#he’s having a sleepover but only Alan is invited

[shanediomorrissey]

I can be ur angle or ur devil

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

I Got You (Part 2)

Summary: The reader has a quieter morning with Jensen while trying to convince him that he needs to talk to his family sooner rather than later if he wants to start feeling better...

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 5,900ish

Warnings: language, angst, lying, mention of alcoholism, fluff

A/N: Might do more of this, who knows. Enjoy!

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Jensen was asleep when you woke, hair messy, covers tucked up under his chin. He’d probably be hungover. He normally was if he’d drunk too much, even if he threw up. Very gently you ran your hand through his hair, surprised when he rolled over to face you and snuggled into your side. He still seemed so small, so unlike the guy that was normally one to shove his crap down inside. He let stuff out in acting he’d told you once. He let it out when he did boxing or lifted weights. He let it out alone. It seemed to work for him so you never thought much of it.

Occasionally you found him upset though. When he was eighteen and almost quit acting. You flew out on a Thursday night after class and stayed with him that weekend, helping him to stop freaking the fuck out. God he freaked out more than most everyone knew. Laid back, easy going, go with the flow, that was the image everyone had of him. The anxiety used to be bad but you knew he acted through it, pretended he was cool with it all and it worked pretty well for him. You could still tell though when he got quiet and let other people speak that it was still there. It was hardwired into him. But it was better than it used to be.

But for the first time in his life you were fairly certain he was anxious to see his family and that was enough to send you into new territory with him.

“Don’t,” he mumbled when you stopped moving your hand through his strands. You started moving again, his face burrowed down under your arm.

“You’re okay,” you whispered, hoping he’d have fallen back asleep. Instead he peeled open his eyes and turned his head up, staring at you with big green eyes. “I love you.”

He smiled and moved his head up to your shoulder, reaching his arm across your waist and holding you tight.

“I love you too,” he said. You leaned your head down and kissed his temple, Jensen squirming a little. “I give you the forehead kisses.”

“You’re just gonna have to get used to me kissing you all sorts of places,” you smirked.

“I am very okay with that,” he said, a softer look about him. “It’s been a bit since I’ve been with someone.”

“I know,” you said as you played with his hair.

“You okay? With the whole Andrew situation?” he asked quietly. You nodded and he stared at you, trying to hide the fact he was happy Andrew was gone but still concerned you were hurt.

“I was on the way out the door with him anyways. He couldn’t respect you and if he can’t do that, he has no place in my life. It’d be like me asking you to give up Jared. It’s just insane.”

“To be fair Jared and Gen are some of your best friends too,” chuckled Jensen.

“But you get my point. Relationships are give and take and he always took. Andrew was tolerable until he wasn’t. I don’t want to spend my life tolerating my husband most of the time and hating him the rest. I’d rather love him and occasionally tolerate, you know,” you said.

“Not for any particular reason but do I have any habits that...annoy you?” he asked. 

“Yes. But I know I can annoy you too. Don’t worry about you. You’re different,” you said. He stared at you and you ran your thumb over his cheek. “Jensen think of it this way. I don’t expect to always like my husband 100% of the time. He’ll piss me off and annoy me and all of that. But I do expect to always love him. Andrew...that never happened with him. But there is someone in my life that even when he frustrates me or bugs me I’ve never not loved. He’s different. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he said. He leaned up and kissed you, cupping your cheek with a gentle little smile on his face. 

“We waited twenty five years. We can take this slow, okay?” you said. He nodded and lay back in bed, tracing his finger over the curves of your face.

“Always wondered what it’d be like to do this...wake up next to you in the morning,” he said. He booped your nose and smiled. “You’re so soft.”

“I moisturize,” you said, Jensen chuckling. “How was it that I learned how to have a proper skincare regime from you? Shouldn’t this have been the other way around?”

“I wear more makeup than you do,” he teased. “Do you remember that time you slept over senior year unexpected?”

“Very well,” you said as you smiled.

“Hi, Mr. Ackles,” you said, forcing a half-smile as he opened the front door. 

“Hey, kiddo. Jensen’s not home. He’s sleeping over Jack’s house. I’m sure the boys are still there,” he said. You nodded and shrugged, getting a nod as he noticed the bag on your shoulders. “How’s your dad?”

“My parents had a big fight tonight. Dad...he said he was going out to get drunk. Mom doesn’t want me home if he relapses,” you said. 

“Come on,” he said as he pulled you inside. “You eat dinner yet?”

“I’m okay,” you said and he rolled his eyes. “I’m hungry.”

“Put your bag in Jensen’s room. You can have his bed tonight. I don’t imagine you want to go hang out with the boys too much right now,” he said.

“Jack doesn’t like me,” you said. He raised an eyebrow and you shrugged. “It’s a guys night or something. I’m okay hanging out here...if that’s okay.”

“You come here and knock on the door you’ll always have a place to stay, Jensen or no Jensen,” he said. 

“I wish my dad was like you. Didn’t drink at all.”

“I never cared much for it. But as far as you know he hasn’t drunk yet and he’s still seven years clean. That’s not easy.”

“I know. I’ll be back in a minute,” you said. You jogged upstairs and set your bag down in Jensen’s room, passing by his sister’s room on the way out.

“Jensen’s not home,” she said, hopping up and rounding the corner into the hall.

“Yeah,” you said. “I’m gonna stay here tonight anyways, Kenzie.”

“Kenzie! Beth is here!” called Jensen’s mom from downstairs.

“Bye, Y/N,” she said, giving you a quick hug before she ran down with her backpack.

“Later, dork,” you said with a smile. You went down and heard a car pulling out of the driveway, Jensen’s parents both working the kitchen. “Can I help?”

“You can set the table, sweetie,” said his mom. You went to the cupboard with plates and got out three, setting everything down after a minute. You poured yourself a glass of water, smiling when you saw they’d made creamy chicken casserole. Jensen’s dad carried over the dish and set it on the table, scooping some out for each of you. His mom set down a bowl of sweet mashed potatoes and you hummed. “I made extra. I know how much you like them.”

“Thanks, Mrs...my mom called you guys before she dropped me off, didn’t she,” you said with a sigh.

“Yes, she did, and we made your favorite dinner. Sue us,” said his dad. 

“Thanks,” you said quietly. You started to eat, even munching on the broccoli in the casserole. 

“So why doesn’t Jack like you?” asked his dad. You gave him a look and he cocked his head. “Y/N…”

“Cause I’m not popular,” you said. You poked at your potatoes and played with them before sighing. “It’s fine, really. I don’t like him either so it works out.”

“He always seemed like a nice kid,” said his dad.

“I always thought he was a little shit,” said his mom. You smiled and she returned it. “What’s Jensen think of this? It’s not like he tells us anything.”

“He’s seventeen. What are you expecting?” said his dad. “But yeah, what’s he think?”

“It’s fine. We tolerate each other cause we both like being Jensen’s friend. I don’t know. He just doesn’t like me cause Jensen does stuff with me sometimes and doesn’t invite his other friends too. It’s up to Jensen who he wants to hang out with, not me.”

“Well we like you much better than Jack if it’s any consolation,” he said. 

“Thanks. Jensen can hang out with his guy friends without me though,” you said. You pushed your food around a bit before you ate again, his parents shifting the topic to you picking out a major for school the next year.

Half an hour later you were making some cinnamon rolls with his mom when the front door opened.

“Jensen?” she called, his dad sitting in a chair and watching TV.

“I forgot my wallet. We’re going to the movies,” he shouted back. “Mom, where’s my wallet?”

“In your backpack pocket. I told you to keep it in your back pocket,” she said.

“I had practice so I…” he said as he popped into the kitchen and saw you there. “What are you doing here?”

“Just…” you said, looking down.

“Is your dad drinking again?” he asked quietly.

“Maybe. They got in a fight. Mom wanted me out of the house in case it wasn’t a good night,” you said. He stared at you and you looked away, surprised when he was suddenly there grabbing your hand. “Jensen.”

“Come to the movies with us. I’ll pay for your ticket,” he said. 

“I’m making rolls with your mom,” you said.

“They’ll be there when we get back. Come on,” he said.

“Ackles!” shouted Jack from the foyer. Jensen stepped back into view of the hall, taking you with him. Jack saw you and shot you a dirty look. “Jensen you coming or what?”

“Actually, not,” he said. He narrowed his eyes and dropped your hand, going down the hall. He walked outside with Jack, the two of them saying something before about thirty seconds later Jensen was walking back in with his duffel. He dropped it by the stairs and walked back over to you. 

“I thought you were having a guy’s sleepover tonight,” you said.

“Yeah well...fuck him,” said Jensen. 

“Jensen,” said his mom with a frown.

“I’m only his friend because of baseball and if he is so worked up at the sight of you then screw him. I’ll hang out with the guys some other time. I’d rather have a sleepover with you.”

“Better be a no fucking kind of sleepover,” said his dad.

“Alan,” said his mom. 

“Guys, it’s Y/N,” said Jensen. His dad mumbled and Jensen grabbed your hand, pulling you upstairs. “Video games?”

“Okay with me.”

“Y/N,” said Jensen from his bed that night. You had your eyes squeezed shut from where you lay on the air mattress, something his parents had bought years and years ago for you when you were regularly staying over. “Y/N.”

“What Jensen?” you said quietly.

“Are you crying?” he whispered. You rolled your eyes and heard the bed creak behind you. You pulled the blanket over your head but he sat down in front of you, peeling it back. “Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know,” you said. You sat up and you pulled you into his lap, holding onto you and keeping your blanket around you while you hung onto him. “He’s been sober seven years, Jensen...and he might have fucked it all up.”

“Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. He’s still your dad, Y/N. He’s not a bad guy.”

“Mom said they’d get divorced if he drank again,” you said. “Why can’t my family be normal like yours?”

“You’re my family so you gotta be normal,” he said. You rested your chin on his shoulder and squeezed him.

“Like a sister?” you asked. It was horrible timing but you had to know how he actually felt. For your own piece of mind.

“I love you is all,” he said, squeezing you back. “Best friends forever right?”

“Yeah,” you said. You sniffled a bit more and he rubbed your back. “Wanna go eat the rest of the cinnamon rolls?”

“You’re on, Y/L/N.”

“You know I was so scared you could hear my heart pounding when you asked me if I loved you like a sister,” said Jensen as he sat up in bed. “I was full on in love with you by that point in every single way.”

“Did you get off to me in high school?” you smirked. He shrugged but grinned. “Oh my God. Naughty boy.”

“I swear never when you slept over though or anything like that. You were just...you never thought twice about taking off your shirt in front of me and standing there in your bra and underwear. You were the first girl I ever saw like that. First woman really.”

“My heart would beat so fast when I did that. I always waited for a comment but it never came.”

“I thought you thought of me like your brother. Up until last night I still thought that.”

“Jared’s like my brother. Your brother Josh is like my brother. You’ve never been like my brother,” you said, smiling as you kissed his cheek. “Come on. Let’s get ready for the day. Dallas is a three hour drive.”

“Y/N...I don’t want to go,” he said. You took his hand and laced your fingers together, Jensen shutting his eyes. He took a short breath and his chest rose and fell quickly. “Please don’t make me go.”

“You have to Jensen.”

“Why?”

“Because you love them and they love you.” He huffed and got out of bed, crossing his arms as he walked into the bathroom. You followed him and paused at the door, Jensen exiting a moment later. “They lied. They don’t share your blood. That’s true. But have you ever doubted for a single second that they don’t love you unconditionally?”

“It’s not the point,” he said. He left and you followed him to the kitchen, Jensen making himself a cup of coffee. “Y/N, drop it.”

“We’re going to your parents house. It could be this morning. It could be tomorrow. It could be a week from now but we are going and you will not get out of this.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong! Why the fuck do I have to go talk to them? They’re the ones that lied!” he shouted, turning to glare at you. “Why do I have to be the bigger fucking person? They’re supposed to take care of me. They’re supposed to protect me. They’re my parents. They’re not…” he trailed off, putting a hand over his face again. “I’m sorry for yelling.”

“It’s okay,” you said. You stepped over and pulled down his arm, wrapping yours around his body. He shut his eyes and turned his head away. “Jensen it’s okay if you’re upset and need to cry and shout. It’s okay to feel however you need to.”

“How do I know they loved me?” he asked quietly. “That they didn’t pretend at first...that they didn’t pretend the whole time and I’m just an idiot that fell for it.”

“I know they’ve always loved you Jensen and so do you but this is why we need to go talk to them. They can tell you themselves.”

“How do I believe them? They’re liars.”

“Jensen liars aren’t necessarily bad people. Everyone lies,” you said.

“Why are you defending them so hard?”

“Jensen...my dad was a drunk. A nice drunk. One that just smelled and fell asleep in front of the TV. He never hurt anyone. But he was still a drunk. Jensen your parents gave mine money to help with dad’s rehab costs. They fed me. They gave me a safe place away from the fighting. My sophomore year of college I got too drunk at a party and my parents were out of town on vacation. You know who picked me up? Your parents. I stayed in your room and sobered up. Jensen I am not their child and they have always treated me like I’m one of their own. If they feel that way about me, how do you think they actually feel about their own kid? I grew up my whole life knowing my parents aren’t perfect and I’m sorry you know what that’s like now too. But I don’t love my parents any less now than I did as a child. They screwed up. Your parents screwed up. It doesn’t mean that they are any less your parents today than they were yesterday.”

“...I didn’t know they helped with the rehab,” he said quietly.

“Our parents are friends after all. I wouldn’t be surprised if my dad is talking to yours right now telling him that it’s not the end of the world what happened.”

“You’re gonna make me go, aren’t you,” he said with a sigh.

“Yup. But I’m gonna go with you.” He dropped his forehead on your shoulder and took a deep breath. “Jay.”

“We’ll go up tonight,” he said. “Deal?”

“Deal,” you said.

“But...I have the condition that we move out your stuff of Andrew’s today,” he said. 

“That is pretty okay with me,” you said. “Let’s take your truck too. I’d rather only have to make one trip.”

“Fingers crossed he’s not here,” you said when you walked into the apartment. Andrew was laying on the couch though, rolling his eyes as you stepped out of the foyer with Jensen.

“Bring your other boyfriend by?” said Andrew, flipping a channel on the TV.

“I thought I made it very clear last night that we’re over,” you said.

“Y/N, we both got heated was all,” he said. “He looks fine to me.”

“Andrew-”

“You didn’t fuck him last night, did you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“No I didn’t, not that it’s any of your business considering we’re done. I am here to get my stuff and that is it. Jensen, I have some shoes and coats in the front closet. Can you chuck those in a bag for me?” you asked. He nodded and went back into the foyer while you took a box into the bathroom. You tossed most everything in the cabinet in there, leaving the box in the bedroom while you got your clothes in some bags. You emptied your nightstand out and the closet, Jensen grabbing your stuff and carrying it out. You were nearly finished with some small things when Andrew wandered inside.

“Y/N. Come on. Don’t go. I got jealous of Jensen was all. It won’t happen again,” he said. “I promise.”

“Andrew,” you said as you stood up. “Last night was the last straw. I’ve been thinking about ending things for a long time. We both deserve to be with people that make us happy and I’m not that person for you and you’re not it for me and that’s okay.”

“Y/N we’ve been together for two years,” he said. “Engaged for one. You want to throw all of that away?”

“Andrew do you love me?”

“Of course I do.”

“No I mean do you really love me? Down in your soul love me?”

“Y/N I don’t do all that sappy shit, you know that.”

“I’m not talking about romantic crap. I mean...do you miss me even though you saw me two minutes ago. Do you get nervous when I’m five minutes late from work? Do you think about building a fort out of sheets in our bedroom and watching movies in it?” He stared at you and you shook your head. “Andrew you were a decent guy once but you’re not the guy for me. Learn to pick up after yourself too. Girls don’t want to your mom. They want to be your girlfriend.”

“You were the one with the Hollywood best friend,” he said. “How could I not be intimidated by that?”

“Because if you ever took a moment to know him, you would know that he wants me to be happy, no matter who the other person is. You’re just a selfish dick, Andrew. Grow up some before you find another girl.”

“Slut,” he said as he walked out.

“At least I know how to give an orgasm,” you said. You shoved some things back in a bag, Jensen turning into the room. 

“I take it things ended very maturely,” he said.

“As mature as it was gonna get. This is the last of it,” you said.

“Let’s get you home then, Y/N.”

Six Hours Later

“Jensen. You have to get out of the car,” you said, parked in the driveway at his parents house.

“No. No, I don’t.”

“Well you haven’t peed in three hours and you’re gonna break at some point. I will be inside,” you said. You turned off the car and climbed out, Jensen crossing his arms in the front seat. You shook your head and knocked on the front door before you opened it, slipping inside. Your shoes came off and you walked to the back of the house, Jensen’s parents and siblings sat in the family room quietly. They all turned in your direction, his dad nodding. “He’s in the car. He’ll come inside when he’s ready...or has to pee. One or the other.”

“Thank you for bringing him here,” said his dad. You shook your head and took a seat on the couch, his sister a little miffed but the other three looked a bit blank.

“Guys he’s thirty, almost thirty one. Why did you not tell him when he was little?” you asked.

“Because it didn’t matter,” said his dad. “I haven’t thought of him as my adopted son since he was a baby. He’s just my son.”

“Your son is afraid that you guys don’t love him.” His mom shut her eyes and turned towards the back window. “He wants to know that you’ve always loved him unconditionally, that he was adopted because you loved him, not pitied him.”

“He had a heart murmur,” said his mom quietly. “That bitch and that asshole husband of hers got pregnant on accident. She didn’t realize until she was nearly six months. She was very petite. Skipping a period was normal for her so she never thought a thing of it until she gained a bit of weight. She was down visiting when she found out.”

“She didn’t want the baby. He didn’t want the baby. She spoke...crudely about it. It was very clear they didn’t want a child. But they spoke so horribly and they found the murmur and she hoped something would happen and…” said his dad.

“We looked at one another, Alan and I did, didn’t discuss it all and told them we’d adopt the baby when it was born. By the time three months later got there, the hole had sealed up and Jensen was perfectly healthy. We loved him before he was even born. We were there for him before he was born, when he was born. Everything was true what we said, it just wasn’t me that had him,” she said. 

“Last year they tried to contact Jensen,” said his dad. You frowned and he nodded. “They said their son was a successful actor and they’d like to meet him. I told them to fuck right off. He was never their son. They didn’t love him. They didn’t give him a bottle. They didn’t clean up after him and hold him while he cried. They didn’t give a rat’s ass about him until they could brag about him. They hated him which is perfectly fine because we got him and he got a real family, one that never cared that he was a little bit different than the rest of us. We didn’t tell him because I haven’t thought about the fact my son is adopted in over twenty years. He’s just our kid to us. That’s it.”

“You could have just said that instead of just staring at me last night,” said Jensen quietly. You all turned in your seats, Jensen stepping out from the front hall. He stayed half hidden behind the wall and his mom was out of her seat quickly, Jensen stepping into the family room to meet her for a hug. “I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have swore at you like that.”

“No, we’re sorry, sweetie,” she said. “We didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know.” He took a seat beside you on the couch. He glanced at his dad and nodded. “Why’d they want to talk to me last year. They want money or something.”

“They make probably more than you do which is saying something. I think they wanted to be able to boast that their son was a big star,” said his dad. 

“If I asked, would you tell me how to get in contact?” 

“Yes, we would,” he said. 

“Why?”

“Because you have that right.”

“What did they say about me. Before I was born. What made you pity me?” said Jensen. Your head snapped in his direction and he ignored you. “What was it? Were they going to try and get rid of me? Give me up for adoption? What?”

“We’re not telling you that,” said his mom as she took a seat. Jensen scoffed and she did it right back. “You do not get to-”

“I get to know whatever the fuck I want to about this situation,” he said.

“You don’t get to know that,” said his dad.

“It’s my life! I have the right-”

“You have the right but it doesn’t mean we’ll be fair,” he said. Jensen stared at him and his dad shut his eyes. 

“What’d they say. What the fuck did they say to make you feel so terrible for me.”

“Jensen, just-” you said as he got up and walked in front of his dad.

“Tell me what the fuck she said!” shouted Jensen.

“Mom had a miscarriage,” said his brother quietly. He had his head in his hand, Jensen turning to face him. “When I was little. Before you. They said mom might not be able to have more kids. They were gonna adopt a baby whether it was you or somebody else. I think when your fucked up bio parents started talking about what pills she could start taking to help get rid of the baby early, mom and dad, who’d just found out they couldn’t have that...well I learned a lot of new swear words that day.”

“You had…” said Jensen as his mom looked down. “Is Kenzie-”

“She is biological. You saw me pregnant, sweetie,” she said. “But she was a very happy surprise.”

“We didn’t pity you. We were jealous,” said his dad. “We wanted you and then the more we got into the conversation we knew you had to be ours. We could love you and keep you safe and protect you. We’d never hurt you. We were scared of you being alone with those people. We didn’t know what they’d do. All we are guilty of is lying. Nothing more, Jensen.”

Jensen sat back on the couch beside you, biting his bottom lip before he caught his brother’s stare.

“Did...you...you know…” said Jensen. He smiled and nodded.

“You’re my little brother, dork. Always. I kinda forgot to be honest.”

“I think they should have told you. And me,” said his sister, Jensen smiling. “But nobody was trying to hurt you, Jensen. Everybody’s been calling and texting all day worried about you.”

“Sorry for ruining your birthday party,” said Jensen.

“You made it lively,” joked his brother. Jensen wiped off his face and squeezed his eyes shut. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just...I got scared,” said Jensen. “You didn’t love me.”

“You’re kinda a dumbass, you know?” said his brother. Jensen laughed and nodded. His mom got up to hug him. You sneaked out as the rest of them joined him but not before a hand caught your shirt collar.

“Where do you think you’re running off to?” said his dad. “This is a mandatory hug.”

You turned and joined them for a moment, Jensen relaxed when they broke apart. 

“Okay?” you asked him and he nodded.

“Yeah. Thanks for dragging my butt up here,” he said. He gave you a kiss and you smiled, his whole family staring. “Y/N and I got together last night. She broke it off with her fiance. She’s staying at the house with me now...can you all stop smiling?”

“About time,” said his brother and sister.

“Shut up,” he said.

“You’ve been crushing on her since you were twelve,” said his brother.

“Jensen’s had a hard enough day. Let’s cut him some slack this time,” said his dad. He did smile though and you shook your head. “Well...now that that’s dealt with who wants ice cream?”

Two Hours Later

“Hey,” you said, taking a seat on the old swingset in the backyard beside Jensen. He kicked lightly, dragging his sneaker along the grass. “You okay? You never came up to bed.”

“Just feel stupid now, for reacting that way. I mean I threw up on you last night.”

“Not the first time and not the last,” you said. You swung over to the left and bumped him. “Jensen it wasn’t stupid. You were scared.”

“I don’t get scared like that. You were as cool as a cucumber and I was freaking out.”

“I have sat up with you crying my eyes out since I was a little girl. It’s your turn to be the freaking out one,” you said. He bumped you back and found your hand, grabbing it in his. “Don’t feel stupid over being human.”

“I’m really glad I called you,” he said.

“Me too. I needed to leave Andrew too. I really needed that,” you said. “I didn’t realize how unhappy I’ve been.”

“Promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“If this doesn’t work between us, and I am fully expecting it to work, but if it doesn’t or if the long distance element gets too hard...still best friends forever?”

“Always,” you said. You squeezed his hand and he pulled on it, brining your swing over closer. “What?”

“People will hate you just because you’re with me. They already hate me for stupid shit. It used to bother me. Some days...it still does. I can’t protect you from it,” he said.

“Jensen anytime you post me in anything I get called a slut. Andrew called me your whore to my face. I don’t give a flying fuck. I have a lifetime of thick skin. I can handle some petty little bitches. Your real fans are good. Don’t worry about the haters.”

“Just wanted to give you one last chance to back out,” he said. “Before I inevitably make you fall in love with me and spend the rest of my life with you. No pressure though.”

“Oh well when you put it like that,” you said. “I really should think about this.”

“You really should.” You hummed and tugged on his arm hard, spinning him over towards you. You caught his shoulders and planted a deep kiss on him, Jensen blinking when you broke it off. 

“Satisfied with my answer?” you smiled.

“Very,” he said. “But you are very cold and we should go inside now.”

You followed him up to his old room, Jensen shutting the door after you. The bed was a full and you both could certainly fit if you really tried but it probably wouldn’t be all that comfortable. 

“I have an idea,” he said, booping your nose. “Wait right here.”

He left and was gone a few minutes, returning with a mess of blankets. He laid them out on the floor and grabbed the covers off the bed along with the pillows. 

“Looks perfect, Jensen,” you said. You gave him a side hug and saw a call from Andrew’s mom pop up on your phone. You wanted to ignore it but Jensen nodded and you sat on the bed, picking it up. “Hi, Karen.”

“What happened with you and Andrew? He just came home very upset and says you cheated on him with that Jensen guy.”

“Karen, that is not what happened,” you said, Jensen raising an eyebrow and listening in.

“Andrew says he’s willing to forgive you if you two go to couples counseling. Half the wedding is already paid for,” she said. 

“I did not cheat. We broke up yesterday. I broke us up because I don’t love your son. I moved out today. I also told you not to put money down on anything. That is your fault if you did.”

“Y/N, I’m really trying here. Please come talk to Andrew. He’s willing to-”

“Your son is an ass, Karen and we are through,” you said. “Don’t call again.”

You hung up and tossed your phone aside, Jensen frowning at you.

“That sounds like it didn’t go well.”

“He’s now claiming I cheated on him. Forget all of them. I just want to lay down with you,” you said. He smirked and picked you up quickly, giggling as he spun you around and plopped you down on the floor. “You’re cute.”

“Am I?” he teased. 

“Yes,” you said. You kissed his cheek and then his lips, Jensen laying down beside you. You knew he was still tired after the long day and broke it off, his hand quickly catching your cheek. 

“Don’t stop doing that,” he said. 

“Whatever you say, Jensen.”

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[starthelostboys]

hey bestie :) haven't sent a hc request in a while but would you mind doing some for the frogs and sams friendship either during or post canon ?

omg thanks for sending a request dude! i know i've done hcs for this before so i'm gonna try not to repeat anything

when they’re in high school i think the frogs spend a lot of time planning their potential vampire hunting business and they always go to sam to get his take on everything

i think they all start making their own comics around this time too, with sam drawing them and the frogs writing them

alan and sam are study partners even though they don’t have a lot of classes together. edgar also usually tags along whenever they study together but he refuses to do any schoolwork outside of the classroom so he mostly just tries to distract them cause he’s bored

i can see the frogs doing ginger snaps style death set up photographs and sam usually joins them cause he’s the only one with a camera and they want his opinion on their gore effects. sam is incredibly creeped out by this but he keeps helping them with it anyways

alan’s the only one of them that gets a driver’s license while they’re still in high school, so he drives them everywhere

they have a lot of sleepovers at the emersons’ house cause i think the frogs’ parents are pretty neglectful

at one point sam gets really into the idea of them starting a band together even though none of them can play any instruments

i think i’ve said before that they go to the movies together a lot, and usually when they do they’ll end up sneaking into a bunch of other theatres once the movie the actually bought tickets for is over even if they don’t know what’s playing

they all talk during movies a lot and also VERY loudly even though every few minutes sam will be like oh we should quiet down and then continue talking at the exact same volume

i think sam really likes the idea of making people things as a love language so he makes friendships bracelets for the frogs or invites them over to his house and then cooks grilled cheese for all of them

they all spend a LOT of time together in general

[utterlyinevitable]

Their first kiss is so sweet! What is Odes friends reaction to the news? Naveen and Alans?

What was their first time like? Did she stay with Ethan in his bed?

Do they get the big house? Does she like to play for him? What was going through Odes mind when she went home after their first kiss? Was their next interaction awkward? What was their first official official date like?

Thanks for indulging me and answering my questions about these two! Let me know if its too much 😬

> ask me anything < 

I’m going to answer kinda out of order as I think about things lol 

So Odette gets into her apartment building and walks to their flat in kind of a haze, like she’s not quite sure anything after dinner actually happened. A part of her thinks she fell asleep at work and made up the whole evening anyway. She makes as little noise as possible padding through the apartment. None of her friends are in the common areas and she’s glad for that. She goes to her room and leans against the shut door with a small unbelievable sigh she didn’t know she was holding in. And then suddenly she shoots up to attention and fumbles trying to fist her phone out of her clutch. She calls Ethan - he’s still in the cab, it’s only been about 4 minutes since he dropped her off. “I am so sorry” she says when she hears his receiver pick up. Ethan couldn’t help but expel a chuckle, then says “I was worried for a second there”. 

They talk things through a bit that night. When they see one another at work two days later they are a bit.. quieter with one another? A few members on the DT and nursing staff on their floor notice a shift but don’t think anything further into it. It doesn’t last long and when people see Ethan driving her home like he usually does they assume it must’ve been the caseload getting to them. 

Their first date after the kiss and them talking things through is to the opera. Its an event she agreed to go with him weeks ago - before they were more than friends. Nothing seemed different except now she didn’t feel the need to make sure there was some space between them as she draped her arm through his. She didn’t need to stand straighter or be on the defensive - to prove that she belonged on his arm. She was here with her boyfriend enjoying one of their shared passions. 

Her friends are not surprised at all that they’re together. They really just make fun of her and comment about how long it’s taken Ethan and Ode to get together. Especially since the gang concocted a short-sighted plan at her birthday party to push the two in the right direction. 

Naveen isn’t surprised either. Ethan’s favorite topic of conversation is Odette. The two could not have a get together or lunch without him bringing up how she’s been handling the DT, cases, studying for boards, or something she’s done to upset or wow him. Naveen’s first comment is “So when’s the wedding?” which makes Ethan blush and turn right back around and leave the old Chief chuckling. 

Alan was the last to find out. Ethan kinda forget to tell his father he’s dating his best friend -- the woman who’s gotten under his skin one too many times. It wouldn’t be the first time Alan turned up unannounced at Ethan’s apartment when his son hadn’t answered his calls for a while. It also wouldn’t be the first time he found Ode and Ethan having dinner together one evening. After the three enjoyed their meal and E and O were clearing the table, Alan caught Ethan placing a kiss to Ode’s temple. Alan never brought it up to them, but he always knew they’d make a great match. 

Their first date after everyone finding out was on a trip to Providence. Alan invited them over for the day. They had a lovely family day and on the road home they stopped at the good Friendly’s for food, and a $5 film. The cinema across the street from Friendly’s was playing Singing In The Rain, and they figured why not. They’re here - what the hell!  

There first time was meticulously planned on Ode’s part, Ethan knew about her rule and figured there’d still be two months until they crossed that bridge. They’ve had a few sleepovers throughout their friendship/relationship with Ode taking the second bedroom. Only in the last few weeks has she started to like staying over more... and in bed with him. She psyched herself up for about two weeks, subtlety bringing candles and spare clothes and necessary toiletries. Upgrading the small amount of things she’d keep in a cupboard in the spare bathroom. So when they get home from dinner, while he’s making a nightcap, she says she’s going to get more comfortable. Ethan’s used to her immediately shedding her day attire for some yoga pants and tank now. But she comes out in a baby pink satin robe - a color she does not wear in all the years he’s known her - and he’s speechless. He raises a questioning brow. And all Ode does is give him a sultry smile. He follows her lead and tries very hard like a good boy not to get too over zealous and jump the gun. 

It’s all very slow and sensual - beautifully slow. They’ve kissed many times before but never like this. And every single touch felt like the first time - fingers grazing skin, eliciting goosebumps and tingles of electricity. Their hands always on the other, but no heady grabbing or bruises for tomorrow. Just swollen lips and love-filled eyes. 

It lasted well over an hour; neither sated nor wanting it to end. 

She’s conflicted when it does though, in regards of where to sleep. She knows it’s important to put space between them - doesn’t want to settle into comfort too early. But the way he’s holding her she doesn’t ever want to leave his embrace. All too soon she does. Because she has to pee and certainly needs a shower. 

“I’m going to shower.” 

“Okay.” He says as he gets up as well. He’s told her she could use his many times, there’s no point in arguing. 

Ten minutes after he hears the shower stop, he knocks on the bedroom door. 

“Yeah, come in!”

He stops in the doorway and just admires her as she braids her long hair. 

She turns and smiles at him. The admiration between them is ridiculously palpable. 

“Will you be staying in here?” he asks as he moves to close the distance.   

Her smile broadens. “Miss me already?” 

He takes her now idle hands, “Always. Since the moment you took a chance on me.” 

She leans up to delicately kiss the edge of his mouth. 

and the two make their way back to Ethan’s room. 

They get a house, eventually. The condo - which they also bought the adjoining apartment next door and combined into one big penthouse - is their main residency because it’s so close to work. They get a beach house outside the city with a grand piano and bi folding doors overlooking the water. All her most important scores are framed and they have music and books lined the walls floor to ceiling. She plays for as he reads from his chair close by, or she’ll treat him to one of his favorite pieces. Sometimes he’ll play the small bits he knows -- he’s forever trying to find the piece she played for him on her 30th birthday. Ode will never tell him. 

And in a weird way, in all his trials, he seems to be writing an ode to her.  

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This was so long and I don’t care! Thank you so much, anon, please never stop 💞

[kariachi]

I made the mistake of thinking about that whole “logically in UAF canon Kev and Cooper and the other Plumber brats should all know each other” and my own headcanons and that turned into thinking about Kevin’s return to Bellwood after all the pre-AF shit and the others reactions to seeing him again and just

Alan and his sibs just fucking dogpiling him because he’s young enough to probs feel more like a cousin or older brother than an uncle.

Pierce trying to give him a good talking to about running away and not immediately heading for one of their houses, only to trail off into ‘I missed you’s in Erinaen, being shocked and ecstatic to learn not only can Kevin fucking speak it but he’s brought another Erinaen home with him

Cooper sees him and immediately it’s bear hugs and Nerd Bros 2: Return of the Nerd Bros.

More hugs from Helen and fussing on both sides, ending with them curled up watching some movie they haven’t seen since they were like seven/eight.

Manny immediately falls into sniping and banter and playful wrestling, half-hearted arguments over what digimon are better and horrified searching for episodes of seasons Kev missed online.

Mike snipes from the start too, but not near as playfully- there’s snapping and snarling because they’ve always both been a bit too ‘in charge’ for the others tastes and teen years don’t help- still the encounter ends with them curled up reading peacefully on opposite sides of Mike’s library

News that Elena vanished a few years ago comes up quick and Kevin doesn’t trust like that anymore, which means she quickly gets tracked down and there’s so many hugs and tears and Nerd Bros 3: The Revengening, and the whole thing with the nanochips and Victor gets handled a years early because damnit these people are Pack.

Just... I need these people being Pack. I really do. I need impromptu sleepovers, dinners at each others houses. I need them trick-or-treating as a group, helping each other with homework. Everybody growing up celebrating the same holidays because of course they’re always invited around. Knowing at least a bit of each others native tongues because damnit somebody is gonna start ranting in Erinaen or Kinet or Osmosian or Spanish or Oneida or Khoron or whatever eventually and if you wanna know what’s going on you gotta learn.

Give me Kevin actively being The Most Embarassing Uncle

Pierce trying to be all protective because he’s the oldest and getting teased for it because he’s smol

Helen insisting she’s the calmest and most mature, which works right until you challenge her to Mario Party, then all bets are off

Alan going from one person to another for advice when he gets his first crush- all of them are unhelpful in different ways

Mike throwing the loudest, most lavish birthday parties in the city and inviting only the Pack, for which they constantly rag on his rich ass

Cooper making everybody little pieces of machinery, knicknacks in steel and wire, for every occassion until everybody has shelves full of them

Manny being King of Pillowforts, making whole pillowcastles for sleepovers or when somebody’s feeling for shit and needs a place to chill, being so damn tall come with advantages

Elena telling the stories from her comic collection like a camp councilor telling scary stories around a bonfire while everyone huddles out, enraptured

(Sometimes she gets Manny and Mike to act scenes out- they’re both annoyingly good at it and rag on each other for that fact)

Argit being welcomed into all this with open arms as soon as Kevin vouches for him and having no fucking clue how to handle being this opening loved

Give me family, damnit!

[hclpinghand]

                                       ＴＡＳＫ   ００１

                                          『  ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴏɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 』  

There’s a knock on the door, as if the dimly lit room were her own chambers, and a visitor were requesting to come inside ( why must they carry on with the useless formalities now? isn’t time supposed to be treasured? she wonders. ) the suited man steps in anyway, bringing along a scent of cigarette smoke and minty cologne. 

    jill’s eyes, albeit faintly exhausted, remain sharp. they spot the stain on the coat’s cuff, the bags under the eyes and grey hairs around the temple area. he carries a funny-looking machine under his arm. there is no badge or name tag attached to the coat’s breast pocket. the ever so light sigh he produces oozes exhaustion and desperation -- 10+ years of working in the department, that’s her guess. it’s easy for her to read him like a book.  

   “ RIGHT. MY NAME IS DETECTIVE ALAN POWELL, ” his voice monotone, he takes the seat opposite to hers. the folder he previously held is dropped onto the table, and he fishes into the inside pocket of his coat for a pen. her mind drifts off for a moment, trying to guess who out of the town subjects has sat on the same chair she is currently occupying ---- leo is the first one that comes to mind, as it’s always been. did they stare him up and down too? did they force a smile to have him believe they were on his side? did they slam their fists on the table in an attempt to throw him off? whatever it was, it must not have been easy for him. lastly, she nods, offering him a smile rich in modesty. he toys with the machine after having set it down on the table. “ WE’LL APPRECIATE YOUR COMPLIANCE, AND PLEASE, DON’T HESITATE TO INCLUDE ANY DETAILS, NO MATTER HOW INSIGNIFICANT THEY MAY SEEM. ”

“ FIRSTLY, COULD YOU STATE YOUR FULL NAME, PLEASE ? ”

     “ ---- uhm, jillian packard. everybody just calls me jill, though.” 

       “ YOU HAVE A CLOSE RELATIONSHIP WITH LARISSA KEARNEY’S ADOPTED BROTHER, LEO, CORRECT? ”

oh, so that’s the thing. he’s their prime suspect, and that thought scares her.  

   “ ---- i do, yes, ” she expresses, her fingers intertwined as the grasp rests on the table. 

   “ HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW THE BOY?

  “ ---- very well. ”  how else could she put it? she knew leo well, certainly better than he knew her.  she knew of the scars that freckled his skin, and them being why he did not show his nude torso often. she knew of the prescription pills, cigarettes and liquor bottles he’d smuggled back when he was in high school. she knew of the sketches and drawings, and the nervous habits. there was a sense of shame that clouded the back of her mind whenever she thought of how well jill packard knew leo kearney. but the cops didn’t need to know that. “ we’ve been dating for a while now, close to a year, i’d say. we started dating after going to prom together the first time ” a crossed her features, like a shooting star cruising through the sky. her face sunk in a pond of fond recollection as she spoke, “ and i used to go over to the kearney’s all the time. they would... have me over for dinner, and in some cases, i even stayed over. leo and i would meet more often than that -- ” would being the keyword. now, it seemed as if they were yet another friendship, jill having sought to isolate herself from whatever reminder was there of larissa. something in her always stayed around for leo. however, she’d long reckoned that she had no business in the kearney’s home, especially now; it’d be best for her to stay away and let them mourn their daughter in peace. ‘ don’t kick someone when they’re down ’, right?  “ we’d go have dinner every now and then, or go stargazing. ” that was partially a lie. not willing to give them more reasons to shadow over leo, she figured they’d find it questionable that the two would get in his car and simply drive. perhaps, this was the paranoia getting ahold of her, but if someone knew how to tie up loose ends, it was jill. “ but that’s... a bit rare nowadays. we just... got busy with college arrangements -- ” lie -- “ and after larissa died... sorry, don’t mean to waste your time gettin’ emotional... ” she took in a deep breath, gesturing at him so as to ask being excused. “ well, we just started growing a bit distant. ”

    “ IS THERE A REASON YOU COULD ATTRIBUTE TO YOUR SPLIT ? ”

“ ---- oh, no, we’re still together. we’re just, you know, going through a rough patch. people change all the time, they fall out of love but find their way to each other just as quickly. larissa’s death, though, hasn’t been as easy to get over as that. we were really close to her -- especially him --, so we just... went onto mourn her in different ways. ”

  “ RIGHT. WHAT ABOUT HER, HOW WELL DID YOU KNOW LARISSA HERSELF ? ”

a soft smile reappeared on her face, more out of a sense of victory than anything else. out of the entire questioning, this had been the query jill was completely sure was bound to come. this was all about and for larissa, wasn’t it ?

  “ oh, not as well as i wish i did. ” lie. “ we were friends - i mean, she’d come along when leo and i went out, and we slept in the same room when i was invited to spend the night over at their house. i was her calculus tutor for two months as well. ” it was a good thing she knew how to hold her dear heart still. at the same time, she felt a tinge of betrayal. ‘ really, jill ? ’ she could feel the other whispering into her ear, her cheek ruffling a tuft of her hair. ‘ was that all i was to you ? ’ no. no, but jill couldn’t bring herself to give that away. her emotions were hers and hers only, and not a present she was willing to gift to whichever incompetent detective was requested to question her. she’d keep the sleepovers to herself, those nights jill would dream it’d been larissa who had approached her for prom. she’d refrain from talking about the trips to the beach, where she’d pretend to slip only to have her arms wrapped around her, or the palm of her hand against her own;about all those times she asked larissa whether she had her eyes on someone, only to have the other respond with a fit of laughter and a shake of the head; about all the times she asked leo ‘ won’t larissa come with us? ’ no, in the officer’s eyes, she and leo were still the town’s charming couple. she knew better than to disclose this, just in case it were to reach leo and his family in one way or another. in the detective’s eyes, larissa and jill were just close acquaintances, friends, or student and tutor -- no more, no less. “ she was struggling with some topics at that point. i’d been putting up tutoring advertisements in the school newspaper way before that, and it just so happened that she responded to one of them. i didn’t mind, certainly; i’m always glad to help. so we’d meet at jack’s diner twice every week, with books and notes and all. one day, she just approached me in the hall and said she didn’t need to attend the sessions anymore. ”

   “ WAS THERE ANYTHING SUSPICIOUS ABOUT HER, EITHER DURING THESE TUTORING SESSIONS OR AFTER? DID LARISSA SEEM TO BE ACTING DIFFERENTLY OR STRANGELY WHEN SHE REQUESTED TO CALL THEM OFF? ”

“ ---- not really. i mean, i never dared ask why. it did cross my mind that perhaps she’d found another tutor, or that she’d finally understood the material. when we met, she was always engaged and inquisitive. ” lie. ‘ larissa, are you okay? is there something wrong? ’ jill had asked larissa on their very last session. her stare was lost, fixed on something outside the window. all larissa did was blush and shake her head, right before apologizing and asking to finish up earlier than usual. she didn’t even say a proper goodbye when she left the diner. perhaps, if she could bring herself to say nothing was ever wrong in the garden of eden she’d grown, then maybe she could bring herself to believe it too. “ the last time we met to study, she just asked to leave a little early. said she’d forgotten some books at school or something. ”

   “ DID YOU SENSE ANY ISSUES IN THE FAMILY? ”

“ ---- never. everyone was always calm and happy. they never once had an argument while i was around. ”

“ HAVE YOU EVER SEEN LEO BECOME VIOLENT WITH ANYONE? WE UNDERSTAND HE’S GOT QUITE THE REPUTATION AROUND TOWN - IS THIS REPUTATION AN ACCURATE ONE? ”

and just like that, her armor comes loose. the quartz-like strength and fierce stubbornness with which she’d carried herself up until now quiver, afraid. she should’ve expected there would be curveballs galore, and yet, she’s taken by surprise.

   “ ---- violent ? ” the question is spat back at him, disbelief burning through the inquiry. the detective nods, unimpressed. perhaps, the cracks to her have started to show. leo didn’t kill larissa -- she’ll cling onto to that thought for dear life. “ he’s never been violent or aggressive toward anyone. ” she remembers the occasions during which he shied away from her touch. how could he, then, be capable of causing injury or harm to anyone ? “ listen, i’ve heard everything that has been said about him, but it’s all bullshit. ” the words left a strange aftertaste; just after larissa’s funeral, he’d pulled out a cigarette pack loaded with pre-rolled joints. no matter how holy the town was made out to be, there were no saints treading its ground. however, if there was someone who didn’t deserve to be branded for it, it was leo. “ leo kearney is the kindest person i’ve ever met -- ”  her own mind commanded her to stop. stop now. hold your filthy tongue before you say something you’ll regret. “ --  whoever says that leo’s just bad news is just trying to hide their own secrets. don’t believe me ? take a look. one of them has larissa’s blood on their hands. ” 

   too late. the man has already taken it upon himself to scribble down a lengthy note. every couple of seconds, he lifts his gaze and places it on her, as if he couldn’t believe such comments could leave the girl. 

  “ THOSE ARE STRONG ACCUSATIONS, MS. PACKARD. LET’S RETURN TO THE QUESTION OF LARISSA KEARNEY, SHALL WE?  WHEN DID YOU LAST SEE HER? WHAT HAPPENED? ”

“ ---- she called my house phone from a payphone in maine street. i’d just gotten back from the tucker’s place. larissa asked if it’d be possible for me to drive her to the ring -- well, nolan’s gym’s the more accurate name. i picked her up by the phone booth and drove her over. we talked about the weather and leo, but she was mostly silent. ”

   “ SO, DID SHE SEEM UPSET ABOUT SOMETHING, OR DID SHE SEEM AFRAID? I MUST INSIST - WAS THERE ANYTHING OFF ABOUT HER BEHAVIOUR AT ALL ? ”

“ ---- there was just one thing.... ” jill furrowed, eyes lightly squinted before she spoke. “ she fidgeted a bit with the seat belt like she was feeling restless. i figured she was just really looking forward to meeting with naomi. other than that, nothing seemed off. ”

  “  WE APPRECIATE IT YOUR HONESTY. JUST BEFORE YOU LEAVE, WHERE WERE YOU BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 5 A.M. AND 6 A.M. ON JULY THE 31ST OF 1989? IS THERE ANYONE WHO CAN CONFIRM YOUR WHEREABOUTS? ”

“ ---- i’d just arrived at mrs. edmonton’s, ‘cause she’d ask if i could help move some old boxes to her attic. she wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, so she asked me to come by early. i’m sure she’ll be able to confirm that for you, ” and without further ado, she picked up her coat and allowed the man to escort her exit. 

[oddfuturenow]

Boys Boys Boys pt. 1

Alan Dating potential: 3/10

Yes, the ballad of Alan continues 4 years after we first met. But the window where we could have turned into something has been closed. Unfortunately, he still feels as though there is a chance. 

Let’s go back a few weeks. Right before my birthday, I saw Alan out at a bar with the guy he had been dating and they looked very cozy together. I politely said hello and went back to my friends. A few days later on my actual birthday, he messaged me to wish me a good day and that sparked a conversation about getting lunch near our offices. That Friday, we meet up for lunch and catch each other up. I tell him about the breakup and he tells me about the dude he is casually seeing. He makes it clear that it is just casual and doesn’t know what will happen. A few wines in, the topic of us comes up. During the conversation, I see him get emotional and I point blank ask him if he has feelings for me. He says he still does, and then asks me the same question. I tell him that I am in no position to answer that question because I am still hurting from the breakup but that I will always have love for him. I tell him that us meeting for lunch was a good start to a friendship, and that is all I can offer him at this time. 

The next day, I get a message from him: “I broke up with Jake. It has nothing to do with you, but the spark was just not there.” Uh oh. A few days later, he invites me over for dinner and wine because he wants to talk. I agree and make my way over to the apartment that I know so well. Alan makes it clear that he is still interested and would like to consider something in the future. He says his fear of commitment was his mistake and led to us not working out in the past. I stay firm, and let him know that I plan on not dating anyone for at least a year. I tell him once again that I can only offer him friendship, and that the potential for us to make anything work is slim since we have tried twice before with no success. In that moment, I had to be completely honest with him. I care about him and would never want to hurt him. 

We have hung out several times since that conversation and he was part of my group of friends at Outside Lands. It is obvious to me and others that he still feels strongly about me, but I cannot reciprocate. Maybe not ever. But I do want him in my life. And if he is willing to be friends, I will gladly give him that. 

No sex this time around. None.

Kyle Dating potential: 4/10

I met Kyle a few weeks ago on Tinder. He is a handsome, fit, white, 26 year old nurse. I typically would not really hang out with someone so young, but he was persistent and seemed very interested. After about two weeks of regular texting, we had a pseudo-date at my place. He brought over wine and we watched a movie. We would take little breaks from the movie to make out and was surprised at how good of a kisser he is. Kissing is VERY important to me. It is a major deciding factor if I will see someone again or not. I was enjoying his company, and since it was getting late, I asked him if he wanted to spend the night, but with zero expectations of intercourse (messing around would be allowed and encouraged. Just no butt stuff.) He accepted and we went to bed. 

Kyle has a big dick. So while he is too young for me to actually consider dating, I will definitely be having a few more sleepovers with him. (It is really thick.)

Jack Dating potential: 6/10

Jack has been an Instagram friend for a while now. We started following each other way back when I was still in a relationship. A cute, southern boy who is a writer, reads a lot and works at Twitter. We had never met in person until a Pride party this year. I was with Samir (see below) but he came up to me and introduced himself. Cut to a few weeks later and he asks to go for a drink. We meet at a bar, but end up walking up to Corona Heights and really enjoyed each other’s company. I was getting bottom vibes from him, but a few days later saw him on Grindr and to my surprise, he identifies as a top. Game on. 

We then have a second, more formal date where we go see a movie on a Friday night, followed by pupusas at my place (I love living alone). He ends up spending the night, but similar to Kyle, I make it clear there will be no intercourse. It was nice to cuddle up with him on his hairy chest. Jack is a really good kisser, and very smart. He is a southern gentleman, very soft-spoken and incredibly woke for a white man. He also made it a point to go see my dance performance after I mentioned it to him, which garnered him major points. He sometimes can be a little hippie-ish, but then I remember he works in tech so I see it as him balancing out his life. 

Jack also has a big dick. We have not had intercourse yet, but I think we match up well sexually. At this point, I am willing to continue hanging out with him and seeing where things go. 

Samir Dating potential: 8.5/10

I met Samir during LA pride right after my breakup. I thought it was going to just be a hot hookup, but it has turned into something much more over the past two months. After our initial hookup, we started texting pretty regularly. He quickly made it clear that I was his ideal type, and would be interested in pursuing something of substance and not just sexual. I let him know that I was not looking for something serious, and that my breakup had left me very wounded. His response was what I needed at the time: “Let me be your rebound.” 

Looking back, I was really scared to spend my birthday/Pride weekend alone, so I invited him to SF. I told him he could not stay with me, since I didn’t know when my ex would actually be moving out, but if he got his own hotel, I would stay with him. A day later, he books a flight, gets a room and is all set. We have a really good time during Pride and have a really good time. He meets some of my friends and they all seem to get along well, a good sign. 

A few weeks later, he has work meetings in SF, so I tell him to stay with me instead of a hotel. He stays for 3 days and things start off well. He takes me to try Persian food for the first time, sex is still great, but my anxiety starts kicking in. The idea of sharing a space with someone again made me realize that I am not ready for a relationship. Everything we did, reminded me of what I would do with my ex. Going for a run around the neighborhood. Cooking dinner. Getting ready at the end of the night for bed. Doing all those things while still in the same space that T and I used to share was fucking with my mind. Hard. So by the third day, I was fully checked out. 

Samir is one of the smartest people I know, so he instantly picked up on me pulling back. He gave me some space and then asked me what was going on. I told him exactly how I felt and he said he would give me the space I needed. His only request was that if I was to end whatever we have, to do it over the phone and not just text. 

I allowed myself to be selfish after this. I pulled back on the regular texting, sometimes not even reaching out. I went to LA, but was in hoe mode and really didn’t spent too much time with him. In all of this, he was consistent and unwavering. 

Samir was also going to be at Outside Lands with his friend for the last day of the festival. He was primarily coming to see Janet Jackson and asked if he and his friend could hang out with us. Alan and Samir were going to be around each other and it was going to be awkward. We all spent the day together and my friends were very good at keeping both of them distracted (thanks E and J). It was a fun day and slowly started getting closer to Samir by the end of the day. He took care of me when I was intoxicated, took me home, and we had some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had. He even had 5-HTP delivered to my apartment that night after he had left.

There is no doubt that I have the best sexual chemistry with Samir. But there is also an underlying emotional attraction there that cannot be ignored. That Monday morning, he left to Iran from SFO and for the first time, I realized I was going to miss him. He is currently gone for two weeks, and I see myself messaging him a little more. I want him to update me on his trip back after 14 years. I want pictures of his family, what he eats, and special places around Tehran. I even found myself saying “I miss you.” 

The dick is huge and perfect and beautiful and he has the most welcoming hairy chest that I just love to lay on. I can make out with him all day and night and not tire of it. The intensity is on another level.

Halsey - Alone

I know you're dying to meet me But I can just tell you this Baby, as soon as you meet me You'll wish that you never did

[utterlyinevitable]

Hey hi! Can you do a hc about what happened in the time jump for the li routes to fix this mess? Make the lack of progression make sense! please and thank you

I shall try!

Though I’m only going to do Ethan, Bryce and Rafael (TBC in another post). I have never played Jackie’s route and don’t feel comfortable speculating. 

Ethan x MC During the Time Jump 

After the gala, things seemed to be going well. Ethan dismantled the Diagnostics Team and wasn’t MC’s direct superior anymore. 

They thought everything would be fine. 

But no, Ethan was still an attending and MC a resident in the same department. 

And that kiss looked too familiar to be the first time anything happened between them. 

So people started to talk. 

Rumors started to fly about MC sleeping her way onto the best cases and Ramsey giving her preferential treatment.  “Have you seen the way he looks at Dr. Lao? Actual hearts in his eyes.” “She’s the only person he wouldn’t fire for talking back to him.”   “I saw them leave Donahue’s together once last year. You think it’s been going on since then?” 

Ethan and MC did their best to ignore the incessant gossip, they were much too busy helping as many patients as possible to pay attention. 

Two weeks after the gala the gang celebrated Thanksgiving. 

Ethan was invited and joined without pushback. 

He sat at the island talking with Sienna and Rafael as they waited for MC to arrive from her errand that was taking longer than expected. 

It wasn’t as awkward as he would have thought, getting to know MC’s group was rather enjoyable. 

Well, that was until Keiki and Bryce arrived. 

Keiki was very standoffish with Ethan, giving him the full inquisition. 

He took it in stride, brushing off every time Bryce apologized for his sister’s behavior. 

MC and Ethan spent Christmas with Alan at Ethan’s place after a long shift. They hadn’t explicitly confirmed their coupling with his father, using the cover of “having nowhere else to go” to explain why they’re spending the day together. 

Ethan had only spoken about MC and barely even touched on the depth of his feelings for her in the odd conversation with Alan about his personal life.  

Alan knew better. He sees the way his son looks at MC and how attentive he is to her needs; whether it be a new napkin or a top up without batting an eye. No to mention, this wasn’t the first time he caught them cozying up in Ethan’s kitchen. 

Word still spread around the hospital, even quicker now that Ethan and MC were confirmed to have spent the holiday together. So much, to the point that they could not ignore it any longer. 

Ethan and MC and her friends tried to squash as many rumors as possible. Telling everyone that they’ve only started dating. It was part of the truth.  “They hooked up the moment she was cleared of the toxin. One of the nurses heard them. MC is loud!”  “That’s ridiculous. MC went right to sleep the second I wheeled her out of there,” Bryce informed. “And seriously, the kiss at the gala was the first time they got frisky.” 

They were able to buy some more time. The amount of patients coming through Edenbrook’s doors tripling and keeping everyone busy. 

MC spent New Years with her friends while Ethan worked. 

He made it to her apartment just in time to kiss her at midnight. 

Eventually the most salacious of rumors made their way to the board. 

Edenbrook still had ~7 months of life left and accusations like this could not be brushed under the rug. 

Ethan was called into a meeting to assess the claims not long after. 

He blew a gasket - face and ears red with rage at the laundry list of claims brought against them.

The board threw around the notion of a sexual harassment case. 

Ethan assured them that would not be necessary. Their current relationship was more than consensual. 

The board would have loved to believe them but in the current climate they could not afford another lawsuit and are proceeding with extreme caution. 

Ethan was advised to keep distant from MC until the investigation was concluded. 

MC was called in a few days later. 

She said the same as Ethan. 

Things were awkward that entire week they had to stay away from one another to prove their point of not interfering with their professional relationship. 

The case was cleared quicker than both thought possible. Luckily, all their friends and close colleagues vouched for them. 

Ethan and MC received the email of no wrongdoing just before their shifts ended one night.

The night they got the news wasn’t the happy reunion they were expecting. 

She met Ethan at his place - ready with a set of lingerie she was saving for February. 

MC was so excited. But that all ended over takeaway when Ethan spoke of the thoughts that had plaguing him since his meeting with the board. 

Needless to say, Ethan never got to see the outfit. 

The evening ended in them arguing about where she should apply to residency and how he doesn’t want to hinder her career. 

MC stormed out and gave him the cold shoulder for a while. 

Their fight lasted well past Valentine’s Day. 

MC did send him a text to thank him for the flowers and food basket he sent. Other than that it was professional business as usual between them. 

Both Ethan and MC threw themselves into their work, letting the days turn into weeks and neither of them acknowledging their issues. 

They let the fight simmer down and let themselves down along with it. 

They didn’t fight for their relationship, they didn’t talk anymore about what it all means for them. 

MC loves Ethan and would choose him and staying in Boston for him over a better opportunity elsewhere. But after everything, she’s dejected. She’s put so much effort into their relationship over the last two years that there’s no point to fight for something he’s not willing to meet halfway on.

Ethan knows MC leads with their heart. 

That’s why he wouldn’t tell her. That’s why he couldn’t tell her he’s madly in love with her. 

He doesn’t want to ruin her career anymore than he has already, doesn’t want the rumors festering within Edenbrook to follow her wherever she ends up. Doesn’t want her to give up a very promising career for whatever this is. 

He’s also not going to admit he’s a little scared of what it means if she did stay. It’s easier for him to push her away in the name of her career than admit he’s absolutely hopeless without her. 

MC’s night on the town with her friends ended up at the helipad on top of Edenbrook. Ethan heard the commotion of their dancing and loud music and went to investigate. 

The gang invited him to join and he looked at MC for permission. 

She smiled and shrugged, the fight forgotten and the nostalgia washing over her tipsy state. 

He grabbed and beer and sat next to her. He lamented on the view and when MC told him she was glad he was here Ethan grabbed her hand. They relished the feeling of their skin on each others after what’s felt like years. 

They welcomed the silence and just being in each others company. 

Slowly the group trickled out, leaving Ethan and MC alone.  “What did you get up to tonight? Besides trespassing.”  “We did some applications then said ‘fuck it’ and went out”  He didn’t comment on application although he was itching to know where she hopes to end up. So, Ethan changed the subject, “You look beautiful. That dress really suits you.”  “Thank you.” 

They sat still in unsettled silence. The nightly breeze picking up and Ethan mindlessly rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. 

They went to speak at the same time, MC letting Ethan continue: 

“Will you come home with me?”  “Is that a good idea?”  “I’d like to make the most of the time we have left.” 

MC looked at him, their eyes locking. 

She knew it wasn’t a good idea - she’d fallen into him one too many times. Every time she was scorned.  

But maybe tonight she’s diluted her inhibitions enough to indulge in one last goodbye. 

They went back to his place and they didn’t talk at all. 

Very few words were exchanged in the seconds their lips parted. 

Small pleasantries were exchanged in the morning along with light kisses everywhere but on the mouth. 

Ethan drove her back to her place the next morning to keep prying eyes from catching them coming to work together. 

MC wished she regretted sleeping with him again. 

The moment she got out of bed she missed his heat and the way he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into her neck as they slept. 

It was heaven. And MC didn’t ever want to come back down. 

MC was still applying to programs all over the country, hoping she’ll find a new match somewhere. Ethan’s recommendation letter could only carry so far. 

Ever since that last evening Ethan and MC refused to acknowledge the fault staring them in the face. 

Instead, they took things one day at a time. 

They kept their friendship alive after months of ignoring one another. 

They’ve texted, they’ve almost sexted. They’ve gone out for coffee. 

But they never had another sleepover. 

Whenever they got close, their internal siren would wail “they’re leaving they’re leaving they’re leaving” and immediately someone would make an excuse to stop much to both their disappointment. 

It was for the best. They knew that. They convinced themselves to be true. 

Edenbrook’s last day came and Ethan was understandably shaken. His career he had devoted his entire life to ended. This creature of habit has to rebuild and it’s terrifying. 

He had a number of hospitals and research centers send him offers but none of them felt right. None of them were Edenbrook and none of them were the team he and his mentor built, and none of them had his favorite person. 

So Ethan was set to take a few months sabbatical; spend more time with his dad and at the opera and just enjoying the life he has been too distracted to live. 

Later that day while waiting for labs for the Bloom Case, he wanted to strangle his father for inviting MC on the quick trip to Providence. 

He also never expected her to agree. 

Ethan had never taken a woman home - and they weren’t really in that close of a place for her to nosey around his guarded past. 

It was disconcerting and strangely familiar to have MC by his side in his childhood home. His past and present meshing beautifully. 

And that scared Ethan. 

Standing in his childhood home watching Alan and MC coo over baby photos, Ethan never wanted a domestic life more. He wanted to show her everything and have her do the same. He wanted to do all this in twenty years with his own family. 

He was coveting things he had thrown away. 

And then she kissed him and for a split second no hope was lost. 

When the lights of Edenbrook finally went off that fateful day, MC grabbed his hand. 

It felt like the only thing to do. 

He was the most important part of Edenbrook - for MC Ethan was Edenbrook. 

Their romantic past aside, they became friends here. He was the reason she was here in the first place - at Edenbrook and practicing medicine. It was only fitting that he’d be at her side when this chapter closed. 

“I’m going to miss you,” she said so sincerely his heart didn’t know whether to shatter or swell.   “For what it’s worth, I feel exactly the same way about you.” 

The silence hung for a while as they watched the last of the lights switch off. 

She broke it with the most visceral question: “So. This is really it.”  “For some things.”  “And what about... other things? Am I going to see you again now that we don’t work together?” 

It was the question they’d been volleying and avoiding for months. The time came to finally put a decision to it. 

MC was still unsure where she was going. Ethan will be spending more time with his family. Things were still so complicated. 

“It’s impossible to say what the future will bring...” Ethan opted for one last life lesson to close their mentor/mentee relationship. 

Her features, mood and hopes simultaneously fell. This was really the end. 

A part of her hoped they could compromise. They only had one another a few times, there was so much more to explore between them. 

She kept her eyes glued down at their shoes, “Oh...”  “But I can see as far as tomorrow. I’ll see you then?” 

He had the ghost of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. 

After what felt like ages, their eyes locked. Both clear as could be. 

“I’d like that.” 

MC left to meet her friends while Ethan stayed to say the emotional goodbye to his home of the last 11 years, to the place that made him who he is. 

Ethan and MC went their separate ways with a promise of tomorrow.