#a couple of bitty burgers

[bowlbop]

Heh hehh Burgers

[edvinception]

Phillipa Parnevik, one of the girls that did the Itty Bitty Titty podcast that Edvin was a guest on twice and who's partly based in NY, commented under the NY post: "You will dream about that burger, kom tillbaka snart". Kinda feels like they met up and he's gone now? But I don't think he flew all the to NY first class for a couple of days just to hang out with friends and go to see one play? Curious now, indeed. Maybe he'll give another sign soon.

Oh yeah! Maybe he's not there any more. Or they just had a couple of days together and now he's busy with work and will go home elsewhere before they get to meet up again!

My fingers are still crossed he's going to LA. Or if we were to dream the NYCC.

I also doubt he would fly first class for a few days of visiting friends. But who knows!

[golden--doodler]

Building off my post about Gene's Christmas Break from last night, I think every time Gene gets discouraged about music, it's super interesting and should be explored more in the show. I think the first example is in The Itty Bitty Ditty Committee and is probably the most interesting time this happened. Especially his song about how he didn't need music anymore, even though he clearly still enjoyed it and didn't want to let it go. He still wanted to play but felt like no one would want to hear him anymore ): This shows that when Gene faces negativity, he questions himself, and is willing to try to redefine himself to try to make people like him. It hurts my heart.

Another time he got discouraged about his music was in the movie when he actually discouraged himself by imagining a scenario where an alien robot came and complained about his music. It wasn't as big as in The Itty Bitty Ditty Committee, and I think there should've been more time devoted to this subplot, but it was still interesting how conflicted he felt about his music and how other people think of it. He loves music so much, but he doesn't want to bother people, and that makes me want to run up and hug him.

It was also interesting how this episode claimed Gene only knows a few chords and doesn't enjoy taking formal music lessons. I think this could be because he has to play the same thing over and over again, and the rigid routine one has to adhere to while taking lessons probably made him feel suffocated. He is a free spirit like Linda, after all. But despite only knowing how to play a few chords and lessons not being for him, he still manages to make absolute bangers like Electric Love and Work Hard or Die Trying, Girl. I also assume he was the one who wrote I Want Some Burgers and Fries.

You're telling me, they're claiming Gene only knows a few chords when he wrote something like this?

It makes me wonder how Gene manages to pull this off. Does he just have a really good ear/intuition for music, which allows him to write incredible songs despite only knowing a few chords? If so, that is insanely impressive. Is his passion alone enough for him to write these high-quality songs with his limited knowledge? Does he get some extra help for some parts of these marvelous songs he's written thus far?

Well, despite all of that, Gene's musical abilities are still top-tier in my book. Even if he only knows how to play a few chords, the boy's got some serious talent. What makes me sad is that he doesn't really think he does. In Gift Card or Buy Trying, an episode I've already mentioned a couple times, he says his friend Mitchell is just like him, while also saying Mitchell "can't really play music if we're being honest". So, he genuinely still thinks of himself as untalented in some way! He really needs some more reassurance.

[fmdjoosung]

hiya i’m demi and this is my Baby sung, aka choi joosung, stage name sun, main dancer of candy. her stage name sums up at least three quarters of who she is, but there’s more info under the cut. you can also read more about her on her pinterest, bio, public profile, private profile, and claims. if you’d like to plot, hit this post with a like. if you’d like a random starter, reply with an emoji. and if you’d like an event starter, reply with a word and an exclamation point!

personality

my fave part of sungs profile are the sims 4 traits so i’m copying them here: cheerful, creative, romantic, bookworm, music lover, childish, dance machine, slob, squeamish, family oriented, good, insider, outgoing, proper

to expand more on this, sung is excitable. she takes an inch and gives a mile, which can be nice in some situations, but especially as a child it caused her to push potential friends away by being Too Much. as she’s aged, she’s learned to tone this down, but it’s still a work in progress

the claps and bursts out when laughing type

the sends you personal holiday and birthday cards type

sends you 30 texts in a row type

loves reading, scrapbooking, cats, pop & coffee shop music

adores pink and yellow and will be wearing one and/or the other whenever possible

likes anything Cute, clothes or otherwise

in many ways, a pretty traditionally feminine type of girl. she likes being ~pretty, has been cooking from a young age, likes playing homemaker, is very emotional, like jesus the amount that this gorl can cry... you’d think she’d run out eventually, but Nope

tries to be optimistic when possible. brains aren’t always that nice, and sung deals with those struggles too. but she’s a big advocate for talking about your feelings and feeling your feelings so they can be expelled and go away healthily. she tries to observe that as well, but she’s not as good at talking about her deepest non happy emotions, and tends to curl inward in those times. every other emotion level Will be shared and worn on her sleeve though, even to strangers lmao

very physically affectionate. she’s not Particularly careful about gender divides with this, and it applies to anyone she considers a friend, which honestly doesn’t take much

she comes from a very traditional and devout catholic family, though, and it’s framed a lot of her ways of thinking. especially when she was younger, she had mindsets like the ‘love you, but not your lifestyle’ and needed to break out of that when she was exposed to more queer people through the industry. she also has decently strong opinions on things like over-drinking, smoking, sleeping around, and can be a little judgmental over those things

for the most part, she doesn’t ever intend to start arguments. she wants to get on with everyone. one of few times she’s full on cold to someone is if they’re an ex of a close friend who treated them badly, because she’s very loyal and ‘if you hate them i hate them’ type of friend

also unfortunately het. i’m as disappointed as the rest of u

background

sung was born with a fraternal twin to parents that owned an itty bitty restaurant together. and it’s very bob’s burgers they barely scraped by

but when sung was about ~9, her dad caught some luck, and was always away from home doing business meetings for the shop. then by the time sung was 10, the whole family packed up to start building a chain for their restaurant

sung already struggled making friends before moving, but moving made it a bit worse. she became an idol fan as an escape, and started dancing because of it

when she was 17, her family settled down in seoul as a new permanent location, and sung saw it as her opportunity to be the idol she’d dreamt she could be over the last 6 years of dancing

her luck wouldn’t be the Greatest, though, as she’d fall into a scam for a couple of months

she developed higher standards for checking for scams, started training at a real company, but had to find out through an article online that the company had shut down

her parents wanted her to give up, but up to that point, she’d only auditioned for smaller companies because of the higher success rate. she presented a plan to audition for only the top five companies, and they eventually agreed to that

however, it still took a year of auditioning for bc ent to accept her

and when she was accepted, she didn’t train for long at all before being put on candy shop, then straight to debut

career/image

sung’s public persona isn’t very different from who she is. like with most idols, she has to put on a happy face even when she’s not feeling so hot, but beyond that, who she is, is what the public sees

she’s a sunshine/vitamin archetype

her appeal as an idol according to the public has three main sections. at the top, personality, then second is her looks, and third would be dancing

though she really enjoyed candy shop (as a fan of healthy competitiveness - mostly against herself) it introduced her to the public and made her aware that what she’s most proud of, her dancing, falls behind looks, which she’s always worried people will value her for over who she is. while i think personality wins over looks, i don’t think sung sees it that way, and it’s a sore spot for her

being in candy in general is great for her, tho. she adores the music, the styling, the image, some of the choreo. then again, she’s also gone viral twice with candy (shy shy shy, and a dance the night away fancam) so it’s inevitable she’ll have nice feelings towards it lol

in her future career, she’ll have focuses mostly on modelling and choreography methinks, so if anyone would like a choreographer, hit sung up

plots

sung’s fave group of all is lily so anything around her being starry eyed. maybe it makes for a nice successful fan connection or your muse doesn’t fit sung’s expectations and it breaks sung’s rose tinted glasses

she’s also a fan of idols and the idol world in general tho! she has favorites, but even if she isn’t a big fan of your group, she probably knows your choreography. could be your muse thinks she’s a bigger fan than she is because of clips of her dancing to their songs, or she genuinely is a big fan, or them doing challenge videos together a lot

negative plots are great since they’re not all that common with a sung type! men who’ve done her dirty, people she’s been judgmental to, people who get turned away by her overwhelming and sudden affection, or maybe the practice room monster she turns into rubs someone the wrong way at one point

late 2019 to right now, i have in my head that sung would be dating, but i’ve left what this time looks like as an open plot. so, this could be multiple relationships one after the next, or a three year relationship. if someone wants to take up a current plot, i have this Thot... hear me out. so she’s dating this person for some amount of time and for some reason, they break up real time in-verse and because she felt the most in luv w this person over anyone else she’s dated, it hits hard, and she makes decisions that breach her morals (aka full sleepin w someone when up to this point she’d have been a ‘technical’ virgin to appease her own religious rules) this could all be talked about more in depth in dms since this is getting quite long, but it’s the first storyline i have in mind for sung personally

piggybacking off of that with a smaller one would be if somehow someone is close friends with an ex of sung’s and thinks poorly of sung for moving on so quickly, since i think it’s been like... max two weeks for almost every guy she’s been with before she starts dating another

[britishchick09]

i just saw the bob’s burgers movie alriiiiight! :D

(well ok not just but ya know ;) )

it was a blast to watch! there were so many people in the theater and they were all laughing! it was like we were watching an ep of the show together! :D

spoilery thoughts about it below ;)

the trailer reminded me of the simpsons movie (which i saw in theaters back in ‘07) and while that one had big af stakes, this movie had big stakes. i liked it a lot more!

the lighting and some shots in the movie were so well done and reminded me of sailor moon eternal! :D

there were some young girls who giggled throughout the movie and it was very cute! i was 8 (going on 9 later in the year) when bob’s burgers came out so i wonder if they were too...

the little flashback to bob and linda seeing their empty restaurant was so sweet! :’)

i loved seeing so many characters! :D

i liked how gene explained the itty bitty ditty committee to rudy and darrell! it was nice for people who haven’t seen the show

also there were so many ep callbacks! a couple off the top of my head is tina’s heat rash, which is the itchy crotch from the pilot! and teddy puts ‘bob burger’ on the cart which is what he thinks bob’s name is ;)

oh yeah there was another callback when bob was lying on the floor! it was just like tina in that one season 1 ep! :D

he groans just like her! :)

everyone in the audience laughed at linda kicking bob in the nuts! :D

and the girls giggled a lot at bob’s little grill dance!

bob yelling while mort and teddy are in the restaurant brought me back to the early eps! :)

louise’s hat story is sweet :) (even if it’s a tad different than she remembered wink wink...)

i was hoping the mechanical shark would be in the sinkhole BUT THAT SKELETON THO OMG :o

louise in the hole reminded me of the taffy factory ep and i half expected taff to appear lol ;D

it was neat to see jerico again! :D

oooh i just remembered another reference! linda wishes gene luck on his math test and says ‘four!’ which is like in the ep with gene, alex and courtney playing their basement game when she randomly shouted out numbers and bob was like ‘saying random numbers isn’t math’

mickey sounded a tad off and turns out it was a different actor but it’s cool! at least it wasn’t like in his most recent ep appearance...

some of the cronies’ dances were funny :D

when bosco was at the biker bar i was like ‘come on show us the one eyed snakes!’ AND BOOM there was critter! ;D

bosco’s car was obvious cgi but that was cool cgi! :D

the cuff link looked cute! :)

i liked how ron wears chapstick just like his buddy hugo :)

tina trying to roll under the bed tho! :D

the last character i expected to see was felix’s girlfriend! :o

when the kids were going through the wharf i hoped bob and linda wouldn’t catch them! :o

erik would’ve absolutely loved mr. fischoeder’s organ! :D

the trap doors have erik vibes too! :D

grover wanting to build a mega park reminded me of pv mall turning into pv :/

it also reminded me of felix’s evil plan in the wharf 2 parter ep!

grover’s spider walk in the underground tho! :o

i thought mr. goiter would be among the merry go round horses there but he wasn’t :/ (or maybe he was and i didn’t spot him?)

some parts in the chase scene reminded me of tangled the series and what do you know mercury filmworks helped animate it! :D

some young girls ran up to the standee right after i took the pic from my last post and asked ‘where’s nat?’ unfortunately...

i was a bit bummed that nat wasn’t in it (so were the standee giggle girls i bet) but it’s ok because there were so many characters! i almost thought she’d drive by in her limo to continue the chase scene

grover BURYING THE BELCHERS ALIVE was so scary!!! :o

i loved seeing bob’s mom!!! the hat connection with louise is so sweet :’)

little bob looks like gene! or should i say travel-sized bob ;)

linda losing her spirit and bob being the one to bring hope was sweet too! :)

i don’t remember the joke exactly but linda said it in the car and everyone in the audience laughed! :D

the belchers couldn’t understand teddy through the car window but i could a bit ;)

i love how brave louise was! :D

zeke doing parkour tho! ;D

i thought it was ok that louise’s head wasn’t shown! some things can stay a secret ;)

my parents and i are usually the only ones in the theater when the end credits scene plays but there were a handful of people who stuck around! :D

overall this was an amazing movie and i’m so glad i was able to enjoy it with so many fans of the belchers! :D

[zimbittys]

Imagine queer eye coming into the Haus (idk who they're making over shitty? Dex? Idk someone) but imagine the chaos that follows. Shitty and Bobby almost get in a fight bc Bobby tries to get rid of the couch. Bitty politely and not so subtly taking over Antoni's job. Tan weeping over Jack's Burger King robber fit. Dex gives bobby a tour of the bungalow. Ransom has a tater repeat and has a crush on one of the members. Bitty and JVN figure skating together at Faber. It would he the best chaos ever

oh i love this !!! i've read a couple AUs where jack gets queer eyed except the fab five is made up of SMH guys but i haven't seen one where we see them interact with the actual fab five ! i think that'd be so cute :'))

dex and bobby would Totally Vibe for sure and dex would absolutely tell bobby about everything he's had to fix up around the haus while lowkey shading his friends/teammates lmfao and bobby just nods in understanding the entire time

hahahah the ~tension~ between antoni and bitty is sending me lmaooo i can see bitty being a passive aggressive backseat driver in the kitchen to the point where holtzy and ransom probably have to sit on him so he can't keep talking over antoni

i'm sure tan would absolutely have Words for how everyone dresses, esp shitty ,,,, if he's even wearing Any Clothes ,,, lmao it's the first time QE has to censor someone's junk onscreen and the fab five are lowkey highkey horrified that he just walks around naked but none of the other SMH boys bat an eye and why the hell is this normal in this gd frat house

oh and i'm sure jvn would fawn over shitty's flow fr ... they'd have a good time hanging out tbh !!! and karamo would just be so shocked at the varying levels of emotional intelligence within the team oh my god ,, like someone says something mildly problematic but before he can even address it, shitty's already screaming about why they shouldn't say that

also i'm sure at some point the boys start getting too rowdy (holtzy and ransom start "bro"-ing each other, jack's trying to get shitty to put some goddamn clothes on, please, shits, we have company, and chowder's trying to break up yet another argument between dex and nursey, all while bitty has the tiredest look behind his eyes as he stands with the fab five, watching pure chaos ensue before them) and the fab five can't mcfucking calm them down for the life of them and they're about to give up when lardo walks in and silences the entire haus with One (1) Look and she just looks over to the fab five and says "sup" with a small nod after her dumbass hockey boys finally shut up and the fab five's jaws are just ON THE FLOOR bc HOW THE HELL DID THIS TINY GIRL DO THAT JUST NOW

and oh my god it would be So Cute if the team took the fab five to faber to show them where they practice and they get on the ice w jvn and they let him try to check some of them and in turn jvn and bitty teach the team some simple figure skating turns n shit :'))))) tender :'))) <3

god sorry (not sorry) this turned into a long-ass response i just ADORE the fab five and i ADORE this stupid team <333

[the-sixth-first-clarinet]

Band Ships 2 (Clarinet Edition)

Clarinet x Flute:

Clarinet mellows out around flute, they’re a really chill pair.

Silent jokes, passing notes in class, giggling about a text they sent each other, while trying not to get caught because they sit in the front row.

Flute is probably a bit more mischievous in this case, though Clarinet certainly isn’t doing anything to stop them.

Cuddles, gifts, and fun times.

(Bonus points if the flute is the guy, because male flutists are adorable)

“No, I love you more!”

Clarinet x Piccolo:

The piccolo is absolutely FERAL. You wouldn’t expect it at all, but somehow they stuff all the rage they have into that tiny instrument. Lots of rage, itty bitty living space.

Clarinet is always surprised at Piccolo’s mannerisms, but finds it funny that the ability to play a smaller instrument somehow transforms the flutist from a bunny to a beast.

The musical range of both of their instruments is how down to Earth they are/can be.

Piccolo is extremely nice to Clarinet though, a side some people didn’t think they had.

Most people like both of them though, and they’re a popular couple, if a bit unorthodox.

Clarinet x Clarinet:

Depressed, but depressed together!

Crackhead energy 24/7, one of them is always exhausted with the other’s shenanigans (though who is exhausted with who changes constantly)

“Bruh I went to bed at 1am.” “Dude same.”

Drag each other to social events and end up chilling together the entire time

Clarinet x Trumpet:

Definitely an enemies to lovers situation

Constant warfare over whose instrument class (woodwind/brass) is better than the other

“Look how high I can play!”

Insults. Lots and lots of playful insults.

Have secretly always liked each other but act like the other killed their dog or something

Actually adorable once they get past the whole “acting like they despise each other” thing

Clarinet x Bassoon:

Both such nerds. Such, such nerds.

They probably both play dungeons and dragons

Either that or one of them does and the others is a huge Star Wars nerd

They love to geek about things to each other, and the other loves to listen

The definition of the cool couple, everyone loves them and they’re just so chill

“Did you watch the new mandolorian?”

“Not yet, but my bard did kill a dragon last night so that’s fun.”

Clarinet x Oboe:

Clarinet will never let Oboe live down that one time the school newspaper took a picture of them and labeled it as “A student playing the clarinet”

Oboe will maintain their instrument DOESNT sound like a duck, and that clarinets sound like mice

There are many inside jokes between these two, half of the time they speak in indecipherable code and confuse everyone

Clarinet can be just as weird as Oboe sometimes, they just are better at hiding it

“How do you deal with Oboe, Clarinet? You’re so calm and they’re... not.”

“Well, when they say they want to dip fries in a McFlurry I dip my burger in instead and look them in the eye while taking a bite to assert my authority.”

Clarinet x Bass Clarinet:

Bass clarinet may have skipped classes all year but when they got a crush on Clarinet they suddenly started showing up to school more frequently

Clarinet thinks Bass Clarinet is really cool and admires them from afar (the row in front of them)

Lots of turning backwards to whisper something, which Bassoon can hear too (Bassoon is totally onto them by now)

Clarinet is more shy, more academic, and Bass Clarinet is lazy. Cool, but lazy.

Bassoon better help them get together because goodness knows these two will dance around each other more than Trumpets dance around the proper key

Clarinet x French Horn:

A genuinely sweet couple

French Horn is a bit wild but most of the time is really sweet

Lots of really cute small gestures get passed around between the two

Clarinet will give French Horn chocolate, French Horn will give Clarinet something they drew or a shiny rock they found

“I saw it and thought of you”

Lots of compliments

I mean LOTS of compliments

And neither one can accept one

Clarinet x Saxophone:

OH GOSH THE CHAOS IS COMING

EsPECIALLY if this is a bari sax

Altos and Clarinets are a funny duo, causing chaos but knowing where the lines are

They mess around, get in a bit of trouble, go “oops” and then do it again tomorrow

BARI SAXES ARE A WHIRLWIND THE CLARINET CAN NOT CONTAIN

Nor do they want to, it’s very entertaining actually

“Don’t you care that Bari is over there playing the bass drum with a trombone?”

*eating popcorn* “Not the craziest thing they’ve done this week if I’m honest”

Or

*sigh* “Again?”

Clarinet x Euphonium:

Clarinet asks what a euphonium is every three seconds

Euphonium has started asking what a clarinet is as well but this joke doesn’t really work

Euphonium has now resorted to coming up with increasingly convoluted answers to the question

“What’s a euphonium?”

“An eldritch horror that takes out peoples eyes and puts them in their shoes, forcing them to walk on their own sight devices like grapes.”

“And you play that thing??”

“Like a fiddle.”

For all their talk, actually show a lot of public affection and then joint tease whoever teases them about it

They make quite the team, and many a good roast has been said by them, leaving the band in fear and awe

Clarinet x Baritone:

Clarinet definitely fell for Baritone’s sense of humor

And vice versa

They’re both kind of the class clowns, and some of the Band Directors favorites (because they are totally being shipped by said Band Director)

They’re also both probably in choir, which sounds weird but if you’ve ever heard Baritone sing you’d be astonished if they weren’t in choir (which, if one of them isn’t, it’s Baritone)

Puns, lots of them

So many puns the band room is in an eternal state of facepalming

Pun battles yelled across the band room are definitely the most fun, and then someone else interjects as well and then it’s a full scale pun brawl

Might be found holding hands once or twice, but if called out will immediately act repulsed of each other, like they just noticed themselves they were doing that

Clarinet x Tuba:

Clarinet is definitely the smarter one in this relationship

But only when it comes to academics

Tuba is way better at people and is just generally a likable person while Clarinet is a bit more of an introvert

Clarinet tries their best to help Tuba in school

“Yes, ok I’ll help you with precalc homework but you owe me Starbucks later”

Tuba tries their best to help Clarinet at life

“You’re so mean! Apologize to Tumpet right now!” *laughs teasingly, but is proud when Clarinet does apologize*

Clarinet x Trombone:

Trombone is super awkward, and Clarinet is a total Tsundere.

Trombone is a crackhead around their friends, spends their time trying to get Clarinet to talk to them.

“Why are you hitting me, I didn’t do anything!” (Totally did something)

Clarinet can be super sweet, whenever this happens Trombone is caught off guard.

Clarinet x Percussion:

The CRACKHEADED duo. People usually think Clarinets are sweet at first, but they have a stored up energy that definitely manifests around Percussion.

Competitions, lots of them. From any outsider POV, they look like competitions of who can be the most stupid. I’m sure they have a reason for whatever they’re doing... right?

They are partners in crime, definitely, but Percussion will always be blamed and get in trouble with the Director.

“No, you can’t use the timpani as a trampoline!”

Actually both really sweet around each other, just when no one’s looking

Half the band has shipped them for years, the other half doesn’t know they’re already dating

Let me know if you guys would like to keep seeing these!

[justlookfrightened]

Zimbits 32 “You could have died.”

Bitty tucked his laptop in his messenger bag and tried to tiptoe out of the bedroom without waking Jack. No one should be up at 5:30 in the morning – Bitty included himself in that thought, but last night staying with Jack seemed more important than getting to sleep until 6:30 and still make it to seven o’clock practice – and Jack had a game tonight.

It almost worked, until the edge of Bitty’s bag caught the door and bounced off the doorstop. That was enough for Jack to roll over and crack an eye open.

“Leaving already, bud?” he asked, voice raspy from sleep.

“I have to, sweet pea, or I’ll be late for practice,” Bitty said, going back to the bed to lean down and give Jack a kiss. “Love you. Talk after the game?”

Jack mumbled something affirmative and buried his face in Bitty’s pillow.

At least Bitty could take the car and not have to depend on trains and buses or have to do fifty minutes in a rideshare. Jack first suggested buying him a car last summer when Bitty was living in Providence, but Bitty was adamant that a car, even a used car, was too big of a gift.

“I couldn’t,” Bitty said. “My mama and daddy would have a fit, and besides, I can’t afford the insurance and all. And don’t just say you’d pay for that too.”

So Jack had simply gone out and bought himself a second car, a new Prius, and handed the second set of keys to Bitty.

“It’s my car,” Jack said. “But you have blanket permission to drive it whenever you want. And I made sure my insurance would cover you.”

Bitty had squawked, but Jack pointed out that lots of his teammates had two cars, and he didn’t need to have his SUV just to run errands. Then over the summer Bitty got used to having a car when he needed one. He didn’t keep it at Samwell all the time, but knowing he could make the drive from Providence in less than an hour made it easier to see Jack mid-week. Which was important, since neither of them usually had weekends off.

Bitty connected his phone to the car’s speakers, started a peppy playlist to keep himself awake, and headed north. Traffic wasn’t bad this early, so he should even have time to grab a coffee.

Jack’s phone was making noise. It was still dark. His alarm shouldn’t have been going off yet. Did he forget to change it for a game day?

No, not his alarm. That was his phone actually ringing. He grabbed it and looked at it. Bitty? He shouldn’t have made it back to Samwell yet. Maybe he had car trouble?

“Hello? Bits, you okay?”

“Excuse me, with whom am I speaking?”

“Who is this?” Jack’s confusion was rapidly dissolving into fear.

“This is Sergeant Zach Terry with the Massachusetts State Police, and your number is the emergency contact on this phone, which belongs to –”

“Bitty.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Eric Bittle. What happened? Is he okay?”

“First could you confirm your identity, sir.”

“Jack Zimmermann.”

The police officer continued as though he didn’t recognize Jack’s name.

“Mr. Bittle was in a car crash,” he said. “He’s being taken by ambulance to UMass Memorial Medical Center. The car he was driving – a 2016 Toyota Prius – is registered in Rhode Island in your name –”

“They’re taking him to the hospital?” Jack said. “So he’s alive?”

“I can’t share medical information,” Sgt. Terry said. “The ambulance left here about 20 minutes ago. You can call the hospital, but unless you can demonstrate that you are family –”

“I’m his emergency contact –”

“On his phone,” the sergeant said, not unkindly. “If he’s conscious, he can allow them to share information with you.”

If he’s conscious? Shit, shit, shit, shit.

“In the meantime, sir, once the accident investigation is complete, what do you want to do with your car?” the sergeant said. “It’s going to be totalled, I’m sure of that, but it’s got to go somewhere.”

His car. Who cared? But it hit something. Someone? Or someone hit it?

“I don’t care about the car,” Jack said. “I’ll call my agent, they’ll deal with it. What happened? Was anyone else hurt?”

“The deer that caused the whole mess,” the sergeant said. “And the other driver that swerved to avoid it and hit your car was also injured. He was transported to the local hospital.”

So he wasn’t hurt as badly. Fuck. Jack should be happy someone wasn’t going to a trauma center, unconscious and alone, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

If he wanted information, who would they give it to? Bitty’s parents? He should call them anyway. But Jack looked at himself, sunk onto his bedroom floor with his back against the bed, hands shaking.

He looked at his phone again, searching the contacts.

“Shitty? It’s Bitty.”

Bitty awoke to a pounding headache and the sense that he was somewhere he wasn’t supposed to be. The sheets were scratchy, and the light was too bright and he was flat on his back instead of curled up with Senor Bun.

He tried to turn to his side and found he couldn’t. Also his left shoulder and side were on fire.

“Bits?”

Jack. Jack was here. Was he hurt too?

“What happened?” Bitty asked. “Where are we?”

“UMass hospital,” Jack said, as Bitty slowly turned only his head to the other side. “Worcester. You were in a car accident this morning.”

“Your car –”

“Is not something I’m worried about now,” Jack said. “At all. How’re you feeling?”

“Hurts,” Bitty said.

“Yeah, I imagine,” Jack said. “You were in and out a few times, but they gave you some pain meds, so you probably don’t remember.”

Bitty stared at the ceiling, trying to recall. Nope. Nothing about being in this hospital. Or … a car accident?”

“What happened?” Bitty said. “I have no idea how I got here.”

“You were driving back to Samwell this morning,” Jack said, and Bitty started to nod but stopped because it made his head swim.

“I remember that. Early practice.”

“Yeah, you, um, didn’t make it to practice,” Jack said. “Someone swerved to avoid a deer near Uxbridge and they lost control and hit you in the driver’s side. Got the deer anyway, too.”

“I’m sorry,” Bitty said. “I didn’t –”

“Don’t,” Jack said. “Don’t apologize. You were driving up the highway not doing anything wrong, and some idiot drove into you. Doesn’t everyone know you don’t swerve to avoid a deer because you could cause a worse accident? You might have died.”

“But if I hadn’t driven back this morning …”

“This is not your fault,” Jack said. “It’s not your fault, and it’s not my fault for insisting that you should drive the car. I could have gotten up and taken you in the truck.”

Even in his cloudy state, Bitty got what Jack was saying.

“Sweetpea, maybe it’s not my fault but it most certainly isn’t yours,” he said. “Who’s to say we both wouldn’t have been in the hospital then?”

Jack snorted at that. “Not likely. I don’t have your lead foot.”

“Haha,” Bitty said. “Have they told you what’s wrong with me? Concussion, I’m pretty sure.”

“Yeah, once your parents told them they could let me in and talk to me,” Jack said, trying not to be bitter. At least they had allowed the hospital to pull him into the loop. It was just that they had to in the first place that rankled. “They’ll be here in a couple of hours, by the way. So, concussion, laceration to the side of your face, dislocated left shoulder, badly bruised ribs. They were afraid they were cracked, but you avoided that.”

“Ugh,” Bitty said. “How long before I can skate?”

Jack shrugged. “Too soon to tell,” he said. “Couple weeks at the very least, and longer for contact. But probably not the whole season. I should call your manager – or Hall directly. He’ll want to come see you now you’re awake, too.”

“Now – what time is it?” Bitty asked.

“About three,” Jack said.

“In the afternoon?”

Jack nodded, and Bitty could see how exhausted he looked. He was dressed in full Burger-King-robber getup, dark track pants and hoodie, he hadn’t shaved and the pallor of skin only emphasized the dark circles under his eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Bitty said. “You have a game.”

“I’m not playing tonight,” Jack said. “I’m scratched for a family emergency.”

“Family, huh?” Bitty couldn’t help but smile.

“Family,” Jack said. “They’ll probably let you go either tonight or tomorrow morning. I’ll stay here until I can take you home with me.”

[washedupfae]

A few things, plus me being a dork this morning

I tried to fall back asleep after my alarm went off, but sleepy brain turned into creative brain and I have a major twist for Feral that some people in the fandom MIGHT not like but I’m sitting here all...

“Doooo eeeeet...”

So, that is your warning X3

Opossum update:

With all the brush and greenery gone from around the house the baby Opossum has moved in to the white trashcan hidden on the front porch. I will get a picture of him later, but he is happily snoozing away on an old burger king bag and two small, empty Dr Pepper bottles. His name is now Piggy Jr. In honor of the late Piggy (another Opossum) who used to creep up on the porch and steal cat food we leave out for the neighborhood strays. That thing was HUGE.

Me being a Dork:

So a copy of Oriental Trading Company’s Halloween Catalogue came in today, I have been receiving them since purchasing some items for Trunk or Treat a couple of years ago,  flipping idly through it, I nearly screeched like an unhinged banshee when I spotted something special. I popped over to their website to get a screen shot of it X3

Bendable Mermaid Skeletons.

*MERMAID SKELETONS*...

Repeat after me.. Mermaid Skeletons.. And they are freaking Bitty size!

*Checks wallet* I may have to make an order soon XD

Stars, I am such a damn dork and ruined by this fandom and I love it.

[sw124]

[Lamia-Birdy-Bitty Daily life!13]

/Pro-Revenge/p2

Hello my Lamia lovers how are you all doing, good I hope...

As I promised I would explain everything but if it gets to long I may do a part 3, now things get really sad in this so fair warning to all who have sensitive bitties. Now as you all have read from my last post I told you about Leo, Rosie, Phthalo the Mamba, my relationship with them and the tragedy that followed. At the very end of that I spoke about how Rosie got a phone call that ended with her in pure hysterical crying. Yeah I know, in the last post it didn’t sound like it but cut me some slack here....things were tough and I really didn’t want to describe her crying.

They were int he kitchen while I and the children were in the living room, as much as I wanted to go and comfort Rosie her siblings and Leo’s brother Jon told me this was something that shouldn’t be exposed to. So I was asked to do a lunch run for the kids, Rodger was about to get his wallet but before he could I quickly told him that lunch was on me and not to worry about paying me back. He was taken aback by it but I told him that this wasn’t the time for small things like that, all I wanted was a list of what food to get.

The kids were between 7 and 12 so to satisfy them all I went to the local drive through of every kids favorite places...you know with the Golden Arches you know the one. So I got nuggets, fries, some ice cream for them and brought it back. Also some cheese burgers for the adults, wasn’t that big a deal. When I got back...things hadn’t improved, I had just walked in when I over heard Jon yelling. The kids were all huddling close together and staring at the kitchen, he was yelling into a phone. I go over and motion the kids to follow me, I walk them outside and into the backyard away from the yelling. Rosie and Leo have wooden picnic table outback so the kids ate out there.

While they ate I snuck through the backyard to my place and gathered all my boys and brought them over. I kept Nebula with me while Tundra, Dante, Chip, and Mozart sat with the kids. It was a good idea cause the kids were distracted with the bitties. Tundra bonded with the youngest of the kids while the others played hide and seek. After a few hours of running around Betty called the kids in to wash up cause they were all going out to eat.

I was gathering up my boys to head back to the apartment when Betty rushed out to stop me. She had something in her hand, even from this distance I saw it was cash. She wanted to thank me for helping with the kids but being who I am and how I was raised I told her I couldn’t accept the money. She insisted but again I refused, I explained that now was not the time to be paying people for favors especially with me. Leo never paid me when I voluntarily helped him with yard work so I’m not starting now with any member of his family.

[Needless to say she was taken slightly aback by my words but that smile she gave me told me how proud/happy she was to hear that]

The next couple of weeks had been....slow, I told work about the funeral and let them know when I’d need my time off to attend. They were supportive, after work I’d stop by Rosie’s home and see if she and the rest of her kin needed my help. So far they had things handled with the funeral but were grateful for my help with the little ones [And Phthalo sometimes]. My boys loved it too, Tundra especially.

It was when my boys and I were watching the kids in the front yard that a car pulled up, this car...geez I had to do a double take. I’m not a car buff but I know at least some cars, this one was one of those Aston Martin Rapid S models. Pearl black with silver trim, chrome wheels, I mean this thing looked sharp! Even I know a car like that is beyond my pay grade. Who the hell owned this kind of car?

My question was answered when two men stepped out....dressed like they stepped out of a high end resorts tennis court. You know the pastel polo shirts, white dress shorts, sweaters tied around their shoulders, ball caps and shades. I get if you hear someone dies you’re in a rush to see the family but seriously.....

One of them saw me and walked over, the smell hit me first, one of those overpowering colones that just burnt your eyes.

Stranger1:Hey, this [insert Rosie/Leo’s last name] house?

That tone...it was that kind of tone that makes me wanna slap someone.

Me:....May I ask who you are?

I didn’t want to be rude but I don’t know these guys.

Stranger: You retarded? I asked you a damn question.

I was taken aback by his callousness, I glared at him and repeated my question.

[We’ll call these two Son1 and Son2]

Son1: My dad lives around here, names Leo is this his house or what?

Me: ..Yes this is his house.

With that both men walked up to the front door and just let themselves in, I was just shell shocked, these two were Leo’s boys?! I was so use to Leo’s southern gentlemen attitude I figured that any member of his family would maybe have some similar sensibility. I tried to shake it off an go back to watching the kids an my boys. I had sat down on on the grass and was about to tell the kids some stories when [though faint] I heard shouting. Rodger stormed out of the house, even from this distance I could see he was ready to punch something or someone. Despite that I walked over.

Me: Rodger I’m gonna take the kids to the park nearby.

Rodger: [calmed down a little] That’d be nice, thank you darlin’.

So our impromptu story time was cut short with a walk to the local park just a block away. It has playground equipment, its not that big but the kids didn’t care. They were swinging, jumping, running, playing, basically oblivious to the reason why we were there in the first place. My boys enjoyed it too, Nebula stayed with me obviously. It was about an hour later that their parents drove up to collect them, they thanked me and gathered their kids to head to their hotels to rest. I got my boys and headed back to our apartment, we were walking past Leo’s house and thankfully that Martin was gone. On impulse we walked up the steps and knocked on the door, I just had to check on Rosie.

The door flung open and I was greeted with a very angry Jon, it startled me but thankfully it disappeared when he saw me. He apologized up an down thinking I was one of the sons, I told him that its ok and informed him that all the kids were with their parents. He thanked me again, he then sat down in one of the rocking chairs set out on the porch.

He started asking me questions.

Jon: Them boys didn’t do anything to you now did they?

Me: Pardon?

Jon: Did those boys say anything or do anything to you?”

Me: Well one of them called me retarded when I asked him who he was but other then that he didn’t say or do anything to me.

Jon glared and apologized for their behavior, he then asked me to sit down on the bench next. I told him whatever the history between these boys and their parents wasn’t any of my business and if Rosie or anyone else doesn’t want to share it with anyone outside the family I have to respect that. That brought a smile to his face, I still took his offer and joined him him. I diverted the conversation instead to his childhood with Leo, that eased whatever tension he had. After some trips in memory lane he had fully calmed down, Rosie, Phthalo, Betty and Rodger joined us outside and continued the story telling. Which lead to making dinner together, a big pot of creamy seafood gumbo. After dinner I took my boys home.

Finally the day of the funeral was set, I informed work and got a week off, took Tundra and Dante to do some shopping for some proper clothing and prepped myself for...well you know.

The day finally came and I got myself ready, I was debating on bringing my boys but after some debate I chose to bring Chip and Dante since they were the closest to Leo. Mozart, Nebula and Tundra didn’t mind, two of them were happy to stay home and nap while Tundra watched a marathon of “How its made” on the science channel.

The three of us got there and were greeted warmly by Rodger and Jon, Betty complimented my clothes and showed me inside. They held the service in a small chapel inside the funeral home, I finally got to see Rosie and speak to her...sort of. I gave my condolences and she thanked me for attending but then she pulled me in and whispered that Leo left me something in his Will. I wasn’t sure how to react....so I whispered back to her that if he left me money that she could keep it cause I couldn’t accept any money from a friend, even if it was his dying wish I just can’t accept it.

That comment made her smile...it was good to see her smile, soon the service started, I sat in a pew a little towards the back. Don’t think me rude but it was in case I needed to leave the room, not cause I’d get bored but if I started crying, I didn’t want to disrupt anyone speaking or the eulogy itself. I looked around and I actually saw the two sons, at least they had the decency to show up. The funeral ended and an urn was presented to Rosie and Phthalo, everyone sat for a moment of silence with their heads bowed....

[All accept the sons who kept looking at their phones the whole FREAKING TIME!!]

After which the reading of the will was held, I told Rosie though I was invited I’d rather stay away, I didn’t want the sons getting the wrong idea. She understood and told me to come by her place later, after that I said my goodbyes and headed home. When I got back I put my ‘kick around’ clothes on, made some tea, took out some things to bake up some cookies, baked them and sat down with everyone to watch some stuff and...just try an settle after a day like this.

An hour later there’s a knock at my door, I open it to find...Leo’s sons. I had to glare at them.

Son1: So this where you live?

Me: No, I’m only staying here for the funeral. What the hell do you want?

Son1: Our dad mentioned you in his will, left you 200$ and-

Me: Don’t care, I’m lettin yer mom keep the money. I don’t want cash or anything like that, but what I would like to know is how the hell you knew where to find me?

Son1: Ain’t any of your buisness, listen if you know whats good for you, you’ll stay away from our mom and if she passes away in the future an we find out your in her Will we’ll sue you for every penny you got, you understand?

Me: [slams door in his face and tells him to F-off, I then quietly lock the door.]

I storm to my backyard...to find of all people Rosie sitting on one of my lawn chairs. She had a few boxes next to her of kitchen appliances, a countertop pizza oven, air fryer and a lovely ceramic Dutch oven. She gave me a look that said ‘I heard every word so don’t bother lying’. Like I could lie to her at this point, so I explained what they said to me and how I slammed the door in their faces. Rosie told me she’d take care of it, then she presented me what Leo left me in his Will. They were suppose to be my Christmas and Birthday presents but since he wasn’t going to be around to give them to me he was determined be sure I was left with something I’d use. She also handed me the 200$ but like I told the boys I refused the money, she nodded an then countered my words with inviting me to a restaurant with my boys.

I agreed and we all gathered up to go out with her family to eat.

Now your wondering where the Revenge is coming, be patient in the next part is where the Pro Revenge starts to comes in. Please stay tuned.

[for more info on Lamia bitties speak to @vex-bittys and visit her plz, as for Bird Bitties please speak to @coalition-aviary-bitty-adoption for information on them]

[i-love-him-on-purpose]

the half of it liveblog

LET’S GO I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE MARCH hi. my name is abby, and this is me watching the half of it

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

i have big gay expectations for this movie

as an asian wlw, i do NOT want to be disappointed

starting NOW

fuck YES this animation is beautiful

plato. this movie is already calling out my dumb gay ass

they did really good casting with ellie! imagine having a movie with high schoolers that LOOK LIKE HIGH SCHOOLERS

chugga chugga chu chu? SQUARE UP BITCH

OMG paul and ellie’s first meeting is iconic

“i’m not looking to cheat” “no one is”

“gET a thESaURus uSE a speLLcHecKer gOOd luCk rOMeo”

this is an accurate representation of hold times istg

IS THIS A MEET CUTE?!

aster looks so tired but wowowowowow she is hecking beautiful

ellie is a disaster gay

exhibit 1: staring at aster in band

exhibit 2: “i’m ellie chu?!?!?!”

exhibit 3: more staring in the hallway

staring/longing is the peak gay experience

she is FINALLY charging acceptable prices for writing

i’d ask $15 for two page

maybe she just loves writing

can’t relate

“SHE’S LIKE ALL THREE” paul you eloquent mf

he’s a ROMANTIC... but so bad with words omg

“yah my grandma’s dead wanna go out with me”

“love makes you screwy. don’t you get screwy?”

istg you dumb jock ily

in love, one always starts by deceiving oneself... and ends by deceiving others

PAUL OMG

i LOokED uP PLaiGiAriZed

...

wow i had to stop for like 8 minutes there to properly watch their letters play out

the way alice wu spins this story is absolutely gorgeous

aster and ellie are so in sync and understanding of each other

the art, the words, the letters

everything just meshes together perfectly and i’m already in love with their story, whether or not there’s a happy ending

oh ho ho... paul....

no but he’s totally right

dating is burgers and fries and ice cream and whatnot

love is what ellie and aster have been doing– the talking and the listening and the understanding

smithcorona ahaha

“i love... nazis” paul you good there

oh honey you understand nothing

LMAO i love how ellie’s riding away on her bike and paul’s just bent over in the background PERFECTLY poised to pick up a rock

YES! jock + lesbian friendship

“hi ellie chu’s dad” has the same energy as “mr. jack’s dad” and “mr. sir” if u know what i’m talking about (check, please! mutuals hi)

yeSSIR yeSSIR

i love how paul just treats this like drills he has to run

jocks, man

PFPDFSLDKJF HE GOT FASTER AHAHAHA

why do neither of them know how to play ping pong istg

i love one (1) girl that laughs at horror movies

omg my anxious ass would be terrified if i thought someone was watching me

oh, i thought that line was about aster

but it still makes sense in a friendship way

and this IS a friendship movie so it does make sense

my coward ass would’ve never brought a boy home in high school

especially not to my enthusiastic italian father

besides i only ever dated one person and she was a girl and i hadn’t come out to my parents yet

kudos to ellie

oh i just realized that aster’s christian

does that influence her views on lgbtq?

probably

oh, ellie

watching that made me tear up

god, falling for someone who doesn’t know that you’re you

this english teacher is fckin hilarious

and also totally not a romantic lmao

OMG FATHER SHANLEY

AHAHAHAHA

“world’s asleep. more room for secrets”

now THAT’S what love feels like

falling in love with the little things

wait he doesn’t say “you like aster?”

THEY SCAMMED US

...does he support her or not

paul munsky say something

oh he realizes that he doesn’t know what love is not that ellie likes aster

“if love isn’t the effort you put in”

i love this friendship and paul’s quiet wisdom

oh boy there are weird chewing noises

TACO SAUSAGE!

aww paul’s a romantic and ellie’s hilarious

seeing “guy” makes my heart hurt

aw ellie have a little faith in our dumb jock <3

this is so cute and super awkward

i feel like i did this at some point in high school

OMG PAUL WHAT ARE YOU DOING

what just happened

awww he’s so enthusiastic

bitch what the fuck is “a look”

CONSENT

wtf is this a fucking rave

WTF ARE YOU BITCHES DOING

are high schools like this now??? is everyone fucking horrid?

yes girl play your song

wait a sec can they all hear her without a mic

she wrote that? that’s so sweet <3

awwwwwwww

but that’s so cliché

it’s literally high school musical

oh boy now she’s POPULAR?

i love their friendship so much

OOP

awwww I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP

omg what? shoes in the house? shoes ON THE BED? DISGRACE PAUL MUNSKY

jk him caring for her is literally so cute

i’m glad we can have that platonically

she did that for him? aww

the way she spits out the advil is hilarious

OMG ASTER?!?

i bet she thinks ellie and paul are dating

oof

“it’s paul’s chinese friend” who the FUCK do you think you are? STEP THE FUCK UP KAREN

oh it’s the daisy!

it’s gorgeous

i feel like aster definitely suspects something

OH THEY’RE SPENDING THE DAY TOGETHER

i have no idea what she does at the station?!?

“SECRET PLACE” oh lawd

aster definitely knows it’s ellie

i wish i had a secret pond

but alas

i am just a poor city girl

ellie is a disaster gay and i am living for it

LONG UNDERWEAR ellie is prepared for all situations

paul is so sweet that’s adorable

“i don’t think i’ve ever hung out with a girl and not talked about boys before” the GAY is showing and i love it

but love isn’t about feeling safe

it’s about feeling adventurous but being safe

you’re in HIGH SCHOOL why tf r u thinking about marriage?

oml don’t get married to trig he’s a fucking idiot

i lowkey thought they were going to kiss

and then ellie “i am a RUSSIAN DOLL of clothing!!1!1!”

sdlkfjsdlkf

AHADHSFDSJFLDSKFJLESKF PAUL LOOKS SO NERVOUS

when my asian mom did this, my white dad would look just like him, even after literally decades of marriage

WOAH the visuals

just... two people looking at the same sky

so intimate

“gravity is matter’s response to loneliness”

that’s so deep but all i can think of is r/showerthoughts

just two girls discussing their deepest beliefs and secrets in a spring

i would like to do that pls

lmao ellie’s dad and paul are besties now

oh

oh ellie

COLLEGE you deserve to go to college!

omg aster and paul’s height difference

paul’s siblings are hilarious lmao

SLDKFJSDL “A BUNCH OF GUYS SNIFFING EACH OTHERS’ BUTTS” is maybe the most accurate description of high school sports

guess all that running really paid off paul

“squahamish scores for the first time in 50 yrs” i-

ellie trying to finesse the yakult is the funniest thing

what the FUCK just happened

what

what

what

that was like watching a train wreck in slo-mo

paul WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

WHAT THE FUCK

dkjlsfdksjlfkldsjf

i have zero words.

...trig

is he ok

who sprayed him? was it paul or ellie’s dad??

oh god literally all three of them are ruined

paul! he’s trying! and that matters!

he’s been taught to condemn it

but he supports his friend first and foremost

so he tries to understand and accept it

...oh no paul’s mother

ellie looks so sad :(

ugh i’m crying

she had to grow up too quickly because of her mother’s death

“have you ever loved someone so much you don’t want anything about them to change?”

i’m so emotional

SKSKSK “i had to grind something” homophobic mother looks up

the fuck is “little lady”

oh i get it he’s proposing

trig is literally the human manifestation of microaggression

ASTER DON’T DO IT

ELLIE?!

the painting metaphor is back and i am not ok

AND I OOP- she slapped him ok ok ok

“mommy wants you to know that in case you are gay, mommy still loves you” “no mom i’m not gay” “thank god” “i might want to change your sausage recipe though” “are you INSANE?” THIS IS AN EXACT PARALLEL to when bitty came out and mama bittle still loved him but then the JAM (hello again check please mutuals if ur still here ily)

lmao the english teacher “now that is some divine intervention” she is neutral evil and i am LIVING for it (bet she’s wlw too)

“you don’t mean dead, right” SLDFKJSDL

“love is messy and horrible and selfish... and bold.” -ellie chu

that’s fucking beautiful

aster looks... so tired

COLLEGE YES SHE’S GOING TO COLLEGE

i have no words i just want to watch this and cry

they kissed.

they KISSED.

“i’ll see you in a couple of years”

i love that they don’t end up together

that they know that they should wait, that it’s not their time yet

because love is “the trying, and the reaching, and the failing”

ellie looks so happy

she’s comfortable in her own skin

FINALLY

she deserves everything

omg the emojis slap

her dad’s conductor? station master? idk but he’s working again and i’m so proud of him

is paul seriously giving her sausage

lmao

“too smart to be crying on the platform like a wussy” “i’m not crying” “wussy” underrated exchange of the year

paul chasing after ellie on the train is so sweet

i’m sobbing

“moron”

ugh

she looks so content and i love that for her

that’s the end

if you made it this far, congrats! 

overall 10/10

it’s such a sweet movie it’s well paced, well written, and well shot

time to go see if there’s any fic

bye!

[musicalluna]

nice, a sequel

this is a commission for @ishipallthings who requested a sequel to nice

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It's late spring in Manhattan and the weather's perfect when Steve leaves S.H.I.E.L.D. The sun is warm, but the breeze is cool, and Steve takes a deep breath as he starts toward the bus stop that will take him back toward the Tower. Days like this he likes to stay above ground where he can see the world go by. Today he doesn't pay as much attention to the trip as he normally might—his mind's somewhere else. On someone else.

He and Tony had sat in the kitchen for hours talking and passing the spoon back and forth while they made a considerable dent in the carton of ice cream the night before. With the cat out of the bag, Tony had wanted to know everything about the little gifts, details about the classes Steve was signing up for, which edits he'd liked best. Now that Steve was watching for it, he could see Tony taking mental notes of their conversation. More gifts would come out of it, Steve could feel it to his bones. He'd gone to bed feeling lighter than he had in years. Even now, in the searing spring sunshine, the memory hasn't tarnished. Without asking for anything in return, and without any recognition at all, Tony has been making Steve's life more bearable. Something he's realized as he thought about it is that no one does that for Tony. They ask him for things and thank him when he does them (it's fifty-fifty odds as to whether or not they also give him a hard time). Tony doesn't seem bothered by it or inclined to stop, but it bothers Steve. Now that he's paying attention, he knows he's been less gracious than Tony deserves for all he's done. Ma would be disappointed. Which is why Steve stops by a place on his walk from the stop to pick up a burger and fries. It's not unusual for Tony to show up in the kitchen ravenous because he's forgotten to eat. Bringing him something before he gets to that point isn't much, but it's something Steve can do. He pauses at the door to the workshop and says, “JARVIS, can you ask Tony if I can come in?” JARVIS doesn't respond, but inside the shop, Tony cocks his head and then glances back over his shoulder. Steve waves. Tony says something, and the door opens with a hiss. “To what do I owe the honor?” Tony asks and the question is casual, but there's something guarded in the way Tony looks Steve over. It makes Steve feel worse. Tony does all these nice things for Steve, but he still doesn't trust him. Pushing the thought aside, Steve holds up the bag. “I stopped for lunch, and I thought you might be hungry.” Tony stares in surprise for a moment. Then he gathers himself and says, “Yeah, I could eat.” To say the meal is awkward would be an understatement. Steve doesn't know where the easy conversation from the night before has gone, but he feels like a dolt as they stagger their way through. “Well, I'll see you later,” he says, when they've both finished, and Tony's eyes keep sliding over to the holographic displays nearby. “Oh,” Tony says, a mishmash of emotions crossing his face, “yeah, sure, okay. Thanks for lunch.” “Anytime,” Steve says and then makes a not-too-hasty retreat. That had been a disaster. Steve can't understand it, and he wants to, so he goes to the gym and starts going through his routine with the bag, trying to break things down like he would after a battle. He's nearly thirty minutes in when it hits him—Steve had come in the afternoon after finding out Tony's been giving him all these gifts and immediately given something to Tony and stood right there. Steve had liked that he didn't feel pressured to react in a certain way or to reciprocate the mystery nice person's gestures. Maybe that's why Tony had done it that way in the first place, and Steve's gone and put that exact pressure on him. “I have to be more subtle,” he realizes aloud. “Aim for the stars, Cap,” Clint calls from across the room. Steve swipes a wrist across his forehead and shoots Clint a dirty look. “I didn't ask the peanut gallery.” Clint grins toothily at him. “I offer my nuggets of wisdom freely.” “Let me offer you a nugget,” Steve retorts. “Don't.” – Before Steve gets a chance to try again, Tony beats him to the punch. Steve has an appointment with S.H.I.E.L.D. medical. He despises medical, but he recognizes that it's necessary to do regular checkups to be sure he's recovered from old injuries and to make sure he's healthy. Anything he might catch could easily kill the other Avengers. Better safe than sorry. He's not sure how Tony finds him, but he strides out of a hallway Steve passes on his way to medical and falls into step with Steve. His eyes are hidden behind a dark pair of sunglasses, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. “Hey, there, Cap. Where you headed?” “Medical.” Tony glances over at him, sunglasses glinting under the fluorescents. “Care for some company?” It's embarrassing, but Steve does. The idea of Tony watching on while the doctors poke and prod at him relaxes the knot in his belly. Tony won't let them do anything they shouldn't. “I'd like that,” he says, and Tony's mouth curls slightly at the corners. “You got it, Cap.” Tony talks the whole way to the medbay and hardly lets up once they get there. He talks about his projects and asks Steve questions to help him with the new advanced helmet he's working on for Steve. He wants to put a heads-up display into the eye holes. While the doctors put him through the shoulder maneuvers for the physical exam inspecting his muscles and joints, Steve tells Tony what kinds of information would be useful in a HUD and what would just be a distraction. Tony keeps trying to talk him into adding things, and Steve keeps patiently reminding him that as smart as the serum made him, he's still no Tony Stark. It makes Tony look quietly pleased. “Come on, Cap, I think you're underestimating the amount of data you can process.” Steve chuckles. “No, you're overestimating it, Smart Guy.” Tony's presence makes the appointment go by that much faster, and it should be uncomfortable doing all this in his skivvies while Tony watches on, but Tony keeps his eyes firmly on Steve's face and at this point, the more naked he is, the more comfortable he is with Tony there. He knows Tony will have his back. It's a funny, warm realization. – Steve's next attempt to be nice is less showy. Tony doesn't even see him doing it, because what he does is guard the coffee pot so there are still a couple mugs worth of Tony's favorite in the carafe when he comes to the kitchen. It takes a week worth of watching Tony to see what coffee types he likes best, JARVIS' help keeping track of his movements, and Clint being annoyed with him, but he does it. It makes him proud, and the satisfaction of watching Tony's contented expression as he takes his first sip motivates him to think of more things he can do to make Tony happy. Once he remembers Tony saying that's why he started doing it, that makes it much more comfortable. He's beginning to recognize what Tony looks like when he's happy and starts scribbling notes in his sketchbook alongside his doodles whenever he notices something in particular. Tony always seems pleased by gifts, even when they're stupid things like Natasha giving him a sauce packet from a restaurant with Iron Man on it, so Steve keeps his eyes peeled when he goes out and picks things out occasionally. A scarf with gold flecks that reminds him of Tony's eyes, an itty bitty Iron Man figurine, a pack of his favorite snack, anything that makes him think of Tony. Once he buys Tony a piece of art—a painting of the reflection of a chrome bumper—and Tony's face when he presents it to him makes him flush and start to draw back. “NO,” Tony says loudly, and grabs hold of one edge of the painting. “It's mine now. Thank you.” Steve swallows, his heart pounding at the base of his throat. Tony's fingers are touching his, and he feels completely unmoored. “You're welcome,” he finally manages. – It doesn't occur to him how much things have changed between him and Tony until he goes to the SI R&D department to deliver fifteen bags of take out because Tony had told him his team was working sixteen hour days trying to fix something that had gone wrong. Tony smiles as he watches the team dig into the bags, but it's heavy on his face, his eyes lined and his face a little gray. Steve curls a hand around the back of his neck and says, “Hey. You all right?” Tony looks at him and sighs. “As all right as I can be. My back hurts, and it feels like my brain's bleeding, but sure.” Steve squeezes his neck lightly. “Well, I can't do anything about the brain bleed, but I could rub your back?” He realizes immediately how intimate what he's proposing is, but before he can think better of it, Tony says, “Could you really? I might die.” That settles it and Steve nods. “Of course. It may not be very good, but I've got strong hands.” “You've got strong everything,” Tony mutters. “Come on.” He leads Steve over to one of the conference rooms and slumps down on to the nearest armless chair backward, pressing his face into the leather back. Steve puts his hands on Tony's shoulders but doesn't start in intense right away. He rubs his palms slowly over Tony's back, kneading lightly with his fingers, but not using too much pressure. He drags the tips of his fingers across Tony's shoulders and then down either side of his spine, just getting him used to the touch. After maybe five minutes, Tony's posture softens, and he leans heavily into the chair back, the tension slowly easing out of his shoulders. That's when Steve starts massaging more deeply, using his whole hands to squeeze the muscles and pressing harder. Tony groans. It gives Steve an immense sense of satisfaction to see Tony come apart like that, bit by bit.  There's something about it that just makes him feel accomplished, like he's done something that really needed doing. He keeps at it for the better part of half an hour. By that time Tony's slumped against the chair back, his face mashed into the leather, arms dangling loosely at his sides. Steve's pretty sure there's drool on the chair. “Ngh,” Tony finally grunts. “'f I don't go back I never will.” Steve slows his hands, kneading more lightly at Tony's shoulders. “All right. Let me know if there's anything else I can do.” “Help me up?” Tony asks. Steve helps him find his feet, steadying Tony when he wobbles precariously. Tony's face is right there, his eyes hooded and his breath warm on Steve's jaw. Steve freezes, staring directly into Tony's eyes and he watches them widen the slightest bit, Tony's breathing suddenly stuttering. His skin is warm under Steve's hand where he's still touching him, lingering on his skin because Tony's shirt is unbuttoned halfway and his collar's open and he smells like espresso and sweat and the lotion Steve had grabbed off a nearby counter at some point. Steve's heart is beating so hard in his chest it feels like being small and weak again, it feels like tachycardia, it feels like panic and anticipation and an urgency he hasn't felt for anyone since he said goodbye to Peggy seventy years ago. Realization takes his breath away. Oh. Oh. That's why he wanted so badly to give back to Tony. Why he wanted to see him happy. It's not gratitude, and it's not teambuilding, or it is, but it's all buried under the need to see Tony happy, thriving. He's in love with Tony. He doesn't know when exactly it happened but now that he's staring at it—Tony—straight in the face, he knows that's exactly what this is. At his back, the door opens, and panic lurches up Steve's throat. He steps back, letting go of Tony so fast he tips forward a little. Steve turns his head enough to see Pepper peering around the door. “Tony?” she says. “Here you are, they've been looking for you. Oh, Steve. Hello.” Steve reacts on pure habit and nods his head. “Ma'am.” He winces the minute it's out of his mouth because Pepper told him a long time ago that she didn't want him calling her ma'am or Miss Potts unless they worked together which they did not. She doesn't seem to notice though, busy approaching Tony who's trying to get his shirt back in order. Steve flushes as he watches them, suddenly all too aware of how this must look, him and Tony squirreled away in a conference room, Tony looking mussed and dopey. With an intensity that surprises him, Steve finds himself wishing that was precisely what had happened, and that Pepper knew it. “...lost track of time,” Tony is saying. “Captain America gave me a massage.” He sounds smug, and Pepper smiles indulgently at him. “Well, that was very nice of him, you needed something like that. Unfortunately, we need you back out there being brilliant now.” “Story of my life,” Tony sighs, but it's in good humor. “I should go,” Steve blurts, “let you get back to work.” “Hey, thanks, Steve. I feel a million times better.” Steve nods and smiles and flees. – Steve goes out to a coffee shop where he can get some distance and think. He does this often enough that he has a usual spot and one of the baristas smiles at him from where they're wiping down the other tables as he sits down. He sketches while he considers the piano that fell on his head while he was with Tony. He's interested in Tony as more than a friend. This isn't the first time he's felt something like this, and it's not even the first time he's taken a shine to another man, but. Well, he'd been aware of it then, it hadn't hit him like Thor's hammer out of seemingly nowhere. He feels guilty for it because if he'd only been doing nice things for Tony out of some kind of attempt to get Tony's attention that was wrong. As his sketch of the shop storefront develops though, the guilt fades. He hadn't been doing them to get Tony's attention, he'd been doing it to see Tony happy. As happy as Tony had made him. Steve's breath catches and his pencil stills on the page. Was that why Tony had done it? “You deserve to be happy, Steve.” The thought that Tony might reciprocate Steve's feelings fills him with a giddy bubble of happiness. When Tony has some time, Steve will talk to him and find out if he's right. – When he gets home, it's early evening, and Steve is feeling loose and contented, still warm with the thought that there may be something between him and Tony they can explore. He brightens when he walks into the kitchen to find Tony in his rumpled dress shirt leaning against the island countertop. He's grinning across it at Clint who has his hands thrown up in the air. “A dog park!” “Yes,” Tony says, voice thick with amusement. He takes a bite of the breadstick in his hand. “In the Tower!” “Where else would I put it?” Tony asks. “Lucky should be able to run around with his friends.” “You're unbelievable,” Clint says, which is his way of saying thank you. Tony grins. “I know.” Clint throws a wadded up napkin at Tony's head as he leaves. “Send pictures!” Tony yells after him. Then he catches sight of Steve and his smile widens. “Steve, hey. Thanks again for earlier.” Steve shrugs. “You needed it. What was Clint all worked up about?” Tony returns his shrug. “I had a dog park installed on the fifteenth floor. A high-rise isn't the best environment for a dog, you know? Clint doesn't get up early enough to take Lucky to Central for the off-leash hours, and SI's got plenty of employees with dogs—I figured why not?” “That's awfully nice of you, Tony,” Steve says, feeling his heart sink to his feet. Maybe he's not so special to Tony after all. – Steve feels like a heel for his reaction to discovering Tony does nice things for the others. He should be happy that Tony is a good, kind person who does stuff like this for no reason. It's part of what Steve loves about him after all. Despite the logic of that, he's jealous. He wanted to mean something more to Tony, that's all. It's embarrassing, how badly he misinterpreted things. More than ever, he owes Tony repayment for all the good things he's done. He just...can't quite face Tony with how foolish he's been, so he does his best to repay Tony's kindness without interacting with him directly. Natasha watches him enter the kitchen one morning just after Tony's left—Steve had waited in the hallway until he'd heard him leave. “Steve,” she says tone heavy with unspoken words. Steve grimaces at the coffee pot. “What's going on with you and Tony?” she asks, and he sighs. Of course she knows. “Nothing,” he says, knowing it's a feeble denial at best. “Mhm.” She sips her tea judgmentally. “Did he—say something?” Steve asks, voice getting stuck part way through the question. “Why, what would he say, Steve?” Steve shakes his head, feeling the back of his neck grow hot. “Nothing. That I know of.” “Which is why you waited in the hall until he left.” Steve's heart throbs, caught out. Natasha sighs. Steve slinks back out of the kitchen with his coffee, feeling guilty. Later, he's in the gym (after making sure Tony isn't, of course) and Clint strides in with a sigh. “Steve, man, I love you, but what the hell did you do?” Steve pauses his workout, wiping a hand across his sweaty forehead. “Uhh…?” Clint throws something at him—a small piece of paper that Steve catches against his chest. When he lowers his hand to see what it is, the paper drifts into his palm and Steve's throat goes tight. “Where did you get this?” he rasps. “Tony gave it to me and told me to give it to you.” Tony. The small paper is a photograph. He doesn't know who took it or where or how, but it's a photo of him and Peggy. There's a hand on Steve's shoulder in the picture that he's almost positive is Bucky. “Why's Tony giving things to me to give to you instead of giving them to you himself.” “What?” Steve says and tears his gaze away from the photo. “He made me an errand boy. Whatever you did, fix it, Steve.” Clint kicks him in the ankle, none too gently, and leaves. Steve looks at the photograph again, his heart clenching like a fist in his chest. He's never seen this one before, and Peggy looks… For a moment, the loss yawns so wide and dark inside him it feels inescapable. Then he remembers why he has this photo, and he swallows down his embarrassment and disappointment and heads down to Tony's workshop. Tony is sitting at his workbench working with a screwdriver and some kind of electronic with a hologram hovering close by feeding him readouts. “Tony,” he calls, “I can't...I can't accept this.” Tony pauses in his work and then turns slowly, one eyebrow rising up his forehead. “What exactly do you think I'm going to do with it?” Steve doesn't know how to answer that. Tony planned this he realizes when he meets Tony's eye. Tony's lips press into a thin line, and he whaps the screwdriver against the meat of his palm. “Why'd you stop talking to me, Steve?” Steve swallows, pulling the photo back in toward his body. Miserably, he says, “I'm sorry, Tony. I keep trying to fix this, and I just keep making it worse. I thought if I got some distance I could stop myself.” Tony frowns. “Stop yourself from what?” Steve closes his eyes, chin dropping. “Stop myself from being a jealous jackass.” He sighs. “Obviously I'm not doing a very good job.” “Jealous?” Tony echoes. “Jealous of what?” Steve scrubs his face with his hands. The sweat from his workout has dried, itchy and uncomfortable on the back of his neck. “I thought… I thought I was special. That maybe...you were doing these things—” He holds up the photo. “—because you—” Steve trails off, grimacing. “But then you gave Clint the dog park and—” He sighs again. “It's nothing you did, Tony, honest.” “Hang on—you're jealous because I gave Clint the dog park?” “I shouldn't be upset that you're a good guy, Tony, but—” “But you are.” “That's not why I'm upset!” Tony gives him a profoundly skeptical look. “I'm upset because I thought it—meant something.” Steve is mortified when Tony stares at him. He starts backing toward the door, hands raised. “I'm sorry—Tony, I'm sorry, I am. I'm going to—stop, I promise.” “Hang on,” Tony says, raising his voice, and Steve freezes. Then, very carefully, Tony says, “Steve, how many dog park-like things have I done for you?” Steve shrugs, uncomfortable. “Dozens, maybe?” “And do you know how many I've done for Barton?” Steve shakes his head. “One,” Tony says. Then after a beat, “Okay maybe two or three. A handful. But nowhere near the dozens I've done for you. Do you know why that is?” Steve swallows, his heart suddenly beating faster in his chest. Tony's eyes are intense, his lips trembling ever-so-slightly. “Because you're different, Steve.” Steve can't find his voice around his pounding heart. He's special to Tony and Tony's a good, kind person. “You're...something else, Tony,” he finally croaks. “I hope someday I can be half the man that you are.” Tony's eyes go wide, his tongue darting out nervously over his bottom lip. He gives Steve an uncertain, puzzled smile. “You're Captain America,” he says like that's half as important as Tony constantly working himself to the bone to make the people around him happy and, not only that, to keep the world around him safe. Steve is just a sickly kid from Brooklyn with something to prove. He shakes his head. “Tony, you fight the little everyday battles alongside the world-changing ones. You're the reason I can keep fighting at all.” “I think you're underselling yourself.” “I think you're underselling yourself.” Tony's mouth twitches upward on one side, and he twists the screwdriver between his hands. “So...you think I'm pretty great. And I think you get where I'm coming from now. So.” His eyes flicker to Steve's. “What now?” “Well,” Steve says, taking a slow step forward. “My last good kiss was in 1945.” A grin blooms over Tony's face, brightening until Steve feels like he's going to burst with the warmth filling him up.

[sapphicscholar]

November 2024

“And CNN can now project that former Governor Catherine Grant will become the President Elect of the United States. By our estimates, she now has more than enough votes to become the 47th president, the country’s second female president, and the first out LGBTQ president. Folks, this is a historic moment.”

The rest of the commentator’s words were drowned out in a roar of cheering as Cat strode out on stage in front of a room packed full of her supporters. Miniature American flags waved in outstretched hands. Red, white, and blue balloons bobbed through the air above them and fell, scattering across the stage. And rainbow confetti—the one “fun” choice Cat had allowed Kara—floated down from the ceiling. Cat kept one hand on Carter’s arm, her other hand clutched in Kara’s, her fingers trembling slightly, still not quite sure whether she could believe the results. After all, it had only been four years ago when she had walked out on stage to give a rather different speech after a long night of contested results and too-close-to-call-it-yet moments that finally ended after 4 in the morning with a slightly uncertain calling of the election for General Lane.

“It’s real,” Kara murmured, and Cat squeezed her hand just a little harder at the reminder that Kara had always been the one to know exactly what she needed to hear. With a quick peck for Kara and a tight hug for Carter, Cat strode forward to the podium, waving at the crowds and calling out her thanks until the tumultuous applause finally died down. She smiled as it quieted, adjusting the microphone and glancing down at the speech she had prepared, hoping but not quite believing she would have reason for it this time.

“Thank you!” Cat shook her head the slightest amount, still wondering if perhaps it was all some dream she would wake up from, finding the election night still to come. “Thank you all for your support and your donations and your hours and hours of tireless campaigning. And now—now we’re here.”

Kara threw an arm around Carter’s shoulders as they watched and listened from the wings, cheering and laughing and clapping at the lines they had listened to Cat practice the night before. “She’s pretty great, huh?” Kara whispered, earning a low chuckle from Carter.

“Think I can get off work tomorrow since my mom’s president and all?”

Kara shrugged her shoulders. “I’m calling off work tomorrow with a case of First-Lady-itis.”

With a snort, Carter shook his head. “You’re the boss. Of course you can call out.”

Not that Kara took off many days. Or any days, really. After the last campaign ended, she had turned down several offers to return to the Senate as a chief of staff or to manage another campaign. The work with Cat had been enjoyable and meaningful, but after watching and living through the dirty smear campaigns and invasive personal attacks, Kara decided she needed to step back and return to the kind of work that had inspired her to turn to politics in the first place. After a year as a senior researcher at one of DC’s progressive think tanks, Kara had applied for grants and gotten seed money from L-Corp’s philanthropic arm to found an NGO dedicated to advancing alien rights and promoting interspecies dialogue—something she saw an increasingly urgent need for in the face of the Lane administration’s attempts to roll back protective measures like the Alien Amnesty Act. But now the country seemed ready to arc back toward justice, and Kara knew, no matter how late they were out that night, she would head into the office for at least an hour or two the next day to be sure they had put out a statement about Cat’s victory.

By the time Cat finished with the speech and started working her way through seemingly countless interviews with the press, most people finally headed home, leaving the large venue quiet after a night of nervous chatter and raucous applause. At a certain point, Carter snuck in for a hug and yet another congratulations while Cat was between interviews, excusing himself to get a nap in before he had to fly back to the West coast.

James likewise caught an early flight back to California after Cat sent him off with a teasing admonishment to “keep my legacy alive, Jimmy.” Even with assurances that he had CatCo’s best reporters on it and had vetted the proofs of the front page himself, James still ended up heading back out, sighing about how the work of a CEO was never done.

Around the time the sun was beginning to rise, bathing the city in a soft pink light, Kara found a very drunk Alex and an only marginally more sober Maggie making out behind the bar and celebrating the return of a liberal to the White House. After taking a few photos for posterity’s sake, Kara shuffled them outside and instructed two of the hired security guards to take them back to their house, leaving them both with stern reminders to drink plenty of water.

“Can you take us to Shake Shack?” Alex slurred as she flopped into the back seat behind Maggie. “They got great fries. Maggie likes fries. Didja know that? Veg’tarians can have fries at burger places.”

“We’ll get you fries at some point today,” Kara promised as she shut the door behind Alex, rolling her eyes as Maggie dropped her head into Alex’s lap, already half asleep.

While Kara waited for Cat to finish her final interviews, she scrolled through her texts and emails, smiling at all the happy messages waiting for her from Eliza, who promised that she had been watching live from the Grant campaign headquarters in California, and Winn, who included several photos of Americans following the coverage in Germany with the caption: “SO PROUD OF YOU!! Time to go: they’re buying shots. Gonna be so hungover for day 3 of the conference…”

Kara’s phone rang with a call from Lucy and Vasquez as Cat sat down with the last of the interviews that Jasmine had arranged. With a little wave to Cat, Kara gestured at her phone and the back corner of the room before wandering away from the cameras to take it. As she slid her finger across the screen, she couldn’t help the excited squeal. “Good news?”

“Double good news!” Vasquez cheered. “Don’t think we didn’t watch the coverage just because we couldn’t be there in person.”

“Little asshole had to choose the most inconvenient time to arrive,” Lucy grumbled in the background, earning a loud bark of laughter from Vasquez.

“Don’t mind her. She’s still a little grumpy from the 18 hours of labor.”

“‘A little grumpy?’” Kara had to hold the phone away from her face as Lucy yelled. “You try shoving a 7-pound lump out of your—”

“Congratulations!” Kara cut in.

“Thank you!” they both called back, and Kara had to chuckle at the dramatic shift in tone.

“Got a name?”

“Nope.”

“He’s baby X for now.”

“And he’s really fucking cute.”

“Okay, well, he’s kinda weird-looking, but they promise that he’ll be looking a little less alien in a couple of days. No offense, Kara.”

“None taken. I guess.”

“He’s so little. Did you know how little they are?”

“But he’s got, like, these itty-bitty fingernails and everything. Like…he’s a full human, only miniature.”

“But with big blue eyes. I don’t think they’ll stay blue, but they’re beautiful for now.”

“And so much hair. I kinda hope it falls out…might be nice to start again without a big shaggy mop of it.”

“They said it would.”

Kara snorted at the back-and-forth, wondering how long the two of them had been awake at that point. “I think Cat’s wrapping up, so I should probably go, but congratulations again!”

“Congrats to Cat too!” Vasquez cheered.

“Yes! About damn time.”

“Hopefully we’ll make it out to see the baby in the next couple of days, if you don’t mind a big team of security stalking out the perimeter of your house.”

“Go for it. And you know, if they want to take out the trash or pick up some diapers while they’re at it, I hear we’re gonna want all the extra help we can get.”

“Well I’m sure baby X’s godmothers will be more than happy to babysit once they’ve recovered from their collective hangover from hell,” Kara snickered.

“That bad?”

“Oh, I took pictures. Don’t worry.”

Lucy let out a little hum. “Can always count on you for that.”

“I think I might save these ones for the next big birthday party, though…” Kara grinned at the thought of the sheer number of humiliating photos she had saved up for that moment. “Anyway, I’ll let you go, but have a safe trip home from the hospital and give baby X a kiss for me okay?”

“Of course!”

Once Kara hung up, she ambled back over to where Cat was gathering her things and stretching after too many hours spent standing in heels. Throwing Cat’s bag over her shoulder, Kara extended her free hand. “Can I take you home, President Grant?”

“Please.”

December 2024

“God, accounting for a security detail for the president-elect is such a pain in the ass,” Alex grumbled as she pulled out the pegs of the seating chart for what felt like the hundredth time.

Maggie laughed as she wrapped her arms around Alex’s waist and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Still better than accounting for the security detail of the actual president, isn’t it?”

“Oh yes, because bumping up the timeline for the wedding by four months was so much easier.”

“You’re the one who insisted on having Kara as your maid of honor, and you can’t just not invite her wife.”

“We should have gotten married before them.”

“Please, you had so much fun giving Kara shit for U-Hauling with Cat after only a year. You wouldn’t have given that up for a slightly easier go of it ourselves.”

Alex let out a long sigh. “Maybe not.” After a moment she added, “But I still think Kara should be doing some of this work.”

“Well then tell her so over dinner.”

“Oh yeah, let’s think about how that’ll go. Hey, Kara? Be a dear. In between running an organization and preparing to move into the White House and making decisions about the inauguration and the ball, could you also figure out this seating chart?”

“You forgot to add in that we could really use the extra time for ourselves since your fiancée is kind of irresistible.”

“Mm yes. That too.” Alex’s eyes fluttered shut as Maggie kissed her softly, their hands twining together.

A knock at the door interrupted them. “Coming,” Alex called out, squeezing Maggie’s hand one last time before making her way over to the front door. She swung it open to reveal Lucy and Vasquez, both of them looking a little worn for wear. Lucy had a diaper bag slung over her shoulder, and Vasquez held an infant carseat in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other.

“Hey! Come in, come in, it’s so good to see you.”

They followed Alex inside, waving at Maggie as she rounded the corner. As Vasquez set the carseat on the ground, Lucy grimaced at the sound of a little whimper.

Alex leaned forward, unbuckling the straps and lifting the baby up, settling him into the crook of her elbow as she cooed at him. “Oh, come here, little Alex. Your godmother’s got you.”

Lucy pursed her lips and glared. “It’s A.J.”

“Mm, but I believe one of those names could be shorted to Alex. And really, I’m still so flattered that you named your son after me.”

Vasquez’s lips twitched as Lucy groaned. “It was a family name.”

“Say whatever you want to, Luce, but me and little Alex are always gonna know the truth.”

Lucy raised her eyebrows at Maggie. “She’s insufferable, you know that, right?”

“Considering we’re getting married in a couple weeks, I think I know that by now.” Maggie raised herself up to her tip-toes to kiss away the crinkle in Alex’s forehead. “But I love you more than anything.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I’m holding a baby.”

“And you’re welcome to borrow him anytime you want.”

Vasquez shook her head. “She says that now, but she’s secretly a big softie with him at home.”

Before Lucy could respond, the sound of several SUVs pulling up drew their attention outside. “Cat’s here!” Alex called out. “Maggie, can you deal with the security team?”

Eventually Cat and Kara made it inside, and after a round of passing A.J. around to everyone, Lucy got him to fall asleep in his carseat in time for dinner. When she got back, Vasquez patted the seat next to her, throwing her arm around Lucy’s shoulders and kissing her temple.  

Alex raised her glass in the air. “A toast to little Alex!”

“Also known as A.J.,” Maggie chimed in, winking at Vasquez across the table as they clinked their glasses.

“And to the soon-to-be-married couple for hosting us tonight,” Cat added, earning another round of clinking glasses.

“And, excuse me, let’s not fucking forget,” Lucy cut in, “to the next President of the United States of America.”

“Cheers!” the table chorused.

“Here’s to an overdue victory!”

“And eight long years in the White House!”

[genebelcher]

a very informal breakdown of the first bobs burgers movie trailer

the second trailer for the bobs movie dropped today so i'm gonna do a breakdown of that after this one (probably over two posts because there was So Much) but FINALLY took some screencaps of important-looking moments and im gonna post my thoughts/theories about them below the cut! don't look under the read more if you don't want to see any pics from the trailer (ik some people like to avoid spoilers entirely), or if you don't want to load a bunch of images right now (i have like two dozen screenshots im going to analyze lmao). also fair warning i just screencapped these from youtube on my phone and didnt crop out the borders or the channel bug in the corner

(also pls dont rb this bc there’s a lot of people on this hellsite that i do not want interacting with me, there’s a reason i didn’t put this post in the main tags, just wanted to get my thoughts out somewhere)

ALRIGHT SO the trailer starts with a sexy burger king parody which i did not screencap because there's not really anything to analyze there it's just a (really funny) gag

i bet this scene takes place after the sinkhole shut down the restaurant. why else would they be selling burgers on a cart outside wonder wharf otherwise? also sexy bikini burger linda is rly funny to me

i just wanna point out the thing gene is holding. we see it a bunch throughout the two trailers. it looks like a napkin dispenser with a spoon strapped to the top (or side) and i’m betting this is another improvised musical instrument (see also: tina and louise doing percussion with straws in cups in s5e17)

aerial shot of the kids in a mobile home park/rv park, we see this location several times in the trailers but i don’t remember seeing it before in the show. it’d make sense that there’s a couple mobile home parks in seymour’s bay, it’s possible some of the kids’ schoolmates live there? we see it more, and especially in the second trailer we see it more so i’ll save other thoughts for that post.

this may be from the scene where the sinkhole caves in and a geyser of water (probably a busted water main?) rises up out of it, but the interesting thing i wanted to point out is teddy’s sailor cap. it might be his from when he was in the navy but we also see felix in a sailor uniform later in the trailer...is there a connection perhaps?

same mobile home park, and a kiddie pool full of rubber ducks. idk what’s up with them but there’s a duck in the poster and at the wondercon panel they were giving out rubber duck pins.

the belchers in their living room reacting to something. this is out of left field, but hear me out: what if the big reveal in the movie is that bob is somehow related to the fischoeders? he apparently looks like calvin and felix’s dad, and since his mom figures into the plot in some way, they could be related on bob’s mom’s side of the family. it’s probably more likely that they’re reacting to something on the news but this felt like the most natural place to bring up my big theory

the kids investigating the sinkhole. we see this more in the second trailer but i noticed during my screencapathon that tina is videotaping. i wonder why?

calvin twisting a statue’s nipples to reveal a secret passage or some shit. idk this + a bunch of moments towards the trailer’s end (and in the second trailer) make me more inclined to think he’s heavily involved in the mystery/arc of the movie and not just b/c he’s bob’s landlord and the property they rent is right next to an enormous sinkhole

i don’t doubt that the itty bitty ditty committee (or another band led by gene) could actually perform during the movie but i feel like this particular scene is gene’s fantasy sequence. he LOVES robots (see: his idea of “robot college” in s2e2, the “robot cannibals” poster on the wall in his room, him and alex wanting to be robot djs in s12e5, in the 2021 comic con panel they discussed that the s12 finale is going to take place largely in tina’s robot-laden blade runner-esque friend fiction and gene, being a Robot Guy, will have Opinions), plus the floating city ufo thing does not look like something that would exist in the reality of bob’s burgers; they tend to stick to things that Could exist and anything supernatural-seeming usually has a mundane explanation. the fischoeders are rich but i don’t think even they could afford a floating city

not sure what’s going on here but i’m guessing this is wonder wharf storage based on all the carnival supplies. maybe this is where they got all those rubber ducks? also why would the kids be with calvin and felix...but not bob or linda...maybe it’s confirmation bias but until i have more context this feels like it COULD support my belcher-fischoeder relative theory or at least that they’re involved with the mystery arc. also there he is, sailor felix. no idea why he’s wearing that but it is oh so cute

likewise, they’re at felix’s treehouse here, wonder why... i’m guessing that pulley is for his dirty dishes (and possibly meals in general?) like a dumbwaiter, since he’s also got a catapult for his dirty laundry. maybe the kids got kicked out but louise is gonna try and zipline back down the wire to sneak back in?

louise’s kuchi kopi imagination scenes apparently figure into the plot to some extent...

happy bob and linda :) love to see it. might be pre-sinkhole or after the resolution?

HE’S SO CUTE <3333 wonder whether he’s at a store or this is in his bedroom/closet? either would make sense

aaaaaand bookending the trailer, the food cart and sexy burger linda. not much more to say about this without discussing the second trailer so...better get started on that post, right? 😜

[fmdjoosung]

hiya i’m demi (she/they, pt) and this is sung, aka choi joosung, stage name sun, main dancer of candy. her stage name sums up at least three quarters of who she is, but there’s more info under the cut. you can also read more about her on her pinterest, bio, public profile, private profile, and claims

personality

my fave part of sungs profile are the sims 4 traits so i’m copying them here: cheerful, creative, romantic, bookworm, music lover, childish, dance machine, slob, squeamish, family oriented, good, insider, outgoing, proper

to expand more on this, sung is excitable. she takes an inch and gives a mile, which can be nice in some situations, but especially as a child it caused her to push potential friends away by being Too Much. as she’s aged, she’s learned to tone this down, but it’s still a work in progress

the claps and bursts out when laughing type

the sends you personal holiday and birthday cards type

sends you 30 texts in a row type

loves reading, scrapbooking, cats, coffee shop & pop music

adores pink and yellow and will be wearing one and/or the other whenever possible

likes anything Cute, clothes or otherwise

in many ways, a pretty traditionally feminine type of girl. she likes being ~pretty, has been cooking from a young age, likes playing homemaker, is very emotional, like jesus the amount that this gorl can cry... you’d think she’d run out eventually, but Nope

tries to be optimistic when possible. brains aren’t always that nice, and sung deals with those struggles too. but she’s a big advocate for talking about your feelings and feeling your feelings so they can be expelled and go away healthily. she tries to observe that as well, but she’s not as good at talking about her deepest non happy emotions, and tends to curl inward in those times. every other emotion level Will be shared and worn on her sleeve though, even to strangers lmao

very physically affectionate. she’s not Particularly careful about gender divides with this, and it applies to anyone she considers a friend, which honestly doesn’t take much

she comes from a very traditional and devout catholic family, though, and it’s framed a lot of her ways of thinking. especially when she was younger, she had mindsets like the ‘love you, but not your lifestyle’ and needed to break out of that when she was exposed to more queer people through the industry

she also has decently strong opinions on things like over-drinking, smoking, sleeping around, and can be a little judgmental over those things

for the most part, she doesn’t ever intend to start arguments. she wants to get on with everyone. one of few times she’s full on cold to someone is if they’re an ex of a close friend who treated them badly, because she’s very loyal and ‘if you hate them i hate them’ type of friend

also unfortunately het. i’m as disappointed as the rest of u

background

sung was born with a fraternal twin to parents that owned an itty bitty restaurant together. and it’s very bob’s burgers they barely scraped by

but when sung was about ~9, her dad caught some luck, and was always away from home doing business meetings for the shop. then by the time sung was 10, the whole family packed up to start building a chain for their restaurant

sung already struggled making friends before moving, but moving made it a bit worse. she became an idol fan as an escape, and started dancing because of it

when she was 17, her family settled down in seoul as a new permanent location, and sung saw it as her opportunity to be the idol she’d dreamt she could be over the last 6 years of dancing

her luck wouldn’t be the Greatest, though, as she’d fall into a scam for a couple of months

she developed higher standards for checking for scams, started training at a real company, but had to find out through an article online that the company had shut down

her parents wanted her to give up, but up to that point, she’d only auditioned for smaller companies because of the higher success rate. she presented a plan to audition for only the top five companies, and they eventually agreed to that

however, it still took a year of auditioning for bc ent to accept her

and when she was accepted, she didn’t train for long at all before being put on candy shop, then straight to debut

career/image

sung’s public persona isn’t very different from who she is. like with most idols, she has to put on a happy face even when she’s not feeling so hot, but beyond that, who she is, is what the public sees

she’s a sunshine/vitamin archetype

her appeal as an idol according to the public has three main sections. at the top, personality, then second is her looks, and third would be dancing

though she really enjoyed candy shop (as a fan of healthy competitiveness, aka mostly against herself) it introduced her to the public and made her aware that what she’s most proud of (dancing) is less important to the public than her looks. she has always worried people will value her looks for over who she is, so while i think personality wins over looks, i don’t think sung sees it that way, and it’s a sore spot for her

being in candy in general is great for her, tho. she adores the music, the styling, the image, some of the choreo

so far she’s been a bit of a viral darling, and i think that will probably stick around

in her future career, she’ll have focuses mostly on modelling and choreography methinks, so if anyone would like a choreographer, hit sung up

plots

sung’s fave group of all is lily so anything around her being starry eyed. maybe it makes for a nice successful fan connection or your muse doesn’t fit sung’s expectations and it breaks sung’s rose tinted glasses

she’s also a fan of idols and the idol world in general tho! she has favorites, but even if she isn’t a big fan of your group, she probably knows your choreography. could be your muse thinks she’s a bigger fan than she is because of clips of her dancing to their songs, or she genuinely is a big fan, or they do challenge videos together a lot

negative plots are great since they’re not all that common with a sung type! men who’ve done her dirty, people she’s been judgmental to, people who get turned away by her overwhelming and sudden affection/ex friends for similar reasons, or maybe the practice room monster she turns into rubs someone the wrong way at one point

late 2019 to 2022, i have in my head that sung would be dating, but i’ve left what this time looks like as an open plot. so, this could be multiple relationships one after the next, or a three year relationship. if someone wants to take up a current plot, i have this Thot... hear me out. so she’s dating this person for some amount of time and for some reason, they break up real time in-verse and because she felt the most in luv w this person over anyone else she’s dated, it hits hard, and she makes decisions that breach her morals (aka full sleepin w someone when up to this point she’d have been a ‘technical’ virg to appease her own religious rules) this could all be talked about more in depth in dms since this is getting quite long, but it’s the first storyline i have in mind for sung personally

piggybacking off of that with a smaller one would be if somehow someone is close friends with an ex of sung’s and thinks poorly of sung for moving on so quickly, since i think it’s been like... max two weeks for almost every guy she’s been with before she starts dating another

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

I Know Your Brother (Part 3)

Summary: The reader is pulled out of Hell accidentally by Sam Winchester who’s wondering where his brother is…

Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Sam x Omega!reader

Word Count: 3,700ish

Warnings: language

“Shit, I hoped he’d be home by now,” said Sam, sitting you down at a chair in a library, your body exhausted after the long drive but thankfully your medicine was keeping most everything else at bay.

“I died in St. Louis. It’s not that far from here,” you said, Sam nodding.

“We’ll head out in the morning. Maybe he passed out in the shower or some corner of the bunker. Let me check first,” he said, walking away and down a hall. You plunked your head down on the table, sighing to yourself for a few minutes, stirring up enough energy to lift it when you heard Sam come back.

A very dirty Dean Winchester standing right across from you was not what you were expecting.

“Dean?” you asked. You stood up, his head whipping around and back at the front door. “Dean are you okay?”

“Oh, this day just keeps getting better and better,” he said, reaching a hand behind his back, pulling out a demon blade you and he were both well versed in. You barely dodged his first lunge and had your feet swept out from under you on his next move, your body crying out when your achy muscles hit the hard floor.

“Dean, just-”

“Payback? She’s a trifle bitch,” said Dean, hovering over top of you, pining your legs under his own, trapping both your wrists together in one of his. You cringed when you smelled the Alpha on him, hoping Sam came back soon. “Oh you have done so fucking much to me...fucking made me do all that shit just to get you off my back.”

“I got my punishment, okay? Please just let me go and I’ll leave,” you said, squiriming under him. Dean glared but cocked his head, taking a sharp inhale.

“Why the fuck do you smell like an Omega? You’re...how is that even possible?” asked Dean, his hold on the knife too close for comfort but him talking was better than getting torn apart.

“I don’t know. Why did we wake up in each other’s graves? I don’t know but please Dean, you know I didn’t want to do any of it. It’s the game we had to play to get by,” you said.

“Why don’t you get the fuck out of my house, out of my life, out of my head...and I won’t kill you, understand?” he asked, your head nodding furiously. He released you and you scrambled up, already on the move before he could change his mind. “Go. Now.”

You were on your fourth drink at some sleazy bar, trying to wash away the memory of Dean’s homecoming. Not until you were on your fourth did you think it was a bad idea to be out drinking when you didn’t have a motel room to go back to. Not until your fifth did you realize the bar was a little too quiet, that your neck was on full display for everyone that remained.

Or that alcohol negated the effect the suppresants had, only four very unsavory looking Alphas remaining behind with you.

No one made a fuss as you left, no one even followed until you were in the parking lot, your gut throbbing again at the pain of the heat.

“Need some help with that?” asked a voice behind you, your skin crawling.

“No,” you said, giving a thumbs up, trying your best to keep the alcohol from getting to your head.

“I said do you need some help with that, sugar?” said the voice again, multiple footsteps behind you.

“I think she said she was good,” barked Sam, your head turning to catch his car in the parking lot, his tall body getting out from the looks of it. “I’m here to pick you up, aren’t I?”

You figured being murdered by Dean was better than the alternative, Sam quickly shoving you in the car and ushering you back to the bunker.

“Do you have any idea how lucky you are that there is only one bar within walking distance? That I came there and saved your ass again? You’re Omega now, Y/N. You got to be smart about this crap,” he said.

“Awesome,” you said, climbing out, heading down the steps to the front door, flinging it open. “Hey Dean! I’m back in case you want to kill me now!”

“What? Why would he ever…” asked Sam, right on your heels as you wandered down the steps and over to Dean, freshly cleaned up and enjoying a nice burger.

“Hi,” you said, poking him in the cheek, Dean scrunching up his face. “Well...you going to stab me now or what?”

“She is fucking drunk,” said Dean, pushing you away and back into Sam. “I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Dean...why does she think you want to kill her?” asked Sam.

“Because I put him on the rack and poked around a little and then a lot and then...I helped break him. I broke Dean Winchester. And then he started learning and then we gave it back and forth all the time and I basically have ripped him to shreds, piece by itty bitty piece more times than you can count,” you said, staring blankly at Dean. “Right?”

“Wrong,” said Dean, your head cocking. “The first day you said you were going to hurt Sam if you ever got out and I’m not convinced you weren’t let go on purpose.”

“Why would I want to kill Sam? He’s so pretty,” you said, leaning back into Sam’s chest. “He makes me feel all funny inside, like a good funny. I think it’s the Omega stuff but he takes care of me even though he doesn’t like me and he’s just nice and I really needed that, you know? You and me both, we just need someone nice. You’re so lucky to have him around all the time,” you said, looking back at Sam with a smile. “Where’s your bathroom? I think I’m gonna throw up a bottle of cheap wine very soon.”

“Okay,” said Sam, moving you out of the room and down a hall quickly, getting you into a bathroom just in time.

“Wow, your bathroom is really clean for a couple of dudes,” you said. Sam sighed and grabbed you a towel, wiping off your face when you finished, telling you to stay put. He returned with a tee shirt that was too big and a pair of sweatpants that were way too long.

“Take a shower, get dressed and then I’m putting you in a bed until you sober up and can keep your medicine down,” he said. “Got all that?”

“These pants smell weird,” you said, dropping them on the ground. “Your pants please.”

“Dean’s shorter and you’re already going to be swimming in them,” said Sam, picking them back up. “You’re-“

“Are you mad about something? Your face is all frowny. You should make it smiley,” you said, nodding your head. “Hey, tell Dean I’m sorry? I was mean to him...I think. Or he was mean to me...I’m not sure actually…”

“Shower, clothes, bed,” said Sam. “I’ll be back.”

You woke up the next day with an awful headache but you were in a bed and assumed everything was alright, not that you could remember much after your bathroom excursion.

“Morning sunshine,” grumbled Dean, bumping into you in the hall, stumbling back on his feet. “After miss drunk and disorderly by all means.”

“I need a drink,” you said, Dean putting a hand on your shoulder and guiding you down a hall, turning into what appeared to be a kitchen.

“Stick to water for today, tiger,” he said, pouring a glass and setting it down. “It’s not poisoned or anything.”

“What’s with the nice guy thing? Twelve hours ago you had a knife in my face,” you said.

“You're a little unstable when you just get out of Hell, you know?” asked Dean, taking a seat across from you. “You made some pretty convincing threats downstairs and I overreacted so...I’m sorry. We finally going to be on the same side of things?”

“I want Sam,” you said, rubbing your arm. “You’re just...I need Sam please.”

“He’s not home right now. He left a note he’s out getting lunch for us,” said Dean. “What’s wrong? You need your medicine?”

You nodded and he left, coming back a few minutes later with it. It took a while to kick in but Dean saw how you wouldn’t stop fidgeting in your seat.

“You’re Omega now,” said Dean, leaning back against the counter, giving you some much needed space. “So you’re-“

“Yes, I’m scared hence why I need Sam,” you said. “He makes me feel better.”

“I was gonna say you didn’t deserve that to happen to you. Coming back is rough enough but that? I don’t know if I could handle it,” said Dean, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ve done awful things. I deserve much worse,” you said.

“No you don’t. Shit, you might have been the most cutthroat, ruthless, just pure awful person I met in hell...but you somehow...somehow you had hope and wanted to talk at the end of the day and you just never turned an ounce of demon which pissed them off. So if you can get through that, fifty years and not turn, you got this little Omega thing,” he said. “Sammy, you can stop lurking by the door too.”

“Well this seemed like a vast improvement over last night so I figured to let you keep talking,” said Sam, carrying a bag in, setting a container in front of you. “Hell thing one and thing two not going to try and kill each other today?”

“No,” said Dean, nodding his head. “I uh...friends right, Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you said, offering him a small smile. 

“Good. Sammy, you got any clue why Y/N suddenly...changed? Or how you pulled her out in the first place? Or just me out even?” asked Dean, flipping open his box and digging in to what looked like a huge greasy burrito.

“Well, it was Enochian. The spell wasn’t too complicated, supposed to grab your soul and put it back in your body. Y/N maybe you tagged-”

“Oh, that bastard!” you shouted, Dean groaning when the same thought crossed his mind. “He...Alastair...he said he was going to...shit, he actually did it?”

“Guys...not all of us went to Hell 101. What did Alastair do exactly?” asked Sam, Dean snapping his fingers.

“No wonder you don’t smell good to me for an Omega!” said Dean. “Shit...oh shit, you don’t think that’s what made you Omega, do you?”

“I have a bad feeling it is,” you said, Dean standing up.

“We need a drink,” said Dean. “On second thought, she doesn’t. Me though...”

“Hell Twins, some input would be nice,” said Sam, rolling his eyes.

“Alastair...he didn’t like that Dean and I didn’t...turn quite as quickly as he hoped, that we kept our humanity. We did some shit but never went demon side. He never sat us down and explained it because that wasn’t his style but he did something to us, bonding us I guess,” said Dean.

“Like I would feel better, the worse I dug into Dean and vice versa...something to make us get on that fast track plan he wanted. Maybe it’s why I came along for the ride...Dean and I are tied together...” you said. “He’s an Alpha and that bond forced me to be Omega to make it more...permament I suppose.”

“Not happening,” said Dean, waving his hands. “Sammy, you can have this one. She’s practically in love with you anyways.”

“Am not!” you said, glaring at Dean. “He’s attractive and smells like...I can’t even describe how good he smells but I’m not in love with him.”

“Ah, so you’re just horny,” said Dean.

“Takes one to know one,” you said.

“Touche,” he shot back. “Saddle up Sammy.”

“Dean, that’s enough,” barked Sam, both your heads whipping up at him. “She’s uncomfotable enough as it is without you piling on.”

“I guess other people aren’t used to how quickly we can turn it on and off, huh?” said Dean.

“Yeah...” said Sam, nodding his head. “Whatever Alastair did, let’s see if we can undo it, get Y/N back to being an Alpha, huh?”

One Week Later

“Y/N?” asked Sam, knocking on the open door of your new bedroom. You grunted from where you lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “How you holding up?”

“If you break the bond, I go back to being an Alpha but there’s a good chance I get shoved back in hell,” you said. “I’m just dandy today, Sam.”

“I think it’s too big of a risk to take to undo it. There doesn’t seem to be any negative effect of the bond up here. You and Dean are getting along, acting like siblings practically. Is it...something you think you can live with?” asked Sam.

“The bond doesn’t bother me. I don’t know how to be Omega though. I don’t know about heat signs and ways to reduce it and how fucking submissive I just want to be around an Alpha sometimes and it’s terrifying,” you said. Sam plopped down on the bed, his head near yours with a soft smile.

“Tough Hell girl...survived fifty years like it was nothing...you’re going to be okay. You remember those guys at the mall, the bar? Not all Alphas are assholes, like you know, and not all Omega’s are submissive. You’re strong, Y/N. Just...learn about your heats and how to prepare and you’ll do just fine,” said Sam. 

“Do I have to go now?” you asked, turning your head, Sam’s face scrunched up. “We have to keep the bond and having an Omega around here surely isn’t going to be fun for you guys. I should leave and try to figure out how to get back to it all, huh.”

“We’d like you to stay, Y/N,” said Sam softly. “Come and go as you like but if you decide to leave, the door’s always open...I’d like it if you stayed though.”

“I don’t have much else place to go,” you said. 

“Y/N,” said Sam. “Not that it’s my business...but how’d you end up in Hell? Dean made a deal but you’re not a bad person...you didn’t-”

“I was on a hunt and I made a mistake and a kid got hurt. More than hurt. I made a deal and he was fine and I’m okay with the fact I did that,” you said.

“You sold your soul for some random kid?” said Sam.

“Yup,” you said, closing your eyes. You were both quiet, Sam’s scent filling up your room. Your heat had passed a few days back but it still made you feel good, made you want to be around him all of the time.

His scent was stronger than you were used to though and you felt his breath fan over your face. You blinked open your eyes and saw his head was right next to yours. 

“Since you used to be Alpha and all, you know what the true mate thing is supposed to feel like to us, right?” asked Sam.

“Yeah,” you said. “Why?”

“Do you know what it’s like for an Omega?” he asked.

“Um...” you said, searching your brain for it, knowing you must have learned about it in school. “It’s supposed to be like...spontaneous heats and wanting to be near the Alpha I think?”

“Uh huh,” said Sam. “Sound like anyone you know lately?”

“I was an Alpha, Sam. My true mate was always supposed to be an Omega,” you said.

“You don’t know that. A female Alpha, you were already a rarity. You could have...” said Sam. “I just know that I told you I’d keep you safe until you got a hold of this thing...and I’ll keep you safe after that too if you want.”

“I need some time to think Sam,” you said.

“Of course.”

Three Months Later

“Y/N,” said Sam, patting your face roughly. “Come on, wake up, Y/N.”

“I’m not unconsious,” you groaned, blinking open your eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Step in front of me like that? Yeah, you shouldn’t have genius. You’re in the middle of a heat and hunting is hard enough when you’re healthy,” said Sam, helping you to your feet. “We’re lucky Dean got the thing.”

“Just a little being thrown through a wall, nothing I can’t handle,” you said, falling face first into his chest, taking a deep breath. “I need to lay down for awhile and rest.”

“I’m going to stay with you tonight, make sure you’re okay,” said Sam.

The trip back to the motel was routine, Dean and Sam doing their usual patch up jobs in their room, Sam walking you back to your own room, always trying to give you your space when you needed it. But Sam staying was something he hadn’t done yet and you knew the hunt scared him.

“Y/N, you sure you’re okay? That was a hard hit earlier,” said Sam, throwing a blanket over you in bed. “Why’d you even do it? It wouldn’t have hurt me that bad.”

“Alpha,” you yawned, patting the other side of the bed.

“Huh?” he asked, sitting down, brushing some hair from your face. “You sure you didn’t hit your head, Y/N?”

“My Alpha,” you said, fumbling for his hand until you found it. “Just...instinct took over.”

“Y/N, I’m not your Alpha,” said Sam. “I thought you didn’t belive the true mate stuff after that talk.”

“No, you’re my Alpha,” you said, popping open an eye. “Pretty obvious at this point. Why don’t we skip the stupid crap and get down to it finally?”

“Y/N, sweetie,” said Sam, his hands on your shoulders, sitting you up right. “Look at my finger and-”

“Sam, I don’t have a concussion,” you said, swatting it down. “I’m just admitting to myself what I’ve known for months. I have been scared of every Alpha I ever met at some point. Except for you, even when I crawled out of that grave. I just knew you had my back somehow.”

“Y/N, you’re mid heat and you know your hormones get all out of whack,” said Sam. “You’re not thinking this through. The rational Y/N doesn’t want-”

“This is the rational Y/N,” you said, moving his hands away, sliding you body into his lap. You cupped his face with your palms, staring him down. “I am Omega and that’s not changing. But I feel normal around you. I don’t feel like any of those stereotypes apart from the fact I really, really can’t help thinking about you sometimes. I’m Omega and no one’s going to tell me what to do, no one. Except for my Alpha because I trust him, completely and wholly. Being able to be small and needy with you, it doesn’t make me weak. It makes me so freaking strong to have that connection with you and we aren’t even together. Sam, don’t you ever feel like that too?”

“God yes,” he said, grabbing your face and smashing it against his, his lips much softer than you imagined. “You’re sure this is you talking? Not your heat or being scared?”

“It’s me Sammy. Now let’s finally go for it.”

“Morning,” yawned Dean, waving at you when you met up at Baby the next morning. You gave him a smile back, Dean chuckling to himself. 

“What?” you asked.

“It’s about time was all,” said Dean, waving at Sam when he came out with your bags. “Y/N’s heat seems to be going much better than last time, hm?”

“Yup,” said Sam, giving Dean a smirk. “How long have you known?”

“Well the second Y/N walked out she smelled like you almost. The mark kind of gave it away too, Sammy boy,” said Dean.

“What can I say, not having to see your ugly mug crawl out of a grave might have been one of the best things to happen to me,” said Sam, flashing Dean smile. 

“Shut up,” he said, climbing into the front seat, Sam laughing as he tossed your things in the back. 

“So...feel any different?” asked Sam.

“For the hundredth time, yes and no,” you said. “It’s more like my old self again but...nicer.”

“Just asking,” said Sam, wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “My Omega.”

“My Alpha,” you said, Sam nodding his head. 

“Yes, I most certainly am.”