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jack-is-lost · 4 years ago

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PATCHES & PINS (CH 1)

A/N: This story revolves around a transgender, female to male, original character. LGBTQ+ topics are a given within this story. Gender and body dysphoria will come up as well since he is not out to his family — only close friends. If you dislike such a story premise please understand you do not have to interact with it at all. Leaving hate comments will be removed. Of course, constructive feedback is always welcomed.

Pairing: Eventually Marko x OTMC

Story is still in progress and updates will be slow

Eventually it will be posted on A03 once I’m a few chapters in

Currently on Chapter one | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 coming soon

Chapter one

My life, for the most part, has always been unusual — a little different. Despite having parents that looked like any successful mom and dad ought to, and an older brother willing to stick up for me, things just didn't go according to plan.

You see, my mother was excited to have a daughter finally. Someone to doll up and buy dresses for, maybe even enroll in a dance class. A stark difference to her firstborn, Tyler, who was all about karate lessons and throwing the ball with dad. Which eventually evolved to working on cars as he grew older. Our mother wanted somebody to share girly interests with, understandably. And, for a while, she was able to have it. The baby pictures are proof of that. Yet, as I grew older and became more aware of what I liked, the fewer things seemed cookie-cutter-perfect for my family.

"Are you not taking your bag to school, Jacklynn?" The mentioned item was nowhere in sight as the youngest of her children poured coffee — the action resembling someone needing every drop left in the pot as if to survive.

"It's the last day," came the grumbling response after a long, soothing sip. "I doubt most kids will even be showing up."

"Yeah, about that," Tyler, the oldest, spoke around a bite of toast. "Can't I be a minority and just stay home?"

"No, you only have one day left, guys." She smiled at her two kids. A graduate who had already filled out college applications, and is ready to further his engineering career. The other, soon-to-be senior, that seemed to have no real drive in anything but drawing and reading — and staying up too late apparently.

"Seriously," she spoke up again as they sighed in unison, deflating with their last hope crushed. "You two will survive."

Tyler nudged his sister, who leaned across the counter, jostling the coffee dangerously enough to receive a seething glare. "Want me to take you?"

It wasn't like Tyler to offer that too often, "Sure."

They both pulled away from the kitchen and made their way to the door, hollering goodbyes as Tyler grabbed the keys — the other sibling still nursing the coffee.

"Don't stay out too late!" Their mom called back, knowing full well she wouldn't see her kids after school. It seemed the closer summer drew in — the fewer tests to study for and homework to do, the more they came home later.

Tyler stepped into the car, unlocking the passenger door as he slid inside his cherry baby — A beaming red, 1983 Audi Sport Quattro, followed by his sister plopping down less elegantly. He glanced at her while starting the car.

"Talk to me, Jay." It was the last day, after all. Weren't kids supposed to be excited about that? "What's bouncing 'round that head of yours." He barely received any notion his sister was listening till she drew out a long sigh, head hitting the back of the seat.

"I don't know, man." It was drawn out, tired. "Didn't get much sleep, I guess."

Tyler nodded while giving the steering wheel a turn, making his way down the road. The school building wasn't very far when on wheels, and he pulled into a parking lot marginally less filled than it ought to be.

As his sister made to get out, he placed a hand on her shoulder, their eyes meeting as she paused halfway out the door. "Ever need to get a chip off your shoulder come talk to me, okay?" Her eyes rolled to the side, and Tyler gave her a little reassuring squeeze, "I'm serious. What are big —"

"— bro's for? I know, I know."

Tyler chuckled as he released her shoulder, "Good. Now," he slammed the door shut and leaned over the roof, "Go sleep in class or something." That at least drew a chuckle out of his sister as she turned away from the car.

The last day of school went how one could expect it to go. Some teachers put on movies and had extra treats for their students. Others went over lessons in the last semester, hoping it would stick to impressionable minds before three months of freedom — minds that were only thinking about freedom and not math.

It was by mid-day when a note made its way into Jay's locker. In gruff, almost unreadable handwriting, it merely said, 'Meet us by the big tree'. Jay instantly knew who it was from and folded the paper up.

A long night was probably ahead.

When the final bell rang, Jay had to wipe the drool off an impromptu pillow-desk before heading out and down the hall. Many of the kids loudly boasted about their summer plans while cleaning out lockers, jostling each other, and hurrying outside. Jay maneuvered around the hoard and quickly escaped out a side entrance, locker already empty since lunch.

It didn't take long to walk a block to the park, down a jogging trail, before splitting off into a cluster of trees. There, in the center of it, laid a large trunk of a dead tree. Upon it splayed out a makeshift map, bags, and — unsurprisingly, two brothers.

"Finally," Grumbled Edgar while raising his head, a red marker still poised over the map. "Where's Sam?"

Jay stared, unaware that Sam was supposed to tag along for the stroll after school let out. "Was I meant to wait for him or?"

"Forget it," came the short grunt, and Edgar was back to the more important matter at hand as Alan turned around to face Jay.

"I'm sure he'll show up. He's got the same note as you," he started to unravel what appeared to be a chaotic ball of cord in his hands. "Oh, hey—" he stopped as a thought struck him, "—Still a no go on the knife?"

Oh, not this again.

Jay leaned against the bare trunk, arms crossed and brow lifted. "Alan, we've been through this. Keep me on the books, but hand me a knife, and someone will lose a finger."

Of course, no one knew if Jay meant their fingers or not, and that was on purpose.

"Maybe some training will help," Edgar spoke up again, pausing on circling locations. "You need to prepare yourself for—"

"— the unexpected. I get it, Ed." Jay cut him off while peering closer to get a look at the map.

"Edgar," he corrected with a tired mutter despite it being useless. They've known each other for an entire year now. One would think it wouldn't matter at this point.

Jay tapped a finger on the closest circled spot, the cemetery. "Thought you marked this off?"

"One can never be certain," He nodded to his own words of wisdom. "It is a common ground for the dead."

"I'd say," Jay suppressed a snort, "It is where the deceased go to be laid into the ground."

Rustling noises announced Sam’s arrival as he pushed through, almost smacking himself in the face with a thin branch. His strained voice drew attention to him. “Guys,” he dusted a leaf off his overly styled coat, “We really need to find a better spot to meet.”

Jay lazily offered a salute wave, “Hey to you too, Sammy.”

“I’m serious,” Sam huffed while taking up a spot near Alan, hands shoved into his pockets. “What about the shop? Y’know, with school now over and stuff?”

Edgar grunted in thought. “Yeah, that ought to be doable.”

“Your grandpa still against us being at the house?” Alan spoke up.

Sam gave a partial shrug. “Sort of,” he eyed the map, then glanced at Jay, who returned the unspoken question with a tired look. Sam returned to explaining when Edgar motioned for him to continue. “You guys can visit, as you have, but you can’t — you know —” he shuffled his hands for the right phrasing, “— bring hunting business there.”

Jay had never actually been to Sam’s place, but the stories shared made it sound like a lot of stuff went down there — destroying property kind of stuff. So Jay could understand what the man was trying to avoid. The Frog Brothers being walking time bombs of destruction, after all.

“The cemetery again?” Sam squawked at noticing it. “I am not doing that again.” The sound of Jay snickering redirected Sam’s defiant stare. “Make Jay do it this time.”

“Wait, wha—”

“—He doesn’t have the qualification for it, Sam.” Edgar cut in before an argument could occur. This only made Sam huff, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

“So? I didn’t either last year.”

Alan stopped weaving the cord at this point, placing it down on the dead trunk. “Jay needs the experience. It could be good for him.” He simply spoke, agreeing with Sam.

“Hey, Jay’s right here,” he had pointedly avoided parading around Santa Carla for a whole damn year. Sure, his knowledge of supernatural things is what drew the Frog Brothers to him in the first place — and the free charge of ordering books at their shop kept Jay in the circle, but he was a good year older than them and didn’t feel like playing make-believe.

Sam smirked in the way that screamed challenging, “C’mon, Jay, or are you scared of the dark?”

Jay narrowed his eyes, “I know what you are doing.”

“Then prove me wrong,” Sam continued.

“No.”

Despite that, Jay found himself amongst the dead at one in the damn morning. It was eerie, the cemetery, sitting in absolute silence and blanketed by a coat of darkness. The only noise now filtering through was shoes scrapping against the ground and low grumbles around him, voices hushed as not to alert anybody — or anything. Even their flashlights were ordered to stay off unless it called for it, as directed by Edgar.

“Exactly what should we be expecting to find here?” Jay spoke up quietly while trailing behind the two brothers, hands stuffed into his jacket. It was chilly tonight.

“Any signs of the undead.” Edgar simply said without much explanation, to which Alan filled in.

“Disturbed graves, tombs broke, drag marks.” he ticked off like a list.

“Ah,” Jay deadpanned. “So zombies?” the brothers turned to him, the moonlight hitting their frames but leaving their faces shadowed. “What?”

“Could be vampires too.” Edgar simply grunted. “Fresh ones crawling out of their dirt bed.” Alan nodded along with his brother, and Jay sighed.

“Sure, yeah. That too,” It wasn’t like anything of the sort actually existed, but Jay would humor the guys. They put up with his oddities, after all, so he could continue to do the same for them.

“Didn’t any of your books mention that?” Edgar continued while turning around, walking along a worn-out path again, and avoiding stepping on actual graves.

“A little,” Jay admitted as they continued on their trek.

A majority of Jay’s supernatural books were all about how one became something, the signs, and lore behind creatures — not exactly if they crawl out of graves or not. It made sense, though, if considering how people feared vampires in the past. How they would stake and behead someone during burial just in case their loved one decided to raise again.

Same could be said about leaving a bell.

Alan suddenly crouched down near the edge of a grave. “Look,” his flashlight clicked on to bask the empty hole in light. Edgar followed promptly as Jay stared at the two figures eyeing an obvious dug hole for a burial happening soon.

“It might be a sign.” Edgar rubbed a finger over the crumbling edges, dirt smearing and falling back inside the pit.

“Or,” Jay leaned over them to get an exact look at the perfect outline, “It is the groundskeeper getting ready for a funeral. There’s not even a casket down there.” Jay simply summarized before leaning back.

Alan clicked off the light and stood, “He’s right, Edgar. It is too perfect.”

“Hey!” the voice resonated out, cutting the muffled talking off as a beam of light frantically flailed in their directions. “What are you kids doing?!”

Without a shared word between the three, just mere glances at one another, they quickly split. Or at least Jay tried to do just that, but the brush of Edgar flying past him in a rush entirely threw him off balance. It wasn’t until tailbone smashed into dirt that Jay even figured out what happened.

“Fuck…” he muttered, then covered his mouth as the light grew brighter over the grave from above, rushing footfalls growing closer before fading away in the direction the brothers ran. Once it was clear, the curse slipped again with more fever.

Jay eased to his feet and stared above his head, the wall towering almost a foot over him. “They truly mean six-feet-under,” he muttered while raising a hand to the ledge, just able to cup fingers over the lip, only to stumble back as it gave away.

The recent rainfall was not making it easy.

Again Jay tried to grab, shoes scraping along the wall in an attempt to gain some height — thinking if he just rushed up the wall it would give him enough momentum, only to fall back against the adjacent wall.

“Shit — fuck,” Jay didn’t even care if his voice traveled that time. He was stuck in a damn grave, after all! Screw it!

“Need a lift?” came a voice from above, and Jay shot his gaze upward to see a hand reaching down toward him. The moonlight didn’t offer much else to see but light curls and the frame of a coat.

Even if it were the security guard, Jay knew this would be his best bet. It wasn’t like waiting till daylight to be discovered was an option. It would not help much in regards to needing to be home before Jay’s parents could find out he even snuck out.

He reached for the hand, feeling leather against palm and uncovered fingers wrap around his wrist. It took only one good heave, shoes against the wall and other hand clinging to the edge, to be entirely pulled out. Despite mud caking Jay from front to back, he could even feel it in his shoes; it felt good to be back on the surface. It wasn’t like he had a fear of enclosed places, but it still sucked regardless.

“Thanks,” he looked over at the stranger, still only catching the slightest glimpse of a smirk within the darkness. It was hard to make out any features, and the way the guy stood didn’t help anything.

“Were you takin’ a dirt bath?” he joked inquisitively, and Jay chuckled under his breath.

“No, not exactly.” Who would want to do that in a cemetery anyway?

The beam of a flashlight washed over them again as rustling sounds drew near, and Jay stepped away from the pre-dug grave. Definitely not wanting to repeat that incident all over.

“Looks like we should start running,” spoke up the other guy, head turned away from Jay to peer toward the security guard.

What was once hidden was now lit up like a spotlight. A smooth curved jawline, willowed eyes bright with brown, and curly dirty blond hair glowed on display for a split moment. Until the flashlight jostled by the running security guard fanned over the area. And Jay would be lying if he said he didn’t stare.

“Avoid any more holes, yeah?” he easily teased before seemingly stepping in a direction with no real speed.

Jay floundered for a moment before taking off after him. “Wait.” Jay didn’t know the grounds that well, and the two idiots that did had left him.

The guy laughed while reaching behind him, grabbing Jay’s wrist again with no problem, then started to run as the worn-out guard hollered something. He seemed to avoid any lifted tombstones, flower arrangements, and small fences like it were daytime. All while Jay tried his best not to stumble, gaze more on the ground than anywhere else.

When they neared the exit gate, chained to prevent people at such odd hours to visit, he let Jay’s arm go and placed both palms out while crouching down. Jay didn’t have to ask and quickly stepped into the waiting hands. He felt the guided push upward as his own hands grabbed for purchase, trying to avoid being nicked by the gothic-style fence. Yet, as Jay’s leg swung over, his pants snagged and ripped — the gravity of his body spilling over the other side holding little resistance.

Surprisingly Jay landed on his feet, if not a little wobbly, and quickly looked through the fence to see the guy still standing there undeterred. “You coming?”

“Don’t worry about me,” he simply said. Jay wanted to comment, but the sight of the guard pushing past the nearest tombstones shut him up. “Go.” he laughed again — actually laughed as if nonplussed by the whole thing. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep him distracted.” Then he turned around and fanned his arms out as if directing air traffic before darting down the side of the fence.

And that was the last Jay saw of the guy before quickly hiding behind the bushes lining outside of the cemetery, not wanting to be seen as the flashlight shown in his direction.

The walk home was slow as he picked flakes of mud off his jeans. Jay could feel the dry mess on his face and in his hair. A shower was needed as well as a talk with the Frog Brothers tomorrow. No way were they getting off free from abandoning him in the damn graveyard! Even as he climbed back through the bedroom window, Jay was envisioning how he’d throttle them. It wasn’t until he was in the shower, scrubbing extra hard to clean the grime off, that his thought wavered to the stranger.

“Why was he even there?”

#My writing #the lost boys #fanfiction #LGBTQ+ story #transgender fanfiction #Marko x OTMC #patches & pins

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immortalcoelacanth · 4 years ago

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PTA: Science Team (HLVRAI Fic 1/3)

*pulls dusty story out of garage and drops it into Tumblr*

I have been trying to finish the first chapter for AGES, and I finally got it done! I crave PTA AU content due to the wholesomeness and angst, and I just had to work on one short fic for this fandom. So, welcome to the first chapter out of three!

Word count: 1788

Summary: PTA meetings are a sham and no one hates them more than Gordon, but upon being forced to miss a “mandatory” meeting because of work, Benrey comes up with a brilliant idea to deal with this problem.

Chapter 1: Hostile Arrangements Require Equally Hostile Solutions

“Fuck! Shit! Okay-okay, I’ll just-motherfucker she did what?!”

Cursing was in Gordon’s nature. He often used it as a way to express his angry, dismay, shock, and all sorts of other negative emotions. As such it was not unusual to see pacing about and spitting insults left and right.

What was unusual, however, was the fact that he was cursing in his own home. He had a strict swearing free zone in effect as a way to stop Joshua from picking up on any foul language, including a swear jar that tended to fill up whenever Bubby visited. It was quite fortunate that Joshua was currently being distracted by Benrey as the pair had been playing video games together for the past hour or so.

Or they had been until, in a surprising display of stealth, Benrey crept out of the young boy’s room and slowly approached the frustrated Gordon.

Gordon, who was currently continuing to quietly yell into his cell phone.

“Are you kidding me?! I was scheduled for a meeting on the weekend! I have work tonight! How in the FUCK did she-”

“psssst, hey, hey feetman. you might wanna chill out there and, uh, stuff. turn down the volume.” Benrey cut in while pointing the tv remote at Gordon and clicking the volume button. “don’t wanna be a bad boy and teach joshie any naughty words.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Gordon sighed, no real anger in his voice before redirecting his attention back to the phone call. “No, not you Natasha, it was just Benrey-”

“tell tasha her cookies are baller.”

“Wha-baller? Who the fuck says baller anymore?!”

“c’moooooooon man, be a bro.”

“Natasha I am so sorry-tell her that yourself!”

“i can’t feeman, you know i don’t have a phone.”

“YOU WERE THE ONE WHO STUCK IT IN THE MICROWAVE!”

“i-i was just chagrin’ the battery with those radio waves, man. ads… they never lie.”

Laughter could be heard coming from the phone in response to the conversation going on between the two men. It was enough to snap Gordon out of his somewhat enraged state and refocus on whatever it was that Natasha was telling him. He gestured for Benrey to leave and only succeeded in shooing the ex-guard to the kitchen so he could have some peace.

Not that the peace lasted long based on the muttered cursing and general sounds of Gordon stomping around.

About ten minutes later, the frustrated physicist joined him in the kitchen, quickly making himself a cup of coffee and grumbling under his breath. Welp, looked like this was the perfect moment for some interrogation.

“soooooo, wha was that about?” Benrey asked as he took another bite of the block of cheese he had been digging into. If you asked him, he’d say it tasted pretty gouda.

Damn, he needed to torment Gordon with more puns again.

“Fucking-” Gordon exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his messy hair, too angry to noticed how Benrey reached out and gently pulled at some of the locks, watching them bounce and resume their previously curly shape. “Linda.”

Well, there went his good mood.

Benrey’s eyes immediately narrowed, becoming nothing more than glowing slits in his shadowy face, as a disgruntled frown replaced his previous smile. Even the cheese in his hand seemed to start burning, smoke wafting off it as it began to melt in response to the sheer anger that name invoked in him.

Linda Smith, the scourge of the neighborhood and one of the most uptight, pieces of shit that Benrey had ever encountered. A narcissist with a massive superiority complex, she constantly put down everyone around her who she thought of as being inferior.

Which was just a cover for how much of a racist shitwad she was, plus there were the various comments she made about fags invading the neighborhood.

An obvious insult aimed at not just Gordon and Benrey, but the other “not normal” couples that lived here and there. Poor Joshua had overheard some of the insults on multiple occasions, and she had called the kid a mutt to his face-

“Benrey? You wanna calm down before you poke holes in the ceiling again?”

Fortunately, Gordon’s exasperated voice snapped Benrey out of his enraged state before he accidentally inflicted more damage to the kitchen. A place that had seen many, many small explosions and fires. At this point, he towered over the other man as sharpened, boney spikes poked out of his back and scrapped the ceiling. Plaster fell and dusted the countertop.

“oops, s-sorry dude.” Benrey awkwardly shrugged, flesh dripping from his arms and face in a rather gruesome display, not that Gordon was bothered by this. He was used to how… horrific his partner could become.

Especially when someone mentioned Joshua being hurt or insulted in any way. It was actually quite wholesome thinking about how much Benrey cared about the young boy and how much their friendship had bloomed since they first met.

“I get it.” Gordon sighed. “She’s such a bitch she’d make anyone Hulk out.”

“ten points for the ref there, feetman.”

The physicist somewhat seriously flipped Benrey off, making him laugh, before continuing to rant about the purpose of the now finished phone call.

“I still can’t believe that stupid school listened to her, and I’m not the only one getting fucked over here!” He spat. “I can’t just drop out-”

It was at this moment that the source of Gordon’s rage dawned on Benrey, and the ex-guard spoke up. “wait, the school thingy?”

“You mean meeting?”

“ya.”

Gordon groaned and hid his face in his hands. “The MEETING! Linda fucked up my schedule! I don’t know what she said to the administrator, but they canceled the weekend meeting I was booked for and rescheduled me for tonight. When I have WORK!”

Benrey winced in sympathy and reached out to pat Gordon’s shoulder with his not cheese coated hand. “damn, th-that’s a real cringe move. can’t you get, uh, joshie’s mom to take care of it? s...shea?”

“I can’t,” Gordon muttered, face muffled by his hands. “Shea’s been on a business trip for some conference and she gets back in five days.”

“oooooh, that’s why you’ve had little josh bro for so long?”

Rather than respond, the physicist just continued to groan and hide his face in his hands as he tried to figure out how to fix the mess he had been caught up in.

Joshua’s school had a very… specific structure to how it was run. Standard funding and where it would be directed was determined by the staff, however, sometimes the school would receive donations or raise large amounts of money through fairs and other events.

And it was how this extra funding would be spent that the local community had the chance to weigh in on. Determining if it should be used to get more sports supplies, help fund after school programs, or be used to help make the school more accessible.

The ramp that had been added two years ago was one such example of the potential good that these extra funds had, however there was one problem with this process.

All parents were required to attend a meeting and voice their thoughts. This was a rather new development that had been added after a small group of disgruntled parents, ones who had objected to using the extra funds to improve the school and arguing that it should go towards planning fun trips instead, had tried to sue the school board.

Of course, the case had immediately been thrown out and dismissed, but it had set a dangerous precedent. A precedent that now made it mandatory for all parents to attend one meeting to determine their opinions on where the funding should be used and write it down so they could not claim their voices had not been heard.

Honestly, it was such a stupid arrangement in Gordon’s opinion. Why not just send out an email? Or forms that kids could take home to their parents. It was so… disruptive and annoying, especially for single parents who had to work long hours.

Like him.

His hands tensed, nails nearly dug into his skin before Benrey carefully moved them, holding them. As Gordon looked up, the ex-guard sent him an awkward yet warm smile. An attempt at reassuring him that things would turn out alright.

“hey... you-you gotta chillax feetman, things’ll be okay-”

“How the hell am I supposed to chillax in this situation?!” Gordon barked as he removed his hands from Benrey’s, shoved himself out of his seat, and began pacing around, furiously staring at the floor.

“I’ve been fucked over by some racist bitch! Joshua needs someone there and it has to be someone who has some kind of guardianship over him for that stupid funding bullshit!”

As his partner raged on about the unfairness and overall stupidity of the situation, Benrey decided that it was time to think. To think, and plot, and come up with something that would hopefully calm Gordon down while solving the problem that Linda had caused.

Simply put, Joshua needed someone who had designated guardianship over him to be present during the meeting to act in his best interests. Not surprisingly, Benrey did not have this title due as both he and Gordon had agreed that it would not be the best idea due to both his inhumane nature and the potential destruction he might cause.

But, that did not mean that only Shea and Gordon were listed as the young boy’s guardians. There was one other who had been granted the title in case of an emergency, although his presence had never been needed up until this point, which was probably why Gordon had forgotten about him in his stressed out state.

Dr. Coomer, one of Joshua’s “grandpas”.

And, of course, if one member of the Science Team went somewhere, then the rest had to follow. The Science Team stuck together through thick and thin, no matter the strife or struggle and always left chaos in their wake.

Hostile arrangements required equally hostile solutions, after all.

“this is gonna be baller.” Benrey chuckled, his eyes flashing brightly at the brilliance of his plan. Now all he had to do was get Gordon to agree to it.

“pssst, yo, xen to gaydon.”

There was something about the tone that Benrey’s voice took on that snapped Gordon out of his ranting. How calm and collected he sounded, the coherency and confidence in his words. Somewhat concerned, the physicist turned around and saw the scheming look in the ex-guard’s glowing eyes as his fingers drummed on the table.

“feetman, i got a plan.”

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I would like to make it clear that no offense is intended towards anyone named Linda, aside from the one racist Linda I know that she was named after who will never, ever read this so my sins will forever remain unknown :>

#my story #fanfiction #hlvrai #hlvrai gordon #hlvrai benrey #pta au #humor #quick warning that a racist and homophobic character is mentioned #and as such her crimes of using slurs are used #chapter one of three

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bssaz97 · 5 years ago

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I have to ask how did Qrow and Juanes family react to the kids in Missing for a Year

Missing For A Year Part 3

Ruby: “Miss Goodwitch, thank you so much!” *Large Anime Tears fall down her face*

Glynda: “You’re welcome Miss Rose, although I do recommend keeping a closer watch of your children while at events in the future.”

Both Ruby and Jaune nodded rapidly to her sound advice, who will make sure to take the advice to heart.

Ruby/Jaune: “We promise we will!”

Glynda: “Good. Now.” *lifts up her riding crop directly at the ice block*

*CRACK!*

The ice prison around the two newlyweds had been broken apart, freeing them so that the two can freely move again. Much to the joy of the two leaders and displeasure of a disgruntled ice queen.

Qrow: *approaching* “Well I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Does it kiddo.”

Ruby: “Uncle Qrow!” *petal bursts out of the ice cube and launches herself at him*

Qrow: “Oof!” *catches her while laughing* “Geez pipsqueak! I’m not as young as I use to be, you could be a little gentler...”

Ruby: “Sorry I’m just so excited to see you again!”

Qrow: *hugs her tightly* “Yeah me too.”

Ruby: “I’m sorry it took so long.” *hangs head in shame*

Qrow: “Hey none of that alright. What’s happened has happened, no use in crying over spilled milk. Just seeing that you’re alive and well is all I need.”

Ruby: “You too. I know we’ve been gone for awhile but we missed you all so very much and I wished we could’ve come back sooner to you all.”

Qrow: “Well maybe remember to stamp your letters next time.” *he jokes*

Ruby: “It was a honest mistake!”

Qrow: *laughs and ruffles her hair* “Whatever you say kiddo.”

Ruby: “Meanie...to think I almost named one of my children after you.”

Qrow: “Probably a good call that you didn’t. Don’t need to have a kid named after me until I’m at least in the grave.”

Ruby: “Oh ha-ha.”

Jaune finished swiping of all the ice residue on his person then rubs his hands together rapidly to warm them up. Being trapped in a large ice cube wasn’t very comfortable in the least. His mother helps her son by removing her scarf and wrapping it around his hands.

June: “Are you alright sweetie?”

Jaune: “Yeah just a bit frosty.”

Yang: “...Did he?”

Taiyang: “I think he just did.”

Jaune: “What? I can make puns too. You all didn’t originate them.”

Taiyang: “Ok fair enough.”

Jaune: “Oh yeah by the way...are we cool?” *gestures between himself and his father-in-law*

Taiyang: “Well considering that you pretty much married my daughter behind our family’s back, I should be furious. But since you’ve already made me a grandfather I can’t really stay mad at you.”

Jaune: “Really?”

Taiyang: “No.”

Jaune: “Figured.”

Taiyang: *laughs* “Relax kid, I’m just messing with you. Glad to have you in the family.”

Jaune: “Thanks.” *smiles*

June: “Speaking of grandchildren...YOINK!” *takes an infant Rowan/Summer from Taiyang and Yang*

Taiyang/Yang: “Hey!”

June: “Hello my little darlings~ I’m so happy to meet you two. Look at how big you two are already. I’m your Granny June and I love you both so much! Oh you’re both so cute~” *she coos as she cradled the two infants rocking them to and fro*

Jaune: “Uh mom, I know you’re excited about your new grandchildren but you should really-.”

June: “Oh come now Jaune I’ve raised eight kids including you so I think have this under-!”

Summer: *gurgling noises with her face turning green*

June: “...oh no.” *face paled*

*BLEEEGH!*

What Jaune tried to warn his mother about was that Summer was unfortunately cursed with his inherited motion sickness. As such Summer did not like to be rocked otherwise it would lead to her spit up all over said person’s shirt.

June: “....oh dear.” *looks down at her ruined dress*

Ruby: *gasp!* “Mrs. Arc I’m so sorry!” *grabs a tissue and tries to clean it off*

Jaune: “I tried to warn you.”

June: “That’s ok, this isn’t something I haven’t gone through before. Although I would be more than grateful if you could take back these two while I get cleaned up.” *handing their babies back to them*

Ruby: “Are you sure you don’t want me to help? I feel really bad.”

June: “It’s alright dear. I’ve raised eight children after all, so there’s nothing to worry about. Jaune, be a dear and introduce your children to the rest of the family before your sisters complain about not seeing their new niece and nephew, ok?”

Jaune: “Sure.”

As June Arc was making her leave most, of not all of Jaune’s sisters swarmed them just as she said they would.

Rouge: “Oh my goodness look at you two!”

Saphron: “You’re so small and look so cute!”

Vert: “What’s their names little bro?”

Jaune: “Uh, This is Rowan and Summer.” *points at each of his children*

Bleu: “Do they have all their necessary shots?” *adjusts her glasses*

Jaune: “What? No, they’re barely three months old!”

Noir: “Why didn’t you tell us you two eloped?”

Blanc: “And how did you get pregnant so fast?”

Ruby: “W-Well we wanted to marry after the war so that’s what we did.”

Violet: “How can you tell which is a boy and girl?”

Arc Siblings/Ruby: .....

Violet: “What? It’s a legitimate question.” *shrinks in embarrassment*

Nicholas: “Girls.”

At the sound of his voice all the Arc women made way for the patriarch of their family. He walked towards the brand new couple/parents, his towering figure nearly encompassing them in shadow.

Nicholas: “Son.”

Jaune: “Hey Dad...long time no see. Heh”

Arc Sisters: *winces*

Terra: *facepalms*

Ruby: *whispering* “Really?”

Jaune: “Uhhh. So! ...How are you?”

Saphron: *mouthing ‘NO!’*

Jaune: “I mean. What I mean to say is-!”

Nicholas: “Stop.” *raises his palm*

Jaune: 0x0

Nicholas: “What’s done is done. There’s no use to bringing up the past.”

Jaune: “Right...”

Nicholas: “But I am very happy to see you alive.....and apparently with a wife and children.” *rests his raised hand on Jaune’s shoulder*

Jaune: “...Thanks Dad.”

Nicholas: *nods then removes his hand* “So if I heard correctly, this one is Rowan and this one is Summer right?” *gestures to the two infants*

Ruby: “Yessir. My tiny little blessings.”

Nicholas: “...heh. I see you’ve adopted June’s nicknaming habit.”

Ruby: “Yep.”

Nicholas: “Mm. Looks like you have a keeper my son.”

Jaune: “I’m lucky to have her.” *one arm hugged Ruby*

Ruby: *smiles*

Nicholas: “Good. Don’t do anything stupid to mess it up. You hear me boy.”

Jaune: “Wouldn’t dream of it sir.”

Rowan/Summer: “Ahh!” *make curious baby noises*

Nicholas looks down to see both Rowan and Summer then bends his knees, lowering his large frame to look into the little ones. They looked at the older Arc curiously, looking at his aged but still strong facial features and Summer was brave enough to reach out touch the older man’s beard. This caused Summer to giggle as the hair tickled her tiny fingers, causing Nicholas to laugh softly at the child’s pure laughter. Rowan followed soon after Summer and he giggled as well once he felt Nicholas’ beard.

Nicholas: “Hello little ones, I am your grandpa. I am pleased to meet you.” *he said with what could be called a genuine smile*

Ruby: “ohhhh” *she watches the display in amazement* <3

Qrow: “WOW Nicky, I think you just made a genuine smile on your face.”

Nicholas: “Qrow...”

Qrow: “Hey don’t scare the babies now! They’re impressionable.” *while smirking*

Ruby: “Qrow be nice.” *she chides her honorary uncle/mentor*

Qrow: *raises his hands in mock surrender*

Ruby: “Hey Rowan, look this my Uncle Qrow. Isn’t he cool?”

Rowan: *head tilts* “Ah?”

Ruby: “Yes he’s the coolest uncle ever. You want him to hold you?”

Qrow: “Uh Ruby I don’t-.”

Ruby: “Here you go.” *moves Rowan into his arms*

Qrow: “Wait Ruby don’t-! Ok here we go. Uh hey there kid. Nice to...meet you.”

Rowan: ....

Ruby: “It’s ok Qrow, he’s only a baby. He won’t bite.”

Qrow: “Right. Um, heh, You look a lot like your mom. Kinda surprised that your supposed to be the boy.”

Rowan: .... *hrk!* *BLEGH!*

Qrow eyes widen but it was already too late, all he could do was look down and see that Rowan had just spit up all over his new shirt. Both parents gave nervous looks but also tried not to laugh at Qrow’s expense. Taiyang, Yang, Nicholas, and the seven Arc sisters, however, did not follow their example, laughing their guts out.

Rowan: *giggles and points at Qrow*

Qrow: “Oh now you find me funny. Don’t ya, you lil’ gremlin.” *eye twitches*

Ruby: “Hey I’m sure he didn’t mean to do that!”

Yang: “Hahahaha! I don’t know Ruby, he seemed pretty determined to puke all over Qrow!” *covering her mouth*

Qrow: “Well at least I know you’re your Mother’s kid. You’re a brat through and through.”

Ruby: “Hey!”

June: “Ok I’m back what did I-...Oh dear. Apparently both children have motion sickness.”

Nicholas: “No dear, it’s just the boy knows how to get back at others.” *he smiles in pride of his progeny*

-Fin-

A/N: Boy did this one take me awhile to get done. I had a lot of ideas for how this were to go and tried to fit them all in so hope I met your expectations. Thanks again for your support! 😊

P.S. I did my best to make names for the remaining Arc sisters and I decided to simplify and translate the names of the girls in accordance to their color from the portrait we saw in Volume 6 in Saphron’s house. Also keep in mind I have no idea what the age difference is just know I did my best and this will be my head canon until proven otherwise.

Rouge = Eldest (Red w/ Short Hair)

Saphron = Second (Orange that was Upside down. Her name is closer to orange so yeah)

Vert = Third (Green)

Blanc/Noir = Twins (Ok so they had blue bows but the also look to be wearing black and white so I went with that to avoid confusion)

Bleu = Sixth (Blue w/ Glasses)

Violet = Neña (Violet, no brainer)

Jaune = Youngest (Yellow. Ok so he appears to be the youngest from the photo as most of the time the most recent child is at the center of most family pictures. But again I could be wrong but I stand by what I said until CRWBY says otherwise...probably)

#rwby #ruby rose #jaune arc #rwby lancaster #lancaster #yang xiao long #arc family #rwby saphron #saphron cotta arc #qrow brawnwen #rwby qrow #rwby taiyang #taiyang xiao long #anonymous asks #missing for a year

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patrick-in-the-junkyard · 5 years ago

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My Girl.

Henry Bowers x Hanscomb! Reader

Notes: This was a request I gotten a while ago which I started on but never finished until now. Hope you enjoy! (Sorta canon, no clown lol) (A bigger note will be posted after I post this)

Summary: The reader dumps Henry after a stunt he pulls that involves your brother and hooks up with Patrick out of vulnerability (so a small Patrick X Reader. Through the broken hearts they still have feelings for each other and come to terms.

Warnings: NSFW, Language, Alcohol, Sexual Harassment + Harassment, Physical Altercation, Unprotected Sexual Intercorse, Blood, and Some Angst.

Words:+5000

(The song that inspired the title to this is called Where’s My Girl from The Sparks)

(GIF not mine)

The pounding in your head got even worse as your younger brother hadn’t arrived home yet. You've heard about the missing kids including the tragedy that happened to the Denbrough family and their younger son. You stood looking out your open bedroom window that had a high up view of your driveway and the one that had a view of the side of your house. After walking downstairs, you took a glance at the clock. Eight-forty three, it had been hours since you last saw him and you sure hoped it wouldn’t be the last.

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“Hey, Bro!” You attempted to get the attention of your younger brother as he stood outside of the Derry Scoop.

“Mom says she's going to be out of town and I’ll be in charge of you for the next week. Grandpa has gotten really sick and she is going to be visiting him.” He frowned but then a smile formed on his face as he realized that you’d let him pick his bedtime.

“Alright, well I’m going to the library, I’ll be back before dark so you don’t have to worry about me.” He turned to walk away, it was then a minute later when he finally disappeared from your sight.

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You took a seat on the comfy couch, hands resting on the dial-up phone, contemplating if you should wait for it to be at least ten-o'clock before you even began to dial the Derry Police Station. Out to get your mind off things, you pick up the book filled with crossword puzzle off of the coffee table.

It was around nine-twenty when finally you heard the heavy footsteps of what seemed to be your brother coming up to the front porch. You jolted up, throwing the book down and rushing to the door. He was dusting his dirty shirt off and tried to fix his hair but it was too late. When you opened the door you felt relief to see him alive but it was until you looked into his saddened eyes and knew something was off. He looked as he tried to hide something from you as he tried to push through you. You stopped him, noticing the dried-up blood from his nose and his blood-caked shirt.

“What happened?” No answer was given as he looked at you with bloodshot eyes, you then took the time to raise his bloody shirt to a messy placed bandage. It didn’t stop you there as you pull the tape off the bandage and see an ‘H’ carved on the side of his stomach. Your heart ached as your eyes traced the deep cut. You really didn’t want it to be true as you already had an assumption of who did this to him.

“Ben, who did this to you?” You questioned him, which he looked up and into your eyes as if he couldn’t get the name of the culprit out.

“It was your boyfriend, H-Henry.” He choked out, tears now pouring down his cheeks. It was true and inside your heart hurt, you felt crushed as you could only imagine what to do next. You walked him to the stairs, told him to go to your room as you sped to the phone. Spinning the dial, you call him expecting something but ending with no answer. Unknown to you, Henry was now hiding under his bed, cowering with silent sobs and shaky arms. His drunken father was home and the sound of the ringing phone with bottles breaking flooded his house. It wasn’t going to end well for him that night.

You throw the phone down angered, you rush up and grab a load of new bandages. He was sitting on the edge of your bed, wiping his eyes and lifting his head at you. Rushing to his aid you lay the bandages on the bed and pull out a clean bath rag.

“This is going to sting for only a second.” You pour the rubbing alcohol on a clean rag and placed it on his wound. He hissed in pain and you could only wish it would get better.

“Why do you even like that guy?” His question made you stop tapping the rag on the wound.

“Well, he treats me like I’m not an outcast like everyone else at school does and besides if he wouldn’t be a dick and you got to know him better you’d understand.” You tried to explain as best as you could, still knowing the damage was already done. You placed a fresh new bandage over the ‘H’ and taped the sides securely.

“All done, you should go downstairs and get supper. I made sloppy joes and french fries.” Your voice chirped high and cheery while you gave your brother a simple smile. He stood up and began to walk out until he got to the door frame and turned back around.

“I met some new friends today. Like you said I should try to make friends this summer so I won't be alone and stuck with you.” You laugh as you could already guess what kids they were when they usually rode their bikes down your street while screaming.

“Let me guess, the supposed losers club?” You gave a chuckle at the name as it was what they called themselves. Even during the past month right before the end of the school year, you’d hear them say random shit while walking behind you in the halls.

“I guess that’s what they are called.” He responded, starting to walk away leaving you to do whatever you could to relax. You were definitely going to give Henry a piece of your mind the next morning.

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You woke up in a cold sweat, hearing your window bang closed with a loud clank. You bolted up and on your feet, prepared to knock out anyone who was intruding. Turning the lights on you were faced with nothing, nobody at all. But as you could see the room looked overturn and been rummaged through. It looked like your drawers were ransacked and the stuff inside moved around. Your underwear drawer was turned upside down but seemed as if nothing was taken. Opening, you take a softball bat that you'd had since seventh grade. You went downstairs slowly, listening to each creak on the wooden floor. Your fingers clenched the smooth softball bat you had in your hands.

You began to turn on every light in the house, leaving no corner of the house in the dark. It was insane as was no one incomplete sight, Ben heard the commotion downstairs and got up from his bed. He noticed that every single light in the house was lit and expected that it had happened again.

“Is everything okay?” He asked concernedly while taking a good long look at the bat in your hand and the panic on your face.

“Yeah, just go back upstairs.” You told him, with no hesitation he ran back up to his room. Checking both doors, making sure they were still locked and in good condition.

After putting everything back in place, you laid down and covered up in your blanket. Closing your eyes, you start to overthink to the point you pass out.

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You spent the next morning downtown shopping at the local grocery store and looking at the displays in the windows of stores along the sidewalk. You carried a bags stocked with the canned beans, hamburger patties, two-liters of soda, and three quarters.

After looking around in Freese's Department Store for the past hour you walk out of the downtown area and past Victor’s house. You caught a little glimpse of people standing around and talking in his backyard. It only took you a second to decide to go back and see who was back there. Carefully you sat down your bags by the mailbox.

You tiptoed to the back of the house and of course, Henry had his back turned to you and standing around him was Victor, Belch, and Patrick. Patrick was the first to notice you stomping up the side of the house. His grin gleamed on his face as he could recognize that you found out about the event that took place the other day.

“You really had to pick on my younger brother you rat headed asshole!” Running up behind Henry you push him to the ground, paying attention to him only. You left one punch to the back of his head, Patrick jumped down trying to grab at you but ended with your hand colliding with his face. Victor grabbed your arms from behind and pulled you up with a strong grip. Henry stumbled up and gradually walked towards you, his face close to yours that you could smell the cigarettes on his breath.

"You're so lucky I haven't treated you badly yet and slapped you down like the slut you are!" His hot breath hit your face and you struggled to break loose.

"Maybe we should tie her up and show her what she's good for..." Patrick said, which ended up with him getting shushed. Belch looked with worried eyes at you but was speechless. Tears began to trickle from your eyes and pour down your face. You felt hatred for Henry and you managed to slightly kick him as you struggled as Vic’s fingers tightened on your arms.

"You hurt my brother, what am I supposed to do praise you and suck your dick!" You yelled into his face, almost falling to the ground. You felt vulnerable, emotionally drained and nauseous all at once. Victor dropped you, making you fall onto the ground face first.

“I’m done-, I can’t do this bullshit anymore!” You limped away from him, leaving him speechless and surprisingly hurt. It’s never felt like this for him, every time conflict or a breakup would happen in a relationship he'd brush it off and start to flirt with another. He was genuinely hurt and disappointed this time, and definitely couldn't stand it. It was like he had actually felt heartbroken.

You stumble back to where you had dropped your bag sat and started on your way, limping from the fall. When arriving home, you tiptoed to the bathroom and stood in the mirror. Bruises lined your arms from the altercation, Vic certainly had a hard strong grip on you.

A loud knock broke you from your trance. Of course, your brother saw you go into the bathroom and began to notice how long you were in the bathroom and grew very concerned.

"Are you okay in there?" You opened the door to not make him worry any longer.

"Yeah, What's up?" You did your best to cover your arms up.

"Bill is having a sleepover, could I go, pretty please?" He begged to know since if he would ask his mother she would definitely take hours to decide or plain say no.

Before you could think of anything to say you both heard a loud crash in the kitchen.

"-Look what you did you dip shit!-"

"-You were supposed to catch it Eds!-" The quarrel became louder and louder as you got closer to the kitchen.

A blue glass plate, now shattered into little tiny pieces, littered the kitchen floor. It was clear that one of the kids that stood in front of it had to be the culprit.

"Oh fuck- that's Bowers girl!" They all had frozen still, fear in their eyes. You knew how Bowers was to them and you felt bad about it. If you could you would try to help them.

It was until then that you decided to put a big smile on your face, look at Ben and tell him he’s free to go for the night and to just give you a call. The other kids went from almost terrified to ‘Hell yeah Ben can come’. Ben rushed up the stairs to his room to pack.

“Hey pretty lady, Richie Tozier’s the name and doing voices is my game.” The kid reached his hand out for you to shake it but one of the other boys slapped his hand away.

“-Dude!-”

“Beep Beep, Richie!”

“Oh I know you, what would you think Henry Bowers would do if he saw you talking to me. Besides I’m way out of your league.” You joked before you turned away from them and went up to your room.

“Holy shit you just got burned by Henry’s girl.” They all laughed to which Richie just shrugged it off.

Ben had put an outfit, a few books, a VHS tape, probably The Breakfast Club, and a few of his notebooks. Before he could leave, he had to stop by and say goodbye. He gave you a bear hug before walking out the door with his friends.

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It was about 9 o clock and you were finally alone. It was about the third time you had gone into the bathroom to look at your bruises.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you were appreciating the large colorful tee covering the silky neon pink underwear you wore. It was as if you looked like you had attended one of Gretta Bowie’s ‘slutty’ sleepover afterparties. It had been hours since the altercation and the bruises had started to fade. No need to worry about it now

Treating yourself, you walk to your mother’s liquor cabinet that stood in the kitchen and grabbed a few things out. Walking to the kitchen, you take a glass out, pouring and mixing more than one drink, not even caring about how you would feel in the morning. After at least ten minutes of hardcore drinking, you felt the blood rush to your head as you walk back upstairs giddy. You were certainly buzzed.

“All we need is a little music and we could have a personal party.” You spoke out loud to yourself.

You went to your cassette player on your dresser, putting one of the tapes you’d accidentally taken from Belch’s Trans Am. You've ridden with all of them while on Henry’s lap, while his hands were in your hair. There were times where you brought you cassettes because Belch was curious of what you listened to. It was when one of your tapes got mixed with his and you hadn't seen it since.

The tape that you had now was labeled “Date Night” in messy writing which consisted of -of course- loads of rock love songs from previous years. Your favorite song out of the whole tape was ‘My Kind Of Lover’. You could only imagine what happens during this song when it's playing in the Trans Am.

You couldn’t help but rock your hips side to side to the beat of the song not taking notice of your windows open blinds. Your whole street could now see you dance, half-naked and drunker than a frat boy at a party. This wasn’t the first time this has happened, only a month prior to this occasion there was another incident. As your neighbor, Mr. Keene caught a group of boys that stood by your mailbox ogling at your figure in the window. One of their flashlights shined into his and his wife’s room on accident and they thought as they were in the clear.

It was until Mr. Keene scared the living shit out of them and made them start running. Of course, that was before they couldn’t be identified. Let's just say that their mothers weren’t pleased with their sons and you for “showing off your body” to their “delicate sons”.

Sounds of pebbles hitting your window hard had stopped your dancing daze, it’d had almost felt like the night before. There was only one catch, your room wasn’t turned upside down because there was no one there and the noise was coming from outside.

“Ugh, Patrick you’re such a cliche.” You looked over and out your window and see him standing, waiting for your silhouette to open and peek out the window. He mouthed for you to let him in giving off his signature look. Knowing him you had to let him in or else he’d break in another way.

Stupidly running downstairs, you make your way to the front door. Looking through the peephole you see Patrick now with a lit cigarette in his mouth. You were going to have to open the door.

He walked in, his muddy boots making dirty prints on the nice freshly waxed wooden floor. You were considering just running out but you had to stay and protect your house. Your only worry was now safe asleep at a friends house, exhausted after watching Sleepaway Camp with his group of friends.

You shut the door to only be met with nothing behind you and the sound of someone pouring Alcohol. His cigarette was placed in the ashtray on your kitchen counter. He had taken a plastic cup from your cabinet and poured random drinks, but mostly Vodka in and chugged it down. Some had missed his mouth and ran down his chin onto his shirt. He crushed the cup and threw it next to the trash can, missing it completely.

“I saw your little show from outside Princess, that was some hot shit.” He sounded majorly aroused but there was no doubt that he was.

“What show? My dancing?” You could barely hear yourself let alone him since your music was at a high volume. He nodded which was your cue to go upstairs to turn your cassette player off.

He followed you up to your room and watched you remove the tape which he took from your hands. His eyes skimmed the tapes label taking a laugh at the title.

“You know Belch was looking for this the other day, He had a very special date and couldn’t find this. In the case was something totally bizarre and ruined his date.” You laughed at his comment but couldn’t help but feet bad.

You sit down on your bed and he tries to sit on the fluffy stool in front of where you sat. He almost drunkenly tipped over and fell on his ass making you laugh.

“Why are you even here? What do you want?” You asked him, heart now racing. He stood up and leaned over you. His rough, damp fingers traced your arms. It was when he leaned in and licked your face only making you shiver in disgust and confusion. He kissed your lips roughly and sloppy, ignoring your disgust. It was when he moved over to your neck that you couldn’t help but scream out.

“Wait-!!” He stopped only for a moment and then continued on.

“I still love Hen-.” He kept kissing your neck until you pushed his head off of you.

“He won't know, we don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to.” He practically begged for your touch as he always did seeing you around Henry and the gang.

“Would you try to talk to him if I do this.” At this point in time, you were desperate to see him again. In your heart, you felt as if you could make a deal with Henry to at least leave your brother alone. He grinned and nodded, even if he lied you felt like you had no other choice.

His actions began again as he starts back at your neck, his fingers traced down to your panties. Fingers gliding over the now prominent wet spot lining your underwear, your breath hitched as he pushed his thumb again the fabric. He let out a small groan, he could feel his half-hard cock twitch and start to rise in his pants.

You began to feel anxious as his hand began to tug at your panties, his tongue gliding on your neck. You got up and pulled down your panties for him, looking deep into his soul.

His smile was plastered on his face as he unzipped his pants pulling them down to his knees. You sat back down, unknowing of what to do next.

His cock was glistening and flushed a pretty reddish-pink, it looked as it had been painfully erect for a while. His pale hand gripped yours painfully as he slowly moved it onto his hard-on.

“You feel that? You did that to me.” Your hand was small compared to his cock. He had a hold of your wrist, guiding your hand up and down his cock. You couldn’t help but laugh to the point that if anyone had seen your face you’d be compared to a tomato.

He took a headful of your hair and pulled you back making you gasp.

“Do you want a taste.” You nodded and he pushed your head near the tip of his cock. You couldn’t help but lick the tip. Because of this he slowly bucked his hips up into your mouth, making you take more into your mouth. He pushed your head way down and that was when you choked and pulled off before you could vomit.

“Keep strokin’.” His face was dotted with beads of sweat, you kept your pace with your hands meeting his thrusts. That was when he flipped his head backward, grunting loud and deep.

“Fuck-” He came all over your hand, his face in complete bliss.

You were in awe, ‘So this is why Hockstetter gets a lot of girls.” You couldn’t help but think to yourself.

“Your turn now.” You get on your knees, then it had hit you. The last thing you remember is looking at Patrick��s expression before closing your eyes and blacking out.

“Shit, Good enough.” Patrick was heavily disappointed but decided as this was already worth the phone call he was going to make to Henry the next morning. He laid back, letting sleep take over his body.

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Waking up was weird for you, your head pounded and you felt a little sick to your stomach. Last nights events then played through your mind and you then realize why you felt that way. Patrick was talking on the phone, his back towards you.

“Just talk to her Henry, she loves you... Okay ill tell her if I see her downtown, I'm taking a walk to Vic’s. I’ll see you later.” He slammed the phone down and turned around.

“Go see him, he’ll be waiting. Also when you get him back you owe me big time Princess.”

He opened your door walking out and left your house without saying another word.

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You stood at his front door, already knowing his father would already be on duty this night. You knocked as hard as you could, trying to see if anyone was there at all. After a minute, you began to turn around, giving up, until the door opened. There was Henry, shirtless, his pants covered in dirt and oil, hair greasy and a tempting smile.

“What the fuck you want?” He kept glancing back while waiting for you to answer.

“We really need to talk.” He huffed and then moved to the side letting you in. The air smelled like alcohol, cigarettes, and dirt which was normal because his dad never cleaned up. It was always Henry.

“Sit your ass down.” He pointed to his bed, your eyes darted to his walls, tracing to the little prints in the yellow wallpaper.

“Henry, you know how much I care for my brother. You have to understand, I have to look out for him because I don't want him to end up like our dad. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hit you that wasn’t me, I was just so angry that you hurt him.” You were tear-jerked as you tried to explain what had gone down in that brain of yours.

Deep in his heart, he hated seeing you like this. He really did care about you just had the hardest time expressing it.

“Come ere.” His arms were open and you wrapped your arms around him, taking his scent of cheap cologne and beer.

“You missed me that much huh?” You laughed but then pushed up and away from him, crossing your arms.

“I want you to carve an h on me Hen.” He gave a look of concern and shock at first.

“Are you sure, I mean-.”

“Yes, I don't think its fair for you to mark my brother.” He took a moment to collect his feelings and then got out his switchblade. You lifted your tee to show the side of your stomach. He popped the blade open and put it towards your skin. The blade pressed into your skin, a stinging pain was all that it felt like. Tears rolled down your face by the time he was done.

“Shhh, It’s okay.” He began to press soft kisses on your cheek down to your neck. It was in the heat of the moment when you took your shirt off to show off the bra you had on. His eyes traced the pretty blue lace that cupped your breasts. He put his fingers until the straps and pulled them down before moving the cups from your bra down. Taking one look at your now hard nipples he leaned down and took one into his mouth, other between his fingers.

He yanked down your underwear, ready to touch you but before he could do that you begged.

“Henry, Please fuck me!” At that remark, he unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his briefs, giving it a few strokes. Moving over to you he had placed his cock at your dripping wet entrance, taking a deep breath he pushed in.

“Oh fuck!” He held still for only a moment, knowing if he were to move for a second he wouldn’t last. There you were, his girl, in his bed only, under him, he couldn’t think of anything better. He then started to move, starting off slow and gradually building up a faster pace. Placing your leg over his shoulder, he thrust at an angle, making his cock rut against your g-spot.

“Oh- Henry!” Your hands were in his hair as his hips snapped a faster rhythm, making the sound of his cock meeting your wet entrance echo throughout the room. You felt the heartbeat in your lower region grow as you become closer and closer to falling over the edge. A finger made it’s way, trailing towards your clit, swirling gentle circles onto it. That was it, that was all it had to take to push you over.

“That's right, come on my cock Princess, fuck! I’m coming-” He pressed his face into your neck, biting down roughly. He fucked into you three more times before coming to a complete halt, spilling his cum deep inside you. The only sound that fills your ears was both your breathing. Now, you both were sweaty and dirty. Henry's body has flushed a bright red and his hair stuck to his forehead.

“You sure put up a fight a few days ago, if I knew you needed some dick this badly I would have fucked you on the spot.” He laid snuggled into your body, craving the current embrace. It was when he got up and looked down, leftover blood had gone onto his stomach and down to his pubic hair. His hair was puffed up, greasy and sweaty.

“You wanna shower with me, I'll clean you up and we can talk about everything.”

“Yes on one condition, could you wash my back?”

“Yea sure sweetheart but we have to hurry up. You don’t want the gang walkin’ in on us in the shower, do ya?.” He grabbed a random pair of clothes out of the pile on his bed. He began his way toward the bathroom but waiting outside the door for you to follow

You smiled to yourself and made your way to his bathroom.

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It wasn't until later when the rest of the gang arrived and noticed that you were tangled into Henry’s arms on the couch.

They didn’t question anything and kept silent, but only Patrick knew.

Later on, after sitting around drinking and watching MTV, Henry, Belch, and Victor went to go to the other room to grab a pack of beer out of Henry’s room.

Patrick looked over at you, grin on his face.

“Remember, you owe me, Princess.”

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It was around 10:30 when you gave Henry a kiss on the cheek and opened the car door. Hoping off of him and outside, you turn around and lean into the window.

“Remember, Call me later.”

“Yeah, I know. I love you, Princess.”

“Love you too Hen.”

You stepped away and watched the car speed off down the street, causing some people to wake up from the sound. Warm, warm was all that you felt, your heart felt like it was on fire with butterflies flying around. It was time to go inside.

The door was locked so you tried the doorbell, it was when you heard a bunch of yells inside.

A girl opened the door, she had red short hair and her face was dotted with freckles.

“Another sleepover huh?” You asked and she replied with a yes.

Walking in, there were empty pizza boxes on the floor and a loud booming sound coming from the living room. Your brother stood along with two other kids, Richie Tozier, and Stan Uris, poorly reenacting movie scenes making the others cringe and laugh at their attempt of acting.

“Hey Ben, come here for a second.” He moved away from the game, having Mike now take his place. He walked with you to the kitchen, you opened the pizza box on the table and took out a slice of pepperoni.

“If you feel embarrassed because of that scar don't worry cause now we have the same one” You lift up your shirt to your waist showing off a fresh, deep cut. Carved into your skin was an ‘H’. He was a little confused but didn’t dwell on it too hard.

You walked upstairs, excited for that phone call that would come soon enough.

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homespork-review · 5 years ago

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Homespork Act 3: Insane Mindscrew Haymakers (Part 2)

CHEL: Rose finds a transportaliser platform in the centre of the lab.

FAILURE ARTIST: The sylladex misadventures come to something this time. Jasper’s corpse lands on the pad.

CHEL: The dead cat vanishes; Rose assumes it was vapourised but we know better, though we don’t see where it went. She finds an unlocked hub and plugs in, noticing another ominous countdown on the wall, with only three minutes left till the lab will be “UNESTABLISHED”.

Years in the future again, PM beheads the worm creature, which turns out to be a robot. The bunker landed on its side so PM stands on a pile of mailboxes to press the button, which causes more robot worms to emerge from beneath the bunker, pushing it upright, and a propeller to emerge from the top and carry it away.

Dave’s strife with Bro continues, getting more and more ridiculous and animesque, until Dave ends up plummeting down the stairwell. In a realistic work, this could quite easily break his neck, but here we just get some comical flailing and a SBaHJ IT KEEPS HAPPENING macro. Again, Dave looks more angry than afraid.

ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY?: 8

FAILURE ARTIST: I think Hussie said the Bro slicing the Abscond box is symbolic of the trap of child abuse and shows this guardian fight isn’t like the others but it is still an animesque fight that ends with a fucking meme.

CHEL: Yeah, he seems to be expecting us to pick up on these details which don’t mean anything until he actually explains them, which would be fine and in fact clever if they didn’t conflict so strongly with what’s actually noticeably shown. If he wanted us to take it seriously, he’d have done better not to put the Abscond button there at all.

Rose finds, in the lab, a console showing SBurb sessions in the northeastern US where her home is located, monitoring the time to impact of their respective meteors. There is a large cluster of already-landed ones around her house, with a much, much bigger one centred directly on the lab, with an even bigger one centred on the house. She zooms out, and finds the second-biggest upcoming impact in the world is heading for Texas, while one bigger by an order of magnitude will later land in the middle of the Pacific. "Oh look, up in the sky/ It's a hole about the size of Texas..."

"Circus Contraption - Hot Potato" (Watch on YouTube)

Checking on John’s house, Rose finds it overrun by imps, the building shaking violently. Investigating this, she finds the ogre fight; John is at least getting a few blows in now, but they’re still not doing much good. Nannasprite is able to provide support with eye beams, but the ogres are still standing, and Rose’s attempt to drop a fridge on one is useless too. Nannasprite’s teleportation proves more useful, allowing John to take a flying leap out of a hovering oven to strike with greater force and allowing her to drop a full avalanche of household appliances on the ogre. With Rose’s assistance providing him a platform to bounce off again, John strikes the final blow on one ogre, exploding it into grist pieces bigger than himself, and Nannasprite and John occupy the other ogre until Rose drops the alchemiter on it.

FAILURE ARTIST: Seeing a fight like this not long after the Bro and Dave fight makes it hard for me to take the serious one seriously. John should be dead.

CHEL: John has a backup healer and Dave doesn’t, but yeah, cartoon physics prevail here.

Rose checks in, explaining that Dave’s not connected yet, but that she’s determined that activating the cruxtruder does not actually cause the meteor to strike. John levels up to BOY-SKYLARK and collects tons of grist and boondollars, although he still doesn’t know what those actually do.

You can't wait to find out what amazing items this new supply of grist will be just barely insufficient to produce.

Hehehe. We’ve all been there.

John sees that more grist fell down to the platform below, including one huge piece stuck in the hole leading into Dad’s room.

One of those big SOUR GRAPE ELECTRIC HOLOCAUST FRUIT GUSHERS is jammed in the hole in the platform. CLOCKWORK PROBLEMATYKKS: 9

Yes, because Holocaust references are a perfect way to describe candy flavours. Technically “holocaust” can refer to, I quote from dictionary.com, “a great or complete devastation or destruction, especially by fire”, and I’m guessing it’s a parody of all the flavour names with words like “explosion” in them, but, especially when it’s not obviously uncapitalised, that’s very much not what the immediate association of the term is!

FAILURE ARTIST: John asks Nanna why she doesn’t just throw him up to the gate and she says it’s important he build up himself. Though later we do see a character that just jumps up to the gate.

Then we switch to a mysterious castle all in purple. Dad is fighting some imps with shaving cream. A new yet somehow familiar character wearing harlequin clothes watches with disgust both Dad and John on strange window screens.

We cut away yet again to Peregrine Mendicant. PM is still stuck in the mobile station with a letter addressed to David Brinner. There was a real person who went by the alias Doctor Brinner on his Portland-area radio show where he played a mad scientist. Dr. David Brinner is also a comic Hussie made before Homestuck. I’ve never read it myself. I didn’t even know it existed until I googled David Brinner.

Anyway, PM refuses to open this letter and gives stirring speeches that sound like they come from a movie (Kevin Costner’s Postman?) but I don’t think they do.

BRIGHT: PM believes very strongly in the purpose of mail delivery as the bedrock of civilisation. It comes across as funny, but not as mocking.

FAILURE ARTIST: PM then turns to the terminal. Jade appears on a screen shrouded in green static. PM finds Jade familiar. Unfortunately, before PM can converse with Jade, the terminal explodes.

Cut back again to Rose in the lab. There’s lots of cutesy pink little girl stuff down there that Rose decides to ignore. Why is it down there? Did Mom expect Rose to live there one day?

CHEL: I thought it was supposed to signal that Mom was living down there herself.

FAILURE ARTIST: Anyway, Rose also finds a mutant cat.

We cut away again to John contemplating going into his father’s bedroom through a hole in the roof. He decides to do it.

Cut to a fireplace with a portrait of Jade above it. It looks similar to Nanna’s shrine, minus the urn. But Jade isn’t dead, is she? She scampers right into the room the next panel. She arms herself with a huge rifle and tries to sneak across the room. However, her Grandpa appears, shadowed by the huge fire that suddenly lit up in the fireplace. She tries to run away only to fall asleep.

We cut to Dave’s final round - or rather, Jade fighting her Grandpa. Who, in another surprise, is a taxidermed corpse.

She talks to him like he’s alive, though after it, she says he was easier to deal with when he was alive. This disturbing state of affairs is never treated seriously.

CHEL: This, more than anything else, is why we set up the ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY count. Horrible as Bro would be by any realistic standards, at least Dave’s guardian is obviously living and Dave is not merrily talking away to a dead person. We later find out that Jade was the one who taxidermied Grandpa, while she was barely more than a toddler. Not only was she actually able to do this to professional standards, at an age when she shouldn’t have been handling sharp objects at all, but she displays no trauma from it, nor from having had to raise herself. And yet we’re supposed to take Dave’s issues seriously, and to a much lesser extent Rose’s, with no real indication that they’re any different.

TIER: It's one thing when an author's intended depiction of “an abusive household” for the most part flies over people's heads due to the absurdity of the whole situation when it initially got presented, that happens sometimes! Especially when one factors in Bro's total screen time, how he generally ticks the boxes for “absurd but really cool” guy visually, and how late in the game this knowledge was spelled out. It all comes together to make the whole Strider situation kinda come out of left field to judge people for finding the absurd situation funny.

But when it's sitting right next to the arguably worse scenario (stuffed.dead.guardian.) and the latter pretty much never gets brought up while the former gets a big ol’ spotlight shining down on it, yeah that's what the folks call Fucking Weird and in my personal opinion, suspect Ò_Ó.

CHEL: While I can’t really state one way or the other at this point, I do think it’s worth considering a reason that has already been brought up by a non-Homestucker; in the scenarios we’re not supposed to take seriously, the children are girls. I doubt this was even slightly what Hussie intended, but it certainly explains a lot about the fandom’s reactions. The more likely scenario regarding the canon explanation is probably that the ones we’re not supposed to take seriously are not Hussie’s self-insert.

ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY?: 9

BRIGHT: Not to mention, Jade grew up on an island in the middle of the ocean, physically isolated from any other people and with only an animal for company. There are known cases of children who grew up in similar circumstances in real life. Suffice to say, it generally does not end well.

You could argue that Jade is pretending her Grandpa is alive because she’s lonely and needs the company, but this is in no way implied by the text.

At any rate, Jade informs her grandfather that the rifle she has is perfectly adequate for killing things and she doesn’t need his oversized blunderbuss.

CHEL: To be strictly fair, we do later find out she had some contact with other people, but not in a way which I feel would be a substitute for having a living human parent in the “real” world.

FAILURE ARTIST: With Jade out the door, we go again to PM. They are fine except for some cartoon burn marks and a fire on their hood. The metal snake saves their precious mailbox.

BRIGHT: It earns PM’s affection for doing so.

Back at the lab, Rose utterly fails to ignore the four-eyed mutant kitten. She carries it over to a peculiar machine that turns out to be another Appearifier. This one is locked onto her cat, Jaspers, nine years ago. Not only was he alive, but the younger Rose was holding a psychotherapy session with him.

Rose attempts to appearify Jaspers, but since this would cause a time paradox, the machine leaves Jaspers in place and instead produces a ‘Paradox Clone’, which swiftly collapses into green slime. The machine next to the appearifier sucks up the paradox sludge, analyses its genetic sequence, and spits out another cat, rather more mutated than the last, in a process referred to as ‘Ectobiology’.

CHEL: John’s screen name, we remind you, is “ectoBiologist”, so it seems he heard of the concept somewhere, perhaps?

BRIGHT: On the appearifier’s screen, Jaspers reveals a stunning secret to young Rose, and is appearified to an unknown location before he can clarify anything. Two weeks later, his corpse reappeared. Oddly, the appearifier can’t see his whereabouts for the intervening period.

It can, however, see where his body went when it landed on the pad earlier! Rose appearifies the corpse and hightails it out of the lab, using the transportaliser to make her escape before the meteor can hit.

FAILURE ARTIST: If you click on the pink horseshoe that appears at the end of the Rose: Fast Forward To Now flash, there’s a little animation of Rose enjoying Maplehoof. I guess she’s making up for the loss of her precious Jaspers.

BRIGHT: We make a brief detour back to Jade, who’s searching for Becquerel. Two new things about Jade’s mysterious abilities: One, Becquerel is invisible to them. Two, this is unusual enough that it used to disturb her. Becquerel appears briefly in the background, and there’s clearly something strange about him…

CHEL: Additionally, it was clearly his face that was carved on the pumpkin we saw earlier, and he looks canine but it’s hard to make out details at this point...

BRIGHT: But before we can find out more, the comic jumps back to John.

Now in his Dad’s room, John is struck by an unwelcome discovery — there aren’t any clowns. Not on posters, no figurines. His father’s briefcase, rather than being full of the tools of a street performer, holds only boring papers and spreadsheets. In fact, the room is pretty boring...like his Dad is just a normal businessman?

"[S] John: Examine your dad's room." (Watch on YouTube)

FAILURE ARTIST: I wish more had been made of Bing “Douchebag” Crosby in this comic but that’s just me being an old movie nerd.

BRIGHT: While John attempts to recover from the BSOD this causes, his father breaks out of a jail cell armed with a safe. This is watched with displeasure by another black figure in brightly-coloured clothing, whose name is not Spades Slick. (He likes the ring of that, though.) No, he’s Archagent Jack Noir, and he oversees the affairs of a dark kingdom through three fenestrated walls.

CHEL: He usually has a fourth one but it got stolen.

FAILURE ARTIST: Those fingers typing the name Spades Slick are a suspicious color...

BRIGHT: He also despises the jester outfits everyone has been forced to wear, and refuses to don his comical hat until the Queen hijacks his fenestrated wall and orders him to wear it. The wall cuts back to Dad, who has now disarmed an especially burly-looking agent and is punching him in the head.

CHEL: Jack Noir makes mention of his carapace at this point; I don’t remember if his species is also referred to as “carapaces” in the comic but that’s the name the fandom knows them by. Guess we’ll see if they are as we go on.

BRIGHT: Meanwhile, John opens some birthday presents he found in his Dad’s room! He gets some Fruit Gushers, a very dapper suit, and best of all, an Array Fetch Modus, which lets him retrieve an item from any card in his deck! Of course, this would be too straightforward, so he combines it with his other Fetch Modii until he gets something properly inconvenient.

FAILURE ARTIST: How much do Modii cost and does everyone in this universe have one?

CHEL: The implication is tech like this is how Skaianet made its money, but since we never really see anyone who’s not involved somehow with the game, we don’t really get a good sense of the company being part of the world, so we don’t know. If I had to guess, though, I’d think getting the sylladex in the first place costs a big lump sum and then the various fetch modii cost much smaller amounts, sort of like apps on a phone or programs on a computer.

When prompted, John closely examines the Fruit Gushers box, this flavour being “MASSIVE TROPICAL BRAIN HEMORRHAGE”. Tasty…? John thinks so. However, in the corner of the box is a small, easily-missed logo…

THE HEINOUS BATTERWITCH HAS HER GNARLED CLAWS IN EVERYTHING.

After the destruction of his planet, the disappearance of his father, the appearance of his ghost grandma, and fighting numerous monsters, THIS is what finally sends John over the edge into a full-out meltdown, despite the onscreen caption declaring that THIS IS STUPID.

FAILURE ARTIST: I actually have a box of Fruit Gushers signed by Andrew Hussie.

CHEL: Back on the island, Jade, accompanied by dramatic music, attempts to retrieve a blue package from the ruins, but just as she reaches it, Becquerel appears between her and it, and we snap right back into STRIFE!

"[S] Jade: Retrieve package." (Watch on YouTube)

Becquerel, as we can now see clearly, is an enormous white dog, lacking facial features of any kind and emitting crackling green lightning - worthy of the description “devilbeast”, I think. Jade aims her rifle at his head and takes multiple shots, but none hit. The first heats up and melts into nothingness. When the second is fired Becquerel turns into green fire and next frame he and Jade are both riding on the now-enormous bullet which carries them across the lagoon to the other side of the island. Becquerel teleports the third bullet into space and himself and Jade to the top of the frog building, and he teleports himself out of the way of the fourth, the background flashing through several different locations. Finally, Jade shoots a bullet in the opposite direction with the instruction GO FETCH!, which Bec does, giving Jade time to grab the package. She rewards Bec for fetching with the irradiated steak and announces that he is a GOOD DOG, BEST FRIEND. After dancing around in celebration, she very abruptly falls asleep again, and Bec scoops her up on his back, takes her back to bed, and tucks her in.

FAILURE ARTIST: The music in Jade: Retrieve Package

is another replacement. Currently it’s An Unbreakable Union by Robert Blake but originally it was Mutiny by Bill Bolin. The original is very retro science fiction and the replacement is safari.

CHEL: For the record, real dogs are not horses and are not built to carry people like that, even very small children can damage a large dog’s back by riding it, but given Bec’s abilities, I don’t think that applies to him.

Rose comes out the other side of the transportaliser, she and the cat having both kept their atoms unmingled, and discovers she’s back in the house, in the room she thought was her mother’s bedroom. It seems the cutesy pink bed and stuff in the lab was in fact her mother’s bedroom, and this room is a well-stocked bar.

You decide not to be especially melodramatic about this revelation.

Good idea, Rose; there isn’t time, as the lab is promptly unestablished by a meteor, sending flaming debris flying through the window. The booze-filled room is especially endangered by this, so Rose decides to flee.

John punches some more cards and complains that he’s the one doing the work while Rose is just messing around on her computer, while Jade dreams and little red lights on her bedposts glow. A metal cabinet in the corner of her room has similar red lights on top, and it bursts open, revealing a Jade-shaped robot.

Sudden cut to a mysterious copy of Jade’s bedroom, except with pink walls, in which Jade stands, wearing a golden dress. Back in her real room, the DREAMBOT stands in the same position. The gold-clad Jade is, we find, a depiction of Jade in her dream. Dream Jade tries to get into bed, but complains of a heavy weight pressing down on her, as the robot is copying her actions and is now lying on top of the real sleeping Jade. Instead, she decides to fly, which of course she can do since it’s a dream (and the robot has jet propulsion).

The dream room also contains the blue package, addressed to “GG” from “GT”. This isn’t John’s current handle, but she knows it’s from John, and that she must deliver it to somewhere else without opening it.

Flashback to the previous winter. In a shot of John’s window, we see his calendar and the edges of some of his posters. The calendar is marked with smiley faces in party hats in green, red, and purple, marking Jade, Dave, and Rose’s birthdays, but more noticeably, there are creepy faces with jester hats and huge teeth scrawled on the wall and posters. I didn’t notice it until just now, but there are some purple lines on the arm of one of the poster characters which might just be part of a drawn-on clown outfit but from this vantage point look like self-harm scars. Brr. Ominous.

John at this point in time is going by “ghostyTrickster” on Pesterchum, hence the “GT” nametag on the package. He’s chatting to Jade about having sent off everyone’s birthday gifts, and how he hopes Jade’s will “help you solve those problems you’ve been having lately”. John is embarrassed to realise it will take much longer than he thought for the package to reach Jade’s island, but she assures him it will arrive “exactly when it needs to”.

BRIGHT: With the reveal of John’s previous handle, and from the characters in the Trollslum, we also get the theme of the handle initials being the letters of DNA. (GCAT.)

FAILURE ARTIST: Jade complains about “trolls” and we have the first time this beloved and perhaps overshadowing species is named. However, John calls the “trolls” the r-slur so that’s another point.

CLOCKWORK PROBLEMATYKKS: 10

CHEL: Also, the trolls are why he changed his handle, in an attempt to avoid them bothering him.

FAILURE ARTIST: We go back to current day. John is peeved at the graffiti on his posters. He thinks it’s the imps. However, we just saw it was there months before. What is going on, hmmm?

Rose decides to name the cat Vodka Mutini. She then talks with John. Rose wonders where Dave is and John figures that Bro is kicking his ass. Considering that this ass-kicking is later treated as serious abuse, this is a callous thing for a friend to say.

ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY?: 10

CHEL: I’d also say that counts as HURRY UP AND DO NOTHING. There’s not much an internet friend can do about someone’s abusive situation on the other side of the country but they could at least support Dave and tell him to call the police, if it is supposed to be that bad. Or at least, you know, be worried. Then again, Dave might not have told them what the ass-kicking entails, but Rose knows about his brother’s websites, and given that we know Bro made at least one film in which Dave was involved and may or may not have been on camera, and the film certainly would show the state the apartment was in…

HURRY UP AND DO NOTHING: 4

FAILURE ARTIST: Anyway, when John complains about his posters being defaced, Rose says they always looked that way. John naturally freaks out at this creepy revelation.

We cut to WV. They are trying to get down from the mobile station without sacrificing the MAYORAL SASH. While working the Appearifier, they get John’s present with an envelope addressed to “Mister Mayor”. After WV gets more cable, they rappel down the mobile station with the package under their arm.

Meanwhile, a figure in yellow caution tape watches WV through a sniper rifle. This is Aimless Renegade, a wonderful but forgotten character.

We go back to John and Rose. John discusses the mystery of the defaced posters while he futzes around with the Alchemiter. Rose thinks that John had blocked out the memory of defacing the posters and the revelation that his father isn’t who he thought he was unblocked his memory. She thinks maybe his father thought he was interested in clowns because John drew clowns everywhere. Yet John also wrote “LAME KID”? Maybe Dad should have taken John to therapy.

CHEL: “Lame kid” with arrows pointing down at his bed, to be exact, among other insults, and the clown faces don’t look like the product of someone who liked clowns at all!

ARE YOU TRYING TO BE FUNNY?: 11 HURRY UP AND DO NOTHING: 5

Yet Dad Egbert is supposed to be the good parent of the group, so here we go with a new count:

RELATIONSHIP GOALS?: 1

This one’s primarily for romantic relationships, but other relationship fumbles apply too.

Rose thinks that the drawings are the result of John trying to express something subconscious, possibly a repressed past memory. John changes the subject to the upward building process; Rose complains that chimneys weren’t meant to bear such a weight, and considers switching to walls now they can get grist more easily, but she’s running out of time as the house proper is now on fire. John blames Dave, so I think we can assume that either they don’t know his brother forces him into swordfights or they don’t think it’s a problem. Which one is hard to determine.

FAILURE ARTIST: We cut to Jade playing a bass solo so advanced it doesn’t have a bass line. Another Bolin replacement. We find out Dream Jade is in a castle on a planet that’s a gold copy of the one Jack Noir and co are on. While flying around, she sees an inhabitant that looks familiar. CHEL: This is what I was referring to when I said Jade did have some contact with people; she is able to contact the carapaces in her dreams. However, the carapaces are, as we’ve seen from WV and company, somewhat childlike in behaviour, living in a society that’s nothing like Earth’s, biologically not the same as humans so they couldn’t easily advise her if she got ill or injured, and they don’t appear to be able or willing to speak, at least not most of the time and/or in a way the humans could understand, not to mention they would have no way to physically assist her in the waking world so she’d still have to raise herself from a very young age. Hence, why I don’t think they’re a substitute for an actual human parent.

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tfw-no-tennis · 5 years ago

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hxh RESUME

back at it again w/the hxh, heres my recap of the last few eps

ok so i totally forgot to recap that one ep at the end of the hunter exam arc lets see what i remember from like 3 wks ago lollll

i thiiiiink i left off in the middle of ep 21 lol. i really dont remember much tbh so im gonna skim the ep to refresh

exposition time! its so wild that if you lose ur hunter card That It like u cant get another or retake the exam hgabjdfuhasjf Ls

also the fact that you can sell it is rlly interesting

leorio & kurapika backing up gon as he confronts illumi again :’) good lil family

illumi u fool. gon is a shounen protag. he can do anything he sets his mind to

the fact that gon thanks illumi for telling him where killua is....hes literally THAT polite like...what a perfect boy

hisoka just fuckgin stepping out of the shadows....ok bitch

the fact that gon fucked up illumis arm that bad with one hand....boi is STRONK

AUGH AUGH AUGHHHH HISOKA IS SO CREEPY AUGHHH I HATE THIS BIIIITCH

ok but like is illumi implying that hisoka is a fr p*do bc uhhhhh thats so nasty oh lord. pls stay away from gon, and killua, and like everyone as a matter of fact

EWWWWWWWWWW I HATE HISOKA HES SO NASTY. PLS STOP MAKING P*RNO FACES IN RELATION TO 12 YR OLD BOYS.

no but rlly what IS hisoka gonna do now. im assuming he’ll show up p soon (tho probs not in the zoldyc arc like i thought bc its shorter than i thought)

ok the fact that they have the internet is hilariously wild to me for some reason....it just seems like this would be one of those fantasy shounen worlds with very little tech (a la one piece) but lol nope we can just google shit hvbhjdhjdfks

gon: it was fun when you beat me up for 3 hours and broke my arm! seeya dude!

i love gon he is so chill and doesnt seem to hold grudges except when it really matters (like hisoka and illumi)

hanzo has.....ninja business cards....thats amazing hvbhsdjkujfnd

dont worry pokkle, leorio was basically carried thru the hunter exam by various people and also won by default. he still deserves his license tho

an exotic game hunter sounds pretty cool! i wonder if we’ll see pokkle again. kinda doubt it? that sounds pretty firmly non-combat based, and therefore probably pretty far from any plot lol

so gons dad is a bigshot huh.....whatever hed be a bigger deal if he didnt abandon his son tbh

gon swinging his feet on the bench....sooo cute

so ging could restore a bunch of ruins but he couldnt raise his son...ok

im just gonna be bitter at this guy for abandoning the most perfect boy vhbhjfbsjhdhbfsk sorry dude but being a good hunter doesnt make up for being a shit father

gon is so precious ;_;

WHAT WAS SATOTZ GONNA SAY TO GON???

why does it look like theyre googling things on MS paint

ah yes, padokea, on the continent of Africa But Sideways

idk if i talked abt it before but the world map is WILD lmao i love how its all the continents/landmasses scrambled around.....im super curious abt that weird island in the top center of the map, thats the only thing that immediately sticks out as not having a real life equivalent

the music in this show is so charming :’) i love the main theme sm

gon is sooo precious i literally cant get over it. and his hurry to rescue killua is so sweet....and i love how naturally charming/charismatic gon is....pretty much everyone he meets likes him, especially leorio and kurapika, who basically adopted him after knowing him for like a day, and continue to be completely taken by him

ok wtf is satotz & co talking abt......do they know something abt ging that they arent allowed to tell gon???? shouldnt gon have access to the same info now that hes a hunter? i need ANSWERS

i bet this whole thing abt the hunter exam not rlly being over is a metaphor abt the hunter exam NEVER truly ending bc youre always being tested, or st

ok the ED continues to be So Much like especially the last shot where the 4 main characters look like theyre posing for a JC Penny catalog while the singer goes FULL metal-screamo

ok ruth and i just rewatched the next two eps woohoo

i love that there are tourist busses that take people to the front gates so they can like pose for pics and stuff vhbhjafdsfkj and its like ‘ah yes here are where the local assassins live!’ thats so funny yet it makes so much sense

i love that leorio passed tf out during the bus ride. big big mood

gon is so cute...hes like ok yes i understand that we’re not supposed to go in but i think they can make an exception for me bc im very polite.

those 2 dudes r so ugly and so dead god bless

that bigass buster sword....sir please

ruth and i rlly thot that the old guard guy was gonna turn out to be grandpa zoldyk or st lol

the fact that the dog managed to eat All their flesh but left some clothes....skill

also the dog is named mike but it sounds like the guy is calling him miku hvbjdfssk

this cant be the first time some morons have been killed here likeeee

i cant believe nobody has visited the zoldyk estate in 20 years damn they all rlly b havin no friends. depressing

the whole gates thing is wild. also that part where gon gets the math wrong on the weight.....BIG mood kiddo

ok the part where gons on the phone w/the butler is soooo good oh man. i love how gon just calmly dials the phone again after hes hung up on the first time and then YELLS....and leorio and kurapikas faces r so good

also the butler guy unfortunately has a point, it isnt foolproof that gon is here Legit....but he IS let him see his tiny bf :(

as ruth pointed out, the butler guy is reminiscent of kuro from one piece. same vibes

maybe if leorio was jacked like he is in the manga/1999 anime he couldve opened the gate that first time around....Ls

god i love this shows approach to Everything so far,....as ruth put it, half the time its like ‘oh wow they should do [x]/i wish theyd do [x] but ofc they wont cause its a shounen’ but then they DO do [x] and its like damn thats dope

anyways i love how gon is increasingly approaching situations with his Plucky Shounen Protag Attitude in full swing, and he pretty much gets shot down every time. BUT his general determination to see killua bc killuas his FRIEND and hes gonna RESCUE HIM is still a good and pure motivating force

like here, when hes climbing over the wall and hes like whatever i dont wanna have to deal w/being tested thats bullshit, i wanna see killua, my intentions are pure, im gonna try my luck with the dog....i was like ok yeah he’ll get over and like tame or defeat the dog and the guard will be suitably impressed bc nobodys ever done That before, and then gon will continue on to get killua

but NOPE instead the guard calls him down and explains that gon Will Die if he tries that, and then the guard will die too for letting that happen. and gon is like oh shit my actions have consequences for people other than me, wow.

and THEN the guard takes them in to meet the dog. and hot DAMN that is a scary creature. not even really a dog tbh. they did an excellent job making the dog Legit Scary and not just like, big and flashy looking....those eyes are so soulless, and the proportions are freaky

and the guard says exactly what i was thinking - that gon would use his Country Boy Woodland Creature Skills to workaround the dog....but then the subversion - this creature is NOTHING like the woodland critters gon is probably used to dealing with. theres no way gon stood a chance here. the guard just saved him from a really unfortunate death

i love all the Super Heavy Stuff in the servant house that seems so inconvenient vbhjdkfasjfld. also forgot to mention earlier but the guard guy being Absolutely Ripped was wild and kinda funny

training montage! gon continues to be so cute. and i love so much how leorio and kurapika are like no, you rest, we’ll take care of this. good parents!!!!

and then!!!! they sync up and use the power of gay love to almost open the gate. but then gon uses the power of Improbable Shounen Protag Healing Speed to toss that arm sling off and help out

i feel like leorio was side-eyeing gon like w8 a sec u broke that arm like a few days ago that aint right.....

oh man i almost forgot abt that scene with the zoldyks torturing killua :( :( this poor kid he doesnt deserve that

also mom zoldyck seems truly awful but i must say her aesthetic does fuck. the victorian-lookin outfit paired with the futuristic cyclops visor thing....excellent. also im betting this face bandages are from killua cutting her face

this family is so fucked up hvbsjdhjfbakdfn

killua telling his mom that gon is definitely gonna make it there :’) hes got such unshakable faith in his bf thats so good.....

back w/the gang, and immediately they run into more trouble in the form of the young girl butler, whose name i dont know, but i love her....her design is SO good oh man. a non-caricature black person? who also isnt sexualized? in MY anime??????

i love how gons approach to conflict is currently ‘let more powerful person beat me up for hours straight in hopes that they get tired or something idk bro’ like....i love him lol, is it in an effort to show how determined he is? he doesnt even try to dodge her blows or get around her....id be tryin to hop that fence lol

oh shit the tiny zoldyk kid from earlier is spying on them....she was w/the mom so im sure thats not good

when he punches the rock part and it breaks....strong boiiii

oh man that little flashback from when killua first came back and told her that he made a friend ;_; bruh

i love butler girl :( she wants to let gon but knows it isnt allowed....and as soon as she starts to waver BAM here comes mom zoldyck JFC that was so sudden and jarring....im assuming butler girl isnt dead cause that would be lame and anticlimactic

also IS THAT NEN??? NEN>>>??? NEN??? HM? NEN?????????

im so annoying abt nen i need to make one of those ‘is this a pigeon?’ memes w/’is this nen?’ bc thats me anytime anything remotely weird happens lmao

i do think its rlly nen this time tho

anyways shit is wild, cant wait to meet the full zoldyck family

PREDICTION CORNER:

as i said above i doubt hisoka will show up now bc this arc is a lot shorter than i anticipated. also im doubting that illumis even gonna show up honestly

i think we’re gonna have this OP for a while, as the part just at the end shows gon and hisoka fighting in what looks to be an arena, and ik the next arc is the heavens arena arc, which im assuming is the tournament arc....

also i have no idea what that weird building in the OP is but my guess is that its the building w/the heavens arena in it bc its tall and,,,,heaven

i predict there wont be much fighting in this little arc bc how tf else is it so short. at this point i rlly think gon is just gonna grab killua and go lmao. im super curious abt how thats gonna go down, considering that killua is currently strung up just bc he wont apologize...so i cant imagine his family would just let him leave w/gon. i wonder if killua will fight them, or if gons determination will impress them and then theyll let killua go (doubt it)

thats basically it....we’ll see abt the next few eps holla

#lj watches hxh #hxh #woohoo continuation

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clownsgobeepbeep · 5 years ago

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Stupid

And now...the brothers from other fathers X3

Also, I know it seems like it, but Basil is not talking at all

Anyways, I was originally going to go with something sillier but instead went this this haha...I will write something else with them however that is a lot more funner uwu

Back in the past, what was considered the future to some, things were tense and only getting worse by the passing days.

Basil knew this as did his younger sister, and numerous times had they attempted to fix the wrongdoings done by this nauseating figure with glowing, pink eyes.

He hated that he knew just who this was messing around with everybody and everything as much as possible, but he nor anybody was allowed to say it. Unfortunately, certain happenings were bound and supposed to happen, this he despised. Especially if it had anything to do with his dear mother.

Basil sat in front of his desk, fingers rapidly typing words as his eyes read each new one that appeared on the screen before him. He read everything he typed before stopping said actions, then reaching to the side to grab his mouse, dragging it across the screen to then play a voice that sounded through his speakers.

“Hello Daryl. I want to play a game. What you see before-”

“You’re still on with that shizz?”

Basil pressed the pause button before remaining still, eyes then peering to the area behind him: an empty corner that long ago had been the spot where his tool shelf was. Now, at least as he looked at it in the very moment, it served as the spot for a hole in the ground that did not lead to what was beneath his bedroom.

“I still find it so weird and suspicious how I was the only one born...normal.”

The boy spun his chair around before his eyes caught sight of two green ones, a casual expression they were on as a mouth bit into a chocolate bar.

“Hey Basil.”

“Hello Rowan.” a voice sounded from Basil’s computer after he had played another file.

“Ew, do you have to use the Jigsaw voice?”

“Yes.”

“Hm, okay.” the other boy gave a shrug before taking another bite of his chocolate bar. As Basil’s eyes stayed on him, Rowan softly bopped his head as he remained in his same position, very casual about the whole situation. So, Basil was quick to type a phrase that was then spoken through the speakers again.

“Are you coming in or staying in that rabbit hole?”

“Guess I could get out.” Rowan laughed to himself before climbing out of the hole, using his free hand to close the ground before plopping down onto Basil’s bed . “So, how you’ve been my bro?”

Basil gave a shrug in response before his back arms appeared, grabbing onto the bed to pull and make his chair roll over so that he was now closer towards the other boy.

“Bro, you have got to stop showing those off.” Rowan waved his chocolate bar at Basil’s extra limbs. “I so wish I had those. All I got were these antlers.”

“You don’t even have them out.” Basil signed at Rowan who nodded.

“See my point? Besides, they’ve just been dropping leaves everywhere and it’s getting annoying.” Rowan gave a deep sigh as he now lay on Basil’s bed, looking at the picture on the nightstand which was of the Ula of that timeline. “Why’s she gotta be so pretty?”

Basil blinked at the picture of his mother, a lovely grin on her features that were somehow more visible now that her hair...was so much shorter...nonetheless, she remained as beautiful as ever.

“Anyways, bro.” Rowan made Basil snap out of his thoughts, the two boys now looking at each other. “When did you last visit mom and dads?”

“Yesterday.” Basil simply signed as Rowan set down the picture and sat up, crumpling his chocolate wrapper and throwing it behind him without bothering to look as it landed inside the trash can. “Decided to give her some time alone.”

“How is she?”

“Coping. Smiling. Hiding behind that smile.”

“Oh no. What about dads?”

“Schrader, conflicted. Atlas, with his parents.”

“He’s still hiding away!?” Rowan exclaimed before Basil nodded. “That wuss puss! If he doesn’t hurry it up and be there for mom, I swear, I swear I’ll go and-”

Basil then raised his hands as if to calm down Rowan, his back hands following his example.

“Darn it...just...bitch the pot Basil. I have to hear more of this.” Rowan gave a groan before he watched Basil’s hands push his chair away from the bed and back towards his desk where he was about to type into his computer. “But please don’t use the Jigsaw voice.”

“Wuss puss.” the computer spoke in said voice after Basil had typed into it, then typing once again to make a new voice play. “Mom had a talk with grandpa Lennie and she seemed to have been coping better. I could tell that she’s still feeling bad about the situation with our dads however.”

“Does she plan on talking to them?”

“Atlas, affirmative. Schrader, negative.”

“For star’s sake.” Rowan shook his head while pinching the bridge of his nose. “I swear, all three of them are stupid.”

Basil ceased his typing for a moment before turning to Rowan, his eyebrows deepened a bit more as the other boy continued speaking of the parents.

“Seriously, why doesn’t mom just accept both guys? Nothing wrong with a little poly, like auntie Cordie said. Love triangles are out.” Rowan crossed his arms with a disappointed look on his expression. “And like, why don’t our dads just like…”

Rowan then lowered his long sleeves to show his hands, fingers awkwardly intertwining as he attempted to send a message through.

“Ya know? Bro?”

“Negative.”

“Why don’t they just...you know...they both love mom, got a few similarities...good looking guys like them...ahem.” Rowan gave a bit of a cough as Basil could only give him his signature, and only, stare. “They should just stop fighting over her.”

“They’re not fighting over her.” Basil’s computer stated as he now displayed a triangle on the screen, each angle having a picture of each parent. “Atlas and mom have not broken up and as it looks, they probably won’t once they talk it out.”

“Okay, so…?”

“Schrader is 100% convinced mom no longer has any feelings towards him, his hope is running out so he sees no point in fighting for mom when there isn’t even a fight to begin with.” the computer claimed before Schrader’s picture disappeared, as did two lines so that now there was a single one connecting Atlas and Ula’s pictures. “Technically, there isn’t a love triangle since Schrader doesn’t include himself in the equation. That would only happen if Atlas and mom officially broke up.”

“Wait, so right now…” Rowan squinted his eyes. “Right now, how are-”

“I have been able to travel with Flora because of the tension between Atlas and mom. Once that it over however…”

“Dont. Don’t even mention it.” Rowan grew serious, very well knowing what Basil was referring to. “I don’t want to think about that, especially not now.”

“It’s going to happen sooner or later.”

“Not if we can stop it.” Rowan claimed before Basil shook his head. “Come on bro, don’t-”

“We can’t prevent it. Mom is going to choose to stay with Atlas, especially because his insecurities and lack of confidence lead him to assume that she still has feelings for Schrader. Mom denies these feelings and wants to prove this to Atlas.”

“That’s so stupid!” Rowan shouted before standing up, fists inside his sleeves angrily clenched. “Dad’s stupid! Mom’s stupid!”

Basil’s gave Rowan a glare before he crossed his arms.

“You know it very well as I do! I know you’re a mama’s boy, but even you have to admit how stupid mom is being!”

Basil stared at Rowan for a moment, then giving a sigh and shrug, agreeing with Rowan.

“Mom clearly loves Schrader, then she’ll talk it over with Atlas, then he’ll be accepting and they’ll all be together and then we’ll both be born as twins or brothers and we’ll have more siblings and even Flora will love me and we’ll all be one, big, happy family! Because, mom loves both guys! Right?” Rowan looked at Basil with hope, then grabbing his shoulders to slightly shake him. “Right? Bro?”

Once again, Basil plainly stared at Rowan, then turning away with a deep sigh.

“Right, Basil?”

The brown haired boy felt as his friend carefully removed his hands from his shoulders, then standing up and walking away to the corner where two large bean bags were. Basil plopped down on one before grabbing a remote control, turning on the television on the wall before patting the other bean bag.

Rowan saw as a horror movie was now playing, so he went over and plopped down as well. He saw how Basil snapped his fingers and a large bowl of popcorn and sodas appeared in between them, so Rowan snapped his fingers as well before boxes of pizza and cupcakes appeared as well.

“Basil?” The orange haired boy turned to look at Rowan who gave a small smile. “You know you’re my bro right?”

Basil responded with a simple nod.

“You’re the best bro, Flora and Frankie are lucky to have you.” Rowan grabbed a handful of popcorn, seeing as Basil shook his head and dropped the remote to sigh.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“Haha, sure, bro...” Rowan lightly chuckled before turning to the television screen with a smile. “What are we watching today?”

#basil the slasher clown #rowan the deer clown #that may perhps be his temporary title uwu #clown bros

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mossheartlesbian · 2 years ago

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To me the kids and their guardians seem to extend into like. Differing levels of both isolation and toxic parenting tbh. John is a lonely kid with only internet friends but he has a good if overly doting father. Rose's mom is well meaning but neglectful due to her alcoholism. Dave's bro is abusive in literally every sense of the word (physical, emotional, sexual due to exposing dave to his weird porn at an early age). Grandpa straight up isn't there and when he was alive would just fucking leave his 4yo child alone on an island with a dog???? The trolls basically live on lord of the flies world and are raised by feral beasts. The alpha kids are kind of a fun house mirror version of the beta kids as well. On the surface Jane appears to have the same idyllic childhood as John but she has been hunted by assassins her whole life and is therefore even more sheltered. Jake is alone like jade with not even Bec to help him. Roxy and Dirk are the only humans alive in their time with Roxy only having carapacians and cats for company and dirk having his robots. I think it's maybe supposed to be a commentary on kids being "raised by the internet" but in the case of some of the hs kids it's taken to the literal extreme.

something so curious about the weirdness of guardians in homestuck i cant quite pinpoint. what does it mean that every single troll has their lusus be the same gender they are (girl trolls have female lusii, boy trolls have male lusii), what does it mean that it also matches for dave and rose (dave has bro and rose has mom) but it doesnt match for jade (who has grandpa) and john has nanna as well, but what does it mean that john is the only one to have more than one guardian (dad and nanna) and then with the alpha kids some things are the same (roxy has a mom and dirk has a bro) but roxy and dirk never even MET their guardians, and while jake is reversed from jade (a boy with a grandma instead of a girl with a grandpa) jane has poppop but she ALSO has a dad, and what does it mean that dad egbert and dad croker are exactly the same, being the only characters to have apparently no change from universe beta to alpha, in the end, what does it mean that literally not a single one of the children in this entire story was raised in a traditional family, with both a mom and a dad? or does any of it have no meaning at all? im going crazy here

#homestuck #hope i worded this well? im open to further discussions because I enjoy these themes

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noodles-send-n00ds · 7 years ago

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family - jack avery

pairings: reader x jack, reader x brother!colby

warning: reader’s dad left. i don’t know if that’s triggering but i’m putting here anyways.

summary: y/n introduces jack to her grandparents and her younger, protective brother.

a/n: i’m writing imagines like no tomorrow

not my gif

***

you and jack have been dating for awhile and your grandparents were in town with your 16 year old brother. you thought it would be a good idea for them to meet your wonderful boyfriend although he has met your mom multiple times.

your little brother, colby, was dying to meet the man that stole your heart and give him the “brother test” which you weren’t excited for. your brother had scared of many of your boyfriends before jack.

“jack, please don’t be scared of my brother. he’s 16. he can’t do you any harm,” you told jack as you walked into the elevator that would take you to the condo they were staying at.

“i promise, baby,” he kissed your forehead.

you were wearing comfortable clothing because you were completely normal around your grandparents. your outfit consisted of yoga pants, a white crop top, and some nike tennis shoes. your hair was in a ponytail covered with a hat.

you knocked twice on the door once you got there. the door was soon opened by your brother.

“y/n!” he exclaimed and wrapped his arms around you, making you let go of jack’s hand.

“hey, colby!” you smiled. you hadn’t seen your brother since christmas and it was nice to see him again.

“how are you?” he said, breaking the hug.

“good, good. you? you look like you’ve grown a foot,” you laughed.

“i’m good. now, i’m taller and more muscular than most guys on the basketball team,” he flexed his arm to show his muscles. out of the corner of your eye, you saw jack take a big gulp.

“oh, colby! this is my boyfriend, jack,” you gestured to a semi-frightened jack who stuck out his hand for him to shake.

“nice to meet you,” colby said with a no expression on his face.

once they ended the handshake, you grabbed jack’s hand and walked inside to see your grandparents looking at the newspaper.

“grandma! grandpa! it’s been awhile,” you told them and hugged them while they sat on the couch.

“my, my! look at you! you are gorgeous!” your grandma told you and smiled at you.

“this is my boyfriend, jack,” you smiled at jack.

“george, do you see what i see? this man is so handsome!” your grandma explained to him.

“he’s a looker,” grandpa said and got of the couch to shake his hand.

“nice to meet you, sir,” jack said.

“oh quit being formal! it’s just me!” grandpa laughed.

“take a seat! colby can you grab the snacks?” your grandma asked your brother.

you and jack sat in the couch across the small room with your fingers still intertwined. you kissed his cheek for reassurance and he squeezed your hand.

“so i hear you're in a band?” grandma asked.

“i am. we just finished tour,” he said, proudly.

“wait, you’re in a band?” your brother asked as he set the chips and salsa on the coffee table.

“yep,” jack said, popping the p.

“man, i’d never think that y/n would fall for the band geek type. i mean i saw her boyfriends in high school.”

“colby! stop it!” you scolded him.

“just saying,” he shrugged.

“anyways, jack is an amazing singer and sold out his tour,” you boasted.

“is that so? that’s wonderful!” your grandma had a wide smile.

“so there are millions of girls that want you to date them?” colby questioned.

“yes but y/n is the only one that caught my eye,” jack made eye contact with you, sending shivers down your spine.

“but you could leave her for anyone?”

“colby, i swear to god if you ruin another one of my relationships-”

“i’m just looking out for you,” he told you.

“i’m 18! i don’t need you to look out for me!” you stood up causing him to reciprocate the action.

“i don’t want your boyfriends to be like dad!” he yelled.

“guys, sit down now!” your grandpa shouted over your bickering. you both obeyed and sat down. your grandparents got up and went to the other room so you could figure things out.

growing up, you and brother were pretty much raised by your mom. your dad had left when you were 7 and colby was 5. you don’t really know why but your mom stepped in and became both roles. you never really told jack the whole situation because your mom was in the hospital and a lot was on your plate right now.

“jack will never be dad,” you told colby.

“how am i supposed to know? i lost dad and i’m losing mom. what if he breaks your heart and i lose you too? what do i do then?” he told you, voice cracking. you never knew that was how he felt.

you walked over to him and rubbed his back. jack must have felt awkward being in this situation.

“i’m sorry, dude,” colby said and stood up to bro-hug him.

“it’s fine,” jack said and returned the hug.

***

one hour later

“we should go,” you said, laughing at a joke jack told.

“so soon?” your grandma asked.

“yeah, jack has to record tomorrow and i have an essay coming up,” you told them.

you all said your goodbyes and walked to your car after a silent elevator ride. you got in the passenger side and jack started up the car.

“sorry you had to witness my brother and i fight,” you told him, feeling bad for him.

“baby, it’s okay. no family is perfect,” he said to you and grabbed your hand and kissed it.

“i’m also sorry for not telling you about my dad. there was just a lot on-”

“y/n, it’s fine. i know a lot is going on right now,” he rubbed the back of your hand with your thumb.

“how was it?” you asked him.

“your family is amazing,” he smiled at you. “i know where you get that trait from.”

“you’re cheesy, noodles,” you giggled. “wait, where are you going?”

“to in and out, my love,” he turned the corner where an in and out was.

“i love you so much.”

“i know, i know. now, what do you want?”

***

#jack avery #jack avery imagine #jack avery imagines #wdw #wdw imagines #wdw imagine #why dont we #why dont we imagines #why dont we imagine #why don't we #why don't we imagine #why don't we imagines #celebrities #pop music #imagine #imagines #family

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sed-segredosentredimensoes-blog · 7 years ago

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Secrets Beetween Dimensions

Chapter 10: The craziest not logical and even more mysterious truth

Later on Tardis ... I mean, later on at the TARDIS ...

Sam- I found it!

Dean-we are the chapions my bro

Sherlock-enough Dean, enough

Belle-found what?

Sam-your godfather and our parents before we were born are part of this book.

Doctor- I thought it was like a secret mission, you know, I make some ninjas mocking faces.

Sam-shakes his head - sometimes I wanted to have a normal grandma and excuse Grandma Technically grandpa well what matters is that Belle murmured a name while investigating that body

Dean-I thought that only I had noticed

Sam- No, I noticed, and it's not the first time that Belle disguises to say something like that, which leads us to believe she's hiding something from us

Dean-But what and why?

Belle- (annoyed at everyone looking at her) I'm not hiding anything from anyone, no, and if you continue with this suspicion I swear I'll break your arm again

Dean-this one will not work my little sister

John-Elizabeth, they need to know why we hide Sherlock.

Mary-But John ...

John-The one who can’t know is Sherlock,the boys have the right to know

Sam-know what father?

John- (he sighed, running his hand over his face because of the nervousness) it’s a complicated, long and difficult story, but what happened is that when you and Dean were with Aunt Jenny we were threatened if we wrapped Sherlock and now he caught the eye of the daleks

Sam-What do you mean?

Dean-How do you catch the eye of a giant salt shaker?

Doctor-not showing his feelings often ... daleks are creatures that only have a feeling, hate

John-since when are you there?

Doctor-1 without formalities, okay? 2 ... I've been here long enough to confirm that you're the military doctor John Hamish Watson, William Sherlock Scott Holmes’ best friend, a highly functional sociopath who until yesterday I thought was fiction

Sam-believe it or not there are people who think Dean and I are fiction too

John-Yeah, I guess I just did not know about these books, the blog turned into books?

Doctor and Sam exchanged glances and sighed in a contest "you say, you don’t say"

Sam-Well it's kind of complicated

Doctor-the business is the following once a psychic who saw the life of the Sherlock traveled in time and sold the visions to one such of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and he wrote and for years these books are rewritten and until the blog is quoted in the books (I smiled and went to eat something when I returned everyone looked at me) What? Is my mouth dirty?

Everyone looks crooked to the Doctor

Mary-Okay, "she says a little irritably," now everyone knows what we're dealing with. Daleks interested in fictional characters without apparent emotion that in fact, look, they are real

Dean: Mother, why did not you tell Sherlock that the salt shakers are watching him?

Doctor-Right, Mrs. Amelia ... I mean Mrs. Mary

John-Sherlock is too rational, he would not believe in aliens or creatures or if he saw them, he would look for a logical explanation for everything

Doctor- I just got out of here before they gave me a slap, but what could I do? I had no rule to travel with me or those useless labels that humans like so much to show-when I felt an arm holding me.

Belle-Where do you think you're going? Why did you call mom Amelia?

Doctor-It's her real name, sometimes ... but as it seems that psychopathy has become the business of women of this family .... I hope it doesn’t continue the legacy

Belle-I don’t promise anything ... now you can give us a ride.

Doctor-I see her leave me, and I sighed, looking at all the people where you wanted to go to?

Mary-Palace Hotel 212 B .... and I already told you that my name is Mary now

Dean-If we go by car I'll give you a ride on the baby.

After a few minutes of travel Dean parks the impala in front of the hotel as they all exit and head towards the Holmes' room stopping at the door

John-hour of the truth, "he said, looking at everyone behind him and sighed tightening the bell ... that would be a long night

Molly ran to the door and was startled by the amount of people in front of her.

Molly-John ?! And everyone, good night, how can I help?

John-Sorry to bother Molly but we wanted to see Sherlock

Molly-Do you all want to see him?

Mary-Strange as it may be but yes

Sherlock-Tell them to wait for me downstairs.

John-hi to you too

Sherlock- I'll answer you down there John.

The W turn around and sit at one of the tables in the hall

Dean-is that our guy? He really sucks. I doubt he’ll believe in our story

Sam-He's going to have to believe

Sherlock arrives and reaches out to John, who embraces him.

Sherlock-Ok I confess I missed you too - he hugs Mary and Belle, Dean and Sam are half way out

Sherlock-Those must be Dean and Sam.

Sam-And you're Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock-That's right, Samuel, and what's bothering you, Dean?

Dean- (suspicious) No, nothing, sir.

Doctor- Sherlock Holmes, I suppose - I smile, I decided not to scare him at first - he's been shooting a lot and walls lately - he smiles sarcastically-my son in law told me a lot about you and your crimes right John?

John-I didn’t say ... OUCH !!! Okay, okay, I said - how can she be that strong? My leg hurts. I looked at her and she blinked ... I understand she does not want to act like a fanboy, I mean fangirl

Sherlock-I turn down crimes and you are Mary's mother but how? I'd say she's a close friend of the family since Mary ... well, you're her family (Doctor hits her forehead and Sherlock puts his hands back, analyzing the woman, but he can’t), what’s your name?

Belle-hummmm dude ... don’t try to unravel it, please

Molly-uh Belle is right - I say down the stairs and smile - hello again boys, Doctor, John and Mary - I smiled and whispered "Good luck" to Mary - I think by that time of the championship I already know my husband Sherlock

Sherlock-So what do you want with me?

Belle took the lead trying to find a way to explain everything I knew Sherlock thought they were crazy.

Belle-Um ... Uncle Sherlock, you must have seen something about a girl who disappeared about 3 days ago

Sherlock- (I raised my eyebrows at that sudden question) Yes I heard, a very curious case, sorry that they could not recover the body, but I'm working on the case

Molly- (cleared her throat, irritated) I thought we came here to visit John and Mary, not to help the local police

Sherlock-If I'm already here, what does it cost?

Molly -I sighed irritably and counted to 10, that was his nature and I could not go against it - and apparently he's not the only one - I looked around until I stopped my eyes on Emily and Sam discussing something in a corner away from everyone

Emily-What do you want with my father?

Sam-Well it's ... complicated, if you pay attention to Belle you might understand

Emily-If it's that madness of Time Lord, Doctor, hunters, you're wasting your time.

Sam-Wait how do you know that?

Emily- Aunt Mary told this creative joke to us

Sam: You mean you're as skeptical as your father?

Emily- I am RATIONAL like my father, yes sir

Sam- (I smile blandly at her) We need such people ... people like you sleeping peacefully protected by people like me

Emily-What do you mean, people like you, Samuel Watson?

Sam-Samuel Watson? Can you call me Sam? And where did you get Watson?

Emily-From your father, well .... Uncle John Hamish Watson and Aunt Mary Elizabeth Watson

Sam-Our surname is now Winchester as far as I know, we had to change to mislead the monsters from my mother's crazy story

Emily-What a bad mood, I thought your brother was the sarcastic and you still didn’t answer my question

Sam- People like you, I mean, who dream that the world is a perfect place and think that we and the monsters are fiction and have fun when you leave a book about it without having the slightest notion that it could cost us our lives, except some, of course ... but you know what the biggest problem is like you? It’s that they don’t know when to wake up - I sigh and I see that everyone is looking at us

Dean-Have you finished the explanation?

Molly and Mary looked at each other and shook their heads in agreement that it would be better for them to eat.

Molly-Here in the hotel there is a restaurant ... we could eat and talk calmly

Dean-I can’t eat and talk at the same time Belle would beat me up

Sherlock-Returning the investigation Elizabeth, according to information I got from the police, she left the house late at night, the neighbors said they heard a strange noise but saw nothing the next day, there was no sign of her or where she might be.

Belle-Did you let her in her house or interview someone?

Sherlock- Unfortunately not, despite my international reputation I have to be a cop to join them.

Doctor-Well, I think today is your lucky day.

Sherlock- (narrowed his eyes) and why Miss ...

Doctor-Doctor! I'm a Doctor!

Sherlock-In what area?

Doctor-You should know, you're the detective here.

The W are watching to see what this debate is about. Emily is rooting for her father and Molly shakes her head with her hand on her forehead.

Sherlock- (I smiled, that woman was already challenging me, I looked her up and down analyzing) I would say that you have seen many deaths ... in your eyes you can see this, I have the same impression I had with John, but you're different ... it does not look like a soldier, but you seem to see the world with other eyes like an astrophysicist

John- (I start coughing, calling attention to myself and looking at Sherlock) Norbury!

Sherlock-What? I did not make any mistake, I'm sure I got it right, I must have missed something, what did I miss?

Doctor- (start laughing wildly) I understood the reference .... I am the Doctor .... my name is a promise, but if you want so much to know I have a doctorate in everything, examine me and you will understand everything .... or not

Sherlock-I think I'll unravel it later, but you Doctor, you know something about the missing girl

Doctor-Ah, alright, you're right, come on and follow me you will understand what we mean

W and Holmes look confused at her

Doctor-That's for you pudding brains too!

Everyone leaves the hotel and they see the TARDIS

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Chapter 189: I hope he forgives me

Taylor’s POV:

Taylor: “Uncle Matt, can you come upstairs with me?”

Matt: “why?”

Taylor: “because Demi is mean to me, she’ll be nicer if you come with me”

Matt: “so not because you are going to miss me or anything?” he said fake pouting

Taylor: “I’m going to miss you a bunch! pleaseee come upstairs and hangout with us??” I whined

Matt: “Yes, but Danny is all sad and grumpy whenever I leave the room that he is in”

Dan: “that’s not true”

Matt: “Yes it is true! Don’t even deny it bro” he said smirking. Dad rolled his eyes.

Dan: “okay, maybe I am a little clingy today, but I can’t help it, you are leaving on Monday, and I know I’m going to miss you a lot” he said looking down. Uncle Matt and I both frowned. I know that my dad is really having a hard time accepting that he is leaving us again. I’m sad about it too! Grandpa passing away was a shock, and it’s been really hard for everybody, and I know that Dad and Uncle Matt need each other right now, but Uncle Matthew wants to go, and we can’t stop him. I hope that dad will be okay though. Uncle Matt got up and he walked over and sat in dads lap, and hugged him.

Taylor: “You can stay with Dad uncle matt”

Matt: “yeah, I’ll hangout with you, want to-“

Dan: “no, it’s okay Matthew, go spend time with your niece and nephew, they are going to miss you too” he said smiling sadly.

Matt: “are you sure? We can make them come down here”

Dan: “No, I need to help Deb with Bethany anyway, go ahead” he said patting uncle matts back. He nodded and stood up.

Matt: “we will spend all day together tomorrow, I promise, okay Danny?” Dad nodded. and Matthew and I started walking upstairs.

Taylor: “He is so sad...”

Matt: “I know… I feel terrible” I stopped at the top of the stairs and I turned towards him.

Taylor: “Can you just stay then?” I asked softly… he frowned and shook his head no.

Matt: “I can’t Taylor, I made a commitment. I have to follow through”

Taylor: “I don’t want you to go” he sighed

Matt: “I’m sorry Taylor, I need to finish what I started” he whispered. I bit my lip and tried to walk away from him, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. but I wouldn’t look at him. “Taylor… please don’t be mad, this is hard for me too”

Taylor: “I’m not mad”

Matt: “look at me” I shook my head no, because I don’t want him to see the tears in my eyes. He turned me to the side and delivered a couple smacks to my bottom, and I jumped.

Taylor: “ouch!” I whined, pulling away from him so that I could rub my bottom. since uncle Matthew has been training, he is a lot stronger, and he hits a lot harder.

Matt: “look at me” he said again. I pouted and looked up at him and when he saw my pout he frowned again… “I’m sorry” he said softly. “I know this is bad timing, I’m going to miss you and the family so much”

Taylor: “but you didn’t have to leave right now! you could have stayed for a few more months! grandpa just d-” I quickly cut myself off… I shouldn’t have mentioned grandpa… “I’m sorry, I didn’t- never mind”

Matt: “I know… I know he just died, trust me, I remember” he said crossing his arms.

Taylor: “I’m so sorry Uncle Matt, I didn’t mean to bring it up” he sighed

Matt: “My dad was proud of me for finally sticking with something… it was the only thing he has been proud of me for in years, I spent a lot of the time that I had with him disappointing him. I’m sorry that it hurts Danny, and I’m sorry that it scares all of you, but I need to do this… okay?” I nodded. “I only have a little bit of time here left, so please don’t be mad at me”

Taylor: “I’m not mad, I understand, I would probably want to do the same thing. I just am going to miss you, and seeing my dad so sad about it is making it worse” he nodded.

Matt: “I know… I hope Danny will forgive me for doing this, I know he is really upset”

Taylor: “He will be okay, as long as you are okay” he nodded and pulled me into a hug.

Matt: “I love you Taylor, I’ll be okay”

Taylor: “I love you too” I said wrapping my arms around him and cuddling close to him for just a minute. And then he pulled away and we walked over to Demi’s bedroom door. We could hear the girls giggling and stuff, uncle matt laughed and knocked on the door.

Demi: “come in” I heard Demi say. I opened her door and we both walked in.

Taylor: “Hey sissy, can we hang out with you guys?” I thought asking her would be better than just barging into their girl’s day, because Demi can be kind of scary sometimes.

Demi: “yeah you can”

Taylor: “thank you” Uncle Matt immediately went over to Demi’s pet spider to look at it, and I cringed at how scary it is, and then I walked over to Tay, and I gave her a kiss.

Tay: “hey babe”

Taylor: “hey, what’s up? what are you guys doing?”

Tay: “we are going through Demi’s wardrobe, she has so many clothes! And she doesn’t want to part ways with any of them”

Demi: “I like clothes!” she whined

Alison: “dude, you’ve had this shirt since middle school! It has to go!”

Demi: “but it’s cute!”

Alison: “it’s not cute!”

Demi: “yes is it!”

Alison: “then why don’t you wear it to school on Monday?”

Demi: “um… no, I don’t want to”

Alison: “why not?”

Demi: “I just don’t feel like it”

Alison: “you don’t feel like it because it’s way to small and weird” she said tossing it into this small pile at the end of the bed.

Demi: “ughh fine!” I rolled my eyes. girls are so weird.

Tay: “can you paint my toenails?”

Taylor: “you want ME to paint your toenails?” she smiled and nodded

Tay: “yes! Here you go” she said handing me some sparkly blue nail polish

Taylor: “I’m really bad at painting nails, I’ve painted my moms and Demi’s before”

Demi: “yeah, he sucks” she said trying to wrestle another one of her old shirts out of Alison’s hands.

Tay: “pleasee?” she said giving me her puppy dog eyes. I nodded my head.

Taylor: “whatever you want baby” I said kissing her again. she smiled against my lips and I we deepened the kiss, and it was amazing until I felt yet another painful smack on my butt. I yelped and tay and I pulled apart.

Taylor: “Uncle matt! stop doing that!” I whined. Tay laughed, and Uncle Matthew sat on the bed next to Olivia.

Matt: “nah, but you can stop doing that” I rolled my eyes and Tay sat down and I laid down on the floor and started trying to paint her nails for her. I think I did okay, even though Olivia and Matt laughed at my paint job. Tay liked it though, or at least she pretended she did, so that’s all that matters.

Olivia: “is Drake coming over?”

Matt: “He better be. I miss that kid”

Olivia: “I miss him too”

Taylor: “Ken is going to drop him off before work”

Olivia: “are you going to talk to him? he was really sad that you wouldn’t” she said awkwardly. I sighed

Taylor: “yes, I told him I would talk to him about it tonight”

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Kevin’s POV:

After we ate some dinner I snuck into my parent’s bedroom, to see Zac. He was hiding in all the blankets.

Kevin: “Zac?” I whispered.

Zac: “hmm?” He mumbled. I smiled, I’m glad he is awake. I walked over and climbed onto the bed, and I pulled his blankets away. and he blinked his eyes open and smiled at me.

Kevin: “Hi”

Zac: “Hi Kevy”

Kevin: “I brought you some lotion” I said holding it up.

Zac: “You are my hero!!” he said getting up and grabbing the lotion from me. “will I get in trouble for putting this on?”

Kevin: “um… not if you don’t get caught, but... I would hurry. Do you need help?”

Zac: “No way, I went through enough embarrassment for one day, I’ll do it” he said smirking at me before going into the bathroom. I laid down on the bed, and the puppy climbed onto me and started licking my face. I giggled and hugged him until Zac came back. we put the lotion under the bed so that he can put more on later, and then he climbed into bed and laid down on his stomach.

Kevin: “does it feel any better?”

Zac: “yes, a little bit, thank you so much Kevy”

Kevin: “your welcome. I’m sorry you got in trouble, but I’m glad that you are okay”

Zac: “it’s okay, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have tried to sneak out, it was really dumb”

Kevin: “Did you get to spend some time with your daddy? Was he… nice?” he nodded

Zac: “it was a little awkward, but he was nicer then he has been in a really long time, it didn’t feel like home anymore though”

Kevin: “your house didn’t feel like home?

Zac: “being there with him didn’t feel like home, and I don’t think it has felt like home in years… But I’ve only lived here for a little bit, and it already feels like home… I became friends with you and joey because you guys looked scared, and I thought you needed a friend, and I needed friends, I never thought… I would get a family too” I was getting ready to respond when I saw the door quietly open, and Dad walked in… uh oh… I bit my lip and Zac looked at me confused, because he hasn’t noticed that my dad was in here yet. “uh… I’m not trying to like steal your family though, if you ever feel like that, you can tell me! and I will totally leave…. D-do you feel like that?” he asked nervously

Paul: “No” Paul said closing the door, Zac jumped. “he is just nervous because he was TOLD TO STAY OUT OF THIS ROOM” he said raising his voice at me. I gave him my sad puppy dog eyes “Come here Kevin Jonas”

Kevin: “but d-dad”

Paul: “Now Kevin” I whimpered. My mom spanked me a little bit ago with the wooden spoon in the kitchen, and it hurts a lot, I don’t want another spanking. I moved the puppy off of me and I got up off the bed.

Zac: “wait! Paul! Please don’t be mad, I wanted to see him” he said as I slowly walked around the bed and over to my father.

Paul: “You are supposed to be resting! And Kevin, the reason I told you to stay out of here other then wanting Zac to rest, is that I don’t want you to get sick! Go upstairs and find a corner to stand in!” he said sternly. my lip started trembling, but I nodded my head, and I quickly left the room, and went straight upstairs and did exactly what he told me to do.

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Paul’s POV:

Zac: “please don’t spank him” Zac pleaded.

Paul: “Kevin’s already disobeyed us and came in here once, and he got spanked for it, but it obviously wasn’t enough, because he immediately came back in here” Zac sat up and he winced when his sore bottom made contact with the bed.

Zac: “he j-just wanted to make sure I was okay” he said starting to visibly get upset. I sighed and walked over to the bed, and I leaned down and I grabbed the lotion that I noticed was under the bed, and I placed it on the end table.

Paul: “did I tell you that you could have some of this?” He pouted and shook his head no. I sighed. “Lay down Zachary” I said sternly. he hesitated for just a second before he laid back down. I grabbed his feet and pulled them up, so that he was sort of in the diaper position, and then I smacked his bottom hard, 5 times. He immediately burst into tears again and he tried to wiggle away from me, but I landed 5 more before letting his feet go. he rolled over onto his side and reached back to block me from giving him anymore. “Zac, I’m okay with lotion sometimes, but not when you do what you did today… you don’t get to put your life in danger like that. You deserved that spanking you got from Taylor, and you aren’t getting any lotion”

Zac: “I’m s-sorry sir” he said through his sobs. I kneeled down, beside the bed, so that I was down to his level.

Paul: “I have to be strict with you because I don’t want you to do that ever again… it hurts me so much to have to make you cry again... you know that right?” I said running my fingers through his hair. He nodded his head.

Zac: “y-yes” I leaned forward and kissed his forehead. He is still extremely warm.

Paul: “do you want to go see your dad? I can take you”

Zac: “No”

Paul: “are you sure? I won’t say anything to your father, as long as he isn’t hurting you, I’ll just be there for support”

Zac: “I’m lo-looking a-at my d-d-dad right now” he whispered, looking right into my eyes, I just stared at him, shocked for a second, and his face turned red when I let out a gasp that I didn’t mean to let out. And he hid his face from me, embarrassed. My eyes started watering.

Paul: “Zac, I would be honored to be your dad, I love you so much”

Zac: “I l-lo-love y-you t-too”

Paul: “look at me, please?” he uncovered his face and I wiped his tears away with my thumbs. “I know that your dad is important to you, and I would never try to replace him. I want him to get better and I want him to treat you better. I hope that someday you can have a good relationship with him. but I’m really glad to be able to be apart of your life too.” he nodded “Your dad has got court on Monday, so if you want to see him again before that, then let me know, okay?”

Zac: “o-okay, but I don’t think I w-will”

Paul: “why not?”

Zac: “I h-had a kind of good d-day with him… s-sort of... I w-want to remember to-today, and not h-have the last time I see him in a-awhile be him b-being mean” I nodded.

Paul: “okay. I’m glad that you had an okay day with him, even though I wish you would have waited. I need to go get Kevin, do you need anything?”

Zac: “can you do me a h-huge favor please?” he asked looking at me with his puppy dog eyes.

Paul: “anything you want” he smiled

Zac: “anything?”

Paul: “yes”

Zac: “I want you to not s-spank Kevin” He said smiling innocently at me. I sighed. I walked right into that.

Paul: “you are a brat” I said standing back up.

Zac: “but y-you said anythinggg” he whined.

Paul: “I meant like a popsicle to help your sore throat, or a drink, or something like that”

Zac: “you should have said a-anything except for pretty much everything” I chuckled. He got me there.

Paul: “fine, I won’t spank him… do you need anything else?”

Zac: “anything??” he asked again. I shook my head no.

Paul: “do you need anything except for pretty much everything?” I asked smirking at him.

Zac: “Can I have my p-phone back?”

Paul: “absolutely not, you’re grounded” Zac pouted.

Zac: “okay... I don’t need anything” I nodded and kissed his forehead. And then I tucked him in. and then I headed upstairs. I found Kevin in his room, standing in the corner.

Paul: “Kevin, come here” He turned from the corner, and he looked down at the floor and walked over to me. “you disobeyed us twice for the same thing Kevin Jonas, do you want the strap?” he quickly shook his head no.

Kevin: “No daddy!”

Paul: “Then you better not do it again”

Kevin: “yes sir”

Paul: “I would have spanked you right now, but Zac convinced me not too” finally looked up at me.

Kevin: “really?” I nodded.

Paul: “yes, but I do think you probably deserve one” I said pulling him into a hug.

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Later that night. Edwards POV:

I am soooo nervous about sneaking out tonight. I’ve been sneaking out since before I even met Sammy, and I’ve lived in a lot of really scary homes, but I never cared before, I didn’t even hesitate to sneak out, so I don’t know why I am so freaking nervous right now. I feel like it’s going to be hard to not get caught, and I don’t want to get in trouble. But I’m mostly nervous I think because I feel guilty. Paul has done a lot for me, and a lot for Sammy, he gave me a home, and he gave Sammy a job so that we could stay together. So, it’s really hard for me to disappoint him by sneaking out... but I want to try anyway, because I miss Sammy so much! We haven’t gotten much alone time lately, like at all. which has been so hard for both of us. Nick and Frankie already went to bed, and Joe, Kevin and I have been hanging out in their bedroom. Joe and Kevin are laughing so hard right now at me telling them stories about my first week of my new high school, and how I think the lunch lady has it out for me.

Joe: “that lunch lady was the nicest person at that school, how did you get her to hate you??”

Edward: “I wouldn’t say she HATES me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she spits in my food or something” Kevin started laughing harder

Kevin: “what even makes you thinkkk that?”

Edward: “because every time I go through the line she glares at me!”

Kevin: “probably because you are glaring at her” I laughed and nodded

Edward: “that’s probably true, because I hateee school”

Joe: “Me too, my new school is so much worse, I hate it.”

Kevin: “I’m sorry we had to switch Joey, it’s my fault”

Joe: “no, it’s not your fault Kev, it’s those meanies fault”

Edward: “wait, what happened?”

Kevin: “don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal”

Edward: “Joe? What happened? you guys had bullies?” Joe looked at Kevin for a second, before he looked back at me and nodded.

Joe: “Kevin got James and his group of mean friend’s detention, and they got mad and told him they were going to beat him up after school… and they did. James, David, and Aaron all started kicking him, and James grabbed his head and banged his face into the building a bunch” I gasped, and Kevin looked down.

Edward: “how did you get away?”

Joe: “he tried to crawl away but they kicked him in the face and stuff, and then Demi and Taylor swift found him, and they yelled at them and they took off, and then they called 911”

Edward: “Ugh! Those Guys are still in school! 2 of them were there when the thing with Demi happened! I Punched James in the face!”

Joe: “Good, he is mean, he deserved it”

Edward: “why is he still at this school if he is such a bully, why hasn’t he been expelled yet?” Kevin and Joe both shrugged. I thought I hated that James kid, but now I REALLY hate him! I’m going to get back at him for sure for hurting Kevin like that. There was a soft knock on the door

Kevin: “come in” Denise opened the door and she smiled at us.

Denise: “John wants to talk to you” she said holding Paul’s phone out to me.

Edward: “I already talked to them like three times today”

Denise: “you are the baby of the family, he is worried about you” she said chuckling.

Joe: “HAHA! You’re the baby!” he teased. I rolled my eyes and grabbed Paul’s phone. And Denise started telling the boys to get ready for bed.

(Phone Conversation)

Edward: “Hello?”

John: “Hey Edward, how is it going?”

Edward: “Nothing has changed since the last time I talked to you…. like an hour ago” I said unable to keep the attitude out of my voice. I heard him sigh…

John: “what are you guys doing?”

Edward: “just hanging out, Denise just came and told us to get ready for bed”

John: “no troubles today?”

Edward: “not from me”

John: “thank you for being good Edward, we really appreciate it. we were kind of worried about leaving you there, because they are stricter then we are, and you like to be... rebellious”

Edward: “I don’t like to be rebellious”

John: “yes you do” I rolled my eyes.

Edward: “whatever… don’t you guys have like weird husband/wife crap to do?” I heard Karie laugh in the background, I must be on speaker phone.

John: “Yeah, we do have weird husband/wife stuff to do, thanks for reminding us” he said chuckling

Karie: “we love you Edward” I felt my face heat up. it’s so weird to hear people other then Sammy say that to me. I don’t know if I will ever get used to that. It’s awkward to say it back, but it’s awkward to not say it back too.

Edward: “I um.. love you guys too” I mumbled. “Anyyway, bye” I heard them both laugh

John: “Bye Edward, Goodnight”

Edward: “Goodnight”

(End of phone conversation)

I hung up Paul’s phone and then I started taking selfies on it, just to annoy him later with selfie spam. When Joe and Kevin came back from brushing their teeth Kevin jumped onto his bed and sat next to me, and Joey climbed into my lap and they started taking funny selfies with me, and our funny faces are making us laugh.

Joe: “How long do you think it will take daddy to find all these pictures?”

Kevin: “Probably a long time” we heard Denise laugh and we all looked up at her, she’s leaning up against the doorframe. We smiled innocently at her.

Denise: “I want a picture with some of my favorite boys” she said walking over and sitting on the other side of me, I held the phone up and we all smiled this time. And then she took his phone from us.

Denise: “did you boys brush your teeth?”

Joe: “yes!”

Edward: “I haven’t yet”

Denise: “okay, well you guys can stay up for a little bit if you aren’t too loud. We are going to bed, and your brothers are sleeping. Don’t wake them up”

Joe: “yaaay! We get to stay up latee!” he said excitedly.

Denise: “Not too late boys, just for a little bit” she said sternly. she gave us hugs and then reminded me to brush my teeth. I sighed and got up and got my toothbrush out of my bag, and then I walked to the bathroom and I started brushing my teeth and I changed into pajamas. I’m so excited to cuddle with Sammy tonight. I hope I get too. by time I was done, Paul was in Kevin and Joe’s room. he gave us all hugs and told us goodnight and stuff. My game plan is to wait until Joe and Kev fall asleep, and then I’ll text Sammy and tell him to come get me.

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Taylor’s POV:

I’ve been hanging out with the girls and my uncle Matthew for a while, but I’ve mostly been cuddling with my girlfriend.

Tay: “I feel so sick...” she said leaning against me.

Taylor: “can I do anything to help?”

Tay: “ugh… no” she said closing her eyes. Tay’s been having a hard time with this pregnancy, I feel so bad. she’s always sick, always in pain, always just not feeling good. I kissed her forehead

Taylor: “I’m sorry Tay, I wish I could make you feel better” she grabbed my hand and we intertwined fingers and she looked at me and smiled

Tay: “being with you makes me feel better” I smiled and leaned in and we kissed.

Taylor: “I love you”

Tay: “I love you too”

Demi: “You spanked Zac!?” Demi suddenly yelled. I looked away from Tay over to her, she is crossing her arms and glaring at me.

Taylor: “how do you even know about that? He is grounded from his phone”

Demi: “I… have my ways”

Taylor: “does he have his phone?”

Demi: “I don’t know” she said as her cellphone beeped again. I rolled my eyes.

Taylor: “Let me see your phone”

Demi: “No, fuck you!” I raised my eyebrow at her. and the other girls stopped talking to each other and looked at her.

Matt: “Demetria Lautner! Come here!” he said in a stern tone that made me tense up, even though it wasn’t even directed towards me.

Taylor: “it’s okay uncle matt, she-“

Matt: “I wasn’t talking to you” he said glaring at me. I bit my lip and looked down. I hate it when my uncle matt is all strict and uncool. But my brothers probably hate it when I am all strict and uncool too. “Come here Demetri” I heard him say again.

Demi: “No”

Matt: “One.. TWO!..”

Taylor: “Demi… it’s going to be worse if you don’t-“

Demi: “SHUT UP!!!” she yelled. Uncle matt sighed and stood up, and when he walked past me I reached forward and grabbed his hand, making him stop and look at me.

Taylor: “she is just mad at me, please don’t-“ He pulled his hand away.

Matt: “she’s being a brat” he said walking away from me, and towards her. he said ‘three’ right before he grabbed her and sat down with her landing over his lap.

Demi: “UNCLE MATTHEW NO!!!!” she yelled, kicking her feet.

Matt: “You don’t need to be so rude to Taylor all the time Demetri! And you don’t need to talk like that!” He said starting to land hard smacks to her bottom. ugh... I feel so bad for her being spanked in front of her friends like this, I would be so embarrassed!

Demi: “OWW!!!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACKK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACKK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

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Demi’s POV:

Ouchh! Uncle Matthew is spanking me so hard. I’m already crying, and it just started. And the room is awkwardly quiet, besides for the smacks, and my crying. This isn’t! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Demi: “OWWIE! Uncle m-matthew! I’m sorryy!” I cried out reaching back to try to block him. he grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm and pinned it to my back, and then he continued spanking me.

Matt: “Are you…” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK “Going to…” SMACK SMACK SMACK! “give your..” SMACK SMACK SMACKK! SMACK “Brother more..” SMACK SMACK SMACKK!

Demi: “AHH! OWW!” SMACK SMACK SMACK

Matt: “Respect?”

Demi: “YESS! I will!!!” I cried out.

Matt: “Good, and you will watch your mouth too!” SMACK SMACKK! SMACKK! SMACK!

Demi: “o-okay! okay I’m s-sorrry” he cried.

Matt: “are you going to watch your mouth?” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

Demi: “YES!” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK I let out a loud sob and he landed about twenty more, before he let me up. I immediately started rubbing. I can’t believe how hard he spanks now. “I’m s-sorry” I said again. my butts on fire and it wasn’t even that long of a spanking. And I’m so freaking embarrassed. He stood up and pulled me into a hug and he kissed the top of my head. I hid my face in his shirt. I wish I could just disappear right now, I’m so embarrassed. I don’t want to look at anyone.

Matt: “I’m sorry that I had to do that to you Demi, but you don’t need to treat Taylor that way, he spanked Zac because he needed to. And you cussing him out for it, isn’t cool”

Demi: “I’m s-sorry” I whispered.

Matt: “I think you need to go tell him that” he said rubbing my back. I nodded. but I held onto him until I calmed down. when I finally pulled away from uncle matt and looked at him, I almost started crying again by the look on his face. I can tell he is really upset about having to spank me. “your makeup is a little messed up, but you still look as beautiful as ever!” he said trying really hard to cheer me up.

Olivia: “um… I got you some makeup remover wipes all ready to go” she said softly. I looked over at her, and she was holding them. I smiled, and she got one out and helped me get my mascara and eyeliner off my face. and then I took a deep shaky breath and walked over to Taylor. he is looking down. he tried to stop Uncle Matthew even though I was being really rude to him, which was really sweet. Taylor really tries to be a good brother, and he is a really good one, most of the time. I’m not very good at being a good sister though. I climbed into his lap, and I winced a little at the pain in my backside.

Taylor: “I’m sorry sissy” he said softly.

Demi: “I.. I’m t-the one who sh-should be sorry, not you… I-I’m sorry for s-saying that to you”

Taylor: “it’s okay Demi”

Demi: “w-why did you spank Zac?... you didn’t do it because we are kind of a thing, did you?... h-he isn’t like Jeremiah, you don’t have to be so protective”

Taylor: “No… I know that he isn’t like Jeremiah. I like him.”

Demi: “then why did you do that?”

Taylor: “because he snuck out and went over to his dad’s house” my breath caught in my throat, And my eyes went wide…

Demi: “i-is he o-okay?” I asked nervously

Taylor: “yes, just sore… And sick. I spanked him because Paul was too angry, and I knew he would get it much worse if I didn’t… and I asked for your phone because if Paul catches him on it, he will get in big trouble, and I don’t want that to happen”

Demi: “Oh…” I said looking down… “I’m sorry I.. was r-rude about it”

Taylor: “it’s okay, you didn’t know… how was he texting you?”

Demi: “He was using Paul’s p-phone, b-because Paul and Denise a-are asleep”

Taylor: “can I see your phone please?” I nodded and looked around. I think I dropped it when Uncle Matthew pulled me over his lap. Alison got it and she walked over and handed it to him. and I unlocked it for him, and I leaned into him and watched as he texted him.

Taylor: “Zachary, it’s Tay. u need to delete these and put his phone back” I frowned. I miss talking to Zac.

Demi: “h-how long is he grounded for?”

Taylor: “I don’t know sissy, but it will be longer if he doesn’t follow the rules” I nodded. I feel like such an emotional wreck right now.

Tay: “are you okay Demi?” she said softly. I nodded.

Demi: “um… I’m sorry for ruining everyone’s night” I said loud enough for everyone to hear.

Alison: “you didn’t ruin anything”

Demi: “I made it awkward…”

Alison: “I enjoyed it” she said giggling.

Tay: “ALISON!”

Alison: “What?! her uncles hot! I wouldn’t mind going over his lap” she said laughing

Matt: “oookay… on that note, I’m going downstairs. See ya” he said quickly leaving the room.

Olivia: “Ew! Alison, you are such a freak!”

Alison: “Well, now I’m the one who made it awkward, not Demi” she said shrugging her shoulders. I rolled my eyes. Alison is so weird, but she does makes me laugh. My phone beeped, and I looked back down at my phone, in Taylor’s hand.

Zac: “but I’m so bored, and I’m not tired”

Taylor: “do I need to come back over and start your punishment over again Zachary?” I know that Taylor will not do that. That was totally an empty threat.

Zac: “:( no sir…”

Taylor: “then do what I said. goodnight”

Zac: “okay. goodnight Taylor. please tell demi that I said goodnight too…” I took my phone from Tay.

Demi: “Goodnight, feel better! And try to come see me soon<3 -Demi”

Zac: “can’t wait to see you again! <3” I smiled. He is so nice to me, he always makes me smile no matter what.

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Drake’s POV:

Seeing the naked girl in my dad’s bed completely freaked me out. I locked myself into my room, and I just laid in my bed staring at my ceiling for hours. I heard my dads alarm for work go off, but they shut it off. and when I heard them having sex, it grossed me the heck out. So, I quickly grabbed my phone and left the apartment, and I started walking. I can’t believe he just replaced my mom that easily…

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Edward’s POV:

Everyone is finally asleep, and right now I’m sitting on the front porch, waiting for Sammy. I can’t believe I got out of the house without waking anybody up, or making the dogs bark. I guess the hard part is going to be sneaking back in there in the morning. I heard Sammy’s loud car from the distance and I smiled and stood up and walked towards the road. He pulled up a few seconds later and he rolled down his window and smiled at me.

Sam: “Hey cutie” I rolled my eyes and walked around the car and got into the passenger seat.

Edward: “I love you” I said giving him a kiss.

Sam: “I love you too… Are you okay? you look sad”

Edward: “I’m okay… lets go.” he nodded, and he drove me over to his house.

Sam: “Are you sure you are okay?”

Edward: “yes”

Sam: “you are lying to me Eddie” he said pulling into his driveway.

Edward: “no I’m not”

Sam: “yes you are” he said parking his car and turning it off.

Edward: “nooo I’m not!” I whined. he rolled his eyes.

Sam: “just tell mee what’s wrong!” he whined back. I sighed. He is cute, but he is so annoying sometimes. We went inside and climbed into his bed and I cuddled as close to him as possible. “Are you going to tell me?” he whispered.

Edward: “I have missed you so much… I’m so glad to be here. I’m not sad... I just feel a little bad for sneaking out”

Sam: “I have missed you too… but I can take you back. I don’t want you to get in trouble”

Edward: “No, I don’t want you to take me back”

Sam: “are you sure?”

Edward: “very sure” I said leaning in for another kiss.

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Taylor’s POV:

Olivia and Alison and Demi were getting tired, because it is getting kind of late. But I don’t want to stop hanging out with Tay, because I don’t get to see her very much. So we went downstairs, and now we are hanging out with uncle matt, and my dad, and baby Bethany, and my momma. It’s been a really good night.

Matt: “I thought Drake was coming over tonight”

Dan: “I must have read Ken’s schedule wrong. He must not have to work tonight after all”

Taylor: “I was hoping he would come over, I need to talk to him… I wish he still lived here” I said tearing up. I really do miss him a lot… I regret ignoring him. I should have talked to him about everything earlier.

Matt: “I wish he lived here still too… I want to see him. can we go get him, and ken?”

Deb: “he is probably asleep now Matthew” Uncle matt pouted.

Matt: “can he come over tomorrow? I don’t want to leave without seeing him”

Dan: “yes, we will make sure you get to see him before you leave on monday” he nodded. And Olivia stormed into the Livingroom, scaring the crap out of me and everybody in the room. like even my dad jumped. She looks pale and tears are running down her face.

Tay: “Olivia! What’s wrong?” and Demi and Alison ran downstairs too... and they looked just as panicked.

Dan: “What happened? what’s going on?” Olivia is shaking and she’s clutching her phone so tight, that her fingers are white. “Honey? What’s wrong?” He said standing up and walking towards her.

Olivia: “it’s d-d... It’s DRAKE!” she yelled, with wide eyes. that definitely got my attention

Dan: “w-what about Drake?” Dad asked nervously…

Taylor: “Olivia?” I questioned… “what’s wrong with him?” I felt myself start to panic… it felt like someone stuck through hand into my gut and started twisting stuff around.

Dan: “Olivia! Please spit it out!” he said also sounding panicked.

Olivia: “he calllled me, and it.. it... he seriously sounded like he was about to kill himself!”

Dan: “what?” he said with wide eyes... we all just froze.

Matt: “I’m calling Ken!” he said fumbling to get his phone out of his pocket.

Taylor: “h-he… what?” I said shocked… I have never felt this afraid in my life… tears instantly ran down my face. where is he? what is going on?? Everything feels like it’s going in slow motion!

Olivia: “He kept saying t-that he should have died where his mom and sister died, and I begged him to tell me where he was, and he wouldn’t answer me, he just told me he loved me and he is sorry and that he wanted me to fi-find someone else who will make me happier, and… then he hung up on me!” she said as fast as she could. “And I t-tried to call, and it just g-goes straight to his voicemail. I’m so scared!” she said breaking down into loud sobs. “he wa-wasn’t home! I could he-hear cars.”

Dan: “oh my god” he said starting to cry… “I don’t know what to do…” I’m still frozen in shock… kill himself? Why would he… he can’t do this to us! Everyone in the room started yelling in a panic, uncle matt is yelling in the phone at Ken about what’s going on. And dads trying to get more information from Olivia, but she doesn’t have any more information. And my mom is on the phone with the police. I blocked everything out and I tried to think about where the heck he could possibly be… He said he should have died where Emily and Selena died… they died in a car crash… he can’t drive, and he doesn’t have a vehicle to take… but here was like an overpass close by, above where it happened… Oh my god… is he going to throw himself off of the overpass? Even more panic shot through my body, so much panic that I couldn’t even hold the scream that came from my mouth, causing everyone to jump. I jumped up, and ignored everyone’s calls for me, and I grabbed the first pair a car keys I could reach, and I took off out of the house as fast as I could. My hands are shaking so bad that I ended up scratching up my dad’s car door, when I tried to put the key in to unlock it. I don’t fucking care though… It seemed like it took me forever to get the car unlocked... I was about to break the fucking window, but it finally unlocked and by that time, everyone was outside, running over to me, but I got in the car, and I took off speeding down the road. I don’t have time for them. I went as fast as I could, and I ran all the lights I came across. I don’t know if Drake is there or not… but wherever he is, I hope he is okay. I’m crying so hard that I am having trouble seeing the road. I feel so helpless… I love Drake so much, he is my little brother… If he is gone… I.. I bit my lip. I can’t even think about that right now.. I took some deep breaths and then I started praying to God, begging him to let me find him, to let him be okay.

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Drake’s POV:

I climbed over the railing of the overpass, my body is pressed up against the railing, and I’m holding on because it’s so windy up here, that it made me almost fall already when I was climbing over... I looked down at my feet and I had to close my eyes, because the heel of my feet are on the edge, but my toes are hanging off, and below, cars are speeding by. I’m afraid of heights, but right now I’m more afraid of how bad this is going to hurt… I hope I die quickly, and it doesn’t hurt too bad for too long… I took a deep breath. I tried desperately to find one reason to stay alive, just one… but I can’t. it’s selfish to stay alive for my family, when I need them, but they don’t need me… I’m worthless, I’m stupid, I’m.. nothing. I’ve been feeling like this for a long time, I tried to ignore it, I tried to put a fake smile on my face, I tried to not feel guilty for being a burden to my family. I told everyone I was fine, I told myself that I would be fine.. but I’m so far from fine.. I’m broken… I tried to just suck it up for my dad, because if he could get through this, then I thought I could… but he has a new girlfriend now, he is moving on with his life, and I think he would be better off without me.. I’m not even his son. He married my mom, and unfortunately for him, I was left in his care. It isn’t fair to him. and it wasn’t fair to the rest of the people who have called me their family. I love them all so much, I don’t want to burden them anymore. I let go of the railing with one of my hands, and I felt super unsteady on my feet.. the wind is making me sway a little. I took a deep shaky breath and I slowly reached up and wiped my tears away with my sleeve. And then I looked down again. nobody is stopping, thankfully. I don’t want anybody to try to stop me. the cars speeding below are intimidating, mostly because I don’t want to hurt anyone, I don’t want to cause an accident, nobody deserves that. So I grabbed onto the railing again, and I slowly moved over, so that I would land on the side of the road instead. I’m scared, but… I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to be here anymore. I think that everyone will probably be sad, because it’s always sad when you hear about someone killing themselves. But I know that they will be happier later, when they don’t have to deal with me anymore. I hope that when I die, I’ll go somewhere good, death is weird, because it’s so unknown, nobody knows what it’s like... or what happens… I believe in God, and I hope that I didn’t disappoint Him too much… I never doubted God, until right now. I hope if he is out there, he lets me see my mom, and my sister again. I probably don’t deserve it though.. I let some more tears fall. I hope death isn’t lonely… or painful. Maybe your mind just ceases to exist? If God and Heaven exist… does hell exist? Will I go there?... what if I kill myself to get away from life, only to experience something much worse?.. I started getting more scared… I can’t think about that right now. nothing can feel as bad as the thoughts in my head feel. I looked up at the sky and I sighed.. “God… I never doubted you before, I-I don’t want t-to doubt y-you now, but I g-guess I’m j-just scared… but.. i-if you are up there, I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry” I said with a shaky voice.. “I don’t kn-know if I can ask this, but… c-can I please see my mom again? and my sister?.... and c-c-can you t-take c-care of my dad, and the Lautner family, and the Jonas family… I don’t want th-them to be sad, I-I wa-want them to m-move on. A-and realize that they a-are better off” I said quietly… the wind rushed by me, and I got the chills when I almost lost my balance again. I never thought I would be standing on an overpass like this, ready to end my life. But I’m not good enough. I’m not good enough for my step dad, he made that clear when he refused to talk to me after they died… he blamed me, and he completely shut me out.. and I bet he wished I would have died instead of them too… Dan tried to tell me all the time that I was good enough, but I never believed him, because I know him not. I hate myself… I hate everything about myself. I’m better off dead. I know this is going to hurt, but I don’t have a choice… I know suicide is a choice, a scary choice… but nothing can make these thoughts stop! I can’t… I can’t do this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore. It doesn’t even feel like a choice anymore, it feels like my only option… I tried to keep telling myself earlier that I needed to just hold on for one more day… I told myself that it’s just a bad day.. But this is more than that… the thoughts are too much, and I don’t live in a house full of people to help distract me from them anymore. Trying to stay alive for one more day just feels pointless. I want the pain to stop, I want the depression to stop.. I want the thoughts to stop. I don’t want to hold on for another day… things haven’t got any better… my life has just gotten worse and worse… what’s the point anymore? There’s not one… I reached up again to wipe more tears, but wind rushed around me, making me almost fall, I gasped and reached for the rail again and I took a few deep breaths. I can do this.. I can.. I don’t have a choice.. I let out a sob. I’m so scared, but... I squeezed my eyes shut… it’ll be fast.. I told myself. And then I let go of the railing, lifting both of my hands away from it, and looking down to the concrete road below me… this is it.. I’m done.

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Taylor’s POV:

When I got to the overpass, Drake came into view and I slammed onto the break of the car, and I quickly jumped out, and ran as fast as I could across the street, I didn’t close the door, I didn’t pull off the road, I just ran. I ran faster than I have ever ran before. I’m too late! He is going to kill himself, and I’m going to see it happen.

Taylor: “DRAKE!!!!” I cried out as he let go of the railing and moved closer to the edge. I’m too late.

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Drake’s POV:

I heard Taylor’s voice, from somewhere behind me… how did he find me?

Taylor: “DRAKE STOP! GET BACK OVER THAT RAILING RIGHT NOW!” He shouted. I could hear some other people at this point... I wind rushed past me again and I grabbed the railing with one hand. but I didn’t look back..

Drake: “STAY AWAY FROM ME!” I yelled.

Taylor: “DRAKE! Do not do this to me! please!” he begged. I could hear the pain in his voice.

Drake: “s-stay away” I said letting go of the rail again.

Taylor: “NO! STOP! DRAKE PLEASE JUST-“

Drake: “just go away Taylor… please”

Taylor: “do you really th-think I w-would ever do that? Please let me help you get back over the railing.” I heard him inch closer and I turned and glared at him. there’s like 20 other people around him, people I’ve never seen before.

Taylor: “talk to me, please?” he begged, his eyes pleading with me... I shook my head no

Drake: “stay away..” I whispered as I inched even closer to the edge, at this point, most of my feet don’t have anything under them, the only thing keeping me from plummeting to my death is the heels of my feet, and I feel really unsteady… I’m hoping the wind just pushes me, so that I don’t have to jump myself.

Taylor: “Okay… Okay! Drake! Stop moving, I’ll stay here! I won’t move!” he cried out… “Please grab onto the railing, let me talk to you! please? I w-won’t move”

Guy: “Listen to him man, you don’t want to do this!” a stranger said.

Drake: “you don’t even know me” I said looking away from them…

Taylor: “B-but I know you… I know you Drake, and I love you, please don’t do this”

Drake: “I’m s-sorry Taylor, I have too”

Taylor: “No! You don’t have too!”

Drake: “YES I DO! LEAVE ME ALONE TAYLOR! GO HOME!”

Taylor: “D-Drake…. P-please stop! If you do this, I’ll jump too”

Drake: “No you won’t”

Taylor: “yes I will Drake! so you b-better let me help you”

Drake: “you have a family Taylor… you w-wouldn’t do that, you are just trying to trick me”

Taylor: “YOU have a family too Drake!” He yelled

Drake: “you have a baby coming.. you won’t” it went silent for a second, and I looked back over to make sure that they were staying away from me. he looks so scared, and I kind of feel bad, but he doesn’t understand, I have to do this. he will be better off without me.

Taylor: “you c-cant do this to me..” he whispered. I heard a bunch of sirens in the distance and I knew that cops were coming. I have to do this right now.

Drake: “I’m sorry Taylor… I love you, Goodbye” a loud sob left his mouth and he shook his head no.

Taylor: “No! No! No! Drake NO! please please” he begged... “I Love you! I love you so much! Your my b-best friend drake! Please don’t do this to me! please? Please don’t take your life drake, y-you aren’t just taking it away from yourself, your taking it away from me, and our family! pl-please don’t do this”

Drake: “you’ll find another best friend” I said as I leaned forward. I shut my eyes and let myself go limp. the only thought in my head was that I hope he forgives me someday.

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#Chapter 189

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Tango Through Thick Air

Based off of one of @theprojectava‘s fanarts for Luro. I literally couldn’t resist.

https://theprojectava.tumblr.com/post/161253925438/luro-sketch-dump-time-3-okay-i-kinda-went-from

Kuro convinces Lance to teach him how to dance- neither expected where it would go from there...

(I’ll be honest its straight stream of thought. Fast paced. and I’m happy with it.Roxanne de Tango is absolutely the ending song)

Admittedly...this was the greatest idea to ever be conceived.

It started weeks ago. With an offhanded comment that just happened to settle in the air a little too long.

“Work on my moves?” Lance read over the datapad that Shiro and Allura had put together, a long and determinedly obtuse list of practice: feint,parry,grapple,dodge,yadda yadda yadda big words from Allura...

While Lance was eyeing up what seemed to be a still growing list, Kuro was sitting cross legged in the floor half paying attention while he fiddled with a colorful puzzle box the green paladin had given him- he had at least two days to solve it or he’d be confined to “practical field testing” with Pidge. That only sounded nice when you excluded the fact it meant a lot of scans and prodding at delicate bits..

“What? Can’t handle it?” Kuro looked up and grinned mischievously, hands still rapidly working around the box’s complicated locking system. Lance’s focused zeroed in on the movement for a minute before he shook himself out of it with a faint tinge to his cheeks and an even larger grin on the clones face.

He scoffed, “Can’t handle it? Bro, my moves are out of this world!” he began a series of sporadic and jerky moves as to showcase his “moves”. Kuro dropped the cube in his lap and laughed, doubling over as Lance began waving his arms in sync.

“Oh yeah!” he swiped at his eye with a clawed hand to feign removing moisture, “Sure got moves babe~” he winked and that tinge became a full flush on Lance’s face.

“Pffft, as if!” Lance crossed his arms indignantly, “Seriously though- I grew up in a dancing family, I guarantee if I wanted to I could sweep my way across this floor in seconds.”

Now, after a few months (and god did kuro actual hate that word..months they had been all together to fight the Galran empire...so long out in no where...too many nights he needed to console Lance…) after a few months, it was obvious to Kuro when his friend was bluffing.

So it was that genuine seriousness, the lack of playful boast in his tone- that made Kuro perk up, all attention now towards the other. “That so?”

Lance hesitated for a second “Well, uh, yeah? I mean maybe not seconds but like...see it’s kind hard to tell but yeah it’s all pretty fast paced and…”

“Show me,” Kuro leant forward hyper-focused now. The words seem to alarm Lance some. “Show me, I wanna see you dance… please?” Kuro smiled genuinely, hoping he would get the chance to see this if it was really something so naturally ingrained in his..friend…kinda best friend? Almost more?? Change of subject.

Lance shifted around on his feet clearly torn about something. He looked down a little lost in thought before sighing and shrugging, “Look. Honestly I would, but I kinda only really know partner dancing? I can’t just DO IT.I have to have someone who can keep up...its weird to just waltz around with thin air…”

Kuro cocked his head to the side,”Partner dancing? How does that even work?”

Lance shrugged again- but there was a slowly growing twinkle in his eyes.

“Waltz, ,Hustle, Swing…” he swayed a little with an imagined melody, “Things like...the cha cha and my Mamma’s favorite the Argentine tango!” he beamed and Kuro felt a warmth fill his chest a little. “Some of them are really fast! My sisters are crazy good at the newer stuff. Isabella was in a national competition for her swing dancing! I was never the best at those, always preferred the Tango and what my dad knew about Waltz.,” he could remember being little and watching his parents wedding video- demanding they teach him how to dance just like that...his dad admitted that it took numerous late nights to perfect it..

Well! I can do it too! I’ll stay up with you papi!

The memories made his heart swell. But they also felt hollow…

“That..what? Argentine Tango- you said that was your mom’s favorite?” Kuro pulled his knees up to rest his chin, watching Lance get lost for a minute before pulling him back. “You learned that for her didn’t you/”

Lance nodded a little bit sheepishly, purposefully avoiding to look at that all too sweet smile aimed at him. “For her birthday, when I was like eight- I taught me and my younger sister- you remember Mari? - I taught us how to do the dance… we set it all up for her in the backyard, string lights, handmade stage, dad and grandpa playing the music Everything. I think we may have become her favorite kids that day..” he laughed and felt his eyes sting a little. That was a really good night. His feet hurt like hell but good...and far away..and maybe he should do that when he gets back? If...no...maybe?

“You should teach me.”

Kuro liked (he’d admit it, loved) how Lance’s face would shift entirely when talking about his Mother. He didn’t like at all how the happy memories would taunt him however, and when he heard that Lance could teach it the idea was to much to pass up. He sprang to his feet and put both hands on Lance’s shoulders, repeating himself, “Teach me how.”

Obviously startled, the younger man blinked owlishly up at him, “What?”

Kuro smiled, once again a very rare smile reserved specifically for all things the color blue- “Well. You’re supposed to work on moves right? And it obviously makes you happy...and god knows I’ve never gotten the chance the learn any dancing...teach me how to do it. Show me those moves little blue.”

Lance floundered for a bit, mind tracking too much at once: warms hand, warm smile, caring, teach??? Smile...tooth..smile! Teach??!

“Uhm..right...yeah? I mean I can but I’m serious buddy it’s hard as hell to teach. Not saying I can’t! Or that you would be terrible at it I mean look at you? Wait- no ignore that...I mean..”

As the face grew redder Kuro grew bolder, he pressed a finger against others lips and shushed him, “Deal then! We can start now even!” he tapped at a red cheek and spun away to prepare himself. Lance was left with half raised hands and eyes as wide as saucers, momentarily short circuit until he snapped back into the moment. “Whoa hang on! I need to set up some kind of music if you’re serious, and I have to teach you everything! This is going to take all day I swear…”

All day, and partially into the night.

Kuro was natural when it came to following a basic direction, he could pose just fine. But actual movement and he would get this funny twisted look on his face and fumbled. Lance thought it was adorable, Kuro thought it was frustrating as hell because well-

Goooood, Lance...he really could move.

Bad enough that Lance had made up his mind about who would assume which role- arguing soundly that he was smaller and more capable of the feminine twist and turns and that Kuro would be better suited to the masculine role as a whole (seriously...LOOK AT HIM), but neither had fully comprehended that in order to actually do this correctly there would be a lot of physical contact.

Which...wasn’t exactly odd between them. In context they were already fond of affectionate touch...but this was a whole new level.

That evening (after Keith had kicked them out of the training room with a glare and “not sure what took you so long and god you’re both gross looking”) Lance made it clear that if he was gonna do this, teach his most treasure dance- they were gonna do it right dammit.

Which was hard as hell to do when saving the universe. And dealing with other paladins and god damn diplomacy and chaos every twenty minutes. When ever they had a chance they would meet up in either the training room or the conveniently highlighted ballroom (someone sneaked that map detail onto Lance’s datapad but he still couldn’t tell who knew)

A month of practice, maybe more due to constant interruptions. Not that they didn’t impede their own work enough with joking around and awkwardly batting around each other. Lance very quickly grew to appreciate the sight of Kuro in a firm stance, thoroughly soaked in sweat and a fierce determination to hold the pose up- and vice versa, Kuro becoming addicted to the sight of Lance twisting around in in sharp but inspiring angles… each new practice and they got a little more flush with each other. The other members definitely noticed, never quite sure where the change was occurring, but promoted it nonetheless.

Especially those nights. When a dream turned for the worst and the adrenaline was too much. Either both would be awake and head in, or one would find the other dancing around the wide and ornate room with a phantom partner.

Kuro learned that Lance actually could Waltz through thin air, and that he could move in the dark with as much grace and precision as he did on the battlefield. Calculated, endeared...born for it.

But he was a fast learner too. Picking up on the complicated moves and adhering them to his memory.

Lance wouldn’t forget the night he found Kuro practicing a particularly complicated step process, the look of complete and total focus that blissfully chased away the nightmares that had plagued him. He wouldn’t forget that the steps seemed design to always include another person...faster, closer…

Too many ideas started and flourished in that room.

After all that time they had it down. Could complete it in one fell swoop that left both breathless and more than a little dizzy. So attuned to each movement that being held so close was becoming natural…

There was a moment of hesitation then, something that suddenly collided into their chests and had them waiting. Casting glances at lips and dilated pupils but neither sure enough to move. Not until Lance smiled and pressed a tender kiss to the apple of Kuro’s cheek, and pulling himself away in a flourish. “Gotta admit, I’m pretty impressed.”

Kuro watched, dismayed, elated? Plotting. “Well...you’re pretty impressive?”

Lance laughed him out of the room that night, plotting and ready for the next time.

His plan came together one night after everyone had gone to bed. He’d been in and out all day gathering things for finishing touches to a two day setup. It’d been a week of stand still between him and Lance and both were so high strung with tension that innocent nicknames gave them goosebumps and the rooms almost caught fire with the looks sent when no one was looking.

“Kitchen?” Lance guessed for the fifth time incorrectly where he was being led to, a hand covering his eyes and another guiding him. He’d been about to sleep when Kuro had come in and claimed he had a surprise for him.

Kuro stifled his laugh, “Nope! You’re just gonna wait to see, so stop guessing” he nudge them forward and opened the door to the ballroom, careful to keep Lance’s vision obscured.

“Ready? Aaand we’re almost there...ok…” he backed away with his hands held up and a wide mirthful grin on his face. Lance looked around rapidly, expecting an obvious answer but finding a dark room and a spotlight on them.

“What?” he spun around and eyed the clone suspiciously, Yellow eyes glowing in the dim light with a wicked gleam. “Well...what did you do?” his smile almost matched the others but it lacked that toothy quality that made Kuro look more predator than man at the moment. That, and the gaze trained on his every move…

Every move, everything Kuro was doing set Lance’s hair on end and gooseflesh across his skin. Never looking away Kuro reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a remote, slow and methodical and driving Lance mad- he either wanted to back away or reach further and he couldn’t make up his mind if either was good.

Then with a press of the button, the room lit up.

Marbled floor was seeped in dark red, the walls glistening in the carnation hue and everything had an otherworldly presence around the edges where the room was still dark. The effect of candles on the edge, and the notes of a familiar melody being poured in from every angle.

Kuro tossed the remote, Lance didn’t look away to see where. Not when they clawed hand reached out towards him slowly.

Fight or flight Lance...this one might eat you alive…

Lance straightened his back, reaching out with a slightly delicate air. Accepting the grasp and being tugged closer into the starting pose.Already he knew this time was different- could feel the weight of it. Kuro was bold,pulling Lance flush against him and securing a breath taking hold on the smaller male. But Lance refused to back down, surging forward into his movements, kicking his feet up and even improvising to see what Kuro would do. The music rolled around them...

Delight flashed across a fanged smile, Kuro rolling with the new moves effortlessly and leading them into an entirely new dance. One that weeped with months of unasked questions and unattended fantasies. Spinning around a blood red room with ferocity.

What should have been a dance became a battle, pushing and pulling each other into new and thrilling spaces.The music picking up pace, their feet already aching to keep up. Caught up in the heat of sharing such close air, Lance’s hair sticking to the side of his face and a noticeable pant to Kuro’s breathing.

“Why?” Lance choose a moment when they were an arms length apart, a moment to breath and ease the constant thrumming of his pulse. He was swept back in and twirled around, Kuro even adding in a pick up that the other didn’t expect and led to Lance being pressed back flush to chest with his arms trapped.

“As a thank you, “ was purred into his ear. Hot breath that made him gasp quietly and spin away as quickly as he could break free. His arm was caught, and he was being led into a smooth glide on one foot.” You let me see this side of you, let me show you what I could be..” the music was rushing into its climax and both hearts were racing along side it.

A flourish of kicks, shimmying and snaking around with limbs. “Lance…” a breathless word that made the mentioned swoon into a tender grasp and a low dip,”You...you’ve changed me ...a lot of me?” Kuro held them there, bent across Lance’s waist and holding him inches above the floor, “You deserve a treat,” he smiled and pulled them up expecting one thing and getting another has Lance hiked his leg up high on Kuro’s waist, tucking his ankle around the other’s back, the position forcing Kuro to secure a hold on his lower back and neck.

“Only because you deserved a chance…” Lance was speaking in barely a whisper, hip to hip with his best friend, a man who he’d fight tooth and nail for.Who he knew would do the same for him…

Kuro brushed his thumb through the damp hair on Lance’s neck, pulling him closer but still keeping a small distance between them…

They both took a moment to catalogue every detail, that dark skin turned into a deep crimson, blown out pupils that soaked in the red light. Heavy breath, a tongue swiping across worry-worn lips…yellow eyes that still held their glow in the heavy lighting. The sweat that threatened to fall across the older man’s temple.

“Lance…” he felt the other’s hand come up to wrap around his flesh bicep, his own clawed hand slightly digging into the meat of his back.

“Kuro?” Lance breathed back, he would sway if not otherwise tangled so completely with Kuro. He pressed his leg tighter against Kuro’s waist, pressing them closer in challenge.

Kuro didn’t back down, a truly feral grin splitting his face.In between the lull of music they’d spoken, and as the crescendo came crashing down he surged forward to capture Lance’s lips against own, gripping onto thick brown locks to hold the paladin firmly against him.

Lance meet him fully, with as much if not more passion. Eyes drawn tight and a hand gripping desperately to the back of Kuro’s neck.

They kissed until the room spun around them, parting with panting breath and chests pressed impossibly close, Kuro having doubled over some to clutch at Lance.They pulled away enough to clear their own heads, that predatory gleam back on Kuro’s face as he watched Lance struggle for breath.

He pulled his hand through the other’s hair, resting it against his cheek and stroking a thumb tenderly over a heavily flushed cheek. Leaning into his dance partners space to rest his forehead on a shivering shoulder, Kuro felt a hand card through is short hair and was pulled into a slower, somehow even more intimate cascade around the room,,,

Admittedly...this was the greatest idea to ever be conceived.

#luro #kuro voltron #lance voltron #voltron #go look at the art though #because im shooketh #im so glad i got this out but it's still in my system oh boy

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