#rig it with your heart Yeah I mean we all know the drill

[youranxiousnerd]

The Transformation Thoughts

bc hsmtmts said gay rights

spoilers below

yesss seb doing the recap

wait did seb just say he was crying?!?! give him a hug 

cow baby!!!

wow miss jenn and seb having a civil conversation

Natalie is back!!

ej and ricky with the mask

kourtney’s outfit!!!

ashlyn’s outfit...

ahh so the awards and the show are separate, good, that’s how it works

RICKY’S SHIRT!?!?!?! 

i love it

ricky is lgbt do not try to convince me otherwise

ASHLYN IS SINGING IT IS BEAUTIFUL

like pop off

ricky and the mask

that mask is the true villain in season 2

“Belle, I-” flops

Ashlyn is carrying the scene, she is such a good Belle

how is ricky allowed on stage oh my god

the cap

that damn mask

“It’s okay, it was just my face”

Miss Jenn is hanging on by a thread

finally some ashlyn and ricky content

“Which they will” buddy have you faced the music? Have you seen Ricky?

“I think I might have been playing Troy at one point”

Miss Jenn needs help from someone who isn’t a teenager

“Mother is freaking out” High school theater at it’s finest

“There is math involved”

“OH” 

sassy seb

i can’t with east high’s tech crew, what are you doing?!?!

and why are the actors figuring out the tech stuff?!? i’m sure kourt, big red, ashlyn (she knows all), and seb (he lives on a farm) know what to do. 

the crew cannot be that bad

btw here are my thoughts on this scene

guys it is ashlyn’s house not yours

portwell shoulder bump

ASHLYN I LOVE YOU

OH SO NOW YOU HAVE DRILLS

WHERE WERE THEY WHEN THE TECHIES STARTED USING GLUE ON PLYWOOD!?!?!?!

I WANT ANSWERS

i. cannot. with. this. show.

lily wtf

“is this too weird” yes

like why?

lily like actually shut up

big red’s “wtf”

let her be evil damnit

“i’m just not well liked here” i wonder why

that was really weird, anyways

“he gets weird around tools”

me too

no give big red the drill he knows how to use it

someone write a fic about the girls and seb’s chaotic target run

why don’t you have a blackout and dramatic music and lights for the transformation, i know it isn’t award level but if done right it can be pretty dope

“I don’t know if my parents will be okay with me being at a co-ed sleepover”

“Chip, this is your mother speaking, go call your mother”

HE DID THE FINGER GUNS

GAY TABLE SIT AND FINGER GUNS THEY DID THEIR RESEARCH

ashlyn’s bucket

CARLOS GAY TABLE SIT

OH MY GOD

they’re so gay soulmates

let big red have his skateboards

“i need to talk to seb at some point but it can wait” honey no it can’t wait seb is on the verge of a breakdown

wait they havent talked in a week

Im a hypocrite ive been dancing around someone for three years

“You’re still at school”

“I’m worried about my children” “She means us”

such a high school theater thing (like i got married during high school theater, we had a family tree)

“ah, Sebby”

“Now I’m pretty sad” give him a hug

the girls ship seblos

“But, I guess he has to be, out of default, right... there’s not a lot of choices for a boy like Carlos, here, at East.”

alright here come the tears 

why...why couldn’t he say “gay” or “queer” or “lgbt”?!?!

“Not so good at saying the feelings part out loud”

shiz that hit close to home. 

Seb is just making me cry today, isn’t he?

wait so we’re just going to change the subject? coming from a queer person, opening up about your problems about your sexuality is hard. like, there are things that happened years ago im just telling people. 

“You’re my sister, he’s my cousin”

it seems everyone except nina knows about the chocolates. imagine gossip time when gina told people write a fic

Nini just stop talking. It wasn’t a big deal, simple mistake. Not everything has to be big and dramatic

and wasn’t she just asking about Gina and Ej? 

Nini for the love of god it is not something to read into.

“The farmer type”

Ash and Red exchanging gossip

wait... why are they texting about this?

“Why wouldn’t he say something to me?” It’s a hard conversation to have. “hey are we together just because i’m your only option?” 

“Okay, pretty boy” HE CALLED HIM PRETTY BOY

RICKY!!!!!!!!!!

!!!

carlos and gina chaotic siblings

give ej a hug 

“Sweet boy”

im so glad the guys are talking about their feelings.

Why a sleepover? It’s more of a hangout.

“Verging on failure”

jennzara therapy

slowwww burn

you go from hand holding to fist bump

disney please release an acoustic version of “let you go”

so it’s just carlos and ricky chillin’ at big red’s house?

do not play let you go for nini

do. not.

“You guys are a hallmark movie”

for once ricky is being smart

“the look on your face when you were talking about Seb tonight” smiles

he is so whipped

“I think you and Seb have something worth fighting for...bro”

that was so sweet and then there is bro

i love this show

“Sorry, I’m adjusting to being called bro” 

him and seb being awkward about feelings... that is a high school relationship

i love ricky in this scene

“Yeah, let’s just write”

ASHLYN CALLED BIG RED BABE AWWWWW

nina shut the actual hell up

“It’s in the costume shop, somewhere” mood

“Thank you, 15″ THEY SAID THE THING

GAHHHH

I LOVE IT

howie and kourtney oh my god what is happening

 “and begging”

“hi” he’s so nervous oh my lord.

he is so awkward around seb 

it’s like a switch

“Do you want to get risotto with me sometime” OH MY GOD THATS ADORABLE

GINA BABY HE LIKES YOU 

GINA HONEY!!!

AWWW THAT WAS ADORABLE

PORTWELL YESSSS

gina’s little run

“Am I in trouble?” 

they’re so nervous 

oh my god its time

“You keep it all bottled up” GUYS I CANT ARGGGG

can ricky just like, go behind a curtain?

“lookin’ for our kind of love” carlos basically just said “i love you”

seb is so whipped like look at him?

they’re so in love

seb’s little eye role at “in a heartbeat, i choose you”

the hands omfg

oh my god they’re going to dance

SHIZ THE HOMECOMING SUITS

I WAS RIGHT

OH MY GOD

SHIT GUYS IM DYING

gah the hands i cant

carlos is leading i love it

the tie

a tie just killed me

im combusting

You’re honor, they’re in love

i really thought carlos was going in for a kiss he is probably getting one later

i like how the dance isn’t big, it’s small and a little awkward bc right then it’s just them.

THEYRE SO IN LOVE HOLY SHIT

damnit big red

big red is legally required to interrupt almost kiss moments especially if it’s an lgbt kiss bc we cant have two in one season

in a heartbeat is so cute. Frankie showed UP this season with the vocals. there is no way that was all acting bc they looked so in love.

I...I love it

the lyrics are perfect

In a Heartbeat and Let You Go are probably the best OG songs of the season

“Siri, add In a Heartbeat to my gay sob playlist”

these boys are just serenading each other left and right 

“Yeah” 

so it’s just “yeah”!?!? That’s it!?!?! Seb could have least kissed him on the cheek or did they use all their kisses?

I love the song and love the scene, but there is so much more to discuss. Are we going to brush over the fact that Seb literally had an allergic reaction and didn’t get help because he didn’t want to disappoint Carlos!?!? Are we going to brush over “no, seb” and seb feeling like he has to get carlos big things!?! One “yeah” doesn’t erase all that. I’m hoping we get closure, proper closure, not a joke. 

In conclusion, only one thing was settled (Carlos loves Seb for Seb, not because he is the only out guy in school).

“Seb and Carlos suffer their first fight” effing liars

BTW it looks like they filmed the dance scene with the homecoming suits and normal outfits so disney release the footage

Ricky is the biggest Seblos shipper

“Bro”

you morons. are you using rigging without an adult there?!?!

im pretty sure that isn’t allowed. only trained people were allowed to use the rigging. it should be Natalie since she did it in HSM

you should have gotten mats are something or stand in a circle

gahhh

RICKY

OH MY FRICKING GOD

NO ONE RAN THEY JUST WATCHED WTF

WTF WAS THAT ENDING

UMMMMM NO

i legit have no words oh my god 

they just killed the lead

you guys saw the rope you should have ran 

you should have gotten mats or blankets or something just in case

rigging is difficult, set rigging and people rigging

EAST HIGH WTF

Looks like the sleepover is going to be in the ER

My gay heart is full but my theater heart is screaming. The episode went by really fast. I liked it, like a lot.

To answer the question, no, I am not okay @organic-guacamole and we will have a theater kid sleepover

[baepsaesbae]

Heal Me, Kill Me Ch.5 (Final Chapter)

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x female reader

Genre— Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire Hunter!reader, SMUT +18, angst

Warnings— Unprotected explicit sex, fingering, blood mentions, death, oral (f and m receiving), creampie, overstimulation 

Word Count— 6.3k

Summary— You’re one of the best vampire hunters in the world. That’s to be expected when your parents are the best of the best. Your life had solely revolved around ruthlessly killing vampires, making you a cold blooded machine. However, things take a turn once you meet Kim Taehyung, your latest target.

A/N— Huge shoutout to @dee-ehn for this beautiful banner! Thank you to everyone who has given this series a read. It’s very special to me and it’s bittersweet that it’s now over. Please let me know what you guys think!

“Let me get this straight, the VEC HQ is completely gone? Wiped out?” you questioned as you tried to grasp the situation.

“Apparently they were hit with a massive ambush. A huge horde of vampires led under a single commander, it seemed like. I got a call during the middle of the raid. All I could hear were screams and the caller’s laugh. I was given a time and place for a meet up,” Yoongi explained further. 

“Perfect, let’s go burn the sons of bitches,” Jungkook got up energetically.

“There are only four of us,” Taehyung observed with a judgmental glance towards the young man. 

“There are only THREE VEC members left. The only reason you’re still alive is because ___ insisted on it. Mark my words, one slip up, and you’re dead. Got that?” Yoongi corrected him. Taehyung solemnly nodded. 

“So, what do we do? HQ is gone, but surely we can contact the other agencies around the globe,” you suggested.

“Already tried that. They saved the best for last. There is no one we can ask for help,” Jungkook shook his head. 

“I can go. Alone, I mean. To the rendezvous point you were given,” Taehyung offered. 

“And do what? Join forces with them?” Yoongi glared. 

“An attempt at diplomacy would be ideal. Should they choose violence, then so be it. If I die, I die. But at least you will be safe,” Taehyung looked at you while he said that last sentence. 

“Sounds good to me--”

“Absolutely not,” you interrupted Yoongi, “If we really are the last people qualified as vampire hunters, I say we go down swinging. I can’t just sit by knowing there are murderous vampires on the loose. We all took an oath to protect mankind. I intend to keep that oath.”

Yoongi and Jungkook exchanged looks. Jungkook was all for it, eager to let out his rage. It took a bit more to convince Yoongi, but he reluctantly agreed. He really took to heart what you said about the VEC oath.

“Here are the coordinates I was given. We have three days to get there,” Yoongi brought up the site on Google Earth.

“What the hell? That looks like an abandoned castle. That’s kind of badass. Major Castlevania vibes,” Jungkook gawked as he zoomed in closer.

“I know this place,” Taehyung said quietly. 

“You do?” the remaining VEC members asked in unison.

“I believe so. And if who I think is involved truly is involved...I fear we may be in deeper trouble than I thought,” he said ominously. 

“Fuckin terrific,” Yoongi grumbled. 

“Thank god Yoongi brought the private jet over here,” you sighed as you watched the trees below you grow smaller and smaller.

“Thank god I have the credit card for the VEC funds. I would be remiss if we lost all that money,” Yoongi called back using the intercom. 

“Flying via private jet is probably one of my favorite parts of the job. Hey, you good over there, Fangs?” Jungkook coined a nickname for his new vampire acquaintance. 

You looked over to see Taehyung’s face paler than usual as he tightly gripped the armrests of his seat. He slowly looked over towards the pair of you and nodded, though he was clearly lying. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. His fear of flying was adorable, who would’ve known that an undead creature could be scared of planes?

“I’m gonna go join Yoongi in the cockpit, I love the view from there,” Jungkook said to no one in particular as he stood up once cruising altitude was reached. 

You unbuckled your seat belt and went over to comfort Taehyung, who looked queasier by the minute. You handed him a bottle of water.

“Sorry, we don’t have any blood bags on the plane,” you joked.

“I appreciate the gesture, darling,” Taehyung meekly smiled.

“I didn’t know you were scared of flying,” you said with an amused grin.

“I’ve never been a fan. People traveling in the air? It’s just not natural,” Taehyung shook his head in distaste.

“I don’t think you’re one to talk about what’s natural, but I get that. I wish there was a way I could get you to unwind. We have quite a long way to go before we reach our destination,” you straddled his lap and ran your fingers through his hair, “I can get off if you feel like you need to puke,” you quickly added.

“No, I think a distraction is exactly what I need,” Taehyung’s eyes darkened as he unbuckled his seat belt and gripped your hips.

Your hips began to move on their own as they grinded against him. You could feel his clothed erection growing under you, which only spurred you on more. Taehyung leaned forward to kiss you, and accidentally bit your lip in his excitement. He quickly lapped up the small dribble of blood that surfaced, and that alone seemed to make him more ravenous. Taehyung started to guide your hips, pushing you harder and faster against him.

“You want me?” Taehyung exhaled against your lips.

“I need you. Take off your pants, Tae,” you instructed as you climbed off of him.

“The others won’t intrude?” Tae asked with a smirk as he tugged down his pants.

“Yoongi is flying the jet, and I don’t give a fuck if Jungkook walks in on us,” you answered as you sank to your knees. 

You wasted no time in taking a firm hold of Taehyung cock. Your now ice cold hand caused Taehyung to shudder, a feeling he would now have to get used to. Luckily, the friction from your quick pumping warmed him back up, and he was able to fully enjoy himself. How could he not, when he sees your eager eyes gazing up at him with your lips wrapped around his tip. Your tongue swirled around his sensitive head, making a small moan escape from his lips.

“You have to be quiet, or else I’ll stop,” you warned him. It felt good to hold somewhat of a dominant position over him, but also you would rather not be walked in on. Taehyung nodded his head and licked his lips as you returned to the task at hand. 

Drool dripped down his long cock as you bobbed your head up and down. You tried to fit as much of him in your mouth as you could, but his sheer size made it damn near impossible. Taehyung couldn’t help himself as he grabbed the back of your head and shoved his dick further down your throat. You gagged as he took control of your mouth, but he stopped as soon as he saw tears welling in your eyes.

“I’m sorry darling, did I hurt you?” he asked with concern as he stroked your cheek.

“I’m fine, it’s an involuntary reaction. You’re too sweet,” you smiled as you stood up and unbuttoned your pants, “But since you made me cry I guess it’s only fair for you to make it up to me.”

You straddled over Taehyung, teasing your bare pussy over his hard cock. You wanted him to feel how wet you were before he even penetrated you. As much as you wanted to milk this moment, you really would rather for Jungkook to NOT walk in on you in the middle of getting down and dirty. 

You slowly lowered yourself onto Taehyung’s dick, softly gasping as he stretched you out. You both let out a blissful sigh once you reached his base. You took your time fucking him slowly, as this was one of the few times that you had control in an intimate setting. Taehyung gripped your hips harshly; his eyes begged for you to go faster. Lust took over and you gave in. You began to ride him harder and faster, and soon it was a struggle for both of you to stay quiet. 

Lewd wet sounds echoed around the cabin as you hid your face in the crook of Taehyung's neck at a poor attempt to muffle your moans. Taehyung in turn could barely hold back his deep grunts since he took control with a tight grip on your ass as he fucked upwards into you. With Taehyung drilling into your sweet spot with inhumane speed, the intensity made you clamp down on his neck hard enough to draw blood. Taehyung came quickly after you bit him, releasing his load into your ravaged pussy. 

You licked at his wound, his blood only adding to the euphoria pulsing around your body. Taehyung kissed you passionately before you hopped off in search of napkins to clean yourself off with. The sound of the cockpit door opening sent you and Taehyung into a frenzy. Clothes were put back on in record time and you both were sitting properly in your respective seats when Jungkook came to rejoin you.

“You’re looking better, Fangs,” Jungkook observed. 

“I just needed some time to adjust,” Taehyung said smoothly. 

“You guys know we have cameras and microphones rigged around this cabin right? And it’s all viewable from the cockpit?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

Taehyung’s eyes grew large and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Neither of you could make eye contact with Jungkook, who was looking at both of you expectantly. 

“This is why I do not appreciate modern technology. Personal privacy is a thing of the past,” Taehyung confessed.

Jungkook burst out into a fit of laughter, clutching at his sides as he tried to talk.

“I was fucking with you. I mean yeah there are cameras and shit but security is in the back and gets sent directly to HQ. Which no longer exists. Fuck, you guys are so horny,” Jungkook laughed.

“Fuck off Jungkook,” you rolled your eyes and turned away to hide your reddened cheeks. 

“How’s it feel being part of the Mile High Club?” Jungkook slung his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders from behind. 

“I am assuming that has something to do with intercourse in the sky?” Taehyung questioned. Jungkook nodded excitedly.

“In that case, I rather enjoyed it,” Taehyungn concluded thoughtfully.

“Tae! You don’t have to indulge this idiot,” you cried out.

“Thanks for being honest. Yoongi and I made a bet. He’s gonna be so pissed,” Jungkook sing songed as he walked back towards the cockpit.

You and Taehyung quietly listened as you heard Jungkook say, “Hey Yoongi, time to cough up that $200!”

“Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell ___! God dammit,” Yoongi exclaimed loud enough to be heard clearly through the door (and with your heightened sense of hearing).  

The decrepit castle basked in the pale moonlight as the four of you peered at it through the bushes. The rest of the plane ride was awkward and Yoongi hadn’t been able to make eye contact with you since. He kept shooting death glares at Taehyung while Jungkook kept making funny faces at the both of you. You sighed knowing odds were that the castle was filled with bloodthirsty vampires guarding the strongest one of them all, and the only ones going up against them was your ragtag team. You suddenly made peace with dying...again. 

“So what’s the plan again?” Jungkook asked.

“I can go and try to reason with them. If you hear the sounds of an altercation then that would indicate your cue to join the fight,” Taehyung offered.

“I’m not risking you turning over to their side just to screw us over,” Yoongi sneered. 

“Yoongi he wouldn’t--”

“That’s reasonable. What other plan do we have then?” Taehyung interrupted your oncoming protest.  

“We go all at once. A cool final last stand thing. The grand finale. I don’t want to go into hiding and spend the rest of my life trying to pick these suckers off one by one. They’re all here. Or at least, the one that matters most anyway,” Jungkook gave his input, “Oh, but you matter to me, Fangs,” he shot a smile at Taehyung, who gave him a small polite bow to show his gratitude. 

“So we go in guns blazing?” you asked to sum up the plan. The men all nodded in agreement. It was now or never. Jungkook was right, this was a prime opportunity to take out the ring leader. 

All of you sported long black trench coats that concealed many weapons. Guns with blessed bullets, blessed blades, and water guns filled with holy water (Jungkook’s favorite) were among the vast assortment. You subtly left out wearing crucifixes as you normally would, hoping that no one would notice. Taehyung didn’t need any fancy weaponry, but Jungkook gave him a coat so that he could “match the team in its kickassery”. 

Yoongi was staring at something in his hand away from the others. You approached him slowly. You didn’t know what to say to him on the potential last night of your lives, but you hoped something would come to mind.

“Whatcha got there?” you questioned, peering over his shoulder. 

“An old picture. Have you ever seen this before? Here,” Yoongi handed you the picture. It was old, and the camera quality was not the greatest. However, you were able to make out a smiling Yoongi off to the side.

“Wow you look the same,” you joked.

“This was my VEC graduation picture. See anyone else you know?” he asked. You examined the picture a second time.

“Mom and dad…” you trailed off. They were practically strangers to you. It was odd seeing them like this; young and happy, not knowing their grim future. Before you knew it, you were crying. You didn’t realize it until Yoongi called your name with concern.

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on,” you apologized while wiping your tears away, “I guess I just don’t want to lose you too.

“I couldn’t bear to lose you either, ___. I promise I’ll do everything I can to protect you. But knowing you, you’ll probably be the one saving my old ass,” Yoongi chuckled as he patted you on the back.

“Guys! We gotta go!” Jungkook beckoned.

If this were a movie, the scene where the main characters walk in slow motion like badasses towards the enemy would be playing. However, this was not a movie, and you were scared shitless. Sure, you technically were a vampire now, but that won’t stop them from killing you again. 

“I know I said this place was cool before, but now it’s giving me the creeps,” Jungkook whispered as you all followed the rugged path that led to the stone bridge in front of the main gate.

The once grand door was now ripped off its hinges, laying a few yards away from the entryway as if it was carelessly cast aside. You took a deep breath as you followed Taehyung into the castle. Beams of moonlight illuminated the castle in rays as it shone through cracks and holes in the walls. The castle was oddly bare, most of its belongings were probably looted a long time ago. All that was left was memories of the past that no one cared about and a few rats that have lived there for decades. 

Your party made it to what must have been the throne room. There was not a single sign of life. It was eerily quiet, and the only movements you saw were those of the vermin that dwelled within the decaying walls. The throne room was dark, and Jungkook led the way with a single lighter. 

“What the hell? Is this place really empty--”

“Welcome, honored guests!” a loud voice boomed as braziers suddenly lit up the room. 

You cowered at the sudden brightness. Once your eyes adjusted, you saw a single figure sitting in the throne at the front of the room. One of his legs was slung over an armrest as he rested his chin on his hand over the other. He depicted a spitting image of a cocky King drunk on power. 

“I’m so thrilled you all could join me this evening. Oh, what’s this? An old friend? How serendipitous,” he sat up straight now as he leaned forward to get a better look at his visitors. 

“Why did you summon us here?” Yoongi cut right to the chase. 

“Very blunt and straight to the point are we? You must be the failed VEC’s headmaster. Min Yoongi, was it? I wanted to talk business. But I must say, this is a rather odd bunch you have here,” the man chuckled, “Are you aware that there are vampyres amongst your company?”

“Yes, this one--wait, vampires? With an ‘s’?” Yoongi’s face scrunched up in confusion. 

“Oh yes, that girl over there,” the strange man gestured towards you with his chin.

“What?!” Yoongi yelled with incredulity, “Taehyung, if we get out of here alive I’m gonna murder you myself!”

“It was my decision! I asked him to do it!” you admitted while jumping in front of Taehyung to protect him from a furious Min Yoongi. 

“Hah, I knew it,” Jungkook said with a devious grin.

“You know what? I’ll beat all of your asses after this,” Yoongi hissed before turning his attention back to the man on the throne, “Anyway, what do you want?”

“I simply wanted to negotiate with you Mr. Min. But I believe we’re all in for a rather interesting night,” the man licked his lips, “Tell me, how long has it been, Taehyung?”

In an instant, Taehyung was strangling the man on the throne. He was so fast that you didn’t even register his movement until you heard him yelling.

“You bastard! You ruined my life! Over and over again! Now I can finally kill you with my own hands,” he growled with a murderous look in his eyes that you have never seen before. 

“Taehyung stop! You’ll have your chance with him, but for now we need answers,” you pulled Taehyung away as Jungkook put the vampire in blessed restraints. 

“Ouch, that hurts,” the vampire pouted, “Still just as dramatic as ever I see, Taehyung. I like your spark though. Almost the same as the night we met, all those years ago.”

“I will kill you,” Taehyung threatened. 

“What did this guy do to you, Fangs?” Jungkook asked.

“He’s the one that turned me,” Taehyung admitted. 

“Can you believe that? It feels like it was just yesterday when I slaughtered your little village. How silly was it that all the men were in the tavern, drinking and fucking whores while their families were left unattended. That didn’t sit right by me, I’m a man of morals. So I killed everyone in the tavern after I had my fill of lonely housewives and innocent children. Except Taehyung. He was the only man who was ever able to put a scratch on me. I forgot I could even bleed, it was honestly a refreshing sight. In the spur of the moment, I rewarded him with eternal life. Could you believe my surprise when he said he didn’t want to be my henchman?” the detained vampire explained. 

“You killed my family and everyone that I knew! Of course I wouldn’t want to be your stupid sidekick, you daft idiot,” Taehyung rebuttled in disgust.

“It was a shame. Poor sweet Maggie didn’t deserve what happened to her,” the vampire looked down at the ground somberly.

“You...you did what?” Taehyung interrogated with a shaky voice. 

“I managed to catch a glimpse of you and your happy life in London. Excuse me for being a little petty about you declining my offer to be my travel buddy. I get lonely, you know. Every other vampire I turn becomes such a drag and I end up killing them myself. So I gave a little tip to the VEC and the rest is history,” the vampire shrugged. 

“Hoseok you snake! You’re the scum of the Earth! I’ll tear your throat out,” Taehyung screamed as he shook off Jungkook and lunged at the captured vampire. Taehyung slashed a giant gash in the middle of Hoseok’s chest, spewing blood everywhere.

“If I die, so do they,” Hoseok said nonchalantly as Taehyung was about to sink his fangs into his jugular. That made Taehyung reluctantly pause and shrink back.

“Taehyung, you can have the honor of killing this piece of shit after I’m done talking to him,” Yoongi stated, “Your name is Hoseok?”

“Jung Hoseok, at your service. I’m thinking of J-Hope as a street name if I decide to make my dancing skills public. Not to brag, but I’m also the strongest vampire to ever live. I normally don’t bleed this much, it’s embarrassing,” Hoseok looked away bashfully as blood flowed freely from his chest.

“Why did you say that if you die we die?” Yoongi asked with urgency. 

“Well because there are roughly 100 vampires who haven’t fed in a month waiting at my command. My dominion over them is the only thing keeping you safe. With me gone, they’ll be free from their invisible leashes,” Hoseok smiled.

“Nothing is stopping us from dragging your sorry ass away from here,” Jungkook snarled.

“You think they’ll idly sit by and watch their master be whisked away in shackles? I can tell who wasn’t top of their class,” Hoseok giggled. 

“What was the deal you had in mind?” Yoongi kept up his stoic act.  

“Total immunity. I’ll even have all 100 henchmen kill themselves as a show of good faith,” Hoseok flashed a sly smile. 

“No can do, I already promised Taehyung he could kill you,” Yoongi sighed.

“Is he part of the VEC? The deal would have to last for the rest of eternity between me and the VEC. If I die in a vampire fight then that’s on me,” Hoseok tilted his head in confusion. 

“Give me a minute to discuss this with my colleagues,” Yoongi said before leading you and Jungkook to the opposite side of the room, “What do we do? His offer seems too good to be true.”

“It seems fair since he said he’d kill off his henchman on his own. I’m sure Taehyung can kick his ass,” Jungkook added. 

“And if Tae loses? Then we have nothing that’ll stop him from killing us. It’s too risky. I don’t trust him one bit,” you concluded. 

“We can’t possibly win against him plus 100 starving vampires. We’ll be dead meat in seconds,” Yoongi argued. 

Meanwhile, Taehyung looked down in disgust at Hoseok as they had their own conversation.

“I think we were fated to be together. I never thought you’d be here,” Hoseok batted his eyes at Taehyung.

“You’re lucky they’re here to stop me. Otherwise you’d regret letting me live,” Taehyung snapped.

“So why are you here? I’m guessing it has something to do with that girl. Don’t tell me, did you turn her?” Hoseok’s eyes grew large, “Wow, you’ve grown stronger than I could have hoped! If we combine our powers we can rule this world.”

“You’re delusional if you think I’d join you after all of this.”

“Then I’ll enjoy tearing apart your plaything in front of your eyes,” Hoseok smirked. 

“If you lay a finger on her then I’ll--”

“We’ll accept your terms after a few more clarifications,” Yoongi interrupted, “First of all, we don’t think we can trust you. After all, you wiped out the VEC HQ. I have no doubt that the global branches have fallen as well. There’s nothing stopping you from killing us as soon as we let you free.”

“We both know that you never would have agreed to meet with me if I hadn’t done anything drastic. I needed to get rid of the grunts to get to the King, simple as that. Believe me, if I wanted you dead you all would have been slain the moment your fancy plane landed,” Hoseok shrugged.

“Then why did you let us live? Why go through the trouble?” Jungkook questioned.

“For the drama of it all, dear boy. When you get to be as old as I am, living gets boring. I’m not sure if you could tell, but I live for theatrics and thrill. Oh and I’m planning on taking over the world or whatever,” Hoseok admitted happily. 

“And you think we’d let you get away with that?” Yoongi scoffed.

“I’m simply offering you a little peace offering. Of course I wouldn’t hurt you three, and you’re all welcome to kill any vampires that come across your path. It’s more of a mutual immunity actually. This benefits you people more than me. If you disagree, you’re dead anyway,” Hoseok smiled wide enough to show off his fangs.

“Fine. The VEC accepts your terms. You have my word that the VEC will never harm you,” Yoongi declared, “But first, we must see your troops fall with our own eyes.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, I knew you’d be smart. And that’s fair,” Hoseok whistled and the ground began to rumble as an army of vampires came running into the throne room. 

The soldiers made orderly lines and awaited their orders. Some of them salivated at the sight of your party, but they didn’t dare move an inch without permission. They were the most ravenous vampires you’ve ever seen, and would want to avoid fighting them at all cost.

“My dear underlings. You have all served me well. You’ll be in my heart as I create a new world. I ask one last thing of you. Rip out your own heart to show your devotion to me. May your souls rest in peace,” Hoseok gave a short uninspiring speech.

You watched in horror as the army chanted “Long Live Hoseok” along with random whoops and hollers. They were extremely lively and hyped up as they plunged their own fists into their chests. Fountains of red erupted across the room as they ripped out their own hearts. You let out a sigh of relief as you watched the last soldier fall. 

“That was wild,” Jungkook said with a deer in headlights expression. 

“Really makes you feel something huh? A deals a deal,” Hoseok chirped up expectantly. 

Hoseok was tackled to the ground as soon as he was released. Taehyung yelled with fury as he reopened the nearly healed gash he inflicted earlier. Hoseok reacted by hurling Taehyung into the opposite wall. 

“I haven’t had a real fight in ages. Don’t disappoint me, Taehyung,” Hoseok laughed as he spat out blood.

A rock was hurled at incredible speed from where Taehyung landed. Hoseok was quick enough to dodge the rock, but not Taehyung. Once again, the vampires were on the ground and Taehyung was aiming for Hoseok’s throat. Jungkook shot a blessed bullet into Hoseok’s leg, causing him to howl out in pain.

Hoseok tossed Taehyung aside with newfound strength as his eyes glowed red. He set his sights on Jungkook and his lips curled up into an evil smile.

“You dare to break the contract, boy? I’m gonna make you regret that,” Hoseok warned.

Another blessed bullet lodged itself into Hoseok’s back, making him crumple to the ground. He turned in distress to see you wielding the gun with a cocky smirk plastered on your face. Yoongi kicked him onto his back, and spat in his face. With a quick motion of his arm, a wooden stake peeked out of the opening of his sleeve. With a yell, he plunged the wooden stake into Hoseok’s chest.

“Filthy liars,” Hoseok sputtered as blood dribbled down his chin.

“We agreed that the VEC would never harm you. However, you singlehandedly dismantled the company and the establishment is no more. I was the headmaster, but now I’m just a jobless son of a bitch,” Yoongi said triumphantly as he pushed the stake deeper.  

“We did it Yoongles!” you cheered before you heard the sounds of bones breaking. The smile dropped from your face instantly as you zipped over to Yoongi.

“An eye for an eye. Well played, Mr. Min Yoongi,” Hoseok croaked with his hand buried in Yoongi’s chest.

Taehyung quickly decapitated Hoseok with a strong kick. Hoseok’s body turned to dust as his head rolled across the floor for a few seconds before it also reverted to nothingness. 

“Yoongi! Yoongi!” you cried as you cradled him in your arms. Warm blood gushed out of his chest as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Jungkook sank to his knees beside you and held onto Yoongi’s hand. 

“Taehyung, go start up the jet! We have to get him to a hospital!” you demanded with tears running down your cheeks.

“He doesn’t know how to,” Jungkook said softly, trying to comfort you.

“We have to help him!” you sobbed. 

“___,” Yoongi whispered weakly. 

“Shhh, you’ll be okay. Don’t speak,” you begged. 

“Love...you...Be...happy…,” Yoongi rasped before gagging on his own blood. 

You and Jungkook cried over Yoongi’s body for a long time after it had gone cold. Jungkook held you as you cried into his chest as you soiled his clothes with tears and snot. To be fair, his tears and snot ended up all over your hair. Taehyung wanted to comfort you, but he knew Jungkook was a better fit for this job. Afterall, Yoongi was special to both of you. He was the parent neither of you had, and always took care of you guys in his own special way. 

After the sobs subsided, you and Jungkook stared blankly at the body before you. You’ve always been surrounded by death, it never bothered you. You didn’t need emotions in this line of work. You never thought you could feel pain like this. 

“He was a hero. I’m sorry for your loss,” Taehyung finally spoke as he placed a hand on both of your shoulders to show his condolences.

“Thanks, Tae.”

“Thanks, Fangs,” both you and Jungkook said in unison. 

Yoongi was buried outside of the castle, in the clearing where the private jet landed. There were no fancy rituals or blessings. Only a few words of gratitude uttered by both you and Jungkook. It was still too soon to say much more before either of you would start crying again. The feelings were there, and that’s all that mattered. 

The sun began to rise as the three of you sat inside the private jet in silence. You were lost. The VEC was truly no more. The biggest vampire threat (that you weren’t even aware of until a few days prior) was defeated.  Now what?

“What are you going to do now?” you asked Jungkook. 

“No clue. I guess I’ll travel. I have nothing else to do,” he shrugged, “What about you guys?”

“I think I want to open up a flower shop,” you said absentmindedly.

“A flower shop? Like the one Yoongi set up for you?” Jungkook was confused. 

“Yeah. I can either try to make that one work or start up my own elsewhere. I don’t know. I just think that would...make me happy,” you answered softly.

“Would you like some help with that?” Taehyung asked as he interlocked his fingers with yours. 

“Who else is gonna teach me how to make such beautiful bouquets? Plus I don’t have a green thumb so I’ll need you to help keep the plants alive until we can sell them,” you answered and squeezed Taehyung’s hand. 

“It’ll suck now that we don’t have a job but--wait,” Jungkook scrolled on his phone, “___, check your bank account.” 

You stared in disbelief at the obscene amount of extra zeros that had magically appeared in your balance. Yoongi must have transferred what was left of the VEC funds to you and Jungkook at some point. Thinking about Yoongi looking out for you one final time made you tear up again. 

“I’ll drop you guys off wherever you want. I’m assuming neither of you know how to fly so I’m calling dibs on the private jet,” Jungkook stood up.

“Bold of you to assume I don’t have a piloting license, but you can take it since Taehyung hates flying,” you rolled your eyes at Jungkook before continuing, “Tae do you want to go back to your estate?”

“We don’t have to. I like the idea of starting anew,” Taehyung smiled.

“How does Paris sound?” you offered. 

“C’est magnifique. I’m sure we’ll find a way to start a successful flower shop there,” Taehyung nodded in agreement. 

It had been five years since the VEC was destroyed. You never knew what a normal life was like, but now you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Sure, your new “normal” still technically wasn’t normal since you needed to consume blood to live and the sun was your mortal enemy, but you made it work. 

Business was booming. “Min’s Blossoms” was the name of your flower shop, and every day was an adventure. Having Taehyung as your business partner proved to be more beneficial than you thought. Other than his floral expertise, his appearance is what really got the business off the ground. Apparently, rumors of a mysterious and handsome man who worked at a local flower shop were being spread around the city. Women flocked to the store to catch a glimpse of Taehyung, and soon they all started buying flowers just for a chance to talk to him. Taehyung was worried that that might upset you, but you reassured him that you were happy that the store was doing so well so early on.

Now Min’s Blossoms had become part of the Paris landscape along with all the other little fancy boutiques. Taehyung was in charge of putting together orders, while you handled most of the business side. Your teamwork was impeccable and made even the busiest days enjoyable. 

“Are you happy?” Taehyung asked one morning while in bed.

“Honestly, I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy,” you rolled over to kiss his forehead.

“Do you ever miss your old life?” he prodded.

“Why so many questions today? As much as I loved brutally murdering monsters and constantly putting my life on the line, I would say no. This life is more pleasant. How ironic is it that I had to die in order to truly live,” you stared off into the distance as you uttered that last sentence.

“My apologies, I only wanted to ask since I know you tend to get pensive during this time of the year,” Taehyung stroked your cheek. 

“Thanks for always being so sweet to me. I love you, Tae,” you whisper before leaning in for a kiss. 

What started as an innocent kiss soon turned into something more tainted when your hand found its way to Taehyung’s already hard cock (who knew vampires can still get morning wood?). He didn’t let you take the lead as he pushed you flat on your back and pressed his thigh against your cunt. You giggled as he kissed a trail down your neck and over your collarbones as he fondled your breasts. He latched his mouth onto one of your breasts and his tongue swirled around your nipple as his free hand ripped off your panties. 

Taehyung’s fingers slipped inside you easily since you were already sopping wet for him. He smirked as the curl of his fingers made you moan and squirm beneath him. Taehyung pulled away from your breast with a satisfying “pop” and slid down to face your bare pussy. He licked shallow stripes along your folds to tease you, and let out a low chuckle when you whined for more. He placed a finger on your clit and started to rub it rapidly, not giving you any time to adjust to the intense sensation. It only took a few seconds before you were moaning and shaking at his touch.

Taehyung wasn’t finished. He went back to eating you out while pumping two fingers inside of you. The overstimulation had you seeing stars. You cried out as you came again, drenching his chin with your juices. Taehyung gave you a satisfactory grin as he rose from between your legs to align his dick with your dripping pussy.

You groaned as he filled you up. He went slow at first, his eyes closed with pleasure. You gazed at him fondly while he fucked you. He was so beautiful even when your cum was on his chin and his sweaty hair was stuck to his forehead. Taehyung opened his eyes and looked down at you with a smile. He leaned forward to kiss you once more as he snapped his hips against you. 

“You’re gonna make fun of me for cumming so soon. But I can’t help it when you’re wetter than usual,” he panted as his strokes became sloppier. 

“I won’t complain, you already made me cum this morning, now it’s your turn,” you answered between moans. Taehyung grunted as he came inside of you, his hot semen filling you up. He gave you one final kiss before collapsing beside you. 

“You know, you never told me how I saved your life,” you said after a while.

“Hmm?” Taehyung hummed.

“You mentioned it the night you turned me,” you clarified. 

“Ah, yes. My life had been meaningless for a long time before you came. For a while I was contemplating on ending it myself. But you came along and rescued me. You gave me purpose again,” he explained.

“Wow. Not to be cheesy, but you did the same for me. Honestly my life was mundane before you,” you blushed.

“Surely the best vampire hunter in the world led an exciting life,” Taehyung teased. 

“I suppose I did, but I would take a lifetime with you over it any day,” you smiled, “I love you, my little vampire.”

“I love you too, ___. There’s no one else I’d rather spend eternity with.”

Published December 14, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.

[vaguely-concerned]

X-men Evolution; the great 2021 rewatch liveblog

exactly what it says on the tin, about halfway through the show I had TOO MANY FEELINGS and had to start writing some of them out haha (gets quite gambit & rogue/gambit heavy in the latter half, Because of Who I Am as a Person)

- this is my childhood’s x-men, my formative experience with them, and I’m happy to report that still seems like a good thing. the little eleven year old within me gets to geek out and have a good time with the characters and the surprisingly good animation and writing, adult me gets to CACKLE at regular intervals at the fashion/technology/absolute bonkers hot garbage comic book nonsense they use to justify a storyline every now and then, it’s been a good time 

- I was like ‘ah well it is super dated it probably won’t be quite the same now’ and then rogue’s HAIR did the THING in the opening and ‘it’s all coming back to me now’ started playing in the background... the little baby queer in me swooning across time and space

- such a good beast, both his design and the writing, my heart aches for him all the time. he’s just so passionate! about being a teacher! helping young humans learn the stuff they’ll need in life! the most wonderful nerd man, just let good things happen for him

- I’m going to go ahead and assume that rogue’s ‘crush’ on scott is more of a deeply complex psychological process about desiring normalcy and intimacy and trying to figure out if she’s queer and dealing with her emerging sexuality and latching on to the first and best safely unavailable and nonthreatening older boy to project these issues onto rather than actually being a real thing, because I respect her so much as a person and I cannot bring myself to imagine she’s honestly attracted to a man who has POSTERS OF CARS on his bedroom wall. (I’ll give jean a break just because she seems to have a longer deeper history with him that might counteract some of that libido-kill, and also she’s a jock so lol)

like I am very sorry but can u imagine being a teenage girl with any interest in a boy with model cars in his bedroom when gambit’s swanning around being a much, much, much worse choice on almost every possible level but in a teen girl kryptonite kind of way? inconceivable  

(I drag scott quite a few times in this and it’s not because I don’t love him, it’s just his tragedy to be the most draggable man in the world)

to be fair by the time gambit shows up that whole Situation has mostly played itself out I suppose but still  

- toad’s design is so ineffably brilliant, I can’t quite tell you why but that ugly cute charm has really stuck with me, he’s one of the characters I remembered the best to this day just visually

- poor evan... he truly never had a chance, did he, they just saddled him with the most 90s teen bullshit they could come up with like he’s some kind of ‘what adult writers think teens like’ frankenstein’s monster ;______; it’s not your fault honey

- poor poor POOR storm, she gets one focus episode and they were like ‘we’re going to make an episode so racist -- ‘

I’m still STUNNED at how bad it was, but undeniably I laughed hysterically to the point that my neighbours were probably worried when that dude was earnestly like ‘He [stunningly breathlessly racist caricature of a ‘witch doctor’ guy] has stolen her powers, and he’s going to use them to take over Africa!!!’ fhajsdlfhsakjldfh oh really? tell me more, like how the fUCK this could be on television within my life time fasdlfhsdkjfhsad f  just... fahjksdfh

- it’s a testament to gambit’s appeal as a character that his charm can survive what they’ve done with his hair and beard choices in this one fajskfhs regrettable but true I still fuckn LOVE him and in my highly biased yet Correct opinion he should have been around much more. get you a man who manages to stay hot through sheer Vibes even with a bowl cut

- aw scott/jean is kind of sweet in this show even if it’s taking them forEVER to get there, I like it 

- it’s very nice of rogue to not mention magneto’s romantic daydreams and nostalgic memories about charles xavier after touching his face that one time... or maybe her brain did her a service and repressed it, there’s some stuff you shouldn’t have to know about your father figure   

- the danger room is the very definition of ‘why do we even have that lever’ and I wonder what the fuck prof x does to have enough money to replace everything that gets busted all the time

- I’d say that a lot of the writing holds up surprisingly well! (but some of it is also incredibly inexcusably racist in ways that beggar belief, so... not full marks here) the characters have distinct voices and their arcs are set up and delivered on solidly for the most part, and there’s a lot of love showing through in small moments that are just there to have a funny/interesting thing to say about the characters and how their powers work separately and in combination. listen, sometimes I get so thirsty for like. basic goddamn competency in storytelling, let me have this

- ugggggh why is there captain america in my x-men have I not suffered enough... very very funny when prof x goes ‘sounds like you knew rogers personally’ and logan is like ‘I did ;)’ *all the students ganging up on steve rogers* “did you fuck our teacher, captain america?!”

- fskadfhas WHY are you showing me hot young-ified magneto’s ass fksjahfskj charles is not even here to see it, what a tragic waste erik 

- ...I was sort of kidding before but uh I think logan genuinely did fuck captain america (or at least wishes very much that he did lol)

- wanda can have a little watching the world burn. as a treat for the way every single adult in her life has fucking failed her (’aren’t they treating you well here’ professor x she’s in a straightjacket)  

- poor rogue tho can you imagine finding out after your biggest crush on a girl yet that she’s your fucking MOM in disguise... I would break out in cold sweat every time I thought about a boob forever after

- well seems like they really just had all that homoerotic rivalry stuff between quicksilver and spyke in their first ep only to never do anything with that again ever?? I mean even without the gay undertone that seems like a dynamic you spent most of an episode setting up writers what the hell haha

- dslhfkasjlh GAMBIT THERE HE IS MY BOY IS ON THE SCENE THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!! I don’t even care about his awful hair situation or the fact that his eyes are wrong here (coloured contact lenses, maybe, for a watsonian explanation? though he’d probably have to get them made special, considering he needs the sclera and the iris covered up in different ways, I’ve seen some comic panels indicating he has been known to?)

(cute little detail: when he shuffles the cards the first time we see him he ends with removing the top card to show the ace of hearts beneath <3 foreshadowing baBEY he’s a... good-ish boy deep down. hey he tries okay shit gets complicated sometimes lol) 

- cracking UP at gambit perched cheerily on the edge of a crate dispensing cards in the middle of the battle... he’s like ‘eh it’s a livin’ sfsajkhf remy stop working for supervillains just because you had nothing to do on a thursday afternoon and they said they’d pay you

- I’m guessing magneto must have imposed a strict order of silence on these guys or something because I cannot imagine any other reason for him to shut up, especially once he notices rogue is a QTE (or, far more likely, they hadn’t settled on any voice actors for the new characters until next season haha. it is kind of odd that they’re all keeping up near monastic silence, though, even sabertooth lol) 

- WHAT an epic first meeting for us rogue/gambit fans here... first his shadow like there’s fireworks going off behind him lighting him up and then he gives her the fuckn king of hearts and she’s so enchanted by his dumb handsome face she doesn’t even notice it’s about to blow up in her hands and it all happens in heavily meaningful silence afjsdfjashjk no wonder this ship ingrained itself in my hindbrain  

yeah look smug while you can remy she’s gonna have you on your knees one day and you’ll be happy about it lol

- god storm is so COOL, everything just fading out of focus when she really gets going... give her more screen time, show!!

- mystique is every person... this person... that person... that bird... that cat... that wolf... I’m not even sure she’s not also me... are you sure she’s not you? 

- holy fuck I respect the hell out of the decision to just... blow up the entire status quo in a season ender, I only vaguely remembered that (actually in general I appreciate how good the continuity is -- buildings and places that get damaged in battles need to be repaired or rebuilt, it makes the consequences feel more real even when no one gets seriously hurt. where they get the money to restore scott’s car and logan’s motorbikes every time they go cablooie is still an open question tho lol is it credit card fraud, professor? is it telepathically acquired blackmail???) 

- I first watched this when I was nine or so, so it’s a real experience to go from my starry eyed intrigued ‘oh my god... they’re teenagers’ to my horrified adult perspective of ‘oh my god... they’re TEENAGERS D:’

that goes double for the brotherhood boys honestly, I’m here with tears in my eyes like ‘I’m sorry the system has failed you so badly you’re all just a bunch of dumb kids whose caretakers clearly fucked up spectacularly’  

like lance is always waiting for mystique to come back because she’s the closest thing he has to a safe parental figure, may we speak about how crushingly depressing that is 

- rogue is so ready to throw hands at literally any moment and for that I love and treasure her immensely (I think getting to see her be so surly and unreasonable and sometimes difficult and jealous, like any teenager, meant a lot to me as a kid who was not really allowed to be any of these things, this version of the character has stayed with me so deeply. she holds on so fiercely to her right to feel what she feels and be what she is even when it’s ‘ugly’ or unreasonable, which I think plays in really interestingly with how her powers involve getting invaded by other people’s thoughts and memories to the point of overwhelming her own sense of self and the fact that she clearly has a lot of self-loathing and self-consciousness and confusion about her identity as well. I love her so much)  

- oooof this is the ‘the gang experience a microaggression’ episode huh (well more like macroagressions really)

hits a bit different with adult eyes and perspective huh

- hearing jean sound almost like a child when she says ‘that’s so unfair!’ somehow has me like ;______; -- she has to be so adult and responsible all the time, and having her be reduced to the kid she still is and should get to be in front of this awful awful man she could squash like a bug with the flick of a thought... ugh I’m Big Sad (it is funny that jean seemingly plays Every Sport tho djfhaskj)

- MY BOY IS BACK!!! this time with the duster coat and his eyes the right colour, im so happy (too bad about the subdued colour scheme tho; I adore his dumb bright pink getup with my whole heart)

it’s kind of adorable that he takes the time to take the bullies aside and go ‘I know these guys can’t wreck you without getting expelled, but I think you’ll find no law set down by god or man would stop me from doing so whenever I wanted to. so piss off and leave them alone’ lol he’s looking out for them, in his own way

- in this episode: remy lebeau wrangles some kids while looking bored yet mildly amused the whole time. what the fuck does magneto have on you for you to agree to this level of babysitting duty buddy

- fun detail I noticed b/c when I get a fave I hyperfixate: he gave rogue the king of hearts before, but he ‘introduces’ himself to the brotherhood here (lol) with the jack of hearts, probably to symbolize he’s here as someone who works for magneto in this setting and not as his own man? it’s a demotion he’s given himself there, anyway, might be he’s not very pleased about his current position huh 

- I like it when rogue and kitty team up, they’re not very effective together but their squabbling is so cute and non-aggressive 

- pietro is what draco malfoy would be if I ever found malfoy interesting to watch for even one moment, every time quicksilver talks I’m like ‘what wonderfully insufferable thing is going to come out of your mouth this time you little shit :’)’

- a) why are scott and logan shirtless for this scene? I am not complaining on the logan side of things at least but why and b) I laughed so hard I almost fell off my couch when scott asked logan if he’d ever been in love and he was like ‘once. she was the most beautiful bike I ever saw’ falsdfhaskjfhsakjlfhasklhjfd THE BEST VERSION OF WOLVERINE EVER, ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES 

- mystique’s sheer dedication to being a petty bitch is kind of inspirational tbh, almost makes me want to go on a completely bonkers and extra crusade of personal revenge myself  

- oooh they’re doing some genuinely cool things with vision/lack of vision in this one (it’s the scott left on his own in the desert without glasses one btw) even visually, dang! I’m so sad this show didn’t get more seasons than it did, honestly, it deserved it

- hell yeah jean wreck her, go get your man with the suspiciously specific clothing damage normally done to female characters 

awww :’) okay yeah they’re super sweet, I love the tiny loving animation details like how he leans his head against her and her stroking his hair away from his eyes

- nooo don’t bully evan leave my t0tally r4dical sk8er boy alone :(

- I love the running joke of people fleeing in blind panic only to reveal that what they’re running from is kitty’s cheerful well meaning little face fskfaskh 

- scott and jean are already peak married after officially being together for one episode and it’s adorable, and they just stone cold threw logan under the bus, rip wolverine we hardly knew ya

fjasdlfasldfhslajdkfhsadkjlfhsdkjalfhsdakfh h jean establishing herself as the alphabitch of this relationship by throwing her man to the wolves right after dsjfhaskjfhaskjhfsakjdhfaskjhfaskdhfskjahfskdajhf get smarter or get volunteered scott 

- ...eyepatch lady is so hot ngl

oh evan went to the place hank used to go to calm down ;________; (honestly he’s kind of won a place in my heart just by being a pretty normal teenage boy haha)

- jesus fucking CHRIST can you imagine being storm having to look her sister in the eye as she tells her ‘I lost your only child, he’s *vague gesture* somewhere in the sewers we think’ this poor woman

- amanda the self admitted monster fucker you are so VALID (I love her and her family’s design so much tho!)

- it’s so cool that even in his human ‘disguise’ kurt’s fingers follow the shape of his actual hand beneath it rather than moving like a five fingered hand, it’s such a lovingly consistent little detail 

- magneto and mystique in a breathless race to see who can be the shittiest parent... tune in next week for yet another parental nadir (also some low-poly gambit appearances in this one, for those at home keeping score (me), he’s in the background looking like someone drew him with their eyes closed fakjldfhasd look how they massacred my boy)

- someone please teach the brotherhood boys about consent huh

- jean ‘soccer mom before her time’ grey and her SUV dfhakjlhds :’)

- im sobbing rogue baby girl i’m so sorryyyyyy, this voice actress is so good, my parental instincts suddenly kicked into overdrive hearing the crack in her voice :( (bb me was right tho rogue centric episodes ARE the best episodes. that tension between ‘do I identify witn this character or am I crushing on her?? both???’ now has the fun new addition of ‘oh god oh no you are a baby I want to shield you with my body from everything trying to hurt you’)

- mystique is like ‘so you see despite you telling me you never wanted to see me again I completely disrespected that and posed as a friend your age, manipulated you by offering you the mirage of direly needed emotional intimacy and belonging and added some sprinkles of homoerotic tension to it just to massively worsen your already existing grievous psychosexual trauma and identity issues... out of love’

god go jump in a black hole you fucking monster 

- there’s some very interesting and quite subtle subtext about the people she’s morphing into and what that says about her mental state/how it shows off some of her emotional baggage with the rest of the team. it’s like she’s switching between people/powers that fit the purpose as if she’s going through cycles of fight/flight (and then bursts of freeze where she’s herself, which is... so sad)

- this whole episode is hurting my heart but rogue at full power is undeniably epic  

 - ‘professor x get your goddamn act together and get this poor girl some fucking tHERAPY’ challenge

- SAFE PAPA LOGAN ;_____;

- EYYYYYY opening straight on My Lad, I cannot stop winning!!!!! 

fasdfhsad disintegrating the window with a smiley face... remy I do love you more than my heart can bear honestly, hello may we speak about the fact that his urge to be a little shit is so deep and strong it survives mind control (that little breathed out ‘hiah!’ as he vaults the fence too dsakfjsd)

hahaha and he does up the coat fhsalfdsaj 

- magneto dismissing other telepaths like ‘puh-lease, your Meaningful Looks have got nothing on my ex-husband’s’ 

- :’) rogue and kurt sibling timeees

- say what you want but this pyro guy’s got job satisfaction in being a creepy arsonist with a weird recurring horse theme (well at least twice but still weird)

- I love how beast is the kindest man to ever walk the earth but also straight up savage, this man drags people so hard their ancestors wince in their graves

- gambit taking the time to complete the guard’s game of solitaire -- this episode is giving me everything I want. u little disgrace mr lebeau

and THEN he takes the spider out in the most hilariously bonkers way my heart is so FULL

(I love that when magneto moves by he looks startled and has to quickly move his head out of the way to avoid getting kicked in the temple too that’s a fun detail)

I’m so INTO how this sequence shows off that his greatest strength isn’t even his powers (which are pretty straightforward, really, he makes go boom, longer time and bigger thing bigger boom) but that he’s clever and creative and always extremely ready to be the most harebrained-bananapants-extra-in-a-deceptively-laidback-sort-of-way person in the room (I actually have some genuinely Deep Thoughts about how his whole character does a really interesting thing with having the straightforwardly destructive nature of his powers yield to what his nature as a person is, and how using the playing cards play (heh) into it, maybe I’ll write it out some day. just the fact that he could use anything, but he deliberately chose something that adds style and playfulness and corny charm to it and that also limits the damage of the explosions compared to if he habitually used something with more mass... I find it fascinating how much he’s made a story around himself with it and how deeply it shows he does have a good heart, at the end of the day, in almost a metatextual way. he doesn’t want to destroy things or people, he’s at worst (and best lol) a thief.)

- I honestly have literally no memory of white nick fury (which seems so weird now isn’t it funny) in this series from when I was a kid, he clearly did not make an impression on me lol

- mr wolverine ‘assigned canadian at birth’ x-men 

- oh man I dig the androgynity of x-23′s outfit (even tho they had to compensate with the long hair, which... kind of doesn’t make sense in-universe but does on a design level because it’s a crucial thing that she’s a female clone of logan so yeah okay fine whatever have your arbitrary gender markers if you must haha)

ooooooh that’s actually really clever, they make her gender gradually more obvious as she unravels through the episode and her outfit changes -- first the mask coming off, and then her jacket opening to show her silhouette more clearly, that’s cool!  

- my god what really sets this show apart is how much it invests in little character and relationship moments, it’s just so fucking GOOD! it gives laura looking in on those moments such depth and weight because it’s new to her but established to us as an audience, this is how you make found family devastating people (storm growing bonsai trees is so charming too haha) 

- ooof this is honestly quite harrowing 

SHE’S SO SMALL COMPARED TO HIM I’M CRYING (at least that part of his genes translated over faslkfsjdh short king, I say this with all the love and support of a fellow short monarch)  

- tabitha seems to just be running around doing precisely whatever the fuck she wants and you know what I support her even if she is an asshole her father left her a bunch of trauma and no fucks left to give 

- still thrilled about professor x explaining the spider key fuckup to magneto after the fact like ‘magnus you dumb bitch this is why we split up’ 

- awww kitty has anime and movie posters on her wall and sleeps with a stuffed toy :’)

-          remy                           rogue

                              🤝

doing completely unnecessary parkour around the brotherhood living room seemingly just for the hell of it... I’m not saying soulmates but fucking soulmates 

- fhsadkjlfhsakjldfhsadjkfhsdajkfh just as gambit’s soul-level need to be a little shit survived his bout of mind control, rogue’s deep and urgent desire to kiss gambit full on the mouth survived hers I can’t breathe

she looks so pleased with herself too GOOD FOR YOU GIRL at least get something out of this other than more trauma 

also not only the fact that he’s smart enough to figure out what’s going on (though he’s only partially right about who’s behind it. I do so enjoy gambit/mystique deep and sincere antipathy as a constant across all universes tho lmao pure wlw/mlm hostility) but also that he keeps fending her off like he’s not trying to hurt her even though she’s in nigh on unstoppable and invulnerable terminator mode... awww 

- gambit having absolutely no patience for wolverine and sabertooth’s bullshit macho-off and consistently being this little biker trio’s one brain cell is adding years to my life with every passing moment

his voice is a little different in these scenes too, a bit softer and less like he’s trying to impress someone, it’s nice

- hank: well I barely recognize any of these (completely made up) ‘ancient egyptian hieroglyphs’ but from what I can make out -- *proceeds to infodump a perfect coherent narrative* fjdhfak  

listen this whole thing is such nonsense on so many levels, I’m just turning my brain off so I won’t have to think about it okay, the compulsion to put ancient aliens in egypt haunts us as a culture 

- I am CACKLING about gambit in the snow after having to listen to these two chucklefucks ooze testosterone at each other for hours

he started out taking it in good cheer and is now reduced to ‘dieu would both of you just jump off this fUCKING mountain please’

- ah. a little oops-a-daisy there, we seem to have unleashed the apocalypse. please stand by (they really don’t pull their punches with the season cliffhangers in this show haha)

- opening the season on gambit’s merrily grinning face is the easiest way to gain my favour. yes good this season may commence 

baby u r my

 ANGELLLLLLLL

(he’s so cute here tho haha I think it shows the design isn’t unsalvagable, just get him better hair and stubble more like logan has and you’ve basically got it) 

love his exasperated eyeroll when the dude gets spooked (by his eyes? or just the general weirdness?) too

he’s just trying to keep this crazy family of evil mutants together and unmurdered by one another until they’ve managed to avert the end of the world, bless him  

- oh NO rogue’s LIP wobbles my hhhhhheart ;____; such a good animation detail to put in

- like... I know kurt is just a sad scared teenager with a lot of shit going on and all the adults are too busy averting the end of the world to help him... but buddy maybe don’t ask your sister to wake her abuser (who forced her to kickstart the end of the world!!!!!) when she feels utterly unsafe even with her statue version around huh

- ...wanda is good and I want only good things for her. and for her dad to be disemboweled for what he did to her both the first time around and when he forced her to forget I mean what 

- magneto throwing an epic satelite-slinging tantrum b/c ‘no I am the biggest sexiest strongest mutant of the pack :(’... erik fucking get over yourself 

- yes boys absolutely go along with a plan suggested by a dude who looks at you like this 

nothing bad can come of this surely asdfkhsa

- lance’s quarter of a braincell always trying to go ‘hey wait, maybe... not do this???’ and it never helps lol

- in this episode: Logan Has A Bad Day 

...some very specific bondage positions he’s held in here, I am sure this episode awakened something in someone once upon a time lol 

- logan shielding x-23 with his body... im fine it’s okay I’m not crying don’t look at me

- afsdhlsdfjasdlk those sure are some ‘scottish’ accents flsadkjhkdsjahfsd

- scott relieved to finally be able to cede the position of ‘charles xavier’s least favourite son’ to someone else fjsaklfhsajd (poor scott it’s not your fault honey)

supremely cowardly to suggest there is an ex-wife involved rather than charles slutting his way around the british isles back in the day but okay

- kurt with a cold is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. it’s okay kid it’ll get better soon

- ...is there an implication here that professor x is naturally blond. because I am losing my entire little mind about it (i mean he at least has to carry the gene, as does this lady?)

ETA: upon doing some research into this I can indeed confirm that charles xavier does seem to be naturally blond, and after this knowledge I will never be the same 

- “listen, dracula” fskdafghasd oh scott you sweet baby angel I love you

- I know jean’s abilities are a bit ‘as strong or as weak as the plot needs right now’ at this point (so you can have the setup for what’s going to happen with them eventually and she’s basically invincible ;____;), and normally I’m cool with it but god I want her to just squash lucas like a little bug

- ewwwww please don’t ever say ‘daddy’ like that again

- ...what the fuck is even going on this episode’s a mess 

like okay the split personality thing could be something but the way it’s done... what just happened lol

- MY BOY EVAN IS BACK! with a real glowup too (...though kind of weird how he suddenly looks like a grown man)

- augh scott’s eyes are so pretty oh my god ;__________________________;

- that episode in the first season where evan makes the ‘this is my new family!!’ video is so sad now (also, again, his poor poor parents) 

- time for: life affirming road trip with gambit (involuntary) faskljdfhaskjd

stunt therapist remy lebeau 

- I mean the way he goes about it is batshit insane and it’s very much secondary to what he’s actually up to but this is the first time rogue’s sounded genuinely hopeful and confident and like herself in like a season <3 

- he is disconcertingly pleased about her nearly throwing him off the train, and may I just say I agree it’s so nice to see rogue with her old fire back 

- the first time I watched this it was of course dubbed into norwegian, so I had no idea either of these characters were southern lol (though to be fair I probably wouldn’t have had much context for what it meant exactly either, I was like ten at the time and not too interested in america) I seem to dimly remember the norwegian voice actor did a little more of a ‘french’-tinged accent for gambit all over tho haha  

- you know what respect where it’s due, pyro dude knows to live his life for the lols and one has to admire his sociopathic dedication to it

interesting that he, too, seems to have fucking hated magneto -- I wonder if the implication here is that he kept all the acolytes in line with blackmail or by keeping something/one hostage? (except sabertooth maybe he’d just have to say ‘you get to fuck shit up and fight wolverine’ and that’d be enough)

- fsdakfhsd he’s so focused on her he doesn’t notice that guy about to hit him fkafhsa 

- fuck everything else except whatever the hell these two’ve got going on

- it’s weirdly cathartic to have rogue have a conversation with someone who was not happily adopted as well, I don’t think kurt like. gets it because his parents loved him unconditionally and still do 

birds of a feather motherfucker  

- fun detail: when the x-men team are on the shore and logan is sniffing around scott is stepping in something and trying to wipe it off his boots in the background

- when he wakes up after passing out from the touch he’s smiling even though she’s standing over him looking like the rage of god outlined by the moon fsajfsa well the last time he passed out like that it was from a kiss, maybe he still has some hopes and dreams in that direction lol (also he recovers from the tumble down the hill first and is checking on her before accidentally brushing her cheek with his hand, which I thought was sweet) 

and it was in that moment he knew he fucked up *passes out*

- ‘I can explain’ can u remy. can u  

- did it ever even occur to you to just. ask her. to help you. I mean I know it didn’t but like rogue’s always one second away from throwing hands with some bully and is stupidly ride or die, if you’d given her the puppydog eyes she would have crumbled immediately (fair enough I guess this entire episode is telling us he’s not from a background where he has much experience with people just helping him without a price haha) 

- his eyes glowing when he’s angry or upset or using a lot of his power is undeniably cool as all hell. I’m just saying it would be Big Sexy if they sort of flickered with light in moments of genuine vulnerability okay  

- his coat... his coat is what makes the Silhouette tm and I could not be happier about it 

- another parent of the year contestant enters the running lol “hey remy have you ever considered that you’re more of a walking bomb factory than a person? that’s certainly how I think of you hahaha c’mon kid let’s go” 

- the running joke of jean luc getting dollar signs in his eyes seeing the other mutant powers and gambit being like ‘nO!!!!’ and pulling him along is amazing haha

- from the way he looks when he touches rogue accidentally and the way he talks to his dad I’m sort of getting the feeling this gambit might actually be a bit younger than he looks?

here too -- idk why but it’s making the ‘wait is he baby???’ alarms go off in my head haha. very early twenties at most. 

- and we’ve officially seen him with all the face cards in the heart suit folks! (yes this is the sort of thing my brain notices no I don’t know either)

- poor logan running his ass off this whole episode in a panic and then she’s like ‘nah he’s fine (in several meanings of the word ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) please put him down’ hfaskfsda

- rogue without makeup!!! her eyes look so naked like this haha <3

- oooh here’s a really interesting thing that tickles my brain a bit in this specific part of the scene where gambit frees his dad -- the part where he’s leaning against the door frame waiting for jean luc, who’s about to suggest using the opportunity to ruin the rival gang from the inside rather than slipping away while they still can

from his expression here he knows what’s about to happen, what jean luc is about to say, and it’s clearly a ‘man who thought he’d lost all hope loses last additional bit of hope he didn’t even know he still had’ sort of situation. he KNOWS what jean luc is like, and it still hurts that he really, honestly can’t give him even this, can’t appreciate that remy’s already done all this shit for him when he extremely didn’t have to, without immediately (no really, it took him less than ten seconds to go there? jesus) demanding more.  

remy tells him “I’m just here for you” and jean luc does not understand it. remy seems to be sincere in this motivation -- rogue certainly thinks so, having experienced it second hand and found enough at least emotional merit in it to decide he was worth saving even after all his bullshit (lol a bit of a running theme maybe. I think it’s very telling that after she absorbed mystique she was like ‘what the FUCK you’re a fucking monster’, and after she absorbed gambit she went ‘you did the wrong thing for the right reasons’ after she got over the first wave of outrage) 

there’s also what he says as he stands there: “You don’t need me for that”, with the distinct implication that jean luc would only keep him around because he has a use for him and for no other reason -- and then jean luc shamelessly doubles down on that by specifying that it’s not even him he’s got a use for as such, just his powers. that’s some kicking puppies level of deliberately missing the point, it’s almost impressive in how cheerfully mean it is haha

this idea of using people is really important in this episode because remy’s doing basically exactly the same thing to rogue to begin with; it doesn’t really matter to his plan that it’s her that’s with him through this, just what her powers are. (I think it’s  p r e t t y  solidly implied that he does actually like her a lot outside of that too and maybe there is some comfort in having her around for this, but mostly he’s behind a smokescreen of lies through the whole thing sooo I doubt he’s even aware of it, honestly)     

but then it does matter that it’s her when she comes back for him, even after what he did. and unlike jean luc he understands what that means, that she did that for him, and that she didn’t have to. and instead of asking her for more, in return he gives her the thing it’s been established is what he considers the most valuable thing he has; his ‘last card’, the thing he’s credited with keeping him alive many a time, basically. it’s gone from using to mutuality, a tentative place of friendship, and at the end of the day he is a different man than his adoptive father, with a capacity for selflessness and love he lacks. which is of course some of the same stuff going on with rogue and mystique too, except rogue acted from a more fragile and unstable place and did something she regrets, or at least has a LOT of doubts about now, and she found some catharsis in helping someone make a different choice in a similar situation. man there’s some Stuff going on under the surface here haha

(by the way it’s a weirdly... meaningless yet intensely meaningful thing, the gifting of a symbol? of an idea? but he’s putting something very crucial of himself into her hands, is the subtext, and he expects her to understand, which she also does seem to do. at the beginning of the episode he’s proving that he’s seen something true about her -- “You’re such an unhappy girl”, knowing where she comes from, the way she’s mourning her lost confidence and autonomy with her abilities -- and here she’s proving she’s seen something true about him. :’) I wish this show had gone on long enough for this dynamic to progress, it’s really interesting and touching)   

- gambit dragging himself up onto dry land seeing someone approaching (to help?!): :D

gambit seeing that it’s logan and the look on his face: D: 

- rogue using her powers so confidently and fearlessly in this episode tho!!!! 

- *me crying* and then her FAMBILY comes to take her home and he says he’s looking out for her too and kurt still loves her even though they’re having a conflict thing between them and she’s finally able to use her powers without so much fear again and --

- ...did I just watch some baby lesbian love at first sight shit right now???  

- okay last two episodes let’s go

- HELL YEAH STORM (I love that she’s like ‘don’t give me a dumb order like that and I won’t have to disobey it’ too sdfjsaj) her voice has such command I’m usually very much not the ‘step on me’ type butttt

- y’know I feel like apocalypse’s main fault across all versions I’ve seen of him is that he’s like an immortal superpowered god king and he’s not even sexy. like at least make him hot if he’s going to be insufferable in every other way 

- also callout post for apocalypse: one time he made gambit into the Horseman of Death... and didn’t even make him sexy!!! you were handed remy lebeau, supreme bi disaster slut of the x men universe, and you couldn’t even make his brainwashed superpowered evil side hot?? a beautiful stubbled twunk with glowing red eyes and extremely charming :> face practically delivers himself into your hands and you do that to him???? I mean I’m sure apocalypse did some other bad stuff too but that was the worst one

(comics are so dumb y’all) 

- having to watch jean cry is emotional terrorism!! ;___; she has such older sister/mom energy, whenever she gets sad and helpless it hurts 

- oh, OH so PROFESSOR X you’ll make into a hunk and ~*strategically*~ rip his clothes to show off a nipple and a flawless pec in a way that makes me extremely uncomfortable because he’s like The Dad??? apocalypse you are rotten to the core this is unforgivable 

- so wait wanda never actually gets her real memories back. what the FuCk I hope that was a dropped storyline because they ended the show tragically prematurely rather than like. the plan

- why is spyke calling storm ‘storm’ show that’s his auntie o!! >:(

- as a society we need to acknowledge that apocalypse looks like a fucking clown

- ooooh yeah I have been thinking that this show’s greatest visual weakness so far has been not having a visual way to show telepathy/battles of the minds, but this is a pretty cool way to do it! better late than never

- I’m so happy rogue gets to end this herself, since she was forced into starting it against her will, it’s just nice and neat storytelling

- YEAH FUCKING TELL HER KURT AND ROGUE I AM SO PROUD OF YOU and she has the temerity to look pissed off oh my god

the only valid thing mystique has done in her entire life is be in love with destiny. literally everything else she gets up to is a travesty. like I know objectively she’s hot but my loathing for her stops me from even appreciating it. I do enjoy loathing her tho so please don’t change her haha

(a bit odd to have kurt’s attitude to her swing so much but I’m just going to assume he and rogue had a good long conversation after ‘cajun spice’ and that he understands what’s going on better now)

- this last part is such a cruel tease faskdfhsdaj ‘here are all the cool-ass things we had planned. sucks you never get to see it huh’ im devastated 

- magneto without his helmet and playing charmingly with children like charles is going ‘well at least I saved my marriage finally’ fsadkhfjsd (honestly tho I would be super interested in seeing how they’d redeem this magneto because he’s been a real bitch the whole time lol) 

there’s an interesting thing here where magneto looks down at wanda as the last thing he does on screen before this epilogue part (yeah I hope it fucking haunts you forever what you did to her erik you absolute piece of hot garbage) and the last thing charles does is look at jean b/c he knows what’s going to happen to her and it breaks his heart... Dramatic Parallells  

- just the hint of jean as the phoenix has me in full D:D:D: mode tho maybe I wouldn’t have survived it

- gambit in the last groupshot with his arm around rogue ;^) I mean I’m sure they’re headed for some turns and roundabouts along the way but what’s that thing she says as her wedding vow, that she’ll always find her way back? anyway that got me in my heart

- man I really wish this show had been given more seasons, we were barely even getting warmed up here :’(

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hey hey! im sorry you’re not feeling the best right now but is it ok if i request shuichi and his s/o going on a carnival date maybe? OOH and maybe his s/o plays a ton of the games to win shuichi the prizes? aah thank you in advance! i hope your taking good care of yourself >.<

Me likey! I’ll gladly do this request!

Good news guys, I’m feeling much much better. Things are looking up and hopefully won’t go downhill for a very very long time. Thank you all so much!

Carnival date with Shuichi Saihara

Summary: the request, I did a fem!reader for this cause I’m a girl and felt like writing a bit more close to home if that’s ok, if you really want gender neutral then I can reupload it with changed pronouns

Triggers: none I think

Writing style and genre: fluffy oneshot!

Y/N= your name

N/N= nickname

F/C= favorite color

You know the drill, it’s under the cut!

“Hey, Shu! You can come on in I’m just finishing up a bit!” You picked up your phone as you ran around your room, trying to gather the last few things you needed before going on your date with your boyfriend.

“Alright, Y/N. Is your door unlocked?”

“Yes but you also have a key, dork.”

“Right. Sorry. Be right in!” You hung up and chucked your phone onto you bed once more as you rushed around, hoping to be ready by the time he entered your room.

“Come on... come on.... where did I put-“

“Your bag in handing on your door.”

“WHAT THE- oh,” you breathed, covering your heart, “dang it Shuichi... you scared me!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he laughed, grabbing you bag and walking over to you, “I didn’t mean to.”

“Well yeah I figured,” you smiled and took it from him, wrapping it around you, “how on earth do you manage to move around so quietly?”

“Dunno, I just do I guess. You ready to go? You look great, by the way.” He looked you up and down, admiring your pastel F/C dress and how it perfectly fit you.

“Aww, thanks! Give me just one second,” you ran to you bed and grabbed your phone, shoving it into your bag and slipping on your shoes, “ok! Let’s go!”

He nodded and led you out to his car, opening the passenger seat for you before getting into the drivers. Shuichi started the car and pulled into the road, heading to the local carnival that was in your city for a few weeks.

He wasn’t a fan of traveling carnivals, mainly because the rides seemed super sketchy. But you begged and begged to go with him, and he couldn’t say no to his girlfriend, so he caved bought you day pass tickets. He was excited, because he always loved dates with you, he just wasn’t too excited for the rides you no doubt would ask to go on with him.

As long as it didn’t go upside down, he’d be fine.

When you finally got to the carnival he gave the front desk the tickets, and you both got wristbands that said you could go on any ride as many times as you wanted, since that came with the tickets he bought.

“Shu, come on!! I wanna go ride rides first!!” You eagerly pulled him towards the first coaster you saw, as he expected you’d do. What he didn’t expect was that the first ride had two loops, one right after the other.

“Y-Y/N... I don’t like going upside down.... it makes me sick, remember?” He felt bad reminding you because of how excited you looked, but he knew he wouldn’t last on that ride and he didn’t want to ruin the date right off the bat.

“Oh, I’m not making you ride it, silly! I want you to try and get a picture of me upside down!!”

“Oh... I can do that, y-yeah!!” He took your bag (and your glasses if you wear them so they wouldn’t fall off on the ride) and watched you get into the line. When he saw your ride going around, he did his best to take the picture to get it upside down. It’s up to you to decide if it was good or not.

“Did you have fun?” He asked as you came back and handed you your bag(once again and glasses if you have them).

“Yeah! It’s a shame you get sick, I would have seriously enjoyed doing it with you! But the girl I had to sit with was super nice and we talked a lot in the line so it’s fine!”

You avoided rides that went upside down after that, really wanting to go with him on most of the ones you did. Shuichi was never a fan of roller coasters, but he was a fan of seeing your excited face every time the ride had a drop.

Eventually you both got tired from the rides, walking around and looking at the other festivities. While Shuichi was buying you both caramel apples, you noticed a claw machine.

It was an infamous game that stole your money, yes, but you had money on you and the prizes in there were so. Cute. Especially one, that really caught your eye.

A big detective pikachu plush.

One look at it and you knew you HAD to get it for your boyfriend. He was a detective in training, after all.

Since it wasn’t too far away from where Shuichi was getting you snacks, you decided it would be safe to go without telling him where. He’d see you after looking around for a second.

You got to the machine and pulled out your wallet. One use of the claw was 50 cents(I’m sorry if you don’t live in America you can translate how much 50 cents is in your currency), and you had $10. You went to a coin machine nearby and traded in your dollar bills for coins. You had 20 chances to get the pikachu, and you were determined.

As expected, the game was extremely hard and definitely probably rigged. But you had your mind set on that plushie and you wouldn’t stop until you got it.

While you didn’t get the pikachu right away, you got a LOT of other prizes. The line Shuichi was in was decently long, so it wasn’t a surprise that it took him a little bit to get back to you. Luckily for you, because you wanted to surprise him.

You got the pikachu on your 19th try, a sigh of relief washing over you. You were left with only 50 cents, a detective pikachu plush, a small rubber duck that was dressed like a clown, a small bag of bubblegum balls, a Paw Patrol lunch box that you were totally giving him as a joke, and a foam pair of dice you’d probably give to Kokichi. You shoved the smaller items into your bag, triumphantly carrying the decently sized pikachu to your boyfriend who had just finished buying your treats. He gave you a questioning look, jumping as you held it out to him.

“Um... N/N? Where’d you get that?”

“In the claw machine!”

“The claw machine? You actually got something out of it?”

“I got a lot of things, this is just the thing that I actually wanted!”

“You wanted a detective pikachu plush...?”

“Yes!! For you!” You dragged him to a bench to sit down, taking the apples from him and giving him the plush in return.

“Wait, you got this for me,” he paused, looking at you with a deadpan expression, “this is because I’m a detective, isn’t it.”

“.....maybe.... but I also got you these!!” You handed him the other prizes from your bag, making him blush.

“Y-Y/N! You didn’t have to-“

“I wanted to! This is also for you because I know you forget to eat at work sometimes.” You handed him the children’s lunch box with a childish grin on your face, making him frown.

“I hate you.”

“No, you love me.”

“....yeah, I do...”

He was slightly embarrassed, having to carry around a pikachu plush everywhere after that, but he did enjoy it. After he dropped you off back home and kissed you goodbye, he went to his own home and set up the plush on his bed.

Placing the rubber duck beside his computer, he popped one of the gums into his mouth and looked at the lunchbox one more time. It was ridiculous. An item for children. But you gave it to him. Albeit, as a joke, but you still gave it to him. And he treasured anything you gave him.

He picked up the duck and set the lunchbox in its place, now setting the duck on top of that. Maybe he’d keep the lunchbox around a bit. To remind him of the amazing date you both had had that night.

I hope I did good, Anon! Luv u bb

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk,

—🐝

[reyesstrand]

froze by desire

i’ve had some requests for a sequel to this prompt fill, and i couldn’t resist so here we are! thank you to everyone that’s shown some interest in seeing a continuation to this story. also available on ao3! 

There’s a clap of thunder, and TK startles awake.

Images of his dream-turned-nightmare flash before his eyes, as he tries to burrow back under his covers and forget. He thinks of Carlos, in some undisclosed location, and how his subconscious keeps betraying him by making up the worst scenarios and attacking him whenever he’s asleep. He dreams of Carlos getting injured, Carlos getting ambushed, Carlos getting shot — and the worst part of it all is that TK gets extremely limited contact with him, and has no real idea about what his undercover operation entails.

TK groans into his pillow and flips to his other side, before ending up flat on his back. He tries to stay quiet, because the others are fast asleep in the bunks on either side of him, as he reaches over and grabs his phone. TK feels a little bit of comfort at the sight of his phone background — a brilliantly happy Carlos, eyes closed and laughing as Buttercup tries to lick his cheek — but his heart still falls when he finds no new messages from his boyfriend. He knows he shouldn’t expect anything, but it’s been exactly six months and a week today. He misses Carlos, and he’s trying to stay positive, but it’s still rough.

Thankfully, sleep takes over once more, and a few hours later the whole team is roughly woken up by the sirens going off. Buttercup trods behind them as they rush out of the sleeping quarters, though he eventually winds up curling up on the floor near one of the couches as they disperse to pull on their gear. Middle-of-the-night fires always bring out some tension amongst the crew, as it’s impossible to know exactly what they’re getting into, how many people they might have to evacuate — the list goes on, and Owen preps them for the possibility of rescue and medical assistance until EMS meets them at the scene.

They end up at a house fire, nothing they haven’t all experienced a hundred times, and TK and Marjan hang back to check vitals and tend to minor injuries while Judd and Paul are sent into the house after clearing it for structural stability. TK’s eyes drift to the police cruiser on scene — the same one Carlos would typically use, now occupied with his partner and her new rookie — and it sends a pang of longing through his core. Afterwards, once the flames have been distinguished and police have taken over, and once Michelle and her team gets the family properly checked over, Owen signals for them to head out as the sun lifts over the horizon.

TK just feels like he sort of floats through his days, now, and he tries not to let his worry get the best of him. But as Paul starts making his famous breakfast hash when they get back to the station, TK slips away toward the gym, where he blasts music in his ears and tries to work out his stress. He can’t hide for long, though; soon enough, Judd’s strolling in and gesturing for him to take his ear buds out.

“Judd, I’m really not in the mood, man,” TK says, a little winded as he drops down from the pull-up bar. He stares at the water bottle that the older man is holding out for him to take, until he eventually huffs a little and accepts it, taking a long swig. As he drinks, he lifts his brows at Judd.

“You need to come eat,” Judd lifts a hand when TK immediately opens his mouth to protest. “You’ve gotta take care of yourself, little bro.”

As he says the words, his muscles burn with over exertion. TK bites on the inside of his cheek. “I’m fine.”

It sounds strained and obviously false, even to his own ears. TK stares hard at the ground and Judd steps closer, clapping a hand down on his shoulder, still careful with how much pressure he uses as the gunshot scar still reminds them all of what happened almost a year ago.

“Listen, I know I don’t know the whole story, none of us do,” Judd says, reminding TK all at once that besides his dad, they hadn’t told the team really anything about Carlos’ departure — just that he’d be gone for a while for work. TK trusts them all like they’re family because they are, in more ways than one, but it’s not his place to disclose that information, and it tears him up a little everyday because letting more people in on the truth might alleviate some of the constant stress he feels twisting up in his stomach. “But we hate seeing you like this. So you’re coming down and eating breakfast even if I gotta drag you.”

TK smiles a little at Judd’s stubbornness. “Alright, I’m coming. And thank you, by the way.”

“We’re brothers, right?” Judd says, as if it’s an explanation in and of itself, and he tosses him a towel before they both head downstairs. As he comes into the dining room, he offers a quiet apology to the rest of the crew, and they all make a point of cornering him and hugging him until he can barely breathe.

* * * 

They’re running drills when it happens.

It’s been another few days and Carlos has finally sent him an update, claiming that there was a light at the end of the tunnel — there had been weeks where it felt like his operation would never end, and now TK doesn’t know what to do with himself now knowing that his boyfriend will be home in a matter of hours.

He’s trying to stay occupied; he has days where he’s a little more jittery than usual, itching for something to do, and his anxiety in waiting to see Carlos again only has him constantly keeping himself busy. TK follows Mateo’s instructions to help him with his own method of deep-cleaning the rig, and he works out with Marjan, and now his dad’s got them running training drills with the hoses when a car honks from where it pulls up in front of the station. And TK knows that Camaro.

“What are you waiting for, lover boy?” Marjan asks, cocking a brow at him as she offers him a warm smile. TK proceeds to very elegantly drop the coiled hose from his shoulder so it lands with a thump on the ground, and starts moving toward the car and past his teammates as Carlos, in the flesh, starts walking toward him.

TK doesn't care about the state he's in — he just runs until he knocks into Carlos, already deciding in his mind to never let him go.

He doesn’t care about the eyes on them and the fact that he’s still in his gear. TK slings his right arm around Carlos’ neck and feels every weight that’s been holding him down for the past six and a half months float away as Carlos secures his own arms around him.

“Holy shit,” TK murmurs, and he ends up repeating himself as he speaks into Carlos’ neck. Then he pulls back, and looks his boyfriend in his eyes. “Wait, what are you doing here? I thought we were meeting up at your place later.”

“I couldn't wait. I had to come see you,” Carlos admits, and TK rapidly looks over his face and sees more tiredness evident in his eyes, but otherwise he looks safe and unharmed. “I handed over my files and I was granted a week off and now I’m here.”

TK grins, not even questioning how open he is with his emotions around Carlos and how terrified that would make him a year ago, and surges forward to kiss his boyfriend. He feels a hand gently caress the back of his head and TK presses closer, trying to make up for so much time in one kiss.

He does remember that his dad isn’t too far behind him, though. So is his whole family. Carlos seems to be aware of that too because he pulls back first, though he knocks their foreheads together and takes a deep breath.

“Hi,” Carlos says, now that the initial shock has worn off, voice quiet and adorable and TK’s heart lurches.

“Hi,” is all that TK can manage to say back, finding himself completely fucking smitten. “I missed you.”

His voice cracks and Carlos pulls him back in for a hug, both of them holding each other as tight as they can. Carlos murmurs I missed you, too into his ear, voice sounding thick with emotion.

“Are you okay?” TK asks, a little unnerved now that he’s letting himself overthink all that Carlos has gone through.

“Perfectly fine,” Carlos ensures him, words mumbled right into his skin. “I mean, it was all shitty in general. But I’m good, I swear.”

TK pulls out of the hug just enough to look at the other man incredulously. Carlos smiles that brilliant smile of his and some of TK’s worry ebbs. A little.

“I’m serious, Ty, I’m okay,” Carlos whispers. “I told you I’d be coming back to you, didn’t I?”  

“Yeah, yeah, you big softie,” TK smiles a little as he speaks, and he finally feels ready to step back so the rest of the team can say hi — but he keeps an arm curled around his boyfriend’s waist. Before they reach the others, TK meets Carlos' eyes again and nudges his shoulder against the other man’s. “I love you, you know.”

Carlos' eyes soften even more, if that's possible. "I love you, too."

"I should also prepare you for the shit they're about to give us but," TK pauses, pressing himself closer against his boyfriend's side. "But I feel like nothing could faze me right now."

"I was thinking the same thing," Carlos says, nodding toward where Michelle is now chatting with Owen, watching the two of them approach with a devilish smile counterbalanced with a fond gaze. "We've got each other though."

TK smiles at the words, reaching down to take Carlos' hand and thread their fingers together. As they suddenly become surrounded by their friends, it feels like an anchor that keeps him grounded — one that he doesn't ever want to let go of.

[myonechicagoworld]

CHICAGO FIRE – HANGING ON (S01E05)

Hallie Thomas: Hello? 

Matt Casey: Just checking in.

Hallie Thomas: I’m fine…

                          Really… I should be checking on you.

Matt Casey: Not a care in the world.

                      Turn here.

Hallie Thomas: Some gang cop breaks into our cars, and you  

                           don’t have a care in the world?

Matt Casey: That’s right. Just another day. 

Hallie Thomas: I want it noted for the record that I don’t believe a  

                          word you’re saying.

Matt Casey: Good thing you’re a doctor and not a lawyer, because 

                      I’m just gonna let this blow over. Call you later.

                      I’ll just be a minute.

Peter Mills: Lieutenant.

                                        [truck door shuts]

Lady 1 (lady on the phone): Sir, um, you can’t go in there. Sir?

                                      [door swings open]

Hank Voight: Listen, I have a visitor. I’ll get back to you.

                                         [receiver clicks]

Matt Casey: Stay away from me.

Hank Voight: Excuse me?

Matt Casey: I’m telling you to back off. 

                     I’m telling you and whatever garbage you have   

                     working under you to stay the hell away from 

                     us.

Hank Voight: Sir, I don’t know what this department did to…

Matt Casey: I mean it. 

Hank Voight: Get your ass out of my office before I throw you  

                       through that window.

Matt Casey: The threats don’t work, Voight. 

                      I’m not some scared banger begging for a look the  

                      other way. Know this…I’m not retracting my 

                      statement. Ever.

                      What, you all afraid of this guy? Huh?

                      Someone tell me why.

Hank Voight: Alright, come on, get back to work. Show’s over.

(Over radio): Truck 81. Factory accident, Ogden and Ash.

                                            [engine starts]

Matt Casey: Drive.

                                          [truck door shuts]

                                                  cutscene

Man 1: He’s over here.

             Move out of the way. Move! Move!

Kelly Severide: How we doing?

Victim 1: [panting] I just need some help getting it out.

Kelly Severide: Okay, well, just stay with us.

Christopher Herrmann: The power’s off, it’s locked out. Holy cow.

Mouch: Bone saw.

Gabby Dawson: What do we got?

Leslie Shay: Excuse me.

Kelly Severide: Trapped arm,

Gabby Dawson: How are you feeling?

Victim 1: Not so good to tell you the truth.

Gabby Dawson: [whispers] That’s a lot of blood.

                            What’s your name, hun?

Victim 1: [clears throat] Garrett.

Gabby Dawson: Garrett, how long you been stuck, hun?

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans & whimpers] I don’t know.

Gabby Dawson: [yelling] How long’s he been stuck?

Man 1: Going on 15.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans]

Firefighter: Here it is.

Leslie Shay: There we go.

Gabby Dawson: Okay, we gotta get him out now.

Kelly Severide: Alright, I loosen it up a little bit.

Victim 1 (Garrett): Good. 

Gabby Dawson: Garrett, we’re just gonna put some morphine in  

                            alright? Give us a minute.

Leslie Shay: You good?

Firefighter: Mmhmm. 

Leslie Shay: Alright sweetie, I gave you some morphine. You 

                     should feel better soon, okay?

Gabby Dawson: Garrett, we’re gonna try to ease your arm out now, 

                            okay?

Victim 1 (Garrett): [whimpering]

Gabby Dawson: Here we go. One…Two…three.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [screams] No! Stop! I can’t! I can’t!

                                           - Title Screen -

Matt Casey: Gear segments come right off. 

Hadley: What do you need?

Matt Casey: Wait. If we get the gears off, we can separate the  

                      casing and travel with it. We need power drills, 

                      ¼ inch hex, an Allen key. 

Capp: Excuse me, Sir.

Matt Casey: Mills, do the gears.

Capp: Here you go, Lieutenant.

Gabby Dawson: Okay?

Victim 1 (Garrett): [grunting]

                               God.

Kelly Severide: Let me in.

Peter Mills: Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it.

Matt Casey: Okay.

Victim 1 (Garrett): God!

Matt Casey: Come on.

                                           [drill buzzes]

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groaning]

Kelly Severide: Watch out, buddy.

                          Come on, Mills.

                          Support it, support it.

Gabby Dawson: Ready? Gurney’s coming in, guys.

Kelly Severide: Okay.

Hadley: Back up, back up, back up.

Leslie Shay: Behind you.

Peter Mills: Clear?

Firefighter: We’re clear.

Matt Casey: Okay.

Gabby Dawson: You good?

Matt Casey: Take it.

Hadley: Got it.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [screams] Oh God!

Kelly Severide: Watch it, watch it.

Firefighter: Got it, got it.

Leslie Shay: Sit down, sweetie. Sit down. Sit down. 

Kelly Severide: Do his legs. Do his legs.

Peter Mills: Just lay down. Lay down.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans]

Gabby Dawson: Alright, let’s get him out of here.

Leslie Shay: Casey, Severide, we need you guys. We gotta get this 

                     rig off.

Matt Casey: Yeah.

                                          [train horn blaring]

Victim 1 (Garrett): [groans]

                               God!

Gabby Dawson: Grab the I.V., set it to 5 millilitres drip.

                            We need 4x4s to stop this bleeding and call  

                            Lakeshore and tell them…[continues 

                            indistinctly]

Matt Casey: Ugh.

Kelly Severide: You all right?

Matt Casey: I didn’t sleep well.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, let’s go.

                                             [sirens wailing]

Leslie Shay: Possible crush syndrome, gave four of morphine,   

                     heart rate 130, his BP 110  palp, 2 litres of saline.

Victim 1 (Garrett): Call my boss, tell him…tell him that I’ll be there 

                               tomorrow, so don’t worry about… covering my 

                               shift.

Kelly Severide: Dude really loves his job.

Gabby Dawson: Ready on three.

                            One, two, three.

Victim 1 (Garrett): [screams] Oh, God!

                               [mumbling]

Nurse 1: He’s out. 

Hallie Thomas: Tourniquet’s on. 

                           And we’re ready here.

Matt Casey: Alright, let’s get this thing off.

                     Okay. This piece should just slide out.

                     Here. Ready?

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

Matt Casey: Thank you.

Hallie Thomas: Ease his arm.

Matt Casey: There’s two pieces.

Kelly Severide: I’ll grab it. I got it.

Hallie Thomas: Type and cross four units stat. I need  

                           compression. Get him to O.R. five. 

                           Go, go, go.

                           What a way to start the day.

Matt Casey: Not exactly.

Kelly Severide: Good to see you, Hallie.

Hallie Thomas: You too.

                           Well?

Matt Casey: Went to the CPD this morning; talked to Voight.

Hallie Thomas: You two talked it out?

Matt Casey: No.

                     I yelled.

Leslie Shay: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey.

                          Don’t suppose you could point me towards the  

                          Toradol? I might have twisted my shoulder again.

Leslie Shay: You’re dreaming.

Kelly Severide: Alright, don’t point. Just look toward it. I’ll do the 

                          rest.

Leslie Shay: Ugh.

                     [sighs]

                     [grunts in frustration]

Hallie Thomas: You don’t have to do it yourself.

Matt Casey: Then who else is gonna do it?

Hallie Thomas: The system…[continues indistinctly]

Leslie Shay: We ready?

Hallie Thomas: I want you to come home to me, Matt.

Gabby Dawson: Whatever.

                                               cutscene

Mouch: So wait, this bioactive refreshment can only be found on   

              what, Chebeague Island?

Christopher Herrmann: No, genius, it starts there in a natural  

                                        spring. They infuse it with the protein  

                                        and enzymes after in a laboratory. 

                                        Listen, all I know is this kid that I grew up  

                                        with is making a mint hocking this stuff.  

                                        You should see his status reports on 

                                        Facebook or whatnot. 

Otis Zvonecek: I’m sure he’s got a brand new Mercedes and a hot 

                           wife. 

Christopher Herrmann: Something like that.

Chief Boden: Hey, where’s Casey?

Christopher Herrmann: Guy got his arm buried in a machine,   

                                        so he went with Shay and Dawson to 

                                        the hospital to unbury it.

Chief Boden: You guys know anything about a visit to the CPD 

                        today?

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah, we made a stop coming back from Caldwell, 

                           said he needed to talk to somebody.

Chief Boden: Okay.

Otis Zvonecek: [gulping] That’s pretty good, actually. 

Christopher Herrmann: Yeah, sells itself.

                                         I got plenty more, guys. Drink up.

                                                [chuckling]

                                                 cutscene

                                            [water running]

Kelly Severide: You were good under there…with that machine.

Matt Casey: Thanks.

                                                cutscene

Mouch: Dawson.

              A little thank you from the paramedics regulatory board for 

              saving the Madeline girl last month. That’s your copy.

Gabby Dawson: Unbelievable. 

                            [exhales] “This serves as an acknowledgement   

                            that you have read and understood why this 

                            written reprimand was issued.”

Leslie Shay: Dawson, I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. You did the  

                     right thing, you know that. That girl would have died.

Mouch: Hey, it’s barely a slap on the wrist.

              I know Carla over there. I’ll make sure this goes right into  

              her circular file.

Gabby Dawson: Thanks, Mouch.

                            Oh, chives in the eggs. My day is getting better 

                            already.

Peter Mills: Thank you. Look.

Gabby Dawson: Hot sauce? Ugh, sorry.

Peter Mills: Lieutenant Casey, you eating?

Matt Casey: No.

Peter Mills: Okay.

Chief Boden: Casey, come with me.

Chief Grogan: The allegations are unfounded.

Chief Boden: Unfounded? I’m sorry, Chief Grogan, this has got 

                        Voight’s name written all over it.

Chief Grogan: There are no witnesses that Detective Voight was  

                         anywhere but on the job Halloween night.

                         Do you know how many tires got slashed that day?

Chief Boden: 15 years he worked gang unit. You don’t think he’s 

                        got a few locals who can do his dirty work?

Chief Grogan: And that is exactly why we have Internal Affairs and 

                        the A.S.A.’s office investigating. But I gotta tell you, 

                        without a direct link, what do you suggest we do, 

                        Chief Boden?

Chief Boden: I suggest you handle your precinct.

Chief Grogan: Wait just a damn minute.

Chief Boden: My Lieutenant and his fiancée are being harassed.  

                       Don’t you tell me to wait.

Matt Casey: Forget it, Chief. CPD isn’t gonna help. 

                     I’ll do it my own way.

Chief Boden: Casey, no. 

Matt Casey: Give me a better alternative.

                     Something.

Antonio Dawson: I’ll be the primary.

                              I.A., A.S.A., they got fish frying all over the city. 

                              I’ll take the lead on this. 

Chief Grogan: That’s fine by me.

                         We good here?

Chief Boden: Yeah, we’re good.

                                                   cutscene

                               [phone unlocks, keypad beeping]

Kelly Severide: [grunts] Anna, hey, it’s Kelly Severide. Sorry I  

                           haven’t called you back sooner. I changed 

                           cell phone numbers, and it was a big hassle. 

                           Anyway, look forward to hearing from you. 

                           Um, give me a call back when you have a 

                           chance.

                                               [phone locks]

Kelly Severide: [exhales and inhales sharply]

                                    [alarm sounds, PA buzzes]

Kelly Severide: [sighs]

(Over PA): Squad 3, Truck 94. Construction accident, 6248 South 

                  Francisco.

                                 [sirens wailing, horns honking]

Victim 2: [screams] Help! 

Victim 3: I can’t hold him!

Victim 2: Hurry! Help me! 

Victim 3: He’s slipping!

Victim 2: I can’t hold out! Help!

Kelly Severide: I’ll need your aerial on the other side of the church. 

                          Do the best you can, we’ll do the rest. 

                          Let’s gear up.

Victim 3: I can’t hold it!

Kelly Severide: Vargas, when they lock it down, have the rope bag   

                           at the ladder ready to go.

Jose Vargas: Got it.

Kelly Severide: Get that truck over there! Let’s go!

                                             [horn blaring]

Victim 3: I can’t…I can’t hold him.

Victim 2: Help! Please!

                                   [chatter on emergency radio]

Kelly Severide: Talk to me.

Victim 3: He’s slipping.

Victim 2: I’m loose!

Kelly Severide: Try to stay still. 

Victim 2 & 3: [whimpering & grunting] Hurry!

Kelly Severide: Coming to you. You hold tight now.

Victim 3: I can’t – I can’t hold him!

Victim 2: Help! Please! 

                                     [indistinct chatter on radio]

Kelly Severide: Alright, hang on me.

Victim 2: I-I can’t move.

Kelly Severide: Can you reach out with your other arm?

Victim 2: I can’t move it, no.

Victim 3: It’s my fault.

Kelly Severide: It’s alright. Just be calm, okay. We’re gonna get  

                          both of you down.

Victim 2 & 3: [whimpering]

Capp: This blue line’s for you. Gonna hook you up, take you down 

           first. 

Hadley: Line secure!

Kelly Severide: Okay, you can let go of him, we’ve got it.

Victim 2: [grunting]

Capp: No need to push off. Small steps.

           Here we go.

Kelly Severide: Keep it steady up there, Hadley.

Victim 3: He told me not to walk along the top, and I didn’t listen. 

Kelly Severide: What’s your name?

Victim 3: It’s Ty.

Kelly Severide: All right. Well, hold on, Ty.

Victim 3 (Ty): No, don’t, don’t, don’t! My leg! My leg!

Capp: All the way to the pavement. You’ve got it. 

Kelly Severide: Give me your hand.

                                            [creaking]

Hadley: Kelly!

Victim 3 (Ty): [screams] Ahh!

Kelly Severide: Hey, hang on!

                          Hadley, get that rope up here!

Capp: Doing great, doing great.

           (over radio) All clear. Pick it up.

Kelly Severide: Hang on.    

Victim 3 (Ty): [groaning] 

Kelly Severide: Aah! 

                          [groans] Aah!

                          Ty, reach up. In my right leg pocket, there’s a knife. 

Victim 3 (Ty): I can’t.

Kelly Severide: Ty.

                           Hey, listen to me. You have to. Gotta lose that  

                           extra weight.

Victim 3 (Ty): [groaning]

                      Come on.

                      Ahh! 

Kelly Severide: Cut the line.

                          Watch out below!

                                                     [thud]

Kelly Severide: [grunts]

Victim 3 (Ty): [groans]

Kelly Severide: Ty, grab the line. Clamp it to your harness.

Victim 3 (Ty): I got it, I got it, I got it.

Kelly Severide: [yells] Okay, Hadley.

                           Ty, just slow now the rest of the way, alright?

Hadley: [grunting]

Tony & Capp: I got ya, I got ya.

Victim 3 (Ty): Ah, ah.

Kelly Severide: [silently groaning]

                                             [sirens wailing]

Kelly Severide: [breathing heavily & grunting]

                                                 cutscene

Jose Vargas: Hey Lieutenant, just so you know, I’ve completed all 

                       the descent rescue training. 

Kelly Severide: When I think you’re ready, you’ll be the first to know.

Jose Vargas: Right, I just didn’t want you to waste… 

Kelly Severide: Hey!

Jose Vargas: All your resources.

Kelly Severide: Let it go. I’ve got other things to worry about 

                          besides your career track.

Jose Vargas: [sighs]

Phone Operator: Please leave a message after the tone.

Kelly Severide: Hey, Anna, it’s Kelly again.

                          Listen, I really need you to call me back. If I don’t 

                          answer, you can just leave me a message. I’ll get 

                          back to you. Thanks.

                         [sniffs]

                                              [water running]

                                                 cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: Red carpet treatment. I like it.

Cindy Herrmann: Mmhmm.

                                            [car door shuts]

Cindy Herrmann: My dad wants to know when he can put his  

                              snow blower back in the garage.

Christopher Herrmann: Oh, yeah?

Cindy Herrmann: Mmhmm.

Christopher Herrmann: Mm. 

Cindy Herrmann: Mm.

                                               [kissing sound]

Christopher Herrmann: We’ll be running through that water faster  

                                         than a blizzard in December. Trust me.

Cindy Herrmann: Just don’t put too much pressure on this idea, 

                             please?

                              We’ll be okay.

Christopher Herrmann: We’re getting a house, Cindy. The kids  

                                         need their own space. We need our 

                                         own space, hmm?

Cindy Herrmann: Mmhmm.

                                             [kissing sound]

Christopher Herrmann: Tell your dad to sell that metal lathe.  

                                         There’ll be plenty of room in there.

Cindy Herrmann: Don’t even mention the lathe.

Christopher Herrmann: Your mom uses it as a drying rack. 

Cindy Herrmann: Don’t.

                                           [car door shuts]

Christopher Herrmann: Anyone home?

Cindy Herrmann: No.

Christopher Herrmann: [growls]

Cindy Herrmann: Oh! [laughs]

Christopher Herrmann: Get over here!

                                          [door slamming]

                                                 cutscene

Matt Casey: [grunting]

                     [groaning]

Masked Men: [grunting & groaning]

Matt Casey: [grunting]

Hallie Thomas: No cracked ribs. You’re next in line for the CT scan.

                          Will you sit up for me?

Matt Casey: Yeah [groaning] 

Hallie Thomas: I need you to take some deep breaths, okay?

Matt Casey: Okay [breathes deeply]

Hallie Thomas: Again.

Matt Casey: [breathes deeply, raggedly] [groans]

Hallie Thomas: It sounds clear. That’s good.

                          You can lay back.

Matt Casey: [whimpers]

Chief Boden: Casey, how are you?

Antonio Dawson: So, no faces for these guys? Markings? Anything

                              distinguishable?

Matt Casey: One of them had a tattoo. Forearm.

Antonio Dawson: Left? Right?

Matt Casey: Left. 

                      Oh, God, maybe right.

Antonio Dawson: Think.

Matt Casey: I am thinking!

Antonio Dawson: [sighs] All right. All right, rest for a few.

Chief Boden: Matt. Matt! Believe me, I know what you’re going  

                       through, and I know what you’re thinking but we 

                       are gonna figure out how to do this the right way. 

                       Do you hear me? 

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Chief Boden: Okay.

                       Okay, talk to me. What are you gonna do? 

Antonio Dawson: For starters, we gotta identify at least one of the 

                              attackers.  

Christopher Herrmann: Doesn’t matter. It was that Detective  

                                         yanking those kids’ strings. 

Antonio Dawson: I’m sure it was. But if I can’t connect the hitters  

                              to Voight, and Voight knows this better than  

                              anyone, we don’t have a thing.

Peter Mills: What can we do now, Chief?

Mouch: Well, I’ll tell you what I’d do. Grab a halligan and ring that  

              son of a bitch’s doorbell.

Chief Boden: You guys, keep your eyes forward, and you stay out  

                       of it. Support your Lieutenant. Have his back, that’s it.

Hallie Thomas: Think the Chief’s right. 

Matt Casey: I am not gonna sit back and take it. 

Hallie Thomas: I’m not saying that you should. But you make one  

                          wrong decision, and suddenly you’re the bad guy,  

                          and that’s exactly what he wants. 

Matt Casey: [ragged breathing]

Hallie Thomas: Promise me you’ll be careful. Promise.

Matt Casey: I promise.

                                            [kissing sound]

                                               cutscene

                                           [razor buzzing]

                                            [door chimes]

Chief Boden: Oh my god, how long’s the wait?

Terrance: [chuckles] What? Did I screw up that do of yours?

Chief Boden: No more than you usually do.

Terrance: Oh, [laughs] now you’re just begging for a long wait. 

Chief Boden: [laughs] 

                       Can I see you for a minute?

                                        [razor stops buzzing]

Terrance: Be right back, DJ.

Chief Boden: I got me a problem with a cop. White cop.

Terrance: Not the first time I’ve heard that complaint around here.

Chief Boden: He’s a dirty cop, Terrance. I need me someone who’ll  

                       wear a wire.

Terrance: Dirty white cop.

                 I’m into it.

                                                  cutscene 

Kelly Severide: Hey. 

                                             [kissing sound]

Anna: I about died when your name came up on my phone.

Kelly Severide: Yeah? Well, I’m glad you didn’t.

Anna: Are you still fighting fires?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, most of the time.

Anna: We were good together. Am I right?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, sure. We had our moments. For a while.

Anna: The coat room at the Drake.

Kelly Severide: Definitely a moment.

                           I have a favour to ask you, Anna.

Anna: I knew there was gonna be a catch.

           I’m staying at the Peninsula. Conference B.S. for the next

           three days. Pick a night, and ask me for your favour then.

                                                 cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: [sighs]

Otis Zvonecek: What’s up, Herrmann?

Christopher Herrmann: Nada.

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah? You look like your dog just died.

Christopher Herrmann: That’s just insensitive.

                                         Alright, look, it’s just when I…

                                         Hey, Lieutenant.

Mouch: You should take a few more days, Casey. Well within your 

              rights.

Matt Casey: Eh, I’d just be staring at the ceiling. I’m going to look  

                     at mugshots.

Antonio Dawson: Speaking of, where do you wanna do this?

                              The guys who assaulted you have a record, 

                               guaranteed. Means they’ve been processed,  

                               and we have those tats on file. See if you can 

                               recall one of those.

Matt Casey: [grunts]

Gabby Dawson: Oh, sorry to interrupt. I’m just grabbing my stuff.

                            [whispers] Hey, any progress?

Antonio Dawson: We’ll get there. Unless you got a magic wand on 

                              you.

GabbyDawson: [laughs]

                                                 [phone rings]

Matt Casey: I gotta…[grunts] I gotta take it.

                      Hi.

Hallie Thomas: I, um, I’m just holding to our agreement.  

                          I’m checking in with you. You okay?

Matt Casey: Just looking at photographs of tattoos. 

Hallie Thomas: You never know.

Matt Casey: That’s right. 

Hallie Thomas: I love you.

Matt Casey: I love you too.

Gabby Dawson: [sighs]

Hallie Thomas: Do this the right way, or I may have to come down 

                          there. 

Matt Casey: [chuckles] 

                      So maybe the right way isn’t so right.

Hallie Thomas: Maybe not.

                                   [alarm sounds, PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61, head injury. Northwest corner of Hyde 

                  Park.

Gabby Dawson: Gotta go.

Antonio Dawson: Go get ‘em.

Gabby Dawson: Mmhmm.

                                                   cutscene

Leslie Shay: What’s his name?

Teen 1: What the hell difference does it make? His name’s Vince. 

             Fix him.

Leslie Shay: Vince, can you hear me?

                      All right, if you can hear me, don’t move, blink twice.

Gabby Dawson: C-collar.

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

Teen 1: How long are you gonna leave him lying there? Get him in  

             the damn ambulance already!

Gabby Dawson: What happened?

Teen 1: We rode it off down this ramp, we flipped, he hit first.

Gabby Dawson: You on something, huh? What are you on? 

Teen 1: You need to shut up. Fix him, not me.

Gabby Dawson: Come on.

                            Here we go. On three. One, two, three.

Gabby Dawson: We’ll see you at the hospital. Lakeshore.

Teen 1: I’m going with him.

Gabby Dawson: No you’re not. 

Teen 1: This ain’t up to you lady.

             [groans]

Gabby Dawson: On behalf of the Paramedics Association of 

                            America, I offer my sincerest apologies for  

                            the forceful actions I exhibited here today.

                                                 [engine starts]

                                           [onlookers laughing]

                                                [sirens blares]

                                                    cutscene

                                                   [moaning]

Anna: My God I missed that.

           [exhales deeply]

Kelly Severide: I need a favour, Anna.

Anna: Can we just order a little room service first?

Kelly Severide: You asked me to meet you here, and I did.

Anna: Fine, go ahead. You want a favour, let’s hear it.

Kelly Severide: I need something…okay? Something strong.

                                                 cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Ah! Whoo.

Peter Mills: What is that?

Gabby Dawson: This is my leftovers. Chicken mac and cheese. 

                            Whoa! Hey! 

Peter Mills: No, no, no. That smell, I can’t be held responsible. 

Gabby Dawson: [scoffs]

Peter Mills: Where’d you get this?

Gabby Dawson: Oh, screw you, Mills. I made it.

Peter Mills: Okay, well, name the ingredients.

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] I’m not gonna tell you that. It’s handed  

                            down from my grandmother – hey! It’s a secret.

Peter Mills: I will figure it out. 

Gabby Dawson: Many have tried, young Peter Mills. All have failed.

Peter Mills: Come on! Let me get one more bite at least.

Christopher Herrmann: (on phone) What? Wha…you accepted the 

                                        shipment?

                                        No, it-it’s okay. Just don’t open any of

                                        them. I’ll deal with it when I get back. 

                                        Thank you.

                                        In-laws are single-handedly cutting my life  

                                        expectancy in half.

Otis Zvonecek: What is going on with you?

Christopher Herrmann: [sighs] Just hanging on for dear life.

Otis Zvonecek: Spill it.

Christopher Herrmann: I have cases of this damned energy water  

                                         sitting in my in-laws’ garage, and I’m 

                                         never gonna be able to off-load. I’m in for 

                                         a grand already, and they just keep 

                                         coming. They call it multi-level marketing, 

                                         but it’s a pyramid scheme. 

                                         And I don’t know what I’m gonna tell 

                                        Cindy.

Otis Zvonecek: So return it.

Christopher Herrmann: It’s non-refundable.

Otis Zvonecek: Non-refundable is a word made up by lawyers.

Christopher Herrmann: I signed a contract.

Otis Zvonecek: Give me the number.

                                               cutscene

Gabby Dawson: That is absurd!

                            Well, then, fine. I guess you’ll know where to find 

                            me.

                            On the job!

Leslie Shay: What was all that about?

Gabby Dawson: That frat kid, he filed a complaint with the city.

Leslie Shay: Oh, the kid’s just embarrassed. No way he’ll ever  

                     follow through on that.

Gabby Dawson: Well, he just did, Shay.

Leslie Shay: Well, that’s ridiculous, and screw them.

                      You know I would have done the same thing.

Gabby Dawson: Well, you didn’t. I did.

                            And…that makes two, for everyone keeping score.

                            County said that they could suspend me this time.

                                [alarm sounds, PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61, Altered mental status. West Madison 

                 Street.

Chief Boden: Dawson, I rerouted that call to 34. 

                       Dawson, I need to see you.

                       Come on.

Gabby Dawson: Reckless infliction of emotional distress? Are you 

                            kidding me?

Chief Hatcher: You have a bit of a track record lately, wouldn’t you 

                          say?

Mouch: Apples and oranges. 

Gabby Dawson: Except both involve me saving a life; which I did.

Chief Hatcher: Both involve violations in a very short time span. 

Mouch: But…

Gabby Dawson: That…

Mouch: This isn’t enough to warrant suspension, Chief. No way.

Chief Hatcher: Well, be ready for the possibility. And be absolutely  

                          certain that your memory of the event is accurate to 

                          the best of your knowledge. 

Gabby Dawson: Like what? That I kicked the belligerent jackass  

                            with one foot or two?

Chief Boden: Is there a date set for this hearing?

Chief Hatcher: Not at the moment.

Mouch: There won’t be one, Chief. This will be a written warning  

               just like the other. One call.

                                               [phone rings]

Chief Boden: Well, whatever you need to do. You take care of this.

Gabby Dawson: [sighs]

Mouch: [whispers] It’s fine.

Chief Boden: I have someone. 

                       I know a guy who lives in Voight’s neighbourhood   

                       who knows a kid who’s willing to wear a wire.   

                       We’re gonna meet him at the end of the shift.

                                                  cutscene

                                               [siren wails]

                                     [indistinct radio chatter]

                                           [car door shuts]

Hank Voight: Evening, ma’am. Got you rolling through a stop back 

                       there.

Hallie Thomas: What stop?

Hank Voight: I can let it go with a warning this time. 

                      Just do me a favour. Talk some sense into your man. 

Hallie Thomas: Excuse me?

Hank Voight: I’d really hate to see things get uglier than they 

                      already are.

                      Thank you, Hallie. Have a good night.

                                                   cutscene

Chief Boden: So what’s the process here? 

Antonio Dawson: If the kid’s willing to go on tape, we’ll set up a 

                              sting. 

                                              [phone rings]

Matt Casey: Hey baby. 

                     What’s wrong? Everything all right?

                     I get it. Just why didn’t you call me last night when it 

                     happened?

                                            [car door shuts]

                                                cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: Manager.

                          Man-a-ger.

                          Speak…to…manager.

                          Yes.

                                                 cutscene

Leslie Shay: Come on, let’s get out of here.

                      Where do you…where do you wanna go? Someplace  

                       loud? We can go to Jenson’s? They have good 

                       music. Wanna go someplace quiet, get coffee?   

                       Library maybe? Want to peruse a novel or flip  

                       through some microfilm? [chuckles] Do they 

                       even make microfilm anymore?

Gabby Dawson: I think I already have a plan.

Leslie Shay: Yeah? What?

Gabby Dawson: I’m gonna cook.

                                                 cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: (sighs) Well, the terms of the note are 

                           misrepresented.

                           Why, yes, I am an attorney. Are you?

Christopher Herrmann: [whispers] No…[continues indistinctly]

Otis Zvonecek: Oh, you’re in marketing. Perfect. So you should  

                           know that the basic premise of a pyramid 

                           scheme was found to be illegal in accordance 

                           with the case of Landers versus Holcroft 1985. 

Christopher Herrmann: [mouthing] Stop it…

Otis Zvonecek: And so, if you are illegally refusing my client’s rights 

                          on page one, trust me, [chuckles] it’s not getting  

                          any better on pages 10, 11, or 12, guaranteed.

                          I-I-I do this for a living, sir. All it’s gonna cost me   

                          are the filing fees.

                          That’s right. Small claims, better business bureau.  

                          I can turn this into a real, three-ring circus and not 

                          lose a minute of sleep. 

Christopher Herrmann: [mouthing] Don’t. Stop it.

Otis Zvonecek: I am gonna drain your pockets of 10 grand so fast,  

                          all the fake energy water in the world won’t 

                         rehydrate them.

Christopher Herrmann: [sighs]

Otis Zvonecek: Uh, huh. Yes. 

                           Overnight it, please. 

                           They wanna know where to send the refund.

                            Non-refundable [chuckles]

Christopher Herrmann: Hello? Yeah.

                                                cutscene

Kelly Severide: You seen Vargas?

Hadley: Yeah, he’s heading in. Oh hey, you got a phone call a few  

              minutes ago, by the way. Some woman, name was Anna?

Kelly Severide: Oh, okay, thanks.

                          Hey Vargas, grab your rappelling gear.

Jose Vargas: What? Shift’s ending.

Kelly Severide: You heard me.

                                             cutscene

                                         [train passing]

Terrance: This is Darell. 

Chief Boden: This is Detective Dawson.

Antonio Dawson: What have you got for us, kid? 

Darell: Voight bad, man. Whole West Side up and down know to 

            step back.

Antonio Dawson: You done favours for him?

Darell: Yeah. Hell, enough to get tight.

Antonio Dawson: Yeah? What’s he told you?

Darell: Mess with the lady, expect a payday. But go after you? 

            He said he’s take care of all of us. “Anything you need,”  

            he said. ‘Get out of jail free’ passes for me and some 

            others.

Matt Casey: So you’ll wear a wire? 

Darell: Hell, yeah.

Antonio Dawson: When did Voight reach out last?

Darell: Two weeks ago.

Matt Casey: Two weeks?

Darell: Maybe a week.

Matt Casey: Which is it?

Darell: A week then. 

Antonio Dawson: Ay-yi-yi.

Darell: Whatever you want it to be, you tell me.

Matt Casey: This guy’s full of it. 

Darell: Look, I get paid, I get you what you want. Everybody makes 

            out. Problems go away. It’s capitalism man.

Chief Boden: Get the hell out of here.

Darell: It ain’t gotta be like that.

Chief Boden: I said get the hell out.

Darell: Right.

Terrance: I thought he was legit.

Chief Boden: Casey!

                                                cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Sorry for the wait, Peter Mills.

                            Bon appetit.

Peter Mills: Thank you.

                    [sniffs] So good.

Gabby Dawson: Good luck.

Peter Mills: Yeah?

                     Mmm. Chicken…rotisserie?

Gabby Dawson: Mmhmm.

Peter Mills: Bacon, red peppers, sweet onions, a tablespoon of 

                    butter?

Gabby Dawson: Mmhmm.

Peter Mills: Uh huh. Uh, oil…olive oil.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah.

Peter Mills: Uh…[sniffs]

                    Gruyere cheese?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah.

Peter Mills: Yeah?

Gabby Dawson: And parmesan…

Peter Mills: No, please don’t spot me. I can get it.

Gabby Dawson: I gotta spot you ‘cause you’re not gonna get it.

Peter Mills: What won’t I get? What am I missing?

Gabby Dawson: The thing that makes it a family secret.

Peter Mills: Ah.

Gabby Dawson: Ah. 

Peter Mills: Tell me what it is.

Gabby Dawson: No [chuckles]

Peter Mills: Look, I will tell my mom to put it on the menu 

                    tomorrow. 

Gabby Dawson: [laughs]

Peter Mills: We can call it “Grandma Dawson’s mac and cheese.”

                    Come on.

Gabby Dawson: Another one bites the dust.

Peter Mills: Ah.

Gabby Dawson: Oh. Bam.

Peter Mills: [chuckles]

Gabby Dawson: [laughs]

Peter Mills: All right. 

                    [sniffs]

                    Nutmeg.

Gabby Dawson: Nobody ever gets that. Ever.

Peter Mills: Ooh!

                    Yes, yes! 

Gabby Dawson: [laughs] How did you do that?

                            You are lucky.

Peter Mills: Nobody but me, baby.

Gabby Dawson: Oh my God [laughs]

                                            [phone rings]

Gabby Dawson: That’s just…that’s friggin’ luck.

Peter Mills: That is talent. That is all that is.

Gabby Dawson: One sec.

                            Mouch, what do you know?

Mouch: Yeah I’ve got bad news. They’ve scheduled a hearing.

               I tried like hell to fight it off, but that’s the way it stands.  

               I’ll call you later with more.

Gabby Dawson: Mills, where do you keep the liquor?

                                                 cutscene

Capp: There he is.

Kelly Severide: And time!

                          6:42, ladies. He obliterated your old time.

Hadley: [laughs]

Kelly Severide: Get up here.

Capp: I’m not helping his ass up here.

Jose Vargas: [exhales]

Kelly Severide: Now sit your ass down, Vargas. You earned it.

Jose Vargas: [panting]

Kelly Severide: Welcome to the squad.

Jose Vargas: [sighs] Before breakfast?

Kelly Severide: After shift.

                                              [cans clinking]

Kelly Severide: Have a seat.

Jose Vargas: [groans & panting]

Hadley: Did you ever call Anna back?

Kelly Severide: Nah.

Hadley: Oh, now I remember.

              Anna. Yeah, she was a pharmaceutical rep or something 

              like that. 

Kelly Severide: Was she? I don’t…We never talked.

                                               cutscene

                                          [train passing]

Anna: I know I shouldn’t have called the firehouse.

           Here.

Kelly Severide: Thank you.

Anna: Be careful with these. Take them only when necessary.

Kelly Severide: I will.

Anna: I’m in town two more days.

Kelly Severide: Cool. I’ll let you know.

                                          [train passing]

                                         [car door shut] 

                                          [engine roars]

                                             cutscene

                                    [cell phone vibrating]

                                        [car door shuts]

Chief Boden: What?

                       Give it to me.

                       I’m only gonna tell you one more time, Casey. 

                       Give it to me.

                       Go on and get out of here.

                       Go home.

                                            [engine starts]

                                                 - end -

Definitions:

¼ inch hex = Also known as an Allen key, is a small handheld tool that’s used for driving bolts and screws with a hexagonal socket.

4x4s = Emergency first aid 4x4 gauze pads

BP by palp = This means that the systolic (maximum pressure your heart exerts while beating) blood pressure was measured by palpitation rather than auscultation (listening to sounds typically with a stethoscope). You find the radial pulse, inflate the cuff well past the point where the pulse disappears and let air out until the pulse returns.

Type and cross = Blood typing is the process of determining the blood type and rH factor (Rhesus factor is a type of protein found on the outside of red blood cells. This protein is genetically inherited. If you have the protein, you are Rh-positive; if not, you are Rh-negative) of a sample of blood. Cross-matching involves finding the best donor for a patient prior to blood transfusion.

Toradol = Is a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug. It works by reducing hormones that cause inflammation and pain in the body. Toradol is used short-term (5 days or less) to treat moderate to severe pain.

A.S.A.’s office = Assistant State Attorney

Metal lathe = Originally designed to machine metals; however with the advent of plastics and other materials, and with their inherent versatility, they are used in wide range of applications, and a broad range of materials. Lathes remove material from a rotating work piece via the movements of various cutting tools such as tool bits and drill bits.

Altered mental status = is a broad category that applies to geriatric (refers to medical care for older adults, usually > 65 although most people do not need geriatrics expertise in their case until age, 70, 75, 80) patients who have a change in cognitive level of consciousness (LOC is a measurement of a person’s arousability and responsiveness to stimuli from the environment)

[anotherspnfanfic]

Someone Just Had To Say They Were Bored

A/N: This took me forever to write... but I love how it turned out!

Word count: 2145

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The morning was dragging. She was staring blankly at her computer, hoping the work would do itself. It was a welcomed interruption when Charlie and Kevin stopped at her desk on the way back from the break room.

“Did Charlie tell you about last night?” Kevin inquired.

“About how she hooked up at a charity event? Yeah, she told me last night.”

“If you can't score at a reproductive rights function, then you simply cannot score,” said Charlie. “So, we just heard some people from accounting out in the hall talking about a fire drill today. Did we get any kind of notice about that?”

“I haven’t seen emails and no one said anything to me, but that’s not really a surprise. Guess we’ll find out if the alarms go off.”

They both disappeared towards their desks. Roughly three minutes later, the fire alarms sounded.

“Damn, even the rumor mill wasn’t much heads-up this time,” she grumbled. She grabbed her phone and jacket and followed Charlie towards the stairs. “Days like these, I really hate working on the tenth floor.”

They followed the slow-moving herd into the staircase and began their descent. About halfway down, Charlie commented, “Hey, just be glad neither of us chose to wear heels today.”

“I’m always glad I chose not to wear heels,” Kevin chimed in from a handful of people behind them.

She rounded the landing and looked up the stairs. She was trying not to laugh, “But you’d look so hot in some red stilettos!”

She reached the next landing and as she turned to see Kevin’s reaction, she lost her footing and started to fall.

Outside, four firemen were leaning against their truck, watching as people filed slowly out of the building and towards their designated areas.

“This never gets less boring,” Benny complained.

“It’s a half hour, tops. Quit whining.” Sam rolled his eyes.

Dean smirked at Benny. He’d never pass up a good opportunity to annoy his little brother. He added, “Benny is right. Why do we need a whole crew here for this?”

Sam was about to scold his brother when he saw someone barrel out of an exit at a run. The man nearly knocked over three people as he made his way to the truck.

“Whoa, easy. You alright?” Cas asked as Kevin stopped in front of them.

“M-my friend, fell, stairs,” he stuttered out as he tried to catch his breath.

“Okay, take a breath and try that again,” said Cas.

He took a moment to catch his breath. “My friend— we were coming down the stairs and she tripped. She tumbled down them. We can’t wake her up.”

Sam immediately radioed dispatch to have them send an ambulance.

“Someone just had to say they were bored,” Dean whispered as he glared at Benny.

“Okay, show us where she is.” Cas grabbed the med kit from the truck as they all turned to go inside.

They quickly made their way to the third floor landing where a woman was lying on the ground with another crouched over her.

“Oh, thank god. Please, help her,” said Charlie.

“Benny, go up and redirect people to a different staircase,” Sam directed. “Cas, can you go outside and meet the squad?”

Both followed Sam’s instruction without another word. Dean knelt down beside Charlie. Sam moved to stabilize her head and neck. As Dean checked her pulse and breathing, he asked, “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I don’t know. She was behind me, joking with Kevin, and the next thing I knew, she was on the ground. She won’t wake up. Is she gonna be okay?” Charlie asked, hurriedly.

“I don’t know, but we’re going to get her to the hospital,” Dean started to explain. She groaned pulling his full attention back as she blinked open her eyes slowly. “Hey, are you with us, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I-I’m fine,” she muttered as she moved to attempt to sit up.

“You scared the crap out of us. We’re heading outside before you-know-who assumes we skipped the drill and writes us up. Call if you need me. Otherwise, I’ll come see you after work,” Charlie said as she stood. She and Kevin both headed outside.

Dean stopped her from moving, carefully placing his hands on her shoulders. “Whoa, relax. I’m Dean and this is Sammy. You took quite a fall. Let us get you checked out. Can you tell me your name?”

She hesitated before answering. Then continued, “Fall? I don’t— What happened?” She started to panic.

“You’re okay. I need you to take a couple deep breaths,” said Sam.

She took one big breath and slowly exhaled. She closed her eyes against the headache she was now, suddenly, aware of.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart. Can you tell me if anything hurts?” Dean requested.

She opened her eyes and squinted away from the light. “My head. And the light is kinda making it worse.”

“Can you tell me the date?” Sam asked.

“No.” Sam and Dean exchanged concerned glances. “I mean, I never know. It’s November, maybe sixth or seventh?”

Sam smiled. “Guess that’s close enough.”

Cas came up the stairs carrying a backboard, Jo and Alex following close behind.

“Hey, guys! What do we got?” Jo asked.

“She took a tumble down the stairs. Lost consciousness for maybe five minutes. Said her head hurts, and she’s got some light sensitivity,” Dean relayed.

Sam carefully moved as Alex placed a c-collar around her neck.

“Hey, I’m Jo. This is Alex. You said your head hurts. Scale of 1-10—how bad?”

She considered her answer. “Uh, maybe a four.”

“Alright.” Jo quickly flashed a light in her eyes, and she groaned. “I know, I’m sorry. Pupils are equal. Do you have any other pain?”

She opened her eyes and locked on to Dean’s bright green ones. “Uh, I don’t think so,” she said, nearly as a question.

“BP is 112/75 heart rate is 80,” Alex announced.

“Can you squeeze my fingers?” Jo asked, placing two fingers in each of her hands. She squeezed both. “Perfect, that’s really good.”

“You’re going to feel a little pinch,” Alex explained as she placed an IV. She handed the bag of fluids to Sam when she finished.

She was still focused on Dean. She was distracted by the number of freckles dusted across his nose and cheeks. His eyes crinkled with his smile as he caught her staring. She couldn’t help her lips from curling up too before her eyelids started to feel heavy, “I’m really tired.”

“You gotta stay awake, though. Talk to me; it’ll help,” Dean said.

“About what?”

“Let’s get her on the board and get out of here.” Jo interrupted. Cas set the backboard down and Sam helped them carefully roll her.

She cried out in pain as she was rolled. Her hand shot up in search of something to grip and landed on Dean’s wrist.

They quickly slid over the board and rolled her onto her back.

“Okay, we’re done. Just breathe. Where did that hurt?” Alex asked.

She gasped, trying to catch her breath. A tear rolled toward her ear. “Uh, m-my side. My ribs, maybe?”

“Okay, we will check that in the rig. Let’s move,” said Jo.

Sam called up the stairs for Benny. He and Cas crouched down to help lift. Dean carefully pulled her hand from his wrist so he could also help.

They quickly made their way to the bottom of the stairs. They set her on the stretcher. Sam, Cas, and Benny headed back to the truck.

Dean gently squeezed her hand. He took a step back to head back to the truck, but she squeezed his hand harder before he could pull away. “No, you told me to talk to you. You can’t go; I’ll fall asleep.”

“Okay, alright. I’m not going anywhere,” he soothed.

She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself. “Owww. Fuck. Why didn’t that hurt before?”

“Adrenaline, probably. Which has worn off,” Dean explained.

They got her loaded into the ambulance and Alex headed to the driver's seat.

“But we can help with that,” said Jo. “Pushing 50 mcg of Fentanyl.”

Dean nodded. “How’s the pain now?”

She took a moment to reassess her various pains, “A little better. Doesn’t hurt as much to breathe.”

“Good. How’s the head?” Jo asked.

“Hurts a bit less too. I’m a little dizzy, though.” She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, hoping the dizziness would subside.

“Hey, deal was no sleeping. Tell me a story,” Dean requested.

She blinked open her eyes again. “Like what? I can't think of any good ones.”

“Hmm, fine, how about I tell you one?” Jo moved around him to check her ribs and another set of vitals. “Let me know if I’m in your way.”

“Nope, you’re good there, Winchester. We’re almost there; better make it a quick story,” Jo said as she sat down beside him.

“Hmm, how about the time I put Nair in Sammy’s shampoo, or when I put itching powder in his underwear?” Dean chuckled at the memory.

She cocked an eyebrow. “How is that not some kind of coworker harassment?”

“Oh, well, that’s because he is my little brother. Of course, he retaliated by super-gluing my hand to a beer bottle. That sucked.”

She laughed and then winced. “Nope, no more making me laugh. Sounds like you deserved it.”

He mocked offense. “It is my brotherly duty. Besides, that was years ago.”

“You put soy sauce in his coffee last week,” Jo chimed in.

His lips pulled into a slight frown as he shrugged. “No idea what you’re talking about.” He turned and winked at her when Jo wasn’t looking.

She smiled as she tried, somewhat successfully, not to laugh. “I said no more making me laugh!”

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” he said. The ambulance came to a stop and the doors were quickly pulled open. She closed her eyes against the changing scenery as they made their way into the hospital. “Open your eyes, sweetheart. You gotta stay awake ‘til the doc says otherwise.”

She squinted as she opened her eyes and locked onto his concerned green ones. “I’m awake. The lights and stuff are making me dizzier and kinda nauseous.”

They stopped in a room. “Alright, well, this is Dr. Shurley,” Dean introduced the doctor entering the room. “He can help with that. Sound like a plan?”

“Yeah, sounds good. You’re leaving now, aren’t you?”

Dean glanced toward the ground and then back to her. “Yeah, I have to get back to work. You’re in good hands though, I promise.”

“Thank you. For everything.” She squeezed his hand once more before letting him go.

“No problem, sweetheart. Just doing my job.” He waved as he turned to follow Jo and Alex out of the room.

About three weeks later:

She was wandering aimlessly through the grocery store, trying to decide what to have for dinner that week. She was reading a package as she rounded the end of an aisle and ran into a solid wall of muscle. She would have fallen backwards from the impact if he had not grabbed her shoulders to keep her upright. She winced and inhaled sharply at the pain that radiated through her still-healing ribs.

She finally looked up as she began to apologize. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t look— Dean.” She stopped as she met those unforgettable green eyes. He was wearing a dark grey Henley with the sleeves pushed up to just below his elbows and perfectly fit, slightly-worn blue jeans.

“Hey! How’re you doing?” he asked. His eyes scanning over her and stopping momentarily where he knew she’d had injured ribs.

“I’m okay. Apparently I was lucky. Just a mild concussion, which is all healed, and a couple hairline-fractured ribs. Which only really hurt, apparently, when I run into someone.”

He winced sympathetically. “I’m sorry, I should have been watching where I was going.”

“No, I wasn’t paying attention either. It’s not your fault.” She smiled, quickly forgetting about the pain.

“Still, I feel bad. Could I make it up to you somehow?”

”I like bribery.” She laughed. “What’d you have in mind?”

He paused a moment to think. She watched as his tongue peeked out to wet his perfect, pink lips. He checked his watch quickly, then pursed his lips momentarily causing his dimples to appear, “You could let me take you out to lunch.”

“Hmm, lucky for you, I am pretty hungry. I need to grab a few more things and run this stuff home. Pick me up in an hour?” She pulled out a pen and scribbled her address on his hand.

“I could have given you my phone.” He was trying not to smile and failing miserably.

“That’s not as fun. See you in an hour, Dean.”

“It’s a date, sweetheart.”

@muchamusedaboutnothing @deanwasscaredbyacat @babypieandwhiskey

[wild-untamed-heart]

Vday from a Water Giant 2020!

Hello hello! You know the drill, this can be treated as a standalone drabble that you can do whatever you want with! You can hoard it away like a dragon, or you can reply to it as you see fit! Thanks for requesting~ [please let me know if it doesn’t submit correctly and i’ll try to fix it]

Mizumachi was no stranger to being called out by people for whatever reason. He was a sociable guy as much as he was personable, so his networking of friends was by no means small. Of course, there were people that he tended to hang out with more than some others, but that didn’t mean he appreciated them any less.

Kajika was a friend that he liked to play with quite often. Both were active people who loved to do… ANYTHING! Playing Volleyball with a ping pong ball was ‘weird,’ but it’s so much fun! It’s also a lot harder too, he thought.

It’s such a small ball and its light, so it takes some getting used to.

“Hey, Kajika-chan! What’s up?” Mizumachi greeted her with a beaming smile as per usual.

Whenever she called him out, he went to their decided upon meeting place. There, she gifted him some chocolates! Being the ever-popular guy he was, he’d already received some chocolates early that morning from some friends of his.

“Hm? These are for me?”

Right, today was Valentine’s day! Kajika was giving him chocolate and that could only mean one thing… these were Valentine’s day chocolates he was getting from his friend! Probably tomo-chocolate, if he had to guess.

After asking if he could open the gift, he saw that she’d gifted him mini chocolate shaped soccer balls? They had a caramel center as well!

He tilted his head to the side with a moment of confusion before glee appeared on his face. “Mhaaa~ It’s a soccerball, thanks!” He was born gifted with a strong body, fast reflexes, and good intuition. In most sports he tried, he quickly found himself being one of the core players on any team.

As one could expect, this meant that he essentially appreciated any and all sports that he could throw himself into. American Football held a special place in his heart, but he did dabble with other sports every now and again.

It’s like that, you can have a favorite food, but you can’t eat it for every single meal. It can get boring, and that’s not healthy! Switching things up is fun, and it’s like taking a break! Gifting anything sports related was a good choice.

“Is this a pun?” He asked, referring to the chocolate soccer balls.

In many countries, ‘Football’ referred to ‘Soccer,’ and that’s why the sport he played had ‘American’ tagged in the front of it for differentiation. American football was different from what most other countries thought it was.

American football was similar to Rugby, but even then, there were some differences.

He was wondering whether she gave him soccer ball chocolates to make a pun off of the two sports. “Ah… maybe it’s not a pun? Do words have to rhyme or sound the same to be a pun?” Mizumachi tilted his head again, thinking hard about it.

The guy wasn’t very smart so he didn’t have a good idea, but surely Kajika would know? She was the smarter one of the two of them!

Alas, in true muscle-headed fashion, he soon gave up on thinking about it. Thinking… wasn’t his strong suit, and he didn’t do it every often. It was truly a miracle that he somehow made it through highschool and got into college. It was likely his sports credentials that mainly got him accepted though.

Taking one of the soccer balls, he balanced it on his thumb, flicking it up into the air. Being that they were shaped like a soccer ball, you must eat them as dynamically as you can! He flicked one into the air and he positioned himself so he could catch it in his mouth once it descended.

“I got it!” He happily chewed on the chocolate, appreciating its sweet flavor. “I bet I could play trick shots with these.” He’d seen all sorts of videos of people bouncing things like ping pong balls off walls to get them into cups.

Obviously, the chocolates wouldn’t bounce quite like a ping pong ball, but that didn’t mean he could give up so easily! He could just do something else! Maybe… yeah! Those things! “Hey hey, you got some dominoes and stuff? Wanna do those things? Yanno, the ones with the dominoes and the strings, and the metal balls.”

He was referring to those contraptions people rigged for one simple action to cause a chain reaction of other things to move to end in one result. “We could line up some dominoes and when the last one drops, it can push a toy car that triggers a zipline. We could make it with some string and a clothes hanger or something. Basically, it will be a trick shot kinda deal.” The end result?

He will get a chocolate ball at the end of it! Maybe the final thing would be that a chocolate soccer ball will go flying and he has to catch it!

Yeah, you shouldn’t play with your food, but the chocolates were begging to be played with because they’re shaped like soccer balls! How could you ever expect a sports maniac like him to not want to play with them when they are shaped like they are?

“Mhaa~ It will be a lot of fun! I’m sure with my reflexes and your smarts, we can figure something out! We can film it and share it!” That way, other people can enjoy their ingeniousness. Maybe, it could even go viral! Wouldn’t that be fun?

Basically, doing anything with Kajika would be fun, and he thought that enjoying the chocolates this way would truly put into the spirit the way their friendship was found- on weird ideas. Of course, he couldn’t force her to do anything if she didn’t want to.

Many people would scold him by saying not to play with his food, and he’d listen (no promises he’d remember, however). “If not, we can have a competition to see how many chocolate soccer balls we can catch and eat.” Just like he had done earlier, they could see how many chocolate balls one can flick into the air and subsequently catch in a row.

No matter what, the heat of competition would never die in his heart!!

_____________________________________________________________

Many took Valentine’s Day as a day for confessing feelings and Kajika was no exception, although her take on it pertained more to the love she had for her friends. This year however was the first time she was including Mizumachi in her friendship line-up.

The young heiress fondly recalled the day they had met, that unexpected landing of a ping pong ball in her tea and the subsequent volleyball game. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship and so she figured it shouldn’t hurt to show her friend her appreciation of their bond with the traditional chocolate. Perhaps she could have gone with sporting gear of some kind considering how much her friend enjoyed sport but after spotting the interesting shaped moulds in the store she had wanted to give handmade chocolate a try.

The notion that other people might also have gifted chocolate never really crossed her mind but he seemed pleased enough with her present and so she was happy.

An amused escaped her at the interesting ideas proposed for the chocoloate balls and Kajika she really shouldn’t have been surprised with this outcome. One of the things that enchanted her about Mizumachi was his ingenious ideas of making any game a lot more fun, no matter how unconventional.

She took a moment to consider the proposed plan before giving her friend a cheerful grin.

“Well, I don’t know about dominoes but I’m sure we could make a good enough contraption with whatever materials we manage to find~”

Operation build a launching contraption was a go and she knew that they would have a lot of fun whether they succeeded in building something that worked or not. 

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Armageddon Chapter 14 (Dean x Reader)

Title: Armageddon Chapter 1

Summary:  Space. The Final Frontier. But for Dean Winchester, space was the last place he thought he would ever go. His family life isn’t perfect, his job isn’t ideal, but he has (Y/n), the woman he loves. Sam Winchester never thought his life would turn out the way it did. He is divorced, alone, and his brother most likely hates him. Working for NASA was not going to be easy. But, when a threat to the earth has him calling on his family for help, what can he do? can Sam and Dean push past his family issues to keep the Earth spinning another day? Based on the movie of the same name.

Pairings: Dean x Reader; Sam x Jessica

Warnings For this Chapter: Language, minor character death, tension

Song for this chapter is Roll Me Away by Bob Seger

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The two groups began by setting up the helmets as the two shuttles connected together. Both groups convened by a table set up to make it easier to plan and begin drilling. Sam was in charge of getting the bomb ready with the help of Mick and Garth, while the other guys worked on handling the drill. It was a little different than being in the pool. They had to make sure they drilled to a certain depth, which was easy in the water. But space rock was not the same as water.

“How’s she handling Dean?” Sam asked, looking over at his brother.

“Beautifully,” Dean smiled, “I might have to design something like this for the rig back home!”

“Well, I trust you to handle it.” Sam smiled at him through his helmet and went back to getting the bomb ready. “Okay guys, we don’t set the timer until everyone is on the shuttles and heading home.”

“You’re really bloody brave to be handling this.” Mick said. Sam looked over at Dean.

“If it wasn’t for Dean, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation right now. We’d be trying to find a bomb shelter that could handle the impact.” Ash was standing off to the side, looking down at the earth.

“It’s beautiful.” Ash said. “So big and blue...”

“Ash, do you think you could spare a moment and help out control this?” Benny growled.

“Oh, right.” Ash said, going over. They were running it in shifts so someone didn’t get tired and they had to run it the whole time they were there. There was a lot of ground to go through. Dean would be taking over in awhile, and he stood to the side and watched them. But something about this mission had an element of doom to it. It had to be because of what they were doing, that not just their lives, but the lives of their loved ones depended on it.

“Dean!” Sam said. “Wanna meet your creation?” Sam looked over at Dean.

“I get to meet the big bad kaboom!” Dean laughed as he walked towards Sam.

“The um, the mud flap silhouette on the side was Cas’s idea.” Sam said, shaking his head. “Him and Ash thought it up. Ash named her Brandy.”

“It’s a good name!” Ash called out.

“Not for a bomb!” Sam yelled back.

“Yeah, but for a bombshell.” Ash laughed. Sam shook his head and looked back to Dean.

“Well, what do you think?” He asked. “Did I do her justice?”

Dean chuckled, “I would have named it chimichanga to be honest!” Dean walked around ‘Brandy’ and sighed. “You did her justice, She looks good.”

“How deep are we?” Mick asked.

“Not deep enough.” Dean told him. “We still have a long way to go.”

“You’ll get it man.” Garth told him.

“Garth how deep are we? We need to get to 800 feet!” Dean called out to him.

“We’re only at 125!” He called back.

“Damn.” Sam sighed.

“What if we try and tweak the speed a bit?” Dean wondered, “It’s risky but I think she could handle it.”

“We only have two extra bits.” Ketch told him. “We gotta be careful with ‘em. No hole, no boom.”

“Fuck!” Dean growled, “we need to come up with something… anything… any luck fixing communications with Mission Control?” he pressed the com to Jo.

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Mission Control

“AM I WORKING WITH MORONS! HOW HARD IS IT TO GET OUR FUCKING COMMUNICATIONS IN ORDER!” Bobby yelled. “They need our help! Someone better get this right or we are all fucked!”

(Y/n) paced as she heard what was going on. She looked to John, “What do you think they can do? I mean… it’s different from the oil rig but… If Dean can get it to just spin a second faster….” she rubbed her abdomen, using it as a reminder to calm down.

“Did you eat anything yet?” John looked at her. “ You need to eat something… anything… please.”

“John, I’m fine really… I… I just want to talk to him just once…” (Y/n) whispered.

“You’ll get to talk to him again. He’s coming back.” John told her. “But you have to keep your strength up. It’s not just you (Y/n).”

“I got it John,” Jessica placed a gentle hand on John’s shoulder. “I will take her to get something to eat. Watch Ashton for me?” She put her arms gently over (Y/n)’s shoulders. “Come on sweetie, you need to stay healthy, for you, the baby, and Dean ok?”

(Y/n) simply nodded as she let Jessica lead her to the cafeteria. (Y/n) filled up her tray with a slice of pizza, a burger, fries, and a slice of apple pie. Jessica gave her a soft smile as she reached for the hot sauce.

“My pregnancy with Ashton produced a lot of strange cravings,” Jessica chuckled as she sat with (Y/n). “I think one of my biggest cravings was…. I mean pickles were a big staple, but I would mix it with a variety of different flavors, pickles and chocolate seemed to be a good one. Then there was Ice cream and Chilli sauce.”

“Yeah, I have been really into hot sauce, lately and lots, and lots of pie… It’s definitely Dean’s kid,” (Y/n) gave Jessica a small smile. “Jess?”  

“Yeah, (Y/n)?” She gave her as sad smile.

“What happened with you and Sam?” (Y/n) whispered.

“A mistake that I regret,” Jess shook her head as she took in a shaky breath. “I called him a liar the last time I saw him. I… he had never been on a mission before even though they trained him from it… when he said he was going well… I didn’t believe him. How could I after years of not being called up.” Her voice broke. “I just want him to know that I’m here so he can come home and we can work things out.”

“I noticed you put on your wedding ring,” (Y/n) offered her a soft smile. “I think that’s a good start.”

“I hope so, I… I had a very hard time after the divorce,” she looked down almost ashamed. “I was not in a good place, we were both so young, and he was working so hard…. I should have… we should have talked more and communicated better. But then I… I cheated on him… everything went downhill, I became so lost…” Jessica’s voice broke.

“Sam was lost without you too,” (Y/n) whispered. “Jess… The divorce I know hit you really hard… Sam…” before (Y/n) cold say anything John burst through waving to get their attention.

“You guys need to come quick,” was all he told them.

***************

At the same time on the asteroid…

Dean found himself making calculations. Trying to figure out a faster way to drill. The only other way was to try and have the drill speed up. His hand wrote furiously, the calculations but they weren’t cooperating, or at least, it didn’t seem possible.  He wasn’t sure how long he had the calculations going, but his eyes had grown heavy.

He was dozing off, his mind seeing his wedding. His heart skipped a beat as he saw (Y/n) walking down the aisle. He went to turn to Sam to be met with a picture propped up next to him.

Dean woke up with a gasp, “what the fuck was that?”

The dream felt so real yet, he didn’t want it to ever come true. Rubbing his eyes he shook the thought out of his head. Sam was going to be there, he was going to make sure his brother made it home. Sam came up and noticed how tired Dean looked. Walking up to Dean, Sam placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You ok?” He looked over Deans calculations.

“Yeah… yeah… fine, just dozed off that’s all,” Dean sighed. “I can’t seem to figure out how to get it to run faster.”

“What if you calculate the density of the asteroid? I mean, it’s mostly metal here, the drill bits are diamond so if we can calculate that…..” Sam began.

“I can reconfigure the drill to move a second faster.” Dea grabbed Sam’s head and kissed the top of it, “Genius baby brother! Genius!”

Dean put on his helmet as he exited the shuttle towards the drill. Looking inside the panel, he motioned for Benny to come over.

“Ok, we need this thing to move just a couple of seconds faster, we got to try,” Dean pointed to the wires. “You are going to help me reconfigure this thing.”

“Brother, if we try to push it too hard….” Benny gave him a small sigh.

“I know, I know the risks,” Dean sighed. “But we have to try, we have got to try anything we can to get this sucker destroyed.” Dean looked at the wiring and looked to Garth. “How much have we drill through?”  

“About 210 feet Dean.” Garth told him, looking at the meter that showed how deep it was. “But she’s going to need a break for a bit or she’s going to run too hot…”

“We can maybe spare thirty minutes to cool her down.” Dean said. “Shut it down while I run the calculations. But we have to start back up as soon as I can.” Garth nodded and shut the drill for a moment as Dean recalculated everything. The other astronauts were taking samples of the asteroid and different readings. This was going to be amazing research material if they all survived. Mick walked over towards Sam.

“Hey Mick.” Sam told him.

“When this is all over with, you have my recommendation for the space station program, if you want it.” He said with a smile.

“Oh, uh, I’ll have to think about it.” Sam smiled at Mick, who nodded.

Dean jumped back as a few sparks flew, “FUCK!”

“What was that?” Benny asked, “I’ve never seen you have trouble reconfiguring a drill before.”

“It’s the way it’s set up,” Dean growled, “they used Michael’s crap calculations!”

“God I hate that guy.” Cas sighed. “Remind me when we survive to break his other hand!”

“What are we going to do?” Ash asked. “Do we keep running the way we were?”

“No,” Dean went back in and kept working, “ I need to adjust for his crap math!”

“Dean are you sure it’s a good idea?” Benny gently asked.

Dean clenched his jaw, “Don’t do that Benny, don’t do the thing that….”

“What thing?” Benny asked, playing dumb.

“Benny….” Dean gave a warning tone. “You’re acting like HIM… so cut it out.”

“Sorry brother. Didn’t meant to.” Benny sighed. “I have faith in you.”

“Good… now let me work,” Dean’s lips formed into a thin line as he tried to compensate for Michaels miscalculation.

“He’s kinda scary when he’s in this mode.” Gabriel commented. Sam sighed.

“Tell me about it.” Sam looked around.

“OK, that should do it!” Dean felt his nerves getting the best of him. “Ash! We ok to go?”

“Start her up man!” Ash hollered. Dean nodded and started the drill back up. Sam watched as the drill came to life and started chewing through the metallic asteroid.

“GARTH!” Dean yelled over the sound of the Drill, “How’s she moving?”

“She’s going good!” He called back. “I need to go get the timer for Sam so he can make sure it fits.” He headed towards the storage where the timer was waiting. As he picked it up, he looked up at the blackness around him. Sam looked over at him as a smaller piece of asteroid came crashing into Garth, shaking the asteroid they were standing on and killing Garth instantly.

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Season 8, Mission 15: Codified Likeness Utility

Frozen out

~

SAM YAO: Shona, Five, don't you think we've humored Jones long enough now? I mean, that thing up ahead is definitely a bridge made of ice, which isn't something I'd want to cross in the best of times, and this weather is not the best of times!

SHONA REID: Five and I could rush him. He's got a gun, but he's... [sighs] Look at him, Five. He's struggling with that gate to the ice bridge. He doesnae look well, does he?

SAM YAO: To be fair, it does look like a stiff breeze could knock him over. But he's still very dangerous!

SHONA REID: The ice bridge was for tourists. It's three miles long. The people on Dearg Island put chemicals in the metal to encourage the ice to grow around the frame underneath. It's rock solid most of the year except high summer. It's safe.

SAM YAO: Yeah, but... [sighs] Look, what I'm saying is, is Jones safe?

LACHLAN JONES: Come on, all of youse. The gate's open now. Quickly, quickly! Over the bridge. We can't talk here. They're listening.

SHONA REID: Look. That bridge leads to Banbarraig Glacier. None of us ever thought anyone could survive there, but if he has been somehow, don't you see? The Edda could be there. The control box you're looking for could be there. And if he looks likely to hurt us, we can just push him off the bridge

SAM YAO: Well, okay. Okay, Shona, I haven't seen that side of you before.

LACHLAN JONES: Come on! Come on all of youse. We've no time at all. [coughs] I have to tell you what I know before it's too late.

SAM YAO: Too late? Because you're going to murder us?

LACHLAN JONES: [coughs] Too late because I'm dying. Go! Over the bridge! [coughs] Run!

~

SAM YAO: Wow. This is not what I expected. It's more uh, yeah, sort of enclosed, like an ice girder bridge. I can see the wire frame holding it all in place, and... and the frozen zombies with their hands outstretched. Hmm, yeah, nice decor touch.

LACHLAN JONES: [coughs] Freak weather event. Zombies in the water washed up against the bridge, froze in place. [coughs]

SAM YAO: Yeah. Looks a bit like a trifle. Yeah, how you can see all the fruit under the jelly, except zombies... Instead of fruit, you know. So... Lachlan, what did you mean when you said you were dying?

LACHLAN JONES: I mean I'm going to be dead soon.

SHONA: Has it been hard since you came back to the island? You look tired. If you gave yourself up, my dad would -

LACHLAN JONES: Your father would have me killed. He tried to kill me the day I landed my boat. He's scum. The leader of an island of the damned. Shall I tell you something?

SAM YAO: ... oh, you're actually asking. Sorry, I thought that was rhetorical. Uh, no, never mind. Sorry. Yes, yes, please do tell us something.

LACHLAN JONES: The laird told me to come here. Sent me messages, told me everything was forgiven. Told me they knew I hadnae killed your uncle. [laughs] I knew he was lying. That's why I dressed that fellow from the oil rig in my own clothes, sent him onto the beach to meet the laird. That's something the colonel taught me. Test the waters, use a likeness. 

That chappie was afraid, but a poke of my gun sent him in the right direction. I watched from the boat. He stood on the shore looking at me, and when the laird approached... [laughs] He took one look at the fellow and shot him right in the head.

SAM YAO: What? The laird killed the bloke we found on the beach? But why would he - ? No, sorry. Why would he invite you back and do that?

SHONA REID: You can't expect reason from him. His mind is turned. He might even have made himself believe that about my dad. Listen, hen, we believe you! You saw something bad. It made you afraid. Bad things happened on the beach. But we can help. You took things from the oil rig, didn't you? The Edda, and a wee metal box.

[LACHLAN JONES laughs]

SAM YAO: Why is he laughing? Okay, that is actually getting sinister now. Well, more sinister.

LACHLAN JONES: Oh, the wee box? If you knew what an idiot I am... [laughs] If you knew.

SAM YAO: What does that mean?

LACHLAN JONES: See that on the ceiling? That wee black circle? See them lined up along the bridge? Those are charges, my boy. One click of a button from me and the whole bridge blows. So what it means is... [coughs] Best keep moving fast as you can. Oh, come on. Run!

~

LACHLAN JONES: Glacier's up ahead. See that iron door? I've carved myself a wee burrow inside. Just like the ancient Far Hebrideans did. Used a pressure drill, same thing we used to excavate that old mansion on the mainland. [coughs] Cozy nest in no time. [coughs]

SAM YAO: Lachlan... I mean, I know you said you were dying, but have you caught something, or-or something? Like uh... yeah. We're all veterans of the apocalypse, but you haven't been bitten by anyone, have you? Maybe someone you thought was a friend, or-or some internal decoration in this lovely ice tunnel?

LACHLAN JONES: [laughs, coughs] Bitten? Oh, no. Can you bite yourself?

SAM YAO: I mean... well, yeah. Yeah, you can bite yourself. Is that what happened? Because... because we can treat an infection. You don't have to... well, blow up this whole bridge or anything.

LACHLAN JONES: I was an idiot. That's what happened. That stuff I injected into Janine De Luca, [coughs] some of it got on me. Under my fingernails, rubbed my eyes. Must have had a cut. Something. Only realized what was happening a few days ago. [coughs] Those wee beasties are in me now. [coughs] Eating me up from the inside, just like they are her.

SAM YAO: Oh. Right. But I mean, can't you just use that -

SHONA REID: [whispers] Sam, Five. Look behind and up. Not now. Not now. Slowly. Far behind. Up on the ice girders. See him?

SAM YAO: [whispers] Oh. Oh wow. Well, that's the laird. Well, that's your dad. Tracking us.

SHONA REID: [whispers] He's a skillful deer stalker. If we don't let Jones know, Jones won't spot him.

[door creaks open]

LACHLAN JONES: Here we are. This used to be a way station for climbers. But you see? I blasted straight through the concrete into the glacier ice.

SAM YAO: Ooh, looks lovely! Well, it looks liveable. I like how you always do your campfires with the horseshoe of stones around them like that.

LACHLAN JONES: We can talk now. No one can hear us. The laird's not been here. He's the one, you see. I've had time to think about it. When I met you on the mainland, I told you that I'd learned in the Hebrides about how things work. [laughs] 

It's true. I learned how people work. How their hearts and minds can be turned to evil by just one person, one rotten spore, and the bunch turn and the whole thing to corruption! [coughs] That's what the laird has done here. I thought I could make myself king of the rocks and turn it all right again. But there's no time now. Not for me.

SHONA REID: [whispers] Five, Sam, look. Do you see that bag under the table? There's something in it. I can just see the edge, a glint of metal.

SAM YAO: [whispers] No, I can't quite see. It's too dark in here.

SHONA REID: [whispers] I can't listen to more of this about my dad. I have to do something. [cloth rustles and metal clinks, SHONA REID speaks out loud] Hey! I've got your bag here, mister! Want to chase me for it?

[footsteps]

LACHLAN JONES: Shona! Shona! What are you doing?

[door slams]

SAM YAO: Oh God, she's run off down that tunnel. What possessed her? Jones is after her. Five, we've got to stop him. Come on!

~

SHONA REID: Hello! [laughs] Hello!

LACHLAN JONES: Stop! Shona, stop!

SAM YAO: Five, can you see them? These tunnels go off in all directions.

SHONA REID: You can't catch me! You can't catch me! Hello! [laughs] Hello!

SAM YAO: Look, there! Caught a glimpse down the end of that tunnel. She's waving the bag in front of her, trying to bait him. [laughs] She must feel invincible, now her dad's here.

LACHLAN JONES: Shona, stop! You have to stop! Ow!

SAM YAO: He's really ill. Look, Five, he's shaking! I can't understand why he hasn't used the control box to stop the nanites attacking his system. All right. Look. This tunnel I think should lead us around to cut them off. Come on. Let's go!

~

SHONA REID: You can't catch me! Hello!

SAM YAO: That's weird. We've come out into another bridge thing, a bit above Shona and Jones. We're on a sort of ice... balcony overlooking a round cave where she's – oh. Oh no. She's running into this cave, but it's a dead end. He's got her cornered. Shona! Shona, grab Five's hand. Jump up!

SHONA REID: I'll try, but this bag's awful heavy.

SAM YAO: You almost landed on the bag. Are you okay?

SHONA REID: Aye. I'm fine. Five, have you got a wee bit of rope in your pack? You could lift me up.

[footsteps]

LACHLAN JONES: No, Shona. You'll not leave. You can't! [coughs] I can't let you go back to the island! It's rotten to the core. You've no idea what's going on outside there! I've read things. I've seen things!

SAM YAO: [whispers] Five, look above us. The laird's crawling across the top of the bridge. Look!

SHONA REID: Lachlan. Lachlan Jones, it's over now. It's over. You should come home with me.

LACHLAN JONES: It won't be over until everyone on this island is dead. I promise you that. [coughs] While one person remains alive, it can't be over!

SHONA REID: Then you'll have to start with killing me!

[SHONA REID tackles LACHLAN JONES]

SAM YAO: Shona's hurled herself at him! He's fighting her off. Five, we've got to get down there, help her somehow before he kills her – [gunshots] Oh! The laird shot him twice in the chest!

LACHLAN JONES: You don't know what you've done. You've destroyed everything. There'll be no stopping them now.

SHONA REID: I think he's gone.

LAIRD REID: Good riddance, too. I'll just climb down and help you get out, hen.

[bag unzips, cloth rustles, metal clinks]

SHONA REID: Look, in this bag. It's the control box you were seeking, Runner Five, Sam. But look. It's broken all in pieces. That must be why he couldn't use it to cure himself.

SAM YAO: That makes sense. Looks like it got smashed in this bag, maybe by accident after he hurt Janine and before he knew he needed it himself. Still, we should keep it. We might be able to repair it. Come on, Five. Let's climb down, too.

SHONA REID: I can't believe he's really dead. There are so many things I never got to ask him. Five, what do you think that thing was in his hand? Like a clicker. But it's fallen on the floor now he's gone.

LAIRD REID: That was a dead man's switch, Shona. I feared as much. He's wired the whole place to blow. We have to get out of here now! Back the way you came, run!

~

SHONA REID: Look at all this! Look! In his hidden little chambers here, papers and drawings on the walls. Dad! Dad, look! Look, these are the illustrations from the missing pages of the Edda, aren't they? This one of the – of the pomegranate-y thing, I-I've definitely seen that. A medieval monk copied it from the Edda, too.

LAIRD REID: Aye, you're right. You always knew more about the history of these islands than I did.

SHONA REID: This means he definitely had the Edda. It might be hidden here.

LAIRD REID: Take photos of the walls and check everywhere for the Edda.

SHONA REID: Look at this. He's lined up a drawing from the Edda with a map of Mor Island.

[zombies moan]

SAM YAO: Uh, look. Have we got time for this?

LAIRD REID: None of the tunnels are caving in. Maybe Jones' explosive charges were duds.

SAM YAO: Yeah, but uh, what I mean is I think those charges weren't explosives so much as kind of, well, something that makes the ice melt. Because the ice is melting. Look. The walls are turning into water, and the zombie interior decor is turning into zombies!

SHONA REID: Five, help me gather what we can. We have to get out. Go! Run!

[zombies moan]

~

[walls rumble, zombies moan]

SAM YAO: Okay, this isn't good. Zombies ahead, zombies behind...

SHONA REID: The tunnels we just came out of are filled with zombies. The wee ledge we're standing on is melting.

LAIRD REID: And the bridge back to the mainland is collapsing. He must have set thermals or chemical melting agents into the ice. He didn't want us getting home.

SHONA REID: But we will get home, right? Dad.

LAIRD REID: The swim to the mainland is four miles in icy waters. No one could survive above 20 minutes.

SAM YAO: Right. Thank, Mr. Positive! Five and I have been in tougher spots than this and got out.

LAIRD REID: Uh-huh. So what's your plan?

SAM YAO: I'm thinking. Sorry. I'm not good at thinking under this kind of pressure. A plan. A plan! Come on!

[radio crackles]

AMELIA SPENS: Well, if you can't come up with a plan, I suppose I'll have to.

SAM YAO: Amelia!

AMELIA SPENS: Prime Minister Spens to you. And look, I might be tempted to attempt a rescue, but only because I need you to tell me what you've done.

SAM YAO: What we've done? What we've – where are you? How are you here? What's going on?

AMELIA SPENS: Listen, Inspector Rebus, answers to your questions in good time. First, answers to mine. There are circles of red fungus growing in Five Arches Bay, and more to the point, there are tendrils down the whole west coast of the UK now. They come from the ocean. We've analyzed currents, tidal patterns. Where do all those tides originate? Here. When did they start drifting down? On the day you lot arrived in the Far Hebrides. So what the hell have you done?

~

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Feigning The Connection (24/?)

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in?

SEASON ONE, TWO AND THREE

SEASON FOUR: PART ONE

A/N: I’m pretty excited for this chapter mainly because some things… happen. If you know what I mea ;)

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Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Based off of: The 100 04x03 and 04X04

Warnings: spoilers.

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You held Luna’s hair back as she vomited what looked like only bile. You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach at the sight of the sickness surrounding you, sickness that had started because of radiation. It seemed the radiation was hitting you all quicker than you thought it would.

Smiling at Luna the best you could as she wiped at her mouth, you pitied her. Sure she hadn’t accepted the flame and in a sense tricked you and your friends, but no one deserves this- this sickness. You rubbed her back softly as if to sooth her. You didn’t know much about the medicine field but you did remember that as a child if you’d gotten a cold or felt ill, your mother used to rub your back. 

“Here.” Bellamy offered Luna a rag to which she accepted, Bellamy stepping beside you. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in. As soon as Nyko and Luna along with the rest had come to your gate, you had followed Abby into sickbay to help as best as you could. Of course, you couldn’t help much other than offer support and water, etc. You smiled at Bellamy in thanks, your eyes falling back on Luna as she used the rag to wipe your mouth more efficiently.

“You think I deserve this for refusing the flame?” Luna asked, her voice raw as if it hadn’t been used in days.

“No one deserves to die like this.” Bellamy answered softly. “Besides this would’ve happened anyway.”

Reaching out, you squeezed Luna’s shoulder; “we’re gonna help you and your people okay? It’s gonna be fine.” She offered a weak smile and you knew deep down while she appreciated your sympathy, she didn’t believe you. And you didn’t blame her. Loosing more than half her people because of the radiation sickness, and having to beg the people she’d once fooled was no easy feat. Thought of course, you wished yourself you knew more, were you actually going to be able to help her people?

Sensing someone behind you, Clarke stepped around Bellamy slowly, coming before Luna hesitantly.

“This is all that’s left of my people,” Luna whispered. “Can you save them?”

“We’ll do everything we can,” Clarke nodded. “You have my word.” Hearing Clarke say this made you smile back at Luna, your words finally registering within her. You knew your people, while you’ve had your battles with the grounders you wouldn’t give up on a small group of sick ones, especially when there was a child involved.

Letting your hand fall off Luna’s shoulder, you stepped back with Clarke and Bellamy. Once far away enough, Clarke turned to Bellamy, her words desperate and you could tell she was clearly frustrated. “Tell me something good.” 

“Raven’s looking for us.”

-

“So, Luna’s rig is here, and if the fish in these waters are dying-… well basically we’re screwed.”

“I don’t understand,” you shook your head. Your eyes still stuck on the monitor before you with worry. “ALIE said we have six months.” It was true, and if this was how quickly these six months were going to move you did not have the time to find another solution which you all still needed to. The only solution you had as of now was still the Ark, which because of a decision Bellamy still blames himself for, could only hold a hundred people, meaning four hundred plus of your own people would die at the hands of the radiation. Not to mention all of the grounders that would fall to their death as well.

“We don’t.” Raven bluntly said.

“Well then, how long do we have?”

“It’s hard to say,” Raven sighed, shifting into her seat. Raising her hand, she began pointing at the monitor again; “radiation is dispersed by jet stream and carried by ocean currents, so it’s not an exact science, but the leading indicator’s are small species die-offs– fish. Insects.” Biting your lip, you looked down to the ground, hope leaving you. “Based on the new data, i’d say we have… two months of survivability. Maybe less.”

You felt your heart plummet, your eyes falling to Bellamy as he shook his head. “The Ark won’t be ready.” He reminded, alarm present in his gaze.

“It’ll be close,” Raven began. “If we triple the man hours and work around the clock, we should be able to achieve a hard seal before the black rain comes. We just have to decide who gets to live here.”

“Raven,” Clarke started, shaking her head. “We’re not talking about the list again.”

“Clarke, we are running out of time. We have to make a plan for the day we close the doors, drill for it, make sure only the survivors have guns, agree on protocols for dealing with the people who are pissed off they’re not chosen. You asked me to be in-charge of rationing, and I have done that, but choosing who lives and who dies is your speciality.” Silence followed Raven’s words, but you couldn’t completely blame her for saying what she had. While Raven’s words were harsh, they were true.

Your attention was brought away from Raven when you heard the soft sound of an engine starting.

“No one’s scheduled to take the rover.”

-

“Out of the vehicle.” Bellamy ordered, opening the rover door so he could speak to Jaha more clearly. 

“I need to make a run,” Jaha explained. 

Raven stepped forward; “all supply runs go through me, and shouldn’t you be working on the patch to sector five?” Jaha paused and Bellamy tilted his head back, signalling for him to step out of the car. Reluctantly Jaha turned off the engine, following what he’d been told as he stepped out of the drivers seat. Stepping back to make room for Bellamy, you glared at Jaha.

Slamming the door shut behind him, Jaha turned to Clarke. “A patch for a ship that can only save a hundred people?” Shock flooded through you. No one, other than you four and a select few were suppose to know about how many the Ark can actually save. After Clarke had failed to tell them the whole truth, you were stuck keeping secrets again. “Why are you surprised? I am an engineer. We have no way to generate water. The harder number is four hundred. Can you really sentence four hundred more of our own people to death?”

“We don’t have a choice!” You explained, raising your voice. Slowly, realizing your mistake, you stepped back as not to alert more people as Bellamy’s hands fell on your shoulder to help calm you. 

“What if you do?” Jaha questioned. “What if I told you there might be a fallout shelter less than a days drive from here, a fallout shelter built to sustain thousands?”

“We’ve been through the chancellor’s files,” Raven dismissed, shaking her head in disagreement. “All the bunkers you considered for the hundred were listed as compromised or unviable, and now Mount Weather is too.”

“Those were government bunkers,” Jaha reminded, smiling despite the moment. Turning around, he opened up the rover door, grabbing a hold of his tablet before pulling it out to show you four. Clarke grabbed ahold of it, and leaning over Bellamy’s shoulder, you furrowed your brows.

“A doomsday cult?”

“That’s right. The second dawn.” Jaha explained, folding his hands behind him.

“They built a bunker?” Clarke asked.

“Their whole theology was based on riding out the end of the world.” You paused, stepping back as you thought over it. It was worth the shot, if it was true then you’d have a solution much easier than the one you had now and it wouldn’t consider a list of those who are worth saving and those who aren’t. 

“And you didn’t consider it?” Raven questioned suspiciously.

“We couldn’t prove it existed.” Jaha answered honestly.

“So why are you considering it now?” 

“Because before now, we didn’t need it.” 

“You found it didn’t you?” You asked, raising an eyebrow Jaha’s way. It made sense, it would have to and you knew, despite all he’d done, Jaha wouldn’t waste a days worth of work on a whim. He found it, or at least thinks he did.

“We can’t be sure until we check it out.”

Biting your lip, you turned to your friends; “it’s worth a shot.”

“No.” Raven dismissed, shaking her head. “No way. We need that rover for hauling pieces of a three-ton patch we’re build–” 

“Yeah but if he’s right, we won’t need the patch.” Clarke interrupted, pointing over to Jaha for more reason. 

“Can I talk to you guys for a moment?” Raven asked, trying to keep her cool. Looking back over to Jaha, you nodded, taking a few steps over so you were slightly away from Jaha, you turned your attention back on Raven. “Can you please remind Clarke what happened the last time Jaha went looking for salvation?” She asked, turning her flaming eyes on Bellamy.

“Raven, if that bunker is real, we can save a lot more than a hundred people.” Bellamy advised, and you couldn’t help but nod. He wasn’t wrong.

“And if it doesn’t, we’ve lost another day.” Raven reminded, growling out her words. Raven wasn’t wrong either, but it was worth a shot, right? 

“Hey, look.” Clarke called. “If it’s not, i’ll make the list… okay?”

Raven bit her lip, looking between you all as she pondered on Clarke’s words. Scoffing, she turned; “do what you want. I’ve got a ship to seal.”

Turning to Clarke and Bellamy, you smiled; “i’ll go.” Nodding at them, you turned to leave before Bellamy caught your shoulder, looking down at you; “i’ll come too.”

You nodded, knowing not to argue with him. Looking over at Clarke, you let your hand fall on her shoulder. “Stay here. The people may not need the truth, but they still need guidance.” She reluctantly agreed, walking off but not before giving you and Bellamy a reassuring smile.

“I’ll drive.”

-

“This is it,” Jaha announced, walking through the trees. Holding up your flashlight, you squinted to see what was before you. You had hopes that this would work, you prayed that what Jaha said and explained in the car would all come to be true. But you had your doubts, you only hoped they weren’t right.

“Well,” Bellamy began, stopping next to you. “If anyone’s entitled to a lucky break, we are.” You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, not finding any fault in his words. 

“You hear that?” Jaha asked and you fell silent, trying to see if you heard anything. Narrowing your eyes, you looked over at Jaha in question. There was no sound at all. Shifting himself, he repositioned his flashlight before looking over at you and Bellamy himself. “No insects.” Your face fell at his words, looking down to the ground. 

You felt Bellamy’s eyes on you and looking up at him, you gave him a solemn look. 

“What?” Jaha asked when he noticed something was wrong. 

“Luna had said the fish were dying,” you answered soulfully. “No insects…” You trailed off.

“What are the things that eat the fish and bugs gonna eat now?” Bellamy followed, staring off around the forest that surrounded you three. Shrugging, you made eye contact with Bellamy; “guess maybe that good luck doesn’t exist.” 

Walking forward, you looked around you, before realizing you didn���t know what you were looking for. “What exactly am I looking for again?” You asked Jaha, peeking back at him for a moment before watching where you were stepping. 

“The bunker would’ve been at the lowest point,” Jaha answered. 

“Anything structural.” Bellamy answered, you turned back to Bellamy, giving him a faint smile. “Be careful.” He advised, giving you a worried look. You shook your head, picking up your step as you walked off. Soon you were so far, you couldn’t hear what Bellamy and Jaha were saying, just faint mumblings as you looked around you.

“She’s lucky to have you.” Jaha commented idly, noticing Bellamy stare at your back in wonder. “All her life, Y/N has questioned every decision she’s ever made. Blamed herself for everything she’s ever done, her fault or not. It didn’t help when her own father arrested her. Ever since she’s met you, she’s changed, become happier. Y/N doesn’t spend her life questioning herself, you keep her grounded.”

Bellamy paused, looking over at Jaha in confusion. The only thing that ran through his mind, was that he completely disagreed with what Jaha had to say. He didn’t even want to question how Jaha knew all of that about you, your father was Kane who had once been on the council with Jaha. “It’s the other way around.” He answered, stepping forward carefully. 

“Still blaming yourself for killing that army.” Though the sentence was posed as a question, it was said as a statement. Coming to a stop, Jaha turned his body so it was now directed to Bellamy. “You’ve made mistakes– it’s true. But your intentions were pure. Every choice you made, you made to save your people… Even shooting me, twice. As long as that’s the truth, you don’t need redemption.”

“Trying telling that to her,” Bellamy pointed in your direction. “Or anyone else that has suffered by my hand… Besides, you better hope so.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, if you’re wrong, and there is a hell, then I guess i’ll see you there.” Bellamy bluntly stated.

“How many people do you have to save before you forgive yourself?” Jaha asked, his voice soft with pity. Bellamy licked his lips, remaining silent as he gazed at Jaha.

“I think I found it!” You called, waving them over to where you stood. When you felt light shine around you, you turned to see both Jaha and Bellamy heading your way. You turned your attention back on the staircase you’d found, leaning over it slightly. 

Bellamy grumbled a thought, shaking his head before letting his eyes fall on you. “Good job,” he smiled over at you and you grinned back at him. “Stay behind me.” He ordered and you nodded without fault, following behind him as he slowly transcended down the staircase. 

Pushing back branches, Bellamy made a path for himself, you and Jaha, crouching down as you all made your way further down the stairs. “Watch your head.” Listening to Bellamy, you bent forward, trying to ignore the webs you found yourself walking through and the dust. This clearly hadn’t been seen in years, which did make sense, and had been left to waste away with no one to see.

Panting Bellamy reached the bottom of stairs, pushing past a rather large web. Seeing it connect to him, you extended your hand forward, pulling it off of his clothes as you peered around you in curiosity. It was the same everywhere, the sight of nothing but an abandoned bunker. 

Something caught Bellamy’s eye as he walked forward, crouching before it. Your own eyes fell on a skeleton, looking around you for something that would help you figure out where this ‘bunker’ was suppose to be. You heard a light thump and turning you watched Bellamy pick up an object from under the skeleton, what looked like a coin but much bigger. He brought it up to his face, his eyes scanning over the words engraved on it. “From the ashes we will rise.”

Standing up, Bellamy turned to the dead man; “not this guy.” Before showing you all the object he’d found. You stared at it in confusion and wonder, watching as Jaha reached out to grab it himself. Letting his thumb run over the top of it, he flipped it over to the back and a Roman numeral appeared. “The eleventh seal.” Jaha breathed. “Their faith was built on twelve seals. Followers could level up by unlocking one at a time. Only those who reached level twelve could achieve salvation.”

Looking over to the door, you sighed; “that could be why they didn’t let him in.” Jaha turned, his face brightening at the sight of the door.

“I was right,” he stated, turning to the door as he traced along it for an opening or a handle of some sort. “They could still be in there.” You reminded, a hopeful feeling welling within you. Turning to Bellamy, you raised any eyebrow. If this was the right bunker, than you could be right yourself.

Nodding at you, Bellamy walked towards the door, banging harshly on it. “Hey!” He bellowed. “Is anyone there?” Bellamy banged on it again, followed by more silence as Jaha traced along the sides of the door. “It’s still sealed.” He announced and you shook your head, your own eyes scanning over the exterior of the door.

“There’s no locks, no handles.”

“That’s because it was designed to be opened from the inside.” Jaha explained, breathing heavily.

“Or from the outside by somebody with a rover.”

-

You looked at the wire connected to the sealed door by the rover. Watching as it straightened with each pull Bellamy gave it, and the wire rang as it could no longer tug. Still Bellamy continued to press down on the gas, the engine sputtering as the wire was pulled from each direction. 

Though you were nowhere near the wire, you leaned back when it flipped back over to the rover, coming off the door. “What happened?” You asked, staring in anticipation at the wire.

“Let’s go find out.” Bellamy said, stepping out of the rover. You quickly made your way back over to the staircase in anticipation, your heart racing as you quickly made your way down the steps. You followed in behind Jaha, your heart spiking when you saw the previously sealed door, open.

“It worked.”

Jaha went in first, and as you came in second all hope that had previously been there dropped. You tried your best to see with the flashlight, but it was hard. Bellamy seemed to agree, handing you over his flashlight, you accepted as he flicked on a flare, it’s red flame illuminating the bunker. 

“This can’t be.”

What you saw before you was bodies floating in their own blood. 

“It wasn’t sealed,” Bellamy sighed. “The radiation would have killed them in days. This won’t save anyone.”

-

“If i’m on that list, you’re on that list.”

Clarke sighed, shaking her head as she sniffled. “Bellamy, I can’t.” It was one of the hardest things she’d ever had to do, put names of her friends and people on a list. Decides who lives and who dies. 

“Write it down.” Bellamy ordered softly, “write it down or I will.”

When Clarke made no moved to listen to his words, Bellamy stepped forward, taking the notebook towards himself and grabbing the pen from Clarke’s hand. Just below his name, spot number ninety-nine, he wrote ‘Clarke Griffin’ in the spot one hundred. He would not condemn himself to live if one of his most trusted friends died.

Capping the pen, he moved closer to Clarke, his eyes scanning over the list. Those his move to comfort Clarke fell short as he noticed your name wasn’t on the list. Panic settled within, scanning one more time over the one hundred names for hope, but only came to the same conclusion. Clarke hadn’t put your name on the list.

“Where’s Y/N?” Bellamy asked, his eyes falling on Clarke as she sighed heavily, a tear falling down her cheek. “Clarke. Where’s Y/N’s name?” He repeated, his voice more gruff.

“I couldn’t-” Clarke whimpered, her voice breaking.

Bellamy knew it was selfish, to be so mad, and he was sure Clarke had his reasons, whatever reasons they were. But he wasn’t going to just let you die, and him live. He couldn’t live without you. “What do you mean ‘you couldn’t’?” Bellamy interrupted, his voice the calmest it ever had been, despite how he felt.

Clarke shook her head in despair, hating what she had to say because she knew it would hurt him more than anything. “She’s just a soldier– we need doctors and engineers, she doesn’t offer-”

“Take me off the list and put her name.” Bellamy interrupted again, his voice dead serious and his voice leaving no room for argument. Clarke turned her wet eyes on Bellamy in shock, immediately shaking her head in a decline. “Why not? I’m just a soldier. I will not live while she dies.” When Clarke didn’t move, much like before, Bellamy reached down to grab the notebook again but Clarke was quicker, pulling it out of his hands.

Bellamy stared at Clarke in shock, not quite believing what he was seeing.

He said nothing else as he turned around, walking towards the door. He needed to see you and now.

“Bellamy-”

The door slammed behind him.

-

When you heard the door open, you definitely didn’t expect to see Bellamy at your doorway. You hadn’t expected any visitors really, but definitely not Bellamy. 

You shifted uncomfortably, you’d just been getting ready to go to bed. It had been a long day, which meant you were in a state of clothing Bellamy had never seen you in. Only a t-shirt and shorts. Still, despite your discomfort, you turned to him with a smile, confused smile, but a smile nonetheless. “Bellamy?” Though your smile fell when you saw the state he was in.

His face was red, with anger or confusion you weren’t sure and he looked as if he was going to cry. 

Your eyes squinted in concern and you took the short steps towards him, “what’s wrong? Bellamy?” Your hands moved up to his face but Bellamy’s own shot up, grabbing your wrists. You gasped at the quick and rather rough movement, narrowing your eyes at him in bafflement. “Hey, what’s wrong? You can tell me.”

Despite clearly being upset, you could help but feel his eyes rake your figure. It made you shift in discomfort but also left a warm tingly feeling within you as his dark eyes focused on only you.

Bellamy wanted to tell you, he should tell you. You had every right to know… but he didn’t have the heart to tell you.

What had happened in there only made things clearer. He’d been mad at Clarke at the moment and a part of him still was, but it made sense. He hated it, but what Clarke said made sense. You were a great fighter and a reliable friend but you offered nothing that would be useful when stuck in an Ark that needed doctors and engineers, etc. But that didn’t explain why she’d put his name, who was just the same as yourself, and not yours.

Though while it made sense, it also made things clear to Bellamy. Just the mere thought of not being able to see you everyday, to leave you to die while he got to live, sickened him. Living without you just seemed impossible to Bellamy. Bellamy realized in that moment, as his anger spiked and his heart panicked at the thought of leaving you behind, that he loved you.

So, forgetting everything. Forgetting that the last time he’d kissed you had gone anything but well, he leaned forward. It shocked you just like the last time, and he felt your body tensed as he pulled you closer to him self. His hand let go of your wrist, opting to wrap around your waist instead. Bellamy pulled you the closest he could to himself.

Half, actually a majority of him expected you to push away like last time, but while it took a while, you didn’t. Instead, you let your body relax, leaning into the kiss and letting your arms fall around Bellamy’s neck. You wouldn’t make the same mistake as last time. You both made mistakes, Bellamy and yourself, you would not let his or your own stop you from being with him.

And with the end of the world coming, you wanted to be with him.

Eventually you both pulled away, panting breathlessly as you stared up at Bellamy. You found yourself stuck in his gaze, breathing heavily as you looked into his dark brown eyes, Bellamy doing the same. “I’m sorry…” He breathed, his voice barely a whisper. It confused you, but before you could ask Bellamy leaned back down, pressing multiple kisses against yourself.

Slowly the question left your mind, being replaced by the thought of you stepping backwards, Bellamy following. Soon you fell against you small bed, your back hitting the mattress. The minute you both found yourself laying comfortably, Bellamy pulled back again. Your lips were red and your cheeks were most likely inflamed, but none of that matter.

“I love you,” you whispered, in a daze. “I always have…”

“I always will,” Bellamy responded, letting his hand brush a strand of hair away from your face. You smiled brightly. Then, the second he finished his sentence, Bellamy’s lips descended upon you once again. This time, instead of your lips, his own lips felling on your neck, kissing everywhere along you. You felt your back arch in pleasure as Bellamy continued to do what he was doing.

Your hands gripped his hair, and you felt Bellamy’s hand grabbed ahold of the hem of your t-shirt.

This was more than you could’ve every asked for. Part of it felt wrong, though you weren’t sure, and told you to push away but you didn’t. You didn’t want to. You’d been waiting for this moment for so long, nothing could stop you from enjoying it.

-

“Really Jasper? This is how you spend your time?” It might of seemed like a question, but you already knew the answer. Shaking your head at Jasper, you smiled brightly as Jaha slowly sat up on the mattress. 

“What other way to spend your time?” Jasper asked, grinning brightly at you. You both looked back over at Jaha, laughing lightly as Jasper announced; “ha! He’s awake!” Looking around you, you saw many of your friends step out to view the prank Jasper had thrown on Jaha, laughing when Jaha realized where he was.

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly yourself. It felt wrong but you wouldn’t lie and say the fact of seeing Jaha wake up in the middle of a lake and being confused wasn’t funny. “Hey Jaha,” Jasper called; “it’s looks like you got floated.” A laugh escaped your lips once again, shaking your head at Jasper’s silly behaviour. You probably should be worrying about fixing the Ark but this was just too good.

You clapped along with your friends, shaking your head in amusement.

“Keeping yourself busy I see, Mr. Jordan.” Jaha commented, smiling lightly over in your direction. 

“Oh, i’m living it up, every last day.” 

“Do I wanna know how you managed to do this without waking me up?” Jaha asked.

“Oh, probably not,” Jasper laughed. “But the effects are harmless, I promise, kind of.” You laughed one final time as Jasper walked off, looking over at Jaha you made sure he was able to get back before your eyes wandered elsewhere.

“Alright you guys, we’ve had our fun. Let’s get back to work.” You heard Clarke comment and your attention snapped to her. You hadn’t even know she’d been here, you would’ve expected her to shut down whatever fun you guys had been having mainly because of the fact that she was so worried about the Ark. You knew she would’ve had her reasons but it was nice to know she let everyone have a bit of fun.

Making your way over to her, you couldn’t help but notice that as her attention fell on you she looked almost scared. You couldn’t possibly imagine why, it wasn’t as if she’d done anything. Yet, you continued to make your way over to her, a smile on your face. “Hey,” you called, once you reached her. “You okay?”

For a moment her brows furrowed, as if she was confused. Clarke remained silent at first, letting her eyes glaze over you while you narrowed your eyes at her. “Clarke?”

“Yeah,” she seemed to snapped out of whatever had been bothering her, a smile lighting up her features.

“Any word from Bellamy?” After yours and Bellamy’s night… he had to leave for a mission you’d both known before hand. Still you couldn’t help but feel slightly upset that he had to leave so soon after the moment the two of you had shared. It also didn’t help that now knowing you both could possibly be more and you’ve accepted your feelings, you were worried about letting him leave. You’d always been concerned about him going out there and risking his life, but this just increased it ten-fold.

You felt concern flood through you as Clarke shook her head: “no, not yet.”

“What’s with the ‘we’re all gonna die’ face?” You heard Monty ask, as you turned to see him heading both yours and Clarke’s way. You smiled at the sight of him, him graciously returning it before you focused your attention back on Clarke. When she only gave Monty a look, he looked down; “I mean–”

“I know what you mean,” Clarke interrupted, looking back over to the mountains before you all. It was foggy, covered in clouds, which made you worry, when would the black rain come? Radiation had already reached Luna and her people, and everyone except for Luna herself had died due to it because of the night blood in her. Now she, along with Raven, Abby and more were off somewhere going to Becca’s old lab in order to see if the night blood could become a solution. 

Everything was coming much quicker, as you, Bellamy and Clarke found out, and you were no closer to a viable solution that could save everyone.

Biting your lip, you looked at the gate; “Bellamy should be back by now.” You commented, following Monty and Clarke as they began walking.

“Hunting parties go radio-silent. It’s nothing new.” Monty reminded, offering what little support he could.

“True, still…” You trailed off, looking back at the gate with a worried expression. “I can’t help but worry.”

Monty nodded, though he didn’t know what had happened between you and Bellamy that night, no one did yet, he did know how much you two cared for each other. Turning to Clarke, he noticed the same look on her face as before; “Clarke.” He called, lightly nudging her with his elbow. “What else is wrong?”

Clarke shrugged, biting her lip in frustration. “I just feel… useless. I’m stuck here in case anyone needs a cut bandaged, supervising the back-up plan, when I should be going to the island to make night blood.”

“Clarke,” Monty shrugged; “you’re not a geneticist.”

“Neither is my mom.”

“Well, they have Raven.” You reminded, smiling encouragingly.

“Genetic code, computer code.” Monty added. “They’ll figure it out.”

“Guys, i’m serious,” Clarke reinforced. Coming to a stop, she turned to the both of you in frustration. Monty shook his head; “so am I. If Jaha’s right and Becca created night blood there, they’ll find her records, and all they have to do is reverse-engineer it from Luna. Everyone lives.”

“If they can get it done before the radiation gets here.”

“Well then, I guess we better fix up the ship.” You shrugged, looking up at the Ark. You’re attention fell on Riley, the boy you, Bellamy and the rest saved from Ice Nation, stepped forward. “Riley, how’s it coming along?” Monty asked, looking over at the boy.

“Good,” he reassured. “We should have the radiation patch up before dark.”

“See?” Monty smiled, turning to Clarke; “one less thing to worry about.” She smiled as did you, but was quickly interrupted when you heard a faint thunder. You turned around in the direction of the gate, looking at the mountains like you had before. More thunder echoed and you felt your heart beat race, this couldn’t be good.

“All right, everybody inside. Just like we practised.” Clarke ordered aloud. You wasted no time listening to her warning, hearing the warning bells sound as you quickly followed Clarke and Monty inside. Soon you found yourself within the Ark, hidden from the rain. When you turned around, you saw Monty moving to close the door but was stopped as you noticed a figure. Jasper.

He was walking leisurely, his head turned up as he viewed the sky. “Jasper!” Monty bellowed, “come on! Jasper, let’s go!”

“Jasper!” You screamed, desperate for him to listen.

“What are you doing?” Clarke yelled, stepping out along with you. Jasper paused, his eyes turning back on you and the rest, as he seemed solemn. “Can’t live your life in fear,” was all he said, shaking his head. You felt your heart beat race and worry settle in within you as he turned his head back up to the sky, the distant sound of rain falling.

Monty moved to run out and grab him, but you, Clarke and Harper all stopped him before he could. “Monty, you can’t. You can’t.” Harper yelled, bringing him back over. Monty panicked, screaming Jasper’s name and yelling to be let go as Jasper all of the sudden started reacting badly. He started gagging and he fell to the ground, holding his neck in pain.

Your eyes narrowed in worry, wetting with unshed tears. No…

“What do we do?”

“The sky… is falling!” Jasper suddenly announced, his hand falling from his neck as he began laughing. You felt your body un-tense, your worry dissipate as you narrowed your eyes at Jasper. “Hahaha, the sky is falling!” He joked, holding out his arms as if he was proud of the joke he’d just pulled.

“What is wrong with you?” Clarke sobbed lightly, shaking her head in disgust.

“It’s just rain! Not radioactive ash!” Done with his jests, you turned around, walking off. “Come on! It’s joke! Guys…”

-

“I have an announcement to make…” 

Baffled, you turned around from where you’d been standing with Harper, your eyes falling on Monty as he stood by the P.A. Your eyes instinctively flew to the piece of paper in his hands. “Clarke Griffin has been lying to you.” You noticed Clarke out of the corner of your eye, turn and bolt towards Monty. “The Ark will only save a hundred people.”

Your eyes widened, you’d known about that and the list, but you never knew if Clarke lived up to her word about making it, it seemed she had. But as you looked around you, you noticed the crowd mumble in shock and question. “Who thinks they made the list?” You felt your body go stiff, scared to see who was on the list. You wanted your people to live, but you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want to live yourself.

“Abby Griffin,” Monty began. “Eric Jackson, Thelonious Jaha, Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake, Jim Bruder, Heather David, Grazia Watson, Danny Vertue.” The list went on and on with names you recognized, and people you didn’t even know. The crowd that had been dispersed slowly grew until they were surrounded around Clarke. And yet, Monty continued to read off every name until he ended with Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin.

Your name hadn’t been on the list.

But Bellamy’s was.

You also knew that Bellamy had been there when Clarke made the list, but he wouldn’t… he wouldn’t put your name and leave you to die, would he? No. No, you knew Bellamy and he wouldn’t do that.

“I’m sorry.”

Had that been why he’d come to you that night? Because of the guilt and that’s it? No, he’d said he loved you and he always will. Well technically he’d only said he’d always would, he never actually said the words ‘I love you’…

You were pulled from your thoughts as Monty joined the group, and people started yelling their distaste for the list. You fell beside Monty, sullen. “I didn’t survive the Ice Nation just to die because you think i’m not good enough.” Riley bellowed, clearly frustrated.

“Riley, you’re smart, but you were training to be a guard on the Ark.” Clarke tried to explain, “we only need so many soldiers.”

“You’re tell me that Darcy is more qualified than me?” Riley incredulously asked, pointing to the girl behind him in anger. “She’s a trainee too, and i’m a hell of a lot better shot, no offence.” He offered shortly to the girl, who glared at him.

“I know this is hard to take in, but to ensure the survival of the human race, the list had to be weighted towards young women who can have children.” Clarke explained and your head turned up at the mention of young women, you were one. Didn’t you count for anything?

“Wait, what?” Hayes questioned, his voice shaky with fear. “It’s because she can have kids? How’s that fair?”

“It’s not fair,” Clarke dismissed. “It’s smart.”

“Yeah,” Monty started; “what about Harper?” Slowly Clarke turned around to face Harper and you paused, she looked guilty. Harper tensed her face, crossing her arms as she waited for Clarke’s reply. “There’s a chance she could be a drain on medical resources.”

“Well, i’m not sick.”

“Not yet.” She mumbled. 

“Your dad,” Monty reminded. “You went into her medical records?” Monty accused Clarke, staring at her as if she’d gone mad.

“You’re condemning me for a sickness I might have?” You couldn’t help but feel pity for Harper. Clarke was playing God, and Harper wasn’t ‘deemed’ reasonable to be saved because of a sickness she ‘might’ have.

“I had to consider all variables.”

“That’s rich for a person who put herself on the list.” Harper spat.

“And Bellamy Blake? Come on.” You felt your body grow tense at the mention of Bellamy.

“Of course Clarke and Bellamy should be together.” Jaha explained, making his presence known. You looked to the ground in hurt, you didn’t want to believe Bellamy would’ve just forgotten about you… but you didn’t know. “Strong leadership is essential for survival. All right, you don’t like the list.” Walking over to Monty, he held his hand out without saying anything and Monty listened, giving him the list. 

“Consider it shredded,” he announced, holding it up in the air. “Now we can keep fighting each other and die, or we can work together and give everyone a shot at survival, your choice.”

“Meaning what?” You finally spoke, looking up at Jaha.

“We hold a lottery, randomly choose the hundred people to survive, but you have to work for it, everyday. You don’t show up for your assignments, you can’t be in the lottery, and when the time comes, we collect the names and we draw. Good?” Murmurs of agreement passed and everyone slowly began nodding their head. “Then it’s settled. Now, that radiation shield is ready. Who’s gonna help me put it in place?” A vast majority of the crowd raised their hands; “let’s get it done.”

As the crowd began moving, you did as well, but for a different purpose. You needed to know.

Grabbing Clarke by the arm, you pulled her before she ran off. When she realized it was you, she paused, her face falling. “Y/N I-”

“I don’t care.” You interrupted, shaking your head. “You had your reasons, I don’t care if you didn’t put me on the list. Just… did Bellamy know?” You paused, your heart sinking as you hoped that you were wrong. It was true, you didn’t care if she had, but you did care if Bellamy did. “Did Bellamy help you?”

Clarke remained silent for a moment, thinking over what she was going to say. You felt a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding leave you; “no.” She answered, shaking her head. “Bellamy didn’t know and when he found out, he fought me to exchange his name for yours.” Taking a deep breath, you felt relief flood you. You’d been wrong, Bellamy hadn’t visited you that night just because of guilt. Maybe he did feel guilty, but he came to you because he did love you.

“And my father?” You mumbled.

“I-I… he knew.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you nodded, your body going numb. You couldn’t be happier that Bellamy hadn’t gone along with it, but it hurt to know that your father had known, yet wanted to help keep it a secret from you.

Your hand fell from Clarke’s shoulder and you turned, walking away.

“Y/N, look-”

You only continued to walk.

Part 25? Please let me know what you thought :)

[sadrien]

prince of cats

chapter six: good pilgrim

on ao3 || on ffnet 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

kind of forgot it was an update day because i have something i need to finish for a friend and i'm stressed

enjoy!!!

“It wasn’t a date,” Marinette says, holding the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she unfolds fabric. “We sat on the couch and watched a bad Hallmark movie.”

Nino scoffs on the other end. “Mari, I hate to break it to you, but that’s basically what mine and Alya’s last date was.”

Marinette rolls her eyes. “This is the difference: you two are dating. Adrien and I are not.”

“Sure, sure,” Nino drawls.

“The intention is different,” she insists. “Anything can be a date if there are romantic intentions.”

“How do you know there weren’t any?”

Marinette puts down the fabric. “Why are we friends again?”

“Because you love me,” Nino says with a smile in his voice. “And because I gave you crackers on our first day of school.”

She hums and goes back to her fabric. “I’m still pretty sure you’re seeing things that aren’t there.”

“And I think you aren’t letting yourself consider the possibility that Adrien likes you back because you like him so much.”

She scoffs. “If you say that I’m afraid of getting hurt—”

“Isn’t everyone a little afraid of getting hurt?” Nino asks. “I feel like that’s a very human thing to be afraid of, you know?”

Marinette raises her eyebrows. “That’s very deep, Mr. Lahiffe.”

“I can be deep if I try.”

“Yeah I remember our three in the morning sleepover talks.”

Nino laughs. “Aw man, yeah those were great. We should do that again.”

“We’re grown adults,” she reminds him.

“And? Who cares. Let’s have a sleepover, Mar. Just like old times. You, me, Alya— hell, we can even invite Adrien to the fun.”

“Oh god no.” Marinette steps away from her kitchen table. “If you really loved me, you would never do that. I do not want Adrien witnessing the disaster that is me after one it the morning.”

“But after one in the morning Mari is the best Mari!” Nino protests.

Marinette collapses onto the couch. “Hard no.”

“We could play spin the bottle. Seven minutes in heaven.”

She snorts. “Okay, are we in uni again? I remind you that you have a very serious girlfriend who you love very much. Spin the bottle is very hard to rig.”

She can almost see Nino shrugging. “If some of the kisses don’t match up exactly it’s not the end of the world. It’s not like we’ve never kissed before.”

“True,” Marinette murmurs, checking her nails.

“Same with Alya. So really…to complete the square, we all have to kiss Adrien.”

“Is that what counts as initiation into our friend group?” Marinette asks. “Kissing?”

“Yes.”

She shakes her head. “If you didn’t scare him away before, you’d definitely scare him away now.”

“We were plenty nice!” Nino says. “It’s been two weeks since we exchanged names, you sure we can’t get his number or something? Alya is going to have a cow.”

Marinette huffs. “Don’t tell, Al but… I don’t even have his number.” She makes a face at the long silence.  

“Goddamn, Mari. Why not?”

She shrugs. “We live next to each other. I’ve never…needed it? I mean, would it be nice to have? Sure. But I don’t want to push him and he’s never offered so…”

“Do you need me to take on the Alya role because she’s working?”

Marinette sighs. “Is saying no going to stop you?”

“Get his number, girl!”

She clicks her tongue. “So many demands. Last names, universities, phone numbers— do you need his blood type too?”

“I’m sure Alya could find some use for that.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. We’re lucky she didn’t go into like, espionage or something. She’d be scary.”

“Are you saying she isn’t scary now?”

“No,” Marinette admits. “Alya is still very scary now. She’d just be way more terrifying in covert operations.”   

“She really would be,” Nino muses.

Marinette smiles to herself. “You love her a lot.”

Nino sighs happily. “Yeah I do. It’s a good thing I’m such a dumbass. Probably wouldn’t have gotten her attention otherwise.”

Marinette raises her eyebrows. “I’m sorry, weren’t Alya and I friends before you two started dating?”

“Yeah, but nothing really gets someone’s attention like chugging a Monster-coffee combo ten minutes before class.”

“Hm, I suppose that’s true. How did you survive lycée again?”

“A good question, my dude. A really good one.”

Marinette looks up as there’s a knock at her door.

“Is that the boyfriend?” Nino asks.

“Shut up,” she mutters. “I’m not sure, but I’ll call you back later, okay?”

“Sure thing, man. Remember all the details for, Al.”

“I always do. Bye.”

“Peace, dude.”

Marinette pulls open the door and Adrien holds out a book. She stares at it — the book, not the hand holding it out to her, definitely not — for a long moment before looking up at him. “Hi?”

“I totally stole this from you the other day,” he apologizes.

Marinette takes the book and flips it over to skim the summary on the back. “Honestly, I didn’t even know I had this book. I’m not sure if I ever read it. Was it good?”

Adrien shrugs. “It was okay. Kind of predictable ending, but it passed the time.”

“Hm. Not sure if I’ll ever read it, but I’ll keep your indepth review in mind.”

He smiles. “Thanks for letting me borrow it, even if you didn’t notice.”

“Of course, what’s mine is yours,” Marinette says before realizing that may be a little too revealing. “I really like your ring by the way.” She gestures to the silver ring on his right hand. She’s noticed him wearing it before, but she’s never really gotten a good look at it before. Plus she needs to change the subject as fast as humanly possible.

“This old thing?” Adrien asks, holding up his hand. “Thanks, it’s an old family heirloom. It’s sentimental, but it’s not really worth anything.”

Marinette shrugs. “Sometimes sentimentality is all that you need.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs, examining the ring. He shakes his head. “Anyway, I have to get back to work, but I’ll see you later?”

She nods and tries not to smile too widely. “Yeah, that sounds great. Have fun at your kitchen table.”

“Always do,” he says with a crooked smile as he turns to his door.

Marinette closes the door and cleans against it, clutching her book to her chest.

She’s so gone.

✦ ✦ ✦

Marinette skips dinner.

She’s been working on an idea for a new line all afternoon and her mind feels like jello. It’d probably be a good idea to take a break and let her mind rest, but she’s kind of in the zone, and she doesn’t want to risk losing it.

It takes Alya sending thirty two texts about something that happened at work for Marinette to finally put down the pencil and grab a quick sandwich and a drink while she reads through Alya’s rant.

And then she goes right back to work.

Page after page of failed design and scribbled out notes. She resists the urge to scratch things out and rip pages out of her sketchbook so she can crumple them up and throw them away. She tries to keep everything she designs, even things that she doesn’t like that much. It’s good for learning.

But when she’s low on patience, she scribbles them out anyway.

She almost breaks her pencil crossing out a pantsuit that makes her want to quit her job and return her degree.

“I hate this,” she grumbles to herself, hitting her sketchbook against her forehead.

She stands up with a sigh, doing a quick stretch and pacing around the apartment for a few minutes. Then she turns on her laptop and finds some music to listen to it and plugs in her headphones because it’s too late to blast music aloud.

She starts a dress and gets halfway through the skirt before she realizes she’s already designed this dress.

Back to the drawing board.

✦ ✦ ✦

Marinette drags her hands down her face and glances over at the clock. Half an hour after midnight.

Time to give up.

She packs up her laptop and tablet and puts them into her bag by the door. She thinks about her plan for tomorrow before adding her current sketchbook and some markers to it as well.

She wanders around the apartment for a few minutes, drinking a glass of water and trying to calm her anxiety. A little bit of artblock never killed anyone. She’ll get past this hurdle and be back to designing things she’s proud of in no time.

She’s looking forward to work in the morning. She’s looking forward to having some direction. Any direction.

Marinette flops on her bed and stares at the ceiling for a long time.

Tomorrow will be better. It has to be.

✦ ✦ ✦

Marinette jerks awake as a loud beeping pierces through her dreams. She didn’t know what it was in her dream, she just knew it was annoying, but now her heart is pounding and she feels like she’s about to be sick.

Fire alarm.

For a moment, she wonders if it’s a drill (do they even have those anywhere other than school?) or was pulled on accident, before the alarms in her mind start going off because that doesn’t matter.  

She snatches her phone from her charger as she runs out the door, nearly tripping as she slips on a pair of flip flops she always has by the door and grabbing her work bag because her entire life is in that bag and she knows you’re not supposed to take anything in an emergency but it’s right there.

As soon as she throws open the door, she can smell the smoke and she doesn’t know how she didn’t notice it before now. She blames the adrenaline.

People are rushing out of their apartments. Someone’s child is crying and heavy footsteps echo through the stairway.

This is actually happening.

Marinette can’t move.

She gasps as someone grabs her arm and drags her along. She finds herself looking at Adrien with terrified eyes.

“We have to go,” Adrien says, running a hand through his hair. He has his phone in his hand and his long black trench coat on, but he’s barefoot and each time he drags a hand over his hair it gets messier.

She probably shouldn’t be focusing so much on him as they follow the crowd out of the building, but he’s strangely grounding. Him, his face, the pressure of his hand on his arm.

They always say to be calm and quiet if there’s a fire in school, but everyone is running and pushing. People are screaming and crying and yelling out to others.

The smoke gets thinner as they go down, but it’s still starting to burn Marinette’s eyes. A mother next to her covers her child’s mouth with her sleeve.

Marinette gasps as they step out into the humid night air. She feels like she’s about to start crying; there’s a lump in her throat and a pressure in the back of her head.

Adrien freezes next to her. He lets go of her arm and shoves her forward. “Go!”

“A-Adrien?” she asks, twisting around to look at him.

“Just go!” he shouts.

He turns and pushes back inside of the building.

Back into the smoke.

Back into the fire.

“Adrien!” Marinette screams, her voice breaking.

The crowd drags her forward. Someone crashes into her. She can hear sirens down the street above the screaming.

Adrien is gone.

[homewoodpage]

The Long-Neglected Upstairs Bath

Three years ago I had a great idea. An idea that was mostly driven by my desire to have one bathroom in this house that contained a tub suitable for soaking.

Anyone remember this tub (with an effing fireplace?!) from my last house?

Yeah. Me too. With pain in my heart every time I think about it.

This house has three full bathrooms, and, for the first 3 years I lived here, zero working bathtubs. I mean, there was one, kinda, but if you put more than 6” of water in it it started to leak… and it also had iron stains that made it look like someone had previously been dismembered in there.

  So, back to my great idea. Three years ago I decided to do a “quick” overhaul of the upstairs bathroom. In my mind that meant taking out the old tub (which meant the old tile had to come out too) then putting in a new tub, re-tiling the floor, and maybe a coat of paint. Voila! Done! Right?

Ha. Hahaha.

Yeah, no.

What actually happened was that I tore up the tile and realized the toilet had been leaking into the subfloor for the last twenty-ish years…

I mean. I could have picked any hobby in the world. I could have been a person who golfs. But no. I had to pick the one that means I’ve spent more hours of my life then I care to think about scraping up subfloor that has been rotted and soaked through with sewer water.

Sigh.

After the trauma with the subfloor and my desire not to spend any more time in that room, it took me a whole year to finally tile the shower surround (and only got it done because Sarah–from the Ugly Duckling House–came to visit and got my ass in gear)…

Then I had a failed attempt at leveling the floor, and finally just said “screw it” because you can, in fact, use a bathtub that only has a raw pipe as the faucet in a bathroom that has a plywood floor…

And then, guys, I just straight-up ignored this room for the last couple of years. I mean, literally every time I woke up in the middle of the night and had to pee, and then had to walk downstairs and to the opposite end of the house… at those times I was keenly aware of my failure to get the upstairs bath finished. But otherwise I mostly just avoided the idea of finishing this room.

I probably would have gone on that way for another year but when my mom was up at the house for Christmas and I was talking about my 2018 projects, she gently steered the conversation in the direction of the upstairs bath. Like, she might of mentioned how much my quality of life would be improved by having a working bathroom upstairs, and then didn’t say anything else about it until she showed up at the farm every weekend for the last 2 months with a bottle of wine and innocently asked what we’d be working on in the bathroom that day.

Moms. Amirite?

She gets all the credit for the progress I’ve made on this room so far.

First, I tore out my previous, unsuccessful attempt at leveling the floor. Then I cleaned and primed the subfloor (and drank some wine.)

I’d been very leery about using a pour-on self-lever for a lot of reasons, mostly involving prep, but I figured I couldn’t have made a worse mess than my first attempt, so used a spray foam insulation to seal any gaps between the old plaster walls and the framing, and rigged up a cardboard “seal” around the toilet plumbing.

Then we went for broke and poured the first coat of self-leveler. Mom was chief in charge of mixing…

While I poured the leveler and worked the float.

One of the many joys of a 170 year old house is that this bathroom floor was ¾” off-level over a 3-foot run of floor. Which is to say, it required a second coat of leveler the next weekend.

Because I let it sit for a week before putting the second coat on I needed to re-prime the surface (aka drink more wine)…

But after a second coat of leveler, we got there. (Or, close enough to there.)

Here’s the new floor, pre-tile:

Once the floor was mostly level I installed Schuler DITRA underlayment, and then started with the tile.

(Also, you can add “tile saw” to the list of tools my mom now knows how to use, since I conscripted her in to being the Chief Tile Cutter for this project.)

I bought this tile three years ago, when I thought this project was going to take a couple of weekends. (I know, I know, keep laughing.) At the time I thought I might try a herringbone pattern with these 8×24 tiles, but the day I was going to start laying tile both my mom and my grandma were up at the farm helping with some other projects, and when I mentioned the herringbone idea they both gave me a look that can best be translated as “are you out of your effing mind?”

And, you know, good point. It’s been three years. The last thing I need to do is make this more difficult.

So I just ran the tile straight, and they actually look great that way. It’s a lesson in 1.) don’t make things harder than they need to be, and 2.) always listen to your mom and grandma.

It’s actually been a solid seven years since I’ve had occasion to tile a floor. (Pretty sure this was the last one. [LINK]). In the intervening years there’s been an explosion of younger, awesome tradesmen who use instagram as a platform to share their work. I’ve been following @tilefreak for a couple of years, which is how I learned about the Perfect Levelmaster T-Lock system…

They aren’t cheap, but The idea made a lot of sense to me and I wanted to check them out. Because I follow the tile guys I know that you have to be very conscientious about backbuttering and having enough mud under the tiles. It didn’t make it easier to lay the tile, but I think the floor is probably the best one I’ve ever done because of it.

Once the tile was in, it was time to address one of the biggest issues in this bathroom… the plumbing.

(That’s the view looking up from the closet in my home gym, which already had the ceiling torn out from the previous leaking.)

The old toilet had been leaking because the flange for the toilet was set below the tile floor (I assume a product of needing to raise the floor so much to level it.). You can see in this picture, the wax ring was barely dented and wasn’t providing a great seal.

I cut out the old flange before leveling the floor, and now that the new tile was in I was set to replace the old soil pipe with a new one.

Here’s a thing I love about my life these days. I have a tool for everything. Need to cut a PVC pipe in a tiny space? I’ve got the saw for that. Need to drill a hole through tile? I’ve got a bit for that. Need to open cans of Oatey PVC primer and cement that I literally cannot untwist the lids from? I legit have a designated can opener FOR JUST THIS REASON.

(P.S. Oatey? If people have a designated can opener just to open your shit, maybe you’ve got a packaging problem? Just sayin.)

But, despite all the tools needed, at the end of the day I had a well-installed toilet flange.

And, even better, a few days later…

A WORKING TOILET.

I realize that shouldn’t be so exciting, but seriously, it’s been three years. And I have a working toilet.

Also, this is actually a toilet that Delta Faucet sent me 4 years ago to review, so… this is why I don’t do product reviews anymore.

I don’t think that after 4 years you can legitimately call this a “sponsored” product (I’m not sure they even make this model of toilet anymore, but they do make other ones.) I will say that one thing I consistently love about Delta faucets–AND this toilet–is the integrated plumbing. Their faucets hook right into the water valve and the same is true of the toilet, which made it a quick and easy install.

So, here’s the awesome thing…

My upstairs bath now has:

A working bathtub

Working sinks

A working toilet

It’s pretty much a working bathroom, you guys!

But, before we get ahead of ourselves, it’s still very much not-finished.

I’ve got an ugly fan/light to replace…

Some drywall to patch where I had the old awkwardly-placed outlets moved…

Plus a few spots above the shower…

Here’s the current to-do list, as it stands:

Tear out closet and patch drywall

Re-face cabinets 

Level, tile, and grout floor 

Tile tub surround 

Patch ceiling 

Move outlets and patch all drywall 

Replace plumbing and install toilet 

Caulk tub and toilet

Paint radiator

Paint ceiling and touch-up walls

Install baseboard

Install new light fixtures and switches

Add cabinet “feet”

Finish tub plumbing for working shower

Get and hang mirrors

Get hutch for storage

Install shelving, towel racks, etc.

And then getting the plumbing finalized so the tub has a faucet (and working shower), and putting baseboard in, plus replacing the light in the shower, and figuring out why the other one in the old closet area won’t turn on…

And then there’s a ceiling to paint, and walls to touch-up, mirrors to buy and hang, and a hutch to find to replace the bulky closet I tore out.

It’s not exactly “close” to being done, but it’s very close to being functional, which is really what counts around here.

Who knows… if my mom brings up enough wine I might even get the kitchen done this year?

I mean. Don’t hold your breath though.

The Long-Neglected Upstairs Bath syndicated from https://chaisesofassite.wordpress.com/

[sureyhny]

The Long-Neglected Upstairs Bath

Three years ago I had a great idea. An idea that was mostly driven by my desire to have one bathroom in this house that contained a tub suitable for soaking.

Anyone remember this tub (with an effing fireplace?!) from my last house?

Yeah. Me too. With pain in my heart every time I think about it.

This house has three full bathrooms, and, for the first 3 years I lived here, zero working bathtubs. I mean, there was one, kinda, but if you put more than 6” of water in it it started to leak… and it also had iron stains that made it look like someone had previously been dismembered in there.

  So, back to my great idea. Three years ago I decided to do a “quick” overhaul of the upstairs bathroom. In my mind that meant taking out the old tub (which meant the old tile had to come out too) then putting in a new tub, re-tiling the floor, and maybe a coat of paint. Voila! Done! Right?

Ha. Hahaha.

Yeah, no.

What actually happened was that I tore up the tile and realized the toilet had been leaking into the subfloor for the last twenty-ish years…

I mean. I could have picked any hobby in the world. I could have been a person who golfs. But no. I had to pick the one that means I’ve spent more hours of my life then I care to think about scraping up subfloor that has been rotted and soaked through with sewer water.

Sigh.

After the trauma with the subfloor and my desire not to spend any more time in that room, it took me a whole year to finally tile the shower surround (and only got it done because Sarah–from the Ugly Duckling House–came to visit and got my ass in gear)…

Then I had a failed attempt at leveling the floor, and finally just said “screw it” because you can, in fact, use a bathtub that only has a raw pipe as the faucet in a bathroom that has a plywood floor…

And then, guys, I just straight-up ignored this room for the last couple of years. I mean, literally every time I woke up in the middle of the night and had to pee, and then had to walk downstairs and to the opposite end of the house… at those times I was keenly aware of my failure to get the upstairs bath finished. But otherwise I mostly just avoided the idea of finishing this room.

I probably would have gone on that way for another year but when my mom was up at the house for Christmas and I was talking about my 2018 projects, she gently steered the conversation in the direction of the upstairs bath. Like, she might of mentioned how much my quality of life would be improved by having a working bathroom upstairs, and then didn’t say anything else about it until she showed up at the farm every weekend for the last 2 months with a bottle of wine and innocently asked what we’d be working on in the bathroom that day.

Moms. Amirite?

She gets all the credit for the progress I’ve made on this room so far.

First, I tore out my previous, unsuccessful attempt at leveling the floor. Then I cleaned and primed the subfloor (and drank some wine.)

I’d been very leery about using a pour-on self-lever for a lot of reasons, mostly involving prep, but I figured I couldn’t have made a worse mess than my first attempt, so used a spray foam insulation to seal any gaps between the old plaster walls and the framing, and rigged up a cardboard “seal” around the toilet plumbing.

Then we went for broke and poured the first coat of self-leveler. Mom was chief in charge of mixing…

While I poured the leveler and worked the float.

One of the many joys of a 170 year old house is that this bathroom floor was ¾” off-level over a 3-foot run of floor. Which is to say, it required a second coat of leveler the next weekend.

Because I let it sit for a week before putting the second coat on I needed to re-prime the surface (aka drink more wine)…

But after a second coat of leveler, we got there. (Or, close enough to there.)

Here’s the new floor, pre-tile:

Once the floor was mostly level I installed Schuler DITRA underlayment, and then started with the tile.

(Also, you can add “tile saw” to the list of tools my mom now knows how to use, since I conscripted her in to being the Chief Tile Cutter for this project.)

I bought this tile three years ago, when I thought this project was going to take a couple of weekends. (I know, I know, keep laughing.) At the time I thought I might try a herringbone pattern with these 8×24 tiles, but the day I was going to start laying tile both my mom and my grandma were up at the farm helping with some other projects, and when I mentioned the herringbone idea they both gave me a look that can best be translated as “are you out of your effing mind?”

And, you know, good point. It’s been three years. The last thing I need to do is make this more difficult.

So I just ran the tile straight, and they actually look great that way. It’s a lesson in 1.) don’t make things harder than they need to be, and 2.) always listen to your mom and grandma.

It’s actually been a solid seven years since I’ve had occasion to tile a floor. (Pretty sure this was the last one. [LINK]). In the intervening years there’s been an explosion of younger, awesome tradesmen who use instagram as a platform to share their work. I’ve been following @tilefreak for a couple of years, which is how I learned about the Perfect Levelmaster T-Lock system…

They aren’t cheap, but The idea made a lot of sense to me and I wanted to check them out. Because I follow the tile guys I know that you have to be very conscientious about backbuttering and having enough mud under the tiles. It didn’t make it easier to lay the tile, but I think the floor is probably the best one I’ve ever done because of it.

Once the tile was in, it was time to address one of the biggest issues in this bathroom… the plumbing.

(That’s the view looking up from the closet in my home gym, which already had the ceiling torn out from the previous leaking.)

The old toilet had been leaking because the flange for the toilet was set below the tile floor (I assume a product of needing to raise the floor so much to level it.). You can see in this picture, the wax ring was barely dented and wasn’t providing a great seal.

I cut out the old flange before leveling the floor, and now that the new tile was in I was set to replace the old soil pipe with a new one.

Here’s a thing I love about my life these days. I have a tool for everything. Need to cut a PVC pipe in a tiny space? I’ve got the saw for that. Need to drill a hole through tile? I’ve got a bit for that. Need to open cans of Oatey PVC primer and cement that I literally cannot untwist the lids from? I legit have a designated can opener FOR JUST THIS REASON.

(P.S. Oatey? If people have a designated can opener just to open your shit, maybe you’ve got a packaging problem? Just sayin.)

But, despite all the tools needed, at the end of the day I had a well-installed toilet flange.

And, even better, a few days later…

A WORKING TOILET.

I realize that shouldn’t be so exciting, but seriously, it’s been three years. And I have a working toilet.

Also, this is actually a toilet that Delta Faucet sent me 4 years ago to review, so… this is why I don’t do product reviews anymore.

I don’t think that after 4 years you can legitimately call this a “sponsored” product (I’m not sure they even make this model of toilet anymore, but they do make other ones.) I will say that one thing I consistently love about Delta faucets–AND this toilet–is the integrated plumbing. Their faucets hook right into the water valve and the same is true of the toilet, which made it a quick and easy install.

So, here’s the awesome thing…

My upstairs bath now has:

A working bathtub

Working sinks

A working toilet

It’s pretty much a working bathroom, you guys!

But, before we get ahead of ourselves, it’s still very much not-finished.

I’ve got an ugly fan/light to replace…

Some drywall to patch where I had the old awkwardly-placed outlets moved…

Plus a few spots above the shower…

Here’s the current to-do list, as it stands:

Tear out closet and patch drywall

Re-face cabinets 

Level, tile, and grout floor 

Tile tub surround 

Patch ceiling 

Move outlets and patch all drywall 

Replace plumbing and install toilet 

Caulk tub and toilet

Paint radiator

Paint ceiling and touch-up walls

Install baseboard

Install new light fixtures and switches

Add cabinet “feet”

Finish tub plumbing for working shower

Get and hang mirrors

Get hutch for storage

Install shelving, towel racks, etc.

And then getting the plumbing finalized so the tub has a faucet (and working shower), and putting baseboard in, plus replacing the light in the shower, and figuring out why the other one in the old closet area won’t turn on…

And then there’s a ceiling to paint, and walls to touch-up, mirrors to buy and hang, and a hutch to find to replace the bulky closet I tore out.

It’s not exactly “close” to being done, but it’s very close to being functional, which is really what counts around here.

Who knows… if my mom brings up enough wine I might even get the kitchen done this year?

I mean. Don’t hold your breath though.

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The Long-Neglected Upstairs Bath

Three years ago I had a great idea. An idea that was mostly driven by my desire to have one bathroom in this house that contained a tub suitable for soaking.

Anyone remember this tub (with an effing fireplace?!) from my last house?

Yeah. Me too. With pain in my heart every time I think about it.

This house has three full bathrooms, and, for the first 3 years I lived here, zero working bathtubs. I mean, there was one, kinda, but if you put more than 6” of water in it it started to leak… and it also had iron stains that made it look like someone had previously been dismembered in there.

  So, back to my great idea. Three years ago I decided to do a “quick” overhaul of the upstairs bathroom. In my mind that meant taking out the old tub (which meant the old tile had to come out too) then putting in a new tub, re-tiling the floor, and maybe a coat of paint. Voila! Done! Right?

Ha. Hahaha.

Yeah, no.

What actually happened was that I tore up the tile and realized the toilet had been leaking into the subfloor for the last twenty-ish years…

I mean. I could have picked any hobby in the world. I could have been a person who golfs. But no. I had to pick the one that means I’ve spent more hours of my life then I care to think about scraping up subfloor that has been rotted and soaked through with sewer water.

Sigh.

After the trauma with the subfloor and my desire not to spend any more time in that room, it took me a whole year to finally tile the shower surround (and only got it done because Sarah–from the Ugly Duckling House–came to visit and got my ass in gear)…

Then I had a failed attempt at leveling the floor, and finally just said “screw it” because you can, in fact, use a bathtub that only has a raw pipe as the faucet in a bathroom that has a plywood floor…

And then, guys, I just straight-up ignored this room for the last couple of years. I mean, literally every time I woke up in the middle of the night and had to pee, and then had to walk downstairs and to the opposite end of the house… at those times I was keenly aware of my failure to get the upstairs bath finished. But otherwise I mostly just avoided the idea of finishing this room.

I probably would have gone on that way for another year but when my mom was up at the house for Christmas and I was talking about my 2018 projects, she gently steered the conversation in the direction of the upstairs bath. Like, she might of mentioned how much my quality of life would be improved by having a working bathroom upstairs, and then didn’t say anything else about it until she showed up at the farm every weekend for the last 2 months with a bottle of wine and innocently asked what we’d be working on in the bathroom that day.

Moms. Amirite?

She gets all the credit for the progress I’ve made on this room so far.

First, I tore out my previous, unsuccessful attempt at leveling the floor. Then I cleaned and primed the subfloor (and drank some wine.)

I’d been very leery about using a pour-on self-lever for a lot of reasons, mostly involving prep, but I figured I couldn’t have made a worse mess than my first attempt, so used a spray foam insulation to seal any gaps between the old plaster walls and the framing, and rigged up a cardboard “seal” around the toilet plumbing.

Then we went for broke and poured the first coat of self-leveler. Mom was chief in charge of mixing…

While I poured the leveler and worked the float.

One of the many joys of a 170 year old house is that this bathroom floor was ¾” off-level over a 3-foot run of floor. Which is to say, it required a second coat of leveler the next weekend.

Because I let it sit for a week before putting the second coat on I needed to re-prime the surface (aka drink more wine)…

But after a second coat of leveler, we got there. (Or, close enough to there.)

Here’s the new floor, pre-tile:

Once the floor was mostly level I installed Schuler DITRA underlayment, and then started with the tile.

(Also, you can add “tile saw” to the list of tools my mom now knows how to use, since I conscripted her in to being the Chief Tile Cutter for this project.)

I bought this tile three years ago, when I thought this project was going to take a couple of weekends. (I know, I know, keep laughing.) At the time I thought I might try a herringbone pattern with these 8×24 tiles, but the day I was going to start laying tile both my mom and my grandma were up at the farm helping with some other projects, and when I mentioned the herringbone idea they both gave me a look that can best be translated as “are you out of your effing mind?”

And, you know, good point. It’s been three years. The last thing I need to do is make this more difficult.

So I just ran the tile straight, and they actually look great that way. It’s a lesson in 1.) don’t make things harder than they need to be, and 2.) always listen to your mom and grandma.

It’s actually been a solid seven years since I’ve had occasion to tile a floor. (Pretty sure this was the last one. [LINK]). In the intervening years there’s been an explosion of younger, awesome tradesmen who use instagram as a platform to share their work. I’ve been following @tilefreak for a couple of years, which is how I learned about the Perfect Levelmaster T-Lock system…

They aren’t cheap, but The idea made a lot of sense to me and I wanted to check them out. Because I follow the tile guys I know that you have to be very conscientious about backbuttering and having enough mud under the tiles. It didn’t make it easier to lay the tile, but I think the floor is probably the best one I’ve ever done because of it.

Once the tile was in, it was time to address one of the biggest issues in this bathroom… the plumbing.

(That’s the view looking up from the closet in my home gym, which already had the ceiling torn out from the previous leaking.)

The old toilet had been leaking because the flange for the toilet was set below the tile floor (I assume a product of needing to raise the floor so much to level it.). You can see in this picture, the wax ring was barely dented and wasn’t providing a great seal.

I cut out the old flange before leveling the floor, and now that the new tile was in I was set to replace the old soil pipe with a new one.

Here’s a thing I love about my life these days. I have a tool for everything. Need to cut a PVC pipe in a tiny space? I’ve got the saw for that. Need to drill a hole through tile? I’ve got a bit for that. Need to open cans of Oatey PVC primer and cement that I literally cannot untwist the lids from? I legit have a designated can opener FOR JUST THIS REASON.

(P.S. Oatey? If people have a designated can opener just to open your shit, maybe you’ve got a packaging problem? Just sayin.)

But, despite all the tools needed, at the end of the day I had a well-installed toilet flange.

And, even better, a few days later…

A WORKING TOILET.

I realize that shouldn’t be so exciting, but seriously, it’s been three years. And I have a working toilet.

Also, this is actually a toilet that Delta Faucet sent me 4 years ago to review, so… this is why I don’t do product reviews anymore.

I don’t think that after 4 years you can legitimately call this a “sponsored” product (I’m not sure they even make this model of toilet anymore, but they do make other ones.) I will say that one thing I consistently love about Delta faucets–AND this toilet–is the integrated plumbing. Their faucets hook right into the water valve and the same is true of the toilet, which made it a quick and easy install.

So, here’s the awesome thing…

My upstairs bath now has:

A working bathtub

Working sinks

A working toilet

It’s pretty much a working bathroom, you guys!

But, before we get ahead of ourselves, it’s still very much not-finished.

I’ve got an ugly fan/light to replace…

Some drywall to patch where I had the old awkwardly-placed outlets moved…

Plus a few spots above the shower…

Here’s the current to-do list, as it stands:

Tear out closet and patch drywall

Re-face cabinets 

Level, tile, and grout floor 

Tile tub surround 

Patch ceiling 

Move outlets and patch all drywall 

Replace plumbing and install toilet 

Caulk tub and toilet

Paint radiator

Paint ceiling and touch-up walls

Install baseboard

Install new light fixtures and switches

Add cabinet “feet”

Finish tub plumbing for working shower

Get and hang mirrors

Get hutch for storage

Install shelving, towel racks, etc.

And then getting the plumbing finalized so the tub has a faucet (and working shower), and putting baseboard in, plus replacing the light in the shower, and figuring out why the other one in the old closet area won’t turn on…

And then there’s a ceiling to paint, and walls to touch-up, mirrors to buy and hang, and a hutch to find to replace the bulky closet I tore out.

It’s not exactly “close” to being done, but it’s very close to being functional, which is really what counts around here.

Who knows… if my mom brings up enough wine I might even get the kitchen done this year?

I mean. Don’t hold your breath though.

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