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[make-it-mavis]

Homesick (Entry #27)

(cw: drugs/addiction) ----------

01/13/88   4:05 PM

Hey.

I had a lot to think about after that total clustercuss. 

Once I came down enough from my high to start feeling sick, I threw the blanket over Fix-it and left. Not in a mushy way or anything, more like tossing it over a chair or coat rack. I would have stolen it and added it to the pile, but it reeked of him. That’s not what I want to smell while I’m falling asleep.

The arcade opened the same as any other day, which felt strange given the surreal horrors I’d spent the night battling. I definitely took some wounds away from it, in the way of the worst hangover I’d had in my life. Chills, headache, puking, all the standard stuff was there, but I’d never had mental effects quite like that before. My moods were spinning as much as my head. They were so intense, yet so cold all at once. Minute to minute, I’d be laughing ‘til it hurt, then hyperventilating, then punching the bark off the trees, then crying so hard I couldn’t stand up -- yet it all felt dissociated from me. They were physical symptoms of emotion, but the emotions themselves just weren’t there. I was just numb.

Eventually, I passed out. I fell asleep craving nothing more than the quenching release of GC.

One more, I told myself. Just one more.

What I told Fix-it was the truth -- I didn’t want to corrupt. I did want to avoid it. But what I said before about the risk feeling far away? That only got worse, moving forward. My brain said that if I had gotten this far, I was tolerant to it. I was tough. I could take just one more and be fine. If I didn’t take another, I’d be left with a bad taste in my mouth. If I didn’t take another, I’d be giving up one last chance to experience the freedom and euphoria that the first hit gave me. The second one couldn’t be the last. I couldn’t end on such a horrifying note with nothing to wash it down. I couldn’t be ready to face my reality again dragging that around. I needed just one more. Just one.

So, once I’d woken up and had some more time to pull myself together, I drew another portrait, from memory this time. I’d drawn Fix-it so many times perfecting my disguise of him, it was like muscle memory. I guess I just didn’t want him to be one of the first faces up on the wall, otherwise I’d have drawn him sooner. But at that point, I didn’t have the patience to track anyone down to model for me. He’d have to do.

I set out for Tapper’s, portrait in hand. But halfway there, the weirdest and creepiest thing happened. Remember in my buff trip where I’d lose little chunks of time?

That started happening in real life.

One second, I was crossing Game Central Station. One flash of blue later, I was standing outside the bar, having just gotten off the train, with no memory of the time in between, and drumming pain in my head. I knew that was weird and definitely not a good sign.

But it was okay, because I wasn’t going to take any more GC after this last hit.

I entered the bar and sat in my usual spot. The atmosphere seemed somehow even drearier than before, even darker, as if Tapper had dimmed the lights. I wasn’t about to let it get me down, though. I whistled for Tapper. To my surprise, he didn’t come over right away, despite it being a slow night.

He wiped down a counter a little ways away. When I whistled, he took a deep breath and sighed through his nose. He didn’t even look at me. I got the sense, though, that he wasn’t trying to give me the cold shoulder. He just seemed so reluctant to even acknowledge me, so avoidant, as if being pressed on something he didn’t want to talk about. I actually had to get up and go sit in front of him for him to actually talk to me.

“What’s the problem, sad sack?” I asked. “You’re supposed to be happy to see me.”

Tapper stopped cleaning, took another deep breath, and looked me in the eyes with a sad sort of scrutiny. He asked quietly, “Mavis… is there anything you’d like to say to me?”

My heart skipped a beat.

“...No?”

“Really,” he furrowed his brow. “Nothing at all.”

“I’d…” I trailed off for a second, before pulling out the portrait and placing it in front of him. “I’d like to say ‘Pleasure doing business with you!’”

For a second, he froze in inspection of the portrait, and then sighed harshly. He leaned the heels of his palms wide on the counter’s ledge and nodded at me. “I know, Mavis.”

My insides turned cold, but there was no use fighting or running away. I lied to him in full consciousness, knowing that it would hurt my well-intentioned bartender and business partner that I am very fond of. I made my bed. I make many beds. Sometimes I have to lie in them. 

So I sat down in my metaphorical bed, and lied some more.

I tucked my chin. “Know what?”

“Quit playin’ dumb, kid,” he sneered a bit. “And take off those damn shades. You’re not foolin’ anybody.”

I was genuinely confused. “I’m not wearing shades.”

I flinched as he reached over and, with a single motion, snatched away the aforementioned unusual darkness in the room. The lights hadn’t been dimmed. I had just been wearing shades without even noticing -- surely an embarrassingly amateur attempt at hiding my blue pupils from the public without use of my brush. If I know me, I’d say it was more for the walk to Tapper’s than the actual conversation with him. But I don’t think I would have taken them off before speaking to him, anyway. I think I felt worse about that than I did about actually lying to Tapper in the first place. At least the first time, I gave him enough credit to be a convincing liar. This was just stupid.

“Oh…” I blinked against the light. “‘Kay.”

Tapper leaned his elbow on the counter and squinted at me. Then, he sighed. “Yep. That’s what I thought. It’s dim, but it’s there. You couldn’t even wait for your eyes to fully fade before coming out to look for more.”

I caved. I took a deep breath through my nose, leaned on the counter and started munching out of a nearby bowl of pretzels. “So. How’d you find out?”

“Ralph told me.”

My pupils might have been blue, but I saw red. “He did what.” 

“But he wouldn’t have had to, Mavis, with you showing up like this. The shades, the eyes, the-- the--” he looked at the portrait, grasping for words. “Whatever the hell this is.”

“Excuse me? That’s Fix-it Felix Jr., you dope!”

He just spun the paper around and showed it to me. It was not the image I remember drawing. It looked like it might have been a drawing of Fix-it once, but the lines all got drunk and staggered around the page in cliques. It looked like I drew it with my eyes closed. 

“Wh…”

“It’s over, Mavis. I’m puttin’ this deal on hold.”

I can’t say I was surprised. But I was pretty disappointed. The deal had been a good one -- quick, convenient, and benefitting my favorite bar. But once it was over, my brain didn’t even give me time to be upset. It dove right into figuring out how to get my last hit by other means.

I was quiet for a minute, before popping a pretzel in my mouth. “On hold?”

“My walls still need to be filled. I still like working with you. I still like you, kid,” his eyes faded, “but I should never have given you credits, not right now. I should have known better than to think a promise would keep you clean. Now you’re out there getting high with the credits I gave you. I might as well put poison in your root beer.”

I didn’t know what to say. Nothing he said was untrue. I just looked at him severely, waiting for him to finish.

“Now, listen,” he pointed his index finger against the counter. “You go get help. You go get clean. You process all the stuff you gotta process. You give it time. A lot of time. Then, and only then, can we talk business again. I won’t singlehandedly fund your addiction, Mavis. I can’t be responsible for that.”

Something about that rubbed me the wrong way. I pointed a pretzel at him. “It’s not an addiction. I enjoy it, sure, but I don’t need it. I’m still me. I’ve still got full control of my brain.”

He didn’t look up from cleaning the counter. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, Tapper.”

“Then what the hell are you eating, kid?”

“Pretz--” I stopped dead. There was nothing in my hand. There was no bowl on the counter. It’s kind of funny to look back on, but at the time, I got a chill up my spine. It really was worse than I thought. 

I suddenly felt I had to leave. I grabbed my crappy drawing and hopped from the stool. “Alright, well. It was fun while it lasted, Tapper. Seeya round.”

“Mavis.”

I stopped.

“You’re gonna have to swallow your pride. You need to get help. ‘Cause I want you to come back. And if you keep walkin’ down this road,” he paused. “You ain’t comin’ back.”

I just sighed through my nose and started walking. “Yeah, I’ve heard it before.”

Just when I thought he was done, he said loud enough for me to still hear, “What if you heard it from him? What would he say if he saw you like this?”

I’d spent all my lowest hours with a conflicting gratitude that you couldn’t.

I didn’t slow down. I just dragged a faint groan in the deepest part of my throat.

“He’s not the boss of me.”

I saw another flash of blue. Next thing I knew, I was stumbling a bit on bricks. I was in the dump back in my game, and there was an anxious anger boiling in my guts. Wreck-it had made one too many decisions for me. I decided I’d been far too kind to him, I’d shared too much with him. I had to share my feelings one last time. Ugly ones.

I climbed over a small peak, and I saw him. He saw me.

At once, we both yelled, “YOU!”

Then, “ME?!”

He barked, “You dirty little liar!”

I barked, “You big fat narc!”

We advanced on each other, while he growled, “I oughtta whip you across the map!”

“I oughtta stuff your throat with bricks! Why do you keep messing with my life?! It’s none of your Dev-damned business!”

“Oh, it became my business the second you lied to Tapper! I let you stay here just ‘cuz you didn’t want to be alone, I helped you get out there when you were too scared to go, I brought you to see someone who cared about you when you needed it, and what do you do?! You lie to his face so you can go get high! What’s WRONG with you?!”

We stopped just a bit outside of his arm’s reach. I wished so badly that I could fly, so I could float eye-level with him. Having to look up at him sucked.

“I didn’t WANT to go! I wasn’t READY! You dragged me out against my will -- what do you want in return, a freakin’ medal?!”

He gave a full-body eye roll. “No, I don’t want anything! I didn’t want anything! All I wanted was to help! And all you had to do was-- was NOT do exactly what you did! Easy!” 

I seethed. “EASY?!”

“EASY!”

“I have not had,” I grit my teeth, “a second of ‘EASY’ since-- since--” I couldn’t even say it. “You have no idea of the things I’ve been through! You have no freakin’ idea what this is like!”

“Yeah! ‘Cause I’m not allowed to ask about it, remember?!”

“I can guarantee, I can bet my very pixels on it -- if you had to deal with even half of what I have, you’d be blubbering like a 650-pound baby!”

“643!” he spat. “At least I wouldn’t be spinning lies and stuffing my pixels with buffs like you, you little sewer rat!”

“Oh, ho, ho,” I laughed, “That’s just adorable. Buddy, let me tell you -- if you were in my shoes, you wouldn’t have even lasted this long. You’d have gotten us all unplugged.”

“Oh, gimme a break.”

“It’s true! You’d have gone and corrupted a long time ago! If you had to deal with HALF of what I have!”

An upset look sparked in his eye for a second, but he quickly countered, “No, see, that wouldn’t happen, because unlike you, I don’t make my own therapy with-- with--” he gestured sharply, “I’unno, substances.”

“Oh, I see. So, the fact that you go to Tapper’s every single night’s got nothin’ to do with that, huh?”

He clenched his fists. “Don’t even start. I go to Tapper’s because I like talkin’ to Tapper.”

“No, you’re nursing something,” I gave a sickly-sweet smile and took a half-step forward, and I saw his foot twitch back. “You’re drowning some sorrows. What are they, huh? You sad? You lonely? You want things you know you can’t have? You want to change things that can’t be changed?”

“No,” he growled.

“Yeah,” I nodded, knowing I’d struck emotional gold. “You feel trapped.”

“No,” he grit his teeth. “I don’t.”

“Yes, you do!” I laughed, just about ready to derail and completely unhinge. “Everyone does! Because, guess what? We are. All we do is chase things that make us feel like we’re not. And you know what the cheapest, most reliable escape is? Intoxicants.”

“Stop it.”

“So let’s just cut the crap,” I marched forward, and he shuffled back, “If you had nothing, absolutely nothing to bring you joy anymore other than your drink, and you had to lie to get it, you’d lie a million times! You wouldn’t even bother with Tapper if he didn’t pour out your sweet medicine so you can lap it up like the thirsty boozehound you are!”

I just barely dodged his fist.

He roared and slammed his huge meaty cudgels again and again, and I weaved and jumped and slipped out of the way. It was almost the same routine as ever, but his rage was like nothing I’d seen in him before. I grabbed a brick and sprung up to crack it on his head -- I succeeded, but pain stabbed into my brain when I tried to launch from his shoulders. I tumbled against his arm and spilled down onto the bricks. I tried to push up, but the pain in my head held me down. The binary in my eyes crackled away just in time for me to see him standing over me, both fists raised, fire in his eyes.

I just closed my eyes and braced for impact.

It didn’t come. When I looked again, his arms were down, and he was checking me over in a distasteful sort of way, like I was a machine that mysteriously stopped working. I guess he was disturbed to see my usually impressive acrobatics reduced to... that. His chest heaved with anger, but he was clearly pulling the reins.

“Look,” he said quietly, raising his index finger, “let me make one thing perfectly clear: I told Tapper… for Tapper. I brought you out to see Tapper… for Tapper. I like Tapper. I wanted to help him. And I wanted you outta my home. ‘Cause you and I,” he gestured between us, “are not friends. I didn’t even want to get mixed up with you in the first place, and I shouldn’t have. ‘Cause clearly, I wasted my time. You don’t wanna get better. You just wanna keep using everyone, right? You love that. Especially now that everyone feels sorry for you. They think you’re some kinda… kinda tragic poster child for addiction. Well, guess what? I don’t. I think you’re a shady lil’ double-crosser who has no problem taking advantage of sprites who love her. And then you act like you only did what anyone else would have done. Like everyone shares your crappy worldview, or whatever. Listen -- yeah, I do drink when I go to Tapper’s. But, newsflash, not every sprite who drinks is as miserable as you are.”

He kicked a splash of bricks over me, and they hit like a barrage of punches. Then he turned to leave me lying there, calling back as he disappeared over a rise: “Now get out of my home. And stay out.”

I didn’t. Not right away. I just stayed there, lying against the bricks, waiting for my headache and the pain of the brick shower to fade. And, I’ll admit, I felt like crap. Not for what I’d done, exactly. Just for where I was. How I’d gotten there. What drove me to that point. What I was like before all this. Wreck-it was right about one thing: I was miserable. But I wasn’t always.

There were nights where my nonexistent sleeping schedule would keep me awake while you slept. I’d lie there remembering my first nights in the woods, with the sharp grass and the cold baths and newfound loneliness. And then I’d look at where I ended up, safe in a soft bed kept toasty warm by the relentless heat of your body next to me. And I’d just feel so happy over how far I’d come.

The cold, hard bricks under my bruised body were a far cry from where I’d been with you.

For a while, I lied there alone, trying so hard to banish thoughts of those nights from my head. They were so far above me by then. I didn’t want to look up and see how far I’d fallen. 

After a decent wait, the pain in my head clenched enough to flash me down to the bottom of the bricks. I wasn’t sure if I lost time or just warped. A second later, I flashed into Game Central. 

It wasn’t remarkably busy. The atmosphere felt pretty safe, relative to how it had been. For the first time in a while, it felt safer than my game. So I wandered aimlessly. I sat on the benches, I paced, I watched one of those weird dragons from Joust fly by and wished I could chase it. My brain just flooded with nagging thoughts of how I would obtain that last hit of GC. They grew more insistent by the hour, but I was mostly coming up short. Normally, I would hunt the buffs down myself, but I didn’t feel ready to venture into other games again, not other than for meeting my one dealer. But I had nothing to offer her anymore. I was stuck. As my body began to shake, withdrawal approaching fast, I knew I had to come up with something quick.

So many times, I’d lose a chunk of time and find myself sitting on a bench in front of where your game used to be, staring down the dead, black hall. I’m not entirely sure why. I obsessed over the emptiness of it. The wrongness. It hurt so badly to look, but you know when you get a tooth knocked out and your tongue won’t stop running over the empty spot, even though it just makes you bleed more? It was kind of like that. 

I could see wandering sprites looking at me. Of course they did. They didn’t like what they saw, either -- supposed accomplice of mass murder looking at where the murderer himself used to live? Definitely drew some glances. Most were just morbidly curious, it seemed, as if waiting for me to lose it. Others glared and shook their heads, making angry gestures in conversation with their friends. But the last category really caught my eye. A good amount of them showed anxiety. Some watched, wide-eyed. Some exchanged worried whispers. Some even tried to hurry off to their games inconspicuously. At first, I marveled at how stupid they all were. I wondered what it would take to get it through their thick heads that I genuinely had no interest in hurting anyone. I wondered if it would even be worth the headache. But then, something dawned on me.

I’ve always been a master at working with what I’ve got. If I couldn’t soothe their fear, I could at least make it work for me.

[crue6xx]

Unexpected........soft but not

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Type:Fluffy

Pairing:Vince×Reader

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You love motley crue, you always get tickets to shows and go to whiskey a go go and clubs, vinces voice was so mesmerising, you loved it.

Although one night your grandmother stumbled upon a book of yours, of course it had to be your old diary just from a couple years back when you and your prime time of obsession with Motley Crue, you still are but this one was in depth about Vince and your love for him, you know your grandma also likes Motley Crue so as a birthday gift because as it was coming up soon, about a month or so but she decided to buy you backstage passes to a Motley Crue show.

You obviously had no idea about it which wasn't a bad thing also wasn't exactly a good thing the reason happened to be unexpected but it surely happened, skip to last night well you had a couple drinks the rainbow Bar and Grill it was pretty nice you were getting a bit more Tipsy then you planned but you could still see just a bit blurry, a guy with white blonde sort of bushy hair walked up to you introduce himself is Vince, you weren't drinking a bit more now getting a bit more Tipsy things a bit harder to remember or kind of getting blurrier.

You played it off like he was just some guy trying to get your number that you didn't want to go home with, but you didn't want your grandma to see you come home drunk it kind of out of your mind last time that happened you messed up big-time and almost burned the house down but let's not talk about that, back to what was really happening at the bar. " hey I'm Vince nice to meet you how do you do?", looking over from your drink, you " hi I'm doing just fine".

" no-name huh, looks like you're hard to get but me being the guy am I'm pretty sure I don't need to do much explaining do I?".

Still pretty drunk unable to recognize who the hell you're talking to you're blurred out these words a bit loudly " what the hell do you mean, I have never met you in my entire life what makes you think I want to go home with you".

" well then I guess I'll have to try harder" a smug smile exhibited his face " you heard the song Kickstart My Heart?", " fuck yea, who the hell hasn't".

" does the name Vince ring a bell?" He was clearly hinting, still he the hell do you not notice your idol, love of your life? " nah, I don't think so if you say you're trying hard you're not doing too good buddy" you said sipping your iced Martin, Vince clearly cringed at the fact that you called him "Buddy".

" without you in my life I'd slowly Wilt and die but with you by my side you're the reason I'm alive" Vince sung.

Your eyes and now just realizing exactly who you're talking to you yell these three words "HOLY FUCKING SHIT" Vince's smug face happily and easily turned into a smile that you finally noticed who the fuck you're talking to.

" well now that you know, I'm pretty sure you came here alone for number one and number two you're drunk out your mind if you didn't notice me number three you can't drive a car right now so I could take you home unless you don't want anyone to see this crazy drunk but your choice just offering" vince said in a manner knowing he scored .

" oh my God, you Vince Neil. Just ask me. Some random crazy ass girl. To go home with you!?!?!?!"

" what do you fucking think?" He smirked.

" well he'll fucking yeah, Nikki Tommy and Mick with you?" Hooing fir a yes and a no at the same time

" not tonight, that's weird but not tonight".

After reading go home with him to the apartment you thought it was just going to be a quick hookup and then you leave which you didn't mind cuz it's Vince fucking Neil but at the same time you wish it was more because it's not just I want to have sex with him you want to fall in love it's clearly you know will never happen which is the sad part and makes you want to crumble up into a ball and die but fear not I guess you never know Vince is surprising but at the same time groupies is his ultimate favorite, just like a princess who needs a prince but this is not the way it goes cuz we know how the story goes.

When Vince finally parked at the apartment you weren't dazzled it definitely wasn't as nice as your house for a heavy metal star but it was nice enough they were still kind of struggling and didn't feel like buying a new place plus it's OG Motley house the band grew up here, after walking up the rickety stairs you walked in, the smell of alcohol cigarettes and small burn marks on the carpet made Vince want to clean for once in his life.

He told you to wait on the couch just walked into his room you had no fucking idea what he was doing he told you to wait on the couch if he walked into his room you add note walking idea what you was doing but you said couch he told you to wait on the couch if he walked into his room you add note walking idea what you was doing but you said couch waited he told you to wait on the couch if he walked into his room you add note walking idea what you was doing but you waiting on the couch.

Vince walked out with a robe, expecting him to take it off you're a bit preppy, because secretly no one really knows but you're a virgin you don't like saying it makes you sound so basic you don't know how but it just does you don't want to ruin the moment.

" follow me" Vince culling his finger with a smirk you got up at demand you don't know why but it was very attractive even though people found it a bit rude specially to treat a woman like that who gave a damn is Vince goddamn Neil he was hot and you already there you can't do anything about it anyway so, getting up from the couch he followed him slowly into his room, he shares a room with Tommy they both have one side of the room which is split by sheet hung up from the ceiling pinned up by Staples, you walk past the sheets and sea candles aligned around the bed just for some decoration.

You expecting them to immediately push you onto the bed instead he told you to lay down your stomach flat on the bed, you removed your shirt without him even asking you to do so , now faced down on your stomach on the bed Vince crabs some essential oils and put it onto your back it was warm he started to massage your back they give you hickeys on your neck the trails of kisses behind your ear and tight friction oh, he has no shirt but he's wearing a sort of Speedo type underwear that's pretty tight but also flexible.

" you know I know you, you're always in the front row at every show in this town, you're always on some fan page about Motley Crue mostly me though oh, why is that?" Vince sais calmly.

" I've always love Motley Crue, but the first time I saw a picture of you I literally died at the site love your rocking body".

" I'm going to take this slow, I'm not going to give you what you want you're not a groupie you got some girl just looking for a quick hookup, your girl looking for something more, I don't get that alot, so we're going to take things not my way not your way just away from what you expected, maybe next time" he said in a rough scrappy hot voice while massaging your back.

" I'm perfectly fine with that, you know I really do enjoy this more than just a quick hookup" you say fully satisfied with the feeling of vinces hands and the oil rubbing on your back.

After you were fully satisfied what's the massage he lied beside you shirtless, after a quick breath of relief you sit up on the head of the bed propped up on a pillow half under the covers, Vince blows out the candles.

Vince doesn't know exactly what to do neither do you you both are really know what exactly taking it slow is but first step is already done but you don't know what to do afterwards so you just sitting in bed both silent trying to figure out what to talk about what to do and how to do it wow still going slow.

" do you want to spoon?" You say offering to be the small spoon, " already a step ahead of you guess you just said it first" Vince said wrapping his arma around you.

" I know we just met feels like I've known you for a while I'm not sure why this just feels right if this is what love feels like I'm in for a long happy ride".

Those words melted your heart, he kissed you play with your hair left hickeys almost everywhere but not below your waist because as you both agreed you were going slow but you wondered how long you were going to keep it slow because to be honest you were a bit impatient cuz I mean you've had a crush on Vince for so long not that it's an issue that you got a massage from him get to come to his apartment and snuggle and Spoon but still you didn't want to keep it slow for too long.

" I think well.... I sound crazy I know I do but... I think I love you" Vince forced himself to blurt.

" I've always wanted to hear that but that's only because I had a crush on you for how you looked, got even more now you sound nowhere near crazy to me...... I think I love you too"

" man me and you so crazy ass motherfuckers, I guess taking it slow as the right way finally met someone that I can connect with been a while since that".

" it's funny, you were never this emotional whenever I saw you in interviews and such wow it's truly a soft guy"

" well you'd be surprised, I truly am soft guy it's hard to admit although I am pretty rough around the edges I am soft guy a little bit on the inside"

" well it was very unexpected, I thought you just wanted a quickie I was wrong we're taking it slow I guess I don't mind as much but I'm still a little bit impatient to be honest"

" I think when I said taking it slow I didn't mean we had to wait days he'll it could have been 15 minutes I wouldn't mind" vince smirked moving his hand up your thigh still while spooning you.

" well then I guess tonight have some more unexpected territories to explore I say you've done enough of the slow what do you say?"

" what do you fucking think?'

" still unexpected hot soft but not"

[engagedtobefree]

A Change of Heart

Monday - In the morning I am at the coffee machine when Scott comes in. He must have thought I wasn’t waiting for him since I wasn’t at the printer. When he rounds the corner and sees me, he exclaims, “Dana!!”. I never knew how to take this the few other times he’s said my name like this, since he says it in a way that friends would, but now it makes me feel all warm inside as I understand now that he’s excited to see me. One day last week I was making tea while Scott happened to be in the bathroom (I did hear someone walk by but I didn’t know who it was). When he had come out of the bathroom and saw me standing there, he couldn’t help but break into a smile. I truly wonder how exactly seeing me makes him happy like that. I know why seeing him makes me happy, and I wonder if it’s for the same reasons on his end.

It’s trainee week and I nicked us each a cookie upstairs before they’re all gone. When I go into Scott’s office to give it to him, he looks down at the cookie than up at me and says, “You’re so thoughtful.” I feel I ruin it by saying, “I guess” and then add on “You’re the only person I get stuff for.” “Well I appreciate it.” I can feel my heart pulsing with happiness. He gave me a compliment, but not on my appearance, and I appreciate that he appreciates me. I realize later in the week that probably all of my compliments/flirting have been geared toward appearance, and I make a mental note to tell Scott something I like about him non-appearance related first chance I get. When my lunch is over and I get up out of the seat, I go to adjust my pants and my shirt pops up a little above my right hip, showing some skin. I see Scott look there for half a second, and then he looks away with a look of guilt on his face. I know it’s just a small patch of skin and that it’s not even a sexual part of my body, but I know how there have been times where I’ve new parts of Scott (ie. chest hair, arms not covered by long sleeves) and it’s been enough for me to swoon over. Idk why the guilty face though. I wonder if it’s that conflicted part of him since he’s married, or maybe he was just embarrassed that I caught him looking.

At the end of the day, I talk to Scott in his doorway. We somehow get on the topic of my asthma and he asks me what it’s like. I don’t really know what to tell him except that it’s just not being able to breathe, and that the more you try to breathe the worse it seems to get. I haven’t had an attack in years, and I think I have most likely outgrown it, which can happen. He mentions how he remembers going to school with a kid who had asthma and he was always taking his inhaler. I tell him that that was me. I was the nerdy kid who had an inhaler, braces, glasses, and big frizzy hair. He laughs and then continues to smile at me. But for real, my transformations over my elementary school days are incredible. In some photos, mainly middle school, you can’t even tell it’s me. Well, at least that’s what I think, or maybe I’m just hoping that’s the case lol.

Something I didn’t write in last week’s post that I wanted to was how I always somehow know when Scott is around. So Friday I was sitting and working at my desk when I heard someone shuffling through papers next to the printer. This happens about 100 times a day, so it’s something I pay no attention to, but without even thinking I turn around and look. It’s Scott. I turn back to my computer, but then a few seconds later he is in my doorway saying “Hey, Dane.” I spin around. He asks me about an order and I joke with him and then he goes back to his office. A few minutes later I hear someone shuffling papers again, and again, for no reason, I turn and look. Scott is looking down at a paper, but this time he’s facing my cubicle. He looks up at me, gives me a little smile while he nods his head up and says, “Got it”. I give him a little smile back. He must have been waiting for a fax, but I hadn’t heard anything go through in those few minutes, but I either tuned the beeping out or he didn’t see it in the pile the first time.

Tuesday - While I’m talking to Scott during my lunch, somehow the mention of  birthdays comes up, so I take this opportune moment to ask him when his birthday is. He hesitates before answering, and when he does answer, I can hear the apprehension in his voice. I find this odd, but don’t show any signs that I noticed anything. His birthday is January 15th. I tell him my birthday is October 15th and how it’s funny they’re on the same day (not exact same day, but he knew what I meant). The bit of anxiety that I picked up on disappears after I say this. I think he was afraid of something, but in the moment I can’t imagine what it could possibly be. I wonder later in the day what interactions we had on his birthday since it was on a Monday, so I go on my tumblr to see. As soon as I see it, I don’t even have to read to know what happened that day. I have not forgotten that day, and had I not been on Cloud 9 of finally knowing his birthday, I would have immediately realized the significance of that day. It was Martin Luther King Jr Day and also the day my guinea pig, Max, passed away. I spent the whole morning at my desk, worrying about leaving Max at home. Then I went home during my lunch, saw him bleeding, and took him to the vet. I had gone back to work after the vet told me he would most likely be okay. I vaguely remember waving to Scott as he sat in his car during his lunch as I practically ran inside, trying to hide the fact I had spent the past hour crying. I was at work another hour before getting the phone call that Max had passed away, and then I left work for the rest of the day. I spent a majority of Scott’s birthday in tears. I am crying even as I write this. I have not fully dealt with Max’s death yet, hence why I have not written the 2nd post about him that I wanted to write. I still want to and am going to write it, but it’s so hard. I still miss the little guy so much. I went back to work the next day and I remember telling Scott about how Max died the day before. I don’t know if Scott remembers that, as I feel he would have been more inclined to since Max’s death happened on his birthday, but I think that Scott didn’t really take in too much about me during our early stages, so I can;t be sure if he remembers this. I think that that is one possibility though as to why he was apprehensive about telling me his birthday, because he thought I might realize the significance of the date. Another reason I came up with was that maybe he was nervous I was going to ask him the year he was born, but I already know how old he is thanks to White Pages, and I mean, even before that I already knew he was much older than me. These are the only 2 reasons I could come up with, but it could still be something else I haven’t thought of. (Fun Fact: If you add up the single digits of our ages, you get the same number. So he’s 44 and 4 + 4 = 8. I’m 26 and 2 + 6 = 8. I have way too much time on my hands). At one point during our conversation during this lunch, I say something, though I can’t remember what, but Scott gives me such a tender look after that melts my heart.

Wednesday - Joyce and I go to talk to our big boss Angelo in the morning about our concerns about moving to the second floor. He hears us out and then says he’s meeting with his boss later, so he will bring everything to his attention then. I stay behind to ask Angelo how my hiring process is going. He says the HR woman is on vacation this week but that he talked to her last week and she’s almost done all of my paperwork, so we should hear something by the end of next week. I am so excited that any day now I will be a permanent employee.

When I turn to look at Scott as I wait by the printer, I am in awe. He’s been wearing company shirts lately since they’re all short-sleeve, and he has on the one that I like best on him. It’s a medium gray with some light blue accents in it, and it fits him really well. I immediately think of how nice he looks but because our greeting always happens so fast and he walks in his office, I don’t get get to tell him this.

After I finish my lunch, I go into Scott’s doorway and ask him if he wants a cannoli or fruit or anything. He says “no thanks” and I linger for a few seconds longer in the doorway, beaming at him. He breaks into a smile and I think about how handsome he is before walking away. When I come back downstairs I go into his doorway again. “You look nice today.” He responds with a modest “Thank you.” “You always look nice though.” He thanks me again. I go in and sit in the chair next to his desk like I always do now and talk to him for the rest of my lunch. I also tell him “Oh, I saw something yesterday and thought of you.” I word it specifically in this way for obvious reasons. It was only something I saw about apple cider vinegar helping with acid reflux, which he has, but I thought if he wanted to try it to see if it helped he had this information now to do so. I also tell him how I met with Angelo this morning with Joyce and also how I will be hired any day now. He’s always genuinely happy for me. He has become the first person I always want to tell anything to, whether good or bad. I’ve somehow been building trust with Scott without even realizing it.

I had wanted to grab some fruit upstairs, but some of the trainee guys were still in there. I don’t mind grabbing the cookies and whatnot cuz it takes me and extra 3 seconds, but piling fruit on a plate takes longer, and I don’t want to stay in there longer than necessary because I get uncomfortable (more about this on Thursday). So I decide to go up and grab some about 10 minutes after my lunch, and when I go up, Scott is in there heating his food. He’s looking at me and he asks if I ate yet. He already knows I finished my lunch, but I think maybe he was just being hopeful about it and that he could talk to me a bit more. I tell him I ate already and that I was just grabbing some fruit since I didn’t earlier. I wish I could talk to him more than we do, but it’s hard to at work. If I could switch my lunch without it being obvious that I was doing it so that I could spend it with Scott, I would. I remember back toward the beginning of all this with Scott I said he seems like someone I could just talk with for hours over coffee, and I was right. I feel like I could talk to him all day and never be bored.

While Scott is still on lunch, at one point I look at a sticky trap on the ground at one end of my cubicle, which required me rolling over to where my cubicle entrance is. We have these traps for bugs, and there have been those little red spider mites infesting our windows and I see at least one daily on my desk. I’m doubtful as to whether any mites have actually gotten trapped (none have), and as I’m investigating inside the trap, Scott walks by. He tells me how our back door isn’t working and won’t let anyone inside, so he was told to put a sign there. I roll over to the other end of my doorway and get as close to him as I can. I look up at his smiling face and I want nothing more than to be as close as possible to this man.

I take an order out to the warehouse while Scott is out there. I pass by him and we lock eyes and greet each other, smirking. As I’m heading back, Scott is not too far ahead of me. I already walk faster than him, but I quicken my pace to catch up. As he crosses over the one walkway, I am just about to say, “Scott, wait up!” when he stops and waits for me on the other side, so I don’t have to say anything. We walk back in to the offices together. I do most of the talking, but it’s fine. I’m just happy he stopped on his own to wait for me.

Angelo comes over in the late afternoon and tells Joyce and I that we will be staying where we are, and that if we did have to move, things would just have to rearranged on the first floor in order for us to stay down there. We are ecstatic. I had a really good feeling things were going to pull off for us in some way, and I was not disappointed. I thought at the least Angelo would tell us we’d still be moving but would just stay on the first floor somewhere; I never imagined we would be told we could stay where we are though. I don’t immediately go tell Scott, but I don’t wait too long, half an hour maybe. I go to heat up my tea so I can walk by his office and possibly tell him. I am glowing inside and I decide that I really want him to look at me this time, since he doesn’t always turn to look at me when I walk by. I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence, or if he sensed me coming (my light/good vibes), or if me deciding he was going to turn to look at me had anything to do with it, but Scott does actually turn to look at me. He’s glowing just as much as I imagine I am. He turns back to his computer after a few seconds, but instead of walking by, I stop in the doorway. “We’re not moving, we get to stay where we are.” Me, him, and Steve chat for a few minutes, and Scott is still beaming at me. I say, “I got 2 out of 2 today.” “So you’re having a good day, huh?” “Yeah, I am.” Again, he is so genuinely happy for me. It fills me up with even more joy.

Thursday - Scott comes in in the morning while I’m at the coffee machine. A guy, Tom, is at the printer, so when Scott rounds the corner, he doesn’t have his face set into a small smile like he normally does when I’m there. However, when he rounds the corner, he breaks into a grin when he sees me there waiting to greet him. I think I actually like this better than the printer sometimes because 1. He’s always pleasantly surprised to see me there and 2. It’s easier for us to make eye contact since I don’t have to turn around and can already be facing his direction.

During lunch he tells me I look nice. I can feel myself glowing. We have the trainees here this week, and I mention how I hate going upstairs when they’re here because someone always has to make a comment at me. I have never divulged this information to anyone, and my only guess as to why I said this to Scott was because I feel so safe with him. “Like what?”, he responds. “Oh, idk, they just say weird things to me for no reason.” “What do they say to you?”. He seems very put-off by this information, not in a jealous way, but in a protective sort of way. He’s concerned for sure. “Well, they just say stupid and weird things. I don’t really remember any because I ignore them. Today when I went up to put my lunch bag back in the fridge, a guy said to me ‘What did you bring us to eat?’. I just walked away.” I did just walk away, but I forgot I also said, “Nothing, you have food.” There’s no need to comment to me. “They always have to say something, but it’s always something dumb. I guess they’re just trying to be...” “Funny?” “Yeah.” One side of Scott’s mouth lifts up into an unconvincing half-smile. I think he can probably tell this makes me uncomfortable. For the most part, the trainees are okay. Most of them give me a friendly “hello”, which is totally okay and there’s nothing wrong with that. Sometimes, while they are waiting in line for their food, I will sense and/or see one or two watching me, but that is also fine. It’s when I walk in and I can very much feel a man’s eyes penetrating me, and then he just has to say something to me, like he needs my attention, I get this weird uncomfortable feeling. I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t know if most men have ever felt this way at all, but I’m sure any woman would understand what I mean. It was Tuesday or Wednesday I was coming down the stairs, and though I am small-chested, my breasts still very much bounce. When I lifted my head, there was a guy in the entrance hall and he was very noticeably looking at my breasts. While I didn’t like it, he at least didn’t say anything to me. I know men look. However, I thought back to the day Scott had his glasses on, when he was talking to the receptionist and how when I came down the stairs and looked up, he was looking at my face. Whether he looked at my boobs, I don’t know, but even if he did, he didn’t keep looking. I’m not just viewed sexually by him.

Some time during or after Scott’s lunch, he makes some tea. I had just made some coffee a few minutes prior. I go right up next to him and he turns to face his whole body toward me, and I tell him I need a coffee stirrer. I am standing literally an inch away from him, and I feel such a strong pull to just step forward and press myself against him. Scott is smiling and his face is so close to mine. He didn’t move over as I came walking up next to him. I go over to the printer to retrieve a random email I printed merely for the sake of having a reason to get up to talk to Scott before I decided on the idea to grab a coffee stirrer. I didn’t need the coffee stirrer just like I didn’t need to print anything. I see Scott is holding an apple and we get on the topic of organic fruit.

At the end of the day, I walk past Scott’s office to the recycling bin and he is getting ready to leave, a.k.a. actually leaving on time. He asks me if I heard that the people who were supposed to be coming to our company may not even be coming now. So pretty much my whole worry about having to move may have been for nothing. Cool. I go to log off my computer and grab my stuff, taking my time. I wonder if I should go back to Scott’s office or walk out, but since he seemed to be further along in the getting-ready-lo-leave process, I figure I’ll just slowly walk out. Then I slowly put my things in my car. It’s been roughly 3 minutes. Okay... I start to hope he wasn’t waiting for me, because now I feel like a dick. I am still over on the passenger side of my car, so lean over and act like I’m doing something in my bag, and when I see the door start to open, I stand up and act like I’m on my phone. I look up at Scott and he stops for a split second and then slowly continues to his car. He’s got that mischievous, sly smile on his face, which I return right back to him.

Friday - Scott is leaving early today for a follow-up on his eyes. Normally I wait until like 12:25ish to go see him, but today I go about 10 minutes earlier since I haven’t talked to him all day yet. As I’m making my way down the hall toward his door, I can see he’s eating and that he might not see me coming, but I also don’t want to disturb his lunch unless he invites me in, so I shuffle my feet a bit as I walk so he hears me. He looks up at me and smiles and says his usual, “Hey, what’s up, Dana?”, so I go in.

We talk about quite a bit in the half hour I’m in there. I ask him how he’s doing with Steve in there, since I heard him coughing to death this morning. Scott says he’s been spraying Lysol disinfectant at the end of every day, which I did hear him do on Monday. I say, “Yeah, I heard him earlier and thought ‘Scott is probably pressed up against the wall right now.’” I ask him if he is paranoid about getting sick, because I remember the end of January when I was super sick and got out the hospital, he asked me literally 3 times in one conversation if I was sure he was better. He gives me a funny look I can’t read, but I think maybe he is surprised that I actually remembered something so far back. 

We talk about shoes and shopping, and I mention how I’m going shopping Monday with my friend who is going to Jamaica, and he says he loves it there and that he’s been there 3 times. I wonder for about the 50th time if that’s where he got married, but I don’t feel that uncomfortable, jealous pang like I used to; I think I’ve been slowly working through it. Scott offers me some of his yogurt, which is sweet. I decline, but the sentiment means a lot to me that he would share his food with me. To me, it’s a symbol of trust.

We also get on the topic of his eye-doctor appointment and Scott mentions how he honestly doesn’t remember what my glasses look like. He can’t seem to make up his mind on this topic, but I think 2 weeks ago when he said I looked good in my glasses that he was trying to make up for his blunder of calling my type of glasses “nerd glasses”. Before I realize what I’m saying, I blurt out, “Oh! I have a pic of me in my glasses on my phone.” Then internally I go, “Shit, now we have to show Scott a selfie, and not even that great of one.” I could always say, “Nevermind, I must have taken it off my phone” or something, but I don’t. I show Scott one of the few pics I have of me in my glasses. I showed him a picture yesterday of an absolutely beautiful sunset I took of the lake out back back in the fall, and he had stared at that a good bit before handing my phone back to me. He stares at my selfie considerably longer, and I don’t know how to take that. He starts saying how most people think they look stupid in glasses but that others don’t think that about them, and how he thinks he looks stupid in glasses. Again, without thinking, I genuinely blurt out, “I think you look great in glasses!”. He truly does. He responds with, “See, I could say the same thing about you.” I want to move past only physically complimenting Scott, but as of yet I haven’t seen the opportune moment to do so. A part of me wishes I didn’t show him the selfie, because it’s just not a flattering photo of me (see below), but at the same time I know Scott won’t judge me or think badly of me, so I feel okay.

Something that I have been thinking about all week is how far we’ve come. I cannot predict the future and therefore do not know whether this will go beyond a friendship or how long Scott will be in my life, but I am honestly amazed at the progression here, and the change of heart. In the beginning, I was a hopeful, naive little thing, constantly showering Scott with attention while he basked in it. I would pelt him with question after question about him, his life, his weekends, while he clearly enjoyed being the center of attention while barely having to reciprocate anything in order to stay in this limelight I put him in. He didn’t seem to have much of a true interest in me as a person and he enjoyed talking himself up and stringing me along. And I look at us now, and I can see how he has genuine interest when he asks me things, how he now remembers things I tell him, how he always tries to reciprocate whether it’s with food or compliments, and how there have been times where I could see he was happy because I was happy, and I am amazed. I don’t know what has changed for him. He seems to have grown to care about me like I’ve grown to care about him, and I often wonder what exactly it is about me that has brought about this change in his heart. I guess he genuinely likes me as a person, and I wonder just what that entails. Before, it seemed like he only had intentions of hooking up with me, but the fact that he hasn’t mentioned it again after I told him to let me know also makes me wonder. I’m sure other reasons include his wife and his schedule, among other things, but I truly believe, as I’ve said in my last post, that there have been growing feelings on his end that have complicated this even further in the past month and a half. If we have come this far in only 5 months, what will the next 5 months bring? No matter what, I believe it will only be good things.

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Part 3

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A/N : Just ughhh..!!!!! pert 3 everyone, took so long cuz i’m just that lazy

Dean’s POV

 I took (Y/N) to his motel to get his things, and of course of all places he has to stay in the same damned motel I left that blonde I fucked last night. ‘Shit ! hope she’s already gone…’ I thought to myself while we walked inside the motel. We stopped at the front door of his room, I watched as he unlock it. And boy, I wonder how could seeing someone unlocking a door be so interesting. The way (Y/N)’s hands twisting the key, I wonder how it felt when that hand playing with my dick. Rubbing it, twisting it like he’s twisting those key, stroke me with those soft looking hands. Grip me hard and going fast, then slow, fast again, and bring my dick to his mouth. “Shit!....” I cursed in a breathless whisper.

“Dean, are you okay ?” (Y/N) asked me, made me realised that I was just almost moan his name after the curse.

“Umm.. yeah it’s fine..i’m fine..” I’m stuttering and sure that my face is flushed right now.

“Are you sure ? because you’re kinda looks flushed, are you sick ?” He reached his hand to my forehead, out of instinct I guess. And boy, his hand are softer that I could ever imagine. “You’re kind of hot Dean…”

“Oh you don’t look to bad yourself little boy.” I countered with a smirk, testing my luck.

“Thanks… but that’s not what I mean, your forehead is warm I think you have a fever.” He chuckled a little, the sound warming my heart. He don’t know that it’s him that doing this to me, making me nervous, flustered and hot just being near him.

“Maybe, you could make it better little boy…” And I swear I said that just in my head, but seeing (Y/N)’s eyes grow wide and smile of amusement on his ridiculously beautiful face, I knew I said it out loud.

“Are you hitting on me right now ? or are you just messing with me ?” he smiled again.

“Of course I’m messing with you…” I laugh, hoping that he wouldn’t realised that I indeed tried to hit on him.

“You are one strange men Dean, dorky for sure… I like it, it means you’re not much of a jerk as what people told me.”

“Wait a minute, a jerk? What kind of things that people told you about me ?”

“Well let’s just say they’re not fond of you, so the things they said was pretty awful..” He smiled at me, and opened the door.

 Didn’t took long for him to pack, I only saw him shoving his folded clothes from the drawer into one of his bag. The other bag seemed like it’s never been touched since he arrived here, I was about to ask when he asked me if I’m ready to go back to the Bunker. And my luck decided to leave me when we steped out of the room, she called me with that fake name I gave to her.

“James ! Where were you ? I was looking for you this whole afternoon….and who is this ? why did you steped out of that room together ?” She pointed at (Y/N) who just stood there looking amussed. I reacted fastly, grabbing his shoulder and bring his body flushed to my side.

“See, umm..Brenda, I.. this is my boyfriend..” At my statement (Y/N) whipped his head to look at me. “We were fighting last night.. and I was just so mad and looking for a distraction, and then I met you.. so..”

“First of ll, my name is Britany, and second you..you fucked me with the same dick you used to fuck him ?” She’s fumming right now, and I could tell that (Y/N) is getting annoyed with her creacky screamy voice. When I’m about to reply her, he cut me.

“As a matter of fact honey, yes he did, you’re just a quick fuck for him, and that dick? Indeed the same dick that he used to fuck me. Thanks by the way for giving him a reason to come back to me after your fuck. He said he realised that nothing beats the feel of my asshole around his dick. So move, we have to go home to fuck eachother.” He said those whole thing a lot lower and hushkier, than the way he used to talk, and it sounds hot. I watched in utter amazement that not only he played along, but he also willing to talk about things that he didn’t knew I wanted to do to him. Fuck him good, sounds so hot when it came out of his mouth. He dragged me out from the motel and we hopped in to Baby.

 I didn’t start the engine right away, instead I turned to look athim, with amusement smirk plastered.

“What ?!..” he said chuckling.

“I bet that how your asshole would beat the feel of her pussy is right little boy…” And I swear he just blushed. But only a few seconds and he’s back with his playful expresion.

“Ohh, you have no idea Sir…” He wiggle his eyebrows, which makes me explodes in a laughter. He laugh with me for a moment “Seriously James ? And more you have to act as if you’re gay to get out from one night stand? Further more with me?..”

“Sorry..That’s the first thing that came out on my mind. Besides, I didn’t asked you to play along but you did. In fact you’re the one that doing all the talk for me….”

“Oh..my god..Dean winchester, I can’t belive you… not even a thank you for getting rid of her ?” He figned anoyance but failed miserably.

“Well thank you (Y/N) for getting rid of my ‘quick fuck’..” I said to him with and make airy quote gesture, referring to what he called that girl.

“You’re welcome, but next time don’t use me as an excuse please… and by the way, you knew didn’t you ?…”

“Knew about what ?..” I asked confused.

“C’mon don’t play dumb with me..! How did you know that I’m gay ?” He asked me agai, I’m in such an awe that he could read me like that. I was silent for a moment.

“Well, I kinda get the feeling after you asked if I’m hitting on you or messing with you….Also after those sex comments you said to her ?” I looked up at him hopping he wouldn’t be mad with my answer.

He scofed “Seriously ? after the sex coments ?” He made anoyed face, but somehow I can see the faintest amusement behind it.

And I decided to just give him apologetic shrug, then he chuckeled. He’s like a whole different person I met this morning, and the way his eyes shine when he smiles is priceless. Oh man, I’m in a deep shit did I ? Before I get lost further in my own head, I start the engine and drove to the Bunker.

 Normal POV

 Once they arrived, Sam was already waiting in the livingroom. He then took (Y/N) to the room he prepared earlier. He left (Y/N) to settle in his room downstair to the kitchen where he knows Dean would most likely be.

“Dean ….”

“What ?” he looked up from his plates of burgers they brought on the way home.

“You looked so happy, what’s that all about ?” There’s a teasing tone in that sentence.

“I get to have pies now, so that’s about it…”

“Come on! You know that I wouldn’t buy that right ?” And that’s how Dean told everything to him while they eat their burger. How (Y/N) just made him feeling things he never thought he could after every fucked up shit happened, and further more he feel it towards (Y/N)! a men, one that as much of a men he see as him and Sam, one that he just litteraly met that day. They were still intact with their conversation, and Dean is eating his pie when (Y/N) steped into the kitchen, and both of them jumped from their seats out of surprise.

“Jeezz..(Y/N) don’t sneak up like that! I nearly died because of heart attack years ago, how if that happens now ?” Dean said while still holding his hand to his chest.

“Who’s sneaking? You both are too caught up in your girls talk that is….” There he back with his free mouth again. Sam chuckled and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow “Something funny girafe ?”

“What ? girafe ?” Sam asked, anoyed, but amussed at the same time.

“Cuz you’re tall, get it ?” (Y/N) said as he round the table to grab his burger. “By the way, I need to show you things.”

“Things ? what things ?” Dean asked

 (Y/N) lift his bag and spilled everything on it to the table. He lifted the first thing and then explain what that is. “In this hard drive, there are all informations about The Men of Letters, supernatural creatures and how to defeat them, sigils, and things that I could find in my grandpa’s secret room. I burned them after I digitalized everything, I checked the papers, there are no watermarks, or hiden letters that would apear if you put it next  to a heat, so … yeah… I think that was the right thing to do. I don’t want anyone or anything find these informations after I left.”

Sam picked the hard drive and give (Y/N) questioning look. “You said you digitalized everything you could find, and how many things did you find actually?”

“ninety eight files, each files contained about twenty something pages of text, and some pictures… not to mentions, the table, diagram, mapping, and else…”

“And what about that ?” Dean pointed to several books that sprawled in front of (Y/N)

“I searched for the kind of language used in this books but find nothing, so I figured it’s best to bring it here. Probably there’s something that could help us in this book, but I’m not sure since I can’t read it.”

When Dean is about to take the book, Sam took it first. Dean gave him an annoyed sigh, he take some kind of blade instead. “And what about these ?”

“I honestly don’t know, I couldn’t find anything about it from the files, it’s not an angel blade but somehow it was sealed. “

“Sealed ?” Sam asked.

“Yeah look..” (Y/N) pull the blade from the seath and show them the signs covering the shaft of the blade “It’s some kind of sigils maybe, I’m not sure, but the letters are somewhat similar to one of these books has.”

And again, Dean picked up something “I gotta say, you’re fully loaded little boy” then he aimed the shotgun to (Y/N) with that teasing smirk of his.

“What can I say ?..” (Y/N) shruged innocently “These things that killed my family are still out there. And for some reason they let me live, and to find hunters like you, at least I gotta pretend like one, so the armos also work as my cover.”

“I gotta say (Y/N) I’m impressed, you’re a lot smarter and prepared than this piemania over here..” he jutted his chin towards Dean that earn him a ‘wtf’ look from the older “But these armos, looks kinda not ordinary for me..”

(Y/N) looked at Sam then Dean, “Thanks for the compliment, I’m aware of that..” Dean gave him ‘wtf’ look to “These armos were self made, silvers, melted with holy fire and the pieces were washed with holy water before it put together” This earned him an impressed yet curious look from the brothers. “What ? I’m not a rookie in supernatural business, and I’m not kidding when I said me and grandpa protected the children we raised.”

“Well, it’s getting late. How about you spill everything else you knew in the morning ?” Sam sugested to (Y/N) which he gladly accept, putting the things back to his bag.

“Thank’s Dean, Sam for agreeing to help me, and you also opened your door to me..i’m ..i’m .. thank you..” Then he turned to go back to his room. The brothers wathed him leave, and when (Y/N) is upstair Dean looked at Sam.

“I’m in a deep shit Sam, I keep on staring at his butt these whole time…”

“Well, that’s something new, you usualy just stares at something’s butt that also have boobs….” With that Sam leave Dean to get  a sleep himself.

 Dean sit a little bit longer, thingking over what he should do about (Y/N). Should he make a move? He know (Y/N) is gay anyway, but how if these things he felt towards the boy is just temporary attraction or just admiration, even worse if it’s just a pity that the boy is somewhat had gone through things like him and Sam. Whatever it is he need to find out soon, because they don’t know until when they had peaceful day before another big world threatening situation would come.

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Choke on it

Waw. I have been here for more than half a year and haven’t posted a single thing ? Well, let me fix that. Here is my fanfiction .Its already on Archive but I wanted to put something here as well. ₍₍ ◝(●˙꒳˙●)◜ ₎₎ Gonna put first three chapteres into one cuz why not ?

Summary

Rhys was supposed to go to college, get his diploma and follow in his father foot steps into becoming a famous technical developer. That all changed when his mother died and Rhys's father decided for him to become a Vault Hunter and clear the universe from all those nasty bandits. The story is about Rhys who is the Vault Hunter in Borderlands 2, but he hates ALL the bandits. Handsome Jack on the other side ?Who wouldn't want to work for someone like that ?

The train trip to Opportunity was way longer than expected. When they told him that he will be travelling by train, Rhys expected it to take about two or three hours at most. But here he was. Sitting on an uncomfortable seat with muscles itching from lack of movement. He and the other four Vault Hunters have been on this train for about six hours, without any information about their whereabouts what so ever. Rhys tried to ask one of the guards passing him in the wagon, but he would always get the same answer. “We will be there soon, sir. Please just wait on your seat.” Once more he tried to use his ECHO eye to see if he can get any hints about how far from the city they were, but since this was his first time on the planet his eye wasn’t fully collaborated with the land yet and so it could show him nothing but blur of useless information.

Rhys sighed and looked around at his four companions. They were sharing this small space for almost seven hours, but none of them have spoken a word.

Nearest to him was sitting a girl with blue short hair and yellow shirt that was missing one sleeve. Her arm was covered in a tattoo matching her hair with its colour. She was reading some old-looking book. Rhys tried to look at the name, but it was written in a language he didn’t recognize.

On his other side was a handsome looking blond man trying to fix something on his turret that he’d deployed after an hour of their trip. Rhys had considered offering him a help with that, but decided against it. After all, he wouldn’t let anyone touch his mechanical arm either.

In front of him was sleeping a short man with funny looking beard. His snoring seemed to be louder than the train itself. Rhys was tempted to wake him up, but he valued his life too much for even getting closer to the guy. Even though he was short, Rhys considered him to be the scariest of them all. The guy had more muscles than the mutated cows on Eden 5.

And then there was this… person, sitting right next to the sleeping cow guy. He was dressed in black thin armour and had a helmet covering his face. He was not moving. At all. From the first moment, they got in the train until now, Rhys did not see this person move. It was freaky, but fascinating at the same time.

After a quick self-convincing he decided to talk to the girl.

“Hey.” Rhys greeted her, moving to sit closer.

“Hey.” She replied, her grey eyes never leaving pages of the book.

“Ehm...” The brunet cleared his throat. “The book you are reading. It looks… Interesting.”

“It is.”

“What is it about? “

She sighs, understanding that he will not leave her alone that easily, and finally looks away from the book turning her attention to Rhys. “It is about mystical realms and the effect they can have on one’s aura and mana.”

“Oh” Rhys replied not knowing what he had expected. “That’s, nice. Aura and stuff. Really cool.” Smooth one. God the day he learns how to talk to girls will be the day skags will start writing gay romantic poems.

The girl raised one eyebrow. She was about to move back to her book, but then she noticed the mechanical arm and pointed at it. “You made that yourself?”

Rhys looked at his arm, as if just now realizing it was there. “Oh. This? Well, I had a little help with the basic structure, but yeah. I did most of it on my own.”

“Can I have a look?” She grabbed the arm without waiting for permission and started inspecting the separate parts. “Is it connected to your nerve system or just the arm muscles?”

“Both, actually. It allows it to react on both conscious and subconscious impulses. I also have it synchronized with my ECHO eye, so I can use it as a computer.” He turns on the projection of map from the projector built into the metallic palm to show his point. ”This thing can come really handy in combat.”   Rhys chuckled to himself. “Pun intended.”

To his surprise, the blue haired girl smiles back leaving his arm be and looking back into his eyes.

“Those are hard to find these days. How did you manage do get one?” She asks this time pointing at his ECHO eye.

“My dad was a scientist. He gave it to me when I was ten years old. Saying it will improve my chances to follow in his footsteps.” Rhys looked away to stare at his black shoes. “But you can say things didn’t really turn out as he’d expected.”

The girl was silent for a moment not sure how to respond to that. “My name is Maya.” She says after a second of thinking. “It is really nice to meet you. You seem to be a nice guy, for a Vault Hunter.”

“Rhys.” He smiled, shaking her hand. ”Same goes for you.”

“So, tell me Rhys. How did you end up working for Hyperion?” Maya asks closing her book.

“Well.” He rose his hand running through his hair. “I was kinda hoping that it would get me to meet Handsome Jack.” Rhys paused looking at blue sign with the man’s face. “I really do admire the guy you know? I was thinking that working for him would be a great experience.” At this Maya laughed.

She´s got a beautiful smile. Rhys thought, blushing a little. “You are lucky that the man decided to hire Vault Hunters. Must be a dream come true.”

“Heh. Guess you’re right.” He smiled looking at his shoes. “Don’t get me wrong. There are plenty of things the guy does that I don’t agree with. Still, it only took him a decade to turn Hyperion into what it is today. And I think that’s admirable. “Maya shrugs mumbling something that sounded like, guess you’re right, under her breath.

“And what about you?” Rhys’s eyes finally leaving the floor and turning back to her.”What made you join?”

She stayed silent for a second thinking about her answer. “I came to Pandora to find more information about sirens. Because this place seems to be their origin. But I had no luck with coming across any valid clues, only this one guy talking about a siren that used to live here. Unfortunately, she got killed by Hyperion a few months ago. At least that’s what the official records say, but the rumour has it that she is still alive. Hiding, because she knows Hyperion is after her.” There was a brief pause before she continued. “Anyway, I have been running out of resources, and the pay check Hyperion offers is hard to say no to.”

Rhys nodded. “So you really are a sir-“ He got interrupted by a loud noise of something landing on the roof. They wasted no time getting combat ready, standing up from their seats, loading their guns.

Rhys’s attention got caught by a movement coming from the sign with Handsome Jack saying “Welcome Vault Hunters.” It was revealing another sign. Handsome Jack was on it still smiling, now with a murderer’s grin. Rhys’s heart stopped when he read the new red sign.

Welcome Vault Hunters. To you doom.

                                              (nothing personal)

Part 2 - Daddy's lil monster

 There were two loader bots charging up right before their shocked eyes, and more sounds were coming from the roof. Rhys spotted the black armoured Vault Hunter moving to the window and climbing his way up after the sources. He wanted to join him, but got interrupted by Maya who caught his sleeve and dragged him down on the floor to cover just a second before the robots started shooting at the spot where the two of them were standing. New turret was deployed responding them with the same number of bullets.

Mayas tattoo glowing in light blue as she pointed her finger at the nearest loader bot. “Freeze.” She yells and the unfortunate thing is trapped, levitating in dark purple bubble, unable to move. Rhys wastes no time before he starts sending his bullets into it. They manage to destroy him unusually fast. From Rhys’ experience, you need at least one full gun magazine to wipe out a single Hyperion loader bot, but now with Maya´s help he only used a half of it.

There were more of them coming. Rhys looks at Maya, waiting for her to make another bubble but she just shook her head. No more bubbles. Reloading his SMG Rhys aimed for the red light placed in the middle of robots’ head. Their weakest spot. This time it didn’t go as fast as before, but he managed to take down two more robots, before running out of ammo and switching for pistol. Luckily Maya was still there, helping with dealing the damage. The total count of destroyed robots by the duo was five.

The two remaining Vault Hunters meanwhile took out the other four loaders, the smaller one now shooting into the door with maniacal laugh. It takes him only a moment to get them opened and once the passage is clear they all run into the next room, the last Vault Hunter in black armour joining them, his sword covered in fresh blood.

Rhys’ heart freezes at a sound of s familiar voice coming from figurine sitting in a red chair in the middle of the room. But Rhys didn’t hear what it was saying. His full attention got caught by the enormous amount of explosive that was stocked in the room. Without a second thought, Rhys turns on his ECHO eye to its maximum performance.

He likes to call this his “ultimate ability”. By connecting all data it had received, and after analysing the possible outcomes, it allows Rhys for a few moments not only to predict, but to see next moves of his enemies as well as the future shape of his surroundings. Right now, it was calculating the unavoidable explosion and its outcomes, leading him into the safest position by the window granting him 1.028 % of survival.

He gets into the position just to hear Jack´s voice say, welcome to Pandora kiddos followed by an explosion that throws Rhys to the wall hitting his head hard and knocking him out into the darkness.

 It was raining outside when his mother was murdered by local bandit’s gang, god knows what she did to piss them of. She was well known for her sharp tongue so the chances were that she just said the wrong things to the wrong people.

His father would've always say that she was going to get herself into a trouble if she wouldn’t keep some things to herself. And so here she was. Lying in a pool of her own blood in the middle of their living room, her empty eyes looking at her son and husband who just got back from the grocery shop.

The bags his father was holdingfell on the floor as he was running to her. “Call the medic!” He yelled back at his son, who immediately did as he was told. But Rhys knew it was pointless, she was already gone. And so was the rest of his father’s sanity.

Before the accident, his parents had a great plan prepared for Rhys. He would go to college, get his diploma and follow in his father's footsteps into becoming a famous technical developer. To increase his chances, his father replaced Rhys’ biological eye with an ECHO eye of his own creation.

But with his wife dead, Rhys’ dad had a change of mind. He determined for Rhys to become a solider, who's quest will be to get rid of all bandits in the known universe. As impossible as the idea might sound, he truly believed that his son will be capable to achieve that goal.

“You are still too weak.” He commented one day, looking down at Rhys who was laying down on the ground (again) after being defeated by the robot (again) that his dad made for him to train with. “You need to become stronger. You need to become strong enough to knock someone out just by punching them with your…” He paused for a second “fist.” At that, he turned on his heel and walked away. Rhys didn´t see him for a week after that.

When he finally returned, he grabbed his son and led him into the lab. Rhys’ attention got caught by a silver robotic hand laying on the working table, and so he didn’t notice his dad holding an injection, until he felt sharp pain in his neck. His knees buckled and Rhys slipped into unconsciousness.

When he woke up, his left side felt like it was set on fire. He looked for the source and saw the silver arm from earlier attached to the left shoulder. His father ran to him when Rhys started screaming.

“Oh. You’re finally awake.”

“YOU CUT OF MY ARM!” Rhys’ eyes wide open, staring at the silver thing lying next to him.

“Would you calm down?” His dad replied, the same monotone voice as always. “I had to replace your arm. It was too weak.”

“YOU CUT OF MY FUCKING ARM!” Rhys continued yelling, his voice full of panic. Tears making their way into his eyes.

“Listen young man.” Clearing his throat, he continued. “Soon you will understand how big favour from me this was.” He paused for a second, focusing on his son’s new attached arm. “I will give you some time to adjust. Come to the kitchen when you are ready, we have to do some tests with it.” At that he left, closing the door behind him. Rhys waited until the sound of father’s footsteps subsided in the hallway. Than he started crying.

As much as Rhys hated to agree with his father, the hand was indeed very useful. Not only it increased his physical strength but now, after few adjustments, he could connect it to his ECHO eye, gaining for himself an access into every machine that was running on ones and zeros. They returned to their training and things started looking a little better.

That was until his dad tried to cut off the other arm in his sleep.

Rhys woke up in the middle of the night, feeling a pressure on his mattress. Scream escaped out of his mouth when he saw a figure kneeling above him, holding another injection. He pushed into his father’s chest with all his strength. Underestimating his new gained power, he pushed him way to hard and so his father – who obviously did not expect Rhys to do that – ended up falling backwards, hitting his head on the sharp corner of the bedside table.

And so, Rhys watched his second parent die in a pool of blood.

After that, Rhys decided to leave his home town. He sold his house and used the money to buy an equipment that allowed him to become a proper Vault Hunter.

The first time he’s heard about Handsome Jack was on one of his missions on Eden 5. His task was to assassinate the head of a small bandit camp. Rhys got the quest from the mayor of some random town that had been having lots of troubles with the group for almost half a year.

When he was done shooting a hole into the guy’s head, he heard news from the radio that had been turned on before he got into the room. They were talking about Hyperion’s new CEO and about how he was doing some massive changes within the company. Rhys chuckled when he heard his name. Handsome Jack. What person with sane mind would want to be called like that? There was no way his mother had given such name to him.

He didn’t pay much attention to him at first. CEOs come, CEOs go. That’s a known fact.

But over time, Rhys heard more and more about him. About how he focused on mining eridium, about how Hyperion’s every gun was now a top sale, or about how they were on a constant need for new employees.

And so, Rhys ended up searching his name on the ECHO net. And couldn’t get him out of his mind ever since.

Handsome Jack was perfect. He was fearless, he was respected, and he claimed for his life goal to be whipping all bandits out of Pandora, planet Rhys had never heard nothing but stories filled with psychos, mass murders and fauna that can kill you the moment you set your foot on the land. Rhys has become obsessed with him.

The day he saw the poster, saying the Handsome Jack was looking for Vault Hunters, was the luckiest day in his life. He decided to take the picture – of Handsome Jack with his arms wide opened, inviting every Vault Hunter to join him on Pandora – with him after staring at it with his jaw dropped for almost ten minutes.

He was going to work for Handsome Jack himself! He will be able to look him into the perfect mismatched eyes, and who knows? Maybe he will even talk to the guy.

Rhys smiled for himself. Maybe the universe didn’t hate him that much after all.

 Part 3-  I am sorry

Universe despised Rhys. And its way of saying that was making him wake up with his head half buried in the snow, and ears ringing as if he’d been listening to malfunctioning megaphone in headphones on the maximum volume. But he was still alive.

Rhys groaned and dug himself out of the white dirt.

He set a moment in the snow, waiting for his head to stop spinning, while trying to connect the previous events.

He was on the train. Going to Opportunity. It was s trap. The train exploded. It was supposed to kill him, but it didn’t.

Unsure what to do now he stood up and started walking in a random direction. Snow was cracking heavily under his shoes, while Rhys tried to move forward as fast as the white material allowed him to. It didn’t take a long before he heard noises coming from one of the broken wagons.

Rhys immediately started running that direction, ignoring the burning pain in his left leg.

He saw Maya laying on the ground, stuck under an iron pillar, her tattoos glowing light blue as she was trying to move the thing away from her torso with her magic. But the fact that she was bleeding heavily on several places sure was making it difficult for her.

She gave up on her trying when she spotted Rhys. Her lips moved as if calling his name, but no sound reached Rhys’ ears. He ran to her, tripping over his dysfunctioning leg. Yeah, that’s definitely broken.

Rhys joined Maya in trying to get the thing away. Together they pushed with all their strength, but it was immediately clear that even if he had his arm fully charged, only the two of them would never be able to lift it up. It was just too heavy.

Judging by Maya’s changing face expression, she was thinking about the same thing.

“I���I can go and try to look for help. There might be someone-” He tried to stand up but Maya grabbed him by his sleeve shaking her head. There was something sad in her eyes when she pointed at the gun Rhys had tucked to his belt.

Rhys was confused for a while, looking at the gun and then back at Maya, not understanding what she wanted from him.

His eyes widen in surprise when the realization hit him. “You can’t be serious!” He shouted leaning away from her. “There has to be some way.” Maya didn’t say anything, so Rhys continued. “I’m gonna go up there, I’m gonna get some help and we will get that thing off of you.” He tried to stand up again, but she only tightened her grip.

“You are a Vault Hunter, Maya.” He was pretty much yelling at this point. “Vault hunters don’t give up. We fight till our last breath, until there is no other way, and, and even then! We go and make our own…” Rhys’ voice was shaking as the tears started making their way into his eyes.

“I am done fighting Rhys. I am stuck under a train in the middle of a frozen desert.” Her voice was weak, easily lost under the sound of frozen wind.

Rhys didn’t answer. He wasn’t even looking at her, his eyes set on the white cold ground, head shaking.

“Rhys, please.” She whispered “Don’t let me…. Bleed to death slowly. That’s not…That’s not how I wanna go.” When he didn´t move, she continued with weak voice. “There is no one around here. Handsome Jack had his reasons for waiting with the explosion until we reached this location.” Rhys shook at the name. He really wanted to hate the man for being the cause of his current situation, but in the same time he did understood his motives. He finally met with her tired, gray eyes. There was so much sadness hidden in them. But no fear. Maya wasn’t afraid of death.

“I don’t wanna do it.” He said. His voice abandoning him. “I really don’t.”

“I know. I am sorry Rhys.”

He nodded. Fingers running through her blue, blood soaked, hair before slowly standing up, reaching for his gun. His flesh-hand was shaking way too hard for him to hold the weapon in it, so he put it into the robot one instead.

“Goodbye Maya.” Rhys whispered, tears running down his cheeks.

“Bye Rhys.” She smiled.

The smile did not leave her lips even after Rhys pulled the trigger.

Harsh sound of gunfire echoed through the frozen land, spreading the message of young girls’ death into the wide world, making all other noises go silent. But after a moment, it just got lost in the wind.

Rhys stood in the same position for a couple of moments before his knees betrayed him and he fell onto the frozen ground next to the dead girl. He didn’t even know her for that long. And there he was, kneeling next to her dead corpse, crying over her death, tears freezing on his face.

As a Vault Hunter, he should be used to people dying around him. He should, but he wasn’t. Rhys never really got to enjoy killing like others usually did in this kind of job. He wasn’t built to be a Vault Hunter, but his father did great job making him think that this was the only thing in his life he could do properly. That killing people is the only way for him to ever achieve anything.

He stood up, ignoring the growing pain in his leg – which seemed to be way more intense now when the adrenalin was washing away from his body – and headed away from the corpse. Not even considering picking up the gun. It used to be his favourite weapon. He did many modifications on it, making it to be one of the best guns he had ever have. But now? After using it to kill Maya? There was no way he would ever use that one ever again. Plus, if the rumours were true, Pandora was drowning in weapons. It wouldn´t take him long to find, or create, a proper replacement.

He noticed a light, coming from behind him. First, Rhys blamed it at the flames that were still surrounding some of the destroyed wagons. But there was something off. Was it even possible for the flames to be blue?

Rhys turned around, when the light started to grow more intense. “What the-” He watched some form of blue energy raising from the place where he left Maya’s body.

Without thinking, Rhys started running away from the source. But the leg hurt him like hell and he only managed to get a few steps away before a flash of blue light hit him, rising Rhys up from his feet up above the ground.

He saw nothing but white. He felt nothing but cold before the energy started spreading through his whole body, making it impossible to do as little as breathe. When his vision came back to him he was floating in the air, the blue light he saw earlier was now surrounding him. It was the clearest colour he had ever seen. It was so scary, so beautiful, so energetic all in the same moment. And yet, it left him completely numb, his brain being too overwhelmed by trying to process the situation Rhys was in, not having any time to produce proper emotions.

Before he managed to figure out what was happening, it was all gone. The blue light, the energetic feeling…Only thing that stayed was the cold.

He was lying on the ground again, without any idea about what just happened, unsure what to do now. When the cold started soaking in, he got up with a sight.

Rhys knew that there was no point in trying to figure out what had just happened to him. His life was filled with crazy stuff like that, he gave up on trying to understand them years ago. His life was weird. Weird things happened to him, practically on daily basis.

Plus, right now he was too cold, too sad and too tired to even care about anything. All he wanted to do was find some safe warm place, curl up in the corner and forget that the rest of the world ever existed.

Still, he couldn’t get rid of the awful feeling, that this weird experience was going to have some really bad consequences.

 ***

 “What do you mean one of them survived?”

“That there is a person whose life functions maintained untouched even after the explosion.”

“Don’t be a smartass Angel. It doesn’t look good on you.” Brown haired girl on the screen rolled her eyes as Jack leaned his back on the table while holding his chin with the left hand. “Did you manage to locate them?”

“No. Not yet. The storm is blocking my signals. We will need to wait for the weather to calm down before I can contact them.”

Awesome. This means that there is a pissed Vault Hunter running around in the Southern Shelg, and Jack has absolutely no control over them. “And I don’t suppose you know which one of them it was, do you?”

She shrugs. “Nope. No Idea. Could be anyone.”

“Well isn’t this just fricking perfect?!” Jack turns away from the huge monitor he has been using to communicate with his daughter and starts walking around the table. “First there was that fiasco with Maliwan catching our spy, another of our eridium mines got taken over by some cock-sucking bandits and now I gotta deal with some piss stain who just won’t stay dead after I fucking tell him to!”

Grabbing his gun Jack shoots his whole magazine into one of his targets he had someone to set up all around his office. He did that after Angel suggested that shooting into his employees every time he needs to cool down his temperature might not by the best idea if he wanted to keep his number of stuff in the same way it is.

Jack knew she was right, but still. It just wasn’t the same without all the blood and begging being involved.

When he turned back, Angel was still watching him with unamused expression on her face. “What do you want me to tell them when I manage to establish contact?”

“I don’t know.” Jack responds in frustrated voice throwing his hands up, still holding on that gun. “That it would be lovely if they just could jump off the nearest cliff and break their fucking neck or something.”

“I don’t think that would help us to achieve anything. Besides, even if I would succeed in persuading them into doing so, I don’t suppose anything would happen to them. Judging by the odd way the gravity works on this planet, they would just walk away after that in the same shape they were before.”

“Angel, what did I just say about being a smartass?” She smirks back at him with raised eyebrows. Jack could not help but see himself in that expression. Sometimes he wishes that the two of them weren’t so alike. She would be way easier to deal with, if she hadn’t had inherited so much from him.

But she has a point. Getting rid of a Vault Hunter is never that easy, especially when they expect you to come after them. He needs to be smart about this. “Alright. We are going to have to do this right.” Jack continues, the left hand back on his chin. “You will gain their trust. Help them reach Sanctuary. We can use having someone who will listen to you in that forsaken city.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Helping another Vault Hunter to join the resistance? Wouldn’t we be just playing into their hands?”

Jack just waived his hand dismissively. “Nah, they are going to get there anyway. This way they will at least have a feeling that they can trust you. And I am pretty sure we will be able to use that in our advantage.”

Angel nodded with pensive expression. “All right. I think I can do that.”

“I know you can, sweetheart.” Jack winked at her. “Just let me know when you find out who exactly are we dealing with, will ya?”

Nodding again, she mumbled something like, as you wish, before the screen turned off.

When he was alone, Jack returned to his computer. There was so much work for him to do, even before the fuck up with assassinating the Vault Hunters. He opened his e-mail with the conversation with Maliwan. It was time for him to turn the charms on and someone to manage to get Hyperion back on good terms with the elemental-focused gun manufactory, before they manage to turn it into an armed conflict.

This was going to be a long night.

[canaryatlaw]

God I'm tired and I've only been up for 12 hours. Sigh. I'm so ready for this week to be over. Woke up at 12:10, got ready and then walked farther than normal to get on a different bus cuz I had to go to the gyno because I was running out of birth control and I haven't been there since last March when he first prescribed me birth control, lol. Do I got there and we just did a quick visit, though he made me promise to come back in March and get an annual exam done and a Pap smear and shit (I just didn't want to do it today cuz I'm busy and shit and Pap smears hurt like hell too) but he gave me some birth control so then I took another bus down to school and sat in the PAD office for a while writing this stupid motion for LARC that didn't wind up being as bad as I thought it would be mostly because it only had to be like 2 pages. It's funny, cuz according to LARC we have like a 2 page motion and then a long memo "in support" of it listed cases and shit whereas at my job in actual court(TM) I wrote a full 9 page motion with cases and everything in it, but who cares about real life right??? Sigh. But I finished that up then worked on editing my memo to put the final touches on it so I could turn it in tonight before leaving for mock trial tomorrow. I got it up to 3721 words, which is good enough for me (the word limit was 3750). I finished up the outline I was working on for arguing my real motion in court next week which is more or less an abbreviated version of the motion because what the fuck else am I supposed to argue???? My notes from LARC say oral arguments shouldn't be a regurgitation of the motion but like, that's my fucking argument with precedent and everything so there's really not much else I can do. I'm not too concerned though. Shortly after that I had to go to class, which was fine. We were still working on Strickland, the ineffective assistance of counsel case, but mostly just the notes around it. I semi-paid attention and semi just worked on the shit I still needed to finish up. At one point they were talking about funding for experts and my prof asked if anyone had ever seen a shaken baby case so I raised my hand and spoke about the case I'd seen yesterday, even though it's not fully what she was asking because she meant a criminal case, but it was close enough for these purposes. And yeah, we ended around 7:45 and after I went to print the final versions of my mock trial stuff and stick them in our trial box so I'd have everything with me, then headed home. Louis was outside the train station again, and he asked if I had any cash on me and I only had $20s, but I said what the hell and gave him one, if only because I'd run into like 6 homeless people today and felt sad that I had to say no each time because I didn't have any food/singles/fives. Walked the rest of the way home and watched Arrow, which was a decent episode I suppose. I thought it was kind of weird that they had Liza join the girl villain squad when she like really wasn't a super villain type, like I feel like there are a lot of other characters that would've been better to bring back, but I guess they wanted to tie in the plot with Quentin or whatever. Oliver's outrage at Thea was seriously laughable, like really buddy you have no right to say anything when this damn reporter was definitely out to get you anyway. Stupid. The whole police trying to arrest the green arrow for the death of detective guy thing was stupid and I've been saying this since that scene happened, but Oliver's DNA is ALLLLLLLL OVER THOSE ARROWS he left in detective guy and we know his DNA is in the system from the many times he's been arrested so there is 100% no way the police wouldn't know that Oliver is the green arrow and the person who did it. Also, lol, I was cracking up when reporter chick asked him if he was green arrow and he was like "and you immediately jumped to the most absurd conclusion?" Like, Oliver, really buddy, two years ago you fucking confessed to being the green arrow in front of the whole fucking city, and only got out of it because Roy tried to take the fall for you but then got "killed" but HEY the green arrow's still here!!!! Like I've said many times before, there's no way there's anyone left in star city with half a brain (I could end the sentence there) that doesn't know that Oliver is the green arrow. Period. As far as Prometheus, my only observation is it would be a great plot twist if Prometheus is actually the mother of the guy they think is Prometheus, lol. And yeah, that's about all my thoughts on the episode. While watching it and somewhat after I made final edits on my memo and motion so I could send them in. I emailed a copy to my prof like I was supposed to, then tried to turn them in on safe assign through lexis which is a new thing they're having us do only for the website to be like lol nope we're not gonna let you do this so I had to send another email to my prof telling her that. It's probably an easy fix, but I'm kind of annoyed I can't just be totally done with the assignment and just focus on mock trial for the next few days. Hopefully it'll be fixed soon enough. After that I packed up my shit and just generally got ready to leave in the morning, then got ready for bed and here we are. Tomorrow we go to DC and I'm really just ready for this all to be over, but hopefully maybe I can enjoy some of it too (that would be nice) and not just feel insanely stressed out the whole time. That'd be nice. Sigh. Guess we'll have to wait and see. Until then I'd like to get some sleep though, I can get almost 9 hours hopefully if I can fall asleep quickly, though I doubt that'll be enough given how I've been lately. Sigh. See you in the morning then. Goodnight peeps. Have a lovely Thursday.