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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 4 years ago

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happy getting hitched day! 1.9k, (sort of) ft. this

Most days of the year, Sam's the optimist.

It doesn't usually fall on Dean to keep the spirits up in times of war anymore. Or worse, loss. And Dean, well, he thinks himself as enough of an in-the-moment kinda guy to not wallow when everything's not going to shit, right friggin' then.

Sam, on the other hand?

Beacon of light when there's a little Hell to raise, harbinger of hope when there's a God to defeat.

And losing his shit entirely when there's an aisle to walk down, leading to the girl of his dreams and the best decision of his life.

"Dean."

Dean fusses around Sam in compact little semicircles fixing his already perfect tux, while his brother panics in a way Dean only remembers from before the kid stopped having to look up at Dean.

But he's looking down at Dean now, wide-eyed and sweaty like the very first time Dean saw him off on a date when he was fourteen — with supple, bullshit eighteen-year-old advice, he bets — and thirty eight year old Sammy is, clear as day, losing his shit.

"Yeah?" Dean channels all the calm he's got into it.

"What if I forget my vows?"

"Well," Dean lifts his eyebrows, and picks up a linen thread from Sam's shoulder that caught his eye. "First of all, would kinda serve you right for writing six pages worth of them."

"Stop being a —"

"Front and back, Sammy. Front and back."

"Dean." Sam glares, more indignant than mad. Dean rolls his eyes, and Sam continues, replacing the look immediately with a troubled one that reflects the dilemma in his voice. "I mean, I've learned them, of course. At least I think I have — I practised twice last night, once this morning — but what's to stop me from fumbling, or forgetting —"

"Your gigantic nerd brain?"

"This is serious." Sam frowns, levelling another look at Dean like he's the one with the stellar proverbial cold feet. "Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean throws back immediately, and pauses in his shuffling around for effect. "Also, no. No, it isn't." And Sam goes to argue with a bitchface already surfacing, but Dean keeps going, sterner, more confident. This is something he's been doing all his life. He can probably talk the kid down from a panic high like this in his sleep. "And you're going to stop being a dumbass, and listen to what I'm saying."

"'M not a dumbass." Sam mutters.

"Yeah, you are." Dean shrugs, completely nonchalant, and Sam laughs in spite of himself, nervous, but a welcome improvement as he waits for Dean to proceed. (Big brother voice never lets Dean down.)

He's still got it.

"Here's what you're going to do. You're going to get out there," Dean continues, smiling now. "You're going to hold Eileen's hand while the minister marries you. And approximately ten to fifty minutes later, when he asks you to, you're going to look into her eyes, and you're going to say your vows. All stupid six pages of them, verbatim, 'cause I know you, and you're going to that's why."

"They're not stupid."

Dean hums in consideration, then smirks. "There's bravery in acceptance. They probably are."

"Cas called them exquisite." Sam crosses his arms, and Dean uses the opportunity to pick up a hair from his sleeve with a disapproving look.

(Dean had offered to give him a haircut seventeen times and gotten turned down, and now Sam was shedding.)

"Yeah, well, he's a walking-talking scrabble board with good manners, what is he supposed to do?" Dean rolls his eyes but instead of the expected response of Sam snarking back at him, bitchfacing him or something, Sam sighs.

The air thickens with something that's probably a bigger deal than having to wing a couple paragraphs of page three of the vows.

Dean watches Sam fidget with the buttons on his cuff.

"How did you know, Dean?" Sam asks, subdued, after a pause. "How did you know that Cas wasn't — that Cas wasn't making a horribly wrong decision."

Dean's almost halfway to making a joke about the other shoe but he stops himself.

Because this?

This, he gets.

This feeling of thinking — knowing — you're not good enough, that you aren't right for the one you love, that you're somehow deceiving everything that your life has stood as proof of, in allowing someone else to bind themselves to you, forever, when you know that everyone who's ever meant something to you has lost, and died, and hurt.

And that is exactly why he also knows what to say.

"Because I trust him, Sammy."

Sam's eyes start glazing over. "I trust her too. I just, I'm just so scared —"

Dean winces at his words.

(That's Sam, but it's Sam in Dean's shoes. It was Dean's job — for better or for worse — to keep him safe. And he's failed, failed repeatedly, and now Sam — well, he's as broken as Dean.)

"I love her too much for anything to go wrong, Dean, and something — no, everything, always goes wrong." Sam grits his teeth, and Dean puts his hand on Sam's shoulder.

Squeezes. "I get it. I swear to you, I do. But I also promise that you might regret the things we've done, and the things that have been done to us, but you're never going to regret this."

Sam nods jerkily, eyes downcast.

"And I get being scared. Hell, I was more scared than you the entire week, dude. But you know how — and why, I pushed through?" Sam looks up again. "Because at the end of all of this, there's something more important than the promises of eternal happiness, and forever, and the Celine Dion lyrics I know you've stuffed in your vows. There's them. The ones we love."

Dean swallows.

"And who love us too, because our fucked up heads be damned, I've seen the way she looks at you, Sammy." Sam's face breaks into a small, wet smile. "So you better believe she does."

"I do." Sam slowly nods, again, eyes brimmed with tears.

(Probably about to start spilling. The only consolation for Dean is that at least his tears don't fall. Means as long as he doesn't mind a blurry view of everything, he might as well ignore their existence like he means it.)

"There, was that so hard?" Dean laughs instead, although it's weak until Sam joins in, surprised, and only then registering the words he just spoke.

"Thank you, Dean."

Is all he says, and anything Dean might've wished to say (or wisecrack) back at him is dismissed immediately because he's being pulled into a full Winchester hug by his door-sized little brother, and all he can do then is hold onto Sam as tight as he's holding him, and hold on.

(Because they made it.

They found free will, they found love, and they found their happy ending.)

Because Sammy's getting married today.

And they don't just get to be okay anymore. They get to be happy.

Sam doesn't pull back from the hug for at least a whole minute, but Dean doesn't mind, because the tears welling up in his eyes are gone when he finally smiles at Dean, earnest. "I'm —" He starts to say, but gets interrupted by Cas walking up to them with a cluster of carnations in his hand, wearing a rich navy blue tux (the same as Dean's) and a wide smile.

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything," Cas beams, knowing exactly what he walked in on, and Sam shakes his head courteously while Dean battles the weirdly overwhelming need to kiss him right there — Cas is almost ridiculously beautiful when he's happy.

(He doesn't, though.

Cause he and Sam may've just had a moment but it's not like that means he'd be any less likely to be a pain in the ass about urgently requiring brain bleach and therapy, if Dean did.)

Cas carries on.

"Actually, Eileen's friend, Cara, brought her flowers and she suggested I should bring some to you."

"A corsage." Dean realizes out loud, beginning to grin at once, while Sam resorts to ducking his head like an overgrown teenage girl on her way to prom. Doesn't mean that Dean absolutely doesn't put on his best chickflick Dad voice (after he's taken over pinning the flowers to Sam's pocket from Cas, cause he was doing it wrong) and pat the corsage when he says, "Get 'er home by ten."

"The dynamics of that are all wrong." Sam points out with a traditional Sam smirk, and yeah, he's okay.

"The dynamics of your face are all wrong."

"Great comeback, yeah." Sam snorts, and Cas smiles. "Points for effort. I think."

"Whatever, you're the one wearing flowers right now."

"Dean, you wore an ascot on our wedding day."

"Ascot trumps flowers!"

"No, it doesn't." Sam bitchfaces, and Dean turns to Cas, and —

"No, it doesn't."

And Sam lets out a victorious "Hah!", and high-fives a (only slightly) confused looking Cas before pulling him into a sasquatch-sized hug as well, while Dean rewards the entire ordeal with a heartfelt eyeroll and absolutely doesn't look on at two of the most important people in his life while he pretends to be bristled about being ganged up against on his special day as Best Man.

Cas and Sam separate sooner than Dean and he did, and just in time for Jack to poke his head out the church door and remind them they're ready.

Then, Cas leaves to get Eileen, with another big smile and a signed Congratulations at Sam, and a fleeting cheek-kiss for Dean.

Then, Sam and Dean get in position behind the door and Sam refixes his tie.

(Then, Dean has to stage-whisper "Jack!" about seven times before the kid realizes he's being cued — the band had just started playing, he makes it a point to try to explain to Dean afterwards — and the great, wooden doors finally swing open to reveal a beautiful white aisle, and dozens of their friends and family smiling from both sides of it.)

And then, Dean finally walks the kid he's raised and the brother he's saved the World with countless times, down the aisle.

(Sam only messes up once in his vows. It's the last verse of Thank You, by Celine Dion.

Rumor has it, it was intentional.

Something about the first time they met.

Dean tells Sam, "You're welcome", the next time he sees him.)

#happy saileen day #dean winchester pov #i just wanted to write a nervous sam before walking down the aisle scene and it turned into an actual fic from dean's point of view so —#saileen wedding #sam winchester being sam winchester #eileen leahy #deancas #background destiel #bluefirecas #userpris #usersila #holmesemrys #tearsofgrace #userstarry #rambleoncas #userdori #oh writing my writing

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deeranger · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions!

@oddsocksandstuff tagged me in this, thank you so much, sweetie! ❤️

1) How many works do you have on AO3? I’ve got 40 so far (of which 25 are SPN fics). There’s more to come!

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 486,667, apparently. That tells me each of my fics has an average wordcount of 12,166.675… Seems about right. I was never any good at keeping things short.

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Uhh… On AO3 I’ve written for Supernatural, Supernatural RPF, X-men (Cherik) and McFassy (James McAvoy/Michael Fassbender). But I’ve written a lot when I was younger that has never made it online, including NCIS, Pirates of the Caribbean, and lots of weird one-shorts starring everyone from Michael J. Fox to Kevin Sorbo from “Hercules: The Legendary Journeys”. 🤨

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? “A Lesson to be Taught” – an SPN Wincest pwp fic where a dominant Dean fucks (and spanks) Sam and they discover that Dean apparently has a daddy!kink. Comes with a photo manipulation too! There be dick.

“Taking Game” – a semi-dark medieval Cherik (Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr from X-men) AU. Basically, Charles is a poacher hunting on king Erik’s land to his great dismay. And so, he’s captured and gets the choice between losing his life or serving the king for a bit… Dubcon and smut ensues. “Only Like This” – a little SPN Wincest dub-con fic about hopelessly pining Dean doping Sam just so he can touch and kiss his oblivious little brother. It’s okay. Sam won’t remember when he comes to. “It’s Only Carnal” – A dark SPN Wincest noncon fic where soulless!Sam needs to blow off some steam. And when it comes to carnal activities his brother isn’t exactly a novice – so why not use Dean’s body to make them both feel good? “Demonized” – a long and dark af SPN noncon fic written in collaboration with the awesome @palishere. Sam is captured by some nasty demons who use him to lure in his brother. At first it seems the demonic scumbags are just really perverted and have a weakness for sexual torture, but they turn out to have ulterior motives…

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not? Yes, always. I think it can be a bit demotivating for a reader to leave a comment and get zero response – and so, they might not bother to comment on the next fic. At least, that’s how I feel personally. And besides, I really want to let readers know that I appreciate them taking the time and effort to actually tell me what they think.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Oufff… Seriously? How can I possibly pick just one when 99.8 percent of my fics are not only dark af but have gut-wrenching ambiguous endings as well? I, err… I’m gonna have to think really hard about this one, hold on… *Insert buzzing cicada sound*… Uhh… Well, I guess it might be… “Play or Pay” – a dark female!reader-insert Wincest fic where demon!Dean has you and Sam trapped somewhere underground. Sam ends up being on the receiving end of the demon’s cruelty when he tries to save you. Using Dean’s body the demon ends up raping Sam while the reader tries to escape to get help... There’s a little twist in the end. Loads of dead dove here, including death (not Dean or Sam). “The Orange Hour” – where undercover inmate!Dean has to rape CO!Sam in order to save both of their lives and get them out of the jail in one piece. It doesn’t go completely as planned. (Comes with an nsfw photo manipulation). “Demonized” – loads of bottom!Sam torture, full of hurt and absolutely no comfort... It’s just… I dunno, I think I and @palishere had a collective meltdown in the noncon and angst department. Sorrynotsorry.

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? Nope, I’ve never in my life written a crossover. Usually, I’m too laser-focused on 1 obsession at a time. I can’t multitask, okay?

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic? Yes, the fandom purity police has visited me on AO3. The usual self-proclaimed know-it-alls vomiting their bullshit all over the comment section about how “problematic” noncon is and how “sick” I must be. I thought about moderating comments for a while, actually – but I just deleted their follow-up comments until they left me alone. 😤

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind? Yes!! Gimme! Usually, I write noncon smut or just good ol’ pwps that feature some sort of dominance. That’s it. That’s my jam. In general, the only smut I don’t write is the cute, fluffy, feel-good, cuddly stuff… My smut’s usually pretty rough and/or some sort of dub/noncon.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes. Someone stole “It’s Only Carnal” and posted it as her own on some Portuguese fanfiction site. She even replied to comments, answered questions and talked about how much she loved writing it, etc… Luckily a sweet mutual on Tumblr let me know about it and I reported her for plagiarism. The stolen fic was taken down shortly after and the account deleted. Goddamn thief. 😡

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes. Honestly, I can’t remember which fic(s). But people have contacted me on AO3 and asked for permission to translate my stuff into Chinese. I have - of course - happily allowed them to. It’s such an awesome compliment to get, I think!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, 2. “Demonized” and the fluffy Ficfacers prompt fic “The Masks We Wear” starring Sam and Dean taking their pranks a step too far. Basically, the brothers get angry with each other and they need to talk it out… No smut in this one, can you believe it?!! But that was kinda the prompt we received. The prompt was literally: “Sam and fluff”. Anyways, both fics are co-written with the lovely @palishere. You can find her AO3 here. 😊

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? Wincest!!! Definitely. Gimme all the brotherfucking, please. No contest. And coming in on second place I guess there’s Samifer – never paired consensually, though. I just love Lucifer messing with Sam’s head and torturing him in all kinds of cruel ways.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Oh, that’s a mean question… I have a noncon WIP where Sam and Dean are in prison. I wrote a whole story outline, gathered my own little dictionary of prison slang, etc… But I never made it past page 10 or something. Sam was supposed to get jumped by a gang of inmates and then Dean was supposed to helplessly watch from the sideline, offering to trade places if they’d just leave his little brother alone… And after that it’s all about a mix of healing and vengeance… But the story has been lying on the shelf for more than a year and I doubt I’ll ever continue it. Oh, wait! I almost forgot – I have a long Cherik WIP sequel to “To Have and to Hold”! Just checked, its wordcount is 18,729! Holy crap…. What a waste, huh? But I honestly don’t think I’ll ever finish it, because I’m not into Cherik anymore. That ship has kinda sunk for me…. So, now I’m hyperfixating on Supernatural, yeah?

16) What are your writing strengths? Description, I think. I just love details and setting the mood. I like to think I’m pretty good at writing in English too even though it isn’t my native language… I wish to be better and expand my vocabulary but I’m doing okay nonetheless.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? Description, I think. Yes, you read correctly. I often describe things TOO much. Sometimes to the extent where the pacing gets so slowed down that I feel like the scene loses its ‘feel’. I don’t know if it’s just in my head, but that’s my major concern about my writing. That and my signature ambiguous endings, lol.

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Love it. It can be difficult to pull off, but if you get it right it can be magical. Just don’t overdo it and make sure that the reader can follow. I don’t think I have any fics online where I do it, but I’m not a complete stranger to it either.

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for? Ack, my poor brain trying to go back to when I was friggin’ 13… You know how many years ago that was?! 25!!! Okay!? *Huffs*…. Anyway, I THINK it might’ve been Keanu Reeves’ character in “Johnny Mnemonic”. Or maybe David James Elliott’s character as Harmon Rabb in the early seasons of “JAG”. I dunno. Either way this question makes me feel really old and I don’t appreciate it. Don’t @ me. 😅

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? That’s probably a tie between “The Orange Hour” and “It’s Only Carnal”. They’ve both got nice pacing and that’s my biggest challenge, I think. Also, I love the whole Morse code thing in “The Orange Hour”. I don’t even know what happened or how I came up with it, but hey, I can surprise myself if I want to, I guess! And of course there’s the smutty noncon and all of the hurt… So, those two fics are my personal faves. 😏

I’ll tag @jackandthesoulmates, @pinkoptics, @palishere, @wrenseroticlibrary, @decadent-prince, @negans-lucille-tblr, @juinae and @impala-dreamer and everyone else who feels like doing it! Feel free to ignore, of course.

#dee answers #fanfiction questions #personal

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randomoranges · 4 years ago

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so this is the 3rd lyric from the song, but i’m trying to keep up with the fic-thing-whatever and ill get to the other parts later. the momentum is going and im trying to match it and such

lamao this reminds me of 2010 and when i wrote a chapter of a fic to match all of canadas medals. good times. that was - hard and a rush

also i made this into snippets of moments in the same day. to - make it shorter. even though it turned into an 8 page tiny monster lamao.

ANYWAYS

DO YOU LIKE SPORTS. DO YOU LIKE FEELS. DO YOU LIKE NEUROTIC SPORTS SUPERSTITIONS

well, you will be served

Rouge comme le sang qui nous coule à travers

July 5th 2021

When Edward woke up that morning, he expected to find Étienne curled up by his side and to splurge and indulge in some good morning cuddles. Instead, the spot besides him was empty and cold. He sighed to himself and after waiting for a bit, in case his boyfriend made a reappearance, he shuffled his way to the kitchen, where he might find him.

Truth to form, Étienne was there, already more or less dressed, drinking what couldn’t possibly be his first cup of coffee in the morning out of one of many Habs cups Edward had spotted in the last twenty or so hours.

“Morning!” Étienne sounded a tad too cheerful, but Edward ignored it and made his way to his boyfriend where he could properly snuggle and feel that blessed beard against his skin for a moment. Thankfully, Étienne was never one to deny any sort of physical touch and wrapped his arms around him, before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

There was a reason as to why Edward had chosen this particular time to visit. For starters, he absolutely did not want to miss out on the beard and with the playoffs wrapping up shortly, he knew that his time was counted. On top of that, Edward knew how the people of Montréal took to the Habs losing this far into the playoff run and the down Étienne would feel if that happened.

It wasn’t that Étienne’s mood solely depended and fluctuated because of the hockey, but with so many people being emotionally vested in the team, their winning or losing would ultimately have an impact on Étienne. Now if they won, well, Edward wanted to live vicariously through it. Plus, there was something quite wonderful in an Étienne who was that jubilant and ecstatic. However, if the Habs lost, Edward wanted to be there for emotional support and also to make sure that the slump wouldn’t eventually tie in with one of Étienne’s own spectacular, unrelated to hockey, depressive episodes.

“Plans for the day?” He asked, perfectly comfortable in the crook of Étienne’s neck.

“Well, funny you should ask,” Étienne started and Edward had visions of intense biking up the mountain in the oppressive humidity or something as ridiculously insane, “I – have an errand to run, but I don’t want to impose on you.” For some reason, Étienne sounded a little nervous about this errand and Edward didn’t understand why.

“So? Go run your errand. I can come with you if you need help.” So long as it didn’t involve standing in the scorching heat, he was fine.

“No, no it’s fine! I appreciate you wanting to help – but, I don’t want to bother you, really.”

Edward stepped back and took a good look at his boyfriend’s face. Something was up.

It took him a moment, but then it clicked.

It had to be one of his ridiculous pre-game rituals he had completely forgotten about. He almost groaned. Étienne was anal about his rituals to bring the Habs good luck. Downright neurotic, really and Edward had been victim to many séances of Étienne doing the most ridiculous of things that he swore would help his team win. (To be honest, Edward did wonder, deep down, if maybe Étienne wasn’t on to something, considering the fact that the Habs had won 24 cups in their history, but he wasn’t about to say any of that out loud.)

“Do I want to know what crazy task you’re going to do?” He asked.

Étienne gave him another nervous smile and tugged on his beard, “It’s not that crazy, really...” He murmured and Edward feared for the worst.

“What is it this time? Putting your left sock on before you’re right one? Talking to your posters? Building a puck pyramid? Prepare a specific meal?”

“Please, that was last night and this morning. I need to go to the Oratory.”

Edward’s face blanched. Of course Étienne would go to the Oratory. He had forgotten all about it.

“You’re kidding.”

Étienne scoffed, “I am not kidding, Édouard. This is very serious. I need to make my pilgrimage to the Oratory, climb the steps on my knees and then light up a candle for the Habs’ victory tonight.”

Edward remained silent. He knew better than to argue or say anything about it. Étienne took his rituals very seriously.

“My issue is that you flew all the way to spend time with me and I don’t want you to think I’m just abandoning you.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Edward said with a chuckle, as he finally decided to grab a mug that didn’t have a Habs banner, a players number or Youppi’s face on it, and poured himself some coffee, “You go do whatever it is you need to do and I’ll acquaint myself with your glorious pool.”

“Are you sure?” Étienne twirled the hem of his shirt around his thumb and followed after Edward when he headed for the table.

“More than sure. I don’t want to be held responsible for your team losing if you don’t complete your set of rituals. Plus, I’ll be fine here and I can spend more time with Mercury.”

“Sure?” Étienne asked again.

“Yes. I promise.” It wasn’t as if Étienne would be out for the entire day anyways.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best!” Étienne was careful not to topple the coffee out of his hands, but still wrapped Edward in a tight hug.

In all honesty, Edward was a little overwhelmed to be sitting in the Bell Centre. There were so many people and so many lights that it was quite dizzying. After over a year of leading a quiet life at home, this felt like too much too soon, but at the same time, the energy was electrifying.

“Can you believe that the last time I was here for a final, you were also here?” Étienne said excitedly as they settled into their seats. It was crazy to think that Étienne looked tame in comparison to some other fans in the arena, even if he was wearing one of his many Habs jerseys, his Habs pants, his Habs shoes and most likely other articles of clothing he couldn’t see.

“Really?” Edward thought about it for a moment, “Shit, you’re right – so does that make me a lucky charm?” He joked, “Do you need to rub my head for good luck?” He laughed, but then when he saw the serious look on his boyfriend’s face he stopped. Étienne looked at him and seemed to be debating this for a moment. He had definitely shot himself in the foot with that idea.

“Better off not taking any chances,” Étienne said as he rubbed Edward’s head for good measure, much to Edward’s chagrin.

“Are you happy now?” He asked, when Étienne was done.

“Maybe. I would’ve been happier if you would have let me dress you for the occasion. You’ve got to be the only person here who’s not wearing something Habs on them.” He pouted.

Étienne had offered to lend him anything from a tank top to a signed jersey, with everything in between, but Edward had refused. For as much as he enjoyed being at the arena, there were still team loyalties he had to respect and that would be going too far.

“No I’m not, look, there’s a few people wearing Tampa jerseys.” He pointed out.

Étienne didn’t seem to think he was very funny, “That’s not the point, Édouard!”

“Fine, but look, I wore a white shirt – this is as far as I’ll go.” It was a neutral colour and – well, both of their teams had white somewhere in their jerseys.

“Tampa is playing in white.”

There was no winning this one.

“My jeans are blue and my blood is red?” He tried and he only got a death glare in response.

The one thing Edward had always loved about watching a game with Étienne, regardless of whether it was a season or playoff game, was that Étienne knew a lot about hockey – more precisely the Habs and he loved to share his knowledge – especially when he was stressed. (Not that Étienne ever admitted to being stressed about a game.) It was endearing the way he would blabber on and all Edward had to do was listen.

“This has been such a crazy playoff run,” He started, “Like – no one expected them to come this far and it’s been such a boost to the morale of the city. For as much as hockey has its issues, it also brings people together, and I wish there was more of that. Walking around the city these past few weeks has been something else. You meet people and hear their stories – about how they got into the game – where they’re coming from, who they’re here with. It’s beautiful. Kids who are living their first real playoff run. Older people who remember 93, 86 and the runs in the 60s and 70s. It’s been surreal! I’m just – I love these people – my people and the way they’ve just run with this as well. Hoisting orange cones as Cups and living the magic.”

“I know it might end tonight, but whatever happens – it’s been such a great run. I mean, obviously, it would be really great not to get swept. That would just – no. Do you know that the last time the Habs were swept in the final was in 1952? I don’t think the people would be able to handle that. You don’t make it to the final to get swept. Tampa can go and win at home, but to be swept?! No thanks.”

Edward knew all too well about being swept. At least the Habs had – avenged the Oilers. He supposed.

“And, also, on that note, do you know that the Habs only ever lost the cup once at home?”

“Did they now?” Out of their twenty-four that was quite the feat, really.

“Yes! And you’ll never believe what team did it!”

For some reason, Edward felt like he did know, yet the answer escaped him at the moment.

“The friggin Flames! I had to sit and watch Calvin’s stupid face light up like a goddamned Christmas tree when they won. I never thought I was going to live that one down!”

Now he remembered.

To be honest, he’d tried to forget.

It had been the most awkward of times, really.

For starters, Étienne had invited him to come watch the game with him. He’d agreed. If it meant spending more time with Étienne, he would’ve gone anywhere. Had gone to many places.

He’d just – forgotten one minor detail.

Calvin.

This was the second time, really, that the Habs and the Flames had met for the final. The first time had been awkward as well. In its own way. It wasn’t even with the fact that he was – involved with Étienne and Calvin was his friend and could not know about his involvement with Étienne.

It had – more to do with the fact that – the Flames had – impeded Gretzky and the Oilers from getting their third cup. He’d been – resentful to say the least.

Yet, Étienne had hesitated going out to Calgary to see them team, but then Calvin had asked him to convince Étienne to go. As a power move? To show off? He’d never bothered finding out. But, Edward had spun the idea to Étienne, telling him that wouldn’t it be nice to see the Habs extinguish the insufferable Flames at home?

Étienne had agreed.

They’d gone.

The Habs had won.

And Calvin – hadn’t even really cared.

His victory had been in beating the Oilers.

The bastard.

1989, however...

Shortly after Étienne had invited him, Calvin had reached out, saying that wouldn’t it be nice to go out and watch the game in Montreal. He had seats with the execs in their special section and they could make a whole trip out of it! Heck, the Flames might even win the cup! And – wouldn’t that be something! The Cup back in Alberta!

It had been very hard for Edward to tell Calvin that he already had Other Plans. Yet, without missing a beat, Calvin had told him that he should totally tell Étienne to come watch with them and that Edward didn’t need to worry about lodging, as they could share the hotel suite together.

He forgot exactly what he’d ended up telling both Calvin and Étienne, but somehow or other, the three of them had found themselves sitting in Calvin’s section, while Étienne had grumbled all along about having better seats than whatever this garbage was.

It only went from bad to worse as the Flames won and Calvin all but gloated, while Étienne threatened to set the city on fire. It wasn’t that Étienne had accused him of throwing him off, but Étienne had reminded him, more than once, that clearly, because he hadn’t been able to sit at his usual seat, the Habs had lost.

(Again, Étienne was anal about his superstitions and rituals.)

“Well, here’s hoping they don’t lose at home and get swept. Good vibes only,” Edward told his boyfriend before Étienne could get in a tizzy.

“Yes, you’re right. Anyways, it’s sort of thanks to the before last game against the Oilers we’re here anyways. Habs needed one point to assure their spot and that tie brought them to the playoffs, even if they lost in overtime. It made sure the Flames couldn’t sneak in, so, thanks? I guess?”

Edward chuckled remembering that particular video call.

“See, I told you, good luck charm.”

For good measure, Étienne rubbed his head again.

It was hard not to get wrapped up in the game, regardless of who was playing, even if it wasn’t his team. This was a playoff final game and both teams were trying their best to win. Even though the first ten minutes or so made it seem as though Tampa was going to finish this off without mercy, the Habs, somehow, managed to take the lead twice. Étienne kept on saying that some of the ghosts had clearly finally arrived and that some miracle had been cast on them by the three legends watching from the box.

Regardless of what it was that had brought the score to 2-2 with few minutes left, Étienne was clutching his arm like a lifeline and Edward was convinced there would be marks there when his boyfriend would let go.

“Please, please, please, please, PLEASE,” He chanted as the puck went one way and then the other. He clutched Edward’s arm even tighter whenever Tampa got close to scoring and whenever the Habs missed a shot.

It finally seemed as though the Cinderella run would come to the end with that last double penalty, which continued in over-time, yet somehow or other, the Habs managed to kill it and then, by another miracle, or maybe a clever game of pass-the-puck, managed to score in over-time.

Considering the fact that there were only three-thousand-five-hundred people in the Bell Centre, the resulting collective scream made it feel as though the place was packed to the brims.

Edward got swept up in the momentum of it all and found himself standing with all the other Habs fanatics, yelling and screaming.

When he turned to look at Étienne, his boyfriend looked jubilant and ecstatic. It was such a good look on him and it made Edward’s insides warm at the sight. Étienne deserved to feel this happy all the time, really. If there were a few tears at the corner of Étienne’s eyes, it only made him look lovelier and Edward did his best to school his face in the most platonic of smiles.

“They live!” Étienne yelled over the continued shouting, “They did it!” He said, even giddier as he kept on jumping up and down, waving his playoff flag with all the other people in the Bell Centre.

It was magical, really – living a playoff run like this one. He was glad he could be part of it – somehow, even if it was only for the last stretch of it.

“You know, no matter what happens next, I’m at peace. They fought and they’ve kept fighting from day one and – of course I want them to win. God, I want it so bad, but I’m just – really glad they brought it to game 5. And – I like to believe that – that they’ll be back. For game six. I’m just – I’m happy.” Étienne said, voice thick with emotions as they finally managed to step out of the Bell Centre. Some of the earlier euphoria and adrenaline had tempered down and Étienne was a little calmer by now.

“If any team can do it at this point, it’s certainly yours.”

Étienne beamed at him as they walked down the street, away from the crowds still chanting and yelling and celebrating, off the beaten path for a longer way home, if only for some fresh air and a quieter moment to re-center themselves.

“Yeah – you’re right,” He trailed off with a small smile. Étienne made to grab his hand, but knowing that there were still so many people out, he let their fingers brush against each other instead. “Everyone’s so happy – so proud of the city... I hope the feeling lasts.”

Edward made a quick grab for his hand and gave it a squeeze, before letting go. He wanted to tell him that the hockey didn’t matter. That this city was more than just a glorious hockey history. That he was proud of him. Of what he’d done. Everything he’d worked for outside of hockey. For himself. For the city as well. And that he had more worth than he realised. To him. To others. But – that was a talk for later. Right now, it was time to enjoy the moment – bask in it. Celebrate the victory.

“Let’s go home, yeah? I want to celebrate with you.”

Edward nodded and kept step with him as they made their way back to Étienne’s place, where once safely behind closed doors, they could properly celebrate together.

FIN

#pc: montreal #pc: edmonton #edward murphy #étienne maisonneuve #projocanondoko #fic #shoutout to allbeendonebefore for giving me intel on how 86 and 89 woulda played out lamao #the things u realise yrs later once u have a stronger timeline ha ha ha ha

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lifblogs · 4 years ago

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Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Title: What A Fucking Mess Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 1965 Summary: Five gets hurt and he decides to be difficult as his siblings try to help him. And oh, yeah, the world’s ending. Again.

oOoOo

Five couldn’t believe his fucking luck. He couldn’t believe how significantly screwed he was, and how everything fell to shit without him running the show for ten — fucking — seconds.

He’d broken a rib. Or two. (He wasn’t really in the mood to count.)

How had it happened?

Some jackass had pushed him out a window. He was bruised, banged up, bloodied; but the ribs, the fucking ribs were the big problem here. He was lying on the pavement in an alley, trying to breathe through the pain, looking up at the bright blue sky and white clouds that seemed to mock him. He wanted to crush them in his fists.

The window guy was gone, but probably not for long. Yet another asshole from the Commission.

I told you this would happen, he berated himself.

But of course… “I didn’t listen.”

The words came out along with wheezing gasps of pain.

He tried to sit up, but that absolutely refused to work. Five had collapsed back down, head banging against the cement. Great, another injury to add to this whole debacle.

“You try to stop the apocalypse…” he muttered.

Five knew what he had to do, and hated doing it, but he rolled onto his uninjured side, biting his lip to hold in a scream. Skin split, blood spilled. And it took all his willpower to not bang his fist on the ground.

His family was in shambles, the world was ending, the Commission was full of a bunch of assholes that needed to know when enough was enough, and god, he was in so much fucking pain.

“Guess the world just wants to end,” he went on, heaving himself up, using his arms as much as possible. Unable to use all his strength, he shuddered.

Oh, quit it, he told himself.

Yeah, like that’ll work.

Five picked himself up off the ground and headed for the abandoned diner he and his siblings were holed up in. Oh, and just perfect. Night was falling.

Five could use that to his advantage. That Commission ass-wipe could still be after him and Five could lose them now that it was growing dark. They could also use it to sneak up on him.

Five gave a darkly amused smile. Ha, they’d have to keep up first.

With no one around, he jumped. And then he ended up twenty feet away, and now he was jumping again, farther, and farther each time. He wanted to run, wanted to do something, but the pain was too much.

Vision going black, just as he was too exhausted to jump, he collapsed outside the diner, and thought he heard his family rushing out to him.

About fucking time.

oOoOo

Five didn’t care what was going on. His right lung wasn’t getting enough air, and it was about damn time someone paid for that.

So he punched the first person he could even before he opened his eyes.

And then when he did open his eyes, he saw Luther collapsing back from him, and the others had jumped away. His sweater vest was off, and his tie and shirt were hanging open. Glaring, doing his best to hide the agony he was in, he violently pulled his shirt closed.

“Touch me again and I’ll staple your tongue to the roof of your mouth,” he shot at Luther.

And then he got off the counter they’d placed him on, shoved stools aside, and nearly fell, stumbling on the tiled floor. Klaus came forward, and Five grabbed onto his fur-lined coat to hold himself up. It pulled Klaus down, and his brother started complaining.

“Hey, this is my best coat! Five! Ow, ow, ow!”

“Baby,” Five muttered, shoving him away once he came to himself… well, as much as he could. Black spots still swirled in his vision, and everything seemed to be tilting. Was it just his imagination or was his right lung going to pop?

“Hey, I was just trying to help,” Luther said.

“Help this.”

Five flipped him off, and everyone groaned, and he heard smatterings of “Of course.”

“Five, what the hell happened?” Diego.

“Oh, wouldn’t Knife Boy like to know?”

Diego put his hands on his shoulders and started pushing Five back to the counter. Five wanted to fight, but realized it wasn’t in him.

“Yeah, he does.”

“Just let us help you,” Allison said.

“Or what,” he snapped, even as he accepted Diego’s help and leaned against the counter, right arm tucked against his side to protect his ribs, “you gonna rumor me?”

“You know I could.”

Five tilted his head in acceptance of this and gave her just the smallest hint of a smile.

Things were shit. Things were always shit, but Allison had a good head on her shoulders.

Vanya finally approached from the other side of the room, and his once-raging breaths calmed as he laid eyes on her. All the urge to fight and ridicule left him, and she said calmly, a request, “Just lie down. We have to check he damage.”

“Two broken ribs,” he told her matter-of-factly. “And I was pushed out a two-story window.” He used his power to make it so he was sitting on the counter, his family only looking slightly shocked from his change of position on the physical plane. Good, so they did have more than two brain cells to rub together, but he wasn’t sure three brain cells a piece was going to cut it. “Think I didn’t break my neck ‘cause I jumped. Changed the fall by enough feet to save me.”

“Who did it?” Diego demanded.

Klaus gave a nervous giggle, and then said, hands spread wide, “You want to know who did it? Who cares! If there’s someone after us, trying to kill a—a kid—”

“Not a kid,” Five argued.

“—we have to get out of here! We’re all in danger.”

“Fine, then leave, Ghostbusters.”

It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but it really was, as Klaus started to sing the Ghostbusters theme, swirling around, flowery skirt flowing about his legs. Five resisted rolling his eyes at his brother’s fashion taste. With a coat like that he would’ve picked a solid a-line to—

Five stopped his train of thought. In what fucking world did that matter?

Certainly not this one that was meant for doomsday.

Luther and Diego approached, looking like they wanted to push him back so they could “tend to him.” Yeah, like two monkeys trying to peel a banana while missing their thumbs.

He shot his gaze at the two of them, saying, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Oh, you want to try me?” Five challenged Luther.

He jumped so that he was behind his massive ape of a brother and then kicked him right in the knees, hard, sending him collapsing. Five was back on the counter, grinning even before Luther finished falling.

“Now shut up, and listen up,” he told his family. “There are people that don’t want us to save this shithole we call Earth. I say we find the son of a bitch they work for and take ‘em out.”

Diego nodded, already having taken out a knife from god knew where and fingering it.

“Now you’re talking.”

Five held out a hand, watching as his siblings helped Luther up, and then actually began to listen to him.

At least their ears worked. As for what was in between them? Questionable.

“Slow down there, B movie Batman. Look, the Commission has a Board of Directors that stays hidden, off the grid, underground, in all places, and at all. Times. Maybe the Handler’s working with them—”

Klaus raised his hand. “Who’s the Handler?”

“My boss, dumbshit. And maybe she’s not. But I know she’s part of it, and lucky for you assholes, I know where she’ll be in fifty-six minutes.”

“Fifty-six minutes!” Luther and Allison exclaimed.

“What, so we’re going to find her, and—and what?” Vanya asked.

Five jumped into the kitchen, and came back out with a pancake he’d rolled up. He took a massive bite of it as he jumped back, and then looked around for the coffee machine. Pain was temporary. The way the world swayed around him was temporary.

The apocalypse was forever.

Either he licked his wounds like a thirteen-year old who didn’t know what was going on, or he acted like the fifty-eight-year old assassin he was. And he was the best.

“Typically I like to kill people who have me pushed out windows,” Five answered as the coffee machine started brewing.

“We can’t just kill someone,” Allison argued.

“Oh yeah? And you haven’t?”

Allison didn’t argue, and seemed to notice the lack of an insulting nickname. Her face turned into a disapproving glare, but she stayed quiet.

“So, Diego, I’ll need your knives, Klaus, your coat, and uh… Vanya, one of the buttons on your shirt.”

“Excuse me?” all his siblings echoed at the same time.

But Five ignored them, continuing to eat his pancake, and watching the coffee, as his plan came to mind.

Of course, he told himself, this version of her thinks we’re chums, pals, two of the four friggin’ Horsemen.

That just means she won’t see it coming.

Don’t be ridiculous. The Handler prepares for everything. If a stampede of rhinos started trampling through the city she wouldn’t even be the least bit shocked.

Five finished up his pancake, and turned to the rest of them, hands in his pockets. “I have a plan.”

“Care to fill us in?” Vanya asked.

Five smiled, took the entire coffee pot, and began to walk around the counter.

“No.”

Arguments filled the air, and he shouted, “Every time I try to fill you in on something, you all screw it up! You want to do that again? Enough screw ups, and bang, that’s it. No more world, no more life. No more delicious black coffee I’d sell one of your right hands for.” As a joke, he added to Luther. “You don’t need yours, do you?”

His brother drew back on pure instinct.

Not caring if the steaming coffee was too hot, Five started to chug. And oh god, it was good. But the fog weighing him down, clouding the reality around him, wasn’t leaving. If coffee couldn’t help him, then this injury was worse than he thought.

Five finished the pot, tossed it aside, some coffee dripping off his chin, smiling maniacally to hide the pain from his family, and slammed back against the wall by the glass double-doors. But he couldn’t keep it up, and he started sliding down to the floor, his chest rising and falling while agonizing soreness pounded through his body. Frowning, the world spun, and next thing Five knew, Diego was in front of him, a hand gently against his injured ribs.

“Five, we’re your family. And you’re hurt. Let us help.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to come along and throw your pretty little knives at people.”

Diego tilted his head. “Yeah, maybe that’s true. But my dumbshit little brother—”

“Older,” Five argued.

“—got himself pretty banged up, and I can’t let him go into a fight like that.”

“Fine, V for Vendetta. I’ll let you all play doctor.”

Klaus sighed in relief. “Oh, thank god, because I do not want another one of my siblings to haunt me as a ghost, and you’d be worse than Ben, no doubt about it. Shut up, Ben! Ha, ha, ha, no you shut up! Oh, I’m childish? I’m childish?! Who’s the one who—?”

Five lost track of the apparent argument with their dead sibling, and he let himself drift off as Diego helped him up and over to the counter.

They were a mess. All of them.

But they were Five’s mess.

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years ago

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Out of My League (Midoriya Izuku X Reader X Bakugou Katsuki) PART 2

PART 2 to: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/189171035414/out-of-my-league-midoriya-izuku-x-reader-x

Classes are almost over ya’ll~! AH! I can’t friggin’ wait!! Ah I forgot to mention that the reader her, a.k.a you and us are a BIT on the chubby side here.

Summary: You make the ultimate decision to go shopping with all of your classmates.

'Cause she's so high High above me She's so lovely She's so high Like Cleopatra Joan of Arc or Aphrodite...

‘She’s So High’- Tal Bachman

SECONDS AGO…

“(Y-Y/N)? Are you… okay?” He asked you as Uraraka, Iida and a few other classmates looked at you and you realized that you called him a little louder than you intended to.

“I uh…”

Oh God you were stuttering again, and it never ceased to amuse Bakugo. You were SUCH a dork it was almost endearing. “Uhhh… ummm… uhhhh… oh fuck it… Izuku I need to talk to you about something school-related…” You ignored the looks you were getting and the rather surprised look from Izuku and didn’t notice the shock on Bakugo’s face.

What did you need to talk to DEKU for? It was SO not school-related…

NOW…

“Oh! S-Sure of course…” But Izuku didn’t turn you down, he always came to you if you needed something, so he politely told his friends he’d be back as you gestured him to follow you out of the classroom. He couldn’t lie though; he was nervous and hoping that it wasn’t anything bad or alarming…

“Y-You wanted to talk to me (Y/N)?” He asked you politely as you nodded and sighed heavily, no stuttering, just tell him. “Uh… I-I uh…” Yet there you were, hearing only your heart from your chest as your face turned hot.

“U-Uhhh…”

STOP STUTTERING!

“Izuku will you go to the dance with me…?” You mumbled EXTREMELY quietly, and of course Izuku couldn’t hear you, he didn’t have super senses after all.

“I’m sorry?”

Dammit…

“Izuku will you go to the dance with me…?!” You raised your voice a tad bit, loud enough for him to hear at least as you closed your eyes, no way you couldn’t bear to see another guy reject you again. Except you just didn’t see how RED his face turned, and how fast it did as you heard him gasp out loud in absolute shock…

“H-H-H-Huh?! W-Wha…?! M-M-Me…?!” He was a stuttering mess, worse than you in fact as he was absolutely flabbergasted and you quickly opened your eyes to see. Oh my God the poor thing, you were almost worried that your question was going to sink in and kill him like cobra venom.

“A-Are you…? W-What uh…? I-I uh… d-did… a-are y-y-you you…?”

Poor Izuku lost the ability to form sentences, hell he could barely even speak at this point and you were both concerned and charmed by how endearingly befuddled he was. But despite how flustered he was, Izuku ALMOST looked a bit skeptical and even looked over his shoulder and every other direction to see if you were talking to someone else. But no… there was no one else, then again, who else’s name was Izuku?

“M-M-Me…?”

He pointed a very shaky finger at himself, wondering if you were really talking to him, him! Him?! Could you even see him? Were you just a figment of his imagination? There’s no way… he didn’t get asked out to dances! Let alone dates!

And there’s no way someone as cool as you would ever ask out a loser like him. One For All or not, you were still out of his league.

You couldn’t help but smile and giggle a bit, oh my God he really was cuter than an otter in a swimming pool.

“Yeah you.”

This felt just like 16 Candles and that was a classic movie in your mind, and then the more you thought about it, and the more you saw those hopeful, lovely green eyes of his, the more you realized that you wanted to have that 16 Candles kind of thing with Izuku.

He was always there for you, even when you were at your lowest and couldn’t even repay the favor. This time you would do that and go out with him and take him to that dance. If anything, he deserved to be at that dance more than anyone else did because he was the nicest guy you’ve ever met. “M-Me…? Y-You… y-you’re asking me… o-out t-to the… d-dance…?” Izuku was still in disbelief, but slowly starting to believe it because you wouldn’t deceive him like that.

Although he remembered the last time there was a school dance, he thought for a moment that you were going to maybe ask him out. But he was a little boy back then with big dreams, he was grown up now and thought more realistically. Except the big dreams of that little boy was… coming true? Like every other big dream he’s had has slowly been coming true.

Now his best girl-friend was asking him out to the dance.

“Yes! Yes I want to ask you out to the dance dork, that’s why I’m asking, I want to go with you to the dance, so… do you wanna go…? Or…” You resisted the urge to laugh as Izuku blushed even darker, and without even thinking he exclaimed, almost emotionally, “YES I DO!”

The one time he didn’t really have much of a filter, he just said ‘yes’. Because back then he hoped you would ask him out, and one year later it was actually happening. He wanted to go to the dance with you.

Your (E/C) eyes widened and you somewhat loudly gasped. Then reality came crashing down on you as you grinned widely, excitedly but nervously. You were going to the dance with someone…

“G-Guh-Guh-Great! I-I uh… that is awesome…! I am uh… we’re going to the dance~…!” Shaking your fists excitedly you forced that smile to stay on as Izuku looked just as, if not MORE nervous than you as his smile was equally wide, nervous and forced when it dawned on him…

He really had someone to go to the dance with…

“Hee-hee okey dokey! Wow…! That went better than I thought…! S-So uh…”

“Uhh….”

Oh God now neither of you could even talk to each other without stuttering like dorks, but you didn’t want to make this whole thing weird so you started talking again. Somehow…

“It’s in 2 days… so I uh… I will get ready until then… I guess I will… like meet up with you…?” You wondered outloud since this was completely new to you. You could cite everything from Game of Thrones and other things you loved, but you didn’t know the first thing about how dances and dates worked.

“O-Oh, yeah…! I-I will too…! I can… I uh will… be there at the dorms, a-and wait for you…” He knew almost everything about heroes, but absolute zero on what to do for dates or being asked out to a dance. Movies didn’t count, but dammit it was all he could remember whenever he watched those embarrassingly sweet romcoms with his mom.

The guy waits for the girl and then he takes her to the dancefloor? Is that how it worked? He would stick with that…

“Awesome! Hehe… well uh… I look forward to it Izuku…” You were still nervous, but genuinely excited as you meant what you said and you were glad that Izuku’s nerves softened a little bit and he seemed really happy. “M-Me too (Y/N)… I… I can’t wait…” He was excited, extremely excited but also… extremely nervous once the two of you went back into class and to your seats, with the heavy blush on both your cheeks which made nearly anyone who was paying attention, curious.

Hagakure knew though, judging by how shy and flustered you and Izuku looked she had to suppress a squeal and quietly fawn all over you both. You did it! You asked him out!!

You asked him out…

He was asked out…

Now you and Izuku were both freaking out. Oh my God he was going to need to wear his best suit and tie, maybe brush his hair and make sure he had good breath, and he couldn’t screw up the actual dancing. Oh my God what if he steps on your foot? What if he goes to the dance and later any cologne or deodorant he has wears off? What if his breath ends up smelling? What if he trips and makes a huge fool of himself and then worse, embarrass you?

Izuku wondered as he mumbled to himself anxiously much to the great concern of his friends Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki and Aoyama. “Um… Deku…” Uraraka wanted to ask what was up, especially since he looked so frantic, but the boy was lost in his own world.

And you were too as Hagakure saw how nervous you looked. Oh My God you needed to get a nice dress, and ugh you were NOT going to like getting heeled shoes but you needed to look your best. You had to shave your pits and legs, wash your hair and brush it for a change, wear deodorant and perfume and have a ton of gum for your breath. You needed to just do everything to look good and smell good. Especially smell good because hygiene was NOT exactly your strongest suit.

Yes. You were a girl and you didn’t have the greatest hygiene.

And yet that was the worst part because you actually asked a boy out to the dance and now you realized that you had a lot of work to do to make this dance a memorable one.

However…

That was Bakugo’s biggest concern and his biggest doubt. He didn’t know what the hell you talked to Deku about, but he was going to find out. He didn’t like how flushed you and him looked, but he wanted to assume and believe that one of you said something stupid and you and he got flustered since you were both giant dorks.

Still he was glaring at you, and then at Deku. He refused to even consider that maybe you or he must have talked to each other about the dance everyone was talking about. There’s no way you would ever ask him out to the dance when you couldn’t even do that for him last year, and there’s especially no way Deku could ever have the guts to ask you out.

Right?

2 HOURS LATER

“OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE?” You asked Hagakure once class was over and the two of you were walking out of the class and now you were freaking out. Except Hagakure was too excited to let you fret about it. “You asked him out! Like you said you would! You did it! And he said yes!!” She was jumping cheerfully for you, and starting to fawn over how cute it was even though it did nothing to calm you down.

“I know! He said yes! No guy’s ever told me ‘yes’ to things! That doesn’t happen to me! Things like that don’t happen to people like me! What am I gonna do?!” You exclaimed and put your hands to your head nervously, because… it was true, no guy EVER looked your way and so now that Izuku actually took up your offer to the dance you had NO idea what to do now.

“(Y/N)…” Hagakure whined a little bit, “You’re so mean to yourself… but for now you need to get yourself a nice dress! Because Midoriya said ‘yes’! He likes you! But you gotta dress up nice to show off how pretty you are!” She didn’t stop encouraging you though, if Izuku said yes then that meant he HAD to have thought you were pretty.

So why not show him that?

“Tooru I’m NOT-“

“YES! You ARE. You’re pretty (Y/N)! And you’re gonna show everyone! C’mon! Let’s go get the girls and the rest of our classmates so we can go SHOPPING~!!” She exclaimed happily and full of energy as you could only weakly smile, “Yay…” You mumbled very nervously, but that didn’t sound like the worst idea…

Maybe she was right. Maybe you could stand to look a little pretty and feel pretty, you were going to a dance after all!

Yeah… what the hell? It was time to allow yourself to feel pretty.

“Okay! Let’s go!” You pumped your fist in the air with a grin as Hagakure whooped highly with extreme joy.

The girls were all totally on board, much to your surprise and light nervousness and then on top of that, the rest of your classmates were happy to come too, although clearly Bakugou was the most reluctant until Kirishima and Kaminari dragged him along while he kicked and screamed at them. You almost understood why he didn’t want to go though, because frankly you didn’t really want to either. The girls were almost too enthusiastic…

It wasn’t that you didn’t get along with the other girls, you actually liked them, but you weren’t used to hanging around them altogether since you mostly hung out with either yourself, or the boys. Hell, that was made pretty clear given that Izuku and Bakugo were your closest friends. And on top of that each of them were much prettier than you, skinnier than you, cuter than you, smelt better than you, somehow made different hairstyles look better than you…

Even Hagakure, and she was your closest girl-friend, but somehow even when invisible she managed to look and have a better figure than you.

And just like that the joy you had earlier flew right out the window... a temporary burst of confidence was all it was...

“What am I doing here…?” Finally, you asked yourself once you found that you were standing outside a store full of dresses that the girls all had gone into and you just couldn’t find the motivation to take a step inside.

“Yeah. What ARE you doing here?” However, you weren’t alone and you jumped a little bit when you saw Bakugou glaring right at you and you felt blood rushing to your face.

“H-Heeeeey… Bakugo…” You hesitated with a nervous smile, because while you had been on first-name basis with Bakugo ever since you were kids, after middle school you went back to last-name basis, and it pissed him off more than it probably should have as his eyes narrowed at you.

“Answer the damn question.”

You swallowed hard at his blunt demand, and you immediately stuttered, “I uh… umm… uhhh…” And you silently cursed yourself for letting that get the better of you, you couldn’t stutter because you knew Bakugou hated that. At least that’s what you always believed because he’s mocked you for it ever since middle school, and actually he’s mocked you for it since the 4th grade.

So you paused, letting yourself regain your composure and to your surprise, the blonde showed a surprising, rare amount of patience so you could collect yourself, “I have no idea really… it… sounded like a good idea at first but then I remembered… I never liked shopping.” Sighing, you slumped your shoulders the more you realized that yeah, you were so out of your element and you couldn’t believe you were here.

Bakugo’s scoff was almost comforting because he clearly knew how you were, “Yeah no duh, you’re over all this shit, always have been, always thought it was stupid, and it is stupid. Surprised you’re not at Hot Topic, that damn place has all that dumb stuff you’re into.” He almost snickered, because he knew you, you weren’t into this shit, and you weren’t exactly a mall-rat.

You chuckled a little bit, almost laughing because you were starting to think that maybe you should just go back home, this wasn’t going to work, “You know what? You’re actually right…” You didn’t disagree with that, Bakugo was on the ball. It actually made you smile a little bit, yes he was still a jerk, but he cared enough to at least remember some things about you apparently.

“And what did you to say to Deku?”

Now that’s what he really wanted to ask, and your eyes widened slightly and immediately your face went aflame and your pits turned into the rainforest for some reason. Why did that make you nervous? This jerk, like that was any of his business. Yet the way he glared at you was more or less his way of saying ‘I don’t care if it’s none of my business, tell me now’.

“Ah I just… asked him about the dance… I asked if he was going… and to my surprise he said ‘yes’… which like… really shocked me.” That wasn’t a TOTAL lie, it was like 50 percent true, you DID ask Izuku about the dance and you were VERY surprised that he said ‘yes’ and you blushed just thinking about it and prayed Bakugo didn’t see.

He lowly growled in slight annoyance, but he actually believed that. He was feeling PRETTY fucking confident that you didn’t ask that nerd to GO to the dance, and he figured Deku probably grew some balls to go to a dance now that he had Todoroki and those three other extras (Uraraka, Iida and Aoyama) following him. “What a loser.” He muttered a bit, even though he himself didn’t want to go to the dance but those morons he called friends were forcing him to go. And deep down he did NOT want to admit that maybe it won’t be 100 percent horrible because he’s got actual friends to go with now.

You couldn’t really say anything to that, because for some reason what confidence you had earlier was all gone as you stood quiet, “So are you going?” He asked you somewhat roughly and you perked up again, face turning red and your pits sweating even more. Man you needed to see a doctor about that…

A snicker left you, and then a small laugh as if to try and see if that would make Bakugo laugh like it did in middle school, but it didn’t this time which you thought was kinda weird. “Come on Bakugou… me? It’s like you said, I’m over all that stuff… hee-hee w-what makes you think I’d actually go to that thing? I mean… look at me.” You were being self-deprecating and that pissed him off more than he was aware of.

“Well… I guess I’m kinda obligated to go but it’s only cuz the girls are gonna basically annoy me into going…” You added and gave a rather believable answer since he was well aware that the girls liked to lull you around with them despite the fact that you weren’t always entirely comfortable with it and you couldn’t say no to them.

“Well don’t go if you don’t really want to stupid. Don’t let those idiots force you into going to something that’s not even your thing.” He muttered in annoyance, it’s not like he cared about you or anything.

You weren’t as bad as Deku was, or as bad as some of the other idiots in his class. And maybe it was that damn guilt that he couldn’t quite shake off once he remembered rejecting you last year at the last dance. On top of that, you clearly weren’t confident when it came to things like this, he knew that well. You were never confident about things, which is one of the many reasons he looked down on you, and he KINDA felt bad about that too. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that, because now you didn’t have any, and it showed when he had to reassure you.

Your eyes went even wider and you were beyond surprised at Bakugo’s words. Was he trying to be nice to you? You didn’t know whether to be touched or scared of this act of kindness.

“Who are you and what have you done with Katsuki Bakugo?” Your confused smile turned into a snicker but all this did was piss him off as he angrily yelled at you, “HAH?! What the hell’s that supposed to mean Shitty Girl?!”

“There’s my guy…” You were instantly reassured once he screamed and showed off his usual, pissy self as you sighed in relief and smiled. “Well… this has been nice and awkward, I’m just gonna go with the girls now and see if I can come up with an excuse to leave.” While it was nice knowing Bakugo actually talked to you for a little bit, you really wanted to leave this awkward situation as you walked away backwards to go into the store and wave at him.

All you could see was his annoyed sneer though as he watched you go in, “Idiot…” Bakugo muttered as he left in a huff, ALMOST a little hurt that you cut what little conversation you and he had short because you felt weird around him. He knew you did…

You knew that he knew too, but you didn’t think much of it. He was just being a little nosy and weird about this dance, and you just told yourself that maybe it’s because he really didn’t want to go either.

And yet here you were, looking around dresses that were WAY too small for your size as you groaned a bit and looked around in hopes to find the largest size which was somehow too small too.

“Ugh. I swear to fucking God it’s like every single dress made is for the skinny girls. Look at all these motherfuckers…” You glared at a mannequin with it’s perfect, thin body, white skin and lack of face, ergo what was deemed ‘perfect’ because it had the right, plastic body, a complete lack of hair and no face which was all men liked. Just a perfect body with nothing gross about it.

Your body was far from perfect, with plenty of body hair where it was supposed to be, your pits, your legs, your crotch, and it was gross. You were gross and you knew it, but hey being gross is being human dammit.

“I hate you.” You said to the mannequin and scoffed as you went over to the larger ladies’ clothes to try and see if there was maybe a nice dress you could get there. And you made sure to stay away from the girls who COULD shop in the sections you had just left and rolled your eyes. Maybe you should just go home…

Yeah, you were going home.

Sighing you flipped your disheveled hair and headed right towards the entrance so you could just go home, maybe see Hot Topic and hit the food court afterwards and also get something sweet at one of the stands.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Where you going?!”

But you closed your eyes, groaning in annoyance when you heard Uraraka’s voice, who apparently caught you leaving and frankly you wanted to just leave but it seemed you had no choice now. “(Y/N)…!! I thought we were shopping together!!” Hagakure whined a little bit because you DID say you would go with everyone, except you didn’t think you would instantly regret it later.

Still you turned to face the girls with an awkward smile. “I’m going home. This isn’t my thing, I mean like none of these outfits fit me or anything and I just… yeah I’m gonna go okay?” You nervously put your hands in your pockets and you were getting ready to just leave. You wanted to leave.

But the girls, while they felt bad for kinda bringing you when you weren’t entirely willing, it’s also because they wanted to include you and make you feel like a part of their group. Girls looked out for each other.

“(L/N)… wait don’t… don’t go just yet, I’m sure there are some outfits that fit you.” Yaoyorozu was going to try and make you feel better but you shook your head. “In case you missed it Yaoyorozu, not EVERY girl can have a perfect body like yours so… I doubt it…” You didn’t mean to sound cold, but it was true, you were being realistic and you felt some satisfaction when you put the smart girl in a box.

“Come on (L/N) there’s no need to be like that, don’t take that out on Yaoyorozu.” Jirou defended her friend, but at this point you were in no mood for this shit.

“Fuck off Jirou. You don’t get it.” You coolly said to the girl who gasped in shock and looked taken aback when you prepared to leave again, “W-Wait! How about you let us help you?!” Yaoyorozu, once again, wanted to help you and admittedly… this shocked you.

You even turned your head with a surprised look on your face, “Yaoyorozu… you’re a nice girl… but… I don’t know… this…” You gestured to your body, letting some guilt show though because she was being so kind. “Is NOT easy to shop for…”

She still smiled at you though, “Every shape is different. I myself have to find my own bras and dresses that can fit my assets.” She explained what sort of difficulties she had although you couldn’t help but think ‘you can just easily make your own though accustomed to your bust size…’

But it was nice to know that even she had her own troubles with finding clothes that fit, and it made sense. After all it was hard for you to find shirts too because not every shirt could fit those things on your chest as you smiled a bit. “Okay… here’s a challenge, think you can help me find a bra that actually fits me? Cuz I’m sure I’ve been wearing the wrong bra for YEARS…” The girls smiled and perked up when it seemed like you were in a better mood and more encouraged.

“Sure we can. I know not many of these clothes are really practical, but there’s a few that can actually fit and look good enough for your tastes.” Tsuyu said to you, frank as always as you smiled at the girls, nodding with a small scoff, “Tell me about it… okay… ladies, help me with my boobs.” You suddenly said to the girls, although your choice of words flustered Jirou but the girls looked ready to help you.

“Absolutely! Come on let’s see what we’re working with!” Ashido was the first to happily pull you in as you actually smiled a little bit and let the girls help you with your assets. It took less long than you thought as Yaoyorozu found you the perfect bra that actually fit, and for once it felt right and not just tolerable having that thing on your chest. That’s one issue taken care of.

You actually smiled when you saw the other girls apparently having trouble finding dresses too, as you each tried on a few other dresses that looked cute but weren’t quite ‘it’ for you girls. Jirou had on something cute that YOU liked but Ashido and Hagakure both shook their heads, much to her dismay. Although Yaoyorozu looked fantastic in just about anything, she and everyone else agreed that it wasn’t quite that right dress for her.

Wow… you had a little more in common with these girls than you thought as you chuckled a bit when you looked at the bra that Yaoyorozu brought for you. You wanted to pay her back but she said there was no need for that, sweet girl…

“And here you go (Y/N). You said that you need these?” She even gave you some bike shorts that you tried on as you nodded and happily accepted it. “That’s right! Thank you~. Because my legs chafe if I ain’t got no shorts…” You sighed a little bit, but seemed a BIT less sad about it. Yes, your legs were prone to chafing due to a little extra weight and thickness on your thighs.

“You’re welcome!” She sweetly said as you smiled at the girl, although you didn’t find a dress yet, you were glad that the girls found you the important things you would need for BEFORE you wear a dress. And so all of you decided to go and meet the guys at the food court for lunch.

“THANK GOD…” You threw your hands up once it was time for a lunch break, much to the girl’s amusement as they laughed with you and you grinned with them. Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad as you hit the food court and waved at some of the guys that were there.

Oh there was Izuku! You happily waved at him and he instantly turned bright red as he looked away shyly, but he shakily and timidly waved back at you. God he still couldn’t believe YOU asked him out…

And then you waved at Bakugo with a bigger smile than he was used to seeing on you. What was up with you? He could only give you a sneer in return as you just giggled, classic Bakugo, never happy to see anyone.

But you were in a good mood, and frankly you were glad to finally get some food in you. Well, more food, but still, you weren’t going to feel too bad about eating today. You gladly got whatever wasn’t recommended for you, a lot of things that weren’t healthy, fast food and even a few sweet desserts that you gladly put on the table in front of you. And you ignored all the looks other girls from other high schools were giving you when seeing the ‘fat fest’ on your tray. Bitches.

You didn’t care and the girls were actually glad you didn’t, you liked what you liked and they didn’t judge you for it. And neither did most of your closest friends either. Izuku sure didn’t, he was glad that you were eating in fact.

Sure it wasn’t the most recommended things, but that’s just how you were, and it was better than not eating. He sighed as he glanced over at you, his cheeks flushing the more he started to admire you a little bit, even as you wiped your face and burped after eating which made Hagakure and Uraraka laugh, while Jirou made a face. Izuku’s always been a little bit keen on you, but there’s no way a guy like him could ever off you what you deserved. You were amazing, unafraid in your own way, even on your lowest days he still admired you and thought you were brilliant.

“Midoriya? Are you feeling okay?” Iida asked his friend in concern when he seemed like he was distracted, again. “O-Oh! Y-Yes! I’m fine, sorry…” And Izuku quickly reassured him even though this kind of flustered him, but Aoyama and Todoroki saw through him a little bit more.

“What did (Y/N) talk to you about?” Todoroki never got to ask him after you had to talk to him in class today, and Izuku’s cheeks betrayed him by burning a bright shade of red as he shook his head, “N-Nothing really! I-It was just for homework! T-That’s all! S-She uh… j-just needed my help…” He couldn’t find it in him to tell his friends that he was asked out, because to be honest, he STILL couldn’t believe it…

Aoyama had a feeling that was the case though, he saw how flustered you both looked when you both came back into the classroom. And then he saw how you looked at Izuku often, and how he would look at you. “She’s a nice girl isn’t she? Lovely too.” Rather than asking him straight up, he instead asked Izuku if he found you pretty. The boy blushed even more as he looked down with a little smile.

‘Yeah… I think she’s awesome…’ He thought to himself as he looked over at you one more time as you took a huge sip of your drink.

“Now that’s a meal…” Kaminari chuckled when he saw how much you were eating, and he was a little bit impressed. “No kidding, why didn’t I take a tip from her?!” Kirishima was a lot less condescending about it though, he admired a girl who wasn’t afraid to eat. “I don’t think we should judge someone for what they eat…” Sero noted with a somewhat nervous smile. Despite being a healthy person, he wasn’t going to judge people for what they ate. However, Bakugo just tried to look disgusted, you never were the healthiest eater and that was a little bit gross.

“Hey Bakugo why don’t you ask HER to the dance?” Was Kaminari’s next question since he saw him talking to you before you went into that store, but Bakugo angrily retorted, “Hell no!” He hated the way his face started to heat up at the thought. Him asking YOU to the dance? There was no way in hell that was happening, he wasn’t going to dance with you! And it’s not because he said he wouldn’t dance with you if you were the last girl on earth…

That’s right he said that… man… now that he remembered that, it was harsh even for him…

“(Y/N)’s great though! She’s funny, she’s smart and she knows who she is, plus she’s cute don’t you think?” Kirishima listed off all the best points about you as he had a pretty high opinion of you and considered you an awesome friend, but all this did was make Bakugo even madder. These idiots acted like they knew you better than he did, he knew you dammit.

You WERE funny and smart, but he couldn’t find it in him to say that out loud, and he was NOT going to dance with you because dances were stupid! He always thought they were and you did too! It was stupid! Everything about this damn dance was stupid!

“NO I DON’T!” He shouted in response, much to the light surprise of his friends because although they knew you and Bakugo have been friends for a while they didn’t exactly know the full extent of your relationship. “That’s not very cool man. (Y/N) has a pretty face.” Sero wasn’t approving of Bakugo’s attitude towards you though, he never thought that was cool. After all you never did anything to him, why was Bakugo so pissy whenever you got involved in a situation or whenever you hung out with them?

“You idiots just shut up! (Y/N) is not just a ‘pretty face’, she’s weird, gross and annoying as hell! I am NOT asking her to the stupid dance!” He exclaimed to his three friends, but all of them looked mildly shocked and a little bit appalled to hear him say such things about you. Sero even made sure that none of the girls, especially you, could hear this. Some of the other onlookers did but thankfully they were all just strangers.

“Man that’s mean…” The tallest boy shook his head, starting to wonder how you and Bakugo were even friends to begin with. “Okay… jeez… ya know it’s so NOT manly to call a girl gross dude.” Kirishima gave his friend some criticism even though the blonde just glared and growled at him. “So… does that mean I can ask her out instead?” Kaminari asked that question once the mood got a BIT too grim for his liking, and Bakugo could call you gross all he wanted, he thought you were cute.

“Don’t even think about it Dunce-Face!!” And Kaminari jumped a bit in shock when Bakugo suddenly shouted for him to NOT ask you out? “W-What?!” He fearfully exclaimed because he was confused, did Bakugo like you or not? I mean make up your mind already!

And that’s the thing, he refused to even think that he liked you. He didn’t! He did NOT like you.

Meanwhile, you just sat at your table with your gal-pals, slurping spaghetti noodles as you looked over at Bakugo’s table and wondered what it was he was screaming about. But you shrugged and just assumed Bakugo was just being Bakugo, and you got up so you could get a refill of (S/D) your favorite soda drink.

You watched the liquid filling your cup and at the corner of your eye you saw a familiar face, oh it was that Shinsou boy, getting his own drink to put on his tray of food.

That’s right he was part of the class now, you realized with a small chuckle and gasped when the bubbly soda suddenly overflowed from your cup and cold liquid ran down your fingers and already got sticky, “Oh God, oh God, oh God… ugh…” Quickly you grabbed some napkins to wipe it off, and you froze when you heard an amused chuckle.

And you saw Shinsou grinning right at you, clearly he thought that was hilarious as you pouted a little bit. “I know you. You have that telekinesis quirk.” He remarked once he recalled your familiar face and you ceased your pouting.

“Heh, that’s me.” You replied neutrally with a little smile to be polite, and he was still smirking at you and pointed to the side of his mouth, “You know you’ve got sauce on your face.” He noted as you flinched and blushed in embarrassment, “Oh… shit… is it off?” You asked as you wiped it off with the sticky napkins.

“Yeah it is.” He was nice enough to tell you that as you scoffed, “Well you got a little something under here.” You decided to be a smart aleck and point to the bags under your eyes, just to point out the bags he had under his eyes, but he rolled his eyes and didn’t cease his grin.

“What do you call those things under your eyes?” He pointed out your hypocrisy as stuck your tongue out at him, “Shopping bags…” However, you couldn’t deny that you had bags under your eyes as you sighed…

“At least you can say you did shopping?” He asked you, tone a BIT more playful though since he could sympathize with that as you laughed, “Yeah you got a point there actually… and I’m not the type who goes shopping.” You pointed out with a smile, “You could have fooled me.” His smirk turned a bit more… flirtatious? No…

“Oh shut up! Like you’re the type who shops too, I mean I love the whole ‘I just got out of bed’ hairstyle but you can’t talk shit…” You tried not to laugh but you couldn’t help yourself as Shinsou chuckled a little bit. “Okay… you got me there. But you know, you and I have the same hairstyle.” He pointed out your messy hair though, while it wasn’t wild like his, it still wasn’t really brushed and was pretty messy.

“Bedhead twins?” You shrugged your shoulders with a coy smile as Shinsou’s smirk turned into more of a smile. As Ashido watched you and him talking, her eyes brightening a bit.

“OMG Chemistry alert~!” She exclaimed cheerfully to the girls who stopped to see what she was talking about, and they saw it. You and Shinsou just talking to each other, and you were laughing and he was trying his hardest not to even though your laughter was oddly contagious. Hagakure gasped a little bit, as happy as she was that you asked out Izuku, this was kinda cute…

And the other girls had no idea that you already asked out Izuku, but they were already starting to think that you were probably gonna ask out Shinsou? Even though you guys hadn’t really talked until now.

“Hee… oh God I forgot about my girls, hehe thanks for being awkward with me, I will see you later dude.” Once you remembered the girls, you took your drink to go back to them as he smiled and waved at you. “See you.”

As you walked away he watched you go with an amused little smile, what an interesting, funny person you were.

She's so high High above me...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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julesthequirky · 5 years ago

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Falling For The Sheriff

Summary: Your car breaks down just outside a small southern town, and the first person to your ‘rescue’ is no one other than the Sheriff of the town, Dean Winchester.

Chapter One

Damn, all you could get on the radio was country. Country, country and more country. You slapped your hand on the dial, turning it off. You turned up your air con. Christ was it hot in this backwater hick town.

That was the moment your car decided to splutter and choke.

“Oh no. Please, not now. Not now.”

Your car died and you groaned. Trust you to be stuck in the middle of some outback tiny town.

“Shit.”

Your hands smacked your wheel and you swung the car door wide enough for it to break off from the hinges. You stepped out into the sweltering heat.

Christ. You felt your forehead bead with sweat. You checked your phone. Ugh it wasn’t even three. You went to lift the top of your car, but your fingers burned on the black metal. You cried out in pain, snatching your hands, curling them to your body.

You kicked your car.

“Stupid piece of shi-”

“Help you, ma’am?”

You jumped and whirled around in the middle of a paddy, now looking like a deer in headlights.

The man standing before you stood in front of a black ‘69 Chevy Impala. He wore a stark white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black pants. His outfit complete with bolo tie, tan cowboy boots and a Stetson.

He was a young good-looking man.

“My car just quit on me.”

“I’ll have Bobby take a look at it.”

His voice was deep with that distinctive southern drawl.

“Oh, uh, thanks.”

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

“My accent give it away?”

“All right, little miss, no need for the sarcasm. Or I’ll have you for sass talking the Sheriff.”

He was the Sheriff?!!!

SHIT!!

“Are you really the Sheriff?” You went around to the back of your car and popped the trunk. You pulled out your suitcase, the weight almost pulling you down with it.

You looked at the man and he had his badge out. Ah shit.

“That real enough for ya?”

You nodded.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the inn, Jodie loves new faces.”

You pulled your suitcase not five steps and the handle broke.

“You kidding me?! Stupid shit!”

You went to kick it, but the Sheriff got there before you, picking up the case.

“Woah, woah now. Don’t want any injuries before you get rested. Plus, I’m the one that’s gotta write it up.”

“I got a case of the bad luck.”

“Well, now that last case of bad luck bought you here, to Creedence Creek, Texas.”

He stepped forward and grabbed the handle attached to your case and picked it up, carrying it with ease to his car. He popped the trunk, then placed it inside.

“C’mon on, you don’t wanna die of thirst out here do ya?”

You shook your head.

“No, sir.”

He went around to the passenger side door and opened it for you.

“Is being chivalrous, necessary?” You asked getting in.

“No, but it’s how many of us are raised. It’s a way of life.”

Oh. Now you felt like an ass and felt you had insulted him. He closed the passenger side door and made his way to the driver’s side. He slid in and pulled his phone out, making a call.

“Bobby! Hey, how ya doin’?”

You couldn’t hear the other side.

“I’m good, n’aw Bobs, I can’t tonight, got a ton of work waitin’ me for me back at the office. Raincheck on them drinks, alright. Alright. Listen, I got a car, just a little way’s out of town. Black, small, city car y’know the kind. Massachusetts plate, number beginning 429, yeah, you’ll know when ya see it. Great. Awesome. Thanks, I owe you one, Bobby.”

He hung up and started the engine, then drove off.

“I didn’t get your name back there, Miss.”

“I didn’t get yours either.”

He gave a small laugh.

“Alright, formally I’m known as Sheriff Winchester, but everybody in town knows me as Dean.”

Sheriff Dean Winchester. It had a nice ring to it.

“What about you?”

“Y/N. Not Sheriff, from Boston.”

“Ah a city gal. The locals are gunna love you.”

You snorted. That was an understatement, if you ever knew one. In the backwater town that was Creedence Creek, they would have a whale of a time telling you that your wat wasn’t the way things go around here. And you knew it. Southerners didn’t really mix with northern city goers. Or city goers in general.

“Will my car be okay?”

“It’ll be fine, ain’t nobody gonna take it if that’s what you’re worried about.”

It had crossed your mind and you definitely didn’t feel safe leaving it behind.

“If it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll have Bobby give you a call, I’m sure your number is tied to the plate. May I ask what you were doin’ down here? I mean to say, we don’t get a lot of city goers, that is.”

You had been looking at the scenery on the way into town.

“I had to bail out my mom.”

You didn’t want to say any more than that. Telling him a tiny snippet of the truth was more than enough.

“So, you grew up in Texas?”

You nodded. It would be best not to divulge any more family trauma. Not right now. The quicker you got home, the quicker you could forget ever coming down here.

“Alright, not much of a talker, I see. Well, we’ll be arriving shortly.”

He didn’t say anything more, to which you were grateful.

He slowed as he turned a corner. It was like the town had appeared out of nowhere. A blink and you’d miss it, kind of thing. Shops lined the main parade, with roads and paths leading away. He turned another corner and another, then entered a lot and parked in front of the sign which read Sheriff. Up ahead was the police station.

“I won’t be long. I just gotta send Bobby the number.”

You nodded.

“You can get out and stretch your legs if you like.”

You opened the door, taking him up on his offer. Opening the door had been a mistake. It was hotter than hell.

“If you come in, I can get you some water.”

You nodded.

“Thanks.”

You followed him in.

His co-workers turned as he walked in, then noticed you. You hoped to God they wouldn’t ‘recognise’ you. It wasn’t like your rap sheet was a mile long, it contained mainly a few misdemeanours, to which you had paid your fines and done the community service that was asked, but the biggie was when you had been caught with a tiny baggie which turned out to be cocaine.

You had thought your own mother would have bailed you out. No. Instead she left you to suffer the consequences she should have had. It had almost cost you your career and the ability to move out of state, but through a stroke of luck they believed in second chances and took you on.

“What did we tell you about picking up pretty strays, boss?”

“Working whilst you’re working, Winchester?”

You gave the Sheriff an odd look. Was it normal for him to pick up potential dates whilst out on patrol?

“Can it. Get her a drink of water from the cooler. She’s dyin’ of thirst,” He turned to you and gestured for you to follow. “This way.”

He walked through the tiny precinct to a little office in the corner.

“It ain’t much but it’s mine.”

You sat, waiting for him to transfer the necessary information to Bobby.

“You like it here?”

He looked up from his computer at you.

“I’m very happy here.”

He turned his attention back to his screen and whistled. Crap.

“Oofta, jaywalking, possession of marijuana, drunk and disorderly, and possession of cocaine.”

“Jesus, look, I served my time and the misdemeanours are about to come off my record anyway.”

“That felony will be on there for some time, little lady.”

You rolled your eyes at him. You could thank your mom for that.

“Whatever just send him my number and plate info. The quicker my car is fixed, the quicker I can leave this shitpot town.”

You stood up and walked out, ignoring the officer who had water in a plastic cup for you.

“I hate small towns.”

You felt too close to home. Too close for your liking. Sure, Texas was big but adding a few more states in between was preferable.

Now outside, you looked to the trunk of the Impala. Later, right now you needed space. He already had the wrong idea about you and didn’t need him sticking his oar in where it didn’t belong. You had no idea what this Jodie person looked like, nor where the inn was. With the sun beating on you hard, you made a temporary shade with your hand and walked back into the parade.

You only managed a couple minutes before the black Impala slowed beside you and a window rolled down.

“Get in the car, you’ll die of friggin’ heatstroke out here.”

You kept on walking.

“Sheriff’s orders. Don’t make me arrest you.”

“You’d love that wouldn’t you.”

He sighed and stopped the car. Stepping out he made his way to you. He no longer had his Stetson on, but his brown hair was teased into a simple style, a hair barely out of place. Without the hat, the sun did a number on his green eyes and making them shine just as bright as emeralds.

“I won’t ask, and we can both forget this whole encounter when you leave. I’ll take you to Jodie’s, she’s expectin’ you. Also, rude, what you said abou’ my town. Don’t do that again, ‘kay?”

“Fine.”

He opened the door for you, and you got in. Once inside, he handed you the clear plastic container with water in.

“Heatstroke is no joke. It gets hot out here and if you don’t watch yourself you can get seriously dehydrated.”

You snorted, a Sheriff dedicated to his people and those just passing through, it was unreal.

“I look after my people, even fancy city folk who aren’t my people.”

You took the cup and drank. The liquid was cool and easily slid down your dry throat, though you suspected it had warmed up slightly. Secretly you were grateful, as you had felt he beginnings of a headache coming on. Hopefully at the inn, you could get settled and take a painkiller or two to stave it off altogether.

“There’s a town BBQ tonight, everyone is welcome. You should join, say hi to a few folks. They love new faces.”

The idea of free food was appealing.

“Plenty of food and plenty of beer.”

“You gonna order me to go?”

“No, no. That would be an abuse of power.”

“Right.”

“Well it’ll be at Oakwood’s Park, if you’re interested, at 5:30 ‘til late.”

You nodded and then placed the plastic cup in the holder, wondering how long the drive was to the inn. It was getting real awkward.

The car turned a corner and you met with a beautiful and large cabin. The awning read Jodie’s. Thank God. He turned into a parking spot and cut the engine. You got out, as did he and went to the trunk. He gestured at you to go to the front door, as he pulled your case out.

“Sheriff? What can I do for you?”

You gave an awkward smile.

“Oooh a new face, come on, lets get you in and get you an iced tea.”

Oh dear. You grimaced. Iced tea was not for you.

“Water’s fine.”

“Well come on in, I’m Jodie, owner of Jodie’s and I see you met our lovely Sheriff,” She leaned in as you walked. “Don’t you think the Sheriff is one fine man? Plus, I think he’s got a eye on you.”

Probably because you were still a felon in his eyes, but you didn’t say that out loud. Didn’t need the whole town knowing everything about you.

“Uhuh.”

Small towns were not your thing.

Sheriff Winchester placed your case down beside you before hugging Jodie.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, it was nice seeing you Jodes, but I gotta shoot, get back to the office.”

“Aw, youre not gonna stay for an iced tea? Never mind, we can have a good catchup at the BBQ tonight.”

“Can’t, sorry Jodes, you know how it is, got paperwork pilin’ high. It’s gonna be a late one for me, ‘m afraid.”

“Well, we’ll save you a burger or two.”

“Appreciate it, thanks.”

He turned to you and said bye, then left.

Jodie took you under her wing and set you up with a room for the night. You thanked her and lugged your suitcase to your allocated room. After unlocking and setting your case to the side you had a quick rummage through your purse to see if you had any painkillers. Downing two you then laid on the bed and let the heat from the sun lull you into sleep.

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Thoughts on Grey’s Anatomy: 16X11

I really loved this episode! There were so many things I liked! The thing I liked most was how funny it was! I died laughing! I was hollering with laughter the entire time! It was SO funny! I haven't laughed that hard at something in ages! I also loved the chemistry between Meredith and Hayes aka McWidow! I loved their easy banter and how well they worked together. I loved that Cormac could admit when he was wrong and be gracious about it. And the way they worked together in the OR! They were like a seamless well-oiled machine. It's really cool to see Meredith work so well with someone who has the potential to be a great romantic partner and whose on her level professionally! In all of her past relationships there was always a power imbalance. I love her and Cormac together!

I love how in just a few short episodes Hayes has already endeared himself to Cristina, Jo, and Amelia! They are not easily impressed and he's already won them over! I love that! I think there's a lot of potential there. Meredith and Hayes aren't even dating yet and this relationship already has more support than any other she's ever been in. I'm so totally here for it! It's about friggin' time! Also what ship name are we using for Meredith and Cormac's budding romance? I've seen people using everything from Grayes to McWidow to McIrish! I'm a Grayes and McWidow fan myself so that's what I've been using so far. Now onto the recap. Meredith’s Voice Over this week is all about why people don’t go to the doctor and we open on her texting her favourite person: Cristina. I love their exchange!

Meredith: What do you mean by gift? Cristina: 🤷🏻‍♀‍ M: Professional or personal? C: 🤷🏻‍♀‍ M: I need more information!! C: 🤷🏻‍♀‍ M: You’re not funny

On the contrary Meredith I think Cristina‘s hilarious and she knows exactly what she’s doing. Wink wink. Amelia and Meredith are in the Attendings Lounge and following her text exchange with Cristina, Amelia asks Meredith if they’re have been any Maggie sightings today. She says she sent Zola up with food but she refused and that they’ll know when to push her. I love Meredith and her sisters! I sometimes wonder what things would have been like if Lexie had lived and Cristina had stayed. It would be cool to see the five of them together. We find out that Amelia has decided to tell Link about her pregnancy news but she hasn’t told Meredith as she has no idea what the hell Amelia is talking about.

Enter Hayes! He notices that a pregnant Amelia is struggling to tie her shoe and like the gentleman he is offers to help! Swoon! Meanwhile Meredith has no idea what to make of the man who last time she saw him bite everyone’s head off and drove her up the wall and is now tying her pregnant sister’s shoe for her. I love it! Amelia is impressed! Hayes offers Meredith coffee but she says she’s good. He makes small talk and then leaves. As Amelia says, “That is a very well wrapped gift.” Why yes it is! Meredith is annoyed as she still doesn’t know what to make of Cristina’s “gift” so she unties Amelia’s shoe! Haha I love it!

Meanwhile Teddy has lost her engagement ring! Which turns out to be a Hunt family heirloom. Oh dear. Jo promises to keep an eye out while Teddy continues to search. Next we find DeLuca sitting in a side room doing research. Meredith walks in. She tells him that he told her to take some time to think which she didn’t like because two people who are together should think things through together. Truth. When you’re in a relationship with someone and you’re truly committed you work and talk things out together. You don’t just throw a hissy fit over your own insecurities and walk away which is what DeLuca did. Instead of responding to this obvious truth and acting like he gives a crap DeLuca instead starts talking about a routine lap appy that he did on a patient whose not getting better.

Here’s what bugs me about this scene. Last week DeLuca was so eager to get back together with Meredith that he came crying to her sister, his ex, for help. This week he couldn’t care less about her and acts like they don’t even know each other. This guy is all over the map! They’ve rewritten DeLuca’s character so many times at this point I’ve lost track. Which is one of the reasons I don’t like him. He’s inconsistent, poorly written, and just an overall jackass.

Also I think it’s interesting that DeLuca broke up with Meredith because he couldn’t handle the fact that he’d never compare to Derek or be on their level skill wise but now that he needs help he turns to the great Dr. Meredith Grey for advice. Very telling. When Meredith wanted to be with him personally, he walked away because he couldn’t handle the fact that she was better than him professionally. Now that she wants to talk things through, he couldn’t care less and only wants her help professionally. What a loser.

DeLuca refuses to even address her comment and instead talks to her professionally as if they barely know each other. And he wonders why everyone hates him? Meredith is having none of it. Thank God. She tells him she’ll think on it and that he should fill Bailey in. Before leaving she leans over and whispers to him that she misses him in Italian. Meredith then turns and leaves. It’s only after this that we see any kind of normal reaction out of DeLuca. It’s as if he suddenly remembers they used to date.

DeLuca smiles and calls after her that he didn’t dump her, so she doesn’t have to miss him. Meredith walks away. Fun fact: that’s called gaslighting. DeLuca showed up to Meredith’s house after she got her medical licence back, compared himself to her dead husband, and then threw a temper tantrum about his own insecurities and how they weren’t partners and told her to take some time.

He then claimed to Link and Nico that he didn’t dump her, got schooled on it, and eventually went to Maggie for advice. He admitted to her that he meant what he said. Now that Meredith wants to talk instead of apologizing he’s gaslighting her. DeLuca keeps claiming he didn’t dump her all the while refusing to apologize or address the issues at hand. They’re not equals and they never will be. That hasn’t changed and he meant what he said so there’s really nothing to talk about here.

Also DeLuca claiming that he didn’t dump Meredith when in fact he did doesn’t change those facts. Also what is his plan here? Does he really think being a passive aggressive asshole is going to win Meredith back? DeLuca’s an idiot. Last week and the episode before that he whined to everyone about how he didn’t dump Meredith and wanted to get back together. This week she wants to talk and all he does is treat her with coldness and make passive aggressive comments. He’s first class idiot and Meredith deserves better. It looks like she may have found it in Hayes and I couldn’t be happier!

Another reason why I'm totally a Grayes fan? "Listen Grey this is your house, but someone gave me a key so maybe it's best if we try to learn how to live together," Is such a low key epic line. Like hot damn. I'm not one for pick up lines but damn son. Also I love that he follows it up with, "Welcome back Dr. Grey. I can see why you were missed." Like damn. He's been a pain in the ass to work with all day and he knows it, but he can also admit when he's wrong and do it gracefully and I love that

Also Hayes is so into Mer. He could have said anything to her as he exited the elevator and he goes with a straight fire pick up line about how someone gave him a key to her house so they should learn how to live together and he can see why she was missed? Damn. I'm so sunk. I'm so into this ship and Hayes has only been in three episodes! I can't wait to see more of Meredith and Hayes together! They have so much in common and they are such a slow burn! I love it!

I love that Hayes doesn't brag about being right about the vaping case. He totally could have and he chose not to. Meredith didn't brag about the Jamie Caldwell case and she totally could have and choose not to. I love that they have this mutual respect already. It's also cool to see a new male doctor on the show that doesn't brag and gloat every 5 minutes. Real talk that is one of the most annoying things about the remaining male characters on Grey's. I'm really liking this new guy.

Also I love that Hayes went from not understanding who Meredith was talking about at the beginning of the episode to being super curious and intrigued as to how she knows Cristina by the end of it. He definitely wants to know what the story is there. In other non-Grayes related news Amelia finally tells Link the truth that the baby might not be his. It’s heartbreaking and devastating to watch.

Amelia makes this great speech about how she loves what they have and why she loves him, but that she understands that he needs time to think. We’ve seen such growth from Amelia this season. I’m so proud of her. We get an update on the residents and find out that Bailey took some time off after her miscarriage. Of course Koracick doesn’t know that so he’s being his usual asinine self. We meet the patient DeLuca was talking about. Her name is Suzanne. She’s very sweet and has two very cute kids and a loving sister who want her to get better.

Even more tragic we learn that Suzanne’s partner died last year. He had a migraine that got so bad he went to the ER, but the doctors sent him home saying he would be fine. He died shortly thereafter so now her kids are terrified of hospitals. Oh god. Honey you are at the wrong place. They don’t call it Seattle Grace Mercy Death for nothing!

We see Hayes and Meredith meet in the hallway. Mer wants to address the elephant in the room and says she’s not sure what Cristina said to him and wants to know more. Only Hayes has no idea what she’s talking about. As soon as Mer realizes this she stops talking and says Never mind. Hayes isn’t deterred though and he keeps asking questions until she distracts him by asking him if he’s going to the pit. I love the ease that Meredith and Hayes already have with each other. I love the way she smiles when she talks to him and I love how persistent he is when it comes to the truth! It feels like we got the old Meredith back and I love it.

Hayes is confused as what the pit is. Meredith explains she’s talking about the ER. He asks why they call it that. Meredith says she doesn’t know. I love scenes where they talk about the medical language and slang different countries and cultures use. Right after they get there a 17 year old kid named Kai starts coughing up blood. They begin working together and start treating him. Meanwhile Maggie is still at home hiding. Richard comes to see her and through some ingenious text messages convinces her to answer the door.

During this scene Justin Chambers’ name appears and he is credited in this episode despite the fact that he does not appear. This makes sense seeing as episodes 1 - 12 would have been filmed last year while he was still under contract. Man I miss Alex already. Fun fact from this episode: Richard Webber can cook! This man is full of surprises. Who knew? Back at the hospital Jo comes to talk to Link who tells her about Amelia’s baby news. Just as they start to talk a man calls out for help and they run over to help him.

“All these blue pyjamas, I can’t get any help over here?!” LOL this guy! It turns out this man swallowed an entire fish and then while being rushed to the ER his friend accidentally slammed his hand in the cab door to the point that it’s gushing blood! Yuck! Back at the house Richard is dismayed by all of the places there are to put food and the lack there of it! Some things never change. Aw! There’s a photo of Zola in her Day of the Dead outfit on the fridge! Also I love the Pac Man style ghost drawing! A+ for whoever’s kid drew that one!

Maggie just wants to be left alone. Richard refuses to give up. Meanwhile, Owen has the day off so he comes to see Teddy at the hospital. He wants to talk wedding plans but she tearfully tells him they can’t because she lost the ring! Owen reassures her and tells her that it won’t be an issue because they’re going to find it. Which admittedly is very sweet of him.

It turns out this guy knowingly ate a potentially poisonous spiky puffer fish from a bar aquarium at his bachelor party on a dare. Yep. That happened. I bet this isn’t even made up. I bet you anything someone’s actually done this. I love Jo’s line, “I honestly worry for your entire gender sometimes.” Hahaha Jo! Same here girl same here. Jackson, Jo, and Link scrub in on fish guy. Link tries to act like he’s cool with the whole unknown paternity thing and Jo calls his bluff.

As Jo says, “You can love her and be mad at her at the same time. Both things can be true.” Wise words indeed. Amelia goes to talk to Owen and Teddy only to find them looking for the ring. Owen gets a text saying Leo just threw up all over daycare so Owen and Teddy run off to deal with that leaving a confused and anxious Amelia behind. I’m confused as to why Amelia stayed behind. Leo is her kid too. Why didn’t she go with them?

Meanwhile Meredith and Hayes are giving Kai a CT scan. Hayes comments that he’s got a couple of boys at home that are Kai’s age. He says he had to read a whole book on brain function just to manage to forgive them for everything they do. Meredith laughs in response as Hayes tells her that he came home the other night to find the oldest one throwing a tennis ball as hard as he could at the youngest one’s head. And that the game was could his brother dodge it before he got brain damage. Meredith, being a parent herself, laughs in response because she gets it. She then apologizes saying she shouldn’t laugh at that because it’s actually not funny.

Gosh the way he looks at her! I just love it. I love their easy laughter and how they understand each other’s experience. Losing a spouse young and having to raise a bunch of kids as a single parent while running a department is no picnic. Hayes is just perfect for Meredith. He’s everything she needs and wants. I love it! Hayes then opens up to Meredith and explains why he acted the way he did the other day. He says it was a tough day for him and that he gets a bit dark this time of year because it’s when he lost their Mum to cancer.

He says he hopes that the two of them can start over and Meredith says sure. She’s been there and is there. She knows what’s it’s like to lose a spouse and get all dark and twisty over it. I think it’s great seeing Meredith with someone whose dark and twisty like she is. I’m tired of all this fluff. I want to see her with someone who’s as screwed up as she is. Who gets it. They can be dark and twisty together. Meredith asks him how long it’s been since she passed. Cormac answers that she’s been gone two years ago last week. Because she’s been there she tells him two years is tough but that it gets better.

As she says, “Two years is tough. Gets better. Not all the way better obviously, but a little bit better.” Meredith’s been there so she knows what she’s talking about. Hayes is about to respond when the CT scans pop up. I’m looking forward to seeing Meredith address being a widower more. It shouldn’t be the whole focus but getting to see and understand her experience as she moves forward with someone new who understands her pain is critical. I’d also love to see her talk about Derek and her other deceased loved ones more. Dating someone who understands that kind of pain could make it easier to talk about. You shouldn’t have to hide your love for someone. I’d love to see Meredith and Hayes go on a dinner date and talk about their dead spouses and what they do and don’t miss. You don’t stop loving someone because they die and Mer deserves someone she can talk about that stuff with.

She shouldn’t have to hide her love for Derek anymore than Hayes should have to hide his love for his wife. They need to be able to talk about that stuff and I look forward to seeing them explore that more. Meredith and Hayes look at the scans. The kid’s supposed to be an athlete yet he’s got the lungs of a 60 year old smoker. Meredith is baffled but Hayes says he’s seen this before. “I bet you a naggin he vapes.” Yikes! Hayes comes to talk to Kai’s Dad and his friends. His Dad is in disbelief but based on their reactions Hayes deduces correctly that the boys know something they’re not saying.

Telling them that this is no time for secrets Hayes gets them to open up and they admit that Kai vapes but don’t think it’s that bad because half the school does it. Cormac is having exactly none of that and schools them on the fact that vaping is similar to smoking in that you’re putting chemicals into your lungs which are meant inhale air not smoke or chemicals. Hayes shows them a picture of a healthy lung and another photo of their friend’s which looks awful. They act flip in response and he promptly loses it on them. Hayes tells them to get out of his face and that the stuff is deadly just as Meredith comes down the stairs. Kai’s Dad is freaked. Hayes explains that his son’s not dying but thinks the only way to help him is to repair his esophagus and remove part of his lung.

Meredith disagrees. She thinks they should try to stop the bleeding by coiling the artery which is the least invasive option and what she‘d want for her own kids. Kai’s Dad is swayed and says he wants to go with the option Meredith presented. Cormac concedes and says they’ll get back to him. As they walk away he tells Meredith he’ll defer to her going forward, she tries to make amends, but Hayes says that’s not necessary. He clarifies that he’s not being passive aggressive or trying to make an issue out of it. Meredith believes she can do it, Kai’s Dad wants her to try, so she should be the one to do the procedure.

I love this for so many reasons. If this same scenario happened with one of Meredith’s other love interest it would be a whole thing! Derek would have had a field day, Riggs would have been pissed, and DeLuca would have thrown a temper tantrum. Hayes? Nah. He’s cool as a cucumber. He’s not mad or upset. He’s doesn’t treat her poorly or patronize her. He graciously accepts defeat, defers to her, and moves on and I love that. Meredith deserves someone like that in her life. We all do.

They have some nice banter about how Hayes keeps accidentally terrifying his patients’ parents and he tells her he was trying to terrify the kids who are Kai’s friends from school. I love how easily they get along. Back at the house Maggie and Richard talk. She wants to be left alone. He wants to know why she quit. She explains about the mix up with the perfusionist and not knowing the protocol at Pac North. Maggie asks Richard to go and he leaves. Back at the hospital Teddy and Owen are looking after a sick Leo. They get an x-ray to try and figure out what’s going on.

And figure it out they do! It turns out that Leo ate Teddy’s ring! Over in the OR Meredith and Hayes are operating on Kai and she’s got on her mint green scrub cap today with the swirls on it. I like seeing all of her different scrub caps and the metaphor they embody about how she’s moving on with her life post-Derek’s death. Meredith deploys the coil while Cormac attempts to backseat drive which annoys her. He tells her he didn’t want to do it because there’s often a re-bleed and seconds later it happens.

Hayes wants to open him up, but Meredith thinks she can deploy another coil. Hayes tells her they don’t have time. I love their exchange in this scene. Meredith says, “I’m sorry,” and Hayes responds, “Don’t be sorry. Tried it your way. Now help me with mine.” He could have gloated and being a real jackass about it and said I told you so but he didn’t. He admired her willingness to try and when her way failed he didn’t gloat or make an issue of it. In fact he told her not to apologize and instead asked for her help in doing it his way. Because that’s what being a mature adult is all about. Accepting defeat and triumph graciously and asking for help when you need it. Just one of the many reasons I already love Hayes as a character.

Meanwhile, Jo, Jackson, and Link are still operating on fish guy. It’s rough going. “Every time I think I’ve seen the craziest, dumbest things a person can do the ER’s just like ‘Hold my beer.’” Oh Jackson! This line! LOL. Meanwhile Meredith and Hayes are still operating on Kai. He tells her in the interest of full disclosure that this isn’t the first time he’s had the debate about whether to coil or resect. Mer doesn’t find this very comforting. She responds with, “So I was wrong but I’m not alone? Thanks.” Hayes clarifies and says that last time he was on her side and he insisted on the coil even though his colleague adamantly disagreed.

Hayes says he didn’t even get as far as Mer did before it all went sideways. So Meredith asks, “Who was the colleague?” And Hayes replies, “Head of the Klausman Institute: Dr. Yang. Absolute nightmare.” Hahaha oh Hayes you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. I love that knowing look Meredith gives him too. Elsewhere Bailey and DeLuca are giving Suzanne a CT scan. She does not like it at all. They rule something else out but still can’t figure out what’s wrong with her. Then Koracick walks up. He’s confused as to why the Chief of Surgery is doing follow ups on a routine appy and chastises her for it mockingly. Bailey gets up and closes the door in his face like a boss.

Just then Suzanne starts coding. For the first time in ages we see DeLuca whose Chief Resident actually practicing medicine. In an even bigger shock he actually does his job competently. Elsewhere fish guy is finally out of surgery. He’s trying to figure out how to his fiancée when she walks in. She is not happy. “You are dumber than a turtle!” She says. Can’t argue with that one. This woman is done. She’s had enough. She’s calling off the wedding. She says that last month her mother offered her $10K to push the wedding back a year and she told her no.

She realizes now that it was her not her mother who couldn’t see him for who he really was and this isn’t the life she wants. As she says, “When someone shows you who they are over and over you’re supposed to believe them.” Very true. Also I hope her Mom gave her that 10K after she called it off. Link seems to take this sentiment to heart although I’m not sure why. Amelia’s been open and honest with him and she’s better mentally than she’s ever been. Bailey and DeLuca promise Suzanne they’ll get answers. Back at the house Richard shows up again this time with groceries. I love this exchange. Maggie asks, “What is this? And Richard replies, “It’s called food. Let’s see what it’s like to actually eat some.” Haha I love Richard. He has the best lines. Maggie’s then talks about what Sabi meant to her and all the reasons Richard should hate her. In response he tells her about his Mom who died when he was 10. He says he doesn’t remember much but when he was upset, she would make them both pancakes.

And she’d say, “Let’s talk about it after you’ve had something to eat.” So that’s what he’s trying to do for Maggie. My heart. It’s nice hearing Richard talk about his Mom and learn more about his family. I like seeing him bond with Maggie more. Richard and Maggie have a heart to heart. He encourages her to get back into the OR. They talk about Sabi. Back at the hospital Owen and Teddy talk about Leo and the ring. He’s going to be fine but Teddy’s still distraught about losing it in the first place.

So Teddy and Owen reach a compromise. They’ll add some extra letters to her necklace to represent the whole family and put the ring in a safe for special occasions. And now Teddy has to sift through Leo’s poop. Isn’t parenting fun? Back at the hospital, Cormac talks to Kai’s Dad. They have a heart to heart and he thanks him for saving his son. Hayes meets Mer in the hallway. He tells her he won’t rub it in that he was right. She apologizes again. He chuckles and tells her that when he was on the other end Yang drive him mad.

He says she left him notes all over the place every day for months. “I was right you were wrong. Little pictures of respected lungs.” As Mer says, “Well that sounds about right.” I can so see Cristina doing that too! She’d think it was hilarious. She probably really liked Hayes as a colleague and he has no idea. Oh Cristina. Never change. Hayes is confused by Mer’s response and asks her about it, “Wait you know her?” Uh oh. Cats out of the bag. Mer tries to explain but can’t find the words. Hayes quirks some eyebrows and is intrigued.

In response Meredith stumbles over her words and then says, “Um ... I gotta go.” Oh Meredith. She walks away rather than face the truth as Hayes stares after her in confusion. I can’t wait to see this storyline play out! It has so much potential! Bailey’s about to leave for home but Koracick won’t let up. She’s finally had enough and so she tells him the truth. She wasn’t on vacation. She sat in her house for three days, drank tea, and cried her eyes out because she had a miscarriage.

He’s surprisingly sympathetic and tells her to light a candle. He tells her that his ex-wife Dana miscarried twice before their son David was born. He says that every year he still lights candles on what would have been their birthdays. Tom is such an interesting character. He’s a complete asshole one minute and the nicest guy you’ve ever met the next. Greg Germann does an amazing job portraying him. Also, can we talk about the fact that the man lost three children? His wife miscarried twice and then his son died young from a freak accident at school.

It destroyed his marriage to the point that his wife eventually left to be with another man and he was broken he couldn’t do anything about it. Which is why Tom 100% did not deserve the crap Teddy put him through. That was BS. He deserved better. God dammnit. Also, I don’t understand why the other characters aren’t more upfront with Tom. He’s made it clear that if you’re upfront with him he’ll leave you alone. It’s only when he’s in the dark that he starts bugging people. Seems pretty simple to me. Just saying. Meanwhile, Link pages Amelia to the plant room. He’s upset she didn’t get checked out earlier and wants her to do a paternity test.

He’s calm and collected about it but also clearly upset. So is Amelia. She asks what happens if he’s not the father? He’s says he wants to be cool about it and say it doesn’t matter but he’s not sure how he feels yet. He says he wants to take things one step at a time. Amelia is devastated but she keeps it together as best she can. Watching her cry silently as her eyes fill with tears is gut wrenching. Amelia’s been through so much! I just want her to be happy god damnit! Also, I don’t get why the paternity matters so much. You either love someone or you don’t. You either want to be a Dad or you don’t. What difference do the genetics make?

We find Meredith running along a hallway. She runs into the scan room where DeLuca is pouring over paperwork. She says she got his text and suggests they go to dinner so he can clear his head a bit. Which is all very nice of her considering he dumped her over his own insecurities and has been nothing but a passive aggressive aloof asshole ever since. DeLuca in response bites her fricken head off and start shouting about his patient Suzanne and how he can’t help her. In response Meredith takes him by the shoulders and tells him to walk her through the case from the beginning.

Which again is very nice of her. If someone dumped me and then treated me like that I’d tell them to take a hike! I think it’s interesting that Meredith’s Voice Over this episode is about facing up to the truth both good and bad and how important that is. In my mind this applies to her in two ways. One, she needs to own up and tell Cormac the truth about her and Cristina. Two, she needs to accept that her relationship with DeLuca is over and never would have worked out long term.

It also looks like Meredith is joining Suzanne’s case which could be interesting to watch. Personally, I’d like to see her work more with Hayes, but she hasn’t had a big case in a while so this could be fun. Next we see Bailey at the chapel lighting a candle for the baby she miscarried. My heart. Richard arrives home. Catherine’s not pleased to see him. She asks how his day was. He says it was uneventful. She says Dr. Wells from Pac North called looking for him. He tells her he spent the day trying to convince Maggie to come back to work.

She doesn’t believe him. He tells her their marriage can’t work if she doesn’t trust him. To which she responds, “Who said this was working?” Yikes! He asks her what she’s trying to say. She says she thinks it’s time for them to have a much bigger conversation. Real talk though I don’t understand Catherine this season. She’s been nothing but cold to Richard when he’s done nothing to her. Yes, he did something he shouldn’t have done while sticking up for Meredith but what does that have to do with Catherine?

For the first time in his life he’s married to someone he loves, he’s not drinking, and he’s not having an affair. That’s huge for him. What more does Catherine want? And he’s doing his best to be there for Meredith and Maggie as their surrogate father. All of the problems at this point are in Catherine’s head. He’s not cheating on her. He backed up Meredith because he loves her like a daughter. He’s supporting Maggie because he’s her biological father. That’s what you’re supposed to do for people you love for family. Sheesh.

Now onto this week’s promo! And it looks like we’ve got a stand-alone episode coming our way! It’s Catherine and Richard’s anniversary dinner and you know that’s going to be awkward! And it looks like Jackson invited Vic for some reason who invited Dean! Maggie is also in attendance. Oh boy. This is going to be one awkward dinner.

Until then!

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ain-t-bovvered · 5 years ago

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15x07 Commentary

YEAH I’M SO LATE BUT I HAVE SHIT TO DO .

Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

@smol-and-grumpy (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)

Nat : 3

Nat : 2

Nat : 1

Nat : go

Giulia: Yas eileen

Zee: This thing with the bullet I still don’t completely get

Kat: So happy she’s back

Kat: It’s not a real bullet

Giulia: Us

Nat : do they always have to have a flashback tho

Zee: Future corpses

Kat: But it’s explained a bit more this episode

Nat : Tag yourself

Giulia: I know the blonde one

Giulia: I’m the brunette

Zee: I’m the brunette

Kat: Brunette for sure

Nat : I'm a mix

Kat: Nah babe you’re the blonde

Zee: I’ve only been the blonde once

Zee: Amazing

Nat : What

Nat : I didn't hear a car

Kat: At least the blonde didn’t get murdered

Zee: Bitch wipe the spit

Nat : Yet

Giulia: Oh no clean your lips yuck

Kat: Too much throw up sound

Nat : Ridiculous. You would still hear it

Giulia: Well ok wow

Giulia: I jumped not gonna lie

Nat : Ew What is that

Zee: Was that a werewolf ?

Giulia: The wendigo feels

Nat : snorts

Kat: Red shirt of sex

Giulia: Oh look wallowing in depression again

Nat : Ah Deano

Zee: Weak

Kat: Yum

Kat: No surprise there

Zee: What’s that sound of his lips?

Nat : "Yeah"

Zee: Mostly

Kat: SAM AND EILEEN ARE SO CUTE

Giulia: OH NO I LOVE THIS

Zee: Real bacon

Nat : Real bacon?

Nat : lol

E: We might've gotten just a little carried away with the margaritas last night.

Giulia: WOW

Kat: Fucking adorable

Giulia: SO DOMESTIC

Kat: So domestic

S: You're turning down bacon?

D: Mm, yes, yeah, I'm actually... I'm gonna head out.

Kat: Get out

Giulia: DEAN’s weird

Zee: I’m good Dean motto

Nat : "I'm good" I'M GOOD, GOOOOOOOOD

D: It means I got to... I got to get out of here, okay? I just... I got to...I'm gonna take a drive, clear my head.

S: Eileen and I have stuff to do.

Giulia: Lol

Giulia: I BET U DO

Zee: Look at that face

Kat: Aw someone’s feeling like a third wheel

Zee: Aaagggggghhh

Giulia: MY GOD

Kat: The dimples

D: Um, okay, but if, uh, things go your way, just make sure you put the sock on the door so I know.

Nat : sock on the door

Zee: Sock on the door

Kat: The wink melts

Giulia: not only on the door

Nat : well that would be highly uncomfortable

Giulia: Oh shush you know what im talking about

Nat : What's with the hair

Kat: DUKES IS A CLUE

Zee: Can he shut his face ?

Giulia: The accent lol

Giulia: He weird

Nat : Jensen's jealous that the sheriff can have an accent and he doesn't

Zee: Do you all talk like that Kat ?

Kat: Excuse you. I do not speak like that.

Giulia: Snort

Kat: Dean is not impressed

Zee: Can we focus on the scruff for just a sec?

Giulia: And the crazy hair

Nat : SHUT YO FACE

Kat: The blue steel

Giulia: You’ve got the look

Zee: Is he hitting on him?

Giulia: IS IT TIME

Zee: Swayze’s???

Kat: Roadhouse nod

Zee: Look at that strut

Giulia: Nice

Nat : Fun that there's only one parking spot left right in front

Giulia: I wanna go in a dump like that

Nat : Lots of Woo girls

Giulia: Hand it over

Nat : Get in line

Giulia: Lol i like her. Will she die

Giulia: Oh well now she will

Zee: Nice

Nat : Ow

Kat: Damn girl

Giulia: Cute. They cute

Kat: Dean friggin Winchester

Zee: Is this ep filled with his close ups?

Giulia: So cute

Nat : HE owns this joint?

Zee: I’m happy

Nat : Will this be the place where Dean will always end up tho. Because his friend owns the joint

Zee: Look at that couple

Giulia: SO CUTE

Giulia: the stares

Giulia: Cute

Kat: SO CUTE

Giulia: Why don t we do something fun

Zee: Do something fun

S: Yeah. Um... ideas?

E: I mean, a few.

Zee: Go girl

Kat: GET IT EILEEN

Giulia: NO. COME ON

Zee: Seriously ???

Giulia: AH BUT IT S CAS SO OK

Kat: It’s not okay

Kat: CAS IS A FUCKING COCKBLOCKING ANGEL

Nat : Ah

Giulia: my bb has done nothing wrong in his entire existence,ever, shut yo mouths

Zee: WHAT A COCK BLOCK

Nat : Snort

S: So we've been looking for signs of Chuck and Lilith

C: Lilith?

S: Yeah, uh, she's back.

Giulia: U should have read your messages cas

Nat : Hey, nobody can say that they've been cock blocked by an aNgEL oF tHe LorD

Zee: I think that Sam’s virginity might have grown back man

C: So there may be some of you inside Chuck.

Giulia: Ew

Zee: Ew

Nat : Is that sexual

Giulia: Family business beers lol

Kat: I think you’re right

L: I always liked that crusty son of a bitch.

Giulia: Awe dad. Crusty sob lol

Kat: Oh.

Kat: No

Giulia: Ah well praises from dad Winchester

Zee: His crinkles are distracting me

Giulia: And his smirk

Kat: Aren’t they great

Nat : THE MAN IS DISTRACTING ME

Giulia: ...ah that stare

Zee: So that’s how you felt last ep? @Giulia

Giulia: Yes. U get it now

Zee: He needs to shut up

Giulia: Awe dean. And now some zoom

Nat : Dean, you don't wanna do that

Zee: That head nod hurt my soul

S: Cass, are you sure about this?

C: No, but I am sure I can't heal the wound. Maybe I can probe it.

Giulia: Yes probe cas

Zee: Probe

Kat: Ew lol

Giulia: Im ready

Giulia: Same

Zee: This is gonna sting

Nat : This is gonna sting

Nat : snorts

Giulia: Sam are you ok

Nat : a little

Giulia: Awe

Giulia: Oh wow

Kat: DAMN IT

Giulia: Nice cas

Nat : AH

Zee: Amazing

Nat : Well he's not ok now is he

Kat: Poor Sammy

Giulia: Awe that cheek rub

Zee: Sam knocked out again

D: This is Dean's other-other-other-other phone. Leave a message.

Zee: Other other other

Giulia: AH how does it feels now cas

C: Dean, I need you to call me back. Sam is hurt, and I..

Nat : How many phones does he has

Zee: Jaggers

Giulia: Look at that tuff of hair

Nat : Ew

Giulia: Slutty

Kat: Everything about him is slutty

Zee: Can’t spell it

Zee: Love it tho

Nat : Split up Triplets?

Zee: He’s gonna get some me thinks

Giulia: What a dumb stare

Kat: Ah I miss blushy Dean

Giulia: Oh him again

Nat : Who dat

Giulia: Sam winchester is hurt

Giulia: What else is new

Giulia: The one with gabe grace

Nat : A collecter

Kat: You think so huh

C: Let me rephrase. If you don't help me tonight,

Zee: Cas is serious

Giulia: WHO U CALLING

Kat: A return of badass Cas finally

Giulia: Lol yellow fever

Nat : Cas has zero patience

Giulia: Same

Zee: We’ve been knew

Giulia: U have even less

Nat : No but I just don't think that he'll get any this season cuz it won't do anything to the plot

Nat : Plot of dying guest stars

D: Trust me, uh, bigger doesn't always equal better.

Giulia: what she said

D: Besides, who's gonna look out after the little guy? God certainly isn't.

Giulia: Damn brother that’s rough

Zee: Rough decade

Zee: No shit

Giulia: He has no idea

Kat: Ugh that smile

Nat : Dean has doubts. I hate that

Giulia: aw look that is future dean if he’s going on like that

Giulia: GIMME

L: Remember that old song your dad used to play us before we'd go out on a Hunt?

Giulia: GIMME THE SONG. GIMMIEH

D: Oh, no.

All of us: Oh, yeah.

Zee: YAS

Giulia: come on BOI

Kat: I had to look the song up

Giulia: YEAH what song

Kat: I didn’t know it 😂

Zee: LIPSYNCHING

Kat: Dukes was a clue

Zee: DUKES OF HAZARD

Giulia: idk her

Zee: THE SHOW

Giulia: still don’t know her

Giulia: AWE HE NERVOUS

Nat : YEEEEEE HAW

Giulia: YEEEEP

Kat: DEA IS SO NERVOUS AND SHY AND CUTE

Giulia: FUCK OFF

Kat: Exactly

Giulia: flips table

Kat: HE REALLY SINGS

Kat: THAT LOW NOTE

Nat : Better than Karaoke Demon Dean

Giulia: don’t let him hear you

Giulia: YAAAS

Kat: FUCK ME

Zee: Wait in line

Zee: He’s so happy I’m scared

Giulia: AWE 20sec of happiness

Kat: NO

Giulia: STOP. MY BODY CAN T TAKE IT TO

Nat : Ah

Kat: Damn I’m soaked again

Giulia: Me

Zee: Thank god don’t need my ovaries anymore

Kat: He sounds so Texan this ep

Zee: Oh fuck yeah

Kat: Them bowlegs

Nat : What a concidence

Giulia: WHO HE CALLED

Zee: Not the ghostbusters

Nat : I like Sergei. He's got attitude

Giulia: I hate him

Kat: YOU’LL FIND OUT

C: Okay, that's enough. You're here for a reason.

Giulia: Cas needs to tie his fucking tie because he slutty af

Zee: He’s following the mood of the ep

Kat: Poor Eileen so worried

Zee: Dying?

spn fandom: what else is new

Giulia: Not even surprised

Giulia: Of course he is

Nat : What else is new

Giulia: She loved jesus and america too

Giulia: So I’m a bad girl

Zee: It was a good car

Giulia: FIGHT THE FAIRIES

Nat : lol it's the tom petty song

Giulia: me in the morning

Zee: You love Jesus and America in the morning ?

Kat: Love that song

Giulia: Am I too young for that shit?

Nat : Freeeeee Faaaaallin

Giulia: No, that whiskey in the coffee. Pay attention

Zee: Yeah. Like you paid attention last week

Giulia: Well I was on the important stuff

Kat: Okay children

Giulia: Look at my confused bb

Kat: Sergei is so dramatic

Giulia: Nice shit

Zee: The legs

Giulia: Shot

Zee: Also correct

Nat : HE knows that the junkyard is NOT a runway right?

Giulia: Don t think he does

Kat: Everywhere is a runway for him

Giulia: That haircut is bad ok

Kat: I saw it coming a mile away

Nat : He ded

Zee: Wait for it

Nat : Like I said, plot of dying guest stars

Giulia: They need to stop with these jumpscares

Giulia: SERGEI

Zee: Fucker

Nat : They need to find Amara. Think Amara is sick of her brother herself. she'd probably help them without even wanting anything in return

Kat: Don’t worry Cas takes care of him

Giulia: good

Giulia: Nice Eileen

Giulia: The key to death. Psh fuck off

Kat: The key to death. That’s going to come into play I bet

Giulia: So dramatic

Zee: Cas still confused. And angry

Giulia: Look at that face

Nat : Sergei is so fucking extra

Zee: Suck it Sergei

Kat: He called Bobby

Giulia: Oh the other bobby. Forgot about him

Nat : They should get the key and open the door to the empty. Bring Jack back. And death. Ah why am I babbling

Kat: It’s what you do

Giulia: Snort

Nat : The eye squint

Kat: It doesn’t open the empty though I don’t think lol

Giulia: Wtf is in there

Kat: Aw Dean tied down. My fave

Nat : What is that thing

Nat : What she said

Giulia: But also

Zee: Shut up

Giulia: Will dean have to kill his fwriend

Kat: 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Giulia: Nice

Zee: He will huh?

Giulia: It won’t be a great addition to his mental health

Nat : Have you been watching the same show

Kat: All his friends die

Giulia: All their friends die

Kat: Well Eileen’s back lol

Giulia:FOR HOW LONG

Kat: SHUT YOUR FACE

Giulia: I M JUST BEING REALISTIC

Kat: I know but my heart can’t take it

Nat : Every one who comes on the show die

Zee: Shush

Giulia: OH NOW YOU DO CARE

Zee: Can blood really go up the tube?

Giulia: If there is vacuum yeah

Nat : I don't think they care

Giulia: The monster needs to suck

Nat : It doesn't suck

Giulia: He stupid

Zee: Oh stop please

Kat: Come on Dean get out

Giulia: What she doesn’t say

Kat: Nice

Nat : The monster will get out

Nat : what he said

Zee: And kill lee

Awe look at Dean’s repulsion towards his friend

Giulia: Nah dean will kill lee. Because this is supernatural

Zee: Daddy’s home

Nat : Surprise

Kat: The head

Giulia: Is that the sound of water 2

Kat: Ew

Zee: God bless Texas

Nat : Why does Lee do that for again? I missed it

Zee: His happiness

Kat: Money health

Nat : Feeding people to a monster makes him happy

Kat: Because fuck everyone else

Giulia: Ah saw it

Giulia: Oh yeah dean?

Kat: The monster gives him things for keeping it fed

Nat : Ah Nat : Dean distracts me

Kat: He yummy

Zee: I kill monsters

Giulia: Awe dean . Well you become the hero or the monster you hunt i guess

Zee: Welcome to my world

Giulia: Ouch

Zee: Impaled

Giulia: That should hurt so much more

Nat : Ah, that's the cue he was talking about that didn't break at first and he had to "walk off the pain" Kat: What

Giulia: ?

He told it once at a con I think? They had a fight with a cue and the cue didn't break like twice or three times and his back was blue

Giulia: Awe bb dean

Kat: Aw his murder face. Now sad face

Giulia: CAS

Giulia: awe look at them

Giulia: Oh

Nat : Awkward

Zee: That bed is too small

Kat: No, he’s just huge

Kat: What she said

Zee: What she said

Giulia: Everything is too small concerning to sam

Nat : Preview?

Giulia: TRAILER TIME

Kat: Ya go watch

Nat : Adam snorts

Kat: ADAM

Giulia: SNORT. FAMILY SUCKS

Kat: Basically tells them to suck it lol

Giulia: you let me rot in hell. Well he ain t wrong

Nat : Can u blame him

Kat: From his view, they must

Zee: They left him there for ages

ee: I’m happy with this ep. Need to change panties but I’m happy

Zee: You can leave this out

Kat: No leave it in lol

sam and Eileen cute gif

Giulia: They kill me

Giulia: Ok but if that’s sam endgame i’m so good with that. My bb deserve it

Giulia: Hope it doesn’t end in smoke

Giulia: snort

Giulia: That was mean

Kat: Wow Giuls

Giulia: Ok but look at it from chuck’s eyes

Giulia: SHOCK FACTOR

Giulia: PLOT

Giulia: CONTINUITY

Giulia: lol

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atamascolily · 5 years ago

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lilyliveblogs “terminator 2″ for the first time, part 2

When we last left off, I was a pile of shipper goo, so time to get back to the movie.

(Part one here)

Someone -- the female doctor we saw before who looks kinda like Sarah? -- watching the video, smoking. I think I can see how Sarah is going to escape now. Oh, wait, it's Sarah, with Dr. Silbermann, watching herself on screen. The two asshole guards are in the background. Her hair's combed. She's subdued. Silbermann is still a jerk.

She wants to see her son. Silbermann's not going to let her, is he? Asshole. She denies crushing a Terminator, their existence, claiming Cyberdyne covered up the evidence. Cut to '90s computer nerds in their cubes, doing experiments that are probably going to trigger Judgment Day. Like you do.

They're doing experiments on "it," and new employee wants to know where "it" came from, so Dyson the manager can tell the audience. "Don't ask," is the answer. Everyone's wearing clean suits, which can't be good. There's a door with two keys that needs two people to open it. Yeah, this really can't be good.

Showdown at the Cyberdyne factory with whatever Terminator goes rogue in here??

Cyberdyne has built a safe for that one little fragment they got from the original Terminator... maybe there are more in different jars; it's a really big vault. Yup, there's the arm. The manager stares at it, and you can see the muscles in his cheek twitch as he contemplates it. He's probably going to die by strangulation at the hands of the Terminator if this movie keeps up with its dramatic ironies.

Of course Silbermann won't let Sarah see her son, so she tries to strangle him with his own tie.

Arnold on a motorcycle spies John Connor on a motorcycle, and the game is on!!

I'm like... 90% certain that's the Los Angeles River that John Connor is cycling down... because it's channeled and running through LA and barely has any water in it and everybody LOVES to film there... going to wiki that later...

Fake police officer asking girls for info about John. They're also delightfully '90s. John is an the arcade, delighting in his ill-gotten funds.

Terminator has disguised his gun as a... box of roses? Did I see that right?

John is playing a fighter simulation that is SO MUCH A CALLBACK TO THE OPENING SCENE WITH ALL THE SHIPS TRYING TO KILL THE HUMANS.

The police dude ASKS THE PUNK FRIEND shows him John's photograph, and the friend says "Nah, I don't know him," BECAUSE HE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO TRUST THE COP. Of course this gets John's attention and they run. And then the friend tries to point the cop in the other direction, but the cop just shoves him aside.

(I'll say this much for the punk friend: he tried. He was a good friend.)

LOL, the fact that John Connor knows better than to trust cops is what saves him. Otherwise, he'd've been a sitting duck. Except he runs right into Arnold...

Arnold flips over the rose box, revealing the gun, and it looks like all hope is lost as the cop comes around the corner... and Arnold tells John to get down and shoots at the cops. His first line in the movie.

When this movie first came out, I bet the audience FLIPPED THEIR SHIT at this twist, but I was a) kinda tangentially aware of it from pop cultural osmosis and also b) that fake cop guy was HELLA SUSPICIOUS, so I'm just like... yeah!!! Because the only way to top being hunted by Arnold was to either a) BE HUNTED BY MULTIPLE ARNOLDS, or b) HAVE ARNOLD ON YOUR SIDE, and of course they went with the latter, because WHY NOT?

the cop's hit but gets back up, John is freaked out, and we the audience realize SOMETHING'S UP. A poor bystander gets murdered as the Terminator uses himself as a human shield to save John, who is screaming...

Arnold busts him into the voltage room out of the way and we have a Terminator on Terminator shoot-out, which is kinda incredible, except that Arnold has a bigger gun, so he gets to keep shooting while the police dude tries to recover from the impact.

That moment where the bullet holes are all silver-y as the police guy re-heals himself, and the CGI is obviously early '90s, but still quite effective and horrifying. And then he gets back up and they start grappling and going through walls AND NOW THEY'RE IN THE '90S MALL, OH MY GOD.

John Connor, not surprisingly, gets the fuck OUT. I wonder if Sarah told him what the Terminator looks like, and if he's surprised to see it defend him?

THE LIQUID METAL TERMINATOR LOOKING AT THE SILVERY-SKINNED MANNEQUINS IN THE MALL DISPLAY OH MY GOD.

LOL random dude snapping photos with his SLR he just happens to be carrying around.

John's motorcycle won't start for reasons of DRAMA, lol.

God, this new Terminator can run freakishly fast, it's inhuman.

Of course no one is going to question a cop chasing anyone, sigh...

(I feel like this movie works eerily well for social commentary in 2019 on SO MANY LEVELS.)

The running terminator runs up to a moving truck and tosses out the driver and keeps driving... wow.

ok, this is all great, but I really want more Sarah, where is Sarah in all this, will she ever talk to another woman in this movie PROBABLY NOT. How about more Kyle Reese flashbacks/dream sequences, can we have those? I am but a simple soul.

Okay NOW there's a chase scene in the Los Angeles riverbed.... that little tiny rivulet in the midst of all that concrete is the river. SOB.

Well, I gotta hand it to the human resistance for sending a Terminator after another Terminator, but it also works because JOHN CONNOR LIVED THROUGH THE EXPERIENCE AND REMEMBERS WHAT THE HELL HIS FUTURE SELF DID... timey-wimey paradox ball...

OH MY GOD THAT LEAP AS ARNOLD'S MOTORCYCLE LEAPS INTO THE RIVERBED. No wonder this movie is so frikkin' famous.

John Connor's bike getting run over by the truck is SO a callback to that tiny little toy truck getting run over by the Terminator in T1...

I like how the police Terminator is so focused on John Connor to the exclusion of ignoring the other Terminator unless he's actively in the way. The intensity in his blue-eyed stare is FANATICAL and inhuman and I love it because it's so gosh darn creepy.

Arnold shoots out the truck's tires, and it catches on FIRE. i love how arnold is prepared to shoot anything that comes out of the flames, but they've bought themselves at least a little time. Of course the CGI silver man comes out of the flames as soon as they leave and melts back to normal. He looks like the frikkin' Oscars statue, only silver.

Even his clothes regenerate back on, which raises interesting and troubling questions as to WHY since he couldn't just re-generate his clothes back on when he came out of the sphere, he had to steal them. I have no clue why this is.

Of course, Arnold and John stop in an alleyway to have their conversation. JOHN KNOWS THIS IS A TERMINATOR, OH MY GOD. (Do you think he feels bad for bad-mouthing Sarah earlier now??)

I think Arnold's talked more in this scene than he did in the entirety of T1, lol. The irony of him being John's father-figure now is just priceless, really.

John handles this much better than Sarah in T1, precisely because this is pretty much EXACTLY WHAT HIS MOM'S BEING TELLING HIM FOR AGES, so at least he has a FRAMEWORK for weird shit like this.

John Connor fighting alongside his own father and re-programming a Terminator to BE HIS OWN ADOPTED FATHER FIGURE OH MY GOD. No wonder he's so fucked up.

Arnold: "The T-1000 would definitely try to re-acquire you there." John: "You sure?" Arnold: "I would."

BAM. That's cold. I love it.

They go to a phone booth, and John doesn't have any quarters because he used them all at the arcade. He's going to try to warn his foster parents because he's not a complete asshole, but I... don't think the T-1000 is interested in killing them? Like, they already cooperated with this dude because he was in uniform. John doesn't seem to GET that not everybody responds to police the way he does.

Arnold slamming the machine to get more quarters is AMAZING and the look on John's face is PRICELESS. Also, parallels to his robbing the ATM earlier...

John's foster parents have a German shepherd that won't stop barking, oh this isn't good... the foster dad doesn't like the dog, which is further proof he's an asshole.Oh, wait, it’s John’s dog, this is probably the same dog we saw with Sarah at the end of T1 or its successor, ahhhhhhhh.

I really feel for Janelle. I feel like she's stuck in a relationship with this asshole Todd, and she deserves better and she's probably going to die, and I'm gonna feel bad about it.

Then we hear a gun cock, and she sticks her arm out, and we realize that holy shit, it's the Terminator mimicking Janelle's face as well as her voice, just like the Terminator did with Sarah's mother in T1, and we realize THAT's why she's being so OOC to John over the phone...

Arnold takes over the call and starts mimicking John's voice. John just stares. I think he's starting to get it.

The T1000 doesn't know the name of the dog. Arnold hangs up and tells John his foster parents are dead. Well, fuck. At least Janelle is dead. Too much to hope that the T1000 didn't just tie her up in the spare bedroom and Todd will find her later after "Janelle" goes to look for John? Sigh.

Nope. No luck. Todd is dead and the T1000 has shifted its arm to be a FRIGGIN' SWORD. Fuck, I didn't know they could do that.

This is supposed to be played as black comedy, but it's just horrific, really, even if the dude was an asshole.

Okay, I get it, the T1000 didn't steal the original cop outfit, he just mimicked it? along with the appearance? That's why he only took the gun. Only the earlier models needed to actually steal clothes.

Oh, good, we cut to Arnold explaining all this to John. Thanks, Cameron!

Oh, and now the T1000's going to kill the dog, right? Because it can. Sigh. And the dog's name is on the collar, so it knows that John knows that it wasn't really Janelle on the phone OR it was talking to a Terminator instead. Clever. Poor doggie. IT WAS TRYING SO HARD. IT DESERVED BETTER.

Sarah is being shown photos of the original Terminator from T1 from the security footage at the police station. Apparently, they saw him on mall footage, too. The police are mad that Sarah has no reaction and I'm like... you spent years telling her she was crazy, and NOW you want stuff from her?? Sigh. Is this the drugs that are responsible for her apathy or is it something else? I think she's contemplating her next move...

Silbermann being an ASSHOLE about it...

Honestly, not sure I blame Sarah for not cooperating given how she's been treated thus far... she knows from experience that even the most well-meaning officers are functionally useless against a Terminator because they don't really GET IT.

But she gets a paper clip. And knowing Sarah, that's all she needs to pick a lock and GTFO.

John says he grew up in Nicaragua as Sarah studied from paramilitary officers throughout Central and South America. He uses the word "shack up," which implies Sarah traded lessons for sex, but I hope... she found some sort of comfort there? It's clear from her hallucination she still desperately loves Kyle. SOB.

John realizes he's been an asshole about Sarah all this time because she WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG. The whole theme of this series is that pretty much everyone except for Kyle TOTALLY BELIEVED SARAH WAS CRAZY, so it's nice to see John finally back on track again. He's younger, so he hasn't been indoctrinated into the patriarchy quite as hard as everyone else in this movie.

of course they're going to go try to bust her out, but she might be out on her own by the time they get there...

But of course the T1000 is going to try to get her so he can copy her and he's going to kill her after that, because that's standard operating procedure. I'm not sure how a T101 would necessarily know that, but maybe he ran into some in the future before he was sent back? Whatever, it sounds plausible.

"Fuck you! She's a priority to me!" YEAH, JOHN, YOU TELL 'EM!!

I like how all these random muscle dudes are all coming over to investigate when John starts shouting about being kidnapped... only to be so confused when he blows them off. I'm sure the T1000 will be around to question them later, of course.

Oh, T101 is programmed to obey John Connor... even the younger version. LOLOLOLOL.

John is such a little shit. YOU CALLED THOSE PUNKS OVER TO HELP YOU, WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH AN ASS NOW? All you had to do was say "Look, sorry, just a misunderstanding, we're good," and MOVE ON instead of this Macho power trip.

(I take back what I said about John and the patriarchy, btw.)

Oh my god, the random dude who tried to help his friend gets SHOT, WTF JOHN, THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU STARTED THIS!!!

In which John Connor learns that Terminators are NOT toys. DAMN STRAIGHT YOU LITTLE PUNK.

Of course the police can get into the state mental hospital without question. The guard doesn't even check ID or ask questions, just waves him through. (It probably saves his life, though.)

AAAAAHHHH, the creepy guard is assaulting Sarah when she's strapped down eww gross please no. I suppose I should be grateful it wasn't anything more graphic than him licking her face. She can't react because she's got the paper clip in her mouth.

(Kyle Reese would be so proud of her right now.)

Ahh, it's night, but everything's so brightly lit. This is going to be freakin' beautiful action scene.

Sarah ties her hair back! This is a symbolic gesture, of course, and a practical one, but also a huge question for me: what is she using for a hair tie? No way they gave her one... what is she improvising with?

AHHHH THE T1000 IS IN THE FLOOR HOLY FUCK THAT'S CREEPY. And that's how he acquired the guard when the guard walked over him. WOW.

So the gun on his hip when he originally shifts is a fake? It's part of him- because the T1000 can't make weapons. So he has to take the guard's gun. I think that's what happened?

It's going to be really hard for me to mourn when that asshole orderly that's assaulted Sarah gets what's coming to him. The only question is whether Sarah's going to get him first.

GOD SARAH CONNOR KICKING ASS IS SO SATISFYING. First the dude who assaulted her, and then Silbermann. Karma's such a bitch, isn't it?

John in his naivete order the T101 not to kill anybody, so he just shoots the guard in the legs instead. John, you'd better be more careful with your wording there....

Oh, goody, another underground parking garage...

Sarah comes face to face with the T101... awkward. She runs away before she sees John, only to get tackled. But the T101 comes to her rescue.

The female guard is the only one to bother him by knocking his shades off, lol.

AAHHHHHH THE TERMINATOR TELLS HER WHAT KYLE REESE SAID TO HER BECAUSE ADULT JOHN CONNOR TOLD HIM IT WAS THE ONLY WAY TO GET HER TO TRUST HIM (and also a freakin' great callback!!!)

Silbermann is watching the whole thing go down, he's probably going to spill it all to the T1000, of course...

Of course the T1000 just walks through the bars. Holy shit Silbermann is never going to get over the fact that Sarah was right all along. This is going to totally break him. Either that, or he'll double down on it.to save face. The only reason he survives is because he stays close to the wall and nobody cares enough to stop and deal with him.

AHHH, THE CGI WHEN HIS HEAD SPLITS OPEN IS BOTH TOTALLY FAKE AND ALSO HELLA CREEPY AND SILBERMANN IS WATCHING ALL OF IT, THEY'RE TOTALLY GOING TO LOCK HIM UP AFTER THIS OH MY GOD, KARMA.

Like, the uncanny valley of '90s CGI totally WORKS here, because it's just so fucking creepy. But it's also another sign that this is action and not horror, because action is less focused on blood and guts and gore--the reality and effects of violence.

Oh, good, they steal a car, because they weren't all going to fit on the motorcycle.

The T1000 has given up all subtlety now, and is just a giant silver amorphous human now. Oh, wait, now they ran out of money and he's human again.

LOLOLOLOL Sarah and T101 making John reload in the back seat because OF COURSE HE KNOWS HOW TO DO THAT, HE'S SARAH'S KID.

Sarah Connor is in her friggin' ELEMENT NOW, boys and girls.

god, it's like crossing the Terminator with Freddie Krueger or something (I almost typed "Freddie Mercury," and that's an interesting slip, given how much like mercury the silver goo reminds me of...)

Ahhh, Sarah hugs John and then lectures him for being stupid and reckless, and John just wants love and support... awwwww, he's trying so hard. I love Sarah, and she loves her son, but they don't always connect...

John doesn't want his mom or the T101 to see him crying, because patriarchy. Sigh.

The T101 sewing Sarah up is such a delicious callback to T1 on so many levels. And then she sews HIM up, oh my god.

BRAIN SURGERY ON A TERMINATOR, WOW.

The CPU of a Terminator is what's in the lab at Cyberdyne that they're experimenting on... which is going to become the core of Skynet... NO WONDER IT TRIES TO KILL EVERYONE, IT'S A FUCKING TERMINATOR AT HEART, IT'S ONLY DOING WHAT IT WAS PROGRAMMED TO DO!!!!

(this explains SO MUCH, honestly)

I wish John asserting his independence was NOT another example of a man telling Sarah Connor what to do, thank you very much. And I hate how she's literally relegated to the back seat, ugh. This is a great example of how horror tropes are more feminist-friendly than action.

John deigning to give his mother money is the most obnoxious thing ever, good for Sarah snatching it out of his hand, counting it, and handing him back a handful. We're supposed to find him endearing and relatable and I just keep wanting to smack him for his sexist bullshit.

Children playing with fake guns at the gas station, like that isn't symbolic of anything. John's seen too much now to take it lightly. Compare the children playing on the playground earlier in the movie with this.

wow, I’m still only halfway through the movie, who knew this was so deep

#Movie Reviews #terminator 2 #terminator

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hellzyeahthewebwieldingavenger · 5 years ago

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Spider-Gwen: Ghost Spider #4 Thoughts

The very, very, very end of Spider-Geddon and...a surprisingly great issue!

Covering this comic is very strange for me because I’m coming at it from two places mentally speaking.

Firstly I’m jumping into the fourth and final tie in issue to an event comic having not read the prior three issues.

Secondly I’m jumping into Spider-Gwen, a series I abandoned long ago, back in volume 2 issue #10 to be precise, which was published over 2 years before this issue was. It also had an entirely different writer/artist team back then.

Frankly I picked this up purely because I knew Mayday and some RYV characters were going to be in it. In that regard the issue was rather pointless, they cameo and do little else.

However I’m actually glad I bothered with the comic all the same. I was expecting this to be fluff and filler at best. An insufferable worshipping of Gwen Stacy, as so many comics (including Spider-Gwen itself) was when Spider-Gwen got big back in 2014-2016.

To my delight that wasn’t the case.

I admit to being rather lost with some plot points such as Gwen having a symbiote (this was brought up in Spider-Geddon #2 but it was unexplained there too) and how exactly Gwen can transverse dimensions.

However the rest of the issue was mostly good. Now I read Secret Wars: Spider-Verse, Web Warriors and Spider-Geddon #0-5 but I didn’t read any other Spider-Gwen or Ghost Spider issues so to me Gwen’s sense of loss over Noir and Spidey-UK felt rather unearned and cheap. It wasn’t that I didn’t think she’s be upset over losing a comrade but the deep sense of loss and words towards little habits within their respective relationships didn’t ring true to me. However that may have come up in issues I didn’t read so I’m willing to be corrected on that.

But based upon my reading Gwen feeling as sad as she did was a bit of a stretch. I also felt the milking of Spidey-UK’s death from a reader point of view was questionable because...did anyone honestly love that character? Spider-Man Noir I can understand, he has a fanbase (and this issue hammered home how asinine a decision it was to kill him back at the start of this event) but Billy Braddock? Who cares really? He was used for some cheap pathos in Web Warriors and that was about it. Now that being said I did love the idea behind him being buried in Lady Spider’s dimension as she was English (although if memory serves that was never confirmed outright, she may have simply lived in 1800s New York). I did wonder where the Hell Lady Spider was throughout this event though.

The addressing of Noir’s death though was much more necessary and as stupid as it was to kill him I do give Marvel credit for having an issue which addresses that. His fans deserved at least that much, particularly I think the Noir/Felicia shippers who are undoubtedly out there. I also very much appreciated how May, MJ and Felicia had different reactions to his death respectively.

Another great thing was that the general addressing of grief, sadness and death in the issue felt respectful. It felt real even though as I said the specifics of Gwen’s relationship with Noir and Spidey-UK didn’t quite ring true. It’s like it would’ve been perfect dialogue and execution if used for another character’s death. A small detail I especially liked in this regard was Gwen’s drumming as a coping mechanism. One of my major complaints in Latour’s issues was how Gwen’s hobbies and passions were underused and underdeveloped. She was a drummer but that didn’t factor that much into the stories I read. So to see McGuire embrace that is as welcome as Miles’ artistic talents in ITSV.

Now I admit, those of you who recall my thoughts on Latour’s Spider-Gwen book might be calling me a hypocrite here. Because another of my frequent complaints was how doom and gloom and glum Gwen typically was in that series from the outset, yet here I’m praising that.

I think the distinction is this. Latour came out the gate defining Gwen as grieving and guilt ridden, reeling from a tragedy that happened an undisclosed amount of time ago (but still making with the yuks and gags). Not only was this tonal whiplash but it also was a shitty way to set up a new ongoing series. It began world building for Gwen in media-res of extenuating circumstances and circumstances which were incredibly derivative of Peter Parker.

Where McGuire succeeds in this issue is by having not only a distinctly different tragedy but also the benefit of this occurring both after Gwen’s world has been built up and in the aftermath of a huge event. It’s totally realistic and earned that there would be a mourning for fallen warriors after a war. It’d be disrespectful for that not to be the case; in fact it’s kind of disrespectful that that mourning happens in a tie-in issue not the main book!

By having this issue actually deal with the aftermath it re-contextualizes the prior issues of the event. Spider-Geddon as a whole was definitely a bloated poorly written inconsistent mess. But this issue as a coda treats it with the weight the main book never had. There is an emotional realism to the story even though we are dealing with something as wacky as inter-dimensional travel and totem vampires.

This emotional realism is pulled off so well you even feel a little something for Karn’s death, you even feel bad he died alone and so violently even though again, no one is a fan of that character. No one gives a shit about him.

Part of this realism comes from McGuire from this one issue apparently being an inherently better writer than Latour ever was, at least for Spider-Gwen. Latour in all this works I’ve read emphasises style, and wants you to ‘watch’ the story unfold rather than feel like you are right there with the characters. You can ‘see’ Spider-gwen is upset but McGuire takes you inside her head and writes her grief from the inside out. Latour might’ve used internal narration but he rarely pulled this off, probably because he was too busy making a clown show on the side with stupid ass Spider-Ham cameos, wacky humour about the Bodega Bandit or building up Evil Daredevil instead of you know, the ACTUAL main character.

His Spider-Gwen work felt a lot like watching things sort of just happened rather than experiencing things unfolding like in this issue.

What further enhances this story is the deliberate or accidental metatext behind the story. No I am not talking about how Stan Lee had recently died when the issue came out, though that did make me tear up thinking about it.

Gwen has been rebranded Ghost Spider (though her recap page doesn’t quite admit that weirdly) and this is an issue about Gwen dealing with ghosts, dealing with death, spreading the grim news as a reluctant messenger of death. That angle just works in this issue and if embraced would work brilliantly as a new element to the character to latch onto. In no small part because, as the issue itself acknowledges, Gwen Stacy’s legacy is inherently linked to death.

That might be admittedly a radical departure from the punk rock youth vibe the series began with, but not only was that rather squandered by Latour (with bullshit like Hipster Electro and Hipster Kraven the Hunter, go fuck yourself seriously!) but at the end of the day that vibe is perhaps rather...shallow...for an ongoing character...??????

Other elements of the issue I liked was the artwork. It’s not much like what Rodriguez was going, which was I admit very distinct and gave Spider-Gwen’s series a unique identity. But this art is still lovely and works very well for the subject matter. What is particularly nice was the different period outfits Gwen adopted as she made her travels through the multiverse. Also, though this isn’t strictly ‘art’ per se, the word balloons at Karn’s funeral have a cool moment where everyone speaks a salute to Karn and the combined word balloons look like a spider. That was just a cool touch.

My final note is that McGuire has one of the best Peter Parker moments I’ve seen in a long time, and considering the quality of Spencer’s run that is not damning with faint praise (as it would’ve been just over a year ago). In the scene Spider-Gwen and 616 Peter discuss Gwen needing some time off and Gwen asks if that is selfish. On the one hand this is a little bit derivative of Peter Parker, King of Guilt and Responsibility. On the other hand I guess most heroes would ask this of themselves. Peter Parker surprisingly gives a very mature answer.

Now this answer is very much in character and logical for Peter, but it’s also something too often writers neglect in favour of writing Peter in a repetitive manner that renders him a caricature. Peter acknowledges it is selfish but that that is not wrong, He says the world will always need saving but the heroes get to pick their battles and have to sometimes rest, that indeed they deserve it.

Though a mere moment in a story not about him McGuire writes a Peter Parker who truly feels like a mature adult, that feels like the Peter who is truly the sum of his experiences.

Were this teenage or college aged Peter he wouldn’t have been likely to say that. If it was friggin Slott’s Peter Parker definitely not (even though he’d have still gone to play with Miles in the park rather than do his actual job). But a Peter Parker who’s insanely experienced and knows his limits? Yes absolutely he’d know he’s entitled to down time and more importantly needs it. It’s demonstrative of how guilt is present in his character and yet is not the defining trait. Responsibility is, and there is a responsibility to himself. Spidey-UK even echoes such a sentiment earlier in the story.

So with all that said I must admit this issue was a tremendous triumph from where I’m standing, I’d recommend you read it and would go so far as to call it the best issue of Spider-Gwen I’ve ever read sans her debut.

Does it change my feelings for Spider-Geddon as a whole?

No, it still sucked and was still pointless beyond resurrecting MC2 Peter (which in my book makes it worth it, sorry Spidey Noir fans, I’m sure he’ll be back eventually) but this last issue took it out on an unquestionable high note.

#Spider-Geddon #Spider-Gwen #Ghost Spider #Gwen Stacy #Spider-Man #Jason Latour #Robbi Rodriguez #Seanan McGuire #Peter Parker #Spider-Man Noir #Dan Slott #Nick Spencer #Lady Spider #May Parker

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minaminokyoko · 6 years ago

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Toy Story 4: A Spoilertastic Review

*huge sigh of relief* Disney/Pixar, y'all had me worried.

Truly. Honestly. Not that you guys aren't amazing, but the Toy Story films have a legacy that almost no other franchise period has: three perfect movies, and movies that improved with each sequel. Most of the time, trilogies can't pull that off. Sometimes you get three that are good, but there's a straggler in the bunch, like the original Star Wars trilogy or The Dark Knight saga. Like a lot of folks, I was sweating bullets when they announced TS4 because this is one of the only trilogies where each sequel was friggin' better than the last, and TS3, imo, might be the best Disney/Pixar film period. Honestly, it stands at the top of just animated films period, and so I was very nervous to think about trying for a fourth one.

I am very pleased to say TS4 is a worthy sequel. It's not empty, it's not lazy, it's great. I personally put it on the same level as the first movie. I do consider TS2 and TS3 to be better than this one, but not for a bad reason, simply because it's attempting something different from the previous films. This is another all-positive review for me; all I've got are nitpicks, no cons at all. Disney/Pixar did a great job creating what a friend of mine referred to as an epilogue story. That sounds about right to me. It's like there's a trilogy and an epilogue now to the Toy Story saga.

Overall Grade: A

Spoilers ahead.

-I really want to dive in to talk about the fact that while it might upset some people, this movie is about Woody, almost exclusively, and I actually like that a lot. I don't mind at all that this is a snapshot of dealing with change through Woody's perspective, and you know why? Man. Woody is a fucking great character. Really. To his core, he's a phenomenal, landmark, memorable character. I think as the years pass and people reevaluate what films will stand the test of time, animated or otherwise, people will realize that Woody is such a well-written, well-acted character. One of the things that I think got everyone ugly sobbing in TS3 was the way that Andy described Woody: "He'll never give up on you." That's it. That's why Woody is just such a charming character. He will do whatever it takes to do the right thing for the kids. Every time. No matter what it costs him. And that's why this movie took a big risk in breaking up the Toy Story family, but at the same time, it's giving Woody a path that allows him to do something he loves and that is important to him, and for him to be happy in the process. It's a very surprising and unique but realistic idea that Bonnie, while a great kid, wasn't the kid for Woody. But he cared so much for her that he wanted to make sure she got the right toy that will help her learn and grow. That's...fucking amazing, man. I got choked up. I really did. Woody's heart is so huge. And I love that this movie showed that he's been through some rough stuff and that it was time for him to be able to find his own happiness while still being able to help kids, because that's who he is. He's a leader. He cares to a fault. Woody is such a rich character and I'm really glad they got to focus on him and gave him a good send off. It's quite touching. I hate the idea of the gang breaking up, but the movie does an excellent job of explaining change. I like this motif. Things change. Something you always dreamt of might be different. Or things end and you have to move on and try something else. It's a great lesson for all of us to learn, and it took some serious courage to do that in a franchise so known for its ensemble cast and family. I dig it. I truly do.

-Bo and Woody had me all up in my feels. Oh, man. When she was taken...my fucking heart...oh, that hit me right in the feels. I love how they filmed the reunion, too, that the first time he saw her again they were both having to be inert at the time. That was so cleverly done, and it's so apparent how soft they are for each other. It's really sweet. I enjoyed getting to see their dynamic, even with things being strained between them. The hat thing gets me every time. I love nuance, and Bo pulling down his hat is just the cutest little gesture that sells the entire relationship. I enjoyed Bo getting to be active and frankly badass, because it's super cool to see a girl's toy everyone would think is too delicate to be played with be at the forefront of the action.

-I enjoyed Gabby being a sympathetic antagonist. That's awesome. I always applaud movies that can pull it off. It's easy to write a one note villain. It's much, much harder to write one who has a story and who has something that they want, and that the hero is standing in their way. I also think it's a GREAT lesson for kids growing up. Sometimes the thing you think you want isn't what it seems. There are going to be SO many moments in a kid's life where they've been dying to get something, and it's a big disappointment in the end, or they don't get it at all. Wow. Powerfully done. And the scene with the little lost girl damn near made me shed actual tears. That was nothing short of beautiful. Because that is what it's like for kids. Kids get scared, and sometimes the smallest thing encourages them. It hearkens back to what Woody did on Bonnie's first day, getting her the supplies to make Forky and getting her confidence and creativity up. Fuck, that melted my heart. Gabby's story was fantastic, and touching, and a really good use of an antagonist. I was very, very satisfied with how they handled it.

-Centering everything as one big chase scene, kind of Mad Max: Fury Road in a weird way, was a lot of fun. It kept you guessing and it kept things fresh. I also am really impressed that they managed to unnerve the unholy hell out of me with Gabbie and the puppets. I'm actually not scared of puppets, but the way that they moved was very, very creepy, and I would never have expected it from Toy Story. Nice job, guys.

-Forky is the right balance of being a naive, hapless character without being annoying. I was worried his antics would get old, but actually, no. I didn't hate him. I like that Woody was frustrated, but he didn't hate the little guy and he wasn't jealous of him. He did the right thing and he helped Forky understand what toys are all about, and it's very heartwarming.

-Duke Kaboom was such a treat. I'm really happy everyone is now on the Keanu boat, because I've been a stan for that man since the fucking 90's and it's so satisfying to see others join me. He really is a fun, sweet human being, and his character is delightfully over the top. I loved him. It worked really well with the rest of the film, and I am all about the Keanussance/Reevessance that's going on right now. Keep it up. You're breathtaking.

-Goodness me, I just need to note how gorgeous the effects are. I mean, it's Disney/Pixar, it's always gorgeous, but for instance, the rain sequence in the beginning was incredible. That water...man...they are so exceptional at details and realism all while still creating their own look. Bravo, man.

-The payoff of the little guy getting his high five finally was fucking adorable. This is what makes me love Disney/Pixar so much, too. It's the little things that put a smile on your face. How cute.

Nitpicks:

-Key and Peele were annoying. There. I said it. I fucking hate them both, and they were annoying. But thank God, they were more cameo characters than main leads. Throw them both in the trash, though. Ugh.

-I don't like that Gabby needing to switch out the voice box had zero consequences. That was...odd. And kind of like cheating. I got really excited when Woody allowed it to happen so he could get Forky back, but then nothing bad happened. I thought that maybe Woody's voice would be damaged, go in and out, or he'd be mute, and it would show what a sacrifice he made for Bonnie. Nope. It had no negative consequences, so it almost makes me wonder why they did that. It ended up a moot point, and invalidated the conflict.

-I'm waffling on how I feel about Bonnie just forgetting about Woody entirely. Mind you, this is realistic. This is how small kids work. They move abruptly and often without explanation. But thematically, I sort of wanted her to notice him gone, if only to tie off how I felt about how far Woody was willing to go to make her happy. But at the same time, that's kids for you. Things happen fast. She's going to be happy, and so will the rest of the toys, and that's the most important thing in the end.

-I did actually want a longer scene of just Woody and Bo together, catching up. I don't feel robbed, but I was letdown because I wanted to know more about them since they seem to truly click and feel strongly for one another. I'd have liked to see them just sit and talk for a moment, but the film had too much urgency, so unfortunately we had to keep moving.

I only just got home, so I don't know if other reviews are out, but let me go ahead and say that if anyone is shitting on this film, I guarantee you it's people who don't like change. This film is different and it takes risks and in the end, it is about Woody and not the rest of the toys, so it is going to step on some toes. However, it has earned a spot on the shelf next to the other movies. Trust me, its heart is in the right place and it's still keeping our legacy of films on par with each other. I don't feel that it takes anything away from them, and is simply a send off to a character I think will stand the test of time as one of the greats. I'm glad it was just as worthy as I hoped it would be.

#toy story 4 #toy story #movie review #film review #spoilers #spoiler alert

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 6 years ago

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Faithfully

A/N: Part 8 in the “Hunting for Home” Series.

Dean Winchester x Reader; Reader x Gabriel; Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Jody Mills, Iris Petrakis (OFC)

Song: Faithfully by Journey

Each chapter includes a song and dialogue prompt when requested.

Summary: A month into the shock of their lives and things at the bunker isn’t exactly what she’d hope they be. Dean is leaving her out of the loop again, so its time she sets off on her own to get answers about Iris, the prophecy and why Crowley wanted her in the first place.

A/N: Thank you to @kazosa for being most of the reason this series has gotten as far as it has. She’s been my beta on this from the start, and I’d be lost without her. xox.

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Warnings: Canon Divergence, mild angst, pregnancy smut, 18+

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You tip-toed through the bunker and made it safely to the garage without anyone seeing you. Popping the trunk, you added the bag that was slung over your shoulder and quietly closed it. Once you revved Blanche’s engine, it would only be a matter of time before Dean would be in the garage questioning where you were going. So, the quicker you could get gone, the better. You’d deal with the fallout when you returned.

Being back at the bunker after your accident felt much different now than it had before. You tried to settle back in the best you could, but it was much easier said than done. Everything sort of felt, off. Dean was on constant high alert from the minute he brought you back from the hospital. Any intimacy had been put aside, he was constantly checking up on what you were doing and where you were. You could barely go to the kitchen to make a sandwich at first, without him following you.

As for hunting, that just wasn’t allowed. You’d been imprisoned in the bunker for the foreseeable future, and you were starting to resent him for it.

Dean had become increasingly overbearing and controlling. Didn’t matter if it was for a job or a run to the grocery store, Dean barely let you out of his sight for more than an hour at a time. This is how things went over the month that you’d been home from the hospital. Your recovery from the fall was lightning fast, and you knew that was of some concern. Nothing happened like that without some sort of divine interference, and that was most certainly the reasoning behind Dean’s secretive nature.

Dean and Sam spent most of their time with their heads together, talking in hushed tones that always got pushed aside when you entered the room. A few times you’d come into where he was, and he would quickly end a phone call, or begin to whisper to whoever was on the other end of the line. The only thing you had been able to overhear from any of them was the name, Gabriel.

Castiel would bring updates, but you were never told what they were. Iris worked diligently on decoding the tablet Cas had recovered from Hell, hoping there was more on it about the prophecy she had. So far though, she wasn’t able to find anything.

You knew Dean was up to or investigating something he didn’t want you to know about. But, you knew Dean well enough at this point to also know, straight up confronting him about it would get you nowhere. He would just find a way to divert your attention to something else. If you wanted them, you’d have to get your own set of answers.

You were just about to slip into the front seat when you saw the door to the garage opening.

“Dammit,” you mumbled and considered ducking behind the trunk before you could be spotted, but then realized it was only Iris coming through the door. She had her sweater pulled tightly around her, her eyes wide with concern.

“What are you doing?” she whispered harshly. “Where are you going? You’re not going to do that thing we talked about, are you? I don’t know for sure if he’s alive, it’s not a good idea!”

You sighed. “I need to get out of here for a bit. The warden isn’t looking, so I’m seizing the opportunity. That’s all.”

“He’s gonna kill you,” she snorted.

“I know, and I feel terrible. But,” you paused, the frustration you felt with Dean rising, “no—you know what? Screw him. I am an adult and should be able to come and go as I please. Just because—”

“Because of what?” Dean’s voice carried in from the doorway. “Because you’re pregnant?”

You bit down on your lower lip to keep yourself from replying. When you met his gaze, the simmering anger you saw there elevated your own, and the atmosphere of the garage instantly changed.

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna go find some breakfast,” Iris mumbled and quickly excused herself, not even looking at Dean as she buzzed past him, closing the garage door behind her.

Dean stood there, his hands crossed over his chest, his gaze burning holes in you. “Well?”

“Well what, Dean?”

He took his time to be careful, calculating his tone and words. “Where are you going?”

“Out.”

“Y/N, I don’t want to fight with you. I really don’t. But you can’t just, go out.”

“Why? Because I am pregnant? That’s horseshit. I’m ten weeks along, barely even showing yet, and you’ve been treating me like I’m gonna break in half. I need to get out of here once in a while. Breathe in the fresh air. Feel the sunshine…”

“I know you feel cooped up, so if you wanna get out, let’s take a drive. Just the two of us. We’ll go, I don’t know, anywhere you want. As long as we go together.”

“So you can watch my every move? What in the fuck are you so afraid of happening, Dean?”

“Oh, I don’t know!” he roared, his resolve finally giving into the frustration boiling below the surface. “How about getting kidnapped by the King of Hell?! Or, maybe getting pushed over a third-floor balcony by a God-damned poltergeist! Y/N, it’s my job to protect you both. I can’t do that if you’re not here, or if I’m not with you.”

“See, that right there is the problem! I’m not a job Dean, I’m supposed to be someone you love! But since you found out about the peanut here, I’m more of a prisoner than your girlfriend.”

“What do you expect me to do? Hmm? Cas and Sammy got bloodied by demons. Then, friggin’ Crowley decides your worth taking. We never did find out what the hell that was all about, except that both things tie into our baby and this crap Iris keeps saying. If you don’t think I’m going to do whatever I have to, to keep you safe... then you don’t know me at all.”

“I just want some air, Dean,” you sighed, feeling guilty for the partial lie. “I want to go to the store or take a walk in the park. I want to go hunt something, dammit. I’m not someone who can sit still for this long. I took a break after the vamp debacle. Fine. Great. It helped. But then, Harley dies, and I take another break. Then everything sort of spiraled and now here I am. I feel like I am losing myself here.”

His expression softened and in it, you could see him sympathize. Dean embraced you, and despite being mad at him, you hugged him back. He curled his arm up around your hair and kissed the top of your head. “I know, and I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel like that. But you understand where I’m coming from, right?”

“I do, actually,” you said and pulled back from him, “and I love you for it. But—”

“But?”

“Yeah, but… this doesn’t work for me. Your overprotectiveness is going to be what makes me leave, for good. Not just for the day.”

Dean’s brow furrowed into an expression you’d never seen before as he stepped back from you. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means, you either trust me that I can take care of myself and this baby or lose us both. You seem to forget that I am here because you asked me to stay. After Harley, you brought me back here to grieve, and I loved you for that. I was scared to leave, then, by the time I was ready, all this crap started going down with Crowley and demons, and then Iris.”

You paused and tried to calm yourself before you said something you wouldn’t be able to take back. “This isn’t my home. I have an apartment two states away, plus Harley’s house that still needs to be dealt with. I’ve stayed because I fell in love with you and I didn’t want to be far from you. Now, suddenly I’m pregnant and I’m not allowed to leave the bunker?! There aren’t even any windows in here Dean. How can raising a kid here be a good idea?”

“It’s not forever, just until—”

“Until, what? That’s the other thing. You’re being all secretive again. I asked you not to shut me out, yet, here we are. What are you and Sam after, hmm? I know you’re chasing this prophecy thing. You won’t tell me what Cas knows, Iris is still trying to decipher the tablet and I feel like I’m losing my mind! Do you know what it’s like to have people digging into your life and not tell you what they find?!”

You were near tears now, and regardless of the half-truths you were telling about why you wanted to leave, all the emotion coming to the surface was genuine and needed to be said. “I just need a break, so I am taking one. I’d really like you to let me without it getting ugly.”

You’d never see such anger flash in his eyes before. Dean’s whole body tensed, and his fists clenched in and out. He wanted to respond, but there was nothing he could say at that moment that would have helped. Weeks of pent-up emotion was unraveling, and you weren’t sure if you could stop it.

“So, I’m gonna get in my car now, and I’m gonna leave for a while. I will be back,” you said, calmer now.

Dean didn’t respond. He just watched you get in your old Chevelle and start the engine. You had no intention of putting yourself in harm’s way, but you had your own questions that begged for answers. Dean wouldn’t talk to you about what he was doing, so it was time for you to do some digging of your own, and you knew just where you wanted to start.

Reversing out of the garage, you flicked on the headlights and they illuminated Dean’s form, still in the spot you left him in. Arms again folded over his chest, scowl living on his face. Finally, up and out of the tunnel, Blanche saw sunlight for the first time in far too long. You rolled down the window and leaned your head out to feel the warmth of it on your face. Hating how you left things with Dean, you tried to remind yourself that this was as much for the baby as it was for you and his anger was something you’d have to deal with later.

Once you were a few miles clear of the bunker, you pulled off the road and took out your cell, dialing the only number you thought may be able to help you. It rang a few times before Charlie’s voice came through.

“Hello?”

“Charlie, its Y/N—”

“Hi!” she exclaimed before you could say more. “How are you feeling? How’s the baby?”

“We’re both great, thanks. Any chance you might be able to meet me somewhere, I need help with something.”

“Yeah, absolutely! What’s the deets?”

As you and Charlie chatted briefly about where to meet up, you felt a rush of anxiety and anticipation. And for the first time, the slightest flutter of movement in your stomach.

Dean stormed forcibly into the kitchen and threw open the refrigerator door violently, causing the bottles to rattle in their place on the racks.

Sam and Iris looked up and shared a knowing look. “Everything alright?” Sam asked hesitantly, and sighing in frustration when Dean grabbed a beer and popped the top. “Dude, it's barely morning. Gonna add that to your cornflakes?”

Dean paused and gave him a warning look. “Back off, Sam. Not in the mood.”

“What happened?” he stood up from the table and met his brother in the middle.

Dean looked passed him at Iris, who was watching them talk. “We’ll talk later.”

“Don’t stop on my account. I know why she left. Don’t need to be a prophet to have seen that coming,” Iris mused and took a bite of her cereal.

“Excuse me?” Dean growled, forcibly moving Sam out of the way and stalked towards Iris. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Just that you were like her prison guard, that can’t be fun for anyone. Much less a super anxious pregnant lady.”

Dean glared at her for a minute. “Don’t you have an angel tablet to read or something?”

Iris shrugged and finished the last of her cereal. “Don’t you have a girlfriend to chase?”

She put her bowl in the sink and headed out of the kitchen. Dean turned to Sam and shook his head, “Why is she still here? Shouldn’t she be back in Chicago by now?”

“Easy tiger,” Sam said, going back to his own breakfast. “She’s not entirely wrong. I mean, I get why you keep Y/N close, but man, you’re sounding a lot like dad these days.”

“Well, it kept us alive, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, but she’s not your kid.”

“She’s carrying my kid. That’s not enough of a reason?” Dean barked, his face twisted in defiance. Realizing he was taking it out on the wrong person, he took a deep breath before continuing. “Look, Sam, I am not going to apologize for wanting to protect my family.”

“No one said you should.”

“Y/N did. She left, by the way. Said if I didn’t let her get out for a while, she’d leave for good.”

“Whoa, what? Where did she go? And really, I can’t imagine she’d leave you… not now.”

Dean slumped into the chair next to his brother and exhaled deeply. He ran a hand through his hair and reached for his beer.

“I know I can be stubborn. But after everything that’s happened so far, its hard to just trust she’ll be alright.”

“Man, I can’t even imagine. Trying to be any sort of normal in our lives is hard enough but knowing there’s a kid on the way…” Sam sucked air through his teeth and leaned back in his chair. “Maybe, just let her be for right now. We need to figure out the rest of this prophecy, and what, if anything, Gabriel has to do with it.”

“Cas says that from what he learned upstairs, Gabriel appears to be dead. So, if he was Iris’ M.I.A. archangel, it would explain why she was unprotected. But I tell ya, Y/N’s doc from the hospital, the more I think about it, the more I can’t shake I know her… but not her. If that makes any sense. The eyes were familiar… it’s what brought Gabriel to mind in the first place.””

“Makes complete sense, actually,” Sam said as he threw his stuff in the sink. “Not like he hasn’t messed with us or made us think he was dead before. Let’s get crackin’ while she’s on sabbatical. Who knows, maybe we can even get it all resolved before she gets back and then, there won’t be a reason to keep her under lock and key.”

Dean rolled his eyes at his brother and followed him out of the kitchen and down to the storage unit where they’d been keeping most of the supplies for summoning and various other spells.

Once in the unit, they flipped on the light and Sam went right for the closet to retrieve a book he’d left there. He paused when he saw that it hadn’t been locked properly.

“Uh, Dean? Did you come in here recently?”

“No, why?”

Sam pulled the door open and surveying its contents. “Shit.”

“What?” Dean joined him by the door and peered inside. “What’s wrong?”

“The holy oil is gone. Did you leave it in the trunk?”

“No, man. Haven’t touched the stuff.”

“Y/N or Iris?” Sam asked, hoping that he’d say Iris took it to study.

“No, Iris doesn’t even know what it is. Y/N, however…”

They shared a look of understanding and realized that her need to get out wasn’t so much for fresh air and sunshine like she said, but just maybe she was going in search of her own answers.

Before either of them could say anything more about it, they heard a sound of someone knocking at the main entrance. Just as they made their way back up to the War Room, Iris was opening the door up top and talking to someone. Taking the steps two by two, Dean’s face broke out into a wide grin when he saw Jody standing there, casserole dish in hand and trying to convince Iris to let her in.

“Iris, its fine, Jody is family. Get in here!” Dean said and pulled the heavy door open further. “So what, you’re allergic to phones now? Can’t call and warn a guy you’re coming?”

Jody absently passed the dish to Iris, who examined it curiously as Dean yanked her into an embrace.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of this unannounced visit?” he asked cheerfully, but Jody could hear something off in his voice.

“Is that your way of saying you don’t appreciate the ‘pop-in’?”

“Normally, no, they are the worst, but you are the exception. Especially when you come with food,” Dean grinned and took the dish back.

“I know how to make my boys happy,” she teased and playfully pinched his cheek. “Actually, I was talking to Sam the other day, and he made it seem like you guys were up against it, so I thought I’d take a trip down and be of service.”

After Sam hugged her warmly, they made their way downstairs and into the kitchen where Jody was officially introduced to Iris. Sam put on the coffee and Dean told the tale of how they came to meet Iris, and they’d rescued her and Y/N. As the story went on, Jody listened, wide-eyed and surprised. She had gotten the broad strokes of it, but when they got to the first mention of the baby, her face turned bright red and an expression of fury flashed on her face before it gave way to a giant grin.

“Dean Winchester! How DARE you not tell me Y/N was pregnant! I’ve heard so many things about this woman I’ve yet to meet, and now she’s having your baby!” She rocked back in her seat and slapped her knee. “I can’t believe this!”

Sam chuckled beside her and passed a gleeful look at Dean. “I said you should’ve told her…”

“Shut up, Sam,” Dean grumbled. “I know Jody, I’m sorry. It’s been… a lot to process.”

“Well, yeah! A baby IS a lot to process dummy. So, alright, where is she, I need to meet her now. She’s carrying my grandbaby after all!”

Dean snorted, “Your grandbaby? Um, is that how genetics work?”

“You, shut up,” she passed a warning look at Dean. “You boys are family to me, and, yeah, your mom can’t be here to claim that title, then I will, dammit.”

Dean’s expression softened, and for the first time in a while, felt a genuine smile touch his lips. “That works for me.”

“Good. Now, where is she?” Jody clapped her hands together and jumped up towards the kitchen door.

The smile faded from Dean’s face as he passed an uncertain look at Sam. “You might as well sit back down, Y/N’s gone.”

“Gone where?” Jody asked, looking between the three of them curiously. Iris just sat back in her seat against the wall and avoided eye contact, and Sam kept his gaze on Dean, silently urging him to answer Jody.

“I don’t know. We got into a fight this morning and she left.”

“She left? Why? What the hell did you fight about?”

“Dean’s acting like a warden and Y/N was tired of it,” Iris finally spoke up, and ignored the narrow-eyed glare from Dean. “Sorry, but you were.”

“This true?” Jody asked, her arms folded over her chest, her eyes fixed on Dean.

“What? I’m not gonna be sorry for trying to protect her, not after all that’s happened!”

“Ok, fine. But there are better ways, Dean. You can’t tell her she can’t leave the premises. You’re lucky she didn’t knock you on your ass. ‘Cause I woulda. Being pregnant is hard, and holy shit does it mess with your hormones.”

“I know, but—”

“Oh no, no buts… You need to apologize. Good intentions or not, you were wrong. That woman is going to do something that will forever change her body, her mind and her spirit. You need to support her, not control her. She’s a hunter, right? Trust that she knows her own instincts.”

Dean sighed, and suddenly felt simultaneously attacked and guilty. He couldn’t find the words to respond, though he tried several times.

“Also, doesn’t help that he’s not telling her what’s going on,” Iris spoke up again, and this time smiled in retort to the dirty look Dean threw her way.

“What is with you? Huh? You really don’t like me, do you?” he asked her.

“I like you fine. I just think you think you need to control everything. Let the woman be. She’s gonna be fine. Anyway, my opinion is moot. You love each other, that’s all that should matter. Both of you need to stop being stubborn, tell each other what’s going on and work together. She’s just as bad as you are.”

“I like this girl,” Jody mused, unable to hide the smile that formed. “You should listen to her.”

“Please, don’t,” Dean grumbled and sat back in his chair. He knew Iris was right, Jody, too. He had been a dick, and though he felt he had his reasons, he could see Y/N’s side of it all as well.

His anger faded and now he just wanted her to come home, so he could see her and touch her; make sure she and the baby were ok.

“Ok, so no idea where she went?” Jody asked, looking between Sam and Dean.

“No, just that she took the holy oil,” Sam answered quietly.

“For what purpose?” Jody asked with a shrug, her brain shifting into cop mode to examine the facts of the case.

“Only thing you’re gonna use holy oil for is to trap an angel.”

Jody was thoughtful for a moment. “Castiel?”

“No, Cas has been all over trying to help us find answers,” Sam replied. “Gabriel.”

“I thought you said he was dead.”

Dean and Sam shrugged in unison. “That’s the party line. Who the hell knows really.”

They batted around some further theories for the next hour, but nothing could be settled without more information. Iris finally took her leave and went back to decoding the rest of the tablet, while Sam, Dean, and Jody caught up on the whirlwind life had been over the months since first meeting Y/N.

Eventually, Sam went to make up a guest room for Jody and left her alone with Dean, who by now was feeling sadder, and more contemplative about Y/N and where she could have gone.

“You gotta hang in there,” Jody said as she got up from her seat. “She’s going to come back, safe and sound.” Dean sighed and rested his chin to his hand. Jody grabbed his other hand and gave it a squeeze. “I promise. She’s going to be fine.”

“How do you know that?” he asked, more amused than accusatory.

“Because, you’re in love with her, right? In what world would Dean Winchester fall in love with a weak woman?”

Dean snorted a laugh and shook his head.

“None that I know,” Jody said and winked. “Now, let’s go start getting this place ready for a baby.”

Charlie had beat you to the meeting place and was out, leaning against her bright yellow Gremlin when you parked the Chevelle and killed the engine. She clapped her hands excitedly and yanked you into a fierce hug.

“Hello baby!” she squealed and put a hand to your belly. “Oh, God, I’m sorry, that was so rude!” she pulled back and you grabbed her wrist. Chuckling, you placed it back on your stomach and smiled at her.

“Now you stop, the baby needs to know their Aunt Charlie, so you have touch permission,” you said with a wink, and her face broke out into a huge grin.

“Aunt Charlie. That’s got a badass ring to it,” she was beaming, but once her eyes met yours, her smile fell away and she bent down to talk closer to your stomach. “Unless Daddy Dean finds out that I am helping mommy without telling him. Then Aunt Charlie may be perma-banned.”

“Never, you know that. You’re a sister to them. Me, however, I may be excommunicated if he finds out what we’re doing.”

“Yeah, about that, why the secrecy? I thought you were working on this together. Iris is decoding the tablet, Cas is doing his angel thing, while you Sam and Dean—”

“Correction, Sam and Dean. I’ve been left out of the equation,” you interjected with a sarcastic grin.

“Oh,” Charlie winced. “I guess Dean is doing that whole overprotective thing again?”

“You’re familiar with it?”

“Of course, I think you have to go through it to become an honorary Winchester. Consider yourself officially part of the family.”

“Great. When do we get matching jackets?”

“I can see why you two work, you’re just like him” she snickered. “Ok, seriously, are you sure you want to do this?”

You leaned back against the Gremlin next to her and started chewing on your lower lip. The baby did a little somersault, causing the butterfly ripples to tickle your insides. That’s when you knew, you had to get to the bottom of things, regardless of what Dean wanted. It was your body, your life, and your baby, too. You had just as much a right to protect him or her as he did.

“I’m sure. Do you have the incantation?”

Charlie pulled the paper from her jacket and held it up. “Got it.”

“Good. Let’s do this.”

You and Charlie proceeded into the empty warehouse you had picked to summon Gabriel. After you heard Dean and Sam talking about it one day, you did a little research and then remembered Dean telling you a little about him. He had been killed years before, but when you prodded Iris, she said that something told her he wasn’t dead. At night, you’d get up and page through the volumes of research in the library and what Sam had pulled together.

You knew the holy oil would contain the angel, what you didn’t know, is if he would really show. Having no other options other than summoning Crowley, you figured this would be the best shot.

Charlie cleared a place on the floor and made a circle out of the oil. When it was complete, she placed the container safely out of the way and sidled up alongside you.

“Ready when you are,” she said, uncertainty coating her tone.

You pulled out the paper with the incantation on it and cleared your throat. The first few words came out broken and weak, but another ripple from the peanut inside you and you found a source of strength you didn’t realize was there. Lighting a match, you threw it into the circle of holy fire, pushed your shoulders back and started the Enochian again. This time, even Charlie noticed the power in your words and took a step back to give you room to work.

“Zod ee reh doh noh koh an beh rah ma geh nah zod peh sah geh”

Charlie then threw the match into the bowl, bringing on a brilliant flash of white light. A small bit of smoke swirled between you, briefly obscuring your view of the fiery ring.

“Did it work?” Charlie asked fanning the smoke from in front of her face.

“I don’t know,” you coughed a little and took a step closer as the obtrusion dissipated.

“You know, all you had to do was call,” Gabriel smirked from the middle of the ring. “Cause, you’ve got a frieeend,” His vessel’s eyebrow raised, and an impish glee penetrated from his hazel eyes as he sung out the last word.

“Gabriel.” His name fell from your lips in a breathy exuberance, which clearly pleased him.

“You really are alive,” Charlie spoke up, more to herself than the room.

“Of course I am. You really think I’d let that asshat big brother of mine take me out? Puh-lease. Have some faith in me ladies. By the way, if you wanted to chat, all you had to do was pray to me. I’ve been lingering for ages now.”

“What the hell does that mean?” you asked as you stared at him curiously.

“It means I know how to lay low; not being picked up on angel radar. But when my prophet’s number came up, I was supposed to be on active duty and kinda forgot. When I finally did peak in, I saw she had already met Crowley. Realizing what why he wanted her, then seeing a Winchester was involved, I decided to play the game a bit differently. How could I not cheat juuuust a little?”

You turned to look at Charlie who was just as confused, yet mesmerized, as you were.

“Um, any chance we could put the fire out. This place is, well, awful. Would love to go somewhere a bit cozier to chat.”

“Ye-Yeah, sure. You’re not gonna bail, right? Cause I have questions…”

He tilted his head and held out his arms as if saying come on…. Deciding to trust him, you went about dosing the ring of holy fire so Gabriel could set out and move around. Once free of the confines he approached Charlie and gave her a good once over.

“Well, aren’t you fun?” he smiled and winked at her, twirling a lock of her bright red hair between his fingers. “I can see why Sam and Dean are so fond of you.”

“Yeah, I like girls,” she bit back with narrowed eyes and a tone full of snark, only making Gabriel chuckle.

“Me too,” he winked again, much bigger this time and turned his attention back to you.

“Do tell Iris I’m sorry about the whole Crowley thing. It was nothing personal, honestly. Just a little oops on my part. But, I knew she’d be fine.”

“So, you are her archangel?” you asked.

“Yep. Screwed the pooch on that one, huh?” he chuckled and shrugged. “Again, nothing personal.”

“And, my fall? You healed me, didn’t you?” you had nothing but a gut feeling on this one, but you still knew he had.

“Guilty as charged, kitten. Couldn’t let the next generation you have there get snuffed out because of an accident. That kid’s gonna change everything.” His tone changed on the last few words and the grin he wore was both proud and righteous. You could see by his expression that he held all the answers you needed, but it also made you somewhat wary of what those would be. Suddenly, you wondered how much you really wanted to know.

You swallowed thickly, trying to decide if you should keep prodding or not. Gabriel took your silence for shock. “No need for the stress lines, Y/N. Uncle Gaby’s got you and the little peanut M&M.”

“Holy shit, it really was you,” you mused in disbelief. “Dr. Shari… you were her. That’s how you healed my back and made the pregnancy symptoms almost nothing. God, I was hungry that day, and for a week after. I barely had morning sickness, my fractures mended in a matter of days. That was all you?”

He shrugged again, but his smirk was less playful and more serious. “Dean isn’t my biggest fan. And this,” he motioned towards your abdomen, “is waaay bigger than him. So, I did what I had to.”

“Well, don’t pat yourself on the back too hard,” Charlie scoffed. “Dean knew it was you in the hospital.”

“Good for him” Gabriel rolled his eyes. “Did he Sherlock his way into figuring out the rest? Hmm?”

“No,” you said, clearing your throat of the emotion you’d felt. “He’s having Iris decode more of the Angel tablet, hoping there’s something about this prophecy she had. Any chance you just wanna fill me in on that? I mean, I think of all people I have the right to know. Why did Crowley want with me?”

“The tablets aren’t gonna tell ya bubkis. That prophecy came straight from Dad and is centuries old bedtime story that the angels have heard since humans came into existence. How or why Iris was just hearing it now, I couldn’t tell ya.”

“Care to share?” Charlie asked.

“Ehh, let me remember it…” Gabriel began pacing around the room, looking up and trying to remember the phrasing. He was mumbling to himself and turned back towards you and Charlie once all the words came back to his recollection.

“Ok, right… when you little creatures were put here in the first place, Dad thought it would be fun to tell a little story to go along with his new creations. A child of emerald eyes created from a lineage direct from these first humans will be born to a man and woman who carry great strength, bravery and resolve. Infused with wisdom and powers of persuasion, this babe will become the light and the dark of the universe. He who harnesses their immense energy will become the one to rule over creation and fulfill the role of God and creator to worlds beyond this one.”

You felt the strength leave your knees, but Charlie was right there to put an arm around your waist, then help you find a seat safely.

“You wanna repeat that?” she asked.

“Would you? It’s kind of a mouthful. Be lucky you didn’t have to be the one to memorize that in Enochian. Yikes,” Gabriel chuckled and clapped his hands together. “But, hey, not bad for trying to remember a centuries-old Sunday school lesson, right? None of us, Archangels or otherwise, thought it would ever be true. It was a story. Until it wasn’t.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to understand what any of this could mean for your baby. Then the questions started… Why you? Why Dean? Why were the two of you chosen to create this child? You wanted to ask him, needed too, but you also realized that doing it on your own was wrong. You and Dean should be doing this together and you shutting him out was no better than what he had been doing to you.

“But why now?” Charlie asked, sensing your reluctance to ask anything more.

“Kiddo, if I knew, I’d tell. Or not. But I don’t know. All I do know is that I was off living the high life hiding in some really kick ass places, my prophet is on deck, I check in once and hear that little story being planted in her mind while she just happens to have visions, too. Lo and behold, there’s a Winchester involved, so I get curious, do a little digging and find out the other side got the memo that,” he paused and gasped for dramatic effect, “It’s Happening!”

“Before, you said my baby would change everything. What does that mean?” You couldn’t imagine any answer he could give that would make you feel any less scared, but you had to ask anyway.

“They’ll be powerful. The influence, they’re going to have over… everything will be immeasurable.”

“What’s the catch?”

“Ah, there’s always a catch isn’t there? Well, it's like this kitten, this kid will tip the scales one way or another and you can bet your sweet ass Crowley will try to tip them in his direction. You know, please for the black eyes. There’s a war coming. Who wins will be decided by who gains the favor of your kid. The will be the one that ultimately ends this war. To the victor go the spoils.”

“But, Sam and Dean, they stopped it. The apocalypse… it won’t happen now.”

Gabriel pursed his lips together, “Pfft. Apocalypse. Please. That was just the opening act. We’re talking Woodstock, here. The Beatles, Live at Bohudakan kinda big. That little tussle between my idiot brothers, that was nothing. What your kid is meant to do? That’s the big leagues.”

“Stop,” you spoke up, quietly. “Just, stop. I’ve heard enough. Charlie, let’s go,” you found your footing and stood, grabbed your bag and started to pack up the supplies and holy oil. “I need to go home… I—I need to talk to Dean.”

Charlie nodded and helped you get everything together. Gabriel watched, amused as you cleaned up any signs of your presence there.

“Hey, kitten. Demons are going to want you. Angels are going to want you. Well, the peanut, anyway.”

You froze. “So how do I know you’re on the level and not just vying to get us first? How can I really believe anything you’re telling me? If this is all true, why linger… why not just show up and tell us what was going on?”

“I guess… you don’t!” he smirked and tilted his head. “You’ll just have to trust me. I don’t owe you, anything. I healed you because I care about what side of the line that kid falls on. I answered this summoning, for the same reason.”

You snorted a laugh. “Right. C’mon Charlie.” You grabbed her elbow and speed walked towards the exit.

“I’ll be around if you need me!” Gabriel called after you as you made your way out of the abandoned warehouse. “Call me!” Was the last thing you heard as you left him behind.

Back at the cars, with the warehouse far behind you, you finally felt able to breathe again. Charlie sat with you in silence, unsure of what to say.

“Y/N… you need to talk to Dean,” she started and stopped when you looked up at her. Your expression said all she needed to know. “Ok, good.”

“Thank you for your help. I won’t include you in my recanting,” you said, trying to smile but falling flat.

“No, tell him I was with you. So, he knows you weren’t alone. That may help to lessen the blow. I can deal with whatever nonsense he throws my way.”

You hugged her tight and promised you’d check in with her once you got back to the bunker. Once she took off, you got into the Chevelle and turned the ignition. When the radio came blaring to life, you turned it up and began fiddling with the stations. Music had a way of streaming into your life whenever you were trying to process something important. Right then, you needed to just process what Gabriel had told you, how you were going to tell Dean, at the same time anxious about how he would be when you got back to the bunker.

Now that there were answers, at least some about the baby and Iris, you needed to find a way to deal with staying safe, and not hunting. As much as you hated to admit it, Dean was right. If Gabriel was being truthful, it wasn’t just a matter of the jobs themselves being dangerous anymore. There was a much deeper threat.

Putting Blanche in gear, you turned the wheel and cut out to the highway, giving her just a bit too much gas, and feeling her tires slip a little. As she fishtailed onto the pavement, you felt the familiar rush of adrenaline spark inside you, something the little peanut felt too.

The endnotes of Boston’s “More Than a Feeling” died down on the radio, and without skipping a beat, “Faithfully” began pouring through the speakers. Your breath caught in your throat the moment Steve Perry’s voice filled the confines of the car. You started to sing along, belting out the words and trying to quell the emotion they elicited.

“Highway run into the midnight sun

Wheels go ‘round and round, you’re on my mind

Restless hearts sleep alone tonight

Sending all my love along the wire”

The increasingly familiar flutter of the baby caught your attention. You were overwhelmed by a rush of love for this unknown little creature that you hadn’t quite had yet. From the moment you found out, until that day, you realized you hadn’t thought much about it. Sometimes, even forgot it was there. But now, it was all you could think about and feel, especially as the song continued to blare through the speakers.

“They say that the road ain’t no place to start a family,

Right down the lines its been you and me…”

That’s when the rush of tears started and wouldn’t stop. You carefully pulled the Chevelle over, and just let them fall for as long as they needed. The song played on and you thought about what this new life was going to look like. The one where it wasn’t just you and Dean anymore. There was another person now that you were both responsible for protecting. You hated yourself at that moment forever telling him you’d leave. You couldn’t. If it meant living in the bunker for the rest of your life and raising your child there, protected, you would do it. If it meant you and Dean could be together and keep your family safe; you’d do and sacrifice anything.

By the time the final chorus was playing, you were able to see through your wet eyes again and drew in a deep breath. You needed to get home… now. As Blanche found her route back to the highway, you were shakily humming along…

“Whooa, oh-oh…

Faithfully,

I’m still yourrss…

I’m forever yours…”

The door to the bunker clunked behind you. You stopped and remembered to turn the latch before you began descending the stairs. You didn’t see the Impala in the garage, so you were sure Dean wouldn’t be there.

You were wrong.

Halfway through the War Room, you noticed his silhouette sitting in the dimly lit library. Dean’s back was to you, but you could see he’d been drinking. His hand slowly reached out for the crystal tumbler at his side and drained what was left in it.

There was a lot for you to talk about, but you didn’t want to right then. Right then, you just missed him and wanted to be with him. Maybe it was the hormones or the fact that he hadn’t touched you in almost two months. It didn’t really matter, you loved him and missed his touch.

You quietly went up the small staircase and into the library. He finally sensed your presence and looked up just in time to see you come ‘round in front of him. You expected him to get angry, start going off on why and how you left. Instead, he said nothing. Dean watched you for a moment, then turned to the decanter on the table and refilled his glass halfway with the whiskey.

“I’d offer you some, but…” his eyes went to your abdomen and he shrugged.

It was your turn to watch him now. He sipped at the liquor a couple times before putting the glass back down. When he gazed back up at you, his features were still soft, no sign of anger in his expression. You stepped closer and gently took his jaw in your hand. His eyes turned serious for a moment, curious as to your intentions.

You bend down closer to his face and saw a spot of whiskey that remained. Craving the taste of it, and him, you leaned over like you were going to kiss him, instead, licking the droplet from his lips.

The moment your tongue brushed against him, his hands were tight on your hips and pulling you in. You fell onto his lap as his hand grabbed a fistful of your hair. Pushing your mouth to his, your tongue tasted the whiskey and greedily inhaled as much of him as you could.

Dean was pawing at your clothes between a barrage of fierce, deep kisses, his breathing heavy and intense. Once your shirt was off, his hands ran over the fabric of your bra and across the flesh of your chest. His fingers wrapped up around your neck and guided you back down to his mouth. He kissed you deeply, growling as your teeth scraped against his bottom lip as you pulled back from him again.

“Don’t do that again,” he whispered roughly.

“Bite your lip?” you teased, but there was nothing playful about how he was looking at you.

He shook his head lightly. “No,” he rasped. He sat up from the chair, making sure you were safely on your feet first. He gingerly pushed you back against the table, so you were now sitting on its surface. He planted himself firmly between your thighs and you wrapped your legs around him.

Dean took your face in his hands and stared into your eyes as seriously as you’ve ever seen him. “Don’t ever talk about leaving me like that again. I don’t think I could do any of this without you, either of you.”

He gently laid you back on the table top. Lightly placing each of his hands on your sides, he bent down and gingerly kissed the slight swell of your stomach. The scratch of his stubble tickled your skin, but you didn’t laugh. You closed your eyes and relished in how it felt. It had been so long since you felt him like this. Your hands went to his head, as he remained there, trailing kisses down your abdomen to the top of your jeans. He unbuttoned them and roughly yanked at them until they were off and tossed aside along with your underwear.

Dean stood back and took you in. Nearly naked, laying before him on the table, he held your gaze as he slowly took off his flannel, then the Henley, casually tossing them to the chair he’d just been sitting in.

You sat up and grabbed at the waistband of his jeans, fumbling with his belt, suddenly desperate to feel him inside you. As you were helping him get free of his clothes, you looked up, unable to hide the sly smile unfurling across your lips.

“Hope no one is due home soon.”

“They’re not,” he replied, his eyes now regaining that devilish gleam you loved so much. “Not ‘til tomorrow.”

“I guess I came home just in time.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed on you as he pushed you back to the table and bent his head down between your thighs. He didn’t tease or taunt, his tongue went straight for the depths of your folds and licked straight up to your clit. The roughness of his tongue sent shivers coursing through your nerves and a whimper from your lips. He lifted your hips up, so your legs wrapped up around his shoulders, while his relentless tongue lashing against your pussy raged on.

“Fuck!” you screamed, loving the feeling of being able to be as loud as you wanted. He loved it too and sucked against your clit before letting his fingers thrust up into you. Dean was bringing you close already, but you didn’t want to cum yet. You just needed to feel him as close to you as possible,

As much as you hated for him to stop, you reached down and lifted his head from between your legs. He didn’t fight you but made his way up your body with lingering kisses. He palmed your breast in his hand, brushing your nipple with the pad of his thumb and you could feel his cock pressing against you, nearly begging to slip inside.

You kissed him fiercely, the taste of yourself and whiskey on his breath making you ache for him. He moved your hips further down the table, and slowly let himself slip inside you. He growled lowly, his eyes fluttering shut. When they opened again, they were not only blown back with lust but full of power you felt like love. Dean’s fingers dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs as he moved in and out, sometimes slipping out and teasing your clit with the head of his cock.

He smirked at how you writhed beneath him when he did, almost like he was punishing you while pleasuring you; he knew how that drove you crazy. But then, he was tired of the games and just wanted to have you. He quickly thrust back up into you sharply. You grabbed the edges of the table to hold on, as he moved in and out methodically at first, but as he went faster, more erratic.

Dean hung his head, his mouth slacked open as he watched you move below. He shifted his hand from the outer part of your thigh and used his thumb against your clit as he fucked you.

“Fuuu, baby… holy shit!” you couldn’t catch your breath, you felt your orgasm flood around him, your overstimulated folds electrified with each continuous brush against his hand. You tried to pull it away from him, but he was stronger and refused to stop. Your back arched, driving him deeper inside you. Reaching up, you grabbed him and pulled him down, his mouth finding yours easily.

Primal groans and grunts emanated from his chest. He stopped kissing you, unable to do that and keep his quickening pace. His breaths were ragged and sharp; you knew he was close. Dean hovered over you, his hips still rocking back and forth, fitfully now, as the head of his dick drug against your folds as he came, leaving your body near convulsing under him, while your name exploited from his mouth.

The room was near silent, only the sounds of you both trying to find your breath again filled the cavernous space. Dean rested his head to your chest and delicately kissed the soft swell of your breasts. He moved down your body to your stomach and kissed you, both hands rested gently upon the small bump that lived there.

He stepped back and helped you sit up, then found your clothes and handed them to you with a thoughtful grin. You dressed in silence, but your eyes kept finding each other and that’s when you knew that despite the argument, and all you still had to discuss, you and Dean were going to be fine. There was love there, and no matter what the future held for your little family, you’d face it together.

He slipped the Henley back over his head, just as you finished buttoning your jeans. Dean leaned back against the table and brought you into the safety of his arms. “You alright?”

You simply nodded and smiled softly. “So, where is everyone? I’m surprised Sam and Iris are out, together.”

“Jody took them on a quick road trip. They’ll be back sometime tomorrow.”

“Jody? Your sheriff friend, Jody?” Suddenly you felt nervous. She was someone you’d heard so much about but hadn’t gotten to meet yet.”

Dean chuckled. “The very same. She popped in to say hi today. Now she’s on baby duty.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm, she’s determined to help us get everything ready. I hope that’s okay.” Dean ran his tongue nervously over his bottom lip. “I mean, I don—”

“Dean, stop. It’s fine. I know we have a lot to talk about, but if you don’t mind, could it wait? Tonight, I just,” you sighed, trying to find the right words to explain what you needed at that moment, “I just want to be with you, no one else. I don’t want to talk or make plans. I want to watch a movie, and have you rest your hand here so you can maybe feel her move.”

Realizing what just came out of your mouth, you and Dean both froze. A dopey sort of smile touched his whole face as his hand when to your stomach.

“Her?”

“I don’t know where that came from… just came out.”

“Well, her is better than it. And, I don’t know, the idea of a little girl. It’s kinda nice.”

You smiled playfully and slipped your arms around his neck. “Very nice, until she’s eighteen and brings home a boy just like dad.” His expression changed instantly from wistfully happy, to panicked. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Don’t worry, I’ll set her straight.”

“I’m sure,” he said and shook his head. “Before we take this into the kitchen for snacks and a movie, I want you to know something. I love you. I think I’ve loved you since that damn Halloween party. I know that this shouldn’t work. Being who we are and doing what we do, but it works. WE work. We, will make this work,” he lightly pressed against where your baby laid.

“I love you, Dean, and I love her. We are going to make this the best, safest home for our girl.”

“Damn straight,” he said, and kissed you again, before taking your hand and leading you down the hallway towards the kitchen.

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Newlyweds are Exhausting to be Around, and Other Such Trials

“Neji and Tenten get engaged, get hitched, and get sappy.

Their friends are not enjoying it.”

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Kiba wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but somehow he had become… drinking bros with Neji.

Yeah, it was weird.

Somewhere along the line of him being Hinata’s friend, and Neji being Naruto’s friend, they had interacted enough that now they sometimes got drinks, just the two of them. As, like, friends and shit.

Which was super weird, because frankly Kiba had kind of always figured he’d get along better with Tenten than Neji. But it turned out Tenten had a low tolerance for the dumb shit he got up to and after a while they’d grate on each other’s nerves. Kiba still wasn’t sure how Lee figured into that equation, because Lee did dumb shit all the time and he and Tenten were besties. Maybe Lee’s irrepressible energy and positive attitude balanced it out.

Whatever.

So now he was genuinely friends with Neji- and he liked the guy too, which was the weirdest part of this… weird equation. He thought Neji was funny, and not just when they were both drunk. Neji had a very dry, sometimes scathing sense of humor, and when he chose to utilize it, Kiba was left reeling.

So sometimes he’d text Neji, or vice versa, and the two of them would meet up at Kiba’s favorite bar and get drinks and sometimes food, and hang out.

Kiba was admittedly a little distracted at this particular meet up, because the Konoha Shinobi were playing a game on TV- but hey, home team! Gotta support your city.

Kiba was watching the TV and nodding along to whatever Neji was saying- work, lawyer stuff, intellectual property this, marrying Tenten that- YO.

He whipped back around to face Neji, beer splashing out of his glass and dribbling over his fingers. He took no notice of it, too busy gaping incredulously at Neji.

For his part, Neji looked smug but also a little apprehensive. Kiba cleared his throat.

“So- like- like- proposing?”

“Yes,” Neji said dryly.

“So- so- you have like, like a ring or whatever-?”

Neji pulled a small velvet box out of his coat pocket, and Kiba had seen enough rom-coms to know what that was.

“You- you’re gonna propose- Tenten-”

Neji was smiling down at the box. “Yes.”

Kiba stared at him for a few more seconds, then collapsed against the back of his seat. “Man, you can’t just throw this on me on a goddamn Thursday night!”

Beautiful wedding, Ino mused to herself. Really, just gorgeous. Classy, as any Hyuga wedding was, with elegant decorations in a beautiful venue.

Yep, yep. Gorgeous.

What wasn’t so nice was the best man getting drunk and crying into the appetizers. The other bridesmaids were far too delicate to deal with Lee, so Ino rolled up her sleeves (metaphorically, of course, her dress was a halter-top (and her decolletage was fire)) and hauled him to the bathroom to douse him in the sink.

She yanked Lee back out of the water by his hair, leaving him sputtering and flailing wildly. She put her mouth by his ear and snarled, “Are you sobered up, or are we gonna do it again?”

Lee made a series of indecipherable noises. Ino hitched her skirt back and declared, “Alright, round six-”

“Ino! I am fine!”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU CRYING, ROCK LEE.”

“I CRY ALL THE TIME IT IS JUST HOW I AM I FEEL EMOTIONS VERY INTENSELY AND I OWE IT TO MYSELF TO EXPRESS THEM I AM SORRY FOR YELLING.”

Ino groaned and let go of his hair. “Fine! Fine.” She shoved her finger in his face, and he went cross-eyed trying to watch it. “But of you keep being so loud and making a scene, I am going to rip your eyebrows right off your forehead!”

“No!” Lee clapped his hands over said eyebrows. “I just got them threaded!”

“You did?” Ino snapped her hand to his wrists, trying to see the brows. “But they’re still so bushy!”

Lee looked indignant. “I have thick eyebrows! On fleek!”

Ino threw her hands up in the air. “Fine! God. But my threat stands. No distracting from the bride and groom!”

He regarded her very somberly. “You are very intimidating.”

“Thank you.” They regarded each other for a moment, before Lee turned to the mirror and straightened out his tie and hair.

After a moment of staring into space, arms crossed and hip propped against the sink, Ino blurted, “But do you think I’m too intimidating?”

“Uh, what?” That was probably the most normal thing Lee had ever said.

“It’s- ugh, it’s- friggin’ Sai.”

“The artist you brought with you as your plus one? He is very handsome, although I am somewhat concerned over how pale he is. Do you know if he’s ever had a vitamin D deficiency? I brought supplements, and would be happy to provide-”

“Wait, wait.” Ino stared at him. “You brought- you brought vitamin D supplements to your best friends’...s… friends’s’s- the wedding of your two best friends?”

“Well, more than vitamin D, I have several nutritional supplements in my bag- of course, I did not bring it into the ceremony-”

“Why?”

“It would have been rude, and rather strange, to be holding a bag full of supplements and vitamins in a wedding ceremony.”

“No, of course I didn’t mean that, why did you bring them at all?”

“In case Neji or Tenten needed some! They are both very stressed out. Neji didn’t blink all of yesterday.”

“I- okay.” Ino raised her hands in surrender. “Props to you, for being such a spectacular best man.”

“Thank you!” Lee paused and carefully smoothed down his eyebrows. “Now, what is the matter with you and Sai?”

Ino waved her hand dismissively. “Oh that’s- that’s not important, we should get back to the reception-”

“Nonsense, Ino! You can tell me, and perhaps I can offer you helpful insight!”

She contemplated it, fingers tapping against the sink, then sighed. “Yeah, okay.”

“Splendid!”

“It’s just… I’ve known Sai as long as Neji and Tenten have been together, and I thought he felt the same way I did… but we’ve been “sort of” together for a year now and it’s always me taking the initiative and planning dates and just like, doing all of the emotional labor too-” She cut herself off and ground her teeth together. “I feel like he’s with me because it’s the path of least resistance.”

Lee nodded slowly. “I see.”

The stood in silence for a few moments, before Ino sagged against the wall and asked, “You’re with Gaara, how’d that happen? He’s not super emotive either, maybe it’s a similar situation.”

He tilted his head thoughtfully. “With me and Gaara… Gaara may not be emotive, but he is deeply contemplative, and he realized how he felt for me on his own and addressed it in a very straightforward way.”

Ino listened in silence. “I do not know Sai very well, but it seems to me that Sai does not acknowledge his emotions in the same manner, nor do you wait for other people to give you permission to do what you want.”

Ino shot him a quick glance, brows raised. Lee backtracked hastily. “I do not mean that in a bad way. In fact, as a woman in a STEM field, I think your drivenness has led to, to great success in your endeavours where you may otherwise not have been- uh, successful-”

Ino couldn’t help but laugh at his panic. “It’s okay, Lee. I’ve known I’m a boss-ass bitch my entire life.”

“Ah, yes. With regards to Sai, I think your control, paired with his- hm, I cannot think of a word-”

“Lack of emotion?”

“For lack of a better term at the moment, sure. You lead things, Ino, and Sai is used to that. It may be that he thinks you would not like him taking any initiative.”

“Huh.” Ino’s nails clinked against the sink. “That’s… that’s very insightful, Lee. Thank you.”

“Of course!”

They stood in silence for a moment. Ino’s nails on the marble were the only sound to fill the room.

“Control… heh.” Ino smirked a little.

Lee asked blithely, “Does Sai ever top, or are you always “in control”?”

Ino shrugged a shoulder elegantly, unfazed. “Well, if he’s been good.”

Neji and Tenten returned from their honeymoon relaxed, romantic, and way more handsy than was strictly necessary.

At least, that was Sakura’s opinion as she watched them make out in a public space for the second time in five minutes. With her seated right in front of them.

Are you serious? Right in front of my salad? She thought to herself, then patted herself on the back. So there, trainee who called her “out of the loop”. She was hip.

Hm. She sounded like Kakashi. Maybe she wasn’t so hip.

She looked up at her dining companions. They’d separated, thankfully, but were definitely sitting closer than they normally did. A few scootches closer and they’d be in each other’s laps.

And while Sakura was glad they’d had a good time on their honeymoon and were all in love and stuff, she wasn’t so glad about… all the kissing. Because she wanted to talk to her friends, and she couldn’t do that if their mouths were otherwise occupied.

Frankly, this was the behavior she expected from Ino, directed at a non-participative Sai. (Sai never responded to Ino’s public displays of affection, and it was hilarious to watch her get more and more amorous while Sai just… sat there.)

But hey. Newlyweds. It wasn’t something that Sakura could truly understand- yet, she promised herself, glaring at her bare ring finger. She’d get there, damn it.

Tenten always told him it was creepy, but Lee loved to watch the affection blossom between his two dearest friends.

He’d cried all through their rehearsal dinner, wept his way through the wedding, sobbed as he drove them to the airport for their honeymoon, howled as he picked them up again two weeks later, and now was whimpering into his sweatband as he watched them spar in the dojo.

They’d sparred there before, of course, as a couple and just as friends, but there was nothing quite like marriage to bring out fiery passion in combat.

Tenten pinned Neji to the mat, but it certainly wasn’t a normal sort of pin- she straddled his waist and twined her fingers with his to press his hands into the mat by his head. Lee could see numerous way for Neji to escape her hold, and was about to cheer him on when Tenten ducked her head down to kiss her husband.

Oh, Lee thought. I see.

After a moment of thought, he glanced back down at his Fitbit. The numbers clicked to twenty seconds, and he slapped his palm down on the floor with a loud bang and declared “Twenty second pin! Tenten wins the round!”

The couple tore apart and stared at him for a few seconds, before Neji whipped his head around and stared up at Tenten suspiciously. She muttered, “Oh, yeah, the spar,” before noticing his look and exclaiming, “What, you think that was a deliberate distraction?!”

Neji narrowed his eyes.

“In any case,” Lee said cheerfully, “That’s two of three for Tenten- she wins the match!”

Tenten threw her arms in the air and whooped, then shrieked and tucked her elbows protectively into her side as Neji reached up to prod his fingers into her ribs.

Hinata knocked on the door of her cousin’s home with some trepidation. Based on Sakura’s recount of the lunch she’d had with them earlier that week, she could expect her cousin and his lovely new wife to be quite… engrossed in one another.

Not that she disliked Neji, or Tenten. In fact, Tenten was quickly endearing herself to Hinata because she’d always seemed to want to get to know her better, not because Hinata was her significant other’s cousin, but because she genuinely liked her. Hinata was shy and stumbling and slow to form friendships, and Tenten’s straightforward but relaxed attitude was soothing to her.

But still, Hinata wasn’t looking forward to watching her lock lips with her cousin slash brother figure.

She steeled herself mentally as the door clicked open, preparing for- well, she wasn’t quite sure, but she was certainly expecting some form of- of debauchery.

The door opened and Tenten stood in the entrance, smiling warmly at Hinata and looking relatively un-debaucherous. She was dressed in worn sweatpants and a faded t-shirt, with a bandana over her hair and a streak of grime on her cheek.

“Hey Hinata! Sorry, we got caught up moving some stuff around and I forgot to get changed.”

“Oh, no, that’s alright,” Hinata responded, ever polite.

“Come on in! Neji’s preoccupied with being stupid and wrong, but I can make some tea-”

Neji’s voice called indignantly through the halls, “I’m not the one who thinks the sofa should against the back wall.”

“It’s better than wedging it in the corner, like some kind of idiot.” Tenten yelled back. She turned back to Hinata with a pleasant smile. “Tea?”

Hinata suppressed a giggle. “Th- that sounds lovely.”

She followed Tenten into the house. She’d visited the house a few times with them while they were first viewing it, and then again after they’d bought it. She had yet to see it with the two of them officially moved in- though by the sound of it, they weren’t quite completely settled.

(Something that she, Hanabi, and eventually their father had spent much time discussing was the fact that the couple bought a four bedroom house- the master, a guest bedroom downstairs, and two more in the upstairs.)

Tenten escorted her into the kitchen and grabbed the tea set as Hinata sat down at the table. Hinata recognized the tea set as the one she had gotten them for their engagement gift. The sight of the set made her beam- it was set out prominently and clearly used often. Neji, of course, liked tea very much, and though she had been slightly trepidatious that Tenten wouldn’t use it that apparently wasn’t the case.

The soft fall of footsteps behind her made Hinata turn, and she smiled at Neji as he entered the kitchen. He smiled back in greeting, condescendingly patting her head as he passed by her. Hinata stifled an eye roll. Brothers.

Neji stopped a few feet away from Tenten and folded his arms. “The couch is too short for the wall. We’re putting it in the corner.”

Tenten spun to face him and jostled the tea set, spilling hot water on her hands. She cursed and examined her fingers, scowling at Neji when he jerked towards her in alarm. “Couches can’t be too short for a wall. That’s nonsense. You’re full of nonsense.”

“Is your hand all right?”

“Your… hand is... all right. Shut up. I don’t know. Leave me alone.”

“Eloquent,” Neji said dryly, pushing past her and nudging her out of the way as he began preparing the tea. Tenten huffed and sat down across from Hinata at the table.

“So, Hinata, has your school year been off to a good start?”

Hinata had a brief but intense flashback to three weeks previous, when she’d made half of her second-hour class write letters to their parents explaining why they had failed a lab and had to go to the nurse’s office for burn treatment. “It’s… why did I decide to teach middle school?”

Tenten snorted. “Hell if I know. I could barely manage to TA for undergrads when I was getting my master’s.”

“You also have the patience of a wolverine,” Neji said, smoothly placing cups of finely-brewed tea in front of the two women. He took a seat next to Hinata with his own cup, and looked quite satisfied with himself after tasting it.

“I have plenty of patience. Don’t worry about it.”

“Believe me, I’m not worried. I’m not some poor undergraduate student, after all.”

“You-”

“Anyway, Hinata,” Neji smoothly turned to his cousin, leaving Tenten griping to herself behind him. “What happened to make you question your career choice so thoroughly?”

As Hinata departed not quite three hours later, she was gratified to realize that she hadn’t actually seen any overly expressive displays of affection between the two of them- in fact, nothing at all. Apparently the newlyweds were capable of toning it down.

Just out of the doorway, she realized she’d left her keys on the table, and turned back. Neji and Tenten had walked her to the door, and had turned around to walk back into the house once Hinata had reached the steps outside. Their position a few feet down the hallway gave Hinata a front row spot to watch her cousin grab Tenten’s bottom and squeeze.

As her soul left her body in mortification, Hinata frantically wondered if she really needed her car keys, or if she could just walk towards home until she passed out in the sidewalk.

Choji admittedly wasn’t very close to Tenten, or to Neji, but he was friends with both of them, and had listened to Neji drunkenly talk about marrying Tenten, and Tenten’s hair, and her eyes, and how she scrunched up her nose, for two hours straight at his bachelor’s party.

(Drunk Neji was highly unsettling- he enunciated perfectly and possessed fine motor functions, but he had no filter and would go for minutes on end without blinking. Sometimes he’d cock his head, birdlike, and stare with pale, haunting eyes.

It made Choji appreciate how conscious Neji normally was about the effect his unusual eyes could have- most of the time, he would tone down their effect with indirect eye contact and minute facial expressions. But blank and staring was not something that was fun for the receiving party.)

So, even if he wasn’t best friends with the couple, he still had several mutual friends with them, and was comfortable talking to either of them alone. For a little bit, and then he wanted Ino or Shikamaru to come and help with the conversation.

Right now, he was trying to send Ino an SOS across the room, staring at her as she flirted incessantly with that painter-artist guy. He’d been talking to Tenten, which was fine, Tenten was super nice, but somehow Neji had shown up and things had gotten… weird.

At face value, they were having a normal conversation, but based on their tone of voice and all the pauses, there was some sex thing going on underneath it.

Neji sipped some of his wine, eyes fixated on his wife. “Tenten, I doubt it.”

See like- like that. Why would he need to say her name before a three-word phrase? All she had said was that she thought Hanabi would be late.

Choji beamed his SOS gaze at Ino as hard as he could. She was completely oblivious, and Choji watched in resignation as the painter (Sai, his name was Sai) turned away for a hot second and Ino immediately tugged down the neckline of her shirt, then rearranged the placement of her boobs. She was smiling coyly up at Sai by the time he turned around. (To his credit, the guy didn’t so much as blink.)

Always great to see one of your childhood best friends grope themselves into looking more attractive. Speaking of which…

Choji let out a quiet sigh of relief as Shikamaru’s hand clapped down on his shoulder in greeting. He nodded to Tenten and Neji and said, “Hey, Tenten, thanks again for getting the alcohol-free drinks. We really appreciate it.”

Choji glanced over to where Temari was sitting with her feet propped up, talking to Lee and Gaara with her plate balanced on her belly and her mocktail in one hand.

Tenten blinked slowly and took a long swig of her beer. “Yes, that was me who coordinated that. All- all me. Yes.”

Next to her, Neji quirked his brow and looked self-righteous, but said nothing.

With Shikamaru’s presence, the conversation turned back into the normal human spectrum, and Choji almost cried into his food in relief.

He didn’t, of course. He didn’t want to get his bread all soggy.

Temari smirked to herself as she watched her partner rescue Choji from what had apparently been a very uncomfortable conversation, if the frantic looks were to be of any indication.

To be fair, Tenten and Neji had only been married for about a month and a half. They were bound to be very intensely into each other, and being the witness of that was no doubt mortifying.

Watching them made her somewhat thankful that she’d circumvented the whole “marriage” nonsense, because if she had to spend a honeymoon in close quarters with Shikamaru they’d end up murdering each other and wasting the probably ridiculous amount of money they would’ve had to spend on a wedding.

Sure, Yoshino was pissed that her darling little boy had knocked up his girlfriend and was going to have a bastard kid, but neither Shikamaru or Temari wanted to get married, not even to each other. And yes, Yoshino had decided to blame Temari for corrupting Shikamaru, but the woman apparently didn’t know her kid at all if she really thought he’d ever wanted to get married.

Temari took another pull from her mocktail. Yoshino was set on making the two of them miserable, until they either married or seperated. Both were unlikely to happen, so Temari was just bracing herself to never get along with her sort-of mother-in-law.

She pulled herself from her brooding- no sense in bringing her in-law problems to a housewarming party, after all- and caught the tail end of Lee’s story about a bird, two bench press weights, and a cheese stick that looked like the Eiffel Tower.

It really seemed more like a “you had to be there” sort of story, but Gaara was doing his equivalent of an indulgent smile as he listened to his partner speak animatedly, so Temari was more than willing to listen to Lee prattle on.

In some ways, it was Tenten and Temari that had facilitated Lee and Gaara’s relationship- not because the two of them were friends. Definitely not.

Because in high school, thirty seconds after meeting each other, Temari had darkly promised Tenten that she was going to beat her black and blue.

Tenten- prep school, sports scholarship, white collar family Tenten- had sneered right back, and told Temari that she’d cut out her eyes before Temari could even lay a hand on her.

One brutally bloody fist (and knife) fight later, Temari had emerged victorious but badly wounded, and gone home slightly shaken at the unexpected grit behind the girl she thought was a common trust fund baby.

Turned out, before Tenten’s father had settled in Konoha, he’d run a black-market arms deal, and had raised his kid to be just as vicious as he’d had to be. What Tenten lacked in stamina she made up for in skill. Temari still had several faded scars from this first encounter.

The competition between the two of them went on for years- anytime they saw each other, they were at each other’s throats. But a series of events disrupted Temari’s bloody lifestyle, and before she quite knew how it happened she herself was a trust fund baby at Konoha Prep.

It was tense, to say the least. Especially when Kankuro and Tenten went out for a month- why and how it happened, Temari didn’t know, but coming home and watching them neck on the couch was something Temari was glad she wouldn’t see again.

They’d broken up amicably enough, and somehow remained friends. Eventually the friendship had transferred to Temari as well, and she and Tenten would beat each other up at the judo. In a friendly way. Then they’d stitch themselves up and talk shit about each other. In a friendly way.

Temari watched as Tenten absently smoothed over Neji's tie, even as they were deep in discussion with Shikamaru and Choji. He gave the top of her head a soft look, then pulled her in and kissed her temple. They’d been pretty close in high school too, Temari remembered. Kankuro probably never had any real chance.

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Surprise Visit - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Stiles has been your best friend for, well, ever. There's nothing you guys didn't do together, or tell each other, there were zero secrets in your relationship. The day Scott had gotten the bite, Stiles was at your door telling you that Scott was a werewolf and he didn't even know it yet. Which struck you as odd, but it was Stiles, so everything he did was always on the odd spectrum, but he was also the smartest person you knew, and was almost always right about everything, and of course, made him like other intelligent people. Like Lydia Martin.

You didn’t hate her, she's beautiful, intelligent, rich and a friggin' Banshee to top off everything, no wonder Stiles was in love with her, so was half the school. But she liked to show people she was better than them, wearing everything designer, driving the nicest cars, dating the hottest boys, and getting the best grades to get into an Ivy League school. The amount of envy you had for her, made you dislike her even more.

Stiles' crush was known by the entire world, even Lydia herself, and even though you spent hours trying to tell him that she was no good for him, and that she didn't even like him, that she was still in love with Jackson, it didn’t matter, which pissed you off even more.

And here we are, both off to college, Lydia in an Ivy League school, Stiles in Quantico, and you still in Beacon Hills, commuting to college so you didn't have to lose your internship with the Sheriff. At least Scott was around.

Stiles broke your heart without even knowing, by making out with Lydia on the last day of school, by the Jeep he was about to take you home in. He didn't know you saw, you just stood there dumbfounded that he was making out with girl of him dreams, when yesterday, she wanted nothing to do with him.

"I don't know, maybe I should just give up" your mind flashed back to what Stiles told you a few months ago.

"She just doesn’t know how great you are" you charmed, winking at him.

"I'm serious (y/n), she's perfect" he gushed, falling back on the bed so his head was over the side, looking at you upside down while you sat on the floor.

"She's alright" you shrugged, your nose turning up. You tried to hide your face so Stiles wouldn't see, but he was too wrapped up in his day dream to even notice your disgust.

"She smart, beautiful, her hair is gorgeous, and she always says what's on her mind" he said with literal heart eyes.

"Stiles" you spoke up, your stomach in knots, wanting to tell him how you actually felt. He finally zoned in on you, flipping over so he could see you straight, urging you with his eyes to continue, but your confidence dropped, you're no Lydia, "We should probably focus on this project".

You walked home crying, not wanting to interrupt his make out session, and also not wanting to show him how much watching that hurt. He can tell you all about it on the phone later. Which he did, in great detail, which you promptly ignored by doing some homework to avoid the heartache.

Stiles left for college a few months ago, and unfortunately, he's been so busy working and getting A's that he hasn't talked to you too much, although he texts you everyday telling you how his day was, and asks you how his dad has been doing, but you haven't heard for him in a week, and you were starting to get worried.

"Hey Sheriff" you greeted as you walked into the station, giving a smile to Parish that you've developed a crush on since he started getting friendly with the group, "Have you talked to Stiles lately, I haven't heard from him".

"Huh?" he asked distracted with a file in his hand before hearing the question, "Uh, yeah, he's uh, having a little bit of a girl issue".

"Wait, what?" you asked, shocked that Stiles didn't even bother to tell you, "with Lydia?"

"Yeah" he dragged out, "he said she dumped him or something, I don't know, he hasn't said much else to me…"

The Sheriff kept talking, but your mind shut down on everything that didn't have to do with seeing Stiles right now. He's heartbroken, you don't even have to guess, this was the woman of his dreams, and she just up and left him? There's no way you weren't going to visit him.

"(y/n)" the Sheriff said, trying to get your attention.

"I'm sorry, Sheriff, I have to go" you said whipping out your phone, "I probably won't be in for the next week, I have to go see Stiles".

"He's in Quantico" he called out, as you opened the door to leave.

"I know" you stated, pulling up Stiles name, and holding the phone to your ear, "that's why I need a week- Stiles call me back right now, I'm heading to Virginia, I'm taking the first flight out".

You sped to your house to pack your things in a hurry, letting your mom know what was going on after she freaked out thinking you were running away from home. In less than 30 minutes you had everything, and even if you didn't you would buy it when you got there. You took a moment to sit on your bed and look for some flights, since you were leaving today, the slots were pretty slim, but you were able to get a flight for pretty cheap that left in 2 hours, which meant you needed to leave now.

"Mom, I need you to drive me to the airport, flight leaves in 2 hours" you said, throwing her, her keys.

Your mom nodded, knowing how important Stiles was to you. Not only as a friend, but your mom was your best friend and you had confided to her about your feelings when you swung open the door with tears in your eyes the day you say Stiles making out with Lydia.

You were waved through security without a problem, and made your way to your gate to board, you got there just in time. You pulled your phone out once more to call Stiles, but it went straight to voicemail, which could only mean one of three things, he was in class, his phone died, or things are much worse than you had originally thought.

"Hey Stiles, look, I'm on my way, I'm on my flight now, I'll be there in 4 hours, please call me back, I'm buying wifi just in case" you ended.

You paid for the wifi, and then sat back in relax. Thankfully, this flight had movies and shows to choose from so you could distract your mind, but by the time you landed, there was nothing from Stiles.

When you deplaned, you immediately went to Starbucks, your heart was racing fast enough, but you haven't had your morning coffee yet, and your head was hurting for caffeine withdrawal.

Finally, as you called for an Uber, Stiles texted you.

Hey, I was in class, are you really here right now?

This wasn't a conversation for text, you clicked his name and called him, while getting into your Uber and reassuring him where to go.

"Hey" he said cheerfully.

"Hey!" you responded back, "I'm in a Uber right now, I'll be there in like 20 minutes, can you meet me somewhere?"

"Uh, yeah" he answered in a questioning tone, "Uh, there's a café like right by the entrance you can meet me at."

"Awesome, I'll see you in 20 okay?" you asked, wanting to know if he actually wanted you there by the tone he would give.

"Can't wait!" you could hear his smile as he hung up the phone.

The buildings were beautiful, as soon as you pulled up you were awestruck and so jealous that Stiles got to live here until his training was over. You saw the café he mentioned, and made your way over, looking through the window to see him standing there in his white dress shirt and black tie, a coffee in hand. His eyes caught yours in the window and his smile beamed, almost tripping on his way out the café.

"HI" he beamed, crushing your bone with a hug.

"Hey!" you hugged back, smiling wide.

"Fuck, I've missed you, come on" he ushered, grabbing your suitcase for you and leading you back to his single dorm that his dad convinced him to get.

"How was your Uber ride?" he questioned, the smile still apparent.

"Literally, as soon as I got off the phone with you, he tried to make very awkward conversation" you giggled, following Stiles into his room.

"I can't believe you're here" he beamed again, pulling you into another hug, "why'd you decide to come here so sudden?"

This was awkward. Maybe his dad was wrong, maybe there was tons of girls here crawling all over him, and that was his 'girl troubles'.

"Uh" you said awkwardly, giving him a confused look, "your dad said Lydia broke up with you and.. I thought you'd be heart broken, and could use a friendly face".

"Oh" his smile faded, no longer looking at you, "yeah, she called and ended everything, said we were too far away and she couldn't handle that".

"Okay, but I just flew here in 4 hours to see you, so why couldn't she drive from Boston to here?" you questioned, annoyed at the dumb excuse.

"I don't know, it doesn't really matter" he shrugged.

"No Stiles, it matters" you stated, "you're the greatest person, the most loving, caring, genuine person and I have the privilege to call you my best friend for years, and if Lydia can't see that, then she doesn't deserve you".

"Thanks" he cracked a smile, "I wish I could find someone that cares about me as much as you do".

Ouch. You wanted to scream, to tell him that you were, that you've been in love with him since high school but couldn't say anything because fucking LYDIA!

"Okay" you stated, trying to work your way into his heart, "what if you did?"

He stared at you for a long moment, for a second you thought he was seeing right through your plan, "I'd have to scoop her up, and never let her go" he winked.

"What if she looked exactly like me" you smirked, hoping this one sunk in a little more than the last hint.

"As beautiful as you? I couldn't get that lucky" his face was pink, smiling down at the ground, hoping you didn't see.

"What if she was me, and you understood what I was saying" you rolled your eyes with a smirk, hoping he would look up at your face to see how sincere you were.

He snickered and shook his head at the ground, causing the smile to vanish from your face. What have you done? But when he looked up at you, he had smitten eyes, a small smile on his face as his eyes bored into yours.

He didn't say anything, just got up off his bed and maneuvered his way over to the chair you were sitting in.

"I have loved you since the first day I met you in third grade" he said before you cupped your face and planted his lips passionately onto yours. It was a soft kiss, but with so much built up passion and tension behind it. You could feel how nervous he was about the spontaneity of it, but as soon as you started kissing him with the same amount of passion, the nerves faded.

He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, before squatting down to get to eye level with you in the chair, "I just never wanted to say anything and ruin it all" he finished.

You chuckled, "I felt the same way when I saw you making out with Lydia on the last day of school, I was going to tell you, but, then that happened".

"I'm sorry" he said, grabbing your hands, "I never thought you wanted this, never thought it would hurt you or make you jealous".

You shrugged, you didn't want to hear about Lydia anymore, "Hey, we're here now, and I guess that's all that matters" you pulled him closer for a quick peck. There was a sweet silence in the air as he pulled you to the bed to lay in his arms and cuddle for a few minutes. This is what you dreamed of, literally. There were days where you would lay in your bed, and just imagine him there, maybe not even together, maybe just hanging out, but this is definitely everything you have ever wanted.

"So wait" he broke the silence, "does this mean were dating now, like I didn't formally ask you or anything, so I'm a little confused on how adult relationships work, is it assumed or like do I have to buy to something to make it official" he rambled until you cut him off with a kiss.

"Yeah, I'd say were dating" you chuckled, laying back down on his chest.

"Thank god" he breathed out, "I was so unprepared".

You both laughed for a good while, calming down from the happiness you were sharing, enough to lay together and stare at each other.

"How are you ever going to be an FBI agent?" you smirked, hugging him closer to you, before ending the morning with a nap.

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