#ok yeah that was quite a tag rant. needed to get that off my chest i suppose.

[bluesidedown]

how on earth is going on dates with this boy and texting him 8700000000% more discombobulating than crushing from afar. i feel like fiction has lied to me i thought it worked the other way around

[lemongrass-and-buttercups]

it’s been 2 months!!

[magnoliabloomfield]

Possession

Chapter 1: The Princess Arrives

Structure. Maybe it was because he was a builder that he liked that word so much. He built structures, he knew how make four walls and a roof that wouldn’t come down on anyone’s head, he knew how to build a seat that wouldn’t give out under anyone’s weight, and he knew how to maintain it all and make it last. The small world he lived in demanded order and structure for everyone’s well being. Without it they would be sleeping on the ground, starving, and losing their minds. And if one cog in that machine didn’t turn as it should it affected every other part. Yes, the Glade had to be a well oiled machine functioning everyday as it should.

Thankfully there were no outside forces that tried to thwart that. The doors opened in the morning, they closed at night, and the box came every month. You could tell time by the Glade and its unchanging rhythm. After three years Gally knew it like his own heartbeat. He knew the answer to every problem that could crop up in his bit of the machine. He was good enough to be the Keeper of the builders at least. Maybe that’s why it hit him hardest of all.

Box day came like all the others before it, predictable and precise. But then the heart of the Glade skipped a beat and Gally’s own did too for the first time. Because in that box was something they would never recover from.

A girl.

That was the worst thing that ever could have come up in the box. The boys would lose their minds, they’d become distracted and competitive and the machine of the Glade would come to a rusty, grinding halt. Gally could see the writing on the walls: this was going to be bad.

She wasn’t awake, she was laying there almost peacefully and all the gladers remained eerily and unexpectedly silent, like they were waiting for someone to jump out and say it was all a joke and take her away, or if they stared at her long enough the mirage would fizzle out and it actually would be a boy like it was supposed to be. Alby and Newt carefully lowered themselves into the box so they wouldn’t startle her and Newt hesitantly checked for a pulse, letting out a breath as he nodded to say she was alive. Gally ran a hand over his mouth, feeling anxious but not wanting to look it.

She woke up slowly from a sleep she didn’t know she’d fallen into. Her eyes stared straight up at the sky before they started to focus on things like Newt and Alby and a whole crowd of boys looming above her. Gally waited for the scream, for the crying, shuck, even boys had screamed and cried when they came up. But she didn’t. She tried to sit up and winced, placing her palm over her eye and rubbing like her head hurt.

“You’re okay,” Newt said to her from where he knelt beside her.

“Do you remem-“ Alby started to ask her but was silenced by her holding up one finger.

“Just… give me a minute,” she requested as she pressed both palms to her forehead and brought her knees up toward her chest.

“Sure, no rush,” Newt assured her softly, earning a small glare from Alby who was more impatient and less coddling than him.

“Enough gawking, if you’re not a keeper get back to work,” Alby ordered the boys standing around whispering to each other and stifling giggles behind their fists.

Gally narrowed his eyes and shook his head at them. Weak willed hormonal morons. They were all shucking doomed. Slowly the boys began to shuffle off, the ones catching Gally’s glare wiping the smirks from their faces and moving even faster. He sighed to himself knowing their work was going to suck if it got done at all.

Gally stood around with the other keepers, his arms crossed as they all waited for whatever would happen next. The girls hands came away from her face and she held one out in front of her, seeing the tremors running through it and making it shake before she clutched her knees and took a deep breath.

“Okay… now, what?” she sighed, looking up at Newt and Alby, her eyes squinting in the sun.

She was cute, of course she was cute, she couldn’t ruin their lives if she wasn’t cute, Gally thought to himself as he looked away from her.

“Do you remember anything?” Newt asked her nicely.

She zoned out on the middle ground ahead of her and let a breath out through her lips. “Water is wet, the sky is blue, that kind of stuff. I can’t even remember my name,” She said, her shaking hands pushing her hair back from her face as that realization set in.

“It’s ok, it’s alright,” Newt did a good job of keeping her calm. “That happens to everyone who comes here. Sad to say that’s normal. Most of us eventually remember our names at some point though, so don’t worry too much.”

“So if I were to ask you where we are and why we’re here you wouldn’t even know?” she asked as she turned to him, causing him to rock back on his heels a little bit.

“Unfortunately that is correct,” Alby spoke up, earning her attention. “But we will tell you everything we do know, starting with the fact that… you’re the very first girl to come here in three years. So we kind of have a lot to talk about.”

She squinted up at him for a beat before asking “Am I dreaming?”

“I bet you would think being the only girl in a crowd of boys would be a dream,” one of the other keepers said, drawing those eyes of hers to him.

“Nightmares are dreams too,” she pointed out.

Gally felt the corner of his mouth twitch like he might have chuckled at that.

She got out of the box on her own, climbing onto a drum of drinking water and then the rest of the way. Alby and Newt took a hand to get out and Gally figured the girl wasn’t keen on being touched just yet if ever. They let her have her way. They set off for the gathering room, the girl carefully encircled by the keepers to either keep her from running off or keep anyone from running up to her. Alby yelled for someone to go unload the rest of the box and the girl flinched.

She wasn’t as short as Gally expected a girl would be, but of course she was a lot shorter than him. At least not all the boys were that much taller than her which might tip things in her favor slightly if anything were to happen. Gally would have to pay attention to how intimidating he was now. It was never an issue with the boys, it was quite essential in fact. If they weren’t a little scared of someone then nothing would get done. But just looking at her he could tell that he absolutely could overpower her without breaking a sweat, and she would most definitely put that together too, so he had to make sure he never gave her a reason to think he actually would.

They started the gathering with the basic Greenie intro to the Glade. This was usually handled by one person who took the greenie on a tour around the Glade, but this was not the usual greenie. Gally was actually glad she was out of sight of the boys who were supposed to be working.

He rested his elbows on his knees to keep his leg from jumping nervously as Alby and Newt explained the basics and each keeper explained what they did. Gally kept his eyes down, unintentionally staring through the spot where her feet were. As the builder he was running through all the work he would have to do, he’d have to build a safe place for her to sleep and wash up, how exactly was he going to do that, he’d never had to do that before. When Alby called his name he was almost startled. He looked around and found everyone looking back at him, including the girl. It must be his turn.

“I’m in charge of the builders. Pretty self explanatory,” he stated, holding her gaze for as long as he could manage. It wasn’t long.

“You’ve been surprisingly quiet, Gally,” Newt pointed out, looking at him curiously.

Gally didn’t like the attention. “Well, I am the one who has to do the most about this situation,” he pointed out. “Yes, she needs her introduction to this place, but while you’re telling it to her I’m sitting here thinking of how I’m going to build a safe place for her to sleep and to wash up. I’m thinking up the plans now so I can get to work first light and just maybe she’ll have a place to sleep by sundown tomorrow. So what are we going to do for her tonight?”

Alby pinched the bridge of his nose as his face scrunched up, realizing that they had lot of work ahead of them. When Gally had finished his rant he thought the girl was sitting a little smaller in her seat.

“The gardening shed,” Newt blurted. “Remember the time the rakes fell over? We couldn’t get in, you had to take the door off. There’s no windows either. It’s not the best accommodations but on short notice at least it’s a place where no one can get in.”

Gally had started nodding, remembering exactly what Newt was talking about and it was a good idea, at least for one night. “We’ll move out some of the tools and put a cot in,” Gally thought aloud.

“She can take mine,” Minho volunteered.

“Are you sure? Aren’t you running tomorrow?” Newt pointed out.

“Yeah,” Minho shrugged. “Maybe one of the other runners will let me use his cot, but I can’t volunteer anyone else’s but my own. Besides, it’ll be one night, two tops with Gally working on it.”

Gally was surprised to hear him say something vaguely nice about him. But most of all he was planning, drawing blueprints in his mind of the safest, most anti-boy structure he could possibly make. He was going to put the Princess in the tower.

@poulterholland @anniemylennox @crazysheeplyca @thesuitkovian @Poulterjonas @gladerscake @carp3d1em @neilox

If any of you don't actually want to be tagged in the future just let me know, I was just trying to remember the ones who were really interested in the last short Gally series I wrote.

Possession Masterlist

[harper-hook]

Into The Woods | Harry Hook x Reader

Request: Can I request a Harry X reader where the reader is Peter Pan's daughter and they hate each other at first but then things get really heated between them and it turns into full on smut?

Warnings: Oral sex

Author’s Note: This almost killed me to write tbh

The familiar scraping of metal on metal made you groan mentally and slam your locker. “what do ya want now, Hook?” You snapped, unfortunately used to your father’s enemy's son bothering you. “Just came to see me favorite little sprite.” He replied with a wide grin, seeing how it got under your skin.

You stopped yourself before you yelled at him and caused a scene. It was the day right before Spring Break and you didn’t want to damper your spirits by earning after school detention as soon as you got back. “Well you saw me. Now back off.” You ordered.

Harry stepped back, faking a wounded look. “My plans don’t involve backing off.” He smirked. “Quite the opposite in fact, seeing as you’re heading back to Neverland.” You groaned and rolld your eyes. This again. 

“If you let me tag along, I’ll make it worth your wild.” He practically purred, getting up in your personal bubble. You sneered at him. “Listen, Hook and listen good.” You poked him chest with your finger. “You will never! Set foot in Neverland if I have anything to say about it!” You hissed.

Harry’s smirk dropped and he adopted an angry glare. You were a bit nervous but you couldn’t back down now. “Then we’ll just have to hope nothing happens to ya!” He hissed. You growled, getting in his face and bawling your fists.

“Hook! Pan!” You snapped out of your rage as Fairy Godmother came bustling around the corner, catching you both. Uh oh...

One long and infuriating detention later, you were finally packing up. “Stupid Hook and his stupid face...” You ranted to Ben over the phone. Ben sighed as you leaned against the side of your car, trunk still open. “Didn’t you think he was cute when he first came here?” Mal asked, joining Ben on the other line.

The good thing about being over the phone was no one could see you roll your eyes. "That was before he opened his mouth." You huffed. “So you’re gonna talk to Tiger Peony about the trade deal between Neverland and Auradon, right?” Ben changed the subject.

“Yeah I’ll do your job while on my spring break, Ben.” You rolled your eyes. "I appreciate it, you know?" He said. "Uh huh. See if you can lower my detention sessions when I come back." Ben sighed, confirming that he said he would see what he could do.

You said your goodbyes and promised to call once you arrived; Ben always the worrier. Hanging up, you quickly slammed your trunk shut and climbed in the driver's side.

Taking one last look at Auradon Prep in the mirror, you pulled out and started on your long 6 hour drive.

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The first couple of hours of the drive you didn't mind. Plenty of sunlight and good music made the time fly. But thanks to Fairy Godmother's detention, you'd left 2 hours late and now the sun was going down quick.

Driving at night didn't bother you but driving through Summerwoods at night bothered you. You turned your music down and took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. Now you really regretted turning Herkie’s invitation for a ride. “(Y/N), you’re a fucking moron.” You hummed to yourself.

Then it sounded like a gun shot went off. You let out a small shriek, thankfully not swerving your car off the road. You slowed considerably, still confused and terrified. Then you heard it, what sounded like a horse’s snort, the spluttering of air. Your heart sank, grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Are you fucking serious right now?!”

Slowly limping your car to the side of the road and putting it in park, you practically threw yourself out of the door, mood souring at the telltale signs of a popped tire. You glanced to the right and saw the back tire, flat as paper. 

You groaned, you held your head in your hands. Ok, keep yourself together, you thought. I’m a strong independent woman and I can change a tire, that’s what I keep a spare for, you reminded yourself. 

You ran to the back and popped the trunk open again. “Hiya!” You screamed, stumbling backwards and falling on the ground. You laid there in complete shock, breathing heavily and heart thumping. You could hear Harry wheezing in laughter.

After a few seconds, you sat up, gasping for air. “What the fuck?” You rasped out. Harry climbed out of your trunk, still shaking in mirth. Shakily, you stood to your feet, narrowing your eyes at the boy in front of you.

“What in the actual fuck do you think you’re going?” You screamed, no longer shaking in fear but in anger. “I’m going to Neverland, what does it look like?” He said with a slight eyeroll like you were stupid. This just pissed you off more.

“It looks like you’re some kind of fucking stalker!” Harry stopped laughing, looking at you with a positively poisonous glare. He stomped up to you, clearly trying to intimidate you. You were too angry to care. 

“You might wanna loose the attitude, lass. We’re all alone out here.” He sneered. It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Just get out of my way.” You pushed past him, peering into your trunk. “Where’s my spare tire?” You questioned, looking back at Harry who looked like a pouty kid caught in the cookie jar.

“Was awful cramped in there with that thing.” He muttered. He continued at your deadpan look. “Threw it out at the school.” You took a sharp, deep inhale, fists clenching and unclenching. You turned and slammed your trunk shut, putting your arms and head down on top of it. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. The whole irony and bullshit of the situation was honestly laughable. It would’ve been funnier if it hadn’t been you. “Pan?” You heard Harry call. “What?!” You snapped, raising your head. 

“Ya okay?” Your eyes widened as you spun around. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just ask me that when you literally ruined my entire evening!” You screamed at him. Harry marched up to you, forcing you back against your trunk. “I thought I told you to loose the fucking attitude.” He snapped. He grabbed the hair at the base of your neck and practically bent you over backwards on your trunk.

He leaned in close to you, cocky smirk on his face. You snarled and bared your teeth, leaning closer to his face. “Am I supposed to be scared of you? There’s 1000 things in these woods alone that are scarier than you.” You and Harry’s gazes locked. His eyes were so... blue. You really hadn’t noticed before. 

His glare softened slightly and he released his grip on your hair, stepping back. You straightened up, keeping a close eye on Harry. You’d never admit that he scared you a bit. Never.

It was silent now. You looked away into the forest. It was completely dark now. Crunching sounds from the forest made the hairs on your arms raise. You and Harry shared a look to confirm you both heard it. A nearby wolf’s howl made you gasp and reach out, a firm hold on Harry’s shirt. He held your wrist.

“C’mon. C’mon.” He ushered you to the backseat and practically shoved you in and climbed in after you. You sighed and tucked your knees under your chin. Fuck, this was bad. “Call Princey. See what kinda magic he can work.” Harry murmured, like he was afraid to talk too loud. 

“Hey, finally a smart suggestion from you.” You said with a sarcastic smile and leaned forward to your car’s center panel. You had both knees on the middle storage compartment, waiting on the phone to ring. 

“Hello?” Ben answered after three rings. “Ben!” You were instantly filled with relief. “I need some help. My car blew a tire in the Summerwoods.” You explained. “What about your spare?” He asked. You turned to glance at Harry who gave a sarcastic wave. You flipped him off and turned back around. “It was a bad spare.” You lied. “Can you send help?” 

“Uh, yeah. It’s gonna be a couple of hours though.” Ben said. You groaned at the fact you already knew. “Thanks, Ben. I’ll make it up to you one day, I swear.” You smiled at Ben’s laughter. “Yeah, just hang tight.” With that, he hung up and you tossed your phone back into the center console.

You moved to sit back down in the backseat, instead moving into something solid. While you were preoccupied, Harry had slid into the middle seat right behind you. “What are you-” You squeaked as Harry pulled you down into his lap. 

He wound his hand into your hair again and bent you backwards, leaving your neck exposed. His other hand had a firm grip on your hip. You gasped as he licked a stripe up your neck, blowing on it to make you shudder. “W-what are you doing?”

“I can see it, ya know? I saw it earlier. Ya look at me the way I look at ya.” He murmured, low and close to your ear. “You lie and say you hate me but have still fantasized about this. About me.” He placed a kiss on your neck. Your shaking hands found their place on his knees. 

“Say you want this. Say you want me. Or I’ll let you go and we never have to speak again.” Your heart hurt in an unexplained way. This bickering love-to-hate routine you and Harry had fallen into naturally, for it all to stop one day? It seemed Harry Hook had somehow managed to worm his way into your heart.

“Harry...” You murmured, looking up at him. “I want you. Now.” You said with more confidence that you’d anticipated. He looked surprised but quickly adopted his signature cocky grin. “Atta girl.” He helped you turn around to straddle him.

You bent down to kiss along his jawline before planting one on his lips. It started innocent but quickly turned rougher and more passionate. Harry raised his hand and brought it down hard on your ass. You gasped into the kiss and pulled away, looking at Harry with an indignant look. 

“That’s for the fuckin’ attitude you’ve been giving me for the last 4 months.” He growled, voice deep and husky. “You’ll get a lot more later.” He said, his tone of voice making you realize you were in for a world of hurt later.

He tugged on the bottom of your shirt before pulling it off. He grinned and pulled you back for another kiss, slowly grinding his erection against your leg. You scratched his shoulders as you pulled away. 

“I’m not fucking you on the first date.” You said matter-of-factly. He looked at you, confused and a bit annoyed. “Technically it’s not even a date. More of a car invasion.” You crossed your arms, smirking at Harry. He narrowed his eyes before grinning himself.

“Either way, I’m still gonna rock your world, luv.” He smacked your ass in the same spot, making you hiss in pain. You climbed off his lap and leaned up against the door, Harry right on top of you.

You gripped the seat as Harry kissed down your neck, teeth scraping your skin. Your head was tossed back as he moved lower and lower. "Look at me." You glanced down and could barely make out Harry kneeling between your legs.

He started tugging on your jeans and you lifted up to help him. In one fluid motion, your jeans were tossed into the front seat. You whimpered, feeling exposed. Harry shushed you, breathing close to your lower belly. "Trust me."

Your heart lurches in shock as cold metal dragged its way up your leg and hooked into your underwear, tugging them down. You felt like your face was on fire.

You took a deep breath as Harry threw one leg over his shoulder and the opposite leg was pushed to dangle over the floor boards. You flushed again as Harry kissed gently up your thigh. You shrieked as he nipped your inner thigh.

"Fucker..." You stammered. Harry laughed before he leaned down close to your heat. He slowly dragged his tongue up your slit. You moaned loudly, one hand reaching to Harry's head, pushing him down.

You sighed and moaned into your hand as Harry continued his ministrations. "I- I wanna hear you." Harry murmured into your thigh. "I wanna hear how good I'm making you feel." His voice barely more than a whisper.

"Harry!" You moaned loudly as Harry blew cool air over your slit. "That's my girl." And he went back down on you, more aggressive this time. The air in the car felt thick and foggy, just like your thought process.

Harry moved to your clit, clearly tracing a pattern. He used one hand on hold your bucking hips down as he continued. "Are you-" You trailed into a high pitched whine. "Tracing your fucking name?" You shook violently.

You could feel Harry grin against you. He moved up into your face, noses nearly touching. "Yeah. And what are ya going to do about it?" He sneered, attack your neck again with a rigorous fever. "Mine." That one word sent a fire burning through you.

One of Harry's hands moved you your slit, two fingers slipping in easily. "Harry..." You moaned, tears coming to your eyes. He was still sucking and biting at the base of your neck and collarbone, clearly trying to leave a mark. You dug your nails into the back of his neck, making him let out a few curses.

Harry curled his fingers against your G-spot relentlessly, your legs shaking and your hips bucking wildly. "Harry!" You sobbed as you finally came, back arching and world going still.

It was quiet for a moment and the only sound was both of yours heavy breathing. Harry pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his pant, sitting back on the other side of the backseat. You sat up and pulled your legs back to you.

You winced, pain shooting through your body. "What the fuck did you do to me, Hook?" You muttered. Your legs and back were cramped up and it felt like you'd been punched in the neck. He laughed heartily. "Fucked ya up good, huh?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but agree. Between your dried tears on your cheeks and messy hair from rubbing against the window, not to mention all the bruises.

You glanced over at Harry who was looking at you curiously. "What?" He asked. You smirked at him, leaning over him. You ran you hand down his chest and iver the bulge in his pants, making him buck into your hand. "It's my turn now."

[pluviophile-bookworm]

HSMTMTS 2x9: so dreaded, so exciting, 'Sword!' (yeah, I went there, I've been thinking about this scene - you know the one - since yesterday for some reason)

After two computer malfunctions and a very tough, very sleepless night, here I am with a third attempt to write this post. The universe is against me today. Is Mercury in retrograde or something? Ugh, I just want to get this over with already. And I haven't even managed to see half the episode yet. You better like this cursed post because it's taken me two hours at this point, and will probably take another to finish - and that is if nothing goes wrong this time. Please bear with me. This is my reaction to HSMTMTS 2x9, take 3. Let's hope and pray it's the last one.

I'm normally [unpopular opinion alert] a very spoiler-positive person (it's the combination of anxiety and ADHD and a bunch of other stuff, I suppose), but for this one I've been refraining from looking at the tag all morning, so by now I'm simply bursting with impatience. But before we dive in, I need to get some stuff off my chest.

Some pre-watch thoughts and feelings (let's see how well they will have aged by the end of the episode):

Seriously, what is with whoever writes this show? I know it's impossible, but I feel like they've been toying with my emotions specifically all season. Like:

Ah, so you were a Rini shipper last season? Great, now we'll make them obnoxious and borderline toxic to the point where you actually want them to break up, but then their old chemistry will be back just for the breakup scene so that you can cry your eyes out over the one couple you couldn't stand - even though you can't seem to relate to a single song from Sour, we'll make you feel like you do for a hot second. At least it will remind you that you loved Ricky.

So you say Redlyn own your heart and soul? Great, we'll make you dread something going wrong with them for a week straight, and mess up your sleep schedule beyond repair over it. You're welcome!

We heard you said Rodfini give you life? Perfect, how about a big Seblos fight? And would you like a side of questioning your choice to stan Carlos with that? Because what is life without a little anxiety, a bit of doubt of your ability to read people, and a pinch of existential dread, right?

Ah, so you claimed not to ship Portwell romantically, is that right? Brilliant, we'll make you ship them and then we'll use that to torture you, too.

You've been excited about ABF and Asher Angel guest-starring ever since they were announced? Magnificent! We'll make you hate ABF's character to the point where you can't even look at him, and we'll make you call him names you thought yourself incapable of uttering. And as for Asher, you'll be left waiting for him until the last third of the season, and then you'll dread the possibility of hating his character, too. Do you love us yet?

Oof! Right then, I've got that out of my system. Time to dive in.

Miss Jenn playing around with the backgrounds is, like, 90% of the people who had online school this year, and honestly, I love that for her.

Wait, why is Nini first on this call? Are they going through with the Rose thing? Cos like, the song is nice and all (and, might I add, much more to my taste than nearly all of Sour, don't @ me), but if they use it, it will get them disqualified. They’ve been told that! Gosh, please let me be wrong about this.

We get it, Carlito, rich and fancy and over-the-top is kind of your thing, but have you stopped for a second to think about how others will feel about this? Especially Seb, whom you claim to care about. Seriously, though, I love Carlos and would not hesitate to die for him, but I’m getting the feeling that, unlike my other favourite (you know the one), he wouldn’t do the same for me. Oh well, he’ll figure it out. He’s just a kid. Give him time.

Wait, Milky White? Is that an Into the Woods reference I smell? Cool! If I had a cow, I’d totally name her Milky White (or Gertrude, but don’t ask me why). I just hope they don’t have to, like, take her to the market and exchange her for magic beans, if you catch my drift.

Ahhhhh, Caswell cousins content! We love to see it!

‘You guys are watching, like, old old movies’ WTH, Nini (or is it Nina)? Scary Movie is literally younger than me. But what do you know about it, you 21st-century baby! Ugh, I don’t know why I’m being so hostile today... must be the lack of sleep. Hope it doesn’t influence my reactions to the episode so dramatically as to make me forget how much I love this series. Because I do.

Yay! Big Red is here! I can finally smile. And did Ash just say they’re soulmates? Because yes they are! Ahhh my heart is going to explode.

‘Nini, have you heard from [Ricky]?’ Yikes, awkward... but of course, Big Red can be counted on to save the day here, too.

Ok, so that was a cool cold open. Time for some nice in-person scenes, though. I did not spend all of three semesters doing online school just to have the characters of my favourite series do the same.

Wow, Gina is really embracing that French accent thing! And I really don’t want to think about, erm, ‘Napoleon over here’ right now, but I really think the fact that she’s doing it better than him will be another piece of evidence towards my theory of fake-French!Antoine... ugh, I said his name. Oh well. Back to Gina. Too bad the French thing didn’t work out for her.

Ahhhh, Portwell with Ash in the background! And Ash is going to paint EJ’s nails! I feel like he’s going to end up loving that, despite what he says right now. But seriously, I just love how comfortable these two are with each other. Can you blame me now for shipping them as friends? Well, I mean, it’s obvious they will be more than friends, and somehow, despite the amatonormativity of it all, I’m here for it.

Wait, was that Asher? That was Asher, I’m 100% sure of it. And Gina said ‘a sign’ and then looked at him, even from the back... what am I supposed to think and feel here? I’m confused. Moving on.

Ahh, poor Ricky being a burrito... good thing that breakup scene last time reminded me that I love him, because the entirety of the season before that was very good at making me forget that.

Wait, did she say ‘the Bean’? As in, that Bean? The infamous Bean? LOL.

‘So the only time you two talk to each other is to gossip about me’ Boy, did I feel that. I once got my hands on my dad’s mobile and I... kind of went through his texts with mum. Yep, all about me and my brother. At this point I feel like they’re only together because of us. But this is getting too personal. I’m here about the episode, not to rant about my family. Moving on.

Yikes, looks like Nini’s got writer’s block all over again. Am I supposed to feel sorry for her? Because I kind of don’t. I mean, no hate towards her, none at all, but that entire scene just felt awkward and unnecessary. And not just because it’s her first time going live. That I can understand. What I don’t understand is why the writers can’t seem to do anything creative and interesting with Nini. Olivia is being wasted there. Idk, that’s just how I feel. Again, no hate.

Ahhhhh it’s Asher! And well, he’s not Jonah, but I kind of really like him as Jack. I wonder if that will last.

So is it just me, or is anyone else not quite sure how to feel about Ricky’s mum? I mean, their interactions seem kind of awkward and strained, but that’s how it’s supposed to be given their recent history, and yet something just doesn’t sit quite right with me.

‘You there, Muse? It’s me, Nini!’ Ah, so it’s Nini again? I didn’t get the memo. Gosh, this episode is kind of really underwhelming. The most exciting thing so far (but not nearly as exciting in practice as it was in theory) – Asher and Sofia’s on-screen reunion. The second most exciting thing? The thought of Ash painting EJ’s nails. Everything else? Kind of ‘whatever’. Is this what I tossed and turned about all night? Totally not worth it. This episode better get, like, 300% better right this instant. It’s just not worth all the frustration and excitement and dread so far.

Looks like my prayers from just now have been heard! That improv scene was hilarious! Guess it was lucky that Miss Jenn had them do improv before this moment. But I need to know more of Jack’s backstory now.

Ok, so that was awkward! So Kourtney is talking to Howie again, I guess. And I guess I know now what Carlos did that was all public and no subtle. Still, what’s wrong with posting photos from your holiday? Guess I don’t exactly know yet what Carlos did to piss the others off so much.

Great, now I’m tempted to google butterfly faces. Good thing I’m not eating anymore. *** Ughhhhh this was a mistake! Please don’t ever look a butterfly in the face if you want to stay sane. Don’t be like me.

Ahhh the Duke sweater! ‘Is that your boyfriend’s?’ Well, not quite yet, it’s not... *screams in Portwell*

Oh, now we’re talking! But seriously, Ricky? The ‘my friends think’ card? Why don’t you just say ‘I think’? It’s clearly something you’ve thought about a lot. I feel like I’m going to love this scene or cry over it or both.

Ooh, therapy. It’s not just... basically the entire fandom... who says it now. Please tell me that means Ricky will be going to therapy at some point. Says the girl who is currently firmly refusing to go to therapy in favour of hyperfixating on HSMTMTS and getting back into the good old practice of having imaginary friends... yeah, I’m one to talk.

My, my, my! Seb has really had it now. I mean, it was about time, but... not quite like this. My heart is starting to do some weird stuff, I can feel it. I might need to lie down.

Ok, so as much as I envy North High for getting to see so many shows on BWay – basically living out my dream – stalking East High on Instagram and being shady about them taking a well-deserved break... just goes beyond all limits. I mean, if you’re so into Broadway shows, you should know as well as I do what happened the last time a certain founding father did not take a break. Maybe you’re the ones in need of a break here.

Nini on the call with the Caswell cousins, though... ‘I’m obsessed with both of you’ – first relatable thing she’s said or done all season. And EJ playing with old toys is pure gold.

Oh, so Jack’s dad is a pilot. Makes sense, I guess. I’m kind of intrigued by this guy. Just as long as he doesn’t try to come between Portwell before they’ve had the chance to happen, you know...

Ashlyn might need to stop swooning over Nini’s songwriting or Big Red might get jealous... I mean, I would not have pinned him as the jealous type before 2x7, but ever since then... I guess insecure + dating a girl like Ash = the jealous type. And although that looks good on him, I’d bet anything it doesn’t feel particularly pleasant on his side. So... wait, why am I talking about Big Red? He hasn’t even got anything to do with the scene at hand. But then again, there’s been so little Big Red content in this episode that I seem to be trying to make up for it. Still. Stay focused.

Ooh, so Big Red did edit that video! Is there anything my boy can’t do? Ok, now I feel like he’s even more criminally underappreciated than he was before. But let’s look at the video. I’m curious to see the whole thing because that sneak peek from yesterday simply hasn’t been enough.

That was... really, really cool! I love how they took the ‘when they go low, we go high’ line from last time and run with it. Now if only they were putting as much effort into BATB... North High wouldn’t know what hit them.

Hmmmm... I guess Gina and Jack could be what I originally wanted Portwell to be... really cool friends. Unless it’s one of those ‘airport magic’ things. Oh well. It probably is. Was that all we’re seeing of Asher here? I did not wait 2/3 of the season for this. Though it was nice.

Ooh, Ricky’s solo song... why is there more Rini chemistry in this song than there was in all the season? Not counting the breakup scene, of course. Also, I feel like it’s just as much about him and his mum as it is about Nini. Some say music is the best therapy. I think they might be right. And no, I’m not crying. You are.

The granola bar, though... this episode might have been very underwhelming in the first half, but... it delivered in the Portwell front, and the music was *chef’s kiss*, so I’m willing to let it slide that the advertised Seblos ‘big fight’ was not touched upon nearly enough. Maybe next week...

Ok, now that we’re done watching the episode, let’s see how my feelings from the beginning have aged:

The Rini breakup: apparently, along with reminding me that I love Ricky, it has rendered me unable to look at Nini. What’s up with that? If this is some sort of tactic along the lines of ‘Olivia might be leaving the show so we’re making you hate her character so that you won’t miss her’, it’s not really working. Because I don’t want to hate Nini. Believe me, I don’t.

Redlyn: ok, so there’s nothing wrong with them whatsoever - we even got a ‘soulmates’, which I loved - but first they’re being swept under the rug, and then the antis come at us with that ‘their relationship is underdeveloped’ nonsense. Individually, though, I liked them in this episode (even if there was a significant shortage of Big Red), and Ashlyn collaborating with Nini again was cool, but... what I really wanted to see was her painting EJ’s nails. Did she even get the chance to actually do it? Maybe next week.

Seblos: I’m still failing to understand exactly what Seb thinks Carlos did wrong (please enlighten me if you did catch that, I’m kind of slow), but he (Seb) does have reasons to be mad at him (Carlos)... and at other people, too. Still, if you want to have a fight between two people in a relationship, you could do much better than whatever this episode was. Maybe next week. I notice I’m saying that a lot. Guess I’m putting a lot of hopes on 2x10. I just pray it doesn’t disappoint.

Portwell: boy, am I happy that my frustration on this front did not age well! What I mean is, apparently they’ve decided to bless us, not torture us for once. Even a rather disappointing episode like this one had to have some sort of silver lining. And Portwell is it.

Asher as Jack: well, luckily I didn’t hate him, but... it’s kind of the opposite problem. I loved him and now they’re taking him away from me. Guess I just can’t win here. Oh well. At least he didn’t have the screen time to get in between Portwell...

All in all: 2x10, my hopes and prayers are with you!

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note; holy shit so much has happened today!! reload is incredible, ridin is 100% my favourite song! according to my lastfm I’ve listened to ridin 43 times today I- whats everyone's favourite b-side? I think mines quiet down. ALSO Jongdae?? baby?? daughter?? 

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‘Ow!’ You hear Jaemin hiss from the other room.

You’re sitting on the sofa with Doyeon, relaxing with some ice cream and Netflix, while Jeno and Jaemin are building furniture in the nursery.

‘I’ll go see what that was-‘ you begin, but Doyeon quickly interrupts.

‘No! You stay here, I’ll go.’

A few minutes pass before she comes back to tell you that he’d only caught his finger, and that he was just ‘being dramatic.’

You were getting bored of the TV, the pixels burning harshly into your retinas. You just wanted to be left alone, or be with Jaemin. You were far too tired for all the noise and interaction that came with Jeno and Doyeon being there. You wanted to just crawl into bed and nap, your body was so achy, but you knew you couldn’t since Doyeon had come to hang out with you.

As usual, you were drowning in one of Jaemin’s hoodies, and you were using your bump as a sort of table for your ice cream.

‘I hope when that girl comes out you don’t use her body as a table,’ Doyeon remarked.

You glared at her, before saying, ’but that’s why I’m having her.’

She smirks and rolls her eyes before standing up.

‘I can tell you want to tell me to fuck off so you can go to sleep but you don’t want to.’

You look at her, attempting to feign ignorance, ‘No, of course not Do-‘

‘You forget we lived with each other for 2 years. I’m fine here ok? You go and try to have a nap through this racket.’

‘No, you came to see me-‘

‘Well I half came because Jeno was coming-‘

‘Wow, I’m hurt,’ you fake gasp, clutching your chest.

’Shut up, we all know how much you thirsted over Jaemin when you first started dating.’

‘And I do now-‘

‘Now go to bed! Or I will carry you to bed!’

You reluctantly put your ice cream back in the freezer and trudge into your room, pulling the curtains shut and shuffle your way into bed, sleep overtaking your tired and sore body.

In the nursery, Jaemin and Jeno were building the drawers that you had recently received, as well as the crib.

At first, when they’d tipped the parts out of the box, they’d sighed in defeat.

‘We’re never going to be to put this together,’ Jeno says.

‘Well, we’re going to have to. Otherwise, my child will be sleeping on the floor,’ Jaemin replies, before reaching for the instruction manual and beginning to flick through it.

‘How’s Y/N?’ Jeno asks while the Jaemin is hammering a nail into the board that Jeno was holding into place.

‘She’s ok,’ he grunts, before leaning back to take a break, ‘she just seems really tired these days. I feel bad because there’s not much I can do really. I want her to stay safe and stay relaxed as much as possible but I don’t want to stress her out too much. I don’t know… I think I’m just worrying far too much.’

‘You never used to worry like this,’ Jeno says, also leaning backwards into a sitting position.

‘There was never a baby involved then.’

‘You’ve changed a lot since Y/N got pregnant. I’m proud of you.’

‘I haven’t really felt myself changing. I think I’m just doing what feels natural.’

Jeno is silent for a while before speaking up again, ‘Are you scared?’

‘Are you kidding? I don’t know how to parent. I- I’m 19, my girlfriend is growing my first ever child and I don’t even know what to do, I don’t know how to hold her, name her, feed her-‘

‘You have your classes, Jaem,’ Jeno interrupts his rant.

‘R-right. But what if I do it wrong-‘

‘You won’t. You’re already such a dad, all you’ve done is stick up for your daughter and Y/N. The way I see it, being a parent isn’t your ability to feed or change them. It’s how much you love them and are willing to protect them. You went against Hyewon for them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that angry, with the thought of someone going after your family.’

‘Wow, since when did you become so old and wise?’ Jaemin laughs.

‘Shut up,’ Jeno hangs his head.

‘And anyway, what’s the deal with you and Doyeon?’

‘I would’ve thought Y/N would have told you.’

’She probably assumed you would have already told me,’ says Jaemin.

‘That’s true - I don’t know why I haven’t. It’s going well, we haven’t put a proper label on it yet but our dates have been perfect.’

‘That’s great man, I’m happy for you guys.’

‘This reminds me of when you and Y/N started dating and you’d tell me all about your dates.’

Jaemin laughs, beginning to think of all of the first times you went out with each other, smiling fondly at the memories.

There’s quite a few minutes of no talking between the two, before Jaemin sighs and stands back up.

‘We should probably keep building.’

Your eyes flutter open when you feel someone touching you.

The first person you see is Jaemin leaning over you, hand in your hair, rubbing your hairline softly with his thumb.

‘Good morning,’ he mumbles.

‘It’s morning?’ You sit up, surprised.

’Really?’

He laughs, ‘No, it’s only 7pm. I made you dinner.’

You assume this means Jeno and Doyeon have left, and that they probably finished - or massively failed - building a lot of the furniture.

You groan, feeling annoyed that he’s interrupted your precious sleep, ’Not in the mood to eat.’

‘You have to, Cletus is probably starving!’

You smile half-heartedly, ‘Give me a minute to wake up properly.’

‘Ok,’ he says, before leaning forwards and kissing you on the forehead.

You don’t want to get up, knowing you’re more eating out of pure obligation, not because you want to.

Your symptoms are always in full force in the evening, the thought of food making you feel dizzy and sick. You feel as though one bite of anything will make you throw up everywhere. You know in the back of your mind that now, more than ever you need food for your baby.

Three minutes later, you’re walking into the kitchen, arms extending above your head, eyes squeezing shut.

‘C’mon pretty girl, come sit,’ he gestures towards the empty seat.

You suddenly remember the thought you had when you had first woken up.

‘Did you finish the crib?’

‘Yeah, I unpacked some stuff too.’

You stare at him for a few seconds before saying, ‘are you gonna show me?’

‘Oh- yeah,’ he leaps to his feet before grabbing both of your hands, leading you out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

‘You didn’t have too much trouble did you?’ You joked.

‘Fuck off, we were fine,’ he laughs, before you stop in front of the nursery door.

‘Hurry up,’ you complain, dragging out the syllables and stomping your feet in a mock tantrum.

‘Patience, patience,’ he says, before leaning across you and opening the door.

The light isn’t on inside the room, its pitch black.

Jaemin turns the light on, and instantly tears fill your eyes.

In the corner, there’s a small white and grey crib, the one you had only bought last week, and inside there was a pink blanket, folded, alongside a small dog plushie.

‘You did this?’ You asked, even though you couldn’t see him through the blur of tears.

‘Who else would have?’

‘Jeno?’ you joke.

He laughs, before turning to look at the chest of drawers they’d also built that day.

‘We did those too.’

You notice there are no longer piles of stuff on the floor.

‘You put the stuff away?’ You exclaim as you rush over and start pulling draws open.

‘Of course I did,’ he smiles widely.

‘I could’ve helped.’

‘You were asleep.’

‘You should have woken me up. We could have done it together…’ you trail off.

‘I’m sorry gorgeous, next time I promise,’ he says before pulling you into a hug.

‘To make up for it, how about we go eat a nice dinner?’

‘Of course you think about food when we’re having a moment,’ you laugh, kissing him on the lips before grabbing his hand and heading to the kitchen.

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Disclaimer: I posted this story a few days ago, hating it, and regretting it the minute it was up. I re-wrote it, and hope you’ll like it.

The road so far…

Waitress. School teacher. Bartender. Hunter. Lulu has come a long way since she first met the Winchesters, including the father, John. Having left behind the occult for a life of peace, she was ripped out of it, when – once again – the Winchesters came in to her life. Realizing she is in the life now – for good – she also made a decision for herself. To live that life without the only man she has ever truly cared for. Both to keep him and his brother safe from leviathans, angels and demons; but also, because she doesn’t trust that her feelings for Dean are true – and not part of some higher plan set up by celestial powers.

Our story continues in season 8

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You’d be surprised how much info you can get in a library. This statement might seem ridiculous, because – of course – a library holds all the knowledge in the world. But there’s more than what you can find in books. There’s peoplewatching.

If you look at what people check out, you’ll learn a lot about them. That middle aged woman checking out a book on auto repairs – her car broke down, and he husband usually takes care of those kinds of things; but now he’s left her for a younger woman. The teenage boy with the masses of comic books in his arms – odds are there is at least one My Little Pony comic among them, that he’s too embarrassed to buy at a store; so he goes to the library to get it, hiding it among comics about big breasted women and superheroes. The woman sitting alone at a table with a massive paper cup of black coffee; surrounded by books on local history and papers and notes on the occult – if you came into the library on that specific day; that was me. And I was hunting a ghost.

I’d spent more than a year salting and burning my way across the states; avoiding any real fights, and sticking to the easier and more obvious cases, where all I needed was to open a grave, and take care of the bones. Managing to convince my ex, Pete – who was still reeling from the traumatic temporary memory loss he’d suffered, after being kidnapped by leviathans – to send my belongings to my friends in San Francisco; I was now free to disappear for good. No strings attached; save for the occasional call to Raul – letting him know I was alive, and still serving beer in Alaska. In reality, I was in Hartford, near Sioux Falls, South Dakota; having just picked up a box of old papers stood in the basement of a good acquaintance.

“How was your visit with the good sheriff?”, a female voice asked me. I jumped in my seat; having been deeply invested in a piece of paper scribbled over with rantings of what seemed like a madman – who’s every tenth word was balls. “Jesus Christ, Tamara”, I hissed. “You scared the crap out of me!”. My friend sat down across from me, and took the paper from my hand. “Bobby Singer… I still can’t believe what happened to him”, Tamara said sadly.

I rested my elbow on the table, and took a sip from my coffee. “When did you last see him?”, I asked. Tamara’s face was ghosted with sadness, before she met my eyes. “Years ago. Back when Isaac…”. She didn’t finish the sentence. “You never told me what happened to him”, I said. “I mean, you don’t have to…”. She smiled slightly. “It’s all right”, she said. “Demons. We were working on taking out a whole group of them, when… he didn’t make it”. She sighed. “Bobby was there; along with some younger lads… Sam and Dean Winchester. Heard of them?”.

It had been a long time since I’d heard those names. Even Jody didn’t mention them to me, when I checked in with her – as she’d insisted I do weekly, after that one time I called her from the ER, telling her about a tulpa in Minnesota; that I needed her to have the brothers check out. I’d had no idea what to do with it; and had ended up with a nasty gash down my ribs. She’d told me she hadn’t been in touch with them for months, and didn’t know how to reach them at the moment. I’d thanked her, but when she heard the sadness in my voice, she’d insisted on picking me up, and I’d spent a few days on her couch; eating lasagna and watching daytime tv. I’d been too afraid to decline, when she used her mom-voice on me.

I swallowed hard. “You worked with them?”, I muttered. “Only that once”, Tamara said. “Why, you know them?”. The corner of my lip twitched. “I saw that!”, Tamara gasped. “What?”, I croaked. “Which one…?”, she whispered. “Sam… he’s got that tall broody thing going”. She smirked at me as I looked away. “Oh… Dean… Sure you didn’t catch anything?”. “Tammy!”, I hissed. “Don’t you Tammy me!”, she retorted. “That car… is it to compensate; or does he not need that…?”. I met her eyes, and gave her a crooked smile. She grinned widely at me. I shook my head. “I have work to do”, I muttered.

Forcing myself to ignore the memory of Dean and his car – and Dean in his car; with me on his lap – I returned to the 1950 death of a young woman, who had ever since been seen, once a year, walking over a bridge near a lover’s lane. Tamara sighed. “I need to get to Kansas”. “That vampire nest?”, I asked, taking another large sip of my coffee. She nodded. “You sure you don’t want to join me? Girls trip?”, she asked. “You have all the help you need up there; and I never took down a vamp before. I’d just get in the way”, I answered. “But thank you for the ride here”, I added.

She stood up. “You, my friend, need a car!”. “Yeah… Digging up old graves and reading weird books doesn’t exactly pay well”, I muttered. The last car I’d had, had broken down three months earlier. She looked at me with worried eyes. “You can’t keep hitch-hiking across the country, love”, she said. “Bloody dangerous, that is”. “I’ll be fine. Really”, I smiled. I stood up, and hugged my friend goodbye; and promised to call if anything came up, she needed to help out with.

I took a bus back to my motel, and settled in for the night; with a beer and some day-old pizza. My burner-phone buzzed; and recognizing the number, I picked up. “Hey, Jody”, I said. “Did I forget something at your place?”. “Hey, sweetie. Uhm…”. “What? Jody…”, I demanded. “I just had a visit from a weird guy in a flasher-coat… he was looking for you”, she said. Castiel, I thought to myself – my heart leaping from my chest. “What did he… Did he hurt you?”, I asked; by instinct reaching for the angel sword. “No… But he wanted to know where you were”. She sighed. “Look, I don’t mind being your switchboard receptionist; god knows, things around here can get downright dull. But this guy…”. I chewed my lip. “I’m sorry, Jody… Did you tell him where I was?”, I asked. She scoffed. “You won’t even tell me yourself. How could I?”.

I sighed; unsure whether it was in relief, or something else. “You know, I’m aware you’re close by… I could just check all motels in a 40-mile radius for check-ins by classic rock superstars…”, Jody said, a smile in her voice. “Going full cop on me?”, I grinned. “I don’t use those anymore… too obvious”. “Burlesque names then?”, she said. “You caught me…”, I replied. As it was, I was checked in as Justinia Timberlake; going with boybands – for reasons I didn’t want to admit to myself. “Thanks, ma’…”. “Well, that makes me feel old… Anyway, he said he’d be back later tonight. Needed to find you. Do you want to be found by him?”.

I took a deep breath, pondering the question. No, I didn’t want to be found by the person who’d let leviathans loose on the world; causing me to be almost eaten by one 18 months ago. Yes, I wanted to see my friend; to know he was ok. He hadn’t hurt Jody to get to me, so maybe he was good Cass again. I sighed. “When he comes, tell him… Tell him I’ll be in the shower at the Motel 6 in Hartford. Room 13”. I’d know when he arrived if I could trust him. “That sounds… Ok, I’ll tell him. Be careful, Lulu”. “I will. Bye, Jody”. I hung up; and began preparations.

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Bobby’s journal had helped me out quite a bit in the last year, helping me keep under the radar by pointing out which motels were off the beaten path; and which monsters to stay clear of. Even after it seemed the leviathans had disappeared, I still kept well away from anyone and everything that might put me in contact with angels and demons – and the Winchesters for that matter.

Another thing it had taught me was the sigil I was currently writing on the wall; while still wincing in pain from the gash in my palm I’d cut to draw blood. All my belongings were in my backpack – which I was wearing – and my sword was in my hand. I was ready to repel a crazy angel; and to skip town quickly. I took a deep breath, and readied myself.

After what seemed like forever – just standing next to a bloody scribbling on a wall – I felt a gush of wind; and Castiel stood in front of me. He was covering his eyes with one hand, and holding out a towel with the other. The sight brought joyous tears to my eyes.

“Cass…”, I breathed. The angel carefully parted the fingers over his eyes – and satisfied that I was indeed dressed – he dropped the towel, and smiled at me. “Lulu. It is good to see you”. I dropped my sword, and leapt over to embrace my friend. Castiel reacted as he’d always done when I showed him affection; by tensing up, and gently patting my head. He smelled like old librarian mixed with fresh air, and – for some reason – musk and gunpowder. He’d been with them.

I let go of him, and stepped back. “What happened? Are you ok?”, I asked. The angel smiled amiably. “Yes. I am… myself again”, he said. “I have to apologize for our last meeting. I was… different”. I gave him a crooked smile. “I wish I could say it was water under the bridge, but you did kind of bad-touch me”, I said. “Not sexually, I mean… but still”. Cass chuckled. It was a strange – almost human – reaction. “Yes, I carved words into your bones. It is also why I haven’t been able to find you”.

I took off my backpack, and got out the small first aid kit I had in it. Castiel frowned. “I’m sorry, but I can’t heal you. I need to save my strength”. I shrugged. “It’s fine. I’ve been taking care of my own wounds for over a year”. “Yes, that is what others have told us…”. My breath hitched, and I tried to seem indifferent. “Us?”, I croaked; and began running a bandage around my hand. “Yes”, Cass nodded. “Me, Sam… and Dean. We’ve been looking for you for a few weeks. We need… your book. Bobby Singer’s book”. Just the book. Of course, it was just that. “We are working on… something”. I let out a scoffing laugh. “Well call me not surprised”, I said.

Cass stepped towards me. “So… you’ll give me the book?”. I narrowed my eyes at him. “No”. “No?”, Cass retorted with a confused look at me. “That’s right”, I smiled. “It’s mine”. “But… we need it”.

I took a deep breath; and made a decision. “Where the book goes, I go… So, I’ll go with you”. Castiel’s eyes lit up. “You will? That’s… good. I think”, he smiled. “I can take you right away”. He stepped towards me. “Wait, stop!”, I said. Cass halted. “Where?”. “Lawrence, Kansas. It’s a safe place, don’t worry”, the angel smiled.

I looked down at my feet. I was wearing my boots; that was good. I packed up my backpack, and put it on my back. I picked up the box of Bobby’s old papers; but Cass took them from me, so I wouldn’t have to carry them. “Ok… let’s go”, I croaked.

Castiel lifted an arm, and walked towards me; putting his hand on my shoulder.

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We were standing by a large mound with what looked like an old factory building seemingly growing out of it. My legs felt like jelly, and Cass grabbed my arm to steady me. “We’re here”, he said. “Where’s here?”, I asked breathily. “I’ll show you”, Cass smiled. We walked up a small road, and passed a black car I recognized from my past – and my dreams and nightmares. Cass led me to a metal door sprouting from the mound. “It’s inside”, he muttered, and opened the screeching door for me.

I stepped inside and was met by a dark spiral staircase leading downwards. Castiel walked ahead of me; which I was thankful for, as I didn’t trust my own legs, and would rather be caught by him, than fall and break my neck. Suddenly a warm light hit me, and I stepped out on a balcony overlooking a large room outfitted with a large table made out as a map. The scent of library hit me, and I understood why Castiel had smelled the way he did when I hugged him. The large room was warm and inviting; but also looked very official, with it’s filing cabinets, and papers on the table.

Castiel walked ahead of me down another flight of stairs, and put the box of papers on the mapped table. “I’m back!”, he called out. “About time!”, a voice that sent shivers down my spine growled. “Please tell us you got something. At least dinner”. “I’m afraid I didn’t have the time to get food for you”, Cass said, and walked towards a large archway leading to another room further inside the bunker – as I decided this place was. “Dude, I gave you 20 bucks for burgers!”.

I considered turning around and leaving. I screamed at myself internally to just haul ass up the stairs, and never come back. But I couldn’t.

Castiel stood in the archway, and looked up at me. “I brought the journal… And a guest”. “You shouldn’t bring people here”, I heard Sam’s voice. My heart pounded, as I heard footsteps across hardwood floor; and then my 6’4 friend stood in the archway with the angel; looking the direction he was. His jaw instantly dropped, and his eyes sparkled.

“I want my 20 bucks back, dude”, Dean said as he joined the other two. “I could eat a…”. He looked up. “Lou…”. Castiel frowned. “You can’t eat…”. “Shut up”, Dean croaked, stepping down the few stairs into the large concrete floored room.

I took a gasping breath; having to remind myself to breathe at all. “Hi…”, I rasped. Dean seemed unsure what to say. “Hey…?”. I began descending the stairs into the room; taking care to hit every step just so, so I wouldn’t trip. Before I hit the last step; Dean took four long strides towards me – and threw his arms around me – holding me tight against him. I put my arms around his neck, and he lifted me down the last steps. Musk, gunpowder, whiskey – Dean. My warm, constantly five o’clock shadowed, strong; yet so fragile, Dean.

I had to tear myself from him; taking short breaths, and trying desperately not to inhale him even further. It was agony. His eyes where as deep and soulful as ever, and the corner of his lip lifted; giving him an expression I couldn’t define as whether being relief, joy or pain – or maybe all three at once.

“Lulu?”, Sam croaked from behind me. I turned around, and threw myself into his arms, earning a spin in the air, as he lifted me. “Hi, Sammy”, I breathed. He squeezed me tightly. “Air!”, I gasped. “Sorry”, Sam chuckled, and put me down; before stroking my cheek.

All four of us stood for a moment, before Castiel cleared his throat. “Well, Lulu is here now. She has the book”, he said. “We can get on with our work”. “Just give us a moment here, Cass”, Sam said. “How are you, Lulu? We’ve been looking for you”. ”You shouldn’t have”, I muttered. “I know, you made that pretty clear last time we heard from you. But…”, Sam began. “We need Bobby’s book”, Dean said; having stepped up next to me. Right, the book.

I raised a brow at him. “My book. And you can’t have it”, I said. Dean frowned. “But… we need it”, he said. “So do I”, I retorted. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Why does it feel like we’ve had this conversation before?”. “Because we did, agent Osbourne”, I chuckled. “Right”, he smiled.

Sam – who apparently just needed a bucket of popcorn for the entertainment he was getting from our conversation – stifled a smile. “Lulu, we’re working on something pretty big here”, he said. “What?”, I asked. “Saving humanity”, Dean said. “Again?”, I sighed. Sam let out a soft laugh. “Wouldn’t be us if it wasn’t, right?”.

I walked up the stairs into the other room, which walls were covered in filing cabinets and books. “What is this place?”, I asked, in awe. Sam followed me into the room. “This is The Men of Letter’s bunker”. “Who are they?”. “Us… now”, Dean shrugged. “We’re kind of like a secret society”. His smugness was tangent of embarrassing. “Look, we’ll fill you in on whatever you want…”, Sam began. Dean cleared his throat, and suddenly looked at his brother with hard eyes.

I rolled my eyes. “This again…”, I muttered. Dean frowned. “What?”. “We need to keep you safe. Keep your head low. Stay here. Go there”, I imitated his growling. “I don’t sound like that!”, Dean growled; proving my impersonation had been right on. He frowned at me, looking cute as a button doing so. I sent him a pouting smile. “Whatever. We need the book”. “And I told you. You can’t have it. I need it”. “For what?”, he grunted. “For jobs”, I replied.

Dean pursed his lips, and blew out a deep breath; clearly trying to control himself. “So you have been… doing jobs…”. “Of course I have”, I said. “What else am I supposed to do? Officially, I think I’m probably dead. There aren’t a lot of teaching gigs out there for dead chicks, who hit the road with fugitives”. He stepped over to me, and grabbed my hand. “And what’s this?”, he asked, pointing at the bandage on it. “A precaution”, I said. “Against me”, Castiel said. “Lulu was right to be careful. Last time she saw me…”. He looked down in remembrance; clearly still ashamed of his former actions.

Dean unwrapped my hand. “Sam, this needs stitches”, he grunted. I tore my hand from his grasp. “I’m fine”, I muttered. “You’re not fine, Lulu. You’re bleeding. Just let us fix you up”. I shook my head in surrender. “There’s a needle and some floss in my bag”, I said, and took of my backpack. “We have actual medical supplies now”, Sam smiled, and disappeared through a door.

Castiel slipped away as well, leaving me and Dean alone in the large room. I sat down at one of the large tables. Dean sat on the edge of the table. “So, hunting?”, he muttered. “How’s that treating you?”. “Well enough”, I said. He clenched his jaw. “Huh… How do you take down a werewolf?”, he asked. “Silver bullet”, I said. “Vampire?”, he continued, raising a brow at me. “Decapitation or fire”. “Shojo?”.

I let out a frustrated breath. “I have no idea, Dean. Never met one”, I said. “Never met a werewolf or a vampire either”. “Good, you’re not ready for any of that”, he said. “You shouldn’t even be here right now”. “It’s not safe”, I imitated him again. “Stop”, he grunted. “You have no idea how to be a hunter. Or what you’re getting yourself mixed up in by coming back here with Cass”. I clenched my jaw. “You’re right on one of those two accounts”, I said. “No, I don’t know what you’re working on, and it’s probably much to dangerous for me. But yes – I do know how to hunt. At least partly. And I’m learning as I go. Isn’t that what everybody does?”. He scoffed, and shook his head with a sarcastic smile. “In over your head, sugar”. “Screw you, Dean”, I growled.

I got of my chair; almost making it topple over from the force of my movement. “I have been working jobs all over for a long time now”, I hissed. “I’ve been playing it safe, yes; but what I’ve been doing, matters!”. Dean rolled his eyes. “Lou, you’re…”, he began. “A newbie. Unskilled, untrained; and with a desperate need for better equipment than the .45 you gave me 18 months ago”. I drew my lips back in a sneer. “But I’m not an idiot, and I don’t want to die. I’m not gonna throw myself at monsters I know nothing about, and can’t take down. But I have to learn to survive in this job, and I’m learning by working”. He shook his head. “You have no idea what you’re talking about”. “Then tell me!”, I yelled. 

Dean suddenly laughed. The gesture made me want to smack him across the face, but my hand still hurt from the cut. I snatched Bobby’s journal from my bag, and held it up. “You want this?”, I snarled. “Then you treat me with a little more respect for what I’ve been doing the last year!”. I grabbed my bag, and stormed towards the stairs. “Lou!”, Dean called after me. “Go to Hell…! Again!”, I yelled over my shoulder.

I heard him run after me, and he grabbed my arm. “I’m sorry”, he said. “Really…”. I turned around to face him. “I don’t need your permission to do something I’m actually kind of good at”, I said. “You don’t know…”. “You’re right. I don’t”, Dean said earnestly. “So, tell me… please. Maybe I… we can help”. I calmed my breathing. “Let go of my arm”, I croaked. He instantly stepped back.

Sam returned with a box. “We’re out of disinfectant”, he said. “Whiskey it is”, I muttered. “Please tell me you have that”.

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Soon after, we were seated at the big table; as Sam was carefully stitching up my hand. “So, Ohio… ow! Bloody hell, Sam!”, I hissed, as he poked the needle through my skin. “New curse words, Lou”, Dean chuckled. “And fancy English ones as well”. I smiled. “Yeah, speaking of Ohio… ow”, I continued. “A crazy nurse had been killing patients in the 40’s; and the hospital was closing down – pissing her off something fierce… ow”. “Sorry”, Sam muttered, and pulled at the surgical thread. Dean poured me another drink. “Go on”, he said.

“She was suddenly nabbing pretty much every and any patient she could”, I said; before taking a sip of the whiskey. “I was looking up where they’d buried her after her execution, but it turned out she’d been cremated”. “What did you do?”, Sam asked. He made a final stitch. “Remind me to smack you across the face, when this heals up”, I muttered. “That hurt!”. He chuckled at me, and began wrapping up my hand in a clean bandage. “I found out from an old picture that she had a locket around her neck; which they took from her before she died. It was displayed at a museum in Dayton; and when I tracked it down, I met another hunter”. I looked up at Dean. “Tamara”.

Dean looked stunned. “Tamara? As in British Tamara?”. “Yeah”, I smiled. “She’d gotten there before me; and like me, suspected a strand of hair might be stuck in the locket. I distracted the security guy long enough for her to nab it”. “How?”, he frowned. I looked at him innocently, biting my lip. He looked at me exasperatedly. “You didn’t… Please tell me you didn’t…”. I rolled my eyes. “Sleep with him? No. I just flirted with him a little”. Dean swallowed hard. “You do that all the time”, Sam grinned. “That’s totally different!”, Dean growled.

Sam shook his head. “Then what?”, he asked. “Salt and burn”, I smiled. “Which is pretty much all I’ve been doing. I haven’t been taking on anything hardcore. Yet”. “Really?”, Dean asked warily. I grimaced. “Well… about 9 months ago I came across a tulpa. I thought it was just your every day ghost, and I was just checking out the house; when it attacked me. Salt didn’t work, or iron…”. Dean suddenly looked tense. “What did it do to you?”, he growled. I lifted my t-shirt slightly; exposing a mostly white scar down my ribs. Dean reached over the table, and made to touch it, but I dropped the fabric, and sat back in my chair; finishing my drink in one go. “I had no idea what to do about it, but Bobby wrote something about you guys taking one out some years back; so I called Jody”.

“I asked the sheriff to help me find Lulu”, Cass said, having reappeared with a bag of Mexican food. “I have… taquitos. And jalapeño poppers”, he added, with a soft smile in my direction. “Ranch?”, I asked. The angel nodded. “I love you!”. Castiel cleared his throat. “I have warm emotions towards you as well”, he said.

“So, you called Jody. Why?”, Sam asked; packing up the medical kit. “To get her to have you take care of it. But she said she couldn’t get in touch with you”. Dean scratched his chin. “Yeah, Cass and I were in Purgatory, and Sam hit a dog…”, he muttered. I shook my head. “Nothing’s ever easy with you guys, is it…”.

I opened the bag Castiel had put on the table, and dived for my poppers. “Yum. Extra cheese”, I hummed. I noticed Dean’s eyes warming almost endearingly; but when I licked my finger for a stray dollop of dressing, his gaze suddenly darkened into something else. He parted his lips, and his eyes fastened on my mouth. My breath hitched, and I shook myself – quickly wiping my mouth with a napkin. “I’m gonna go grab the beer”, Dean grunted; and left the room as quickly as he could.

“So, what are you working on?”, my voice broke. “We found a tablet”, Sam said. “The word of God”. My eyes widened. “The actual word of God?”, I breathed. “What?”. “We’re going to use it to seal Hell. For good”. I nodded. “That sounds like an awesome idea!”, I smiled. “How can I help?”.

“You can’t”, Dean grunted, returning with three beers, and a bottle of seltzer for Cass. “This isn’t on you”. “But you need my book”, I said. “And you’re not getting that without my say so”. He tilted his head, and gave me his trademark smirk, sending electric jolts straight to my core. “We could always take it from you”. With bated breath, I put my sword on the table; keeping my hand on the hilt. “I’d like to see you try”, I croaked. “All right, you know…”. Dean clenched his fists, before rolling up his sleeves. I stood up. “We gonna dance now?”, I said; trying for menacing – and failing miserably. “Let me just get my NSYNC-album”, he snarled.

“Ok, guys! Stop!”, Sam called out. “Lulu, Dean’s right. This is a pretty dangerous operation we’ve got going on here. You shouldn’t get involved”.

I clenched my jaw, and took a deep breath to calm myself. “Tell you what… I’ll go back to my own work; and you three can figure out how to save the world without Bobby’s journal”, I said; beginning to put my jacket back on. “When you decide to stop acting like dicks, and let me in on why you’re trying to mess up my job, by taking away my research…”. “It’s Bobby’s research”, Dean snarled. “That he left for me!”, I yelled. “And it has my additions”. I went to grab my bag, when Dean snatched the journal from it, before I could reach it. He held it over his head, as he had my sword, years ago. “Don’t do this…”, I hissed. “I watched plenty of roller derby games, sweetheart. I know your moves”.

His smug smile lit a fire in me, like none other I had never felt before. I ran at him, throwing my shoulder against his chest, making him stumble backwards, and knock over a chair. The journal fell from his hand, and slid across the floor; and I threw myself after it. Dean grabbed my ankle; and I fell to the floor, on my stomach. I tried to kick myself free from his grasp – and reached the book; clutching it to my chest under me. Dean straddled me – his strong legs keeping me in place – and he twisted my body around by my shoulders. We wrestled for the books, and when Dean grabbed my wrists – forcing them over my head – I finally had to let go. He looked at me with hard eyes. “Take it”, he growled; still holding me in place. “Dean…!”, Sam yelled; running over to us. “Take it, Sam!”, his brother roared. Sam took the book from the floor, and looked at me with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Lulu”, he muttered.

Dean stayed on top of me – holding me down. His weight on me made my body scream for his touch; at the same time as I wanted him to let me go, and to never touch me again. He looked enraged; but then a thought seemed to cross his mind – one that made him realize what he was doing. He let go of my wrists, and I pushed at his chest hard; making him get off me. Castiel came over, and helped me to my feet.

I stormed out of the room, and down a hallway of doors with numbers on them. Once I found number 13, I opened the door, and stepped inside; slamming it shut behind me.

I took deep breaths – fighting tears and hiccupping sobs. Looking around the room, I tried to focus on what I was seeing, to distract myself. Damn self-help books, I thought to myself. Please help me now. Five things I could see. A bed, a desk, a chair, a book on 1920’s psychiatry, and a dresser. Four things I could touch. I stood up. The floor, the wall, the comforter on the bed, and the gun in the back of my jeans. Three things I could hear. The clock ticking over the door, the drips from the faucet on the sink, and my own footsteps. Two things I could smell. Gunpowder and musk. Dammit. One thing I could taste. The whiskey I’d had earlier.

With one final breath, I felt my heart settle – before it sprang up in my throat again, when the door knocked. “Lou…? Can I come in?”. I stood with my back to the door, not answering. “I know you’re in there. Table 13; always table 13, right?”.

Dean opened the door, and stepped inside, closing it behind him.

“I’m sorry, baby… I didn’t mean…”, he began. “I still… It hurts… even being in the same room as you”, I croaked, and a tear fell down my cheek, as I turned around – making Dean’s face fall into a pained expression. “I keep trying to get over you… Hunting, drinking… sex”. He winced at the last word. “I tried it all, Dean, but it never works”. “I know…”, he breathed. He might as well have added an I feel the same – his eyes gave away the words. “Why doesn’t it work?”, I whimpered.

He stepped towards me, but I held up my hands to stop him. “Don’t… please”. I balled my fists up – forcing my body to stay in place, and not walk into his arms. “You can use my book. You have 48 hours, then I want it back”. Dean nodded solemnly. I closed my eyes. “After that, I’m gone. For good”. I crunched up my brows, and opened my eyes again, looking at Dean with as much determination I could muster. “You don’t look for me, don’t ask for me – pretend I’m a stranger if you hear my name”. Dean’s lips parted, but I continued before he could speak. “I’m done. I can’t… see you. It hurts to much”.

Dean’s eyes watered. “Lou, please… don’t do this”, he breathed. “Don’t throw me away like this”. “I’m sorry”, I rasped. “This isn’t real. If they hadn’t planned it, we would have never gone beyond that first kiss; you know it as well as I do”. He shook his head, and a tear escaped his eye. “I lo…”. “You don’t”, I said. “You think you do; but it’s only because I was made for you. I have to be my own. And I can’t, if you keep popping up in my life”.

Dean closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. When he looked at me again, I saw complete defeat in his gaze. I’d just broken his heart. “Ok. If that’s what you want”, he whispered, a tear escaping his eye. I wanted to say It’s not. I want you. I want us. But I needed a clean break, and I believed Dean needed that as well. “48 hours. Give me back the book, and you’ll never have to see me again. It’s better this way. For both of us”. Dean nodded. “You can stay in here, if it’s easier than being around me”, he muttered; eyes on the floor. “I’ll stay away”. “Thank you”, I croaked.

He left the room, and I closed the door behind him.

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I stayed in the room for hours, curled up on the bed. At one point, there was a knock at the door; and when I opened, there stood a tray outside, with food and a bottle of seltzer. I sent a warm thought to Cass, and took the tray inside; eating my meal in peace. There was no entertainment in the room – save for the outdated book on psychiatry – and after finishing my meal, I was going stir crazy.

I tried to catch a little sleep, but couldn’t rest properly; and decided to leave the room. Avoiding going in to the library, I snuck down the hall; and examined my surroundings. I found a large kitchen, outfitted to serve a large amount of people. The fridge was filled with leftover fast food and beer; making it clear that the Winchesters had yet to become all the way domesticated. Down a smaller hallway was a large storage room, with things I was quite sure I shouldn’t be touching. I left the room as quickly as I had entered.

Passing another few numbered doors, I went past number 21. The door was slightly ajar, and inside, Sam was bent over Bobby’s journal, seemingly enraptured by what he was reading. He looked up, and met my eyes – sending me a crooked smile – before I hurried away, to avoid conversation. He didn’t follow.

I found what looked like an old-fashioned gym; and my eyes widened in glee. Here, I felt at home. The punching bags and boxing gloves reminded me of my sessions with Raul. I took off my boots, and grabbed a pair of gloves that seemed to fit my hands – turning my attention to one of the bags.

Punch, punch, kick. This I knew. All my frustrations – the pent-up emotions – I let travel through my arms and legs; as I attacked the bag. “You’re angry”, Cass said; having appeared in the doorway. “I’m… no”, I said. “You’re distraught”, the angel tried. “Something like that. I’m sad. Frustrated…”. I punched hard at the bag. “Tired”.

Muscle pain was building up in my shoulders, and I took off the gloves; dropping them on the floor next to me. “I thought you would be happy to see your friends”, Castiel said. I was thinking of a good way to explain my emotions to him. “I can’t… be happy. Not now”. “Why?”, Cass asked. I chuckled. “Talking to you is like talking to Rain Man”, I said. Castiel grinned. “I’ve seen that movie now. Uh oh, fart…”, he chuckled. “But I would like to understand”.

I punched the bag hard with my stitched-up hand; wincing from the pain. I held it up for Castiel to see. “This – pain – I can feel it. It’s real”, I said. “Impact… physical reaction… It makes sense”. “And happiness doesn’t?”, Cass asked. “No, because I can’t trust it… it’s not real”. Castiel looked like he was pondering my words. “But your physical interactions with Dean… those make sense, don’t they?”. I groaned. “Me and Dean… Is… was, more than physical”. “Yes I know”, the angel said. “You have feelings for each other”. “But they’re not real”, I explained. “Why not?”. “You should know”, I scoffed. “Angel…”.

Castiel seemed even more confused. “I’m not following”, he said. I shook my head. “I… just can’t do this anymore”, I breathed. I put my boots back on. “I’m going back to my room. You have about 40 hours left with my book”. I left the room and the angel behind.

I was feeling sweaty, and decided to search for a shower. The many hallways were confusing; and I finally caved, and decided to ask Sam for help. Arriving back at room 21, the door was closed, and when I knocked there was no answer. I opened the door to see if he was inside, but all I found was a made bed, and some clothes over a chair. I walked back towards the kitchen, and bumped in to Dean; who was leaving the room with a mug of coffee in his hand.

“Sorry”, I muttered, as I noticed his coffee having spilt slightly over the floor. “I’ll clean that up”. “Don’t worry about it”, he said quietly. “I got it…”. “Ok”, I nodded. “I just…”. He looked at me hopefully. “I was looking for a shower”. Dean nodded. “Down the hall, to the left by my… by room 11”, he said. “Thank you”, I whispered; and scurried off.

Finally finding the showers, I got undressed, and turned on the water. The water pressure and temperature were amazing; just like everything else in the bunker. So far, everything I had seen here was perfect. There were clean rooms, a well-stocked library, access to training equipment and weapons, and my friends were here. And Dean. I could stay here, and be happy. But it wouldn’t be real.

As I let the water drip over my naked body, I leaned against the wall. I began questioning my choice to continue hunting. I’d have never started in the life, if I hadn’t met the Winchesters – if angels hadn’t put me in their path. Maybe angels had sent the maren after me to begin with. Maybe I should quit.

The thought was comforting and terrifying all at once. I’d have to start over – again. Be a teacher or tend bars; that was all I knew, other than what I had been doing the last year. And I loved hunting, I helped people; even if I never let anyone know why their houses stopped having flickering lights; or why hospitals stopped losing patients who had only minor injuries. I stayed quiet about what I did; didn’t need the glory.

Turning off the water, I realized I hadn’t brought clean clothes into the bathroom; and wrapped myself in a large towel – slipping quietly down the hall to avoid meeting anyone. I passed room 11, and heard voices from inside.

“She doesn’t really want to be here, Cass”, Dean muttered. “Why? I don’t understand. You two…”, Castiel began. “Because it’s not real!”, Dean growled. “Your… ass-butt brothers made her specifically for me. It’s not real, it’s forced on me… and her”. “Dean…”. “Find some way to break this bond we have. It’s not fair to her…”, Dean said. “I can’t do that…”, Cass said quietly. “Why?”, Dean roared. There was no answer. “Cass… just get out”. The door began opening, as if someone was pulling at the knob, and I ran for room 13; closing and locking the door behind me.

Good. He was on the same page as me. And maybe there was a way to break our bond; and make me free of these feelings. Maybe Cass just didn’t know how to, and I just had to find another angel – or whatever – to help.

My phone rang – distracting me from my thoughts. “Yeah?”, I answered it. “Lulu. It’s Tamara”, my friend said. “Hey, Tammy. What’s up?”. “I need your help. My partner didn’t show up; and this nest isn’t a one-woman job”. I sighed. “Tammy…”. “I know, I know; but I really need you on this one. Think of it as a learning experience”. I frowned. It would be a good way to learn, I agreed – and I trusted Tamara knew what she was doing. On top of that, I needed to be as far away from Dean as I could. “Give me the address…”.

After Tamara had let me know where to meet her, I got dressed quickly, and put on my jacket. Almost running through the library, I saw Sam now bent over a strange looking rock, by the mapped table. “I’m going out. I’ll be back for my book”, I muttered, and went to get my backpack, when I realized it was missing. “I packed up a bag”, Sam said. “It’s got some better equipment for you; if you’re gonna keep up hunting”. I looked over my shoulder at him. “Thanks”, I muttered. “Welcome”, he said.

He handed me a canvas backpack, with a little more weight than my own. I opened it, and saw bullets and a large knife, and a machete in a leather sheath. “Silver ammo, iron knife; and there’s a zippo in the side pocket”. “Weres, witches and vampires. Got it”, I said; and put on the bag. Sam frowned. “Where are you going?”. “Just… out. Meeting a friend”, I said. “Do you have a car I can use until I get back?” He threw me a set of car keys. “There’s a Dodge parked a little way down the road. Take it. And uhm… my number. Just in case”. He scribbled down a number on a piece of paper, and came over to hand it to me. I smiled warmly, and pocketed the keys and the note. “How long will you be gone?”, Sam muttered. “As long as it takes. That’s how the job is, right?”, I shrugged. Sam’s face dropped. “What job?”, he demanded. I sighed. “Don’t worry. Your care-package here will keep me safe”, I smiled. “I’ll be back before you know it. Maybe you’ll even have a few extra hours with my book”. “Lulu… what job?”. I got on my toes, and kissed his cheek. “Bye, Sammy”. I ran up the stairs, and exited the bunker.

I found my “new” car half a mile down the road. It was rusty and sad looking; and fit my state of mind perfectly at the moment. I got settled in the driver’s seat, after having set the Dodge up the way I wanted it. Surprisingly, the engine started without trouble; and I turned on the radio. Dean must have driven the car before, because a tape began playing Girls Girls Girls. I was smiling sadly to myself, as I drove the car out on the road at the bottom of the mound.

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[let-love-run-red]

The Adventures of a Single Father-2

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Day after day after day Adam went through the same routine. Wake up at least four times a night, take care of Cody. Get up in the morning, resist the urge to send a cinder block through his floor to shut his neighbors up, take a shower and bathe Cody at the same time (he'd found it was easier to hold him during a shower), then pack everything onto his bike and ride around looking for people hiring. His most promising job offer was at Grumpy's cafe. The manager Ray was an ass. Also a friend of Hannah's, and he didn't need to get mixed up with her shit again.

Today, however, his routine was interrupted when he heard a loud crash in the apartment next door to him followed by a distressed female voice. Adam shot from his sleep, glancing around frantically. Cody was still sound asleep in his crib. Adam breathed a sigh of relief, he hadn't been getting enough sleep lately.

"Matt! That was my favorite table, oh no." He heard through the wall. He groggily sat up as a male voice started yelling. Adam sighed and climbed out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweat pants and running his hands through his hair. He padded out of his room to the front door and opened it to see a crew of people moving things into the apartment next door to his. He watched for a moment, until a woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair stepped from the apartment, tapping at something on her phone before shoving it in her pocket and whirling around to look at Adam.

His breath caught in his throat when he saw her face. Her perfect (e/c) eyes shone with a light he hadn't seen in anyone before. Her skin looked so soft and radiant as she caught his gaze and smiled a perfect smile that made his heart leap to his throat. She was gorgeous.

"Oh I'm so sorry, did I wake you?" She asked. Adam found himself swallowing in an attempt to get his words out. He'd never had a problem talking to girls before, why was it so hard now?

"Y-yeah, yeah. Um, it's not a big deal I just, I heard you saying something about a table?" He said, squinting in her direction and stepping into the hall. She looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on his bare chest for a moment before returning to his face.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." She explained. Adam glanced back into his apartment, watching closely for any movement from Cody sleeping in his crib. Cody shifted slightly and Adam tensed, ready to run to him, but there was no sign Cody was going to wake up soon.

"No you're fine, I just had no idea anybody was moving in." Adam explained, returning his gaze to her. He almost couldn't look into her eyes, they were so incredibly perfect and nearly glowing. She tilted her head in confusion, her smile faltering a little.

"Oh, they didn't tell you? I'm sorry I should've gone around and introduced myself then." She said. She stepped forward and held out her hand. Adam took it in a firm handshake.

"I'm (y/n), I'm moving in next door." She said with a giggle. Adam smiled and was about to introduce himself when there was another loud crash. Adam stood up straight and bolted back into his apartment when Cody let out a startled cry. Adam quickly reached Cody's crib, picking him up and shushing him gently. Cody pressed his body against Adam's bare chest, using one tiny hand to grab at Adam's hair. Adam lifted Cody so he was resting against his chest, his head on Adam's shoulder, and walked back to the door. He felt bad leaving (y/n) so quickly.

When he looked out of his front door again, (y/n) was arguing with one of the men who had been moving things in and out. The man was easily twice her size, but she didn't seem to flinch as she berated him for dropping one of her boxes down the stairs.

"Honestly Ryan, I hired your company because you promise the upmost caution when moving things. So far one of your men has broken my dining room table, another nearly dropped the box clearly labeled fragile, and now you've somehow managed to break my washing machine." She ranted. The man looked at her, avoiding her gaze. (y/n) sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"I think that's enough for today. If you keep up this noise you're going to wake my other neighbors too." She said. Ryan cleared his throat and nodded, looking to the ground as he plodded back into the apartment. He returned a moment later with two other men, all of whom seemed sheepish as they walked out of the apartment. (y/n) let out a sigh before turning to walk back into her apartment and spotting Adam, her gaze quickly traveling to Cody resting against his chest.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, did they wake him up?" She asked, gesturing to Cody. Adam shrugged as Cody chewed on a lock of his hair.

"He's easy to comfort. He never cries for long." Adam said, gently pulling his hair away from Cody. Cody let out a quiet burble of protest before Adam lowered him and held Cody on his back, his head resting in the crook of Adam's elbow as Adam offered his finger for Cody to chew on.

"I'm Adam, by the way." Adam spoke, pulling her gaze away from Cody. She smiled and stepped towards him.

"It's very nice to meet you Adam." (y/n) said. Adam smiled at her, about to speak when a large dog came barreling up the stairs. It was larger than a Saint Bernard, and larger than any dog Adam had ever seen. He held Cody closer to him as the dog lumbered towards them, and (y/n) turned to look at the large creature. She let out a loud laugh and knelt on the floor, holding her arms open. The dog ran towards her and sat in front of her, allowing her to wrap her arms around the dogs neck.

"Moose! Good boy, oh I missed you." She said, ruffling the dogs fur. The dog panted happily and Adam heard somebody running up the stairs after the dog.

"Oh my God hun I'm so sorry his leash slipped out of my hand as we went up the stairs and I was trying to get him but I couldn't run too quickly bec-" The voice cut off as the woman reached the top of the stairs, catching sight of Adam in nothing but a pair of sweatpants.

"Who's this?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at (y/n). (y/n) grabbed the dogs thick leather leash, standing up and looking at the woman.

"Laura, this is Adam, our neighbor. Adam, this is my roommate and my best friend Laura." (y/n) introduced the two and Laura walked towards them, holding her hand out for Adam to shake. Laura was rather short, only reaching Adam's shoulder, and had long brown hair with deep brown eyes. She had a sharp edge to her as she stepped back, looking at Cody in Adam's arms.

"This is my son, Cody." Adam explained. (y/n) cooed at Cody, who smiled around Adam's finger while Laura kept her distance.

"Cute. Hey (y/n) did they bring up that box yet?" Laura asked. (y/n) turned to look at Laura.

"Oh yeah, they almost dropped it. I don't think anything broke though." She said. Laura nodded and glanced down her shirt, sighing and reaching into her bra. Adam jolted in shock as she pulled out a spotted white snake. The snake coiled itself around her arm and stuck its' tongue out at her.

"I get it you don't like it it's cramped, but it's the only place I can keep you warm enough." She said to the snake. The snake stuck it's tongue out at her again, stretching it's body towards her. She sighed and let the snake drape itself around her shoulders and neck before turning to the stairwell.

"Oh Chris babe I said I'd help with my stuff in your car." She said, rushing towards the stairs to take a few boxes from the hands of a large man. He was about as tall as Adam, with dark brown hair longer than his own. His shoulders weren't quite as broad as Adam's own but Adam didn't doubt this man could hold his own.

"I guess you're meeting the whole gang today," (y/n) teased as Chris approached the two, arms laden with boxes he maneuvered into the apartment. He did the guy head nod to Adam as an acknowledgement as he kicked the door open and shuffled the boxes in his arms.

"That's Chris, Laura's boyfriend." (y/n) said. Adam nodded, watching as Laura followed Chris with a few smaller boxes in her hands. The two reappeared a moment later, Chris leaning in the doorway and Laura with the snake wrapped around her neck twice.

"So uh, Laura, the snake..." Adam trailed off, watching as Laura disentangled the snake from around her neck and allowed it to wrap around her arm. The snake stretched towards Chris and he stuck his tongue out at the snake with a chuckle.

"Oh yeah, this is Basil, short for Basilisk. He's a piebald ball python and he's my baby. Yes I keep him in my bra when we're moving because I definitely don't want him with anyone else and if he gets cold he dies so." She said. Basil stretched back towards her neck and Laura let him wrap around her neck once more.

Adam gave a slow nod before turning his gaze back to (y/n) to see her checking the time on her phone, letting out a quiet curse.

"Laura I'm running so late for Moose's vet appointment, are you ok, here, I mean?" She asked. Laura nodded and waved (y/n) away with a smile.

"You know we'll be fine (y/n), go get him his paperwork and the updated tags." Laura said, gently bustling (y/n) away. She waved a quick goodbye to Adam before jogging down the hall, Moose trotting at her heels. Adam turned to look at Chris, meeting his intense green eyes. He had a smattering of freckles across his nose and dark bags under his eyes. He looked older than his presumed age, but still confident.

"Well, it was lovely meeting you, and Cody, but Chris and I have some unpacking to do." Laura said, turning to Chris in the doorway. He chuckled and did air quotes as he mouthed the word "unpacking" and Laura shoved him in the door. Adam chuckled and called out,

"I'm headed out in about fifteen minutes and you don't have neighbors on the other side of you, be as loud as you want." He joked. Laura's face went red and Chris leaned out of the door to high five Adam. Adam chuckled as Laura dragged Chris back into the apartment and shut the door. There was a soft click from their lock as Adam stepped back into his apartment. Cody was staring up at him with wide eyes. Adam lifted Cody to his face, rubbing his nose against Cody's much smaller one and smiled at Cody's giggle.

[blackcoffee85]

Tender Moments Drabble #20: The Petty Game

"Maxwell. If it wasn't for the impending birth of our daughter, I would have already strangled Madeleine." Facing Maxwell, Simone bends down and leans in to kiss him softly on the lips after storming into their living room.

"Your day was that bad huh?" Maxwell shuts off the TV and pulls Simone into his lap, her back facing his chest. Maxwell delicately places his hands on and starts to rub her protruding stomach.

Simone takes a deep breath. "In the grand scheme of things, no. But I am this close to firing her, Max."

"What do you need right now?"

"First, I need you to wrap your arms around me and rest your head in the crook of my neck." Maxwell happily complies with Simone's request. Simone lets her shoulders fall as she nestles into Maxwell's arms.

"What else do you need, Little Blossom?"

"You know what I need, Max."

"Do you want to play the petty game?"

"I need to play the petty game."

"Ok, Little Blossom. Name your top five songs - they don't have to be in any specific order - that remind you of Madeleine."

"Hate on Me by Jill Scott. Bring Me Down by Kanye West and Brandy. Surfin' by Kid Cudi and Pharrell. 9 -"

"Surfin'? Where did that song come from and how does that song remind you of her?" Maxwell questions with a perplexed look on his face.

"When she gets on one of her 'I know Cordonia better than you’ rants, I deadpan and tune her out. I picture myself on a beach surfin' on my own wave rather than listening to Madeleine's annoying ass. That imagery never fails to put a smile on my face and help me refocus to deal with her bullshit for the rest of the day."

"Thank you for that explanation."

"Shall I continue?"

"Please do."

"99 Problems AND Lucifer by Jay-Z. In this case, I would probably say that my number one is Lucifer."

Maxwell chuckles and kisses Simone on the cheek, still holding her comfortably to his chest. "Wow, I'm impressed. That was faster this time. Last time it took you about two minutes to get that out."

"Yeah well, that's just how pissed I am. I’m surprised you didn’t ask about why I chose Lucifer.”

“Why would I? It’s Madeleine. Would you like to continue the game?”

"Yes, please. I'm not quite done venting yet."

"Ok, then we will continue the game. Same rules as the first round. Name five songs that make you think of us."

Simone smiles and allows her mind to cycle through various moments, beginning with the night they first met to now. "I Want You by Marvin Gaye. You Were Meant for Me by Lalah Hathaway. Loving You by Nikka Costa. He Loves Me by Jill Scott. All I Do by Stevie Wonder. Be Good to You by Vivian Green. Feelings by Van Hunt. That was more than five, but I see you have no intention of cutting me off."

"Why would I do that? I like to be flattered too!"

Simone chortles at Maxwell's response, feeling her anger further subside.

"Plus, I figure this is helping you vent." Maxwell laughs against Simone's neck and the vibrations send chills down her spine. "Last round as I sense you are feeling better. Same rules. Five songs that come to mind when you think of our daughter."

"Dreamland by Lalah Hathaway. Pebble to a Pearl by Nikka Costa. The Thrill of This Love by Van Hunt. Ask Myself by Robin Thicke and DNA. by Kendrick Lamar."

"Damn, those are some good songs for Zora!"

"That they are. I think my favorite of this list is Pebble to a Pearly by Nikka Costa. Did you know that Nikka wrote that song about her daughter? I met her at Jazz Alley in Seattle and I told her how much I loved that song. That's when she told me she wrote it for her child. She is such an underrated talent."

"Then it's only fitting that you chose it for our Maxi."

"Yes, I suppose it is."

"Are you feeling better now?"

"I am,” Simone responds in a lighter tone. “Thank you for always knowing what I need and when."

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[soccermomsteve]

Thomas part 3 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Plot: High school best friends Peter and (Y/N) share a variety of cute moments that lead to (Y/N) developing a crush on lil ol Pete :)))

A/N: Hi! Sorry for the wait! I’m doing blurb nights on Saturday nights, or we can talk about whatever! Feel free to give some feedback and request some more stuff :) xx

Warning: fuckboy Pete, derogatory female nicknames, a few curse words maybe, AND ANGST

Part 1    Part 2

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“I told him I loved him MJ, I looked him straight in the eyes and said I love you.” You told MJ with teary eyes.

“You’re lying!” She gasped.

“Why would I lie? I hate that he’s my best friend, I hate it. He broke my heart but I can’t just kick him out of my life, he’s been here since the beginning. I don’t know what to do.” You groaned now annoyed rather than sad.

“You forget him, put space between the both of you, so you can live your life without feeling this pain. You deserve to have the summer of your life, we’ll go to parties, you’ll meet guys, and you will live without Peter.” MJ smiled.

“Did you say we’ll go to parties? As in, the both of us?” You asked, to which MJ nodded, “You really are my best friend! We are going to have a blast!” You exclaimed.

-

The very next day you used that Snapchat streak timer to your advantage, 24 hours and that streak was gone, the text messages between the both of you were now more rare and less chatty than they used to be, and the nightly calls had ceased since the day Peter turned you down. Anything to squash the bug.

Since having seen Peter two weeks ago, and having not talked to him in five days, MJ treated you to a party at Flash’s house, and she let you pick out her outfit, just to help you feel better, still. She really was more of a mother than a best friend at times.

You were still sipping the soda you had gotten since you got there, eating some pretzels that were laid out in the bowl on the counter, watching the people in the over crowded house with MJ. 

“This is boring.” You mumbled, more than upset that you wasted your valuable time and energy to get ready.

“Where’s Penis Parker?” You heard Flash ask, seeing him talking to Ned out of the corner of your eye.

“He said he was out with Liz, who knows.” Ned replied with a shrug, now heading over to where you and MJ stood, unaware of the pain that stabbed you in the chest at the thought of Peter being out with Liz, when you had told him you loved him.

Ned made conversation with MJ as you stared into the emptying bowl of pretzels, thoughts of Peter and Liz running through your mind and filling you with anger- but more hurt than anything.

You thought you were over him, you had essentially cut him out of your life, thinking you were stronger and better now that the pain he had caused you was gone, but the mere mention of his name caused you to realize just how much hurt Peter had caused, how weak he made you feel.

-

After MJ had dropped you off at home, the house being empty because your parents were out on a weekend long date, you stormed up to your room, slamming the door closed and began to tear down any and all traces of Peter from your room.

The picture of you two in third grade? Trash. The teddy bear he won at a carnival just for you? Trash. The weird bracelet that Peter made you freshman year with the ugly mismatched colors? Also trash. You went until you had a tiny trash can over filled with remnants of Peter Parker.

Little did you know, Peter was not out with Liz, he was out as Spider-man, but Ned was a horrible liar, and Peter could’t tell you he was Spider-man, that would put you in danger, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. 

Peter had spent the last two weeks wondering what he had done wrong, he missed you. He wracked his brain for anything he could have done wrong, he dropped you off right in front of your house, you posted like normal on social media, so that was well, normal. He texted you and tried calling you every night like he usually did, but he never got an answer or got a passive reply. 

He walked around like a stalker around your house on multiple occasions, day and night. You knew this, you often looked out your window and saw him in the car or walking around, sometimes your parents would even tell you, but they knew something was off, so they didn’t invite him in. 

He saw how often you were gone, maybe you had a boyfriend, but in two weeks, really? He didn’t remember you making googly, love stricken eyes at anybody at school, the only time he had seen you blush around a boy was with him. Could he be the problem?

Yes! He was an idiot, on the night that you trashed the idea of Peter Parker, the light bulb went off in his very empty head. You told Peter you loved him! He called you his side chick and then drove off! He owed you more apologies than he had time for.   

-

A knock was heard on your door, at midnight, so you moved slowly, looking through the peep hole before you opened the door. 

“Hello, Peter.” You stated, with no emotion. 

“(Y/N), I owe you an apology. I am such an idiot.” Peter stated.

“Oh is that it? You’re an idiot, yeah, I know that. I told you I was in love with you, and you called me your side chick and you main ho. I am not and will never be anybody’s ho, Peter, and that is the last thing in the world that I wanted to hear when I spilled my feelings to you. Quite frankly I am surprised you didn’t realize sooner, since you flirted with me like there was no tomorrow, you may be an idiot, but I’m an even bigger idiot for thinking that whatever you told me was real. I should have known that you just flirting out in the open was not real. My point was further proved when you were out with Liz tonight, even after using me out in the open, please explain how you got the girl when other people thought we were together?” You ranted.

“I wasn’t out with Liz, I ok- I’m Spider-man. The other stuff, I know I led you on, and I’m sorry I am the world’s biggest dick. I can’t live without you (Y/N), I made it three days before I was waiting outside your house for the slight chance that I might be able to see you and talk to you, I don’t know about what, but I was here. I like you a lot (Y/N), I can’t tell you I love you yet, but I promise if you let me in, I can redeem myself and be the guy you need me to be.” Peter let out.

“You’re Spider-man?” You asked.

“Yeah... is that really all you got from that?” Peter questioned.

“You started with that Peter, I heard the rest, I accept your apology, you may come in.” You replied, moving out of the way.

“So...?” Peter trailed off.

“So, you’re a super hero! Why didn’t you tell me? I bet Ned knew, oh my gosh! He did, didn’t he?” You could go on longer, but Peter stopped you by gripping the sides of your face, pressing his forehead to yours.

“We can talk about all this later, but we just let out a lot of emotion, I owe you something.” Peter whispered.

Feeling bold, you simply replied, “Kiss me.” 

Peter leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, he smiled, feeling your lips moving against his own. He should have done this sooner.

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[dazzlingfantasiesblogs]

Hurricane P32

Happy x Reader

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ only please! If under 18 kindly un-follow me! 

Notes: Shit is getting heated!!

Gifs and pics are not mine

Tags: @jenny885 @trippinjenni @moodygrip

After sex and a nap you woke up. Stretching out you seen him still sound asleep. You hurd a knock at your door and pulled a robe on and over your naked body. You seen it was Kozik. Opening the door he stepped in. “Lorenzo’s sleeping..” he nodded a bit walking to sit on the couch. He seen your dress on the floor and Lorenzo’s tie. “I see you had fun.” You laughed a bit and a slight blush came upon your cheeks. “Yeah.. well..” “Do you feel bad for it?” Kozik asked eager to know. “Not at all. Honestly.. it felt right.” Agreeing he sighed a bit. “I need to talk to you about something.” Kozik fidgeted slightly. “Ok shoot.” You sat next to him on the couch. “Well… How do I put this…. I need you to talk to Happy.. just kinda talk him down..” “No.” Lorenzo said walking down the stairs. “Why would you put her through emotional pain?” “We can both be there to help her.” Kozik stood up looking at him walking down in basketball shorts and a tank top. “Ultimately it is what you want to do, but.. I get wanting to give the guy a chance to rant on how much he loves you and blah blah blah.. but frankly I am getting sick of him stringing you along and then hurting you.” You glared at Lorenzo slightly. “I am sorry my love, but.. I just.. it pisses me off.” Sighing you knew this was going to hurt someone either way. “Let me think about it brother.” Kozik nodded standing back up brushing his hands on his pants slightly. “One more things sis.. remember either one of us will be not be mad at your choice. Lorenzo and I love you no mater what.” He eyed Lorenzo as you nodded to the both of them, knowing it was more for the club if anything.

Gemma called you asking to come to the party she had planned that night. TM had made its year projections is five months thanks to the marketing plan you had. You did not want to go but Lorenzo pushed you too. Saying it was in your honor. The trade off is that he would have to go with you. He gladly accepted. As you got ready for the party that night, you did you makeup dark and smokey. Your hair in a high pony tail. Walking down the stairs Lorenzo whistled at your outfit. “I swear you are trying to make someone jealous.” You rolled your eyes a bit laughing at him.Dressed in black shirt, leather jacket and black ripped skinny jeans and heels. He was dressed in black ripped jean and black shirt, he slid on some black vans. Both of you walked out of the house, Kozy following behind the both of you.

Pulling up to the club house the music was thumping so hard you could feel it rattle the concrete. Lorenzo and Kozy stayed close as you opened the door. Walking into the hazy atmosphere you seen Gemma sitting at the bar. “Hey Gem.” You walked up to her. She seen you and wrapped her arms tightly around your waist. “Hello sweetie! How are you?” “Ok I suppose.” You shrugged your shoulders telling a lie. “You must be the handsome Lorenzo.” Gemma stuck out her hand. Lorenzo shook it laughing it off slightly. “And you are the queen of SOA. Nice to meet you.” “Here you two have a drink.” You nodded ordering a tequila sunrise and a beer for Lorenzo. You sat on the bar stool chatting about sales and how everything was going for the shop. Lorenzo listening in and letting his mind wonder a bit. He would steal glances of you in those sexy jeans. He so badly wanted to drag you back to the Jeep and fuck you in the back like you two used to in the back of Kozik truck when you all would go camping and Kozik walked off with a woman. “There they are!” you and Lorenzo hurd a familiar voice of your brother walking over. He kissed your head and hugged Lorenzo. “Glad you two came!” you laughed a bit nodding. “Wanna play some pool? If that is ok Gemma?” “Sure.. go ahead.. take her from me..” she joked nodding to Kozik.

Racking up the balls it was you and Lorenzo against Kozik and Lily. It was good to see she didn’t get frightened off after the first party. You did the break and landed solids in. “You are not going to trick me this time sis.” You laughed a bit talking about when you would pretend to lose and then kick his ass in pool. After sinking in three balls it was there turn. Lorenzo had his arm around your shoulders, his drink in another hand as you both watched Kozik and Lily closely. After sinking in two balls Lorenzo went ahead and sunk everything but the eight ball. “Damn.. when did you get so good?” “When I was hustling the big dogs.” You laughed a bit nodding waiting for your turn again. You finished your drink and went and got another. Squeezing in between two people you ordered. “Hey can I get a tequila on the rocks and a whisky on the rocks please?” the bartender nodded and poured you your drinks.  Turning around you went to get back to Lorenzo and the game. Something blocked your way and you looked up. “Are you trying to make me commit murder?” you looked at Happy utterly confused. He pressed a finger to the hickey on your chest you forgot to conceal. The feeling of his rough finger tips on you made you shake slightly in want. Happy had a major effect on you, despite everything. “Well it felt really good.” You smirked moving away from him. He grimaced at the sheer thought of Lorenzo on top of you, marking your body. Your moans where his name instead of Happys. “Can we talk?” Happy went to grab your arm and you moved to the side slightly. “Only way I am talking to you.. is if I have the two of them.” You nodded to Lorenzo and Kozik. “No.. just us…” you choked out a laugh walking away from him. Happys eyes narrowed down to your ass, how good it looked in those jeans.

Handing the whisky to Lorenzo you sipped your tequila. “What’s wrong..” Lorenzo tilted your chin up slightly. “Happy stopped me.. wanting to talk. Pointed out my hickies.” You mumbled. Lorenzo look over to see him in the crowd. His eyes narrowing at him. “Shoot the eight ball in babe.” You nodded turning around. Easily you lined up the shot. You felt a hand on your ass and seen Lorenzo on the side of you. “Come on babe!” you shot it in winning the game. “Heya!!” you yelled happily. Lorenzo pulled you in his arms “So amazing..” he pressed a kiss to your lips, slightly deepening it. You knew this kiss was territorial. It was a big FUCK YOU to Happy. However at that moment, you just could not care. Your lips melded well together. Pulling away he took the breath from you. A smirk playing on his face. “Another drink love?” you noticed you both already drank it all. “Sure!” he nodded leaving to the bar. “KOZY!!!” you looked over seeing Tig on the ground petting the dog who was not far from you.  The croweater of the night for Tig was slightly annoyed. Kozy licked Tigs face. “Be careful Kozy.. don’t want no STDS..” “Aww come on doll.. not nice.” You laughed a bit at Tigs puppy dog eyes imitating Kozys. “Can I chill with him?” you looked at Tig nodding. “Anything happens to him your dead.” He nods walking to the couch, Kozy hot on his trail.

“Hey! You two stop!” you hurd Gemma and seen Lorenzo and Happy squared up. You jumped through the crowd getting between them. “What is going on?” “We need to talk Y/N! He refuses to let me talk to you alone!” “I told you that Happy. Lets take this outside!” both boys where reluctant at first but followed you to the parking lot. “I just need to talk to you.” “So what? Then you can get her on your good side again and be all good for awhile till you find that bitch and get your dick wet?” Lorenzo spoke out, his arms crossed annoyed. “I.. I don’t want anyone else..” Happy knew he was fighting a losing battle. He betrayed your trust and he knew damn well he did. “How many croweaters have you slept with since you left two and half years ago?” you asked an honest question. He took a deep breath. “You don’t wanna know…” “I do.” You spoke up. “Over thirty..” you winced at the number turning around. “I have slept with one guy. A guy I would bet my life on. A guy who I have known since we could only use a number 2 pencil in school!” you yelled back at him. “I wouldn’t dare hurt her like that..” Lorenzo spoke up. “I have slept with other woman.. Hell I have been engaged to be married in the past. But her and I where never a real couple. We have been such close friends for so damn long.” Lorenzo sighed a bit. “I know she loves you and it will always only be you. But she needs to know there are other options Happy.” You looked at Lorenzo. “I love you baby girl more than life itself. You know I do. I am joyful just to be around you and Kozik since I left. If you got with Happy we would never change. Because I know that we are strong friends. But you need to see another side. He is just going to keep hurting you.. till he sinks as low as possible.” Lorenzo looked to Happy calmly. “He is right, I do love you happy.. but I can not keep trying to figure this out. I have a business to figure out and things to get done. Traveling to do. I love SOA and have and will continue to help them.  I am sick of thinking if I leave where else he will put his dick!” you yelled louder than intended. You where on the offense and it was quite obvious by your body language. You took a step towards Happy. “Lorenzo’s right, fall like I fell.. then you will understand pain.” Kozik walked out seeing your aggressive demeanor and sprinted between you and Happy. Kozik gently put his hands on your shoulders, right away you felt calm. Safe. “Sis.. it will be ok..”  you nodded and Lorenzo reached for you hand taking it in his. “Lets go home and get another drink..” Happy hurd the way he used ‘home’ and lost himself right there. He watched as you two walked away, hand in hand. He seen your shoulders shiver slight, Lorenzo wrapping his arm around you kissing your head. You two walked to the clubhouse to get Kozy and then leave.

[justyourcasuallysufferingdad]

As Long As It Takes

Chapters: 1 (you are here), 2

Summary: Thomas started taking medication for his anxiety. Virgil has some concerns.

Ships: Platonic LAMP (but hey if you’d like to read it as otherwise, go right ahead).

Warnings: Angst, fluff, medication, talk of medication. Let me know if I should add anything!

Word count: 2120

 Authors Notes: Hey look, I actually posted it! I’m super anxious (ha) about posting this since it’s the first fanfic I’ve ever written. I actually only ended up writing this thanks to @sandersstudies (check out their fics, they’re great!) making a good point, so, thanks! Oh, and sorry for the garbage. I might write another fic if I get an idea so if anyone likes this trash and would like to be added to the tag list for future Sanders Sides fics, feel welcomed to let me know!

It had already been a month since Thomas had begun taking his anti-anxiety medication – of which the three other sides approved of – but Virgil still felt the nauseating pit that had welled up in his gut when Thomas made the decision.

It’s not like he disagreed with it per se, in fact, Virgil was surprised that Thomas hadn’t done it earlier, what with Logan making that suggestion for years, and with Patton and Romans encouragement; but he couldn’t help but feel the ever-growing cold apprehension that was anxiety – not surprising, considering Virgil was that very emotion.

In fact, now that he thought about it, it might not be all that shocking that Thomas hadn’t started taking them earlier. Anxiety can often overtake logic, after all.

Virgil felt quite guilty, honestly, even though he couldn’t help the way he felt. He had prevented Thomas from potentially reaching goals all because of – what was it Thomas had said? Ah, that’s right; “Thoughts I create, questions I ask, fears I have. Nothing more.” Virgil was an inconvenience at best and a potent hindrance at worst, and in this case, he was the latter.

But could anyone blame him? No one knew what could happen if Thomas put himself out there, let alone take medication. What if it didn’t work? What if it only made things worse? What if Thomas was allergic to something in the pills and it killed him? Was that even possible? And Virgil, what would happen to him? Would he just disappear? And why… why had the others seemed so insistent on the matter? Hadn’t they all become closer after filming the Accepting Anxiety videos? Was it all fake? Did they really want him gone?

Virgil realised that perhaps that painful feeling in his gut, that bilious churn, was…hurt. Hurt at the thought that after spending years and years as the outsider, as the antagonist, and then finally feeling accepted and safe, happy even, that maybe it was all fake; like the plays Roman acted out.

He couldn’t see Patton falsifying such a thing, but what if he didn’t know the pun-loving dad figure as much as he thought?

Virgil sighed as he moved to get more comfortable on his bed, adjusting his headphones so they wouldn’t fall off. All these thoughts were causing a flutter of dread to rise in his chest. Usually, he would already be deep in a state of panic, but not this time. Probably the medication, he thought somewhat bitterly.

Sudden knocking at the door caused him to jump up, heart fluttering.

“Virgil!” A voice called. Patton. “C’mon down, kiddo, dinners ready!”

Maybe he could get out of it?

“I made your favourite!”

Darn, he couldn’t, lest he make the epitome of sunshine cry. He’s been avoiding them too much lately anyway, if he keeps this up they’ll start asking questions, and that’s what he needs least of all.

Sighing and rubbing his tired eyes, he stood and made his way to the door. He hesitated before finally opening it.

Dinner was an awkward affair, at least it was for Virgil. He sat silently, playing with his food as Roman and Logan fought over Thomas’ goals, the argument – sorry, conversation – from the video that day continuing into the mind palace, despite Thomas coming to a conclusion.

“What do you think, Sad’s So Raven?”

Virgil’s musings were interrupted by Roman.

“What?”

“Roman wishes to know your view on the issue, that is what Thomas is working towards,” Logan started, “which should be stability in not only income, but health as well, and not some elaborate fantasy built upon fiction.”

Roman gasped, offended, “Well I’m sorry that some of us can’t see the bigger picture, Grumblesaltskin.”

“As much fun as it is watching you two fighting, didn’t Thomas already figure that out?” Virgil asked with a raised brow.

“Virgil’s right!” Patton called, “There’s no need to fight; especially with the issue resolved.”

Logan rubbed his temple in frustration, “The issue may be resolved for now, but eventually one like it will arise once again. It’d be best for everyone to be agreement by then so that it can be dealt with efficiently.”

“I’m not saying I disagree with that,” Roman began, “but we shouldn’t just go through life following the same pattern day after day. Do you realise how boring that’d be? And what about reaching Thomas’ dreams, like the Broadway one?”

“I’ve already said that it’s ok to work towards aspirations, but the main focus must be health and income.”

Virgil felt his heart flutter as the argument continued, the noise and tension causing him to feel claustrophobic and anxious – shocker.

He looked up to see Patton staring at him with concern. He held his gaze for what felt like hours, but in reality, was mere seconds, before breaking the contact and glaring down at his plate.

Patton cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the other two, “Why don’t we talk about this later and watch a movie? We’ve been working really hard, after all; some of us more than others.” Due to Virgil staring at his plate, he didn’t notice Patton’s eyes flick towards him, nor Roman and Logan’s expressions of guilt.

“O-oh,” Logan stuttered awkwardly, “Yes, of course, it is always important to rest when needed.”

“Right!” Roman nodded.

Patton beamed as he swooped everyone’s plates up, humming and walking briskly to wash up.

As Logan and Roman made their way towards the couch, Virgil headed towards the stairs, praying that no one would notice.

“Where’re you going, Breaking Sad?

Damn.

He quickly pulled his hood over his head and turned to Roman, “Er, just to my room.”

“Don’t you want to watch a movie? You can pick!” Patton smiled as he walked out of the kitchen.

“No, um, I’m good. You guys have fun.” Virgil really didn’t need interaction right now, he’d only bring everyone down, anyway.

Once again, he turned to leave but was suddenly stopped when a firm hand landed on his shoulder, causing him to jolt in surprise. He turned to face the offender. Patton? How did he get their so fast?

Noticing Virgils’ unease, Patton loosened his grip, though it still remained.

A sad smile fell upon Patton's’ face, “What’s going on, kiddo?”

Virgil frowned, and licked his suddenly dry lips nervously, “Nothing’s going on.”

A snort drew his attention as his eyes darted to Roman, who was now standing in front of Virgil, with Logan slightly behind, but close.

“That’s rich.”

“Roman.” Patton warned.

“I’ve told you, I’m not the cutesy, wordsy side! Ok?” Roman turned to Virgil, “Somethings obviously going on and I’m… concerned.”

Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes, “Do I need to repeat myself? I said nothing’s- “

“Falsehood.” Logan, who was uncharacteristically quiet, interrupted, “As Roman stated, it’s obvious you’re in some form of distress. Sharing what may be burdening you could help to alleviate it.” Logan attempted to offer a comforting smile, but it turned out more as a grimace. He never was good with emotions.

Before Virgil could form a reply, Patton spoke, “Yeah, I mean, we’re family! You can tell us anything!”

Virgil's heart fluttered at that word. Family. They were family, right? He could talk to them? That’s what families were supposed to do. At least, that’s what Virgil though, though, his experience with a such a thing was near to nothing.

His thoughts, as they always did, quickly turned dark.

What if that was a lie? What if none of them are concerned? Do they really want to know what’s wrong? To talk to him? To have him around? What if they were just acting as if everything was normal until he finally disappeared because of that damn medication?

He felt his breathing quickly picking up. His heart rate increasing. That feeling of nausea returning and tunnel vision forming. Tears began to pick at his eyes, which he quickly blinked away. Oh no. Please no. Not a panic attack. Not now!

“Virgil.”

He gasped quietly as he eyes whipped to Patton.

Patton smiled softly, his grip tightening for a second as if to comfort. “It’s ok.”

Virgil stared. Stared and stared and stared. Until finally, he broke. He told them everything. About the medication, his concerns towards it. His fears that he’d vanish from the mind palace, from Thomas. About his fear of what would happen to Thomas or the other Sides if he was gone. About how the medication was making him anxious, but not at the same time, and how confusing and frustrating it was. He told them about his deep fears, the ones he never shared. How he was afraid that the acceptance was real. That none of the other three truly wanted him there. That they only said he was family, so they could have him on their side to better Thomas – which he wouldn’t disagree with, if it was to protect Thomas. The fear that they all intended to get rid f him with the help of the medication, which was why they were so insistent on it.

Throughout the sudden rant, Virgil did not once make eye contact with the other three, resolutely staring at the ground

At some point, he’s not sure when, but he sat down on the steps. It was only once Virgil finally finished speaking – and came back to the present – did he notice the warm tears pouring down his face, and the even warmer feeling around him.

Patton was two his left, holding Virgil tightly in his arms, while Roman sat at his feet, with a hand on Virgil's’ knee and leaning on his thigh. Logan sat to the left of Virgil, a small distance away as to not make him feel too crowded but close enough to hold his shoulder tightly.

Virgil couldn’t help but wonder, why were they hugging him?

Despite the affection, he waited. He waited for them to tell him that it was true. That all of it was true. That no, they didn’t want him, and that they had been using him.

He waited.

And waited.

Finally, someone spoke.

“We’re sorry.” The voice watering and soft. Patton

Virgil looked at him in confusion.

“Yes, that was inept on our part.” Logan.

“We- we thought you knew. We’re sorry.” Roman.

“What…?” Virgil couldn’t even form a sentence

Noticing that both Roman and Patton were too emotional to explain, Logan spoke up. “What Roman means is that we all believed that taking medication would not only be beneficial to Thomas but to you as well. It would lessen your feelings of panic quite significantly.”

“Which was why,” Roman continued, “we kept pestering Thomas about it. We care about you as much as you care about him, believe it or not.”

“You’re our family, Virgil.” Patton went on, “You’re not just something we could just throw away or get rid of. I-I’m so sorry. I’m sorry we made you feel that way. I’m sorry we never thought to speak with you about it. I’m sorry we just assumed. I, we, need you to know that you’re wanted here. You’re ours. And we’ll remind you as much as you need to no matter how long it takes, even if it’s forever.”

Virgil sniffled. He was dumbfounded but relieved. Of course, negative thoughts had to come and ruin it.

He shook his head, “You’ll all just get sick of having to tell me…”

“Never. I promise.” Roman smiled, “And a prince’s promise is guaranteed.”

“I concur, minus the prince part.” Logan spoke, “I’d like you to know that you most definitely will not disappear. Anxiety is a deeply rooted emotion, that can’t go away with medication or any other means. You are the fight or flight response. Yes, you are heightened, but that does in no way mean we wish for you to be gone. In fact, being the way you are is beneficial. It has allowed us to avoid some… tricky… situations and to escape them. And of course, as Patton said, simply put, you’re family. You’re not going anywhere.”

Virgil rubbed his eyes, not caring that at this point his eye shadow was completely ruined. The tension and stress and fear finally leaving his body for the time being, though he knew they’d return. But of course, he had a family there to chase them away again and again.

He looked up at the three Sides and gave a small smile and a nod. They grinned in return.

“Up for a movie kiddo?”

Virgil, snorted, “Only if it’s Black Cauldron.”

Roman suddenly stood with a dramatic flair, “I am on it!”

Logans’ eyes widened as he watched Roman sprint towards the DVD cabinet.

“Watch out for the coffee table!”

  End

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[haveyouseenmymind]

Boop!

The origin of this fic is to be set in a conversation I had with @medicatemedrmccoy a few months ago, so I’m blaming her for this and I’d also like to dedicate it to her. Sorry sweetheart that it took me so long. ;) 

This may be tagged as Kirk x Reader, but the interactions are mostly between the Reader and Bones, so you mainly have to deal with friendly bickering and them being annoyed.

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Rating: Gen

Warning: the usual cursing

Words: 2335

Jim kinda gets drugged up on some alien food and now Bones and the Reader have to deal with him, which ends in trying to find him on the Enterprise.

“Unbelievable. Of course that stupid infant would get himself drugged up on some alien food, though I told him to scan everything before stuffing his mouth. And now I have to deal with this inebriated pain in the ass. Dammit, I’m a doctor not a babysitter.”

With your arms crossed in front of your chest, you were impatiently tapping your foot and throwing annoyed glances at the ranting doctor who held the whirring tricorder over your madly giggling boyfriend. Said nuisance apparently didn’t want to hold still as he was occupied with trying to grab Leonard’s nose, but so far he was failing gloriously.

The away mission had gone a bit differently than intended. Though the aliens Jim was negotiating with were really nice and this was one of the rather rare peaceful missions, it didn’t go as smoothly as everyone was hoping for.

Proof for that was the Captain, currently not in his right mind, draped all over the biobed while his best friend was checking his vitals and more than once slapping those hands away that were trying to get close to his face.

Like the doctor had said, Jim hadn’t dealt well with one of the alien dishes served, so that after the big banquet they had hosted in honor of their new growing friendship with the Federation, he had to be dragged away by you and Cupcake, who really tried to hold his laughter back, before the Captain had the chance to offend their hosts with his kinda drunk rambling.

Thankfully the aliens were really understandable when Spock excused his Captain and explained them that he did not feel well and had to retreat.

After that you and Cupcake took the loopy man straight to Medbay to the CMO.

Where said doctor wouldn’t stop complaining and acting like the worst drama queen ever. As if Jim being a wasted little shit was his problem alone.

Which was the reason you were really pissed at both men and still tapping your foot.

“Well if you could just shut up for one second? That would be really nice. If I may remember you, this is my boyfriend you’re talking about, so stop acting like you’re the only one suffering, when you know that I’m the one who has to deal with him like that all night and tomorrow in the morning.”

Leonard threw an evil glance back at you and kept on grouching.

“Yeah but so far I can’t see him sticking his dirty fingers into your face.”

“Boop!”

Jim had reached his goal and tapped his friend rather ungently on the nose.

“God dammit Jim, would you just stop that bullshit!”

The doctor, even more annoyed now, tried his best to wrangle the drunk Captain back down on the bed.

But of course Jim, still giggling like the loveable idiot he was, had other ideas than his friend.

Once again he reached for his face, but this time he groped the doctor’s nose instead of just booping it. He looked mighty satisfied when he got it between his thumb and pointer.

“Oooh, Bonsey look! Got your nose!”

Suddenly, the room was completely silent, and Leonard had gone still. Shit, that was no good sign.

While Jim was holding onto the brunet’s nose for his dear life, refusing to let go, the doctor turned his head towards you, trying to stare you down with his most threatening glare.

“Get that out of my Medbay, now!”

You tried your best not to laugh, as that would surely make the situation even worse, but it was really hard not to lose your shit, with the brunet trying to give you orders with a really nasal voice. It was just too hilarious.

“Aww, come on Leonard. Wouldn’t it be best if he slept this off here, where he’s just one second away from a hypospray?”

Finally, he got Jim’s hands away from his face, as he grabbed both wrists and held them down on the bed.

Jim tried his best to free himself out of the firm grip, but no squirming and whining made the agitated doctor let go of his hands.

“No way I’m going to let that menace stay here. I made sure that he’s not going to die and now he’s your problem.”

You sighed, cause this was clearly not how you had expected this to turn out.

“Traitor.”

Meanwhile, Jim had stopped moving. His breath had evened out and his eyes were closed, so Leonard felt safe enough to let go of him, though you thought it was odd for your boyfriend to fall asleep that fast, but who knew, maybe he was just that out of it.

Leonard led you away from the biobed where Jim was resting upon, to turn the conversation away from him and make sure you wouldn’t wake him up.

“I don’t think a hypo will help any further. He’s just drunk, so let him sleep it out in his own bed.”

You stared disbelievingly at him, not quite sure if you had heard right.

“Holy shit, I’ll be damned. I never thought I’d witness the day where Leonard McCoy would voluntarily refrain from hypoing Jim Kirk’s ass. I think I have to mark that day in my calendar. Are you sure that you’re not the one who’s drunk and out of his mind?”

Leonard just scowled at you, apparently he was done dealing with you or his best friend for the rest of this day.

“Dammit, just leave and take that pain in the ass with you. I have enough other shit to take care of. “

Well, it would be better to leave of right here and now. So you turned back to the bed.

Which was empty.

Jim was gone and his comm being left back was the only sign that he had been there at all.

Great, exactly what you needed. The Captain getting lost on his own ship.

The doctor wasn’t happy with Jim vanishing either.

“What the hell? Where the fuck did that menace make off now?! God dammit, can’t I just have one calm day with peace and silence?”

Instead of answering him you just groaned. How the fuck were you supposed to find him? He could have gotten to who knows where, and since he wasn’t in his right mind at the moment, he was unpredictable, too.

The brunet turned around, heading for his office, but not before giving you one last smug glance.

“Well, that’s not my problem any longer. Have fun finding that idiot.”

But before he could take one more step, you grabbed his arm, so that he nearly stumbled.

“Oh no, forget it, Leonard! This is all your fault! If you just had him strapped down onto that biobed, we all would have to worry about one less thing! So you’re coming with me!”

“How is this my fault now? If you just had watched out for what your idiotic boyfriend was up to, none of this would have happened at all!”

Damn, this bickering had to stop, or you couldn’t be held responsible for anything else that would happen. So you took one deep breath, trying to calm down.

“Ok, let’s agree that we disagree and don’t waste our energy with arguing. I’d prefer if we’d concentrate on finding that moron.”

The brunet just snorted, which didn’t help at all.

“This is the first valid thing you’ve said this day so far.”

“Oh shut up, Len.”

+++

In hopes of finding your missing boyfriend faster, you and Leonard had split up. While you headed for yours and Jim’s quarters, Leonard grumbingly went for his own, swearing to maim his friend if he’d find him there and his hidden stash of the good bourbon suddenly gone.

But your quarters were empty, and there was no sign that any of its inhabitants had been there recently.

Searching the mess hall and the observation decks had also been for naught, except that now you knew that Jim was a master at playing hide and seek.

You nearly wanted to give up and call it a day, when you’re comm suddenly beeped:

Did you find him? L.H.M

No luck so far. You? Y.N.

No. What places did we miss? L.H.M.

Uhm… The bridge? Y.N.

Fucking hell… Ok, let's meet there. L.H.M.

+++

About ten minutes later you stepped out of the turbo lift and onto the bridge, where Sulu, currently sitting in the Captain’s chair, looked up from his PADD, frowning as he spotted you.

“Lieutenant Y/L/N? Doctor McCoy? Is everything alright? Did something happen to the Captain?”

The rest of the crew manning the bridge stared at you expectantly, Chekov’s eyes wide and so worried that you needed to play it cool and reassure them, before all hell would break loose.

“Oh no, everything’s fine. Just peachy. I just have a rhetorical question. If you had to search for the Captain, where would you look for him, apart from his quarters, the observation decks and the mess hall?”

“And medbay, the training rooms and the labs.”, Leonard added.

“Yeah. Those, too. But you know, just rhetorically.”

Sulu looked at you sceptically.

“Are you saying that you lost the Captain? Aboard the ship?”

“No! We’re just having a slight disagreement about his current whereabouts!”

The pilot’s expression changed, and this time he was clearly mocking you.

“Which means you have no idea where he is. Have you tried asking the computer to locate him?”

You saw Leonard’s left eye twitch, and had the suspicion that he was preparing himself to launch into one of his angry rants, for which you absolutely had no time now, so you clasped your hand, right as he opened his mouth, over it and answered instead.

“That’s not an option, otherwise we would have tried.”

Thankfully, Chekov interrupted the stagnating discussion, at least he was the only decent human being left and trying to help you by making useful suggestions.   

“Have you been down at engineering? Sometimes he’s helping Scotty fix things when he needs a distraction.”

Engineering, of course. You nearly slapped yourself, when you realized what idiots you had been.

“Thank you Pavel, we’re gonna look there for him next. Come on, grumpy pants!”

You grabbed Leonard on the collar of his shirt before he had a chance to complain, dragging him behind you as you were making your way to Scotty’s office.

+++ 

Down in engineering everything seemed to be pretty calm, which was a small miracle. Normally there was always one or more of the engineers meddling with who knows what parts of the ship, most times added with a cheerily rambling Scot.

“Scotty?”

Several minutes passed before you heard an answer, and just as you wanted to call for him again, he whooshed out of his office.

“Shhh! You’re going to wake up the Captain!”

“So Jim is here? Thank god!”

You followed him back into his office, Leonard who hadn’t said anything yet, close on your heels. But when you finally saw Jim, you did a double take.

“What the hell?”

Jim was sitting at the desk, his head resting on his arms crossed right under it and next to him a box that apparently was filled with metal junk, and you realized that he still was holding onto some of it with his right hand.

Leonard looked at the mischievously grinning engineer, clearly surprised but also amused about the scene in front of him.

“How the hell did you do that? Seriously, you need to tell me your secret.”

And Scotty? He just laughed, grabbed his PADD to show the brunet something.

“I just gave him the box and he tired himself out over fiddling with some of my spare parts. Lets see, I got it all on my PADD, no way I could let you guys miss this out.”

Curious, you stepped right to his other side, looking at the PADD in his hands just in time to see Jim’s joyful expression, as Scotty presented him the scrap metal.

“Hey Jimmy, here is a box of shiny trinkets, knock yourself out.”

Jim, looking like he just got an early Christmas present, started squealing excitedly.

“Oooh, so shinyy!”

You watched as he was fiddling around with the metal, his eyelids slowly dropping when he got too tired after a while. Finally his head dropped down on his arms, and a few seconds later, he was out like a light.

It even got better when he started drooling on his shirt sleeves.

This was honest too good so adorable, you just couldn’t stay mad at Jim any longer, when he looked so young and innocent while snoring slightly in his sleep.

“Ok, come on guys we need to get him into a bed. Len, how about some help here?”

But the doctor was still captivated by the PADD, and as Scotty started the video anew, he was grinning madly.

“Scotty, if you get me that video, I’ll give you one free pass the next time something stupid happens down here. This is too good to be not used for blackmailing.”

“Deal!”

Were those idiots even for real? You send one last evil glare into their direction, before you decided to wake up Jim and get him back to your quarters.

“Hey Jim, wakey wakey.”

The blond groaned, but opened his eyes obediently.

“Noo, five more minutes…”

You couldn’t hold back a giggle, which made Jim realize who was waking him up.

“Y/N? I’m cold… Wanna cuddle... ”

“Come on Jimmy, lets get you to bed, there’s enough space for lots of cuddles.”

While Leonard and Scotty were still leaning over the the Scotsman's PADD you were annoyed, since instead of helping you out, they decided to ignore you completely.

Well, they would regret that later.

And with that you draped your boyfriend’s arm over your neck and tried supporting his still wobbly legs while dragging him off to your quarters.

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The Ghost Of You {Chapter 4}

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Warnings: Swearing, someone getting slapped so mild violence?, I think that’s it let me know if there’s any I missed!

Words: 1,837

Pairings: None (yet….) ;)

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Seemingly now unable to comprehend the fact that they were now communicating with two spirits Logan tumbled onto the couch with a soft thud, nearly landing on Roman who squeaked and shifted quickly to this left as dust particles danced around the two of them, the camera fell to the side of the couch next to him, Roman grabbed it and saw it displayed a low battery sign and in that instant, it died in his hands.

“Oh, my goodness!” Patton yelped as he ran over to where Logan lay, he dropped to his knees next to the bespectacled human as Roman waved a hand in front of Logan’s face to check he was completely unconscious, having now recovered from his own fainting spell, though still looking very shaken he glanced at Patton who looked so upset once again at doing this to someone, Roman shifted uncomfortably and decided he wanted to be closer to Virgil he set the camera down on the arm of couch and left Patton who was now waving his hand in a fanning motion in front of Logan’s face.

“Jesus Christ…” muttered Virgil shining his flashlight between Logan and Thomas, Roman had now joined his side eyeing the second spirit that had appeared, he had soft brown hair that was quite similar to Patton’s style wise though he had a splash of purple on his fringe his chocolate brown eyes looked very warm and friendly, he was wearing a pink shirt with a gold star in the middle and it hit Virgil that these were the clothes these two had died in…guess they had more than one of their favorite garment… Virgil thought as a wave of sadness washed over him, he glanced back up at Thomas who gave them a lopsided smile whilst at the same time seeming shy in himself but it seemed to give him an air of mystery, Virgil noted all of these observations storing them away in his brain for…maybe later, Virgil also noticed the way that Thomas held himself, his body language seemed similar to his own.

Can ghosts still have anxiety after they die? If so, then he was fucked.

“you’re Thomas?” Virgil asked

“Last time I checked,” Thomas remarked, now bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet, Virgil’s face fell.

Sarcastic little shit.

He and Roman glanced at each other what do you say in a situation like this?

Sorry you were brutally murdered but hey can we film both of you?

That was their entire aim of going there anyway but they were all still reeling from Patton’s reveal, and Virgil was sure Logan was going to have a proper meltdown once he awoke.

“uh… Hi” Roman finally spoke up interrupting the silent awkwardness that had been building much to Virgil’s relief, “hiya” a small mischievous smile slowly pulled at the spirit’s lips, quickly as it came it left he then nodded to Logan.

“Is he going to be alright?” Thomas enquired now with concern in his voice.

“uh yeah he should be” Roman was still trying to find his voice still gawking as this young man stood in front of them luckily, he seemed patient enough understanding that this was going to take some time for the three men to fully process everything.

I mean it’s not every day that he gets to speak to humans, so this was more than intriguing, also a chance to have some fun and these three seemed like the perfect candidates for a bit of poltergeist mischief Thomas thought to himself seemingly lost in his feelings.

Virgil stepped forward hesitantly towards him

“Thomas?”

“hm?” he was brought back to the situation at hand as the flashlight was shined towards his chest

“so…what happened here? it’s kind of been a mystery for 20 years now, you think…you could give us any answers. Either of you?”  Virgil winced asking this knowing that both the spirits could instantly vanish and cut off communication at any point, but they so desperately wanted to know if anything to get closure on this, maybe they could help their families or tell them something that could help ease the pain of there loss? As Virgil thought this, he was surprised to hear Thomas’s voice in the air again.

“I…” Virgil noticed that Thomas stole a glance at Patton who met his eyes with sadness, it was like he wanted to say but couldn’t, his mouth hanging open the words were on the tip of his tongue until he finally sighed “I’m sorry….I don’t remember”

Liar

Virgil could always tell when someone was lying but whatever reason these spirits had to do so was beyond him, he glanced down disappointed as a long exhale came out of Roman he put his hands on his hips and surveyed the scene before him, Thomas made his way over to Patton who was still tending to Logan, he sat down next to him on the couch and they smiled at each other, the other two did the same, Virgil bent down next to Logan and lightly tapped his face.

“Lo? Buddy wake up” with another tap he started to stir, slowly coming around the slits of his eyes peered open to find two pairs of eyes in black framed glasses staring back at him, Logan’s eyes grew wide as Patton looked down at him his face full of concern,

“Oh my gosh are you ok, is there anything we can do for you?”

He was starting to get emotional again Logan started edging away from the spirit as a small squeak escaped his lips, Thomas leaned over him gently grabbing Patton’s shoulder

“Hey Pat, maybe give him some space, he’s probably feeling very overwhelmed,” he said in a fatherly tone.

Seeing Thomas to the other side of him he leapt up from the couch and Virgil could see his hands were trembling he put his own hands up in an attempt to calm Logan, but he knew once his intelligent friend became freaked he would end up going on some kind of tangent about how illogical this was before wearing himself out.

“Oh god, oh god oh god…” he kept repeating himself trying to find the words to communicate what he wanted to say, his voice broke as he started pacing whilst the two spirits looked on, Patton wearing a worrisome frown whilst Thomas was staring with same concern though it had a hint of amusement behind it, Roman noticed how Thomas’s hand slowly rose to his mouth to cover a growing smile.

“Dude you need to chill!” Virgil pleaded wincing slightly he knew both Roman and Logan had a temper which was not what any of them needed right now he didn’t want to scare Patton and Thomas off, not now that they had finally deemed it safe to be seen.

“This-this is just a dream, a highly illogical dream that had to be it-“Logan was breathless from pacing so quickly and it looked like they were all watching a tennis match going on following him left to right repeatedly, Virgil shook his head as he approached him.

“Logan…they’re real” Virgil declared

“FALSEHOOD!” Logan screeched pointing at the spirits sat on the couch making Patton jump  looking terrified and hurt but Thomas was now stifling giggles “you-you are dead, it is scientifically impossible for you to even be here the stastici-“ words were now spilling from him in quick succession, he was getting hysterical looking around manically trying to make sense of what he was witnessing, Roman stood up from the couch making his way to Logan and grabbing him by the shoulders “Logan!” he called but was ignored as Logan continued “- be here the experiments that have been performed –“

“Logan!” Roman yelled again

“-have been proven correct so that means-“

“God sake, pull yourself together specs!” Roman screamed above Logan’s rant and without thinking he raised his hand, Virgil didn’t get the chance to grab it in time as Roman’s hand crashed across Logan’s face sending his glasses askew, Patton let out a small yelp and Thomas ceased his giggling staring eyes wide.

Everything was silent for a while save for Logan, Roman and Virgil’s heavy breathing of shock, Roman exhaled as the realisation of what he did hit him “Logan, I’m so sorr-“but Logan raised his hand stopping him in tracks  as he adjusted his glasses “No, Thank you Roman I..” he trailed off and Roman understood what he meant as Logan came back to his composed state strangely it seemed to have stopped him from going into full melt down mode Logan glanced over at Patton and Thomas who stared back, Roman led him back to the couch wiping his face in his hands.

“Dude it’s a lot simpler than…whatever you were trying to say” Thomas piped up as Logan glared at him.

With all four of them sitting on the couch Virgil surveyed them all about to speak but a sudden thud from upstairs echoed throughout the house, they all looked up as Logan scowled at the spirits sitting next to him, he shifted away from them slightly moving closer to Roman.

“Are you doing this?”

Patton looked like he was on the brink of tears again “what! No of course not!”

“Then what is it?”  Roman asked suspiciously still glancing up, both ghosts had gone eerily quiet avoiding eye contact now “Well? Are you going to tell us what’s going-“Virgil started

THUD

They all screamed in unison as the desk from the upstairs bedroom came crashing down the stairs.

Silence.

“Nope!”

Roman threw his hands up in the air having reached his limit now, he shot up from the couch running the front door and Logan followed suite “a wise decision”

“Hey Woah Woah wait!” Virgil called after them

“No! I am done Virgil we’re leaving!” Roman yelled back

Virgil looked between his friends who were at the front door and the ghosts sitting on the couch, Thomas raised his eyebrows looking like he was wondering what choice Virgil was going to make, Patton, on the other hand, held his arm out with a pleading look in his eyes “Wait! Please!” Virgil was torn he wanted answers and to desperately help these spirits there must have been a reason why they hadn’t been able to move on yet but there was something clearly dangerous lurking within these walls and his anxiety was screaming for him to get the hell out of there now, how had these two lived with this thing for so long?

Hearing the car engine started up outside he looked hopelessly between at the spectres “I-I’m sorry! We-I’ll come back!” he called as multiple thuds were now heard, glancing around at the place once more looking terrified he felt his stomach twisting in knots from guilt as he sprinted out the front door slamming it shut behind him, forgetting the camera Logan had that was sitting on the arm of the couch.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! I got to say I’m not completely happy with it, I spent ages editing and changing the first half because I just felt like it wasn’t right or didn’t fit but I hope it’s okay now! And I’m sorry if Thomas’s character isn’t written well I tried to do a balance of shy and yet mischievous, also yes it is meant to be awkward between Thomas and Patton and we will find out why in later chapters  (I actually have the whole mystery figured out and the ending) ;) the scene I was seriously torn about putting in was Logan getting slapped I struggled with if it would be in Roman’s character or not but I decided to put it in as I figured he would be the one to do it if Logan ever got too hysterical, not sure if that makes any sense? Anyways sorry! I hope you guys like it! Peace out! <3