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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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For The Girl Who Has Everything

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wc: 2.4k Summary: Claire is too mad to even look at Cas let alone talk to him. Dean knew he had to step up because two people with messed up childhoods and anger issues really need to spend more time together talking about their feelings.

When Chuck was defeated, a lot of people came to the bunker to celebrate. Those times were a big blur to Dean, his focus was on finding a way to save Cas, and it wasn’t until he saw Claire run down those steps that the world focused again. She smiled at him, a rare big grin, before her arms wrapped around his neck to bring him down for a hug with an intoxicating giggle.

‘She didn’t know,’ Dean thought as his arms hung loosely at his sides.

He hid his face in her curls, not knowing how to face another kid Cas left behind because of him. He was holding his breath when she pulled away to look at him. Her eyebrows were raised in a question that Dean didn’t hear. Didn’t want to hear.

She repeated it, “Dude, where’s Cas? Is the old man sleeping or something?”

‘Yes.’ Dean swallowed the hard lump in his throat.

He didn’t look at the audience around them when he finally opened his mouth to say, “Claire, Ca—” He couldn’t say his name. He felt like it would tear the fragile wall that was keeping him on his feet if he did. “I’m sorry.”

Dean watched as her face twisted into confusion, understanding, and then settling into anger.

She was trying to fight the tears, but they fell as she yelled, “No! No, you were—Where were you? Why didn’t you protect him?”

“He protected me. He—he saved me.”

She looked at him with round eyes, shaking her head as if not wanting to believe it.

“Then it should’ve been you! You should’ve died! Not him!” Dean flinched at the words that have been echoing in his head since that night. “It’s not fair!”

Claire’s angry fist collided with his chest. He flinched at every hit but didn’t back away as her punches became sporadic but still filled with grief. Maybe even guilt.

“I’m sorry.” Dean knew those words did nothing to comfort, but he couldn’t help but say them. “I’m so sorry, Claire.”

She screamed in frustration until her punches weakened, and he was holding her. Then, finally, she fell against him, her face hidden in his chest as her grip tightened on his shirt.

She didn’t stay after that.

She walked back up the stairs with Jody and Kaia following behind her. Jack tried to talk to her, but she couldn’t even look at him. Dean couldn’t blame her.

It’s hard to look at the kid when he reminded them of the person they lost.

Of course, Dean never told Cas any of this.

Since coming back, Cas had been dealing with the silent treatment from the killer Barbie. She only replied with the thumbs-up emoji, and when Cas was too much, she responded with the middle finger emoji. A little warning advising Cas to back off.

She only visited him once, but that was when Cas was in the hospital. She freaked out, yelled at him for being stupid, and then passed out by his bed only to leave the next morning like nothing ever happened. Still, it made Cas feel a little better knowing she still cared, but she was dealing with it her way. Or, as Cas liked to say, she was dealing with feelings the Dean Winchester way. Of course, he’ll argue it wasn’t true, but he knows he won’t win that one.

Now he was sitting awkwardly in Jody’s living room watching Kaia and Patience play with Jack on the floor while Claire and Cas had a yelling match in the privacy of the backyard. Well, Claire was yelling while Cas was trying very hard to keep his tone even, which only made Claire angrier.

“I’m done talking to you!” Claire slid the glass door open and stormed through the living room.

“Then try listening to me!” Cas followed behind her, watching as she walked straight past the living room and towards the front door. “Claire. Claire, where are you going?”

She whipped around to glare daggers at Cas, eyes wide filled with tears, but she still looked at him with a pained grimace. “Did you even think of me? When you were out there being a damn hero. Did you-Did you think of me?” Her voice breaking on the last word made Dean flinch.

“Claire, of course-”

“No. No, of course, you didn’t. Cause if you did, then you wouldn’t have-” She bit her cheek as tears started to fall. She stood tall, presenting as strong, as her expression hardened. “You left me, Castiel. And now I-I don’t,” She looked around the room. It was quiet as everyone watched the interaction before her eyes landed on a little Jack in Kaia’s arms. She clicked her tongue before turning back to the door. “I’m leaving.”

“Claire.” Cas tried following her, but Dean quickly rushed up to stop him. “Dean. I may not have my strength, but I will-”

“Calm down, Rocky,” Dean had a hand on Cas’s shoulder to stop him. “I just wanted to stop you from making it worse.”

“I don’t think I can. She hates me.”

“She doesn’t.” He assures his boyfriend with a little smile, but Cas simply rolled his eyes at him. “Okay, you stay here. Talk to your son, and I’ll go talk to the other kid.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to say to her?”

“I don’t know, but like you said before. Two fuck up’s just understand each other.”

“I didn’t say-”

“Yeah. Yeah. Just let me handle this. You trust me, right?”

Cas made a face at that, not answering quickly enough before he said, “Just bring her home.”

“Gee. Thanks for the confidence, babe.”

Dean ran after Claire, forcing his way to her passenger side as she started to back up on the driveway.

“Thanks for waiting, kid. Where we going?” Dean buckled up just in time for Claire to slam the breaks. Unfortunately, he hit his head on the front dash because the damn seat was scooted forward, his knees were practically pressed against his chest, which made sense knowing a tiny Kaia would usually occupy the seat. “Ow.”

“You aren’t going anywhere. Get out.”

Dean ignored her scary and oddly familiar glare as he pushed the seat back so his legs could fit. “Oh, come on. My treat.”

She didn’t have time to argue because Cas walked out of the front door—his trust in him really was lacking—and Claire decided that dealing with Dean was much easier than having to talk to Cas again. But, of course, he would take that as a compliment.

Claire drove with loud rocker girl music vibrating the windows and didn’t stop until she finally parked outside some ice cream shop.

“I want a shake.” She sniffled, and Dean did his best to ignore her red blotchy eyes for her sake.

“Sure, kid.”

They drank their shakes and shared some fries while sitting on top of Claire’s ugly little red. Well, she sat, and he leaned, but either way, silence remained.

He didn’t want to pressure her to talk—she would probably lie if he did—but still, he wanted to ease the tension between Cas and her, salvage a relationship he knew was important to both of them, but he didn’t know where to start.

Maybe he could start with his own guilt.

“I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat as he felt the smooth ice cream start to turn to gum down his throat. He looked down at his shake, lifting the straw up and down to hear the gloppy sound while trying to figure out what to say to her.

She hummed, “‘bout what?”

“Not telling you. About Cas. What happened to him.” He sighed and looked back at her. “Sorry. I should have called, but I wasn’t—I was a mess. I couldn’t be there for you. I couldn’t even be there for Jack. I should have-”

“It’s okay.” She waved her hand up to stop him. “I-I get it. I mean, it’s not, but whatever.”

“So, are you gonna tell me why you’re mad?”

She rolled her eyes, once again the gesture was familiar, before slamming the shake on the hood and sliding off the car. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking so small as she kicked a pebble on the floor.

“He replaced me.”

Her voice was quiet. Almost like she didn’t want to admit it out loud.

“I know it’s stupid and-and I’m acting like a child, but…” She quickly sniffled again before running her hand through her hair nervously. Looking up to stare into the darkening sky, acting like everything was okay. “He’s not my Dad, but he’s the closest thing I have, and I just thought—I just thought that maybe he felt the same way.”

She shrugged, her lips pinching together as if trying to hold something back, before retaking control of her expression. A glare directed towards Dean replaced the lost child stare into the stars, but the lost child was still there.

“Kid…” Dean sighed, head scrambling for words.

“I’m not a kid.”

“You’ll always be a kid to me.”

Claire teased with a little smirk. She definitely learned this from Dean or Jody. “Whatever you say, old man.”

“Old—Claire.” She let out a breath of a laugh before rolling her eyes away from Dean. “I’m trying to be serious. Cas… he loves you. He-he loves you like you were his own.” She didn’t look at him, but he could see her face scrunch up, ready to argue. “He worries about you constantly, and Jack knows all about you because he won’t shut up about how awesome you are.”

“He says that? He says I’m awesome?”

“Well, awesome is my word, but you get the gist.” He turns to face her even though she doesn’t meet his gaze. “Cas may not be your Dad, but he loves you like a daughter. Sometimes—yeah, a lot of the time actually—he makes stupid decisions, but it’s cause he is trying his best. And he cares. That dumbass cares way too much about the damn world, but he’s also someone who would give up the whole world if it meant keeping you safe.”

“Stop making excuses for him!”

“Claire, you gotta believe me. He didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She finally turned to look at him. “But he did. He hurt me! He left me!”

“He left me too!” Dean raised his voice; it sounded broken to admit such a thing out loud. And to Claire of all people. He slumped down against the car again and looked at the ground to ignore her big blue eyes throwing sympathy glares his way. “He left me—more times than you know. And—and don’t tell anyone I told you this—but I…I was scared. Each goddamn time I’m scared that this may be it! That this time…this time he won’t come back to me.”

“But he did.” Her voice sounded so far away.

“Yeah. Had to work a little bit harder on my end, but I got him.” He reached over and patted her shoulder. “We got him back.”

Something in the way her eyes went cold and far away made his fight drain out. He didn’t know what else he could do or say, but he opened his arms just in time to have her fall against him. His face mushed into her curls while he hugged her tight into his chest.

“Were you mad at Cas?”

Dean thought about it for a second. “No. I mean, I was at first. That asshole got himself killed over and over again. Leaving me alone.”

“But you had Sam. Jack.”

“Yeah,” Dean pulled back and looked down at her. “Well, you had Jody. Kaia. Alex. Patience and even Donna. Made it any easier for you?”

“No.”

“No.” He chuckled while she hid her face from him, asking him to continue. “But I was mad at him. Real fucking pissed, actually. At him. At…at everyone. Sam and Jack didn’t even wanna be near me.” He tries to shake off those dark memories of screaming and feeling nothing but agonizing loneliness. “I just shut down and gave up on…a lot of things because he was gone. Couldn’t really see a point, you know?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“I get why you’re mad, Claire. Trust me, I do, but he’s back now.”

“And I’m just supposed to forgive him? Did you just forgive him?”

Dean shrugged, looking back down at her sad baby blues. Hoping she would understand and that she won’t tease him about it later on. “I didn’t want to waste any time being mad at him. I love him too much.”

“Gross.” She pushed him away this time, tucking her hair behind her ear before smiling at him. It reminded him of Jack’s little shy smile. “But I-I think you’re right. Maybe I’m done wasting time.”

They drove back with the music luckily a little lower but Dean just watched Claire drive with a growing smile on his face. He’s gonna have to admit that Cas was right, two messed up people can really relate and help each other out.

When they walked into the house, Dean took Jody from marching over to Claire to lecture her. “Just wait,” he whispered to her, and luckily she listened to him. They both held their breath as Claire walked over to Cas—who looked like he had been sitting in that seat freaking out since they left—and asked if they could try talking outside again. He blinked up at her a few times before nodding, following her to the backyard again.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief when the glass door closed behind them.

“Dean.” He looked up towards his kid, who reached for him from Kaia’s arms on the couch. Dean quickly walked over to pick him up, pressing a kiss to his head while trying not to let guilt eat at him. “Is Dad okay?”

“Don’t worry, bud.” Dean watched Jack’s eyes that showed how much he has experienced, how much he understood. “He’ll be fine.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

On the drive back, Cas had a smile plastered across his face. They hadn’t had a chance to talk about what happened, considering Cas walked in, ready to introduce Jack to Claire. Then Cas spent the rest of the night watching his kids getting along, looking the happiest Dean had seen him in a really long time.

“So, what did you and Claire talk about?”

Cas hummed before looking up at Dean as if just remembering that he was there. “Oh. Um, she just made me promise her something.”

“And what’s that?”

“Same thing I promised you. Don’t get dead anymore.”

“Oh. Good. Keep that promise.”

“I’ll do my best.” Cas looked back at Jack before he leaned over and pressed a kiss on Dean’s cheek. “I have a lot to live for now. A family.”

A family. Yeah.

Dean took a peek at Jack with the mirror and then watched as Cas changed his phone background pic to one of Claire spinning Jack around in the living room.

They were a real family.

#shhhh we are gonna pretend it hasn't been months since i updated lol #4 months geez okay well have this #wormstachewrites #dadstiel #destiel #claire #baby!jack #dean #cas #jack #destiel fanfic

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write-like-wright · 3 years

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u asked for requests so im here to comply😳could you maybe do a ”should you date them” with the defense attorneys in the series?? or just generally some other characters?? bc the prosecutor one added like 20 years to my lifespan lmao. hope u have a great day!!

I'm so glad you liked it!!! Here's the sequel, just for you <33

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Should you date them: Ace Attorney defense lawyers edition

Phoenix Wright

yes, you really should

probably one of the best, if not the best, boyfriends in the series

wanna get married? husband material

wanna have kids? father material

has a tendency to casually adopt children actually, could be an issue at some point

worships you

you know how some guys brag about how they'd die for you?

Nick would unironically die for you

may even come close a few times but I'm pretty sure he's canonically invincible (eating poisoned glass and falling off a burning bridge, who?? tis' but a scratch!)

massive gossip

gets home after an investigation and immediately starts like "you won't believe what I found out about Gumshoe today"

somehow surprisingly mature and good at keeping secrets in spite of everything

has a lot of really cool friends!!! and larry

have you seen those shoulders tho?? mans built like a dorito, smashing through massive wooden doors n stuff

biggest monthly expense is hair gel

claims his hair is natural but you know better

don't be the big spoon, he will poke your eyes out

can somewhat read your mind tho? a bit off-putting but ok

marry him before Edgeworth someone else does

Mia Fey

hell yeah, dude

cool, calm, collected

has literal superpowers

successful business owner at 27!!! unironical #girlboss

went from being a lame rookie to a literal legend with her own practice and an apprentice in, like, three years

she's so smart, I fear her

has the fashion sense of a female character drawn by a cis man... oh, wait

god help whoever tries to hurt you

will literally kick their ass to hell

family-oriented

believes in second chances

took phoenix under her wing after everything, mia has the patience of a saint honestly

drops cool oneliners in everyday speech like a marvel character

curve lovers rejoice

doesn't mind being called dorky nicknames

major wife material

Diego Armando/Godot

I already covered him in my prosecutors list,, literally did not occur to me to split Diego and Godot into two lists

but to sum up, if I had to choose between the two, I'd go for Diego

i like my men like i like my coffee - tall, dark and bitter

^^ eats up pickup lines like those

Apollo Justice

Polly is such a sweet babey boy, please be nice to him

short king

low on confidence, makes up for it by being loud

*voice cracking* HE'S FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!

your neighbours will hate him

such a pushover, will do anything you ask of him

sensitive boy, not afraid to cry

pretends not to be dorky - is very dorky

consumes nerdy media almost exclusively (canonically a Whovian! but Capcom can't say that)

bikes everywhere and is apparently good with a hula hoop

Polly got cake is what I'm saying

have you seen his cool street style clothes?? sk8er boi

very grounded, literally

might play around and hold your hand for comfort

won't come to visit you if you live on a high floor, sorry

cat dad!!! cat pics!!! yes!!!

about 7 different tragic backstories

new secret family member drops every week

stares at you when you speak sometimes

is he jealous of Klavier?? does he have a crush on him??? who knows but it's funny watching them interact

bicon

spends way too much time on his hair

someone please date him, he deserves some love

Athena Cykes

holy childhood trauma batman

been through a lot

total empath

if you're sad, she's sad

can kinda read your mind... why is this such a common thing in AA games?? I like my privacy

super energetic

will drag you to the gym, take you on hikes, practice wrestling moves on you...

you will always be sore but also in the best shape of your life

has minus 25 chill

incapable of keeping secrets from you

her weird goth convict uncle threatens you every once in a while

she promises he means it in a friendly way

loves europop

way too accomplished for her age, everyone in this game is so smart, help

i feel like she'd enjoy theme parks idk

date her, she's baby and she needs some TLC

Kristoph Gavin

he's scary

thinks he's better than you

thinks he's better than everyone

has the audacity to wear white shoes with a blue suit??? are you going to prom????? sir????

obsessed with phoenix wright to an alarming degree

perfectly manicured nails!

the kind of guy who warns you never to go into his basement

nice on the outside but it's all fake

deeply rooted issues even he's unaware of

if you like drillbit hair consider Klavier instead

Ryunosuke Naruhodo

world's biggest baby

secretly a bitch

loves to clown on people

fake it till you make it

has no clue what he's doing most of the time

very determined in spite of that

everyone loves him

so many cool friends

cries at the thought of your bare ankles

physically incapable of walking by a shop and not buying something he doesn't need

"look, i got you a gift!!" "awh, how sweet! ...what is it?" "i don't know, i'll ask Mr Sholmes when he gets home!"

good with his tongue

may be somewhat trapped in the closet

has literally zero chill

remember when he just casually chased armed robbers??

must be a family trait

Iris interrogates you about your intentions with her brother

she has a gun

you have no privacy at his place

Sholmes crashes your dates

his bromance with Kazuma sometimes drops the "b"

becomes ultra cool eventually

hop into that time machine and date Ryu's ass, but be prepared to deal with period-appropriate homoeroticism and misogyny lol

Extra little shout out to Kazuma Asogi for that one time where he was a defense lawyer for, like, an hour and a half and somehow managed to cram 50 of the horniest one-liners in the game in that very limited time. Date him.

#ace attorney #the great ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #dai gyakuten saiban #phoenix wright #mia fey #diego armando #apollo justice #athena cykes #kristoph gavin #ryunosuke naruhodo #is that everyone?#hope you like this kajfkjkanjkang #aa ramblings #headcanons #request

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tedturneriscrazy · 3 years

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🎶Knock, Knock, Knockin' On Hooty's Door🎵

I wonder if anything will happen in this episode.🙂

(I say as if I didn't watch the episode twice before going to bed and writing this post)

I don't think I'll ever not be amused by the way Hooty just...does things with his face

Seems like he found a thesaurus at some point

Okay so it's canonically spelled "Hootsifer," good to know

Also, this is really all we get of Lilith, huh?

His little hoot/coo at Lilith's letter❤❤❤

To borrow a meme format: If I had a nickel for every time Alex Hirsch was involved in a show where one of the characters was experiencing pubescent voice cracks, I'd have two nickels, which isn't very much but it's weird that it happened twice

Eda's face🤣

As much as this bit is played for laughs, Eda's clearly still shaken by what happened last episode

Jeez, Luz, priorities /j

Pictured: Hooty

The way King talks about being pelleted implies this is something Hooty does on the regular

Hooty's plan to help King is literally a Buzzfeed quiz? Okay then

Betcha never expected lore from Hooty, eh?

"DO NOT INTERRUPT"

Officially a "type of worm"

The dance being a grievous insult wasn't exactly from nowhere, but still funny nonetheless

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THE FUCKING COCCOON

Tiny Nose playing Switch definitely seems to be drawing from Dana's real life experiences

Wait, Hooty and Tiny Nose are friends?

Well shit, turns out she could use magic this whole time. Guess her going Super Saiyan wasn't just the power glyph.

I am extremely skeptical of your medical credentials, TN

I have so many questions about the methodology they used for the blood test(s)

I think Hooty may have misinterpreted what King was looking for

I'm still amazed at how King has had, and continues to have, moments in the show with some of the greatest emotional weight

Ooh, sound powers!

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CRUMBLE!!!"

It just occurred to me that that segment consisted mostly of Alex Hirsch talking to himself

Hello not-at-all obvious setup

Today I learned that Hooty is the baker of the house. Maybe he'd critique Amity's fairy pie.

Aaaaand there's the sleep inducing

Oh shit

In hindsight the Owl Beast being part of a dream sequence is rather obvious

Wow, Eda, tell us how you really feel about the Owl Beast

Oh we're just gonna ride aboard the Trauma Express today, huh?

Oh, I guess Lilith did make an appearance, after all

Damn, Gwen, not even looking

Oh shit dad issues

Sandy Cohen?! (To anyone who gets that reference, hi. How are your 30s treating you?)

Well, I know who Peter Gallagher voices now, anyway

Oh dear...

(Also, bright flashing lights triggering the curse? There's an epilepsy allegory in here somwhere)

Blood and eye injury? Gotta stretch that Y7 rating

Now we have some context for that look on Eda's face when Lilith mentioned their dad: good old fashioned guilt!

I desparately want to make a "Dude, you're getting a Dell!" joke, but I'm better than that

New memory! Raine!

Oh no...

I get the feeling I'll hate this part, too

They were exes!😢 Guess the fandom called that one

The reasoning for them being exes is understandable, all too real, and goddamn heartbreaking

That said, the fact they never stopped loving each other🥺😢😭

I do hope we can see Raine again under less...traumatic circumstances. Maybe that wedding that was mentioned?

Oh shit, are we getting into the Owl Beast's memories?!?! What a tweest!

Bet nobody expected Cloaked Moonface to show up in the frickin Hooty episode

(Also, holy shit I briefly forgot this was the Hooty episode)

Who is this mysterious cloaked figure? And why are they so tall and long?

So the curse was a sealed beast this whole time. Damn.

And it was just picked up as beach junk to sell as a trinket. So much for it being connected to Belos. (Not that people will stop trying to do so)

Who had "experiencing sympathy for the Owl Beast" on their Bingo cards for this episode? Yeah, me neither.

And here we have the necessary Eda coming to terms with her curse segment. More accurately, Eda and the curse coming to terms with each other.

Goddamnit why does it have to be cute

"It's like sandpaper" IT'S LIKE A CAT I FUCKING CAN'T

Insert Steamed Hams reference here to kill the mood

New transformation!

Oh no she's hot!

No, Hooty, you made it surprisingly much, much better!

She might have a problem pushing people away and holding onto guilt, but Eda always knows that she looks damn good

Oh right, Luz having girl problems. Fuck, so much is happening in this episode!

"Cotton-candy-haired Goddess" LUZ! 🤣

Attuned to other people's emotions = being a fucking creeper

Oh Luz, what happened to you back home?

Also, 99.999% certain Amity would love your cheesiness

That's...rather morbid, Hooty

So much lore development, including the fact the Owl House has a basement

Classic inanimate object silhouette fakeout gag. Subversion in 3...2...1...

There it is!

I can't imagine being pelleted is a fun experience.

Honestly I have so many questions about how Hooty got Amity there in the first place, but I'm not so sure I actually want to know the answers to any of them...

Cue much panicking

Wow, I'm really getting some Into the Bunker flashbacks

Oh this is gonna be amazing isn't it

I commend Luz for not actually dropping dead of embarrassment

Seriously, how can Hooty set all this up so fast yet not hold a pen?!?!?!

Poor Luz, she thinks this is destroying her chances

Meanwhile Amity is just "Oh, Titan, is this actually happening?!"

The way she's fixing her hair!❤

Goddamnit Luz let this play out, she's so clearly into this!

"Again?!" Okay who do I have to kill?

Luz is luzing it

Nooooooo....

JUST TALK FOR FUCK'S SAKE (aka how like 95% of issues in literally any plot could be solved)

Noooo Amity's so heartbroken right now💔

This isn't what either of them wanted!

To be fair, Hooty, Luz had a part in this too. Not that she can be blamed entirely. Poor thing clearly had some awful experiences back home...

Now Hooty is McFucking losing it

Why did I think he was gonna say "Looks like I'm gonna have to JUMP!" I think I've watched too much Homestar Runner (jk there's no such thing)

Those pulsating organs are still gross

Eda swooping in to save her son (No, really, he actually is now)

I'll say things get weird when Hooty gets upset!

Yes, King! Save them with your voice powers!

Damn that is some romantic lighting, and Luz is enjoying the eye candy (cotton candy, if you will)

Luz's reaction to Harpy!Eda is the family-friendly summation of how the fandom has reacted.

Hooty really just tearing up the landscape in remorse

Mother-daughter moment about love life!

I appreciate not just Eda's encouragement but her actually asking Luz what she wanted

God, Eda is best mom

Also, OH FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING?!

OH SHIT

THESE ADORABLY AWKWARD NERDS❤💜💙

"I'm not as cool as you think" could be interpreted as self-deprecating, but here it seems...oddly reassuring?

The way Luz eloquently says how she wants Amity in her future...beautiful❤

Luz making some good faces

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YOU CUTE DORKS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

THERE IT IS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS

WE WERE LOSING OUR SHIT OVER A PECK ON THE CHEEK THREE WEEKS AGO AND NOW LOOK WHERE WE ARE HOLY FUCK

Awkwardness is still there, but that's to be expected

BET Y'ALL DIDN'T EXPECT THAT TRAILER SHOT TO BE IN THE HOOTY EPISODE HUH

THE WAY LUZ RUBS AMITY'S HAND😭😭😭😭😭

(And yeah, it's gonna still be scary, but only because it promises to be so wonderful)

Let's give it up for Hootsifer, goddamn!

Let'a also appreciate just how fucking funny it is that Lumity becomes official in the Hooty episode

Fus ro WEH!

Hooty actually saying "Luz's new GF" out loud...

In just about any other show the love interests getting together would be a climax/culmination of the entire plot. Here? It's actually used to advance the plot, and that is brilliant!

Dana Terrace and the crew really just knocking it out of the park again and again, huh

"They're adorable, and deserve all the happiness!" Well said, Hootsifer. Well said.

Probably for the best they had Hooty promise that. As much as what happened/progressed, there was a lot of property damage.

OH SHIT ONCE AGAIN

King's dad/relative! And he's voiced by Kevin Michael Richardson!

GODDAMNIT HOOTY

Wow. Just...wow. This episode.

King has voice powers! Harpy!Eda! Lumity are girlfriends for real!!!!

How do you pack so much into a single episode?! And so expertly?!

I had my suspicions before, but this confirms it: The Owl House is the greatest show of all time.

And we have two episodes left until the hiatus! And 11 episodes in the season after that! What are we in for?!?!?!

I, for one, can't wait to find out!

#the owl house #toh hooty #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #gwendolyn clawthorne #dell clawthorne #raine whispers #amity blight #lumity #toh s2 spoilers #the owl house s2 spoilers #the owl house season 2 spoilers #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers

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szynkaaa · 4 years

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I more or less watched The Boy!!! And by watching, I mean I skipped more or less through the jump scare parts because I cannot do horror movies at all. I haven’t watched one since 2015 and The Boy was like the first horror movie after five years

Full disclosure, the ONLY reason I started watching the movie was because someone posted a gif of Greta standing close to Brahms who was all sweaty and breathing heavily n I was like “oh shit who dat he hot” and here I am

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her?

I did some digging for interviews and generally what people have been saying about the movie, took some screenshots from youtube to put my thoughts and musing together too!

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her?

So first of all, let’s start with a low resolution photo I found on IG of James Russell without mask:

which brings me to my first musing/thought/question?

It’s all under the cut, very screenshot and text heavy, you can find more Brahms drawing at the bottom though ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So at the end of the movie, we are shown a Brahms with a broken mask and his face being burned, indicating that he was in fact in the fire.

I assumed first that the fire was created by the parents to fake their sons death and then he had to live hidden inside the walls?

But I’ve also heard apparently it was Brahms who set the fire to fake his own death or maybe an eight years old kid really was trying to burn himself down??

My other theory is that his parents made the fire and tried to kill Brahms and it did burn him but he survived, and the parents didn’t wanna go to jail sooo to hide everything they made their son live in the walls

i mean the responsible thing would be to turn their kid in and have him treated and stuff;;; listened to a murder podcast about two cases where kids murdered enough kids and how they are doing now interesting read Brahms made me think of those two cases

I also do not think that the previous nannies were killed. Like, c’mon. You’d report a person missing and sooner or later it would go back to the Heelshire mansion and if the body counts piles up? Can’t look good and I doubt that the Heelshire wants the police investigating them close up.

Also, when the mom was like “He’s chosen you if you’ll have him” to Greta? Is it just me or the wording or does it sound like a marriage proposal/arrangement xD

Brahms is a brat and he sees the people around him as his possession or to toy around. But I also do think that he has some abandonment issues but not in the sad tragic kind of way lmao. Even if he was the one controlling and manipulating his parents from behind-the-scene (quite literally I suppose?), he was still told as a kid to live in hiding and that no one can know he is alive. I don’t know much about the human brain, but I can imagine how damaging that must be to his mental growth and set him back in some way? We don’t know too much about his relationship with his parents - but I assume that he must have still loved them in his own twisted way. Can’t imagine that he would have been indifferent about his parents suicide.

The scene before Greta manages to back out - first he uses the child voice to beg her to come back and promises he will be good. That’s his manipulating Greta, but when that doesn’t work and she tries harder to open the door, he becomes more desperate to keep her there and then completely loses his temper and threatens to kill Malcolm if she doesn’t return. I’m pretty sure homeboy would have killed him anyway. And then later when she returns and he is all heavy breathing and smelling her hair and then jumps up when she shouts Brahms? Idk I def think there is some sort of abandonment issue going on.

I don’t think he is a child stuck in a man’s body or manchild or whatever. I think that he does know how to take care of himself - but he just chooses to manipulate people with the facade of a kid to do his bidding and cater to his needs.

Anywhomst, but clearly Brahms is also a very manipulative and controlling person based, based on how the mother was reacting on the destroyed bedroom, she really seemed to be at the end of her wits and just breaking down with her “you promised you’d be good”. It was very heartbreaking to watch and also scary because it really makes you realize just how much power Brahms holds over them?? idk maybe it was just me.

Next point: the CGI mask + the burns

So according to some interviews with the director stated that at the first test streaming, people weren’t really scared of Brahms because he was too handsome so they had to slap a mask over his face. The face was done after everything was filmed. I’m thinking the face burns were also added post-production when they were adding the cgi mask. Otherwise, James would have needed to go through the makeup department for some wicked face burns and it would have been visible during the filming and test screening too? Which would imply that at first the fire was supposed to be just a cover story that their son is dead and it was changed later

Observation/thoughts on Brahms Heelshire

Love how he stands there with his hands behind his back and then nods when Greta tells him to go under the cover

James Russell is 191cm tall. So like. Brahms is really fucking tall. But I notice that most of the time he stands with a slight hunch. Could be due to him crawling through the walls and crawling out of places that requires him to do a lot of crouching. His bed in his hideout made me really sad, I’ll get to it later.

Since James didn’t get many lines in the ten minutes that he appeared, I do think that his eyes did all the acting. They stand out even more with the mask on, there is just this crazy look on it. I also noticed during my rewatch that he doesn’t seem to blink much or at all.

Oh yeah, he also peeped on Greta and Malcolm making out on the bed and then cockblocked them. We been knowing that he made a Greta doll and very likely jerked off to it. We also been knowing that he very very very likely wanted to bone Greta at the goodnight kiss scene still waiting for the maskeless kiss scene gimme gimme. I also highly doubt that Brahms has much first-hand experience with kissing n stuff. High key thinking he was trying to do copy Malcolm and do what he observed lmao

When I first watched the scene, I assumed that the hole behind the mirror has always been and it’s just another one of the hidden passages Brahms to slip in and out, but now that I’m looking at the shape of the holes, it seems to me more like the mirror and brick wall were broken at the same time?? If that is the case holy shit boy is s t r o n g. I mean, he also punched through the closet door like no big deal so really what have the parents been feeding him.

I’m also leaning toward the fact that he ran there because Greta screamed loudly. I don’t think he was in the room as them when everything went down there, it seemed more like he heard the scream and had to nyoomed over and then punched a way through to get out of the wall. And then went on to attack Cole. He must have known that Greta wanted Cole gone, since that what she whispered to the doll before going to bed.

Tbh, I fully expected him to murder Cole in his sleep, but Brahms wrote a warning message in blood to tell him to get out soooooo like. Cole you were warned and now you gotta live with the consequences ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Brahm’s sleeping corner

This scene was shown at the end after Greta and Malcolm escaped. We also see them briefly during the part where Greta and Malcolm are trying to find a way out and stumbled into Brahms’ hideout. I’m not sure why the rules are slapped on the walls. It seems to me that Brahms is very very very set on that the rules / routine should be followed. In the movie, he called Greta and suggested to her that she should follow the rules, to which she then started doing it.

I headcanon that that’s the routine that he grew up with as a kid and it’s just very very very very very hard to break out of it - not that he is trying to break the routine.

I’m failing to find a good way to put my thoughts into words, but I guess the rules and routine is sort of his coping mechanism?

I suppose if you had an OC that you ship Brahms with and want to change stuff around the house, the OC would have to very slowly introduce new rules and routines. Baby steps, yknow.

Brahms has a violin hanging there! Honestly I would be surprised if Brahms didn’t know how to play at least one instrument. The family also has an old ass piano/clavichord (?) and Brahms loves classical music soo yeah. Love me a boy who appreciates classical musical hehe

I suppose the egg boxes are there to soundproof the room more - maybe so he can play the violin?

There’s also music sheets hung around his attics, it’s not clear on the screenshots but when you rewatch the scene and shove your face close to the screen. Some are hanging next to the violin and there are some taped on the wall next to his bed and porn too

nice to see he has a fridge and microwave, I was concerned that he wasn’t well fed and that leftovers might not be enough, but then again. Dude is 191 cm so clearly he has been drinking his milk

Didn’t take a screenshot of his vanity, but there is a crocodile magnet stuck to the mirror hehe. I do think that he shaves and stuff, otherwise his beard would be much longer??

We can see more music sheets stuck to a pillar on the right.

Loving the christmas lights that he has hanging there above his bed. It’s cute.

On the shelf he has a bunch of tupperware and empty bowls. Most of hte things are neatly organized. We can also see some books and a pen

There’s some sunlight streaming inside - I do hope that Brahmsy stays warm during winters.

Here we can see more of the food that he has there - there is also a sink but I didn’t snatch a screenshot of it. I think those are potatoes in the pot? Maybe he does know how to cook some basic stuff, I do wonder if he has a functioning kitchen up there. Probably not for fire safety reasons lol

Yall see that thing on the note sheet covered pillar? Ngl, that’s a whole ass aesthetic right there.

He got a few potted plants up there. Took a closer look at them and it seems like they were healthy. So he knows how to take care of plants, which is nice to know I suppose?

Yes, we all know what he was doing with the doll and what the tissue balled up tissue implies. However, has anyone noticed the size of the bed???

If you scroll up a bit to the screenshot of Greta seeing the doll, it looks t i n y. The make shift doll takes up more than half of the space.

Yall. this breaks my heart. Dude is a beanstalk. I’m pretty sure the bed is from when he was a kid shoved by his parents to live inside the wall, does he have to sleep there in his adulthood too???

Even though Brahms strikes me as someone who probably doesn’t sleep much or during normal times, that bed must be so tiny for him. He must be sleeping with his knees bend and shit unable to stretch out :(((

Brahms: is a psychopath that smashed the skull of a girl and very abusive tormented his parents and then Greta Me: omg he needs a bigger bed that poor thing :(((

Brahms’ DIY corner

Ah yes, Brahm’s little DIY/creative corner.

Homeboy got lot of animal traps, cages and taxidermies hanging around, pointing strongly toward that it’s a hobby of it?

Also at the end where we see him fixing up the doll, we can get a better shot at his desk, and I gotta say the threads and stuff are all very nicely organized. Brahms’s table looks more organized than mine does lmao.

So we know he is a crafty boy. Not sure how difficult taxidermy is but I imagine it does take a lot of time to learn? Well he had all the time in the world anyway.

So yeah, that’s a wrap. Congrats if you made it to the bottom of my incoherent thoughts and ramblings, have a bonus drawing of Brahms wearing different masks:

#the ham talks #brahms heelshire #the boy #the boy 2016 #brahms #brahmbling

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vanillatea360 · 3 years

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May I ask abt the Clawthorne parents ocs? :3

Yes of course!!! :) atm, I do not have any decent drawings of them (I had phone issues not too long ago). But I will be glad to talk about them for now!! If anyone has anymore questions about them, feel free to send me an ask!! I don't mind at all!

Okay so for starters, I'm gonna mention that when I made these ocs, I had full intentions on scrapping them when Season 2 premieres. However, over the the past 6 months that I've had them, I've gotten waaaaaay too attached. So honestly, I just like to think that they exist in their own au that spins off of canon.

Anyways, their names are Alexander and Delavina Clawthorne.

Basically, this couple started off as any other typical happy family. They absolutely adored their kids and eachother, and for a while it didn't seem like anything could go wrong. It was up until Eda and Lilith were around the ages of 8 and 10 that things went south. The parents got into a lot of arguments, and a lot of drama ensued. Eventually, one particular incident caused their marriage to crumble.

They didn't exactly end things with divorce, however there was a major rift between the two, despite living under the same roof. The circumstances devastated Delavina, and as a result, she mainly turned away from the outside world/her family in a depressive state. Alexander, on the other hand, understood that the incident was primarily his fault. Because of guilt, he too isolated himself, but he chose to do it by burying himself in his work. This sorta left Eda and Lilith to mainly fend for themselves growing up as teens, and found it challenging to obtain their parents' support.

Anyways, with the backstory out of the way, I can now talk about their personalities/character traits!!!

Starting off with Delavina, she is a very short tempered/bold woman. She is really passionate about her loved ones, but she gives little regard to other people's opinions on her. In a way, you could say that her personality is a near copy of Eda's. She can be quite aggressive and scary at times, but only when she needs to be. She's witty and likes to argue. But all in all, she values the relationships that she has in life, and can be a warm person when you get to know her. She's also in the Abominations Coven, but has a low work ethic.

Next off with Alexander, he is a near polar opposite of his wife. He does rather well booksmart wise, but he can be utterly clueless at times. He particularly likes the sciences, and has a deep love for animals. When it comes to his work in the Beast Keeping Coven, he seems like the greatest genius on the Boiling Isles, but he's the type to microwave a ceramic cup. He's an introvert and finds small talk to be slightly awkward. He does not enjoy confrontation, too much commotion, or just big events in general, and tries to avoid them as much as possible. He tends to be the voice of reason in arguments and is overall a calm dude. Though, his biggest flaw is that he has trouble facing his problems.

I can talk a bit more about their individual backstories if anyone is interested in hearing about it!!! Just send me an ask or whatever you prefer and I'll be happy to tell you more!!

Since I don't have any pictures of them atm, I'm gonna write about their physical appearances here:

Delavina is a 5'6" woman with curly maroon hair. She has pale skin and yellow/amber eyes.

Alexander is a 6'4" (yeah he tall af lmao) man with blonde hair. He also has greenish blue eyes.

But yeah, that's pretty much the basics to them!! If there's anymore questions, I'm happy to answer!!!

#clawthorne parents #toh ocs #toh #asks #toh asks

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jungwnn · 3 years

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Hiiiii😚 i wanna request for a ship with txt, enhypen and bts, thank you soo much for taking the time to do this!☺ I hope you have a good day, stay healthy and take care for yourself🤗

INFP-T | enneagram type 4 | sun: Sagittarius, moon: Cancer | Hate studying anything except English | Competitive when it comes to things I love and am passionate about | Like creative writing and interior designing(basically architecture) | Novels over movies | Even if i watch movies its either action or angst-drama, and always like the evil characters more than the good ones because I'm able to sort of understand why they do what they do, I believe everything has a reason, and every action is a result of something | I also believe in soulmates, love at first sight and all sorts of tropes like these | Obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology and ancient Egypt and just in general medieval eras | Love taking polaroid pictures and traveling | Aesthetic all the way, love being in the nature | I love fairylights and abstract paintings and night walks and stargazing | Love sad things | I'm sensitive to smell and don't like artificial scents | I like going to libraries and museums and cathedrals and old medieval buildings, beaches also and other nature aesthetic places | Always observing little details about everything that other people fail to notice | Easily scared or startled | Have huge trust issues and very sensitive | Have very few friends and am loyal before anything | I'm moved by little things and don't really like much of fancy dates, I like it simple and my favorite would be walk along the beach at night | Am very open-minded and wise but no one's really aware of that | Like disturbing people and then giving puppy eyes | Shy at first but when you get close with me I'm very loud, talkative, playful and annoyingly funny and weird | Just realized it yesterday that i tend to 'huh' a Lot | Clingy with people I am very close to(might even jump and koala hug them tbh) | Everyone's comfort pillar | Very expressive with words and actions | CLUMSY(I hit or bump into something at least once a day) | Love eating (taking advantage of my never getting fat genes lol) but am sort of quite picky | 5'2 - 157cm and I like tall people but I have no problem connecting with people on the shorter side of the height spectrum | Baby voice and baby face | side bangs and dark brown short almost straight hair which reaches just 4cms above the shoulders | Big chocolate brown eyes | Have slightly honey tanned skin | I'm a crybaby too, like if someone I love or care a lot about is getting scolded for whatever reason or they are sad or something then I tend to cry immediately. And while watching or reading sad things too | I do random sounds or actions too and I noticed recently I go 'huh' and 'uh' all the time | sometimes I don't even understand myself like a few days back I was wearing a black sock on my left foot and a white one on my right and then i forgot that i wore mismatched socks so when I noticed it after a while I got fascinated for literally no reason then within seconds i forgot about it again and then when it came to my notice again i got fascinated again and this went on the whole day lmao | My fashion style leans towards boho chic/bohemian and casual | And prefer bare face over makeup and converse over other footwear and dusk(sunset) over dawn(sunrise) but in the album I like dawn ver more🤭 | I love spicy and sour food and have a high tolerance of spice | And my love languages are acts of service>physical touch>quality time>words of affirmation.

YOU SOUND SO INTERESTING AND COOL LETS BE FRIENDS 🙄✋

in txt i ship you with!! Beomgyu !!

pls I can already already see yall fighting over movie chararters😭 I just get the vibe y’all met in a really weird way like he was reaching over to grab a random ass toy and you were too and bam!!! Talking, numbers exchanged. He instantly fell in love with you dude. Like gyu isn’t one to simp but your the exception here. Like dude had a big smile when you responded to his text message. Will he ever tell you that he would bounce up like a puppy whenever he got even a notification hoping it was you?? No. Never. That never happened I swear. There was a time where kai texted and was like “hey soobin said practice in an hour” and gyu straight out texted back “idiot shush I’m waiting” and Kai was just like ??? “...ur weird” basically gyu is literally in love with you from the beginning like it’s insane. That doesn’t stop him from teasing you though. Dude you better stay on high alert this dude is constantly pranking you. They are all harmless but if he ever did hurt you or do something wrong. He will instantly hug you and literally apologize all day and shower you in love. Just finding comfort in each other!! Like he is always there to listen to you talk about anything and just comfort you, He also trust you enough to share his issues! He loves to call you idiot all the time but he says it in the sweetest way or just to tease. He also loves to carry you, it makes him feel super tall ( esp when moas be calling him tiny 😭) also sleepy gyu!! Clingy!!! Let’s say y’all went on a date just a quick ice cream and a walk around the park right, He would look at you and be like “your so pretty~” then you look up and be like “huh? What did you say?” And he would just pull you closer to his side and be like “nothing idiot~” in the same cheeky sweet tone. Then later on that day y’all would just to hang out on the couch cuddled up. He was obviously tired since he was yawning every five seconds. He pulled you against his chest and just started mumbling about how happy he was to have you!! But that’s for your ears only!!

Your overall relationship would consist of:

☼lots and lots screaming like dude is loud but he is expressing his love so it’s okay!

☼movie marathons!!

☼pls don’t use puppy eyes on him he’ll cry at how cute you are

☼let him kiss your forehead and your head he wants to be tall

☼he makes u meals but sometimes they burnt 😣

☼brags abt you all the time like I’m pretty sure taehyun knows your favorite food and your birthday by how much gyu talks

☼he loves listening to you talk abt your interest and fascinations !!

so for Enhypen I ship you with !! Mr.Jake sim!

I just know this boy loves you for your witts bro, like.. how can you be so smart, interesting and pretty at the same time?? Like you completely captured this boys heart!! He loves hearing you talk about Roman and Greek mythology and ancient Egypt!! He thinks it’s honestly so amazing to listen to you speak about your interest🥺 He has this thing, where like whenever you do something cute or he just looks at your face he just walks over and squishes your cheeks. He loves loves loves showing physical affection! He WANTS you to know that you are the light of his life and you make him so so happy!! He talks abt Layla to you all the time and even called you her mom like WOAH. Speaking of mom, Jake gives me the vibe he talks to his parents about you!! Like mans is so serious abt you he just adores you!! Dude is so worried about you when you bump into things, like let’s say you accidentally hit a wall. He will be by your side in a second telling you to be more careful them kissing your forehead. He calls you princess 🧍(HAVE U SEEN THAT ONE FAN CALL BYE) he also treats you like a princess as he should. I have a feeling when he can’t see you in person he calls you and y’all will fall asleep on call. like he would be all sleepy and be like “i miss you :(“ and just talk about your guys day and it would be so sweet!! I’m sure you get the idea !! He’s in L word with you hardcore!!

Your overall relationship would consist of!!

☼he always buys snacks for you because he wants his baby to eat well

☼he is a romantic he loves taking walks on the beach with u!! (And Layla)

☼always compliments your eyes !!

☼always gets you flowers or lil things that remind him of you !

☼he has you as his wallpaper!

☼if y’all go see scary movies together he will most definitely try to act tough and protect you but he fails and hides his face in your neck

☼CHEEK KISSES!!!

for bts I ship you with !! Kim taehyung himself !!

okay okay!! I feel like taehyung loves your mind, he loves hearing your side of things and just loves everything about the way you think! He truly thinks your a piece of art !! like homeboy just loves spending time with you and just talking. He is a hopeless romantic like he loves taking you out to dates that mean a lot to both of you! He takes you to art museums and beaches and takes so many pictures of you!! he has a whole folder dedicated to you!! He also loves hanging out with you and your guys friends!! He just wants everyone to know he’s with you forever and ever!! He is the kinda dude to rest his elbow on your head like deadass just to tease you. He takes you to his hometown often because like I said he wants a future with you!! Expect a lot of snacks from his mom because she adores how happy you make him and he is just!! ugh you lucky lucky girl!! He likes to travel with you, like he can be so unpredictable!! dude will sit there and go “for dinner can we get pizza? Also I got us a trip to Paris for my week off” LIKE OKAY WE GET IT YOUR RICH!! But good for you I guess🙄 also matching outfits. He’s buying you a matching beret and your gna wear for that boxy smile idc. He looked at your matching socks and instantly wanted to try and now he claims it’s the coolest shit ever like Yoongi is always like “why tf?? You bought these in pairs?” Like mind your business Yoongi. His baby does it so he wants to do it too !!🙄✋

overall relationship!!

☼kisses on the lips all the time

☼plane ride cuddles

☼ur boyfriend is your professional photographer

☼pls tell him he’s a good boyfriend he just wants to make you happy

☼always talks to you abt the future <3

☼no joke he has y’all’s kids names planned

☼fun fact.. he bought you a promise ring 😣

a/n aaa!! I hope you like it!! I’m so sorry for the wait!!

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #jake enhypen #jake imagines #jake sim #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu x reader #tommrow x together imagine #choi beomgyu #bts imagines #bts #bts taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung x reader

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91percentpynch · 3 years

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jean moreau + dogs

i‘m combining my two favourite things like ever: jean „the loml“ moreau and d o g s,,, it‘s a mess and kinda long but this made me so emotional and happy

jean gets his first dog when he‘s at the trojans. as he can never be alone and has a lot of issues for obvious reasons his therapist said he should get a dog for emotional support

it‘s a dachshund, her name is chérie which means darling in french

jeremy is quite jealous cause he wants jean to call him that (but that‘s a different post)

okay so jean takes chéreie everywhere - classes, training, nights out with the team

chérie brings back exy balls, jean‘s new favouirte hobby is playing exy with her

jean talks to her when he‘s upset/ sad/ lonely

he will just sit on the floor, softly stroking her, tears running down his cheeks and tell her what bothers him

„chérie, you‘re my only friend. i love you. i just wish someone would hug me and hold my hand. but i don‘t need these assholes, i got you right?“, he mumbles in french, his voice soft, sometimes through a sob. chérie will lick his tears off his hands. jeremy watches from the kitchen and his heart b r e a k s

so with chérie he is doing way better, he makes friends, he opens up, she helps him with his trauma and anxiety and his countless issues

the second dog is his graduation gift from kevin. it‘s an irish red setter. he calls him flamme (which is fire in french)

chérie and flamme are the most important things in his life - besides perhaps his boyfriend jeremy knox

he takes his pups everywhere and every morning he takes them on his morning run with jeremy, each of them holding a dog, soft laughter in the early morning hours and it‘s the happiest moment in jean‘s day

flamme always sleeps on jean‘s torso, he just jumps on the bed and sleeps on his human. chérie sleeps on his feet, as she did since he got her. jeremy just wants to cuddle his boyfriend but the dogs said no and he can‘t hide but smile everytime he sees it. his lockscreen is jean sleeping with the two dogs on him, a soft smile on his lips, hair messy, scarred hands on the dogs

the third dog comes quite shortly after flamme. it‘s a tiny black and white shi tzu. she might look innocent but she‘s like a little tornado, licking everyone‘s feet and hiding under furniture because she is just a tiny little bit scared of this gigantic human and the other dude who comes and goes at what seems random times

jeremy goes pro, jean doesn‘t but that‘s again another post

so jean just sits on the floor for h ou r s calling the tiny dog and he remembers the days in evermore and he u n d e r s t a n d s the tiny little girl

so he calls her lune cause that‘s what jeremy calls him and it makes him think of how strong he is and he get e m o t i o n a l

anygays so he sits at the floor for h o u r s for like three weeks and lune got more and more couragous and eventually she comes out of whatever furniture she would hide under and carefully come to him and he pets her and she lays on her back so he can scratch her tiny little stomach and he does and flamme and chérie come and he‘s surrounded by dogs who lick his face and arms and legs and he gives them so much love and just pets them and they‘re all so in love and he just talks to them

so when jeremy came back that day lune was about to run away but jeremy talked to her in french, very softly and she slowly came back to him and sat next to him and jean told jeremy to carefully come to him and sit down and let her smell his hand and then stroke her and he did and lune stopped being scared

„she reminds me of you mi amor“, jeremy says softly to jean. „that‘s what i thought. that‘s why i called her lune. you used to call me that and it made me feel as if i made it“

jerejean weren‘t lunes‘ first humans, she was with another man before and he used to hit her. that‘s why she hides when your hand comes from a certain angle (my dog does that, lune is basically my dog)

she never loses that habit, even though she knows nothing will happen to her with jerejean and the other dogs

so chérie adopts lune and she‘s really protective of her and so is flamme. on their morning runs jean would hold lune and chérie and jermey would run with flamme, which is funny cuz just imagine 6“5 jean moreau with these tiny little dogs and his boyfriend (5“3 in my head) with this big ass dog and i‘m getting too emotionally attached to that now

so to jean and jeremy‘s one/ two year annivarsary jeremy comes back home form training with this gigantic puppy. and jean looks at him with heart eyes.

„you got another dog?“ jean would say with so much love in his voice.

„look i know they make you happy and i love your smile more than anything and i thought ‚why don‘t we ge the most beautiful man in the entire universe a dog for our anniverssary‘ and just got him. well actually getting him took m o n t h s did you know you have interviews for puppies? apparently this dude here is a very special little snowflake. anyways it‘s an irish wolfhound and those dogs are gigantic, i think they‘re getting 3 feet high? okay i‘m talking too much i‘m sorry i hope you like him because i kind can‘t bring him back“, jeremy started to scratch the back of his head somewhere in the middle of his rant

„i love him, almost as much as i love you“ jean got on his feet and he runs to his boyfriend and he bends down and kisses him and then he takes the dog from him and lune follows him every step he takes and behind her are flamme and chérie and it just makes jeremy feel so much love and happiness

„i only got you this“, jean said, handing jeremy a little portrait of him with a poem on the back. „i made it for you“, jean said, blushing. „jean i love this, i love you and i feel so honored that you d r e w me. oh lord i love you so much“, jeremy starts to cry

anygays jean sits on the floor and introduces the new puppy to the other dogs. he calls him géant (which means giant in french).

so the sleeping arrangments change: flamme still sleeps on jean‘s torso, he‘s just taller and it may or may not become a bit uncomfortable to sleep on his human but he won‘t stop. like ever. and chérie still sleeps on his feet. lune sleeps on his side, always touching him somewhere, his hand on her sides, they are like spooning. and géant sleeps on either above or under lune, as well always touching jean somewhere. jeremy almost doesn‘t fit in the bed anymore.

so the next day they‘re getting a bigger bed. for the dog‘s sack. yes.

so jean spends his days drawing and playing the piano. talking to his dogs. going for walks with his songs. meeting friends, with his dogs. he won‘t leave the house without at least one dog. actually he won‘t leave without all of his dogs.

one day jeremy walked in on him sitting on the floor, the dogs and him sitting in a perfect circle, a tiny tea cup in front of each dogs. they were having tea. on the floor. jeremy took a picture of it and sent it to kevin and andrew. this was his family and he felt so many emotions and he started to cry because it was just so c u t e. there was his tall ass boyfriend, who looked quite scary, on the floor, talking softly in french with his four dogs. and he was just about to leave them be when he said a bit louder „you can join us darling. i left a cup for you on here“ and jeremy just went to his boyfriend and their four dogs and they had tea on the floor in front of the tall windows watching the moon replace the sun

it became kind of an tradition

just like the dogs sleeping in their beds

i like to think that each dogs represents a part of them: chérie is jeremy in college, lune is jean in colllege, flamme is jeremy now and géante is jean now

okay so jean gave up exy in my head BUT he still plays exy with the dogs

jean makes jeremy and him matching jumpers with the dogs in winter

the apartment is full and i mean FULL with pictures of the dogs and jean with the dogs and jeremy with the dogs and jerejean of the dogs, like every wall is full with pictures, every shelf that doesn‘t have drawings of jean is full with pictures of them with the dogs, the piano jean plays on each day when jeremy comes back from training is full of dog pictures, they are literally everywhere. there is even one on the toilet

sometimes when their friends over it gets just Too Much and he has to leave the room and the dogs follow him and he just has to sit on the floor and talk to them and stroke them and everything gets better

jean loves his dogs so much, they are like his best friends, they understand him, they make sure he is never alone, even when jeremy has to leave for away games or interviews and comes home late

jeremy might have put his pieces together but the dogs are like the glue that keeps them together

it also became tradition that jeremy always takes the tall dogs on their morning runs and jean runs with the small ones. when lune and chérie are tired he will carry them

sometimes you will find jean moreau with jeremy knox on his back, lune and chérie in each hand and flamme and géante on each side

people sometimes look funny at him, but he doesn‘t care

the dogs saved his life, made it something happy and bright, like jeremy knox. never did he dare to think jean could be that happy. but now he is in this bright apartement, sitting on the floor, painting a portrait of jeremy, dogs all around him sleeping and he just can‘t help but smile

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #jean moreau #jeremy knox #ship: jerejean #jerejean #jean with dogs make me so fucking soft

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Once Upon a Point - Chapter 8

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“Annabeth, you’re with Percy,’ Chiron said. Annabeth. She looked like the figurine in a little girl’s music box had come to life to dance in City Ballet. Percy felt like every opportunity to dance with her was a privilege. Just don’t forget the choreography, Percy thought as he got into the right starting spot for the wedding pas de deux. Don’t forget the choreography, and don’t drop her.”

Percy is soloist with the ballet company, and he is offered one chance to dance with Annabeth, one of their star principals. If he nails the choreography, he might just earn a chance to dance with her. And, if he’s really lucky, he might get a date out of it as well.

Chapter Title: Agon

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“‘Agon’ means ‘contest’ in Ancient Greek,” Chiron told them. “What are you competing for?”

That was a rhetorical question. Unlike The Sleeping Beauty, Agon was a short neo-classical ballet with no clear story. The characters, if it could be said to have any, were entirely up to dancers’ discretion.

Soon after The Sleeping Beauty closed, cast lists for the rest of the season went up. Percy and Annabeth had been slotted to dance together again, this time in the pas de deux in Agon.

Percy had danced in it before in the pas de trois, but never in the pas de deux, only understudying it a handful of times in the last six years, usually under Beckendorf, who, no doubt would be dancing it with Annabeth if he weren’t still injured.

Percy tried not to dwell on his growing anxiety that his new-found success was only the result of a dear friend’s misfortune. Instead, he tried to revel in the fact that he had the opportunity to dance in Agon at all. The music and movements were wholly unique and captivating; it was a 180 from The Sleeping Beauty or Diamonds, and a welcome challenge and change of pace for both of he and Annabeth.

Agon pushed their balance and flexibility to their limits, especially for Annabeth, as the two of them performed moves together that were more like a circus act than a ballet. And that was its appeal. The Sleeping Beauty had certainly tested their technical strength, especially Annabeth’s, but Agon tested the limits of the human body itself; the contest, it seemed, was between Percy’s muscles and the choreography itself. He and Annabeth, though, didn’t need any help from Balanchine’s work of choreographed madness or Stravinsky’s unsettling string to appear in tense, silent competition with each other. That they carried off all on their own.

~*~*~

Despite the long days of rehearsals, offering them a lot of time and proximity to each other, the two hadn’t talked much since she kissed him after The Sleeping Beauty.

When she kissed him, Percy’s whole world stopped for a moment, and all he could think about was kissing her more. He wanted to place his hands on her face, pull her closer, deepen the kiss, and finally get a date with her. But the kiss was too short for any of that; it was a little more than a peck, but a little less than a kiss. Annabeth pulled away almost as soon as she had leaned in. She had smiled at him before walking off to her dressing room, leaving Percy stunned on the stage trying to remember his own name.

Since then, though, it felt like she had been avoiding him. Or maybe he was avoiding her.

They moved through the choreography, learning each spin, note, and circus act step that Stravinsky and Balanchine had dared to imagine. It was just them – the raw movements, the dancers, the choreography, and the music. The music dictated the movements, and the movements told the story of the choreography. The dancers and the dance were both in perfect balance with each other. They had to be; Balanchine, from beyond the grave, was forcing them into such precarious positions that one unbalanced step risked total collapse.

They moved quickly, the legs and hips moving ahead of the torso in most movements. Percy helped Annabeth balance on one leg as she wrapped her other leg around his shoulder and neck. He dropped her down into a split, and then lifted her up quickly. He pressed her into the air as she spread her legs in a straddle. It was modern, radical, and seductive. They pushed and pulled away from each other. He followed her around the stage, lifting her up or being pulled by her. He thought about Chiron’s first question to them: what are you competing for?

Percy stood in front of Annabeth, both of them sweaty and trying not to breath too hard as they moved into the most technically challenging move of the dance. Small wisps of her curly blonde hair were pressed onto her forehead with sweat, her cheeks were pink, and her leotard was dotted with sweat patches. Percy knew he looked about the same, thanks to the full-length mirrors inherent to a ballet studio.

Percy held her hand, as she went into a penche, a standing split, while still on pointe. While Percy held her hand to keep her balanced, he quickly dropped to the floor and onto his back, all the while helping Annabeth stay balanced. If he wasn’t aware of her balance, or if he was too close or too far from her, she would drop. It made Annabeth’s balances in The Sleeping Beauty look like child’s play.

Percy dropped on his back, but he was too far forward. He let go of her hand to keep from pulling her forward onto her face, and she dropped out of her balance. Mr. D had the pianist cut the music, and they ran the move again. Annabeth stayed balanced the second time, but barely. They were still off and keeping her up while he went down depended entity on their strength, not their balance. Percy felt her push her hand into his, as she tried to keep herself balance. His arm muscles strained, as he watched her muscles strain in return, the heal of her palm digging into his, her calf and ab muscles flexing as they tried to hold her up despite the circumstances. If they were on stage, they would have counted it a success, considering that Annabeth had stayed on pointe. In the rehearsal room, though, their struggle didn’t go unnoticed, and they ran it again, and again, and again, until Percy could find Annabeth’s balance in his sleep.

~*~*~

“Keep your eyes on each other,” Mr. D told them, “keep the tension throughout.” He walked over to them and re-demonstrated how exactly he wanted them to move. “This dance is a series of challenges. If I go here,” he did one of Annabeth’s steps, “will you follow?” He did one of Percy’s steps.

The repeated the steps themselves. Annabeth looked back to him – the challenge. Will you follow? Percy stepped forward, close behind her.

~*~*~

“Do you think we’re lovers?” Annabeth asked during lunch.

Percy looked up from his salad. “What?”

“In Agon, do you think we’re lovers?”

Percy thought for a moment. The two had to be in some kind of relationship; maybe the relationship was changing. Maybe it was new and growing and scary, or maybe it was old and challenging in other ways.

“There’s certainly an intimacy there,” Percy answered her. “I think, they’re either lovers or maybe they were almost-lovers.”

Annabeth nodded. “And the ending?”

“What about it?”

“Do you think there’s a winner?” Her gray eyes were wide with curiosity for his answer.

“I don’t think there’s a winner,” he told her, “I think they either resolved the issue, or they gave up.”

Annabeth pushed some food around on her plate. “That makes sense. Which do you think it was?”

“I don’t know,” Percy admitted, “but I hope they didn’t give up.”

“Me too.”

~*~*~

“You haven’t talked to her yet?” Grover asked him.

“No,” he admitted, resting his face in his palms.

Grover leaned back, relaxing into Percy’s couch. “Well no wonder things are weird between you two.”

Percy knew that Grover was right. Nearly every day for two weeks they had danced together, eaten lunch together, and walked to the subway together. And not once had Percy had the balls to just ask, “hey what the fuck was that about?”

“She’s probably not going to talk about it first,” Grover said.

“Why wouldn’t she?”

“Ball’s in your court, dude. She made a move, and you haven’t said anything. She’s probably afraid of being rejected anymore, so she’s just going to pretend nothing happened.”

Percy started straight ahead at the TV, trying to lose himself in the low-volume Office rerun that was playing. “Yeah, but she didn’t give me a chance to do anything. What if she kissed me, realized she didn’t like me, and now is hoping I forget the whole thing ever happened so that she doesn’t have to turn me down.”

Grover exhaled. “You know how you could solve all of this?”

“How?”

“Talk to her.”

~*~*~

Grover was right. Percy knew that. But he still wanted a second opinion. He walked down to the costume shop for his fitting hoping to find Silena. She knew Annabeth well enough. She might have a stronger insight on what the kiss might have meant.

He glanced around the costume shop but didn’t spot her.

“Hey,” he asked Mitchell, “is Silena around?”

“No, she just went home sick,” he told her.

“She puked in my trash can!” Drew yelled from the other side of the room, obviously annoyed and disgusted.

“It was quite the sight,” Mitchell said, almost laughting. Percy scrunched up his face at the image, before heading to Lacy’s workstation for his fitting.

~*~*~

About forty-five seconds into the pas de deux, they shared a choreographed moment of stillness. They face each other, silently staring each other down, waiting, daring the other to move. Percy looked at her. Why won’t you talk to me? What do you want from me? Why did you kiss me? Annabeth looked back at him, tall and proud, refusing to give an answer.

At the end of the dance, the music ends abruptly, and Annabeth drapes her body over Percy’s in a gentle embrace. He thought about her question again: Do you think there is a winner? Percy thought about the question as he caught his breath, but he still couldn’t figure out an answer.

~*~*~

They had far more productions of Agon than they had of The Sleeping Beauty. They performed about four times a week, every week, for a month. Sixteen shows. Eight hours of rehearsal in the morning and then the show at night. Twelve-hour days full of nothing but some unspoken contest.

Their interpersonal tension didn’t seem to affect Annabeth at all, so much so that Percy began to wonder if it was entirely one-sided. Maybe the kiss was a simple thank you between friends, the result of emotions running high at the close of successful show. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all.

That possibility didn’t make Percy feel any better.

Still, Percy couldn’t let any of that get the better of him. He had seen Beckendorf in the PT room a few days a week. He was pretty sure he’d be back with the company come May. If Percy wanted to continue to be featured, to be promoted, he couldn’t let whatever was going on with Annabeth stand in the way of that.

The two stood in the wings during the third performance that first week, a random Thursday show for an audience full of old rich people. They watched the pas de trois complete their dance, waiting to walk on stage together and begin. They didn’t say anything to each other, they didn’t hug, they just stood in silence, looking forward.

“Did you ever figure out the ending?” Percy asked her, breaking the silence, as the crowd began to applaud.

Annabeth took a deep breath. “I think I did,” she said without explanation.

The dance progressed as it should until the balancing act. Percy, for just a moment, lost focus on where her balance was. As he dropped, she fell out of pointe. Her penche was still intact, and she simply rolled out of pointe. An audience member unfamiliar with the ballet might have thought it was part of the choreography. But Percy knew that it wasn’t. His stomach dropped, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. The rest of the dance was left.

When the curtain closed and they took their bows, Chiron had the two of them stay on stage and run the balance again. This time, Percy stayed focused. You know her, he thought, you know her body and her balance. Don’t let her fall. And he knew his own body, his own balance, better than anyone. Chiron counted out the beats of the music, and Percy dropped right when and where he was supposed to, keeping Annabeth supported and stable throughout.

“Good,” Chiron said, before having them quickly leave the stage so the next ballet could begin.

~*~*~

“I’m sorry,” Percy said to her as he walked her to the subway.

“For the balance?” She asked. Percy nodded.

“Don’t beat yourself up about it,” she said, nudging him with her shoulder. “Seriously, it’s okay, it happens. I’ve fallen off pointe with Beckendorf too. It’s a rough move.” Percy furrowed his brow, thrown off by her casual demeanor. He’d watched her beat herself up over falling out of The Sleeping Beauty balances, and that was just in rehearsal. Percy decided not to test his luck. He was relieved that she didn’t seem like she was about to push him in front of a moving train.

“I’m surprised you’re so cool about this. I thought you would claw my eyes right out.”

She shrugged. “Shit happens sometimes. I know you’re a good dancer, we we’re both just a little off,” Percy flushed a bit, “besides, we’ve got 13 more shows left.”

“I can’t believe the season is almost over,” Percy said.

“I know. Feels like we just started.”

Annabeth started down the subway steps ahead of him. Her winter jacket was gone, replaced with a lighter Spring coat. Her winter hat was gone too, replaced with a faded Yankees cap to hide her deflated show hair.

He caught up to her at the turnstile. “Beckendorf will probably be dancing next season,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said, her face and tone neutral. Percy had hoped she’d sound disappointed. Or even elated; at least then he’d have an idea of where he stood.

“Do you think we’ll get to dance together next season?”

Annabeth shrugged. “I hope so. I think we’ve proved we make a good team.” She turned to face him, and for a fleeting moment Percy felt like he had to confidence to pull her in close and kiss her, but that moment blew past them like an express train. Instead, she moved first, pulling him into a quick hug, reminding him not to stress too much about their mistake. She pulled away after a moment, and headed down the stairs to the downtown train, leaving Percy with more questions than answers.

~*~*~

The rest of the month passed without incident. Both of them managed to stay on their feet throughout Agon, and both managed to effectively avoid talking about their feelings in any meaningful way. Percy was starting to think that Grover had been right – maybe the kiss was a congratulations, celebration kiss, and she wasn’t talking about it was because it really didn’t mean anything.

“But if that’s true, should I not ask her out?” He asked Grover over the phone.

“I don’t know, dude. Might be worth it, but …”

“But what?”

“Wasn’t she engaged, like, a year ago?”

“Yeah? So?”

“So, she was getting married to a guy she had been with for, what? A century. And that ended not even a year ago.”

“So, it’s too soon to ask her out?”

Grover sighed. “I’m not going to tell you not to do it, but she might not be ready for something yet. It might not have anything to do with you.” Percy nodded, which of course, Grover couldn’t hear. “I know you like her, but she might need you to just be her friend right now.”

Percy sat down on his bed and sighed, a wordless admission that Grover was right.

“I’m rooting for you,” Grover told him, “but it might not the right time. Doesn’t mean it won’t ever be the right time.”

~*~*~

The season ended just as it was starting to actually feel like Spring. There wasn’t much ceremony attached to the final shows, just some bows, a few congratulations, and the promise of a great Summer season when everyone came back from break. A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Chiron told them, would be their big summer money maker. Percy could already see the cast list in his head. He’d likely be Lysander partnered with Piper as Hermia, always the shorter, dark-haired girl, while Annabeth would be Helena, the taller, blonde girl, partnered with Beckendorf. Chiron tended to be consistent with his casting of that ballet; Beckendorf had explained to Percy once that it was because of descriptions of the girls in Shakespeare’s play. Percy had thought it was kind of dumb to cast based on the words of a play when ballets, necessarily, were wordless. But as he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, buttoning up the top buttons on his blue collared shirt, he reconsidered his opinion. Maybe wordlessness wasn’t always easier.

~*~*~

Annabeth had invited him to her end-of-the-season company party. It was just fifteen of them or so, mostly principles and soloists, plus Lee Fletcher and Silena. Percy had been to a number of these kinds of parties over the years, and they always tended to be tame but fun affairs, with a decent amount of boozing and storytelling.

Percy stood outside Annabeth’s door, a tray of his mom’s cookies in his hand (“Can I bring anything?” “Actually, if you wanted to bring some of those chocolate chip cookies, I wouldn’t complain”), and listened to Beckendorf loudly tell the story of the time he dropped Annabeth during Romeo and Juliet. Percy smiled at the sound of the familiar voice, and then knocked on the door.

Annabeth opened the door after a moment, and she smiled when she saw him. Her hair was pulled over one shoulder, held back with an antique-style comb with green jewels. Her curls almost blended into the pale-yellow dress she was wearing, which seemed to be an early celebration of spring. The dress’s skirt stopped at her knees; her legs were bare, and she wasn’t wearing shoes, although she did have on a pair of light blue ankle socks, likely to cover up the blisters and band-aids that were hard at work healing her feet from the season. She looked charming. Percy felt his heart rate go up as she pulled him into a quick hug to say hello, before taking to tray of cookies away from him to set them on the table.

“Percy is here!” She announced to the room.

~*~*~

Most people were already there when he arrived. He poured himself a small glass of red wine to drink slowly and started to mingle. He laughed at Lee’s husband’s stories of mishaps backstage and on stage in various Broadway productions, he joined Piper and Reyna at chastising Jason when he complained that Nutcracker season was too hard (“You think it’s hard? Try being a woman in the corps! That’s hard!”), and he had toasted to Beckendorf’s announcement that he was planning on dancing in the summer season.

“That’s not all the good news,” Silena added when the toast ended. Everyone paused, waiting for part two. Silena held the silence for a moment, deliberately building anticipation. “We’re having a baby!” She yelled finally. The room erupted with cheers of congratulations, everyone rushing to hug the couple.

“I didn’t think you had it in you,” Piper joked to Beckendorf.

“It’s just my knee that’s busted,” he said, “everything else works just fine.”

“I knew it,” Annabeth said to them.

“You did not,” Silena said back.

“Please,” she said, “Beckendorf has been taking sips of your drink all night. And everyone knows he hates white wine.”

“You, Annabeth,” Beckendorf said, pointing at her, “are too observant for your own good.”

~*~*~

The party was still in full swing an hour later, but it didn’t take long for Percy to notice that Annabeth had disappeared from her own apartment.

“I think she stepped outside,” Piper said, when Percy asked if she knew where Annabeth was.

“Downstairs?” He asked.

Piper pointed to the bedroom. “Fire escape.”

~*~*~

Percy stepped out onto the fire escape. Annabeth was turned away from the window, staring out over the West Village. Percy noticed, then, that the jeweled hair comb was a butterfly. Percy stared at it for a moment, taking in the way its green jewels complimented her yellow hair and dress; the city lights bounced off of it in such a way that for moment, it looked like it was glowing.

Annabeth jumped a little when she heard Percy step onto the fire escape. She had set her wine glass down precariously on the grated bottom but reached down to pick it up when she saw it was him.

“Cute pin,” he said, pointing to the butterfly in her hair.

She touched it, like she had forgotten it was there. “Oh, thanks. It’s Silena’s. Part of her Titanic replica collection.”

“You’re both suckers for a good tragic romance, huh?” Percy joked, walking towards to railing of the fire escape.

“I feel bad for people who aren’t,” she said, gazing out at the village, not looking at him, “tragic ending or not, life always seems a little more lovely in those movies.”

“Everything okay?” Percy asked her.

“Yeah,” she said, rubbing her arms to warm them up. It wasn’t a windy night, but the late March air had an uncomfortable bite to it. “Just wanted some air.”

Percy put an arm around her to try and keep her warm, and she leaned into his chest before drinking the last of her wine. Percy’s heart was pounding hard enough that he was sure she could feel it or hear it as she rested against him. She didn’t say anything about it, though.

She looked up at him, her cheeks pink, maybe from the wine, maybe from the cold. Percy noticed that she had slipped on a pair of shoes, so she wasn’t standing barefoot against the cold metal.

Annabeth shifted. Percy’s arm wasn’t around her anymore. They were standing chest-to-chest, just staring at each other in unchoreographed silence.

If I go here, Percy thought, placing a hand on her waist, will you follow?

The next moment, before Percy could really understand how they got there, they were kissing. Not the quick nearly-peck they had already shared, but real, unquestionable kissing. His arms wrapped around her torso to pull her in close to him as her hands found anchor in his hair.

Just as Percy began to feel certain that the tension between them had shattered completely, Annabeth’s wine glass shattered instead.

The sound of the glass slipping from her hand and splintering on the grate pulled them apart. Before Percy could react to the bits of broken glass that decorated Annabeth’s fire escape and the fire escapes of her downstairs neighbors, Annabeth moved away from him and gripped the railing.

“Annabeth?” He asked.

Her breath was heavy and labored, like she had just broken through the surface of the ocean after being submerged without air for minutes. “I’m so sorry,” she said.

Percy moved close to her but didn’t touch her for fear of making it worse. “You don’t have to be sorry. Can I get you anything?”

Annabeth shook her head. “Just … please don’t hate me.”

Percy rested his hand on hers. “You know that would never happen.” He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles to try and get her hand to relax. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She took a deep breath. This one seemed to be easier for her to take in. Her breathing began to regulate, and after a moment, she said, “Yeah. I guess we should.” She pulled her hands off the railing and shook them around a bit, like she was trying to expel her anxiety out of her fingertips. “I don’t want you to think that I’m leading you on,” she said after a moment.

Percy’s face fell. She didn’t like him after all. “Oh. Okay. Thanks for being honest –”

She cut him off. “But I don’t want you to think that I just kissed you because you were just some hot guy who was around.” Percy furrowed his brow. “Fuck, let me just, start over.”

“Okay.”

Annabeth took a deep breath. “I like you. A lot. Of course, I do. You are so kind, and so understanding,” she moved close to him and held his hand, “and you are too cute for your own good,” she said. “I’m just not ready. I …” she took a paused and stepped back from him, leaving about a foot of space between them. “I am so afraid of being in a relationship again. Not because I think you’d do anything to hurt me, or that I wouldn’t recognize if you were hurting me. It’s that,” she paused again, “when I was with Luke, I learned how to just say yes to anything he wanted. He didn’t want me to wear something? I didn’t wear it. He didn’t want me to watch Moulin Rouge, I didn’t watch it. Don’t hang out with him? I didn’t hang out with him? Don’t go out with her? I didn’t go out with her. It was so much easier to just say yes than to fight with him about it.

“When I kissed you after Sleeping Beauty or just now, it was because I forgot to be afraid. But I always remember again.

“And just before, I wanted to keep kissing you so badly, not just because I think you’re cute and think you’re a great kisser. I wanted to keep going because it would be easy. I wanted to, even though I know I’m not ready for that. And then maybe you would have asked me out. And I would have said yes, because we get along, and you’re so sweet, and I do like you. But also because saying yes is always the easy thing.

“And maybe we would go on that date and have an amazing time. I’m sure we would, actually. But then what happens when one night you want pizza, but I want Chines food, but I don’t tell you I want Chines food, I just agree to order pizza because that’s easier. And then what happens when you say let’s go to Long Island for a get away, but I don’t want to go to Long Island, I want to go to New Jersey, but I don’t say that, because it’s easier to just go to Long Island. And then what happens in a year or two when you say: ‘Let’s move in together,’ but I don’t want to move in together, but I do it, because I don’t want to fight?” She was looking slightly past Percy towards the left, like she was imagining a million different futures for them all at once, all of them bad.

“And I don’t think you’re the kind of man that Luke is. But that doesn’t matter. It’s not your shit, it’s mine. I don’t think I’ve learned how to be in a relationship without giving away parts of myself. And I can’t do that again. I just started to get those parts back.

“If I asked you to stay the night, or if we went on that date tomorrow, I would probably have an amazing time. But I might find myself on a beach on Long Island in July wishing tonight had never happened. And I don’t want that. When we go out, I want it to be perfect, so that even if it doesn’t work out, we never hate each other.” She moved close to him again. “I don’t ever want to hate you,” she leaned up and kissed his cheek, “because I want to keep dancing with you.”

Percy wanted to hug her, but he held back. He stared at her face. He wasn’t angry at her. He didn’t feel rejected either. But he wasn’t hopeful.

In the few silent moments they shared on the balcony, Percy traced his feelings to a deep melancholy resting at the bottom of his chest. He looked Annabeth’s face: her striking gray eyes, her cheeks pink from the cold, and her lipstick a little smudged around her mouth, and he wished he could go back in time just a few minutes and tell his past self to savor that kiss. To kiss back quickly and with intention. To hold onto her for a moment longer. To remember the outline of her lips on yours, the way her hand rested on the back of your neck as you stood there in stunned stillness like an idiot. To react faster. Because that might be the last chance you have.

~*~*~

Percy left the party soon after that, making quick goodbyes only to Piper, Beckendorf, and Silena, before sneaking out the front door.

He woke up feeling hungover, which, considering his solitary glass of wine, he figured was impossible. Still, there was a deep unpleasant feeling in his stomach that kept him from eating breakfast, and a tension behind his eyes that refused to subside even after water and a shower.

He thought about turning his phone off and wallowing in misery in front of the TV all day, but he decided his pity party would be more fun with one more person.

He was halfway through trying to convince Grover to come commiserate with him, when his phone started to ring.

Miami, FL.

Percy nearly ignored it, figuring it was some scam call about an extended warranty on a vehicle he didn’t own, but those calls were usually from New York numbers.

He answered expecting a bot.

“Hello?” He asked.

“Is this Percy Jackson?” An older woman asked him.

“This is he.” He sat up straighter on the couch as if she could hear his posture.

“This is Lupa Lopez from Miami City Ballet.”

Percy heart started to beat faster. “Hi, Ms. Lopez, how are you?”

“I’m great, thanks. I was just in New York a few weeks ago and caught your performance in Sleeping Beauty.”

“Really?”

“Yes, you were excellent. I still remember your audition for our company. I always knew you’d be great.”

Percy’s heart was beating even faster, unsure why she was calling, but flattered to hear that she remembered him. “Thanks,” he finally managed.

“Of course,” she said. “I was calling to see if you’d want to come down to Miami for a month or so and guest in our Spring season?”

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yeetingmyfeeling · 4 years

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Run, Run, Run!

Chapter Three

It was now a Sunday, and apparently that meant no one had work. Brian found this curious, but he didn’t overly mind. He woke up late, his dreams not plaguing him that night. He sat up in his pyjamas. This happened to just be the flannel shirt, and his boxers. He kicked the pants off before he got in bed.

He went into his bathroom. He quickly did his routine. This involved pissing, showering, brushing his teeth, doing his hair, all the usual bathroom stuff. Once he felt fully clean, he changed into a pair of shorts going down to his knees, and a tight black shirt.

He made his way out of the room and went downstairs to everyone. He heard people in the kitchen, and decided to go in there. Brock, Jonathan and Ryan were the ones in there. Brock was washing dishes, Jonathan was drying them, and Ryan was putting them away.

“Mornin’,” Brain greeted tiredly, his accent thick from sleep. The three waved, saying their hellos. He walked further into the kitchen, beginning to make himself a coffee. The others continued their conversation.

Brian yawned tiredly. “-ain! Brian!” He turned around quickly, his eyes wide as he stared at Brock. “Falling asleep there?”

A chuckle fell past Brian’s lips. “Slept in too much, still tired,” He rubbed at his eyes. He grabbed his now finished coffee, lifting up to his lips. He slowly took a sip, burning his tongue.

“We were just talking about mates,” Ryan leaned on the counter, looking over Brian. “You got anyone special?”

“No, I-,” He shook his head. “I don’t know anyone outside of my old pack and this pack.”

“Did you have anyone in your old pack?” Jonathan asked, now learning next to Ryan.

Brian shook his head again. “They all treated me as a piece of meat.”

Brock slapped the two omega’s on the arm. “Stop pestering,” He placed a reassuring hand on Brian’s shoulder. “It’s okay Brian. Ryan is with Luke, and Jon is with Evan, so they do this a lot. If you ever do find yourself in a spot where you like one of the pack members, you can come to us.”

“Even though Brock is a beta. He understands both alphas and omega’s more than the biological ones,” Jonathan rubbed his arm. “He’s like.. The mum of us all.”

“Despite that,” Ryan waved a hand. “We think Tyler may be interested in someone. You know when alpha’s get all territorial over a mate? They can do the same, but not over the mate, just when they like them. Then when they like someone but don’t confess, it just becomes over everything. Is that right Brock?”

“In a way,” Brock shrugged. “He’s just being real pissy and major alpha.”

Tyler was scary enough on his own, Brain thought. Even though he had the most delicious smell. If he was all angry and, as Brock says; major alpha. Brian swore to stay out of the man's way.

“Who do we think it is?” Jonathan giggled. “I think it’s the girl that always comes into the mechanic.”

“What’s her name? Kelly?” Ryan scratched at his chin. Jonathan nodded. “Our alpha is finally finding a mate.”

Why did Brian’s stomach drop at the idea of that? He hardly knows Tyler. He shook away the feeling, not appreciating his stupid omega bilolgy.

He went to walk out of the kitchen as the two omega’s continued to gossip, only to run into a hard chest. It seems he liked to run into people. Especially tall people. The part where he spills his coffee all down the person's front is new though.

Brian frowned as the smell of farm and wet dog hit his nose. He cringed, slowly looking up. An angry Tyler was glaring down at him. Brian squeaked, taking a step back. “I-I’m so sorry!!” He held his hands up, the rest of the coffee slipping out of the mug. “Fuck!”

Tyler’s eyebrows were raised, and his hands were balled into fists. “Brian,” He growled softly. A momentary thought of, that was hot, flashed through Brian’s mind. It went straight back to fear. He slowly shrunk down as he took steps away from the alpha, only for Tyler to follow after him. “Were you not watching where you were going?”

“N-no..” Brock stuttered once again. He hit a counter, and felt his knees shaking. “I didn’t mean to.. I just..” His frown deepened. “You weren’t watching either!” He stood up straighter, pointing a finger in the alpha’s face.

Tyler stared at the finger. He grabbed Brian wrist, moving his hand out of his face. “I was watching,” He mumbled.

“Clearly you weren’t if you ran into me as well,” Brian snatched his arm back, crossing both over his chest. “So don’t get angry with me.”

Tyler huffed. He knew Brian was right, so couldn’t say anything else. He glared down at the coffee on his clean clothes. He leaned closer to Brian, right in his face. The omega felt warm. “Just, watch it, Brian,” And then he was gone.

Brian’s knees finally gave out, and he crumpled to the floor. He felt too warm. Brock came over to his, gently shaking his shoulder. “Definitely a major alpha mood.”

Brian stood up with the help of Brock, leaning against the countertop. “My coffee,” He frowned. Brock told him he’d clean the rest up. So Brian decided he would go outside for a run. He did not miss the weird look Jonathan and Ryan gave each other.

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Tyler had gone straight up to his room. His room was the second biggest, as he is Evan’s second. He slammed the door behind him and took a deep breath. He quickly pulled off his shirt and kicked off his pants. He caught a whiff of it again.

Bringing his hand up to his face, he could smell Brian, from where he grabbed his wrist. Tyler grunted, inhaling as much of the smell as he could.

He shook his head quickly. Just another omega getting in the way. He made his way to his bathroom, kicking off his boxers. His mind wandered to the omega, but he tried to shoo away those thoughts. He jumped in the shower, quickly washing himself down.

He grabbed his towel, drying himself off quickly. After he wrapped it around his waist, he looked in the large mirror. He wasn’t that bad looking, but he didn’t look as good as someone like Evan. He frowned. He wished he could find a mate, like Evan and Jon. Those two are perfect for each other.

He huffed and walked out of his bathroom, only to see David sitting on the bed. Tyler raised an eyebrow. “Intruder?”

“Why were you being mean to the new omega?” David asked with a frown. He rested back on his hands. His accent was thick. “I get you’re a big, angry mean alpha and are currently pursuing a mate, but that’s no need to be mean to Brian.”

Tyler looked alarmed. “Pursuing a mate? Who the fuck?”

“Kelly, that girl that’s almost always at the mechanic.”

“Oh,” Tyler laughed. He walked over to his cupboard, pulling out clean clothes. “God no, she keeps hitting on me but I’m not interested in her like that. Maybe a good fuck, but that’s it.”

“Tyler!” David scolded.

“Turn around,” David turned around and Tyler dropped the towel, starting to pull the clothes on. “So now we have clarified I have no plans to ever get with Kelly, what was your other issue?”

“You’re being mean to Brian.”

“The new omega, right, right,” He had his boxers and pants on. He pulled on his shirt. “He spilled hot coffee on me, how else do you expect me to react?”

“Not like an asshole,” David spun back around and stood up. “You don’t have to be a big, mean alpha you know. You’re second, if something happens to Evan, your bitch ass is next in line. No one is going to want to do shit with your attitude- or everyone will just be scared of you! Do you want people to be scared of you?”

Tyler groaned, throwing his head back. “No,” He rolled his eyes, deciding to pull a flannel on. “God dude, are you already catching feelings?”

“Wha- no!” David’s face flushed in embarrassment. He crossed his arms over his chest. He and Tyler were very similar heights, David just a few inches shorter. He was lankier, while Tyler was more built.

“Sure David, keep telling yourself that,” Tyler walked over, patting David on the shoulder. “He’s barely been here a week, keep it in your pants.”

David slapped away Tyler’s hand with a glare. “Tyler, I don’t like him,” He started towards the door, opening it a crack. “Go apologize to Brian,�� Then he slipped out of the room.

Tyler groaned again, now stuck by himself. He hated saying sorry to people, especially when he wasn’t entirely in the wrong. Sure, in this situation, he was a little bit, but Brian ran into him!

He grabbed his phone from the bed, shoving it in his pocket. He then made his way downstairs, looking for the omega. Instead he saw Jon and Evan making out against a wall. He fake gagged loudly, causing the couple to pull away quickly. Jon then glared at him.

“Mister!” Jon shouted. “You scared Brian!”

“That wasn- yeah it was my intention,” Tyler chuckled to himself. The couple gave him a disapproving look. “Yeah, I’m saying sorry now. Where is he?”

“He went out for a run,” Was Jon’s answer. “He doesn’t know the area very well, so I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” Tyler just nodded and left the couple to continue what they were doing. He walked outside, standing on the porch. He saw an auburn wolf running around, starting to slow down.

Tyler’s lips twitched slightly. The wolf's fur glistened just perfectly in the sun, making it seem as if he were sparkling. Tyler whistles loudly, and the wolf's ears perked up. He looked over in Tyler’s direction, only for his tail to drop.

The wolf turned around, walking into a large cluster of trees. Tyler stood, waiting. He went and leaned against the banister of the porch.

It was around three in the afternoon, the sun about to touch the horizon. Breathing in deeply, Tyler could smell the calmness of the nature around him. This was the air he enjoyed, not the stressed air in the city.

A figure walked out from behind the trees. They only wore shirts, patting their sweaty face down with their shirt. Tyler shamelessly checked Brian out as he got closer. He admired the way the boy was tone, but with that slight bit of chub. It suited him. He wasn’t considerably short, but shorter than Tyler. He also had the best ass.

Brian stood at the bottom of the steps, leading up to the porch. He blinked slowly, seeming both awkward and scared. He tilted his head innocently, making the sweat gleam on his neck.

Tyler cleared his throat, ridding those thoughts from his mind. “Sorry for yelling at you earlier,” He forced out. “You were right, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” God that hurt his self esteem. Saying sorry and admitting the other was right? He better be getting some killer brownie points.

The frown Brian now sported confused Tyler. Brian’s arms hang loosely by his sides, one hand holding his slightly drenched shirt. “It’s fine, I shouldn’t have spilled coffee on you. Sorry.”

Tyler wanted more of a reaction than this. He looked Brian up and down again, before taking a very obvious sniff. Brian’s face started to heat up. Now that’s the reaction he wanted. “Better go shower Brian, you smell.”

Brian ducked his head, and he quickly rushed past Tyler into the house. Tyler watched his ass until he was out of sight. He turned back to the view, smirking to himself.

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strangerontheotherside84 · 4 years

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Wild Child || Part 3

Warnings: language, violence, abuse (aka Neil being Neil), homophobic slurs

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„Hey Max.“, you greeted the red headed girl as soon as the front door swung open. „Hi y/n. Billy isn’t home. That’s what you’re here for, right?“ „Well only partly.“ you began with a smirk while entering the small house on Cherry Road, it was even smaller than it looked like from the outside but also kind of cozy, „I brought him the stuff my uncle ordered for the Camaro and I thought you’d might like these.“

„New wheels and bearings? For me?“, the small redhead couldn’t belive her eyes. „Yeah I saw that run down board of yours and figured you’d might wanna give it a little upgrade. And since you’re not gonna find this sorta stuff in Hawkins, I got it from California.“

„Wow thanks y/n! That’s so cool! I need to try them out right now!“

„You’re welcome kid.“

„But… I don’t get it. How did you order them from Cali together with Billy’s stuff? They don’t sell car parts at a Skateshop.“ „Well the owner of the garage we ordered from is an old friend of my uncle and he was kind enough to walk across the street and do me a little favour.“, you winked at her with a smile. Even though Billy didn’t like her she seemed to be a really cool kid, actually she was your favorite out of all of Steve’s children.

„I really hope you didn’t spend all this money just to impress Billy, he doesn’t really like me you know?“ „I don’t really like him either so that’s fine. Could you show me where his room is? I’m just gonna put this stuff in there and then leave again.“, you gestured towards the big box in your hands, which was getting kinda heavy at this point. You had no idea what was in there. Your uncle had mentioned something about spark plugs and brake pads but you didn’t really listen. Worse enough that you had to function as an unpaid delivery service whenever you were friends with a customer.

„Yeah sure, it’s that door over there. But don’t tell him that I let you in there.“ „My lips are sealed. Have fun with your skateoboard!“

“Oh an y/n?” “Yeah?” “Make sure not to touch anything, he’s pretty gross.” “Not even in my wildest dreams.”

„Can I help you?“ You flinched for a split second before turning around. You would have prefered to leave unnoticed, which almost had worked out given the fact that your hand was alreay touching the knob of the front door.

„Uhm no Sir I was just about to leave.“

The tall man in front of you was raising his eyebrows suspiciously, even though they didn’t really look anything alike you figured it had to be Billy’s dad.

„Well that’s lovely but how come you were in my house without me knowing about it in the first place?“

„Oh well Max let me in, I was just dropping off some stuff for Billy an-“

„Oh so you’re the whore he’s been messing around with.“ „Excuse me?“ did that asshole really just?-

„Oh no need to act all stupid. You think I don’t realize how he’s been dressing up and sneaking out of the house like some faggot these past few weeks?“

„So what now? Is he a faggot or screwing around with whores like me? The two don’t really work together, you know?“

„I won’t be spoken to like that in my own house!“

„Yeah whatever… decide for yourself then. Might wanna work on those anger issues.“, you muttered that last part through gritted teeth as you turned towards the door again.

„What did you say to me?“

„Oh nothing. However, whoever your son’s been messing around with it ain’t me, since I am here and he obviously isn’t. So hey maybe he is a faggot after all-“ You couldn’t even react that fast. Without prior warning you were suddenly grabbed by the collar of your leather jacket and shoved against the door.

„I’m only gonna say this one time, so you better listen.“, the voice of Billy’s dad was very low an quiet, almost scary, „Since you’re parents apparently didn’t teach you any respect I’d suggest you stay away from my son. Got me?“ „Loud and clearly, sir.“ you murmured while faking the sweetest smile, „Now get off of me, asshole.“ you pushed the tall man away as hard as you could and quickly grabbed the door knob to finally take off.

You propably should have kept that last part to yourself since only seconds later you were struck by a force that caused you to fall to the floor face first. It took a few seconds before it occured to you that, that bastard had actually dared to slap you across the face after you turned your back at him.

“Jesus… Get up.” apparently that dude was so used to taking it out on his son, that it didn’t occur to him that hitting a girl half his weight, who was obviously unprepared, might result into something like this.

„Don’t touch me! What the fuck is wrong with you?“ you glared at him, while slowly getting back on your feet.

„Language, kid. Now get out of my house.“

„It will be my pleasure!“

You opened the door to storm out but-

„Y/n? What are you doing h- what happened?“

„Not now Hargrove, I’m not really in the mood to talk.“

Billy’s POV

The curly haired boy stood in the doorway for a few moments, completely puzzled, his eyes moving back and forth between you storming off and his father, who was rubbing his forehead.

„What did you do to her?“

„Son what did we say about inviting girls over to this house?“, the tall man ignored his question, while slowly shutting the door behind his son. „I..I didn’t invite her over and other than that, she’s just a friend, dad!“

„Oh sure, they always are. So what was she doing in my house then? If you didn’t invite her over?“ „I don’t know.“

„Don’t lie to me Billy.“

„Her uncle owns a garage and they ordered some stuff for me…maybe she was here because of that.“ „So you can’t even pick up your own stuff like a real man now?“, his father scoffed derogatory, „Got to have some pretty girl carry it all the way home for you?“ „Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t know that not refusing free home delivery makes you a faggot now.“

Before even finishing this sentence, Billy already knew that he was gonna regret it later. But he didn’t care. He was used to that by now.

Reader POV

„Stupid motherfucker…“ you mumbled while kicking an empty can across the street. You had been walking around Hawkins for over an hour now, trying to calm your nerves. Or in other words, you were trying to keep yourself from burning down the Hargrove’s house.

You had finally decided to give your legs some rest and took a seat on the hood of a car while lighting a cigarette. You flinched as it touched your busted lip.

„Y/n?“

Oh shit here we go.

„Hi Steve.“

„What are you doing here?“

„What are you doing here?“, you figured it was an appropriate question since you were pretty close to the Wheeler’s house and Steve wasn’t dating Nancy anymore.

„I asked first and also you’re the one sitting on the hood of my car.“

„Oh yeah I thought this one looked familiar.“ you mumbled while adjusting your position, „Just having a walk, trying to slow down my blood pressure.“

„What happened to your face?“

Steve sounded more than concerend as he took a seat next to you.

„Well Steve you’re not the only one in this town who gets beaten up. Even though I must admit it happens to you an awful lot. „Quit the stupid jokes y/n. Are you alright?“ „Yeah I’m fine. It’s nothing. It was just some stupid…you know I was over at Billy’s an-“ „Did he do this?“, Steve quickly jumped onto his feet, „I’m gonna kill that son of a b-“, „Woah slow it down there Steve, we both know how that’s gonna end.“ you grabbed your best friend by the wrirst, indicating that he should take a seat again.

„It wasn’t Billy, he wasn’t even home. I was just dropping of some stuff from the garage.“

„I don’t get it y/n…who beat you up like this?“ You were hesitant for a short moment. Not because you didn’t want to tell Steve what happened but because you weren’t sure if you were in the position to just tell him Billy’s secret.

„It wasn’t Billy…“ you sighed, „It was his dad.“

„His what? What the hell?“

„Yeah he kinda thought I was dating Billy, as if, and you know I couldn’t keep my mouth shut as ususal and then this happened.“

„You need to go to chief Hopper y/n.“ „Oh no Steve absolutely not. If somebody should go report that guy then it’s Billy and if he doesn’t wanna do that, which I can’t blame him for, then it’s none of our business. Do you understand?“ „Yeah.”, Steve nodded in agreement, ”So… his dad..beats him?“

You nodded „But don’t you dare tell him or even act as if you know that. Don’t suddenly start to act nice around him or some bullshit like that.“ „Trust me y/n I can handle not being nice to Billy Hargrove. Other than you I stick to my words apparently.“ „Oh shut up Steve.“ you jockingly hit him against the arm, „If I’d be allowed to remind you, before Billy moved here you were the asshole of this town and even then I was your friend. Sometimes you just gotta give people a chance… Now, what are you and your car doing so close to the Wheeler’s house? Do I have to be worried?“

„Nope not at all, I promised Dustin to drop him off here since the kids are meeting at Mike’s and he couldn’t carry all his weird radio equipment stuff on his bike.“ „You’re a great mom Steve.“ „Shut up y/n.“

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