#the fact my dad knows I’ll never have a wedding always makes me laugh

[kiingbiing]

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[drudyslut]

— summary: kook princess. kook prince. perfect match, right? wrong. you hated rafe cameron and everything he stood for. and he hated you. so when your fathers spring it on the two of you that they’d arranged for the two of you to be married, both of your worlds are flipped upside down.

— CW: 18+ only !! cocaine use, alcohol consumption, sexual innuendo, strong language.

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part one

3 days later…

RAFE

“So.. Let me get this straight. Your dad, and Y/N’s dad, have formed some kind of plan to merge both companies.. And you have to marry Y/N for it to be the most successful?”

I snort. Leave it to Topper to have to go over the scenario a hundred fucking times before it finally clicks in his thick skull. I ignore him, grabbing the rolled up hundred dollar bill off the glass table and place it under my right nostril. Leaning forward, i place the other end of the rolled bill at the end of the perfectly formed white line, sniffing up the substance before dropping the bill and flopping back into the soft, white couch. Fuck, I love the burn this shit leaves behind. The way it makes my body tingle, clearing my mind of any bullshit I don’t want to think about.

Topper tries ruining my high again. “Rafe. C’mon man, we have to talk about this. What’re you going to do?”

I sit up, my eyes narrowed into thin slits at him. “There’s nothing to fucking talk about, Top. My dad and her dad have already signed our lives away. I’m supposed to marry the stuck up bitch in less than a month. I don’t want to think about it, so drop it.”

Topper groans, but thankfully, he drops the subject. I don’t know what he expects me to say. I don’t want to marry her. Marriage is the last thing I pictured myself ever doing, but even if I had decided to settle down one day, start a family, it sure as Hell wouldn’t have been her I chose. Y/N Y/L/N is the bane of my existence, and my polar opposite.

Where I like to have fun, and am riddled with issues from head to toe — thanks dad — she’s boring. She doesn’t get out, and she is issue free. Her family didn’t fuck her life up like mine did — well, until now I guess — and she doesn’t even want to change her ways. She’s stuck in the mindset of being the perfect princess. My dad always praised her when we were growing up. “Be more like Y/N, Rafe.” “Why can’t you act like Y/N? She’s a good girl.” and my favorite line “I wish I had Y/N as a daughter instead of you as my fuck up son”.

I shake the thoughts to the back of my mind. The last thing I want to do right now is think of fucking Y/N Y/L/N and the fact that come this weekend, the entire island will know we’re getting married. That’ll really fuck up my chances with getting any pussy before this wedding. That’s another thing. The girls still a fucking virgin. I mean, who the fuck is still a virgin at twenty-one years old? Y/N fucking Y/L/N, that’s who.

“You have to admit though, she is hot. And she’s a virgin, how longs it been since you fucked a virgin?” Top says, amusement lacing his tone as he lightly punches at my shoulder.

I roll my eyes. “She’s not fucking hot, Topper. She’s a bitch.”

Lie.

Y/N is a lot of things, but unattractive isn’t one of them. I would be lying to myself if I said she wasn’t fucking gorgeous. But I’ll never admit that out loud.

“C’mon Rafe. Lighten up. Maybe it won’t be so bad”

I bark out a laugh at that. It’s going to be fucking miserable. A loveless marriage. Handcuffs that I can’t break free from, even if I wanted to.

“Topper. Fucking drop it.”

He opens his mouth to speak but thankfully, Kelce comes barging through the front door. I quickly stand from the couch, making my way to my other best friend and mouthing a silent “thank you” to him for arriving when he did.

“Y’all ready?” Kelce asks, his eyes darting between Topper and I. Thankful for the intrusion and opportunity to drop this entire fucking subject, nod my head. “Let’s go”

-

The boys and I enter the Island Club. We come here quite often to just get drunk and forget about our shitty days. I am thankful for this tradition right about now. This whole marriage thing has had me stressed out for the last three days. I remember when Ward first came to me about it. He had told me that it was time for me to step up and do something good for the family.

“Son, a word?”

I roll my eyes, glancing at the girl laid beside me I tell her, “I’ll be right back”

My dad chuckles, his eyes glancing behind me and at the brunette that wears only my T-shirt and a pair of underwear. “Actually, you can get dressed and go. Rafe won’t be back up here until late tonight”

I roll my eyes, opening my mouth to protest, but my dad’s stern look has me quickly shutting my mouth. There’s never a point in arguing with Ward Cameron. He will win every single fucking time.

Turning to face Sofia, I give her a small smile. “Sorry, I’ll call you later”

She rolls her eyes but nods her head. She grabs her things from my floor before slipping on her white Nike tennis shoes and walking toward me. She positions all of her things in her left hand, her right palm pressed firmly against my chest as she leans up on her tiptoes and presses a long kiss to my lips.

My father clearing his throat has me pushing her back softly. “I’ll call you.” I say firmly. She turns and exits my room. Leaving me all alone with my dad.

“You won’t be calling her” He states.

My narrowed eyes find his. “And why is that?”

“Because, son. You’re about to step up and do something good for this family, and I won’t have you fucking it up by sleeping around with some bartender from the club.”

I scoff. “What’re you-” I begin to ask, but he cuts me off.

“You’re going to be marrying Y/N Y/L/N.” He says matter-of-factly.

“Rafe? You good bro?”

The sound of Kelce’s voice rips me from the memory. I slowly turn my head to face him, his dark brown eyes filled with slight concern.

Clearing my throat, I say, “Yeah. I’m good. Lets get fucking drunk”

Kelce and Topper nod their heads and begin making their way toward the bar. I follow them closely behind, but freeze in my tracks when I see her. Sofia. I never did call her, and it’s been three days since she was last in my room. I know she’s going freak out on me. If she doesn’t, i’ll be surprised.

I clear my throat and roll my neck before continuing my way up to the bar with my friends. I finally reach Kelce and Topper, they’re already ordering. “Rafe, whatcha drinking bro?” Kelce asks while looking behind his shoulder at me.

I open my mouth to speak but Sofia’s narrowed eyes landing on mine the second she hears my name has me clamping my mouth shut. I give her an awkward nod, debating on just leaving. That’s not who I am though, I don’t run away like a scared little bitch, so instead I order, “Whiskey. Neat.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’ll call me, huh? It’s been three days, Rafe. What the fuck?”

I hear Kelce and Topper snort out a laugh. I glare at the back of both their heads. I’m friends with fucking children. Turning my attention back to the short brunette, I sigh heavily. “Situations changed, Sofie.”

She scoffs at that. “Well, it would be nice to know that you had just planned on fucking me and never calling again. I wouldn’t have ever looked at you twice.”

Topper slings an arm around my shoulder. “I’m sure he would have called had he not found out later that day that’s he’s marrying Y/N Y/L-”

I throw my elbow into Topper’s side, making his arm fall from my shoulder as he groans in pain. “What the fuck was that for?” He demands.

I roll my eyes, and put my focus back on Sofia. “Look, like I said. Situations changed. I won’t apologize for not calling you, we never said it would be more than sex between us anyways”

Her mouth falls open and tears begin to well up in her chocolate brown eyes. I sigh. This is the thing about women. They always expect so much more than you’re willing to give. I never planned on having a relationship with Sofia, and she knows that. But now, I’m the bad guy because she was all but thrown out of my house and I never called.

She lifts her eyes toward the ceiling above her, blinking back her tears before her eyes find mine again. “Well, good to know. Let me get those drinks for you guys.”

I let out a deep exhale, turning to face Topper and Kelce. They both have shit eating grins on their faces. “What?” I snap.

Topper chuckles. “Nothing. You better hope she doesn’t spit in your drinks all night” He jokes.

I run a hand down my face. Tonight was supposed to help me unwind, not cause more fucking unwanted stress. “I never fed her lines of false hope, so I don’t know why she’s freaking the fuck out.”

Kelce chuckles this time, slapping a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t they all freak the fuck out when it comes to you? I mean c’mon Rafe. You can’t ever sleep with a girl without her expecting more.. I just hope you’re prepared for the long list that’s going to come for your throat when this engagement is announced.”

I sigh for what feels like the thousandth time tonight. He’s right. I have never been serious about any of the girls I slept with. They all wanted more, but every single time I felt they were getting to attached, I stopped calling or texting them. It was better that way. I didn’t want anything serious, and now, I’m being forced into something super serious. Fuck, my life really sucks doesn’t it?

“Here. Drink up, you need it.” I hear Kelce say. I turn to face him and he has his left hand extended toward me, my glass of whiskey in hand. I quickly snatch it from his grip and throw it back, downing the amber liquid in one gulp. Turning to face the bar, I slide the glass back toward Sofia. “Another.”

-

Two hours and multiple glasses of whiskey later, I’m drunk. The room sways a bit, and I reach my hand out to grip the patio railing. I hear Topper laugh from the right of me. “Dude, you’re fucking wasted.” He laughs out, placing his hand on my shoulder to help keep me upright.

“I- I am not wasted, Top. I’m just… Buzzed” I lie.

He opens his mouth to speak but he quickly slams it shut, the sound of his teeth clashing together has me turning my full attention on him. His brows are raised and his eyes look like they’re going to pop from his skull as he stares intently behind us.

“What the fuck are you looking at? You look like you’ve seen a fucking ghost.” I joke. But he doesn’t laugh, and that makes me nervous. Topper laughs at the dumbest shit, so for him to remain staring behind us with a look of pure shock in his eyes, it has me wondering what just happened.

My body sways to the side as I try to turn and face the direction he’s looking, but his hand on my shoulder has me stopping in place.

I narrow my blue — possibly bloodshot — eyes on him. “What the fuck, Top. Speak!”

He clears his throat. “I- Uh.. Y/N just walked in with some of her friends.”

That has my attention. I quickly turn my body, falling forward a bit but catching myself with the help of the railing again. She stands at the bar. And she looks fucking delicious right now. For a girl who has never taken it past kissing a man — if she’s even kissed a man — she sure knows how to dress the part of any other girl on this island. She wears a black, leather skirt that hugs her curves and ass nicely. A tight, white cropped top and a pair of black heels that add a few inches to her height. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, and all I can think of is wrapping my hand in it and pulling her head back as I fuck her from behind.

What the fuck? Why am I thinking of her like this? I fucking hate her. My soon to be wife. She’s a fucking stuck up, prude bitch. My mind tells me to stop staring, reminds me that I can’t fucking stand her. But my cock is screaming the complete opposite.

Without thinking, my legs begin to carry me toward her. I come to a stop right behind her, clearing my throat, causing her head to whip in my direction. The moment her eyes find mine, she’s rolling them. The act alone is fucking sexy. I picture her eyes rolling into the back of her head while my face is buried between her legs, devouring her sweet cunt. Fuck. Stop thinking of her like this Rafe, you’re just drunk, and horny. Any girl would do, but for some fucking reason, my mind is consumed with her.

“What the fuck do you want, Rafe” She sighs.

I smirk at the anger that radiates from her. “Just coming to say- just coming to say hey to my future wifeeee.” I slur. She rolls her eyes as they find mine again.

“You said hey, now run along. We don’t need to pretend to like each other right now.”

Maybe it’s just because I’m drunk, but her words stung. She really hates me doesn’t she? I mean, I hate her too. Don’t I? Yes, Rafe. She’s a stuck up bitch who acts like she’s better than everyone. But my drunken mind has me sighing as I say, “You really don’t like me, baby?”

Her body stiffens, eyes wide as she stares back at me. “I- Don’t call me that.”

I smirk. I have her worked up. Reaching out my left hand, I push a few strands of hair behind her ear before I run my fingers down the side of her face. She sucks in a shaky breath and flinches away from my touch.

“Rafe… Please just let me have a night out with my friends. In two days, we’re announcing to the entire island that we’re getting married, and I’d like to live the last two days of my life without you around… Lord knows I’m about to be stuck with you.”

My eyes narrow and I take a step toward her. You’re drunk, Rafe. Keep your cool. My large hands reach for her face, cupping her cheeks as I lower my face closer to hers. I don’t miss the way her chest rises and falls rapidly from my close proximity. She’s nervous. It’s going to be so much fun having her all to myself. Even if I hate her, pussy is pussy. And this is pussy that’s never been touched. She’s all mine to play with. To fuck. To break. To train. She’ll be my own personal whore by the time I’m done with her.

My glassy, blue eyes search her face. I half expect her to shove me away, and I’m so drunk I wouldn’t be able to fight back on it. But she doesn’t. Instead, her eyes find mine. That’s it, be strong baby girl. I like the tough girl act.

“Baby, you’re going to be crawling on your hands and knees begging for me to touch you. To kiss you. To please you. You can act like you hate me now, Lord knows I can’t stand you. But even I can admit, you’re fucking gorgeous. And I know you find me somewhat attractive.” I pause, placing my lips on the sensitive skin of her neck and leaving soft kisses, making her hiss in a breath. “I know this isn’t what either one of us wanted, but we have no choice… Why not enjoy the game?”

Her beautiful eyes narrow into slits and her lips thin. She blinks a few times before slapping my hands from her face. I stumble back a little, but catch myself on the bar, giving her a slow smirk.

“Fuck you, Rafe!” She hisses before grabbing her purse and storming off to the locker rooms.

I smile to myself as I watch her storm off. She’s mad now, but I meant what I said. She’ll be begging for more after I finally touch her. She can pretend now, and I’m not saying I’m falling for her. But Topper was right. She’s hot. Might as well enjoy the game and the perks, right? Letting out a small laugh, I turn and make my way back toward my friends, adjusting my hard cock that’s straining against my pants in the process. This is going to be fun.

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Prompt 11 - Fake Date

@wolfstarmicrofic May 11, word count 875

“Eugh, my mum keeps asking who I’m bringing to my cousin's wedding!” Remus groaned as he checked the new message on his phone. “She’s getting worse. Ever since Oscar and I broke up it’s all she cares about.” He shook his head and put on a high-pitched voice, imitating Hope. “Reemuss,” He elongated his name like Hope did with her lilting accent. “Remus, why don’t you have a nice boy to bring to Gwen’s wedding? You should go find yourself someone, Remus.” He grimaced. “Like it’s so easy. She met dad in the middle of a forest when that guy jumped out of the trees at her and dad came to her rescue. Knowing my luck, the would be murderer would fall for me.” He leaned his head back and cursed the heavens. 

Sirius had sat there patiently listening to Remus grouse. He snatched Remus’s phone from his lap and typed a quick message to Hope. 

“There,” He said. “Now you have a date.” He grinned mischievously. Remus paled. 

“What did you do?” He picked up his phone and gasped. “Sirius! What the actual?!” His phone pinged as Hope started gushing about how happy she was and how much she’d always loved Sirius. He had to put his phone on silent to shut it up. Sirius had messaged Hope telling her that he was bringing Sirius as his date. Sirius who he’d had a crush on for years and told his mother every little thing about it. Oh gods, this was going to be a disaster. 

“It’ll be fine, Remus. I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend for the day, and then we’ll mysteriously break up, none of them will be the wiser, and it'll make your mum happy.” Remus groaned into his hands. 

They travelled to Wales the day before the wedding and stayed at Remus’s parents house. Lyall greeted them at the door but then disappeared into his study. He was happy in there and Remus was happy he was in there, to be honest. They’d never quite seemed to quite understand each other and this way was easier, much to Hope’s annoyance. 

Hope, on the other hand, wrapped them both in her arms and cooed over Sirius.

“I knew you’d end up together. You’re perfect for each other.” Sirius lapped it up. The only problem they had was Hope put them in Remus’s old bedroom. They hadn’t thought of that when they’d agreed to stay there. There wasn’t even another spare room. 

“It’ll be fun,” Sirius beamed. “Like being back at school.” 

“We never shared a bed. That was you and James,” Remus reminded him. 

“Well, better late than never then, I guess,” Sirius responded. So that was how Remus found himself in bed with Sirius. 

Thankfully, morning came quickly and then it was time for the wedding. 

Everybody made a fuss about Sirius.

“He’s so handsome Remus,” His grandmother had declared when he’d introduced him. “You ought to put a ring on his finger, so he doesn’t get away,” She’d said loudly. Remus went beet red. 

“Nain, you can’t just yell that out!” He hushed her. 

“And why not? I want to see some great grand kids before I pop my clogs, and you aren’t getting any younger,”

“Oh my god,” He didn’t know how to handle her apart from with a gin and tonic and the bar wasn’t open yet. 

“Don’t you worry, Mrs Howell, I’ll make an honest man out of him.” Sirius said, linking her arm with his and leading her away to her table. He turned and winked at Remus. Remus wished he could turn invisible. 

By the end of the wedding, Sirius had won over all of Remus’s family and all of the grooms. In fact, more people knew who Sirius was at the wedding than knew who Remus was. 

Remus was glad when they were on their way back to his parents house. It had been a long day. “So,” Sirius asked him. “When are you going to pop the question? Your Nain’s promised me her engagement ring.” He grinned, fighting back a laugh at Remus. 

“Oh, haha, Sirius,” Remus rolled his eyes and said no more about the subject. 

That night, much to Remus’s surprise, Sirius snuggled under his arm and rested his head on Remus’s chest. 

“I had fun today.” Sirius told him with a sleepy voice. “Your family is really nice, and I might just steal your Nain. She was brilliant.” He turned his head to look at Remus. “Thank you for letting me come.” He said quietly. 

“You invited yourself. I had nothing to do with it.” Remus huffed. 

He closed his eyes hoping Sirius would take the hint. But instead, Sirius pushed up and kissed him. Remus’s eyes shot open, and he stared at Sirius. 

“I was serious about that ring, Moony. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be there.” Remus didn’t know what to say, so he dragged Sirius’s face back to his and kissed him deeper than their first. He melted as Sirius kissed him back. “Took you long enough,” Sirius murmured against his lips. Remus had never been happier. He made a note to send a bottle of champagne to his cousin, because without her this might never have happened.   

[green-typewriterz]

i would love literally anything sam winchester related the lack of fics r astounding.. maybe something fluffy?? ive had a bad week would so cheer me up

Best fake-real husband

ASKS ARE OPEN

Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Summary: You and Sam go undercover in a small town to find out what's been happening to the disappearing couples.

ASK: above

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, awkward moments, mid season sam (in my mind it’s season 5 so its not following canon plot)

Author notes: Thankyou so much for the ask!!! I hope this is good :))) also Sam is the leader of the Sassy man army and if you don’t think so you can leave. Also thank you to @midsummeranderson for helping me plan <3

word count: 4110

You had always hated suburban houses, they just seemed empty, unforgiving. Though you didn’t have much of a choice. Bobby had a case and you two were to go undercover.

”Husband and wife…” Sam began, a glint in his eyes as he moved around the open plan kitchen, opening the windows to salve the heat that bit at their necks.

You smiled in reply, laying out weapons to move to the spare room. “Not awkward at all.” You replied and he laughed, shrugging his usual flannel onto a chair and digging into his bag.

Sam looked up, smiling, holding two rings in his hand. “Nope. I’m going to be the best fake-real husband ever. Dean thinks I can’t and I’m kinda determined to prove him wrong.” You sigh and shake your head, but there’s no annoyance behind it. Trust Dean to make a game out of it.

A piece of hair fell in front of his eyes - it’s so long now that it reaches his shoulders, princelike. “Well then I guess I’ll have to be a good wife.” He hummed in agreement and you tucked his hair back behind his ear and a smile spread across his face. “Looks like I’m off to a good start, Sam Heathcliff.”

You gently slipped the ring onto your finger, the metal slightly too big for you. It was your grandmothers, a mix of silver and sapphire. Sam places his dad’s wedding band on his own hand, fiddling with it gently. It made you smile softly, how the ring was cold against your skin - your grandmother had always wanted you to wear it.

A knock at the door pulled you out of your memories and the two of you looked to each other with confusion, Dean wasn’t meant to be here until later that evening. You opened the door cautiously, flitting into character when you saw a 57 year old woman holding a large pie in her hands.

She grinned cheerily, pushing the dish forward into your hands as she spoke, you didn’t really have another choice but to take it (you’d probably hand it off to Dean later.) “Hi,” the voice sounded fake, satirical. She never met your eyes, she was almost entirely focused on Sam. “I heard there was a new couple in town, thought I’d do the neighbourly thing and say hi.” She began, flicking her hair over her shoulder in a particularly suggestive manner. “We’d love to have you over this weekend, monthly barbeque.”

You looked at Sam, who looked entirely uncomfortable with the attention he was receiving and wrapped your arms around his waist. “We’d love to…” you waited for a name, the woman smiled with annoyance, as if she hated you speaking to her.

“Helen. Watson.”

The two of you introduced yourself and agreed to go, knowing the gathering would be useful to get information. With one last glance at Sam, Helen turned around and left, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Dean came round that evening, constantly grinning and mocking and (as you had expected) he greeted the pie with open arms. “Look you two,” he began, as if he were an expert on the subject, “You’re practically a couple already, just… act like you’re in your honeymoon phase for the old women.”

He stated this as if it were an obvious fact and you raised your brows at his use of the word ‘honeymoon’. Sam looked away in annoyance (Something Dean found extremely funny). It seemed as though the younger Winchester couldn’t wait to get rid of Dean and so, as soon as he had finished his pie, he was forced out the door and back to the impala. There was a second sigh of relief when the door closed.

Though it had seemed like a smart idea at the time, the two of you were sorely regretting filling the spare room with hunting gear as it had left you with one bedroom. “I’ll take the couch,” Sam said as he gathered some clothes to sleep in, you stood in the doorway, arms folded as you shook your head.

“Not a chance, you’d barely fit on this bed imagine how uncomfortable you'd be downstairs.” You argued and he shook his head, trying to claim that he’d slept worse. Eventually, the two of you came to an agreement. Sam would sleep over the covers, you’d sleep under them (he always got hot at night anyway - especially during the summer).

You excused yourself to the bathroom and by the time you had gotten back Sam was already asleep, long hair falling gently over his eyes. You lay down beside him and got comfortable, though you forgot just how much Sam moved in his sleep. He seemed to subconsciously move closer to you, warm, tan skin flush against yours.

His face was inches from yours, holding a gentle smile as if he were happily dreaming (though that was something that didn’t happen often). You gently moved the hair from his eyes and he moved closer still, broad shoulders brushing against you. You fell asleep in the comfort of his warmth and awoke with his arms wrapped securely around you. He wasn’t awake yet, you always woke up before him.

You eventually found it in yourself to move from his grip and headed downstairs, intending to make breakfast for the two of you. He was downstairs a few moments later, hair a sweet, tousled mess on his head. You smiled sweetly but neither of you spoke - there wasn’t much need to.

The two of you seemed to move around each other as if you had been married for years as you got ready for the barbeque, passing each other what you needed wordlessly. Chalk it up to years of hunting together.

“Todays gonna be entertaining for me.” You stated, a smirk on your face. He tilted his head in confusion as if he were a dog and you smiled, eyes drifting to his shoulders for a moment. “C’mon Sam, it’s a town of 47 year old women who hate their husbands and you’re a - very awkward - 6 '4 man. A handsome one at that.” He blushed and turned away, continuing to get ready.

His hands fiddled with the jacket in front of him. “Yeah, so?” You smiled at him, opening the front door as you spoke again.

“So, it’s gonna be fun watching you squirm.” Your smile turned to a grin and Sam shook his head, following you out the door.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

You were right, as expected. Although most were fine, one specific group of women made an exaggerated effort to fan themselves, whispering to each other about Sam. They almost immediately ushered you over. You sent a look to your best friend and headed toward them.

Immediately, they began to gossip, asking you about how you and Sam met and you could barely get a word in edgeways. There were compliments thrown at you too, but you knew they were just to stop you ‘feeling jealous.’

“How did you get so lucky?” One woman, Helen, asked. Her voice was wrought with envy as she stared over at Sam. Part of you understood why they were staring, Sam looked strangely good in the traditional small town husband attire. His white polo had a few buttons undone and the fabric was tight on his arms (Dean had ordered the wrong size) and his long hair was held back from his head by a pair of sunglasses, a few stray pieces falling over his eyes. The only part you weren’t a fan of was the khaki shorts…but it seemed to be the dress code in the town so you brushed it off - you and Dean would probably make fun of him for it later. He felt his gaze on you and turned to meet your eyes, smiling softly and winking. The women around you giggled and you rolled your eyes, to which he laughed.

It turned out that talking to the four women was the best thing for the case, they absolutely adored gossip. “Couples have been going missing, it always starts with the husbands.” Margaret whispered excitedly, “It happened to the couple who were here before you, sweet things.” she continued, sipping on a glass of wine.

You tilted your head, something Sam recognised from a distance, you’d had an idea. “Do they leave anything behind? People can’t just disappear?” You asked, pulling your hand through your hair.

Helen shook her head. “The damn council barely clean out the houses.” You nodded. Bingo. If the house hadn’t been thoroughly cleaned, chances are there’d be evidence. Helen continued to ramble and you were listening intently, until a hand gently slid onto your waist.

You let out a gasp but the strong smell of cedarwood and amber calmed you down. You knew exactly who it was. His grip pulls tighter around you and you lean into him, head resting on his chest. You felt your face flush - something you were praying he didn’t notice.

“How did you two meet?” One woman asked and you looked at each other, making sure without ever even speaking that you had the story right.

Sam leaned his head on yours and sweetly said, “why don’t you take this one, honey.” his eyes sparkled with mischief, he was trying to throw you off and the hand that was massaging your side was proof of that.

You met his eyes with the same excitement, if he wanted to play, you were really going to go for it. “We both worked as government agents, met on the field. Hence all the scars.” The women nodded in realisation, looking at some of the injuries you hadn’t quite managed to hide. “He wasn’t the biggest fan of mine at first but I grew on him, isn’t that right darling?”

Sam nodded, his eyes not leaving yours as he replied, “and now I don’t want to be without her ever again.” He found that sentence to be more true than he thought.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

Sam sent an exasperated look your way as he raked a hand through his hair (and sadly took the glasses off his head). “How were the boys?” you asked with a smile and he turned to make sure no one was watching before dropping the facade.

“I’m actually shocked how much I don’t know about football.” He replied and you both laughed, him leaning into you as he smiled. He looked outside at the group of gossipping women before adding on, “they seemed…friendly.”

You laughed, “to you, sure, but I think it’s because they want you in their bed.” The sentence was blunt and Sam’s eyes widened, cheeks blushing a strong red. You, however, continued as if you had never said anything, “I think it could be witches? We’d have to search for hex bags though.” He nodded, not meeting your eyes (he was slightly flustered).

The two of you eventually said your goodbyes and made your way down the street, Sam looked annoyed with himself. “What’s up?”

He sighed, “this one guy, Glenn, roped me into holding a housewarming party…” You stared at him incredulously, did he not try to say no? Sam recognised the look in your eyes and defended himself, “the man was incredibly persuasive!” You shook your head but knew there was no way out of it. You weren’t the best at party planning.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

The long stretch of grocery store met you as you and Sam stood in the doorway. You didn’t often do this as hunters so it was a slightly daunting task. You looked at each other with tired eyes and went your separate ways, deciding to cover ground as if it were a hunt…just for nachos.

You rounded a corner only to see Helen stood there. Not wanting to be stuck in conversation again, you instantly turned on your heel, hiding behind a row of sauces. Though, something caught your eye. In Helen’s basket, clearly hidden just not very well, was a large amount of herbs and salt. What got you interested was the extreme amount of basil and sage.

Witches. Had to be.

Sam approached you, smiling gently. Something about the situation made him look so… domestic. You tried to motion to him what you were thinking but he seemed so fixated on you, his reaching out for yours. “Can you do your job?” you spoke, the words sounding harsher than you had intended. He instantly pulled back, face twisting with annoyance.

“What?”

“Take the hint, Sam. Behind me.”

You continued to whisper back and forth in annoyance, alerting Helen who watched in confusion. You quickly turned to look at her and sighed as she approached, hiding the herbs with the rest of her groceries. “Lovers quarrel?” she joked and the two of you laughed in the same way Bobby would when Dean told another of his bad jokes.

Sam made excuses as you looked at her, trying to see if you could spot any witch runes on her. It seemed as though she was trying to do the same to you. “Well isn’t that tattoo…neat!” She said, trying to hide the venom in her voice as she pointed out the anti-possession tattoo on your collarbone. Great.

You looked at Sam in annoyance and turned back to Helen. “Thanks! I saw it in a magazine!” You tried to explain away but you knew you’d been caught, she had spotted you and you her. Though she was very keen to stay in conversation, Sam made a quick excuse and you both left as soon as you could.

“Told you it was witches.”

Sam didn’t reply. The car journey back was completely silent, an unspoken annoyance building in the both of you. Neither of you said a word until the front door closed. “Nice job letting her see the tattoo.” Sam said annoyedly, turning to look at you.

You sighed and turned away, packing away the groceries. “Maybe if you spent less time flirting and more time actually hunting we’d be done by now! This isn’t exactly a hard case, we don't need more bodies to our name.” The reply was sharp and annoyed.

He suddenly grabbed your wrist so you’d look at him. “I’m doing my job just fine.” His eyes were locked with yours. You stepped closer.

“No, you’re not. You’re distracted.” Sam scoffed, his minty breath fanning against your cheek from how close you were. His hand was still firmly on your wrist.

An annoyed smile spread across his face and a muscle in his neck tensed. “Oh yeah? And why would I be distracted?” You stared directly at him, from his long hair that fell over his unreadable gaze to the smoothness of his bronzed skin.

You found yourself stepping closer again. “You tell me.”

There was a crushing silence, the only sound being your sharp breaths. Suddenly, Sam’s grip on your hand moved to your waist and he pulled you into him, his lips colliding with yours. You leaned into him, hands grabbing his hair harshly. He kissed you as if he were hungry, as if he had been waiting for years - maybe he had. He lifted you easily and sat you on the kitchen counter, leaning back from the kiss for a split second. His chest rose quickly in hot breaths as he kissed you again. You bit his bottom lip - letting blood drip as his hands gripped your skin.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

The party was loud and irritating, there wasn’t a moment where you had time for yourself, not one point where you weren’t ’y/n Heathcliff’. You and Sam had barely talked after the evening before - you didn’t know what to say.

You knew Helen would be at the party, not only would it be good to keep up appearances but she could get her next victim from it. Sam sent you a look and you nodded once, heading toward the spare bedroom in search of weapons, just in case.

A small, easily hidden knife was being placed into your waistband when Sam opened the door, closing it harshly behind him. “Sorry,” he said quietly, “had to get away from Miriam.”

You laughed gently and went back to preparing, not wanting to meet his eyes. “Helen’s here.”

“I know.”

Silence again. You sighed, “and you just left her out there? Alone?” His brows furrowed and he offered a witty remark, starting another hushed argument between the two of you.

On the other side of the door, Miriam and Margaret pressed their ears to the wood, giggling like school children at how the argument sounded to them. Through the muffled walls, all they could hear was gasps and sharp noises - of course they assumed what they wanted.

Sam’s hands pushed through his hair as he sighed, uncertain of what to do, when suddenly the door started opening. He rushed forward and pushed against it, rushing out a quick, “one moment!” All he heard in reply was laughs.

“What do we do?” He asked nervously and you stood still, nervous, until a thought popped into your head. You held your hands out - asking for permission and, once he nodded, you placed your hands gently in his soft hair, ruffling it. It annoyed you how he still managed to look good.

Then, once he had done the same for you, you looked him up and down, deciding his outfit was far too…tidy. First it was one button undone, then another (you unbuttoned a third for personal reasons). A blush rose on the tips of his ears.

He went to open the door when you realised something was still missing and, in a quick moment of panic, you rushed forward and grabbed his face, kissing him harshly on the lips (you were purposely trying to smudge your lipstick onto him). Sam made a noise in shock but found himself leaning into it, eyes lingering closed for a moment longer after you had pulled away.

Shit. He thought. He definitely liked you.

Eventually, the door was opened and Sam met the two women with an awkward smile. “Oh!’ Margaret began, giggling, “I was going to offer a drink, but I see you’re occupied…” The woman looked at one another, laughed again and walked away, leaving Sam blushing with embarrassment. The door was closed once more and when you were both sure they had walked away, laughter spilt into the room.

He shook his head and smiled, stepping closer to you. “Close one.” You smiled gently, staring into his eyes (the light was hitting them perfectly). There was silence again - neither of you knew what to do.

”Are we ever going to talk about last night?” You asked, thinking about how his hands felt on your skin. His features turned more serious as he sat down on the bed.

He stared at you, lipstick still in a smudge on his face. “I’m not sure what to say about it.” You neared him, hands trailing over his shoulders. Then, slowly, you leaned into him, lifting his chin with your finger as you felt his soft lips against yours. There was something impossibly gentle about it and you weren’t sure anyone had kissed you that softly before.

”Maybe we don’t need to say anything.”

He smiled. You kissed the corner of his grin and headed back downstairs, attempting to fix your hair as you went. You were met with stares as you entered the kitchen - Miriam had most definitely told everyone… at least it sold the cover.

Time passed with an almost excruciating level of slowness and Sam not making a re-entrance back downstairs wasn’t helping either (you had no one to distract you). Eventually, the party cleared out yet Sam was nowhere to be seen - now you began to panic.

You said goodbye to the final few neighbours and headed back upstairs, calling Sam’s name. The lack of response worried you. The first door by the stairs - the one that unfortunately led to your weapons room - was ajar, scratches around the lock. You pulled the dagger from your waistband and slowly opened the door, sighing as you saw the bloodstain on the floor. You had a feeling you knew who had taken him and where he had gone.

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖ng 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

You had managed to track him to Helen’s house, hiding around the back to get a good view through the sliding glass doors. Sat, tied to a chair in the middle of the main room, was Sam. His face was bruised and bloody and his expression looked annoyed, chest heaving with sharp breaths. Helen, Miriam and Margaret circled around him, playing with his hair and gathering items they needed for the spell.

”Poor Sam,” Helen began - you assumed she was the leader, “you’d think you’d be able to fight back against three 57 year olds.” Miriam headed into the kitchen as Margaret laughed, they almost reminded you of the witches from Macbeth.

”You’d also think, considering she’s a hunter, that your ‘wife’ would be better at hiding.” Suddenly, a surprisingly strong pair of hands grabbed you, pushing you against the wall.

You struggled against the grip but it was no use, your hands being painfully tied behind your back. Miriam ushered you into the living room, retiring you to a chair beside Sam. You met his eyes with an apologetic gaze and he returned it.

It was your turn to feel the bunt of the witches’ fun now, knives sliced at your skin and hair was cut from your head, you knew they’d done it somewhere visible on purpose. They grabbed at your face, nails digging into flesh and smiling as Sam protested.

Eventually, the three left the room and you and Sam began planning. You shuffled your chair toward him, trying to see if he could reach the dagger you always hid in your shoe. His hand brushed over your shin but he couldn’t reach any further.

With one final attempt, Sam tried to lean on the chair to reach, which ended with him toppling both chairs. He landed on top of you, his chest flush against yours. “Sorry.” He spoke, words hoarse from lack of breath.

Luckily for you, the fall had broken the ropes around your ankles and - though it hurt like hell - you manoeuvred your leg just enough to read the blade. Sam's hair tickled against your face and his lips tickled your neck - but that was something you’d have to think about later.

“Nice try you two.” Helen spoke as she waltzed back in. You hid the blade in your sleeve as your chair was fixed once more and while the three were busy working, you managed to slice through the ropes. you waited patiently, watching with a newfound confidence. Luckily for you, Maragaret was the type of witch to intimidate - her favourite tactic being getting as close as she could.

You took the opportunity and thrust the blade forward, stabbing through her throat. She screamed out and you stood up making your way over to the other two to fight. You took a fair few punches, but it was nothing new and soon enough the two others were on the floor too, holding onto the last of their life.

The large salt circle was immediately broken and Sam was freed, you apolising every time you accidentally touched any of his injuries. “That was badass.” Sam complimented and you laughed, leaning your hair back tiredly.

You turned away, starting to destroy the spell further as you spoke, “Ready to finally stop being husband and wife?” You asked and a small smirk rose on his face, hands snaking back over your waist again.

With sudden passion, he spun you back around, his eyes glinting. “Not really.”

With that, Sam lifted you off the ground, hands securely gripping your thighs as he kissed your neck. You had your back pushed against the wall as he moved to kiss your lips, your hands pulling at the back of his hair. He sighed and went to kiss you again when the front door swung open, revealing a disgusted (but slightly relieved) Bobby and a grinning Dean.

”We can explain?” Sam offered, gently lowering you back to the ground. You couldn’t look at one another.

Dean shook his head, smiling like a madman. “I don’t know Sammy, seems pretty obvious to me.” Then, with the same giddy happiness he turned to Bobby, who had since fished a ten dollar bill out of his pocket.

Typical. You and Sam shared an annoyed look as The other two hunters headed back out the door. ‘“C’mon you lovebirds,” Bobby began, “There’s a vamp nest in Chicago.”

[bradshawsbaby]

Until I Saw You

Pairing: Rooster x Future Wife!Reader (featuring mentions of Goose x Carole)

Author’s Note: I wrote this based on this request I received, though it definitely ended up being longer than the drabble I said I’d write. It’s a counterpart of sorts to You, Me, and Karaoke, since it features Rooster’s perspective on the first time he laid eyes on the future Mrs. Bradshaw.

Warnings: Nothing but lots and lots of fluff!

“Mom, how do you know when you’ve found the one?”

He was fifteen years old and his heart had just been trampled by the girl he’d been dating for the past six months. It hurt, no doubt, to be dumped out of the blue, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that his ego had taken a harder hit than his heart. Shouldn’t he have been more broken up about it? Maybe. But he wasn’t. And that had led him to wonder how he would ever know if he’d found the right girl.

His mom, standing at the sink washing dishes, looked over at where he was sitting at their kitchen table, glumly eating a bowl of ice cream.

“Aw, honey,” she sighed in understanding, drying her hands on a dish towel and walking over to wrap her arms around him. “That girl didn’t know what she had in my darling Bradley,” she grinned, planting a big kiss on his cheek. “I never really liked her anyway,” she added, straightening up and taking the seat across from him at the table.

“Mom!” Bradley groaned, pushing his bowl of ice cream away and running a hand down his face.

“What?” Carole scoffed, batting her eyes innocently. “I didn’t. She wasn’t the right girl for you.”

“But how will I know when a girl is the right girl for me?” Bradley pressed, returning to his original question.

His mom was quiet for a moment, a thoughtful expression on her face as she contemplated his question. “I’m not sure how well I can really explain it, but I’ll give it a try,” she began slowly, tapping her chin lightly. “When you meet the girl who’s the one, you’ll just know—”

“But how will I know?” Bradley demanded impatiently, an exasperated expression on his face.

“Don’t interrupt your mother,” Carole told him with a twinkle in her eye, biting back a laugh. He looked so much like his father when he made faces like that, a fact that simultaneously warmed and broke her heart. “I’m getting there.”

“Sorry,” Bradley murmured sheepishly, resting an elbow on the table and leaning in closer to hear what his mother had to say.

Smiling, Carole nodded. “Mhm. So as I was saying, when you meet the right girl, you’ll just know. You’ll feel it right here in your chest,” she explained, placing a hand over her heart. “She’ll light you up from the very inside and make you forget that there were ever any other girls you could have ever possibly had eyes for. She’ll make it hard for you to breathe, but in the best way possible. And you’ll just know,” she finished firmly, as if she had just recited a scientific fact.

Bradley sat in silence for a few moments, mulling over his mother’s words. Then he glanced up at her and smiled slightly. “Is that how it was with you and Dad?”

Carole laughed at that, though her eyes got that look in them, the look Bradley had seen countless times throughout the years whenever they talked about his father—a mingled look of love and grief and joy and pain. “Oh, yes,” she nodded, gently fingering her wedding band. “Lord knows I never knew how to breathe properly when your daddy was around. Did I ever tell you what he told me once, about the first time he saw me?”

Bradley shook his head and leaned forward eagerly. He loved the stories his mom told about his dad. They always made him feel so real, like he was sitting right there beside them.

“He was with Mav, naturally,” Carole grinned, resting her cheek in her hand as she recalled that day as if it was yesterday. “They came in for lunch at the restaurant where I was waitressing. Your dad said that while they were waiting for a table, he saw me running a huge order out of the kitchen and it felt like the whole world stopped turning. For a second, it was just me and him and no one else.” She smiled, her eyes getting misty the way they did whenever she talked about him. “And then he apparently told the hostess that he needed to be seated at a table in my section. Mav backed him up, of course, saying they’d wait as long as they had to for a table to open up,” she laughed.

“And the rest is history?” Bradley grinned, nudging his mother affectionately. He knew his friends would think it was mushy, but he loved hearing stories about his parents’ relationship. They’d gotten married so young, and yet had so few years together. He would never get tired of hearing stories about the time they got to share with one another.

“And the rest is history,” Carole nodded, reaching over and squeezing his hand. “And to think, your dad and I grew up just a few towns apart from each other and never met before then. Fate has a funny way of working things out the way they’re meant to happen,” she told him, that sad look flashing through her eyes quickly.

“So that’s how I’ll know then? When I see her and the whole world stops turning?” Bradley asked, taking his father’s words about his mother to heart.

“That’s how you’ll know,” his mom affirmed, rising from her seat and dropping a kiss on the top of his head. “And what a lucky girl she’ll be, the girl my baby chooses to spend the rest of his life with,” she said, pinching his cheek playfully. “That girl I know I’ll like, unlike Miss What’s-Her-Face,” she added with a laugh, walking back over to the sink.

“Thanks, Mom,” Bradley murmured, rising as well and walking over to press a kiss to his mother’s cheek. “I’ll finish the dishes. You go relax.”

“See? A lucky girl indeed,” Carole smiled, squeezing her son’s arm and taking him up on his offer.

Bradley spent the rest of that night, and the days and weeks that followed, contemplating his mother’s words and taking them deeply to heart.

In the years that followed, especially the years after he had to bury his mother, Bradley never forgot what she had told him that night. But he also never found what she had described. He dated lots of girls, sure, and even thought he loved a couple of them, but he never found the one who lit him up from the inside, the one who made the world stop turning the way his mom had done for his dad.

On his loneliest days, he often wondered if he’d ever find what his parents had shared. Maybe the love they’d had for each other, the kind that made it hard to breathe in all the best ways, was just too rare for him to find. Maybe the woman that was meant for him just wasn’t out there at all. It was a depressing thought that he tried to push out of his mind, but as the years passed, it plagued him more and more.

“I don’t know, Mom and Dad,” he’d murmur sometimes, when he felt lost and adrift. “I don’t know if I’ll ever find her.”

Finding “her,” the elusive woman of his dreams, was honestly the last thing on Bradley’s mind when he walked into The Hard Deck with Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and Hangman that night. They’d had a long day of training exercises and were just looking to cut loose with some drinks and a few rounds of pool.

He had certainly not been counting on you.

It had been a few weeks since he’d had the time to stop by Penny’s bar, so he hadn’t been aware that she’d hired anyone new to work the floor, running orders from the bar and the kitchen. He hadn’t been in the bar for more than five minutes when his eyes suddenly landed on you.

And the whole world stopped turning.

He had never seen any woman as beautiful as you. With your bright eyes and infectious smile, your cheeks flushed from the heat of the crowded bar, and little wisps of hair escaping from your ponytail and kissing your forehead and cheeks—he didn’t know how to take his eyes off you. And suddenly he found himself wondering how there ever could have been any other girls he possibly could have wanted.

Because he couldn’t tear his gaze away from you, he noticed, well before you did, the bag that someone had carelessly left sitting in the middle of the floor. With your focus fixed firmly on the bar, you didn’t see it at all, in fact, and Bradley knew that you were going to trip right over it. Without a second thought, he shot his arm out and quickly wrapped it around your waist, steadying you as you stumbled before you could fall to the floor.

“Oh, thank you! I—”

If you said anything else, Bradley didn’t hear it because at that moment you lifted your eyes to look at him and his chest tightened inexplicably. It felt strangely warm in a way he had never experienced before. He found that it suddenly seemed hard to catch a breath, and yet he didn’t mind at all. He gladly would have forgone breathing altogether if you just kept looking at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours.

“Careful, darling,” he chuckled, his hand resting gently on your elbow. He bit his tongue, wondering if he should have called you “darling.” Somehow, though, it felt right.

Your lips parted slightly and his heart did a somersault in his chest and then Hangman’s voice cut through the crowd and ruined it all.

“Bradshaw! Quit flirting and get your ass over here for your turn or you forfeit!” he called from the pool table.

He could really kill Hangman sometimes.

Gazing down at you and smiling apologetically, Bradley slowly turned away and walked back over to his friends, but not without shooting several more glances your way over his shoulder. He felt the breath return to his lungs only after you were out of sight. Yet it wasn’t a feeling that filled him with relief, as being able to breathe should. Instead, he found himself searching for you all night, craving the lightheadedness that came when the world stopped turning.

His breath caught in his throat whenever he spotted you and his heart soared whenever he caught you gazing back at him. You always looked away first, an adorable look of sheepishness crossing your face when he caught you staring. Though he tried, he wasn’t able to talk to you for the rest of the night, which crushed him a bit.

“I didn’t know you hired some new waitresses, Penny,” he said, feigning a nonchalance he certainly didn’t feel as he closed out his tab a couple hours later.

“Just one,” Penny smirked, a knowing look gleaming in her eyes. “She’s very sweet. I think you’d like her,” she added with a grin.

Bradley tried not to choke at that, rapping his knuckles on the bartop as he nodded stiffly. “Good night, Penny.”

“Good night, Rooster,” Penny chuckled, her gaze drifting between him and you as he made his way out of the bar. She had a feeling she was going to be seeing a lot more of him in the coming weeks.

Climbing into his Ford Bronco, Bradley let out a soft sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. In spite of himself, he couldn’t help but grin as he thought back over the past couple hours. He rather liked the feeling of the whole world coming to a standstill.

Glancing down at the picture of his parents that he kept tucked in the center console of his car, he smiled. “I think I found her, Mom and Dad,” he told them. He knew somehow, without being able to explain it, that they were smiling, too.

And as he drove home that night, one thought kept running through his mind over and over again.

I’m gonna marry that girl someday.

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

jungprom | jungwon

This post was inspired by that one tumblr user whose bff forgot to ask her to prom. Since Jungwon is a literal baby this is just cute and fluffy. There is a kiss at the end but it reads like a Disney channel original movie. Also I know nothing about prom or dress shopping except for what I’ve seen in movies so sorry for any inaccuracies. Jungwon, as always, is the most precious lil bean. Jake and Sunoo feature and Sunoo goes full Tan France. Hope u enjoy!!

You are staring at your phone, trying to decipher the text you just got from Jungwon.

“Hi! What color is your prom dress?”

As far as you know, you are not going to prom. You never have been going to prom. You never even got asked to prom, you think to yourself, amused.

“I don’t have a prom dress,” you reply back. “Why do you ask?”

His reply is prompt. “Prom is this weekend, right? Why don’t you have a dress yet?”

“Because I’m not going?” you reply back, more confused than ever. “I didn’t get asked to prom.”

The typing signal appears -- Jungwon is texting back. “Did I forget to ask you” is all it says.

You gape at your phone. Pressing the call button, you hold it up to your ear, and Jungwon answers almost instantly.

“Uh, hi,” he says, his voice sheepish.

“Hi,” you say, trying to hold back a laugh. “You have some explaining to do.”

“So, I thought I had told you that I was planning on taking you to prom,” he says hesitantly. “But then I realized about thirty seconds ago I never asked you. I literally told everyone but you,” he adds, exasperated.

“Well, that sounds fun. I don’t have a dress, though,” you say.

“You’ve still got a couple days!” he pleads. “Please, I think it would be really fun if we went together.”

You try to ignore the butterflies that erupt in your stomach as he says this. As a distraction, you pretend to deliberate for a moment before agreeing. “Okay, I’ll be ready to go. What time are you picking me up?”

“Six!” he says. “Don’t forget to ask your dad.”

You roll your eyes, knowing full well that if your dad could trade you for Jungwon as a kid, he’d gladly do so. “Okay, I will. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

“Bye,” he says cheerily. “And sorry again!”

The call ends and you run downstairs to talk to your dad. “Hey,” you say as you enter his office, and he looks up and smiles at you.

“Hey, stranger,” he teases. “What’s up?”

“Jungwon called,” you say. “Apparently he forgot to ask me to prom, but I’m gonna go with him on Saturday if you’re okay with it.”

His jaw drops. “I absolutely love that idea. In fact, I think you should date him, go to college with him, and then marry him. Actually, I think I’m gonna tell him he can only take you to prom if he’s gonna marry you later.”

“Dad!” you shriek, blushing.

Your dad laughs at your discomfort. “So, do you have a dress?” he asks.

“No,” you admit, your cheeks still hot.

“Well, give me ten minutes and then we can go. Are you going to bring Jungwon with you to go dress shopping?” he asks hopefully.

“That might not be a bad idea,” you say. “Isn’t that bad luck, though?”

Your dad rolls his eyes. “No, that’s for when you get married. Jungwon shouldn’t see you in a wedding dress before then.”

You glare at your dad. “You keep making jokes, and I’m not even going to invite Jungwon to come.”

Your dad immediately sobers up. “Okay, okay,” he says, his tone placating. “I won’t do anything bad. Just call him.”

You do, and he answers promptly. “What’s up?”

“My dad wants to go dress shopping in like ten minutes,” you explain. “You could come and get your matching tie at the same time.”

“Great idea,” Jungwon says, “except I have Jake and Sunoo here right now.”

“Dress shopping?” you hear Sunoo say in the background. “We’re coming. She’s going to be the best-dressed person at prom or I’m not the person I say I am.”

There is a long pause. “Apparently Sunoo wants to come. Is that okay?”

“Bring them both,” you agree, smiling. “It’ll be way less weird than hanging out with just you and my dad.”

“I love your dad!” Jungwon says defensively.

“You love my dad, and my dad loves you, a little too much,” you sigh. “See you in ten.”

After collecting everyone, you head to the mall, and into a store that boasts a large selection of dresses that you had to look up on the internet to find. Jake’s eyes get wide as he takes in all the options, organized by color on seemingly endless rows of racks. “It’s so much harder for girls,” he realizes.

“Not if you do it right,” Sunoo instructs. “Now, darling, stay away from anything beige,” he tells you. “Or cheugy.”

You salute him, heading for the light blue rack. Jungwon follows you while your dad hangs back, talking with Sunoo and Jake. “I think you should look for something vintage-inspired,” he says, helping you look through the racks.

You look at him, impressed. “I didn’t think you’d have an opinion,” you tell him.

“Well, you’ll look pretty in anything,” he says, and he blushes a bit. “I just think that the vintage things you wear suit you really well.”

You can feel your face contorting into a shy smile against your will, so you pretend to concentrate on finding a dress. A shop worker comes to help, and within minutes you have a queue of dresses to try.

Sunoo is by far the most vocal critic, and as you step out in the first dress, a yellow number with daisies and tulle, he vetoes it almost immediately. “This is prom, not a garden party,” he insists.

He does the same with a green dress that hugs you tightly pretty much everywhere. “How are you expecting to dance in that?” he asks scathingly.

“I liked both of those,” Jake says, bewildered. “You looked really pretty in them.”

“You did,” Jungwon says, grinning. “There’s still a lot to try on, though. And I think Sunoo’s right that that dress will be hard to move in.

You roll your eyes and continue trying on dress after dress. You have it narrowed down to an emerald green dress with intricate pearl embroidery and a lavender dress with rosettes along the neckline before Jungwon sticks his hand underneath the changing stall with a frothy, floaty, light blue gown with a full skirt and puff sleeves. It is light, delicate, and poofy, and it has a slight shimmer to it. As you slip it on, you know -- this is the one.

You step out, and Jake starts clapping almost immediately. Your dad’s eyes are getting teary, and you almost start laughing. Sunoo is nodding in approval, but Jungwon is looking at you, and his eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly open and he is smiling in apparent awe.

He is the first to speak. “Wow,” he says simply.

“Wow is right,” Jake says. “This dress was made for you! You look incredible!”

Sunoo stands up. “An easy winner,” he declares. “I think we deserve ice cream after all this.”

“Thank you, guys,” you say. “I love it.”

You keep stealing glances at Jungwon. He cannot keep his eyes off you.

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Prom night has finally arrived. You are a tiny bit nervous, but mostly excited -- but your dad is pacing around the kitchen, full of anxiety. Jungwon is two minutes later than he said.

“I told you, Dad,” you say. “He texted me five minutes ago that he was on his way, and he lives across town. He’ll be here.”

“What if something happens to him?” your dad whispers in horror.

“Dad, please,” you say, shaking your head. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

It’s less than five minutes later that the doorbell rings. Jungwon stands there, holding a bouquet of flowers, in a suit with a tie that matches your dress perfectly. His eyes go wide again as he takes in the sight of you -- hair done, makeup on, smiling at him. He impulsively takes your hand and twirls you right there on the doorstep. “Wow,” he says again, shaking his head. “You look...magical.”

“Magical?” you laugh.

“Beautiful,” he breathes. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

“Doesn’t she?” your dad interrupts. “I did her hair myself.”

“You did?” Jungwon asks, turning his wide eyes on your dad. “You did amazing! This is for you, by the way,” he remembers, handing the flowers to your dad. “You really earned them.”

“Thank you,” he says, proudly taking the flowers. “It took me three hours.”

“I’ll be back by midnight,” you tell him. “Have fun at home!”

“Have fun at prom! But not too much fun,” he says sternly.

As you leave the house, Jungwon takes your hand. “I’m really excited,” he says, his smile contagious.

“Me too,” you say. “You look amazing, too.”

He looks down at his black suit, complete with pearl cufflinks and white gloves. “Sunoo helped.”

“I figured. Where are we headed?” you ask.

Jungwon nods at the corner of the street. A limo is parked there. You look at him, aghast. “That’s for us?”

“Yes,” he says, and starts to jog with you over to it. He opens your door and makes sure your dress is all inside before climbing in next to you and sitting beside you.

There is a bouquet of small white flowers in the limo. Jungwon hands them to you. “I wanted to bring you flowers too, and I actually think they’d look kind of nice in your hair.”

“Really?” you say, touched.

He nods. “May I?”

You nod back. Jungwon plucks a couple, and places them carefully in your hair, giving you goosebumps. He turns you back around when he’s done. “They look pretty,” he says, folding his hand in yours again.

The limo ride is full of easy conversation between you and Jungwon, although you are trying to be normal about the fact that your best friend since childhood has grown to be so handsome, and here you are sitting beside him looking like this, and he is holding your hand. After about half an hour, the car stops.

“Where are we?” you ask, looking around. Unbeknownst to you, you’ve driven to the top of a small mountain, and have stopped at a restaurant.

Jungwon helps you out, places your hand in the crook of his elbow, and you walk into the restaurant, where he says, to your shock, “I have a reservation.”

You are seated on an outdoor terrace, overlooking the valley. The food is amazing, and as you eat, you enjoy the view -- although you’re much happier just because you’re with Jungwon. You talk and laugh and compliment the chef, and Jungwon pays for everything, making your eyes wide.

Then, it’s finally time for the dance. It’s loud and fun, and you see plenty of friends there. But your favorite part is when during a slow song, Jungwon takes you outside, to a quieter spot where you can just barely hear the music, and pulls you in close for a dance.

You rest your head on his shoulder, but you’re near enough that you can feel his heart beating. He has long since ditched his jacket and gloves, and the feeling of his bare hand in yours has the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. How did you end up feeling like this with someone you’d known so long?

The dance ends, and you load back into the limo, exhausted. Feeling brave, you lean your head against Jungwon’s shoulder again and close your eyes. To your surprise, he wraps his arms around your waist and leans against the side of the limo, closing his eyes, too. You drift in and out of sleep together on the ride home from prom.

When you finally arrive back home, Jungwon nudges you gently. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” he teases softly. “It’s time.”

You get out slowly, walking hand-in-hand, and he spins you one last time before you arrive at the porch. “I had a great time,” he says shyly, looking down at you.

“So did I,” you say, your smile so big your face hurts.

The silence that falls between you is heavy and fraught with unsaid words. Finally, Jungwon blurts out, “I have to tell you something.”

“Me, too,” you say in a rush. “You first.”

“No, wait, you first,” he says, confused.

“You first,” you insist, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“Okay, well, um,” he says, nervously playing with his cufflinks. “I don’t really know how to say it. I’m not great with words. But I guess I just wanted to let you know that I like you. A lot. Like, I like like you.”

You just look at him. He continues, looking a bit distressed. “I know we’ve been friends forever, and I know this might make things weird, but it’s almost our last year of high school, and I don’t think I could live with myself if I never told you.” He finally meets your eyes again, taking your hand. “I really like you, and I’d like to see if we could possibly work as something more than just friends.”

You touch his cheek. “You took the words right out of my mouth,” you say seriously. And he beams.

Taking a step closer, he leans in slightly. “Would it be okay if I kissed you?” he asks softly.

“Please do,” you say. He laughs quietly before closing the distance between you.

The kiss is sweet, soft, and perfect. When he pulls away, you cover your mouth with your hands. “I can’t believe we did that!” you squeal.

He laughs, full-bellied this time. He puts his hand on the other side of your face and kisses you again, deeper this time. “I can,” he says happily, brushing your noses together and kissing your forehead before putting his hands in his pockets.

Turning to leave, he stops at the bottom step and looks up at you on the porch. “Goodnight, my princess,” he calls to you, his voice just reaching you like the music of the slow song you’d danced to with him.

You go inside, watching him surreptitiously from the window. Before he makes it down your driveway, he does a fist pump. You laugh, and go to tell your dad what you’re sure he’s dying to hear -- that you and Jungwon are officially together.

[simplynotcapable]

I’m curious, in that “Baelon is Visenya’s uncle ‘verse”:

A) how does that change - *if* it does - the relationship(s) between Daemon, Baelon, and Visenya?

Is Daemon more protective/platonically possessive of Visenya in that ‘verse? (aka “that’s *my* firstborn daughter you’re eyeing, nephew”)

B) if so, is Viserys having a grand old time, sitting there laughing about uncles, nieces, and karma?

Tangent - I really love that we know the words for family in High Valyrian and what they might imply about about family structures in Valyrian culture (for example, “kepa” being used for both father and father’s brother - especially since mother’s brother is “iapa” or “qybor”- suggests that a father’s male siblings might be seen as additional/surrogate fathers whereas a mother’s male siblings would take more of an “uncle role”). If I’m right, It definitely makes the creep/cringe factor of Daemyra in canon even worse 😬😂🤦‍♀️

Hi!!!

The relationship between Baelon and Daemon would still be largely the same, if not a little closer considering they’d be spending more time together.

I don’t think Visenya and Daemon’s would be much different from dragonglass and gold either, since she largely sees him as her father there anyway, but if anything they’d be less tightknit. Part of the reason the twins cleave so close to Daemon is their bad relationship with Viserys, and Visenya’s driving force is very much entangled with the fact that Daemon’s the only male authority figure she has that didn’t a) kill her mother and therefore show he does not give a flying fuck about the women in his life’s agency, and b) spend all his time around her bemoaning how she looks like said dead wife. In a life where Viserys is just her weird grandpa and she has two parents with a relatively healthy (psa: grooming is bad and never healthy kids, every modern!Daemon au should put him in prison for statutory) marriage, she isn’t really seeking that same validation from him. She’s always had from Daemon what she was missing from her relationship with Viserys, so she doesn’t have to go through the whole “love me please i’ll be worth it i swear just look at me” sort of thing that she does when Viserys is her father.

Daemon’s just her dad. He’s annoying. Makes kind of gross jokes. Keeps knocking up her mom even though there’s so gods-damn many kids running around that she wants to yank out all of her hair.

Daemon is 100% the dad that sits on the porch cleaning a gun when his daughter has their first date, so Baelon and Visenya’s friendship makes him very erratic. Just frothing at the mouth “what do you mean they went on a 3am flight alone i’m going to eat his pancreas raw” and “WHY IS HIS HAND ON HER BACK RIGHT NOW RHAENYRA” even though Baelon and Visenya have a mostly pretty platonic relationship for most of their childhood.

Viserys thinks this is karmic justice from the gods, is absolutely no help whatsoever, and uses it to very cheerfully fuck with Daemon all the time.

(Daemon: get your SON

Viserys: it’s perfectly innocent. what kind of uncle would seduce their fifteen year old niece?

Daemon:

Viserys: it isn’t like he’s bringing her to brothels

Daemon:

Viserys: or stealing her from her wedding

Daemon:

Viserys: that’d be an example of a bad uncle

Daemon:

Viserys: I’m calling you a—

Daemon: no yeah I got the message thanks)

I’ve never thought about the significance of kepa being a word for uncle and father, but that’s a really interesting point. The age gap and how young Nyra is when Daemon is starting to show interest is weird enough. Thinking about it through the lens of Daemon having this cultural responsibility to act as a father figure and instead being like “familial power as a stepping stone to being a child predator, a 500 page guide by Daemon Targaryen” makes it 1000x worse and also just more fascinating a dynamic than it already was.

Thank you!! 🩵

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Chapter 11: When you come back

Left for Carnage (Twisted Wonderland x Reader)

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Word count: 5.1 k.

WARNING: mentions of verbal fight (between the reader and their father), beasts, injuries, blood, scars, cursing, hospital room and IV tube.

Note: I’m really sorry for uploading this late! I started my fourth semester at uni and I had a lot of things to do so this got pushed. I also started publishing this fanfic on Wattpad but I’ll post the link in the afternoon since the Uni Wi-fi blocked the website (I have no idea why xd). Anyways, thank you for your support!

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“(Y/N)! Wake up!”, somebody grasps your shoulders and shakes them harshly. Annoyed, you swat away the hand before turning to your side and snuggling further into your hands that were placed below your head, acting like a pillow.

The atmosphere around you is calm and serene, in the distance, you hear the chirping of birds, and the soft wind that passes through the trees shaking their leaves and branches. The grass you are lying on used to sting and itch you, but now it acts as a comfortable mattress which, together with the warm sunlight, encourages you to continue your deep sleep.

You hear a chuckle come from behind you. "At least sleep under the tree. You'll burn your face if you keep exposing yourself to the sun," you feel the person gently poke your back and take a seat near you. Knowing that he will continue to bother you if you pretend to continue sleeping, you slowly open your eyes and let out a groan as you stretch your limbs.

"Is the party over yet?" a yawn escapes you and you roll onto your side, to find yourself face to face with Sigurd. Your brother shakes his head and points his thumb over his shoulder towards the large garden where you hear the thunderous music and unintelligible cheers of drunk people.

"They've just started. Eline knocked down the whole champagne tower and Uncle Mikaeli got into a fight with Dad. So, things are going great!" you roll your eyes at Sigurd's sarcasm and sit down next to him. "And you? Did you get tired of imagining making out with Émile?", you give him a smirk and watch Sigurd's eyes widen like saucers.

"W-what? N-no, not at all! Svein sent me to tell you that lunch is being served! Also, I don't like Émile!", Sigurd stumbles over his words and crosses his arms with a frown. You let out a laugh, knowing that practically everyone but Sigurd and Émile knew that the two of them had a crush on each other. "Oh yeah, and I'm a vampire," your brother shakes his head with a smirk and gives you a teasing shove, muttering for you to shut up.

The two of you fall back into silence, choosing to observe the nature around you and listen to the ruckus that is happening in the distance. These last few days have been a complete blur for you, a mix of various white dresses, different flavors of the many meals served at the various banquets, greeting relatives whose faces you had never seen before, all while your anxiety and discomfort skyrocketed due to nerves and the number of people that were surrounding you in a very small room.

But you'll be leaving in a few days and even if it's only for a couple of months, you'll be glad you won't see your father's face for a bit. Sigurd turns his head to look at you and you notice he has a somber expression. "Hey... I heard you had a nasty fight with dad today, in the morning... are you okay?" he asks in a soft tone and you cringe as you remember the words that came out of him.

"It was nothing new, just him always blaming me for everything. Only this time, I got fed up and talked back to him and that's why he got mad," you care very little that today was his wedding day to Dorothea. The woman doesn't bring you good vibes after the many dinners you've had with her and you're not exactly excited to have her in the house.

You'll never forgive him for the fact that he also got engaged to her three days after Mom's funeral.

You feel Sigurd lay his head on your shoulder as he lets out a long sigh. The anger you felt previously at the memory of the vile words that came out of your father's mouth fades and you calm down. "...You know, I was so happy when I saw you excited when you got the letter from the guild...what a stupid grin you had on your face, and what was up with your laugh? You sounded like a duck!", rolling your eyes with a smile, you slap him hard on the shoulder and Sigurd lets out a laugh. "Wow, way to ruin the mood, dumbass," you tell him between laughs.

Between laughter and stupid jokes, you forget your anger and sorrows. It's a moment of calm and joy before you must venture back to the garden. Sigurd is the only one who could make your day with just one dumb joke. He is your best friend and brother.

Even though you are only 14 years old, in a few days you will join the guild and participate in the initiation and training program of Herald’s of the Empire together with Yuuken Enma, a childhood friend of yours. Although you have heard terrifying stories about those who are sent to hunt monsters, you are excited since you will dedicate yourself to the observation and documentation of beasts.

A chance to get away from the home that brings only bad memories.

A chance to stop feeling the hateful gaze of your father and the pitying looks of your siblings.

A chance to forget what happened to your mother.

You will miss Sigurd, but you have promised to write to him every week.

You are excited about this new adventure.

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Sigurd, where are you?

I miss you. We miss you.

Please come back home.

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“A parcel arrived for you this morning, (L/N)”, a rectangular-shaped box wrapped in brown manila paper is gently placed in front of you. You move around some of the papers and photos to take a closer look at the address of the package. A smile forms on your face when you recognize the familiar series of numbers and the name of the sender.

You turn to look at the person who has left you the package and give her a small smile. "Thanks for the delivery, Fleurette. Good job today, by the way," the redhead smiles back at you and heads for the door. "Same to you, (L/N)! Don't miss dinner today; the commander decided to be nice to us today and told the cooks to make minestrone!" you let out a quite laugh and say goodbye to the girl, telling her that you'll go eat in a little while.

Fleurette waves goodbye and leaves the cabin, the flimsy wooden door slamming shut and the cabin returns to a calm silence. You watch through the dirty window as the red-haired woman catches up to a group of people and they head towards the mess hall, exchanging laughter and jokes throught the way. You return to your work, typing away at the keyboard and revising your notes as you fill out the long and tedious report.

Afternoon turns to night and with it comes the pouring rain. As thunder rumbles in the distance, you hear your comrades running outside seeking shelter from the rainfall as they scream and curse because they got wet. You even hear a guy laugh out loud when one of his friends falls in the mud and gets his uniform dirty.

And you never went to dinner, too invested in finishing the damn report so you could have some extra time to read before you went to sleep, since the group would be leaving the abandoned village before the sun came up the next day.

You finish typing the last words of the report and let out a happy sigh, taking a quick look to fix any spelling or grammatical mistakes. Satisfied with the final product, you save the file and shut down the computer, tidying up the table and putting everything away into the worn-out satchel that you always carry.

It was handsewed by Svein, who gave it to you the day you got admitted into the guild. He looked really proud.

You walk around the room, stretching your body in hopes of getting rid of the tingling in your extremities. It had been a brutal day, one that started with everyone waking up to a monster raiding the camp and almost killing one of the soldiers since it snuck inside one of the cabins. Thankfully, they managed to avoid the attack and came out with only a few scratches.

The rest of the day was spent trying to take out a massive beast known as an Hodeskalle Knuseren that was terrorising a nearby town. The beast is fast and violent, and they are difficult to kill due to their enormous stature. After hours of battle, the monster was defeated and everyone went back to celebrate, well you didn’t join them, since you went back to your cabin to finish some reports and paperwork.

You finish stretching and let out a yawn as your eyes feel droopy. Yet as you're about to grab the mystery novel that you left half-read, you remember the parcel that was delivered earlier in the afternoon. You take the heavy box and head towards your bed, wanting to be in a more "comfortable" spot. Well, at least the harsh and weathered mattress was way better than the chair full of splinters that every time you move you feel that it was about to break.

You tear at the manila paper to reveal a varnished wooden box. It opens quite easily, since it lacks a latch, and a smile immediately appears on your features once you recognize the items inside.

The dark blue sweater is definitely from Astrid since she was always worried that you could easily catch a cold, the pocket knife is from Svein since you recognize the familiar beautiful carvings on the handle of the weapon, the thriller novel is from Roger since he and you always shared your thoughts on various books, and the dried fruit is from Sigurd since in one of the last letters you wrote to him you mentioned that you wanted to eat some.

Nestled in between all of the items, is an envelope that has the name of each of your siblings written in fancy handwriting that addresses you. But before you can tear it open to read it, the door of your cabin swings open and harshly hits the wall, catching you off guard and in the process, almost dropping the box to the floor.

"Rook? What're you doing here?" you ask as the blonde hunter steps inside and holds up two bowls full of soup to show you, shutting the door behind him. " Bonjour, bel oiseau! I noticed that you missed dinner, so I have brought it to you!" he happily waltzes towards where you are and takes a seat on your bed across from you. He hands you the bowl and you thank him quietly.

The ceramic is warm against your fingers and the delightful smell of the minestrone makes your stomach rumbles in response. You hear him let out a quiet chuckle but don't pay much attention to it, distracted by the hunger you feel at that moment. Taking the spoon you scoop up some of the broth with chopped vegetables and bring it to your mouth, the liquid warming up your body and quieting the noises coming from your stomach.

You and Rook eat in silence but it's not awkward, it's nice and you don't feel the need to start any kind of conversation with him. However, your eyes wander and you find yourself discreetly watching the hunter.

He is an extremely strange guy; his constant praising and calling everyone and everything beautiful weirded out some of your coworkers and as such, he usually ended up working by himself. You were paired up with him for a short mission and working with him is great, as his skills help to avoid any kind of casualties and he has a sharp eye to notice even the smallest of details.

However, after that, he always kept looking for you. He would wait for you outside of a meeting you were in to walk you home, would greet you when you came back from a mission and there was even a rumor that he would look for jobs in which you were participating to be near you. Though you really doubt that last one.

You’re curious as to why he does that but he never tells you the reason. Even when you ask him directly, he’ll either make you blush by showering you with tons of compliments or will quickly change the subject.

Still, his company is never unwanted by you. Setting aside his eccentric personality, you find him to be rather pleasant and interesting to talk to. You snap out of your thoughts once you notice that you've eaten the entire plate of soup. 'I must've been more hungry than I thought’ , you place the ceramic bowl on your bedside table and turn to face the hunter, whose empty dish sits snugly in the center of his folded legs.

"Oh wow, I didn't notice how long your hair got," you vaguely point at his long blonde locks that now pass his shoulders. "Didn't the captain Leandro scold you for that?", Rook chuckles. "Oui , he's quite stubborn about it. But, I've explained to him countless times that I always put my hair up!"

"Although, I'd only cut it shorter if you cut it for me," the bastard winks at you and you feel your cheeks turn red. However, you don't let his compliments get to you and look at him with a slightly amused expression. “I say because the captain will surely pay someone else to cut it off for you while you sleep," unfortunately, it will not be the first time that the captain has done that to one of his underlings.

"Ah well, I’ll be sure to keep an eye out. Anyways! Bel oiseau , I am very curious about the package that you have in front of you”, lowering your eyes towards the box, you explain to the hunter that it is a present from your siblings.

When you finish speaking, your eyes focus on the bag containing the dried fruit. It contains several pieces of fruit, enough to share between two or three people. Without much thought, you grab the bag and hold it out to Rook.

"Do you want to share? There's enough for both of us and it will take me a long time to eat them on my own," the hunter gives you a broad smile and nods excitedly. You open the bag, the smell of various fruits wafting through the air and place it between the two of you, taking a dried orange and popping it into your mouth. The faint citrus taste brings back a series of nostalgic memories.

You spend your 19th birthday eating dried fruit and chatting with the eccentric hunter. In two days, you will return home and see your family again after being away on a year-long expedition.

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I came back to work with the guild and can you believe that the very prince of the Valley of Thorns is the one who gives me the missions?

You had told me several times that you wanted to meet him, that you thought he was an interesting person

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Astrid has already set a date for her wedding. She will get married at the beginning of winter.

Svein wants to buy a small place near the Coral Sea. He wants to open a restaurant.

And Roger adopted a dog, he named him Pluto.

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I don't know why I keep writing letters.

I think it has become part of my routine.

But I'll keep doing it, so when you come back you'll know what happened.

Sigurd, where are you? Are you all right?

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It has been five days since (Y/N) was knocked unconscious after using their unique magic and vanquishing the divine beast. The unbirthday party went according to plan, no mistakes were made and nothing out of the ordinary happened during the celebration. However, the host of the event and several of the guests did not look cheerful, nor did they seem eager to participate, only making short conversations and quietly slipping away from the party.

The host, Riddle Rosehearts, the so-called “Red Tyrant”, could not stop thinking about the past day’s events. Even when his mother angrily whispered at him to pay attention, the boy gave a short greeting and went back to thinking.

He remembers waking up amidst the debris of nature, hundreds of leaves, branches, and rocks decorated the ground, as well as huge cracks. Someone shouts his name. He groans, confused and in pain, as he feels as if someone is trying to break his back in two. His head spins, his vision is blurry, and he hears the screams of several people in the distance. His body felt so weak; he could barely lift his head up to look… That's when he notices the figure lying face down just a few feet in front of him.

He recognized the hair color and the different uniform. His heart began to pound even faster when he saw that they didn't move a single muscle.

He felt Cater and Trey's hands gently grasp his arms and began helping the red-haired stand up, but the young man never took his eyes off the figure. He watched as Yuuken ran up to them and place a hand against their pulse, but he couldn't hear what he shouted. To the sides of his vision appear Ace, Deuce, and Epel, who also run towards the figure.

Riddle tries to ask what happened and if they are okay, if they are still alive. But he can't get the words out of his mouth, as if his voice had disappeared.

Panic begins to set in at the bottom of his stomach when Rook gently lifts (Y/N)'s head. Their eyes are closed, but underneath their eyelids are several streaks of blood that seem to represent tears. Their veins are also much more prominent and even appear to be a darker color, they remind him of the cracked skin of a porcelain doll face. They sport a number of scars and bruises, some still bleeding profusely. They also seem to be much paler.

He doesn't know what overcame him, but he suddenly has the desperate need to hold them. To satiate his thoughts that they were still alive. Mustering all his strength, he shakes off his two friends and runs toward (Y/N), hearing behind him the two men shout his name in shock and tell him to stop running. But he doesn’t listen. Riddle collapses in front of them but manages to grab their shoulders and hugs their body closer to his. Tears well up in his eyes as he feels their weak yet warm breath tickle the side of their neck.

Great Seven, they were still okay. You aren't dead.

"Riddle, sir!" he shears the voice of Deuce, who places a hand on his left shoulder. "Ah! Dude, don't do that, you're just gonna hurt yourself and (Y/N) more!”, Ace exclaims in complete surprise. But Riddle ignores their comments and looks directly at Yuuken. He can barely get a word out, but between sobs and trembling, the young lord murmurs if they are all right. His heart beats a mile a minute and he feels the pain in his head grow even stronger, he’s silently begging that you'll recover from this.

Yuuken nods fervently. "They are fine, this is just an effect of their magic. We just need to get them to a hospital. Don't worry, Riddle,” the red-haired slowly and gently lets go of (Y/N)’s body and allows himself to be carried by Trey.

From there, the young lord only recalls certain bits and pieces of that day. The sounds of soldiers running up and down the corridor outside his room, Prince Malleus arriving until nightfall and fixing the mess in the garden, the silence after (Y/N) and other guild members were taken to the hospital, Epel dressing his wounds, Ace bringing him food, Deuce healing some of his wounds and Cater helping him change his clothes and bandages.

However, for the first time, after many days, Riddle felt that an invisible weight had suddenly disappeared. During those five days, he always felt that there was someone watching him, constantly making him say things that he never wanted to say, or forcing him to do things that he absolutely would've refused to do. He felt as if somebody controlled him like a puppet, barely having control of his own body and emotions.

But deep down, he knows that he’s felt like that since he was a child, his mother making almost every decision for him and never letting him think for himself or do things without having somebody constantly watching over his shoulder and criticizing every single move. He finally feels that he’s able to take control of his own emotions and actions.

"Thank you. (Y/N), for everything... and to the rest of my friends too", whispered Riddle to the empty room. He then closes his eyes and falls into a deep slumber.

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Ace walks alone through one of the many bustling streets of the Rose Kingdom. Behind him, the sky has turned orange and visiting hours will end once the sky turns dark and the stars come out. He quickens his steps.

He is wearing his headphones, which are blaring rock music. In his left hand, he holds a bouquet of colorful flowers wrapped in light brown tissue paper. He turns right and stops in front of a crosswalk, waiting for the traffic light to turn red so that the cars will stop.

His destination? Red King Hospital, where his new friend now lies unconscious.

When the cars stop, he starts walking across the street with a group of people who were waiting with him. He holds the flowers a little tighter, being careful not to break the stems, and watches out of the corner of his eye as they gently rise and fall together with his steps.

He spent almost half an hour attempting to buy the flowers. Since he is completely ignorant as to what each flower means, he just picked the colors he liked and if they had a nice shape. It also didn't help that he had to take pictures of each type of flower and wait for Deuce and Epel, who took their sweet time to text him back with their choice of flower.

He enters the large white building and his nose is immediately invaded by the smell of bleach and other cleaning products. The hospital is relatively quiet, with a couple of people sitting in the waiting room and a woman heading down the hallway towards the patient rooms.

Ace heads towards room 413 and unplugs his headphones from his cell phone, cutting off the music. He hears machines beeping in the background and quiet conversations come from other rooms. However, he stops a few rooms before when he recognizes two figures standing outside (Y/N)'s room. "Hey! What are you guys doing here? I thought you had other things to do" at the sound of Ace's voice, Epel and Deuce turn their heads to look at him. They wave at him and the ginger walks over to the two.

"My mother is feeling better from her cold, so I decided to come visit (Y/N). My grandmother said to give them this," Deuce holds up a small book that appears to be a collection of stories. "I managed to escape from Rook and ran into Deuce so we both came together," Ace recalls Hunt taking the apple boy with the intention of "meeting up with an old friend again."

"Oh, got it. Well, since we're here, let's go inside," but before Ace can grab the door handle, the blue-haired man stops him. "Wait, there's someone else in the room with (Y/N). They were awake when we got here but whatever they’re talking about seems to be important" Epel whispers and Ace watches them in confusion. However, curiosity gets the better of him and the three of them put their ears to the door.

Two voices are heard in the room, one from an unknown man and the other is the familiar voice of (Y/N). They seem to be coming to the end of the supposedly “important discussion”, which is probably about their work. "We thank you for your time again, (Y/N)!", a more cheerful voice interjects and the three hear a small chuckle coming from the commander.

"You're welcome. As I told you, the final details will have to be discussed with Yuuken," (Y/N) mentions in a hoarse and somewhat hushed voice. They cough, hearing someone gently pat their back. "W-We want to apologize for coming to discuss work stuff with you when you just woke up, (Y/N)-shii," mentions the other voice, only this one is deeper.

"No need to worry, Idia. I still thank you for coming to visit me. I thank you too, Ortho," the high-pitched voice lets out a small laugh. “It was good to see you again, (Y/N)! I hope that we can see you more often!”, the person named Ortho replies and each of them says their goodbyes.

Quickly, the three of them outside, remove their ears from the door and pretend not to have heard the whole conversation. The blue door opens softly and out of the room come out two boys with fiery blue hair. The taller one ducks his head and avoids the gaze of the other three, while the smaller one happily waves at them before catching up with the other one who hastily walked away.

With the two unknown men gone, Ace, Deuce, and Epel quietly take a peek into the room. (Y/N) sits upright on the bed, an IV tube is connected to their left-hand wrist and a dark blue letter sits on their lap. Ace notices that (Y/N) looks exhausted, their wounds already healed, leaving only behind some scars, and there are dark circles under their eyes. Seeming to notice some new presence, the commander turns their head and comes face to face with the three boys. They give them a small smile.

"H-Hello. It’s nice to see you three. You guys can come in," they say in a hushed voice before coughing once again. First to pass is Epel, who gives (Y/N) a short hug, followed by Deuce who greets them and gives them his gift. Ace is the last to come in, closing the door behind him and placing the flowers near the letter they had left on the table.

"How are you feeling?" asks Deuce. "I feel fine, just a little headache and those annoying coughs. How are you guys doing?" Ace drags a chair over and places it next to the bed, taking a seat and crossing his leg as he lets out a sigh. "We’re fine, only a few scars and bruises that is,” (Y/N) nods before grabbing a glass of water that was placed on a nearby table and taking a sip.

“I see… what about the rest?”, they ask in a hushed tone. “Trey and Cater are also fine. And Riddle, well… he actually seemed a bit lost during the celebration but he after that he looked happier and went back to his normal self,” Epel says and at the mention of the young lord's new change, the commander let out a small sigh, most likely out of relief.

Ace is reminded of the blank stare that Riddle carried throughout the entire celebration. He played the role of a host well and would put on his best expression with the nobles who approached him, but once he was left alone, he swears that Rosehearts looked utterly bored and completely lost.

“He recovered somewhat quickly, although the doctor recommended that he take it easier after the celebration, other than that, he seemed to be fine”, Deuce says and (Y/N) nods, their expression turning serious. “I see. I'm sure Yuuken has informed him that he must report to the guild at least once a month for a health check-up, right?”, Ace nods remembering him being present when the black-haired man gave Trey the instructions.

However, the ginger remembers what happened a few moments ago and curiosity once again takes a hold of him again. "Hey, who were those two that were here a while ago?" (Y/N) directs their gaze towards Ace. "Ah, they were the Shroud brothers. I can't tell you what we talked about because it's confidential," the commander lets out a somewhat quiet laugh, and Ace sulks at the answer.

"Ah, how unfair! If you told us about the beasts, why not about this?" Deuce nods along with ginger, seeming to agree with him. Still, (Y/N) doesn't say a word about the conversation. "It's business with the guild, specifically, between commander and captain of another organization," the commander says with a smile.

Everyone continues to talk about various topics, sharing laughs and anecdotes, until visiting hours are over. The three say goodbye to (Y/N) and each returns to their respective homes on their own. Well, Epel heads back to the hotel where he was staying.

On the way home, Ace thinks about the events that happened last week. It almost doesn't feel real, as if it was a product of his nightmares. The only thing he has to prove that it was real is some cuts and bruises that linger on his skin.

As Ace gets closer and closer to his home, his mind wanders to (Y/N). He remembers when the smoke cleared and the hideous monster disappeared, he saw in between the ruble two bodies. Riddle was the first one to start moving but he went into a panic when the commander did not move a single muscle.

He thought they were dead.

But as Yuuken quickly searched for their pulse and shouted that they were alive,  Ace felt incredibly relieved... happy that they were okay.

He wonders why he worries so much for a person he just met not even a week ago. He accompanied them to investigate an abandoned campsite, when he heard Avery scream he bolted towards where they were worried that something happened to them, he didn't mind fighting a monster with them...

"Why?" he wonders as he arrives at the front gate of his house. "Am I... Am I so desperate for... a friend?"

His thoughts get interrupted when his brother comes out of the house and greets him, ushering him inside to eat dinner.

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Sigurd, I wanted to tell you that I think I finally made some friends.

I met them during a mission.

I really like them, they’re very interesting and funny people.

I hope that one day you get to meet them.

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Translation:

Hodeskalle Knuseren (Norweigan): Skull Crusher.

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[cutelittleriot]

More incorrect quotes and fun facts about my isekaied as sanemi idea

Sanemi doesn't like alcohol due to well his dad and he just didn't care for it in his past life the only thing he drank was a long Island ice tea mixed with coke and even then they jsut prefer regular coke so they don't bother drinking but if someone were to sneak in some alcohol his tolerance is very low.

If he got drunk he would just be babbling things in English.

Tengen sometimes spikes his drink when the hashiras go out to eat

Sanemi always knows due to his sensitive af taste buds so sometimes he jsut acts drunk so he can act like a gen z person and not have to worry

He doesn't get along with shinjuro for obvious reasons but does get along with senjuro.

Though he did make senjuro cry on accident becuase of his scary face. He did apologize to senjuro and rengoku and rengoku understands as sanemi has told him that children are often scared of his face

Sanemi and muichiro have had staring contests surprisingly the win rate is 50 50 each becuase of nemis autistic stare

Sanemi when he was a kid sung cluster by slipknot to his siblings (in English of course) he didn't tell them what it meant.

He has also taught that song to senjuro he has no regrets. He also taught him cooking by the book feat Lil John remix again no regrets he is a hilarious menace

He wants a pet like really bad he wants either a dog or a lizard probably either a bearded dragon or a leopard gecko. He might get one when muzan is dead if he isn't dead by that time.

For a dig breed he would either want a pitbull a boxer or a Caucasian Shepard dog as they are big af and were used to hunt bears and are sometimes used as guard dogs in prisons in Russia. He wants something scary but loveable.

One time tengen fell down some stairs. The other hashira have never seen sanemi laugh so hard before that he was crying and wasn't making any noises as he laughed. Sanemi could only think of the video of Peter falling down the stairs when he saw that as tengen was swearing as he feel down.

Sanemi is debating growing out his hair he likes it short as it doesn't get in the way of fighting but he might grow it out when muzan is dead as he did have long hair in his past life. He might also get a mohawk like genyas cause he thinks they are cool.

In their past life genya was the sole reason they love Mohawks.

In their past life they had alot of sanemi and genya merchandise along with some zenitsu rengoku akaza merchandise jsut some plushies and mini figs nothing big.

They had a sanemi plush army.

If sanemi were to ever become a demon by some random ass chance he would terrorize muzan like absolute crazy with pictures of nsfw yorrichi x muzan

He would even warm him "Bro I'm trying to save you some trauma don't look into my head"

1 minute later

Muzan:*is on the floor crying*

Sanemi:I warned ya

Sanemi can sing the entire 150 pokerap easily

He writes down major events jsut in case he frogets.. he writes them down in English in case someone sees

MORE INCORRECT QUOTES

Shinobu: What do we say when making bread?

Uzui, glumly: That's the dough rising.

Shinobu: And what do we NOT say?

Sanemi, sadly: That's the yeast fucking.

Sanemi: I've met a lot of pricks in my time, but you, muzan, are a fucking cactus.

Obanai: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Sansmi: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Obanai: ...

Obanai: You mean ring bearER, right?

Sanemi: ...

Obanai: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

Rengoku: You have an impressive pain tolerance.

Sanemi: Thanks, it's the trauma.

Giyuu: I feel like I can be myself around you.

Sanemi: You’re weird and quiet around me.

Giyuu: Yes.

Sanemi: You're ugly.

Giyuu: Tone indicator?

Sanemi: Oh I'm sorry! You're ugly. /srs

Giyuu: I’m Giyuu. I’m an accountant.

Sanemi: I’m Sanemi. I have a knife.

Giyuu: Sanemi, what are you doing?

Sanemi: *shaking a cat shaped piggy bank* I’m just trying to figure out how much change I have inside.

Obanai: You could always take it out and count it.

Sanemi: Where’s the fun in that?

Tanjiro: Help, someone at prom has been killed!

Sanemi: Calm down, we don't need you to Panic! At the Disco.

Sanemi: *shoves their hand in the slot of a toaster*

Obanai: …

Sanemi: …I get confused sometimes.

Obanai: Me too.

Sanemi: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Genya: You and me!

Sanemj: *tearing up* Ok.

Sanemi: I’m a reverse necromancer.

Rengoku: Isn’t that just killing people?

Sanemi: Ah, technically.

Sanemi: I have an idea.

Uzui: A good idea?

Sanemi: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Sanemi, grinning: I have a knife!

Obanai: Put it down, Sanemi.

Sanemi: Make me! *sprints away*

Inosuke: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules.

Sanemi: What?

Inosuke: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

Zenitsu: What happened to your nose?

Sanemi: I used it to break some guy's fist.

Sanemi: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

Sanemi: I don’t know the first thing about clothes. Pretty much all I can do is look at something and tell you if it’s clothes or not. This chair? Not clothes.

Sanemi, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

Sanemi taught him this one

Genya: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun.

Genya: That's why I own TEN guns.

Genya: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder.

Sanemi: I have yet to encounter a problem where a sword didn't factor into the solution at least in some way.

Sanemi: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

Sanemi: Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific. It was because shut up. Shut up is why.

Sanemi, opening a Capri Sun becuase they hate alcohol: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.

Sanemi: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces.

Sanemi: *waves their finger and sings like they're in a Disney Channel intro*

Sanemi:the only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable.....and assault with a deadly weapon

Sanemi: Here's two facts about me.

Sanemi: 1. I hate hot people.

Sanemi: 2. I'm a hypocrite.

Sanemi: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.

Sanemi: A fistfight CAN be romantic.

Sanemi: Hello friends!

The hashira:

Sanemi: You might be wondering why I’m taped to the ceiling

Sanemi: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups*

Shinobu, muichiro, gyomei: *spinning a little and talking*

Sanemi,uzui,and rengoku: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Mitsuri: What's worse than a heartbreak?

Uzui: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging.

Obanai: Waking up in the morning.

Sanemi: Waking up.

Shinobu: Waking up in the morning...

Shinobu: And seeing giyuu

Giyuu: Hey! Rude!!

Uzui: Throw lamps at people who need to lighten up, and throw handles at someone who needs to get a grip!

Muichiro: Throw a refrigerator at someone who needs to chill!

Obanai: Throw scissors at someone who needs to cut it out!

Shinobu: Throw a clock at someone who needs to get with the times!

Rengoku: Throw matches at someone who needs to get fired up!

Sanemi: Throw a brick at someone to kill them.

Uzui: A mouse!

Shinobu, pulling out a knife: Go back to where you came from or I'll stab you.

Rengoku, pulling out a frying pan: It'll make a nice meal!

Mitsuri, giving the mouse cheese: You deserve a treat, little guy.

Muichiro, gasping: It's Ratatouille!

Sanemi: His name is Remi, dummy.

Uzui: ...I was going to say to just trap it and throw it out the window... what is wrong with you people.

Sanemi: I CAN'T DO IT!

Rengoku, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER!

Sanemi: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE

Gebya: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US.

Sanemi:

Sanemi: I appreciate it,

Sanemi: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH-

Rengoku: sanemi

Sanemj: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!

Obanai: Sanemi we gotta-

Sanemi: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.

Sanemi: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?'

Sanemi, motioning to kokushibo: NOT FUCKING THIS!

Muichiro: Look guys, I need help.

Mitsuri: Love help?

Rengoku: Financial help?

Gyomei: Emotional help?

Sanemi: Help moving a body?

*Everybody looks at sanemi*

Sanemi: What?

Ok so that's all for now and here is what I'm gonna do

I will allow a QnA yall post your questions I will wait a while and then I will post answers if there will be spoilers I will just say sorry spoilers

I will be taking questions from ao3 quotev and wattpad as that's where I post my stories

And I might start working on this story soon as soon as I'm done with another oneshot. It involves kaigaku and a demon queen oc I am writing it jsut for my own personal pleasure and no it's not nsfw or smut .

[luvreyn]

WEDDING

DAY 7: Wedding + “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.” PROMPT

Everyone knows that Inoichi has never approved of his beloved daughter's boyfriends. After all, for him, none of them are worthy of his daughter. However, he never did anything to actively stop those relationships from forming.

Who is he to stop his daughter from loving someone? But if they ever break her heart, the Uchiha's Tsukuyomi torture would be nothing but a fever dream. Thankfully, no one was foolish enough to make her cry or break her heart. 

Which brings everyone to their current predicament of being in an awkward situation. Inoichi eyes the groom's outstretched hand darkly. He didn't place his daughter's hand on it. Somehow, they kind of expected it.

When Sasuke voiced his desire to marry Ino, Naruto cheered him on with all his heart but cautioned him that the Yamanaka patriach may not take that lightly. When Ino said yes to Sasuke's proposal 6 months ago, TenTen, Hinata, Temari, and Sakura expressed their glee and happiness for the couple but thought that Inoichi would probably raise hell for a variety of reasons.

One, someone is officially taking his daughter away.

Two, said someone is Sasuke Uchiha. International criminal and former Akatsuki member. Despite the fact that he has been absolved of his crimes and his relationships have been restored, Inoichi will never forget how the last of the Uchiha made his daughter cry and broke her heart.

Their concerns were laughed at by Ino, who said that if it came down to that, then she and Sasuke would just elope.

Sakura rolls her eyes because she knows her best friend would never do that.

To their surprise, the wedding was happening, and Inoichi agreed to walk his daughter down the aisle to Sasuke.

Sasuke is nervous. He doesn't show it, but he really is, especially now that Inoichi is looking into his eyes and trying to find answers. So he answers with his unspoken words: Yes, I will take care of her until my last breath. I will make her so happy that the only tears you'll see are tears of joy. I will always love and choose her in every waking moment.

Ino nervously giggled and sort of whined, "Dad?"

Everyone held their breath when Inoichi stood straighter. Ino nudges him silently and pleadingly.

He laughs, placing his daughter's hand on Sasuke's outstretched hand. “I'll be counting on you then, son.”

His words brought tears to the Yamanaka matriarch and Ino, who never thought he'd accept Sasuke as his son-in-law.

Even Sasuke was taken aback. It was no secret to him that Inoichi was waiting for him to screw up in the worst way possible so he would have a reason to interfere in their relationship. Sasuke made Ino cry a lot back then, after all, so hearing Inoichi call him "son" made him happy.

"Yes, father." He intertwines their fingers together. "You can count on me."

Ino nudged his side silently, and he smiled at her so warmly that everyone knew just how happy the blonde made him. When Inoichi saw his daughter smile, he knew he made the right decision to trust the last Uchiha.

Sasuke leans on her. "Have I ever told you that you're the best thing that ever happened to me?"

"No." Ino smiled playfully. "But you could mention that more."

"I will." He gives her hand a squeeze.

They turned to Naruto, who was officiating the wedding, ready to start their life as a married couple.

@sasuino-week​

[ask-butterscotch-and-friends]

The Rest of Our Lives, Part 7

TW: Verbal Abuse, TW: Child Abuse

In the early hours of the morning on March 31st, Finn remained restless. As Butterscotch sleeps, Finn sits up and gets out of bed. He throws his robe on, and grabs his phone before making his way from their shared bedroom to his backyard.

He had found his mother’s phone number online, and had it saved in his phone for if he decided to make that dreaded phone call. This was the only way he was going to find out the truth. All he needed to do was make the call, and ask his mother if the rumor was true. If it wasn’t, he could put it to rest and focus on his wedding, which was coming soon. If it was, he could ask who his real father is, and potentially contact him.

Finn takes a deep breath…before pushing the “call” button. His heart begins to race as he hears the ringing tone. Then it drops slightly when he hears the familiar voice for the first time in 97 years.

“You have reached Margaret Reed. I am unable to come to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, I might call you back. Thank you.” The voice says.

Once that message tone went off, Finn gulps before speaking.

“Hello…mother. This is Fi-...Phineas…your son. I know it’s been a long time since we’ve talked, and…you’d probably prefer it that way. But I got a really disturbing phone call from Mary recently, and there’s something I really want to ask you. But I…I understand if you’d rather not speak. Um…bye…” Finn hangs up, before looking out at the night sky. It was unsurprising that Margaret didn’t answer the phone. Not only was it rather late at night, but not many people these days answered the phone for numbers they didn’t recognize. Plus, Margaret was always a busy woman…she probably got dozens of voice mails a day.

At this point, all Finn could really do was wait and see if Margaret would call back. It was possible she never would, in which case, Finn could at least say that he tried. He sighs softly, before turning back to the back entrance of his cottage-

His phone starts ringing. He blinks, before looking at it…his heart skips several beats in fear when he sees her name. She was calling him back already!?

He answered the phone swiftly. “H-Hello?”

“Phineas, darling! It has been so long since we’ve spoken! 97 years after you abandon your family, and you finally think to give your dear mother a call?” Her French accent is thicker than Finn’s, but unlike Finn whose voice was as sweet as honey, her voice was shrill, and struck fear in his heart.

“I…apologize for losing touch.” Finn says softly.

“No matter…we actually all forgot you even existed for quite some time! Honestly, we’d love to get back to that…so let’s get this call over with, yes? What is it you wanted to ask me? It’d better be important if you’re calling me this late at night for it…”

Finn hugs himself, before taking a deep breath.

“Mother…Mary gave me a call recently and told me about this rumor that’s been going around since I was born. I simply wanted to ask if the rumor was true…and then I’ll get out of your hair, and you can go back to pretending I don’t exist…”

“Well? Out with it, then.” Margaret demands.

“Mother? Did you…have sex with another man while you were with dad? And follow up…is that man my biological father?” Finn asks.

It’s quiet for a moment…then Margaret laughs.

“God, it took her calling you for you to finally figure that one out, huh? You really are stupid. Please…anyone with two eyes could tell William is not your father! Why do you think he was so dismissive of you? Well, other than the fact that you’ve always been the biggest failure in our family.” Margaret laughs, her voice is careless and cruel.

Finn isn’t even focussed on the insult. His heart stops completely, and he feels like he’s in a dark void. It was true!? This entire time, he was a product of an affair, and no one told him until NOW!? And why now!? Why after all these years is anyone from his family finally telling him this!? Was it simply because they saw that he was getting married, and they wanted to ruin this happy occasion by pushing him down? He couldn’t put that past any of his relatives…

“Now. Was that all? Or did you have more stupid questions?” Margaret asks.

“Uh! Yes…uh…is there any way you can tell me his name? Y’know, the…affair partner. I’d like to see if I can contact him in any way. If you can give me his name, that’d be nice…and we’ll never have to talk again.” Finn says softly.

“Now just a minute, son. If you honestly think I’m going to give you information like that so easily over the phone, you’re quite mistaken.” Margaret huffs. “It’s quite a long story, and I think you should know the full thing. Here’s the deal…you come back to the mansion in Mississippi. We’ll have dinner, catch up a little bit. Then, I’ll tell you everything you want to know…”

“Mother, I don’t want the story. I just want the man’s name…please.”

“Then I’m afraid I cannot help you…you either come here, or you’ll live the rest of your life never knowing who your real father is. Whatever you decide, I won’t lose sleep over it. But I know you will, unless you do as I say. Honestly, if you’re so afraid of facing me in person, then maybe you don’t deserve to know the truth. It’s your decision…but I’m not going to give you his name over the phone. Simple as that.”

Finn is trembling. His choices were to either live the rest of his life knowing that his real father is out there and he doesn’t know who or where he is…or face the woman who put him through so much Hell, that he couldn’t even breathe when he thought of her.

Butterscotch joins Finn outside, having woken up and noticed his absence in bed. When he sees Finn on his phone once again while shaking, he immediately knows that he is talking to his mother. The demon makes his presence known by placing a gentle and warm hand on Finn’s shoulder. Finn looks up at Butterscotch…before speaking again.

“Mother? Is it alright if I talk about this with my fiance? It’ll only take a moment…”

“Very well.” Margaret sighs.

Finn mutes the mic on the phone before lowering it, looking at Butterscotch with fear in his eyes. “Elliott…”

“Finn, honey, what’s wrong?” Butterscotch asks softly.

“The rumor is true…William is not my father…my real father is out there somewhere. But mother will not tell me his name over the phone…she says that if I want his name, I have to go to Mississippi and talk to her in person.”

Butterscotch blinks for a moment…before taking a deep breath and giving Finn a stern look.

“No.”

“Elliott, it’s either that, or I live the rest of my life never knowing who he is!”

“I can’t let you put yourself in close proximity with the woman who abused you. Put you through hell since birth, called you names, beat you, tried to force you to marry someone you hated. I can’t stand by and let that woman hurt you again!” Butterscotch huffs. “I’m sorry, but I’m putting my hoof down. That heartless wench can either tell you his name over the phone, or die in a blazing hellfire! We can find your real pa without a name if we have to!”

“Elliott…you know that’s not as easy as it sounds.” Finn says softly.

“I’m literally a demon that can track people through scent! I will sniff all over the world if I have to just to find a match! Don’t think I won’t.”

“Elliott.” Finn gives Butterscotch a serious look.

“...You’re right, that’d be stupid and time consuming.” Butterscotch sighs. “But is there really no way to convince her to give you his name over the phone?”

“Once my mother has her mind made up, it’s hard to get her to change it. It’s not comfortable…but going to Mississippi is the only way she’ll tell me anything.” Finn says, defeat in his soft voice.

Butterscotch thinks about it for a second, before sighing softly.

“Okay. We can go to Mississippi.” “...We?” Finn looks up at Butterscotch, his emerald eyes twinkling.

“You didn’t think I was gonna let you deal with that bitch alone, did you? No…we’re getting through this together. I’ll always be by your side, baby…plus, I need to be there to protect you if she tries to put hands on you or something crazy. So I’ll come to Mississippi with you. I’ll buy plane tickets and we’ll be on the quickest flight there. We’ll get answers, and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you get closure. You’re not doing this alone…”

Finn smiles softly. “Thank you, Elliott…that means a lot…”

The couple embraces. Once separated, Finn sighs before unmuting the phone’s mic and getting back on the phone.

“Alright…I’ll come to Mississippi. But you better keep your promise.” Finn says.

“You have my word! I’ll tell you everything you need to know, Phineas…how soon will you be here?” “As soon as possible…” Finn responds.

“Wonderful! See you then…”

Finn hangs up. Butterscotch places a hand on Finn’s shoulder.

“Now…we should get back to bed. It seems like we’ve got a big day ahead of us…”

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[mountttmase]

Ok, hiyaaaa🩷

As I told you that's AMTC y/n and Mason in my head🥹

‘Just in there you two, we’ll get everyone out and we can start on the pictures’ Alison told you, pointing to a room off to the side ‘you two okay? You did amazing’OHHHH PICSSS🤭

The one you’d just got married in. I'M ON MY PERIOD AND I'M EMOTIONALLY INSTABLE

As soon as the door shut, your eyes flickered over to Mason. Standing an arms length away from you and you took the time to really look at him properly for the first time all day. Your nerves not letting you appreciate him fully when you were saying your vows as you didn’t want to mess up but now the hard part was over you just wanted to look at your man. HE IS OFFICIALLY AND FOREVER HER MAN, I'M PROUD 🥹

‘C’mere’ he murmured, pulling you into his chest so he could hold you to him and you melted into his embrace as you felt his chest rumble underneath you. ‘I can’t believe we actually did it’ IT'S THE C'MERE FOR ME

‘Nah we’ve got the rest of the day to go yet, need to show off my beautiful wife to everyone’ he teased, and you giggled at his words. ‘I can’t believe I’ve got a wife’ YES YOU HAVEEEE🤭

‘I can’t believe I’ve got a husband. I feel like we sound super old now’ you told him, watching his eyes crinkle as he looked at you lovingly. OH MY BABIES

‘We’re just getting started’ he winked, pulling back so he could look you up and down and you felt your cheeks flush under his loving stare. ‘You look so so beautiful baby. Honestly, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I’m not just saying that because I have to now’ he joked, causing you to roll your eyes as he pulled you back to him but the butterflies were still swarming making you feel a little shy. Mason looked so handsome and the bright smile on his face only made you fall for him even more but you let him wrap his arms around your waist and you rested yours on his chest. ‘I’m serious, you look like a princess’’ SHE IS A PRINCESS 🥹🥹

‘It’s perfect. You're perfect’ he whispered, eyes filling with tears just as they had when he’d first caught sight of you in it earlier and you could tell he was clearly a little overwhelmed by everything that had just happened so you reached up to cup his cheeks in order to calm him a little. Resting your foreheads on each others for comfort as he took a relaxing breath out. HE CAN'T STOP COMPLIMENTING HER🥹

‘Bricking it’ he laughed, rubbing his nose against yours gently. ‘I still am a little bit I think. There’s so much more to do today and I know I've still got Dec’s speech to go. But I knew as soon as I saw you walking up that aisle to me that everything would be okay’ he told you. Kissing your cheek softly as you smiled even wider. ‘It’s never happened to me before but it’s like time stopped and there was only me and you in there’ WHY IS HE SOOOOOOO SWEEEETTTTT???? I'M MELTED

‘I was the same. I was shaking so much as we were walking down here before but as soon as I saw you I felt so calm. Like I knew everything would be okay’ SHE WAS WALKING WITH HER DAD AND TONY, I KNOW THAT🤭😌

‘I was the same. I was shaking so much as we were walking down here before but as soon as I saw you I felt so calm. Like I knew everything would be okay’ EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OK FOR EVER

‘I know I’m gonna annoy you cause I’ll keep saying this all day, but I really can’t get over the fact I’ve got a wife now’ BABY BOY

‘No, it was always gonna be you’ he told you sincerely, feeling your bottom lip wobble at his words. You were so hopelessly in love with this boy and you seemed to be falling harder for him with every second. ‘I missed you last night too. Took me ages to get to sleep’ I'M HONESTLY COMPLETELY MELTED

‘Well we can have an early night tonight’OH SILLY GIRL

‘Oh bog off, I’ve got plans for us’ he winked and you knew exactly what he meant by that. All Mason seemed to talk about lately was the wedding night and how good he was going to make you feel making your tummy fizzed with excitement wondering what might be in store for you later. NAUGHTYYYY BOYYYY

‘Better make sure we make it count then huh?’ He teased. Pulling you into his chest a bit more as you wrapped your arms around his neck again as he slowly swayed you from side to side. The both of you silent as you tried to soak in the moment and calm each other down but it was interrupted but a knock on the door and Alison appearing again. I JUST LOVE THEM WITH MY WHOLE HEART

OK, I KNOW YOU DIDN'T MEAN THAT LIKE SOMETHING RELATED TO AMTC BUT IN MY HEAD IT IS

SO, HOW FAR HAVE OUR BABIES COME??? THEY ARE MARRIED NOW

AND SHE DIDN'T WANT A BOYFRIEND

SHE HAD A BEST FRIEND, A BOYFRIEND, A FIANCÉ AND NOW SHE HAS HER HUSBAND, AND IT WAS ALL IN ONE PERSON.

I THINK FREY IS PROUDLY LOOKING AT THEM😌🥹

AND WOODY IS PLANNING HIS WAY TO ASK HER TO MARRY HIM 😂

THANK YOU LOZ, YOU JUST MADE MY DAY WITH THAT

YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND THE WAY YOU WRITE EMOTIONS, CAUSE I CAN FEEL EVERYTHING YOU WRITE

YOU PUT SOOOO MUCH LOVE IN THIS LITTLE FIC🥹

THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR SHARING THAT🩷 LOVE YOUUUU🩷🌺

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THINKING ABOUT THIS AS MTC MASE AND Y/N

It’s made me like this fic even more now 🤭🥺

[eloxino]

I am hungover two days running and I am starting to wonder if my bad relationship with alcohol is actually a bad relationship with loneliness and I am just drinking more to stay around people because when I don’t want to be around people, the want to drink isn’t still there. It used to be but I feel like I’ve really changed in that sense.

Somebody I was with suggested going for a coffee so we can hang out sober because they want to be an actual friend rather than somebody just to drink with. That was nice actually. Another friend of a friend invited me to his wedding because he said I’m his friend now too. I bumped into an old friend working at the pub and felt shy to say much to them at first but I ended up having a great laugh with them. I wish I wasn’t so shy it’s crippling, I am constantly relying on the other to give me some reassurance that I’m not consuming their space around them like some disease and they’re actually comfortable interacting with me. I hate that about myself. I can’t figure out if I do or don’t remember always being like this but I am sure it didn’t used to be as bad as it has been this last year or two.

I’m definitely seeking platonic connections more than ever, probably to replace the fullness loving someone gave me but I am finding the fulfilment of friends is really what I need recently and these small interactions help. Maybe if I continue putting my efforts into building better friendships with people then I’ll be a fuller person for when I meet the right person. Idk, I wouldn’t be so lonely at least.

Hopefully in that time my knee can recover so I can properly exercise and stop looking like such a fat slob so I can actually meet somebody without feeling like a disappointment. Although gaining weight actually has helped me differentiate which friends were total arseholes from the beginning. I lost 5 year friendships just because of that. I don’t think they ever really liked me in the first place when they realised I wasn’t the stick thin straight girly girl they initially thought I was. They threw each other parties for any occasion but when I got a brain injury from being beaten so hard by men and when I gained weight because I couldn’t walk without fainting for two years and when my dad died and I had to keep cancelling plans to stay with my suicidal Mum I didn’t get so much as a message of support. In fact I think they just thought I was a dickhead for not being able to go to their shit murder mystery nights or for cocktails. Fuck those girls. I don’t even fucking like cocktails that much, I like fucking wine.

That sounds like I have such a victim mentality but I don’t have one. I know that at least.

Being hungover is making me think about my ex but I need to let that pass. It’s making me think about a lot but I am wondering if I’ve just woke up drunk. I do miss having a girlfriend on the days I was hungover and had ‘hangover syndrome’ as she said the Russians called it. I miss having a Russian girlfriend actually. I miss the crab salad. I miss hearing her constantly sounding angry speaking Russian to her Mum when they were actually just having a gentle conversation. I miss her calling me and watching Shrek in sync with me on the phone just to make sure I don’t crumble into some hungover panic attack. I do miss her so much. But all of the nice moments feel so fabricated now that I look back on them. I wish she didn’t lie to me so much. I wish I hated her. I’m pretty certain she doesn’t think about me much. I never thought we’d turn into the type of couple who end up blocking each other. I wish she’d just be my friend even though she was a shitty one.

Today might be a day where I hope the night draws quickly so we can move on to the next morning but I need to visit my Mum today and put on a smile for her.

[boba-beom]

I am so happy to know that you feel better!! I will always be there to reassure you that’s what I’m here for <33

Okay but you’re wayyyy cuter!!! Oh wow that must be so exciting for you! I know you won’t be as active but I will miss you. I hope you enjoy your time with your family.

Ice cream is good! I actually have never tried that flavor.

I found it through Hulu so that’s why I’m watching it in there. Otherwise I always use a anime website. Do you have a favorite anime?

I Will say this I love the main male lead he’s such a good actor. I am so happy to see him take on a main role.

Kevin is such a sweetheart. Being a dad at an earlier age than his brothers must’ve changed that for him. But he just radiates such sad energy (not a bad thing tho). WHEN I SAW HIS FIT!!! I was like excuse me why are you looking so good for? Yeonjun definitely has those vibes to him. That’s our It boy for yah.

That’s fair I definitely get that! OMGG I HAVE NOT SEEN STARSTRUCK in so long. I should go back and watch it! My favorite Disney throw back and this one is a big clue so watch out.. but High School Musical. When I tell you I WAS AND STILL AM OBSESSED!!!!

I grew up a Disney kid so I have more but I’ll stick with my all time favorite.

Fun fact when I get married I want to play “can I have this dance” during the slow dance segment of the wedding.

What’s your favorite Disney Tv show?

Until next time

Love anon 🧡

thank you so much again <3 I think you should try phish food if you're a fan of rocky road ice cream, just in this case there's no raisins (just bc I know the rocky road ice cream in philippines sometimes has raisins 😭)

I think my favourite has got to be demon slayer, funny story actually.. I started watching it after I matched with a cute guy on tinder and he recommended it so I watched it so I could talk to him about it and by the time I was up to date he wasn't on tinder anymore and I never asked for his socials,, anyway lmao. I also love romantic killer I find it witty and ngl I've grown attached to the characters already hehe 10/10 would recommend!

PLS the typo had my head turning, but yes I always really saw kevin more of the dad type among the jonas brothers which makes sense bc he's the oldest. I'm going through a heavy rotation of going through each txt member T^T

YES GO BACK AND WATCH IT ‼️ it's so fun to reminisce and try to see how much you remember the songs :> I did love wizards of waverly place but the laughs in the background was starting to get to me when I rewatched it 😭

I wanna marathon and rewatch all the hsm movies I love them so much,, OMG YOU AND I ARE SO SIMILAR!!! I loved can I have this dance so much :') that song made me feel all sorts, I would love to dance in the rain with a s/o in the rain as well :((

my favourite disney show... hmm suite life on deck was always a favourite so I'll say that one, but in terms of movies, definitely starstruck!

what music do you listen to anonie? kpop / non-kpop idm!! I'm intrigued <3 until next time <3

[starsscribble]

Stick Shift

Summary: Rick thinks he freeing Y/n. Y/n thinks she's the problem.

Tags: Angst, No comfort, Age Difference, Reader is 25 Rick is in in 40.

A/n: This was when I was on my Walking Dead kick. Finally got it edited.

But today I drove through the suburbs

Crying 'cause you weren't around

  You pulled into the post-apocalyptic suburbs; in a separate car than what Glenn and you left in. Your earlier pride of find and driving said care was gone. Now in it place was a numb type of sadness. It was stupid. You know that. Getting worked up over the fact you were driving a stick shift. All on your own. But Rick. Your boyfriend; ex-boyfriend now. He had been the one to teach you how to drive a stick shift. Before Virginia. When the group was still in the prison. When you were both still happy.

  “Come on,” his southern drawl was clear as day. You let out a puff of air. Head pushing against the headrest. “This was your idea. You gotta confess something.” You started to hate that you suggested this game, but the drive was so damn long. You didn’t have the radio to help distract you. No, it was just you, Rick, and a long stretch of Georgia backroad. The former sheriff’s right hand shifted off the steering wheel. Moving carefully as not to catch your attention. You were still racking your brain for a secret to tell. Then a yelp left your mouth. You jumped in your seat making the older man laugh. Hand retreated to the wheel.

“That’s what you get for taking so long pumpkin.” He grinned; eyes shifted from the road onto you. A hint of playfulness in those ocean blue eyes. 

“I was thinking of something!” You shot back making him chuckle before looking back to the road. 

“There’s gotta be something you have never told anyone.”

“Well,” you hummed. Readjusting in your seat. “I don’t know if this would count because I’ve never told this to anyone in the group.”

“I’ll count it.” He glances at you quickly, still smiling. Which makes you smile.

“Alright. I don’t know how to drive a stick shift.” You feel the jerk was the car spot. Rick looked at you as if you just told him the undead are all gone. Eye full of disbelief. 

“You’re joking.” He speaks after a beat and you shake your head. Nope, you couldn’t drive a stick to save your life. And with how the world was it just might. Rick took off his seatbelt as you questioned just what he was doing. “I’m gonna teach you how to drive stick. You might need it.”

“We are on a run.”

“Yep and this is the perfect time. Now get into the driver’s seat.”

  Slowly you parked next to Glenn. Killing the engine you got out as Glenn moved over to your vehicle. He smiled at you. Today was a good day. Got more food, medicine, and another car. The possibilities for cars were endless. Used for parts. Set up at protection. Used as traps. Daryl Dixon the town resident mechanic would have a field day with this car.

“I’m gonna check in with Rick,” Glenn says. You see him playing with his wedding band. Maggie’s baby bump had started to show and Glenn didn’t like being away for too long. Patting his shoulder you speak.

“Go see Maggie and your baby.” You slammed the driver’s side door shut. The dark-haired man stares at you. Willing to argue with you on this.

“Really it’s-” You raised your hand stopping him.

“If you don’t go check up on Maggie. I will and I’ll tell her how you screamed like a girl.” His eyes widen at the threat. 

“I didn’t know a group of bats would be in there!” He defended himself only making you grin at him. You both head away from the parking area. Back towards the stretch of cookie-cutter homes. You nudge his shoulder with yours.

“First it’s a colony of bats. Second, not only was the scream funny, so was your face.” You teased him. Glenn shoved your shoulder playfully. Before mumbling that he was going to check in with his wife. Leaving you with the task of checking in with the community’s newly appointed leader Rick. 

  Jogging onto his porch you knocked on the door. Eyes looking everywhere but the door until it opened. Sadly it wasn’t the male you were looking for. Carl greeted you with a soft smile. The bandages that once covered his right eye socket had been replaced with a custom-made eyepatch.

“Ahoy captain.” You tease the teenager who rolled his remaining eye. “Your dad here? Just checking in since Glenn and I got back.”

“Nope. Haven’t seen him since this morning.” Carl tells you, making you nodded. “When I see him…” He trails off because he knows you will just hunt his dad down. “I don’t know where he is.” He's lying. You know it. He knows that you know. But you just nod and quickly thank him. Tell him to kiss his sister for you before turning off the porch.

  And you're probably with that blonde girl

Who always made me doubt

She's so much older than me

She's everything I'm insecure about

  You know where Rick Grimes is. Feet carrying you down the still blood-stained street. Streets that just weeks ago were covered with the undead. You wave kindly to the people passing by. It is a mix of your group, older residents, and new people. You still feel out of place. Maybe you always will. Maybe you won't. You wonder quietly to yourself. A nice distraction. Because if you thought about where you were going. Where you had to go. You might just break. So you let your mind wander. Let your feet carry you to the destination. Everything seemed to be on autopilot. Until your using the knocker of the baby blue house. Her house.

“We should end this,” Rick says matter-of-factly. You stopped brushing your hair to look at him. He’s not facing you. Back facing you as he pulled his jeans on. 

“What?” Maybe you misheard him. Maybe it was your ear playing a trick on you. Because Rick couldn’t be breaking up with you right now.

“We should break up.” He rephrases. The words take the air from your lungs. Your mouth opened to say words that your mind can’t even come up with. The silence in the room grew by the seconds. It finally became too much for the man as he turned to face you. Jeans zipped up but not buttoned. Belt lay next to his shirt on the bed but his eyes fell on you instead. 

“Say something.” He requested of you softly. That same soft voice that he used when he said he loved you. Tears that formed in your eyes finally fell as you blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. Before you looked him in the eyes.

“Is it me? Did I do something wrong?” Getting shot was nothing compared to your question to him. Because he knew you honestly thought you did something wrong. You always doubted yourself. But you were perfect. So goddamn perfect. And amazing. And young. 

“No sweetheart. It’s just…” He stops himself from going over to embrace you. Tell you to forget about it. Because this has to happen. You're 24. His 39. Even if the group. His and your family were ok with it. He heard the whispers around town. The other weren’t as supportive. 

“I think we should end this. We had an amazing run. And you're young. You’re gonna find someone else that will love you more than I ever could.” He breaks his own heart with his words. Because he doesn’t want you to find someone else. He wants to be with you until the end. When and where ever the end was. But you deserve better. You deserve someone around your age. Not an old man with two children like him. 

“I…” you stare at him. Cheeks strained with tears he caused. “I don’t want someone else.” You grab the comforter. It gets balled up as you tighten your grip on the fabric. Your mind running over everything you had done in the last weeks to get to the point. You had snapped at him a few days back because of Jessie Anderson. The blonde woman in her thirties that lived up the street. You didn’t hear what they were talking but her body language told you everything. She was flirting with Rick. And either he didn’t notice or didn’t care. Doubt played in your mind the whole day after seeing the interaction. Because Jessie was around Rick’s age. And you weren’t. You didn’t really have any life experience before the world ended. So it made sense if Rick preferred a woman his own age. As opposed to you, a 24-year-old kid in his eyes.

“I can get you a brownstone to stay in.” He said. Brushing off your comment. Which broke your heart even more.

  The door opened showing the blonde that lived there. A smile and questioning look on her face. 

“Is Rick here?” You asked, watching as she turned her head and yelling the man’s name into the home. He comes out from the kitchen; questioning who it was. The question dying in his throat when he saw it was you. Jessie excused herself leaving you and Rick alone. The former sheriff stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he gives you a tight-lipped smile. Which you return.

“Just came to tell you Glenn and I are back.”

“Right,” he nods. “You guys went on a run. Get anything good?” You nodded before listing off some of the supplies you got. Including the stick shift car. You heard him chuckle. Looking into his eyes you saw that same playfulness as the day he first forced you to drive a stick. 

“You didn’t flood the engine this time right?” He teased and you scoffed, punching him in the shoulder. 

“I was amazing.” You boasted. The older man stared at you and you swear you heard a quiet. ‘Ya, you are.’ 

“You don’t mind if I asked Glenn?” You roll your eyes but smile.

“Go ahead. He's gonna tell you the same thing.” He nodded. Hand going on his hips. You watch as he licks his lips. Your breath hitching as you feel your stomach twisting in knots. “I should go. Need a shower desperately.” You don’t wait for him to say goodbye or stop you. You're off the porch and down the road heading home in a few steps. 

  And all my friends are tired

Of hearing how much I miss you, but

I kinda feel sorry for them

'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do

  Maggie can’t drink. But that doesn’t mean you and Sasha can’t. Sasha, Abraham, and Rosita had come back later in the day from another run. They had been the unlucky ones not finding much of anything. But Sasha apparently found some top-tier booze in a rundown bar. The trio split it up between them. So here you were. Snacking on fresh strawberries drinking booze that would have been at least $100 for a bottle; straight out of the bottle. The three of you resting against the metal wall that protected the town from the nasty world outside.

“So,” Maggie started as she threw a strawberry stem into a bowl filled with them. “Heard someone talk with Rick.” Sasha and her eyes went to you as you grabbed the glass bottle of auburn liquid. Taking a healthy swig you felt the burn as it went down. You were far too sober to be talking about this. Talking about him. Because no one in the group knew why you guys ended it. Just one day you were a happy couple and the next you were packing up and moving into your own brownstone. Sasha took the bottle from you, making you whine. As you tried to reach for it but the former firefighter held it out of reach. Her hand on your chest also keeping you away from it.

“You can get some when you tell us what happened.” She landed down the rule and it makes you groan as you move to lay against the wall. You don't want to talk about it. You just want to wallow and let the scar form on your heart in peace.

A crack of thunder sends the trio onto the back porch of Maggie’s home. Lucky for you guys because moments after; the dark clouds opened up letting down heavy droplets that ping off the porch’s roof. Sasha is distracted by the rain. Asking Maggie if the crops will be ok. Allowing you to snatch the bottle from her hand and take another big glug. The bottle is half gone now. And honestly so are you. The alcohol works fast as your brain starts to go fuzzy. Sasha takes the bottle back slightly annoyed. But it clear the break-up has been hard. So she lets it go.

“You got your drink.” She says putting the cap back on and sitting it to the side out of your reach. “Now tell us what happened.”

“I don’t know.” You sob. You weren’t normally an emotional drunk. But with everything going on with Rick. Tonight you were. 

  And I know we weren't perfect

But I've never felt this way for no one, oh

And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone

  Maggie held you as you drunkenly cried. Sasha joined you on the other side, rubbing your back. You finally opened up about your breakup with Rick a month ago. You weren’t sure how much they understood because of the loud rain and your blubbering. But either way, they consoled you. Trying to help the only way they could. And the only way they knew how. Simply being there. Because for a month you kept this end. Kept this to yourself. So those outside of the group saw you were fine. The break-up didn’t seem to affect you. You carried on with work. Talked with Rick when it was needed. You acted fine. 

But the group knew it. Of course, they knew. It was an act. Because they saw how you were breaking. How you had a longing in your eyes when the cowboy boots-wearing man walked by. The smile that rarely reached your lips. You were faking so much of your joy because your heart was broken. 

“I just don’t get how he is so ok. Did I mean nothing?” The two women share a look at your question. Because they also know that Rick isn’t ok. Like you, he is acting. Because he is the leader and can’t break down. But the man isn’t ok. They don’t say that. Rick was the one that ended it. That was on him.

“I don’t know,” Maggie says softly as you rest your head onto her shoulder. “I wish I had the answer for you. But only Rick does.”

  Red lights, stop signs

I still see your face in the white cars, front yards

Can't drive past the places we used to go to

'Cause I still fuckin' love you, babe

  The street lights are now on. It’s still raining when you tell Maggie you were going home. Sasha and her try to get you to stay the night. Or at least until the rain lets up. But the rain isn't letting up. It was so heavy you could barely see a few steps in front of you. But you step off the back porch and disappear down the alleyway of the lined-up homes. You walk. Just walk because you don’t want to go home just yet. If you go home you’ll be lonely. And you don’t want that. Because for a month you have been lonely in that damn brownstone. Rick wasn’t lonely. He was with Jessie. His arms wrapped around her body. Damn your brain. Just because you didn’t want to be lonely didn’t mean you wanted to think about them together. 

  The rain started to ease up as you found yourself passing Rick’s house. The lights upstairs were on. As you quickly looked away from the cookie-cutter home. A shiver ran through you and shoved your hands into your soaked jean pockets. Maybe now was a good time to head home. You haven’t even turned when you heard your name being shouted over the rain. Looking back at Rick’s home you see him rushing off the porch and over to you. His dark brown jacket acting as an umbrella. He puts it mostly over you shielding you from the rain.

“What are you doing out here? You're going to get sick.” He frets because he knows how likely that is. Because after the rainstorm when the group was on the trek through Virginia you had gotten sick. “Come on.” He orders and you walk with him toward his house. 

  Sidewalks we crossed

I still hear your voice in the traffic, we're laughing

Over all the noise

  You smile at him lightly as he places a cup of peppermint tea in your hand; you're favorite. You're in one of his white t-shirt and pajama pants. Your hair, no longer wet from the rain but a hot shower. The alcohol is still in your system. How much you don’t know. 

“What were you doing walking in the rain?” He questioned taking the seat next to you. His own cup of tea in his hand.

“Was drinking with Sasha and Maggie.” You look towards him as his eyebrows knit together as the mention of Maggie and drinking. “Maggie was moderating us. She wasn’t drinking, come on. She knows better.” Rick nods bowing his head because he does know better to think that about Maggie. But his time as a cop taught him that some people just don’t care. Not about themselves. Not about others. And sure as hell not about kids. 

“Where did you get the booze from? Daryl?” You snort at him before blowing on your tea taking a careful sip. Sitting the cup down you look back towards him.

“I ain’t no rat officer.” He chuckles. You both do. A little inside joke between you both. And then the silence fell. The awkward uncertain silence of two people who didn’t know what to say next. You chew on the inside of your cheek as you stare into the tea. Rain still going strong outside, trapping on the roof of your former home.  Rick shifts beside you clearing his throat.

“Judy trying to walk.” It makes you smile a bit. 

“That’s good. Soon she’ll be running over you and Carl.” The older man chuckles nodding in agreement but you don’t see it. Head still bowed. Turning your mug as you watch the tea shift with each motion. 

“Seeing anyone?” He was trying to keep the conversation going. But there had to be another question to ask that wasn’t this. You still answer it by shaking your head.

“No. But you seemed to have moved on.” It has some bite to you. You're bitter. Of course, you are. The man you were in love with. Seemed to easily move on after he ended it. You lift the ceramic mug and take a huge glug of your tea. The warmth fills you but it’s not enough.

“Ya. Jessie, she’s…” He doesn’t know what to say. Jessie is ok. Good to have around. Doesn’t make him feel as empty. But she is just not you. All her touches. All her kisses. They feel off and he knows why. Because the hands touching him aren’t yours. Neither are the lips that kiss him. But Rick is stubborn. Even if it hurts you both, he knows you need better. You deserve the world and he just can’t give it to you.

“She’s perfect.” You looked at him. Sadness, rooted so deeply in your eyes. He wants to pull you into him. Tell you that he is sorry. That he will end it with Jessie. Come back to you. And try to make all of this right. But he already drew his line in the sand and he won’t cross it. Because the moment he touches you he knows it will be his undoing.

“She has her flaws. No one is perfect.” Except for you. He wants to add. He hears a quiet 'ya' then it silence once again.

  God, I'm so blue, know we're through

But I still fuckin' love you, babe

  You were gone when Rick woke up. His clothes lay on the guest bed since you were dried. He wondered just when you left. He wondered if you slept at all. Because he didn’t. Knowing you were in the house but not in his arms. He was restless the whole night. He sighs. Picking clothes up. It was sad that he hoped this wouldn’t be the last time. But it most likely was going to be the only time. Because how often are you going to walk in the rain drunk? He takes the clothes to the laundry room. Before he throws the shirt in the basket he lifts it to his nose. Inhaling the flowery body wash scent from when you shower last night. You must found where he hid the body wash you left behind. 

“Hey, dad!” Carl called out from the kitchen forcing Rick to dump the clothes in the basket. Entering the kitchen he smiled at his son. Judith was already in her high chair waiting for breakfast. Carl stood at the counter. The box of peppermint tea in his hands. Shit. He meant to put that up. Carl’s eye shifts from the box towards the sink. Where the mugs from last night sat unwashed. Then the young man turns to his father.

“Y/n was here wasn’t she?” He questioned but it was really a statement. It is the only reason for this tea to be out with two mugs in the sink.

“Ya,” He replied, moving towards his son and taking the box of tea from his hand. The young man sighed watching his father place the tea on a high shelf so only he could get to it.

“Why?” Carl asked.

“It was raining-”

“No,” he cut his father off. “Why did you break up with her?”

“Carl,” Rick sighed. As he pinched the bridge of his nose. If he didn’t want to have this conversation with Daryl or Michonne. He sure as hell didn’t want it with his son. But like Rick the young survivor was stubborn. He stepped into his father's past every time he tried to move around him.

“Carl,” Rick warns but the boy isn’t back down.

“No. You were happy with Y/n. Happier than I have ever seen you. Even with mom. Even before all of this.” The boy gestures at nothing but Rick knows what he means by that. Because he didn’t want to admit it. But his and Lori’s relationship was at rock bottom before the world ended. 

“So why? What happened?” Carl pressed, making Rick sigh. He wondered. Only for a second. If Michonne had put Carl up to his. But he shook that from his head. Michonne won’t do that. This is purely Carl. Because Carl loves you so much. The both of you had apparently clicked before Rick had gotten to the quarry. And that bond only grew over time. 

“It’s complicated, Carl. Now please,” Rick needed him to down the subject. And the young boy seemed to understand but is still pissed. He turns from his father. Feet carrying the young boy towards the door. “Where are you going?” He called out.

“Out!” And the slamming door let Rick know that Carl was gone. He sighed. 

  He knew everyone would move on. You would. Carl would. He would. In the far future, all of this will be just a bad memory. But right now. In the present, it hurt so fucking bad. Tears leaked from his eyes as he sucked in air. He did it to himself. He deserved this pain. And if he could he would take your pain. Allow you to be happy. To find love in someone else better than him. Because you're one of the good things in this ugly world. 

  I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

[erwinsvow]

𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 | 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

author's note: sorry i just cannot stop writing headcanons! it's my favorite thing to write. i really hope everyone enjoys these, they include things from these two works of mine as well :) -shea

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧

very much the involved boyfriend

once you guys finally start dating, he just immediately wants you guys to merge lives and share friends, even though that’s not a simple process

but it’s really because he cares about you so deeply he doesn’t want there to be a part of his life that you’re just not involved in

therefore; very involved

you guys manage your schedules together and plan out dinners and dates in advance

he mostly really likes having something to look forward too, like time with you

the kind of boyfriend that remembers little stuff you say here and there

like if you mention your mom’s birthday is coming up, he’ll ask later what you’re getting her and suggest some ideas. probably would send your mom flowers too to earn brownie points

or if you have a stressful week with exams and papers, he’ll stop by randomly with coffee and a snack and a hug

i honestly don’t see jean as the kind of boyfriend to start/carry on a fight, because he would hate knowing that you two are upset with each other. so i think any fights would be resolved pretty quickly

if one did happen to go over night or last a few days, he would definitely apologize first and bring you flowers, even if you were the one who started it

honestly though, with a guy like jean, what is there to fight about

overall, just a super caring boyfriend that makes the little stuff the memorable stuff

𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

the! best! boyfriend! ever!

i see armin as the ideal caring boyfriend

he just really likes to have someone to take care of, and he is also really touched that someone trusts him enough to ensure their heart to him

so he takes every measure to make sure he’s being the best partner he can be

a lot of emotional sharing, and i feel like would happen pretty early on as well

only because he is so trustworthy and you know you can tell him everything on your mind, even stuff that you maybe haven’t told anyone else

this just makes your relationship progress even further. you two are the couple that has been dating for a month but knows they are going to be together for a long time

speaking of, you are the mom and the dad of the friend group, which is so adorable but calls for a lot of teasing from your friends

but armin knows he’s going to marry you one day, so he just laughs when eren cracks another joke about it

𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐧

i’ll be real, this relationship is definitely not the easiest

reiner definitely loves you, don’t get me wrong, but a big part of him probably thinks he doesn’t deserve someone like you to care about him

which isn’t easy in a relationship because i feel like he would try and distance himself from getting too attached in the beginning

maybe he just thinks you’re going to see through him and realize you don’t want this anymore (which is not true at all, but just his intrusive thoughts)

i think you would try to reassure him about your feelings and how much you want this relationship, but then he feels like you shouldn’t have to reassure him, and that you shouldn’t be in the kind of relationship where you have to reassure the person. basically he thinks you deserve someone better, and you know that there is no one better for you

eventually i think this reaches a breaking point. through a lot of angst and honesty and tears, you two finally work it out

i think after clearing things up, things take a huge turn for the better

he definitely learns that there’s nothing wrong with being a relationship where you have to take care of each other, and he’s definitely thankful that you continued to stand by him

so sorry about this angst, but on the bright side, this man would be such a devoted boyfriend

his friends definitely make fun of him for looking at you like you hung the stars and moon in the sky

i also think all this angst would lead to you two being really open and vulnerable with each other, which is really important to him

also definitely a mama’s boy and can’t wait to introduce you to her

just like armin, he knows you’re gonna be his wife someday

𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

even though i think it would take eren a long time to settle down and commit to a healthy, long-term relationship, once he does, he would be a great boyfriend

he is a really caring guy, and i feel like part of his hesitance is about opening up to someone if they’re just gonna leave

but i think he can tell early on that this would be different

i have a feeling his love language is quality time, and so you two are always planning little things together

he especially loves last-minute, impromptu dates that arise from a random thought

like he’ll grab two sandwiches and take you to the beach at sunset, even if you just got home or had something to get done

or knock on your door at midnight and take you to the nearest roof to stargaze together

i feel like eren is the boyfriend who becomes your closest friend over time

you guys go to each other first when you need to rant or talk or babble endlessly

it’s an interesting dynamic but it works well for you guys

the kind of bf that people assume he’s a single bachelor and will stay that way forever, or people don’t believe that he’s settled down, and then when they see you two together they’re shocked

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭

you and marco have the most wholesome relationship

if i had to picture anyone whose relationship feels like the honeymoon phase even after a whole year, it is marco

he has a habit of making every small date, every meeting or interaction just feel so special, like every day is a special occasion

the kind of boyfriend who gets you a promise ring early on with every intention of replacing it with an engagement ring and wedding band one day

a big moment for him is introducing you to his friends! he knows they’ll love you, and he just wants you to meet the other most important people in his life

especially you and jean, this boy would be on cloud nine seeing you two get along so well. makes him super happy and teary-eyed

the responsible bf who takes care of everything for you, even little, everyday things so you don’t have to worry about it

like making sure there’s a cup of water on the nightstand when you go to bed, or setting an extra alarm to make sure you don’t oversleep, or reminding you about a deadline

overall just <3 boyfriend marco

𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

the nonchalant, cool boyfriend who has to hide how sappy he actually is

pretends like he’s not nervous as all hell on your first date. acts like you leaning into him on the walk back home, or kissing his cheek at your doorstep before you say good night isn’t giving him heart palpitations.

also majorly touch-starved. after you two really open up to each other, which happens way sooner than he expected, it’s hard for him to keep his hands away from you.

he’s reserved in public, a simple arm around you waist or hands interlaced while you guys are out

but when you’re in the privacy of your home, it’s almost instinctual for him to pull you close

he loves when you lay your head on his chest, but nothing compares to when you let him lay his head on yours.

you stroke his hair and sit in silence, appreciating the quiet mumble of the television and the sound of each other breathing

always falls asleep like this, and he’s never been much of a nap guy, but ever since he met you, he’s reformed

not to mention your skin is always so warm and soft, and his is always on the colder side, so he’s just drawn to you

also i see him as the kind of guy who proposes out of nowhere, like you aren’t expecting it at all after a quiet dinner together at home, you’re getting up to grab dessert and he pulls out a ring

“how about dessert and naps for as long as we both shall live?”

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

once again, pock tries to put on a tough facade but we all know he’s just a softie on the inside

in fact, it’s a little while into your relationship that you notice him softening up with you, trying less hard to seem like someone else and getting more comfortable around you

you definitely don’t mention it, because you don’t want him to realize how you’ve been noticing it lately, but it definitely makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy at the thought of him being more himself

it’s not long at all before you can’t even see any semblance of that tough guy you met for the first time

the kind of whipped boyfriend that carries your bags when you go shopping, grabs your coffee order on the way to visit you, and likes to have quiet nights in more than going out

your favorite memories with him include watching rom-coms and munching on popcorn in his apartment, everyone else out and about on a saturday night

the leftover pizza is sitting on the counter, and you turn to go put it away when you notice pock teary-eyed at the movie!

yes, this boy cries at sappy romantic movies and you regret ever putting on the notebook that one night because you wanted to get laid after and that just did not happen because he was crying too much

but also just treats you so right and has every intention of being the best boyfriend he can, doesn’t ever want to do anything to hurt you and is highkey very glad he met you and has someone to be so open and comfortable with!

𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

can you spell boyfriend material.

the most comforting, wholesome boyfriend in the world. you actually can’t believe he’s single when you guys meet for the first time, because there’s just no way.

this is the take him home to meet your parents guy, introduce him to your friends right away guy because you know it’s serious

i talked about how bertholdt is the bf who just listens to your talks and rambles for as long as you need to, and always offers advice and sweet words, but he really does take it to the next level

lets you cry it out when you need to, rubbing your back and hair softly and not minding when his shirt is covered in tears

or alternatively lets you rant about your annoying professor or a terribly rude stranger or whatever else is plaguing your mind today

texts you every day asking how you’re doing, always calls you before bed if you guys aren’t together

he just has the ability to make you feel so heard and seen

and of course you never forget to take care of him, as well. it makes for a really comfortable dynamic.

very easy to imagine spending the rest of your life with him despite the fact that he has kicked you off the bed multiple times in his sleep

𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

alternatively, husband material

takes all of five minutes into having a conversation with him to realize this is a responsible, mature guy

which are usually far and few between

i’d like to think he’s similar to marco in the way that he likes to make sure things are taken care for you, he likes to get things off of your shoulders even though you feel like you should be doing it for him instead

this translates to a lot of checking in phone calls, making sure you’ve eaten dinner and haven’t skipped meals because of your busy schedule

always makes time for you and especially loves having date nights every saturday, it’s wonderful when you haven’t been able to see him all week

anyways, you get engaged and married so fast bc you just had to snatch him up