he's half a year old now

Weird (AO3)

Summary: Dean thinks it’s weird and Sam thinks it’s been a long time coming.

“Isn’t it weird?” 

Sam looks up from his laptop, brows pinched together. “Isn’t what weird?” he asks, looking at Dean from across the table.

“That Cas is like a bizillion years old? I mean, that’s weird isn’t it?” Dean asks, raising an eyebrow at his brother. Sam looks at Dean strangely, a half smile forming on his face.

“I don’t know, man. Maybe. Why is it only bothering you now?”

Dean barely hears what comes out of Sam’s mouth - too deep in thought.

“But like if a human was to - metaphorically - kiss hi - an angel - wouldn’t that be like kissing someone who’s really, really old?”

Sam barely suppresses a smirk. “Um, I’m not really sure. But Cas - or, sorry - angels - aren’t technically human. They’re just celestial intent in a human vessel, so I don’t think that really applies.”

Dean nods, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“But it’s still kinda weird isn’t it?” Dean pauses, an uncertain look on his face. “Isn’t it?”

Sam smiles. “I don’t know, Dean. Why don’t you go and find out.”

Dean waves his brother off, not really listening to what Sam said as he stands up and leaves the war room.

Two weeks later Dean can barely contain himself. He wants to know. He needs to know. Cas is barely one step into the kitchen before Dean is pushing him up against a wall and pressing his lips against the angel’s chapped ones. 

They’re soft despite being chapped. They’re also warm and feel like actual human lips. Dean pulls away only to be greeted by wide eyes.

“That was weird wasn’t it?” Dean asks, and Cas tilts his head. “Was it? I don’t know. Let me try again.” he says, before he pushes back in, sealing their mouths together.

It feels oddly not weird at all. It feels nice. No, it feels better than nice. It feels right. And the best part is that Cas is kissing back and with what seems to be a little pent up frustration. Dean doesn’t know why he would be frustrated.

Dean pulls away again, a little breathless this time. Dean shakes his head. “That wasn’t weird.”

Cas just stares at him, panting slightly before saying, “I agree,” and then he grabs Dean’s jacket by the collar and pulls him back in.

Yeah. That feels really, really good.

When they part for the third time, Dean smiles and much to his liking Cas smiles too.

Suddenly, he turns his head towards where Sam is sitting at the breakfast table in the corner, watching them with an amused look over his morning coffee.

“Is having sex with angels weird?”

Sam nearly chokes. 

Dean nods, turning back to Cas. 

“I think we should test it out, just in case.” Cas says, looking deadly serious.

Dean smiles, still breathless. “Yeah, I think we should.”

“Having insurance coverage for our 24-year-old son meant he received treatment, for heroin addiction, which saved his life…Michael is now 4 years sober, and has just finished his first year at a community college in Minnesota on the dean’s list. He works full-time at a local hotel restaurant and is enrolled in MNSure, Minnesota’s Health Care (ObamaCare!) program. The business we were able to open, Georgetown Antiques and Artisans, because of having coverage outside of a former employer, is going strong after two and a half years and is collecting sales tax far beyond any insurance credits we received. The ACA still works.” —Russ and Linda Dickson from Texas on how the Affordable Care Act changed their lives. Here’s how the ACA continues to help people in all 50 states—and what’s at stake with the Republican proposal to repeal it: http://go.wh.gov/ACAworks

After cosette introduced her dad to them; les amis de l'abc accepted jean valjean as their dad weirdly fast and as did valjean like over the course of a week Jean Valjean had unexpectedly adopted 11 college students and 1 ten year old and they all look up to him as a fatherly figure and randomly call him for advice and he is pretty sure that over half of them have him as their emergency contact now. Sometimes the call him and give him life updates like enjolras excitedly calling him one night: “GRANTAIRE ASKED ME OUT TO GET COFFEE TOMORROW!!! Wait what am i supposed to do?” Then proceeded to slightly panic while valjean gave him dating advice and told him to be himself (yesterday grantaire had called him for advice on how to ask out enjolras) and every time they tell him about one of their latest achievements in life he gets this swell of pride in his heart.

He goes to gavroches soccer/football games, grantaires art shows, courfeyracs plays or musicals, every protest he can go to, and every big event that matters to them because even though they arent actually his kids they practically are at this point


“Dean! Sam!” John’s stern call made the brothers stand up straight and brace themselves for whatever news they were about to receive. Dean stood up the straightest, his hands by his sides, whereas Sam was slightly more slouched and was twiddling with his thumbs.

“Boys,” John’s footsteps sounded as he entered the room “I’d like you to meet someone.” 
The brothers faces fell to shock as they saw in their Father’s arms a baby, perhaps not even a year old. “This is Y/N…your half sister.”
Dean’s face turned to a frown “Sister?” He echoed, but his voice trailed off having realised he’d questioned his Dad.
“She’s mine, but uh…a different Mom.”
“Where’s her Mom now?” Sam asked, looking up from your cute face, his smile fading slightly.
“She died. So we’re gonna be taking this little one on.” John couldn’t help but smile down at you.

“Does that mean she’s gonna hunt?” Dean asked, not wanting to bring such an innocent person into the life.
“She’s a Winchester ain’t she?” John chuckled, he then stepped forward and held out your tiny frame for Sam to take. Sam obliged, holding you gently against his chest and rocking you slightly. 

“Hi Y/N.” He cooed, grinning at your wide eyes.
Dean smirked, leaning in to see you up close. “She is pretty damn cute.” He admitted.
“Welcome to the family lil sis.”

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Do u think u can do where the boys meet their baby sister for the first time (the boys older like before Sam left for college)
Sorry it took a while, I hope you like it. It’s nice to have a happier imagine for a change hehe

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Dad Material

Originally posted by itishemmings

request: you said you’re in a writing mood so here’s an idea- maybe like an adorable ashton imagine/blurb of the reader watching him around him around kids and reader realizes how good of a father he would be. Idk I’m just in need of ashton fluff xx

this is such a cute idea thank you for requesting it! this is the first ashton imagine that i’ve written so i was super excited about this, i hope you like it and that it’s the fluff that you wanted x

Ashton and I have been together for about a year and a half now, and four months ago we decided to move in together. Though Ashton was home more often than not, when he was hanging out with the boys for the first time since we got our place, I decided to get to know our neighbor a door over. Her name was Cora, and she has twins that are seven-years-old named Jace and Jamie. After we had been there a week, Cora asked me to watch them for her because she got called into work unexpectedly. And because it went well, I watched them a couple times after that. Though it was purely coincidental, Ashton was never home during the times I had watched them. That is, until tonight. I had offered to watch the twins so Cora could have some much needed time to herself, seeing as the woman worked most of the time and when she was home she had to keep up with her kids, and I felt she deserved it. So, we agreed on tonight, and when I told Ashton about it he got really excited.

“Wait, I actually get to meet the kids that you babysit sometimes?” He asked me almost incredulously.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “If you don’t have any other plans. I decided that we’re making cookies so that they’ll definitely behave and have something fun to do.”

Ashton’s eyes lit up. “I can’t wait. When are they coming over?”

“Around five,” I told him. “But you need to promise me something before they get here.”

He gave me a look as I sat next to him on the couch. “Alright, what is it?”

“Please be on your best behavior, okay? I don’t want to be blamed for her children turning into little demons or something.” I tried my best to be serious, but I’m not sure if I succeeded.

“I promise I won’t ‘corrupt’ the kids,” He air quoted. “Though, I’m not quite sure why you think I’m going to, like, act ridiculous or something. Do you not think I’m responsible?”

My eyes got wide. “I never said that, Ash. I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly, you know? If they go back to their mother and say that things went crazily then Cora will never trust me again. Plus, she’s paying me for this, so if you want half, you need to be a bit more mature than you usually are.”

Ashton scoffed, then chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I can handle that. Especially if she’s paying us.”

When the time finally came, and there was a knock at the door, Ashton quickly got up and answered it. I followed right behind him.

“Hi!” Cora beamed. “Oh, you must be (y/n)’s boyfriend that she’s told me so much about! It’s nice to meet you, I’m Cora. This is my son, Jace, and my daughter Jamie.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you guys,” Ashton said politely. “(Y/n)’s told me all about you too.”

“Here, come on in!” I said to the twins. They walked in and took their shoes off, then looked up at us.

“Well, I’ve gotta run, you guys better behave. I’ll be checking in, so they’ll let me know how good you guys are.” Cora told them.

“They’ll be great, don’t worry.” I smiled at her. “Enjoy your alone time, we’ll see you later!”

“Alright, bye everyone, have fun!” She called out as she walked away and I closed the door.

I turned towards the twins and said, “So, guys, this is Ashton. He lives here with me.”

“Then why haven’t we seen him before?” Jace asked.

Ashton chuckled. “Because I’m usually with my friends or doing something else while you guys are here.”

“Are you guys married?” Jamie asked next.

“No, not yet.” I fake pouted, earning a laugh from them both.

“We will be one day, though.” Ashton assured. I’d be lying if I said hearing him say that didn’t make my heart happy.

Ashton offered to make spaghetti for everyone for dinner, and as he did so the twins and I watched Spongebob. It was their absolute favorite show, Cora told me the first time I babysat for her that they watched it literally all the time. She was so over the show at this point, but she’d never tell them that.

Once dinner was finished, we all sat in the living room and ate.

“We love coming over, because (y/n) always lets us eat in out here.” Jace said as he shoveled food into his mouth.

Ashton chuckled. “Yeah, she’s cool, isn’t she?”

The twins nodded.

“Well, I’m glad you guys think that, because I think you both are cool too.” I smiled.

“You’re going to think she’s even cooler once you hear what we get to do after dinner.” Ashton added.

The twins turned towards us, eyes wide with excitement.

“What are we gonna do?” Jamie gasped.

Ashton looked at me and I nodded, giving him permission to tell them.

“We’re going to make cookies!” He announced, causing them to squeal and squirm around.

“You guys are the coolest grownups ever!” Jace got up from his spot on the floor to hug us.

“Can we come here all the time?!” Jamie got up and joined the group hug.

“I dunno about ‘all the time’, we’ll definitely see about you guys coming over more often,” I laughed lightly.

After everyone was done, we got out the cookie dough I had already made from the fridge and Ashton grabbed the rolling pin, some flour, two cookie cutters, and a cookie sheet.

“Do you guys want to put some flour on the counter?” Ashton asked the twins.

“Yeah!” They said in unison, grabbing almost handfuls of flour from the bag each and dumping it on the countertop.

“That sure is a lot of flour,” I commented, causing them to laugh.

“Nah, it’s the perfect amount.” Ashton waved me off playfully. I rolled my eyes and laughed myself.

He asked them to smooth it out a bit, then unwrapped the cookie dough and put it onto the flour. After rolling it out, he handed them each a cookie cutter.

“Okay, so you two are going to cut out the cookies, but you have to make sure they have enough space between them.” Ashton instructed.

They nodded, each taking turns letting him help them until they were done, even though we both knew they could probably do it just fine on their own. Once all of the cookies were on the tray, I preheated the oven.

“You guys did such a good job.” He complimented. “I bet they’ll be the best cookies ever!”

“Really?” Jace said.

“Really.” Ashton confirmed, taking some flour on his finger and rubbing it on Jace’s nose.

Jace giggled, taking flour and putting on his sister’s nose. She scoffed, then gave her brother a mischievous look. They both got flour and put it on Ashton’s nose, causing them all to crack up laughing.

“Hey, (y/n),” Ashton called for me.

“Yes?” I said as I stood beside him. I knew exactly what he was going to do, but I played along.

“You have a little something,” He studied my face.

“Where?” I acted clueless.

“Right here,” He grinned as he rubbed flour onto my nose, the twins cracking up even more.

“Just so you know, I totally saw that coming.” I told him.

“Sure you did,” He drawled out.

When the oven preheated, we put the cookies in and set a timer, then went back into the living room. As I wiped the twins and I’s noses off, Ashton looked like a light bulb went off in his head. He walked down the hall and disappeared into our room, then came back out with his guitar in his hand. He sat down on the couch and the twins rushed over to him, looking at him in awe.

“Can you play something?” Jace asked him.

“Sure, little dude.” Ashton replied as he ruffled Jace’s hair. He thought for a moment, then started playing a song from Spongebob. The kids’ eyes lit up and the started jumping around and dancing. Once Ashton finished, they applauded him.

“Wow, I didn’t even know you could play that song.” I chuckled.

Ashton shrugged. “Luke taught it to me.”

“Why am not surprised?” I said, Ashton laughing as the twins begged him to play the song again.

He played it two more times, then after taking the cookies out he tried to convince them to let him play something he came up with while they cooled. They accepted, eager to hear something he made. They loved that song too, and after a while of singing and dancing and eating cookies, they were all worn out. We went back to watching Spongebob again, the twins curled up on either side of Ashton. They asked him random questions and he answered them attentively. After a bit I realized it had gotten quiet, the only noise coming from the tv. I turned to see all three of them asleep and chuckled to myself. It was so cute how the twins had grown attached to Ashton in just one evening. He was so sweet with them, and you could tell how much the twins enjoyed hanging out with him. And here I thought he would be letting them run around acting crazy and make a huge mess or something like that, when he actually acted responsibly and kept them entertained. I figured that Ashton was okay with kids, but it made me happy seeing just how good he was with them. And I couldn’t help but think about how he’d be with our kids someday, and just that thought made me smile so big. He was definitely Dad material. And I knew that when the time came, he was going to be an amazing father.

ahhh that was so cute i hope you enjoyed it (: if you want to request anything then please do, requests are always open x

Gene Cernan, the last human to walk on the moon in December, 1972, has passed away. I met Cernan in 2002 when I was 9 years old at Kennedy Space Center’s 40th anniversary celebration, when he and Brian Duffy, pictured here, saw a book they had never seen before in my possession and pulled me behind their table.

Half the men who walked on the moon have now died. How many more will pass on before a new breed of individuals sets foot on the lunar surface again?


these are from fetus seungri’s buddybuddy account (a sort of sns that elementary/middle school students used back in early 2000) 

1st pic) 

his id: “sunlight groom” (he talked about this before on their cultwo show appearance, and basically it’s where his ‘other half’ would be ‘moonlight bride’) 

his intro: “i grew up normally since i was little… but at 14… i met the wrong people… and almost walked down a bad road… before meeting a dance team… called ilhwa… and learning to dance… now… i’m your average 15 year old dancer… ^^”

2nd pic) 

the caption basically talks about how seoul is different from his hometown gwangju (”unlike gwangju, in seoul asics shoes are popular”, “if you look at how seoul middle schoolers dress.. i can only sigh..”, “in seoul even if you try to use seoul speech your satoori shows”, “seoul’s air is bad… but there’s a lot of things to see”) and ends with saying that it’s hard to get used to seoul


I’m an emotional mother, because guess who turned 6 months old today?

This little dude. My Wilbur. The Wil-burrito. The light of my life. :’) I still remember when he was just a tiny little puppy, and now he’s a giant mop looking thing. I remember when he was born and being the way I am, I always wanted a Cow. A Black and White Shih Tzu.

I named him, ironically, after another farm animal though. From the book Charlotte’s web, this lil’ dude is named after the pig, Wilbur. :)

He’s such a dork. He loves snow, has a couple winter jackets that he likes, sits on my feet when I watch TV, insists he’s more important that me reading(Which he is).

He’s getting his first Puppy cut today, when I get home from work so I guess we’ll see how much he likes that! He’s also going to Petco to pick out some toys for turning half a year old.

My lil’ turd.


I need to talk about today.

Today was personal for me. Today, my mother woke me up at 6 am with a smile tugging at her mouth because Hillary Clinton was leading. “Not Trump”, she said, “They wouldn’t let Trump in office.”


See, it must seem odd, that I, a 15 year old, Australian immigrant, am so very…involved in this election. No, Trump can’t hurt me just yet. He can’t take away my future right now. He can’t brand me with whatever identification, or kick me out. I am safe here, down under, in the sunshine state.

For now.

This election was personal for me.

Last year, I thought I might’ve been half in-love with a girl. Last year, I went to my local mosque only to find the windows smashed in. Last year, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. 3 years ago, I’d come to Australia because home was too unsafe. I’m your neighbourhood liberal. I’m the boat-person they tell you about. I’m the immigrant taking your job. I’m the muslimah bringing in shariah. I am overtaking your democracy.

I am your every day, American nightmare.

This election was personal for me.

I’ve been weathering this for 2 years. This…this movement. This campaign that capitalized off demeaning and dehumanizing and degrading me. My existence. Me, the concept. Me, and the thousands of other every day American nightmares. Me, you, us.

And today, I saw that movement win.

Congratulations, America.

Free as the birds that fly with weightless souls

He wrote her a piece of music before he left. Then he went home, and he died, and now all she has is his music, and this dance, and the heartache. And to make things more complicated, she may have fallen in love with her pianist. It’s been that sort of year. [Kashleth, modern au, 5.7K]

Many, many thanks to @atleastthreesketchbooks for the absolutely amazing art. Title from “Old Pine” by Ben Howard.

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“Why ballet?” Kashaw asks. Shuffling echoes through the rehearsal room as he gathers his music at the piano.

Keyleth presses deeper into her stretch, folded nearly in half, and holds it for a moment, silent. The shuffling stops. She rises slowly, pushing her hair out of her face to meet his eyes in the mirror. For a moment they watch each other, he at the piano and she on the ground. Keyleth glances away first. She feels his eyes follow her.

“My mother danced,” she says, swinging a leg out and folding herself down again, rolling forward until she’s flat against the ground in the splits, toes pointed. Her hair spills out beside her, loose from its bun. Kashaw tucks his music into his folder and leans down to pick up his bag. The bench slides on the smooth wooden floor.

“She quit?”

“I don’t know. She left.”

Kashaw zips the bag. “Oh.”

Keyleth comes out of her stretch and pushes herself to her feet. “Yeah.”


She shrugs and busies herself with her own bag, fishing out her sweater and pulling it on. It swallows her, sleeves falling past her hands. She pushes them up impatiently. “It’s alright. It’s been a while.”

Kashaw stands and swings his bag over his shoulder. “Do you want a ride home?”

“Okay. Thanks.”


Keyleth flicks off the lights when they leave, and locks the studio behind her. The night air is cold, the parking lot empty. Kashaw waits by his bike with his arms crossed, eyes watching her. Keyleth stares at his distorted reflection in the studio window and sighs.

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oh captain, my captain, a sinning sunday Bawson story

a/n: if you’re opposed to daddy!kink, light!dom, maybe skip this one

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“Got any kinks I should know about, old man?”

Mike looks up from the Sunday crossword and over at her sharply. They’re lounging on his couch, her feet in his lap, pillow wedged beneath her head.

She’s staring at him with an open, non-judging expression, but he still treads lightly.

“What brought this on?”

She shrugs one shoulder. Her fingers pull at the edge of the now fraying t-shirt she stole from him.

“Just thinking.”

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When We Were Young Pt.1

Genre: Fluff / Bestfriend!au

Idol: Park Jimin / All of Bts later / Red Velvet

Summary: Everyone changes through the years but Jimin changed the most

a/n: PARK JIMIN IS RUINING ME / Repost bc my computer decided to cut off half the story / READ THE PREVIEW CAUSE IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE IF YOU DON’T


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5 Years Later

Originally posted by mooseleys

Pairing: past Crowley x Reader
Word count: 1,106
Warnings: Angst

Epilogue to Lost it All

It had been five years since Crowley last saw you. The day that you’d found out about the other woman being pregnant. The day that you refused to try anymore. He was now a single father to a four and a half year old little boy. When his mother realized that he had no intentions of making her queen, she walked out, having no desire to be a mother in the long run. Not if she wasn’t getting what she felt she was due.

He’d heard through the grapevine that about six months after you left, that Dean Winchester was dead. He had no feelings one way or the other about his death. On the one hand, they had some fun together, and he’d been an ally once or twice through the years. On the other, he’d found him in bed with you. A small part of him was envious of whoever managed to get their hands on the hunter.

“Daddy!” His son’s voice broke him from his thoughts, making him look down. “I’m hungry.” He stated simply.

Crowley gave him a small smile, and nodded. “Let’s get something for lunch, shall we?” He motioned down the street where there was a sign for a diner. “How does pizza sound?”

His son’s face lit up. “Can we get extra cheese and pepperoni?”

“Of course we can. Share a chocolate milkshake, as well?” He asked as they made their way down the sidewalk. Despite the ache he still felt at the loss of you, and his marriage, Donovan was able to brighten his day no matter what. He was a good kid, but it was clear that he was the Prince of Hell. He’d gone through six nannies in his short life span already. They either quit, went missing, or Donovan got a bit short with them.

He held the door open for Donovan and followed him inside moments later. Just as they sat, he heard a laugh that he thought he’d never hear again. Swallowing, he glanced to where it was coming from. Just two tables away he saw you, fawning over a little boy about the age of three, and clearly pregnant. He saw no one with you, but judging by the second drink, and plate, your company was elsewhere. Your left was to him, and he saw the jewelry on your finger, worsening the pain in his chest.

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Ripped Away - Lee Taeyong

I based this off of a song called “Ripped Away” by This Wild Life. I recommend listening to this song at some point, I absolutely love it. It’s my favorite song by This Wild Life. All the song lyrics I used are in bold. I hope you enjoy!

Genre: Angst

Words: 1785

All it took for you to confront him was two weeks. Two weeks full of ignored messages, cancelled plans, and excuse after excuse. These two weeks made you need answers.

It started small, a few cancellations here and there but what can you expect, your boyfriend is Lee Taeyong, the leader of SM’s newest super-group NCT. At only 20 years old, he has a lot of pressure to make sure his team does well. These cancellations weren’t anything new by any means. Almost all your plans were rescheduled only to be cancelled again around the time of his debut. Now as an idol, you’d at least expect some dates to go through.

But half way through the first week, you started becoming skeptical when his excuses started becoming… weird. Usually he just mentioned a new schedule change or a new unit debut he had to prepare for (it was rumored for NCT 127 to be coming back soon, so none of these seemed out of the ordinary). It was when he started saying that “I promised Chenle I’d take him out to ice cream” even when you already knew Chenle had different plans with Renjun or “my mother just surprised us and I can’t have you over” despite no inflection in his voice changing that made you question him. Sometimes, he’d skip the excuse completely and just stand you up.

That led to the most recent problem you’ve been experiencing, getting absolutely no response from him at all. One message quickly turned into five which turned into 10 and soon to 15; 15 messages left read but with no reply. After that, you simply gave up. If you wanted change, you’d go to him yourself.

Which leads you to where you are now, at the front door to Taeyong’s dorm. You rang the doorbell without much thought, you knew that if you continued to think about it, you wouldn’t be able to do it. Nothing could calm your heart at this point, and hearing the approaching footsteps didn’t help either. When the door opened, you weren’t met with Tae’s face, you were met with another man, Jaehyun.

“Oh! Hello, what are you doing here?” Jaehyun asked politely. The politeness, however, could not mask his widened eyes and his reddened face.

“I think you know why I’m here, Jae. Is he home?” You asked trying to peer into the dorm, it seemed quiet, no kids running around causing chaos. Dream must have a schedule, you thought.

Jaehyun peered into the house before turning back to you, shaking his head, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Jaehyun…please. I need answers.” You could feel tears start to form as you basically pled to the man to let you in.

“Please, just believe me. It’ll be the best if you just leave, okay? You don’t know what’s hap…” He started to close the door, but before he could, a new voice cut him off.

“Jae, where are our extra tissues?” What was standing in front of you completely broke what was left of your heart. There, stumbling out of his room, was a frail and fragile Taeyong. His face was sporting under-eye bags as if he just returned from a shopping spree. His eyes themselves were blood shot, swollen, and wet as if he spent the days emptying the ocean out of his eyes. His hair stuck up in multiple directions and his clothes were just as tattered. To keep it short, he looked like a mess. While Jaehyun was distracted by the leader’s presence, you took the opportunity to enter the dorm.

“J-Jae, what are they doing here?” he asked quietly before disappearing back into his darkened room. You tried to race in and stop him but all you got was a door slammed into your face.

“Taeyong, please open this door, I need to talk to you. Please…” you couldn’t manage to conceal the tears. They soon poured swiftly over your cheeks.

“Just leave okay? Please.” His voice was weak and shaky, and you could barely hear it over the weight of his body being pressed against his creaky door.

“Just tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something wrong? Am I a bad partner? I need to know, so I can change and make you happy again. Just please tell me what I did to make you hate me. ” You rested your forehead against the cold door - hoping, just praying, that he would open it and let you come into his arms.

He took a large sigh before responding, “Honestly, if you think you’re the problem then you really need to leave before you get all your hopes crushed. Don’t you see what’s going on?”

“Tae - please don’t tell me you’re breaking up with me.” You didn’t want to believe it, and with every word, it triggered your cries to become louder and harsher. Jaehyun stood behind you, silent, and slowly decaying. “I honestly thought it’d be us against the world forever. You know I love you, and I know you love me, too. Why are you doing this to us?”

“Stop lying to yourself, I’m a horrible person and you know it. I’m a horrible boyfriend.”

“T-Tae, what are you talk-.”

“STOP. Don’t try to sugar coat it. You deserve so much better. You deserve someone who isn’t me. Someone who can actively make plans with you, someone that can make you feel loved, someone who has their future figured out and can support you - all things I wish I could’ve done for you. I’ve hurt you so much and yet you’re here, trying to convince me to continue. I can’t keep doing that. I’m turning into everything I hate and for some reason, you still want that in your life? You expect me to be this perfect boyfriend and I can’t do that. I can’t be anything you want me to be. Not now.” His sadness turned slowly into anger as he continued speaking. With every word, your heart shattered.

“What about me?”

“Don’t you see I’m doing this for you?! Chittaphon had the audacity to tell me to start caring for your feelings more. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t care! I wouldn’t hurt myself in order to make you happy if I didn’t care. I can’t even look at you right now because I know that I’ll crumble into your touch. Even my eyes are swollen because I can’t have you around so if you tell me I don’t care, I think something else may be the problem.” Your head started to ache. This couldn’t be happening. How could the man you love so much think so lowly of himself? “I’m toxic, and I don’t want you to crumble with me when the inevitable happens. This way, the inevitable is less painful.”

By the time he finished, all your tears were gone and dried on your face. There was nothing left to come out at this point besides you weak and raw voice, “What does that mean for me, then?”

“It means find someone worthy of yourself but for now, just go. Just go…” His body lifted from the inside of his door and his footsteps became quieter as he walked towards his bed. There was no talking to him now.

“Hey…” Jaehyun slowly whispered. He was there the entire time, shedding a few tears of his own.

“Leave it, Jaehyun.” You said before rushing towards the front door. His arm reached out and grabbed your arm. You quickly shook it off with force and weakly addressing him, “I said leave it, Jaehyun.”

The last thing you remember about that night was walking home in the rain, which seemed to develop as you rid yourself of all your tears, and weeping yourself to a restless sleep.

~ 2 Months Later ~

The first month away from him was full of pain. It seemed as if you couldn’t avoid him. Social media was absolutely flooded with him, but what could you do, Taeyong was extremely talented and you always knew that.

The second month however, began to finally look up. It seemed as if you found someone else, despite him being an idol as well and in such close proximity to your first love. It was hard at first, but he made you remember what happiness and love felt like. You always had happiness and love from friends, but the love from a relationship is so much different and you missed the sensation after Taeyong’s departure.

After a long day out in the winter day, you craved to go home to a warm house. With you, you brought the mail in and set it on your counter. You skimmed through it and saw the usual; bills, spam letters from companies, newspapers, along with the occasional coupon packet. There was one item that caught your eye. You could recognize his handwriting from a mile away. You quickly ripped open the letter while trying to scan your brain for an explanation on why he would write you - nothing you could think of could be a valid reason. Inside, it wrote:

My Love,

I know you didn’t expect me to write you but there were a lot of things I left unsaid on that night. I don’t have the spine to go to your place to tell you in person, so this will have to do. Back then, I didn’t have the strength to just come clean, I was feeling weak and hurt. Now, I feel I have just enough strength to get this out without breaking down.

I hope you know I still love you (I did address you as “My Love” and all). I was reckless with your love, I know I never gave you enough. But what can I do? What can I say? Nothing I can do will ever win you back after all I pushed you away. If you ever forgive me now, it would be too soon. I know I wouldn’t forgive me. I let you slip away from me.

I should have never let you go. It’s all my fault but it feels like you were ripped away from me, and by one of my friends too. I hope he treats you well, that was my one wish from this after all.

I try not to regret much in life, but letting you go was my greatest mistake.


By the time you finished reading it, your new boyfriend came home and wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to warm up himself from the cold.

“Hey babe, what’s that?” He asked resting his head on your shoulder. You looked over it before crumpling in your hand and snuggling into your boyfriend’s touch.

“Oh…Just nothing, Jaehyun.”

Originally posted by 1aeyong

(This is the closest I got to a teary Taeyong rip) 

Newtina Headcanon | Dragon-Pox

One day, four-year-old Leo contracts dragon-pox. He’s admitted to St. Mungo’s immediately, but with the war heating up it’s difficult to import medicine or ingredients - the hospitals are already full with sick or injured people.

Tina panics, naturally, having lost both her parents to dragon-pox - in fact, she’s inconsolable. She cannot lose one of her children, especially not her youngest who is so sweet and innocent, who looks like his daddy, who is quiet and kind. She sits in the bedroom and writes to Queenie frantically - she needs to talk to her sister, to distract herself if nothing else. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t work.

Newt, of course, has two responses: though he tries not to worry usually, it’s hard when his son is gravely-sick - worry is the first response. He worries for Leo, he worries for Phoenix and Linnet (only eight and six), he worries for the beasts - but most of all he worries for Tina. His second response is to try and take care of his family as best as he can; he spends hours in the case with his eldest children and beasts, hours visiting the hospital, nights comforting his crying wife. It’s one of those rare instances where she absolutely breaks down, and it’s not difficult to see why.

Phoenix is the oldest - he’s meant to protect his younger siblings, but he can’t protect his brother from this. He lets Linnet hug him, tries to make her smile, does anything to make her happy. Sometimes he hugs his mother or father, letting them know he’s there.

Linnet just wants her brother back so that they can all be happy again. She doesn’t play pranks during this time. She doesn’t laugh or play hide-and-seek with Dougal.

Leo recovers within a month, thankfully: he’s truly a lion-hearted fighter. Gradually he becomes well-enough to come home, and then enough to help look after the creatures in the case again. Slowly the family recovers and they go back to an almost normal existence.

But Newt remembers. He remembers the petrified look on his wife’s face when they saw the green-and-purple rash, the bumps on the skin. He remembers how she locked herself in their room and wrote to Queenie frantically. He remembers her quiet sobbing in the night when she thought he wasn’t listening.

Newt doesn’t need to be able to read minds to know what she was thinking about the entire time.

No entiendo a mi padre cuando me llama desde México.

He talks about the weather and asks if I have heard about the sun. I tell him the sun has visited me in times of great need, but my father is already postulating about his garden. The pineapples have been growing in the heat for one and a half years and will be ready to harvest soon.

His plants are tended with patience and love, watched in development from seed to maturity. So careful is he with these living creatures and plot of land he calls his own. I remind him it’s only his for eighty-seven more years. Perhaps he should consider future generations of the living. But his voice is distant across the lines. I don’t have time to think about anything but now.

I think about these things after we hang up. I wonder if the pineapples fulfill him. Or if the sun warms his old bones.

LKT © 2016

Que Sera Sera

I went to a football match with a photographer friend and his 11 year old son today. My team lost and now languish as the lowest placed team in the land. As you can see, there was huge interest in the match…(!)

Still, it’s not all bad; I got this shot at half time whilst he went for a pie and some bovril.

Originally posted by oreilysamcro

Can you do a one shot about how you catch Happy flirting with a sweet butt & so you flirt with Juice because Happy always accuses you of flirting with him even though you didnt until now. And how happy gets all upset &tells you how much he loves you

Words: 3375

Pairing: Happy x Reader

No matter how much deep shit with the club was, the guys always tried to spend time with you. You know they needed the attention of your Old Man a lot of the time so Happy always tried to make it up to you by doing whatever you wanted when you had spare moments together.

You’d been Happy’s Old Lady for two years now and his wife for one and half and you proudly displayed his crow on your shoulder.  You knew exactly what he did for the club and you still stayed by him, cleaning up his wounds and holding his close at night, even if he told himself that he didn’t need the comfort. Killing and torture may have come easy to him but it had a tendency to rob his sleep if you weren’t beside him.
Because of all the support and love you showed him, Happy often encouraged you to spend time with the other Sons. He truly loved seeing you enjoy yourself while Chib’s showed you some boxing moves or when Tig caught you how to kick a door in (Even if you weren’t sure why Tig found it such an important life lesson) or when you and Jax would watch corny horror films after you’d been babysitting Able and Thomas for him.

The only Son that he minded you spending time with was Juice. Juice had been your friend long before you’d met Happy, he was closer in age and the pair of you had dorky inside jokes. Your Old man was obsessed with the fact that one day something would happen between the pair of you and Happy constantly accused you of flirting with him.

It was the only thing that you argued about, which was funny given Happy’s penchant for murder.

And that’s why your Old Man was glaring across the yard at you and Juice talking to each other by Juice’s bike.
“Come on Juice, please?” You asked clasping your hands together in a pleading motion.
“I barely have any time to sleep now without taking on Happy’s shifts here too.” Juice protested lightly but you knew he’d agree eventually, he was your best friend after all and it was a very small favour to ask.
“Come on Juan! I’ve barely seen my old man in a week, I just want one day to cook for him and keep him trapped in bed all day.” You pleaded and pouted slightly.
Juice scowled lightly and shook his head, “Not a mental image I need Y/N.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “I’ve been to your parties, I know you probably saw my Old Man up to all sorts before I came on the scene. Please? Next time you get a girlfriend I’ll big you up to her? Keep her away from the guys?”

Juice looked thoughtful for a moment before he gave you a small grin, “You got yourself a deal as long as I don’t have to hear about you hog tying Happy to the bed.”
You let out an excited squeal and jumped up to wrap your arms around his shoulders giving him a tight hug. He laughed and put his hand up to your hips tickling you until you jumped back.
“Thanks Juicey!” You kissed his cheek before giving him a mischievous smirk, “Besides, if any one gets tied up it wouldn’t be Happy.”
You laughed and walked away hearing him dramatically retching behind you.

You walked across the yard to where your Husband was stood glaring at you with his arms folded across his chest. You gave him a smile as you approached him and leaned up to wrap your arms around his neck like you had done with Juice just a few moments before. You pressed your lips to his which he didn’t return, he also hadn’t unfolded his arms as you were pressed against him.

“What’s a matter Mr. Lowman?” You purred giving him your best seductive face, the only that only ever failed if he had to leave on club business and even then he’d tried to fit in time for a quickie.
But his eyes remained steely as he stared down at you, “You have fun with Juice?”
You groaned and dropped your head to his shoulder, “Are you serious Hap? I’m so sick of this stupid shit.”
“If you’re sick of it go back over there to Juice and finish what you started.” He rumbled. He had still yet to unfold his arms.
“What I started? I was talking to him for five minutes baby, don’t you think if I was going to fuck him it then it would take more than five minutes?” You groaned at him and let your arms drop from his neck so you could fold them over your chest to mirror your Old Man.

“You seem to know a lot how he is in bed.” He narrowed his eyes accusingly.
“Are you serious?”  You snapped, “I was over there trying to get him to take your shift tomorrow so I could keep you all to myself.”

Happy felt guilt in his stomach, he knew that you wouldn’t cheat, deep down he knew it but he couldn’t help but think that you and Juice were always flirting. Just like he couldn’t stop his next words tumbling out of his mouth, “I’ll work. You spend all day in bed with your friend over there, I know you’d prefer it.”

You glared at Happy for moment before throwing your hands up and storming away shouting back at him to go fuck himself.


You felt bad about storming off earlier but you knew you were well within your right to be mad with your husband, you’d only been trying to arrange a nice surprise for him so you could spend the day together.
It hadn’t been the worst argument you’d had about this though so as you got ready for the SAMCRO party that night you went all out. As an Old Lady and wife of one of the most well-known Son’s you had extra pressure to look good all the time anyway but today you wanted to pull Happy’s focus away from the argument and get him looking forward to spending the day with you tomorrow.

As you stepped into the party you instantly found Tig, Chibs and Jax near the pool table. As you approached Tig wolf whistled you and Jax caught your hand so he could spin you around in front of them, you laughed at your loveable idiots.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me girl?” Tig teased, it always made you laugh how openly crude Tig would be with you and yet Happy didn’t seem to have as much as a problem with it as he did Juice.
“Aye Happy is a very lucky man indeed.” Chibs gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Well that’s what I’m hoping to prove,” you smiled, “Now has anyone seen my Old Man?”

The boys instantly looked anxious and you narrowed your eyes at them as they avoided your gaze. You folded your arms and continued to watch them until Jax eventually looked up and you followed his gaze behind you.

Happy was lent with one shoulder against the wall with a sweetbutt in front of him. She leaned forward and ran her hands up Happy’s chest as she leaned closer to him. You knew what should have happened and what had happened every time a croweater or sweetbutt had thrown attention at him since he’d put his ink on you. He’d catch their face in one of his large hands and hold them tight, he’d leaned down and snarl in their face that they were disrespecting you and your claim on him and if they tried it again he’d make sure they regretted it.

So you watched him because seeing your Old Man get territorial over your relationship was something that you found ridiculously hot. In all the time you’d been married and even before then you’d only ever had to assert your place a handful of times, you’d been fortunate unlike Tara who’d had to prove herself to the clubs whores almost every day.

But it never happened, you saw Happy lean down to talk quietly to the woman as she continued to press herself up against him. You felt sick. Behind you the boys cursed, this could not end well.
You were moving before you’d thought of a plan and before you knew it you had thrust you hand into the sweetbutts hair and pulled her head back so that your mouth was by her ear.

“You have two seconds to get the fuck out away from my husband before I rip your tongue out through your teeth.” You snarled and yanked so that she fell backwards to the floor. When she caught sight of you she ran away faster than you’d ever seen the boys run.

You turned your attention to Happy who was wearing an unreadable expression.
“What the fuck?” You hissed at him.
He shrugged, “You have fun with Juice, I thought I’d have a little fun myself.”
He seemed so nonchalant and you felt tears spring up in your eyes.

Happy had expected you to hurt the girl like you had but then he expected a screaming match before dragging each other off into the dorms to have incredible angry sex, hopefully in Juice’s dorm room. What he didn’t see coming was the tears, he didn’t expect you to say nothing before turning and walking away from him and finding a seat at the bar.

No explosion.

No incredible sex in front of Juice.

Happy watched you order a three shots and have them all in quick succession as Tig and Chibs approached him.
“I’m gonna take a stab in the dark and say that’s how you expected that to end brother?” Chibs asked him and passed him a beer. Happy didn’t respond so they took it as a yes. They watched you drink alone for a while, a few prospects came to flirt with you but each time you had glanced at the crow on your shoulder and they had ran away after seeing Happy’s name under it.

Eventually Tig spoke up, “Come on man, you’re not seriously going to let her get drunk when she’s this upset and looking like that. Prospects are easy to scare away but there’s patched guys here from the Oregon charter that’ve had their eye on her.”
“She’s still mine.” Happy grated and tightened his hold on his beer, argument or not your crow was on full display and everyone knew not to mess with Happy’s woman.
“Doesn’t mean she’s not hurting brother.” Chibs advised and dropped his hand on Happy’s shoulder before giving him a reassuring pat.

You were already drunk. Fuck. Usually half a bottle vodka didn’t do much to you, after all you were the Tocoma Killer’s Old Lady, that entailed a lot of drinking. But usually it was spread over a whole night and not done as a course of shots over twenty minutes while scaring away Prospects and trying not to cry.

So you were gone. How could Happy be so blasé about this woman all over him? Was he really prepared to possibly ruin his marriage because he was insecure about your friendship with Juice? Someone who you had been close too long before you were with Happy, if you really wanted him would you not have chosen Juice first?

You leaned on your arms on the bar as your head swam. You squeezed your eyes shut and reached for the bottle that the prospect behind the bar had left for you. As you poured yourself another shot you felt a familiar presence lean on the bar beside you. You took your shot in one before turning to face Juice who was watching you with a worried expression.
“Y/N have you been crying?” He asked quietly, you felt his thumb come under your eye as he wiped your wet cheeks.
You nodded your head dramatically, the alcohol taking effect made you fall forwards into Juice who caught you and you starting giggling into his chest.

His arms were loose around you holding you onto your chair as he laughed at you, “I think it’s a good idea to take a break from the shots for now, you might fall off.”
You giggled and looked up at him through your lashes before putting your hands on his chest just over his patches, “Well it’s a good job you’re so strong.”

If Happy was prepared to let you go over flirting with Juice then fuck it, you might as well actually get to flirt with him. Good call vodka.

He laughed nervously but didn’t make a move to let go of you, “Okay sweetheart, don’t you think we should get you into bed?”
He pulled you off the seat into his arms and started to carry you towards the dorms.

You giggled wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your mouth up to his ear, “Do you want to take me to bed Juicey?” You breathed and you could feel the heat that rushed to his cheeks and how his grip on you tightened slightly.
“No-not like that.” He stammered slightly, with this angle he could see slightly down your top but more importantly Happy’s crow on your shoulder was almost right in his face.
“Why not Juan? Happy thinks we’re at it anyway and he doesn’t care anymore.”  You mumbled and settled yourself down in his arms.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Happy growled behind Juice and you felt your human pillow/carrier tense at the voice.
You however were not intimidated; you wouldn’t have married him if you were. Instead you shoo’d him drunkenly with your hand, “Go fuck that girl, I don’t want to talk to you.”

Realisation dawned on Happy at your slurred words, you were wasted. He’d come over here with the intention of ramming Juice’s face into the bar until whatever you found attractive was mashed beyond recognition. He didn’t realise how much he’d hurt you. He honestly just wanted angry sex to get over his jealousy of Juice. Happy couldn’t believe he’d made you think you didn’t care about your marriage.

“Give her.” Happy snapped and held his arms open and waited for Juice to hand you to him.
You shook your head and held onto Juice, “No, he’s being a dick. I just wanted to spend tomorrow with him.”
“Sorry, Lady says no.” Juice mumbled and gulped. Jesus Christ how did he get dragged into this? He knew Happy could at the very least kick Juice’s ass around the yard for not handing over his wife.

Happy’s expression darkened but he gave a firm nod and gestured for Juice to follow him and they headed towards the dorms. Happy was furious that Juice hadn’t handed you over but he was also thankful, he knew the other Son’s would have had the same reaction. You didn’t want to go with him and he was angry so Juice protecting you, even from Happy, was absolutely the right thing to do.

Juice put you down on the bed in Happy’s dorm room and Happy sat down on the chair in the corner. Only when you told Juice it was fine for him to go did he leave you in silence with your husband. And that was how you stayed until Happy’s voice cut through the tension almost making you jump.

“Did you really think I’d put that bitch over our marriage?”

You held his gaze for a moment before you answered, “You thought I put Juice before it so I don’t know what goes on in your head.”
“If he’d brought you in here and wanted to fuck you would you have?” He asked, still sat staring.
You wanted to punch him for asking you something so stupid, instead you kept your voice quiet but steady and firm, “I wish I could say yes. But I fucking love you.”

“You think I don’t love you?” He grated.
You said nothing.
He stood and started towards the best until he was stood in front of you, “Do. You. Think. That. I. don’t. love. You?”

You wished that you could be scared of Happy in this moment instead of drunk and incredibly turned on.
You gathered yourself before you answered, “I play house for you. You always have a hot meal and clean clothes. I got your crow and I took your name. When we go into lock down I don’t ask any fucking questions. When you come home after killing someone I help clean you up. I help pay your mums medical bills. I have been kidnapped, beaten and tortured because of the club and you. I put off having kids because you wanted to wait. And it’s all fucking worth it because I have you. But you don’t give a shit because you think that me and Juice are too close.”

You made a mental note, no more vodka.

Happy stared down at you and you expected rage. You expected broken furniture and him calling Juice in here to beat the shit out of him.

But instead you watched at Happy fell to his knees in front of the bed and leaned forward to bury his face in your stomach and wrap his arms around your hips. Fuck. Happy was barely emotional but when he was it was always so…raw. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and gently smoothed your hand over his head.

“You think I don’t know?” His voice rasped into your stomach and you strained to hear him, “You think I don’t know everything you do for me? Those are the reasons why I fucking love you. John Teller used to tell me I’d find someone to fit me and I’m pissed he didn’t get to meet you, that I couldn’t show you off. I never wanted kids until I met you, but I think that if they were with you I could finally make something good.”

He finally looked up at you and you felt yourself melt under the passion of this gaze, he continued “I can’t stand the idea of you being with anyone else and I hate knowing that Juice deserves you more.”

You let the words hit you back into sobriety and you started laughing loudly. Happy scowled as you continued to laugh but urged him up to lie next to you on the bed and cuddled up to his chest.
“You’re a fucking idiot. If I didn’t want you I wouldn’t have bothered with you.” You laughed and snuggled into his chest in the opening on his cut.
“Who you calling an idiot?” He asked but now his voice was lighter and his hands found your sides and he tickled you lightly.
“You Mr. Lowman.” You teased and leaned up to give him a soft kiss as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Think you can deal being married to an idiot?” He murmured in that deep voice of his that used when he was trying to get you into bed. Not that he ever really had to try.

“That depends, knowing Juice he’s stood outside the door in case I’m in trouble which is very good of him. And knowing your devious mind the fact that he’s stood out there means you want us to fuck as loud as possible so that he and everyone else here knows I’m yours?” You asked as innocently as possible and leaned up to kiss the underside of his jaw.
You let out a quick giggle as he rolled you both over so that he was above you and asked, “And if I do?”
“Well then I can deal with that.” You grinned and pulled him down to kiss you.

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