#//i really need to get myself a 'dumb of ass' badge//

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

//Not my clueless dumb ass being absolutely humbled today when I realized I had been using the word 'booty call' wrong this entire time 🧍‍♂️//

[slayfics]

You tend to Katsuki.

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You sat in the common room of the dorms making yourself busy at one of the tables studying. Absentmindedly you turned the pages of your book and scanned the materials, not actually digesting any of the information.

Secretly, you weren't concerned with studying. Your actual reason for hanging around the common room was to wait for Katsuki to come back. It was Saturday, which meant he was with Shoto at their supplemental classes to make up for not passing the provisional licensing exam.

Finally, after what seemed like too long, Katsuki came bursting through the door. An annoyed expression on his face as he turned to yell some obscenities back at Shoto.

Shoto followed him through the front door and Katsuki turned sharply away from him. It was apparent that Katsuki was eager to get away from the two-toned-haired boy.

Katsuki glanced over at you briefly but kept making his way through the common room. His cheek had a large bandage that was already turning crimson from whatever wound was on the other side.

You watched as the two boys split ways, Shoto made his way over to talk to Hanta and Katsuki vanished into the elevators to go up to his room.

You waited a moment before texting Katsuki.

[You]: That looks like a nasty cut. What happened?

[Katsuki]: I hate texting. Just come up.

You happily shut your book and rushed over to his dorm.

Knocking gently, you heard Katsuki's irritated yell on the other side, "Told ya already- just come in."

You opened the door and were met with the sight of him putting away the belongings he brought to the extra classes today. The bandage on his cheek being in better view, you could see that it was in desperate need of being tended to.

"That looks even worse up close," You stated.

"Tch- It's not even a big deal," he replied, downplaying the injury.

"How did it happen?" You asked.

Katsuki grunted as he finished putting away his stuff and sat down on the edge of his bed, "Some dumb ass training where we couldn't use our quirks. What the fuck is the point of that?!" He said irritated.

"Sounds like your worst nightmare," you laughed trying to lighten his mood. You fixated your eyes back on the bandage and the blood stain that now soaked through. "Why don't you let me change that for you?" You offered.

"HAH? I can do that myself idiot," he said being stubborn.

"I know you can but- I need practice. Tending to wounds is a part of hero work too, right? So- let me practice on you," you suggested, hoping that excuse would change his mind.

Katsuki thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulders in agreement, "First aid is in the bathroom cabinet," he said gesturing to the bathroom.

You rummaged through his cabinet to find another bandage and antiseptic ointment. "I don't think I've ever done this for someone else before," you stated as you came back into the room and sat next to him on the bed.

"It isn't hard," Katsuki huffed. Resting his elbows on his thighs as he kept his gaze straight forward giving you better access to his cheek.

You scooted closer and crossed your legs onto the bed to tend to his wound. "These classes have really been a pain for you, hu?" You asked, gently peeling away the soiled badge on his cheek.

Katsuki clicked his tongue annoyed by your comment, "It's nothing I can't handle!" He barked, eyebrows furrowed, and nose scrunched.

You giggled at his response, "Such a tough guy," you teased and squeezed some of the antiseptic ointment onto your finger. "You know- it can be both things. Something you can handle and a pain at the same time."

Katsuki opened his mouth ready to make another snarky comment when your finger met his wound. Any snide remark he had ready, vanished at the gentle way your finger grazed over his cut. Eyebrows softened, and shoulders dropped he let out a sigh.

The ointment stung, but he wasn't focused on that at all. Instead, he was focused on the way his heart rate increased the second you made contact with him. He hated it- but wanted more at the same time.

"What? Going speechless on me now?" You asked teasing his sudden muteness. You prepared the new bandage and got it ready to place over his wound.

"No," he grunted, voice lower than before. Another moment passed before he spoke, "The classes are a pain. God dam Icy Hot gets on my nerves. Acting like we're friends now just because we're in these shitty classes together. He makes everything a hundred times worse." Katsuki explained as you gently pressed the new bandage on to his cheek.

You smiled at Katsuki's honesty and decided to tease him further. "Wait- you mean he isn't your best friend? That's strange he's been telling everyone that."

"The fuck? Are you serious?" Katsuki asked, turning to you, his eyes catching yours. Noticing for the first time how close you really were to him, his cheeks flushed.

You smiled and a giggle escaped you. Immediately he recognized the amusement on your face. If it was anyone else, he'd blow a fuse but- with you, he was distracted by the way your smile lit up your eyes and the way your laughter forced him to smile too.

"Tch- brat. Don't mess with me like that," he said and playfully shoved your shoulder, causing you to laugh even harder.

"I'm sorry- I couldn't help it," you said in between giggles.

If you weren't laughing so hard maybe you would have noticed the soft smile Katsuki had or the way his cheeks warmed slightly.

"Whatever-," he said brushing off his emotions. "You eat yet?" He asked.

"Nope," you answered laughter subsiding.

"Good- let's go downstairs I'll make us something." He offered.

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[junespriince]

Shit me and Nebby ( @nebulous-shatin )say part 3

In this relationship is one side, I'm giving you everything you're giving me nothing, I want more than delicious 4/10 I've gotten better hoe the fuck

Can't life lice love in these conditions 6/10 out of frustration.

Example plz for improvement uwu -10/10 I know you too well.

You spoil me Nebby, a chance, a hint of cannibalism? I love you 10/10 I'm easy to please. (This is for a character not real cannibalism, that's all the context ya getting)

Yeah that's between her and the god she doesn't believe in 7/10 tho she def did I know my blorbo and she did. Now was it the curse or impulse that's a different thing.

... Wesson? Idk she looking very American too me. 9/10 because who you make someone look American tf you don't even live here!?

I was young dumb and full of cum when I was reading those books and watching those movies 2/10 it my burden to hold

im at like 2,5k words but i am barely getting started with the smut 10/10 because excuse y'all I love lore in my smut

gods, grammarly is being a lil bitch about a word i WANT to havr 600/10 BECAUSE TRUTH

Can you say anything besides ripannoie at this moment? 3/10 no fun, but fine

Damn. 209/10

A whole ass killer is wild 10/10 because CuM

Liam was goth all along 8/10 he was holy fuck

^ 9/10 not really him but the smut fics

Here's the vanilla holder when it happens 5/10 I hope it does lol

You say such nice things to me 7/10 fuck off

The issue of being your friend is the changes what ya gender again? 6/10 only because yeah I did discover myself with ya but lower bec gender stays the same

Doing something that the writer parts of our brains go brrrrrrr 10/10 love that

Say cocoa again 999999999999/10 that was so funny but ahhhh I'll remember or idk strangle me

You're the only one that read CuM 10/10 a privilege I hold like a badge of Honor.

You ever just? 8/10 yeah

Anyways 10/10 the anyways to my Anywhoozie

Honestly 7/10 god honestly

Bc ya cant escape the feedback >:) 7/10 I KNOW

Lol 2/10 my emotional support lol I need you

[woodsfae]

Babylon 5 S01E08: And the Sky Full of Stars

(Great, now I’m gonna have Coldplay stuck in my head all night.)

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ToC

It seems super easy to get illegal weapons onto this station. That’s a huge dagger. And they gonna stab Sinclair with it. 

So according to Chekov’s Gun, Benson is 100% going to be a security risk in this episode.

Awwww Delenn is volunteering in the medbay so Dr Franklin will be able to better care for Minbari patients. She has a strong sense of civic duty that seems to really mean for the good of her people. And it’s good to hear that Dr Franklin categorically refused to allow his work to be used to harm people in the war.

Delenn is, of course, massively dodging the question of what she did in the war.

Ah, yes, Benson has already become a security risk. I have a feeling these assassins will kill him soon.

PTSD dreams aren’t fun, but at least they woke him up in time to realize comms are down! Sidenote - I like that their comm badges stick on their hands. It’s very unique!

Wow, ALL the comms are down. How on earth (heh) are there no other life forms on Babylon 5? Ah, not all is at it seems! This is going to be a psychological thriller!

SER-eh-bral is a hell of a way to pronounce “cerebral” (seh-REE-bral).

If they’re after Sinclair’s missing day, they have to have classified info, but there’s no way this is a sanctioned op, so they’re rogue black ops or ex ops?

Also, only 39? Sinclair’s a preemie gray.

Pain’s real for both of them, now Sinclair has a way of fighting back!

Yeah Benson, you need to feel guilty. Put two and two together. Edit: whoop, and they killed him. Pretty fuckin dumb of him to go to the sketchiest people on B5 to be like “tHeY tHiNk I hAvE sOmeThInG tO dO wItH tHiS,” yeah duh you have something to do with this. You’re too stupid to live bruh.

These two are freaky. They’ve got unhinged looks around the eyes. I wouldn’t want to meet either of them. They seem fanatical. So many of the guest actors in this are just phenomenal (see: Walter Koenig).

Yikes that’s a creepy machine! I hope Sinclair’s eyeballs don’t dry out.

Punch him in the dick, Sinclair. The pain’s real for both of you.

Oh, he’s racist.

“You just said you don’t rememBAH!” his accent is a great villain accent because it makes me wanna punch him in the dick myself.

“Then why did they surrenDAH.” omg, die. My ears are bleeding.

Someone whack that jeffangle and play a little tune.

Trippy!

Even drugged the fuck up Sinclair can figure out how to kick ass. That’s PTSD baybeee. He functions even better when he’s in a high adrenaline situation. Even if he’s mentally in the wrong time and place.

It’s going to be real dramatic when he runs into Satai Delenn of the Grey Council in a bit.

Delenn’s incredibly brave. Quite foolhardy, but brave.

“Commander Sinclair. There’s something in my head. It says maybe you’re still inside. Maybe we’re both still inside.”

I will not be surprised if I find out some of the writers for this show also wrote wildly successful horror/thrillers.

The Minbari are very serious about keeping that 24 hours forgotten. I’m intrigued by the implications. They clearly needed Sinclair for something, and that something was massively impactful for their war decisions. And they clearly value him for providing whatever it is they needed, since they wiped his memory and left him alive. But they also clearly don’t need him anymore, or he’s replaceable, since they’d rather have him die than have the knowledge of what happened. And I wonder who has the authority to boss Delenn around!

A few more pieces have fallen into place for Sinclair and for us. It’s well done of them to create real tension by having us know exactly as much as he does - namely, nothing.

Also, is Talia still a level 5 telepath? I’m excited to see more ramification of Jason Ironheart’s gift to her.

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[atopearth]

Brothers Conflict (Passion Pink) Part 1 - Asahina Masaomi Route

I am happy to announce that I will try my best to play Brothers Conflict in Japanese! Yes, it was Christmas so I splurged and bought Diabolik Lovers, Brothers Conflict and Norn9 hahahah. Hopefully I can do this! Apparently Brothers Conflict is an easy read because it's slice of life and uses normal everyday words so let's go! Ema and her squirrel Juli huh? That's kinda cute lmao. Anyway, I know the basic premise but it's kinda crazy to have like 11 new brothers, like wow. And her squirrel talks?! I guess it's nice to have a such a reliable squirrel "parent" for Ema since it seems so capable haha. I don't blame Ema for being so nervous though haha. Oh wow, Miwa (the lady Ema's father is remarrying) is rich and nice! Hahahaha, Ema thinks Masaomi is Wataru's dad, is he that old looking?🤣 Anyway, I know it's a game so Ema has to be surprised to know all these hot guys etc are her new brothers but if this was real life and I was nervous about meeting all these brothers by myself, I would definitely hope to have seen or have a photo of them with me lmao. Anyway, lmao at Wataru giving Ema candy for accidentally hurting her when he couldn't stop his bike in time lolll, who is the little kid here?!🤣 Awww, I don't like fan clubs but I do like Iori! He seems cool and kinda knows how to handle his fangirls. Ukyo mightttt be my type, we'll see🤣 Anyway, Ema is such a considerate daughter for not wanting to intrude on her father's newlywed life and deciding to live in the Sunrise Residence with all the other brothers, I would be so scared to live with a bunch of new random siblings lol.

Is a sunflower badge a symbol to show you're a lawyer or something? That's pretty cool! Anyway, Masaomi is the eldest son?! I totally assumed Ukyo would have been the oldest haha! Guess looks are deceiving. Hahaha, Ukyo calling him "nii-san" (older brother) is a shockk🤣 I admit that Kaname's purple kimono looks pretty cool, but dang, kissing the back of Ema's hand and then saying can he kiss other places too?! That's a great way to introduce yourself... I'm so glad Ukyo hit him for doing that lol. Lmaooo I thought Kaname was going to be a fashion designer of some sort but he's actually a Buddhist priest?! Wow lol. Oooh I like Tsubaki and Azusa's looks! They're cute, are they twins? Okay yep, they are. I love them already🤣 Omggg and they're both voice actors? They're getting cooler by the second🤣 I love how friendly Tsubaki is lol. I love how just as Ukyo hits Kaname for getting out of hand, Azusa does the same for Tsubaki lol. Lmao at Ema thinking to herself whether Tsubaki is "okay" in the sense of whether there's anything wrong with him because of how he talks hahahaa. Awww Subaru seems cute, he's shy with girls even though he's a university student! OMG Tsubaki is older than Subaru? I can't tell these age differences lol!! I like Iori a lot though hahaha. Lmao I thought Iori recognised Ema's school uniform because he knew girls from there but it was actually because Yuusuke (another brother) goes there hahaha, sorry my bad Iori. Tsubaki is so slack to hide from Yuusuke that they were going to have a new sister lolll. But his reaction was funny so I can understand. I find it hilarious how Yuusuke can't handle Ema being sad over him not approving of this loll, so he had to just agree to make her happy haha. HAHAHA, when Kaname asked Ema to call him "onii-chan" LOL, like geez dude!! And then even Tsubaki joined in🤣 I like Azusa, so I'm glad there was an option to call him onii-chan loll. I think it was pretty funny how they got her to keep calling them onii-chan lmao, it was nice how she played along with them and got to enjoy having so many siblings considering that it must have been pretty lonely with just her dad and he's probably busy working a lot of the time.

Awww that's so sweet, Ema woke up early hoping to make breakfast for the brothers! She's such an awesome sister. I have to agree with Ema, Kaname exercising early in the morning is a surprise haha. I honestly thought Ukyo would be the one there...and he is! Ukyo is the one who cooks breakfast and all the meals I guess! Lmao at the cute rabbit apron he wears🤣 Ukyo best boyyy! Omg Rui is pretty, I love his hair. But I find it so funny how he's like touching her hair and Ema is like so calmly just introducing herself to him lmao. Oooh, so we have another idol brother, lmao at Ema thinking the family were fans instead of him being a brother, like what are the chances that they would all be fans of him🤣🤣 Aww Mahoko looks like a cute best friend for Ema. Sasakura (the soccer ace guy) seems pretty friendly to offer to help Ema move. I have to agree with Ema though, Masaomi in work mode is nice to watch, I always think it's so sweet to see guys so kind and patient with kids (even though I don't like kids🥲). It was so sweet how Ema so honestly told him she would have liked a doctor like him when she was a kid, Masaomi blushing at her praise was actually pretty cute lol. Awww, his pocket is full of chocolates and other stuff as rewards for the kids! It's nice that he has a whole variety of stuff like stickers and mini cars since he doesn't want to give them too many sweets. It must be so heavy though lmao.

Fuuto sleeping CG is pretty cute~ LOL did he just say Ema is cute but it seemed like she's dumb?! Well, there goes your idol dreams, Ema lol. Lmao when he said she didn't deny it and said she's an idiot, like woww, way to go Fuuto, you're definitely an ass. He's probably traumatised or annoyed with his fangirls or something. I can so relate to Ema's rage, I would want to strangle Fuuto loll. Okay, I did something wrong and didn't realise I needed to go to the aquarium with Masaomi! Lmao at Ema saying all the fish are cute lol. Blushing Masaomi is so adorable though. It was so cute how he got embarrassed for not realising that he was really close to her, and it was so cute how Ema tried to explain that she didn't hate it and that it just made her heart beat really fast😂 Aww Ema and Masaomi both like small animals. Damn, these guys are rich, do they have a villa on an island?!! I think it's really nice how they all take the time out to go on holiday with the whole family there every summer vacation though. Considering how many of them there are and how busy they are, it's good to see that they try to make the effort to bond with each other. They've even got a private beach on a part of the island, danggg. Anyway, I love how welcoming the brothers are. I agree with Iori, Ema is really admirable to even do supplementary classes to help with going to her dream university, she's working hard!

You know, considering that these guys are her "brothers", I find it funny that they're quite unreserved towards the idea of doing date-like stuff with her loll! Like with the amusement park, Masaomi held her hand to keep it warm after she got a bit freaked out with the haunted house attraction lol! I guess considering the game, I should just throw that all out of the window and just enjoy it for what it is haha. I mean, I gotta admit, it's pretty cute. I guess it's not that cute after I looked at their character profiles and realised that Masaomi is actually 31 and Ema is like 16-17? Oh well, I guess I'll ignore that too😂 Aww, Masaomi seems like such a parent, he's sad that his brothers are older now and they don't rely on him as much for stuff anymore. I guess that would be something good but also sad to see. It's interesting how the dialogue changes when you get more hearts. It's like initially, Masaomi used to be like, nah I'm not free into yeah I'm free, and now he's just like let's go lol. I think the nicest change is that he used to leave to go somewhere else after their outing, but now he goes home with her. I think something that's nice to see is Masaomi "spoiling" her, like he doesn't do anything over the top, just simple stuff like buying her a strap, holding her bags etc, but I feel like because she's always lived only with her father, and now that he has a new partner, she's even more reserved towards not wanting to trouble others, so I think Masaomi treating her sweetly is nice. I find it so sweet how he understands her so well that he knows that she would feel bad about it, so he asks her to buy snacks for everyone in exchange. I love how Ema made a whole bunch of sandwiches on their zoo date, I love little picnics~ And it's so cute how she offered to make him lunch next time since he's always so busy with work that most of the time he just buys rice balls and sandwiches from the convenience store.

I'm so excited for their trip!! Lmao, I really want to see Ema's swimsuit now, considering how Subaru was so surprised by it, he told her to wear his jacket🤣 Aww playing with fireworks at the beach with Masaomi was nicee~ I think Masaomi really gives off that great big brother vibe that will ensure she'll never feel lonely, it's really heartwarming to see. Omggg there's the option to stay overnight in Masaomi's room now!! Not that anything happened (for now) since he just helped her study and she fell asleep there~ but it was really cute to know that Masaomi keeps all the letters he gets from his current and old patients, it's sweet that his room is "messy" because of it haha. Gotta love how Masaomi took his other futon to clean so now they have to share a futon lol, like how far away is Ema's room lolll! But anyway, it's fine I guess because it's cute~ It seems like from way back when he was a kid, Masaomi was already mature and stepped up to be the big brother that would help out his parents because they're so busy. I still wonder how he survives as a doctor if he nearly faints after seeing a little bit of blood lol, but yeah it's crazy how much of Masaomi's life revolves around his family. Even him choosing to be a doctor was because he wanted something stable, good income and have useful knowledge for taking care of his family if anything were to happen so that his parents wouldn't need to worry. He's such a good child. I found it so wonderful how Ema praised Masaomi for his work saying she could really see how much his patients really trust him and see how earnest he is with his work. Can't blame him for feeling so embarrassed hahahha. Okay, I'm dying at how sweet Masaomi's lines become. Now when you ask him on a date, he's like are you sure you want to spend your precious break day with me?! Hahaha, of course we do! And now when you ring his doorbell hoping to stay over, he looks forward to Ema being the one to ring it, I love it so much🥺 I find it so cute how he's more conscious of her staying over so late now hahaha. Omggg, he just asked if it was okay to share the same futon and Ema was like sure, awww that's so cuteee, they're practically together now lol. Omggg he confessed that he liked her when he thought she fell asleep! He even kissed her on the forehead! Awww!! I wonder how Ema will react now~

Kaname really loves to flirt with Ema allll the time doesn't he lol. Subaru blushing at Ema having baked his birthday cake for him is so cuteeee. Anyway omg, does everyone actually already like her?? Even Iori said he was happy that it was because Ukyo was busy so she ended up having to bake the cake and not because she wanted to since the beginning😮 Anyway, it was so cute how Masaomi said he wanted to be the first to congratulate her when she turns 20 (since they just came back from Subaru's 20th birthday), and okay, it seems like Ema lives kinda far from the guys?? Lol, I thought it was a shared house kinda thing. Anyway, their accidental kiss seeming led up to Masaomi giving her another kiss?! I feel like my heart was beating fast like Ema's lmao. LMAO when Masaomi offered a kid to ride on his shoulders to see the dolphin show properly (he even called himself an big brother/onii-san) and the kid still calls him an uncle/oji-san hahahaha. HAHAHA, I love how Ema readied herself to have Masaomi check her with a stethoscope (she was sick) since it feels embarrassing and she raised her clothes so high, he saw her bra or something lmao. LOL, Usa-tan sounds like an amazing doll that can shoot out stationery, record, be a calculator etc, like dang lolll. Omggg that Ema had to wear bunny cosplay for the school festival cafe, lmao when Yusuke saw it and was embarrassed lol. Ohhh, there's another older brother called Natsume who moved out of the mansion! I've lost track of how many there are honestly but Natsume is pretty good-looking. I'm so glad Azusa made Natsume apologise to Ema properly for being so rude to her when he didn't know who she was and reacted badly to her calling his name so familiarly. WHAT, TRIPLETS? Them being triplets is definitely a shock to me like whaaaat omg. Once again, impressed that Miwa had so many children and looks so good. I seeee, so Tsubaki and Azusa are identical but Natsume is fraternal oooo. Anyway, I was so shocked that I forgot to say I didn't even think about a wedding ceremony so I'm glad there is one for her father and Miwa hahaha. LOL when Miwa gave Ema the bouquet and told her if she likes any of her sons, she would help them hold the ceremony, like dang, she's already decided that she wants her new "daughter" to be like a true daughter loll. Gotta love it when your parents are supportive of you marrying your step brothers lolll. Anyway, seriously though, I guess that makes it easier for them later on with no parental drama haha.

It's so cute how Masaomi gives candy to Ema as a reward all the time hahaha. Well, Ema not being the real daughter of Rintaro was unexpected... I felt sorry for her when she found out and felt that she would be all alone if her dad told her the truth properly. I feel like Ema's always tried her best to be strong on her own because her dad was always busy, but he was family and she knew he would always be there because they're tied by such bonds so it was okay even if she was sad that she couldn't see him much, so I feel like her breaking down is understandable. I thought it was really sweet how Masaomi told her that he would always be by her side so she would never be alone, and that if she's still sad after talking to her dad, she can always go to him for help. It's sad that her parents died so early in her life, but I'm glad Rintaro decided to take care of her instead of leaving her all alone in some institution. It was also nice that Ema got to hear what she needed to hear, which was that even if they're not connected by blood, Ema is still his daughter, and I think it really helped her insecurities to hear her dad properly tell her that.

Lmaooo when Ema thought Hikaru was Kaname's girlfriend😂 On the other hand, I'm not sure what to think about Tsubaki and Kaname being "moe" to little sisters lolll, but I guess at least they're quite frank and obvious about Ema totally being their type lolll. Anyway, I guess now we've seen all the brothers! I knewww Miwa was going to ask Masaomi to go to an omiai but danggg. Especially since he's the oldest brother so I guess it was to be expected in his route. Awww I love how Masaomi so honestly told the girl he had someone he liked. I legit can't wait until they both tell each other their feelings, I'm so excited!! Lmaooo, Masaomi in a Santa Claus costume looks so funny hahaha. Awww he bought Ema a Christmas present!! It's nice that Masaomi gave Ema her very own Usa-tan! Anyway, omggg Azusa and Tsubaki are sooo close, it's actually kinda cute how much they love each other haha. I loved how Ema properly thanked all the guys during the Christmas party for looking for her when she ran away after realising her dad wasn't blood related to her, and I loved how they told her it was natural since she's family. When he hugged her thanking her for always encouraging him and supporting him, it was so cuteee, I love how much Ema loves seeing the serious Masaomi that dedicates himself to saving people however he can.

Masaomi is usually so tired from work, but I love how he's always like Ema is always welcome to visit his room! I think it was especially cute when Ema was about to go back knowing that he didn't get much sleep and she woke him up, but he knew that she wouldn't randomly just come to annoy him for nothing, so thankfully he got her to not feel like she was bothering him and gave him the chocolate~ Masaomi blushing is always the cutest~ Lmaooo Ema is like a pro gamer😂 I found it so funny how Subaru and Ema just told Yusuke to pick up items because he's weak😂 Awww Masaomi was sad that Ema didn't react to the pink heart necklace he gave her through Usa-tan! To be fair he did do it in a really roundabout way so I guess it's understandable that she didn't notice it, but luckily she did lol, so now she doesn't need to misunderstand that he thinks of her as just a kid. Ohhh, I thought Masaomi was just jealous that Ema was having fun with Subaru and them, but it was actually because he thought that Ema would probably have more fun and be more happy with a guy around her age and that's why he was sad🥺 I'm so happy that they both told each other their worries and how much they enjoyed their time together. Ema definitely was more brave to say she wanted to always stay beside him though haha. Lmao at Masaomi having eaten so many sweets at that shop he bought the white day presents for Ema loll. Anyway, I didn't realise Fuuto was actually like 2 years younger than Ema, considering how arrogant he seemed, I thought he was around the same age lol. Anyway, I obviously rose the wrong stuff and didn't get the best ending LOL. I was so sad when Masaomi was like, you'll always be my sister or something and it ended, and I was like excuse meeee!? Anyway, I redid the whole thing LOL. I knew that Masaomi had to get over the blood thing if something happened to Wataru so I'm glad Ema was there to kinda wake him up to do that haha. I missed out Ema in a kimono CG!! She was so beautiful!! And omggg, their wedding and expecting a baby endings were nice~ Definitely worth me going through all that again just to see it lol.

Overall, if you can ignore the fact that Masaomi is like 30 and Ema is 17, then this route was quite nice. Well, to be fair, the whole premise is a grey area so I guess the age gap shouldn't be a problem for most who decide to try this game haha. Anyway, I really liked Masaomi. He's like the oldest brother that's super caring about his family, but also a bit childish, maybe because he's kinda like Wataru's father lol. I thought Masaomi was the one who took care of most of the brothers but Masaomi got too busy with his job so that kinda fell on Ukyo instead, which I'm looking forward to in the future! But yeah, I really loved how kind, gentle and sweet Masaomi was all the time, and I really liked how much he had that nice older brother vibe that I super dig lol. You can say, he really soothed my heart LOL, like every time I spend some time going through the route, he always makes my heart warm and makes me smile because of how kind he is, and I just really loved that. I always love how he always takes interest in his patients' interests and does his best to understand them so he can better interact with these kids and make them have an easier time in the hospital. Anyway, I'm super proud of myself that I was able to finish this route in Japanese!! I probably didn't understand 100% of it, but I think I got most of it and I'm so happy about that! I probably spent wayyy too much time on the dictionary searching for kanji but I can definitely see the progress and I'm looking forward to finishing all the routes! It's still kinda crazy to me though, like I still remember once upon a time, I really wanted to play this game and honestly hoped for a localisation one day, but now I've given up and decided to just practise my Japanese with it instead lol. It's interesting how things have come to be, but I'm excited for the rest~

[chimtaesty]

fake friend 2

pairing: OT7 x reader | 1.7k words

plot: you have to take back what’s yours

a/n: hi there, i accidently deleted this post so here i am to post it again!

After all the shit they’ve done to you, you should’ve killed them right there and then together with their little slut. They hurt you multiple times, not taking the business serious they are in, which makes you sick to the core. You are on your way to the base to teach them a lesson. You wouldn’t accept the fact that Namjoon still wears the badge of the leader of the Mafia Organisation Venom. It doesn’t seem right and you won’t allow it. Your car bends and roars underneath your control as you arrive at the parking lot.

You turn the engine off and grab your gun. With one swift kick to the door you leave your car. As you walk towards the entrance you see their cars they are here, good. 

The door opens as soon as you kick it for someone to open up. The man bows to you and follows you submissively. You march in there just to interrupt Namjoons speech. He stops and his eyes widen as march towards him. The crowd parts and makes space for you to continue your walking. “Get down” you grunt towards Namjoon and he shakes his head. “I’m the leader” he barely whispers too afraid of what might comes next. You smirk and look at him with angry eyes. “Get down while i’m still friendly” he gulps and shakes his head once again. You chuckle and look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Y/N, calm down” Taehyung tries to grab onto your arm but you are fast to yank yourself free and shoot a few centimeters next to his right foot. “Back off, little bitch” you grunt. He backs off and lowers his head. 

You’ve always been a little bit harsh towards them, but it’s nothing compared to how you are acting now. You would’ve never dared to call your precious baby Taehyung a little bitch and almost shoot his foot to shreds but time changes people, right?

Namjoon steps back and leaves his spot for you. He scoots further to Jungkook to give you space and you nod in approval. You turn around towards your hundreds of members “My dear dumb assholes of members, listen up. Things are going to change around here. Namjoon is no longer in charge because he proved to not being able to lead The Venom how it should be lead so i am going to take his role and lead The Venom to be the biggest organization the world has ever seen. Does anyone have something against it?” You look at them and no one dares to say a word.

“Now that that’s settled, i would like to have a talk with the seven top members. The others can leave.” You jump down “Ah, Jeahyun. Please get my Mr.Yoon in the questioning room by three pm today. He still hasn’t paid his debt as Jimin assured he would last week” Jaehyun nods, bows to you and takes his leave. “You seven dipshits, come with me” you give Jungkook the angry side eye. They follow into the big conference room two corridors away from the big hall.

You lay your gun down on the big table as Jungkook clears his throat. “Was that really necessary, noona?” you blink angrily as you chuckle. “Guns on the table” you order with a bare whisper. They don’t react and remain stiff. “Lay your fucking guns on the table, I’m not going to repeat myself again” you grunt lowly. They lay their guns on the table with shaky hands. You sit yourself down next to Jimin. He gulps and lowers his head. “Noona, please” He pleads with a shaky whisper. “You know what’s funny? I sounded exactly the same when they had me on the floor beaten, wringing for air.” He sniffs he’s crying. “I’m not hurting you, if you’re worried about that. But you disgust me, i thought you should know that” Jimin slumbs down at you words, absorbed by his sobs. Taehyung watches you pushing Jimin away as you look down on Jungkook. “I would like you to accompany me with Mr.Yoon later” he nods “Gladly, Noona” you frown “Stop calling me that. I don’t like that anymore” And he  sniffles as well. You never said a harsh word to Jungkook, you always were his precious lovely Noona he could shed his heart to. He never imagined you could ever refuse him calling you his Noona.

“I’m not anyone's Noona anymore. I’m a leader now and i need you to see me as that. I moved my shit out of the villa too since i found a quite nice plac-”Why are you doing this?” your gaze snaps to Yoongi. Your left eyebrow lifts and you nod to yourself. “Well Yoongi, let me tell you. I’ve been left alone and abandoned and-”We know that and we are terribly sorry” you huff and stand up to leave to the end of the table. “No you are not. And the worst part about all of this isn’t that you forgot about the deal, it’s that you forgot about me!” You scream the last part, your voice breaking as you let the hurt feelings out. “You were ready to leave me dying for a girl who wanted to bring our hard work down. For a girl who was ready to kill me. And i can’t wrap my head around the fact that i’m just some person you wouldn’t even hesitate to kill.” Taehyung grunts with a whine.

In your furry you grab Jungkook’s gun and point it to your temple. Jungkook and Jimin reach for you with petrified looks. “What if i shot my brain out right now? Would you even mourn? Or would you tell yourself that it wasn’t your fault? I would shoot myself for you, i would kill every person on this godforsaken planet for you but you wouldn't do the same and that hurts. It eats me alive” if you weren’t crying by now, you for sure were now. Tears coat your cheeks as Yoongi’s wide eyes pent from the gun pointed to your head and your eyes over and over again. “Y/N, baby. But the gun down. You know, you’re wrong. I would bomb this whole universe just for you. I would give my all for you, and you know that. We are sorry for what we did and we can’t change that now but nothing changes when you pull that trigger. We need you.” He whispers as he reaches your side and you sink to the ground in a ball of sobs. 

Before his hands touch you, you jerk away “Don’t fucking touch me” you grunt. He takes a step back and complies. “I don’t any of you to touch me right now” you say under gritted teeth. Yoongi sighs and leaves you alone. You stand up as the doors fly open. A young man covered in blood and who knows what else body fluids, panting for air. “Where is Y/N?” He shouts and you turn around slowly reaching him with a dead stare. “The mission you sent us on was a suicide mission. All of my friends are dead and that’s your fault” He screams as he stumbles to where you are standing. You roll your eyes and grab the gun which graces Jimin’s hip. With one swift punch you send the man to the floor. He grunts and tries to shield his head but you were too fast as you punched down on him with such force that his nose cracked. The rage doesn’t step as the man reaches unconsciousness. You punch on his fragile form until his dead and the whole floor is covered in blood including your whole face and body. 

With shaky and uncontrollable breaths you hover over the dead body. You send the gun flying across the room. “Now you are too” you whisper with your throat going raw.

No one says a single word, too scared to spark another wave of anger.

But you turn your back to the other and get yourself some scotch which rested there on Namjoon’s table. You take the whole bottle and settle yourself on the top chair of the table. “Y/N” Jin whispers and you glare at him. “Why?” Jungkook whispers You chuckle, seemingly insane “You know baby, there’s a reason i survived that night. I’m the insane one of us and i won’t let anyone, not even Gaeun, come between us. I won’t move out, you can call me Noona and i’ll forgive you a little bit. But, i’ll stay as the leader and i want you to comply to my orders from now on. No one will ever be as good as me, ever. I hope that was clear” in unison “Yes” came back. “i’m sorry i was this harsh, we went through too much for a little bitch to come between us. And Tae, i’m sorry for what i said and the shot.” you smile. 

You down the rest of the alcohol and walk towards Taehyung. “Give me a hug, baby.” you whisper but he takes a step back “You’re gross” you roll your eyes. “I hugged you when you fell into a pit of intestins you idiot, give me a hug” he chuckles and gives you one. “Promise me to never forget me ever again” Tae nods and strokes your back. “The next thing i want is Yixing’s head in my hands” you fume. Hoseok chuckles next to you while Namjoon hugs the both of you. With your eyebrows knitted together you turn around “And for the love of god, please get the body out of here” you shout and Jimin laughs at you. “I suggest you clean yourself too, than we can plan how to rip their asses apart” you nod.

Anger still lingered and maybe that would never change but you would never be able to push your family away, never ever would you be able to turn your back to those seven men. You would die with them in battle or live with them until you drop dead. That was the only option there was and the only you would ever accept.

[reject-princess97]

Jay Halstead- Chicago PD (Part 2)

"Where is he?"

"Close to Jay's appointment, it looks like he's waiting. There is an old abandoned building across the street. You dad was seen entering that building a few times today." Hank explained and I sucked in a deep breath.

"He knows you're here, he's waiting to see of I come home with you." I guessed.

"Jay come on, we can end this today." Hank insisted.

"I'm coming too." I stood up.

"What, no you're not." Jay argued but I ignored him.

"Hank, please, I have to be there." I told him.

"Do you still have you vest?"

"In my trunk." I nodded.

"Boss, you can't be serious?" Jay asked in disbelief.

"Her being there could be enough of a surprise to get the edge over him."

"He knows she's here, how is that a surprise?"

"Because if my dad was smart, and he is, he would have researched everyone on this team. Mostly you." I explained. Jay looked at me still not understanding.

"Jay, he knows you and he knows that you wouldn't let me go into a fight. Even now after a month after I broke your heart. He knows that I won't be there." Jay seemed to understand but he shook his head.

"Please, Y/N just, think about this. You've just sent blood tests off to confirm a pregnancy, you can't go running into a gun fight when there is a possibility you're carrying our child." He insisted.

"I'm sorry Jay, but I'm going in. That man has made my life hell for the first 24 years of my life. He killed my mum, my sister and older brother. He beat me everyday and when I had finally had enough I sent his ass to prison.

Then I left it all behind. I joined the CDP, I found a new family and I fell in love. I was happy, I was free and I was three months away for marrying the man I loved."I smiled sadly.

"Then he fucked all that up by threatening what family I had left."

"Y/N..." Jay began again but I shook my head.

"Jay, look at me." I told him and he turned, facing me. I looked up into his eyes.

"My dad is the worst type of man. He has made my life hell long enough. When we find him and I do me WE, I am going to be the one to pull the trigger and end it all." I told him.

"Then I am going to come back to Chicago for good and I am go fix everything my father broke."

I then grabbed me keys and bag then left. Hank and Jay following me.

I walked out of Med and over to my car where I pulled out my bullet proof vest, my CPD issued gun and my badge. I strapped my gun to my back, die hard style, and I pulled my vest over my head.

"Let's do this." I demanded.

"You're driving with me." Jay insisted and I nodded.

"Fine."

The car ride to the apartment we short and quiet until Jay finally spoke up.

"You said you were coming home when this is over." Jay began and I nodded.

"Yeah."

"Are you coming back to Chicago. Or are coming back to...back to me." He asked as he pulled up around the corner from where we spent the last two years living.

"Jay, I..." I began but I heard a gun shot and I duct, Jay too.

"Well, well, well...if it isn't my disobedient daughter." I heard a voice call. I looked to see my dad and three of his goons.

"If it isn't my murdering bastard father." I shot back.

"Step forward, let me get a look at you?" He instructed and I shook my head. Then the three goons aimed their guns at Jay and I stepped forward.

"What's the matter sweetheart. Don't you trust me?" My dad grinned evilly "losses the gun...and the vest. I shook my head but when I saw one of the three cock his gun I obeyed.

""Y/N stop!" Jay yelled but I ignored him.

"Its OK baby. That vest doesn't quiet sit right on you anyway." My dad encouraged. I through the vest and gun to the ground before I held up my hands.

"What do you want from me?" I asked but my dad shrugged.

"I want to ruin your life, like you ruined my when you gave me up to he police."

"I was 24 year old girl who still got beat on by her dad when she did something wrong. I watched you beat my brother to near death almost every night. I watched you kill my mum, my big brother AND my sister. I did what I had to do to keep me and my baby brother safe." I growled.

It was quiet for a minute the I saw the three goons on my dads side drop to the floor...CPD must be up on the roof.

My dad looked around confused. Then he grabbed his own gun and aimed it at me.

"You.. you no good, whore. What you think because you joined the CPD you were safe. Because you have a cop boyfriend I wouldn't find you. I have had my eye and killing you since the day I was locked up and now my day is finally here." My dad smirked.

"The next few seconds happened in slow motion. I watched his finger cock the gun and I reached backwards and grabbed the gun taped to my back. I pulled it over my head and with one clean shot I shot him inbetween the eyes.

Then everything stopped. The air got thick and I couldn't breath. I fell to the floor and tried my best to catch my breath.

"Y/N?...Y/N!" I heard Jay call but his voice sounded quiet and far away.

My breath was struggled and I chest was heavy.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He asked and I looked up into Jay's eyes and for the first time in a month I smiled a real genuine smile.

"Jay, hey." I smiled up at him, feeling like I was all spacey.

"Are you OK?"

"It's over...it's all over." I felt tears run down my face and I felt a huge weight lifted of my shoulders.

"Yeah, it is." He chuckled as he lifted me up and wrapped an arm around my waist as he helped me steady myself.

"Thanks." I chuckled as I rested my head on his shoulder.

He walked me over to his car and sat me on the hood.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." He told me and I nodded. He kissed my fore head and ran off towards the commotion of people that had arrived without me realising.

I sat quite for a minute, watching Jay talk to various members of our team then finally he wondered over to Gabby.

Then I had a thought, I pulled out my phone and dialled my brothers number and waited. It was a while before he picked up and I felt myself tense up.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby bro." I sighed down the phone as once I heard his voice.

"Y/N, where are you? you were supposed to meet me here." My brother stuttered and I chuckled.

"It's over baby bro, you can go home."

"It's over?" He asked relief evident in his voice.

"Yeah, dad's dead." I told him. I could feel the weight lifting from both our shoulders as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened?"

"He came after Jay and we found him before he could harm anyone."

"Good, I'm glad Jay's OK." My brother chuckled.

"Did you get things sorted between you two then?" He asked and I looked over to Jay who was talking to Gabby, my best friend and paramedic.

"I'm working on it kid." I smiled as Jay looked over and we locked eyes. He smiled back and I blushed a little.

"Good, I liked him, he was good to you. He made you happy." I smiled at my brothers reaction and nodded.

"Trust me kid, you have no idea." I smiled as I laid my hand on my belly that could potentially hold a baby.

"Listen, I have to go back to the hospital, see Will and figure out what happens next. Call me when you get home OK?" I ordered and my brother chuckled.

"I will do, love you sis."

"Love you too."

With that we hung up and I jumped of the hood of the car and walked over to Jay and Gabby who pulled me into I tight hug.

"I knew you wouldn't leave with out a good reason too." She told me once we pulled away. "I'm glad your back." She smiled.

"Glad to be back." I nodded before I turned to Jay. "We need to go back and see Will." I reminded him and he nodded.

"I'll text him, tell him to come to my...our place." He told me and I nodded taking his hand and walking over to our apartment building.

I followed Jay up to our floor and waited for him to unlock the door.

Jay opened the door and I was really surprised to find everything was the same. Nothing had been changed.

I walked into the apartment and ran my fingers across the wall, the sofa, the table, the photo of Jay and I will had taken the night we got engaged.

"I was so happy." I sighed picking the picture up, a tear rolling down my face.

"We had everything ahead of us, a whole happy life that had endless possibilities." I set the photo down and wiped the tears away, reminding myself that that was gone now.

"That's over now." I huffed sitting on the sofa.

"It doesn't have to be." Jay spoke up. I looked up in surprise.

"No Jay..." I began but I was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Jay walked over and opened the door to see Will stood there holding a piece of paper.

"You guys OK?" Will asked and I nodded, Jay shrugged.

"That depends on what you me by OK?" Jay spoke. Will and I looked at him confused so he continued.

"Will this morning started pretty normal, well normal for the past month." He started and I looked down guilty at my hands. "I got into work, I worked a case. Then I got a call from my dumb ass brother."

"Hey...that's me, I'm the dumb ass brother!" Will joked holding his hand up making the tension in the room dissipate a little.

"I go the the hospital to fine my ex fiance who walked out on me a month ago only to find out she didn't leave she was ran out if town."

"Jay.." I began but Jay only flung himself in the sofa next to me.

"Oh, and she might be pregnant."

"You OK Bro?" Will asked concerned. It was quiet for a second while Jay thought about it then he nodded.

"You know what, even after all that's happened today...I feel better than this morning. I finally have a reason as to why Y/N left and she's back." For some reason he seemed like he was on cloud nine.

Jay grabbed my hand in his and pulled it up to his lips, placing a kiss in the back.

I smiled up at him a little and he smiled back. It felt as if nothing had changed in the last month. It was just us and no body else.

That was until Will cleared his throat.

"You guys do remember I have news, right?"

"Right yeah, sorry." Jay chuckled.

"So?" I looked up at the Dr who nodded. He looked down at the paper and smiled.

"Congratulations,  I'm gonna be an uncle." I smiled as he handed me the paper and I read over the results.

"Are you serious?" I asked shocked and he nodded.

Without even thinking I grabbed Jay and kissed him, hard. I felt right, like it was what had been missing for s long time and in truth it was.

"I'll leave you two to talk."

"Thank you will." I smiled up at him as i pulled away. He nodded slightly then left the apartment.

"So..." I began but was interrupted by Jay's lips against mine.

"I'm gonna be a dad."

"Yeah, you are." I agreed.

"Are you staying?" He asked, pulling back from me a little and I saw the fear in his eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere, ever again.." I assured him as I ran my hand though his hair. "When I left, I had every intention of finding my dad and ending the madness just so I could come back and marry you like I had always planned." I smiled.

"That is if you still want me, I know what I did was shitty and that you might not want to now and I get that." I sighed, remembering life wasn't just gonna go back to normal.

"Do you still have the ring?" He asked and I nodded, pulling out the ring that hung on a chain around me neck. Jay held his hand out as I pulled the chain and placed the ring into his hand.

"You're back for good right?"

"I have nowhere I'd rather be."

"Then will you Y/N put this ring back on and be my fiance again?"

"Are you sure?" I asked a little sceptically. Jay just nodded and took my hand.

"I am, but know this..." he began as he slid the ring back onto my finger. "This ring is NEVER to leave this finger again." He informed me and I nodded.

"Wouldn't dream of it." I grinned back before he crashed his lips to mine once again, this time with no intention of stopping.

[bamby0304]

The Hart III: Secrets

Chapter 17: Not So Supernatural

Series Masterlist

Summary: Three months… Dean was gone for three months and now he’s back. He’s back and he truly has no idea how much things have changed. Life moved on while Dean was in Hell, and now things are complicated. With new faces and troubles right around the corner, will the trio find a way to come back together? Or has all hope been lost?

Warnings: Angst. Violence.

Bamby

DPOV

Sam was fast asleep, laid out on the back seat, while Liz was curled up beside me, leaning against her door. I sat behind the wheel, parked off the road and behind some bushes, looking over some papers in front of me, using a torch to help me see what I was reading.

Sam stirred. "What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" I asked without looking away from my work.

"Like you're looking for a job."

"Yahtzee."

Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he looked over at me. "We just finished a job like two hours ago."

I shrugged. "Adrenaline's still pumping, I guess. So, what do you think..." I showed him the papers. "Cedar Rapids, Tulsa, or Chi-Town?"

He let out a frustrated sigh. "I am all for working. I really am. But you got us chasing cases nonstop for like a month now. We need sleep."

"Yeah, we can sleep when we're dead," I mumbled, getting back to reading.

"You're exhausted, Dean."

"I'm good," I insisted.

"No, you're not. You're running on fumes, and you can't run forever."

Putting the torch and papers down, I turned to him. "And what am I running from?"

"From what you told Lizzie and me," he answered shortly. "Or are we pretending that never happened?"

Ignoring his question, I picked a case myself. "Stratton, Nebraska. Farm town. A man gets hacked to death in a locked room inside a locked house. No signs of forced entry."

Sighing, knowing there was no way he was going to get an answer from me, he shrugged. "Sounds like a ghost."

"Yes, it does."

With yet another sigh, he flopped back down to get back to sleep.

EPOV

I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I hurried up the porch stairs of the large farmhouse, lifting my hand to open the door with my mind effortlessly. Entering the house, I came to a stop in the foyer as I took it all in.

As Sam and Dean came to stand beside me Sam looked down at me, confused and amused. "How can you be excited so excited? It's like you're addicted to hunting lately."

I gave a short and simple shrug. "You don't get it, Sam. Things were slow before. Now there's constant action. I love it."

We'd been busy for the last few weeks since I'd joined the Winchesters again. Tristan hadn't come back from Canada yet, so I'd spent all my time with the brothers. We'd gone from case to case, hardly stopping for breaks. Hell, we'd only just finished a job less than twenty-four hours ago.

Sam did have a point though. I knew he was running on fumes, and Dean was barely keeping up his I'm-perfectly-fine-there's-nothing-to-see-here bullshit. But I was fine. Give me a couple of hours sleep here and there, a few decent meals, and I was as energetic as ever. Of course, I had a secret weapon...

My pills.

When Tristan had given them to me, it was because I'd been dealing with the loss of Dean. Since then, I'd kind of become dependent on them. They helped me focus my attention, energy, emotions, everything. They made me feel good.

The fact I'd started taking more of them... well that helped too. Before I would take one or two a day. Now, it was more like five or six. They just made me feel so much better about everything.

Walking into the living room, I ran my finger over the mantle above the fireplace.

"Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. This place is gonna sell like hotcakes," Dean joked.

Continuing through, we headed for the kitchen, each of us moving to check the cupboards. As I opened a few, I found nothing. Literally. Not even a speck of dust.

"Hey, check this out." Dean caught Sam's and my attention as he knocked on the wall where there appeared to once have been a hole which was now covered.

I moved over to it, running my hand over the painted drywall covering the old hole. "We thinking a dumbwaiter?" I asked, turning to Sam.

He nodded. "All these old houses had them."

Dean looked between the two of us, mumbling something under his breath that I didn't quite catch.

"What?" Sam asked him.

"What?" Dean repeated, playing dumb.

"You said-" Sam started, but cut himself short. "Never mind." Shaking his head, he left the room, Dean and I following him.

We looked in all the rooms, finding nothing in all of them. When we finally reached the bedroom where the murder had taken place, we were surprised to see how perfectly clean it was.

"Well, no bloodstains, fresh coat of paint, it's a bunch of bubkes," Dean noted.

Sam- with his EMF reader out- nodded to the machine in his hand. "Needle's all over the place."

Heading over to the window, Dean took a look outside. "Yeah. Power lines."

"Great," Sam sighed, putting the EMF reader away.

I walked over to the closet, smiling at the brothers as I opened it. Turning to take a look inside, I let out a startled gasp at what I found.

"What is it?" Dean hurried over, followed by Sam. They looked over my shoulders and into the closet, seeing the doll head on the floor. "Well, that's super-disturbing," Dean noted, stating the obvious.

"Think it got left behind?" Sam asked.

Dean and I looked at him questioningly, but it was Dean who spoke. "By who? Unless Bill Gibson likes to play with doll heads."

The sound of a car approaching the house caught our attention. The three of us moved to the window to see a car and a moving truck headed this way, coming down the driveway.

"Uh-oh." Sam basically covered how I was feeling.

"I thought you said this place was still for sale," Dean commented as we watched the vehicles park.

Sam shook his head. "Apparently, it's not."

DPOV

Liz, Sam and I hurried down the porch steps and moved over to the man who was stepping up to us. It was obvious he and the woman were married, the two kids theirs. As for the other guy, my money was on uncle.

"Can I help you?" the father asked us.

"Hi. Are you the new owner?" I smiled.

"Yeah." the father nodded. "You guys are...?"

"This is Mr Stanwyk and Miss Walker. I'm Mr Babar," I introduced as the three of us pulled out some badges. "County code enforcement."

The father looked at the badges, confused. "We had the building inspected last week. Is there a problem?"

"Asbestos in the walls, a gas leak," Sam answered shortly. "Yeah, I'd say we got a problem."

"Asbestos?" The mum stopped unpacking the car as she stood with her daughter and the uncle. "Meaning what?"

"Meaning until this house is up to code, it's uninhabitable," Sam explained.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." The father shook his head, not liking that answer. "You're saying we can't stay here?" He gestured to the house.

"It's a health hazard." I shook my head at him. "You don't want to."

The uncle stepped forward then, just as unhappy and disappointed as everyone else. "Hold up. We just drove four hundred miles."

"There's a motel just down the road," I noted. "Till this gets cleaned up, I suggest you stay there."

The father crossed his arms over his chest defiantly. "All right, and what if we don't?"

"Well, you get a fine or you go to jail." I shrugged. "Pick your poison."

Looking up at me, shaking her head, Liz took a step closer to the father. "Look, I understand that this is an inconvenience and that you and your family want to get settled into your new home. But this place isn't safe right now, and if you stay, you'll be putting them in danger."

I didn't know how she did it. She could be the biggest bad-ass I knew one moment, outsmart Sam the next, and to top it off, she could be gentle and understanding. It didn't matter what the circumstances were, chances are she could empathise with people and get on their good side.

Looking from Liz to Sam and I, and then to the house, the father sighed. "One night." He turned to his family. "One night, and I'll take care of everything, ASAP, I promise."

"Yeah, you do that," I mumbled to myself.

The daughter's jaw dropped at her father's decision. "Another motel? Awesome, Dad. I hope this one has hooker sheets, like the last one."

Wow, harsh.

SPOV

We stood at the front door of Mrs Curry's trailer. She used to be the victim's- Mr Gibson's- cleaner. She had apparently found the body, so if there was ever anyone to go talk to, she was it. Hopefully, she could shed some light on what we might be dealing with.

"What did the room look like when you found it, Mrs Curry?" I asked as Lizzie, Dean and I stood outside the trailer home, looking at Mrs Curry through the security door.

"I already told the local boys, there was blood everywhere."

"And Mr Gibson?" Dean questioned. "Where was he?"

"Everywhere."

Dean, Lizzie and I shared a look before I turned back to Mrs Curry, going on with the questioning. "How long have you been cleaning Mr Gibson's house?"

"About five years."

"So, you knew him pretty well," Dean commented.

But Mrs Curry corrected him. "Well, not really well. He was real private. Not the easiest man. Not that I blame him."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"His wife dies in childbirth. Daughter hangs herself in the attic twenty years later. I'd be bitter, too," she explained. "I think I got some pictures." Pushing off the wall by the door, she disappeared around the corner for a moment before coming back. "Here." She opened the door and handed the two pictures over to Dean.

"Thanks." Dean nodded to her as Lizzie and I leaned to take a look. One of the pictures was of a schoolgirl, and the other was of a man and woman in front of the farmhouse. "Can we keep these?"

Mrs Curry shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Looking away from the pictures, I turned back to Mrs Curry. "Now, why'd the daughter kill herself?"

"I don't know. That was before my time."

"Did you ever notice anything odd in the house when you were cleaning it?" Dean asked as he tucked the photos into the pocket of his suit.

"Like what?"

"Did any of the lights flicker? Things move around? Did you feel like you were being watched?" Lizzie elaborated. "Anything out of the ordinary."

"No." Mrs Curry shook her head. But after a moment she frowned as if remembering something. "Well, maybe there was one thing."

"What's that?" I asked, hoping she might have something that will help with the case. So far, we didn't have much.

"Well, sometimes, I thought I heard like a... rustling in the walls."

"Like a rat?"

She gave a short nod at Dean's question. "Yeah."

"Must have been some big sons of guns out there, huh?" he chuckled lightly.

Mrs Curry shrugged. "Wouldn't know. Never saw any."

"Do you happen to know where Mrs Gibson and her daughter were buried?" I asked.

"They were both cremated."

EPOV

We were headed back to the farmhouse. After talking to Mrs Curry, we couldn't decide who's ghost we were dealing with. Only way to actually get rid of this ghost then, was to search the house and find whatever was keeping it back.

"Crap." Dean sighed as he pulled up on the road, looking over at the house. The lights were on. The family had stayed. "So, what now?

Sam shrugged. "We could tell them the truth."

Both Dean and I turned to him, surprised. "Really?" we asked at the same time.

Sam gave a short laughing, shaking his head. "No, not really."

"Well, then we wait." Dean turned to look over at the house again. "Once the lights are out... we'll do as much as we can. But there's no way we can just leave them on their own."

Sighing, I leaned into the seat, resting my head back as I pulled out my pills and took two. If we had to wait, I wasn't going to do it with nothing in my system.

It wasn't long after that when we all heard a scream.

Before I even had the chance to sit up again, Dean had Baby running, and speeding for the driveway.

...

Dean pounded his fist on the door. A moment later the uncle opened it. We didn't even wait before we barged past him and into the house, heading for the living room where the rest of the family were. The daughter was freaking out while everyone else was freaking out.

"We heard screams," Dean explained as we came to a stop in the room. "What's going on?"

The father turned on us. "Oh, you three! Did you touch my daughter?!"

"What?" Dean frowned- as did Sam and I. "No."

"Who are you guys?" the father demanded, clearly not believing him.

"Relax, please," Sam told them. "You have a ghost."

The father rolled his eyes. "A ghost."

"I told you!" the daughter exclaimed.

"It's the girl!" the son added.

But the dad clearly wasn't having any of it. "Both of you, relax." He turned back to Sam, Dean and I. "What are you guys playing?"

"Your family's in danger," Dean tried to explain. "You need to get out of the house now."

As if on cue, all the lights in the house turned off, leaving us in the dark.

"What the hell?" the uncle spoke from behind the brothers and me.

"Nobody move!" Dean yelled, needing to keep everyone together.

But at the sound of a dog crying out in pain, the son called out. "Buster!"

Then, without hesitation, the dad ran off, headed for the front door.

"Does no one understand the meaning of, 'Nobody move'?" I rolled my eyes, following as everyone else ran after the father.

Listening out for the dog's cries, calling out his names, all of us run down the porch steps and around the house, only to come to a halt as we neared the vehicles. On the ground as a dark, wet trail that led to the truck. On the back of the truck, in big, bold, bloody letters were the words, 'Too Late'.

"Buster!" the little boy cried out again.

The father turned to his family. "Go back inside. Go!" Once his family were gone, he turned to Dean, Sam and I.

"We are not the bad guys, but you're in danger," Dean tried to explain once again.

Sam nodded. "First thing's first. You got to get your family out of here."

DPOV

We'd gathered the family from inside the house and brought them back out, headed for the cars as I told them what to do. "Head to the motel I was talking about. You'll be safe there."

"What are you two gonna do?" Brian- the father- asked.

But before I could answer, we reached Baby and came to a stop. "Oh, no! Oh, come on! Oh, come on!" All her tires had been slashed.

Sam hurried around to look in the trunk. "Dude, the guns are gone. So is the... basically, everything is gone."

Ted- the uncle- came around from checking the truck. "Truck's no good."

Brian moved to take a look at his car as well. "Both tires slashed."

Frustrated and pissed, I yelled out. "What kind of ghost messes with a man's wheels?!"

The daughter- Kate- was freaking out. "What's going on? What's going on?" she asked, looking around frantically before she suddenly screamed. "She's there! She's there!"

Susan- the mother- hurried over to Kate. "Where?!"

"She was right there in the woods!" Kate pointed out at the tree line surrounding the house.

Sam and Liz came over to stand with me, my voice low. "What's a ghost doing outside?"

"I don't know." Liz shook her head.

"You want to stay and find out?" Sam had a good point.

"Everybody inside," I ordered.

Ted turned to me, the look on his face telling me he thought I was nuts. "Are you crazy? We need to get the hell out of here!"

"In what?! This ghost is hunting us! Everybody back inside now! Move!"

EPOV

In the dining room, Sam and I moved around the family on opposite sides, pouring salt down to make a circle, to keep everyone safe.

"Whatever's outside, it can't get in this circle," Dean explained as he crouched down by the fire in the fireplace, iron rod in hand. "As long as the salt line is unbroken, this is the safest place to be."

"Safe from ghosts?" Brian still didn't believe us.

"Yes, as a matter of fact," Dean answered shortly, getting annoyed.

I didn't blame him really, but it's not like we didn't deal with non-believers like this all the time.

"Okay, I'm not listening to this anymore." Brian moved to grab his family and leave. "Come on. I got to get my family out of here. Let's go."

Dean stood with a frustrated sigh. "Nobody's going anywhere until we kill this thing."

"Sir, please." Sam got in Brian's way. "This is what we do. Just... trust us."

"You hunt ghosts?" Danny- the son- asked, a small smile playing on the corner of his lips.

As much as I could relate to the excitement he felt, I also felt the need to do whatever it takes to keep the kid from thinking this is a way to live. Sam and Dean, they were pulled into the life just like me. Through tragedy. Living like this was hard, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

"That's right." Dean nodded. The look on his face told me he felt the same way.

Danny's smile widened. "Like Scooby-Doo?"

Dean chuckled lightly. "Better."

"You saw her outside, right?" Sam asked Kate as he pulled out the photos we got from Mrs Curry. "Okay. Does she look like either one of the girls?"

Kate took a quick look before pointing to one of the pictures. "Her. She was paler and a lot dirtier, but that was her."

Danny took gave the pictures a glance as well. "That's the girl in the walls."

Sam turned to Dean and I. "So it's the daughter?"

"That girl in the picture... she- she's dead?" Susan asked.

"She, um... she killed herself. In this house." I explained. It's not like you can give that kind of news gently. Looking behind me, I noticed the brothers talking in hushed tones a few steps away.

As I moved over to join them, I heard Sam. "Unless her spirits just attached to something inside the house."

"She hung herself in the attic, right?" Dean asked, looking from his brother to me.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"You two want to babysit? I'll check it out," Sam offered.

Before Dean or I could answer, Ted came over to us. "Look, I don't care who hung themselves where. Maybe something is going on here, but-"

Dean cut him off, "It's a spirit, man."

"No, it's just some backwoods hillbilly bitch, and I'm not about to sit around here waiting for her to go all Deliverance on my ass."

"Well, nobody's leaving the house."

"Stop me." Turning, Ted started to leave.

Dean grabbed Ted and pushed him against the wall. "Listen, man. I've got a gun. You don't get your ass back in that circle, you're gonna have yourself a third hole," he warned before letting him go and stepping back to Sam and me.

"Dude, you don't have a gun," Sam noted, voice low so no one else heard.

"And?" Dean shrugged. "I'm not letting that bastard or anyone else die tonight."

Sam looked a little concerned for his brother. "You cool?"

Dean gave a short nod. "Go."

With one last look at his brother, Sam then left to head for the attic.

Once Sam was gone, I stepped forward to rest a hand on Dean's shoulder. "You sure you okay?"

"I'm fine, Liz," he assured me.

...

Dean and I were pacing in the circle while Brian, Susan, Kate and Danny were huddled together, and Ted was playing with the salt. I was watching him though, making sure he didn't ruin the line. If he did, I'd make sure he regretted it. There was no way I was letting his family get hurt.

"Hey, Fonzie." Ted stood and turned to Dean, a smile playing on his lips. "Question for you." He gestured to the circle. "This indestructible force field made out of salt... have to be kosher stuff, or what?"

Susan rolled her eyes. "Knock it off, Ted."

A moment later, we all heard the sound of something rattling and moving...

"What was that?" Kate asked, voice shaking with fear.

All eyes were scanning the room, waiting and watching until we saw it. A door opened as a girl stepped out of the shadows. She was practically skin and bones, skin grey, hair a tattered mess.

"All right, everybody stay calm," Dean told the family as he and I stood in front of them protectively. "She's a ghost. She can't come in the circle."

We watched as the ghost continued to move closer, step by step, taking her time. As she neared the salt, I waited for her to stop. But when she didn't, when she crossed the line, even I started freaking out a little.

"I thought you said ghosts couldn't cross the circle," Kate cried out.

"They can't." Dean lifted his arm to pull me behind him protectively. "She's not a ghost."

"Shoot her!" Ted yelled. "Shoot her!"

"Yeah, about that..." Dean turned to me as the girl screamed and lunged for us. "Go, go, go!" He turned back to her in time, grabbing her arm and keeping her at bay. "Take them! Move!" he yelled.

I didn't hesitate, knowing Dean had a better chance of fighting the girl off than the family did. While he dealt with her, I took the family to the porch. "Split up, into groups. Hide and don't move until we come find you," I ordered before turning and running back into the house.

Dean was fighting with the girl, who apparently had a knife I hadn't noticed before. She pushed him to the ground and lifted the weapon, going for the kill.

"No!" I screamed, throwing her across the room.

"Lizzie?!" Sam hurried down the stairs, catching my attention for the briefest of seconds, but it was long enough for the girl to disappear.

Bamby

[ohnomybreadsticks]

So all the way back in August I wrote two parts of a little dog walker AU - G9 and Hankcon. I told @connorssock there was going to be an Allen60 part and then life kinda kicked my ass...but here it is, as promised! One grumpy sibling, coming right up! ;D

cw: if you don’t like snakes, there is mention of them here and a brief description, so this may not be your cup of tea

--

Sixty was quietly glaring at both of his brothers as they fussed around the house. It was Saturday, which was all of their day off. Which should mean it was a day for relaxing and watching dumb movies all together. That’s how it always used to be. Somehow though, both of his brothers had turned into morons the minute they met a guy who would give them the time of day. Neither of the guys in question were even relatively worthy of his brothers, in Sixty’s opinion. Tiny yelling man and big unkempt man were not exactly what he had in mind for his incredible siblings. It definitely wasn’t that he was feeling left out and left behind now that they both had...well, not quite official boyfriends, but close enough to be terrible. 

Another pointed sigh left Sixty’s lips as Connor fussed in front of the mirror to make sure that his new shirt looked okay. It did, of course, although Sixty wouldn’t have been caught dead in that shade of blue. They may have been twins, but he had the better taste of the family. “Oh come off it Sixty, stop being such a grump.” Niles said, glancing over at him from where he was checking to make sure the picnic basket was packed, “We already told you we want you to come with us to the shelter. It’s not like we’re ditching your or anything. We just know you hate the outdoors and also Hank and Gavin, so you’re not invited to the picnic afterwards.”

“But I don’t like animals either!” Sixty whined, giving up the pretense of not being upset over the direction today was taking. That got an eye roll from both of his brothers, who had been brainwashed into caring about furry pests by their boyfriends. The fur made Sixty sniffle, and he hated how clingy that stupid little dog Connor was taking care of was. Who needed that much attention all the time?? When there was no response from either of his brothers though, Sixty realized that he had really run out of chances. If he didn’t go with them he’d be left behind for real. Biting back the sting of that realization, he spat out “Fucking fine. I’ll go. But I’m not going to be nice to either of your stupid boys.” 

Which was how, unfortunately, Sixty found himself at the local animal shelter, idly glaring at the collection of cats in cages. Connor and Hank were off with Sumo no doubt making doe eyes at each other and blushing or something, and Gavin had dragged Niles away to look at some particularly pathetic rescue dog. Fitting, Sixty thought, for a pathetic rescue himself. He sighed again, this time more dejectedly since no one was around to hear him. Just all these little mewling furballs, which were already making his nose itch. Eyeing them suspiciously, Sixty wandered to the end of the room and leaned on the door there. Probably just a supply closet, and besides he was here alone.

Or so he thought, until the door behind him budged open and Sixty was forced to straighten up with an offended yelp. “Watch it!” He said, crossing his arms and already glaring at whoever had dared to disturb his moping. The man who emerged didn’t look fazed at all, even though his was a good few inches shorter than Sixty and thus had to tilt his chin up to give him a perplexed look. “You’re the one who should watch it. This is a working door.” He replied, gesturing at the label Sixty had missed - ‘Exotic Animals’. 

“Psh. Exotic animals. What’re those, animals with little stripper heels on?” Sixty sneered, giving the man in front of him a good once over. He was shorter, obviously, but stocky and clearly well muscled. The uniform helped, Sixty thought snootily, probably bulking him out with that dumb bullet proof vest. “Or are they such dangerous animals that you have to show up in full riot gear, Mr. Allen.” Sixty added, reading the last name off the clear name badge embroidered on the uniform. Allen simply chuckled and shrugged off both of the barbs. “I mean, I’d be impressed if you managed to get these little guys into stripper heels.” He said, clearly amused by the idea, “And as for the uniform, I’m on my lunch break. Didn’t exactly think I needed to look like a bum to visit the animal shelter.”

Sixty feigned a gasp, but he had to admit he hadn’t exactly dressed his best for today. He was going to have to wash these clothes anyways later, what with all the pet dander, so he was in a simple T-shirt and jeans. “Fine, I was wrong.” He admitted through gritted teeth, “Now are you going to tell me what the fuck an exotic animal is?” Instead of answering, Allen opened the door and gestured for Sixty to go in, which he did with some trepidation. If he got abducted or murdered or whatever he was going to kill Connor and Niles for it. But instead of stepping into a murder room or a strip club, Sixty found himself in a dim room filled with tanks. Lots and lots of tanks, some of which were bathed in warm golden light from the heat lamps inside them.

“My team did a raid on a drug dealer - turns out the dude had a thing for snakes. I just came to check on them and see how the little devils were doing here in the shelter.” Allen explained, but Sixty was barely listening. He had drifted closer to one of the tanks where a snake was simply sitting and sunning itself on a big rock, tongue lazily flicking in and out. “This...you can have these as pets?” He asked, looking back at Allen with an embarrassing amount of wonder in his eyes. He had never known that pets could actually be cool animals. This snake didn’t give a shit that he was here, it was just enjoying itself. It was perfect.

Allen laughed at that, and his smile made the corners of his eyes crinkle up. Sixty wasn’t sure why he noticed that. “I mean, hell yeah. I’ve got a few lizards at home myself, although I’ve never dabbled in snakes. They’re pretty chill, if you care for them the right way.” Something in Sixty’s chest was tight and warm at that description, and he turned back to the snake in its tank with the beginnings of a smile himself. Pretty chill if you cared for them the right way. Yeah. He felt, rather than saw, the way that Allen was watching him take in the snake, but he found he didn’t mind all that much.

It took half an hour, but by the time the three brothers walked out of the shelter, Sixty was carrying Sir Hiss in his new carrier and practically beaming. Connor was trying to hold back his own smile, while Niles kept throwing distressed looks at the box. But Sixty didn’t care. He had a new pet, one that would hang out with him while he was home and not care if he wasn’t the best conversationalist. And on top of that, he had the card of a certain ‘Captain Allen - SWAT Team Specialist’ in his pocket. You know, for advice on reptiles.

[ain-t-bovvered]

SEASON 14 FINALE

bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies  (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon  (Kat)  

@waywardbaby  (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered  (Giulia)

     * MASTERLIST of season 14 commentary *

CRY WITH US

Giulia: JOHN

Kat: THE FEELS OFF THE BAT

Giulia: OH THERE IT IS

Zee: Carry on.

Zee: Perfect

Giulia: DONT Y CRY NO MOOORE *air drumming*

Zee: Michael pigeon

Kat: AAAAAAHHHHHHHH

Giulia: *headbanging*

Nat: You and Michael trapped for eternity wink wink

Giulia: But I flew too hiiiigh

Giulia: I CAN T

Zee: I am Winchester

Giulia: literal chills and also didn’t need to see those fingers again

Nat: ya right

Kat: If I have to see that thing with Nick’s fingers again....

Zee: They’re mocking us

Ok but Jack is fucking scaaaaaary here alright. I don’t like being afraid of my son.

Giulia: Those glowy eyes tho

Nat: ok but that shot is good

Giulia: I HAVE [1] FEAR

Dean *in Jensen JiB10 voice *: we’ve done fucked up

Kat: JACK BABY NO

J: You LIED!

Giulia: OH FUCK

Zee: Jack stop

Nat: FUCKING TANTRUM MAN

Giulia: GREAT OFF TO A GREAT START well at least he didn’t kill them all already. He definitely could have

AAAAAND he flew away.

Nat: Ya, I think I have to leave I have an appointment to shoot myself

Zee: Stay coward

Kat: SIT YOUR ASS DOWN

Giulia: Nat !hold the door for me

Kat: DON’T MAKE ME GET THE ROPE

Zee: I’ll tie you both. Shut up

C: You should never have tried to lock him away.

Giulia: YES TELL HIM CAS

D: You know what? You're right. I never wanted to put him in that damn box. I wanted him dead.

Giulia: NO DEAN

Nat: Dean, you don't mean it babe

Giulia: NO

D: He's dangerous, Cass, and you knew it! You've known it for a long time! But that's okay. You know why? Because me and Sam, we've killed just about everything, there is. And this -- Jack -- oh, we'll find a way. Because he's just another monster.

Zee: Dads fighting

C: You don't mean that.

D: The hell I don't.

Giulia: THE TENSION *licking lips*

#PRAYFORSAM

                          #PRAYFORME

SOUL BOMB

Giulia: NO BAD IDEA

Nat: YOU SHUSH YOUR MOUTH

Giulia: i mean good idea BUT BAD

S: Okay.

D: Sam, I know this isn't easy, okay? He -- I know how much he meant to you. He meant a lot to me. He was family.

Nat: I wanna cry, Sammy, let me hold ya

Giulia: we are gonna do the ugly thing

Zee: Sam’s face gonna stay like that forever

Giulia: Of course it’s not the first time

Kat: If I’ve said it once I’ll say it again. Jared’s acting is A+ this season

Giulia: This doesn’t look good

Kat: Oh jack

Zee: Oh hello

Kat: No babe

Nat: My god but Jack needs to be contained. Someone should show him the waaaaaaay

Giulia: SNORTS i read that in Jared’s dumb voice

Nat: I WROTE THAT IN JARED'S DUMB VOICE SO

S: She thinks it's dangerous and insane.

well she right

*Sam aggressively getting out the car*

Zee: Nerds

S: Takes one to know one.

Giulia: WE VE BEEN KNEW. DEAN’S A NERD

D: Okay. All right, yeah. But I'm nothing like these, uh, you know, gaggle of Zuckerbergs.

Kat: The cutest little nerd

Sammy...my smart baby

Nat: Yeah, but I'm not...uh..

Dean with his charming smile on

D: Hi. I'm Dean Winchester, and I'm looking for the devil's son.

Giulia: AHAHAH

Zee: What?

Giulia: oooh

Nat: OH NO

Giulia: Right

Nat: He can't lie

Nat: BUAHAHHAHAHA AWKWARD BEAN Oh my god

Giulia: Oh wow Jack should have done that at the starts of the season

D: I meant [Clears throat] I'm Dean Winchester, and I'm looking for the devil's son. This badge is fake.

Giulia: AHAHAHAHAHA WHAT

Kat: D Y I N G

S: Well, it's like you said. [Chuckles] It's Celine Dion. I mean Celine Dion. It's Celi-- [ Stammers ] Dean, every time I try and say "Elvis,"  it comes out --

Zee: Sad horrible truth

Nat: Imagine that happening

Giulia: Das me

Kat: The I hate everyone guy is me

Nat: I HATE EVERYONE.  I feel that dude

Giulia: Meaning this

Nat: OH MY GOD DIG AT TRUMP.  I AM LIVING

Giulia: That thing needs to happen tho

Kat: Dying over the Trump part

Giulia: Trump soul deal CONFIRMED

Misha wrote this part

Giulia: BECAUSE Y ALL LIED TO HIM

Nat: Also why are they both so pretty

Zee: Stapler queen

Giulia: I AM THE [CENSORED]

Zee: What is Cas doing ??!!!

Giulia: oh the cage

Nat: I'm just like...crying in my coffee now

Giulia: GASPS

Zee: Chuck!!!!

I love Rob with all my heart.

Nat: Ya, now you show up huh

Zee: About fucking time

Kat: 🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐

C be like......heLLo fAtHEr

Giulia: No jack

Nat: Ah babe no why you go to your grandma

C: God

G: .....EH

C: Chuck

.G: There you go.

Giulia: Hi chuck bb

C: How are You here?

G: You called me?

Giulia: OH SHUT UP NOW U ANSWER

Nat: Jack's a problem. YA THINK

Zee: He’s a problem. Ya think?

Giulia: Ooooh that’s bad

Cass is like .... *protective father activated*

Nat: Oh no, don't tell him

Zee: Puppy eyed jack

Zee: Bad eyed jack

D: When people can't lie, the Internet gets real quiet.

Dean Winchester ep. 14x20

D: yeah, guess your life isn't so perfect after all, EightPackMommy.

S: What?

D: Yeah, she's got this blog. Yeah, you know what? Your kids aren't that cute. And that gluten-free popover looks like crap because there's no gluten in it. [ Chuckling ] You know what I mean?  I'll stop talking.

Kat: Dean’s an insta stalker lol

Giulia: AHAHAH

Zee: Jesus

Nat: My god Dean, stop talking

Zee: Three yoghurts. Seems legit

Nat: I just wanna be loved.  I feel that too

Giulia: That crying lady. Das me

Kat: I change my answer, that’s me lol

G: You see, this is why people need to lie. Keeps the peace, you know

C: Seems like an odd stance for...you.

G: I'm a writer. Lying's kind of what we do.

Cass, having none of it : SAM!? DEAN?!

Giulia: I WANNA SEE DEAN INTERNET CHRONOLOGY

Nat: What's a dad bod

Nat: how to remember what i did last night

Kat: Porn

Giulia: what’s Bi

Nat: hot chicks in kansas

Nat: hot men in kansas

Nat: hot pie in kansas

Giulia: hot in kansas

*God casually walking in*

Dean : adwbrgoidqifhowhdiahf whet

G: HEY GUYS

Sam: adhouehfwoihegwpirhgjsadjaijd

G: I know what you're thinking - it's been awhile, and I still look pretty good.

S: No, that's -- that's not what we were thinking.

Giulia: YAS DEAN! 

a sec later 

….OH

Nat: NO NOT THE GUITAR

Kat: I bet Jensen has fun doing that

Giulia: damn Chuck chill

Dean mentally: I REGRET EVERYTHING, BUT ALSO NOT

G: So.....how’s things?

Sam, Cass, and Dean: MAJOR BITCHFACE

Kat: Ugh Chuck SHUT UP

Giulia: WE ALL HAVE QUESTION BITCH. CHUCK U FUCK

G: I built the sandbox -- you play in it.

Zee: How bad do they want to sucker punch him?

G: You want to go up against -- what was it? -- the "British Men of Letters"? Okay. Little weak, but okay.

Giulia: Little weak but ok

Nat: I totally read suck and punch him

Giulia: Chuuuck my fucking god

Zee: And the other apocalypse

Giulia: Oh that’s when he steps in

Kat: Jensen’s fucking model face

Zee: Accurate

Nat: The world kinda went insane... ya think?

Giulia: WHAT

Kat: Queen is a lizard I knew it

Zee: Baffled moose

Nat: "I'm god Sam"

Giulia: I M TIRED OF PEOPLE SNAPPING FINGERS

Nat: So he could actually fix jack too  If he wants to

Giulia: i wanna punch god

Kat: I’m having such a hard time rn. I need to leave ( giulia: this bitch already knew just fyi)

Nat: Dean stop pouting, you are distracting me

G: Not really....but you can

Dean is like....what the fuck ?

Zee: Dean needs to shut his face

Giulia&Zee: What The fuck

Kat: Pretty gun

Giulia: GOD U NERD

Zee&Nat: Equalizer

Nat: The hammer what

Giulia: TIME

Zee&Kat: Hammurabi

S: So you've had this the whole time and -- and we're just now getting it?

Giulia: sam asking the right questions

G: I just made that sucker.

S: So you don't even know if it works.

G: If I say it'll work, it'll work.

Kat: Eye for an eye ( edit notes 24th May....you fucker, I just now noticed)

Nat: Hey, can I punch god? Am I allowed to punch god?

Giulia: Oh i don’t like it

Nat: It doesn't use bullets

Sam is so done

Giulia: I really don t like it. Let me guess, Someone has to die

Nat: Dean, shut your fucking face

Listen...Cas should have understood that ok?

Kat: I swear they made them dumber

G: Uh, whatever happens to the person you're aiming at also happens to you.

Giulia: ...there it is

Kat: Eye for a fucking eye

Nat: NO

Nat: I MEAN OF COURSE DEAN WANTS TO DO IT

C: I don't understand why we're talking about killing Jack.Y-You can fix him.You can -- You can restore his soul.That's why I called you.

Giulia: CAS ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTIONS

S: You're God.

Nat: I MEAN WHY ARE WE EVEN WATCHING

G: I mean, after what he did?

ooooh Chuck you bitch , don’t use mama Winchester come on , that’s low

Kat: Fuck you Chuck

Giulia: why is everything that complicated.

Giulia: CASS BABE

Nat: DON'T INTERRUPT YOUR BOYFRIEND. DEAN SHUT UP

Zee: Cas is beyond pissed

C: And Billie said the only way to defeat Michael was to lock you in a box

Giulia: DEAN NO. oooh cass is pissed

D: Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself that this is the only thing that can kill Jack,

Zee: Grounds for divorce

D: so either get on board or walk away.

Cas walks away.

me: YOU ARE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE

Kat: The fucking smirk

Giulia: What’s that face Chuck tho?

Nat: No, I mean, do we really have another death as a cliff hanger

Kat: 🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐

Zee: Of fucking course

Giulia: I FUCKING KNOW  i mean must mean something

Kat: I could spoil but I won’t

Kat: BRO TALK

S: This is where you tell me you're gonna pull the trigger?

Giulia: Thanks dean we knew

D: Yeah, it is.

Nat: Sam, did you think that Dean wouldn't do it? I mean, come on you were in the last 14 seasons too

D: He killed our mom.

Giulia: OH BOO HOO

Giulia: dean come on

Zee: Rational Sam

S: But, Dean, we haven't even tried to save him.

D: He actually blamed Mom for what happened.

S: He doesn't have a soul.

Giulia: Thank u sam

S: I'm the one who brought him back, and I brought him back because he's family.And then he came back, and he burned his soul off to save us 

--you and me.And now what? You.. Now you -- you want my permission? [ Stammers ] You want me to say I'm cool with losing him and losing you all at once? 'Cause I can't do that. I won't say that, 'cause I... No. I've already lost too much.

Giulia: HE DID THAT. SAM...BABY, I’M SO PROUD OF YOU.

Nat: Hey, why do we let ourselves get hurt all the time when we actually know that Dean's going to wanna go through with it

Giulia: why does it feel like Dean is a fucking train going straight and not looking at anything else? Because we know it’s wrong, and we know dean knows it ‘s wrong

We know that dean knows that he knows it's wrong but he won't accept that he knows that it's wrong

Zee: Have you been watching this show bb?

Nat: No, I think I've never watched it

Giulia: What’s a supernatural?

Cas angry af

Giulia: not gonna lie, got a little sweaty there

Giulia: Look at cas hugging his boi with no hesitations

Kat: Ugh back to Chuck

Zee: Is that really chuck tho?

Giulia: U know? Got a feeling too

Nat: Ya, I think it's not Chuck, honestly

Nat: It's all kinda wrong

Giulia: Feels that way

Kat: Ugh I wanna scream at y’all

Nat: It's probably the empty. i don't know

Kat: I am actually screaming at y’all, just not typing it out

Nat: or an evil version of god

Nat: Chuck wouldn't sacrifice Jack and a Winchester

Giulia: Chuck god damn it ( later note: LITERALLY)

Nat: Anyway, anything to keep Sam safe, right?

G: One's in reverse. In one, there's no yellow. One -- One of them's just all squirrels.

Giulia: But I wanna see all their versions tho

S: So, Michael said that you create these worlds and you just toss them away like failed versions of some book.

G: And you believe him?

S: Was he lying? Is that what you're doing to us?

G: you and your brother, of all the Sams and Deans in all the multiverse, you're my favorite. You're just so interesting.

Sam is like .....that’s creepy

J: I used to hate myself for it. But I don't feel that way anymore.

Giulia: Can I hug my son ??????

J: I don't feel anything.

Giulia: LET ME HUG HIM

Nat: Aw bb didn't kill his grandma

Giulia: Thank god he didn’t kill her. Oh wow

Zee: One type of Winchester pain is not enough for you ?

Kat: All this Sammy-ness

S:  Do you watch us? When you're not here, are -- are you... watching us?

G: I mean, you're my favorite show.

Giulia&Zee: I MEAN SAME

S: Why, when the chips are down, when the world is -- is failing, why does it always

Zee&Giulia: You’re my guys

Giulia: Ooh Sam I love sam this season ok

Zee: Scared god

Kat: So damn good

Nat: I WANNA PUNCH CHUCK SO BAD LET ME PUNCH CHUCK

Giulia: This

Zee: Get in line

Kat: YOU JUST FUCKING WAIT

Giulia: I’m coming with u

Kat: EVERYONE BEHIND ME OKAY . NOT HELPING KAT I GET FIRST CRACK I’M NOT TRYING TO

Giulia: Please give Jack his soul back sobs

J: All I ever wanted was to be good.

Giulia: OH NO

C: We just need time to fix this. We need to go somewhere safe, somewhere where no one can find us.

CATCH ME SOBBING BECASUE CASTIEL LOVES THIS BOY SO MUCH

Zee: Misha ffs. Shut your face

[ an angry Dean appears]

Zee: Oh perfect

Nat: Ya, sure boyfriend has a tracker on yo phone cas

D: Cass, step aside.

Giulia: I DON T LIKE THIS. hate this HATE THIS

Cas putting himself in front of the most powerful being. LOL SOBS

Zee: Detest

C: RUN

Giulia: HATED THAT TOO

Nat: WTF

Giulia: dean no

Nat: DEAN

Giulia: Oooh he so doesn't t wanna do that. HATE THIIIIS

Nat: not like that

Giulia: my heart I can t breathe

Nat: That back tho. SHUT UP NAT

Giulia: Those thighs tho. SHUT UP GIULIA

WHAT IS THIS STRESSFUL MUSIC

Nat: SAMMY

Giulia: HELP  LET ME BREATHE

Nat: MY GOD

Kat: RUN SAMMY RUN

Giulia: NO HALPP I CAN T

J: I understand.

D: *Eye twitch*

Nat: DEAN YOU HEAR HIM YOU JUST STOP

Giulia: MY HEART IS POUNDING

Zee: Mine stopped

*wild God appears*

Giulia: SHUT UP JACK

Oooooh Dean is so conflicted

Kat: CHUCK SHUT YOUR FACE

S: You're enjoying this.

Giulia: SHOOT CHUCK

G: shhh

Kat: HIS FAVE SHOW

Nat: Chuck's enjoying this

Giulia: MY GOOOOD

Nat: fucking hell

Giulia: SHOOT CHUCK

Nat: OH MY GOD I FORGOT HOW TO BREATHE

Kat: THE TEARS IN DEANS EYES

Nat: BREATHE NAT BREATHE

Giulia: WHAT IS BREATH

Question....What the fuck is Castiel doing anyway???? WHERE HE AT?

Nat: I THINK I STOPPED BREATHING

Kat: BREATHE BABE

Giulia: OH THANK GOD

Nat: OMG I'M CRYING

Oh there , Cas is back

Giulia: OH CHUCK

Kat: GET READY TO SCREAM

G: No! Pick it up

Zee: Wtf?

Giulia: no NO WHAT

Nat: WHAT

Giulia: OH COME ON

Nat: WHAT?

Giulia: OOOF COURSEEE

Nat: CHUCK

Kat: CHUCK IS THE FUCKING WORST OKAY

Giulia: THE BOOKS

Nat: NO YOU FUCKING PRICK

Giulia: snorts CHUCK WTF

D: The hell, Chuck?

G: This isn't how the story is supposed to end. Lookit, the -- the -- the gathering storm, the gun, the -- the father killing his own son.This is Abraham and Isaac. This is epic!

Nat: NO OFFENSE? OH HE SAID THE WRONG THING NOW

Zee: Can’t process

G: So pick up the gun. Pick it up...pull the trigger...and I'll bring her back.Your mom.

Giulia: CHUCK NO U BITCH

Nat: WHAT

Zee: WHAT?

D: No. My mom was my hero. And I miss her, and I will miss her every second of my life, but she would not want this.

Giulia: OH THANK U DEAN

Kat: DEANS BETTER THAN THAT YALL

Nat: HEY, SOMEONE FUCKING SHOOT CHUCK OR I'LL DO IT

Zee: CHUCK IS SUCH A BITCH

D: And it's not like you even really care.

Giulia: YES DEAN

Giulia: This is really biblical tho

Nat: It's like the Truman show

S: Just sitting back and watching us suffer so we can do this over and over and over again -- fighting, losing people we love? When does it end? Tell me.

Giulia: YAS SAM

Giulia: Yas you go

D: 'Cause this --this isn't just a story.It's our lives! So God or no God,you go to hell.

Nat: TELL HIM BB

Oh hey....God chuckling never looked scarier

Giulia: NO

Kat: AND THERE'S THE SCREAMS

Giulia: NOOOO

Nat: NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Giulia: WHAT THE FUCJ

Nat: WHAT

Giulia: GEOWNDNSKCJA FHSISNDBSKAL JACK

Nat: SHIT

Giulia: N

Kat: SAMMY BABY NO

Giulia: NO SAM

Nat: OSHGOIEWAHGOIEHGPOIEWHGLIRHGLFDNLKDNGLKSNGLDSNGLKDSNSD

Kat: ALSO YES

Nat: DSLNFLISAGLDSNGLISANGLSNGLSNGLDS

Giulia: OH THANK

G: Story's over. Welcome to The End

Kat: HERE IT COMES

Giulia: NO

Zee: WHAT?

Kat: PEOVOWOGOGOAOFGOOAVKELKskv

Nat: YOU DONT FUCKING DARE

Kat: FINALLY YALL BITCHES GONNA SEE

Nat: NLDSKNSLKDNFLSNFLSDFSIEJIESJFLSKFD

Giulia: SINCE WHEN CHUCK IS SUCH A DICK

Nat: LSNGLISNLKDSNLKSANFELIEWFSKNFLKDSNGLKDSNF

Giulia: JACK

Nat:SDLHOIDSHOEWHRLWNVLKDSNVLKDSANGLSIDHOIHGODSHFSLNHFLDS

Giulia: JAAACK I CAN T

Zee: What the fuck is going on??

Nat: I CAN NOT ENGLISH

Giulia: CAS’ FACE.....I CAN’T STAND IT

C: He's a writer. Writers lie.

Kat: WRITERS LIE

Giulia: HATE THAT

Nat: WRITERS LIE

Giulia: NO

Nat: WHAT NO

Giulia: PLEASE

Nat: JACK

Kat: JUST WAIT FOR THIS SHOT

Nat: NOOOOOOO

Giulia: MY BABY

Zee: This hurts

Kat: THROUGH THE DAMN EYE

CRY WITH SOME SOUNDTRACK

Giulia: WHAT THE FUCK

Nat: FUCK NO

Nat: WHAT IS FUCKING WRONG

Giulia: THIS SONG

Nat: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH SPN

Giulia: WHY IN THE EMPTY

Kat: THE MUSIC ID FUCKIG PERFECT

Giulia: NO

Zee: Can they stop with the song?

Nat: HE'S IN THE EMPTYYYYYYY

Giulia: THAT IS CREEPY

Kat: BILLIE

B: We should talk

Giulia: WHAT

Kat: WAIT WAIT WAIT

Nat: OH

Giulia: IM SORRY WHAT

Nat: She doens't want Jack to stay ded

Kat: WPOGLWOVOAOFKWKSKFLEOVOEKVKWLOGOGKSKC

Nat: I like Billie

Giulia: THE FUCK IS THIS

Zee: What?

Nat: what happens . Souls from Hell

Giulia: GOD WAS NEVER ON YOUR SIDE

Kat: JUST YOU SEE

Giulia: IS THAT THE ONE FROM THE FORST EP

Kat: WOMAN IN WHITE

Nat: It starts all over again

Giulia: FUCK

Kat: THE CLOWN

Giulia: NO GACY

Kat: BLOODY MARY

Nat: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

Giulia: OH FFS

Giulia: JFC

Giulia: JESUS

Giulia: FUCKING

Giulia: CHRIST

Kat: EVERYTHING THEY EVER KILLED IS BACK

Nat: EVERYTHING'S JUST A GAME FOR CHUCK AND I HATE HIM

Giulia: CHUCK U FUCKING ASSHOLE

Kat: SEE I TOLD YALL CHUCK IS THE WORST

Giulia: WELL THIS IS FUCKING CREEPY MY GOD

Kat: THEY DONE MADE GOD THE ULTIMATE BADDIE FOR THE LAST SEASON

Giulia: IRON. Grab all the fucking IRON

Nat: But to kill them all again they would need more than one more seasons tho

Nat: I MEAN...

Giulia: LOVE IT

Kat: Nah they just going to have to do something epic

Giulia: GOD WAS NEVER ON YOUR SIDE

Zee: Appropriate

Nat: they can shove epic in their ass

I

STAN

TFW

Kat: PERFECTION

                      [ after credits comments]

Giulia: WHAT WAS THAAAAAT

Giulia: OOOH GUYS

Zee: Thanks Satan

Nat: YA ......SO

Kat: See not so much crying as just being mad af

Nat: WELL

Giulia: APOCALYPSE WORLD 2k19. IS THERE GOING TO BE APOCALYPSE AGAIN BECAUSE IM HERE FOR IT

Kat: WE DON’T KNOW

Nat: Alright me has to work I DON'T KNOW WHAT I SHOULD DO WITH MY FEELINGS THO

Giulia: GOOD LUCK

Kat: NNNNOOOO SCREAM WITH US

Giulia: DON T STEAL YOGURTS

Kat: OR STAPLERS

Zee: How can y’all still write ??

Nat: I'M THE KWEEN OF STAPLERS

Zee: This was all kinds of fucked up

Kat: Because I’ve been processing for hours

Nat: Good luck with your day babes

Giulia: Ya know imma make that gif with little dean heads and the caption: [CENSORED]

Kat: Can you put my head on hers lol

Giulia: No imma put [CENSORED]

Giulia: That song is gonna be on repeat till next season tho

Kat: But but

Giulia: Because it’s the fucking truth

Zee: Salty this early?

Giulia: And honestly ...that chuck was weird tho I didn’t like him

Zee: Agree

Giulia: That’s why I thought he was not OUR chuck. I’m not that mad at Dean anyway. He did good. Baby….you did good.

Kat: He’s finally showing his true nature

Giulia: But Sam and Cas have my ass ok. Good fucking morning writers. This season I mean. Yeah we all know D. E. A. N. But this season they wrote Sam and Cas in a real emotional way and i can t. Like not just supports to dean character but their own. Loved it

Zee: Who has the rest of you ?

Giulia: Myself. I’m my own woman

Zee: Perfect.

Giulia: And I must say, i did actually liked this end

Kat: I do too More than I thought I would

Giulia: And boy do I want apocalypse world back

Giulia: Also this thing about that chuck. Just reinforce my idea that Cas is going to choose to be human.

Zee: What're six months?

Kat: Makes me wonder how long they knew 15 was gonna be the last

Giulia: Before season 14 , pretty sure. Or at least at the start. Like...they played too much on the letting go and be grateful for the time we had shit

Kat: I think so too

Zee: Imma leave too. Spending the day in the city

Giulia: Same, Spending the day crying

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Thank you all for staying with us during this painful season.

See you in season 15, which will be even more painful, but he-heey we are used to it ....right?

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  [Today, Courtesy of This Diagram Generated by @sebdoesstuff, a Performative Reading of the Natal Chart of Detective Gavin Reed, Born October 7, 2002, in What We Take to Be Detroit, Michigan, at an Unknown Time of Day. All Standard Disclaimers from This Post Apply, Including the One about This Being a Generalization, Because Even with the Natal Chart We’re Not Going to Get into Aspects or Full Houses vs Empty Houses or Anything Like That, I’m Not an Astrologer Nor Was I Meant to Be, Also I Need to Go Eat Dinner Now]  

1. Rising Sign: presentation Sagittarius (blunt, outgoing, independent)

[The rising sign is dependent on the time of birth; it’s Sagittarius here because 12PM is the default time this website uses. My original choice for Gavin’s rising sign was Aries, because an Aries is just a Leo with an inferiority complex THAT’S RIGHT FIGHT ME ARIES but I rather like Sagittarius, actually! Did you know that every man I have ever been into but also simultaneously hated myself for being into had a Sagittarius sun sign? It’s a personal note you didn’t ask for but also it’s a broadly applicable truth.]

“I’ll make my own scrambled eggs,” says Gavin. “You cook like someone who made a deal with the devil to trade in their taste buds for pointlessly overdeveloped fine motor skills, which is exactly what you are. Your food tastes like a fucking instruction manual.”

“Is that any way to talk to your lawfully wedded husband?” asks RK900.

“THE LAW IS NOT JUSTICE,” proclaims Gavin.

Capitulating to the oppressive institution of marriage had provided them with certain tax benefits, muses RK900, but it had not done a thing to socialize Gavin. It's just as well, he thinks.

  2. Sun: personality 14 degrees Libra (diplomatic, superficial, indulgent)

[Again, this post is probably more than enough contemplation of Gavin Reed, Actual Libra. This sun sign continues to be completely absurd and I am on board for this bogus journey.]

“No wait, not-- not from the back,” pants Gavin, struggling to turn himself over under RK900′s insistent hands. “I want-- I want to see your face.”

“Okay,” breathes RK900, startled by the tenderness of the request.

“I mean, otherwise there’s no point,” continues Gavin. “What? You think I’m with you for your personality?”

“...Thanks, you ruined it,” says RK900.

  3. Moon: emotion 01 degree Scorpio (passionate, secretive, committed)

“You... I...” falters Gavin, fidgeting viciously with the zipper of his jacket. “...What I mean is-- that is to say, I... here’s the thing, you’re... I’m in-- I might be in-- ...I-- you--”

“Would you find this ordeal easier if we were both undressed and I was banging you like a screen door in a hurricane?” asks RK900, because it isn’t like he doesn’t know what Gavin is trying to say, anyway.

“Yes please right now,” says Gavin.

  4. Mercury: intellect 28 degrees Virgo (analytical, detail-oriented, perfectionist)

“Reed, this is ridiculous,” barks Fowler. “Your report was due two weeks ago, I can’t have you sit on your ass forever. Just get it done.”

“But have you seen the body text typeface for the new electronic filing system?” protests Gavin. “The x-height on it is hideously minuscule! What it does to the counters-- it’s completely illegible, Captain! I am ASPHYXIATED by its lack of sufficient aperture! I can’t work in typographical squalor, this aesthetic is a disgrace to the force! I QUIT!”

“Your gun and badge,” says Fowler.

  5. Venus: relationship 15 degrees Scorpio (loyal, possessive, adventurous)

“Here’s a handbook of sexual perversions that I’ve compiled for you,” says Gavin. He drops a gargantuan dossier in front of RK900, where it lands with a thunk hard enough to make the table shake.

“I... really don’t think this is necessary,” says RK900.

“Listen, I would literally keel over and die of grief if for some reason you suddenly decided to go slam your cock inside someone else instead of me,” says Gavin. “Tell me what freaky shit you’re into, and I’ll do it. You tell me what it takes to keep you around.”

“Isn’t there a nicer way of saying all this?” asks RK900.

  6. Mars: action 24 degrees Virgo (occupied, particular, critical)

“This folder is for solved cases that haven’t been filed yet,” says Gavin, cursor hovering. “This folder is for solved cases that are partially filed. This folder is for solved cases involving drug offenses. This folder is for all cases east of Woodward but west of Broadway. This folder is for bad crimes. This folder is for cases that when I looked at them, I was like, huh! This folder is--”

“Please, your organizational scheme doesn’t make any sense,” says RK900. “I’ve had to patch up several critical errors during your attempt to explain it just now.”

“It works! I have a system!” insists Gavin. “You know how Fowler feels about me, would I still be here if I didn’t have a system that worked and got cases cleared?”

“Your continued employment at this station is a source of persistent mystery to me,” says RK900.

  7. Jupiter: development 13 degrees Leo (dramatic, proud, demonstrative)

“You requested me?” demands Gavin as soon as the door to Fowler’s office swings closed, too befuddled to let his irritation silence him. “You asked to be partnered with me? What the fuck did you do that for?”

“You have... unorthodox methods, Detective Gavin Reed,” says RK900. “The capacity for improvisation is a quality I find lacking in myself. I intend to learn from your extraordinary proficiency in adapting to unforeseen circumstances.”

Gavin opens his mouth, only to close it again without managing to say anything. He turns on his heels and starts stomping away.

“Come on, you dumb shit,” he calls over his shoulder. His ears are flushed, RK900 notes.

  8. Saturn: limitation 29 degrees Gemini (concrete, inarticulate, intuitive)

“As Democritus said, happiness resides not in possessions,” announces Gavin as he bursts into the bedroom, glasses on the bridge of his nose, squinting at several closely printed pages that he clutches in his hands. “There is an ethical imperative to question whether it is beneficial to hold onto that which can be held onto; if it is not, at times, more salubrious to our spiritual health to cast off that which we let fester by keeping close to ourselves. For indeed, as stagnant water breeds disease, so do we find that the objects--”

“Gavin,” interrupts RK900, “are you... are you trying to thank me for taking out the trash an extra time last week?”

“You have to let me finish,” says Gavin. “I’ve been working on this since then.”

“Hold on,” says RK900, “you spent a week writing a speech because you couldn’t say th--”

“--SO DO WE FIND THAT THE OBJECTS WHICH SURROUND US CEASE TO GIVE US JOY WHEN THEY HAVE OVERSTAYED THEIR WELCOME,” shouts Gavin.

  9. Uranus: freedom 25 degrees Aquarius (scientific, original, technocratic)

“I’m a Gen Z chaos child and proud of it!” says Gavin. “We’re the generation that invented androids!”

“Some might say that you were adamantly refusing to be proud of this accomplishment until very recently,” remarks RK900. “Some might also say that it’s not your accomplishment in the least, that you had absolutely nothing to do with it, and point out that you have trouble operating a microwave on your best days.”

“They all have different ways you need to enter minutes and seconds,” says Gavin, hotly.

  10. Neptune: transcendence 08 degrees Aquarius (humanitarian, secular, modern)

“I’m a Gen Z chaos child and proud of it!” says Gavin. “We’re the generation that replaced religion with unparalleled medical advances and brought us one step closer to a post-scarcity society!”

“Wouldn’t know it from looking at you,” says RK900. “Generation that replaced religion with memes, more like.”

“Who taught you to talk like this?” demands Gavin.

  11. Pluto: transformation 15 degrees Sagittarius (confident, principled, revolutionary)

“I’m a Gen Z chaos child and proud of it!” says Gavin. “We replaced religion with memes and the whole world is better for it!”

“You smoke actual cigarettes and use voice-to-text to take notes,” says RK900. “I’m starting to think you might not even be Gen Z at all. How old are you, Gavin Reed? Are you a Highlander? Can you only be killed through decapitation?”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” says Gavin.

  BONUS. North Node: purpose 10 degrees Gemini (interaction, partnership, community)

“Go talk to him,” Tina hisses under the clamor of the bar, elbowing RK900 in the side.

“He has been uncommunicative and belligerent since my return,” says RK900, keeping his eyes fixed on the glass of Thirium in front of him. “Correction, he has been especially uncommunicative and belligerent since my return. I believe attempting to engage with him at this point would only cause him to lash out further.”

“But have you figured out why?” asks Hank. “You know what’s got his panties in a twist?”

“That is an unsolicited mental image,” says RK900, “but I believe it is related to my dereliction of duty while I was confined to Cyberlife for repairs. The damage was extensive and I was unable to assist with Detective Reed’s caseload for much longer than he has been accustomed to. The evidence leads me to conclude that he is still resentful of my prolonged absence.”

“Unbelievable,” says Tina. “Brain the size of a planet and that’s what you conclude.”

“Nines,” says Connor, kindly, “replay your memories from the night of the shooting. My hypothesis is that you may not have taken all the evidence into account.”

The memories from the night of the shooting. Why, when the way that Gavin’s been acting ought to be explanation enough? Why go back to the sound of the gunshot like a cracking whip, the split second of frenzied calculation, the bullet in motion -- straight as the crow flies -- Gavin’s eyes widening as RK900 shoved him away, the sharp brittle crack of his shell coming apart, and then the terrible, painful static filling his head-- and Gavin’s fingers, slicked with blue, shaking uncontrollably as he fumbled to hold the shards of his skull together-- Gavin shouting something at him that he couldn’t hear over the noise, then Gavin’s lips still moving noiselessly when his audio processors cut out, just a deafening silence as the countdown began, and barely visible beyond the angry blur of error messages and critical malfunctions that had filled his view -- only now in the solemn clarity past the moment, RK900 could see -- in the low light of the alleyway, on his knees in filth beside him, Gavin looked--

RK900 glances up from his glass, turns to the far side of the bar where Gavin has been all night. The giveaway flurry as Gavin whips his head away, pretending for all he's worth as though there’s something very interesting on the wall next to him. He knows RK900 is looking, and RK900 knows that he knows because he stubbornly refuses to look back.

“Go talk to him,” says Tina, again.

His ears are flushed, thinks RK900, and stands up.

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Snafu {Oneshot}

Masterlist

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Bad text? Implied smut? Maybe if you squint? Fluffy Steve!

Summary: What happens when the leader of the Avengers, your leader, sends you a text that wasn’t meant for you. The image he sends is hilarious and is obvious it was meant to be sent to Bucky, but the caption reads: what if I send her this? Will it work? How does he handle the aftermath and it being Valentine’s day on top of it? Enough said! You have to read to find out how it is handled!

A/N: This is my entry @teamcap4bucky Valentines day challenge! My person is @marisabay! I thought I would do a short story for you! I hope you enjoy being an enhanced soldier and kick ass at that! I hope you enjoy this short blurb!

Words: +1,550

Quiet time in your room at the compound. Thank God, you thought to yourself. Stretching out on the couch to look over mapped hiking trails close to the Avengers compound. Looking for one you hadn’t hiked and realized, you had hiked them all.

“Yikes,” you spoke out to the cell phone you held in your hand. Finger touching over the screen to continue scrolling, beginning to think of the surrounding states and what they may have to offer. Looking further down you found the different trails leading to the Appalachian trek that would take you from Maine to Georgia.

The thought springing to mind that you would love to hike the entire thing. Sometime, but maybe never thanks to being an Avenger. You know, the world needed saving and all. Well, you could take a quinn jet to a trail head in North Carolina, be gone for a day, maybe. The phone vibrating in your hand alerting you to a text. The name reading Captain.

“Damn,” you sighed, this could only mean one thing, a mission or debriefing. Pressing the badge to open it you where in shock at what you opened. It was a picture and you couldn’t stop from falling across the couch laughing because of who it came from.

Captain:

What do you think? Should I send this to her to ask her out! LOL!

After reading the caption you had to stop. Her? Her who? Who was her?! You sat there, tears of laughter running down your face, thankful you weren’t up tight about things like this. Boy, you had some material to mess with the prim and proper captain now. Your mind was churning thinking of what to do or text back when the bubbles he was typing popped up on the screen followed by a pling.

Captain: Wait I may have a better one.

Captain:

“Oh. My. God,” you blurted out, the great stoic captain America was a total freaking goober! But you where kinda jealous of whoever ‘she’ was and wanted to know. Swallowing the laugh that was threatening to choke you. You decided to give the poor guy a break and let him know he wasn’t texting who he thought he was. It was probably Bucky, since those two figured out how to find gifs and memes and message them, thanks to you, it had turned into a flurry of things like this.

Y/N: Hey cap. You are texting me. But who is the girl?

In no time the bubbles popped up, then disappeared, then back again, then disappeared. It had gone silent all around. You stared at your screen, not sure how to respond. Poor guy was probably running around his room in a panic or wherever he was at the moment. You were picturing Steve turning 10 shades of red when you decided to put the phone down and go to your small kitchenette to rummage for something to eat.

A knock on the door had you diverting your path to answer it. Figuring it was probably someone asking you what you had planned for dinner and taking an order, so no one had to cook, or at least the ones who weren’t going on a night out.

Before you opened the door, you knew who it was thanks to your keen senses. It was a scent and heartbeat that was uniquely it's own, uniquely Steve. Taking a breath, you realized you were nervous, and that wasn’t you. The serum in your veins made you fearless, a serum that was superior to Steve’s and Bucky’s.

Swallowing your fear, you opened the door before he could knock again. Opening it to look up into nervous baby blues that dilated for a moment then went back normal. It was an action you would have never caught if not for who you were. With a smile you wondered why that happened, you were dressed in the baggiest shirt and lounge pants you owned. You hadn’t planned on interaction with any of the team today.

“Hey Y/N. Can I come in,” he asked nervously, a blush already rising as he placed his hand on the back of his neck. His nervous tic, you had noted, but he did it a lot around you.

“Yeah. Um, I look like a hobo, but you are welcome to,” you spoke up, moving to allow him into the room. His cologne wafting around you as if he had just put it on, taking in the jeans and button shirt he wore as if he was about to go out on a date.

Shutting the door, you turned to face the nervous captain who was looking at his hands before finally looking to you with a nervous smile. Hand going to the back of his neck again as he pushed the other into his pocket to retrieve his cell phone to hold it as if it will help.

“Look… I'm sorry,” he began slowly, holding the phone and his knuckles going white as he met your gaze.

You couldn’t help but smile. It was really the highlight of your day and you were surprised it hadn’t happened until now. You had crossed up text yourself and you were always spot on with any coding or tech in your hands, but the complexity of a cell phone made your brain take a hike, no pun intended.

“It's fine, you know I do it myself all the time. I'm surprised it hasn’t happened already,” you smiled trying to help him feel better, but the rising blush was making you realize, you where the one he was wanting to ask out.

You couldn’t speak, your discovery had to been written all over your face as he stepped forward. Your mouth opening and closing like a dying fish. Your heart fluttered hard in your chest at the thoughts that the blond before you had a crush on you, as you had done him when you first came to the compound.

“Umm, I'm her,” you finally squeaked out as he smiled at you, he was turning redder.

Damn it's hot in here. You could feel the room heating up, it was a little hard to breathe as you looked at him and that was very unusual. It dawned on you, you hadn’t felt nerves like this since you were small and were presented with your first mission as a 13-year-old soldier.

“I'm sorry. I’ll leave. This was dumb, I shouldn’t have… I need to shut up… I'm going to go hide in my room and die of embarrassment,” he blurted out as he made a move to step around you, but you grabbed his forearm carefully. Damn he ran hotter than you, in more ways than one of course.

“I would love to be her. If I am her, I would be glad to go out with you,” you blurted, not trying to sound desperate but you had let the opportunity pass you by more than once. He turned to face you, a shit eating grin on his face as he visibly calmed his nerves.

“YES! I mean yes. You are her and how about 6 this evening? I will take you on a date… that is if you don’t have plans and it's Valentine’s day… I should,” he rambled until he made himself stop as you released him, a smile on your face so wide it hurt.

You had never had an actual date for Valentines day before and you where excited to say the least. Looking at the clock on the stove, it gave you 30 minutes to get ready and say yes.

“It would be great to go on a date with you Capt. Rogers,” you spoke quietly as he stepped almost flush with you. You had to look up into his baby blues, but that was fine, unable to stop the goofy grin on your face.

“Call me Steve, doll,” he smirked at you, his confidence coming back as he leaned down slightly, making it clear you were going to have to bridge the gap.

“Steve,” you spoke, going to your toes to press your lips to his in a tender kiss. Breaking it as you both pulled away.

“I’ll be ready in 30, and keep calling me doll,” you smiled, swearing your face would split if it became even bigger.

“Good, I’ll just… wait… outside…,” he stammered once again as you stepped away to head to your bedroom.

“You can wait on the couch,” you laughed, hinting to the couch you had been sitting on, stopping to grab your phone on your way to the bedroom.

“I will. Doll,” he spoke up as you disappeared into your room to fret over what to wear and how to do your makeup. This was going to be a fun night to remember!

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38.

It’s a weird feeling to have Wheezy with me and is like a bodyguard to me, in a way I did doubt him. I did assume he would be useless but he isn’t, he is so useful to me. He does things I can’t at times, he does my runs. He has even taken Sofia to shop, I couldn’t go because I was dealing with the Clover Club but all is well, this place opens up this weekend, Raphael is coming, Ethan is also coming back. Sofia’ friends are coming too so they can come, I won’t be going but I have invited them to come for the opening “so what do you think?” Amira walked over to me and Kyle “impressed, I got a feeling you got Sofia to help on this. It seems like a Sofia thing to do” Amira laughed “you know it, didn’t she mention it?” shaking my head “she been busy with the wedding thing and the baby room. I am surprised she even did it for you, I am happy. I thank you for this Amira. This is your day, I am staying away. There will be a lot of people taking interest, that will be dealt with. Big day huh, nervous?” Amira nodded “I am just shaking thinking about it, Kyle has been so supportive but Raphael called me, he said he can’t wait to meet me, he has a sexy accent” Kyle rolled his eyes “he is French, he is a pussy magnet with this just the accent but don’t mean he ain’t got a big dick, remember that is me” I snorted laughing “Kyle all uptight, Amira you do what you need to do. If you want to be with Raphael I support that” I winked at her “my ass you will” Kyle spat “she supports our relationship, relax” I said back to him “so there will be security here, these are from Brooklyn they are all legit. Got a badge to do such a thing but they my people. I trust them, things will go fine. We have had major promo, with famous people coming it’s going to be lit but with me staying away, it’s the best way. I will visit on an opening night on a different day. But I am happy, the money needs to go somewhere, it’s crazy how much I make. You know how it is. So let me know if you need anything ok?” Amira smiled at me “I will and give Sofia my love, you two need to hurry up and get married” don’t I know it.

It’s been a stressful time actually, we had the police try and raid the warehouse they think I was making my shit, they got it wrong. I got it moved, they assume I am that dumb. I have their peers on my bank roll, they are on my pay. So moving that again was a headache, then I am trying to set up security for the club, and then also setting up for the wedding. We put a down payment for the venue, I am excited for that but I will be thinking about Ethan, I don’t need him to fuck up. I need to make sure this shit goes right for us all, including my wife and son. If this goes wrong then it will be me they want, if this goes right then it will be me they respect “are these ok?” Wheezy asked holding up the roses to me “they are yes, thank you” I made him go and get some roses because I couldn’t pick Sofia’ friends from the airport so she did it herself, she wasn’t angry but she wasn’t happy. She wanted me to be there, I have been really busy for her. She be telling me about the wedding and I just don’t hear it, I am like ok that is fine. Her friends are coming to help plan, after this I know shit will be final “I am sure Sofia will be ok with you not being there, you’re a big softy Cassius” Wheezy laughed “you are a good man, you treat her like a queen. I wish I had a queen, maybe one day” Wheezy talks too much “one day” I mumbled.

Dapping Wheezy “speak soon” walking up the drive, my burner phone started ringing. Digging into my pocket and grabbing my phone out “Sarg” I read out, this is my man in the inside giving me information “what’s up?” pushing open my front door “Grace Bundy? Rings any bells to you?” rings any bells to me, that fucking name “it does yes, she is my wife’ mother. Why?” Closing the door behind me “statement come through, she said you killed Leyton Young?” pulling a face “who is that?” I don’t even know the guy “he is a kind of known dealer that was shot in his home” I let out an oh as I stopped walking “Leyton Young? I have heard of him but that has nothing to do with me, you know that? He is a small time” I fucking hate that woman “you know how it is with any information about you, they all in uproar. I know why they been on your dick with the warehouse, just seen it now. Just a heads up, the Police will be coming to question you” I groaned out “right, ok. But I have been here, I have nothing to do with that. Thanks anyways” disconnecting the call, she is pinning his death on me. It won’t work, I have men that will go down for me, I am not stupid anymore. I have too much to ride on, I will not go down that easily. I am so fucking angry, my grip on the roses tightened. Taking in a deep breath, I don’t need a fucking stupid women doing this right now.

I need to just relax, I am so angry “Cassius, it’s so nice of you to come” Olivia spat, I smiled but this is smile is so forced “you acting like I am visiting, how are you girls?” walking around the couch “are these for me?” she pointed, shaking my head as Olivia hugged me “I mean if Sofia wants to share a rose each to you. Nice to see you both though” hugging Mia too “it was a nice surprise to see the fucking car!” Mia spat, I chuckled “was she acting bougie again” Sofia lazy ass didn’t even get up to hug me “I am not that mean, ass” leaning down to Sofia “and for you” placing the roses on her lap, pressing a kiss to her cheek “thank you baby, I love you” I grinned “same” sitting next to Sofia “your home is the least bit Christmas like, where is the tree? The hell you two?” Mia got a point “Mia, shit is just hectic. I know we haven’t but we are on a very tight schedule with everything, I have a lot going on. I haven’t really had the chance, hopefully next year” Mia scoffed “next year my ass, Sofia we can go and decorate. Come on guys, Sofia told us you still feel bad about what happened at the club but look at everything you have done, this time last year Sofia was bottle serving in a club, she was with Jordan which we all hated. Things happen Cassius and I don’t think you should think on that, I don’t think you should beat yourself up about that moment. You have changed my friend’ life, I am so happy for her. Just a little bad doesn’t account for what you have done, god has blessed you both again. Look at that, you both having a boy. Little Cartier, so stop it. Sofia has said you have been feeling that way and nobody holds it against what Jordan did, he is a crazy guy” looking down at my phone ringing again “come on Sofia, you must speak the fuck up sometimes” looking over at Sofia “I do, we do speak Mia” is this an intervention or something “the reason we didn’t is because you didn’t want it and I accept that, you are feeling this way Cassius and I get it. He will feel better, I’ve done everything I can” rubbing my face “I just have a lot on right now, that is all. I am a man that hasn’t had such responsibility and especially for people that I care for, it’s a lot” seeing Sarg ring me again “what?” answering the call, annoying my life and shit “they coming for you, they want to extradite you back to Brooklyn” disconnecting the call, I really want to kill Grace.

Dialling Kyle’ number, so they don’t want to really hear me. They just want to lock me up for nothing, like they really fucking hate me “Cassius, I heard. Ethan called me and I was like I can’t stop this shit, he is in Brooklyn trying to stop it. They fucking took her word and ran with it, the fucking guy is a drug dealer. You only have possession and they assume what you are” I don’t know why I am calm about this “tell Ethan, he needs to get Samuel. Tell him I will fucking kill him myself, he sorts this out even if that means snitching on himself or his sons, hurry up with it. I have Sofia’ friends here and they are coming here to arrest me! How you think I fucking feel, I want Grace to disappear. I don’t mean that but I did nothing, I am being dragged into some bitter feud with Sofia’ weird ass parents” I am really trying to be calm “we will get you out before they try and move you, they really not interviewing you though? Like they don’t care” I am so stressed, like its not fair when I didn’t even do it. I mean I wish I did “ok” disconnecting the call, now I need to tell Sofia and not worry the fuck out of her or maybe I will say to them all because they will all see it. Walking back into the home, closing the back door “hey y’all, I have something to say” who the fuck wants to say this to them, like this is bullshit.

Clearing my throat, I don’t want to say it but clearly I am “I really didn’t want to tell you both but you are here. Y’all know what I do, and I don’t care right now because I just don’t” Olivia always looks confused “what do you do?” she asked, Mia nudged her “well I am about to be arrested, they will be here any minute now. They say I killed Leyton Young, I didn’t I was here in Atlanta. I wasn’t even there, Sofia’ mom has gone to the police saying it was me. They have took it and now they coming to arrest me. I don’t want anyone emotional or scared. I am going with them, that is all but I didn’t do it” Sofia placed her hand over her mouth shaking her head “I am so sorry, I really didn’t think she would have but she is. I am sorry Sofia, I will be out. I just have to do this now” Mia shook her head “why is that woman terrorising you till this day Sofia? She is awful, Leyton Young, that is Leyton’ dad right? My god, what is this evil mess. He used to look at you weird too” Mia said “I say kill her” Olivia had the only valid option I am thinking “Sofia, please. Don’t cry, I will be back out. Please don’t stress for the baby ok? I will be out, we will get married. Just continue to do things Mia, start setting up the wedding. Please just make sure she is not crying. I am sorry that I am not a normal guy living a normal life, I am sorry” walking over to Sofia, crouching down to her “I will be out, they may extradite me back to Brooklyn but they have nothing on me. I will be back” I feel so bad “I need you to be strong Sofia, I need you to be strong enough for me to be ok in there” hearing the buzzer go off “Mia, can you get the door just please everyone be normal. I am not supposed to know” second time being arrested in front of Sofia, again for nothing.

Olivia went with Mia to the door “she taking up for the man that raped me Cassius, why is she doing this? Why does she want you out of my life, what do I do?” putting my head down, getting up from my position and sitting next to Sofia “she wants you to be unhappy, listen to me. I will be back out. You have the girls here, I need you to not act out. I am not supposed to know” hearing the footsteps “he is in here” looking to the side of me and seeing the officers, I mean there is a few of them “what is this about?” I said “Cassius Warren?” he asked “that is me yes” I know the next words “You are under arrest on suspicion of the murder of Leyton Young. You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence” getting up from the couch “can I get my shoes on? Or y’all going to jump on me if I move any more?” feeling a hand on mine “he didn’t do anything!” Sofia spat “we will be putting handcuffs on you and we have a warrant to raid this home” sighing out “y’all some motherfuckers” I sniggered “arms out! Before we have to forcefully take you” holding my arms out.

Watching Cassius being walked out with three offices to the police car, a sob left my lips. He say be strong but I can’t, he never did anything “who are you!?” someone shouted, seeing Kyle “this is my family!” he shouted at the officer “you can’t be here, move before we arrest you!” shaking my head wiping my tears “Kyle, leave it!” I shouted at him “can you please go back in” this lady said to me “who are you?” I questioned “family liaison, we need to ask you some questions. You are not under arrest” turning around to go back in my home “come on” Mia placed her arm around me, seeing the home being searched, my home being turned inside out “sit down” the officer said “I will stand in my home thanks” turning around “so can I take your name?” the officer asked “Sofia Bundy” I feel sick, to know this is happening. We have just come here and look at it “what are you to Cassius?” she is asking me like I am nothing “his fiancé, the mother of his unborn child. That is who I am to him” she looked at me and then looked back down “I know things are very emotional but if you can please be calm” I will smack this bitch “how does Cassius afford to keep such cars? This home?” some random officer walked towards us, I was about to speak “he is an accountant, he works with my partner Mitch!” Mia spat, I was taken aback by that, she doesn’t need to get involved at all “so where was Cassius on the night of November twenty forth?” she is making me think “he was here, he has been in Atlanta. He was with me, actually you know what. I can give you security footage! We have cameras for that time, you can get my man out thanks!” I spat pointing at her, her face dropped.

The family liaison went to speak to someone turning to Mia “you didn’t have to do that, seriously. Didn’t have too” she shook her head “I want him out, I want him to marry you first” that made me smile “but I am so angry, Olivia was saying. Grace is trying to torture you when she knows you’re happy, she doesn’t like it at all” after everything I have done for that woman and she does this. I am so hurt by it all “Miss Bundy, if you can provide footage to us” nodding my head, I need to just access my phone. I can get it downloaded onto the storage and you will see that we was here, nobody left the home. Shit, you can even see us have sex” I don’t care, if it gets Cassius out “if you can, that would help him” Cassius doesn’t do anything stupid so they can’t see nothing else, if I can get him out with this I will be the happiest girl on earth.

I want Cassius, I want my man out of there so they better hurry the fuck up and get him out “excuse me, you have seen the footage. You can see he was here, you can see us in our own home on the couch. Now what?” I am becoming very irate “Miss Bundy, we just need to go through some things. We need to liaise with Brooklyn. We are working on behalf of the team there” shaking my head “an innocent man? You just want to keep in there, he is innocent!” I spat “Sofia, come here. Let’s just calm down please” Olivia got in my view “it’s ok” she said to the family liaison “let’s just have some water and calm down” moving Olivia’ hands away from me “I don’t want too” my voice broke “I don’t want it, I don’t want it. I want Cassius here!” here comes the tears “Sofia, hey!” Kyle is finally allowed in, after they have trashed my home “are you ok!?” Kyle spat, shaking my head “they ruined my home, they come here and they have trashed my home and then I can prove he is innocent and they won’t do anything!” I shouted “Sofia, just calm down” Kyle put his hand on my shoulder “I have given them security camera footage, we was here. He was here and they are not doing anything” this is a mess “I will deal with it, just sit down” they all want me to relax “I don’t want too, I want to see him. I want him out, he is innocent” the family liaison walked back over to me “we will be in contact” she walked off, my mouth fell open. Storming towards her but Kyle wrapped his arm around my shoulder “easy there!” I swear I would beat her ass, I am so angry.

They have trashed my home, it’s a mess “I need to speak to my mom” I said aloud “why?” Mia said straight away “she has literally always fucked with you! What use is you speaking to her huh!? Riddle me that Sofia” taking in a deep breath “she wants attention, she wants me to speak to her, she wants me to want her. She is taking it out on my man, I need to contact her” Kyle just stared at me “Cassius has spoken to your mom a few times now” I blinked several times “excuse me?” this is news to me “he wanted to surprise you for the wedding. He thought she changed, she hurled abuse at him. Your mom is bat shit crazy, she threw your brother to Celine’ family” my heart dropped “Leyton?” I said in disbelief, Kyle nodded his head “that is when he found out his dad is dead, shit kicked off. Your mom is here for Leyton’ dad. She flew back for that, it’s disrespectful. I don’t advise you to speak to her, there is a reason to why Cassius hasn’t said and I want to step in for my brother and not allow it. She told Cassius you pay for my ticket to come here for the wedding but came for that, she is a liar” my heart ached, I didn’t know this was happening “Sofia” Olivia wrapped her arms around me as I cried out “I am sorry Sofia” I barely heard Kyle say.

[cloudbatcave]

Back in Unova we go!

My first gripe is the Skyarrow Bridge, which connects Nacrene (the town that had the museum Plasma stole from, prompting me to be press-ganged to chase them) to Castelia (the new york city ripoff of the game).

It’s pretty! It’s cool in concept! It’s Nintendo holding it up with trembling hands and going “look, ma, I can do 3D now! Sort of!”

Iit’s a giant pain in the ass to get through as it takes at least a minute of keeping your finger on the B button to run across.

Normally I wouldn’t even have cared, so let’s rewind a bit to why I do.

So I finished kicking the shit out of Plasma, nothing notable there except that I kept getting jumped by ranger trainers who gave me berries like the weird hippies they are.

I nonchalantly jumped over a ridge to get out of the forest…only to realize I had trapped myself between that ridge (which, for those blissfully not in the know, cannot be jumped back over because in pokemon games they only work one way) and the rest of the trainers on the non-forest part of the route I hadn’t fought yet because I had been busy with the game’s resident brainwashed multitude of cosplaying weirdos.

This was an issue because at this point in the game, I do not have much money, and I had only been able to afford so many potions, most of which I had used to heal while either fighting trainers or wild pokemon. My guys were wiped, and several fights stood between me and the Nacrene pokemon center.

So that meant I had to trundle my ass toward the end of the route, take the bridge to Castelia, go to ITS pokemon center, and THEN go back and finish off the other trainers before turning right around again.

It’s especially galling considering that gen 5 has an NPC that will heal you…in the other part of the forest. But not, you know, where it would be actually helpful during the game’s plot portion.

On the more amusing side of things, it’s always funny to see how dumb Plasma is. When I beat up the last of them, one of the seven sages showed up and talked about how the skull they stole wasn’t the pokemon they were looking for anyway.

Who saw that coming?? It was obviously a dragonite skull, not a legendary. I just…it’s such a dumb excuse to have this plot bit. The writing for Team Plasma is so poor.

Picking up in Castelia, I walk around exploring that and meet some folks.

“Working women are beautiful, and battling pokemon is wonderful!” This chick knows where it’s at.

“Being healthy’s the best, because when you’re healthy you can do anything!”

You’re not wrong, random man, but I hope you don’t say this to just anyone who passes by because I feel it’s a tad insensitive to say to...literally anyone who isn’t the pinnacle of health.

“When my thrown poke ball rocks three times and I hear that great “click”…There are many things in my life that bring me joy!”

Can we not all relate? Good content, A+.

“Strength is not in the size of a body, it’s in the size of a heart!”

I mean…strength is in a heart, literally and metaphorically? It is also in the size of a body. Both are true, random old docks man.

“That black boat…what could it be?”

The people of Unova are not very genre savvy at the best of times.

It isn’t very open-minded to judge someone by the color of their boat, but given this is pokemon, you’d be justified in preemptively setting it on fire to deter the Obviously Evil People who own it.

I innocently walk down a street and then Fuckface Glassesdick pops out of the gym at me like the world’s worst whack-a-mole.

“Hey, Chirae. I just challenged Burgh. He’s a seasoned Gym Leader. He made me work for that badge!”

Post it on your twitter, Cheren, because your 1.5 followers and a shoelace care more than I do.

“But for me, bug-type pokemon aren’t much of a challenge.”

Look at the big man in town, not intimidated by the pokemon type that has three weaknesses and five types that resist it. Very brave.

“I’m going to keep winning like this against all of the Unova region’s Gym Leaders!”

Sorry, what was that? I tuned out because I was imagining literally anything else but you talking.

“Then, I’ll head for the Pokemon League and outperform the champion!”

No one likes Alder, and yet, somehow, I feel you would be an even worse replacement because you don’t even have cool hair to make you slightly less intolerable.

“If I do that, everyone will admit what a strong Trainer I am…”

I would rather be fed live slugs.

“That will make feel truly alive…”

Am I being paid for this therapy session? I deserve compensation for the tedium being forcibly shoved down my earholes right now.

Oh thank god he finally walked away.

And then Burgh makes an entrance, naturally.

“Ah hah! You’re the one who fought Team Plasma in the Pinwheel Forest…”

Yeah dude that happened like, yesterday. You don’t need to announce it. I remember. I was there.

“If I remember, your name is…Chirae!”

I honestly do not give a fuck if you remember my name, as I intend on forgetting yours after I get your badge.

“Come to challenge the gym, I suppose?”

What gave it away? Was it me standing outside the gym looking like I really wanted to hit a smug prick with glasses and dark hair?

“Aww. Sorry, but could you wait a bit?”

You’re going to give me a fetch quest, aren’t you.

“I was informed that Team Plasma has shown up!”

EVEN WORSE. Yet again I ask where the fucking police are. We’re not in artsy fartsy town anymore, Castelia is a whole-ass city. Why in god’s name is there not some way of keeping the peace that isn’t random trainers?

“In fact…Come with me! I’m going to the dock at Prime Pier!”

Who writes the child labor laws in unova? Monkeys?

also I have not finished ambling around the city yet and that is incredibly more important than this travesty of a plot so Burgh gets to wait on me now.

and he zips off into the night, just assuming I know where he’s headed in this city I literally only arrived in today.

[theycallmemoosey]

It’s All Going To Be Ok

Crutchie x Disabled!Reader (Wheelchair)

Warnings: Violence, disability (shouldn’t be a warning but some people get funny about it so here’s your warning), VERY LONG!!!

A/N: Heya peeps! Got an amazing request from the sweetest person, so I really tried my best on this one. For anyone who IS in a wheelchair, for anything that may offend or upset you, just know that it is not my intention and I am sorry for any upset caused. Again, this was so fun to write and thank you so much for sending this request in. Please let me know how this is guys, I really hope you enjoy. Hope I haven’t lost my ability to write decent things yet...Moose :)

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“Y/N! SLOW DOWN!” 

You laughed a breathy laugh as you continued to run down the streets, the boys slowly fading into the distance. You groaned, smiling widely as you sprinted past the white ribbon laying neatly in the road, laughs and cheers coming from the rest of the newsies by your side. You slowed down, falling to the floor as you tried to catch your breath again, hearing the boys groaning as they also crossed the line. You chuckled as you saw a sweaty boy look down at you, a scowl on his face. 

“You’re called Race for a reason…and you still get beaten by a girl” 

“You’re not human, I swear. You just beat the fastest boys in Manhattan. Again! Were you a racehorse in another life or something?” 

Giggling, you took Races hand and got up, brushing the dirt off of your back and thighs. 

“You win! Again, Y/N! What do we have to do to make you lose for once?” 

“Just…be better Jackie. How’s that?” 

Jack rolled his eyes and walked off laughing, going to check on Elmer who appeared to be having an asthma attack. You sauntered over to Crutchie, who was smiling widely at you. 

“How did I do?” 

“Better than last time” 

“Yeah?” You asked, hunching over and still trying to catch your breath from the immense run you had just done. 

“8 minutes 24 seconds” 

“Holy mo…wasn’t my personal best like…12 minutes?”

“Yeah”

“And you really counted each second? For that long?”

“Yep”

“And this is why you’re the best person anyone could ever ask for” Crutchie smiled, pushing himself up off the wall he was perched on, leaning on his crutch as you walked with him behind the rest of the newsies to the lodge. It was silent for a while as the two of you continued to walk, desperate for a bath to relax your sore calf muscles. 

“Y/N?” 

“What’s up?”

“What’s it like to run?” 

You were taken aback slightly, thinking for a moment. Of course, Crutchie had never run in his life before. At least, not without having an excruciating pain in his leg as he tried to run properly. 

“It makes you feel free. Like a bird, almost. Feeling the wind in your face and your hair makes you feel like you’re flying. At first, you can’t stop grinning with the pure joy of rushing through the streets and then eventually, you stop feeling like you’re running and you just glide along the road, everything you pass soon becoming just a spec in the distance. Sometimes, I feel like I’m flying and I could just keep on running forever. I could run to the other side of the world if I wanted to…”

Crutchie hummed a sort of laugh, “Don’t you get tired?” 

“Sometimes. But I guess when you’ve been running for as long as I have, you just get used to it. Running was all I did as a kid…and it was all I had to get away from all my problems. I guess even now I still run away from everything”

“Jackie said that the fresh air in Santa Fe would make my leg better...I know it’s impossible but sometimes, I like to imagine that its true. And me and Jackie are running across the entire town. Me and Jackie…and, er…and you”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I mean, what’s life without you?”

You blushed, smiling down at your feet before elbowing him in the side softly, “shut up”

“Hey! Love birds! Hurry up! Jack is giving out dinner” Elmer shouted from the door, rushing back inside as you shouted back at him. 

“HEY! NOT LOVE BIRDS! NEVER WILL BE!” 

Crutchie grimaced and awkwardly laughed, “Never?” 

“Well, we’re best friends! Not ‘love birds’” you used air quotes, emphasising what Elmer had said. 

“I suppose” 

“Come on, I’m starved”

—————————————————————

“What’s happening?” You asked Jack, shouting slightly over the huge crowd of furious newsies behind you. 

“They jacked up the price of the papers! They want us to pay 60 rather than 50. They just wanna see us starve to death”

“Woah, Jack, slow down! Maybe they’re just running out of money and they needed to find a solution” 

“Oh so they just target the kids, yeah…great solution” 

You tried to argue back but Jack had turned away and clambered on top of the wagon, screaming out orders and chanting their demands to the rest of the newsies. You huffed and wiggled your way through the crowd to find Crutchie stood at the back, listening to Jack intently. 

“I hate when he gets in these moods” you mumbled, loud enough for Crutchie to hear but quiet enough that you sounded pissed off.

“What mood?”

“I’m Jack. I’m the leader of the Manhattan newsies. This is my terf. I’m the king of the world and anything that inconveniences me is automatically the worst thing there is”

“He’s never like that, Y/N. Plus, he kinda has a point” 

You couldn’t argue with that. Instead, you just huffed and sat on the nearest bench, crossing your legs underneath you as you watched the newsies cheer and scream and chant and everything else teenage boys do when they’re angry. 

“We, the newsies of Manhattan, are going on strike!” Jack yelled, the newsies cheering in front of him. 

“Wait, what?” You asked, although no one was listening.

“We will not sell a single thing until the world understands that we will not return to work until the price is correct” 

“Is he serious right now?” You asked Crutchie, although you were immediately shushed as Crutchie kept listening and cheering with the majority. 

“We don’t need hats and badges to prove we are a union, we are a union if we say we are. We are the newsboys union, and we demand that the price goes back down!”

“This is such a bad idea” you shook your head, beginning to stand up and head towards Weasel to get your papers. 

“Woah, hey, Y/N! What are you doing?” Jack stopped you as he saw you walk past the gate.

“Working” 

Jack laughed, “Are-are you deaf? Did you not hear me scream that we are on strike?”

“Oh, you were serious about that?”

“Damn right I’m serious”

“Okay” you laughed out a breathy laugh, “I’m gonna get to work now”

“What? No!” Jack shouted as he stepped in front of you, “Seriously, Y/N! Do you know what a strike is?” 

“I have kids to support, you to support, Crutchie to support and myself to support…someone’s got to do it” 

“We support each other, Y/N. Since when were you supporting the entire lodging house” 

“Since your dumb ass brought me to the house. You know I support these kids, and you know damn well that if someone doesn’t bring any money to the table, these kids are gonna die!” 

You had clearly shouted that at Jack a lot louder than you thought you had, as the crowd behind you had silenced and all eyes were on you. 

“I’m still working. No strike is going to stop me from looking after these kids” You practically spat at Jack, so close to his face you could see yourself in his eyes. 

“Y/N” Jack said calmly, although you could hear he was beyond pissed off, “don’t do this” 

You scowled at Jack, your eyes wandering to the right at the crowd of boys. Your eyes landed on Crutchie, who looked at you sympathetically. Taking a deep breath, you turned away from Jack and towards the line of supply newsboys. Each one left the gate and the boys threatened them with a single stare, encouraging them to throw down their papers and join the strike. 

“100 Weasel” you asked, placing the money on the desk. 

“At least someone has a brain” he smirked, taking the money and placing the papers in front of you. 

“Not just a brain, but an entire house of kids to support. Same time tomorrow, Weasel”

“Stay safe, Y/N” he said in a softer voice, having always taken a liking to you more than any of the others.

As you walked out the gate, you felt trapped under the number of eyes of each newsie, although you stood tall, keeping your gaze on Jack as you walked past. You knew none of them were going to even try to threaten or persuade you to stop, instead each one of them sympathetically looked at you. All except Jack who simply scoffed as you walked past him. At the end of the tunnel of newsies, Crutchie hobbled over to you. 

“I’m not gonna tell you you’re doing the wrong thing, but are you sure you wanna do this?” He asked

“Someone’s gotta look after you all”

“It shouldn’t have to be you” 

“Yeah?” You snapped, stopping in your tracks and scowling at Crutchie, “who else is gonna do it? Jack? Race? You?!” 

Crutchie went to argue but you interrupted him, “No, Crutchie! No one else will! I’m the one that’s been supporting this family since day one! Jack has his heads in the clouds, Race and Romeo are too busy chasing after girls, and the rest are too young to know the difference between a dime and a nickel! And you? You can’t even support yourself on two legs, let alone the rest of the lodging house!” 

As soon as you said the words, you immediately regretted it but being the stubborn teen you were, you stood your ground and continued scowling. Crutchie stepped away from you, holding his hand out towards the city, not making any eye contact with you. 

“See you at dusk” 

——————————————————

Night had fallen and you had sold all the papers, trying desperately to cover all the spots that the newsies had neglected that day. Your legs ached and your eyes were weary and you felt yourself yawning every minute. From down the end of the road, you could hear the usual cheering and laughing of the boys in the lodging house. You couldn’t wait to get home and relax with the boys, but as soon as you walked into the dorm, the noise silenced, each boy moving his eyes away from you. You knew you had snapped at them early but you didn’t think that they would turn you away. Not your family. Realising you weren’t welcome, you walked calmly over to the funding box where everyone made a donation to support the house. Well, everyone mainly being you. 

“$2. Enjoy” you smiled patronisingly, curtsying before heading outside to sit on the lodging house steps. It was a little while before a crutch slid down the stairs and two legs planted next to yours. 

“You ok?” 

“Yep” you popped the ‘p’, avoiding all eye contact with him and still feeling guilty about earlier. 

“How was your day?” 

You turned to him, looking at his joyful eyes, “how can you even stand to be near my right now?” 

Crutchie began to laugh, “all I did was ask how your day went today” 

“No…how can you even speak to me after what I said to you earlier?” 

“You were cross. I know you didn’t mean it” 

You tried to say something but nothing came out, so you smiled a tight smile, patting his leg in gratefulness. 

You took a deep breath, sighing as you exhaled, “have I done the right thing?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, did I do the right thing? Disobeying Jack and working anyway?” 

“Yes” Crutchie stated plainly, “You’re just trying to look out for us” 

“I try to” 

“And you do” Crutchie exclaimed as he took your hand, squeezing it gently but not letting go. 

You smiled softly at him, sniffling as you tried to stop the tears from falling, “you’re too good to me, Crutchie”

“Yeah, so I’ve been told”

Gasping lightly, you let go of his hand and smacked his arm, “by who?!” 

“All the boys at least once for as long as I can remember” 

Just as you were about to argue back, you were interrupted by a cough behind the two of you, making you turn back to meet Jack. You groaned, turning back around to face out into the open. 

“What?” 

“Dinner. You need to eat” 

“I ate earlier” you scoffed.

“No you didn’t. Eat, Y/N” Jack argued back, placing the loaf of bread and apple in your lap before heading back into the house. 

“You guys aren’t going to be like this until the strike is over, are you?” Crutchie asked, watching as you tore into the bread hungrily.

“We’ll see” you replied before noticing the hungry look in Crutchie’s eyes, “want some?” 

“I actually ate earlier, with the rest of the boys” Crutchie said shortly before having a chunk of bread shoved in his face. 

The two of you ate in silence, watching the streets of New York at nighttime. 

“Y/N?” Crutchie asked, chomping on his last piece of bread. 

“Mmhm?” 

“Promise me something” 

“What?”

“That you’ll never leave me” 

You looked toward Crutchie in surprise, a mouthful of bread, “what?” 

“Oh come on don’t make me repeat it” Crutchie laughed, blushing slightly. 

“Of course I’ll never leave you, you ass. You and me against the world, right? Y/N and Crutchie, Crutchie and Y/N” 

“Yeah…you and me kid” Crutchie took your hand again, bringing it close to him and kissing it gently. 

—————————————————————

You followed the boys to the circulation gate that morning, the same you had done for the past week, lingering at the back to partly keep Crutchie some company but mostly to hide away from the rest of the newsies who had chosen to ignore you at Jack’s orders. You slowed down as you saw the newsies take their positions at the front of the gate, sitting on anything and standing threateningly as they glared at each newsie coming in and out of the gate. 

“I’ll see you later, Y/N?” Crutchie said as you nodded your head gently, smiling as he walked to be with the rest of them. 

“When are you gonna learn, Y/N? You’re making the wrong choice!!” Jack called as you entered the gate, making you sigh in sadness. 

“Double today” you solemnly asked Weasel, placing the pile of coins on the desk. 

“Where’d you get all this money from?” 

“Hard work” 

“You earned all this yourself?” 

You nodded, too exhausted to reply. Weasel was about to interrogate you but when he saw the look in your eye, he knew you were telling the truth. You looked so broken. He assumed that because of your actions, you had been isolated and made into a recluse by the rest of the boys. He had assumed right. 

“Stay safe, won’t you?” 

“Sure thing” 

You trudged your way back out of the circulation gate, the boys’ eyes all on you. 

“Y/N?” Smalls quietly tried to get your attention, receiving a glare from Jack. 

“We don’t talk to the traitors” 

“Don’t talk to the ones that support you neither” you mumbled, a few of the newsies nearby gasping and quickly looking towards Jack. Luckily, he hadn’t heard as his attention was focused on something else. Or, rather, someone else. 

“Lookie here, Oscar” Morris sneered, “THE Jack Kelly can’t even persuade one of his own to join the pathetic little strop”

“We should probably go and help” Oscar emphasised help, sending a glance and a creepy smirk towards Jack, who knew that the boys constantly teased you and were weirdly sexual towards you.

“Touch Y/N, I’ll break both of you in half” Jack warned, jumping down from the wagon he was perched on and standing in the way of the Delanceys from getting to you. Hearing Jack’s threat, you stopped in your tracks and turned around, surprised that after the way he has been treating you, he would stand up for you like that. 

“Oh come on, Kelly…we were only gonna have some fun”

“Yeah, Kelly! We just wanted to have a good time!” Oscar laughed, nudging his brother with his elbow

“A real good time too” Morris growled, his hungry eyes on yours. 

You had never seen Jack Kelly completely lose it before, but as soon as you had gasped at Morris’ comment, you saw Jack’s demeanour flick like a switch. Before you knew it, Morris was flat on the ground, his hand covering his bloody face. 

“Jack!” You shouted, your breath heavy in fear for what would happen next. Despite how much Jack wanted to, he knew better than to mess with the Delancey’s. 

“Oh you’ve done it Kelly” Oscar growled, more aggressively than you had ever seen anyone before. 

Oscar and Jack started throwing punches at each other, half the newsies trying to break up the fight and half of them cheering Jack on. You raced towards the crowd, trying your hardest to get to Jack but kept being pushed back by everyone else. In the midst of it all, everyone was so focused on the fight occurring between Oscar and Jack that no one had noticed Morris scurry off back past the circulation gate to gather more people. No one, that is, until everyone started being attacked from all angles. You somehow managed to get drawn into the brawl, never really being violent before. You were surprisingly good at fending yourself off and punching boys that more than deserved it. When you had all of three seconds to breathe, your eyes scanned the crowd for Crutchie, worried that the Delancey brothers would have taken advantage of his leg and taken him away somewhere they could really hurt him. Your heart relaxed when you saw him crouched behind a wagon far away from the gate, hiding behind the crowd of gathering adults. Your lack of concentration on the surroundings proved to be worse than you thought, as before you knew it two boys jumped on top of you, pinning you to the ground as they punched and kicked you continuously, your body beginning to ache. You felt exhausted at this point and your eyes lit up when you saw the police push to the front of the crowd of adults. 

“It’s about time you showed up!” One of the boys cried, although you couldn’t see as the two boys who had jumped you were blocking the view. Although, you soon knew that they weren’t there to help as suddenly you heard a grunt, a groan and a whistle. 

“JACK! RUN!” You heard Crutchie shout from wherever he was hiding. You assumed it must have been Snider, the police guard that was personally searching for Jack ever since he escaped the refuge - a story Jack told to you so many times you could picture every detail. All your thoughts of Jack suddenly turned to worry as you heard Crutchie scream loudly, the sound of his crutch smacking his body. 

Your worry turned to rage and you suddenly found the energy to kick the two boys that had jumped you in the privates and push them off of you, leaving them groaning on the floor and clutching onto where it hurt most. You ran towards Crutchie but stopped in your tracks when you saw him being dragged away by two police guards, throwing him carelessly Into a barred carriage and quickly racing him away to, you assume, the refuge. Crying his name loudly, you felt yourself began to shake - the thought of losing Crutchie, your best friend and soulmate, mixed with the adrenaline of the fight you had just caused made you begin to cry. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, but soon enough you felt two arms wrap around your waist. 

“GET OFF OF ME!” You cried, wriggling your way around in the arms of the guard, slipping out and running towards the balcony where the headlines were written out every day. You looked behind you just before climbing the ladder, two of the Delancey gang and a guard on your tail. Climbing up the ladder as quickly as your legs and arms would take you, you tried to push away from the men trying to get a hold of you. 

“Oh come on now, we just want to show you what you deserve!” Morris shouted from below the balcony, laughing almost evilly as he saw the number of people after you. The guards had pushed the boys away, and clambered up the ladder after you, taking slow, stalking steps towards you as you back away from them sheepishly. You knew this was it. Your arms went out behind you to hold yourself on the bar behind you. Or at least, the bar that you thought would be behind you. For a few days, the balcony was having work done and the usual metal railings had been replaced with nothing but tape, which broke as you walked back into it. You slipped and lost your footing, gasping for air as you fell down swiftly, blacking out when the pain from hitting the ground became too unbearable. 

——

Your eyes watered as you struggled to open them, the harsh light in your face making you wince. You looked around at your surroundings, recognising you were in the doctor’s surgery room.

“What the-“ 

“Please, lay back down” the nurse ushered you to lay back down, noticing the shock on your face, “how are you feeling?” 

“Strangely okay…why can’t I feel any pain in my legs?” 

The nurse sighed sadly, looking down in disappointment before meeting your eyes again. 

“After the fall you..you became paralysed from the waist down” 

“W-what?” 

“The fall caused the nerves in your spine to break, which means that you won’t be able to walk. Ever.” 

You blinked at the nurse, mouth wide open as you tried to process what she had just told you. You took a deep breath, chocking back a sob as you laid back down, your eyes staring straight up at the ceiling. 

“The doctor will be in shortly to discuss the next step in your recovery”

You stared at the nurse in disgust, “Was that supposed to be funny?” 

The nurse looked at you funnily before heading out the room. You looked down at your legs, throwing then blanket off of yourself. Trying to move your legs, you became frustrated when you couldn’t move an inch.

“Come on you pieces of shit, MOVE!” You screamed, crying out in a loud sob as it finally sunk in that you may never walk again. 

“Y/N?” A small voice came from the door and you turned your head towards it, tears running down your face as you locked eyes with Crutchie.

“They won’t move, Crutchie! Why can’t I move my legs?!” you cried out, shaking with the ferocity of the sobs. Crutchie rushed to you as fast as he could, throwing his crutch on the floor and embracing you tightly, shushing you as he stroked your hair and drew circles on your back. 

“You’re alive, Y/N. That fall could have killed you but you’re still here. With me” 

“What’s the point of being alive? No one is going to buy from me anymore because I’ll be in a chair and..and I can’t run anymore” 

“You forget, Y/N, that I’ve been dealing with that since I’ve been born. I was abandoned by my parents for not being normal or right or fixed or whatever you want to call it. Just because one leg didn’t work, they didn’t love me anymore. But that’s not true with you. You could just be a hand and I would still love you the same way I did when all of you worked. You’re my Y/N, and that isn’t changing. I’ll never abandon you, whether you’re walking on two legs or wheeling around in a chair”

“You’re too good to me, Crutchie”

The doctor knocked on the door and Crutchie moved around to the other side of the bed, sitting down in the chair next to you and taking your hand.

“Y/N, how are you feeling?” 

“I’m not, isn’t that the point of being paralysed?” You snapped, Crutchie giving you a look before apologising to the doctor. 

“I understand that this has come as a big shock to you-“

“Understatement” 

The doctor glared, coughing awkwardly, “You have been prescribed a wheelchair to allow you to travel. It is second hand as I am aware you don’t have a lot of money or insurance”

“Insurance?” You asked Crutchie

“Don’t worry” Crutchie hushed you, still looking at the doctor intently.

“You will have to come here once a week to go through physical therapy. You can come with Mr. Morris when he too comes for therapy”

“Therapy? I can’t even move, what’s the point?” 

“For your back”

You hummed, narrowing your eyes before collapsing down back on the bed.

“Your chair unfortunately had to be shipped from West, so you will have to come back to collect it”

“Fine” you huffed, looking towards Crutch who smiled at you sadly.

“Thanks a lot, Doctor” Crutchie smiled, waiting until the doctor had left the room completely before hauling himself up with difficulty. 

“I’m going tell the boy’s you’re awake…and I’ll ask Jack to come and pick you up. I would, but…I don’t think I’m capable of carrying you all the way back to the lodging house. I can barely get there myself”

Crutchie turned around from where he was stood at the door to see you asleep in the bed. He smiled softly and pulled the door shut gently before heading off to get Jack.

——

The boys all jumped up from their beds when they saw Crutchie enter the dorm from his trip to see you. 

“How’s Y/N doing?” 

“Finally awake” Crutchie said, “although we got a diagnosis today…”

“What-what’s happened?” Race questioned, inching forward to the front of the gaggle of boys.

“Paralysis” Crutchie said quietly, a gasp from all the boys, “The doctor prescribed a chair and we have to go and pick it up next week”

“A chair? Like…a wheelchair? Aren’t those really expensive?” Romeo pitched in, knowing that they were short of money after spending everything on the care the hospital had already given you.

“We’ve just got to work our asses of to get the money, won’t we? Why you giving up so soon, Romeo?” Elmer asked, shaking his head.

“Anyone seen Jack? Y/N needs to come home today or else they’ll charge us silly amounts of money for extra care. Jack’s the strongest here”

“No one knows” Smalls said quietly, “he hasn’t been back since Y/N was taken to hospital…Davey and Les went to see if he was at the theatre, but they haven’t come back yet”

“Any idea what time they’ll be back? We really need to get Y/N back from the hospital” 

“Right now” Jack interrupted, “What’s the news Crutchie”

“Y/N’s awake” Crutchie began, Jack’s face immediately lighting up.

“What are we waiting for?! Let’s go and bring Y/N home!!” 

“Jack wait…” Crutchie stopped Jack before he fell down the stairs in excitement that his favourite newsie is alive, “you need to know something first” 

“What?” 

“Y/N…after the fall…” Crutchie sighed, “Y/N’s paralysed” 

“What did you just say?” Jack said, his tone become angry slightly. 

“After the fall, Y/N became paralysed from the waist down”

Jack remained silent, noticing the sad look on Crutchie’s face.

“Jack…Y/N needs to come home and you’re the strongest one here. Y/N probably would like to see you too”

Jack simply nodded, his mouth a tight line as he was still thinking about what he had just been told. 

“Let’s go then”

Jack and Crutchie hurried back to the hospital and to your room. 

“Crutchie, you’re back” you smiled, pushing yourself up slightly with all the strength you had in your upper body. 

“How are you holding up?” 

“With my arms” 

“Always with the sarcasm, Y/N” Jack smiled, stepping into the room behind Crutchie.

“What are you doing here?” 

“Nice to see you too”

“I thought you hated me”

“You’re my family. I’ll never hate you” Jack said softly, stepping towards you and taking your hand. 

“I betrayed you” 

“You were trying to support us. Everything you said about the fact that you are the only one that supports everyone was entirely true…I don’t know what we’d do without you. And trust me, we as the entire lodging house are going to help and support you. Because like hell do you deserve it. You’re my best friend, Y/N…I know I was mad but I was just so focused on the strike, I wasn’t focusing on you and that’s my fault” Jack begin to sniff, a sign that he was about to cry, “I’m so sorry I treated you that way for so long and I am so sorry I caused that fight and I-I’m so sorry I caused this” 

Jack was fully sobbing and you pulled Jack towards your shoulder, shushing him and you embraced him tightly. 

“This isn’t your fault, Jackie”

“It’s all my fault!” 

“Shh..no it’s not. Jack, it’s ok” 

You looked towards Crutchie who was clearly struggling to keep it together himself. You smiled sadly at him, still embracing Jack as he cried into your shoulder. 

“Jackie?” You asked when Jack had quietened down, “Can we go now?” 

Jack laughed, pulling away from you, “Come on kiddo, let’s go home”

——

A week later, Jack carried you back to the hospital with Crutchie walking beside the two of you.

“You excited, Y/N?” 

“About getting my chair?” 

“Yeah!” Crutchie added, “Finally some independence! Not having to have someone carry you to the toilet all the time?”  

“Please don’t remind me” Jack joked.

“I mean, yeah I’m really excited…but I’m kinda…well..I don’t know. I don’t know how it will do for selling” 

“Y/N, my crutch helps me sell twice as much as any newsie here. You in a char will sell a million!” 

“The Delanceys are never going to let me here the end of it” 

“It’ll be ok” Jack squeezed your leg encouragingly, stepping over the hospital’s threshold. 

“Welcome to the Manhattan hospital” the receptionist smiled, “how may I help you” 

“Uh…we’re here to pick up a wheelchair” Crutchie smiled back, hobbling over towards the desk. 

“Is it for you, sir?” 

“Oh. No. It’s for me” you interrupted, waving slightly while trying not to lose your balance and fall off of Jack. 

“Please can I take your name?” 

“Y/N” 

“I’ll get the doctor” she smiled, heading off to find the doctor and leaving the three of you standing aimlessly in the foyer. 

“Y/N, I’m going to perch you on the desk ok? Sorry, my back is beginning to hurt” Jack groaned, turning around and placing you on the desk. 

“Need a check up? We’re here already” 

“Quiet, you”

“Ah! Y/N” the doctor walked in, smiling when he say you on the desk, “How are you feeling?” 

“Better, thank you. Managing I suppose” 

“That’s fantastic. Have you been coping with getting around alright?” 

“The boys are helping me out just fine” you replied, smiling at Jack and Crutchie. 

“Amazing. Your chair will be through in a moment. I would just like you to fill out this form if you wouldn’t mind” 

“Sure” you took the form and pen off of him and placed it on the desk next to you, using all your strength to try and turn yourself around to fill it out. 

“Name? Y/N. No surname…” 

“Wait, no surname?” Jack asked you.

“Wow. My best friend doesn’t even know that I don’t have a surname” 

“Well, Crutchie and I have one” 

“You knew your parents” you replied, smiling slyly as you continued to fill out the form. 

“Address? The streets? I can’t put that can I?” 

“Lodging house, stupid” 

“Insurance? Honestly, what the hell is this?”

Crutchie ummmed and uhhhhed as he tried to think of how to explain it, “We pay a company to pay for our health care. But we don’t have insurance. We have to pay for our own health care. Davey could probably explain it better” 

“We can’t afford this…we’re newsies! We can barely afford daily food” 

“We’ll manage” Jack reassured, “we always do”

“Seriously, if this is too much and it means we have to spend all the money we have, we’re not taking this chair” you warned, struggling to keep yourself sat up, Jack noticing and moving to let you lay on his back, “Thank you, Jackie”

“Seriously, Y/N. It’s all going to be ok. The strike is over, we’re all back to selling and we’re all here to look after you” Crutchie reassured, hopping over to kiss your forehead before whispering in your ear, “It’s all going to be ok”

——

“RACE! I AM NOT A CAR! PUT ME DOWN!” You screamed joyfully as Race had you tilted up on two wheels, running you down the road as you clung onto the arms for dear life. 

“BUT YOU’RE WINNING!” 

“AGAINST WHO?”

“THE REST OF THE RACERS, DUH!” 

“YOU’RE INSANE!”

Race chuckled as he slowed down to a jog, steering the chair in multiple directions, making a screech as he pulled you to a stop. 

“Please, don’t do that again, Race” you laughed, panting. 

“All part of the fun of you being half a car”

“I’m still a human!”

“Arguable” Elmer muttered as he walked past the two of you.

“Want to stick a worm in his bed later?” Race whispered to you.

“Make it a whole tub and I might accept” 

Race wheeled you to the gate, and headed inside. You had asked him to leave you so you could get the papers yourself, but now you were sat outside, you really regretted asking him. Your heart was beating so quickly you thought it would jump out of your chest. 

“Y/N, you coming?” Crutchie asked as he caught up next to you. 

“I don’t think I can go in” you whispered almost silently.

Crutchie kneeled down, extending his bad leg so he could get to your eye level and feel more comfortable than he would with it bent, “I’m right here. Stick with me kid, I’ll help” 

You smiled and took ahold of the wheels, pushing yourself in and towards Weasel. 

“Y/N!” He cried, almost as if he was upset.

“50 today”

“What happened”

“The fall that happened the day of the fight? Well, now I’m paralysed…all thanks to the two dimwits to your left there” 

The Delancey brothers growled at you but you scowled back, taking the papers from Weasel and placing them in your lap. 

“Are you doing ok? Other than that?” 

“Well, my back is constantly in pain and I still have a million bruises but yes, I’m fine. See you tomorrow” 

You wheeled away and Jack jumped down from the wagon, “you could tone it down on the sarcasm you know” 

“Sarcasm is my only defence…especially now I can’t even walk” 

“Hey, positive thoughts kiddo” 

“Yeah yeah, whatever”

“We ready?” Crutchie asked as he came up next to you and Jack, struggling slightly to keep a hold of all his papers. 

“I honestly don’t know how I’m going to do this” you muttered, trying to keep your papers on your lap while trying to wheel you. Jack picked up on this and placed all his papers on your lap on top of yours. 

“You hold them, I’ll wheel you. Teamwork” 

“Pathetic” 

“No you’re not, Y/N” Crutchie shushed you, a hint of annoyance in his voice, tucking the papers under his arm.

“Sorry, Crutchie” 

“It’s ok. Let’s not go too far today so Y/N can get the hang of things” 

“Good plan. ROMEO!” Jack called.

“Yeah?” Romeo asked, sauntering over towards the three of you. 

“We’re taking your spot. We want to stay close to the gate today so Y/N can get the hang of things, so you take by the bridge today” 

“Sure thing, Jack. Come on Finch” Romeo nodded, squeezing your shoulder as he passed. 

“Let’s go” 

The three of you headed to the square by the circulation gate, Jack placing you and Crutchie by the statue. 

“I’m just going to the corner by the bakery. If you need me, just call” Jack said, smiling at you while you nodded in agreement. Jack ruffled your hair before walking away, shouting random headlines that weren’t anywhere in the paper. 

“Paper for you, sir?” You asked the closest man to you, who was too interested in the paperwork in his hand to notice you. You watched him walk away but be stopped by Jack, buying a paper and scurrying off. 

You took a deep breath, feeling annoyed with yourself and the world before shouting out the headline, “BROOKLYN BRIDGE TO BE DEMOLISHED! CONNECTION BETWEEN MANHATTAN AND BROOKLYN TO BE CUT OFF” 

“How much?” A man asked as he walked by, not looking at you. 

“Just a penny for you, sir” you replied, smiling at him to try and convince him to give you more. 

“Here you-“ the main began, finally looking up to you, “oh. Uh…looks like that boy over there has more papers so um…thanks anyway”

You groaned and threw your paper back on your lap. Your frustration alarmed Crutchie and he hobbled round from his side of the statue to yours, “hey, you alright?” 

“I told you this isn’t going to work! One look at me and they walk off! I’m not going to sell a single paper!” 

“Positive thoughts. Listen, I’ve only sold 2-“

“2 more than me then” 

“Y/N! JUST LISTEN!” Crutchie raised his voice, clearly frustrated before taking a deep breath, “You can’t give up on the first two people. Want me to stay with you?” 

You nodded, sorting out the crumpled paper on your lap that you had thrown in a strop. 

“NEWSIE PARALYSED FROM FALL! HERE THE STORY FROM RIGHT HERE FOLKS!” 

“Crutchie!” You gasped, looking around at the number of people he had attracted, “you can’t use me!”

“NEWSIE GIVEN A WHEELCHAIR AFTER BEING PUSHED FROM SIX STORY BUILDING! BULLIES PARALYSED NEWSIE!” 

“You the newsie that got paralysed from the fall?” A man asked that came up, fishing in his coat pocket for some change.

“Yes, sir” 

“What happened?” 

“A-a fight broke out between the newsies and the circulation boys and-“ 

“And they got hold of Y/N here and just pushed. Fell down six stories!” Crutchie interrupted, exaggerating the story to get more people passing by interested.

“And you’re paralysed?!” A lady asked having overheard, pulling her husband over with her.

“Yes, maam. From the waist down” 

“You poor thing! What’s it like?” 

“Well, it’s…hard. To do simple things. I have to rely on the boys back at the lodging house to help me bath and dress and even go to the toilet” 

“The lodging house? Are you an orphan?” Another of the crowd asked, louder than the chatters and mumurs around you.

“Yes, I am. I live with nearly a hundred other orphans and abused too”  You smiled sadly at Crutchie who smiled down at you approvingly, his eyes lighting up at the way you had finally brought the attention to yourself that you deserved. 

“Hey, I may as well take a paper while I’m here…” a man pushed his way forward, holding a few dimes in his hand, “What’s the headline?” 

“Still about the Trolley Strike I’m afraid, but there is a very interesting story on a newborn baby born with only one eye” 

“Really, oh, darling let’s get a paper!” A lady told her husband, urging him to get some money. 

“See?” whispered Crutchie, “told you we’ll be ok”

——

The two of you managed to sell your all your papers before dusk so you headed with Jack to the theatre, where Jack carried you up to the box overlooking the stage, setting you down next to Crutchie before heading back off to finish his painting in the workshop. 

“Maybe the chair isn’t bad after all” you whispered to Crutchie, smiling as he took your hand.

“I know. This is the fastest we’ve ever sold all of our papers” 

“Thank you” 

“What for?” 

“Being the best in the whole wide world”

“I’m not” Crutchie laughed, turning his attention back to the show.

“Course you are” you smiled, using all the strength in your upper body to lean over and kiss his cheek.

The two of you watched the show for a while, laughing together when the comedic acts performed and commenting on the singers’ performances. 

“I don’t know about you, Y/N, but I’m pretty hungry…wanna get out of here and grab something to eat?” 

“What were you thinking?” 

“Well…I’m pretty sure Jacobi has something that is on the verge of going rotten that he can’t sell so…how about we stop there?” 

“Oh, how high class!” 

“I know it’s not much now, kiddo, but I promise…when we get out of that house and proper, paying jobs, I’ll be feeding you the finest foods from England and Africa and everywhere else in the world we may never get to see”

“Don’t get my hopes up now, Crutchie” you retorted, shifting round in the seat to get the attention of the usher.

“When and why would I ever do that?” he laughed, placing a hand on your arm to signal you to relax while he hoisted himself up to find the usher. 

You sighed to yourself, “all the time…” 

“Sorry?” 

“Nothing. Come on, I’m hungry” 

“Yes, your majesty” he tried to courtesy, grimacing slightly at the pain it caused his leg.

The usher carried you back down the stairs and helped you into your chair before walking you and Crutchie to the door. When walking (well, pushing yourself) down the streets towards Jacobi’s, you met the two people you didn’t want to ever see outside of the circulation square.

“Shit” you mumbled, Crutchie following your gaze towards the brothers and gulping himself. 

“Well well well!” Oscar declared, “Look at this Morris! It’s the wimpy gimp and the vegetable!” 

“What did you just call me?” You stopped pushing the wheels of your chair, your voice laced with anger.

“You heard him, veggie. Move along before we make you!” Morris spat

“Shut your goddamn mouths!” You cried, twirling the chair around to face their smirk looks, “Only people with a brain have the right to talk to me! Rats have more right to talk to me than either of you!” 

Crutchie whined, knowing what you had just got the two of you into. 

“You hear that, Morris?” 

“Yeah” Oscar chuckled, “sounds like someone needs to be taught a lesson”

“Don’t touch her” Crutchie warned, stepping forward slightly in an effort to shield you.

“What are you going to do, gimpy? Kick me?” Morris laughed, punching Crutchie in the gut. 

You screamed his name, never feeling so useless in your life. You tried to push yourself forward to get to Crutchie, who was laying in a ball on the ground in pain. In the struggle to do this, you didn’t realise Oscar had made his way behind your chair, tilting it so far forward that gravity pulled you to the ground. You groaned in pain, using your arms to shuffle closer towards Crutchie before two hands grabbed your ankles, pulling you backwards and away from him. The brothers continued to punch and kick but gave up when they realised that the two of you were out cold. Instead, they turned to your chair, kicking and breaking it until it was just a pile of pieces on the floor. They had done enough to make you feel physically in pain for a week but mentally for eternity. The brothers made you realise how you were so useless in defending yourself and others when they needed it the most. Jack found the two of you on his way back home from the theatre, calling for help as soon as he realised who you were. He carried you home and a stranger assisted in carrying Crutchie, the two halves of his crutch left behind with the heap of wheelchair pieces.

You dozed in and out of consciousness, hearing Jack whisper, “It’s gonna be ok, kid…it’s gonna be ok”

——

“GUYS! GUYS! Y/N’S WAKING UP!”

You groaned as you blinked, shuffling about in your bed. 

“Y/N?” You heard Crutchie ask in a soft whisper.

“Crutchie…”

“Don’t try to talk, sweetheart” Jack interrupted, “you’ve been out cold for a couple days now…”

“What…why?” 

“They beat you up pretty bad, kid” Crutchie said sadly, stroking your hair as your eyes adjusted to the light, noticing the bruises and cuts on Crutchie’s face.

“Oh my god, Crutchie…” 

“I’m fine, Y/N. I woke up a couple hours afterwards” 

“He’s been sat here ever since” Smalls called out, Race shoving him in embarrassment, so he was sent flying to the back out of sight. 

“Is that true?” 

“Come on, boys. Let Y/N catch up on what’s happened” Jack announced, ushering them out of the dorm.

“Why? Wha-what happened?”

“You’re being laid off, Y/N” Crutchie mumbled, looking down at his hands in disappointment.

“I’m sorry?” 

“The World…they’ve uh…well…someone filed a formal complaint direct to Pulitzer about the fact that you were in a wheelchair and-and…well…you’re banned from selling any anything belonging to The World anymore. Apparently even if you cross the circulation gate, you could be arrested”

“Oh” you whispered, sinking down further into the bed.

“You ok?” 

“I…I don’t know” you whimpered, your breath quivering as your mind was racing with every negative thought you could possibly find, “Nothing ever works out…does it?”

“Y/N-”

“First I can’t walk, then I can’t sell and now I can’t work. I can’t support myself or anyone or-“ 

“Y/N-“

“I can’t get myself up in the morning, I can’t even get to the toilet on my own, I rely on everyone else to take care of me and I can’t help anyone in return. I just wish I could look after everyone else because they all need someone to look after them and I-“

“Y/N!” 

“WHAT?!” You sobbed, the idea that you can’t even work anymore getting to you. 

Crutchie stared at you as you continued to cry, sobbing into your hands until he couldn’t take it anymore. He lunged forward and pulled you towards him, struggling slightly to carry all your weight. Resting your head on his shoulder, you cried as he stroked your head, shushing you calmly. 

“Y/N, calm down” 

“But Crutchie…” 

“No! Listen! You are so loved you have no idea. Everyone will look after you. You have done so much for us since you’ve arrived. Always. Now it’s our time to look after you. We love you. I…I love you” 

“I love you too, Crutchie” you sniffed, returning the phrase in the usual platonic way the two of you did. 

“No, Y/N…I don’t think you understand. I love you. I would do anything for you. Your smile lights up my world and your laugh is the only thing I live for. I want to look after you…let me look after you. Forever.”

“You really mean that?” You whispered, your heart beating the fastest it had ever gone before. So much so you thought you were having heart failure. 

“I mean that more than anything in the whole world” he smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“I…I love you too” you whispered back, tears falling down your cheeks as Crutchie moved down to place a soft kiss on your lips. 

“Two bucks” Romeo nudged Race in the side as the entirety of the newsies were watching the scene play out in through the door that was sightly ajar. 

“You cheated. You got Jack to help you” Race groaned as he begrudgingly handed Romeo two dollars. 

——

“Y/N?!” Jack called as he raced up the stairs towards the dorm, “Y/N?” 

“Here” you replied, pulling yourself up from your bunk using the rails above you.

“Woah, hey. Let me help” 

“I’m ok, I can do it” you urged as Jack hurried towards you.

“Seriously, Jack…I can do it” 

“No, let me-“

“JACK!” You snapped, glaring at him as you continued pulling yourself up, finally managing to sit up fully, “See? Did it. I’ve been doing it long enough now…no need to doubt me” 

“I wasn’t doubting you, I just don’t want you to over do it”

“Did you want something, Jack?” 

“Oh right, yeah. I want to take you somewhere” 

“Where?”

“Somewhere”

“Oh right yeah, that well known place…’Somewhere’”

Jack chuckled, sliding his arms underneath your legs and back, “come on, smart ass”

“What if I don’t want to go” 

“Tough”

Jack carried you down the stairs and out towards Central Park, the two of you talking about anything and everything you could think of. 

“So…you and Crutchie?” 

“Shut up” 

“No seriously” Jack chuckled, “It was meant to be. Always has been” 

“Think so?” 

“Know so...speaking of which” Jack nodded his head towards the gaggle of boys by the fountain, Crutchie stood near the middle.

“What’s going on?” You asked Jack as you neared the group.

“Well…” Jack began before Race interrupted.

“Since the Delanceys broke your chair, you need your independence back again” 

“And you must be bored of all of us carrying you around at some point” Romeo added.

“So we all pitched in and got you something!” Smalls piped up, bouncing with excitement. 

Crutchie smiled and disappeared behind the crowd before reappearing, pushing the handlebars of a brand new chair.

“Here you go, kiddo” 

“Guys…” you gasped, the chair clearly more modern and new than the one you were initially given from the hospital. It’s seat looked so comfortable and it even had foot rests. The boys had added rubbering around the wheels to make it more bearable to move. 

“Want to try it out?” Jack asked, laughing when you furiously nodded your head. He placed you in the chair and you shuffled into it. Crutchie bent down and helped guide your feet to the foot rests, kissing you gently but passionately on the way back up.

“How’s it feel” 

“Good…real good” you smiled back, tears threatening to fall, “thank you so much guys”

“It’s nothing. Your family…we love you. We all believe in you, no matter what anyone else in the world thinks. You may not physically be able to, but you still kick ass. You are our everything, and we’re here to look after you forever” Jack announced, smiling at you before remembering the news he had for you. 

“We had a little talk with Pulitzer and explained the situation…you may no longer be a newsie but…he’s willing to offer you a place in the journalism department” 

“What…writing? For the paper?” 

“For the paper” Crutchie confirmed, smiling widely. 

“Seriously?”

“YES!” The crowd said in canon, laughing together. 

“This is honestly the best day ever” 

“Come on boys, let’s get some dinner” Race shouted, waving everyone to follow him to Jacobi’s.

You laughed with the rest of the group, taking a deep breath before pushing the wheels on your chair forward. You smiled as the chair moved so easily and freely, but you were stopped suddenly as Crutchie placed his crutch in front of you. 

“You know,” he said as he moved in front of you, “Jack really meant it. I’m going to look after you until you’re old and grey, my little smart ass-kick ass-pain in the ass-partner in crime” 

“Promise?”

“Promise. It’s all gonna be ok” 

“I love you” you smiled, reaching to grab his neck and pull him towards you, kissing him lovingly.

“And I love you”

[secretlymarkipliersbarry]

In honor of it being Wilford Warfstache’s Birthday, I’m gonna tell a story about a Warfstache cosplayer I met.

I’m not sure if I ever told this story, but I know at the time I really wanted too. If I did then here I am telling it again, if not, here you go!

So in 2017 I went to Shuto Con. If you don’t know what that is it is a local anime convention in Lancing Michigan. I’ve been to Shuto one time before that in 2015. It was after me and my boyfriend had broken up, and my friend wanted to do something nice for me. I really enjoyed it. It had a lot of panels and a game room and loooots of artist and merch, so when my cousin asked me to go with her in 2017, I was happy to do so.

I wanted to cosplay, I’ve been to two conventions (Shuto and Evillecon in Indiana) and I never really cosplayed. I felt like I was missing out, and since it was such late notice I couldn’t order anything. I really wanted it to be Markiplier based, but had no idea what to do. I told my cousin I was thinking of cosplaying Tiny Box Tim, but I had no idea what to do for it.

Which she said as a joke “Just put a box on your head”

Yea that's exactly what I did

DISCLAIMER

I didn’t know at the time it is dangerous to cosplay with cardboard. My dumb ass not only had cardboard on my head for hours but cardboard that was spray painted. I do not recommend it. Nothing happened and I was completely fine but just be safe and don’t be dumb like me.

So I had it all set up! I made the cosplay head

I thought it turned out pretty nice. I was really proud, and when the convention came around, I was ready to go.

Much like other cosplayers, I had spent the night before finishing up the head. So I didn’t get to bed till late and had to get up early so that was a fun time. When my cousin and her boyfriend came to go, we got all of our things ready, and we left, me having no idea what was going to happen at the convention.

When we got there, it was bustling. There were people everywhere, noise, excitement, everyone ready for a sweet weekend. I put on the head to make sure everything was fine, and realized how fun it was going to be to try and see out of it since the only way to really see was through the mouth, which pointed toward the ground. So I took it off in order to pick up my badge.

As I stood in line, I looked around seeing the cool cosplays and some people that looked familiar, in the end, seeing the one person I never thought I was going to see.

Wilford Warfstache

I got so fucking excited dude. He looked PERFECT for Wilford. His hair was spray painted pink and it had the curls. He had killer glasses his Warfstache was on POINT. It was, of course, the one you buy on amazon his outfit was even right. Of course, he was cosplaying, he put TIME into his outfit, that that wasn’t what caught my attention the most. He was acting like Wilford REALLY well. He was super outgoing and jumpy and doing the suspender thing.

You know

The suspender thing

So my giddy ass was like on my GOD I wanna talk to this loser. He looked around my age, so I was like we both like Mark we must be meant to be friends. However I’m shy as fuck and I still needed to get my badge, so I sadly just watched him walk away back into the convention. 

After we got our badges, I put my TBT head back on to head into the convention. Thankfully my cousin and her boyfriend were there to guild me.

They didn’t have to guide me far though cause I didn’t even fully get through the doors of the convention before hearing

“TINY BOX TIM!“

I panicked, looking around to see who called and then just see a fucking flash of pink.

The Wilford that I had just seen and was to shy to go talk to, found me

He came up and just instantly hugged me, calling me his little biscuit and saying how excited he was to see me there. (Spoiler but later when I talked to him he told me he asked me if I had made the head, but I couldn’t hear him from the shock factor of everything). People began to SWARM us, asking for pictures and asking if we came together, he had to answer all the questions cause I was too quiet behind the head, he still had his arm around me though as he talked to people. So many pictures were taken, and I even got a few myself.

As we continued to walk around the convention after saying goodbye to the bubblegum prince, I had a few people recognize me and ask for pictures or just call out my name. I would wave and take pictures and I just enjoyed being at the convention. I ran into the Wilford twice after that, once while I was sitting and didn’t have my head on, so I didn’t think he knew it was me, and again when I did have my head on and we went to buy things from the artist. Several people swarmed us again asking for pictures and one super sweet girl almost started crying saying how it made her day to see us cause she didn’t expect to see Markiplier cosplayers there. Wilford and I took pictures with her and told her we were glad we made her day, and then we continued to do our own thing.

He was honestly the sweetest Wilford ever, he played the part well, he looked well, and I was so glad I got to meet him.