the kid standing up in the right looks so lost

Letterman Jacket (egobang)

That picture of Arin that has been circling around today gave me ideas. So have some high school au fun!!

tw; implied drug use.

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Arin never really cared for any sport, but the football coach came to him anyway. He knew since he was a bigger guy they ‘needed someone like him on the team’, and after several months of getting hounded, Arin agreed and spent his summer in the hot sun with a bunch of other sweaty boys. He did admit that aside from the heavy equipment and being sweaty all the time, he did enjoy playing. He wasn’t a star athlete like the Quarterback, but the kids on his team did genuinely seem to like him, at least on the field and locker room.

It wasn’t until the season started that Arin noticed someone at almost every game. He had wild crazy blue hair and looked like…someone who was on a certain hallucinogenic.  He would always stand by the fence separating the field from the seats and watch the games. He was on the taller, lankier side, and wore tattered jeans, converse shoes and a flannel shirt. His clothes would change of course, but that outfit seemed to be the most consistent.

He really wanted to go and speak with the boy, Arin wouldn’t admit it outloud but he was cute. Its not like he ever could with his coach yelling at him. He would always look back and stare at the blue haired boy, he always stared back. It was on a cold October night that Arin decided that, at half time, he was going to talk to him. After his huddle with his team, he checked to see if anyone was looking and jogged towards him. The boy seemed surprised that Arin approached him.

“Hey.” The boy said,

“Hi.” Arin replied.

This was stupid. What he was doing was stupid. He has no idea who this kid is, or even if he went to this school. The boy definitely smelled like smoke, very earthy smoke. His eyes were only slightly discolored but were a beautiful shade of brown, like smokey quartz.

“I-I’m Arin.” He introduced himself.

“Dan,” the other replied.

“I see you at almost every game.”

“Yeah, my sister is one of the cheerleaders.” Dan said pointing to a girl who looked similar to himself.

“Oh, I didn’t know.” Arin was getting nervous and half time was almost over.

“Hey, after the game wanna grab something to eat? I’m dying for some chinese or something.” Dan said and Arin took his chance.

“Yeah! Sounds great! Meet you in the parking lot after?” Arin asked and Dan nodded.

“Meet you there. You win this game, i’m buying.” He told him, and that was all the motivation Arin needed to give it his all.

They lost, they lost badly. Their coach yelled at them in the locker room for messing up on basic plays. Arin was thinking about quitting, he didn’t much care for the sport anyway, and the yelling was wearing on his nerves. He packed up his gear and walked out to the parking lot, looking for Dan. How hard was it to find a tall blue haired kid, right? He eventually saw him standing under a tree by a red pick up, he was smoking…something.

“Hey! You lost so guess that means you’re paying.” Dan greeted him.

“I thought you said you’d buy!” Arin argued as he hopped into the passenger’s side.

“No. I said if you win I’ll pay. You lost, you buy.” Dan told him as he got into the driver’s seat.

“That wasn’t part of the deal.” Arin argued as he began to drive.

“I have altered the deal, pray I don’t alter it further.” Dan said in a gravely voice that wasn’t his own.

“Oh my god did you just use a star wars reference on me!” Arin laughed.

“Hell yeah I did. You fuckin’ like that shit?” Dan giggled.

They joked the entire way to the restaurant. Dan took him to a nice looking chinese place that was nearly deserted on a friday night. They sat down, ordered their food and sipped on their tea and water. Arin didn’t really know what to do or say. Dan was funny and very charismatic, even cute, it made him flushed. Dan told Arin about his passion for music and how he has been trying to make his own band for years. He needed people to play instruments, since he could only barely play the bass mostly, and preferred to sing. Wow, he was a singer. Why was Arin getting so flushed at the idea of Dan being on stage, looking as beautiful as he did, singing. Wait, what? He shook the thoughts away.

Dan asked about Arin, what his likes were, dislikes were, and when Arin talked about being an artist, Dan looked confused.

“If you are more focused on your art why are you playing football?” He asked.

“Because the coach wanted me on his team since I’m a bigger kid.” Arin explained but Dan scoffed.

“That’s no reason to play. If you don’t like it you should quit y’know?” he said and Arin nodded.

“Yeah, and I want to, especially after tonight.” He admitted.

“Yeah I feel ya. But hey, you’re decision on what you do or not.”

They were quiet for a little bit longer, just eating there food, smiling at each other.

“I’d like to see your drawings sometime, if you want.” Dan said after a while.

“Oh!…Yeah I can show you, only if you sing for me!” Arin said which made Dan laugh.

“Sure I’ll sing for you. Anytime you want.” Dan said. Arin really shouldn’t be blushing but he is.

Arin paid for their food, after Dan outright refused since their ‘agreement’ and went outside. A cold chill hit them like a wall and Dan nearly doubled over.

“Not good with cold are ya?” Arin asked. Dan, who was visibly shivering shook his head.

“Not at all.” He told him. Arin, as if by reflex, took off his letterman jacket and threw it over Dan’s shoulders. He looked surprised at the sudden warmth and looked at Arin, who has his arm around Dan.

“Let’s hurry up to the truck.” Arin said and Dan nodded.

“Yeah…okay.” They huddled together for warmth as they ran to the truck. Both of their cheeks were red, whether is was from the cold, or they were actually blushing, neither of them could tell or want to know. At least for now.

An Other Side of the War (Part 6)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Originally posted by pomy-luna

~ Year seventh ~

As you arrived on the Platform 9 ¾, you were surprised how many students came back in this year. You couldn’t decide it’s either bravery or stupidity, but you didn’t have time to think about things like this; your gaze met that so familiar stormy grey eyes, and before your brain could start to working, your legs already run, run into his arms, and in the next second you held each other so tightly like if you don’t, the moment will slip away and both of you’ll disappear.

When you released each other he cupped your face and looked deeply into your eyes so you had some time to examine his face. It was grey, serious and stern. It was a face that looked like don’t know how to smile anymore. You couldn’t look at him any moment longer; it hurt too much saw him like this. 

Lucius was even worse shape than Draco; only Narcissa has some express on her face that reminded you how the Malfoys used to look like, and she looked determined. 

„Is everything alright?” – you asked him after you found an empty compartment, but he didn’t answer.

„Listen. You have to stay close to me. Hogwarts isn’t the same anymore.”

„You don’t say.” – you said sarcastically, but his face remained stern.

„It isn’t funny, Y/N. Death Eaters will teaching us. Don’t think you’ll be safe because you’re pureblood. They’re know your name.”

„And do you think you can save me from them? From him?”

„I don’t think anything.” – he said after a few second silence. – „But I know I’ll do everything to keep you safe. I promsied that. Just please… stay put. And let me help.”

You nodded in silence. Of course it wasn’t your intention to get yourself killed, but Draco knew that sometimes you can’t shut your mouth. Only now everything’s changed – and you revalued your priorities. Draco is more important to you than everything, so you’ll swallow your pride to keep yourself and him safe. 

And it worked well, until a Dark Arts class near the end of the term.

„Oh, Miss Y/L/N! I don’t remember you practicing the Cruciatus Curse at all! Now come on now, show us something interesting… on him.” said Carrow cheerfully while nodded at a Gryffindor boy.

You slowly walked in front of the class with the boy that you recognized now: Neville Longbottom. As you pointed your wand at him with shaking hands, you could tell he doesn’t afraid. Not anymore

„Just do it Y/N.” – he mutters.

„See? He’s even asking for it! Don’t be such a coward, girl, do it!” Carrow looked happier then ever, while your mouth went dry and your hand just shaked more. You lower your wand.

„Aaah.” – Carrow sighed. „What a shame, Y/L/N. Your parents would be very dissapointed.”

The anger that you felt at the last minutes - and the last few months - expanded with that sentence. You lost your temper, pointed your wand at your teacher and shouted: „Stupefy!” As your stunning spell was too strong, he flown over the classroom straight to a bookshelf. Before he could stand up, Draco ran over to you and stood before you. „That was really stupid.” – he whispered.

As Carrow comes back to you with anger in his eyes, Draco pointed his wand on him.

„Do you think I am afraid of you?” – he laughed. „Your family lost that position ages ago, Malfoy. You don’t have the courage to do anything, so, put mommy’s wand away.”

„If you touch her, I’ll have the courage I swear.” Maybe it was the anger on his face or the dedicated look on his eyes, but Carrow frowned and lowered his wand.

„All right kids. Sit down. As for you, Y/L/N, you can come for detention today, 5 o’clock.” – he smirked, and Draco turned around but you stopped him and gave him a warning look. Everybody knows what a detention means with the Carrows.

It was almost 5, so you exit the common room with Draco on your heels.

„Draco if you won’t go back I’ll hex you. You can’t come there!”

„Do you know what will he do with you?” – he shouted desperately.

„I know, and I also know that you won’t control yourself if you see. You and your family is enough trouble already, don’t risk anymore because of me, please. I can get much worse than torture if you intervene.”

He slowly snuggled up to you and kissed your forehead, then raised your chin with his fingertip. „Please love, be careful.”

After nearly half an hour with Carrow, you were thankful that Draco didn’t come with you. If he could hear your screams, Godric knows what would he done.

The detentions was all the same: students practiced the Cruciatus Curse on other students. In your case, you get it from Carrow. It was beyond every pain that you ever felt before. It was in your bones, in your brain, in your veins, and after several minutes torture, you lost your energy to scream. You couldn’t see or move. As tears fell down on your face, Carrow knelt next to you.

„Well well, at least you take it better than your sweet mother.” You felt as he grabbed your arm and something hurt on your skin, but after the previous pain, it was like nothing. You heard the door swung open, but you cannot have the strength to look at the way, though you recognize the monotone voice immediately.

„What have you done to her?” – Snape asked.

„She earned her punishment, she stunned me at the class.”

„Carrow that poor girl barely alive! Get out.” And you felt Snape lifted you, but the next moment you blacked out. You woke up to Draco’s voice.

„Sweetheart, please talk to me, please, please…” – he prays to you, his hand on your cheek when you open your eyes; you were at the Hospital Wing.

„Oh thank Godric. Say something.”

„I’m okay.” – your voice is barely audiable and hoarse after the screams.

„No, you’re not. I’ve shouldn’t let this happen. I shouldn’t…”

„It isn’t your fault, Draco.” – you said to him and stroke his cheek with your weak hand. He gently grasped your forearm but you gasped to his touch and pulled your hand away from him.

„What is it? Where it hurts?” – he gave you a concerned look and you knew it’s unnecessary to lie to him, so you streched your arm. Draco rolled up your sleeve and a tormented, angry look appear on his face as he saw the blood traitor text craved in your arm. He stood up so quickly his char is fell over.

„I’ll kill him.”

„No, stop, come back here!” – your voice suddenly came back when he was almost already at the doors, but of course, Madam Pomfrey wasn’t happy to hear you shouting.

„This is enough, she needs to rest! Get out of here Mr. Malfoy, don’t bother her.” – she said angrily, but you grabbed her arm.

„No, please I want him to stay, please!” – you cried, more to Draco than to her.

„All right,” – she said finally – „but one more shout and you’ll be banned from here.”

„I won’t let him to get away with this, Y/N.” – he whispered as sat down next to you.

„You have to. Remember what I said earlier? About your family? It was my fault. I’m lucky to be alive after my parents anyway.”

„Don’t say that. Please. You’re the only thing that keep me sane. I cannot lost you.”

A few hours later he layed on the bed next to you, both of you in silence, just watching each other’s face. You remembered something; a late morning, back at the Malfoy Manor when you relaxed on the bed silently, examined every little detial on him, and he did the same as well. The memory of the peacful moment filled your brain when you heard his low voice. 

„Y/N. After all of this ends, will you…?”

„Yes.” – you cut him off with a weak smile.

„Let me finish.” He smiled too. „Will you marry me?”

„Yes.” – you repeated in a so natural tone, because it was the only thing that you were sure about.

 ~

You woke up two days later in the middle of the night to the noises, still at the Hospital Wing. You quickly dressed up and as you hurried down in the corridors, you bumped into Professor McGonagall.

“Professor! What is happening?”

“War, Miss Y/L/N. The rest of your house at the dungeons, if you please will join them.”

You immediately ran down to the dungeons. You have to find him. Or maybe he is with them? You could hardly concentrate, and before you realized, you were already in the common room. With fast breaths, you glanced around, but you didn’t see him.

“Where’s Draco?” - you asked Pansy.

“I don’t know. He searched for you but disappeared with Crabbe and Goyle - where are you going? Stay here Y/N!” - Pansy shrieked as you hurried back to the door. 

But you didn’t care; you have to find him, you have to know he’s safe. At the courtyard, there were chaos. Teachers and students defending the castle - and it’s flashed into your brain; why the other Slytherins are sitting at the common room while everything is falling apart?

As you saw a little girl, probably first or second year in front of a Death Eater, you yelled „Stupefy!” to save her, but you missed it. “RUN!” - you shouted at her.

The Death Eater turned to you, raised the wand, but stopped dead. And then, between the screams and cries and sounds of death, you hear a familiar voice behind the mask. „Get the hell out of here. Now!” – and she’s already ran away from you.

And in that moment, when you recognized your aunt voice, you understood everything. Of course no one in the Slytherin House joined to the fight; how could you? Hurt or kill people who raised you, were friends to you, people who you know since you were kid?

With tears in your eyes, you turned back to the castle, but in that second when you stepped inside, you felt a big strike on the back of your head, and with that, everything went black around you.

You woke up with somebody’s arms around you. Your head layed in something soft, and you smelled a familiar scent. A big hand held yours, and as you realized between the chattering noise, your head was in Draco’s lap; you slightly squeezed his hand, but didn’t open your eyes instantly.

“Y/N? Love, are you alrigth?” - you heard his hoarse voice and looked up to him. 

“Wha - what happened?” - you frowned, but at the sight of the other students, parents and teachers all in the Great Hall, talking calmly, you started to calm down too. You slowly sat up.

“I found you in the middle of the war. I thought… I thought you were dead. I was dragged away from your body but after he died I searched for you and Madam Pomfrey said you’ll be alright, you were just knocked out.”

“After he died? Voldemort is really dead then?” - you whispered as your voice was still weak. He nodded, and you, in relief, hugged him as tightly as you could. And you cried so hard like never before, for all those years of fear, now you maybe can live a whole normal life - with Draco by your side. 

Undercover Feelings

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Words: 1128

A/N: MATT THE RADAR TECHNICAN AGAIN!!! :D

“Why must I go undercover?” Kylo Ren asked you. He was in the refresher room changing into his disguise and you were laying on his bed waiting for him to come out.

“Kylo, this is a chance to see what everyone does while you’re not around. Not to mention what kind of stuff they say behind your back.”

“What do you mean?”

You smirked to yourself, “You’ll find out when you go out there. Now hurry up!” You called out to your friend and colleague. 

He came out with a big frown on his face. You bit your lip to prevent you from laughing, “I look foolish.” Kylo Ren said. He fashioned a blonde wig, glasses, an orange vest, and a grey jumpsuit. 

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(sorry for the pic, i messed up some stuff and deleted the ask)

AHHH, anon, i am SO PUMPED to talk about Kanan-finds-Ezra AU. you honestly cannot BELIEVE how EXCITED I AM. i LOVE THIS AU. and if i haven’t scared you off yet, let’s jump in!! @muse-on-mustafar and i talked a lot about this, so i figured that i’d basically summarize and maybe talk about what we talked about, if that works. i think all of your questions can be answered in that, but if i miss something, feel free to ask again!

alrighty, folks, let’s dive in for A Very Poor Attempt At Parenting, starring our very own Kanan Jarrus!!! yay!!!

  • so, let’s start with our darling boys at this stage in their lives - a ten-year-old Ezra Bridger. he’s a bit more rough around the edges than we know him now.
    • he’s mostly got the thievery thing down pat, but he’s still in a real rough patch, so he’s less scared than he was at seven or eight, but now that he’s not scared, he’s got room for other things - like anger
    • “[three years has moved him] directly from scared, terrified, sad to pissed-off, bitter, ready to blast the whole world,” is how @muse-on-mustafar described him, and I think that’s pretty perfect
    • he hasn’t got the façade we see in Rebels quite yet: he’s lacking the humor, the “i don’t care,” persona - instead, he’s being fueled by rage when he’s got no food 
  • and please welcome to the stage a twenty-three-year-old Caleb Dume - um, haha, Kanan Jarrus!
    • it’s barely ten years after Order 66 and Kanan is trying to fit into his new cowboyish, gunslinging persona
    • Kanan doesn’t quite have a “Kanan” personality yet 
    • mostly, he has one default setting - not Caleb Dume
    • Kanan’s great in a bar fight, full of a barely contained temper and a decent bit of swagger, but deep down inside he’s just a scared little kid who hasn’t stopped running and can’t seem to find shelter
  • so, this is when a very unsuspecting Kanan Jarrus shows up on Lothal looking for a job that means he’s got money for food and alcohol. mostly alcohol. 
  • and, naturally, runs into Ezra Bridger.
    • (now, @gladiolus-red wrote an awesome intro here, but i’m gonna leave what actually happened vague for sake of wiggle room.)
  • maybe he passes him on the street, maybe he literally runs into the conniving Loth-rat - whatever. but either way, Kanan’s left staring after the receding form of Ezra Bridger with one thought in his mind:
    • oh shit
    • that kid’s Force-sensitive.
    • now, Kanan Jarrus is definitely not Caleb Dume. because Caleb would be jumping up and down going “what’s that kid doing here? where are his parents? should we tell his parents? should we follow him? what if the Empire gets to him? should we make him our padawan? we can help him! protect him! feed him!”
  • so, instead, Kanan Jarrus turns around, walks away, and patently ignores the kid because, well, he should get on with his life.
    • “Shame,” he thinks to himself, as he remembers the raggedy clothes hanging off the kid’s raggedy frame, “but it happens all the time. Whatever.”
  • but, yeah, here’s the problem.
  • he can’t ignore him.
  • it takes maybe three or four days, or maybe that’s just how long Kanan can ignore it, but he begins to realize that the kid…that he knows the kid.
    • (not, like i have met him before or having a mind meld with with this strange kid where he suddenly knows all his secrets, of course. but it’s how he knew his friends back at the Temple or his master. he knows the kid, knows where he is with a vague mental map or tug or string that ties him to the kid, that tells him where the kid’s at.
    • and being tied - having pressure, responsibility - to the kid…that scares Kanan most of all, even more than the idea of the Empire’s jackboot coming smashing down on Lothal.)
  • by that point, Kanan doesn’t care how good the pay is at his job or that they even offered him his own apartment, free of charge, as an employee perk. next ship, he’s getting off this rock.
    • and so Kanan sits in the bar, slumped over a space whiskey or space mead or space ale or whatever, when the door slides open and he does his best not to jump out of his seat and run the opposite direction because, well, the kid’s here.
      • What’s a kid his age doing in a bar, Kanan thinks almost immediately, then thinks immediately afterwards: Why do I care, I don’t care.
    • instead, he doesn’t move, maintaining the careful look of a half-drunk, half-sleeping field worker (it isn’t hard)
    • meanwhile, he listens carefully to the argument going on in the corner of the cantina, which is getting more and more nasty 
      • (looks like someone thinks the kid owes something, the kid says he doesn’t, says he did the job, whatever) 
    • Kanan doesn’t care but suddenly the Force is telling him that kid’s about to take a knife to the gut so Kanan stretches leisurely and saunters over
      • Hey, he thinks to himself, I’ve been on Lothal two weeks and not gotten in a bar fight yet. Might as well acquaint myself with the locals.
    • so all the gang members look over and so does the kid, which is when Kanan finally gets a good look at him and is also when he inwardly groans
      • Kid’s got a nasty black eye and more than few scratches and bruises and has the look of someone who’s obviously malnourished 
    • Kanan, nice gentleman that he is, introduces himself
      • “Hey there,” he greets, “heard you were having an argument.”
    • the gang’s not too keen
      • “Get out of here, off-worlder,” sneers the biggest, nastiest brute as another stands up and, yep, Kanan was right - he’s got a wicked sharp vibroblade. “This ain’t your business.”
    • Kanan really doesn’t care
      • “Well, I don’t know about here on Lothal,” Kanan drawls, “but in the rest of the world messin’ with kids is a no-go.”
    • (at least it is in Kanan’s book, because he remembers what it was like to be young and defenseless.)
    • the kid’s looking at him like he’s lost his mind
    • meanwhile, the gang’s looking a little too angry, so Kanan takes action.
      • meaning he takes one guy and bodily flings him into the wall
      • “So,” Kanan says, slamming one guy’s head on to the table and cracking another’s head against the ground, “don’t do it.”
    • the kid, meanwhile, recovers his wits
      • “What?” the kid shouts in to the melee, “I can look after myself!”
      • “No, you really can’t,” says Kanan, glancing around at the stunned bartender and the other wide-eyed patrons before bodily shoving the kid and himself out the bar.

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Single Dad!Woozi

I started this like a month ago in my phone memo when we were driving somewhere but I completely forgot about it up until now ;; Idk if I like it but I hope all of you guys do


Rain hammered against the windows of the dimly lit and rather empty convenience store, the harsh sound rivalled only by the ruthless wind. The black clouds in the night sky ominously loomed over the small shop, the dull bulbs within the building barely lighting the way for the small man inside, who trudged through the aisles tiredly with one hand in the pocket of his large dark grey hoodie and the other closed around a young child’s. Jihoon sighed lightly and shrugged the thick material further onto his body, rejoicing in the warmth it provided; a shield from the bitter cold that tested the barriers of the automatic doors. He looked down at the boy beside him, who was perhaps a quarter of his height despite only looking around five or six years old, and his rather grumpy facial expression became one of fondness as the child reached out for the shelf on his right, making incoherent moans and protests of some sort. Jihoon turned his attention to the shelf in question to find that they were in the sweets aisle, chocolate bars and colorful bags of candy teasing the small boy as he tried to break away from his father and grab something.

“If you stop whining, I’ll buy you a candy bar when we leave. Right now we just need a few things to restock the freezer.” the elder bargained, making the younger one beam up at him and stop struggling.

“Okay!” he cheered before huddling up to Jihoon, his happy mood fading almost as soon as it had appeared; “Daddy, it’s cold.” Jihoon sighed heavily.

“I told you to wear your coat, but you went against me.” He raised his eyebrows at the child, who pouted. Another sigh. “I can’t really do much about it, Jaehyun-ie. We’ll be leaving soon anyway.” Jaehyun nodded reluctantly and detached himself from his father, the bright energy returning as he hurried away down another aisle. Jihoon groaned and laughed lightly, quick to pursue the child in large strides, He followed him to find him head-first inside one of the small store freezers. Jihoon laughed again, louder this time, at the sight of the boy who mere moments ago had been complaining about the cold, with his legs hanging out from the entrance and the top balanced on his upper back as he tried to reach something.

“You needed these frozen meals, right?” Jaehyun asked as he withdrew himself and slowly wiggled back until his feet were back on the ground, batting his eyes and smiling with childish innocence at his father as he held up three frozen microwavable dinners - all of Jihoon’s favorites. Jihoon’s eyes disappeared, with the wideness of his smile as he reached out to pat his smaller counterpart on the head.

“Yeah, good job, buddy.” he said proudly, taking the boxes from the equally proud looking boy and gesturing towards the fruit section. “Whilst I get a basket to carry our stuff, why don’t you go get us some apples?”

“How many?”

“The same amount we usually get.” Jihoon responded, leaning closer to the boy and speaking in a hushed whisper as if this was some extremely important secret mission. “You know how many.” Jaehyun nodded with a determined smile before hurrying off yet again, Jihoon marvelling at the way he could move so fast on such small legs. Jihoon headed for the stack of plastic baskets at the door, placing the boxes of food inside the uppermost one when the doors slid open, taking him by surprise. He looked up from where he had leaned down to grab the basket and found his mouth dropping open slightly when he saw you, strolling in calmly despite being soaked from head to toe. Wearing only a band tee, blue jeans, and thick boots even in this weather, with your hair wet and sticking to the sides of your face and your skin glistening with droplets of rain, it was amazing to him how unfazed you seemed by it all. Needless to say, he was interested immediately.

You caught his warm brown eyes as you entered and smiled briefly before taking off towards the ice cream freezers by the nearest wall, your expression becoming one of concentration as you looked for a particular flavor. Jihoon stood straight, basket now over his arm, and found his eyes still fixated on you. You looked around his age and, even though you were drenched and he barely knew you, he was inexplicably attracted to you, and it was confusing him to no end.

“Pretty…” he murmured before he could stop himself, not realizing that Jaehyun had made his way back to his side with a clear bag of apples clenched in his small fist.

“Pretty? What? Who?” It didn’t take long for him to know who his father had suddenly become so struck by; it was nearing midnight and, besides the cashier who slept peacefully at the checkout, there was no one else in the store. Jihoon didn’t miss the mischievous glint that flashed in his son’s dark eyes, his own widening as he remembered that Jaehyun had a knack for spilling everything. He could not keep quiet. Lost in thought, Jihoon didn’t realise that the boy was now tugging on the hem of your shirt, fruit still in his other hand.

“Hi there!” you greeted the young child suddenly by your side cheerfully, crouching to around his height and giving him a little wave. You pointed at the bag and smiled widely.”What have you got there?”

“Fruit. By the way, my daddy thinks you’re pretty.” He replies rather bluntly, his childish innocence returning in his grin. You frowned, confused for a moment, before looking up to find a red-faced man who you could only assume to be the boy’s father standing before you both. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you stood back up - even in this light you could see the color in his face, his eyes flickering over yours as he ran a slightly shaky hand through his chocolate brown hair and smiled shyly at you.

“Aha, kids, right?” he asked in a mumble, scratching the back of his neck as Jaehyun lost interest and ambled away to look at the flower display nearby.

“Yeah, they can’t keep anything quiet, can they?” you grinned, moving a little closer. You had to admit he was incredibly cute, and his current shy state was endearing.

“I’m so sorry about that.” Jihoon grumbled, growing redder by the second and looking down at his feet, clearly embarrassed by the situation.

“I’m not offended by you calling me pretty or anything, you know.” you laughed, stepping closer and placing a tentative hand on his shoulder. “I’m Y/N, and if it makes any better, I think you’re extremely adorable.” you said, a smirk playing your lips. Jihoon’s face lit up and he looked at you in shock, chuckling softly and cocking his head.

“Really?” At your nod he seemed a lot more at ease, his bashful demeanor becoming more relaxed and chill. “I’m Jihoon, and that’s my son, Jaehyun.” The young boy waved wildly at you when he heard his name, making you giggle and wave back with just as much enthusiasm.

“He’s almost as cute as you are.” you murmured, Jihoon only able to smile and shake his head in response by this point. “So are you single?” You felt at ease with him despite only just having met him, and you felt an uplifting hope within you when he gave you a positive hum as a response. He turned back to steal a glance at his son, who was poking the heads of the delicate red roses and smelling his finger afterwards. “Ah, a single dad. That must be tough.”

“I do get busy sometimes, so I feel bad for the kid. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me, you know?” Jihoon smiled tenderly at both you and the child, looking between you both and shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Maybe you’d like to go on a date sometime?” you suggested, knowing you sounded as hopeful as you felt.

“What?”

“You’re sweet, he’s sweet, and you think I’m pretty.” you laughed yet again, Jihoon revelling in the soft sound, music to his ears. “I feel drawn to you, as cheesy as that sounds. So let me take you out sometime?” Jihoon didn’t reply, making it seem like he was deep in thought when in reality he knew what he wanted to say.

“You free next Friday?” he responded as nonchalantly as he could, trying not to show his burning excitement and stay calm. Then again, it had been ages since he had dated.

“It’s a date.” you smiled gently, pulling a tub of ice cream, the one you had been searching for, from the freezer. He pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked it, handing it to you on a new contact so you could give him your number. He searched your eyes with his as you took it, admiring you as you quickly put your number in and headed for the counter. You awoke the cashier and paid for your treat before going to the doors, about to leave.

“See you later, cutie.” you hummed, pecking Jihoon’s flushed cheek and winking at him before turning to head out into the now clear night. Before you could pass the doors you felt a hand envelop your wrist, pulling you back ever so gently. You turned to find Jihoon now sporting a thin white tee, his hoodie balled up in his hand which was extended to you.

“You’re all wet and it’s still cold out. I don’t want you to catch a cold.” You raised an eyebrow at his explanation, gratefully accepting. Upon first meeting him you hadn’t expected him to be so considerate, yet here he was, handing you his clothing and holding his son close to his side in a protective manner. You smiled, sighing in relief and happiness at the warmth now provided. It was cozy and homely and smelt of him, making you feel at peace as you bid him one last goodbye and thanked him once more before leaving.

“Well, Jaehyun.” Jihoon began as he put his basket before the cashier, walking back to the flowers and taking up the red roses Jaehyun had been so fascinated by and looking down after not hearing a reply to see the child waiting for him to continue. “Looks like you’ll be staying at uncle Soonyoung’s house next Friday…”

Originally posted by camera-seventeen

-Admin Belle

"I just came down to get my water"

Ashton Irwin imagine

Requested: No

Pairing: Ashton x reader

Warning: Maybe smut (may contain some swearing)

(sorry if this is shit it’s 3 am)

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anonymous asked:

Coldflash 9

9. ‘meeting online’ AU

((as usual, I screwed it up a bit lol. AU where Len is a hacker, and Barry is still the Flash.

Warning for suicide mention: very brief, and it’s just a misunderstanding, not real intent, but still…))


Len’s fingers fly over the keyboard like angry hummingbirds, his eyes fixed on the code on his screens as he mentally counts down the time he has to bypass the STAR Labs’ security protocols before everything goes to shit.

He’s twelve seconds early, which might be a little disappointing due to the lack of a dramatic effect, but after a short wait while he downloads everything there is to find, Len is proud of himself anyway as he sifts through the encrypted files, deciding what to keep and what to ignore. Some of these will fetch quite a prize on the black market - however, the schematics aren’t really what he’s looking for tonight (even though that absolute zero weapon looks intriguing as hell).

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amby-vs-life  asked:

(1/2) Ok so hear me out what if since Peter was erased Derek never lost Laura and they never went back to Beacon Hills right? &Derek is happy for the most part but he keeps dreaming of the sheriffs kid who went up to him after the fire and handed him his wolf toy and said here he keeps me safe but you need him more and maybe his wolf toy looks just like Derek's wolf. And maybe just maybe he keeps dreaming about how this boy would grow up right? And one day he cant stand it anymore so

Derek tells Laura he’s going back to beacon hills cause he has unfinished business with a boy who doesn’t even remember him & he goes back & he starts looking for the boy & no one knows who he is so he goes to the sheriff & is like hey where’s your son I have to give back his wolf and the sheriff is just like I don’t have a son & Derek is all like yeah you do he gave me his & he shows the sheriff the wolf & then Stiles is saved b/c even tho Derek got his “life” back he still needed him

But wait wait wait, when everyone remembers Stiles does that mean Derek’s life also goes away?? Does he literally have to watch as Laura slips away into the void???? Again???? I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN TAKE THIS, ANON. I REALLY DON’T.

Now all I can imagine is Derek unknowingly giving up Laura for Stiles and even though Derek tells Stiles it’s okay it’s so not okay and Stiles can’t bear it - he begins to go insane with the guilt - so he leaves BH without telling anyone where he is going and spends a full year hunting down anyone who knows how to bring back the dead. 

Stiles comes back hardened, scarred and a little hollow in the eyes but he also has one Laura Hale in tow. His grin is a little manic as he enters Derek’s loft and watches as Laura runs to scoop up her baby bro, and his sarcasm is much crueller than anyone remembers. 

No one really knows how to engage with Stiles at all, not even Laura who literally was dead and saw a lot of what Stiles saw to get her back here. 

Derek never gives up though because Stiles is still that boy - the one who gave him his wolf toy. And yeah, he gets the Stiles he had in his head for so long is not the Stiles standing before him now - no longer a soft, gentle boy - but it doesn’t make Derek any less…taken with Stiles. He likes that Stiles doesn’t hold back when he’s angry and he hurts when Stiles tries to reach out to his dad and Scott, only to be met with unsure, hesitant responses. 

He loves that he gets to be privy - sometimes solely -  to Stiles’ rants. They don’t happen often - not like Scott and the Sheriff say they used to - but when they do happen, Derek is captivated. Stiles moves his hands with a clumsy, wild grace and even though his eyes remain haunted, they fill with something that makes Derek light up inside. 

He starts to see Stiles holds back on purpose; that he’s cruel on purpose. He has night terrors where he screams things like please remember me and I’m here, I’m here! Laura says he already looked dead when he pulled her from the spirit world. 

Derek doesn’t know what to do but he knows it makes Stiles happy when he remembers he likes pizza rolls and that weird flavour of ice ream. He texts Stiles throughout the week with things like I saw this and thought of you. He’s careful not to say overly dramatic things like I won’t forget this when they fight or romantic things like I’ll always remember this the first time they kiss. Sometimes even the words “you remembered” are too much for Stiles, as Derek witnesses on Scott’s birthday when Stiles hands him some old video game. Stiles had laughed in response, clapping Scott on the back with an of course, before spending the remainder of the night curled up in the back seat of his jeep. Derek had wanted to take him home but instead climbed into the front seat and played Stiles a mixed tape until Stiles finally fell asleep. 

When they make love, Stiles is rough but his mouth is gentle and he tries, he really tries, to be tender. He whispers words that Derek knows don’t come naturally to him, not anymore, and when Derek whispers them back Stiles cries so hard sometimes he struggles looking Derek in the eye the next day. Derek knows Sties likes rough and hard, he knows he can deal with ugliness much better than softness, but he can’t help it sometimes - being slow, gentle, kind - because, at the end of the day, he knows, deep down, it’s what Stiles craves but doesn’t know how to have anymore; scared it will be taken away from him. (And Derek can understand that, perhaps more than anyone.)

It’s not a perfect relationship but it’s good, and Derek has never loved anything more and he hopes - he thinks - Stiles feels the same.  

PSA.

You don’t “hate Selena Gomez”, you hate how the media has been portraying her. She’s not the “Snobby bitch slut that used JB for fame.”

She’s a beautiful, talented, and sweet woman. She spreads love everywhere she goes and is genuine.

Children look up to her, teenagers do, and even adults. She’s a hero. She’s the youngest ambassador of UNCIEF.

Here’s some of her charity work:
10x10
A Day Made Better
Alliance For Children Rights
Cystic Fibrosis Foundation
Elton John AIDS Foundation
ENOUGH Project
Free The Children
Malala Fund
Rosie’s Theater Kids
Ryan Seacrest Foundation
Stand Up To Cancer
St. Jude’s Children Research Hospital
Teen Cancer America
UNICEF

Selena has been through so much, from the media, haters, and heartbreak. She lost all her confidence and became insecure. But one day, she woke up and felt brand new. And she accepted and loved herself.

My point is, if Selena can love herself even through all the things she’s been through, you can love Selena Gomez.

Let’s Play

Title: Let’s Play!
Paring:
Sam x Reader
Other Characters: Dean & well, the baby boy; Jude.
Request: samwinchesterimagines asked: Hi hun, could i make a request where the reader is a single mom to a year old baby boy named Jude. She’s currently dating Sam and when they get really close she introduces him to Jude and they hit it off automatically, making her love him more?
Word Count: 1,297
Note: So this is my first request in a long time and the first time I write again after almost a month of nothing. So, I am hoping from the bottom of my heart that it isn’t sucky and you guys like it. Please, give feedback if you’d like. It can be bad or good. Anyways, yeah. I couldn’t come up with a title, so I put the last thing I wrote.

“Babe, hold on.” You say to your boyfriend who is on the phone with you. You sigh and put the phone down, running to your baby boy who is on his way to the bathroom and of course, to do what all babies like to do; Play with the water in the toilet. It was nasty and you didn’t get why, so you tried to keep the door shut at all times.

You finally pick up Jude, kissing his cheek and bringing him back with you to the living room. “Come on, baby boy. Sit here and play with your toys,” You tell him as you bring some toys closer to him and pick up the phone again. “Sorry, babe.”

All along, Sam was listen to what was happening and wishing that he was next to you. But even if he was in town, there was no way that you were going to actually let him in if Jude was around. “Can I ask you something?” Sam finally spoke, a small smile playing on his lips as he opened his eyes.

“Yeah, go for it.” You say to him and smile. You could easily picture his smile, which made you smile right back at him and melt.

“What’s it like? Being a parent?” Sam questions, waiting for your response when you take a deep breath.

You look right at Jude and smile. “Hard,” You let out a small laugh. “But it’s also the most amazing thing that can possibly happen to anyone, Sam. It makes you grow up in ways you couldn’t even begin to imagine. And..” Jude looks back at you as you pause. His adorable smile shining. “A baby brings an unexplainable joy to your life. It’s like, it has it’s bad moments, you know? But still, you wouldn’t trade it for anything, trust me.”

The whole time, Sam is smiling while hearing your answer. He was positive that Jude was the best person in your life but hearing you talk about it, it just gave him a feeling he knew he wanted to feel. Even though he didn’t know Jude, he had a special place in his heart for him because you would always talk about him. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

Again, you’re smiling at Sam’s comment. “Thank you,” He was always so understanding of you and understood the times that you needed to leave unexpectedly because Jude needed something. “When are you coming back?” There was something that you wanted to do when he came back. You wanted him to finally meet Jude and have him over more often, have Jude get to know him.

“I’ll be home tomorrow mornin’.” Sam smiled through the phone, the excitement quickly filling him. He couldn’t wait to see you. “I can’t wait to see you already. I miss you.” Your sweet boyfriend spoke through the phone quietly and gently which made you close your eyes and smile at the sound of his gentle voice.

“I miss you too and plus, I want to introduce you to someone.” You say smiling, but not mentioning any names. Of course, Sam was a smart man and he knew exactly who you were talking about.

“Really?” Sam’s shocked voice made you open your eyes again, thinking that you had said something wrong. “I can’t wait.”

You relaxed at the sound of his voice again. “Alright, well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I have to go now, though.”

Sam sighed but nodded, even if you couldn’t see him. “Yeah, I understand. I love you,”

“I love you too,”

“Dude, will you relax for a moment?” Dean yawned, watching his brother pace from one end to the other. It was early in the morning and they both should still be asleep. “Why are you so nervous anyways? You’ve seen her a lot…” Dean mumbled, opening his eyes and stretching out his arms. Suddenly, he stopped. “Wait.. Are you getting laid?” The smirk is Dean’s lips made Sam want to smack his older brother.

“No.” Sam answered, rolling his eyes. “or, I don’t know.” He furrowed his eyebrows, shaking the thought away. “I’m sure she wants me to meet Jude today and I am nervous.” Sam explains, sitting down for a moment.

“Who?” Dean looked at Sam, completely lost.

“Y/N’s son.” Sam informed him, giving a dirty look. Sam would talk about you and Jude enough for Dean to know already.

“Right.. Right..” Dean nodded, “I’m sure you’ll do fine. Kids love you.”

“I hope so.” Sam says, standing up and on his way out to your place already.

Sam waited outside patiently for you to open the door. Hearing your footsteps near and the sound of you unlocking the door, made him smile wider. This was finally the moment that was about to change his life for good.

“Hey.” You greet him, smiling and instantly hugging him tightly.

Sam doesn’t think about it twice before wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close to him. “Hey,” He whispers in your hair, smiling softly and kissing your head quickly. “I missed you.” He speaks quietly, looking down at you as you guys pull away.

“I missed you too,” You say and get on your tip-toes to kiss him quickly.

You two share a small kiss before you heard the small footsteps behind you, making you pull away. A smile on your face as you look at Sam, instantly noticing that he was a little nervous.

“Come on, buddy.” You speak softly to Jude who is looking at Sam strangely and almost hiding behind you. You pick him up quickly and face Sam again, smiling wide. “Sam, this is my little treasure, Jude.”

Sam’s smile grew wider too as he reached out for Jude’s hand. “Hey buddy, I’m Sam.”

Jude looked at him again but he cracked a smile when Sam grabbed his hand, “Ta.” Just smiles at you and looks at Sam, making you grin. You didn’t think that he’d smile at Sam this fast.

“Yeah, baby. That’s Sam,” You grin again.

Sam looks at you, his smile fading. “Can I—Can I hold him?” He licks his bottom lip as you nod. Sam smiles at Jude again and reaches his arms out, which Jude instantly does the same as well, repeating ‘ta,ta’  as Sam carried him.

It was a matter of minutes before Jude was playing around with Sam comfortably and Sam seemed to be enjoying the moment. Kind of made you wish that Sam would have been his father all along but right there and there, you knew that this was going to last for a long time. Seeing Sam play with Jude made you feel better and it made you love him even more.

“Call Mommy over!” Sam smiled at Jude and then looked at you.

You grin and walked over to them, sitting down on the floor next to Sam. “Let’s play!”

Bad Feeling

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: You wake up one morning feeling great and realizing this is the best morning that you and the boys have had in awhile, until its all ripped away. You should know if its too good to be true, it probably is.

This is my absolute first fan fic ever. I have never done this before. This story was actually going to be a request that I was going to send to my all time favorite writer, but I ended up having so many ideas that I would literally be sending her a story just to reblog. So somehow I got up the courage to write it myself. I’m crazy nervous about this. So if you read this please send me feedback. I can tell you I’ve read it over and over trying to make sure its good, and I’ve realized that this first part is a little slow go, but I promise it’ll pick up. Its pretty long so it will be multiple parts if you guys like it. I also want to thank one-shots-supernatural for helping me through this and inspiring me! Sorry for ranting! Hope you guys like it.

Your POV

I slowly start to open my eyes. After my eyes adjust a little, I realize I’m staring at my nightstand. I feel like I’ve been sleeping forever. I lay there deciding whether or not I want to get up or lay here longer. Surprisingly I feel more rested than usual. I feel like I’ve slept forever and I’m well rested? Whats that about. I’ve never heard that come out of a hunters mouth.

I let out a groan as I reach for my phone to see what time it is. I’m praying that I didn’t just sleep the day away. From how I’m feeling I’m guessing I did.         7:10 am…..I sighed as I rolled back over. “Thank God.”

I stretch a little as I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I took a quick shower and then threw on my favorite jeans and light blue tank top. I headed down the hall making my way towards the kitchen. I pass by Deans room. His doors still closed, so hes probably still sleeping. Sams door was open and empty, so hes either in the library or out for a morning run.

I make it to the kitchen and notice that Sam is nowhere to be found. He must be out on a run, and Dean must still be sleeping. My mind starts wandering to the thought of how much I would love to be laying next to him right now. Asleep or not, I would love for his arms to be wrapped around me.

I was pulled from my thoughts as my stomach started to growl. That’s weird, I’m not usually hungry right after I get up. I look around and try to figure out what to eat, when it hits me. Deans asleep, Sams out, we have nothing urgent to get to anytime soon. Why not make breakfast for the three of us. Its not everyday that we can enjoy an actual meal that isn’t provided by a diner, fast food stand or a gas station.

So I’m going to go all out, I’m making eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, and pancakes. Why not right. If I’m going to spoil myself and the boys, well then I’m going to do it right. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened up my music. I need something to keep me pumped while I make this feast. I have it loud enough to keep me going but quiet enough so it doesn’t echo down the hall and wake Dean. He should get his sleep while he can. Oh ya, I feel great!

Deans POV

A smell I couldn’t pin point pulled me from my sleep. I look over at the bright red numbers on the alarm clock to see what time it is. 8:00 am. Y/N nor Sam have come to get me, so usually I would just roll over and go back to sleep. But this smell was pulling me from my bed. I cant go back to sleep, it smells delicious, now I’m hungry.

I start making my way to the kitchen when it hits me. That smell. It smells like home. I would wake up to this every so often as a kid. Mom didn’t always make breakfast, but when she did, this is exactly what happened. I could never go back to sleep. It always got me out of bed in the morning.

I turned the corner to peer into the kitchen. I let out a breath as I took in the scene before me. There she was. The most beautiful women I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Her beautiful Y/H/C hair lay wavy over her shoulders and shes wearing that light blue tank top. God I love that top on her. It brings out her gorgeous Y/E/C eyes. The ones I always seem to get lost in. How does she do that?

I don’t know how long I was standing there, but it must have been long enough that she felt me staring, or at least sensed someone in the room. She turned her head to look right at me. There, that smile, just like her eyes, her smile makes me melt. Oh who am I kidding, everything about her ups my heart rate. Whats wrong with you Dean Winchester! This isn’t you.

“Hey Dean. Morning!”

“Hey….Morning” I was admiring her so much I didn’t even hear her music.  “Whats all this for?” I look at the counter and see a stack of pancakes next to a plate of bacon and sausages. A pan of eggs off to the side. Shes taking the final pancakes off the griddle. Were we expecting company?

“I just figured we don’t have a case lined up yet, I just had the best sleep in what feels like forever, and I just thought to myself….why not celebrate? Hopefully its as good as it looks because I don’t remember the last time I cooked a meal.” She shot me a sympathetic look in case the years without practice have indeed shown themselves.

Your POV

Dean then shot me that breath taking smile. “I’m sure it’ll be great” Oh God that smile. I don’t know how my legs can keep me in the standing position, they must be stronger than I give them credit for.

As Dean and I start to grab some food, we hear the bunker door open followed by footsteps. Sam stopped as he saw us pilling food on our plates.

“Hey…..whats going on?” Sam said with a light chuckle

“We’re celebrating!” Dean answered with a grin and a piece of bacon sticking out of his mouth. I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

“What are we celebrating?” Sam asked with slight confusion thinking he might of forgot something.

“The couple hours of normalcy that we’ve had this morning. Now grab a plate before something decides to ruin it.” I urge him hoping we haven’t already jinxed it. Without a second thought Sam grabs a plate. 

The three of us sat there, eating and chatting like we had somehow just gave up the hunting life for a normal one. I haven’t seen Sam and Dean laugh or smile this much in awhile. I was in tears a couple times from laughing so hard.

My stomach dropped when I heard Deans phone ring. Paradise had just been ripped from me with one simple sound. The boys looked a slight disappointed too. At least I wasn’t alone.

Dean reached across the table and grabbed his phone. He looked confused as he stared at the screen. Sam and I glanced at each other then back at Dean wondering who it could be.

Still confused, Dean answers “Hello?” There was a slight pause and then Dean spoke again. “Okay,what do you need help with?” This pause seemed to last awhile. You could slightly hear the muffled voice on the other end. Sounded male.

“Seriously? How did that happen? Did you just hand him your keys?” Dean shakes his head. “okay, okay. Where are you?” Dean chuckled. He reaches across the table for a pen and pad of paper. He starts to write something then stops. “Wait…..Hey, Garth….Your cutting out man. Where are you?” Dean goes back to writing. When hes finished he drops the pen on the table. “Alright, I’ll be there soon.” Dean hangs up.

I started to feel a little worried. “Is Garth okay?”

Dean looks at me with a ‘you’ll never believe this’ look.                                      “He was after a demon, and just about to gank him when somehow he got loose and then he stole his car. So now Garth is stranded, he needs me to go get him.” 

Sam and I had no idea what to say to that. We looked at each other for a second, then back to Dean. He chuckled, probably at our faces. We had to look completely dumbstruck. Somehow I found my voice “When did demons start stealing cars?” Dean looked at me and shook his head. “ I’m guessing he only did it so Garth couldn’t go after him. But other than that I’ve got no clue.” I just stared at him. Dean turned and headed to his room to change. Even though the situation was funny, I sat there watching Dean walk down the hall, and I couldn’t  shake this bad feeling that started to grow inside me.

I try to brush it off thinking that I just hated how our morning was interrupted. That I was just bummed that our fun had ended. I start grabbing our plates and head back to the kitchen to clean up the food that we hadn’t been able to eat. I think I made a little too much. Sam helped me finish up the dishes and we got all the food put away. Can’t complain about left overs.

“Thanks Sam, but you didn’t have to help me clean up.”

“ Oh come on, your the one who went through all the trouble and hard work to make everything. The least I could do is help put it away.” I let out a light laugh.

“ Well thanks.” I shot him smile and patted him on the arm. He gave me a smile. I turned to walk out of the kitchen, right as Dean turned the corner to enter. He had his duffel in his hand. This man…hes always prepared. I silently chuckle to myself. Hes going to pick Garth up but hes not taking any chances.

“Alright, he doesn’t seem to be too far out so it shouldn’t take me too long.”

“You want me to come with you?” I heard Sam ask from behind me.

“Nah, like I said, I shouldn’t take too long and we don’t plan on going up against anything. It wasn’t even his actual car, it was stolen. So there’s no point in going after it.”

“Alright.” Sam turned and headed to the library to catch up on some research and undoubtedly looking for a case. I looked at the floor as I heard Sam leave the room. I still couldn’t shake this bad feeling. In fact its gotten worse in this short time period. I felt nauseous, really nauseous. Something just isn’t right.

“Hey, you okay?” I heard concern in Deans voice. He must have noticed the nervousness on my face even though I was looking down. Hes just that good.

“Ya I’m fine.” I said a little slowly, and it took me a second to look up, trying to ignore the nausea. I couldn’t fix the way I looked, I just couldn’t, this feeling was just way too overwhelming for me to hide. I wanted to, I didn’t want to worry Dean with a “feeling”

“You don’t look fine.” I sighed and turned away. “Come on Y/N. We hunt ghosts for a living, and yet, I have never seen you look like you’ve actually seen one before. What’s going on?’

“It’s nothing. It’s stupid.” I still couldn’t make eye contact with him. I felt my temperature start to rise. The nausea still there, along with butterflies.

“Y/N, the last time I saw you that pale, you had the flu. I seriously doubt that it’s nothing. Let alone stupid. Come on now, spill.” He took a couple of steps closer to me as he spoke. Maybe hes right, when was the last time I had a bad feeling, let alone this bad. I looked up at him sighing and gulping trying to keep my nausea under control. His face was drenched with concern but he had a slight half grin, probably trying to comfort me.

“I don’t know.” I said looking away again. “I just…I don’t know why, but I just have a really bad feeling about this.” His smiled dropped and he hesitated a little.

“I’m just going to grab Garth and take him back to his motel. This is the most normal and safest thing that any of us have done in a long time. Aside from the breakfast this morning, we’re just a normal nine to five and an animal running around here away from an “Apple Pie” Life.” His voice was soft and comforting. He got a chuckle out of me and I got a grin in return. He was just as confused as I was for why I would have a bad feeling about this.

“I know, and that’s why I said it was stupid. So just don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” I gave him the best smile I could and he reciprocated it.

“Okay.” He paused for a minute and just stared at me. “Well hey, thanks for breakfast. I don’t know how any day can be a bad one starting out that good.” He reached out and grabbed my shoulders. “I’m sure everything will be fine.” Then he pulled me into a hug. I gripped tightly onto the back of his shirt and he pulled me closer and held me tighter.

“Please just be careful.” I said slightly muffled into his chest. He pulled away slightly to look at me.

“Careful’s my middle name Sweetheart.” He replied with a cocky grin.

“I’m serious Dean.” my face was stern, and even though I tried to fight them, my eyes started to get a little blurry with tears. Dean looked at me with a sad face. I didn’t want to make him feel bad. But at this point, with this feeling, I rather feel stupid later than have Dean hurt. Or worse.He pulled me in close and kissed my forehead, lingering for a minute.

“I promise.” He whispered into my forehead. He gripped me tight one last time and then pulled away. Giving me a reassuring grin, he grabbed his bag.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He turned and headed to the garage.

“I hope so.” I said quietly as he shut the door behind him. The feeling still there, even after all of that.

Deans POV

As I turned to walk away from Y/N, my body was screaming at me to turn back around and hold her again. Not only did I want to comfort her, but that was the best couple minutes of my life. I want to tell her how I feel, but I just can’t. This life is just too dangerous, and there are no happy endings.

I threw my duffel in the trunk and then slid into Baby. Before I started her up I took one last look at the door. ‘I hope Y/N is going to be okay, I’ve never seen her that worried before’ I thought. That’s the thing about the three of us, we know how to hide our thoughts and fears pretty well. I know that’s not always a good thing but we do. So the fact that Y/N was that worried over something so small……I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. But hey, I’ll be fine, this is nothing. With that, I started baby up and took off down the road.

I pulled up to an abandoned warehouse. I looked down at the paper with Garth’s address on it. 2580 S Monroe. I looked back up at the sign out front, this is it. I got out of the car and slowly made my way to an entrance with two sets of double doors. This place is starting to look a little sketchy, but Garth did say he was after a demon, so maybe he had him tied up here.

“Garth!” I made my way down a hallway that broke off from the main lobby looking area. Empty boxes, broken chairs and tables, and a lot of other crap scattered everywhere. “No ones used this place in a long time.” I mumbled to myself. Well if Garth was going to tie up a demon, or any other creature for that matter, this would be the place to do it. I pulled out my flashlight as I proceeded. It started to get a little dark in here.

“Garth!” I took a peak into a room to my right. No one. I see a staircase that heads downstairs up ahead. The only place I can go from here. I turn to start heading towards the stairs when I stepped on something. Something slick. I point my flashlight down to my feet. Crimson red. A little pool of blood lays at my feet.

“I should have told you to take a cab Garth.” I moaned as I pulled out my gun. It wasn’t a lot of blood, but it definitely hasn’t been there since this place was abandoned, too fresh. Which means somethings going on. I’m just hoping that it’s not Garth’s. I slowly make my way to the staircase trying to listen for any noises from Garth or anybody……..or anything.

Suddenly, something grabs me from behind and throws me up against the wall. I let out a groan. I dropped my gun and flashlight. Dam. Suddenly a hand comes up to my face and I see a bright blue light and within seconds everything goes black.

Your POV

Deans been gone for a little over two and half hours. I know I’m probably overreacting but shouldn’t he be back by now. This horrible feeling is overwhelming. I’ve been trying to keep busy. I did some laundry, deep cleaned the kitchen, went through the fridge and got rid of expired food. I cleaned the bathrooms, I also straightened up the living room and the library.

Once I finished I joined Sam in the library trying to look for a case for when Dean got back. But I was having so much trouble concentrating. I had to stop reading a couple of times to rub my eyes, sit back in my chair, lay my head down on one or both of my arms on the table. I was trying not to but I was probably annoying Sam. I’ve never felt this overwhelmed in my life. I wanted to scream!

“You know, if your tired, you can go lay down for a bit. Dean or I’ll come get you when we figure out dinner.” I knew I was annoying Sam. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back. Well at least I wasn’t so annoying that he couldn’t smile at me.

“I’m sorry” I sighed

“Why are you sorry? It’s not everyday that we can get extra sleep. Continue to celebrate, go take advantage of it!” He was very enthusiastic. I kept a small smile.

“No, it’s not that. I’m not tired.” He looked at me confused. I propped my elbows up on the table and laid my head in my hands.

“Well then what’s wrong?” I heard the concern in his voice. I sighed and grunted, then I lifted my head. I kept my gaze on my hands, afraid of Sams reaction just like I was with Dean about this ridiculous feeling.

“Sam.” It almost came out as a whine. “I have a really bad feeling about this, and I haven’t been able to shake it all day.” He furrowed his eyebrows. 

“About what? Research?” He looked down at his book, then to his computer, then back to me, even more confused.

“No! Dean.” I groaned and looked back at my hands. I reached up to pinch the bridge of my nose as I closed my eyes.

“Why? Hes only grabbing Garth and then he’ll be coming back. This is the safest thing hes done in a long time.” I could tell he wanted to say more but I cut him off. 

“I know, I know. Dean told me the same thing. Hell, I’ve told myself I don’t know how many times today.” I know I sounded irritated, and I was, but not with Sam. I hope he knows that.

“So you told dean?”

“More like he pulled it out of me. Because I was just as transparent as I am now.” I sighed. “ I’m sorry Sam. I don’t mean to snap, it’s just….I can’t stand this feeling anymore! And no amount of cleaning or research is taking my mind off of it!” I let out a defeated sigh.

“How long have you felt it for?”

“Ever since Dean got that phone call from Garth.” I looked up at him. He gave me a sympathetic look. Thank God, cuz I wouldn’t be able to take it if he was going to start picking on me.

“Have you tried to call or text him at all since hes left?”

“No. I don’t want to bug him with this. It’s stupid.”

“I don’t think it’s possible for you to bug Dean, and this is definitely not stupid. The fact that it’s been bugging you for this long…….We’ve had this life long enough to know when and when not to trust our gut. You’ve had this feeling going on what….almost three plus hours now. I think if it was nothing, it would’ve gone away by now. Especially with all the work you’ve been doing.”

Sam was right. But that’s not good. Because if he was right, and my gut was right, then that just means something bad has or is going to happen. That moment of relief that I had because Sam had my back quickly disappeared at that thought. I looked at Sam for a moment and he gave me a sad grin. Then I reached for my phone. I was just about to hit call when there was a knock at the door. 

I looked back at Sam. I know we shared the same confused look. We both stood and headed toward the bunker door. Sam pushed me behind him and pulled out his gun. That’s one thing that I absolutely loved about Sam and Dean, but it also could annoy me at times. They know I can take care of myself but they still protect me like I’m the freaking president. They’re my family.

Sam slowly opened the door, just enough so we could see who was out there. My heart and stomach dropped. I know I stopped breathing. That bad feeling….just doubled. I didn’t know that was possible. But it happened.

Part 2

Chapter 37

Robin

“Who the fuck is Trey?” Chris asked.

Trey chuckled “relax bruh I’m an old friend.”

I was so freaking confused. Last I heard the police came and said Trey was killed. I swear when it rains it pours. He better go find his psychotic ass girl because I’m tired of her ass.

“Trey explain right now, because your supposed to be dead. You’ve been gone for four years now! On top of that you got the love of your life blaming me for it.” I said annoyed.

“Man what is going on? Who is his ex?” Chris asked confused.

“Chris shut up!” I said even more irritated.

Trey chuckled and let himself in telling me the entire story. To say I was shocked was crazy. I wanted to beat his ass and I also felt bad for him. He said he had no choice but to disappear. Four years ago Trey was involved in this big drug deal that went bad. There was a shoot out and the building they were in exploded in this mystery fire. The fire wasn’t really mystery though, because he knows who started it. Anyways, he was able to get away and when he did he escaped to New York and changed his name to Tristan.

Now that it’s finally safe for him to return he’s here.

What he doesn’t know is that when he left India was nine weeks pregnant. When the police told her Trey died she ended up losing the baby. The reason she blames Ashley and I is because guys we were involved with at the time Kevin and a friend of his set them up. She believed we knew about all this, but truth is we didn’t know a thing. Hence why all of a sudden she wants to torture me.

“Trey you need to find India. She thinks your dead.”

He looked away from me out the window “I can’t. She’ll want nothing to do with me. She won’t understand. I can’t at least not now.”

“Are you kidding me? This bitch is the reason I’m sitting in the hospital. Wait how’d you even know I was here?” I asked confused.

“It was on TMZ I figured I’d come find you. You were always the only one that listened.”

It was true. I was a hot head sometimes, but I was always willing to listen before I made a scene.

“Look we’ll arrange something when I get out of here. I don’t care what you say your going to talk to her.” I said getting agitated.

He was about to open his mouth to speak, but a nurse walked in.

“Visiting hours are now over Ms.Rox. You need your rest. Your husband may stay if you like.” She said before leaving.

Trey left his number and we agreed to meet up once I got better before he left. Man what a day.

“Baby, don’t you think the surprise of Trey will break India down completely?” Chris asked.

I shrugged “it probably will. I just hope it solves all these problems.”

Chris got up to close the door. He got comfortable and jumped back into the bed with me. I cuddled up against him and allowed myself to sleep. I needed sleep and a lot of it.

_______

*Two Weeks Later*

I was home and chilling on the couch. I really didn’t want to leave the house at all. Paparazzi were everywhere stalking my ass. I’ve been really quiet and to myself. Thankfully Chris understood and just left me alone.

In a couple days were going to have India and Trey meet up. When I told Ashley she wanted to kill his ass. It was the funniest shit seeing her wild out. She was acting so crazy her breast started lactating.

My phone rang and Chris’s face flashed across the screen.

“Hey baby” I said smiling.

“Wassup, you miss me?” he asked.

I couldn’t lie. I’d missed him in every way. I should’ve never just shut him out like that.

“I do. I’m sorry baby, but I’ve just been depressed. I can’t even get the mail without my picture being taken.”

He chuckled “it’ll get better soon. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes though, I wanna hold you.”

I blushed “Chris!”

He chuckled “you have to stop being shy beautiful seriously.”

“I can’t help it” I whined.

“It’s aight baby. I’ll see you in a few though” he said laughing before we hung up.

I got up and decided to get a shower. Maybe I’d even try to go out. I haven’t been to my store in two weeks. I mean even though I can run things from home it’s still good to go there.

I climbed into the shower and scrubbed my body with a scrubby before washing my hair. I made sure to use the Coconut Milk that Chris loved so much. I put my head under the shower to wash the shampoo out and I felt Chris put his hands on my waist and kiss my neck.

“You always have a way of surprising me you know.” I said smirking.

He chuckled “you like my surprises though.”

I opened my eyes and switched places with him so he could get under the shower. His skin was so hot from him dancing at rehearsals. I grabbed the scrubby and soaped his body up and let him wash off. I haven’t been this intimate with Chris since before I went to the hospital. He’s been really good to me these past two weeks. I’m glad I chose him. Once again he’s perfect and I can’t help but fall more in love with this man.

“What you thinking about baby?” He asked kissing my forehead before turning off the water so we could dry off.

“You and how amazing you always are to me.” I said pecking his soft plump pink lips.

“Well you know all a brother does is try” he said popping his imaginary collar.

I laughed and shook my head. I’m going to do something special for him. He deserves it one hundred percent. I’m done living scared. I’m going to be happy regardless and I’m going to start by treating my man.

Ashley

I was in Sincerely’s baby room putting her down for her nap when my phone rang. I quickly ran to it and it was a text from Robin.

Robin- Hey bitch, I need help planning a special night for Chris.

Me- Make him dinner and role play girl. He’ll love that shit. Be careful though I might end up with a niece or nephew.

Robin- Omg can you imagine me being pregnant? Girl no way lol. Besides I don’t think Chris is ready for that.

Me- Girl please he’s ready for whatever your ready for. Anyways I’ll come over tomorrow to help you get everything set up.

Robin- Okay and bring my baby.

I put my phone down and headed to the kitchen to find Mikey. Truth be told I was still upset about his whole India thing. When I saw her ass trust it was on sight.

“Baby where are you?”

“On the couch Ash” Mikey called out.

I made my way there and climbed on top of him kissing his lips. He squeezed my waist and I giggled into the kiss.

“Damn how much longer until I can get back in my shit?” he asked.

“Four baby, but that doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”

He smirked and flipped us over so that he was now on top of me. Shit this is how I got pregnant in the first place. He lifted up my t-shirt dress and rubbed my thighs making me shiver from his touch. He pressed his middle into me letting me know the effect I had on him.

“Baby I-” I started but he silenced me with a kiss.

I’ve been so sensitive about him touching me before I got back in shape, but Michael has this way of making that seem like it doesn’t even matter. He moved my underwear to the side and rubbed his thumb up and down my clit repeatedly. I gasped and bit my bottom lip. I was already dripping wet and he hadn’t done much to me yet.

“Michael” I whispered.

We we’re interrupted by the doorbell ringing and I huffed. Mikey climbed off of me and headed to the bathroom while I answered he door. When I opened the door India was standing there. I started laughing. You had to be kidding me I was right in the middle of achieving my first orgasm since I gave birth and this bitch rings my doorbell.

“Bitch what do you want? I’m busy tryna make my man cum. I know you can’t relate since you don’t have one so make it snappy before I snap you.” I said agitated.

Ty came out “baby hurry up man, who the fuck is that!”

She looked at him like a lost puppy and I smirked “I’m coming baby, but we have a visitor.”

Ty walked behind and held my waist tight. I was still real sensitive to his touch so I grunted and he chuckled.

“What the fuck you want India?” He asked annoyed.

“I came to let Ashley know that she better tell her best friend not to set me up on Friday. I can and will crush you guys like roaches fuck with me.”

I couldn’t do it anymore so I lunged at the bitch full force and started snuffing her shit crazy. She fell back and I was on top of her banging her head on the concrete and she was screaming. She was able to get two hits in, but I was too fast and had her trapped. Ty grabbed me off of her and held me down.

“Yo relax yourself Mayweather your going to kill the hoe” he said laughing.

She was groaning and spitting out blood “watch your back bitch!”

She was struggling to get up “bitch you come for me and I’ll fuck you up again believe that.

I walked away from her leaving her there. I heard her trying to tell Mikey to come back to her. He shut that shit down quick though. He knew better, I’ll beat his ass too. A couple moments later he came into kitchen and laughed.

“You know Mayweather you have got to relax. Now that girl face look like Freddy scratched it off and shit.”

I giggled “I’m sorry she just deserved it.”

He picked me up and placed me on the counter “never mind that where were we?”

I smirked “you where about to make me cum.”

“Oh yeah” he said before kissing my lips and biting them.

I’ll finish with India when I see her ass Friday.

Chris

*The Next Day*

Robin and Ashley kicked me out the house today. I wonder what she’s up too. I just drove over to Ty’s crib he said he had some shit to tell me. I’m all for the ratchet shit so I was flying over there. I pulled up and let me myself inside.

“Yo nigga!” I yelled out.

He came downstairs with King following “yo wouldn’t guess who showed up here yesterday!”

I was confused “who nigga?”

“Man India came through and Ashley almost killed her ass.”

I started laughing uncontrollably as we took a seat in the living room. Shorty had it coming though because Ashley said it was on sight.

“She tried to holla?”

Ty gave me that my nigga look I was so dead “nigga she gonna be like oh Ty call me after Ashley done took her damn face off. I swear these hoes are crazy as hell.”

“Man Robin kicked me out told me not to come back until 6 so a nigga got and hour.”

He chuckled “you love that girl huh? The old Chris would’ve put her ass out after that reveal. I’m guess you knew all this already.”

I clenched my jaw thinking about the situation at hand “man the story isn’t even like that.”

I spent time explaining the real deal to Ty. It felt good to talk to somebody about this entire situation. I’ve been really been holding a lot in and it’s driving me crazy. When I was done Ty looked like he was in shock.

“Damn she had it rough. I’m surprised she let you in so much. She must really trust that she’s safe with you.” He said.

I nodded “yeah man and I’m really happy about it. We’ve come a long way man.”

I glanced at my watch and realized it was 5:40. I decided to just head out.

“Man let me go see what this girl did to my house. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

We dappled each other up “aight man.”

I hopped in the whip and made my way back home to see my baby.

______

I walked into the house and it was quiet “Robin Hood?”

I walked into the kitchen, and she was dressed or should I say dressed down in barely anything.

“Hungry?” she asked seductively.

Oh god what have I gotten myself into?

So this may be from sleep deprivedness from all the sewing I have been doing these last several days, but I really wondered if in maybe some other universe that Marinette would get so angry at Gabriel for how he treats Adrien.

Like they all go over to Adriens house for some reason or another Marinette, Alya, and Nino. And they are staying pretty quiet and keeping to themselves. Not doing anything wrong or out of the ordinary for kids. At some point Gabriel has made it home and discovers the four kids. He of course isn’t very pleased with this out come. Especially since he was never told about the get together. Can’t have his son getting out of line right?

So he moves to disrupt their little play time. Now the three kids in question to this creature Adrien call father are typically pretty timid and the most you get is Nino trying to object once again. But they are told they need to leave. Something in the way Adrien reacts to this makes Marinette stop and look Gabriel in the face and stand up to him.

Points out to him that she had admired him as a fashion designer and looked up to him. And seeing how he has treated his son she has lost that respect for the man. Of course he doesn’t take her lightly with her display of mannerisms. Even threw it back at her that she is just a child herself. And children can be seen but not be heard. Those are fighting words right there for Marinette. So she challenges him. Gabriel scoffs at first stating that he wouldn’t compete against a child that doesn’t even know how to hold their tongue. But he is still standing their arguing with her. Losing his cool the longer they go at it. He is competitive, this is why he was a top designer. A mere child shouldn’t be able to beat him at his own game. So when she calls him out as being afraid of loosing to a child, he snaps and decides to humor her.

So they make a deal, if he wins she has to withdraw herself from wanting to be a designer. To take his competition out before they even gain enough ground to stand on two feet. He knows she’s talented but doesn’t address it at the slightest. But what she says catches him off guard cause he expects her to run away or be selfish in what she could even dream to win in this competition. She says she wants him to let his son do what makes him happy. That it is unfair for him to be held to standards that even most adults can’t even live up to. And to spend actual time with him instead of sending Natalie out to take care of everything for him. He agrees.

Gabriel goes as far as saying he will set the venue up for the show off. While she proposes the age group for the show should be for the ages 15-25 to give it a decent diversity. They agree together on this. One of the last things he says is that she can’t use Adrien to aid in her side of the competition. She agrees once more.

When the two finally back off from each other it’s Gabriel who leaves the small group. Adrien the whole time seeing this mess unravel before him is being held back by a slightly smug Alya. He points out to Marinette as he speaks in hushed tones to Alya. ‘She’s out of her mind! Why didn’t you let me try and stop this mess?’ The look Alya gives him makes his whole mind go blank. He knew that look when he saw it. it was the ‘Trust me on this’. What really catches him off guard is her comment about the little fight. “If I didn’t know that you were related to that man I would have stated that was one heck of a fight between father and daughter.”

Time is set about a month ahead. And no matter what Adrien does he can’t convince Marinette to not go through with this. Both in civilian form and as Chat Noir. But she persists. She convinces the whole class to help her by being her models. Her and Chloe strike a deal together even. The blonde never liked how sad Adrien always looked because of his father in the first place.

She keeps her designs quiet as she works on them. The only time she brings it up is when she has to get sizing or fittings done. No one in class has ever seen her this hellbent on something.

When the time comes for the show Marinette and Gabriel meet before hand. To be good sports about it basically. He goes first with his professional models, and professionally made clothes. He even threw his son into the mix making him model his clothes. There is dread in Adrien’s heart when the first part of the show is over and they are taking a break. He quietly checks on Marinette expecting her to be scared or nervous. But instead he finds a calm and smiling Marinette. This makes him really curious as he pulls away. When the show comes back to the second half, he is floored when he takes in her designs. The first one out on the cat walk is Chloe. The theme she had gone with…Stars and winter. the movements of the clothing catches the lighting and makes the crowd really murmur to themselves. Adrien can see his father from where he was at. The older man not pleased in the slightest that something like this was pulled off by a child non the less. The clothing ranged from casual to formal like most shows do. Not a single student looked like they had never done this before. They had help with this.

When the show is finished it is made to be believed that Gabriel was featuring a rising fashion designer instead of determining a winner. He lets her take it but learns his lesson this time around. Never underestimate another again.

Adrien goes to congratulate Marinette on a great job done. Only to be presented with something from her collection. something that wasn’t seen being worn. She tells him that it isn’t fair that he got to miss out on all the actual fun, so she made him that to fit in. For once she isn’t stumbling over her words or sounding awkward around him. For once hes actually looking at Marinette as more then just a classmate.

——–

Late night sewing mixed with random ideas and alcohol. That is what happened here. Just only I was able to go further into detail. There are times I wish I could write decently well to pull off actual fan fiction….then I also remember that I have a bad habit of starting certain things and not finishing them.