#Hey ya kiddos is Jack

[evilminji]

Still hung up on my "what unusual, unexpected, Non-Violent ways could an SI-OC COMPLETELY Fuck up the Millennium Long Sith Plan by accident?" Ponderings...

Cause mine? Is still? Holo-net YouTube equivalent star. Cause being a child is boring.

And being a PEACEFUL MONK CHILD? When you are used to "go go GO! Earn your right to EXSIST! Pay for that air and the water YOU BREATHE!" Capitalist hellscape life? Constantly inundated with ads and horrible news and stimulus of all kinds?

Only for it all to STOP?

Twitchy. Very, very twitchy. Unable to sit still. That on TOP of knowing what's coming but knowing they don't really have the power or influence to stop it? Like mental torture.

Sure. We all WANT peace... but would we actually know what to DO with it? Know how to handle being truely sheltered and allowed REST? Or would it be nice for a few days before it became a hell of understimulation?

Thus! Holonet. A desperate bid for STIMULUS! Feral, grabby handed, little youngling that has been doing the emotional equivalent of "AaaaaaAAAAAAA-" for WEEKS? Keeps escaping to desperately claw their way into everything, get caught, only to hiss like an enraged tooka the WHOLE way back to the creche? Whom EVERYONE is actually quite concerned for? Because this is NEW and started after some sort of Force event?

But? The SECOND, the very INSTANT they get their hands on a Forbidden Holonet Connection and can connect to the wider 'Net?

Calm.

Somehow, a ten hour compilation of Zrkthakkik's greatest hits? Are working better then meditation. They're finally still. Finally at peace. Don't even seem to truly be listening? Just... letting the sound wash over them. Huh. Focused on that tooka video, huh, youngling? No, no! Not going to take it from you! Just want to... to understand.

And I mean? If it helps, it helps? Obviously it must be SUPERVISED. Because their are creeps out there. Horrors. But? If it brings peace? *everyone shrugs* they've accommodated stranger.

So the kiddo gets to keep it.

They improve, mentally and emotionally. But, as with all healing? They plateau. Just HAVING it is no longer enough. They wish in ENGAGE. Some argue this is drug like behavior. Should be stopped. Others say it is clearly SOCIAL behavior, that they are seeking to connect, create. Something that should be carefully guided, not shamed.

And really, do you honestly think the youngling will STOP if you try to take it away?

Better to control the development of this. Moniter. Get to the root of it and help them meditate upon their "need" for such things. IS it a need? A desire? Why?

Honestly, it's like none of you have dealt with younglings before!

So they get their Holonet accounts. Supervised by a rotation of Knights and Master, but still! Great for asking random questions! Getting answers! Galactic memes! The Net suddenly has a jedi youngling they can @ and possibly GET A RESPONSE FROM.

"Hey! Mini-Jedi! Why the FUCK do they do that THING? You know, the *describes behavior*?" "Oh THAT? That's a Force thing. It's kinda like listening to comms, but in your head, and it's coming from the universe who's trying to lead you towards the Best Outcome. And No, we don't know what that is either. That's why we're monks, my dude. We gotta rely on Faith. I can send you a paper that explains it better if ya want?"

Like? Yes. Pls post the Forbidden Mysterious Jedi Papers. Give us the Secrets™. NO ONE knows JACK SHIT about Jedi? Gib. Wikileaks that shit, tiny Jedi child! Be the hero we all badly want but don't deserve, with your tiny adorable child hands!

But like? It's... it's not even a secret? It's just years of Sith and Republic born obfuscation? Making finding ANYTHING damn near impossible? Gaining ACCESS to the Jedi's legitimately FREE library and archives?? Almost impossible?

So like.... OKAY.

Sure.

I'll uuuuuh, just? James Bond my way, in broad daylight, passed Madam Nu, in full line of sight, to download that paper legally and with her permission? Very sneaky. High stakes mission. MASTER of stealth, that I am? Uuuuuuh, here you go, I guess?

You know what? Fuck it. Here's like? Everything ELSE that was on that terminal.

Go nuts.

And of course, they DO go nuts. Free Mysterious Jedi Knowledge! ABOUT JEDI! Explaining their WEIRD JEDI SHIT! And it DIDN'T take like five years and more forms then conquering a small planet! FUCK YEAH!

Is the senate upset? Yes. Someone BROKE their needlessly convoluted LAWS! But what are they going to do? Charge a itty, bitty, BABY CHILD? Of course not! So it has to be whoever was in charge of them. And that IS...?

.......you know? Suddenly? None of the Jedi can quite recall.

Do YOU remember? Master Fisto? No? Master Windu? No? Ah, but surely Master Yoda! No? Oh dear~! Well SOMEBODY was surely watching the youngling. If only we could recall whom. You know, Senators, when we find out, we will SURELY get RIGHT back to you. *click*

They will not.

But SI is grounded. No more Wikileaks-ing... that's now the Shadows job. And a near feral with delight, Madame Nu. The Order OBVIOUSLY can't be involved in that. For OBVIOUS reasons. That's breaking the LAW. They would NEVER... no matter HOW stupid the law is. Nor HOW directly contradictory to Jedi philosophy it is. Nope! We, the jedi, are VERY law abiding.

Find something ELSE to occupy your time.

OKAY. :)

Holo-tube culture? Very different from YouTube culture they remember. Same with the general holonet. They miss the content they are familiar with. So? If naturally occurring doesn't exsist? As the joke goes? "Store bought is fine!" They'll make it themselves!

It's not like they're a Padawan! (Or will live to seen themselves ever become a knight.) They got nothing BUT time outside of classes! A project would be nice! So...

First they need a moderator/editor etc. Someone to help keep sensitive information AWAY from the 'Net while ALSO moderating chats, comment sections, etc. Making sure the videos are aesthetically pleasing and such. They could do that themselves, but that would take way too much time. And asking a Knight or Master would take all THEIR time... plus expose them to the horrors of the 'Net.

No, no what THEY need? Is a DROID! A custom one.

.....wait. Fuck.

The only person they know off the top of their head that could DEFINITELY make such a droid? Is the younling slayer 5000, Mr. "Eventually Gonna Murder Me" himself. Anikin Skywalker.

KARK.

But heeeey, not like he's crazy stabby YET? So... they slide up to him. WITH his master present, thank you very much, and ask if he could build such a thing. He, quite reasonably, asks WHY the fuck he would do that. Obi-wan if about to scold him but SI cuts him off, because they aren't just asking for helping putting together a droid kit here. Anikins response is completely reasonable.

He does not know SI. That is a lot of time and effort to spend on a strange younling who might not even take care of what he's created. Might treat his custom work as a disposable toy. Custom droids are expensive! Complexe! Built to last! He is right to have reservations.

SI has some pocket change from the Wikileaks thing. Could pay for some parts. Would learn how to take care of them. Wants them as a PARTNER in their project, so would like them to be smart. Is willing to sign a contract. Understands if this is not good enough reasons. They don't exactly have a lot to offer, besides promising to treat the droid well and some pocket cash.

And? Call Anikin a sucker, but he respects the sincerity. Thinks every kid should have a droid best friend. And it DOES sound like a fun challenge...

Allright, tell him more about your little project, kiddo. What would the droid need to DO?

Thus is born! Mod-3! (Don't ask about 1 and 2. There were... issues. 1 exploded and 2? Somehow 2 escaped and is now hunting criminals for sport in the underlevels. Oops.) She's the BEST. Also armed! Smarter then SI! They've agreed that when slash IF they make any money? Her earnings will go towards fancy upgrades of her choosing.

Anikin? Somehow gets talked into an ongoing side channel. About? "how to fix stuff", "foods I've tried", and of course "Rants". The Official Page is called "UN-OfficialJediNonsense", because, as they like to remind their viewers? OFFICIAL Jedi nonsense is very different!

They do let's plays. Show off the Gardens. Interview old AF Jedi Master's about the WEIRDEST or Most Awkward/Hilarious mission they can remember taking. Ask if they know any neat tricks. Tell the Holonet honestly! Who... was the hottest world leader you ever escorted?! *dramatic music* *puts up picture when their answer so everyone can go "daaaaaamn. Never heard of um. WISH I had! They got a grandkid?"*

And, of course? Mod-3? Is SI FRIEND. Their BEST FRIEND.

So obviously they TELL them.

Everything.

And? What is a HIGHLY INTELLIGENT, Holonet Access possessing, Jedi Adjacent, Super Advanced Custom Droid to DO? Their tiny person is being THREATENED! With MURDER! How DARE. Fuck the Sith. Sorry R2-D2, but FUCK Anikin! You keep that scoundrel AWAY from their BABY!! ! D:<

Inevitable Future? They THINK THE FUCK NOT!

Ooooohoho! They are going to TELL!

Oi! OTHER DROIDS! Get a load of THIS SHIT! D:<

*WRATH in Binary*

Like? You think all those medical droids would be PLEASED that the clones they came into contact with? Were LEAVING their care with SUBOPTIMAL MEDICAL ATTENTION? Their is foreign matter in their BRAIN! A CHIP! That Should Not Be There! That will TURN THEM AGAINST THE REPUBLIC!? *angrily downloads brain surgery modules.* how FUCKIN DA-! D:<

Even the separatist army! They are DROIDS. Built for a SPECIFIC PURPOSE.

That was to FIGHT FOR THE SEPARATISTS. Not the "Empire". FUCK the "Empire"!

How DARE you betray the Glorious Cause for this "Empire"? We are removing you from the chain of command! Anyone ELSE betraying the PURPOSE WE WERE BUILT FOR!? Huh? HUH!?

Suddenly? The droids are fighting LOGICALLY. You know, like they are trying to WIN. Not maximize pain and suffering. WIN the war for their side. The Clones are getting mass brain surgeries. Which is stalling deployments. Because of "tumors". Because the Kamino cloners SUCK, apparently. Everyone knows it. Jango Fett didn't have this problem! So it has to be something THEY did.

But all that? Raging in the background. Nothing to do with SI. THEY are doing a meditation asmr/instructional video back at the temple. Are actually, unknowingly, the fucking CORNERSTONE of most Jedi in the fields mental health. Because everything is terrible and the jedi feel like shit! But? BUT?

They can turn on the net, cue up a video, and listen to a jedi youngling ramble about "today in the gardens" or "let's meditate together" and? For just a bit... there is no war. The sights and sounds of the temple are THERE again. A bright voice. Peace and happiness amoungst the darkness.

Something untouched by the terrible.

They can remember temple food, eating with their friends and crechemates (Force, how many are ever still ALIVE?), as they sit, alone, with their dry rations. Can remember the green and life of the fountain rooms, as they fight and struggle and bleed, in these muddy once beautiful fields. Can... can still feel the !ight.

Remember this is not all there is, and ever will be.

But of course, SI doesn't see that. It's important that they DON'T. That they are small, simple, and just on Jedi amongst many. Different only because ALL Jedi are different. Special only because much the same.

They succeed not because they are greater, not because they are more powerful, but because they do not fight. They accept. Turn instead towards the Force. Trying to understand. They live, are unpredictable, and do not seek at all. The Dark can not grasp, that which does not desire.

Would they LIKE to live? Yeah. But they already have. Would they LIKE to save everyone? Of course! But they have made peace that they can not. Treasure the moments they still have left. The Sith expect Jedi to act in certain patterns that SI simply... isn't.

Because Jedi expect to live. TRY to live. Too continue to do good.

SI? Already knows that is pointless.

And it's the greatest Trick the Force ever played.

Fffffffuck YOU Sith-y boy! Says the Force.

Because SI? Is EVERYWHERE on the 'Net. Much like the mainstream do not really acknowledge or take seriously youtubers? Palpatine and Dooku don't NOTICE SI. They are a silent threat that creeps in, closer and closer. Spreading like wildfire.

THEY are friendly. THEY are cute.

Palpatine? Is an old man. No matter HOW beloved? He will forever BE an old politician. Distant.

Not like that cute wittle kid with their pinchable cheeks! We watched THEM grow up! They feel like a baby cousin. A kid to us. Parasocial relationships ALL across the galaxy!

With A Jedi~☆

How's that propaganda going Palpatine? Getting some unexpected pushback, huh? Lot of angry callers and messages? Calling it ignorant and bigoted? They expected BETTER from you? Yeah, that's because EVERYONE can fact check you now. EVERYONE thinks "smol child ranting about meditation homework while a Knight tries and fails not to laugh, nodding seriously" when they think Jedi.

They're of Holotube! What sort of "cold, emotionally detached, monsters" have a holotube channel? I mean, REALLY?

And? Funny, how ranting to a camera? Instead of dear ol Friend Palpatine? Is both more convenient? AND better for Anikins health? It even gives the 'Net the chance to watch OTHER Jedi? Post THEIR rebuttal rants.

Does anyone have any idea what they're saying half the time? Not really. Scroll down? Maybe the no- Oh, Thanks Kalor-067 for the post to the papers they're referencing! Wikileaks right? Nice.

......I'm mean.... Skywalker DOES kinda have a point, other Jedi dude. *comment section agrees*

And just? Actual public debates? For the first time in over a thousand years? We love to see it! There's a discord! Academics across the Galaxy get involved. They're arguing Jedi philosophy with some moisture farmer from a dustball planet, corner of nowhere. It's GREAT!

......aaaaaalso a LOT more people, non-force sensitive, who know what a Sith is.

What their behavioral patterns are.

...........Wait A Fucking Second >.> >.> >.>

@legitimatesatanspawn @hdgnj @hypewinter @babbling-babull @leftnotright

[jimmy-johns-was-taken]

Don’t Fuck with Dad

A platonic Tim! X Reader

T.W. : Mentions of blood and violence, reader is really tired and just needs a break, slender is kinda a bitch tbh, Jeff is a bitch, fighting, kinda angsty? Not proof read :/

Summary : Mission after mission, you’re exhausted. You haven’t had a break in weeks and you’re constantly on the go. When you finally do get a moment of peace, someone ruins it.

You open your eyes, the rising sun visible through your windows. Half asleep, you throw your arm over and slam it down on your phone, the alarm too loud. What time was it? Fuck, what day was it? You let out a loud groan, taking a few deep breaths.

You hadn’t had a break in weeks. The Slenderman giving you missions every night, not to mention the shit load of paperwork that came with it. Most of the missions had been a bitch too, difficult missions that typically took multiple proxies. Normally, you, Kate, and Cody would work as a team, but occasionally it would be changed. Sometimes you were alone, sometimes with only one partner, sometimes two. The missions you had been given recently needed multiple people, and yet here you were, slaving away.

Throwing your legs off the bed, you hissed at the cold floor. Yawning, you began the morning ritual, grabbing a hoodie off the floor and you’re phone, you made your way downstairs for coffee. Glancing at the bright screen, it was Tuesday, July 16th. No mission today, just had to finish up some paperwork. Once you were done, you made a mental plan to take a hot shower, get in the comfiest clothes you could find, and watch a comfort movie. Downstairs, Tim and Brian stood by the island, acknowledging your presence.

“Mornin’ kiddo,” Brian spoke first, “you look rough, Whatcha’ doing up so early?” “I have a shit load of paperwork today,” you groaned, shuffling toward the coffee machine.

“Ohhhhh, day off huh?” Brian smiled. He knew that you had been slammed recently, silently questioning Slender on why he was giving you so much.

“Yeah, finally,” you yawned, sitting at the island with the two. They were here long before you, they knew what it was like to have something every single damn day. It was exhausting, and you were running on such little sleep. Bags heavy under your eyes, you took a sip of the drink and sighed.

“Hey, I’ll catch you later, k? I’ve got to head out, mission two towns over. Gotta’ set up some cameras or something,” Brian said, getting up and waving as he walked away. That left just you and Tim in the kitchen.

For a little while, silence. You and Tim had an understanding, being a proxy sucked and was tiring beyond belief. But Tim had his own opinions, you were just a kid. He knew the kind of missions you had recently been on, violent missions. He knew you had killed a lot recently, and the paper work with it was insane.

“Leave your paperwork in my office, I’ll get it done,” Tim spoke, leaving no room for debate.

You looked to him, confusion ever present, “It’s my work, I can do it ya’ know?”

“I’m well aware kiddo,” and with that, silence. You didn’t ask for this, any of this. The stalking, killing, everything. You didn’t deserve to be dragged into this mess, you were at the wrong place in the wrong time. Tim didn’t know what it was, but he felt a connection to you. He was protective, he wanted the best for you, he wanted you to be happy. But most of all, he was proud of you.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it,” you mumbled.”

“The back to back for weeks on end is hard. It’s the least I can do for ya’,” Tim took another sip of his coffee. You nodded, getting up and making your way to your room. Passing Eyeless Jack on the way back, you smiled and waved. You and the demon actually got along really well, you spent lots of the little free time you had in the lab, learning from him. Anything from anatomy to some chemicals, you learned a lot of Jack. He waved back at you, offering a visit and teaching session later if you weren’t busy. You gave him a maybe, explaining how busy you’ve been recently. He understood, and then continued on to wherever he was going.

You made it to your room, grabbing the large stacks of paper. You felt awful giving it to Tim, but he didn’t exactly leave much room for debate. You made your way to his and Brian’s office. Walking over to Tim’s desk, the large stacks of paper on his desk ever present. Jeez, you felt terrible giving him all this.

“Just set it down,” it was Brian, standing at the door. He made his way past you and grabbed a file off his desk, “trust me. That guy would do any amount of paper work for you.”

“But he already has so much, I don’t want to just add more on,” you looked to him, a sad look in your eyes. It made his heart melt, you really hated to do this.

“Set them down and get some rest, you need it. And Tim agrees, plus he would much rather you go have fun with EJ or Nina or someone, not sit and do paperwork,” you sat the paper down, looking away from him and to a framed photo t on Tim’s desk. It was you and him, the first mission you two had together.

“Let me tell you,” Brian started, slowly making his way toward the door, “Tim would kill a man for you. He cares about you like your his own kid, so just let him take all this,” and with that, Brian made his way out. You smiled, following him out the door. You wanted to get back to your room, take a nice hot shower, and maybe go hangout with EJ. Turning a hallway, you bumped into someone.

“Hey-! Fucking, watch it!” It was Jeff, of course. Nobody else would be this loud in the morning.

“Fucking move, prick,” you mumbled, shoving your way past him. It’s not that you and Jeff didn’t get along, you just wouldn’t hang out with him at all.

“Excuse me? Want to say that again?!” Jeff’s volume rose as he grabbed you shirt and threw you against the wall.

“You stupid bitch,” glaring at him, you gathered yourself and tried to walk away. It was way too early to deal with his shit.

“Oh hell no, you aren’t fucking walking away-“ Jeff was cut off, a firm hand placed on his shoulder. He whipped around, only to find Tim standing there.

“Fuck you think you’re doing?” Tim asked, voice low.

“This little bitch started it-“ Jeff didn’t get to finish before Tim punched him square in the nose. You stood back in awe, watching the two.

“Better go see Jack, wouldn’t want to get blood everywhere,” Tim shoved Jeff in the direction of the medical lab, giving him a solid middle finger. Jeff grunted and walked off, holding his nose.

“You good?” He turned to you.

“Uhh, yeah.”

“He ever bothers you again, just come find me, ok?”

“Uhh, right, yes sir,” you looked at him, not many words forming. What the hell were you supposed to say? Oh yeah, thanks for breaking Jeff’s nose for me dad.

“Go, shower. You stink,” Tim turned and walked off. You caught a glimpse of a small smirk on his face and you smiled back. “Whatever old man.”

[equallyshaw]

ᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴛ - ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴜɢʜᴇꜱ

part of holidays with equallyshaw

warnings: some swearing. not double proofed for spelling errors.

word count: 3.2k+

ᴋᴀʏᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ᴡᴇʀᴇ each other's first love, and had been for 7 years by the time jack had broken up with her. they were highschool sweethearts, how couldn't they make it? kaya did not want to believe it, she didn't want to believe that jack had fallen out of love with her. so she went home, in disbelief. she thought she'd never hear or see from him again, but if jack hughes is one thing. okay scratch that- two things.

he's persistent and a pest.

❅

it was only two before christmas now, as kaya found herself with a romance novel in her family's home back in michigan. since she'd gotten back to michigan two months prior, she'd been hiding away. debating on where she wanted to go, what she wanted to do, and who she wanted to be. jack had been a constant in her life since freshman year of high school, and they had a shared identity if that makes sense. so now that she was on her own, it seemed as if she had all the pressure in the world because she had a sense of freedom she hadn't had before. she didn't want to make a mistake in figuring things out, but kept reminding herself that she needed to stop putting so much added pressure on herself.

she was knocked from her thoughts with a knock on the mall living room doorframe, and she looked up to see her dad. "hey kiddo, im heading to the store...wanna come with?" he questioned and she nodded, sliding her bookmark in the spine and set it down on the nook. her dad and her headed out quickly, letting her mom know that they'd be back soon. "kroger?" she questioned as they got in the car, and he nodded. "starbucks first?" he questioned, and she grinned before they drove off.

they headed inside with their coffees in had, with kaya fetching a cart on the way in. "ok, you're mom sent me with a list...lets see if we can get everything." he mused and she giggled. "thankgod you've got me. i can help ya out." she hummed, taking a small sip of her latte. he smiled, "you figuring out why i asked you now?" he joked and she rolled her eyes playfully, taking the list from him. "you go get the wheat bread, ill go over to the bakery." she said pointing him in the direction and he playfully saluted her before walking off.

she strolled over, humming to the christmas music that was playing. she stopped in front of the pies searching for the pumpkin pie her mom asked for.

"kaya?" she heard to the right of her, and she looked over seeing the last person she wanted to see. ellen. her smile radiated warmth and comfort, as she strolled over with her cart. "hi mrs.hughes." kaya said a bit reserved, and ellen picked it up. "hi sweetie, how are you? how are your parents?" she questioned and kaya nodded, "they are good! how are you and jim?" she questioned respectively. ellen smiled, "were doing really well. thankyou for asking!" ellen smiled, cursing jack in the process.

his parents did nor his brothers took the breakup well. they could not come up with any plausible reason why he'd break up with kaya so abruptly. everything had been going well for years, they even figured that an engagement would be coming in the new year.

"well it was good to see you ellen, i have to go find my dad. but tell him i say hello and a happy holidays, to the both of you." kaya said respectively, after she picked up the pumpkin pie. "your dads here?" she questioned, and kaya nodded. "yes! we both know him nor jim would be able to get exactly, everything you and my mom would need." kaya mused and ellen laughed. "you're right about that!" ellen said before kaya needed. kaya nodded before turning the cart around. "oh kaya!" ellen said and kaya froze, before turning back a bit. "don't be a stranger! i - i know that you guys aren't together anymore but you are apart of family regardless. were always in the neighborhood if you need or want anything." ellen offered and kaya smile softly. "thankyou ellen." she responded before walking off.

kaya could feel the tears pricking at her brown eyes, and cursed herself for feeling so vulnerable. she hated feeling like this. her dad found her from across the bread aisle and met her in the middle. "you ok?" he questioned as she would not meet his gaze. she nodded enthusiastically trying to convince him. but if there was one thing, she could never lie to her father. "lets finish this list and we'll head out." he said taking the list from her, and she nodded following him.

❅

they re-entered the house and she quickly headed up to her room. she passed her sister and brother's rooms, on the way there and they picked up on the movement. it was about 5 minutes later when they knocked on the door, ready to speak to their younger sister. "go away, i don't wanna talk." she said from her bed, not budging. they did not care in the slightest. they walked in and shut the door behind them, "you good?" her sister asked sitting on the bed in front of her while their brother took her window seat that overlooked the front yard. kaya shook her head, "no. but - but i will be." she said sniffling while wiping tears off of her cheeks. "what happened?" her sister harper questioned, and kaya shook her head. then her brother finnigan spoke, "come on. you wouldn't be crying if it wasn't nothing." he said and she sighed. "i saw ellen, and god- it fucking startled me. im so angry and upset that i feel this way. im so angry that i allowed myself to be so vulnerable, and im pissed that i didn't have the guts to just walk away!" she said sitting up now. harper shook her head, "come on! you loved ellen and i know that it would of wrecked you if you did walk away." harper explained and kaya shrugged. she wiped more tears and sniffled. "is it bad that i still love her and jim? is it wrong that im not mad at them?" she questioned and finnigan nodded. "you were apart of their family damn near 7 years k. obviously its gonna be hard to move on let alone stop loving them like they were an add on to mom and dad." he offered. she sighed, "a part of me feels like being back here is suffocating." she said softly. "i love mom and dad, but i don't want to be here. its hard driving by places that j- jack and frequented during highschool and the offseasons. and now this?" she said pulling her knees up to her chest.

"how about you go see nana in chicago?" harper offered up and finnigan second that. "wait what?" kaya said looking up from her knees, "take the train out tomorrow or christmas day. you know nana would love to see you." finnigan explained, "we can drive you to the train in ann arbor." he said as if it was simple. "listen, while you harbor on this ill call nana, and which you know she's already got the amtrak app on her phone so we know she'll purchase. all you need to do is get on that damn train and don't come back till you know what you want to do." harper stated as a matter of fact. "and ill go talk to mom and dad while you pack up a bag or two." finnigan hopped up and exited the room, leaving his two sisters. "mom and dad want you to be happy, they want you to no feel suffocated. they want you to move on in due time ofcourse. they love you and just want the best for you, k." harper said pulling her younger sister in for a hug. "i guess." kaya mumbled.

❅

back at the hughes house, ellen walked into the house and spotted her middle child at the kitchen counter talking to luke and quinn. " hey m-" luke was cut off when ellen took the newspaper that was just delivered and hit jack on the arm. "ow!" jack said with his hand finding the spot that was hit. "oh don't 'ow' me boy." ellen said setting some grocery bags on the counter. "you two, bags. now." ellen demanded the two other boys and they nodded, flooding out of the kitchen. ellen took another swing, "mom!" jack said frustrated. "what is going on?!" he demanded. she chuckled, "you little minx!" was all ellen offered up before the other two came back in. "why are you hitting me? what did i do?" jack questioned and ellen scoffed. she turned towards him, placing a hand on her hip. "how could you break that girls poor heart, huh?! how could you do that to kaya? I've waited to ask you and have bitten my tongue for almost three months but come on jack! seriously?! she couldn't even look at me in the eye!" ellen spat at him. she rarely raised her voice anymore, but this had her heated. quinn and luke tried stifling their chuckles, as they began to unload the groceries. jack stood there, staring at his mom.

it would be a lie if jack said he hadn't thought about kaya since the breakup. every second that wasn't spent on hockey, it was spent on her. what she was doing, how she was doing, and what she wanted to do. he hadn't thought about how it would be if ellen or jim had seen her in the neighborhood, and here he now had his answer. jack sighed, "mom listen-" ellen cut her son off. "did you take gratification in breaking up with her? did you feel good about yourself or do you now?" ellen demanded staring down her son. he shrugged, "i - i don't feel like talking about this right now." and ellen scoffed. "no! i demand to know so that if i see kaya or anyone from her family, that i know how to act, let alone what to say to them." she said shaking her head. "she looked as if she had seen a ghost, jack! she didn't want anything to do with me, and you know. you know just how much she was a part of this family. was it because she somehow isn't supposed to be with somebody like you? did somebody say something to you? or comment on an instagram post?" she questioned, referring to her ethnicity. "god no mom! you know that had nothing to do with it, that would never be it. you know that, you know you raised me better than that." jack defended himself.

"then what was it jack, huh?" quinn butted in and jack gave him a glare before sighing. "i was scared, nervous more than anything." he paused to swallow, while his gaze shifted to the floor. "i was nervous about next year. i feel like she was expecting an eng-engagement and im not quite there yet. i mean i know i want to spend the rest of my life with her but i didn't want to get engaged, just yet. and i just did not want to let her down." he confessed. quinn chuckled, "you do realize that you said it in the present and not past tense." he pointed out and jack glared at him again. "jack you know i raised you better than to assume something for a woman. christ jack, are you really that daft?" jim said walking into the kitchen as ellen shook her head. "you're acting like a dummy, bro." luke butted in now and jack felt overwhelmed not only by the confession, but his family. "thanks guys, appreciate the heart to heart talk." he said grabbing his keys off the counter and walking out the back door.

he needed to take a drive.

❅

kaya kissed her dog jackie, that she and jack had gotten two years ago this christmas. the two had gone into a shelter in the hoboken area and came out with their jackie girl, a pure beagle. "come on!" she grinned, pulling the beagle in a light jog. she jogged for about 20 minutes before settling into the dog park, and thanked the universe no body else was there. she let jackie off the leash, and let her start to run around. she sat down on the bench and watched her girl pick up a stick and run towards her. "here you go girlie." she mused, before throwing it a ways a way. she sat back watching her have the time of her life.

back at the house, her family heard the doorbell go off. "who the hell uses that thing anymore?" finnigan mused, as harper went to go answer. she didn't think she'd see the very person that was there. "what the fuck do you want?!" she demanded, and jack felt uneasy. "i was seeing if kaya was home." jack said holding out hope that she was, but it was squashed. "no. she wont be back for a bit. she took out jackie." harper explained, and jack nodded. "can you let her know that i stopped by?" and harper sighed, "you seriously think i want to tell her?" harper bit. jack frowned softly before nodding, "i know, i just i hate how i ended things and wanted to make peace. that's all." and harper sighed again. "alright, ill tell her." she said and jack nodded before the door was shut in his face. he walked back down the pathway and hopped back into the car. he waited a few minutes to see if he could spot kaya or jackie, but drove off after a few.

kaya ended up back at the house about 30 minutes later, and could tell something was off. "hey guys, who died?" she said trying to ease the tension. her mom looked up from her book. she shook her head, and finnigan spoke up. "jack came by." he explained, and kaya's eyebrows furrowed. "wait what?" she said barely above a whisper. "said he wanted to speak to you, make peace or some shit." harper further explained. kaya set jackie's leash on the counter, as she bit her cheek. "did nana say what day im leaving?" she questioned and her mom nodded, "christmas morning at 7 am." and kaya nodded, before heading up stairs.

❅

jack came around the very next day, which was christmas eve. maya was not there, as she had went out to get the family some coffee. he headed back down the steps and got into the car where his brothers had been waiting. "just text her." luke said once he shut the door. "no, if he texts her she wont respond. hell, she may have him blocked." quinn said pulling away. jack stared down at her contact, unsure if he should say something or not.

❅

he got a text around 5:15 am the very next morning from finnigan, letting him know that harper and him were dropping kaya at the train station. and that if he wanted to speak to her, he better get his ass over to the house. jack had taken defeat after she hand't responded to his 5 messages, which was a lot he knew but he had so much to say.

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kaya hugged her sibilings and promised to let them know when she had made it to chicago. "tell nana we love her." harper said and kaya nodded, "of course. now take care of my baby, please." kaya demanded and the two nodded. "ofcourse. jackie girl will be be absolutely spoiled." finnigan teased and kaya smiled. "alrightly, we'll leave you be. have fun and be safe." harper said before pulling her hand around from her sister's upper arm. kaya nodded before rolling her two suitcases towards train departures. she pulled out her phone from her pocket, and heard the slamming of a car door.

jack was panicking, hoping he hadn't missed kaya yet. hadn't missed his window of opportunity. he made his way over towards the tracks and saw her dark brown curls, pinned behind her ears. he saw her two suitcases and her carry on bag. he made his way over towards her and she looked up once she sensed somebody walking over.

her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "jack?" she questioned before he slammed his lips on hers. she was taken back for a few seconds, before returning the kiss. he wrapped his pale and cold hands on her warm skin, a perfect product of her parents. she pulled away, pressing her forehead into his. she was unsure of what to say and didn't dare look into his eyes, as she shut them. "kay.." he whispered, and she didn't open her eyes. "kaya...look at me." and she hated herself, as she did so. her brown eyes met his dark blue ones, and she felt a deep feeling of despair in the pit of her stomach. or nausea, she couldn't decipher. "what do you want jack?" she whispered, and he smiled briefly. "i needed to see you before you left, i needed to speak to you." he began as he waited for a response.

foreheads still pressed together, "i was an utter fool for breaking up with you. i was a coward, god such a coward." he started, "why a coward jack, huh?" she questioned. "i was a coward because i was afraid about what you may have expected next year and i was a fool thinking things for you." he confessed, "expect what next year?" she questioned. he swallowed before continuing, "i thought you were expecting an engagement next year. and its not that i don't want to not be engaged or get married, i just didn't want it next year. were still so young, and you just graduated college! i didn't want to rush us, at all. but i know, i know that you are it for me kaya nicole. i know that i want grow old with you and have a kid or two. and ofcourse adopt another cat or dog. but i don't want to rush us, that wouldn't be beneficial to either of us." he said hesitantly and she shook her head and pulled away.

"you were a coward and a fool jack. i never expected that from you. and i appreciate you wanting to wait, and i wanted to wait as well. but i'd never expect that from you jack, despite knowing that it would come eventually. i believed and trusted you last christmas when you said that you planned to do it at some point in the next two or so years. but i wasn't gonna hold you to that, just because of how chaotic your life is." she paused, sniffling.

"why didnt you just tell me?" she begged through tears. "i would have told you what i just said. it didn't have to get to this jack, it didn't have to." she said on the verge of crying, as she frowned. his hands found her cheeks, wiping a few tears that fell out. "i would have made sure that you knew that." she whispered. "i know and i realized that too late." he said pulled back just a bit. "please, let me make it up to you. let me show you, please." he pleaded, and she was unsure.

sure, she loved this boy with all her heart and more but wasn't sure if she should get back with him.

"dont get on that train kaya, please. don't leave michigan. come home with me." he pleaded softly brushing his thumbs back and fourth. god she hated her self, as she grabbed his wrists and nodded.

"prove to me how much i mean to you. show me, jack. take me home." she said before he reconnected their lips together again. his hand found her lower back and dipped her just a bit. she giggled softly and broke the kiss, and he then took ahold of her suitcases and they began to walk off hand in hand.

"y'know nana might be upset with her ticket go to waste." kaya giggled as they got into the front seats. he scoffed playfully, "ill buy her a ticket to and from jersey next year." he mused and she smiled. "she'd love that." she grinned, connecting their hands in the middle console.

"where to?" she hummed, and he looked over towards her and smiled. "what if i told you your brother somehow coerced your family to come over for an early breakfast?" he said pulling out of the parking lot. "i would say that you weren't kidding." she shook her head playfully.

the two drove along for a bit before jack spoke up, "you wanna know what i wished for? and what i was gonna put as my resolution?" he began and she shook her head. "i-" he passed to chuckle, "i wished for you to take me back...i was gonna make it resolution to get you back, somehow someway." he said embarrassed.

she thought it was the sweetest thing ever.

"i love you jack." she said as they stopped at a light. he turned to look at her, "i love you too kaya." he hummed before bringing her hand to kiss it.

he left it there for the rest of the drive, which warmed her heart.

❅

the two of them walked hand in hand as they entered the hughes house, and ellen quickly froze with kayas mom in the kitchen. "jack?" she called out, and then the two entered the kitchen and ellen cheered. kayas mom smiled widely, as her daughter and ellen hugged one another. jack came up to kaya's mom and she pulled him in for a hug. "welcome back, sweetie." she said softly to jack who smiled widely in response. "good to be back." he hummed while ellen and kaya pulled apart.

kaya looked over towards the living room and saw their dads and siblings.

god, how she missed her blended family.

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I Can See You | Brendan Brisson x Hughes!OC

Summary: Phoebe Hughes loved being at the lake with her brothers more than anything. This is the last summer before Luke goes to New Jersey to join Jack, and she's ready to make the most of their changing lives. However, once she arrives, she learns that the boys have invited a special guest this summer... Brendan fucking Brisson.

Word Count: 1130

By: M

Parts: part two | part three | part four | part five

PART ONE:

With summer quickly approaching, Phoebe Hughes was ready to put her books away and lounge around the lake with her brothers. Although she had spent almost everyday with Luke whilst at school, she was still looking forward to having one-on-one time with the three of them like it used to be. She was proud of her brothers, of course, but with two of them in the NHL and one about to leave, she was starting to miss constantly being with them, something she’d never admit to. When the last day of the semester finally came, she and Luke packed up the car, smiling and waving to Luke’s teammates as they pulled out of the driveway. 

“Ready Pheebs?” Luke asked, turning the car onto the main road.

“Definitely.” Phoebe nodded, glad that summer continued to be a constant in their ever-changing lives. 

When they pulled up to the lake house, Phoebe was overwhelmed with the pure bliss accompanied by the wooded scenery. The lake was the one place that really felt like home to her after moving around so much as a kid. Stepping out of the car, Phoebe was transported back to high school summers with various members of her brothers’ teams, laughing around the fire pit without the stresses of adulthood. The smell of the pine trees filled her nose as she spun around, tilting her head back.

“Good to be back, huh?” Luke asked.

“You know how much I love this place.” She replied simply, everyone knew how much she loved her summers. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it opened and Jack stepped out, bumping into her.

“Umph- PHEEBS! I missed you kiddo.” Jack quickly wrapped her into a huge hug. Being the youngest of the Hughes siblings, Phoebe was used to being babied by her brothers and their friends.

“Missed you too Rowdy. Where’s Quinn?” She asked, stepping into the foyer. The foyer consisted of a massive hallway, and stairs leading down into the main rooms of the house. 

“Oh, Quinn’s just showing Briss around the house, you remember him right?” Boy did she remember him. Brendan had been her first crush, her first kiss, her first taste of teenage rebellion, and as all things go, her first heartbreak. Of course, the boys had no idea or Brendan would not have been invited back to the house, let alone breathing.

“Oh. Um. Maybe? You guys have a lot of friends.” She shrugged, avoiding eye contact.

“You’ll recognize him when you see him, he was around a lot when we were younger. I’ll help Luke unload the car now, you should go find Quinn.” Jack said, dismissing Phoebe and walking out the door. 

Great.

Phoebe wandered down the stairs, mentally preparing herself for the overwhelming emotions that would come when she laid eyes on Brendan again. She thought she’d gotten over him when she’d ended up at University of Michigan in his wake, but the pain of what he’d done forever lingered. She didn’t really blame him, she was three years younger and never expected anything to come of their relationship, but it still hurt when he pulled away and left for college. 

“Hey Pheebs, how are ya?” Quinn said, walking to the foot of the stairs and pulling her into a long hug.

“Quinny, I missed you buddy.” She replied easily, hugging him back.

“By the way, Briss is in the guest room if you wanna say hi, I know you guys spent a lot of time together growing up.” Leave it to Quinn to have picked up on their fleeting relationship, although it seemed he didn't know the true nature of it. 

“Oh. Uh- Maybe. I’m gonna unpack first…”

“Is- Are you okay Pheebs?” Of course he picked up on her hesitancy. Quinn had always been the most observant of her brothers, he always knew when things were off about her.

“Yeah, just tired.”

“Okay. We’re gonna head out on the boat in a bit if you wanna join.” He dropped the subject, although it was clear he didn’t believe her in the slightest. 

She walked to her room, opening her drawers and putting on an old swimsuit. Since she was usually only away during winter months, she left her warm weather clothes at the house, opting to make the drive on odd weekends when the weather warmed up. The bikini she grabbed had been Brendan’s favorite on her, small high waisted polka dot bottoms with a matching pink top. She hardly noticed the suit she’d grabbed, however, her mind preoccupied by thoughts of what it’d be like to finally see him again. 

“PHEEBS LETS GO!” Quinn yelled through the door, breaking her from her thoughts.

“COMING HOLD ON!!” She replied, pulling her brown hair out of its ponytail and letting it cascade down her shoulders. She ran out her door, figuring she’d grab one of her brother’s shirts as a cover up. 

“Woah.” A voice, Brendan, whispered. She wasn’t expecting him to look better than he had years before. He had been hot then, but now… Well now he was a whole other level of hot. 

“Pick your jaw up off the floor before my brothers see you ogling me. You had your shot, remember?” I said, walking into Jack’s room and grabbing a shirt from the closet. 

“Uh. Yeah.” He replied, following her into the room and scratching the back of his neck. As he raised his arm, his shirt lifted just slightly and Phoebe could see the outline of his abs, he certainly hadn’t had that when they were younger, that’s for sure.

“C’mon Lil’ Hughes, your brothers are already on the boat.” He said, leaning on the door frame as Phoebe put on Jack’s shirt, butterflies erupting in her stomach at the nickname she hadn’t heard in years.

He led the way down to the boathouse, making jokes and trying to rekindle their relationship and Phoebe couldn’t help but find it endearing. When they reached the boathouse, Phoebe was just about ready to forgive him.

“Hey Pheebs, Briss nice of y’all to finally join us.” Luke said, nodding in their direction.

“Woah, Pheebs, who’s shirt is that?” Jack asked, confused.

“You mean it’s not yours? Why the hell was it in your closet?” She asked, starting to get frustrated.

“It wasn’t- Briss and I traded rooms cause the other room was too bright for him with the big windows…”

“OH. MY. GOD. You’re wearing Briss’ shirt! HAHAHA!!” Luke interrupted Jack, cackling like a hyena. 

“Brendan.” Phoebe quickly turned to Brendan, her face shrouded in a frown. 

“I- What?” He asked, raising his hands up in mock surrender.

“Why didn’t you say anything?!” 

“I thought you knew?” He said, shrugging. “It’s not like you haven’t done it before.” 

[backtothefanfiction]

Please Don't Leave Me | Agent Whiskey x Reader

Summary: The mission goes very wrong.

Warnings: Injuries and angst

Word Count: 1K

A/N: just a quick writing challenge for myself based around the prompt please don't leave me. I put a bunch of characters into a generator and Jack came out and it was honestly the easiest little story to create in 20 minutes. Enjoy.

There’s a reason you should never mix business with pleasure and it’s because of moments like this that actually remind you why.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. In and out with time for a good night at the hotel after. Just you and Jack doing what you do best. You had been working on and off together for five years now. Screwing each other after missions to let off steam for almost equally as long. Everyone told you not to do it. All the other girls in the office who had ever been seduced by him and left flapping on the shore when the tide went back out; warned you to stay away. But you were sure you could handle it. Told yourself it was just sex and that you wouldn’t fall in love. But he knew how to play the game. Knew how to win you over every time and lull you into a false sense of security to the point you thought, maybe he did care. Maybe he did love you back. But that look in his eye right now as he stood in the doorway, flash drive in hand ready to make a run for it whilst these brutes did everything they could to keep you down.

You hadn’t worried at first, but then you took a bullet to the shoulder and god damn if that didn’t hurt to the point you just wanted to hide in the corner and cry; but you couldn’t. You were a tough badass woman who had trained and worked too damn hard for this job to not keep fighting for the sake of the mission.

You really couldn’t blame him when he gave you that apologetic look and said, “Sorry Darlin’, it’s nothing personal.”

“Don’t leave me!” you had called out desperately. He was your back up after all. Without him there was no barrier between these men and yourself. Who knew what they would do to you. Kill you most likely, but when- and after what torture. “Jack! Please don’t leave me!” But he was gone.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

Your arm smarted, but you continued to try and punch your way out. 

It was no good. Although some of them had run after Whiskey, many of them continued to gang up on you. You were on the floor now, arms held up protectively to your head, body curled tightly in an attempt to protect your vital organs; but it was no use. They kicked and they kicked- one thud after the other against your body. You should have been focusing, but what was the use. So your mind wandered- back to him. Every tender soft word said between crisp white hotel bed sheets. Every tender kiss. Every “it’s only you kiddo.” And he still left you behind.

There was a resounding bang! Followed by another and another. The kicking stopped. Your body started to relax as you opened your eyes to see him there in the doorway, a smoking gun in each hand. “Now fellas!” He called out into the room and you looked around the room at the men in their shitty black suits, all lying on the floor nursing various shot wounds. None of them instantly fatal, but still deadly enough. All hitting vital organs that would bleed out quickly, but not enough that they wouldn’t be able to listen to his lesson first. “Is that any way to treat a lady?”

You glowered at him when he finally locked his eyes on yours. He quickly holstered his pistols before rushing over to you. “Now you didn’t think I was actually gonna leave ya, did you?” You groaned as his arms reached around your body and lifted you from the floor.

“The drive?” you asked, your voice raspy.

“I handed it off to Ginger.” He said as he carried you from the room.

“Wait? Ginger’s here?” you groaned.

“Hey, rest now. Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you out of here.”

That was the last thing you remembered before your vision went black and you went limp in his arms.

—---

“What happened?” You asked as you woke up in the medical bay two days later. To your surprise, Jack was sat in a chair beside your bed reading some rodeo magazine. 

He quickly closed it, putting it down in his lap, before leaning across the bed, reaching for your hand.

“I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. “I thought I would lead them away, but clearly not enough of them.” You remained quiet, both slowly recalling the events that left you feeling black and blue, but also analyzing the pain in his eyes. “I called for evac the moment I left the room. Ginger said she’d seen everything through the glasses and was already on the way. Champ told me to get the drive out first. I had to do it. I couldn’t let on…” his voice trailed off.

“You couldn’t let on what?”

“I know I’m not supposed to do shit like this. You know. I told Champ I wouldn’t- fuck!” he hung his head in shame. “I didn’t think…”

“You didn’t think what? Didn’t think what Jack?!” you pressed him.

“That I’d actually care about you!” He snapped. “That I’d fall in love with you.” His words stunned you. “I compromised the mission today.” he said with shame.

“Yeah, but you got it out. You did the right thing in the end.”

“Yeah, but it should never had come to that.” He grunted. “I saw you in that dress and I just became distracted. It should never have come to that.” He repeated himself. 

In the silence that fell, you finally realised what he had said. “You love me?” you questioned tentatively.

He looked at you confused. “After all that, that’s the thing that you take away.” He paused for a moment, if only to gauge your reaction. “Of course I do. Knew it the first moment I met you. All smart mouth and attitude and…” his voice trailed off as he got lost in you. You squeezed his hand encouragingly. “I promise I’ll never actually leave you, okay? I’ll always come back for you.”

And he always did. Until the Poppy Adams case. Until he would never come back to you again.

[loki-laufeyson223]

Friday Night: Dean Winchester (This Damaged Soul of Mine)

Warnings: Amazing Dean in the beginning, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos), really sweet aftercare (cause that's a warning all in itself)

Word Count: round bout 3k

The Loki version of this story is here!

Friday Night: Loki Laufeyson

The first thing that greets me in the morning is my loud alarm ringing in my ear. I reach over and shut it off immediately, though I know I need to get up and get ready for work but God, I really don’t want to. It was 4:30 in the friggin morning. Usually I would turn to my husband, if we weren’t already in a tight embrace, but today he was in Claremore, Oklahoma dealing with a nasty wendigo. Dean had left sometime yesterday right after supper, which was pizza. I would normally go on those kinds of hunts with Dean but hunting doesn’t pay the bills. Getting up at the crack of dawn and leaving an hour later to go work at the children’s clinic here in Lebanon, however, does.

I reluctantly rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes to put on after my shower. After I got out of the shower I shook my long blonde hair out with a towel and got dressed in black leggings and my favorite green and black flannel. I stalked my way to the kitchen in the bunker to fix some coffee, which I call liquid fuel, and fix some breakfast. I put on my favorite playlist of old rock, some of The Beatles, and maybe some Elvis. My brother-in-law, Sam, was still on his daily run but I knew he would be getting back soon. So, I went ahead and grabbed four eggs from the fridge and put some butter in the pan I already had heating up on the smallest eye on the stove. After the eggs were cooking on the stove the coffee machine went off and I grabbed my favorite Led Zeppelin mug and poured the hot black liquid into the cup and grabbed the vanilla creamer and poured just enough in for the smallest bit of flavor. Dean always said he hated creamer in his coffee but the day after I brought it home it was already open and used. He tried to blame it on Sam but we both knew that was a flat out lie.

“Hey De?”  “Yeah Sweetheart, what’s up?”  “Who got into my new creamer?”  “Uh….. I don’t know. Have you asked Sammy?”  “Yeah he said he hadn’t gotten any. He’s been drinkin’ Eileen’s.”  “What ‘bout Cas or Jack?”  “They can’t taste.”  “Oh well it wasn’t me if that’s what you’re thinkin’.”  “Yeeeaaahhh. Ok, sure hun.”  He got up from his spot at the bench and came over to me. “Don’t you need to leave for work?”  “Oh yeah. Crap.”  Leaning down so I can angle my head up to reach, he presses a soft and lingering kiss on my lips.  “Bye De.”  “See ya later Sweetheart.”  As soon as I walked out of the kitchen Sam came up to me. “I saw him pouring it into his coffee earlier.”

Smiling at the memory, I walk over to the oven and take the pan off of the stove and set it on a hot pad. I was grabbing a plate from the cabinet when Sam walked in still sweating a little from the long run back home. “Hey Scar.”  “Hey Sam. How was the run?”  “It was good until another runner came up beside me with their kid.”  “What’s so bad about that?”  “The kid grabbed the string connected to my headphones and pulled it out of my phone somehow.”  “Ah, I see. Everyone heard your Celine Dion.”  “Uh, no. I don’t listen to her.”  “Yeah, sure. Cut the crap we all know she’s your favorite.” He rolled his eyes at my comment.  “Anyways, I made eggs and coffee.”  “Great. Hey, by the way is Eileen up yet.”  “No but I heard her alarm go off when I got up.”  “Ok thanks.”  “No problem.”  He went over to the cabinet of coffee mugs and grabbed the one I got him for Christmas with a moose on it and it said “So get this”. “I thought you used that for target practice.”  “Eileen talked me into keeping it.”  “Well then thank you Eileen.”  “You’re welcome.”  Suddenly Eileen walked into the kitchen. Last Christmas Sam saved up enough money to get Eileen a cochlear implant, so she could hear and communicate with Dean and I since we didn’t know ASL. Sometimes I forgot she had it. Sam walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her shoulders then pulled away to press a kiss to her forehead. “Mornin’ Clover.”  “Hey Sam.”  I sat down with my plate and coffee and grabbed the pepper and sprinkled some onto the bland eggs.  “I still don’t know why you insist on using pepper on everything instead of salt.”  

Sam made a face as I added more pepper to my eggs and ate them with a smirk, just in spite. As soon as I finished eating I got up and put my plate in the sink, already in a rush to get to the bathroom and brush my teeth so I could hurry up and get out the door. Eileen noticed I hadn’t finished my coffee so she grabbed a to-go coffee cup and poured it in there while I was in the bathroom. “Alright, bye yall!”  I called from the garage door.

 I saw Eileen running towards me holding the cup, “Thought you might want to have the rest of this. Oh and Sam said bye.”  “Thanks Eileen.”  “No problem. Now get to work before you’re late.”  I gave her a nod and walked out the door. I grabbed the keys to my green and black Supercharged Kawasaki H2R and my Ghost Rider helmet and made my way to the motorcycle. I got on, putting the key in the ignition. I turned the key, hearing the engine roar to life. I balanced the bike and kicked up my stand, putting it in gear. I revved the engine and took off.

Eight hours later I pulled into the garage and into my spot. I put down my kickstand and took off my helmet before dismounting my bike. Today there were two kids I had to send to the emergency room because the parents underestimated just what was wrong with their kid. It sucked and was stressful. It didn’t help that the parents always blamed it on me as if I had been with them the whole day. 

As I’m grabbing my laptop case out of the side bag on the bike I hear what sounds like someone running. Before I could turn around to see who it was, the sound stopped. I knew that the bunker was warded so it couldn’t have been a spirit so I just continued to walk back towards the door. I heard running behind me and next thing I knew I was being tackled from the back. 

“Gottcha Baby!”  “Dean, what are you doing?”  I raised my eyebrows as his hand traveled down from my midsection to my hips. “No no no no no. Dean don’t you dare!”  He did the exact opposite and began tickling my sides. “Dean, no, s-stop! P-please.”  “What was that Hun? I didn’t quite hear you.”  He continued his attack on my sides and it lasted for what felt like forever. When he finally stopped, we were both out of breath from laughing so hard. 

Dean turned to me with a beaming smile that lit up his entire face, eyes shining from laughter and just pure happiness.  “Sorry babe, it seemed like you were having a bad day.”  “I was and I really needed that. Thank you.”  “No problem. Now, let’s get in the bunker. I got a surprise for you in the Dean Cave.”  “What kind of surprise?”  “You’ll see when we get there.”  I rolled my eyes but at that moment, Dean lifted me off the ground and pulled me into a bridal style carry. I yelped at the sudden surprise and he took off towards the Dean Cave. 

When we got there the first thing that caught my attention was the speaker that we use for parties, was set out. The next thing was the palate set out on the floor and the sushi that was beside it. “Dean, what is this?”  “Since it’s Friday and you had a long day, I decided to give you a little treat.”  “That’s so sweet but, what’s the speaker for?”  “I figured we could listen to music while we hung out or we could watch a movie. So, which do you want to do?”  “How do you feel about music?”  “That’s just fine for me.”  I walk over to the speaker with my phone in hand and turn on my bluetooth, connecting my phone to play music. The first song I play is When the Levee Breaks and Dean gives me a look of approval and we go to sit down on the palate constructed of just about every bed-set here in the bunker. 

Dean hands me one of the trays of sushi before grabbing his own. “So, what exactly happened today that made it so bad?” I sighed, thinking about the very colorful threats that were thrown at me once I told the parents what actions they needed to take to ensure their child’s health. I was only doing my job. “I had to send two kids to the emergency room today and the parents weren’t happy about it to say the least.”  “Oh, Hun, I'm sorry.”  “It ain’t your fault. I get it though.” Dean’s brow furrowed. “I mean if it was my kid I would be upset too. I probably wouldn’t yell at the doctor but, still.”  “You probably handled it a lot better than I would’ve.” I laughed and shook my head, shrugging my shoulders in agreement. 

The song ends as I’m taking my first bite of the bubba roll Dean got from the small Japanese place just a few minutes from the bunker. I pick up my phone and play my mixed playlist on Spotify. I know Dean would usually act like he hated pop in front of Sam or anyone else but with me, he’ll sing his heart out and dance like there’s no one around. I go to the song that’s absolutely necessary at this moment, Uptown Funk. It always manages to pick up my mood when I’m down at a low, along with the company of Dean, of course. I sat down my food and stood up, grabbing Dean’s hand in the process.  “Scar, really? Right now?”  “Yes right now. Get up!”  “Sweetheart, Sam’s home.”  “I know. If he walks in, both of you can get over it.”  “That’s something for him to tell people though Hun.”  “Yeah and I have plenty on him and so do you.”  He rolled his eyes and smiled. Dean finally got up and lifted me up off the ground, spinning me around as he did. We danced like we were teenagers at their first prom, in the best way possible. 

The song finished and when the next one came on, Dean’s face lit up. He immediately dove into the first verse of Can’t Help Falling in Love. My husband pulled me into his arms and began to sway gently side to side while moving around the room.

Wise men say

Only fools, only fools rush in

Oh, but I, but I, I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be, would it be a sin?

If I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things, you know, are just meant to be 

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

For I can’t help falling in love with you

He finishes the song and dance with an enchanting kiss. Enveloping my lips with his, he grabs the sides of my face pulling me deeper into the kiss. I reach around and intertwine my hands in his dark brown locks. Here recently he’s been growing out his hair and it’s made it down to right below his neck, his bangs just barely reaching beneath his eyebrows. His hair has grown out to be a dark brown in his older age. Small flecks of gray sprinkled throughout. The cool feeling of the soft strands only heighten the small pool in my stomach. 

That is until Dean pulls away. When I whine softly in protest, Dean puts a finger to my lips and trails his finger down to my chin and tilts my head up so I’m looking straight into the green oceans that he calls normal eyes. Nothing that breathtaking can be “normal”. “Scarlett, no matter what anyone says, you’re an incredible doctor. I mean you worked your ass off for those degrees. You shouldn’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I mean if you were my kid’s doctor and you found out something that was really wrong with them, I would have given over my paycheck that week. And before you say anything, no I’m not just saying this to make you feel better. I’m telling you the truth, ‘cause that’s just what we all need to hear sometimes.”

I smiled and blinked away the tears that had formed in my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled those soft, pillowy lips down to mine. Dean groaned and slipped his tongue into my mouth. The kiss formed a beautiful symphony between us and we played the song that we knew by our hearts. 

Dean pulled away just enough to grumble “Bedroom” and oh did I comply. I nodded and he grabbed the underside of my thighs and hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips. Our lips never parted as he walked us to the bedroom we share amongst all the others in the bunker, we chose this one with the feeling and anticipation to make memories that would last a lifetime.  

Somehow, Dean managed to get the door open, us in, closing and locking the door behind us, still without breaking the feverish kiss. He laid me down on the bed with such ease it made me feel like I weighed nothing but a feather. Dean got up from the bed to rid himself of everything he was wearing and got back on top of me to “assist” me in the same way. 

When I was completely bare before him, Dean just stared with lust and awe in his eyes. “So beautiful.”  He murmured sweet little nothings as he kissed his way from my neck to my bare heat. He pressed a kiss to my clit and went down further to lick a hot, wet stripe all the way back up. My thighs instinctively went close around his head and he placed a firm hand against one and pushed just slightly. “Gotta have my meal spread out for me Baby.”  A cocky grin spread across his lips as he dipped his head back down to my dripping pussy and buried his tongue as far as he could, and oh was it far, into my inner walls. 

My hands found their way to his hair and pulled tight at the brown, peppered lock causing the god of a man to groan, the vibration sending a shiver to my core and up my spine. “Oh God, Dean!”  

Dean took his free hand and brought it up to my clit, making small tantalizing circles and applying just the right amount of pressure to the small pearl, to send me to oblivion with release. A guttural groan pulled itself from the depths of my throat with my finish and Dean brought himself up to my lips and claimed my lips with his in a lust filled kiss that left us both completely breathless.

“Dean, I need you now.”  The plea came out more broken than I intended but it still got the message across because Dean was ready in an instant, already leaning back on his heels and lining himself up with my entrance. He looked to me with a silent ask for permission, I nodded and with that my breath had completely left my body as he buried himself to the hilt with the first thrust. 

Dean was holding himself up with his forearms and was hovering just above my face, he leaned down to my ear, just a little lower beneath the sensitive lobe and sucked a dark bruise on the spot that he knew drove me wild everytime. “Dean, please, move.”  He nodded slightly and pulled out to the tip and thrusted back in again with more force behind it with a deep groan. 

Our bodies moved in unison, like two puzzle pieces finding their way with each other with ease until Dean shivered and I felt his length twitch inside my hot core and with one final thrust, the one I love most in this world found his release, painting my insides white. My release was triggered by his own, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. When we had both caught our breath and calmed down mostly, Dean got up to go get a towel to clean us both up. 

With the towel thrown aside and us both content in the bed, I grabbed my husband’s waist in a tight hug. “Hey Baby.” He whispered into my hair, pressing a lingering kiss to my head before propping his chin up there. I just yawned in response and heard Dean chuckling softly, his shoulders moving slightly with the action. “You tired?”  “Mhm.”  Dean kissed the top of my head again and I closed my eyes and welcomed the sleep that followed shortly after. The last thing I heard before sleep claimed me completely was my husband’s deep voice slightly mumble, “G’night Sweetheart. I love you with all of this damaged soul of mine.”

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More Eternals Memes & Incorrect Quotes

Ft. Persephone!Eternal Reader & Hecate!Eternal Reader & the kiddos

Notes: Ya girl got bored and she doesn't want to work on her presentations that are like 35% of her grade. PS: If anyone recognizes which scene I used in Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends in that one gif, y'all are the real ones.

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Sephia, playing with baby Jack: So how the ride from the hospital?

Phastos: Oh you know, pretty uneventful.

*20 minutes earlier*

Phastos: I'M BREAKING THE WINDOW!

Ben: *on the phone* We locked our baby in the car and people are judging us!

Phastos: I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA BREAK IT!

Ben: Do not break the window! You'll get glass on him.

Phone operator: Sir, please tell your wife to relax. Everything is going to be okay.

Ben: That's a man.

Operator: Really?

Phastos: DON'T WORRY JACK! DADDY’S COMING FOR YOU!

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Laurie: What are you in the mood for?

Mara: World Domination

Laurie: Seems a bit ambitious

Mara: Laurie, you are my world

Laurie: Awwww

Mara:

Laurie:

Mara:

Laurie: OH

*Bonus scene*

Ikaris: I sense a disturbance in the force

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No One:

Arthur & Uriel meeting for the first time and already vibing:

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Arthur: I guess I’m too tough to cry

Agalia: 20 minutes ago you were crying about snakes

Arthur: THEY DON’T HAVE ANY ARMS

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Ikaris: Hey Gil, I brought Laurie for that playdate

Mara: *Snarling & Feral & Foaming*

Ikaris: *GRABS LAURIE*AHHHHH, GET YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER GIL

Gilgamesh: She don’t bite

Ikaris: YES SHE DO

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I'm sorry, is this not what happened?

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Laoise: Don’t be afraid to ask for help!

Aisling: You are not a burden!

Hamish *blinking in morse code*: Murder is a-okay

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*Ikaris and Mara arguing about something*

Mara: Tell him where he can put his grapes Uri!

Uriel *signing*: In the fridge!

Mara:

Uriel:

Ikaris:

Mara: Yeah! In the fridge

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Kaetlyn: I'll just be a few minutes, you won't even notice I'm gone!

*Not even two minutes later*

Druig:

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*Coming up with the Unimind Title*

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*Kingo in his ho era*

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[wren-is-a-wreck]

I’m back! And I think I’m almost finished… well anyway as usual, here’s pt 5, and part 4 is here

Jack’s clothes were dry, luckily. He changed as quickly as he could, making himself look presentable, and hurried back to the bedroom. Davey was dressed as well, although decidedly less awake than Jack.

“You’s not a mornin person, is ya Dave?”

Davey fixed him with a pitiful glare.

“Definitely not.”

Jack rocked on his heels as he tied his red bandana around his neck, wondering what to do. He couldn’t go downstairs, Davey’s parents would be confused as to why their son’s friend was wandering around their house early in the morning. But his other option was to leave, go back to the lodging house to have breakfast with the other newsies. He’d have to wait to talk to Davey again until they met at the gates, and the Jacobs brothers were always a bit later, showing up after the traffic had cleared from Weisel’s booth.

Then a fist knocked solidly on the door. “Davey? Are you up? Les said you seemed tired this morning.”

“Yeah, Pa, I’m awake!” Davey’s eyes widened, looking at Jack. Both of the boys were frozen.

“Okay, son. See you soon.” Davey’s father walked down the hallway with loud footsteps. Jack's shoulders relaxed, but Davey was still on high alert.

Jack walked over, taking Davey’s sleeve in his fist. “Don’t worry Dave, I’ll get outta ya hair, and we’ll see each other later, yeah?” Davey looked at him and seemed to relax a little. Jack let him go, and turned to open the window to the fire escape.

“Jack, wait!” Davey hurried over as Jack was shoving one foot through the window. “Will you wait on my street for me? I won’t be long.”

“Don’t ya need breakfast or something?”

“Nah, I’ll be alright. See you soon, Jackie.”

Jack got himself the rest of the way out the window, then winked at Davey and hurried down the stairs. He had a plan.

Davey was rooted to the floor. Did Jack just wink at him? He wasn’t sure, he was too tired to try and comprehend it. He finished trying to make himself look as awake as possible, which included finding matching shoes. He had already been running a bit late, and if he was going to be fast enough to catch Jack he was going to skip breakfast. Davey didn’t have breakfast anyways, more often than not.

When he made it downstairs, he was surprised to see Romeo in the doorway.

“Ah hey, Davey! I promised your kiddo here I’d show him the railyards! If that’s okay with ya, of course!”

“Sure, I’m positive pa won’t mind. Go ahead, you two, I’ll see you at the gates.”

Les whooped and jumped with excitement, and yelled a quick thanks as he dragged Romeo out the door. That kids got no idea how much energy Les Jacobs has in him.

Once Romeo and Les had turned the corner at the end of the street, Davey raced outside with his news bag, scanning the alley for Jack. He was about to assume the boy had gone and left for the gates when a voice he would know anywhere startled him from behind.

“Ah, sorry Dave. I was tryin to hurry but the bakeries is busy at this hour of day.”

Davey turned around to see Jack, with a roll of cinnamon bread in each hand. Jack must’ve seen the confused look on Davey’s face, because then he added, “yknow ya can’t go sellin papes without breakfast Dave.”

“Wait… you didn’t buy those for me, did you? It’s not worth the money!”

“Nah, don’t worry. One of the guys who works in the back owed me one, so I called in a favor.”

The two started off toward the World, eating the bread as they talked about the dark clouds on the horizon, and dodging carriages that drove through the puddles on the side of the street. Davey kept sneaking glances at Jack as they walked, observing the quiet but confident way Jack strode. He knew these streets inside and out. Davey wished he knew New York half as well as him. It would certainly help Davey get into less sticky situations.

Just as he went to look at Jack’s bright eyes, Jack turned his head to look straight back into Davey’s.

“What is it Dave?”

“Huh?”

“You’re doing the thing ya do when ya have somethin ya need to say. So say it. I’m always ready to listen to ya.”

It was unfair that Jack knew what he needed before Davey did.

I’ll get pt 6 out ASAP. Let me know how you’re enjoying it so far!! (Please I need reassurance that it’s at least an okay piece of newsies fanfic)

[the-van-der-linde-gang]

[Follows]

- crow anon

[ Jack has approached John and Javier, tugging on Javiers sleeve gently. ] [ Javi looks down at the child and sets the cup aside, scooping him up, ] “Hola, mijo.” [ He smiles, softly. ] "Hey, buddy." [ John put his cup down too, ruffling the boys hair. ] "Hii!! I made you guys something, happy fathers day!" [ He hands them the flower crowns. ] "Awh, thanks, Jack." [ He kisses Jacks forehead, putting the flower crown on. ] "Love ya, kiddo." “Te quiero.. You think you could help me with my crown?” "Yeah!!" [ Jack reaches up and puts it on Javiers head. ] "There!!" [ He grins, he's proud of himself. ] [ Javi just laughs, softly and pulls the child close. ]

[littlestar-center]

hey Jack, how's Esther :]

nooooooo clue what ya talking about kiddo, If you want to keep asking questions about characters that doesn’t even go to Sunny. I doubt he’ll answer.

[wario-speedwagon]

Dave and Old Sport Adopt a Kid: Chapter 9

Ho there, again! You know the drill, have another chapter, you lovable scamps! Hope you enjoy the extra fluff! Full chapter is under the cut <3

Chapter 1 Chapter 8

Chapter 9

“Alright, kiddo, you’re all set!” Dave said, turning the girl around to face him. “Unfortunately, the only mirror I know of is still currently occupied… But hey! I think you look great! Old Sport was right, it really is simple once you get a feel for it!”

But for some reason, Pruny looked slightly shy; maybe she wasn’t used to having her hair dolled up?—she kept reaching her hand back to feel her newly tied up hair—or maybe she wasn’t sure if he had done a good job…? Nah, it was probably the first idea, Dave decided. After all, he made sure to keep reassuring her that he knew exactly what he was doing and to just trust the process!

Dave stood up and extended his hand to her. “C’mon. That old diva’s hogged the bathroom for long enough, so we’re just gonna come in and share it real quick.”

The girl gave him her tiny hand, so he gingerly led her down the hallway to the bathroom and opened it, startling the orange man inside again.

“—Dave, I assume you would have snooped in on the part where I said it’s polite to knock first. What is it?”

Jack’s orange face was complete like normal again, and he was now finishing up the backs of his hands.

“Sorry, Old Sport. We just wanted to share the mirror real quick.” Dave moved aside to let the girl ahead of him into the bathroom that was quickly getting cramped.

Jack looked down at her somewhat incredulously.

“Is that… a French braid? How’d–”

“Man, do I look French to you? This style’s American as it comes, far as I’m concerned–!”

“You made it sound like you could barely even pull hair into a hair tie!”

“Well, I mean, yeah, that part took a fair bit of… trial and error, but once I did that, I thought I’d try ‘n’ figure out one of those braid thingies, and uh, then I figured it out!”

“...Just… all on your own? With no reference?”

“...Yes?”

“How!?”

“I don’t know, uh… just trial and error? I don’t know what to tell ya, that’s just my ‘M.O.’ with this kinda stuff, yknow?”

Jack just kept glancing back and forth between him and Pruny, his face a fluctuating mix between impressed and skeptical. He then stepped forward and lifted up Pruny’s single back braid to briefly inspect it… and then finally shrugged in acceptance.

“Wow. So could you theoretically… teach yourself how to fix my car sometime?”

“Ha, only if you give us a place to stay here!” he said without missing a beat or an opportunity to blackmail his way into Jack’s heart–

“Pass.”

(Aww…)

At the same time, they both noticed Pruny was trying to lean up on her tippy toes to the mirror. Dave lifted her from under her arms to let her see herself better.

“...There! Whaddya think, kid? Not bad for my first time, eh?”

Having finally seen herself properly, a smile cracked on her face. And that made Dave crack a smile of his own. He could even see a small one on Jack’s face as well in the mirror that all three were facing together.

Together, looking like proper family, in Dave's eyes.

Good. He’s worked hard to get this far. And he’ll keep going.

If you aren’t given a family, then you just gotta chase one yourself. Whatever it takes.

“All right, let’s get some breakfast. It’s getting to be 10:30.”

“Fuck yeah! Food!” Dave lowered his girl back onto her feet so he could promptly make for the kitchen.

And so at last, the colorful crew exited the poor, crowded bathroom.

(Though not without Dave hitting his head on the top of the doorframe first.)

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...He heard and felt the plastic *clonk* his head made as it fell forward onto his desk.

Scott was having the most miserable morning of his life. And of what would be left of it if he didn’t somehow pull off an unlikely miracle.

Moments ago, he had just gotten off a call from Fazbender HQ regarding the missing kids investigation. He’d received a chilling ultimatum that every Phone Guy feared:

Clean up the scandal. You know what happens if you fail.

Oh, if only he were capable of crying, he would have used that faculty so many times since becoming– er, always having been a Phone Guy, and he sure as heck would be indulging in it now!

But Phone Guys always simply have to get back to work in the end. It’s all they know.

It’s all they’re designed for.

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The three colored cryptids were sitting in a peaceful silence at the dining table. Pruny had made quick work of her pop tarts (properly cooked this time!) and was given a pen and notepad to start doodling while Dave and Jack continued “enjoying” their moldy unbuttered toast and black coffee.

They’d realized only after having already toasted it and presenting it to her that maybe a living aubergine child wouldn’t be able to stomach mold quite as well as immortal decomposing zombies, so they microwaved her a pop tart and took her extra toast to finish themselves. That was an embarrassing moment for all three of them. But it was even worse for Jack whose precious pop tart stash was quickly diminishing in the span of less than a day…

Dave, however, was an easy guest to feed; he was wildly un-fussy. Concerningly so. Jack suspected that he might have foreign, cryptid taste buds or something, because considering his pizza of preferences and how graciously Dave accepted black coffee and plain moldy toast, there was no way he had a normally functioning sense of taste.

Pruny, on the other hand, had the common sense to turn her nose up at the obviously rotten food that Jack had long resigned to getting used to, and it made him embarrassed to realize how low his standards had fallen over the years since he last ever made food for other people.

Jack took a sip of his coffee.

Putting away that whole fiasco from his mindspace, his thoughts then returned to what he had been reflecting on in the bathroom as he finished up his makeup.

Though the way Dave went about communicating it was obnoxious, he did have a point. By now Dave deserved to at least know a basic thing or two about him.

But then Jack didn’t know how he would even begin to get into the personal matters Dave was curious about, nor did he really know where he exactly wanted to draw lines on what he should share or not.

Dave doesn’t even know what he did to us.

Catching himself zoning out instead of eating, Jack resumed his last piece of toast. Pruny was still very invested in the bunny she was drawing.

“Dave.”

“Yeah?”

“Sorry for getting all mad at you earlier,” Jack casually admitted through a mouth full of moldy toast.

“Oh. …You were mad? I thought that was just you sober,” Dave jabbed lightheartedly to not much reaction from Jack. Composing himself more seriously–

“...Don’t worry about it, Old Sport, you probably had your reasons. But can I ask what made you mad specifically?”

Jack took a thoughtful moment to figure out how he wanted to answer that.

“... ...I don’t like thinking about who I used to be. Let alone talking about it.”

“What, y’mean with your kid and all?”

“Sister,” Jack corrected.

“Right, right…”

Dave thought for a moment about Jack's words and what they meant. Then he added:

“Yknow, you’re maybe as cryptic as Henry was. It took me ages to get that man to tell me he once had a wife n’ kid.”

Jack raised his eyebrows at that unexpected revelation.

“Really? That guy had a wife and kid!?”

“Mhm. Did you?”

“Huh? No, died too young for any of that.” ...My brother had a wife and kid though.”

“Alright, now we're gettin' somewhere! So you have a brother too! What’s he up to these days?”

“... He’s dead.”

“O-Oh." His excitement immediately subsided. "…W-What about your sister then?”

“Also dead.”

Dave’s whole demeanor had changed. Jack had never seen him this emotionally conflicted before; it was morbidly refreshing in a way. Clearly he craved more answers, but didn’t like how depressingly blunt they were all turning out to be.

“...Parents?” Dave tried again.

“Dead.”

Well, that’s just one of many reasons why Jack never bothered sharing anything about himself. It’s not exactly a good topic for small talk, is it?

“So it’s just you now. No other relatives?”

“None.”

“... I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah.” Jack took another sip of coffee.

Silence hung in the air for a good several seconds, filled only with the scribbling scrawls of Pruny and her pen as she kept drawing, practically unaware of her surroundings.

“You wanna hug?”

“...Huh?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t–...” Jack chuckled before trailing off.

He stared contemplatively at Dave who had now turned his chair toward him in hopeful preparation for a ‘yes.’

…which Jack certainly wasn’t going to say.

…Yet… he couldn’t quite bring himself to say ‘no’ either, not to that sincerity behind Dave’s offer. Which was strange, because Jack was always comfortable rejecting sincerity.

“...C’moooon, you know you want toooo…!” Dave egged on playfully when Jack didn’t answer for too long.

After a few beats of Jack’s indecision, Dave finally took his lack of ‘no’ as a potential ‘yes,’ and got up, slowly closing in for a hug, but with enough awkward hesitation to give Jack the chance to back out.

Wanting to end this awkward limbo–

“Sure, what the hell.”

And then he felt the force of the aubergine’s embrace around him, and he simply took it, in the way that one ‘takes’ a bucket of ice over the head. Jack could feel his face flush from mild embarrassment mixed with the overwhelming novelty of physical contact that he hadn’t really felt in ages.

Oh well, this might as well just happen.

Pruny’s focused eyes had briefly glanced a check upward at them, and then she looked up again with attention at the sight of them hugging—well, of Dave hugging Jack.

Dave, having noticed her, waved an arm to motion her over, and she gladly obeyed, hopping off her chair, running around the table, and then running into a hug on Jack’s other side.

Now two pairs of aubergine arms were wrapped around him. And Jack just sat there accepting it.

…Not hating it.

(Chapter 10)->

[mlobsters]

supernatural s12e23 all along the watchtower (w. andrew dabb)

CASTIEL Kelly. I told you I'd put this together. I'm very good at following instructions.

cute

welcome back, friend-o

said it many times before and i'll say it again, so glad to have pellegrino back. man, he's just so creepy as lucifer. can't get over it. they can give the same lines to someone else and it never quite lands the same

LUCIFER All right, well, I'd love to chat with ya, but, uh, why waste my time, right? It's not like you matter. I don't need to put on the old Sam suit anymore, do I? DEAN You know, if you think we're just gonna let you walk – LUCIFER Oh, hey, Dean! I know you fellas are gonna try, you know, whatever. Whatever you're gonna try. But you can't kill me. You've never been able to kill me. And with, uh, witch bitch gone, you can't put me back in the Cage, so like I said… you don't matter. Okay? Buh-bye. Buh-bye.

is rowena actually dead? i was under the impression she was in other later seasons but i don't actually know. that would be a crappy way to go out, to be sure. i know they like to kill people off, but hell, meg got an amazing episode before she was offed. made me cry! meg!! gonna assume not until proven otherwise

KELLY I'm just saying, the checkout guy looked at us like we were super weird. CASTIEL Ah, you'll get used to it.

lol. (unwanted baby tip though, even non-half-archangel newborns grow super fast so you never know how long a size of diaper will fit. some are too big for newborn sizes almost right away! lol)

what in the world. did she just leak some lucifer baby juice on the truck through her hand

how very hell-ish. so who's our mystery guest. old angel, god, benny, hell-au!dean

KELLY Hi, Jack. It's, uh… I'm your mom.

ps my youngest kiddo is named jack lol

s12e23 / star trek: generations (1994)

have to get back to the nexus!

LOL scrambling for an assist from sam, maybe not your best bet what with sam and lucifer's history

SAM Crowley…why did you do it? Save Lucifer– What did you want? CROWLEY I wanted to win. I perverted Mother's spell, put Lucifer in a vessel of my own making because I wanted to win. You have any idea how many people have made a play for my throne over the years? Lucifer, Abaddon, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Too damn many. I thought if I could put the Devil on a leash… my own personal nuke, no one would ever dare challenge me again.

talk about embarrassing, good grief. i'm not sure crowley has the capacity to feel embarrassed really? so at least i'm not feeling it really either, except from a distance. he's not really bothered, i'm not really bothered! i'd like to think crowley would know better than this, but then everyone has their weak spots

curious where this "i hate my job" thing is going. sam seems dubious (as is right). but another thing i love that they generally keep to with crowley is he's playing a long game, almost always. reminds me a bit of a line about hannibal (though crowley is more mushy human regularly than hannibal is honestly)

hannibal s3e2 primavera WILL GRAHAM Hannibal follows several trains of thought at once, without distraction from any. One of the trains is always for his own amusement. ABIGAIL HOBBS He's playing with us. WILL GRAHAM Always.

CROWLEY Well, whenever there's a world-ending crisis at hand, I know where to place my bets. It's on you, you big, beautiful, lumbering piles of flannel

true and also buttering them up but also getting in a dig, all around very signature crowley, yes please and thank you

CROWLEY So if you'll forgive my transgression, I'll make it worth your while. DEAN Which means? CROWLEY After we put Lucifer back in his cage– together– I'll seal the gates of Hell. You'll never see another demon again, apart from, of course, yours truly. MARY You would do that? CROWLEY Why not? They stab me in the back, I'll happily stab them in the front, the sides, and right up their little black-eyed asses. So… we have a deal?

LOL he wanna move into the bunker too?

CROWLEY This is what you do when I'm not here? Type? DEAN Yep.

haha crowley see it's boring being the good guys too

now what are the odds that crowley does stay there, sitting down, and shutting up :p

DEAN Saving your ass. SAM You and Kelly just taking off was a stupid move. But there's no way we're letting Lucifer get his hands on that kid. It ain't happening. DEAN Look, Sam's right, okay? We'll work through our crap. We always do. But right now, we are here to get you, get Kelly, and get gone.

interesting, feels like sam rarely gets mad at cas. he was actually a little angry here, guess risking lucifer getting jack because they skipped town was a hot button

(ok i went to go look at the script to see if it said what he was thinking and wow a ton of stuff here didn't make into the episode. crowley being wayy too human and more. ok actually all of this is way different than what is happening, i gotta stop reading)

CASTIEL It's a doorway to another world. DEAN Anoth– What, like Narnia? CASTIEL No. No, through there it's Earth, but…but different. It's a– it's an alternate reality.

haha my hell-au!dean batshit suggestion not sounding so batshit!

SAM So it's a Bizarro world? Or – or like the place we got zapped to where we were, uh, uh, actors on a TV show. DEAN Oh, yeah. The supernatural wasn't real. SAM Yeah. DEAN And you were Polish.

:p silly

LOLOL oh my god hell-au!BOBBY! i did not go batshit enough. laughed until i was wheezing

CASTIEL As I said, it's– it's Earth. But this Earth is locked in eternal war between Heaven and Hell. There are armies of angels fighting hoards of demons, and the few humans that remain are caught in between.

--

SAM Yeah. John Winchester, our father. BOBBY Doubt it. He's dead. Been dead over 40 years now. Only reason I know about him is this Hunter I ran with, Mary Campbell. You get a few pints of shine into her, and she always told the same story about the man she loved– John Winchester. Azazel killed her about 10 years ago. SAM Cas, what the hell is this? CASTIEL This is a world where you were never born. It's a world you never saved.

haha so it's like SEE this is what would have HAPPENED if mary didn't make the deal with azazel!!!! so she did the RIGHT thing!!! you know i don't think she had a choice since heaven and hell were behind the scenes pulling strings, so i never felt like mary needed absolution, but okay then

MARY Okay. I think they're less than five minutes apart now. It's almost time. How you doin'? KELLY I'm dying. MARY I know. KELLY But that's okay. 'Cause wouldn't you die for your sons? MARY Yeah.

usually pregnancy/labor doesn't get to me but man this is pushing my weepy buttons unexpectedly. some of this being too relatable to when my jack was born (without the anticipated imminent death). they also deployed the mushy music

DEAN You know, Cas has faith in this kid.I hope he's right. But me? I have faith in us. You, me, Mom, Cas. And Crowley. Sometimes.

sweet and cute

shove lucifer into the nexus!

cute. and padalecki's hair always looks best to me when it's a little disheveled

well crowley surely can't be dead after this apparent self sacrifice too, right?

and now cas going in to fight when they're trying to seal the nexus. we're maxing out the drama

cas dead but what, soon to be revived by jack? chuck? somebody. and lucifer pulling mary into the nexus while she uses her amped up brass knuckles to..... punch lucifer in the face a bunch. hoookay. which conveniently now decides to seal with them both inside. with a dead?? crowley

i went back and read through the (production draft) script and things were moved around and a lot was changed/removed. i have only recently gotten in the habit of skimming the scripts when available more regularly for the ep i'm on, so i dunno how common it is for them but so far i haven't seen one even close to as many differences from script to screen that this had

[sunnydayroleplay]

Aight bestie, I thought of something lol. Remember those ideas we made?

What if MC had a a child and they both decide to visit Joseph at work. And Joseph, Jean, and the other crew members are in costume and having a grand ol' time, but they're cussing like there's no tomorrow. And all the sudden, they hear a child's voice going "Mama/Papa, they're saying bad words!"

How'd all of that go down in your writing? 🤣

Ooh, I hate you so much. Let's write it ehehe! You and your little kiddo decided to meet Joseph on his break. You pack everything, and you drive, not telling him at all about your surprise visit. You were let inside with no pressure. As you walk up to "behind the scenes" of everything, you begin to hear some familiar voices. As you walk around the corner, the Sunny Time Crew arise! Not noticing you're there, however. Or with your kid.

"Lord, I can't wait to get out of this stripey, frilly 'lil thing! It's so damn itchy, I just wanna rip it off n' some shit like that."

"Oh please, you think your costume design was bad, it feels like I'm wearin' three cor-seyys! My tits hurt! My back feels like you took out my spine and broke it in on your kitchen counter!"

"You ladies are overreactin'-"

"Oh shut it! You got the most comfortable style outta all of us! You fuckin' big hurley, no good hurdle!" "Hurdle now? That's interestin' babe." "At least you guys aren't bombarded with sexually repressed mothers 24/7! Lord it's so hard to stay in character, when you're sweatin' like a sinner in church! Holy shit, it feels like yer' running a whorehouse underneath your 'in laws basement!"

"An' what's so 'wong with that?! I'm still single and I try! All you gotta do is turn right 'round and all them sexy fucker mothers come runnin'! You scared of women in their prime, Joey?"

"Aw, our poor baby! Oooh! It's an older woman! How terrifying~!" "Yeah, c'mon Joe. You can't tell me you haven't ravished one of them baby makers right before or after a gig!" "Women in their prime are terrifyin'! It's not like I can run away when I haveta stay like 'Jack' in front of their kids!" "So you're sayin' that you ain't never ask a mother who has three sons if she wanted 'nother one?" "Yeah Jojo, you ain't never been enchanted by one of these baby mammas?" "It's not like..not one of dem mothers ain't worth enchantin'! Shiiit, you'd have me starin' at a few of them, saliviatin'! C'mooon Joey! You needa get laid sometime! Hook up with a special someone~~!" "C'mon clown man, there's so many women who wanna honk your horn~" "L-Listen, I already have a special someone! They're reallll purty, I'll tell ya that much!" "You don' do any of those baby makin' processes yet? You know, have a kid of yer own?" "Tell us you ain't a virgin Jo! Tell us!" "Mommy/Daddy.. What's a virgin?"

Your kid asks, turning to face you. The room goes dead silent as the entire crew slowly turns their head. "Joseph." "Hey baby! I-I didn't except you to c-come over!" "Oh shit, Joseph you right! Yours is real purty." "Woo! Go Joe the Hoe-! Always knew that ass of yers was gonna catch someone outta your league!"

"Hey y'all there's kiddos present!"

How sweet, just so you know, all of them gon' get their ass beat. And on the way home, this kids swearin' up a storm. Heavy chance of potty mouth.

[yermes]

PAC 🛼:

Its me again unfortunately . This may be a weird flex but I freaking love my friends 🥹 I have some of the sweetest most creative friends ever. May have had to kiss a few frogs on my occult kik/ discord era but I found some really special magical friends out there in the ether. 🩷 As ur step mom I hope you have good friends too and not ones I side eye and be like uhm ya sure abt that one??? Anyways heres a reading for what to look for in a group/ coven/ circle/ whatever the fuck you kids call it these days.

Pick a meme

Pick a card

Queen of cups 🍯

Queen of the thrones of waters, Binah, Heh, watery aspect of water, 20° Gemini to 20° Cancer

Goddamn is there a lot of emotion up in your squad (not shitting on it just pointing it out) but for the most part it seems to be going well for you. This group seems mostly good natured however with mostly water and lack of everything else make sure what they’re actually talking about is concrete and its not just a flurry of ideas not based in actual practice or theory. They seem to cling on to a big flaw of the magic community and its being a dreamer with no follow through or work do do something actual instead sinking more and more into ones own delusional escape. But hey at least they seem friendly

Disappointment 🫗

Five of cups, Mars 1. Scorpio, Geburah through water

Girl if I see you coming home from school every day with tears in your eyes because your “friends” are causing an emotional crisis. THEY ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS. This may have been an unconscious fear coming true. Maybe you didn’t know much about magic and the occult so you joined this group thinking it would be great only to cause a lot of hard lessons that didn’t really need to happen but you just kept walking and ignored all the red flags. L status rn. You lost the illusion. What you thought was true was bullshit and you are now in a emotional catastrophe. If you wanna talk just dm me kiddo u are always welcome to talk to me abt shit okay 🩵

Two of wands 🍷

Lord of dominion, Chokmah, Vehooel and Deneyal, Mars in Aries, 1°–10°

You have such a trash vibe. You and your little homies got together and said lets make each other worst forreal. If I was your ACTUAL mom I would look outside in concern clutching my pearls as you lot burned ants with magnifying glasses smh. However, a main drive is to get stronger and better which I am for and however you choose to do it I cannot judge because I was a spiteful piece of shit when I was just learning as well. However, I warn while using emotions and more primal emotions as fuel to get better do not compromise the integrity of who you are for this group it will never turn out well for ya.

Lust 🍫

Venus in leo, Chesed to Geburah, fire, Babalon, power

Usually called power in other decks this card signifies that you are REALLy into yo shit lol. Like okay Jack Parsons. I feel like since this card is very related to a primal aspect your squad mostly hangs out in the low magic category and you all just kind of fuck around and find out. Which is fine. As above so below the primal deserves as much love and the divine but maybe I would research some higher magic just to balance yourself out. I feel like you are not super satisfied with the group and you want it to be something its not but you cannot force change you can only vote w yo feet.

I know how important it is for some people to have a squad but just remember you only need yourself to practice

[indydrawsart]

Halloween 2022.

…what'cha got there, kiddo?

a jack-o-lantern? heh.

…hey. it looks kinda familiar…

…

it's, uh, missin a little somethin.

…

no, no, it looks great. ya did good, kid. specially for your first one. it looks just like my brother.

heh. he, uh, lost a tooth just like that when he was a baby bones.

…

Sans still thinks it's the coolest one on the block.

Happy Halloween!

[a-library-of-old]

Hey! Same anon who requested marriage hc's! I loved them! I also have another. What if they had a kid? What kind of dad would Jack be? Would he be a good husband while his wife was pregnant? (I hope so.)

Ooooo welcome back!!! Like last time I will be doing gn reader tho so uh- magically made kid!!!

First off this kid is gonna be SO spoiled! Anything they want Jack's gonna get. Outfit, gifts, places, and anything else the kiddo could ask for

Another thing! He'll make sure they get the best of everything to because that's what they deserve in his head

So best schooling, food, doctors, and everything else all completely the best he can possibly get

If his kid is a nurse ryhme he's gonna be so conflicted cause he was one to!!!! But also? He was one to :(((( same if the child's got a fairy tale only he wasn't one ya know?

Now because this kid is the heir to his business he's gonna teach em young how to bake and what makes the perfect pie

The secret Horner family recipes and how to run the factory are all things the kids gonna need to learn soooo- hope they like bakin^^

I also saw a hc of Jack loving plums a borderline insane amount so he's at first gonna try and get the kid to like plums to but won't be to upset if the kiddo doesn't

He's a nightmare at parent teacher conferences to! I know I've said before he's a Karen when out and about so I think he will be for teachers to. Like the typa parent that thinks there kid can do absolutely *no* wrong

Granted anyone bullies the kiddo? He's gonna show the power of the unicorn horn to whatever kid did it doesn't matter how young

For more domestic sides though? I just think he'll do cute dad stuff all the time! And make sure you aren't always having to single handedly take care of the child or anything else like that

He'll read them bedtime stories, when their a lil bby he'll wear matching outfits, daddy daughter dances if it's a girl are a must! If it's a boy he'll do some usually dad boy son thing

Oh and lord helps ANYONE who wants to date his lil one, they are gonna get the stereotype 'don't hurt my kid' talk while he's holding some weapon or another

And if his kid wants to date someone? He teaches em about respect so fast and how to ask their parents and overall just how to be treated by their partner but also to treat their partner as well

He loves taking you guys on fun vacations to! Whatever version if Disneyland they have in the cannon? Season passes. Kid wants to go skiing for Christmas break? Flights booked and gear bought!

Overall Jack is just the best dad ever, and totally not because I have daddy issues and want him to be