#WHO GAVE THAT OTHER CHILD A MINIVAN!!!!!!

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this is the best preschool sports festival episode i've seen in my life

#crab watches #himesama goumon no jikan desu #WHO GAVE THAT CHILD THE SACRED SWORD EXCALIBER #WHO GAVE THAT OTHER CHILD A MINIVAN!!!!!! #god i love when worldbuilding is just. silly and fun

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State Champs!

Soccer-Mom! Miguel O’Hara x Top! Male Reader

Summary: Miguel and Y/n get ready for Gabriella’s football match, cheering her on while also dealing with a rather annoying parent. It’s all wholesome really, until…

warnings: fluff, wholesome, miguel almost gets into it with a mom

words: 3.2k

Miguel stood behind the car, hand on his hip while the other pointed out as he scanned for anything that he may have possibly missed from his last 4 internal check ups.

Water bottles? check. Snacks? check. Towels? check. First-aid kit? check. Chairs? check. Sunscreen? che-

He couldn’t find it.

“Mija! Dónde está el protector solar?” Miguel said, reaching into the trunk to see if it’s hiding in between the spaces or if he left it behind, but he swore he left in the car.

(where's the sunscreen?)

“Turn around, papa,” a soft voice spoke behind him.

Turning around he saw his daughter pointing at the sunscreen laying on top of the cooler while holding a football in her arm and her small bag slung over her shoulders.

“Oh, gracias mija. Now put your stuff down and let me put it on you.” He said, grabbing the sunscreen and flipping open the cap, applying some on his hands. Gabriella groaned but plopped her stuff on the floor and huffed at the cold sticky feeling as he quickly applied it on her skin.

“I don’t need it! I’ve gone out to a game without it before and everything was fine” she whined. Miguel paused and raised a brow at her face.

“When was that? The last time Y/n dropped you off before I showed up?” He questioned. Gabriella turned to look away, finding the trees rather fascinating today, nervously glancing back at his face.

“Haha, maybe?”

Miguel frowned, turning his head to look at the door you were fumbling to get through, tent and extra chair in your arms. After squeezing your way out, you locked eyes with Miguel’s hard stare and nervously smiling Gabriella in front of him. He covered his hands on her ears before baring his sharp canines at you.

“Tu puta madre! You let her play a game with no sunscreen?! She could’ve burned up!” Miguel hissed at you. You sunk your head into your shoulders and sheepishly met his eyes.

“I forgot? Silly mistake?” You apologized which didn’t seem to please the man much. He was about to say more to you when Gabriella gently took his hands off her ears and looked up at Miguel.

“Papa don’t be mean, I was just excited to play with the team before the game. Don’t be mad.” She softly said, using her puppy dog eyes that always incapacitated his anger. Miguel nostrils flared before offering a small apology to her and gave you another hard glare before putting her stuff in the trunk.

You let out a breath of relief, mouthing a thank you to the child, her replying in kind “you owe me one,” grinning before slipping into the back of the minivan. You realized you’ve been played by a child and huffed, chuckling to yourself as you walked up to Miguel who was lifting the cooler into the trunk.

“You know I’m sorry right, love?” You spoke, leaning into Miguel as you shoved the tent and chair at the side.

“You’re on thin ice right now, idiota.”

“Is it stable enough to still get a kiss?”

Miguel gruffed, turning to face you and gave a small peck on the lips. Not satisfied, you grabbed him by the hips as he turned to leave and pulled him into another kiss, lasting longer than the last. You were interrupted by Gabriella’s loud groaning.

“Get a room! The trunk is still open and I don’t wanna hear that.”

You laughed while Miguel gave you a pointed look, a small hint of blush on his cheeks. You both separated with him going to the driver’s seat after shutting the trunk closed and you entering the passengers door. Miguel pulled out of the driveway and into the road as you and Gabriella argued on what song to play, ultimately letting her win and sang a pop song. Miguel quietly singing along under his breath, drumming his fingers to the beat on the wheel. In between singing and talking you reached the football field that was held at the opposing team’s school.

Miguel had begun unpacking while you set up the tent a little bit far from Gabriella's team and closer to the other parents. Once everything was complete, you wiped the sweat forming on your brow and turned to face Miguel who was tying up Gabriella’s hair into a ponytail.

You smiled watching them, thinking back to four years ago during the first time you met him and later Gabriella. Miguel was always a bit of a grouch but when it came to her, he was as soft as a teddy bear. When you had first met him he had been a bit standoff-ish and serious, but after multiple run-ins at a local coffee shop, along with many cheesy flirtatious comments, you both developed hard feelings that sprung into a relationship. Miguel had been strict with putting Gabriella before him and how if she didn’t come to like you, he would end it. Luckily, Gabriella easily accepted you after noticing your positive influence on her father. He was smiling a lot more when it wasn’t just her and he’d become a softer person in general, though he still held a bite. You were quick to love Gabriella as well, enjoying the fun times you shared with messing with Miguel and bonding over random things. Miguel secretly loved it and played along with being a stickler.

You grabbed the camera and took a couple of shots before recording.

“Here we have our shining star ready to kick some falcon ass, isn’t that right champ?” You said, throwing up a fist which Gabriella returned before impishly smiling into the camera.

“I’m gonna pluck their stupid feathers out and wipe the floor with them!”

“Yeah! That’s the spirit!” You cheered, zooming in the camera on her and Miguel.

“Hey, there will be no cursing,” Miguel warned, staring at you and continuing, patting Gabriella on the shoulders to turn. “But you make sure you show them how the O’Hara’s play fútbol, mija. Especially that Maddison, don’t let her trip you on the ground or I will come out there.”

Gabriella looked up, scrunching her face at him. “You want to fight kids, Papa?”

“Me? No, no, no. Just if they mess with you, I’ll give their parent’s a stern talking.” Miguel said, placing a headband around her head. Gabriella squinted at him, knowing that it was probably a lie.

“Haha, you’re still fighting with them? Think you should end the war, babe.” You laughed.

Miguel had begun this feud with the girl’s parents as they had refused to put an end to their child’s action, much less not offering an apology to Gabriella. He let it go until it continued happening, but each time Gabriella had learned how to evade her "accidental" kicks. Miguel was only slightly mad at the child but more so at the parents encouraging her behavior. Now that Gabriella no longer fell for the girl’s tricks, the mother has resulted to insulting Miguel and Gabriella.

Whether it was with backhanded compliments or purely out of spite. You tried to intervene in their bickering, only to be shooed away and Miguel getting more frustrated at insults thrown your way. The woman’s husband guided her away, you doing the same with Miguel. You were more on the side of ignoring them and focusing more on Gabriella’s playing which so was Miguel, but he couldn’t help but defend his family.

“The second they start being civil is the day the war finally ends, amor.” He huffed, straightening Gabriella’s shirt.

“Just forget about them love. Today, we are going to have fun and school the other team. Ain’t that right Gabby?”

Gabriella gave you a nod, putting on her cleats and placing the ball in the arm. “I’m gonna crush them!” She said confidently, turning to leave, heading to her team before stopping when Miguel called out for her.

“Here take some water, you’re not hurting anyway right? Do you need something to eat? Might be good before-“

“Papa! I’ll be fine, stop worrying okay? you just watch me!” She interrupted with a small giggle.

“I know cariña, go have fun” He spoke softly, kissing the top of her forehead before sending her on her way again.

While he watched her leave and mingle with her team, you snaked your arms around his chest, putting your head on his shoulder.

“She’s going to be just fine love, quite the fighter you’ve raised.”

“You were there as well mi vida, I can’t help but feel scared that she’d get upset if she loses” Miguel muttered, leaning his head on yours. A warm smile crawled on your face.

“Then we’ll be there for her, like always right?” You said, pressing a kiss on his neck. “Now c’mon let’s sit and watch, hm? like we promised.”

Miguel nodded, following you back to the seats and waited for the match to start after their warm ups. Soon, the match begins to start with Gabriella standing at the center of the circle, her team behind outside while she shakes the opposing girl’s hand. At the sound of the whistle, Gabriella quickly kicks the ball forward and the game officially begins.

You sat back in your chair, taking some pictures of the action and sneaking a few of Miguel’s concentrated faces. Some of your personal favorites being when he smiled as Gabriella handled the ball, a cheer when she scored a goal and a displeased face when the ball was stolen from her.

This continued for sometime as you switched between recording and standing to cheer for her whenever she got a little close to the tent.

Smiling and waving after she dribbled the ball between her feet, confusing the opposing team as it slipped through their feet and to a teammate waiting on the outside. You laughed while Miguel shook his head, chuckling at her actions. She returned back to the center field, continuing to push against the other team. A break was then called after another winning score, Gabriella’s team running back to their coach.

Miguel had gone to offer water bottles and snacks to the coaches that happily agreed, leading a few children over to your tent.

Getting up, you began handing out supplies to the children and cracked a few jokes with them. While you watched over the kids, you glanced up to where Miguel stood a little bit close to the tent as Maggie’s mother walked up behind him, arms crossed.

Uh oh. This can’t be too good.

“Miguel! How great it is to see you!” She exclaimed, a smile straining on her face.

“The feeling is mutual, Susan.” Miguel said plainly.

“Saw your daughter out there and wanted to ask if you could tell her to pass it to her teammates more, my Maddie hasn’t had a chance.”

Miguel raised a brow at her.

“If you were paying attention, the ball’s been passed to everyone,” Miguel defended.

“Maybe you should tell her to stop going for my daughter’s ankles, she could actually focus on the game.” Miguel rebutted, a scowl forming on Susan’s face before disappearing and replaced with a fake smile.

“Oh it’s just kids being kids, not sure if you actually knew or just had nothing working up there.”

“I do but, I do love how you just don’t care about what anyone thinks of you.” Miguel jabbed, crossing his arms.

“That’s so crazy because I was thinking the exact same thing every time you wear that shirt, brave choice.”

“Thank you, I wish I could be as relaxed as you are about messiness.”

You could tell that this wasn’t going to end until they were physically pulled apart from each other. Though you did find it hot whenever Miguel got like this, whether it was fighting off single, married, divorced or Susan — whatever she was. You put one of the seemingly older girls in charge, promising extra snacks and walked up to your boyfriend trying to diffuse the situation.

“Hey Susan, don’t mind me, just need some extra hands with the girls, enjoy the game” you chirped, gently grabbing Miguel’s waist and gave him a knowing glance. He huffed, cursing in Spanish under his breath and turned to walk away until he quickly turned back to Susan after she crudely, a smug look on her face.

“Qué dijiste?”

(what did you say?)

Oh no.

“I said-“

“I know what you said gringa. Do not speak bad about y/n just because you and your husband are in marriage counseling,” Miguel hissed. Susan gasped, placing a hand on her chest and was about to speak more, but you quickly interrupted.

“Okay so we’re gonna go this way now, right babe?” You said, looking at Miguel who only glared daggers into the woman. “Yeah, let’s go.”

You both walked over back to the tent, Susan stood watching you before stomping off back to her own. Letting out a sigh of relief that it was over, you payed the older girl with the promised extra snacks. The girls had returned back to their team’s tent at the coaches call, some getting ready for their positions. You turned to your side were Miguel who quietly seething. Placing an arm on his shoulder and bringing your heads together.

“Did I take it too far?” Miguel muttered under his breath. You chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“A little bit, but she said some not so nice things as well sweetheart.”

Miguel grumbled before ultimately allowing himself to be pet by you, a slight pout on his lips. Even if he got a little angry sometimes, he always showed some remorse for his words, which made you love him even more.

“C’mon love, the game's about to start and I want to get the winning shot from Gabriella.” You cooed, wrapping a hand around his and sat back into your seats. The referee blew the whistle signaling that the break was over and both teams ran back onto the field. Gabriella wasn’t in the center anymore, but was placed far out on the left side of the field. Once the ball was kicked into play, the fierce battle for state champs went on.

The opposing team did better this round, but it wasn’t enough against Gabriella’s team and the match only got more heated from there. Miguel had gone to join the other parents out on the sidelines, cheering and shouting encouraging words to the team. You smiled fondly at his enthusiasm and took a couple of pictures of him out in the field and returned to filming the last few moments of the game.

Soon the game reached a boiling point with the last few minutes in the game, where one of Gabriella’s teammates was cornered by the other team. Dribbling the ball around before seeing Gabriella signaling to pass the ball to her, nodding as she kicked the ball in her direction. Gabriella sprinted after the ball and weaved between a defender, legs burning as she ran faster. Sizing up the goalie she pauses and readies her swing, aiming for the upper right net. The goalkeeper sees this and just as she was about to kick, she reaches high to stop her only to realize that she had been juked, feeling the ball whiz past her left side.

The timer stopped and Gabriella’s team erupted in cheers, surrounding her as she excitedly jumped up into the air. You and Miguel did the same with him shouting and loudly proclaiming, “That’s my Gabby! Ese es mi hija!” Clapping his hands and whistling as a few parents laughed and joined. Gabriella turned to help the opposing goalie off the grass and thanked her for the game before taking off to your tent.

Miguel fell to his knees and opened his arms to embrace Gabriella, praising and congratulating her on winning. He then lifted her into the air, doing a little spin before placing her on her shoulders. You cooed at the display, making sure to record every minute of it until Gabriella pointed at you, wanting for you to join them. You walked towards them, pumping your fists in the air before opening your palm for her to hit.

“Did you see? Did ya see me hit that shot?!” She excitedly yelled, hitting your palm and wrapping her hands around it, shaking it profusely.

“Of course! Got it all on video, haha” You laughed, going to tickle her side.

“How does it feel to be state champ, champ?” You asked, watching her think about it before laughing.

“It feels great! I knew I was always gonna win because O’Hara’s always win! Right, Papa?” She giggled, bending down to look at Miguel’s face.

“That’s right mija, you did amazing out there. I’ll always be proud of you, even if you were to lose cariña.” Miguel said warmly, bringing her off his shoulders to hug her once more, pulling you in as well. You wrapped your hand around the both of them, pecking them on the head before breaking.

“Haha let’s celebrate! Go and invite your team for some ice cream down the street.” You said, patting her back. “We can take a few with us if their parents don’t mind. It’s on me!”

“No, it’s on me amor.” Go and tell the mija,” Miguel attested, beginning a small fight over who gets to pay for the children, ending with you ultimately letting him win and sharing a kiss. Gabriella groaned at your display of affection before smiling and running off to tell her friends.

You both watched on as the team erupted in cheers, some running off to tell their parents while others packed their stuff to join Gabriella.

“You wanted to be the cool one with the kids, didn’t you?” You purred into his ear. Miguel looked away with a small blush on his face, embarrassed to be caught.

“Those kids already love you, amor. They think I’m the scary one.” Miguel pouted, to which you softly laughed.

“You’ve got a point, love. They just haven’t seen you outside your grouch form.”

Miguel rolled his eyes at your joke, a small smiling creeping on his face. You both talked with the few children that decided to join Gabriella. Taking down your set up, you all marched back to the minivan and loaded everything into the car. The children talked amongst each other as Miguel drove towards the ice cream shop. You placed a hand on his thigh, giving him a soft smile. Miguel returned your smile with his own which was followed by some giggles. Gabriella whining for you both not to be gross and in love in front of her friends.

The car was filled with laughter as you continued on to your destination, leaving the sun behind.

continue? if you must, but don’t if you wish to remain in la la land, no one will blame you.

(it’s short don’t worry :])

a/n: whaaaa I loved making this one, got me squealing while making this. per usual, i hope y’all like this one. it’s a bit out of the norm of me writing smut here, but this was fun to write. i will now be continuing working on your guys requests that you’ve sent in since this is completed.

up next: reader request! villain reader x miguel o’hara?? dun, dun, duuunnnnn.

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Hitagi Honeymoon

025

And now for the epilogue, or rather, the punch line.

The day after returning from my trip to Oku-Nikko in Tochigi Prefecture, on which we had used up our extra day visiting the Oya History Museum, I was greeted by none other than Chief Kouga of Naoetsu Station's Hearsay Department, and her boss, the ever-youthful Gaen-san, with whom I had not met in so long that I couldn't recall the last time. They gave me an incredibly intense scolding, one that made me wonder if it was really possible for a person to be scolded so much, let alone a working adult like myself— I would have understood if I were still in high school or even a university student. In all honesty, I felt like crying.

Part of me wanted to retort, to ask what reward this was for having devoted myself to my job in the midst of my honeymoon. But, if their chastisement was meant not for me, but for Shinobu, who is under my care and protection, I had no choice but to willingly accept it.

After all, it is the parent who bears the responsibility for their child.

That night, the shooting star I had witnessed— Oshino Shinobu— had not used her own legendary sword, the "Aberration Killer" derived from Shishirui Seishirou’s “Kokorowatari,” to brilliantly slash through the overcast sky.

As the name suggests, that mythical blade was specialized in slaying aberrations and couldn’t cut through even the frail human skin. Therefore, it was utterly incapable of cutting through clouds, raindrops, or even water vapor— it was beyond dull.

Had the rain we encountered been the trick of a nine-tailed fox, the sword would have displayed its maximum effect, but it was nothing more than an extremely common, natural phenomenon.

So what was the great sword that my shooting star had wielded that night?

It turns out that this was related to the temporary closure of the Treasure Museum at Futarasan Chugu Shrine, located next to Lake Chuzenji. Just before Hitagi had charged up Irohazaka in her minivan, Shinobu had slipped out of my shadow in the midst of the crowds while I was lost in a daydream, or rather meditation, and warped to Chugu shrine. From there, she managed to swipe the sacred blade, Nenekirimaru, that was on display in the Treasure Museum.

Yes, warped.

No, it wasn't vampiric skill, it was the connection between both shrines acting as a navigation— in any case, Shinobu daringly took a shortcut up Irohazaka, and ended up bringing out a national treasure-class Japanese sword, without permission.

With that legendary sword, she dispelled the smoky rainclouds.

All for the purpose of gifting us a starry night sky.

"You know, Koyomin, taking out Nenekirimaru for your own use is a serious crime on its own. But changing the weather? That's a huge deal. Hasn’t Kouga told you that the air is connected all around the world? By clearing the skies above Senjougahara, do you realize how many areas suffered heavy downpours as a result? Everywhere but where you were— Tochigi Prefecture, the Killing Stone— turned into a rainstorm like a fox's wedding. It’s such a disaster that Tamamo-no-Mae's revival is nothing in comparison. Seriously, I wouldn't be surprised if there were landslides all over the place. It's just a coincidence that there wasn't any significant damage.”

I had hoped Gaen-san would praise me when we met again, but to the utmost disappointment— as far as I know, I'm the only one who's ever been scolded so much by this gentle, ageless and wise lady.

"Yes, neither my honor student Kouga, nor Yotsugi, Kaiki, or even Meme, have ever experienced a scolding like this."

"Heh.”

"What are you laughing at, Koyomin? We're not done lecturing you. You seem to be in high spirits. Did something good happen?”

Oh yeah.

Though I only managed to peek through some of what the big-picture-seeing Hawaiian-shirt guy was thinking, it felt like I'd sorta surpassed him─ Of course, after exhibiting its remarkable cutting ability, Nenekirimaru was returned to the treasure museum.

Neither chipped nor dulled, and with a sheen to rival even the stars themselves, it had grown even more radiant.

Well, if that hadn't been the case I would have gotten the chop. Professionally and biologically speaking.

It didn’t turn out that way, and I ended up not having to have visiting hours with the missus at the prison, and this is all thanks to Gaen-san who pulled out all the stops under the sun. I can’t be thankful enough, and I must likewise thank Kanbaru Suruga.

I don't plan on digging deep into how she pulled it off, or who she pulled her strings with, however, Kanbaru had apparently already figured out where Shinobu was before we reached Senjougahara.

She's on par with the CIA.

And sadly, she wasn't in time for the theft of the Nenekirimaru, but at that point in time, Shinobu’s plan was pretty drastic—I won't go into the details, but had it been executed, it wouldn’t have been just the sky that was cut apart; Tochigi Prefecture itself might have been cut clean in two, just like the Utsunomiya Gyoza Statue or the stone. However, before it could be carried out, the missing girl was discovered and, after a big showdown reminiscent of six years ago, the situation was realistically alleviated; this was all Kanbaru Suruga.

It wasn’t that she saw no evil, spoke no evil, and heard no evil.

She saw, spoke, and she made her hear.

I was grateful for that alone, but when Kanbaru, the medical student, got involved in Shinobu's cloudy sky surgery plan, even Gaen-san couldn't bring herself to execute us— Kanbaru's mother was her one and only Achilles heel.

We were protected by our junior’s prestige.

The epitome of a life lived through connections.

"Well, well, Gaen-senpai, that's enough. Despite everything, Assistant Inspector Araragi has done the bare minimum of what he was expected to do,” said Chief Kouga, offering me a follow-up in the end— though it came too late.

"The Killing Stone split as naturally as the weather. If you guys who tore through the cloudy sky say so, it can't be wrong. For now, at least."

“For now? You're leaving room for doubt, Chief Kouga."

"It's a weak doubt though. The Killing Stone might feel lonely if we assert that there's no nine-tailed fox, like Toshogu Shrine would be lonely without Hidari Jingorou. I want to try those Nasu dishes someday too."

With that last remark, Chief Kouga concluded her lecture, in her own peculiar way. Anyhow, that marked the climax of the honeymoon for the Araragi couple.

Ah, well...

No more the Araragi couple— that was in the past.

The beginning of our story was about Senjougahara Hitagi marrying Araragi Koyomi, and thus becoming Araragi Hitagi. In order to mourn the loss of her family name, we decided to go on a honeymoon in Tochigi Prefecture. It was filled with countless twists and turns, but looking back on the trip, there was no question that it was wonderful. However, before long, the very foundation of its meaning was turned upside down.

Despite getting married, Hitagi continued to work at the Japanese branch of her foreign finance firm. Shortly after our honeymoon, she found herself modestly involved in a historic event— or rather, it would be modest to say that she was involved, because in truth she was at the heart of the storm.

It would seem that, while her cell phone had been turned off during our time in Senjougahara, an unimaginable, man-made global economic crisis had struck somewhere on Earth, and her company bore the brunt of it. Being in the thick of it all, there was no way I could stay out of the matter either, and I ended up getting involved as both a husband and an FBI trainee— in the end, we handled it.

It was a hard-won battle with some underhanded tricks thrown in, but we persevered.

As the price for regaining tranquility, however, our little family— Hitagi, me, and our daughter— had to make a major change in our lives for at least a short while. Both the boathouse and the trailer house needed to be given up.

In a word, we were now part of the Witness Protection Program.

We had to change our names entirely and wait patiently for the storm to pass. Hence, we are no longer Araragi Koyomi or Senjougahara Hitagi; not even Araragi Hitagi. Neither Oshino Shinobu nor Araragi Shinobu.

Separate surnames, separate identities.

It must be rare for a family to deal with the delicate issue of shared surnames in such a dynamic fashion, but it was so like us. We had no idea how long we'd have to live like this until the dust settles, but I’m genuinely happy to have shared this unique experience with my dear wife and beloved daughter. Perhaps this is what one should call true family unity. Once again, we find happiness in sharing mercilessly poured misfortunes, and I believe we are the happiest in the world.

It is not the happy end.

Our happiness has only just begun.

Hmm? So, what's the new name for our family, you ask? Come now, it's not raining, so don't go pouring such stand-offish questions. We’ve been together so long, after all, you’re like family to me.

We will disappear for a while.

Once you miss us, you can call out to us however you like.

Author’s Afterword

Translator’s Afterword

#ikusamonogatari #translation #monogatari series #araragi koyomi

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Cheerleader Eddie AU, Pulling Your Strings

TW: Chrissy's Eating Disorder plays a heavy part in the beginning of this chapter so here's a heads up. Read with caution.

Chrissy Cunningham was eight years old when she learned her value as a person was tied to her weight. It was the day before second grade when her mom had come home with a new back to school wardrobe for her to try on. Like most little girls, Chrissy was excited when she saw the pink ribbons and purple butterfly patterns. Her mom sitting on the edge of her bed and waiting for her to try everything on. But as she pulled the dress over her head with the glee only a child could have when it came to new clothes, Chrissy struggled. Her arms just barely fitting through the sleeveless top and the skirt tightly hugging her stomach in a way that made it stick out.

"I think it's too small." Chrissy still vividly remembered the face her mother made when she stepped out. A combination of disappointment and what she could only now describe as faux sympathy.

"But you were this size last year." Her mom said as she looked Chrissy over. "How did you get so big?"

Big meant fat. And fat was bad. She'd heard the way her mother talked about other women enough to know this was bad. And at only eight years old she burst out into tears, she didn't want to be fat. But her mom had an easy solution to her problem.

"Here, I know how to fix this but you can't tell daddy, okay?"

After eating, if she even ate at all, she would go to the bathroom and stick her finger down the back of her throat until her stomach was empty. When she cane out of the bathroom after dinner that night, ber mother looked so proud. Like it was something normal for an eight year old to be doing. Nothing but the best for Laura Cunningham's daughter.

Except for now, here she was. On the floor, watching as her mother stormed into her room with a look of absolute rage on her face as she pulled a still half naked Eddie off her bed. Glancing over at the doorway, Chrissy so her father quietly standing over to the side, completely silent as always. Her mother? Not so much.

"Who do you think you are? Coming in here and defiling my little girl, I'll have your arrested-"

"Mom, please! Stop!" Chrissy found herself jumping between her mother and Eddie. The woman's eyes widening at Chrissy speaking back to her before narrowing as she let go of Eddie. "I-I thought you were at the lakehouse." The cheerleader stumbled for words as she felt the pit in her stomach growing.

"We got a call from the Carvers, Michael said you got in a fight with his son. I came back home to talk some sense into you but it seems you're already too busy letting this, this trash take advantage of you."

"He wasn't taking advantage of me mom!" Chrissy protested.

"So you were what? Cheating on your boyfriend with any boy that would have you?"

"Jason's not my boyfriend!" Chrissy snapped, finally letting the pent up anger start to seep out. "And Eddie's not just any boy, but it's not like you'd notice. You've got your head shoved so far up Jason's ass, people would think you're the one dating him!"

"Excuse me?" Chrissy watched her mother's face turn up in a sneer. "Chrissy, you don't know what you're saying. Let's just go downstairs and talk this out-"

"No. I'm not going downstairs mom." Chrissy glared as she turned back to Eddie who was struggling to get dressed now that the attention was off him. "I'm eighteen now. I can make my own decisions." The girl grabbing Eddie by the crook of his left elbow and pulling him closer much to his and her mother's confusion. "Like who my boyfriend is. And Eddie's my boyfriend now."

"He is?"

"I am?"

Eddie's confused excitement and her mother's shocked horror gave Chrissy enough confidence to storm out of the room with the boy in tow. Ignoring her mother's voice calling out as she felt her heartbeat in her eardrums. The adrenaline coursing through her veins until she found herself in the back of Eddie's minivan. Her hand still tightly hiding onto Eddie as she began to finally let her body shake. The impact of what she'd just said hitting her all at once and Chrissy felt her chest start to tighten and she began to heave.

'What did I just do?' The redhead asked herself and the panic began to set in. 'I can't believe it. Oh God, shes going to hate me. Why did I say that?' Tears started to fall as she felt Eddie's long arms wrap around her, cradling her body as she began to openly sob.

"Hey, hey," his voice whispered into Chrissy's ear as he rocked her in an attempt at comfort. "It's okay."

It wasn't. Nothing about what happened was okay, but in Eddie's arms she could almost be convinced that it was.

"Did you mean what you said?" The boy asked when she managed to calm herself down a little, handing her his handkerchief to wipe her face off with.

"What part?"

"The...boyfriend part?" He asked unsure.

"...yeah."

"Yeah?"

"I mean, if that's okay with you." Chrissy allowed a small grin to cross her face as Eddie nodded vehemently.

"Yeah. It's way more than okay. "

"Then...maybe we should go back to your place. Where there's no interruptions?"

"Oh....oh, yeah, we can definitely do that." Chrissy giggled as she watched him scramble into the driver's seat. As she began to adjust in the back of the minivan, somewhere in the distance, the cheerleader could hear the sound of a clock chiming.

#stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things au #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #eddissy #hellcheer #eddie x chrissy #cheerleader eddie munson #cheerleader au #tw: ed

[aprilbrowines]

Scp erased Chapter 3: the boys are back

Summary: It's been awhile since we seen what giovanni and the boys are doing let's see.

Molly…was confused to say the least. One minute she was taking stock of plushies at her family’s toy shop and the next she was sitting on a couch next to Fred and Ben while a butler was playing guitar hero with flamethrower. Mr. Deeds got the high score as flamethrower signs in defeat.

“Aw man! I was so close.” He said as he wiped sweat from his brow “You did quite well master dante.” Mr. Deeds replies giving Flamethrower some water.

“It’s my turn!” Fred said

“No it’s mine!” Ben argues

Hearing her stomach growls she got off the couch and went to the kitchen as Ben and Fred fight for who gets to play against Mr. Deeds. She sees Giovanni and Crusher enjoying some pizza.

“Uh Boss?”

“Huh Oh hey Bear trap, ya hungry?” Giovanni asks Molly who was hesitant at first but her stomach growled as the smell of hot and ready pizza invaded her nose.

She nods as Giovanni gives her the pizza box, she was confused at first till she felt the weight and warmth of the pizza. Opening it reveals a plain cheese pizza making her eyes widen in surprise.

“Pretty cool huh.” Giovanni smirks

Molly takes a slice of the pizza and eats it, the taste was just amazing as she eats more of it. “Giovanni what is-”

“It’s one of my magical bounties, Bear trap.” He said finishing his slice “You’ve met mr. D already.” He points at the butler who was playing with Fred. Finishing her slice she looks at the butler and then Giovanni.

“Wait Magical?!” She said confused

He nods, taking her little hand to his bedroom. Once they were inside he showed her the treasure chest that was on his bed in all its glory.

“Now they may not look as cool at first glance,” he said, opening the chest, “but when used they can bring me to the top of villainy!” He digs in the chest and pulls out a nerf gun.

“Like this!” He holds it up grinning with joy “This baby can nerf stuff, Watch and be Amazed!” He goes to an open window and aims at an unsuspecting ferrari. Once targeted he shoots as the nerf dart flies towards the automobile and hits it, turning the once bright cherry red luxury ride into a dull brick lemon of a minivan.

“Wow boss, that's pretty impressive.”

“I know right? That’s not all!” He puts the gun away and shows her a dartboard, an old key, and some pictures.

The pictures include Fred driving a luxury car, Flamethrower on a white sandy beach, Spike playing in a rock band as lead guitarist, Crusher with Giovanni having a romantic dinner, and Ben eating a giant cheeseburger.

“Anyway we’re gonna do some crimes with this stuff, wanna join?” he asks her

Molly was worried, not about the crimes but for Giovanni’s safety.

“I don’t know boss…I still have work to do and-”

“Say no more, I can just get mr. deeds to do your job for you.” He said going into the closet to fish out something. “Just ring the bell and he’ll do the job.”

She was conflicted about Giovanni's idea, on one side she can take a well deserved break from the toy shop but on the other side she didn’t want to burden the butler with her problems. He pulls out a child sized banzai blaster outfit heavily modified with bear ears on the helmet. “Bingo” he gave Molly the costume

“You can change in the bathroom. If you need me I'll be in the living room telling the rest of my boys my brilliant plan!”

She looked at the costume amazed by the handy work, “Uhhh ok boss.” She said going to the bathroom to change.

A couple of minutes later Molly writes a small list of errands she needed to do, Giovanni was putting the last stuff in the trunk before calling out to her.

“Beartrap you ready yet?”

“Almost Boss.”

She looks at the list one last time before she rings the silver bell, Mr. Deed appears in front of her. Before he could speak she gave him the list.

“These are things that need to be done, Please and thank you.” she said politely

“Very well Miss Blyndeff.”

She went to Giovanni and the boys as they headed off to do some crime. As Fred was driving his friends to their target Molly looked at the map with slight confusion.

"Uhhh boss?" she asks "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere that betrayed my trust." he growls

#scp erased #ee giovanni #ee molly #giovanni's boys #crossover #scp foundation #fanfiction

[rosendust]

April 21, 2007

Im not sure if my psychedelic journey really started when I was seven. But, when I ask my heart about the first time my consciousness shifted, this is her answer. 

It is always difficult to start a story when it is your own. I wish I could create a character out of my past, but my old self never stops evolving. How can I capture my 7 year old self with the strokes of my keyboard when her existence transcends time and space. The order is too tall, so for the sake of my own healing, I will speak of her in the present tense. 

-- The moment I woke up that day, I knew something was different. Today was April 21st 2007 : 21/7=3 : It was a perfect triangle day. I was born on a “different type” of triangle day (4*5=20). Each time there was a triangle day, I knew something memorable was going to happen. I laid in bed for a while, and watched the leaves play shadow puppets on my bedroom wall. They would play out my favorite story: that of time. The leaves would never be in the same pattern, or let in the same light. I could never ask them to replay a scene, because it was never about me. I was honored they even let me watch their dance with time. I didn’t have to be a person when I saw time pass, I could just be. But, eventually, my dad would call me to start the day, and I would be reminded of my role in this world. Today, I was supposed to be a 7 year old girl. Most days I was supposed to be this role, and I was reminded of it when I forgot. Today was different. No father was calling me to come downstairs and eat my breakfast. Actually, no one was calling me to be the 7 year old girl either. This was confusing since I had spent 7 years on this earth being told who I was supposed to be through a series of morning rituals, but today... the rituals stopped. 

No one was upstairs either. Everyone was gone, and no one had told me. I usually liked being alone, because it meant that I could continue to be silent and observe. Maybe I felt comfort in being alone because I always knew someone would eventually look for me. This was the first time no one was coming for me. I could feel it. 

I slowly made my way down each step. I usually liked to make each step as quiet as possible; the squeaking of the old wood made me feel like the house was hurting beneath my feet. I went to go say hi to my mom like I did every morning. She had been sleeping in the living room because her hospice bed was too large to bring upstairs. When I got to her, she wasn’t awake; she looked so tired. She was always awake when I came to see her in the mornings. My dad and brothers were no where to be found, so it was just me and her. I stared at her the way i stared at the leaves casting their shadows on the wall. I felt invisible, observing the flow of time. But this time, time was slower than I had ever seen it be. It was heavy too. The shadows on my moms face weren’t moving the way the leaves had been. The life was leaving her shadows, and her the light was getting lighter. I knew something was happening to her, and that she would have to live within me from that day forward. 

My dad walked in with my 5 year old brother; he had just dropped my 9 year old brother off at his friends house. I was reminded of my role again, and shook off my realization. 7 year olds should not have to carry this weight, so I should just pretend I didn’t know. My dad took me to my friends house soon after, and my friend and I went to the community park. We ran to the only tree to shelter us from the sun. I laughed and danced around the tree with her; I want to feel free one last time. Her dad fed me candy from easter, and I deviously accepted. I knew candy was not allowed in my house, but I was as much an addict as any other child was. I quickly hid the candy when I saw the red minivan pull up and my dad step out. I ran up the hill as I swished spit around my mouth to hid the scent of sugar on my breath. I gave him a hug as he picked me up and put me in my booster seat. He got in the car and sat there for a moment. He didn’t turn the car on and turn on NPR. He didn’t even put on his seat belt. His ritual was disturbed by something, so I sat in silence until he told me his reasons. Turning around slowly, his eyes eventually locked with mine. I was not used to the redness of his whites, or the layer of liquid that sat at his water line. This was a new father that I had not met before. His voice was stoic, and he maintained eye contact with me as he said in Icelandic: “Your mother has died”. My bones began to become heavy with truth. I felt gravity for the first time. I was a 7 year old girl, and now, I just I am. 

#story #life #coming of age #death #shiftinconsciousness

[ttkwritterblog]

AGTI_Fight or flight but you have traumas and aint no birdie (deleted scene)

The witch keeps yapping cheerfully about everything and anything while cutting everyone else off every other second. And it's getting on your nerves. 

You grab the empty wine bottle next to you and hold it over the bitch head, ready to strike.

 Rust put his hand over yours and harshly pulled it down.

 _______ 

While you like to think you have okay self-control and can also stand up for yourself, you found your body twitching ever so slightly as her pitchy voice rose and rose. The supposed sister of yours is tearing you a new piece, for what you are unsure for she keeps on rambling. 

The whole house is empty as most of the gang has to attend some monster kingdom meeting with the king, while the others decide to go on a spontaneous road trip. You regret not having the courage to ask to join either party, even the burning sensation of a sore limp, the threats of death and the fucking boredom are better than this.

 You felt your hand trembling as the older girl whipped her head to you harshly with a glare filled so much with hatred that could kill a monster with just the killing intent. Your mind blurred as she grabbed you harshly and pulled you along with her as she walked down the hall. 

"What?" You asked as she stopped at the front door, hand already snatched the phone from your hand and opened the door. "Get out." She said. 

You take a step back at the sudden request. "Huh? why?" You managed to slur out.

 "I said get out!" She snapped, and you flinched back as anger threatened to boil over in her hazel eyes, "I can't deal with you right now, just-" she sighed, "get out." The pretty girl seemed defeated like you have pushed her over the edge or crossed some invisible lines- but you haven't! right? You did the chores, you stayed out of her way, you kept your mouth shut- you did- you did everything! 

Looking at the older woman, you suddenly feel like you're thirteen again, stupid, full of angst and heartbreaks. A child who let no one step over them, who bit and crawl themself out of trouble. A child who still wilted at the slightest glare their version of this woman gave them, huddle to themself at the shove, the slaps, the bruising grips. A young teenager who is confused about why their sister despited them so much, why their mother never stops the sister, why is father never around, why-

Your lips parted but no words came out. It doesn't matter as she didn't wait for an answer as she pushed you out the door and locked it. 

The wind picked up ever so slightly as the storm rolled around the block but all you can think about is the woman who bore so many similarities with your adopted little sister. The same woman who vanished off the face of the earth so soon after she dropped the little girl in front of your family's doorstep. Small drops of water started falling onto you and quickly became full-blown rain. All that you can think of is how fitting it is, as a cold pool of dread forms in your gut.

You wonder what's different in this universe from yours.

Maybe your counterpart was never sad or angry enough to spill their guts out.

For the first time in forever, you dare to feel glad Daisy never met Adella. 

You glad, no, graceful your brother who pushed you to speak that night.

 ______________ 

You watch as car after car drove past the forest and park in front of the yard after God know how long. The rain was coming to a stop slowly as the monsters got out of the cars one by one, similar to how a clown alley walking out of a minivan. The thought makes you crackle enough to choke on your spits.

 Not long after that most of them spotted you, drenched in water sitting at the doorstep and waving at them. Trembling.

 "Heya?" You started, your eyes drifted to the side of the forest as the bad sanses emerged from, grumbling about rain and mud and what a pain it is to remove. You noted that no one returned your greeting and instead opted to eye you weirdly. 

Rude.

"Why are ya out here kid?" Red grunted out, Rust already shrugged off his jacket and offered it to you, you shook your head to the kind skeleton, there's no point in drenching the jacket when you can just walk in the house now.

 Curse you and your inability to see the future. Of course, the one day where you wake up to an empty house with the devil reincarnation was the day you forgot to bring your keys, wallet and extra phone with you. Never again are you gonna get caught off guard like this.

 "Gosh Human, You Are Shaking," Jupiter muttered softly, now all eyes are on you for real, even Killer seems to be looking, and the dude is as blind as a bat. "Forgot my keys... and phone." You slurred out, shivering against the cold breeze. 

"...let's get you inside and warm up," Comic said as Roman led you toward the now-opened front door. God, you can only hope you won't catch a cold, but with your luck? Let's just hope it won't make you bedridden.

---------------------

Waking up has never been a good sensation, but it worsens when you're sick. As you open your eyes you can only feel agony spread across the meaty body. Your bone aches and your head is throbbing like someone just gave you a concussion on a silver plate. Your skin is sticky and weirdly uncomfortable, every inch of your muscles feels like it has torn itself apart.

Sitting up is a bad idea and standing up was even worse.

As soon as you steady yourself upright, you're winded bad enough to fall and almost give yourself a real concussion. You shouldn't catch yourself with your hands, 'cause now everything is ringing, you must have hit your funny bone. Maybe you just need to lie down a bit, it certainly can't make everything worse, right?

You flopped onto the floor with a dull thug, grabbing the worn-out throw blanket, you wrapped yourself up, shielding yourself from the cold temperature. Might as well take a nap, it's not like anyone gonna looking for you at ass o'clock in the morning. You can feel your consciousness slowly drift away.

You woke up to your name being called frantically.

Or you think it's your name, 'cause it sounds muffled like someone took medical cotton and stuffed it into your ears then sealed it in with wax. 

You can feel your body being shaken borderline violently. Begrudgingly you open your eyes to see 'Princess Celestia- human bones version' too close for your comfort. You would curse him out for waking you up from your free trial of death if not for your coughing fit. Looking up you can see at least two to three other figures in your room, all looking like you just keeled over and died and now they have to deal with a body-

_________

An hour later, in the living room and on the god-forsaken green couch, you're officially on house watch for being sick. The skeletons are super duper worried for your health and have decided to always have two skeletons watch you just so you wouldn't crumple into a husk of a body. You would call bull shits, laugh at their ugly fucking skulls and waltz back to your room if you have the strength right now.

Then you see it, and from the corner of your eyes you see a blurring blob of blue slowly approaching, you would assume it's Comic if he somehow became taller three hours ago. And get meat and skin. And a blonde wig. 'Not Comic' cooed at you condescendingly while his hand softly reached your forehead, cold but soft skin touching your burning hot one. 

That's a human hand.

"Oh you poor thing," Adella said, tutting at you with empathy like the bitch didn't know you were outside, she locked you out there hours ago.

Your pseudo-sister strokes your face gently, and you almost lean into her touch amid a fever. And then the hand was gone, the nerve of this bitch.

#reader insert #rough draft #undertale #undertale fanfiction #AGTI #AGTI draft #draft #deleted scene

[jdgo51]

God Guides the Wise

Today's inspiration comes from:

Because of Bethlehem

by Max Lucado

Holiday time is highway time.

"'Ever since the magi packed their bags for Bethlehem, the birth of Jesus has caused people to hit the road. Our Christmas trips have a lot in common with the one of the wise men. We don’t camp with camels, but we have been known to bump into a knobby-kneed in-law on the way to the bathroom. We don’t keep an eye out for star lights, but flashing lights of the highway patrol? We watch for them at every curve. And we don’t ride in a spice-road caravan, but six hours in a minivan with four kids might have made the wise men thankful for animals.

It’s not always ho ho ho on the high, high highway. Extended time in the car reveals human frailties.

Dads refuse to stop. They hearken back to the examples of their forefathers. Did the pioneers spend the night at a Holiday Inn? Did Lewis and Clark ask for directions? Did Joseph allow Mary to stroll through a souvenir shop on the road to Bethlehem? By no means. Men drive as if they have a biblical mandate to travel far and fast, stopping only for gasoline.

And children? Road trips do to kids what a full moon does to the wolf man. If one child says, “I like that song,” you might expect the other to say, “That’s nice.” Won’t happen. Instead the other child will reply, “It stinks and so do your feet.”

There is also the issue of JBA — juvenile bladder activity. A child can go weeks without going to the bathroom at home. But once on the road, the kid starts leaking like secrets in Washington. On one drive to Colorado, my daughters visited every toilet in New Mexico.

The best advice for traveling with young children is to be thankful they aren’t teenagers. Teens are embarrassed by what their parents say, think, wear, eat, and sing. So for their sakes (and if you ever want to see your future grandchildren), don’t smile at the waitstaff, don’t breathe, and don’t sing with the window down or up.

It’s wiser to postpone traveling with children until they are a more reasonable age — like forty-two.

Christmas and travel. The first has a way of prompting the second and has done so ever since the delegation from the distant land came searching for Jesus. Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the reign of King Herod. About that time some wise men from eastern lands arrived in Jerusalem, asking,

Where is the newborn king of the Jews? — Matthew 2:1-2 NLT

Matthew loved the magi. He gave their story more square inches of text than he gave the narrative of the birth of Jesus. He never mentions the shepherds or the manger, but he didn’t want us to miss the star and the seekers. It’s easy to see why. Their story is our story. We’re all travelers, all sojourners.

In order to find Jesus, every one of us needs direction. God gives it. The story of the wise men shows us how.

We have seen His star in the East and have come to worship Him. — Matthew 2:2 NKJV

God uses the natural world to get our attention. Earth and stars form the first missionary society.

The heavens declare the glory of God. — Psalm 19:1 NKJV

In order to find Jesus, every one of us needs direction. God gives it.

As Paul wrote,

The basic reality of God is plain enough. Open your eyes and there it is! By taking a long and thoughtful look at what God has created, people have always been able to see what their eyes as such can’t see: eternal power, for instance, and the mystery of his divine being. — Romans 1:19-20 MSG

God led the wise men to Jerusalem with a star. But to lead them to Jesus, He used something else:

King Herod was deeply disturbed when he heard this, as was everyone in Jerusalem. He called a meeting of the leading priests and teachers of religious law and asked, “Where is the Messiah supposed to be born?” “In Bethlehem in Judea,” they said, “for this is what the prophet wrote: ‘And you, O Bethlehem in the land of Judah, are not least among the ruling cities of Judah, for a ruler will come from you who will be the shepherd for my people Israel.’ — Matthew 2:3-6 NLT

The star sign was enough to lead the magi to Jerusalem. But it took Scripture to lead them to Jesus.

People see signs of God every day. Sunsets that steal the breath. Newborns that bring tears. Migrating geese that stir a smile. But do all who see the signs draw near to God? No. Many are content simply to see the signs. They do not realize that the riches of God are intended to turn us toward Him.

Perhaps you do not understand that God is kind to you so you will change your hearts and lives. — Romans 2:4 NCV

The wise men, however, understood the purpose of the sign.

They followed it to Jerusalem, where they heard about the scripture. The prophecy told them where to find Christ. It is interesting to note that the star reappeared after they learned about the prophecy. The star “came and stood shining right over the place where the Child was” (Matthew 2:9, emphasis mine).1 It is as if the sign and word worked together to bring the wise men to Jesus.

The ultimate aim of all God’s messages, both miraculous and written, is to shed the light of Heaven on Jesus.

They came to the house where the Child was and saw Him with His mother, Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped Him. They opened their gifts and gave Him treasures of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. — Matthew 2:11 NCV

Behold the first Christian worshippers. The simple dwelling became a cathedral. Seekers of Christ found Him and knelt in His presence. They gave Him gifts: gold for a king, frankincense for a priest, and myrrh for his burial.

They found the Christ because they heeded the sign and believed the scripture.

Noticeably absent at the manger were the scholars of the Torah. They reported to Herod that the Messiah would be born in Bethlehem. Did they not read the prophecy? Yes, but they did not respond to it. You’d think at a minimum they would have accompanied the magi to Bethlehem. The village was near enough. The risk was small enough. At worst they would be out the effort. At best they would see the fulfillment of prophecy. But the priests showed no interest. The wise men earned their moniker because they did.

Their hearts were open to God’s gift. The men were never the same again. After worshiping the Christ child, “they departed for their own country another way” (Matthew 2:12 NKJV). Matthew uses the word way in other places to suggest a direction of life. He speaks of the narrow way (Matthew 7:13-14 NASB) and “the way of righteousness” (Matthew21:32). He may be telling us that the wise men went home as different men. Called by a sign. Instructed by Scripture. And directed home by God.

It’s as if all the forces of heaven cooperated to guide the wise men.

God uses every possible means to communicate with you. The wonders of nature call to you. The promises and prophecies of Scripture speak to you. God Himself reaches out to you. He wants to help you find your way home.

Many years ago I watched the television adaptation of the drama The Miracle Worker, the compelling story of two females with great resolve: Helen Keller and Anne Sullivan.

Helen was born in 1880. She wasn’t yet two when she contracted an illness that left her blind, deaf, and mute. When Helen was seven years old, Annie, a young, partially blind teacher, came to the Kellers’ Alabama home to serve as Helen’s teacher.

Helen’s brother James tried to convince Annie to quit. The teacher wouldn’t consider it. She was resolved to help Helen function in a world of sight and sound. Helen was as stubborn as her teacher. Locked in a frightening, lonely world, she misinterpreted Annie’s attempts. The result was a battle of wills. Over and over Annie pressed sign language into Helen’s palm. Helen pulled back. Annie persisted. Helen resisted.

Finally, in a moment of high drama, a breakthrough. During a fevered exchange near the water pump, Annie placed one of Helen’s hands under the spout of flowing water. Into the other hand she spelled out w-a-t-e-r. Over and over, w-a-t-e-r. Helen pulled back. Annie kept signing. W-a-t-e-r.

All of a sudden Helen stopped. She placed her hand on her teacher’s and repeated the letters w-a-t-e-r. Annie beamed. She lifted Helen’s hand onto her own cheek and nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, yes! W-a-t-e-r.” Helen spelled it again: w-a-t-e-r. Helen pulled Annie around the yard, spelling out the words. G-r-o-u-n-d. P-o-r-c-h. P-u-m-p. It was a victory parade.2

Christmas celebrates a similar moment for us — God breaking through to our world. In a feeding stall of all places. He will not leave us in the dark. He is the pursuer, the teacher. He won’t sit back while we miss out. So He entered our world. He sends signals and messages: H-o-p-e. L-i-f-e. He cracks the shell of our world and invites us to peek into His. And every so often a seeking soul looks up.

May you be one of them.

When God sends signs, be faithful. Let them lead you to Scripture.

As Scripture directs, be humble. Let it lead you to worship.

And as you worship the Son, be grateful. He will lead you home. Who knows? Perhaps before Jesus comes again, we’ll discover why men don’t ask for directions. Then we can pursue the other great question of life: Why do women apply makeup while they are driving? But that’s a question for ones wiser than I.

God will not leave us in the dark. He is the pursuer, the teacher. He won’t sit back while we miss out. So He entered our world."'

Excerpted with permission from Because of Bethlehem by Max Lucado, copyright Max Lucado.

[hyubcore]

part three .

waiting for the end to come wishing i had strength to stand this is not what i had planned it's out of my control

It was incredibly difficult to tell from a distance who was alive and who was a Walker.

It was also incredibly difficult for Yonghoon to plow his little Honda through the piles upon piles of cars and trucks that lined the highway. Bodies decorated the pavement, as well as the windshields of the cars. 

Up ahead, Harin parked his bike and started towards a rather empty spot throughout the whole mess. Yonghoon parked where he could, which happened to be right behind a minivan. He looked inside, and it was evident who was left behind. A mother driving. A dad in the passenger’s seat. And two kids in the back, all with gaping bullet wounds in their heads. Yonghoon squeezed his eyes shut at the sight as he grabbed his knife.

Giwook stayed behind in the car as Hyungu and Yonghoon met up with Harin.

“What now?” asked Yonghoon as he leaned up against an abandoned black Jeep. He crossed his arms as Hyungu and Harin stood before him. They squinted, Harin bringing up a hand to cover his eyes from the sun.

“I guess we turn around. Find another way,” Hyungu commented as he kicked at a plastic cup by his feet. Harin whacked him in the arm.

“Don’t do that. There could be walkers,” Harin scolded. Yonghoon let out a sigh as he walked past the two.

“Maybe we could find some useful stuff in these cars. Food, blankets, other things,” Yonghoon suggested as he peeked inside the cars surrounding them. To their right was a thick stretch of woods. As he thought about going through the forest, his mind went to the thought of a deer, and his stomach began to growl. He forgot the last time he had eaten meat—but the idea of it gave him some push of motivation to find something fulfilling to eat.

He looked into the trunk of an SUV. Inside, he knew almost for certain that there was a cooler inside. He tugged the handle, and as the door rose, a putrid stench wafted over him, catching him off guard. He hunched over and coughed, and as if on cue, a Walker began to crawl over the backseat. 

The sound of its snarls and hisses up close was deafening and left a shrill ring through Yonghoon’s head. He jumped backwards, tripping over some garbage on the ground. The commotion caught Harin and Hyungu’s attention.

“Move!” Harin shouted as he aimed his gun at the creature. It felt like eons, watching Harin try and get his aim on the thing, for it kept thrashing back and forth. A loud pop echoed through the vast stretch of road, followed by a quiet growl from the Walker as it fell back over the seat. Harin looked down at his gun, then behind him.

Someone else pulled the trigger.

Far behind them, a small figure kneeled on top of a car, holding a machine gun in his arms. Harin squinted as he studied the guy, trying to discern if it was a real person or just a figment of his imagination.

“You’re welcome,” the voice shouted. It had a more youthful tone to it—a rather refreshing one. 

Yonghoon stood up from his squatting-position, turning around to meet eyes with the gunman. He looked like a child. Hyungu exchanged glances with him, then with Yonghoon.

“You okay?” Hyungu whispered. Yonghoon simply nodded, brushing a hand through his dark locks.

“Be careful. These gnarlies are everywhere.” He kicked some trash out of his way as he walked past the group. Their eyes all followed him as he looked inside certain cars, trying to open doors to some of them. “Also, check smaller cars. Usually there aren’t any crawlers in them,” he added.

Harin looked to Hyungu who had a rather dumbfounded expression on his face. “You have a camp nearby?” he asked.

“Yeah. I come out here and scavenge when I can,” the gunman replied. “Sorry if there’s not much left for you. Where are you all from?”

“We’re trying to get to Gwangju. We have a kid, he’s wounded.” Yonghoon tried to walk closer to this mysterious guy, see if they could help get their group to Gwangju by any means—whether it was holding Giwook over, fuel for the car, or even a shot of alcohol.

The guy turned around, facing the three once again. “My friend can fix him.”

Harin shook his head. Hyungu sighed.

“Come on. He’s barely hanging on,” Hyungu argued.

“Yeah, well maybe we shouldn’t be taking on every kid who gets a little boo-boo. He’ll be fine,” Harin retorted.

“I’m serious. He’s a doctor. He can at least give him some medication for the pain.”

Harin was still suspicious. It was written all over his face.

“Take us to him. Harin, Hyungu, you can go ahead if you want to. I’ll stay,” Yonghoon said in a calmer tone as the gunman watched them all bicker. A pleasant smile grew upon the stranger’s face, as if he felt some sort of accomplishment. “Follow me.”

Yonghoon led him back to the car. He made sure to keep a hand close to the knife tucked beneath his belt, just in case this sniper decided to switch up at any moment. 

“I’m Jaehyun, by the way. Sorry about your friend,” he introduced. Yonghoon looked behind him, smiling small. 

“Yonghoon.”

Once they reached the car, Jaehyun stayed behind while Yonghoon softly woke up Giwook. His face was becoming more and more pale as the hours progressed, which made Yonghoon a little worried. The latter part of his injured leg still looked somewhat healthy, considering the circumstances, which was reassuring. But the pain itself could have killed a boy so small and young as Giwook.

“Come on, Giwook. We found help.” Yonghoon snuck his arm under Giwook’s shoulders, grabbing the boy’s side with his other arm. Jaehyun then walked towards the two, grabbing the opposite side of Giwook’s body, throwing his arm over his shoulders.

“How far is your camp?” Yonghoon asked with a shallow breath as they lugged Giwook down towards the woods.

“A good ten minute walk. At this rate though, probably a half hour.”

Yonghoon looked to Jaehyun and released his grip on Giwook’s torso. “Let me carry him.”

And so Yonghoon scooped up the boy in his arms as he let out a puff of air. Despite his size, the boy had a good amount of weight to him, all of which Yonghoon assumed was muscle. Jaehyun took the lead as they got deeper into the woods. Sooner than later, Harin and Hyungu had caught up to them by sprinting towards their direction. 

Yonghoon only stopped a couple of times to catch his breath and adjust his hold of Giwook. He noticed Harin had his index finger on the trigger of his gun the entire walk, and that Hyungu kept looking back at Yonghoon, or rather Giwook’s limp body. He only let out a few shallow groans every now and then.

As they neared the camp, Jaehyun whistled loudly with his fingers, grabbing the attention from someone in the distance. Yet another short and stocky guy started towards Jaehyun with a quick stride.

“Gunshot wound in his thigh.” Jaehyun looked behind towards the group, then back at his partner. Yonghoon slowly set Giwook back on the ground, his injured leg staying limp as they struggled towards the camp. The only other people there were two girls, a child, and an older woman who had a very obvious baby bump. They all seemed to move super quickly when they saw Giwook, making space for him on the few blankets they had laid out. 

Giwook collapsed as soon as Yonghoon loosened his grip on him. He had stopped sweating finally, but still didn’t look in any sort of good shape. 

“Rin, grab the first aid kit will you?” 

One of the younger people ran towards their tent, quickly grabbing a little bag and unzipping it. They handed over some alcohol wipes and other bandages, setting it beside Giwook. 

“Do you know if there’s an exit wound?” asked the doctor-guy. It wasn’t really a shock he was the medically-savvy guy, for he had all the qualities doctors usually would have—calm voice. No sort of expression to him. Seemingly not a single anxiety-ridden fiber in his body.

“He wasn’t bleeding enough for it to have gone through,” Yonghoon commented. He watched as Giwook tried not to squirm. It wasn’t pleasant to watch—it was so evident how much pain the boy was in. Yonghoon sat down behind the boy’s head. Hyungu followed suit, sitting right next to Yonghoon.

“I just have to stitch this up, then. It’s too risky to try and get it out,” he said as he slowly unraveled the cloth wrapped around Giwook. “What’s your name, kid?”

Giwook struggled to speak. Each word that barely escaped him was just a breath of gibberish.

“It’s Giwook,” Yonghoon spoke. The doctor guy smiled small. However, his grin quickly faded as the wound became exposed. Giwook winced weakly, gritting his teeth hard.

“Nice to meet you, Giwook. I’m Dongsung. I’ll take care of you.”

With that, Dongsung opened several of the alcohol pads, preparing them by his side. He looked towards Yonghoon with a concerned expression, then at one of the younger girls, motioning her over towards him.

“Hold down his leg,” Dongsung instructed. “You, grab a stick or something for him to bite on.” Harin went over to the nearest tree, snapping off one of the thicker branches. He picked off the leaves as he made his way over towards where Yonghoon held Giwook’s head. 

“This will hurt, Giwook. Just breathe through it.”

Harin put the stick between Giwook’s teeth as Hyungu held the boy’s mouth open. Dongsung placed the alcohol pads on the wound then took a piece of gauze. He laid the gauze on top, then gradually added pressure. The girl right across from them held down his ankle firmly. As the seconds passed, Giwook’s subdued screams became louder and louder. Tears began to streak down his face. The pregnant woman took the little boy, who was presumably her son, and covered his eyes and ears. The child kept trying to turn his head, but she would just hold him tighter.

When Dongsung slowly wiped the cloths away, Giwook let out a more deep and guttural cry. Blood started dripping down his lips. Hyungu attempted to wipe it away, but Giwook’s head was thrashing back and forth. Dongsung then quickly washed the wound down with some water, patting it dry, then wrapping it again with more gauze. The girl holding his ankle down rubbed his calf in a soothing motion. Giwook finally stopped screaming. Harin grabbed the stick from his mouth.

As Dongsung cleaned up, Yonghoon stood up and walked away, giving Giwook the space to breathe.

“You still there?” Dongsung asked as he placed a hand on Giwook’s forehead. The younger boy nodded, exhaustion and weakness evident in the way he moved. “Shame on whoever did this to you.”

A painful silence grew through the group. The younger girl and the other person stayed closer together. The child sucked his thumb as he inspected the newcomers. Jaehyun and Dongsung shared a few words, but nothing the rest of the group could hear. 

“What are your names?” asked the older girl with a soft and comforting voice. Everyone introduced themselves, minus Giwook, of course. “I’m Haejoo.” She had a contagious smile, which she flashed at everyone. Dongsung sat down next to her, taking the kid in his arms. He brushed the shiny, fine hairs on the boy’s head with his fingertips.

“Is he yours?” Hyungu asked, kneeling before the kid. Dongsung nodded as he patted the boy’s head. Hyungu tried to interact with the kid, but was met with a shy face which he hid in his father’s embrace. Hyungu laughed as he stood up again.

“When should we leave?” Hyungu asked Yonghoon as he crossed his arms. Yonghoon glanced over at Giwook. He had his eyes shut peacefully—he had passed out from the sting in his leg. Yonghoon looked back at Hyungu, who still had his eyes on the brunette.

“I don’t know. Once Giwook isn’t fainting every three minutes.”

Yonghoon sat down again next to Giwook, watching him like a hawk, making sure he was still breathing. There was a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach. He hadn’t seen his family in ages. And therefore, hadn’t really been out in the wild too much, fending off the Walkers from his loved ones—so seeing someone so young, so vulnerable, struggling to hang on—it was hard.

He couldn’t begin to imagine what the little kid was thinking.

“I’m Jaehee,” the girl who had been holding Giwook down earlier spoke, looking up at Yonghoon. She had bigger eyes and light brown locks. “Jaehyun’s my brother.”

At that, Harin asked what was seemingly on everyone’s minds. “How did you all come together?”

Dongsung and Haejoo exchanged glances. “She’s my wife. Jaehyun’s my best friend, Jaehee’s his sister. We found Rin right when it all happened.” Dongsung looked at the child in his arms with longing. It was evident the guilt he was probably feeling, having to raise a kid at a time so grim. “This is Dongmin.”

Jaehee stood up and made her way towards the kid. He fell into her arms so comfortably, as she let out a giggle. He held onto what was left of a small blanket, decorated with puppies and cats on it. 

“Where are you headed to?” asked Dongsung. 

“Gwangju.”

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Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 1

Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader

Series MasterList

Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.

Chapter Summary: You meet the neighbors.

Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents,

Chapter Warnings: none

You looked at your three sons who were eating and arguing about something. Your oldest is, Capsian JR, named after his dad, he's fifteen and really sweet, your middle child is, nine-year-old Jace, then your youngest is eight-year-old Connor. The last two years have been difficult for your family, two years ago your husband, US Army Master Sergeant, Caspian Richardson Sr, was put on a two-year deployment overseas. Your family had been living in California on the army base. A year ago only halfway through the deployment, you got the news he died. Now a year later, you moved to Boston where your husband always wanted your kids to grow up.

"Okay, boys! We need to talk." You said sitting at the table with your breakfast and favorite morning drink. "What sports do you guys want to play this year?"

"Football🏈!" Caspian said happily. He's been playing football since he was 8 and he truly loved the game.

"Baseball," Jace said smiling. You grinned nodding.

"Soccer⚽!"

"Okay, junior try out for football, boys I'll sign you up for your sports. Jace-"

"Keep an eye on Connor. I know mom I got it." He smiled.

"Casp-"

"Remember to walk them home from school. Mom, we got this we always do." He assured you.

"Okay finish eating then get dressed."

———

"June bug!" Chris exclaimed as June ran down the sidewalk after the ball she had dropped. She stopped when a teenage boy grabbed the ball.

"Here you are kiddo." He smiled handing the ball.

"Thank you! My name is June what's yours?" She asked him smiling.

"My name is Caspian."

"Cool! What're your names?" She looked at the other two older boys.

"Jace."

"Connor." You smiled walking over to the kids.

"Hi there Sweetheart where are your parents?" You asked kneeling.

"Daddy is right there!" She points to a man who was running over with a dog.

"June bug don't run off." He knelt picking her up. "Thank you." He gave a grateful smile.

"Of course, I'm y/n, these are my boys, Caspian, Jace, Connor." You smiled. You didn't notice Caspian staring at him as though he knew him.

"I'm Chris, this is Juniper."

"He is Dodger!" She pointed down to the dog that was sniffing the boy's shoes.

"He's really cute."

"Can we pet him?" Connor asked.

"Of course. So you are the new neighbors the ones that moved in last week? Is your spouse working or are they inside?" Chris asked you, setting Juniper down to play with the other kids.

"I'm a widow." You told him.

"Oh! I'm so sorry." He gave an apologetic smile.

"It's fine." You assured.

"Uh... How old are your kiddos?" He asked looking at the four kids.

"Caspian is 15, Jace is 9, and Connor is 8. How about Juniper?"

"4." He smiled

"Aw. Well, we have to get going I don't want the boys being late on their first day but we'll see you guys around?"

"Okay, nice meeting you." He smiled shaking your hand.

"You too. Come on boys." You urged the three kids away from the dog.

"Bye, sir. Bye June." Caspian smiled ruffling the young girl's hair earning a glare from her father and her.

"Bye, mister! Cute dog!" Connor said before going down the driveway to your minivan.

"Bye!" Jace said following his little brother, his older brother close behind.

"Bye Chris. Bye sweetheart." You gave them both a smile before you joined your sons. "Well, they were nice."

"Their dog is cute," Connor stated as the four of you got into the car.

"He was so fluffy!" Jace gushed. "Can we get a dog?" You looked back at him.

"Not anytime soon bud we just moved in. Okay?" He pouted but nodded his understanding. "Okay no dillydallying after school, I want the three of you home and helping me unpack." You said looking back at the pile of boxes that had yet to be removed from your car.

"Okay!" The three chorused.

"Mom? Our neighbor is a famous actor you did realize that right?" Caspian asked quietly from the passenger seat.

"Hmm?" You glanced at him as you backed out of the driveway.

"He plays Steve Rogers! From marvel?" He said smiling.

"Oh those movies you and your dad loved? That's cool hun." You smiled keeping your eyes on the road. "Maybe next time you see him you can asked for a photo. Or something."

"Maybe." He shrugged looking at his phone.

———

It's been a week since you met your neighbor, you've spoken once in a while since but that's about it. Your house was coming together which you were happy about. You were outside doing yard work, wanting the outside to look as nice as the inside. You had a job lined up but you didn't start for a while so you were taking this time to make the house look nice.

"Hi, miss y/n! Daddy did my hair how do you like it?" June said from the other side of the fence, looking through a hole in it. You looked up at her smiling. You stood walking over to get a better look.

"It's pretty." You held in your laugh at the messy braid, you could tell it would fall out by the end of the day but at least Chris tried. He was standing on his porch watching you interact with his daughter as he drank his coffee. "Your daddy did a great job. A for effort!"

"Daddy!" She ran away from you smiling. You chuckled. "You got an A!" She told him loudly. You busted out laughing.

"Thank you!" He waved at you smiling, before he talked to Juniper too quietly for you to hear. You smiled before going back to what you had been doing.

—

Chris looked down at his coffee as he let Juniper play in the yard. Her preschool was starting a little late today so he had extra time with her. He looked back up to see he hobbling her happy butt to the fence. To a hole conveniently at her eye level. It wasn't large but it was large enough that he could see it from the porch. It wasn't noticeable unless you were looking for it. He watched as you poked your head over the fence talking to his little June bug.

You were so good with her, he'd assume it's from having three kids but either way he loved it. He would argue that he won the next-door neighbor lottery. You were nice, your sons were polite, you four weren't loud, and you understood the difficulties he was going through. He could only hope to build a friendship with you.

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BTS Reaction || He Walks Out In A Fight [Request]

A/N: I tried to give them all different tropes/AU’s so that it could be different from my other works! I have a mixture of angsty endings and fluffy endings! Sorry guys no part 2 💞💕

SEOKJIN: (Non Idol Au)

Jin stared at you as you accused him of once again cheating on you, his phone was in your hand unlocked but he just stared at you. He knew for a fact that he had nothing to hide from you, that he would never cheat on you since you were the love of his life but no matter what you found a way to say he was cheating. Finding girls names in his contacts and not believing that they were people from work, messages from girls you'd never heard of before all messaging him and asking him questions about his day with flirty suggestive comments attached to them. 

"You have guys in your messages, do you see me kicking off like this?" He asked calmly as he stared at you, you shook your head at him. 

"I tell them I've got a boyfriend unlike you. You just thank them and then give them a compliment!" You yelled out, throwing his phone in his direction as he caught it, looking at the messages to a girl he was supposedly cheating on you with. "Ashley" a guy friend from work who he was going out for a drink with that weekend, 

"You're going out for a drink with her, so tell me. What's she like? Is she pretty?" Jin groaned as you continued to yell out questions about someone called Ashley who you were convinced was a girl when in actual reality he was the newest member of Jin's work. 

"She's a he and we're going to get drinks with work buddies. You're reading too much into this," He was starting to feel defeated as he stared at you but you shook your head. Adamant that he was cheating on you so you just stared at him. 

"It's fine if you want to sleep with other people Jin, I already slept with your best friend." Jin's mouth fell open as he stared at you dumbfounded that you would just openly admit to cheating on him when you had just been ranting and raving about him messaging someone else. 

"Un-fucking-believable," He grumbled as he began walking out of the house but you followed him over to his car, 

"Not nice when it's the other way around is it?!" You snapped as he got into the car and started up his engine, 

"The difference is Y/n, I never cheated." He drove out of the drive way and off into the night, going to stay at a friends place while he cleared his head from you.

YOONGI: (Reader is a Rich CEO)

There was no secret that your relationship with Yoongi wasn't always perfect, every small fight and debate between the two of you were splashed around the headlines since you were a famous CEO which meant cameras followed you everywhere you went. Including secret spending sprees when you told Yoongi that you had an important business meeting instead of a shopping spree. 

"I don't see the big deal with going shopping, it's my money." It was true that you could do whatever you wanted with your money but that wasn't what Yoongi was mad about. He was angry at the fact that you had once again lied to him about where you had been and it was starting to get on his nerves. 

"I've been at home waiting for you, the least you could have done was called." He snapped at you, making you roll your eyes as you shook your head at him.

"I'm too tired for this fight, can we just drop it?" You moaned as you sat down on the sofa waiting for this all to be over but Yoongi wasn't going to drop it this easily. 

"All you do is spend, spend, spend your money! Do you know the only thing you don't do? You never want to spend time with me. We could have had a nice day out but you never bother to!" You rolled your eyes standing up suddenly, 

"Do you have any idea how much of a bitch you sound right now?" The words flew out before you even had time to process what you were saying and Yoongi stared at you a little shocked, 

"You're just jealous because I earn more money than you'll ever make in four years. So yes! I went out and I spent money on myself because I fucking earned it! What's wrong? I didn't spend my money on you?" Yoongi grabbed his coat from the coat rack and you stormed after him, telling him not to walk out of the door or things would be over for good. 

"Great! Then I won't have to deal with you anymore," He yelled at you as you stared back at him just as shocked as he had been when you bought up the fact that you earned more money than him.  You knew it was his biggest insecurity while he was with you, all of the media portrayed him as a money-grabbing man and he was now sure that you felt the same way. 

"You're unbelievable," He told you before walking out of the door, shutting it behind him as he began his walk into the town not wanting to take the car that you'd bought for him.

The media was all over the breakup within days of it happening, everyone taking his side instead of yours as news broke out about what you had said to him in the midst of your fight. It was made clear that Yoongi wasn't going to go back to you even if you begged him to.

HOSEOK: (Non idol AU)

"We have to talk about this," Hoseok said as he stared at you, you were sitting across from him in your kitchen, a positive pregnancy test laid out in front of him as he glanced to and from it. 

"Talk about what?" You whispered as you looked back at Hoseok, you'd hoped when you told him you were pregnant you would be overcome with a wave of relief but you weren't, it only made you worry more and more about it. You'd gone through everything in your head, neither of you was ready to bring a child into the world. Neither of you earned enough to support three people and there was no way the tiny apartment you were living in would be big enough for you two and a growing child. 

"We're too young for this," You shook your head, sliding the test into the bin as you pulled out some papers on adoption, it was the one thing you'd had on your mind since finding out you were pregnant. 

"You want to give our baby away?" His question was laced with venom and you shook your head, 

"We could give a family a new start, someone that's been wanting kids for a while could finally have one." You tried to explain it but Hoseok wasn't listening to reason he began shaking his head, telling you that he wanted to keep the child with you and him. 

"We can be a family-"

"We aren't ready Hoseok! You still act like an immature child! We don't even own a place or car big enough to grow a family. Can't you see this is for the better," You had tears running down your cheeks but Hoseok was shaking his head, all he could hear was how you'd called him an immature child.

"I can provide for us all, I'll give us a good life-"

"I would love to keep them with you but With what? We don't earn enough, we're still too young for this Hobi." But he shook his head at you again, getting up and heading to the door. Further proving your point that he acted like a child whenever he could get his own way. 

"Just walk away like you always do," You mumbled as he slammed the door behind himself. 

A month later Hoseok showed up at your doorstep, flowers in hand with a box. 

"Is this your way of proposing?" You asked unimpressed as you stared at him, the two of you had only been in contact over text messages and neglected to bring up the pregnancy conversation with one another. This was the first time you'd seen him face to face since the fight. 

"Open the box." He sighed putting the flowers down on your counter and watching as you opened the box, frowning when you saw two sets of keys inside. 

"What's this?" You pulled them out and Hoseok smiled, 

"The first is the key to our new minivan and the second is the key to our new place...A house...Somewhere we can raise our little one together...If you want to." Your eyes lit up as you stared at Hoseok wondering how he'd gotten all of this in such a short amount of time.

"I've had the house for a while...I-I'd been doing it up and so I took some paid holidays and finished it. The car is on finance but with my promotion, we can do this." All you did was lean forward and kiss him deeply.

NAMJOON: (Mafia AU)

"Where have you been? I've been calling you all night long!" Namjoon called out as you walked through the door, all night? It wasn't even 5 pm yet. You dropped the bag you'd carried home from work and sighed as he rushed to your sighed, watching you closely. 

"I had a meeting, it ran late. I text you." You whined, hanging up your shoes and coat, not ready for the same long and boring speech that he always gave to you whenever you were late or not somewhere he could see you. 

"You could have gotten hurt, someone could have hurt you." He panicked, taking your face in his hands and turning it in different directions so he could see if you had been hurt or if you were even really you. Lately, he'd been more paranoid than usual and it was starting to bug you with the constant questioning about where you were every minute of every day. 

"I'm fine. I got a ride home with Jimin, Joonie I'm fine." You got out of his grasp and headed towards the kitchen, wanting to get a strong drink if you were going to have to go through the speech about you needing a guard around you. Namjoon was in business with the Mafia and he was dating you which meant you were a walking target, anybody could decide to grab you at any point in time but you didn't want a guard, you didn't want to be protected all of the time. 

"I don't need someone telling me when and where I can't do or go somewhere Namjoon!" You finally snapped as he brought up the idea of a guard once again. The glass was smashed onto the table as you slammed it down too hard and you let out a hiss as you saw some blood coming from a small cut. Namjoon instantly went into panic mode, grabbing onto you and trying to force you to go to the hospital but you backed away from him wanting to scream out. 

"You're so fucking overprotective! Leave me alone! I am fine!" You screamed as you finally reached your breaking point, Namjoon stared at you in silence as he waited to see if you were serious.

"I'm overprotective?"

"Yes! You never let me do anything, do you know how pathetic it is?!" That was all it took, he walked out of the house leaving you in complete silence and on your own as he went to clear his head. 

Namjoon came back to the house the next day to find you curled up in his bed wearing one of his shirts, tear stains down your face. 

"Babe?" He frowned as he walked over to you, dropping his keys onto the counter thinking something was wrong but as soon as you heard him you jumped up. Running over as you wrapped your arms around his neck, begging him not to leave you like that again.

"What happened?" He asked as he pulled away, holding your face as he looked into your eyes ready to kill whoever had hurt you but you shook your head. 

"I-I just realised why you're so protective...I-I should have been more considerate...Last night I couldn't eat or sleep because you weren't here," You began crying again but all he did was wrap his arms around you, kissing the top of your head whispering that he was never going to leave you again while you told him over and over again how sorry you were for what you had said to him.

JIMIN: (Vampire AU)

"I don't want you to spend time with him, why is that a problem?" Jimin questioned as he stared at you, you were staring back at him while shaking your head. 

"Because you're acting like a jealous teenager," You mumbled, folding your arms over your chest as you raised your eyebrows at your boyfriend who was being a jealous, overprotective and possessive boyfriend. 

"I am a teenager," You sprinted over to him with your vampiric speed and tilted your head to the side, 

"We're both 248 years old...How do you work that out," The two of you had been together for almost 222 years, both of you had changed into vampires when you were 26-years old after almost dying in a terrible accident. A doctor decided to change you both at the same time and took you in as his own, now you were acting as young as you could get away with. Ageing in different towns. Currently, you were portraying 18-years-old in a college together as a couple. 

"It's just a study session with Justin, he needs my help in biology," You reassured Jimin that there was nothing going on between you and Justin but Jimin didn't see it the way you did. He saw Justin as a threat, he was younger than both of you and human...What if you decided you wanted to be with Justin instead and changed him into one of you or worse. What if Justin found out what you were and threatened to expose you to everyone? Jimin's grip tightened on you and you stared at him, 

"I'll be fine," A car honked from outside the library and you looked out of the window, Justin was there waiting for you. 

"Don't go. You don't know him! He could hurt you," You rolled your eyes at Jimin before shaking your head, 

"You're so possessive and jealous, it's boring Jimin!" In all your years of being together, you'd never once called him boring or possessive or jealous and it hurt to know that's how you felt about him. As if you could see the dials turning in his head you tried to tell him you didn't mean it but he'd already run out of the building in the blink of an eye leaving you alone there.

Jimin could sense there was something wrong the second you walked through the door and it wasn't because you had blood on your shirt which he knew for a fact wasn't yours since you didn't bleed. 

"What happened?" He rushed to your side holding your face as you stared at him, 

"He knew. He knew about what we were...I-I had to take care of it," You mumbled as you dropped a bag down onto the floor, Jimin already knew what was inside from the smell of blood coming to his nose as he looked at it before looking back at you.

"I should have listened to you...You're always right," You mumbled as you told Jimin you both needed to get out of the city and fast since you didn't know if Justin had already told people what he knew or not. Luckily for you and Jimin it was just the two of you on the run, if you were with the rest of your family it would have been a lot harder.

TAEHYUNG: ( Friends with benefits trope)

It hadn't meant to come out this way, you and Taehyung were just supposed to be sex buddies but on what planet did that ever actually work out? None was the answer. It was a dumb idea to have if you thought it was ever going to work, 

"I told you I didn't want a relationship when we started this, what's the big deal?" You questioned as Taehyung began rushing around to find his clothes you'd torn off him earlier that night. He let out a tut as he shook his head disapprovingly at you, 

"I thought maybe you'd changed your mind, maybe you'd grown a heart and decided to let someone love you!" You rolled your eyes at him as if this was some sort of romantic movie or novel that would result in you loving one another. 

"We're friends! Nothing will change that," You tried to tell him but he just scoffed at you not wanting to listen to it all over again, 

"Last time I checked, friends don't fuck each other the way we do," You shook your head at him, 

"You're unbelievable! How could you think I would ever love you like that?!" The world seemed to stop moving and you were left staring at one another from across your bedroom floor. Taehyung's eyes were red as he started to cry but you didn't feel guilt. You told him from the start that you didn't want to deal with the emotions of being in a relationship, that what was going on between you was just sex. 

"Did you really just say that?" Tears rolled down his cheeks as he waited for you to answer him, 

"It's just sex. I don't like you like that," He nodded his head as he dressed himself, walking out of the apartment and slamming the door so hard your picture frame fell off the wall and smashed onto the floor leaving you to stare at it as he stormed off. 

Four months later you were walking around the mall with some friends when you bumped into Taehyung with a group of his friends, you locked eyes with one another and you didn't know if you should have waved or kept your head down but Taehyung answered it for you. Turning his face away from you and talking with the guys as though he hadn't even seen you standing there in front of him, you couldn't blame him after what you'd said to him though so you just kept walking, not looking over your shoulder.

JUNGKOOK: ( Idol x Reader)

You sighed as Jungkook continued to yell at you for going out when he specifically told you not to, it wasn't as though he was keeping you in the house all of the time or being overly protective of you. That weekend he had plans to spend the entire time with you, wanting to be alone for a while instead of with the boys or your friends but you'd snuck out the night before and didn't come back until the early hours. Still drunk as you stood across from Jungkook in the living room, 

"Can you stop yelling? I have a headache," You mumbled to him wanting nothing more than to head up to your bed and forget the night before even happened. 

"This was the first time we would have been alone together in a while, can you blame me for missing you?" Your back was turned to him so he didn't see you roll your eyes at the statement so you just walked up the stairs to the bedroom, falling down onto the mattress as you let out a huge sigh. 

"I just want to sleep," You moaned at him, rolling over so your head was buried between the pillows and the sunlight wasn't hurting your eyes anymore, 

"Didn't you miss me?" You stayed silent as Jungkook questioned you, walking back into the room with a sad expression written across his face. He figured you must have missed him as much as he missed you during the week, you hardly got to see one another thanks to his busy schedule at the studios. 

"It's just like when you go on tour. It's no big deal. I'm used to it," You drunkenly mumbled into the pillow, closing your eyes as you saw no problem with what you had said but to Jungkook it felt as though you'd taken his heart from his chest and stomped it into the ground. 

"You don't miss me? Do you even love me?" You let out a groan at his question, rolling over to face him. He had tears running down his cheeks as he stared at you, waiting for you to answer him he had fears running around his head at what you might say but nothing could have prepared him for it.

"Do you have any idea how fucking clingy you sound right now?" You grumbled before laying back down, staring at the ceiling while Jungkook stormed out of the room. Slamming the door behind him as he headed into the spare bedroom for the night, he'd heard enough from you. 

The next morning when you finally emerged from the bedroom you found Jungkook sitting in the living room eating lunch on his own, 

"Morning baby, what time did I come in?" You questioned tiredly as you sat down beside him, attempting to cuddle up beside him but he shifted away from your touch. 

"Babe?" You frowned looking at him as he continued to stare at the screen that had some old sit-com running instead of at you. You went to touch his arm but he got up, 

"I don't want to be too clingy for you." He snapped and that was when it hit you. Memories of the night before came flooding back to you as you groaned at him. 

"J-Jungkook, I didn't mean it, I was drunk-"

"Drunk words are sober thoughts," He snapped before heading into the kitchen to clean up but you weren't going to let him get away with that, you just rushed over to him. Wrapping your arms around him from behind and burying your face in his back, 

"I know you're going away s-soon...I was pushing you away so I wouldn't feel so hurt when you go on tour," You explained your backwards way of thinking and you felt Jungkook's body physically relax as he realised you weren't serious the night before. 

"It was dumb and I should have said something to you instead of just acting like a bitch," He nodded in agreement, letting you say everything you needed to say before the two of you spent the day with your hangover on the sofa together.

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[dameronology]

love in the time of PTA meetings {marcus moreno} - 1/5

summary: despite what pinterest shows, being in a parent in the twenty first century is hard; especially a single parent. your kid takes up your entire life and the idea of finding a fairy tale is laughable - that is until you finally attend a p.t.a meeting and cross paths with a certain marcus moreno.  {series masterlist}

warnings: i do not have children. i don’t know children work. this written entirely what i have seen them do in the sims 4. also, swearing. 

- jazz

Leaving work early was never a good look.

Leaving work early because your child had managed to set fire to a trash can was...well, it was something else entirely.

After rushing out of a very important meeting and parking your car in a did-you-park-it-or-crash-it manner, you were sprinting across the play ground and towards the front entrance. Having given up half way through, you’d kicked your stupidly high heels off and held them in one hand, trying to organise your slightly disheveled hair as you entered the building. Most parents might have been nervous to collect their kid after a call from the principle, but this was a regular Tuesday for you. Jack was a good kid, perhaps just a little...misguided. In your books, it was impressive that a five year old had managed to discover pyrotechnics, though you sensed the school might have been a little less lenient about it. 

‘Hey!’ You greeted the principle with a smile as you breezed through the doors. 

Jack was in a chair by the front desk, a gleeful look on his face when he saw you. As far as he knew or cared, he got to go home early and watch Paw Patrol for the rest of the day. 

‘Afternoon.’ He replied. ‘You’re lucky it was only a phone call.’

‘I know, I know.’ You grumbled. ‘I’m sorry. He’s...adventurous-’

‘ - he singed off his class mate’s eyebrows!’ The principle cut you off. ‘Given Monday’s biting incident, I see it fit that Jack take the rest of the week off.’

‘Right.’ You sighed. ‘Thank you. And sorry again.’

‘I’ll email you a list of...behavioural specialists.’ He muttered.

‘There’s nothing wrong with my kid. He’s just...curious.’ You insisted. ‘C’mon, buddy. Let’s go home.’

Jack sprung up from the chair, taking your hand in his and skipping out the door beside you. Parenting had been hard enough when you’d been married, and even harder now that his dad was out of the picture. It meant that everything fell on your shoulders; school runs, packed lunches, earning money, staying sane. You barely found the time to sleep, let alone go to soccer matches or take him to extra curricular activities. It meant that the stay-at-home mums - the ones who drove minivans and had specified walking shoes and shared memes about parenting on Facebook - muttered about you. 

I heard Jack’s mum couldn’t make it to the parent-teacher association meeting because there was a divorce hearing. 

Look at the kid’s lunch! Oh the saturated fat, the horror!

What do you MEAN your five year old isn’t vegan?!

Frankly, you wanted to whack them over the head with their own damn vision boards. So what if your kid was a little rough around the edges? He’d discovered fire today! If it had been in the stone ages, that would have been impressive. The kind of thing that would have earned him a McDonald’s, had the fast food chain been around at the dawn of time. With the way things were going, paired with the fact you knew your fridge was empty, it looked like you were heading for a Happy Meal anyway. 

‘So do I get all week off?’ Jack peered up at you, tugging on your arm.

‘Yup, all week.’ You sighed. ‘But it’s not a reward, okay? It’s...’

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Marcus Moreno’s car pull up in the lot. Naturally, it was expensive and electric and perfectly between the white lines. He gave your less-than-stellar parking a frown as he breezed by - not that you noticed. Frankly, you were too busy admiring him. You saw his face more on the news than you did in person, but he was beautiful. Talk, dark, handsome and mysterious, but also...friendly and approachable. He’d held the door open for you once two years ago and that had been it for you. There had been whispers about the fact he was a widow, though you’d tried not to pay attention to them. It wasn’t anyone’s damn business. You knew he was a good dad; you’d had the chance to meet Missy when Jack had got his head stuck between the playground fence and she’d helped pull him out. She was sweet and well-behaved and clearly well brought up. Could you say the same for your own kid? Eh, parenting was all trial and error. 

‘It’s what?’ Your son’s voice dragged you back to reality. ‘Am in trouble?’

‘What?!’ You jumped at the question. ‘No, I just...’

‘Because Principle Eikner said I’d done something bad.’

A small sigh escaped your mouth; placing his backpack on the ground, you knelt down to his height, gently placing your hands on his shoulder. ‘You haven’t done anything wrong, little man. We're just gonna take a few days out to talk about the rules and what it means to do the right thing, okay?’

‘Dad always said not to listen to the rules.’

‘Your dad said a lot of things.’ You reminded him. You stood back up, offering your hand to him. ‘Let’s go home.’

After a few minutes of bartering and the promise of a McDonald’s, you finally made your way back to the car, now with Jack attached to your back. If giving him a piggy back ride meant getting home quicker, it was a price you were willing to pay, especially since the other mums were starting to arrive to pick up their kids. The parking lot was slowly filling up with minivans - compared to your decade-old Honda Civic. It had seen better days, and one too many run ins with other cars and parking lot bollards. Still, it got the job done. 

‘Oh, I’m so glad to see you!’ You froze in your tracks again. This time, it wasn’t because of Marcus Moreno’s otherworldly presence, but rather due to the sound of the resident soccer mum. 

‘Carol.’ You turned around to face her (slowly, given the five year old on your back) with a forced smile on your face. ‘Hi.’

‘I take it you’re here for the parent-teacher’s association meeting?’ She gave you a phoney grin, handing you a leaflet. ‘I know you couldn’t make the last one, because of your...d-i-v-o-r-c-e hearings.’ 

‘I can spell!’ Jack chirped from behind you.

‘It’s okay, buddy.’ You reached up to ruffle his hair, smile not faltering. ‘But yeah, you’re right. And what about it?’

‘Nothing.’ Carol quickly shook her head. ‘So you are coming to this one? It starts in ten minutes.’

Truth be told, you’d no idea there was even a meeting tonight. You usually ignored the damn things until the news letter came out, and then you could read it from the comfort of your sofa with a glass of wine. There was nothing you stopping going tonight, aside from your intense hatred for them. 

‘I wanna get home and watch South Park!’ Jack chirped from behind you.

‘I don’t - I mean...I don’t let my five year old watch South Park.’ You said. ‘He walked in on me watching it one time and...point is, yes, I’m here for the meeting!’

‘No, you’re not-’

‘- Jack, just sssh!’ 

Carol blinked in surprise, but her phoney smile returned a moment later. ‘Excellent! I’ll see you inside.’

You inwardly groaned. Why had you just done that? You fucking despised sitting in a stuffy gym for the better part of an hour, listening to the perfect mums bang on about healthy eating and limiting their kids’ internet time. You already questioned your parenting skills as it was - the meetings only made it worst. You didn’t assimilate into that crowd; they were all married, with big houses out in the ‘burbs and bank accounts that could cover their kids ever-expanding interests and activities. Meanwhile, you were living on one wage and your two-bedroom apartment had a balcony, not a back garden. If Jack wanted to go on a field trip, you usually had to save up for months. You didn’t know if you envied the other mums’ lives, but you certainly weren’t jealous of how they viewed working mums and single parents. 

‘That lady is mean.’ Jack murmured from your shoulders.

‘Yeah buddy, I know.’ You nodded. ‘Guess we’re going back to school.’

--

Lugging the kid and his bag back up the school yard and towards the building was exhausting - at least it was your work out for the week done. By the time you’d reached the gym and placed Jack back on the ground, your shoulders were aching and you were disappointed to see that the refreshments didn’t have any alcohol. Was it too late to sneak out? The fire exit was right there and-

‘- shame this thing doesn’t have any wine, huh?’ A man was stood next to you, arms folded across his chest as he stared at the luke-warm jug of coffee on the table ahead. 

Tall, dark hair, stubble and with a faint hint of expensive aftershave you pretended not to notice? Hello, Marcus Moreno. Goodbye, ability to form coherent sentences.

You blinked in surprise. ‘Yeah. I could do with a glass. Or ten.’

‘So you hate these things too, huh?’ He smiled. 

‘With a passion.’ You returned the gesture. ‘I’m only here because Carol and her Karen Committee kept muttering about me not being at the last one.’

‘Yeah, same here. I was attending an emergency meeting about nuclear arms in Vienna, but I guess this is more important.’

‘I was...’ in court, signing documents to end my marriage, ‘otherwise occupied too.’

Marcus nodded in understanding. ‘Kids alone are a full time job, huh? ‘Specially when you’re the only one who’s running around after them.’

He knew about your situation and in return, figured that you knew about his. He’d heard the whispers about the divorce and presumed that the loss of his wife had been subject to similar gossip. The environment amongst the parents was shockingly similar to high school and things got around pretty quickly. You both hated it, especially given the nature of both your circumstances; death and separation was not something other people should have been talking about. Especially when you all you wanted to do was mind your own business and raise your damn (chaotic) kid.

‘Yeah, tell me about it.’ You replied. ‘My kid is like...a baby crackhead, as well. He’s been sent home twice this week and it’s only Wednesday.’

‘Oh, Jack’s your kid?’

You let out a groan, holding your face in your hands. ‘Yeah. Famously so, apparently.’

‘No, it’s not a bad thing!’ Marcus chuckled, pulling your hands away. ‘He played a brilliant baby Jesus in the Nativity last year.’

‘Aside from when he bit one of the three wise men, yeah.’ You could feel your cheeks heating up. ‘Missy actually helped him once. She seems really...not at all like my child. Which is good.’

‘She told me about the fence incident.’ He nodded. ‘May I ask why he was shoving his head out of the school gates?’

‘He saw an interesting looking slug.’ You replied.

Your conversation was interrupted by Carol, who had now climbed up on stage. She tapped the microphone and cleared her throat, gesturing to everyone to sit down so that the meeting could start. You wanted to curse her. Whatever giddy conversation you were having with Marcus was a thousand times more interesting than the PTA. At least you could revel in the fact he didn’t want to be here either.

‘Shall we?’ Marcus gestured to two empty seats a few rows back.

‘I mean, it’s an aisle seat, which is good for a quick escape if Jack decides to be Jack,’ you nodded in agreement. ‘Hey kid, c’mon!’

Turning away from the other kids, Jack sprinted towards you, hurling himself into your lap as he sat down. You let out an oof! and a groan. He wasn’t as light as he used to be a toddler. He stayed still for a moment, tiny hands clasping yours, before he realised who you were sat next to. The kids’ impression of Marcus was not quite the same as yours - he’d only seen him on TV, with the likes of all the heroes. You couldn’t remember their names (but in your defence, they were kind of ridiculous). 

‘Are you a superhero?’ He reached up, poking Marcus in the cheek. 

‘Jack!’ You hissed. ‘You can’t-’

‘- yeah, buddy.’ Marcus ruffled his hair. ‘But it’s my day off today, so I’m doing all this boring stuff instead.’

‘Can you fly? Do you know Miracle Guy? Have you fought aliens? Do you have a super suit? Do you know Iron Man? Wait! Can I be a superhero?!’

‘No, yes, yes, no, no and maybe when you’re older.’ He counted the questions off on his fingers. ‘But for now we have to keep quiet for the meeting. That would make you a superhero.’

--

You wanted to marry Marcus Moreno.

Seriously, you wanted to marry him.

His little comment had kept Jack quiet the entire meeting. And it was a long fucking meeting indeed. The last time he’d shut up for that long was...probably before he learnt to talk. You loved he was full of curiosity and questions, but he didn’t always understand that there was a time and a place. At least now you knew what would shut him up. 

‘How does Miracle Guy fly? Is Batman real? Are you rich? Do you know Wonder Woman? How does her lasso of truth work?’

‘Jack.’ You groaned. 

You were walking out of the school now and down towards the car park. Missy was in tow, tapping away on her phone, whilst Jack trotted alongside you and Marcus. He’d been spewing questions at the poor man pretty much since the meeting had ended - and yet, he seemed happy to answer them. Excited, even. It was clear that he loved his job.

‘You gotta give Mr Moreno a break, little man.’ You said.

‘Hey, just Marcus is fine.’ He replied. 

‘Hey Just Marcus, I’m dad.’ Missy chimed from beside you, not even looking up from her phone. It was...impressive, actually.

‘I already regret buying her that.’ Marcus murmured. 

The two of you eventually reached your cars. The Civic was still terribly parked across two spaces - you were a good driver, you’d just been in a rush. The dents and scrapes all over the doors and bumper implied other wise but hey, we move. You had a thousand and one other things to save up before a new car. Putting down the deposit on a house - one you could actually own, maybe a little further out from the city - was your number one concern. Paying off your divorce attorney came after that. 

‘It was nice to meet you properly.’ You pulled your keys out your back, tugging four empty packets of crisps and three bags of gummy worms with it. 

‘I’m not done asking questions-’

‘- you gotta let Marcus go, JJ.’ You peered down at Jack. ‘Sorry. He’s a little obsessed with the Heroics, but I guess you’ve worked that one out.’

‘Can I visit your base?’ He continued, ignoring you. 

Marcus knelt down to his height, a grin on his face. ‘I’ve got a free window tomorrow afternoon. You wanna come by? Your mum tells me you’re off school for the rest of the week.’ 

‘Really?’ You blinked in surprise. ‘I mean, I’m sure he would love that but I’m at work and he’s gotta go to my mum’s.’

Your mother also doubled up as your baby-sitter. In an ideal world, you would have been able to afford a professional, but this was very much the opposite of an ideal world. It was the real world, and you were constantly juggling a thousand things at once. Never in a million years would you have changed it but there were days when you wanted to cry. When it was 9PM and Jack suddenly chimed in that he had a science project due the next day, or when he refused to eat his dinner because his chicken nuggets weren’t shaped like dinosaurs and fed them to the dog. 

Marcus looked, on the surface at least, like he had his shit together. He worked in a public facing job and he always looked put together. His car wasn’t covered in bumps and bruises and the inside probably wasn’t covered in yoghurt like yours. He seemed as though he got more than five hours sleep a night and his child was well-behaved. 

‘I’m sure we can work something out.’ He said. ‘If you give me your number, I’ll give you a call.’

‘Uh, yeah! Of course.’ He’d asked for your number. No big deal. 

You switched phones - naturally, his was much more high-tech than yours - and entered in your respective numbers. The whole thing made you admire Marcus even more; he didn’t have to have your tyrannical son over to his office, yet he offered to. He’d clearly seen how excited he’d gotten and it seemed like he’d found it endearing. 

‘Are you okay?’ Marcus asked quietly, suddenly putting his hand on your shoulder. ‘You suddenly zoned out.’

‘Yeah, sorry.’ You rubbed your eyes. ‘I got about three hours sleep last night. I would blame it on the terrible twos but I guess it’s the...fucking awful fives?’

He quickly turned his attention to Jack, opening the car door for him. ‘You wanna hop in? I’m just gonna talk to your mom about you visiting, yeah?’

'There’s Cheetos in the centre console!’ You called after him.

Once Marcus had shut the door, he turned around to face you. There was silence for a minute, and he just kind of...stared at you. You couldn’t read his expression or quite figure it out, but he had an eyebrow quirked and a look of...concern? Sympathy?

‘I recognise that look. It’s the help! I’m suddenly a single parent to a five year old and it feels like the world is eating me alive look.’ He said. ‘It’s the exact same one I had six years ago. Missy was about Jack’s age when...when it became just me and her.’

You softly smiled. ‘It’s not been easy.’

‘You’re doing a good job, okay?’ He gave your shoulder a light squeeze. ‘And if you ever need him off your hands for a few hours, I’ll gladly give him a tour of our headquarters.’

‘Thank you. So much, for both of those things.’ Your eyes fell to the ground. ‘It’s a refreshing change from Carol and her Pinterest boards and half-assed invitations to potlucks.’

‘God, I can’t stand all that.’ Marcus chuckled. 

‘I gotta get back now because I can see that Jack is about smush Cheetos over my break pedals but I’ll...’ you trailed off, forcing yourself to look at him and smile. ‘I’ll call you.’

‘I look forward to it.’ 

#marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno imagine #marcus moreno x you #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character headcanons

[humansofnewyork]

“My partner and I were looking to foster a child, so we decided to attend some parenting courses.  There were about five different couples in the class.  And we were doing this ‘ice breaker’ thing, where everyone shared their reason for wanting to become a foster parent.  When it came around to one guy, he sort of shrugged, and said: ‘We already have three kids, but there’s an extra seat in our minivan.’  Everyone started laughing.  The whole room relaxed.  And that’s my first memory of Larkin.  He was attending the class with his wife Katie, and I was drawn to them immediately.  They were just such obviously good people.  We started eating lunch with them on our breaks.  We’d visit them on weekends.  One Halloween we were trick-or-treating with their kids, and Larkin sat me down on a stoop, and asked why we hadn’t fostered yet.  That’s when I told him about my health problems.  My mother had given me a kidney transplant fifteen years earlier, and it was beginning to fail.  I was on heavy dialysis.  I needed blood transfusions.  Soon I would need another kidney, but I couldn’t find a match.  I never asked him.  I’d never do that to someone.  But the next day Larkin called me and told me he wanted to be tested.  It was a miracle.  We were a perfect match.  We went through months of preparation.  But four days away from the surgery, my blood test showed an abnormality, and we were suddenly unmatched.  It was devastating.  I felt like giving up, but Larkin kept pressing me to consider a paired donation.  He offered to donate his kidney to an absolute stranger, if the hospital would find me a match.  And they did.  Larkin gave his kidney to a woman, and I received one from her husband.  I was forever changed by this man.  Larkin is someone who truly lives his life for other people.  Not only did he give me the gift of life.  But he’s shown me what it means to be a human on this earth.” #quarantinestories

[oikirstein]

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 | 𝐫.𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚

PAIRING: suna x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: It was a quiet night you were to have—until Suna came knocking on your door at 11 PM. 

CONTAINS: angst, drugs (weed), suggestive content, tw: kissing, shotgunning, suna’s mom’s honda odyssey 

WORD COUNT: 3,097

A/N: this bad boy is dedicated to my sussy little baka @hikariakaashi​ giggles (derogatory). you’ve been going through a suna brain rot recently and when i told you my fantasy about shotgunning with suna, you encouraged me to write it, so here it is chuckles immensely. i hope u like it ily :biteslip: 

big thank you to @kyotarou​ for beta reading and giving me mini heart attacks & to @hajigumi​ for making my header after saying it was ugly (/j) <3 

The silence of your room was peaceful. The stars shone brightly outside your balcony window, moonlight glistening through the translucent curtains. It wasn’t absurd for you to be all by lonesome, it was only natural for the daughter of a CEO to find herself busy with things that didn’t concern the family. They were raising you to be an heir after all, a feat that required independence to be a shining skill. Still, standing in an empty room, it was a lonely situation to be living in. You were grateful to have such a future practically placed in the palms of your hands, but you wished there was something more. You wanted to experience what it was like to break free from the shackles of responsibility and keeping up appearances. A lot of your time was spent wondering if things would’ve been different had you been given a choice, but unfortunately, life did not give you the option to change the past.

That’s why you were so thankful to have heard the light knock that originated from the wood of your balcony door. A light flinch overtook your body at the sound, like you were anticipating his presence. You tiptoed your way over to the door, your warm hand radiating heat onto cool metal of the doorknob. With your ear pressed to the wood, a soft giggle fell from your lips.

“Who is it?” you teased, knowing full well who was on your terrace at this late hour.

“Why don’t you open up the door and see for yourself?” You could practically see the smirk that played on his face.

Without hesitation, you swung the door open so fast the hinges didn’t have the chance to creak. You jumped into his arms at first glance, him carrying you with ease. “Rintaro! What are you doing here?”

He placed you back down on your feet before taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips, “It’s a beautiful night, is it not?”

You blushed at the contact of his soft lips on your skin, anxiety washing over you as you scanned the perimeter.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Well, no one’s gonna catch us if we aren’t here for them to catch,” he whispered, jerking his head to the side as if to insinuate they were going to leave the property.

If someone had caught you with a boy—the boy being Suna, no less—you surely would’ve been reprimanded by your father. On the other hand, the past couldn’t be changed, and the consequences of the future were for a different you to worry about. What was life without a little risk anyway?

“You mean like...sneaking out?” You warily looked around as you shut the door, the click of the knob sealing your fate.

He lightly grabbed hold of your hand and started his way down the stairs of your parapet. “Well how else would we spend today?”

You followed him, hand in hand, through all the twists and turns that presented themselves in your garden, until you reached the outermost edge of the estate.

Suna promptly released your grip, intertwining his own fingers to hoist you over the wall, “After you.”

You held onto his shoulder as you stepped onto him, “Such a gentleman,” and climbed over the wall with ease.

Rintaro swiftly followed you, using his upper body to lift himself above the marble. After dusting his hands off on his jeans, he led you to the street just beyond the backyard.

As you approached the vehicle, he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry it’s nothing fancy. All I had was my mom’s old Honda,” you gave him an apologetic smile to reassure him that trivial things such as car brands didn’t matter. He stepped in front you to open the passenger door, waiting for you to be all settled in before winking. “But don’t worry, she won’t be back home until next month,” then he shut the door.

Your eyes followed him as he walked around the front of the minivan to get to the driver’s side, “What? What do you mean? Sunarin! Why does it matter if she’s not home!”

All he could do was laugh as he opened his own door. Hopping into the car and resting his wrist on the steering wheel, his eyes made a quick glance at the center console before putting his seatbelt on and starting the ignition. “Like I said, princess, it’s a beautiful night.”

The silence of the drive was peaceful. It was a comforting kind of silence, the kind that enveloped you in warmth. Everything felt okay in this abyss of quiet because you were in this abyss together.

You leaned your head against the window, feeling the cold air of night permeating through the glass before you sighed. “Say, how long until we reach our destination?”

Rintaro shifted in his seat, placing his right elbow on the armrest of the door and placing his head in his palm. He darted his eyes to you and back to the road with a smile, “Be patient. Good things come to those who wait.”

Sitting up straight, you crossed your arms over your chest and imitated a child’s pout. “Well can you at least tell me what we’re gonna do?”

He looked at you, then to the center console, then back at you before shrugging his shoulders. It was like giving a dog a bone. You squinted your eyes at him before untangling your arms and snaking your finger over to the medium and clicking it open. In the corner of your vision, you could see Suna trying to stifle a laugh. Curiosity getting the best of you, you leaned over to look into it, and your eyes widened at the sight.

“Seriously?” you rolled your eyes at him.

As you pulled into what seemed like a forest, he threw his head back in a guffaw.

“What? There’s no better way to celebrate, baby.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and gave you a kiss on your temple before pulling the keys out of the ignition. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” You mimicked his actions and took your seatbelt off.

“Look up.”

You questioned his statement for a second before looking up through the panoramic sunroof of his mom’s Honda Odyssey.

“Oh my god. It’s beautiful.” Your eyes were full of wonder, much like a child, as you stared at the dazzling pink moon above you. “How did you find this place?”

He looked up for a moment, pretending to be lost in thought. “I dunno. Just came across it I guess.”

“Who would’ve thought I’d be alive to witness such a phenomenon!” You giggled, gazing at the sky once more. Turning to Suna, who was staring at you, you commented, “For real, it’s so pretty.”

“Not as pretty as you though.”

He was so suave sometimes it made you itch. Scoffing at him, you chose to ignore what he said, instead holding your hand out and saying, “Oh shut up and pass me a lighter.”

Suna dug his hands into the console and once he had everything in his hands, he motioned for you to shut the top. You watched him diligently as he twisted the grinder, once, twice, three times before taking a wrapper out of the packaging and running his tongue on it. He has such nice hands, you thought as the veins flexed against his bones. He laid the paper flat onto the leather and snapped his gaze back at you.

“Hey, pay attention. How’re you gonna do this by yourself if you’re too busy looking at me, hm?” He loved to tease you, loved to see the heat rise to your cheeks when he took advantage of a perfect moment—loved to fluster you speechless. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He took your silence as you admitting defeat, no retort coming to mind. Chuckling at your scrunched eyebrows and focused eyes, he took the wrapper back into his palm and unscrewed the grinder to sprinkle the weed onto the paper. With a steady hand, he placed the container down and rolled up the blunt. Suna tucked the edges of the paper into itself, and taking the lavender lighter that sat on the dashboard, he ran his thumb across the sparkwheel, running the flame across the wrapper.

Once he was done, he held the blunt between his thumb and index finger, taking a look at his proud work. Placing his elbow on the console, he slowly flicked his wrist to your side, ushering you to take the blunt from his fingers. Holding it with your left hand, he placed the lighter in your right. You paused before placing the blunt in between your lips, “I don’t know Rin, I just can’t imagine a world where you don’t roll for me,” you shrugged your shoulders, finally making contact with the paper. As you lit the end of the blunt in the darkness of the car, you couldn’t help but wither at the flame. You never really noticed in the daylight, how fast the light goes out. It was strikingly more apparent in the dark. Before you knew it, your eyes had shut and the flame was out. Perhaps at this moment you could’ve made some cliche anecdote about how life was like a flame, and it would be out before you knew it, so it was best to make the warmth last, but you were just so entirely encapsulated by it’s light that it was gone before you even had time to think about it.

You took a deep inhale, closing your eyes and clearing your thoughts as you let the smoke simmer in your throat, only exhaling when you felt as though you couldn’t breathe anymore.

“That’s my good girl. Seems like you did learn a thing or two from hanging out with a rascal like me.”

You rolled your eyes at him, increasingly getting closer to his body. “As if I had baby lungs before we met.”

A low chuckle erupted from his chest. Watching you take another hit, eyes drunk on the sight of you, he patted lightly on his thighs. You smiled at him, vapor spilling from your teeth, and lifted your body over the middle separation of the car. With you now straddling his legs, he placed his rough palms on your waist, holding onto your skin as if he was afraid to let go. You wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders and he brought his hand up to brush his thumb against your lip. Gently pulling you in, he settled your soft lips on his, feeling his lungs fill with the smoke from yours. It was slow, the moment feeling everlasting as your bodies moved in sync and your tongues brushed against each other. You pulled apart for a moment, the taste still lingering while Suna turned his head to the side and exhaled.

He looked back up at you with stinging eyes, words could not possibly describe how beautiful you looked under the glowing pink moon. He pulled you in once more, this time more forceful. Teeth clashing and saliva spilling—he couldn’t get enough of you. You held the sides of his face with the heels of your palms, kneeling on the seat below you, desperately wanting to get closer. Suna drew back from your lips with a pop, only to come back and run his tongue all the way down your jawline and neck. Quiet moans ruptured from your throat as he sucked and nipped at the skin. You brought the joint to your lips and sucked on the end until the tip was bright red, only exhaling when Rintaro bit your shoulder.

Playfully smacking his arm, you winced, “Ow!”

He kissed the area as if to soothe the pain, “Sorry, princess, you just taste so good.”

“Yeah right, you smooth piece of shit,” you said, taking the joint in your lips again.

Suna removed himself from you, taking the blunt from your fingers and taking a hit himself. “C’mon, babe, save some for me.”

You cupped his cheek with one hand, the other exploring his chest, while you smooched his cheek and nuzzled your face into his neck, “As if you can’t roll one for yourself,” you purred.

Taking the last few inhales, he placed the remainder of the joint in the ashtray that sat in the cupholder. Rin hooked his index finger under your chin and pressed a quick kiss to your nose, “Where’s the fun in that?” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, your arms snaking around his waist, and rested his chin on your head. “Y’know, I’m really gonna miss moments like these.”

You sighed against his chest, “You’re talking like we’re splitting up.”

“Well we don’t really have a choice, do we? You’re gonna go study at some prestigious school in France, and I’m…” the strands of your hair flew askew as he exhaled above your head, “...staying here.”

You sat up, straddling his lap once again, bringing yourself eye level to Suna. “I’m coming back, you know that.” You caressed your thumb on his cheek and felt your chest ache when he leaned into your touch, like he was desperate for you to stay. “So don’t talk like we’re never going to see each other again.”

He raised his hand to hold yours and kissed the inside of your wrist tenderly. “Yeah, we’re going to see each other again, but we’re not going to be the same again.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You racked your brain for rebuttals, yet nothing came to mind. All you knew was that you couldn’t lie to him—you didn’t have the heart to. What good would come of lying to the person you loved?

“C’mon, princess, say something. Don’t...don’t let me overthink like this. My head,” you heard him sniffle against your ear. “I keep thinking about all these things—about the future, and, baby, I just can’t see one without you.”

He trembled beneath you, hoping that you didn’t have to see him cry. You didn’t want to look up at him either, afraid that if you let go, you’d never feel his warmth again.

“Rin, please...please don’t say that.” You clutched onto the fabric of his shirt tighter, indulging in the scent of his fabric softener. “You’re making it hard for me to say goodbye,” you pleaded.

He was no better, begging with every word that fell from his lips. “Would it be so selfish of me to want you to stay?”

You lifted your head from his shoulder, wiping your cheeks with your sleeves before taking on the courage to look at his face. His eyes were stained red, bloodshot from the tears that poured. He bit his lip as a last ditch attempt to stop it from quivering—he didn’t want you to see him so...weak.

“Baby…” you whispered, hands finding their way to his face, rubbing away the wetness on his skin. You lowered your head and pressed your foreheads together. Letting out a dry laugh, your breath brushed against the tip of his nose. “Why are you making this so hard for me?”

The rest of the night was a blur of grasps and heartbroken refusals to say farewell.

The silence of the drive was anything but peaceful. Both of you dreaded the moment the rumble of the engine would cease—both of you dreaded the moment you’d have to say your final goodbye. The air was dense, with a sort of sadness that was too heavy to feel all at once. Almost like if one of you had spoken, you’d break down all together. It seemed as if the evening was all jumbled together—the car ride was reminiscent of a limbo you were both stuck in, like the minutes were slowed and rushed at the same time.

Like everything in life, all good things must come to an end. As you watched the image of your home enlarge from the distance, your heart sank to your feet. The moment was inevitable, and yet you hoped it would never come.

The minivan came to a stop in the exact same place it was when he had picked you up. Suna remained unmoving in his seat, hesitant to turn the keys in the ignition to the off position. Once the car stilled, your eyes glanced at the man to your right, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. Your hand wandered down to the lock of your seatbelt, wincing with your eyelids shut at the sound of the click—an action that forced streams to fall down your cheeks. The thick fabric whipped to your side, freeing you from the atmosphere that suffocated you, but you lingered in your spot. There was a ringing in your ears, and you were sure that Rintaro could hear it too. The smooth plastic of the door handle which you reluctantly hooked your fingers around burned against your skin. Everything felt sedated. Reality felt altered. Nothing felt real. The second you tore your eyes away from in front of you, Suna unbuckled his seatbelt and threw it to the side. He grabbed a hold on your wrist, using his other hand to bring your face to his.

Your bodies pressed together, fingers tangling in each other’s hair, clothes, and anything you could grab onto to bring the other closer. Your hearts raced, lips embracing in a delicate hold, breaths leaving your mouths in sync. It was no longer static. Everything felt warm. Everything felt happy. For the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt okay.

One last time, you broke free, instantly feeling colder. Your foreheads rested against each other, unwilling to leave the car and unwilling to let the other go.

You kissed his nose, feeling him smile under your touch. “Whatever happens during these next few years, promise me we’ll find each other again,” you whispered in the dark.

He kissed your cheek, releasing you from his grip and rubbing your shoulder, a gesture that let you know he was ready to say goodbye. “I’ll find you in every lifetime, this one is no different.”

You slowly pulled the door handle and hopped out, leaning over your seat to give him one last kiss. “Don’t forget about me,” you giggled as you shut the car behind you and rushed to make it back to your room before sunrise.

“I love you,” Suna whispered as he watched you fade from view.

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[agathasangel]

leave everything behind but me- part 1 (diane sherman x fem!reader)

Warnings: Diane is still extremely dangerous, TW for stalking, drugs, and illness (also brief vomit mention), hurt/comfort with a bit more hurt, this series may end up going in an NSFW direction but there isn’t any here, I really don’t know exactly where it’s going.

AU where pretty much everything in the movie is the same except the very last scene. Diane gets out of jail but isn’t able to find or contact Chloe. This is gonna be a series and probably way too long (I’m already writing part 2). Also I know there are a lot of Diane fics that are like this, sorry about that. But this is really fun to write so oh well. 

Summary: You finally got the courage to run away and start a new life. Diane gets out of jail. She can’t find Chloe, but created a bond with another girl, you. And she would never, ever lose you. After all, you need her.

You were finally doing this. You were leaving your home behind and never looking back. You never had a good relationship with your parents, and now that you had graduated High School your parents were constantly threatening to kick you out. So instead, you decided to just leave. You had found a town on the east coast (across the country from your home state) and you had saved all your money from your job for the bus tickets, and found a roommate online, Anna. until you had finally announced to your parents that you were moving out. They acted relieved, like a huge burden was just taken off of their plate. But you knew they were secretly upset that they no longer would have someone to blame every inconvenience on.

You sat on the bus, listening to music and looking out the window. You noticed a silver minivan that happened to have been following you almost all day and on two different buses. You wondered where the driver of the minivan was going. Maybe whoever the driver was was running away too, but was lucky enough to have a car.

The bus stopped in Chicago, about halfway to your destination, and you had an eight hour layover that you had to manage to stay awake for despite the fact that you hadn’t slept in the past 24 hours. You decided to go to a cafe that was next to the bus station to get some coffee to pass the time and keep you up.

“I’ll just have a large coffee with cream and 1 sugar, please.”

“Great! That’ll be three-fifty.”

You searched in your wallet before realizing that you were completely out of cash that wasn’t going towards your bus ticket or room.

“...never mind”

“Hey, I can pay for you, don’t worry about it.” Said the woman standing behind you.

“Oh, you don’t have to-”

“Don’t worry, its no big deal. Just come and sit with me.”

You had time. Besides, you wanted someone to talk to and this woman was quite attractive.

“Sure. Thank you.”

The woman ordered and led you to a table.

“So, what’s your name?”

“I’m (y/n). And you?”

You heard the barista say “Two coffees for Diane?” and the woman got up

“I guess that answers that?” you said.

Diane walked over to get the coffees and stirred in the cream and sugar into both of them.

She gave you one of the coffees and said “Yes, my name is Diane Sherman. Are you from around here?”

“Oh no, I’m from the west coast. I’m on a bus trip, moving across the country. Fresh start, you know. And you?”

“I have been too, actually. Well, except I’ve been driving. Why do you need a fresh start?”

“My parents and I have a rough relationship. I just graduated High School and I didn’t feel like there was a reason to stay. What about you?”

“I’m sorry about that, (y/n). I actually lost my daughter recently, I’ve been incredibly lonely. I’m hoping for a new start, and some new connections.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Diane, that’s terrible.” You wondered what happened to her daughter, but thought it was best not to pry into this woman’s life.

“I’ll get through it. Maybe I’ll find someone else I can take care of. Someone who really needs it.”

Diane asked you more questions about your family, life, interests, everything. You felt like this woman had a genuine interest in you that you never felt from anyone else. You liked it. But as you talked you realized that the coffee wasn’t waking you up, if anything you felt even more tired. Maybe you just had to wait.

“I haven’t slept in so long, I’m so tired. Thank you for getting this coffee for me. It was nice to meet you, Diane.” You said, sad that your paths may never cross again.

“(Y/n), wait.”

You turned back to her.

“I have an idea. I have a motel room with two beds for tonight. Why don’t you sleep there and we forget about the buses, you can just ride with me.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve bought a house and I’m going there, but I can take you wherever you’d like, there’s no rush. I understand you may be suspicious as a younger woman when an older person asks you to ride with them and stay in their hotel room but I promise I only ask because, well honestly, I’m lonely and need someone to take care of.”

It was probably the sleep deprivation, but you believed her. You got into her silver minivan and drove to a nearby motel. When you got in the room you immediately dropped all your stuff and flopped down onto the bed, exhausted.

“Hey, sweetie, you can shower in the morning if you want to but you should at least change into pajamas.” said Diane. You found the energy to take your clothes off and put on an oversized t-shirt as you listened to Diane sing in the shower. You fell asleep to the sounds of the running shower and the older woman’s slightly off-key singing.

When you woke up, Diane was reading and sipping some coffee. You noticed she had also gotten you one.

“Morning, sweetheart. Now, I’m not in much of a rush to get out of here so just take your time. Drink your coffee and then take a shower, alright?”

“Sounds good!” You said, starting to drink your coffee.

“Great. I’m looking forward to spending more time with you, (y/n). I think maybe we were destined to meet. You without loving parents and me, in desperate need of someone to love and care for.”

“Maybe..”

You couldn’t explain why, but you did like this strange woman. She seemed kind, and she was very pretty, which couldn’t have hurt. The only reason you said yes to her last night was because you needed sleep so badly but now that you were fully rested, you couldn’t say you regretted it. You walked to the shower and felt a bit lightheaded. While you were in the shower you started to feel weak and you finally fell over.

As soon as she heard the thud of your body to the shower floor, Diane ran into the bathroom.

“(Y/N)? What happened? Are you ok?”

“I... I fell... I don’t know why.” You said, a bit embarrassed of the woman seeing your naked body like this

“Ok, let’s get you dried off and dressed, then I think we have to get some food into you.” and Diane helped you up, helped you dry off and took out your most comfortable-looking clothes and put them on you. This whole thing made you feel like a child, but you almost didn’t mind. It’s not like you’ve ever been taken care of like this before.

“Lean on me if you need to, I’ll come back for the luggage after you’re in the car.” You held onto Diane’s arm all the way to the front seat of the car.

“Just wait here, okay love?”

She got both your suitcase and hers and but them back in the car. You noticed that her suitcase that was in your room was not the only one she had, and she in fact had several suitcases, and lots of bags. She was older and more established than you, of course she had more things than you did.

She drove until you found a diner where the two of you could get breakfast. She helped you out of the car and told her to at least hold her hand while you walked.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, maybe eating something will make you feel better.”

“Yeah, I hope so. I’ve never felt like this before, I really hope I’m not sick.”

“I don’t think that’s it.”

While you ate you talked, and Diane gave you a pill that she said might make you feel better. You took it and you did start feeling a little bit better. 

“Is it working? Do you feel ready to go?”

“I think so”

And so you left the diner with Diane feeling a little bit better. She kept her hands on you to guide you as you went to the car, just in case. 

“I’m ok now. But thanks, Diane.”

“Of course.” She grabbed your hand for a second and smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat. Why did you feel this way?

Diane drove for several hours until you fell asleep again. When she woke you up you were in a hotel parking lot in a small town you didn’t recognize.

“Where are we?”

“I think we’re somewhere in central Pennsylvania. We have a lot more driving to do, but it’s getting late. Let’s get some dinner and get you to bed.”

That night was relaxing and easy. Diane ordered room service and you ate while sitting on her bed together and watching a movie. The two of you began to cuddle and you ended up falling asleep in the older woman’s arms. When you stirred early the next morning she was still holding you.

When you woke up for real, Diane brought you some coffee. 

Diane got back on the road and she asked you where you planned on staying. You told her you were going to stay with a girl named Anna who you talked to online. As the car ride progressed, the weak feeling you had the other day started to come back.

“That’s ok. You can stay with me tonight if you want.”

“You really don’t have to-”

“Yes, I do. I want to make sure you’re ok, let me take care of you.” You figured that if Diane were dangerous, she would have tried to do something to you by now since you’ve basically been alone with her for almost two days. How bad could it be?

It turned out that the house Diane lived very close to Anna anyway, so you decided why not.

You drove another seven or so hours from the hotel all the way to a small house in a very cute little town not too far from where you had planned on settling in.

“This is it.”

You got out of the car and brought your stuff into the house. It was a cute, small place that was already furnished. You and Diane both looked around. There were two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a living room and kitchen.

“It’s a good thing I got a two-bedroom, I guess. You can stay here as long as you’d like.”

“Thank you”“

“I’m gonna go out and bring some more stuff in and then I’ll make us some tea, does that sound good?”

“Sure.”

The two of you sat on the couch and talked while you drank the tea Diane made you. The tea didn’t taste bad, but it didn’t taste like anything you’ve had before. You told her more about your family life after she asked.

“Your parents were so lucky,” said Diane, who was getting a bit emotional, “to have a child as healthy and beautiful and sweet as you. There are so many people who would give anything to have what your parents took for granted.”

“I don’t know, maybe it is my fault. Maybe I was just a bad kid. Maybe I was hard to like, or dumb, or-”

“I don’t think you’re any of those things. And I’m sorry that you believe that, because it’s not true.”

“You think so?”

“I do.”  

You went to bed that night in your room and Diane in hers. When you woke up you felt weak and sick to your stomach. You guessed that Diane was wrong and you were in fact coming down with something.

“Diane!” You felt bad for possibly waking her up, but you’d feel even worse if you threw up on the sheets, and you didn’t know if you could make it to the bathroom. So you did it. She immediately came running to you.

“Are you ok, sweetie? What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m sick. Do you have a bucket or something?”

“Yes. Just one second.”

She left and very quickly brought back a bucket for you.

“I hope I haven’t gotten you sick too.”

“Don’t worry about that, I rarely get sick. Just let me take care of you.”

And you did. For the next few days as she looked for teaching jobs she nursed you back to health. Well, almost-health, at least. You weren’t having stomachaches or throwing up anymore but you still felt weak. She gave you pills and lots of them, and some might have had some bad side effects. All the pain medication she gave you almost had a numbing effect on your body. Anna had completely stopped responding to you and you worried she didn’t want to be roommates anymore, not like you could be on your own right now anyway in the state you were in. You needed Diane to take care of you. She was being interviewed for a position as a science teacher at the local High School but other than working on all of the application material she had all the free time in the world to be with you.

“Anna said she found another roommate.”

“Hey, don’t worry about that alright? You’re still sick and I really don’t mind you just... staying here and living with me. Besides, I really think I’m going to get this job and if I do I’ll easily be able to support the both of us.”

“Diane, you don’t have to... I applied for some jobs already.”

“None of which you can do when you’re sick, now please lie back down. I know you feel bad for letting me take care of you and baby you so much, but you don’t have to. I’ve already told you that I like having someone to take care of. And I know you like it when I take care of you too.”

And you hated to admit it, but she was right. Despite how horrible you felt physically, you enjoyed your time with Diane. You started doing a lot of fun things together. You both enjoyed yourselves, and Diane sometimes told you that she felt like she had a daughter again. She made you feel loved. You still had your own bed, but you often fell asleep on the couch or in Diane’s bed while the two of you cuddled.

“I love you, (y/n). My baby.” Diane said as you started to drift off on the couch with her that night.

#diane sherman x reader #diane sherman #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson fics #my fics

[strong-as-a-tree]

LEVI X HANDMAID!READER (THE HANDMAID’S TALE X SNK - CROSSOVER) // PART. 7

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader (also Erwin but not romantically)

Disclaimers: Considering what the Handmaid’s Tale is talking about, expect to have some shocking scenes in this. If you are not sure, please look out for a summary of the show on the internet before reading. This story will contain sensible topics if you are not comfortable with the followings, please don’t read this story ♡

Also, yeah the characters will be slightly OOC, because of the nature of the story I couldn’t do it differently, I know Canon Erwin would never endorse Gilead, it literally hurts me to write him as this disgusting Commander… Sorry in advance for any Erwin’s simps !

TW: Emotional Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Female Oppression, mention of executional death, childbirth

Minors DNI

Word count: 1,852 words MASTERLIST

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6

"Ofdaniel is in labour!"

Ruth had woken you up with this amazing news, the older woman immediately helped you get dressed, as the minivan was on its way to pick you up. You had never witnessed a birth yet, of course you knew what you would have to do, they prepared every handmaids for those kind of events back at the Red Center. Despite knowing what was to come, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous at the prospect of witnessing the birth of a child.

The red mini van picked you up, it was raining outside, you could hear the rain hitting the van from inside. As usual, the handmaids weren't allowed to talk in the vehicle, but you could all feel the excitement filling the air.

You were the last handmaids to arrive at the house, and Aunt Olga greeted you with a large grin on her face. She made you all walk in single file along the long corridor leading you to Ofdaniel. You spotted the wives on your way there, all dressed in their regular blue dresses, crowded around Ofdaniel's Commander's wife, who was on the floor, acting as though she was having contractions. Childbirth, like the Ceremony, had a strict protocol to follow, one of which was that the wife must act as if she is in labor herself, allegedly to strengthen the bond between the future mother and the baby.

When you entered the master bedroom, Ofdaniel was panting and her contractions were getting harder and stronger, and the image of the wives soon faded from your mind. The majority of the handmaids had already gathered around her, doing the breathing exercise with her, you joined them. When it was time to push, all the handmaids assisted Ofdaniel to sit in the wooden birthing chair, 'breath in, breath out'. 'Breath in, breath out', the wives entered and helped the Commander's wife to sit on the chair too, right behind Ofdaniel, you didn't even laid an eyes on them, you were sorely focused on Ofdaniel. She was amazing, breathing at the right times, pushing like they taught you at the Red Center.

There were so many people in the room, but still, you thought Ofdaniel was the epitome of dignity, you were awestruck by her strength. Meanwhile, the Commander's wife was also letting out small whimpers, acting as she was pushing along with Ofdaniel. As Aunt Olga announced that the baby's head was out, you patted Ofdaniel's back, 'breath in, breath out,' and the baby was eventually out after a few pushes. Silence fell in the room, when a cry finally escaped the infant's mouth, everyone let out a cry of relief. "There is no greater miracle than the miracle of life." said Aunt Olga with a smile on her face. Ofdaniel was glowing, already putting her arms towards the baby, but Aunt Olga ignored her and gave the baby to the Commander's wife.

One of the handmaid took Ofdaniel's hands so the wives wouldn't notice her previous gesture, you could see that Ofdaniel eyes were glued to her baby, the wives were already leaving the room. You noticed Ofdaniel's face contort in a desperate state, tears streaming down her cheeks, and you knew she was about to explode; you weren't the only one who realised it, and all the handmaids gathered around her and hugged her, preventing the woman from doing anything that would result in her punishment. Her muffled cries could be heard, and silent tears welled up in your eyes as well.

Most of the other handmaids had left, the other that stayed were helping the Martha of the house with the buffet for the Commanders and the wives. You were still in the master bedroom, Aunt Olga had asked you to stay with Ofdaniel, the older woman was surely with the Commander's wife, examining the baby, it was also part of an Aunt's job after all. You were sitting on the bed, next to you was Ofdaniel, she was laying under the covers, you had helped her get cleaned with Ofgrisha earlier. She was silent, her eyes were wide open, looking at the ceiling above you. You were holding her hand that was resting on her still swollen stomach, "It's funny, y'know", Ofdaniel's voice was so faint that at first you thought you had imagined it. The woman didn't wait for you to ask her what was funny as she continued, "Every month they desperately tried to put a child in me here, in this bedroom, and today they placed me in this bedroom again, but this time, I had to give them back this child..."

You pinched your lips, unsure what to say; although Gilead taught you that your whole life should revolve around having a baby, you had a nagging feeling that if life had been different for you, if Gilead hadn't existed, if they hadn't taken you away from your parents when you were still a teenager, you wouldn't have wanted children. Maybe Gilead simply ruined the idea of motherhood for you, and you were lying to yourself, 'there is no use to think about that, it's not like you would ever be a mother anyway', you thought as you tried to push the mental image of a baby in your arms out of your mind.

Having a baby would entail, like Ofdaniel, having to give it up and immediately go to another 'family' to give them another child. You knew it was your fate, Gilead frequently tested their handmaids, and you knew for a fact that you were very much able to get pregnant. As Aunt Olga would say, that meant you'd never be transferred to the colonies; you'd been blessed. Still, after every Ceremonies, you couldn't help but pray that your Commander was sterile, every month without getting pregnant, were days of semblance of 'freedom'. Not being pregnant, not being under a man's body, not having to take care of another person's child, was the maximum freedom a woman could get in Gilead.

"Ah, my girls!", your thoughts got interrupted as Aunt Olga entered the room, she was beaming! Ofdaniel looked at her with an absent look on her face, you recognized that look, you had worn it before, she had given up. You immediately thought of Levi's words; 'If you continue to shield your mind like this, [...] you'll lose yourself'. You tried to catch her attention by shaking her hand a little, but it was in vain, she didn't acknowledge your gesture. "Oh! Ofdaniel, you did such a good job!" exclaimed the older woman as she sat on the opposite side of the bed, taking Ofdaniel's other hand, "Your Commander is so happy! And his wife too!", Olga was overjoyed, you couldn't help but think she must be even more happy that the parents, you had seen the look on her face when she handed the infant to the wife, there was a tinge of envy, if not outright jealously, beneath her plastered smile. It was not the first time you had seen that look on her face, on your way to the your Commander's house, you also had that thought about the older woman.

"The baby is an healthy little boy, five fingers and five toes on each hand and foot!", said the woman with a laugh, at that statement Ofdaniel's eyes shot up, "C-can I see him?", Aunt Olga sighed, her palm resting on Ofdaniel's cheek, "Oh my dear..." she whispered, "I wish I could say yes for the sake of the baby's health! But the Commander's wife doesn't want you to breastfeed the baby", she said with a disappointed voice. Ofdaniel looked at the ceiling again, a single tear streaming down her cheek, as Olga continued blabbering about how it was a shame that the baby will be fed with formula instead of breast milk. The older woman was known for always saying how much she cared and loved her 'girls', what a lie you thought, right now her only worry was on the infant, not on Ofdaniel.

"I think Ofdaniel needs some rest, Aunt Olga," you finally murmured, interrupting the woman's outpouring, "Oh, you are right Oferwin, how lucky you are Ofdaniel to have such a caring friend beside you!" You cringed at her words; 'lucky' was not the word you had in mind right now. Suddenly Ofdaniel sat up and grabbed Olga's hand, stopping the older woman as she was about to get up, "What's his name?". Olga hesitated a second, studying Ofdaniel's face, "They named him Armin."

You spent the entire day with Ofdaniel, Ofgrisha had come at some point to keep you company, but it was very silent. As the day progressed, Ofdaniel's sadness worsened, and she was forced to return to her chamber. The new parents no longer needed her, therefore she will return to the Red Center tomorrow to rest before being assigned to a new family.

It was late at night and all the other handmaids had left, Aunt Olga had called for Levi to bring you back home, you kissed Ofdaniel's forehead, "I'm sorry" you whispered. You weren't quite sure why you were apologizing, maybe you said sorry because you knew no one would apologize to her; her Commander would never apologize for the Ceremonies, his wife would never apologize for taking her baby away, Aunt Olga would never apologize for not defending her right to see little Armin, Gilead would never apologize.

As you were leaving, you passed by the living room, you caught a glimpse of the baby, he was in a little bassinet, his eyes were closed, but you saw some light almost white hair sticking out of his bonnet. Levi was waiting for you in front of the black Range Rover, he opened the door for you, after making sure you were comfortable, the driver took a seat behind the wheel. You were in the back, you felt tired, all of the emotions of the day took a toll on you. "It's a boy" you suddenly said, you didn't know why you said it, you were sure Levi couldn't care less about the child, but you felt the need to talk. The man didn't react at your words, his eyes were focused on the road, "I think he'll have blond hair, like Ofdaniel", you said, smiling at that thought, neither the Commander nor his wife had blond hair, so the child would at least get something from his mother.

Levi looked at you in the rearview mirror, "Hopefully he won't inherit the Commander's nose", you snorted, he said it with such a nonchalant voice. You continued to tell him how the day went, not forgetting to mention every little detail that you thought were important, like how amazed you were at Ofdaniel's strength or how ridiculous the wife looked when she faked having contractions. Levi didn't speak much, only nodding or giving a witty remark here and there. It was relaxing, it was strangely normal. Normality was such a foreign feeling since you arrived at Gilead, so you embraced the moment.

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PART 8

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