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#i do think the dad is hot. and i’m tired of pretending i don’t
berzahoes · 4 months
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manifestation, baby! | tom blyth
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summary: fans find out tom’s girlfriend has an old youtube channel where she reviewed the ballad of songbirds and snakes (and she definitely manifested her life)
an: the way i thought about this idea and quickly wrote it down so i didn’t forget it. i used to have an app that made those fake tweets but i’m just tired to make fake profiles 😭 maybe i’ll change it later idk
for the purpose of this imagine, let’s pretend tbosas book was published between 2017-2019
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tomblythxsnow apparently tom’s girlfriend has an old youtube channel where she reviews books and she reviewed the ballad of songbirds and snakes and she literally manifested her future 😭
lucymygf WHATTT WHATS HER CHANNEL NAME
tomblythxsnow it’s yn’s book corner. she hasn’t posted since 2019 ngl i need her to review a little life because that book destroyed me
nat76_ omg i used to watch her videos!! i’m still subscribed to her 😭 i remember only buying and reading the books she liked because i wanted to be her so bad
j4ckaszlol “if someone ever makes a movie adaptation of this book and casts someone attractive to play snow then i am sorry for the person i become” REALLLLL
graybairdsmockingjay dude the part where she said “i’m calling it now whoever plays young snow will be my boyfriend. movie studios always cast someone attractive as the younger version of a character!” MY JAW DROPPED SHE NEEDS TO TELL ME HER WAYS
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“guess what rachel just sent me.” you heard tom say when he arrived to your shared apartment.
“wedding invitations?!” you gasped as you almost stood up from the sofa since you were watching reruns of criminal minds, but tom stopped you.
“no, it’s better!” tom sat beside you and showed you his phone. “why didn’t you tell me you had a youtube channel?” on his phone screen was your review of the ballad of songbirds and snakes, which had become a very popular video over the past couple of days.
you hid your face with a pillow and groaned. “don’t remind me. i just wanted to talk about my books and my family didn’t care. don’t watch it! it’s embarrassing!”
“i think it’s cute. aw look, your dog made a cameo!” he pointed at your old dog you used to have that walked into the frame.
“indi! no, come sit right here. oh . . . and she’s walking away. okay, anyways.” your younger self said in the video
“indi? why Indi?” tom asked you even though you were still hiding from embarrassment.
“after indiana jones. my dad and i loved those movies and he gifted me indi as a birthday present.” you confessed.
“love, don’t be embarrassed. i think it’s cute that you manifested your life according to the comments on instagram,” tom paused the video then cuddled up to you. “i won’t watch it if you don’t want me to.”
“it’s fine, i just didn’t think anyone would find it. we can watch it together.” you uncovered yourself and sat down properly to watch the video with tom. before he pressed the play button and together you watch your younger self review the book.
“i’ve read all the hunger games books at least four times and this one did not disappoint. but i do hope whoever ends up being cast as young snow is someone hot. i’m sorry it’s the rules! and they will be my boyfriend, i’m calling dibs.”
tom smirked at you. “if only younger you could see you now.”
“she would definitely think ‘wow, how did we pull this beautiful man?’ then be confused as to why the hunger games and fnaf is trending in 2023.”
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ynlovesbooks told ya. love you tomblyth ❤️
rachelzegler she is THAT girl
ynlovesbooks no u
everdeenx12 bestie he’s EVIL
ynlovesbooks he’s a walking red flag but my favorite color is red 😍
chamaletproblems pls tell me how you did this
ynlovesbooks i figured out who they were casting and kept him hostage until he agreed to be my bf
tomblyth true
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belaofarc · 5 months
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✩࿐࿔ Phone call
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Step dad!John wick x reader
Summary: You’re needy step dad John interrupts your phone call for night time activities.
TW: NSFW, stepcest, strong language
Word count: 1902
It’s late at night and you’re on the phone with your best friend, conversing about random topics.
“Soooo… how’s that step dad of yours?” She asked flirtatiously
“Shut up, he’s not that hot!”
You exclaimed, trying not to sound too enthralled.
“Ugh fine Anyways, there's this guy at my work and he’s really hot, I want him so bad I wanna cry like he needs to come place a ring on my finger.”
“What does he look like?” You asked curiously
Lilium sent you his account while going on forever about her hot co worker.
Until you heard a noise at your door.
Your step dad walks in, his eyes tired, but you could tell he was extremely needy.
And when your mom wasn’t home or awake to satisfy his needs, your always his go too.
He gets on top of you, your bottom half kinda hanging off the bed, as your laying across your bed.
you flash him an annoyed look, Causing him to grab you by the hair.
“Why are you being so bitchy tonight, don’t act like you don’t beg me to fuck that wet cunt every chance you get, now that your on the phone with that little friend of yours you wanna act different, god forbid she knew you were such a cock slut for your own step father.”
He teased in a menacing tone.
“Yeah John, as if” you replied back while rolling your eyes, you go back to listening to Lilium’s ramblings.
until you go blank as your step dad starts playing with your cunt.
His large veiny middle finger slowly going in and out your tight cunt making wet noises.
“Wet for me already” he teased
You cover your mouth to silence your moans, you want to be loud but you know what would happen if your mom caught the two of you together.
“Mmmmm” you accidentally slip out, john bends down near your ear to shush you, while placing kisses on your neck.
“What did you say?”
Asked Lilium concerned cause you haven’t said anything for a while, as she was rambling.
“Oh yes, i agree you should totally ask for his n-number, he seems t-totally with it”
You stutter out while your step dad is still fingering your wet cunt with his pointer and middle finger.
“Purk that pretty ass up for daddy” He growled.
You hesitated a bit, a little nervous cause your friend would probably be able to hear every little noise, but you complied.
“You're such a good girl for daddy doing as your told and being such a good little slut.”
He degraded you as he started sliding his 12 inch cock along your cunt.
“Mhm~” you muffledly replied back with your hand covering your mouth trying not to make any noise, very nervous and a little overwhelmed at how easy it is to make you melt as his touch.
You were practically a slave to his dick and he knew it.
“Y-you should maybe ask for his Instagram, just say you would like to hang out after work or s-something”
You told Lilium trying to pretend like your not being stimulated by your own step father.
“Yes I was thinking that too but I’m too nervous… might have to hold him at gunpoint for it”
“He’s finna meet his ma-“
You were shortly cut off from your sentence as your step dad had started entering your tight cunt, every inch he got deeper filling you up, a mix between pain and pleasure. Making you feel like you're suffocating, trying your best not to moan as loud as you can to alarm Lilium nor your sleeping mother.
“That’s right, that’s my good little princess. Begging your step dad to fuck you while your mother is asleep in the other room… but you like that, don’t you?”
He teased while simultaneously pounding your insides making you want to do nothing but cry from the fact you're practically being torn apart by your moms fiance.
“Y-yes daddy…” You accidentally choked.
“Y/n… no we aren’t doing this tonight” Said Lilium making it clear she can hear your moans but thinks your fake moaning, in which case you could NOT let her find out your being fucked by your own step dad.
“I’m just being silly tonight.” You replied while huffing.
Mouth halfway open from salvation at how good it feels finally being satisfied.
“You better stop being so loud princess, or you’ll get us caught”
His words not doing anything but making you want to make more loud noises at how his words vibrate into your ears making you wanna cum.
You put your phone down, the feelings of his cock too much to not ignore.
“F-fuck yes” You huffed as he continues to stretch your aching cunt, causing you to put your hand over your mouth trying not to make any loud accidental noises
“Mmm you love when daddy fucks you don’t you?” his hands placed on both your sides as he continues pounding you mercilessly.
You’re so cock drunk you can’t even hear what Lilium nor your step dad is telling you anymore, All you know is that you never want this feeling to end.
“Fuck- I mean yes I agree your manager is a bitch”
“That’s what I’m saying like I’m so, so tired of her I just… I just can’t”
She replied back in a fustrated tone.
“That’s right keep talking baby, I’m not even here” said John as he’s still plowing your cunt, the idea of your dad fucking you whilst your trying your best not to make any sound, driving you mad.
“I’m fixing to cum princess… be prepared”
His words slipping off his tongue but as before it’s all muffled all you can focus on is his cock hitting your womb, every thrust making you tear up, at how beautiful and lustful it feels.
You can feel him pounding you harder, slowly becoming sloppyer his orgasm timing with yours.
You place your head in your pillow to try and muffle your moan.
As your orgasm is still hitting, he’s still teasing you. Going in and out your cunt, overstimulating you to the brink of no return.
“I love this tight cunt of yours, if I could I’d be inside you all day princess.” He teased peppering kisses on your neck.
He finally pulls out, allowing you to catch your breath. As his cum slowly leaks out of you.
“Be a good girl and clean daddy up, princess” He says trying to maintain composure at how high his orgasm was.
“And bring your phone over as well there's no need to stop talking to your friend while helping me out baby, I don’t wanna take that away from you”
You hesitantly complied and lifted yourself from the bed, grabbed your phone and got onto your knees.
“Good girl” He praised you as he brushed his fingers through your hair.
You place the phone up to your ears, as you start to slowly place kisses onto his cock.
“You still their Y/N?” Asked Lilium cause you’ve been “quiet” for a while.
“Hey yeah, I’m still here. I'm just reading this fanfic about Tate Langdon.” You said trying to save yourself and explain why you haven’t been replying.
“My husband … as you should” She said in a joking manner.
You start to lick his base slowly leading back up to his tip, John and your juices filling the taste buds of your tongue. you can’t help but be entranced at how good it tasted.
You look up to see john with his mouth open trying to not moan, at how good your warm mouth feels teasing his dick.
“Did I ever tell you tate Langdon was suppose to have a brother?”
You exclaimed to Lilium trying to make conversation trying not to sound too dry so she doesn’t hang up.
You start to slowly take the length down your throat trying hard not to make any gagging noises.
“We ain’t gonna talk about that mother fucker cause if they placed him in that show I’d hurt that MF threw the Tv screen, Willy wonka type shit.”
Lilium replied riled up
You start to choke at how hilarious this comment was to you.
Your step dad finding it amusing your choking and tearing up at how you're taking him to the back of your throat trying not to choke to death.
“Girl- are you okay, I got you on the floor dying” Lilium started laughing
His dick finally slips from your throat, while you're still having a coughing fit.
“Yes” cough “I’m okay you got me on the floor descended i swear.”
“The usual”
You start to slowly take his length once again, practically begging for him to face fuck you. You can’t help but think of the fact of your own step dad face fucking you makes you extremely wet.
You hate to admit it cause your so stubborn but you just can’t help yourself when it’s right in your face .
You start to devour his dick taking every inch going back and forth, making very few but muffled gags as he starts to face fuck you.
Your saliva and his juices leaking from your mouth making bubbly noises.
At this point you can’t help but not care that your friend is on the other line, wondering what the everloving hell is going on with you.
All you can hear is the sound of gurgling and wet noises as he starts to fasten his pace, his orgasm slowly building up.
You look up to see he’s staring right at you, his dark eyes full of hunger and despair, he needs this high or he’ll go crazy, and you know this, so you allow him to continue, knowing you could pass out at any time from the fact he won’t allow you to pull away to catch your breath. Your mouth is aching and sore from taking his large length.
He starts to pour his liquids down your throat, you could feel every ounce shoot straight through you.
His grunt becoming deeper and deeper as he continues to pour more liquids into your warm throat.
He finally pulls out, his head falling back, catching his breath after chasing such a high.
You always wondered how this man could have such a huge load.
But regardless you took it like a good girl.
He pulled out and you place one last kiss onto his dick.
You stand you up and John peppers a kiss onto your forehead.
“Your such a good girl for taking care of daddy tonight. Sweet dreams princess”
He starts to place his clothes back on.
Lilium still on the other line silent.
“H-hey im back im sorry about that, I had to go do something with my mom and I had left the Tv running”
You made up a some lame excuse, to not cause any controversy.
“Girl- I thought you were taking dick I was finna sayyy~”
Lilium said teasingly
“Yeahhhh no… you know I’m in my virgin era”
You replied back, still stunned from the encounter.
“Yeah whatever-“
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crazyk-imagine · 3 months
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Misunderstandings and New Found Love
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Pairing: Paul Lahote x Hybrid!reader
Characters: Sam Uley, Hybrid!reader, Emily Young, Edward Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Esme Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Victoria, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Jacob Black, Embry Call, Quil Ateara V, Bella Swan (briefly mentioned)
Warnings: The science in here makes total sense, angst, fluff, happy ending, the ending might be quick but there's time skips people, characters might be ooc but idc, twilight tings, Sam and Emily being iconic, cursing, reader uses last name when they're mad, Jared's the comedic relief, Paul and reader have a past
Word Count: 4,800
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You look up, ready to help the most recent customer who walked in; only to find the one person you didn’t. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes. “How can I help you, sir?”
“I’m not here to ask.”
“Then why are you here,” you hiss at him.
"I'm just... checking on you.”
“Checking on me? Did you check on me when my dad died or when my mom left and died in the accident because as I recall, Uley, you didn’t. So, I’m going to kindly ask that you get whatever you need and leave.”
“Have we really come to this?”
“Yes,” you nod, grabbing the next order and setting it in front of one of your regulars before walking back to him. “Ever since you all… changed, things have been tense."
"Why are you here?”
“You know why.”
“No one-"
“You have no idea what anyone thinks or the looks they give me.” You take a deep breath, trying not to let him know how much it affects you. “I just- I want it to stop. I’m tired of them all staring at me like I’m a monster. As if this isn’t enough,” you mumble the last part under your breath.
His shoulders sag, not realizing anything that’s going on in your life. “You should come by the res tomorrow.”
Before you can try and argue with him as he rearranges the bags so he can have a better grip on them.
“No one but Em and I will be there.”
“They’re going to know I was there.”
“They won’t know it was you specifically and besides, I’m their alpha.”
“Way to use your title for your own gain.”
“It got you to smile. Thanks for the food.”
-
You shake your head, knowing it’s a bad idea even though you’re sitting in their makeshift driveway.
Sam’s warmth emanates through the door. “You coming in?”
“You gonna put on a shirt.”
“I will if you come in.”
“That sounds like blackmail.”
“Just-”
“Sam, quit standing in front of her door. She can’t get out if you’re just standing there.”
“Yeah, Sam.”
He narrows his eyes and steps back. “You really want to make fun of the alpha?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
“Alright, you two.”
You snicker when the man beside you lowers his head, looking like a sad puppy.
“It’s nice to see you again. How are you?”
You shrug, officially feeling more awkward than ever.
“You can talk to us, you know. We always cared about you.”
“That’s nice of you to say, Emily. But I don’t think anyone in town would agree with you.”
“Good thing I’m not like everyone else.”
You lower your head as the scent of one of her infamous muffins hits your sensitive nose.
“I’m sure you’re hungry after being up for a while.”
You shrug.
“So, what brings you here?”
“Your heater came into the diner, again and basically begged me to come over.”
Sam rolls his eyes. “You’re one to talk.”
“Why do you think I’m in layers?”
“A sign of self-torture.”
“Sam-”
“I can’t pretend that they’re not hiding themselves from the world after everything that’s happened.”
“Thanks for never changing and I’ll take that as my cue to leave.” You move to get off the stool.
“No, you’re not. Sam, stop bringing up things they’re not ready to talk about.”
“Fine.”
She hands you a mug of hot cocoa, knowing it’s your favorite to have around the holidays.
“What… do you guys know?” You tap the rim of the mug, watching the steam disappear.
“Only that you shifted,” he answers after the couple share a look with one another.
“Everyone thinks I shifted in the car, right?”
“Not everyone.”
“What do you think happened?” You ask, lifting your head.
"A cold one was nearby.”
You nod, “yeah. She,” you shake your head, feeling your body start to shake.
"You don’t have to talk about it.”
You give her a soft smile.
“She decided to leave because it was too much and left me a note, not even bothering to apologize and it- it pissed me off. I shifted and then ran after her, only to find one of them going after her and… took care of it.”
“You weren’t in the car?”
You shake your head, wiping your cheeks. "No."
"Why does everyone think you were?”
“I pulled her out and-” You cover your face.
“Do you remember who it was?”
“It was some redhead, I think. She definitely wasn’t happy with me.”
“What do you mean?”
You shrug, not wanting to worry them.
After talking for a few hours, you know it’s time to leave.
“What? No," Emily whines.
"Em, they don’t like me, and I’d rather not be glared at while you try and take care of everyone.”
“I still don’t want you to leave.”
“I do.” You grab your stuff and grab your bag before pausing. “Thank you for listening.”
“Always,” the woman smiles. “We’ll see you again, okay.”
-
You kept in touch but didn’t go back to their home for a while, not until you were dragged back by Sam but we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.
-
You knew what was happening and watched from a distance, never letting the cold ones or the other wolves know of your presence.
The alpha was the only one who knew you were there.
You didn’t tell him you’d be nearby in case they needed an extra body because they thought you were a murderer.
A couple of the newborns sneaked into the woods to try and escape but never got far enough with you there.
Body parts were flying around so no one questioned anything when more came their way.
Then you turned around and noticed one of them aiming for Leah, before Jake could even try to intervene, you did; barely batting an eye when they stared in your direction.
You shoved her out of the way and took care of the newborn before anyone could get hurt, shocking everyone but Sam, who grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side. “What was that?”
“I saved someone from your pack before they could get hurt, what’s it look like?”
“Don’t take that attitude with me.”
“Try and control me, watch what happens.”
He growls your name.
“I needed this.”
The mind reader is beside you two, trying to calm everyone down. “She’s the reason, isn’t she?”
You glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Yeah, so this felt like I could save someone and get my own revenge.”
“She, did it?”
You scoff, snatching your arm out of his grasp. “Don’t act like you didn’t know. You knew the moment I told you.”
He tries to defend himself but you’re not having any of it. “I ask one thing of you, vegetarian.”
He raises his brow.
“I lite her.” You pull up your sleeve, he notices the bite on your arm but doesn’t comment on it (yet).
You take the torch from the blonde and stare into the red head’s eyes for a second, “hopefully you’re not tortured too bad in hell.”
You glance at the other cold ones and raise a brow. “If you guys die, you’re definitely not going where that bitch is. You know better and have worked on redeeming yourselves.”
They glance at one another, not expecting you to hear that.
You rip your sleeves and make a quick wrap for the human. “Wrap this around your arm, it should help until you can get the proper bandaging."
She blinks owlishly, “oh- uh- thanks?”
“Don’t mention it.”
-
“Who do you think you are?” She gets in your face.
“You better move before you do something you’re going to regret, Leah.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s rich coming from the murderer.”
You scoff through your nose and grab her by the collar of her shirt, her eyes widen not expecting this to get physical but doesn’t back down. “Say that again when I’m the one who saved your ass. You have no idea what happened that day, so you need to shut your mouth.”
Sam stands behind you, waiting to see what happens because he knows that you know better than to fight someone.
“Keep your pack in check, Uley.”
“Where are you going?”
“Somewhere I won’t get pissed off.”
-
You start to head into the woods when the mind reader stands in front of you.
“Did she do that?”
You don’t need to look down to figure out what he’s talking about. “That’s why neither you nor the others can smell me. I hide it.”
“They don’t know, do they?”
“Not about this, only Sam and his girl know about the red head's involvement. I only shared so you’d know.”
“That was kind of you to share even when you didn’t need to.”
“Yeah, I get it. I’m frickin’ amazing, can I go now?”
He steps aside. “You should stay with them.”
“How can I do that when they don’t trust me?”
“Make them.”
“It’s not easy, Cullen.”
“If you can do it with their alpha, you can tell the others.”
You roll your eyes, “get your girl checked out before she gets an infection.”
He heads back over towards Bella.
-
“Did you see her arms?” The human asks.
He nods. “They don’t know.”
“Know what?”
“Of Victoria’s involvement in the worst day of her life.”
Esme and Jasper’s shoulders sag, unable to imagine what you went through.
“And it’s still alive?” Rosalie chimes in.
“She'll become hybrid.”
The Cullens raise their brows.
-
Sam orders everyone to go back to Emily’s and hopes you do the same after seeing your arms.
You roll your eyes and answer his call. “Unavailable, please leave a message after I hang up."
“Cute, get to Emily’s.”
“You can’t make me.”
You can hear the couple arguing over who should be the one to talk to you.
“Please come over. We have a lot to talk about.”
You sigh, “do they still think I did it?"
"You can change their minds.”
“That’s so much work,” you groan.
“Please. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks and I know you barely know your way around a kitchen.”
“I’m better than you think.”
-
You stand on the porch, knowing it's going to be hell the moment you step inside.
“You’re going to put a hole in their porch the longer you stay out there,” Paul jokes, earning a chuckle from almost all of his pack mates.
You open the door and ignore their gazes as Emily pulls you into a hug.
“I’m glad you’re okay.” She pulls back and checks over your eyes stopping on your arms. Her worried eyes land on your face. “Did she-”
You glance at the pack from the corner of your eye, sensing their stares.
Sam stands beside you, placing a hand on your back as he shares a stare with his fiancée. “Sit down with the others while I finish up dinner.”
He guides you to sit but the uncomfortableness emanating from them makes you aim for the couch. "You're sitting at the table.”
“Sam-”
“A pack sits together.”
Paul and Jared scoff. “As if they’re part of the pack. Not after what happened,” the former says.
You tense up, closing your eyes so as to not lose your cool.
“Don’t talk about it,” Emily tells them.
“How are we supposed to ignore the fact-”
You growl, eyes changing colors; you can’t turn around. “Ignore the fact that my mother died, and I almost did, at the hands of that red headed bitch no less.”
Emily says your name.
“Sorry, Em. I know cursing is basically forbidden in here but that was me being nice.”
You push yourself off the couch. “This was a bad idea.” You try to pass the pack when one of them sticks their foot out, you kick it with too much strength, irking the hot head.
You open the door and nearly fall, the doorway being the only reason you’re still standing.
“Hey, hey,” Sam started freaking out. “What’s going on?”
You run towards the railing and throw up.
“Why is it- are throwing up-” He stops himself when he sees the color. “What did you do?”
“I’m dying lone wolf. What does it look like?”
“I told you-”
“They hate me. It was never going to happen.”
He picks you up and brings you back inside. “Call Carlisle and ask him what we can do?”
Paul makes another snide comment and you’re losing it.
You get away from the alpha and grab the wolf’s shoulders, shoving him into the wall, not at all making eye contact with him until you hold him in place, with the black bile dripping down your chin.
“Listen here, Lahote and listen well. I will not take any more of your smartass comments. I am still a person with the same issues as yours just a little extra, but your comments stop now. I am tired of everyone thinking I did it. You want to know what happened. That red head came into town and my mom decided enough was enough, she packed a bag and was getting ready to leave. I shifted, found her about to eat my mom and wound-up getting bit only to find that she did go for my mom and held her till her last breath. Then as they hauled her away, I found the scars and realized what happened. Someone spread some rumors and here we are. You want to say anything else?”
He shakes his head, letting out a deep breath.
"Holy shit!" Jared says as soon as your body sways.
Leah, the closest to you, grabs you before you could fall. "We need to take her to a hospital."
"She won't go but maybe the imprint will help?"
"Holy shit!"
"Shut up, Jared," Embry takes initiative and reaches over to punch his pack brother's shoulder. "Shut up man. You're not helping."
The one who can't stop repeating himself rolls his eyes. "You can't tell me I'm the only ones whose mind was blown with everything we just learned."
"You're not but you can shut up."
"Take her to the guest room while I call-"
"No!" Paul stays where he is, debating on leaving now so as not to hurt you anymore than he already has.
The sight of his imprint half dead in Leah's arms and the jokes he made while trying to trip you make him realize he's an even bigger idiot than he thought. "Don't call the leech doctor."
"What are we supposed to do? Let them slowly die when we know there's someone who could have saved them?"
The hot head wants to growl at his alpha but doesn't because he doesn't want to lose it faster than he wants, he's having a hard time trying to calm himself as it is.
"He's here."
Carlisle smiles, "Alice had a vision and sent me over as soon as she could."
"We appreciate it."
"What's going on with our patient?"
Everyone tells them what they know and have seen.
"I see. There is a likely possibility that the venom is working through their system and hasn't quite mixed yet."
"What does that mean? They have to die in order to live?" Paul chimes in.
"It may also have to do with the fact that they haven't shifted as often as you and are not part of a pack. Lone shifters have a hard enough time trying to survive on their own but mixing in the venom, is well-"
"A death sentence just waiting to happen," Sam finishes for him.
The doctor doesn’t want to tell him he's right and knows his silence is enough.
"Is there anything we can do?"
"Continue to make sure they are comfortable and let nature heal them."
"So, your solution is to let them die?!"
"Get him out of here," Sam orders Jared, Embry, Leah, and Quil.
They drag him out so the two can continue their conversation.
-
"I know you just imprinted but you need to calm down, dude," Jared tells him.
Paul continues to shake, unsure of anything he's feeling right now.
On the one hand he has someone to love and protect but on the other hand, he has to try even harder to control himself otherwise he's going to lose it.
He's also upset because he was acting like such a dick to his imprint and even though he never thought he'd find them; he definitely didn't want this to be his first impression. "How am I supposed to calm down when everyone's solution is to let them die?"
With Jared blocking his way in, he can easily get in his face.
"How would you feel if this was happening with Kim, huh? Tell me that."
His friend's face hardens, "don't talk about her."
"Then don't try and talk about mine like you know something."
They stare at each other, their chests heaving with each heavy breath they take.
"Great, now that we've had our macho match, can we go for a run? As much as I want to make it up to them, I don't want to be here any longer when we can't apologize," Embry interrupts.
The two shake their heads and head into the woods so they can phase and be free to run wherever they want.
-
"How can we help them?" Sam asks the doctor.
"I'm going to be honest with you, Sam. This is a little out of my jurisdiction, but I will do all that I can to help anyway, I can."
The alpha nods, "I appreciate it."
"I believe now their transition will be complete within the next few days."
"What brought this on?"
"It was only a matter of time before it hit, and I think the adrenaline and stress of the battle speeded things up." He glances back at the alpha who stares at your body with much concern. "May I ask, how close you are to the lone shifter?"
"Before everything happened, we were close. I always thought of them as my younger sibling but then everything happened, and I stopped talking to them because I was concerned for their safety and didn't want to hurt them."
The doctor can tell by the look on the shifter’s face that he's still disappointed in himself. "You did all you could and allowing my assistance is more than they could ask for."
"How long will it take?"
"My guess is, they'll be ready by tomorrow."
"So soon?"
"Their shifter DNA is altering the venom and their genetics. Now that they're resting, they've been able to heal themselves."
He notices the expression on Sam's face. "Let's give them privacy. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."
-
Emily and Sam hug one another, unsure of what to think; they never wanted this for you, and they feel terrible because they can't help you.
"The boys should be back soon, yeah?"
He nods. "Hopefully Paul's calmed down."
"I think this is going to be a hard time for him."
"Yeah, I know," the alpha sighs.
The boys and Leah make it back to their home and sit at the table. "What are we going to do?"
"We have to wait."
"Did you two know?" Leah asks.
"They told us what happened, but we didn't know she bit her," Sam tells her. "We knew they were hiding something, but we didn't expect this."
"You should have told us," Paul grumbles while snacking on a muffin.
"You didn't even like them until you imprinted," Jake points out.
"I'm not the one on trial here."
The young wolf scoffs, "you should be."
The hot head stands up, pushing the chair back. "You want to take this outside?"
"Maybe I do."
"Alright, you two, that's enough."
They back down at the voice of the alpha, although it takes Jake a few more seconds before he sits down where he was. "You two need to stop it. We've got enough to deal with right now."
After an hour, most of the pack leaves; some to do their patrol shift, others to spend time with their family.
"Do you want to stay in the room with them?" Emily asks, noticing the longing he directs at the door.
He doesn't want to say it out loud and nods.
"I'll tell Sam when he gets back, you can go in but be careful, okay?"
"Do you think they'll forgive me?"
She nods, remembering her and Sam's minor falling out after his episode. "It'll take time."
He sighs and the door inches open, he hesitates to move.
The sight of you almost lifeless and thinking he hates you, kills him.
Why didn’t anyone tell them they’d get so sappy?
He doesn’t know whether he likes it or not as he takes a seat by the bed. His eyes trail over your face, taking in every inch of you.
If he was the artsy type, he’d definitely paint you. He doesn’t know when he fell asleep but waking up to the sun rising was annoying, just because he was one with nature doesn’t mean he needs it to be his alarm clock.
He rubs his eyes, trying to remember everything that happened last night and glances down at you.
You moved in your sleep, the hand practically reaching for him, warms his heart.
He grabs it, wanting you to be comfortable and not wake up with achy joints.
Your eyes move and he doesn’t realize it. It’s hard to open your eyes but you manage to do it, only to find the hothead holding your hand.
You freeze and his eyes trail up your arm, staring into yours.
“You like me now?” Your voice cracks after not having used it in a while.
He shakes his head and reaches for the glass Emily left, inching closer and closer to your face.
You grab it from him after pushing yourself up, back resting against the headboard. “What happened?”
“You died.”
You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to understand what he just said. “I’m sorry?”
“The venom from the bite was killing you and the fact that you barely shift… didn’t help.”
“So, now I’m both?”
“I think so.”
You set the cup down and push sheets off your heating body.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Leaving,” you grumble.
He pushes himself out of the chair and grabs your wrists, stopping you. “No, you’re not.”
“You don’t own me.”
“The imprint bond says otherwise.”
You snatch your wrists out of his grasp, “no, the bond is basically saying we’re soulmates and you don’t own me.”
You make it out of the door and into the hallway before it clicks. “We’re imprints?!”
“I think they’re awake,” Jared comments and shoves a piece of bacon into his mouth.
Embry smacks the back of his head.
“No, no, no.” You stand before the woman you go to for everything. “Tell me it’s not true.”
The corners of her lips twitch.
You snatch a sausage and munch on it. “This is not right.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. I feel the love.”
You purse your lips and glare at him. “You’re the one that was being a dick yesterday and now because of the bond, you want to be my prince charming.”
“I never said that.”
“You’re acting like it.” You sit on the couch before any of them realize where you are going. Your head plops against the back of the couch. “Why am I so damn emotional?”
A warm hand rests against your knee; you lift your head and find those damn attractive eyes that have always captivated you. “You went through a big change which has altered a part of you.”
“I didn’t want this,” you sniff.
He nods, “I know but w- you’re going to get through it.”
“You weren’t nearly half as nice as this before you shifted.”
“Sweetheart, I was nicer to you than most people.”
“It’s true,” Jared and Quil chime in.
“No one asked you two.”
They stare at you with wide eyes and raised brows as if this had proven their point.
“If you’ll let me, I’ll be there for you.”
You stare at him, gulping at his words. “How do I know you mean that, and you aren’t just saying that, so I don’t eat half the town?”
“We,” he clears his throat. “We came up with an alternative if you wound up being more of a leech- cold one, more of a cold one.”
“Am I going to eat a bunny?”
“Or a squirrel,” Jared jokes, earning no amused faces in return. “You all need a new sense of humor,” he mumbles, crossing his arms.
“How do you feel?” Sam asks.
“Like I’m on an emotional roller coaster.”
“Are you hungry?”
“I’m always hungry for Em’s food.”
Paul guides you to the table so you all can eat.
“Should we call the doc?” Embry wonders out loud.
“Don’t need to,” your imprint grumbles.
You run to the door, opening it. “I smell bunny.”
He chuckles, “it was the only thing we had.”
“Do I have to?”
“It will help with the urges.”
“There’s only one urge I have, and I don’t like it.”
“What?” Seth asks.
“Nobody tell him,” says Quil.
“Come on, don’t be like that.”
“I think it would be wise if you took this. We don’t know the severity of your condition yet.”
“I’m fine. Just trying to wrap my head around the fact that no one hates me.”
“We’re totally sorry, by the way,” Embry adds. “Ow!”
“Not my fault, man,” Jared raises his hands.
The two start to brawl, leaving Sam to try and stop it while Carlisle talks to you and Paul, explaining how you should be careful and thanking you for your assistance.
-
“I know I was a jerk to you but,” he glances over to Emily and Sam. “Would you ever consider accepting my apology and going out with me?”
“Give me a few days to adjust and then if I think I’m well enough, ask me again.”
“Hey, man. It wasn’t a no, alright,” Seth holds his hand up for a high five.
The hothead shoves the kid to the side, following you so he can sit in the open chair to your left.
Emily pours you a drink and sits down so you all can eat.
-
A few days later and you’re feeling better, still adjusting to everyone’s new attitude towards you.
You stick with more human meals than the animal blood the Cullen’s shared with you, not wanting to rely on it.
Things with Paul are still interesting.
He’s slowly worming his way back into your heart. “You want to go on patrol with me?”
“Aren’t you supposed to be with Quil?”
“He wanted to switch.”
You stare at him with a deadpan expression. “Did you threaten him?”
He raises his hands. “I did nothing.”
“Sure, you did,” you chuckle. “Come on,” you call out.
“Where are you going?”
“We have to patrol.”
He stares at your bare back. “This reminds me of when I first took you out.”
“You barely asked me out and then kept me in your backseat after school.”
“I wanted you to stay warm.”
“Oh, is that what they call it?” You ask with mischief in your eyes.
He nods, pulling you back into him by your waist; his chin resting on your shoulder. “I actually kept you there so no one else would see you.”
“Wha-”
“Didn’t want them seeing the hottie in my car and think they could get with you.”
“What a gentleman,” you tell him with a dry tone.
He shrugs, chuckling under his breath, “I try.”
“Are you serious?”
“About what?”
You run behind a tree and shift, waiting for him to catch up; it doesn’t take him long.
“About what?”
“Not wanting anyone to ask me out.”
“Why would I lie about that?”
“To get in my pants?”
“I was already getting with you.”
“I wouldn’t be so cocky. You’re still in the early stages of this relationship.”
“So, we’re in a relationship?”
“I never said that.”
He nudges you with his snout. “You did, don’t deny it.”
“I’m denying nothing. You need your hearing checked.”
“I think I heard you just fine.”
-
You roll your eyes and speed up, racing to meet the others; you meet Leah, Embry, and Jared.
The two former run to you and tackle you, playing around with you while Jared goes for Paul.
All of you run back to Emily’s when Sam calls you all back.
The air flowing through your fur is amazing, not to mention the fact that you’re getting to know your imprint, slowly but surely falling for him. 
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sadfury · 8 months
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Daddy Rafe is a proactive care giver.
he will never let you broke one night. because you give birth to his baby, you’re breast feeding them (or not, basically won’t tell you what to do on this), he thinks there is a lot on your shoulders and he just wants you sleeping at least eight hours every night. and he takes care of everything. you sleep and he takes care of the little devil you gave birth to.
Rafe’s baby is just like him : a strong moody personality. sometimes, they cry for hours but Rafe NEVER let their baby cry. He tries his hardest, he talks to them checking if their diaper is wet, if they are hungry, if they are cold, or hot… he hates watching them cry but he never lose his patience. he carries them on his chest, trying to comfort them with soft kisses.
late at night, he cries with them without shame. he won’t wake you up because he is proud and secretly loves his time alone with them. he wants them to ask for daddy, he wants to be the one they look for when they have nightmares, he wants to be needed as much as the baby need you.
so he still tries, he read again all of your books, his dad-reddit and when it look like there is no more solution he just cries with them, he looks their deep blue shiny eyes, craving for sleep « why you hate your daddy already? what did i do to you? ».
one time, Ward was awaken by the crying of the baby and see that Rafe was crying too, he told him « you know babies pretend and cry just to be hold ».
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Ward looks at him, little puzzled Rafe doesn’t listen to him ; « you know if you do that, they’re gonna be used to your presence ». Rafe smiles « that’s exactly what i want ».
Ward laughs not taking his son seriously and Rafe raises his eyes, he is tired and slowly gonna lose his shit hearing his little love crying so hard, « maybe you don’t know anything mostly about kids » he looks at him, raising his eyebrows with evidence as he slams the door in front of his dad, carrying them closer. « he is gone, he is gone, he only tells bullshit because he is jealous that’s why » he whispers, trying to calm his crying baby. « i don’t care you pretend, the worst case is Hollywood », he smiles, « no i’m lying. i’ll still be so fucking proud of my little love »
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snail sleepover (sneepover)
some weird girl diana for @theflirtmeister 💚
*
Adam had never actually had his own staircase before. Not one he didn’t have to share with at least twenty other building tenants, anyway. Staircases, in his experience, were gauntlets of accidental, unwanted socialisation – of near-misses and quick dodges with the drunk from down the hall, or the working mom who’d steamroll you, or the guy taking up the entire breadth with his grocery bags. Adam wasn’t used to mounting a staircase without the expectation that he was gonna wind up butting up against someone coming from the opposite end.
At least, he thought he wasn’t. But he must’ve gotten comfy with this bougie private staircase lifestyle while he wasn’t paying attention; because the fucking gargoyle lurking on the top step damn near gave him a cardiac.
“Jesus!” he blurted, catching himself on the bannister. “Scared the shit outta me.”
Diana didn’t bat an eyelash at his freak-out, or his language; hovering on the landing half-obscured by shadows. She looked smaller than she was, small like she used to be, on account of the fact she had her gangly pre-teen limbs all hunched in on herself like spider legs, arms around knees. Her pretty brown-blonde locks hung loose and slightly greasy round her face, all tossed about to try and hide the choppy bangs she’d tried (and mostly failed) to cut by herself a couple weeks back and refused to let anyone fix. Neck to ankle, she was bundled up in the cosy flannel PJ’s that Lawrence kept getting her for Christmas. Ankle to toe, in the Buffy socks Adam bought her at Hot Topic. Spike’s stupidly chiselled face wobbled at him as she waggled her toes.
“Is Dad gone?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, ran out to the store. Well.” He smirked. “I say ran. More like… limped.”
Her mouth contorted around a bit-back laugh. “You’re not supposed to make fun of disabled people.”
“It’s okay. He signed up for it.”
“What’s he going to the store so late for?”
Adam racked his brains for something to say that wasn’t ‘turns out, your father and I are all outta lube for all the sex we were gonna (quietly) have tonight’. “Just… stuff. What are you out of bed so late for?” he countered. “Pretty sure it’s a school night.”
She squinted at him, lip curling in just a flash of knowing revulsion. Shit. She was growing up so fast. At some point they were gonna have to quit pretending she didn’t know what sex was. But it was Alison who gave her the talk, so Lawrence and Adam got to coast a while longer without thinking too hard about it. Lawrence was probably gonna ignore the matter entirely – at least until Diana showed up with a boyfriend and made his head explode.
“I’m not tired,” she grumbled, picking at her thumbnail.
“You want some hot cocoa?” He reached out and lightly bopped her on the forehead. “Or a knock on the head?”
Diana leaned in a little closer and asked, serious as the grave: “Can you keep a secret?”
“What kinda secret?” He flicked her toe. “You mean like that nail polish you totally didn’t shoplift when I bought you these socks?”
Her eyes widened.
“Relax. I’m no snitch. Yeah, Di, I can keep a secret.”
She stared at him. Like, really stared at him. Adam tried to give her a run for her money – he was kinda renowned for being a creepy long-starer, not to brag – but he didn’t stand a chance.
“Jesus,” he muttered, blinking and rubbing his eyes. “How’d you do that?”
“C’mon.” She stood up and padded toward her room. “Before Dad comes back.”
Knowing Lawrence, he was doing a slow circuit round the store, looking thoughtful and picking up a few extra things to hide the fact that he really only came out for the lube. “We’ve got time. What’s the big secret?”
He tried to keep his voice light, pretend he wasn’t dreading the answer. Not that he was gonna judge her for shit – you don’t get to be the cool dad by being judgy – but she’d been in kind of a rebellious phase lately. Maybe he was gonna have to help her disinfect a DIY piercing, or a stick ‘n poke tat. Maybe one of the snot-nosed punks in her grade got a little handsy and now he was gonna have to help her hide a tiny body. Honestly, sky’s the fucking limit with these Gordons. Wackjobs, each and every one.
Of all the things he imagined, the big glass tank she pulled out from under her bed wasn’t on the list.
“You buy a lizard or something?” he asked, flopping onto the floor for a closer look.
She shook her head and opened the top, reaching in. “It’s my friend Matty’s,” she said, head bowed in concentration as she felt around for whatever was in there. “She asked me to look after him while she’s on vacation.”
“Shit – you don’t have a tarantula or something in there, right?” Adam scooted back a little. “You probably shouldn’t be sticking your hand right in… oh.”
He blinked at the enormous – and he meant enormous – snail on her palm. Her entire palm. Its slimy antenna bobbed as it trundled lazily towards her forearm, shell the size of her fist inching across her hand.
“It’s a giant snail,” she said, a little redundantly. “They’re from Africa.”
Adam watched its slimy, squishy body wriggle up her wrist – she didn’t even flinch. “Uh.”
“I need your help,” said Diana. “I have to take him with me to Mom’s this week, but she can’t know. She’ll think it’s gross and that it’s gonna escape and eat her plants or something.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Are you asking me to be a snail mule?”
“He’s nice. Look.”
And before Adam could do anything about it, she grabbed his hand and plunked the thing in it.
Adam bit back a pathetic noise at the sudden sensation of sticky, slimy suction on his palm. It’s not that he was squeamish, or anything. He liked a cool bug as much as the next guy. But the closest he really wanted to be to anything this slimy was when he was waving a worm in Lawrence’s face to annoy him on a fishing trip. “Oh. That’s, uh.” He winced as he felt the thing’s squishy body shift and roll as it started to slither. “...Cool.”
“He is,” said Diana, a little dreamily. She was gazing down at the thing like a normal kid gazes at a puppy, or a new PlayStation.
Adam risked a closer look at its little waving antenna, its slowly bobbing head. The swirling patterns of its shell. He guessed it was kinda cool. Maybe even cute, in a creepy way.
Lawrence was not gonna like Adam’s suggestion for her birthday present this year.
“Okay, Di,” Adam sighed, holding his hand out for her to take her slippery little friend back already. “How are we smuggling this snail? I’m all ears.”
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kaunis-sielu · 7 months
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Bad Cop
You live in a safe part of town. Being married to a cop Steve wasn’t about to put his family at risk if he could help it. He’s worked hard, you both had, but he’d made Captain in department record time and then you’d had Thomas.
Thomas’s favorite part of the day was when Daddy came home. Steve would come in, his uniform a little less crisp than it was when he left, his smile a little sadder and his eyes a little more exhausted. He’d scoop up Tommy, swing him over his head and pretend to eat his belly, much to a scream laughing Tommy’s delight. Then he’d look at you with those tired, eyes and curl an arm around your shoulders to pull you in for a kiss.
You tried not to worry about him while he was at work. You tried not to talk about his work unless he brought it up. But it wasn’t easy.
Steve is like clockwork, so when you hear someone at the door you’re confused. He shouldn’t be home, not yet. You pull up the camera and to your horror see a man in a black ball cap trying to see into your home.
You’re calling Steve before you even process what you’re doing.
“Hey Honey,”
“Someone is trying to break in.” You tell him sprinting up the stairs and to where Thomas is sleeping.
“What.”
“Someone is trying to break in!”
“Buck, my place. Now.” Steve says, “where are you Honey?”
“Thomas’ room. He’s still napping.” You whisper you can hear him sprinting.
“If you hear anything breaking get him and get in the closet okay? We’re already on our way. We don’t want the sirens on because we don’t want him to know where we are.”
“Okay.”
“Two minutes Honey.” You’ve never loved living in a small town more. Then you hear glass shatter.
“Oh no. Glass.”
“Get Thomas, and get in the closet. Do not come out until I come get you okay?”
“Okay.” You whisper, you know he can hear the fear in your voice as you make your way to the little bed that Tommy sleeps in now and scoop him up. Whoever is in your home must not realize you’re there, he’s not being quiet by any means. You hope that Thomas will go back to sleep but when you look over at him those bright blue eyes are looking right at you.
“Baby, we’ve gotta be super quiet okay? We’re playing hide and seek and we don’t want to get found okay?”
“Daddy?” He asks sleepily and you shush him gently.
“Soon. But we have to be so quiet.” How aren’t Steve and Bucky here yet? Your heart is in your throat as you listen to the feet come upstairs. “Steve. Upstairs.” You whisper into the phone holding Thomas tightly. Luckily your two year old seems to understand something isn’t okay.
“I can see the house Honey. I’m going to hang up because we’re coming in hot. I love you. Stay there.”
Nothing in your life has sounded worse that the disconnect tone.
You hear Thomas’ door open and feet come into the room but quickly leave. The only real valuable item in the room is the baby monitor. Then you hear it.
“Don’t you fucking move. Put your hands up! Put your fucking hands up!” Steve yells and Thomas looks at the door and squeals,
“Daddy!”
“You picked the wrong ass house man.” You hear Bucky say just before the closet door is pulled open and your husband yanks you to him.
“Oh thank god.” He breathes into your neck before kissing Thomas on top of his head. Then he presses a searing kiss to your lips.
“They okay Cap?” A third voice calls as two more officers come upstairs. Bucky hands off the man in the hat to the younger officer, Parker you think, and you give Sam a little smile.
“We’re okay.”
“I’m taking the rest of the day.” Steve tells Bucky who nods then heads out of the house.
“You don’t have to.”
“Honey, he broke a window in the house, I’m not leaving you here with a broken window.” Steve says kissing you again, “Also, I need this Honey. Never been so scared in my life.”
“Daddy,” Thomas reaches for Steve.
“Hey buddy, Dad’s gonna change first.” He doesn’t love holding Thomas for too long with all of his gear on, which you appreciate. “Come with me?” He asks you and you weave your fingers through his. Steve presses a kiss to the back of your hand and leads you out of the room. You go to your bedroom where his gun safe is, this one only opens with his fingerprints because you didn’t want little eyes watching and figuring out a code. Even if he couldn’t reach now that wouldn’t be the case forever. Steve puts his mace, taser and gun all in the case then changes quickly. You and Thomas sit on the bed, well you sit and Thomas practices his body slams on your pillows.
“Are you okay?” Steve asks looking over at you.
“Yea, I just can’t believe it happened.” You tell him. “I’m glad the station is so close.”
“Me too.”
“Did you recognize him?”
“No, why?”
“I’m just wondering if it was a targeted attack or if it was really just bad luck on his part.”
“Until we hear otherwise it was just bad luck okay?” He says making his way to the side of the bed. “You did everything right.” He tells you cupping your face in his hands, you didn’t realize how much you’d needed to hear that. Steve leans in to kiss you when Thomas realizes that his dad is fair game to play with now.
“Put your fucking hands up Daddy!” You both freeze a breath away from one another.
“Did he?” Steve murmurs,
“Yup.” You affirm and he groans softly. You press a quick kiss to his lips. “This one is all you Rogers.” You tease as Thomas yells, “Put your fucking hands up Daddy! You’re the bad guy!” Steve groans softly dropping his forehead to your shoulder and you have to bite back a laugh.
This should be interesting.
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punk4ndisorderly · 10 months
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light on
The one where Y/N is the daughter of a legendary Team USA coach and used to attend the development program with the boys. 8 years after they last saw each other in person, a reunion brings Jack and Y/N back into each other’s lives... and hearts.
if you keep the light on, i'll keep the light on
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VI VII - knockin' on heaven's door VIII
Don’t let her get away again.
Trevor's words resounded in his head as he closed the door behind him. He looked up, his eyes landing on her. There she was, as beautiful as ever, leaning against the wall, waiting for him.
“I know what I’m getting him for his birthday.” Y/N snickered.
“You happen to know David Beckham?” the brunette man smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I happen to know a really good cardboard cut-out manufacturer.”
Y/N pretended to be deep in thought.
“Mmm… Close enough.”
“Well, time to hit the sack. These bags aren’t going anywhere if I keep on staying up all night.” she joked, pointing to the dark circles under her eyes.
He frowned, hesitating for a second before he used his index fingers to cover the faint blemishes above her cheekbones.
“What bags?” the Devils' player grinned.
Y/N scrunched up her nose, placing her hands over his.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re impossibly charming, Mr. Hughes?”
“Yeah… You… About ten times this weekend.” Jack smirked, earning himself a playful slap in the arm. “Hey!”
“Get yourself some rest, Rowdy… I’ll see you in the morning.” she smiled, walking away from him.
He did the same, almost turning the corner when he heard her voice from the other end of the hallway.

“Hey, Hughes…”
“Yeah?”
“You must be really tired, because you have been running through my mind all day long.” Y/N said in a mocking seductive way, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Mine was way better.” the brunette man shrugged.
“It was not!” she scoffed, en route to her room.
“Yes it was!” he half-shouted, going his own way.
*
 Back in his room, he couldn’t wait to take a steaming hot shower, quickly undressing himself and letting the water relax his tired muscles and racing mind.
This was it. This was the last night of the reunion and in the morning they’d both go their separate ways for saints know how long. He had some work to do in Los Angeles and Y/N had to go back to the hospital in New York and take care of her daughter.
Jack didn’t think he’d be dreading to leave Plymouth when he arrived two nights before. He had no idea Y/N still had such a hold on him. Back when he was sixteen or seventeen anything she did would make him go weak in the knees for a second, but that had been a long time ago, a schoolboy crush. Why did he suddenly feel like his heart skipped a beat every time he was around her?
Must be Plymouth, he tried to convince himself.
The Devils' player put his boxers on along with the shorts he had slept in the night before, not bothering to retrieve its corresponding t-shirt from his suitcase.
Finally lying down after a long day, Jack couldn’t help but notice how light he felt. The heaviness in his chest was no longer there. The idea of being in the same place as his ex didn’t seem so bad anymore. He was free, and he sure as hell was willing to let love make its way to him. Love. Love like he had never felt before, the kind of love Y/N had talked about. Y/N.
Jack shook his head, taking his phone from the nightstand, dialing his brother's number.
“Hey Quinny.”
“No, I’m not letting you borrow my motorcycle.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Jack? Sorry, I thought you were Luke. What’s up, bro?”
“I’m calling because…”
“Is this about Y/N? ‘Cause mom bet dad you’d be too much of a wuss to do anything about this cute little thing you two had going on this weekend.”
“Thanks mom.” he groaned.
“Spill it, I’m watching Game of Thrones and shit is about to go down.”
“I think I might feel something for Y/N. I don’t know what it is, but….”
“You think?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t been putting as much thought into it as everyone else apparently.” Jack hissed.
“Okay, okay, chill… Are you freaking out or something?”
“What do you think?”
“I’m pretty sure you’re freaking out for no reason, you handsome bastard.” Quinn reasoned. “You should just let her know.”
“Things are going to get awkward and she’ll pull away from me. I’m not risking losing her friendship over feelings I’m not completely sure about.” he sighed, running his hand through his wet hair. “I just really want to be one hundred percent certain this isn’t a rebound. Y/N's too good for that.”
“It will never be about a rebound with Y/N. Take your time to find that out, but you’ll eventually get to the same conclusion I have, little brother.”
“I want to make sure this doesn’t stem from my break-up with…”
“The wicked witch of the East?”
“Quinn.”
“Sorry, just getting that out of my system.” his brother apologized, without really meaning it. “So, what are you going to do about this whole thing?”
“Nothing. I can’t really think straight with Y/N around, so I’m guessing as soon as we’re away from each other I’ll get a clearer view of what the hell is going on in my life.”
“Alright, you do that. I’m going back to my boy Jon Snow. Text me when you grow a pair. Love you.”
“Yeah, yeah, love you too.” Jack chuckled, rolling his eyes and hanging up the phone.
Thunder roared outside, making him jolt slightly.
“God, not again…” he mumbled, getting under the covers.
Jack closed his eyes, taking a minute to simply taking a minute to simply breathe in and breathe out. Did he actually tell his brotjer he had feelings for Y/N? Did he actually have feelings for her or was he just going out for a rebound? A few minutes before he was dreading Monday morning, but now he couldn’t wait to leave. He needed to get away from Plymouth and her so he could figure out why how had dreamt about getting intimate, why his palms got sweaty whenever she approached him, why he had been a blabbering mess the entire weekend. He wasn’t used to not being in control of his own emotions and the confusion he was experiencing certainly scared him.
The Devils' player had always struggled with voicing and understanding his feelings and that bothered him. How was he supposed to find the missing piece of his puzzle if he didn’t know what it’d feel like when he did?
A sudden knock on the door startled him. Jack opened his eyes, waiting to make sure it wasn’t his imagination. Not long after the first knock, he heard it again. Getting up from the bed, he padded his way to the door, ready to tell Trevor or Alex off for nagging him at two o’clock in the morning.
“It’s really bad out there…” she almost whispered, her doe eyes looking up at him while she bit her bottom lip and fiddled with her fingers.
“Hu… Yeah, it really is.” the brunette man agreed, almost slapping himself to make sure he wasn’t sleeping.
“Do you… Mmm… Mind if I…” Y/N began, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“No, not at all, come in…” Jack said before she completed her sentence. She’d told him she didn’t like being alone during storms, but he found himself wondering why she’d come to him, of all people.
The doctor took in his appearance: his toned muscles on full display, his hair disheveled and slept-in, his gorgeous blue eyes filled with genuine concern looking into her own. She nodded curtly and walked in, waiting for him to close the door and guide her through the dark room.
Jack placed his large hand on her lower back, leading her inside.
Climbing into his bed, she looked defenseless and, honestly, a little bit panicked. The singer joined her, laying on the other side of the king-size bed.
“I don’t really know why these have such a huge effect on me. I think it has to do with my fear of facing the wrath of something way bigger than myself. Can you believe nature has the strength to build something up from scratch and then completely destroy it when it pleases?”
“I never really thought about it. I think nature has its ways to make things right, one way or another. Right now it’s pouring outside, but tomorrow morning the sun will be shining as bright as ever. That’s just the way it works.”
“That doesn’t really help…” Y/N murmured, tucking herself in and looking at the drapes that hid the storm raging outside.
“I’m right here, okay? You’re not alone anymore. You can sleep now, alright?”
She didn’t answer, opting to scoot closer to him. Something about Jack Hughes always made her feel incredibly safe, and if sleeping next to him meant she’d feel that, she’d do it.
“Is it weird for you if I’m this close?”
“No, don’t worry about it.” he gulped. “Do you want me to put a shirt on?”
“You don’t need to. Just lay here with me, please.” Y/N pleaded softly.
This is not helping, Jack he thought, mentally beating himself up for not getting up and putting something on.
He could feel her hot breath close to his skin, her fingertips barely grazing against his toned chest.
Lightning struck once again, making Y/N wrap her arms around his torso, burying her head on the crook of his neck. The singer inhaled and exhaled deeply, returning her embrace, pulling her closer to him.
“Where’s your happy place?”
“What?” she raised her head, looking up at him.
“The place where you feel the happiest person alive?”
“Home, with my girl.”
Aleksander smiled at the mention of Joey, drawing circles on Y/N back.
“Okay, pretend you’re home. Joey's in her bedroom, asleep and dreaming about… What do little girls dream about these days?”
“She has a thing for butterflies and unicorns.” the doctor chuckled.
“Alright, unicorns and butterflies. She’s dreaming about those. You’re in your own bed, all snuggled up, everything’s quiet and there’s nothing that can get to you. Not the storm, not nature, not anything else. Just stay in your happy place.”
“Thank you…” she hugged him tighter, hearing his heart beat a little bit faster.
“For what?”
“For always being an amazing guy. I don’t think I ever thanked you for that. And for letting me practically grope you like I’m doing right now.”
He let out a hearty laugh, kissing her forehead.
“Anytime.”
Y/N closed her eyes, sighing contently.
“Do you think Z dreams about David Beckham?”
“He probably does.”
“Dork.”
“Aw, leave him alone. Don’t you have a celebrity crush?”
“Nah…”
“You so have! Tell me who it is!”
“Nope, not going down that rabbit hole…”
“Please?” she pouted.
“You’re evil, woman…”
“Yeah, yeah, come on.”
“Hugh Jackman.”
“Hugh Jackman?”
“Yes. Have you watched Les Mis?”
“I have…”
“He’s a great singer, he’s got a cool and he’s ripped as fuck. Plus, he really works the charm. That’s celebrity crush material right there.”
“Point taken.” she surrendered, patting his chest. “Who knew you were so good at picking men? Maybe someday you could help me out with my poor choices.”
“Trust me, we both suck at this love thing, it’s the blind leading the blind.”
“This while puzzle thing has about a thousand pieces to put together, we’re doomed.”
“You can always find love at eighty-five, like that duchess from Spain.”
“Very funny.” Y/N chuckled, pinching his side.
The Devils' player continued to mindlessly trace random patterns on her exposed skin, trying desperately to keep his mind from going all hazy with her presence and inebriating scent.
“Hey Y/N…”
“Mmm?”
“Do you really think I’m going to get the picture on the box?” he sputtered.
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“I…”
“Hey, look at me.” Y/N demanded, reaching up and grabbing his chin, turning his face to her. “You’re getting the picture on the box. I promise you.”
“I’ll take you up on that.” he murmured.
“Can you believe how fast the weekend went by?”
“Time flies by when you’re having fun.”
“We had a good run, didn’t we?”
“Of course we did…” he grinned. “Good night, Mess.”
“Sweet dreams, Gretz.”
She nuzzled into his chest, finding it weird how it felt so right and natural. They had hung out for years and worked together on plays, even kissed for the sake of it, but somehow this time it was different. No coaches, no team, no buzzer, no alcohol, just pure intimacy and friendship. That had to be it.
His chest raised slowly, coming back down at the same pace; Jack was now asleep, but his grip on her remained tight.
Y/N closed her eyes, finally allowing herself to rest.
“I’m going to miss you the most.” she whispered.
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For your LB kids characterisation practise exercise- Alec and Max. I need more of them
They can all feel it today, Alec knows. That something has changed in their house.
In their Max.
Something Alec doesn’t know how to fix because he doesn’t know the problem. And because Max won’t tell them.
There’s this issue with happy people; when they’re sad, they don’t like it. They don’t know how to deal with it so they pretend that the sadness doesn’t exist.
Max is their happy kid.
Rafe is bitchy. Ari is a mystery but Max, Max is a golden retriever. He’s the one that keeps their house sane and calm. He’s always reminded Alec of Jace minus the childhood trauma.
But right now, by the way Max is crying his heart out, Alec guesses that there’s something that’s been hurting his kid, his baby, for a very long time.
It strucks the deepest parts of his stomach that he’s missed this.
Rafe is sitting on the couch, his legs upto his knees, like he does when he’s nervous, which happens very, very rarely. Ari is walking back and forth across the room, waiting for Magnus and Max to come out.
“Rafe?” He looks at his older son and asks. “Do you know what’s going on?”
Rafe shakes his head. “No.”
He knows. Alec knows that he knows. Max doesn’t tell Ari his problems, since she’s sick. But when Max is particularly sad, he always goes to Rafe.
Alec’s contemplating all of this—everything that he’s missed when the door unlocks and Magnus comes out.
He looks heartbroken. So, so, sad and tired.
Alec comes up to him and kisses his head before he asks, “Baby? Did he talk?”
Magnus shakes his head.
Alec sighs.
Magnus is the one who deals with the heartbreaks in their house. Max is dating all the time. He has a new boyfriend or a girlfriend every other week and they’d assumed it was just a teenage thing. But Alec thinks that maybe this is bigger than a heartbreak.
He gathers up the courage and finally goes upto Max’s room.
He knocks on the door, “Max, it’s me. Can I come inside?”
There’s a muffled noise, some clattering before he gets a reply. “Hmmm.”
Max’s room is a mess, which is a huge warning sign in itself because Max likes everything clean. Otherwise he gets the ick.
Alec sits on the bed next to his son, who’s huddled up inside a mountain of blankets.
Another warning sign because Max is always running hot. His room is always chilly and he uses the thinnest of blankets.
“Max?”
Silence.
Alec doesn’t try again. His hands find Max’s hair and he runs his fingers through his hair gently.
Its another half an hour before he hears the words. “Dad?”
“Yeah?” He says softly.
“How would it feel for you if you couldn’t feel what you feel for Bapak?” Max’s voice is small and groggy from all the crying.
The question seems insane and Alec’s not even sure he understood it.
“What do you mean?” He asks. “Like if Bapak and I weren’t together?”
Max shakes his head and another sob leaves his mouth. Alec shifts even closer and finds Max’s hand.
“Max, talk to me. What’s going on?”
“No. Not if you weren’t together—“ Max hiccups. “But if you couldn’t feel it at all.”
“Feel love for Bapak?” He frowns because what the hell does it even mean. How can Alec not feel love for Magnus, it’s inside of him. It’s the reason Alec feels alive most of days.
“Feel love.”
Alec thinks for a second. Max wouldn’t ask him random question in the middle of a breakdown.
He thinks and thinks and thinks.
The answer is the same no matter how long he did.
“I would feel like I am less of myself. Like, I’m not me,” Alec says honestly. “It would feel like something was wrong with me.”
Max sniffles. “That’s how I feel.”
Maybe it’s a heartbreak thing. Maybe Max is feeling unsure about someone he’s dating. Maybe it’s not that big of a deal as Alec’s been thinking.
If Max doesn’t feel love for this person, that’s okay right? He can feel it for the next one? Until he finds his one.
Alec relaxes internally, bends down and kisses Max’s head. “For whom?”
There’s a choked sob. Then another. Then another before Max breaks into tears. “For everyone.”
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Paper Rings
Fandom: 911 Lone Star
Characters: T.K. Strand, Carlos Reyes, Gabriel Reyes, Andrea Reyes, Owen Strand, Paul Strickland, Mateo Chavez
Rating: K
Summary: Five times T.K. and Carlos made progress on their wedding planning and one time they didn't.
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Venue
“Okay,” Owen whispers, darting a glance around the room to make sure no one is listening. “Here’s the plan: I’m going to tell them I have to use the bathroom. While they’re distracted, you sneak out the side door. I’ll get the car and meet you.”
“They have the keys,” Gabriel whispers back. 
Owen thinks for a moment. “We could rush them?”
Gabriel shakes his head. “There are three of them, and they’re faster and stronger than us. We won’t make it.”
Owen sighs. “I guess I’ll have to hot wire it.”
“You know we can hear you, right?” Carlos says from where he, T.K., and Andrea are standing a mere five feet away in the ballroom they’re all checking out as a possible wedding venue.
“Damn it,” Owen mutters before turning toward them, a bright smile on his face. “Oh uh, we were just discussing how beautiful the…sconces are. Right Gabriel?”
“Oh yes,” Gabriel agrees. “Excellent uh, lighting in here. Very…bright.”
“Thanks for the input,” T.K. says with a smile and a roll of his eyes. “That’s definitely our main focus in choosing a wedding venue, good lighting. Right babe?”
“Definitely,” Carlos mock agrees, putting an arm around T.K.’s waist.
“You know, if we’re annoying you, we can leave,” Owen suggests in that voice he uses when he’s pretending to be sincere. 
No one is falling for it.
“Absolutely not,” Andrea says flatly. “I want the two of you where I can see you. Every time you’re together you cause trouble.”
“But wouldn’t it make more sense for you to bring us along to the things we’d be useful at?” Gabriel tries. “We don’t know anything about wedding venues. A barn versus a ballroom? Who cares! Now when the cake tasting rolls around…”
“Yes,” Owen jumps in to agree. “I think we’d be excellent at cake tasting. And very bad at floral arrangements.”
“If you keep dragging us around now we’ll be too tired to help when it really counts,” Gabriel says.
Both of them look hopefully at the rest of the group. Carlos and T.K. exchange a glance while Andrea shakes her head disapprovingly. 
“Look,” Carlos says finally. “We know that looking at wedding venues and researching photographers and addressing invitations—“
“You’re going to make us address invitations?” Owen interrupts in horror.
“Dad!” T.K. sighs, giving him an exasperated look.
“Sorry,” Owen says, holding out a hand to cede the floor back to his son’s fiancé. “Go on Carlos.”
“We know that doing all of this isn’t really your thing,” Carlos continues, ever the peacemaker. “But we want you to be involved.” He looks at T.K. who nods in agreement. “It’s important to us that we do this as a family.”
Owen and Gabriel both deflate a little bit. “Well,” Gabriel says slowly. “I think I liked the second space today better.”
“The vineyard?” Andrea asks.
“No,” Gabriel says. “No the…what do you call it? Homestead?”
“That was number four,” Owen says. “And I agree. You want something with indoor space. No need to invite the elements to ruin your day.”
“Is this even the right size?” Gabriel asks, starting to wander the space. “You need room for the guests spread out.”
“Well we’re keeping it pretty small,” Carlos says. 
“But even still, you need space for food, for dancing, you don’t want your guests tripping all over each other,” Owen says. “And aesthetic wise this carpet would have to go. Do you think we can rent flooring?”
“We’re not renting flooring,” T.K. says, but his words fall on deaf ears as the two men start talking about the building’s structural integrity and clocking the number of fire exits.
T.K. looks at his fiancé an exaggerated grimace on his face. “We made a mistake, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” Carlos says.
“Don’t worry. I’ll round them up,” Andrea says, patting Carlos’ shoulder. “Oye! You two! Vengan! No one needs you to check the fire extinguishers, vámonos!”
Suits
“Dude, you cannot wear that to your wedding,” Paul says seriously as he eyes T.K.’s suit.
“Why not?” Mateo asks. “I think he looks dope as hell.”
“Yeah why not?” T.K. asks, brushing off the front of the floral patterned jacket, then turning so he can see the matching pants better in the mirror. “I like it.”
“There is no way Carlos is going to let you wear that,” Paul says with a shake of his head.
T.K. just smiles. “Hey babe?” he calls.
“Yeah?” a reply comes from across the room where they’re separated from Carlos by a curtain. 
“Can I wear a sage green floral suit to the wedding?”
There’s a pause and then, “Whatever makes you happy.”
“See?” T.K. says with a smirk. “He wants me to be happy.”
“Uh huh. Mrs. Reyes?” Paul calls. “When Carlos paused just then, did he make his ‘contemplative, thoughtful face’ or did he make his ‘blank look of long suffering’ face?”
“I have to say it was the latter,” Andrea calls back.
Paul gives T.K. a look and T.K. frowns. “Well if he could just see how great I look in it, he’d probably change his mind,” he says loudly.
“We agreed not to look,” Carlos calls back.
“No you agreed. I was forced to comply,” T.K. mutters. He sighs and looks the suit up and down again. “Maybe for the rehearsal dinner.”
The decision to go together to look for wedding attire had been born out of time constraints and Andrea’s desire to see both men try on suits. Their dads had been fired after the venue fiasco, so they’d each brought along a couple friends and family members to give opinions. The decision not to see each other on the other hand, had been entirely Carlos citing tradition. T.K. wasn’t a fan.
On the other side of the room Carlos examines himself his own mirror. “I think I liked the first one better,” he says.
“Ohhhhhhh my god, just pick a suit, they all look exactly the same,” Francesca whines from where she’s reclining in a chair between their mom and Adriana.
“Cesca!” Andrea scolds. 
“I’d like to remind you that you were not invited to this,” Carlos tells her. She and Adriana had shown up out of the blue, having tracked Andrea’s phone to the tux shop. So despite firing both Owen and Gabriel, they still had unwelcome guests at this appointment. “Unless you’re going to be nice, you can just be quiet.”
“You need opinions,” Adriana says, not looking up from where she’s scrolling her phone. “Tía’s just going to say you look great in everything.”
“Well he does,” Andrea says. “I have beautiful children.”
Carlos snorts and rolls his eyes, then studies himself again. “I’m putting the grey one back on.”
“Ugh!” Adriana and Francesca both groan in displeasure.
On the other side of the curtain, things are looking up. “Now that is a good look,” Paul says when T.K. comes out for the fifth time. 
“Yeah, you think?” T.K. asks, brushing his hands over the three buttons on the vest. This suit is blue, with a light pinstripe running through it, and he’s really liking the look without a jacket.
“You look fly,” Mateo says, giving a low whistle. 
“We could do matching pocket squares,” the store associate who’s been helping them says. “To tie the two suits together.”
T.K. nods and straightens the grey tie around his neck, looking contemplatively at himself. “Carlos!” he calls. “Did you find the one you want?”
“I think so,” Carlos says.
T.K. turns and immediately strides toward the curtain. 
“Whoa, hey! Where are you going?” Mateo asks as he and Paul jump to their feet to follow him. 
“To see Carlos,” T.K. says. 
“But he—“
“T.K. don’t—“
“Babe, I’m coming over!”
Carlos has about three seconds to react before T.K. comes through the curtain. “T.K.!” he cries, spinning away with a hand over his eyes. 
“I’m not looking!” T.K. calls back. 
There’s a shuffling sound and then a small thump and Andrea says, “T.K.! Cuidado mijo!”
Seconds later Carlos feels someone press up against him until they’re standing fully back-to-back, familiar fingers sliding between his own. “Hi,” T.K. says.
“Hi.” Carlos fights back a smile. “We said no looking.”
“I know, but someone needs to see how the suits look together,” T.K. says. “My eyes are closed, I promise.”
“Paul?” Carlos asks.
“He’s telling the truth,” Paul confirms. “Almost killed himself getting up on that pedestal with his hand over his eyes.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Carlos tells him. 
“And you love it,” T.K. says, squeezing Carlos’ fingers. “So?” he says to the rest of the group. “How do we look?”
“Extremely stupid,” Adriana says immediately. “But also hot.”
“Yeah you look great together,” Mateo says.
“Mom?” Carlos asks, but he doesn’t get a response.
“She can’t talk, she’s crying,” Francesca says on her behalf. “It’s just suits ma! You’ve seen them both in suits before!”
“But not their wedding suits,” Andrea finally says in a watery voice. “My boys, you’re really getting married.”
They really are. 
Cake
“And so THEN I said that we should probably find a different way to get him out, but Nancy said we should keep trying…”
Carlos listens to his fiancé ramble on at a mile a minute as they walk toward the next bakery on their list. They’ve already been to three today and T.K. is so hopped up on sugar that he hasn’t stopped talking in over ten minutes. 
Carlos is also feeling a little bit over-sugared; they should have taken his mom’s advice to spread these out over a couple days, but he’d wanted to get it checked off his list and today was the only day they were both free during regular business hours for the next two weeks. 
“And can you believe he wrote that song in a single day and then recorded it, I mean it’s unbelievable—“
He’s still reeling from their first three appointments; the first place had wanted $600 for a basic cake plus more for anything custom, the second had tasted stale and flavorless, and the third had been good, but the owners had rushed them through the appointment, giving both Carlos and T.K. a bad vibe. 
“Maybe I should just bake it,” he says, interrupting the flow of T.K.’s tangent, which has moved onto something about a meteor shower next week.
T.K. pauses for a moment and shakes his head. “I knew this was going to happen.”
“Knew what was going to happen?” Carlos asks.
“I knew that you were going to get all picky and not like any of the cakes we tasted,” T.K. says.
“Be honest, have you ever had a good wedding cake?” Carlos asks. “They’re always dry and tasteless and it seems like a huge waste of money. We could put it toward our honeymoon instead.”
“Baby,” T.K. stops walking and takes both of Carlos’ hands in his. “It’s not that I don’t think you could bake a wedding cake. It’s that I don’t think you could bake our wedding cake.”
Carlos just raises an eyebrow and waits for T.K. to explain his cryptic statement. 
“I love you,” he starts and Carlos rolls his eyes. “But I also know you. And I think, that in the days leading up to our wedding, you might start to feel a little…stressed. I really don’t think you want the added responsibility of baking a cake for a hundred people, do you?”
Carlos’ shoulders slump. “No. But what we’ve seen so far today isn’t very promising.”
“Well then we’ll just have to keep trying,” T.K. says as he loops his arm through Carlos’ and starts walking again. “I will selflessly commit to visiting every bakery in this city until we find you the perfect wedding cake.”
Carlos laughs. “You just want more cake.”
“Eh, that’s just a perk,” T.K. tells him with a wink, pulling open the next bakery’s door.
The space is bright, and modern, display cakes placed artfully around the room. “Hi,” the woman behind the counter says brightly. “Are you Carlos and T.K.?”
The appointment goes perfectly. The designs are unique but within their price range, the owner, Katie, is beyond helpful and takes her time, and everything they try is so good they struggle to choose a favorite. They leave two hours later with signed paperwork and an additional box of cake samples to take home. 
“See?” T.K. says. “Told you we’d find one. I get to have a wedding free of cake stress, and you get to check something else off your list. It’s a win-win.”
“I should never have doubted you,” Carlos says.
Engagement Photos
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” T.K. calls as he rushes into the loft, hurling his bag to the floor and kicking off his shoes into a haphazard heap. 
A last minute call had put them well into overtime and he knew that his fiancé was going to be sweating his late arrival since they were now fifteen minutes late for their engagement photo session. 
“I just have to jump in the shower and then I’ll be ready, ten minutes tops, I sw—“
The rest of his assurances die on his lips as he enters their bedroom and finds Carlos laying out his clothes on the bed. “Hi,” T.K. says, eyes slowly looking his fiancé up and down.
Carlos has on dark jeans and a grey button down, a narrow tie completing the look. His curls are artfully tousled the way T.K. likes them best and he smells incredible. He’s hot, and judging by the look in his eyes, he knows it.
“Hi,” Carlos says, a small smirk quirking his lips as he straightens up and leans over to give T.K. a peck on the lips.
“You uh, you look great,” T.K. tells him.
“Thanks,” Carlos says. “You look like hell.”
“Long shift,” T.K. tells him, feeling the weight of it in his bones. He’s not actually sure how he’s going to muster up the energy to smile for six hundred photos, but this is important to Carlos and Andrea, so he’s going to figure it out. 
Carlos reaches out and touches a spot behind T.K.’s ear. “Is this blood?”
T.K. winces and pulls back. “Yeah last guy was a gusher. Took us forever to get the rig cleaned out, that’s part of why I’m so late.” He pauses and cocks his head. Carlos looks calm and assured, not frantic the way he’d thought he would be. “Speaking of which, why aren’t you freaking out? If we don’t get these done today we won’t have them in time for our save-the-dates.”
“I already called and asked if Maria could push us a half an hour. She said it was no problem,” Carlos says. 
T.K. feels himself sag in relief. “Have I mentioned that you are the best fiancé in the entire universe?” he asks.
“Mmm I think maybe once or twice,” Carlos says, running a hand over T.K.’s hair and cupping his face. “But I like hearing it. And you don’t need to keep apologizing, it’s not your fault that your shift ran long. It happens.”
“I know, but I don’t want you to think this isn’t important to me,” T.K. tells him. “I know I wasn’t initially very…open about engagement photos.”
In fact he still thinks they’re kind of stupid. But Carlos and Andrea really want them, and he’ll do anything to make Carlos happy, even if it means getting dressed up and fake smiling for two hours.
“I know you care,” Carlos says. “You don’t need to worry about that.”
“Well I’m still going to make it up to you later,” T.K. tells him, tugging gently at his tie.
“Oh, I fully intend to let you,” Carlos says, eyes going a little dark. Then he puts his hands on T.K.’s shoulders and turns him toward the bathroom. “Now go shower.”
“Love you!” T.K. calls over his shoulder.
“Love you too!”
Gift Registration
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
“Oh my god, please stop,” Carlos says, taking hold of T.K.’s wrist to prevent him from scanning yet another random item. “This isn’t laser tag.”
“But it’s fun,” T.K. tells him as he breaks Carlos’ hold and spins around to zap another box, effectively registering them for a decorative glass swan that Carlos immediately removes from their list via his phone. He’s also had to remove an industrial cappuccino maker, a box of tampons, five XXL t-shirts, and a cotton candy machine in the last fifteen minutes alone. When he’d suggested they go register for some wedding gifts, he clearly hadn’t thought through the childlike joy that a hand held scanner would give his fiancé. 
“So what exactly do we think is the limit on what people will buy for us?” T.K. asks as he scans a set of dinner plates with little flowers on them.
“I’m pretty sure a Maserati or a Lambo are probably off the table,” Carlos says with a wry smile. 
“You’re the one with the car fetish babe, not me,” T.K. tells him, smiling when Carlos immediately looks around to see if anyone heard him.
“It’s not a fetish,” Carlos replies, his voice low. “It’s just an appreciation for fine machinery.” He immediately realizes his mistake and tries to correct. “T.K. don’t—“
“I appreciate your fine machinery,” T.K. says with a grin, setting the scanner on a shelf so he can slide his hands into Carlos’ back pockets and tug him closer as his fiancé rolls his eyes. 
“You just can’t pass up an opportunity to be a flirt, can you?” Carlos asks.
“I really can’t,” T.K. says, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Seriously though, we don’t need any of this stuff. We already have towels and pots and pans and champagne glasses.”
“It might be nice to upgrade some of our things,” Carlos says, picking up a box. “Marlon Blendo the Second?”
“Can’t we just tell everyone to give us cash?” T.K. asks as they wander down another aisle where he immediately zaps a dog bed shaped like a cheeseburger. 
“I think that’s probably frowned upon,” Carlos says. 
“We’re a cop and a paramedic. We don’t need…” T.K. taps a box close to him, “a breadmaker. We need to pay our bills.”
“That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me,” Carlos says dryly. He looks around the store. “I think we’re done here, right? We can go home and look online.”
“But I want to scan more stuff,” T.K. says, pointing the scanner at a pink and purple unicorn bean bag chair. 
“What if I buy you boba on the way home?”
T.K. raises his eyebrows. “Are you bribing me like a toddler?”
“Bribery, love, is there really a difference?” Carlos teases. 
T.K. considers this for a moment, then sets the scanner down. “Fine. But I’m getting a large.”
Invitations
“Mom I don’t think—No I’m not! We said we—“
T.K. listens from the couch as Carlos switches between English and Spanish. He’s been quietly arguing with his mom for nearly half an hour and he looks spent. He’s run his hands through his curls so many times that they’re sticking up all over the place and his forehead is pinched tightly in the middle, creating a V over the top of his glasses. 
“I’ll ask T.K. No, Mom, that��s it. I’ll talk to him. Okay. Okay. Adiós.”
Carlos hangs up and sighs, letting his head flop forward onto the table. 
“You okay?” T.K. asks when he doesn’t get up.
“My mom wants to add ten more people to the guest list,” Carlos says, his voice muffled by the stack of invitations he’s mashed his face into. “Three family friends, my great aunt and uncle, and five cousins from New York.”
T.K. frowns. “I didn’t know you had any family in New York.”
Carlos lifts his head, a look of long suffering on his face. “I didn’t either. I’ve never even met them. So I don’t know why my mom thinks they should be invited to our wedding. We told her we wanted to keep the guest list small, but this is the third time she’s called this week and I—“
“Hey,” T.K. stands and joins him at the table, rubbing a hand over his back. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into her. She’s not usually like this. She’s turning into some kind of Mom-zilla.”
“She’s excited. She wants to show you off.”
Carlos still looks miserable. “I didn’t know that weddings were this much work. When my sisters got married I just kind of showed up.”
“Why don’t we take a break?” T.K. suggests. “It’s late, all the wedding stress will still be there in the morning.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Carlos sighs, looking down at the stack of invitations in front of him. When he looks up again his face has gone from exhausted to something that T.K. can’t quite interpret. “Marry me.”
T.K. blinks a couple times. “Pretty sure that’s what we’re already doing babe.”
“Marry me now,” Carlos says, and there’s a tinge of desperation in his tone.
T.K. checks his watch. “At 10:37pm? I don’t think there’s anywhere to get married right now, except for Vegas. And that’s a really long drive. You’ll be late for work tomorrow.”
“I don’t care,” Carlos says, looking a little manic . “I don’t care about any of it. I just want to marry you.”
It’s so genuine and sweet and T.K. feels his heart melt a little bit, even though he knows Carlos very much does care and that’s how they’ve gotten here in the first place. 
“Let’s go to city hall tomorrow,” he continues, reaching for T.K.’s hands. “We don’t need flowers or favors or…or…or save the dates. We just need each other, right? That’s all that matters?”
“Yes,” T.K. says with a soft smile. “That’s all that matters.”
Carlos sags in relief. “You really don’t care about the rest of it?”
“Carlos I proposed to you in the middle of the night without a ring, of course I don’t care,” T.K. says, running his thumb soothingly over the back of Carlos’ hand. He chooses his next words carefully. “But baby, I think you do.”
Carlos doesn’t say anything, he just sits staring down at his lap in defeat, so T.K. continues. “You’ve worked so hard on all of this and it’s going to be amazing. We don’t need it, but we deserve to have an awesome wedding that our friends and family can be a part of. And if you wake up tomorrow morning and decide you still don’t care, then I will run down to city hall with you the minute they open the doors.” He pauses. “But remember that your mom will murder us. And then Marjan will bring us back and murder us again. So our wedded bliss will be short lived.”
“I’m just so tired,” Carlos says, looking defeated. “I don’t know if I can deal with six more months of this.”
“Then let me help,” T.K. tells him. “I will call your mom tomorrow and work out the guest list, okay? And we can divide up whatever else is on your list to get done this week.”
Relief washes over Carlos’ face and he leans forward, wrapping a hand around the back of T.K.’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “Thank you,” he says.
“You’re welcome,” T.K. says, their faces still only millimeters apart. “Do you want to get ready for bed?”
Carlos nods and hums an affirmative, leaning in and brushing their lips together again and then again.
T.K. smiles against him, acutely aware of the half lidded, familiar look in Carlos’ eyes. “Is me taking over wedding duties a turn on?”
Carlos nods and kisses T.K. a little more firmly this time.
“So not actually bed then?”
Carlos shakes his head and gently pulls T.K. to his feet. No more invitations are addressed that night. 
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Band Dad Ashton Masterlist
Bittersweet - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) Luke/Ashton T, 20k
Summary: It’s not growing older that scares Luke. It’s that everyone else will outgrow him before he catches up.
If I Could Fly (ao3) - no_clue_who T, 2k
Summary: Ashton had been traveling. Michael had been traveling. Calum had been traveling. Luke knew in the back of his mind that his friends' lives had more to them than just him. The world didn’t revolve around him and him feeling less than stellar when all of their vacations accidentally lined up and he was alone.
And Luke was alone at home, his brain attacking him at every turn. He couldn’t look into a mirror or at the slowly growing pile of clothes on his bedroom floor, he barely dragged himself out of bed and when he finally did, he would forget to put any food or water into his body.
or Luke is feeling so much and nothing at all.
Lightweight - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 5k
Summary: Rule #1 of a night out; you don’t turn your back on drunk Luke Hemmings. You don’t do it.
Ashton swears he only turned his back for a second.
Lukey Boy - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 4k
Summary: Ashton brings Luke to Craft Club.
mirrorball (ao3) - no_clue_who T, 1k
Summary: The zoom call was less than ideal. They had been told that the tour was going to be pushed back, this summer is too soon for everything to be cleared out and safe. Ashton knew that they were all upset at what happened, Calum and Michael both hung up the second they could to cement how upset they were. Luke hadn’t said a word since they got told about the postponement, just sitting there in silence.
Rockstar - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) Ashton/OMC T, 5k
Summary: “I’m gonna buy you a drink.”
Ashton mumbles, his cheeks feeling hot and his body feeling lost, “Just one.”
And it really is just the one.
It’s just one drink.
sand falling through my fingers (ao3) - deserteyes Michael/Luke, Calum/Ashton G, 669
Summary: Ashton does some thinking while filming the Complete Mess music video.
Tailspin - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 5k
Summary: He’s not even sad. He’s just tired. And drunk. And lonely.
the fallout (ao3) - sunshineash Calum/Ashton T, 27k
Summary: The second Ashton saw the gun being pulled from the inside of a trench coat, he tried to run and tackle the kid to the ground, but it’d been too late. He was staring down the barrel of an unforgiving assault rifle and bullets were spiraling towards him before he even had the chance to scream for it to just stop. He remembers them tearing though his flesh, such unbelievable agony making a throat-ripping scream tear from his lips. He remembers the blood seeping through his shirt as he fell to the ground and feeling guilty because ‘fuck, this is Calum’s shirt. He’ll kill me for ruining it.’ But, then, the thought set in that Calum couldn’t kill him for it, because he’d already be dead.
or —
calum takes care of ashton after he’s been in a shooting
this is me trying (ao3) - no_clue_who M, 4k
Summary: He heard a soft knock on his door and then another flash of lighting. There's another knock, a little louder, and another clap of thunder. Ashton moved towards the front door and heard something before he opened the door, twisting the doorknob and opening it.
Luke was standing on his doorstep, slowly getting drenched with Petunia’s leash in his hands.
“Luke?”
“I’m,” was all Luke could get out before another clap of thunder rang out above and made Luke flitch.
Torn Up - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) T, 8k
Summary: Ashton can pretend all he wants, but Michael isn't an idiot; he knows when something's wrong.
would you bail me out if i needed? (ao3) - bellawritess Michael/Ashton T, 1k
Summary: “They’re where?”
“In jail,” Calum sighs.
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The Photographer - part 1
This is a new modern Tommy story, inspired by the Christmas Traditions I wrote for @runnning-outof-time's Holiday BINGO Challenge. I finished that up, and the characters didn't go away. So, here is a bit back into their relationship - before they started dating. I have a few little bits written, so I'll be adding to it as I get a chance. This won't be a linear story, it will be jumping around a bit as I feel inspired. Thank you K for inspiring me in a roundabout way!
Warnings: mild language, mentions of loss and grief.
Word count: 2500 approx.
The Photographer Masterlist
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Y/N drove up to the address on her phone. It was a beautiful house, classic looking outside, impeccably landscaped.
Ringing the doorbell, butterflies were in her stomach, Y/N kept reminding herself that she was there to do a job, this wasn’t a date, she shouldn’t be nervous.
Tommy opened the door, not wearing his usual suit and tie, but, rather jeans and a slim fitting shirt. “Hey Y/N! I’m glad you were able to squeeze us in.”
“It's nice to see you Tommy, I’d take every opportunity to hang out with Charlie. You’ve got one seriously cute kid. Speaking of, where is he?”
“Oh, he’s got the iPad. I needed a little quiet time before you got here today.”
“I completely understand. I have a nephew about his age, he’s got so much energy, I wish I could bottle it!”
Tommy smiled at you. Fuck. You were wearing tight jeans, a pair of Blundstones, a tight-fitting top and a plaid shirt jacket, open. You looked so fucking hot, it was doing things to him.
“So, what are you thinking, posed photos or more natural photos?”
“A bit of both maybe? It’d be nice to send an updated photo to his grandmother, and I’d love some more candid shots, maybe of the two of us together?”
“Absolutely. Hey, Tommy, relax. Pretend I’m not here. Just go about your day with Charlie. I’m going to go out to your back garden and get set up, the light is perfect right now, not too high yet. Just come out when you’re ready.”
“Thanks.”
Y/N went outside, took out her camera and her favourite lens. She wandered around the yard, looking at all the opportunities for photos. She’d been doing this for a long time, she had tricks up her sleeve to get smiles out of even the trickiest customers. All of a sudden, she heard her name being yelled and a blur of a small human came running toward her. 
“Hey Charlie! I’m so glad you and your dad asked me to come over today. Is it alright if I take your picture?”
“Of course. I’ve been waiting for you to come over since I ate my breakfast. Daddy said you would come over after breakfast.”
“Yeah, sorry, I slept in a bit this morning, I was tired from a party I went to the other night.”
“A birthday party? Was there cake? I’m going to have a Paw Patrol party for my birthday this year.”
“It wasn’t a birthday party, it was a wedding – a love party. There was a huge cake too. Paw Patrol is pretty cool, who’s your favourite pup? Mine’s Rubble.”
“I like Marshall. He gets to drive the fire truck and the ambulance. You can come to my party, I’ll make sure daddy sends you an invitation.”
“I’d like that a lot, Charlie.”
You looked up at Tommy, he looked a little sheepish, but also amazed that you were able to win his son over so easily.
“Hey Charlie, why don’t we come over here and we can practice our smiles.” 
You got him posed on a rock in the corner of the yard, the little boy didn’t stop talking between smiles. Your heart melted, he was the absolute sweetest thing you’d ever seen.
“Hey, daddy, why don’t you sneak in behind Charlie, let him sit on your knee?” 
Tommy did what you said, and you snapped some more photos for the reel. “Charlie, what is your favourite thing to do with daddy outside?”
“We like to lay on a big blanket, it was mummy’s favourite. We look up at the stars and look for the twinkly ones, those are mummy saying, ‘I love you’.”
“Can you show me?”
Tommy turned to Charlie, “Go inside and get mummy’s blanket from your room. Bring it outside, and we’ll show Y/N how we look for stars, maybe today, we’ll look to see if there are any clouds sending us signs.”
Your eyes were watering as you watched the four-year-old run back into the house. “I’m sorry, I thought he’d tell me he liked to play on the swing or something.”
“It’s okay. We talk about Grace all the time. How she had to go to watch over us.”
“I’m really sorry for your loss. It must be so hard.”
“It’s not easy, but Charlie is worth it.”
You smiled at him, “I barely know him, and I think he is too.” Suddenly, his attention shifted to the door. There was Charlie, carrying a wool blanket, ready to show you how he looked for his mum in the sky.
They laid out the blanket and then they lay down. Tommy was a natural, he tickled his son, he cuddled his son, he pressed sweet kisses to his forehead. He was not the man you thought he was the first time you met him.
“Okay, can you two show me what your favourite toys are in the house? I want to see your room, Charlie!”
Tommy smiled at you as you helped him fold up the blanket. Your hand brushed his, and you could swear you felt sparks. You had had a massive crush on him since the first event. You’d even turned down a truly decent guy just a few weeks ago because you had feelings for Tommy. 
You followed Tommy inside, letting him lead you to Charlie’s room. Inside everything was perfect. Charlie’s bedroom looked like an advertisement for Pottery Barn Kids. His bed was perfectly made, his toys were lined up on the shelf and in the toy box. On his bedside table was a sweet photo of him and his mum, he couldn’t have been more than a year old. You watched as Tommy got down on the floor to play while Charlie brought over his Paw Patrol lookout and pups for playing. “Chase is on the case!” He shouted as Tommy helped him push the elevator up the lookout. 
You snapped away, watching Tommy forget you were there. You were so glad you were able to see this side of him, though you were worried that if he didn’t ask you out, you might never get over this crush. There was something about him, he was fit, he wore sharp clothes, he never looked bad. His hair was always in place, his ice blue eyes brought you in and his full lips and beautiful smile held your attention. You weren’t sure that there was a handsomer man anywhere else in the world. After a little while, you thought it best to let them switch activities. “Do you like to read stories with daddy, Charlie?”
“Yeah! We always read a story in daddy’s bed before I go to sleep.”
“What’s your favourite one?” 
“I’ll show you!”
Charlie ran to his bookshelf and found his favourite book. It was easy to tell it was his favourite, it was well-worn. It was a copy of ‘Where the Wild Things Are’. Tommy got up and led Charlie to the door, “Well, we’d best show Y/N how we read this book every night.”
You came into the bedroom, it was beautiful. Immaculate. The only sign that a woman had been there, ever, was the bottle of perfume on the dresser. You imagined that it helped get through tough days, to smell his wife’s perfume again. God did you wish there was something you could do to take away this sadness. You stood up on the blanket box at the end of the bed, angling your camera down to capture a bird’s eye view of story time. Noticing Grace’s photo on the bedside table, you angled yourself in just a way to get her ‘watching’ her boys. 
When the story was over, Tommy got up and announced that it was time to eat. “Come on Charlie, let’s make some lunch. Y/N, you’re welcome to join us.”
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“We’re making cheese toasties, nothing fancy and definitely no imposition.”
“How’d you know cheese toasties are my favourite? Can I help?”
“No, but Charlie will.” You took that cue to mean that they were making lunch for you. 
“Thank you.”
You went downstairs and sat at the counter while Charlie and Tommy put on their aprons to make lunch. You snapped another few photos of them hard at work, the relationship between father and son was so wonderful to observe.
Charlie served you yours and you thanked him. Tommy brought his and Charlie’s over and you sat together at the table watching the backyard. “Do you think you’ve got enough photos?”
“I have so much, but I’m watching the light in your garden, and I want to try one more thing when we’re done – if that’s okay.”
“Of course. You’re the artist, I just want to have some photos of my son and I, it’s hard being a single dad. I don’t remember to take the photos.”
“I understand. I don’t mean to overstep or anything, but from what I see, you are the most incredible dad. You should be proud, you’ve got one amazing kid.”
“Thank you.”
Everyone was done their lunch, so you reached out to grab the plates to take them to the sink. “Thank you, Y/N.” Charlie smiled.
“Thank you for the delicious lunch. I haven’t had a cheese toastie in a long time, and that was so tasty. Are you up for another few photos? Then I’ll let you and daddy get back to your regular afternoon.”
Charlie looked sad, “I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay, you can stay for dinner, you can have a sleepover, I’ve got lots of room in my room.”
Tommy interjected. “Hey, Y/N needs to go home after this, but we can make plans and see her again. I promise.”
You smiled, “Of course Charlie. I have a secret place I discovered last week that I want to show you.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
You were finally outside, Tommy looked at you for instructions. “I want you to put Charlie on your shoulders, and I want you to go over by the big tree. Maybe tell him a funny story, get him to laugh.”
“Alright.” Tommy did as you said. You crouched down to get a different angle, to catch the light through the tree. Sneaking a quick peek on your camera, you knew you’d gotten the shot. You let them play a bit more, and then announced that you had everything you needed.
Tommy and Charlie walked you to the door, waving goodbye. “Send me your invoice, Y/N. Thank you for coming today.”
“Thank you for having me. And Charlie?”
“Yeah?” 
“Get your dad to call me and I’ll show you the secret place one day soon.”
You smiled and waved one more time as you pulled away from their house. You couldn’t wait to get home, you were going to process these photos today, you were certain there was magic on your camera.
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You weren’t wrong. The photos you pulled up were beautiful. You weren’t certain that you’d ever taken such wonderful shots before, and you’d been doing this for seven years professionally. You’d even won awards for some of your photos. Charlie was so photogenic, and so was his dad. You sat at your computer, working your magic, polishing your already near perfect shots. When you finally looked up, it was late. Making yourself a salad for dinner, you uploaded a few photos – your favourites, and sent them to Tommy with the words ‘Sneak Peek’ in the subject line. You curled up on your bed putting on a show and climbing under the covers. You pulled your phone out and saw a text from Tommy.
T:         Thank you for today. I haven’t had so much fun getting my picture taken in probably forever. 
You smiled, and replied,
Y/N:     Thank you for inviting me into your home. Your son is the sweetest, and you are such a good dad. I am in awe of you.
Tommy paused, should he, or shouldn’t he? Taking a deep breath, he typed and hit send quickly.
T:         Can I take you out on Friday night?
Y/N:     I thought you’d never ask. I would love to.
T:         What d’you mean by that?
Y/N:     I’ve been hoping you’d ask me out since I met you. I always just felt like there was something there, but I knew you had a complicated history, so I didn’t say anything.
T:         I’ve wanted to ask you out since that very first photo shoot and Christmas party. You looked so fucking sexy.
Y/N:     Really? I couldn’t stop searching the room for you, I was drawn in by your eyes, your smile…
T:         God, I wish you were here. I want to kiss you. I thought about your lips on mine all morning.
 Y/N:    Friday. I’ll make sure I wear that same lipstick that I wore today. Do you want to meet me somewhere?
T:         I’ll pick you up, send me your address. Does 6 work?
Y/N:     Yes. Tommy?
T:         Yeah?
Y/N:     I just want to make sure you’re ready, I can tell you loved her and that you both miss her a lot.
T:         I’m ready. Let’s talk about that over dinner. I need to get Charlie’s lunch ready for nursery tomorrow.
Y/N:     Sounds good. Good night, Tommy.
T:         Good night, Y/N.
Two hours passed when you saw another message on your phone.
T:         Just saw the photos. You’re brilliant. I love that one of Charlie on my shoulders, and that one of me reading to him with Grace watching us. You really are amazing. Thank you for a wonderful day, Charlie was so happy you came over. So was I. Good night, I’m looking forward to Friday.
You didn’t reply, just smiled and put your phone down so that you could go to sleep. You were happy that Tommy seemed impressed with your work.
The next morning you woke to a massive text from Ada.
A:         Tommy just sent me the sneak peeks you sent him last night. God these are beautiful. I mean, he’s my brother and all, but Jesus, those pictures are perfect. When you’re done, can you send me a couple good ones? I want to do something special for Father’s Day since Charlie’s too young to do that. Also, can I get you to come by our place and take some pictures of Karl with Freddie and me? 
Y/N:     Thanks Ada. I’m so happy with our photo shoot, Charlie is a dream and your brother is practically model material. I’ll gladly send you my favourites, let me know what you have in mind, I’ve got a few connections in the industry. He asked me out for Friday night.
A:         You’re serious? It’s about time!
Y/N:     Don’t say anything to anyone, I just needed to tell someone. And yes, let's set a date to take pictures of your family. I can’t wait!
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i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: ncis: hawai’i s2 from ncis 19x21
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since the first ep back is a crossover with ncis i just decided to watch those eps first. if this is their way of getting more ppl to watch the og…it’s working lmao
— ncis 19x21 + ncis hawaii 2x01
roman’s hilarious
“salted or unsalted?” “i…did not taste them” lmao
i don’t like this deputy director at all
parker’s ex wife is definitely lying and probably setting him up
“if i’m the sucker, consider me licked” 😭
*pretends to be shocked*
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lmaooo they got the commander good in that diner
at least parker is suspicious
WHAT???
hm. i wonder if the commander is the raven
damn this storyline is insane
jane and nick would be such a hot couple why lie
oh wow it’s the prisoner
kate and lucy are so cute
“don’t worry, you’re gonna get to know the inmates, believe me” pls
oh they got played
bombside manner 😭😭
i love bam-bam she’s hilarious
“screw you, torres!” “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” skjfhghcjjs
IT WAS A SETUP
i’ll never get tired of ocean shots
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this crossover was SO MUCH better than the first one omg
— ncis: hawai’i 2x02
kate wants to tell her boss about lucy so she can meet her team 🥹
he was shot in the face?? how horrific
ernie gossiping 😭
“first off, it’s a movie about family” dkfjgjfjdn
mai tai o’clock 😭😭
that’s a lot of blood
i love that kate’s venting to jesse
NOT THE CROWBAR
that chase was cool as hell
“i don’t have friends, i got ohana” lmaoo i love them
“it’s like a trilogy, right?” lmfaooo
“i’ll be right here, with ya” aww
“welcome to the fbi family” 🫶🏻🥹
THEY’RE SO CUTE
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— 2x03
why is this woman so nervous…
oh shit they cut her brakes
“i’m like half your size!” 😭😭
oop not lucy coming at her with her full government name
“well now you’re just trying to turn me on 😏” LUCY CLAPPING TO GET HER TO FOCUS PLS 😭
SHE FULL ON BODY SLAMMED HER ICB
wait, what??
this audrey looks like she’s wearing a really bad wig
bam-bam doesn’t remember jesse lmao
“but mostly, we spoke the language of love” 😭
“ohhhh i see it now!” hours later lmao
oh redhead looked like she saw a ghost when she saw kate for the first time
“open yourself up to more mopping” plsss
oh shit this is intense
“my love” 🥹
“being with you has changed everything” i love them y’all i really do
— 2x04
a backup shoe 😭
hell no i would never think to cook in someone’s house when i’ve never even met them before
i do not like cassandra at all
they were all scared to death…what a terrible way to die
“their fear is his high” how evil
no fucking way it’s the ranger who was helping them earlier
PIKE??????
THAT WAS INSANE
jane lying and saying she likes cassandra pls
besides the season premiere, this was my favorite episode of the season so far
— 2x05
oh my God
lmao that kacy scene was so awkward
i can’t wait to find out who this aj person is
all of these construction men are hot…assholes but. hot.
kate really put her foot in her mouth with that financially responsible comment
not him blaming ben + the team for what’s happening as if he didn’t get into bed with them in the first place
this ep was frustrating but really good
i don’t trust aj at all. he’s probably the one who had the brothers attacked.
that was such a beautiful ending
— 2x06
i’m on daniel’s side with this one sorry
God this is making me never want to leave my house again…fentanyl scattered all over the beach are you fr
“if the devil got into the drug business, fentanyl would be his product of choice” so true
“it’s not every day i get to spend time with my little buddy” the smile on kai’s face when he thought ernie was talking about him is making me lose it
i’d like to thank the writers for gracing us with shirtless kai scenes
bam-bam and ernie beefing is hilarious
oh my God i really thought jesse was gone
kai really threw down that bag so he could hug jesse jdjgjvjdhsvc
alex getting a job at kai’s dads restaurant oh wow 😭
“your dad doesn’t know what he missed out on” i love their friendship so so much
stella knows there’s something wrong
well that was unexpected
i want more annoyed kate
jesse’s insane
lucy “my love” tara and kate “my sweet” whistler you are so adorable
the tear ☹️
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i get the writers needed an excuse for yasmine being gone but lucy deciding to spend four months on a boat in the middle of the ocean is so out of character
— 2x08
kai is such a SWEETHEART
not jesse being a theater kid omg?
“the pirate queen” “no, just stop. you’re embarrassing yourself” the way kai just nods 😭
mcu mention oh this is hell
alan’s an idiot
ernie 😭😭😭
okay a movie shoot was not expected
lucy needs to come home NOW
“walk away” he is very much not going to do that
not at all important to the plot but charlie’s neck is so freaking thick lmfao
cassandra needs to pack her shit and go already
jane is such a badass i don’t care if what she did was a stupid move
they did alan so foul
oh shit kai’s dad took money from those men???
CHARLEMAGNE 😭😭
oh jane’s gonna kill alex
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justsomeclintasha · 2 years
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Clint is coping. Of course he is.
And he’ll be fine on his own for a week.
After all, there are other people in the Tower that can help him.
At least that’s what he tells Natasha.
He has no intention of talking to them.
A month after New York, it still doesn’t feel like home. This isn’t his family. These people aren’t his friends. It’s fine.
She leaves for a mission.
His room feels empty without her.
Sleep doesn’t come.
If he wasn’t so weak, he could have fought back.
If he wasn’t so weak, Coulson would still be alive.
If he wasn’t so weak- he wouldn’t be gripping a bottle of the same brand his dad drank before he wrapped himself around a tree.
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Her text messages go unanswered.
Steve knocks on his door. He yells out that he’s fine and the captain gives up. They don’t know each other very well. What is he supposed to say?
His phone chimes again.
He turns it off and throws it on the floor.
Rage bubbles up in his chest. How could she just leave and act like everything is normal? The news is still covering the destruction. Shield is reeling from the loss of their agents. Of Coulson. And she pushes on and goes away like it’s just another day?
Fuck her.
He still wants her to come home safe.
Frustrated tears sting his eyes.
It’s not her she’s angry with.
He pulls her pillow close and cries.
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It’s not fair that he can’t hear.
He used to. And then his old man got drunk and hit him harder than ever- pummeled him until his ears were bleeding and he thinks his mom was screaming but he doesn’t know because everything was muffled and hot and bloody-
He wakes up in a cold sweat that reeks of whiskey.
His mom would be so disappointed.
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There’s still time to clean up.
Time to pretend he’s alright, that he had a lazy week without her. Lie about watching Dog Cops and ordering pizza.
He should take out the trash.
Wash the dishes.
Do some laundry.
His stomach cramps as he clutches the porcelain of the toilet and heaves.
Who is he kidding?
The garbage can is filled with empty bottles and he hasn’t showered since yesterday.
He’s a fucking mess, and she’s a master spy.
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It’s late afternoon when her key turns in the lock. He’s still on the couch and doesn’t turn to face her. Footsteps pause in the kitchen, then enter the living room.
“I shouldn’t have left.”
Tension hangs in the air. He doesn’t know how to deal with this. She tries again.
“Come on. Up.”
“Go away, Nat.”
“No.” This time she kneels in front of him, and he avoids her eyes. “Come on. Shower. I’m not asking. You smell like that gross whiskey.”
Reluctantly, he follows her to the bathroom, shame radiating off him in waves. Neither of them talk as he strips and steps into the shower. She sits on the bathroom carpet. The water is hot.
He scrubs his skin so hard it hurts.
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The next day she cleans. Empty bottles are thrown away, full ones are dumped in the sink. He watches from the living room.
Eventually he finds the energy to make them sandwiches for lunch. It’s simple, but somehow exhausting.
A heaviness sits on his chest and shoulders that he can’t quite explain. He doesn’t have to. She moves him back to the couch after lunch and he sleeps.
With a start, he wakes to a hand rubbing his ankle. His feet are in her lap. Dog Cops is playing on the television like nothing ever happened. One of her favorite candles is burning on the kitchen counter. The house smells clean and cozy. He doesn’t know how long he slept.
“I ordered pizza for dinner.”
“I couldn’t do this without you, Nat.”
“I’m sure you have them on speed dial,” she says, trying to make a joke, but it falls flat as she wipes away tears.
The skin around her eyes is red and puffy.
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“I’m going back to therapy.”
“I think that’s a good idea.”
He brings it up over coffee, knowing that he’s most honest when he’s tired, and he hasn’t even finished his first cup. Neither of them sleep past six. The first rays of daylight are just starting to peek through the clouds.
“I blame myself, for a lot of things. Recent things. Things in the past. And.. I’m not dealing with them in a healthy way. I need help.”
He holds up a hand as she opens her mouth. “I mean I need professional help. I love you, Nat, and it’s not fair to dump all this on you. There are..” It’s hard to say, but he has to. He swallows. “There are people around me who care. And people who will help me. I have to acknowledge that and admit that I can’t do this on my own.”
Her fingers brush his cheek, tilting his head to look at her.
“I’m so proud of you,” she whispers. Her voice wavers, and for a moment, he wonders if she’s going to cry.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” A shaky laugh leaves her lips and she pulls him in for a hug. He’s pretty sure she’s crying now, and he might be, too. Screw it.
Sometimes things are hard.
That doesn’t mean they have to do it alone.
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bensonsbobblehead · 2 years
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Summertime Sadness - Chapter 2
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Aubrey and Jack hotchner come home for the summer after living in California with their mom for the school year. How will they deal with the trauma in California and living with their fathers new girlfriend. (the pictures in the banner are NOT the characters in the story besides the Criminal Minds characters) 
Content Pairings: Hotchner Famiy x BAU!Reader (ft; the team and others) POV: switches a lot. 
Chapter Warnings: more angst, cussing, arguing, and yelling. Panic attack. More characters coming soon i promise
wc; 1.5k 
A/N: here's chapter two, hope you’re enjoying. I'll tell you ahead of time it does deal with trauma and abuse in later chapters. 
Aubrey had been applying to jobs since before she left California. Taking master classes with young  choreographers around the area wasn’t keeping her busy enough. She got her a simple job as a patient transporter at the local hospital. 
She refused to drive her dads car so he has been picking her up when she gets off work. She got off work earlier than she expected and needed to be picked up. Just her luck her dad got called in for some reason she didn’t care enough to really listen to the reason why. So, he sent you to go get her, which was the only option. You pulled into the hospital front entrance and parked. Aubrey had been finishing up with her last patient. 
You took in the young girl and her beautiful smile and how caring she was even from a distance. The girl seen the black suv and headed towards it. Aubrey opened the door and hopped in the front seat. 
“Hey, your dad sent me cause he was called to the office.” You pulled off, the hospital wasn’t very far from the house but it was way to hot for Bre to walk. “I know he told me” as she put her seatbelt on and faced forward. 
“How was work?” Attempting to make small conversation with the young women. “I can tell you really like your job from the way you were talking with that patient”
“yeah, I guess” the girl replied,
“You know I use—-“ 
“Please stop” Aubrey begged “Don’t pretend like you like me.” Before you could reply Aubrey was hopping out of the car and heading towards the door. 
“Hey dad, I’m tired so I’m gonna go take a nap.” Aubrey said as she was walking past avoiding any unnecessary conversation. “Okay” Aaron said puzzled, “Hey, did something happen at work?” Asking you who was walking through the door with bags of groceries.
“I barely got two words out of her, but she thinks I’m pretending to like her.” you said making the air quotes with your fingers.
“How do you know?” Aaron asked,
“She said it, I’m going go try to talk to her.” She placed a kiss on Aaron’s lips as Jack was walking down the stairs.
“You know you have a room right?” As he swung open the freezer door, and searched for his frozen grapes. You laughed into the kiss, and headed towards Aubrey’s room. 
The door was slightly open, You gave two knocks and stepped into the room. Aubrey was on her bed taking her shoes off get ready for bed. She looked up to see it was you and looked back down at her shoes, “what?” she said with a bit of attitude. 
“Can we talk?” You asked, “About what?” Aubrey gave her all her attention, Emily shocked the girl is even giving her a chance. 
“Can I sit?” Pointing at her bed Aubrey nodded and you finally sat down. 
“What made you say I’m pretending to like you?” You asked bluntly,
“Cause I know how people like you are”  you were taken aback people like you? 
“What do you mean?” You asked curious as to how the young girl views you.
“People that my parents think are good for them.” Aubrey looked you dead in your eye. 
“Aubrey what do you mean by that, please talk to me I can tell something is going on with you and your brother?" the girl looked at you as if you were the first person to notice how she had changed, tears began to form in her eyes.
“I can’t…I —“ she stuttered with tear falling down her eyes. Aubrey looked at you and attempted to continue. “In California my mom had a—“ Aubrey hadn’t talked to anyone about what happened, only Jack knows. She knew talking about it with anyone would help her get through this but she couldn’t. You'd look at her differently like he said everyone would. She looked at you and completely stopped herself. 
“Never mind, just leave, I’m tired.” she demanded, walking over to her closet to put her shoes away. 
“Aubrey I just want to help you honey—“ she cut you off before you could finish. “STOP CALLING ME THAT! I'm not your fucking honey!” Aubrey yelled as the tears continued to fall. 
“Now get the hell out!” Aubrey said causing her brother and dad to hurry up the stairs. 
 As Aaron was approaching the door he noticed a very distraught you walking out of Aubrey’s room with tears in your eyes.
“Aubrey MARIE hotchner, what the hell is wrong with you?” Aaron yelled loudly,
 “You’re completely different person now, apologize to her. NOW” 
Aubrey ignored him wiping tears as more dropped pulling her legs to her chest 
“Go say sorry now Aubrey.” Aaron was so angry he barley acknowledged bres tears. He tried to grab her arm causing her to scream as she began to panic. Her breathing was heavy and she was hysterical. “Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t” Aubrey repeated with her hands over her ears and knees close to her chest. 
“Aubrey? I’m so sorry bug, I didn’t mean to yell—-“ Bre tried to calm down but continued to fail, Jack entered the room with fear plastered on his face. 
“What did you do!” He yelled toward his father“Jack what’s going on? Has this happened before?” Aaron had never seen either of them like this. They were both in a panic and he could feel there fear. He wanted to do everything in his power to stop it. 
Avoiding the question “Maybe figure out what made your child cry before your stupid, fucking girlfriend.” Jack really didn’t mean it, but no one came before his sister. 
You heard Jacks voice, and your heart broke even more. I’m ruining their summer you thought to yourself. Aaron walked out of the room without his two children and closed the door. He headed to you who was now on the living room couch balling your eyes out.
 “If I need to leave I will” you said sniffling as you wiped your tears. Aaron came and sat next to you, and wrapped his arm around you.“We will figure this out, I love my children and I love you. This will work out.” He kissed you on the head and wiped the rest of your tears, but you couldn’t help but to think about Aubrey.
Meanwhile upstairs Jack was still trying to calm Aubrey down. “Bre it’s okay, you’re okay, I’m right here with you.” He pulled his sister in, rubbing circles on her back. He held her for a few minutes until she finally spoke up. 
“I almost told her about California, I..- I almost trusted her.” Her voice was raspy like she had been screaming. 
“Bre, maybe you should try to talk to someone.I barley know the half of what Calv--” Jack was cut off "don't say his name." Aubrey demanded looking as if she could kill him, Jack stopped himself and continued “all I'm saying is, Y/N might not be your best friend but she’s not like him Bre I promise” he passed her another tissue. 
“I’ll talk to Uncle Spencer, he knows everything, and he’s basically a psychologist.” Aubrey cracked a small smile. 
Jack nodded his head, smirking knowing Bre could never be serious for to long. He continued, “We’ve been through hell in California and I’m sure that’s why you feel different.” Aubrey nodded leaning into her brothers shoulder
“We’re going to the mansion tomorrow and maybe it’ll be easier to talk to her when she’s drunk.” Jack laughed knowing how they got when they had a little too much wine. 
“But you have to apologize to them first, especially Y/N, she’s also basically a psychologist so try talking to her” looking at Aubrey, she knew if Jack trust her then so could she. 
“Okay, okay I will, and you have to apologize too dummy, you called the women stupid and said fucking in front of dad” Aubrey said heading down outing another hoodie on and walking toward the stairs.
 Aarons arm was wrapped around yours as you were watching a rerun of some game show. Aubrey sort of admired your strengths, you never gave up on her like Haley did, she slowly walked around the sofa walking toward the brown, dark chair. It had been there since she could remember.
“Dad..Y/N can we talk?” Aubrey asked taking off her hood to her hoodie showing her messy hair her messy hair. 
Aaron sat up and turned the tv down, “of course Bre.”
“First, I want to apologize for yelling at you Y/N, I’m really sorry you didn’t deserve that.” Aubrey said holding back tears, “and I’m sorry if I scared you dad, I really don't know what came over me.” she lied through her teeth, she had been trying to control her panic attacks since she was 14. Some days were better than other where she could just run into the bathroom stall or jJacks room.
“I accept your apology Aubrey, I care about you and your brother and I’m here for you if you need anything, I know change can be tough.” You smiled and Aubrey smiled back.
Aaron finally spoke up “I promised to never profile you kids, but Bre I can’t help but think the worst here, you have signs of pts—“ 
“That’s all I wanted to say, I have to sleep for the party tomorrow.” Aubrey cut him off and  got up, and gave you a reassuring smile. 
“Goodnight daddy.” She kissed him on the forehead, she only ever called him that when she was hurt or scared. Aaron watched his 16-year-old walk away feeling nothing but worry for her. Wishing he could take away whatever she was going through and feeling. Wishing it was as easy, as kissing a boo boo to make it feel better.
Aubrey hurried back to her room, thankful that Jack had gone back to his. She closed to door and sat down on her bed staring at the ceiling. After a few moments of silence she broke down into quiet tears. She ached all over, Aubrey felt out of place, she had been through hell, and was barley picking up the pieces. 
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opinions on jaykyle ?
GASP. love love love. but disclaimer before i say anything,,, i have not read the one (1) comic they are in together, everything i know about them is completely Dashboard Osmosis xoxo
first of all. love the Disaster energy of jaykyle,,, both of them being like "i dont care! *proceeds to care a lot*" bc they Do Not Want to be interested in each other but alas. they are
i love the hc of neither of them realizing that they are into each other but donna knowing and being so fucking tired of them all the time. kyle goes "jason is soooo annoying 🙄 hes not even that hot. no one thinks hes hot. i dont know why anyone would think that hes hot. who would even be into him. everyone thinks hes sooooo cool and sexy and everyone wants to fuck him. not me though." while donna sits there like "sure, talk more about how much you don’t think or care about him 🙂"
meanwhile jason is actually chill about it. hes like "yeah kyle gets on my nerves but like in a hot way" while kyle is fuming in a corner. boyfriends <3
and hhhmmhhhsmshsmhhhm characters that pretend not to care about each other but then are super protective and would kill and die for each other??? oh my god i am crying. jason sees kyle in danger and he immediately runs in and tries to protect him despite the fact that kyle is a lot more powerful than him fjfjdjsmdn
but ohh my god. italicized oh moment for realizing they actually DO like each other??? fuck! both of them are fucking dumb and emotionally repressed so that they wouldnt even realize it until something major happens. like one of them is in danger and the other is Panicking and doesnt realize why theyre so worried until theyre like "hold on. hold on. i am in love. okay."
and LISTEN. both of them are scared of bringing people into their lives and caring for another person :(
after what happened to alex (🧊💔) kyle is wary of bringing people into his life because he is afraid that it will only end badly for them :( he doesnt want to see the people he cares about get hurt so he tries to keep Emotional Distance so nothing can happen
and jason has felt constantly hurt and left behind by the people that are supposed to care about him :( his dad left, his mom died (which obviously is not her fault bc she was an addict but from a 10-year-old jason's perspective it def gave him some abandonment issues from seeing his mothers dead body then needing to live on the streets), then sheila betrayed him, then he felt betrayed by bruce, then he felt left behind by his whole family. so that tends to affect a persons relationships
so both of them are extremely hesitant to be in a relationship, i feel like jason would be the one to end up making the first move but for a while they would both have a “one foot out the door” attitude but they would have to slowly accept that they trust each other and care about each other :(
because FUCK it’s about learning to accept that they can’t always be there when the person they care about is in danger! and overcoming insecurities about the danger of opening your life for another person!!! aaaaaah!!!!!!!!!
that’s all i’m going to say for now because i am going to go into cardiac arrest but i just…. care deeply about them. anyways while i’m talking about jaykyle i implore everyone to read violet tendencies by elixir because it’s my fav jaykyle fic and i think about it constantly
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About Ember🔥
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Behold my version of Ember McLain!!!!!!!! 
Backstory:
thinking on it. Similar to what was said in the interview. Young teen hoping to be rockstar, falls for boy, boy ghosts her while waiting for him at the movies, she goes home exhausted and dies by fire, too tired to wake up. Many people have a pretty good idea about her life from her song “Rememeber” I honestly wanna keep that. 
Ngl for Ember I didn’t really change too much. She’s still a loud and proud rockstar gal wanting her name to be remembered. I defientley want her to be like Mayday a bit from No straight roads. I’m thinking she doesn’t try to brainwash people into liking her stuff because she’s already good but maybe instead uses other methods to be remembered that are potentially dangerous. She’s not really malicious per say, just reckless and doesn’t think too much much on the consequences of her escapades. At the end of the day she’s just a teen who’s dealing with her death. After she died, she felt forgotten by everyone, a fading flame. When she gets into the Mortal realm she wants to make sure she’ll never have to face that pain again. Like a Phoenix from the ashes.
She can also be a bit of a hot-head(pun intended). She’s quick to use fire power and anyone trying to mess with her and overall can be influenced heavily on her emotions. With that said she’s a nice person, most of the time. She’s just going through some stuff.
Overall I just wanna have the same feel the OG Ember did.
Facts:
Headcanon VA-Tara Strong, Robyn Kirmseé(OG VA, Singing VA), Halsey.
Abilities- Great singer, pyrokinesis, confidence, can make soundwaves, music based attacks, good fighter.
Weaknesses- Reckless, irresponsible, can get overconfident, loses power or loses control depending on how she feels(despair point, high stress).
Many people Headcanon her to be from the 70′s because of her slang and looking a bit like KISS. I feel like she died in the late 70′s or 80′s but at the same time keeps up to date with the current stuff. I don’t know why but she feels like she died earlier hence why she’s obsessed with being remembered. wanted her look to be both KISS oriented but still modern looking as she want to look relevant. I feel like she was growing up in the 70′s and was a teen in the 80′s. Or perhaps a huge fan of KISS and the era and wanted to emulate it. Etheir way she stays updated with the times.
I see her be in many different looks. She’s fun to design clothes for.
The half heart necklace she’s wearing was a gift she got before she died.
Likes-ROCK, KISS, Skillet, Set It Off, Halsey, music, Sidney, Dorathea, Kitty & Johnny 13, Skulker, Klemper, pranks, fireworks, blue, MLP, punk fashion, Spicy food, junk food, soda, pizza, video games, dogs, lizards, sunny weather, night, and being remembered.
Doesn't like to acknowledge she's dead.
Fav Band-KISS
Dislikes-”The Man”, rules, Walker, Spectra, Aragon, waiting, rain, romance stories and movies, “lovey dovey gushy romance junk”, boy bands(secretly actually likes them but pretends she doesn't), overuse of autotune, when she loses control of her fire, Klemper's cold, dad jokes, being reminded of her death, him and being forgotten.
Fav school subject-Music, Least Fav-Math
Has her own channel where she puts on covers and even her own stuff! Makes a business out of it.
I'll probably make more about her. She's just such a huge character it'd impossible to fit everything in one post.
What do u think? I’d love to know💖
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