you”

“Love me” You shake you head.

“Only if you deserve it.”

“Did you see me risk my life out there?”

“I know! How could you do such thing? I was so worried about you!”

“Are you saying you love me?” You shake your head. Suddenly, warm lips comes into contact with yours. Consciously, you kiss back. When you let go, he smirks while you blush madly.

“How about now? Do you love me yet?” You smile widely.

“You’re so desperate, What a loser.” He laughs

“Well I can be your loser.” He says before you kiss him again. And some things lead to the next. That night, you lost your virginity to your best friend and first love, Liam Dunbar.

From then on, you and Liam were the power couple. That was all you wanted. To be with your best friend. You were safe, he was safe, everyone was safe. You were his anchor and he will always be yours. Liam Dunbar will always be the love of your life.

Theo:

“Promise me you’ll change for the better.” You said to your secret boyfriend, Theo Raeken. You weren’t suppose to even talk to each other because your best friends, Stiles and Scott didn’t allow it. Of course you didn’t listen. You fell in love with Theo and the two of you became close. That night Theo opened up to you about killing his sister and working for the dread doctors. You didn’t mind, but you didn’t want him to continue on with being evil.

“I promise babe. I’ll be a better person for you.” He smiles and kisses your forehead. You cuddle with him on the bed, slowly falling asleep. Little did you know Theo still had some things he kept away from you, and little did he know that he was slowly falling in love with you.

That was the promise he made. But when you saw Theo’s claws in Scott’s body, your heart broke into pieces.

“T-Theo?” You call out, tears threatened to fall down your face. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Theo looked at you with evil in his eyes, but when he saw your tears, his facial expression softened and he let go of Scott.

“Y/N. I could explain.” He takes a few steps towards you.

“What is there to explain? That you manipulated me? That you lied to me? That you broke your promise? You killed my best friend for power, because you’re so power-hungry. I get it, you were just using me to get to the pack. I was just being a stupid naive girl who was just so desperate for someone to love her.”

“Y/n, no, I’m sorry. Babe. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Well you already did. Theo, you’re a monster. I hate you.” Tears slip out of your eyes. Theo walks sadly past you. Melissa arrives and does CPR on Scott. Mason, the only other person there that witnessed that, came up to me.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He embraces you and you cry. Through your sobs, you hear Scott roar. He was alive, but you were broken.

After that, you saw a totally different Theo than the one you fell in love with with. You watched him form his own pack and kill half of them. You watched him attempt to save Lydia from the Eichen House. You watched him try to take the power of the beast, but miserably failed. The heartbreaking thing was whenever he saw you, he would pretend he didn’t know you and never loved you. The worst part, was seeing him get dragged down to hell by his sister, and not being able to help. He kept calling your name, calling for you to help him, but Scott stopped you from doing so. It was a painful moment to watch.

Three months later, the pack was dealing with the wild hunt. They took Stiles already. Scott, Lydia, and Malia has gone to Canaan for clues on how to find Stiles. You didn’t want to go. You haven’t been active in the pack as much as you did before. Liam and his small pack always came over. Sometimes Brett would come with them too, even though Corey and Liam hated that. But ever since Stiles was gone, they were too busy to come over. Until that night, when Scott, Malia and Lydia came back from Canaan, Scott called you.

“Y/n? Oh hey y/n. I’m pretty sure what I’m doing isn’t a good idea but i need you to come to my place. There’s something here that you might want to see.” Scott states before hanging up. You sighed as you got dressed and headed to Scott’s.

You opened the door using the spare key someone gave you (a/n its stiles) But you couldn’t remember who. When you looked, Malia punching a familiar looking guy. You couldn’t make out who he was but when Malia was pulled away from him and he sat up, your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe it. It was him, the guy you fell in love with. He looked up at you.

“y/n?” he whispers. Scott takes a few steps toward you, but your head was spinning and you couldn’t hear or see clearly.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” A concerned Scott asks, holding onto you to keep you balanced. Once everything stops spinning, you look at Scott and blink a few times.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m, I’m just gonna go.” You said, walking quickly out of the house. You knew Scott was following you.

“Y/n? Listen, if you’re not okay, you can always tell me.”

“I’m sorry Scott. It’s just... everything happened so fast. One minute I love him and the next I hate him.” You sigh in defeat

“Y/n...”

“It’s like all those memories i tried to forget came rushing back. He killed you Scott. He tried to kill my best friend, the person who means the most to me. You’re aren’t just my best friend Scott, you’re my brother. I don’t remember much about Stiles, but I know you guys were like brothers too. Theo tried to take you away from us. You’re someone special in my life. Not only do you protect me, but you care for me and love me, way more than Theo ever did. But the funny thing is, after all that he has done, I still manage to love him.” A few tears slide down your face. Scott embraces you in a tight hug.

“It’s okay Y/n. I will always forgive you. Even if you choose to be with him, I’ll understand, because you’re like my sister, and I love you. Everything is gonna be alright. Everything will work out just right, just wait.” You manage to laugh. The two of you walk around the streets for a while.

“Who and why did they bring him back anyway?” You ask as Scott was walking you home.

“Liam did. With Kira’s sword. He thought Theo would still have his powers to help us capture a ghost rider, but turns out he doesn't have it anymore. I guess the only reason on why we’re keeping him right now is because he remembers Stiles.” You nod. You reach your place.

“Thanks Scott.” You said. He smiles and kisses you on the forehead before walking away.

The ghost riders have taken almost everyone. Scott, Malia, and Lydia have gone to trigger memories of Stiles. You didn’t go with them as you weren’t really in the mood. You wanted to stay home all night but Liam told you it wasn’t safe and that you should come with him to distract the Ghost Riders. Reluctantly, you agreed. And now you are stuck in the hospital with Liam and Theo.

“I don’t even know why I agreed, Liam. I’m only human. I have no supernatural powers. I can die Liam. I don’t even know what I was thinking.” You complained while walking into the hospital with the two boys. Theo pauses for a bit, looking at the main hallway.

“Theo?” You asked, concerned. He quickly snaps out of it.

“I’m fine. I just thought I was somewhere else for a second.” He told us before we started walking again. Liam suggested that you guys hide in the morgue, which was a ridiculously stupid idea. When you reached the morgue, Theo and Liam instantly started arguing.

“You should've left me in the holding cell.” Theo complained

“I should've left you in the ground.” Liam retaliated

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

“What do you think I was doing down there? Just hanging out with my dead sister? Having a good time catching up on childhood memories?” Your eyes snap up at Theo, confused.

“I think you were rotting down there.”

“Liam finally gets one thing right.” Your heart broke when you heard him agree to Liam. You realized his sister was torturing him down there, getting revenge on him for taking her heart and killing her.

“I also think whatever happened to you, you deserved it.” You had enough at that point.

“Liam! Shut up! You’re being rude!” You defended Theo and the two boys just looked at you in awe. You didn’t dare look into their eyes and instead you focused on the sound of the siren until it suddenly stopped.

“Guys, They’re here.” You hear the sound of footsteps.

“Y/N, stay here.” Liam and Theo bring out their claws before attacking the nearby ghost rider. From the window, you watched them fight. Once they finished fighting all the ghost riders nearby, they were about to fist bump when they looked down the hall at something. You took a peek and saw more ghost riders. Theo runs to the elevator and presses the button while Liam shows his fangs. When the elevator door opens, Theo pushes Liam into it.

“What are you doing?” You hear Liam ask.

“Being the bait.” He smirks before the elevator door closes. You hear Liam yell out “No!”

You decided to stay in a corner of the morgue. While you hear Theo fighting, you think of how he’s risking his life for Liam instead of fleeing himself and leaving him for dead. There was a gunshot which startled you. You got up to check it out. When you entered the hallway, there was no one.

“Theo?” The elevator door pushes open and reveals Liam.

“Y/N! You’re okay!” He runs up to hug you. The two of you let go and head to the reception area, where Liam sees a train station departure board. The first city name flips for a bit until it lands on Beacon Hills. Tracks have appeared on the floor. “We have to tell Scott!” Liam looks at you.

“But what about Theo?” You ask. You were really worried about Theo

“Nobody cares about him, let’s just go. He’ll be fine.” Liam says pulling your arm to the exit.

“No! Liam, you know how much I love him. I need to find him, I need to see if he’s okay. Please Liam. Let me find him.” You tell him. He looks deep into your eyes, and nods reluctantly.

“Stay safe.” He adds. You immediately perk up and kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you! I’ll meet up with you later!” You wave goodbye before running into the empty hallways of the hospital.

“Theo! Theo!! Where are you? Please tell me you’re okay. Theo!!” Turning the corner, you hear some whimper.

“Theo? Theo! Is that you? Theo!” You shout. You follow the source of the sound and end up back in the morgue. You see Theo curled up in a corner. He was slightly injured and dirty. From his facial expression, he was terrified.

“Theo! Theo! You’re alive!” You run up to him, making him flinch and curl up tighter.

“Please stop, I’m sorry.” You hear him mumble.

“Theo, It’s me, Y/n!” You softly touch him but he flinches and looks you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry! please stop! I get it, You’re mad at me but please stop it hurts, please stop. I’m-” You cut him off my kissing him. When you let go, Theo was finally not terrified.

“Why’d you do that?” He asks.

“Because I love you. And never do I want you to be hurt.” He faintly smiles. You take hold of his hands. “What you did with the ghost riders was really brave of you. I actually couldn’t believe you did it.”

“I promised someone that I’ll change for the better. I might of broke it already but I wanted to make it up to her.” You smile.

“Why?”

“Because I love you. And I never wanted to lose you.” He caresses your cheek before kissing you. “Would you mind being mine again? I’ll promise that I’ll be better. All for you.” Instead of answering, you kissed him. At the moment, you knew he has changed. He held you in his arms tightly and you felt safe. You were finally back in the arms of your first love, and you’ll always love Theo Raeken, for as long as you live.

Brett:

“Promise me you’ll be fine without me by your side.” You told your secret boyfriend, Brett, in an empty classroom of Beacon HIlls high school. He was a secret because your brother hated him and you didn’t want him upset.

“It will be hard, but I’ll try. For you.” He says. You kiss him. You hear the door open and you quickly pull apart. You see Liam come you way. Liam punches Brett in the face.

“Stay away from my sister!” He yells before grabbing your arm and walking out of the room. You looked back with a worried face and Brett smiled at you for reassurance. Liam takes you to his car.

“What the hell were you doing with him??” I roll my eyes.

“Why don’t you like him?” I ask

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you but-”

“We’re dating.” You said interrupting him. His eyes widen.

“Y/n Dunbar! I told you how much I hate him and yet you still interact with him. As your older brother, I demand you to stop seeing him.”

“You’re not the boss of me! You can’t demand me to stop seeing him! I love him!”

“I don’t care! It’s either you break up with him or I break up with him for you.”

“That’s not fair! Why do I always have to listen to what you say? I’m only 30 seconds younger than you!”

“Yes and that makes me the older brother! Y/n, listen to me, break up with him. He’s not what you think he is.”

“Stop trying to break us apart! You’re such a selfish person. All you care about is yourself. But what about me? Just because you and Brett had some mishaps back at Devenford doesn’t mean that I can’t date him.”

“Y/N!”

I don’t care, I’m not breaking up with him. And you can’t make me.” A sudden sharp pain hits your face. Liam had slapped you.

“I f*cking hate you.” you told him before running away. Your legs took you to the woods, away from everyone. Your phone rings. It was from Brett. You decline the call and text him instead.

You: I’m sorry to do this but I have to break up with you.

Bae: It’s okay, I understand. I’ll always wait for you.

// You changed Bae’s name to Brett \\

You: Thanks for understanding.

Brett: No problem. Remember I love you

You: I love you too. Goodbye :(

You turn off your phone and walk to the woods. A bit of rustling is heard from behind you, causing you to turn around. A wolf jumps out of nowhere. The wolf then transforms into a human male, who goes by the name Theo Raeken.

“Hello, y/n, fancy seeing you here.”

“what are you gonna do to me? He chuckles.

“Look y/n, I might have done bad things in the past, that doesn’t mean i’m gonna kidnap you or rape you of some sort. Just wanted to see if you’re okay.”

“You’re joking right? Raeken has a heart?” He laughs.

“yes but only to pretty girls like you.” He flirted. You blush.

“Well you’re showing me a lot right now and I am very uncomfortable so I’m just gonna go.” You say before heading in another direction. Theo grabs your arm and turns you around. Somehow he has put on clothes.

“C’mon Dunbar, just tell me if you’re okay. I saw your brother yelling at you.”

“It’s nothing...” You say, avoiding his gaze.

“Y/n?” Tears start to fall out of your eyes.

“My brother hates my boyfriend and is forcing me to break up with him. I didn’t want to, but he kept on insisting so I told him that he can’t tell me what to do and then he slapped me.” You blurted out. “I feel like Liam is trying to take my first love away from me.” You put your hands on your face and sob in them until warmth fills your body. Theo Raeken had just hugged you.

From then on, You and Theo were best friends. He would always take you to your classes, flirt with you, and become protective whenever Liam comes near you as Liam hurted you. Even with him, you weren’t as happy as before. Theo knew that. But he didn’t say anything about it. Theo was always around at your house. Your parents loved him; Liam, not so much. After all Theo had done to the pack, Liam, along with Stiles, never trusted him and always gave him a glare when he was around. Theo told you all his plans about taking the beast’s power. But he never got you involved, and you never told anyone else about his plans. Until the day came.

It all happened so quickly.

“Your sister wants to see you.” Thunder Kitsune Kira said, shoving her sword onto the floor. The floor cracked and opened a hole beneath Theo. Tara came out and grabbed onto his feet, pulling him down.

“Y/N! Y/N!! Help me!!” You stepped forward to help but Liam held you back.

“Theo!” You shouted as he fell down the hole and the hole closed up. Angrily, you pushed Liam away from you.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys. First, you take away Brett, and now Theo! You guys are the greatest friends I ever had. Thanks for trying to make my life miserable.” You yelled at all of them, a few tears sliding down your face.

“Y/n, we did what we had to do. You shouldn’t had even been friends with him.” Scott told you.

“Well then take my life away. Because I just lost two important people of my life. What is life without them for me? They made me happy, happier than any of you have ever done.” You cried, walking out of the tunnels.

You got home with a wet face. Your parents asked you what’s wrong but you ignored all of them. You head to your room, falling on to your bed. You get out your phone and the first thing you see is Theo in your lockscreen. Angry, you throw your phone across your room and snuggle up with your pillows, falling asleep.

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! Help!” you hear someone say. You search for where the voice came from.

“Y/n!!!!” You hear louder, and you quicken your speed. You find yourself at the tunnels again. Two things were happening at the same time. Brett was tied up and Liam was there in werewolf form with his claws out. He was gonna attack Brett. Theo was getting dragged down to hell. You were stuck; should you save your best friend or the love of your life? You were too slow and both of them disappeared causing you to scream.

“Y/N!!” Liam opens the door to your room to see you screaming. He quickly runs up and hugs you. Tears form in your eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/n.” Liam whispers, kissing your temple. Instead of answering you fall back asleep in his arms. The nightmare stopped coming.

Brett stands in the corner, watching you as you get drunk and dance, a hint of jealousy can be seen from his face as he watches you dance with other boys at the party a few days later. You have been getting quiet lately so Liam brought you to a party.

“Hey Talbot.” Liam walks towards Brett in the corner.

“Dunbar.” Brett says back.

“Look, I know we have some mishaps in the past but Y/n has nothing to do with it. I took you away from her, and then I took her best friend away from her. You know, Theo Raeken who got sent to hell. He was the only other person other than you that made her happy. We couldn’t, we just made it worse for her.”

“I’m calling you selfish for the fact that you disapproved with us because of what me and you had. But Theo was an evil guy, you’re not selfish for that. You were only trying to protect her from what he could have done to her.”

“Yes, but the problem is when I see him with her, she’s happy and Theo is so kind to her. He takes her to her classes, hangs out ALL the time at our house, and gets protective when shes hurt. Theo had a heart around her.”

“I understand. But did he touch her in anyway?” Liam shrugs.

“I know he flirts a lot with her, maybe a few kisses on the cheek, hugs. But nothing you need to worry about.” Brett’s jaw clenches but manages to stay calm.

“Last night, Y/n had a nightmare. She told me when I went to calm her down that she watched you and Theo die and couldn’t do anything about it. She didn’t know who to save. The worse part was that I was there too, about to kill you. She’s been having the nightmare lately, and she’s been crying a lot.”

“So what are you trying to say?”

“I want my sister to be happy again. So I am allowing you, Brett Talbot, to date my sister, Y/n Dunbar, once again. But I swear to god if you hurt her, I will deal with you myself along with Scott.” Liam says to him, putting out his hand.

“Deal.” Brett smiles and shakes Liam’s hand before heading into you.

“Y/n, can I talk to you? Or are you too drunk to process anything?” You look at him in the eyes and your eyes sparkle with joy. You nod and the two of you head out to the back.

“I see you’re doing well.” You say once you get out of the place.

“Well, I promise a girl that I will do fine without her. So here I am, somehow surviving without you.” He smiles. You smile back.

“So what did you want to tell me?”

“Your brother, Liam had just allowed us to date again.” You widen your eyes for a second.

“Because he thinks he was a bit selfish and he wants you to be happy.” You smile. “He told me that you’ve been crying a lot lately and having the same nightmare every night. It hurts him to see you like that so now he has set aside our differences to allow me to date you. My question is: would you like to go out with me?”

“In that case, I do.” You say hugging him. tightly.

Finally, you were happy. The nightmare stopped coming but every once in a while you get a nightmare about Theo. But, with Brett, he makes you happy. You weren’t fully happy, but you were happy. You were with the love of your life. Everything has changed.

“Now, tell me y/n. How many times have you and that Theo guy kissed?”

Well not exactly everything.

Bonus Part for Brett’s section

You were in the tunnels once again. 3 months ago, you watched you best friend get dragged to hell here. You miss him a heck of a lot and you still have him on your lock screen even with your boyfriend’s protests. Liam and Hayden have brought you with them to the tunnels again without telling you what they were doing. What you were more worried about were the ghost riders taking you away.

Mrs.Yukimura is at the end of the tunnel, holding Kira’s sword. Liam and Mrs.Yukimura exchange words, but you didn’t focus in on their conversation. All you really want was to get out of here and go home. Mrs.Yukimura leaves and you see that Liam now has the sword. He takes a few steps, and hesitates for a bit.

“Liam wait!” Hayden calls out, just as Liam shoved the sword into the ground. The floor cracks and opens up a hole. A figure crawls out in beta werewolf form. He growls and attacks Liam, pinning him to the wall. You stand in shock because not only did Liam open up a hole, he brought back Theo.

“Where's my sister?"

"Your sister’s dead. She died a long time ago. You killed her remember.” Theo growls, eyes still glowing amber. You were too shook to speak at the moment.

“I’m gonna kill you, too. I’m gonna kill all of you.”

“Hopefully not me, because I've done nothing bad to you.” You finally had found enough confidence to speak up. Theo turns his head towards you. HIs eyes stop glowing.

“Y/n!” He shouts happily. You happily smile back.

“Hey hey, hey. You know what this does? if you look at her like that again, I will use this again.” Liam gestures to the sword he was holding.

“Don’t!” You say quickly. You walk in front of Theo.

“Nobody is allowed to separate me and Theo or Brett ever again.” You say, glaring at your brother, who looks down ashamed.

After that, Liam and Hayden explained what they wanted from Theo. They tried it out but unfortunately Theo had no more powers. Again Liam, Hayden and Mr. Douglas, who you were very suspicious of, wanted him to go back down. But you defended Theo again.

“Whoa, hold on, who’s making decisions around here? Where’s Scott? Where’s Stiles?” Everyone looks at Theo.

“You remember Stiles?”

“Why wouldn’t I remember Stiles?”

“Maybe he is useful after all.” Liam says. I mouth to him ‘told ya’, and he shakes his head.

“I’m allowing you to stay here, not only because you remember Stiles, but because you were the other person who made my sister happy.” He says. I happily jump up and down before running to hug my brother.

“Oh my god, I love you so much!” You say and Liam chuckle.

“Love you too.” He says hugging back.

After the two of you finish hugging, Theo explains everything he knows about the wild hunt. He also told us that he knows something about Mr. Douglas, making you fist bump him for thinking alike. Then you guys head home, with you and Theo talking non-stop, making Liam have a headache.

“Malia! Stop punching him!” You yelled, pulling her off of Theo .

“T, are you okay?” He nods. But you knew he was lying.

“It’s okay princess, i’m fine.” He flirted.You smiled a blushed at the name he called you. You missed him calling you that.

While you tended Theo’s injuries, Scott, Liam and Malia argued about if they should put him back.

“He’s going back to the ground.”

“He remembers Stiles.”

“Scott remembers Stiles. Lydia and I remember Stiles.”

“C’mon guys, let’s not think about the past, but the present. He completely remembers Stiles and he knows a lot about the wild hunt. He can be useful. Plus think about Y/n! Remember how broken she was when we sent Theo to hell? How she didn't talk to any of us for an entire week? Do you guys want her to be like that again? He’s also my responsibility now, I have the sword.” The trio looks at you, who was busy cleaning off the blood on Theo’s face.

“Tell me if i’m wrong, but look how happy she is. She’s extra happy now.” Scott nods. The door opens and in comes Brett. The smell of jealousy quickly fills the room as Brett clears his throat. You turn around and smile.

“hey babe.” You turn you attention to the trio for a second. “If you guys are done arguing, I would like to formally introduce my boyfriend to my bestfriend.” You say rolling your eyes before, going to help Theo up.

“Okay. Brett, this is Theo. My best friend who just got back from hell. And Theo, this is Brett, my boyfriend.” The two boys star at each other for a while before shaking hands and saying hello.

“I reckon that you know that me and Y/n are dating, so I hope you won’t steal her away.”

“I won’t have to do so unless you hurt my princess.” You smile. Brett narrows his eyes at the two of you.

“yes, and if any of you hurt my little sister, then I'll have do some bad bad things to you.” Liam intervenes

You smile at their protectiveness. Finally you were 100% happy. Living a happy life with your pack, boyfriend, brother and best friend. Life was good now and you loved it.

xxxxx

second imagine!!! yaay!! Hope y’all like it. Requests are open and I also have prompts. :) I added a bonus to brett’s because I truly believe that reader deserves 110% happiness which means bringing her bff back.

also this blog is now theo raeken and liam dunbar stan, 85% of my posts will be about them. 14% teen wolf, 1% other. so most of the unrequested imagines will be about one of them :)

BRett TALbot DEServed f*cKIng BETter I’m SUing

lots of love x

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Do Or Die: Part Five

Torrie’s POV

Saying goodbye to Jared was one of the hardest things I had to do, getting into the taxi with Taylor I held her as she broke down. Driving for around an hour we finally made it to the hotel, checking in both Taylor and I were exhausted. Changing quickly I sent Jared a quick text before falling sound asleep.

Making it to the airport all I could think about was my home comforts, flying home it was a long flight. Getting up to go to the restroom I needed a little space as Taylor was being overly quiet, asking the airhost for some wine she went to get it. Getting back into my chair I sighed happily as she handed us some wine and snacks I had asked for, trying to talk with Taylor she was numb. Encouraging her to try sleep it off she agreed, putting my headphones on I looked for a movie to try help pass the time.

Making it home I closed the door, turning the TV on I finally got Taylor to agree to stay with me for a few days. Sighing as she went straight up to the bedroom I picked up my mail and looked through it, tossing it on the table in the living room I started to put my clothes onto wash. Putting my things away I locked the house up, slowly making my way up the stairs Taylor was in the shower. Pressing my ear against the door I heard her crying, deciding to leave her be I knew she needed to let it all out.

Walking along to my room I called Jared, lying on my bed I heard the phone ringing. Closing my eyes I relaxed back into the comfort of my own bed, sighing happily a smile spread across my face when I heard Jared on the other side of the phone.

“Hey babe” Jared smiled

“Hey…just calling to say that’s us home and we’re safe, Tay is going to stay with me for a few days” I sighed, hearing Jared moving further up the bus I heard a few voices in the background

“Well that’s good then I’m glad you girls are safe”

Speaking with him for a few minutes I could tell there were a few things bothering him, rolling over onto my front I sighed into the phone. Clearing his throat Jared ran his hand over his head as he laid in his dark bunk, feeling my heart aching I wanted to be with him.

“Did you really have to go?” Jared sighed

“Yeah I did…She’s my best friend and I need to make sure she’s ok. I couldn’t leave her Jay…how is he?” I frowned, sighing loudly into the phone Jared pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Not good…it’s not even been a day and he’s walking around like a lost puppy. He keeps sending her texts and calling her but from what I can see she hasn’t replied. He’s hurt…hurt that he got so angry in the first place and….devastated that she’s gone” Jared sighed

“Yeah…Tay is the same. She says she’s ok but deep down I know she’s heart broken. She hasn’t stopped crying, I hope they work it out. Even after what she said to him….she lied Jay” I frowned

“I know babe I know”

Chatting with Jared for a while longer I yawned into the phone, not wanting to hang up I relaxed in the bed. Smiling as he sang gently, finally saying goodnight to Jared I hung up. Lying in bed for a little I smiled when the door opened, having already changed I climbed into bed, patting the spot beside me I laid their waiting for Taylor to join me. Cuddling with her I held her close willing to mend her broken heart.

Spending the next few months together I tried to keep Taylor busy and help her, going to the store I called Jared. Smiling I missed him more and more with each passing day, sighing as I couldn’t get through I forgot of the massive time difference. Getting some shopping I drove around doing some errands before coming home, putting the shopping away I smiled as I put some music on to fill the empty space.

Cleaning around the house Taylor had taken over the spare room, walking in I started to hoover around her. Groaning she laid on the bed and pulled the duvet over her head, having spent the last three days in here I sighed. Opening the curtains I started to toss stuff into a pile to do some washing, finally getting her to shower I knew she would feel better afterwards.

Chewing on my lip I logged onto my computer as I read my emails from Jared, sending a quick reply back I opened the one from Emma. Looking at all the different dates I was torn about going back and joining Jared and staying home, sipping my coffee I didn’t know what to decide.

Grabbing my phone I needed to hear Jared’s voice, hoping to catch him before the show I waited as I heard it ringing. Smiling as I heard it connecting I laid back on the couch, hearing movement I raised my brow as someone spoke.

“Hello? Jay’s in the shower and I... How are You?” Shannon said in a rush, sighing I frowned

“Hi, can you tell Jared I called and get him to call me back. Shannon, I’m not calling to speak to you. I’m pissed at you still” I sighed

“Why are you pissed at me? I’m sorry….I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I’ll pay for all your flights to come over to see Jared, he misses you like hell Torrie. I’ll even book a whole night away with him.”

“You’re promising things Shannon that you may not be able to keep.”

“That I can do. Listen I know you got the dates for the shows, Jared made sure Emma sent them to you in case you changed your mind. Be pissed at me but not at him. He didn’t do anything …for once” Shannon said interrupting me

“Of course I got the dates Shannon, he’s not the one being an ass to people” I snapped

“I know. I guess I deserved that…but I can’t help it. I miss her…How is she? She won’t respond to my texts and declines my calls” Shannon frowned

“She doesn’t want to talk to you Shannon…She’s still super upset and has barely left her room in days. If it wasn’t for me feeding her then god knows what she would be like”

“I know…I know but it’s been months…Can I talk to her? Please...I need to at least try” Shannon sighed

“Ok fine but I’m not saying she will and I won’t force her to talk to you” I sighed Standing up I made my way up the stairs, walking along the room I knocked on the door. Hearing her faint voice from inside I let myself in, smiling weakly I held the phone up. Handing it over she rolled her eyes when I mouthed that it was her mom, biting my lip when she didn’t look at the caller ID she sighed loudly into the phone.

Taylor’s POV

Rolling my eyes as I held the phone to my ear I wasn’t in the mood for a rant over not eating or going out, sighing into the phone I knew I couldn’t brush her off like what I had been doing to Shannon. Holding the phone to my ear I heard the voice I didn’t want to hear, freezing I sat up slowly as my eyes snapped up to Torrie. Shrugging she smiled weakly as she crossed her arms, hearing Shannon talking into the phone all my raw emotions were instantly stirred up inside of me once again. Opening my mouth to say something nothing came out, closing my eyes hearing Shannon’s voice broke me.

“Taylor…Please” Shannon pleaded

“I….I can’t” Shaking my head a few tears escaped

Hearing Shannon pleading into the phone he stirred every raw emotion inside of me, handing the phone back to Torrie I went to the bathroom as I broke. Locking the door closed I slumped to the floor, covering my mouth a shaky breath escaped.

Allowing my tears to fall I heard Torrie speaking to Shannon on the phone, waiting until I heard her leaving the room. I let out a sob as soon as the door clicked closed, turning the shower on I stripped down. Sitting on the shower floor I let the shower mask my cries, shaking it had been a long two months. Wiping my eyes I wondered if I would ever get over this heart break.

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#shannon leto #shannon leto fanfiction #shannon leto fanfic #jared leto #jared leto fanfiction #DoD #do or die

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izzy-b-hands · 7 years

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On mobile so I can't put a read more, but I'm going to try and tag well--I need to vent. ----------- So today has been the worst day dealing with my mom in awhile. Like we've been in an okay patch where she hasn't been giving so many mixed messages and orders, but that came roaring back today for some reason. It starts out crappy because we head to my tattoo appointment, but my artist was sick and had to reschedule (though please note I'm not mad at him in any way, I'm glad he was going home rather than suffering sick thru work, because I know how much that sucks no matter what your job is. It just made me sad that I wasn't getting tattooed today and those appointments are like spa days for me.) Before we left for the shop though, she was super pissy and generally making me not want her there at the appointment because I didn't want her bugging my artist or being fussy at having to wait for my appointment to be over (which she's done at past tattoo appointments that I did offer to go to alone by getting a cab or taking the bus.) Anyway, after the tattoo shop we decide to go run a quick shopping trip, and our interactions go down hill. We're both struggling financially right now, but I've been buying a lot for the both of us the past week. But she asks me to get this trip, so I say yes because it won't do any good to say no. Then we get there and she's grabbing extra stuff not on our list, half assedly asking if it's okay even when the thing is in the cart and we're eight aisles away already--like, I'm not gonna argue and say no at that point, cause she'd just get pissy. The store was busy too, so we were both starting to get upset in general. Now, I will note that my fragile emotional state today wasn't all due to her. The whole 'you're still stuck at a shitty job in ND and haven't totally gotten your writing off the ground' thing has been hitting hard for a couple weeks, but especially today. But I wasn't complaining or bugging her with it, I was just trying to ignore those feelings. At the end of it she's rude to the teen cashier, (she knows that behavior is something I don't tolerate), but we get to the car. I offer to buy lunch out from a place we both like because at that point I was more treating myself than her. Like, I'm on the verge of emotionally overwhelmed tears in the car from the day and stuff building up for weeks and she's just hopping cause she gets her fav food. I was literally crying (quietly though) as we left the parking lot and she keeps going on about what sandwich she's getting. At first I thought she didn't notice, but then she looks over and goes "Oh," and that's it. So she noticed, and normally would at least be like, "hey, you're crying, is everything okay?" Not at that moment. In the drive through I started crying more, because I honestly couldn't help it (that hasn't stopped either, I'm on like my tenth cry of the day right now) and then she finally showed concern. I couldn't tell her anything she had done to cause it (in the past that's earned me shouting and 'ungrateful brat' kind of comments that she swears later she didn't mean) but I did explain the wanting to move and earn my primary income from my art frustrations though, and she surprised me by being kind and supportive. I thought we were okay then and the day would be okay. Wrong. We eat, she decides to nap cause she was getting a headache, I decide to play GTA V for an hour or two. The cat wakes her up in about that time (I tried to get Nish to let my mom sleep, but she wanted both her humans awake and wouldn't take any food or toys I offered.) Mom's mood is wildly different then. She's angry. She complains about clothes being ready to hang in the washer (I didn't see or hear her put them in, or I would have taken care of them) and goes to do that. I follow, and try to fix things by taking the basket and offering to help. As soon as we get in to the room we hang the clothes in to dry, she's even angrier. First I'm taking the dry clothes down too slowly, then too quickly when I hang up wet ones in their place. Then I'm hanging the clothes wrong on the hanger. I tried for a bit to make it work, but she was ripping clothes out of my hand, tossing the laundry basket around, and pushing empty hangers to the floor in the same way an angry toddler would. So I get her the extra hangers from my room, hang up my dry clothes in my closet, and go back to my laptop in the living room, and turn it all off. That was the breaking point for me--I knew she'd be pissed at me next for playing a game (that's the usual cycle of these situations no matter what I'm doing--if I'm just sitting there doing nothing then I'm still doing something wrong) so I closed it down. Here comes the mixed messages. She asks when she goes back to the couch, suddenly really quietly, why I'm packing my stuff up. I tell her I have a headache and want to be in my room (partially true, though it isn't a bad enough headache that I'd go lie down) she acts sad, but let's me go and I leave trying to figure out her 360 emotional spin. Fast forward a few hours of me crying quietly in my room, panicking over how she might act for dinner and how even though my psychologist said to stand up for myself and call out her behavior and how she'd be totally pissed at me if I'd acted like she had all day I still can't bring myself to say anything because I'm afraid of my mom yelling when I do that. There's a quick, tense discussion on what to do for dinner a bit later, and dinner itself wasn't awful, just uncomfortable (in part because we had pizza and I had to eat all the pieces left, or she'd do her usual spiel about how I don't eat left overs fast enough so I shouldn't leave them, yet she can leave them because she's formally dieting and I'm not.) I try to go back to my room and she stops me. "Bye," she says in a voice equal parts sad and offended. Now, no matter what I'd done here would have been a problem. In past moments like this, there have been some where she guilted me to staying in the living room (but then acted nasty towards me if I fell asleep and didn't wake her up to help remind her to take out her contacts or get her to bed at a decent hour) and some where I've gone back to my room (and she'd pop in every couple of hours to ask if I still wasn't coming back out, glare at anything I might have on the floor, and sigh even when my room is clean--the issue I've found there is that it isn't clean in the way she'd clean it, so it pisses her off, no matter how much I try and clean 'her way' even when executive dysfunction makes it hard.) Tonight, I chose my room, which brings us to now. She already popped in once, as I was typing so I had to hide my iPad so she wouldn't see this post. I already know she'll have fallen asleep in the living room, so I can't fall asleep yet in case she doesn't wake up by ten or elevenish on her own to go into her bedroom. And I get her headache might be making her feel like shit, but here's the rub-- We've been having these moments and situations since I was four. I know everyone has days where they act shitty cause they don't feel well, but why does she expect me to just ignore her on those days when she never lets me have a day like that. If I acted how she did today, she'd have yelled and been angry with me (even tho she stresses now how we're just as much roommates as mom and kid since I'm an adult, so we should treat each other more like roommates.) I was the one who was gracious and asked my artist if he was okay to check out my healing before he left (which he happily did, and he said he was glad I let him check because it showed responsibility as a tattoo owner that he doesn't always see) while she whined that we shouldn't have to pay for the visit and embarrassed the hell out of me (they didn't charge because we didn't tattoo today, and none of the artists at the shop have ever said they'd charge for a literal 'roll up your sleeve for two minutes and let me look' thing, tho I think they probably could and should--I'm willing to hand over my money to people who care about me and the art on my body.) I was the one who kept us on track during shopping and got us home at a decent time, with lunch, even tho my anxiety was at an all time high and I was already an over emotional mess. And I was the one trying to find a way to make her happy, even after she'd made me cry a few times over. I just wonder how long I'm going to go thru this with her. My five year plan now is to save up to move to California, but it's killing me I can't go now. To be closer to other artists and collab and share my art with them (one book in the series I'm writing is nearly done with my editing, the second books first draft is written, and I started writing the third books first draft this week, and I didn't even plan on it becoming a series); to be away from my mom and my family's bullshit; to be in a state that will protect my orientation and gender identity (they can still fire u for that first one in ND)--it all feels so close yet so far away and days like today I just feel so tired of living the way I am, yet I don't have the money or options to change anything yet. This got way too long--if u read it all, thank u but also I'm sorry. U can tell it got too long cause I've given up typing as formally as I usually do. Anyway, I should take this moment to thank u all for still following me and reading my blog--writing and rants alike. It's a small comfort, but it makes me feel less alone. And on days like today, that's one of the few things I have. Here's to hoping for easier days with family, for me and any of u guys that might be struggling with similar issues right now. If any of u ever need to vent, my ear is ready to listen (and comfort if u want.)

#text post #stupid family bullshit #if u guys need me to add other tags just let me know #out of it mentally and not sure off the top of my head what else to tag #sorry again for being on mobile and without a cut :(

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hangonimevolving · 6 years

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Sewing Table Refurb: The Backstory

I’ve got a little less than an hour to spend today, updating all you lovely people about a project I’ve had going on for some weeks now.

So, I sew sometimes. I would like to sew more than I currently do, and I’ve decided that this is the year it’s gonna happen. I believe I have talked about sewing on this blog before, namely with regards to various reupholstering and quilting projects I’ve taken on in the past. I think I’ve even introduced you to two of The Girls - - i.e my sewing machines. I’ve got a 1964 vintage Sears/Kenmore sewing machine that I purchased off of Craigslist back in Boston for $60, which included a beautiful midcentury solid wood cabinet that conceals the machine when not in use (talked about it here and here).

It had its original midcentury-era drawer pulls when I first purchased it, but I switched them out to more updated knob pulls back in 2007 because I was being anal-retentive and wanted the hardware to be brushed nickel, to match other crap in our condo.

I also have a substantially more modern, and in “like new” condition (but actual age, maybe 20 years old) Husqvarna Viking serger (discussed here). I remember feeling like a frigging rock start for scooping it up at $100.

Last year, during a giant Slipcovering Bonanza undertaken by me and my mom to guard my ginormous, beautiful double-sectional West Elm sofa from my destructive children and cat, my old Kenmore started giving me a little bit of grief.... my mother convinced me that I owed it to myself to buy a new sewing machine, if I was serious about continuing this hobby. She said all the right things about how I deserved a newer machine with a few more features and a little less of the wheezing and attitude of an older machine. I took the bait, and bought myself this Gorgeous Lady: a Janome HD 3000.

I’m incredibly pleased with this machine. I paid under $500 for it on Amazon, and this included a bunch of “free gifts” and accessories like a bunch of special presser feet, extra bobbin set, and some other doodads.

I love the machine. But. (there’s always a but, isn’t there?).... I am a brat. After sewing on my old-school Kenmore machine in the built-in cabinet for so many years, I got accustomed to having my needle plate sitting flush with the tabletop while I sew. To those of you who have no idea what the #$%^ I’m talking about - -the short version of the story is, I missed the ergonomics of how my old vintage machine was set up. Here is a graphic that might explain:

(I stole that image from someone on Pinterest, but I’ve left their handle name up there in case someone wants to go search for it)

Here’s another image that might allow a non-sewing person to understand what my problem was. This is also from IKEAhackers on Pinterest.... in summary, see how this machine has been set INTO the table a bit, instead of just having its base sitting on top? This allows you to work fabric through the machine’s needle without having to hunch your shoulders.

Anyways. Thus far, I had been working on my new Janome machine either at the dining table or on my desk in our home office, or sometimes, on top of my old Kenmore machine’s cabinet with the hinged tabletop still shut. All of these setups were making my shoulders and neck pissed off at me, but there wasn’t much I could do about it unless and until I was ready to start thinking about coming up with a proper furniture solution.

Somehow, about a month ago, I got a little fed up with my shoulders and back muscles hurting, and after my second round of Botox injections in my levator scapulae muscles in as many years, I decided I really ought to do what they say in my MMA classes... “protect ya neck.” It was time to find a sewing table with a drop-in shelf that would allow my machine to sit with its needle plate flush to the work surface.

Naturally, my first thought was to buy a table that was ready made for this purpose. So I perused the interwebz.

I found a number of tables like this and this and this. And these are perfectly fine options.... for someone else. NO judgment if you own and love one of these tables. But they weren’t for me. They either looked too flimsy, too particle board-y, too not my style, or too expensive for me. As I said before, I am a spoiled, spoiled brat, who lucked out and got a wonderful vintage machine in an almost MORE wonderful solid wood cabinet many years ago, and it happens to be EXACTLY from my dream design era of the midcentury modern years. So I was totally ruined on any kind of commercially-available table that was out there to be purchased.

It was time for me to do things MY way. And we all know what way that is. The way that starts out exciting, unique, and very cheap, but then snowballs into some giant, physically-involved and exhausting project that in the end costs more than one of those readymade tables would cost. HAHAHA :) I am so extra, as the youngsters say.

So off I went! I spent hours and hours on the internet trying to brainstorm ideas, educating myself on what it would take to buy a nice solid wood console table or desk, and DIY a cutout and drop-shelf for my machine. I did a daylong “research” trip to some big box home furnishing discount stores in my area, to see if I could find an inexpensive but solid wood table that I could modify. But I came up empty-handed - -nothing was my style, in my price range, or - -a dagger - - easily modifiable. Bummer.

Stop #2 on my sewing table option train was to spend hours on Pinterest reading with great curiosity how there’s a whole world of sewing people out there who have successfully, and relatively easily, converted this one particular table from IKEA into a sewing table: the IKEA Ingo dining table. A woman at the blog Blue Dinosaurs was the pioneer of this conversion, and since then, many (she speculates thousands) of others have followed her awesome tutorials. I considered this briefly, but was always put off by the dimensions of this Ingo table, which, sadly, would be too wide and cumbersome in the sewing space I have in my home (our guest room, which also houses a queen sized bed, two side tables, and a long 6-drawer dresser, as well as my old Kenmore cabinet and the serger table).

Then, I sat and thought about it: hmm, if I was willing to entertain the idea of converting a table, but I didn’t want to do a dining table....what kind of table would be the easiest to convert into a sewing table? Duh, maybe a SEWING table. Now one might wonder why I didn't think of this earlier. I didn’t immediately think about finding a vintage sewing table because I was stuck on the notion that the cutout for a vintage machine wouldn’t fit my newer machine precisely. But I realized, if I was willing to learn how to cut into a solid tabletop, I could probably teach myself to modify and elongate an existing cutout even more easily. SO! I was newly energized. This time, I took to the app Letgo, which is the newfangled and more mobile device-friendly version of Craigslist. It also happens to be relatively popular in my area. It only took a few days for me to stumble upon a BEAUTY, listed for $55. I contacted the seller, she replied within hours, and by 10 am the next morning, I was in possession of My New Baby:

Ain’t she GORGEOUS! Look at those amazing drawer pulls! Look at those GAMS! I was smitten. It was love at first sight.

Okay, warning: I’m about to nerd out for a second. If you have no interest whatsoever in sewing machine history, please feel free to stop reading here, and stay tuned for my next installment of the Great Sewing Table Refurb!

Nerd time: She’s a vintage Singer sewing cabinet. I happened to meet the seller and her mom (the former owner of the table), and talk with them awhile. The seller didn’t sew herself, but she tried to sell me a box of accessories that went with the original machine that was housed in this cabinet, including a shitload of switchable stitch discs. I declined because I knew they would serve precisely zero purpose at all to me, with a brand-new modern machine of a different brand - - but I was fascinated, looking through the box of stitch discs and interesting accoutrement. She also showed me - and I could just KICK MYSELF that I didn’t take photos of it, or even ask her to give/sell it to me!!! - the original catalog and manual for this cabinet and the machine that went with it. I’ve been haunted ever since that I didn’t note down the information, but here is what I do remember and have been able to piece together.

This table housed a vintage Singer sewing machine. I have been able to deduce that it was likely either a 401a, 500 Slant-O-Matic, 503 Slant-O-Matic (the “Rocketeer!!!") or possibly a 513 Stylist. I think I recall seeing the date 1957 or 1958 on the catalogs and manuals she showed me, which would mean it couldn’t have been the Stylist, which only was released in the late 60′s-early 70′s. Also, the fact that she had a box full of stitch discs that she was trying to sell me corroborates the fact that it may not have been a 513 Stylist, because the Stylist didn’t use removable stitch discs, I don’t believe (but I could be wrong?) - - so I’m super excited b/c that means this is a true MCM (midcentury modern) piece of furniture. I distinctly remember that the catalog showed several cabinet models, including the well-known Singer “Copenhagen” cabinet, which was produced from about 1957 for a few years, and was almost identical to this table, except it had different cabinet hardware and a stabilizing cross-beam on the right legs. However. The only exact photos online of my particular cabinet all have 513 Stylists mounted in them. Hmm. This may mean NOTHING to anyone out there, but if you know anything about antique sewing machines, this is all sorta interesting. Dude. Sewing machine history is VERY INTERESTING. I’ve been learning a lot through getting to know my new love interest.

History buffs, or those willing to hang in there with me: check out these pics!

Original hang tag off of a Copenhagen cabinet, published 1961. Also, helpfully for my purposes, listed the precise materials used in the construction of the cabinet (walnut wood and walnut wood veneer)

Helpful screenshots from the encyclopedic website of the International Sewing Machine Collectors Society (ISMACS).

This is all evidence that my cabinet dates between 1957-1962 or so. However, I found a few images online at auction sites like this one that give me reason to feel some doubt, that perhaps my table is newer, and originally held a Singer Stylist??? Hmm.

But ACK! I just found another one, and this table is housing a Singer 306/306K, which ISMACS tells me dates to 1954-62, so overlapping the 401/500....

So, yeah. I dunno. Now. Does it even matter what frigging model of machine this table once held, or when it was built? Does it even matter if it truly dates to the midcentury modern era?! I love the styling, and its going to fit my needs. I know. That’s all that should matter. But I am A NERD, and nerds die hard. Nerds love nothing more to do than nerding out. So this has given me something new to nerd out about for awhile, and its been delightful.

And... since I’m still, specifically, a liberal arts research nerd at heart, here are some screenshots and a link to an awesome article on the importance of the Singer Sewing Machine company to the history of American (and world) furniture production. Read it here!

Teaser screenshots:

Alright. Laters, people! This is just the first part of my long-winded refurb story, and I look forward to bringing you the rest soon!

#sewing #upcycling and repurposing #vintagesewingmachines #midcenturymodern

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ghosteddie · 7 years

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The stuff you've posted about abuse has really helped me, do you mind talking about what happened?

Yeah so hello readmore. As you seem to already know, my inbox is open if you need anything else. I use the IM thing too.

I’m glad that my stuff is helping you, I won’t share everything but I’ll explain some of the different stuff I’ve endured. I know I felt like I was somehow alone and living the same life as everyone else at the time, like it was normal and nobody would understand. So I understand why you’d ask this.

We’ll start with childhood. The basic building blocks of how I lived as a kid are:

My mom would spoil my brother while degrading me for existing. He was perfect but I could never do anything right. I always feel like maybe I made this up, like it wasn’t that bad, but I vividly remember instances like standing in the middle of the store and asking for a t-shirt, getting a no, then watching her say yes to my brother for the same t-shirt. She ponied up a shit ton of dough to get him into football and soccer, but she wouldn’t let me go to my choir concerts even though it was REQUIRED for a grade in my class and took me out of soccer the second I got scouted for an advanced league. I wasn’t allowed to be good at anything and I wasn’t allowed to have nice things.

If I tried to figure myself out and express my identity, I was punished. A friend painted my nails at lunch at school one day in middle school, it was a pale color, you could barely see it. Another parent had bought it for their child, so I can’t imagine it was like Harlet Brand. There was nothing wrong with it, but when I came home she emptied out a bottle of nail polish remover and made me sit still as a statue and hit me if I moved. I had to sit there for almost a full 24 hours without peeing or eating or drinking water, I wasn’t allowed to move until the nail polish ate itself in the remover. I wasn’t even allowed to rub my fingers over the polish. I was always put in adult size XXXXL, t-shirts were three quarter length sleeved and went to my knees. If I didn’t disappear in it and it didn’t look like I was just a pile of clothes, it was too small. My friends would buy me things for my birthday out of pity but my mom always took everything away immediately, their mothers felt so bad and I never knew what to do about it. She didn’t even throw this stuff that I wasn’t allowed to have away or donate it; she reveled in keeping it in her room like a trophy. She liked me being able to see that the stuff that I wanted was still there but I couldn’t have it.

She shaved my head at every opportunity.

She beat me for just about every reason I can imagine that she could think of. My brother pissed her off? Beat me. She had a bad day at work? Beat me. I didn’t do enough for her? Beat me. I literally broke bones. I have scars to this day.

She used me as a slave. Even back as far as I can remember in like elementary school, I was the one in charge of cooking for everyone, I was in charge of cleaning up after everyone, and I did all of the laundry. There was not a chore that was not my responsibility.

She liked to tell me that I was going to grow up to be as big as her. That I would be as ugly as her. That I would be her. She’d tell me my life was worthless, that she brought me into this world and she could take me out of it. She’d tell me that I couldn’t do anything. I’ve always loved to sing, but if she ever heard a peep she would always berate me for it. She’d tell me I was terrible and a bother for having an interest. That I shouldn’t even be seen, let alone heard. My brother would join in on this. They’d laugh.

Nothing was ever allowed to be wrong with me either, which really fucks me up. I fell down the stairs and twisted my knee so hard it was purple and she told me to walk it off, then laughed and called me a sissy lala when I cried because it hurt. I broke my funny bone on her work property and the only reason we even know that is because even though she was laughing at my bleeding nose, chipped tooth, and steadily growing arm that was changing green and blue and purple and calling me a pansy for saying it hurt, her boss INSISTED she take me to the hospital.

She ripped my cast off by force less than a week later. Said I’d only use it for pity and I didn’t need it anyway.

The next step from there was total neglect. There’s a big story for me going to the children’s shelter, but she basically was just like whatever I don’t want him and then proceeded to not give a shit about trying to see me. She basically just washed her hands of me.

In my later teen years, after I’d been in the foster care system and started taking care of myself, she ended up back in my life. Things are going fuzzy, I don’t remember how. But, at this time:

She no longer beat me. In fact, she acted like it never happened and just didn’t acknowledge it at all. I think that is the most terrifying thing she’s ever done.

She would tell me a sob story about how her landlord was coming for x, y, or z and then ask me if I could come over to help her clean up. She’d tell me that her landlord would kick her out if they saw how much of a mess her house was and she’d say she had no idea what else to do. I would spend a whole week straight cleaning her house. She wouldn’t help at all.

But she would laugh at me in front of my friends. She’d offer to take us out to dinner and then tell stories about what a pathetic little sniveling child I was.

When a boyfriend cheated on me and tried to throw me down her stairs and started ripping the gutters off her home, she looked at me bleeding and sobbing on the floor and said I’d let go of the best thing that had ever happened to me. That nobody else would love me and whatever he had done couldn’t possibly be bad enough to warrant robbing HER of time with him.

Then there’s the monster ex:

I always want to say that things started out slow and escalated, but that’s a lie. The first thing he did that was abusive was manipulating me into thinking his ex was the devil. He had me thinking this girl was making him want to kill himself, and he constantly sent me after he like an attack dog. I know that she wasn’t doing anything wrong because I do eventually simmer down and try to talk things out and all it took was a few simple screencaps to show the monster ex was a damned liar. He admitted it too when called out and we eventually became friends? Like it was the weirdest mindfuck he’s ever pulled. He tried to make his ex kill herself, then sent me to make her want to kill herself, and then we were friends. I even woke up from a drunk night wearing HER pants once. I drew abs on the woman. I think this is why he has yet to actually send anyone my way to bitch me out. He always has people yell at people, but not me. Not once. Because he learned that sending people to yell at someone for something that never happened ALWAYS backfires.

The first err against me was after we’d moved in together. We were really happy, and I know he likes to play like he was never happy now that all is said and done, but that’s just more abuse. It’s his way of erasing his blame and making it look like he is some Super Pathetic Victim. He cheated. And he lied. To someone his ex knew too, more than once. It was a whole thing. Like he was laughing to my face and we were cuddling and I tied him to the heater and fucked him silly, but he still needed to have some pity to feed off of, so he made up some stuff. Which he admitted. But then kept doing. She kept falling for it. He would say stuff like he was going to steal my wallet in the middle of the night and run off to be Hummelberry in NY. I don’t even think he was really cheating because he liked the girl or because he wanted to cheat, he just wanted her to pity him to The Highest Extent.

Even just this far, there is obviously only one reason a person would stay with a person like that. And that reason is abuse. It’s fucking powerful.

He would ride my coattails whenever I’d do something online, and if people paid attention to me he had to push in too. He loved it when people loved us. Then he would start contolling the things I did. I cannot tell you how many times I admined a group and had to watch as he abused people in the group. He was so terrible. But I couldn’t say anything, I couldn’t stop him.

And he’d control who I could talk to, who I could write with in groups. He liked to ship wreck my ships. He’d already have like 5 ships with me and then he’d decide to make a 6th character and his FIRST move was always finding one of my character’s to ruin. He literally brought his abuse into character. He abused one of my rp characters in the same way he abuses me and the ENTIRE rp was SO uncomfortable.

It wasn’t until I started telling him to stop treating me like shit that things got really heated up. I never understood it and it drove me insane at the time, but he would abuse me and I would say he was abusing me and he would nod his head and tell me he understood. We’d have a heart to heart convo about how he was hurting me and how he could avoid doing that in the future. I’d ask him to remember to consider me as a human being all the time, he always forgot I wasn’t just a stepping stool. But we’d get to a good place and I’d think he understood. He would have expressed his heartfelt desire to do better and be a better person— but then he would go online and throw pity parties about how terrible I was.

He had a huge love of gaslighting or making shit up. He would post about me on his blog to get attention all the time, and talk to his friends about me. Just lie, right through his teeth. Nothing was too outrageous for him to go for. He had to villify me, and as far as I’m concerned that’s abuse too. It’s practically cyberbullying when it’s done in a tightknit community. He’s sent me anon hate, he’s sent my friends anon hate, and he’s sent anon hate to other blogs about me. He’s also signed hate to other blogs about me, even after I finally got him out of my life. He can’t breathe without using lies about me to host a pity party. That feels like abuse to me. His lies weren’t ever even all that good. He’d be as bad as to say “I want you all to give me money so I can spend it on me” and then say “I wanted to give HIM that money, not me! I’m a saint!” Like…. the original post is right there with the words “for myself” written right on it but okay?

My mind is really going fuzzy now, so I’ll leave a really short list that will cover like 1/1000th of his daily abuse. Some of the every day things included:

Making me out to be the bad guy if I ever asked for anything

Guilting me for telling him when he did things that hurt me

Telling me things like that I wasn’t worth being treated with common decency, right to my face, just because he was mad.

He pushed and pulled with his attention and affection a lot. He was always very manipulative in the way that he would pay attention or talk to me and be super sweet and then flip it when he got what he wanted.

He was also very manipulative in the way he would be sweet to me and then shit talk me behind my back. Kind of like how he we romantic with me while cheating behind my back. I’m poly. Bro. Literally all you had to do was respect me as the person you’re already dating and a s k.

Signing into my messengers, reading my private stuff, especially after we fought, so that he could see what I was saying to my friends. If I ever dared to ask for help from someone, or said a word about him that wasn’t sparkling, he would immediately start another fight.

Calling me fat - I will never forget this. I literally said, “If I were this big, I would jump off the roof and kill myself, I 100% cannot handle that I am freaking out” and he replied, “Well, you’re that big.” I’ve had serious eating disorders since childhood, fucking asshole. I don’t care what excuse a person can come up with, there is none for that. Even if your worst enemy says, “I’ll kill myself if ___” you do NOT reply with, “well, ____” unless you’re ABSOLUTE garbage. He tries to claim that he was only with me because he thought I’d kill myself if he left, that making shit up is another abuse thing, but if he gave a shit about my mental health or if I killed myself…. why the fuck did he tell me I was fat right after I specifically said I would kill myself if I was fat??????? And he knows I’m not lying. It wasn’t a funny haha I’d kill myself lol xD xD like his are. He knows I only say that shit when it is r e a l.

Admittedly taking his anger out on me, yelling at me just because someone else made him mad

He would constantly tell me that my style was wrong, or that the clothes I was wearing made me look too girly. He was always telling me that I needed to be different, downing on me until I felt bad and had to second guess everything. I never really cared how people saw me until he started making me feel like every time someone looks at me, all they see is a girl. He pushed that transphobic, sexist, YOU HAVE TO LOOK LIKE A MAN TO BE A MAN bullshit on me all of the time.

Telling me all of my interests were stupid

Acting out whenever he had to do something. Like we were moving out of Arizona and packing things up into the Uhaul, we were almost done, we just had the Christmas stuff. We were moving on and off too, really lazy, but we did also do everything at once. So he starts whipping me with words as fast as he can, trying to get me to just shut down because he’s attacking me. It doesn’t work, I ask him to get the xmas stuff in location a while I go to location b and get shit done and I shit you not, Miller-opher Kingle, Mr. I Listen To My Thousand Song Christmas Playlist All Year Round himself screams out, “I DON’T EVEN LIKE CHRISTMAS!!!!” in his attempt to get me to give into him.

Complaining whenever I wanted to talk about my interests or indulge in my interests

While also shoving every fart he made under my nose and demanding validation

Forcing me to watch stuff he was interested in and even picking fights if I said no but always acting like I wanted him to rip off an arm if I wanted to pick something.

Invading my private space. He was fucking obsessed with climbing into my bed and it was the creepiest and most terrifying thing in the world. Nobody wants to share a bed with their abuser, and nobody should have to deal with their abuser clinging to their arm like a tumor. Nobody should be forced to allow themselves to be used to up their abuser’s state of being.

LOUD ASS FUCK SKYPE CALLS WHILE I AM ASLEEP but oh, better yell at me because I wanted to listen to music while he was awake and he’s just too lazy to put the headphones from his neck to his ears so he can block me out

Refusing to clean, making me do it, yelling at me whenever I asked him to help out even a little

Refusing to cook, he would rather starve if I didn’t always cook for him

Refusing to work, especially when we were freelance writing. I’d give him like 500 words total and then take one 50,000 words myself and STILL have to do half of his when I finished mine

Using all of my shit, even when I told him not to, even when he said he wouldn’t. It feels like abuse because it’s like pissing all over my stuff, taking my stuff. A lot of my costume makeup he completely used.

The biggest thing though was that if I couldn’t give him something useful, I was useless. If I wasn’t blowing compliments up his ass 24/7, I was useless. If I wasn’t cooking and cleaning up after him, I was useless. If I wasn’t praising him and showering him in attention, I was useless. If I wasn’t being whored out to the internet to draw in more people to adore him, I was useless. If I was telling him he had to change, that he couldn’t keep abusing me, I was useless. What I wanted never mattered. If we got two bags of chips, he got one and three fourths and I got one fourth. If we got two things and promised to share 50/50, he’d still manipulate me into getting at LEAST half of my half. I could never just have an equal amount of anything. We’d go out and take 100 pics of him and 0 of me. Even when we went to Lady Gaga and I was DRESSED like Lady Gaga herself and I was stopped by fellow fans for pics with strangers, the one event that was quite literally The Me Event, and we got ZERO photos of me. that even after I spent six hours pouring myself into a skimpy ass costume that I made myself, and even after we drove hours and hours to get to the concert, even with it being my birthday present, zero photos of me. I’m the only person at that event that did not go home with a dozen and a half photos of me, I shit you not. What does it say that we BOTH valued me so little? If you feel what I just described in any way, you’re probably being abused.

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