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#also i could have included my grandpa moms side here because he also died last year and i have very few pictures
c0rnerkid · 3 years
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7, 18, 29, 35 and 49! <3
7. What was your first word as a child (that wasn’t a variation of “Mom” or “Dad”)?
i dont know, my parents didnt keep track of that :( the curse of being the youngest child
18. What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless?
H2O just add water.... its bad.... but i have rewatched it so many times... its my comfort show
29. Who’s your go-to musical artist when you’re feeling upbeat?
probably abba tbh ^-^ i have a whole upbeat playlist of all kinds of different artist though so i wouldnt just listen to them
35. You have to get one meme tattooed on your body, what meme is it and where does it go?
i would put the minimalistic loss on my ankle simply so that people would notice i have a tattoo there and once they looked closer they would just. see loss. and hate me
49. What’s something that you don’t have a picture of that you wish you did?
probably me with my grandpa dads side, grandma moms side and aunt dads side. they all died in the past three years and i have next to no pictures of grown up me with them
thank you tanja! idk what it is about these numbers but i think theyre really pleasing together. they fit well
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stressedoutcanary · 3 years
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Family Matters - Batfamily x Reader
Summary: A surprise birthday party and Batfamily being chaotic.
“That's it Dick just a little to the right...No the other right...No! Not there you goofus! Just...Just get down from the chandelier before it comes crashing down on the rest of us and For God's Sake let Duke handle the ribbons before you somehow strangle yourself with them”
Warnings ⚠️: Fluff, lots of it, angst because I can’t help myself, Reader has got some parental issues. Hurt/Comfort.
Word count: 2.4k
A/N: I wanted some good dad Bruce content so I did it myself. Also I might have been influenced by a post I made a while back about Bruce and his children. I haven't used reader's pronouns anywhere so it's kinda gender neutral.
I don’t know where I was going with this, my imagines are often like a train derailed from its track but I think it’s fine. So Enjoy ;)  
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"Focus (Y/S/N), don't jump in in blind, assessing what action your opponent is about to undertake and countering it out before they can complete that action, this is the key lesson for you today", Batman's commanding voice echoed in the enclosed area of the batcave as he observed you attempting to roundhouse kick the boy in front of you. It was rather rashly executed with the hope of knocking him down which, for obvious reasons, only ended up with your leg connecting with nothing but thin air.
'Damn he is fast when he actually tries.'
"Easy for you to say Old Man! You aren't the one dancing with Mister Duckboy, the teen wonder over here!", you exclaimed, panting as your chest heaved from the exertion.
"Duckboy?!", Tim looked near scandalized as you grinned in return, stealing a glance towards the giggling crowd gathered near the stairs.
Everyone was already in the cave, it was a rare occurrence, it happened only when the issues of upmost importance were being discussed. Today was one of those days; The planning of Alfred Pennyworth's surprise birthday party.
However things usually went a lot less violent, this day every year. The sparring session this year was the result of you messing up, real bad while on patrol last night and since you were around the same age as Tim, he was found to be the most appropriate partner for it. The only drawback was that he had a staff in his hands while your weapons were confiscated, because in Bruce's words 'you rely on them too much'. You were already tired and Tim had a huge advantage over you, if you wanted to win this match you had to be quick and efficient at the same time.
Distracting Tim by your comment allowed you to have an opening, gathering all your strength you went in for a forward strike. Unfortunately he was more than ready to take you on, he crouched down, narrowly missing your punch then proceeded to swipe your legs off of the ground with his bo staff making you fall butt first on the floor.
"Congratulations you've managed to hurt both my ass and my ego, Timbers", You said laying back on the ground, hands and legs spread out and instead of helping you up, Tim joined you on the floor sitting next to you. You gave him a look that was equivalent to 'next time I get the chance, I am going to push you off a roof'.
"Your skills need improvement", Bruce said in his monotonous tone as you grunted knowing that a full ass lecture was gonna follow, but before he could get another word out, Jason chimed in with a statement no one ever expected to hear from him,"You know (Y/N), he's not wrong in fact I think the old man's actually got a point."
Jaws dropped to floor, Tim looked like he just saw a ghost, Dick who was standing near Barbara pinched himself to see whether he was dreaming or not, Damian snapped his neck up from where he was sharpening his katana, even Titus and Ace perked their heads up at the sudden silence that settled over the place. Barbara, Cass, Duke and Steph looked equally shocked.
"Before you all get any ideas, what I'm trying to say is you better pay attention because B over here won't be able to save your ass, 'cause if you slack off the next thing you know you would be in a warehouse with a maniac, getting blown to bits", Jason looked at Bruce with accusing eyes.
'And here I thought he was finally going to say something sensible', you thought to yourself as he continued,
"Take it from someone who has had that experience, you guys remember right? The fact that I--"
"Died, we know!!", everyone groaned at the same time and Bruce looked like he had to physically restrain himself from faceplaming.
"Okay! Guys how about we go ahead and do the thing we all actually came here to do instead of... whatever this conversation was", you suggested, getting up and patting the dust off your clothes.
"Well then someone has got to ask the important question here", Barbara looked around as she worded her sentence,"who is going to be the one to keep Alfred busy while we get everything ready?"
Once again the cave went silent. For a whole bunch of detectives, you all were very, very scared of Alfred, including Bruce even though he will never admit it, lying to The old-butler-cum-grandpa and making random excuses for the whole 3 hours was a thought dreadful enough to make all of you exchange petrified glances at each other hoping someone would step forward to do the job.
"I'll do it", dick raised his hand.
"NO!", everyone snapped and Dick's head tilted with a pout.
"You are good at doing a lot of stuff boy wonder, hiding things from Alfred isn't one of them", Barbara comforted Dick as Damian stepped up next.
"*tt* Since none of you imbeciles have the courage or the ability to do it. I shall be the one to handle Pennyworth. Gordon, Cain and Titus, I will require your assistance", Damian spoke or rather commanded as he went up the stairs, followed by the group he chose.
"Don't mess this up for us, you gremlin!"
"Tim!", you lightly jabbed him in the side with your elbow.
"Ow! What?"
"Be nice", you narrowed your eyes and he understood you were being serious.
"Fine I'll try, but don't blame me if he starts something", Tim shrugged carelessly. You shook your head and let out an audible sigh as you followed everyone else up towards the manor.
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"That's it Dick just a little to the right...No the other right...No! Not there you goofus! Just...Just get down from the chandelier before it comes crashing down on the rest of us and For God's Sake let Duke handle the ribbons before you somehow strangle yourself with them", you eyed him worriedly.
"Oh come (Y/N) it'll be fine!", the cheerfulness in his voice made you cock an eyebrow at him from below. Duke slid in beside you.
"10 bucks says he will somehow fall within the next hour"
"Oh Duke you should know better, 20 says he'll fall within 30 minutes", you turned towards him with an evil smile.
"What are you both talking about down there?"
"NOTHING!", you both said in unison on which Dick gave you a confused look.
"Oh Hey look Steph needs my help with the cake so, see ya!", you quickly moved to the other side of the room checking in with Stephanie and Tim. She gave you a thumbs up to signal that everything was going according to plan and the place was almost ready. Everyone was laughing, bickering, having fun, it was all very rare and seeing it, a warm feeling spread throughout you.
You smiled to yourself for a moment but it faltered and a frown pulled up at your lips, a sorrowful thought crossed your mind, something you always kept buried deep down. Looking around and seeing as nobody needed your help at the moment you decided to slip out of the chaos, taking slow steps towards the patio to clear your head.
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Leaning against the railing you thought back to how you left your house this morning telling your mother that you are going to stay at your friend's place for a while and how she just waved her hand at that, not even questioning you anymore. Your mind was completely elsewhere, despite the awe-inspiring dense forest right in front of you, your eyes were lost in space.
You registered, a bit too late, the presence of someone standing beside you.
"It is a nice view, but something tells me that's not what brought to out here, away from everyone else"
"Careful there Brucie or people might think that you are actually capable of some emotions which happen include caring for people", you retorted back at him. It was always a sort of defense mechanism for you, whenever you felt exposed you countered it with snarky remark.
You closed your eyes hoping that Bruce would just walk away. But he didn't. He stayed there.
Bruce leaned on the railing beside you and waited. You took a deep breath, contemplating you next move carefully.
"...Look It's really silly so can we drop it?", you whispered wondering why in the world would Bruce of all people, care about your feelings.
"Talk to me (Y/N). I can tell when something is bothering you, I may not be your father, but you are my family.", unlike usual, his voice was gentle and genuine when he spoke to you.
"I am really not a fan of surprise birthdays", you stated, starting off vaguely.
"And why is that?"
"Because I...It's silly but this one time I spent a whole week working on a birthday gift for my mom, it was like a craft pop up box which had multiple photos of us together, I made that from scratch! everything in it I made that, I worked hard for it, I did it out of love but when I gave her that surprise gift you know what she said Bruce! She said that I wasted my time that she would've been much happier if I had focused on my studies, she never even once said that she liked it and I--", you looked at him with tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill.
"I don't know Bruce, it-it just makes me feel sad you know? every little thing reminds me that my mother doesn’t seem to love me anymore. There is this constant thought in my mind that no one cares about me, about what I do for them and I don’t know what to do with a thought like that."
"That's not true, look around you kiddo, you are surrounded by people who would do anything for you, who love you from the bottom of their hearts", Bruce finally looked at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
"That's the thing! I am not an orphan!", you blurted out and Bruce looked more confused than ever.
"I'm aware"
"No! No you are not. I am not one of those kids you picked up from somewhere, I don't live here, Like I am sure you people aren't even sane, hell! you all make up the most dysfunctional family I have ever seen! I don’t belong here, you people have no reason to care about", Bruce gave you a sideways look, slightly chuckling at your sudden description of the people in the manor.
"But I still love everyone, my mom, you, every dumbass inside the manor right now, no matter much pain they cause me and I don't get why", this time when he looked at you, you didn't look like the vigilante who sucker punched The Riddler in the face last night, you looked like a scared little kid who is lost.
Bruce stood up straight and wrapped you in a hug. Something you never expected to happen in a million years. The shocked settled in after a bit and you wrapped your hands around him, burying your face in his chest.
"The people we love are still people at the end of the day. They act out, and sometimes they let us down, hurt us even, but that doesn't mean we stop loving them. For every bad memory, there will always be a good one that will get you through it. I promise you that (Y/N)", Bruce pulled away and gave you a warm smile. You couldn't help but smile back, your face matching his.
"Okay who are you and what have you done with Bruce Wayne? because I don't recognize this man who is full of emotions and on top of that, is giving free hugs right now", you broke into a grin, making Bruce's face go back to the stoic version.
"If you tell anyone, I will deny it"
"Sure you will"
Suddenly a clattering sound came from the hall, alerting you both. This, however, was followed by a 'I'm okay!' By the one Dick Grayson, which in turn was followed by Duke's 'Oh no!'
"Any idea what that was about?", Bruce inquired raising an eyebrow as you burst out laughing.
"That, you big softie, was the sound of me getting my 20 dollars, now let's get back before they destroy everything."
•°•°
You and Bruce entered back into the hall, everyone was gathered around waiting for Damian and his group to signal the beloved butler's arrival. You stood next to Tim as Jason moved towards the switches to turn off the lights.
"Okay I'll bite why are you covered in frosting before the party even started?"
"Steph", Tim replied, too tired to elaborate, leaving you giggling.
Barbara, Cass and Damian rushed through the door, looking close to terrified, with Titus tagging along.
"He is here, HIDE!", Damian said quickly closing the doors.
After a few moments, the door creaked open and Alfred's voice came through, "Master Damian, you and I will have words for what you did to-- Oh my", he was stuck to his position at the door, too shocked to say anything more after looking at the decorations and bunch gathered around an enormous cake.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALFRED!!", you all exclaimed with extreme excitement.
As the party went on you noticed that there was, in fact, a broken chandelier broomed to the side, later on there were a few not-at-all-safe stunts performed by the boys, some really bad puns made by Dick, all sorts of shenanigans by the others and cake, lots of cake. You looked around, everyone was busy doing something but now you knew Bruce was right:
You have one hell of a family, original, found or otherwise. And you love them all no matter what.
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holidaywishes · 3 years
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Dusk Till Dawn
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  Requested: 👍
  Summary/Request: 22 of the music prompts with Matthew Tkachuk please? “but you’ll never be alone / i’ll be with you from dusk till dawn” (dusk till dawn, zayn & sia) for @chuckythepest
  Warning: fluff, maybe some angst, soft smut (I’ll be honest, I changed my mind about having a bit of smut in here or not and it’s not much but it’s there, so...)
  Author’s Note: I’m sorry it’s taken me a little bit longer to write but hopefully it gives you what you’re looking for. I’ve never listened to this song so much in my life; I had it playing on repeat as I wrote this so I could really get a feel of what to write. My friend is a huge Matthew Tkachuk fan, really a huge Flames fan in general, but I have to admit I had to watch a lot of interviews to get a feel for the guy. I also wasn’t sure if I wanted it to be an angsty fic or a fluffy one because the song kinda has both vibes so honestly, it’ll be an adventure for the both of us. If you enjoyed this one, here’s the entire list of prompts. Feel free to send your requests through! Stay Golden, loves <3! 
  masterlist
  the other masterlist
xx
  You had been on a vacation with a few of your friends in Cancun for about a week when you got the news that everything was going into lockdown
  “What does this mean?” your friend, Beth, asked as she paced around the hotel room
  “It means that everyone has to stay inside for a bit” you said
  “No, what does that mean for us?” she asked again
  “I guess it means that we have to isolate when we get home” another of your friends, Jenna, replied as she dropped onto the bed
  “I wouldn’t have left if I knew we were gonna come back to a total nationwide, international lockdown!” Melanie, your childhood friend shouted frantically
  “Okay, everyone calm down...” you sighed, “we knew this was a possibility, as much as we might want to say that we didn’t, we knew that we could get home and everything would be shut down”
  “So what do we do?” Beth asked
  “We...” you stammered, not having the answers but trying your best to stay calm, “we listen. We do what we’re told -- isolate, quarantine, get tested, all of it -- and then hopefully it’ll be over soon.” Your words were like a curse because as soon as you got back to St. Louis, the world seemed crazier than it ever was. Months went by and nothing changed. People were still getting sick, still dying, and there were still people who thought it was all a hoax. Birthdays were spent apart, friends stopped making an effort to keep in touch and it made everything feel... cold and sad. The only thing that seemed to make any sense was your friendship with Matthew.
  “What’s up kid?” he texted one day after a particularly hard week and you just about broke down in front of your phone screen
  “I lost my job...” you sent back
  “Ah shit, I’m sorry”
  “It’s fine but thank you”
  “It’s not fine”
  “I mean, no, but it’s not like it’s just me. Half of the world has lost their jobs”
  “That doesn’t mean you have to be all fine about it”
  “Matt, seriously, it’s fine”
  “You say that now and then two days from now you’ll get pissed about someone else getting promoted”
  “I wouldn’t do that”
  “Not on purpose but stress can do things to a person...”
  “I’ll be fine but thank you for caring so much”
  “Anytime!” you smiled at his concern before changing the subject, checking in with his family, asking him about what was going to happen with the season, “I have no idea... everything is still shut down until further notice”
  “I hope things get better by Christmas”
  “At the rate things are going, I don’t think they will”
  “Way to stay positive, Tkachuk” you scoffed to yourself
  “It’s what I do 😜” the conversation didn’t last long after that and you went on a spiral of looking and applying for jobs; everything came crashing down when you’re grandpa got sick and you couldn’t visit him. You called the hospital every day, not wanting your grandpa to be alone, but they wouldn’t let you in, ‘protocols’ they said
  “I don’t know what to do, Matt” you sobbed over the phone
  “Relax,” he tried, “we’ll get you in there”
  “They won’t let me in!” you argued, raising your voice in anger, “he’s dying and they won’t let me see him...”
  “I can make sure you see him.”
xx
Matthew’s P.O.V
  You were trying your best to get (Y/N) into the hospital to see her grandpa but it was taking a lot more effort than you thought
  “Please,” you begged the doctor, “he doesn’t have anyone else. She’s not getting any answers and she just wants to see him, even if it’s to say goodbye”
  “I’m sorry. I can’t break the rules for your girlfriend” the doctor replied
  “No--” you stammered, trying to backtrack, “she’s not my girlfriend. She’s my best friend and she wants to see her grandfather”
  “I can’t break protocols for one person. We’re doing everything we can to keep him healthy and if we invite guests inside, it puts our patients at risk,” the doctor explained, “maybe we can set up a Zoom call”
  “If he dies and she isn’t there, she will blame herself for the rest of her life”
  “I’m sorry. I don’t have a choice...” you angrily hung up the phone, throwing it to the side while you thought up a plan before calling (Y/N).
  “The doctor said no...” you said solemnly
  “What?” she whimpered, “Matt, he can’t be alone there. In a hospital, he needs to be with people who love him”
  “They said they have protocols,” you added, “but we can sneak in there...”
  “Sneak into a hospital?” she scoffed, “Matthew, we’re not spies. We can’t sneak into a hospital during a pandemic”
  “Just trust me”
  “What happens if we get caught? If we get in trouble?”
  “We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it”
  “I can’t le--”
  “Just trust me” you interrupted, convincing her that everything would be okay and ending the call. You made your way to the hospital where (Y/N)’s grandpa had been checked into and asked around about how someone could have visitors
  “They’d have to be tested before they came and then retested, temperature checked, when they got here,” a nurse explained, “and then they’d have to sit behind a barrier with a mask on. It wouldn’t be any different than most other places -- we’re following the same guidelines and restrictions, we just have to be 10 times as careful because we have lives at stake”
  “But if a family member did all that, the tests and followed the guidelines, they could come visit?” you asked, feeling like you might be getting close to a solution
  “Hypothetically?” she started, “it’s possible but there would be a time limit. Maybe 10 minutes maximum and even that’s pushing it”
  “I can work with that!” you smiled under your mask and rushed out of the hospital, texting (Y/N) about what needed to be done, the two of you rushing to a testing facility as fast as possible and waited impatiently for the results. When both of your results came back negative, you told her you’d make a call and get her in to see her grandpa; she hugged you tightly before a tear fell from her eye onto your exposed collarbone. “He’s gonna be okay” you whispered
  “Thank you,” she replied, keeping her arms wrapped around your neck, “for doing all this for me”
  “I know how much he means to you” you smiled at her when she finally let go of you, her eyes softening at your words. You and (Y/N) met when your dad was drafted to St. Louis and had been friends ever since, celebrating each others successes as the years went by. Her grandparents raised her after her mom died and her dad took off, she was only six years old; her grandma died two years later so it was (Y/N) and her grandpa against the world. They were inseparable and she would’ve done anything for him -- including letting you sweet talk a group of nurses to get her into a hospital during a global pandemic. You watched as she made her way down the hallway, the lack of visitors and laughter making everything suddenly feel real, she stopped in front of a large glass door clutching onto the coat that she held in her hands as she waited for someone to let her in. A doctor finally let her in but stayed close by, pulling her out after 10 minutes had passed, not a second more, “come on, man,” you begged, “let her have a little bit more time”
  “I can’t” he replied before looking at (Y/N), “I really am sorry.” She nodded at the doctor before looking back toward her grandpa’s room and tucking herself into your side as you made your way out of the hospital. You started to drive her home but after miles of silence, she asked if you could take her to the park where the two of you used to sneak out to
  “Yeah, sure” you agreed, keeping your voice soft and letting her rest her head against the window for the remainder of the ride. When you pulled up in front of the park and parked the car, you looked at (Y/N) noticing a stream of dried tears on her cheeks before she swung open the car door and ran to the swings. She did this every once in a while, tried to ignore her pain and focus on putting a smile on someone else’s face by pretending she was fine. You could always tell that she wasn’t fine but you couldn’t always bring her out of it, “(Y/N)...” you sighed
  “Come on, Matty!” she called, pushing herself on the swing to see how high she could get, “let’s see if you can get higher than me!”
  “(Y/N).. we don’t have to do this. We could just sit and talk if you wanted to...”
  “Why? I wanted to come to the park to play, not to talk,” she challenged, “if I wanted to talk, I would’ve gone home or to your place...” you exhaled as you walked toward the free swing beside her, your eyes following her as they tried to catch a glimpse of her face; trying to gauge whether or not she was crying. She didn’t stay on the swing too much longer, instead choosing to jump onto the Merry Go-Round
  “You’re gonna spin on this now?” you scoffed
  “No,” she answered with a laugh, laying down on the cold metal, “you’re going to spin me and I’m gonna see how long it takes me to get dizzy.. Just like we used to do.” You obliged, letting the sound of her laughter fill the air while the old playground equipment squeaked below her. As you kept spinning her, you noticed that her once happy laughter had been replaced by whimpers and you fought to slow down the Merry Go-Round
  “(Y/N)?” you asked as you rushed to her, “what’s wrong? what happened?”
  “He’s all alone, Matt...” she cried, “you should’ve seen him, he was so weak and I just wanted to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay but I don’t think he’s going to be okay...”
  “Shhh,” you tried to calm her sobs, letting her head fall onto your shoulder, “I’m here”
  “I don’t want him to be alone... I don’t want to be alone” she sobbed
  “You’re not alone...” you whispered and she looked up at you, her eyes flooded with tears, “you’ll never be alone...” you could tell by the way she looked at you that she wanted you to kiss her but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything, fearing that she was too vulnerable and you’d be taking advantage of her. So, you continued to hold her instead, for as long as she needed but when she lifted her head up from your shoulder to look at you once more, she made the first move, pressing her lips onto yours as dusk set in and the two of you were the only sound either of you could hear. Your lips moved in sync with hers as your hands laid firmly on her sides; rolling her onto her back slowly so she didn’t hit her head. Her hands roamed to the top of your zipper, pushing the slider down before you tore it off your body quickly, leaving her lips for just a second to throw the fabric behind you. As much as you wanted this to happen, you were still being careful and she could feel your hesitation
  “What’s wrong?” she asked
  “Nothing,” you lied, “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this. That you’re not just doing this because you’re upset...”
  “I know what I’m doing, Matt” she smiled.
xx
  When Matt started to drive you home, you asked him to redirect you to the park the two of you used to go as kids; so you could feel a little less like the world was falling apart
  “Yeah, sure” he said softly before your head fell against the window as you waited for him to pull up to the park. You had managed to keep your crying quiet enough that, when he saw you, Matt was surprised to see the stream of tears on your cheeks. You pressed your lips together before you rushed out of the car toward the old swing set, jumping on and trying to get as high off the ground as possible
  “(Y/N)...” Matt sighed and the tone of his voice was all too familiar so you ignored it
  “Come on, Matty!” you laughed when you called to him, “let’s see if you can get higher than me!”
  “(Y/N).. we don’t have to do this. We could just sit and talk if you wanted to...” he tried but you shook your head. You just wanted to forget what you’d just seen, forget about what was happening, forget that you might have to be alone again and you really didn’t want to be alone again
  “Why?” you urged, “I wanted to come to the park to play not to talk. If I wanted to talk I would’ve gone home or to your place...” he finally walked to the swing next to you and began pumping his legs to meet your height before you could feel him watching you, leading you to hop off the swing and head to the next piece of equipment from your childhood; the Merry Go-Round.
  “You’re gonna spin on this now?” Matt scoffed as he followed you to the metal death trap that you climbed on
  “No,” you replied, chuckling at his question before lying down, your exposed skin meeting the cold metal below you, “you’re going to spin me and I’m gonna see how long it takes me to get dizzy.. Just like we used to do.” He compressed his lips and did as you asked, spinning you quickly and you laughed as you got increasingly dizzy with every turn before your grandpa’s face popped into your head; tears overcoming you as whimpers left your lips. Matt quickly dug his feet into the ground to stop the Merry Go-Round
  “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” he rushed to you, pulling you close to him, “what happened?”
  “He’s all alone, Matt,” you cried as you remembered your grandpa in the hospital. He was all you had and the idea of him not being with you terrified you, “you should’ve seen him, he was so weak and I just wanted to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay but I don’t think he’s going to be okay...” you shook your head frantically at the thought
  “Shhh..” he hushed you, letting your head fall on his shoulder, “I’m here”
  “I don’t want him to be alone... I don’t want to be alone” you sobbed
  “You’re not alone,” he whispered and you felt his body move closer to yours, just to close the space between you, your eyes continuing to brim with tears, “you’ll never be alone.” Whether it was your fear of being alone, of losing the only person who had ever loved you, or if you just wanted to be close to someone, anybody, you looked up at Matt with soft eyes, hoping he’d make a move. But he didn’t. He just held you and, as nice as it was, it wasn’t what you wanted. You lifted your head once more, this time moving your lips closer to his as the sky filled with the dark hues of dusk, his breath brushing across your skin before your lips connected with his. He pressed his hand against your waist as he kissed you slowly, your lips parting just enough for his tongue to inch into your mouth before he shifted his body to lay your back onto the Merry Go-Round, holding your head with his free hand so you didn’t hurt yourself. Your hands found their way to the zipper of his hoodie, sliding it down and pushing the fabric from his arms and he left the kiss just for a second to easily throw away his hoodie, leaning back over you while you waited for him to continue kissing you but he pulled away
  “What’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up as he did and you leaned against his back
  “Nothing...” he said but you could tell he was lying, “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this. That you’re not just doing this because you’re upset...” 
  “I know what I’m doing, Matt” you scoffed and he turned his head back to you
  “I know you do,” he smiled, kissing your nose playfully, “I just want you to know that you don’t have to”
  “I want to” you replied, placing your hand on the side of his face to bring him closer to you, pressing your lips against his and twisting his body back on top of yours. You melted into each other, your breathing in sync as you undid the button of his jeans, setting him free before his hands drifted to push your leggings down. His lips trailed to your neck as he pushed himself into you, eliciting a quiet moan from you and a growl from him when you dug your nails into his skin. You tried not to make too much noise, worrying that the park was still too close to the neighbouring houses, but every once in a while you whined out a curse word
  “Fuck,” Matthew moaned out before you could, “oh god” he grunted against your neck as he continued to pump in and out of you, your back arching to gain more friction
  “Shit,” you whimpered, “fuck.” His speed increased and you giggled when you heard the Merry Go-Round start to squeak
  “Shh” he chuckled
  “I’m sorry” you laughed back, trying to focus more on the pleasure than the noise and after a few minutes, Matt released inside you and rolled to the side. You curled up beside him, placing your hand on his chest before you fell asleep next to him. You woke up with the dawn, letting Matt sleep while you watched the Sky lighten
  “Good morning” he cooed, kissing your shoulder as he sat up
  “Good morning,” you smiled, turning to lay a kiss to his lips, “we should probably get out of here before someone rats us out” he laughed but nodded in response, grabbing his hoodie from the ground and wrapping it around you. You watched him drive smoothly through the streets and you smiled to yourself
  “What?” he smirked
  “Nothing,” you replied, “I just... like you a whole lot”
  “That so?” He chuckled to himself
  “Yeah”
  “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I like you a whole lot, too.” He reached out his hand to interlock his fingers with yours and a flush of heat ran through your body. He had managed to make you forget about everything for a while and you were grateful to him for that but you were still scared that you’d end up alone in the long run. “Hey,” he said, seemingly catching your eyes fall to your lap, “I meant what I said last night”
  “What?” You replied, furrowing your brow
  “You’ll never be alone. I’ll always be here for you”
  “Thank you,” you smiled, dropping your head on the headrest, “for everything.”
  “Any time” he smirked, bringing your hand up so he could kiss it while the two of you drove silently back to his house.
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You know, in S9 when Grace almost dies in a car crash? This one isn’t fiction. It’s our living nightmare. WARNING. GRUESOME FACTS ABOUT A FATAL CAR CRASH INVOLVING A DUI
Well, on Thursday, in the early evening, a drunk driver plowed into the back of a stopped small SUV at a speed of about 140kph, without ever attempting to slow down. In the back seat of that SUV were Emma, 10, and her big (half) brother Jackson, who’s mom Shellie and Grandpa James had just picked up from football practice. Jack turned 14 last week and Labour Day weekend was supposed to be Football camp.
Instead, when that car hit them, Jack’s and Emma’s mom and grandpa were killed almost instantly, as their car was the last in a line of three. It was crushed between the speeding vehicle driven by a drunk Eric Legaré, a repeat offender, and the preceding vehicle. Both of the front occupants had their front legs sectionned off by the dashboard and bled out in seconds, and also suffered likely fatal cranial trauma due to severe whiplash. Both were pronounced dead at the scene.
Emma and Jack both had heartbeats but were in bad shape, in critical condition with severe cranial trauma.
Jack’s father, my friend and colleague Daniel, Dan to all of us, tells us how he got a call from Emma’s dad, Jack’s stepdad, saying there had been an accident and to come to the hospital. There’s ONE major trauma centre in the city, but it’s coincidentally the closest hospital to where the crash happened, and Dan was sure Jax had had a football related accident, even took the time to swing home from the restaurant he’d just driven to to have dinner with his best friend, as a break to redoing his home’s floors, to pick up his son’s tablet, so he wouldn’t get bored. 
He didn’t understand why the nurse blanched, when he asked to see his son. He didn’t understand when they took him to a small lounge and left him to wait . He didn’t undesrstand when the first ER doctor asked if he knew about the accident. He didn’t understand when FOUR neurosurgeons walked in, in tears, all of them, to explain to him that despite their best efforts, there was nothing they could do to save Jax, that his brain had suffered irreparable damage from the collision, the extreme speed of the collision causing a whiplash so severe it tore the brain tissue at the base of the skull, filling Jax’s brain with blood, crushing it to death.
Emma, his 10-year-old half-sister suffered the same fate. 
The collision was so brutal it injured the passenger of the 2nd car in the line of three. 
Jackson was pronounced dead on Friday, September 3, at 16:33, after a 15-minute apnea test, confirming brain death.
Like his sister Emma, Jax is, at the moment I am writing these words, being artificially maintained alive in a vegetative state so the CHUL transplant team can proceed with organ donation surgeries. Later today, at 8:00AM EST, Jackson will be taken to surgery to donate his organs.
His father has lost his son, and the mother of his son, his ex. Jack’s stepdad lost his whole family; his wife, his two kids (he considered Jax a son) and his Father-in-Law. 
So my friend Dan was alone in making all the decisions in regards to Jax’s end of life care, including this brutally inhumane one; choosing to be by his son’s side as he drew his last breath, or let him go, and doante his organs, but draw his last breath in a room filled with strangers. 
THAT, my friends who drive drunk, is what you impose on us. I say us, because tonight, despite having had close loved ones pass, I have never had to do something as HARD and HEARTWRENCHING as sitting with Jax, singing lullabies to him, holding his hand, while his father took a 20-minute break to grab some air, as he prepared to spend a very last night with his son, who’s already been declared dead, over two days ago.
When we finally left... I told my partner I never want to set foot inside a PICU ever again. But I just might. Because tomorrow morning, as Jax leaves it to go up to OR, there will be a honor row. Because he deserves it. Because no 14 year old child deserves to be snuffed out like that. He deserves better.
I’ll pass on how his dad has lost all will to live, talks openly about how once the trial is done and when he’ll have made sure the bastard who took his son is dead, by his hand or anothers’ he’ll follow and go join his son. 
Our job is to hold him here till he heals somewhat. To help if and when we can.
But there is one thing I can ask you.
Never. Ever
EVER
NEVER Drink and drive.
Please donate to MADD HERE in honor of Jackson, Emma, Shellie and James.
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THE GREAT ND REWATCH OF 2021 / SEPTEMBER 10, 2019 // the seancé
watched this while drinking and working my second job after my full time job (hence the drinking) when my supe called to tell me i didnt do enough work for them and could i start doing more because being tired after working an 8 hour day was just. unacceptable. (while i'm drinking during this ENTIRE call) anyway 🍸 i use nance/nancy interchangeably like luce/lucy
-"denial: smalltown USA's favorite pastime" 👌🏻👀
-the begrudging kiss + george w the coffee = lmfaooooooo awkss nance
-wonder who this FBI agent friend of owen's is since they never get to meet 😕
-"we just opened!" / "work ethic" how nancy views the claw/work is manifested in her constant lateness and skipping out. like she says "i never thought i'd be wearing this" its clear she has some of that upper middle class/white suburban bias against restaurant working that only becomes okay in the pretext of saving up for college. this is made ironic by ryan who jokes in s2 about having no money and working at a coffee shop, sharing nancy's opinion. also ironic is how a group of her coworkers "not my friends" at this same place she puts little appreciation into turn out to be her biggest support group
-carson & family dinners: seeing john sanders' texts w nancy and trying to keep up with what shes doing / makes you wonder how ryan would approach as a dad. judging by s2 he's less subtle than carson but possibly more effective for it (i have so many nancy&ryanthoughts but i'll wait till the reveal ep)
-steaks lmaooooooo what a white suburban dad thing to say
-"we are on the same side" / "why does it feel like we're on different teams" : laura/ace and nancy/nick mirrors (almost like some kinda men vs women showdown but these women do NOT trust these men...)
-why is the precinct "the least haunted building in horseshoe bay"? does lucy not haunt the police bc she knew karen was trying to get revenge/"justice" for her? or bc she doesnt want to haunt karen at all? and what of other ghosts? a police station seems like prime ghost material for officers of unsolved cases. is it chief mcginnis with his link to the supernatural keeping everything under control? if so, what happens when he leaves and tamura shows up? (based on the dress ep i cant remember if hes woke to the supernatural or not)
-"you would need an object lucy touched the night she died" nancy like -->😌it me
-okay. anybody who hugged lucy would HAVE to know she was pregnant?? like wtf
-LAURAAAA lmfaoooo
-UNPOPULAR OPINION: laura/nick - hatefuck - hes strong enough to top her with words AND hands - bringing out something tougher created by prison (like it rough/lose control) nick is presented to be so kind and almost always on top of his emotions but laura is def a canvas that can take a few hits. i can definitely see her being attracted to how much he doesnt really like her and wants to stop her from always getting her way. her pretentious ass motormouth is practically begging you to grab her by the arms and shake her to shut her up (and she would be begging you to shut her up too)(ik s2 nick/race talks/his mom ep would never ever do this to anyone but its a choice "what if" to me)
-this casting for teen candace to adult is on point
-so two days after lucy's death they pay him 50 grand from a shell company? he says it's for services rendered but then for what services? does everett know or suspect that the drews took lucys baby and pay them for taking care of an impertinence, including lucy, not really caring what really happened to her as long as shes no longer a threat to him? honestly could see a cover up. nance only does the reveal in her balmain tazer glory and we dont really get an honest reaction out of him iirc (the new actor they switched to shows wayyyyy less emotion than s1 guy) and he could easily fake surprise. obvs celia doesnt know bc s2 but whos surprised at that. i wonder what tipped her off that nancy could be ryans baby and prompted her to test. hmm. and payroll vs shell account. why would it have been paid differently. sus. 🤔🤔
-the irony of nancy picking at nick's story at the inn for karens deal + nancy straight up ignoring nicks proof w this transfer... like ep 1 "i'll tell you about my past if you tell me about yours" except...no, actually. "i'm just trying to solve this / it feels more like you're trying to solve me" its so true. and nancy really badgered nick into telling about his conviction but it was kinda payback for showing up at the claw and making her admit their "relationship" -like when george says "you need to be just as relentless", it was equal but nasty. like. nick never asked george for details about ryan that way. he even admits he doesnt wanna push her to ace after learning what not to do with nancy.
-this seance has nick so irritated w nancy lmfaooooo
-"half sister" so josh and patrices' last name is dodd- his grandpa must be a dodd also for the name of the shop. wonder why lucy's last name is sable, and where her dad is, and where josh's dad is as well- there's no mention of dads or stepdads anywhere for these two
-mcginnis knows theyre innocent / "work together" he knows they arent really suspects but he just wants to fuck with nancy. could be playful or just nancy's naivete. maybe he actually kinda missed her fucking around in his work and is trying to make up for the lost time when she withdrew from mysteries d/t her depression after kate
-nancy + knowing everybody else's secrets - nick's conviction, bess's family, george's affair, ace's deal w mcginnis and confronts them all in turn like nick and the secret phone, george from the meeting in the woods, bess from the passport/ring and acs's phone calls (they all somehow end up knowing all each other's secrets after a bit anyway)
-fuckin love Ted 😌🙏🏻💙
-when lucy grabs nancys hand i was just like "MOM!"
-if nancy had asked lucy if carson did it, she would have been spared the trial 👀🙃
-"even if you did, nothing was gonna stop you" true truuuuueeeee like. nick needs to be needed. nancy doesnt need him starting in episode 1. nick thinks that sex = relationship but nancy never saw it that way until she realized thats what nick wanted her to admit. "i wanna be with you / im trying" she is literally forcing herself to try and date him normally when thats honestly never what she wanted. and its nicks own fault here bc she never even wanted to be "official" but he forced that out of her too in front of coworkers no less. he set himself up to be disappointed
and lastly
-so carson stole the evidence, but what did he do with it? burn it like the dress?
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Thunderball - #24WeeksofBond
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This week we are treated to the 1965 film “Thunderball” with Sean Connery.  This movie has always been one of my favorites, mostly because of all the beautiful under water scenes and action.  The final underwater battle for atomic bomb supremacy is one of my favorite, if not thee favorite, ending sequences of any Bond movie.  But on top of all the visual stimulation there is a well thought out plot perfectly executed by the direction of Terence Young.  The downside to this movie and the Bond series in the long run is the producer, Kevin McClory...we’ll get to him later.  
This would be Connery’s fourth outing and the last of his greats before he starts phoning it in.  There is just so much to love and enjoy with Thunderball starting with the pre-title sequence.  Thunderball opens up at a supposed funeral of a man who was working for Spectre and Bond appears to have his doubts.  He goes to follow the widow to her place only for Bond to squarely knock the crap out of her...revealing it to be the man who was supposedly dead.  This gave me a good chuckle, seeing Bond going to give his condolences to a grieving widow and then just punching her face.
If that wasn’t enough, he escapes by jet pack...JET PACK.  How very entertaining already, and the journey has only just begun...CUE TOM JONES, MF!  
Well, after a rather obnoxious performance by Tom Jones the film begins with Bond off getting rehab after his last mission. Little did Bond, or Blofeld know, that he was going to find himself on a another mission.  Bond smells something fishy is going on and starts doing some digging off the clock. The plan is to steal a couple atomic bombs and hold England for a 100 million pound ransom, threatening to destroy a city in England or the USA if they don’t cooperate.  Bond gets the files for the mission but sees photos of faces he saw while getting rehab including one of them who Bond found dead.  So Bond already has a lead in this time sensitive mission, so Bond is on his way.
By this time Blofeld and Spectre are not good friends of Bond.  He’s already ruined a few of their operations so it’s funny to me that Blofeld keeps coming up with these elaborate schemes instead of putting all his best men on a mission to just get rid of Bond.  Largo (Adolfo Celi) is the man heading the operation and quickly comes to realize that Bond is going to be a nasty thorn in his side.
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While Thunderball has so much going for it in terms of story and action, the cast of characters are a bit sleepy.  Domino (Claudine Auger), whom I just learned had her voice dubbed over by a Voice Actor, pulls in a rather forgettable performance.  Largo has a cool look with jet white hair and an unexplained eye patch...but even that doesn’t really save him or make him that memorable.  No cool henchmen either, except for the crazy Fiona Volpe (Luciana Paluzzi) who likes to drive 110 miles an hour through narrow windy streets in the woods.  Those deer better watch it.
As Bond works to uncover the truth and put the puzzle pieces together we see him being followed by a mysterious man with sunglasses....he evetunally gets to Bonds hotel door...Bond opens the door AND.....(suspense) IT’S FELIX!  Ah they got us again!  Good ole Felix from the CIA is here to help with the mission, and to get Bond of out what ever type of Jam Bond has found himself in.
After an escape through a madri-gras parade, a run in with a couple sharks, and some hand grenades, Bond has finally, and quite literally, uncovered the answer to where the bombs are and can now pursue the nasty Largo to foil his plot.  This all leads up to a most wonderfully shot action sequence between the good guys and the bad guys under the sea.  Carrying harpoons and welding knives to cut the oxygen tube of your enemy as the key strategy to victory, we see an absolute war in the water.  We also see shots of all the beautiful sea creators who are like “WTF?”.  I just can’t imagine the skill it took to film the whole thing.  With the intense score backing it up, I’d be hard pressed to point you into the direction of a better fight scene in the Bond series.
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This leads to the big fight between Bond and Largo on his runaway ship. The green screen work here is just laughable.  The boat, from the inside, appears to be going 1,032,231,318 miles an hour and somehow they are still able steer it away from the rocks that are 5 feet in front of them.  After the evil Largo has been killed by Domino, the final scene is Bond and Domino getting whisked away by a plane catching a string that is attached to Bond.  They make this look romantic, but in actuality, they get hauled away so fast that I would be crapping my pants.  It made me laugh anyways.
I do also wish we got one last reaction from Blofeld finding out his plans got spoiled once again.  This movie lacks a touch of closure at the end.  Largo dies and they get whisked away without seeing MI6 relived of the mission being a success or Blofeld pissed and angrily changing his cat’s litter box.
Thunderball, while plentiful of shortcomings, is stimulating to the senses and takes you on an epic journey - but this script would come back to haunt Eon Productions years later.  Kevin McClory had worked on multiple screen adaptions with Ian Flemming and got partial credit for this screenplay.  McClory had eventually been given the rights to the script and would go on later to make a Bond film of his own with the same script.  It was called “Never Say Never Again”.  12 years after Connery had said good bye to the role, would come back to play the part again...only as a grandpa.  
Never Say Never Again is an abomination and is not an official entrant into the series, so no, I will NOT be watching that garbage...if you want to on your own time, be my guest, but it’s just a bad movie.  McClory would go on to have multiple lawsuits against the Bond producers, even trying to remake the same movie again in the late 80′s and trying to recruit Brosnan for it.  But it fell through...thank the lord.
All that nonsense being said, I still love Thunderball, and is one of the highlights of the Connery series.  I hope you liked it too!  Let me know what you thought!
Reviews from Friends:
My Mom:
Boy Sean Connery was really in his glory days here wasn’t he? So young and handsome. You could always identify him in a crowd under helmets and googles by those puppy eyes. A couple things that were really funny was that silly jet pack at the start. With all our tech stuff now that scene was almost cartoony. The way his body didn’t move and the wind picked up not a whisp of hair or clothing. Then when we got a look at those nuclear bombs. They had the words printed on them. “Treat like Eggs”. Ha. It seems like it’s unique to Connery (from what I’ve seen so far) to punch a woman in the face (seemingly) or use her to shield a bullet. Don’t know if Bronson or Moore or Dalton would do that. It was a Tense under water battle but I loved the ending. It was just simple and fun. No need to string out a big explanation or closure.
Alexandra Hein-Roberts
I find Claudine Auger to be the most iconic Bond girl. She had something most didn’t.
Jake Benrud
So many things taken from this movie for Austin Powers... sharks or Ill tempered mutated sea bass? I enjoyed the movie, and laughed out loud when Sean Connery punched that woman in the face who was really a disguised man. I guess I wasn’t expecting that. Also, whoever SPECTRE employs as a plastic surgeon, I want their name. That was a perfect clone. The SPECTRE agent should have known better to try to extort more money from Largo. That’s never going to end well. The death of Bond’s assistant/field operative kept it a little bit more real. I thought the plot was decent, but I thought the underwater battle was really slow moving for my tastes especially in the beginning. Kind of a cool concept though. Bond was able to swim pretty well for getting shot in the leg. I liked that Domino got the kill in the end. Classic Bond. Great movie despite the sometimes unbelievable parts!
24 Weeks of Bond will return next Monday with - 
A View To A Kill 
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Post RWBY AU Part 2
- Patch, Woodland Area -
Rowan: How long have you known my mom and aunt Yang?
Whitley: I’ve known them for many years. However I haven’t seen them in quite some time.
Rowan: Do you know any of my other aunts and uncles?
Whitley: Yes I’m pretty familiar with your mother’s group of friends.
Rowan: Do you know my aunt Blake and uncle Sun?
Whitley: Yes I know them.
Rowan: What about my auntie Nora and uncle Ren?
Whitley: I know of them.
Rowan: Do you know my grandpa Tai?
Whitley: Actually no, I don’t know him personally but I’ve heard of him, from Yang.
Rowan: You seem to know a lot about my aunt Yang, are two dating?
Whitley: Wha- No! We’re not dating! We’re strictly business partners.
Rowan: I guess that would make since, she’s never told me about you, and she tells me everything.
Whitley: Sounds familiar. Maybe a thing older sisters tend to do. Anyway, how much time until we’re actually going to your house.
Rowan: ...(Stops dead in his tracks)
Whitley: I may not know where you exactly live boy, but I know we’re nowhere near it. See that tree there. (Points to a tree with three slashes standing out) I marked with that tree with a knife for everytime we’ve passed this way. So want to tell me what’s keeping you from home.
Rowan: ...I don’t know how I can look mom in the eyes after what I said. I hurt her but I still stand by what I said before.
Whitley: Which would be?
Rowan:(Inhales) I want to be a huntsman! But she said no. So we argued and I was so mad that I said something I shouldn’t have, but I still want to be a huntsman. But I also don’t want her to stay mad at me. But if I tell her I still want to be a huntsman, then she’ll kick me out of the house and I’ll live in the streets and then I will grow old to fifty without ever having to face my own mom about something stupid like-mmmph! (Hand covers his mouth again!)
Whitley: You’re rambling again. ‘Sigh’ So what I’m getting is that you’re worried your Mother will resent you for still wanting to be a huntsman.
Rowan:(Nods)
Whitley: Look why don’t we just go back to your house and see what she has to say? How about that? I’ll be by your side the whole way. (Removes his hand away from Rowans mouth)
Rowan: Really?
Whitley: Really, really.
Rowan: Ok then...so I’ve been taking about myself for the past few minutes so why don’t you tell me about your self?
Whitley: Fine what would you like to know?
Rowan: Why do you not have a girlfriend?
Whitley:(Rubs his face) Gods help me...
- Rose Residence -
* 10 minutes earlier *
Ruby Rose is seen laying in her queen sized bed on the left hand side. Having spent the last 10 minutes crying silent sobs into her comforter. She has dried tear markings on her face, her eyes are red and puffy, she looked like a mess. She didn’t mean to leave so abruptly but she couldn’t face her family at the moment. She didn’t want them to see her like this. But she couldn’t hold it together, not after what her baby boy said to her. She knew Rowan didn’t mean it, but that didn’t make it hurt any less for him to speak about his father in such a way.
*Knock! Knock!*
She moved to sit up from her bed and hesitantly move to answer the door. She wipes away any remnants of tears any does her best to see her hair and takes a deep breath to calm her voice. Until finally she takes the door knob and opens the door slightly to reveal her sister Yang behind it.
Yang: Hey Sis, I’m just coming to check on you. I managed to save what was left of dinner. Brought you a plate.
Ruby looks at the plate of leftover pasta and gives a small smile. Even when she’s over thirty Yang is still looking out for her. She takes the plate and looks towards her sister.
Ruby: Thanks Yang ‘Sniff’
Yang: Mind if I come in?
Ruby: No. I’m fine now.
Yang and Ruby both knew that was a flat out lie, but didn’t bring it up just yet. They both sit down on the comfy bed as Ruby began to eat. Yang looks around and sees all the family pictures and noticed one particular frame is turned face down. She knew which one that was. Yang sighed quietly, honestly her sister was not being subtle with her emotions and it’s starting to worry her. After the spat in the kitchen it seemed to confirm her worries.
Despite all the smiles and love she displayed on the outside towards others, including her children and friends, she was still grieving over the loss of her love. She knew the circumstances behind the incident and knew of the outcome. Her sister had been dealt a bad hand and lost the love of her life on a mission. Like a familiar situation that befell their family so long ago. The only exception was that the children weren’t born until after the father died. Honestly she couldn’t tell which was worse.
Yang: So, what’s next?
Ruby:(Freezing up) What do you mean?
Yang: ‘Sigh’ Ruby you know what I mean. I’m here to argue I just want to know how you’re going to going to do about this. It changes things now.
Ruby: ...I don’t know. I honestly never thought that we’d ever have this issue.
Yang: Really? In a family full of hunters you didn’t think that there would be a slight chance of one of your children wanting to become one?
Ruby:(Places one hand on her face) I know! I know Yang. It sounds dumb in hindsight but I thought that since the world isn’t under the same threat anymore that they wouldn’t have to feel it necessary to become hunters. Least of all Rowan. He’s such a talented boy than he even realizes. He gets good grades, he excels in sports and even has a small group of friends in school. So...why would h-he want to be a huntsman of all things?
Yang: I don’t know, maybe because he idolizes his family.
Ruby: ...
Yang: Look Ruby this isn’t just about Rowan. I know that ever since the kids were born, you gave them your everything. All your time, all your love, and made them priority. Which I’m so proud of you doing, but lately I’ve been seeing that you haven’t been dealing with your personal well being.
Ruby: What do you mean? I work in a stable job that supports my family, one that I like thank you, and I take care of myself. I keep my house clean, I make sure I stay in shape, and I even began getting along with the other PA members of the kids school.
Yang: I meant in being outside of a mother Ruby. I mean in being Ruby Rose, Savior of Remnant. I haven’t seen that Ruby in a long time.
Ruby: ...I don’t think she exists anymore Yang, not after-.
She stops herself from continuing to cry again. But instead she feels a arm wrapped securely over her shoulders and brings her close.
Yang: Ruby, you’re being too harsh on yourself. I know what happened was hard for you but, I don’t believe what you just said and I think you don’t either. You’ve hiding from facing the demons in yourself and it’s beginning to show. I see that every time I come here, and I think the kids are starting to see it too. All of us love you Ruby, and it hurts to see you like this. I remember when my sister was so eager to slay Grimm like it was a thrill and geek out whenever seeing new weapons and tech. So when I see the same person working for a Bakery and not even bearing the sight of a new guns magazine...it breaks my heart Rubes. (Sniff)
Ruby looks to see her sister close to tears herself and knew it was bad, being the emotional wreck that she is now she began to cry too. The sisters began to hold each other, comforting one another like they used to years before and it last a good few minutes. After awhile they separate and wipe their tears away.
Ruby:(Sniff) Wow I don’t think I’ve cried this much in one day in a long time. Heh.
Yang:(Chuckles) Well I’ve been holding that in for awhile....Look I know it’s not my place to say, your Rowan’s mom so the decision on whether he gets trained or not will be up to you. I won’t think less of you. I’ll just say that Rowan’s a smart kid, he wouldn’t do anything rash unless he had good reason.
Ruby:(Sniff) I’ll think about it. Thanks Yang. I think I needed that for a long time.
Yang: Hey what are sisters for...Aw, shit I forgot to give Rowan something to eat. Wanna come with me to give it to him. Maybe it’ll give you the chance to make amends.
Ruby: Yeah I’d like that.
*Knock! Knock! Knock!*
They both looked towards the bedroom door but saw it was still opened from before, not to mention it that it sounded like it came from down stairs. So the sister looked to each other with confused expression.
Yang: Who the heck is knocking at this hour? Let’s check it out.
*Few minutes later*
Ruby was surprised and baffled at who she saw was at the door. It was her best friend’s younger brother Whitley (Looking very drained) and besides him a nervous looking Rowan.
Yang: Whitley? Rowan?! What are you doing outside I thought you were in your room!
Rowan: Well you see Auntie Yang funny thing actually I kinda....ran away from home.
Yang/Ruby: Whaaat?!
Rowan: It’s ok though Mr. Whitley here saved me from a pack of Beowolves and escorted me home. So it’s all fine now. (Feels his head turned to the side by his companion to look to him face to face) Huh?
Whitley:(Having a nervous look) Rowan, don’t you remember that little chat we just had, the one about not telling your family about the Beowolves.
Rowan: OOOhhhh, oh, heh I think I forgot about that part sorry.
Whitley:(Irritatingly) How could you forget about that! We just talked about just a few minutes ago!
Rowan:(Nervous) I-I’m sorry! I forget things when I’m nervous!
Yang: Whitley....
Whitley: Sh-! Uh, yes Yang.
Yang: Thank you for looking out for my nephew...
Whitley: Oh! Um,(coughs) You’re welcome.
Yang: That’s why you get a 10 second head start.
Whitley: ...Huh? (Starts to sweat)
Yang:(Cocks Ember Celica) 9, 8, 7!
Whitley:(Makes a mad break for it leaving Rowan at the door step alone) Sorry kid you’re on your own!
Rowan:(Betrayed Expression) You traitor! You’re supposed to help me!
Yang: 3, 2, 1! Get over here you shrimp!
Ruby and Rowan were left at the doorstep both looking at the two adults run and chase each other. Rowan looks to his mother and starts to backtrack towards his room, he gets stopped by his mother’s arm blocking his way. He turns back to her to see his mother looking down at him and gives him a stern stare.
Ruby: We have a lot to discuss young man, but right now let’s go inside.
Rowan:(Whimper) Yes mam.
The mother and son go to the living room, Rowan sitting on the coach and staying put while his mother retrieves something from the kitchen. Worringly he wonders if it’ll be a spatula or a pan that his mother will use to discipline him. His Mom has never made it a point to actually lay a finger on her children before, as she didn’t believe in physical discipline, but after what he did tonight he feels that might change. As his mother came back he saw her holding....a first aid kit? He gives his mom a confused stare and sees her outstretch her hand to her.
Ruby: Show me you hand.
Rowan is confused until he saw the hand she was looking at and looked at his palm, seeming a cut across his palm that he didn’t even know he had. He figures he must have gotten it when he fell down and didn’t notice it but apparently his mother did. His sweet and loving Mom. He unhesitatingly shows his injured palm to her, she gently grabs it then squeezed it gently to see for any remaining blood, then with a wet cotton ball rubs the blood away. After applying antibiotic ointment and bandaging the hand she lets go of his hand and starts putting away the first aid kit.
Ruby: The cut should get better by tomorrow if not infected, so before breakfast show me your hand and we’ll see if we need to go to the doctor or not, ok?
Rowan: Ok.......(Sniff)
Ruby looks back to her son and sees he has his head down and tears are falling off his face towards his brown shorts. She tries to ask what’s wrong but he beats her to the punch.
Rowan: I’m sorry....I’m sorry for making you cry earlier, I’m sorry for so mean to you an-and....I’m sorry about everything! I know you didn’t deserve what I said! And I’m sorry for being a terrible son! I’m sorry! (Sob) I’m so s-s-sorry M-Mom!
At this point he so gone in his crying that he doesn’t even notice his mom grabbing hold of him and cradling his head in her bosom. She whispered sweet nothings to him to try to calm him down. Clearlywhat transpired earlier was starting to take his full toll on him and he poured everything out. How he felt so stupid running out into the woods by himself and going so far from home. For getting angry at her for just being worried about him. But most of all, for bringing up his Dad’s death as a excuse for not letting him get training. All things that she had already forgiven him for, even when it was painful to hear.
Ruby: Shhh.~ It’s ok my little blessing, I have already forgiven you for everything. Don’t cry anymore sweetie. Shhhh.~
Rowan:(Sniff) R-Really?
Ruby:(Nods) I’m just so happy you’re safe right now. Of course you’ll be grounded for the next two weeks, but right now your safety is my main priority right now.
Rowan:(Nods) Yes mam.
They hug for another two minutes in each other’s embrace, letting go of the pain they caused each other. But there was still something that needed to be said.
Rowan:(Letting go of his mom) Mom...do you still not want me to not be a huntsman?
Ruby:(Deep breathe) Honestly Rowan, I don’t know how I feel about it. On one hand I don’t want you to be disappointed but I still want your safety to be my main priority. So I can’t say yet.
Rowan:(Nods) Mom...I know you’re concerned about my safety and Summer’s too. But, even if you say that... I still want to be a huntsman. I know it’s not a safe job but if I learned anything today it’s that the Grimm are terrifying. Even if we’re in a time of peace, the world still needs hunters. Not because they’re cool and flashy, but because they are beacons of hope and they protect people so that they can keep smiling and not be afraid. Like how Auntie Yang keeps me and sis smiling. I want to do that to so that...I can protect their smiles too, like yours mom. You smile all the time mom, but it’s not genuine all the time. So when I become a huntsman, I can make sure to keep the Grimm at bay and keep the world safe. So that I can see your true smile.
Ruby looks at Rowan, her young son and is once again speechless. Not from dread but with surprise. His answer was so genuine and heartfelt, that he based it on his love for his family. For a mere second, she sees a small little girl with messy dark red tipped hair, chubby cheeks and intense silver eyes determined to be a huntress. Only to be replaced with a young boy’s face with similar red tipped hair, similar determined silver eyes, but with a face similar to a younger blonde leader determined to become a hero. His father’s face. She brought her hand to her mouth and closed her eyes for fears that she would unleash another waterfall of tears once more.
Rowan:(Panicked) M-Mom wait! Please don’t cry again! I didn’t mean to make you sad again!
Ruby:(Giggles lightly) I’m not sad my little blessing, I’m just overwhelmed. I never expected you to give just a heartfelt speech like that.
Rowan: Well it’s true. That’s why I want to be a huntsman. I thought long about it for a year and I can’t imagine doing anything else with my life.
Ruby:....Well you’re still a long way from Cali yourself a huntsman young man. I stand by what I said. It’s a dangerous profession and will not be easy or forgiving.
Rowan:(Nods his head looking down, thinking she’ll reject his wish again)
Ruby: ....That’s why you’ll need to prepare if you’re gonna make that goal a reality. (Smiles)
Rowan:(Looks up surprised but hopeful) What?
Ruby: You’ve convinced me. I’ll let you go to Combat school after you finish primary school. You’ve got my blessing.
Rowan:(Grows the biggest open mouth smile he’s ever made, his silver eyes sparkling and lunges to hug her) Thank you! Thank you Mom! I promise you won’t regret it!
Ruby:(Laughing) Calm down mister, you still have three months of primary school leftover for the year and you’ll need to pass the entrance exam to even be considered ready for Combat School. So still consider your butt not ready yet.
Rowan:(Lets go but not losing his grin) Don’t worry Mom, I’ll finish primary and then knock that exam out of the water! You’ll see!
Ruby:(Giggles) Well then I guess you should get ready then. That test won’t be so easy if you don’t study for it. Those books upstairs won’t read themselves.
Rowan: Yes mam!
Rowan runs upstairs and goes to his room to read the knowledge out of those books. Ruby shakes her head at his antics, he really was like a mixture of her and Jaune sometimes. She gasps as she thought of her late love and realizes it’s the first time she thinks of him without crying like a mess. She smiled to herself and promises herself that she’ll be strong for her children but also for herself. Who knows, maybe Rowan’s already on the right path to making his goal a reality.
Ruby: Good Night my little blessing.
-End of part 2 -
* Hope you all enjoyed this two parter. Like I said I may expand upon this later and if you all want to see more of my OC Rose family just ask me and I will gladly expand upon it, I really enjoyed how this turned out. Also I may post some character bios for my OC Lancaster children and AU Whitley. Very interesting and loved making them interact. I tried to add more to this ending but alas, I ran out of space. “Curse you mobile, and your word restrictions!” But anyways I hope you all have a great day/night and be good people. See you next time!
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The kid kept side glancing at him and was sitting as far away from him as possible. He had hesitated to get into the passenger's seat but after a moment he did, despite how he was practically hugging the door. 
They drove in silence for a majority of the time, Dean glanced at him periodically and the few times their eyes met the kid seemed close to throwing himself out the window. A mixture of emotions coursed through him and he tried to gain control over it, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. 
Finally, it was the kid that broke the silence. “Where are we going?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly. 
“You did something and we’re going to see what it is exactly you did.” Dean told him. “And I’m really hoping that this is the real thing.”
“I didn't do anything.” the kid mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself. He took a deep breath and Dean noticed that his hands were shaking. 
“You did and it might very well be a really good thing.” Dean told him, taking a moment to just look at the kid, remembering what Sam had said on the phone. 
“Then what did I do?” the kid asked, taking a chance and looking at him. 
“You’ll see.” Dean told him, turning back to the road ahead of them. His eyes went to the clock on the dashboard, they’d be there in less than thirteen minutes. 
He couldn't stop thinking about Sam, about the fact that apparently the kid had been the one to help bring her back to life. In the short conversation they managed to have so much had been said. 
She didn’t blame the kid, she didn’t think of the kid like Dean was. All he saw was Lucifer's kid, what had been forced onto his sister, and the reason that his sister was dead. 
She saw her son and her son, their family. It had been only them for so long, then mom had been given back to them for a short while. And now there was another person, another being that shared their blood. 
But it was hard to look at him. Maybe if Sam had been there the entire time, if the birthing hadn’t killed her, it would’ve been easier but he’d never been the best when Sam was taken from him. The first time she had been killed he had thrown himself into hell to bring her back to life. When she had gone to hell herself with Michael and Lucifer it was only because it was her dying wish that he had gone to live with Lisa and Ben and even then he couldn’t find his happiness. 
He wasn’t going to lie and say that he’d never thought about Sam having a normal life, wishing that he could give her that, and a normal life included having a partner she would marry and have a baby in their future. 
But his imagination never went that far, his mind never made another person in Sam’s life that would help to create the baby. In his mind it was always the three of them, him, Sam, and the baby. He’d be a male role model in the kids life, he and Sam would argue over the best way to raise the kid, but it would just be the both of them and the kid. 
But on his own? Sam died from birthing the kid and it just being the both of them? That wasn’t something he ever thought or even considered, and it just made everything all that more worse. 
And if he was being honest with himself, he took it all out on the kid because he was the only one here to be taken it out on. Lucifer was trapped in an alternative universe with their mother, Sam had been dead, and as a result, he lashed out. 
Should he apologize? Would the kid even understand what he was apologizing for, would he accept it out of principle or because he wanted to? The kid had reached for him multiple times and each time Dean had not only pushed him away, but also literally punched him away a few times. 
He didn’t even have a name. Sam didn’t name him and he hadn’t picked him one, nor had the kid picked one. 
Or even if he did, he hadn’t told Dean, and why would he have told him? Its like not 
Dean glanced at the kid again, this time he looked back at him and didn’t look away. 
“Do you have a name?” he asked quietly. 
The kid hesitated but then spoke. “Mom...she told me that she had wanted to call me after someone that meant a lot to her. She told me about...her dad, grandpa?” he tried before he shrugged. “John I think, but she never really gave me a real name.”
“You didn’t pick one?”
“I wanted mom to name me.” he said quietly, turning his head to look down at the floor of the car. “But she wasn’t here so...I wanted you to name me instead.”
The kid was definitely Sam’s kid, he wore and used the Winchester guilt and even with no experience he knew how to hit Dean right in the heart. 
Or at least he knew how to hit Dean once that he was actually listening to him. 
“Dean? Where are we going?” the kid asked again. 
Dean let out a deep breath. “You did something, and if it’s the real thing, it's a good thing. A really good thing.”
The kid looked at him again. “So if it's me, I did something good?” he asked, his voice wavering slightly. 
“Yeah kid, you did something good.” Dean said with a tense nod, trying to untangle the emotions rushing in his chest as they finally reached the gas station and there, just a few feet away, was Sam turning towards the impala’s engine. “You did really good.”
Dean didn’t bother to park the car, just stopped the car in place and threw the door open. Sam had immediately ran towards him and it took barely a moment for her to launch herself into his arms, wrapping their arms around one another. 
“Sammy.” he whispered his voice cracking, holding her tightly yet tenderly. Logically he knew that he should test her. Holy water, silver, all the standard procedures. He buried his face in her hair and neck and just breathed her in, holding her as close as he could to himself. “Sammy.”
“Dean.” Sam whispered, clinging to him just as tightly. He could feel her cry softly and he moved enough to stroke at her hair, his fingers getting caught in the strands. “Oh god, you’re here.”
“Course.” Dean said his voice heavy. He pulled back enough to look at her, really look at her, and he managed a smile, just grinning at her. She grinned back at him, gripping at him before her eyes went to the impala and her eyes widened. Dean turned as well. 
The kid had gotten out of the impala, staring at Sam almost reverently. He slowly walked towards her, his eyes just moving over her as if to memorize every last detail of her. 
Sam stared back at him, a touch of confusion on her face before it disappeared. She moved towards him as well, slowly and carefully. They were inches apart and stopped, just staring at one another. 
“Its you.” Sam whispered. Her hands were shaking as they reached for him. “You’re him. You’re...mine.”
The kids face crumbled and he reached for her, leaning into her touch when her hands cupped his face. His hands came up to hold hers and there were tears in his eyes. 
“Mom.” he whispered, voice breaking and legs buckling. Sam moved the rest of the way and immediately wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. 
“You’re my son.” Sam whispered, holding him close. “You’re my son.”
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All the personal asks plz
Alrighty then!
1. Any scars?
Mhm, pretty much all the scars I have are burns. One is from burning the side of my arm on an iron my mom had  standing upright that I brushed against trying to reach something on the counter behind it and I’ve got one or two other scars from my culinary class on my hands from trying to put a tray in the oven and bumping it on the rungs above the ones I was putting it on. I burnt my hand day one of actually cooking. Yes I’m a disaster.
2. Self harmed?
Absolutely not. One, I’m too scared of pain, and two, I have uh… An unpleasant history involving someone else threatening self harm to make me do what they wanted, so… It’s a really sore spot for me.
3. Crush?
I honestly have no idea.
4. Kissed anyone?
Nope
5. Coke or Pepsi?
Neither they make me physically ill
6. Someone you hate?
There’s a LOT of assholes at my school but the person I hate the most is probably my dad for reasons.
7. Best Friends?
Mhm! I’ve got a handful on this site but my IRL best friend is @theansweris-a. She doesn’t really get on tumblr anymore but if you’re reading this I love you friendo and have a good day! :D
8. Have you ever done alcohol or drugs?
hahaha fuCK NO. I’d rather not get addicted to something that can and will kill me and throw my money at people to sustain it. If someone offered me either I’d probably flip them off whilst slowly backing up and getting tf out of there because NO.
9. What’s your dream job?
Author/Illustrator with some VA work and Video Game directing on the side.
10. Ever been in love?
I have. It was with someone I didn’t have a chance with and who would be an absolutely awful lover to me since we weren’t compatible emotion-wise so I let it go. It was hard, but I did it.
11. Last time you cried?
Last Sunday trying to explain to my mom why our preacher and the church we go to has completely fallen out of my favor for it’s very loud blatant ‘LGBT people are bad abortion is evil insert other white conservative stuff here’ ‘cause she doesn’t know I’m LGBT+ (and it’s going to stay that way) and I was trying to explain to her why I would never say invite my LGBT friends to church because they would be mercilessly persecuted by people who call themselves followers of God then spit in his eye by doing the exact opposite of everything he’s asked of them. Yes I still feel really strongly about this.
12. Favorite color?
Cyan!
13. Height?
How coincidence, I just got it measured today! 5′6, FINALLY OFFICIALLY TALLER THEN MY MOM MUHAHAHAHAHA
14. Birthday?
November 17th!
15. Eye color?
Milk chocolately-brown
16. Hair color?
Dark brown
17. What do you love?
this is so open ended hjkfjfjkhgkjh okay then I love girls, video games, anime, writing, drawing, reading, and animals.
18. Obsession?
My top 3 in order of obsession; Kill La Kill, RWBY, and Kingdom Hearts.
19. If you had one wish, what would it be?
For every single illness, disease, syndrome, disorder, and so on to have a cure. From Cancer to Asthma. Both because I have so many incurable diseases/disorders and because I know there are people out there who have things so much worse than me in that department.
20. Do you love someone?
I love all my mutals, friends, and most of my family including extended family. 
21. Kiss or hug?
I’ve never been kissed so I don’t know anything about how that would be so I’d say hug because I love hugs!
22. Nicknames people call you?
Derpy, Slurpy, D-Slur, Resident Cinnamon Roll (That’s my actual nickname on a Revue Starlight discord)
23. Favorite song?
this is like asking me to pick my favorite child uhhhhh… This Life Is Mine by Jeff Williams, it just means a lot to me.
24. Favorite band?
i know no bands by name
25. Worst thing that has ever happened to you?
….Okay, uh, this is gonna be really hard to decide because a LOT of bad things have happened to me. I’ll go with the more physical choice because I’d rather not dump too much of my emotional baggage onto yall. One time I was being prepped for surgery and they needed to get the IV in. (for the record I’m shaking pretty badly right now from thinking about this) They had to stab my arm with what they called a ‘Bee sting’ (it wasn’t a bee sting it goes almost down to the bone) that had numbing stuff in it and they were trying to find a vein they could put my IV in but they couldn’t find one (okay now i’m typing really fast so I don’t have to think about this for long) and they kept stabbing my arm over and over again. The thing is I have a serious phobia of needles that sends me into panic attacks, I’ll go lightheaded I’ll lose my hearing and so on. So I was trying to put a brave face on despite my parents not even being there but they would. not. stop. They didn’t give me a break. It was one stab then another then another then another. I was having a full blown panic attack, I was almost crying. Then they seemed to get it. They left me for a bit and my parents came in. My arm started swelling. They HADNT got it. My arm was being filled with whatever my IV was. They came back in with the beesting. They started stabbing me again but on the other arm. I couldn’t keep a brave face anymore after thinking they were finally done. I started to cry and sob and the panic attack I had that day was the single worst I have ever had. It got worse. They missed a vein entirely and instead hit a bundle of nerves. My hand started involuntarily twitching as pain unlike any I’ve ever felt before or until now wracked my arm. I had actual trauma from this, the night after the surgery I kept feeling ghost pains of the stabs in my arms, I had to sleep on my stomach with my arms wrapped around my front just to make them go away. I’m still extremely traumatized of this to this day. I never want to have surgery again. I never want an IV again. 
Okay that got away from me there I’m sorry I kinda was having a panic attack while writing that. Anyways moving on.
26. Best thing that has ever happened to you?
This is gonna sound cheesy but meeting @theansweris-a. She’s the sweetest and kindest person I have ever met in my entire life and I feel so incredibly lucky to call her my friend, though knowing her she’ll see this and reply with ‘No U’ because we always end up in a shouting match of ‘YOU ARE A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING’ ‘NO YOU’RE A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING’ 
27. Something you would change about yourself?
I definitely would lose weight. Not because of societies bullshit but because I legitimately want to lose weight so I can actually get strong and build up some muscle, I WANT TO BE ABLE TO OPEN GATORADE BOTTLES GODDAMNIT
28. Ever dated someone?
Nope, I’m closeted and have no interest in even pretending I’m straight by dating a guy, I mean I know some genuinely nice guys (all of them dorks) but they’re all just my friends though they are massive goofballs and I love them very much. (Entirely platonically)
29. Worst mistake?
I… Don’t think you guys wanna know that. It’s nothing bad its just depressing and I don’t wanna be more depressing then I already have been.
30. Watch the movie or read the book?
Depends on which is better, like I’d rather watch the Chronicles of Narnia than read the books because the books are honestly terrible but I’d rather read Percy Jackson than watch the movie because the movies are incredibly unfaithful to the books.
31. Ever had a heartbreak?
Yeah… 
32. Favorite show?
Kill La Kill!
33. Best day of your life?
My cheesiness never ceases but the first time I actually hung out with @theansweris-a IRL at the mall. I remember being SO excited for it but also nervous that how easily we talk to each other wouldn’t translate into real life and I remember spotting her walking up and practically shouting her name before running up and giving her a big ol’ hug whilst crying happy tears (I know i’m sappy shut up) and then when we were let loose to walk around we quickly discovered that we clicked almost immediately and incredibly well it was just the best thing ever. Like, in that one day alone we spent six hours in that mall just chatting and buying stuff and having fun and we left the mall with like three different inside jokes despite it being our first time meeting in person since we first met. Hi my name is Derpy and I’m a big ol’ sap.
34. Any talents?
I’m pretty good at writing, I can type really fast, and I can play the harmonica.
35. Do you wish you could ever start over?
Absolutely not. Things are the way they are for a reason, and even though I’ve been through a LOT it’s because of all that that I’m the person I am today and I wouldn’t trade that for the world.
36. Any bad habits?
Yeah, I’m a nail biter.
37. Ever had a near death experience?
Yes actually, when I was 3 or 4 we took a plane to California to visit some relatives and I almost walked out of the air hatch one the way out, I remember this vividly even though it was a long time ago. If it wasn’t for the flight attendant grabbing me before I fell out, I wouldn’t be here today.
38. Someone I can tell anything to?
@theansweris-a and @my-words-are-light, they’re both really good listeners and have helped me through a lot of stuff.
39. Ever lost a loved one?
My Great Grandpa Ritch died shortly after I was born, there’s a lot of pictures of him smiling and holding me while in a hospital bed and hooked up to oxygen.
40. Do you believe in love?
Oh absolutely, 100%. I mean if you know me you already know that I have just ABSURD amounts of love in my heart and I genuinely believe that it exists.
41. Someone you hate/Dislike?
Wasn’t this already a question?
42. Are you okay?
Mostly, yeah. I have some stuff to work on but I’m honestly at the best i’ve ever been!
43. Relationship status?
I’m a Single Pringle
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Sweet Combat: Gender-bending, delightful, and queer-adjacent, but not actually queer 🥊🥊🥊
So aside from BTS, another K-pop/C-pop celebrity I love is Luhan, formerly of K-pop group EXO. (If you want to learn about why he left, I recommend the Contract Disputes episode of the podcast “Ask Me About Kpop,” I love digging into those details and such!) He’s now an independent artist/actor/general celebrity promoting in China.
Luhan stars alongside his real-life girlfriend Guan Xiaotong in Sweet Combat, a sweet rom-com centered around a school that trains women in MMA. Luhan’s character is the first male to attend and he ends up being trained by three seniors—including Guan who is the best fighter at the school--as a first-year. I really loved it and totally miss it now that I’ve binged through all of the episodes. Some mild spoilers, but nothing related to the last few episodes, and also this is a rom-com, it’s pretty easy to decipher who will end up with who after the first few episodes ^_^
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This show has such a good heart, and celebrates gender diversity.
By and large, this show comes down on the right side of things: people should help each other, bullying is bad, manipulating people is bad, and celebrates chosen family. Luhan’s character is poor, has to take care of his two small siblings though he’s still only college-age himself, and has to work 2 jobs to support them while he’s in school. His friends all pitch in to help make sure he’s OK and his kids are OK when he has MMA practice and cook him food. It’s super sweet! We also see one character who starts off bullying Luhan begin to change for the better and understand that bullying people to hide your own insecurities isn’t the way to be truly strong.
It also does generally deviate from strict male/female gender norms, and appropriately punish characters who don’t approve of people crossing gender norms. That being said, it does all of those things within a decidedly heterosexual context, where actual queer relationships are seen as outside the bounds of “normal” society (ie, we don’t see any). If this were a real girls’ fighting school, I can guarantee you that there would be a LOT of queers there.
Fang Yu, the lead female character, was forced to be a boy before her brother was born by her grandfather. Grandpa’s also a sexist jerkwad, and we all see it.
Fang Yu comes from a wealthy family, and her parents died when she was very young (absent parents is definitely a theme here). Her family owns a big corporation, and her grandfather is extremely concerned with succession. To that end, he forced Fang Yu to wear boy’s clothes and to be a boy before her brother was born—and then made her switch back once her younger brother came into the family (Fang Zhou is one of my fave characters in the series!) When she came back to school as a girl, all of the other kids in school called her a monster, which deeply scarred her. She also recalls looking at girls’ clothes longingly and not being able to wear them.
This whole situation is super interesting to me, although I wish I knew more about the cultural context under which it operates. Grandpa is clearly so concerned with who’s going to take over the company, and it must be a boy—how could a girl be as good at business???? We really sympathize with Fang Yu and her desire to prove herself through her MMA. She’s better than most of the boys, and she knows it. It’s also an interesting twist on the enforcement of gender norms. Instead of forcing her to be ultra-girly or something like that, Grandpa forced her to be a boy—thereby show that he knows she can be good at business, but only through the performance of masculinity. Wow, dude’s got some issues.
There’s another rich kid and business partner of the Fang family who tries to woo Fang Yu, and he was one of the kids who called her a monster as a child, and still thinks she is one (he literally said so). I have to wonder if that’s connected to her prowess in MMA, which is less common as a pursuit for girls, stereotypically.
Luhan (uh, Ming Tian, I guess) exudes positive, non-heirarchical masculinity.
Luhan’s character is a really positive version of what masculinity can be, in strong juxtaposition to Fang Yu’s grandfather, who uses his power to abuse and bully others (bullying’s a strong theme here, which is cute). Luhan and his two little siblings’ parents are gone, but he is so tender toward the little ones and takes care of them so well. 
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He’s perfectly content for three senior women to coach him in MMA. He’s also just a kind person who doesn’t want to hurt anyone, sees the best in others, and is extremely smart though people sometimes underestimate him. He turns into the senior women’s coaches as the show goes on, and excels in both his analytical approach to improving their skills, as well as that balance of supporting and pushing.
And he always considers Fang Yu his equal (if not his superior in martial arts!) and treats her as an equal co-partner in their relationship. He’s perfectly willing for his feelings to be squished on her behalf and I sometimes wished he would be more honest about his desires—although this *is* a rom-com so if everyone were honest about their feelings we’d have no more show. Anyway.
I find it so telling that folks were criticizing him for being too feminine after seeing the show trailers. Absolutely not, he’s an upstanding dude…..even if he occasionally wears his own Luhan Studio merch on the show, I can forgive him.
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Fang Yu’s best friend is butch AF and she’s soooooo hot
Fang Yu’s best friend is Cheng Yanan, the head of the boxing club at their university and all-around badass. She’s also butch as hell, and everyone’s 100% accepting of it in the show. Literally no one says anything. This makes me incredibly happy! 
She’s not gay, though. There are straight butch women for sure—and her love interest is incredibly sweet and another character I really like—but that’s maybe a bit unrealistic. But there is a scene where a girl at her school writes her a love note after seeing her on a run which is played for laughs….but seriously, Yanan is the shit.
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Queer adjacent thing 1: absent parents and chosen families
This isn’t an exclusively queer things, but felt like it was getting close. There’s a distinct lack of two-parent families in this show—we actually don’t see any on screen at least. Everyone has at least one parent who is absent or deceased. Instead, the friends all rely on each other for support, childcare, and general camaraderie. It’s also a college age thing I suppose, but also feels like a queer thing. Queer young people learn to rely on one another when our families don’t accept us—or even if they do, we recognize and support members of our community.
Queer adjacent thing 2: Sun Hao buys a suit from a gay store
Sun Hao, the second male student in the MMA school after Luhan, accidentally buys a suit from a gay kink store—it’s very flamboyant and played for laughs. I’m a bit sad about that, but so it goes. Gender diversity is apparently OK but sexual diversity isn’t? Or also, it’s fine when women are butch because masculinity is better, but when men act femme they’re stepping down in the world so why would they do that. Sigh.
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Hello, gay panic!
 Non-queer thing I also loved: Sun Hao and his mom
Sun Hao’s mom runs a noodle stall, and she and he have a really wonderful and close relationship—they talk all the time and support one another. It’s extra-cute and I love it.
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My only gripes: anime-styling in live-action & copious Adidas product placement
This show is apparently based on a manhwa or Korean comic, and unfortunately it shows sometimes and not in a good way. The director can never decide whether to make the MMA realistic or whether its magical realism MMA/normal life + magic, and it switches back and forth between things that look very naturalistic and weird-looking SFX. There are also some characters who are a little too stereotypically anime-y (looking at you, Song Xiaomi!) But since these moments were occasional and not all the time, I could live with it.
Also they must have signed something that says that Luhan always has to wear something with the Adidas logo on it….because he literally always does. Okay, we get it.
But those are small potatoes. This show is great, go watch it for its cuteness, great character relationships, and enjoy that it’s reasonably progressive on gender stuff.
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teapopu · 6 years
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ghost post i guess??
so my parents are going out of town soon and i feel like i wanna reflect on some kinda spooky encounters/experiences i’ve had in my house over the years because not gonna lie i’m kinda afraid of being alone in my house lmao. 1, 3, and 8 are the biggest ones imo and still bother me to this day
1) probably the most vivid and weirdest encounter i’ve had was one easter when i was like 6 years old. i was sitting on my living room floor looking through my easter basket for candy, no biggie. our living room connects out to our backyard through a sliding glass door and i see my dad casually walk across the yard. like from right to left he just walks forward, eyes straight ahead. i was waving at him from inside the house but he would not for whatever reason look in my direction so i knocked on the window a few times. all the while my dog was freaking out outside, barking at him and jumping back and forth. my mom, who was sitting on the couch in the same room the whole time and who had been reading a magzine, looked up when i started knocking on the window. she told me to stop and i was like um dad’s outside and she said he wasn’t and that he was on the computer in the other room. the other room is only connected by an open doorway and as my mom said that, my dad popped his head in the room to show he was there. to this day i have no idea who the man was that walked across my backyard, but he looked exactly like my dad. same face, build, hair, like he was clearly my dad. i try not to think about it too much.
2) when i was little i used to have these recurring dreams of a little blonde girl. these dreams lasted for about 3 years and i had them fairly regularly. in the dream, a little blonde girl, probably no more than 7 years old, would be sitting in a black chair. i would be sitting across from her and we were in some kind of purely white room. it set up like in those crime shows where someone is interviewing a suspect. she would sit there just staring at me and i could never communicate with her. as she sat there, she would count down from 100, very methodically. as she counted down, my heart started beating faster and faster and when she got down to 1, i would suddenly wake up. i talked to a friend about this dream and she said it sounded almost like she was counting down to my death. however, i was never afraid of these dreams. they were just normal to me idk. i know nothing of the people who have lived here prior to my family, but i’ve always wondered if a little girl may have died here and that’s the girl i kept seeing in my dreams.
3) this is one of my scarier encounters and i still have no explanation for it. so my bedroom is at the back of our house, right on the other side of the laundry room. i was young at the time and my bed time was super early compared to my parents and older brother, who were awake and all at the other end of the house in our living room. i was in my room trying to fall asleep in my bed which was positioned across from my bedroom door. as a kid, i used to sleep with my door open because i was afraid of the dark and my parents used to leave the hallway light on for me so my room was slightly lit. i was lying facing my open door when all of a sudden i heard a loud bang in the laundry room, followed by a shadow quickly moving across the hallway wall. i went into the laundry room and found a laundry basket lying on the floor. assuming one of my family members came into the laundry room and knocked it over, i went out to the living room to ask who had done it and why they didn’t pick it up. all three of them said nobody had been in the laundry room and that they had all been out in the living room. i clearly recall the basket falling, a slight pause, and a person-sized shadow moving across the wall, so idk if they were lying but somebody knocked that basket over.
4) when i was like 5 years old, my brother and i actually got along quite well. i used to play with him a lot and i loved going into his bedroom. it had a lot of cool stuff and best of all he had a huge queen-sized bed. i had one of those tiny kid-sized beds and was always jealous of him. i wasn’t supposed to go into his room without his permission because that was rude, but i had a habit of not listening and did it anyway. one time, i went in his room by myself and crawled into his bed. i put the sheets over my head and was gonna pop out and surprise him when he next came in, but all of a sudden i got stuck. i tried to move to get out but it felt like someone was holding me down. the sheets were still over my head and it got hard to breathe so i started panicking and screaming. after some time my mom came in and pulled the covers off me. i just remember crying and she led me out of the room where my brother was sitting in living room. there was no way he could have done it because he wasn’t anywhere near his room and my mom would have seen him. idk what happened but after that experience, that’s when i started feeling a bit afraid of my house.
5) this isn’t really a big experience but it was still weird so i’m including it anyway. one time when i was like 5 years old i really wanted my parents’ attention for whatever reason. they were in their bedroom so i went to knock on their door when i felt this overwhelming sensation of bugs crawling all over me. it felt like i was covered in ants or something. my whole body felt like it was doused in bugs so i fell on the floor outside their room and started freaking out. however, as soon as they opened the door, the sensation stopped. i told them what i felt and they said there wasn’t a bug on me. i have no clue what this was or if it’s even paranormal but i remember it vividly.
6) so this is a pretty major one that used to freak my parents out, but i honestly don’t remember it all that well. when i was 4 or 5, my grandpa on my dad’s side passed away. i didn’t know him all that well because he and my dad weren’t on great terms and i was also a little afraid of him because he was a stern guy. my parents told me that i used to tell them stories about how i dreamt i had met with my grandpa. apparently i said that in these dreams, we sat in the kitchen at night and ate food and chatted. i told my parents about these dreams on multiple occassions. i really don’t remember these dreams, but young me told my parents about them so who knows, maybe i met with my late grandpa as a kid.
7) this one weirds both my mom and me out because we were both there to witness it. so like most families, we put up a christmas tree every year. we have accumulated a lot of ornaments over the years so we make sure to secure our tree to a strong stand and to the wall to make sure it doesn’t fall down. we do this every year and we’ve never had an accident. however, one year as my mom and i were both in the living room, the tree slammed down to the ground. now i’m all for physics and gravity, but the tree came down with a force. like there was no way it just fell on its own. it was absolutely like someone had pushed it because it just fell way too hard even taking into the account the weight of the ornaments. it literally ripped the cord out of the wall. my parents like to joke that it was probably my late grandpa on my dad’s side because he was a bit of a jerk and didn’t like christmas.
8) i am terrified of my brother’s room just in general. i feel a bad presence there and whenever i pass the room in the hallway, my stomach gets unsettled. whenever my parents leave town or i’m home alone even for a short period of time, i close the door. i just feel like it has a lot of negative energy and i’m scared one day i’ll see something in there i don’t want to see. after my brother moved out, my dad moved in there to sleep because he snores excessively and it annoys my mom. he reports having really bad dreams almost every night. he has also had an experience where he felt like someone was pushing down on his throat while he was lying there. both my dad and i feel something is off about the room but my mom doesn’t believe us. regardless, the room freaks me out and i avoid going in there as much as possible.
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redditnosleep · 6 years
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Fran and Jock
by Pippinacious
I was the last in a long line of grandkids on both sides of the family. No one has ever said as much, but I'm pretty sure I was an "oops" baby; the result of one too many glasses of wine and a couple over forty who thought unplanned pregnancies were for teens.
Oops.
By the time I came along, both of my grandmothers had already passed away and my grandfathers were elderly and lived in different states. Trying to coordinate travel plans for a family of five, including an infant, was difficult on a budget and neither of my grandpas were up to frequent trips, so visits were rare and spaced out over long periods.
Still, both of my parents wanted me to have a relationship with them, so we'd trade phone calls so they could hear my nonsensical baby babble, they'd write me letters for Mom and Dad to read to me, and they'd get crayon scribbles in return.
When I was three, they both started to experience declines in health. First my maternal grandpa, then my paternal one. Fearing the worst, Mom purchased a pair of teddy bears, the kind that had recorders in them so you could record a message that would play when the bear was hugged, and made sure to get a message saved from both.
My mom's father died when I was four. A few days after his funeral, I was given a white teddy bear with bright blue eyes that twinkled from beneath a plaid flat cap and a green sweater. When I gave it a squeeze, I heard my grandpa's slightly muffled voice from its stomach.
"I love you, Sadie."
Two years later, after Dad's father passed, I got the other one. It was a slate gray color and the stitching on his face gave him a rather serious expression for a stuffed animal. A pair of red suspenders held up his tan trousers. I fell asleep hugging it and my dad told me some years later, with tears in his eyes, that randomly throughout that night, he kept hearing Grandpop's voice coming from my room.
"I love you, Sadie."
I named my white bear Fran and my gray bear Jock and put them on a shelf above my bed, where they sat throughout my childhood. Honestly, I didn't give them much thought; they had become fixtures of my room, the same way the lamp and dresser were. Every now and again, I'd come home from school to find one of my parents standing beside my bed, looking up at the bears or giving them a little squeeze. Even as time passed, they still recited their single phrase without fail.
Aside from those instances, though, Fran and Jock were little more than dust collectors from my childhood.
When I went away to college, the two didn't make the cut and were left behind while I made my way out into the world for the first time. I think my parents were a little disappointed that I wasn't more sentimental over the teddies, but any memories I had of my grandpas were hazy at best and I didn't have the same emotional connection that they did.
When Mom gently asked about whether I would like them when I moved into my first apartment, I told her no, that they were probably better off with her.
"Ok." She said. "Well, they'll be here if you change your mind."
I was pretty confident I wouldn't.
The next time I went back to my parents' place was to housesit while Dad took Mom on their long awaited vacation out west. He'd been promising her they'd go for over thirty years and they were both buzzing with excitement. In typical Mom fashion, however, she was also very nervous.
"You remember where all the financial documents are in case anything happens to us, right?" She asked from the backseat at least six times on the drive to the airport.
"Yes, in the white bin under your bed."
"And the wills?"
"Fireproof lock box in the back of your closet."
"And th-"
"I think she's got it, hon." Dad said, reaching back to give her knee a squeeze.
Mom harrumphed and sat back. "Just call if you need anything."
"I'll be fine, don't worry! You're only going for a week."
"A lot can happen in a week." She said.
I grinned at her in the rearview mirror, unconcerned, and she made a face at me, but seemed to relax.
After I dropped them off, I drove back to their place and started to make myself at home again. I tossed my suitcase on my bed and went to the kitchen to make some dinner and catch up on one of my shows. It had been a while since I'd had a true, completely free week all to myself and I planned to take full advantage of it. After I ate, I kicked up my feet, stretched out, and commenced "Lazy Lump" mode.
I managed to get almost three episodes in before I started to nod off. I checked the clock over the TV and sighed. It was only just after eleven; was I really turning into an old, early-to-bed woman already? The horror! I rolled off the couch and shut off the tv and all the lights, plunging the house into a deep darkness.
Even in the inky black, I didn't feel even a twinge of nervousness. I'd grown up in the house, I knew it like the back of my hand, and all of its creaks and groans were almost comforting. I made my way to my room and flipped on the light. It had been at least five years since I lived there, but my parents hadn't done much to change my room except store a few bits and bobs in the closet. They said it was so I'd know I'd always have a place with them. I thought it was because changing it would make the fact that I was out for good more real.
Whatever the reason, I appreciated the familiarity.
As I started to unpack my bag, my eye was drawn to the shelf over my bed. Fran and Jock, ever vigilant, were sitting in the same spots they'd occupied for most of my life. I don't know why, but I couldn't help but smile and reach out to them.
I took Fran down first and gave his little cap a tweak before squeezing him around his stomach.
"I love you, Sadie." Grandpa said.
After putting Fran back, I did the same to Jock, who stared up at me with his usual sternness even as I plucked one red suspender.
"I love you, Sadie." Grandpop said.
It was the first time I'd listened to them in a while. Even if they didn't resonate as deeply with me as they did my parents, I was glad to find their recordings still worked.
A quick trip to the bathroom and a change into my pjs later, I was in bed and fast falling asleep.
I can't say exactly what woke me. A nightmare, I figured, given that my heart was beating quite quickly, but I couldn't remember any details. I took a deep breath and rolled over, already falling half asleep again, and found myself face to face with a dark figure on the pillow beside me. I yelped and sat up, grabbing at my phone, my nearest source of light, and shined it towards my bed.
Fran was lying on his side beside me.
I let out a small chuckle and gave myself a little shake to dismiss the lingering fright that he'd caused and picked him up.
"Did you fall off the shelf?" I asked him quietly. I must have put him back too close to the edge earlier and gravity had done its duty.
I gave Fran a gentle squeeze.
"Get out."
I stared down at the bear and blinked once, very slowly. I must be more sleepy than I realized, I thought. I was hearing things. To prove to myself that it had just been my imagination, I squeezed him again.
"Get out."
It was still Grandpa's voice, but instead of the soft warmth it had always had, it sounded cold, almost menacing. I threw Fran across the room, where he hit the wall.
From over my head, I heard Grandpop's more gravely voice.
"Get out."
I whipped around and looked up at Jock. He was sitting in the same place as always, but now he was turned towards the door instead of facing forwards. Had I put him down like that? I couldn't remember.
"Get out!" Grandpa's voice came from Fran again, louder this time.
"Get out!" Grandpop echoed from Jock.
The two went back and forth, their voices getting louder and louder, until I slapped my hands over my ears and leapt from my bed. I wanted to scream, but my voice was stuck behind my fear tangled tongue. I stumbled across my dark room, chased by my long dead grandfathers' voices.
"I know you're down there!" Jock shouted with Grandpop's voice.
I froze. Down there? Down under the shelf? I glanced over my shoulder at the gray bear staring silently down from over my bed. I had to get out of my room. I had to get out of the house! I yanked open my door.
"I see you!" Fran said in Grandpa's voice.
I was halfway out into the hall, tears streaming down my face. I didn't know what was happening, was I going crazy? Was I dreaming? All I knew was that my two childhood toys were screaming threats at me and I had to get away from them. I turned towards the stairs.
"You take one more step, I'll make sure it's your last!" Jock bellowed.
"Get out!" Fran roared.
From somewhere downstairs, a step creaked.
Someone else was in the house.
They weren't yelling at me at all, I realized with a very strange mix of confusing relief and newly formed horror. They were yelling at the intruder who was making their way up the stairs, towards me.
"Get out!" My grandfathers howled together.
Footsteps clamored across the wood floor downstairs. Something fell over in the living room with a loud crash, and again in the kitchen, before the back door slammed against the counter as it was thrown open and a car engine rumbled to life.
Somehow, I regained my wits enough to run to my parents room and look out the window to the driveway below. An SUV was peeling backwards out into the street. It slammed into the neighbor's mailbox, righted itself, and then screeched off into the night.
A heavy quiet had fallen over the house again.
After waiting a few, long, tense minutes, I crept back across the hall and peeked into my room. Fran and Jock were where I'd left them, both completely silent. When they stayed that way, I hesitantly approached Fran, who was lying on his side with his little flat cap beside him. I picked him up and, with trembling fingers, squeezed his stomach.
"I love you, Sadie." Grandpa said warmly.
I put his cap back on his head and gently put him back on the shelf beside Jock and backed out of the room, watching them the whole time with wide eyes. As I rounded the corner, heading downstairs to the phone, I heard Grandpop's voice trailing after me.
"I love you, Sadie."
The police arrived a bit later, following my frantic call to 911. I filed a report, leaving out the bit about my talking bears, and allowed them to collect whatever evidence they could. Every so often, I found myself glancing at the stairs, almost like I was expecting a repeat of whatever had just happened. It never came and the cops wrapped it up, leaving me alone again.
When I called my parents to tell them about the break in, they immediately wanted to rush home, but I assured them there was no need.
"Really," I said, "I don't think I have anything to worry about."
"We could be on the next plane." Mom insisted.
"No, I'm ok. Whoever that guy was, I'm pretty sure he won't be back."
It took a few more go arounds, but I eventually convinced them I was safe.
And I felt it, too, for the most part. After the initial shock had worn off and I'd had time to process what had happened, I really was ok. I couldn't explain it, I couldn't tell anyone what had happened without sounding crazy, but I knew it had been real and I knew, as long as I had Fran and Jock sitting on the shelf above my bed, I could sleep easy.
A few days later, the cops did find the guy who broke in. He was a coworker of my dad's who'd overheard he'd be out of town. He thought the house would be empty and easy pickings. When he tried to tell them about the two crazy guys upstairs and their violent threats, they rolled their eyes and laughed at him. He was very surprised to hear that only a twenty-two year old woman had been in the house during his botched burglary.
When I returned home to my apartment a week later, Fran and Jock were with me. I keep them on the tv stand in the living room now, where they have a full view of the front door. Whenever I start to feel a bit anxious about being alone, I'll give each bear a little squeeze and smile as they speak.
"I love you, Sadie."
And now I respond. "I love you both, too."
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fictionalabyss · 6 years
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You have a decision to make.
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Pairing : Dean x Plussize!Reader, Soulless!Sam
Word count : 2,411
Warnings : Angst, Sam is a dick. 
A/N : Jumps from present, to past, and then back again.
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Opening the front door to the modest two floor home, Dean moved as silently as possible. He applied every bit of stealth he had ever learned as a hunter into getting himself up the stairs to the second floor without being detected. If he was caught, this was all over. The shittiest day of his life would get so much worse. What he did now, was harder than any job, any case, hell, anything he had ever done before and it was killing him.
He hit the second floor landing and looked up the hall. He could hear her. She was singing. He closed his eyes and silently made his way towards her. As soon as he laid eyes on her, his brothers voice rang out in his head. “You have a decision to make Dean. Make it fast before I make it for you.”
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Sam going to the pit had been the hardest thing Dean had ever had to deal with. Suddenly, he was alone. Dean had never really been alone before, he was lost. He wandered around, case to case throwing himself in so haphazardly, not really caring if he made it out. If he died, well, he had friends on the other side. Family.
Then he had run into Lisa again. He gave that a try. A new family. He threw himself into that completely, Lisa, the woman he loved, and Ben, a son he was positive was his even though she said he wasn’t. But that didn’t last either. Sam’s death had changed him too much. He was so busy looking around the corner for the next shoe to drop that he was ruining it before it even really started. One night, he just left.
And one morning, Dean wasn’t even sure when, he woke up next to her. He honestly couldn’t remember her name, or what city or town he was even in. He didn’t care. Everything was a drunken haze of debauchery the last few weeks, until he looked over at her.
The sheet hugged her curves so perfectly as she softly breathed next to him. Her back was to him, her soft, ample ass against his thigh. Her hair spread out over the pillow space between the two of them. He just looked at her, watched her, even though he couldn’t see much of her face. She was different from what he was use to waking up next to. Very different. Bits and pieces came back to him from the night before, her laugh, her smile. Suddenly, Dean realized he really wanted a cup of coffee.
He stood in the kitchen in just jeans when he heard her stirring. As she made her way out to him, his breath caught in his throat. She had grabbed the closest shirt, his shirt. The flannel button up was too long in the arms which made him smile. It just covered her ass in the back, but barely reached her thighs in the front as it covered those curves he remembered enjoying all night. Her hair was a mess and pulled to one side, hanging over her right shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind.” He held up his cup of coffee. She smiled and shook her head. “I wasn’t sure how you took yours, but now that you’re up, you hungry?” His face lit up as she smiled at him again and nodded. Dean never wanted to leave.
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Little did Dean know, Sam had come back. Sam was there when Dean finally walked out of her house two days later, a huge grin on his face. He watched as Dean stopped, turned back and pulled her in for a deep kiss. A small part of Sam wanted to be happy his brother might have finally found something worth holding on to. So Sam left him to believe he was still dead, but he never really left his brothers life.
Sam watched from across the street as Dean took her out for dinner a week later. They sat at a window table in a nice restaurant. Sam was oddly surprised by it. He watched his older brother try so hard with this girl. Dean hadn’t even put this much effort into what he’d had with Lisa.
Sam was also in the park the day Dean proposed. He followed behind as his brother nervously walked and talked with the girl. Running his fingers through his hair so often Sam was sure Dean would go bald. He was glad Dean had gotten a bit rusty when it came to hunting, and his senses. Dean should have easily spotted him but didn’t. He watched the girl stop Dean from running his fingers through his hair again, saw her worried face looking up at Dean and ask him something. Likely what was wrong. He watched his brother get down on his knee and propose. Then he watched her light up, the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen as she said yes and clung to Dean. Sam mumbled a curse and walked away.
Sam then ran into her a few times. Always at random, or at least it would seem to her. She had no idea who he was, but she was always polite, always smiling and happy. It was almost calming. For the most part, he was emotionless, but there was something about her. He could see why Dean stayed those first few nights.
He was also there when his brother got married. Well, near by. He stood a block away, leaning on a Dodge Charger, an older man standing with him as they watched Dean step out, his new bride on his arm and a huge smile on his face. “Just talk to your brother already, Sam.”
“And say what? I’ve been alive all this time, hunting with family you never knew we had?” He glanced at the older man. “PS, I wanna fuck your new wife?”
“Don’t be vulgar, Samuel.” The older man glared and Sam rolled his eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me either, boy.”
“Just get back to your damn Alpha hunt, grandpa.” Sam growled at him before pushing off from his car and moving around to the driver seat, getting in, and driving off leaving the older man behind.
Sam was even there the day Dean and his wife brought home their newborn. A daughter. He went by from time to time, catching a glimpse here and there into his niece’s life as she grew. Like when she splashed in a tiny baby pool while Dean washed the Impala one summer afternoon. She must have only been about 7 months old. He saw how Dean looked at his daughter and wife, paying more attention to them than he did to his car.
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Then one day, Sam let himself be seen by Dean. It started off with a fight. A fight to be sure that Sam was really Sam. Then it was hugs and catching up. Dean told his wife he was visiting an old friend for a weekend, apparently she’d heard of Bobby and didn’t mind. Even baked pies for Dean to bring to share with the older man. Then came more fighting as Dean realized he had been out of the loop at just how long Sam had been back.
Dean never mentioned Sam being alive to his wife. He had told her Sam was dead, how would he explain this? Sam didn’t mind, because then he’d have to explain how he’d been talking to her for the last two years, at least.
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Dean was quickly noticing his brother wasn’t quite his brother anymore. It was a nagging feeling at first. One that was confirmed as he spent more time with Sam. Watching him. Getting to know this ‘family’ he had been hunting with. He had a bad feeling about Samuel Campbell too, but Sam wouldn’t listen.
Dean listened though. He listened to what Sam said, what he didn’t say. He watched how his brother was treating women. The same brother who had always been sweetness and puppy dog eyes, was now the ‘take what I want and not give a shit’ kinda guy they had always hated. He’d heard stories, he’d seen it first hand. And then, it was directed at him and panic set in. For the first time in his life, Dean was afraid of his baby brother.
“I want her, Dean.”
“Who?”
“Your pretty little wife.” Dean clenched his jaw at that, and Sam laughed. “Come on, didn’t mom ever teach you to share?” Dean growled. “Right, sorry, mom didn’t get to teach us much, did she..”
“You better shut the fuck up, Sam.”
“I always get what I want, Dean. You’ve noticed that by now. I know you have.”
“Not her.” Dean was ready to start swinging. “You’ll never fucking have her.”
“Well, you better stop me.” Sam chuckled. “You have some choices. You can come hunt full time again, lets you keep an eye on me. Or, I go fuck your wife good, and introduce myself to my niece.” He smiled, and Dean paled. “Oh don’t give me that look. I wouldn’t hurt her, Dean. I’m not a monster. I adore her. But how long until you fuck it all up, huh? You’re half out the door already, so does it really matter? Decisions yours.”
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Dean watched as the love of his life was singing his daughter to sleep, your back to him. What did he do? Even though Sam wasn’t Sam anymore, he was still Dean’s brother, the little brother he raised, and did anything and everything for his whole life. The brother he was conditioned to protect above all else, including himself.
He figured he could just tell you. Tell you about Sam, about everything else. Admit to the lies he’d had to tell you about who he had been before meeting you. But would you then doubt everything else he’d said? Would you hate him? If that rift started, Sam would jump in. He’d try and take you from him.
He could never just let Sam have you. Not that he believed you would let Sam near you. Not that he believed he owned you and could make that decision for you. Just that he’d rather kill his brother and re-live that pain than let him touch you. You and the daughter you shared were the two most precious things in the world to him.
He could leave. He looked down at the ring on his finger and turned it using his thumb. He could disappear into the night like he had on Lisa. Vanish without a word, without a trace. He knew what that would do to you. It would destroy you, you’d have everyone looking for him. You’d be terrified but he knew you were strong. You were strong enough to survive it,  strong enough to raise his daughter.
Dean closed his eyes, trying to burn the sight of you both into his memories one last time before he turned and walked away.
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Hearing the front door, you turned. “Dean?” You called out gently, trying not to wake your daughter who had just fallen asleep.
You made your way up the hall, and when you passed the bedroom, you saw open drawers out of the corner of your eye. You stopped, and looked into the room for a moment before heading in. His drawers weren’t empty, but most of his stuff was gone. You rushed to the closet and found much the same. You turned, looking around the room, tears in your eyes as you started to panic. That’s when you saw the paper on the bed. Ring sitting on top. You picked it up as you heard the Impala roar to life in the driveway.
Your heart pounded in your chest as your feet pounded down the stairs. “DEAN!” You yelled as you ran out the front door. He glanced at you as he turned onto the street. “DEAN?! Plea–”
You dropped to the ground, as he drove off without a second glance back. “Why?” You whined to yourself. “What did I do?” Your shoulders shaking as you sobbed. You looked down at the paper in your hands. You cried there for a good five minutes before you opened it.
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You cried there in the yard for what felt like ages. And then you heard a voice, a familiar one that you ran into from time to time. “Hey, are you okay? Is something wrong?”
You looked up, and it was him. The tall guy with the shaggy hair that you’d run into at the supermarket, or cafe. Always nice, and sometimes offered to buy your coffee when you were having a rough morning. You shook your head. “Everything is wrong.” You told him gently as the tears started falling again. “And you’re being so kind to me again, and I can’t remember your name. I’m sorry.”
He knelt down, and lifted your chin up as he gave you a soft smile. “It’s okay. We pretty much only see each other in passing, I don’t expect you to know my name. But it’s Sam. Come on, let me help you inside. Is this your house?” You nodded. “Come on.” He started to help you up. “Let’s get you back indoors. I had just bought some beer, if you need someone to talk to, I’ll open you one, and you can vent. Okay?”
He gave you a smile you had seen so many times from him. And every time you saw it, you realized how much it reminded you of Dean’s. You nodded. “A beer would be nice, Sam. Thank you.” You sniffled as you both made your way to the front door, Sam stopping to grab his case of beer that you hadn’t noticed on your lawn until he picked it up. “You know, you remind me a little of someone…”
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It's been months and I stopped posting, ultimately bottling things up inside
I got a job but I'm scared. I haven't been employed in over a year and it's after a few days, after the first time I get sick, that I give up and quit. I'm scared for that first sick day. After a sickday I feel so nervous like people are going to judge me the day I came back for calling out and being sick especially with my chronic illnesses. I'm scared to get fired if I have a sickness episode that lasts up to a week so I quit before it can happen. I don't wanna do that again. It's stupid but I'm just so anxious.
A few months ago after my last post my grandma died. She had been falling constantly during the last few weeks. She couldn't feel her left side I had to help her up and around constantly. She was in pain. The night she died I had my friend over who was also an ex caregiver. We helped her and she was calling for me all night every 5-30 minutes I'd sit there with her for 10 as she looked around she was in a haze and didn't know what she wanted. My grandpa was kicking himself cause he couldn't help her due to his own age and pain. I'm really glad I stayed her during that time. Grandpa would have sat there for hours and pushed himself instead of calling for help. He's just that stubborn. I stayed up all night even after others had gone to sleep. I only went to lay down when grandpa woke up. We had a lot of talks that night. She wanted me to stay because they needed the help, she was so tired she just wanted to rest she was jealous everyone else could fall asleep but she couldnt. All that. I didn't fall asleep when I payed down.i just payed there waiting for her to call. After a few hours I got up to grandpa pushing her in her chair to try and get her to bed. I then helped get her to bed instead. I payed her down tuucked her in and said goodnight I love you. She said it back and after an hour I finally fell asleep. Another few hours later I'm woken up by grandpa. He's on 911 and looks frantic so I get up immediately as he tells me he needs help.
I go in. There's her lunch and roses from grandpa sitting on the night stand. She's laying there, her dentures are out, she's not breathing. Grandpa hands the phone and tells me to do for. Now I go to do what I'm told. But as I put my hands on her I just feel how cold she is. It was like the touch was draining the heat from me. Now I'm sitting here realizing she's already far gone there was no coming back as a lady on the phone screams directions at me. I start gently following her directions so grandpa doesn't freak out. I didn't have the heart to tell him since he was trying so hard. I just couldn't. Finally the first police officer comes in. The girl on the phone finally hangs up as he takes over. It was too much so I just went and held the door open for the police and parametics. Though in the moment I just imagined my grandma's ghost yelling 'leave me alone I'm tired let me rest' as them as they tried to bring her back. Eventually they have grandpa waiting in the hall. Our neighbor comes over to help comfort and explain the process to us since he heard the call on his radio. At this point my fiance and friend have moved me to the kitchen. I'm a mess thinking I should have done more, convinced her to get medical attention last night. Something as my friend and fiance hug me while I sob. I had to lock my service dog in her cage after my dog spent all night helping me take care of her. When they finally stopped trying after an hour they had someone come pick up her body. She looked peaceful when I first touched her but as I said my last goodbyes I could barely look cause after all that there was blood on her face. My dog was trying everything to hlget out of the cage as they rolled her out. Once the door was closed the dog went straight to the spot grandma died and played. After that the dog only sat in the spot that grandma used to sit in. Since then whenever people leave the house she freaks out when they come back after more than a week. Acting happy that they came back and we're there. My family came over the day after and just started taking and claiming her stuff. Pissed me off so much. After the initial breakdown I couldn't get myself to cry and they hugged me crying, all of them, saying I can't imagine what you sent through having to take care her thank you, but then the few weeks after started telling grandpa kick me out in a month I'm the worst I just abuse and take advantage of his kindness and all that. They didn't actually care and how they acted and talked about me showed it. My mom came back into my life and tried to control it but when I said no disowned me and my bio dad told me that I need to apologize for how I've handled things,(I got distant and closed off and I don't message him or visit cause they guilt trip alit and I can't handle that right now and that is the way I grew up to survive. It's the only way I know how to handle things. I mean he wasn't there I didn't even meet him till after I was 19.) So idk if I'll actually continue to associate with him cause a lot of the factors aren't my fault.
I don't need the family who can't empathize and care. If they want someone they can bend to their will it's not gonna be me.
Ontop of all this the crazy bitch and my old group who have been destroying my reputation with rumors as much as they can in all my areas of interest were suing me 3 times. We only have one more case to go to but I'm just so tired. They kept saying my fiance that was protecting me was dangerous and I was posting about them ect with no proof so I gathered 700 screenshots of proof including some videos as well but despite the cases being dismissed, she still is going around the communities surrounding 2 of my biggest hobbies talking shit and getting people to hate me block me and spread rumors without getting my side. It's tiring and I even made new accounts due to the bullshit.
My grandpa gave me until my birthday to get out but my fiance hasn't gotten a job, 2 roommates bailed and the other roommate quit her less than part time job cause it was too hard to get there. I'm the only one making money and we have less than a month and I just started. Grandpa said if we need longer he can extend it as long as everyone here is working. I'm trying to get to that point.
It's all really fucking hard. I just hate myself at this point. The things that bring me joy I'm scared to post because of the rumors, outside of my hobbies my friends left again band I'm down to a small handful who actually care enough to talk to me. I keep thinking back to loosing my best friend cause he told my family about my engagement a month or 2 before the official announcement we wanted and he said I'm too much drama and he's not willing to deal with me anymore
That hit hard. He was only of the last people I expected to hear that from. It makes me wonder how many people close to me actually feel that way but continue to tell me I'm great.
Even my internet friends left. In one night they went from 'your a godess' 'i have a crush on you' 'your baby's to 'your the worse you use everybody for your ego ' 'you never cared about us' all cause I told one to shut when they said maybe my fiance just wanted time away from me and didn't want to tell me.
I've just given up this year, people who want to leave me can leave at this point, I just want friends who actually want to be in my life and care about me. I know I'm a shit person but at least I'm trying to work on it. I just need someone to tell me everything wrong with me. Just go off full honest opinion no holding back. So I can take it and better myself. Not that crap of there's nothing wrong with you. Just tell me I'm a bitch like your all probably thinking..
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Letters to Chris. June 8. Two months later.
Hey Buddy,
Once again, I'm here at the Starbucks down the street. Where I wrote my second ever letter to you. At the time, I couldn't believe it had been six days since you'd been alive. That was so hard to wrap my mind around....It feels like yesterday, but it that two months ago. Somehow 61 days have passed. In that letter, I talked to you about how time refuses to pass when you need it to. But obviously...pass it does. Because here we are...61 days later. I can't understand how time keeps passing? I don't want it to...Each day that passes is another day away from you. What is it going to feel like when you’ve been gone for years? I can’t bear to think about that. And for some reason, you've felt so far away lately. Where are you? I'm so scared I'll never feel your presence again. There are days where I think everything will be okay. Where I think just knowing you are still very much alive, albeit in a different way than I am, will be enough. I go about my day. I’m productive. I laugh often. Then there are times where all of this is just too much, and I don't know how to breathe. Those are the moments I feel on the verge of a panic attack. The walls close in, my chest constricts so I can't take a deep breath. It's like my body completely just rejects the reality of you being gone. Seriously, Chris, where are you? And how does the world keep spinning with you not here? How does the sun continue to rise? How do other people feel happy, laugh, make plans? I see all these people going about their days like nothing has changed. Can’t they feel your absence?? I feel like your death should have disrupted the entire world. I'm sure everyone who loses someone they love feels the same way. But yet...life goes on. For others. Not for me. Or Nikea. Or Mom or Dad. Not yet. I hear it's supposed to again some day. Rumor has it. But I don't want it to. I'm so afraid of letting go. 
I've never been more scared of anything.
It's weird...now you're like this mystical being...someone who had at one time lived that has gone to a place I can't follow. Who now knows things I could never imagine. Who I'll never see or touch again. Or hear laugh. Or get a text from. You've taken on this almost ethereal quality. I don't know how else to describe it. 
I've been going through and re-editing professional photographs I took of you. The ones from when we visited you in the hospital for Carter's birth, his newborn pictures, your wedding reception.  It is so weird seeing them. Looking at you in iPhone pictures is one thing...but from my beloved Canon 5D Mark iii, it is quite another. You look so alive. Like I could reach through the computer screen and touch you. The pictures from the hospital are adorable. You were so exhausted, but so in love with your new son. Then the newborn shoot we did a short while later...Remember that day? When everyone came over to see Carter, BBQ, smoke cigars, and hang out like the Rudloffs do best. Grandma and Grandpa, Grandpa Ward, David, Stacie, Derrick, Travis, Grayson, Austen, Hannah and Sayre, Sue and Tim were all there. It's hard to describe how I feel when I see these photos. I can't say "happy" or "peaceful," but a weird hybrid where they there but completely overshadowed by a million other emotions. Devastation. Nausea. Exhaustion. Disbelief that you’re gone. Anger. Fear. Gratitude that I have these photos.
I posted a pic of you and Uncle Tim on Sue’s wall. In this picture, Tim is sitting at our patio table, with you in the background smiling. Hannah commented on it, her words perfectly describing what I feel every day:
“Isn't it crazy that 2 people in this pic aren't here anymore? I mean it's just so crazy. They're right there! I can picture what they looked like right after the pic was taken. I can see them talking, breathing, enjoying family time. But now they're gone. It doesn't seem real.”
It doesn’t. You’re right there. Both of you. Happy. Enjoying life. I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that you are in those pictures which I feel were taken yesterday but not here. How?? God, life is cruel.
I posted a couple  of my favorites (remember the ones in our backyard where you were wearing your ACUs? You're holding Carter and looking down on him, your cap pulled deep over your eyes, and another where you're kissing him) on a photography community page I am a part of, called Mastin. Kirk Mastin, who created this forum, made a group of actions which help photographers edit photos in a way that make them look like they were taken by a film camera. On this particular page, people share photos and ask for ideas, editing tips, etc. I was honestly terrified to share these pictures. For one, there are thousands of super talented photographers on here. But also I wanted to share why these photographs are so precious to me. I'll never withhold how you died. None of us will. Because we are never, ever going to be ashamed of you. Ever. But I am so protective of you, and am always waiting for someone to say something ignorant. And then I'd have to kick their ass. But I shared how my brother had commit suicide April 8, and how I had never really been a fan of my work on this particular shoot just because it was an earlier one and I was super hard on myself, yet after reediting using Mastin, I was completely in love with the photos. I ended the post saying, "How handsome was he in his uniform?!" 
The response I received was overwhelming.
In the first hour, I had over 200 likes and about a dozen comments. Two days later there are over 550 likes and 62 comments, including 11 others who lost loved ones to suicide. I had hoped to reach at least one person who was going through what we are...but I was in no way expecting the outpouring of love I ended up getting. I cried because I had no idea so many on this website were themselves suicide survivors. I had asked what their loved ones names were...Scotty Phelps, Nicholas Hill, James Jacob, Caitlyn Rose Bailey. Beautiful souls who you are joined with on the other side. My heart feels as full as it has in two months, in a way, because so many people out there care. Perfect strangers who hurt for us and know what we feel. Now, 552 other people know who you were. They read about you, saw your pictures, cried for you. They know you lived. And I cannot physically put into words how that makes me feel. You may have only been here 25 years, buddy, but you've made your mark.
By the way, I’m sorry I chastised you for not thanking me when I gave you all the photos I edited. I know you were so exhausted from a new baby and work...I should never have gotten after you. I’ve freely admitted that I can be an asshole. But still, I’m sorry.
I taught yoga tonight for the first time in five months. My old boss asked if I could sub, and I wanted so badly to say no. But I felt this push...from Clay, who really thought it would be good for me, but also from you. It was so solid. I knew I had to say yes. And from the moment I accepted, there was never a question of what my "theme" would be (I love theming my classes. I’m a nerd-I know). I would talk about the resilience of the human spirit, how we learn so much about ourselves and our ability to survive during times of absolute heartbreak. I was completely honest, sharing how I didn't want to teach at first. Because 1) it had been so long since I taught (five months...has it really been that long??), and 2) it’s the two month anniversary of your suicide. Our last full conversation took place after I had left a class there, too...Remember, when you were stressing out about finding an apartment and I told you how we were moving into our friend’s basement while we job searched? That conversation is still so fresh in my mind. Like it took place yesterday. You talked about how you couldn’t see the light, how you had started smoking to deal with your stress, saying you knew I would tell Mom and that you didn’t need a lecture (Hey punk-I never said anything. I didn’t “tell” on you ever. And when did I ever lecture you??! Hmph).
Anyways. In class I shared four main things I have learned in the past two months through grieving. Firstly, the human being is capable of enduring the most horrific of tragedies. Things we never think we’d be able to survive. If someone told me I’d lose my brother and my uncle Tim, I’d want to quit life right then. I would have said there was NO WAY I’d live through losing both of you. But obviously, we are all still here. Me. Mom. Nikea and Bethany. Dad. Katrina. Hannah, Sue and Sayre are still here after losing Tim. I don't always know how I am. I say this a lot, but it does surprise me at times. It feels like I should have died from heartache by now. It just proves my point. We are resilient. We are so much stronger than we think could ever think possible. 
Secondly, I believe we learn more about ourselves during times of grief than any other periods in our life. I've learned how fiercely I love. I never realized...I knew that I loved my family more than anything. Obviously. But I had no idea how deeply that love went. To my very core. I've learned how much I've taken these people I love for granted. Look at you-I always thought I had tomorrow to call. I’ve also learned how strong I am. This kinda goes back to my first point, but I’m blown away by my resilience (I’m totally patting myself on the back right now). I mean seriously. This is it. Bad shit will continue to happen because that’s life. But I know I’ll get through because I’m getting through this. Not unscathed. Forever changed. But still, I’m surviving. I’m a survivor.
Third, I've learned how much people can surprise you. I’ve had so people reach out, cry with me, share their own stories of loss, donate large sums of money. I mean, the photography post I told you about is a perfect example. It times of hardship, people want to be there for you. And we should let them. I think mental illness is a subject very near and dear to many hearts. From what I have seen, so many either struggle with it or have a loved one who does. So they desperately want to lend a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen. They want to help me make a difference. And this gives me hope. Everyone I've talked to has been so eager to have a discussion about a topic that up to very recently has been considered taboo. Which leads me to four: regardless of what we are going through, there are people out there who know exactly how we feel. The first few weeks, I felt like I was the only one who had lost someone I love to suicide. I knew I wasn't, but I had no idea how many were out there, desperately wanting to talk about their loved one. That's why I asked the names of those I listed above...I know how desperately I want to tell people your name, talk about you, share your story, even with those I don’t know. And I want to know about their loved ones. You all need to be remembered, even by those of us who don't know you but are still bound to you because we, too, have lost a sibling, parent, cousin, friend, spouse, to suicide.
Random thought, but I had a random memory pop in my head the other day. Remember when I used Endust on our wood floors that one time when my chore was to dry mop? When I was done, Mom told me I needed to actually mop because the Endust made the floors so slick everyone was falling. Right after she said that, you walked through the front door and slid. It was so funny, and even though I felt bad I couldn’t stop laughing. 
I love those random memories.
By the way, I need to thank you. I think you've been helping my photography business take off again. Since you passed, I've booked a wedding, two family sessions and a yoga festival. Out of the blue. I really believe that's you. One particularly rough day I heard you say, "I got you, Sis." I heard it. As clear as day. And I know you do. You still feel so far away right now, but I know that's not forever. I just need to keep holding on, like I've been doing. Keep breathing when my chest constricts and the walls close in, keep getting out of bed in the morning, keep loving...I know these are all things you want. Please be patient with me. I'm doing my best right now. But I miss you.
Love you, Buddy.
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I made this list so people could see what requests I have in my inbox. If you requested but don’t see your request down here, please tell me so I could add it. Also, please tell me if I made any mistakes!
Last Updated: 27/03/2017 Masterlist
I M A G I N E S
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Request: “could you do a song request with Ruin by Shawn Mendes and with Tim Drake??” 
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Request: “Could you do a Dick Grayson x Reader where they're dating but Bruce doesn't like the reader (he thinks that she's a gold digger) and he's sorta rude to her but then one day he goes to Dick's apartment to talk to him about a mission and he sees the reader and Dick being super cute (maybe cooking or something) and realizes that they really love each other and later apologizes to the reader”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Terry McGinnis x Reader Request: “Can í please request one where terry and the reader meet for the first time at the manor and bruce disapproves because that's his grandbaby
Requester: @dc-comics-imagines Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Request: “Okay. So since I've seen some stories with reader with small boobs going around and since I'm in the itty bitty tiny committee myself I was wondered if you could write something with Dick about it. I don't know if you want to make it nsfw or not.”
Requester: @dc-comics-imagines Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Request: “So reader is an artist and she has an assignment to draw someone so she asks Jason”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Request: “Okay, so I'm a little nervous to request this. I don't know how you'll feel about this. Please, please, PLEASE don't feel that you have to write it if you feel uncomfortable. I totally understand, really I do. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. But could you write a Dick Grayson x Reader story where the reader and Dick are on patrol and the reader gets shrunk by a chemical explosion, and they're freaking out, so Dick has to calm them down and there's fluff? Thank you!”
Requester: @justmandothings Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Request: “Hello again! I didn't know if requests are still open, but I utterly love your writing and had a cute idea. Could you write a Dick Grayson x Reader where either Dick and the reader are making food and there's cute little shenanigans that go on between the two while they're cooking? Such as Dick dancing to music playing in the background and trying to get the reader to dance, while she's trying to crack an egg and giggling over how adorable he is. The typical 'putting food on each other's face' thing, etc. Any cute fluffy food related thing you can think of. Thank you so much if you can! I love your writing so much.”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Request: “Can I request Jason and it's his wife's first time while they're on their honeymoon? Like fluffy with a tiny bit of NSFW”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: None Request: “Would you be able to write a batsis imagine where the boys go to see her perform for the first time as the prima for her ballet company?”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Request: “Could you write an imagine about one of the boys s/o (you can choose whos), where they are a figure skater and try to teach the boys how to figure skate at the request of Bruce to help them get along after they all had a falling out?”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader Request: “Okay, so I know you want a head cannons for requests, but i was wondering if you could write some sort of thing between the reader and tim where his s/o challenges him to a chess match and it just gets more and more intense as the game goes on?”
Requester: @hellomgann1296 Pairing: Terry McGinnis x Reader Request: “If it wouldn't trouble you, could I request Terry McGinnis and reader? Reader is a new crime fighter going by the name Sparrow. People assume she's the new batgirl though because she's always around batman but her excuse for that is always the same, "I fight WAY better than him". But in reality, they're completely smitten w/ each other. But when they met they agreed to keep it platonic for safety/scheduling reason. Friends may have taken a turn to friends with benefits... ...but they don't reveal their identities (domino masks). But one day after a particularly rough mission where reader or Terry is really cut up, the other takes the wounded one back to his or her apartment and while they are being stitched up, they take of his or her cowl/mask. The other person is shocked but the wounded person is like "I think the person I'm madly in love w/ should know that I'm more than just a pair of lips." The other does the same, they share names, and a sweet kiss.”
Requester: @alicerozenju Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Request: “Hi! I'm still on Disney mood, and I was thinking on a prompt where Roy (or the Bat Boys) just saw the Beauty and the Beast (The original animated version of course :D) and thought on Jason as the Beast and the S/O as Belle, and when they saw them cuddling or being all lovey dovey the guys start singing or humming the Beauty and the Beast theme...”
Requester: @dc-comics-imagines Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Request: “So Jason and reader broke up, because as he said he didn't feel anything anymore not even by kissing her and abandons her. Reader calls him a little time later to tell him she's pregnant and he is really mean to her, saying the kid is not his or that maybe there's no kid at all and that is her way of forcing him to come back. +  I just had this idea where she died during childbirth because she wanted Jason by her side and the stress of being alone made her weaker. And during the entire thing she was calling for Jason but he wasn't there. +  I feel like she has to be seem by Jason. Could that be a dream of his? That makes him feel more guilty? +  this dream makes him realize that he should be there for the kid.”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Request: “Could you write about one of the boys s/o having a bad day and they try to make them feel better and it ends up with their s/o painting their nails and doing their make up with glasses of wine and shitty chick flicks playing in the background? You can choose which boy.”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader Request: “I don't know if you do song fics, but if you do, could you do one based on 'Say You Won't Go' by James Arthur for Damien?”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader x Cassandra Cain (Platonic) Request: “Can I pls request a prompt with Jason ft Cassie? Reader is also a hero and likes to train a lot w/Cassie so she's around the mansion a lot. Jason develops a crush on her but doesn't know how to approach her so he starts involving himself in training.”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Damian Wayne x Sister!Reader Request: “Maybe something about Bruce's older daughter going mom mode when Damian has a problem in school, like, fear her, she can hurt you worst than the other Waynes. Even Alfred is scared, Barbara is her best friend and brings popcorn for the other girls.”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Request: “Can you do one with Jason where you end up protecting him. You gained powers from the particle accelerator (tying in the flash here) that surfaced when jay was in danger? Maybe the reader has elemental manipulation. Thanks!!!”
Requester: Anonymous Pairing: Barbara Gordon x Fem!Reader Request: “Okay is there anyway I can get some fluffy Barbra Gordon?? It can be when she was batgirl or oracle. Maybe she teaches her s/o some of her skills??”
H E A D C A N O N S
Requester: Anonymous Character: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Request: “Hi love, could you do a NSFW head cannon (about anything in general about their sex life) for Jaybird or DICKBUTT pls? ❤️” 
Requester: @dc-comics-imagines Character: Batboys Request: “GOING CAMPING WITH THE BATBOYS”
Requester: @dc-comics-imagines Character: Batboys Request: “Headcanons on batboys with stubborn kids”
Requester: @dc-comics-imagines Character: Batboys Request: “HEADCANONS ON BATBOYS TRYING TO RAP AND FAILING MISERABLY?”
Requester: @minchen0897 Character: Batboys + Bruce Request: “Congrats on the 500! You deserve it - and many more :D Now, i saw you asked for Headcanons? I love Headcanons. So...how about the s/o of the Batboys being a soldier, and after being mia for...a year, maybe? They come home. Reactions, please? (Also, older Damian of course, otherwise it wouldn't make sense. And i would absolutely adore it if you would include the War Veteran Alfred too, because he IS a Grandpa to all of them, i am ready to fight everyone on this.) Thank you so much!”
Requester: @minchen0897 Character: Batboys + Bruce + Alfred Request: “Congrats on the 500! You deserve it - and many more :D Now, i saw you asked for Headcanons? I love Headcanons. So...how about the s/o of the Batboys Batsis being a soldier, and after being mia for...a year, maybe? They come home. Reactions, please? (Also, older Damian of course, otherwise it wouldn't make sense. And i would absolutely adore it if you would include the War Veteran Alfred too, because he IS a Grandpa to all of them, i am ready to fight everyone on this.) Thank you so much!”
Requester: @justmandothings Character: Batboys + Bruce Request: “Okay, here's a headcanon ask! Since it's snowing where I'm at, how about how Bruce and the BatBoys act around their s/o's when it's snowing outside and what snow fun things they might do out there. :D”
Requester: Anonymous Character: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Request: “HCs for Jason/Dick dating a famous actress/singer? 😁”
Requester: Anonymous Character: Batboys Request: “Can you do HCs when the Batboy's s/o gets kidnapped by the Joker or any DC Villain? Tysm ☺😘”
Requester: Anonymous Character: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Request: “Hc on how dick and Jason would handle their gf feeling really jealous/self conscious/low self esteemed about their previous relationships with Kori?”
Requester: Anonymous Character: Batfamily Request: “Headcannon for the batfam with their smol s/o or a road trip with the batfam and you're with one of them ? :) xx”
Requester: Anonymous Character: Batfamily Request: “Any headcanons when the bat family goes into a haunted house? >u<”
Requester: Anonymous Character: Batboys Request: “Same anon from a bit back where batsis comes home with a girl instead of a boy, could you write headcannons around that? Like how the family would react to batsis coming home with a girlfriend, and how they would react if it was another heroine, like Kara Danvers or Cassie Sandsmark?”
Requester: Anonymous Character: Jason Todd, Roy Harper & Kori Request: “Head cannon or a imagine of being part of the outlaws and what life is like living with them (Jay, Kori and Roy)?”
Requester: Anonymous Character: Batboys Request: “Head cannon for going on vacation with the boys (Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke,and Damian) ? Thanks Mary! :D”
S H I P S
Requester: @royslittleharper Request: “Can I please have a ship? i'm 5'8 ginger w dyed black hair & brown eyes. i love video game & fantasy/comedy genre. I'm trash for reality tv & sitcoms too. i'm cheeky & dorky at times but can have days where i just want to crawl into bed and use escapism to cope. i'm very protective and sarcastic and ready to go mumma bear at will. I struggle with some cues with people so i tend to be careful and hold onto grudges which I'm trying be better with. i'm addicted to coffee and i'm a sinner. Thank yo”
Requester: Anonymous Request: “Hey there, if you're still accepting ships, could I have one as well? I'm Val (short for Valerie). I'm 5'4, half white/Asian, with greyish blue hair, brown eyes and tan skin. I love travelling, reading, playing video games, and going online. I do not like having attention on me, can be a loner, but love being around people I care about. I'm always willing to put others first before myself, am sarcastic as hell and have a witty sense of humour. Thanks love if you do this!”
Requester: Anonymous Request: “Can I have a ship please? I'm a bi Latina. 5'3" with wavy, brown hair and eyes. I have an average/curvy build. I love cooking, movies and hiking. I struggle with anxiety. Right now I'm working towards becoming a psychiatrist bc I want to help others.”
O . C .   S H I P S
Requester: Anonymous Request: “Here's my OC: her name is Jennifer R. Morgan! She is from Vancouver, BC (so she's Canadian), is half white and Asian (Filipino), is the middle child (one older sister and one younger sister). Her father is a very powerful mob boss around the west coast and her mother is a bio chemist. Parents are divorced due to her father's line of work becoming too dangerous for the family. Kind of the black sheep of the family since she's very shy and isolated due to certain events in her childhood. Jennifer lives with her father and has recently began to partake in his line of work, much to her mother's and siblings knowledge; but then decides to leave that life. She later becomes a vigilante in her area, basically doing what the batfam does. Has light brown eyes, light olive skin, is 5'6 and shoulder-length raven black hair. Has a rose tattoo on her right shoulder, a Gemini zodiac symbol on her left hand (on her middle finger) and many little ones all over her body.  Her family is pretty well-off, but never has she ever taken advantage of that. She's rather 18-20 (I couldn't make up my mind lol), but appears younger for her age. Very close with both her siblings and close to both parents, but since their divorce, has distanced herself from them bc of their continuous custody battle over her younger sister (older sister is 4 years older; younger sis is 8 years). Jennifer's personally is much like Jason's and Tim's. She's also in uni.”
Requester: @batlog Request: “Maia is a 5’6 Brunette and is the daughter of the Asguardian's Skadi and Odin, but believes she is human, with no memories of her past after a prank gone wrong by Loki. She is outgoing and flirtatious and usually in prank wars, but can also ice people out when she gets hurt by them badly and cools off by shooting her bow. She's also very caring and gentle but can be extremely protective stubborn and gullible. Her favourite things to do are eat, tinker with gadgets and exercise. Thank you”
Requester: @pinkiepie125 Request: “Hey! Would it be okay if I sent in an OC ship? My OC's name is Stella and she's what many would call broken. She hates the feeling of helplessness but yet, it's the one feeling that she finds herself suffocating in. She wants to see the happiness in the world but it's too far for her, she can't achieve it and honestly, she doesn't see the way out. She doesn't even think that she could ever be happy. Hope this is enough information for the OC ships, this is my first time doing this! Thank you! <3″
Requester: Anonymous Request: “My oc is Hanna she's Russian and a magician, is mute, parents abandoned her at an orphanage, is a hard worker, not really good at expressing herself, loves reading, adores flowers, is ready to help and protect her friends.”
Requester: @i-n-v-e-r-n-i-s-m-o Request: “Intelligent girl that looks angelic but is sassy and ironic when you get to know her. Kinda mysterious because she doesn't say much with words but her eyes says everything. Fearless and her curly hair is as wild as she is in her heart. Sounds confident. Has so much love inside her that she doesn't know what to do with it, so she just pretend that all this love is dead. Loves deeply or doesn't care at all. Likes to be alone and is independent. Doesn't let people tell her what to do and is a bit dramatic sometimes but won't admit it. Loves horror movies and laughs while watching them. She tries so hard to be happy by herself but sometimes she needs someone. Too proud and cunning. Never felt real love before and act like she doesn't believe it but she's waiting for her love to show up. Doesn't want to be sweet princess because she's already a freaking queen. She can't forgive and forget. Has a golden heart that is damaged, but that's okay because aren't we all a bit broken?
Her name is Mel. Her father was French and her mother Brazilian. She was born in Brazil but moved to USA when she was a child. She always loved to read and learned things really fast. Her father was part of a small "gang" of thieves and was murdered after stealing from the wrong people. Her mother died trying to protect her husband and child. The same people who murdered her family "adopted" her as a symbol of victory to scare people who tried to steal from them. They were really agressive towards her but would never miss a chance of showing her off to look powerful. She spent years secretly training to scape and studying with the help of one of her father's partners that managed to survive but got locked up by the same family, he was her only friend. Years later her friend died and she escaped. She trained for months with no pauses while living in the streets and became a warrior so she tracked down her "family" and killed them, that day she became shadow, a antihero. She took over her "family's"  business and is the leader of their "mafia" but she always make sure that they're not hurting the wrong people.”
Requester: @ifthisislove-loveiseasy Request: “now about my OC: her name is Alma Markovich. she has 20 years old, has long black hair, she is 5'7 and she has brown light eyes, she never had a boyfriend, that's why she's a flustered mess around boys and she is a little clumsy and stubborn but its a good sweet girl. she moves to Gotham to finish her studies of nursing, she doesn't know about her parents since they died when she was little, so she lived all her life with a middle old lady until Alma decided to move to another city. Alma not only know about nursing, she also know speak English, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian and French, also know about close combat, about astronomy and she can cook very well. Her style is very casual but if she want she can be a total femme fatale. Her hobbies are watch the stars, read, play with any dog or cat, play the piano and help to anyone who need it.”
Requester: @nabilaqmr Request: “Hii maruthor! Can I please get an oc ship? My oc's name is Natalie, she's a very stubborn girl who tries to get things done her way and she doesn't take a no for an answer but when it came to the person she loves the most she'll *shyly* give in and agree to let things done their way. She has a habbit of seeing the good in others and always ended up getting hurt but thats one of the things that made her strong and she believes everyone deserve a second chance, she can be a savage if she wants to be and can be a little bit agressive when she's angry. She always put other's needs before hers and she would gladly sacrifice herself for her s/o she's loves to joke around and have fun but also knows when to be serious. That's basically it I hope it's not too long 😅 
So Natalie is 5'1, she has dirty blonde hair with bright green eyes, her favorite color is any shades of blue and green. She's a summer lover but she's also down to winter only for the hot cocoas and cuddles so she would probably wear a lot of tanktops or jackets. I wanna add a few more things about her that I forgot to mention, she's also Oliver Queen's daughter (forgot that detail _ _') she loves her father but she hates how much of a playboy and a flirt he, and probably any other guys she meets, she doesn't go for guys who are already taken by other women/men because she hates being the cause of a broken relationship. She also sees Dinah Lance as a role model and a mother figure so she learned a thing or two about how to defend herself in rough situations. And also she has this love hate brother sister kind of relationship with Roy but she loves anyways.” 
Requester: @schninner Request: “Hi there! I just wanted to start by saying that Red was amazing and yet it killed me a the same time, so kudos to you! I also saw that you were doing OC ships and was wondering if you could do my OC? Her name is Makayla Fray and her alias is Red Comet. She has wavey dirty blonde hair that is always in her face and Red eyes. Powers- she can fly, and when she does there is a red haze around her ( i always picture the tail of a Comet or the light that radiates from it) her body tempurature is normally 115-120. She has something sort of like a plasma blast and has super strength.  Although her powers mainly relate to heat/fire, she can't really use them to their full potential; because,  like a comet (which is basically like a dirty snowball), whenever she gets to hot or uses her powers to much she starts to deteriorate. So she has to drink a crap ton of water. Personality- she is fiercly loyal to her friends, she is clumsy as hell and in no way near graceful or sneaky. She blushes quite easily and gets flustered/embarrassed  whenever someone compliments her. She not really one for people and tends not to make friends easily, but the friends she does make, she loves them wholly. She is sassy and sarcastic when first met, but can be a real sweet heart when she needs to be. She is not really one for authority and can occasionally be a loose cannon out on the field I think I covered everything... But if you need to know anything else I'll be here! I hope you can work with my OC, but if not I understand. Thank you!💜”
Requester: @dc-comics-imagines Request: “I want you to ship him with a female...Okay so his name is Beau and he is 6'6. With long platinum blonde hair (almost like bleached) that he likes to keep in a half ponytail. He also has sandy colored eyes and a scar across his left eye and lower lip. He's warm witty and funny and very loyal. He always chases down the good chances whether it is for love or anything else. He is too devoted to his emotions but knows pretty well when they should be locked deep down in his heart. He rarely gets angry but when he does people fear him. He's too tall and he's either too clumsy or too smooth. He works as a cop and does well with all his colleagues. He likes to workout so he doesn't look like a huge walking straw. Also he avoids dating blondes because almost everyone in his family is blonde and he's kind of bored of that. He'd like it of his s/o appreciated his family, because he has two other sisters; His twin and the youngest members of the family who he protects with all his might and a total respect for his parents.” 
Requester: @dc-comics-imagines Request: “Okay so Lyla is Beau's little sister. She's brunette with natural blonde highlights here and there, since almost everyone in her family is blonde, except her dad. She's loyal, like her brother but sometimes she too damn dump. She has severe depression and she hates to admit so. She's constantly on her own little world, she's an artist and she actually studies art. Her dad forces her to become a cop just like her brother so they can have an eye on her. She decided that she should join the police academy after she had an affair with her professor at the college. (She was forced in this affair by him though, with blackmailing and stuff). Her old relationships hunt her, nobody has ever been too good to her and they seem to always take advantage of her insecurities. She loves her family too, but maybe not as much as her brother. She wants to get away from everyone and everything and be her own self. She doesn't want anyone to control her, she wants to be free and not to have to dye her hair blonde or black to fit the standards of others. she somehow needs someone to order her around. Sometimes she's feisty but she instantly regrets it.”
Requester: @dc-comics-imagines Request: “Taylor is my main oc. She's got dark brunette hair with forest green eyes. She's got mental abilities that she used to struggle to control. Her mother gave her to the Amazons because she couldn't take care of her. There at the age of four she killed an Amazons with her powers. The other Amazons expected Hippolyta to kill her or give her back to her mother but Hippolyta choose to help her gain discipline and with the right amount of practice she became a manhunter, working especially for the Amazons. Later on she came to men's world to go after Diana. But things were difficult because she didn't know the language. Being in the men's world though made her want to know about her biological parents.  After long fights with Diana she decided to stay in the streets. I won't brag about it much, but it was Dick who helped her learn English and helped her settle, and overtime she fell for him. Once she was rejected she was reminded that she was a monster, who only killed people and maybe that's why she wasn't able to be loved. But overall, she never does anything without being ordered too. She might appear as extremely pretty or fierce, as a woman so badass you have to fear, but she's so weak inside. But being an Amazon means she has no single insecurity. She always tells forward for those who indeed have and tried her best to protect the weak and clear her killer name”
Requester: @womenofjustice Request: “Thank you so much Rebecca Baxter Age: 25 Owner and founder of Baxter Technologies. Daughter of Trigon older sister of Raven. Lived in London but moved to Bludhaven build her business. Goes by source when she is fighting crime. Is a nerd. 6'8 dark skinned and plus sized. Sassy and a hard working woman but behind closed doors a weird nerd and geek who loves making Cosplay(s) and weapons. Has a weapons named monster metal that is a metal that she can change into any weapon she wants using her powers to charge it. Hopefully this is enough”
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