#Dakota thought he was being sweet when he first said it to him

[moominpopzz]

ANYWAYS Deadwood to me’s literally just one of those creepy ass old southern hunting towns… so here’s some things I think Wiwi Wisp does based offa that

• William Wisp knows about 4 ways to skin a deer and even more how to gut one

• He saw the shotgun in s2 and all those days when they were younger and David would take him out and shoot cans and bottles to pass time came flying back to him like it was trying to attack him, THATS truly how he knows how to use that thing

•He sees lone crying children and while trying to calm them down to find out what’s wrong calls them Sugar and Darlin and Dear and Bubba

•William Wisp who says only Ma or Mama and who probably called his dad daddy til he was like 14

•He refuses to talk when he gets too mad because his accent starts slipping out and it embarrasses him

•He has a secret country playlist buried with all his other music [It has a fake out title so if anyone sees it they don’t think ab it]

•He DEFINITELY passive aggressively says “God bless you” when he’s pissed at people

•He constantly slips up and says little country sayings that he then has to explain to the others

•He only drinks tea that’s so sweet it almost made Vyncent throw up at one point.

•He says hes “Sick as a dog” when not feeling good [<- edit add on]

[foliosriot]

You’d Be Better Off On Your Own — Pt. 1

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x reader

warnings: talk of cheating (being cheated on). brief mentions of physical abuse and verbal abuse. overall just being in an abusive and toxic relationship. based on Dakota by Between You & Me.

a/n: and please for the love of god i hope you know the bf referred to is NOT dakota sammons aka kooter of i see stars i seriously did not make the connection until it was too late and it’s literally just the title of the song okok anyways enjoy

masterlist. part 2.

It happened.

You can not believe you let it happen in the first place. After so many incidents and so many apologies you thought you would be able to finally let it go once and for all.

But you know you’re just a punching bag, incapable of fighting back.

Long story short you caught Dakota cheating. Again. You think it may have been the same girl, but you aren’t completely certain. Before you were able to question your boyfriend about those highly inappropriate text messages when you saw them flash on his phone’s home screen, he was already shouting at you. He said such awful, nasty things that had tears gathering in your eyes. He had simply scoffed at the sight of you crying, then left your apartment.

You can only imagine where he stormed off to.

And you, not wanting to be alone with your thoughts for the rest of the night, called the one person who would drop whatever they were doing to come to your aid: your best friend since childhood, Nick.

Nick hadn’t hesitated to rush over to your place after you called him crying. If you remember correctly, you had only gotten a few words out before he was saying he’d be right over.

“N-Nicky. I-I need—“

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m on my way.”

He was walking through the front door not even five minutes later.

As soon as he entered your bedroom Nick was hurrying over to you where you were huddled into a ball on your bed. You had the covers pulled up over you, so you couldn’t see him, you only felt the mattress dip. Through the layers of blankets covering you, there was a light weight settling on your body. You instantly knew it was Nick’s hand.

After a few minutes of crying under your blankets and silently relishing in the faint feeling of Nick’s hand resting on you, you finally unraveled yourself from the ball you had contorted into. You push back the covers to see Nick looking at you worriedly. But the sight of him is a massive relief.

“Hey,” he says softly.

You sniffle. “Hi,” you say back in a broken voice.

You finally sit up and, tugging the blankets tightly around your body, shift to sit right beside Nick, who has his back pressed against the wall. Your head settles on his shoulder and you release one of your shaking hands to grab at his. He threads your fingers together wordlessly, his warm skin comforting.

Neither one of you speak. Nick knows you just need a shoulder to cry on at the moment, and you will be eternally thankful for him. He is always there for you whenever Dakota fucks with you and your relationship.

Nick is one of — if not the — best things that have ever happened to you. He has been one of the only constants in your life for as long as you can remember, and vice versa. The two of you have been inseparable for years. And then adding the rest of Bad Omens into the mix made your overall relationship strengthen and grow.

But no one was prepared for the hellish whirlwind that was Dakota, especially you. Dakota was sweet and charming and always made you laugh. During your high school years, on the days Nick wasn’t able to come and pick you up after school got out, Dakota was right there to give you a ride home (or to Nick’s house). He felt like a safety net you could fall back on whenever you needed it.

And after weeks and weeks of spending time with Dakota and really getting to know him, you had happily said yes when he asked you out.

It was no secret that Dakota didn’t like Nick or your friendship with him. He had been extremely vocal about his distaste regarding it more times than you can count, just in the first month of dating. Nick didn’t like Dakota either, but he was never actively aggressive or downright rude about it. He would rather you be happy than put either relationship of yours at risk, even when he knew Dakota has never deserved you.

Your relationship with Dakota deteriorated as the years went by. He became more and more hostile towards you and your friends, and you were subjected to his ill temper and red hot anger. You were hiding evidence of physical abuse nearly every week. Crying yourself to sleep almost every night. You hated how Dakota was making you feel, but you were scared of what would happen if you ever broke up with him. So you stayed with him, because you never wanted to find out what he was really capable of.

Nick was more than aware of what Dakota was doing to you. You never verbally told him; all he had to do was connect the dots between your constant fights with your boyfriend, how often you called him because you needed someone to talk to, and how you reacted to certain gestures he made.

Nick has always been observant. There was no need to even say anything about Dakota because he already knew. You know he would never tell you “I told you so”.

However, that hasn’t stopped him from warning you time and time again, hoping to steer your brain and heart away from Dakota and his toxicity. It nearly worked when you first caught Dakota cheating on you.

And you will forever beat yourself up over how suave and pitiful Dakota had been when he was apologizing. Saying how “she never meant anything to me”, “it was a stupid mistake”, “I love you”. You will never forgive yourself for accepting his half-assed apology and taking him back.

Taking him back time and time again.

As you remain huddled against Nick, those wretched memories keep spiraling through your head. You can feel the telltale burn of tears stinging at your eyes as you continue sitting in silence.

You squeeze your eyes shut until a fuzzy spattering of stars takes up your vision. Then you’re sitting up quicker than you had anticipated, thus becoming dizzy and attempting to blink away the sudden nausea.

Nick is watching you. You can feel his gaze boring into the side of your head as you manage to clear your eyes. With a hesitant look to the left, you see Nick is, indeed, watching you. His eyebrows are knit together with worry, his forehead creased with the strain.

“Sorry,” you mumble, reaching up to swipe at your nose. “I know I’m probably overreacting.”

“You’re not overreacting at all,” Nick tells you. A new wave of tears is now inching down your face at the softness of Nick’s voice. “You shouldn’t have to put up with this.”

You don’t bother to reply. You cry quietly, trying to feel any ounce of comfort in Nick’s presence. But it isn’t working anymore, because all you can think about is Dakota. How shitty Dakota is and how badly you want to leave him. But you can’t leave Dakota, you can’t! You know he loves you, you know he cherishes the time you’ve been together and all of the things you’ve experienced as a couple. He’s good. Dakota is good to you. You’ve just lost sight of that a bit.

“Your boyfriend fucking sucks, by the way.”

Nick’s sudden comment throws you off. You blink away a few tears as you look over at him, your mouth hanging open a fraction.

"What?" you ask dumbly.

“Dakota? Your boyfriend? He fucking sucks.”

“I-I don’t get it.”

Nick rolls his eyes, scooting closer to you from his position on the bed. He turns his gaze towards you, and his pale irises go from glowing with a spark of hate to something much lighter. His knees are right up against yours as he sticks his arm out in a silent way of asking you to take his hand. You hesitate, but then you're sliding your fingers between his until your palms are flush.

“I’ve lost count for just how many times he’s made you cry,” Nick says, his voice soft. “Your partner shouldn’t be the reason you cry, honeybee.”

Your breath hitches at the nickname. Nick hasn’t called you that in a quite a long time; a part of you thinks it’s because of Dakota. You’re shaking like a leaf as you continue listening to your best friend.

“I know I’ve said this before, but Dakota is fucking awful to you.” You nearly cringe at the pity that is heavily evident in his words. “He doesn’t deserve you. He never has. And I think it may finally be time to leave him. Be done with his yelling and anger and all the lies and cheating. He’s hurting you so fucking bad.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “I can’t,” you whisper. “I can’t leave him, Nick.”

“Why not?” he asks. His thumb is lightly stroking your skin, a calming gesture in this moment of frustration.

“I—“ A weak sob escapes your throat. You force yourself to look back at Nick, and it pains you to see the sympathy mixed with fury swirling in his eyes. “I just can’t.”

“Yes, you can. If you’re afraid of how he’ll react or whatever, I am more than willing to be in the room. Or I can be a room away, or the guys and I can be in the vicinity if that would make you feel safer.”

Nick pauses. He scoots closer until there is only a few inches of space separating you.

“I can’t stand how Dakota treats you, honeybee,” Nick tells you in a near whisper. “He’s an asshole who doesn’t get to treat you like shit. You’re better off on your own.”

His words run a spike through your chest. But you know he’s right: you don’t deserve to be treated like shit by your own boyfriend. As much as you believe there’s still some semblance of good somewhere inside of Dakota, you know you shouldn’t have to sit around and wait for it. You deserve better.

You sniffle a couple times then wipe at your nose with your free hand. You meet Nick’s eyes, and you no longer see that tainted hatred; instead, you see a glimmering abundance of love and adoration reflected back at you.

And as you continue to just stare at Nick, your eyes darting all over his facial features — from the stubble that is growing along his jaw, to the few long strands of hair that are dangling in front of his face, even to his barely visible earlobes that are vacant of plugs — your heart seizes for a moment. You think you just be imagining the rosy tint to his cheeks or the apparent nervousness of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. But there is something in the way he’s looking at you. Something that drives that stake deeper and deeper into your soul.

You’re not sure what compels you to say it, but you hear yourself mumble an “Okay.”

At first you aren’t completely certain as to why you’re even saying it. But you need Nick to know what you’re thinking.

“I can’t stay with Dakota.” Your voice breaks at your boyfriend’s name. You swallow thickly. “I don’t want to stay with him anymore, Nicky.”

Nick gingerly cradles your face with his free hand. His touch is cool and soothing on your warm skin, and you can’t help but lean into it. You feel his breath on your chin when he speaks.

“Okay. Do you think you could do it by yourself?” he asks cautiously.

You shake your head. “No. Need you with me,” you say. “Please don’t let him hurt me.”

“I won’t. I’ll never let him hurt you again, honeybee.” Nick presses your foreheads together. “As long as I’m around no one will hurt you ever again, I promise.”

thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

a/n: let me know if you want a part 2!!

[leechiourdes]

Ticciwork headcanons because I adore them together (also; rant about Clockwork after the hcs)

Since its pretty hard for them to go out on "normal" dates (because of the whole...serial killer thing) their ideal date is going out on little trips through the Forest. They'll set up picnics by lakes, stargaze during the earliest of mornings or the latest of nights, sit together by rivers and watch the water rush by, simple little things like that. Of course, they'll also have the occasional going out to kill an innocent family of five "dates" together.

Clockwork still draws for fun, and she always shows her drawings to Toby. When they first started dating, she was pretty scared of showing them to him (considering how she lost her last boyfriend) but Toby loved them. Seeing how he's also well acquainted with blood, guts, gore, and the smell of rotting flesh, Nat's gore art isn't repulsive or shocking to him.

They aren't too big on pda. Toby's got ADHD and all the sensory issues that come with it, so he doesn't really like being touched in any way. Nat doesn't like being touched because it reminds her of her brother. Instead, they give copious amounts of sweet talk to one another, get each other nice gifts, help each other out when they're having trouble with something, and comfort each other if they're feeling sad or scared.

They don't usually sleep in the same bed, but occasionally will, especially if either of them are going through an episode.

They like to watch movies at home. They will fr kick everyone else out of the Mansion's living room so they can be alone and watch their Adam Sandler movies together

If they were to ever have a child together, they would probably name the kid Quincy because they're both terrible at naming things. (If not Quincy, then Ulysses, Dakota or Morgan)

Before they were dating, it was Toby who caught feelings for Nat first. He thought she was really cool, but that she was way out of his league and wouldn't even think about doing so much as holding his hand. He would endlessly talk about his crush on her to EJ, since he knew that he was the only one who would keep it a secret.

It got so bad EJ eventually said "Just tell her how you feel and be yourself." Toby was so inspired by these words he went up to Nat and said "Hey girl, your ass makes me forget about my dead family." Suffice to say, Nat fell in love instantly.

I really don't like how the fandom portrays Clockwork. I see her being depicted as this stone-cold, tough as nails, ass-kicking, emotionless girlboss who either hates a person or tolerates them, no inbetween. I don't like that characterization at all. Seeing as she was or is canonically dating Toby, and Toby's general personality is pretty much agreed to be "angsty, really odd pyromaniac-adjacent guy who probably watched Spiderverse once and it became his whole personality for like a week," I feel like Natalie should be like, more similar to him, you know?? Like, I feel with the type of person Toby is, he wouldn't like dating someone like the current fanon Clockwork. She seems like the type of be a sarcastic, easygoing person who loves watching those documentaries about how popular bands broke up late at night, not as cold and distant as people portray her as. Idk, that's just me, but I get really frustrated when I see her characterized like this. I NEED her to loosen up! I NEED her to stop being such a hardass! I NEED the fandom's characterization of her to CHANGE!!

[fearfully-fiction]

Ashmore Estates pt.2- Alex Schroeder x Reader

word count:2219

warnings: fear of heights, our sweet and understanding Alex, maybe some language

summary: based on season 4 episode 6 of DF. so all credit goes to the crew, the show, and the channel/network. the group tackles the newest hurdle and challenge. Rock climbing in an old abandoned silo, but is it really your forte?

so, you guys! I'm back. I know it's been ages and I'm so so so sorry. I've been doing school. and I suddenly made the decision to drop out after some major life events took place last week. I know it's probably annoying but If you could pray for me or just even send kind thoughts it would really give me hope and it's more than more appreciated.

I love you to the moon and to Saturn!

-M.G

(not my gif!)

“I’m gonna flip out,” you thought to yourself. Tanner noticed your unease and gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze and sent you a reassuring smile. You smiled back gratefully. 

You exited the RV and immediately you looked up to see how tall it was. You held Alex’s hand, “you guys ready to climb?” he asked and looked back at you all. He gave your hand a squeeze and pulled it up to place a kiss on the back of it. 

“That is so tall, I cannot climb that high,” Dakota said as you walked closer to the building. “No, you’re gonna do great,” Alex told him and you shook your head. “I’m gonna freak out,” you said quietly. “You’ll be ok babe, I promise,” Alex had heard you and pulled you closer to place his arm around your shoulders. He kissed your head once you had stepped into the building. 

The whole group could tell that you were nervous and they all worried that you might get scared up there. When Alex let go of your hand Chelsea was quick to grab it and you smiled gratefully at her. “Thank you,” you mumbled and she just smiled at you. “You’ll do just fine, (y/n/n),” Dakota said and gave you a side hug. You sighed in relief at the thought of your friends being there with you. It was nice to have a support system in times like these when you really needed them.

 

Yeah, you climbed to the top of the giant mailbox, but this felt different. You were relying on your strength to get you to the top of a giant concrete wall. Where you could easily lose your footing and fall, whereas there were guard rails and stairs on the former. 

You all got geared up, and ready to climb the wall, but your nerves began to build up even more at the thought of being so high up. Your heart started racing faster and your stomach began to turn. 

You all chalked up your hands and were ready to climb the wall. Were you physically prepared and safe yes, but in your mind, you thought of all the things that could go wrong. You were very out of it, you couldn’t focus and that was making it all worse. 

You walked into the silo and looked up. To put it simply, you were screwed. 

“Woah!” Chelsea was in awe of how high it went. “Oh, damn. Look at this,” Tanner said as he looked around him. You backed up and ended up hitting Tanner’s chest instead of a wall. “Shit, I’m sorry,” you said and moved away from him. “Hey, no you’re fine. Are you ok?” he asked as he took in the expression on your face. You looked scared and it worried him. “Yeah, yeah. I’m totally ok,” you told him, and just as he was about to say something Alex spoke up. 

“Now you guys already know the rules. Whoever makes it the highest is going to be very happy for solos tomorrow. Dakota, Chelsea. You guys wanna go first?” he asked and looked at them expectantly. “Let’s do it,” Chelsea said. “Game on,” Dakota directed at his sister and she said the same thing right back. 

They got all hooked up and were ready to go. “Here we go,” Chelsea said as she prepared to climb as high as she could. “No matter how much we hate each other at the end of this, we’re still family,” Dakota turned and pointed at his sister as he spoke. Despite his comment that would usually make you laugh all you could think of was having to climb up there. 

“Alright, you guys ready?” Alex asked. “Let’s do it,” Dakota said. 

“3,2,1, Climb,” Alex gave them a countdown. 

You watched as they both began their ascension of the wall. 

“Let’s go,” Tanner encouraged them, and you immediately reached for Alex’s hand. He looked over at you and his gaze softened at the fear on your face. He could feel how scared you were by the shaking of your hand in his. He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you. Your back was to his chest as he rested his head on your shoulder. “You’re ok, nothing is gonna go wrong I promise you. It’ll be over before you know it, and you won’t have to do it again alright?” he said softly so that only you could hear him. You slowly nodded your head as your eyes stared above you. You held his arms tighter around you. “I need you to answer me ok, talk to me,” he said and you let out a shaky sigh. “I don’t think I can do it,” you said and shut your eyes tightly. 

“This is actually not easy,” you heard Chelsea say and you shook your head. “Al, I don’t wanna do this anymore,” you told him fearfully. “Are you sure you don’t wanna try?” he asked just to make sure because he knew how competitive you were and you might regret it later that you never even tried. 

“I’m sure, I don’t think I can do it right now,” you breathed out nervously. “That’s ok babe, you don’t have to do it,” he told you and held you tighter. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “Don’t be sorry, it’s completely ok sweetheart,” he said and kissed your head softly. You let out a huge sigh of relief and relaxed against him a bit. 

“Oh my god, my arms are already losing strength,” you heard Dakota complain and you giggled a bit. You kept silent as you watched your friends climb higher. 

“Dakota,” Chelsea spoke to her brother. “What?” He called. “I’m scared,” Chelsea admitted with a nervous chuckle. “I’m scared too,” He retorted. A small smile took its place on your face during the interaction. 

“I see some wiggling arms are you getting tired?” Alex asked. You heard Dakota curse as he tried to hold on. “Ok, I’m actually at my strength capacity, I think,” Chelsea said and you squeezed Alex’s arms tighter. “She’s fine babe,” he said and hugged you tighter for a second. 

“Ok, I’m calling it,” She announced and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Keep going dude, you’re almost halfway there,” She encouraged Dakota. 

“You got this Dak,” Alex tried to motivate his friend. “I don’t know if I can go any higher,” Dakota said and made the ultimate decision to make his way back to the ground. 

When his feet touched the ground you smiled. “I beat you,” he said to Chelsea and you chuckled. Alex let you go in order to get ready for his turn. “You guys are up next,” Chelsea stated. “Let’s do it,” Tanner said and got to his spot. Dakota, Tanner, and Chelsea looked at you when you stayed in your spot. “Aren’t you coming?” Tanner asked and you gingerly shook your head. “No, I um- I just- I-” Alex spoke up to get you out of having to explain. “She doesn’t want to and that’s fine, she doesn’t have to,” he told them and you smiled thankfully at him. 

“Yeah of course, no, that’s fine,” Dakota said and went to stand next to you. He tossed his arm across your shoulders and squeezed you reassuringly. You smiled up at him. “No worries, (y/n), it’s no big deal,” Chelsea said and stood on the other side of you. You leaned your head on her shoulder. “Root for me guys, I’m counting on you,” Tanner said and smiled at you. You chuckled and shook your head at his antics. 

“Who do you think’s gonna win?” Alex asked. Chelsea and Dakota looked at each other. ‘Tanner, for sure,” Chelsea said and Dakota agreed playfully. “Screw you guys,” Alex said and you smiled over at him hoping to encourage him. “I believe in you babe,” you said and shot a thumbs up his way. “At least someone is rooting for me,” He said and everyone chuckled. 

“Climbers, are you ready?” Dakota asked “Yeah,” Tanner confirmed. “Ready,” Alex spoke up. 

“In 5- Go! Go!” His raised voice made you flinch a bit. Immediately they started up the wall and your hand reached out for Chelsea’s. 

“Oh, man,” you already heard Alex sigh. “Slow and steady wins the race,” Dakota advised teasingly. “Tanner’s really high up there already,” Alex said and you looked over at him to see that he was in fact very high up. “Tanner, how do you do that?” Alex questioned. “Tanner!” Dakota exclaimed. “He looks like Spider-Man,” Chelsea compared and you chuckled. “Be careful guys,” you called out. 

“They’re making us look so weak,” Dakota complained to Chelsea and you giggled. “Well, I think you guys did great,” You said. “At least you did it,” you said softly. 

You smiled softly at them and they both gave you a side hug. 

“I don’t think I can make it,” Alex spoke up. “You can do it Al!” you tried to keep his spirits up. “Keep going Al, you got this!” Chelsea shouted after you. “Damn, Tanner’s gonna make it to the top,” Dakota said. 

Just as he said it Tanner called down. “I did it!” you chuckled and shook your head. 

They both came down and you all congratulated Tanner on his victory. You walked over to Alex and wrapped your arms around him. “You did great bub,” you said and smiled up at him. “Thanks, babe,” he said and leaned down to kiss you softly. 

Alex walked over and gave Tanner a high-five. “You won,” He said. “You did, fair and square,” Chelsea said and you nodded in agreement. “Alright, no more fun and games. Let’s go read this packet,” Alex announced as you all headed out. 

“This was fun. But my forearms are on fire right now,” Tanner said and you chuckled. “Oh, yeah,” Alex agreed and you wrapped your arm around his. Placing a kiss on his shoulder while you walked. 

As you walked back out to the RV you began to think about the packet read. You were excited, to be honest, but as per usual there was a bit of fear in you as well. 

“Are you guys excited about the packet?” Alex asked and everyone looked at him like he was crazy. “Are you kidding me?” Chelsea asked with a raised eyebrow. “Honestly, I kind of am,” you said and looked up at him. He beamed down at you and kissed your head. “See, at least someone is,” he told them and teasingly stuck his tongue out at them. They all laughed and shook their heads. 

“Are you not scared?” Dakota asked you. “Of course I’m scared, but he’s been so excited about it that it kind of has me excited too,” you laughed softly. “You’re crazy. His excitement is scaring me,” Tanner told you and you laughed again. 

You all got into the RV and took your seats. The skies had begun to melt into pastel pinks and layers of scarlet. It was your favorite time of the day. 

You looked out the window as the clouds melded blue with pink. “You know, this time of day always reminds me of you,” Alex said softly. You peered up at him and smiled. “And why is that?” you asked and reached out to interlace your fingers with his. “I can always find you at a window reading, or just watching at this time of day. It’s your favorite,” he explained and your smile brightened. “Yeah, it is,” you said and reached over to kiss his cheek. 

You sat there with your head against his shoulder as the last of the sun’s rays warmed you. He kept you close while he scrolled through his phone, following suit of everyone else for the time being. As the sky grew darker you knew it was time to pick up where you left off.

“You just got to the top like it was nothing,” Dakota said to Tanner. “I wanted the mystery prize,” Tanner explained himself and you laughed. “Well you definitely got it,” you said and reached over to give him a high-five. “I’m pretty curious what this whole prize is, but I’m even more curious as to where we’re going,” Chelsea spoke up and looked at Alex expectantly. 

“I have another surprise,” Alex told you all and you sighed heavily. “Are you kidding me? Can you stop?” Tanner asked tiredly. “Really Al, there is no stopping you,” you said and shook your head. 

“You’re gonna ruin the word ‘surprise’ for me,” Chelsea told him and you nodded in agreement. 

“The spot that I’m taking you guys right now, might bring back some bad memories,” Alex informed you all and you let your head lull back in exhaustion. “What?” everyone questioned. “What do you mean?” you asked him. “I can’t tell you that yet, but we are getting close so I do want all 4 of you guys to go up there if you can and keep your eyes peeled,” Alex told you all. 

“Ok, I don’t think 4 will fit up there so I’ll stay back here, just tell me what it is,” you said and let them go up front. “You’ll know it when you see it,” Alex told you all. “I’m incredibly curious,” Chelsea said and made her way to the front. “What the heck are you doing to us, Al?” Dakota questioned. “We are in the middle of nowhere,” Chelsea stated. “This is gonna be terrible isn’t it?” you looked over at your boyfriend for confirmation but he just smiled at you. “I think I see it,” He said and you sighed. “What?” Dakota asked and looked ahead as best as he could. 

“Wait a minute,” Chelsea started. “Oh,” Tanner said in shock as he turned back to look at Alex. “Yup,” Alex confirmed. “Wait is that?...” Dakota didn’t finish as Tanner raised his voice. 

“Dude! That’s Ashmore!” he exclaimed and your eyes widened. “What the hell? No way!” you said in shock. “It totally is!” Chelsea confirmed.

“It’s been like six, seven years since we’ve been here,” Dakota explained. “A little trip down memory lane,” Alex said and you could’ve sworn your stomach actually sunk. 

This place was definitely not the best memory for you. It was your first overnight and you came out of there more scared than you had been before even going in. 

“This is the first location me and (y/n) ever slept at,” Chelsea reminded. “I remember it so vividly, it still freaks me out to this day,” You explained and she nodded in acknowledgment. 

“This is where it all started,” Dakota pointed out. “None of us ever wanted to come back here, ever,” Tanner spoke and you couldn’t help but agree. 

“Alright, here we go,” Alex said as you all got up to exit the RV. “This is not going to be a good night,” you breathed out. Alex placed a hand on your back as you stepped out. “You’ll be fine babe, one step at a time,” he said and kissed the back of your head. 

“You guys ready for this?” He asked everyone and turned around to get their reactions. “Oh, holy crap, dude,” Dakota said in awe as he stepped out. “Oh my goodness,” Chelsea said as she looked on at the tall building ahead of her. “I had to see the look on your faces when we pulled up to this place,” Alex said and you chuckled. “Of course, you did,” you said and playfully smacked his shoulder. “I mean it is kind of cool to be back,” Tanner said. “It’s cool, but I’m nervous,” Dakota stated. “I am too,” you said and you both looked at each other with uneasy glances. 

“I did dig up some new, and kind of disturbing information about this place. What do you say, we read the packet?” He asked and your shoulders sagged. “This is gonna be so not fun, I am not excited anymore,” you said and everyone chuckled. “I never was,” Chelsea said and you laughed. 

You set up the camera and all sat down to read the packet. You shivered a bit from the wind that was blowing. Alex wrapped an around your waist and pulled you closer to him. 

“This is a place that has definitely left its mark on all of you,” Alex began. “It’s so crazy how much we’ve grown since the last time we were here,” Chelsea said. “We definitely left with a lot of questions,” You stated. “I’m just curious to see if your new information gives us any answers,” you spoke again. 

“I also have another surprise,” Alex stated and you let your head drop to the table in annoyance. “No, stop,” Dakota said. And everyone just begged the questions ‘why?’ and ‘what?’

“When we’re done reading this packet we are going to be going right in,” He said and your eyes widened in shock. “Absolutely not,” You said and waved your hands around in objection. “Absolutely,” Alex came back. You screwed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. 

“I should’ve seen this coming,” Dakota said and you just sighed for the millionth time that day. 

“Dakota, do you want to open it?” Alex asked and held out the packet. “Here goes nothing,” Dakota said as he began to open it.

“Ashmore Estates,” Chelsea and Dakota read at the same time. 

And so it began. 

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Okay y’all, next liveblog, first Static Shock one of the day. Doing ‘Power Play’.

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Boys at least put some boards up at those busted windows, you are gonna catch your deaths of cold

I am embarrassed on Richie’s behalf over that look. Child wtf are you doing, are you using a sweater for a fake cape? Are you nine? Boy is playing superhero which is sweet in that ‘ah kids/teens’ way but also the secondhand embarrassment is real.

Hi Virgil.

Virgil Hawkins, kicking back, watching his best friend play superhero, waiting to see how he saves the day

They’re good kids damnit

Richie is self-conscious

Boy is just not in the mood for fun now that the actual amateur superhero has arrived.

A jealous noodle.

Well that went from zero to ‘taking my toys and going home’ quickly. Richie he wasn’t making fun of you, it wasn’t even ribbing, he was just trying to goof off with you.

Richie almost hits some random bastard scootering through a construction site because he was too busy being huffy over his imaginary Virgil motivations, crashes and immediately goes to check on the person because as I said they’re good kids. Not perfect, but good.

Damn, old man straight up looks evil. And glowy sparky powers because of course glowy sparky powers, what other kind are there

Old man almost gets run over, sparks all over Richie, then fucking gaslights him about it.

Where the fuck did these guys come from? Just turn and suddenly there’s a jungle gym and people sitting on it. Why is there a jungle gym? Why is it in the middle of the road? What sort’ve Keep Dakota Weird (You Have No Choice) shit is this?

Do you boys really have nothing better to do than shit on strange jungle gyms and laugh at people? Somebody give these guys a hobby and the means to do it.

And then in the next shot they’re gone. I know the situation because while it’s been a good while I have seen this episode, but I’m still going to say it’s all ghosts just for the fuck of it.

Okay the jungle gym isn’t int he middle of the road even though it looked like it was in fact there is a road where it looked like it wasn’t a proper one and just- This is some Dakota bullshittery, everything’s a fucking mess

“Suddenly everybody’s gone but me, and the whole place totally gets this haunted house vibe-” ‘and the terrain was entirely different and it’s not even Thursday-’

Richie: ‘Something is weird’ Virgil: ‘I’ve been saying that about you for years but nooo’

Ah friendship

Richie Foley ran in front of an out of control truck to save a dog which is very sweet but also child no!

Welp Richie’s got some sorta powers going on. And lucky that because I really don’t think Virgil needed the guilt of ‘I was gone for a minute and a half and he jumped in front of a truck’ on his conscience.

Boy fucking wrecks a truck with a forcefield in front of god and everybody

Actually I have thoughts in my head already for a bit for the story and I might be able to call back to this episode with some things...

Imagine if instead of the drug allegory they had going in this episode instead the rest of it the dog spent following them around and it turned out that all the old man did was give Richie better luck and it’s actually the dog using it’s own powers to protect him because he tried to help it.

Virgil please! In case there was any doubt these two are teenagers. Fucking ‘I know I’ll throw part of a car at my friend, that’ll make him use these powers again’

Virgil: *mentions sidekick-hood* Richie: *immediately indignant*

Okay, slow down kiddo, not every piece of scrap in the yard needs to be forceblasted

I am watching this scene and wondering how these boys survive this show. I’m sure Virgil’s mother is up in heaven thinking the same damn thing.

Virgil is so encouraging. Is a good friend. Even if he is very very much a teenager.

Virgil, sensible enough to notice when Richie has gotten too far into the air. Boy is gonna break his damn neck.

Or is gonna get seen, I suppose. Look it’s Dakota and the second season of the show I don’t think people are gonna care about someone flying in the distance at this point.

Well that is the worst moment for your powers to give out. This is why we test with care, children.

Richie is not happy with being saved even though he was falling out the damn air to a plausible broken neck.

The boy has powers for fifteen minutes and has a crisis when they go away. And you don’t even know for sure they’re gone, you could’ve just run out of juice. Not everybody can be perpetual energy weirdos like Virgil and Hotstreak.

Richie: “I’m just not hungry, Mom“ His Mom: *alarm bells ringing*

Richie please avoid the weird haunted place

Who dressed this guy? His outfit is atrocious. Not as bad as Bad Hair’s hair, but still. Also fucker your boss is looking to recruit people try not scaring the shit out of them. Poor fucking workplace behavior.

Don’t you look all judgy Thing 2, your outfit’s shit too.

Seriously, how do you trust a man that looks like this old man looks? It’s like Ebeneezer Scrooge started to melt.

Richie look at them. The leader is a wax figurine of the epitome of greed and the other two look like a athletic goods store and a road crew supply garage exploded respectively.

‘Run’ and ‘Jump’? Seriously? Once again, the actual name is worse than the nickname and again I am going to continue to refer to you two as Thing 1 and Thing 2 because I don’t respect you.

‘Ragtag’ my ass, I’m gonna call you Scrungle. Ebeneezer Scrungle. Scrungle apparently is another Bang Baby but he only got the power to give other people powers, which one has to wonder how that works in the context of the show. I mean, does he melt many people trying to get fuckers?

Richie please. Richie look at Scrungle, actually look at him, and tell me this is someone you should be accepting powers from. It might actually be safer to go to Alva. Look at him, he’s the sorta guy who cuts his coke supply with ground up lead paint because it’s a cheap filler he can get off the walls of condemned houses.

Goddamnit Richie. Did nobody teach this child Stranger Danger?

Virgil on the hunt for his friend who is being an idiot.

He can use his powers on phone lines to place calls, because of course he can.

Unknowingly spills that he is not currently in possession of a Richie to Mrs Foley, who believed he was

Everything that could go wrong with that crane did go wrong, all at once, goddamn

I am officially a fan of the one dude who just scooped his woman up in his arms and hoofed it out of danger. You, sir, get the Achi Seal of Valor. I hope they have long and happy lives and remain close no matter if the relationship lasts.

Virgil is struggling, though not as bad as the civilians

‘Push’, really? Richard what the fuck. You did not let that man name you did you? Please, for the love of all that’s good in this world

Name him and dress him, somebody save this boy from his own bad decisions. Ground him, smack him with a fish, something

Ladies, please, leave yourselves some dignity, don’t hang on a man dressed like that. Yes I know the times were weird but for your own sakes- There’s better out there.

Virgil is having a time, poor kid

Virgil after a point you don’t have to haul the damn thing, just drop it from higher you can’t do more damage

Well, Richie made an attempt. A half-hearted and shoddy attempt, but an attempt at giving Virgil some credit. Surely you can do better than that

Damn, fuckers are just cold. A bit of fucking gratitude would not go amiss you ingrates.

“Where did you get your powers“ Bitch this is Dakota you know damn well where he probably got his powers! Same as every other fucker in the city.

Welp, time for the boys to fight

Stow the ego, Richard. It’s already undue and that outfit is not a costume so much as a crime in and of itself.

Richie isn’t even making up a lie about the powers, he’s just straight up ‘I know something and you don’t’ about it.

Richie is not normally a bundle of attitude and secrets and bad clothes (no I will not drop that it’s my liveblog) and Virgil is rightly concerned. Also still very much a good friend.

Virgil seeing the two and the four and algebra-ing shit out

Richie you need to chill with this imagining Virgil’s motivations thing.

And Virgil, with every best intention, says the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Richie! Violence is uncalled for!

Virgil: *shocked* Richie: *has a heartbeat of wtf did I do before running off*

Oh look, he returns to Scrungle to beg for his powers.

Thing 1 and Thing 2 really just exist to sit there in ugly outfits and laugh at people

Well at least Thing 2 is being polite while explaining the plan for them to rob a museum. More than I ever expected of him.

Thing 1 and Thing 2 are trying to be encouraging. Don’t even give Richie shit about wanting to be a hero, just pulling a ‘you gotta do what you gotta do to have the powers you need’.

Guys please.

Richie is drawing a fucking line. He’s fine with secrets, not so much with grand theft redux

Great, you two to handle this shit yourselves, Richie is out

Richie using his powers to set off the museum’s alarm so it closes up and calls in back-up, because fuck these guys and their plan

Well, Richie tried a two-on-one and didn’t do bad. The whole ‘powers are only temporary’ thing is his biggest problem

Thing 2 fucking licking himself, dude what the fuck

Hi Virgil

How does this boy magnetize literally fucking everything? Swear this show thinks electricity is magic, like it was written by some timetraveler from the 1500s

Thing 1 really thought it was a smart idea to stand directly over the superhero with electricity powers? Really?

Static goes to confront Scrungle and is quickly taken in by the ‘I am a sick old man’ routine. Boy please tuck the hero away for a heartbeat in exchange for some caution.

Ebeneezer Scrungle is capable to stealing powers and is essentially eating poor Virgil Aggy style. He’s not as good at it though, Aggy’d have him all eaten up by now

Richie to the rescue

Richie nails an old man with a folding lounge chair

Richie no. Richie do not fall for the ‘help me I’ll fall’ ploy. If nothing else grab somethign for him to grab rather than grabbing him yourself

Welp. He fell. Right into the trash where he belongs

Boys settling differences the way god intended- via gaming

[devils-reign]

boygenius equivalent of the gang (mac, charlie and dennis) meets their designated boygenius songs !!

mac - cool about it (honourable mention is salt in the wound)

i feel like the reasoning for this one is pretty self explanatory if you’ve heard the song !! in a nutshell, mac is in love with dennis (duh) and he’s trying to be cool about it. there’s been a whoooooole lot of interpretations for this song. things like bringing something up and having it cause a fight only for you to go “we can just move past it, it’s fine,” or seeing childhood friends after years. but i think with mac it’s the point blank, romantic interpretation.

“tellin’ myself i can always do without it.” i think this was such a huge thing for mac before he even came out. it’s like the culmination of his internalized homophobia and feelings for dennis. we don’t know much about mac’s thought process on his sexuality before he comes out. his constant denial and confusion when one of the gang mentioned him being gay can either be seen as genuine, or as a deflection because he wasn’t ready to face the truth with it. i think mac had told himself multiple times that he could “do without it.” only before he came out, what that would be in reference to is his sexuality as a whole. giving up the happiness he would get from being open and out. and after he comes out, it’s in reference to his feelings for dennis. he’s finally out, and in love with his best friend who mac probably thinks shows no signs of reciprocating, so he convinces himself he could do without it.

and then, by god, we have the whole “we don’t have to talk about it” verse. if this doesn’t just SCREAM mac than i don’t know what does. the whole verse is pretty much stating that ‘we don’t have to talk about it. we can forget i said anything, and i’ll ignore how i feel and pretend it doesn’t make me feel like i’m drowning.’ it’s blatantly obvious to everyone in the gang that mac likes dennis. and whether dennis truly comprehends that or not, he started to distance himself and just became more of an asshole to mac. and i think this verse would really resonate with mac, because i’m sure he would do anything to go back to how they were before he had come out (as heartbreaking as that is).

dennis - bite the hand (honourable mention is stay down)

opening to this song goes as follows: “i can’t hear you, you’re too far away. i can’t see you, the light is in my face, i can’t touch you, i wouldn’t if i could” and OH boy is this dennis. the idea of being too far away made me think of dennis moving to north dakota for a bit. he’s too far, he can’t hear mac, can’t see mac, and he can’t touch mac. except he wouldn’t, even if he could. some more of that sweet, sweet internalized homophobia !! boooo !! i think this whole line is pretty self explanatory. dennis wouldn’t touch mac, even if he could. this could be a metaphor for reciprocating feelings. maybe he wouldn’t ever commit, even if he came out and could. because dennis is deeply troubled, and clearly so afraid of commitment. and i think the idea of committing would be so much worse with mac, because deep down, dennis has feelings !! he has big feelings !! and would be too caught up in the idea that he could lose one of his closest, and only friends if the relationship fucks up.

this also ties in with the repeated line at the end of the song, “i can’t love you how you want me to.” in my first post i rambled a little about macden and dennis’ inability to comprehend mac’s feelings. i still stand by the fact that i think dennis doesn’t really understand that mac really loves him, and it isn’t just some ‘oh i just want to fuck you’ kind of thing. but if he were to know the true extent of mac and his feelings, i think he’d very much have the notion of not being able to love mac, the way mac loves him. this can kinda stem back to the idea of not wanting to, even if he could. dennis can’t see himself being able to love mac the way mac wants him to because he’s emotionally unavailable. he’s closed off and keeps his feelings to himself. even if he could, he wouldn’t because he doesn’t feel capable of being able to meet those expectations.

from my perspective, the entire point of this song is being your own downfall. biting the hand that feeds you often symbolises treating someone poorly when they’ve been good to you. and that works for dennis as well. but i also see it as biting your own hand. dennis bites himself in the hand, and i don’t necessarily mean it in the way that he treats himself terribly. while he does, i see it more of a self sabotage type thing. dennis is his own worst enemy, and i think that won’t stop any time soon.

there’s also a really cool line in the song that goes “your hands are gravity while my hands are tied.” and i think that’s just really cool symbolism that could be portrayed through dennis. biting his own hand, holding himself back. he’s portrayed as cold and emotionless, but it’s really just the bubble he’s encased himself in, which doubles as some self sabotage.

charlie - revolution 0 (honourable mention is we’re in love for the little charmac moment)

in the same way mac is, i see charlie as very much a ride or die kind of guy. if anything, i see this as charmac moment kind of song. while it does mention imaginary friends, it does talk about wanting to look out for your friend. “i just wanna know who broke your nose, figure out where they live so i can kick their teeth in.” that screams charmac to me. anyway !! these particular lines do simultaneously remind me of mac, HOWEVER. i think charlie is so similar to mac in that way. while the gang often times fight with each other, they have their moments were they truly show that they would go to extreme lengths just for one another. and i think charlie truly is the person who would look out for his friends.

this song is probably the more depressing of the ones i picked out for the rest of the gang. but i think it really suits ireland charlie. with charlie’s breakdown, i think we get a glimpse into how tired he is. and the song talks about being exhausted when you wish you could stop. for so long charlie had just been left guessing when it came to his father. he talks about how he wasn’t there when he needed him, and i think having an absent father kind of made charlie think about his worth as a person !! the song talks about not being enough, and if that’s the case, then said person gives up. having just found his father, i think charlie was really looking through rose tinted glasses. it didn’t always seem like the best when charlie was spending time with his dad, and though it was probably unintentional, i think the show gave off the indication charlie was much better off with frank. but meeting his father was such a monumental moment that he was probably trying to will it to be enough. he’d spent all those years with frank who was like a father figure to him, and i think there’s a moment of realisation that what he had with frank was better than what he had with his dad. which is where i connect the whole “if you’re not enough, then i give up” line. it’s his biological father and he has the thought that meeting him should be enough. it should fix all the years he’s spent wondering and yearning for that moment. but it’s not what he imagined it to be, and has the opportunity to learn that his found family, the gang and frank, are where his worth lies.

>_<

anyways, i rambled a BUNCH, but i had to flood it all out of my system 💔 shout out to anyone who reads the whole thing 😨😨 if none of it makes sense i blame the 8 page lab report i wrote today :]

matt when he uh …. when he umm … matt when he assigns the boygenius equivalent of the gang (mac, charlie and dennis) boygenius songs

[td-scenarios]

How they react to seeing their S/O crying

First scenarios are a go!

Cody

Will most definitely start panicking at your status and start asking you various questions.

“Are you okay? Did I do something? Do you need space? Should I hug you? Do I need to punch someone?” And you better believe he’ll do that last one based off that one scene of him and Duncan in World Tour.

Goes and brings his stash of candy to you for you to enjoy

If you don’t need space at the moment but instead comfort, you better believe this boy will turn into the biggest cuddlebug. His arms just wrapping around your entire body and him resting his head into the crook of your neck. Would totally start kissing you all over the face until you smiled and were laughing as you told him to stop in a lighthearted manner

Trust me, Cody is not leaving until there’s a smile on your face. Even if you ask for some space he’ll be sending you memes or stupid little drawings.

Also would totally do the really cheesy thing of wiping away your tears and resting the palm of his hand on your cheek so that you can lean into it.

Scott

Doesn’t really understand what’s going on at first. He’s clever, but he ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed at times.

“Why are you crying? It better not be somethin’ stupid, cuz, ya know, back on the farm-” cue you punching him in the face or on the shoulder

That’s when he’s like ‘Oh fuck, something is ACTUALLY wrong. Oh no this is a time where  I have to step up as a boyfriend oh no oh no’

Him awkwardly being all “So....um....what’s wrong?”

His face absolutely breaking upon seeing your shattered expression. Protective boyfriend mode = activated.

“Did someone hurt you? Babe, you better believe that I’ll go and make their life a living hell, trust me.” And then you just slowly shaking your head no and leaning your head onto his chest, which just makes this big softie melt.

Y’all cuddling for a long time until you eventually fall asleep on him and he’s just brooding on the fact that if someone did cause it, he really was gonna go and  beat them up, He doesn’t make idle threats, but for now, it’s just calm between the two of you.

Brick

He gets back from running one of his bi-hourly jogs with Jo to see your form shaking from under a blanket in the cabin. Since you’re under the blanket, he can only assume you’re not cold and immediately comes to the conclusion that you are upset

“Y/N! What has got you feeling so blue right now?” He would try to lower his voice for you, but his same tone only wavers a bit. Habits and all that.

You already know that this sweet boy will drop whatever other plans he had for today to stay in the cabin and comfort you until you were better.

He’d try to suggest going outside and getting some fresh air, but you two would go out for a bit and you’d either see the person who upset you or get reminded of your homesickness or whatever else made you sad, so you two would just go back inside.

Brick being Brick would probably find a way of accidentally making you laugh and he’ll just continue with that until you forgot why you were sad in the first place. 

Mike

Taking a break from the others, Mike finds you sitting on a rock near the beach with your head buried into your folded arms. He instantly comes jogging up to your side and sits across from you, gently saying your name which gets you to look up. When you ask for alone time, he softly shakes his head.

“I can’t leave you until I make sure you’re okay, Y/N. You know me, it’s good knowing that the people I care about are good.” Those words kind of put a smile on your face as you look at the gap toothed boy.

Mike counts this as the start of working your mood back up. He wouldn’t want to make you more sad by making you talk about what upset you, so instead he decides to start telling you funny stories of shenanigans his alters have caused.

“They’re quite the cast! I remember when Manitoba was really proud of himself for digging up some new material, but the guy was already a little bit tired so instead he was just holding some dried cow patty! Vito wouldn’t let him live it down for weeks!” More and more stories of that caliber, all of which would make you giggle in some way or another.

At some point, Mike ends up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and it’s become night time so you’re both just looking up into the stars. A nice serene way to forget about what was plaguing your mind earlier

Dakota

“O M G, babe, are you okay? Your skin is getting a little blotchy.” You would wince a little bit at that prompting her to apologize as you wipe one side of your face with your hand.

The blonde would sit next to you on the cabin bed and ask that you “spill the tea, sugar.

After telling her what’s wrong, she insists on taking care of you for the rest of the day. Bringing you any food she can scour off the island, asking the other teens of the cast to leave the two of you alone, and once your crying dies down a bit she starts doing your makeup.

“I like doing your makeup so much because it gives me a great view of your gorgeous face.”

This comment of Dakota’s immediately gets the waterworks started up again.

She starts panicking, thinking she said something wrong while carefully putting her makeup brushes down. You just shake your head and hug her tightly, to which she’s confused about, but reciprocates anyways.

Leshawna

This girl immediately hugs you as soon as she sees how distressed you are. She gives the best hugs ever, I would know, Fresh TV told me.

“Alright baby, tell me what’s got your feathers in a bunch! Leshawna will make all the problems go away.” Her voice is so calming at that point that you break down even more and choke out what’s been bothering you.

If it is someone, she would definitely start making threats, but wouldn’t dare to leave you alone in this state, so whoever did this to you would definitely get some knuckle sandwiches later.

The girl would take you back to her cabin and lay both of y’all down on her bed and softly sing to you (even if it’s not the best, it’s endearing.) Until you fall asleep in eachother’s arms.

Leshawna would be the first to wake up and would smile upon seeing your face, now with a soft smile instead of the heartbreaking expression it carried mere hours before. You were definitely her everything.

Heather

She really wants to keep up her mean façade like she does in front of everyone and say “ew, you’re showing emotions right now?” or something like that, but she decides that she could never do that to you. Even if anyone else was watching her at the moment.

Heather would take a seat next to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “Tell me what’s up.” And before you could say anything she interrupts, “and no, I won’t tell anyone what you tell me. I would never.” She made sure to keep both her hands up so you could see that she wasn’t crossing her fingers.

You let out a sigh and then hesitantly began telling her what’s up.

“Are you kidding? Hun, you need to put your game face on! Come with me.” She then grabs your hand and takes you around to do calming activities all around the island. Being bitchier to everyone else, but the most soft, kind, caring person in the world for you. She doesn’t let go of your hand at all just to let you know she’s there.

At the end of your day together, your tears long forgotten, both of you sat on a blanket watching the sunset, she looks over at you. “You ready to go kick some loser butt?” She says with a smirk, you sniffle a bit and nod yes. “Cool, lets go.” Her hand finally leaves yours, which saddens you, but she waits for you so you can head back to camp together. Who knew you could go a whole day with your girlfriend without her being TOO focused on the million?

Dawn

You thought you had found a quiet spot to let your feelings free under a shaded tree that may be capable of eating you any second, but how wrong you were. You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a familiar soft voice speak, “your aura is stained with anguish. What is plaguing you so?”

Dawn’s statement startled you out of your tears for a bit until you began to explain to her what had happened with a shaky voice and it all became too much so you stopped talking.

The look on her face gave away that she knew more than she let on.

“Here Y/N breathe with me.” You would give her a confused look but go along with it since your girlfriend was weirdly knowledgeable in some areas.

“Very good. You’re shaky, but there’s nothing your position won’t fix. Here follow what I do.” Dawn got into a position perfect for breathing exercises and you followed suit. “Your chakras will align in the median in your body and your mind will be freed of its chains, do not be afraid.” She repeated the affirmations in a hushed tone as you two breathed with one another.

It was actually pretty calming. The sounds of the toxic island along with Dawn’s hushed voice made for the perfect aura around you two and you can’t remember a time when you have felt so at peace.

“I can sense that your aura is back to its normal state. Are you feeling any better?” The different words took you out of your zen and you looked up at her and nodded, which made her smile.

“That is nice to hear. Would you like to go look at the flowers with me?

[loousir]

[Satyr} Insecurities

Soft Male Presenting NB Satyr x Male Reader

Dakota

Warnings: Dakota get comforted by you after a sudden breakup and you end up confessing, they realized they like you too, mentions of alcohol (tho not explicitly stated other than beer), two faced boyfriend (now ex)

Masterlist

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Currently, you are on your way to third wheel for your best friend, Dakota. This guy that Dakota was dating was one that you really did not like. He was all sweet and kind around Dakota but the second they turned their back, he was a complete jerk. You knew you should tell Dakota but they just looked so happy being with this guy that you didn't want to ruin this momentary happiness.

Anyhow, both of you were walking down the street to a small yet busy pub that he had asked Dakota to meet. Dakota had asked him if you could come and he said yes but you knew he would have said no if that didn't ruin his "perfect boyfriend" image. You developed feelings for Dakota years ago, long into your friendship with him but you never confessed. You knew they didn't feel the same so you decided to just try to be the very best friend you could be.

Dakota pointed out the place you two were going and you followed them up to the front door. You opened it for them and they almost instantly spot their boyfriend, going over to him and hugging him. You smiled a sad smile and looked at the two before joining them at their table. He had sent Dakota off to get drinks for the three of you. "How have you been (R/n)?" He looks over to you with a not glare for once. "I'm breaking up with him."

Your eyes widened slightly. "What?" He nods. "Yeah I got hit pretty hard in the face with reality after the last time we met." His whole demeanor had changed from what it was before. You tried to say something but Dakota came back with a beer bottle and two glasses. They set one of the glasses down in front of you and handed the bottle to their soon to be ex who's demeanor went back to perfect boyfriend mode.

You smiled at Dakotas smile before taking a drink of what they got you. "Ah, (R/n)! Did you see the new episode yesterday? It was so good!" Dakota said before going on to ramble about bits and pieces. (R/n) smiled and nodded, chatting about said episode with Dakota.

A few minutes had past with the three of you talking before (R/n) decided it was time to bring the bad news. "Dakota." They looked up to (R/n) who looked like he just accidentally kicked a puppy. Dakota noticed and went to grab his hands to ask what's wrong but he pulled away. You looked away out of courtesy but still listened in. "I'm sorry Dakota. I dont think we can be together anymore. Its really me, not you. You've been nothing but good to me and I want you to be happy but it can't be with me."

"Maybe we'll see each other around. Don't worry about paying for drinks, I'll cover it on the way out." He said standing up to leave. Dakota couldn't seem to process what what happening as they watched their now ex-boyfriend walk away. "Kota, let's go." You said standing and grabbing their hand.

They didn't move but instead started to shake slightly. "Dakota, please." You pulled them up and practically dragged them out of the pub and stopped when you were a block away from it. Dakota hadn't said a word but held on tightly to your hand. "Do you wanna go back to your house?" You asked, looking to them. They nodded softly, more hair moving to cover their usually covered eyes.

You squeezed their hand gently as the two of you walked back to Dakotas place. It wasn't too far from the pub so neither of you saw the point in taking the car. After a few minutes of walking, Dakota stopped, making you look back. "Im... S-so sorry... I... I cant..." They tried to say something but ended up almost collapsing, legs shaking like crazy. You caught them before they could and opted to carry them the rest of the way.

Dakota holds onto you and cries into your neck. You gently rub the back of their head and whisper reassuring words into their ears. After a few more minutes of walking, you make it to the house and carefully unlock the door and close it behind you before taking them upstairs to their bedroom. "I'll go grab some water. I'll be right back ok?"

You head back down stairs, lost in thought as you grabbed water from the fridge before heading back up. You didn't expect to see what you did though.

Your body stood ridgid with shock. Standing in front of you, staring back with wild and afraid eyes was your best friend of 5 years. They looked like they were wearing pants but they weren't. Their legs were covered in dark brown fur, same colour as their hair. Your eyes followed the soft digitigrade shape down to the cloven hooves in place of feet. A small tail to match laid tight against their body.

"Dakota..?"

You breathed out hesitantly. They seemed to snap out of whatever trance they were in for a moment and they started to shake. "Hey... Hey whats wrong?" You asked as you very slowly approached them, as if the wrong step could send them sprinting away. They didn't say a word and you eventually got to their side. You very carefully grabbed their hand but they pulled it away faster than you could blink.

They looked at you with such fear that you could barely even tell if it was your sweet Dakota anymore. A tense moment passed as you had seen his eyes for the first time. You gently took their hand again and pressed their palm against your chest. They could feel your heart pounding, theirs was probably just as fast. You and Dakota had this thing where if one of you were panicking, the other would place a hand on the heart of the one whos panicking. It usually ended with a hug but it was really just a comfort thing that Dakota had started with you when they had a panic attack in public. Once they had seemed to realized, some lever must have flipped as they pulled you into a tight hug.

"(Y/n)..."

You hugged them back, gently placing a hand on the back of their head to keep them close. A silent minute had past before you felt your shoulder getting wet again. "I'm so sorry." It was barely a whisper but you heard it. Neither of you said a word after that. Dakota pulled their head out from the crook of your neck and rested their forehead against your chest.

"I didn't want you to find out like this..." Their voice was small as they spoke, hands gripping tightly to the back of your shirt. You carefully set a hand on their cheek, coaxing them to look up to you. Their eyes were red and slightly puffy from crying. The bright green, almost yellow irises stood out against their pink-ish scleras. "Your eyes are so beautiful." You mumbled out without thinking.

Dakota blushed and looked away. "I know you probably don't wanna talk so let's sit down and I'll go first." You lead them over to the bed and both of you sat down. "Judging by your reaction you didn't want me knowing about the whole... Lower half thing." You paused to look at Dakota who nodded. "Sorry." You said, still processing everything. Dakota shook their head. "N-no... I..."

"I don't know what to say..." Dakota said with a heavy sigh. "It's ok. You don't have to say anything-" They cut you off before you could continue. "(Y/n) I've lied to you for 5 years about it! Of course I have to say something!" You looked away from them and sighed. "I would be lying if I said it didn't upset me that you never told me what you were." Without hesitation, you grabbed Dakotas hand again, staring at it as they let you intertwine your fingers. "But I always had a feeling you weren't exactly human anyways... Of course I wanted to know but I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable around me."

Dakota looked to your eyes, tears welling up in theirs again. You could see that they wanted to apologize for not saying anything but you just shook your head. "Kota, I could care less that your a Satyr. If anything I like you even more." You mumbled the last part but they still heard it anyway, signaled by the blush that rose to their cheeks yet again. Dakota placed their free hand on your cheek and made you look back to them.

"I love you so fucking much Kota. You don't even know. I'm sorry. This is probably a lot on top of me finding out about probably your biggest secret and the... Y'know." Dakota shook their head. "Its all been so overwhelming. I'm honestly surprised I haven't passed out yet." You let a small huff of a laugh pass as they pulled your face closer to theirs. "You seemed to have calmed down a lot." You mumbled out.

Dakota nodded. "Yeah. I guess I'm... Relieved... I've known you long enough that I know you when you aren't feigning truths." They pause for a moment. You took this moment to observe their tear stained face. "(Y/n). I dont ever want you to leave me." Their voice had been shaky since you found out about them being a Satyr but it was even worse when they said that. "I couldn't truly live if you weren't in my life Kota."

They looked at you with wide eyes. "Sorry, said something weird didnt-" You were cut off by a pair of soft lips against yours. You carefully kissed back, tangling your hand in their soft, fuffy hair. The second both of you pulled away, Dakota smiled and pulled you into a tight hug. "Kota-" "I think him breaking up with me was the best decision ever." You furrowed your brows, really confused.

"What? Why? I though you two were happy together." Dakota nodded. "I was happy. But I also saw how unhappy you were. A-and it made me realize... Just how much I wanted to make you happy because you make me happy." You couldn't say anything but just looked at them with surprise. "Can I... Can I kiss you?" You asked quietly. Dakota laughed and nodded, pulling you into a kiss.

Your hands decided to test the waters a bit and you gently ran a hand through the soft fur that coat their leg. They shivered and gripped onto your shirt, leaning into the kiss more. You pulled away and let your hand linger on their thigh. "Did... Did you really mean it when you said that you liked me more knowing I was a Satyr?" You blushed and laughed awkwardly while looking away. "Yeah... I didn't realize I said that out loud."

Dakota let out a gentle laugh and pulled you into a tight hug. "Let's take a nap, I'm tired after crying so much..." You nodded and kissed their neck softly as the two of you laid down.

"Please stay by my side."

I originally started this one shot at the paragraph that starts at "Your body stood ridgid with shock." so sorry if everything above it seemed weird-

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1890

[squidproquoclarice]

Yeehawgust Day 14: Howling At The Moon

September, 1896

Far Plains, North Dakota

She blessed Jack having taken early to sleeping through the night, and given the business of caring for a one-year-old, Abigail slept hard where she could.  So when she woke, she found she was one of the last to learn that John had left in the night, and not only for a good time in town or to go scout a job.  He’d left a terse note at the door of Dutch’s cabin: “I got to go.  Don’t know that I’ll be back.  John.”

And that was that.  He was gone.  Not planning to come back.  A few simple words, and he’d left it to someone else--Hosea, it turned out to be--to tell Abigail what was what. For Abigail, he left nothing.  No note, no words.  Nothing except for the boy sleeping peacefully in the apple crate that had become his crib courtesy of Pearson’s handiwork.  The boy he still hadn’t claimed, and now likely never would.  She turned and went back to the tent, heartsick and feeling about two inches tall.  Not wanting to face the others--how they must have been debating how to tell her before she woke, and not wanting either their pity or their told-you-sos.  

“Abigail.”  She didn’t turn from Jack, hearing Arthur’s voice behind her.  “I’ll ride after him, if you want it.  Drag him back slung over my damn saddle if it comes to it, I will.”

Arthur would, at that.  She didn’t doubt he could catch John and do it, even with John having hours of head start.  She could hear the steely fury in Arthur’s voice, the rough edge that told her he’d like nothing more than to chase John down and bring him back by force.  The same way he’d talked to John and about John this past year and a half since Abigail told him she was pregnant by young Mr. Marston.

“No.”  It came out as barely more than a whisper.  She swallowed hard through her dry throat and repeated herself.  “No.  It ain’t worth it.  He’s made it clear he’s got no interest in m--in Jack.”  No, he still had interest in Abigail.  Enough to keep her hoping now and again that he would finally, truly see the sweet boy that they’d made together, and whatever fears he had about being a father would be put to rest.  Neither of them had grown up with much of an ideal there.  She knew that.  They’d talked plenty about their lives in those weeks two summers ago--so damn long now--when everything seemed so bright and full of hope and love.  Like she’d found the life she’d longed for in John Marston, and they would make everything right for each other.

Poor fool.  She wasn’t the first woman left with a baby with no father.  Growing up as she had, she had no illusions of that.  But she’d so wanted to believe that it was real.  That the love between them was enough, and all the ugliness of their childhoods could be behind them.  

She’d already spent so many nights howling at the moon over John Marston, aching to be seen by him as she thought she had been for those idyllic summer days and nights, aching to belong to him and have him belong to her in turn.  To see him embrace Jack with joy rather than ignoring him like an unwanted stray, or worse, more or less calling him a whore’s bastard by claiming he could have been anybody’s.

He’d given an answer.  She’d spent so much time chasing him.  She was tired of it.  They could find him and drag him back, even make him marry her and claim Jack as his own at gunpoint, and what was the point of it?  Nothing would change unless John changed.  She looked over her shoulder at Arthur.  Lifted her chin and said, “If he ain’t man enough to claim his son, then let him run away.”  Some part of her hoped he’d never come back so she could be done with him for good.

Arthur looked back at her steadily, some emotion she couldn’t quite read in his eyes.  “He ever comes back, I promise you he’ll answer to me for this.”  From him, she knew that was a promise, though she silently knew Dutch probably wouldn’t let that comeuppance happen, as he hadn’t in all this time.  But still, it meant something that Arthur would say such a thing.

If only love was like a candle and she could simply blow that flame out, and be done with him, and be done with the hopes and the heartache.  But it wasn’t, and she suspected she’d waste more tears and hopes and anger on John Marston yet before it was all said and done.  But for now, she had a boy to raise, and she’d done it without John already.  She would find a way, somehow.

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Jay Gatsby

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You officially met Jay a while after he first saw and fell for you. You came from a relatively low class family and lived in tiny home with your parents; as most unmarried girls did. 

- It was out of sheer coincidence that Gatsby first saw you. Your fathers shop was a little ways away from a usual meeting place of his and you’d often sit under the awning when business was slow. He’d just been walking outside of said place when he glanced across the street and caught a glimpse of you, fanning yourself in the shade. 

- Even in the heat with your face flushed and/or damp and your hair a bit frazzled; you still looked angelic. There was a certain sweetness to you; an undeniable beauty to your face and a subdued grace to your demeanor. He found himself returning to the area in hopes of seeing you again; even when he had no business there. 

- Gatsby's never been very good with women; at least women he found extremely charming, so as much as he wished to, he was far too nervous to just walk over to you. But then he saw his way in.

- Nick Carraway, whom you greeted with familiarity as he stopped just as the entrance of your fathers shop to speak with you for a minute. You should have seen his awkward pacing outside of Nicks house before and as he arrived home, waiting to ask a favor of him; it really was quite adorable. 

- So Gatsby allows himself to ask Nick if he’d be able to help him in his endeavor and obviously his friend agreed. You’d known Nick for a good few months and had gotten quite friendly with him so when he telephoned your home and invited you over for tea, you didn’t think much of it. 

- What did surprise you was the fact that another, sharply dressed man arrived at the house a few moments after you had; a man Nick introduced as Jay Gatsby. He initially seemed somewhat constipated as the three of you sat together though you occasionally thought you’d seen him sneaking glances your way. Finally, Nick exclaimed that he had to take a quick trip into town and told you that he’d be right back, leaving you alone with the man in his living room.

- It was a bit awkward at first but then you’d mentioned the flowers; the ones he’d bought, and how you had a memory involving them or that you’d always wanted to see ones like it and that they didn't grow anywhere you lived. His face softened as you spoke and a smile spread across it, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you in absolute adoration. 

- In that moment, you reminded him of himself in a way. A penniless dreamer who was worth more than the life they were handed. It was like he was back in North Dakota looking at his younger self staring at the stars. 

- Nick “returns home” only to be excitedly invited by Gatsby to the castle that he calls a home; after you expressed interest in “one day seeing it”. Like any normal person would be, you were in awe of the place, and Gatsby was falling even more in love with you by the minute. 

- A day or so later, you’d gotten a knock at your door and lo and behold, it was one of Gatsby’s butlers, delivering to you a handwritten invitation to one of his parties like you were the queen of England. How could you refuse?

- You put on your best dress; though you still end up feeling severely underdressed the minute you get there, and call a cab. Gatsby lingered about and observed you for a bit before he asked the “old sport” (Nick) to bring you to him at the top of the stairs. 

- Soon enough you were smiling up at and greeting him kindly before  the two of you began to speak to each other. You spent the rest of the night, dancing, drinking, gushing to him about his party, and occasionally moving to more intimate settings for more personal conversation. 

- By the end of the night, you were quite smitten with him, and he’s obviously more than smitten with you. He’s called away on business as you’re leaving but he insists that you let one of his men drive you home and asks that you call him the next day, to which you agree without thinking.

- You call him at noon and his butler picks up, handing the phone to him after a moments wait. Jay eagerly gets on and says “how about you come over”, after which he tells you he’ll come to pick you up. 

- As you’re getting ready to leave, he speaks with your father and you can overhear him discussing business with the man. Later on, you’ll learn that he proposed that he could “help” your father with his shop which only made the man even more happy to let you spend time with the bachelor. 

- So, you spend the day with the man, exploring his home and swimming on his beach while being waited on hand and foot. You felt like an absolute princess for the first time in your life and the way he looked at you; the way every girl wanted to be looked at, was addicting. 

- You share your first kiss that day while the two of you are swimming. You’re both laughing and bobbing next to each other when you meet eyes, your laughter fading naturally and comfortably. He reaches out to brush the hair from your face and you let him, though his hand lingers on your cheek.

“I’d like to kiss you.” He says and it’s part statement and part question. 

- You inhale sharply and in a sort of high, flustered whisper, you say “then go on”, and he smiles before doing so, his chilled lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss; one that conveys just how much he’d grown to love you in one desperate action. 

- In that kiss is a promise; one that both of you recognize. The promise of a life spent happily by each others sides; the life he’d dreamed of since the moment he saw you. 

- He gives you as much affection in public as he can; mainly innocent things like soft kisses and gentle touches. He likes to treat you like a lady so he’s more reserved in his actions than his party guests are with their women.

- Handholding. He occasionally likes enveloping one of; or the two of, your hands in both of his while the two of you are sitting and talking; or just laying a hand on top of yours and lightly grasping it.

- Hugs from behind. He likes holding you close and resting his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling the side of his face against yours.

- Kisses pressed to your jaw, neck and shoulders; especially after he kisses your lips. You’re usually in a more intimate setting when he does.

- Forehead kisses no matter where you are.

- Sometimes, his kisses alone are enough to make you feel dizzy and weak in the knees. He’s a very passionate man when it comes to you.

- Laying your head in his lap. He’ll brush his fingers across your hair and back, and try his best to snuggle close to you whenever he can.

- Cuddling with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped wrapped you; he likes feeling your arm laying across his stomach or your hand resting on his chest. He also likes spooning you from behind and pressing kisses to your shoulder.

- Wearing his silky, expensive shirts in the mornings. He loves seeing you in them, there’s just something so charming about it to him.

- He’ll either just call you by your name or “darling”. He likes the sophisticated sound of it.

- Lots of photos. He’s got a scrapbook of the two of you; mostly you.

- Being introduced to a bunch of A-list celebrities. All you have to do is tell him that you like someone’s something and he can set up a lunch “date” for the two of you.

- The entire world couldn’t even compare to you in his eyes. You’re everything to him and he’s damn proud that you’re his girl.

- He can never get enough of you. No matter how long you’ve been together, he’ll always want to be close to your side.

- Beach dates. He’s got his own personal beach so why wouldn’t you use it?

- Boat, or rather Yacht, rides. Sometimes, the two of you will fall asleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms in one of the ships rooms during the warm summer days.

- Lounging in the sun or in the shade of his gardens. You’ve had quite a few picnics in his huge backyard.

- Gourmet dinners.

- Having tea together.

- Double dates with Nick and Jordan; or whatever girl he’s found himself getting involved with.

- Considering just how rich he is, he; most likely, has a theater room in his home so you can watch any film you’d like in the comfort of his arms. He certainly wouldn’t object to taking you to a broadway show either.

- Having everything you could ever want or ask for. He absolutely spoils you; it’s one of his favorite things to do.

- Going on drives.

- Since it’s the 1930s and because your family wasn’t exactly wealthy, you most likely don’t know how to drive and he found it quite fun to teach you. You spent a day clumsily drifting around the grounds of his home while he smiled and laughed.

- Getting to do everything men at the time did. If you want to experience something then god dammit, he’s going to let you!

- Everyone is aggressively nice to you because of who he is. You definitely have to get used to suddenly being treated like a Princess by just about everyone in town.

- Every once in a while, he convinces himself about certain things and once he does, nothing can change his mind about them. He has a lot of expectations; though they usually don’t affect you in a negative way.

- Dancing together. Could be at a party, could be when you’re alone, either way, he loves doing it with you.

- Sneaking away at parties. He enjoys the atmosphere and, to an extent, he throws them to keep up a good reputation with his associates, but he does prefer to just spend time with you when it really comes down to it.

- His lips taste like champagne a lot of the time; especially if you’re kissing at one of his parties.

- Being interrupted by business. You saw how incessant his “colleagues” can be, don’t be surprised when he gets called away from you; though he oftentimes tells them he’s busy if you’re doing something special.

- Exploring his home. He’s got more rooms than anyone could ever need and you constantly find yourself seeing new things whenever you take it upon yourself to travel through his mansion.

- Getting to hear his life story. At the beginning of your relationship, he chooses the best aspects of it and leaves out the questionable or less desirable parts. He’ll most likely tell you about those when you’ve been together longer.

- Your praise means the world to him. He only really thinks that your; and nicks, opinion of him truly matters. You can make his entire week by simply telling him that you’re proud of him.

- He loves when you express your feelings about him. He loves you more than life itself so those little comments about how you wish you could stay by his side constantly or how you wished you’d met him sooner really get to him.

- Every once in a while, he’ll really lose his temper on someone and you’ll assure him that you aren’t scared and try to help him relax. It’s in those moments that you realize how dangerous he can be, but from the way he can stop himself, you know he’s better then a lot of men.

- He’s always there for you whenever you need him, no matter the reasoning. He’ll speak quietly to you, whispering comforting words as he holds your face in his hands.

- Considering the fact that he can give you whatever you want and because you’re both so obviously in love, he rarely gets jealous. When he does, he just tries to keep a close eye on them or steer you away whenever he can.

- He’s incredibly protective of you, he’ll always jump to your defense; no matter who the person is, and do whatever he can to make sure you’re okay. He’ll sit outside of your house all night to make sure you’re okay if he has to.

- He’s got the police in his pocket and a dozen men that owe him favors so if you have a problem, he’ll be able to handle it; and he’ll do so selflessly if he has to.

- The two of you don’t fight very often, you don’t have a reason to. In those rare instances that you do, he remains relatively calm, perhaps giving a quick raise of his voice out of frustration before sighing, apologizing, and trying to explain more.

- He’s always quick to apologize, he hates when you’re upset with him so he’ll want to explain and have things be alright between you as quickly as possible. He’ll follow after you and do his best to smooth things over whenever he has to.

- He knows that he loves you and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from expressing it even if he tried. He adores whenever you tell him that you love it; it’s all he wants you to do.

- He has your entire future together already planned out. It’s very likely that he proposes to you fairly early into your relationship; and is a bit of a groomzilla during the wedding planning.

[hootcifer]

talking about toh | season two, episode seven: eda's requiem

this might be my favorite non-lumity episode so far.

previous | first | next as always, spoilers under the cut

the beginning

i love how eda has basically become a mom to luz, king, and even hooty. it's really sweet.

the point on the list for king needing to be checked for fleas is "check itchy boy". i thought that was funny.

just like amity, eda keeps a photo of her and luz at grom. i love that.

king is so eager to see his dad! it's honestly kinda sad. he does have a family, even before he knew he had a dad. but i also see why he'd want to meet his dad.

the plot

honestly, i thought luz and king were looking for king's dad. but nope, they were just practicing for the race.

return of the scroll thingies! we haven't seen those in a while. i think it's fun that eda's has wings. kinda like luz's phone case!

i knew i loved raine right off the bat (ha!). they're so cute right from the get-go.

aww, hooty's trying to help. he's a tad misguided, but they are trying. that counts for something, right?

it's so funny to me how eda appears to go to the bar regularly. girl needs to get her apple blood addiction sorted out.

there are a lot more wild witches than we thought. interesting.

i love the batts! their masks are awesome, and their intentions fit my attitude toward the coven system. they could disguise themselves better, though. regardless, can i join? i can sing! or i can try, at least.

eda and raine are so cute together. i have to say, i kinda ship them!

hey, the fanfiction girl returns! she's cool!

more young adult eda! she was so pretty!

raine's rhapsody is so pretty. i could fall asleep to it. i want to hear a full version.

i like the trope of the plan being narrated as it's being successfully carried out. usually when you hear the plan, it goes wrong. but it worked out this time.

"rainestorm" is an adorable nickname. i love nicknames that are a pun on the person's actual names. for example, my name is dakota and i sometimes go by koko, so my girlfriend calls me kokonut.

eda adopts kids wherever she goes. kinda like how luz gets adopted wherever she goes. like mother like daughter, eh?

hey, gus and his dad appeared! that's neat!

we got to formally meet two more coven heads! i don't really like darius, but eberwolf is cool.

i thought it was a neat detail that the ratworm from the most forgettable episode "once upon a swap" made a return. that was cool.

the way eda and raine act around each other reminds me of luz and amity. awww, are they their generation's lumity? because that's cute.

it was very clever of raine and eda to use eda's curse against their enemy. very creative.

eda and raine almost sacrificed themselves for their cause. i didn't think they actually would-- eda is a main character after all-- but it was very noble.

poor raine must have thought eda had gotten together with someone else and had kids. good thing that wasn't the truth, eh?

i love how, instead of quoting eda, raine just paraphrased what she'd said. i've never understood how some characters can remember things word-for-word.

it sucks that luz and king didn't win. oh well.

eda was so sweet to get king to stream his message to his dad. not only was it effective, but a sign that she's ready to let him go, if she has to. i hope she doesn't, though.

it was pretty cool seeing all the people watching the message, like in "young blood old souls". nice parallel.

willow has a little bed for her palisman!!! so cute!

amity made a brief appearance too!

KING'S DAD! he looks so cool!

i almost teared up when king changed his name to "king clawthorne". that's so adorable.

the ending

eber is a brat. i love them.

it looks like darius hates alador. maybe they were rivals? [vine voice] oh my god they were rivals.

i hate kikimora more and more every time i see her. she's like the shadow weaver of the owl house!

wow, the emperor's coven is lazy. they don't want to loook for a new bard coven leader? that's dumb.

poor raine! they're basically trapped until the day of unity. hopefully they can help when that happens...

predictions

hopefully we can meet king's dad! he looked really cool.

other than that, i have no idea what to expect. see y'all next week!

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Outnumbered

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, Dog Birth, Blood, Morning Dog Sickness Summary: You know what it is when my fic involves with puppy gifs. You have a dog who is Dodger’s best friend that turned into his mate. That’s right, you and your husband Chris found out that your dog is giving birth to a load of puppies and you don’t know what to do with them. You two have become outnumbered.

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“Dakota!” You call for your mix-breed husky, who was outside with Dodger. You see him pounces on her, trying to signal her as to he wanted to play with her. She barks and pounces on him, the two began to chase each other through the backyard in Los Angeles.

You wanted to take them out before you and Chris go out grocery shopping along with grabbing dinner. 

They seem to be playing than the bathroom. “Come on, sweet girl!” You call. Dakota snorts and dodges Dodger’s attack and rushes over to you. She squeeze through the sliding door and Dodger follows behind, huffing.

You slid the door close and followed them into the living room. Chris was grabbing his keys as he turned to the dogs, “Hey, buddy.” Chris kneels down and cups Dakota’s face. “Hey, Kota,” He says.

You smile at them and grabbed your phone, “Ready?” You asked. Chris stands up and nods, gripping his keys in hand, “Yeah,” He leans down to place a kiss on your lips before turning away to the door.

You gave one last glance towards the dogs and you both walked out. “You sure they’ll be okay?” You asked. Your dog was always a trouble maker with Dodger, when you and Chris had gotten Dakota, she was very hyper. She loved chewing your shoes and always propped herself on the counter, eating whatever she could.

It’s worse when she’s with Dodger. You from the start had to keep her in another room with toys and food.

Now, she was doing well, less chewing and being less of a hyper dog. Dodger would play with her, you two were happy to see him happy with another dog. They became best friends.

So, you got into Chris’s car and you drove to the store.

.

Just like a normal day, you gotten dog food, bathing supplies and a few goods from almost every aisle. Chris was grabbing beer for himself with a movie. He lifted it up to you with a grin, “Look what I found.”

You turn to see the movie in his hand, you grin, “You wanna watch Central Intelligence?” You asked. Chris nods, “Yeah, I heard it was a good movie. Besides we already have The Winter Soldier, that was my second choosing.” You shake your head and turned away, “Come on, put it in the cart.” Chris placed his things in the cart.

You paid for the things and headed out to his car. Chris helped you putting the groceries in the back. Giving you a quick kiss on your head, he closes the back of his car and you both headed to the front, sitting in your seats.

You were gone for about 30 minutes. You and Chris were driving back home. Dinner was brought back home and Chris carried the groceries while you handled the food.

You hear Dakota and Dodger bark at the door.

“We’re back, babies!” You say, walking in to see Dodger spinning in circles. Dakota had her tail wag very low usually if you’re scolding her. But she was happy. Her tail just seemed off. Dakota didn’t do anything bad during your absence which was good.

“All right, I’ll put the stuff away and you set the movie up,” He says, you hum as he kisses you again and walks over to the kitchen.

That night, it ended very well. 

.

Two weeks had passed and you were walking over to the kitchen. You noticed Dakota was following you very close. She peered up at you with love, she licks your bare calf as you reached for a coffee mug. “You love mama, do you?” You asked, she hears Dodger come by and he happily trots his way over to you and Dakota.

You look down to see Dakota lift up her flews and let out a low growl. Dodger’s tail lowers. “Kodabear, no,” You lower your hand under her chin and lifted it up, soothing her. “It’s okay, it’s just Dodger.”

Dakota looks back at Dodger and he slowly approaches her again. She gently licks his neck and turns away. You were somewhat confused and concern on what was going on with Dakota.

She wouldn’t growl at Dodger.

.

A week later, you were beginning to feed the dog’s. Pulling up their bowls to the counter, you filled it up with water and the other with dog food. About a cup and a half, you look over to see Dodger and Dakota peer up at you with delight. “You hungry?” You asked them.

Dodger barks lowly and spun. You placed the bowls on the ground and Dodger went straight in. Dakota on the other hand didn’t. She looked at her water bowl and licked it once, going over to the dog food, she sniffs it and looks up to you again.

“That’s all you’re getting,” You say, she uses her nose and nudges the bowl, tipping it over and spilling the food across the ground. “Dakota!” You softly scold, kneeling down to pick up the food.

She sniffed the food again and sat down. You groan, “What’s going on with you? I thought you loved this food? You want wet food?” You asked. And that’s what you did. You gave her wet food. Looking down at the can, Dakota sniffed it. You were leaning on the counter, waiting for her to eat.

Chris comes in, looking at you who was impatient. “What’s up?” He asked, he looked down to Dakota. “What? Is she not eating?” He asked. You sighed softly, watching your dog nudge the bowl once and gaze up at you.

“She didn’t want the dry food and she’s being a picky little dog.” Chris looks up to you with a blank expression, it confused you. “What?” You asked. Chris stared at you for a couple of seconds and finally shook his head, “Nothing.” He then left you in the kitchen with Dakota.

You didn’t have your coffee that morning now.

.

Week four, Dakota finally relieved you when she went back to eating. It was kind of odd how she was acting these weeks. She stood by you the whole day and night. She would growl or be less active around the house. 

Her growling would be towards Dodger and seconds later she’s loving him. On the couch, she growls when Chris pets her. Something was very off about your dog.

You and Chris thought she was having organ failures or something. It worried the hell out of you two. Chris finally chose the day to take her to the vet. Chris had her on a leash and took her up to the vet. You followed behind, nervously thinking how you would live without Dakota. 

She was a very good dog and you only had her for 2 years. Holding her close, you and Chris checked up at the desk and waited for a few minutes. You look down to Dakota and gently pet her. Chris then did it and she accepted it for a bit.

A nice woman walks out with a smile, “Dakota Evans?” She asked. You and Chris give her smiles and stood up, following her to one of the rooms. “I heard that Dakota was acting strange around the house, is that correct?”

Chris nods, “Yeah, we have another dog at home and she’s really good with him but nowadays she’s like growling or... growling at me. But with her, she’s fine,” Chris says, gesturing to you.

The woman nods, “She’s also a picky eater? What do you give her?”

Chris shrugs, “Regular dog food, she did have wet food but she just always tip the bowl over and stare.” The woman nods and writes things down. “How long has this been going on?”

You and Chris look at each other. “About 3, 4 weeks?” You said. She nods in response. “Okay, I want to check her real quick, run a few tests and I’ll be back to you guys in a few minutes. You wait here and I can take her with me.” Chris nods and hands her the leash.

The woman spoke softly to Dakota as she followed him. You and Chris sat in the smaller room. Few minutes in that room, Chris was staring at the dog and cat posters. He noticed your hands fidget with each other and he slips his hand between them, holding them. “It’s gonna be okay. She’s gonna be okay,” He reassures.

I shake my head, “I just don’t want to lose her.” Chris brings your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss to them. The door clicks and Dakota was the first to come in, rushing up to you. You and Chris coo at her. The woman smiles in a good way, holding the clipboard in hand.

You look up to her, “So?” You ask.

“Congratulations. Dakota’s pregnant.” Your face drops along with Chris, his smile is completely gone. “What?” You and Chris say in unison. The woman grins, “I’m guessing this was unplanned?”

You laugh in disbelief, “I thought Dodger was fixed, I-” You pause and glare at Chris. He tilts his head, giving you the ‘why you staring at me’ look. He smiles sheepishly, “Sorry?” He asked.

You hit him but not hard. “I thought you said he was fixed?”

“You can’t tell that he has his balls?” Chris turns to the doctor, “Sorry.” The woman chuckles. Chris takes your hands, “I’m sorry, I thought you knew. Why isn’t Dakota neutered?” He asked.

“Because I didn’t plan on it!” You said, rubbing your temples once you pulled them out of his hands. “Oh, my god...” You groan. You couldn’t handle another 7 puppies in the house. What was worse is that Chris loved puppies and he’s gonna want all of them in one house!

You shook your head, “Sorry, Dr. Lindsey, this is just big news to us and I don’t know what to do with these puppies.” The woman grins, “Well, there’s always people who would love to adopt one. We even do adoptions here. Give us a call if there are any problems. But I do have some things to say that is for Dakota.”

.

Onto week six and you were starting to give Dakota less food just like Dr. Lindsey had said. Dakota was at the foot of the bed, you and Chris were sleeping till a rough noise woke you up.

Oh no. “No, Dakota!” You jolt up from the bed causing Chris to as well, “What!” He says. You see Dakota gag and she began to throw up the contents in her stomach. “Oh no...” You moan, covering your face. Chris looks over, “Oh, gosh, she’s throwing up now?”

You rubbed your face and stood up. Cleaning the mess up and disposing it. Dakota seemed fine after it and she laid back down. You joined Chris back in bed and he pulled you into his chest. “I’m sorry,” He says.

You sigh, “It’s okay. It was bound to happen. I don’t know what to do with the puppies.”

“We’re keeping them-”

“Christopher Robert Evans, no we are not. We’re gonna be outnumbered.” Chris chuckles into your hair, “Once you see those puppies, you’ll want to keep them.” You roll your eyes at him.

You would never.

.

“I felt it again!” Chris says. You sighed softly as you set up the whelping box. Week Seven and Chris is feeling Dakota’s belly. Two more weeks, Dakota was about to give birth to seven pups and you weren’t ready.

Chris was more into feeling Dakota’s stomach for the past hour. Their kicks pushing in Dakota’s stomach. Chris announced Dakota’s pregnancy not too long ago when Dakota’s stomach began to swell. People freaked out and were trying to find out if you were keeping them.

Chris didn’t want to set them up for adoption. Imagine what people would be, taking a pup that was made by Chris and Y/N Evans dogs. Weird feeling in your gut. You knew your mother had wanted a dog in your hometown.

Maybe you wanted to give one to one of the cast. The ones with little kids would love to have puppies. But Chris didn’t want to give them away. That means more dogs, more food and more trouble.

You tried talking to him about the pups when they come. You hear Chris talk to Dodger.

“You’re gonna be a dad, buddy. You’re actually the first man in the family to be one. Such a lucky dude.” You grin as you finished setting up the box. “Okay, bring her over.” For the next weeks, you’ll have her separated from the father which Dodger did not like. He hated the separation.

You set her up in your bedroom, somewhere where she could be close to you guys.

Chris gently guided the sweet girl into the box and she immediately laid down in the bed. You close the gate and sighed. Chris’s arm comes around to pull you into his side as you both look at her. Dodger began to whine, peaking over the box.

“I know, bud. She’s gonna be in there till she has your puppies,” Chris says, Dodger looks up in sadness, whimpering. You pout and placed your hand on Chris’s chest, rubbing softly. 

“Just two more weeks,” You said, Chris looks down at you and grins. “I love you.” You look up to him and you grinned at him, “I love you, too.” He lowers his head to place a kiss on your lips. You, for a second, pulled away and kissed him harder than he did.

He took that as some sign and he held you close.

That day, you left Dodger in the bedroom with Dakota while you took the couch.

.

Your eighth week was normal as the rest, fed Dakota some food but she mostly laid on her side. You knew she would be uncomfortable through the last week. Chris was getting excited, he updated his family every day. He checked up on Dr. Lindsey, saying we were doing good.

You were feeling her belly, feeling the small kicks that happened every second. You laughed at her reactions. Her legs kicked and her eyes wide, knowing something was growing inside of her.

You were ready.

Dakota wasn’t.

But you had confidence in her. You spoken to her on how she’d be the best mother these pups would have, along with Dodger. You scolded her jokingly, saying she allowed her lady parts to a best friend. Saying they were friends with benefits.

Dakota wagged her tail as you rubbed her belly, gently. She gave you lazy kisses as well. She now knew she was ready.

.

“SHIT!!” You screamed, pacing around the house, Chris was laughing while Dodger was barking at the loud thuds. Dakota was anxiously pacing around, licking and scratching up her bed. Chris had set up blankets in the box with her, it was big enough for him to fit with her. “Y/N, calm down,” Chris says.

“What are we gonna do? How are we gonna take care of them? How many boys? How many girls? Oh, my gosh! Dodger, you could’ve just kept your private to yourself!” You shout, Chris shakes his head with a grin as he sees Dakota pace around.

“I know, I know, sweet girl. It’s gonna happen. She was heavy breathing, it had been going on for a few hours. Chris watched Dakota carefully. She then jolts up and Chris jumps, “Oh.”

“What?”

Chris lowers his head to look at her, “Her water broke.”

“AH!” You shout. Chris gently tells Dakota to lay down as she paces around, whining. Dodger was whining as well. You came over and saw Dakota on her back. “That’s a sign that she’s on the urge, Chris,” You said. Dakota curls up in her bed and you see her began to push.

“Oh, gosh, it’s happening!” You look away as Chris scoots over, gently petting her. “Good, girl,” He says. You turn back and gotten serious. “Okay, okay...” You slipped on rubber gloves and joined in the box.

You and Chris both encouraging her. You gasp, “There’s a head!” Chris reaches over and grabs a small towel. “She’ll clean the pup on her own, let her do her own thing and we’ll dry the puppy fully off.”

You nod, “One big push, Dakota.” Dakota’s leg lifts up and the puppy comes out. She immediately began to clean the puppy. “Good girl!” You and Chris say. Dodger barks.

After you cut the umbilical cord, you took the puppy in the towel and began to dry it off. “Look at its fur, it’s gorgeous.” The puppies back was a spinal trail of dark fur, the rest was white and tan color similar to Dodgers fur. 

Chris lifts up her tail, “It might take another six hours so we just have to stay for a bit.” You nod gently rubbing the puppy before looking at it. “It’s a boy,” You say, showing it to Dakota. “Look it, it’s your baby.”

She gently licks it and you placed it in a blanket that was bowl like, having them there for Dakota to see. It began to squeal and you pout, “Oh... baby...” Chris smiles and waited for the next puppy to arrive.

.

Six.

Six hours of waiting and retrieving puppies. Dakota had six puppies. Their furs were unique. Some had light fur, brown, white and tan. One looked like Dodger and another looked like Dakota. 3 girls and 3 boys. You hadn’t found out names. 

It was too much to start getting attached to them by naming them and have them leave with a different one. 

Chris named them anyway. He also bought these color velcro collars that are used for puppies. He sort them by color. “Are you gonna tell me their names?” You asked.

Chris laughs, “Well, the blue one, is Steve. The red one is Tony-”

“You did not just name them after your co-stars.” Chris laughs, “Hold on, hold on! The grey one is Thor. The pink one is Rose, the purple one is Natasha and the yellow one is Chloe.”

You laugh, “You need to work on your names.” Chris smiles, “What, took me this whole birth to plan the names!” He says. You smiled as you watched all six puppies suck on Dakota like vampires. Them squirming place as they whine. 

Dodger brought your guys attention.

“Oh, Dodge, you’re not supposed to see them for another 4 weeks,” Chris says. Dodger barks. Chris nods, “I know it’s not fair, buddy. You’ll see them.” You turn to Chris and grinned, laying your head on his shoulder. His arm comes around and pulls you to his side.

“This was a tough day,” Chris says, you nod, “I’m not letting your dog knock up my dog ever again.” Chris laughs and rubs your shoulder. “This would be a family I wouldn’t mind having... as long as I have you and the dogs. I’m living a dream.”

You pause for a moment before accepting it with a grin.

.

4 weeks later, your puppies are walking. Oh man. It was the day, Dodger was able to meet his puppies for the first time. You on the other hand had other plans for the day. But you stood in the box with Dakota as Chris held Dodger back. “Okay, you be nice to them, bud. They’re still babies, treat them as your babies. K, bud?” 

Dodger whines in response and Chris opens the gate for Dodger to come in. The puppies surrounded you and they look over to Dodger. Their father began to sniff them carefully, the puppies already started pouncing towards him. Chris dies in cuteness. 

Some of the pups are yipping as usual, Dodger does his little play position and the puppies throw their paws at his legs and face. Dodger playfully opens his mouth, being gentle around them.

Your heart warmed at the sight. “He loves them.” Chris laughs, “They do. So does he.” Giving Dodger a few more minutes with them, he gave Dakota a small lick on her head before leaving.

You stood outside the box and grinned, “I have something for you and the pups,” You said. Chris furrows his brows, “What? Outfits?”

“Yeah,” You said. Chris walks over to where you pointed and he digs in the bag. “When did you go out?” He asked. You peered up at him with a small grin. “When I got the signs,” Was all you said.

The shuffling from the bag stops and Chris looks over to you in shock. “No way.” You grin at him, hands behind your back. Chris pulls out the outfit and shows it to you.

It was a custom outfit you made.

Captain’s Little Soldier.

He looks up to you again, “We’re pregnant?” You nod. Chris shakes his head, “Not Dakota, us?” He asks. You laugh, “Yes! Come here!” He grips the outfit in his hand and rushes over to pull you in a tight hug.

His face in your neck as he shakes his head, “I can’t believe this.” He pulls away and you reach up to swipe the tears away from his cheeks. “Don’t cry, you gonna make me cry,” You said.

Chris chuckles, “I’m sorry. I just wanted this.” You nod, reaching to stroke the side of his head. “I know and now you got it.” You hear him sniffle and you pouted at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” He says. He pulled you back in the hug, lifting you up in his arms. You laugh lightly in his neck. “So what about the puppies?”

“We’re keeping them-”

“How many times do I have to-?” You sighed, rubbing his shoulders. You couldn’t deny their amount of cuteness and have them leave this house. You shook your head.

“Okay, fine. We’ll keep them.”

~~~

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Dean pushes Sam into the bathroom, after what feels like a day of questioning and caution and Dean being withholding—he's so bad at it, Sam doesn't know why he even tries—and Bobby avoiding Sam's eyes—and Sam'll figure that out, eventually—but it's really only four in the afternoon, and he's got food in his belly for the first time in what feels like a week but he's assured is a year, and he's had a beer and a cup of coffee and Dean's squeezed his arm, on his bicep just above the bend of his elbow, and looked into his eyes for a full heart-rich moment when Bobby was on the phone in the kitchen and couldn't see—and they didn't do anything, of course they didn't, not in Bobby's house, but Sam closed the door behind himself with that look thick in his head, the knowing that Dean was safe and okay and that Lucifer didn't hurt him—that everyone was okay, that what he'd done by jumping into the cage had worked when he hadn't been sure, not at all, that it would—and he still doesn't really know how he got out but he'll get that out of Dean eventually—and he turns on the shower and smiles at the rickety jump of the hot water because, holy shit, he's alive to suffer Bobby's godawful shower—and he pulls the shirt off over his head, and unbuttons his jeans, and fishes in his pocket for his phone and his wallet like he always does—and finds a new phone that he doesn't recognize, which makes him frown, a wallet that he does, and—the amulet.

The air goes out of him. The shower's guttering down, getting warm at last. He hears Dean's voice through the door, saying something to Bobby although Sam doesn't know what. Sam twines the leather cord around his fingers and crushes the little metal head in his palm, standing there in his socks and boxers. He didn't lose it. Somehow he—hadn't thought about it, until now, but now that he has he just—assumed it'd be gone. He's not in the same clothes he was wearing before he fell, so—did Dean—? He doesn't know and in this second doesn't care. He brings his closed fist up to his mouth, the cord thin and worn against his lips. He breathes in, slow.

The last time he held it in his hand was—Detroit. Milkjugs of blood sitting in the trunk. Dean—somewhere, talking to Cas maybe, and Sam alone, and Sam was alone a lot then. It feels like yesterday. He'd felt distant somehow. Even if Dean had forgiven him, or at least had been willing to try to forgive him. Ever since the second he'd made the decision to say yes, and decided to make Dean agree, it was like he'd been one step outside his life, looking in. Watching Dean try to accept it and knowing Dean never would. Watching Dean, with his hands in his pockets, and his hand curled so hard around the amulet that the horned edge had actually cut into his palm and he'd bled, inside his jeans. Not minding that and squeezing it tighter. Reminding himself why what he was doing mattered so he wouldn't falter. He wasn't going to falter.

Lucifer had healed that little wound without even acknowledging it. Sam remembers that if nothing else. He opens his hand and he's made sore white marks where the edges of the demon-head have cut into his palm. The shower hisses, next to him, and there's a thump of the side of a fist against the door—"Hey, princess, don't take forever on the primping," Dean says, muffled, the idiot—christ, Sam loves him.

He looks up at the door, startled. Creak of floorboards outside, like Dean's just standing there. Sam blinks at the peeled paint, and calls back, "Dude, it's my first shower in a year, hold your horses," and Dean says, "Yeah, yeah," and Sam closes his hand around the amulet again, his chest—thick. He can't take a full breath. He stoops, and loops the amulet cord around itself three times, four, and tucks it back down into the deepest corner of the pocket of his jeans. He crouches there for a second, feeling—feeling. The steam in the air curls against his skin. He has to stand up. Take the shower, get into fresh clothes, get back out into the house, figure things out. Figure where the world is, after a year without him in it. He crouches there, instead, taking in air. There's a little spot on his jeans, he realizes. Worn, nearly white, where something's made a space for itself. You wouldn't notice the difference, if you saw it every day, but with a jump of time between the last time he wore these jeans and now—it's obvious.

*

Of course it was longer than a year. Of course there were things Dean didn't tell him. Soulless, Sam thinks, trying the word out by himself, when Castiel's left and Sam's waiting for Dean to get back with the sword. Soulless. Not—a good thing to be. He's pretty sure.

Things that are described as soulless: corporations, governments. His comparative philosophy professor in junior year. Soulless due to lack of consideration, due to lacking character, due to—what? Indifference. Cruelty.

When they got to Portland, Dean picked the motel by turning into a random parking lot off the highway, and Sam hauled most of their bags in because he could tell Dean was tired after all the driving, and he'd barely made it through blinking at the one king bed before the door slammed behind Dean and Dean hauled him around by the jacket and gripped his shirt and said low and fervent, Sammy, if you don't want to you're gonna have to knock me out, and Sam dropped the bags right there in the entrance and got his hand on Dean's face and dragged his thumb soft over Dean's pretty lower lip and felt how Dean tensed, and then how the tension spilled out of him like water.

He doesn't get it. He walked around, he was told, without a soul, for a year. More than a year. Castiel was very precise about it. He'd left Dean with Lisa and found his grandfather, instead—his grandfather!—and he'd hunted. When they came to Dean it was by accident, Castiel said, and then when Dean had started hunting with Sam it had seemed to be for convenience, rather than something that meant—anything. Shifters, alphas. Vampires. Castiel knew all of it and told Sam earnestly, not judging. Sam had tried to kill Bobby but it was all right, Castiel said, because Dean had gotten so fearful and sick that he'd let himself die, to speak to Death, to make Sam right. He would have died, if Sam hadn't gotten right. It had been worth that. It had been that bad.

There's a text, from Dean. Sorta got the sword. Back in 8 hrs. Want any sourdough?

Sorta? Sam chews his lip. Just the dragon-killing magic weapon, thanks, he texts back, and Dean texts him a :) and Sam puts down his phone and stands up from the table and wants to vomit. Jesus christ. Soulless, he thinks, again, and pulls the amulet out of his pocket, winding the cord around his knuckles, staring at it.

He kept it. Somehow, some way. A year and more. From however he got spit out of the cage, from looking at Dean and choosing to turn away from him, to having Dean back and treating him like—he shudders. His indifferent callous body, carving an efficient line through the world. Sam wants to remember and doesn't. He does want to know what the exact moment was like, when he stuck his hand in his pocket standing on a street under a flickering lamp, watching Dean through a window like a damn pervert, and felt the amulet skin-warmed and heavy against his skin, and thought—what?

He puts it back in his pocket. Eight hours, until Dean gets back. Sam drags his hand over his mouth. When he shifts he can feel it—a little, nagging weight, pressed against his thigh. A year and a half of that with no reason to keep it. With all the reason in the fucking world to keep it. He blows out air until his chest is empty. Eight hours. He'd better have something to show for it. He gets to work.

*

He remembers, of course, later. Fractured, incomplete. Three selves' memories colliding and sleepless nights with a monster whispering in his ear. He curls on his side in a too-warm bed and watches Dean, curled beside him, sleeping. Frowning in his sleep. Lucifer says, though Sam ignores him, "Imagine how much easier he'd have had it at Lisa's, right? Bet she wore sweet little nightgowns, too. Where's yours, Sammy?"

In the cage he hadn't worn the amulet around his neck, not like he had in the year of Dean's absence. Lucifer didn't allow that. Sometimes he would crouch alone in the dark while Lucifer and Michael fought and he'd get space to breathe although breathing there always felt like the coldest depth of a North Dakota January. Shards of ice in his throat. The air thin. The air, of course, not real, but no matter how much Sam's conscious brain tries to rationalize when he has a moment to think, the cage isn't a place for rationality. Lucifer throttles him and Sam knows distantly that his lungs aren't real but he chokes anyway. He chokes. The air whittled thin in his throat and the edges of his vision vignetting to black, to sparkle-shot oxygenless, uncertain—

He turns his head, gasps deep. "Aw, thought I had you there," he hears, and turns fully onto his back, and they didn't bother undressing tonight before Dean crashed miserably into the mattress so he's still got his jeans on, and he shoves his hand into his pocket and wraps his hand around the amulet and squeezes so hard the horned heavy edges tear into his thin unhealed skin and the pain—god, the pain, piercing, cleansing.

It hurts. The room's quiet, except for the rattle of the heater under the window. Dean's breath, at his side. Not quite a snore. Sam's bleeding. He can feel the bandage getting wet. He curls his hand tighter and fumbles in the dark. A hitch—Dean's baby snore, interrupted—and Sam goes shh, as soft as he physically can, and Dean huffs and turns over and puts his face on Sam's shoulder, and Sam squeezes his hip through his jeans very gently, settling down. Lucifer will be back, he knows. When it's worst. When he thinks he's nearly fallen asleep. When Dean wakes up, in the pre-dawn because he has to piss, and he leans in first and kisses Sam's jaw, rough and sleepy with his breath rank, when Sam loves him just—the absolute most—Lucifer will ruin it. Even if Sam knows it isn't real it's as predictable as it is gutting.

He pulls his fist out of his pocket, amulet included. Dean won't wake for—what time is it?—hours. He turns his head toward Dean's, presses his lips against the warmth of his hair. He settles his fist on his chest. If the blood spills—well, it won't be the first time Sam's lost a shirt to blood.

*

Taking the amulet out of the trash wasn't a decision, when he did it. When animals are cornered their lashing out is survival, nothing else. He kept it because—he had to keep it. It wasn't possible that it be left where it was. An indifferent housekeeper dumping it into the mixed refuse of a half-dozen rooms; a trip to a dumpster, and then a dump, to be lost. No.

They had—

Sam knew it didn't matter in the face of what came later but he still felt it. That day. Vermont, autumn. The leaves dark red in the setting sun, or red just because they were. Immaterial, with Dean's back against the tree and his face tipped up to Sam's. Shocked. Sam's fingers on his jaw and then trailing down his throat, hooking into the cord of the amulet and pulling, down, to the demon-head, and Dean letting that tiny insignificant weight tip him forward so he met Sam's mouth when Sam offered it. The bodywarm of it against Sam's thumb when Dean's lips touched his, and how his hand closed into a fist on instinct, shocked too.

Whatever betrayals had come later. Whatever misunderstandings and miseries. There was still that day, and all the days before. This solid thing that had marked Dean as Sam's brother, for all the months and years marching all the way back to that stupid, shitty Christmas morning, five a.m. cold and disappointing, and Sam making the first decision that was really his own that he'd ever made. Handing over the shitty little packet of a gift he hadn't picked, and Dean looking at him with this—rare, uncertain happiness. Not willing to take it, in case it'd be snatched away like everything else had been.

Maybe that hadn't been a decision either, in retrospect. It was Sam's first day, in a hunted life that wasn't one he'd chosen, and maybe that was just instinct. Looping something around Dean's throat and saying, please. Dean had taken it. Said yes. Tossing it in the trash, later—well, Sam didn't blame him, but and he understood if the yes was retracted, but—Sam couldn't let it go. Even if he was the only one who remembered. Even if, ever after, even if they hurt each other and found each other again and circled each other like twin stars in an uncertain orbit—even if they met, in a dark room, and Dean said to him soft and sorry, Sammy, I swear, and Sam dragged Dean's body over the top of his and took the weight and feel of him like a payment, due—even then. He kept the damn thing, quiet, and his.

It didn't even register, after a while. It transferred from jeans to duffle to backpack to jacket. Part of the morning pat-check, unthinking unless something was missing: phone wallet amulet keys. Amelia never asked about it. Gadreel never interfered with it. When Dean was a demon Sam got up every morning in an empty bed and took a shower and carefully lifted his sling over his head and being ready for the day meant sling wallet keys amulet phone list of contacts he hadn't burned through yet and it just—felt like part of him. He thought about it as much as he thought about his lung.

On the day that Dean almost killed him Sam got dressed without thinking because there were more important things than thinking, and he put on jeans and he put on his boots and he put on shirt, shirt, jacket, and he dragged his hand through his hair instead of combing it, and he put in his pockets keys phone amulet wallet and he stood there, then, in the total quiet of the bunker, and took the amulet back out of his pocket. He looked at it in his palm. Small, heavy. The cord looping back over his knuckles. Dean had had to get new ones, he remembered. The leather ones kept wearing through, because Dean wore it every second: sleeping, waking, in the shower. When they were in bed, and Sam folded Dean in close against his chest, and Dean's lips brushed his jaw, and Sam slipped careful fingers under the cord, worrying at it. If only he'd known, then, the things he had to worry about.

He put the amulet back in his pocket. He went to Dean's room, in the bunker, and found the pictures Dean didn't keep very well hidden, and flicked past the ones of them together until he found the one of their mother. That, maybe. That would work. It wasn't fair, that day, to try to pretend anything else would, and as far as what mattered more to Sam—that was his problem, he thought, and nothing that needed to bother Dean. It was important, he thought, to be realistic.

*

"Give us a minute," Dean says.

"Dean," Sam says, appalled.

Chuck—Chuck? Jesus christ—jesus christ! Sam thinks. Chuck looks entertained, standing there in his sneakers—his Chucks! Jesus christ!—and his jeans and his simple short body and how he's—he's—

"Dude, seriously," Dean says, impatient, and Chuck raises his hands like surrender and says, "Hey, no, I get it! You've got stuff to talk about! Just say my name when you're ready, we've got all the time in the world, I'm sure my sister isn't planning the imminent destruction of all creation," and he winks, and then—disappears, jesus christ because Chuck is GOD—

"Sammy," Dean says, firm.

"Dean," Sam says back, immediately, "what are you doing—holy shit, do you realize—"

"Sam," Dean says, in a different tone, and Sam's gut jolts, hooked. Diverted.

The bunker, quiet around them. They're in the map room and the lights are all on full, bright and warm. Dean's looking at him and Sam—they've been good, it's been good, for months and months—the best it's ever been, even better than those first heady days when they were learning each other, young and reckless—and even with all that, Sam's nervous, somehow.

"How you doing, Sammy," Dean says, eyes narrow.

Sam lets out a sharp breath.

Dean seems surprised at the lack of answer and his chin tips up. He looks at Sam steadily. Sam doesn't know what he's supposed to say and so stays silent, and Dean keeps looking at him and then slides his hand into his pocket, and pulls out—of course.

He holds it low, in front of himself, dangling from two fingers. The heavy pendulum sway. Dean's eyes are low, fixed on it, but Sam's watching Dean's face.

There are obvious things to say that Dean doesn't say and Sam's grateful for it. "You took the other one," is what Dean says, and he doesn't look up to see Sam frown confusion but he must sense it, somehow, because he continues: "From that—jesus, Sam. From that play, that the girls put on. When I came out to the car the next morning it was gone. Doesn't seem fair. You got the prop and the real thing, both."

"Sorry," Sam says, and Dean says, "Christ," and takes the three long steps across the room to where Sam's got his back to a pillar and kisses him. Sam takes it, breathing in. Not soft, not that giving sweet that Dean can be, but it's Dean's mouth and therefore it's a miracle, every time.

Dean pulls back. His brow rolls against Sam's, brief, and then he sets down from where he lifted up on his toes, and he looks at Sam from six inches, their hips pressed together. The amulet swings against Sam's stomach, from where Dean's hands are fisted on his sternum.

"Sammy," Dean says, and Sam takes a deep breath and says, "I didn't mean to keep it—secret."

It's a lie and a bad one. He doesn't know why he said it that way but he doesn't know a truer one. He didn't—make a decision about it. It was just that…

Dean doesn't call him on it. "You said," he starts, and then his cheek sucks in on one side. Sam notices for the first time how tired his eyes are. It was a long day. The fog and the people they couldn't save. He folds one hand over one of Dean's, pressed against his chest, and Dean's eyes dip, and maybe that makes it easy enough because Dean says, "Sam, I wouldn't choose her."

Sam takes a deep breath. Their hands rise, all knotted together. Dean says, "It kills me, Sammy. That you think I'd—but I wouldn't. If it were any choice, if I could—make it how I wanted it to be. I wouldn't, not fuckin' once," and Sam says, "I know," just to stop Dean from talking, with his voice thickening up that way.

God's somewhere, waiting in the wings. Sam doesn't give a shit, anymore. Dean's mouth turns up at one corner but it's not happy, and Sam slides his free hand up Dean's side, gripping through his jacket, trying. However he knows how to try. "I know," he says, again, because—christ, he does. That nasty awful fog doesn't get to take this from him. "Dean, I told you before. Whatever she makes you—think, or do. I got it. I can handle it."

Dean bites his lips between his teeth and he looks down. His thumb catches the swinging cord of the amulet. "You know," Dean says, echoing. A question, buried down in it.

He hasn’t said it, specifically, out loud or internally or even when he prayed, back when he thought that praying was something that mattered, but: Sam hates Amara. Hates every aspect of her, baby to adult to imagined vision to physical manifestation to the haunted look, in Dean's eye, when he thinks Sam isn't looking. Hates how she makes Dean doubt. Hates how she makes Dean afraid. Hates every fragment of her that draws Dean's attention away, makes him look into the shadows of the room, makes him weak and afraid of his own weakness. In their bed at night Dean lays awake and Sam is awake with him and he thinks—how can he prove it? How can he show Dean how much he wants to take this burden away—to make it so the darkness is nothing that could come between them?

"Sam," Dean says. "You're…"

Nothing goes there. What could? Sam slides his hand from Dean's side up to the back of Dean's neck, cupping his skull, holding. He ducks his head. His temple against Dean's temple, Dean's breath against his throat. He closes his eyes and reaches and finds the amulet, dangling, on his first try. Luck. He gathers it into his palm and knocks Dean's fist open and closes their hands together, fisted around the sharp little weight of it. Any other day Dean would make a crack about holding hands.

Sam says, "I kept it because I wanted you. It wasn't your fault that things went bad. Or, I don't know. Half yours and half mine. Or maybe it was destiny's fault—fate, or something. It doesn't matter. What mattered was—how you stuck with me. How we—figured it out, every time. No matter how crappy it got, or how much we didn't trust each other, or… Because it's us, right? Every time. It's us, no matter what. I knew that on days I didn't know anything else. Nothing's going to take that away. Not the Darkness. Not God."

True. Dean's temple tips, against his. Their stubble drags together. "Not even the big guy, huh?" he says. Frail. "Seem pretty sure of yourself, there."

"I am," Sam says, not joking, and hears the breath Dean takes in. He squeezes their hands together, squeezes the back of Dean's neck.

"Shit," Dean says, and lets out a fraction of a laugh. "I wish I..."

He shakes his head, tipping away from Sam. Sam looks at his profile. The sweep of his eyelashes. His nose, with the little broken tilt. His jaw, squared. Sam bites the inside of his cheek and then lets go of Dean's neck, and folds their hands together all in a square—Dean's hand over Sam's over Dean's over Sam's—and when he unfolds them the amulet's caught in Dean's palm, and Sam folds his fingers over Dean's fist and pushes it, down, tucking it neat into Dean's jacket pocket. Dean blinks at him.

"I don't need a reminder," Sam says. Echo of something that feels like forever ago, surprisingly—now—true. "I'll be right here. No matter what. I swear."

He lets go of Dean's fist and slides up his arm, holding his shoulder instead. Dean looks back and forth between his eyes. "Thank you, Sam," he says, serious.

Sam nods. Dean looks up into his eyes, and then at his mouth, and when he leans for the kiss Sam responds simply, holding him and trying to say—everything there is to say. There could never be enough time, to say all there is to say.

Dean pulls back, after a few seconds. Not nearly enough. Their noses brush together and Dean's hands are on his chest, heavy. The amulet in his pocket. Where it belongs, Sam thinks, but it doesn't—matter, the same way it did before. It's not tying Dean to him; it's not a relic of a promise, broken and then kept. He touches Dean's jaw, with his thumb, and Dean sighs against him.

"Guess we should call him back," Dean says. "You think he knows we totally made out just now?"

Sam groans, and pushes Dean away, and catches him smiling. "You're totally going to hell," he says, and Dean winks at him, and turns away, and calls out, "Yo, Chuck!" like he's calling the literal creator for a dinner of hot wings, and Sam would despair but Dean's hand is in his pocket, and—well, they're okay, so. It's okay.

[fearfully-fiction]

One of the other boys likes you-Alex Schroeder x Reader

word count:3476

Warnings: fluff, sadness of course. I think that’s it! 

Summary: “One of the other boys likes you” in this case: Tanner loves you while you’re with Alex.

ok, so in this one, the reader gets the 18th floor as their sleeping arrangement and Chelsea gets somewhere else. Just wanted to let you know! Also, I know this is out of order and early but, I love you guys and wanted you to have it early! I love you to the moon and to Saturn!

-M.G.

(gif not mine!)

Waking up on the day of your stay at the Statler was nerve-racking, after hearing about all of the accounts, and not being able to sleep with all of the thoughts running through your mind. So there you were sitting next to Alex with bleary eyes trying to keep yourself from just falling against him and crashing out. Everyone could tell that you were exhausted and it worried them a bit, but they knew you would pull through, you always did. You just needed some coffee, and the day to start instead of just sitting where you were trying to keep your eyes open. 

Alex looked over at you and lifted his arm, inviting you to curl up beside him and that is exactly what you did. You looked up at your boyfriend and smiled sleepily, he grinned before leaning down to press a short kiss on your lips then making sure to place one on your nose as well. You sighed in content before letting yourself relax into his hold. Just as Tanner walked into the front of the RV he noticed you and Alex and his heart sunk. He had been in love with you since high school, but you were his best friend and the first person you told that you were dating Alex after loving him for so long. His heart was immediately crushed at the news he got back in Junior year. Seeing you with him now, even more in love than before, was incredibly difficult for him. 

Instead of sitting on the couch, he sat at the table trying his best to not think about it anymore. “Are you guys ready for The Statler?” Dakota asked. “Um, no,” Chelsea said and Dakota grinned. 

“Tanner? You ready?” he asked him, “To be honest, I’m excited but honestly I’m scared too.” he expressed and Dakota nodded. Alex looked down at you and smiled at how sweet you looked fast asleep next to him. He looked back up when he heard Dakota ask him if he was ready. “No, not really, and I’m sure she’s not either,” he said and once again glanced down at you. “Yeah she looks exhausted, poor thing,” Chelsea said. “She had a hard time sleeping last night, the whole packet read put her on edge pretty badly,” Alex said. “It was a tough one this time,” Dakota said. “I think we should really keep an eye on her tonight,” Alex spoke up again. Tanner nodded his head in agreement. “I think that would be the best idea,” he said. 

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You had been gently shaken awake by your boyfriend who placed a kiss on your cheek when he saw your eyes begin to flutter open. You looked at him groggily and smiled. “Hi,” you mumbled sleepily. “Hey babe,” he said and smiled right back at you. You turned to face everyone to see they all had their cameras out and so you immediately tried to rub the sleep from your eyes and grabbed your camera. “Crap, I’m so sorry guys.” you apologized quickly. “Don’t be sorry, you were exhausted, we’re just glad you got some sleep before tonight,” Tanner said and smiled brightly at you. You smiled back, still with sleep lingering on your features. He couldn’t help but admire you like that, he wanted so badly to wake up to those sleepy eyes and lazy smile. While Alex held the camera with both hands you placed one of yours on his leg comfortingly tracing small patterns. It was always a sweet gesture you made and it never failed to make Alex smile, and Tanner wish he was in his place. 

“Okay. we are back on the road. Now we are going to a coffee shop. We’re gonna meet with a lady named Kristie. She is a paranormal investigator, a psychic, and she’s been to the Statler many times.” Dakota explained to everyone what was going to happen that day. You nodded your head in understanding. “Oh, nice,” Tanner said. “Yeah,” Dakota agreed. “I’m excited to see what she has to say.” you said, “It’s definitely gonna be interesting,” Dakota said. 

“How are you guys feeling, like, rest-wise?” he asked and you chuckled knowing you had just woken up. “I’m definitely under the weather,” Tanner said and your eyes widened a bit. “Yeah?” Dakota asked. “100% under the weather,” he reaffirmed. You had worry clouding your eyes. You got up from your spot instantly to sit next to Dakota across from Tanner so you could reach over and feel for a temperature. He chuckled at your motherly actions. “No, this isn’t funny. Are you ok? Do you need anything?” you asked with your brows furrowed in concern. He grabbed your hand gently and just held it for a second before setting it down. “I don’t need anything right now ok. Really,” he told you. You looked at him skeptically. “You, swear to tell me if anything changes.” you pointed a finger at him. Everybody chuckled, and he nodded his head. “I swear,” he said and you nodded your head. You leaned back in your seat, still next to Dakota not wanting to be too far from your best friend in case he needed you at all. Alex looked at you with a big smile, you could see how much he loved you just from the way he looked at you and smiled when you did things like what you did with Tanner just then. He loved how loving you were. 

You were like that the rest of the day for him, you even offered to go to the hospital with him, but he literally had to tell you no. Were you upset about not getting to go with him because of how worried you were? Yes. Yes, you were. 

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You all got back to the RV after speaking with Kristie and your mind kept wandering to if Tanner was ok or not. Alex could see the worry etched across your face and pulled you close to him. You buried your face in his chest and sighed heavily. “Al, I’m worried,” you told your boyfriend. He could hear the crack in your voice. You had always gotten emotional when the people you loved weren’t at their best, it made you worry and jump to conclusions. 

He pulled you away from him a bit so he could wipe a few stray tears from your face. “Baby, he’ll be ok.” Alex comforted you. You looked up at him with glistening eyes and a trembling bottom lip, he placed a hand on your cheek and rested his forehead against yours. “Everything will be ok. He’ll be ok,” he said and pressed a kiss on your lips shortly before moving away to let you completely tuck yourself beside him on the small couch. “I just want- I just want him to feel better you know. I hate seeing any of you guys feeling bad like that, cause I can’t just fix it, I can’t make it go away, I can’t make it better,” you explained as you reached over to hold his hand tightly. Chelsea and Dakota looked over at you and sighed. It was in times like these that they came to realize just how much you loved and cared for them. 

Each of you had your cameras out, and the day had begun to settle into a softer evening now. 

“I haven’t heard anything from Tanner yet. He’s not answering his phone or anything.” Dakota said and your hand instantly reached out to find Alex’s. Though he was holding the camera he managed as always to hold your hand tightly, while using the other to help steady the camera. 

“I have a bad feeling about this, but, I’m hoping he’s gonna be able to make it tonight but…” Chelsea trailed off. “I can’t even imagine not having him with us tonight,” you stated, and everyone nodded in agreement.

“We have to have him, he can’t miss this one. This is the biggest location we’re going to.” Dakota said. “And there’s a chance that he still might come with us right?” Chelsea asked her brother. “Yeah, I still think it’s a 50/50. I don’t really know.” Dakota said. You took a deep breath, and Alex had begun to notice the grip on his hand was so tight. He picked up your hand and placed a kiss on it soothingly. You looked over at him and smiled softly knowing that Alex was there for you. 

The sound of a car pulling up quickly drew your attention to the window. “I think that’s him,” Dakota said. You immediately sat up straighter and tried to get a good look out the window, your boyfriend also had to get up and maneuver around to get a good shot out the window. You chuckled a bit at his actions and he looked down at you quickly and smiled at the small giggle that escaped you. 

“He doesn’t look good,” Dakota said. “I’m just glad that he’s out of the hospital,” you said and Chelsea agreed with you. “He does not look happy,” Dakota said. 

He walked through the door and immediately you were up to greet him. Your arms were around him tightly, and he reciprocated just the same. Seeing how much you cared for him made his heartbeat even faster every time you showed that love and affection. He knew it would only ever be platonic to you but he would savor any amount of time he got to have you close to him like you were right now. 

You let go to let him sit down and when he did you reached over to take his hand in yours comfortingly. “So, went to the doctors told them, kind of like, you know, the whole what we’re doing. You know, we’re in abandoned locations it’s dusty all that jazz. There’s black mold in some of these places. So what they decided the smartest thing to do is for me to get an X-ray. So I did two X-rays and, um…” Tanner kind of trailed off and your eyes got wide in fear. You had no idea what you were going to hear him say but it didn’t sound like it would be very good news. 

“They gave me a clear bill of health,” he said. You let out a heavy sigh of relief and squeezed his hand tightly. “So you can come tonight?” Dakota asked. “So I can go tonight,” Tanner confirmed. 

You shut your eyes tightly and let go of his hand, you could already feel yourself tearing up. You never understood why you got so emotional, but you couldn’t help it. 

“Oh my gosh yes!” Chelsea said in relief that Tanner could in fact do the overnight. “I wanted to see if you guys cared or not,” Tanner said. Chelsea leaned against him in a big hug. Everyone had smiles on their faces, and then there was you. Sitting there with shiny eyes and a relief-flooded heart. He looked over at you and saw that you had tears in your eyes. Immediately he got up to pull you into a hug. 

“Why are you crying, what’s wrong?” he asked in concern. You held him tighter. “I was so worried, and I’m so glad that you’re ok because I hate seeing you not feel good. I’m so happy you get to come with us, I’m so happy you’re ok.” your voice cracked. He felt his heart hurt just a bit at the fact that you were so worried about him. He knew you cared, but he had no clue it would affect you like it did. “Don’t cry, I’m ok. You know, I’d never miss a location like this one.” he felt you nod and pull away to wipe your tears. “I’m sorry, I just love you guys and hate seeing any of you down and out like that. It breaks my heart,” you told them. He hugged you one last time and you kissed his cheek softly before each of you sat down again. He could feel his face heat up and tried to hide it as best as he could. This was gonna be a long night for him. And little did you know, but it would be an even longer night for you. 

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Here you were after an insanely long night that was not near over yet. You had gotten the 18th floor for your sleeping arrangement and you were absolutely horrified. Your boyfriend got the basement and so the only person you would be able to reach on the walkie was Tanner. Your boyfriend was helping you set up your sleeping arrangement before he went down to his and your stomach was already turning. Before you sat down on your cot you wrapped your arms around him and sighed heavily trying not to break. 

“Alex, I’m scared, and I can’t reach you,” you said and held him tightly. “I swear babe, everything will be ok. Tanner is one call away, he would never let anything happen to you especially knowing I’m not here and if he didn’t I would kick his ass,” he said and kissed your head. You looked up at him, you could barely see him but you could tell he was looking down at you. You reached up blindly and your hand landed perfectly on his cheek and you smiled. He leaned down and kissed you softly for a few seconds before pulling away. “You’ll be ok baby. I know it. I love you so much.” he said and kissed you one more time. “I love you too Alex, please be careful here ok,” you said and you felt him nod against your hand.  “I will be.” he kissed your head. You gave him one last hug before he turned to get back on the elevator. 

Since he left you felt like you were being watched. You heard what sounded like voices down the hallway, and you could’ve sworn you felt something move by you. 

Your breathing got heavier when you heard a crashing sound down the hall. You let out a scream when you heard a scream. You felt tears well up in your eyes and immediately you were on your walkie trying to get ahold of your best friend. 

“Tanner,” you spoke with a shaky voice. “(y/n)? Are you ok?” he asked, noticing how shaken you sounded.  “Um, I know- I know it’s a bit early into the night but can you please get up here. Please, I’m really scared, I don’t feel safe at all.” you almost cried through the walkie. Tanner was immediately up with his camera and on his way to the elevator. 

“I’m on my way right now, just sit tight ok. I’m almost there,” he told you, trying to keep you calm. 

There was a huge crashing sound behind you and it sounded like something falling and hitting the ground hard. You remembered at the end of the hall Dakota and Alex caught a shadow figure who you all assumed to be one of the heart attack victims. You let out a scream when you heard the sound again. Just as Tanner exited the elevator he heard you scream and ran over to you. You were curled in on yourself trying to get away from the things going on around you. You felt someone grab you and you screamed again. “It’s just me. Hey, (y/n), it’s Tanner. Open your eyes, you’re ok. You’re safe.” he said and tried to pry your hands away from your eyes. 

Your eyes flew open and you stared wide-eyed at your best friend who was kneeling right in front of you. You wrapped your arms around him, and let some tears fall not knowing how to control your fear at the moment. He held you tightly. 

“I keep hearing voices and what sounds like something hitting the floor or something. It’s just all so loud, and it’s everywhere.” you cried to him. He took your face in his hands and wiped your tears as best as you could. “You’re ok now. I won’t let anything hurt you, I promise,” he said and you nodded your head. 

“Will you stay with me?” you asked hesitantly. He looked at you and nodded his head. “Of course I will. I won’t leave you,” he said and sat next to you pulling you into his side. You relaxed against your best friend and let out a heavy sigh. He looked down at you and wanted so badly to be able to be the one to kiss you and just take it all away. He wanted to be the one to protect you like this every night, and he couldn’t help but just want to hold you through the whole night until you felt ok again. 

He wanted you to love him the way he loved you, but he knew he could never do that to you or Alex. 

Through the night, he got what he wanted. He got to hold you until the morning until Alex came to get you. The morning came and when Alex got to your floor he saw that you were sitting there with Tanner. You looked exhausted and scared, and Alex’s heart broke at the sight. 

“What happened?” he asked frantically. Tanner and you looked up at the sound of his voice and you immediately stood up and stumbled your way over to him. His stuff is on the floor the second you let yourself fall against him. You knew the night wouldn’t have affected you this much if you were in a good state of mind. Alex knew you were going through so much and you weren’t sleeping well. “Baby, what happened?” he asked gently cradling you against him trying to give you that sense of safety you had been lacking for so long. You felt safe with Tanner, but with Alex, it wasn’t just safety, it was security and love, and a full set of armor guarding you against the world. 

You could barely even talk and so Tanner spoke up for you. “She kept hearing things and feeling breezes like someone was just pacing by her. She needed me to stay with her.” Tanner explained to Alex. “Thank you, Tanner. Thank you so much man really. If you weren’t here tonight I don’t know what would’ve happened.” Alex thanked his best friend. He nodded. “Of course, I’m always here for her, and you ok. Whenever,” he told Alex. 

You still held onto your boyfriend, reveling in the security his arms gave you. You heard Tanner begin to walk away but you break away from Alex to stop him. “Tanner, wait a second,” you said and tugged on his sleeve. He turned to look at you, and you wrapped your arms around him tightly. 

“Thank you for keeping me safe through the night,” you said. And his eyes went wide but he closed them tightly before holding you tighter. “I’d do it again,” he reassured you. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. 

He smiled down at you. “Let’s get out of here now huh?” he asked and you nodded hastily. You stepped back to your boyfriend just to see that he had already begun to put your things away so you could carry them out. You went to help him, you grabbed your things from him and you headed to the elevator. You all got on and pressed the button to take you back down. You stood next to your boyfriend, your head was leaning on his shoulder, you finally began to feel a sense of peace. 

When you got outside and finished wrapping up, you all got into the RV. you were all ready to move on from that and to say you weren’t excited for what was to come would and wouldn’t be a lie. You were scared and nervous but you were also excited and curious. 

You sat curled up next to Alex, already half asleep. He kissed your head and let his lips linger for a while before moving to rest his cheek on the top of your head.  “You’re safe sweet girl, get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Alex whispered to you and your eyes fluttered fully shut and you relaxed. Your breathing evened out, and he held you securely in his arms making sure you knew you were ok. 

Tanner took one last look at you in Alex’s arms and knew he had to just live with the fact that you would never be his. He needed to continue to be happy that you and his best friend are happy together. Knowing you cared for him as you did would have to be enough, and in time it would be. 

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[johns-prince]

I was reading Norman's biography of Mick Jagger the other day and at some point I realized that good old Mick had it BAD for John. They hung out a lot in the Lost Weekend and Mick seemed heartbroken when May told him John had gone back to Yoko. He was so upset that he talked to the press about it multiple times, whining about not having any access to John and that he was hiding behind Sean. Mick wasn't wrong, though. I was just very entertained by his reaction. Then there is this:

"Mick, as a result, had found himself in the—for him—highly unusual position of wanting to see someone but having his every friendly overture rebuffed.

From his sitting room window, he could see the Gothic rooftops of Lennon’s home, and would sometimes act out the part of a spurned girlfriend: “[John’s] right over there. Does he ever call me? Does he ever go out? No. Changes his phone number about every ten minutes. I’ve given up . . .” But there was no disguising how much this apparent indifference really hurt. Once or twice, he put aside the Tyranny of Cool sufficiently to leave Lennon a note with his own current phone number at the Dakota concierges’ desk, but no response ever came."

LOL "John is right over there. IS HE THINKING OF ME?" The thirst was real, you guys. I don't remember Mick being this sad about any of his women leaving him. Me thinks Johnny hit and quit it but someone fell in love, you see.

I agree, Mick sounds like a jilted lover/girlfriend here who just wants to be at least acknowledged. He was seriously upset about the fact that, when John went back to Yoko he knew that she didn’t like him. She thought he wasn’t worth John’s time and was a bad influence. Gotta remember, Mick and John had been friends since the sixties-- Mick was much closer to John then Paul, even.

Also talk about the gall because she was completely fine with John hanging out with the likes of Klein, Phil Spector, and Magic Alex... Like, talk about bad influences-- Phil fucking pointed a gun at John because he liked to freak John out and upset him. She liked these people. She approved of them for John. Yoko isn’t fully to blame, John also holds blame for how he’d treat people and just cut them off [even if he personally didn’t want too] but she encouraged John to cut ties with family and close, old friends just, like that.  

I feel for Mick. I honestly feel for anyone who loved John, it did seem trying at times. I mean, sometimes it’s not always easy for me to love John just as some crazed groupie... I could only imagine how intense and, confusing and exciting and, memorable it would have been to know him, personally, and get to love him personally. 

I personally don’t think anything serious happened between John and Mick. Kind of like how I believe nothing deeper then just, solid friendship was between John and Stu-- someone he could confide in, who wasn’t just Paul. 

Was there flirting between the two? Absolutely, though I find it to be a partially playful joking sort of flirting between friends, and partially with a serious edge to it. Libra’s are natural flirters, they often to do it unintentionally because it’s just, part of their personality. John most likely both an unintentional and intentional flirt, and his male friends weren’t left out on his teasing’s and naughty, playful behavior [specifically moreso open and direct about it in the 70s] 

But, I do think you’re right that Mick had it bad. Most male friends of John seemed to have it bad for him, in some way or another. Women and men loved John-- he was rather easy to love, despite how he’s painted and the sort of front he put up. As Paul said-- John was a loveable guy, everyone loved him, and he was right [though Paul usually only mentions everyone else when talking about loving John, deflects onto others at the same time but I digress] 

Even men who apparently thought of him a poky bastard seemed to inevitably be drawn to him, and like him [like David Bailey] 

He was loved, so, so much.

“The theory is that when John went off to Spain on holiday with Brian, that’s what it was all about - John trying to get his position clear as the leader of the group. Also, I’m sure Brian was in love with John. We were all in love with John, but Brian was gay so that added an edge.” Paul McCartney - Anthology

PAUL: “Well, I’m sure Brian was in love with John, I’m sure that’s absolutely right. I mean, everyone was in love with John; John was lovable, John was a very lovable guy.” [x]

“What did John Lennon see in me? I think outrageousness and being true to myself and not giving a fuck. We hit it off straight away, even though I was in complete awe of him. He was nothing else but kind to me. I never saw the other side of John, the Harry Nilsson drinking side of John, where he turned on a sixpence. I only saw the gentle, gorgeous side of John, and he was gentle not only to me but my parents, my band members, and I just fell in love with him.”

— Elton John [x]

“Nowhere can the caring side of John Lennon be documented more accurately than in his relationship with Malcolm Evans, the very tall and bespectacled man who became a regular as a road manager, along with Neil Aspinall, on the Beatles’ tours. Evans had a magnetic personality and was a favorite with reporters and the women who tagged along. His smile and charm could be deceptive; he would have done anything to protect the Beatles. At one point on the touring aircraft, while traveling from Jacksonville to Boston in 1964, a tired Mal Evans sat next to me in the rear of the aircraft with tears trickling down his face. I asked, “What’s the matter?” Mal answered, “John got kind of cross with me … just said I should go f— off. No reason, ya’ know. But I love the man. John is a powerful force. Sometimes he’s rough, if you know what I mean, man. But there’s no greater person that I know.” I never learned what the dispute was about, but I do know that a few minutes later, a sullen Lennon walked by and embraced Evans.” — Larry Kane [x]

“Sharing a twisted sense of humour and a penchant for mischief, Nilsson and Lennon were natural buddies. It was perhaps inevitable that the LA-dwelling singer would gravitate towards Lennon. Lennon clearly appreciated Nilsson’s edginess and was very likely looking for a male soulmate to fill the hole left by McCartney. For his part, Nilsson’s feelings for Lennon ran even deeper: ‘I really fell in love with him. He was all those things you wanted somebody to be.”

Man On The Run: Paul McCartney in the 1970s by Tom Doyle [x]

“But the acerbic John is the one we know and love, you know, because he was clever with it, so it was very attractive. But, for me, I have more than a slight affection for the John that I knew then, when we were first writing songs, when we would try and do things the old songwriters had done. I slightly regret the way John’s image has formed, and because he died so tragically it has become set in concrete. The acerbic side was there but it was only part of him. He was also such a sweet, lovely man – a really sweet guy. ””

— Paul McCartney, discussing John Lennon [x]

John was a charming man in his own right, charismatic, and funny. Having a good sense of humor is always attractive, and draws people to you. As Paul says, and Elton, John was kind, he was sweet and friendly. He wasn’t always this, Mr. Tough and aggressive, ripping into people with his sharp tongue. He was gentle, he could be gentle, in his own way. Warm, and loving. 

He had this ability to just... make you feel like you’ve known him longer then you actually have. Like you have some sort of, special relationship or connection with him-- that you were the only one who was close enough to see underneath his armor, to know him as intimately as anyone else ever could. 

Course, this was simply how many felt and wanted to be the reality[specifically men], when it wasn’t, not exactly. They didn't really know the real John, they didn't get to see him at his most sincere, when his beautiful armor was chipped away and he was standing naked and scared. He described himself like a chameleon when it came to social settings, when interacting with different individuals [friends], which honestly makes sense as a Libra [Gemini’s are just as guilty of this] 

They got to know a facet of John... Maybe they did get a glimpse of John here and there, but it’s just reality that John didn’t just, open up so easily to people like that. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable, and he had a habit of testing people’s loyalty and love for him [whether it had been consciously or not, I’m not always sure] because of the insecurities and doubt that one day, they’d turn on him or abandon him. 

Again, he had this way in making people [other men] feel as if they had an intimate and special connection with him. And maybe they did to varying degrees. John had a way to act open with others, without actually being open and vulnerable, or at least not fully. I’m not sure if I’m making sense lol

Only ones who I think ever got to know the real John, were Mimi(of course she raised him), Pete (friends since they were just peanuts), Cynthia somewhat, May got glimpses and wanted John to be himself and independent... Yoko to a degree (though she focuses on entirely pushing and talking about Brand John Lennon™)  

And who I know for a fact did, and does know John the most intimately, deeply, unabashedly, is Paul.

But anyway, speaking of being so very attractive, John was attractive. Like, many women and men found him exceedingly attractive, like this one male photographer who believed John was the most handsome out of the band;

“I think John was the best looking, actually. The refined nose.  He never went out of his way to be a disagreeable person.  He would be the one to go over and just sit and sign some little girl’s book...” 

Harry Benson, photographer who took the photo of the iconic pillow fight and other well known Beatle photos, talks about John. [x]

Then we have David Bailey, who described Paul, Ringo, and George as rather pleasant-- while describing John as being a fucker, a bit poky. 

And yet, it was John who David Bailey claimed to like, out of all of them. 

“I didn’t like the Beatles – I liked John ... John was a fucker. Paul was always the nicest guy in the world. George, he always seemed full of angst. Ringo always seemed Mr Nice Guy. But John was a bit poky; I liked him.” 

-- David Bailey Originally; published in the March 2014 issue of British GO magazine.

That’s honestly the only parts of the interview worth reading, Bailey is sort of a dickhead and clearly seems biased against Paul, and just The Beatles as a band in general, so [which is fascinating. Considering he might’ve been peeved towards Paul ever since John brought his partner along for that photoshoot because he didn’t want to go in alone lol]

Mick did love John, though in what way or in what varying degree, is up for discussion and personal conclusion. Just like how it’s up to interpretation and discussion how much and in what way David Bowie, Elton John, Harry Nilsson, Mal Evans, Billy Preston, and Brian Epstein loved John. 

But it’s clear as day that, in my opinion, they almost all seemed to have some sort of man-crush on him. A serious admiration. Harry Nilsson sounded like he was in a bro-mance with John [or at least he wanted to be in one with him]

Course we can’t forget Paul, but we all know that Paul loved John in such varying degrees, it’s truly impossible to label it. They’re soulmates, can’t really categorize the love between soulmates so easily. 

Anyway, point of this all; Mick definitely had it bad for John, but then again who didn’t? 

[tahitianmangoes]

Pairing(s): F!Reader x Micah Bell

Summary:  You had always liked rougher men. Bad men. The wrong men.

Tags/triggers: NSFW Word Count: 1750

We All Like a Bad Boy, Don’t We? (Not A Fucking Outlaw Though, Chris)

After a lucrative morning in Valentine, you returned triumphant to the camp, your pockets heavy with money and items swiped from unsuspecting townsfolk. You made a show of putting what you’d earned into the camp’s donations box.

Dutch of course didn’t let it go unnoticed, always with one eye on the box he came over when he saw you filling in the ledger. 

“Three pocket watches, two wedding rings and $68! That’s my girl. Everyone needs to take a leaf out of your book, my dear.” He said loudly so that everyone took notice. 

Arthur was standing by the campfire and turned to Dutch’s booming voice. You’d been running with the Van Der Linde gang for the best part of a year now and you’d be lying if you didn’t say that you didn’t think that Arthur was probably the most handsome man you had ever met. He was gruff but kind, rugged and handsome but damn, did he not have a clue. He didn’t notice how women and men alike would stop to gawk at him - he was statuesque in his beauty.

“That’s a lotta money for a little lady,” he said teasingly, “where’d you get all that?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” you replied with a wry smile. 

“Were you followed?” Arthur asked, he still smiled but he looked at you in earnest.

You rolled your eyes at him, “what do you take me for?”

“Good girl.”

You left Dutch and Arthur, heading to the treeline at the edge of the camp for some peace and quiet for a little while, maybe you could even take a nap before someone came to find you to ask something else of you…

You sat down initially, looking out over the Dakota River. The camp boasted some of the best vistas you had ever seen. It was then that you heard a rustling in the bushes behind you and you jumped back to your feet. 

It was Micah Bell. He leaned against a large oak tree just behind you. You hadn’t noticed him but it didn’t surprise you to see him there, he often spent a lot of his downtime on the outskirts of the camp. 

Micah’s ice blue eyes peered out at you beneath the brim of his off white hat, his face framed by this dirty blond hair.

Micah hadn’t caught your attention at first when you had joined the gang. Not even second but he grew on you, slowly and steadily like moss on a rock.

You understood exactly why everyone else resented him - he was past gruff, he was rude and often chauvinistic and sometimes downright repugnant. 

Why in the hell did that get you so hot?

There was something about the way Micah Bell sneered and smirked so smugly. There was something about the way he leered at you when you leant forwards sometimes to reach something to get a better look down your blouse - it sickened you but simultaneously, it was exciting.

You had always liked rougher men. Bad men. The wrong men. You weren’t one for romance; you liked to see and feel it for yourself. Raw passion meant more than followers or empty words. 

Even the notorious Dutch Van der Linde was too tame for you. Micah on the other hand… He sure was untameable. 

“Is that what you like?” He scoffed, “the likes of Morgan pattin’ you on the head like a little dog an’ callin’ you a good girl?”

You squared up to him, not missing that his eyes were sparkling as he held you in his gaze.

“Surely you know me better than that, Mr Bell. I ain’t no one’s pet.”

“What a shame…” Micah breathed and you shivered. 

Maybe he saw that and saw how your cheeks were flushed now because his smirk only darkened. “I don’t think we’d be missed for a short bit, would we?” You found yourself shaking your head. “Why don’t you come here and tell me what you do like?”

You went to him as if possessed by him, bewitched by his suggestion. Before you knew it you stood before him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from him on this warm, spring afternoon. 

You couldn’t deny that you had thought about this more than maybe you should have. Sure, you’d imagined what most of the people in camp would be like to lie with - Arthur would be tender, Javier intense and Charles… well let’s just say you’d seen him bathing once before and wouldn’t mind trying out what he was hiding under those clothes...

But you always returned to thinking about Micah; you knew he’d fuck fast and reckless. He’d talk dirty and have you in positions that would make a whore blush. 

And god did you want to live that fantasy…

“Cat got your tongue?” Micah asked you, voice low and borderline seductive, “come tell me what you want.”

As soon as you inched closer to him, the pair of you were kissing hard. You wondered whether Micah had thought about you was much as much as you had him. 

His kiss was rough and left you breathless, his beard scratched against your soft skin and he wasted no time in pawing at you through your blouse, fingers deceptively swift at undoing the fastenings so that he could free your breasts and  knead them. You trembled into his touch, the hardened skin of his fingers dragged over your already erect nipples and you had to stifle a whimper. 

He chuckled into your mouth. He was enjoying this.

Bastard.

You felt him shift, pushing his thigh between your legs and your whimper turned into a groan, your eyes fluttering shut at that delicious pressure he had introduced.

“You like it, huh?” He said breathlessly letting you ride his thigh while he stooped to let his tongue swirl your nipple and bite playfully at your breasts.

The material from your skirt and drawers was preventing you from feeling everything as you rutted against him. You let out a sound of frustration and pulled away, panting, sweat starting to pool at the base of your neck. Swiftly you removed your drawers, letting them fall into the mud at your feet. Micah clicked his tongue at the sight of your naked pussy. You would have been embarrassed had you not been so wet and uncomfortable - you could see where your juices had left trails on his beige pants. He didn’t seem to care. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back to him with ease and with one hand, he reached down and let his fingers dip inside your slick folds.

You gasped at the feel and he growled, fingers knowing exactly what to do- circling your clit so you bucked in his grip and whimpered his name.

“Tell me what you want, little miss,” Micah whispered, his hands on your were hot but his breath was hotter as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, “You know what you want, you just don’t know how to ask for it. Don’t be shy.”

“F-fuck me, Micah.”

“I thought you’d never ask, darlin’.” 

He flipped you around so that you faced the tree he had been leaning against and hitched your skirt up. You heard a rumble from his chest, his fingers traced the slit of your pussy and circled your asshole making you squeak. You could hear the material of his pants being undone. “So pretty and wet, just for me...”

He pushed into you without warning, eliciting a low groan from you at the sensation of being filled. You rocked back against him instinctively, needed the motion and the friction but Micah thrust slowly, almost lazily until you whined at him

“Micah… Please…” It wasn't fast enough to to relieve you; you needed it faster, needed him to ram into you and fuck you senseless.

Micah chuckled again. That damn laugh of his. You could imagine the look on his face now, vainglorious. 

“What would Morgan say about his good girl now?” Micah cooed,  “Takin’ cock so nicely and beggin’ for more… If someone were to look over they'd see you and what you really are…”

You cared not one bit if Morgan or the whole camp saw you. The pit of your stomach was coiled and you needed him to move, needed to feel that release.

You pushed back again harder and he growled, hands reaching around to cup your breasts. You pushed back once more desperately, you could feel his breath on your skin. 

“Mmm, that’s right sweetheart. Why don’t you do the hard work for me?”

You pushed back then brought yourself forward in his cock repeatedly, slow at first so you could feel the length of him. You picked up the pace once comfortable, could feel his cock brush up against your sweet spot but knew you couldn't come like this so your hand dipped between your legs to give you some relief as you rubbed your clit.

Micah's chest rumbled at the sight and he placed his hands back on your hips so he could continue to plough into you.

Your breaths filled the clearing: your stifled moans and Micah panting.  You clung to the tree, the bark under your nails and your head foggy with lust. 

Micah wrenched your head back, one hand on the tree trunk to anchor him and the other around your throat. He squeezed ever so slightly but that was enough to make your eyes roll back, your tongue go slack in your mouth and your legs tremble as you came. You could feel yourself soaking him but couldn’t stop. Micah didn’t stop either, pounding into you at a faster pace now, the sound of squelching and skin slapping against each other seemed louder than gunshots but you were spent, leaning into him and moaning at each new thrust, pushing you ever the edge  until he cussed and grunted.

You felt warmth seeping down between your thighs as Micah let your skirt back down. The pair of you caught your breath, Micah tucked himself back into his pants and you buttoned your blouse back up. 

Micah offered a cigarette to you and lit it for you. 

“Don’t worry,” he said to you, his cheeks flushed and eyes bright, “I won’t tell Morgan.”