#oh christ we’re about to hit season three he’s gonna get so much worse

[andhumanslovedstories]

Also. David Boreanaz might be capable of acting but he hasn’t demonstrated it yet on this rewatch. (I am hedging this statement only because I vaguely remember him being much better on his own show once he’s allowed to do things like have a personality that isn’t entirely about being sad and obsessing about a 16 year old. But hey, that could be pure nostalgia talking.) He’s better as Angelus than he is as Angel, in the way that a bicycle is generally better transportation than a unicycle, but you still shouldn’t take it out on the highway. It reminds me of The Hunger Games movies where you have this amazing cast of adult actors and also Liam Hemsworth is there. Yknow? Like sometimes Angel is in a big emotional scene with Buffy and Giles, and those two are giving it their fucking all, and then it cuts to David Boreanaz looking like he’s his own stand-in just reading the script so the real actors have something to react to. It’s brutal. This fact alone should have settled the Bangel v. Spuffy debates.

[thiswasinevitableid]

winter prompt fill 5, indruck, nsfw?

5: your car slid into a snowbank and i’m the mechanic that comes to tow you

Two hours.

Two fucking hours, that’s how far this guy is from town. But because he’s three hours from the one to the west, it’s Duck’s company that got the call from AAA for a tow. On night three of what's forecasted as a week-long snowstorm.  And because it’s that kind of job, the call came in at 4:45 pm. At least he’ll get overtime for this. 

Being out of Kepler means the radio has real stations, half of them playing blocks of pop hits and the other half blaring Christmas carols. Duck doesn’t mind either, settles on listening to crooning about sleigh bells and winter wonderlands as he tries to keep the truck from sliding into snow piles. 

He’s all prepared to be aggravated at whoever was clueless enough to get themselves stranded and stick him with the four hour round-trip, but the closer he gets to his destination the more he sympathizes. Because this is a rural two-lane highway and not a major through-road, the maintenance is spotty at best. Couple that with the still-falling snow and he’s just glad the guy was in the kind of accident where he could still make a call after it.

The last half-hour he’s down to thirty miles an hour, lets out a groan of relief when the dead  taillights of a car reflect back at him. Once he positions the truck and hops out, he rolls his eyes; the sedan doesn’t have snow tires or chains on, something even a person with a Nevada license plate should have known to carry north.

Duck wonders if being unprepared is a habit when the driver steps out in far too light a coat for the weather, shuddering and stuttering out an “Th-thank g-goodness.”

“Guessin you’re Mr. Wilde?” 

Pale hair falls over red glasses as the man nods. With his hood up, he looks owlish, guarded. He’s all limbs and edges, and Duck can’t help but think of a stray cat that needs a warm bed and some food. 

“Go ahead and get up into the passenger seat. Heat ain’t runnin, but it’s sure as heck warmer than out here. I’ll get her hitched up and we can get going.”

Another nod, the man hunching forward as he scurries into the truck. This is the easy part, getting the damaged car hooked to the truck and freeing it from the snow. The hard part comes when they turn towards town, two hours of darkness and icy roads ahead of them. 

“I’m so sorry you had to come all this way. I, ah, did not intend to crash, nor to do so this far from help.”

“Hey, it’s what we’re here for. Gonna be slow goin on the way back, since it’ll be real fuckin embarassin to call a tow truck for a tow truck.”

A snicker, “I picture them as growing exponentially larger, like nesting dolls. A tow truck towing a tow truck towing a tow truck towing a car would be the size of a semi.”

Duck chuckles, “Yeah, it’d be a sight. And a fuckin nightmare for anyone who got behind it.”

The cab is warming nicely, so his passenger pulls back his hood. In the darkness he can tell the pale hair is metallic silver, and there’s a hell of a bruise blooming on his forehead. Duck’s never seen anyone quite like him, and if their survival didn’t depend on his concentration, he’d spend the next hour studying him.

“Damn, got banged up in the crash huh.”

“Yes.” The man gingerly touches the bruise, sighs, “It’s my own fault for being careless.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, nearly spun out on the way to get you from the damn black ice.”

“I wish I could say that was the sole cause, but I was also asleep.”

Duck bites back the urge to scold him; he wants him to be comfortable around him and besides, even if Duck is having a crappy night, this guy is having an even worse one.

“Wouldn’t be the first person who thought they could make it one more town before stoppin for the night and was wrong.”

“True. It’s just that, ah, I’ve been driving three days straight without sleep.”

“Jesus Christ, you on the lamb or somethin?”

In his periphery, he swears the taller man flinches. 

“No. Just having bad luck with a chaser of poor choices.”

“Gotcha.” Duck drums on the wheel, “so, uh, Mr. Wilde, what do you do when you ain’t stuck in the snow?”

“I draw. And Indrid is fine…” he peers awkwardly at Duck’s name tag, “Duck.”

“It’s a nickname.”

“Ah. Are you a mechanic as well as a driver?”

“Yep. Do it part-time when I’m not workin at the national forest. Friend of mine, Ned, runs the garage attached to the Cryptonomica.”

“I recall seeing that when I drove through. Quite the Jacks of all trades, you two,”

“Most of Kepler’s got more’n one job. It’s the kind of place that’s always losin fundin or people, just barely stayin afloat.”

“One sympathizes. Do you like your jobs?”

“Trained in forestry, so it’s always what I’ve wanted to do. The mechanic stuff,” Duck shrugs, “nice workin with my hands and beein able to help folks out. And I ain’t half bad at it.”

“I certainly appreciate your efforts. I--wait, hold on, I’m sorry but I need to…” he turns up the radio, playing what Duck assumed was Santa Baby from the melody.

“He is saying ‘buddy.’ What in the world? Why would you change it?”

“Can’t have the fella in the red velvet suit thinkin you’re gay.” Duck jokes. 

“Heaven forbid.” Indrid smiles, and Duck likes the expression so much he decides to see if he can get him to do it again.

“You wanna hear a slightly inappropriate joke?”

“Absolutely.”

“How come Santa don’t have any kids?”

“How come?”

“Because he only comes once a year and it’s down a chimney.”

There’s a beat and then Indrid guffaws, covering his face with his hands as his whole body shakes with amusement, “that was horrible, do you have any more?”

Thank god he’s got a wealth of bad jokes tucked in his brain. When he exhausts those he and Indrid trade brainteasers, stopping now and then to talk about their lives. The taller man asks Duck about his jobs, about the woods, and the town, and offers a few anecdotes in exchange. Duck senses they’re about they’re set in a time in his life that’s further away than Indrid would like. 

Indrid also readily shares the snacks from his small backpack. Duck eats what he can while still safely piloting the car. Then nearly takes them across the yellow line when Indrid unwraps a Starburst with his tongue, and prays the man will stay in Kepler long enough for Duck to take him to dinner.

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Given he was expecting a painfully awkward trip at best, Duck’s friendliness is a welcome surprise. Now that they’ve been stuck in the car together for close to two hours, Indrid is confident saying this is most fun he’s had talking to someone in a long time, even before things went all to hell. 

It helps that Duck is the picture you’d get if you googled “Indrid Cold’s type”; sturdy, handsome in an unassuming way, undoubtedly pleasant to cuddle, with muscles that Indrid is positive could hold him up against a wall for at least a few minutes. In another life, one that’s so far away he fears he imagined it, he’d wait until they were done with the business portion of this evening, then slip Duck a card with his name in silver letters and his hotel room number on the back. The man is so genuine in his kindness too, Indrid feeling safer in the dark with him than he’s felt in years.

Which makes him feel even worse about what he’s going to do.

“Not too far now.” Duck turns the windshield wipers up a notch, “thank fuck for that.”

Indrid curls forward, holding his stomach, “I, ah, I really hate to say this, but I’m afraid my gas station lunch is coming back up.”

“Shit, okay, lemme pull over.” Duck guides the truck onto the side of the road, “do what you gotta do.”

His hands are on his lap, keys still dangling from the ignition. Indrid lunges over, grabbing them and trying to shove Duck into the door in one go. The mechanic is too fast, yanking the keys to his chest.

“What the fuck man!?”

“I’m so sorry about this!”

“Then fuckin stop!” Duck kicks, misses, and Indrid knees him in the stomach as gently as he can.

“I can’t, I need the truck.”

“Are you fuckin car-jackin me right now?”

“It’s not personal.” He gets the keys away, only for the world to flip ninety degrees as Duck tackles him backwards.

“It sure feels like it is!”

Indrid hoped that his survival instincts would kick in hard enough to make up for the exhaustion and that coupled with the element of surprise would bring him success. Instead, his limbs have no power behind them, and all he can do is curse when the driver flips him onto his stomach, trapping his hands behind his back and pinning him with his body weight. 

“Fuck.” It’s a pathetic noise for a pathetic man.

“Explain. Now.” Duck growls.

“I, I, you were right when asked if I was on the lamb.”

“....fuckin what?”

“It was a set up, and I finally, finally got free, and, and I will not go back, I can’t, but if I’m out a car I need a replacement and-”

“And you almost stole a truck that’s got a goddamn tracker in it.”

“Oh.” He presses his face to the seat in shame.

“Somethin tells me you ain’t a seasoned crook.”

“I’m not a criminal at all! I have no idea what I’m doing. I was just going to drive and drive until I hit the coast, I hadn’t even decided what to do after. I, I’m sorry, I waited until we got close to town so you wouldn’t be too far away to walk home safely. I, ah, I wasn’t prepared for having to do this to someone I like.”

Duck shifts above him, mutters, “what the fuck do I do now” to himself, and tightens his hold on Indrid’s wrists. 

Indrid whimpers, realizing with horror that his body responded to the mechanics of the fight but not it’s context.

Duck freezes at the noise, and when Indrid hazards a peek the mechanic is staring down in disbelief. 

“Are you fuckin hard from this?”

There’s no use in lying, he’s faced worse humiliation than this, “Some. Not on purpose. I, ah, I enjoy rough treatment.”

Duck’s face fills with bitter amusement, “And I like givin it. But not to fellas who nearly steal my truck. Fuckin figures the first guy to flirt with me is doin it for some other reason.”

“That’s not true, my plan involved no flirting.” Indrid huffs, “I was flirting because I think you’re handsome.”

More pressure on his back as Duck leans down to whisper in his ear, grinding against his ass, “Yeah? Were you hopin I’d fuck you in here? Or over the hood when we got back?”

“Maybe.” He manages a smirk.

“Hopin I’ll fuck you now?”

Indrid nods, but Duck doesn’t notice. The mechanic sits all the way back, releasing his hands, “too damn bad, because unlike you, I only take things with permission.”

“C-consider it granted.” 

The hand finds his back again, but instead of shoving or grabbing it strokes up and down, “Indrid, I’m serious. I ain’t doin anythin if the only reason you’re offerin is because you think I’ll hurt you if you don’t.”

“I’m not. I want this, Duck, I want to be with you.” He’s going back to jail one way or another after this, unwilling to consider the thought of hurting Duck to get the keys. He’d rather go back with one happy memory and a few minutes of fun freshly stored in his mind. 

There’s silence, Duck’s hand still as he thinks. Then it comes down hard on Indrid’s ass, “Okay sugar, happy to oblige you. Besides, seems to me you owe me an apology for that sorry excuse for a car theft.” 

Indrid moans loudly when Duck hauls onto his elbows and knees, though it’s the pet name that hits deeper than any of the much-welcome pain. The waistband of his dollar store sweatpants hits his thighs, there’s a pop of something plastic, and then a slick finger is teasing between his asscheeks. 

“Vaseline. Great for keepin your skin from cracking in the cold.”

The finger disappears and he whines, pushing his ass back and getting it slapped so hard he yelps. 

“Nice try. But this ain’t for you, it’s for me. Don’t got a condom and only got a tiny bit of this left and it ain’t enough to fuck you full on.”

“It’s alright, I like the pain, you could use spit or-”

“Nope” another slap, “that turns into the bad kinda pain real quick. Now open your fuckin legs.”

Indrid does so, gasps happily when Duck slides his lubed-up cock between his thighs. 

“Close ‘em and keep ‘em closed. Good, ohfuckyeah that’s good.” The thrusts are already fast, Ducks hands holding his hips in place, “fuck, tell you what sugar, you may be a shitty crook but you’re a damn good lay.”

“Yes.” Indrid moans, scrabbling for a hold on the upholstery.

“Shit, you do like it rough. Like it when I talk like that?” One hand comes down, petting Indrid’s head and brushing his hair away from where it’s stuck over his eyes. 

“So much, Duck, please, please, more, I want more AHgod!” Tears slip past his glasses as Duck hits the right side of his ass over and over again. He’s been treated like a criminal mastermind, made miserable because of it, so being nothing more than an eager piece of ass is a welcome change.

“Then I oughta tell you this is what you get for tryin to get one over on me. Think you can throw my ass out in the cold? Gonna turn yours so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

He’s so hard it isn’t even funny, and beneath the wonderful cycle of pain-relief-pain-relief his mind chants safesafesafesafe.

“Fuck, Indrid, I’m so fuckin lucky you tried that stunt on me, can’t wait to cum all over that cute little ass, ohyeah, fuck, fuckyeah.” He pulls out, cum spurting onto Indrid’s ass and legs and Indrid hears his own voice saying “thank you” as he does. 

As he’s contemplating what form of begging will earn him an orgasm, he’s flipped onto his back, one calloused hand pressing him down by the shoulder while the other jerks him off. He squeaks and squirms, one palm thwacking into the door as his right leg catches the steering wheel. 

“Sensitive, sugar?”

“Yes.”

“Shoulda thought of that before you bent over for me.”

“TechnicallyAH, you, you’re the one who bent me over.”

Duck jerks him extra hard in reply, grinning. The sight of him is just the right balance of menacing and protective that Indrid only needs two more bucks of his hips before he’s cumming. The mechanic works him through it, squeezing him roughly just to hear him whimper (Indrid’s certain of it).

He sits back and starts putting his clothes in order as Indrid lays there, panting from exertion and the weight of reality on his chest. 

“I don’t suppose you have something I can, ah, wipe off with before you take me to the station?” He asks softly.

“I’m not taking you to the police, Indrid.”

“What? Why?” He bolts up, his mind screaming that he shouldn’t ask too many questions lest it make Duck change his mind. 

“I’m not sure what kinda guy fucks someone and then hands them over to the cops, but I’m damn sure I don’t wanna be one.”

“You’d do that without even knowing the full truth?”

“Wouldn’t mind if you told me.” Duck starts the car, adds “seatbelt” as he pulls back onto the road. 

Indrid gets his pants up and buckles in, huddling in on himself, “As you probably guessed, my name isn’t Wilde. It’s Indrid Cold. Wilde was the man I stole that car from, who also had a very nice AAA plan it seems. I am, or was, an architect. Quite talented, if I do say so myself. And many other people said so, once upon a time. My firm got a contract with a certain large city to design and help build a bridge. I was head of design, and I was certain this would be the project that made my name. It did. Just not how I hoped.”

Duck slows down as they reach the edge of Kepler. 

“Have you ever heard of the Silverlake Bridge?”

“Ain’t that the one that collapsed a few years agooh, oh shit was that your bridge?”

“Yes. Halfway through the project, I became concerned that certain elements of the design would not be as stable as they needed to be and might collapse without warning. The higher ups said it would require a larger budget to do the new, far safer design, but gave me the go ahead to finish my proposal of the securer model. They accepted that design, and I thought that was the end of it. Turns out, they funneled the money needed for the better bridge into their own pockets, both my bosses and the representatives from the city. Unbeknownst to me, they built the weaker bridge. When it collapsed I” he takes a deep breath, the memories surfacing in a tidal wave, “I was shocked, and prepared to accept responsibility, as I could not understand how the design failed. It was only when the investigation revealed how it failed that I understood my warnings had been ignored and I was being set up as a fall guy. Not only for the collapse, but for the missing funds, my bosses swearing up one side and down the other that they’d given the money to me to manage. They’d had this planned for months, and so had built our communication in such a way that I had no proof the money hadn’t come to me. Thus I was blamed, tried, and convicted, and in the minds of many I am responsible for the death of 67 people.”

The engine shuts off and he looks up to see them in an auto garage. Duck is turned to him, face so sad and sympathetic that Indrid could almost believe..

“You think I’m telling the truth.”

“I know you are. Not sure how, but even though I ain’t much of a liar myself, I can usually tell when someone is bullshittin me.”

“I don’t want to go back to prison.” 

“You won’t.”

“Duck I, I can’t ask you to hide me, that could put you in danger of arrest.”

“There’s all of four cops in Kepler, and I’d bet my life no one here could pick you out of a line-up as a ‘disgraced architect Indrid Cold.’ And if we need a cover story, Ned’s got a knack for ‘em.”

“We?”

Duck cups his cheek and Indrid leans into it, “You and me. Indrid, I think fate is a load of bullshit, but I can’t shake the feelin me pickin you up tonight was meant to be. Lemme help you, please.”

Indrid sets his hand on Duck’s own, “Okay. Ah, where do I stay? I have fifty dollars left.”

“Could stay with me if you want. No strings attached.”

“Is that your way of letting me down gently?”

“My way of saying you don’t gotta fuck me to have a place to live. If you wanna fuck me just because, say the word and I’ll rail you into next week.”

“I’d like both those things so very much. Though right now all I want is to sleep.”

Duck leans forward, kissing him so chastely that the following lovebite is all the more thrilling.

“In that case, sugar, let’s get you home.”

[latinalesbi]

IMDb says that Hayden is going to be in all 13 episodes of the spinoff

IMDB also said Noah was in it. IMDB can be wrong about those things.

Anonymous said:                                                                      A show about two lesbian moms raising a family… how did we get here now? A wonderful show reduced to mediocrity in the form of yet another genetic twenty smthg spinoff. Congrats Bradley, Peter and Joanna, you’ve done a wonderful job spreading the message. Middle aged women need not apply.

And you better not complain because you should be grateful  for what you got. Then according to Joanna, you better get on your knees, receive every bit of crap spewing from the producers and swallow it. IF YOU DO, then maybe if you beg a lot and lick their asses, you can get a family special. Oh that mama spin off shit we fed you fools, that was just fodder to get you to watch the last season. This family special now? That’s just to keep you idiots hanging on.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Couldn’t they let the Fosters end before pummelling is with their beloved spinoff? It’s sickening the way they’ve acted over it all. And now those two girls are exec producers too- wow being a sellout pays very well 💵 💰             

No, they’re users. They can’t let that shit stand on its own. They will use every single fosters fan whose heart is broken to keep earning them money. Fuck them. Don’t watch the finale live. Don’t watch it on DVR. Download illegally or watch the highlight videos on my channel. I’ll be real busy that week, but that’s my goal, won’t be able to answer questions, etc, but I will have the videos.

Anonymous said:                                                                      They lied about the moms spinoff. Now it’s maybe, possibly, if you watch our new show, you may get Fosters specials. They are con artists at this point. Don’t believe a word they say!! Hope the spinoff bombs. Prediction: The first one will get solid ratings, people will be intrigued, then it will die a death as people realise a show revolving around those two girls is mind numbingly boring.             

Yeah they lied and I said that a long time ago. I don’t understand how anyone can believe them at this point. They conned fans into fighting for a renewal so that they could sell their spin off and earn money off our fanaticism. Then they used people lying about a mom spin off, and now this vague “family special.” Shove it up your ass. Honestly, I am not sitting through the absolute worst of the fosters: i.e.: self-important, insufferable Callie, in order to get a tiny bit of family. No thanks.

Anonymous said:                                                                      If I’m the moms or the three boys I wouldn’t even accept any special appearances on the spinoff clearly they seem to matter less than the two girls when in reality it shouldn’t be that way            

Why the hell would they accept a gig that wont’ pay very much but is making double money for people who used to get paid the same. It makes no sense. I wouldn’t do it. I’d suddenly find myself to be too busy. Those two kids being executive producers is the ultimate slap in the face. I don’t even know what to say about that. Completely undeserved.

Anonymous said:                                                                      You thought they’d leave Callie going for her brothers alone but now her future brother in law is probably in the spin-off too lol this show has become a joke of what it once was             

lol, brother, adopted brother, foster brother, brother in-law same difference to Callie.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Did you see Joanna's tweet about tuning into the spinoff so that we can be rewarded with Fosters specials or another writer saying that this own be the last you see of the moms and the kids. What a joke they're already trying to cover the fact that this show is gonna flop nobody watched because of Callie and Mariana if anything those two might be the most hated characters             

Dude, fuck them. I am sure mistofer was assuring us Hayden would be on the show. Honestly, he and noah are the only ones who wouldn’t be lowering themselves by making that appearance.

Anonymous said:                                                                      They have made them EP’s?!?!?! Jesus Christ!!! The two most annoying characters in the whole show. I never got the appeal. Fcuked their fellow cast, get their own show and are eps. What a world. 🤬🤬             

This is proof that this world is neither fair, nor right. The most talented actors have been kicked to the side, the lack of respect for the two women who made the show special is unbelievable.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Tv shows end but I’ll always be pissed at how the Fosters was handled. All the negotiations behind the backs of the other cast members. Sherri and Teri were the leads, they deserved so much better. I don’t really care who made the decision to cancel the show the creators who have been with the cast for five seasons should have treated the dumped cast members with far more respect. Selfish personal motivations, hope it all falls flat on its face.             

Here’s what the producers knew. Freeform sucks, no matter how badly this show tanks, and IT WILL, they will renew it for season 2. So they sold out a season 6 for 2 seasons of shit. It’s hit and it was the wrong thing to do.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Lol! It’s gone from Bradley and Joanna bullshitting the fans with the hope for a mom’s spin off to now Fosters specials if the ratings are high enough! They’re so transparent, we’re not going to watch your terrible spinoff. You made the wrong choice, your not going to retain the audience that was their for the fam. Sorry!!!!!

Fuck your show. We ain’t watching. I’d rather have a teri/sherri produced product than anything these lying assholes have to offer. You wanted this spin off, you got it, live with it. Live with the fans left, live with the shit you wanted. Leave us the fuck alone.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Joanna Johnson asking everyone to watch the three summer specials so we get Fosters specials in the future. My personal opinion, Teri won’t work with any of them again. That’s my hope anyway. Rise above those that would sell their mothers for their own benefit!

Yeah, I wouldn’t blame her if she did but I really hope she doesn’t. And I trust that Sherri will honor Stef and Lena. I think it’s best if they stayed busy elsewhere. Yes, rise above those who sold their mothers.

Anonymous said:                                                                      And everyone is mad all over again. Can’t believe they made those two exec producers too. Dear god!! They were never the stars of the Fosters. This is all due to their social media presence. Freeform et al think that equals ratings. It doesn’t, look at Famous in Love with Bella Thorne- flop!! If this only last one season that will make me even more angry as it will justify the idea that a season 6 should’ve happened instead. Good Trouble - what a crap name!! 

Yeah, they think their social media numbers will translate into an audience. It won’t. They can’t sell shit and maia’s acting has only gotten worse. Freeform has nothing. Even if it has a .01 rating it will get renewed. I just hope it bottom feeds on the channel of the worst ratings on cable.

[spnreactionblogging]

atomic monsters

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT AND TW FOR DISCUSSION OF CONSENT ISSUES / ASSISTED SUICIDE

so I managed to avoid all social media for the past 24 hours and then my fucking google news feed spoiled me thanks to fucking TV guide which PROUDLY PROCLAIMED "on the return of becky and sam's death!!!!" in its goddamn headline so fuck that, I guess I am going into this knowing the plot sort of, thanks! thanks assholes, thanks so much

also I'm not actually happy to see Becky because the last time we saw her she drugged Sam and tried to rape him so fuck off

oh we're off to a good start with gunfire in the bunker

I did see a clip of Jensen doing the choreography for some of this and it was very impressive, he directed this one, yeah?

dean looks good with the scarf/bandana thing going

benny? :V hi benny

we bring everyone back just to kill them

I'm glad ty olsson got paid. it's good to see his face again even if it's only briefly

he has demon-killing bullets but it's not the colt, maybe I missed something?

oh poor sam :( these nightmares are not fun, please just rest

I'm so here for whatever dark timeline bullshit is happening though lmao even if it's a bit of a gimmick it's intense and I like how Jared does this justice

"after sioux falls" immediately had me like OH NO

seeing sam wake up in a panic has me glad I already had plans to write more sastiel hurt/comfort

prayer circle for sam to be free of nightmares like, once

I feel like if I were Jensen and I were directing this, I would also set up a scene where I got to eat a piece of perfectly crunchy bacon as often as it was required

"the meat man" jesus christ

sarah mclachlan isn't even a vegetarian anymore, dean

I'm 1000000% not cool with dean controlling what sam is or is not allowed to eat or even have in the bunker

sam's barely left his room :(

"look man i get it, with jack, and rowena" don't say cas' fucking name, you're not allowed to have his name in your fucking mouth anymore, dean. actually don't say jack's either, the last time you saw him you wanted to execute him so fuck you.

sam's mug is really cute

the sheriff urged citizens to "travel in packs" so I'm like where are werewolves in this episode

I don't like how he hit him, sam like. flinched.

I had to actually pause the show from sam flinching that hard, and this is not unintentionally like these are extremely talented professional actors, this is deliberate and OOF

"that's real bacon, dean" "you're damn right it is."

oh that's fucking foul. glad I put a warning for consent issues right at the top! what the fuck. what a fucking asshole.

I said to my partner that dean should go to hell and he said "again? he didn't learn enough last time" and I'm like "yeah. he should go back. check back in, I hear they have a lot of vacancies" "they check into hell like it's fucking rehab" except it just makes dean worse but then somehow the show never brings up alistair? I was glad belphegor referenced that at least

I'm glad sam stood up for the deceased

"if he doesn't get in it'll be the end of the world!" "uh no, the END OF THE WORLD is the end of the world" thank you.

oh boy it's becky.

is becky... luring sam winchester to her house???? while her husband is out with the kids?????

oh there's chuck.

hm. feel a bit bad for assuming the worst of becky but given her track history idk

I'm glad vice principal bailey called dean out on the fucking fetish comment

I do like becky here as a creator in her own right. she's made her own world

okay glad too that we acknowledge what she did to sam was fucking hideous beyond words

I am here for them sitting around and doing laundry and talking.

I see a funko pop in the background, incredibly cursed

turning a profit / turning a "prophet" ha ha

chuck's really still going hard on the leviathan plotline lmao

"three AU fic deadlines breathing down my neck" bless

I do love rob benedict "they're just like TEETH FACE!"

"You don't need me. No one does." thanks god, I agree

this does make me want to write

I like that the guy in the mascot fursuit is named Toby and I feel like there's an opportunity for dean to also put on a mascot outfit

"it's like a piece of my heart is gone" is she literally like... using her heart in a spell or something? she keeps saying this line and we thought the other girl was not genuine but maybe she was right, this girl's full of shit and is just saying that

it's been years and i still don't like understand what lacrosse is so I have looked it up at long last and

**The game was said to be played "for the Creator" or was referred to as "The Creator's Game."**

that's especially interesting in a chuck-related context

ghost orchid, very specific

there's also the "holy ghost orchid"?

this is just a little too well scripted

she has braces. hm. saved by orthodontia.

oh this lady's a wine mom, thank god.

WOW THAT IS A LOT OF BLOOD

lmao is this the same garage set they used in the season premiere but with slightly different shelving

I like the handmade crowley and cas here

writing's writing, damn fucking right that fic is writing

god is he using her computer, mannnnn leave her laptop alone

I have this cas plush right me as I'm watching this because i'm sad about him lmao and he's SO CUTE I'm gonna get the sam and dean to go with my cas and crowley

these maquettes are pretty impressive, I like the website they made too

sam and dean showed up in plainclothes/hunter clothes to confront this guy so they know he knows they know

god, thank god for sam trying to actually "save the people" instead of the focus on "hunt the things"

oh i see so becky's feedback leads to chuck deciding to up the ante and kill sam? hm.

chuck tortures his OCs

:( this situation sucks, when they said there was no resistance i was kind of worried about something like this

bury them under the peonies. I think peonies like bone meal/blood meal, don't they

mmmmmmmm asking dean about if he has kids I'm still like do not fucking speak about jack, dean, you don't deserve it, don't even think about him

he sure did reintroduce some classic rock elements, I'm pretty stoked for jensen's album honestly

I'm like... not actually cool with this? I guess if that's really what he wanted then fine I GUESS, I'm not opposed to assisted suicide in theory but especially after seeing Benny earlier in this episode is this really the only way out?

hmmmmmmm. god sure is arrogant.

I'm glad to see emily perkins get like some serious range with the character

I've been pretty bad at predicting this episode lmao I guess davy perez got me

"we would've done the same for jack" says sam "yeah we would" says dean, with absolutely no right to say that

"dean... I still think about jessica, i can't just let that go" god sam sweetheart I'm so fucking sorry

I think becky even noted that chuck "didn't even mention castiel" and indeed

:( sam.

so I guess he didn't die in this one? wtf TV Guide you gave me weird expectations for this episode

chuck sitting surrounded by his own characters' soulless funko bobbleheads sure is thematically heavy

well i guess that's it for this one

[sheisbornadreamer]

Blend in, chapter three

Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own Digimon, but I'll let you know when the time has come.

Warnings: graphic language and male on male content

Chapter three

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Yamato's pov

I push him away and stare at him, speechless for a few seconds. Then the most natural question pops up in my head and I'm just about to scream 'What the hell are you doing!' when he pulls me in and attacks me again. This time I'm too stunned to even push him away.

So I just stand there, trying to figure out what I possibly could've said to make him think that he could just…

Maybe it's because I was about to say something about his ass…? Did I lead him on by that?

This is so incredibly screwed up! I mean… well, I don't believe I even have to mention the first reason why it's so wrong; it's pretty damn obvious. But second of all, even if I was gay, he's not my type! I mean, how could you ever expect me to date a guy who can't even take care of his own hair? And third, (as if those reasons aren't enough) he my best friend. Okay, that might sound a little ironic coming from me just after my little… ahem, outburst, –but he is, and best friends cannot date each other.

So I have every right to freak!

Alright, maybe it could have been worse (could've been someone ugly) and yes, maybe he's not that bad of a kisser… and… perhaps I don't hate the feeling of his strong arms around my waist…

What was my point again…?

No! No Matt, get a grip! This is Tai! Tai is making out with you! Don't you dare tell me you like it!

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Taichi's pov

I don't mean to sound cocky, but I think Blondie here actually likes it. Who would've thought?

I'm not saying I don't, 'cause… well, if I didn't then I would've stopped by now. Yeah, I have weird reflexes but I can control myself…

So you might wonder why I don't stop. To tell you the truth I'm not too sure. I am enjoying this, but… Matt is really gonna freak out about this. He's not really the type of friend you can make out with whenever you feel like… um, I mean if you would feel like.

Fuck, what am I doing?

Ah screw it. It's too late for regrets now, right? And besides, Matt's gonna freak just as much over a seven seconds-kiss as a… wait, how long has it been?

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The brunet shrugs and continues with his actions (mainly because Yamato doesn't make any signs on pushing him away, so –according to Taichi- there's not really any good reason for him to stop). After a while the blond even starts to respond to the kiss, placing his arms a bit awkwardly around his friend's neck and spreading his lips slightly. He doesn't have to ask twice before Taichi slowly enters his mouth –mostly out of curiosity- and starts to explore. Yamato soon follows his actions.

After a few seconds, this little innocent kiss starts turning into a rather hot make-out season. Both boys find themselves enjoying this (perhaps just a little more than what's appropriate in a school's bathroom).

In just three or four seconds they've made their way over to the sink, possibly -incredibly stupid as it may sound- considering to use this to take things further… on.

Oblivious to a certain redhead watching them, Taichi gets more and more obsessed with trying to get noises out of the blond. He does quite a good job; soon learning that straddling his hips with both hands while teasingly grinding against him gets the best results. Yamato puts his hands onto the sink for support, gasping when he feels Taichi pressing his lower body against him. Taichi is now stroking his hands all over Yamato's chest, down to his hips and around to the blonde's back. Finding the firm rounding on the back of Yamato's pants, he squeezes him gently, grinding harder. Yamato moans and moves his hips along with him, losing all control when he hears the brunet groan.

Someone clears their throat, getting both boys' attention. They look up, being greeted by Sora standing in the doorway, with a smirk on her face. After a while, her smirk changes into a frown.

Now she looks pissed.

Taichi snaps back to reality and jumps away from Yamato, running a hand through his hair nervously.

Yamato's blushing, having a hard time finding a safe spot to look at.

"What the hell were you guys thinking?" Sora shouts suddenly, making both of them jump. Then she realizes what she just asked and her face changes from pissed into slightly disgusted. "Ew, no don't answer that…"

Short silence.

Then Taichi decides to take first initiative to explain. "Um… we... I…um…" is the successful start. Then he sighs deeply and hangs his head. "I attacked him."

Sora raises an eyebrow. All though she isn't surprised to hear that Taichi had made the first move (not surprised at all) she hadn't expected him to just admit it like that.

"Tai, that's… that's not what I meant," she says softly, not liking the guilty look upon the brunet's face.

"What I meant was, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU GUYS THINKING? Do you even realize that anyone could've walked in on you? Why can't you just think with your heads, instead of your-"

"Okay, we get it!" Taichi interrupts, glaring at her. This is starting to feel a lot like being caught by his mother. Yes, it had been risky and yes, they were stupid but she could at least understand a little how Yamato must feel like right now! Taichi himself is afraid of even looking at him. He knows that whether Yamato blames him or himself or both of them he will most definitely beat himself up about it.

Sora sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine. But you should be pretty damn glad it was me who caught you eating each other's faces. I mean you could at least have done it in one of the stalls!"

"This wouldn't even have happened, if Taichi hadn't fucking attacked me" Yamato mutters.

'Oh great, now we're back to first name-callings.' Taichi thinks to himself and rolls his eyes. Last time Yamato had used his whole name was before Taichi'd become his friend –when they were rivals and Yamato was cold as ice, not letting anyone get close.

"I wanted to shut you up, and so I did." Taichi answers simply, not even looking at him.

"Well, you could've found an other fucking way to shut me up! And the reason I was yelling in the first place was because you came in here just to start bitching!"

"So I can't even use the damn bathroom? It's not like I knew you were here! And I didn't even kiss you on purpose, it was a-"

"Oh, let me guess; a reflex? Right! That's what you said after you'd punched that guy –twice as big as you- after he'd called you a loser. You were unconscious for five minutes, got a black eye and was grounded for a week! And what about the time when you-"

"Would you just shut up!" Sora exclaims. "You not solving anything! And don't get me wrong; I'm not expecting you to do that right now. But for Christ's sake, don't make it worse!"

"Fine" Taichi mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm sorry, okay?"

Yamato snorts. "Fuck you"

"Fine"

"Fine!"

"GUYS! Stop it!" Sora shakes her head, pretty sick of the two of them by now. "Let's just get back to class, all right? Before anyone suspects anything."

The blond snorts again. "Why bother? Bet there's already a new rumor of us having threesome" he mutters bitterly.

"Which would lead to some serious slut-shaming, so let's get out of here" Sora repeats, looking over her shoulder.

"It would also make Matt bisexual, and we can't let that happen, can we?" Taichi adds.

"Shut up, Yagami!"

"Well, one step down from being gay, right?" Sora responds with a shrug.

"I'm straight! Sora, not you too!"

The redheaded girl shakes her head. "Well, after witnessing that I'm not so sure anymore… you can't exactly blame me"

Yamato growls, not knowing what to answer. He's not too fond of the subject. That was a mistake, they couldn't just expect him to explain himself just minutes after! He's way too confused...

"Well, we better get going" Sora says again, turning around and checking the hallway carefully.

"Empty… let's go!"

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"That took quite a while, don't you think?" Mrs Suzuki, the music-teacher says as Taichi enters the music hall. His classmates look up at him, smirking. Taichi scratches his head and grins a little.

"Yea. Well, uh… I kinda got locked in one of the stalls, n'…"

A few students snicker, shaking their heads. Taichi will never lose his crown as the worst liar in the entire world.

"…so I had to jump over the door, but then I hit my head and fainted…"

"Just go to your seat, Taichi" the teacher sighs. The brown-headed teen shrugs and heads for his seat, ignoring the others giggles.

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"10 minutes?" Mr Takahashi says skeptically, aching an eyebrow.

Sora smiles and puts on an innocent face."I ran into Mr Saitou and he wanted to talk about some of the tests we've been doing this term. I didn't have the heart to interrupt him."

Her teacher smiles, making half of his class roll their eyes. "I see. Well, get to your seat, we were just about to start on the-"

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"You're late."

"I'm sorry, Mr Watanabe" Yamato replies half-heartedly, heading for his seat.

"Care to explain why, Mr Ishida?" The teacher continues, not letting this one slip.

The blond stops, seemingly considering it. "No?"

None of his classmates is surprised. This is a rather common conversation between Yamato and Mr Watanabe, a conversation the other students are pretty sick of. But it's better than class, so they don't make any effort to stop it.

"I suggest you do, unless you desperately want detention."

Yamato glares, not answering. Not because he desperately wants detention, but because he's too tired to think about manners and he doesn't really want to reveal his and Taichi's make-out in the boys' bathroom.

"I didn't exactly hurry, and I guess I lost track of time. I don't really have a good excuse, Mr Watanabe"

The teacher shakes his head. "That's too bad. Well, I guess I should congratulate, Mr Ishida. You just got yourself a detention."

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"Tripped and fainted, huh?" Koushiro says amused as the students leave the music hall.

Taichi shrugs and grins. "Whatever."

"So what were you really up to?" the redhead asks, looking at him suspiciously.

"Skipped class, happy now?" Taichi mutters.

"Yagami Taichi!"

The brunet stops and turns around, looking confused. "Yes?"

His teacher stands there, hands on her sides, looking very pissed for being the usually happy music-teacher. "I'll have to give you detention, Taichi. Skipping 10 minutes of class and then trying to lie about it is unacceptable!"

"But Mrs Suzuki-"

"No buts, Taichi"

The brunet sighs, "Yeah, yeah…" He shoots Koushiro a glare; said boy shrugs and grins sheepishly.

"You'll be in-"

"…room 68, I know. How long this time? The usual?"

His teacher sighs. "Taichi, if you'd just admit it when you're skipping class, things would be a lot easier." She pauses. "Of course you can just stay in class altogether, but I suppose that's way too much to ask, huh?" She smirks, slowly returning to her normal self.

The brown-eyed student smiles hesitatingly. "I'll see what I can do."

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Later, in room 68

"Can things get any worse?" Yamato mutters to himself, glaring at the notebook on his desk. He's been told to read a certain number of pages –too many pages mind you, and then summering them altogether. He's not allowed to go before he's done, which means he has to actually do it as well. The pages are about what Mr Watanabe had been rambling about in class, and of course "if Mr Ishida would've paid attention in class instead of skipping, this would be perfectly easy!"

His babysitter is reading some book by his desk, not moving an inch. Yamato hopes he'll just fall asleep, so that he can sneak out. But of course that'll just lead to another detention...

After observing the substitute for a moment, he goes back to glaring at his notebook. He jumps a little when the sub speaks. Not to him, however.

"Ah, finally! Yagami Taichi, is it? I see you can't even make it on time for your detention. No wonder they're all sick of you."

Taichi is quiet for a while, standing in the doorway. He observes the sub suspiciously, obviously wondering who the hell he is.

"Wow. You're nice." The brunet shakes his head, quite amazed. Then he smiles. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be the rude one, -Yagami Taichi, nice to meet you. I'm truly sorry I'm late, now where's my punishment?"

"Right there on the desk, and I expect you guys not to bother me. Because of you two I have to work overtime, plus I've got an extreme headache. And you're not aloud to speak anyway," the sub ads as an afterthought.

At this point, Taichi has noticed Yamato and is now walking toward his own desk, not taking his eyes off the blond.

"Hey."

Silence. Yamato continues to glare at his notebook.

Taichi sits down in his chair. "Why I'm here? Well you see, I tried to come up with an excuse but Mrs Suzuki didn't believe me. And then…" Taichi frowns, remembering whose fault this had been in the first place. "…then Koushiro asks me what I was doing during those ten minutes and I said I'd skipped class. And she heard and got pissed. What about you?"

"Kid, are you deaf? I said you aren't aloud to speak!"

Taichi looks up. "Oh. Sorry, my bad." He grins and the sub rolls his eyes. Taichi glances at his books, sighs and then looks back at Yamato.

"You pissed off Mr Watanabe, didn't you?"

"Not my fault he's so bitter." The blond mutters. "I said I forgot the time, and I apologized even! He's such a hard-ass."

The brunet snickers as the sub slams his book down and glares at them. "OK, you-" he points at Taichi, narrowing his eyes. "You go sit there, got it? And then you shut up!"

Taichi smiles at him and stands up. "Of course." He bows deeply, making Yamato smirk as the sub starts to turn red with anger.

"Just do as I say!"

Taichi walks over to the desk the sub has pointed out for him, which is placed on the other side of the classroom -as far away from Yamato as possible-, bringing his books with him. He sits down, shifting a little before sinking back and stretching his legs out underneath the desk. He places his books on the desk and rests his arms on each side.

"Anything else?" he asks, voice dropping an octave, and his brown orbs burying themselves into the sub's light blue ones, giving him a seductive look.

Yamato can't help but grin this time, looking back and forth between them. Taichi just never knew when to stop.

To the brunet's delight the sub blushes. But he quickly shakes it off and glares at the annoying student. "If you continue to disrespect me I'm going to have to give you another detention. Is that understood?" His voice is dangerously close to the edge, and Taichi decides to let him be. He's had enough fun for today.

"Alright, I'll stop."

He starts opening his books and grabs a pen from his pocket. The sub returns to his book and the room finally goes silent.

However, the second their babysitter's eyes leave him, Taichi turns his head and grins at Yamato.

(This sucks!)

The blue-eyed boy reads his lips and rolls his eyes.

(No shit?)

Taichi gives the sub a glance and looks back at his friend, wiggling his eyebrows.

(Hot?)

Yamato could see from Taichi's questioning expression that he was asking for his opinion. With a blank look on his face, he gives Taichi the finger. The brunet cracks up and the sub once again goes mad.

"What am I supposed to do to shut you up?" he yells, losing his temper.

"Duct tape works." Yamato mutters from the other side of the classroom, smirking. Taichi shivers at the memory.

"Dude, that was so mean! I thought you were gonna rip my fucking skin off after that!"

The blond shrugs innocently. "It shut you up, didn't it? Not my fault you're incapable of doing that by yourself."

"I see you've got some problems in that area as well," the sub states warningly, shooting Yamato a glare. The blond in turn responds with a glare colder than ice.

Taichi puts his chin in his hand, turning his attention to the man in front of them. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you do seem to be more desperate of leaving than we are. Hell, we could stay here all night! Isn't that right Matt?"

Said boy nods in agreement, smirking. "Yep."

The sub sinks back into his chair, glaring at both of them. "What I want has nothing to do with what I'm doing. And if this means I'm gonna have to stay here all night then so be it. It's my duty. Now get to work because you're not leaving until you're done."

"Can I go to the bathroom?" Taichi asks.

The sub stares at him. "You're kidding, right? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Uh, no?" Taichi replies in a where-the-hell-did-you-get-that-from? tone.

"Then do your fucking work and stop bothering me!"

"But I gotta-"

"No you don't."

Taichi sighs deeply. "If I read like two pages of this crap, will you let me visit the bathroom?" The sub cocks an eyebrow, glancing at him.

"Make it three."

"Aw man! You're so cruel!" the brown headed teen exclaims, laughing inside.

The substituted teacher smirks. "That's my job."

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Yamato enters the bathroom quietly, shutting the door behind him. Taichi jumps out from one of the stalls and do a sort of victory-dance before giving him a high five.

The blond smirks at his geeky friend and then gives him a serious look. "We've got to hurry, okay? Think he's back in the classroom now. Soon he's gonna start running around."

Taichi nods, still wearing a wicked grin and peeks out from the girls' bathroom. Without a word he runs out, and darts off through the hall. Yamato soon follows him, in a slightly slower speed than the hyperactive football-player.

They reach their lockers where they grab their jackets and schoolbags, and then storm out. Finally reaching the schoolyard, and out of hearing distance, Taichi lets out his victory-bawl.

"YEAH BABY! WE RULE!" He jumps around Yamato, cheering over their successful escape. Yamato rolls his eyes.

"Alright, alright, he just might hear us, you know."

Taichi shakes his head, grinning like a mad man. "Nu-uh. I CAN BE AS LOUD AS I WANT AND THERE'S NO WAY HE'S EVER G-"

Yamato covers his best friend's big mouth with his hand. "Want me to bring out the duct tape again?"

Taichi just looks at him, no signs on trying to speak. Then suddenly something wet reaches Yamato's hand and he pulls it back with a disgusted yell. "What the hell! Dude you're so gross!" Taichi shrugs and grins.

"Reflexes, y'know?"

Yamato looks at his hand, miserable. Then he glares at Taichi. "I don't care what the hell that was, just keep your fucking tongue away from me!"

Silence.

Several comebacks are hanging in the air but are never spoken. Taichi is stupid, but he's not that stupid. Bringing up the "accident" again will only make things worse.

They start walking home.

"You know you liked it." Taichi replies, contenting himself with that half-hearted comeback.

"In your dreams, Yagami" is the rather obvious reply from the blond. Taichi stops and stares at him, looking shocked.

"Who told you about my dreams?"

Yamato shakes his head, grinning. They start walking again, looking straight ahead. Yamato gives Taichi a quick glance and they look at each other for like a second before focusing on the ground before them.

"Wait…" Yamato says after a while, a thought hitting him suddenly.

"What?"

"How come Sora didn't get detention?" Yamato says, frowning.

The brunet sighs, shaking his head. "Girls…"

Yamato nods his head thoughtfully. "Yeah. Didn't she have history? With Mr Takahashi?"

"Well, that explains everything" Taichi says, smirking. "He sure likes those pretty girls." He laughs bitterly. "And the guys he treats like shit."

Yamato hesitates, frowning. Taichi looks at him. "What?"

"He's not that bad, though. Is he?"

Taichi looks confused for a few seconds, but then his face lit up and he smirks. "He's treating you well, huh?"

"Wha… well, he…"

The brunet snorts. "Figures."

Yamato looks at his brown-headed friend strangely. "What do you mean?"

Taichi shrugs, keeping his eyes ahead of them. "You're the pretty-boy." he says, matter-of-factly.

"What! No I'm not! What, you think he's…? No fucking way!"

Taichi grins at him, quite amused by his friend's reaction. "Way."

"How does he treat you? Does he spank you whenever you say the wrong answer?"

Taichi snorts, shaking his head. "I wish!"

Yamato aches an eyebrow and Taichi realizes what he just said, blushing slightly. "Not like that okay! I mean… he's evil. He bullies me! And the only students he's nice to are the pretty girls and -apparently- the pretty boys." Taichi says, sounding like he told his friend the secret of the universe.

"But you're a pretty boy too, Tai…" Yamato tries, not able to hold back a grin. Soon he laughs his head off, with a rather annoyed Taichi watching him.

"I'm… I'm sorry…" The blond says between laughter. "It's just… you should see your face!"

He starts laughing again.

'It's funny, because he's not pretty.' A little voice inside Yamato's mind tells him.

'Yes, he i-'

'Shut up!'

"May not be pretty but that doesn't mean I'm not totally hot! Now that's what the ladies want!" His friend argues, walking beside him.

'Tai is not pretty. He might be good-looking, but… wait, what!' Yamato shakes his head, trying to ignore his thoughts.

"Earth to Matt? You in there?"

The blond looks up. "Huh? Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking."

Taichi instantly looks curious. "About…? Oh, Mr Takahashi, right? Yeah, he's a babe."

Yamato punches his arm, glaring. "You never get sick of those gay-jokes, do you?"

Taichi throws his arms out, giving him an innocent look. "They just keep coming! Not my fault…" Taichi glances at him. "Just because you're so damn uptight all the time… Want me to pull that stick out of your ass for you?"

Yamato stops in middle of the road, giving him a death-glare. "The fucking stick up my ass just happens to be you, Yagami!" he shouts at the brunet standing in front of him. Before his friend can voice the obvious comeback, he continues: "Yeah, I know; ha, ha –but I'm fucking serious! Will you just stop making fun of me! I don't like it, and I'm not comfortable so why can't you just fuck off!"

Taichi's silly grin disappears and he sighs deeply. "Matt it's only-"

"Don't give me that! 'It's only jokes, I was just kidding!' That's not enough! If you gotta tease me then find something else to make jokes about! Tease me about my hair! Or about how I suck at football! Or-"

"Your pink apron?" Taichi asks, snickering. Then he gets serious again and shakes his head. "I'm sorry. For all of it." His brown gaze hits the ground. "Sorry for teasing you and accusing you of being gay," he pauses, looking up again. "…although I didn't realize I did, okay? I mean I was just checking, y'know?"

Yamato remains silent and Taichi stares at the asphalt again. "Okay whatever... anyhow I'm sorry for that. And for..." Taichi pauses, searching for the right word. Then he gives up and chooses the one Yamato had preferred to use in the first place. "... for attacking you. Sorry. It's just… I… it feels like you're just denying everything. And it's frustrating for me! I mean when that happened…" The brown-eyed teen looks up, meeting Yamato's gaze. "Who knows what we'd done if Sora hadn't-"

"I would've stopped you, Tai." Yamato interrupts flatly. "I didn't like it. I'll never like kissing guys. And it's not just because I'm afraid of what people think, but because I just… don't."

Taichi looks at his blue-eyed friend for a while, seeing so much more in those eyes than his words are carrying. But he doesn't say anything. He just nods.

"Okay."

Yamato blank face fades away and he raises his eyebrows, looking surprised. "What?"

Taichi smiles faintly at his best friend's reaction. "Okay" he repeats, although he knows that Yamato heard him the first time. The blue-eyed boy stares at him, not knowing what to say. All this time he's been trying to get that into Taichi's thick skull, and now that it has finally sunk in, it fees like he has... lost something.

The two teens continue to stand there, gazing at each other. One of them wondering why he feels so empty all of a sudden. The other one wondering if he has just made the right choice.

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