#ah shit sorry i forgot you guys liked him i was busy jacking off to how nasty it got me to see someone i cherished so much to die

[cowvboyenema]

fuuuuck im glad im not doing tv shows anymore being at such constants with the public if i fuck up a character direction its not a one and done anymore i have to deal with that shit for the rest of the season that shits too fucking stressful

[that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer]

Optimus with an artist human s/o

I must do the drawing is your always mood

But with art block half the time your chucking your shit out the window

He was there to actually pick up Jack, because Arcee was out on a mission with bulkhead you skipped class so you sat there sketching him, bee, and wheeljack

Couldn't get the grill right so you oh so casually went up and rubbed your hand against it

"Oh...so in....that looks right..."

Taking pictures for reference

"Can I help you-" "oh shit-"

It was just jack

"Sorry was taking refrence photos. Is this your truck?" "Uh...yeah..." "Can I get and interior shot?" "Maybe another day?"

Ayo Optimus not noisy but he kinda wanted to see them drawings

Turns out Arcee was out longer than expected and the next day you were there again and so was he because Jack was so nice and let you take some refrence photos of the outside you slipped a drawing through the open window with a thank you note and went about you way.

Hah. Not Knockout and breakdown thinking your an ally to the autobots and basically snatching you like they snatchin someones weave

"Ayo can I draw you-" "Bitch im litterally kidnapping you" "....okay so can I take some ref picks atleast? Please?" "...well shit you said please"

Not you having fun being kidnapped

"Damn I look good. Whats your name human?" "Y/n" "and why is such a fabulous artist with the autobots?" "The who?"

Oh. You- oh...oh shit.....

Not knockout dropping you off at your house and grtting your # ya'll buddies now

You despite being kidnapped for two days just show up again randomly and walk up to Jack.

"Yeah can I see the inside your truck no pictures no anything, just. Real quick?" "Sure?"

Oh shit your sitting in a transformer.

"Okay I know about your talking alien car that transformers into a huge robot"

Bam friends now now you go to the base everyday

Ratchet wasnt very Happy till he realized you were just extremely quiet. And YES he could work in peace

Often you sketch the autobots forms.

"Wow! Thats real detailed!" "Holy shit miko-"

You often let her go through your sketch book.

"This is a lot of-" "Shhhhh"

It was alot of Optimus: you dont know why to be honest it was like he your comfort person to draw

You've probably had every expression of his in your books, sketches of...well everything.

Mhmm those hip sketches somethin else dude

"I made my first art based Tarot card deck!"

Smokescreen realizes there based off them and is obsessed with his tarot card desgin (the sun card because come on its Smokescreen)

Optimus even compliments you on them and ask you about them you happily explain them to him

You tell him you based him in the Justice card and told him it was pretty explaintory

He told you he was honored that you seen him such a light, and there you go getting all flustered and complimenting him back

Arcee wants to know why shes the hanged man but your too busy being flustered

Now often he'll wander up behind you looking over your shoulder why you sketch away.

"What are you drawing today y/n-" "Ah! nothing! Nothing at all! Hah! Ha...."

Not more optimus hip images: they're just too fine not to draw

Despite being well Optimus he's very innocent and would simply see them as anatomy drawings

But they aint....you know that

For that reason: you refused to draw Optimus (or his hips) anymore and now your crying inside but tiding to have will power

HOT ANIME GUY POWER; drawing hot anime guys to leed your mind occupied but you just make Human Prime and your crying and screaming without the s.

Miko, knows because you forgot your bag at her house one time

"Damn man you got it bad." "I know..."

Luckily ratchet sees Vaule in your skills and ask you to draw out invention plans you say yes immediately

With Ratchet asking for help your around the base more often, sketching out plans for him

Which means you and Optimus talk alot more

He finds your conversations relaxing

You often fall asleep at the small table, after finishing plans and starting on your own work, usually homework

So that means he sees your litrle fifth grade crush drawings, you know with lopsided hearts and all luckily you know better to draw Human like alien robots in your notebook so he only sees the O + F/i surronded in hearts

He doesnt know why but now he's gotta talk to you more: its a now or never situation.

"Y/n-" "It wasnt me!-" "would you like to go home to rest?" "Um. Yeah that sounds great"

Optimus now drives you home everyday, and picks you up from school instead of you just riding with Bee and Raff

Litterally a dream come true on your part and on his part

Is it akward silence? Or do you both just think its awkward silence making it more awkward

Asking Ratchet to describe how the iacon archives use to look and sketching it out and giving it to Optimus

"Im not sure I got the file cases right. I had Ratchet describe the your world to me as best I could.

It was perfect to him, and he thanked you for it, it never leaves his glove box

Usually because your an artist your dressed in clothes that have paint stains, perhaps the back of your shirt is hand painted or your old converse.

Yet you had a presentantion you had to get dressed up for, for school, in a knitted pencil like skirt and a knitted sweater with some boots

He couldnt pick you up or drive you to school that day so Wheeljack went with you instead and Smokescreen picked you up

Not wheeljack bragging trying to get Optimus to confess that you look rather hot that day.

Turns out when Optimus returned to base he'd be blown away by your change in outfit.

"How'd it go!"

"All the energon secured. There was no doubt after all!" Wheeljack laughed, "Right Optimus."

You looked at him with such a big smile and eyes he only nodded with a smile

Wheeljack drove you home: saying the boss was tired and just like he had hoped you left your bag in his back seat

Now Miko and Wheeljack both have the power to tease you

Not Optimus seeing where you work and creating a holo form to go and see you

"Hm? Y/n?" The employee asked, "Yeah shes in right now there doing a study. Come on I'll take you there."

When he said study he thought idk maybe like with a book. Not figure studies, you know the ones where your naked

So he was not expecting to walk in with people surrounding you as you sat laid on a couch with a thin sheet covering your lower hips down, top bare and a hand propping your head up.

Poor baby had to stand there for twenty mintues attempting not to stare at you

But time was called and you got up going to dress again.

"Ayo n/n." "Hm?" "This guys here for you."

You only smiled hoping it was an art scout as you apologized for your current state and fixed yourself.

"Hello Im Y/n!" "I...I know..."

Voice sounded oddly familiar

"Do...I know you from....Wait a mintue!"

Pretty easy to figure it out, "stay there!"

He only listened as you rushed to your bag, flipping through the pages of one of your sketch books and lifted it up besides him.

"Its...Op-"

"I believe Orion- would be a better choice sounds more human."

Your weezing; hes evern prettier as a human

"I had no idea...you could..." "its older technology but works well." "Ah... I see..."

Thank god for being 18...primus hes just so pretty

"Um...I have to go pick up my work bag...do you wanna come along?"

Not you guys having a moment in the locker room where you told each other your feelings.

Making out in the locker room super softly? Absolutely.

Making out in his Alt form? Even a bigger yes, especially if hes dropping you off at your house

But its best to keep it a secret

Miko and Wheeljack notices that the teasing doesnt get to Y/n anymore and Miko realizes you stopped drawing Optimus and some human guy now. What a bummer

They realize Optimus does seem to have a much brighter glow to him, and he always lightly smells like something fimilar.

*cough* your perfume *cough*

"Is Y/n okay?" "What would be the problem?" "Shes always in a daze these days."

It true, drawings and plans you offered to help ratchet draw out are completed but sometimes you dont even remember drawing them or the process.

"Hmm? Yeah....I don't really care....whatever you want Miko." "Um Im jack and Im asking for the science text book back." "What!? Oh- sorry!"

"Ah Miko! Isnt the world so bright today!" "Its raining outside Y/n-" "Lets go run in it!" "What-"

You've never been so happy, even around finals your kicking your feet like a schook girl

It causes everyone great fear,

Not Optimus sneaking out of base to help you sneak out of your house so you guys can go have fun in some forest.

Refused to go into your room, its your private space but you convinced him anyways and well...its chaotic organization.

You show him around, pointing out things to him that your super proud of.

Ends in you guys on your bed trying to be quiet as you laugh with each other.

Falling asleep in his arms for the first time is wonderful

Not he leaving a jacket behind for you to wear and you do just around the house it did have the autobot insignia on it after all.

Sleeping prime refrence photos if you wake up before he has to leave

Can dance surprisingly well, and he'll go dancing with you in abanded parking buildings

You couldnt find a more perfect boyfriend

Finds a way to go to every art gallery your in.

You often do peices based on the bots and there stories, like a verbal reference

Some of your paintings worry him: you always reassure him you cant always have a happy peice but your happy to have him

Old people think your both just the sweetest couple

Until your parents pull up and your not a couple anymore, you try and keep it a secret from everyone and ya'll manage

Your parents like him upon introductions that you are both friends

Your dad's actaully a greek philosopher, and gets along very well with Optimus, he did introduce himself as Orion after all.

Life is good for the both of you

[dykefoosh]

It's been a year! Transcript: 8/3/21 Here is also a google doc of the transcript if that is easier to read!

*Starts out with happy birthday on a guitar playing*

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthdayyyy to meee, Happy Birthday to me

*Drinks a swig of alcohol*

Ah. Yeah it’s my birthday today, which um seems odd, it doesn't feel like i've been here that long… but I have. Cheers everyone uh. I realise I haven't really done much in a while.

I woke up this morning, rolled out of bed, put out this cake I made three months ago and uh, that's kind of been it, but yeah… I don’t think I’ve left this room in 80 days. About 80 days… How long is 80 days? I- I- that's a lot of months… that's been a long time… Also my vision just went black, I’ve been drinking a lot, um this is that possibly catching up with me um please return vision, I’d really like for it to be back, well I can hear things so at least i'm not deaf ya know? The lord has kept my hearing but I am blind, no um yep there we go.

I decided to get dressed up as well. I figured that would be nice, ya know? I’m pretty sure I was part of them back when I joined, so.. .I don't know if it felt like it made sense to dress up again. Um, fucking hell, I have not cleaned. *sighs* I’ll be honest, in the time I was gone, not very… not very much has happened, uh, it turns out you need customers to support a hotel, and I don’t know about you guys but I haven't seen one on this place for a pretty long while. So uh, basically what I’m saying is… the big jack manifold hasn't been going too hot, god, you don’t provide these guys with food for eighty days and they all go bones and evil.

LEAVE out you bard, you-

The point is, very little has been done here for quite awhile, and um I haven't been outside or seen anyone, and I- I didn't’ finish the pub. Um, you may be asking me, “but jack wasn't that the only thing you were working towards? I know but with the failure of the hotel, I kind of realised that again pubs also rely on customers and the very limited people on this server, as we can all see it really ah um, well it didn’t seem very fruitful. So um, we're kinda just here, living here rent free ever since we claimed this place… I actually don’t know who pays the rent.. Maybe Tommy still does um. I Don't know- anyway since I’ve been here for a year and I haven't really looked around in three months, I thought we would go and look around at everything that we once saw, you know?

I must admit the investment of the alcohol from the pub has been the only thing keeping-.. I shouldn't say that, let's not speak about that part. Yeah it turns out that this place, look I haven't been outside in eighty days and I think maybe since I’ve been here for a year I can go back and have a look around at everything. And um as I said I dressed up for the occasion, so um you know… lets see what's changed hmmm?

Anyway let's walk around shall we? Well this didn’t change, we still got mcpuffys here. Hehe, no one noticed my balls sign hehe, no one noticed, I forgot about this, no one noticed I replaced whatever the original one was with balls in hope they wouldn't notice and they didn't. Ahh that's good, I like that. Anyway, there's the duck and Ponk’s tower that seem pretty much the same.

This looks different, this was a hole.. Who are you? Alright? You know we are the only two people on the server right now? (talking to shroud) This basically means we gotta become friends. So.. tell me about yourself.. Sir? Madam? Shroud, alright. Oh Ohhh I stole some of these! Did I ever give them back? Whoops, oh well. Ahh, it's been quiet without him ya know tommy. I’ll be honest, theres been very little to do, with him gone, um, the fuck did ninjas house go? Why does it look like a very small mcdonalds?

Right, this tower, this seems pretty much the same. Does the sewer still exist? Hm oh wait does it not? What ohh no what happened to the sewers? Aw, there was a whole sewer system out there one time and oh wow. Why is there no longer a sewer there? Wait oH OH it is down here!

One of the first things I remember is me tommy and tubbo and quackity, before he even joined and was still in juvy we, hehe, we did a little heist on everyone and we stole the poo machines and stole everything and then we had a little room, and it was here and we stole the phantom membranes. It was a good time, it was a good time, I liked that and then ah there had only been one war. It's crazy to think there's been more, I thought we’d figure it out the first time, you know? It was fun. And we were called the beatles. Either way yeah.

Why the fuck is half of this place beatroots? Why are half of these beetroots and the other half potatoes? Why is it all farm?? Why? Why is it beats? Wait where did gay target go? Why is there just a beacon here? At least there's huts pizza. Employee of the first two days, of dunderbeatlin… the fuck is dunderbeatlin? What's this? Why are there new things? I know it's been eighty days but why?

This is the L’manburg museum, bearing in mind I'm dressed like this I should go see it.

Oh! It's like different things. This is like the community house, okay that's cool and that's the egg.. This is a replica it won't hurt you… oh it doesn't it won't actually hurt you. I guess they remade that shit. What even happened with that thing? I remember it tried to possess me once and then I bathed in the holy water and I was good again. Oh wow it's like a map of the whole server and there's egg gunk. And then and then and then here.. Where am I? Oh… is that lmanburg? Where is lmanburg? Oh wait oh yeah yeah wait I forgot…. Oh…. yeah….. Um….heh yeah….

OH its the lmanburg walls! I remember tearing them down and rebuilding them a lot and the hotdog van! Does it have the declaration in it? No it doesn't… It is blue. Ohhh…… I joined the day after this (the final control room) God, it's been a whole year since then… What's this? Wait… I feel like there's missing lines here. I don’t know if sorry, you know? Oh, look here, oh it just says i'm sorry. (erets apology book) I’m not all that sure that sorry quite cuts that. What's this? Oh this looks unfinished. Oh here's a map of old lmanburg! OH that's ze house! Before… I burnt it down and decided I wasn't gonna have manifold land anymore.. I miss that, I miss lmanburg.

It was a lot easier to dream when we were friends. Everyone feels so distant now but maybe that's because I haven't seen them, maybe that didn't help I mean no one came to say hi to me. Oh, oh, my main takeaway was that, wait it's not glass anymore, it's like a cavern, it was glass the last time I was there, it's changed since I was here to remember what happened… Why does it look like this? Hmm I don't know. Ah this was my cove, and it was untouched until I burnt it down fuck you.

Oh and theres my secret base that I never finished, FUCK YOU - fuck I hate him, anyway… oh there's the big obsidian bridge, oh isn't this where tommy was exiled? Over this way? I think… That means it was somewhere along here that… wait no it was right here… right? We turned on these stairs, stepped down, and pretty sure it was right here… he dug this.. I don’t think I want to visit this place. I want to go back, this isn't really where I want to be.

Anyway um, I wonder if Snowchester has changed. Lets go visit, okay um, that's weird that's freshly planted. Let's head over to Snowchester its that way. Since when was Tubbos' house back? Didn’t Tommy burnt it down? I swear this got burnt down.. I remember the ruins of it, there was a nether tree farm then in it… anyway…. Let's go check out fundys place. I haven't seen him in FOREVER. The last time I saw him was the last war… the day… the last war… WHY ARE THERE BIG MUSEUM THINGS EVERYWHERE??

Where's fundys house? I built it. I remember building it as a prank and then he liked it and lived in it.. Where's my tower? It was here next to the fox, his little fox hole… my towers were gone, it was definitely here, it was a million percent here and it was right next to it. It was somewhere there was a button it had a button. There was a big sign made out of obsidian…

I don’t know if you can tell, but I’ve been pretty purposeless for the past eight days… what the fuck? That's a HOLE. That's a big ass hole! That wasn't always there?! When did a hole show up?? There's a HOLE in my hotel!! I'm trying not to lose my cool and you know when I go the day that I joined, and the first person that greeted me was tommyinnit and still, I wish, I just wish someone logged in and said “hey jack happy one year” and I try to build them a pub and one of these *drinks a swig of alcohol* I mean at least..

Every time….. Everything here and how come it's all the things I care about that get blown up? Lmanburg… Manifold Land- Well I did manifold land but I was pissed off - Everything I care about on this server gets blown up, or destroyed or taken advantage of or.. Betrays me, that happens a lot. I’m not sure if I wanna be here anymore.

I’m not sure if I want to have anything to do with this… maybe that's it. Maybe that's it. What does this place bring? What does this place bring? Ever since I have been part of the “Dream SMP” Things are given to me that are eventually taken or destroyed, friends leave, DEATH, not everyone has died on the server and come back to life admittedly, I have now but the point is, I AM VERY DEFINITE I DON'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS SERVER ANYMORE… Alright? Almost everyone that has promised me something has turned their back. Almost everyone. The last thing anyone said to me was “Ah when las nevadas comes about, we will have a deal jack.. I’ll make it big” Yeahh.. .he really brought a lot of business. How's Las Nevadas doing?? Because when I HEARD it would be done and bring me customers, surely not another person would give me false hope.

Tubbos was the only one I can trust, Tubbo and Niki. I know Niki has become an anarchist or whatever but at least she's happy, and Tubbo was always kind.

I think Las Nevadas is somewhere over here. Let's go look at how “done it is” and how ready for business they are… Looking PRETTY finished for me. Big sign, big building, nice roads. Looking pretty… done. Pretty ready for a business deal. Isn't that a shocker… Isn't it weird yet again that someone promised me something and it fell through again?

So FUCK IT I don’t wana see Snowchester, I dont want to see anything, My WHOLE TIME on this server has been doing things for other people and fighting peoples wars, right? Keeping up hotels and pubs for people to stay, trying to kill people at worst that wasnt me and fighting for them. I haven't done anything for myself. ANYTHING AT ALL. And I said the hotel was for me and look where it got me- in a room for 80 days and a giant bottle of cider I have yet to finish- so fuck it! I’m not dealing with anyone else anymore. The “DREAM SMP” I’m gonna go out and start my own thing. I’m gonna call it the “Dream SSP” survival single player because I’m not dealing with anyone else anymore. Alright?

The day Tommy died, I said I was done with manifold land because the only thing it ever stood for was trying to get rid of him, and although it was also about getting back at him, it was about other people, but this time, I have something new in mind, something completely different…

NEW Manifold land will not cater to anyone else, not fight for anyone else, to I don’t know be anything for anyone else really. New Manifold land will stick very strictly to the name and persist of purely Jack Manifold, and I might steal Godzilla back from Tubbo (his arctic fox). Because as much as I said Niki was kind and Tubbo was kind, where they been the past 80 days? No one came to the hotel. No one came looking for me to which point, I say I’m gonna find myself my own little place. I’m just gonna live. I’m gonna do what I want, the only thing is, I need to find an area of my own, we need to travel. So let's get moving hmm?

[votederpycausemufins]

I give you the final chapter of Summoning Family. It’s been a fun story, and while I have more ideas for it, there are other things I want to write. I mean, i got 114,984 words out of this thing! (so says ao3) I hope you enjoy, and read to the very end for something extra.

@petrichormeraki @helleborusangel

Grian smacked his alarm as it started to ring, making it shut up. He had been up late the night before getting everything ready. About a minute later, the alarm went off again and Grian groaned before shutting it off. The third time he sat up angrily and stared the clock down as he turned the alarm off. Why had past him set such an early alarm? They had done everything yesterday. Except get the cake. And decorate. And- okay they still had a lot to do.

Grian dragged himself out of bed and poured a bucket of water over his head to wake himself up. He then regretted that as he needed to dry his wings afterwards, but then he flew over to Mumbo’s base and barged into his bedroom. 

“WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!” Grian shouted at the top of his lungs to wake Mumbo up, but was surprised when nothing happened. “Mumbo!” Grian then stomped over to the bed, only to find it empty. Confused, the avian started looking through the base, eventually finding the redstoner feeding it. “What are you already doing awake?”

Mumbo jumped a little before looking over. “I could ask you the same thing. At least for me I rigged up some redstone to make sure I got up at the right time. I’ve already gathered up some supplies and in making sure I’ve got everything ready, I actually remembered to feed this place.”

“Good for you. Do you need me to get anything else? I was going to pick up the cake. Do you think Tommy remembered the message on top when ordering it. Oh no, what if he didn’t and it doesn’t-”

“Calm down Grian. I’m barely keeping myself together as it is. If it doesn’t work out, I’m sure store bought will be fine as an emergency.”

“But this is his first birthday! And it wouldn’t be fair if he got a standard one while Jrum would get a fancy cake!”

“Grian, they can’t even eat cake.”

“You’re right! Why did I even bother wanting to get them a cake?!”

“For the guests who can eat cake.” Mumbo quickly answered before continuing. “Although there is the possibility of a mineral cake. If I get some lava I could theoretically- hang on.” And he put down a shulker box and started going through it. “Of course a diamond on top since it will probably just be a cupcake or something, though we don’t want to leave Jrum out. And I think I’ve still got a chisel in my ender chest.”

“Well, It looks like you’ve got something to do.” Grian responded, feeling much calmer now that it looked like they had a good plan in place. “So even if this cake doesn’t work out, we’ll still have something good. But I’m still going to see if I can pick up the one we ordered so I’m going to run and grab that.” Mumbo half nodded, giving a slight wave, too busy planning on a mineral cake for Grum. 

Grian chuckled before making a portal and heading to the SMP. When he got to the other side, he pulled out a piece of paper. “Okay. Coordinates, coordinates… Ah, okay so the bakery is that way.” He turned in the direction of the coordinates and for a moment considered flying, but he remembered how close everything was and if he flew, he would probably pass it quickly.

It didn’t take long to actually reach the building, though Grian still double checked, even with the various signs of it being a bakery. Finally, he walked inside and went up to the counter, a bell ringing overhead as he opened the door. “I’ll be with you in a minute.” A voice from further in the building called and Grian just waited.

After about a minute and a half, a woman walked out and greeted Grian. “Hello there. Hoping to buy something or order?”

“Neither actually, I’m picking up an order. It should be under the name Tommy Innit but I’m the one picking it up.”

“Ah, yes! Tommy’s cake! I made sure to take special care of it!” The woman smiled and Grian narrowed his eyes slightly as it was a smile he was very familiar with, having used it plenty himself.

“Right, well did he remember to ask for a message to be written on top?” Grian asked, the woman shaking her head. “Right, I was worried about that. I hope it won’t be too much of a hassle to add that. I can pay extra if need be.”

“Hmm, yeah I can do that. What’s the message?”

“Well it’s… Here let me write it down just to be sure, I don’t want it wrong on such a special day.” The avian said before pulling a pen out and writing on his paper.

“Special… day?” The woman asked and Grian could hear the nervousness in her voice.

“Oh yes.” Grian couldn’t help but give a slight sly smile of his own. It looked like he’d have to get a store bought cake after all, but he wanted to see how this would go as he put the paper down. “It’s my kid’s first birthday. He’s… sort of adopted so while he’s not an infant, it’s still the first birthday he’s gotten to have so I’m making sure it’s perfect. So a simple 

Happy Birthday Grum’ will do.”

The woman stared at the piece of paper like it had just shown up and killed her family as she watched. “Right… birthday party for a child. Hmm. I think I got the design a bit wrong. Let me get you a second one. I can always comp the other person for the delay.” And she went into the back again, leaving Grian smiling. This was probably another person who had it out for Tommy, so messing with her was proving to be fun.

Listening carefully, he could pick up the woman panickedly whispering to someone else. “Jack we fucked up, Tommy’s not eating the cake, he ordered it for someone else!”

“What? Who? Ranboo or Tubbo?”

“No! I don’t even know the person out there but apparently the cake is for the birthday of a previously orphaned child!”

“Oh shit!”

“Yeah! So now we need to find a way to quickly make a non-poisoned cake before this guy gets suspicious.”

“You passed that point a while ago.” Grian called out into the shop. “I’ve done my fair share of schemes and recognize a scheming smile when I see it.”

Grian couldn’t help but smile as there was complete silence before the woman slowly came back out of the shop. “Right, so I guess, I don’t really have a cake for you.”

“No it’s fine. You said it’s poisoned? Did you use poison as a substitute for milk?”

“Well…”

“So you put both in there. That’s going to make this much easier. It always depends on the person, but milk normally stops any poisons, so a cake like that will just make someone sick for a bit but not actually poison them. Maybe just cause some nausea. It’s an easy enough fix!”

“You’ve… poisoned cakes before?” The woman asked.

“I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of… but poison cakes are not one of them, that was hilarious. Just not when it’s people I care about, which is why I even know how to fix it. Essentially we just need some milk and some netherwart. I’m guessing you have that somewhere?”

“Uh, let me check.” She turned to yell behind her. “Jack do we have any netherwart?!”

“No, but I can grab some!”

“Hurry up!”

“Yeah I know!”

The woman turned back to Grian. “So… it might take a little bit.”

Grian just leaned on the counter. “Oh I’ve got time since I don’t need to pick up a new cake. How about you start with that message and we can talk. What’s your name?”

“Uh, Niki.” The woman nervously answered as she grabbed the poisoned cake.

“Well Niki, seems like you didn’t like my brother much. I’d like to know why that is if you don’t mind.”

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“Alright team, let’s get this place built.” Scar said as he rubbed his hands together. “We’ve technically only got fifteen minutes, so let’s make it count. Plus I managed to get a good sale out of thi-”

“Can we just start building already man?” Ren spoke up, and Scar jokingly glared.

“Oh alright. Start building!” And Scar used some vex magic to set up a little bit of localized time displacement for some super fast build mode. Though he wanted to help out as well, someone needed to stop the spell if any certain robots wandered over. And of course the only one currently around to do that was Scar, so he had to stay outside of it. Having never actually been on the outside of the spell, he got distracted for a bit watching everything happen, which was perfectly fine. Neither of the bots made their way to Aqua Town, and even if they had, Jellie was keeping an eye on things.

As things were still being built, Mumbo arrived and set down shulker boxes. “Sorry I’m late. I was up early of course, and so was Grian, but we got talking and realized there was something we forgot, so then I got busy doing that.”

“Well don’t worry about that Mumbolio, the place isn’t completely built yet, so decorating is still yet to come. The kids are still with Tommy?”

“As far as I’m aware, yes. Hopefully if they’re awake, they’re not causing too much trouble. Do you think they’re upset about not being with us for breakfast?”

Scar thought it over. “Maybe they’re a little disappointed, but I’m sure they’re happy about knowing that you’re setting something up for Grum, even if they don’t know exactly what it is.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Yeah! Though could you also check with Tommy? I want to make sure I probably don’t have to worry about stopping the bubble and possibly also put up something for cloaking.”

“Right! Yes let me do that.” And Mumbo fumbled just a little bit before getting his comm to message Tommy. He sent a message off and waited for a bit for Tommy to respond. When one didn’t immediately come in, he got a bit nervous, but a few more minutes calmed him. “Well, they’re either still asleep or busy, so that’s probably good.”

“Good to know! Unless something changes in the next, I want to say five or so minutes, we should be good.” Scar responded, Jellie giving and approving meow as she groomed herself at Scar’s side.

“Well then I’ll keep watching for a message.”

“Got it. So, what did you get for decorations?” Scar asked, peeking into a shulker box.

“Well, his favorite colors are red and light blue, so there’s a lot of streamers and balloons and what not in those colors. Also got it in a music theme since I wasn’t sure how to make a party theme out of building.”

“Oh, that sounds nice. And got any plans for Grum?”

“Fantasy themed since he’s always going out to your village to play plus he seems to really like stories with that theme.”

“Alright, I’ll start drawing up plans for that tonight.”

“That sounds alright. Grian already sent an order in to The Boomers so this plot can be cleared again.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Keep it up. Better to keep the history around.I can sell another plot of land for the next party.”

“Well that’s very kind of you.” Mumbo started. “But again, it’s already been paid for. Though I’m sure they would be willing to listen to the change of plans.”

“Well, I normally wouldn’t suggest it, but you might buy a plot of land from Bdubs and get it cheap but using what would have gone to The Boomers.”

“Hmm, I’ll discuss that with Grian when he gets back.” Mumbo glanced down at his communicator. “Ah, they’re awake now. Tommy gave them the old reliable of a bowl or redstone though Grum got his with quartz.”

“Oh yeah, we’ll definitely finish building before they show up.”

“Then I’ll start prepping the decorations.”

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Grian waved to Niki and Jack beforing picking up the cake box. “Thanks for the cake! And if you want to try killing Tommy again, you’ll need to try something sneakier to get past me!” Grian smiled at the pair, who gave nervous ones back. As he left, they retreated further into the bakery. To do what, Grian didn’t care since he had other things to pick up. Or rather, he had people to pick up.

Grian flew up into the air and looked around before spotting a snowy town to the north. That was probably Snowchester, which was where he was trying to go anyway. From there, flying to the town was easy, but actually knowing which house to go to was a bit more difficult. He didn’t immediately see any signs saying who lived where, so Grian’s first idea was to just knock on every door. That is, until he saw a certain ziglin looking out the window of one of the houses.

When the child saw him, he immediately started bouncing and ran off further into the house. Grian walked over to the house and knocked on the door, waiting as he heard movement inside. A few moments later, the door opened. Ranboo stood there, Michael now clinging to his leg and looking up at Grian. “Hey! I’m here to start picking people up and to be honest, this is the only place I knew to find people right now.”

“Well, I sort of know where some people are, but I can check if Tubbo is awake enough to help out with that.”

“Sounds good to me.” Grian agreed, then followed Ranboo into the house. As he waited for Ranboo to get Tubbo, the avian watched as Michael showed off some of his toys. Grian smiled and set the cake down to look at what was being shared with him. He was especially happy at the plush chicken, parroting a few clucks which made Michael squeal in delight.

Before long, Ranboo returned with Tubbo, who still looked a little tired, but was still awake and dressed. “Hey, sorry. Guess I slept in a bit.”

“No, it’s perfectly fine. I nearly did the same after being so busy the other day. We’re not supposed to start until a bit after lunch, so I’m early anyway, but Tommy’s back home and I only really knew about this place since Grum remembered it. No clue where everyone else lives.”

“Well, who all are you after again?”

“Fundy, Puffy, Wilbur, Techno and my dad.” Grian answered. “To be honest, just messaging them all would probably work if you could do that. My comm is a mess right now.”

“What happened to it?”

“I have never. Ever. In my life. Hated a chicken like the one I apparently own now.”

Tubbo and Ranboo glanced at each other. “Do we want to know.”

Grian sighed. “Probably not. It’s a long story. All I know is it messed with some ribbons, and when I tried to stop it, it broke my comm.”

“Well, I’ll message Fundy and Puffy. Ranboo, can you message Phil? I’m sure he’ll be near Techno or Wilbur, so that should get two birds with one stone.”

“Um, I’m the only other avian, thank you very much.” Grian said jokingly before he laughed. “But yeah, that sounds good to me.”

Tubbo nodded and sent some messages, Ranboo doing the same. Before long, they had responses from everyone and the only person who needed to be picked up was Techno, who was still living out in the middle of nowhere. Grian begrudgingly picked him up, dropping him on the landing absolutely completely on accident.

“Alright, I’ve got the cake, I’ve got all of you, you guys got presents or cards if you wanted to bring them?” Grian asked, looking at everyone, glaring at Techno to try and will him to not say he forgot something. Fortunately, Ranboo was the only one to have forgotten anything, and even then, Tubbo had remembered it for him. “Okay, good.”

Grian opened up a portal and gestured to it. “Alright, this should take you right in front of town hall, I’ll be the last through and lead you once I’m on the other side with you. Got it? Good! Let’s go.”

One by one, everyone made their way through the portal, the one exception being Ranboo and Michael who went through at the same time. Grian double checked everyone successfully got through before picking up the cake and- jumping as a chicken showed up, poking its head through the portal. 

“Oh come on. Go back through!” Grian tried shooing the chicken with a foot, his hands full with the cake. Instead of listening, it just hissed at him, coming all the way through and pecking at his feet. “Ow! Hey! If you don’t go through, I’m going to close the portal behind me and leave you stuck here!”

The chicken hissed again before jumping back through the portal, Grian following behind. He handed the cake off before closing the portal and taking it back. 

“So, I’m guessing that’s the chicken you talked about before?” Tubbo piped up, making Grian nod.

“Yep. Now let’s just head to the building. Follow me.” And Grian started walking, doing his best to dodge the chicken that kept following him and almost tripping him. “Please, how did you even get here from the mansion?”

The chicken of course didn’t answer, but it did move closer to where Michael was, the child enamored by the bird, especially as it currently donned a shiny ribbon around its neck. Michael wriggled to be put down, but after Grian’s reaction to the chicken, Ranboo was hesitant to let the ziglin leave his arms.

It fortunately didn’t take too long to reach the newly built building, a number of hermits on scaffolding around the place hanging up decorations. “Wait, what are you all doing? This wasn’t part of the plan.”

Etho slid down a bit of scaffolding to get down to Grian. “Yeah, well it’s a special occasion. At least it’s not another war right? But where are we putting the presents? I’ve got mine ready.”

Grian just sighed as Etho held up ribbons floating in the shape of a box. “I thought I paid for that.”

“Yeah, you did. But the kids didn’t.” Etho said, and Grian could hear the smirk from behind the mask.

“Alright fine, but there better not be any walls around.” Grian rolled his eyes and started walking towards the door.

“Wait actually there’s-” And Grian crashed into a wall of glass in front of the entrance. Etho grabbed the cake away just in time that it didn’t get destroyed, and Grian just laid on the ground.

“There’s a wall.”

“Yeah there’s a wall.”

“I hate glass sometimes.”

No one was able to stop Phil before he did the same thing as Grian and walked face first into the wall of glass he couldn’t see.

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“Ace of spades.” Jrum said as he set down the card. To his left, Tommy smiled and put down a card of his own.

“As if that would work.” He set down an uno card. “Plus four.”

“Hey! That’s not fair!”

Tommy shrugged. “Too bad, I had it in my hand.”

“Yeah, I think it’s a great choice.” Grum nodded. “Jolteon, I choose you.”

At the same time Tommy and Jrum groaned at the card. “What the fuck Grum, I thought you were out of evolution cards!”

“Because you always forget there are branch ones.” Grum said smugly. “So that makes it your turn Jrum.”

“Okay fine! I’ve got garudamon. That’s a third stage card which stops your jolteon.”

“No it doesn’t, you used queen of hearts to get Philomena in there, so it only counts as a stage two.”

“Dammit! I forgot!” Jrum groaned, but then gestured to Tommy to take his turn.

“I play vertical half fire, half gold!”

“You added a seven dragons card to your deck?!” Jrum stomped his foot. “Where did you even get one?”

“Someone on the SMP had it for some reason. Cost a whole diamond for it.”

“Yeah, because you suck at bluffing.” Grum spoke up as he stared at his hand of cards.

“I do not!” Tommy retorted, crossing his arms.

“Yes you do. Mini outrage crowbar.” Grum put down a card which would normally be about the fourth the size of normal cards, but all of the cards were in sleeves so their backs couldn’t be seen, making it a level playing field.

“Ugh, I guess I’m down a point.” Tommy rested his head in his hand. “Fine, what do you have Jrum?”

“Battle!” He slapped down a very generic looking card. “Rock paper scissors!” Tommy threw rock while both the bots did paper. “Aww, no one did scissors!”

“Oh thank fuck. I need to draw anyway.” And instead of playing a card, he drew two instead.

“Well then that means I can play Legacy. The Revere ring means I won’t lose points the next time someone tries to take them!”

“Then I get to win!” Jrum smiled, making Grum and Tommy both look at him in shock. “I’ve got the two and a half of hearts! Steal double points if they would be protected!”

“Noooooo!” Grum groaned. “My points!”

From there, everyone dissolved into laughter and then put their cards away. “Alright, well I guess while we were playing your dad messaged me. Sounds like it’s birthday time.”

From there, Grum and Jrum stopped smiling to look at each other for a moment. “Are you sure? I mean, technically it’s my birthday, but at the same time, it’s also past then.”

“Because of the whole time thing? I mean, I guess, but did you guys actually celebrate or anything?” Tommy asked, the bots shaking their heads. “Then yeah, it’s your birthday. Don’t fight it. Even if you want to argue, pretend you don’t because you’re just going to get free shit out of it.”

“Hmm… I do like free shit.” Grum nodded. “Alright, I’m in. Let’s go.”

Tommy smiled at how he had rubbed off on the bot before leading them towards Aquoo town. Before they even landed, they spotted the new building and headed straight there, landing in front of it. Jrum and Tommy were both excited, but Grum still looked a bit nervous about it all. “What if something happens?”

Tommy turned around and went back to Grum’s side. “Hey, nothing bad’s gonna happen. Everyone’s in one place, only death that might happen is from minigames, but I think everyone made sure to not make those. I mean, there’s even a regen beacon set up just in case. Iskall and Stress said they’re going to try and stay away just to be safe, so they’ve probably already dropped off presents.”

“Why? I messed up with making it so they couldn’t come.”

“Hey Grum, remember my beach party? How I was freaking out thinking people wouldn’t show up like with my first one?”

“Yeah.” Grum nodded.

“And how I had no reason to be? This is kinda like this. There’s no reason to freak out, it’s safe and everyone’s trying to make you happy. And it’s not like you’re the only one getting this treatment, or are you forgetting my birthday.”

Both of the bots giggled at their memories of that. “Okay, I guess you’re right.”

“Does this mean we can go inside now? I wanna sca- I mean, see who’s here!” Jrum said, bouncing a bit.

“Yeah, let’s go in.”

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The party was extremely eventful. A number of minigames kept everyone occupied and everyone was sharing stories. A few motes of interest came up during the stories, such as the wars Hermitcraft had had as well as the fact that L’Manberg started because of a drug van more or less.

When it came time for cake, the one Niki had made was presented for the whole singing of happy birthday. They had a little trouble as Jellie decided she wanted to try and eat some of the cake while the candles were still lit, but Scar managed to pull her away. 

With a bit of help from a piece of paper being used as a fan, Grum blew the candles out. As everyone was given slices of the cake, Mumbo set a special cupcake in front of Grum that he could eat. The redstoner was about to give another one which wasn’t quite as extravagant to Jrum, but in the bot’s few moments of thinking he was left out, he stole a piece of cake and tried smashing it against his screen, only for it to disappear. “Huh… I think we can eat actual food now.”

No one was too upset about Grum getting a slice of actual cake, mainly as they were too busy trying to wrap their heads around what happened. Though it was also since Grum was the guest of honor. Before long, all the cake was eaten, no one showing any signs of being poisoned. From there, a whole cart of presents was pulled over, Grum wide eyed at the amount there was stacked there.

Grum looked at all of them, trying to decide which to grab. His eyes caught Etho’s gift and he pulled it closer and undid the ribbon. “Oh yay. Glass. How thoughtful.” Grum thanked, everyone giving Etho a few eye rolls or glares. Following that, everyone watched as the bot stared Etho dead in the eyes and ate it, Grian Mumbo and Jrum being the only ones that knew he could do that. “I eat quartz, redstone and diamonds. Why is this such a surprise?”

“Well, I guess let’s do real presents now.” Tommy said, handing an actually wrapped present to Grum. “That’s mine. I think you’ll know what to do with it.”

Grum was confused for a second before opening the present, eyes lighting up at the contents. “A stylophone! Yes I know exactly what to do with this!” Grum turned the small instrument on and tested the scale before just a few notes. “Okay, I think we want… eight ten eight ten ten eight, seven nine seven six.” He tested out the keys, glad that it sounded right, then he inhaled loudly before quickly playing the notes. 

As soon as he finished playing the notes, he, Tommy, Jrum, Tubbo and even Grian all shouted at the same time. “LET’S GO!” And the room was filled with an extremely bass boosted song for a few seconds. Fortunately, since Grian had known what was about to happen, he quickly used some Watcher magic to save the ears of everyone with advanced hearing, something that Ren was grateful for since he had already gone through this once before.

When Grum went for the next present, everything shifted a bit and out popped the head of a certain chicken from the middle of the pile of presents. “Wh- how did you get in there?!” Grian asked, trying to pull the chicken out. It just hissed and pecked at him when he tried, leaving him to pull away. 

Grum tried next and it gave no resistance, so he patted the chicken. “Were you trying to be one of my birthday presents?” The chicken gave a single cluck. “Well then, I guess Kokatori is my chicken now.”

“It’s named what?” Phil asked.

“Apparently it’s name is Kokatori.” Grian answered. “That’s what I was told when he was given to me.”

“Huh. Good to know.”

Grum’s next present was from his brother, it being a number of various cards and a new set of card sleeves. After that was from Wilbur, which was a guitar perfect for Grum’s size. Techno had found some sort of journal to give as a present. Scar gave him a diamond statue, which was also packaged together with Bdubs’ gift of lots of bedsheets, which he said were for pillow forts and not just because he had plenty of spares. Beef’s was a voucher for a piano, mainly because he couldn’t wrap it. 

There were plenty of presents after that, but once they were all unwrapped, Grian and Mumbo pulled out one more. “Alright, currently it’s just covered by blankets because we didn’t have wrapping paper to cover something this big.”

“What is it?” Grum asked, walking over to the giant present.

“Well, when building you two, there were some things we had to leave out, so this is a recreation of something we had to leave out of you.” Mumbo explained.

Grum grabbed the blanket covering the thing and pulled it off, revealing a redstone machine that he soon recognized. “My music making system! I can finally make the thing that’s been stuck in my head!”

Before anyone could stop him, Grum started messing with the machine, and before long, a music disc popped out. Tommy always had a jukebox on him in some form, so he put it down and they played the disc. “So, what’s it for?”

“Well, Dad said he wanted to make a minigame for the barge.” Grum started to explain.

“It’s a shopping experience. Not a minigame.” Grian complained, getting a few laughs.

“Yeah, anyway, he needed music for it, and I had an idea, and, well, now he’s got something for it!”

“Well thanks for that.” Grian said, taking the disc out again. “Uh, we can make copies, right?” Grum nodded. “Alright. Well, the next question is if you want to keep this here and we can change this place into a music studio for you, or if you want it at the mansion or the ruin.”

“Hmm, here works, but maybe keep it out of the way ‘cause I want to play more games with people!”

“Yeah, I’m sure everyone’s down with that.”

The presents were put aside and people either went back to games, or excused themselves if they had somewhere to be. Grian had to take Puffy back as well as Wilbur, and then Fundy left to go see Iskall, Grum being understanding that he wanted to be with someone who wasn’t there and he knew longer.

Though he didn’t officially leave, Phil still stepped outside to get away from the noise of the party. When it was quiet enough, he pulled out a communicator and flipped through the contacts, finally reaching one he hadn’t touched in a long time. He pressed the call button and held the comm to his ear, waiting as it rang.

“Yeah, hello?”

“Hey, it’s Phil.”

“Phil? Hey, haven’t heard from you in, what, how many years?”

“Who knows. Just, A lot has happened recently and-”

“Hey while I’d love to talk, I’m sort of running out of battery and I’m currently the prisoner to some pirates who hurt my dragon and got them to fly off. I can call you back when I can, but for now it’s got to be quick.”

“Finally found Xelqua, I’ve got grandkids, looks like there’s a spy here.”

“Haven’t killed the spy yet?”

“Yeah that’s an issue because one of the grandkids likes it and has it as a pet now.”

“Oh wonderful. Whose kid by the way?”

“Xel’s.”

“Huh, thought he’d still be in jail. I didn’t think he had any sort of bail.”

“Wait, what are you talking about? You knew where he was this whole time?!”

“I sent you letters. I mean, before I moved to Minecrack, I was still doing my tv series. I’m actually back to doing it, which is where I am right now.”

“So one of your letters actually said you knew where he was? Now I wish I had read them all. Why couldn’t you just text or call for something important?”

“Because you never know what a spy can get into with all those digital things. The one you’ve got could-”

“Could what? Hello? Paul? Are you there?” Phil sighed and put his comm away. “Right, guess the batter died. Guess that’s something I’ll have to look into.”

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The sun wasn’t quite setting when the party officially ended, but it was getting late. Everyone headed home left, Though Ranboo and Tubbo stayed behind to let Michael and the bots have a sleepover. Grum was especially excited about it when Grian came back from taking everyone home and seeming a bit out of it.

“Does this mean we can have a cuddle pile?” Grum asked, getting a nod from Grian.

“Oh hell no. I’m too manly for cuddling.” Tommy tried to argue, but GRum went over to him and gave him big puppy eyes.

“Please? It’s still my birthday.”

“...Fuck you.” Tommy replied, failing to the eyes with a sigh. “Alright fine, but the couples better not get too lovey dovey and shit.”

“No promises.” Grian said, tiredly. “But speaking of, where’s Mumbo?”

“Daddy said he was putting all the presents in some shulker boxes.” Jrum answered. “Amd I gonna get as many presents as Grum did on my birthday?”

“Yup.” Grian answered. “Welp, now that we know where he is, time to go to the mansion.”

Instead of flying them there, Grian just used a bit of magic to teleport them to his nest platform, flopping down on the hay a moment later. Tommy went and got blankets since he knew where they were while Tubbo and Ranboo watched over the bots and Michael as they played. Kokatori had also been brought along and played with the kids, though any time Ranboo or Tubbo got too close to it, it hissed at them.

Eventually Tommy returned with blankets as well as Mumbo, who had returned and helped Tommy with the blankets. Before long, everyone was curled up in blankets or wings or arms. Tommy was the last to fall asleep, thinking about how it all started when he and Grian were hanging out here. Now, here they were, a few weeks later with more friends and closer together.

Tommy shifted a little to pull one of Grian’s wings over him as a blanket, then finally fell asleep, and everyone was quiet.

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Except…

With everyone asleep, Kokatori carefully got out of Grum’s arms and hopped out of the nest. It opened its wings and let a communicator fall to the floor. Opening it up, it saw the most recent use: a phone call in the middle of the party. Just what they were after.

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oh whoops, I’ve got a sequel planned.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

New Rules

Hi, it’s been a while. I was writing the sinner and the i kissed a boy Au, but I nearly sashimi-tised my finger so I couldn’t finish it earlier.

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner X Male Reader

Words: 2.1k

Warning: F words

I Kissed a boy AU!

                                                       -Hotch-

It was your fault, alright. You didn’t delete your ex’s phone number from your phone. But you keep reminded yourself that it was better this way because you didn’t answer the call. If you did delete the number, you would’ve answered the call and who knows what he’d say to you. Your ex has been calling you several times during your day shift including your breaks, receiving curious and amusing looks from your colleagues. 

“Either block the number or answer it,” your colleague, June raised her brows while driving. 

“Damn it, sorry,” you mumbled an apology as you turned off the sound. That was a third call from your ex while you were with June. 

“You know, Ben told me you’ve been getting calls.” That big mouth Ben, you inwardly growled at one of your colleagues. Ben was a good guy, but he was a blabber mouth. The ambulance slowly halted as the light turned to red. “It’s your ex, isn’t it?” She asked knowingly, she was one of the people who knew about how bad your relationship had been with your ex.

“Yeah, I don’t know why he’s calling. It’s been some time we broke up.” To be honest, you forgot how long it had been when you were with your ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t a good relationship, and he was a violent guy. You weren’t sure what you saw in him back then. An ill-tempered sanguine man, he was. Having a relationship with Aaron made the former bad relationship forgettable. 

“Just don’t answer and delete the number. No, block it.” June rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why you’re dragging this staff.” 

“What if something happened?” You mumbled, he might be in a trouble and might be asking for your help. 

“So?” June looked at you incredulously before turning her face to front again. “He’s neither your boyfriend nor friend. You’re not a police officer or anything, you don’t have to help him. You already have that Aaron guy as your boyfriend, don’t think about others.” 

You just stared outside. One by one, the cars were turning their light on as the Sun dropped to the horizon. 

“You listening to me?” She narrowed her eyes as you didn’t seem to hear her. “F/N!” June yelled out your name. 

You dropped your phone from start. “Shit!” You bend your waist to pick up the phone. “What the hell, Matsumoto!” But you couldn’t reach your phone as it went under the seat. “You’ve done it, thanks.” You said drily, giving up getting your phone. 

“Well, you didn’t answer me,” she snorted. “You can get the phone out when we arrive.” 

“Thank me for muting it, or else we would’ve traumatised by my ringtone.” 

                                                       -Hotch-

You wanted to be alone but didn’t want to be in a quiet place after your shift. Your colleagues invited you for a booze, but you refused tonight. You will have your own booze, but just with yourself. With the calls, you didn’t want to bother Aaron with your depressed feelings. While walking along the street you found a boisterous bar. You peeked the inside if there was a party going on, but the noise was just from patrons talking and music. You went inside a dim lighted bar and found yourself a stool in the corner. 

It wasn’t that busy so the bartender came to you as soon as he saw you sitting on the tall stool. “Hey, do you need something?” The bartender casually asked with a friendly smile.

“Yeah.” You mindlessly nodded and ordered your drink and something to eat. 

Hopefully the food will be alright. He said something but his voice was buried by some patron’s yelling, and he yelled at the patron ‘hey, no fighting in here’, then he left to the kitchen for the order. With narrowed eyes, you put your phone on the bench which was still silently ringing. Can’t he just give up already? He was getting on your nerves and you glared at your poor phone. 

                                                       -Hotch-

The bartender looked at the last patron of the bar. The guy who went in and ordered his drinks several times. And he was sure the guy was drunk as a sailor. 

“Hey, pal, you need to go home now.” Sean looked down at the guy who was tapping his phone with his finger. 

“He migh’ be there, waitin’ for me.” The drunk guy mumbled miserably. It was hard to decipher as he was slurring too much. 

“You have friends? Family, I can call?” He sighed. “Hey, I don’t know what’s going on, but I have to close the bar and go home. You can’t stay here.” 

“Righ’,” he rolled the ‘r’. The guy pulled out his dark wallet and fumbled out his card. “My ex’s keep callin’ me, I don wanna go back.” Despite his slurred speech, Sean could understand most of the part. 

“Yeah, don’t answer your ex. Ex is ex, it’s just another stranger to you now.” Sean asserted, and the guy pouted at him. He just shrugged at the drunk guy. 

Suddenly the guy’s demeanour changed. “Check, please!” He grinned at Sean who shook his head a little. 

When Sean returned to him, unfortunately he passed out. “Sometimes I hate this job,” he swore under his breath. Sean tried to wake the patron, but it was futile. “Ah, fuck.” 

He couldn’t call a cab now. His eyes went to the drunk’s phone and hoped it wasn’t locked. It wasn’t locked and he was relieved at that. He could just find someone to call and he just froze at the contact the patron had. 

“What the?” 

Sean dumbly stared at his brother’s smiling photo. He couldn’t remember when his brother smiled like that, and this guy had a photo of Aaron smiling. Which was a rarest thing in the world. Moreover, Aaron’s contact was on the favourite list with a pink heart next to his name. He was sure his face was making a ‘puking’ face. Urg, his brother smiling like that made him goose bumps. At least it wasn’t towards Sean. Anyway, if his contact was on the favourite list -with a scary pink heart- they must be close, right? Like close, close. Sean shook his head roughly, definitely not thinking his brother that way. 

When he called his brother’s deep voice answered, though with affection. Sean shivered, nearly dropping the phone. 

                                                       -Hotch-

Aaron was happy you called. It was rare for you to call him this late. With a smile Aaron answered your call, but there was no reply. “F/N?” He furrowed his brows, a train of thoughts quickly rushing in his brain. 

“Aaron.” Aaron blinked. This voice was familiar, and he never imagined he’d hear this voice from your phone. “Hey, it’s Sean.” His brother said in a quiet voice. 

“I know.” He could only managed to say that. 

 “This guy, is he your…?” 

“If you’re looking for a word ‘boyfriend’, he is.” Aaron knew he said it rather defensively, but he wasn’t about to hear any stupid comments from his younger brother. 

“Well, this is quite a first impression for both of us.” Sean tried to ease Aaron’s stiffness. “I have nothing against gay, don’t worry.” 

“Why do you have F/N’s phone?” Aaron asked impatiently. He was already dressing up from his pyjamas to go out. 

“He’s drunk. You need to pick him up.” 

                                                       -Hotch-

Firstly, he stared at his brother, who seemed to be working at the bar. Secondly, he saw you all drunk, sleeping on the stool. You were the last customer and Sean was shrugging at Aaron. 

“I thought you wanted to cook?” Aaron raised his brows, remembering a little quarrel from several years ago. 

“Well, I still need to work more.” Sean shoved his hands into his pockets. “Don’t analyse me, Aaron.” He squinted his eyes towards at his older brother. 

“Fine, I’ll not ask for now.” Aaron huffed. Sure, his little brother was an adult, but he will always worry Aaron. “You could’ve told me you were in the town, however.” He snapped at the younger man. 

It’s been years he actually saw Sean face-to-face. Aaron understood Sean being busy when he didn’t attend Haley’s funeral, but he actually wanted his brother to be there for him. 

“Hey, sorry, I was really busy. I would’ve called you sooner.” Sean held his hands up, for once admitting what he has done had hurt Aaron. 

The brothers stared at each other for a minute and Aaron’s attention turned to you. “Hey, F/N,” Aaron called you softly, but you were deeply in your dream. 

“He’s not waking up, you’ll need to carry him.” But Sean looked rather doubtful at his brother carrying you in a drunken state. “He already paid.” He added as soon as he saw Aaron taking out his wallet. Sean then whistled lowly as Aaron easily held you into his strong arms. “Bridal carry, does it mean he’s gonna be your wife?” 

“Sean!” Aaron glared at his younger brother. Sean apologised but Aaron knew his brother didn’t mean one bit. 

“I’m really sorry I didn’t call you. But I recently found this job after your birthday.” Sean scratched his head. “You can introduce him,” he nodded towards you, “when we see next time.” 

“Hopefully soon.” 

“Yeah, man. And tell Jack Uncle Sean said ‘hi’ Oh, by the way, he’s ex’s been calling him a lot apparently. You should do something about it.” 

                                                       -Hotch-

Your head hurt. A lot. You shouldn’t have had so many drinks last night. But you did anyway and now you’re having the consequence. Bugger. Right now, you needed water. Without looking around, you headed out to get water. You could smell something delicious, but you ignored your grumbling stomach for now. Before you could reach the refrigerator, someone handed a cup of ice-cold water to you. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled as you swallowed the cold water whole. 

“Feel alright?” 

“Nah ah.” Then you spat your water in a comical way and stared at Aaron. “What’re you doing here?” 

“I thought this was my home,” Aaron said plainly as he grabbed a rag to clean the water. 

Grabbing your throbbing head inwardly, you quickly looked around your surroundings. Especially several child’s drawings on the refrigerator caught your eyes. Jack’s drawings were attached proudly on the metallic surface, and one of them was Henry’s birthday drawing for Aaron. 

“Sean called me, and I brought you here.” 

You sat on the stool, your hands on the bench looking at your boyfriend. “Sean?” 

“The bartender. He’s my brother.” If water was in your mouth, you would’ve spat it again. This time Aaron laughed at your face. “I didn’t know he was working as a bartender there. Bet he was shocked when he saw my picture on your phone.” Your first impression to your boyfriend’s brother became drunken you. Fuck. You could feel your face going hot with heat. “Don’t worry about it. Sean’s another topic for now. You’ve been getting calls from your ex, I hear?” He casually turned and moved fried eggs from the pan to a white plate. 

“I, what? How?” 

He devilishly smiled at your grumbling stomach. “I will set some rules for you, F/N. You can eat after if you agree my rules.” 

You looked at Aaron and the food back and forth. Aaron wouldn’t do anything to harm you or do something bad, unlike your ex. You trusted Aaron. “Okay…?” You agreed hastily. 

“Now, block the number. Don’t answer him.” Aaron put the plate in front of you. 

“I’ve heard that a couple times last night already.” 

“Well, they did give you a good advice then.” He moved back to get a fork for you. “And if he comes to your home, call me and don’t ever let him enter your house.” He placed the fork on the plate and grabbed your chin lightly. “Finally, don’t be his friend.” 

“Aaron...” 

“I don’t profile my family or friends, but it comes to natural for me. I can’t stop myself from picking a hint or two. He’s not worth it and forget about him. I can’t be there for you all the time, but I’ll protect you with my life. I won’t let you get hurt because of some guy.” 

You shook your head, huffing out a little laughter. “You sound like jealous.” 

“Wouldn’t I be when I heard your ex’s been calling you and you couldn’t block the number and became drunk?” 

“I don’t intend to run away from you.” 

He cupped your face and kissed you, his tongue gently sweeping over your wet lips from the water. He pulled away with a satisfied smile. “Good.”

[tfw-no-tennis]

hxh RESUME

back at it again w/the hxh, heres my recap of the last few eps 

ok so i totally forgot to recap that one ep at the end of the hunter exam arc lets see what i remember from like 3 wks ago lollll

i thiiiiink i left off in the middle of ep 21 lol. i really dont remember much tbh so im gonna skim the ep to refresh

exposition time! its so wild that if you lose ur hunter card That It like u cant get another or retake the exam hgabjdfuhasjf Ls 

also the fact that you can sell it is rlly interesting 

leorio & kurapika backing up gon as he confronts illumi again :’) good lil family 

illumi u fool. gon is a shounen protag. he can do anything he sets his mind to

the fact that gon thanks illumi for telling him where killua is....hes literally THAT polite like...what a perfect boy 

hisoka just fuckgin stepping out of the shadows....ok bitch 

the fact that gon fucked up illumis arm that bad with one hand....boi is STRONK 

AUGH AUGH AUGHHHH HISOKA IS SO CREEPY AUGHHH I HATE THIS BIIIITCH 

ok but like is illumi implying that hisoka is a fr p*do bc uhhhhh thats so nasty oh lord. pls stay away from gon, and killua, and like everyone as a matter of fact 

EWWWWWWWWWW I HATE HISOKA HES SO NASTY. PLS STOP MAKING P*RNO FACES IN RELATION TO 12 YR OLD BOYS. 

no but rlly what IS hisoka gonna do now. im assuming he’ll show up p soon (tho probs not in the zoldyc arc like i thought bc its shorter than i thought) 

ok the fact that they have the internet is hilariously wild to me for some reason....it just seems like this would be one of those fantasy shounen worlds with very little tech (a la one piece) but lol nope we can just google shit hvbhjdhjdfks

gon: it was fun when you beat me up for 3 hours and broke my arm! seeya dude!

i love gon he is so chill and doesnt seem to hold grudges except when it really matters (like hisoka and illumi) 

hanzo has.....ninja business cards....thats amazing hvbhsdjkujfnd

dont worry pokkle, leorio was basically carried thru the hunter exam by various people and also won by default. he still deserves his license tho

an exotic game hunter sounds pretty cool! i wonder if we’ll see pokkle again. kinda doubt it? that sounds pretty firmly non-combat based, and therefore probably pretty far from any plot lol

so gons dad is a bigshot huh.....whatever hed be a bigger deal if he didnt abandon his son tbh 

gon swinging his feet on the bench....sooo cute 

so ging could restore a bunch of ruins but he couldnt raise his son...ok

im just gonna be bitter at this guy for abandoning the most perfect boy vhbhjfbsjhdhbfsk sorry dude but being a good hunter doesnt make up for being a shit father 

gon is so precious ;_; 

WHAT WAS SATOTZ GONNA SAY TO GON???

why does it look like theyre googling things on MS paint 

ah yes, padokea, on the continent of Africa But Sideways 

idk if i talked abt it before but the world map is WILD lmao i love how its all the continents/landmasses scrambled around.....im super curious abt that weird island in the top center of the map, thats the only thing that immediately sticks out as not having a real life equivalent 

the music in this show is so charming :’) i love the main theme sm 

gon is sooo precious i literally cant get over it. and his hurry to rescue killua is so sweet....and i love how naturally charming/charismatic gon is....pretty much everyone he meets likes him, especially leorio and kurapika, who basically adopted him after knowing him for like a day, and continue to be completely taken by him

ok wtf is satotz & co talking abt......do they know something abt ging that they arent allowed to tell gon???? shouldnt gon have access to the same info now that hes a hunter? i need ANSWERS

i bet this whole thing abt the hunter exam not rlly being over is a metaphor abt the hunter exam NEVER truly ending bc youre always being tested, or st

ok the ED continues to be So Much like especially the last shot where the 4 main characters look like theyre posing for a JC Penny catalog while the singer goes FULL metal-screamo

ok ruth and i just rewatched the next two eps woohoo

i love that there are tourist busses that take people to the front gates so they can like pose for pics and stuff vhbhjafdsfkj and its like ‘ah yes here are where the local assassins live!’ thats so funny yet it makes so much sense

i love that leorio passed tf out during the bus ride. big big mood 

gon is so cute...hes like ok yes i understand that we’re not supposed to go in but i think they can make an exception for me bc im very polite. 

those 2 dudes r so ugly and so dead god bless

that bigass buster sword....sir please 

ruth and i rlly thot that the old guard guy was gonna turn out to be grandpa zoldyk or st lol

the fact that the dog managed to eat All their flesh but left some clothes....skill 

also the dog is named mike but it sounds like the guy is calling him miku hvbjdfssk

this cant be the first time some morons have been killed here likeeee 

i cant believe nobody has visited the zoldyk estate in 20 years damn they all rlly b havin no friends. depressing 

the whole gates thing is wild. also that part where gon gets the math wrong on the weight.....BIG mood kiddo 

ok the part where gons on the phone w/the butler is soooo good oh man. i love how gon just calmly dials the phone again after hes hung up on the first time and then YELLS....and leorio and kurapikas faces r so good 

also the butler guy unfortunately has a point, it isnt foolproof that gon is here Legit....but he IS let him see his tiny bf :( 

as ruth pointed out, the butler guy is reminiscent of kuro from one piece. same vibes 

maybe if leorio was jacked like he is in the manga/1999 anime he couldve opened the gate that first time around....Ls 

god i love this shows approach to Everything so far,....as ruth put it, half the time its like ‘oh wow they should do [x]/i wish theyd do [x] but ofc they wont cause its a shounen’ but then they DO do [x] and its like damn thats dope 

anyways i love how gon is increasingly approaching situations with his Plucky Shounen Protag Attitude in full swing, and he pretty much gets shot down every time. BUT his general determination to see killua bc killuas his FRIEND and hes gonna RESCUE HIM is still a good and pure motivating force 

like here, when hes climbing over the wall and hes like whatever i dont wanna have to deal w/being tested thats bullshit, i wanna see killua, my intentions are pure, im gonna try my luck with the dog....i was like ok yeah he’ll get over and like tame or defeat the dog and the guard will be suitably impressed bc nobodys ever done That before, and then gon will continue on to get killua 

but NOPE instead the guard calls him down and explains that gon Will Die if he tries that, and then the guard will die too for letting that happen. and gon is like oh shit my actions have consequences for people other than me, wow. 

and THEN the guard takes them in to meet the dog. and hot DAMN that is a scary creature. not even really a dog tbh. they did an excellent job making the dog Legit Scary and not just like, big and flashy looking....those eyes are so soulless, and the proportions are freaky 

and the guard says exactly what i was thinking - that gon would use his Country Boy Woodland Creature Skills to workaround the dog....but then the subversion - this creature is NOTHING like the woodland critters gon is probably used to dealing with. theres no way gon stood a chance here. the guard just saved him from a really unfortunate death 

i love all the Super Heavy Stuff in the servant house that seems so inconvenient vbhjdkfasjfld. also forgot to mention earlier but the guard guy being Absolutely Ripped was wild and kinda funny 

training montage! gon continues to be so cute. and i love so much how leorio and kurapika are like no, you rest, we’ll take care of this. good parents!!!!

and then!!!! they sync up and use the power of gay love to almost open the gate. but then gon uses the power of Improbable Shounen Protag Healing Speed to toss that arm sling off and help out

i feel like leorio was side-eyeing gon like w8 a sec u broke that arm like a few days ago that aint right.....

oh man i almost forgot abt that scene with the zoldyks torturing killua :( :( this poor kid he doesnt deserve that 

also mom zoldyck seems truly awful but i must say her aesthetic does fuck. the victorian-lookin outfit paired with the futuristic cyclops visor thing....excellent. also im betting this face bandages are from killua cutting her face 

this family is so fucked up hvbsjdhjfbakdfn

killua telling his mom that gon is definitely gonna make it there :’) hes got such unshakable faith in his bf thats so good.....

back w/the gang, and immediately they run into more trouble in the form of the young girl butler, whose name i dont know, but i love her....her design is SO good oh man. a non-caricature black person? who also isnt sexualized? in MY anime??????

 i love how gons approach to conflict is currently ‘let more powerful person beat me up for hours straight in hopes that they get tired or something idk bro’ like....i love him lol, is it in an effort to show how determined he is? he doesnt even try to dodge her blows or get around her....id be tryin to hop that fence lol 

oh shit the tiny zoldyk kid from earlier is spying on them....she was w/the mom so im sure thats not good

when he punches the rock part and it breaks....strong boiiii 

oh man that little flashback from when killua first came back and told her that he made a friend ;_; bruh 

i love butler girl :( she wants to let gon but knows it isnt allowed....and as soon as she starts to waver BAM here comes mom zoldyck JFC that was so sudden and jarring....im assuming butler girl isnt dead cause that would be lame and anticlimactic 

also IS THAT NEN??? NEN>>>??? NEN??? HM? NEN????????? 

im so annoying abt nen i need to make one of those ‘is this a pigeon?’ memes w/’is this nen?’ bc thats me anytime anything remotely weird happens lmao

i do think its rlly nen this time tho

anyways shit is wild, cant wait to meet the full zoldyck family 

PREDICTION CORNER: 

as i said above i doubt hisoka will show up now bc this arc is a lot shorter than i anticipated. also im doubting that illumis even gonna show up honestly 

i think we’re gonna have this OP for a while, as the part just at the end shows gon and hisoka fighting in what looks to be an arena, and ik the next arc is the heavens arena arc, which im assuming is the tournament arc....

also i have no idea what that weird building in the OP is but my guess is that its the building w/the heavens arena in it bc its tall and,,,,heaven 

i predict there wont be much fighting in this little arc bc how tf else is it so short. at this point i rlly think gon is just gonna grab killua and go lmao. im super curious abt how thats gonna go down, considering that killua is currently strung up just bc he wont apologize...so i cant imagine his family would just let him leave w/gon. i wonder if killua will fight them, or if gons determination will impress them and then theyll let killua go (doubt it)

thats basically it....we’ll see abt the next few eps holla

[teenremus]

meeting sirius black / asking you out would include...

a/n: idk why i’m having so much trouble writing lmao oopsies it’s been a hot minute. i’ve had 0 motivation for 0 reason anyway here u go request something pls :)

gryffindor!reader

- he had his eye on you since the sorting hat ceremony

- he thought you were. so cute. and you being placed in the same house was him was just all the better

- while he had had interest, he didn't see you much after that first day and forgot about you

- until fifth year

- you were in the same potions class

- of course, it had been a while

- it wasn't until the middle of first term when he recognized you

- after dicking around with remus in the back of the class, the two of them were separated

- and your usual partner, severus, had gotten replaced

- you didn’t really know severus, besides the snide comments you’d received from him on more than one occasion

- but you weren’t too ecstatic about sirius either

- you prepared yourself for the most excruciating annoyance for a lifetime

- but it wasn’t that bad ??? surprise surprise

- it took a moment for him to piece together where he knew you from

- but when he placed it, he smirked to himself, although you didn’t seem too keen on talking to him with your head in a textbook

- he found it uncomfortably silent

- “i’m sirius, love.”

- “y/n.” you didn’t look up

- “love sounds better.”

- you hated that you blushed, but you did

- you told yourself it was just some pickup line

- but he had genuine interest in you

- it showed every day

- he’d keep talking to you

- and you started to warm up to him more and more

- not only metaphorically, but physically

- his constant compliments made your stomach do jumping jacks

- remus sat behind you during all that time

- and was getting increasingly annoyed at the slow burn

- “you going to ask her out, mate, or are you sitting around waiting for someone else to?”

- “oh, piss off, moony”

- that made him nervous though

- and he started to notice the lingering gazes from some ravenclaw fellow in your class

- when he watched him graze your hand to reach a jar of dried bat wings, he was fed up he got jealous a little too easily

- when you came back with the jars of ingredients, he spoke immediately

- “what do you think about going out with me?”

- “pardon me?”

- “what would you think of you and me getting together?”

- “i think it would be nice”

- “good”

- “so are you asking me or not, wanker?”

- “well, yeah. i thought that was clear enough.”

slytherin!reader

- you knew who sirius was

- of course you knew who sirius was

- the blood trailer your house mates had shit talked into oblivion

- and while you weren't a believer that he was a blood traitor, you did believe he was complete and utter arse

- you'd been witness of him every day leaning against one of the doors to the great hall, with a different girl

- when quidditch season started up, you had joined the team

- and after an interaction on a training field, you had learned he was on his team as well

- it was a screaming match between your team captain and his

- you had to diffuse the situation

- “michael, come on, we still have time later. we don’t have a match for a few weeks. let it go.”

- you quite literally had to pull him away

- you made eye contact with sirius and james as you turned him away, and did your best to ignore the arrogant smirks that blanketed their thankfulness

- you saw him up close again at the match against gryffindor, standing across from each other and not breaking eye contact as the ref read out the rules

- once in the air, the game had been going swimmingly

- gryffindor - 7, slytherin - 10

- the game had traveled up farther in the sky with each point gained, the crowd could barely see you anymore with the amount of clouds

- it was a struggle in getting the quaffle

- “woah! guys, look out!” someone screamed

- you stopped your broom in its place and looked to see that everyone else had done the same, and you wondered what was going on

- you looked up, and saw somebody falling

- “holy shit, that’s sirius!” it was another gryffindor you couldn’t place

- no one was making any moves to save him, some continuing on with the game and snatching quaffles again— he kept falling

- “ah, bloody hell”

- you dropped the quaffle that had been tucked under your arm and quickened your broom’s pace as you dove down to catch him

- he was just beneath your grasp, your fingers barely touching his uniform

- when you finally got ahold of the fabric, he almost pulled you down with him

- you moved your grip to his forearm instead, and stopped your broom from diving down any further, or in just a few seconds you’d end up hitting the ground

- you were sure he’d be passed out

- but apparently not

- he brushed his hair out of his face with his free hand, then held onto the broom as he looked up

- “seems ive fallen for you, y/n.”

- “that is,,, absurdly lame, sirius.”

ravenclaw!reader

- it was through detention, of course

- you’d never noticed him because you’d been sleeping

- but he knew you

- or at least, he knew of you

- he thought you were so beautiful and he truly wondered how you kept getting into detention like this

- but he wasn’t complaining

- he rarely saw you outside of whatever classroom confined the two of you, so he knew what you were doing wasn’t as much of a spectacle as his pranks were

- could’ve been cheating, he considered

- but you were a ravenclaw, he figured it was doubtful

- sirius has never spoken a word to you, by the time he had reached detention each day you were already asleep. when it was time to leave, you were one of the first to escape

- until detention was held by professor binns 

- he took wands, homework, any sources of happiness or busy work for the students to do

- including sleeping

- he wanted you to suffer in boring, magic-less silence with nothing to do but stare at the walls

- sirius was not having it

- when he got bored, he got really annoying

- he just kept asking questions

- “what’s the capital of the moon?”

- “do you reckon dumbledore keeps quills in his beard? as well as all the crumbs, of course.”

- it went on

- the continuous detentions was worth seeing you smile, even if it was beneath your hand

- you wondered if this was what you were missing out on all the times you slept

- when sirius wasn’t looking at you, you were looking at him, taking in his features

- he had almost caught you

- james definitely caught you

- but didn’t say anything, just winked in your direction to let you know he knew

- when james didn’t show up one day, sirius was alone

- or would have been, if he hadn’t sat down next to you

- “so, what’re you in for?”

- “would you believe me if i told you filch doesn’t like it when his office is broken into for fireworks?”

- he leaned back in his chair, almost impressed “hm. impressive............... but-“

- there was a long pause, and he pulled himself up again and rested his elbow on the table as he looked at you

- “i know a place you can get them for free. hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

- mcgonagall’s shushing broke the conversation

- silence again, just for a moment before she looked down at her desk

- “i’d love to.”

hufflepuff!reader

- he had run into you on the courtyard

- or rather, spotted you

- yelling unintelligibly at someone

- which is not what he expected from a hufflepuff

- a crowd was formed around you, occasional flinches as your wand waved around

- he weaseled his way through the crowd with his mates with a smile on his face, ready to spot some action

- he spotted the back of your head, arms flailing wildly as you yelled at an annoyed, but taken aback, severus snape over his continuous racist and arrogant comments about everyone and everything in the world

- which just made it even better

- sirius was losing his mind

- he had to hold onto james and remus as he laughed

- with an off insult saying "your nose is more inflated than your ego" and the accidental wave of your wand, a white spark had come out of it

- the rooting and howls of laugher had stopped all around the formed circle

- james, peter, remus and sirius has stopped as well and froze where they stood

- severus looked beyond your shoulder in shock and a smile crawled up his face

- you turned around quickly, mouth drawn open when you realized you had cast something

- a boy with dark hair was behind you, hands over his face

- when he pulled them away, his eyes were crossed in awe as he looked down at his nose

- it was twisting and turning, as it grew bigger and bigger and took up more of his face

- severus was laughing now

- “shut it” you said quickly, a short wave of your arm his lips were gone and replaced with nothing but skin

- his shouts were muffled and ignored

- “oh, my merlin. i am so, so sorry-“

- he started to laugh

- so hard he had to close his eyes

- his friends laughed with him

- “you’re laughing? you alright? that spell didn’t get to your head, did it?”

- he looked at your face for the first time

- oh, merlin, he didn’t expect you to be so pretty

- he was not ready

- this beautiful girl so worried and pampering him

- “is that your nose or are you just happy to see her, mate?” peter whispered, trying to hold back his laughter

- james was quick to speak when sirius couldn’t find his voice

- “oi! i think he deserves an escort to madame pomfrey, yeah?”

- “yeah, he’s not looking too well!” remus chimed in

- you began to walk him to the nurse, trying your hardest not to stare down the elephant on his face in the room

- “i’m y/n.”

- “i’m sirius.”

- his voice was more nasal than usual

- madame pomfrey was annoyed more than anything, but the trip lasted no more than a few minutes before his nose was back to normal

- you looked at him

- he was cuter without an absurdly large nose

- it was easier to see how the light caught in his eyes now

- “i’m so sorry-“

- “don’t worry about it, love. make it up to me with a trip to hogsmeade?”

- you were caught incredibly off guard

- “yes, i mean, yes. of course.”

[insideoutstory]

Inside Out → Chapter One

summary: Whenever her father goes away for work, Christine has a sleepover with her friends Barb and Nancy. word count: 2.7k a/n: Hey guys! I don’t know if I’m going to post all the chapters on this blog, since some of them will be pretty long, but I figured I’d give it a shot. Let me know what you’d prefer! [ masterlist ]   [ FF.net ]

November 4, 1983 

By 8:00 PM, most of Hawkins, Indiana was getting ready to turn in for the night. Orange streetlamps buzzed faintly against the dark blue sky, kitchen lights turning off after dishes were washed, and the faint blue light of the television catching the curtains of some families’ front windows. Cars were carefully stowed away for the evening, and children argued with their parents that they could stay up just a little bit longer. 

But one house, at least, was still wide awake. 

“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” a teenage girl asked, eyeing her father’s suitcases. 

“Pretty darned,” he replied. He rounded the corner to the front room, dropping another bag into the pile so he could pull on his coat. “Suits are already in the car. Got my files, got my toothbrush…” 

“Are you sure, Dad?” 

“Christine, I’m a forty-year-old man. I know how to pack for a business trip.” 

“Right,” she said with a curt nod, “and last time you just forgot your briefcase, so I had to hitch a ride to the airport to drop it off for you.” 

“Well, at least I won’t make that mistake again, will I?” 

He grinned at her until she broke. When her pout turned into a grudging smile, he tugged her forward to place a kiss into her blonde hair. 

“Give me some credit. Kitchen is stoked, hotel number is on the fridge, Claudia is next door if you need anything, emergency funds are in the bread box, and the key to the liquor cabinet is in my ‘I Heart New York’ mug.” 

“Dad, I don’t…” 

“Ah, ah, ah!” He waved his hands vehemently, squeezing his eyes shut. “I don’t want you to lie to me. Just promise me you’ll drink responsibly.” 

“I’m serious, Dad. I don’t…” 

“Say it to make me feel better, come on. Please.” 

“Fine,” she laughed. “Yes, I promise we’ll drink loads, and we’ll do it responsibly.” 

“That’s my girl.” He kissed her swiftly on the cheek and picked up his bags. “I’ll be back next Monday. Call me if you need anything.” 

“I will. Love you, Dad.” 

“Love you too, bumblebee.” He winked, and stuck his head around the corner to the living room. “Goodnight, girls! Give your parents my best!” 

“Night, Mr. Walcott!” 

“Have a safe flight!” 

With one last pat on his daughter’s head, he ducked out of the house and closed the door behind him. 

Christine peered through the window, one hand ready on the doorknob in case he came running back to grab something. But her father climbed into the car and backed out without incident. She waved as he pulled onto the road, and then headed back into the living room to rejoin her friends. 

“I love your dad,” said Nancy from her seat on the floor. “He’s just so…” 

“Cool,” Christine finished, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, we get it, Nance. You love my dad. You adore my dad. You are weirdly obsessed with my dad.” 

“Shut up! I didn’t mean it like that.” Barb snorted next to her, and Nancy’s jaw dropped further. “I am not obsessed with her dad!” 

“Sure,” Barb said with a shrug. She picked another potato chip from the bowl and inspected it closely to avoid Nancy’s death glare. “But you do bring him up literally every time we come over here.” 

“Why, thank you, Barb,” said Christine smugly. 

They cackled, watching Nancy blush furiously. Eventually, even she had to chuckle. 

“I just think you’re lucky to have a dad that’s so understanding,” she explained. “If I brought up drinking to my dad, I think he’d go into cardiac arrest.” 

“Uh, no,” Barb corrected, “your mom would go into cardiac arrest.” 

“And then your dad would complain about the inconvenience on the way to the hospital,” finished Christine. 

“Exactly! They’d get crazy upset, and still somehow manage to make it all about them. It’s ridiculous!” 

“She’s got a point,” said Barb. “Your dad is pretty chill.” 

Christine waved a hand in defeat. “Ugh, fine, whatever. My dad’s the bomb. Are we getting pizza or what?” 

Nancy and Barb both raised their hands, and Christine retreated to the kitchen. As she plugged the number into the wall phone, she noticed a dark square sitting on the kitchen counter. She picked it up, flipping it open to review her father’s driver’s license, bank card, library card, assorted cash… 

“Yeah, nice going, Dad,” she mumbled, pinning the phone to her shoulder. “Sorry, hi! I was looking to place an order for delivery?” 

She ordered their normal pies—one extra cheese, one pepperoni—and weighed the wallet in her hand. The easiest thing would probably be to ask Barb to drive her to the airport. If they were lucky, the might even catch up to her dad on the road. She’d have to pay for the gas money, of course, but she could always take a few bills from the wallet… 

Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. She was just rattling off her address when a set of headlights pulled into the driveway. The car door slammed, pounding feet jogged up to the house, and her father tumbled through the front door. 

“Sweetheart? Have you seen my…?” 

Christine whistled, leaning around the corner to toss him the wallet. He grinned, gave her a small salute, and ducked out of the house once more. 

This was standard routine at the Walcott house. Not that her father was particularly forgetful, or that Christine was especially organized. They just kept each other in check. The two of them had a system, and it had been that way for years. It was part of the reason she hated it so much when he had to go away. 

She was getting better though. Every business trip was offset by a sleepover with her two closest friends. They gossiped, ate junk food, stayed up far too late, and watched movies they had no business watching before bed. 

“I can’t believe you made me bring this again,” Barb complained, once they were settled in the living room with their pizza and sodas. She pulled a videotape out of her bag, and pushed herself up on her knees to insert it into the machine. “Can’t we watch something new?” 

“Hey, my house, my rules.” Christine stretched out a leg to kick Barb in the butt, and Nancy giggled. “We watch comedies at your house, chick flicks at Nancy’s. My house is the horror house.” 

“Yeah, I know,” Barb sighed. She pressed a button, and the previews began to fly by on the screen. “I just don’t get why you guys like horror movies. They’re all skinny girls who don’t know how to run and skeevy guys trying to get in their pants.” 

“They’re not all like that,” said Nancy. “I really liked Jaws.” 

“Right. The one with the skinny girls who can’t swim, and the skeevy guys trying to get in their bathing suits.” 

Christine threw a handful of popcorn at her, laughing when a piece got wedged underneath her glasses. 

“Come on, Barb. That’s the whole point!” 

“What? That guys are dumb and girls are dumber?” 

“No, that stupidity gets punished.” Christine leaned against the seat of the couch, setting the popcorn bowl aside. “That’s the whole thing that gets overlooked in horror movies. There’s a structure to them. Skeevy guys, girls that sleep around, bullies, assholes—they’re all first on the chopping block. If you don’t do stupid shit, then you don’t get killed.” 

“Oh, right,” Nancy said with an exaggerated nod. “So you like horror movies because they make you feel better about being a virgin?” 

“Um, yeah. Obviously. What about you, Nance?” 

“Me? Definitely the blood. I just—I love watching massive amounts of gore. Totally.” 

“Funny,” Barb snorted. “I thought you guys just liked this movie cause that one guy looks like Steve Harrington.” 

Nancy and Christine both squealed in protest. 

“Oh my God, he does not!” 

“Woah, hey, Jack looks nothing like Steve!” 

“Right? You’re so right!” 

“Nothing! Absolutely.” 

They nodded at each other firmly in the silence, lips pursed in determination. Barb raised an eyebrow to meet her red curls. Nancy hesitantly pressed a hand over her mouth, trying to hold in her laughter, but the damage had already been done. 

“Alright, except for the hair,” she admitted, kicking Christine’s leg. 

“And the running shorts,” Christine added with a wink. 

Both girls dissolved into giggles, unhindered by their friend’s unimpressed gaze. But the laughter was contagious, and after a few seconds even Barb was wiping her eyes and clutching her sides. 

“Okay, okay,” she wheezed, struggling to maintain her mature composure. “Let’s just watch your dumb camp slasher.” 

“It’s called Friday the Thirteenth, and it’s incredible, thank you very much.” 

“Whatever, Chris.” 

Things settled down as they got into the movie. Christine had already seen it at least eight times since it had come out, but it was still thoroughly entertaining. She liked the anticipation in horror movies—not knowing who’d be next, when the killer would get them or how they were gonna go. But as the crowd of characters thinned out on screen, her interest began to drift. Nancy had tuned out the moment the boy named Jack had been stabbed in the throat, and Barb had been more interested in her pizza than the film since the title card. Which brought the trio to the inevitable second phase of their sleepover. 

“Nancy, truth or dare?” asked Barb. 

Nancy swirled the remnants of her Coke around the bottle, deliberating before deciding, “Dare.” 

Barb smirked victoriously. “Alright. I dare you to tell Christine who your real first crush was.” 

“Excuse me?” Christine gaped, as Nancy’s jaw dropped. 

“No! No, no, no! You can’t use dares to force truths! That’s against the rules!” 

“Wait, your real first crush?” Christine repeated. “I thought it was Ethan Hart? That guy in my English class?” 

“It was,” Nancy insisted, as Barb shook her head. 

“No, it was not.” 

“Who was it?” Christine demanded. “Nancy Wheeler, who was it?” 

“I’m not doing this,” Nancy laughed, shaking her head. “Nope, nope, nope!” 

“Nancy, if you don’t tell her I’m going to.” 

“Barb!” 

“Who was it, who was it, who was it, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me…” 

“Shut up! Fine! It was Peter Jorgins!” 

Nancy immediately buried her face in her hands as Barb and Christine erupted into laughter. 

“Oh my God, Peter Jorgins?” Christine asked. “Isn’t he the one who kept that Princess Leia picture in his wallet?” 

“Yup,” said Barb, nodding sagely. “Metal bikini and all.” 

“Ugh, I know,” Nancy whined, peeking out between her fingers. “He wasn’t always such a perv. This was back in like, first grade. Way before you moved here.” 

“Still, I’m hurt,” said Christine, laying a hand over her chest. “It’s like five years of friendship means nothing to you.” 

“Very funny. Truth or dare, Chrissy?” 

“Fine. Truth.” 

Nancy narrowed her eyes, visibly mulling over a few ideas before breaking out into a smile. “Alright. So you said horror movies have rules, right? Like if you hook up with someone then you have to die?” 

“Yeah, and?” 

“If you were in a horror movie, would you rather be a loner and survive the film, or make out with Steve Harrington?” 

“Oof, brutal,” said Barb, pointing at the girl across from her. “Good one.” 

Christine chewed on her lip, sagging back against the couch as she began her internal debate. It was difficult to push aside her daydreams of what it would actually be like to make out with King Steve Harrington—the most popular boy at Hawkins High School. She could easily spend all night thinking about it and never answer the question. 

It was a stupid question, she knew—make out with one boy or not die? But still. Not every boy was Steve Harrington. 

“Chrissy, you can’t be serious,” Barb said, after nearly a full minute of silence. “No guy is worth dying for. Not even King Steve.” 

“Well it’s just making out, right?” Christine said meekly. “I mean, they couldn’t kill me for making out with him. It’s not sex.” 

“No way,” said Barb. “You’d rather get chased by a crazy psycho with a knife than miss the chance to kiss Steve Harrington?” 

“I can run pretty fast…” 

Christine shrugged, and Nancy cackled next to her. She shook her long brown hair out of her face, fighting for breath as she held up a finger. 

“Okay, wait, but what if you did sleep with him? Survive the crazy psycho monster, or sex with Steve?” 

“Are you kidding me?” Christine laughed. “Have you heard the way Becky Dern talks about him? And they only dated like, a month. I’m pretty sure it would be worth it.” 

“So worth it,” Nancy agreed. 

They turned to Barb, who was watching them both skeptically. She rolled her eyes—her signature move—and grinned. 

“Well, I guess there are worse ways to go.” 

There was another round of giggles, and everyone helped themselves to second helpings of pizza. 

“Anyway,” Barb continued, “you’re one step closer than the rest of us to finding out, Miss Advanced Placement.” 

“God, you’re so lucky,” Nancy sighed, downing the rest of her Coke. “I’m literally so jealous.” 

“There’s nothing to be jealous of,” Christine insisted, though she could feel her cheeks heating up. “I see Steve one period a day, two tops.” 

“But you’re his lab partner! That’s like, infinite opportunities to hang out. Lab questions, last minute reports, study dates…” 

“I don’t think it sounds that glamorous,” said Barb. “Especially since he keeps slacking off.” 

Her disapproving face was back in place, making Christine defensive. 

“He’s been busy. I mean, between school and basketball practice…” 

“Yeah? Well you’ve got a job.” 

“It’s only been two reports,” Christine reasoned. “And he really tries in class, so it’s just the write up that I’m doing. Besides, I don’t mind. I really like physics.” 

“Right. Physics.” 

Christine did her best not to let that sting. She knew Barb was just looking out for her. She was a classic realist, probably the most sensible, grounded person in their group. Still, her protective streak could be a real downer. 

“Hey,” Nancy said gently. “Maybe it’s not Steve’s fault, you know? Maybe Chrissy’s just hogging all the work for herself. She’s a science hog.” 

“Excuse me?” Christine asked with a playful glare. Nancy shrugged. “A science hog. That’s why you’re in upper placement, right? You just love science so much, and you want to do everything yourself. You are a big nerd.” 

“Right. This coming from the straight-A student.” 

“Hate all you want, but straight-A isn’t upper placement.” 

“Of course not,” Barb scoffed. “Just top of your class in English, and trigonometry, and chemistry…” 

“Oh crap,” Nancy sighed, all jokes forgotten. “We’ve got a chem test next week. I completely forgot.” 

“It’s next week,” said Christine, waving a hand. “You’ll be fine.” 

“No, no—Mr. Kaminsky is like crazy hard. I swear half of the last test wasn’t even on the review sheet.” 

“God, don’t remind me,” Barb groaned, and her head fell back toward the ceiling. “I actually had nightmares about the periodic table.” 

“Exactly. And I might have passed the last one, but I have got to seriously ace this test if I want to be on track this semester. My mom tried to have this whole heart-to-heart because it’s not like me to just pass, or whatever, and…” 

“Alright, okay, I get it,” Christine laughed. She leaned over, patting Nancy’s ankle. “But you’re gonna do great, Nance. You always do. If you want, I’ll help you study tomorrow, after I get off work. Promise. Just try not to worry about it for now, alright?” 

Nancy bit her lip, glancing torn at the screen where the movie credits were still playing. She brandished a finger at Christine. 

“Fine. But I’m serious, Chrissy, I need at least half an hour of flashcards.” 

“Deal. Until then—Barb, truth or dare?” 

“Truth.” 

“Who was your real first crush?” 

The living room filled with laughter once more, and they settled back into their lighthearted game. Worrying could wait for another day. For now, all they had to worry about was being teenagers—watching movies, eating junk food, and talking about love and music and movies until they fell asleep on the floor.

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The weeks to follow that fight with Tommy were pretty screwy. My grades were, at that point, average instead of their usual above average, it was getting harder for me to hold my tongue anytime my mother ranted about the growing rock scene on the strip, and I just really missed my best friend.

Tansy and I were spending more time together but it just wasn’t the same as hanging out with Tommy. Tansy was too cautious about what to say sometimes, whereas Tommy didn’t have a filter. Although that was offensive sometimes, it was refreshing. Tommy wasn’t the only offensive one I missed. I got bored more often since I didn’t have Nikki to argue with, not to mention I really missed Mick’s blatant, unapologetic comments. I even missed Vince. Unfortunately, my feelings have never been a match for my stubbornness, especially back then. It’s what eventually caused some of the issues between Nikki and I. I never knew when to quit unless someone made me, and even making me took great lengths.

The wet pavement that smells of rain glistens under street lights as I make my way out of the church after Sunday night service, my arm encircling my bible as I reach in to my purse to grab my keys.

As I get closer to my car in the mainly empty parking lot, I see a familiar figure leaned against it with crossed arms and a bottle of Jack in his hand and I prepare myself for an argument, glancing around to make sure no one else is around.

Hazel eyes look me up and down as I step closer, a mocking smile on his lips as he scoffs.

“Uh oh, you dirty slut, your ankles are showing.” Nikki teases and I ignore him, going to open my door but he blocks me, his leg pressed to the door handle. “I thought you were dead.”

“Are you sure you want to risk being so close to a house of God? Aren’t you afraid you’ll combust?” I snap at him, putting my bible on the roof of my car and crossing my arms as he licks his lips.

“I’ve missed that bitchy little temper of yours.” He grins.

“And I’ve missed...” I take a second to think of what I’ve missed about him, but I can’t tell him I’ve missed him in general. He’ll get cocky. “...your hair.”

“My hair? That’s it?” He asks as if he knows I just made something up to avoid the truth and I raise my brows.

“Despite it being attached to a nitwit, I’ve always thought you had pretty hair. Take the compliment and go.”

“Gladly, once you and Tommy sort through this shit.” He states. “It’s getting harder for him to focus but he won’t come talk to you.”

“Ah, and the truth comes out. You aren’t here because you missed being a pain in my neck, you’re here to convince me to apologize so Tommy’s musical juices or whatever will start flowing again.”

“Yeah, yeah, Mötley Crüe’s success is at your mercy or whatever, just make it right.” He orders me sternly with a quick change of attitude, growing tired of my uncooperative stance already.

“I know you don’t know me very well, but I don’t do good with people telling me what to do. I’m known to retaliate and do the complete opposite.” I give him the same tone he’s giving me and he rolls his jaw.

“Why the hell can’t you just admit you were wrong?” He bites out and I laugh without humor.

“Was I?”

“Yeah, you were. It’s his fucking choice whether he wants to finish school or not. You’re only job as his friend is to support whatever the hell he does.”

“Have you always had friends that kiss your feet and don’t tell you when you’re being an idiot because it really sounds like you don’t know what actual friends do: tell you the mess you don’t want to hear but really need hear to anyway.” I cut my eyes at him. “At least that’s how actual friendships are suppose to work, last time I checked.”

“And last time I checked, Tommy didn’t come out of your pussy eighteen years ago, so there’s no need for you to be acting like his mother!” He raises his voice.

“If me wanting what’s best for him means I act like his mother, then so be it!” I shout, losing my temper. “It’s not any of your business, anyway, so screw off!”

“He’s a drummer for my band, shit is affecting Mötley Crüe, which makes it my business, and you don’t know shit about what’s good for him!”

“You’re impossible to speak a lick of sense in to, so I’m going home. Leave me alone.” I shove him hard enough that he actually stumbles back a couple steps, giving me time to open my car door, but I quickly regret it when it slams shut, catching my fingers in it.

And he’s completely unapologetic, knocking back a swig of whiskey as he watches me try to calm the excruciating pain in my fingers with tears coming down my face.

“Oops.” He mumbles. “Look, just get in the fuckin’ car and I’ll driv—” I use my unharmed hand to snatch the full bottle of alcohol from him, smashing it on the pavement and he gives me a black stare.

“Oops.” I spit out.

I don’t even think he’s mad about the wasted bottle of perfectly good liquor, until he’s suddenly grabbing me by my upper arm, hauling me roughly to the passenger side.

I’m tossed in to the car with little regard as he slams the door, walks around the car and gets in the driver’s seat, grabbing my Bible off the roof of my car.

“You can give me your keys or I can hot wire the damn thing, it’s up to you, either way you will be seeing Tommy tonight and apologizing. We’re not suffering all because you’re being a little bitch.” He tells me with little room to argue and I dig in my bag for my keys, trying to ignore the aching throb in my fingers on my other hand.

He takes the keys and throws my Bible in the backseat carelessly, causing me to cringe and he notices it.

“Sorry.” I barely hear him, but I know he says it.

Once we get to their run-down apartment, I stomp inside, not acknowledging Vince or Mick, or Tommy, who looks at me as if he’s just seen Jesus himself.

I go straight to the kitchen and dig through drawers and cabinets for any type of over the counter meds for my throbbing fingers that are turning black and blue and swelling up.

“Uh, Hey, Vivian.” Vince’s flat, sarcastic voice carries to the kitchen and I slam a drawer shut. “You know you can pitch a bitch fit tantrum at your own house, right?” He asks next and I let out a loud “ha” in response.

“Can I help you?” Nikki asks me in a critical tone, leaning against the counter and I dig through the drawer by the sink.

“You have done enough.” I refuse whatever he’s about to offer and he sighs.

“I didn’t mean to slam your fingers in the door.” He admits.

“You what?” Tommy’s asking from the living room and I raise my brows, seeing my moment of opportunity as the lanky drum player steps to the kitchen to confront Nikki.

“Nikki slammed my fingers in the door of my car.” I inform him but say it loud enough for Vince and Mick to hear.

“And she smashed our last bottle of Jack.” Nikki snaps back. “And it was a full bottle.” He’s pointing at me accusingly.

“You did what?!” Vince and Tommy nearly shriek out, looks of major loss on their faces.

“Oh my goodness, I completely forgot going a few hours without whiskey is going to kill you morons.”

“You’d be surprised.” Mick states, laying on the couch with his eyes closed as he listens to our disagreement.

“I’m sure you’ve forgotten a lot being that you haven’t acknowledged that any of us are even fucking alive for over a month, now.” Vince cuts in and I ignore him after I find a bottle of Tylenol, opening it, oblivious to the guys as they all say “no don’t.”

Just as soon as I try to pour a couple pills in my hand, my palm is filled with white power and they all wince. They groan a little as some of the pile falls on to the floor as if it’s painful for them to see it go to waste.

“Well, that’s not Tylenol.” I say, carefully pouring the powder back in to the bottle. I put the lid back on and toss the bottle on the counter, not having many words. Other than, “I’m not surprised.”

“You’re not mad?” Tommy asks me, motioning to the bottle and I bite my tongue at first but shake my head a little.

“Not my health. Not my problem.” I reply, about to walk out when Tommy grasps my wrist and looks at my damaged hand, and Vince glances at it, letting out a breath.

“Ya know, I can go to the store and get something over the counter.” He offers.

“Thanks.” I give him a small smile, looking at Nikki who’s staring at me. “Devil-Spawn has my keys.” I tell him. “If you ask him nicely for them... I’m sure he’ll still find an excuse to abuse you.”

“Fuck you.” Nikki throws at me.

It’s not in a smart tone, or even an angry one. He just sounds exhausted with fighting with me and I breathe out, feeling guilty.

He gives Vince the keys, and the blonde leaves us to our own devices.

Not long after the door closes, Tommy clears his throat and looks down at me, about to say something.

“I was out of line.” I interrupt him, his face in shock at my words. “When we had that argument, I was being too sensitive and overreacted. I know you didn’t mean it how it came out when you said your priorities have changed, and I’m sorry for not giving you time to explain. I’m very proud of you, I’m not disappointed that you won’t finish school because you’re going after what you want, I was just upset because it was out of my control and I’m sorry for being that way about it.” I cut to the point.

“I know what I’m doing, Viv.” He assures me with the inkling of a grin, nudging me gently. “There’s nothing out of your control that you need to be freakin’ out over. I’ll be fine.”

I glance at the stash of cocaine I just discovered and he follows my line of sight, frowning slightly.

Before he can say anything, Nikki’s grabbing the bottle and putting it back where I got it.

He looks at me, not saying a word, but he doesn’t have to speak in order for me to hear him loud and clear: “don’t say a fuckin’ thing about it.”

So I don’t.

I would continue to get that look throughout our relationship. Anytime he even sensed I was about to advise against doing anything vice-related, I would get that look.

“Don’t say a fuckin’ thing”, “Don’t piss on our fuckin’ parade”, “Don’t ruin the party”, “Don’t start this shit, Vivian”, were all said with one glint in his seemingly dead, hazel eyes, and a very slight twitch of an eyebrow, matched with the clenching and unclenching of his jaw.

I, surprisingly, wouldn’t argue with him. I don’t know if it’s because I was afraid of what would happen if he were to lose his temper in an altered state of mind, or if me trying to control his addictions would be the thing that would make him leave me, but I became very good at keeping my mouth shut and not saying a fuckin’ thing.

Vince soon returns with the over the counter pain killers and a zip lock bag filled with ice, and I raise a brow at the make-shift ice pack when he holds it out to me while I’m sitting on the counter, talking to Tommy.

“Lady at the register said get ice on it and we don’t have any so I had to borrow some from some lady in the building next door.” He explains. “And it took a lot of flirting to get it.”

“Oh.” I take it, putting my aching fingers under it. “Thank you, Vince, I appreciate it.” I add and he smirks.

“You can pay me back, ya know.” He raises his brows and I nod.

“If I ever have a spur of the moment thing where I want to do something incredibly stupid that will completely confuse me and screw me over, I’ll let you know when and where.” I assure him and he winks, handing me the bottle of medicine before stepping to his bedroom.

I notice the clock on the wall, seemingly out of place with the rest of the crappy interior, it’s the cleanest thing in here.

It’s nearly nine o’clock, and I need to get home, not to mention the boys are about to head out for a night on the town anyway.

I hop off the counter, reaching for my keys, but Tommy stops me.

“Tommy, I have to get home.” I tell him.

“Just call and tell them you’re staying with Tansy or something and crash here.” He suggests. “I haven’t seen you in a month and I missed you.”

I think about it, knowing my parents will probably ask questions whether I get home tonight or not. I wouldn’t have another opportunity to stay with guys until I move out, anyway, and what my parents don’t know won’t hurt them.

He gives me those pretty brown eyes, begging silently like a puppy, and I sigh, thanking God my parents didn’t go to church and see me leaving with Nikki. Maybe there’s a reason they happened to get sick with allergies this particular weekend.

“Where’s your phone?”

In every part of my being, something was screaming at me to just go home. Looking back with 20/20 vision, perhaps that nagging feeling was the God I prayed to, trying to keep me from what was inevitably bound to become my only and most lethal vice.

The Devil works hard, after all.

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In the Bunker part B

“Hey, Sam. Sam! Come on, talk to me, Gabriel whined. “Pleeeease?”

Sam rolled his eyes turning in his seat to glare at Gabriel. The guy wouldn’t let up, following him around the bunker all day, currently sitting on the table top Sam was using to research into their latest case. He wanted to ignore Gabe, to be honest. He had been extra annoying as of late - and Sam wasn’t sure exactly why - putting him on edge. “What do you want?” He grumbled.

Gabriel smiled, sides of his mouth crinkling. “Ah! He speaks!” The smile didn’t meet his eyes.

“Yeah, I do. What do you want, I’m kinda busy here.”

“Well,” Gabriel clapped his hands, scooting closer to Sam, legs dangling over the edge of the table dangerously close to Sam’s crotch. “Today’s a special day. I want to go out to celebrate.”

Sam frowned. He didn’t remember any holidays today, and he’d definitely didn’t forget anyone’s birthday. Right? “Wh- What? What’s today? Do-“ he ruffled through his papers, searching for his journal and his phone. He looked through the calendar, clicking on the day, hoping for a reminder. “I- I don’t have it written down. What- is this a prank?” He turned his eyes on Gabriel, surprised to see a small frown instead of a smug smile that he usually expected from the former archangel. “Uh.. Gabe?”

“Hmm? Oh, no. It’s nothing. Never mind.” Sliding to the floor, he ran his hand through Sam’s hair, kissing his temple before walking away. Sam watched him go, confused by his behaviour but didn’t say anything.

He kept staring, even after he was gone, only turning back around at the sound of his mother clearing her throat. He was more shocked to see her shaking her head, a corner of her lip tugging up as she tried not to laugh. “What? What is it?”

“I think it’s your anniversary.”

Sam double checked the date on his phone, shaking his own head. “No... that’s not for another month. I know I marked the day..” he mumbled as he went through the calendar again, pulling up the day to show her. “See. It’s in three weeks.”

She stared him down. Lord, when did this son become as oblivious as the other? “Sam... think hard.”

“But-“ so he did. He didn’t argue with her, thinking back and trying to piece together the puzzle before him, a realization hitting him like a freight train. “Oh. Ooooh. Oh, shit. Crap. Okay. Um... would you be okay if I-“

“Go.” He stood, hugging her in the chair across him, her small hand patting his back. She slid the computer across the table and shooed him away, Sam all but sprinting out the bunker.

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Gabriel was disheartened that Sam forgot, sure, but there was still work to do so he did it. Jack needed help with fixing his laptop, Dean wanted to reorganize the artifacts, and the dungeon needed scrubbing after it’s last occupant exploded everywhere. It was a long day, but he didn’t really care; it took his mind off the rejection he faced this morning.

He knew it wasn’t Sam’s fault for forgetting, but he still wanted some acknowledgement from his boyfriend on the importance of the day. It didn’t matter, though, not when he was freshly showered and ready for bed. Sleeping was his new favourite pastime with Sam as human, after sex, and no one was going to take that away from him, damnit!

He practically skipped to their room, slippers clapping as he hustled down the hall. He didn’t bother knocking - it was his room too - and stopped halfway in the entry way, hand on the knob and door wide open. “Sam?”

Flower petals littered every surface, candles lit on the nightstands, a reciept for both next to the now off lamp. Sam straightened out from where he had hunched over to rearrange the petals on the bed. It was... romantic. “Hey. I uh... I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were counting today as our anniversary. I uh.. I was counting from the 12th of next month.”

Gabriel blinked at him, long and slow flutters of his eyelashes. “From.. from our first date?” Sam nodded, moving closer. “I... Yeah, no. That makes sense. I guess I just wanted today to mean something to.”

Sam cradled his lover’s face in his hands, leaning down slowly to kiss him. Gabriel stretched on his tip-toes, sealing their mouths. It was just as perfect of a kiss as it was the first time. He pulled away, smile brighter than a thousand suns. “You’re a bloody romantic, despite your image.”

“Eh, what can I say? You’re worth it.” Sam’s responding smile made his knees go week, so he wrapped his arms around his middle, happiness busting from within when Sam returned the gesture. “Have I ever said I love kissing you?”

Sam chuckled, pulling him into the room slowly, one hand closing the door behind them. “A few times.” He leaned down again, kissing his boyfriend as carefully as they kissed for the first time, exactly one year from the day. It was much gentler than their first kiss, much sweeter, too. Then again, there wasn’t the threat of death now. “Right back at ya.”

Gabe snorted, hands moving up to Sam’s hair as he slid his lips against his lover’s, reveling in the plushness. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

It was Sam’s turn to snort. “You know why.”

“Tell me anyways.”

Sam rolled his eyes, pulling himself from Gabe to sit down on the bed. Like he expected, Gabriel followed, straddling his lap as soon as his ass hit the mattress. “Because I’m sorry.”

He ran short nails in Sam’s hair, kissing his teeth in annoyance. “No, not that thing.”

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Then do you mean the part where I love you?”

Gabriel beamed, leaning in for another kiss. “Mmm.. yeah, that part.” He licked at the seam of his mouth, groaning as Sam opened it, tongue sliding in along his. “I love you too.”

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Broken Like Me (Part 4) - Thanksgiving

Summary: The reader spends her first Thanksgiving with the Winchester family and it goes about as well as expected...

Masterlist

Pairing: Model!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,600ish

Warnings: language

Thanksgiving Day

“Is this okay?” you asked Thursday morning. You had on jeans and a turtleneck, Dean chuckling at you.

“You were so nervous about this stupid scar,” he said, running his head over your head. You closed your eyes. Hadn’t you already put makeup on? “You don’t even have a scar you worry wart.”

“There’s a lot of makeup on it,” you said, Dean’s hand moving away.

“Well I don’t see anything,” he said.

“That’s the point,” you said. He hummed, waiting for you to finish putting on your boots and zip up your jacket. You checked yourself in the mirror once and grabbed your bag, Dean chuckling.

“Forgetting something?” he asked, picking up your beanie you’d been wearing everywhere lately.

“Nope, I’m good,” you said.

“Good,” he said. “Let’s get going. I got to sneak some of that pie before dinner.”

“Mom, I’m back,” said Dean as you followed him into a very loud house. There were a million shoes by the front door and Dean cursed to himself. “This place is like a fucking zoo.”

“Yeah it fucking is,” said a red head girl that was rounding a corner with a handful of chips, Dean cocking his head at her.

“Charlie. Language,” said Dean.

“I’m 18, De,” she said.

“I don’t care. Didn’t your dad teach you not to swear in front of guests and Uncle Bobby is your dad so never mind,” said Dean rubbing his temples.

“Uh huh,” she said, giving you a smile. “Hi. I’m Charlie. Are you De’s girlfriend?”

“Uh, no,” you said with a smile. “Just a friend. I’m Y/N.”

“So did you get the potatoes?” asked Charlie. Dean smacked himself in the forehead. “Yeah, you said-“

“Crap. Uh, I gotta run to the store fast. Charlie, keep the rest of the family from horrifying Y/N for me, would you?” asked Dean. “I’m so sorry. I gotta run. I’ll be back in half an hour tops.”

He was out the door and revving the engine to his car before you felt like you’d even blinked.

“He so has a crush on you,” said Charlie with a smirk.

“Oh, I know. We’re going slow right now though,” you said, kicking off your boots.

“He’s got good taste,” she said. You laughed, Charlie showing you up the stairs and into a bedroom where a big pile of coats and bags were on a bed. You shoved your phone in your pocket as you listened to Charlie talk a mile a minute.

You figured she was in high school or her first semester of college but then she was talking about a senior capstone project and coding some website and you realized Dean’s cousin was a little genius.

“I can barely get my email to work,” you said with a laugh.

“Oh no one can use that crap. It’s filled with bad code. So what do you do?” she asked. “I always talk too much.”

“It’s okay. I work from home. I run financials for a few small online businesses. It’s pretty boring to be honest,” you said.

“Yeah but you get to work from home. Plus you don’t have to take off your shirt like De to get paid,” she teased. “There were so many stripper jokes when he first went to LA. Poor guy. The Winchesters can be pretty vicious.”

“Charlie! Can you help cut the carrots!” shouted someone downstairs.

“Come on,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You can meet the rest of the nutjobs.”

Downstairs you followed Charlie into the kitchen, less people in there than you thought there would be. Mary was working over a stove, an older guy in a trucker hat drinking a beer as he stirred something and then there was another one drinking at the small kitchen table covered in snacks.

You’d never seen him in person but you knew that was John Winchester and the look on his face said he knew exactly who you were too.

“Charlie just for a second,” said the man in the trucker hat, turning his head in your direction. “Who are you?”

“That’s, Y/N, dad. Dean’s not girlfriend,” said Charlie with a smile. Mary whipped her head around and John’s face went blank.

“Hi,” said Mary, glancing behind you for Dean.

“Hi. Dean forgot the potatoes. He should be back soon,” you said, looking anywhere but at them.

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked. You nodded, pulling up your collar a smidge when you felt John’s gaze on you. “John? Could you get that for Y/N?”

He hummed and stood up, going to the counter and pouring you a glass of red wine, the same it looked like Mary had nearby.

“This is awkward,” said John, handing you the glass.

“I can leave,” you said, setting the glass down nearby. You were already heading back down the hall when you heard heavy footsteps after you.

“Wait,” said John. You turned around, John looking over your head. “Dean’ll kill me if you go.”

“We barely know each other,” you said. “It’s not a problem if I leave. It’s your family.”

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” he said. You nodded but still went to find your boots, John sighing. “Kid. Stay.”

“My being here bothers you though. It’s your thanksgiving,” you said.

“Yeah because I’m the reason you got hurt and seeing you reminds me that I did that to some poor kid,” he said.

“I’m going to leave now,” you said, turning around to find Dean walking in the front door.

“I got the last freaking bag,” said Dean with a sigh, holding them out to John. Dean looked between you and his father, narrowing his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” said John, taking the bag. “Y/N was just looking for the bathroom, weren’t you?”

“It’s back that way,” said Dean, pointing further down the hall. You caught John’s face before he was back for the kitchen, Dean throwing his head back. “Everything okay? You met everyone yet?”

“No. I talked to Charlie for the most part,” you said.

“Ah, she’s a good girl,” said Dean with a smile. You headed back towards the kitchen, ducking in the bathroom for a moment before Dean was handing you your wine in the kitchen. You eventually settled in the family room, too many people trying to watch football, the Winchesters big fans of the Dallas Cowboys apparently.

“Is this what you do all day?” you asked Dean quietly.

“We watch football, then dinner around 4. Probably someone starts telling a story and we sit around talking and drinking until we get hungry again,” he said. “We’ll probably toss around a football in the backyard at some point. You bored already?”

“No, just not what I imagined,” you said.

“Hm,” said Dean, nodding his head. He leaned forward and turned off the TV, getting a lot of shouts. “Outside. Come on. Time for some real football.”

A group of younger people got up and started to throw on coats and boots, Dean eventually showing you outside to the yard, one of his uncles grumbling at him as he turned on the TV again.

“It’s not tackle or anything,” said Dean as you zipped up your coat. “Two hand touch.”

“We did flag football in gym class,” you said.

“It’s basically the same thing,” he said as you followed him out the front door and around the house to the backyard. A guy a little older than Dean started talking to everyone, going over a few basic rules.

“As always,” said the guy, “No breaking anyone and no tackling, especially the girls. We don’t want a repeat of last year. Charlie.”

“What? My arm was broken for like a month,” she said.

“Behave yourself,” he said, turning to Dean. “You want first dibs?”

“Oh, no. You’re getting old there, Michael. You could use all the help you can get. You go first,” said Dean with a big grin.

“Sam,” said Michael.

“Charlie,” said Dean.

“Cas,” said Michael.

“Arthur,” said Dean.

“Nick,” said Michael.

“Ana,” said Dean.

“Jo,” said Michael. Dean turned his head to the little blonde girl nearby. “Jo, you want to play with the big kids this year?”

“Can we be team princesses?” she asked.

“Sure,” said Michael.

“Okay,” she said, skipping over.

“I’ll take Jack,” said Dean. Jack’s eyes lit up. “You’re seven big guy. Get over here.”

“Alright,” said Michael, a few of the older people with you going to the back deck, taking seats on the steps. You spun around and back at Dean, cocking your head as he walked over.

“You wanted to play?” asked Dean.

“Uh, no, I’m good,” you said, going to the deck and taking a seat. Dean watched you for a good long minute as other people moved around. Shit, this guy had a knack for when you were lying.

He didn’t say anything though and they started a game, letting the littlest kids run around with the ball and score a few times. They weren’t following any of the rules really but after a little while a few of the people with you called Jack and Jo to come inside. You thought it was over but Dean whistled for you to stay. You stood up when he waved you over, meeting you halfway.

“I’m sorry. I would have picked you first if I knew you wanted to. I figured with the accident you were taking things easy,” he said.

“It’s really okay,” you said. “I should go inside, see if your mom needs help with anything.”

“Come on, stay. Please,” he said, grabbing your hand. “I didn’t do it to be mean.”

“Why would you say that?” you asked.

“Because it was an accident and I can just tell you think I did it on purpose like I didn’t want you or something,” he said.

“I’m not some fragile thing you need to constantly reassure, Dean,” you said.

“You said you’ve never had a thanksgiving before. I don’t want you to walk away hating it,” he said.

“Fine. It upset me a little bit but I see your point and where your head was at so when I say it’s alright, it’s alright,” you said.

“We need to get at better at talking,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Don’t worry about me so much and we’ll be good, okay?” you said.

“Good luck with that,” he said.

“Hey, chip n’ dale. We gonna play or what?” shouted Michael, Dean tensing up. You heard a few laughs but it was clear Dean didn’t like that name.

“Well someone’s in a hurry to lose,” said Dean. You followed Dean over to your team of his cousins, saying the rules from before were actually in effect now that the kids were out of there. “Y/N, you focus on trying to get Sam. He’s the fastest runner out of all of them so he’ll get the ball probably.”

“Got it,” you said. You let Sam slip by you the first time but then you started to get the hang of it, chasing around after him and stopping him a few times, helping Dean score even.

“Kids! Come wash and warm up. We’ll eat in fifteen,” shouted Mary from the back door. You wiped your hand across your forehead to clean off the sweat. You froze up when you realized what you done.

You held back, Dean pouting when he saw you with your hand over your head.

“You didn’t get hurt, did you?” he asked, trying to move your hand away. “Let me see.”

“I wiped off my make up,” you said with a frown.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing your other hand. He got you upstairs and into what looked like an old kids bathroom. He left for a moment and came back, holding out something. “It’s a hat. A gray beanie. I’ll talk to mom, she won’t make you take it off.”

“Thanks,” you said, taking it from him. Dean pulled the door shut and you moved your hand away. An ugly jagged thick line across your forehead was on full display. You washed off your hands and cleaned off your forehead. You had to take your hair out it’s bun, frowning as you glanced at it. You whipped it into a quick side braid and threw on the hat.

God, now you looked even younger than Charlie.

You sucked it up and went downstairs, Dean handing you a beer you gladly took.

“You look cute,” he said, fingers playing with the end of your hair.

“I look like I’m twelve,” you said.

“No, you definitely do not,” he said with a smirk. “Mom won’t say anything.”

“What did you say to her?” you said.

“I said you’re still recovering and to not make a fuss,” said Dean.

“I look okay?” you asked.

“You’re great,” he said. “Let’s grab a seat.”

Five minutes later everyone was telling you to go first in line, that you were the guest. You looked back to Dean for help.

“Let you old timers go first,” said Dean, pulling you farther back in line with him. Eventually you got the gist of it, that you piled way more food than you could eat on your plate and when you somehow did eat all of that, you got up and went back for seconds. It was all homemade and it was quite possibly the best thing you’d ever eaten in your life.

Dean nudged you as you were finishing up your potatoes and you realized some people were looking at you.

“Uncle Bobby asked if you were a model too,” said Dean, a smirk on his lips that you knew he was loving.

“No. I couldn’t do that,” you said, glancing down.

“Yeah. Y/N has a brain. She said she went to college,” said Nick.

“Not everyone needs to go to college,” muttered Dean.

“All of us have apart from you,” said Nick. Dean scowled at him but didn’t say anything, the conversation moving elsewhere but Dean was quieter than you even.

“Dean, you gonna stick around home?” asked Cas after a while. Cas was about Dean’s age and from what you could tell, besides Charlie and the little ones, the only cousin that didn’t give him a hard time about his career choice. “I just got a place in the new complex near downtown. Nice one and two bedroom apartments. Pretty affordable too.”

“I was planning on staying,” said Dean. “At least for a while. Sam hasn’t kicked me out yet so I’ll probably stay with him until I figure everything out.”

“But who’s gonna take your pretty pictures in this middle of nowhere town?” said Michael with a laugh. “Don’t you like implode if you don’t post something on instagram at least daily?”

“Excuse me,” said Dean, standing and leaving his plate behind, a back door opening and slamming shut.

“Idjit,” said Bobby, slapping Michael on the back of the head.

“Well sorry. It’s not my fault he’s sensitive,” said Michael. You couldn’t bother to hide your scoff, the whole table looking at you. “He is.”

“There’s teasing and then there’s mean. You’re old enough to know the difference,” you said. “All of you are. He has a job that doesn’t hurt anyone and he takes care of himself. Why do you have to harass him over it?”

You stood up and went to the back door, Dean sat on the top step of the deck, arms wrapped himself in the cold autumn air.

“Hey,” you said, already freezing as you sat next to him, Dean’s toes curled up tight against the wood. “I think you cooled off enough. Come inside before you get sick.”

“It’s not thanksgiving if somebody doesn’t piss somebody off,” said Dean with a scoff.

“It’s sad to say this but I’d still take your family over mine in a heartbeat,” you said. Dean looked over his shoulder at you, giving you half a smile.

“You must really hate them,” he said.

“I don’t hate them. I’m just tired of them not caring about me. I think they only love me because they know they’re supposed to, not because they actually do,” you said. “Which sucks because I can’t seem to do that with them and I know I wouldn’t feel so shitty if I could just let it go.”

“Well that’s because you’re a good person that cares about other people,” he said. “As you keep saying, we’re not even that good of friends yet you’re the only one I see out here with me.”

“I may have told off Michael and your family a little bit,” you said. Dean started to laugh, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“You’re awesome,” he said with a smile. “Well if it goes south in there, I say we screw this and go have the rest of our own thanksgiving at your place.”

“I thought you wanted pie,” you said, bumping his shoulder.

“Oh, at least one of those pies is coming with us if we do,” he said, bumping you back.

“Come on, inside,” you said as you stood up. “You got to be a popsicle by now.”

“Am not,” he said as he got up and turned around, the light from the house showing off his pink nose and cheeks.

“Whatever you say, Frosty,” you said, scooting him back inside. Michael was waiting in the kitchen when you got inside, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” said Dean.

“You think I’m a dick,” said Michael.

“It’s whatever man. Forget about it,” said Dean.

“She said I was being mean and she’s right. You used to laugh when I made a joke. Now you either glare or won’t look at me,” he said. “It’s been that way for years.”

“I’m having a weird day is all. It’s fine,” said Dean.

“I told you to cut that shit out when we were kids, Dean. If I’m an ass, tell me I’m an ass,” said Michael.

“Fine. You make me feel stupid because I didn’t go to college. I wanted to. I really wanted to. But Sammy wanted to be a lawyer since he was a little kid and mom and dad could never afford to send us both. So I made it easier by not going but even then Sam couldn’t afford it. His visit to Stanford is where I figured I could get extra cash doing the modeling thing and it worked. He’s a lawyer, he’s working for the DA and my parents aren’t buried in debt. That’s why the supposed dumbass of the family didn’t go to college. I honestly don’t see a problem with the way things turned out,” said Dean.

“You didn’t go for me?” asked Sam. All three of you turned around, Sam lingering in the front hallway. “You became a model to make money for me?”

“You didn’t really get that much aid, Sammy. You got some and scholarships but you needed books, computer, your dorm. Once you got to Law school I figured you’d be okay until I could get more to pay off whatever loans you had,” said Dean.

“I’m a grown man, Dean. I’m 26. That was not on you to take care of me. You don’t think I can handle it?” asked Sam.

“I don’t want you to worry, that’s all,” said Dean, holding up his hands.

“You just said you didn’t go to college so I could,” said Sam. “How is that right?”

“I got money, I can go to college anytime I want Sam. It’s alright,” he said.

“How much shit have you put up with and now it’s alright because I found out?” said Sam. “I don’t want you touching any of my loans. I will pay them myself, understand?”

“Okay,” said Dean.

“Is that why you’re my friend? So I wouldn’t sue?” you asked. You regretted it the second it came out of your mouth. Dean looked like whatever he’d been holding back in front of Michael and Sam finally broke apart. You hurt him. You really hurt him by saying that. “Dean, I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“Can everyone leave me alone, please,” he said, going upstairs, quietly closing a door. You followed after him, Sam and Michael on your heels.

“Dean,” said Sam, opening a door and you saw Dean sat on a twin sized bed, holding an old teddy bear in his hands. “It’s alright.”

“He thinks I’m stupid, you think I think you’re helpless and she thinks I’m some twisted asshole who fakes being friends with people for kicks. Alright is not the word I would use, Sam,” said Dean, Sam ripping the bear away.

“Well all three of the people you supposedly think don’t like you are all here so I think you might be a little wrong,” said Sam with a tiny smile. “I don’t hate you.”

“I don’t think you’re stupid,” said Michael.

“Again, I’d take your family over mine any day,” you said with a smile. Dean shook his head but you saw him crack a smile. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” said Michael.

“Thank you,” said Sam, patting Dean’s leg. “We’ll have a talk when we get back to my place later but you’re due for having a whole cherry pie to yourself, aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I guess.”

Dean was more relaxed once you were back downstairs, happily eating a slice of pie a short while later.

“You want some sweet potato pie?” he asked, holding up a forkful to you.

“Uh, su-” you said before he plopped it in your mouth. It was very good but you caught Dean’s littlest cousin Jack giggling at you. “Well who gave you a case of the giggles?”

“Are you Dean’s girlfriend?” he asked you.

“Sure,” you said with a laugh.

“I knew it,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah,” said Dean, grabbing some of the whip cream off his plate and wiping it on Jack’s cheek.

“De!” he said, Dean cracking up.

“It's a good look for you, Jackie,” said Dean, wiping some on your cheek. “You too.”

“Jack,” you said with a smile, scooting over in your seat and wrapping your arms around Dean, Dean playing along so his cousin could get him back. Jack took a whole handful of pie though and held it up. “No Jack that’s too-“

“Much,” said Dean, getting a face full of pie, laughing as it got all over him.

“Sorry,” said Jack with a new round of giggles. “You look funny.”

“You look funny, mister,” said Dean, picking him up and rubbing his cheek all over Jack’s. Dean had an arm around you, getting your cheek before you could even think about moving away.

“Look at the troublemakers,” said Dean’s Aunt Kelly with a laugh. “Jack, did you do that?”

“Uh huh,” he said.

“I bet you did,” she said, scooping him up. “Let’s clean you up before we gotta go home.”

“Bye De! Bye Y/N!” he said with a wave. “Christmas Eve?”

“See you rascal. Be good or Santa won’t bring you any presents!” said Dean with a laugh as his Aunt said goodbye and carried Jack out. “Seriously though, how much pie did he get on me?”

“A crap ton,” you said with a laugh. Dean pulled out his phone and turned it on selfie mode, laughing when he saw himself. You saw him take a picture when you were mid laugh and cocked your head.

“What? You look adorable,” he said.

“You look like a hot mess,” you said. Dean winked and you groaned, Dean laughing his ass off. “I hate cocky guys.”

“Good thing I’m a dork then, huh?” he said, digging into what was left of his pie.

“You two are so dating,” said Sam, poking his head in.

“Shut up, Sammy,” said Dean, smiling and spotting keys in his hands. “Heading out?”

“Yeah, I got work in the morning. I’ll see you at home,” he said. “See you around, Y/N. You survived your first encounter with the Winchesters.”

“Bye, Sam,” you said, giving him a wave. The house was starting to get quieter as people headed home, asking plans about Christmas and someone had to call someone else tomorrow.

“Want to head home?” asked Dean after you’d cleaned up and were resting your head against his shoulder. You yawned and he was back with your coat and purse in a minute. You said your goodbyes to his parents, quiet for the most part while Dean drove you home. “Sorry for all the drama today.”

“No, I had a lot of fun. Honestly,” you said.

“Well who knows, maybe by Christmas we’ll actually be dating and you can come to that too,” he said.

“By Christmas?” you asked. Dean smiled, glancing at your lips before he leaned over, more confident than the first time but no less sweet.

“Maybe before Christmas,” he said when he pulled back.

“Goodnight dork,” you said with a smile.

“Goodnight.” he said.

“Do you want your hat back?” you asked. He shook his head.

“Keep it. On one condition,” he said.

“Which is?” you asked.

“Someday, when you feel comfortable and when you actually believe me that you’re perfect the way you are, you’ll show me? So maybe you can start thinking you’re amazing too?” he asked.

Maybe before today you would have overreacted again. But if you’d learned one thing about Dean, a part of him cared about you. You were still getting used to that and you doubted you would ever want anyone to see how you looked.

But if somebody was going to get you to change your mind, it was probably going to be him.

“Okay,” you said with a nod.

“I’ll text you tomorrow,” he said with a smile.

“Okay,” you said. “Oh and, Dean? Sam loves you. Don’t get in a fight with him tonight.”

“No fighting. Just a talk. Thanks, sweetheart.”

A/N: Read Part 5 here!

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[avocadopomegranate]

IN WHICH Jamilla is just scraping by and scared of commitment, and Jack just wants to be there for her a.k.a Tinder hookup turned serious.

High school drop out, living in a crammed, deteriorating apartment in one of London’s tougher areas, broken family and too much baggage. Jamilla hates these labels, so when her Tinder hookup seems to become something more than just sex, she dreads him finding out... she just wants to feel normal, for once.

—

He was a year older, lived in London and looked cute enough from his profile picture. Honestly, Jamilla wasn’t thinking too hard when she swiped right on the match - it was a stressful week, she was sick of bickering with her younger brother, sick of her two jobs, sick of that bitch hassling her on Instagram... she deserved a night where she could enjoy herself and “Jack” seemed alright. When he proposed she meet him at a decent South London club she was sold. Alcohol, sex and some sleep sounded like the ideal night’s activities.

Under the coloured lights in the club, his eyes shined and his smile was breathtaking. Jamilla was impressed at what she’d pulled, surprised she hadn’t recognised just how... beautiful he was from the selfie on his dating account. She pushed it to the back of her mind, tugging at her second-hand party dress and giving him a friendly wave.

It wasn’t that awkward between them. She felt comfortable enough, he spoke respectfully although his tone was somewhat flirtatious, and wasn’t shoving his hands up her skirt like a sleeze. A plus, she guessed. He was slightly tipsy, she could see that, but nowhere near drunk enough to jump into a meaningless fuck. He bought her drinks which she consumed hungrily, continuing their small talk until it disintegrated into slurred sentences and hysteric laughs. The alcohol coursing through her made her buzz, and soon Jamilla had her hands on his thigh, lips beside his ear and a suggestive smirk painted on her mouth...

“Let’s get out of here?” Jack spoke huskily. “My place or yours?”

The idea of her shitty apartment almost sobered her up for a second. She pictured the bleak reality she was hiding from, as well as the disgust Jack would feel at her living state and shook her head wildly. “Yours.”

—

She woke up the next morning before he did, slipping into her clothes as the sun filtered pale light through the cracks in the blinds. Jack was buried under the warm quilt, blonde tips splayed across the pillow and a muscular arm cast beside him. She admired the tattoos she had barely noticed last night and smiled, for a moment losing herself in a daydream of comfort, belonging, love... imagine if waking up like this could be normal.

Jamilla blinked, breaking the trance. She was too busy for serious shit like that, too selfless and too stubborn to believe for a second that something that perfect could happen to her. Hurriedly she took her phone from the bedside table and picked her shoes up from the ground, all the while contemplating whether it would be inappropriate to leave a note... she’d enjoyed last night, he was charming and much better company than previous matches. What was the harm? The worst scenario was she’d never hear from him again

Enjoyed your company x If you’re up for it again, text me.

**********

Jamilla

—

Jack texted her just over a week later. Jamilla had let it float to the back of her mind, other areas of her life forcing themselves as priorities. But when he texted, it sent a cheeky grin to her lips.

They met several times across a few months, hitting the club and then heading to his becoming almost a ritual. His company became one she looked forward to at the end of a chaotic day - not just the sex and the alcohol, but everything in between that. It was comfortable, familiar. Maybe that’s not what hookups were supposed to become, but Jamilla was happy with it. There were no strings attached but a mutual connection between them. It was okay.

“My brother gets home tomorrow morning, any chance we can go to yours?” Jack inquired one night as they left the club, his hand pressed to the small of her back as her guided her through the crowd. Jamilla felt his hot breath on her ear, the risqué edge to his words. She couldn’t invite him to hers even if it wasn’t a shitheap and an embarrassment as her three siblings and uncle lived there. “I live with my family.” She hissed back, feeling the guilt pool in her stomach at always going to his and not hers. “Sorry.”

“Fuck,” Jamilla watched as he ran a hand through his growing hair, worried she’d ruined the night. After a moment of consideration he glanced at her again. “Fuck it, his flight will probably be delayed anyway.”

His lips found her neck as they tumbled into an Uber and she couldn’t help but smile, pushing any worry away.

—

Jamilla stirred at what felt later than her normal hour, smothered under Jack’s arm and comforted by his warmth. She was almost tempted to snuggle closer into him, let her eyes flutter closed and drift back into a calm slumber, but knew better. Wiping away the sleep from her eyes, she rolled over to grab her phone. Fuck, it was several hours later than she usually woke up when she stayed overnight. Thinking back, she hadn’t slept well at all that week - she was probably catching up on sleep while she was comfortable.

She didn’t notice Jack lifting his head beside her, bleary eyes squinting at her sitting beside him, so she jumped a little when he addressed her. “Hm, you’re usually gone by the time I wake up. Please don’t tell me it’s sparrow’s fart or something.”

As Jack rolled onto his back, Jamilla huffed a reply. “Nah it’s later, I must have slept in, sorry.”

“No, no problem!” The boy hurried out, voice husky from sleep. “I mean, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”

“Thank you.” She murmured back. It might not seem like much but his offer was touching, it showed a human side to him that she sometimes missed when they were caught up in a whirlwind of lust and intoxication.

Jamilla pulled the covers off, wincing as she was greeted with frosty air. “Shit it’s cold.” She swore. To find some temporary heat she wrapped her arms around her body which was protected only by undergarments, as she searched for her jeans and top from yesterday.

“Fucking hell, it is.” Jack grumbles as he clambers out of the bed himself. She watched as he pulled a hoodie over his torso, occupied for a moment before focusing her attention elsewhere, mulling over bus timetables and her sister’s whereabouts.

“Here,” Jamilla glanced up in time to catch the jumper he threw her way. “You must be freezing.”

It smelt like him, she observed as she tugged it on, murmuring a thank you as he headed towards the door with phone in hand.

Jamilla followed him out, recounting the many times she’d done this walk alone and enjoying his presence. He shot her a smile over his shoulder as he recounted some sort of joke he’d been talking about last night. I couldn’t help but laugh, loudly, feeling at ease.

“Jack?”

That was an unfamiliar voice, she thought, slow to process. Fuck, his brother. Her brain finally caught up and she caught Jack’s eye. He grimaced.

“Motherfucker, I forgot he was here.” Jack said quietly.

Jamilla shrugged. “Oh well. I’m leaving anyway.”

With a sigh, Jack traipsed into the main living area, expression somewhat sheepish. “Hey, Conor, forgot you were back.”

Conor was perched on a bar stool Jamilla discovered as she walked through the doorway, wringing her hands together out of nervous habit. “Hi. Uh,” he flashed her a quick glance, uncertain. “Did I miss something? I’ve only been gone for two weeks.”

“No! Tinder date.” She jumped to correct him quickly in an effort to save Jack some embarrassment.

Conor had a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Ah, right. Sorry.” She chewed on her lip. What should her next move be? Should she say something? Just leave? Was that rude?...

“Well, there’s coffee if you guys want to help yourselves.” Conor piped up again before his attention was once again captured by his phone. Jack and Jamilla shared a quick glance.

She ran her tongue over her teeth, pondering her words. “I should get going.”

Jack’s blue eyes found hers and her breath caught for a moment, Jamilla didn’t know quite why. “You should stay, for breakfast.” Jack’s words surprised her a little and she can’t hide her confused expression. “If you want. You’re not in a hurry, right?”

“No,” she breathed out. “I guess I could stay. Coffee sounds good for my hangover.”

Surprisingly it was Jack’s brother who hopped up from his seat and walked to the kitchen. Jamilla sensed there was a moment of brotherly telepathy between them as Jack cocked an eyebrow and Conor smiled back as he grabbed the brewing coffee.

“Thank you.” She said brightly when he handed her the steaming mug, black as she requested. “No problem...”

“Jamilla. Sorry, I didn’t even say did I?”

Jack slid into the stool beside me, wedging me between him and his brother. “How was Dublin?” That was directed at his sibling.

Conor perked up at this as Jamilla wracked her brain remembering that he was some kind of musician. “It was cold, but the shows were good. I met up with Chris and we got some writing done.”

Their interaction was worlds away from what she’d have with her family, but the genuine conversation between brought back memories of better times for her. It was, heartwarming almost, being a part of a calm, genuine morning conversation between the two. Maybe she didn’t belong here but she felt... alright.

“I saw the video you posted, man, Mikey really copped it.” Conor laughed, Jack joining in. Although clueless as to what the topic was, she smiled along, sipping at her almost empty coffee. A Tinder date was most definitely not supposed to conclude like this. But, fuck the system, hey? This was good.

—

She didn’t have much time to think about treating herself to a night out that week. It was downright horrid, filled with work issues, extra shifts, back pain and family arguments. Jack hadn’t texted her and she was glad she didn’t have to turn him away. She just felt like shit.

Jada was her closest friend, living at home with her parents after become a single teen mother. They didn’t see each other enough because of conflicting schedules, but she was always there for her through a text. Jamilla opened her phone to vent her problems.

Jamillla: fml! bro started another fight at school and got suspended. seriously I’m sick of his shit. plus, got laid off work today bc pubs closing down. where tf am I going to get enough money to cover rent? 🤬

She sent it with a sigh, realising too late that it was to completely the wrong person. Of course it fucking Jack. Fuck.

Jamilla: shiiiiit that wasn’t meant for you sorry!

Jamilla hoped he wouldn’t get the wrong idea, praying he’d just leave her on read so she didn’t have to negotiate any strange conversations. But her wishes weren’t granted, with only minutes later her phone vibrating against the bed.

Jack: Ahah that’s okay. But shit, that sucks ☹️I’m sorry to hear that.

He came across sympathetic in his texts even though she knew he wouldn’t think she had it this bad. Nevertheless, her heart swelled at his care for her before she shook it off as absurd. Her phone buzzed again.

Jack: You know, if you want to destress or forget hmu 😉

Fuck. Normally she’d kill for a way to run away from her problems, to relieve her storm of stresses. But she felt awful, too lethargic and drained to bring herself to want to do any of that. She’d be honest with Jack, she guessed, he deserved that much.

Jamilla: Normally I’d jump on that but I’m not feeling it at all. Honestly just feeling too shit. Sorry x

Jack responded to my message within moments.

Jack: Don’t be sorry, if ur not feeling it ur not feeling it.

Jack: If you want you can come over anyway. I have wine and Netflix and I love gossip.

Jamilla had to read that message twice. What? Was he inviting her over to hangout and drink and watch TV? No sex involved? Was he hoping she’d change her mind...? He wasn’t like that, though.

Tinder, she sighed. Sex, not friendships.

Jamilla: R u hoping to get lucky? Bc seriously, not in the mood.

Her text was snappy, to the point and probably rude but she sent it before she even thought it over, her muddled brain thinking too many things at once.

Jack: I swear to god that is not my intention. I know we’re just hookups or whatever, I just thought you might appreciate some company after ur shit day. If it’s too weird nvm.

Jamilla stared at her phone for a minute. She considered just leaving him on read and going to sleep, but now her mind had latched onto images of ranting it out to Jack, drinking wine, chilling out and chatting, his familiar touch...

Shit, she was in too far. But it was just what she needed, she thought, so screw it being weird. She needed someone to lean on.

Jamilla: Fuck it I’ll be there in 15. Don’t drink all the wine without me.

—

Knocking on Jack’s door was a new thing. So was showing up here so early, and by herself. Jamilla felt uneasy for a second before the door swung open.

Soon she was swaddled up on his couch, glass of red wine in hand and legs stretched out across the sofa. Jack sat close, arm stretched out along the top of the sofa behind me.

“Tell me your drama, your problems!” He exclaimed brightly, his white teeth making an appearance.

Jamilla cast her gaze down. She couldn’t tell him she was barely scraping by as it was, lower class and looking after a family. Shit, she didn’t want this - whatever this was becoming, sex, friendship? - to end right here. She was too ashamed to admit to what her life was.

She shrugged as she swished about her drink. “I don’t know, where do I even begin?”

“Are you seriously not going to be able to pay rent?” Jack asked. She felt a sense of dread flow over me, thinking maybe this was a mistake, coming here. “I thought you lived with your family?”

“I do, I mean I was being a bit dramatic.” Jamilla attempted to cover up the extent. “I won’t be able to cover my share of the rent. I chip in.”

“Ah,” Jack sighs, taking another sips of his drink. “That still sucks, getting laid off.”

“You know all about it huh?” She teased back with a cheeky smile. “Youtube kicking you out?”

“Fuck off.” He laughed back. She liked this. She really liked this and she really liked him, Jamilla thought as they continued their conversation.

Soon they were several glasses in, tipsy and full of giggles despite the frustration behind Jamilla’s stories. And fuck, she’d accidentally just blurted out that she was a high school drop out. Fuck.

Despite the alcohol in her system she felt a sense of shame rush through her mind. Jack looked at her unwaveringly, not judgemental but Jamilla couldn’t help but feel nervous. “Sorry, not too attractive is it?”

Jack, whose knee was now pressed against her thigh, somehow shuffling closer during the extent of our talking, tilted his head slightly. “I wouldn’t think any less of you.” He admitted candidly, not tearing those blue eyes away from Jamilla. And then, fuck, before she can even think or react, Jack slides his arm around her shoulders, bringing his face close and pressing his lips to hers.

They’d kissed before, Jamilla had enjoyed it, but this was different - not lust driven, rushed and feverish. No, this was gentle, sweet and fucking hell she swore it melted her heart in places. Shit.

It made her feel warm, secure, bubbly... she felt so right yet she pulled away.

Jack looked guilty, removing his hand from her body. “Damnit,” he sighed “sorry, it’s habit.”

Jamilla laughs it off. But fucking Jesus Christ, what has she got herself into... is she getting too attached? Is this fucking fair? What does she want from it... and why does she feel so good when she’s with him?

—

Her neck was cramped when she woke up, and she winced in pain as she turned her face on the pillow. But it definitely wasn’t her pillow she realised as she opened her eyes. Shit. She was at Jack’s.

Jamilla sat upright on the couch, pulling the blanket away from her. She couldn’t recall the last moments of her evening, only remembering watching some Netflix show with a funny name? Some guy shooting some one and...?

She must have dozed off during it. Fucking hell, what was she doing? At this rate she’d spend more time at his then at her own home. She’d look like a real gold digger if he found out her situation.

Throat dry and feeling dehydrated, Jamilla walked to the kitchen, filling a glass with water from the tap and sculling it eagerly. She almost dropped it though when two hands landed on her shoulders.

“Shit, Jack,” Jamilla cursed when she spotted the perpetrator. “That gave me a heart attack.”

“Sorry.” He doesn’t sound sorry at all. His hands brush across bare skin for a moment, distracting. She sighs.

She felt bad for staying over, a arrow of concern stabbing at her know what this looked like... but maybe his bed was comfortable, his Wifi worked and he had a supply of food and drinks, but she didn’t come for that. It was him, she fucking swore, she liked his company and not his possessions.

Jack of course made no fuss about it, not appearing even mildly worried about her spending time here. “Whenever you need it.” He smiled, and for a second Jamilla worried he knew, knew she was poor and on the verge of losing her flat. Fuck, don’t be dumb, she thought, of course he didn’t. He was just being kind.

Jack Maynard was... shit. She was smitten.

—

She found her thoughts shifting to the Brighton boy more times than she’d like to admit that week. She pictured him teasing her about her black coffee when she got up each morning, laughing at her clumsiness, the way he’d listen to her stories attentively unlike that dumb coworker. She wanted to detach herself, yet she couldn’t stop him popping up in her minds. In her lunch break - barely half an hour - Jamilla even hacked the Wifi and went to his YouTube channel and holy sheezus he had 1.5 million subscribers. That terrified her, not quite aware he was that popular. Shit. She considered maybe letting it simmer for a bit, having a few weeks off seeing him - but on Friday a reminded pinged on her phone saying otherwise.

Jack Maynard: DJ Set @ London Club

Time: 8.00pm, Saturday the 4th

Shit. Jamilla had some feint recollection of discussing his work, a memory somewhere of him saying he had a show... she didn’t know he entered a fucking reminder in her phone.

Later that evening she got a text.

Jack: Be there or be square? 😊

Jamilla would have to go straight from work, onto the bus across town to make it just at eight. Her uncle probably wouldn’t be too impressed but she was 22, she deserved to let loose right? To have friends and go to events? And Jack seemed so excited... she couldn’t even begin to think of a disappointed Jack before she’d made her decision.

It was epic. She’d got there just on the dot of eight, rushing to the ticket booth praying she had enough cash or else it’d be embarrassing. When she slid her ID over the gateman pushed it back. “You’ve got a pre booked ticket, paid and everything mam.”

That bitch, Jamilla grumbled, taking the ticket nonetheless and heading inside. The beats were sick, the sweaty people jumping up and down in the same mood as her - hyped, excited, energised - and watching Jack’s face while he worked made her heart throb. He thought he spotted her, eyes falling on hers but she couldn’t be sure. She smiled anyway.

Jack: Thx for coming. Meet me backstage?

Jamilla receive this message from him just as the show had ended, unsure what to make of it. A booty call? A chat?

She went anyway, the couple of security guards seeming to know she was all good to come through. Jack was just striding into the dressing room when she entered.

“Jamilla, hey.” He grinned widely.

And then his kissed her, out of nowhere, his hands pressed against her jaw, her waist, kissing her deeply. This was no fucking mistake, no ‘habit’ and oh Jesus fuck.

She couldn’t help but reciprocate at first - it was intoxicating, drawing her into him - but she pulled away after a minute.

“Are you trying to get me in bed?”

Jack seemed stunned by her words. “No, no.”

He was fucking getting attached, like she was getting attached to him. This was bad, this was what wasn’t supposed to happen from a tinder date. Hookups not relationships and - she was going to have to walk away, more for his sake than hers.

“Shit, Jack,” she began, hand tugging at her hair. “This was supposed to be a hookup and the fuck knows how we screwed it up so bad. Look, I can’t really do seriously commitment stuff, I’m not up for that and I think we’re both getting too attached. This isn’t... right, I’m not right for you anyway. I think...” she watched his eyes scan across hers, betrayed, puzzled. God damn you Jack Maynard. “We should probably leave this here. You’re show was awesome, thank you.”

And she turned on her heel and exited into the hallway, her lips still buzzing from their kiss and a loud curse echoing down in the distance. Jamilla let a single tear drip from her eye before sucking it up. Walk away.

—

Jack called the next day. Jamilla let it ring out and was grateful he didn’t leave a voicemail. He did text though.

Jack: Jamilla can’t we even talk about it? You don’t have to cut me off completely.

She felt guilty but wouldn’t let herself reply. It was over - the sex was good, he was good, but it was never going to work. Yet that lunch break she found herself watching one of his videos on his channel, watching that smile, his Brighton accent, the shine in his eyes and she knew she was in deeper than she’d thought, that’d it’d hurt more than maybe she expected. There was some dull throb somewhere that ached, longing, missing, regretting.

He called a few times over that week - sometimes while is was at work, others at home which she left unanswered anyway. Her sister Greta even saw it one time, almost answering it before Jamilla called out to leave it. Her younger sibling smirked at the heart next to his name so she deleted it. It was over. But it was like each time he called it made her more emotional, know, shit, he actually cared about me. He actually cares.

She was going well, she was going strong for almost a month? when she finally cracked. It was after anything fucked up day, she was just finished screaming with her brother about staying in school and searching the house for loose coins, her boss wouldn’t give her more shifts and her uncle was late home, meaning she had to cook. And she was so angry, so emotional, that she walked off down the almost desolate urban streets to clear her rage. But when he called, tears already threatening her eyes, she snapped, sliding her finger across the answer button in a quick, fiery motion.

“What do you fucking want Jack? What the fuck do you want from me that you keep calling for, huh? I think I made myself clear.”

There was a pause on the other end - fucking hell, he was probably more than baffled by her sharp, angry voice. “Uh, shit Jamilla. I didn’t know we ended on such bad terms, I must have read the fucking situation wrong again.”

There was some malice to his words, probably riled up by her uncalled for, spitting tone. Fair enough, in hindsight. She knew he was hinting at something, not subtlety, such as him playing him along.

Jamilla rebutted with no lapse in her fury. “Maybe you did, Jack. But what do you want me to say, huh? What do you want to hear?”

“I just want some fucking answers, I want to know why you just cut it off, cut everything off after... it was fine. Don’t you get why I’m confused?”

“I gave you fucking answers!” She spat back. “I gave you plenty of fucking answers - we were getting too attached for a goddamn hookup, I don’t fucking do relationships and that’s what it was becoming... I’m not even good enough for you. Isn’t that enough Jack? Or would you like to hear the detailed fucking truth and not in so many words? Do you want to hear that I’m a fucking sleaze, a high school dropout with two minimum wage jobs about to loose the drug dealer flat I live in with my fucking family? That I work too many hours, that I try every fucking day to keep my siblings in school so they don’t end up dirt poor like we are, that my uncle is has depression because he works too much and I put more stress on him everyday I can’t get a better paying job? That I drink too much to fucking forget and I bitch to my one friend because my life’s so fucking hard? Do you fucking want some poor scum, some shitty gold digger of a girl in your fucking life? For Christ’s sake, Jack, do you want me to be so fucking selfish that I throw it all away to make myself happy?”

She was out of breath when she finished. There were salty tears slipping from her eyes but she was too exhausted to stop them. She’d given up on hiding tonight, her emotions had control and her feelings had been laid bare.

Before he could say anything she hangs up, finding her way to a graffitied park bench and letting herself drown in her overwhelming stream of thoughts and emotions.

Her phone rang beside her. She hadn’t expected him to call back right away, she thought she would’ve scared him off for a little longer maybe. But fuck, she let out a sob when she saw his name across the screen in a matter of seconds. She answered with no thought.

“Yes?” Her voice has a softer, subdued sound to it now, the anger long disappeared into the night.

“Jamilla,” Jack spoke, strained but laced with a whisper of something else. “Jamilla, you’re so strong. You’re so strong - it doesn’t matter that you’re poor, it doesn’t change anything, not to me. You’re not poor because you-you don’t work hard... it’s because you’re in a shitty situation, that’s all. How could I judge you on something so far out of your control? Jamilla, you’re so busy worrying about other people that you- you’re allowed to do things for yourself - it’s not selfish, it’s fucking self-care. ...isolating yourself isn’t okay, you need people, you need support, you need friends... everyone does, Jamilla, it’s normal. I want to be there for you. Please...”

Fresh tears pricked at her eyes, the Brighton boy on the other end of the phone speaking something so genuine and meaningful, touching. As he trailed off she wiped at her sticky tears.

“... just think about it, okay? Call me anytime. Please don’t cut yourself off again. I’m here.”

“Thank you.” She whispered back.

—

She didn’t know what to expect when she arrived at his flat a few days later. But it was okay. Jack greeted Jamilla with a warm hug and she felt welcomed, wanted, and he told her he’d missed her. She didn’t think too hard about what this was, what they were, because she made a pledge to herself to just let it happen. But when he kissed her sweetly against the kitchen counter she knew that he wanted something proper. He wouldn’t press it, but Jamilla couldn’t help but smile at the thought of having aboyfriend. Heading out to lunch, holding his hand and slipping past Conor in the lounge room, Jamilla glanced at her phone and thought about deleting her Tinder from her phone... it didn’t seem like she’d need it. He was there for her, she was there for him - it’d be okay. She deserved it, she deserved to be happy, she told herself. And he made her happy, for sure.

[weakeninghope]

Thunderstorm

Pairing: Ash Lynx/Eiji Okumura

Rating: Teen

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Summary:   Ash started noticing a pattern in his life that would often repeat itself: every time that something bad was about to happen, the sky would darken and a storm came. It had been like that since that mournful night of Halloween and that ill-fated day in Cape Cod. It happened too the last night they spent at Cape Cod, the night of Shorter’s death and the night he confessed Eiji how he felt about himself and had a breakdown in front of him.

Notes: Heyo! sorry, I haven't posted anything in a while ;; I was out for holidays, but I wrote a fic in Spanish for a dear friend and then I thought about translating it so I could share it here. I'm really proud of this fic so please read it and tell me how you feel about it! I'm also really hyped for the valentines exchange, I signed up for the event this time heheAlso as I said before, this work was originally written in Spanish, it's 2AM here in Spain and I've ended the translation in a rush, I'll beta the work tomorrow, please forgive me for the mistakes and typos ;;comments and kudos are much appreciated! <3 you can talk to me via Twitter @Shirotxpoison

fic under the cut!

“Are you sure about going trick or treating tonight?” Aslan asked. The blonde wasn’t entirely satisfied with the idea that his friends had had (he was prepared for the occasion anyway despite feeling a little bit doubtful, wearing a big pumpkin mask and a white sheet on to look like a ghost.)

Yes, it was Halloween, but the weather didn’t look inviting and his older brother had always warned him that when rain and thunderstorms threatened to come, the best that could be done waas staying home. It was better not to risk oneself unnecessarily. Aslan was going to be home alone, though, because Griffin was at the workshop and it looked like he wasn’t going to come back until 10 at night. There were times in which his brother would return home late and Aslan felt lonely, but he knew that Griffin was going to come back. He always came back and gave him a hug, then they talked for a while and the older would tell him stories and tales before going to sleep.

“Of course! It’s Halloween tonight, it’s the best time of the year for trick or treating!” Wendy exclaimed -one of his friends, the boldest person he knew. Wendy was one of those people that would often butt heads with everyone and that more often than not, put her nose into other people’s businesses. In plenty of occasions, the gang was going to meet to play around the town but the plan had to be postponed because Wendy was grounded for having said or done something inappropriate. At least, Aslan was relieved because his friend hadn’t suggested going some place abandoned to look for ghosts.

Aslan didn’t know to what extent he should follow Wendy and his other two friends, but Griffin wasn’t home and even though Jennifer was really kind -she had always been- and that she’d surely serve him a delicious dish of his favorite food, there was something in the way; his father. He didn’t want to see him. Aslan didn’t trust him. He had heard him scolding Griffin more than once and he didn’t want that to happen; he despised witnessing someone treating his brother badly. Anyway, he decided that he’d rather follow his friends in their nightly excursion than being home alone. At the end of the day and in spite of the predictions of the women in town (they said there was going to be a storm that night, and the black, menacing clouds weren’t inviting to think otherwise), there wasn’t raining at the moment.

The gang was formed by Wendy, Jack, Mary and Aslan himself. They were walking all around Cape Cod, their hometown, which was threatened by heavy rain -not that Aslan’s friends minded- in search of candy. Generally, people would gladly open the door of their houses for them and abide to their requests. In that town, everyone knew everyone and Aslan was such a good boy that everyone, mostly the town’s women, loved him and held him dearly. On the other hand, though, there was some people that didn’t even open the door. There had always been that kind of people, too, they were more reserved and weren’t as welcoming as the local shops’ owners.

After a while, it was almost 10 at night and  Aslan had a great idea (he would lately regret it, though) of hiding in the small woods near his house to scare his brother when he left the workshop. He then timidly said goodbye to his friends and took his leave, going to the forest. Once he got there, he hid behind a tree and waited patiently.

Anyone would feel afraid in that situation, but not Aslan, he was a brave boy and one of his baseball coach’s favorites. He really admired a respected this man with his whole heart. It was starting to rain, and in the quiet scenario on the forest some noises could be heard; some birds tweeting and flying, the leaves being moved and swayed by the ever growing wind. It was indeed an eerie situation and Aslan was starting to feel uneasy.

Suddenly, Aslan shuddered; he felt something creeping upon his back; he had gotten caught on a tree branch, and that was the breaking point. He was starting to feel afraid. Maybe he shouldn’t have left the group? What if Griffin got angry at him? No, no. Ten o clock must be close. He just had to wait patiently. Nothing was going to happen, everything was alright.

And he did wait calmly until the first thunder struck in the distance and the rain started soaking the floor, splashing his feet with  mud. Thunder and lighting were coming closer and closer and their intensity was growing; Aslan was soaking wet and shivering because of the cold. The boy couldn’t hold it in anymore; he turned around and saw what it looked like a giant pumpkin staggering his way. And then he started crying and left the place in a rush. He luckily found his brother in his way home (which he had set out intuitively). Nothing went wrong that night. Griffin just combed his brother’s hair with his hand, put himself at his height and gave him a kiss in the forehead while whispering that everything was okay.

But little did Aslan know about the disgraces looming over him such as those menacing clouds.

Aslan kept shivering. He definitely didn’t like storms. They made him uncomfortable.

He started hating them with his very being that il-omended day in which his baseball coach forcefully took him to his house and didn’t let him escape until the man had satisfied his lascivious and selfish desires. That day, thunders sounded and felt worse than ever. The lightning reflected all the fears and all the panic that Aslan had inside him.

That was the worst experience of his life, but it wasn’t going to be the last one.

--

Ash hated a few things, it was normal to do so in his world, he didn’t like almost anything, but above everything else, he detested ruthless killers who murdered innocent people, strident noises, pumpkins and darkness. Dark things in general.

That’s what he had believed during his whole life until he met Eiji Okumura, a Japanese boy with jet black eyes and dark hair who gave off naiveté and innocence, something not recomendable at all in Ash’s world. However, Ash felt something indescriptible awaken when his jade green eyes came into contact with the other boy’s black ones.

That day, the boy entered the bar where Ash’s gang used to meet, accompanied by a photographer who was in charge of a report about them (it was a kind of favour that they’d do him because he was Charlie’s friend, and Ash also took benefits from that because their gang would be left alone for a while). It could be said that that boy wasn’t someone that would stand out, he was a simple boy who was there to assist his boss. But there was something in him that ignited something in Ash, that made him focus his entire self in the dark-haired, and the second that they locke gazes on each other, Ash felt that this boy called Eiji wouldn’t be just a temporary figure in his life like everyone, or almost everyone was.

At that point of his life, Ash didn’t believe in things such as permanency, but there was something weird and magical about the way that guy approached Ash, knowing perfectly what he was getting himself into, and asked him if he could hold his gun. That lit a spark in Ash’s insides that wouldn’t fade away for a long, long time. At first, Ash thought that he would only see Eiji that day; that the Japanese would only be there for a few pictures (not of Ash’s face, he made clear that his face wouldn’t appear in any of them. He hated the way those degenerates would do horrible things to him with that camera. Just thinking of it made Ash want to throw up). However, when he recieved a call from Shorter warning him about Arthur’s intentions, everything became messed up.

Skip grabbed Eiji’s hand strongly and took him straight to the secret passageway. Great mistake. They  had fallenin the enemy’s trap and that would brim them fatal consequences.

Shit. Now he would have to save a stranger? Ash thought. Nevertheless, he didn’t falter and followed Skip and Eiji. Deep inside his heart, Ash knew he didn’t regret doing it. And that he would’nt.

That day and for the first time in a long while, Ash witnessed something he even forgot that existed; flying. He saw Eiji being swayed by the wind like a feather, freely, without anywhere to go, without being bound t a cruel and miserable life like his own.

That day, Ash Lynx could see that there was still some life in his dark, dark life.

That day, Ash Lynx knew that Eiji Okumura was special.

--

Life at prison was as dull as life on the streets. He’d encounter the same, at the end of the day; people wanting to take advantage of him. Ah was tired of being holed up there; he didn’t expect the law to protect him -for he had ignored it his whole life- but he did believe in what was fair and what it wasn’t, and that wasn’t far at all. Ash hadn’t kille Marvin.

Besides, he was fed up with Max Lobo, his inmate, who tried to be his best-friend of some sorts. He just wanted to get the hell out of there. He needed a plan and he needed it as soon as possible; and that plan could only be useful if he let himself be used by Garvey and his lackeys.

When he finally ended up in the hospital (unfortunately enough, that was the only way out. He had to make sure that those assholes -Dino’s followers- didn’t put their dirty hands on that little jar with white powder that Steven thompson game him) he saved the capsule for putting it the note inside it later. Now he just had to wait until he could see Eiji.

The following day finally came and with it, the long-awaited visit hours; Ash didn’t hesitate and started his plan. He had to move with agility and stop waiting. In his chest, his heart was beating with strength, as if it was going to leave it. Anticipation coursed through his veins and anxiety filled his body. He knew he was going to steal Eiji’s first kiss, and he felt partly sorry and partly… proud? but it was not as if he had any other option.

Ash’s heart started beating stronger when Eiji entered the room and his black eyes widened when he saw him; time seemed to stop when Eiji told the American that he was glad to see him and to make sure that he was alright, that everything was okay, that he would make it out of jail alive. That was when Ash thought he had to start acting. After a few minutes of chatter with Ibe-san and the other, Ash put an arm behind Eiji’s neck (maybe he shouldn’t enjoy the closeness with Eiji as much as he was enjoying it, but fuck it).

“Thanks for coming to see me, Eiji.” Ash said as he got up from his seat and brought Eiji to the exit.

Now.

“Come alone next time, okay?” Ash said with the softest voice he could muster, and that was partly, and just partly intentional.

And that was when he did it. He slid his hands through Eiji’s reddish cheeks, caressing every inch of his skin with his fingertips, enjoying the moment way too much until, slowly, he closed the distance between Eiji and himself. Their lips touched an Ash felt fireworks go off behind his head, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t particularly mind the noise, he just focused on cautiously moving his lips against Eiji’s and then he licked the seam of the Japanese’s lips before Eiji parted them. He successfully put the pill in Eiji’s mouth and then they separated, not before Ash giving Eiji a determined gaze, which the other seemed to answer.

Ash was mesmerized. He couldn’t have enjoyed it that much, he felt so confused. Eiji’s lips were too soft, his tongue too, Eiji’s shyness was too adorable; everything was too much for him, everything had been too much since the day he saw Eiji flying, so he decided to play off his amazement with a playful squeeze to Eiji’s ass. He wasn’t allowed to show the smallest sign of nervousness. It wasn’t a moment to back off, so with that indescriptible warmness in his chest, Ash left.

--

The day he met Eiji, Ash had the feeling that they would be together for a long time -which hurt him a little bit because everyone who stayed with him ended up hurt in the end-. Well, turns out he was right, quite a lot of time had passed since the first time they  met and they were still together. Together.

Eiji hadn’t left his life. Eiji had seen in which kind of world Ash live and what kind of things he could do and had decided to stay with him, he even went to Cape Cop with him, Shorter, Max and the other to look for Griffin’s documents.

Ash remembers Eiji’s shameful demeanor and attitude then he told him that he couldn’t accomplish his mission, and he also remembers hoe the boy was as determined as to look for alternative and look for Doctor Meredith himself.

Eiji was gaining Ash’s trust spending days with him and with everything he did, but he knew that that had to end soon. He had to go to Japan soon and their paths should never cross again. He had been thinking about that when they arrived to Cape Cod, after he had to -sadly- talk to Jim fucking Callenreese.

When night came, Ash lay down with his blanket as he listened to the rain fall, and in a few minutes, he fell into deep sleep. He dreamt about Halloween night, about the day that the baseball coach abused himm and he suddenly was alone in the middle of a thunderstorm, and there wasn’t anyone near him.

He was like in the middle of some thick, thick fog; he screamed and shouted but no one answered, he moved through the rain and lighting looking for anything to grab onto until…

Eiji?

He thought he saw Eiji’s figure at the porch of his house in Cape Cop; he looked like an angel, like something unreachable, but he still reached his hand to clasp Eiji’s.

But he didn’t reach. They couldn’t touch.

They never could.

“Eiji!” Ash shouted, waking up all of a sudden. It looked like he hadn’t waken anyone up, so he decided to go out at the porch to breathe a little bit; he needed to be alone.

Ash proceeded with caution, he didn’t want to wake Shorter up accidentally (the fucked had bad temper when he woke up) and went to the porch.

And then he saw him, his back facing Ash, illuminated by the lighting. He looked ethereal, unreachable, as he was in the dream. But that time he was truly there, and Ash was thankful for it from the bottom of his heart. The blond tooka few steps and positioned himself by his side, Eiji turned his head and saw him.

“Oh, Ash. Can’t sleep?” Eiji softly Asked.

“Not exactly.” The American answered.

“Your forehead looks sweaty. Have you had a nightmare?”

Score. Eiji had nailed it.

“You could say I did.”

“It’s okay, Ash, it was only a dream.” Eiji said as he rubbed his haind in Ash’s shouldder for a few seconds, though he later retired it as if he had been burn. “Do you want to be alone?” He asked.

“No!” Ash exclaimed. “It’s not that.” He turned his head with a surprised expression. “Don’t leave.” Ash whispered.

“Okay, okay.” Eiji chuckled, and Ash started calming down. “I’m not going anywhere, Ash.”

Something in the way he said his name was like a blanket of warmth that surrounded Ash. Eiji himself was the embodiment of softness and delicacy; for the first time in his life, Ash had something like that, and it was the best feeling in the world. But he was afraid.

“I’m afraid of storms. Have been since I was a kid. I’ve had a nightmare about one and when I woke up, I heard thunders in the distance, and I’ve panicked.” Ash confessed without explaining himself further; he didn’t tell Eiji the whole story, but he couldn’t lie either. Not to him.

“I see. Then I understand why you’ve woken up so jumpy.” Eiji’s hand was on Ash’s shoulder again, and even though the former didn’t enjoy intimacy and rejected physical contact, he didn’t complain. He didn’t have a reason to.

“I guess. And what are you doing here?” Ash asked, curious.

“I couldn’t sleep. I had a lot to think about, mostly after that conversation we had this afternoon.” Eiji confessed, his voice sounded kinda sad.

His expression looked gloomy, and it didn’t look good on him, Ash thought. And it was all because of him. The blond thought that after having drunk his regrets away they would have left along with the alcohol coursing through his veins, but it looked otherwise. There they were.

“Eiji… I…”

“Shhh. It’s okay.” Eiji reassured.

At some moment of the conversation, Eiji’s hand had followed its wat and had clasped Ash’s. Eiji’s hand was soft and smaller than his own, it wasn’t calloused for holding a gun and his fingers weren’t as agile and long as their own, but still, it was lovely and warm, he loved it. Ash squeezed and immediately felt his warmth.

That night, Ash and Eiji stayed together in silence, communicating via hand squeezes every time a thunder broke their silence and a lightning bolt lit the tempestuous and stirred up sky of Cape Cod.

Ash woke up at the break of dawn and realized (not only for his growing neck ache) that he had fallen asleep in Eiji’s shoulder. A little bit ashamed, he moved aside and woke his companion up, who, flustered and red to the tip of his ears, stood up suddenly and left quickly to woke the others up, since they had stuff to take care of.

Ash hadn’t slept that well for ages.

--

Ash started noticing a pattern in his life that would often repeat itself: every time that something bad was about to happen, the sky would darken and a storm came. It had been like that since that mournful night of Halloween and that ill-fated day in Cape Cod. It happened too the last night they spent at Cape Cod, the night of Shorter’s death and the night he confessed Eiji how he felt about himself and had a breakdown in front of him.

But those last days and nights, Eiji had always been there to grasp his hand and make sure that everything was alright.

But Ash was afraid of another storm coming and Eiji not being there to calm him. He had come to get used to having him way to close. Maybe Blanca was right and he just selfishly wanted Eiji to assuage his feelings of loneliness.

Eiji, on the contrary, had other things to say about the matter. For Eiji, protecting Ash was his number one priority He wanted to protect him of pumpkins, of storms -as long as Ash protected him from moths-

but, above all, he wanted to protect him from himself.

That’s what it said on Eiji’s letter, Eiji’s last words to Ash before returning to Japan.

That day on december there wasn’t a storm, it was snowing, and Ash felt the cold running through his bones while he slid through the snow to reach the airport. As he was running, he thought he saw Sing hitting Lao in an alley, but honestly, he gave a flying fuck. He had other things to worry about.

When he arrived at the airport, Eiji wasn’t there. But it didn’t matter. they would meet each other again soon.

It was about time that Ash let himself be loved.

--

“Another storm?” Ash ironically asked as he pulled his t-shirt off. “Izumo just knows this kind of weather or what?”

“It’s June, which means monsoon, which means more rain and more storms.” Eiji clicked his tongue at Ash. “I thought you’d maybe read it in one of those books about Japan you read at the library.

Fuck! So Eiji observed him while he was in the library. Damn it… They had beed together in Japan since february, and despite all those months they spent together, Ash still couldn’t believe that Eiji was his boyfriend, That Eiji was with him, safe, alive, and far from any danger. That Ash himself was alive. That it wasn’t temporary that Death hasn’t chasing him anymore.

For Ash, the most important thing in the world was Eiji’s safety. And the world seemed to listen to him for once, for they didn’t leave in separate worlds anymore. Eiji was right. Their souls would always be together.

They would always be together. Forever.

“Shut up and come here.” Ash let go as he patted the space besides him in the bed. He was seated in Eiji’s bed and it was time to sleep already.

“You think I’m going to listen to some brat?” Eiji snapped.

“Come on, Big Bro, you really don’t want me to open the window so a moth makes it in.” Ash raised an eyebrow, he knew Eiji really well.

Eiji crossed his room and sat by Ash’s side.

“The only thing that’s gonna make it in if I open the window is water. Let me remind you that it’s raining.” Eiji answered while playfully hitting Ash’s shoulder.

“Okay, seriously. Are we gonna sleep? I don’t want you to tremble because of the storm.”

And then no one said a thing, the room turned completely silent. Ash looked away from Eiji.

“I-I’m sorry! Forgive me, Ash, I know you’re afraid of storms because… I didn’t want to…”

“Eiji, It’s okay. Thanks to you I’m… getting over it.” Ash said trying to calm his boyfriend, he didn’t want to bother him.. He hated that Eiji could feel bad about something. There were times in which they had this kind of misunderstandings, in other occasions, their make out sessions escalated quickly and they turned more heated than expected, which ended in a line that Ash wasn’t ready to cross just yet, but Eiji was always gentle and knew what to do when he was about to panic, and just as Eiji knew, Ash also knew how to calm Eiji. He was always there for him.

“But it has been horrible, I shouldn’t have said it, I don’t want to say anything to bother you, Ash. You know you’re the most important thing for me. And that you’re always gonna be.” Eiji stated. Ash’s heart skipped a beat.

“Eiji…”

“Ash. I said the truth when I told you that I’d always be with you and I said the truth now, too.” Eiji said as his hand crossed the bed and clasped Ash’s. They now were looking at each other closely.

“Eiji, you know? when I’m with you I feel that I can be a good person.” Ash confessed with all the love he could fit into a sentence. Because that’s what he felt for Eiji.

Love.

“Ash, you’ve always been. Your fear don’t define you.” Eiji said as he came close to Ash.

“You’re wonderful, Eiji.” Ash said. He truly believed it. He had always believed.

“Not at all. I’m unremarkable.”

“Never said that about yourself.” Ash said in a serious demeanor.

“Then you never tell me again that you want to be something you already are.”

“What if we stop talking?” Ash sweetly asked. His hands travelled upwards until they found Eiji’a face.

Eiji nodded his face and their lips joined. Ash had been kissing Eiji for months and he was still getting used to the feeling of having his boyfriend that close; his lips moved in synch and the storm was forgotten  when their tongues entwined and the only thing that Ash could hear was Eiji’s soft sighs against his mouth when his tongue traced the roof of his mouth and then his teeth. They parted and let out a few sighs, being very, very close. A few “I love you” slipped in,

After that they moved and went inside Eiji’s bed, it was small and the space was cramped, but they always slept there, mostly the stormy nights in which Ash would come closer to Eiji than ever, with the Japanese hugging his back and resting his weights on him.

Ash thought for a moment before falling into deep slumber. He had still yet to get over his fear for storms, but when he was with Eiji and he started to tremble if only just a little, his warm hands caressing his back always made them stop.

And in a moment of lucidity, Ash reached a conclusion:

There wasn’t a storm able to darken up his life as long as he had his own personal sun: Eiji Okumura.

[askthedespairkids]

Junpei’s Backstory

//HEYYYYY REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I’D MAKE THIS FOR THE 2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE BLOG AND THEN I NEVER DID

//WELL AFTER 5 MONTHS IT’S DONE BUT DON’T EXPECT IT TO BE MY BEST WRITING

//I’ve just done little snips of his life before Hope’s Peak just to put a lot of things into context so don’t expect one long arc of story. It’s just key points in the lead up to him being accepted into Hope’s Peak

//Hope you all enjoy

Yuri Yamahiro. Hisako Nakagiri. Tomoko Uyeno. Popular. Known. Seen. Loved by everyone. Those girls could do anything and this school would love them all the same.

 “Bullshit.” Junpei said to himself. The bell rang to signify the day had ended, he watched from the back of his class as all the small groups of friends magnetised to each other.

 “Do you have any plans today?”

 “Did you get what Aramoto-sensei was talking about?”

 “I was gonna head to that new café that opened up, you guys wanna go check it out with me?”

 Usual boring conversations. Nobody took notice of Junpei as he packed up his stuff, he had no reason to linger in the school. Technically the newspaper club was having a meeting today, but they’d never notice if he didn’t show up. They didn’t acknowledge if he was there half the time. He left the classroom, trying to make sure he didn’t bump into any of the other students that wouldn’t have even realised he was there otherwise.

 He made his way to the shoe lockers, stopping when he saw two boys putting what looked like tacks into somebody’s shoes. They snickered to each other before putting the shoes back in the locker and leaving the building. Junpei took a second to decide what to do. Trying to warn the person would be hard considering they probably wouldn’t take notice of Junpei.

 “Ugh…” He sighed to himself, taking the shoes from the locker and dumping the tacks into a nearby bin.

 “Ah…not again.” Junpei looked back to see a black haired boy frowning. Must be his shoes. “…why me…?” The boy’s amber eyes looked like they were tearing up. Junpei looked sadly onward. There wasn’t really much else he could do at this point. He placed the shoes next to the boy’s feet and moved over to his own shoe locker unnoticed.

 “Huh…?” He heard the boy behind him. “Did they fall out…?” Junpei smiled a little. It felt good to know that he helped the boy out, even if he didn’t know Junpei existed.

 --

 “Shit!” Junpei cursed, feeling around his pockets outside the convenience store. He was supposed to pick up groceries on his way home, he must have left his money on the desk in his room this morning. Not great. Really not great.

 “No way!” He looked over to see those girls, Yuri, Hisako, and Tomoko. “You mean Yumi-chan really-!”

 “For like, a full ten minutes!” Hisako grinned. “What a whore, right?” Oh great. How kind of them to talk about their ‘friend’ like that.

 “I don’t think Hiroyuki-kun would have been complaining about it if she’s so willing to put out.” Yuri’s ugly laugh went right through Junpei. He felt one of them bump against his shoulder when he wasn’t paying attention.

 “Huh?” Tomoko looked down at Junpei. “Hey, junior, wanna watch where you’re going?!” Junpei scowled. He hated it when people called him anything because of his height. “Wait…are you a middle schooler?”

 “That’s the boy’s uniform!” Yuri pointed out. “You’re from our school, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. Blond kids usually stand out more.”

 “I wish.” Junpei answered, disinterested. He wasn’t noticed much, and he was easily forgotten about. “…you were talking about Kinoshita-san…?”

 The girls collectively glared at Junpei. “Hey, kid maybe you should mind your own business.” Tomoko sneered.

 “I mean, even if I tried to tell someone they would never believe it. I mean, who the fuck am I?” Junpei said. The girls exchanged glances that seemed to agree with him. “Whatever…I don’t really have time to hang about. Gotta head home quickly.” He did a half-bow before walking away from the trio of girls.

 “Hey, hold on! We don’t even know who you are!” Hisako yelled after him.

 “Wouldn’t matter if I told you, trust me!” He called back. Girls like that…he wouldn’t want to be remembered by them anyway.

 --

 “I’m home.” Junpei said, kicking off his shoes and walking into his house. A rather large house, not mansion sized, but still rather large. There wasn’t any initial response from when he entered but the door to the living room opened, a black haired girl with a choppy hairstyle stepped out, she seemed to be talking to someone on the phone. “…hey, Misaki.” Junpei half-waved.

 “Not now. I’m trying to get in contact with Ito-san.” His sister said.

 “That politician guy? You got the job then.”

 “Obviously.” Misaki and their brother, Suibuki had just graduated from Hope’s Peak last spring. As soon as she left Misaki, who had been enrolled as the Ultimate Campaign Manager, had been receiving offer after offer from famous politicians across the globe to help them with their campaign.

 Misaki looked down at Junpei. “…where are the groceries?”

 “Ah! Right! I left the money on my desk this morning. I’ll need to rush back out and get it. I just hope I can go and get back before Suibuki gets home-“

 “Eh...?” Junpei froze. He and Misaki looked up to see a crimson haired boy that sat in a messy style glaring down at Junpei from atop the staircase. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doin’, Asshat? Going and forgetting to bring money for groceries like a fucking idiot!”

 “Keep it down, Sui, I don’t need the extra noise while I’m on the phone.” Misaki complained, going back to the living room. Suibuki clicked his tongue as his lanky frame moved down the stairs and stood threateningly over Junpei.

 “I- uh-“ Junpei kept his eyes to the floor. “I…I’m sorry-“

 “Grovel.” Suibuki said. “Maybe I’ll give you a warning if you do.”

 Junpei paused before getting on his hands and knees, finding himself shaking slightly. “I…I’m sorry I was so stupid that I forgot to take something as basic as money for buying groceries. Please forgive for it…sir…”

 “….pfft…” Suibuki struggled to contain his laugh. “God, you’re so fucking pathetic!” He grinned sadistically. “Hurry up and go get the groceries.”

 Junpei slowly stood up and moved for the stairs. He got lucky that time. It was rare for him to actually accept an apology. He must be in a good mood.

 Junpei went into his room and quickly scooped the money into his hand. Was this enough to cover what he planned to get…? He might need to skip out of getting the new magazine issue. Whatever, if it kept Suibuki at bay then it’ll be fine.

 His eyes ended up on a black laptop sitting on his desk. His mother had sent him it as a birthday gift back in April. His parents were always on business trips. It was usually just Junpei, Misaki, and Suibuki in the house. It was nice his parents would send gifts but…it feels slightly hollow when they’re never around.

 Shaking the thought away, Junpei headed back downstairs and put his shoes back on. He could hear the TV from the living room, one of those dumb game shows Suibuki always watched. “…this is my life.” Junpei sighed to himself before heading out the door.

 --

 The three siblings sat around the table for dinner, Suibuki had a dark expression and was grumbling under his breath. Neither were ever good signs. “Bad day?” Misaki said, earning a glare from her brother. “I’ll take it as a yes.”

 “Why the fuck wouldn’t they hire me, huh?! Don’t they know who I am?! I’m the Ultimate Actor and they went with a newbie actor?! Like, what the fuck?!” He slammed his fist on the table.

 “Maybe their budget for the movie couldn’t afford you therefore they had no choice?” Misaki suggested.

 “Or they didn’t think you were right for the part-“ The bowl flew across the table and smashed against the wall behind Junpei. Junpei fell out of his seat whilst Suibuki stood up from his. The latter stood over the younger brother and grabbed the collar of his shirt, hauling him off the floor. “I d-didn’t mean anything b-by it!”

“A bit fuckin’ late for that!” Suibuki’s fist reeled back before Misaki quickly caught him by the wrist. “Eh…?” He looked over at his sister who had a disinterested expression despite the obviously serious situation in front of her.

 “Mother and father will be home tomorrow. A bruise wouldn’t heal quickly enough.” She spoke coldly and Suibuki gritted his teeth, dropping Junpei. “It’s possible that they wished to test new talent. You don’t need to prove your skills since you claimed the Ultimate title.”

 “…yeah. Probably.” Suibuki scratched the back of his neck, glaring at Junpei who was keeping his head down as he started to clean up the mess Suibuki had made. “Tch! I’m going to my room. Don’t come in, I’m gonna jack-off or somethin’.” He left the room.

 “Noted.” Misaki said with distaste glancing down at her younger brother. “…leave the glass. I’ll gather that myself. If you got a cut, then Suibuki would get angry.” Misaki had never been the victim of her brother but having to watch it all the time had made her numb to it all. Junpei knew his sister cared but she couldn’t show it directly otherwise she might end up on Suibuki’s bad side, but she was always the one to calm him down in the end.

 “…right. Thank you, Misaki.” Junpei nodded, cradling his hand against his chest and stepping away from the mess.

 --

 ~4 Months later~

 Orochi and Junpei had been friends for around a month by this point and had been walking home together for just under 3 weeks. Junpei felt a lot better being around Orochi. Having a friend for once made things seem a little more hopeful. “Thanks again, by the way. For the other day.” Orochi had asked Junpei to help him with a computer virus he had accidentally downloaded. “I never knew you were so good with computers.”

 “I never had friends before last month, so I had a lot of time to have a hobby. I chose computers. I’m an introvert anyway, so it should be something I can work on in my room…do you have a hobby?”

 “Ah…I suppose I like to read about Psychology. Coding too. Like you, I didn’t have any friends before you. My parents have a lot of books lying around about stuff like that, so I got kind of hooked. Weird, right?”

 “Not really. I think it’s kind of cool.” Junpei smiled.

 “…y’know. You spend so much time on the internet. Have you ever thought about running a blog for your own? I mean, I know you do one for the Newspaper club, but you don’t even get credit for that. Kinda shitty of them to not acknowledge you.”

 “Used to it.” Junpei laughed a little, he had considered the idea, but…”I wouldn’t even know what to write about.”

 “You hear about so much stuff at school, right? Make a gossip blog. Make up a fake name and they’ll never find out it’s you. Frankly, I think you’d do well.” There was a momentary silence. “Ah, this is your house, right?” Junpei nodded and stopped.

 “…I’ll see you tomorrow.” Junpei smiled and waved Orochi off. A gossip blog. Hmm…

 --

 ~2 Months Later~

 “Yo-chan, you’ve really blown up.” Orochi ripped a screenshot of Junpei’s blog off the wall. “This article about Ashido-kun and Igarashi-chan was pretty surprising. How did you even hear about it?”

 “I was in the bathroom and heard Ashido-kun bragging about it to one of his friends. I think he got what he wanted. He was so prepared to talk about Igarashi-san like she’s some item, then he can tell it to the whole school.” Junpei smirked. He was like the secret police or something, exposing people for who they really are. Even if people didn’t know who he was, he was still appreciated by the school for once. That was enough.

 “Alright, ready to head home?” Orochi held out his hand. Junpei nodded, taking Orochi’s hand as they left the school. Nobody even said anything, they were so caught up in the drama being exposed that Orochi had been left alone by the bullies from his class.

 When they had reached Junpei’s street, they could spot Suibuki waiting outside the house, leaning ominously against the wall. “Uh-oh…” Junpei sighed. “I’m in trouble, probably. Either that, or he’s just finished smoking or something.”

“You want me to stay? I can be a witness.” Orochi put a hand on Junpei’s shoulder. Suibuki’s expression seemed to darken when he did this. “…I’m definitely staying.” Orochi said.

 “Ka-chan, you don’t need to-“ But Orochi was already walking with Junpei up the street.

 Suibuki moved too, ready to intercept the pair. “Oi…! Junpei.” He growled. “A letter for you came today.” Junpei tilted his head. “…you think you’re fucking smart, don’t you? Hope’s Peak sending a letter for the Ultimate Blogger? The fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

 “H…Hope’s Peak? Ultimate Blogger?” Junpei repeated, looking up at Orochi who was smiling widely, then back to Suibuki. “Is it real?”

 “Course it’s fuckin’ real!” He spat. “You think you’re so clever, don’t’cha?! Acting like a talentless little shit all because you’ve been trying to show me up in secret. I’m right, ain’t I?!” He stepped forward. It was then that Junpei caught the scent of alcohol from him.

 “Suibuki. You’re drunk, you don’t want anybody seeing you like this.” Junpei tried to reason.

 “Shut the fuck up!” Suibuki yelled, hauling Junpei off the group by his shirt collar. “I’m the fuckin’ talented one in this family! You’re garbage, understand?! No! You’re less than garbage! You’re the fucking garbage that gets left in the dumpster and rots forever!”

 “Hey, let him go!” Orochi tried to pry Suibuki off Junpei.

 Suibuki’s eyes seemed to twitch. “I don’t want some random faggot touching me!” Junpei saw him reach into his pocket and saw something small and silver shine in the sunlight.

 “No!” Junpei kicked him in the gut as Suibuki swiped at Orochi, it had knocked off his aim but Orochi suddenly screamed in pain. Suibuki dropped the pocket knife, Junpei looked down to see Orochi clutching his eye, blood was seeping through his fingers.

 “Wh…” It had suddenly dawned on Suibuki what had happened. “Sh-shit!” He dropped Junpei and went pale. “A…ambulance…”

 --

 Junpei sat with Orochi’s mother in the hospital’s waiting room. He had to tell the police that some gang member had jumped he and Orochi. Suibuki forced him to lie to the police of all people, for what? Because Junpei was finally recognised for something? Because he felt threatened? That suddenly meant that his only friend needed to lose an eye?

 “Oro-chan always talks about you…” Orochi’s mother spoke, “I feel terrible that this is how we met. I’m always busy and Oro-chan’s father isn’t around, so I’m glad he’s got a friend like you to be there for him when I haven’t been able to.”

 “…Ka-chan’s important to me. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect him.”

 “No, it isn’t your fault. Oro-chan used to be so lonely and I couldn’t do anything to help it. These past few months have been such a change that I actually teared up from happiness a few times during work.” She takes Junpei’s hands in her own. Her hands feel shaky. Weak. Orochi mentioned she worked two jobs to pay the bills and it was clear how it had taken a toll on her. Her eyes were the same colour as Orochi’s but they weren’t as bright, like the light had been sucked out her life.

 “Miss Kamisaka.” The doctor came out of the room. “He’ll recover, but he had to stitch his eye closed.”

 “C-closed…? Couldn’t you give him a glass eye or something?!” Junpei said.

 “He didn’t want it. He said he’d rather seal it up.” She replied. “He needs to rest up, but you’re welcome to come back tomorrow. Will that be okay?”

 “Y…yes, I suppose.” Orochi’s mother nodded slowly. She produced a small stuffed bear. “Could you give this to him…? It was his favourite when he was a child. I…I don’t even know if he still likes it-“

 “He does.” Junpei promised. Orochi’s mother pursed her lips and nodded, looking ready to burst into tears. “Please give it to him.” Junpei bowed as he requested it. The doctor smiled and took the small bear.

 --

 That night, Junpei stared at the laptop with the blog on screen. “This was you…your fault.” He wasn’t sure if he was talking about the blog or himself. Orochi had just lost an eye. That was a permanent thing that couldn’t be undone. And it was because of his stupid blog. He hurt his own friend. It was his fault. Suibuki never would have done that if he never made the blog. It was his fault. His Fault. His Fault-

 There was a notification. An E-mail.

 …

 Junpei clicked on the E-mail. “I heard of your talents and figured you could be really useful for the future of the world. Care to help me? Reply soon, kiddo…Enoshima.”

[godemperor307]

I’m just a Luthor with a Super

Supergirl.

She was Earth's greatest champion. She had risked her life many times over for Lena, and indeed their whole world, despite not being from it. In quiet moments, Lena enjoyed silently admiring the hero from afar, but she knew it was far deeper than that. Supergirl's muscles, powerful figure, red S on her chest. It all made Lena blush and she considered it a miracle no one had caught on to her barely-concealed crush, especially during the day she unveiled the statue in Supergirl's honor.

Of course Lena was not stupid. Why would such a kind and wonderful hero date a Luthor? I'm just a Luthor. Supergirl was with that Mon-el boy, last I heard but that seems to have ended. No...I dare not hope to dream. I dare not think about her pretty blonde hair, soft face, kissable lips-STOP. What is wrong with me? I am a Luthor, not a One Direction fan.  Yet Supergirl did have that effect and Lena wondered silently just how many girls she had managed to swoon. Oh who am I kidding? She's Supergirl. Every baby-gay is into her. Every baby-bi too.

Lena knew she would eventually have to break things off with James. He was nice, and treated her right but he clearly refused to take the hint. All she ever talked about with him was Supergirl (and Superman. He is the Jimmy Olsen after all. He knows a lot about the Kryptonians). He simply could not compete with her true crush, and it was unfair of him to even begin to try, or for her to continue stringing him along (to be fair it is extremely difficult to compete with Supergirl). Kara Danvers, her bestest friend in the whole wide world always seemed flustered as well whenever Supergirl became a topic. I wonder why that is? Questions for later.

Lena had three friends in the city, Kara Sam and Supergirl. It still warmed her heart to this day when Kara promised to protect her. But how can you protect me better than Supergirl protects all of us, Kara? I love you but you don't even begin to compare. I should call her. Get me in contact with Supergirl, even if I can just befriend her a little.

She grabbed her phone and began dialing the number.

"Oh my gosh, Lena. I'm so sorry, I forgot our lunch-date!"

Lena giggled at her best friend, "It's more than ok, Kar. But I was just thinking....it doesn't really matter, it's a silly idea-"

"No, tell me! Maybe I can help." Aw, Kara. Always wanting to help. She reminds me of Supergirl so much.

"Well...I was wondering...ifyoucouldcallsupergirlformesoicankissher-" Wow. Smooth.

"W-what?"

Lena blushed and stammered "Uh.....uh-um...I was wondering...if you could call Supergirl...-you know her, right?-and get me in contact with her because...I have things to talk about with her...Sciency things."

"Ohhh..." Kara laughed. "Of course! What are besties for? Supergirl is great. She's a badass." I know, Kar. I know. "Maybe you guys will, ya know, hit it off. I mean you guys are friends already, you know what I mean. Doesn't hurt to be more friendly, I mean- that came out wrong-"

Lena laughed softly at her friend's awkward rambling. "I know what you meant. Tell her to meet me at my office."

"Ok Lena! So good to hear from you!"

"You too, Kara."

Only a few moments later, Lena heard a whooshing sound, as the caped heroine swooped in and landed. Lena started to stare at the blonde's cheeks, and bright eyes. God....I am so freaking Bi right now.... I mean I'm always bi...shut up brain.

"Miss Luthor....you wished to see me?" Are you really blushing like a schoolgirl right now? Idiot.

"Y-yes....Erm...It has occurred me that you and I have saved the city at least twice together, yet I barely know anything about you. What's your name? Why did you only reveal yourself 3 years ago? What are your hobbies? Your name can't literally just be Supergirl."

"...You're absolutely right, Miss Luthor. I have been quite disrespectful to you." God, even her voice is like a goddess's....What the hell are you doing Lena? You don't need to know any of this. She's perfect how she is.

"I am from a planet called Krypton. I was actually originally sent to Earth to protect Superman, my cousin. But....my ship was trapped in another dimension and could not arrive here until my cousin was already grown up and saving others. I wished to be just a normal girl....but I decided I could not keep living a lie and denying who I really am." Lena sighed in awe, never considering how hard it must have been to lose one's entire planet  only to end up having to fit in to survive on another.

"I am sorry, Supergirl. I hope you are now at peace with yourself. Of course everyone knows the dumpster fire that is my life."

"Yes Kara Danvers told me much about you." Supergirl said, as she smiled warmly.

"She did?" She did?

"Of course, Miss Luthor. That's how I keep saving you just in time, after all."  

"Well you protect everyone, right? I can't be that important!"

"Don't underestimate yourself, Miss Luthor. You helped me save the whole world twice. You were voted the smartest woman on the planet three times."

"You were voted the most beautiful." Lena muttered, pouting cutely. "And you definitely deserved that." Lena whispered, blushing.

Supergirl laughed. "Please allow a hero some humility." Shit. Super-hearing. I forgot.

"Super-hearing! That reminds me, what powers do you have that you haven't used on TV yet?"

"Well, Kryptonians are essentially immortal. I won't age, at least not for a very long time."

"That is sad...."

"It's ok, Miss Luthor. According to Imra, your accomplishments last through the centuries. In a way, that is true immortality."

"I suppose you're right." Lena smiled at her friend, feeling a lot better. Supergirl was truly the giver of hope. She would never lie, never let her down, never make her feel unworthy. Never get drunk and hit her, or say she was too busy hanging out with Kara. Supergirl was super-amazing.

Lena could not wait any longer. She started moving closer and closer, wanting to feel the alien woman's warmth and grip. Her powerful warrior body.

"I am truly sorry about Mon-El. I know how much he meant to you."

"Do you? Ah, Kara told you....Yes I had to send him away but it was to save his life. Then he returned, with a wife. I realize now that...perhaps i over-idealized our relationship in a way. Perhaps the fairer sex is an option too."

"You're-?"

"I don't know, Miss Luthor. That's...not a problem on this planet, right?"

"O-of course not!" If only you knew....

"Someone has said things to me that made me....rethink all my interactions with other women. Even Mon El's new wife. I called her a goddess." You're a goddess!

"I'm bisexual. Always knew it. Only told Lex, Sam and Kara before now. It is a tremendous weight off my shoulders to tell you."

"I'm sure you will find someone amazing, Miss Luthor. You are a badass." I did. Supergirl grinned. Stop it, you cutie. I am gonna have a heart attack.

"Do you ever...get scared? Scared you won't make it home? This job...it can be a lonely one."

"Reign beat that fear into me, I think. She is the most powerful enemy I have ever faced. And yet, I'm still scared every single day, Miss."

""W-why? You're literally the Girl of Steel."

"Doesn't mean I'm invulnerable. There are beings out there, not just Reign who could tear our Earth in half without even trying. My war....our war...is to protect it for as long as we possibly can."

"Even so.....It doesn't have to be so lonely. I can help...let me help you, Supergirl." She began wrapping her arms around the blonde, squeezing her tight. Supergirl gladly accepted the hug.

"By the way..."

"Hm?" Supergirl hummed. The vibration made Lena slightly shiver in pleasure.

"You should call me Lena."

"Very well, Lena." Lena's mouth broadened in an almost painful grin, hearing her name from Supergirl's sexy lips. I love you so much.

As they began parting, Supergirl started to lean back in, then thought better of it. Lena curiously wondered why. Did she-No. There's no way....And yet I cannot look away. Her beautiful pink lips are just so kissable. Her rosy cheeks beg to be pinched. Her sexy chest was just pressing into her own.

Lena was red like a tomato by now...yet she could not stop herself, despite James, despite what Kara might think, despite her own self-esteem and self-hate. Her crush, the greatest hero Earth had ever seen, the Girl of Steel, the completely sexy, beautiful, blonde bombshell. She had to kiss those lips, and this seemed like the best chance she would ever have, in the woman's strong arms, staring into her bright blue eyes- It was finally happening. She felt the Kryptonian's lips on her own. To her ever-astounding surprise, Supergirl did not pull away and instead returned the soft, gentle kissing. She had been in love with the blonde alien going on three years, and she was finally tasting her lips. A sharp electrical feeling jolted through her entire body. She had never been kissed like this, not even by Jack. This was unlike any kiss she had ever had. She never wanted it to end, yet knew she had to breath eventually. Pulling away for air was the hardest decision of her life.

"Lena..." She was staring at her with utter shock. 

Oh no....I will never forgive myself if she hates me for this. I screwed up! Damn it!  Of course a Luthor and a Super would never work out!

"Lena, what was that for?" She asked softly.

"I....Christ, Supergirl....I just love you so damn much! Ever since you first showed up! I know I'm with James, I know there's probably no chance for us, but I can't help it!" She collapsed into her chair, sobbing. Supergirl rushed to her side.

"Hey, Lena. no, no, no. Don't cry. I was just surprised. I'm not angry with you. Actually, thank you for the kiss. It was...nice." Nice? I really screwed up! She doesn't like me like that! Lena cried harder, as Supergirl again cradled her in those powerful alien arms.

"My sister is gay and I was shocked at first too. I'm truly sorry you felt you could not tell me about this sooner. I am truly a bad friend."  Supergirl's sister? She has a sister? Wait...

Lena sniffled, "It's not y-your fault. I'm the one who's gone and...f-fallen for a Super, despite being a Luthor."

"Is that what this is about? You're so silly, Lena! I promised you already, that I would always protect you."  What? Wait.....WHAT?

Before Lena could respond to such a reveal, the blonde's lips pressed upon her own.

"I'm so sorry, Lena that I could not tell you sooner. I love you. I always will love you, my Lena."

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LOST rewatch (season 2):

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episode 1 – Man of Science, Man of Faith:

It’s Desmond tiiiiiime!!!! Maaaaake your own kind of muuuusiiiiiic!!!

>:

OH MY GOD Jack’s flashback hair is horrible.

Desmond’s accent alone is worth watching the show but honestly, his whole character is a total game changer. He’s the personified sci-fi element and I McFriggin love it!

 episode 2 – Adrift:

Big feels for Sawyer here

Does this count as the first on-island flashback when we see John climbing down the hatch? Because we already saw what happened after that in the previous episode… I guess it’s only a mini flashback but still… it is…

Awwww it’s the Dharma sharky

With every Michael flashback I hate his ex even more.

How did everything that’s happened so far only happen in 44 days?!?! It feels like they gone through enough drama for a whole year.

“box man”

episode 3 – Orientation:

Katey Sagal <3

Kate discovering the real important shit – first the chocolate, now the guns

“You needed a father figure and I needed a kidney.” Fuck you Anthony Cooper.

“Why do you find it so hard to believe?” – “Why do you find it so easy?” – “IT’S NEVER BEEN EASY!!!” --- you tell him, John!!!

episode 4 – Everybody Hates Hugo:

I missed Rose!

….Hurley’s boss at the fast food restaurant… ain’t that the same guy who bullied John at the box company? Did I ever notice that before?

episode 5 – …And Found:

Jin’s hair growing longer is all I ever needed for my inner peace.

That Sun + John scene in her garden :’)

I forgot how good the score of that show is. Suck me right up with the feels!

episode 6 – Abandoned:

Oh nooo… that the episode where Shannon dies? Please don’t!!!

I can never understand what it is Ghost Walt is saying to Shannon

John holding the baby *external screaming*

I’ll forever be bitter that they killed Shannon off – all the missed potential for character development

episode 7 – The Other 48 Days:

It’s Nathan Ingram looking like Indiana Jones.

Is it ever explained what the Arrow Station was for?

It’s so annoying that the place Ana killed Goodwin isn’t the same place where Jin finds his corpse in the jungle.

episode 8 – Collision:

Kate winning against Jack at golf is what I’m here for.

I wish Ana Lucia and Sayid had gotten more scenes together after that

“What good would it be to kill you if we’re both already dead?”

That reunion scene of Rose & Bernard and Sun & Jin is soooooo kitschy, I love it

episode 9 – What Kate Did:

Petition for Daniel Daw Kim to be topless more often

I… didn’t remember Sawyer fever-mumbles to Jack that he loves Kate

Ah yes, it’s the black horsey episode

Shannon’s funeral :’( whyyyyyy?????

“Boy, when you say beginning you mean… beginning.”

I’m trying to figure out who cut out part of the Orientation video… was it Kelvin?

Kate’s dad, who’s a very high ranking soldier: “I don’t have murder in my heart.” Me: …..sure, Jan.

“Don’t mistake coincidence for fate.” Mr. Eko and John could have had sooo many intriguing conversations; it’s a pity they had to write him out.

episode 10 – The 23rd Psalm:

I don’t like the whole drug plot but that’s probably because that means more plot for Charlie… like… don’t get me wrong: I like the backstory, but not the new found drama with Charlie

Smokey in his whole glory. That scene is so breath taking, I love it.

episode 11 – The Hunting Party:

��I had forgotten the whole “Michael locks John and Jack up in the armory”-bit

And Jack and Locke actually taking a button-shift together? That’s programmed trouble.

Fuck you Jack! Take Kate with you! You’ve known her for…. What? Over 50 days? You know she won’t stay behind. You’re really no good judge of character, are you?

funny how John is so curious about Sawyer’s name… kinds foreshadowing to the whole Anthony Cooper connection as if John already felt it somehow

Geronimo Jackson

episode 12 – Fire + Water:

 I find it interesting that they chose a + symbol for the title instead of “and” or an ampersand.

Charlie’s parents’ accents are… bad.

“Now Locke’s your friend, eh?” oh shut the fuck up Charlie!!!

Hurley as Jesus on Charlie’s dream is foreshadowing

The difference between Charlie and John is that John is protective over Claire and Aaron whereas Charlie is possessive.

 “[Kate’s] hot, [Jack’s] hot” – Ana Lucia, confirmed bisexual.

YAAAAS!!! Hit the bastard, John! You show him!!!!

episode 13 – The Long Con:

 “You wanna break seven virgin Marys? Be my guest! But I’m superstitious.”

Yunjin Kim is the only person on earth that can make the colour orange look good to me

Seriously… I didn’t remember why exactly I dislike Charlie so much but season 2 reminds me episode by episode.

episode 14 – One Of Them:

 IT’S HAPPENING! EVERYBODY STAY CALM!!!!

I’m so here for every scene between Sayid and Danielle

Amazing “arm waving through a tent” acting @Michael Emerson!!!

“My name is Henry Gale, I’m from Minnesota.” LIIIIIIAAAAAARRRR!!!

I think the first time I watched it I was so excited about Michael Emerson that I didn’t notice the guy who’s talking to Sayid in the next scene is Kelvin.

The first time John sees his future island husband… awwwww :’)

Funny how at first John doesn’t believe Ben’s act but later he’s like “tell me all the lies, I’ll believe you anything, my dear!”

“Why would you travel [in a hot air balloon]?” – “Because I was rich.” Has any line in the entire show ever been that real?

I have trouble believing that Jack is physically stronger than John.

The first time we see the hieroglyphs on the timer.

episode 15 – Maternity Leave:

Alex!!! My pretty little child!!!

Oh my sassy dear rat boy

And creepy Ethan is back.

Mr. Eko: *cuts his beard off* – Not Henry Gale: Okay, wtf?

“Are you the genius or are you the guy who’s feeling like he’s always living in the shadow of the genius?” Ben you little asshole!

episode 16 – The Whole Truth:

Daniel Dae Kim shirtless again – thanks for answering my prayers

Terry O’Quinn gets sexier the scruffier he is

Does Sun realise she’s pregnant this early?!?!?!

Okay John just totally took a glance at Jack’s dick after he was getting out of the shower.

“Jack and Locke are a little too busy worrying about Locke and Jack.”

Oh riiiight, Kate doesn’t know about Not Henry Gale

The fact that Ana Lucia and Sayid get along okayish fills my heart with so much joy but then I remember she’s gonna be dead in like… 2 episodes and I hate that.

“Men reject their prophets and slay them but they love their martyrs and honour those whom they have slain. So what’s the difference between a martyr and a prophet?”

episode 17 – Lockdown:

The first time Ben yells “Jaaawwwn!”

There’s also more and more Emerchesthair going on and I’m here for it!!!

“How about you put your mangos where your mouth is?”

Anthony Cooper you fucking asshole.

John just found the most inappropriate time to propose to someone

“You came back!” – “Did you think I was gonna leave you here?!”

episode 18 – Dave:

I wish Hurley’s story wasn’t focussing on his weight to much

John putting in a good word for Not Henry Gale is my vibe!

Never mind… bondage Ben is MY VIBE!!!

“God doesn’t know how long we’ve been here, John. He can’t see this island any better than the rest of the world can.” --- that’s one of the most underrated lines in the entire show I think.

episode 19 – S.O.S.:

Moooore chesthair action!!!

I love that Rose and Bernard just fairly recently met and haven’t been together for like 30 years already.

episode 20 – Two For The Road:

Ugh is that the Ana Lucia/Christian Shephard episode?? I’m always in for more daddy Shephard.

Strangulation really is Ben’s go to kill method, isn’t it?

“I was coming for you.” – you sure were, my guy. You sure were.

episode 21 - ? :

“the artist formerly known as Henry Gale”

Terry O’Quinn’s arms give me life

It’s the Pearl station

Oh riiiight there’s been cameras in the Swan station, totally forgot that

“every single second of my pathetic little life is as useless as that button” poor John

Sawyer comforting Kate… I’m here for it!

episode 22 – Three Minutes:

Oh Alex, my sweet angel

“we got caught in a net” – “why are you telling me this, Sawyer?” – “because you’re about the closet thing I got a friend on this island, Doctor.” I wish they had spent more time focussing on that broship rather than the love triangle

DESMOND’S BACK!!!!

episodes 23 and 24 – Live Together, Die Alone:

“we’re stuck in a bloody snow globe”

Charles fucking Widmore, my OTV – One True Villain

Aaah it’s the weird Hurley bird

John crying in the jungle breaks my heart (and fuck you Charlie for making fun of him)

“with enough money and determination you can find anyone”

Desmond realising John saved his life by hammering on that hatch door is one of the best moments in the whole show.

Not Henry Gale is back, my bebe, right there with the dramatic appearance on a boat

Desmond really big on competing against Sayid in the “who’s got the best island hair”-competition (Sayid still winning tho)

“I’m sorry for whatever happened that made you stop believing but it’s all real.”

“We’re the good guys, Michael!”