#treehouse records

[the-siren-in-your-fridge]

Damn those pilots can sure twenty one!

[4m4zing-gracie]

Just a stupid thought I had after watching some old shows for Nostalgia.

Canadian kids will understand.

[autism-disco]

they should put me on the radio and let me talk about music

[notmadebyhumanhands]

Let this be the soundtrack of my dreams 🤍

[gorillacampflow]

Tree House #2

[decemberthe7th]

I had my mind made up like a story That you knew the ending of

[babyleostuff]

─ late night swims w/ choi seungcheol 𝜗𝜚 hc's under the cut

𝜗𝜚 probably the only time you’d see him fully shirtless in public (thank god, because if he went no shirt + trunks combo to the beach you’d probably combust) (both from how hot he is, and from jealousy of other people staring at him) 

𝜗𝜚 of course the villa you’d be staying at would be fully private because choi seungcheol would not settle for less 

𝜗𝜚 BUT that equals cheol channeling his inner leo, losing the shy bub attitude immediately. he’d be so so smug seeing your reaction to him in only swimming trunks and a towel wrapped around his neck, and god - no matter what you’d try to do and no matter how hard you’d try to act indifferent to his abs and pecks out in full glory, there’d be nothing that could wipe that annoying smirk off his face 

𝜗𝜚 all the smugness aside, the atmosphere would be very domestic, and just overall cute (?), like - you’d finally be able to be together without anyone breathing down your necks, or you having to hide yourself from the eyes of the paparazzi and others. it’d be just you, and not s.coups, but your cheol 

𝜗𝜚 he’d definitely throw you over his shoulder, and throw you into the pool, there’s no way he wouldn’t 

𝜗𝜚 at first you’d play in the water, splash it at each other, chase each other around the pool, do all the fun stuff because cheol is a child and a cutie at heart, so you’d spend a good amount of time being silly 

𝜗𝜚 you know those tik toks where the girlfriends record their boyfriends being absolutely silly at the beach or the pool while they tan? that would be cheol, 100%. you’d take a moment to rest, and your boyfriend would turn his „i’m only a man/ loser” mode on, and do the most questionable things known to mankind 

𝜗𝜚 he’d try to jump on the floaties, show off his not that good handstands, making you throw a ball while he jumps into the pool, you get the gist 

𝜗𝜚 after you’d have your quick rest (kind of), you’d get back to the water, but the atmosphere would change a bit 

𝜗𝜚 with the starry sky, the crickets chirping in the background, slow music quietly playing from the speaker you placed next to the pool - you’d enter the lovesick era with your legs wrapped around cheol’s waist, and his hands holding you gently 

𝜗𝜚 at first, there would be just silence between you two, and maybe it's a bit cheesy but you would have a moment where you would just stare at each other lovingly, while you’d comb the wet hair at the snap of his neck and he’d gently caress your thighs 

𝜗𝜚 it’d be your way of saying how much you love each other without having to actually say it 

𝜗𝜚 then you’d fall into a comfortable conversation about whatever - cheol would walk you around the pool, and you’d just talk and talk until you’d get too cold to stay in the water 

𝜗𝜚 after getting out, seungcheol would immediately grab a towel (or two) for you, and wrap you with them so you wouldn’t get cold 

𝜗𝜚 the rest of your night would pass in a similar, loving atmosphere

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[daisyblog]

Scream

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN does the “No one would hear you scream” TikTok prank on Harry.

Based on this request.

YN, Harry and Grace were walking down a quiet, secluded path in the countryside of Yorkshire. Grace was sleeping in the baby carrier that was attached to YN’s shoulders.

Whilst the couple walked hand in hand, discussing the breathtaking view, YN recorded on her phone. Something Harry was used to now.

“It’s so quiet and peaceful here”. YN smiled as she looked across the never ending scene of green fields.

Harry glanced at his wife, happy that she was enjoying a simple thing as walking in the countryside. “It is, it’s beautiful”.

With no expression, YN said the TikTok trend line. “No one would hear you scream”.

Harry abruptly stopped walking, causing YN to stop and turn to see why he’d stop. “Huh?”.

“I said it’s like a dream”. YN smiled at the video she was recording, kissing the top of Grace’s head.

Harry still hasn’t moved from the spot where he had stopped, his eyes flickering from his wife to the path behind them. “I think we should start walking back”.

YN let out a laugh at how Harry was getting worried. “Why?”.

“I heard what you said”. Harry stood with his hands on his hips. “And there’s only one type of screaming I want to be doing with you”.

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[poisoncoveredkisses]

Heaven Knows I’m miserable now🍂

Jeremy Frazier x Fem!reader

( Reader has mother and step- dad who they hate…also a dog because why not. Reader is female , grunge and your usual angst filled teenage girl.

.˚⊹🎃🍂🌗₊˚𖦹⋆ .˚⊹🎃🍂🌗₊˚𖦹⋆ .˚⊹🎃🍂🌗₊˚𖦹

The car ride into Winter River was long..boring and almost painful ; the dark green ford mustang carrying the family and the bags sped up eventually, ending the silence and the ride. Y/N L/N stepped out of the vehicle first, sliding her headphones off her head and onto her neck in the process . She stretched out , yawned and grabbed a bag, eyes stuck on the building ahead ; the murder house . The house her Step father had bought since it was “so cheap “ and that “the thing that the happened there can be forgotten about with new memories “ . She rolled her eyes , remembering how happy her mother had been when they bought the house .

“and where are you off to so soon? “ Alan, the overly positive idiot who had moved into Y/n’s life and forced her to move away from her…somewhat enjoyable life before , stepped out , a smile tainting his features and causing most of his face to wrinkle on the process. He moved away from the car before Y/n could even speak, opening the front door before turning , “look at that..! All the vintage furniture still intact..!” He almost gasps out , oh so positive about a literal murder house.

Y/N , now somewhat annoyed by her step father’s interest in whatever she was about to do…even though he’d ignored her for the two hour long car ride quickly ran past . Bags in her hands as she darts into the house, up the stairs and into the only room that seemed fully lived in ; Jeremy’s Frazier’s still intact , still lived in…room.

The bags quickly get thrown onto the floor and the bed now dipped in by the girl, she sighs out before leaning back . Her eyes trained ahead onto the ceiling before tears blur her vision , ruining what should have been a moment of peace . Her hands find themselves into her hair , messily running through it before a heavy bang from the corner of the room shoots her back up. Her head snaps in the direction, pushing off the bed before she moves to check it out. Her eyes scanning the various grunge band posters, vinyls , the record player , the wardrobe which now appeared open…it was locked shut last time the family had visited their new home. She shrugs , maybe the house estate agent had opened it?.. whatever had happened , she didn’t care. She didn’t care about any of it..the murder house..the new guy who’d turned her and her moms life inside out and then left and then massively right into what seemed like a chaotic mess of a situation. She sighs out, bending down to pick up a book that had fallen ; the handbook for the recently deceased . She looks around before opening a window , her eyes catching sight of something..no no someone moving in the treehouse . She blinks before the figure disappears, maybe she was just tired or maybe her eyesight was playing up , she had just spent 2 hours in a moving car staring down at her phone and only occasionally staring out of the window before the next song played into her headphones . She shrugs before scanning the book, turning it over to read the back and then the front . Her fingers dancing along it before they hesitate to open it, she scoffs out ; finally making the decision to open it before the door slams open.

Her eyes snap up, book hidden behind her back as her eyes focus on…nothing? The door bounces back , slamming shut again before slamming open, hitting the wall and causing a couple of posters to fly off the wall. Leaving Y/N stood there , posters a mess around her ; some hanging off the wall, some still stuck , some sideways now and some just flying through the air of the cold, almost quiet room. The book slipping from her fingers , slamming onto the floor before almost flying from its position and into the closet . Y/N moves to follow it, only for the closet to slam in her face and lock. She scoffs out, her first slamming onto the wood before the bedroom door slams shut again, she groans out .

“I hate this house..!!” She screams out , causing the nearest adult ; Alan to run upstairs , his hand pushes the door open before he scans the now neat and untouched room, he smiles over at Y/N , his hand dropping the bernese mountain dog puppy in the process . He stands there, almost expecting his step daughter to speak before he nods at her , looking around the room

“so are you keeping the room..the same?” he hums out , his eyes scanning everything almost judgementally , the way his lip quivers up into its usual concrete , unbreakable , overly happy and warm smile .

“mhm.” Y/N rolls her eyes , moving to scan the room ; confused due to the fact everything had returned to normal in only a matter of seconds .

Buddy, the 3 month old puppy eagerly running around the room in the process of y/n trying to rethink everything and also try seem like she was putting effort into her step fathers boring little conversation.

“really..? you don’t..want a change of anything..? you know this is where..the uh-“

“i know.”

“but..i mean..its a teenage boys room and he was..you know.. he did horrible and-“

“i know, i like the room.”

“but it’s so dark and..i mean look..! look at the posters, the…the books..this isn’t you-“

“no, it is me. You wouldn’t know because the moment you met me, you immediately talked about moving and changing .” Y/N snaps her head back over to the man, watching his little positive performance crumble in a matter of seconds due to her words.

Alan scoffs , “fine but..we’re getting rid of the clothes in the closet . He could have killed those innocent parents of his and then…then changed.” He tries to smile, only to realise the teenage girl stood before him didn’t actually care..nor was she actually listening since her eyes had darted over to the puppy now sniffing aggressively over at the closet.

“uh huh…” She sighs out , her hands moving to open the closet causing the puppy to bark and snarl , his ears pricking , tale shooting up like some sort of tv aerial , fur standing up, stance almost wide and heavy on the wood like a stone statue . His eyes wide and trained to the pile of clothes .

Y/N moves to push Buddy out of the way, weirded out by her dog’s new behaviour towards the closet that was locked only ten minutes ago. She scoffs out , looking back at her step father , “well aren’t you going to take the clothes then.? since you mentioned it..might aswell go do it now..!” She sarcastically hums out , moving to grab a trash bag, opening it before handing it to the now dumbfounded Alan. Pushing back him, grabbing her phone and putting her headphones on in the process . Clicking the play button for her playlist , sighing out once she slides down the banister and jumps down a couple of the steps. Letting the Smiths fill her ears , she scans around ; hoping to catch a glimpse of her mom. She stops , half way to the kirchen and only a step past the living room door , turning back to the man sat in the chair watching the tv . She fully turns , staring at him…almost confused by the fact the old tv still worked : it wasn’t plugged in and..also by the stranger now sat so snuggling in the old chair . She blinks for a moment, the tv still playing but the man gone. She shrugs , turning and moving into the back yard , sighing before pushing the back door open. Her eyes falling onto the sea of light orange , dark orange , green and red leaves from the nearby trees . She moves , pushing her phone into the pocket of her dark blue jean flares , carefully smoothing out her oversized white wool jumper . She sighs before moving to climb the tree house , hands gripping the wood as she pulls her self up , eyes stuck ahead before she catches sight of a figure moving .The figure pacing , repeating things to..himself..?

“got to get them out.” He repeats , over and over . Stopping once Y/N reaches the last wooden block, pulling herself up before she stares wildly up at the teenage boy , his face hard and almost wide as he looks around . He chuckles before his hand moves , “sorry..pretty girl..” He smirks before pushing her down, causing Y/N to lose her grip , stumbling back before her hand slips from the wood, pulling one of the blocks with her as she falls. Her body falling limp onto the ground , her eyes momentarily fluttering between staying wide and closing , her hand moving upto to her hair ; checking for the now painful sensation hitting all around her head .

(I apologise for any spelling mistakes, please please leave your opinion on this cause i crave validation the same way a starved dog craves food )

[cal-flakes]

reader x dealer rafe! watching the stars while high

╰┈➤ star gazing with dealer!rafe

warnings: mentions of drug use, swearing.

summary: dealer!rafe finds maybank!reader stargazing on the beach by herself.

“yo bare, you seen y/n?” rafe called, nodding towards his friend. looking up, barry chuckled, beginning to notice rafe’s infatuation with the pogue. “she went off that way, she’s high as shit man..” he laughed, winking at rafe as he sighed.

nodding in acknowledgment, rafe followed the direction of barry’s hand, feeling a slight chill as he moved away from the bonfire.

his head turned as he stumbled along the beach, his feet not so steady on the sand. the coast was just about empty, aside from her small figure in the distance, the only light being the end of her joint.

nearing her relaxed frame, the corner of his mouth threatened a smile as his eyes met hers. “hey rafe..” she smiled sweetly, eyes fluttering between open and closed.

he watched in awe as he cheeks hollowed slightly while she smoked, the same smoke exiting through her plump lips.

“why are you all the way down here, by yourself?” he asked, his head tilting when her glassy eyes reflected the moonlight. “hmm, i dunno, i think i just prefer the peace and quiet..” she sighed, falling back to lean on her elbows.

she was nothing like her brother, well, for the most part. sure, she enjoyed a bit of weed, the odd party etc, but she wasn’t obnoxious and social the way he was, y/n maybank was much more reserved, to rafe’s surprise.

he didn’t know her amazingly well, though they had known of eachother their whole lives. that’s just how it is living on an island, everyone knows everyone.

“you mind if i sit?” he asked, almost tripping over his feet as he gestured to the empty space next to her. “not at all, go ahead”

nodding, he situated himself next to her, facing the ocean while his arms rested on top of his knees. “want some?”

he smiled, taking the joint from her hand before mimicking her own actions, inhaling and exhaling smoothly before stubbing it out in the sand.

he watched as she lay back into the sand, the hood of the huge jumper protecting her hair from getting sandy. “you know, rafe cameron, you’re not as bad as people say you are..” she hummed, her eyes scanning across the clear night sky.

cocking an eyebrow, he mimicked her actions but turned to face her. “is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“well i’m just saying, we both know my brother hates you, but i don’t really understand why” she chuckled slightly, it wasn’t really a question, more of a statement. he hummed in response, turning back to look at the same sky.

“look! a shooting star! quick- make a wish!” she beamed, pointing lazily at the bright light flirting across. they sniggered as they both closed their eyes, childishly making a wish.

“what’d you wish for?” he asked curiously. her mouth fell open in feigned shock for a second, swatting his chest playfully. “it won’t come true if i tell you!”

“i’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours..” he smirked, propping himself up face her once again. his eyes scanned her features, admiring the way her glossy lips glistened under the light of the moon and how her lashes fluttered when she blinked.

“hmm, deal” she giggled, rolling onto her side to look at him. “i wish for a treehouse” his brows furrowed in confusion at her words. “a treehouse?”

“not just any treehouse, a special one. one full of books i love, and fairy lights, and blankets, ooh! and a record player, and maybe even a rolling station!” she gushed, fidgeting with her fingers and a sudden wave of vulnerability washed over her.

“why do you want a treehouse so badly?” he laughed, still not satisfied with her answer.

“well, when i was younger, i used to beg my dad to build me one, everyday i’d ask him about it, and everyday he promised he’d buy the plasterboards on the weekend, but he never did. eventually, jj started building me one, when we were about 14, but the project just got abandoned, i suppose he’s too busy these days anyways..”

rafe felt his chest tighten as the sadness in her voice became more obvious, and her fidgeting fingers danced around the hem of her hoodie. “anyways, moving on, what’s your wish?” she asked, quickly glazing over the fact that she’d just opened up to rafe cameron.

“oh, umm, well..i wish, to take you on a date..” he sighed, smiling sheepishly. “a date?” she beamed as shock settled over her brows. “you, rafe cameron, are asking me, a pogue, on a date?” she shrieked, giggling.

“hmm, when you put it that way, i guess not” he joked, amused at her offended stare. “i’m joking, yes, of course i do”

y/n felt slightly skeptical for a moment, she liked rafe, weirdly enough she enjoyed his company, but she couldn’t help but think about all the things her brother had said about him.

“look, i know. i know your brother’s probably told you horror stories about me, but just give me a chance to prove that i’m nothing like he says i am..”

nodding, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “okay, sure..”

“tomorrow at eight o’clock?”

“tomorrow at eight o’clock it is”

giggling, they fell back onto the sand once more, their hands slightly grazing one another’s as they lay there contently.

[sunlightmurdock]

Like This Forever | 0.3 | Jake Seresin x Reader

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Synopsis: Chapter Three. The early stages of pregnancy are really taking a toll on you. Jake’s got questions.

Warnings: talks of abortion / anti-abortion ideology. We’re pro-choice over here. This is an accidental pregnancy fic. Lying. Friends to lovers. WC: 3.6k.

…

Snickering had given the two of you away instantly. From the moment that Matthew Seresin had pushed open the door to the room, he had known that something was amiss. The house was uncharacteristically quiet for a Friday evening — those were the nights you stayed for dinner while your mother worked late, and you had spent hours with Matthew’s youngest brother causing nothing but trouble.

“If you’re in my room, I’m going to lock you out with the cows, you little freaks.” The then seventeen-year old had warned, his eyes narrowed warily as he tiptoed across the hardwood of his bedroom floor, aged floorboards creaking under his weight.

With that, a clammy little hand pressed itself firmly over your mouth. When you turned to look, Jake had been staring right at you, his cheeks dimpled with the sheer joy from his grin. A few more heavy steps and Matthew had dropped his old duffel packed full of wrestling gear to the floor.

Your nose had wrinkled at the smell. Disgusting, sweaty teenage boy athletic gear is a scent that doesn’t fade from memory.

“Last chance, you little germs.” Matthew had warned, craning his neck to check out his closet, then to squint at the open door to the bathroom he had Noah had shared.

From under his bed, you knew you were safe for at least a couple more minutes. As the oldest boy, and the messiest at the time, Matty’s room had plenty of hiding spots back then. Especially for two ten year olds who knew this old house inside and out. But, your window of opportunity was closing — there’s a fragile line between being able to scare the life out of Matthew Seresin, and just evoking his wrath. Back then, in all of his teenage hormonalism, the latter was much easier.

“Three,” Jake had mouthed to you, his shaggy hair falling in front of his eyes and his nose just a fraction too big for his face back then. “Two…”

The two of you had leapt out from opposite sides of Matthew’s double bed, scaring him so bad that he had lost balance in his gym socks, slipped on the wood and landed flat on his ass. He had been so angry that day — the two of you had slept out in Jake’s treehouse because you were so afraid of what Matty would do if he had gotten his hands on you.

Jake has always been a wriggly sleeper. He always tosses and turns, balls his hands into fists and stretches his arms out as wide as they’ll span. He has thought about joining you in your afternoon nap a couple of times now, as you stretch out along the plush bench opposite the kitchenette, but he won’t. All of his wriggling keeps you up, and he hasn’t ever seen you this tired. Even after the two of you had snuck off to Panama City Beach and spent thirty-six hours straight awake the summer after high school.

The tour has been electric so far, and Jake’s still waiting for the high of it all to wear off. His body feels like it’s vibrating as he plucks absently at the guitar strings, turning his head away from you and looking back out towards the open stretch of road. The first three dates have been everything Jake could ever have imagined. He has signed t-shirts, records, hats and skin and listened to crowds call back his lyrics for three nights consecutively. Currently, is a travel day. Seven hours from New Mexico and into Colorado. He’ll have tonight off and tomorrow, he’ll play his fourth gig in Boulder, CO. His eldest brother is going to be able to see him play.

Matt transports things outside of his work at the ranch. Just off season work to make sure his family can have the nice things he wants them to have. Jake can’t wait to see him.

The road ahead is stretching, flat and open. A couple of minutes back, the bus passed a sign informing them that the closest gas station was four miles away. Jake knows this because his driver, Pete, had announced it and interrupted Jake’s train of thought right in the middle of what could have been the best hook of Jake’s career.

With these roads out here, it’s a fifty-fifty gamble between potholes and cracks in the asphalt and smooth sailing. This road is perfectly smooth. It barely even feels like they’re moving. And yet, something wakes you up. You sit up quickly, trying to swallow through the thick churning feeling in your stomach. Your gaze flickers to the whirring air conditioning at the front of the bus as sweat slickens your forehead.

“Stop the bus!”

Pete turns in his seat, wide-eyed and ready to argue about making it before sunset, until he sees the sudden grey sheen to your skin. He doesn’t bother arguing, but his braking isn’t fast enough either.

“Pete, stop the fucking bus!”

Natasha, curled up on the bench beside you, is startled awake by the commotion. Jake’s face has already twisted into a concerned frown, his fingers stilling against the guitar strings as the bus jolts to a stop. As you leap upwards from the seat, there’s a familiar smell of dust that reminds you of that afternoon huddled under Matthew’s bed. The wild look of excitement in your best friend’s eyes are the furthest thing from your mind as you stumble forwards, two left feet trampling over each other and not enough floor space to accommodate the lack of coordination.

The door to the bus, much like the rest of it, is stiff, old and creaky. Your legs wobble down the two steps and your knees buckle, searching for the afternoon-warmed asphalt until your palms are on it too, your stomach twisting into a painful knot.

With how unceremoniously you threw yourself out of the door, Jake has to struggle to step around you without dropping himself boot-first into your breakfast. He winces, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Same old squeamish Jake. With one hand, he gets to work scooping your hair away from your neck and face and with the other, he puts a halt to the crew trying to exit the bus after you.

“Pete — you think there’s an emergency room anywhere near here?” He calls out, craning his neck to squint around the miles of fields and at the mountains in the distance.

First, you wipe at your mouth with the back of your hand, and then you sit back on your knees and swat Jake’s hand out of your hair. “I don’t need to go to an emergency room. I just ate something — and all the driving, and… bleh. I’m fine.”

“Yeah and the other day you were just too warm. You’ve been feeling weird for a couple of days, we’re getting you checked out.” With his hand now out of your hair, Jake has it free to rest against your forehead, checking impatiently for some kind of temperature he isn’t going to find. Sitting on your knees, squinting at him through the afternoon sun, finding nothing but that stubborn kind of worry that is only fuelled by love, it makes you feel sick all over again.

As much as you used to bicker and fight, and sometimes you still do, Jake’s light has always matched yours in a way that has been noticeable by everyone for your entire life. You’ve always been a duo, the perfect pair. It doesn’t seem quite right that now you know there’s a part of him that’s fused with you — that your body is reacting like this.

Truthfully, you can’t pretend that carrying Jake’s baby had ever occurred to you. The ‘B’ word, really truthfully, still makes you uncomfortable three days after finding out. But, if you had ever thought about carrying Jake’s baby, you would have assumed that it would just be… easier… than this.

“Sunny, hey, look at me.” Jake frowns down at you, all that worry materialising right in the pools of his green eyes as he squats down. Squeamish Jake who couldn’t even clean the mess up after he got sick last New Years’ Eve, squatting above a puddle of hot puke, just to get a better look at your face. “We’ve got the day off — let’s just see a doctor, get you fixed up. Alright?”

“Map says there’s an urgent care down the street from the motel.” Bob calls from inside the bus, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He’s all faded denim and rolled up sleeves, a real hometown-comfort looking kind of guy. Not a rockstar by any means, but he and those drums seem to have a special arrangement. You’ve never been more grateful for him than you are right now; he just bought you another four hours.

“I can hang on ‘til then. I’ll take it easy,” You promise Jake, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears and wobbling to your feet. He presents both hands and breathes a sigh of relief as you brace yourself on his forearms. “It’s just a couple of hours — and I don’t see any hospitals around here anyway. Do you?”

Jake lets it go.

He boards the bus once again and sits with his elbows on his knees and watches you sleep for the next four hours. The way you’re moving, you’re going to drive that guy sick with worry — and Jake Seresin does not take kindly to being sick.

It’s got to be a sign, you think to yourself as you try to appear asleep. Your body rattles with the bus and the lack of the seatbelt, soft cushion under your back as you take up just about the only ‘tour bus-like’ commodity thag this old girl has to offer. Jake’s baby — fetus — clump of cells — whatever the fuck is chilling in there and ruining your day; you and that thing just aren’t compatible. It’s as simple as that.

It’s bringing you to your knees three days in. You haven’t slept, anything you eat won’t stay down, and your nerves are shot with the idea that you created a lifeform in the filthy back room of the Darkstar.

It’s not like you’re a teenager. You’re a grown up who is old enough to be moved out, old enough to be married. Hell, old enough to be a parent. By the standards of Driftwood, Texas, it’s about time you hitched a ride on the baby making bandwagon. Though, even in this more progressive times, the folks back home wouldn’t be too happy to hear that you just let any old guy knock you up.

That idea plays on your mind a lot at night now. The thought of walking down Main Street, all big and round in a pretty little dress, radiant and ready to be a mother. No husband waiting for you at home, no men in line to get down on one knee either. This clump of cells, or whatever, without a father. Poor thing. Well — that would make things even worse. It wouldn’t take long for people to figure out that your little mistake was a Seresin.

You hope that when they figured it out, they would understand. They would take one look at the photographs of you with Jake — all of those summers, and winters, and nights that weren’t captured by a lens, and know that you’re not just easy. Though — you are, you suppose. Jake hadn’t ever had to even ask. You’d agreed to it wordlessly before, or asked him expressly yourself. But that’s Jake. You hope they all know that’s what makes it different.

But you could save yourself all that explaining, all that hoping. With a small gulp, you know how easy it would be. You’re not that far along. All this sickness, and weakness and exhaustion would be gone in no time. You could just say you had a bug. Jake wouldn’t ever know, and his career would become everything he has ever wanted. You would get to remain part of it.

Maybe some day, you could do it the right way. Intentionally. That would feel better. You’d be prepared, the baby would be loved. This… baby — you’re not sure you could ever love something that threatens to rip away everything you and Jake have worked so hard for. Something insignificant that you hadn’t ever wanted, much less intended.

“How you feeling?” Natasha asks, crouched at your side with a glass of water and two ibuprofen in hand. Breaking into the hangover stash to ease your symptoms now. Not a good sign. You blink through the light, glancing over her head at Jake watching you through the rear view mirror, pretending to pluck at his guitar.

“I need someone to distract Jake when we get to the motel. You’ll take me to urgent care, right?” You ask her, dropping the two pills into your mouth and downing them with a strained gulp of water. Her soft brows draw together just slightly as she squeezes at your knee.

“Of course.”

Tbe plan, of course, was never to go to urgent care. While Jake’s stuck on the phone with his mother in a dingy motel room after a carefully timed ambush from Mickey, you’re across the town of Boulder, Colorado, sitting in the waiting area of a Planned Parenthood. The worst part is — Natasha doesn’t even know why it’s so important to keep Jake distracted.

As far as she knows, it’s because your best friend is over protective and because you’ve already got too much on your mind to deal with all the questions. It’s not entirely a lie.

The pen trembles between your fingers. A dotted line has never appeared to be quite so looming before today. All it asks for is your name, and you’re stumped. Outside, routine chanting presses on. Screeching, more like. They had caught you on the way in. People who looked far too similar to those from home, looking into your eyes, knowing exactly what you wanted so desperately to hide.

Baby. Baby. Baby. Your baby can feel already. Your baby has fingernails. Eyelashes. Heartbeat. The entire concept makes you shudder. All the times you’ve laid your head on Jake’s chest and steadied your breathing to the strong thrum of his steady heartbeat. You wonder if it sounds similar.

“It’s just a consultation.” You whisper. It isn’t until Natasha lifts her head and turns to look at you with those big, brown eyes that you realise you’ve said it outloud. One of her hands curls softly around your knee and squeezes softly. She nods. Not to you in particular.

It is just a consultation. Confirmation that you’re pregnant, a couple of questions about your permanent doctor. Whether you’ve ever been pregnant before. The doctor can see it on your face that this is uncharted territory for you. Talk about your vaccinations, your medical history.

“Okay, and is this pregnancy something that you’re looking to go through with?” You suppose there is no easy way to ask that question, and she doesn’t do it any better or worse than you would have expected. Still, it renders you totally silent. “It’s okay if the answer is no.”

“Will I be able to get pregnant again?” Your voice trembled. It’s a strange thing, finding yourself worry for something you had taken for granted until this point. The answer does nothing to reassure you.

“That’s not a very straightforward question. From the exam, I can’t see any reason why not, but things can change and age will be a factor in that.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I’m only twenty-six.”

It’s so casual. With a shrug, the doctor hums. “Just in the future. Something to be mindful of.”

You pick at your cuticles, staring towards the ground. “Do I have to decide today?”

“No. But I should advise you, it’s best to perform a termination as early as possible for safety and success.”

Without any of the answers you had been hoping for, you leave the office feeling substantially worse. You’ve been told that the entire crew are going out to a bar in town tonight. Your decision to lay in bed and wallow is both to ease Jake’s nerves and also, so that you don’t have to see his face. That doesn’t work out too well.

It’s just after six when he lets himself into your motel room and locks the door behind him. His smell fills the room, the sound of his boots tap softly against the floor. You squeeze your eyes shut as the bed dips with his weight.

“How ya feelin’, champ?”

A tired smile creeps across your face, even as you try to fight it. Jake worms his way into your bed until his face is opposite yours. Freckles on the bridge of his nose and a glint in his eye. A fond smile on his lips.

“Fine, like I told you.” You answer him. He doesn’t reach for you, but he wants to. He wants to grab both your cheeks in his hands and demand that you tell him everything the doctor told you. If you need more rest, or a certain vitamin, or if you’re allergic to the sun now or something.

As kids, you often discussed which superpower you would pick if you could have them. Right now, Jake has never wanted to be a mindreader more.

“Oh. So you don’t want the get-well treats that I got you, then?” There’s a faint rustling of a plastic bag at the bottom of his bed, purposely knocked by his leg to pique your interest.

“Depends what you got.” You both know exactly what he would have gotten you. It’s exactly what you would have gotten for yourself. Jake smiles as he sits up and pulls the bag between the two of you, setting it open to reveal the contents.

“If this doesn’t make you feel better, I think it’s time to call it. You had a good run, twenty-six isn’t a bad age.” He teases, already digging his hand through your bag of goodies to present you with the crème de le crème of gas station snacks. A warm, almost feverish, grin spreads across your lips as he hands you the chocolate bar.

Once it’s in your hands, Jake props himself up on his side and watches you take a bite. He studies you, slow and methodical, looking for any kind of discrepancy. Pain, fear — anything that will give him answers.

“You want a bite?” You offer him through a mouthful. Wordlessly, he leans in with that smirk plastered all over his face once again, and takes a bite from the top of the chocolate bar, then pulls back. Inches from your face, you watch him watching you.

“Haven’t lost your appetite. You’re warm but you don’t have a fever. Dizziness and nausea. You’d tell me if you were gonna die on me, right, Sunny girl?” With that, he reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Maybe he needs the full picture to study your face better. You scoff, swallowing down a bite of the chocolate.

“I’m not dying.” It’s not the answer he’s looking for; you know you’re just inviting him to pester you more.

You think back to Matthew. You were twelve when he had to sit down his entire family and tell them that he had gotten his high school girlfriend pregnant. He was nineteen at the time. They had been together a long time, but it had seemed like such a bombshell. You remember how upset Jake’s parents were originally.

Matthew’s engagement was short. He married Isabelle before she was even in her second trimester. He works on the ranch through the year and picks up trucking jobs in the off season, now with three kids total. As much as Jake loves his oldest brother — you know that Matthew was his warning sign. Even now, Matt’s a sign to Jake of what he would have to give in to if he wasn’t careful.

Jake stares across at you, “Did they figure out what’s the matter with you?”

“Yeah.” You tell him, watching your hands pluck off a piece of the chocolate and place it into your mouth. Jake’s brows knit together as he watches you fight so calmly to avoid his gaze. He’s starting to look a lot like his big brother.

“Well? — Is it curable? — You’re freaking me out here.” He prompts you, just about ready to snatch the chocolate back out of your hands if it will get him an answer. You scoff quietly. Curable. Sure — to an extent.

You inhale deeply and hold it there. All of your secrets have always also been Jake’s. He’s waiting for an answer, trying not to panic.

“I’m pregnant.”

And there it is. Lingering in the air between you, you stare across at your best friend and watch those two words change absolutely everything. All at once, his face changes and his hands are reaching out for you. His hands curl around your waist, thumbs reaching towards the middle of your stomach. Jake hasn’t ever looked quite so much like his big brother.

In a split-second decision, you rush out a remedy. “It’s not yours.”

His hands still against your middle. The greens of his eyes are pale, empty, searching. He presses his lips into a line. “How can you know that?”

“The doctor said I’m ten weeks along already,” Your lie doesn’t feel good. As it’s leaving your lips, it feels hot and uncomfortable. It doesn’t change the look on Jake’s face at all. “It was before we even hooked up.”

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TreeHouse #3

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Belated Birthday Celebration | Choi San

-> Pairing: Choi San x GF!Reader

-> Request: No

-> Synopsis: Due to unforeseen circumstances, reader is unable to make San's birthday celebration so she makes one of her own.

-> Warnings: Cuteness. Mentions of an ill family member and reader feeling guilty.

-> Word Count: 452

-> Requests: Closed. I will make a post when they are open again.

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Y/N hurriedly lit the single candle on the small birthday cake as she heard the keys jingling in the lock to the dorm room, San shares with Seonghwa and Mingi. She only returned home an hour ago and felt bad that she couldn't celebrate his birthday with him and everyone else the night before. So while out of town visiting a sick family member, she, with the help of the others, managed to pull together a mini celebration for just her and San. 

Hongjoong and Jongho played the distraction, keeping the belated birthday boy in the studio recording parts of a song Jongho and San have been working on. Seonghwa, Mingi and Yunho helped with decorating the dorm and Wooyoung and Yeosang helped with the cake. Once everything was sorted and done, they all disbanded to go do their own things. 

Y/N takes a deep breath and puts on a smile, hoping to hide her guilt, as San walks into the room. His handsome face lights up at the sight before him.  

"Happy belated birthday, Babe," she says, her voice filled with love for the man standing before her. “I’m sorry I missed your actual birthday.” 

San walks over to her blowing out the candle before placing the cake on the counter behind her and wraps his arms around her in a tight hug. "Thank you, Y/N. This is amazing," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "And there's no need to apologize. Sometimes we’re placed in situations that are out of our control. You're here now and you did all of this for me."

“I love you,” she smiles, as a wave of relief washes over her

"I love you too,” he replies, pulling back just enough to place a short and sweet kiss to her lips. Seeing his genuine happiness and having his reassurance makes the guilt go away.

“I know it’s late but would you like some cake?” she asks, glancing at the cake and then back at him.

“I would love some cake!”   

Y/N goes to get a large knife from the wooden knife block, but San quickly stops her, knowing how accident prone she is in the kitchen.   

“Baby, I’ve got this,” he takes the knife from her and puts it back before grabbing two forks. “Let’s just eat it like this.”  

He guides her over to the dining table, pulls out a seat and sits down. Slapping his knee, he motions for her to sit on his lap. 

“Thank you for this,” he says kissing her shoulder once she’s situated on his lap and starts digging into the cake. 

“Oh, sweetie, we’re just getting started,” she smiles, letting him know she has more than cake planned. 

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Kisses

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN wipes Harry’a kisses off as a TikTok prank.

Based on this request.

YN knew whenever Harry arrived home, he would greet her with a peck and cuddle, so it was the perfect chance to perform the TikTok trend.

When she heard the front door opening, she quickly set up her phone to record the moment. “Baby?”. Harry’s voice called out in the background.

“‘m in the kitchen bubs!”. She called back as she chopped up some vegetables ready to cook dinner. Harry entered the room, smiling as he saw YN and a sleeping Grace in her bouncer. “How was your meeting?”.

“It was alright…glad to be back home with my girls!”. Harry slipped his hands around her waist, leaving a loving peck to her cheeks. YN brought her hand up and wiped across her cheek with the back of it. Harry took a double look, wondering if that had just happened. Involuntarily, his lips pouted a little. “Did you just wipe my kiss off?”.

“Hmm?”. YN found this prank difficult, especially when she felt her lips twitch, threatening to smile.

“You wiped my kiss off…you would never do that…wait a minute…this better not be one of those TikTok pranks again”. Harry teased with warning as he raised his eyebrows playfully. When YN’s laugh filled the room, as she gave up on her act, Harry’s question was answered. “C’mere!”. He pulled her closer, placing kisses all over her face. Cheeks, forehead, chin, nose and finally her lips.

“Cant believe you worked that one out quickly!”. YN spoke when she stopped laughing as Harry attached her with his lips.

“Well usually you’re like…give me kisses bubs, you haven’t kissed me for 10 seconds”.

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Here's a fun idea for a poll

Go forth and fight about the things that made me (this wont go badly for me at all lol)

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How to spot a... Hogwarts edition

How to spot a Slytherin

Common habitats: gothic cathedrals, 24-hour coffee shops, antique stores, art galleries, forbidden forests, the quietest spot in libraries, cemeteries, wandering around the city at night

Common behaviours: sarcastic, stubborn, bottles up a lot of their emotions, drinks coffee in the evening, swears a lot, has a small but close social circle, likes to dress up, has expensive taste, may suffer from resting b**** face, did I say sarcastic?

Other attributes: trench coats, leather journals, marble statues, fancy teacups, family heirlooms, black silk, French perfume, sly smirks, black and white photography, champagne

How to spot a Ravenclaw

Common habitats: overstocked libraries, fancy stationary shops, mysterious castles, vintage stores, under the stars, local museums, forests, quirky cafes

Common behaviours: writes pretty notes, has the best conversations at 2am, prefers nights in, gets frustrated if they don't get something first try, caffeine addicts, prefers cold weather, listens to classical music, has a million half-finished creative projects, likes to stargaze

Other attributes: leather bound notebooks, hot coffee, old books, the arts, fountain pens, tortoiseshell glasses, constellations, ink stains, vintage blazers, stolen glances, raindrops on windows

How to spot a Hufflepuff

Common habitats: independent book shops, cosy cafes, meadows, thrift stores, petting zoos, drive-in cinemas, local bakeries, snuggled up under their blanket

Common behaviours: always has a warm drink in hand, bakes when stressed, holds the door for strangers, tends to stick to their comfort shows/movies instead of watching something new, loves plants, dances in the kitchen

Other attributes: handwritten letters, fuzzy socks, quirky mugs, old sweaters, pressed flowers, bubble baths, vintage jewellery, sunlight cracking through curtains

How to spot a Gryffindor

Common habitats: outdoor concerts, record stores, old playgrounds, by the fireplace, retro diners, campsites, petting zoos, light festivals, treehouses, secret gardens

Common behaviours: gets along with everybody, takes the risk - no matter the odds, has an unbridled passion for oddly specific things, stands up for what's right, loves to make people laugh, nice but can come across as flirty

Other attributes: gold jewellery, fireworks, hot chocolate, quidditch matches, friendship bracelets, endless laughter, crunchy leaves on an autumn morning