#‘me and the bad bitch I pulled by being a silly little guy��� - Jack

[rinammonroll]

It’s been a while. Med school has me swamped to high heaven. My lack of RinaJack art will not stop my love for them though. Commissioned the wonderful @yanabeardoodles to draw my bg Rina with Jack. She did her so much justice I’m. Screaming. Forever in love with this piece.

[confiaenanaa]

OOOOOO ANOTHER M&M WRITER?????

ONE OF US! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!!! ANYWAY, I'M JUST HERE TO SAY MY THANKS CUZ I'M GLAD SOMEONE ELSE IS WILLING TO WRITE FOR EMINEM 👀, back to my real intention (hehe), may i request (if you're open, if not you can discard this request) an f!reader with 90's marshall an age-gap around 1-2 or no age-gap, your choice, and the reader was just having an amazingly bad day, while her boyfriend just ruins it even more for her. after their biggest ever argument, reader just ends up wanting to break up with him, in which he agreed and she just stormed off somewhere private and dark but calm for her to listen to music and cry, but then there's marshall spotting her in the corner all by herself. and him, as her best friend, of course wouldn't let the little lady be alone. n then she just kind of started aggresive at first, but moves on to give up and cry while cuddling marshall after a bit more of interacting with the silly blonde guy. he always have great advices for cases involving love, especially for reader, but when it comes to him actually falling for reader? now that's a special case. he'd sometimes give an obvious advice that led to giving hint that he wants reader be with him. (ex: "maybe u can date someone blonde hotter than him." something like that) YOU GET ME YOU GET ME????????? SPECIAL SONG INSPIRATIONAL: TREAT YOU BETTER 🔥🔥🔥🕶️🕶️ ANYWAY, THAT'S ALL OF MY PROMPT, THE REST IS UP TO U, EITHER ENDS UP WITH SMUT OR FLUFFFF 🤭

eminem - friends to lovers

fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

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synopsis: Y/N and Marshall are best friends. Y/N goes through a rough breakup; and her best friend is there to help her.

warnings: cursing, smoking

A/N: first request! I hope you like it. if there's any feedback you have let me know!

Y/N pulled into her driveway, sighing after a long day's work. She’d had a terrible day, truly one of her worst. She’d requested a raise from her boss, which she was denied; later, she spilled coffee all over herself and her car on her lunch break. She’d botched her presentation and possibly lost the deal of a lifetime. Her coworkers seemed to be extra annoying, and most of all, her boyfriend, Jack, couldn’t let her relax for one day. She’d received the seventh passive aggressive text from him just as she was turning the key to her front door. 

“Why haven’t you gone for groceries yet? I thought you were going to get me my favorite sour candies.“ 

At this point in her day, she just needed some peace. Maybe a facemask, some ice cream, and a movie. However, just as she’s setting her bag down on her desk, she hears an irritated sigh behind her. She turns to look at him, displeased as ever. 

-Why are you being so bitchy today? All I asked for were my sour candies.

She felt a surge of rage through her body. How dare he call her that? 

-Bitchy? What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve clearly had a rough day, so can you just lay off my ass and let me relax for a bit?

-Why the hell do you need to relax?! All you do is bitch about your job and sit on your ass all day doing nothing and making jack shit!

He’d begun to scream in her face. At this rate, it’d take only one more syllable out of his mouth to make her go catatonic. 

-At least I have a job! And I’m not just some squatter mooching off his girlfriend and sucking the life out of her! 

She knew she’d struck a nerve. He’d recently lost his job—one that he’d really loved. She saw his face contort from rage to hurt to a mix of both.

-Is that how you really feel? Fine! Then I’ll go and suck the life out of someone else since I’m such an inconvenience to your life!

-Yeah! You should! Get the hell out, Jack! And take your shit with you!

He’d looked a bit shocked. By the end of the night, he’d been packed up and moved out. Y/N sat down on her couch and popped open a bottle of vodka. She decided to text her best friend in search of some comfort. He’d texted back almost immediately. 

“I’m sorry to hear that you guys broke up. If you want, I can come over and bring your favorite chocolates and stuff.”

She’d smiled at the message. She told him to come over as quickly as possible. When she put her phone down, the feeling of grief hit her like a truck. It washed over her, covering her from head to toe. She felt the tears flow down her cheeks freely. She suddenly wanted to sink into the couch and not come back out. She didn’t regret her decision, but she’d certainly mourn the loss of a loving figure in her life. 

Just as she began to allow her thoughts to wander, she heard a knock at her front door. She opened it and saw her bleach-blonde best friend. He had a wide grin on his face as he held up the Walmart bag full of snacks and skincare. They were watching a movie, a random one; at least, to Y/N. She couldn’t pay attention; she was too busy thinking about her breakup and the thousand other things overwhelming her at the moment. She’d excused herself, telling him she was going to the bathroom. Instead, she decided to go to her spot. In her backyard, there was a small hill. On the other end, there was a pond with ducks and trees, and she always had it to herself. She sat down near the pond, pulling a cigarette out of her pocket. She lit it and inhaled. 

Just as she was about to light her second cigarette, she heard footsteps behind her.

-Hey.

-Hi.

-You feelin’ okay?

He asked as he took the cigarette out of her hands and hit some himself.

-Kind of. I just don’t really know what I’m feeling. I’m not regretting it, but I’m sad.

-I get it. But the best way to get over things is to move on. Don’t keep thinkin’ about that shit, or you’ll get caught up in it and things’ll get worse.

She realized he’d been right (like always). He looked up at her with hopeful eyes.

-Let’s go back inside and just chill, yeah?

-Alright.

She laid down in her bed, Marshall quickly following suit. She looked around her room, beginning to think about the weight of what just happened. She felt the tears pricking her eyes again. Marshall felt her tremble and heard a sniffle, so he just held her close and whispered reassuring words to her as he stroked her hair. 

-Look, you don’t need a guy like that.

They both sit up.

-Oh, yeah? And what kind of guy do I need?

She asked, keeping up the silly banter their friendship always maintained.

-I don’t know—maybe a hot blonde guy that actually cares.

She giggled and hit him on the shoulder; she thought he was joking, until she looked him in the eye. She saw that he meant it. Y/N froze for a second; did she really want her best friend? Did he really want her? She didn’t really have time to answer since he’d already had his hands pulling the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss...

[sortasirius]

“Last Call” and Canon Bi Dean

This is going to be very long, very rambly, and very emotional.

Really though, I had high expectations going into this, and quite honestly?  Jeremy Adams blew me away.

This episode is about Dean’s growth, it’s about who he was to Lee, and who he is now, about overcoming his own desire to just stop caring and keep on fighting for the innocent.  But most importantly to me?  This episode canonized bi Dean.

So let’s just get right into it, we know from the beginning that we’re meeting Lee, Dean’s old friend that Sam doesn’t really know or isn’t really close with, but the way Dean leaves?  He doesn’t want to bring down the mood of Sam and Eileen in his post breakup depression funk?  Good grief.

The bar is cool and right up Dean’s alley, and right out of the gate we get the promo scene with the waitress that we were all wigging out about.  And my hunch was right, Dean just kinda rolls right by, which man, Dean from season 1?  Hell no.  She’s just his type, clearly into him, and yet, Dean’s world literally falls away when he sees Lee Webb singing onstage.

You can’t really do justice to the way with words to the way that Dean looks when he sees Lee and realizes who he is, Jensen and Christian have so much NUANCE in their scenes together, and the history behind them is palpable, even though we don’t know the extent of it.  And Lee is just the same way, looking Dean up and down and “Dean Winchester,” just to hammer home that something is going on here and we should not ignore it.

“You got time?”  “Always.”  Bruh. There are so many details that we can pick up on about them, their relationship, who they were to each other.  Even Dean’s little “you sound good,” come on guys, what the fuck?

That’s another thing: why don’t we know the history?  Why do they shy away from talking about why they split apart?  Dean is clearly upset when Lee mentions Arizona, what happened?  Why did John and Dean never mention Lee? And obviously Lee knows John, hell he seems more sorry than Dean does that John’s dead, but then again, the Dean that Lee remembers idolized John, so that’s definitely a big change for Lee, because Dean clearly doesn’t idolize John anymore.

I just want to hear about everything that’s mentioned in the episode in more detail: Lee and Dean went hunting together, presumably alone, since John caught them drunk on a hunt.  What went on?  I think we know. How often did they hunt together? How long had they known each other? D E T A I L S please Jeremy Adams!!!

“I don’t think I have seen you since Sammy was in college.”

“Right.”

“I mean, hell, I thought you were-”

“Dead?”

Also Lee does this little teasing laugh and everything about them is soft and my chest hurts.

“I mean, that’s usually how this ends, isn’t it?”

And what I want to talk about here is Lee’s reaction, because he doesn’t shrug and do the usual “so it goes” that so many hunters do, he looks at Dean, like really looks at him, he sighs and says a simple “yeah” with this look that’s so soft and so full of something and Dean looks away (doing his eye motion thing he does with Cas) and Lee breaks contact too and looks down and smiles and oh my god.  I told yall this was going to be rambly but I didn’t draw breath while typing that lmao.

I wanna know about the Arizona thing, I want to know why it made Dean uncomfortable when Lee mentioned it, and I want to know why it’s glossed over.  These two were like best friends, you can tell, and for them to just stop talking?  Hm.

They swap tales, talking about the triplets that they “split em up fair and square” even though that’s not possible and they had an orgy obviously.  Dean has this look with the waitress again and you can tell he appreciates it but like?  That’s the end of it?  In the next scene she’s gone and it’s just Lee and Dean talking, Dean making Lee laugh and enjoying it, it’s just so...romantic?

And even though, the second that Lee doesn’t recognize someone he should puts all of us, as the audience on alert, it doesn’t even cross Dean’s mind that Lee is doing something wrong, it’s not even on his radar.

“There’s nothing you can’t have, man.”

“Then who’s gonna kill the bad guys?”

“Somebody else.”

And Dean looks away, because it’s clear what Lee is asking.  He’s asking for Dean to stay.

When Lee starts up the band, I was just struck by how much they look at each other, getting in each other’s space, Lee leaning forward, Dean watching him walk away.  Guys.  This happened in front of our faces on screen.

“Can’t sit around lip syncing ‘Eye of the Tiger’ when no one’s watching.”

This is a callback to the ghost sickness episode, but also an intimate moment that no one gets to see of Dean.  Sam catches him in the act of it on that episode, so how does Lee know he does this?

And then, let’s get to the singing.  Dean’s always postured to Sam that he can’t sing (which we all know Jensen has the voice of an angel) and the buildup to him actually singing was so beautiful, because Lee knows he can, he teases him with the “Eye of the Tiger” thing, winks at him, keeps trying to pull him onstage, stands there and bites his lip when Dean’s singing.  I mean.  I’m at a loss to what else you would think about them, it’s just plain as day: they were together.

The whole thing is just so playful, and we never see playful like this from Dean.  It’s flirty and funny and sweet and just such a nice change of pace, so good for Dean to be with someone that clearly wants to be with him, who he has history with (amidst the divorce he’s currently in w Cas).  Even when they sing together they can’t keep their eyes off of each other and the whole thing is honestly too much it’s so fanfic-y and I can’t handle it.

And then, the big thing, Lee slaps Dean’s ass in the middle of the song, and Dean doesn’t blush, he doesn’t stand up straighter like that’s weird or wrong, he grins this huge amazing beautiful grin and says “you son of a bitch.” What else are we looking for here?  He’s bi.  He’s bi.  With the lighting behind him and the bar named Swayze’s and Lee staring holes through him, we finally saw onscreen, canonical proof that he’s bi.  Sure, it’s been hella subtextual before, but this is text, and no one can ignore it.

At the end of the song, one of Lee’s hands is gripping Dean’s shoulder, and Dean’s arm is around Lee’s waist??????????  Help??????

They round it all out with kicking some gross guys out of Lee’s bar, and Lee stares at Dean and says “still got it.” I mean....I’m running out of ways to say the same thing over and over.

“Best friend’s don’t just leave without saying goodbye.”

“They do if they deserve it.”

Hmmmmmmmm, something to think about with these lines.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on okay, but this is not you.”

Compare that with:

“Cas, this isn’t you, this isn’t you.”

Cool.  Fine.  I want to die.

Lee became the monster because he thought there was no point in being a good person anymore.  You can’t stave them off so you might as well “have a little fun.”  Which I think is interesting because of how apathetic and hopeless Dean’s been since Chuck, since Jack, since Mary, since Rowena, but when it comes down to it, he’s always going to care, which is why we love him.

But what I really want to talk about is the way Dean’s face twists when Lee touches him, he turns his head away, his face contorts, like he wanted Lee to touch him, but not like this.  We’ve seen Dean’s heart break so much in this show, he’s lost so much and so many, but this is something so different.  It’s not only betrayal, or a realization that he has to kill Lee, it’s the loss of what he had with Lee, what he felt for him.  It hurts to watch as an audience member, and I can’t imagine how it is for Dean.

Dean’s voice also breaks when he tries to call Lee back, in case you still had any tears left to cry.

The gunfight is intense, but not nearly as intense as what’s coming.

“I don’t know you.”

“You don’t Dean?  I am you.  I’m just you that woke up and saw that the world was broken.”

“Then you fix it.  You don’t walk away, you fight for it!”

No double meanings in this episode are there?  Perhaps this is a little bit of what happened between them all those years ago bubbling to the surface?

And then we get one of the best fight scenes in the show, and you know when Dean gets that cue stick, that it’s game over for Lee, but what I wasn’t expecting is the sheer heartbreak on Dean’s face.  They both look down at the wound, like they’re both surprised, and Lee holds Dean, he fucking holds him, and this fucking piano music plays when Lee says “okay” and drops to the floor, and Dean leans against the pool table because fuck, how much more can he lose?

And because not even THAT is enough, ten seconds of divorced Destiel distress?  Where Dean clearly wants to talk to Cas but Cas is still giving him the cold shoulder and it breaks Dean’s heart but he doesn’t know how to fix it????

There’s just so much to unpack here, the show is teaching us new things about Sam and Dean and Cas all the time, and yet I feel like I really know Dean know, I;ve seen a little bit of him that I had never seen before, and I’m just grateful. I’m grateful for Dean, grateful for these writers, grateful for his growth.  I’m grateful for the angst and the happiness he had with Lee, however fleeting, and I’m grateful that I get to leave this episode with the fact that Dean is oncreen bi.  Sure, it can be up to interpretation, he didn’t come out and say it, but that’s because he didn’t have to.  Lee knew, so we knew, and that was all that mattered.

This silly, weird show is important to me for so many reasons, (clearly, since I talk about it all the damn time), but Dean especially is so important to me, I see so much of myself in him, and him being allowed to be him, without some grand coming out scene is even better than I could have ever hoped for.  So thank you, Jeremy Adams, for giving us bi Dean, and one of my absolute all time favorite episodes in the show.

[yikesharringrove]

ok so i just had a dream about this and i feel the need to tell you because its prime protective Billy shit. So after the whole mind flayed thing Steve and Billy get to be pretty close friends, and almost immediately they both fall for each other HARD, but both of them refuse to believe the other could ever like them, despite Robin screaming at both of them to just ask the other one out already. (pt.)

(pt.2) one day some random dude comes into the video store and starts flirting with steve, who figures he hasn’t gone on a date since Nancy, the guys cute, sure he’s not Billy but he seems nice enough and steve is also just very lonely, so they set up a date for that Friday at 6:00 and Steve is pretty excited. When he gets to his house and tells Billy, who was there for their wednesday horror movie night, billy tried to seem happy for him even though he ready to kill this guy

(pt.3) Billy does a pretty decent job at hiding his feelings about the date, and he doesn’t want to hold Steve back, but when he gets home he calls Robin and bitches for a sold 30 minutes, she just tells him if he’d got his shit together and just asked Steve our this wouldn’t be a problem. So the day of the date rolls around and Billy doesn’t see Steve all day, can’t bring himself to see him so excite to go date someone else. Around 6:15 his phone buzzes with a call from Steve             (pt.4) he answers and when he does Steve sounds awful, he’s been crying for a while. Asks if Billy can come pick him up, and billy speeds his way there. When he shows up and sees steve leaning against the brick wall rubbing away tears he loses it. Asks him what happened and Steve quietly tells him his date was a huge asshole, flirted with the waitress, pointed out the scar on steve’s hairline and told him he’d be a lot cuter without it, but don’t worry you’re still good enough for a fuck

(pt.5) Billy is ready to kill someone, he hugs steve and drags him to his car and tells him to stay put, slams the door and gets inside before steve can argue, find the guys pretty quickly, grabs him by the collar and spits out some pretty harsh words drops him to the floor and leaves. They are both quiet on the drive back but when billy drops steve off at his house he sheepishly asks him to stay, when billy tells him it’s a bad idea steve says okay and kisses him goodnight. Billy almost faints. 

I am SO SORRY this took a thousand years, it got a lil lost in my inbox.This is modern, Billy got possessed but the kids burned it outta him, everything else is canon.

“Who the fuck is that?”

Billy was “helping” Robin re-shelve, which meant he was pulling random movies off their shelves and putting them in different spots until she noticed and yelled at him.

She looked in the direction Billy was glaring, looked to see Steve batting his eyes as that guy, the tall jocky guy that comes in a few days a week to flirt with Steve.

“Oh, that’s Ben. He comes in all the time and flirts with Steve.” Billy’s eyes were dark.

“And does Steve, does he always, flirt back?” Robin rolled her eyes. Billy was so bad at acting nonchalant.

“Yeah, Dingus really has a thing for him. Talks to me nonstop about him.” Of course he talks about Billy way more often, but Robin is over the two of them being so fucking oblivious.

“Oh. Good for him.” Billy was blinking a lot.

Steve was leaning over the counter, was giggling like a schoolgirl.

The bell over the door jingled. Billy was gone.

-

Wednesday nights had become a tradition. Billy and Robin would come over to Steve’s, would take turns picking scarier and scarier movies.

It all started because Robin thought Steve should expand his horizons, and Billy liked the way Steve would get scared, would hide in Billy, would shove his face into his chest, or his arm, or wiggle his way into his lap.

But he was not in the mood for a movie tonight. Not after watching the way Steve had gone all bashful earlier.

But he found himself pushing open the double doors anyway.

“Bill! Guess what!” Steve was jamming around the kitchen in thick socks and little shorts, a faded Hawkins High Swim Team sweatshirt, and his glasses, like he was trying to fucking kill Billy with how adorable he is. “I got a date!” Billy’s heart thumped to a stop.

“You, you what?”

“I got a date! With that cute Benny that comes into Family Video. He asked me out! We’re gonna go to dinner on Friday!” Steve was so fucking excited. Billy couldn’t find it within himself to bring down the mood. “I just, you know how lonely I’ve been, and, I haven’t been on a date since Nancy.”

Steve was rambling, going on and on about this fucking guy. Was talking over the movie, which normally, Billy would think was kinda cute, but it was all, Benny said the SWEETEST thing, or look at this meme Benny sent.

Billy was about four second from tearing his hair out.

He was driving Robin home after movie night needed to vent.

“Look, I’m not saying I want Steve to be unhappy. I want him to be so happy. But I just, I get a bad feeling about that Benjamin guy.” Robin rolled her eyes.

“Well if you had gotten your head outta your ass and just asked Steve out like I fucking told you to, you, Billiam could be going on a date with our sweet Dingus.”

“I just, after everything this summer, I didn’t know if, if he was ready, and he never really seemed the same after the Nancy shit.”

“That’s a lame excuse and you know it.”

It was. And he knew it.

He avoided Steve the next two days. Couldn’t deal with all the excited posts on Steve’s secret Insatgram account, the one just for his friends.

Apparently he had done a face mask, had taken a fucking candlelit bath. He posted outfit options on his story.

Billy spent Friday chain-smoking in bed, yelling at Max whenever he got kicked off Netflix for too many screen in use.

Steve was getting picked up at 6. Had been posting a fucking countdown on his story. Billy wanted to crawl into a hole and fucking die.

When 6 came, Billy was working out, listening to loud, angry music as he lifted weights. He was trying his fucking best to keep his mind off of Steve, that fucking Benjamin.

But his music was interrupted by his phone going off, Steve’s contact picture filling the screen, a silly one Billy loved of Robin shoving marshmallows into his mouth. He could fit 17.

“What’s up?” It was only half past 6. Something must’ve happened. “Stevie, are you okay?” He could hear Steve sniffling.

“Bill, could you come pick me up?”

Billy was already out the door.”

“Drop your location, Pretty Boy. I’m on my way right now. Don’t move. I’ll be there soon.” Billy sped to the diner.

He saw Steve sitting on the curb outside, his face buried into his knees.

He had gone with outfit option number 4 from his Instagram, a thick cardigan, made of soft dark green wool, his nice jeans, the ones that made his ass look great, and a soft t-shirt. His hair was the most done Billy had seen it in a while. It made Billy’s heart break.

He pulled into a spot, dropping to sit next to Steve.

“You wanna talk about it?” His eyes were red-rimmed, glazed over as he loked at Billy.

“He was, he was so different from how he, how he was. He kept ignoring me, and flirting with the waitress, and he kept like, pointing out the scars on my face, like, like the one here,” he poked at his hairline. “And he said, I’d cuter without it, but, but that I’m still okay for a fuck if he took me face down, because, because my ass is the only thing I got goin’ for me-” Billy pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m so sorry, Baby. You’re so much better than that, than him.” He kissed the mark on Steve’s hairline. “He still in there?”

“Yeah. I asked him to take me home and he said if I was gonna give him blueballs he might as well fuck the waitress. Since she’s hotter than me anyhow.”

“Stay here.” Billy got up, cracking his neck as he walked into the diner. He found the guy right away, was smiling so sleazy at the waitress in question who looked like she’d rather die than go out with him, but needed a good tip. He stared at her ass when she walked away.

Billy sat in the seat across from his.

“So, Benjamin. Figured you and I ought the have a little chat.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“My name’s Billy.” Ben rolled his eyes.

“God, Steve wouldn’t shut the fuck up about you.” Billy’s heart swelled, but he was on a mission.

“Steve is the best person in this whole God-forsaken world. And you dare treat him like he’s shit on your shoe. You’re fucking disgusting.” He reached up, pulling on the collar of his shirt, slamming his nose into the table, letting his head bounce back up.

“What the fuck, you psycho.”

“He is like sunshine, he is the only thing good in this fucking town, and you have the audacity to hurt him. He is made of love, and you could;ve had him, but you’re a garbage human who deserves jack shit.” He stood from the table, Ben’s nose bleeding into a mad of napkins.

“If you don’t at least text him an apology, I will be breaking more than just your nose.”

Billy stood up, sweeping out of the diner to find Steve waiting by the passenger seat of his car. They drove to Steve’s in silence apart from the odd sniffle from Steve.

They sat for a moment in his drive way, the car off, crickets chirping in the bushes.

“I heard what you said.” Steve’s eyes were wide, his face shadowed.

“And?”

“I didn’t know you felt like that. About me I mean.” Billy sighed.

“Stevie, you are probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I, I love you.” Billy was fidgeting with the steering wheel.

“You mean it?” Billy just nodded, looking straight ahead through the windshield at Steve’s house. “I love you too. Like, a lot. I just thought, maybe you didn’t, didn’t feel the same.” Billy whipped around to look at Steve, see if he was lying.

All he say on his face was such happiness at Billy’s admission.

“You should stay the night.” Steve’s hand was closing around his wrist.

“Look, if we’re gonna do this, I wanna do it right. I wanna, take you out, and spend time with you in a, in a romantic way before we, before we do anything.” Steve’s eyes were so soft.

“Okay. You wanna go out tomorrow? We can do something chill, like, like see a movie.”

“I would really like that, Pretty Boy.” He took Steve’s hand.

“Can I kiss you goodnight, then? Kiss you thanks for saving me back there. Being my knight in shining armor, defending my honor and all that?” Billy’s mind was spinning as he breathed out yeah.

Kissing Steve was as perfect as he always thought it would be.

His pretty lips were soft, and he made these breathy little noises into Billy’s mouth, their hands were still clasped together, Steve’s other holding onto Billy’s bicep, Billy weaving a hand into Steve’s hair.

Steve’s eyes were closed when they pulled apart, they were soft when he blinked them open.

“So, tomorrow then.” Billy grinned, pressing a kiss to his nose.

“Tomorrow, Pretty Boy. I’ll call you in the morning. We’ll talk.” Steve danced like a loser all the way up to his porch, making Billy laugh and flash his headlights. He stumbled through the front door.

Billy texted Robin right when he got home, sent her a simple Benjamin’s the worst but you’ll be happy to know I pulled my head outta my ass :)

[pianoandcookiedoughlover]

bitches say they’re gonna write up a list of things that would be cool to see in s6 of jamie johnson and then don’t follow up with that for like 2 years

it’s me. i’m bitches

as a preface this is just kind of a shitpost from start to end and they’re not really fully developed ideas but yeah, it’s something at least

jamie and dillon at northport

- see friendship strengthen, still with same dynamic that they’ve always had, very playful and with a lot of sarcasm

- jamie struggling with taking risks after injury - since you start learning to drive during these years in the uk, maybe fear of driving now?

- jamie defends dillon with homophobia that may arise, no wavering from that

- elliot has to fucking come back, dealing with a romance there, where dillon is really shy at first, doesn’t reveal his feelings for a little bit

- maybe foxborough make a comeback, tension with homophobia there? i don’t know if they seem like the homophobic type

- both finding their way as the youngest on the team - how do the older players handle it? are they pretty vengeful and jealous or are they impressed? maybe one of them has some kind of backstory that will intertwine with jamie or dillon’s, like a real-life mentor

- will we get a comeback of the guy who wanted to steal jamie for some team in china, i believe it was?

- maybe seeing some stuff from hawkstone with their new prodigy, highlighting that they never really cared, they only were worried about the money, which in turn makes jamie feel bad

- SIENNA MAKE A COMEBACK WITH A GIRLFRIENDDDDDDDDDD AND SEE ELLIOT AND DILLON TOGETHER

- okay, not likely, but like lowkey it makes sense to bring her back because duncan is going to be a more significant figure in this season, it would be nice to see him improve as a father and strike the balance between handling the club but also taking care of his daughter, who is going through a lot in her teen years, it would be nice to see them have nice moments at home together

- but like actually give her a valid storyline besides social media, what does she want to do when she gets older? i can see her almost doing something artistic, like designing outfits or something, but whatever we does, it would be nice to see her not feel so restricted by her father’s work and go along her own path outside the club

- sienna and dillon become friends again and people are like, “oh my god you have a gay best friend” and she becomes really vocal about that being literally the dumbest thing ever, the show can demonstrate this type of homophobia that’s kind of “in disguise,” not as in your face as dillon’s dad

- progressive queen and then realizes she can use her platform on social media to spread awareness, since that is what she enjoys doing

- but at the start of the season wanted to step away from it, reminded her too much of everything with her dad and wanted a break, she thought it was toxic but realizes she could do good with her voice

- jamie and jack reunite, even if it’s not playing against each other (i don’t think that would work), but meeting each other now when they’re both where they wanted to get to

- can we finally get that romance between them

zoe and kat at hawkstone

- talking about body image for women in sports

- it would be really cool to have transgender girl on the team, and some of the struggles she faces being an athlete while also being trans

- or talking about disabilities in sports, that would be really nice to see

- zoe falling in love with kat, but like no comment on sexuality, it just is what it is

- IF SHE BROUGHT KAT HOME AT THE END OF THE SEASON AFTER BEING SO HIDDEN ABOUT IT OH MY GOD AND SHE MET HER MOM

- like zoe’s very private because she’s worried that kat won’t like her if she talks about her mom, which is silly, but then seeing kat support her and learning how to be in a relationship with someone with a lot of responsibilities at home

- maybe her mom’s situation interferes with her place at hawkstone

- do they meet up with jack’s team again? would they even play against her (like are hawkstone and st. george’s even compatible?)

- exploring more of kat’s backstory, maybe why she’s so superstitious and what kind of an impact her grandmother had on her

- i believe she mentioned having a brother who plays (gave zoe his old boots) so it would be interesting to hear how having a sibling doing the same thing has affected kat, in a different way to the whole competition between dillon and liam

- watching kat lose some of her superstition in that she’s able to believe more in herself and her abilities and allow herself to make mistakes

- they’ll probably have a lot of pressure on them since hawkstone just started this new women’s team, maybe there could be a lot of competition with the boys’ team

- zoe is not going to do the whole, “being jealous of other girls” thing anymore, okay? she’s grown out of it

- honestly would like to see some dillon and zoe moments, wlw mlm solidarity

boggy our absolute hero

- boggy finding his passion outside of helping sports, unless that is his passion

- friendship between him and jamie struggling at first when he finds what he wants to do, but proving that you can stick together even with not exactly aligned interests

- schoolwork getting more intense with whatever tests they have to do at his age (i have no idea how the british education system works haha)

- check in with his therapy, see how that’s going, we actually see him get to go to one appointment, maybe, hopefully he’s built a good relationship with his therapist and we see the show promoting finding professional help if you need it

- maybe tries to get through a panic attack himself, with coping mechanisms he’s learned in therapy, i don’t know if the building pressure of school would be what induces it or not, but if his storyline is more about getting to see him outside of football, i doubt it would be because of anything related to the sport or stats or whatever

- anything about his family? like how they react to his diagnosis (unless he’s already told them what’s been happening), how close he is with them, if some of the pressure in school comes from at home, whether he has any siblings - we want to know more!!

- would he and nancy cross paths after he finds the thing he’s interested in, since it might be the same thing, or at least something similar, they realize they’re really good together and supportive of each other

- i can see them really pulling through, and it would be nice to see nancy being there for him with his panic attacks and learning how to be a supportive girlfriend to someone who does have problems with anxiety, panic attacks, etc

u14s at phoenix

- i want them to get a comparable opportunity as the gothia cup, something else though, so that they get the experience they missed out on with the whole duncan situation, the season will center around them working towards that thing, i don’t really have any suggestions since i don’t know football but i’m sure there’s something else for them out there

alba and ruby

- her and ruby get further apart, doing their own respective things, now that ruby isn’t playing football anymore, for some reason i feel like she’ll be into either art or psychology, but i can also see her trying to do some activism-esque stuff after her experience growing up in foster homes and now finally being adopted (!! i’m still so happy for them)

- now that she’s not playing at phoenix, we have no idea who ruby’s friends with, maybe she has some at school? i would like elliot to come back and the two of them to bond

- i can see ruby wanting to know more about her background but alba not being so much into that, which causes tension between the pair, ruby just feels like she doesn’t have a solid idea of who she is and wants to know where her roots are, whereas alba is in a good place at phoenix with a sense of being in a family there and doing what she loves

- alba’s anger management is poor, her and ruby bond over futsal or whatever after a period of time not talking after whatever issues come up between them

- the trio made up so it doesn’t seem like she has any issues with freddie or eric, but i want to see her grow more into the captain’s role and take on the responsibilities and stresses of getting the team to whatever opportunity they’re doing, maybe working more with duncan and him being more willing to help the team

eric

- i want to get a look into his home life, maybe how that affects him at school and just in general the emotional impact it has on him

- what happens to his family after the team get that comparable opportunity to gothia, compared to what ryan was doing? 

- we’ve just heard little snippets of his life and it sounds like a really complex story to explore which i think would be really cool, dealing with grief and the loss of a family member, and how it affects day to day life

freddie

- once they get this formal opportunity, freddie would be asked to be more serious on the team, kind of always the jokester and not fulfilling his full potential

- he doesn’t know where he fits in and who he wants to be, was there something in his past that made him feel like he had to feel that jokester role (like how wozza with adhd always wanted to crack the jokes and make a fool of himself so people were laughing with him)?

- it would be great to see him get a bit vulnerable and open up about some of his motivations, but eventually he finds the balance between putting in effort and not getting distracted and also being his normal fun-loving self

- please keep commentating because that was lots of fun, freddie

liam

- i want to see him bond with one of the three when they’re in a bad spot, happened to be there by accident and they’re going through something that maybe he can relate to, that’s why he is able to help, that way it isn’t a planned way to get people to forgive him, but rather, just natural, now that he’s growing up a bit

- does he even want to do football anymore? or was it always a pressure from dillon being so good, and he’s found other interests? or maybe he just doesn’t want to be as good as dillon, i feel like there’s a lot of emotional manipulation from the dynamic at home, and i can see him realizing that he never liked football for football, he just liked winning and making his dad “proud”

the johnson family

- is karen dating someone new? i would like to see her on her own and she absolutely doesn’t need anyone to help her, but i also feel like she deserves someone that truly would be there for her and support her, especially after everything that’s gone on with ian

- i also want to hear more about her own career endeavors, and how that intertwines with jamie now going pro - she’s always been there to support him but it’ll be interesting to see how family impacts professional players in general, and ones that are really young like jamie as well

- is mike staying at phoenix? literally what’s the point of his character, does he even want to be with the now u14s? or is he going to try and interfere too much in jamie’s career, which he wouldn’t want because he’s now pro? maybe i’m just still kind of annoyed at mike and have a very negative view of his intentions, so ignore this

- ian can just disappear forever, please, unless he comes back for one episode because that’s what ian does

- what about feeling guilty for literally running his own son down bitch, i thought we were going to get a whole arc with that but maybe the point is that ian is such a flawed character and sometimes people don’t change and -

- who would teach jamie to drive, karen? new boyfriend? depending on who it is, it might present different issues with jamie learning to drive if they do want to explore him being a little nervous after the accident

TL;DR

i just kind of want to see more of the characters in their own individual element, bring in school more (season 2-3 vibes) and get a more well rounded view of some of the characters we don’t know a lot about. i think they’ve left it in a place with a lot of interesting storylines to be explored, i just hope we don’t get another freddie-eric-aisha love triangle situation

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i was going to say stan stormzy for clean skin but it took me way too long to figure out what her name was so that is no longer a valid statement

[mwolf0epsilon]

Sammy and Norman. One of them gets drafted? The goodbyes, the worry, maybe never get to see the other again ?

Summary: The battlefield took his arm and a finger, and maybe a little bit of his sanity, but that studio took much more from everyone else. It took their mind, soul and body.

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Dread had been a creeping stalker from the moment he'd witnessed many of his neighbors being called upon to help in the war efforts. It had followed Sammy around like a wolf in the shadows, making him fret for what he considered an inevitability of sorts. As the man of a household it only made sense that he'd be singled out as another viable soldier despite being the least capable sort to be found in a war.

A man of the arts, with careful and gentle fingers. Cannon fodder at best.

It was a harrowing feeling, because it truly made him fear for what may happen to his dear little sister without him around.

So really, one should be more sympathetic when his turn did come up and his only reaction was to fall to his knees in despair.

He had two days to make preparations. Then he'd be sent out with the rest of the sheep to the slaughter.

-

"You're leaving?!" Joey Drew, as slow as he was to move about without that silly looking cane of his, was much too fast getting to his feet for Sammy's liking. He shot up from his seat like a serpent ready to strike at any moment.

The safety of a desk between a scared mouse and a vile snake was a comfort.

"I don't have a choice in the matter." The blond kept his composure despite knowing quite well what Joey was more than capable of doing if he felt like he'd been crossed. He'd rather be scorned by the devil than be labeled a traitor to his country.

One of these outcomes had a 50% chance of survival. "I've been drafted. In two days I'll be sent off to die in a nonsensical war."

"But your obligations to the studio! We need you here to put a tune to the cartoons!"

"My obligations?! Joey, I've been drafted. I can't kindly decline!" Sammy exclaimed in disbelief. "It's not like picking what you want to eat at lunch. If I try to skirt around this I'll be as good as dead."

"If you go you'll most certainly be dead, and then who's going to compose for the studio?!" Joey's tone had a hint of accusation, as if Sammy wanted this to happen. Might as well blame him for the war while he was at it.

"It's a fucking cartoon, Joey! My life is worth more than your stupid pictures!" His blood was beginning to boil. "I'm leaving and that's that. I'm dropping off the rest of my scores so Jack can finish them up, and I'm conducting the band one last time today. But tomorrow I ain't coming in because I'm helping my sister move out."

"You can't do this to me! How am I supposed to find a composer on such short notice?!" Joey slammed his hands on the table. From the looks of it, he was seething.

"Figure it out. You're the boss aren't you?!" Sammy turned away from the shaking Joey and walked out of his office. He felt strangely lighter on his feet. For once, arguing with his employer didn't make him feel vulnerable.

It was great, despite the circumstances.

-

"I can't believe you're going to war... Sammy that's..." Jack's reaction to the news was a tearful one. It was quite sobering after getting a little giddy from getting under Joey's skin with no real consequences. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Aww... I'll miss you too, you big softy." The blond gave the shorter and pudgier man a pat on the shoulder, allowing him to squeeze his midsection in a tight hug. "You're going to be the man of the house now. Don't let the band trample over you... Those savages can sniff out weakness like a pack of hungry hyenas."

"They're not that bad. You're just easy to rile up, is all." Jack teased, laughing when Sammy gave him a pointed look.

"You know as well as I do that Joey will go after the head of a department if the lackeys slack off." He ignored the few glares he got from said 'lackeys'. "And this bunch gets what it deserves for being a bunch of children on the job."

"Can you leave sooner?!"

"Fuck you too Johnny! I hope your pipe organ falls on you!"

Jack cackled, which got a few other band members to crack up as well. Sammy too found himself smiling. Despite the frustration of leading this group of hellions through a carefully composed song, he'd miss the few occasionally humorous banters and mishaps.

He'd especially miss his good friend and pal. He could only hope the stress wouldn't get to Jack while he was away.

-

People either gave him knowing pitiful looks, complimented his bravery in confronting Joey over his leaving on such short notice, or gave him a vague 'nice working with you, good luck' sort of gesture.

Word had spread through the departments and Sammy felt genuinely impressed at how quickly people went from detesting his presence to sucking up just to save face. No one wanted to be that one guy who was a dick to a soon to be dead patriot.

Susie absolutely smothered him with tearful kisses and tight hugs. She was a mess and, in return, he felt a mess as well.

He didn't want to leave...

"I'll see you off tomorrow." She whispered in his ear during a particularly long hug in the recording booth. "For good luck."

"Thank you doll..." He held on to her for as long as he could. "I'm going to miss this."

"Getting cried on?"

"Just being with you. You make my world so much brighter..."

"Sammy Lawrence you're such a sap, I love you." Susie giggles into his chest.

"Love you too Susiebell."

They'd parted ways, Sammy to collect his belongings and Susie to freshen up in one of the women's bathrooms.

On the way he encountered Norman while passing by the stairs that lead to his booth.

"Who'd have thought..."

"Hm?" He looked up at the projectionist who was staring down from his vantage point. Norman backed off and went for the stairs, meeting him halfway.

"My pa was military. He did things a particular sorta way." Norman explained "Includin' raising his kids in a rather peculiar fashion."

"That would explain your... Eccentricity." Sammy rolled his eyes, which got a laugh out of the older man.

"N'aw. I'm just the weird one... My siblings are pretty normal folk." He chuckled "But I digress. Thing is, my pa would wake us up at 5 in the morning, to do drills with us. 'Case of emergency he always did say... There's a war out there now and yous would think they'd call on me to help."

"Haven't they?" Sammy frowned.

"No." Norman's smile gradually faded. "My eye. It ain't no good, so they decided to call on my little brother instead..."

"....Shit."

"Uh-huh. Was lookin' for ya to tell ya. Your sister can still move in. Nelson's just gonna be the head o' the house instead."

"What about income? Who'll pay the rent and bills?" He felt uneasy about the situation. "They're still too young."

"I'll help with expenses ta best I can, but my little niece and nephew is looking for work. I'd advise your sister do ta same. Times gonna get rough Sammy."

"They are... Thanks Norman." The blond worried his bottom lip. "For helping."

"Well I'll be... Sammy Lawrence thankin' me for being a decent fella. What a day."

"Fuck you."

"You offerin' dinner first?"

"GOD!" He threw up his hands in defeat, which got a good hearty laugh out of the projectionist. "I'll be around your brother's tomorrow then. Good luck with Drew. I got a feeling he'll be extra surly in my absence."

"Can't imagine why. Poor Grant will go nuts if he hires an entire orchestra's worth o' folks to substitute yous."

The music director laughed and went back to what he'd been set to do. It felt nice to hear that he was worth an entire orchestra in someone's eyes.

He hoped Norman wouldn't have a hard time.

-

Saying goodbye to his sister felt like a death march in its own right. He spent the entire day helping her move her belongings to the younger Polks's house. Her two friends were good help, and they even offered him tea and told him to rest whenever he got winded.

The boy, Nelson, warned him that he'd need to train his resistance if he wanted to survive the military drills. The family cat was much more sympathetic, seeming less worried about his physical capacity and more content with having a warm lap to sit on and a set of dexterous fingers to give it some good scratches.

When they'd finished, Sammy had taken his sister out to lunch. They'd run around town just having fun, something he'd rarely been able to do while working at the studio.

Then came the time to go.

To his surprise the train station was packed with a few studio workers.

Susie, Norman, Jack, Wally, Emma, Shawn, Grant and even a few of the band members had come to see him off.

He wasn't ashamed to admit he cried like a baby getting to say goodbye all over again. It felt good to be cared about, even if he wasn't the easiest person to be around of. The only other person that cried just as hard was his poor sister.

"Please come back, I can't lose my grumpy brother." The pleading broke his heart. He couldn't promise he'd come back which was what made this so upsetting.

"I'm not grumpy, just misunderstood." He retorted playfully in between hiccups.

"You're a grumpy butt, grumpiest goof there ever was." A tearful chuckle. His little Abby was flushed and covered in snot and tears. They were both very gross criers.

"Slander! I'm a misunderstood suffering artist." They pulled away and Sammy made sure to take a handkerchief from his pocket and begin trying to clean his sister's face. "Be good to your little friends. I'll try to write to you as much as I can..."

"I will... Please be careful Samuel." She pulled that old doll he'd given her and handed it over to him. Seamus had seen better days, well loved that he was. "Both of you have to come back."

He took her doll and smiled a sincere but rather sad smile.

"I'll do my best Abigail."

His best was not enough, but damn if he wasn't a stubborn son of a bitch. He'd return with her doll, even if he had to drag himself all the way back.

-

Henry gave him a sympathetic look as both descended the lift with Boris looking at them uneasily. They'd pleased Alice enough that they'd gotten the tommy gun from her to complete the last task on her list of demands.

Sammy glanced at the cartoonist with a sad and tired expression. His prosthetic pinkie tapping against his ruined prosthetic arm.

It had already been clunky enough. After a few hits from a Piper, it had become virtually useless other than as a makeshift instrument.

"Are you ready?" Henry asked.

"No... But I never am for this part."

The lift stopped on level 14, and Sammy walked forward. Stamping his feet and kicking up as much ink as possible.

The shrill screech of the Projectionist filled the room as the twisted horror that Norman Polk had become ran forward to evicerate whomever dared intrude upon its domain.

Henry shot it down effortlessly and left Sammy to kneel beside the fallen beast.

The blond sighed sadly, staring at the dying creature with pity, before gently brushing it's back. He could hear Henry moving around, collecting the hearts.

"Shhh... Hush now." He continued to comfort what had once been a friend, feeling the burning gaze of Alice upon him. Judging him. "Sheep, sheep, sheep, It's time for sleep. Rest your head. It's time for bed. In the morning, you may wake. Or in the morning, you'll be dead..."

If it appreciated not being alone as it died, the Projectionist didn't give any indication. But the gentle pawing at his leg made Sammy hopeful that something of Norman remained to thank him before the poor creature went limp for good.

It would reform with no memory of his kindness, but it made his soul feel less heavy with guilt.

"Such a pity." Alice taunted from above. "If only you'd cared and stayed... Maybe less of us would have suffered so greatly."

"I doubt that Susiebell." He replied, uncaring if he would end up enraging her for denying her new identity. "I doubt that..."

The battlefield took his arm and a finger, and maybe a little bit of his sanity, but that studio took much more from everyone else. It took their mind, soul and body.

What was left made Sammy feel hopeless.

[eisforeidolon]

Episode: Back and to the Future

I get why, thematically, they chose that song for the previouslies that kick off the final season. However, from my perspective I just do not think it actually works at all.  It is far too sedate for the action it’s recapping and the scene it cuts into.  The juxtaposition of such different paces is just ... odd.

I guess I'm supposed to feel all sad and shit from the lingering shots of dead!Jack's burned out eye holes?  Maybe if he'd had a personality other than being an amorphous shifting blob of unbelievable power and permanent intellectual infancy I was supposed to care about because of the number of times they had the other characters say he was their son/family/awesome.  As is?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I wish I could say I was surprised that the veritable army of animate corpses making a beeline for the Winchesters and Cas just … somehow … let them escape and run away.  I'd have been a lot more surprised if the writers had actually bothered to do the work to get the characters out of the corner the last finale put them into, at this point.  Then there's the bit where the writers shove some nonsense into Dean's mouth to try and make it seem like this whole thing with Chuck isn't a sudden random asspull to go for the most absurdly overpowered villain they could think of for the last season.  Totally believable, oh yeah.

Although the idea of a sewer running through a graveyard including right to the wall of a crypt does not exactly seem likely to me, I do actually give the writers points for having that not actually work as an escape route.  Also awarding some points for them remembering that as an angel, Castiel should be able to see demons.

As other people have already pointed out, considering what he did to the Novak family and how haphazardly he handled Claire, especially?  Him bitching about any other creature defiling somebody's corpse is pretty fucking hilarious.  Though I'd possibly be more sympathetic if demon!Jack didn't already show a 500% more interesting personality in thirty seconds than actual!Jack did in two seasons.  So far as I’ve been concerned, the only think Jack has really had going for him is Alex, so Alex as a different character, even a demon, I’m calling a win.

I honestly do not get the decision of trying garner fan nostalgia by bringing back ghosts from previous seasons if they're just going to arbitrarily make them kill anyone at random for kicks.  Would it have been that hard to have shown “Bloody Mary” killing one person who might have had a secret where someone died?  Because I could buy it for one of those teen girls, but not both.  Or limiting the “Woman in White” to attacking men along highways who might possibly be unfaithful?  Maybe we're supposed to believe that they're all just so pissed off at having spent all that time in hell that they have completely lost touch with what originally tied them to earth and drove them to kill in the first place?  I don't mind them no longer being tied to a physical location since they were banished and unnaturally returned, but to be so disconnected to what drove them to become angry spirits seems much more intrinsic to who and what they were.  I guess even the ghosts lose their personalities to become cardboard in the hands of Dabbernatural.  

Oh, look, mysteriously, big G God's tantrum opening up hell is not actually big enough to impact the whole planet – or even, you know, more than the literal next town over.  This is my surprised face.

Then we get to the bit where the Winchesters find an abandoned car with a bloody mess inside and are all, “Look at this Woman in White kill!  Obviously it was a Woman in White!  Totally the specific one we sent to hell!  Because … car!  And, uh, blood!  And, oh, because the fucking script says so.” REASONS, YO.

Aren't all garage doors required to have an emergency pull for if the power goes out?  Obviously the script required the pair of VotW end up stuck hiding in the garage, which, uh, a ghost can't find people hiding now?  Did I miss something in there that explained that silly convenience that makes the ghost even less spooky in an episode that really really fails on that count even more later on?

I guess maybe I should be happy that it's Castiel that gets hit with the dumb characterization stick to necessitate Sam & Dean not work together to clear out the town? Look, at this point, considering the way the writers have had him act as a constant disaster zone of idiotic choices and betrayals for several seasons now, my ability to sympathize with Cas is a wee bit limited.  To have him now sulk like a toddler and refuse to work with the demon to help the Winchesters save an entire town full of people and prevent the spread of angry hell ghosts to the world beyond that? Because oh noes it's wearing Jack's face and he was just sooooo attached?  Even though all of them supposedly thought of Jack as their kid?  He doesn't even try to offer up alternatives to working with the demon with the very convenient solution, just whines about it? 

So basically this billions of years old angel somehow has less fucking practicality than the Winchesters (despite how easily he killed the shit out of his fellow angels when it suited his plans).  Not to mention that by refusing, he's saddling Dean with having to work with demon!Jack. The human guy who was just recently convinced he had to kill Jack for the good of the world after Jack killed his mother, only to have a change of heart when he saw Jack’s understanding, only for Jack to end up killed anyway – you know, emotions a hell of a lot more conflicted about their supposed kid's than Castiel's?  Castiel is just fine with that!  What a self-centered dick.

I liked Dean's conversation with Rowena on the phone and his response to her presumable demand to ask more nicely.  I laughed at Sam accidentally shooting Cas and Cas' resultant reaction.  I thought it was curious that they had the demon bring up Dean's time as a torturer in hell, though I'd be pleasantly surprised if it was anything but a way to segue into the Cage getting opened.  One utterly wasted Michael storyline is apparently not enough for Dabb!  Maybe it's just supposed to be some kind of weird demon idea of flattery, but I did find their interactions interesting.  I would be intrigued by the weird flashes when Cas was trying to heal Sam (Another angel power that actually works for once?  Wow!) … if Dabb hadn't already yammered on about what it means in an interview.  That dude is absolutely allergic to leaving any kind of major storyline an open mystery or letting it retain any intrigue for fans to speculate about.  I was not impressed with Sam getting damsel-ed to be saved by Castiel at least twice.  Come on, show.

As I speculated before and said above, I’m fine with the Chuckified nature of their release meaning some rules don’t apply.  I could maybe even understand the thought process that them being out in the daytime, without being limited to darkness, was scarier? I just wish anyone behind the camera was awake enough to actually look at the aesthetics of what they did here and realize that no, it's really really not.  The whole thing just looked so embarrassingly mediocre - pantomime actors in bad bargain basement costumes silly.  I think it was @hippychick006 that suggested gifs of the whole end portion looked like they should be set to Yackety Sax?  The context of the episode does not in any way negate that. Just … wow.  Like with the wire fight, I am flabbergasted that this made it to air without somebody finding the brakes.

I'm not sure if the writers actually made a failed reference by having the Woman in White say Dean was the one who took her home when it was Sam, or if they meant to imply he and Sam together had been there/responsible and Dean was the one she was addressing.  Regardless, I'm not impressed with how all the ghosts Sam & Cas were being confronted by just … stood there to be shot one by one for a while.  And then … ran … literally ran … chasing them down the street instead of doing the whole ghost teleport thing.  There are way, way too many times in this episode where the guys get away or win a fight because reasons and there is absolutely no tension in that.  Even if it didn't also look ridiculous.  Dean’s part of the confrontation was a little less absurd in that respect, at least.  And the spell effects actually looked reasonably cool.

I'm a little annoyed at myself that the obligatory brother scene at the end of the episode kind of works on me.  Though I’m not particularly impressed with Sam's conclusion that God is totally going to leave them alone now.  Sure, Chuck has a long habit of leaving when he's bored, but he isn't leaving this world because he's bored.  You guys actively pissed him off!  Yet Sam treats it like a foregone conclusion Chuck will have buggered off instead of sticking around to watch his previously favorite but now uncooperative toys suffer and die first. Though I'm not sure if that's a writer issue, actually, or just a legit choice I don’t care for.  I could see Sam insisting on trying to sell a potential positive side with no room for doubt with as fatalistic as Dean is being.  I could also see it just being one of those things Sam convinces himself must be true because he's reasoned it out in his head and refuses to consider alternatives may exist.  Like how he was so convinced it could only be God planting visions in his head back in season 11.  Still, I like the callback and I can even see why Dean is the most immediately cynical and pissed off, so hey!  There was actually one whole entire scene I enjoyed in there!

[valentines-in-london]

I Need Fire (Part 13)

Authors Note: So this might be a silly question but after you all read this chapter, let me know if you want to read the smut that would inevitably come next.  I don’t want to burn anyone out on the story because of so much smut.  Let me know!  As always your feedback is always welcome and puts a smile on my face whenever I receive it!

*Reminder that starting this upcoming Friday I will not be updating until I get back from my vacation* Word Count: 4,192 Taglist:  @freddiessmallnipples @triplehaitches​ @samanthadegaro @lauravic @oh-well1  If you’d like to be added please let me know Warnings:  In this chapter, none.

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Chapter 13

Rayne was jolted from her sleep by the sound of the phone in the hotel ringing.  She reached over Tommy’s sleeping form before picking the phone up off the cradle.  “Hello?”  She croaked in a sleep-laden voice.

“Fancy that drink over talking about our shitty families?” The voice on the other end asked.

“Nikki?”  Rayne questioned sitting up in bed.

“Can you come down to the bar?”  His voice sounded weak and shaky.  Rayne looked down at her current state of undress and Tommy next to her before answering.

“Give me ten minutes.”  She agreed before hanging up.  Rayne placed her hand on Tommy’s naked shoulder giving it a gentle shake. “Tommy.   Hey Tommy.”

Eventually he rolled over stretching as he rubbed sleep out of his eye.  “Rayne?  Is everything okay?”

“Shh, yeah everything is fine.  I’ll be back I’m going to go down to the bar, Nikki just called and he sounds pretty bad.”  She whispered brushing his hair off his forehead.  “I just didn’t want you to wake up and get worried.  Go back to sleep.”

“Mmm.”  Tommy groaned before Rayne began to slip out of bed, she was quickly stopped when she felt Tommy grab her hand and bring it to his lips.  “I love you so much.”

She was sure he was not fully awake yet but happily took the compliment and returned his affection, “I love you too Tommy.”

Rayne looked around the room and their suitcases before just picking up a pair of sweat pants, a random bra and one of Tommy’s tank tops.  She grabbed her the room key and quietly exited the room.  When she walked off the elevator she made her way to the bar sighing when she saw Nikki was the only person in the secluded room, a bottle of whisky in front of him.  Rayne pulled the chair next to Nikki out before she got up on the high back chair, resting on her elbow facing the figure dressed in black from head to toe in front of her.  “You came.”

“I told you I’d be down in ten minutes.  I think I’m even early.”  Rayne smiled.  “What’s going on?”

“First you drink.”  Nikki said reaching behind the bar for a glass.  Rayne looked over at the bottle of Jack Daniels in front of him.

“Nope not that swill.”  Rayne shook her head before waving over the bartender who was sitting on a stool watching a game on TV.  “Could I have Macallen Gold please?”

The bartender nodded his head before pulling the bottle down from the shelf and pushing the bottle across the bar.  Nikki sighed pouring the Macallen into the glass. “You’re such a whisky snob.”

“I can’t help it that you don’t have shit taste in whisky Nikki.”  Rayne winked at Nikki taking a sip.  “So stop stalling what’s going on?”

“My mother called today.  I guess she’s been in contact with Doc and he gave her my room number.  She’s such a manipulative cunt.”  Nikki shook his head taking a pull from the bottle of Jack.

“Nikki, can I ask you what happened with your mom?”  Rayne cautiously asked.  She didn’t think Nikki would open up quite so much, but as soon as she asked the question it was like the flood gates opened.  Nikki told her everything from the string of abusive boyfriends his mom brought in and out of his life, how his mother blamed him for his father leaving her, he told her about the time he got his mother arrested until he ultimately moved out to live with his grandparents in Seattle.  

“And now that bitch sees our video on MTV and wants to start sniffing around again.  Everything I have I got for myself, she doesn’t have anything to do with my success.”  Nikki spat while Rayne nodded empathetically.  

“Nikki,” Rayne said cautiously.  “You know you don’t have to speak to her.  You aren’t obligated.  Why don’t you tell him that you and your mother are not on speaking terms and you want nothing to do with her?  I really think Doc is just trying to be helpful, but he doesn’t know the circumstances.”

Nikki simply shook his head.  “I don’t know, I, I…” he paused, Rayne could see his eyes watering up.  “I still want her to flip a switch and actually love me.”

Rayne slid off her chair before she wrapped her arms around Nikki, tightly hugging him.  Nikki remained still for a few moments before he returned the hug, wrapping his arms tightly around Rayne’s back, his finger tips grasping at her skin. The two remained like that for a few minutes until Nikki eventually released his grip on her.  Rayne moved back to her seat and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.  “You’re gonna be okay Sixx.”

“So what’s your story?”  Nikki questioned and Rayne told Nikki everything about her life growing up. He shook his head in disbelief when she revealed that she never even met her parents and was raised by her grandparents.  “Don’t you wish you ever met them?”

“Sure, I think every kid who’s had parents bail on them wishes they could meet them.  But then there’s a part of me that knows if I knew them I probably wouldn’t be the person I am today.  In my case, my parents weren’t good people.”  Rayne shrugged.  “I don’t know, I think everything happens for a reason.  And if things has been different I wouldn’t have met Tommy, or any of you crazy fuckers.”

“Thanks for coming down here to talk to me.  No one really understands.”  Nikki said softly.

“I think they want to understand.  It’s just up to you to let them in.  Everyone in the band cares about you, Doc cares about you. Don’t let any voice in your head tell you otherwise.”  Rayne encouraged as Nikki gave the empty whisky bottle a shake.  

“I guess I should take that as a sign to go up to my room and go to bed?”

“Might not be a bad idea.  Bus call is at 10:30am, you should be happy tomorrow is an off day.” Rayne smiled slipping off her chair.  Nikki and Rayne walked together to the elevator and up to the floor the band was staying on. They reached Rayne and Tommy’s room first.

“Rayne?”

“Yeah?”  She turned around to face Nikki.

“I’m glad you didn’t freeze to death before your grandma found you.”

Rayne let out a laugh, “Thanks Nikki, me too.  Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

When Rayne walked into the room she looked at the clock next to the bed.  The angry red numbers read 5:17AM.  Taking off the pair of sweatpants and clothes she had thrown on to meet Nikki, Rayne climbed back into bed next to Tommy.  While he didn’t wake up as soon as Rayne laid her head on the pillow Tommy rolled over and scooped her up in his arms.  She quickly fell asleep in his embrace.

The next day the band was on their way to Philadelphia, it would be about a six hour drive east and then they would have the night free to do whatever they wanted.  Rayne laid on the couch cuddling with Tommy, while Nikki did lines at the table in front of them, Mick was reading a magazine while Vince and Jo looked impatient.

“Okay, I’m going crazy!  We gotta do something to pass the time.”  Vince spoke up causing all eyes to be on him.

“I thought you guys just fucked when you were bored.”  Nikki said from his seat.

“Come on, you guys can’t tell me you’re not bored.  We’ve been on the bus for two hours and I am over it.”  Vince could be such a little prince on the road.  “Why don’t we play a drinking game?”

“I’ll never say no to a drinking game.”  Nikki said.

“Me either.”  Tommy piped up.

“What do you have in mind Vince?”  Mick asked.

“Let’s play Never Have I Ever.”  

“What are we fucking teenagers?”  Mick leaned back in his chair.

“Come on it’ll be fun!  Don’t you think babe?”  Vince turned to Jo for support.

“Could be, but I have a feeling we’ve all done a lot on this bus.”  Jo smirked.

“Exactly!  So we’ll easily get drunk.”  Vince got out a few beers, bottles of vodka, and whisky.

“I’m in.”  Tommy lifted himself up to a sitting position, pulling Rayne up with him.

“Of course you are.”  Mick mumbled.  “I guess I’m in.”

“What the hell I’m in.”  Nikki snorted his final line of coke and turned towards the group.

“Alright I’ll start, never have I ever hooked up with a teacher.” Vince smiled looking around the room.  To Rayne’s surprise Mick drank and so did Tommy.  Vince sat on the couch bouncing up and down laughing at Tommy.

“What seriously?”  Rayne laughed in total disbelief.

“I had a really hot English teacher senior year named Miss King. We made out in detention one time Vinny!”

“Drink up man.”  Vince laughed.

Tommy took a drink from his beer and put his finger on his chin, “Alright never have I ever filmed myself during sex.  But I always wanted to.”  Both Vince and Jo had to drink on that one, much to no one’s surprise.  Vince motioned for Jo to go next.

“Never have I ever lost my virginity on prom night.”  Jo leaned forward a smirk playing on her lips.  Now it was Rayne’s turn to drink.

“Awe babe, you lost it on prom night?”  Tommy smiled wrapping his arm around Rayne.

“Yep.  To Simon DuClair.”  Rayne shook her head.  “And it was just as awful as you’d imagine prom sex would be.”

“Never have I ever slept with someone I’d known less than a day.” That was the kill shot, everyone in the room drank.

“Watch out everyone we got a saint over here.”  Mick chuckled.

“Not a saint, just not a slut like the rest of you here.” Rayne chuckled.  

“I’ll go.”  Nikki spoke up with a smile on his face looking between the two women.  “Never have I ever had anything stuck in my ass.”  

Rayne and Jo both shared a look before they drank.  Rayne was sure everyone’s eyes bugged out of their heads over the fact they both drank.  Vince screamed, “Holy fuckin shit!”

“You’re missing out Nikki that’s all I’ll say.”  Jo chuckled.

“Why do I feel like we’re being targeted here?”  Rayne laughed looking to her best friend.

“You mean all this time I could’ve been putting it in your butt?” Tommy looked at Rayne in disbelief.

“Oh my god you’re so predictable.”  Rayne rolled her eyes motioning to Jo to go next.

That night after they arrived at the hotel Rayne found herself at a local strip club after the show.  It wasn’t her first time in a place like this, but it was the first she had been in that she didn’t know anyone working in.  Tommy held her hand as they walked through the club stopping at a corner booth that had been reserved for them.  Rayne couldn’t help but chuckle as Like A Virgin by Madonna was playing through the speakers and a girl in bridal lingerie was dancing on stage.

Gonna give you all my love, boy My fear is fading fast Been saving it all for you ‘Cause only love can last

Tommy and Vince came back to the booth with multiple drinks in hand followed by Nikki with a bottle of Jack Daniels and Mick with his usual bottle of vodka.  The girl on stage kept her eyes on the guys and began turning her attention towards the table. Strippers and rock n rollers were like magnets to one another, it was crazy.

Like a virgin, hey Touched for the very first time Like a virgin With your heartbeat Next to mine

“She hasn’t been a virgin since high school.”  Vince laughed shaking his shoulders at the girl on stage.

“Definitely shouldn’t be wearing white, dude.”  Tommy smacked Vince on the shoulder.

“I think it’s about the idea of being a virgin, some guys get really turned on by being the first one in there.  I read an article last year about some girl getting paid almost a half million dollars by some guy for her virginity.”  Jo took a sip of her vodka cranberry.

“That’s what I should’ve done.”  Rayne laughed.

“So no white for either of you on your wedding day.”  Mick held his bottle of vodka up to salute Rayne and Jo.

“You want a dance baby?”  Vince asked Jo who let out an excited, “Yes!”

The couple quickly excused themselves from the group to find a girl and a private room.  Soon the virgin stripper left the stage and soon Duran Duran’s Girls On Film began to play and a new girl took the stage.  Rayne leaned into Tommy, “I’ll give it to the girls, they pick good music to dance to.”

“You like this bubblegum shit?”  Nikki smiled.

“Oh come on you can’t tell me the bass line on Rio isn’t unbelievable.  You couldn’t even play that Sixx!”  Rayne laughed.

“Touche.”  

See them walking hand in hand Across the bridge at midnight Heads turning as the lights flashing out Are so bright And walk right out to the four line track There’s a camera rolling on her back On her back And I sense a rhythm humming in a frenzy All the way down her spine

“I actually think Duran gets a lot of unnecessary shit.  They’re a good band.  And this song is sexy.”  Rayne shrugged watching as a girl took the stage in a leopard bathing suit.

“Hey handsome,” a woman with long blonde hair, and a see through robe said to Nikki.  “Want a dance?”

“Yep.”  Nikki grinned before he was dragged away by the woman.  Rayne shook her head watching as Nikki followed her behind a beaded curtain.

“What about you Mick, you gonna go find a girl?”  Rayne turned her head towards the older man.

“I’ve got my girl.”  He raised his bottle of vodka.  “Strippers don’t tend to like me until I start giving them twenty’s instead of singles.”

“Well then, their loss.”  Rayne put her hand on his shoulder which made Mick shoot her a look making her quickly remove her hand.  “Sorry.”

“Hey gorgeous.”  Rayne heard a husky voice from in front of the booth, she expected the voice to be directed towards Tommy but when she looked over the woman was looking right at her.  This one had long black straight hair, and looked a bit like Mortica.  “I heard you wanted a dance.”

“Who told you that?”  Rayne smiled playing along.

“This blonde couple that just went into the champagne room with Roxy.”  Ah, Vince and Jo. “So what do you say?  How about a dance?  Your boyfriend can come too.”

“Yeah, alright.”  Rayne shrugged her shoulders.

“Fuck yeah.”  Tommy chuckled moving out of the booth before extending his hand to help Rayne get out.  

“Oh aren’t you the gentleman?”  The woman smiled at Tommy before heading off to a private room.  

“So what’s your name?”  Rayne asked.

“Sunny.”  The woman smiled.  It was in interesting name considering her dark hair and complexion.  As the three walked through the beaded curtain Sunny motioned for the two to sit down on a plush velvet couch before she straddled Rayne’s waist.  “Have you ever had a dance before beautiful?”

“No.”  Rayne chuckled motioning to Tommy.  “He’s usually the one getting the dances, while I watch.”

Sunny began to roll her hips against Rayne’s.  “Well that’s just a sin.  But I love a virgin.”

The three of them shared a laugh at that comment.  Tommy happily declared, “Oh she’s far from a virgin.”

Sunny stood up reaching her hands behind her to pull the strings of her bikini top before she undid the knot completely and tossed the top to the side.  She cupped her breasts in her hands before turning her back to Rayne shaking her ass before she sat in Rayne’s lap once again.  Rayne slipped some bills in her g string before Sunny reached for Rayne’s hands lacing their fingers together.  Rayne looked over at Tommy who had the biggest grin on his face, it was like a fantasy was playing out before his eyes.  Sunny brought Rayne’s hands up to cup her breasts, which surprised Rayne.  “What happened to the no touch rule?”

“We don’t get many women in here.  And gorgeous, you can touch.”  She laughed as she continued to dance.

When the song on the main stage came to an end Sunny kissed Rayne on the cheek before getting up off of her.  Rayne gave her one final tip before Tommy handed her a ridiculous wad of cash.  “You’re next cutie.”

“Oh no, you’ve just given me more with that show than you’d ever give me with a dance.  Take this.”  Tommy groveled before heading toward the door causing Rayne to let out a laugh.  “I can’t wait to tell Vince!”

“That’s a new one, but okay.”  Sunny shrugged her shoulders looking to Rayne who was still laughing.

“I don’t know what that was, he could’ve gotten a dance.”  Rayne shook her head.

“Let me tell you something, that guy loves you.  He doesn’t take his eyes off of you.”  Sunny said genuinely.

“Hey Sunny,” Rayne questioned.  “You think you could do me a favor?”

“With the amount of money your boyfriend just gave me I’ll do whatever you want gorgeous.”  

An hour or so later Rayne turned to Tommy in the booth, whispering in his ear, “I’ll be right back I gotta use the bathroom.”

Tommy nodded his head and Rayne scooted out of the booth leaving the group behind.  

“So how was the couples dance?”  Vince asked Tommy reaching for his beer.

“Dude, the girl was all over Rayne.  She let Rayne grab her tits.  I’ve got lots of material for when Rayne’s not on tour anymore.” Tommy grinned.

“You and your right hand are going to be very close once she leaves. You see how many girls are constantly hanging around?  I don’t know how you’re gonna do it buddy.”  Vince shook his head.

“Easily.”  Tommy replied before the woman who danced for him and Rayne approached him. “Hey cutie.  Your girlfriend bought you a dance.”  

“Oh no I’m okay, thank you.”  Tommy smiled.

“Nope you don’t get a choice, she insisted.”  As she spoke the words Vince and Nikki were pushing Tommy out of the booth.  Sunny led them past the room they had gone into earlier, and began to walk back behind the stage, and no one was there but the two of them.

“Hey, I don’t know what’s going on but I’ve got a girlfriend.” Tommy said stopping in his tracks when he started to recognize where he was.  

“I know that.  Come on it’ll all be okay just trust me.”  Sunny shook her head.  “Just go through this door and your girl will be right in.”

Tommy walked in the room and couldn’t help but shake his head, it was the stage and it was lined with a white screen that went completely around it.  There was a single chair on the stage so Tommy took a seat.  As soon as he did the lights dimmed except for one bright ass spotlight that was behind him, he assumed casting a silhouette on the screen.

A familiar song blasted through the speakers, Tommy heard the roar of the crowd and saw the silhouette of the woman behind him.  He felt his heartbeat pick up a little bit as she approached him.

I knew a girl named Nikki I guess you could say she was a sex fiend, I met her in a hotel lobby masturbating with a magazine, She said how’d you like to waste some time and I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind.

Tommy’s eyes almost popped out of his head when she saw exactly who was dancing for him, it wasn’t some random stripper, it was Rayne.  She circled his chair seductively, teasingly running her finger along his shoulders.  When Prince uttered the words sex fiend, Rayne settled her legs on either side of Tommy, but did not sit in his lap until the last word of the verse was sung, which she then proceeded to grind in his lap.  

She took me to her castle and I just couldn’t believe my eyes, She had so many devices everything that money could buy, She said “sign your name on the dotted line.” The lights went out and Nikki started to grind.

“Holy fucking shit.”  Tommy smiled.  “What are you doing?”

Rayne pulled up her dress slightly, settling her foot between Tommy’s thighs allowing him to see her garter and stockings that she was wearing.  Making sure all her motions were grand so they could be seen by the audience of the club.  She unclasped the garters as seductively as she possibly could and began sliding her nylons down her legs.  The motion itself getting plenty of hoots and hollers.

“Well you didn’t get a dance before, and I just thought that wasn’t right.”  Rayne smiled wrapping one of the nylons around Tommy’s neck slowly pulling him closer toward her, until he was placing soft kisses against her chest.  It was at that moment that she pushed him away, emphasizing the “no” motion with waving her finger back and forth.

The castle started spinning or maybe it wa my brain. I can’t tell you what she did to me but my body will never be the same. Awe, her lovin will kick your behind, she’ll show you no mercy But she’ll sure ‘nough, sure 'nough show you how to grind

Rayne unzipped her dress, swinging her hips with each pull of the zipper.  When Tommy saw what was underneath his jaw went slack.  “Is that the lingerie I got you for Christmas?”  She gave him a wicked smile and nodded her head.  “I believe you said that it was a turn on to think of me wearing this underneath my every day clothes.”

Rayne shook her ass for Tommy before she went back to grinding against his dick, which was growing harder by the second.  “Oh, I can feel it’s a turn on for you.”

I woke up the next morning, Nikki wasn’t there. I looked all over and all I found was a phone number on the stairs It said thank you for a funky time Call me up whenever you want To grind Come back Nikki come back Your darling little prince Want to grind, grind, grind.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard when we get back to the hotel.” Tommy whispered hotly in her ear.

“Mmm promise?”  Rayne teased before once more standing up and making a show of taking the red lacy bra off her skin much to the delight of the audience that could only see their shadows.  Once it was removed she spun it over her head smiling at Tommy before she tossed it aside and began caressing her breasts.

For the last time she straddled Tommy’s waist bringing his head to her chest, this time allowing him to place soft kisses and licks all over her breasts.  Between kisses Tommy whispered, “You’re a naughty little kitten aren’t you?”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way.”  She whispered back.

“No, I wouldn’t.  But tonight I’ll show you what happens when you’re naughty.”

“Mmm please do.  I liked what happened the last time you showed me.”  Rayne said hovering her lips over his before the lights went black and the song ended.  The crowd went wild and cheered making Tommy and Rayne snap out of their trance for the time being.  Rayne quickly picked up her clothes and Tommy covered her in his leather jacket. The couple were in a fit of laughter as they walked off the stage.  Sunny was leaning against the wall with a smile on her face.  

“Damn!  That was great, gorgeous.  You know if things don’t ever work out with whatever your day job is, you could always dance for a living.  I think you’d make a killing.”  Sunny said happily while opening a door.  “Here you can get dressed in here.”

When they got back to the table Mick suspiciously looked between the two of them and a very drunken Jo slurred, “I thought you fell in.”

“Sorry, I got cornered by some old drunk guy.”  Rayne brushed it off, “And then I saw Tommy coming out of a room so we just came back together.”  Everyone seemed to accept that answer from her in their drunken state.  Rayne was happy for the groups drunkenness, because no one seemed to notice that she was the one on stage with Tommy.

“Well now that the gang is all here, are we ready to go?  It’s almost closing time.”  Nikki spoke up and everyone muttered their agreement.  As they made their way outside to their car Mick came up between Tommy and Rayne.  “If you’re going to make up stories like that, you should at least put your stockings back on.  Nice work out there Cherry.”

Tommy and Rayne burst into laughter and it didn’t stop even after they got back into the car to drive back to the hotel for the night.

Take me to the next chapter...

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So what did we think?  Do we want to know what happens in the hotel room after Rayne’s little performance?  Let me know!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

1) Soft Anti upset/fearing the community because of their power over him and how they can change him 2) Anti being rejected by the other egos as he tries to change for good (I like angst ok) 3) Trypophobic Anti, who needs to go see Schneep about his neck And I alway has notifications on.-⛈ Ps. Trypophobia is the extreme fear of injections or needles. It's what I have.

Ah, I think you meant trypanophobia. Trypophobia is the fear of holes. But it’s weird how similar they sound haha.

Anyway, I decided to throw in all three prompts here so enjoy! :D.......

1) “N-No..what is this..?” Anti mumbled as he scrolled through his tag on Tumblr, seeing evil art of himself. But that wasn’t the only thing he worried about.

It was the comments that said that he shouldn’t have a “redemption arc”, and that he’s evil just because. That is what got to him since he knows how much power the community has over him.

They’ve shaped his appearance, his personality, and his motives.

He finally admitted that he, indeed, deserved redemption, and this is how they repay him??

Feeling his eyes start to sting, he let out a shaky breath and exited Tumblr, putting down his phone, pressing his palms to his eyes as he tried to stop the tears from escaping.

Even now, they all still see him as the “Glitch Bitch” and “master manipulator”. He couldn’t turn into that monster. Not again.

But..did he even have a choice?

2) Anti’s eyebrows furrowed as he tapped the magic barrier covering the doorway to Jack’s room, confused. “Why is this here?”

“To keep you avay from him.”

Flinching, he turned around to see Henrik standing there with a cold gaze, along with Marvin and Jackie.

“Y-Ya can’t do that..” He whimpered. “I…I-I said I was sorry for everythin’. I promised I-I would-”

“Does “sorry” instantly cure Chase’s depression zhat you made vorse? Does “sorry” suddenly make me forget the exile you put me through for nine fucking months?!” With every question, Henrik’s voice grew louder and he stepped closer to the cowering glitch. “DOES “SORRY” REVERSE ALL ZHAT YOU PUT JACK THROUGH?!!”

“NO!” Anti sobbed, pressing his back to the wall as he gripped his head, tears streaming down his face, making his eyes red and swollen. “..N-No it d-doesn’t..” He put his face in his hands, sliding down the wall until he was on the floor.

In that moment he could’ve sworn the doctor was going to strike him, but then he heard Marvin tell him to stop. Finally, he heard them all walk away, their footsteps fading down the hall, although he didn’t dare look at any of them as they left.

Maybe he was an idiot for thinking they’d forgive him. No matter how much he tried. No matter how much he helped everyone…

He would always be the bad guy.

3) Henrik hummed as he carefully sewed Anti’s neck, fixing the few stitches that had come undone. “And…zhere ve go~” He smiled as he cut an extra part of the string off and set down his tools, looking at his handiwork.

“Th-Thanks, doc..” The glitch mumbled quietly, smiling back before he stood up.

“Ah-ah, zhere’s one itty-bitty little zhing ve must do, Anti.”

In worry, he sat back down. “What is it?”

“See, you don’t have much blood left in you, and you can have some fainting spells if ve don’t get some more in you. Remember vhen I drew some of Jack’s blood? He donated some of zhat to help you just in case of emergencies.”

Anti blinked in surprise, although when he saw him walk over to the drawer and pull out a syringe filled with blood, he tensed up. “U-Um..I’m good, H-Henrik. I..I’m fine.” He tried to stand up and walk away to prove it, but he got up too fast and the world started to spin.

“Woah! Easy zhere, my friend.” The doctor put down the syringe and grasped his arms, easing him back into the chair and having him lay back. “Just breathe. You look at vhite as a ghost! Are you..really zhat nervous of a silly needle?”

“……”

“Ah..a case of trypanophobia I see. Vell don’t vorry, Anti.” He cleaned off the needle and knelt beside the shaking demon, gently taking his arm and cleaning off a spot with disinfectant. “Let me do zhis and it vill be over before you know it. Just don’t look at the needle. I know my singing calms you down so..how about I do zhat?”

Anti silently nodded and closed his eyes, whimpering as he dug his fingers into the chair’s arms. Then he heard Henrik start to sing a quiet song in his native tongue. A few moments later he let out a louder whine as the needle pierced his skin, leaving a sharp, dull pain as it stayed in his arm. He was trying not to glitch too much but he wanted the needle out of him now.

After what seemed like an eternity, it was removed and he opened his tearful eyes, looking to see the doctor wrap a gauze around the area. “Zhere ve go..see? Not so bad.” He chuckled softly.

But his smile fell when he saw Anti’s face scrunch up as he wiped the back of his hand against the tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Oh..come here.” Henrik cooed as he wrapped his arms around him, hugging him and petting his hair. The sobs that escaped the demon ached his heart. “Shhh, shhhh. It’s okay. You did good.”

[emoselenas]

woodland creatures tour - day 8 (falls church)

finally got around to starting the final journal. life picks back up so quickly for me when i return from going anywhere, really, so it’s hard to stick to little projects like this. but i probably could have benefited from writing this sooner after the actual last day of tour haha. it’s funny how we only leave for a week or so but it feels like our lives shift so drastically during that time. it really does take time to snap back into reality and accept normalcy.

after a good night of bullshitting until super late (we tried to put on hot ones around 2:00 am but all passed out shortly after) we grabbed coffee and breakfast at coffeeology (i THINK that’s the name) in greensboro. we stopped at a shop literally across the street from the venue we played last year, new york pizza. seeing that place again reminded us of playing to literally our tourmates destination dimension and maybe like 3 other people in the room, versus the couple dozen we played to last night. the main band that played the gig that night literally sat outside the entire show with their friends and only came inside for when they had to play. it was disheartening, to say the least. this time, we didn’t play to a crowd that was there for us, but we played to so many more people who actually stayed inside to watch us. 

i wish i could remember this drive, i didn’t have any work to do so i think this was the day i bought untitled goose game and i was playing it a little bit haha. we listened to some music and just enjoyed the trek to our last gig on this run. of course, we started to hit traffic as we approached falls church, which is in the DC area for anyone not familiar. however, we were still making okay time. we could make a detour to drop our bags at the hotel in vienna, get food, and then run our dual band cover of uneasy hearts with pulses. forgot to mention this in the jacksonville journal lmao, i approached kevin with this idea for the last show of tour super casually and we did end up deciding as a whole to go through with it! 

the hotel in vienna was such a strange spot, but it was kind of cool? we stayed at the vienna wolf trap hotel hahaha. all of the decor was SO DATED but it was still pretty okay. the guy at the desk was nice, we somehow got on the topic that we were a band on tour rand he gave us late check-in for free! ended up not needing it. but it’s the thought that counts haha. we arrive to the venue and jaime’s girlfriend rebecca is there to greet us :’) poor girl drove their RV all the way down to virginia alone, and that thing drives slowly. but then that meant jaime could ride back up to jersey with her which was good. 

it is insane how at home we feel at falls church. i guess everyone south of maryland is just way fucking cooler than the northeast lmao, but it’s like pulling up to play somewhere at home in jersey and running into old friends. i can’t get over that we have that in a state hundreds of miles from home. it was good to see familiar faces and be back at the vfw. our friends’ band to michigan, with love was also on the gig, and our newer friends in science penguin joined us on the show as well! it was an all-around homie fest. i rolled up to the venue with the remainder of the trulys i purchased the night before, and shoved the box in the fridge haha. i was ready to just chillll. 

because we have played here a handful of times, it is also now tradition to walk across the parking lot and go get korean fried chicken at the restaurant next door. it fucking sucks, we always arrive just in time to eat before doors and i normally can’t eat jack shit because of fried/spicy food being horrible for my voice. i ordered bibimbap and then 12 wings to go, for after the show lmao. or a snack after we play!! but i ended up forgetting to FUCKING eat them AND they just sat out overnight in the van so they were toast. goddamnit. i think the restaurant is literally just called bbq fried chicken, the way they fry their chicken is just perfect. the sauces are all delicious and everything besides that on the menu is also tasty. 

i wanted so badly to break my last set of tour curse. it’s definitely a self-imposed, silly, superstitious thing, but my last set of tour iS ALWAYS HOT GARBAGE. i always for sure mess up. and this was probably the best last set of tour i’ve had but still not my best performance all of tour haha. i got lost the bridge of murder mountain and couldn’t hear my bandmates for some reason? fucking embarrassing but!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cannot stress enough how much fun it was. it truly was. fucking, we’re about to play pixelated and i’m trying to give my SHPIEL about not being a JERK musician and i hear the sounds of “smooth” by carlos santana featuring rob thomas faintly playing through my in-ears. i rip them off and i’m like, what the fuck is going on LMAO. surprise, the pulses. gang were behind it, and tyler, taylor and kevin come dancing up to the stage. i was DEAD. we never do last day of tour pranks so we were fuuuully unprepared hahaha. it was so funny. my meme now takes on a whole new meaning!! 

most importantly this show felt like such a fun celebration of tour. pulses., as they did all tour, hyped us up during almost every song and went off for synapse fires. we are too fucking lucky to have them as friends. they really helped make every set and every show feel worth the hours of travel and sometimes stress. to look out and see their faces in the crowd and singing the words uplifted us each night. it’s unfair that we live so far apart. it’s like how they say your soulmate could be literally anywhere in the world but you won’t know until you go look??? it’s like that but with finding supportive friends. i’m not sure if we’ve stressed this enough but this tour gave us strength to keep going as musicians, due in part to their friendship. we always joked like how the fuck we’re supposed to just go on not playing shows together or seeing each other all the time but it really does suck lmao. i was in my feelings in both a good and bad way, soooo i immediately scurried off the stage to go grab a truly the second we were done HAHA

it’s always so sad to watch your friends play their last set of tour, too. well moreso bittersweet! but you know that it’ll be your last time seeing them play for a while. i enjoyed every single minute. i love watching them play hometown shows, too. halfway through we jumped on stage to do the uneasy hearts cover, completely unrehearsed, and i’d say we did a pretty damn good job. such a fun way to send off the woodland creatures tour. i had always wanted to do something like this, where two bands play on stage at once (holla me versus i nd the artwork of). the energy the whole song was so infectious, it was fun to see people in the crowd go off too. also, fucking KRIS KHUNACHAK shot this video with TWO ANGLES holding both his cameras at the same time. i still can’t get over that.

i love that pulses. played you already know as their closer, it was the perfect way to wrap up their set and the best bookend to the setlist they chose. kevin would get on the mic every night and speak to the crowd, dude is just really good at being a performer and resonating with people. in jacksonville he sat down and everyone followed his lead haha. it was fun to dance one last time with everyone as we watched pulses. kill it before the tour came to an official end. we then gathered outside to take group pictures. it’s the part you don’t wanna get to, because it signals farewells in the near future, but we took some really great ones. 

post-gig taco bell plans were foiled, but someone recommended the silver dollar diner nearby. diners outside of jersey are normally horrifying but i trusted the people we were with. we piled back in our vehicles and rolled 20 heads deep to the diner. it was actually a really sick diner with tons of vegan dishes and pretty tasty food. i got chicken noodle soup, red wine and an ice cream sundae because i am a freak of nature. we ate up like 3 tables and sat altogether, just bitching about having to return to real life the following monday. but also, trying to plan the next time we would see each other. already!! and!! talking about doing more shows together. we try to work with different people all the time but there are a select few bands we would tour with or gig with again and again and again and pulses. are one of them. after how much fun this run was it’s pretty hard to imagine not doing this again. it just... makes sense. so much sense. and it feels wrong to not do it again lmao.  

goodbyes were bittersweet. we huddled in the parking lot by our van to say goodnight and see ya later, one by one. fuckin, tyler is moving to nashville very soon so we all probably won’t see him for a hot minute :’----------( thankfully everyone else really isn’t that far if we planned a weekend trip to meet halfway or if we wanted to make the trip out to each other, thank god!!! i don’t know what i would do if i couldn’t always have a part of this tour with me, somehow or some way.

afterword

was thinking of adding a lengthy epilogue but it’s essentially just me openly sobbing in the van the entire ride home hahaha. you’d think that every single time it would get easier to come home but it doesn’t. i know why touring impacts me as much as it does emotionally, but when the bittersweet acceptance of coming home pours over into tears like it does, i feel kinda silly. i’m sure that there are musicians who are constantly gigging that would love nothing more than to be home more, and i know that if i was in their shoes i would come to dread touring, too. 

i really, truly wish i was in a place, or that my bandmates and i, were in a place to tour more often, but for now we have what we have. and that’s okay. i want to share something beautiful our friend charlene posted today that deeply moved me: 

This is the moment. I’ve made it.

People always ask me “what are you gonna do when you’ve made it?” I need you to understand something; I’ve already made it. I am living out my dreams. It’s not easy and obviously I would only hope that’s I will continue to grow, to reach bigger goals, to push the limits. But I’ve already made it. This is the moment. I won’t let myself miss out on the beauty of life that’s right in front of me because I’m too worried about something that may or may not come tomorrow. This is the moment.

[scripted-dalliances]

Rest In Peace: Chapter Eight

Title: Rest In Peace

Chapter: 8

Summary: A part of Faithless Fairy Tale, a more in depth look at how they brought Laura back to life. Appearance of old faces, creation of new ones and if you’re looking for canon, it left a long, long time ago. If you squint you might be able to see some pieces from the book.

“Fear no more, says the heart...” -Virginia Woolf

+

Mad Sweeney pushes himself up off the floor, pissed for several reasons, top three being the fact he has just face fucked the floor, that Laura had ruined what was turning out to be a fan-fucking-tastic dirty dream and worst of all, he was clearly sporting a stiffy.

“Fuck you, dead girl, I was sleeping!”

“Yeah, and now you aren't. Come on, get up and get dressed, ginger bitch. We have a long drive back.”

That gets his attention, “Back where?”

“Back to Indiana. To find Anubis and Ibris. I have questions and I want them to answer them. I mean. Odin is dead now, so even if they had a deal it should be fine to just ask what it was.”

“You sure that's smart? They might take one gander ‘atcha and decide your trial period of second life is over. I might not be able to pluck that coin outta you, but Anubis might.”

“Then I will do a lot more than smack his hand if he tries.”

Sweeney gives out a dry chuckle, he doesn’t deny that he kind of wants to see it. An ancient god of death getting slapped silly by little Laura Moon. It was a painful experience, that he was familiar with but that didn't mean he had sympathy for anyone else who was on the receiving end of it.

(More so if he thought they deserved it)

“Fine, give a man some fucking privacy to get dressed.”

Laura looks down her nose at him, still on the floor, hidden by the bed.

“You got a boner, don't you.”

He feels his fucking ears burn, “Out!”

She leaves, but he is distinctly aware of her smug knowing smile.

He most certainly does not jack off to that same smug smile at all.

+

They decide to take one of Ostar's cars. It's the least fancy and brightly colored of her harem of cars, just a black SUV that has tinted windows and enough space for Sweeney’s long legs, so it's possible she'll never even notice or care. They argue for hours on who gets to drive it before a light bulb bursts right above his head, proving soundly that his luck is still fucking shit and they're more likely to survive if she drives.

Before they leave, Sweeney hunts down one of Ostara's many fluffy friends and picks it up by the scruff of the neck to bring the rabbit to his face.

“Oi, tell your old lady we'll bring the car back after we've paid a little visit to Anubis.”

The rabbit’s black nose twitches and Sweeney rolls his eyes.

“If anything happens to the fuckin' car you can have Shadow fuckin' Moon be the one to fuckin' pay for it. Its his damned dead, asshole wife!”

“Ex- asshole wife.” Laura calls out, climbing into the driver's seat.

Sweeney drops the rabbit, “Whatever, call it alimony then.”

“I had a better paying job than Shadow and owned a house, if anyone is paying alimony it would be me.” She says as he gets into the passenger side and she adjusts the car seat. Bringing it up as close as she can to the wheel. Meanwhile, he rummages through the bag at his feet that he brought, until he finds a stack of air fresheners.

He unwraps three lemon shaped ones and throws them in her lap. Laura looks down at them with a sneer while shoving on a pair of sunglasses.

“Really.”

“Shadow might not care for lemon scented you, but I sure as hell pick it over molding corpse.”

+

The first few hours of their drive isn't bad. Its not like they aren't used to sharing small spaces for impossibly long distances. This time she has the ability to aim all the air conditioners in her direction while he keeps the seat warmer on his side on high.

It also helps that he brought a blanket and a very pink fuzzy hat.

“Not a fuckin’ word outta of you dead girl.” He pulls it on and crosses his arms like a grumpy child. As if she was the one who made him wear it.

Laura keeps her face carefully blank, “I didn't say any thing.”

“You were thinkin' it.”

She struggles to hide the uptick of her lips.

“You do look pretty in pink.”

“Fuck you, dead bitch.”

“Fuck you back, Suibhne.”

+

“I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter ‘C'.”

“It better be cat.”

“It ain't.” Sweeney says with a delighted smirk.

Laura slams her feet on the brakes and Sweeney hits the dashboard with enough force to warrant a crunch.

“You’re an asshole, dead girl.” He hisses at her. Blood from his busted nose runs down his face and into his beard. She grins and continues their little game.

“I spy with my dead eye, something that begins with the letter D.”

Sweeney sniffs wetly, but then after a beat of silence asks, “Is it dickhead?”

“Bingo.”

+

The drive goes by faster than before. Probably because the SUV is naturally more efficient than an old ice cream truck, it helps too that neither of them need to stop for much. At most it’s a quick bathroom break, but Sweeney isn't the type of man who cares where he pisses so more often than not its just the side of the road.

On one such occasion, Laura gets out too just to stretch her limbs. There is a hint of stiffness in her that makes her worried that rigor mortis is a real possibility if she doesn't keep moving. It makes sense as much as it doesn't, her body moves but her insides don't.

There's no blood, every vein clogged and more than one of her organs stapled shut. Twice in some, while others are completely missing. Making her feel like a doll with no stuffing, nothing keeping her together but a gold coin and thread.

Except when she kissed Shadow and felt her heart beat…

Except when she touched Sweeney and felt her blood race…

Above her, a bird cries out. Laura covers her eyes to better see it fly over head. It circles twice, enough for her to fear it might be a damned vulture before it lands atop the car's hood and she realizes its far too small.

It's a hawk, and it opens its mouth to yell at her.

“What the fuck is this.” Sweeney comes up behind her, smoking and glaring at the bird as it continues it’s angry squawking. “What’d you do to piss it off?”

“Why do you think I did anything?”

“I might have shit luck, but even I’d still bet on those odds, darlin.”

“Go!” A new voice shouts.

“…Did that bird just tell me to go?” Laura questions, mostly at the bird.

“There you have it. Even the local wildlife is telling you to piss off.”

The hawk spreads its wings and lets out a sharp gutted cry; could be anger or indignation, fuck it could be a happy sound. All Laura ever owned was cats, she knows fuck all about birds.

“Go with!”

Laura has been having a really weird after life, all things considering, so stopping to talk to a hawk on the side of the road is just…well it is what it is. Fucking weird, but she does it.

“You…want to come with?”

The bird ruffled its feathers, puffed up and started earnestly bopping it's head. Laura shrugs and opens the passenger door, but quick as a lightning , Sweeney is pushing her hand aside and crawling in.

“I call FUCKIN' shot gun, the talking chicken nugget can sit in the fuckin' back.”

Laura slams the door closed, Hard enough to catch the tall idiot by the elbow and moves to open the back door instead. Gesturing to the bird to get in.

“Sure you want a lift? I mean you've got wings and this idiot never shuts the fuck up. I know which one I'd choose.”

The hawk flies into the back.

“Great.” She closes the door and walks back to the driver side. Mad Sweeney is glued to the radio, the bird is perched on the seat. Every now and then picking at something between it's claws and chewing.

“So, a dead woman, an unlucky leprechaun and a talking bird go on a road trip. Set up for a good joke, right?” She says, strapping herself in.

“And by good joke. You mean fuckin' awful, right?”

A new voice from the back pipes up, “Actually, I'm a God.”

Both of them scream in reply.

+

The bird who is not a bird at all, sits casually and as both Laura and Sweeney spit and sputter out curses in shock.

“Fuckin hell! Give a fella some sort of fuckin' warning you trickster asshole!” Sweeney puts a hand to his chest, where his heart is trying to escape his ribs. He will die of a damn heart attack before the end of this trip. He can feel it in his bones.

“Normally I wouldn't agree with him for anything, but holy shit yeah.” Laura looks at the man. He's handsome, dark skinned and naked. Really, really naked. “Also…maybe clothes? I’d like to at least know your name before I know what your balls look like.”

Sweeney glances back. Regrets it instantly.

“At least cup yourself, lad. This ain't our fuckin' car and I ain't paying to clean your dick sweat from it.” He tells the guy but there is no reaction from him. No shame.

Mad Sweeney looks harder at the man and sighs. He knows that look.

“Oh fuck me…” He glares at the dead woman beside him. “You just had to do it, didn't ya. You just had to let the bird in.”

“He asked!”

“He is fuckin' mad as shit! LOOK INTO HIS FUCKIN' EYES, WOMAN. HE IS BATTY AS A FUCK-” Sweeney glanced back to point, only to find he couldn't, “..he is a fuckin’ bird again. Fuck.” The hawk was back and blinking at them both. “Why the fuck is he a bird again?”

Laura shrugged, “How would I know? Maybe all your stupid yelling scared him.”

The hawk flapped it's wings.

Sweeney glared, “You’ll have a lot more to fear from me than the tone of my voice if you don't fuckin' change back, you mad feathery fuck, and tell us what the fuck you want.”

There is no pop, no dazzle of magic. Just one moment there was a bird, the next the man was back.

“I'm not scared of you.” The man says simply.

Before Sweeney can fling himself into the back and start a fight, Laura catches him by the shoulder.

“Stop trying to fight naked bird boy. I do not have the energy to properly workshop all the insults I could make from it right this second. And I'd really like to give it my all, so maybe hold off?”

“He wouldn't win.” The man says, as if stating a fact and nothing else.

“Wanna fuckin bet, bird brains?”

The man tilts his head, either confused by the insult or Mad Sweeney in general. Either way, Laura clocks the blankness in his eyes and acknowledges that whoever he is, he isn't playing with a full deck.

“Hey, so. Hello. I'm Laura.”

“I know.”

Taken slight aback, she waits for him to continue. When he doesn’t, she pushes on. “Any chance you can tell me your name or perhaps the reason why you suddenly decided to join us?”

The man blinks at her, processing for a long time before answering.

“I am called Horus. I know you are going to my brothers. I wish to come with.”

“…Okay.” Laura accepts this best she can. Horus as far as she can tell, is also an Egyptian god. So that makes sense…at least in the context of where he is traveling to. “Still gotta wonder. Wouldn't flying as bird be quicker?”

Horus doesn't answer, only looks at her with mournful dark eyes. Laura is shocked to see a second later a tear runs down his dark cheek.

“Hey, listen its fine. You can come with.” She awkwardly attempts to back track. She isn’t good with people, and knows it. But so far this God hasn’t done anything to her except ask for a lift and within seconds she has made him cry. That's a record even for her.

“Shit. There is probably some shitty karma coming my way now isn't there? For making some innocent god cry?”

“Ain't you, dead girl.” Sweeney tells her, voice lowered. He hands the weeping god his blanket and even an opened pack of peanuts. Which seems to cheer Horus up considerably. As he quickly stops crying and  starts to pop them into his mouth to chew. “Chances are he has been a bird so long, everything up there is scrambled eggs. Doubt he remembers what his brothers look like let alone what street they live on.”

He knows, after all, just how little it takes to lose your mind. What it's like to be a bird and lose everything that you were and not even notice until its too late. The ability to turn back into a man fades every time you take flight, that's what they don't tell you.

Even now, sometimes he has days he wishes he could spread his wings and take off. Leave everything behind, just to feel the wind and the air hold him again, to be free and light as only a bird can be.

“But he knew who I was. Knew I was headed to them…”

Horus, having finished all his treats, leans towards them.

“The ravens told me.”

Laura glances at Sweeney, who growls and bangs his fist against his knee. “Okay, does that mean something or is that crazy bird code?”

“Huginn and Muninn. Odin's pet ravens. They've been following us for so long, I sort of forgot. Figured with Odin dead they'd fuck off. Either they've gained a sense of self or someone else has given a job to the lil bastards to keep tracking us.”

Horus frowns, “They were always meant to leave him. Even he knew that. If they work for someone new, it was always meant to be.”

Horus holds out his hand. And it takes a second for Sweeney to realize he wants a treat. With a heavy roll of his eyes, he bends to pull out another bag of snacks from his bagged horde. He pops it open and hands it over, watching in disgruntled amazement as the god upends it all into his mouth at once.

Laura starts the car and pulls it back onto the road. She doesn't exactly remember the way to the funeral home, other than a vague general direction she should head to and can only hope there is a sign for their business when they reach the state.

“So, Odin has a few minions still roaming about. Does it matter?”

“Does it matter she asks,” Mad Sweeney repeats, voice mocking. “Of course it fuckin matters. You, dead girl, killed him. In front of a group of holy witnesses at that. Now Shadow and Miss Spring might not say anything, but you can bet Media and Techdick will. I have no doubt they were watching from afar.”

There had been too much going on, afterwards to notice for sure, but Laura didn't doubt it.

“Never mind what feathery dumb and dumber are up to, by now there will probably be a whole new war gearing up. All against the dead girl who decided to go highlander on their big man. Fuck, there's no telling if they're teaming up or not either, old gods and new.” He chuckles, “Ain't nothing brings people together like a common enemy.”

Laura frowns, “I don't know why you're laughing. If they come after me, you're just as fucked.”

“Aye. Not much changed for me then is it?”

Laura stays silent, he's been eerily right for most things and she hates the idea he might be right about this.

>

[whatmakesmehappyy]

The Cove Part 7

“Where is everybody?” You questioned when you and Grayson had made your way onto the deserted beach.

“Eth said they’ll be here soon. Laura needed to sober up a little, I guess.” Grayson shrugged and shoved his hands in his pocket. The lake was quiet, ripples in the water reflecting the moonlight. The wind was blowing slightly but it wasn’t cold. You looked to the cove, wanting to check if D had written back, “You okay?” Grayson touched your shoulder lightly. You turned to him and nodded with a smile, “Do you want to swim?” He nodded his head to the water. You didn’t have a suit but you were wearing shorts and your bra would dry if it got wet.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You pulled your top off and walked to the water. It had cooled significantly from the day but wasn’t cold enough to stop you from swimming. As you were about to dive in Grayson ran past you and jumped up, completely submerging himself. You laughed as he resurfaced, his previously styled hair now dripping onto his face and covering his eyes. You brought your hand up to your mouth to stifle the laugh coming out of your mouth. Joining Grayson in the water you submerged yourself until you couldn’t reach the bottom and were treading water. Grayson swam closer to you until he was about an arm’s length away, “Y/N there’s something I want to show you.” He came a bit closer and you nodded, you’d follow Grayson anywhere if he asked. He started to swim towards the shore and you followed. As soon as you got out of the water, however, the rest of the party came onto the beach. Grayson stopped so suddenly that you ran into his strong back for the second time that night. You rubbed your nose again as you stepped away from him. He turned and gave you an apologetic smile, “Maybe later?” You were disappointed but nodded nonetheless. His friends came up to him and they started rough-housing and you looked for Laura or Jack. You found Jack but Laura wasn’t with him.

“Hey, where’s Laura?” You gave Jack a quick hug and he squeezed you quickly. 

“She was really tired. I took her home and set her up with some Advil for tomorrow and a few bottles of water.” Jack shrugged and laughed a little, “She gets rowdy when she’s had a few.” You knew all too well what he meant. Laura was a collected person by nature but when she had a few drinks she was like a whole new person.

“Alright, that’s probably for the best that she didn’t come then.” Jack bobbed his head in agreement, “Ethan and Grayson are over there,” you gestured to where they were surrounded by a few people, “I’m gonna go for a walk.” Jack nodded and made his way to his friends and you walked the opposite way towards your cove.

When you reached the cove you opened the notebook excitedly to see that D had written back, “That sounds like a shitty situation, I’m sorry. I think you should tell Brad…” You laughed when you read the name, you had forgotten that you named Grayson “Brad” to hide his-- and your-- true identity, “... about your crush. I know how you feel though, I’m in the same situation. There’s this girl that I’ve had a crush on for years but she and I barely talk. I think she likes my brother which sucks. He knows that I like her and I know that he wouldn’t make a move on her because I like her but it still sucks seeing her with him you know? Anyway, I think honesty is the best policy for you right now. I guess that makes me a hypocrite, huh? I’m telling you to tell Brad about your crush but I’m not going to tell my crush. I’ve never been in love but the feeling I have when I’m with her makes me think I might be falling for her. We should get together for dinner and discuss our hardships. I’m just kidding… kinda. It’d be nice to talk to somebody who knows what I’m going through. Anyway, I’m already late for something so I’d better go. I hope she’s there. I’ll let you know if she is. -D

P.S. What should I call you? I feel weird calling you “wave”... -D”

You smiled at the note. D was right, it felt nice to have somebody that could relate to what you were going thorough. You picked up the pen and started to write back, “I completely agree. It’s nice that somebody knows sorta what I’m going through. I found out that Brad and that girl I thought he was with aren’t actually together and that she has a boyfriend. It makes me feel better but I still can’t carry a very good conversation with him. We had a nice night together and that was the most that I had talked to him since I’ve known him, I think. Maybe I’m getting better at this? Maybe there’s a chance.

P.S. you can call me Kai.”

Kai was the Hawaiian word for sea and you felt like it represented you well. It also hid your identity from D or whoever else might know about your cove. You looked down to the lake and saw a sizeable crowd on the beach and you sighed, knowing that you should probably join or else people might wonder where you were. There were few enough people to where your absence was noticeable but that you could sneak away like you had for a short amount of time. You made your way down the trail and back to where people were mingling. They had brought the alcohol from the party and people were getting a little rowdy. You giggled at some of your friends acting silly with the aid of alcohol in their systems.

“Fancy seeing you here.” You shivered when somebody’s hand snaked around your waist and started travelling to your butt. Whoever it was smelled heavily of alcohol and their breath was fanning over your neck uncomfortably. Turning, you turned saw Dean standing there with a smirk on his face and you grimaced.

“Yeah well, my brother and his best friends put this little party on so I couldn’t really say no.” You started to walk away and kept an eye out for Jack, Ethan, or Grayson. You didn’t want any conflict but being closer to one of them would make you feel much better.

“Yeah? Maybe you should text them, tell them that you’re leaving this party early.” Dean was even more drunk than when you had first come in contact with him at Meg’s sister’s house and he was stumbling after you.

“That’s fine, thanks for the offer, though. I should find my friends.” Dean reached for you and your pulled your hand away.

“Aw, sweetheart, are you saying we aren’t friends? I’m hurt.” You saw him pout out of the corner of your eye and you rolled your eyes at him. You still hadn’t spotted any of the guys and you were running out of options. You thought about going into the water to get away from him but you realized even the colder water wouldn’t dissuade him from following you. Turning to the water you finally caught Ethan’s eye. He was in the middle of the lake surrounded by a few people. When Dean caught your wrist you were forced to break eye contact with Ethan and you tried to tug your arm out of his grasp, “I’m getting you one way or another, fucking prude. You might as well make it easier for yourself.”

“And what are you gonna do? Where you gonna take me? There’s too many people here for you to do anything to me in the open, and judging by your breath there’s no way you drove here yourself. Let me go, asshole.” You tried to look over to Ethan again but Dean grabbed your chin and made you look at him. His breath washed over you and you coughed at the strong smell of tequila.

“You don’t want to test me, bitch.”

“Hey! Let her the fuck go, Dean!” You sagged in relief when you heard Ethan’s voice coming behind you. Dean squeezed your arm and chin tighter when he saw Ethan and you yelped at the pain racing through your body. You struggled with him, wanting to be near Ethan or anybody that wasn’t Dean. “I said,” your body was jostled a little as Ethan shoved Dean, “stay the fuck away from her.” Dean let you go and you stumbled. Somebody grabbed your arm gently and pulled you towards them. Looking up you saw Meg with a kind but sad smile on her face.

“Are you okay?” She touched your jaw lightly and you flinched at the sensitivity, “I’m sorry, come with me.” She guided you towards the coolers and pulled out a can of beer.

“Meg, I don’t really want a drink right now…”

She giggled, “It’s for your face. You need something cold on it.” You nodded and took the can from her.

“What’s happening? Why is Ethan furious?” Jack came up behind you and raised an eyebrow at the can of beer on your cheek.

“Dean was being an asshole. Grabbed Y/N. Ethan got him off her.” Meg explained.

Jack dropped to his knees beside you, “Are you okay? Let me see. Y/N I’m so sorry.”

You removed the can and let him see your face. He surveyed it with furrowed brows. You raised your left arm where Dean had gripped you and he gasped, water gathering in his eyes as he looked at you, “Jack it’s fine, I swear. Meg is helping me and Ethan took care of it. He was bothering me at the party and must have heard that there was a party here too, just bad luck.”

“We’re pressing charges.” Jack stated firmly, “That jackass is going to--”

“Y/N! Are you okay? Let me see. I don’t think he’ll be bothering you again.” Ethan walked over to the table you were sitting at and you noticed his knuckles were a little red. A crowd had gathered around you and Ethan pushed his way through to see you. He crowded in next to Jack, looking at your face and arm.

“I’m okay, thank you for helping me.” You smiled gingerly at him, “You got there just in time.” You picked up Ethan’s hand and frowned at how swollen the knuckles looked. Lowering the beer can from your face you tried to put it on Ethan’s hand but he shook his head and placed in back on your face gently.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner.” Ethan looked away, “He could have-” Ethan cut himself off and held your uninjured hand, squeezing it a bit when he thought of what could have happened.

“It’s not your fault, I’m just glad you were there at all.” You didn’t really want to think what could have happened if Ethan hadn’t seen you when he did.

“What the fuck is happening? Did somebody get hurt?” You heard Grayson’s voice cut through the crowd. Ethan and Jack looked at each other and then over to Grayson who was making his way through the crowd. “Y/N?” you waved weakly, the can of beer still on your face. “What-?”

“Dean.” Ethan gritted through his teeth. Grayson tensed and looked around, “He’s gone, bro. I took care of it. Grayson stop.” Ethan got up to grab Grayson’s arm.

When Grayson turned around to look at Ethan his face was hard and determined, “E…” Grayson trailed off and gestured to you, his eyes softening when he met yours.

“I know, but he’s gone and all we can do now is make sure Y/N is safe and okay.” You felt your cheeks heat up as Ethan and Grayson talked about you as if you weren’t there; in front of the crowd, nonetheless.

Jack squeezed your hand and stood up, “Why don’t we talk about this somewhere else?”

Ethan and Grayson looked at him, “Nah, we’re good. The conversation is over anyway.” Ethan said, sending Grayson a steely glare showing that there was no room for argument, “I think it’s time to go home.” The crowd started to disperse and people started packing up the drinks and pack things away in their cars.

Grayson stayed where he was, watching as you and Meg conversed about what happened. You didn’t really want to relive it but a whole slew of people had seen it and you knew that even if you didn’t talk about it, others would, “You have my number, right?” you nodded at Meg, “Great. Text me tomorrow when you wake up, we’ll go shopping and do a movie. Sound good?” You nodded at her again. The look she gave you didn’t leave much room for objection, but you were glad that she was making these plans. You needed to keep your mind busy and off of what had happened today.

When you looked over to Jack to ask him to take you home he was talking rapidly with Grayson and Ethan, all three of them were gesturing wilding and you grew frustrated. You were right there for crying out loud! “Hey assholes. I’m right here. Don’t talk about me like I’m invisible, or a child. If you have something to fucking say, say it.” You balled your fists but the look of intimidation you were trying to go for was ruined when you flinched when pain shot through your left arm from Dean’s tight grip and made you drop your glare and unclench your fists.

“Grayson is going to take you home, now. I’ll see you in a bit.” Jack said, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You panicked, thinking that Jack and Ethan were going to go after Dean again, “Jack! Please don’t. It’s fine I’m fine.”

“Shhh, relax. We’re not going to go after Dean. Grayson—“ he cut himself off before continuing, “Gray feels bad that he wasn’t there to help. He wants to apologize.” You glanced over at Grayson who was looking at something on his phone.

“Okay. Promise you won’t do anything stupid?”

“Promise, twin.” Jack gave you a tight hug and another kiss on your head.

You walked over to Grayson and touched his arm gently, “I’m going with you.” He looked up and smiled tightly at you before putting his phone in his back pocket. He rested his hand on your lower back and guided you to the car. He opened the passenger side door and helped you in, “No drinks?” Now that you knew that Grayson and Ethan didn’t drink you tried to make a joke about it ease the tense situation. Grayson gave you a weak smile, shaking his head, “Are you okay? I can go home with Jack if you have something to do. It’d make more sense, actually.”

“No!” The volume of his voice startled you and you jumped, “No. Please let me take you home. I just— I feel so bad that I wasn’t there.” He clenched the wheel tightly. You didn’t know why he was so torn up about what happened and asked him as much. “Y/N. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Nobody does. But I’m fine. Ethan was there. Meg helped me afterwards. Jack will keep him from me if I see him again. It’ll be okay.” You tried to speak softly, reassuring him.

“That’s not it. I know we’ll keep you safe.” Your heart fluttered.

“Then what, Gray?” His eyes snapped towards yours as he rolled to a stop at a stop sign.

“You don’t know? Jack didn’t tell you?” You shook your head, having no idea what he could be talking about, “Y/N I like you. A lot. I have for years.” He broke eye contact and drove forward. 

You froze, “Fuck you, Grayson. Let me out. How dare you?” You jiggled the door handle, disregarding the fact that Grayson was currently flying down the road.

“Y/N what— stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Grayson pulled over and parked the car, “What just happened?”

“Who told you? How do you know?”

“Know what, Y/N? I’m lost!”

“I’ve liked you since we were in kindergarten together. And you think just because of what happened tonight you can make fun of me? I may be weak but I’m not pathetic. I know I couldn’t get Dean off of me but I’m not gonna sit around while you try to take advantage of the shitty situation.” Tears were falling on your cheeks.

“I had no idea you liked me, I swear. And I would never take advantage of you. I’m not De—“ he took a deep breath, “I’m not Dean. I would never--.” You looked at Grayson, his eyes were full of sincerity and you were taken aback.

“You didn’t just say that? You meant it?”

“That I like you? Yes. I have for as long as I can remember.”

You huffed, “I’m sorry.”

Grayson started to laugh, “You’re a spitfire, Y/N.” You shrugged, looking away from him, embarrassed. He tilted your chin up with his pointer finger. The gentle contact on your face was a stark contrast to the force that had been used on you just an hour ago. He wiped the tear off your cheek, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. And I don’t know if you want to take things slow, or if you even want a relationship, let alone with me, but if you’ll have me I’ll keep you safe, always.” Your breath was caught in your throat but you nodded, “Yes to what, Y/N?”

“I want this. With you. I’ve wanted it since I was 5 and you offered me the Blood Orange crayon because the Red crayon wasn’t ‘pretty enough’ for the sunset.” Grayson giggled at you. When him and Ethan had come in to class on the first day of kindergarten Grayson had immediately come over and told you that the colors you had weren’t good enough for the picture you were drawing. You were hurt initially but when he opened his small palm he had a whole array of colors and offered them to you to use. “But, Gray…” he looked at you expectantly, “can… can we take it slow? I don’t…” you didn’t know what you were trying to say but Grayson understood.

“We can take it as slow as you want.” You smiled gratefully. “Let’s get some ice for you. Wanna go back to mine?” You looked out of the windshield and smiled then nodded at him. He smiled back at you before starting the car and pulling back onto the road. “We can watch a movie if you want. I think Jack is staying over tonight too.” A few minutes passed before Grayson spoke up again, “Can I hold your hand?” The request startled you but you smiled and offered your hand to him. He gripped it tightly and laced his fingers through yours. The size difference was almost comical and you laughed, “What’s up, Giggles?” He squeezed your hand quickly.

“My hand is really little in yours.” Your heart was beating erratically at being so close to Grayson and you were working on keeping your breathing neutral. Grayson looked down and nodded in agreement, a big smile on his face. The rest of the drive was spent in comfortable silence, Grayson’s playlist filling the silence. When Grayson pulled into the driveway you saw Jack’s car on the road. Some of the tension in your body was released when you saw it. Grayson opened the door for you and started to lead you inside but he stopped when the two of you reached the porch, “And for the record, Y/N, you’re not weak. Not in the slightest.” He placed a small kiss on the top of your head and you blushed. When the two of you made your way inside you saw Lisa and Sean waiting on the couch with Ethan and Jack sitting across from them.

“Y/N! Sweetie! Are you okay? Sean can you go get some ice? Ethan and Jack told me everything. I’m so sorry honey. Oh look at you.” Lisa ran a hand down your face gently, “You poor thing. Come here.” She guided you to the couch and Sean handed you some ice in a ziplock bag and you thanked him. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” You shook your head at Lisa. She nodded and patted your leg, “You all should get some sleep. It’s late.” You thanked her as she walked up the stairs with Sean.

“You guys wanna watch a movie?” Grayson spoke up from beside you. Ethan and Jack nodded and Ethan went into the kitchen to make some popcorn.

“Are you guys…?” Jack looked between the two of you. Grayson nodded and you smiled at your brother, “Finally! I’ve been waiting for you two to figure your shit out for ages!” He punched the air a couple times and whooped.

Ethan came running in, “What happened?”

“Y/N and your brother are together!” Jack and Ethan jumped around dramatically, waving their hands around.

“We’re taking things slow right now, asshats.” Grayson rolled his eyes.

“Still! It’s about time!” Ethan called out, walking back to the kitchen, grabbing the popcorn and putting it into some bowls. Even though you had honestly been looking forward to a movie your eyes closed of their own accord as the title sequence started. You were asleep before the first line of the movie was spoken.

@hmmmethan @deluxedolans @castiel-savvy18 @gia-kerks  

[yourescapetofiction]

The Tides Have Turned-Part 14

A/N: This is my old work, The Tides Have Turned. It is a complete story that I am reposting on this blog so the work isn’t lost and can be found for those interested :)

Fourteen

Two days had passed since my talk with Nate, and I haven’t heard from him since. I was never a fan of the silent treatment, and icing people out, but I had to patient. He probably needed time to get over it, just as he did with other fights we’ve had in the past. I have to admit, I miss him. His company, his laugh, all of it. I just sigh, I’m not the most patient person.

I was still in the hospital, because the doctors wanted to keep an eye on my wound until they were sure it wouldn’t become infected. I was tired of being here, I wanted to be back at the house with the guys, where I belonged.

“Good morning sweetheart! I have some good news, your doctor cleared you to be discharged, so you might want to call someone to come pick you up” a nurse said marching into the room. I could barely contain my excitement at the thought of going back to the beach house.

“That’s excellent! I’ll call someone right now” I smile at her. I reached for my phone off of the table next to my bed and pulled up my contact list. I automatically hit “N” for Nate’s number, but stopped myself. Normally I would call Nate in situations like this, but I didn’t think it was appropriate so I made a call to someone else.

“Hello?” the familiar voice sounded through the phone. Johnson, my best friend.

“It’s me, I’m being discharged can you come and get me?” I said, barely containing my excitement.

“What?! That’s great! I’m on my way!” he spoke rapidly before hanging up the phone.

A nurse helped me get dressed and gave me instructions how to care for my injury while at home. She escorted me down to the waiting room so I could wait for Jack. I thanked her for her kindness and gave her a small hug.

Twenty minutes later, a familiar blonde head rushed into the waiting room. His eyes were searching until they found mine.

“Y/n!” he yelled.

“Shh!” a front desk nurse looked annoyed.

“Y/n” Jack whisper-shouted, causing me to giggle. He gingerly hugged me, so as not to hurt my side. He held my hand and took me to the car.

“You have my parent’s car?” I question, confused.

“Yeah the keys were on the counter, and I didn’t think a bus was necessary to pick you up” he laughed climbing inside.

“I can see that” I laughed. It was weird, how did he get the keys. I could have sworn I left them in my room amongst my other things.

“I know what you’re thinking” he said staring straight ahead. Jack could always read me like a book. It was both good and bad, depending on the situation.

“Nate was the one to drive you to the hospital that night” he said seriously. Of course he was.

“Oh” I manage before looking out of my window again. That explains why Jack had the keys, Nate must have returned them to the house.

“Look, I don’t know what you said to him, but he ain’t right” Jack continued. I sighed heavily, not wanting to divulge into this conversation.

“Jack, I’m sure you’re just exaggerating. Nate is a big boy, he’ll be alright” I roll my eyes, slightly annoyed at this topic. What was said needed to be done, even if it hurt both his feelings and mine. Did I want to stop being with Nate? No. But if he’s interested in an old flame, I’m not about to be his side piece.

“I’m not exaggerating y/n” Jack said even deeper now. Normally I could count on Johnson for being even-keeled, but I knew he meant business when he was serious with me of all people. I shifted my focus to his profile as his jaw clenched, deep in thought.

“Nate hasn’t spoken to any of us in two days. He just stays in his room, or mopes about the house. We ask him to the beach, but he always brushes us off” Jack said. That really was abhorrent behavior for Nate. He was a fighter, he’d yell, punch things even, to get his anger out. He was never one to shut himself off from the world. You always knew where you stood with Nate.

“I don’t know what to say Jack” I said.

“Well I don’t know what you two had going on, but whatever it is you might want to consider talking to him. Straighten him out, we’re starting to get worried” Jack said shooting me a side glance.

“I don’t know Jack…” I trailed off weary to talk to Nate again.

“Just heed my warning” he said before we continued the rest of the drive in silence.

We pulled up to the house about ten minutes later, and I slowly walked through the front door. The guys immediately stopped what they were doing to come and greet me. Cam placed his drink down, Nash turned off the TV, Kenny lowered the music, and Sammy came bounding down the stairs.

“It’s so good to have you back babe” Sam said wrapping me into his chest tightly. He rested his chin on the top of my head, and inhaled deeply.

“It was only two days Sammy” I giggle and I could feel his laugh reverberate through his chest.

“Two days too many baby girl” he said placing a kiss on my cheek. The others greeted me much in the same way.

“We have matching battle scars” Gilinsky said waving his bandaged hand at me. I laughed at his silly remark before searching the room for the one soul I knew wouldn’t be there. I didn’t even have to ask aloud, before Johnson just shrugged his shoulders at me.

“I’m just gonna go upstairs and freshen up” I say before leaving the guys downstairs. I walked up the steps carefully, and heard the soft hum of music, the bass vibrating. Nate. I was contemplating whether or not I should go and knock on his door, but my decision was made for me as he rounded the corner from his room. I stood frozen in my tracks as he walked towards me. I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped when Nate looked right past me. His eyes were void of any emotion, and he brushed by me as if we were perfect strangers. That was worse than any stab wound I could ever have.

I turned into my bedroom and slammed the door shut before I started to tear up. I have succeeded in doing the one thing I never wanted to happen; I lost my best friend. I severed our friends with benefits situation to avoid exactly this, but he refused to acknowledge me anyway.

Nate’s POV

Seeing her killed me. I didn’t even realize that she was set to be released, until I heard Johnson pull up in the driveway. I wasn’t done processing everything that had been said. We could never seem to get our timing right. Either somebody was always getting in the way, or I wasn’t man enough to speak up. And now she has the wrong idea about Jessica and I. But being the typical stubborn y/n, she wasn’t willing to hear me out.

I felt emotionally drained after leaving the hospital that day. I didn’t want to talk to anybody, or do anything. I just wanted to stay in my room with my music and my weed. That was all that would work to keep my mind off of things. I needed to get something to eat, because I haven’t eaten in like 24 hours, so I exited my cave of a bedroom to head downstairs. I saw her standing by the staircase and the entrance to her room, she was bandaged and looked exhausted. If she wanted to absolve this fucked up relationship we had, then so be it. It took all of my strength to ignore her and our past. I walked right past her. I thought I would keep my dignity and would feel pride in that, but this hurt worse.

Y/n’s POV

I spent a couple of hours in my room, just watching TV and trying to calm myself down. I figured it was time to eat because I smelled the aroma of food wafting through the house. I slipped on my slippers and made my way downstairs.

“Hey baby, take a seat I’ll fix you up” G said from the stove.

“Thanks G” I said before sitting next to Cam and Kenny. We all made small talk about what I had missed when I was in hospital, and by the sounds of it, it wasn’t much.

“Here, eat up. You need your strength” G said placing the plate in front of me and kissed my head. I smiled and thanked him once more before digging in.

“Oh my god, real food. Not that hospital bullshit” I say eagerly causing the guys to laugh.

“Yeah Chef Gilinsky over there thought it would be good for you” Sam chuckled.

I caught the sight of Nate out of the corner of my eye fixing food, and to my surprise he actually sat at the same table as me. Albeit, he sat as far away from as he could get. He never really looked up to talk to anybody, just ate in silence. Awkward silences were always too much for me to bear, so I decided to man up and initiate the first move.

“So, Nate are you going out to the beach with us tomorrow?” I say as nonchalantly as possible. Some of the guys chimed in helping me out with this conversation. Nate looked up looking at my eyes in a fleeting moment, before raising his eyebrows slightly and looking back at his food. Not a “no,” not a nod of disagreement-nothing. I rolled my eyes at his childish games.

“What the fuck ever” I say getting up and throwing my plate away. I stormed off to my bedroom and slammed the door.

I felt myself starting to get angry. If he wanted to ice me out, and act like a child then so be it. I would get on with my life, and enjoy my time with the others.

Sam’s POV

“Dude what the fuck?” I say, agitated at Nate’s rude behavior towards y/n. I don’t know what is going on with him, but his bad mood was starting to get on my nerves too.

“She was talking to you and you didn’t even answer her? What is that” I say further. This must have struck a nerve because he spoke for the first time in two days.

“You don’t fucking know the situation Sam so back off” he yelled. I felt myself get defensive.

“Why don’t you explain it to me then instead of acting like a little bitch!” I screamed back.

Nate stood abruptly, his chair screeching backwards against the tile. G and Swazz stood up to stick their hands between us as we were now heaving face to face.

“Everybody calm down” J said. “Take a walk, both of you.”

“We can’t have more fighting amongst us” G said.

Nate just rolled his eyes and stormed off. I sat back down still pretty mad about how he treated y/n.

“Look, bro. I know you care about y/n, we all do, but you shouldn’t pick at Nate. He’s going through some shit with her” J said towards me.

“You think I don’t know that? I know just as well as anyone. But I also know that it doesn’t give him the right to treat her like shit. She’s upset, clearly you can see that!” I say both defending myself and motioning upstairs.

J squeezed his eyes shut in exasperation.

“If Nate is gonna act like that, then he doesn’t deserve her. She needs somebody to be a man” I say crossing my arms.

“And what. That’s you Sam?”

[classic-rock-roller]

1. Bonham was working with NSP as a guest performer for one of their videos, but she won’t tell you guys anything until it comes out. When it does, you find out that it’s a song about selling your soul for a saxophone solo. Bonham plays the ‘Saxy Succubus’, and is dressed in knee high heeled leather boots, fishnets, a barely-ass length red and black satin dress, a red cape resembling Danny’s, shoulder length gloves with 3-inch fingernails attached (like that picture, I can send it again if you want), intensely heavy makeup and Rikki Rockett-esque hair. She shows you, Sean, and Kevin the video, and Danny and Arin watch it again. When it’s over, Sean asks, “What the hell were you wearing? That was weird.” She just smiles, “Oh, I loved it. Me an Danny designed it together. So what do you guys think?” How do you and Sean and Kevin respond, and what do Danny and Arin say?

Sean: Wow! You look hot! 

Me: Don’t you dare “get busy” to that you still live in my house.

Kevin: Well...it’s...something. 

Danny: It’s great isn’t it? 

Arin: I liked it. 

2. After Thanksgiving, you and Bonham are with Arin and Danny and are watching them film the mystery drink challenge power hour. Bonham offers a tray of Jello her family made, but when they open it, Danny gags. “There’s so much alcohol in this I can smell it from here. These are shots and we don’t drink.” Bonham just looks confused. “Those can’t be shots, it’s just jello. It tastes like nothing.” You test it and sure enough, they’re shots. “What the hell? I can’t taste it or smell it, and I ate like, a quarter of this tray on the way over here.” How do you, Arin, and Danny respond?

Me: Ok, I’m driving us home.

Arin: Christ, you have a very high alcohol tolerance. 

Danny: I’m getting drunk all the way over here. 

3. Bonham comes up to you and Kevin super excitedly one day and shoves a USB disk at you. “Listen to what I made!” she says. You give a listen, and it’s this song, played on melodica and clarinet. She’s super proud of it, even though it’s a bit silly. How do you and Kevin respond to what she did out of sheer boredom?

Me: I think it’s great 

Kevin: Wow, you were really bored. 

4. You and Kevin and Arin and Danny went with Bonham and her brother Chuck to test out Chuck’s new dirt bike. Chuck shows you all how to do it, and Arin and Danny do fairly well for themselves. Bonham takes a turn, and as she’s taking a turn too fast she falls off. Before you guys can hardly react, she’s up, dusts herself off, and gets back on. When It comes time, do you take a turn? What do you all say when she gives the bike back to Chuck?

I don’t take a turn. 

Me: I’m good. 

Kevin and Arin: Are you ok? 

Danny: you really wiped out. 

5. Bonham is telling you, Kevin, and your band a story of when a drunken neighbor flipped his pickup into her driveway. The cab was crushed but the passenger and driver were fine, but when the cops came the driver bolted. The passenger told the cops, “His name’s Jesse James, he’s 23–” but before she finished, Bonham’s mom piped up, “That’s a crock of shit! His name’s Kevin Karlsson, he was born in 1965, and his dad’s house is just back there. He’s probably hiding in his closet. I can take you there if you want.” She took the cops down there and sure enough, that’s where he was. How do you all react to the story?

Me: That’s almost as bad as when my dad found a dead body at his apartments. 

Sean: Whoa!

Linus: What the fuck?

Erik: Yeah, what the fuck?

Kevin: Oh, Bons and I have already heard that story. 

6. Bonham’s noodling around on her clarinet one day when you and her and Kevin are hanging out with Arin and Danny. Arin says, “What can you play? Sing us a song on your toot stick.” She says, “Hmm. Oh! Wanna hear something cool?” and proceeds to play the guitar solo from Goodbye to Romance. How do you all respond?

I start to tear up and Danny and Arin go, “What’s wrong?”

Me: Oh nothing it just reminds me of Randy. 

Kevin: How long did it take you to learn that on your clarinet? It sounds amazing. 

7. Kevin and Bonham keep fighting because she keeps calling him a bitch. One day, you see him hide all the cups from her. “She can’t drink until she apologizes.” “This is ridiculous, but whatever.” you say. You’re both sitting in the kitchen when she looks for a cup. Kevin looks at her expectantly, but she just grabs a bowl and pours it full of milk, then takes a drink. “I know what you’re doing and I’m not going to apologize for something I’m not sorry for.” she says. How do you and Kevin respond?

Me: Kevin, you are a bitch. 

Kevin: Why are you both ganging up on me?!

8. You’re in the studio one day with Kevin and Arin and Danny visiting Bonham when she’s doing some solo stuff. She’s being extremely picky; if something doesn’t sound perfect she’s doing it over again. “Why are you being so picky? I know it has to sound good, but damn dude.” Arin says. Bonham just tells him, “If you’re satisfied with your sound on the first try then you’re not good enough. How will you get better if you like everything on the first try?” How do the three of you respond?

Me: Why do you think our records sound so good?

Arin: I’d hate being your producer 

Danny: You two are perfectionists. 

9. Bonham keeps grafiiti-ing Eddie Van Halen’s stuff because he keeps insisting that she doesn’t belong in the music world. She’s ruining his things, but she hasn’t gotten caught yet. ���So, Randy, how does it feel to be dating a criminal?” Kevin asks him one day. “Hey, I’m not a criminal.” Bonham says. “I’m an outlaw.” “What’s the difference?” Kevin asks. “The difference between criminals and outlaws is that outlaws don’t get caught.” she says. How do the three of you respond?

Me: You’re going to get caught eventually. 

Randy: Yeah, and I’m not bailing you out. 

Kevin: Just be careful, please. 

10. Sean has locked himself in his room on a rehearsal day, and your band are having none of it. Luckily for you guys, his window is open and he doesn’t have a screen in it, so Bonham and Erik are throwing rocks in it to get him out. Eventually, he comes outside and says, “What’s your problem man? You hit me and Gina while we were making love!” Bonham just says, “You were alone in there.” “And jacking it,” Linus says. “THAT IS ONE NARRATIVE!” Sean shouts. How do you and the rest of your band respond?

Erik: You masturbate too much. 

Linus: you need to keep it in your pants sometimes man. 

Me: And you’re doing it next to my kids. 

11. Bonham is scheduled to hang out with you and Kevin and Arin and Danny one evening, but she’s late. She won’t answer her phone, so after some time you all head over to her place to see what’s up. The door is unlocked and hanging open, and you find her in her pajamas, in a corner, and chugging what looks to be her third bottle of wine. “What are you doing?” Arin asks. She glances over, eyes glazed, and starts laughing. “I’m celebrating! I’m single now. Time to be a hoe!” She giggles a little bit before she tips over and starts crying. How do the three of you react?

Kevin: Did Rudy break up with you? That bitch.

I go over and hug her and make her feel better. We all end up sitting on the couch and I make sure she doesn’t drink anymore. 

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1) You are still on the Power Hour with Dan and Arin. Arin goes to your singer, “So, what do you listen to on a daily basis?” “Oh...this.” And your singer plays Ten Seconds to Love. “Why this?” Dan asks. “Well, the bass is heavy and it helps me get out anger. Plus I mean...the subject is kind of obvious.” “No, not really.” How do you, Arin, and your singer respond?

2) You, your singer, Kevin, Rudy, and Sean went to one of your singer’s friend’s wedding. She was finally marrying her girlfriend. While there, your singer is leaning on Kevin and you’re talking with Rudy when you heard Sean go, “The world is my lesbian wedding.” How do you, Rudy, Kevin, and your singer respond?

3) You, your singer, Rudy, and your singer’s friend, Jon Bon Jovi are in line waiting to get into a concert you’ve wanted to see. Because the four of you are semi-famous, you have a lot of people looking at you. All of a sudden, you hear your singer gasp and turn around, “Can you please not touch my ass, Sir?” The big, heavyset guy behind you just nods. Your singer turns back around and not even five minutes later, you hear her gasp again and go, “That’s it.” She whirls around on him and punches him square in the face. How do you, Rudy, and Jon respond? What does the huge guy do and how do all your fans around you respond?

4) Your singer is really drunk one day while you’re working on an album with Crüe. Tommy leans over to her and goes, “I dare you to kiss Mick. He needs some action.” Your singer goes over to Mick and pulls him in for a heated kiss. She turns around then and goes, “I have found my Mick!” Before promptly walking out to her car (although she shouldn’t be driving). How do you, Vince, Nikki, and Mick respond?

5) Your band is making a new album and your producer keeps pushing your singer to sound harsher, “Sound like Tom Keifer. You need to sound like him.” Your singer is getting pissed so she somehow releases this really harsh version of a song from her voice. Afterward, the producer goes, “That was great!” Your singer is about to say something, but when she opens her mouth, nothing comes out. She gets this terrified expression on her face and starts waving her hands. She pulls you over to her and mimes, “I can’t speak! I can’t speak!” How much the producer pushed her caused her to damage her vocal cords. How do you, Sean, Erik, and Linus respond? What does the doctor say once she goes?

6) You, Kevin, Rudy, and your singer are at an awards show and Bon Jovi is getting an award. You’re all standing backstage because War Angel is supposed to be getting one too. You, Rudy, and Kevin hear your singer go from behind her wine glass as Jon comes offstage, “Mmmmhh, I love my Jersey boys.” How do you, Kevin, and Rudy respond?

7)  Kevin and your singer got into a huge fight about her dating Nikki before she dated him and she screams at him across the backstage of one of their concerts, “At least I’m not going to name our son after him, “Christ!” Kevin stops and goes, “Wait, we’re having a son?” You, Rudy, Carlos, and Frankie don’t even know she was pregnant. How do the four of you respond?

8) You and your singer have just become roommates and are trying to get your band together. One day, he’s not home until four am and didn’t answer your calls. So you’re sitting on the couch waiting for her. When she opens the door you go, “Where were you? You had me worried. Wait...is that a hickey?” You look closer and sure enough, there's a hickey on her neck, “What’s that from?” “Well, do you remember those cute guys we ran in to at the bar? That guy Kevin asked me out on a date and...uh...well...” At that moment, the door bangs open and Kevin comes in after her, “Ok, so where’s the bedroom?” How do you respond to all this and what do Kevin and your singer say?

9) Your singer still doesn’t know what to wear so one day, she comes in in fishnets, and ripped leather pants, knee-high heeled boots, and a tight red dress and her hair teased. Sean is about to say something and she goes, “Sean, I swear. If one fucking word comes out f that huge ass mouth of yours, I’m digging my heel into your foot. And I won’t regret it.” How do you, Linus, Sean, Erik, Rudy, and Kevin respond?

10) Your singer takes you, Kevin, and Rudy to take care of Hei Hei. Your singer lets her out and gets her food and water and then checks on the house. You follow her out of the house and once Hei Hei hears the squeaky door, she comes running full speed at your singer flapping her wings. She stops at your singers’ feet. Your singer giggles and goes, “Hey, Hei Hei,” before petting the top of her head and putting her in her cage. How do you, Rudy, and Kevin respond?

11) You’re on the Power Hour with Danny, Arin, your singer, and Kevin. Your singer is pissed at Kevin because he’s being a little bitch and an asshole. Danny says something to your singer about starting the game and she goes, “Of course I’ll start the game,” she glares at Kevin, “If the little bitch doesn’t mind.” You can clearly tell that Arin and Danny are uncomfortable when Kevin and your singer glare at each other. Danny finally says, “Wow, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.” Kevin vaults over the table and starts making out with you singer. How do you, Danny, and Arin respond?

12) Kevin just got laid off of work and QR hasn’t started their new album so he’s in a slump. He’s complaining about it when your singer goes, “You could be my house bitch and take care of the kids while we go on tour.” How do you, Kevin., and Rudy respond?

@osbournebemydaddy your turn Bons :)

[yikesharringrove]

Hey there! Just a prompt I thought of today. What about Steve and billy being fuck buddies and one day Steve’s dad gets new car like a nice one and Steve won’t stop talking about it so billy jokingly says “jeez, bet u have sexual fantasies about that car” or something like that and Steve just freezes and goes red so billy somehow ends up fucking him on the roof of the car and also like maybe Steve has a degradation kink cuz his parents never let him be weak so he loves billy just fucking (1/2)

Pounding him with words and literally. Sorry I rambled this is just something I’m rlly into so... haha good luck (2/2)

I know fucking nothing about cars, so I fully chose the car from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off because, that’s a nice car.

ao3

Smuuuuuut.

“You just need to see it.”

“I feel like I have with how much you fucking talk about it.” Billy rolled his eyes. He was sitting in bed with Steve, smoking as Steve rambled on and on about his dad’s new car.

“You’re a car guy, you’re gonna love it. It’s a 1961-”

“Vintage Ferrari 250 GT California Convertible with a custom paint job. I fucking know, it’s all you’ve talked about got three fucking days. Next time you open your mouth about that car, I’m gonna shove my cock so far down your throat you won’t be able to talk about anything.” Steve went red.

“I just thought you’d-”

“On your knees, Harrington.”

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“Are you serious?” Billy had been knocking for ten minutes, pounding on the fucking door, cutting his losses to jimmy the lock on the door leading into the garage. He found it open found Steve in the garage, fucking fawning over the car.

It was a beautiful thing. Billy could respect the hell out of it.

“I’ve been knocking. You’re late. You’ve got a standing appointment with my dick, Pretty Boy.”

“Sorry, I was just-”

“Jacking off all over the fucking car. I’m starting to think you’ve got a little fantasy about it.” He stalked closer to Steve, pinning him against the back of the car. “You want me to bend you over the hood? Fuck you silly on that custom paint?” Steve’s face was red. His eyes darted around the garage. “Holy shit. You do have a little fantasy.” He pressed into Steve, nipping at his earlobe. “Why didn’t you tell me, Princess?”

“I didn’t, I-” his eyes fluttered shut when Billy shoved a thigh between his legs, grinding into Steve. He choked out a moan.

“Turn around.” He backed off, letting Steve turn to the car. He pushed him down, bent him over the back. “Look how good you are. You’re such a fucking slut for my cock. Would do whatever I said to get it.” He tugged down Steve’s pants, exposing his ass. “Look at you, just taking it. Tell me how much you want it.” He ran his fingers lightly over him, dipping to ghost over his hole.

“Want it so bad.”

“What do you want?”

“Your cock. Want your cock so bad. Please fuck me, please.”

“You’re such a little bitch. You gonna beg for me? Beg for me to fill you up?”

“Please. Fill me up. Want you to fuck me, cum all over me.” Billy groaned, pressing his fingers against his entrance.

“I’m going to get that bottle of lube you keep in your nightstand. Get undressed and bend back over like this. Don’t touch yourself. I’ll know if you’ve disobeyed me.” He gave one last press to his hole, sweeping off to meander upstairs. He found the bottle emptier than he last left it, much less in it than when he last fucked Steve a few days ago.

He came back to the garage, taking a moment to stare at Steve, bent over the back of the car, holding onto the back of the bench seat.

“What a good little cockslut. Listening to me like a good little bitch.” He came up behind Steve, trailing a finger down his spine, making him shiver. “But I noticed something, Princess. Noticed how much lube you’ve used. You been fucking yourself, slut?”

“Yes. I, I finger myself and think, think of you.”

“You thinking about this when you do it? About getting fucked on your daddy’s nice car?” He poured out some lube onto his fingers, spreading it around.

“Yeah.” Steve was breathy, his hands shifting and going white-knuckled on the seatback.

“Since you love having fingers in your ass so much, why don’t you cum on mine?” He shoved one roughly into Steve, making Steve cry out. He was fucking him quickly, making loud slick noises as he pumped his finger in and out. He stuffed another one inside, making Steve writhe and moan on the car, making him spread his legs.

“That’s right Princess, spread your legs for me. Let me get at that tight little pussy.” Steve cried out, turning his head to bury his face into his own shoulder. Billy leaned over and spat on his face. “Don’t hide your noises, don’t be embarrassed.” Steve looked at him with one big eye, Billy’s spit all over his cheek.

“I’m, I’m sorry.” Billy pulled out his fingers.

“You’re sorry? Show me just how sorry you are.” Steve didn’t move, lifting his head to look back at Billy. He walked around to the side of the car, hoping into the bench seat in the back. He looked back at Steve. “Well get up here, Slut.”

Steve scrambled to get into the car, sitting on Billy’s lap, cock hard between them. “Did I say you could sit here?” He slapped Steve’s ass, making his eyes go big. He pushed him back, letting Steve situate himself over the center console between the two front seats of the car. “Finger yourself.” He threw the bottle at Steve, taking his own cock out of his jeans, gently stroking himself.

Steve poured lube onto two of his fingers, reaching back to slide them inside himself.

“You’re gonna ride your fingers until you cum all over the nice leather. Then I’ll think about fucking you.” Steve bit his lip, starting to fuck himself properly with two long fingers, adding a third and stretching himself out, teasing his fingers over his prostate.

His dick was hard, was dripping precum.

“You’re so wet. Always make such a fucking mess.” Billy was leaning back, jerking off to the sight in front of him, Steve sweaty and panting, rocking his hips back and forth on the smooth leather.

“I think I’m, c-close.” Just as Steve said it, he was shooting off all over the leather. Billy reached up, grabbed Steve’s hair. He pressed his nose into the puddle of spunk.

“Clean up your mess.” He made Steve lick up every drop, made him stick out his tongue and show that he swallowed it.

Billy manhandled Steve until he was laying on his back across the back of the car, his ass settled against the backrest of the bench seats, the seats Billy was kneeling on, pressing his cock into Steve.

Steve whined, sensitive after cumming so hard, being stuffed full.

Billy didn’t give him any time to adjust, just started pounding him, the car creaking underneath them as they moved. Steve’s brows were furrowed. He was hanging on to the seatback under his ass, keeping him from moving further up the trunk.

Billy was relentless.

He was fucking into Steve, arms curled around Steve’s spread thighs, keeping him open and in place. He leaned over, biting roughly at Steve’s neck, his chest.

“Where do you want my cum, Princess? Tell me.”

“On, on my chest.” Billy grinned it was too fucking easy.

“Yeah, Baby? You want me to cum all over your tits?” He bit at Steve’s nipple, driving the point home. “Say it.”

“I want you to cum all over my tits.”

Steve’s eyes were closed, his face red with the humiliation. When he and Billy first started fucking, they had a long series of conversations on what they liked. Steve loved being degraded, being feminized and spat on, slapped and called names. Billy honestly just got off on Steve, the way he would get so embarrassed at the things that turn him on. But he liked being in control, the way Steve would go soft and pliant. He felt like could do anything to Steve, and that idea made him hot.

But he got off most watching him writhe as he shoved two fingers into his mouth, how quickly he got hard after cumming when Billy told him he’s a pretty fucking cumslut.

He pulled out, pulling Steve’s hips until he thunked down onto the seat between Billy’s legs. Billy leaned back, his hand flying over his cock, making him grunt and cum all over Steve’s chest. Steve was looking up at him, eyes dark, mouth open slightly.

“You can finish yourself off, Sweetheart. That looks painful.” He reached down to gently swat at Steve’s cock, hard and red again from getting fucked so roughly. “Just watch the car seat. Don’t wanna dirty up your daddy’s nice new car.”

[livelovelaug-h]

Bad at love

SONG LYRICS are NOT MINE of course*** Dean x reader Warnings- a little sad moment, and Arguing. One curse word. There’s fluff tho. Words - 1,667 oops. It’s really not that long tho.

Authors note- this was for roses 500 challenge

@rosethesupernaturalhunter

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Your love life hadn’t EVER been easy because… It’s simple… your bad at love

Got a guy back home in Michigan & it tastes like Jack when I’m kissing him 

So I told him that I never really liked his friends now he’s

gone and he’s calling me a bitch again. 

There’s a guy that lives in a garden State

 And he told me that we’ll make it till we graduate

So I told him that the music will be worth the wait

But he wants me in the kitchen with a dinner plate 

For the longest time, you would get too scared to have a relationship and get butterflies in your stomach and break up with the guy silly reason but you guessed it had something to do with anxiety. You were a pretty shy and insecure girl. Or you just lost feelings fast and pulled away from the guy and then later would break up with them probably because you were scared of commitment.

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)But you can’t blame me for tryin’

You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’

You were the one (ooh-ooh)That could finally fix me

Lookin’ at my historyI’m bad at love

Then you finally started getting the hang of dating and controlling your feelings. But with your last relationship, you didn’t like all the girls that he texted and talked to. Which caused a lot of problems for you guys. But sometimes he would be like that with you. He wouldn’t like it if you talk to a guy. So you guys had to end that relationship because of jealousy. You guys figured it would be better to just move on.

I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe

That we’re meant to be. 

But jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy 

Get the best of me

Fast forward to 5 years later when you met the Winchesters and fell in love with Dean. You and Dean have been dating for 4 years now. There may be trouble in paradise though because you and Dean have been getting into fights non-stop lately and you think it’s because of the first fight you guys had about having a kid. It was a month ago when you told him you wanted to try for a kid but he said he didn’t want a kid to be born into this world of hunting monsters. But you kept going anyways being the stubborn person you were.

Look, I don’t mean to frustrate, but I

always make the same mistakes, yeah I

After that, you guys stopped talking for awhile but you made up. A week after that you told dean you were concerned about his health, that he shouldn’t be drinking so much all the time. That did not end pretty either. 

Always make the same mistakes ‘cause

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)But you can’t blame me for tryin’

You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’

You were the one (ooh-ooh)That could finally fix me

Lookin’ at my historyI’m bad at love

You guys got over it though that next day and that same week Sam found a hunt in Michigan. You & Dean, of course, were arguing about how to do the hunt and kill the sonuvabitch. So during the whole hunt, you didn’t talk to each other at all.

I know that you’re afraidI’m gonna walk away

Each time the feeling fadesEach time the feeling fades

Dean knew about your past and how you could lose feelings fast. He was scared of losing you especially if you guys kept arguing. Dean knew he wasn’t anything exciting and had flaws. Besides, he figured you would get tired of him and this life again over time. I mean you lost them a little bit ago because it was always one thing after the other. Like the angel & demon tablets and Dick Roman. Alongside the trials and angels falling from the sky to the mark of Cain and oh wait, your favorite one - dean becoming a demon.  Whatever it was you name it. You guys just didn’t have any time together so it started making you lose feelings. But something brought your feelings back and you guys together. MAYBE you were made for each other. 🤷 He thought you were losing feelings again today.      

  °°°°Flashback from this morning°°°°

The hunt involves you, Sam, and Dean having to interview the victims next door neighbor. She had a 2-year-old and a 6-year old that was telling you guys what they heard. After the kids explain what they heard you and Dean went to talk to the parents while Sam stayed with the kids. “ Those are some lovely kids you got there,” Dean said. “Thank you. Kids are God’s gifts to the world” she smiles big and Dean looks over at you and smiles a little bit and Huff’s out a little fake laugh and looks back at the women. The husband just puts his arms around his wife. Then she asked, “are you guys together?” “Yes, we are,” Dean says. “Do you guys have any kids?” She asked. You look down while Dean says “no, not our kind of thing.” “Oh, why not? You guys would make beautiful babies. it’s amazing bringing a human being into this world” You couldn’t even talk. You really wanted a kid but you knew in this life that couldn’t happen. Last time you and Dean talked about it, of course, you guys just argued. “Yea well with this job it’s kind of a hard it’s a family business,” Dean said nicely. “Yeah I understand that but there’s always a way.” The father said. “Yea maybe” you finally spoke up and put on a forced smile even know all you wanted to do was cry now. You knew that yours and Dean’s baby would look so beautiful, but you’ll never get to know. You, Dean, and Sam were walking outside there house so the mom could show dean where the “secret entrance” was on the murderer’s house. You just stayed back and sat at the table that was outside the neighbor’s house. The dad came up and sat next to you. “How long have you been doing the family business?” The father asks. “The guys have been doing it for 30 years and I have only been doing it for about four years”. “You ever get tired of the job I’m sure they do?” He asked. Dean comes over; doesn’t say anything and listens but you didn’t hear or see him. “Eh, sometimes” you Joke and laugh a little; so does he. “Maybe you guys should leave the family business and have kids otherwise if you don’t then who’s going to take over the family business when you guys are gone?” “Yeah that’s true but we have the world to save. there’s no time to take a break.” You sigh out. “Well the world will always need saving sweetheart and you seem unhappy with this job so maybe you should just leave and get the things you really want.” “Hopefully one day I will”. “Then maybe YOU should just leave the job. go have a kid while you’re still young.If you want a kid whatever is stopping you don’t let it stop you.” “Yeah you’re right,” you say smiling. He was really persuading you but you could never leave Dean. Dean clears his throat and you looked to the right and noticed Dean was standing there. Oh god, you hoped he didn’t hear anything because you knew he was going to take it wrong. But you could tell by his face he probably did. You said your goodbyes and walked off the patio when you already saw that Sam was in the car. You and Dean were walking to the car and he said with no emotion “are really thinking about doing what he said?” You open the car door and shrugged & said “idk” as you got in baby.                                           End of flashback             

 ‎It’s night now and you guys were getting into bed. You guys didn’t talk the rest of the day. You rolled over with your back to Dean and whispered a “good night”. which you NEVER do without a kiss or something but you knew he was mad. Then Deans doubts came into play that you were going to start losing feelings, and you were going to leave him to have kids with someone else.

I know that you’re afraidI’m gonna walk away

Each time the feeling fades

You knew Dean thought you were considering doing what the dad told you.

So you rolled on your back and spoke up “I wasn’t thinking about what the dad said” “Sure sounded like you were” You know I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)But you can’t blame me for tryin’ “Dean I was just telling him what he wanted to hear I mean of course I’m upset but-” you turn and look at him “but I’m not leaving you or this life your the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

You know I’d be lyin’ sayin’

You were the one (ooh-ooh)

“Your the best thing that has ever happened to me too, I’m just… upset we can’t have kids either but you know what?” (He sits up a little & stares at you). “Screw it, let’s have a kid” “Are you serious ?” You say smiling big tears in your eyes.

That could finally fix me

Lookin’ at my history

I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)

“More serious than I’ll ever be. I mean it’s an okay timing I mean we have Jody and her girls, Cas and the bunker so why not” you have the biggest smile on your face    "yea why not" and with that, he kisses you passionately. He pulls away and says “let’s make a baby”.

Oh, you know, you know, you know (ooh-ooh)I’m bad at love (ooh-ooh)Oh, oh

Or were you?

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