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senashenta · 5 months ago

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Title: Horror High

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: NC-17 (in future chapters)

Warnings: Sex, Violence

Summary: John Winchester plants his eldest son at Caspar High in Jacksonville because weird things have been happening there: people disappearing. People reappearing only dead and drained of all their bodily fluids. Cocoons. It’s up to Dean to figure out what’s stalking Caspar’s halls and deal with it accordingly; but then he meets the New Kid—newer than him, even, the New-New Kid—Castiel Novak, and all his plans get severely derailed. Now Dean has to juggle the supernatural case—a really hungry jorogumo—and also the fact that he’s very quickly falling in love, something that is absolutely forbidden by his dad.

Meanwhile Castiel, shoved into the third new school in a year because his adoptive father—Chuck Shurley’s—job has them moving around a lot, struggles to fit in at Caspar High, not only because he’s the New Kid but because he’s the weird New Kid. Dean seems like a saving grace, a harbor in a storm, someone who doesn’t judge him—that is until Cas finds out about Dean’s night job. Cas’s life just got a whole lot stranger—but that doesn’t stop him from falling for Dean, regardless.

Notes: This is my first time writing Destiel OR SPN (though I have written SPN AU in other fandoms) so please bear with me while I get my footing.

Also HH was originally supposed to be like a 10-page one-shot and the next thing I knew it was 79-pages-of-11-pt-Arial-and-counting and I was looking for places to divide it for chapters so. Yeah. This storyline kind of just took over my brain and became a THING.

Top Dean and Bottom Cas which I know is the reverse of how 90% of the fandom writes them, but I am tentatively planning a sequel to HH (depending on how well it does or doesn’t go over) that will flip them around so be patient shhhh.

Cas is younger than Dean in this AU by like… six months. Dean’s official birthday is January 24th, and I used Jimmy Novak’s birthday for Cas, which is July 10th. Since they’re both in the same grade that makes Cas younger. Just accept it and move on.

I have never been to Jacksonville or Florida, so everything contained within this fic is completely fictitious; business names, street names, school names, place names, everything except Jacksonville, Florida itself. :D

ALSO, before anyone corrects me on stuff, I am CANADIAN and I know the CANADIAN high school system/curriculum. I really have very little idea of how the US school system/classes work so like. I’m just making it up as I go. :D;; (Literally how many classes do US high school students have in a day?? Up here it’s FOUR.)

Please excuse my interpretation of jorogumos, I took a LOT of liberties.

Chapter Two will be posted next Friday, if you're into that sort of thing. You can also read this HERE on AO3.

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HORROR HIGH Chapter One By Senashenta

Dean Winchester crept up the steps of Caspar High School in Jacksonville, Florida, and ducked under the line of police tape that marked off the area, heading for the little tent that had been erected just to the side of the building, near the bushes. The whole scene was theoretically being guarded by the police—but the officer they had left behind was asleep in his police car out front.

Bang up job, Jacksonville P.D.

That aside, Dean was good at his job, so sneaking into a crime scene was no big deal for him, guarded or not. And this was just your basic body check, there wouldn’t be any fighting or anything to wake the cop up—or that was the theory, anyway. (Even if there was, it wouldn’t be his first time being caught and or arrested, either, but they would probably just chalk it up to him being a nosy kid regardless.)

This was the first time his Dad had trusted him enough to drop him in a town to take care of a case alone. Of course, Sam was in Jacksonville with Dean while their Dad headed to Utah to look into a recent spate of killings there, but Sam was pretty much confined to school and the motel on this outing, as per their father’s orders. Still, Dean was going to be keeping a close eye on him: Sam had been known to rabbit in the past and he didn’t want to have to call his Dad and explain that he had lost his little brother (again.)

Now, Dean stealthily unzipped the tent flap and stepped inside, letting it fall closed behind himself.

What he was confronted with when his eyes adjusted to the darkness wasn’t a body so much as a cocoon, an oblong, rounded object the size of a person and wrapped in layers and layers of what looked almost like off-white cheesecloth or gauze. Dean leaned down and tapped at it with his fingers. It was soft, like silk.

Well that would explain why the police hadn’t taken the body away yet; there was no body, per se.

“Let’s see what’s inside you.”

Dean pulled the buck knife out of the back of his jeans, unsheathed it, and got to work cutting the cocoon open. The wrapping, though soft, was tough and sticky, hard to slice through, but eventually he hacked a seam lengthways along the cocoon, at which point he set his knife aside to pull the damned thing open.

Inside was the actual body; male, probably, and curled in on itself, shrivelled and desiccated and dried to a withered husk. At least it didn’t smell. Dean still made a face, even as he released the cocoon and picked up his knife, tucking it away again before exiting the little tent and heading off down the street, making for the motel he and Sam were staying at.

The Seafoam Motel wasn’t exactly high-class, but then none of the places they stayed at ever were. But it had walls and a roof, good locks on the door, it was cheap, and nobody asked too many questions about the occupants of the rooms, and those were all the important things. The Seafoam Motel ticked all the boxes for a financially strapped Hunter—and for his kids, too. Not that you would know it from Sam’s complaining.

At least it had wifi, the kid would have pitched an absolute fit if it hadn’t.

When he got back to the room the door was predictably locked (good job, Sammy), and Dean banged on it a couple of times, calling out, “Sammy, it’s me, open the door!”

After a moment of silence there was the sound of the chain lock and deadbolt being unlocked, and then the door was yanked open. Sam stepped aside to let Dean in and then closed and locked the door behind him, just like it had been drilled into him so many times in the past. “What’d you find?”

“Cocoon.”

“Come again?”

“Cocoon.” Dean repeated as he crossed the room, pulling his knife out and setting it on the little kitchenette table, then dropping into one of the rickety chairs. “You know, like the movie? The body was inside it. Wrapped up in this tough, sticky… I don’t know what. But it sure looked a hell of a lot like a cocoon to me.”

Sam was already heading for his laptop. “That gives us a place to start, at least.”

“Oh no, no no.” Dean headed him off at the pass, practically diving over and snatching the computer before Sam could get to it. “You’re not doing research all night, we have freaking school in the morning.” And then, “…I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Yeah, because you care about school.” Sam rolled his eyes and made a grab for the laptop, but Dean held it over his head where he couldn’t reach. “Dean.”

“I care about the girls at school.” He informed his brother with a grin, then added, “and it’s nearly two a.m., we’re going to bed. Research tomorrow. Sleep now. Besides, I have to check out the school some more anyway, just a cocoon isn’t going to give us much.”

Sam grumbled, eventually agreed, but still held his hand out for his computer. Dean deposited the laptop safely into his grasp and then started stripping down, falling into bed once he was in just his boxers and a t-shirt. “Get the lights, Sammy.”

Sam flicked the lights off with a long-suffering sigh.

-- --

Castiel Novak wasn’t having a great first day at Caspar High. He was relatively used to being the New Kid, his father’s job had them moving around a lot so he switched schools on a regular basis, but the hazing at Caspar was particularly mean spirited, he was finding, not to mention the building itself was an absolute maze, and he had been late for literally all of his morning classes simply because he hadn’t been able to find them and no one had been willing to help him out.

Now he was seated in the cafeteria, by himself but surrounded by the rest of the bustling student body, unsure what to really do with himself.

This wasn’t his first time being the New Kid. He and his father moved around a lot for his father’s job and Caspar High was the third school he’d transferred to since September. It was now January. His father promised that the moving would slow down, though; he could see how much it wore on Cas, even if the boy never said anything about it. He was going to start travelling for his seminars, instead, now that he felt Cas was old enough to stay home on his own. So Cas could potentially be at Caspar for a while.

He probably should have been worried about making friends. For most kids his age that would have been top priority, but Cas had always been a little different, and he thought he was fine on his own, if it came down to it, especially considering the first impression he was getting of the other students so far. It figured that the High School he was likely to actually graduate from would turn out to be full of nothing but jerks.

He was also possibly a little jaded from all the moving around he’d done in the past.

For the time being he just dug his lunch—a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, an apple and a bottle of water—out of his backpack, unwrapped the sandwich and began to pick little pieces of it off and eat them, rather than taking proper bites as he usually would. He wasn’t really all that hungry, considering there were at least a hundred pairs of eyes on him at the moment.

And then—

“HEY NEW KID!”

When Cas looked up, a basketball was flying at his face and he had no time to duck out of the way—but at the last possible second hands shot out of nowhere, snatching the ball out of the air before it could hit its’ target. Blue eyes blinked, and his head swivelled sideways to take in the stranger that had just saved him from a black eye at the very least.

The guy wasn’t overly tall—probably around Cas’s height, give or take—with short, tousled brown hair. He was sporting a t-shirt and a flannel button-up under a worn black jean jacket. He was also wearing ripped jeans. But Cas was most taken by his eyes, which were a sharp, beautiful forest green. As he watched, the other boy eyed the kid across the cafeteria who had thrown the ball to begin with—then abruptly pitched it back at the offender. The ball slammed into the other kid’s head, sending him flying backward out of his seat and causing laugher to erupt all across the cafeteria.

Then his rescuer just looked down at him for a moment before dropping down to sit next to him, straddling the bench. “They tried that on me my first day here, too. Same thing happened then. You’d think they’d learn.”

“Thank you.” Cas offered with a blink.

“No problem.”

“I’m Castiel.”

“That’s a mouthful. I’m Dean.” And then, “the fact that you’re wearing a tie right now isn’t going to help your popularity. Also,” he reached over to physically pull the tie off Cas’s neck and dropped it on the table in front of them. Cas allowed it, somewhat baffled. “You had it on backwards. Honestly, dude, just wear t-shirts like the rest of us.”

“I can do that.” Cas agreed. He owned t-shirts. He grabbed his tie to stuff it into his backpack. Then he returned to looking at Dean, taking in his features and mannerisms. He was exceedingly good-looking, Cas decided almost absently. At the same time, Dean was looking him over as well, seeming to take stock of him, gaze alert and analytical. Scrutinizing.

Eventually Cas shifted a little and asked, “are you new, too?”

“New-ish.” Dean shrugged, “I transferred in two weeks ago.”

“That’s why you’re nicer than...” Cas trailed off and glanced around the cafeteria.

“Literally everyone else here?” Dean suggested with a laugh.

“I didn’t want to say it, but yes.”

“It gets better. After a few days they forget. They’re dumb like that, the masses.”

“Zombies.”

“Uh,” Dean hesitated, but then allowed, “yeah, sure, kind of.”

“You don’t sound very certain, Dean.”

“Well, Cas, I just think zombies are probably different than in the movies.”

Wait. “Cas?” He called himself ‘Cas’ in his head, but no one ever called him that out loud except his father.

Dean gave him a little amused look, “’Castiel’ is a lot.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“As long as it’s fine with you, that is.”

Cas nodded and offered a smile. “It’s fine with me.”

Dean gave him a little grin back. “Great.”

The rest of lunch hour was spent with Cas actually eating his lunch properly while he talked with Dean and they got to know each other a little. No one else bothered them for the rest of the time they were in the cafeteria, and Cas was hoping he would have at least one of his afternoon classes with Dean, but when they compared their schedules, it sadly wasn’t to be. Cas resigned himself to hazing throughout the day for at least the next week or so—until the rest of the student body moved on.

It was a novelty to talk with someone who overlooked his innate strangeness. Cas was so used to people giving him odd looks that Dean chatting with him as freely as he was now, was… almost baffling. Dean seemed like the kind of guy who could be popular, have tons of friends easily, and instead here he was wasting his time with Cas. It was… weird. Not that Cas was complaining.

When the bell rang to signify the end of lunch hour, Cas was mildly disappointed that their conversation had to end. He shifted in his seat a bit before asking tentatively, “you could sit with me again tomorrow, If you wanted?”

“I’ve already got a spot where I spend lunch hour, usually. Not in here.” Dean replied casually, making Cas wilt a little, then; “but you can join me if you want. Meet me by the gym tomorrow at the start of lunch, okay?”

Cas brightened again, nodding. “Okay.”

“Cool.” Dean stood up and brushed the nonexistent dust off himself with a grin, “then I’ll see you tomorrow, Cas.”

Cas smiled back. “Mm, see you tomorrow.”

He didn’t know where Dean was going, but he was off to calculus class—assuming he could find it.

-- --

“Hey, New Kid.”

Cas was really getting tired of being called that, but at least this time there had been no malice behind it. More curiosity, if anything. He was seated in calculus, having found it with (relative) ease, trying to keep his head down and out of trouble when the voice spoke up from in front of him. He reluctantly lifted his head.

The girl in the seat in front of him was twisted around in her chair to face him, a wide smile on her face. Her hair was the reddest red that Cas thought it could possibly be. She gave him a little wave. “I’m Charlie. What’s your name?”

Cas hesitated before offering, “Castiel. But just Cas is fine.”

“Wow, yeah, ‘Castiel’ is…”

“A lot.” Cas echoed Dean’s words from earlier in the day. He was starting to relax now that Charlie was turning out to be friendly. He sat up a little straighter. “It’s nice to meet you, Charlie.”

“Nice to meet you, too!” Charlie glanced around, “I know most of the population of his school are jerks, but calculus is a pretty safe class, so you can relax a little. Oh!” She gestured to the side at another girl, “this is Jody,” and then to the boy sitting in the seat beside Cas, “and this is Garth. They’re cool too.”

Jody had short brown hair and dark eyes, and almost a maternal smile; Garth was tall and lanky, kind of goofy looking but gave him a greeting grin that Cas couldn’t help smiling back to. He was definitely feeling more comfortable now, in this class, at least.

“I saw what happened at lunch,” Charlie said, pulling his attention back to her, “Dean Winchester saved you, which, like… what was he even doing in the cafeteria? He always vanishes at lunch time. No one knows where he goes. It’s a mystery.” She wiggled her fingers a little, “he must like you, ‘cause he usually just keeps to himself, or he has since he transferred in, anyway.”

“Mn, he said he was new, too.”

“Yeah, by a couple weeks. No one dares pick on him, though, he’d kick everyone’s asses.”

Cas coughed out a little laugh. “I got that impression.” Then, after a slight hesitation, “he said I could sit with him at lunch tomorrow. So.”

“Ooh, exciting! You’ll have to tell us where he eats lunch, then!” Charlie grinned at him, then rolled her eyes slightly, “aaaaaaall the girls have a crush on him. He’s handsome and mysterious and blah blah blah.”

“You think he’s over-rated.” Jody informed flatly, though her expression was amused.

“Over-rated?” Cas questioned.

“Charlie is gay.” Garth explained. “Like, so gay.”

“So gay.” Charlie agreed.

“Oh.” Cas shrugged. It didn’t bother him. “I’m not entirely straight myself.”

Charlie just grinned. “So you don’t think Dean Winchester is over-rated.”

He cleared his throat and glanced down a little. “He’s not unattractive.”

“Yeaaaah that’s what I thought.”

“I like girls, too, though, I just… I like who I like. I don’t care about their gender.”

“That’s valid.” Charlie gave him a reassuring smile, then just changed the topic entirely; “where’d you move from?”

Cas blinked. “Wichita, Kansas. My Father and I move around a lot for his job… or we did. Now that I’m older I guess he trusts me to stay home alone so he’s going to start travelling instead. So I’m stuck here.”

“It’s not so bad here once you settle in,” Jody reassured him.

“Yeah,” Charlie nodded, “and you’ve got us now, so it’s not like you have no friends.”

“You just have weird friends.” Garth laughed.

Cas couldn’t help the little grin that crept across his own face. He was actually perfectly okay with having weird friends.

-- --

In history class, after calculus, somebody tripped him on his way to his seat and Cas fell flat on his face. The rest of the students laughed. Cas just got back up and continued on, pretending nothing had happened. That was the best way to deal with bullies, he had learned, over his long and sordid history of transferring from school to school. Ignore them until they give up and go away.

Or, alternatively, have Dean Winchester throw a basketball at their face. That apparently worked, too.

In any case, after the incident in history, the rest of the day passed easily enough, until Cas found himself standing outside the school after final bell, just taking deep breaths of the fresh air and looking up at the sky—soaking in the fact that he was free, at least for the rest of the day.

“You going left or right?”

Cas blinked at the familiar voice and turned his attention to Dean, who had come up beside him while he was distracted with the general out-of-doors. He glanced toward the route he had to take to get home. “Right. Why?”

“Me too. I’ll walk with you.”

“Oh. Okay.” And then, “thanks.”

“Don’t gotta thank me. I’m walking that way anyway.” Dean nudged him to get him moving, and Cas headed off with the other boy by his side.

“No, I mean,” Cas waved one hand in an absent sort of gesture, “I mean for earlier. In the cafeteria. You really didn’t have to do that. And one of the girls I was talking to later said you don’t even usually go in the cafeteria, so I just… thanks. For going out of your way. I appreciate it.”

“You were gossiping about me?”

“I—” Cas began, then clapped his mouth shut again and shook his head in a quick negative. When he spoke up once more it was to mutter, “of course not.”

But Dean was already grinning, looking overly amused. “It’s fine, Cas, I’m used to being gossip fodder. What was she saying about me?”

“That all the girls here think you’re handsome.” Cas told him easily, but conveniently left out the part where he agreed with them. There was no sense in telling a guy he’d just met that he was already developing a crush on him, especially when he might be moving again any day. He really wasn’t sure he trusted his father’s promises that they were going to stay put this time. “And that no one knows where you disappear to at lunch time, apparently it’s a big mystery.”

Dean laughed. “Well you’ll know, starting tomorrow.” He pointed out, “you’re still gonna join me, right?”

Cas actually gave him a surprised look. “I didn’t think you actually—”

“—meant it?” Dean finished for him. His smile softened for just a second before returning to his previous jovial expression. “Mmm… I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it. And besides, you’re different from all those other assholes, I can tell.”

“I like to think I am, anyway.” Then, “you are, too.”

Dean grinned again. “I think we’re going to be friends, Cas, I really do.”

Cas offered up a smile of his own, “I’d like that, Dean.”

They walked together for a few blocks, until they got to James Street, at which point Cas paused and gestured down it. This was his turn off, he had to walk down James to get to King Street where he lived, and it was… well, the term “sketchy” came to mind. James Street was all run-down houses, broken fences, guard dogs and probably drug dealers. Dean looked down the street, giving it a thorough eyeballing, before declaring—

“Nope!” He gave Cas a little push toward the street, but then followed him, falling into step beside him as they headed down James. “No way are you walking down here by yourself, dude, that’s just asking to get axe-murdered. Or worse.”

“Worse than axe-murdered?”

“Oh, trust me there are so many worse things than being axe-murdered.”

Cas would have to take his word for it. He couldn’t personally think of any, but that didn’t mean they didn’t exist. For now he was just going over and over in his head how this guy he had just met was walking him all the way home through a dodgy part of town, even though he didn’t have to. His tiny, newborn crush on Dean Winchester was probably growing teeth already, and it hadn’t even been a day.

“When’s your birthday?”

“Huh?” Cas blinked back to reality at the question and actually had to fumble for a response before managing, “July.”

“January.” Dean was paying very close attention to their surroundings while also trying to maintain a conversation and that was obvious. “So I’m older.”

“Only by six months.” Cas pointed out.

“Still counts. Means you have to do what I say.” Dean grinned at him fleetingly, “those’re the rules!”

“I don’t like those rules.” The younger teen gave a token protest. “I think you made those rules up.”

“Possibly, but they’re important.”

“Why?”

“Could save your life one day.”

Cas laughed softly at that, but Dean didn’t, instead falling silent until they were past James Street and out of the sketchy area that Cas had very much walked through unescorted on his way to school that morning. Dean relaxed visibly as soon as they were back to “normal” neighborhoods, his steps easier and his shoulder slouching a little, where they had been tense and taut only a moment before.

Honestly, Cas wasn’t entirely sure what was up with Dean, but clearly something was going on inside his head. He would love to have picked Dean’s brain about it, but he really didn’t think Dean would be up for sharing. Maybe he had an incident in his past, something to do with a neighborhood like James that had him acting like he was now. Cas thought possibly once they got to know each other a little bit more, he might ask, but for now…

“I live on King.” He gestured down the street in question when they neared it, “I really can walk from here, I… um. But thanks. Again.”

Dean’s steps slowed to a stop and he glanced around, as if checking the surrounding neighborhood before deeming it safe. “Okay, Cas. I’ll see you tomorrow, right? Be careful walking that way on your way to school in the morning.”

“I will.” Cas gave him a little smile, “thanks, Dean. See you tomorrow.” Then he turned and headed across the street to King, where his father was likely waiting to hear a rundown of his day.

-- --

Lunch time the next day found Cas nervously waiting outside the gym, half expecting Dean not to show—that it had all been an elaborate prank.

Cas’s morning had gone alright, though, everyone seemed to be steering clear now that it had circulated that Dean Winchester was looking out for him. He wasn’t sure what, exactly, Dean had done to garner his reputation, but whatever it was it had been effective.

“Hey.” A hand clapped into his shoulder and when Cas glanced up, Dean was standing there, “c’mon.”

Cas just stared at him. “You actually came.”

“Well, yeah,” Dean gave him an odd look, then gestured for him to follow and headed into the gym. It was empty right now, except for them, and Cas trailed after Dean as they walked around the side of the bleachers—and Dean ducked into the back of them, then dropped down and settled with his back against the wall. He waved a hand for Cas to join him.

Cas clambered in behind the bleachers as well, taking a seat beside Dean and setting his backpack beside him. “This is where you spend lunch?”

“Yeah. It’s private. Quiet, usually.” Dean shrugged, “I don’t mind you being here, though.”

Cas blinked at that, not quite sure what to say. “I—thanks?”

Dean tossed him a grin. “You don’t have to thank me for everything, Cas.”

But it was the polite thing to do. Cas opened his mouth—then closed it again. After a moment he just shrugged almost awkwardly and dug in his backpack for his lunch, unwrapping his sandwich and beginning to eat. He was so severely unused to having friends that this was difficult for him—socializing. He didn’t really know how to do it.

“Hey, what’s your family like?” Cas glanced over when Dean spoke up. The other boy had his head leaned back against the wall, his hands laced over his stomach and his eyes were staring off somewhere into the middle-distance.

“My family?” Cas swallowed a bite of sandwich and resisted the urge to shrug again. “It’s just me and my Father. He adopted me when I was five, but I don’t remember anything before then. It’s always just been the two of us.”

Dean smiled a little and looked at him. “I’ve got me, and my Dad, and my annoying little brother. But we get by okay.”

So neither of them had Moms. That was interesting. Cas took another bite of his sandwich and asked, “how come you transferred here? Does your Dad move around a lot for work or something?”

“You could say that.” Dean agreed, “what about you?”

“Same.” The younger teen nodded, in-between bites of food, “my Father is a motivational speaker, and he does series of seminars all over the place. The last couple months we were in Kansas, and Oregon before that. Now we’re here.” Another bite of sandwich and he continued, a little muffled, “he says we’re going to stay here, though, now that I’m old enough to stay home on my own. He says he’ll start travelling for his work instead.” A shrug, “I don’t know if I believe him or not.”

“Your Dad lie to you often?”

Cas sighed. “No, it’s just… I think it’s a stretch. That he’s suddenly decided all this.”

“Mm.” Dean seemed sympathetic, though Cas wasn’t entirely sure why. “Sucks that it’s this school that you’d be stuck at, after everything.”

“That’s what I was thinking yesterday.” Cas admitted, balling up the wrap from his lunch and dropping it back in his bag. Then he hesitated before offering, “but then I met you, and… things got better.”

Dean grinned again. “Yeah. I think we’re gonna be good friends, Cas.”

Cas found himself smiling back—and then Dean lifted his arm to run his hand through his hair and Cas’s eyes caught on a tear in the cuff of his jacket. He tilted his head curiously. “What happened to your jacket?”

“Huh?” Dean lowered his arm to peer at the rip. He shrugged. “I don’t even know, honestly, half my stuff has holes in it and I never know where they came from.”

Cas was already digging through his backpack again, and this time came up with a spool of black thread and a needle, much to Dean’s obvious surprise. He waved one hand toward the older boy, “take it off and I’ll fix it for you.”

Of all the ways this lunch hour could have gone, this was not one Dean would have predicted. He looked at Cas almost blankly for a moment, then let his eyes flick down to the other teen’s backpack. It was covered in vibrant patches—a cartoon PB&J sandwich, a pizza box, an LGBTQ flag, angel wings, etc.—all obviously hand-sewn on. And oh. So sewing was a thing with Cas. Okay.

Dean pushed away from the wall just enough to shrug out of his jacket and handed it over, watching curiously as Cas measured out a length of thread, then snapped it off with his teeth, threading the needle and knotting the thread a second later. He was obviously practiced at this particular skill. So was Dean, but for different reasons.

A few minutes of concentration later and Cas was finished with repairing the rip in his jacket, knotting off the thread and snapping it with his teeth again, then tucking the needle and thread away before sheepishly handing the jacket back to Dean.

“It’s not perfect, but it’s much better, right?” He asked almost shyly.

Dean gave him a genuine, grateful smile. “Thanks, Cas. It’s great.”

Cas watched him pull his jacket back on, smiling himself now. “I like to sew. It gives me something to do with my hands when I’m feeling… I don’t know. Antsy, I suppose. Like some people play with pencils or fidget toys, I have a needle and thread…”

Dean was inspecting the newly-sewn spot on his cuff, and looked up with a grin, “I play with knives.” He informed Cas, only half-joking.

Cas, not knowing any better, laughed anyway. “Hey, Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for… being nice to me. Thanks for this. For… being my friend.”

Dean almost told him he didn’t need to thank him again. Instead he just smiled, almost fond, and said, “you’re welcome, Cas.”

-- --

“What do you mean you’re not going to tell us where Dean Winchester spends lunch hour?”

This was from Charlie, who had one hand clasped to her chest and a positively shocked and scandalized look on her face. The entire thing was an act and Cas knew it, even having only known Charlie for two days. “Charlie.”

“What do you mean you’re not going to tell me where Dean Winchester spends lunch hour?”

“Aaaaaand there it is.” Jody drawled. Garth chuckled.

Cas just smiled apologetically. “It’s kind of a secret. I don’t think he wants people to know.”

Charlie pouted, “you just want him all to yourself, that’s what I think.”

Cas coughed and glanced down at the same time as Garth commented, “as if you care. You couldn’t be less interested in Dean Winchester if you tried, Charlie.”

“Not true!” Charlie insisted, “he is, indeed, a mystery that I am interested in solving! Just… not in, like, a romantic sense. Because ew.” Then she paused before adding, “I mean, objectively I can see where you would find him attractive, Cas, but just… no thanks.”

A soft laugh from Cas, faintly embarrassed. “Sorry, Charlie. I’m still not going to tell you.”

The girl heaved a suffering sigh. “You disappoint me, Castiel Novak.”

Again. “Sorry, Charlie.”

“You are not.”

He wasn’t even a little.

-- --

It became habit that Cas met Dean outside the gym every day at lunch and they spent lunch hour behind the bleachers, talking and laughing and becoming better friends, Cas’s minor crush on Dean growing into a huge monster of one very quickly.

Dean never had anything to eat at lunch and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Cas, though he had thus far neglected to say anything. But the longer he knew Dean and the more time he spent with the other boy the more it bothered him. He wasn’t bringing anything from home, obviously, and never bought anything from the cafeteria, he just sat through lunch hour watching everyone else eat and going hungry himself, scribbling in a battered notebook that he carried in his inside jacket pocket.

And that didn’t sit right with Cas because some days it was obvious Dean was hungry from the way he watched Cas eat out of the corner of his eye. But why he never had food was probably a sensitive subject and Cas didn’t feel he had the right to ask.

He could, however, do something about it.

So the next time Dean plunked himself down on the ground behind the gym bleachers at lunch time, Cas sat down next to him, then swung his backpack around and fished out not one but two sandwiches, each individually wrapped in cling-film. He blinked at Dean and held one out. “Here.”

Dean just stared at him. “Dude, what are you doing?”

“Feeding you.” Cas stated matter-of-factly, and when Dean didn’t immediately take the offered sandwich, he just set it in the older boy’s lap and returned to his bag, digging out two apples and setting one next to Dean’s sandwich. This was followed by a pair of bottles of water. Then he shrugged. “Someone has to do it.”

“But—I—you—this is—”

Cas could sense where this was going. He headed it off at the pass. “It’s not charity, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s as easy to make two sandwiches as it is to make one.” He was already unwrapping his own sandwich, and paused to glance sideways at Dean before taking a bite; “we’re friends and friends help each other out, right?”

“We are, yeah…” Dean continued looking at him rather oddly while he started to eat, like he was having trouble with the idea of someone doing something so nice for him and not wanting anything in return. Eventually, though, he glanced away, as if suddenly shy, and carefully picked up his own sandwich, unwrapping it and taking a huge bite right off the bat. He was obviously starving. Once that was chewed and swallowed, he cleared his throat and offered, “uh… thanks, Cas.”

Cas shrugged again but gave him a smile. “As long as you don’t mind peanut butter and jelly, I don’t mind sharing with you.”

“…I am not eating the apple. Apples belong in pies.”

The next day Cas started bringing him a fruit cup instead. “It’s close to pie.”

“It’s not even.”

Despite his protests, Dean ate it anyway.

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On top of eating lunch together, it had also quickly become habit for Dean to walk Cas home—mostly because he was very suspicious of James Street and that neighborhood in general, and he didn’t want his only friend to be snatched up by some monster, or even a common-place serial killer. A life of being a Hunter’s son had made him more than a little paranoid when it came to things like that.

Usually Cas made it outside first, and just waited around by one of the retaining walls until Dean emerged from the school a few minutes later, at which point they set out. Cas kept telling Dean he really didn’t need to walk him home, and Dean kept doing it anyway.

Because aside from his paranoia, he really did like Cas, and enjoy spending time with him, possibly too much, really—but walking Cas home also got him away from the crappy motel and his annoying little brother for just a little while longer, which was always a bonus. He was a Hunter, and he had a job to do, his dad drilled that into him all the damn time, but he was also not-quite eighteen and needed distraction every now-and-then.

“You’re quiet.” Dean was always quiet when they were walking down James Street. Cas always tried anyway. “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking it’s going to rain.”

Cas glanced up. It was severely overcast, with storm clouds overhead and the humidity was through the roof. Dean was probably right. “Yeah, probably.” He agreed. “Hey, do you want to walk all the way to my house today? I could introduce you to my Father, if he’s in. We could hang out.”

Dean flashed him a little smile. “I can’t. I’ve gotta get home to Sammy.”

‘Sammy’ was Dean’s younger brother, thirteen from what Dean had told him, and attending Bedwin Junior High. Bedwin was Caspar’s affiliated Junior High, so if they were around long enough, Sammy—Sam—would go to Caspar as well. Dean seemed to feel that they wouldn’t be around that long, though, which was… disappointing. Upsetting, even.

Cas was used to moving around, himself, and in the beginning he had been young and hadn’t known better, he had made friends wherever he went, and then inevitably had to leave them behind. When he got a little older, he started purposefully avoiding making friends, so he wouldn’t have to deal with the pain of losing them.

Now, at Caspar, he had dropped his guard again, and even if his father kept his word and they didn’t move again, and he was able to stay friends with Charlie, Jody and Garth, Dean… he and his brother were in the same boat as Cas had been in previously. So, Cas had gotten to be friends with Dean without even meaning to, gotten close to him, developed a huge crush on him—though he never let it show—and Dean could be leaving any day. It was only a matter of time, really.

Cas had thought that he had hardened himself to the reality of losing friends, considering how he’d grown up, but the thought of Dean taking off just… put a lump in the pit of his stomach. He really had it bad for the older boy, had since Day One, probably, Charlie was right about that much.

But Dean was funny and smart and so attractive, so of course—

Something heavy slammed into Cas’s back right at that moment, the blow cushioned only by the fact that he was wearing his backpack, and Cas yelped out a startled noise even as he tumbled to the ground, landing roughly on the hard pavement.

Whatever had crashed into him was still on top of him—a person, he thought—and scrabbling at him, one hand holding him down by the chest while the other grabbed at his hair and shoved his head to the side. Then they lunged forward and bit into his neck—Cas gave a sharp cry—and abruptly Dean’s voice shouted something unintelligible and he yanked the person off, flinging them away.

When Cas looked up, the person who had attacked him was standing a few feet away, wiping at his mouth and spitting. Dean was between him and Cas and had a huge buck knife in one hand (where had that come from?), holding it at the ready. When the stranger stopped gagging and lunged toward Dean, Dean braced himself and full-body tackled the man, knife flashing—first silver and then red—as he stabbed it into the man over and over again.

After that onslaught, though, and despite being stabbed several times, the stranger wrenched himself away and took off, fleeing into the oncoming storm.

Dean stood where he was for a moment, heaving, before wiping the knife on his jeans and tucking it into the back of his waistband, where Cas assumed it had come from to begin with. Then he hurried back over to Cas and crouched down, hands hovering uselessly. “Shit, Cas, are you okay?”

Cas brought one hand up to the side of his neck where he had been bitten, wiping there before dropping it again to look almost blankly at the blood on his palm. That was about when it started to rain. Dean reached to help him up, and together they got Cas back to his feet. He actually didn’t feel too bad, all things considered.

Dean was already checking out his neck, ignoring the fact that rain was pouring down on them now. “It doesn’t look too bad. It didn’t get you too deep. Could’ve ripped your throat out, you’re lucky.”

“It—what—he bit me—and—you stabbed him and he didn’t even—"

“Cas,” Dean looked him in the eye, deadly serious, and told him firmly, “that was a vampire.”

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #destiel #destiel fanfiction #spn #shut up sena #sena writes #horror high by senashenta

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blackstarchanx3new · 1 year ago

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Creations AU FNAF 4, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 4 END

Pages 90-98 + Bonus page

Josh got jump-scared. Also buddy that's the smell if your daddy cleaning up a murder.

William can't hug his own child properly, the gag that will never not be funny to me.

He was at his boyfriend's house William. (Lucas)

And William promptly lies because that's what this man does for a living.

You ain't slick William Josh knows ALL.

He at least tells him that Diana's not coming back.

WONDER. WHY. :D

William said like a liar-

Josh is a bad boy and it's plain to see-

Josh, you're not supposed to tell him that-

William doesn't give a shit though. He commits murder why would under aged drinking bother him at this point.

Yeah Will we know, you're 2 kids and a wife down. X'D

It's smth to note that they literally really only have each other during this. At least, William only has his son.

Josh has his friends at least as a support system but they're not exactly upstanding citizens lmfao.

Smth to be shown down the line: Henry's family isn't too close with William's at this point in the timeline.

Just the two of usssss-

I just like showing that they had a good relationship. I've most likely ranted about my distain for "William evil bad parent muhahaha" a million times but I genuinely just find that so fucking tired of an idea. like yeah him abusing his whole family makes SENSE it's logical but I just find it boring as fuck to see perpetually X'D

Making him have the ABILITY to be a good parent SOMETIMES is what makes him way harder to 100% despise and gives him more character imo. It's fun to give him human moments. William's general character in Creations is complicated at the end of the day.

Going right into shit post territory to ruin the mood, here's a Bonus page:

What he was doing at Lucas's I guess.

#fnaf 4 #creations au comic #creations au #fnaf au #fnaf #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy's #fnaf comic #fnaf 4 comic #fnaf 4 brother #fnaf bullies #creations au lucas #william afton #josh afton

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smileyallthetime77 · 1 year ago

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Yandere!Damian Wayne x Reader Pt.12

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Cursing, Argument, Sexual Harassment,

🇺🇸Word Count🇺🇸: 1,641

👾Characters👾: 9,206

“I’ll go get us some food, you stay right here”, he said before walking out of the dorm. You felt bad, but you needed to figure out if Barbara was really at this school a year ago. So you made your way down the halls and onto the third floor. As you enters the room, opened Mr.Wilson’s laptop, and typed “Barbara Gordon” into the machine. It began to load. 1-5-10-15-20-25-30-35-40-45-50-55-60-65-70-75-80-85-90-95-100%! Loading….. ………………………………………………………………………. NO FILES FOUND ON “GORDON, BARBARA

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No files found? This-this wasn’t possible! Damian wouldn’t! Could he? Was Barbara Gordon really kidnapped! Why would Damian lie about something like that? The betrayal seemed to grow inside of you. It filled you with rage and the feeling of being stupidly naive. You believed him after everything he did to you. Damian was going onto your list next. But what you didn’t expect next was the loud “boom” of the office doors to open! There, they stood. Damian, Mr.Wilson, Cory, and Mr.William’s.

“Y/n”! Damian roared like a lion. “What are you doing in here?! I told you to stay put”! He said before walking quickly over to you and going to grasp your left arm.

“Y/n! What on earth are you doing in my office. You are not aloud in here”!, Mr.Wilson’s voice boomed out loud.

“You’re a liar! All of you! You-you manipulated me! You-you-you wanna kill me”! You screeched out loud!

“You’re right”, Damian said as he pulled a sharp blade out of his pocket. Professionally quick he lifted the blade up and over your head and then pushed it down and your blood wen-!

You gasped! A dream! It was all a dream. Well, not all of it. Barbara Gordon not being found was not a dream. But no one found out you had looked for her, expect for Cory you guessed. You hadn’t told anyone about it and instead went back to the dorm and fell asleep in Damian’s bed. You wanted to tell him, but how were you suppose to tell your kind of boyfriend that you didn’t listen to him and that you found out he lied?! So instead, you opted to keep your mouth close instead. At least until you were readier to find out the truth about Barbara Gordon. If she even was real. Though, last night, you still choose to but Cory’s name in your locker note. Hector, Josiah, or Damian? You were still partially deciding.

You were more leaning more towards Damian though. You knew he meant well or at least he thought so, but everything wasn’t adding up! It was confusing and quite frankly, unnecessary. You were just going to put Damian on the list tonight, and then tomorrow you were going to put Hector than Josiah. Easy peezy lemon squeezey.

As you walked down stairs and got some breakfast you went over to sit with Cory instead of with Damian, Steph, Jason, Cass, and Tim. You didn’t need them annoying you anymore than they already were. And beside, you found out you Cory had a lot more in common than you thought. For the rest of your stay here, you were going to sit with Cory and his friends during meal breaks!

Though, of course there were a few glares here and there. Especially because Cory was touching your thigh and was going to a little too high for comfort. His friends were also giving you googly eyes. The thing that really seemed to push Damian over the edge was when Cory bent over and tried to kiss you! He instantly stood up and marched over to you saying he needed you. You were thankful, but Cory seemed to be glaring in the back of your head.

“That was unnecessary”, Damian said sarcastically with a straight face.

“He was just being friendly, Damian. He’s actually really sweet if you get to know him”, you said with a small smile slowly creeping up your face.

Damian scoffed. “There’s nothing sweet about him! He’s an asshole who clearly has you fooled. You can’t trust anyone, Y/n. What would happen if Cory really does know who’s threatening you? It’s the perfect cover up for him,” Damian said with a serious tone.

“Damian…… did you lie about Barbara being real? Listen, I know! I know you told me not to worry about it, but I searched up her files! She’s-she’s not real! Is she, Damian”, you said with a hint of desperation in your voice.

“You disobeyed me. Y/n! I told you not worry about it! Barbara’s files were deleted after she went missing! That’s what happens! The police take it so they can investigate! Did you seriously think I would make something like that up”?

“But Cory said he knew everyone in the school! He-he said he didn’t know Barbara! So that’s why I checked. I had to make sure you weren’t my stalker”, you said hoping he wouldn’t be angrier than he already was at you.

“Why the hell would I be your stalker?! And the fact that you believed Cory over me, makes things ten times worse! I stayed with you through everything, Y/n”, he shouted drawing attention to the both of you.

“I know- I know. I’m sorry okay! It was a bad idea! Please Damian”, you said desperately reaching for his hand. You expected him to move away but instead, he let it rest next to his left side. He let the warmth of your hand sink itself into his ice cold hands.

“I’ll only forgive you because I owe it to you after going along with everyone thinking you were crazy. But you owe me. You have to sleep in my dorm for the rest of the week”, he said with sly grin plastered onto his face.

“Deal”, you sighed out and then hooking your pinky’s together.

“Why don’t we head over to L/c? I already finished our project, so we can have a relaxing period”, Damian said as he wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek.

“Whatever makes you happy”, you said before resting your head on his shoulder.

As you both neared your L/c you saw a familiar shadow. Cory. You just prayed that when Damian saw him, he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. You thanked whatever god was up there that Cory didn’t have that language class with you.

“Hey Y/n. Damian”, Cody said sourly. Though, he did stick his hand out for Damian to shake, which was pretty nice. But, Damian didn’t return the favor so he, instead, crossed his arms clearly refusing to shake Cory’s hand.

Don’t you have Geography, Cody”, Damian said sarcastically.

“It’s Cory. And a matter affect I do! I just thought I’d stop by and say “hey”, Cory said with a grin and crossing his arms. Almost like he was mocking Damian.

“We’ll you might want to get along to that”, Damian said rolling his eyes and gripping your arm, pulling you inside of the classroom.

“Damian, you didn’t have to do that”, you said as you took his hand and pulled him towards the front. Though, he directed you towards the back of the room and pulled you down so you sat directly next to him.

“Well, what can I say, I don’t like someone who currently has been suspended more than his record can hold, talking to you”, Damian said reaching down to hold your hand.

“Well I’ve got the whole class period, so what can I do to make it up to you”, you questioned him while you gently began to raise your hand higher to his upper arm.

“We could ditch and go make out in the bathroom”, he suggested

“Sure”, you said seducingly. As you made your way out of the classroom with Damian quickly following behind you, you both told the teacher you were heading to the nurse. Damian ‘insisted’ on coming with because your ‘severe headache’ could have you fainting any second. Since he was the top of all of his classes, the teachers would believe he knew about health more than they even would.

You both began to run down the hallway giggling like fools. You really couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this. I mean sure, you had an ex-boyfriend and all, but he never made you feel like this. But then again, it wasn’t like you both faced life or death. Mason Gray was his name. You both loved each other very much, but when he moved away to be closer to Harvord, his dream school, you knew he would fall in love with someone else, so you decided to break up with him. You’d never heard if he really did find another girl. You just assumed. He was a hot 5’5, blond hair, blues eyes, and skinny but strong kid. He’d be what? 16, no 17! He’s turned 17 in May. You both met each other during your first day of middle school when he had a locker right next to yours. It was fate, at least for a while. But now you had Damian! You felt as though he was the only one you truly needed in your life right now.

Soon after you had finished your make out session, you both headed up towards Damian’s dorm. Luckily, he stopped at your locker making sure you put the note with ‘ Hector’ on it and into your locker. Tomorrow would be day 6. If you were wrong today, you’d have only two guesses left. Two days, you might be dead. But as long as Damian was here, you knew everything would be okay.

Written: Tuesday, September 12 (May the victims of 9/11 22 years ago, rest in peace), 2023. On

#Cory #Yandere Damian Wayne #Yandere Damian Al Ghul #Jason Todd #Cassandra Cane #Stephanie Brown #Timothy Drake #Day 5 #Lying #Argument #��️Mason❤️ Gray #Ex-Boyfriend

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stitching-in-time · 6 months ago

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Voyager rewatch s3 ep1: Basics pt 2

I don't think I've seen this one in a long time, maybe even since it first aired, because it's actually a bit different, and slightly better, than I remembered.

I did remember lots of redshirts getting killed off, and aside from wondering how they'll have any crew left when they keep dying, it was so much worse now that I've actually been paying attention to the background crewmembers and recognizing them and learning their names and the actors who played them this time around. I was absolutely biting my nails when I realized they were setting up Hogan to be the next to die- he's been in most of last season's eps, and I really did like him, and his death was sooo overtly telegraphed, like oh my god, don't be that stupid you guys! Don't kill him off that stupidly! But they did. At least everyone was properly horrified and saddened by his death, but yeah, Neelix, you should blame yourself! Who the heck tells someone to stay and pick up bones at the mouth of a cave on an alien planet where there could be unknown creatures?! Did he not think, hmm, I wonder what killed the person whose bones are sitting at the mouth of a deep dark cave?? Hogan sure did, but he listened to Neelix, and now he got eaten by a giant worm dragon. Great work Neelix, that'll boost morale! (I want to not hate Neelix, really I do, he wasn't trying to get him killed, but oh my god, this stupid writing is not helping me like him at all.)

I also remembered the badly thought out aliens on the planet. Even though it's not Earth, and they're not supposed to be cave people technically, I still hate whenever sci-fi or fantasy shows try to depict 'primitive' cultures. They always end up being violent and superstitious and having grunty 'uga buga oo' type language, and it feels too close to old timey racist caricatures of actual tribal societies for comfort. Having them kidnap Kes, the beautiful blonde girl, presumably because their men find her more attractive than their own women(!!) and must have her for themselves, is just another awful, racist, sexist trope that upholds western colonialist beauty standards, which we should not have been doing anymore, even in the 90s.

Aside from that, seeing the crew try to make do on the planet without their technology was interesting. I loved that we found out that Tuvok taught archery and made a bow, plus he looked super cool with his archery gear. Using the crew's hair to kindle fires was a nice touch- all those women crewmembers with their long hair that men usually consider frivolous just saved them all, ha!

And of course, Tom's shuttle survived, and he gets to do some major hero stuff- he's repairing the heavily damaged shuttle, while fending off Kazon attacks, and actually manages to destroy a Kazon scout ship that's twice the size of his little damaged shuttle! And he gets to the Talaxians, convinces them to come help, and comes up with a plan to retake Voyager, on the fly! And it works! Chakotay better be nice to him from now on, because he totally saved everyone's ass here, with only the Doctor and Suder for help.

Suder was the character with the arc that really surprised me here. I always remembered disliking his character, probably because Meld was such a bad episode, but actually, they gave him some very thoughtful material here. Seeing how desperately Suder actually does want to get better, and how close he is to finally overcoming his desire to kill people, and get close to a normal life, only to realize that he's going to have to kill people again to survive, is truly heartbreaking. Brad Dourif gives a very fine performance as we see Suder struggle with knowing that the only way for him to help his crew will be to lose himself again, and everthing he worked so hard for. The Doctor's attitude towards him feels rather insensitive and dismissive considering the utter devastation the situation presents to Suder, but in a way, it just adds to the tragedy. At the very least, the Doctor gives him some actual positive words of encouragement and belief in him when he leaves him with the task of carrying out Tom's plan. Suder's final scene is almost Shakespearean in it's sense of inescapeable tragic fate. He has to kill all the Kazon to save the ship, and it kills him inside, and he has to die while redeeming himself with his first and final act of selflessness. It's an unexpectedly moving scene.

Suder's sacrifice enables Tom and the Talaxians to retake Voyager, Seska dies from the system overload, and the surviving Kazon flee. (They took some escape pods though, which I'm sure they never return- how do they still have any left later??) They pick up the rest of the crew, and Tom tells them how Suder saved the day before he died. (And hopefully someone tells Chakotay that Seska's baby is actually Cullah's! Which honestly, thank goodness, because you know they'd have been chasing that kid around the quadrant for another season at least, and then what would they do with it? There's already one baby on the ship to have baby plots with, we don't really need another one, nor do we need all the Chakotay angst that would have gone with it. Thank heaven they tossed that plot thread out the window!)

Overall, this one was actually better than I remembered. I wasn't fond of the 'primitive' aliens, or the gratuitous redshirt deaths, but Suder's death was a meaningful conclusion to his story arc, and Seska's death brought her arc to a fitting end as well, with her hubris in thinking she could outsmart the Federation crew bringing about her downfall. Though tbh, it wasn't even the whole crew who outsmarted her, it was literally just Tom Paris. Lol get wrecked Seska! But actually, her death scene was pretty sad, how she tried to get to her baby- even though she's a terrible person, she's still a new mom who won't get to see her kid grow up. And they even gave Cullah a small moment of humanity when he was genuinely upset by her death. (Now let's be done with the Kazon forever please!)

Tl;dr: a fast paced adventure story that brought some of last season's story arcs to a fitting conclusion, with an unexpectedly heartbreaking turn from Brad Dourif as Suder.

#star trek: voyager #voyager rewatch #rewatching star trek #star trek voyager #star trek

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walkawaytall · 10 months ago

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they did jenny lind so dirty.

hate forever.

I didn’t even know who she was prior to watching Jenny Nicholson’s video about The Greatest Showman, but based on what little knowledge I have now, hard agree. Plus, were we supposed to…like…PT Barnum? I thought everyone agreed that he wasn’t a good guy? Were we supposed to be rooting for him???

I will begrudgingly concede that I enjoyed “From Now On”, but 90% of that was because it involves a giant group dance with very slick choreography. Like, I realized while watching the movie that my brain was being tricked into having good feelings about the movie just because there was good choreography toward the end much in the way my brain got tricked into thinking The Notebook was sort of a sweet story by ending on the old people story (because young Allie and Noah are insufferable imo). I literally started experiencing feelings of, “Well, maybe this movie’s okay, actually!” and then part way through “From Now On”, I was like, “Wait a second. My liking one dance routine does not make it a good movie!” But they almost got me.

Anyway, I’m glad we can agree on this very important topic.

Also the CGI animals were just so bad.

Okay, I’m done.

(But really, those elephants. What was wrong with them???)

#the greatest showman hate #wat answers #gloriousclio

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msallurea · 1 year ago

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Little Space Activities/Routine Ideas 🧁🎀🌸🧸

🧸 At the top are some photos I found on pinterest that I think will help those who tend to be in little space just to have a few ideas. Inky because I happen to fall in little space now I figured this would be helpful for you guys 🧸

Pt 1. My Little Space Activities

When I'm feeling triggered normally I can't always show it because I'm surrounded by people majority of the time so things that trigger me often are stuff like:

Loud noises

Yelling/Screaming

Arguments

Crowded spaces

Unclean spaces

Unfourtanetly there are also other things too that can easily trigger me in little space but it's not as negative such as:

Seeing pretty desserts

Getting hugs or little kisses

Standing next to people much taller than me

Sitting on someone's lap

Being complimented/loved

Being fed

Getting help with something

🧁The thing with these triggers compared to my other one is that these things don't happen very often for me so when someone does do this it can trigger me off to being in little space again so getting hugged or being shown affection triggers me in a good way(it affects me even more because i dont have a proper caregiver to help ease this), but it's not so great when the person that's doing it both isn't aware that I'm regressing and also has a high possibility of not exactly knowing what to do when this happens although I suppose this is a normal reaction it can definitely cause me to not be able to build stable bonds with others if I'm gonna regress everytime it happens because as you know some people just simply don't really understand how it works and it could sometimes be violating there boundaries if that makes sense even if thats not what i intended at all🧁

💥which also i want to remind those who do slip into little space i beg you please dont purposely turn little for ill intentions or to manipulate others especially if you know it's not triggering you, although it is fun to be in little space, it is still a coping mechanism that we can always overcome with a bit of patience and practice💥

Now as you can see with the world we live in, you can see its not hard for me to get triggered but thanks to this small but effective activities I do they help ease me when I start going back to that space so things like:

Writing/Journaling

Making doodles

Coloring

Decorating my notes

Eating/baking sweets; eating little snacks

Looking through cute photos on pinterest

Listening to music

Cleaning a small space

Smelling sweet scents

Doing some self care (this is very helpful for me and eases me out of little space into a more better headspace greatly)

Surrounding myself with pretty things

Swinging my feet around or playing with my fingers

Now most of these I kind of already do unconsciously but they help calm me down especially when highly stimulated, majority of the time because I can't always access to more other things such as playing around with toys, running in nature or having stuffies/toys to comfort me it leaves me irritated and cranky 90% of my day but I do have access to things like journals and I can always listen to music on my phone so if you do end up in little space but don't have access to certain activities you know you'd enjoy, try working with what you have

🧸A little tip also when Journaling or making doodles alot of times once your out of little space you can always go back and look at your art/writings and many times it can tell you what triggered you in thw first place, when you learn that you can come up with more better ways to help cope that way you can deal with your problems and they won't seem as big 🧸

🧁Quick storytime: I was in a situation where I was getting yelled at about something small hy a family member, for me normally that will always trigger me to want to go little instantly but I decided to write it out in my journal instead (alittle TMI my family isn't aware I go through this which is why it makes it much harder for me) this is good because 1. I'm letting my feelings out and 2. It's a good way to cope with big feelings and negative thoughts more positively. After venting in my journal for a few minutes, as I was reading what I wrote. Things I notice was that my speech was different then how I normally spoke (basically as if a kid had written it) but also I felt much better after venting how I felt in it. After that I decided to make Journaling more fun for me and I gave my notebooks names and anytime I had to vent after I was done I decorate it with little pictures and things, especially in thw beginning because I use to feel terrible about my feelings and it would make me get even more little and spiral more but thats where the other part comes in to. I decided to make little notes on things that made me more upset compared to the least, afterwards I would make little "pick me up" notes to myself to things that made me least mad that cheered me up instantly but if I seen it consistently that helped me to take steps to start fixing it because of that it eventually encouraged me to want to take on my bigger problems without getting anxiety while doing it.

🎀Another thing I would also like to say for my littles is that just because the world can sometimes seem really big and your problems may seem pretty grand, it doesn't mean that should make you small because you know that soon you will have overcame those big problems and you won't have to be so scared anymore.🎀

🌸 I think I will make a pt. 2 and pt. 3 explaining my little space routine and also how to work with my little space without a caregiver so be on the lookout for that. Anyways i love you little butterflies and will see you very soon 🌸

#little space #age regression #sfw agere #agere community

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ssreeder · 2 years ago

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ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod it’s HAPPENING this is NOT a DRILL

anyways I’m in bed hacking up a lung and delirious on cough medicine, so this leekie reaction episode is brought to you by Rikodien, our sponser for this evening :D

saw the chapter title and instantly began mentally rubbing my hands together like a greedy little gremlin I’m so EXCITED

oh shit not the suicidal sokka era… man pls just *kachow* back together like an overstretched elastic band bc codependency is wayyyy better than this shit come on dude

okay but like… sokka taking on zuko characteristics due to zuko being out of commission was Not what I expected, and yet I cannot say it’s entirely surprising

“I’m fine” GIRL YOU ARE LITERALLY IN THE MIDST OF A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

“Sokka wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone” AANG. AANG. PLS I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE THE GOOD IN OTHERS AND THAT YOURE A PACIFIST BUT. A A N G.

toph my bestie, the loml, an actual angel, yes INDEED why DOES sokka want to murder quon surely there’s a REASON

uh-oh.

not the zuko situation… rasu baby pls hold strong I Cannot have you being captured

aang. it’s times like these where I have to take deep breaths and remember you are 12 years old bc otherwise I will SCREAM

actually side note, but I would be really interested to hear 1. your feelings on iroh 2. your feelings on iroh IN THIS FIC, bc I personally am not a huge iroh fan for a multitude of reasons (sorry not sorry) so I wanna know how I’m supposed to read him in this universe (also just love hearing your thoughts and opinions but also no I don’t we’re divorced shut up)

thank GOD general how has some brain cells fr

suki is the real mvp of this chapter, she has the patience of the saint I honestly could never. FINALLY THE TRUTH YAYYYYY IM OH SO HAPPY TO HEAR SOKKA FINALLY TELL THE TRUTH

goddammit. why are they teenagers the emotions are just always so HIGH ugh I hate hormones. suki was doing so well ;-; (I don’t blame her or anything but DUDE COME ON)

aang and sokka friendship >>>>>

FUCKINF FINALY SOLKA IS GOONG TO ZUKEO OMGBG

ykw I’m just gonna leave those typos. I think they accurately convey my excitement.

sreedie. istg if pt 1 of the zukka reunion is sokka just WATCHING THROUGH A WINDOW IM GOING TO MURDER YOU

oh thank fuck he’s through the window. love you sreedie <3

not iroh just observing sokka go feral as a picture of absolute passivity lmao

okay I know this is a serious moment but I’m really enjoying the liab trivia night that sokka is hosting rn

I am actually,, extraordinarily pleased with how this chapter went. so uh.. no notes (ignore the several hundred words of notes above)

my heart was POUNDING and now I need to rest and recover. love ya sreeds <3

LEEKIE YOURE SICK?!?! (It’s been like almost two weeks so I hope you’re better) the audacity.

I think it’s hilarious how much of a reaction that title got heheeeee I’m funny.

Sokka spent 90% of RIA trying to get Zuko to stop doing what Sokka is spending 100% of ITF doing lol. It’s called progression damn it

Oh gosh my thoughts on Iroh? I don’t know where to start. I kind of want you to read Iroh how you want in this fic & see if you can figure out my feelings about the man from that? Hmmm? Call it… playing hard to get ;) ((just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean we can’t still play games))

Some people were mad at Suki for leaving after Sokka told her everything but seriously she is like what? 16??? Lied to & manipulated by someone she cared about & then told pfft there’s someone else. Nahhh girls allowed to have hurt feelings & she is allowed to want to bitch slap Sokka for that. (Just because Sokka is hurting doesn’t mean he gets to hurt others sorry buddddddyyy)

Hahaha Sokka did a really good job being there for Zuko but a terrible job keeping their closeness a secret haha: <3

LEEEEEKKKKKIIIEEEEE ok I don’t love you because you’re a lightbulb smashing ex wife but I do hope you’re feeling better & if now I’ll toss some soup through your window <3 (ok I still love you byyeeee)

#but yeahhhh I think #sometimes it’s easy to have a biased opinion on Sokka because we saw his slow burn demise #& all the pain and suffering he endured #& it’s easy to make excuses for him #but at the same time he LEAD SUKI ON #& held her HAND #& told her he still cared about her or whatever #bad Sokka #bad bad bad baddddd #ha imagine if Zuko knew #mr jealous insecurity would have a field day lol #anyway I was just surprised people were upset at Suki #I mean yeah Sokka told her this horrible story but she is a teenager who is emotionally strung out from everything that’s happened #she’s allowed to be selfish and storm out #idk I stand by Suki #but I also stand by Jet so idk if my opinion counts lol #OK LEEKIE I LUBBBBBB YOU #you better be feeling better #I’m going to be worried about you until I know you’re not sick in bed anymore lol #leekie tag #i love you leekie #LIAB #ITF #ASK

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audiovisualrecall · 2 years ago

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I will never ever reblog anything telling anyone that a thing they like 'was totally stupid all along' or to 'read/watch another book/show/movie'. Because besides being a nasty attitude, like. That's not what any of this is about! You can't hear 'oh the author is a bigot now and it's horrible' and go 'oh yeah, their stuff was Obviously bigoted and horrible all along, I could Tell, and if you even liked it at all ever ur an idiot and a bigot'

Like. If you're not giving money to the author and ur trying to educate other ppl WHY DOES IT MATTER if you still like the thing????? Stop moralizing ur hate on for something, stop trying to Win at morals. I'm Queer, Nonbinary/Trans, and Jewish and disabled, I hate who jk Rowling has become and I hate her for Ruining what the books meant to me and so many others. I read tons of books where the author includes some shitty stuff or biases I don't agree with and I go yeah I don't like that.

The issue is NOT the book series. I don't care if the books contain bigoted shit, bc fictional content doesn't even compare to how a real person is hurting people. Plus so do like 90% of books, like, somehow I still enjoy the dragonriders of pern books despite some iffy stuff abt gay men and abt consent, bc the core of the story is what it meant to me.

The house elves and handling therof specifically is racist, how she handled characters from other cultures is iffy, and goblins I suppose could be seen as antisemitic trope but that level of antisemitism is kinda everywhere so I'm used to ignoring it in books and movies. But anyway. The issue is NOT the books, beyond 'don't buy them (firsthand at least) bc it gives her money'. The discussion of 'jk is a terfy piece of shit who is hurting ppl' should not become about some ppl feeling morally superior for not liking a book series (or pretending they never liked it) or insisting the series was never even good anyway so its not a loss. It's good to suggest alternatives to read for people who feel like they can't read hp anymore but love some of the messages or some setting or plot elements, as long as it's not phrased like you Have to discard hp like it's trash.

Lets actually be honest here: The books are good, not amazing, not some height of literature, but they were good books for kids. They were good for a kid who wanted to be braver, who wanted to have powers, who wanted to escape - into a magical world, into a book.

Look: The books said people who value others on some idea of purity are bad people, unequivocally. The books said fascism is bad. They said kids can't always trust adults to do right by them, which mostly kids know and it feels good to have a book acknowledge that yeah, adults are mean or wrong sometimes.

The books said love and caring and friendship and loyalty and helping others and standing up for others and being open to new ideas are good and important and what life is about. The books said love and family and friendship are stronger than hate and greed and prejudice. Those are important messages! And that is exactly why jk's move to terfyness (and everything else she's up to) is such a betrayal. Because she's become her villain, she has become the thing she wrote as a horrible thing to be, and she's so convinced she's Not and that us queer and trans ppl (and now just. Scottish ppl who want to be independent???) are the Real villains for uhhh wanting to exist and do our own thing???

Anyway the pt is she betrayed us and she won't ever get money from me willingly again and I'll try to spread the word and convince others not to feed the beast, but anyone going on abt the books is just trying to feel morally superior and is self righteous and trying to get an A+ in social justice which is literally always the problem.

Let's like. Please for the future focus on the actual issues and Not on debating the quality of the book series??? Otherwise it's also obvious u just don't like the books and are just using this as a justification for that, which isn't necessary. We don't have to justify not liking shit, we don't have to sit on that and wait until the author reveals themself to be an asshole to go 'ooh yes!!'.

#this is like the eragon thing too that popped up cause paolini supports ai art which is shitty and hes a little bit of a schmuck #and ppl decided to go oh yeah lets rag on the Eragon series and act like everyone should agree it was bad and shouldnt like them #its definitely 'i dont like the thing but its popular but oh look the author is unpopular now so i can rag on the thing now and everyone #will have to agree w me bc its a Moral thing bc the author is an asshole now!'#fuck off

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When the sun hits .. — 05. coffee is hot but youre hotter 😉🔫

When the sun hits — soo y/n unfortunately has always had bad luck w/ love. she realized this when she hit the age when everyone around her had an s/o while she had no one to express her romantic feelings for. y/n found herself mourning when she saw a cute boy at the university's library checking out books and realized that she might never see him again until her first shift at Miraé Café .. ☆

word count : 645 / 0.6k words

#UMISOOMI — pt.2 later / tmrw!! i didnt expect the dialogue to be that long 😞😞 my bad guys 💔

__ incheon, s.korea (17:36)

On working days like today, the city is usually very busy so riki insisted that you walk inside the pavement instead of walking near the road preventing you to be possibly hit by any vehicles..

“What a gentleman you are, riki!!” you say, jokingly swooning.

“shut up, eomeoni will kill me if i let you get hurt,” he says, in a joking manner, “you know how she gets.” turning his gaze on you.

“she’ll also kill me if you get the tiniest scratch ever, riki,” you return the eye contact, “i think she loves you more than me..”

“im just like that, yk??” he does the same move his jake hyung always does, the frat boy move.

sigh. “hold my hand, im nervous” you held out your hand in front of him and he intertwines both of your hands together, he had to look down cause of his titanic height ( seriously why is he so fucking tall )

thank god you only had two classes that day, you couldn’t stand being in your classes for longer than 8 hours. Monday classes are usually a pain in the ass and today was especially aggravating because you were anxious about your official first day in miraé.

“dont worry y/nnie, ill be near the register so you can see my handsome face whenever you feel anxious.”

“i would punch your face but youre a fucking wall.” looking up at him, sticking your tongue out.

“what a lovely couple you two are. i hope you grow up well together.” an old lady comments as you two swing by her.

“oh, we aren’t-“ holding your hand up to your face

“thank you, halmeonii” riki cuts you off.

you giving him a blank glare made him laugh.

“we’re here.” riki stopped his tracks, “ladies first.”

you step in, side eyeing him while you walked up the stairs.

the welcoming sound of the bell, the drowned out chatter of the people, and scent of coffee drifts through the air makes you feel at ease. the café was lively today, people arguing with their partners loudly (as the stress gets to the most patient of people,) students with their laptops studying for their courses, and employees taking orders.

“uhh, excuse me?” you walk up to the employee at the register, her smile looks strained.

“hello! how may i help you?” she faces you, her name tag says “jihyo”

“im the new trainee, soo y/n, where should i start?”

“OHH OKOK, come w me!” jihyo opens the side door for you as you enter the register area, “chaeyoungie, can you cover for me so i can show yn around?”

a blonde haired female walks towards jihyo, “woah.. they're both so pretty..” you think to yourself. chaeyoung’s beauty mark and big eyes are stunning. while jihyo’s eyes pull you in.

“of course! have fun, nice to meet you yn!” she smiles brightly, it seems genuine..

__ café miraé (16:44)

after the introductory

“that’s about it, do you have any questions?”

“nope, thank you jihyo sunbaenim!” you bow at a 90° angle.

“ahh, dont be so formal, just call me jihyo ot you can give me a nickname!” she smiles brightly at you

you slowly stand up straight, seeing her smile makes you feel at ease. “okay, thank you jihyo!!” returning the smile, “when do you clock out?”

“i was supposed to clock out at 18:30 but i guess we got caught up.” she takes off her apron, puts in in her locker, and grabs her bag.

“oh, sorry!” you bow in respect, clasping your hands together near your face

“don’t worry about it,” reassuring you, “trust me, i’d much rather talk to you than deal with my roommate.” her giggles fill the room.

“anyways, bye yn! see you tomorrow?” she makes her way to the door, “yeah, tomorrow.” greeting her goodbye.

jeongy/n vs jeongkari 🤣🤣🤣🙏

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#jeongin x reader #stray kids smau #yang jeongin #enhypen #le sserafim #stray kids

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jonnylovers-in-neverland · 2 months ago

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Chris Martin’s NME playlist

“With competitiveness and professional jealousy, I feel very lucky that it very quickly alchemises into just being inspired by someone and then being a fan of them,” Martin told NME, before giving us the lowdown on his fandom love of The Verve, R.E.M., and Missy Elliot in his genre-smashing choices. Check out what tracks he selected and why here…

‘It Makes You Forget (Itgehane)’ – Peggy Gou

Chris Martin: “Peggy Gou is a genius, as far as I am concerned. Her grooves are wonderful. Some people are still in the age of social media and everyone knowing everything, while some people just have ‘cool’ about them. Nick Cave has cool about him, Jay Z is effortlessly cool, and I think Peggy Gou is like that. Of course she has ‘Nanana’, which was brilliant, but I heard ‘If It Makes You Forget’ a few years ago, and every time I do I’m like, ‘How does she do that?’ It’s so clever. When talking about people who make you want to be on top of your game, and she’s one of them.”

‘Bittersweet Symphony’ – The Verve

“Any list of songs that I like has to include this because it’s still the most important song in my life. In a strange way, if you put together all of our songs, they’re all essentially saying that same thing: ‘It’s a bittersweet symphony’ – focussing more on the sweet, but always aware of the bitter. I was at that perfect age for that song; it was just seismic.

“When we were late-teenagers in the mid-90s, the big five of British bands were The Verve, Oasis, Blur, Supergrass, Radiohead. While I still love all five of those bands equally and for different reasons, if I had to take one song from that period, it would have to be ‘Bittersweet Symphony’. It only just beats ‘Airbag’ [Radiohead], ‘It’s Too Late’ [Supergrass], ‘Song 2’ [Blur] and the whole of ‘Different Class’ [Pulp]. ‘Bittersweet Symphony’ must always win.”

‘Independent Women, Pt. 1’ – Destiny’s Child

“This is the blessing of being in our band is you’re allowed to like all kinds of different things because you never have to worry about being cool! Now of course, liking Beyoncé is super cool. The first time we played Top Of The Pops, we were walking up the stage looking like what we were (which was students who’d just been given a bit of money).

“We didn’t look very good, but coming down the stairs were this group of goddesses. I hadn’t heard of them yet, but it was Destiny’s Child. We’d just done our performance of ‘Yellow’ or whatever, and ‘Independent Woman’ was around that time. I was like, ‘Oh my God, there’s a whole other level beyond grime-y bars and indie cool’. To this day, Beyoncé is someone who I’m always inspired by and in awe of. That was the first song that made me understand how good she is.”

‘In The Wee Small Hours’ – Frank Sinatra

“There definitely comes a time in life when you realise, to paraphrase Spinal Tap, no one has loved and lost like Frank. ‘In The Wee Small Hours’ and ‘Only The Lonely’ – those two records that were made in the ‘50s and arranged by a guy called Nelson Riddle who also did a lot of Ella Fitzgerald’s records. His arrangements are compositions and geniusly put-together. There’s a warmth, a sadness and a beauty in those albums that just really hits me now. I feel the same way about Chopin. These are all things that put me firmly in my place.”

‘Feeling Good’ – Nina Simone

“To me, she’s a real paradigm for one of the key philosophies of our band: look at what’s missing as an opportunity, look at what’s broken as the crack where the light comes in (that’s a Leonard Cohen line). Whatever’s happening to you is supposed to be happening to you and is for its highest good. Her story is that she was rejected from a classical conservatoire because of her colour, so she went and became Nina Simone. That’s alchemising trauma in such an incredible way. I hold her in the pantheon of great humans.

“I first heard this song being covered by Muse, every night when we opened for them back in 2000. I was like, ‘Oh this band are really good and that Nina Simone song is amazing.”

‘Nightswimming’ – R.E.M.

“R.E.M. are in the first group of big inspirers. After James, plus ‘Bad’ by Michael Jackson, Aha, and a band called Five Star, they were my first influences. Then came the first real wave of indie and shoegaze – some of it I really liked but some I just pretended to be into to impress the older boys.

“My introduction to R.E.M. was ‘Losing My Religion’, but then ‘Nightswimming’ was when I really fell in love with that band. I realised you could be a great band without any virtuosos if you’ve got the gift of songs and you really care about what you’re doing. R.E.M. gave me that lesson, and ‘Nightswimming’ still blows my mind every time I hear it.”

‘Starburster’ – Fontaines D.C.

“Will [Champion, Coldplay drummer] actually told me about Fontaines right at the beginning with ‘Big’. I listened to it and I got insanely jealous, which is my highest compliment. It was the same thing I felt when I saw The Flaming Lips for the first time or heard Nicki Minaj’s verse on ‘Monster’ by Kanye West. ‘Oh my god, how do you get this good?’ With ‘Big’ I thought, ‘This is unbelievable’. Then ‘Boys In The Better Land’ did the same and my son got really into Fontaines D.C. a few years ago. I thought ‘Skinty Fia’ was a masterpiece and I was eager to hear ‘Romance’ and ‘Starburster’.

“It shows how you become a brilliant band over a long period of time. It’s brave, it’s forward-thinking, it’s got soul, the lyrics are incredible, the melodies are incredible, the production is incredible, it keeps every other band on their toes. You can play it last in a set when no one even knows it and it will hold up. It’s perfect. That deep inhale is the best anti-sing-along too, it’s a breathe-along!”

‘Die Fledermaus: Overture’ – Johann Strauss II

“I saw this the other day at The Hollywood Bowl. My friend is a conductor and he was conducting it. It’s a waltz. Classical music was pop music at the time, and it really hit me the other night. I went right to the back of The Hollywood Bowl behind everybody and watched from way back. I felt like a fan and intimidated by how good the piece was. It was so full of life and colour.

“If this came out tomorrow, it would still be a hit in its way. Even the barrier between ‘classical’ and ‘modern’ music are being erased now. Things are either great or they’re not. This is really, truly wonderful.”

‘The Spark That Bled’ – The Flaming Lips

“When I was 19 and Coldplay was forming, you can hear in our early stuff that my main two influences at that time were Jeff Buckley and Radiohead. Jeff because I could sing in the same range. Before that, I didn’t think we stood a chance because I couldn’t sing like Liam Gallagher, we didn’t have the energy of Supergrass, I can’t observe like Jarvis Cocker could with Sheffield, I’m in trouble. Forget about trip-hop and hip-hop; that seemed so far away. Then Jeff Buckley seemed to sing like I sing but much better, and Radiohead at that time were from a similar socio-economic part of the country and were brilliant. They made me feel like it was possible to be in a band.”

“For a while, you can hear their influence, but then in 1999 we played Reading Festival at the bottom of the bill in the new band’s tent. At the top of the bill was The Flaming Lips, about whom I’d read in the NME and Melody Maker, because they were all into ‘The Soft Bulletin’ and saying it was the best album ever. I had to check them out.

‘The Spark That Bled’ was the first time I’d heard them when I saw them live, and it changed my entire world. It made me realise, ‘Oh, what our band needs to be is just ourselves’. As the internet grew and we travelled further and wider, we found too many influences to name. At the centre of any artist, should just be the freedom and bravery to be yourself – regardless of what anybody says.

“As a human too; as long as you’re not trying to hurt anybody, then the biggest thing you can be is yourself. Wayne Coyne was the first person I saw in the flesh, being really himself. It changed my life.”

‘Work It’ – Missy Elliott

“I remember that video being brilliant. I was probably watching that in the studio, thinking ‘Where has this come from?’ We hadn’t been to America yet or anything, and this was another thing that felt a million miles away but now doesn’t. It’s another perfect song.”

[link to that playlist on Spotify]

#coldplay #chris martin #moon music era

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[Disrespectful Replies Pt. 1]

Starting a new tag series. I will be responding to the latest controversial/idiotic topics or thoughts I come across. Starting with height.

“If I was 6’_, I would’ve went to *insert pro league*.”

No you wouldn’t. Team USA just got their ass handed to them by Team Germany which consists of what looks like a bunch of white dudes and 5’11 Africans. Also, you still should be able to shoot at whatever height. Remember, there are FEMALE basketball players standing at about 5’6. You just either aren’t athletic or can’t shoot. Also, you’ve clearly never experienced the strength difference of a growth spurt. It’s like 10,000 bricks to 1 free throw.

“I’m only short because my dad made me like this.”

I’m about to have all my baby mommas be short to debunk this bullshit. How does it prove anything? You only need one tall gene to accomplish this. It’s also because BOTH your parents are short, dumbass. Your genetics are assigned based on necessity in comparison to the opposing genetic. Meaning the genetics you have fit BEST with the ones you get from the opposite parent. Example: Long legs, small feet. Sounds ridiculous right? How is that best for survival? DUMB ASS THOUGHTS. My father and I are 3 inches taller than my 6’0 grandfather. My other grandfather is about 6’0 or just under. It is possible for an individual to be taller than their parent (or same as). It just has to be the best genetic combination. You all are idiots. Also, some of you aren’t strong enough (NATURALLY, dumbass) to support the weight of the human body, if tall. In addition to this, are you aware taller people (statistically) live shorter lives? Some of us are already dead. Genetics are about strength and survival. Not the life you wanted. Life is not supposed to boost your mental strength into forming an ego because of your genetics or physical strength to allow you to become a bitter villain. Adding, joint pains are not typically a short person issue.

“It’s because they’re tall.”

There are fat, skinny, ugly, pretty, athletic, non-athletic tall people. Have you watched sports? Someone has to be the loser. Not all tall people luck up in the gene pool. Some of us are just average talent wise or looks wise, even below. Taller people do not receive special treatment. Those over 6’0 are taller than over 80% of the world and 90% at 6’2. We do not receive special treatment. We are not approachable. We are not well liked, other than when envied.

These are not issues. It is just not something to complain about from the outside looking in (short). Not every instance of being tall is as great as you believe…better than climbing on counters and complaining though. In the modern world, you may benefit more from your situation. The world feels you are approachable. The world FEELS they can manipulate you based on your size, take advantage (employment). As opposed to us being consciously or subconsciously assessed right away. The world is majority money focused today, so in a world where you are seen as a better option, in whatever way. Stop looking at unique opportunities like sports, “success” and “relationships” as a privilege we have over others. In sports, we can’t ALL make the roster in professional sports. We can’t ALL be the best. We can’t ALL have the absolute best opportunities. We can’t have all our problems solved by seeing over crowds and refrigerators.

The world is unique. What is the difference? Every life has it’s challenges. Shut the fuck up. You have never experienced SHIT. Not even in your own life. What do you know about being successful in someone else’s life?

EDIT: 6’0 or under is short (to me). The 5’10-5’11 mafia complains so much about “feeling” short/not tall enough that I have to consider them as short as everybody 5’3-5’9. Shit is ridiculous.

#personal #disrespectful replies #disrespect #chicago #2023 #LilMark #PUNKAssMark #afr0-thunder

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redactedgender · 9 months ago

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my redacted face claims / fancasts pt. 2

aka the squeakquel

the response to these has been so overwhelming in the best way possible. these face claims have become very important and indulgent to me over the near year(!!) i've been into redacted, and knowing that other people like them means a lot to me as well

so, here's a pt 2 of sorts. i only have three face claims in this one, but i'll make up for it by adding my piercing hc's for some of the characters (because piercings are a special interest of mine)

let's go!

GEORDI

andrew garfield (actor) (the amazing spider-man)

; so he originally was my guy face claim because "30/90" is one of my guy songs, but then i thought about it, and andrew garfield in his spider-man movie is literally so geordi coded i had to change it up. do you see the vision?? like with the glasses and everything??

; i think part of why this works so well is that while andrew garfield is incredibly attractive, in tasm he plays peter parker so awkward and wallflower-ly that it screams geordi to me. also, his range as an actor would be so good for geordi's videos, since there's so many different emotions that go through his playlist

PORTER

kit young (actor) (shadow & bones)

; OK HEAR ME OUT. i started watched s&b around the time i got into redacted, but when the hyperfixation for redacted won, i kinda stopped watching it. but that didn't stop me from filing kit young away as a potential face claim. i just had to wait a few months before porter got introduced

; kit young's jesper portrayal was so impressive (i've never read six of crows tbh but my point still stands) and multilayered that really translates well to porter. he's flirty, he's deep, his history is a mystery but explains why he does the things he's doing—it's the perfect concoction that makes up porter as well. also, imagine this guy just covered in tattoos. that's my porter solaire right there

LASKO

matthew gray guebler (actor, author) (criminal minds)

; this, fun fact, wasn't my first pick for a lasko hc. however, after seeing an edit on tiktok (because of course) of mgg meeting with a fan, it hit me like a ton of bricks that he was lasko. i mean. guys. c'mon. like not even because i had a very strong attachment to reid when i watched criminal minds and it feels like a stereotypical casting choice for lasko

; mgg’s portrayal of spencer reid was very important to me when i started watching the show, and i think that even if lasko is a bit more expressive than reid, and goes on tangents that are more fluttery than factual, mgg definitely can do it right. also, imagine lasko with reid’s bird-headed cane? or, because part of my hc that after the inversion, hux cut off his locs/shaved his hair, and my freelancer insert also shaved his hair, lasko ended up cutting his hair—so it was almost like reid’s very long hair to shorter hair transition in the seasons. am i overexplaining this?? oh well, it fits i suppose hdskdhks

ok! we’ve gotten to the bonus content! here are some piercings i think some of the redacted bois have (cw for some spicy piercings)

GUY he has a few actually! - he has both of his lobes pierced once, and on his right ear he also has a helix piercing he wears with a little horseshoe hoop - he used to have an eyebrow piercing in high school. he took it out after starting college cuz it got infected, but he replaced it with a lip ring on the left side of his mouth. usually wears a hoop in it - he also has a tongue piercing. i am indulgent with my faves, what can i say? he originally got it for spicy spicy times but after it healed he learned it was also really good for fidgeting with at work also he only has one nipple piercing cuz he got the first one and hated how painful it was and chickened out of the second one, so now he only has one pierced

GAVIN hoo boy - so gavin is maybe my most pierced character (or might be tied). this man has sooooo many piercings. the ones on his ears are inspired by visual kei/j-fashion styles (just imagine in gold instead of silver). he has at least ten in each ear (that's just a general idea not the specifics), included large stretched ears - this size specifically (16mm / 5/8th) - on his face, he has a septum, snake bites and his tongue (you cannot escape my tongue piercing hc’s) - on the rest of his body, gavin has both nipples pierced, as well as some below the belt… (three of them in fact) - for some extra-ness, his horns are also pierced, two in his left and one in his right. they kind of only appear in aria though

LASKO - he has three in each ear: standard lobe for both, a second lobe and a conch in the right ear, and a helix and tragus in his left - has the right side of his nose pierced (which he got after my freelancer took him with them to get a new tattoo) and plans to eventually get a septum - most of lasko's jewelry is silver and plain looking due to D.A.M.N.’s rules about body mods (you can have them the jewelry just has to be very simple)

if i get the energy to make more of these i will. or, if anyone would be interested in my listener oc's and sonas, let me know and i could maybe talk abt them

my redacted face claims / fancasts

literally only two ppl asked for this ( @infiniterotting @mrsmiagreer youre both responsible for this /j) but i will take any chance to infodump

most of these are based on the vibes i get from the characters, if you perceive them differently that’s alright! i’m just having fun with it :]

let’s go!

GUY

ross lynch (musician, actor)

; somehow i didn’t think of him while i was first trying to figure out who my face claim for guy would be. originally i had my geordi face claim as my guy one, but you’ll see why i swapped them eventually dhjsdh!! ; ross has the like perfect amount of chaotic energy but also playful flirting that works really well with guy. like, the shaggy dirty blond hair, the dimples, his eyes… like, yeah. also this mf is 6’, which is taller than i had for guy originally, but him being tall is lowkey funny

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ELLIOTT

josh hutcherson (actor)

; as my hc of elliott includes him being trans, i wasn’t intentionally looking for a short actor to face claim for him (he's 5'5). but then i saw the first pic of josh hutcherson and all thoughts went out the window. as a member of the beanie boy elliott committee, it felt like fate. like imagine him with the piercings erik has, creating dreamscapes and fighting blake. god i wanna destroy him. elliott's one of my faves, and this face claim just makes my brain happy ; josh hutcherson has got the range to be able to play a character like elliott i think. also, like, y’know. it just makes sense to me ok dhsjdhj

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DAMIEN

calum hood (bassist for 5 Seconds of Summer)

; so doing research on calum hood made me learn that he’s scottish/māori, which was surprising to me. my hc for damien doesn’t line up with that at all, but i think calum hood has the perfect look for him regardless. strong but not muscly, a nice smile, and the hair?? i think yes ; my damien hc includes him being trans, fun fact. he’s extremely stealth, like only his mom and the damn crew know he’s trans. its ok firecracker, you’re still valid. ik calum hood isn’t trans, but his vibes still fit the resident fire boi

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IVAN

leonardo decaprio (younger) (actor)

; i literally cannot explain why he’s my ivan face claim. i think i saw someone else fancast him, and was like “oh yeah, that works!” and then never thought abt it again dhsjhddj!! i have nothing else to say abt this honestly

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HUXLEY

wasabi no ginger (big hero 6) / harry samba (model)

; so wasabi was my first casting for huxley because i have the hc that he had locs that he cut off after the inversion as a form of starting over, and when thinking about what his hair would look like afterwards, i thought abt wasabi. and then i thought abt how they’re similar in that they’re both not taken seriously in their fields due to stereotyping, and how wasabi is big and gentle and huxley is big and gentle too, so here we are. i think this makes sense ; i thought having an actual real person face claim for hux would be good to have, since the other characters have them too. i found this model after doing a bit of looking on pinterest, and i like this guy’s confidence (also he’s like. built. which works perfectly). he seems confident but goofy, which is so perfectly hux-coded. just imagine them combined to make my huxley face claim fgdhsjk or like wasabi is s1-s2 hux & harry samba is s3 or something

ok so i don't wanna make this post like ten pages long so if this gets enough attention i will do a pt 2 with more of my face claims (and maybe some extra goodies like my piercing ideas for the speaker characters)

thank you for indulging me dhskhdks

#redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted fancasts #face claims #dog.txt #geordi #porter #lasko #guy #gavin

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Bitter sweet symphony

Genre: fluff & angst Words: 6.220 Prompt: 90s grunge boy Jeno x female reader featuring Donghyuck

Warnings: mentions of cigarettes and smoking, alcohol, drinking, insecurities, being emotional while drunk

A/N: Donghyuck is baaaack! Well technically it's the first time he appears but the second time I've written for him! I'd love to hear your thoughts on him and his relationships with both the MC and to Jeno 😈 I also don't know why this is so long... I'm sorry?

Timeline wise, this plays after I'll be there for you pt. 2.

Everlong masterlist | Bitter sweet symphony pt.2

When Jeno had agreed to drive you and one of your friends to yet another party on the other side of town after his shift at work, he had expected to be met with one of your many girl-friends. But the person sitting on his living room sofa like they were owning the place was distinctly male. “Hi..?” Jeno asked slowly, clearly confused as he put his keys and wallet down to shimmy out of his leather jacket so he could neatly hang it up, fishing out his pack of cigarettes and lighter right after to stuff them into his back pocket instead. “Are you the infamous boyfriend?” The male on his sofa asked instead of returning Jeno’s greeting, squinting his eyes as he scanned over Jeno’s outfit: Just a simple, worn black band tee he had found in a thrift store and ripped jeans, his feet clad in his beat-up black converse that he toed off to throw them into the pile of shoes near the door. You'd probably nag at him later for not properly putting them away. If he were to guess what the state of his hair was, chances were high it was a mess of inky strands from the short drive in his car. “I guess?” Jeno answered the question, running his hands through his hair to get it in at least some kind of order. He really needed a haircut. Talking about good first impressions… “Hi, I’m Donghyuck,” the other finally introduced himself, jumping over the backseat of the sofa, a bright smile on his face and skidding over on sock-clad feet to shake Jeno’s hand. “Jeno,” he mumbled as an answer, a little overwhelmed with the tan boy’s approach.

“Hyuckie, I can’t find it anywhere, I’m sorry. We gotta- Oh, you’re home already,” you immediately interrupted your rant about the necklace you had been searching for when you spotted your boyfriend in the living room, seemingly a bit lost. Smiling widely, you quickly wound your arms around his waist to press a kiss to his cheek, delighted when all he smelled like was his cologne and not the stench of cigarettes. He had been trying to cut it down again and it seemed like he finally was able to get through a work shift without a smoke break. Or he had gotten better at hiding it. But you chose to believe the first option. “Hi babe,” you giggled happily, “You’ve met Hyuckie already?” “I wasn’t expecting your friend to be male,” he confessed quietly, one of his hands easily finding home on your waist to squeeze it softly, “No offense to you, Donghyuck.” “None taken,” the boy with the honey-brown hair waved it off, “Even though your cat does hate me.” “What?” Jeno immediately frowned. Bongsik usually couldn’t wait to inspect new people, rubbing her fur all over any of your friends until they complained about it clinging to their clothes. She’d immediately curl up to Jaemin whenever he was over as well, loudly demanding pets and ear scratches. “She’s hiding on top of the fridge,” you sighed, “And she won’t stop hissing at me when I try to coax her out.” “I’ll go get her,” Jeno sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple, “When am I dropping you guys off?” “In an hour or so is fine,” you smiled, letting go of your boyfriend’s waist so he could go and get your cat out of the kitchen where she wasn’t supposed to be in the first place.

Slipping into the kitchen, Jeno couldn’t even make out a single whisker of his kitten. “Bongsik?” He asked lowly, quietly approaching the fridge so as to not scare her further, “Hey my princess.” Even when he was standing on his tiptoes, he could barely make out the white patches of her fur in the darkness between the top of the fridge and the cupboard hung overhead. “Come out, it’s me,” Jeno cooed, softly tapping his fingers against the fridge to get her attention. For a while it was quiet, before Bongsik let out a very soft meow, turning so he could see the light reflecting in her eyes. “Come here,” he repeated himself, carefully extending his hand with his palm up to let her smell him. Not even a second later, he found himself with an armful of kitten, the small animal purring loudly as she nuzzled into his neck. Chuckling, Jeno scratched the fur behind her ears, coddling her like a baby until she went boneless in his grip. “What’s with you, huh? Hissing at people? That’s not how I raised you.” Since Bongsik still was just a cat and could neither understand Jeno nor answer him, she just innocently blinked her eyes, still purring loudly. Shaking his head, he let her rest over his shoulder, one of her favorite places to perch so she could see the apartment from a different point of view. “That’s my girl.”

“I don’t know what happened for her to hide like that, but she seems fine to me,” Jeno announced, walking back into the living room with Bongsik still perched on his shoulder, attentively scanning the room like she had never seen it before. “She was hissing like crazy when I tried to approach her,” Donghyuck said with a pout on his lips, “I just wanted to pet her.” “She usually likes people, I really don’t understand why she didn’t like Hyuckie,” you sighed, slowly approaching your boyfriend to reach out for the kitten who calmly let you stroke through her fur. “You sure she doesn’t have a twin or something? This seems like a completely different cat,” Donghyuck joked from his spot on the couch, making you giggle and Jeno frown. If Bongsik didn’t like him, something must be up with him. “Nope, just this one,” you smiled, scratching the kitten’s chin, “Jeno saved her from the streets.” “And she just let you?” “She’s very docile,” Jeno explained, holding her a little tighter when Donghyuck got up. But your friend didn’t even manage to come close enough to pet her before Jeno felt her tense up in his grip and her claws pierced through his shirt and into his skin. Hissing from the pain, Jeno took a step back from Donghyuck. “I’m sorry, she just doesn’t seem to like you at all.” “Did she..?” “I’m okay, bubblegum,” Jeno simply smiled, letting Bongsik jump from his hold to dash somewhere to your bedroom, adding some more scratches to his skin in the process.

“Cats are such weird little dudes,” Donghyuck tried to divert the tension that seemed to build in the room. Biting his tongue to not give a snarky comment to defend his kitten’s honor, Jeno simply shook his head. He was not about to start a discussion over his kitten not liking your friend and how it probably was his fault and not hers. Good first impressions, good first impressions… “Did you eat already?” He ended up asking instead. “Yes, we did,” you dragged out your words, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend. “Hey,” he giggled, playfully digging his fingers into your sides, “I’m just looking out for you and your alcohol tolerance.” “I know, you idiot,” you laughed, batting his tickling hands away to throw your arms around his neck instead. “Just want you to be safe,” Jeno whispered into the small space between you, wrapping you up in a warm hug and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “We’ll be fine,” you smiled, carding your hands through Jeno’s hair, “And I can always call you.” “Always. No matter the time,” he reminded you, his breath ghosting over your lips, “No matter how drunk you are.” Before you could either make a snarky reply or reassure him, he closed the distance between you to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “You sap,” you chuckled softly, kissing him again just because you could, smiling into the kiss when Jeno held you just a little tighter against him.

“Hey, eh, uhm,” Donghyuck coughed, interrupting the moment, “I’m still right here, you know?” Visibly flinching, you untangled yourself from Jeno who only awkwardly scratched his neck. “Sorry, Hyuckie we didn’t mean to make you uncom-” “It’s all good, I get it,” he tried to laugh it off, “I’d do the same but we still gotta get ready because you’re not going to a party in that outfit.” “What’s wrong with that outfit?” Jeno asked, smoothing out the back of your shirt. He really liked to color on you. And if he wasn’t mistaken, the jeans were one of your favorite pairs. “Nothing’s wrong with it but I have something else in mind,” you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek before you took Donghyuck’s hand to pull him into your bedroom. “But you’re not going to…” Jeno trailed off, gesturing into the general direction of the room to get his point across. “No, I’ll leave when she changes,” Donghyuck cleared up, holding his palms up in defense, “But I’ll help her choose.” Jeno didn’t like the way your friend’s lips spread into a grin as he spoke. Not one bit. But for the sake of not wanting to ruin your evening, he swallowed down the jealousy clawing at his throat. “I’ll be outside if anyone needs me,” he gritted out instead, opening the window so he could climb out onto the fire escape. He really needed a smoke.

“I’ll pick you up at three,” Jeno reminded you when he dropped you and Donghyuck off at one of his friend’s houses, the music already loud even on the street in front of the house. “Yes, Jeno, I’ll be out,” you smiled, leaning through the window of his car to kiss him softly. “Don’t drink weird stuff strangers give you and call me sooner if you want to leave or get a cab.” “I’ll be careful, I promise. Don’t worry.” “I always worry, bubblegum,” Jeno sighed against your lips before he claimed them again, tasting the sweet cherry of your lipgloss that left his lips sticky. “I’ve got Hyuckie and the others with me, we’re gonna keep an eye out for each other,” you reassured him again, “Go watch your stupid horror movies with Jaemin.” “I’ll get you to watch one with me eventually,” Jeno grinned, starting his car again, “Be safe.” “I will,” you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

Jeno had barely driven a couple of meters when you felt Donghyuck attach himself to your back. “We’re gonna have sooo much fun tonight,” he promised. “Then lead the way,” you giggled, letting him pull you after him by your intertwined hands so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd that was already inside. Expertly maneuvering through various bodies, Donghyuck took you to the kitchen first, grabbing two cups to mix some concoction for both of you. “Drink up and then we’re gonna dance,” he challenged you, drowning his own drink in record time. “Shouldn’t we look for the others?” “Is now a good time to make a confession?” Donghyuck looked almost bashful, looking up at you from below his long lashes, “It’s just the two of us tonight. The girls didn’t feel like coming all the way out here. But I didn’t want to go alone and your boyfriend always drives you to all the parties regardless of where they are.” You just sighed and gently bumped his shoulder, not really having it in you to be mad at your best friend. Especially not if he jutted his bottom lip out in a small pout. “You could just have told me before, I would have come regardless.” “But we’re here now,” he pouted, already refilling his cup, “So let’s have fun.” Shaking your head at his antics, you quickly drowned your first cup as well to have him refill it again with the questionable mixture that burned down your throat.

“But you do know the people throwing this party, right?” “Don’t worry your pretty little head,” Donghyuck grinned, “I went to school with the guy living here, he was my senior. Let’s drink up and dance.” Rolling your eyes at him for good measure, you threw back your second drink, barely managing to keep your whole body from cringing when you felt it burn down your throat. “Don’t you dare lose me in this crowd,” you threatened, holding out your hand to him. “I won’t. Promise,” your friend smiled, interlacing your hands to drag you to the living room turned dance floor.

You had lost track of time after a questionable amount of drinks and dancing until your feet hurt, only remembering laughing and drinking even more with Donghyuck, his smile lighting up the dimly lit room. But after the last colorful shot that one of Donghyuck’s friends had handed to you, the stuffy room began to spin around you, your knees giving out beneath you as you stumbled right into Donghyuck’s arms, trusting him to catch you. “You alright?” Your friend giggled, tightening his grip around your waist as his fingers dug into your overheated skin where your shirt was showing off your midriff. “I think I need some air,” you panted, hooking your arms around his neck to hold onto him a little more securely even if the denim of his clothes scratched your bare skin. “Hold on tight,” he rasped, pulling you flush to his body so you could feel the heat his body seemed to radiate through your thin clothes. “Hyuck-,” you gasped, instinctively tightening your hold on him as the room only started to spin harder. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised, slowly making his way through the crowd, his hold on your waist tight.

Once he managed to get you both outside, you took a deep breath of the chilly air of the night, still heavily leaning into Donghyuck’s hold. “Let’s sit you down,” he spoke quietly, his breath sending shivers down your spine as it tickled your skin. Suddenly feeling very breathless, Donghyuck’s familiar perfume clouding your senses, you could only nod. A gentle smile spread on your friend’s handsome face before he mouthed an ‘okay’ and slowly lead you over to the edge of the porch where he helped you sit down. “Stay here, I’ll get you some water. Don’t move.” “I don’t think I can,” you giggled, a dopey smile on your lips. “Stay,” he said again like you were some kind of dog he was training, tripping over his own feet on his way back into the house, making you snort out an unattractive laugh. “Don’t laugh,” he called over before slipping back into the house.

Once you were alone in the backyard, you sighed loudly, tugging a hand through the mess that your hair had become. God, the night air really did nothing to sober you up, if anything it made more of the dizzying feeling rush to your head. Sighing, you let your body fall backward onto the wood of the porch, looking up into the starry sky. It somehow made you think of all the nights you had spent with Jeno under these stars. Or under different ones back in your hometown. Would they be the same? You didn’t know but were sure that Jeno must know the answer and would explain it to you with a gentle smile tugging at his lips. Jeno… You sighed loudly, a smile spreading on your lips as your insides seemed to heat up. You really were stupidly, absolutely irrevocably in love with him. You had to giggle at the thought.

Jeno. Perfect Jeno. With his gentle heart and crescent eyes. Always being nothing short but the world’s best boyfriend to you. Always knowing what you needed without you even having to tell him. Gently holding you in his arms after a stressful day at uni and pressing kisses to every inch of skin he had access to until you were smiling and squirming away from the tickling feeling. Bringing back little treats from the bakery he passed by on his way back from work every once in a while for you to enjoy. Singing to you while playing his guitar when you asked him to. Even watching stupid romance movies with you even if you knew that he didn’t like them, too cheesy for his taste. Or studying for your tests with you. Attentively reading over your notes as you recited the answers to him and never losing his patience no matter how bad you were doing. Driving you to uni on the days you had tests just so that you could sleep a little longer after cramming the whole night. Which of course you had only stopped because he had coaxed you into bed and wrapped you up against his chest so you could fall asleep with the sound of his heartbeat beneath your ear. And what did you do? All you knew was how to take, take, take. When had been the last time you had done something nice for him? You couldn’t remember. But what you did remember was how Jeno had woken you up this morning with sweet kisses when he had to leave for work, whispering sweetly how you had to get up to go to your classes and that a steaming cup of coffee was awaiting you on the kitchen counter.

You hadn’t even noticed that you had started crying, only realizing it when you tasted the salt on your lips. Just then a sob clawed its way up your throat, whacking through your body. Crying even harder, you rolled onto your side, hugging your knees to your chest. You were truly a terrible girlfriend, how did you even remotely deserve someone as loving and kind-hearted as Jeno? You weren’t just a terrible girlfriend but a terrible human altogether, exploiting Jeno’s kind and loving heart. Why did he even stay with you? What did you even have to offer to him in return? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You were just some bubblegum girl and he was- well he was him. Jeno. Perfect Jeno.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Donghyuck’s voice pulled you from your spiraling thoughts, “Breathe for me. Take a deep breath.” Heaving through your sobs, you tried to do as he told you, feeling your world spin on its axis as you were pulled up and into his chest. “Hyuckie,” you hiccuped, tightening your fists in his shirt. “Hey, what happened?” He tried to soothe you, rubbing your back in a comforting manner. “I’m worthless.” “Hey, hey, hey. Who told you that?” Instead of answering, another sob whacked through your body, thoughts of how loving Jeno was and how he never wanted anything in return running through your mind. “You need to calm down, please,” Donghyuck begged, cradling your face between his palms to force you to look at him, “Breathe. Take a deep breath.” “Hyuck-” “Shh, focus on breathing,” he cut you off, gently stroking your tears from your cheeks, “You’re beautiful inside and outside. You’re so far from being worthless. You’re- You’re such a precious friend to me. You’re smart and so incredibly pretty. And caring and warm. And one of the most hardworking people I’ve ever met. And you always put your friends first, are there when we need you. You’re funny. Like actually hilarious. Maybe not as much as me, but I love- I love laughing with you. And being around you. You’re a good person. A very good person. A person worthy and deserving of love.”

“Hyuckie, stop,” you laughed through your tears, “Or I’ll cry even more.” “No more crying,” Donghyuck declared firmly before he pulled you to his chest in a tight hug. “Okay,” you mumbled where you buried your face in his neck, allowing yourself to pull comfort from his embrace. Reveling in the little kisses he pressed to your hair. “What happened?” He asked quietly when he felt you relax in his hold, the tension leaving your body. “Got lost in my head,” you admitted. “And you came to the conclusion you’re worthless?” You only barely didn’t wince at how harsh Donghyuck’s words sounded. Like he was scolding a child and he was truly disappointed in you. “Because you’re not. Okay?” He emphasized again, pulling back so he could see your face again. You must look like a mess, makeup smeared down your cheeks and nose snotty but his honey eyes bored into yours nevertheless. “Okay?” He asked again. “Okay,” you whispered, no confidence behind your statement.

“And now again like you actually mean it.” “But I- I’m not sure,” you sighed, letting your body sag against your friend’s, not able to bear seeing his eyes pierce into yours like that. “You want to talk about it?” “It’s... It’s about Jeno,” you admitted shyly. “What?” Donghyuck exclaimed, his eyes going wide, “He better not treat you like anything less tha-” “That’s not it,” you immediately shut him down again, waving your hands in front of him, “It’s... It’s the exact opposite. He’s... He’s perfect, Hyuckie. He’s caring, he’s understanding, he makes me feel so loved, and he’s always there for me when I don’t even know I need him. He makes me coffee in the morning, brings my favorite cake back from his work at the diner and he’s the world’s best cat dad. And don’t even get me started on how in bed he-” “I don’t think I want to know,” Donghyuck was the one to cut you off this time, a grimace on his face. “But Hyuckie, the way he-” “No. Do not want to hear it,” he emphasized, pressing the cup of water he had gotten you to your lips to shut you up. Tentatively, you took the cup from him to feel the cold water smooth out the roughness that had built up in your throat both from the stuffy air inside the house and from crying.

“But Hyuckie-” “No, I really don’t need to know what happens behind closed doors.” “But you-” “I know I’m the king of oversharing,” he giggled, “But I really do not want to know what your boyfriend is like in bed.” At that, you just pouted, the sight smoothing out the furrow in Donghyuck’s brow and you could tell that a smile was tugging at his plush lips. This was unfair when Donghyuck would always go on and on about his hookups. Both the good ones and the ones that had ended in a mess. “Stop pouting, dummy,” he jokingly slapped your naked arm, “Let me protect my virtuous image of you. Bad enough that I know that you do the dirty.” “You do the dirty all the time, this is unfair.” “Shush,” he silenced you with a finger pressed to your lips that you gently nipped at, making him squirm away. “Behave.”

At that you just pouted again, taking another sip of your water. “And this is not what we were trying to discuss here, sweety.” “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore, it’s stupid,” you sulked, turning your body away from him to curl into a little ball. “You’re the worst when you’re drunk,” Donghyuck laughed, simply laying down next to you. “I’m not drunk,” you mumbled, swallowing half of your words. “Sure, if that makes you feel better.” “I’m nooot,” you whined, turning around all at once to slap his chest but it turned out not only to be a bad idea because the slap ended up half-assed at best but it also made your head spin violently, pulling bile up to your throat. “Hey, take it slowly,” Donghyuck comforted you, tucking your hair back into place as you groaned loudly, pressing your eyes shut tightly to fight back nausea.

“I hate this. Why did you let me drink so much?” “Where’s the fun in partying if neither of us is drunk?” He just laughed it off. “I want a new best friend, you’re horrible,” you whined, hiding your face in his chest. “You love me,” Donghyuck giggled softly, wrapping you up in his arms again. You didn’t answer him, at least not verbally, simply seeking the warmth his body always radiated liberally.

“You going to tell me now how you ended up making yourself sad to the point of crying any time soon? That can’t have been it,” He mumbled after a while. Of course, he’d bring it up again. Sighing, you nodded, hands playing with the frayed hem of his well-worn shirt. “I just,” another sigh, “I just thought about how he’s just. He’s just so perfect and I’m just. Just me.” “No one is perfect, darling.” “No. He is. Like. He’s perfect for me,” you tried to explain, “He always knows when I’m sad and just need a hug. He brings me back my favorite food from the diner, he always goes along with what I want to watch on TV. Hyuckie, he even plays me songs on his guitar if I ask him to. And I just. I don’t do any of that which means I am a terrible girlfriend.” “Hey. Easy. Take a breath,” Donghyuck immediately noticed when your breathing picked up again, soothingly running his hands up and down your back. “But Hyuck-” “Stop, sweetie,” he sighed, softening his voice down again like he was talking to a wounded animal.

“You don’t get it,” you sighed in defeat, trying to wind yourself out of his embrace. “Hey, stop.” “No. You stop.” “Shh,” Donghyuck shut you up, gently cradling your face between his palms to make you look at him, his eyes boring into yours before his features softened again. “God, you look fucked up,” he giggled, clearly trying to ease the tension that had built between you as he used his thumb to gently wipe away the black streaks of tears on your cheeks. “You’re the worst,” you sniffled but leaned into the comfort of his touch anyways. “You’re not worthless okay?” Your friend reminded you, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “But-” “No ifs and buts. You are worthy of love,” he repeated himself, pulling you close so he could press his lips to your forehead in a fleeting kiss. “You hear that?” He whispered, “You’re worthy of being loved. Of- Of you know- Jeno’s love. You probably don’t even realize how much you’re doing for him in return. Like that time when you made us all wait outside that record store because you saw a vinyl he might like? Or when you ditched us so you could be the perfect housewife to surprise him at home with his favorite meal because he was having a rough week. Or when you chewed my ear off about how you found the perfect cat tower on the side of the road and needed me to help you get it into your apartment for the cat he rescued? And those are just the things that I know about.” “Hyuckie…” “No. What I mean is. You’re probably doing all kinds of things for him and you don’t even think twice about it and he’s probably the same. He’s- He- Jeno seemed really in love with you,” he pressed out in one breath, his voice trailing off at the end until it was barely audible. “You think so?” “I wouldn’t lie to you,” Donghyuck promised, running a hand through your hair, “Not about something like that. You are lovable.”

“Thank you, Hyuckie,” you sighed, winding your arms around his torso and pressing your head into his chest, “I’m sorry for ruining the night.” “You didn’t ruin anything, darling. If we hadn’t gone outside, either of us would probably be puking our guts out right about now,” he joked, gently working out the knots in your hair. “Should we- Should we find a phone and call Jeno?” “Let’s stay like this for a little longer,” your friend whispered, holding you just a little bit closer to shield you from the cold of the night.

“Good morning, bubblegum,” the deep baritone of Jeno’s voice slowly coaxed you from your sleep. You could only groan, your throat dry and your head pounding with a headache as you tried to bury yourself deeper into your fluffy pillow and blankets that enveloped you with the smell of home and comfort to block out the light of the sun. “You gotta get up, baby. I made breakfast. Well, technically lunch,” he chuckled, the sound like music to your ears. When he yet again didn’t get any reaction out of you, you felt the bed dip next to you with Jeno’s weight. “Come on, bubblegum,” he tried to coax you out again, prying the blankets back that you had pulled tightly around your body, “If you’re not coming out, I’m coming in to your little burrito.” “Jeno,” you whined but let go anyways, not enough strength left in you to fight him off. “Stop fighting me,” he laughed hoarsely, snaking his arms around you to pull your back against his chest so he could nuzzle his face against your neck, pressing small kisses to the skin. “Not fighting you,” you sighed, going lax in his hold, just basking in the attention he was showering you in.

“You feeling okay?” He asked after a little while. “Headache,” you grumbled, intertwining your fingers where he had them splayed out on your stomach. “You were pretty drunk when I picked you up,” Jeno mumbled lowly to not agitate your headache any further. “‘m sorry…” “No need to,” he reassured you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “You were mostly tired and already fell asleep halfway back home. But you- you looked like you had cried.”

That made you tense up in Jeno’s arms, memories of last night flooding your brain: Of crying in Donghyuck’s embrace, of feeling stupidly worthless and like a terrible girlfriend to Jeno, and of Donghyuck’s comforting words and touch. “Hey,” Jeno gently called out when he felt your body locking up, lifting himself up onto his elbow so he could look down onto you, his kind eyes filled with worry. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, bubblegum,” he immediately reassured you, gently stroking your matted hair from your face. “I just,” you tried to explain it, your voice cracking both because of how dry your throat was and because of the raw emotion in Jeno’s gaze. “Wait. Here,” he interrupted you, carefully grabbing a bottle of water with electrolytes from the bedside table and opening it before he handed it over to you. “Thank you,” you smiled, grunting as you sat up against the headboard, your stomach fluttering with butterflies instead of nausea when your smile was mirrored on Jeno’s face, his eyes just slightly curling into the crescents you loved so much before you took a sip from the drink, the cold liquid doing wonders for your sore throat as well as calming down your upset stomach just a little bit.

“You look like shit,” Jeno laughed softly when he took the bottle back from you, maneuvering around so he was sat next to you against the headboard of your bed, throwing an arm around your shoulder to hold you close. “Geez, thank you,” you chuckled, letting your head fall back against him. “I didn’t do a good job at cleaning your face,” he snickered, “You look like a little raccoon.” “You cleaned my face? And I didn’t wake up?” “I think you did once after I had carried you all the way up the stairs and put you into bed already,” he chuckled, “Smacked my hands away and mumbled something I couldn’t catch before you hugged my pillow like your life depended on it. Had to sleep without it until you decided it was better to hug me than to suffocate yourself in my pillow.” “I’m sorry,” you pouted, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment, “I don’t know why Donghyuck and I drank so much last night.” “I’m just glad you called me,” Jeno simply said, “And that you were safe out there. I mean. Except for the crying thing…” “Yeah- I- I just- I drank too much and then started thinking and I- I was getting worried and overwhelmed and got lost in my head,” you tried to explain what had happened without worrying him any more than he probably already was.

Jeno simply hummed to indicate that he had heard you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “I don’t know what else to say,” you mumbled, curling your body further into his, craving the comfort his touch always brought you. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, bubblegum,” he reassured you, winding his arms around you so you could climb onto his lap to bury your head in his neck, your thighs bracketing his hips and inhaling the smell of your laundry detergent mixed with Jeno’s perfume. “I just- I want- Jeno, I-” “Shh,” he gently shushed you, running his hands up and down your back, not unlike Donghyuck had done yesterday just that Jeno knew exactly when to squeeze a little tighter and when to simply leave featherlight touches to calm you down. After a little while, he let his fingers slip beneath your shirt which you only now realized actually belonged to Jeno. It was one of his favorite big, baggy graphic tees, the print already fading with how often he had washed it. Encircling his arms around your naked waist, he pressed you even closer together until you swore you could feel his heart beating in tandem with yours. “You listening?” “Of course I am,” you could feel Jeno’s voice rumble against your chest, “I’m here for you. Always.” “I just- I need you to know that I-” Taking a deep breath, you threaded your fingers into the long strands of hair at the back of Jeno’s head. “Need you to know that I love you. I love you, Jeno. I love you so much. And I appreciate everything you do for me. When you make breakfast and when you pick me up from parties in the middle of the night and when you-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jeno interrupted you, prying your face from his neck so he could look into your eyes, “I know.” “You know?” You sniffled, fighting back the tears that were blurring your vision. “How could I not?” He smiled, gently stroking his thumbs over your skin, “You remind me every day. When you nag me to bring a jacket because it’s going to be cold when my shift is over. Or when you hide my cigarettes and lighter. Or when you whine about how much you miss me after not seeing me for the whole day. When you try to fuse our bodies together on the sofa when we’re watching one of your romance movies. When you play with my hair so I can fall asleep faster. And when you listen to the little mixtapes I make for you.” “Jeno,” you mumbled, feeling how your bottom lip started wobbling. “Hey, don’t start crying on me now,” he chuckled, “I hate seeing the love of my life crying. Especially because of me.” “You can’t call me that and expect me not to cry,” you sniffled, quickly closing and opening your eyes over and over again so your tears wouldn’t spill. “What? The love of my life?” “Yes, that, you idiot,” you whined, weakly hitting him in the chest, a smile spreading on your lips when you saw his grin. “But it’s true,” Jeno smiled, gently cupping your cheek, “You are the love of my life, bubblegum. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone or anything.” “Please stop,” you whined, feeling your face heat up beneath his palm. “Make me then,” he spoke softly while his smile turned mischievous. “You’re the worst, Jeno Lee,” you chuckled, leaning your forehead against his. Up close like this, you were able to count each of Jeno’s long eyelashes that you’d forever be jealous of. “And yet you love me.” “I do. So, so, so much.”

You didn’t give him a chance to say it back, instead pressing your lips to his in a featherlight kiss. “Love you too,” Jeno breathed against your lips when you parted before catching them with his own again, “Love of my life.” “Stop,” you sighed but fell into him again, languidly moving your lips against his and winding your arms around his shoulders to press yourself against him until not even a sheet of paper could have fit between your bodies, the dark thoughts of last night fading into the back of your mind, behind the little door those feelings were usually locked up in to be replaced by thoughts of Jeno and Jeno only. How solid his body felt beneath your fingertips, how his bangs tickled your face, how he let out these little sighs into the kiss and how his fingers were caressing your skin. Right now, beneath the midday sun peaking through your curtains, sitting on Jeno’s lap, surrounded by him and his love for you, everything was perfect and it felt like Jeno and you were the only people to exist, made for each other to stay like this forever.

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Lightning in a Bottle pt.3 (also on AO3 and Wattpad)

Spencer could feel all eyes on him as he settled in at his desk the next day. His team wasn’t even subtle about it. He did his best to ignore them and not give in to their wordless curiosity. If they wanted to know something, they would have to ask for it themselves. Nearly twenty minutes of solid focused work had passed before Derek finally gave in to his burning curiosity and spoke up.

“Ok kid, spill it. How did it go last night with you and your mistress of the hunt.” Spencer furrowed his brows at Derek’s choice of nickname.

“It went well…Mistress of the hunt? Really?”

“Yeah. Her and her hounds. Were they as big as they sounded?”

“Bigger believe it or not.” Spencer boasted as he pulled out the photo printouts and held them up. Derek got up from his desk to inspect the images.

“Woah! Damn, you ain’t kidding. The one on your lap looks as big as a horse.” Derek exclaimed. “So which ones which?”

“That one’s Zeus and that’s Raijin.” Spencer distinguished while pointing them out in the photo. He drew Derek’s attention to the second photo. “And that is Éclair.”

“Alright, I see how it is. You like a foxy lady with a little spunk.” Derek teased gesturing to the blue streaks and trimming in her hair. Spencer tried and failed horribly to conceal his amusement with his comrades speculation. The other hyper vigilant members of the team who had been listening in all sprung from their desks upon hearing that there was a picture of this mysterious new woman in Spencer’s life, eager to get a glimpse for themselves. They all gushed over the pictures although Penelope’s focus was more on the dogs. “So tell me, when you say ‘it went well' how well are we talking?”

“Oh! Yes! Do tell, I want all of the details! Was it like a 90’s rom-com? Was there intense passion and romance?” Penelope inquired hastily.

“I’m not sure what kind of dog walks you go on that would include ‘intense passion and romance’ Garcia, but I can tell you this was not one of them.” Spencer said in a calm but concerned tone. “As to how well it went exactly, well, I’m supposed to go to her place for a movie night so long as we don’t get a case today.”

“Oh yeah? And how does this Lurch fella feel about that? And who is he by the way?” Derek asked.

“He's her guardian apparently. His job is to basically keep her in line and take care of her until she’s deemed fit to be on her own.” Spencer explained pulling out Éclair’s file from his bag and setting it on his desk. “And as to how he feels about my spending time with her, I believe his words were ‘you could bend her over the kitchen table and pound her ass like mochi for all I care.’” He added with slight disgust. Derek winced and chuckled at the unsolicited mental picture of Spencer doing exactly that. JJ and Penelope also seemed uncomfortable with the raunchy comment, mostly due to the jarring juxtaposition of such a statement being reiterated by the naïve and gentle doctor.

“Charming.” Derek retorted sarcastically as he made his way back to his own desk. To avoid Spencer going on one of his more than informative tangents, JJ quickly googled what mochi was on her phone and instantly regretted it as the already unsettling mental image she had became violently more so .

Between tasks, Spencer took it upon himself to do a bit of research into this Dr.Jericho person. Although this doctor did indeed have his own small clinic, his reputation still remained shrouded in obscurity. All he could ascertain from the limited publicly accessible resources , was the location of said clinic, and where Dr.Jericho’s expertise lie. There were no pages dedicated to any of his dissertations, the site for his clinic was bare bones at best, and he couldn’t find a single picture of the doc in question. This seemed suspicious to Spencer considering even hospitals plastered their walls and media with images of their medical and administrative staff in an attempt to put a human face to the corporate machine that is American healthcare. If Spencer wanted any concrete information on Jericho, he’d need a Garcia level search. At this point that seemed like a gross misuse of government resources.

Thinking back on the scans of Éclair’s brain reminded him of a case from about two years prior. Anton Harris had abducted a pair of students, one of which was his sister, and preformed lobotomies on them, rendering them incapable of speech and had implanted tiny cameras into their eyes. The memory of Dana Harris being lobotomized via live stream for the world to see still haunted him from time to time. There were certain uncomfortable similarities between the Harris case and Éclair’s. The vicious yet skillfully executed lobotomy, the targeting of an individual who wouldn’t be missed, the apparent escape/possible release. Unfortunately Éclair’s case lacked an obvious motive. What was to be gained from doing this to her, or anyone for that matter? There was one more alarming oversight from the Harris case that Spencer wasn’t going to make again; previous attempts, failed or otherwise. He compiled a series of notes and comparisons on how to proceed with an investigation should another victim be found and the case be appointed to them. Until then, this was as far as he dared to delve, not wanting to get Garcia in trouble. He slipped his notes into the folder with Éclair’s information and tucked it safely away into his drawer.

The day had passed uneventfully, with no cases coming up requiring their immediate attention. As Spencer packed up his things to leave, he whipped out his cell and called Éclair just as promised. The line trilled repeatedly and he waited patiently for someone to pick up.

“Hey doc. Éclair told me you’d call.” Lurch’s gruff voice came through. “Am I telling her you’re on your way?”

“Umm, yeah….” Spencer confirmed “why do you have her phone again?”

“I just hadn’t given it back yet after her appointment. Which, speaking of, must have been a rough one for her this time.” Lurch informed. “She’s still pretty out of it. Maybe you should do us all a favour and bring her some comfort food or something on your way over.”

“Ok, what exactly should I bring?” Spencer asked.

“Fuck if I know.” Lurch grumbled.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You’re her caretaker, you should know!” Spencer scolded.

“Look, all I know is when women get moody, they eat junk food and cry about their problems to their best friends.” Lurch explained. Spencer rolled his eyes at the rather sexist generalization. “So since she’s not talking yet, I figured we could ply her with whatever girls eat when they’re sad.”

“Oh yes, let’s just default to the more toxic coping methods, because nothing could possibly go wrong there.” Spencer groaned sarcastically. He pressed the elevator button firmly and stood back, waiting for the doors to open. “I’ll figure something out, but I need to head home and change first. I don’t feel like having my good clothes covered in fur again.” He let out an exasperated sigh and vigorously rubbed at his eye with his fingertips.

“Ha, I thought it was an improvement.” Lurch joked, to which Spencer replied with a mock laugh. ”Alright Dr.Loverboy, we’ll see you in a bit.” With that the call was disconnected.

“Dr.Loverboy?” Spencer muttered under his breath with a confused grimace as he boarded the elevator and pocketed his phone.

Spencer rang the doorbell while precariously balancing a hot chocolate on a box of Éclair's favoured namesake pastry. Unlike his previous visit, there was no barrage of barking from inside. He also didn’t hear the heavy footfalls of Lurch approaching the door. Instead the door swung open and an elegant raven haired woman with piercing violet eyes greeted him.

“Hey! You’re Éclair's friend, right? Spencer was it?” She asked as she stepped aside to allow him in.

“Yeah, hi!” He spat out, startled “Sorry, I was expecting Lurch to answer the door.” He stepped in and immediately kicked his shoes off.

“Herald is in the living room, I’m Yen by the way, Herald’s girlfriend.” Yen explained as she scooped up Spencer’s shoes and placed them on the rack for him. Lurch came around the corner and eyed the footwear his girlfriend was putting away.

“Good grief, please tell me you’re going shoe shopping tomorrow. Those things are an embarrassment.” Lurch mocked.

“Oh please babe, you’re one to talk. At least his shoes are clean, which is more than I can say you and your nasty Kodiaks .” Yen scolded.

“ You’re kidding right? They look like burgundy suede bowling shoes. Hardly appropriate for a man of his profession.” Lurch rebutted, cocky as usual.

“And those monstrosities are appropriate for a man of yours?” Yen said. “Honestly he’s better dressed than you, that’s for sure.” Lurch rolled his eyes and shook his head at the comment.

“Éclair’s upstairs in her room with the boys. The doors open.” Lurch gestured up the stairs before turning away and ushering Yen with him back into the living room.

“It was nice seeing you.” Yen called out over her shoulder before disappearing into the living room. Spencer nodded quietly in affirmation before ascending to the second floor.

He peered into Éclair’s room and tapped lightly on her open door, gaining the immediate attention of Zeus and Raijin. Both behemoths clamored off the enormous bed and rushed toward him, herding him toward Éclair who was still reclined on the bed. She laid there prone, exposed and she had an air of defeat about her. Garbed in only a black band tank top and black boyshort panties, her hair loose and splayed out over her pillow as she stared blankly up at the ceiling. He did his best not to stare too long at her strong bare legs as he was pushed closer and closer until his knees bumped the mattress. The jostling of the bed stirred her from her trance and she sat up, pulling out her ear buds.

“Hey, h-how are you?” Spencer stammered, clearing his throat. “I uh, I brought you a hot chocolate and some eclairs.” He held them out to her for her to accept. She gave the hot chocolate a vacant glance and slowly dragged her eyes up to meet Spencer’s. Once their eyes locked, a faint smile slowly spread across her lips and she reached up to take the cup from him.

“You remembered what I like? That’s so sweet.” She uttered softly, a hint of joy weaving through her voice. She brought the cup to her lips and imbibed a hefty swig of the warm beverage, letting out a relieved sigh afterwards.

“Um… I have to ask…but… why aren’t you wearing pants?” He asked nervously still trying to keep his gaze respectively off her exposed lower half. “Did…did Lurch not tell you I was coming?” Éclair cocked her head in confusion, then looked down at her half naked state.

“I’m sure I had pants… I know I did. Lurch told me you were coming over, Yen helped me draw a bath, and I set clothes aside for after…” She walked herself through the events before Spencer’s arrival, her eyes scanned the room as she did. Then she saw it. She did indeed set pajama pants aside to wear, but in her dissociative state she forgot to put them on, only getting half dressed. “…oops! There they are.” She got up from the bed, brushing up against Spencer as she passed. Although the notion of privacy had become a moot point, Spencer kept his back to her while she donned her bottoms. Zeus nudged Spencer’s arm with his nose, Éclair’s ribbon and bells hanging from his mouth, offering them up to him. He set the pastries down on the bed as he received the accessory from the canine comrade. He turned to offer it back to Éclair and found her all ready munching away on the sweet snacks, her fingers covered in the chocolatey confection. She patted the top of her head with her free hand when she caught a glimpse of the adornment in Spencer’s grasp.

“Would you like me to put this in for you?” Spencer offered and Éclair nodded her approval as she sucked the sugary residue off her fingers. He sat on the edge of her bed with his legs set apart for her to seat herself between them. Once she was situated, he went to work combing the top portion of her hair together with his fingers gently raking his nails along her scalp before wrapping the silky ribbon around the partitioned cluster of strands. “So, what movie did you want to watch tonight?”

“I have a few picked out. I don’t know what one to start with though.” She explained. She wrapped her arms around Spencer’s legs, hugging them closer to her as she relaxed under his touch. After he tied the bow, he gave the bells a light shake letting her know he was done and could stand up. When she rose to her feet she turned to face Spencer, placing her hands where his neck and shoulders met. As he gazed up into her eyes he could see a significant improvement in her mood but she still wasn’t her usual self.

“Well, why don’t we start with one that seems the most lighthearted. Something feel-good.” He suggested. She thought for a moment before making her decision and stepping away from Spencer to set up her selection. The Princess Bride.

“Ok, scoot over closer to the middle of the bed.” Éclair ordered as she grabbed the remote and climbed back into the bed next to Spencer. She leaned over him to turn of the bedside lamp, eliminating the glare on the television screen and hit the play button. Once the movie began both Zeus and Raijin jumped up into the bed on either side and laid out next to them facing the tv.

“And this is why I changed out of my nice clothes before coming here.” Spencer commented as he rested his arm on Zeus’s back like a sofa.

“ You’re telling me that sweater is part of your not nice clothing?” Éclair asked as she inspected the garment.

“More like it’s one I’m not particularly attached to. I haven’t worn it in nearly 9 years and I rarely wore it then. Plus most of the fur wont be noticeable against the white anyway.” He explained. Éclair reached over and ran her fingers over the ornate embroidered dragon.

“That’s a shame. I like it, and it looks good on you.” She confessed as she hunkered down to watch the film. The two of them discussed and commented on the various scenes rather than observe in silence.

“I can’t get over the eerie similarity between the Spaniard and my old mentor at the BAU.” Spencer said uncomfortably.

“ Like a doppelganger? They say everyone has one out there somewhere. I’m sure you have one too.” Éclair postulated.

“Oh yes, and then we come to find out my cinematic doppelganger appears in a film as an unfortunate and foulmouthed tradesman who gets swept up in a burglary and whirlwind killing spree by his psychotic and promiscuous girlfriend.” Spencer joked.

“Sounds like a good movie. I’d watch it. Especially with a lead actor that sexy.” She added, elbowing him playfully. Spencer tried to laugh off the compliment feeling his cheeks tingle with embarrassment. When the movie ended, Éclair rolled half onto Spencer to look up at him. “How bout we watch one more?”

“As you wish.” He responded trying to remain serious as he quoted the movie they just watched, but as they maintained eye contact both of them devolved into a fit of giggles. Éclair shuffled down to swap out the movies putting in Who Framed Roger Rabbit and crawling back into bed.

Neither one of them stayed awake till the end of the movie.

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