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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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Hear me out, imainge Techno raiseing a little girl and she just brings home her first boy friend or something. Techno being Techno just reacts to this in a "hurt her and i'll kick your ass" kinda way.

This idea wont leave my head and I have no idea why.---

Also hope you have a great rest of the weekend!! :D

-🐼😐

Oh my god he would be the best/worst dad ever. Best because he would be so loving and supportive. But worst because he was so terrifying.

Also! Apologies before hand I got a little carried away (I love domestic dad techno, what can I say)

Athena- Technoblade

Warning: none, maybe protective dad Techno?

When you first had children Techno was pretty hesitant. He wasn't sure if the child would like him or despise him. He also wasn't sure if he would even be a decent father. Of course being his loving and supportive wife, you already knew Techno was utterly amazing with children. So when you announced you were pregnant, you swiftly eased Techno's nerves about fatherhood.

When your baby was born he cried, he was so over joyed at the sight of your little darling within his arms. Phil, having known the lengths and dangers of pregnancies, was glad that you had safely delivered a healthy baby girl. Almost a exact replica of you to be precise. With little ruby eyes she looked at you both with wonder. Quickly finding comfort with her Mother, Father and Uncle. Techno upon seeing her, knew she would grow to be strong. Whether she choose to be delicate as a flower, or as fierce as a warrior. He would be there to support his little girl. With that said, he only found one name, perfect enough to fit his little darling.

Athena.

Like her name foretold, she became a elegant warrior. From a young age she was driven to make her father forever proud. Of course he was naturally proud of her. But that didn't stop her from picking a bow, and sword up to challenge her father.

When she was a toddler, she found amusement and love for the little things. Athena and Steve had even become inseparable. Her father was gushing over the idea that his daughter had a love for large animals similarly to him.

Of course you were also close to her. She was your daughter, made of your flesh and blood. While Techno taught her everything about combat, you often shown her the gentle side of things.

Between You and Techno- and the rather occasional help from Phil- you guys had taught Athena to be fierce, yet gentle and loving. Something you were all very proud of.

As Athena aged she became rather beautiful, growing to look a lot more like Techno then you first had perceived. With her father's strong gaze and jawline she became a heartbreaker without even knowing it.

You and Techno both knew she was gentle and loving. But due to Technoblade being her father, many boys and women alike tended to shy away from her. Fearing of upsetting her or her father.

Techno felt bad at the idea of his daughter being alone. He knew what it was like to be shunned by most people. It wasn't something he wished his little girl to face.

You, having been the more positive person in the marriage, knew that it would just take time for her to find the right person. Sure enough, you were right.

Athena had found friendship with a hybrid Ender boy named Nathaniel. Although rather tall he was in fact timid. Athena waisted no time in telling you about her long adventures with Nathan by her side. Soon the name "Nathan" and “Nate” had become a house hold name for your family.

Of course you had met Nathan occasionally. Having seen him when you would walk with Athena to the nearby village. He was a kind and loving boy towards you, and all those he encountered. When he started bringing Athena flowers, you had more then a well known hunch of where it would lead to. As always, you were indeed right again.

One morning Athena was a bit restless in her seat at breakfast. While you fed your young toddler, you couldn't help but wonder if she was ok. You were the type of mom to let your children come to you with their issues on their own terms. Figuring to wait until they were comfortable with bringing things up, then being pushed to tell you. It worked with your sixteen year old daughter and your twelve year old son. So you planned to roll with that for your soon two year old son as well.

Soon enough she did budge. "Mom?" She asked softly. You turned to her, showing she had your full attention. She cleared her throat and poked at her egg a bit. "I invited Nathan over for today... I hope that's ok..." she asked a bit shy. Something was up, but you weren't about to pry.

"Of course that's ok Thena, he’s your friend" you smiled softly to her wanting her to feel at ease. Her brother narrowed his eyes a bit. You watched your son from the corner of your eye. He knew something. Your middle child took after Techno expression wise. The look he was currently giving his sister, was the same look Techno gave you when he knew you weren't telling the full story. With your youngest in front of you asking for more food, you slowly moved your attention away from the eldest children.

"Will dad be coming home today?" Your son asked curiously. You herd the bemusement lace his tone. You hummed and put a spoonful of oatmeal into the toddlers mouth.

"I believe so. Phil and Your Father said they wouldn't be long with the Mansion run" you said looking over to him. With your youngest now almost two Techno started up his usual runs again. When you had a baby in the house he was always hesitant to leave for too long. Of course you always told him you would be fine. Thankfully your children were well behaved and easy to keep track of- that is unless your oldest son felt the urge to annoy his sister of course.

It was about a little after noon before Techno and Phil had returned home. Your toddler was the first to see them from the window of course. Calling out "daddy" and insisting that you all go out to meet him. With no hesitation you scooped up your baby and wondered out with your kids. Athena was smiling brightly. But you could also tell she was on edge.

When Techno rode up to the house your toddler was thrashing for him. Only easing up when he was handed to Techno. Your husband had the largest smile as he took his son in his hands. Asking if he was missed. You gave Phil a warm welcoming smile. Hugging him when he dismounted from his horse.

While you stood by Phil talking about the trip, your youngest children were hugging there father when he came down. Happy to have him home once again.

Athena, although overjoyed that her dad was home. Found her attention drawn to the young Ender boy approaching from the tree line. The two hugged happily when he met up with her.

Techno had traded your toddler to Phil. Making room within his arms for you. With your body pressed up to his, you turned your head to give him a warm welcoming kiss. But instead paused to see Nathan and your daughter hugging. Techno, expecting a nice kiss started to pout. But he soon stopped when he saw a unfamiliar boy with his little girl.

You had previously met Nathaniel, however, Techno has not. He’s only herd about this boy. So he was a bit skeptical.

Athena didn't hesitate to bring Nathan over to your little family. With Techno and Phil in full armor, you felt a bit bad that shy Nathan had to meet them this way. Your sons stood with Phil, your youngest within his arms. You stood in front of Techno, your husband towering over you with only his hand on your shoulder.

"Who is this?" Techno asked, his eyebrow slightly raised in question. Athena smiled hesitantly. Nathan quietly looking Techno over.

"Dad... This is Nathaniel... That boy I always talk about" you smiled warmly at the boy. Saying it was nice to see him again. He gave you a shy, but warm smile in return. Techno's eyes lingered over Nathaniel. Almost summing him up. "Nate.. this is my Dad and Uncle..." she said pointing. Nathan stepped away from Athena's side. Slowly stepping up to you and Techno. With a hesitant arm he held his hand out to Techno for a handshake. When Techno shook Nathan's hand, the size difference was easy to spot. Where Techno had strong calloused hands, Nathans were limber, long, and soft. Easily one of his Enderman traits he possessed.

Techno didn't make direct eye contact. Having remembered when Ranboo stayed with you two years previously. Ranboo had off hand mentioned making eye contact was seen as a hostile move to Enderman.

"Its very nice to meet you finally, sir..." Nathan said rather quietly. Techno although on the fence. Didn't choose to try and be intimidating. Instead he kept his normal monotone voice.

"It's nice to meet you too"

Nathan ended up staying for dinner that night. Athena and Nathan mostly stuck together, but both were a bit nervous you could tell. But again you didn't push it.

After dinner Phil took the kids outside for a late night walk. Figuring he would leave you and Techno alone for a bit. Of course you weren't fully alone. Athena and Nathan stuck about. With the two sat together on the couch, Athena ended up falling asleep on Nathans shoulder.

Well you and Techno talked in the other room at the table, the last person you expected to see was Nathan. He quietly walked in and waited for you two to finish talking before he began. "I... I uhm, have something to ask you s-sir" Nathan began uncertain. You gave him a kind smile and motioned for him to sit.

When he sat he looked between you two. Mostly looking for reassurance from you so he could address Techno. Techno didn't push, he just calmly waited for the boy to speak. "A..Athena really cares about your opinion... And.. I... I know I want to do this right..." he was stumbling over his words. You could tell he was nervous. Quietly you just told him to take a deep breath. He nodded and did so. Waiting a moment before continuing. "W...with your permission as her Father... Could I please date your daughter?... S-she means the world to me... all I want is her happy..." Nathan was shying away from Techno. Almost expecting him to yell or something.

Techno watched a bit and thought on his words. Truthfully Techno was proud of this boy. Everyone was terrified to date his daughter, yet a shy Ender boy had purposefully stepped aside to ask him for permission. "I suppose I'll let you..." Techno said slowly. Nathaniel's shoulders visibly relaxed at Techno's words. Of course techno narrowed his eyes after, becoming serious "just know I was your age. If she ends up pregnant anytime soon, I'm coming for you" Techno meant it. Nathaniel went red and swallowed thickly before slowly nodding.

"Y-yes sir...."

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junicai · 3 years

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Relationship with SuperM

➣ BAEKHYUN ☾ baekaria

before being thrown into a supergroup together, aria and baekhyun hadn’t really spoken

they’d seen each other around the building, and aria was an avid supporter of exo so of course she knew who he was but she wasn’t expecting him to know who she was

so when aria walked into the practice room and was greeted by baekhyun waving her over and calling her name

sue her if she was a little stunned

their relationship was a little stilted at the beginning

between the age gap, and baekhyun not having a girl member in a group before, it took a few weeks for the two of them to figure out their dynamic and where they fit around each other

eventually though

they settled into a pretty comfortable situation

baekhyun tries to put her at ease as much as possible

there is 8 years in the difference, but you’d swear that its less than half

although he’s playful and generous with the teasing like he is to other members

he’s careful to avoid certain topics when it comes to aria, just out of respect for her and not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable

this came to fruition after kai unknowingly made a small comment on how aria “must have been hungry”, considering how fast she was eating

baekhyun knew he didn’t mean anything by it, but he watched aria slowly put down her chopsticks and reach for the bottle of water beside her instead

he didn’t see her eat for the rest of the evening

did kai get in trouble? no but he did get hit lightly over the head

when aria does something cool - like a spin or a trick - baekhyun is the first to say “that’s my child. i raised her, look how well i taught her”

ten: “heY-”

tldr: although they’re not the closest, aria’s slowly grown more comfortable around him, and he’s looking out for her all the time

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

200829 Knowing Brothers: when baekhyun brought up the members of superm all showering together to get closer quickly, heechul quickly pounced on aria - the girl slowly moving to put her head in her hands.

“and where was aria during all of this? don’t tell me you brought her to?”

baekhyun: “well of course we did-”

aria: “NO I STAYED OUTSIDE HE’S A LIAR DON’T LISTEN TO HIM!”

*cue baekhyun laughing his ass off*

➣ TAEMIN ☾ arimin

aria thought she was going to die

there was absolutely no plausible reason that she should be in a group with The Taemin

he was highkey the reason why she had even accepted her position in sm at the very beginning of her training

this man convinced a fifteen year old to give up the sport she’d been doing her entire life

his impact (*¯ ³¯*)♡

please stand by while aria tosses herself off a bridge

she was So Formal at the beginning

he honestly was the member she took the longest time to warm up to - because she had idolized him for so long

will still refer to him as taemin-ssi occasionally, but now its less a formality and more of a tease

this boy was shook when he found out how young aria was - mark and lucas he can deal with because at least they’re 1999, but aria....

“2000??? 2000?”

he said :O

despite their rocky start, they’re quite comfortable around each other, especially after spending a few nights rooming together over the tour

does aria still look for his validation in a lot of her work? yes, but she’s more open about asking for it now then she would have been

taemin definitely doesn’t have a favourite kid and it’s definitely not aria no why would you think that

aria really out here collecting parents like pokémon

gotta catch em all~

he looks out for her a lot during their schedules, mainly because he knows what its like to be the youngest in a group and how it can feel a little like you don’t really have a place there

so he always makes sure to include her where possible

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

sitting in a circle in a waiting room while mark toy-ed around with the guitar in his lap, aria sat curled in the corner, humming lightly to herself as taemin sang softly along with mark playing “view”.

quietly, she began to sing soft backing harmonies along with taemin, her eyes still attached to her phone in her hands.

when she felt the device being tugged out of her hands and her being pulled upright by another hand on her arm, she looked up to see taemin smiling brightly, still singing

cue the impromptu concert of a lifetime: with god tier vocals

➣ KAI ☾ kairia

so, they met

and kai just kinda went: mine.

and that was that really

its like a puppy refusing to give up its favourite chew toy

“nooo but its my turn to room with aria :(”

never really did the whole awkward, getting to know each other phase?

not that aria had any real say in it

but jongin point blank refused to engage in small talk with her

so they ended up spending their nights on the superm tour talking about stuff ranging from why the sky is blue to why aria stopped ice skating

she started crying and he did not handle it well, bless him

although he’s super chill and fun to be around

he’s also the only non-nct member that seriously scolds her

when he found her in a practice room lying on the ground (she was Resting, thank you very much) at three in the morning, he dragged her out without a word and brought her back to her dorms in silence

aria knew he was mad at her, but she thought it was because he had to borderline carry her four blocks down to the nct dorms

“no you idiot, im angry because you thought that instead of coming to one of us for help with the bits you’re struggling with, you figured hey. let’s pass out instead.”

he’s so affectionate with her

you know how lucas and kai have Intense Brothers Energy

well aria has that, little sister vibe that makes kai want to wrap her in a blanket and carry her everywhere

she’d hate that, if he tried that she’d scream (he did try that, this is coming from past experience)

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

kai chucking aria like a cannon ball into the pool during the filming of mtopia when she refused his hugs.

“oppa, oppa no im sorry ill give you all the hugs you want, oppa, JONGIN-OPPA NO NO NO NO -”

*sploosh*

➣ TAEYONG ☾ ariyong

taeyong took one look at aria the first time she showed up for group practice and immediately adopted her (not literally but he would if he could)

eomma meets highly protective brother meets life coach type beat?

so so soft for her its sickening

says he doesn’t have favourites and will then spend an hour cooking for aria because she’s been in the studio the whole day and he knows she hasn’t eaten yet

when aria was given a duet to do for the sm stages, she had to pick another member to do it with and her first choice was taeyong

she always has said that taeyong is one of the pillars keeping her upright and sane - without him she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to complete her training

because of all the schedules they share together, if aria isn’t rooming with mark then she’s definitely rooming with taeyong

whenever she does his makeup (more often than you’d think) she point blank refuses to cover his scar, even when he asks her to do so

“please? i don’t like it.” “*gasp* how dare you.”

sleepy aria! snuggling into taeyong’s shoulder when a schedule ran late!

he gets uncomfy when the stylists put her in too revealing clothes, and has spoken to them on numerous occasions about dressing her in age-appropriate attire, no matter how “sexy” the concept might be

he keeps little bags of sugar-dusted strawberry sweets in his bag incase she forgets to eat and feels faint after the last time (they used to be blueberry flavoured but he heard donghyuck throwing out any and all “blueberry-contaminated” food one evening)

taeyong doesn’t tolerate hate towards aria, especially in person, so he always makes sure to sit down the line from her so that he can see when people skip her intentionally

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

taeyong had just been awarded the single bedroom on the last night of the mtopia series, and was staring off into the corner looking rather uncomfortable. aria, who was meant to be rooming with baekhyun, looked over and saw his mouth curled downwards slightly.

“baekhyun-oppa, is it ok if i room with taeyongie-oppa tonight? i ran out of my tablets, and he has some in his bag..”

baekhyun looked down at her with a small smile and agreed, while the edited captions on the video appeared with the words, “a cute maknae asking to room with a younger member..”

➣ TEN ☾ tenaria

Whipped™

so so gone for her its upsetting actually

yangyang and aria share the position of his baby

except aria willingly accepts the title while yangyang would rather fling himself from a rooftop

ten’s instagram is half his cats, half miyazu aria

he posts her dancing practice on his story a lot, with a variety of captions ranging from “thats my baby ♡( ◡‿◡ )” to “yah that’s not right…(눈_눈)”

such an enabler for her bad ideas

aria wants to go shopping at 4am? ten agrees, now they’re sitting by han river eating ice cream

pls he’s gonna get her in so much trouble one day

when they walk together, ten likes to take her hand and put it in his pocket

its under the pretense of not wanting her to get lost

he just wants to hold her hand

yes he has lost her in a shopping mall, and NO it wasn’t his fault

ten always complains that they never have schedules together and he misses his baby

“we have superm-” “I NEVER SEE YOUUUU (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ”

if they’re in the same room ten is either watching her out of the corner of his eye, or is actually wrapped around her like a boa constrictor

hugs n kithes all around

only he is allowed make fun of her mistakes in dancing

anyone else gets deaded. he will fight for her honor how dare you insult his baby

sm give these ttwo a dancing duo video pls

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

the first and only time aria and ten had a duet was during their last concert on superm’s first world tour. during the second half of ten’s solo performance, aria emerged from the left side of the stage, coming to join him in the centre stage. no one had ever seen aria as serious as she was then, both herself and ten becoming completely different people in the moment. midway through, aria spun with her back to ten and leaped backwards into the air - eyes closed - completely trusting ten to be where she needed him to be to catch her.

➣ LUCAS ☾ arihei

besties

please they’re so cute together - tol child next to tini child she barely comes up to his chest :(

bear hugs

he just swamps her in his arms, and when he doesn’t feel like being bent over he picks her up

complains that she’s too heavy but then immediately after will throw her around like a softball

someone tell this man to be careful with her she’s not a barbie doll

singular braincell energy

don’t get it wrong, they’re both super smart

so it’s just - being smort together, but then nearly dying because neither of them remembered that you couldn’t eat raw cookie dough when there are eggs in it

she adores how he’s so confident in the things that he does - like convincing the entire nct fandom that he was fluent in english? king behaviour

so aria looks up to him (literally) but also because she wants to have that confidence some day

lucas says they’re not close and then aria pouts and he takes it all back

nczennies made a 14 minute compilation titled “lucas melting like a popsicle in australia for aria”

and literally what the title tells you, this man goes :(( when he sees her

lucas was actually the person to convince her to go ahead with the [redacted] proposal - and reminded her that it was too good an opportunity to pass up just because she felt like she was outgrowing the boys

he’s so proud of her

and she’s so proud of him

they’re so proud of each other and it makes nczennies want to cry because they never are seen together

sm stop separating the platonic soulmates first markhyuck and now arihei smh

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

during a photoshoot, aria was standing off to the side of the boys, dressed in white suit to contrast the boys’ black ones. the photographer was calling out to her to get her to move closer, but she couldn’t hear him from so far away, and so lucas (who was on the end) just walked over to her, gripped her by the biceps and lifted her vertically and to the left a little bit.

“luc-LUCAS?”

“you had to move :)”

➣ MARK ☾ mari

½ of the best friend crew

honestly at the beginning, mark and aria weren’t very close, having only really seen each other in passing or with johnny

but after being dropped into training together the two quickly became fast friends, and now they’re borderline inseparable

you thought you knew pain? watch aria’s reaction to mark’s graduation from dream :)

mark’s the reason why aria felt confident enough to pitch some of her lyric ideas to the team, after staying up until 4am to help her make some edits so she was as confident as possible

kinda just, rests his head on her shoulder? and wraps his arms around her waist when he’s tired

mari being confused in foreigner: ???

aria said once in a vlive that she finds mark really comforting to be around - when she feels stressed or worried about something she’ll go to mark’s room and just sit on his bed for a while

aria is so close with his parents - “ahh, how’s my favourite child” “i’m doing great mom.” “no not you, how’s aria?” “wh-hu-MOM?”

you’d swear sometimes mark is younger than her, considering the pout he puts on and how much he whines when they’re not on the same team together for promotions

mark big protecc boi but also little small cuddly boi

they’re so soft for each other ( ╥ω╥ )

in one of the fancams for mark’s solo stage during superm, someone zoomed into aria singing along with him in the wings and dancing to herself with the Proudest Smile™

he’s! so! proud! of! her! constantly! she could be walking and he’d be like “omg get it”

when aria refuses to get up and make herself food (this happens way too often, she just gets into the groove of her work and doesn’t want to move) mark gets her to by threatening to do it himself

consistently caught by czennies just standing behind her and holding her hand in crowded areas - airports, waiting rooms, etc.

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

mark and aria were standing off to one side as the mc explained the rules of the game they were about to be playing. mark looked totally confused, and elbowed aria in her side before looking down and mouthing “what?” to her. aria opened her mouth, before closing it and looking down at the ground, muttering to herself, “결합… 結合….. le chéile…. le… le.. oh oh - combined! we have to put them together, markie.”

and thus, a new confusion meme was born

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solesurvivorpaigeargot · 3 years

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I wanna hearing about Paige's family with #5.

Super detailed questions about your OCs

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

HOO BOI my friend, you have volunteered for an infodump. I’m putting in a read-more cut to prevent dash clogging.

Paige was the second-to-last child out of five, with three brothers and one sister.

Isabelle [Bella, Belle] -- the eldest, Paige’s sister and seven years older than her. Basically ended up as built-in babysitter/second mom. Paige calls her Izzy and is the only one who is allowed to call her that [anyone else will get whacked, including Bella’s husband]. Their relationship when Paige was a kiddo was pretty strained; Paige grew up running wild with her brothers whilst Isabelle, the eldest daughter of a very conservative and publicly religious family, was constantly being watched and judged on how responsible she was and how well she was growing into a ‘lady’ as she was expected to do. Meanwhile Paige, as the younger daughter and surrounded by boys, was excused for more wild behavior and often given a flavor of the ‘boys will be boys’ pass when she got into trouble until she hit puberty and suddenly got whacked in the face with more feminine expectations.

Somewhere in Paige’s early teens, she and Izzy had it out in an honest to goodness, full-on fight, wherein Izzy accused Paige of being a spoiled brat who was incapable of understanding just how hard it was to hold up under everyone’s expectations, and Paige threw it right back by calling those expectations petty bullshit and questioning why Izzy didn’t just toss it all out if she hated being a lady. The two grew apart after that, maintaining some sisterly affection but mostly not getting in each other’s way. Izzy taught Paige how to look after her hair when she started growing it out, taught her how to do make-up, gave her advice on clothes and shoes for interviews, that sort of thing.

They both ultimately stayed at arm’s length until Shaun was born, at which point Izzy had reached out to try and reconnect. She and her husband had been living in Pennsylvania when the bombs fell. Izzy’s family was well off enough that they might have gotten a spot in a vault, but Paige hadn’t been keeping up with them enough to know whether or not they’d registered...

Ethan -- eldest brother, five years older than Paige, she always looked up to him as her cool older brother. He and his friends had a garage band when he was a teen, but he gave it up when their parents put pressure on him to start figuring out something ‘real’ to do with his life. Music became a beloved hobby, noodling about on his guitar when he could get away with it, but never when their father was home, as he’d threatened to smash it on more than one occasion.

Like Isabelle, Ethan was often leaned upon to be more adult than he actually was, looking after his younger siblings but with a touch more wiggle room. Where Isabelle was very much considered the one with full parental authority, and thus expected to enforce the rules to their fullest extent, Ethan allowed Paige, Daniel, and Zach to get away with the occasional mischief with a wink and a smile that assured them he didn’t see anything.

Besides music, Ethan also had a gift of gab that made him excellent at talking himself and his siblings out of any trouble-- something he and Paige shared, and the two would get into deep arguments over tiny things as a kind of sport. At school a teacher encouraged him towards debate club and theater, and he participated in multiple school productions before, again, their parents reminded him that artistic careers were more fantasy than anything to build your life around. Instead, they pushed him towards law, which he fucking hated but attempted to make them happy.

He dropped out after his first year of college, arriving at home with black dyed hair, two tattoos and three piercings he hadn’t had when he left for school, giving their parents the finger, and all but disappearing when Paige was fourteen. Nineteen years old, he was technically an adult, his their parents couldn’t drag him back. Dad doesn’t talk about Ethan, and mom would cry when he was mentioned. Paige worried he died chasing a dream for the longest time, until she left for law school and started getting postcards-- turned out Ethan was still in contact with Izzy, and had embraced his musical career [and all the hardship that came with it] with everything he had.

Last Paige heard, Ethan had been somewhere on the western seaboard when the bombs fell. She finds it unlikely that he, or any descendants of him, survived... though, if he went ghoul, she wouldn’t be surprised if he was still living the traveling musician life two centuries later.

Daniel [Danny] -- middle brother, two years older than Paige, and oldest of the trouble trio. Daniel, Paige, and Zach were always the three making messes together as young kids, running wild, exploring the backwoods on the family farm, finding fun and odd ways to get chores done, and generally being kids. Danny was the tough one out of the three of them; easily the biggest out of all of Paige’s siblings and the one who got in people’s faces if anyone was messing with anyone else in the family.

Danny and Paige frequently butted heads; they were both stubborn as hell and outspoken, and before Paige was expected to be more lady-like it very regularly came to blows. It’s thanks to Danny that Paige knew how to squirm out of most holds by the time she was an adult, even if the other person was larger than her, and exactly which soft spots to shove her elbows or heels into. This tendency towards brawling changed as they got older, however, as Danny realized that Paige was going to be a petite woman her entire life and went out of his way to teach her some honest-to-goodness self-defense tactics after hearing a few of his friends say a few... off color things about his sister.

Danny stayed in Minnesota to attend a trade school, finding work in the automation industry; installing and maintaining machines used for mass manufacture. He married almost immediately out of highschool, and the timing of his first kid suggests that his wife was pregnant before the wedding. Paige kept in contact with him, and Danny actually made the trip out to visit her when Shaun was born. While Paige suspects that he’s dead, unless of course he ended up ghoul, she has occasionally speculated that if Danny and his family survived the initial bombing? He had practical skills that might have seen him through long enough to have descendants that survived to the present day. Zachariah [Zach] -- the youngest, a year younger than Paige and her childhood partner in crime. Zach, like Paige, was kinda on the small side. Unlike Paige, Zach was also intensely shy in a family full of outspoken, opinionated, stubborn mules. It wasn’t that he didn’t have opinions, mind-- rather that he had a lot of trouble putting the words together to express them. Zach would often stick with Paige like her second shadow, because Paige was very good at picking up on what he meant to say to others and saying it for him, or re-iterating when he spoke too quietly and he got ignored.

That said, Zach was often the mastermind behind what he, Paige, and Danny got up to as little kids-- quiet, but quick witted, and a grade-A prankster.

As adolescents, Zach and Paige were occasionally confused for being twins despite there being a year difference between them. Their faces were strikingly similar, with Zach having deeply brown eyes rather than Paige’s hazel being the main difference. Sometimes their mischief would play into this, and Paige was allowed to get away with many things as a young teen simply by virtue of being mistaken for her brother.

When Ethan ran out on the family, Zach was probably the one most deeply effected by it, and Paige did everything she could to support him at the time. They both looked up to Ethan, but Zach even more so because he was also musically inclined and had been learning the drums from one of Ethan’s friends. Sometimes the band even let him do some kind of back-up percussion when they were practicing before their father shut it down, and it was during those practice sessions that Zach tended to really light up. When Ethan left? Zach fell deeply into depression for a long time, and Paige felt like it was her responsibility to hold him up lest she lose another brother.

Despite being the often-overlooked child in the family, Zach had damn near perfect grades... and yet, their parents appeared to lack specific expectation for him. Rather, the had a vague assurance that he’d simply do well at whatever he decided to do, and Zach confided in Paige that he had no idea what to do with his scholastic success-- that it didn’t feel real to him. That he wasn’t a person, but rather a mass of goo that could just be poured into whatever shape worked best for the people around him.

Paige still regrets not having any good advice for him. Last she heard, he’d gone to school to pursue an engineering degree, like their father; imitating a ready example. She suspects that he might have gone after something musical, if not for what happened with Ethan, and that his choice paralysis was a form of avoiding even thinking about that kind of rebellion. Like Danny, Zach’s schooling didn’t take him far from the family home, and he still lived in Minnesota at the time of the bombing. He was, at the time, unmarried. Given time to think further on it, Paige actually suspects that Zach might have been some form of closeted due to still being close to the family and their parents intense involvement with the church. Thinking about that always makes her wish she’d been there for him more, that she’d been smarter and figured out what he’d been dealing with and helped him handle it better.

Like everyone else, Paige is pretty sure Zach is dead... and he’s probably the one she’s mourns the most, because it feels like he never really got to live in the first place.

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cowandcalf · 4 years

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Writer’s Month 2020 - To Find A Way

Epilog Ohana

Chapters 1 -13

Chapter 14

Three months later

Danny peels an orange and watches with amusement and a warm fuzzy feeling in this stomach how Aunt Deb conquers the kitchen at the McGarrett's house.

"Danny, be so kind as to hand me the spatula over there?"

"Where have you learned to cook for a whole crew?" Danny reaches over to hand her the cookware. He darts a quick look out the window. The backyard is crowded with all their friends and family who gathered today to celebrate a special ceremony for little Kalea. He hauls himself up to sit on the countertop neatly nestled in the corner out of Aunt Deb's way but still in the middle of things. He eats the luscious orange with delight, licking the juice off his fingers.

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She lifts her head and stretches to her full height, wiping a hand at the white apron. She smiles wisely with so much love, it warms Danny from head to toe. "I've spent years in the show business. Do you have any idea how starved we were after a performance on stage?" Aunt Deb's laugh comes deep from within her gut. It's so strange and unexpected Danny freezes, intrigued by this dazzling personality in front of him. Steve has the most fascinating relatives.

"You performed? On stage?" Danny askes with wonder in his voice. "As in dancer? Singer?"

"A singer and the dancing just happened. Hell, yeah, those were the good ol' days. Crazy, sometimes no money in the pocket but, God, did we love it. We had fire in our hearts and were ready to conquer the world. We had so much fun!" Aunt Deb's voice was filled with a hint of wistfulness. "But family is the most important thing in the world. I came home after my sister-in-law died. I wanted to be there for Steve and Mary. But – " She nods firmly over where Danny hangs on her lips not to miss a single moment, "yes, I and my crew often ended up hungry in the bar's kitchen where we had our gig. The best parties were celebrated in various kitchens. We knew some of the owners. They enjoyed a private concert while I made a late-night dinner for the whole team. Those were great and fun times. We could eat and entertain like no one else." She tells in a sparkling, enticing way that charms Danny on the spot.

Danny forgets to eat his orange and kind of jerks from the spell he's under when Mary floats into the kitchen. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes shine like stars. She looks beautiful and motherhood suits her well. She spreads happiness into the air like a new brand of air freshener.

"Aunt Deb's stories as a singer captivates everyone, right Danny?" She pats Danny's knee and flashes him one of those famous McGarrett smiles before she walks up to her aunt to hug her around the waist. "Aunt Deb is the queen of homemade food. She's famous for her roast and for the best stuffed turkey at Thanksgiving." Mary steals a sweet potato slice freshly out of the oven. "Mmm, God, it's pure manna! Tastes good, Aunt Deb." Mary pants to cool the hot vegetable in her mouth.

Aunt Deb chides her about eating with her fingers and makes her take a plate. Mary kisses her cheek and comes closer to lean into Danny.

"Where's your baby girl, Mary?" Danny snatches a piece from her plate.

"Steve's carrying her around. She's hungry and whiny. I need to feed her." Mary pricks Danny's finger with the fork to make him back off. "Those are mine. Have some of your own. You haven't even finished your orange. I'm hungry. I need to produce milk."

Danny chuckles and shoves the slice of warm, spicy-sweet potato in his mouth. It mixes with the taste of orange. "Whoa, these are madly tasty. You have to teach me how to get it that delicious, Aunt Deb."

Aunt Deb smiles knowingly and hums a melody. She turns when Steve walks in.

Danny's eyes are glued to how Steve gently cradles the youngest offspring of the McGarrett family in his arms – baby Kalea. Danny can't get enough of the soft and tender expression on Steve's face whenever he carries his niece. He's the proudest uncle Danny has ever seen, overprotective over both, mother and child. Kalea is embedded in a warm-hearted, wonderful family of which Danny and Grace and even Rachel and Stan are now a part of it too. It's overwhelmingly wonderful.

"Hey, Danny, here you are. I've been looking for you everywhere." Steve steers right into the corner where Danny still sits on the kitchen counter.

"Did you miss me?" Danny asks and strokes with a finger featherlight over Kalea's tiny head, wrapped protectively in a tiny cotton cap. "The best stories you always get waiting for the food in the kitchen."

"Aunt Deb rocks," Steve answers with a laugh. "I still love to listen to all her stories." Steve rocks his niece gently. She complains about how she feels with a small voice and lets everyone know she's upset. "Is she okay, Mary? I couldn't calm her." Steve sounds worried. "Kawika said she's just hungry."

"Yes, my sweet girl needs her milk. Look she searches with her mouth to find the food station but your dry as a desert, dear brother. Come, let's go upstairs. I need somewhere to sit comfortably and away from loud voices. She gets startled easily. I need her to drink quietly and afterward, she'll sleep peacefully."

Danny watches how Steve's cheeks flush adorably when Mary tells him how useless he's to a hungry baby with no milk to provide. "Go upstairs, Steve. Help Mary to get comfortable with cushions. Take Grace's and Nahele's pillows too. She needs to be all propped up with all kinds of support to relax.

"Okay, come on Mary," Steve signals with his head to head upstairs. "You can sit on our bed. It's big and it's quiet. No one will disturb you. I'll carry her. Eat up." Steve rubs soothingly over Kalea's back. She whimpers and pumps with her small legs. She's getting agitated.

Mary shoves the plate with the rest of her veggies into Danny's hand. "Let's go, Punk. She's working herself up into a mood. She's hungry. I don't want her to start crying. She would be too upset to drink. Come on, Steve. Let's go." Mary almost rushes outside.

Steve kisses the baby's head. "Sit tight, Danno. I'll be back."

Danny watches Steve leave the kitchen. He forces himself to slowly finish the rest of Mary's vegetables. He saves the three last slices of orange for Steve. Aunt Deb sings a wonderful, slow tune, immersed in getting the main course ready for the crowd. Danny knows she gives him the space he needs. No talking. He blinks furiously to clear his vision. Danny smells the grilled meat while he chews almost meditatively on a potato slice to make his chest unclench. Kamekona is the proud barbecue chef of today's family celebration. The animated chatter and the occasional outburst of laughter filters through the back door. It's the happiness that constricts Danny's throat and makes his chest uncomfortably tight. He's glad Aunt Deb doesn't want to pick a conversation.

Danny waits for Steve at the bottom of the stairs. He balances the three orange pieces on his palm. Everyone is somewhere else. He's alone for precious five minutes. He debates in his head if he should sneak upstairs to call for Steve to tell him he's about to go looking for the kids. He knows it takes time to feed a baby. Grace had trouble to suck properly and she was a slow drinker. Rachel never minded. She loved those bonding times with Grace. They were precious. She wanted them to last. Danny envied her for those moments, those most intimate moments when a mother breastfed her baby. It hurt him that he would never know how this might feel. It must be incredible and soul-altering beautiful.

He lifts his head. Steve silently comes down the stairs. His eyes find Danny's and Danny feels how Steve sinks into him, touching him on the inside like he always does in the same insane way.

"Hey, babe," Danny gets greeted with a soft press of lips, "how's it going? Is she drinking?"

"Yes, they're fine. I made sure Mary feels comfortable. I haven't checked but the sucking sound told me she soon will fall asleep with her little belly full of milk." Steve's cheeks are still colored pink.

"You didn't stay?" Danny leans into Steve's touch and welcomes Steve's tender, consuming kisses.

"I – no, I don't know. It didn't seem appropriate."

"Appropriate? Why? It's a mother breastfeeding her baby. The most natural and most wonderful thing in the world." Danny pulls back a little and sees how Steve's face is flushed.

"It's my sister, Danny. It's – I don't know, kind of too intimate to sit and to watch the baby suckle at Mary's nipple. Kawika is allowed to see this, not me, not her brother. I – " Steve gazes sheepishly at Danny, holding his face between his large, rough hands. "Did you watch Rachel and Grace?" He asks a bit breathless.

Danny's face lit up in a warm smile. "Yes, I did. It was beautiful, full of love and peace. It hit me every time how powerful this simple act of deep love is. A mother nurtures her baby like women have done over centuries."

Steve's eyes take him in, wander over his face. "You're so special. Do you know this, Danny?"

Danny breathes in Steve's scent when Steve drags his lips along his cheek to get to his eyes, giving him butterfly-light kisses on his closed eyelids. Steve pulls him into a hug. "I kinda felt excluded, too." Danny adds, "and sometimes I was jealous of not having this deep bond with my daughter. As a man, you miss out on so much intimacy but I loved to sit there and be a part of something bigger."

Steve rests his chin on Danny's head. "Mary said it was okay if I wanted to stay. She's such a great mother. I'm so happy for her and Kawika. But still. I guess it was too much. I felt a bit overwhelmed, to be honest." Steve mumbles into Danny's hair.

"Eat a slice of orange. It helps to deal with the overload." Danny brings his hand up and Steve turns his head.

Danny sighs when Steve doesn't let go but signals him to bring his hand to his lips. He pulls his abs taut when Steve's lips graze over his palm to catch the orange pieces. He chews and swallows and smiles at him. Steve's tongue licks the juice from Danny's palm. "Steve, you gotta stop this – "

"Why? No one's here. Just us." Steve sucks Danny's digit into his mouth and runs his tongue alongside with a glint in his eyes.

"Hold this thought," Danny tries to free his captured finger. He feels the heat spread into his groin. Steve gets this heated look. He smiles lasciviously when he grabs Danny's wrist and holds it firmly. "Steve," Danny tries a stern tone and fails completely. "Give me back my finger. Don't be a dick. The backyard is full of guests. Aunt Deb is cooking in the kitchen." Danny hisses but laughs and maybe he also moans.

"Make me," Steve says with a smoky voice.

"Make you what?" Danny's hips push forward. Not good.

"Make me give you back your finger." Steve mumbles. His mouth sucks at Danny's finger, running his tongue like velvet over the finger buried in his mouth.

"Jesus, Steve! I can't sport a hard-on at a family gathering. Your father is outside. Maybe he's already looking for us." Danny grasps at straws. He laughs at Steve's expression and how that magical word sobers him up instantly. He gives Danny his finger back.

"That was a mean one," Steve says with a gruff voice.

Danny's amused and flattens Steve's already flat shirt with his other hand. "Don't challenge me, big guy," he grins. "Have you seen the kids recently?"

Steve wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. "Not since I've stepped into the kitchen with Kalea. I told Kamekona to keep an eye on them. I mean, Rachel and Stan are still outside. So are Kono, Chin, Kawika – everyone keeps an eye on Grace and Nahele and they're with Jeanne. They don't go far."

"Come, I need to wash my hands. I wanna know what they've been plotting. They've become so wild." Danny grabs at Steve's shirt and pulls him in for another kiss. "And then we spent some time with your father."

Danny calls out to the crowd gathered around the colorfully decorated tables. "Hey everyone, have someone spotted the kids and Jeanne? I haven't seen them in a while."

Kamekona points with the burger spatula in the direction where the beach is. "Don't worry, Danny, the keikis are with gramps at the beach."

"Gramps?" Steve snorts walking behind Danny.

"Your father, grandpa McGarrett, Steve," Kawika comes up to stand beside Steve. He throws an arm around his shoulder and heartedly pats his chest. He grins like a loon.

"You worry too much, Danny," Kono calls over where she's invested in a conversation with Rachel.

"I worry too much?" Danny mocks indignation. "They always turn up without their shirts or shorts. Wet and sandy, although they know they aren't allowed to be even near the ocean. And there are sharks out there!" Danny complains, pointing with his outstretched arm to the wild sea that sloshes against their doorstep.

"Danny, you're overdramatic. They're never alone near the water. They're not that silly to walk into the surf." Rachel answers with a soft voice and a laugh.

Danny's eyes are wide. Rachel sits relaxed in a comfortable chair with a pillow stuck behind her back. She has a flower tucked behind her ear and Stan watches her with a stupidly happy smile. Pregnancy suits her well. Grace is going to have a sibling soon. Danny inhales deeply. "You're not allowed to do that, Rachel. She's your daughter, too. You have to be on my side. "

"I'm on your side, Daniel and as I said, don't be so dramatic. John is with them. They're alright."

"There are no sharks out there, Danny. I'd feel them. Your keikis are safe." Mamo's soothing voice comes from the other side of the table.

"I don't even want to know how you would sense if there were sharks swimming around." Danny's brows are furrowed. He's not yet used to all the Hawaiian mambo jambo about 'the sea speaks to me' and 'the wind tells me when to hang my laundry to the west' and 'when it's the right time to plant the seeds because the earth is ready to embrace her children'. Steve has told him that once and he still can't wrap his mind around how someone could feel that.

"Wait until you see the surfboards I've made for Grace and Nahele," Kawika informs everyone.

Danny sputters and turns around. He points with a fierce finger at Kawika and jabs his left pec hard. "Don't. You. Talk. About. Freaking. Surfboards.!" Jab, jab, jab. "What is wrong with you?" Danny calls Rachel for help. "Rachel! Tell me you haven't agreed to that crazy plan?"

"Kono and Mamo are with them. Kawika surfs since he's a child. We're in Hawaii, Danny. Surfing is the way of life here." Rachel smiles gorgeously and leans back against her fluffy pillow.

"Who are you?" Danny stammers.

"Danno," Steve's beloved rumble makes Danny keep his balance. "No shark will eat one of our kids. They will see the dolphins, as I have promised. And we will start in the shallow water. Mamo knows the sea like no one else. Trust the locals. Grace and Nahele will be fine."

Danny kind of deflates and leans into the invisible support Steve provides. "Okay, okay. One step at the time."

Kawika has still his arm around Steve's shoulder. He looks like he's completely drunk on happiness. "How's Mary and my baby. They okay?"

Steve's moved easily these days. Danny gets all the mushy vibes Steve gives off. He tries to keep a solid frame but it suits him well to be all gooey on the inside while the outer shell is a rock-hard and muscled and fierce as always. "Yes, Mary's fine. Your little one drinks as if there's no tomorrow." He squeezes Kawika's hand. His gaze drifts off to the beach. "So, you're telling me my dad is at the beach with Grace and Nahele?"

"Oh look, here they come!" Danny shouts and waves back when Grace calls his name. "And here we go. What have I told you? No shirts, sandy and wet."

They walk closer. Nahele and Grace hold on to John's hands. He leads the kids up to where everyone waits. Grace bounces excitedly and Nahele giggles his sweet laugh with his head thrown back.

"What – " Danny can't hide his smile either. The kids are so loose and content, "what happened to your shirts?" Danny's hand makes a complicated move. He also stares at John McGarrett. His pants are rolled up to his knees and the rim of his pants is wet. They have been in the water. "Hey, John, thanks a lot for taking care of them."

"No worries, Danny, it's a joy to be with them. We had fun, right kids?"

"Yesss!" Nahele shouts and shoves the shells he has found at the beach into Danny's hands. "Keep them for me."

"Where's your shirt, young man?" Danny tries to give him a stern look. But God, he's so irresistible with his smile and he's Grace's best friend.

"I gave it to Grace."

"Why?

"She likes it. Jeanne needed a shirt too." Nahele sighs dramatically as if Danny asks to most boring questions. "I'm hungry." He whines.

"Go wash your hands, put on a new shirt. You know where they are. In your dresser, bottom drawer. And you too, Grace. You know, I could buy you a spiderman shirt any day if you wanted one." He has tried so many times but her answer stays the same.

"I like wearing Nahele's shirts. He doesn't mind." She peeps and pulls at her pigtails before she runs after Nahele.

"And why needs the dog to wear your shirt?" Danny calls after his daughter. He darts over to watch Jeanne panting with Grace's pink glitter shirt and the lettering 'be a princess'. Sometimes, Danny can't get rid of the feeling that this sweet dog grins at him.

"Jeanne likes pink!" Grace screams back. Nahele almost topples over when the fit of giggle tears through his sun-kissed body. Grace laughs along with him and together they bounce into the living room. Wild and carefree.

Danny shakes his head and smiles. Steve steps up behind him and pulls him close. Steve can't form words when too many emotions constrict his throat. "Let's eat. Come on, dad. You look hungry too. Thanks for hanging out with them."

"We had fun," John repeats before he awkwardly but affectionately pats Steve's shoulder to stroll off to sit beside his wife.

"Let's eat, folks!" Aunt Deb shouts and claps her hands to get everyone's attention. "Lunch is served!"

Steve sneaks stealthily out of bed not to wake Danny. Grace is with Rachel and Nahele sleeps at his sister's house. It's only Danny and him. Steve doesn't need much sleep. The nightmares aren't tearing that often through his mind anymore. He can rest while he sleeps but the uneasy feeling when he lies awake in bed stays. Healing can't be rushed he has learned the hard way. It's better to get up, drink some water, watch the ocean, and waits until his limbs get heavy again to crawl back under the cover to be with Danny for a few more hours.

The beaten, old chest of his grandfather is heavy. He pulls it carefully from under the bench where it's stashed close to the window. The lid opens soundlessly. He holds the simple wooden box for a moment before he flips the lid open. The dog tags with his name rest there in the same heap of a coiled up chain. Two small plates with his name stamped in lie on top, just the way he has left them the last time he held them. His grandfather's dog tags are in the second, identical wood box right there where he has put them.

Steve strokes the metal with his fingers before he takes it out to hold it, to run it through his fingers, to refresh the sense that ripples through him whenever his fingertips make contact with his past. He gets lost in thoughts. He still misses it, the team, the thrill, and the purpose. The drill, the way of life that leaves no gap to think about anything else but about the next step in the mission, the training. Being a SEAL will forever be carved in his bones no matter the damage it has brought being part of missions, doing the job of an elite soldier.

Plants and seedlings have been his lifeline back to life, have held him upright when he didn't know how to make it through the day, how to make a life out of the Navy. Until Danny came along to buy one of his plants. And he sold it to the guy he hasn't known back then but to whom his heart has answered without his consent. Everything has changed after that.

It's time to move on. Kamekona and Mary have taken over his flower shop. They have plans to develop a business but are serious about how they want to run it with economical sustainability. And Steve – Steve has finally accepted the Governor's offer to run a task force. He has needed time to think about it but he's ready now. The support group helps to understand his issues and to deal with them. That's the reason he took the dog tags from the wall to keep them safe, out of sight because he doesn't need to look at them to drag him through the day. He's ready for action and stress and pressure. He needs it like air to breathe.

He carefully and slowly puts the dog tags back into the wooden box. He closes the lid and hides the boxes where they belong. It's a ritual. It's important. Each movement is accurate, dedicated, and executed with humbleness.

Steve drinks the glass of water in complete silence and gazes out to the black mass of water. He doesn't make a sound. Kono and Chin will come by for breakfast. Danny got a bit antsy when Steve didn't come out with the truth about that meeting. He got suspicious but Steve made him shut up and made him moan instead. Thoroughly fucked and tired Danny was out cold without the change to pepper him with questions.

They are going to be a team and as a team, Steve wants to inform all of them at once. HPD won't be happy to lose three good cops in one day. Hawaii needs their best and Steve and his team will be the best. The smile that spreads his lips feels damn good.

Steve climbs back into bed and curls around Danny's warm body. He's excited and the well-known, much-missed vibration of strength makes it difficult the fall asleep. He's finally back. Steve kisses Danny's neck and buries his face in the soft curve of Danny's strong shoulders.

THE END

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~Something Sweet: Part Ten

~cloud 9~

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine ~ ten

pairing: minsung, han jisung/lee minho

warning: mild language

words: 3.9k

summary: Firsts dates always come with a bit of angst right?

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“JISUNG! OH MY GOD I PASSED!!!” Minho was currently screaming into his phone at the younger. Jisung smiled, getting to hear the excitement in the older's voice, even if he quite literally had no idea what he was referring to.

“I’m so happy for you Hyungie, but I literally have no idea what you're talking about.” Jisung could hear some stumbling from the older on the other end, wondering what on earth he must be doing. Jisung decided the older was probably doing a happy dance. Cute .

“... Hmm, I guess I never did tell you about it. I was probably trying to be mysterious again, ugh I’m a fool.” Minho's dramatic side wasn’t exactly rare but seeing this side of him come out and full of energy was like a blast of serotonin for Jisung’s day.

“If you're a fool I don't even want to know what I am.” Minho laughed and his voice felt warm and comforting in Jisung’s ear.

“Okay fine then, quick recap on my entire reason for dancing and the only goal I’ve ever had since I was like 12.”

“Hyunggg,'' feigning impatience, Jisung was practically bubbling with happiness, hearing the silliness of the older.

Minho wasn’t one to share much about himself. But the last few weeks had made him feel hopeful for his future, maybe just a bit. Jisung brought out creativity Minho didn’t know had been in him, and he found himself becoming more passionate during their dance practices, and in his downtime. He was always choreographing something mentally when he heard a new song on the radio, or when he was scrolling through his “Liked Songs” on the way home from work.

“Yes okay I'll get on with it. SO Yellow Wood Dance Academy. Known for their most prestigious courses and instructors. Literally, any dancer who is anyone has gone there at some point. I, Lee Minho, have been dreaming about going there for literal decades.” the sounds of one of his roommates returning sounds on the other side of the line and there’s a brief pause before Minho continues his dramatics,

“Okay not actually, BUT this year is terrifyingly one of my last chances to get in since I’ve graduated university already.” the end of his sentence trails off quietly, probably out of nervousness.

“So I sent in an audition tape this year like always. Always, as in I have been sending them for years and have been rejected every time, but It's fine I’m DEFINITELY not salty”

“No?”

“NO! BECAUSE I just passed the first stage of the audition! Now I just gotta fucking ace the second part and I can finally say I didn't waste the last ten years of my life on an occupation I have no guarantee in.” His enthusiasm was bright and excited, but even though the determined tone in his voice, Jisung could sense Minho's apprehensions and fears

“Its fine”

Jisung did his best to respond in the way Minho would have wanted, as in to NOT acknowledge the other’s fears, and instead attempt to be supportive, “Well....CONGRATULATIONS MINNIE HYUNGGGG.” Minho’s adorable laugh was enough to reaffirm Jisung. Damn he's so cute.

“Thank you Sungie. OKAY to my second matter of business”

“Second?”

“Yes listen up Han Jisung. A little birdie with a blatant unnecessary obsession with prada shoes, told me that you may have a free night tonight.” Minho’s depiction of Changbin was Jisung’s new

“And I was wondering if You would want to go out tonight, ya know finally have that date I promised”

“Yes I would love to… I’m just kinda worried I mean last time I left I got hounded by the press and Chan about smothered me when I got back”

“You see my sweet Sung. I have a plan that even single father bear Bang will approve of”

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Jisung is sitting anxiously in their car, fidgeting his fingers. Unsurprisingly Minho was right and Chan had nodded approvingly when Jisung asked if he could go out that night. Sure, it took a bit of support and reassurance from Changbin of all people, but Chan’s trust in Minho and Changbin’s opinion was apparently enough to have him convinced.

Changbin vouching for the Sweet Lotus’ security did more than raise their eyebrows but the dark rapper was usering Jisung quickly into the bathroom to do his makeup before either of his members could further their questioning glances. Changbin, although largely inexperienced, took it upon himself to make sure the youngest was looking his best for his ~date~ (yes. he said “date” with the obligated teasing tone of an older brother, every single time. Much to Jisung’s embarrassment).

Changbin managed to brush up Jisung’s makeup with something their stylists wouldn’t have cringed at, and Chan even forced his way into the room to help guide the youngest into an outfit he was satisfied with. Jisung was thankful to that since his indecisive ass would probably have been debating for hours over a pair of shoes.

The car pulled up to the back of the Sweet Lotus , and Jisung was led from the back entrance into a private room with the help of one of the uniformed staff. He was dressed up in a semi-formal fit, complete with his trusty black jeans and a button-up shirt he's pretty sure was actually Chan’s. With the addition of a small bouquet of flowers in hand, courtesy of an insisting Changbin, Jisung felt like he looked like the epitome of a boy on a nervous first date. He tried his best to appear casual and confident but even with his mask and sunglasses, he couldn't hide the red flush that overtook his face.

“This is you, sir. Please let us know when you are ready to be served.” The host gestured to a closed sliding door. The hallway he had been led too was lined with them, somewhat expected from a host club. The neon pink light of the club's main room shone from the other end of the hall from which he had entered. The familiar sweet scent of the place calmed any lingering nerves he may have had, or as much as they could be calmed at this point.

Minho hadn’t been waiting long when Jisung opened up the door of their reserved private room. Minho was fiddling with the silky fabric that was tied around his neck. Hyunjin had practically forced the older to wear it, and with Felix holding him down doing his hair, there wasn't much opportunity for him to object. It was practically torture having his roommates dust his cheeks with powder and forcefully play dress up with him, but a part of him knew their enthusiasm was only out of goodwill. If Felix’s ever dramatic fond clinging was enough to go by. He could never say no to those two, even if he would quite literally never admit it to another breathing soul.

As Jisung entered the room, Minho’s smile started growing.

“I don't know if I’ve ever said this before, but you clean up good”

“You haven't, but I thought that if you were gonna lie to my face you would have held off,” Jisung stated matter-a-factly but fully red in the face. Before Minho could object the younger was waving him off, offering up a small bouquet of dainty flowers. “These are for you by the way.”

“Oh? Who would've thought you would be such a gentleman.”

“I'm not, You can thank Changbin for the flowers as he practically forced me to take them. He’s the hopeless romantic not me... I mean I still wanted to bring them to you, and I thought that the little white flowers reminded me of you, but I didn't know what they were called so Changbin had to look it up and I guess he ordered them without me knowing an-”

“They’re lovely Jisung. You look lovely too~” The older man sent a wink his way. Jisung groaned loudly in embarrassment.

“It hasn't even been two minutes and I’m already flustered being here. Great…” The pout Jisung put on only made Minho’s smile grow. There's nothing quite like teasing Jisung one on one.

“You're cute when you're flustered I can't help it”

“Hmmm what is there to eat in this place” JIsung pulled up the menu to block the older’s prying eyes. Minho laughs

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It isn't long until the two settle back into their comfortable bubble, talking back and forth like they always do. They order food all recommended by Minho and share a glass or two of a sweet bubbly drink Jisung forgot the name of again.

“Looks like I was right again when I called you a rap star when we first met then huh?”

“I wasn't then! We barely had a thousand listeners-”

“So you admit you are one now!?”

“Hyungggg”

“Don't play humble with me Han Jisung, you guys are huge now. You blew up almost everywhere, there’s no way you guys will go anywhere but up!” Minho was bubbly and warm and it only flooded Jisung’s chest every time the older man complimented him.

“Thanks, hyungie, It's just so unbelievable. We have an interview coming up for an international magazine, that shall remain nameless . And I literally can’t believe it.” Jisung’s drink got swirled around in its glass a few more times, as he tried to distract himself from being overwhelmed.

“Well I can, I'll never NOT be a 3RACHA fan. It's ingrained in me now.” Minho placed his hand on the other's fidgeting fingers and Jisung matched the smile blossoming on Minho's face. Crescent eyes. Cute.

Minho felt the younger slip momentarily into worry and fear and decided he couldn’t let that happen. Pulling out his phone he scrolled until he found the video he was looking for.

“What is this hyung?”

“Just watch it Sungie, it's for you.” Jisung looked up confused but pressed play obediently.

Immediately the sounds of a song being recorded played through the room. Soon footsteps and shoe scuffs added another layer of depth to the video’s sounds. Minho let the boy across from him watch the video in peace, having memorized it per millisecond already.

Heavy breathing and the music ended signified the end of the dance practice. Jisung was surprisingly silent, still staring at the screen. Minho’s instinct was to clearly fill the growing silence.

“It’s still in the early stages of being choreographed but I’ve been working on it for a while, and I realized I never sent you a dance video before, and I just thought tonight would be best. I mean, first date, passed the first audition, dance video, it all kinda comes to-”

“Hyung how are you so beautiful.” Jiung had interrupted Minho’s rambling for once, and looking up Minho found two swirling galaxies staring back at him. Jisung’s eyes were sparkling with wonder and something Minho wasn’t quite ready to name. He was looking at him with unrestricted awe. And Minho was speechless, and suddenly emotional.

A part of Minho felt choked up looking back at Jisung, and it was a feeling he realized had always been there. The wave of emotion had always been inside of his chest, slowly building momentum every time Jisung would laugh at his joke or hold his hand. Apparently, all it took was the sweet boy to call Minho “beautiful” for the floodgates to open.

Currently fighting the sudden rush of emotion and the threat of his watering eyes Minho looked away. Thankfully Jisung had returned to earth momentarily to break their brief silence.

“Just wow Hyung, you're phenomenal in everything you do. That was amazing. Thank you so much for showing me. How are you real, sometimes I can hardly believe you're actually standing in front of me or that you're actually holding my hand.” “Jisung please, you don't have to say that.” Minho was already fighting the waterworks and now had to battle Jisung’s onslaught of praise. No one had ever held him or praised him like Jisung does before.

“But I mean it. Every word so much You’ll never know how much I mean it when I say you're breathtaking. You dance with such passion, a-and to a piece you've created!” Jisung’s smile was hurting his face but he couldn't help it. The song was even one that Jisung had impulsively sent the older in the early morning. Minho danced to the song like it was meant for him. And Jisung was so infatuated with the other that he's pretty sure that every song in the whole world was meant for Minho to dance to.

“Hyung you have to perform that for your next audition. I may know literally zero details or requirements for your academy audition but Min, if you do something you choreograph like that, there is literally no way you won't get in.”

Minho knew Jisung’s words and promises were dangerous, but for once a part of him felt hopeful. Jisung’s enthusiasm was something he didn't realize he had been missing. Someone on his side, cheering him on, believing in him, that wasn't something Minho had the luxury of having. It's the risk of never opening yourself up, Minho has always done it to stay safe, but allowing the younger in has given Minho more life than he ever thought he could gain.

Minho never was one for words, he’ll leave that to Jisung, but his smile and the reach for the other’s hand are enough to say “thanks”, then Minho would ever be able to say. Minho was going to pursue his dreams and do it with Jisung’s hand in his.

Knock Knock.

The gentle knock at the door interrupted the two’s soft hand-holding session. The door opened to reveal their server for the night with a bottle and two glasses in hand.

“Sorry to interrupt gentlemen, the owner wanted to send her appreciation with a gift.”

The handsome host motioned to a bottle of expensive-looking champagne that had Minho rolling his eyes at his noona’s shenanigans. Jisung couldn’t help but laugh and nodded to accept the gift.

Before the server left he spoke up, “The Owner also wants to send her blessing for you both.” Even he sounded reluctant to relay the message, discreetly rolling his eyes to himself.

Minho joined him, “Be sure to let her know we appreciate her sentiment. I hope she's paying you extra for this though Mingi-ssi.” Their server, Mingi apparently, blushes slightly but smiles at the older host’s requests.

“Wait so you know him too?”

“He started right when I was wrapping up my shifts here, but I remember him being a young tall guy. I'm sure Momo-noona recruited him off of that alone.” picking up his glass he offered the other to Jisung.

“Noona does have a tendency to meddle with her employees' personal lives, so we all kinda relate. She means well though, plus she likes gifting free bottles of champagne so I can't complain.”

Jisung giggles. He can definitely see what Minho means, especially after she had personally pulled him aside that one night. Jisung tries to brush it off as not being that serious but he still has her warning properly burned in his brain.

“To having my Momo-noona’s blessing to drink with the world’s newest star boy.” Jisung blushed at the nickname because of course he did, and raised his glass to meet the older’s.

“And here's to the sweetest thing on the menu, Lee Minho.”

Clink.

“Han that was so cheesy, I have to call you out.”

“I’m trying my best here babe.”

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Jisung returned from the Sweet Lotus a smile plastered across his face. Unsurprisingly Chan had been texting him to make sure he had gotten to and from the Sweet Lotus alright. Knowing Chan’s tendency to worry over him, Jisung was almost expecting to find his older brother waiting for him in their living room when he got home.

“Hey Ji, how was your night?” Chan was doing his best to be casual and cover up his apprehension for the younger, but he wasn't doing a very good job at it. Jisung gently sighed at the older’s insistence but responded innocently.

“It was really nice hyung! Got to eat and talk to Minho in person for a whole night. What more could I ask for.” Jisung was enjoying his time on Cloud 9 for as long as he could.

“That’s g-great Ji, I uh am really glad.” Chan’s protective nature was on full display at this point and Jisung was starting to get anxious just listening to his hyung pretending to be casual about it.

“D-did you have any trouble? Do you think anyone saw you?”

Jisung pulled a heavy eye roll this time, his smile from earlier starting to pull down from his mouth. “No Hyung. I told you I would let you know if anything happened and it was all fine. No one saw me but our server and Minho. It was a really nice night, can I please enjoy it.”

Chan frowned slightly having been caught in his prodding, “I know, I’m sorry Ji. We’re really glad you finally got to have a nice night out and I know Minho would never do anything to threaten your safety. There are just a lot more dangers out there than heartbreak now. And we just want to prote-”

“Why can't you JUST trust me.”

“What do you mean? Of course we trust you.” The confused look on Chan’s face didn't keep Jisung from continuing with the full force of his emotions.

“You keep talking to me like a fragile teenager! I’m not Hyung, I'm an adult now. I learned my lesson about going out when there's press outside, so why can't you trust me to just be smart?”

“We know you aren’t! We trust you, we just want to protect you. The media can be insane and I know you aren’t the biggest fan of that attention. There is only so much the company can do if they run with a story about any of us. You know they aren't especially gentle with dating rumors. And definitely not same-sex couples, they would be relentless-”

“PLease stop Hyung. Okay, I get it. I’ve thought about all of this before, do you really think I don't know that! I will be safe okay. Just freaking trust me for ONCE.”

Jisung was tired of always being treated like 3RACHA’s stupid younger brother. Of course, he was thankful for all his hyungs had done for him, even Chan, but being TOLD constantly about how he should be careful and everything made him feel patronized at best.

“We trust you Ji… Just don't go out on your own without telling us, okay? I just don't want to see you get hurt.” It was more of an order than a suggestion and they both knew it.

“Fine, hyung.”

“I’m glad you had a nice date Ji.” Chan looked tired and sheepish at their argument, but he didn't regret it if it meant Jisung would be safer.

“Thanks hyung, goodnight.”

“Night.” Chan made his way up to his room, leaving Jisung to sulk on his own in the kitchen. Jisung was flooded with frustration, feeling like he couldn't enjoy anything without the consequences of being reminded that he wasn’t like every other “normal” twenty-year-old his age. What absolute bullshit .

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Despite his promise to Chan to not sneak, that's exactly what Jisung found himself doing throughout the week. Of course, he does his best to be discreet and careful. Average clothes? Check. Face mask and hat? Check. Turning off his phone location? Check.

At this point Jisung felt almost like an average rebellious teen, disobeying their parents, except of course, Jisung was merely down dressing to avoid the eyes of the media and the disappointment of his hyung. Still, the ability to blend in with the crowd on the bus to Minho’s house was enough for him to feel like he could go back to being faceless and catch his breath.

JJP ent. had just debuted a new girl band group that was gaining a lot of media attention, and luckily for Jisung and the company, the media’s searching eyes seemed to be lifted from 3RACHA for the moment. Jisung’s small quests to his unofficial boyfriend's apartment across town had only become more frequent, as Jisung felt the gazes on them lift.

“Jisungie!”

“Hey Lixie!” Felix opened the door for Jisung for probably the fourth time that week. Both of Minho’s roommates didn't seem to mind his presence in their space, and in fact, always seemed to have their spirits lifted if they happened to intercept him.

“I’m glad you made it safely Sung.” Minho always greeted him with a hug that felt the weight of the day’s stress was taken off his shoulders. Escaping to the small apartment had become Jisung’s therapy almost. Trading the cold expansive space of the loft for the warm homey gentleness of Minho’s arms around him was the healing he couldn't get anywhere else.

The general business of 3RACHA’s schedule allowed for Jisung to sneak around without his hyungs noticing. Well, accept for one night when Changbin was returning from the gym as Jisung slipped out of their loft door. Jisung tried his best to hide his guilt but Changbin simply gave him a raised eyebrow and a well wish to be safe.

Jisung pushed away at the guilt of having been caught, but Changbin let him go without any questions. The older had the philosophy that Han would have to learn on his own, and his judgment wouldn’t have any more authority than what Chan had already told him. Also, there was such a thing as a healthy amount of secrets. An amount of personal information they keep to themselves. It is rare for them but permits a level of freedom necessary for the trio to remain the hard-working coordinated group that they have been for years. They all had their own demons and Changbin wasn’t one to judge his younger friend's. He knew that at the end of the day anything that hurt Jisung would, in turn, hurt him and Chan, but they would never falter from giving Jisung the support he might need.

Jisung found his way into Minho’s arms more nights than not. Minho’s “I'll always protect you Jisung” was a lullaby that he drifted off to sleep to. As much as he wished he could take the older out in public without fear of repercussion, that wasn't a realistic possibility. Not with the budding musician's career. Minho knew that the press would be relentless and the damage on 3RACHA’s career would be unredeemable if it got out to the press and out of hand. The privilege to have Jisung spend his free time with him was enough. Ramen and movie nights that went into the late mornings, if their schedules allowed, left Minho feeling more refreshed and content with every passing sunrise.

Minho’s hopefulness in himself had only grown since he had met the younger. And as he worked meticulously to prepare for his second audition for his Dream academy, Jisung was always there with encouraging words and smiles that pushed him to not give up just yet. The sun would rise shining through the bedroom window bathing the room with warm clear light. Minho would wake up to a heart-shaped smile to match his heart's own contentedness, and for a moment Jisung made him feel invincible.

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kisses-holland · 5 years

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bruised (part two)

you can read part one here

summary: the holland family deals with the aftermath of the reader’s accident

pairing: brother!tom x reader

warnings: angst, blood, crying, kinda sad

word count: 2.6k

a/n: woohoo! it’s finally here! i’m sorry it took a while but i have been so busy with summer school and work. i just wanted to thank everyone who have read my works. i appreciate all your guys’ support and i’m so happy you guys are enjoying my writing. don’t forget to send requests or send me anything, i’m always here to talk. i hope you guys enjoy part two :)

paddy immediately jumped from his spot at the table and rushed over to you, the other holland boys and harrison doing the same.

“y/n? what happened to you?” paddy asked, wrapping his arms around you, the sight of you almost bringing him to tears.

you whimpered as his arm grazed subtly against the edge of your eyebrow.

“boys, sit back down at the table. y/n, go to bed hun. i’ll be there soon to check on you” nikki sent you away to your bedroom for a bit. she knew that after yesterday’s events, you needed the rest.

the boys immediately rushed into the living room, all sitting on the couches forgetting about their now cold breakfast.

“i’m gonna ask you guys this one more time. did any of you get a call from y/n last night?” nikki hissed quietly. she knew she shouldn’t be too harsh on her boys. but after this morning, can anyone blame her? behind on sleep, her daughter being assaulted by a bottle.

“we-we did get a call. harrison and i. but we-we didn’t know who it was mum, promise. it was private. i-i would’ve answered if i knew y/n was calling, you know that.” tom stuttered out, shocked at what he just witnessed.

nikki may have believed him when tom states he would’ve answered your call. but in toms mind, he knew he wouldn’t have. his pettiness would’ve taken control. tom was so thankful that the call was unknown. because god forbid, if his sister called and he didn’t answer and she came home the next day looking like that, he wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself.

“do any of you boys know where y/n was last night?” she knew the answer to her question. it wasn’t unusual for y/n to tell her brothers where she was headed off to. nikki just wanted to see what her sons would say.

“she-she said something about staying at kaits house. that was it.” harry fiddled with his thumbs. he was aware he looked somewhat guilty. he knew he shouldn’t have said those harsh words to you, that he should’ve at least called you or texted you to make sure you were safe after not actually telling him what you were doing.

“she went to a party last night. someone threw a bottle at her.” nikki sighed, trying not to tear up at the thought of her daughter being in so much pain.

“does she know who?” harrison whispered, looking at nikki with guilt in his eyes.

nikki scoffed, “we’d be lucky if we knew who he was. we just have to wait and see if they turn up and apologize.” she stood up. “ill be upstairs if you need me, i’m gonna check on y/n.”

“fucking hell. once i get my hands on that kid who hurt her i will make sure they look worse than what y/n looks like right now.” tom muttered angrily, clenching his fists.

“calm down, mate. it probably wasn’t on purpose. accidents happen all the time, even y/n knows that.” harrison tried his best comforting his best friend.

“i should’ve asked her to stay. i was so mean to her. fuck.” sam held his head in his hands, trying to forget the look on his little sisters face after he had been so mean to her.

“what do we do now? we can’t just go up to her right now and apologize.” harry asked, unsure of what to do.

“why the hell not?” sam asked his twin.

“you guys are clueless. she’s gonna think that the only reason you guys are apologizing is because she’s hurt and you feel guilty about her being hurt. i wouldn’t forgive you if i was her.” paddy scoffed, and stomped up the stairs to check up on you, leaving the rest of the boys in shock.

back in your bedroom, you were completely passed out, not aware of anything that’s been said in the living room after you crashed into your bed.

nikki sat on the other side of you, brushing pieces of your hair off your face; being as gentle as possible.

interrupted by a subtle knock on your bedroom door, she immediately stopped what she was doing to see who was knocking. noticing it was her youngest child, she got up to give him some time with his sister.

observing his sisters face, he winced. you looked like you were in so much pain, and that put paddy in pain. he wanted so desperately to know who did this to you. he knew that when your family finds out, they won’t spare them.

deciding that waking you up right now is not the best option to find out who it was, he decided to look through your phone. the person would’ve sent an apology to you by now, right?

he quickly put in your password and scrolled through the hundreds of snapchat’s and texts you had gotten from your peers.

paddy didn’t know that you had woken up from your slumber. looking through your phone was an invasion of your privacy. but at this point, you didn’t care. you had nothing to hide. besides, it’s your brother. you trusted him with all your heart, and you really had no energy to stop him.

after ten minutes of paddy searching through your phone, you finally decided to “wake up”.

“hey.” you whispered. immediately, paddy’s eyes bulged out of his head and he put your phone back where it was.

“y/n, i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to. i-“ you cut paddy off by laughing. sitting up, you hugged him.

“it’s okay. i don’t have anything to hide.” you mumbled, putting your good side of your face against his shoulder. sighing, you mumbled, “i really needed this.”

“y/n, do you know what happened? who did it?” paddy asked, eyes full of concern.

“paddy, i don’t think you want to know who it is.” you fiddled with your thumbs, looking down.

“just tell me. i promise i won’t do anything without your permission. just tell us. we need to get this sorted out.” he pestered.

you knew exactly who it was. right before you went to bed, you got a text message from someone who was so special to you; your ex boyfriend, matt.

you and matt didn’t necessarily end in bad terms. he was moving away to canada for school because that’s where he wanted to live, and continue his education there. of course, you tried to stop him, tried to convince it wasn’t a good idea. you dated for 11 months, the day of him leaving would have been your one year. but after four months, he decided to move back to london. he tried talking to you, but you were over him. he hurt you when he left but you were over him. that leads to the situation you were in now. matt has picked up rugby while he was away in canada. he threw the bottle like he would a rugby ball. and that’s exactly how you ended up to where you are now; a black eye, stitches, and a broken skull. of course, it was an accident, but your brothers wouldn’t think so.

“it was matt.” you said as quickly and quietly as possible.

“sorry what was that?” paddy knew what you said, he just wanted to confirm and make sure the culprit was actually him.

“matt. my ex boyfriend matt.” you said, hoping that paddy would keep it a secret. deep down, you knew he was gonna tell your brothers as soon as he left your bedroom.

“are you serious?” paddy yelled, standing up.

“shh. be quiet. someone will hear you!” raising your voice, causing you to wince and hold the side of your head.

“hey, hey. calm down. are you alright? here.” paddy sat down and gave you a water bottle your mum must have left for you.

“i’m okay. just a headache, s’ all.” you reassured him and took a sip of the water.

“y/n. you should talk to tom.” paddy said, laying down next to you.

“you didn’t hear what he said to me, did you?” you asked, resting your head on paddy’s shoulder. even though you were older than him, he was still a giant compared to you.

“i may not have. but tom feels really bad, y/n/n. they all do; harrison, sam and harry. i don’t know what happened between you guys but i’ve never seen my siblings like this before and it scares me.” paddy confessed. your heart ached. your brothers have teased you and fought with you, and now all you were feeling is guilt. guilty because you never told anyone where you were going. guilty because you were mean to tom. guilty because everyone is worried about you.

“if he feels so bad then why doesn’t he come up here and tell me? why are you telling me this, shouldn’t he?” you say up, paddy immediately pulled you back down.

“hey, hey. i’ll talk to him for you, okay? just go to sleep.” deciding not to argue, you lied on paddy’s chest and tried to go to sleep.

“please don’t hurt matt. it was an accident.” you mumbled, sleep taking over you.

“i can’t promise anything.” he said as he played with your hair, watching you drift back to sleep.

You’ve been sleeping for almost an hour, curled up against Paddy, his arm around your back and your head on his chest. Paddy tried his best to fall asleep with you, but couldn't comprehend what happened to you. More importantly, he wanted to so badly beat up your ex boyfriend for hurting you.

Paddy was interrupted from his thoughts with a subtle knock at your door. In walked Tom and Harrison.

“How is she?” Tom whispered, avoiding to look at you, not because your face looked horrible, but because he feels it’s his fault that happened to you. if he had just stopped you from leaving, this wouldn’t have happened.

“She’s in pain, and she’s tired.” Paddy whispered, playing with a few strands of your hair. “I know who did it.” He said suddenly, knowing Tom would kick his ass.

“What?” Both Tom and Harrison perked up, wanting so desperately to know who hurt her.

“I know who hurt her. It was Matt, her ex boyfriend. The one who moved to Canada.” Paddy was fully aware of what was gonna happen to Matt, but just like everyone else in his family, he wanted to hurt Matt because he knows what he did was NOT okay, even if it was an accident.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Tom growled, leaving your room to get his car key, but Harrison had stopped him.

“What are you doing? You haven’t even apologized to Y/N and you’re going to beat her ex boyfriend up? Do you think she’ll forgive you if you did that? You know her, she’ll be so hurt if she woke up to finding out you beat her ex boyfriend up.” Harrison whispered. He did have a point, but did that change anything for Tom? No.

“May I remind you that you haven’t apologized to her either? none of us have, Paddy’s the only one she’ll talk to besides mum and dad.” Tom sighed. Why had he been so mean to his sister. All she really wanted to do was hang out with her.

“Well then what do we do?” Haz asked, with a defeated expression. Of course the guilt was eating him alive too. He was your best friend, and now he doesn’t know if he can even call himself that anymore; not since what he said to you.

“Since i’m the only smart one here, how about Tom stays here with Y/N for a bit and the rest of us can just leave this for now? Maybe wait until Y/N wakes up and see what she wants to do?” Paddy suggested. Seeing the boys nod, he carefully got up from his position and Tom took over, gently laying down beside you and putting your head on his chest.

the rest of the boys had left, leaving your sleeping figure and tom’s guilty figure in your bedroom. all he could think about was the boy who hurt you.

tom stayed with you until you stirred awake.

“tommy?” you mumbled, opening your one eye and trying to adjust to the light.

“hey. i got you, shh.” he was relieved by the sound of his nickname, hoping you weren’t mad at him anymore. “are you hungry?” he asked softly, gently tucking your hair away from your face.

“a little, yeah.” you mumbled, pulling away from him and looking down, sitting cross legged. you looked up at him, tears in your eye. “do you hate me?” you whispered, scared that your older brother was still mad over what had occurred almost 24 hours ago.

a wave of guilt rushed over tom and he immediately pulled you into his embrace again, “of course not, love. never. i’m so sorry, y/n. i’m sorry about the fight, and harrison, and then your eye. oh god. i’m so sorry. you don’t deserve any of this and i definitely don’t deserve your forgiveness. i wish i could turn back time and stopped you from leaving. you wouldn’t be so hurt right now, it’s all my fault.” he said, shedding a few tears in the process as well.

“none of this is your fault, okay? stop blaming yourself. you weren’t the one who threw the bottle at me. so stop, okay? i’m okay, and i forgive you. i’ll be fine, tommy.” you cried into his chest. did you think it was too soon for you to forgive him? yes. but you were so tired of all the drama, and the one thing you need most is comfort from all of your brothers. “i’m sorry for being a selfish brat. i’m sorry for fighting with you in front of harrison. i didn’t mean any of it, i promise.”

“how can you forgive me? you and me both know that this wouldn’t have hap-“

“there were so many factors that could have prevented me from getting hit, tommy. what if i never got onto hannah’s back? what if i didn’t drink as much? what if my head was on hannah’s right side instead of her left? what if, what if, what if. it’s not your fault, i promise. i’m not mad.” you sniffled, hugging him as tight as ever.

“but you drank. and you never drink. and that’s my fault.” he mumbled.

“it could also be harrison’s, and sam’s, and harry’s fault. but i’m fine, and that’s all that matters.” you said, whipping your eye and getting up to get some dinner (with toms help of course).

“and what would you like for dinner, love?” he asked, guiding you down to the kitchen.

“anything, as long as you pay.” you chuckled.

tom laughed intertwining his and your hands and swinging them back and fourth, like you used to when you were little.

the doorbell rang and he asked you to stay out so he could help you get comfortable on your couch in the living room so he could get the door.

but his smile soon faded, when he saw who was waiting on your front porch.

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goodwriterwithbadhabits · 5 years

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Bass Line

Master List

"Heres a concept, we do the damn show and then I go back to the hotel and sleep for 15 hours." You offered your bandmates, shrugging your leather jacket on. The stylist came over to you, readjusting the bandana in your hair as the makeup guy touched up your nose.

"You are so lame." Miria, the drummer, groaned. "Just come out with us tonight."

"Please? I keep telling Wonpil you'll meet his band." Sana, your rhythm guitarist begged. "They're such big fans of us and I'm pretty sure Jae is dying to meet you." You huffed, rolling your eyes as the three of you, and your keyboardist, Asher, followed your manager towards the stage.

"Maybe I don't care if they want to meet me. I don't want to go out right now." You decided. "So stop trying to make me. Please." You glanced at the other members while looping you bass across your body. The other members of your band shared a glance. The four of you were known as Thorn and Hammer, a more punk rock band consisting of 4 members; you, the bassist, Sana Min, Miria DiAngelo, and Asher James as the youngest in the group, and essentially all of your’s little brother.

Tonight you were performing in a small club in Gangnam South Korea, where Sana was from. You guys hadn't always been popular enough to travel like this, but last year when word got out that Sana was dating a member of some semi-popular Korean boyband, your fanbase essentially exploded, and your Roses grew from a couple hundred, to close to a million.

As per usual, you abandoned your jacket halfway through the set, earning the loud cheers you so adored. Looking out at the crowd, you could see Wonpil waving a banner that said "I'm so proud of Sana" (a fan adopted mantra ever since she explained that her parents didn't support her choice to sing.) You grinned at him, pointing him put to Sana when she danced by you.

When your solo came up, you got close to the mic, shutting your eyes and letting the meaning of the lyrics wash over you. A loud whistle caught your attention, seeing as most of the crowd as gone quiet to hear the rasping emotion in the song. Your eyes snapped open, landing on Wonpil who was staring at his friend who was hiding behind his hands and probably blushing. You smirked at the reaction as you delivered the last of your lines with a growl and the drums picked back up.

After the show, you were even less inclined to go out, wanting to just remove your mic pack and makeup and go back to the hotel, but fate had other plans. As you were lounging on the couch, now in a pair of leather pants and a plain black shirt, finally eating, there was a knock on the door. Sana rushed to open it and you didn't have to look up to know it was at least Wonpil.

"You did amazing baby!" He cheered. Your eyes stayed on your food, not really wanting any more social interaction for the night. You were about drooling when you remembered the bottle of sour watermelon vodka waiting for you in your room.

"Boys this is Asher, Miria, and our leader, Y/n." You gave a little wave, glancing up to see the other 4 boys staring at your members with wide eyes. The two with red hair were staring at you specifically, and you sighed knowing there was no way in hell you were getting out of a conversation.

"Hello." You started, standing up to bow and shake their hands. "Thank you for supporting us. I hear that a few of you are Roses."

"All of us are actually." One said. "Sorry, I'm Sungjin, these are Jae, Young K, and Dowon, and I believe you already know Wonpil."

"Yeah, wassup man." You greeted him, initiating your secret handshake. It actually wasn't a total secret, it was the "Bandshake"

"When Wonpil told us he knew Sana we were excited and then he told us they were dating and we were really hoping to get a chance to meet you." Jae gushed excitedly.

"Well thank you."

"Hey, Y/n I thought you wanted to head back to the hotel. Danny says a car can't come to get us for a few more hours." Asher informed you.

"It's fine." You shrugged, picking up both your backpack and guitar bag. "Its what 5 blocks away? I can board over." You decided, grabbing Miria's skateboard. "Don't stay out too late. It was nice meeting you." You waved to Day6 before heading to the door.

"Nows your chance man." Someone whispered.

"Dude, shut up." Someone whispered back. You opened the door and stepping into the hall just as a voice called out, "Hey, wait." You paused, almost certain it was Young K calling your name, he was the one who had whistled earlier. You turned to face him, suspicions confirmed as he met up with you. "Can I walk you to the hotel? We're staying there too and I don't really wanna -"

"No problem." You interrupted with a shrug.

You walked quietly for the most part until he finally said,

"You know, growing up I never really knew many bass players. It's not in instrument many people learn. They prefer guitar for flexibility of the piano for that subtle "I'm smarter than you" aura." He explained. "Maybe that's what drew me to you, the fact you played bass and had the most amazing voice."

"If you're trying to say something, spit it out." You prompted when he trailed off.

"I've had a really bad crush on you for ages. Could I take you out to dinner sometime?" You smiled, looking over at him as he walked with his head cast down. "You don't have to, in fact, you could pretend I didn't say anything and I can just go hide in my hotel room until I decompose from embarrassment." You let out a laugh.

"Dinner sounds amazing. But how about you join me in my room for something a bit stronger so I can get to know you?" You offered.

"Sounds like fun."

The next morning you were woken up to Sana, your roommate, jumping on your bed.

"How do you have so much energy after spending the night with Wonpil?" You asked, tossing your pillow at her, knocking her to the floor.

"Are you kidding me?" She gasped. "This has nothing to do with Wonpil, and everything to do with you!" You peeked at her with one eye.

"What do you mean?"

"The photos from last night are everywhere! They're nicknaming you two "the bassline" It's so cute." You sat bolt upright, snatching your phone off the table to find all sorts of links. One, from Dispatch, had pictures you the two of you walking to the hotel and shots of you sitting on your balcony drinking. The last shot they had was of you both laughing really hard, his head thrown back and you partially leaning over his lap.

Your phone dinged again.

New message from Brian:

The bassline huh? I kinda like it.

To: Brian

Me too.

New Message from Brian:

Tonight at 6, meet me in the lobby for dinner.

To: Brian

See you then.

#young k #day6 young k #day6 younghyun #day6 brian #young k imagines #brian imagine #day6 imagine #day6 imagines #day6 scenarios

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a-writing-bear · 5 years

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[PruCan] Chapter 10: Soft-Spoken Calling, They Want Their Shyness Back

Ao3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11159997/chapters/48518471

This Has been cross-posted onto FF & Ao3 under Aliases: BearBooper

You can read this Fic on Tumblr under ‘Keep Reading’ - Ao3 version is formatted, tumblr version is not. Ao3 is recommended.

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Fandom: Hetalia Axis Powers

Main Pairing: Gilbert Beilschmidt & Matthew Williams (Prussia & Canada)

AU: College AU - Art Student Matthew and Media/Film Student Gilbert

Age Rating/Mature: Teen And Up Audiences (12+ due to mentions of mature themes as well as swearing)

Trigger Warnings: Recreational Drugs & minor connotations of anxiety (Future addiction to mention themes such as addiction, rape etc.) WITHIN THIS CHAPTER - Mentions of Anxiety, Therapy, Counseling, and anti-depressants. (please note I am NOT anti-meds.) Family Issues are implied, Distance and abandonment suggested.

“Well. Let’s chat then schatje.”

Matthew shivered, not from the cold but the recall of his appointment. Tim had always been there for him, and was sort of desensitized, if not amused by Matthew’s squabbling and frustrated ramblings.

“Is it green or-”

“Nah left the baggie at home.”

His cigarette hung limp in between his fingers, twirling as he watched the hooded man wave his arms- half exhausted and only vibrant due to his stress. The Dutchman had taken out a box of marls, mainly cus he knew any kush would be noticed immediately- the last thing the two of them needed was the waiter ratting them out and the police on both their asses- and offered the sickly stick to his friend. Matthew grimaced, yet his hands grasped for the box searching for one as if he was desperate. He barely smoked. He justified himself that it was a social occasion that called for one and he could just down a coffee and hope his brother wouldn’t smell the tobacco on his worn-out hoodie. A flick of light from Tim’s Zippo was quick to latch onto the piece and the two silently dragged.

“I just don’t understand what she wants from me. She’s a great therapist but…. I’ve done the work... I’ve done the talking. I don’t- she wants me to call my dad.” the words fell out bitterly and ended so sour and abrupt, even Tim himself knew that the mere mention of Matthew’s father must have meant something was drastically serious. Oliver was not exactly an understanding of man.

“She wants YOU...to talk to your dad?!” Matthew’s throat aches with a slight comfort, his gut relaxed knowing at least it was as incredulous as he thought it was. The Canadian had a shaky relationship with his father (who wouldn’t when your father was an inconsolable dickhead?) and had always been a troublesome mess.

“Alfred said he hasn’t even called him. He’s still pissed. And I don't think my mum needs to know that life is still as shit as ever over here.” They both tutted, Matthew had ditched his smoke, stomping it out prematurely as he went to lean his back on the dusty wall of the diner, huddling next to his childhood friend. Tim had been fidgeting trying to find a comfortable leaning position on the wall and the two slowed down, next to each other in contemplative silence. “Alfred talked with Doc and I’m just kinda not feeling all of it ya know?” his voice drowned in exhaustion.

“...need a hug?” Tim’s voice came out lowly and quiet as if a secret offer, he never really was an affectionate person physically, and hugs from him were reserved for his sibling, his mother and Matthew. Always Matthew.

“Is the cold-professional businessman Tim Lars Van-de-Berg offering me a hug? I’m honoured~” Matthew joked as he stared off into the distance, not noticing the slight tinge of red that graced his friend’s cheeks. Tim scoffed and pushed his shoulder almost flinging him off the support of the brick wall, but caught him with a strong and solid grasp, wrapping an arm around the shorter boy’s shoulder and pulling him in some clumsy semblance of a side hug. Matthew was pressed amongst the warmth of his large jacket and hummed thanking his friend for the attempt at comfort. Matthew blushed once he remembered the question and insinuations his doctor had provided earlier pertaining to Tim.

“Hah. Paisley asked if I had a crush on you. Probably the only laughable thing I heard from her all month.” Matthew was too wrapped up in his amusement to notice the stiffness and the heavier hand that held him, nor did he sense the intake of bated breath of the Dutchman who just ruffled Matt’s hair then moved away. Tim was a lone figure, Always has been and the very idea that he had a remote interest in people like Matt was already so impossible to Mattie’s fragile self-esteem.

“Why do I feel like your brother is unlawfully attempting to woo Laura as of right now?” The conversation was being diverted.

“Doubt it. Al’s preoccupied with his long-distance crush- besides Luca would have prevented any comments.” The two snorted before resigning to go back in and face their siblings; one was hesitant due to his unresolved anxiety while the other was hesitant due to the warmth he had by his side.

“You’re going to Lukas and Matthias’ thing tonight right? Could you drive me? I got another prescription and I’m not sure I want to drive home high or drugged...defo not both.” Tim was not surprised- but he was indeed concerned.

“Are you sure you want to come tonight? I can always tell Mathias you aren’t up-”

“I’m fine. I want to go- It’s not often Lukas and Matthias host, I’ve been meeting to pass Lukas something anyway. I...I need the cooldown ya know?” his voice had pitched higher with defensiveness practically dripping off the vowels. Tim just nodded, ditched and smothered his bud and motioned for the two to go back in- lest they keep his sister waiting. There was gonna be a party tonight- the party being a very broad way of describing it.

The Canadian liked to keep to himself, he may be often alone but it was very rare he was truly feeling lonely; however, there was a group of people he’d mingle with on the weekends. To call them small would be an understatement. There were tons of people who would flock to these quieter house parties but the characters were the types to rather smoke and drink quietly rather than knock the walls down with blaring tunes. He’d know the Norwegian and Danish pair since orientation week and while Matthias bright-eyed smile reminded too much of his brother’s puppy eyes, and Lukas was just as cold towards conversations as an icicle he had enjoyed the company when they were together; they’re bickering felt endearing.

“Laura and Luca are probably hungry, Let's not keep em waiting, schatje.” the dutchman watched as the boy faltered, threw down the finished cig and fiddled with his hoodie. The two of them huffed and Tim had grasped onto Matthew’s palms to pull him in slight haste to get into the diner. Just as they were illuminated by the neon sidelights Matthew had found himself bumping into the back of Tim as the Older boy suddenly came to a harsh stop-

“Gilbert. What are you doing here?” Matthew perked up at the mention of his new crush friend. What was gilbert doing here? Oh...the Diner- he must have meant this dinner earlier. Wow. How convenient. Gilbert’s pale face had frozen as if he was a deer caught in the headlights- wide-eyed and surprised even though he had chosen to sneak behind here.

“Oh, I was...I thought I saw you so I just- heh... Nothing.” Gilbert stood awkwardly, the tall dutchman had been looking down at him and he directed his gaze solely on Matthew. The German knew vague amounts of Tim- he’d seen him around campus at the student bazaars- the man was always somewhere bargaining like some stone-cold dealer. “Right well- would..is it rude if I join you guys as I’m kinda alone tonight?” eyebrows raised from the two as they looked at each other in consideration. Simultaneously they answered: Mattie with a quick yelp of yes, whereas Tim had mumbled something along the lines of “my siblings…?

Fuck Tim, he hated himself cus the moment he saw the endearing smile that graced Matthew’s lips as he started trudging back to the front of the diner, he broke and motioned for Gilbert to join their already crowded dinner plan.

The door had jingled and the 3 men stumbled in, Matthew first as he navigated his way through the considerably empty diner back to the bench where Alfred and the Van-de-bergs were parked. The Van de Berg family was a curious bunch; their parents were living in Amsterdam on a big ranch while the 2 younger siblings had moved out to stay with their extremely capable brother as he went to Uni. Laura, ever the beautiful young lady, had just finished her high schooling but was taking a gap year to take care of her younger brother- Matthew always noted how cheerful she seemed, despite her teasing brothers. The youngest of the 3, Luca, had been dressed in a smart-casual getup, a blue and white striped shirt and a tie that had one of the local private school emblems bedazzled on it; They were certain Luca was just as smart and resourceful as his older brother yet what he lacked in Tim’s brawns, he just evoked a certain sense of charisma and had enough extravagance to scholarship his way into a private academic high school on a full ride-it was the reason the siblings came to live with their older brother.

Laura was the first to give Gilbert a dazzling smile- one that seemed to show some familiarity-

“You two always seem to come back with someone new!” Her voice sounded more amused than bothered by the new company. “We might need a bigger table at this rate!” unlike her warmth, Alfred seemed more off-put at the fact his brotherly bonding had become more of an extended gathering- and Gilbert’s newfound presence was less than wanted.

“Since when do you come here, Gil? And what are you doing with my baby brother huh?”

Matthew merely snorted as he pushed his brother to scoot over, “Alfred you’re the younger one. By 10 seconds.”

“Excuse you! It was 7 seconds-” Tim had coughed awkwardly, now pushed against the side of his brother, Luca cramped between his older siblings but still distracted by something on his phone.

“I was just passing by and caught these two on the way in, awesome right?” Gilbert seemed unperturbed by Alfred’s subtle aggressiveness- he had known the American through some other dodgy gatherings in the past and it was strange to know that quiet Matthew is associated to the blond- let alone related to him. The 3 latecomers ordered quickly, while the others had already received their meals; A bright pink milkshake had already been pushed into Alfred’s vicinity and a large number of fries scattered the tray across the group’s table,

“Mattie bro what do you-”

“Vanilla.” Tim had thoughtlessly interrupted, moving restlessly to lean forward towards Matthew opposite him, and attempted to light a cigarette before being chastised by his sister who was already tutting him and muttered something about being a bad influence on Luca. Alfred was about to say something before Matthie politely smiled at his sibling with a reserved ‘he’s right though- I do want vanilla’ grin that seemed more patient than cooperative. Gilbert had settled for a soda and made idle conversation with Laura who somehow mentioned she had seen him before:

“I’m quite sure I’ve seen you at that cafe on Acre Street?”

“Ah that was a while back but yeah- awesome..” it was only when Matthew's arms had jutted into his side that he noticed Matthew struggling to pour his drink into another empty glass- a glass that had been carelessly pushed towards him by Tim, who was more engrossed in talking to the youngest of the table about his homework-

Gilbert was confused and interested in the lavender eyed boy’s calculating movement, “Are you sharing your drink?” Matthew hummed, and tilted his head in thought, still carefully measuring out the white goop as if they were hazardous chemicals.

“Yeah I can’t have a lot of sugar, Tim and I usually share,” Matthew replied as if it was nothing- perhaps this was what he always did? Gilbert watched as Matthew seemed to be entranced in stirring his newly divided drink more than actually sipping it.

“Mattie used to puke all over..” The other twin seemed to indulge in embarrassing Matthew, and Gilbert only stopped from changing conversation due to the beautiful blush that had graced the Canadian's face, too pretty to prevent. Tim, on the other hand, seemed to nod in tandem with Alfred’s loud stories, as if confirming every cringe moment they recalled. I wonder how long they’ve known each other...

“...and then we had gotten up this huge ass slope and BOOM Matthew just-”

“Al. It’s near 9 pm.” Alfred's excitement halted for a second, before breaking out into a wide grin, and before a flash of over-eagerness came out in front of the van-de-bergs and the Beilschmidt Alfred faked an awfully obvious fake cough, quickly getting up and scrambling out the booth- hand pattingMatthew’s hair (why did people always touch his hair??)-

“S H I T. The car...I can't go... unless you’re ready to go Matt?” He can hear the whining tone ready to come out in Alfred’s quick downturn, Matthew was about to get up before Laura offered to take Al home, “Luca needs to get to bed too, he’s got an exam tomorrow- we can drop Alfie off on the way, the campus is really close! Besides, I know Tim and Matthew have plans tonight.” Tim choked up, his turn to awkwardly cough at the unintended insinuation his sister had thrown out (he says unintended but her eyes glistened with mischief- fuck laura sometimes) Alfred had only looked puzzled whereas Gilbert's eyes were darting back and forth between Matt and Tim.

“Perfect dudes, Mattie please stay safe and Tim.. watch Beilschmidt too..” he squinted and Gil just huffed and stuck his tongue out in playful annoyance at the American. Matthew sunk further into the booth, trying to ignore his brother's weird attempts at being a caring brother.

“Tell Kiku I said hi then and don’t forget to call-”

“Yeah yeah call dad or he’ll kill us- I got it I’ll see you later bro!” one last brotherly pat and Alfred had hightailed it out, two-thirds of the van de berg siblings following him behind, thus leaving the unlikely trio alone. Gilbert couldn’t make sense of it, but it seemed as if Matthew and Tim were telepathically communicating as it had been 3 minutes since the others had left and yet no one spoke a word.

“Soo….uh- you two dating or-”

“Nope.” Matthew blurted out, “we aren’t dating. At all.” clearly a question they get asked often huh? Gilbert’s eyes wandered ad his hands cradled his very watery soda in distraction. Tim’s smoke had finished before a word was uttered. Matthew hoped inside that this was a chance to hint towards his very open singleness-

“Look, I’d like to uh..invite you to our thing later but it’s a closed event.” Tim had jutted forward and was staring Gilbert’s red jewel eyes directly. Had it not been for Matthew sitting next to him fiddling with his straw and humming to himself he would have asked Tim what his problem was. Totally Un-Awesome.

“Rigggght. No, totally get it- I’ve got work anyway tomorrow.” He paused before turning to Matthew. “Just make sure we get time to work on our project alright? I think I should go home too.” Gilbert sighed, feeling a little left out but understood that perhaps he was overstepping into Matthew’s life too much- they barely knew each other. Gilbert got up and stalked out of the dingy diner and towards his bike(God, its perfect time for a drive right now)

He left. Left without noticing Matthew’s soft smile melt into a bothered frown as the hoodied boy watched him leave as if someone had kicked him the gut.

“You didn’t have to sound so harsh.”

“Well, you know we can’t just bring an outsider.”

“I know but- ...Gil is alright. He’s nice.”

“You think everyone is nice Matthew.”

Another cigarette was lit as Matthew watched those silver strands of hair disappear disappointingly on what looked to be a motorbike through the window. It doesn’t hurt to be nice all the time, Matthew thought to himself, his milkshake unpleasantly lukewarm in his grip.

#prucan #HWS Canada #HWS Prussia #SoftSpokenCalling #prussia x canada #hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #Hetalia Fanfiction #hetalia fandom #hetalia fanfics #fanfiction #Multichapter #APH Canada #APH Prussia

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luckycheesefoodie321 · 5 years

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I have no recollection of this existing but here it is...straight from the cave that is my drafts...a review on You’re All Surrounded...

YALL...I GOT SOME SH*T TO SAY ABOUT THAT ENDING!!! AND THE SHOW OVERALL SO SPOILERS AND LONG POST

Ok first of all:

This DORKUS MCBEAN MR LEGENDARY DETECTIVE IDIOT BOX...came to the final fight with a FRIGGEN BB GUN AND A STRAW HAT!!!! Why were you in a straw hat Seo Pan Seok??? And a friggen B.B. gun??? The boi bursts in with his gotdang BB gun to a situation where the main baddie has his gun pointed right at Dae Gu’s head with Dae Gu yelling at main baddie to shoot bc he’s already live-streamed everything and main baddie was gonna go to jail anyway...but when asked about how and when he got there, this idiot box just makes a weird noncommittal “I dunno” sorta grunt and shrugs??? Dammit I love him but this idiot. Glad he’s enjoying life as a local police.

AND THEN:

(I legit can’t find any other gif of this dude but CREDITS TO THE OWNER)

CHA TAE HO CONTINUES TO PROVE HE’S THE BEST FRIGGEN CHARACTER:

The dude is loud and abrasive and aggressive and a n g e r y like all the time and believes Team 3 has such bad luck he tried to exorcise them with red beans...but when the Chief gets run over by a truck and he hears that it was attempted murder; does he bat a f*cking eye?!?! NO HE IMMEDIATELY STEPS TF UP WITH HIS BUSTED FOOT AND ALL AND OFFERS TO HELP THE INVESTIGATION AND SUPPORT TEAM 3 NO MATTER WHAT

Seriously what happened to Im Won Hee during filming that busted his toe??? They brushed it off as his superstitions regarding how bad luck the Criminal Investigations Department was

He sent off Pan Seok with a small charm baggy of red beans for luck. If that ain’t love idk what is

THEN OF COURSE THE MAIN ORDER OF THE DAY:

That scene. Those who’ve watched know what I’m talking about. It was so goddamn powerful and the acting delivery was actually incredible. Go Ara conveying every inch of Su Seon’s desperation as she struggles to get back to Dae Gu, declaring her love and demanding he stay alive. And then Lee Seung Gi, he didn’t say a friggen word but his facials and his body language all screamed with Dae Gu’s agony, watching the woman he loves be dragged away as she’s saying she loves him, and just desperately wanting to go to her but knowing he can’t bc he still has a job to finish. If Su Seon hadn’t been there, begging him to stay alive, who knows if he would have gone ahead with shooting himself, or actually allowed the main baddie to kill him...the look on his face when he was bargaining with the Assemblyman showed that he was prepared to follow through bc the footage was live-streaming anyhow, so even if he had died, he knew that Yoo Moon Bae would be caught...but seeing how desperate Su Seon was and hearing those words may have pushed him to see through the mission alive...it was a great scene. I think, despite more focus being on the mystery plot, the slowly growing admiration, affection and then romance between Su Seon and Dae Gu’s was nicely developed. Could’ve been better but the romance wasn’t the focus so I can forgive that. We got an incredible intense scene showcasing just how great their love has developed as compensation so I’m cool with that.

NOW TO COMMENT ON THE FRIGGEN SQUAD DYNAMICS:

I lovvvve me a good ensemble. Especially “reverse harem” types with the one girl and a bunch of dudes. (Though there were 2 other strong women figures but I’ll get to them in a bit). Su Seon wasn’t the main main character, so it’s not the typical reverse harem ensemble where it all revolves around the one girl, but that being said, I got a nice taste of it during the arc where Su Seon’s mom got attacked and all her boys stepped UP. Su Seon was in distress and all her boys were there to take down the problem no matter the cost or the opponent. This was during the period where Dae Gu’s affection and crush was levelling up to genuine romantic feelings too so even better. Best was when the mum called the boys her sons and subsequently ignored the fact that she had an actual son who never visited to check up on his mom??? But anyway, when they all just quietly watch over Su Seon while she cries in the dark, and get outraged just looking at the bruises on her mom’s face??? Ugh yes. And this is just where Su Seon was the focus. When Dae Gu got attacked and his true identity and past revealed and everyone was just doting on him and helping him without smothering him and then the same thing when Tae Il got stabbed and he told them about his brother and family. And the genuine camaraderie between them felt so natural, teasing Dae Gu about being the youngest among them, hanging out and eating ice cream together, and convincing Su Seon’s mom she lived with them, and drinking together, and helping Su Seon move out of her tent. Of course the two dads of the Rookie Squad can’t be forgotten, always there as guiding influences despite the rocky start. Detective Lee and Pan Seok unashamed to dish out the compliments on Su Seon’s looks. And Pan Seok’s reactions every time he saw Dae Gu and Su Seon kiss. Ughh yes squad was real and I loved it.

oh apparently I was gonna discuss the two women??? but it’s been too long sooo: one was a badass detective who was head of Missing Persons...but she was kinda defined by her relationship to Pan Seok looking back...but they did well in establishing her character...that said she got in the way of my boy Tae Il being the true queer I wished he was...but alas no...his brother was, and it brought about a really dark reflection on the reality of the lgbt+ community when they come out to their families...but then the brother dies???? I’m not down...what happened to his husband???

but anyway, the detective lady was great but not a main sooo...and I can’t remember the story as well now being quite a while since I watched the show...the other strong female figure was the captain (???) who was also a pseudo-antagonist...I liked that she was morally ambiguous and also a woman in power but lame she was still subject to the whims of some asshole male politician...but this leaned into the overall message of how women can be treated in the workforce, and society in general, and that’s what she had been fight for and had gotten lost along the way...

idk what else to say bc again this was a post from months ago soooo:

CHA TAE HO FOR THE WIN!!!

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wellimaginethat · 6 years

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Title: All Grown Up

Pairing: Loki x Sister!Reader x Thor

Word Count: 2378

Author’s Note: I kinda squealed when getting this because I love the idea of Thor and Loki being supportive of a younger sister, I also added that they’re SUPER protective of her, despite her proving that she can definitely handle herself. Requested by @tnaxisx0range (thank you again for requesting! I hope you enjoy this!) Also, THIS IS SPOILER FREE! NO RAGNAROK SPOILERS! (Set before the first Thor movie) P.S. Sorry this took so long

Trigger Warning(s): Fighting, near death experience, a few bad words

Disclaimer: Not affiliated with Marvel or the characters or actors

Summary: Y/N is the youngest child of Odin and Frigga, and the younger sister of Thor and Loki. Both brothers are super protective of their younger sister, so when she enters a tournament to prove she’s just as tough as her siblings, they go to support her, but also to make sure she doesn’t get too hurt. They’re close to stepping in when she’s close to being completely defeated, but her powers finally set in. After she wins, they each have a talk with her...

Y/N = Your Name

Being the youngest of three and the only girl meant that not only were you excluded from a lot of things your older brothers did, but they also were very protective of you. It was always either “You’re too young Y/N.” or “This isn’t for girls Y/N.” or something similar.

While sometimes you loved how protective they were of you, other times it got on your nerves. So you grew up close to them, but always wanting to prove that you were just as tough as them.

Now you were close to both of them, but closer to Loki because he was a lot calmer and not as rough as Thor. Thor was always active and loud and was rougher when playing, and while it was usually fun, sometimes it got annoying or he was too rough. Loki, on the other hand, new how to have fun but wasn’t as loud or rough as Thor was, he was much calmer and always thought about the consequences of everything.

The three of you were almost inseparable growing up, up until you reached young adulthood. You were quite a bit younger than them, and while you were all still children, it didn’t matter much, but now that they were adults, it seemed that they couldn’t hang out with you anymore. Or at least that’s how it seemed. Thor started hanging out more with Sif and the Warriors Three, and Loki became very reclusive. He at least paid some attention to you though, unlike Thor who would only acknowledge you when it came to family gatherings.

You were okay with it though. Or at least you pretended to be. And you kept pretending to be okay with it the older you got, but all the while you had this burning need deep inside you to prove that you were strong, that you could fight just as well as either of them or any of the warriors, despite being coddled your entire life.

So when you finally became an adult, you entered yourself in a tournament to prove to your family that you were strong. You mother wept when you told your parents, and your father almost ordered you to pull out of the tournament, but you had a way with getting your way and he eventually relented and let you participate.

But then Thor found out. He practically broke down your door when he came to confront you.

“You cannot do this Y/N, it’s too dangerous!” He insisted, trying to get you to list.

You simply crossed your arms and looked up to him. “I think I can, and nothing you say will deter me from trying.”

He huffed and stormed out, going straight to Loki.

“Y/N has entered herself in a tournament.” He told your brother.

Loki set his book down and look at Thor. “Surely you are kidding.”

Thor shook his head. “No, she thinks she can handle it.”

Loki stood up. “Have you tried talking her out of it?”

“Of course I have!” Thor’s voice boomed, then he sighed. “I was hoping you’d have better luck.”

“What makes you think I’d have any more luck than you? She’s as stubborn as any of us, probably more so.”

“Loki, you and I both know you’ve always had a closer connection to Y/N than I.” Thor looked at Loki with pleading eyes.

Loki sighed, he knew Thor was right, and Thor knew Loki knew he was right.

“I hate when you make a point.” Loki grumbled, but walked past Thor and towards you chambers.

He lightly tapped on your still open door, and you turned. “Thor tells me you’ve entered yourself in a tournament.”

You nodded, despite the fact that it hadn’t been a question. “Do not try to talk me out of it, mother and Thor have already tried.”

“Yes but I am neither of them.” He quipped as he walked over to you and placed both hands on your upper arms. “I just want you to promise me something.”

You raised a brow, expecting him to try to trick you into promising to quit the tournament.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.” He looked down at you with sad eyes. “I hate to think of something happening to my baby sister.”

“I’m not a baby anymore.” You spoke quietly but nodded. “I promise I’ll be careful.”

Loki smiled, but there was still worry in his eyes. “Good. I also want you to promise me that if it comes to a point where you know you won’t win, you will forfeit.”

You frown and shake your head, pulling away from him. “You know I cannot do that. It would be far too humiliating.”

“Being humiliated is better than being dead, Y/N.”

“Maybe to you, but not to me.” Almost instantly you regretted what you said, because you could tell you’d hurt his feelings.

“Think about the ones who love you, Y/N.” Loki whispered calmly. “Think about mother and father, and Thor, and me. Think about what your death would do to us.” Then he left your chambers without another word.

You thought about it for a while, but ended up forcing yourself to go to sleep because you needed to get your rest every night so you would be rested for training.

Then came the day of the tournament. You hadn’t expected your family members to be there, they didn’t want you to take part in this, so why would they support you?

But as you walked out to meet your opponent, your eyes drifted through the crowds and landed on your two older brothers, standing side by side, clapping and actually grinning as you walked out onto that field. You could tell they were worried though, because even at this distance, you could see the worry in their eyes.

Your opponent wasn’t too much bigger than you, they were a bit bigger, but you felt like you could take them, but boy were you wrong. Five minutes in and you were certain that you right shoulder was dislocated and that you’d fractured your left wrist. You were getting your ass handed to you on a silver plate.

Looking into the crowd at your brothers, you could see them fighting themselves from intervening, you felt like you were letting them down in a way. They were heroes of Asgard, had gone to battle and won, and here you were, making a mockery of yourself.

You were certain your opponent was going to kill you know, with a final blow to your head, so you closed your eyes and prepared for it. But you felt something inside you, somewhere between a bubbly feeling and a fizzy feeling, you could quite out your finger on it…

It happened so suddenly, your opponent was coming down at you with all their force, and you were sending them back and into the arena wall, causing the to cry out.

You were quite literally glowing, but it didn’t hurt, actually you seemed to be healing from your wounds.

They called the match, with you as the winner. “And the winner is….Y/N Odinsdottir!” The announcer announced your name as he lifted you arm in the air.

The crowd cheered, and you could see your brothers shock, but it quickly changed to pride as they cheered for you. Both of them proud of you.

It was later, as you tended to what was left of your little wounds, the ones that didn’t seem to heal were the little cuts on your arms and face. Luckily, the ones on your face wouldn’t scar.

You were tending to one just under your left eye when a knock came at your door.

“Who is it?” You called

“Your favorite brother.” Loki responded, waiting patiently outside.

“Oh, come in!” You got up and turned to face the door, you were still in your fighting attire.

“You did quite well today, but you had Thor and I quite scared.” Loki tells you, pulling you into a hug.

You hugged him back. “I noticed.”

He released you from the hug. “Did you know you could...do that?”

You shook your head. “It’s as new to me as it is to you. I had accepted my fate and then I felt this...bubbly fizzy feeling and it just overcame me, then next thing I know, I was being declared the winner.”

“Y/N, you were glowing.” Loki informs you in a worried tone, he was always worried about you and wanting to make sure you were healthy and safe.

“Yes, I know. I just don’t know why.”

Loki nodded. “You should talk to father.”

You raised a brow. “You really think he’d know why?”

“Our father has his faults, but he is wise, as is our mother, and if father doesn’t know, I would bet she would.”

You nodded. “I promise I’ll talk to them in the morning.”

“Good.” Loki nodded, then smiled down at you. “Now let’s talk about your fight, I’m sure you’re dying to tell someone how it felt to win your first match.”

You grinned. “It was a nice feeling, but I do feel bad about how I won it. After I figure this out, I will have to enter in a new one against someone equal to me so that it’s a fair fight.”

Loki shook his head. “It would never be a fair fight, Y/N, those things are rigged.”

“So then what do you suggest I do?”

“Talk to Thor, join us when we go to battle. Perhaps you could help me keep him in line, he’s quite hot headed, you know.”

You nodded. “I know how he is…” You paused and looked at him. “You really think he would be okay with me joining you guys? I mean, he never seemed to keen on the idea before.”

“But that was before he knew you could take care of yourself.”

You shrugged. “Better question, do you think mother and father would allow it?”

“That might be a bit more of a challenge, but father has always let you have your way, mother may take some convincing though.”

“Mother knows I can take care of myself.” You answered. “So I don’t think it will take that much convincing.”

Loki nodded. “Just promise me to always be careful, I do not want my little sister dying before I.”

“I don’t want to think about either of us dying, Loki. Or any of our family. I know it is inevitable, but I am hoping it isn’t for a very long time.”

Loki nodded. “As am I, even if Thor is annoying sometimes.”

You laughed and lightly hit his arm. “That’s mean.”

Loki shrugged, still smiling. “I should let you get some rest, you have had a very eventful day. We will talk more in the morning.”

You nodded and hugged him goodnight before bidding him goodbye. You went back to tending to the little cuts, but not five minutes later another knock came on your door.

“Y/N.” Thor’s voice seeped through the large door before you could ask who it was. “Sister, open the door.”

“Open it yourself.” You called with a soft laugh.

You saw your other brother open the door slowly and push his head in. “May I have a word with you?”

You motioned for him to enter. “No one’s stopping you.”

He walked in and fidgeted uneasily, looking around the room like he was looking for the words to say.

“What was it you wanted to say, brother?” You asked gently, urging him to speak.

“I wanted to congratulate you.” Thor finally spoke. “You did good today.”

“Thank you, Thor.” You smiled, you both knew you loved the other, and would do anything for the other sibling, but since becoming adults it seemed you had a hard time finding common ground.

Thor nodded. “It surprised me that you had abilities. Where did you learn how to do that?”

“I didn’t.” You told him simply, to which he gave you a questioning look. “It wasn’t something I learned, it was just something that happened. I didn’t know I could do that until then.”

“Have you talked to anyone about it?”

“Just Loki, and now you.” You shrugged. “Loki suggested I speak with father about it.”

Thor nodded. “That’s a good idea.”

You knew your father had important things to do all day, so you opted to wait until the next day to speak with him.

You were greeted warmly when you entered the throne room, and were actually a little surprised to see your brothers there.

“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something? I can come back.” You made a move to turn but your father stopped you.

“Nonsense.” His voice boomed, it was definitely no question where Thor learned his speech habits. “We were actually talking about you, Y/N.”

You frowned in question. “Why?”

“Your brothers tell me something interesting happened during your tournament yesterday.”

You nodded. “I’m not sure what it-”

“It was your powers settling in.” Odin cut you off, you hated when he did that but said nothing.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Y/N, you are the Goddess of light.” Odin told you. “What happened was your powers finally settling in now that you are strong enough to control them.”

“So what does that mean? I control light?”

“In a sense, yes. You can also be a conductor of it. You can produce light simply by will.”

You nodded, it was a lot to take in all at once, one day you were just Y/N, little sister of Thor and Loki, and now you were Y/N, the Goddess of Light. The latter title sounded cooler. Even Cooler when you put your full title of Princess Y/N, daughter of Odin, Goddess of Light. Now that was especially cool.

Suddenly you turned towards your brothers. “See? I told you I was a grown up.” You smirked.

The two of them stammered for a response, but both came up empty as you sauntered out of the throne room, feeling full of confidence and maybe just a little bit cocky at the moment. You were the Goddess of Light, you were badass.

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faridahmalik · 6 years

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lmao i have nothing super amazing written for v-day bc

well. depression.

it’s def not finished, but idk. teaser/this will probably never HAVE a full fic but. it’s kinda cute?

modern au fake relationship stuff with Will n Wilson sort of climax scene, aka ‘okay to get them to leave me alone would u be willing to almost marry me?’ aka I have not been to a wedding since i was like five. research was weird.

it’s just self-indulgent fluff. happy valentine’s day.

Wilson tried not to wince as the music starts, he was already steeled for the fact Will wouldn’t even show, just as they’d talked about two days ago, on the veranda of the restaurant they’d all gone to after the rehearsal.

Despite his mother's want of a full traditional ceremony, Wilson had coaxed her into a more relaxed procession, it starting with him at the altar because they didn't have a huge friend group, and Will's only family was Jack and the kids, while Wilson's family was sprawling.

It also made William vanishing easier.

He’d looked determined as they talked about the plan, and really, after all the trouble Will had gone through for him, Wilson couldn’t help but understand. Once this mess was over and done with, he wouldn’t even blame William for not wanting to even be friends anymore. It’d just kept spiraling, and selfishly, once he realized it was more than just platonic love with Will, Wilson had held on. Excuses were made, and more time was spent pretending that they were a couple.

More time both of them making stupid jokes, sarcasm at his parent's antics, living together. More nights in the same bed, talking quietly. More owed lunches, for putting up with all of this, and Will, in good humor, mentioning that at the very least he was fed well for all of this.

The rare staged kiss, which always provoked both thrill and worry.

Their fake engagement rings, which Wilson couldn't help but sigh when he had to put it away until the next visit, wishing it wasn't just a bargain bin set, a pair of cheap fakes, but instead something actually gold, with a real gemstone like amethyst, not glass, that he'd picked out for Will specifically.

Still, he'd fucked this up royally. By not actually asking Will out the first time, too scared he'd lose his best friend, but wanting more time closer than just friends with him.

One deep breath, and he was prepared to feign sorrow, thinking it was cold feet, not their plan. Apologize to his folks for wasting their time and money, though really, he could care less about their money. They’d been the ones who pushed for a traditional wedding, even if the attendance was his family, their friends, and Jack and their kids, and since they said they’d pay, he relented. Really, besides feeling sorry for himself, he was mostly sorry his siblings had to come out with their families. He’d never thought he’d be jealous of them. But there they were, with spouses they cared for and loved.

And then there was their friends, who'd insisted the moment they heard even the slightest rumor, even though they knew this was all a show. He didn't feel sorry for them, just... annoyed.

The room was silent, save for the music; it felt like everyone else was also holding their breath. Wilson couldn't help but bite the inside of his lip, trying to hold back tears that were threatening to fall, at least he could claim nerves. God, he'd made so many mistakes and Wilson just wanted it to be over. Let him go wallow in his broken heart already. He could tell Willow and Woodie were both fidgeting behind him, they were probably tired of this too.

The door opened. Maybe Charlie to say William wasn't coming, his folks had demanded at some sort of best man/woman for both of them, they wanted at least something traditional, even if their son wasn't traditional in the slightest. It'd have to be Charlie, Wes hated speaking.

The music didn't stop. There was no words indicating William was a no show.

So Wilson turned. Wendy and Abigail were first, they had demanded to be the flower girls for their uncle, fake event or not after Jack had explained it to them. His youngest sister's daughter, Wisteria, had joined them, a few years younger then the twins.

Webber, Charlie's nephew and the not official, but basically adopted younger brother of the twins with the rings, also cheap, he'd bought them. Though, with the next sight, Wilson wished he'd spent more on them.

William, with Jack next to him, with the real flowers Wilson's mother had insisted on. If he remembered the mix; poppies, lavender, and lilies. William had acted engaged in the planning, and chose his favourite flowers.

He finally met William's eyes, and there was the same look on the other's face as two nights ago. Wilson's heart pounding so hard he couldn't hear the light whispering from their friends, the right side still silent.

It was as hard to believe as someone claiming he'd finally gotten his dream job, even with the quiet "Hey," out of Will's mouth as he joined him at the altar. Wilson turned to face him, a little early, but no one stopped him.

Stars, he still might cry. William had a soft smile across his flushed face, and was fidgeting slightly, more obvious without the flowers in his hands, already passed to Charlie. His throat couldn't form words, it was like all of a sudden he couldn't find words at all. Their hands though, like they had during rehearsal, slid together, and it was comforting.

Thank the stars they'd asked his old mentor, Wickerbottom, to be officiant, as they'd be able to let her in on what was going on. She, thankfully, was always articulate, even in surprising circumstances and even as he couldn't make out many of the words, the mere sound helped.

William was here. William was still here.

There was a period of silence and Wilson realized that it was one of their turns to speak and oh hell, he couldn't remember the vows he'd only really wrote two days ago and could recite when they were fresh.

"I... I didn't expect to fall in love, you know." Was the first thing out of his mouth and boy did it sound dumb to him, and most likely weird to his folks. "This wasn't what I expected to happen when all this began, a-and honestly, I wasn't expecting to be standing here today, with you. You were... are, one of my best friends. And when I asked for your help, it was for a number of reasons, but one, one that's extraordinarily important, came to light after the fact, and I realized I couldn't let you go. You're so special to me, William. We've been friends since college, and... and, I think I should have realized it sooner. And I'm sorry for that." His face was red, that was completely off script and not at all the vows they'd written.

"Wilson..." Oh stars. That smile was going to kill him. "This... has probably been a long time coming for me. When all this started, when I was helping you, I went in with an aching heart, it was probably unrequited, but you were one of my best friends, and you've helped me so much... I wanted to help you when you needed me. Even if it ended up with my heart breaking in silence."

Oh no. Oh hell. How much had he... Wilson could feel the tears almost budding, how much had he hurt Will through this, by not saying something. Did this tear him apart earlier then it had for Wilson. Had William felt used after a point. That, alone, was terrifying. Will had been though enough of that.

"So I kept on. And I decided to keep going, no matter what laid ahead, and decided to lay my feelings bare, once and for all... even if it ended up a mistake. Because if I ran, I wouldn't know. And so I'm here, right now, with you. My best friend. Someone who makes me happy, who I trust and love with my whole heart. As long as you want me." William's voice broke on the last half of that sentence, and there were tears running down his face, and that egged on Wilson's.

Wilson released the other's hands, then pulled William to him, instead, and hugged him tighter then he'd expected he would, their positioning letting him whisper into the other's ear, along with comforting both of them. "It was breaking me to know you weren't supposed to show." He wanted this so bad, William and him in the house he'd inherited, without his folks around. To wake up and see William sleeping still, the other was a light sleeper but he slept late when he wasn't disturbed.

"I wanted to say something... even if you rejected me at the altar." Will whispered back. "I thought you would..."

"Never. Stars, William, how could I? I love you." This close, he could feel the start of what would have been a sob, before being swallowed down.

"Th-they're waiting on us, you know. Not that it exactly matters, this is about us, but I'm starting to feel a little like a show, and not your groom." There was a swallow, "Though, I'd assume they're just living for the drama, if I know your family and our friends." A little humor and Wilson chuckled, pulling back to wipe a thumb under one of Will's eyes, lifting the glasses.

There was an amused hum before Wickerbottom game an "Ahem?" to convince them to return to how they had been.

"Now that we've heard them speak... are there any other vows you two would like to say before I continue?" There was a teasing smirk on the professor's face, and both of them looked away before nodding.

"Wils-"

"Will-" They'd both opened their mouths at once and quietly laughed, Wilson squeezing Will's hands, asking to go first. "William. I vow to be with you as long as I can, and to love and support you always, and in whatever I can do, to be with you no matter how things are around us. To make amends for how foolish I was, and make you happy. To make you laugh when you are sad and when I can't, to hold you and love you still." Off the top of his head, wasn't too bad, if he said so himself.

Even with tears on his face, the vow seemed to have been received well, eyes wide, staring at him with a smile. "Wilson, I vow to be with you through whatever life throws at us, through bad jobs and broken machines and failed plays, as things don't seem so bad when I'm with you. I vow to love you, to care for you, to support you, to find solutions and working to make things better with you." Show off. "I vow to embrace being your partner, your husband, for the rest of my life."

He hadn't looked at anybody but Will since he'd stood up here, though he had a feeling the sniffling nearby was Woodie.

"We come to a close, in this ceremony, after a final question posed to both of these devoted lovers. Webber, dear, the rings?"

Oh god, he was going to replace these as soon as he could. Wilson mused on the design possibilities as the young man delivered the rings, sliding behind them.

He felt a tap, Wickerbottom handing him a ring, then William the other. "Now, if you would slide the rings onto the tip of each other's ring finger..." They both compiled, "Wilson Higgsbury, do you take William Carter as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." That wasn't something he'd been expecting to say today, but it left him warm.

"William Carter, do you take Wilson Higgsbury to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Would you both fully slide the rings onto one another's finger?" There was a pause as Wilson did it for Will, and Will for Wilson, this felt too surreal and wonderful to actually be happening, but it was. "With the power vested in me, I now pronounce you two wed, you may now kiss your groom."

Oh hell. It was simple and innocent, they've kissed before, unexpected and few, but this took the cake. This was real. Will's lips were warm and uneven, chapped, possibly bitten slightly in nerves.

It wasn't long before they drew back, to the triumphant noise from their friends, mixed with laughter, and clapping (along with a few cheers from his sisters,) from Wilson's side.

However, it was almost too tempting to stop himself from peppering William with more kisses, for every missed moment he should of been kissing him. Though, even the mere passing thought of that was dashed as his parents approached, his mother certainly upset with that frown on her face. His father looked like he couldn't even care.

"Wilson Percival Hig-"

"Wilson Percival Carter." Wilson interrupted. "I'll be taking William's family name, thank you."

"Wilson." She huffed. "I'm not even prepared to go into that little tidbit of information but what was that absolute farce of a ceremony! You made us look like fools!"

No, Wilson considered, he made himself look like an idiot, but that was fairly normal. "I'm completely sorry for deviating from your perfect, pre-approved plan." He managed a straight face. "I wasn't exactly expecting my groom to show up."

"What?!"

"It was supposed to be a farce so you would get off my back! It was always get married to this girl, she's the daughter of one of dad's business associates, I want grandchildren out of you, all your siblings have given me grandchildren, why haven't you! Do you have a girlfriend? I could arrange a date for you! Every time we talked it was always about my lack of a love-life, which I was fine with!"

"You were willing to let us waste our money! Why you self entitled..."

William stepped between them slightly. "You were the one forcing this on us originally. Demanding when we were getting married. If you hadn't, we would of continued to fake being engaged."

"Did your friends think you were dating?" Oh boy, she was seething, Wilson had seen that look in her eyes.

Stars, he was thankful for Willow at that moment, noticing the distress on both of their faces. "We had a bet going on if they'd own up to being in love!" She stated, drawing enough attention away so both of them could half embrace, one of their arms wrapped around the other's waist. Will was shaking, even if his voice was steady, confrontation was not his strong suit. "They might not have been properly dating, but they were both so love sick, it was almost sad."

"So this was all to deceive us." She almost hissed.

"It wasn't wasted!" He shot back, holding Will close. "We tried to get you to let us have a very small ceremony, but you wanted big. But, right now that doesn't matter because your money wasn't wasted. I'm married! To someone I love! Who I greatly would like to go eat some cake with after we both change, thank you very much." He turned and pulled Will along, the other having to take a few longer strides to balance himself again. "Let's go get ready for the party..." He whispered. "We can change and head to the restaurant, I don't want to deal with her for the rest of the night."

It was odd, he wasn't exactly expecting to actually have a reception. Maybe a self-pity reception. Cake and alcohol for one. Their hands were entwined as they headed to the small rooms where both of them had been given to change, and out of habit from being away from everyone, especially his mother, Wilson almost pulled away. He stopped, swallowing as he realized he didn't have to pull away, they were both legally married and genuinely together. It wasn't an act anymore. He could hold Will's hand without much of a reason. He could kiss him whenever.

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winchesters-favorite-girl · 7 years

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Hey Jude

A/N: This is my really late submission for @percussiongirl2017 ‘s birthday challenge! Hopefully it was worth the wait. I had the prompt, “You can’t tell me how to live my life. You’re not my mother.” & my song is “Hey Jude” – The Beatles. The pairing is Dean x Sister!Reader however there is some Sam in there as well. The reader is the oldest sibling.

Word Count: 2,833

Warnings: Angst, Dean and Sam being brats

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“Take care of Sam and Dean.”

That was your motto. You were eight years old when your mother died in the fire that turned your life upside down. You could remember the heat, the fear you felt, and how you had never gripped Dean’s hand or held onto Sammy so tightly then you did that night when you brought them out of the burning house.

Ever since then your father gave you one task; take care of Sam and Dean.

It wasn’t something that was foreign to you; it was something that you had loved helping your mother do. She had always lovingly referred to you as her mini mama because you enjoyed it so much.

So that’s what you did.

You did everything for the boys; made sure they ate, wore clean clothes, bathed them, anything they needed you ensured it was done.

Whenever baby Sammy would cry in the middle of the night, you would get up with him.

You were the one who got Dean to open up when he wasn’t talking after Mary’s death.

Whenever diapers for Sam ran out, you were the one who went to the gas station for more.

You were the one Dean made a mother’s day card for when the teacher had the class make them to celebrate the holiday.

Whenever Sam fell down you were the one he looked to for comfort.

You were the one who held Dean when he woke up from a nightmare.

“Y/N,” five year old Dean whispered your name while poking your arm from next to you in the bed.

You didn’t even bother opening your eyes or turning to face him, “What is it Dean?” You asked in a groggy voice.

“I-I had a bad dream.” Dean told you in a nervous voice, “It-it was about the fire and-and..,” Dean’s voice trailed away, he didn’t know what else to say. Dad always told him that he needed to learn to be brave when he had nightmares and Dean was beginning to second guess waking you up.

“’T’s okay Dean.” You replied in a sleepy tone as you reached out for him and pulled him so that his head was on your chest, “It was just a dream. ‘T’s over and we’re never gonna have to go through that again.” You told him as you began to run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down, just like your mother always used to do.

“You promise?” Dean asked in a scared tone.

“Promise. Now go to sleep, I’ll keep the bad dream away.” You answered back.

“Kay. Uh, Y/N/N?”

“Yeah Dean?” You responded as you closed your eyes.

“Can you sing it?” Dean questioned.

“Course; now close your eyes and go to sleep.” You ordered as you began to lightly sing the song your mother always did before bed.

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don’t be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her under your skin Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders…

By the time you were sixteen taking care of your brothers was second nature, which is probably why Dean’s words stung you so badly.

The day had started out like any other. Dad was off on a hunt, leaving you in charge as he normally did. Both boys had eaten breakfast, you had skipped out on it knowing that there wasn’t going to be enough cereal left for the week if you ate some every morning and John wasn’t due back for a few more days. Eight year old Sam and twelve year old Dean both attended the same elementary school while you went to the high school that was down the road.

The high school started thirty minutes before the elementary school and got out fifteen minutes later. So you’d drop Sam and Dean off at the playground before school and would meet them there everyday after school. There was never a problem with this routine.

Until today.

You had walked up to the playground ten minutes late thanks to your science teacher asking you to stay late to talk to you about the paper you failed to turn in. It wasn’t your fault, Sam had questions on his math homework and Dean needed help with his history project. Your brothers always came first, however your teacher didn’t understand that.

As you walked over to the swings you noticed that only Sam was on the swings while Dean was no where in sight.

“Where’s Dean?” You asked Sam when you were close enough. Sam simply shrugged his shoulders while he continued to pump his legs.

“Sammy.” You said in a stern voice, knowing that he knew where your other brother was, “Where is he?”

Letting out a sigh Sam let himself come to a stop on the swings, “He told me not to tell you.”

“And I’m telling you to tell me.” You responded in an annoyed tone. This had been a habit lately and it was beginning to drive you crazy. Dean was going through the phase of thinking he was old enough to make his own choices and it was beginning to rub off on Sam.

“Fine, but I’m mad at you.” The defiant eight year old said with a huff before he pointed to the bathrooms.

“He’s just in the bathroom?” You questioned, confused why Sam was making such a big deal about it.

“No.” Sam said grumpily, “He’s behind it with his friends.”

Shaking your head knowing that nothing good was going to come of this you looked at Sam, “Grab your backpack and follow me.” You ordered before quickly making your way to where your brother was.

You weren’t sure what you were going to see when you rounded the corner but the sight of Dean attempting to take a drag from a cigarette wasn’t it.

“Dean Winchester!” You shouted after the shock wore off. All four of the boys looked at you in fear. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

Dean stood there stuttering for a moment before you shook your head cutting him off, “Don’t even try. Get your backpack, we’re going home. Now!”

The walk back to the motel was silent. Dean was mad at Sam for telling and furious with you for embarrassing him in front of his friends. Sam was upset with you for making him tell on Dean. While you were trying to think about what you were going to say to your twelve year old brother who you just caught smoking.

This was not a problem most sixteen year old’s had to face.

“Both of you, do your homework.” You told them as you entered the motel room.

The room was quiet the entire night; the only time anybody said something was when Sam for help on his homework or when you were telling the boys it was time to eat. Once the boys had finished their sandwiches and split can of soup you decided it was time to talk.

“Stay there Dean,” You said as he got up to throw his plate away, “We gotta talk about what you did.”

“No we don’t.” Dean replied with a scoff as he tried to ignore you and go to the bathroom.

“Yes. We do. Sam, go take a shower while me and Dean have a little chat.” You told your youngest brother.

“Do I have to? I don’t wanna Y/N.” Sam whined back at you.

“Yes Sam, you have to.” You responded as you rubbed your forehead, tired of having to fight your brothers over everything.

“Well I don’t wanna so I’m not gonna.” Sam told you with an attitude.

“Samuel William Winchester, get in the shower now.” You said in an angry tone. Sam simply looked at you with wide eyes, knowing that he had pushed you too far.

“Fine, but I-I-I’m still mad at you Y/N.” He quipped back before slamming the bathroom door shut.

Letting out a groan you put your head in your hands, collecting yourself for the bigger battle that you knew Dean was going to throw your way.

“What were you thinking?” You questioned him as you looked up from your hands, “You know better Dean. You’re too young to be doing that, plus you know how bad that is for you.”

“I don’t care. I can do what I want Y/N, you aren’t the boss of me.” Dean responded defensively.

“Yeah, when dad isn’t around I kinda am the boss of you Dean. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately but De, it has to stop. You can’t be fighting me over everything. That’s not how our team works, plus you’re making Sam think it’s okay to do it too.” You said, trying to reason with him.

“No you aren’t. I hate you Y/N! You can’t tell me how to live my life. You’re not Mom!” Dean shouted at you.

“Dean I-I , I know I’m not mom and I’m not-I’m not trying to be-” You stuttered.

“Yes you are and I’m sick of it! You aren’t my mom! So stop trying to act like her cause you aren’t her! You’re nothing like her! You never will be!” Dean told you with anger in his voice.

You sat there in shock, not knowing what you could say back to that. Sam stood by the bathroom door having come out when he heard Dean beginning to shout at you. He stood there wide eyed, not believing that Dean blew up on your like that. Dean sat with his eyes down, across from you breathing heavily as he tried to calm himself down; with every second passing he was beginning to realize how terrible he was acting towards you.

“Y/N?” Sam said quietly as he approached the table. You looked over at Sam who took a quick inhale when he saw your face, “Are you okay?”

Sam’s question caught Dean’s attention he looked up at you for the first time since he went off and he instantly felt the guilt begin to rise. There were tears in your eyes and you had a blank expression on your face.

Both Sam and Dean didn’t know what to do; they had never seen you cry before. You were always the one who picked them up and made them feel better whenever tears were shed.

“I’m fine Sam.” You replied back in an emotionless tone as a single tear fell from your eye. “Sammy, please take a shower then get into bed. Dean, you do the same after him. I’m gonna-I’m gonna go do something real fast. Stay inside and keep the door locked.” You told them as you got up and left the room, not looking at either of them as you went.

Sam and Dean both did as you asked in silence, neither knowing what to say to the other about what just happened. Two hours after you left the brothers began to worry, it wasn’t like you to leave them alone for more then fifteen minutes.

“Dean, should we go look for her?” Sam questioned.

Dean sighed not knowing what to do, “We’ll do a lap around the parking lot then right back here. If she finds out we left she’ll kill us.”

The brothers put their shoes on before Dean locked the door. They made their way around the parking lot, passed the vending machine, and were passing the lobby when Dean spotted your figure sitting on a bench not far from the pathetic excuse for a playground the motel had. Slowly and quietly making their way towards you the brothers paused when they heard you voice.

“I’m so sorry Mom, I’m letting you down.” They heard you say with tears in your voice, “I barely feed them enough, I give up my food so they can have enough but I can tell they’re still hungry half the time. They aren’t ever happy, I can never make them happy. I can’t do anything right with them. They don’t need me, they’d be better off without me. Dean hates me, Sam’s not far behind. I just, Mom I’m nothing like you and I need to be. God, I miss you and need you here, I-I don’t know what to do anymore.” You said as sobs began to break through your exterior.

Sam and Dean looked at each other with guilty faces, knowing they had been treating you unfairly and giving you a rough time when times were already hard on you. Dean moved his head in a motion for Sam to follow him back to the motel room where the brothers got in bed silently.

You followed them back to the room thirty minutes later. The lights were out in the room when you walked in and both boys were in their beds. As quietly as you could you went into the bathroom to shower and get ready for bed before gently lifting up the covers and getting into the same bed as Sam since Dean insisted that he got his own bed. You figured it would be another year before Sam would say the same thing which would result in you sleeping on the floor or the couch if the room had one.

“Y/N?” Sam’s softly called for you.

“What is it Sammy?” You replied quietly, trying to prevent from waking Dean up.

“I’m sorry; I’m not really mad at you.” Sam told you as he snuggled closer an indication that he wanted you to hold him.

Silently you opened your arm for Sam to lay on your chest which he quickly did, “T’s okay Sammy.” You said as you dropped a kiss to his head before running your fingers through his hair, “Go to sleep.”

“I love you Y/N.” Sam told you as he wrapped his arm around you, giving you a squeeze.

“Love you too Sammy.” You replied as you returned his hug. You laid there absentmindedly running your fingers through Sam’s hair when you heard the sheet’s rustling from Dean’s bed.

“Y/N/N.” You heard Dean’s voice call from beside you.

You were silent for a moment before answering him, “You okay Dean?” You asked him while you turned to where you thought he was, not fully being able to see him in the dark.

“I’m really sorry.” He said in a tight voice, “I didn’t mean it, you-you do a really good job taking care of me and Sammy and we need you. I-I know we didn’t get mom for long but you did but she, she’d be proud of everything that you do for us.” You stayed silent, not sure how to react to Dean’s words, “I just uh, I wanted you to know.” Dean told you before shuffling back towards his bed.

“Hey Dean?” You said, causing him to stop.

“Yeah?” He replied.

“Thank you.”

“Y/N?” Sam’s groggy voice called for you, breaking the moment with Dean.

“Yeah Sammy?” You questioned.

“Will you sing the song?” He asked you.

“One condition,” You said poking Sam on the stomach, “Dean has to join us.”

It took Dean less than five seconds to be next to you in bed, his head resting on your shoulder while Sam continued to lay on your chest.

“Alright guys, go to bed.” You told them before you began to softly sing to them.

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don’t be afraid You were made to go out and get her The minute you let her under your skin Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool By making his world a little colder Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Hey Jude, don’t let me down You have found her, now go and get her Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin You’re waiting for someone to perform with And don’t you know that it’s just you, hey Jude, you’ll do The movement you need is on your shoulder Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah yeah

Hey Jude, don’t make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her under your skin Then you’ll begin to make it Better better better better better better, oh

Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude

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Hell On Heels

Characters: Cas x Sister!Reader, Sam, Dean, and a bit of John

Word Count: 4443

Warnings: Sassy reader, Cas is an awkward little nugget, canon typical violence

Summary: This is part two to “Spread the Word Around– the Girl’s Back in Town”. The reader reveals a bit of her history. Meanwhile, Team Free Will, along with its newest member, set out to take on what should be a relatively easy case. Things do not go as planned, which works to the benefit of a certain shy angel.

A/N: So this is long overdue. Sorry. It’s a bit disjointed because I started it and then stopped and worked on something else... Apologies for that. I started out with this imagine in mind, and it kinda grew from there. Italics are reader’s thoughts. Thinking of making this a series. Let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy! As always, thanks for reading! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

Read Part 1 here.

The protesting creak of a nearby door coupled with the muted sound of feet thudding down the hallway pulled you from your midnight reverie. Making your way quietly to the open doorway of your room, you scanned the hallway for the source of the noises, your eyes landing on a retreating figure of over six feet. With an annoyed groan, you made you way closer to the hulking mass that was trying to sneak down the hall like a teenager after curfew.

Let’s play guess the idiot. Too tall to be Cas. Can’t tell if it’s Sam or Dean yet from this far away, though he’s stumbling, whoever he is. Most likely Dean, in from a night out that hopefully won’t make me an aunt.

“Have a good time, did ya, brother mine?” you asked with a smirk, switching on the overhead lights. At the sound of your voice, the figure spun, albeit clumsily, to see who made the noise. With one hand to his head and the other groping the wall for support, Sam took a less than elegant stumble backward.

“Y/N? What’re you doooin up ssso late?” he slurred with a bleary smile. Sam was apparently a happy drunk, you mused, shaking off the surprise of being met by your youngest brother rather than your oldest one. Moving toward you, the moose of a man began to teeter.

“Whoa, there, Sammy. Slow your roll. There’s no way I can pick you and me both up off of this floor if you go all timber on me,” you cautioned. “Let’s get your ass to bed. I’ll lecture you in the morning.”

“Mmmm’kay, Y/N. I’m ssleeepy anyway,” he said in an exaggerated whisper.

How much liquor does it even take to get Samsquatch here drunk? Dear Lord, I hate to even imagine.

You trailed a tromping Sam back to his room, made him take off his shoes before he got in bed, and sat the ibuprofen he kept in his nightstand out for him when he woke up.

Damn grown man needs to be told to take his shoes off before he gets in bed. How the hell did he even get this drunk? And how can a guy that hits his head on ceiling fans regularly look so much like a little kid?

Sam was snuggled under the covers with a peaceful look on his face. Cracking one eye open, he attempted to whisper again, “Y/N, why were you even up? Ssssssssomething wrong?”

And on that he chooses to have a little clarity. The man that didn’t even remember his head– not his feet– goes on the pillow has the sense about him to ask why I’m up at this ungodly hour. Figures. Intuitive little shit.

“Shut up, Sammy. You’re drunk. Go to sleep,” you grumbled, hating that your little brother, even in his inebriated state, had managed to see that something was wrong.

Sighing, you made your way back to your room and plopped down face-first on the bed. You’d had a lot of these nights lately.

I am normally not a philosophical person, but there’s something about randomly escaping hell that makes a person ponder a few things. It all started when I was born… Kidding. Kinda.

Mostly, you thought about what had gotten you to this point. As Dean often reminded people, hunters never got to be kids, and you were no exception. From the moment you’d been big enough to carry a sawed-off, you’d been sleuthing, shooting, and salting. That’s not to say you didn’t enjoy it– most of the time.

Despite growing up a hunter, you’d been relatively sheltered from heartache until your mom had passed. She went down in typical hunter fashion, sacrificing herself to kill the demon that had possessed her. I come by this hero complex honest.

You did the best you could after her death, giving her a hunter’s funeral in the sticks somewhere in Alabama. It was the first time you were truly alone, and you didn’t know how to handle it. Cue obligatory reckless streak.

Amidst said reckless streak, you’d come upon daddy dearest. Yes. None other than John Winchester. You’d planned to ignore him, laying low until you knocked off that vetala. Well, as per usual, things didn’t go as planned; one vetala turned out to be two, and you were in need of a little saving. Enter John. He’d been on the same hunt– Shocker– and had come prepared. Curse you and your research, John Winchester. Needless to say, he saved your ass. What stung was that he had no clue who you were.

Well, as the whiskey got to flowing that night– Don’t judge me. I had a rough day. Whiskey is the grownup version of a blanky– so did the truth bombs. One right after the other. By the end of the night, you were both spent. He had a daughter. You had a near-death experience. I feel like we were pretty equal there. You know, on the whole shock factor thing. You agreed to stay in touch.

And so you did. You’d occasionally update each other on your cases, swapping information and tips, sharing about your lives and the years you’d missed together, and growing comfortable enough to joke around. It was all fine and dandy until your old man called you up for a little help on a case. Sam and Dean were in school, and he needed an extra pair of hands.

Probably just a couple of vamps, he said. Probably new changelings, he said. We’ll probably be done before lunch, he said. It’ll be easy, he said.

Turns out John was wrong. What he thought was a small nest– one, maybe two, tops– turned out to be about fifteen. Why they were all together and how they managed to tolerate each other is still a mystery.

Nest, my ass. Frigging hive is what it was.

You two gave it your damnedest. You held your own for a while, the quick movements of your machetes creating a steady rhythm of whooshing sounds punctuated by the sickening crunch of metal on bone as they sliced through the air and hit their targets. The two of you moved in tandem, as though you’d been working together your whole life.

Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I suppose.

Things were going great. Until they weren’t. All it took was a slight hesitation; one small slip of the hand. You were down to the last two; one for each of you. You squared up to smaller of the two, leaving John with his more even match. The fights that ensued were anything but easy. The two of you were already exhausted, covered in blood, and running on fumes. To say you were less than sharp was more than fair. You were both sloppy, but you managed to get the job done.

You got all the way back to the impala, congratulating yourselves on a job well done, before you noticed the blood seeping through the left leg of John’s jeans. And, holy hell, was there a lot of it. Femoral artery injuries can be a bitch. Exsanguination is not a painful death, but it’s a slow one; a death that fills its victims with a sense of hopelessness.

No matter how tightly you compressed. No matter how many layers of bandages and fast food napkins and shirt hems you piled on. No matter how fast you drove. It didn’t make a difference. That was the palest you’d ever seen him, his head lulled over, his short, rapid breaths creating little puffs of fog on the window. Your first thought was about the boys. You thought, I can’t let them go through what I went through. They already lost their mom. What’ll happen to them?

In your muddled mind, there was only one valid course of action. You found the nearest crossroads and did what had to be done. You made a deal– his life for yours. And the hero complex rears its ugly head, yet again. Here’s to hoping Sam and Dean never find out. But, if we’re being honest here, I was pissed as he– well… You get the point. I was really mad when he ended up down under literally right after me. I mean, how is that fair? To him, to me, to the boys? Fate has a twisted sense of humor.

This hunt and the literal hell you’d gone through after plagued your dreams when you did sleep.

When you couldn’t sleep, which was most of the time, you wondered who pulled you out of hell and why. At the same time, you were trying to adjust to life with your two hulking brothers and their ever so heavenly resident angel.

My brain has too many tabs open. I even think about overthinking.

Sam and Dean were loud, obnoxious, and messy. The bunker had been their man cave until you came along, and they were still getting used to how the fairer sex preferred to live. You know, sans unpleasant aromas, constant nudity, and leftovers that could be mistaken for a science project. I know, I know. It’s a lot to ask. Apparently I’m high maintenance.

To add to your frustration, Cas would not speak to you. Would. Not. Do. It. He still popped in from time to time. He just never spoke to you.

Okay, buddy, I’m not sure what your definition of ‘later’ is, but it’s been like a month, and I still have no clue who this damn pizza guy is and what the hell he taught you. Am I allowed to cuss at a celestial being? Ah, well. Who cares? What are they gonna do, send me to hell?

You snorted at your own joke, noticing the time flashing on your alarm clock. It’s an acceptable time for a normal human being to be awake. I need coffee.

You padded down the hall to the kitchen, grumbling greetings at a half-asleep Dean. You sat down with your oversized mug of coffee– Ah, sweet nectar of life–and skimmed the local newspaper. Seeing an article detailing a possible serial killer that had targeted upper-class men in swanky bars, you sighed, thunking your coffee cup down on the scarred table. You read further into the article, which chronicled methodology– cracked chests, hearts squeezed to mush, and bodies drained down to the last pint.

This is our kind of weird. At least this one is close to home.

“Sam. Dean. Wake up. Rise and shine, boys!” you shouted from your seat.

“What the hell do you want at seven in the morning on a Saturday? This is my day off,” Dean grumbled as he entered the room. Sam, who had skipped his morning run– probably because of the massive hangover he had. No judgement. Just saying.– came in just moments after, his hair sticking up in wild tufts, eyes matted and sleepy.

“Do you have to be so loud? Let’s all use our inside voices today,” he suggested, moving to the coffee pot.

“I think I have something. It could be nothing, but it’s at our back door, so I’d rather be safe than sorry. Police are investigating a possible serial killer, but I’ve never heard of a serial killer that squeezes hearts and sucks blood just for shits and giggles,” you explained.

“We can think about it when we get there. We need see more of what’s going on before we jump to conclusions anyway,” Dean replied, leaning on the door jamb.

“Finally learn your lesson about being prepared, eh, Dean?” Sam mocked, wincing at the bitterness of the brew in his cup.

“I HAD THE DAMN SIREN I WOULD’VE BEEN FINE,” Dean insisted. Seeing Sam’s wince at his volume, he asked with a smug grin,” DOES MY YELLING BOTHER YOU?”

“Boys, boys. Settle down. If you keep this arguing up, I swear to you, you’ll regret it,” you cautioned, your lack of sleep causing your already thin patience to wane further.

“Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do?” Dean tossed over his shoulder as he went to get his grab bag.

That is it. Last straw. Overgrown brats of brothers. You will rue the day you didn’t heed my words, Winchester. You asked for this.

Seeing your glare morph into a smirk, Sam must’ve known you were planning to make Dean pay in a big way, because he said, “You two are so much alike.”

“I know. It’s like we’re related or something,” you quipped, jumping up from the table to stash your go bag in Baby’s trunk.

How can two people make such a short car ride so unbearable?

From the second you shut the car doors– slammed, according to Dean– your brothers had been bickering. The music was too loud. The sound of Sam’s keyboard clicking was annoying. The heat was too hot. The air was too cold. Dean’s driving wasn’t up to par. The list goes on. Any attempts from you to referee were promptly shut down with a double brother glare.

Oh, Castiel, mighty angel of the Lord, with your majestic and fluffy wings, please, if it’s not too much trouble, CAN YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND USE YOUR PROFOUND BOND WITH DEAN TO MAKE HIM SHUT THE HELL UP? Thank you.

You praised the gods when you pulled up in front of the county courthouse, parallel parking on Main Street. Gee, thanks for the help, Cas.

You stopped and spun around, taking in your surroundings. Blink and you’ll miss downtown.

Putting on your best confident I-belong-here-I’m-in-charge look, you strode purposefully through the door, approaching the sweet-looking old secretary sitting behind the front desk. “Hi there… Margery,” you said, reading her nametag. You flashed your forged credentials. “I’m Special Agent Page, and these are my associates, Agents Bonham and Plant. We’ve been called in to have a look at this series of murders you have. Could you please point me in the direction of some case files? We just need copies. We wouldn’t want to trouble you all. Be in your hair and all that.”

“Why, of course I will. Let me just grab those for you. It’s no trouble at all,” she said with a smile.

You twiddled your thumbs waiting for Margery to come back, hoping the bickering would hold off at least until you left the courthouse. No such luck. Apparently, Sam was too close to Dean and was breathing down his neck. Amidst their squabble, Cas decided to make an appearance, earning a muffled scream from you. Margery chose this moment to reappear.

“Weren’t there only three of you before?” she asked, beginning to look suspicious.

“Yes, ma’am, but this is our new trainee, Agent Jones. He was letting our supervisor know we’d arrived. Isn’t that right, Jones?” you replied, elbowing the angel in the ribs to cue his response.

You honest to God chose this moment to show up? Say something, dammit. Before she realizes we’re frauds and calls us on it. It’s not that hard. Open your mouth. Use your words.

“That is correct,” he grumbled.

“I’ll just take those files from you. You should hear back from us within a few hours,” you said, prying the files from her still suspicious hands and making a beeline for the door.

“The next time you all pull something like that, I will end your lives, bring you back, and end them again. Am I clear?” you huffed, slamming the door to the impala, on purpose this time. Seeing Cas reluctantly slide in beside you, you addressed him. And you! I asked for your help earlier, and you left me high and dry. They are driving me insane in the membrane. Insane in the brain! Shit, now I have that song stuck in my head. Now see what you’ve done?

The car ride to a local diner was blissfully quiet. Apparently, death threats have a calming effect on this crowd. Duly noted.

After poring over the files Margery had been so kind as to give you, you all decided you were dealing with a lamia. You discussed the best means of disposal over your pie, ignoring the stares of the other patrons. Your rag tag little team had noodled out a tentative plan: you’d get all dolled up and go into the bar, look around, and signal the guys when you saw anything suspicious; one of the guys would act as bait, luring the lamia into a conveniently secluded alley, and the other two would be ready with a blessed knife and some rosemary, just in case. Sounds simple enough. I am gonna need some supplies though. I tell ya. I can’t even remember the last time I got all dolled up.

“Oh, brother mine!” Your sing-songy tone was bound to get on Dean’s nerves, but you needed a ride. “How much do you love me?”

“Depends on why you’re asking,” he said hesitantly.

“Oh, it’s nothing major… I just need a ride to town. I have to grab a few things before we head back out for the hunt tonight,” you said sweetly, twirling a lock of hair around your finger, trying to look innocent. Okay. Cue puppy dog eyes.

“Fine,” he huffed. “Let me get my keys. Sam! Ca–“ He cut off abruptly when Cas, ever ignorant of the concept of personal space, popped up comically close to Dean’s face. I thought I was your favorite Winchester? Too bad, angel boy. We could’ve had some fun.

Apparently Cas hadn’t headed your warnings to stay out of your head. He turned a deep crimson, cleared his throat, and stepped back from your eldest brother, leaving a very confused but relieved Dean to wonder what could possibly make an angel blush. Still, all you got was side eye.

“You were about to call for me?” Cas asked Dean, his gaze flitting around the room, landing on anything but you.

So that’s how it’s gonna be. Alright. Let me think about what I want to get while we’re out. A short dress? I think yes. Tight or loose? Who am I kidding? Tight it is. I’ll need some new underwear… These aren’t really suited for a tight dress– unsightly lines and all that. Where will I keep my gun?

The angel’s complexion rivaled that of a tomato at this point, and bless Dean’s soul, he spoke up. Spontaneous combustion isn’t easy to clean up, and you didn’t relish the thought of scraping bits of Cas off the wall. “Yeah…” he started hesitantly. “I just wanted to let you and Sam know Y/N and I are headed to town. Keep us posted if anything changes.”

“We will. I believe Sam and I are about to depart to ask for the blessing of a priest on your knife,” Cas said in reply.

As Dean nodded and turned to go, you mirrored his movements, throwing a wink over your shoulder at the flustered angel. I’m on a roll. Got Cas on my way to get Dean.

The unshakeable, unphasable Dean Winchester was shell shocked by the end of your little trip. He’d been subjected to horrors even his stint in hell hadn’t shown him. The dad bench at Victoria’s secret? Yeah, he’d been plucked from that with an, “I need your opinion, little brother.” The lounge chairs outside Sephora? Yeah, he’d been jerked from those to “help swatch”. The cologne display in your favorite department store? Yeah, he’d been yanked from there to assess which dress was “sexy but not slutty”. Even the sanctuary of the food court, practically holy ground, wasn’t safe. Apparently, a sale on shoes trumped his nachos. He drove home on autopilot, eyes focused on the road, doing the speed limit for once. You chuckled to yourself. Serves him right.

As soon as you pulled in the garage, you hopped out of the car, dashing toward the bathroom with your new purchases. So much to do, so little time. I’m not usually a frilly person, but doesn’t every girl get a little excited when she has an excuse to shake it up every now and then? You passed a very confused Sam and Cas, who questioned Dean about the haunted look in his eyes. Putting on your playlist and laughing when “Hell on Heels” came on, you settled in for the long haul.

Three hours. Three hours is how long it took to create your cascading ringlets, to carefully carve your face with the sticky tubes and pots you’d tested on Dean’s forearm, to strap on those ungodly undergarments, and to stuff yourself into a dress that left very little to the imagination. Now if you could just figure out how to fasten your shoes without busting out of said dress like biscuits out of their can. “Help! I need someone to…” you trailed off, seeing your brothers, shadowed by their angel friend, come crashing through the door.

“You said, ‘help’ and we assumed the worst,” Sam shrugged.

Dean let out a whistle. “Damn, Sam, our sister is a girl after all. How nice. Now cover up.” His glare rivaled the one he’d had in place when you dragged him to look at earrings, insisting he hold them up to his ear so you could see how they hung. He shed his outer shirt, wrapping it backward around your chest.

“This is the point, Dean. Gotta blend in; make ‘em think I’m a working girl,” you chuckled, tossing the flannel off. “You know, the classy kind.”

“Can you even sit down?” Sam asked.

“No. Sitting is for quitters.” You snatched your shoes from the box, and asked sweetly, “Now, who will be a dear and help me put these on?”

How many Winchesters does it take to get a pair of shoes on?

Castiel did his signature head-turn-squint, and you exasperatedly answered his nonverbal question, “It’s a joke, Cas. Take my word for it.”

You shakily walked around, testing your balance. You know how sailors get sea legs? I think women get heel legs. Someone make me one of those honorary pins.

Meanwhile, the heavenly being in the room had yet to take his eyes off you. You’re giving me siren flashbacks here. Stop being creepy and say something, weirdo. The squeaky wheel gets the grease, my fine feathered friend. This confused squint you ignored, opting to hobble to the garage.

You piled into the impala, praying the whole way the stitching in your dress was as strong as your love of your modesty, what little you’d preserved, anyway. The ride there was short and silent, oddly enough. You’d been over the plan at least a hundred times in your mind. You knew exactly what to do.

But, because nothing can ever be simple, especially when Winchesters are involved, things got messy. Long story short, you ended up flat on your ass in the alley behind the bar, the lamia above you. “Come on, now. Let’s settle this like adults. Woman to woman,” you choked out. It’s rather hard to speak when there’s a Grecian monster limiting your air supply.

“I can’t let some hunter ruin my fun, now can I?” she trilled, releasing her grip by a fraction of an inch.

“I mean, you can do whatever you want,” you said with a wink.

“What I want to do is this,” she said with a crooked smile. You could feel the skin on your chest tightening, being pulled taut as your chest began to crack open, ribs straining and bending before snapping. You choked out a half-formed scream as your air supply was firmly cut off. The edges of your vision tinged black as you struggled to hang on to consciousness.

The cavalry has arrived! Your little team made quick work of killing the lamia, Sam landing a solid stab to the back of her neck while she was focused on you, Dean and Cas not far behind.

“Damn it, Sam! Did you have to go for the throat? I’m covered in blood,” you grumbled as you swiped at the sticky rust colored liquid before deciding it was hopeless. “Where were you all? Better late than never, I guess.”

“What a shame. I guess that means your dress is donezo.” Dean grinned at the thought, ignoring your question.

You just rolled your eyes, and hopped up, taking inventory of your injuries. Seeing that you’d only sustained some broken ribs and shallow scratches, you celebrated. “Bam, bitches! Me, two. Death, ZERO. Sorry I couldn’t be your main squeeze, sweetie,” you spat at the lifeless lump of a lamia.

“SHHH DON’T SAY THAT HE’LL HEAR YOU!” Dean cautioned with wide eyes.

“Good. We can go for pizza. I hear he’s into that. I’m starving,” you replied, kicking off your shoes for the walk back to the car.

“When are you not starving?” Sam and Dean asked in unison.

“Stop that. It’s creepy. Just shut up and feed me.” You looked around, wondering aloud, “Where’d angel boy go?”

“Guess you scared him off, Y/N. Shame. I’d like to have him for a brother-in-law,” Sam teased, attempting to ruffle your hair.

Joke’s on you, dude. My hair is so full of hairspray and blood, I’m pretty sure you couldn’t get it to mess up if you took a belt grinder to it. You chuckled, seeing Sam’s disgusted look when he pulled his hand back and wiped it on his shirt. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. Seriously, though, we’re getting food, right?”

Post pizza pitstop, Dean, who was keyed up from the hunt and his near death experience at the mall, decided to burn some rubber. Partially to burn off steam; partially to get back at you. You were white-knuckling it on the bench seat. Cas, take the wheel.

“I do not understand why you feel as though I should pilot this vehicle,” your resident angel said dryly, appearing in the seat next to you.

“God! You scared me,” you squealed, your fist connecting with his upper arm, your attention quickly returning to your brothers in the front seat when Dean swerved in reaction to the new addition to the car.

This is it. This is the end. It won’t be a monster that gets me. It’ll be a damn tree.

“We have been over this. I am no longer God,” Castiel huffed, rubbing his shoulder. You looked over to him, catching a glimpse of the look he was giving you.

Did he just roll his freaking eyes at me? Are you serious? Like, I’m the one that taught him that. Oh, he’s gonna pay for that one. And not in the good kind of way.

At that, the angel blushed, turning his head to look out the window, his hand tentatively finding yours in the backseat. You laced his fingers with yours, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

Sure took you long enough.

At that, Cas laughed, bringing the back of your hand to his lips, earning a groan from both of your brothers.

“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives,” Dean mocked.

“Wait, how do you know that quote? It’s from a daytime soap opera. Dean, are you cheating on Dr. Sexy?” Sam snickered.

“You realize that understanding the reference indicates that you also enjoy daytime television, right, Sam?” Cas interjected.

“Sometimes it pays to know a guy that can read minds,” you said with a smile, bursting into laughter, stopping short when your ribs protested. It was worth it. High five for making them squirm.

Your brothers in the front seat and your angel in the back. What more could a girl ask for?

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Burning Cities. Chapter one: I'm Leaving

Imagine waking up to the view of miles of clear sky, cut by jagged, dark mountains. Every day, this is what I see, a full view from a huge window in my room. I suppose that it's normal though. almost everyone I know has a similar home, built into the mountains. the poorer a person is, though, may leave them with an apartment or something within the mountain. anyway, that would be normal living for a Sky Islander.

While this is an awesome view to wake up to, the fact that my siblings like to play pranks on me, and have set my alarm clock two hours earlier than it's supposed to be, tends to spoil the view.

I have a lot of my favorite bands and characters posted on my wall with holo-posters. some mornings I get freaked out, because they pop out and look almost real, but i mostly do that after a rough sleep. like this morning.

Mika Dimatsu is one of my favorite singers, and i have her album from thirty twenty eight, chasing escape, above my bed, which involves her sprinting out of the poster with a bunch of fictional animals chasing after her. yep.

I freak out quietly for five seconds, then gain my composure again, which isn't much, since I just woke up.

Anyways, my schedule usually has me get up about three hours before school, which starts at eleven am, and that includes the hour it takes to get to school. i`m currently up at six am, which sucks.

I suppose i could try to fall back asleep, but i know for a fact that that wouldn't work. Instead i go to my guitar, which, might I add, is actually a physical instrument, and pretty much the coolest thing i own. This particular one was made around twenty sixty seven, around when people stopped making real instruments for regular people, and is the most expensive thing I own. If you're in an orchestra, or something like that, you can apply to get one, but most people are not interested nowadays. I'm incredibly lucky that my grandfather gifted it to me when I was ten.

It`s a little sad, y`know. I mean, yeah, there are things like HI, or programs you can run that will let you make entire musical works on your own. Heck, I even have a holo-tar, and it's really awesome. But, honestly, nothing beats strumming a real guitar with physical strings. it`s a beautiful feeling.

while I probably could start playing it now, considering our house has sound proof walls, necessary from being next to a wind farm, I just get my holo-tar set up, put in some headphones, and play. I play a part of a Dmitri Harris song, which contains a lot of sound shifting. He did have a tendency to make really complex music, shifting through at least six different types of guitar, and sometimes other instruments entirely, in under a minute. Although, most of his work ranges from four to twenty minutes long. he actually contributed to the making of the holo-tar by playing guitar along with these holo-tech people so they could ensure that the holo-tar measured up to the real thing back, way back in the twenty five thousands. It's pretty awesome. I really want to be a musician when I grow up. Granted, showing up in person to meet any fans or doing interviews would probably be horrible, because I have some... Issues... But still, there are ways around that. Like, holographic versions of me, and virtual reality concerts are super cool. There is, in all honesty, plenty of ways to be a star from your living room, if I'm being honest

But that's a long ways away, and i need to be by far more skilled by then. so for now, I stick to my bedroom, write some of my own songs, and that sort of junk.

I spend around an hour doing the whole pondering music and playing. I also continue to see I'm nowhere near as good as Dmitri. or Mika. I'm not that good. oh well. I stop when my stomach growls. I did skip dinner to catch a film when the least amount of people were there.

I grab a pair of sweats and a holo-tee, easily finding them with the organizer device my dad set up. It's useful, up until you get to food. there are quite a few bugs in that specific area. Suffice to say milk in the freezer, and eggs, somehow, in the oven make a problem.

I head out of my room, over to the bathroom, to brush my curls, wash my face, and clean off, before getting into the bath. When I'm done I change back into my clothes, and putter out and down the two flights of stairs, we have a slightly larger than average house, and head to the kitchen. Perks of having an engineer for a dad, and a patrol officer for a mom.

When I get there, my mom is making her lunch and getting ready for work.

She has a really cool job in the Sky Patrol. This means she gets to fly around the island in a glider suit, with a few extra parts than your average glider suit, and watch out for criminal activity, like thieves, or murders, and that sort of thing. It's awesome, but I don't think I could do it. A few months ago, one of my mom's friends got kidnapped and cut up, because she stopped this big slave trade from going down. It`s rather horrifying. My mom almost quit her job because of it. But she stayed, said it was pointless, if not worse for the Island, if she gave up.

Most people don't care that much about who my mom is, even though she's borderline a superhero, mostly because the force is made up of women, but if my dad joined, people would be much more curious. He’s quite a bit heavier, and Sky Patrol members usually have to be very light. He has too have a specialty suit in order for it to work properly. Granted, his job is pretty cool, too. He operates at an energy facility, hence why we get a sound proofed house. he, along with several others people, help maintain the wind turbines, which is incredibly dangerous. For one, we`re on a mountain, so he could fall off, and the wind is crazy strong. also the reason why most places like where I live have exits built to less windy areas that require you to navigate inside the mountain.

Back to what's happening.

I say,"Morning."

She looks over to me, surprised, but smiles, and says," Skyler? morning. why are you up so early?"

I grab a box of wheat puffs from the cupboard, and respond with," Alarm clock went off early."

She nods," So what've you been doing all morning?"

Really? I couldn’t have avoided this?

I sigh," Using my holo-tar."

she frowns a little, but continues, sounding every bit like this is a normal conversation, not her disapproving of anything," hmm, fun hobby."

I groan. we've had this conversation many times before.

she says," You have two years left. You need to start thinking about this, and when you get back, you need a job that can support you. Music is not gonna do that, unless you get extremely lucky."

I push out a puff of breath," Mom, I know, and I'll figure it out. And, anyway, engineering, and sky patrol are a lot more difficult than music. For me, at least."

she snorts," yeah, but they pay better, and are a lot more practical."

"Mom, you don't get that I'm not good at either of those. I never will be. Plus, what’s practical about almost getting killed, maimed, or something on a regular basis?"

"You can get a job elsewhere." she says, turning to look at me.

I give her a look. she purses her lips.

To explain what's happening, I have seven siblings, four sisters , technically five, and three brothers.

The ,technically, eldest is Kaya, and she moved out to be a teacher. My oldest brother, Rin, is in training to become a surgeon (he's still living with us for now while studying). Jay is planning on going into anthropology, and Finch wants to go into marine biology, and they will be eighteen in a couple months, so they have to go In Land soon. My sisters Siana, Sierra, and Silvia are planning to go into become soldiers for the Sky Island military, but they're all seventeen right now. Raina, the actual oldest, she left, and stayed In Land. we don't talk about her.

essentially, no one is going into the careers either of our parents picked, so they want me to, and disapprove of any other job. It kinda sucks being the youngest sometimes. Not that I can admit it out loud. Though, every part of the family has it’s downsides, I suppose.

she gives it up this morning, " Well, I have to head out to work. Love you."

I give a tight lipped smile back, " love you, too." which I do. But sometimes, well, she's a bit pushy.

I'm left alone in the kitchen, with my thoughts.

I suppose this is a topic coming up lately. I will be eighteen in TWO YEARS. not much time. I mean, yeah, I could leave and go In Land early. the whole rule is you can go inland, to Maine or Main Land, after the age of eleven, at the earliest, and, at the latest, eighteen. you spend a year there, try to survive, and decide whether you want to stay there or come home. I don't know who made it a law, but everyone from the Islands has to go In Land at some point; after that one year there is no travel between them, you have to stay where you pick, back too the Islands, or stay In Land. it's also impossible to get a stable connection between the places. You can't call, you can't text, you can't do anything. I don't know why. I've also heard about people sending actual mail, but everyone I know who's tried that never get anything back. to be fair, most people who leave permanently don't really care about their families or friends. Either that, or they have none, I guess.

My friends and I plan on going together on my 18th birthday, seeing as I'm the oldest. My friends are Raven and Fred. Raven is pretty cool, she was born on Sky Island, but her dad's a Sun Islander, so she has really dark skin, and she’s really tall, so you can pick her out of a crowd easily. She also has this weird thing that's different from anything either of her parents have, which is naturally blonde hair. Raven was named after a white raven that her grandmother saw while her mother was pregnant with her. They're all certain it was fake, considering she always had hallucinations in her life. But, well, there is still some superstitious stuff about all that, which I like to keep an open mind about. I don’t fully believe it, but it’s still interesting.

Okay, so Fred is the product of an ex Sky Devil member (which was a really cool gang that actually messed with a lot of slavers and pirates), and an indie filmmaker. He looks like your average sky islander, dark hair, hazel eyes, and just really soft smooth skin. Hes a bit darker than most people i know, and a bit taller then me. When we were in middle school, i had a crush on him, but we were friends and i didnt want it to be weird. Hes really a cool guy, and he loves old Sci-Fi movies, plus he's really into video games. It's kinda weird how he constantly has a conspiracy theory for, like, everything, but he's generally iced.

Not gonna lie, iced was one dumb slang term that came up around the twenty nine forty's, but Fred got me using it ironically, and, well, it stuck.

I have known Fred since i was a baby. our families are relatively close. Raven and i met when we were in grade five. she moved from the east side of the island to go further into the mountain ranges. I suppose people were prejudiced to her and her father there. If it weren't for how well off they are, they probably would have been stuck there, or, possibly, she would never exist to begin with.

Anyway, I sit down to eat, when Rin walks in, face down to a textbook. I take a few bites, watching him go about his regular routine.

He looks a lot like our dad, which, I suppose, makes a lot of sense. We share the same dad, but he was, which is what the triplets like to call him, a test tube baby. My dad and his late husband did look kind off similar. they also adopted Kaya, Jay, and Raina. Then, his husband died, but after that, he felt obligated to give his kids a second parent, and married my mom. She was a single mother, raising Finch plus the triplets together, and was having a hard time. They actually got along quite well, which is why they got married so quickly. He planned on searching for a while, but, they fell in love. After that, they had me.

Rin put the textbook down, and heads over to the refrigerator.

I say,"Morning."

He turns his head a little, before going back to searching,"Morning."

Really, all there is for the next ten minutes is silence and searching. When he sits down to eat, he continues to read.

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