#if somebody points it at me I'm out the room bitch I'm gone

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Christ I have such a thing about knives. I can’t be near anybody holding a knife, I’ll literally be there like

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Eddie Munson X Henderson! Reader

Part one

Part two

Things between you and Eddie reach boiling point.

My requests are open. Read my pinned post for what I do and don't write 💌💞

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After a long day at school all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and zone out for a while, do something relaxing and fun.

That thought excited you until you saw a familiar van parked outside your house. A feeling of dread creeps over you and your suspicions are confirmed when you head inside and there he is Eddie Munson is sitting on your couch and charming your mother.

Dustin is hanging on every word he says, Eddie looks up and smirks when you clear your throat.

"What's going on... Why are you here Munson?" His shit eating grin does nothing to quell your irritation.

"Hey princess, thought I'd stop by to see baby Henderson after school. He invited me to dinner and I just had to accept" oh of course he did. Your eyes narrow at him, you're sure he's plotting a way to get you back after your encounter with him at the party last week.

"Isn't he wonderful honey" your mother beams and you bite your tongue. It wouldn't do any good getting yourself grounded over Munson.

"Oh he's amazing" you flutter your eyes sarcastically at Eddie who's full lips break into a huge smile.

"I knew you loved me secretly sweetheart" he pretends to swoon and it almost makes you laugh. Idiot. You could see how Dustin liked him, well just like a tiny bit.

"You lot have fun while I go out okay? And be good Dustybun" your mother coos to Dustin and you grin delighted at his flushed face and wait til she leaves before bursting into laughter.

"Aww Dustybun we will have lots of fun won't we?" You throw your arm around him and gently pinch his cheek, teasing him. Eddie snickers in the background.

"Why was I not informed of your nickname Henderson?" He asks all serious but the glint of mischief in his eyes says different.

"His girlfriend calls him that" you add and Dustin mutters under his breath about how annoying you are.

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Eddie has rented Labyrinth for him and Dustin to watch and the two of them are enraptured by it. The movie is pretty good and you know, David Bowie in eyeliner, that's always a good thing.

The doorbell rings and you assume it's the pizza you ordered. Your stomach falls when you see it's Jacob. Great.

He's all puppy dog eyes and sweetness. You're wary because that can change in the blink of an eye.

"What do you want?" He scowls and the sweetness is gone and replaced with his usual sneer.

"Charming, here I am hoping we might be able to get back together and you act like a bitch as per usual" you shake your head and question what you ever saw in him.

"Yeah that's not going to happen, goodbye" you attempt to close the door but he blocks it, you're hearts racing with nerves but you refuse to show it.

"Remove your foot asshole, go home" he ignores you but then his eyes widen and he gapes.

"Munson?" Eddie is beside you, glaring at Jacob and he towers over him. There's a menacing look on his face and he looks between you and Jacob his eyes flashing.

"You heard the lady, leave now" Eddie snaps and Jason holds his hands up though he still has that stupid smirk on his face.

"didn't realise you and Munson... He waggles his eyebrow and you slam the door in his face. Asshole.

"You seriously dated that guy?" Eddie asks disgusted and you wince at his look.

"He's an asshole and yeah I did and it was a temporary lack of judgement" you tug him by his jacket and lead him into the room to talk in private.

"Look thanks for that. Jacob is a dick but I can handle myself. I don't need rescuing" you assure him and he raises his eyebrows and folds his arms across his chest.

"I don't doubt that sweetheart but somebody needed to tell the asshole to fuck off. Good thing I'm here'' he shrugs and you sigh.

"You're everywhere I look Munson, you never leave me alone. Now you've infiltrated my home! I can't escape you and your stupid dimples and pretty eyes" you say the last part and your eyes widen, Eddie turns serious and his big brown eyes burn with an intensity that you've never seen.

"Pretty eyes hmm?" he moves closer to you and you find that you really don't mind. Your heart is beating like crazy and warmness spreads in your lower stomach, it's intoxicating.

Jacob never made you feel like this. Ever.

"Don't act so surprised. You must know how hot you are, even if you're an ass" you're pressed against your door and the ache in your stomach is out of control now.

"Hmm well you might be upright and bitchy but you're so fucking beautiful" his hand caresses your cheek and the air is thick with tension and before you know it the two of you are kissing.

You both kiss for what feels like hours but it's only a minute or so and it's perfect, you never want it to end. Eddie pulls you closer and you nibble on his bottom lip, Eddie stifles a moan and white hot pleasure pulses through you.

Fuck, you want to hear him moan again. Eddie pulls away for a second and you whimper missing the contact of his lips on yours. Then they press to your lips again and it's amazing.

"Pizza's here" Dustin yells and you and Eddie jerk apart both breathing heavily and Eddie is gazing at you in wide eyed wonder.

"Fuck" he whispers and you nod feeling stunned yourself. Dustin stomps through and looks between you and Eddie.

"What happened to you two? You went so quiet I thought you might have killed each other" he looks between you and Eddie suspiciously.

Dustin scoffs, "We were just talking butthead, come on let's get pizza" he looks back at you for a moment and you know that you want that kiss to happen again.

You're screwed.

[alavestineneas]

Together

pairing: Johanna Mason x fem!reader

summary: Johanna hears the baker assure Katniss. District 12 tributes remind her so much of them. She was once seventeen, and she was once blindly in love. It irritates her—why are they allowed to be like this? Why did she have to hide?

warnings: mentions of suicide attempt, typical hunger games violence

''I think I'll retire quite sooner than I intended with that girl,'' Blight announced, flopping down on the sofa with a distinct sound.

Haymitch chuckled at the man's visible misery, passing him a glass from the nearest tray. ''Is she back at it again?''

Blight nodded in defeat. ''I tried to be understanding, you know, with all of that happening to her family, but my nose is bleeding for the second time this week.''

Haymitch mastered a sympathetic face.  "I've met a lot of monsters, but teenage girls are by far the worst beasts.''

Y/N rolled her eyes at them. ''I'll talk to her.''

Blight looked at her as if she had three heads. "There is no point unless you want a black eye instead of that makeup.''

''Well, I am also a teenage girl, which is what you are so afraid of,'' Y/N said as she stood up from the couch and straightened her dress. ''If I am not back after half an hour, call security.''

''Or doctors,'' muttered Blight under his breath.

"Or doctors." Y/N shrugged.

To be fair, Y/N was quite intrigued by Johanna Mason, the most recent victor. Cunning, quick, and violent—this is what the media tried to portray her as. Y/N knew better than to trust their vision—after all, according to them, she herself was the Capitol's darling, bathing in love and fame for the past two years.

Judging from the sound, somebody was moving furniture in the room. Y/N knocked, more out of habit than from need. The doors in the Capitol are never fully locked—another illusion for a fake sense of privacy.

"I said go fuck yourself, or did I completely knock out your brain?'' a girl's voice responded from within.

Y/N chuckled. "Is this how you talk to your elders?"

The pacing around the room stopped.

''Who are you?'' the Mason girl asked, obviously surprised.

"You'll find out when you open this door—not the best way to start a friendly conversation, is it?"

The loud thuds continued as if nothing had happened.

Y/N sighed. Why can't things be easy for once? She pressed the hidden silver button, and the door unlocked.

A girl with black hair looked at her with wide eyes. She was standing on the chair, holding a piece of rope.

''Hanging? Very original, I'll give you that.''

''What do you want?'' the girl grumbled, undoubtedly dissatisfied with the failed attempt.

''I want you to come down and get dressed,'' Y/N answered, glancing at the undone bed and shattered glass everywhere. ''As simple as that.''

''No.'' The girl looked determined, still standing on the chair. ''I am not going to another idiotic party with those fuckers.''

''Really? I hope you believe in ghosts, because you'll be dead tomorrow morning.''

''I don't care. I don't want to live anyway.''

''Has anyone ever told you that you are such an egocentric bitch?'' Y/N asked, leaning against the wall. She surely got Mason's attention with that—the girl looked at her, insulted.

''Excuse me?''

''You should've just died in that arena and given somebody a chance to live. Take my tribute, Elly. Do you know how much she wanted to survive? Why steal her chance if you'll waste yours anyway?''

"My entire family is gone, and you want me to smile for the cameras?"

"You are correct; they would have been overjoyed to learn that you honored them by killing yourself over a damn party."

The girl stared at Y/N, debating whether she should listen, before getting off the chair with a slight thud.

''I'm Johanna.'', she mumbled.

Y/N grinned.  "Nice to meet you, Johanna. Now let's show these bastards who they are messing with.''  

-

Y/N writes to her almost every week. Johanna has learned the schedule by now - she writes on Saturdays, and on Thursdays, a white envelope is sitting on the porch. She complains about life in District 8, the horrendous dresses she got as presents for her birthday, or how her make-up team appeared to lose their taste after changing the designer.

Johanna never answers. She tells herself it is for the best—she can't get attached to anybody. Mason keeps all the letters neatly stocked in the first drawer of the closet. She won't admit it, but she rereads them every evening. Then, it's easy to pretend they are just two ordinary 17-year-olds.

She doesn't allow herself to answer. Not until Y/N mentions that she is back at the Capitol. Johanna knows what it means—while her friend got to keep her family, it cost her a lot. Only then, she takes a pen and sits at the table, scribbling a response.

It looks messy—nothing like the nicely curved letters Y/N has. She rewrote half of a paper five times. Johanna shoves it into the envelope and sends it off before she can change her mind. She can't help but smile when she gets an answer. Y/N doodled a funny figure, suspiciously similar to Johanna's, covered in spikes. Mason gets the message—she will write more often.

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Johanna mentors for the first time; her tributes are both alive, which has been rare for so long in the Games. The mentors' lounge is not as crowded as it was in the morning; most of the past victors take turns monitoring the arena. The quiet chatter is the only sound besides the screen. They talk about a dinner tomorrow, a new escort, stylists—anything but the Games.

Y/N is also here - the boy from District 8 is still hiding. They both know the game makers won't allow it for too long. Y/N anxiously fidgets with the rings on her hands, staring at the void. Johanna guesses they are never getting used to it—even older mentors are visibly uneasy, almost too drunk to walk a straight line.

A scream draws her attention back to the screen. A massive, tiger-like creature charged at the boy Y/N mentors. He tries to fight it off with the nearest stick, screaming in horror as the animal opens its mouth and takes a bite of his leg, tearing it off.

Johanna's head flies at Y/N; she is already watching, lips pursed into a white line. More screams ring in the now silent room, along with sounds of growls and what Johanna believes to be the sound of tearing flesh. Finally, the screaming stops; the camera changes to Career's pack.

The mentors try to hide their gaze from the Y/N's figure as she stands up from the couch and leaves the room, her steps echoing in the hallway.

The District Two mentor pours himself a glass of whiskey, downing it in one go; most mentors follow him, and the conversation completely vanishes.

Johanna tries to recollect herself, adjusting the hem of her shirt. The boy's blood-stained face still runs through her mind, so she doesn't notice a figure behind her until somebody places a hand on her shoulder.

''Go talk to her. I'll watch.''

It's a blonde woman from District One - Cashmere or Gloss, Johanna was not sure. She wants to argue but quickly changes her mind. The woman obviously means no harm. So, Johanna nods.

She finds Y/N easily - she is in the training room, sparring with animated figures with a spear. Johanna recalls Y/N telling her that the only reason she chose spears was because they resembled the sticks she used to practice with at District 8. Mason thinks she was joking - her friend was hitting every target with ease right now.

Johanna sits down beside the girl on the burnished metal floor. She was never good with words; it was Y/N who always seemed to know what to say.

''I'm sorry.''

''He was very happy to eat ice cream, you know?'' Y/N says, her voice faint.

"It was his wish?"

Y/N nods. ''It makes them feel better, I think. Hell, it makes me feel better about sending them to their deaths—to know I did something good for those kids.'' She looks down at her hands, her lips trembling. ''He was a nice kid and died such a horrible death, Jo, such a terrible, cruel death.''

Y/N's voice breaks.

She leans into Johanna's embrace, and Mason almost instinctively wraps her hands around her friend's shaking shoulders. It was the first time she saw Y/N like this. Without a mask Capitol made her wear, without the walls she built around herself. Just Y/N.

''We are going to be alright,'' Johanna says.

She hopes her words sound convincing. Of course, they're a lie - nothing is ever okay in this messed-up world. They both know this, but Y/N still whispers a small thank you.

Johanna's heart aches, and a familiar warm sensation spreads through her chest. She resists the urge to wipe the tears off her friend's face. They are friends, and Johanna is happy with that. It is still a lot more than she deserves.

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Today is Y/N's birthday, and the Capitol is throwing a big party for "the favorite." Johanna doesn't ask why she has this title. Of course, they adore her - Y/N won the Games when she was fifteen. She grew up in front of the camera, and, what is more flawed, she grew up with people behind it.

It is easily seen when Y/N's face changes each time she walks on the stage. Her warm eyes transform into big doe eyes, and a picture-perfect smile appears. She is a perfect actress, quick to come up with a witty remark or play into the naïve girl they view her as.

She won the Games that way; Johanna has to remind herself. Y/N got a 3 as a training score, possessing almost none of the fighting skills. She did, however, know what the Capitol wanted: someone charming, attractive, and willing to put on a show. That and the desert arena got her where she is now.

The perfect victor now lays on the floor next to Johanna, her head on Mason's lap. They are both twenty-one now, not that their age ever stopped them from stealing the alcohol. The party is tomorrow, and Snow wants to put on a show. For now, they can live.

''Jo, can I tell you something? But you must promise not to be angry.''

Mason responds with a hum; she enjoys hearing her rash ideas. The braid she is making out of Y/N's hair is coming out not like she intended, and Johanna huffs in annoyance. ''Just spill it, would you?''

Y/N's face becomes serious. ''I think I am in love with you. And to be fair, it scares the shit out of me.''

The world stops for a second. Johanna thinks she did not hear it right, but there is no other way to understand this. She feels her heartbeat in her ears, loud enough to cover any other noise.

''Well. Yell, scream, or say something. Anything.'' Y/N sits up, a half-finished braid falling undone.

''We can't,'' Johanna says nervously, licking her lips.

''So, you feel this way too?''

"No, that is not the point. We can't do this.''

''Why?'' Y/N takes her hand in hers. ''They'll have to allow it. We can even be a secret if you want to. We'll figure it out, I promise.''

''No.'' Johanna shakes her head. ''You know what happens to the people I love, Y/N. One wrong step, and you will be dead. I can't do this, not again.''

Y/N pauses. "I think you are just afraid to be happy."

"No," Johanna whispers, "I'm afraid of losing you."

Y/N blinks, fighting the tears gathering in her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but Johanna was faster.

''I'll go. It's late.'' If she stays any longer, she might lose it.

The door behind her closes with a loud bang. The realization comes suddenly - she lost the only person who loved her. Johanna lets out a few choked sobs, sliding against the nearest wall in a small, empty hall. The worst part is that she loved her too.

-

Johanna is mad—furious even. The Capitol already did everything in its power to break her, yet here she is, going back into the arena. Her reaping wasn't that much of a surprise; she is the only female victor in District 7. Johanna is convinced every name drawn wasn't random—a brother and sister from District One, Finnick and his sweetheart Annie, Y/N.

They meet in the bathroom before the interviews, of all places. Y/N is attempting to remove the mascara from her eyelid, and Johanna is trying hard not to laugh - if only the cameras saw her like this, she would undoubtedly win over all of the sponsors. No other victor radiated as much anger and determination as she does now.

''Stop laughing and come help me,'' Y/N grumbles.

Johanna grins. ''I wasn't laughing.''

''Yeah, whatever.'' Y/N watches as Johanna picks up a napkin and dips its end in the water.

''Close your eyes.''

Y/N does what she is told, the corners of her lips twitching. ''Yes, ma'am.'' She earns a slap on the hand from Johanna. ''Ouch! What was that for?"

"Not everything has to be a sex joke, you know?"

''Well, where is the fun in that?" Y/N opens her eyes. Johanna's face is inches away from hers. ''Jo...''

''Shut up," she mumbles, covering the girl's lips with hers.

Y/N throws her arms around her, pressing Johanna's body as close as humanly possible. The kiss is hard. Griping. Almost painful. It's like they can't get enough of each other. But Johanna wouldn't want it any other way.

Y/N pulls away first, watching Johanna take a few rushed breaths in. ''I thought we couldn't do it,'' she jokes.

Mason rolls her eyes.  "I liked your mouth closed better."

Y/N's face turns serious, her playful expression vanishing. ''Regarding that. Give them hell. For me.''

Johanna nods. ''I promise.''

-

It wasn't supposed to be easy, and Johanna is reminded of that by stupid birds; while she pities Finnick and Katniss, she is also jealous - they still have someone to care for. Mason doesn't know if Y/N is still alive - the last time she saw her was at the Bloodbath. She can't swim.

''They won't touch Prim!''

Johanna hears the baker assure Katniss. District 12 tributes remind her so much of them. She was once seventeen, and she was once blindly in love. It irritates her—why are they allowed to be like this? Why did she have to hide?

''Your fiancé's right. The whole country loves your sister. Forget the districts; there will be riots in the Capitol if they torture or harm her.'' Johanna turns to the cameras and yells. ''Hey, how does that sound, Snow? What if we set your backyard on fire? You know you can't put everybody in here!''

She feels the stares of her alliance on her, but frankly, she does not care anymore. ''What? He can't hurt me. There's no one left that I love.''

Finnick glances at her, eyebrows raised. He knows. Y/N was his friend too.

-

Johanna tries to meet her fate with anger at first. It served her well throughout her life, as she dealt with every adversity with sarcasm and insults. Mason maintains her arrogance, refusing to allow them to hear her screams or begs. Johanna refused to be turned into entertainment, even after losing. She didn't cry when they cut her hair or beat her. She told herself, "The help is near.''

It provoked them more. The torture becomes more violent day by day until Johanna is exhausted. She has endured it for weeks, and help still hasn't come. She just wants to slump in her chains and silently take it.

The breadboy's cells are next to hers; she hears his screams more than she does her own. Johanna wasn't sure how much time had passed until she heard another familiar cry.

It's Y/N. Mason can swear on the remains of her sanity that it was her voice. She was alive. It takes Johanna everything not to show how much those shouts affected her—it could mean more torture for the District 8 victor.

Johanna now awoke from Y/N's screams and drifted into unconsciousness with them, as if by clockwork. The torture was sometimes worse than electricity. Her biggest fear came true—she sacrificed their happiness for nothing.

Mason is drawn away from her thoughts by another couple of screams. The sound of water pouring fills her ears - it's all happening again.

-

Johanna finds herself even more isolated when they are finally rescued. In a sense, they were in this together in the Capitol; she could at least hear other people, even if it was just screams. Johanna was now completely alone; whereas Peeta had Katniss and Annie had Finnick, Johanna had no one to look out for her. Johanna doesn't want to fight anymore. She is tired. There is a void in her soul, and she doesn't know how to fix it.

The doctors here tell her it's okay not to feel understood, but Johanna knows old Y/N would. She always somehow did. Mason wonders why everyone in her life despises her - what has she done to deserve this? Why do others have someone to return to, someone in their right mind? Why couldn't it be them?

Y/N was still under the constant attention of the doctors. They meet twice a week under strict supervision. Y/N listens to Johanna attentively each time, but something about her gaze feels odd. She can't place it - Y/N is distant and quiet, but that's unusual. Mason tells herself that it was the outcome of the torture they had to survive and that she'll get better with time. It's not her Y/N, but Johanna can't be the one speaking. The Capitol changed them both.

It finally clicks for Johanna when she hears that doctors found a knife in Y/N's room. A knife that she intended to use. It was the absence of hope in her eyes that felt unusual; before, it was always there.

''You are such a hypocrite, you know that?" Johanna tells her. They are in a hospital ward. Y/N's face is tear-stained, and yet, she doesn't answer. ''Remember what you told me the first time we met? That you have to live for those who can't?''

Johanna is angry. She is furious, both with Y/N and with herself, as well as with everyone in this dreadful building. Why can't they understand?

''Well, maybe I lied.'' Y/N's voice is hoarse. It was the first time she had spoken since their rescue. ''There is no point in living anymore, Jo. There always was none.'' She shifts on her bed, looking up at Johanna. ''It never gets better. So it's fairer if we end it now and save ourselves a lot of suffering. ''

''No.'' Johanna's hands are in fists, and she comes closer to the woman in front of her. ''You are not fucking allowed to decide that, not when I spent all those days staying alive and sane for you. Do you hear me? Not for me, for you! I woke up and listened to your screams. I thought about you before I fell asleep because I knew we would get a chance to finally have a normal life when this was over. And now you're saying there's no point?''

Y/N's lower lip trembles, with glimmery tears running down her sunken cheeks. ''I'm sorry.''

Johanna sighs and settles in next to her. ''Look, I can't promise anything. I don't know if it will ever be okay. But we can try.''

Y/N looks at her, and her eyes are finally warm again. ''Together?'' she asks.

Johanna feels the knots in her chest loosening for the first time in a while. ''Together.'', she nods.

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i'm a fiend, and you're all i need

billy hargrove x steve harrington summary: the tremendous lows and bittersweet feelings of billy and steve's senior year content warnings: violence, smut, death word count: 1k this was heavily inspired by @ickypuppi3 's harringrove oneshot! please check it here out im obsessed!

Billy ends up moving to Hawkins around the summer of 85’. At that point he hated Neil for not letting him stay in California. What did the divorce have to do with him anyway? In any world Billy would have rather stayed with his mother.

3 months later, school started. Same shit, different town.  He only had to last nine months before he got his diploma and escaped back to San Diego. That was until he met him.

Steve wasn’t hard to miss. The entirety of Hawkins High basically worshiped the ground he walked on. If you didn’t wanna be Steve, you definitely wanted to be with him. None of this phased Billy though.

Basketball season came and with it Billy made the team. He played basketball back in California so making the team was a no brainer for him. Steve wasn’t fond of the new addition. It wasn’t long before the boys on the team began to hop on Steve’s case.

“Looks like King Steve has some competition.”

“Hargrove might have you beat Steve.”

Bullshit.

Steve wasn’t gonna let anybody see him as a pushover. Who the fuck was Billy to him anyway? Certainly not someone who was gonna come in and try to make him look like a bitch.

The next day they exchanged currency in the form of fists. Steve added a dark color to Billy’s right eye and earned himself a shade of crimson running down the bottom of his face. Courtesy of his nose.

A month and a half later, Steve was giving Billy a blowjob in the locker room showers after everyone left. It didn’t really make sense to Steve or Billy. Neither of them had been with another guy before

So how did it feel so good to steve? 

A few weeks later, Billy repaid the favor by pounding Steve into the mattress. Of course nothing could prepare Steve for the pure girth of Billy’s cock. He only had experience with his fingers. Neither of them were entirely sober either. 

A month or so passed with no contact. Steve was avoiding Hargrove like the plague. As if he wasn’t the one who wasn’t breaking him in the month before. Billy is all for confrontation so that’s exactly what he did. 

After practice is when he went for it. Of course they were the only 2 left in the locker room at the time. When weren’t they at this point?

“You’ve been ignoring me, why?” Was all Billy asked.

Steve slammed his locker shut. The blonde immediately got the vibe that he didn’t wanna talk about this at all. Especially not where they were at. 

“You should already know Billy.” Steve responded.

“No, I want you to tell me.” Billy demanded as he got closer to the brunette. At this point Steve was clenching his fists. This just wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t somebody who did that type of thing with other guys.

“We both know this isn’t right. We aren’t supposed to do this-” Steve paused as he saw the expression on the other boy’s face change. It was a look that was telling him to say what he actually wanted to say. “We aren’t supposed to fuck. I’m not a faggot. Maybe you should leave me alone and stop trying to be one.” 

That’s all it took for Billy to lay a punch that landed directly on the right side of Steve’s face. He could’ve kept going and he really wanted to. But there was no point. No amount of pouches would change the fact that Steve was right. They could never do what they really wanted to do. Especially not in the shithole of Indiana. 

So Billy left Steve there, rubbing his cheek in irritation as he grabbed his bag and left the gym.

The rest of senior year went as uneventful as the months before their confrontation had gone. Neither of the boys interacted with each other. The rest of basketball season went on with awkward glances and brief conversations about what play they were about to do during the game.

Then after that went, nothing. Radio silence and more awkward glances in passing. Many nights Billy would dream of a different reality where this was all fake. He was still in California and found a man who wasn’t ashamed of him. Somebody who wasn’t hesitant to be with him and didn’t care what other people thought.

All those recurring dreams only encouraged Billy to get out of Hawkins faster. 

7 months had gone by with no contact. Graduation came and went, where everyone went their separate ways. Steve couldn’t have predicted that he would have been fighting a monster in the mall where he worked at. Or that Billy would’ve been possessed by said monster. 

Everybody dies. Steve knew that. He just didn’t expect Billy’s death to tear him to pieces.

6 more months passed and Steve had gained a habit of visiting Billy’s grave. He brought fresh flowers every time he went. Steve liked to think that Billy was hearing him every time he sat at his grave and spoke to him. Confessing things he’d never told anybody else, reminiscing on the ‘what ifs’ , and telling him his future plans. 

Without Billy, Steve couldn’t think of a purpose for him to be Hawkins anymore. 

From that day forward he swore to himself that he would pack his shit and settle down in California. That was the only remnant of Billy he had left.

The Beginning of the following year was the last time Steve spoke to Billy’s grave.

“You remind me of the waves dude.” Steve said as he placed a bouquet of roses by the headstone. “I promise I’ll spend as much time on the beach as I can so you don’t ever feel lonely.” 

Steve planted a kiss on the headstone before treading through the melting snow and back to his car, where he drove off with California dreams.

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let me give you a rundown of how my day went;

wake up at 6am for work and see the news: oh fuck

drive to work in shock amidst the endless mountains of hurricane debris that are still EVERYWHERE, when I arrive they've fucked my day over and I have to babysit for three periods in the cafeteria, sit in a computer lab for two more, and babysit another teacher's kids for periods 6 & 7. okay. try to take things in stride, roll with the punches

have to do my planning in the teacher's lounge, the [female] school bus drivers coming in and out of the side door to use the restroom are LOUDLY celebrating the trump victory and absolutely titillated with the outcome, saying shit like "that's our boy!!!!" as if they personally know him. bunch of backwards redneck whores.

school starts. I'm sitting in the cafeteria with around 20-30 kids for 3.5 hours. can't do anything but scroll my phone and keep drinking cold water because I'm starting to cry about every three minutes. spiraling. thinking of a world without me in it because I can't even exist at home in peace because my mother has been consumed by radical right wing propaganda and voted for trump. devastation manifesting.

finally escape the cafeteria for my "conference" period in the computer lab. I get up there and the testing coordinator has his office in the side room. this fucker in a red polo shirt I have never met in my life proceeds to get out not one, BUT TWO, different drones, and FIRES THEM UP IN THE CLASSROOM. for me to observe, his captive party of 1. then proceeds to mansplain to me about the drone capabilities and all the neat parts. I am literally sitting there thinking about dying and this man is talking to me about drones and flying them inside the building. if he had not stopped and gone into his office and shut the door I would have eventually stood up and left.

finally feel calm enough to try to read a book I've had on my reading list since 2021 at least. 'the midnight library' by Matt Haig. I thrifted it about three weeks ago. I crack open this book and not only is the main character actively suicidal, her life reflects about 70% of my own and her cat gets hit by a car and killed on the third fucking page. the one year anniversary of MY cat's tragic death is tomorrow, November 7th. cannot keep reading this goddamn book today. I was starting to cry in front of the kids by the fifth page.

made it home alive ??????? I guess. thankfully my mother is at work until 11pm tonight and I won't have to see her.

all this to say, my new glossier perfume arrived yesterday and I am so fucking glad I did not open it yet. that bitch is staying sealed for another week at least.

I emailed my staffing agency rep asking him for a list of other school districts across the country (outside Florida) that I could plausibly work in. if there was an opportunity to live/work in a more progressive state with somebody I could be roommates with, at this point I would deeply consider it. I would have to leave my beloved cats behind with my mother. but I would consider doing it, if the sub job helped tide me over until I could secure better employment.

[starshineandbooks]

Bottom of the river (long way down) Character intros [A-Z]

This is for my fic Bottom of the river (long way down). The masterpost for this can be found here.

There are some ocs but since the premise is Timetravel of the future kids it can't be helped.

Content under the cut

Agent Carolina

An ex-freelancer with an air of confidence. Carolina may join the party late, but she isn’t any less important. While she left without a goodbye, she dosen’t leave the others hanging. Ambitious and willing to get her hands dirty, she makes for a good leader. Her experience in combat is plenty helpful, too.

"The past doesn't define who you are. It just gives you the starting point of who you're going to be."

Agent Washington

Another ex-freelancer, Washington, is relearning how to live now that his entire world view has been destroyed. Having to recover from everything to do with the Meta and now facing the loss of half his new group is enough to make anyone feel stressed. He's going to do anything to get the rest of the team back safe.

"And that's fine. This is fine."

Aspen Church

Adopted child of Carolina and nonbinary. Calmer than the majority of their friendgroup and skilled in mixed martial arts, Aspen is always there to support their friends.

"Don't you dare ask how bad it can get, I promise you don't want the answer."

Ben Tucker

The oldest of the twins, son of Washington and Tucker. Ben loves some good fun and often gets in trouble. He can hold his own, though, between his wrestling ability and love of blades, he is anything but defenseless.

"Come on, I bet you can't back flip from there, chicken!"

Cassie Tucker

The younger twin, daughter of Wash and Tucker. She's always trying to keep her brother out of trouble, though she should really worry about her tendency to get into fights.

"Say that again, I thought I heard you ask for me to kick your bigoted ass."

Dexter Grif

Grif isn't inclined to do a whole lot unless he sees a benefit he likes. He's often next to Simmons, usually complaining and / or slacking off. He has a foul mouth and a love of snack food. This war and the rations are wearing on his will to do shit.

"I'm gonna spit on you, Simmons!"

Dick Simmons

Simmons is a cyborg with a tax machine for his butt and a kiss ass. Trying to deal with being promoted without warning and the loss of his commanding officer he falls into the comfort that is Grif. Or at least the bickering that Grif provides.

"See? That's what you get for arguing with science, you stupid bitch."

Doc

Doc is a medical officer with questionable methods of healing. A pacifist who has a homicidal A.I sharing his body, he has a lot on his mind. But he has a good heart and is trying his best to get everyone home alive.

"So what's up, is somebody hurt or what?"

Epsilon

An A.I. program that's all the memories of torture and pain from the original program he split off of and the man he was based on. Epsilon is often called Church, and has a smart mouth but a deep loyalty to the simtroopers and Carolina. He is an asshole alright, but don't let him fool you he's got a plan.

"My sincerest apologies, I had no idea you had turned into such a whiny bitvh while I was gone."

Franklin Delano Donut

Donut is the heart of Red team, or so he says. He has a way with words to make anything a euphemism. He's energetic and unashamed of his emotions. He swears he speaks Spanish but he really should leave that behind. Will his love of glitter end up being helpful this time?

“If I can’t beat off a room full of dudes, what have I been training for?”

Lavernius Tucker

Tucker is probably the most capable non freelancer in the group. He's a flirt with a love for his shitty catchphrase. Now, he's stepping up to fill a role because the others need a leader, and he guesses it's him.

"I have glorious calves and a miserable fucking life!"

Lani Grif-Simmons

The daughter of Grif and Simmons, she's got too much attitude. She has authority problems and only listens when she wants to. A mouth to rival any of the adults who raised her and an intelligence she often ignores. Lani is capable but falls victim to bickering often.

"Shut the fuck up, I didn't ask for your dumb ass opinion you dipshit."

Lopez

Lopez is tired of everything and everyone. He only speaks Spanish but understands everyone around him. He would be totally okay alone but no one will leave him alone. His creator is insane.

"eso es porque está loco."

Michael J Caboose

Caboose is not the brightest highlighter in the bunch, often deemed childish for his behavior. His thought process is impossible to replicate, and his love runs deep. He makes friends wherever he goes, but it is a hazard to his team.

"Do you think freckles would look silly in a hat?"

Sarge

The eccentric older man with roots in the south. He created Lopez, loves to fuck with Grif, and has a deep sense of pride. He adores his shotgun and really likes to tinker. It's a miracle he hasn't died.

"I wanna know what in the name of Benedict Arnold Palmer is going on around here!"

Violet Dufranse

The only daughter of Doc and Donut, she's cheerful and confident. She's got a real talent as a pitcher in softball amd will occasionally hurl things in self defense. Violet enjoys gardening and is often found near one of her dad's in her off time. While she prefers not to fight, she will.

"Can someone explain the grif cubes to me one more time? I'm still confused on the activation method."

Zach James

Caboose's nephew, he's calm and reserved. Zach is about to start his medical school after a year abroad, he wants to go to college with the rest of his friends. He's patient, but he has the same height his uncle does, very tall. He is the keeper of his friends and likes to maintain that he gets dragged into chaos.

"If you're going to be stupid, at least take the first aid kit. Please."

[emawinslow]

me exploring the most secure building alone after hours bc my friend didn't come with me to do our show tonight? well. probably just about as likely as you would think

to set the scene it's 10pm it's dark I'm in this massive building all by myself I'm a bit spooked.

so I took the elevator down to a floor I'd been on but not that area but I opened a door and heard someone so I left and went up a floor. to a floor in an area where I Had been. but I had never been down one of the hallways that just led to a bunch of offices then looped around. but at the end of a very short hallway on the end of that loop was an exit door. and I was like where the fuck could that door portably lead outside that doesn't make any sense. so I walked over and got sidetracked by an unlocked but ultimately uninteresting custodian closet. I looked closer at the door and the sign was like "heyyy can you actually just use this as an exit for emergencies it leads to a storage area" and like hell yeah the emergency is im a nosy ass bitch! so I opened the door and here's where I was

two slightly different angles but I was like woah. hello. not exactly what I was expecting. and idk if you can tell but that black spot on the wall in the very back isn’t a chalk board or a regular window it's open like. just a big hole in the wall. low key felt like a parking garage.

before I closed the door behind me I checked the handle and it was locked so I took a piece of metal and jammed it open because the sign said emergency exit but I sure wasnt seeing an exit and I did Not wanna go down those stairs.

anyways. I walked further in and saw that a sprinkler valve door room whatever was open which. they're always locked so having the door be Cracked was insane. so i walked in and was greeted with dish city baby!!!

like hello! it was so many dishes I was impressed. the fence to the pipes and tanks and valves n shit had a gate with a lock but the lock was unlocked on the fence next to it so I was like okayyyy don't mind if I do

I was expecting all that to be cooler but I have no idea what any of this is. and if I was insane I would have gone down the ladder into the hole but I'm NOT. I didn't even stick my phone down there for a flash picture what if there was a monster....

back outside the sprinkler room I saw this creepy lil alcove behind the walk ins that you can kind of see in the background of my first pictures

I walked down a hallway (not pictured) and reached a junction.

the exit sign is pointing to where I came from. straight ahead was obviously where the employees kept their stuff and there was a purse over there so knew there was at least one person Somewhere in this massive place.

to my left of where this photo was taken there was a set of locked doors and to my right was an ice machine and a washer of dryer I don't remember

past the ice machine was this storage room which was pretty standard but there were massive holes in the back wall? I couldn't tell where they led or why they existed it was very odd to me

and now the big one. this hallway

creepy as shit. reminder I was alone and it was late and not a soul knew where I was. anyways. I walked down and looked at the opening to my right

they really do a great job of locking things up around here. it's just a bunch of food but I was still interested so I was gonna go in but I heard a noise down the hallway so I looked and I saw somebody walking out of a doorway so I just turned and walked back to where I came from like I belonged there. or at least I hope that's how I looked.

I don't even know if the person followed me or if they saw me or if they cared but let's just say thank God I propped that initial door open because I sure as shit didn't see the exit I was promised

but yeah I went back into the main part of the building (which was still dark btw) where I knew there was a guaranteed exit and I heard keys jingling and a radio and I really don't know if it was one of the building managers (they're always very nice to me :)) or campus police but I waltzed out those doors and ran the fuck back home. okay I walked and called my mom and sister but. such an odd experience.

and naturally I took some things because I don't pay all that tuition for nothing

I genuinely need a salt shaker and there was a whole bin of them so I don't feel bad. as for the other thing it's a magnet and there were like ten of them stuck to the side of a surplus file cabinet but I literally don't remember putting it in my pocket? like I remember taking it off, looking at it, going "why would I want this" and putting it back. so imagine my surprise when I felt it in my pocket on my walk home like girl what the fuck.

but yeah that was my campus adventure and you already Know I texted coincidence explorer girl telling her we need to go back there together. so I feel less like shitting my pants.

[glygriffe]

To love and to hold

For the @sicktember challenge, prompt 13: Seasonal/Pet Allergies

Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester Words: 1285 Warning: Mostly fluff, some language _________________________

“Look what I found just outside the bunker!”

Sam could hear the smile in Cas' voice. He liked that, and he automatically smiled in response, looking up the stairs to see what had brought joy to his friend. From the map table, he saw him walking down the stairs while cuddling a ball of fur stowed under his trench coat: Castiel had found a tabby cat.

It was not a kitten and it looked well-fed, even a little fat, maybe. If it was a stray, it was from a recent change of luck.

“She's so friendly! She came to me really easily. Maybe she's hungry, or just needs some affection. I hear that cats are somewhat like humans in that respect. Should I give her a name or should we decide all together?”

“Cas, we cannot keep her. Not long-term anyway. It is probably someone's cat that went on a little adventure and got lost.”

Already, Cas' face was crestfallen. Sam sighed as he slowly got up from his chair to go pat the angel on his shoulder.

“I’m not saying put the cat back in the wild and let her starve. But somebody might be actively looking for her. We could go in town this afternoon to see if someone put a lost pet sign, and we'll figure out what is the best line of action.”

Castiel nodded solemnly, any trace of a smile gone. He tenderly put the tabby on the floor and she immediately made a figure-eight motion around his legs. He went stiff as a board, trying not to look at the cat.

Sam’s heart felt heavier suddenly. He preferred dogs but he understood the small heartbreak of falling in love with an animal while knowing you can’t keep it. He just didn't know Cas had it in him to feel that kind of attachment.

“You can still pet her, you know, and bring her into the kitchen for some water.”

Castiel entire demeanor perked up, and he swiftly bent to cuddle the cat in his arms, walking briskly towards the kitchen while explaining to her the layout of the bunker.

Sam huffed in amazement, looking at the angel's retreating figure. Maybe they could consider keeping the cat if their run into town didn't bring forth any potential owners.

“What's up?”

Dean appeared in the map room coming from the sleeping quarter of the bunker, an empty bowl of popcorn in his hands.

“Cas and I will go into town this afternoon. Need something?” “No, I think we still have enough beer in the fr… atchoo!!”

Dean sniffed, then pinched his nose. He looked puzzled by his sudden sneeze. “Sorry about that. No, I don't need any… atchoo!!! Son of a bitch! Maybe I'm coming down with something. Hum… Maybe grab some cold medicine in case?”

Sam's eyes were as big as saucers when he remembered his brother's cat hair allergy.

“Hum… I don't think it's a cold, Dean. See, Cas has been looking around in the countryside and…” “I'm not sure she has a family to take care of her, Sam. Oh, hello, Dean! Let me introduce you to Macska.”

Castiel was now walking towards Dean who quickly stepped back when he saw Macska poke her head outside the trenchcoat. He pointed an accusatory finger at his brother.

“A cat? You let a freaking cat in the bunker? And you let him name it?”

Castiel rolled his eyes, a mimic he without a doubt learned from Dean, and let the scared cat jump on the floor and run back to the kitchen where nobody was yelling.

“Sam didn't 'let me' name the cat, Dean: I just had to call her something while she is under my care. She's too old to be called Kitty and Cat seems too impersonal. Since she seems to respond better to the Hungarian language, that's what I'm using.” “Macska is 'cat' in Hugarian? That's clever. How many languages did you try before…?” “Who cares! That is not the main issue here.” “I know, Dean. But if the cat responds particularly well to Hungarian, maybe she was living with the Kovács family that left town recently. If they abandoned her, that would mean she has nowhere else to go except for the pound.”

An awkward silence filled the room for a beat or two before Macska came back into the map room, going straight to making figure-eights around the angel's legs again. This time, she was purring. Dean seemed torn about what to do or say. He opened his mouth... and immediately sneezed again.

Castiel crouched to pet the cat while squinting slightly at the older hunter. The animal stopped purring to look attentively at Dean, too.

Sam found it fascinating, how the cat and his brother seemed to get into a staring contest right away, each gauging the other, as if trying to figure out who was the dominant species in that particular space. The cat was tense, moving its head slightly from side to side. Dean crossed his arms and Sam could swear he saw him puff his chest a little. But then he sneezed again, breaking eye contact with the beast. If this was in any way similar to a game of chicken, he had the impression that his brother just lost.

Castiel tilted his head to the side.

“Dean, it sounds like you are allergic to cats.” “No shit, Sherlock.” “There's no need to be defensive. It's not Macska's fault any more than it's yours. It certainly isn't mine. I'll clean all the hair that she dropped for now, and I could give her regular baths if she was to stay with us for some time. But I understand it's not ideal to have a cat in the bunker in those circumstances, even if the poor darling is almost certainly homeless. Mr. Kovács was indeed grumbling that he and his wife were moving into an assisted facility with a lot of regulation he wasn't thrilled about.”

Castiel's face was all matter-of-fact, but Sam saw his shoulders drooping in sadness even as he still was petting the cat, gathering her in his arms again. The angel was already deeply attached to the stray and Dean had noticed it too. The way Cas was cradling the cat.

He slowly uncrossed his arms, glancing quickly at Sam to determine which side the young hunter might take. Then he sighed heavily while looking at the ceiling.

Sam tried to hide his smile. Fact: Cas was completely smitten by the cat, there was no question on that front. Fact: Dean would not have the heart to deprive the angel of the ball of fur he was holding so tenderly. But he was still fighting, albeit feebly.

“I don't want it in the kitchen or near my room. Maybe you can keep it in the garage IF it doesn't have anywhere else to stay in town. And get the vet to neuter it if it's not already the case.”

Dean rolled his eyes and turn around as if he could not believe he was caving on the matter of keeping a pet. Passing by his brother, he whispered to him: “And Sam… switch the cold medicine to some Allegra tablets when you do go in town.”

Sam was not surprised by this turn of events. Looking at Castiel smiling softly while holding the cat, he thought anybody who cared the slightest for the angel would have come to the same decision. So he nodded knowingly and actually chuckled when his brother pointed (yet again) his finger at him and hissed “shut your face!” before storming to his room.

[rphelperblog]

Walking Dead Rp Meme

inspired by the sweetest rper I have ever spoken to or witnessed before @handsbloodied​ - feel free to edit the quotes or change pronouns for rp purposes

"My mercy prevails over my wrath."

Why are we running? What are we doing?”

Don't talk. Think.”

You think God exists?”

I know what kind of man you are.”

We need to start treating him like an adult.”

You shoot me again? You best pray I'm dead.”

This isn't about what we believe anymore. It's about them.”

I was just trying to keep everybody safe.”

I was a fool, and you people saw that.”

Waste of an arrow.”

You can't just be the good guy and expect to live. Not anymore.”

“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense.”

"If I got the chance to do it again, I'd kill you all."

“Adolescence is a 20th century invention.”

Get one thing straight. You're staying? This isn't a democracy anymore.”

“You’re my brother.” 

The world we know is gone, but keeping our humanity? That's a choice.”

You're just gonna kill him?”

People in hell want slurpees.”

It's done. We do it today.”

"We are the end of the world."

There is no hope and you know it now, like I do, don't you? There is no hope for any of us.”

Please, Lord, punish me however you want, but show mercy on her.”

It's a waste of time all this hoping and praying.”

He was trying so hard to be reasonable, but that pushed my buttons even more.”

You want to kill me, you're going to have to do better than that wrench.”

“If I had known the world was ending, I would’ve brought better books.” 

“We don’t kill the living.” 

I'm responsible. I ain't gonna sit here while this fella takes this on alone.”

You're completely in over your head aren't you?”

You see 11 condoms, I see 11 minutes of my life I'm not getting back.”

Are you trying to buy my silence with fruit?”

Whatever it is, we all carry it.”

I ain't nobody's bitch.”

I'll control my people, you control yours.”

“I’m not the good guy anymore.”

You're a man of God, have some faith.”

"Everything now... Just consumes you."

"It's human nature to come together."

“We won’t get weak. That’s not in us anymore. We’ll make it work.” 

The pain doesn't go away. You just make room for it."

"As long as It's all of us, We can do anything." 

"People out there are always looking for an angle. Looking to play on your weakness ..."

“You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that.”

I can't profess to understand God's plan, but when Christ promised a resurrection of the dead, I just thought he had something a little different in mind.”

I'm not the good guy anymore.”

“They’re screwing with the wrong people.”

“I’m not your governor.”

"Goodnight, Love."

"Look at the flowers."

"You gotta be who you are, not who you were."

"I can't profess to understand god's plan ..." 

"You honor the dead by going on, even when you're scared. You love because they don't get to."

“I try not to mix it up with the almighty anymore.”

I believe this one bloomed for your little girl.”

"I might be the one walking away, but you're the one who's leaving."

“Rest in peace. Now get up, and go to war.”

“You don’t look at him, you don’t talk to him, and I don’t make you chop anything off of him.”

Good thing we didn't do anything stupid like shoot it.”

“You like that, huh? Li’l Ass-Kicker?”

“I’ve got my fingers crossed for a little freaky deeky.”

“You got some beach-ball-sized lady nuts coming in kamikaze like that.”

“While they’re at it, I just want to point out to you that I’m not taking a scrap of your food.”

“Well, pardon me young man, excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but did you just threaten me?” 

“There’s a compound bow and a machete with a red handle. That’s what I’m gonna use to kill you.”

“Funny how a little ‘Holy sh*t! Somebody’s gonna die!’ lights a fire under everybody’s ass!”

He'll be locked up in the barn unless you bust it open again.”

“Lucille’s beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours?!”

Your bitch went window shopping. You want him? Go fetch him yourself.”

“If they can’t make it, we’ll just take this place.” 

C'mon, man, don't give me that gansta shit.”

[deancasbigbang]

Title: You're Always Saying Farewell

Author: OurMoonlightRevels

Artist: avalonlights

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Eileen, implied Rowena/Gabriel

Length: 20000

Warnings: Temporary Character Death

Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Idiots in Love, BAMF Castiel, Pining, Fix-It, Found Family, Post-15x19, Charlie Bradbury & Dean Winchester

Posting Date: October 29, 2021

Summary: Finale, what finale? 8 months after the events of 1519, while waiting for his latest hangover to clear off, Dean is confronted with the surprises of several lifetimes when Charlie and Kevin arrive at the bunker in a fit of chaos, bringing with them an urgent mission. Jack is stuck in the Empty after a rescue mission to bring Cas home has gone wrong. Together with a string of old allies, the brothers and co have to figure out how to bring Jack and Cas back, how to navigate Dean's messy messy feelings and how to finally have the a happily ever after they all deserve.

Excerpt: “S'up Bitches.” comes the call from the door of the bunker as it clangs open. Dean, scattering beer bottles as he abruptly jerks up from his sprawl across the map table has a second to think 'What the fuck' before he catches sight of- “Ch..Charlie?” “The one and only! Live and in the flesh!” She replies, flashing a smile at her BFF as Sam comes rushing around the corner, having heard the smash of glass from the hallway. “What the fuck are you?” Dean demands as he rises from the table, gun already pointed into the doorway. Whatever it is standing there looks just like Charlie. Charlie, happy, bubbly and with 100% less bodily harm than the last time Dean saw her, the real Charlie, alive.  “Chill out dude, she’s Charlie, I'm Kevin and you are the douche brothers who left me wandering the earth destined to become a vengeful spirit. Thanks for that by the way.” Kevin Tran appears from behind Charlie to glower down at them from above. “How is this possible?” Sam asks. From behind them, a thick Scottish brogue chimes in with “Och you Winchesters. Never too quick on the uptake, were you?” They spin to find Rowena behind them. “Wee Jackie boy summoned us all here.” “Kid full on horn of Gondor'd us” Gabriel interrupts, entering from the direction of the kitchen, stolen chocolate bar in hand, while Rowena rolls her eyes at him. “Gabriel? How the fuck are you alive?” “Well,” Charlie says as she and Kevin make their way down to the room, “me, Jack, Ash and Kevin orchestrated a little smash and grab from the empty.” “How?” Sam asks. “What, like it’s hard? We figured out how to open a portal, and then it was just a case of distracting the Empty by extracting some fan favorites while Jack got to Cas.” Dean, reaching the end of his tether, interrupts. “Enough of the witty banter. Somebody explain what the fuck is happening. Right now or I swear to...” “God?” Gabriel interrupts, making himself comfortable at the map table while Rowena carefully sets a heavy bag down. “That's actually why where here.” Rowena finishes. “Right, so where is Jack?” Sam asks. “And Cas, where is Cas?” Dean adds. “See, that’s where the boy wonder’s plan hit an iceberg or two.” Gabriel says between bites. “Yeah. Getting in and freeing the guys was simple. But -,”

DCBB 2021 Posting Schedule

[luna-the-shark4254]

More incorrect quotes

*049 rushes by with an armful of water bottles* Kiki: What's going on? 035: 049 wouldn't drink water. Kiki: ...And? 035: And I asked them how fast they could chug an entire bottle. 049, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

035: Am I going to far? Kiki: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

Kiki: I’m afraid of clowns. There, I said it. Andy: Kiki, if you don't like clowns, why are you hanging with 035?

Murderer: Any last words? 035: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

Andy: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds. Kiki: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work? Andy: NO-

049: The Ocean is a soup. Andy: Andy: Do elaborate. 049: What are needed for something to be a soup? Andy: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine. 049: *Tilts head* Andy: The Ocean is a Soup. 049: The Ocean is a Soup.

Kiki: Here are two pictures. one of them is your room, and the other is the garbage dump. Catgurl: *points at a picture* That one is the dump. Kiki: tHEY'RE BOTH YOUR ROOM!

Catgurl: Yes, I'm adopting 049 and you cowards can't tell me no!

(A day later)

Catgurl: Why aren’t you sleeping? 049: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Catgurl. Catgurl: 049: ...The nightmares. Catgurl: *wrapping their arms around 049* Awwww, sweetie-

Kiki: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective? Andy: *crouches down* 035: *kneels down* 049: *sits on the floor* Kiki: Kiki: I hate all of you.

049: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Catgurl: Catgurl: I like you.

Catgurl: I’m going to hell. 049: Probably. Catgurl: I'll pick you up? 049: *nodding* Carpool.

Catgurl: Why's it called an oven when you of in the cold food and you of out hot eat the food? 049: ...What???

Andy, talking about 035: Is this a friend of yours, 049? 049: Kind of? Not really. They're in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

035: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to 049 and not do the thing, 035: Well there’s a clear right answer here. 035: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

035: I give up. I am so tired. 049: Get the emergency supply! Andy: *carries Kiki and places them in front of 035* Kiki: *smiles* 035: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

Catgurl: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka. Catgurl: *upends the bottle*

035: Look guys, I need help. 049: Love help? Kiki: Financial help? Andy: Emotional help? Catgurl: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Catgurl* Catgurl: What?

Kiki: You’re giving me a sticker? 049: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!” Kiki: I’m not a preschooler. 049: Fine, I’ll take it back- Kiki: I earned this, back off!

049: The ritual. To preform it requires a sacrifice. Catgurl: Sacrifice? I nominate 035. 035: Wait, what? Catgurl: Because you're little, you'll fit on a barbecue. 035: I'm 5'9, it's like average height in most of the world! 049: Its not that kind of of sacrifice guys!

Monika: Did Catgurl just tell me they loved me for the first time? Kiki: Yeah, they did. Monika: And did I just do finger guns back? Kiki: Yeah, you did.

049: What time is it? 035: I don’t know, pass me that saxaphone and we’ll find out 035: *BLASTS the saxaphone* Monika: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXAPHONE AT TWO IN THE FUCKING MORNING 035: It’s 2 am

Catgurl: Ooh, somebody has a crush Andy: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Kiki I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them. *Later that night* Andy, very much awake: Uh oh.

Catgurl: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone. 035: Mine just says "035 no." Catgurl: I want you to apply it to every possible situation

Catgurl, tearing up the room: Where are they? Catgurl, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children? Catgurl: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

Monika: We're having a baby. 049: Oh, cangradu- Catgurl, slamming adoption papers onto the table: It's you, sign here.

Catgurl: Do you need help getting up? 049: Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

049: I can't believe you've done this..... Kiki: I'm sorry I didn't know-! 049, on the verge of tears: YOU CAN'T JUST BUY ME A GIFT OUT OF NOWHERE NOW I FEEL LIKE A HUGE ASSHOLE!

Monika: Kiki won’t come out of their room! Andy: Just tell them I said something. Monika: Like what? Andy: Anything factually incorrect. Monika, shrugging: If you say so. Kiki, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?

049: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now. 035: There are no books in prison. 049: *sighs* Thank you.

Kiki: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE! Kiki: *aggressively throws water bottles* 049: Uh... what's up with them? Andy: They're trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us. Kiki: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! 035, crying:It's working.

Catgurl: FUCK THE CHAIR. PARDON ME FOR MAKING MYSELF COMFORTABLE DURING A SINCERE HEART TO HEART DISCUSSION WITH A DEAR FRIEND IN NEED! Catgurl: BUT THE TIME HAS COME FOR ME TO CEASE STRADDLING THIS DEEPLY OFFENSIVE PIECE OF FURNITURE! AWAY WITH YE, FOUR LEGGED TEMPTRESS! DISTRACT US NO MORE WITH THE MOST BASIC AND UTILITARIAN FORM OF COMFORT YOU SUPPLY! 035: Catgurl just threw a tantrum about a chair. 035: I just won Catgurl Tantrum Bingo.

999: I am strong! I beat 035 at arm wrestling! Monika: Anyone can beat 035 at arm wrestling! 035: Hey-

Monika, texting: O 049: What? Monika: Don’t read into that. 049: But I will read into that. Monika: HOW?! IT’S A LETTER! 049: Why is there a space after it, hmmmmm? Monika: Dude, really? Monika: It’s a fucking letter. 049: It could stand for something! Monika: IT DOESN’T, I PROMISE! 049: Like Oppression! Or worse… Monika: Dude, I just typed the letter O, that means nothing. :/ 049: Optometrist. Monika: Oh my God…

049: Y’know, maybe things aren’t so bad. I’m here. I got the nice ocean breeze. Just alone with my thoughts. 035: Hey, 049. 049: GODDAMNIT!

Kiki: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”. Kiki: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

Kiki: And here we see 049 and 999 in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. 049: Gaelic bread. 999: Grueling brad. 049: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

Monika & 999: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire* Monika: We need an adult! 999: Monika, you are an adult! Monika: We need an adultier adult! Get 049!

999: And now for a gay update with Monika and Catgurl. 049: Getting gayer. 999: Thank you, 049.

Monika: Are they stupid? Kiki: Yes, but they prefer to be called 035.

035: The fuck, no I'm not. Monika: Excuse the hell out of you? Kiki: Ding dong, you are right! Catgurl: Who told you that? And why did they lie? 049: Rude.

Monika: A butterfly! Hey, little guy, gal or nonbinary pal! Andy: Can a butterfly be nonbinary? Monika: I mean, maybe? I don't judge. 035, staring dreamily out of the window: Ah, have you ever imagine having butterfly wings? Then- Kiki: Then it would be inconvenient as fuck. Your wings would smack every doorframe and your clothes would have to have holes in the back. 049: Also, your wing's paper thin, so even a six year old aimed a NERF gun at it would... Yeah... Catgurl: *sips coffee* According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a- 035: No, nononono. You fuckers have already shattered my dream, you don't get the fucking privilege to make that reference. Andy: Also, it's about a butterfly, not a bee... Why would you make that reference? Monika: You clearly have not lived with them long enough.

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Wide Awake-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Here’s Pt. 2 bitches. I hope you all enjoy ! Also, please go support and follow @notphilosopherstudentblog​ because she helped me out with this because she’s so intelligent. <3

Btw Title is based off Katy Perry’s song Wide Awake

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.5k+

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It was early. Too early for Y/n to be crying. But her she was, sitting in bed, clinging to one of Clay's old shirts. In the past, it was normal for her to steal a couple of his belongings. It was typical of Y/n to invite herself into his closet, taking whatever she wanted to wear, whenever she wanted. But now it just felt wrong.

There were only a few items left Y/n had that were his. She never washed this shirt, she had only worn it once. She could still remember the day she stole it.

"Y/n, you've got to be kidding," Clay turned in his desk chair. She had just walked out of his closet wearing an oversized grey t-shirt. "You're seriously going to leave me with five pieces of clothing."

She shot him a playful look, taking a moment to admire herself in the nearest mirror. "I'm sorry Mr. 15 million subscribers. You can always buy more clothes with all that money."

"Fine... it looks better on you anyway."

She had spent the rest of the day in his shirt. And by the end of the day, the scent of his laundry detergent was strong. For an odd reason, the t-shirt had spent weeks in the back of Y/n's closet, untouched. At least, until this morning.

All night she was toss and turning. It seemed impossible for her to get a moment of sleep, her mind had been racing. The only reason she wasn't able to sleep was because of one person; Clay. Their fight had played over and over again in her mind.

'But Y/n, I really do love you.'

There were so many different ways the night could've ended. But it was her fault it ended how it did. If only she hadn't asked for him to step out of the stupid restaurant with her. She didn't need to make a scene, but she still did. This was all her fault.

The sound of her phone buzzing had pulled Y/n away from the piece of fabric in her hands. Looking down at her nightstand, she glanced at the electronic. Wilbur was calling. With a sigh, hesitantly she reached for the phone.

"Hey, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur."

The brunette bit his lip at the sound of her voice. He could tell she had a rough night. "Are you doing alright?"

"I'm..." she paused, looking down at the shirt in her lap. "Yeah, I'm doing better."

"That's good to hear," For some odd reason, he was pacing. It wasn't normal for him to pace back and forth. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a set of brown pants with a creme button-up shirt. A pair of glasses rested on his face as he spoke. "George and I were hoping to go get some breakfast. Do you think you could show us somewhere good?"

"Yeah, I'm up for breakfast. What about Nick and Clay?" If Clay was coming, she didn't know what she'd do. There would be tension, but maybe she could find a way to patch everything up between them.

"Nick's going over to Clay's. They wanna have a bit of time together."

"Oh, okay... when do you guys wanna meet up?"

"Maybe 30 minutes to an hour?"

"An hour it is."

Before preparing to go out, Y/n had texted Wilbur a location point to meet up. It was a nice restaurant located in town, it had always been one of her favorite places to eat. George and Wilbur had gotten a table outside, it was nice out for a day in Flordia.

"Do you think she's gonna do it?"

Wilbur glanced across the table to George, "Honestly, probably not." He let out a sigh, " hope she agrees. I really do. But it's gonna be hard for her to let go. I just think it'd be better if they got some time away from each other."

"You're right. As good of friends they are, they need a break from each other." They both knew it wasn't a good idea for Y/n to stay in Flordia at the moment, she needed a moment away from Clay. So Wilbur had come up with an idea to get Y/n to take a break.

"What do you think of Elise?" Changing the subject, George leaned back in his chair. It was rare for Clay's girlfriend to come up in conversation. She seemed like such a touchy subject in the group. She was definitely a sweetheart, but it seemed like she appeared out of nowhere. The group had been planning future Dream SMP roleplay on a Discord call. It had been so brief when Clay mentioned her. 'Hey guys, I just wanted to mention I started dating somebody.' It was smart of George to hold his tongue because of what else Clay had to say. 'Her name is Elise and she's 19.'

Most of the group had expected Clay and Y/n to end up together. They were best friends who lived in the same town. There was constant flirting going on between them. And not to mention Y/n had always been there to support Clay through the bad and good.

"Hey, guys!"

Both of the British men were pulled out of their thoughts by the sound of her voice. Y/n was quick to take a seat by Wilbur. "Have we ordered yet?"

"No actually, we've been waiting for you." George fixed his posture, his classic grin appeared on his face. "Got any recommendations for drinks?"

"My go-to has to be a mimosa and the eggs benedict."

The knock came as a surprise, but there were a lot of surprises happening this morning. Clay had woken up earlier than usual. Naturally, he'd get up around 9 or 10, but today he woke at 7. He couldn't go to bed for a few more hours, his mind wouldn't quit racing with thoughts. He had ended up skipping breakfast, he wasn't hungry today. It was normal for him to eat something, he always woke up starved. The early knock was the cherry on top of the cake of the surprises happening today.

"Hey Nick, what are you doing here?" Clay glanced behind his friend, looking for any sign of the rest of his friends. Originally, they had planned to meet up later that afternoon at his place. "I thought you were coming by at noon?"

Nick stood on the porch, burying his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It was early in the morning, yet it was already warm outside. "Yeah, sorry I didn't ask if I could come by earlier. I just wanted some time alone with you."

"Cool, make yourself at home," Stepping aside, the blonde opened the door a bit wider for his friend. "Sorry it's a bit messy, I was planning to clean up before you guys showed up."

The pair had made their way to Clay's living room. It was nice, but still a bit messy just as he said. As the blonde began to pick up after himself, the pair had a bit of small banter.

"Is Elise gonna come by this afternoon?" Nick watched as Clay picked up a couple of items sitting on the coffee table.

"Uh, no. I think she had work today."

"Oh, what about Y/n?"

Clay tensed, pausing for a second. She had been on his mind a lot since the last time he saw her. The way she looked at him... it hurt. It felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. This morning she was all he could think of. He missed her good morning texts, the way she'd update him about little situations happening in her schedule, when she would randomly face time him just to say: 'I wanted to see your stupid face because I missed it.'

"I... she's not coming."

"Why's that?"

"You know why, Nick." Clay let out a sigh, taking a seat on the couch. He didn't know what he could do, he was the one who messed everything up. If he tried to apologize, he might even piss Y/n off even more. She had always been a hardass about being hurt or betrayed, it was hard for her to give people a second chance. "I don't even think she knows we're all planning to meet up later today."

"Dude... it's weird seeing you two like this. It feels wrong." The two friends looked at one another, it seemed like Nick could tell exactly what Clay was thinking. 'It is wrong.'

"I miss her. But I was also the one who fucked everything up by ignoring her for weeks."

"Why'd you even do that?"

"Because I fell in love with her. I was scared she didn't feel the same. So I distanced myself and looked for someone to start a relationship with.  That's why I met Elise."

"Clay... you're an idiot."

"I know."

Turning, Wilbur looked at Y/n. She was halfway finished with her meal. Everything was going great, she seemed so happy just to be able to talk with two friends. It seemed like the best time to spring the idea on her.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"Yes, Wilbur?"

He bit his lip, glancing at the man sitting on the other side of the table. George gave a brief nod, knowing what was going to happen next. "George and I had an idea we'd like to share with you."

"What is it?"

"You know how you've been talking about how you've always wanted to visit us in London?"

"Yeah..."

Wilbur paused, looking back at George for a second. "Well, we were thinking... I have a free room in my place. Why don't you spend one of two months with me just to see how you like London?"

Y/n's face lit up. "That sounds great, Wilbur. I... wow. That sounds so fun!" She paused, her smile disappeared. "But what about my house? I can't just abandon it for a month."

Wilbur bit his lip, 'Shit.'

"Clay can stop by once a week, just to make sure everything's fine. I'm positive he'll do it for you," George was quick to jump into the conversation. As soon as he mentioned Clay, Wilbur shot him a look. Y/n tensed at the sound of his name.

"Listen Y/n, you don't have to do it. Just keep the idea in mind, you can give me an answer before George and I leave."

"Okay..." Y/n bit her lip, looking at her food. She knew the only right answer was yes, but it was going to be hard to talk to Clay about this. "I think... I think I wanna do this. I wanna go with you guys."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, but... just give me some time to think it over."

"We're always here for you, Y/n. No pressure." Wilbur placed a hand on Y/n's. He wanted her to come to London, everything would be better. He cared a lot about Y/n, he really did. He just wanted to see her happy.

"I just want her to be happy," Clay let out a sigh, opening the refrigerator door. His eyes skimmed over what there was, he had gone grocery shopping the other day to plan for today. He still wasn't hungry.

"Everything's gonna get-" Nick paused, he was interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone ringing. There was a moment of silence as the blonde closed the refrigerator, approaching his phone on the kitchen counter.

"It's Y/n."

"What?"

"Do I pick it up?" Clay glanced at his friend.

"yes, yes, yes! Do it!"

Clay was quick to pick up the phone, putting it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, Clay."

"Hey, Y/n."

"Do you..." she paused, "Do you have a moment to talk?"

"Yeah, I can talk." Clay leaned against the counter, listening to her intently. It had only been a few days, but he missed her voice. He could tell she was down.

"I know this seems like the wrong time to be asking for favors and everything, considering everything that has happened this last week. But... I need your help with something." She paused again. He could tell she was hesitating, as though something was keeping her back. "I think I'm gonna be gone for a while. And I just need someone to check up with my house every couple of days. Could you do that? It's fine if you don't want to, it was a stupid idea of me to ask you anyways-"

"No, yeah. Of course, I'll check up on your house for you, Y/n." He was quick to cut her off. The last thing he wanted was for her to think she couldn't turn to him for help anymore. "And it's not stupid of you to ask me. I'll always be here if you need something or need help."

She scoffed, "You weren't there for me these past few weeks." She stopped herself again for the third time. "I'm sorry, that was really bitchy of me."

"I deserved it," he could only chuckle. Y/n was still herself. "But yeah, is there anything else you need... or want to talk about?"

"I... no. No, that's it. I guess I'll talk to you... eventually."

"Alright," Clay fought back the urge to let out a disappointed sigh. "I'll see you." Without saying goodbye, she hung up the phone. He didn't know what to expect next, he wasn't even sure whether this was a step in the right direction or not.

Staring at the box, Y/n felt herself tear up for the hundredth time this week. This was going to be a hard task to complete, but it was going to help her let go.

Walking around the house, Y/n picked up item by item. Anything that belonged to Clay was going in the box.  A few t-shirts, a couple of CDs she stole, one of his coffee cups. Y/n wasn't even sure how the cup had gotten to her house, but she knew it belonged to Clay. All of her coffee cups matched, all the same color and shape. But... this one cup had shown up in her pantry one day. Every time Clay had spent the night, he'd start the morning off with a cup of coffee, only using that cup.

At this point, Y/n was picking up items that held too strong memories of him. The box had quickly filled, it felt strange. It seemed like she had just lost a chunk of her house. Of her life. This needed to happen. This was the only way they'd be able to keep their friendship.

Y/n had agreed to come to London with Wilbur, she was finally fully on board. Two suitcases sat by her front door as she waited for Wilbur and George to arrive. She would only be in Florida for a few more hours, she needed to give this box back to him. Maybe she could just say screw it, leave it here under her bed, hidden away. So when she'd return she'd be comforted by his shirts and hoodies, she'd listen to his songs and cry.

No. She couldn't do that. If she did that she wouldn't be letting go of everything. Y/n needed closure, it'd be the best for them both and she knew it. Pulling her out of her thoughts, Y/n heard a knock on her door. It was time.

"Morning, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur." Y/n smiled, embracing her friend in a hug as soon as she opened the door.

"George is in the car. We got coffee too." Wilbur looked down at her, his arms still wrapped around her waist, holding her close. "You're positive you want to do this?"

"Yes, I need to."

"Alright, then. I'll support you with whatever decision you make." He finally stepped aside, moving to grab her suitcases. Y/n grabbed the box, she had moved it into the hallway before greeting Wilbur. With one more glance, she looked down her hallway before closing the door. As soon as her home was locked up, Y/n had dropped her keys into the box. This was going to be the final step before London. Giving it all back.

George and Y/n greeted each other, Y/n giving him a quick hug before entering the car. The rest of the time, the car ride was quiet. There was obviously going to be tension. On their way, Y/n kept thinking to herself about what she was going to say. What if she fucked it all up? What if they broke out into another fight?

"Here we are."

Y/n sucked in a breath, looking over at the familiar house. This was the final step.

"Y/n, do you need either of us to walk up with you?" Wilbur spoke, he noticed the way she looked at the house.

She shook her head. "No, I got this..." Stepping out of the car, there were only a few words she'd repeat to herself. 'This is the final step. This is the final step. This is the final step.' It felt like it took forever for her to reach his porch.

As soon as she was face to face with the wooden door, she was quick to hit the doorbell. She just wanted to get this over with, fast. A few moments passed, and just as she reached to hit the doorbell again, she stepped back. The door was opening.

"Y/n?" Clay yawned, his hair was a mess. It was obvious she had just woken him up. "What are you-"

"It's time for me to go now. I'm sorry for waking you up. Here are my keys and a few of your items in case you wanted them while I was-"

"Woah, woah, woah." He interrupted her, rubbing his eyes. "Slow down, you're talking fast. You're leaving? Right now?"

"I..." she sighed. "Yeah, I am."

"And this..." he looked down at the box in her hands. "They're all mine?"

"Yeah, that's kinda the whole point." She gave him a look, "Considering the box says your name."

"Alright... thank you," he nodded, carefully picking the box up from her. "How long are you gonna be gone?"

"I'm not sure. I just know I have to go."

"Why?"

"Because of us, Clay. It'd be better for both of us. We need time apart. We have so much going on in each other's lives. I just need a break."

He watched her, she looked close to tears. Without thinking, Clay pulled his friend into his embrace, holding her close. "I understand. Take as much time as you need. I'll be here."

"Thank you."

The hug was short, Y/n was the first to pull away. As soon as it was over, she muttered a quick goodbye, hurrying back to the car. When the car door shut, Wilbur was quick to jump to asking questions.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything? You're completely sure you want to do this?"

"I'm fine, Wilbur."

"Alright, I just wanted to check." Wilbur paused, looking out the window. "Y/n, would you mind if George and I said our goodbyes to Clay?"

"Go ahead, I'm not the boss of you."

Sitting in the car alone, Y/n got a moment to catch her breath and stop the tears from forming. She did it. She completed the final step. She could do whatever she wanted now. The moment alone in the car felt short, George and Wilbur were back in the car in what felt like seconds. Only, Wilbur sat in the back with Y/n, George driving by himself.

"You ready, Y/n?"

"More than anything." Y/n looked at Wilbur, the way he smiled at her just felt... good. Looking down, she noticed Wilbur gently grabbing her hand in his. She smiled, things were going to start getting good for her, she knew it.

"Wow okay, now I just feel like a driver for you two." George shot a dirty look in the mirror.

"A bad driver," Y/n grinned at her friend. "Start moving, Mr. colorblind." "If I get a ticket for running a red light, I'm blaming you."

With a yawn, Y/n opened her eyes. She had another good night of sleep, it had been weeks since she had a bad night of sleep. For eight months, she had lived in London. At this point, her house in Flordia was sold to a family of three, and she was no longer flatmates with Wilbur. Instead, she was his girlfriend.

Turning over, she faced the beautiful brunette. He was still asleep. She owed him everything. She was now an influencer because of him, he had helped her set up her YouTube channel and introduced her to the fans. He thought it'd be a good job for her, considering how she was a social butterfly and carry conversations.

Clay and Y/n didn't interact as much as they use to. They'd interact on the Dream SMP and over social media. But it was rare for them to speak in private. The only way their relationship got better was by them distancing themselves. What was a beautiful friendship had turned into an acquaintanceship. Clay was still dating Elise, but it seemed like things weren't going the best and there were signs of him planning to break up with her soon.

Wilbur peeked an eye open, looking at his girlfriend. "Morning, Y/n."

"Morning, Wilbur."

Y/n smiled, she knew she was right. Everything got better for her. After all, When the rain ends, there will always be a rainbow.

[blondrichclosetwitch]

Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side

I was planning on including this with the other songs from 3-6, but the post is 17 pages long (!!!) so I’m just putting this one up. Blood on the leaves was a super big song in my world. Here’s why.

These bitches surroundin' me All want somethin' out me, Then they talk about me---(while they were psychically speaking to me in spring 2017, they all wanted me to do things for them. Specifically, one of the very first things i was taught by spirit was how to draw on my past lives as a papal figure ( i was a bishop in the dark ages for the catholic church..it seems worth mentioning that when i was 10 years old and i was supposed to be cleaning my room, i would have the door closed and i would read the gospel aloud as if i was speaking to a congregation. ) and do what are known as generational curse line clearings where i went through their family lines, and then examined their life, listing off all their sins or what have you, making sure they were all accounted for, and then doing some sort of exorcism over them. I did it for the tarot leader, for jakk, and for Stella. Each one took about 90 minutes. I have jakk and the TR’s on tape. Stella’s was different. They convinced me that the devil was in Stella. That’s how the picture of her ended up having a water stain on it, they directed me through a process to “purify” her. A lot happened. I was given a lot of tests.

Along these lines, there was also a lot of talk about the Satanists, and why they were trying to bring down me and Jakk. I’ll tell you right now, I was told Jakk was a prophet. And that he knew he was going to meet me in 2012. And that that was the reason Blond made sure we had the abortion. She told me her parents were Satanists, and i clearly remember having conversations with the mother. I went back to my analyst, and she was like, “you can’t go the evil route. You can’t let them bring you into their darkness. “ It was a real struggle that went on for months. In some post earlier, i put up the letter that Psychic Jakk had me write to my analyst. It talked about the Satanists, and what they did to him, and that he needed her help.

When I went to the Bulgarian who did a procedure to remove the lower realm entity that was attached to me in June 2017, I asked her, “is Jakk a prophet?” and she said “yes, but his mind is practically gone at this point.” )

Now I know you not it (I'm the poplar trees)--the trees that I spend the time with are poplars. I basically consider them my new york family.

We could've been somebody 'Stead you had to tell somebody (reference to the way they talked about what they were doing to me spread, and that was a big mistake. Granted they were usually drunk or high when they talked about it, but...they weren’t careful. )

Let's take it back to the first party When you tried your first molly & came out of your body And you was screamin' that you love me---(on the 2nd hotel date that jakk and I went on, i think i brought ecstasy, and that was when he finally told me in the most cinematic way possible that he was in love with me. Honestly it was astounding. He also followed it up with that he knew he was going to marry blond. So you know, great play really. Dramatic and romantic…..but did i mention dramatic?)

Before the limelight tore ya' (jakk got used to the money from what i understand)

Remember we were so young When I would hold you Before the blood on the leaves--(it took me a while to get this one. This has to do with blond.

This has to do with the sexuality between me and her before she really had her people start attacking the trees. In the beginning there were branches broken, or they threw waterballoons at the tree, but after i split off from her in 2019….when i started setting up protection so i couldnt get invaded or sucked in, then it got malicious. I first learned about them poisoning the earth around the trees in 2020; as a matter of fact, it was one of the first messages i got when i went sober in early 2020. And then funnels for motor oil started to show up at different trees, to insinuate they had poured it into the earth. )

Something strange is happening---(this to me is a reference to being led around psychically, but not really understanding it. And then once i knew it was happening, stuff started showing up to make sure i understood someone else was in control.)

We could've ugh, we could've been somebody ( i would have let the “romance” with her go on if my teacher didn’t tell me i needed to shut it down immediately.)

And came out of our body (jakk/blond/myself)

Before they call lawyers (this could be a reference to how i was always being told psychic jakk was talking about meeting with his lawyers, and letting them know everything that was happening to us, and that jakk would come back to me and say that we had a solid case.

How you gon' lie to the lawyer

It's like I don't even know ya(how jakk changed)

I gotta bring it back to the 'nolia--(i guess i found out about my being a slaveowner in 2019; i don’t remember the timing, i think it was 2020 that i started printing out pictures of black men who had died, eric garner being the first. Him, trayvon, and tupac were the first images i would look at, but when george floyd died, it all changed for me. Wheni put george on the wall, and i started praying for spirits to ascend, i started noticing that they actually became protectors of mine. Which seems unfair, being a white woman who not that many lifetimes ago, was a shitty unevolved slaveowner who lacked integrity. I don’t exactly know why tupac has my back, probably because of my faith and because i mention him every day, but i don’t take the spiritual support for granted. Part of what i try to figure out as i contemplate this path is figuring out how i can be of service to the dead. )

To all my second string bitches, try and get a baby--( there was more than one time i was told Blond was pregnant, even when PJ said they were divorcing. And then when i was told he had a new girlfriend, they said she was pregnant. Basically any time PJ told me he was finally coming to be with me, this song would play, and it meant someone was pregnant. So eventually this song became a trigger for my nervous system to shut down. )

Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse (reference to my rent and how i couldnt even work, between all the emergencies i was told about jakk and stella me on wild rides. The other day i was in brooklyn and walked my a pizza place i stopped at on livingston where a slice was 1.50, because that was literally all the money i had for food that day. My analyst got used to hearing i didn’t have money for the subway to come to my appt. )

Gotta keep 'em separated--(the necessary piece to this whole thing is keeping me and jakk separated, in case that’s not obvious. But that can’t last forever. )

Then she said she impregnated, that's the night your heart died (there have been lots of references to heart failure lately; i believe i had some heart issue in yonkers one night when they led me around til 6 am. When you’ve given up your baby and then you constantly hear that the woman who insisted you abort it is pregnant, it does something to you. Not just emotional. I just started to break down any time it came up, and then when i was told the plan was to kill both the baby and jakk on easter in a sacrifice, i would just go crazy. I guess you could say i was on the brink of a nervous breakdown for about 3 months. )

Then you gotta go and tell your girl and report that--(this is two fold. This is both a referenceto when jakk had to tell blond that i was pregnant in 2012, and PJ coming to me in 2017 and telling me she was pregnant. )

Main reason cause your pastor said you can't abort that--( i went to the church for confession for the abortion, it was pretty rough. My mom was on me to do it right away, but it took me a few years, and it was hard.)

Now your driver say that new Benz you can't afford that--(benzos)

All that cocaine on the table you can't snort that--(so much drug use, people)

That going to that owing money that the court got--(both in 2017 there was talk about the settlement that jakk and i were going to get for the psychological terror that we were put through. Plus the spirits talk about court a lot. )

she got you homie 'Til death but do your part, unholy matrimony

“No waiting for the summer rose and (breathe)

And breathe and breathe

And live and learn” ( just to mention that roses and breathing are huge themes in this. )

Blood on the leaves and blood on the root

For the trees to drop

Here is a strange and bitter crop

[mysticgalaxie]

After Dr. Randolph Bell broke it off with Quovadis, and he assumed that all would be fine, after the dust settled. He couldn't have been more wrong.

Chapter 2

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It was a unusually quiet night at the hospital. Kit was still on call, she had to work some overtime at the hospital. As she walked past the nurses station, she heard a nurse talking to their friends.

"Its pretty quiet tonight." They said.

The people just kinda stared at her, as if she had said a devils curse. Which, everyone had a feeling she did.

"Never say the q word." Another nurse warned, as they got word an ambulance would be brining in a stab victim.

Kit sighed and turned to the nurses.

"What is the address of this place? Like, how far away?" She questioned.

The nurse looked down and answered her, telling her the address, which Kit knew was the bar that all of her colleagues had went to.

Kit crossed her arms and slowly nodded. "That's where Dr. Bell and his colleagues went after shift. They should still be there. Be ready for them to arrive." Kit warned, worry in her tone. She knew of Randolph's falling out with Quovadis, and what could have possibly gone wrong. She just tried not to think too much about that until she was sure about what happened.

But she couldn't shake the feeling something horrible happened.

~

As Gordon stepped into the groups line of sight, it was as if a fiery rage exploded in Conrad's eyes. "You son of a bitch!" Conrad yelled, his hands making fists instinctively.

This only seemed to amuse Gordon, who laughed in response to Conrad. "Ooh, it would appear somebody is feisty~"

Conrad's fists shook. He nearly went to step forward but he felt a gun press against his temple. He froze, as Gordon grinned. "Ah, yeah. If i were you, I'd stay put."

Conrad growled lowly, staying quiet as he knew it wouldn't do anything but make Gordon even happier. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and he felt slightly defeated as he realized it had only been a few long minutes since he called 911. He feared they wouldn't be here fast enough.

His eyes wandered back to Randolph, and his anger only grew. He shouldn't be in this situation. He wanted nothing more than to go help him.

Nic was in a bit of a panic mode, Devon was silent but trying to help her relax. Mina, who was beside aj and Conrad, just touched Conrad's arm. She didn't want to say anything given their current situation.

After a moment of staring  at the group of doctors, Gordon got bored and walked over to Randolph's body. He knelt down, touching some of Randolph's blood. He smirked, tossing Conrad's bloody shirt away. Quickly, blood began to pool around Randolph.

Conrad's voice cracked a bit as he managed to speak. "Please, let me help him." He nearly begged, and Mina just gently rubbed Conrad's shoulder.

Gordon rolled his eyes. "He fucked me over, he fucked over my company and now he will pay the price."

Conrad was all out of options, and so was everybody else. Everybody was panicking a bit but Conrad seemed the most panicked and/or determined out of them all.

"Please. I'll do anything you want. Don't kill him. Don't let him die. Please..." Conrad begged again. Nobody in the room reacted aside from Gordon, who didn't even step away from Randolph. He kept his eyes on Randolph's body as he spoke to Conrad.

"Tempting. But my plan has gone PERFECTLY! There's not a chance in hell I'm letting this go!" Gordon yelled, causing Nic and Conrad to both flinch. Conrad had never felt more helpless in his whole life. And that was saying something.

Gordon then regained his full composure as he stood up. "Well, I believe this shitshow has gone on for long enough. Let's end this, shall we?" He smirked, and as he pulled out a gun Conrad felt tears start to bubble at his eyes. Nic was in shock, everyone else was either blank or panicking in their own way.

Gordon pointed the gun at Randolph's head. "Don't do this! Just let him go!" Conrad yelled, but it was futile. As Gordon placed his finger against the trigger, Conrad found himself holding his breath, not even realising it. He thought his heart might just stop right there. He knew it was over.

Until the bartender ran over and attacked Gordon. Gordon ended up shooting higher up on the wall in surprise, thankfully it missed Randolph.

Gordon and the bartender kept fighting, none of the other men shot because they didn't want to hurt Gordon. While the two fought, they heard sirens outside. Gordon, in a panic pushed the bartender off and shot him in the head. Mina gasped in surprise. Conrad and Nic flinched in surprise.

Gordon panicked still. "What the fuck!?" He yelled. "Get the fuck outta here!" He spoke as he took one last look at Randolph before he quickly ran out. The rest of the group had no choice but to follow.

Conrad ran over to Randolph as quickly as he possibly could, tears running down his face before he could stop them. He pulled Randolph close to him, trying to put pressure on the wound. He used the other hand to check his pulse, and feeling how weak it was nearly sent Conrad spiraling.

Aj and Devon walked over to check on the man who had gotten shot, though they both knew he had to be dead after that. Mina hugged Nic, trying to get her to calm down even a little bit. Normally, everybody in this room was stone faced during danger. But this was personal. Nobody really knew how to feel.

Within a matter of seconds, paramedics rushed through the door and over to Conrad and Randolph. Conrad was a bit hysterical as the paramedics pulled Randolph away from him and onto the gurney. They started to work on him, trying to stop the bleeding as much as possible before getting him into the ambulance.

Conrad stayed against the floor, just staring at Randolph's body. He didn't know why he was reacting this way. Randolph was just his boss, it wasn't like it was his family. But right now, he couldn't control his emotions much less figure them out.

He wasn't hearing anything that was happening. He was zoned out, but as soon as they started wheel Randolph outside, Conrad jumped up. "I'm - I'm coming with him." Conrad spoke, and the paramedic nodded. As they got Randolph into the back of the ambulance, Conrad looked down at his blood covered hands. Each time he got this much blood on his hands it wasn't any easier than the first.

As soon as he could, he got inside the ambulance. The paramedics shut the doors, and Conrad turned his attention back to Randolph. Without really thinking about it, Conrad grabbed his hand and held it. He didn't let go the whole ride to the hospital.

Back at the bar, Nic, Mina, Devon and Aj had to stay back. They knew the cops were going to arrive and want to question them about what happened. And they were nervous about telling the truth. They knew Gordon would come for ALL of them after this. But they couldn't defend him or lie to the cops. They knew what they needed to do.

After around 5/10 minutes, the ambulance arrived at the hospital.  They jumped up and got Randolph out as quickly as they could, as doctors rushed out to help them. Conrad stepped out and stepped back, knowing they needed space. That and he knew he wouldn't be any help. The cold air hit his bare chest, causing shivers to run up his spine.

Kit ran out after a moment, looking at Randolph as they wheeled him off, then back to Conrad. "Oh my god Conrad, What happened?" She asked, trying to keep composed as she could see Conrad was far from it.

Conrad snapped out of his state a bit as he looked up at her. "He was stabbed... Gordon page and Quovadis orchestrated everything... We were all held at gunpoint... Gordon almost killed him and I couldn't help him. If he dies I.." He cut himself off with a deep inhale.

Kit frowned. "That's absolutely terrible... I'm so sorry that happened. But I know Randolph. He's been through a lot, I'm sure he'll be just fine." She tried to convince Conrad.

Conrad looked at her. "Nic had a bad feeling about everything. I should have just listened to her... If we had listened maybe he'd still be okay..." Conrad spoke. He was in slight denial, going over everything that had happened before Randolph got stabbed. Thinking of everything he could have possibly done to prevent what happened.

Kit moved closer and touched his shoulder. "That's the denial talking. Don't let it rule you. Come on, lets get you cleaned up.." She spoke with a gentle smile as she led Conrad inside. She was worried but Conrad came first. There wasn't anything she could do to help Randolph, anyway.

But she knew that if Randolph survived, not only would it be a long road to recovery, it would be hell to fight through their war with Quovadis. This was just the beginning.

[zwiezraczek]

Lover [Blurb]

Part 3: Player - Part 4

Note: It has been almost two months since I updated the Believer blurb! But now, here we are with the final part! I hope you'll enjoy it! Especially you, 🐼 Nonnie! 💕💕💕

~~~

You were sitting on this chair for hours, your muscles sore and your jaw clenched every single time one of the men you once directed took your face between his large fingers, tightening his grip on your cheeks until Billy spoke. With every new confrontation, you could feel your mouth bleed and you became accustomed to blood's taste. And to your father coming to give you food and water in order to have a breaking point for Billy, and probably because he still loved you somehow. But you couldn't figure out how.

You closed your eyes. You wished a painless death, because this became too much. Did you spent hours, days or weeks there? You had lost count. The harsh source of light was your only sun, and your moon became this little light they had put in the basement when nobody was there for a longer moment. And during these moments, you imagined yourself kicking their asses, with Billy and escape from there. He whispered a countless number of times that he was sorry about all of this, dragging you into this matter was probably his biggest mistake he said. But you had to open your eyes one day, and you preferred this way than any other.

“Y/N,” he said, as one of the guard left his position for a moment.

“What,” you asked, with a weakened voice and a your throat dry.

“Do you regret being my friend sometimes?” And even in the darkness, you could sense how this question burned his lips and made him wince.

“You're really asking me this, there, while you're living your best life with your BDSM kink,” you snapped in a lower tone in order to keep your voice consistent. “I regretted being your friend, when I found out that you lied about your death, but otherwise never.”

“You don't hate me for what's happening to you?” And before you could reply, you heard gunshots coming from outside the basement.

“What the hell,” you whispered.

Men seemed to be running through the corridors, heavy steps and heavy guns and you knew that this never meant anything good. But you were useless here, and you couldn't even save yourself from there. Neither could Billy with his kinky stuff. You closed your eyes, if you had to die now, you prayed the lord for a painless death.

Somebody opened the door, the light hitting your eyelids and you forced them to open again. You saw an impressive figure in the frame of the door, with a gun in each hand groping around for a switch. And when they finally found it, the basement became this harsh-lighted space again. He ran towards Billy, and you protested, kicking the ground and trying to free yourself from the cuffs, your voice refusing to cooperate in your actions. And then, you saw how calm Billy was when the man detached him and how he almost hugged him.

And then you understood. The Ghosts squad.

The tall masked man came towards you, and knelt right behind your chair.

“We've got you, senorita,” he whispered and you thanked him a countless number of times before getting up and walking, slowly towards the exit. He let you put your hand over his shoulder as he saw you struggling. “What did they do yo you?”

“Ugly shit,” you replied exhaling as walking became even harder than it was before.

“Four, you're doing alright,” he asked Billy and your bestfriend nodded vigorously.

“Have been worse, just take care of her Three,” he said as he looked at you, pain in his eyes.

“Don't worry Four, we're getting out of here,” he said with a smirk.

You noticed that Billy had a gun in his hands, and how much you wished to be less useless and to grab a gun and kill all of these man around, in a furious rage asking for blood. And even more blood than you could imagine. Patiently, the three of you made their way out of your house, with your help now, directing your small group towards the exit of this hell of a house. In the car, somebody was already waiting for you – you recognized the French woman's hair when you sat on the backseat. You closed your eyes for a moment, as you heard the rattle of the engine. You have had enough of all of this. You just hoped you were free.

And as soon as you entered the Ghost's place, Five greeted both of you by making you lay down in order to examine you. Apparently, you were the one who was the most injured of the two of you. Five left Billy on his bed, and came towards you to examine your stomach on to make sure that the bruises you had weren't the sign of internal bleeding, and even if it did hurt when she pressed her hands against your stomach, you seemed to be good, butextremely tired. Way more than Billy.

But then, a rush, you heard someone say to hurry up because Seven was shot. You closed your eyes, and for the first time in a long moment, you slept without any real preoccupation.

~~~

“Look who's here, with us,” One teased while he saw you entering the room, “our best solution and our biggest problem!”

You spent the past week laying down on one of the couched they had in their meeting room, trying to recover mentally from what had happened to you. You were first kidnapped, then you discovered that your bestfriend wasn't dead and that you killed a bitch for – almost – nothing, then you learned that your own father supported children traffic, and your father himself made sure to punish you once you dared to step up against him when you helped the Ghosts and you had to pay for it the highest price, but apparently Billy suffered the most because of it. And finally, you landed there, with the Ghosts, without any promise for your future, without any true hope.

The only little thing that had kept giving you a little light, was Billy. He stayed with you as much as he could – while he wasn't by Seven's side, Seven who got shot badly but recovered pretty quickly - talking to you, apologizing for what you dragged you into, again. But you didn't regret what had happened, you even enjoyed knowing that you contributed to something “good”. Something that wasn't your first thought, because what once was on your mind was murder, fun and money. But your little adventure taught you something about yourself, that even when somebody was rotten to the very core, they had feelings and weaknesses. Yours were children, your father's you and Billy's you too. But your father was gone now. Along with a lot of his personal guards, the ones knowing about the basement situation – because you could swear that he wasn't able to tell everybody that you betrayed him, ha had to come up with some excuse for your sudden disappearance, and the Ghosts found out that you just ran out, and probably died somewhere, which was pretty much convenient.

And now, you stood among them all, as they spoke about the rest of their plan. You couldn't believe how much had changed in so little time.

“I never wanted to be part of this,” you retorted before standing next to Billy.

“But turns out you're one of us now,” One said with a forced expression as you blinked looking at Billy first. “We've discussed about this, and we can't just let you go into the wild while knowing about us...”

“And because somebody will probably try to kill her,” Billy insisted while looking insistingly at One.

“Yeah, yeah,” One brushed him off, “so, basically we decided you should be part of our team.”

“You're joking,” you blurted, hardly believing what you had heard. The man who called you a 'good girl' once, while you were tied up sitting on a metallic chair said that you were now part of his squad? Impossible.

“Do I look like the Joker,” he asked you while pointing his serious face. You were tempted to say yes.

“Yes you do,” Two said and One just groaned but before he could say anything she continued. “We fucked up your life badly, so the least we can do is to give you another life.”

“Poetic, but not what I was going for,” One remarked. “I was about to say that she had value, and that probably she knew way more than we do about our next target but go on, Two, the floor's yours!”

“I'm in,” you finally said, and Billy looked at you with a little smile, “I don't have any other choice, and I probably can help you with many things, it's good to be bad but maybe it'sbetter to serve a better cause.”

“As an ex hitman, I can confirm that it's way better this way,” Three said with a grin as Two rolled her eyes.

“Welcome to the Ghost's family,” Billy whispered as everybody began to talk again about you entering the squad. You could only smile.

~~~

Between missions, you loved to sit in the trailer they had given to you. Your own little place, where you could swear, curse and cry. But mostly, a place where you had to learn to live again. But you weren't alone, Billy was by your side now. And how happy it made you feel, and how relieved you were about all of this. You had your bestfriend back. This was what mattered the most. Even if the price of what you were living was high – as your own father's death that you still couldn't grieve, you couldn't grasp enough courage to grieve him properly without letting your inner rage explode – you were happier than before. Your hunger for blood had stopped, and Three was there to help you as you began to live like somebody normal.

But Billy was your best ally in this game. You could count on him as you never had the opportunity to. During the first nights, he stayed with you, as you held your tears back because everything was too much for you, because it finally had hit you: you were alone again. But he caressed your forehead, kissed it, and reminded you that you would never be alone again. Not on his watch. And often, you would fall asleep between his arms. Feeling safe. And probably loved.

“Y/N,” he whispered during one night, as you had your face against his chest, resting. You only hummed in response. “You don't hate me for what's happening to you?”

“Billy,” you groaned as you pulled away a little from him, “I don't, I promise. I'm thankful I had the chance to find you and to feel freer than be...”

“But you had a stable life,” he cut you mid-sentence, and you could feel his anxiety grow as he spoke. “You had everything you ever wanted and could wish for, and with the Ghosts we destroyed it all because of our stupid plan, a plan to save the world... By crushing yours...”

“Billy,” you whispered as you put your hand on his cheek, rubbing it with your fingertips now. “I'm not regretting anything, and I don't hate you Billy. I will never hate you, I promise. I love you too much to hate you,” the words naturally flowed out your mouth and you hoped that he wouldn't catch it.

“I love you too, y/n, that was why I couldn't bear see you suffering when I died or not so long ago hen they wanted to have information from me,” he said, his eyes glistening in the dark. You felt yourself attracted towards him, your moth making its way towards him before you kissed him, delicately. You never knew how much you wanted this moment until it happened. His lips were soft, and he pulled you closer against him.

“I think the lucky bastard was right,” you whispered as you thought about the man who had mocked you when you spoke with Billy during your captivity, “I do have an undying love for you, Billy”

“And so do I, y/n.”

[pomegranate-belle]

Fic or Treat: how about smth based on your post the other day where Foggy doesn't realize he's in love with Matt 'objectively 11/10, anything less is heresy' Murdock? 😂 (it's been DAYS & i'm still thinking abt it so here we are LOL)

So this is somehow simultaneously set before Defenders and after DDS3 idk man, whatever.

Props to @kat8porgs and @thosemintcookies and @letsgetthisblog for helping me come up with some Dudes Hotter Than Matt Murdock, lol

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Matt Murdock is pretty much the hottest guy on the planet. It’s an objective fact. There’s a lot of times Foggy despairs of this, but he’s never once questioned it; his best friend is a solid 10/10. Probably 11/10 when he does that one really sappy smile that only makes an appearance when he’s completely at ease or super drunk.

Misty Knight does not seem to agree, based on the unimpressed look on her face.

And look, there’s no accounting for taste, but Matt’s on another level. His appeal is undeniably universal. Like, as much as people have teased Foggy about fawning over Matt, it’s not gay or anything. Really. He’s just secure enough in his masculinity to be able to recognize how unfairly smokin’ hot his bff is. It’s a purely platonic observation, and the proof is that everyone else thinks Matt’s hot too.

“He’s not hot,” Misty says flatly, pushing Foggy’s phone back to the center of the cafe table.

It’s got one of Foggy’s best pictures of Matt on it — sitting at his desk in their office, hands scanning over some document or other and a look of intense concentration on his face. The lighting’s just right to show the red in his glasses and highlight his jaw.

“Are you high?” Foggy demands, jabbing a finger at the screen. “Just look at him! He’s beautiful!”

Misty snorts, then puts up her hands when Foggy glares at her.

“Look,” she begins, very obviously and condescendingly humoring him, “I’m not saying he’s ugly or anything, but when you say ‘ungodly man-beauty’ I expect to see some, y’know, ungodly man beauty. This? This is a generic-looking white boy.”

She’s lost it. That’s the only explanation. There’s nothing generic about Matt. Foggy tells her so, and her eyes sharpen a little with interest, though her mouth stays firmly in that ‘oh you poor fool’ smirk. In truth, maybe challenging a headstrong detective isn’t the smartest move; Misty is very perceptive. Not that Foggy has anything to hide. Because he doesn’t. And even if he did, he’s not necessarily known for making smart, rational decisions. Case in point: knocking out mobsters with a baseball bat, associating with someone reckless enough to earn the moniker Daredevil, and dating Marci Stahl not just once but twice.

Misty spins the phone back around and takes a second look, but there’s no dawning realization in her eyes. She shakes her head.

“And you couldn’t have gotten a picture sometime after he remembered how to use a razor?” she asks.

Foggy, of course, is offended on behalf of Matt’s pleasantly stubbly jaw. Matt looks good all the time, but he looks a lot less baby-faced with a little bit of facial hair — Foggy’s not sure whether a full-on beard would work well for Matt, but the stubble looks just right.

“The scruffiness is part of his charm!” he insists.

“He looks like a sad hobo in a business suit,” comes Misty’s totally ruthless reply.

Foggy has to gather his phone to his chest to protect Matt’s picture from such hurtful words.

“Sad hobo? We’re not talking about Rand again, are we? Because I got an earful from Hogarth the last time I suggested someone that rich should get better-fitted suits,” a familiar voice cuts in.

“Marci!” Foggy perks up — at last, a voice of cold, neutral sanity! “You’re finally here!”

Marci rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling with one eyebrow quirked and her arms subtly open — her usual ‘give me a hug’ posture.

“You didn’t think I’d miss a girls’ day out, did you?”

There’s a sudden, unexpected rush of relief and joy through Foggy’s veins as he thinks about their rekindled friendship. No matter how rough their first breakup was or how awkward their second, he’d missed her a lot in the years they weren’t speaking. He slips his phone into his pocket, then folds Marci into a hug.

“It’s good to see you too, Foggy Bear. I hear it’s been a busy month for you. Getting into heated disagreements with law enforcement again?”

As if he does it all the time! Really, it’s just bickering with Brett. And the people on the vigilante task forces. And those guys who’d been hassling Luke. And... Ok, maybe she has a point. Foggy clears his throat.

“Listen, that’s not important. I need you to tell Misty that she’s crazy. She says Matt’s not objectively attractive. But you saw, he had tons of dates in college, obviously all the girls thought he was hot.”

Marci gives Foggy a pitying smile that begins to erode his confidence with stomach-twisting effectiveness.

“Sweetie, the reason Murdock got so many dates was because he was confident but not a sexist jackhole.” She smirks. “Well. And because he was a big slut and everybody knew it. It’s not like there weren’t hotter guys on campus.”

“Name one,” Foggy orders, putting his hands on his hips like his Ma used to whenever he and Theo broke a window with their baseball.

Marci is a known bitch so she begins listing people off on her fingers.

“That guy Wyatt that Jen Walters started dating after you two broke up. The exchange student from Wakanda that quit second year. Eddie Brock on a good day. Sam Wilson every day. Cranston that one time in 2L when he was definitely trying to score with you. Shall I go on?”

“Tried to—” Foggy’s head is spinning, and he loses whatever argument he’d been cooking up about Matt’s hotness relative to these other guys. “Larry Cranston was a straight up dick, he never tried to score with me!”

“He definitely tried to score with you,” insists Marci. “At that post-midterm party first semester. But he’d already insulted Murdock by that point so you’d erased him from your dating pool and didn’t notice.”

“Well— then good riddance,” Foggy decides.

He continues to argue with Marci and Misty both until Karen arrives. Her face tells Foggy she’s somewhere between concerned and amused, but not enough to stop over before she’s got her drink in hand.

“The last time I saw you this fired up you were taking DA Tower to task,” she greets him. “What’s going on?”

“These two—” Foggy gestures at Marci and Misty— “have clearly lost it.”

“You’re the odd one out here,” says Misty.

But if he can get Karen to join his side, he won’t be — it’ll be fifty-fifty again.

“Look, unlike everyone else in this room she actually dated Matt, she’s got to agree with me. He’s objectively super hot, right, Karen?”

Karen blinks. Then she glances out the window and takes a long, awkward slurp of her coffee. Foggy throws his hands in the air. His perception of the world is literally crumbling around him. Or else everyone else has gone nuts.

“Karen, come on!” Foggy all but pleads. “You dated him!”

“Because he was really sweet to me! It’s not like someone has to be Adonis for me to date them, Foggy, I’m not that shallow! I mean, I like how he looks well enough, but he’s not as hot as, I don’t know, Idris Elba or Jason Momoa or somebody.”

She seems unbothered by the assertion. But, the thing is... Well, movie stars are all well and good, Foggy supposes, but they don’t have Matt’s... Matt-ness. That perfect, undefinable, essence-of-Matt thing that accentuates his natural beauty. Foggy doesn’t know how even Karen could have missed it, but Foggy’s got evidence on his side. He thumbs through the photos on his phone again, stopping on one from a couple months ago.

It’s of Matt, obviously. A closer shot, facing him head on. His hair is ruffled, his glasses are off, and there are small, happy little crinkles at the corner of his eyes. His smile is earnest and stunning. There’s a single fading bruise on his jaw. It’s Foggy’s absolute favorite picture of Matt, incontrovertible proof that Matt’s happiness isn’t trapped in rosy memories of the past. Proof that Daredevil is still Matt, still Foggy’s Matt, that the solid core of their friendship was never a lie.

Foggy wasn’t gonna use this — his final resort — because it’s... It’s private, and close to his heart. Matt keeps these smiles hidden, doesn’t show them to just anybody or for just any reason. It makes Foggy feel like he should guard them too. But the others just don’t get it, and Foggy’s determined to make them understand. Squaring his shoulders, he shoves his phone at Misty.

“There!” he snaps. “Ok? Just— just look at that smile and tell me he’s only average!”

Misty accepts the phone and studies the picture on it for a long, long time.

“I’ll give you the smile,” she admits at last, handing it back. “It is a nice one. But it still only bumps him up to 7/10.”

Foggy’s jaw drops.

“That’s ridiculous!”

“It isn’t though, Foggy Bear,” sighs Marci, raking her manicured nails through her hair. “It’s totally reasonable, you just can’t make an objective judgment because you’re literally in love with him.”

Foggy laughs, but it sounds strained and hysterical even to his own ears.

“Of course I’m not in love with him.”

Karen reaches out and squeezes his shoulder with a look on her face that makes Foggy want to scream.

“Foggy...”

“I’m not!”

Because he’s not. He isn’t, he can’t be. He can’t be in love with Matt, because that would suck. Not loving Matt, any idiot would be lucky to do that, but... Matt has a Type. And regardless of what Marci and Misty and Karen say about Matt’s own attractiveness, it’s at least true that the people Matt goes for are always super beautiful women. That being the criteria, Foggy’s a perfect zero out of a hundred. Being in love with Matt would be an exercise in futility, and more than a little pathetic.

“I’m not, I...” Foggy tries again, staring down at the picture of Matt smiling. “I...” His heart squeezes in his chest. “Oh, god, I’m in love with him.”

When Foggy manages to look up, the others are watching him with concern. That seems appropriate, because he himself is also very concerned, beneath the numbness of his shock.

“Oh, Foggy Bear...” Marci sighs. “I’m sorry. I thought you just didn’t want to admit it out loud. I never realized you didn’t actually know.”

Foggy takes a shaky breath, squeezes his eyes shut until he’s sure he’s not gonna start crying.

“This sucks,” he says, trying to make light of it and failing epically when his voice breaks.

Even though she looks the most uncomfortable, Misty is the first to speak.

“Isn’t it better to know?”

“Not even a little,” Foggy says miserably. “Because he won’t— he wouldn’t want...”

“You don’t know that, Foggy,” Karen tells him.

But he does know that. Matt has a Type, and Foggy isn’t it. He shakes his head.

“What... What am I supposed to do now...?”

“Now,” Karen says firmly, grabbing one of his hands and lacing their fingers together, “we go have our girls’ day out.”

It’s Marci’s turn to choose, so Foggy expects to spend the afternoon day-drinking away his feelings. Instead, he ends up at an animal shelter.

Marci does not like dogs, but she’s very partial to kittens, and doesn’t even seem to mind all the fur getting on her designer clothes. Meanwhile, Karen spends her time making goofy cooing noises to a particularly happy pit bull, and Misty plays fetch with an excitable golden retriever.

“It’s just like Danny,” she jokes, startling a laugh out of Foggy for the first time since his unfortunate realization.

For his own part, Foggy plays a little with as many of the animals as he can, but he’s especially fond of an orange tabby that likes to pounce off of high places. Because of course that’s the one that catches his eye, right? Foggy is, he’s beginning to realize, completely hopeless.

Truthfully, though, hanging out with Misty, Karen, Marci, and the animals does manage to do a good job of keeping his mind off the whole Matt Thing entirely — right up until they drop him off at his apartment. Afterwards, well, there’s nothing to distract him. Foggy spends the evening moping, and maybe eats too much ice cream before curling up under the covers and taking an early night.

—

He wakes at what the red numbers on his alarm clock assure him is 3:17am. There’s a rapid, ceaseless knocking on his window. Foggy takes a good five seconds to groan into his pillow and then forces himself to get up.

However, he’s barely climbed out of his bed before he’s tackled back into it. A very familiar idiot in a black mask is pinning him to the sheets, gloved hands on his shoulders, knees bracketing his hips.

“Foggy, Foggy—”

“Matt what the fuck?” Foggy wheezes, because— really, what the fuck?

Matt rips off his mask and throws it somewhere. He’s grinning like an idiot, and even in the low light Foggy can tell that the look in his eyes is tender but exhilarated.

“You’re in love with me?” Matt asks, breathless and giddy.

The combination of those words with that unexpected tone means Foggy has to give his brain a few seconds to reboot before he can reply.

“I. I’m. Yes?”

Matt’s smile becomes somehow more dazzling.

“Good,” he says, like a big dork, and tugs Foggy up into a kiss.

It’s a good kiss. Like, a really good kiss. So good that maybe it takes Foggy a few minutes of really good kissing and one pinch to his own arm to be sure it’s not a dream.

Eventually, probably because it’s literally 3:30 in the freaking morning, Matt flops himself down on Foggy’s chest and his ardor cools into sleepy, catlike nuzzling.

“I love you too,” he offers at last, about fifteen minutes after he really ought to have, still pressing tiny kisses to Foggy’s throat.

Foggy can only laugh and gather him closer, disbelief and joy fizzing in his chest like soda.

“Yeah. I kind of figured.”

—

It’s 8:42 the next morning when Foggy thinks to ask what exactly tipped Matt off about his feelings. Matt’s posture gets cagey and sheepish.

“What?” Foggy asks. “Is it really that bad?”

“Well...”

Matt pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and holds it out for Foggy to take. After some silent prompting, Foggy accepts it and navigates to voicemail amidst the narration of the phone’s screen reader. There’s one message. Cautiously, Foggy clicks play.

“Hey!” Marci’s voice says loudly. “Hey! Answer your phone Murdock, I know you don’t sleep! Fucker.”

She’s pretty clearly drunk. The voicemail only gets more angry and incoherent from there; Foggy’s pretty sure she calls Matt ‘Wal-Mart brand white bread’ at one point, which... Ouch. But she also says a lot of sappy stuff about Foggy deserving the world. And then it returns to the insults when she says that if Matt wasn’t ‘too busy cultivating a greasy Castaway beard’ he would have admitted his ‘stupid, stu— smoof— smooch— schmoopy, that’s the one, schmoopy’ feelings by now because Foggy loves him too and they’re both big idiots making themselves sad for no reason.

“Ah,” Foggy murmurs when the message finally, finally ends. “Well. That’s... Something.”

Matt nods, chokes out a laugh.

“Pretty much,” he agrees.

“Um. I... I’m really sorry about her.”

“No. I, um... I’m glad. You know. That she called,” Matt tells him, and wow that earnest face is too intense for Foggy’s poor weak heart. “I.” Matt straightens his shoulders, takes a deep breath. “I love you.”

“Yeah,” Foggy says wonderingly. “You do, don’t you?”

He can see it now, on Matt’s face — and he suddenly realizes it’s been there a long time, that part of Matt’s indescribable beauty, his Matt-ness, is... Being-in-love-with-Foggy-ness. That Foggy makes Matt as happy as Matt makes him.

“Foggy,” Matt whines, mouth curling down into a slight pout.

“What?” And then it hits him. “Oh! Right. Yeah. I love you too, Matty.”

And like magic, like the flash of sunlight reflecting off glass, it’s back again — Matt’s perfect smile.