#it's that one gif with those kids kicking the sign post all over again

[jokeringcutio]

Could u please do reader x joker 2019?

Reader protects Arthur (before he turned into joker) from when his sign was taken and she beat the kids up and he won’t ever forget that moment. But now,Arthur turned into the joker, he returns the favour by saving her from bad guys?

And when he saves her, he walks elegantly towards her 😫✨ and says “I missed you, doll” 🫣🫣🫣😭✨

Title: Savior Fandom: Joker 2019 Pairing: Arthur Fleck (Joker)  x Reader Rating: Mature for safety. Warnings: Violence, (attempted) sexual assault, Crude Language, Clown beating, Blood, Murder. AN: I wrote two versions of this. A sweeter tale, after which I realized the prompt specifically said that the Reader beats those bad boys up – so I rewrote it. Now I really struggled with how the Joker saved the Reader in this. I’ve written several different scenarios, but none of them felt right. In the end, I decided to base it on personal experience and went along with something that happened to me and frightened me a lot while I was in university. And that was passing this certain school and the young men that tried to sometimes sexually assault you there. It never went as far as in this fic, though, thank the lucky stars. But I had to push the situation a bit more to get a more satisfying end to their lives >D

Be warned, the boys in the second part try to attempt to rape the reader (I won’t go as far as clothes being torn off etc, but they do try to drag her into an alley and scold her).

So if any of this triggers you, please, do not read and hold out for the sweeter fill of this prompt that I will be posting later on <3

~ Savior Fill : I Can Handle Myself ~

The boys ran past you with such haste, it was as if a train passed you. You followed them with your eyes, frowning, and inwardly cursed how rude they had been to nearly trample you on their way past you. But you didn’t have long to think angry thoughts, because a man rushed by, clearly in pursuit. A clown, you thought, eyes now wide. A clown with a green wig cap adorned with curly fake hair and ridiculously big shoes. It must make his steps that much harder. How did he manage to keep up, you wondered.

“Hey, stop them!” the clown shouted. But the boys were shouting back profanities and crossed the road. The clown was nearly hit twice by a car as he followed. One glance around you told you that no one had bothered to run after them. Though some people stood and watched, most seemed to ignore the weird scene. You didn’t hesitate a single moment, though, and ran.

It had been hard to cross the road, but once you were on the other side, you came to a halt and your eyes darted from side to side. Where had they gone to? Then you spotted the clown as his feet slipped from the pavement and he caught himself with his hands. He’d nearly fallen but scrambled up to his feet again before he dashed into one of the alleys. He disappeared out of sight, but you had memorized the spot and made your way over to it as swiftly as you could.

At the entrance of the alleyway, you stood still to observe something you had hoped you would never see. Five teenagers stood huddled around the clown. His bright yellow sign lay scattered upon the floor, broken as if smashed against something. The man was quiet but conscious. You could see how he tried to shield his body from the incoming blows. And your mind went haywire.

You didn’t even register how you moved in on the boys, you suddenly just stood behind them. One high kick was enough to hit the first one on his shoulder. The tall teenager turned around, clearly confused, but you gave him little time to retaliate. Instead, he met your fist eye-first, and stumbled backward, nearly tripping over the clown’s shivering frame.

At this point, the others boys had noticed your presence and they stopped their assault on the man. Instead, they turned to you. Eyes all dark and glowering, teeth shown. Like rabid dogs, you thought. But there was no time for thinking now.

You held your arms up in front of your face, hands curled into fists. A little hop to your step as you sprung side to side like you’d seen boxers do on the television.

“How about it, boys?” you whispered. You had wanted to sound cool, but something in your voice broke. It didn’t come out sad though, just a little husky. The boy whom you had dubbed their leader because he was taller and seemed to be the one to take initiative took a step closer to you. His eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Leave the clown alone,” you demanded, then ducked when the anticipated attack struck you right after. The boy’s knee was up to hit your chest, but you had seen it coming and darted out of its way. A fist was launched at your face, but either by sheer luck or good reactional skills, you managed to block it with your arms.

The move seemed to surprise the boy as much as it did you, because he took a second to recover before he tried to hit you again.

The others boys now joined in, the clown forgotten behind them. They inched closer to you with fists raised until a second boy launched himself at you, and all of a sudden, hands and legs were swung in your direction like a flurry.

You didn’t manage to dodge all of the blows, but you made a lucky move when you crouched down to avoid them, then kicked out your leg. Your foot hit an ankle, and one of the boys fell, taking the boy next to him with him by accident. With two down, you sprung up again and hurdled yourself at one of the remaining three. It was one of the smaller ones, an easier target. You tackled him to the floor in a tight hug, then let go of him the moment he lay down. Seated on top of him, you smashed your fist against his cheek, a blow that pushed his head into the dirt and the crumbling asphalt below. Then you moved off of him.

Just in time, it seemed. The two boys who still stood rushed forward to you. In a fit of panic, you reached next to you. The road was littered with garbage that had been torn from the many uncollected garbage bags, and your hand closed around something sharp. What the hell was it?

It didn’t matter. This was your life you were concerned about. With eyes closed, you flung the sharp object away from you, only to hear a gasp come from the boys. Had you hit one of them?

But when you opened your eyes, you saw they were unharmed. But they were gasping at something, eyes raised to the sky. You looked up to see your shot had cut one of the electricity cables that hung above the alley. The cable dangled dangerously above your heads, a crackling sound and sparks erupted from the cut end.

“Come on,” one of the boys then shouted, “Let’s go, let’s go!” The boy still on the ground jumped up to his feet. Blood seeped from a gash on his cheek. He threw you an accusing glare, but made no comment, before he turned away from you and the dangling electricity cable, then ran off.

The other boys followed until you were left alone in the alley. Alone apart from the shivering clown.

You ignored the cable above your head, as you did the shouts of someone in one of the apartments who was cursing that their television had stopped working. Hurriedly, you crawled over to the hunched form of the man, and then slowly bent over him. He kept his hands between his legs. Must have taken a few hard kicks to the balls, you thought. You felt pity for him.

If only you could have chased them off earlier. If only you could have spared him this fate.

“Hey,” you carefully started, your hand on the man’s shoulder. He didn’t shrug your hand away, but he did flinch when you first touched him. But then, as he heard your voice, his eyes opened and he looked up at you. Your heart nearly stopped beating, because the eyes that locked with yours were the brightest green you had ever seen. So pretty. Accentuated by the clown’s makeup and his hair, certainly, but ever so beautiful.

You could have asked him then if he was okay, but that would have been a superfluous question. Of course he wasn’t. He was beaten up, and bruised, his sign shattered. There was nothing you could do to help his bruises, you knew that. But perhaps there was a chance to bring him comfort, to soften those mental wounds he must have received so they wouldn’t scar as badly.

“Let me help you,” you whispered, again. Your hand slid to the man’s white-painted cheek.

He smiled.

2.

You’d nearly forgotten the man you had once saved. The mysterious clown who hadn’t given you his name and hadn’t accepted any offers to help him. It had been as if he was scared of you. The way his shoulders raised when you spoke to him and how he avoided looking into your eyes. You had caught him looking at you though. Whenever you looked away his eyes would be upon you, and there’d be awe within them. As if he couldn’t believe that you were real.

But that was months ago.

When you met him again, you were on your way home. This particular street led you past a community college building, a place where young men often loitered about, hands in their pockets, leering at you when you passed by. You’d gotten used to the whistles and the comments. You thought it was normal until one of your fellow female students pointed out that they never called after her.

Passing this street didn’t always make you feel safe, so when you were particularly tired, you’d go the long way around to the train station. But today, you wanted to take the shortcut. A choice you instantly regretted.

“Oi, pretty girl,” one of the boys wearing a hoodie, hands in his pockets like they usually had, shouted the moment he saw you. He came heading your way, a weird lilt to his step. You instantly knew this wasn’t going to be okay. “Oi, come here,” he said.

Behind him, a friend of his emerged out of the shadows of the building. A crooked smile upon his face and an evil glint in his eyes. “I think you have a little time for us, don’t you?” the boy said.

Two more friends emerged and you quickly scanned the area. Somehow, you were all alone. No other students were behind you, just in front, but they had just rounded the corner and were long gone.

The streets seemed empty as it was already getting late. The setting sun shone over the street tiles, making them shimmer. With hands flexed, you made to turn around, but the first boy managed to corner you.

“Uh-uh, I don’t think so,” he said. You wrinkled your nose in disgust when you saw he had grabbed you by the arm. His grip was tight and unpleasant. You started to feel scared for being surrounded by these young men who clearly wanted a thing from you that you were unwilling to give them. “Here, baby, don’t be difficult. Now, you’re gonna be good to me and my friends?”

You flinched, certain of one thing. You were not going to make this easy for them.

With as much strength as you could muster, you pulled your arm back sharply. An attempt to bring your arm back to your belly, but the boy’s hand remained attached. It hadn’t worked.

With gritted teeth, you flung your knee up to aim at either his chest or his balls. You hoped to hit the latter. But once again the boy was too swift. He used your own arm to block the attack, which hurt darn much. You winced and bit back a cry at the pain you felt. Stupid, you thought. You probably had bruised your own arm.

Another attempt from you to twist out his hands, but the second boy gripped your shoulders from behind and forced your body still. You cursed, loudly. “Let go of me,” you said as loudly as you could. “Let go, or I’ll scream.”

This threat instantly triggered a third boy to cover your lips with his palm. “You try and fight back bitch, and we’ll fuck your cunt into a bloody mess.”

With eyes wide of shock, because how dare they scold and denigrate you like this? You noticed how the four of them started to drag you into the narrow alley next to the building. An alley, you knew, would mean the end of it. Because how many people passed this street? And how many of them would think to look in that alley on their way? Your chances to escape would be zero to none.

No, your mind screamed. No, this can’t be how it goes. This can’t happen to me.

You struggled with all your might, even if it were hardly possible to move within their arms. All it earned you was a hard whack against the head, and a kick against your shin. More bruises, you thought, panicking. You had to get out.

Just before they could pull you into the alley, you had the mind to bite the boy whose arm had circled around your shoulders and who covered your mouth in the hand. He cried out. Then suddenly his hands were gone, and he fell face-first next to you. His head inside the alley. His body was limp.

You looked at him confused. Had your bite done that? But then a second boy, this time to your other side, called out. A high-pitched yell of pain. Arms flailing, he fell down to the ground as well, leaving only the two boys behind your back.

Their hands let go of you, and finally you were able to turn around. There they stood, both boys with their backs turned to you. Their attention all upon a new man who had appeared behind them. A man in a red suit, stylish, if not for the many spots upon it. Had he spilled coffee, you wondered at first. But no, it would have been a lot of coffee. The spatters were too many and too far apart. Then what could it be?

The man stood face down, a cigarette held between his lips and fingers, the tip glowing. You could not see his face, but something about his posture seemed familiar. Like a distant memory was awoken upon the sight of him. You’d seen this man before, but where?

His other hand rested inside his pants pocket, lazily, elbow hooked. Nothing about him indicated what had just been done, so you didn’t notice it at first. Not until he blew a small cloud while the cigarette left his lips, and he finally looked up at you all. You saw the paleness of his face. Not natural, but made by makeup. Familiar, you thought again. But it couldn’t be him, could it? The blue triangles near his eyes. The green tangled hair.

This man was dressed as a clown, you realized. A clown you’d seen pictures of before on the television, and on the wanted posters all around the city. A villain recently sought after by Wayne and the authorities.

The Joker.

No wonder you had thought you recognized him. A man known to be ruthless. Cold needles spread all over your spine and you froze up with fear. You knew you had to go, to escape, to run fast and as far as you could before he ended your life like had the lives of so many others. His reasons were often left unknown. Not just Wayne’s men had been murdered, dozens more.

But then your eyes turned to the two boys on the floor and you realized the clown must have a gun. Red had started to spread, leaking from the chests of the boys down onto the street tiles below. Their clothes were stained with the red liquid that was now rapidly spreading.

They’d been shot.

Then the stains on the clown’s suit weren’t made by coffee at all. They were blood as well.

You looked up again in fear, eyes wide. But the Joker’s gaze was not upon you. It was fixed firmly upon the boys in front of you. His hand rested lazily in the pocket of his red pants. Probably where he is hiding the gun, you mused.

“I think you have something of mine there,” was all Joker needed to say for the boys in front of you to start stumbling backward. What was it? You wondered. What did they have? What had you found yourself entangled in? Their screams echoed throughout the alley as they turned on their heels to run. They made it past you, into the narrow street, but only made it in several paces before one by one, they were shot in the back. Cowardly, you thought, but they oh-so deserved it for what they had tried to do to you.

They fell forward, their bodies slumped. You didn’t know if they were instantly dead, or if their life was slowly slipping away from them. You didn’t care to watch. Instead, you turned your head back to the Clown Prince of Crime, a title given to him by the most ruthless and the most influential of all men in Gotham.

The Joker stood where he had been standing. The only change was his now raised arm, a smoking gun aimed at where the boys once had run. Your heart nearly stopped of fear, and you hardly dared to keep your eyes upon him. Surely, he would shoot you next. Whatever this was, whatever this had been, he would probably assume you were part of the group. Had they stolen something from him? Did he want it back enough to kill them for it? Why should he spare you?

With your eyes averted, nearly closed while you trembled in fear, you heard his steps upon the tiled street. His soles slipped upon the glistening tiles, still wet from the rain earlier today, before the sun had started to peek through the clouds.

You heard how he walked towards you, taking his time, a cigarette in his hand, still burning. Then he brought it to his lips and took a long drag before he exhaled slowly. Little clouds of white swirled up from his lips to disappear into the early summer sky while he tilted your head with one finger, forcing you to lock eyes with his own.

They were the purest green you had ever seen. It was within that instant that you recognized him as the clown whose life you had once saved. Eyes that had once been filled with terror and disbelief, but had been ever so green that they had drawn you in. Eyes that had once looked at you as if he could not believe you were real. The gaze in them was the same. That look that told you he had a hard time believing that you existed.

But why?

This man had once been hunched over, frightened for his life, trembling. But now it was you who was in his place. And something in his gaze softened. You saw the recognition in his eyes and thought he must have spotted yours.

His fingers upon your chin tightened. The way he studied you while he moved your face with his hand, tilting it from side to side as he took you in the sight of you, made something in his eyes change. His gaze became more intense, darker.

Then his head dipped forward and his lips were planted against yours. The taste of bitter smoke and something unique to him invaded your senses. It felt pleasant. Unexpected, but heartwarming. A butterfly rose in your chest and wanted to fly, hot flames licked the insides of your belly. And this man had done all that with just one kiss.

And then he withdrew, but his eyes remained focused upon your lips. As if he was hungry for more, a craving you shared with him. He seemed to be catching his breath, his chest moved rapidly up and down, while his fingers finally slid free from your face so he could place his hands on your hips. You placed your hands on his chest and looked up at him, lips parted in a silent sigh, a quiet invitation for him to kiss your lips again. The Clown Prince of Crime happened to be your very own clown.

“I missed you, doll,” he murmured, voice hoarse and low. He had no idea how much you had missed him. "I think you'd be a lot safer in my arms, don't you?" he hummed, and you didn't think to go against him.

The newspapers reported you missing the very next day.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Uh so, hi. I was wondering if you could do an Alex Karev x reader fic. After like the letters and all that. He doesn't expect to get one back maybe, but the reader is pregnant and wants him to know. He ends up coming back. o.o

Harsh Truth 2

Pairing: Alex Karev x Reader

Warnings: None

I had already done a fic based off of Alex writing letters to the reader when he left to go back to Izzie and their kids so I'll use this request to turn it into short series. As usual, thanks for requesting and I apologise for taking so long to post it x

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

MASTERLIST

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"Are you going to tell him?"

Gently easing yourself down on the sofa in the resident's lounge you released a sigh of releaf, glad to be off of your feet. Rubbing your protruding stomach you looked up at the man sitting next to you

"What he doesn't know wouldn't kill him Owen" scoffing he pushed himself up and gathered his stethescope and white coat, disbelief written on his face

"You're seven months pregnant with the man's child and you don't think that letting him know about her is a good idea. What if he changes his mind with Izzie and decides that it's you he needed all along?"

"What if I tell him and it still doesn't change anything Hunt, look, I get where you're coming from as a father but Owen, I can't put myself through that again."

With one last look at you he walked out the door, leaving you to rethink your decision. Truth be told, you had considered the many possibilities of you reaching out to Alex but each time you still couldn't bring yourself to do so.

Raising the top of your scrubs you smiled as you saw your daughter's tiny feet, your stomach fluttered as she continued to kick up a storm. Tracing the outline of her little toes you replayed the contents of the letter he sent you

I know that I'm a coward for not telling you all this sooner, I couldn't bare to do this face to face and I'm sorry, I'm so deeply sorry

I don't exactly expect you to forgive me so easily for walking out on us after everything but I hope that one day you will

I love you and goodbye, Alex

Your heart still ached whenever you thought about the man who went against everything your vows stood for. As much as you wanted to hate him you couldn't, especially after you two went through hell and back during the six years you were married, especially now since you were finally able to conceive a child after years of trying.

Owen's right, he deserves to know Y/N

Turning your head to the side you perked up at the sight of a note pad and pen waiting for you on the table. Pushing yourself to your feet you waddled over and took a seat and started writing everything that you wanted to say to Alex.

Dear Alex,

I'm sure you probably weren't expecting a response from me but there's a few things that I have to get off my chest.

First of all, congratulations on the twins, I know how badly you wanted to have a family of your own. I have no doubt in my mind that you're an excellent father to Alexis and Eli, they're lucky to have you in their lives.

Second, even after all this time Alex I still can't bring myself to forgive you for the way you walked out on our marriage. I only signed those papers because I saw no sense in forcing you to stay with me and be miserable all the days of your life. A part of me always knew that you still loved her but I pushed it aside when you reassured me that you didn't, boy was I stupid for falling for that.

Your eyes stung with the hot tears that flowed down your cheeks as you continued to put all your bottled up emotions into this letter silently wishing that he would feel all the pain he put you through when he does read it

I'm going off track, Alex as much as I would like to stay angry at you and strangle you I can't bring myself to do that because you've given me the best years of my life and I couldn't be more greatful to have had the pleasure of being your wife, despite our recent divorce.

A few weeks after our divorce was finalized I got sick, didn't think anything much about it until Dr Bailey forced me to get checked out after I collapsed in the pit, turns out I was twelve weeks pregnant.

That was three months ago and during those months I thought about writing this to you sooner but I didn't want to get between you and your new family so I kept it to myself, selfish, I know. Owen made sure to let me know that it was important that you know despite everything but I couldn't do it and I'm sorry.

Anyways, I don't expect anything from you I just finally decided to let you know about our daughter. If you want to or don't want to be in her life that's fine, I understand.

So thank you Alex Karev for all the memories and this little angel, much love

Y/N

Putting the pen down you wiped away the tears that never seemed to end. Reaching into the pocket of your white coat you fished out the copy of the sonogram of your daughter and placed it together with the letter. He'd want to see her, you thought as you addressed the letter to his current address

Hopefully he receives the letter and reads it

The door swung open and Owen immediately noticed the notepad and came to comfort you as you continued to cry. He silently rubbed your back as you cried into him

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It's been three weeks since you mailed the letter to Alex but you haven't received anything back from yet which hurt even though you gave him an out in being present in her life. You at least thought that he'd care to reach out and say something

"Guys you all didn't have to come over you know, I could've done this all by myself" you stood in the doorway looking at your friends as they were assembling the furniture for the nursery

"We know but you don't have to do this alone Y/N, you have us" Amelia said looking up from the instruction manual in her hands

Maggie draped her arm over your shoulders and gave you a comforting squeeze as the group returned to their tasks. You couldn't have been happier to call these people your family

The front door opened and Meredith's voice echoed throughout your home, calling out for you in the livingroom. Excusing yourself from the room you waddled down the stairs to see what was so important that the blonde headed woman needed

"Mer?" rounding the corner you froze in your spot as your eyes locked with the brown eyes that you fell in love with

Alex

"Hey"

[phoenixyfriend]

Thoughts on “Auntie Soka and Little Leia” now that I’ve actually got it posted:

Call it a director’s cut! The process of actually writing the thing, and also jokes made along the way. Link to the actual fic.

Unfortunately, I don’t have the energy for image descriptions, even the text screenshots. Might come back that later. Most of this was DMs with @atagotiak​.

This was an entire thing before I even started writing:

Before I decided on ages and stuff Ahsoka, to Jango, who has had zero contact with Kaminoans: Okay I know I'm a Jedi kid so you hate me but this toddler is your clone from the future. Jango, tired: What the FUCK are you talking about. Rex, barely able to talk: Don't you dare leave me with him, Commander! Ahsoka: I'm not going to leave you I just--I'm so tired I'm so fucking tired I haven't slept in five days and someone tried to kidnap Leia two days ago I am so fucking tired I need help

Ben: [twenty years of depression followed by a 'now I'm safe' breakdown over the course of weeks] Sokari: [whatever the FUCK this mess is]

When Ahsoka mentions there only being three other Jedi at the time of her death,  I was thinking Kanan, Yoda, and Obi-Wan (Leia told her about the latter two living past her). She's not counting anyone that received training after the Temple fell, and she didn’t know about Cal.

When Leia says  “I was adopted and raised by one of the founders of the rebellion, a movement built on the desire to instate freedom and democracy in a galaxy that had lost even the pretense.”

Depa: I'm no therapist but I diagnose you with "incredibly fucked up." Ahsoka: yeah, that’s fair

"Why did you pick Depa for--" She's pretty and I'm gay. Also because of the Kanan thing But mostly I'm gay "It's not a visual medi--" GAY

Empty of context beyond general post-fic AU: "Hey Sokari, we need to engage in psychological warfare against this individual and--" "I'm going to break into his office and leave a threatening note on his desk and leave no other sign that I was there. He'll see that his security is nothing and the only reason he isn't dead is because I'm too nice to kill him." "...okay, not what we were planning, but that works. Why is that your first choice?" "I really like breaking and entering, it's soothing." Ben just standing there with a bland smile like This Is Normal.

"We need someone to infiltrate a highly guarded facility in hostile territory." "So we're sending the Torrent kids?" [sigh] "We're sending the Torrent kids."

Rex and Sokari insist on both going by "Torrent" even though Rex could be a Fett. Jango really wants him to be a Fett. Rex has too many grudges to agree to being a Fett for... a while.

I really hope it's blatantly obvious that Ahsoka's not a reliable narrator for some things Ahsoka: Fett could care less if I died Jango: jfc even if you are older than me I can see you're fucked up. Drink your hot chocolate. Hells. She's got good reason to expect him to hate her as a Jedi! BUT. THAT IS NOT REFLECTIVE OF REALITY

We don’t get a lot of actual characterization for Jango, but the way I played him out here is he has never really parsed that Jedi are people before all this. It's a lot harder to treat them as a monolith when the traumatized former child soldier is having regular breakdowns in your shitty little kitchen

Fett: I respect you Ahsoka: No, don't do that

Ahsoka’s vigilantism is something that, in my mind, she's associating heavily with Zygerria and then the clones.

I figured that she never bothered to learn Quinlan’s teacher’s name but in the process of looking up some basic facts (whether he had a surname), I found that Wookiepedia was forced to give us a VERY wide range of possible death in Legends.

Please take a moment to imagine Quinlan's FACE when Ahsoka initially dismisses him. Quinlan has put a lot of effort into being rogueishly charming! It's very useful for his line of work! He knows to expect either irritation or a return flirtation when he acts like this with people his own age! Ahsoka is not flustered OR rolling her eyes and insulting him, she's just ignoring him and it's a bit of a blow to the ego

This just makes me really happy:

This was the initial comment I made, as a joke What if Maul is just. There. On one of the planets they make a pitstop at. What if Maul exists as the walking problem he is, but fifteen, and Ahsoka immediately tries to kick his ass and drag him back to Coruscant. I do not have room for this plot but What If

Despite not having room for this plot, I proceeded to write this plot.

Maul is kidnapped and it’s the best thing that ever happened to him HE'S FIFTEEN HE'S DUMB AS SHIT AND HAS A BAD ATTITUDE AND YEAH HE'S A DARKSIDER BUT HE'S FIFTEEN

Ahsoka: I sense... Maul [takes off sprinting] Rex: [immediately takes Jango's blaster and runs after her] Jango: Wait who Tholme: Who Quinlan: Who Jango: [looks at Leia] Leia: I don't know who that is either! Ahsoka, already wrestling a teenager to the ground: Oh no, you're a child, REX STUN HIM AND GRAB THE CUFFS, I'M SURE FETT OR THOLME HAS SOME

Fighting him isn't even legal, they have NO evidence of criminal wrongdoing, so first she needs to yell until he admits to something she can fight him about

Ahsoka: When I see Maul, it's on SIGHT Maul: WHO ARE YOU

Ahsoka: The Force didn't give me hands just to NOT throw them when I run into That Crafty Son Of A Bitch

Ben, when they arrive, after the tearful reunion: You... you brought Maul. Ahsoka: Well, yeah, he's fifteen and kinda dumb. I figured we could drag him here and force him into therapy, see what happens. Ben: I can't quite tell through the gag, but I think he's threatening to feed you your own spleen. Ahsoka: Lol, yeah.

Ben is absolutely on team "get Maul therapy" and will fight the Council on rehabilitating the baby Sith But also it's like. Here's your daughter! And your niece! And your daughter's QPP! Also your best friend, but baby, and his teacher, and the biological origin of a number of people you cared for deeply! AND ALSO THE GUY WHO SPENT LITERAL DECADES CRAVING YOUR DEATH, FOR SOME REASON

I just really want Ahsoka lovingly bullying Maul She gives him noogies and the horns don't protect him because girl has reinforced gloves

Maul's only allowed a low-power training saber and his fights with Sokari involve Much Taunting by her and Eventual Screaming by him, and everyone pops by to see: 1. Sokari doing the most absurd flips, for fun. 2. The bullshit that is ataru-shien reverse-grip jar'kai in the hands of someone who makes it work 3. What a Sith lightsaber form looks like 4. Just the general nonsense that is the way these two fight

Tia said “Wrt ridiculous flips. I'm remembering that time she beheaded four Kryst'ad at once.” and I just Rex brings up the quadruple beheading at one point to get someone to stop asking questions and the awkward, horrified silence almost makes him regret it. And then Sokari just snorts and makes a joke about how Rex once speared a slaver point-blank and everyone's just like hello??? "are you two okay" "no"

Maul absolutely starts crushing on Sokari after a 'sword under chin' moment and she's just very "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you're fifteen, bye" GO MAKE PUPPY EYES AT OBI-WAN OR SOMETHING

The crushes are the worst part of everything, really, she's an attractive young woman that can kick a lot of ass, and a lot of people are into that! Unfortunately, most of those people are a decade younger than she is, mentally, because all the people her actual age look at her and see a child on account of the 17yo body.

It’s almost a good thing she’s in no place mentally for a relationship.

I just want Ahsoka to wear beskar.... I think that would be Nice........

This AU is also what caused this post.

I'm deeply enamored by the idea that Ahsoka can win fights against "older" padawans pretty much unilaterally, even when they team up 2v1 And then she offers to fight 5v1 "But only if I have permission to fight dirty." Ben approves it, a horror show full of "I fought many wars and will scream in your face or kick you in the balls if that's what it takes" follows She wins. There are no permanent injuries, but her reputation certainly gets weirder. Nobody under the rank of Knight agrees to let her fight dirty again. She just lets that stand because, well, she's not actually a padawan, she's thirty-three.

I’m not going to write this but my brain was EVIL and suggested it:

IT WOULD BE REALLY SAD IDK maybe 9yo Anakin has nightmares about what's happening to baby Ahsoka because bullshit about time-traveling force bonds IDK ANYWAY he cries to Sokari about the nightmares and she's like "oh shit" and it's time to go rescue herself from motherfucker unlimited

It's either that or she's like, expecting to welcome mini-me aaaany day now, for like, several months, before she realizes Something Went Wrong. Anakin’s dreams could even start right as she’s starting to realize something’s off.

Obi-Wan has never had a padawan that doesn't at some point bite Even Luke will, when pushed

OH also once the twins get Baby's First Lightsaber (training sabers, not real kyber), Sokari begs to borrow them for a dumb joke and tells Rex to get on her shoulders for a "Grievous Greeting" and they do The Thing

Jango and Ahsoka wrt Quinlan is just “Do I need to beat him up for you” “You realize I’ve beaten up sith lords before?”

JANGO'S TRYING He's just. "Can we be friends? Can I--can I be the guy that just noticeably gets in the way of a creep on the subway so you can be more comfortable without someone making a scene? I'm fucking trying here, give me a hint."

We didn’t actually figure out Jango’s age until this point. The only reason Fett's age matters is for Quinlan making a Wild Oats quip after Jango says he didn't know about Rex until a few weeks ago, and Fett going "How old do you think I am? And how old do you think the kid is?" and Quinlan getting Very Awkward as he does the math. Rex overhears and lets Quinlan sweat for a bit before saying "I'm a genetically-modified clone someone grew in a tube, he didn't know or have reason to know until he saw me with Sokari." Which is like. Eight additional layers of WTF, obviously, but at least Jango gets to avoid awkward wild oats jokes

Like, you’d expect the rebuttal to be ‘he’s my brother just with a biiig age gap’ or ‘he’s my nephew’

I find it very unfortunate for Quinlan that I've decided his defining characteristic in this context is going to be repeatedly putting his foot in his mouth

He’s trying so hard but "That sounds like a cool thing, maybe I'll ask ab--and it's another fucking trauma."

I'm doing Ahsoka&Jango t w i c e (there’s another fic where I’m doing it)

It’s just a fun dynamic! So much resentful respect.

Like she's twenty seconds away from calling him a bitch at any given time and he's just there like "I don't like you but I do see you move like you're about to tell an entire building to get on their knees with their hands in the air and I can respect that" Also she's probably much less judgmental about using blasters than Obi-Wan is The Maul subplot actually started with me daydreaming about Ahsoka grabbing a blaster for Reasons

I like the idea of Jango just deciding the most Useful thing he can do is help teach the Smol how to fight. He's AWKWARD around Rex and Soka because he doesn't know if there's anything he CAN teach them.

I didn’t actually plan for Tholme to figure out the age thing, he just SAID it and I had to sit there like Wait.

Ahsoka, Rex & Leia: ahhh, children Tholme: you say that like you aren’t children

I liked getting to write Rex's little "I have worked with all of them, and they're all Terrible" He loves them But They once got stranded on a planet that didn’t exist and Ahsoka died and Anakin killed a god.

There was research and discussion as to whether Ahsoka could win against Tholme but seeing as she held her own against Vader, and fought Grievous at that physical age without dying, etc.... yeah, the only thing holding her back was her body not being what she was used to, and she’s had a few weeks go adjust.

“I miss being able to just jump off skyscrapers” is such a jedi thing

Jango: I'll take the gun back if he tries to leave, they can't get far before--WHAT THE FUCK He knows Jedi are scary but he’s still not really used to just how over the top ridiculous they are He knows how to deal with Jedi in battle, not Whatever The Fuck These People Are Doing

Rex isn't even a Jedi, he's just so used to working with them. “Oh yes time for free-falling without a parachute again, same shit as always.”

Tia: I’m imagining Jango freaking out and Quinlan and Tholme being like. Concerned but mostly exasperated Clearly if they’re jumping off buildings it must be serious? But jfc they could’ve maybe communicated a bit more?

Leia: I want to finish my juice Tholme: Quin, stay with her while we go figure out what those two are doing. Quinlan: Wait what

Jango: Oh now he’s jumping off a building too??? Tholme: Sokari, you are not registered! You can't legally jump out windows yet! Jango: What the hell is going on? Is this normal?

We don’t necessarily know how often Ahsoka and Maul ran into each other after Mandalore. There was the later thing on Malachor, but other than that I'm just going with the idea that they ran into each other every year or two and just went for the eyes like feral cats

Ahsoka: I need to kick ass and you're coming with me. Rex: Yeah, okay. [several minutes later] Rex: Whose ass are we kicking?

Ahsoka and Rex

Neloms aren’t a SW fruit to the best of my knowledge, I just wanted to mess around with lemons/melons

Jango: you didn’t think any of this through, did you? Rex: you were there, you know we didn’t "When the Jedi says to jump out a window, I jump out a window."

Tholme’s real composed about stalking the ancient nigh-mythical enemy of his people, very “Life is already so goddamn weird”

This fic has been so heavy on the trauma but then I introduce Maul and suddenly it's the worst kind of comedy Nobody is competent, everyone's a little dumb, the bad guy is just grocery shopping

My propensity for banter has turned this into a six-person buddy cop comedy about Maul buying grapes They spend a significant amount to time ineffectually stalking Maul before Quin suggests the sensible option Quinlan just "You remember this is my literal job and specialty right"

Ahsoka sees Maul and all her brain cells go out the window except "Fight good" Usually she doesn’t need to worry about doing things legally. Maybe she needs to worry about someone seeing her do illegal things but she spent the past 15 yrs in a place where her existing was illegal

I feel like he’s also maybe kinda wanting to reassert that yes he is competent. Bc like. Ahsoka’s been kinda condescending this whole time and also can beat everyone up so. It's not his fault that he's actually the youngest person there, but.

Jango is finding this whole being friendly to Jedi thing a lot more overwhelming than he thought it would be. And overwhelming in different ways.

Maul usually signifies things getting worse and more horrifyingly tragic but he's just a dumb teen that they needed to arrest for his own good.

Quinlan: Look, I'm useful! Ahsoka: I've been through hell, wanna hear? Quinlan: NO. I DON'T. WHY.

Quinlan: I understand the concept of joking about your traumas, I do it sometimes myself! But sith hells that’s a lot of trauma.

Quinlan just wanted her to treat him as a Competent Individual, and here she is whipping out stories about Dying and Gods and the Force insists it's the truth and he just???? And apparently emo darksider over there is a Sith. And just, sure. Why not

A lot of people’s interactions with the time travelling disaster lineage is just

Tholme and Fett arguing and  Ahsoka's just waiting for a moment to pop in with "Hey, when's the last time either of you worked with the other's culture before this mess? Yeah, that's what I thought."

Much like Leia and Ahsoka hurting each other earlier, and Tholme figuring out the de-aging, we ALSO have Fett’s confrontation with Ahsoka being something the characters just did, rather than something I planned.

FTR the only time I managed to trigger myself while writing this fic was the “your behavior isn’t actually acceptable and we’ve all been trying really hard to give you room to recover but you have to at least make an effort to not be a bitch”

Writing about people having PTSD and symptoms of such: Yay! Writing about people having PTSD and engaging in toxic behavior to cope: Shit Ahsoka had... basically my exact reaction. It's "remind yourself that you're in the wrong, that they have a point, and then be overly formal in the apology because fuck if you accidentally make them feel sorry for you when they're the injured party"

Quinlan: Can we be friends? I mean, you're an asshole, but you're really cool. Let's be friends. (He MIGHT be nursing a crush) (Neat mysterious girl who can beat him up.)

Also he realises she's probably nicer when not having a slow-motion breakdown He's like "Huh, you'll probably be less of an asshole once you've gotten therapy."

...also, she pretty and got Nice Biceps

I love writing a good mental breakdown

I was so close to including a "he tried to kill me" just early enough for Jango to wildly misinterpret as her thinking Quinlan tried to kill her. He'd have been very confused, considering Quinlan's the one that called them down in a panic and currently has Ahsoka having her massive breakdown in his lap But

Tia:  I could see Jango interpreting it as idk, Quin resembling someone or for a moment acting like someone who tried to kill her and she had a flashback or something like that

There's absolutely room for a couple reasonable interpretations there And "trapped in a flashback about someone who tried to kill her" is absolutely what's happening! Just. You know. For a different reason. Jango probably wouldn’t assume Quin would hurt her, for one thing he seems to like her, for another even if he did he’s smart enough to pick a way that wouldn’t be so likely to get him caught

I had to step back and actually say “Also I'm just. Wow. I'm really just shoveling QPP Rex&Ahsoka at full speed”

Me, a few weeks ago, joking: Two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist Me, now, entirely seriously: Two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist

Me, belatedly: Oh, Ahsoka being joyfully mean to people was a form of mania she was unconsciously using to build a barrier between herself and her impending meltdown

She went from "just died" to "in charge of Rex and Leia" in like. Two minutes.

Confession: I've been delighting in the mental image of this whole Mess leading Jango to try to retake Mandalore, and Ahsoka loans him a saber for a 1v1 to get the darksaber.

“Can’t I just fight him barehanded? That’s how I did it on Galidraan.” "But the drama, Fett!"

Probably Rex has learned how to use a saber as well, because you never know when you have to borrow a weapon

I later changed my mind to Jango asking her to help, rather than her just sneak-teaching him, but it was funny.

Background nonsense to all this is Ahsoka and Rex, despite Rex being as force-sensitive as a lump of coal, having developed a process where she can extend her sensitivity to him mind-to-mind for weird symbiotic battle trance that scares everyone around them. It’s very similar to Battle meditation.

CONTEXT FOR LEIA BEING WORRIED ABOUT THOLME HIDING THINGS: Tholme is hiding the fact that the Council reached out and told him that the people he picked up might be connected to Ben and Luke, who showed up after the Depa thing but a solid week and change before Jango's ship makes it to the Temple. They asked that he not share that information to avoid getting anyone's hopes up in case the two situations aren't related. Ben and Luke haven't shared enough information for anyone to really be sure if the other three are connected Because the info Tholme has isn't quite the info Jango has, etc. And they can't just say Ben is a future Obi-Wan over comms

I just have a lot of feelings about people trying to do something right and just. Nobody's at fault! Not really! It's just complicated!

Tia: I like how when Ahsoka isn’t doing maladaptive trauma response stuff she’s very mature. And of course she’s had to be but it’s a good like, contrast. Where when she slows down to think about things she’s very sensible

Jango just spends most of this story lowkey wanting Ahsoka to Be His Friend but there's too much baggage that he's only metaphysically responsible for

Local aroace(?) has a squish

Ahsoka: He just wants to get on my good side because of Rex. Jango: I'm pretty sure you could kill an entire army without trying but you wouldn't because you have actual morals and stuff... and when I met you it was because you were killing yourself trying to keep (what appeared to be) children safe... you seem cool please be my friend.......

Ahsoka’s #1 weakness: mountains of trauma Ahsoka’s #2 weakness: she just doesn’t get why so many people think she’s cool and want her to be their (girl)friend

Jango, a 27yo massacre survivor who's killed Jedi masters with his bare hands: [gets lectured on various government structures by a tiny girl that's missing several teeth and needs to sit on books to see the table properly]

Ahsoka was raised in a religious meritocracy but developed all her opinions during a galactic war and then became a vigilante spy, Rex comes from a military cult, Leia is from an inherited monarchy that participates in democracy, Quinlan was originally from what appears to be a dynastic dictatorship, and IDK about Tholme other than that he is also from the religious meritocracy. And in legends Quinlan came to the religious meritocracy after his aunt sacrificed his parents to a vampire cult and then forced him to experience the psychometric echoes of that. There's just. A lot going on.

Leia at least has knowledge about structure and admin in theory that isn't based in either the military or populations under 10k

Jango: I want to be your friend. Ahsoka: Sounds fake.

I am unfairly fond of "Rex destroys a conversation by bringing up his own horrifying childhood and calling it a cult"

"Why does Sokari call you 'Rex'ika'?" "Because she's older than me." "...can I--?" "No."

Nickname privileges are extended ONLY to Ahsoka and older clones. There are no more older clones, so it's just Ahsoka.

Me joking about Star Wars AUs: Would you like a crackship? Me writing actual Star Wars fic: My favorite character type is apparently “too traumatized to have a relationship” so this is at least 90% gen.

I had to pull a scene opening at one point because Ahsoka's skill with not getting shot is actually much less useful than Tholme's clearance levels.

Now I really want a team-up of Ahsoka, Rex, and Jango where they do have to get in a dogfight of the "she flies, we shoot" variety and Fett just has to scream because the speeder thing to catch Maul was one thing, but this....

Ahsoka, before TCW: I know all the traffic rules but I'm not that great at flying! Ahsoka, after TCW: I'm great at flying but if you let me behind the wheel we are absolutely getting arrested.

She went from "knows the rules but doesn't have the skills" to "has the skills but primarily in the form of not getting shot" which! Is delightful! "Bet I can get us through that alley--" "DO NOT"

Jango and Ahsoka are both just very "Is this friendship? Is this camaraderie? My heart's been fried on platonic love by so many murders that I'm not sure anymore." "I've lost a lot of friends. I kind of forgot how to make those."

I have no idea if "hasn't been closer than Alderaan except that one trip to Chandrila" is canon-compliant but ehhhhhhhh It feels plausible enough?

Belatedly realized that I could just explain my optimal Rex&Ahsoka dynamic as just... drift compatible. It's vague enough on the specifics while still digging into the meat of what they mean to each other and how they work together. The terminology is already in existence. I can just use it.

Romantic? Platonic? Familial? Doesn't matter! They're drift compatible.

They are important to each other and that is what matters

I really like the Leia&Quinlan thing. He's just like "This small child needs a friend that isn't super depressed," and decided he's going to be her friend. I keep trying to toss in "Quinlan volunteers to 'baby'sit." She's not much older and she has a Baby Brain, it works out

There's a running bet as to whether Leia will leave the Order the second she turns thirteen, or if she'll let Sokari "train" her for a few years first. And... that’s how I came up with Leia Antilles, Senator of Serenno.

They'll be bullshitting Ben as her new master to "finish out the padawanship" since they can't tell everyone she's really in her thirties and he's conveniently there and already knows everything and was half her master anyway. Like Ben was planning on taking on Luke, but Luke is "six" and even he can't swing that as old enough to be a Padawan, and it's not like Sokari will take more than a handful of years to justify knighthood, sooooooooo

[babymetaldoll]

The List (Spencer Reid / Reader)

Prompt: What's on the list of things Spencer will never do again?

Summary: Reader wants to know which are Spencer biggest regrets. But he refuses to share, instead, he keeps saying he ain't got anything on his "Never again" list.

Category: Slightly fluff...

Content Warning: none

Pairing: Spencer/Reader

- “I can't believe you don't have one of those!”- (Y/N) turned to Spencer in shock. He just stood next to his desk trying to understand what was the big deal.

He didn't have a list of things he was never in his life going to do again. So what? From his point of view, it meant he had made fewer mistakes, which felt like something to be proud of, not embarrassed.

- “He doesn't have what?”- Morgan overheard the conversation and walked over, a part of him curious, and another part of him happy he had a tiny excuse to avoid paperwork for a while.

- “The dreadful "I'll never do this again" list”- (Y/N) explained and turned to Spencer- Not even one thing?

- “Well... there are a few chess games I wish I had played differently”

Morgan rolled his eyes and tapped on his back.

- “Kid, come on, you are from Vegas, there has to be something there”

- “Yeah! You said you were banned from a few casinos! That has to be a juicy story!”

(Y/N) stared at him biting her lips in excitement, but Reid just blinked and hesitated before saying

- “Not really... what's in your "never again list"?”

Spencer looked at his best friend and smiled. She gave the question a little thought. There were tons of things on that list, but she wasn't sure she wanted to share them with him. She had the biggest crush on Reid, and thought she was never going to act on it, she didn't want him to have a bad image of her.

- “Let's see... I really regret most of my teenage fashion decisions”

- “Boring”- Morgan teased- “You gotta give something good”

- “Like what?”- (Y/N) crossed her arms on her chest and raised an eyebrow- “What's in your regret list?”

- “Dating girls who can legally carry guns is the first”- he answered right away- “Getting my highschool sweetheart an engagement ring is the second”

- “A ring?”- (Y/N) stared at him in shock and Derek chuckled, nodding completely guilty.

- “She was my first, I thought it was forever... What can I tell you? I'm a hopeless romantic”

Spencer and (Y/N) stared at each other with a knowing look

- “And what do you have, pretty girl? bad outfits can't be it”

- “Well... I'm never going on a blind date again, especially on dating websites blind dates...”

- “Man!!”- Derek laughed and covered his face, catching the rest of the team's attention- “You must have been desperate!!”

(Y/N)'s cheeks were burning red as she looked down and shook her head. Emily and Penelope walked over to join the conversation chuckling, as Spencer stared at his friend in shock. He had no idea she had ever done that, and he was pretty sure he knew her well. He remembered everything she had said to him from the day they met. It wasn't something he tried to do, his eidetic memory just worked that way. But he didn't even try to forget a word of every conversation they had shared.

- “I was sick and tired of dealing with my friends forcing me to find a date... and... with this job you don't really get many chances to...”

- “Wait, wait...”- Morgan wide opened his eyes and (Y/N) regretted answering his question in the first place- “You did this while being in the BAU?”

- “No... yes... never mind, what's important here is the fact Pretty boy doesn't have anything on his never again list... which means he is missing a lot of bad decision in his life”- (Y/N) turned to Reid and grinned. He blushed and looked down.

- “Yeah kid, we have to take you out to the world!”

Spencer closed his eyes in pain as he felt Derek's hand tapping his back.

- “We should go out tonight!”- Penelope nearly jumped on her spot, clapping her hands- “Let's get out baby boy drunk as a skunk and watch him take all the bad decisions he can!”

- “I'd rather not”- the young doctor whispered and sighed- “I think I am fully capable of adding things I don't want to do again... I would start with this conversation, I'm not willing to repeat this awkward moment”

Spencer chuckled and turned to the kitchen to make himself another cup of coffee.

- “That dating website wasn't that bad”- Emily teased (Y/N) and smiled

- “It was awful, you know it”

- “How was the guy?”- Morgan asked, a silly grin hanging on his lips as he looked at the girl blushing in front of him.

- “He was an asshole... he looked hot in the pictures... and he wasn't really bad looking in person, but...”- (Y/N) made a pause, and her eyes involuntarily traveled through the room and found Spencer waiting for the brewing.

- “He didn't have an IQ of 187, right?”- Derek asked the obvious question, and (Y/N) smiled

- “I'm not sure he had an IQ of 50...”

Spencer stared at the coffee pot as he waited. He kept trying to think of things he regretted doing. Interesting things at least... He also tried to remember (Y/N) saying anything about going out on a date, but he didn't recall it. Was she making it up? no, it sounded real, and the embarrassment on her face couldn't be faked.

It bothered him not to remember something so important. And it also bothered him to know she was open to date other guys. Not that she had to date him, not that she had ever told him she wanted to date him. Not that he wanted to date her, thought he did.

- “Hey”- Penelope's voice nearly gave him a heart attack. he jumped and turned to see her grinning behind him

- “Do you want to kill me?”

- “Never... so...”- she just looked at the resident genius with a smile and waited

- “I'm sorry... I don't get what you are trying to say, did I miss something?”

- “Yes boy wonder! you missed the one thing you have in your Never do again list”- Spencer frowned even more confused

- “What?”

- “You should never again in your life miss all the signs that tell you someone is in love with you, or you are gonna miss your chance to be happy”- Garcia tapped on Reid's shoulder and walked away, and the sound of her heels was the only sound Spencer could hear for a minute.

The frown on his face didn't fade until he walked back to his desk and sat down.

Signs? there had never been any signs. He never got any... and from who? no one was in love with him. What the hell was Garcia talking about? Spencer couldn't shake it out of his mind.

- “Hey!”- (Y/N) walked over and left a small chocolate bar on his desk, as she smiled at him with rosy cheeks- “Sorry about that, I didn't mean to embarrass you or whatever”

- “You didn't...”- he whispered and smiled back at her

- “Anyway, I got you a tiny offering to make amends”- and after another small smile, his best friend walked back to her desk.

Doctor Reid followed her with his eyes until she sat behind her desk and continued with her paperwork.

Of course, his "Never again list" wasn't empty, he just didn't want to share with her. He knew he was never going to use Dilaudid to avoid pain. He was never going to let anyone tie him to a goal post. He was never going to be kicked by a nine years old girl (unless it was his daughter and they were playing).

And most important: he was never going to look at (Y/N) the same after facing the truth: he was in love with her, and he had no idea how to deal with it.

[descendantofthesparrow]

Interlude - Rewrite POYW - Harry Hook x reader - part 2 - preparations

*i realized today was Saturday and was like “oh holy shit time to post part 2!! so enjoy!* 

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*felt like doing another episode entrance to this so deal with it*

-a camera pans from Auradon to the isle of the lost, zooming in on a large ship that held the symbol of Harriet Hook, the camera zoom fades into Harriet watching her crew move around the deck, a small stack of papers in her hand-

Harriet glanced up suddenly as Xiaohui slid down from rope as she switched out with another member of the crew for lookout in the crow's nest “what ‘cha got there captain?” she hummed, stepping next to Harriet and leaning over to look at the papers.

“just stuff that king beasty sent me, something about guardians for the twins, Sammy, and CJ” Harriet muttered, folding the papers and shoving them into her inner jacket pocket. “apparently because im a legal adult” Xiaohui rose her brow in confusion and Harriet waved it off “Auradon thing I don’t know, but since I’m an adult, they think that I can be the twin's guardian and they are trying to see if I can be CJ’s at the same time since im her sister n stuff” Xiaohui nodded a bit and looked back at the crew, most of which was getting the new supplies of food and water into the lower decks for safekeeping.

“I’m slightly impressed that (y/n) girl actually kept her word” Xiaohui hummed, crossing her arms and leaning on Harriet a bit, who pushed her back with her shoulder “like only a week ago the king announced the new program for us getting better shit and its already in full effect.”

“I think (y/n) scares whoever's in charge of that stuff and made ‘em work faster” Harriet snorted, remembering when she had passed by the main market almost everyone was whispering about the Auradon girl that had kicked her father's ass and left him as an amputee.

“well, she sure scared the fuck out me when she went apeshit on your dad” Xiaohui chuckled, pushing off the rails of the ship and about to walk towards the crew as they began to head out for another shipment “so how long do you think it gonna be before they get the next group of kids off” Harriet looked off for a moment.

“well with the letter Harry sent me, they are aiming for at least within the month, and at most within the next two, but first they got to get the guardian shit out of the way first” Xiaohui nodded, glanced back at the crew then back at Harriet, “I think once we get over there, I’ll be able to help out with choosing more kids to come over to Auradon, Evie might have her heart in the right place but she hardly even knows any kids, I have a lot more tabs on everyone on here and will be able to help get those who need it more off first.”

Xiaohui nodded again, understanding that the crew would probably be left on the isle for a bit longer just to make sure everything was running smoothly on their side, to make sure no one ruined a single kids chances at getting a better life. “now go on, Im pretty sure Sammy’s about to trip over nothing there”

Xiaohui turned and sighed, running over to Sammy and catching his arm just as he stumbled forward, she chided him as they walked off the ship and towards the barges again to collect the last of their shipments.

Harriet let out a small sigh and took out the papers again, tapping her foot anxiously as she flipped through the “guardian” application copies that Ben had sent her just in case she wasn’t able to be the twins and CJ’s guardian, and they needed someone from Auradon to be their guardian.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Skipper Smee  - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Rapunzel Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

'Application of guardianship

Child; Sterling Smee  - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Eugene Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

'Application of guardianship

Child; Sammy Smee  - parent; Sam Smee

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Rapunzel Fitzherbert, Eric & Ariel Barnes’

Harriet raised her brow at the repeat of applicants, especially the Wendy Darling one, considering she dealt with her father and uncle Smee first hand. Though (y/n) had written on the blank side of the applications that Wendy had applied for that exact reason.

She folded away the Smee papers and looked at her little sister's Guardian application.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Calista Jane Hook - parent; James Hook

Guardian applicant(s) - Wendy Darling, Eric & Ariel Barnes, Tiana Maldon’

Once again Wendy Darling and freaking King Eric and Queen Ariel had applied to be a guardian of her “family” Harriet sighed again and let her hands drop to her thighs, staring off at nothing as she thought about the upcoming future.

She broke out of her trance as a sheepish Dizzy stepped onto the deck, hands clenching tightly to her denim jacket “um…Harriet?” she squeaked, stepping forward a bit as Celia, Dr.Facilier daughter, pushed her towards Harriet “I-I was wondering if there was anything about…me in those papers King Ben sent you?”

Harriet brought up the papers again and flipped through them, nodding as she spotted Dizzy’s name on a guardian application and a blue envelope “yeah” Harriet muttered, handing the envelope to Dizzy and glancing back down at the application.

'Application of guardianship

Child; Dizzy Tremaine - parent; Drizella Tremaine

Guardian applicant(s) - Ella Charming, Fairy Godmother, Anita Radcliffe’

She handed the younger VK the application a moment later and the girl gasped as she read the names of the people who signed up to be her guardian “Cinderella? Fairy Godmother??” she squeaked, crunching the papers in her hand as Celia walked up behind her and looked over her shoulder “why would they-holy moly!!!”

“please just say fuck” Celia laughed, snatching the application from Dizzy and looking it over, curling her lip at all the other information details under the main application script. “wow that’s a lot of shit do to”

The guardian applicants had to fill out most of their information, sign waivers, and multiple other things just to be the guardian of a singular kid.

“oh, Harriet?” Harriet looked up at the call of her name and raised her brow as Dizzy held out the letter she had gotten from Evie, pointing at the back of it “there's some stuff for you on the back of the letter”

She grabbed it from Dizzy and started to read, not recognizing the handwriting but it had been signed by (y/n).

-Hey Harriet, so real quick all I need you to do is pick out who YOU would want to be your fams guardians (aka CJ, the twins, and Sammy) and we’ll pick out who we think is best with your opinion in mind. the kids are never obligated to interact with their guardians but I thought you would be more comfortable knowing exactly who the guardians were.

There are two pieces of blank paper in the envelope with Dizzy’s name on it, one for Dizzy to write back to Evie and one for you to write to me.

-see you soon, (y/n) (l/n)

Ps. Gil and Harry scream-said “hi”-

 Harriet snorted at the last bit and folded the letter back up and gave it back to Dizzy “ey Dizzy” the younger vk looked up at her with wide eyes, Celia peeking over her shoulder “who would you rather be your guardian, Cinderella, FG, or that Anita chick?” Dizzy looked off for a moment then shrugged.

“um, I don’t know?...I guess which everyone Evie picks out is okay?” Dizzy gave a slightly uncomfortable grin before jumping as Harriet's crew started to return and lug the last of the new supplies abord. “oh, um, I have to go, bye!” Before she could leave, Harriet grabbed Dizzy’s shoulder and grabbed the envelope from her, taking out one of the blank papers then letting the vk go on her way. Dizzy and Celia turned on their heels and raced off the ship, Dizzy’s letter from Evie clenched tightly in her hand.

Harriet hummed to herself and lifted the papers again, looking at the notes next to the guardian applicants that (y/n) had put.

She made eye contact with Xiaohui and nodded at her, the girl nodding back and taking command of the ship as Harriet moved to go into the captain's quarters. Sammy breathed a sigh of relief as Xiaohui took command, he might have been the first mate but he was horrible at being in control of things.

Harriet sat down at her creaky old cherrywood desk, grabbed a pen, and started to write.

-

“im still surprised that we actually got more people signing up to be guardians for the vks” you chuckled setting down the copy of Dizzy’s file and leaning back on Bens desk “I mean, almost all of them are repeats for the first round but my point still stands” Ben smiled and nodded.

“yeah, something about since the first round went well enough that people are not as averse to being guardians for the vks” Ben signed off a paper with a flourish of his wrist and set it aside. “though we might have to figure out something else as we go along, I don’t think there are enough adults in Auradon to claim every single kid on the isle, even if one person can claim two kids”

You sighed and nodded, rubbing the side of your head slightly “yeah, and at some point, we need to figure out another way to transfer kids off safely without having to go through the whole ‘guardian’ thing, because eventually, we will run out of guardians”

Gil, who had joined you and Ben for today's ‘vk shit’ meeting, looked up from his bowl of grapes “oh this reminds me of when Harry and I went to the animal shelter with Carlos, and-and um, there was a bunch of rooms for the cats n dogs n stuff and Carlos asked something about chips and the lady said that as long as the worker was licensed, they could claim the animal” he looked back down at his snack as you and Ben looked at him with wide eyes “what?”

“that-that was the weirdest thing you have ever said” you laughed, shaking your head a bit and crossing your legs at the ankles. Ben smiled at the blonde-haired vk and turned back to his papers, then popped his head back up with sparkling eyes and a wide grin.

“THAT’S IT!” you and Gil jumped slightly at his suddenly loud voice. Ben stood and pointed at Gil “Gil that is brilliant!”

You and Gil looked to each other then back at Ben “Ben please tell me you didn’t get an idea from Gil's weird rambling?” you laughed, leaning back a bit as Ben's grinning face turned to you. “you did….what is it then?”

“A shelter for vks!!!” Ben exclaimed, bouncing on his heels as he moved away from his desk and towards a large blue painted filing cabinet to the left of his desk. “here in Auradon! And I have just the place for it!!! And-and we can start an organization just for people to be guardians for vks! And we can figure out a system to have one person be responsible for multiple kids so we’ll never run out of them!” he rushed back to his desk and threw a set of building blueprints along with the deeds to the building.

You looked over the papers, raising your brows as you realized you were looking at a large castle that was written in Bens name “that…doesn’t sound like a bad idea?” you laughed, picking up the blueprints as Gil pawed at the deed. “in my world there's a thing called orphanages or foster systems, they kinda suck but usually there is one or two people in charge or responsible for sometimes over twenty kids, so this could work for our vks if we do it correctly and get good people” Ben grinned and nodded, grabbing the paper from you and shaking it in his hands.

“and-and! This castle, which was my parents, is in my name! I can do whatever I want with it! Let's turn it into the shelter! It's near the ocean too so these kids can see the real ocean every day and go swimming or build sandcastles whenever they want!!! And-and during the summer! Or warm days! I can hire people to take the kids on boat rids or-or!” you laughed and set your hands on Ben’s shoulders, calming him down a bit.

“Ben! Amazing ideas, love them, let's take it one step at a time, first we get Harriet and the others off” you gestured to the stack of papers for the six vks that held their information “then we start working on the shelter and the guardian organization, not baby steps, just one step at a time” Ben took a deep breath and nodded, the grin still wide on his face

“then let's finish up! All that’s left is choosing their guardians! Then we can send the limo next week!!!” he set down the castle blueprints and picked up two of the vk folders, handing you and Gil the last three “we got no time to lose!”

-

Celia slyly glanced up from her cards as Dizzy danced around her grandmother's hair salon, her aunt and mother busy working on some client's hair as Dizzy swept up the fallen locks. “now Diz” Anastasia, Dizzy’s aunt started to speak, the young vk immediately stopping in her little chore and looking to her “remember, while there will be people there that will accept you with open arms there will inevitably be people that will be out to hurt you” Dizzy’s shoulders dropped at the reminder and slowly nodded “that doesn’t mean we don’t want you going, it just means that even in Auradon it's not a fully safe space, there will always be assholes in every place” the clients ignored the surprisingly supportive talk from Anastasia and looked down at their torn magazines.

Dizzy sighed and nodded again “I understand” Dizzy smiled, starting on her chores again, though with less energy than she had a moment before. Celia looked away from Dizzy and shuffled her cards, laying them out on the table in front of her and closing her eyes, focusing her energy on Dizzy and hovering her hand over the cards.

In her mind's eye, three cards seemed to glow. She quickly picked them out and flipped them over to show their art. Celia opened her eyes, and looked at the first card, which symbolized Dizzy’s past.

The reversed fool. Celia furrowed her brows; Dizzy had been taken advantage of? When? Then again, Celia hummed looking to the next card, this was the isle, being taken advantage of was a daily thing, especially for someone like Dizzy who sometimes could be a bit airheaded.

The next card, which symbolized Dizzy’s present, was the upright chariot. Dizzy was heading in the right direction then huh? She was going to Auradon soon after all. Celia looked to the last card, which symbolized Dizzy’s future.

The upright sun. Celia nodded again, Dizzy’s adventures in Auradon would be successful then, all the more reason to see if she could stay on Dizzy’s good side even after she left for Auradon so that maybe one day Celia could have that success as well.

“watcha doin?” Dizzy asked suddenly, peeking over Celia’s shoulder as the younger VK jumped and threw herself over her cards. Celia looked back at Dizzy with a pout.

“if you have to know” Celia sighed, pushing off the table and gesturing to the now strewn about cards. “I was reading your fortune, I got curious” Dizzy hummed at that and kneeled next to Celia slightly, looking at the cards that were still facing up.

“what do they mean?” Dizzy asked, picking up the upright chariot and tilting it in her hands.

“just stuff from your past, present, and future. Your past is not the best, your present is going in the right direction, and your future is bright, that’s basically what those say” Celia held out her hand, Dizzy setting the card and a few coins in her hand “uh-“ Dizzy grinned.

“well you did read my fortune, and I remember you said you never read without a payment!” Celia stared at Dizzy as the girl skipped over to her chalkboard with all her chores on it and checked off the sweeping chore. Then she started cleaning the windows, picking up a rag and a spray bottle with a blue liquid chemical in it.

Celia watched for a moment before looking at Dizzy’s aunt and mother, who finished up with their last clients and sent them along, getting their payment and reminding Dizzy to close up properly as they went upstairs to the family's apartment.

“Hey, Diz” Celia started, fixing up her cards and putting them into her hip cardholder. The older vk hummed and turned to look at Celia “you…you aren’t gonna forget me once you get to Auradon…will you?” Celia, while her original intentions with Dizzy were ill-intentioned and she just wanted to get a leg up on a future in Auradon by being friends with the vk that had connections already, but Dizzy was just that kinda person you couldn’t be fake around, and Celia had come to genuinely care for her.

Dizzy’s face bloomed into a bright smile that could blind the sun and she set down her rag and bottle, skipping over to Celia and hugging her tightly. Celia froze at the sign of affection and moved to push Dizzy off but stopped herself as Dizzy pulled back and shook her head “of course not! Once I get to Auradon I’ll make sure you’ll be the next one off, just after me! I would never leave you here willingly.” Celia felt her nose and eyes burn and she quickly twisted around, wiping her face as Dizzy giggled.

“sap” Celia chuckled, letting out a small breath as Dizzy slammed into her and wrapped her arms around Celia, shaking them around a bit “hey hey come on” Dizzy giggled again and released the young shadow witch, skipping back over to the rag and bottle and resuming her chores.

Celia let a smile grow on her face as she bopped her head to the song Dizzy started to hum as she took out her pocket watch and checked the time. “oh shit it's late, I got errands to do, bye dizzy!” Celia grabbed her bag and bolted out the salon door, rushing towards the market to grab a couple of things for her “boss”

Well, less boss and more someone who just hired her to grab stuff for him because he was a hermit and didn’t like going outside his little underground hidey-hole.

Celia skidded to a stop as she spotted the short ombre blue hair of Hadie, the son of Hades. Aka the son of her “boss”. Hadie was a tall, oddly buff, blue ombre haired, punk-styled villain kid, the oldest on the isle at that at, being born before Hades had been shipped off to the isle.

“hey,” she muttered, reaching around him and grabbing a couple of peaches, that were not bruised thanks to the fresh shipments that were coming as of late, from in front of the much larger vk. Hadie glanced down at her and opened his messenger bag, allowing Celia to dump the fruit into it. “what’ca here for?”

“stuff” Hadie simply replied in his usual dry tone, following Celia as she started to travel the merchant stands, grabbing what Hades had requested from her and letting her dumb the items into his messenger bag.

One of the merchants, which Celia had stolen from before on her own time, sneered at her, flinching back as the spotted Hadie just behind her just staring at him. The merchant looked away as Celia took two cans of corn and dumped them into Hadie’s bag, skipping away with the older vk following her.

“why does he let her do that?” one of the market keeps whispered to their friend, who shrugged and looked back down at her stock of oranges.

“dunno, but it keeps the creeps off of her and keeps a fight from breaking out so who am I to care?” Hadie glanced at them but kept pace behind Celia, scrunching his nose slightly as one of the merchants leered towards Celia, the merchant reeling back as Hadie flashed his pocket knife.

Celia smirked to herself knowing that Hadie was subtly protecting her as she picked up things for his dad, and with a snatch of some packs of water, she was done for the day. “come on!” she yelled back towards Hadie, who grabbed a small pack of blueberries and followed after her, digging his key to the opening of the mineshafts that lead to his dad's lair out of his pocket. Celia bounced on her heels as Hadie opened the gate and followed him inside.

The two foregoed the bicycle contraption and just walked down the length of the tunnel that lead to the main area, Hadie taking one of the water packs from Celia and hoisting it onto his shoulder.

He ignored the echoing bark that blasted in his ear as he passed by a speaker that his dad made him set up a couple of years ago to keep trespassers out. He and Celia finally made it to the main living area and Celia skipped down the wooden steps, setting one of the water packs on the large metal table in the next room.

Hades looked away from the fading tv and raised his brow as Hadie let Celia snatch the bag from around his neck and take out the items she had taken from the market. “you get everything kids?” Hades teased, standing and walking over to the vks, ruffling his son's hair and laughing a bit as the just shorter Hadie smacked his hand away. “yep” Celia nodded, turning and holding out her hand to Hades, who dug into his jacket, pulled out a small red velvet pouch, and dropped it into her hand, Celia tugged it open as Hadie reached around her to grab a small peach and moved to plop into his dad's makeshift minecart seat. Celia nodded five rubies and several silver coins. “pleasure making business with cha’” Celia held out her hand, grinning as Hades gave it an exaggerated shake and skipped out of the lair, leaving the two gods behind.

She skipped all the way back to the hair salon and moved into the alleyway just next to Hades restaurant. Celia knocked a specific rhythm on the spray-painted door with the words ‘Pa Deranje’ on them. As it slid open Celia slipped through and ran into the quiet arcade her dad manned when school was out for the summer.

“Daddy~!” Celia cheered, running towards her father as he spotted her and held out his hands to lift her up and around.

“Cher~!” he called back, setting her back on her feet and wrapping his arms around her shoulder “so how was the hussle tonight?”

Celia grinned and held up the red velvet bag, her father grinning and holding out his hand. Celia dropped it into his palm and sat down at his fortune reading table, gasping happily at the steaming bowl of food that was resting in front of her.

Her father gestured for her to eat as he dug into the bag, nodding to himself as he saw the inside. He took out the silver coins and set them in front of Celia, stashing the rubies away for safekeeping as they were a higher currency on the isle.

“mmmhmm!” Celia hummed happily around her food, kicking her legs as she took another full bite of the soup-like meal. “what is this?!”

“good ol’ Gumbo my dear” Facilier took a seat in front of her and dug into his own bowl of Gumbo. “found all I needed to make it with at the market, thanks to those shipments” Facilier laughed at his daughter as she eagerly downed the gumbo, reaching out slightly to slow her “now slow down there cher, it’s a bit strong” Celia glanced at him and obeyed, setting the bowl back down and swallowing her current mouthful of food. “now after this you head straight to bed, it’s almost nine am and you’ve been up since eight yesterday” Celia went to object but stopped as her father gave her a look.

“fine” she pouted, smiling behind her bowl as he nodded and reached out to tweak her ear.

The two finished their “dinner” in comfortable silence, Celia finished first and stood from the table, giving her dad a quick kiss and hug before running up to the apartment where she and her dad stayed.

Facilier sighed and took the two empty bowls and followed Celia up the apartment, counting down from 5 and nodding as the telltale sign of Celia’s room door closing sounded just as he reached 0.

While the isle was just a bit better nowadays, thanks to the program that Hooks sons girl had started, he still hoped one day his little girl would be in Auradon one day and never have to worry about where her next meal would come from.

“one day cher” Facilier whispered to himself, setting his top hat on the hat rack and moving to his room “one day you’ll get your cut.”

-end of part 2-

here it is! part 2!!! hope yall liked it, and yes, Dr.Facilier is a good dad, i liked that in the OG D3 so thats what i kept, Hades is kinda an asshole but Hadie is Persephone's kid he’s gonna love and tease the young punk looking god to death, Dizzy's aunt is kinda nice, grandma still ain't but Anastasia was redeemed twice in the Cinderella sequels. anyway yeah tell me what u think and i hoped yall liked! part 3 next Saturday! 

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐮

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟐.𝟓 𝐤

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

“What is that?” snorts your classmate Seungmin as you stride into the classroom, disgusted look on your face as you remember your first class is business, which is, dare you say, the next closest thing to death. 

“What?” you furrow your brows, confusingly looking yourself up and down to your best abilities, trying to find anything remotely close to anything your dear friend could be laughing at you about. Your shoes are there, you didn’t forget to change your pyjama pants either (yes, this did, indeed happen once and nobody will ever forget about it), you even put your best hoodie on! So what was bothering Seungmin so much?

“That coffee cup,” grins your seatmate as you plop down at the chair next to him and put the travel thermo-cup of coffee onto the wooden desk to keep you company as you try hard not to fall asleep while the teacher rambles about inflation and unemployment. 

You finally realise what he’s getting on, grinning, but trying to act unbothered nonetheless. “What about it?” you ask.

“Why does it have ‘world’s greatest grandpa’ on it and why are you bringing it to class?” he laughs, pointing to the white letters fancily sitting on the light brown travel mug, face scrunched up in disbelief mixed with amusement.

“Oh, well, Jeongin gave it to me,” you explain matter-of-factly, “which is, pretty much, the answer to your first question, I believe.” you nod.

“Not only the first one, trust me,” rolls his eyes Seungmin, seeing your annoyed look.

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, the second question was why are you bringing it to class and the answer still stays the same - Jeongin. He gave it to you, so you’re now carrying it around all the time,” he teases you, knowing damn well what it does to you when he jokes around about your supposed feelings for your best friend.

“And? He’s my best friend. He gave it to me like a year ago and I’ve been using it ever since, it’s practical,” you shrug, ignoring the way you feel yourself blushing a little at the comment.

“Practical, uh-huh, I get it,” smirks Seungmin, “you sure you’re not carrying around because you miss him?” 

You look at him, look so cold it could freeze him to the chair. “Of course I miss him. He’s my best friend. But that’s not why I’m carrying this around and if you don’t stop making fun of me, I’ll make sure the coffee inside of this ends up in your lap instead.”

Seungmin only shakes his head, his stupid grin growing wider and wider by the minute. “I’m not teasing you. You just took it that way,” he exclaims, “which, pretty much, speaks for itself, if you ask me-”

You daringly take the cup into your hand, playfully hovering the coffee above his lap, making your seat-mate jolt away from you quickly to save himself from a horrible burn on his private area. “Yah, be careful!”

“I warned you,” you shrug, taking a sip from the coffee, seeing the boy move back next to you once you don’t seem as dangerous.

“When is he coming back, anyway?” asks Seungmin, lifting his eyebrows. “So I know when to pack my bags and move to the desk behind you again.”

You playfully roll your eyes. Seungmin has been your seat-mate for the time being, when Jeongin went on his student exchange program to Japan three months ago. He was lucky enough to be chosen and you were happy for him, you really were, but Seungmin was right. You missed your best friend like crazy. And on Friday, he is finally coming back. 

“In two days,” you peep, feeling the blush creeping back onto your cheeks.

“So that’s why you cancelled our plans for Friday!” exclaims Seungmin, grinning.

“And? I see your stupid face every day, Jeongin’s finally coming back after two months and you just expect me to spend the day with you?” you huff, pointing to his figure sitting next to you.

“Oh my god, you really are that whipped for him-”

“I still have enough coffee here to burn your peepee,” you innocently smile, showing him the light-brown gift you got from your best friend a year ago, seeing Seungmin sigh and throw his hands up in defeat. 

“Okay, okay,” he tells you, once again rolling his eyes at your antics, “just make sure not to kiss him once you finally see him-”

“Kim Seungmin I swear to god-”

“I got you a gift,” mumbles Jeongin in between munching on his ramen, mouth full and cheeks puffed out. If it was anyone else, you’d call them out for being disgusting and talking with an open mouth, but it was Yang Jeongin we’re talking about. He was absolutely adorable doing so. You two are currently at his favorite restaurant after you met him at the airport, cheesily throwing yourself into his arms as soon as you saw him, talking the day away as he tells you all about his trip to Japan, hanging on his every word. 

“You didn’t have to,” you shake your head at him, seeing him roll his eyes. 

“It’s nothing big, trust me, I’m still broke,” he giggles, “did you really expect me to go to Japan for three months and not get you anything? That would be rude.”

“But you already got me so many snacks!” you pout, trying to pursue him. 

“Oh, we’ll eat those together so that doesn’t even count anyway,” he giggles, waving his hand.

It’s not that you don’t want that gift. It’s just the fact that you were one hundred percent sure you will be a blushing mess while receiving it. And you don’t really want your best friend to find out about your little crush on him, do you?

Now, hear me out. As much as you would like to tell Seungmin that you were not falling for your best friend, you would be lying. You don’t even know when it happened, to be honest. 

You’ve known Jeongin since the two of you were kids. He bravely introduced himself to you in kindergarten and even though you were too shy to talk to anyone there, he was your king in the shining armour when another girl kicked down your sand castle in the playground. That itself proves to your three year old self that the dimpled boy could be trusted and so you were best friends ever since. 

You watched him grow up right in front of your eyes. From the little boy with eyes as a fox to the young man he was now, broad shoulders and a charming smile always sitting on top of his lips. His eyes stayed the same, though, the hint of mischiefness behind them swooning you over every time you looked at him. You don’t notice it right away, but if you really take a step back, it was impossible for you to not fall in love with the boy.

The first time you really took the possibility of your feelings being something more than just a friendship was right at the moment he left. You walked him to the airport, squeezing his body tightly, feeling the warmth radiating from him and smiling widely just so you don’t cry. You felt pathetic for the tears in your eyes, batting them away swiftly by blinking abruptly, not wanting your best friend to see in fear of being teased again. 

Once you pulled away from the hug, his eyes were focused on yours, his hands softly holding you by the shoulders, sighing. “Behave while I’m away, okay?” he grinned.

“Of course, captain,” you giggled, saluting, pursing your lips together to stop them from quivering.

“Are those tears in your eyes?” asked Jeongin, teasing you, snickering when you felt the said tears finally escape from your eyes onto your cheeks, his thumbs wiping them away as you felt the cold metal of the ring on his pinkie on your cheek. “Stop crying, you dummy. I’ll be back in three months. That’s not that long, is it?” 

“It’s not,” you nodded, laughing softly.

“So why are you crying?” he asked with a gentle tone in his voice that surprised you, expecting to be teased again.

“I’ll miss you,” you shrugged. 

“I’ll miss you too,” he shook his head, laughing, “stop crying. I’ll call you every day.” 

You just nodded, seeing his flight appear on the informative sign above his head, signaling the fact that he had to leave soon. “You should go. Don’t want to miss the flight, do you?”

“Okay,” he nodded and moved closer to you, hugging you one last time. You almost expected him to pull away quickly and run to the gate, when he swiftly leaned in and pecked your forehead. 

You watched him run away after that, giggling as he turned around and waved at you in the process, tugging your lips into a smile. Yes. This was the first time you realised you were foolishly in love with your best friend. Because when he pecked your forehead and the stupid butterflies decided to make their way into your stomach, you also realised one thing - and that is, you wished he kissed you on the lips instead.

“Y/n? Are you even listening?” asks Jeongin, waving his hand in front of your face to bring you back into reality.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure,” you nod, trying to sound like you didn’t just spend a solid few minutes daydreaming about his face. You notice how different he looks with blue hair, remembering something about his japanese friend Riki dying it for him like the second week after he landed in Tokyo. It looked so much better in person. It suited him.

“So, as I was saying,” he starts, reaching for something in his bag, “the gift.”

“No,” you shake your head, “I don’t want it.”

“Y/n, don’t be stupid. I’ve known you for my whole life and I am perfectly certain you like getting gifts so shut up already and let me give you a gift.” rolls his eyes Jeongin, putting the black box onto the table in front of you, waiting for you to take it.

You look at it with daring eyes, contemplating the choice for a bit before you take the box into your hands and hesitantly open it. Inside, you see a beautiful bracelet, cute just like your best friend, the pretty teal color shining into your eyes as you scan the lettered beads on the it and- oh. 

Oh.

Oh?

“Why is there ‘best mum’ written on it?” you ask, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from bursting out in laughter.

“Okay, hear me out. Me and Riki went to this one cute japanese store and it had those cutesy bracelets there and I really wanted to get you one, but they had none with your name on it and all the friendship ones were sold out already, so I took the next best choice!” he argues, seeing your amused face.

“That’s exactly what you said about the ‘world’s greatest grandpa’ coffee cup as well!” you giggle, facepalming in the process, but taking the bracelet and putting it around your hand nonetheless. You smile at the sight of it. Of course you liked it. You didn’t even care about the obnoxiously wrong sign on it, in fact, you kind of love it just for the sheer fact of those little gifts being kind of your thing now. 

“You still like it, so…” he laughs at you, seeing you play around with the beads of the bracelet, examining it.

“Of course I do, Jeongin,” you shake your head in disbelief, “of course I do.”

“What will Jeongin give you for Valentine’s day today?” asks you Seungmin, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of your frustrated face.

“Nothing?” you glare at him, “since he’s not my boyfriend, you know,” you scoff.

“Awh, is our little y/n-ie sad?” the boy teases you as you shut your locker in his face obnoxiously loud so he knows it’s time for him to finally shut his mouth for a moment. 

“I’m not. And you know that.” you grunt, rolling your eyes.

“Uh-huh, so if I told you Yang Jeongin is just talking to another girl with a rose in his hand, you wouldn’t care the slightest bit-”

“Where?!” you jolt, turning around furiously, looking for the blue head in the hallway, but noticing nothing. Just then you realise Seungmin is watching you with a playful smirk on his lips, enjoying the view of your panicked expression.

“I was just joking, chill. But speaking of our little Innie, he’s just walked in from behind the corner, so I’ll leave you two to it-”

“No-”

“Bye!” screams Seungmin and disappears into the boy’s bathroom so you can’t follow his tall figure inside. What does he even think about himself? Leaving you with your crush alone on Valentine's day? It wasn’t like you were absolutely terrified of someone walking up to the boy and asking him to be their Valentine, you swear!! It was just… the slightest hint of hope that maybe, he will be the one to ask you this year that is scaring you.

Oh, what a fool you were.

“Y/n!” you hear someone call you, knowing damn well it was your best friend. You wait for him to catch up to you, smiling at his face. He looks even better than usual with his hair parted in the middle, you can even tell he put some effort into picking out his outfit today. He looks nice, yet you fear that fact, because that must mean he wants to look nice for some reason - someone, in particular, and that is not good, considering it was Valentine’s day.

“Hey,” you smile at him, “all dressed up today. Trying to impress somebody?” you bitterly laugh, seeing him blush a little.

“Well, do you think it'll work?” he sighs, looking down to his feet. It wasn’t like Jeongin to act so shy around you. What was going on?

“So, who are you trying to impress, then?” you smile, trying to look unbothered.

“I brought you something!” suddenly bursts out Jeongin, seeing your surprised face as he doesn’t answer your question. 

“What?” you ask, confused.

“Umm, wait-” he says, rummaging through his backpack, taking out a baked pastry in the shape of a big heart you recognise as a gingerbread, “here. I got this for you.”

You hesitantly take the gingerbread into your hands, seeing how it’s decorated with pretty flowers drawn in colored frosting, a big sign on top of it written in cursive making you blush just at the sight of it. 

‘Lovely girlfriend’, there says, making you bitterly giggle. 

“Let me guess. They didn’t have any best friend ones in the store,” you scoff, knowing damn well that was the reason for the sign on top of the gingerbread, not even sure if they bake ones with best friends signs on them in the first place.

“They did, actually,” he sheepishly mumbles, scratching the back of his neck nervously. 

“Then why- why didn’t you just take that one?” you ask, feeling your blush growing deeper and deeper.

“Well, umm-” he musters up to awkwardly mutter, “well, you see, I was wondering if maybe you could make that statement on the gingerbread true, you know?” he asks, seeing you freeze.

You feel like something hit you over your head, you feel like you are dreaming. Because this surely cannot be happening right now, right?

“If not, I can just eat that one and buy you a ‘best friends forever’ one instead, it’s all good, you know, but you could just let me know now so I-”

You cut him off, eagerly throwing yourself into his arms, giggling to yourself. His body relaxes in the instance, his hands gripping your hips as he holds you close, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you nod, pulling away from him so you can look him in the eye.

His eyes are smiling back at you, a shy gaze sent your way as he bites down on his lip before leaning in and softly kissing your forehead again, just like that day at the airport. When he pulls away, he sees you staring at him with stars in your eyes, making him the happiest person on this whole entire planet, cursing himself for not buying the pretty necklace with ‘my love’ written on it back in Japan instead.

But as he sees you gazing onto him, his eyes fall down onto your lips subconsciously, inviting you to take the first step now, standing on your tip-toes to lock your lips in a sweet peck.

And right then and there, you realise he has always been the sweetest gift of them all.

GENNY❣❣❣once again, sUrPrIsE hihi umm okay,,well i hope you like this 😎 i am glad i could finally write about jeongin some more,,also i am so glad i got you as my assigned person because ENGENE TWINS !! you are actually my first engene friend djdk yes i did say friend because we are legally friends now i dont make the rules. thanks for answering my random ass questions and for screaming about enhypen with me <33 you are a really cool and wholesome bean and i hope we can continue being friends hihi ily

— your 🎄 anon, Bar <3

[supernaturalfreewill]

Words: 5,103 Gabriel x Reader Warnings: none! A/N: This is part of a series! Read Part 1 first!

Your name: submit What is this?

The first door standing open down the long hallway was obviously your bedroom, and Gabriel wasn’t shy about stepping inside. At first, he simply stood in the center and glanced around eagerly, bouncing a little on his feet as he surveyed the space.

Cas followed him in much more tentatively, but curious as to what his purpose was.

“This is it, huh?” He strolled over to the small desk in one corner and picked up an open notebook and some loose papers, studying them closely. Apparently, nothing there really held his interest because he abandoned them quickly and started sliding open desk drawers.

“This is—I think this is what humans would call an ‘invasion of privacy,’” Cas said.

“Gabriel, I really don’t think you should—” Cas tried to argue, but the archangel simply shushed him and opened the cover. He ran his fingers over your handwriting—the impressions were deep on the page and he liked the slanting, hurried cursive. “Ghouls in Minnesota, Vampire in New York, Werewolf in Arkansas… This is nothing but hunting notes,” he said with disappointment, flipping through the pages.

“What did you expect?” Cas asked him.

“Something with a little more insight into who Y/N is, perhaps,” Gabriel said, shutting and typing the journal closed again and replacing it in the false bottom of your drawer, kicking it closed with his boot. “Hopes, dreams, roots, deepest secrets… that sort of thing,” he said.

Cas’s brow drew down low over his eyes again. “Knowing Y/N, I seriously doubt you will find any of that in writing in here…”

“Well, that’s just wishful thinking. Best case scenario. I will just have to get creative,” he said. Gabriel spun and looked at the small bedside table. There was a novel sitting on it and he grabbed it, opening it to the bookmark. “Y/N is an avid reader, hmm?” he said, more to himself than to Cas. “This is an ambitious read.” He studied the bookmark which was a folded piece of paper. When he opened it, it was a printed photo of you, Sam and Dean, and Cas. Sam had his arm draped over your shoulders and all of you were smiling for once. Gabriel stared at it for a long moment and Cas watched his expression soften into a thoughtful, faraway look. Finally, he folded it up again gently and replaced it in the novel, leaving it on your side table just the way he had found it.

Next, Gabriel went over to the dresser and glanced at Cas with a smirk on his face. “You know, it’s strange but most humans keep their delicate underthings in the exact same place—top drawer—” he said, grasping the handle.

Cas slammed his hand into the drawer keeping it closed and Gabriel looked at him in surprise. “I really think you’ve done enough spying.” Cas’s voice and expression were stern now, but it only elicited a mischievous glint in Gabriel’s golden eyes.

“Spying? I’m just trying to get to know this Y/N better,” Gabriel argued, doing his best to sound innocent. “I mean, so far all I know is she’s related to the two meatheads and hangs around with you. And, though it may be a surprise to you, that doesn’t actually tell me anything I’d like to know.”

“If you want to get to know her, why don’t you just go visit her now? Or wait and meet her when she’s back.”

Gabriel gave Cas a skeptical look. “Oh, yes. I’m sure Sam and Dean will have no problem with me sniffing around their Baby Sister. They’re not known to be particularly suspicious or protective.” His tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Especially after all those Dead Dean Days…”

Cas grimaced a little at the thought. “Well… you also saved them by facing Lucifer. They will not have forgotten that. You redeemed yourself, at least in part,” Cas said, tilting his head in his familiar habit.

The archangel looked surprisingly uncomfortable with Cas’s sincerity. “Fine. Enough snooping. Come on, brother,” he said, laying a heavy hand on Cas’s shoulder. “Let’s grab a drink and you can tell me all about losing your grace and what mortality feels like.”

Cas frowned, but he didn’t object. He was glad just to get Gabriel out of your room…

_ _ _ _ _ _

Several weeks later

You leaned your head back on the pillows and let out a frustrated groan. “UGH! Where is this doctor?!” you demanded.

Sam gave you a look. “I’m sure he’s on his way,” he said gently, trying to placate you.

You threw off your blankets and climbed out of the hospital bed onto your feet, moving a little hunched over as you rolled your IV stand with you.

“Whoa, whoa! Hey!” Dean jumped up and stopped you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I can’t stay in that bed another minute or I’m gonna lose it!”

“We’re not even sure if you’re going to get released today, so you might as well get used to the idea that you may have to stay in that bed for a couple more days,” he retorted. “So, get back in bed!”

You vehemently pointed a finger in his face. “HEY. You’re not my doctor! You don’t get to boss me around!”

Dean drew himself up to his full height and gave you a severe look.

You didn’t waver. “I’m not scared of you!”

This drew a laugh from Sam and when you glanced over he was shaking his head. “Y/N, please just at least sit down. I’m sure the doctor—”

“—is in!” As if on cue your doctor strolled through the door, you chart in his hand. He gave you a big smile. “Alright, Y/N. Hop back up on the bed again, would you? Let’s see how you’re doing.”

He hadn’t even examined your incision yet and the words were spilling out of you. “Can I go home today?” you asked urgently.

This elicited a laugh from him and he gave you an appraising look. “As soon as I know, you’ll know,” he said diplomatically.

You tried to be a good patient and sit perfectly still as he checked your incision but you couldn’t help fidgeting and chewing your bottom lip. The doctor straightened back up and crossed his arms. “Well, no sign of infection. Incision seems to be healing nicely, so—” “YES!” you exclaimed.

“SO,” he continued through a smile, “I’m going to release you but with very strict instructions. I need you to really hear me right now, Y/N. Okay?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes. I’m listening.”

“NO lifting anything heavier than a few pounds—you know what, no lifting anything, okay? Absolutes seem safer with you. And you are NOT to be doing anything physical for 3 more weeks, at which time you can start with some easy physical activity. Long walks, some stretching, that kind of stuff. And you will need to get another post-op check-up around then too.”

You nodded. “Okay. I got it.”

“Now, your brothers here ARE now in charge since I can’t be there to keep you in line,” he said, a knowing smile on his face. He must have overheard you and Dean from the hallway.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you argued.

“I’m not kidding. You need to let them take care of you. And you two,” he said, pointing at Sam and Dean in turn, “need to make sure she rests.”

A gruff laugh escaped Dean. “Easier said than done.”

“I know,” the doctor said. “I’ve been dealing with her for only about a month. You two have been dealing with her for a lifetime,” he joked, shooting you a glance.

“I’m right here, you know!” you burst out. “I can hear everything you’re saying!”

The doctor laughed and held out a hand to you. “Y/N, it’s been a pleasure to watch you recover. Now be well, and rest.”

This time you didn’t have anything snarky to say and just grasped his hand in yours and shook it. “Thank you. For… not letting me die and stuff.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You’re welcome. Gentleman,” he turned to Sam and Dean who both shook his hand and thanked him repeatedly. “The nurse will be in shortly to take care of that IV and check you out. Take care.”

You watched him go with a triumphant smile on your face. Sam and Dean both looked a little anxious, however. “Oh, come on, guys! He said I’m fine. We can go home!”

“You heard the doctor though. Seriously, Y/N. You’re on house arrest,” Dean said forcefully.

“Whatever. I don’t even care. Just get me out of here,” you said climbing down to your feet again. Soon a nurse came in and removed your IV. You kicked Sam and Dean out of the room so you could change out of your hospital gown for the first time in what felt like years. Another few minutes and you were stepping into the hallway, a huge grin on your face.

Sam shouldered your bag and gave you an appraising look. “You alright?” You were still a little hunched over. Straightening up completely still made you sore.

“I’m great,” you said. “Look! I’m wearing actual clothes!” You glanced down at the sweatpants and t-shirt you had pulled on. “Sort of.”

Dean couldn’t help smiling at you fondly while shaking his head. “You sure you don’t want me to go grab a wheelchair? It’s a bit of a walk.”

You scowled at him.

“I’m being serious, Y/N,” Dean said, the gravel in his voice deepening. “You’ve only done short walks around the floor.”

“There is no way in hell you’re getting me in a wheelchair.”

You managed to make it out to the Impala, though Dean had insisted on driving right up to the exit to pick you up. You slid into the back seat and sighed. “Oh, I missed you, Baby,” you said out loud, sinking in to the familiar seat and breathing in that particular smell that always made you remember road trips and hunts and late-night cheeseburgers.

Dean smiled at you in the rearview mirror. He lowered his voice and turned to Sam. “You talk to Cas?” he asked in an undertone.

“No. It still just keeps going straight to voicemail,” Sam said. “But he texted me again… to explain the origins of pineapple,” Sam said, a tight smile on his face. “It took like 30 texts.”

“What the hell is going on with him? He’s been weirder than usual.”

“Well, he has been trapped at the bunker alone for kind of a long time…” Sam said.

“He could have talked with us if he would ever answer his goddamn phone,” Dean countered, turning onto the highway. “Maybe he’s finally cracked.”

“Who?” you asked, leaning forward and resting your hands on the back of the front seat.

“Nobody,” Dean said. You scoffed.

“That’s convincing…” you said under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Why don’t you just focus on getting all healed up and let Sammy and me worry about everything else, alright?”

“You know, it’s weird, but my cells do that part pretty much on their own. It doesn’t require much conscious thought on my part. So, if someone has cracked—”

“Nobody’s cracked,” Dean said gruffly, hands steady on the wheel.

“You just said—"

“I just said nothing for you to worry about,” Dean said finally.

You let out a frustrated growl and changed tactics. “Fine. I’ll change the subject,” you said smugly.

“Thank you…”

“Any news on Gabriel?” you asked loudly, sinking back into your seat comfortably.

There was a long, silent pause from the front seat and you could see that Dean’s grip on the steering wheel had tightened.

Sam turned partially around, one arm on the seat back and looked at you. “You know there isn’t.” “No, I don’t know that. You two are obviously keeping something from me, so I think it is fair to assume you’re keeping other stuff from me too.”

“We really don’t know anything about Gabriel,” Sam said, sincerity written all over his face.

You chewed your bottom lip anxiously. Sam took in your expression. “Have you—seen him again?” he asked.

“No. No, nothing like that but since that happened, I just have this feeling—he said we would be seeing each other again and it’s like, in my core, I know that’s true.” You looked up and caught Sam’s eyes, they were steady on your face and narrowed slightly in concern. “I know that doesn’t make any sense and I know you and Dean said he’s gone but it’s such a strong feeling. I don’t really know how to explain it.”

“I believe you,” Sam said. “For now, I guess we just have to wait…”

Many hours later, Dean finally pulled the Impala into the underground garage at the bunker and opened the door for you. Inside, an archangel and a graceless angel perked up as they heard noise in the garage. Cas shot upright and glanced over at Gabriel, who only smiled serenely back at him.

“Showtime!”

Cas gave him an apprehensive look and started off in the direction of the garage immediately. Gabriel followed, but at a leisurely pace, seemingly completely unconcerned.

But Cas didn’t know that this was mostly an act. There was a strange sensation in Gabriel’s chest and it was growing the closer he came to the moment when he would see you—meet you—for real this time, not in some mind dreamscape. He couldn’t even explain to himself why but he felt that this moment was going to change everything for him in some way—he knew no reason why that would be true. He had been fascinated with you since he first became aware again and had been thrust into some role connected with you… but he had this feeling, like a heavy block of cement in the middle of his chest sitting on top of his heart which was maddening in its oddity. It was like expectation and something more had solidified and despite all his trying he couldn’t shift it.

Dean pushed through the door into the bunker trailed closely by you, and then Sam hauling your bag and his own. “Cas?!” Dean roared. “Are you alive in here?”

Cas came hurrying around a corner in the hallway and his expression stopped all of you dead in your tracks. His blue eyes were wide and his face was quite pale, further making the shocking blue stand out.

“…what’s going on?” Dean asked. He was immediately reaching for his pistol.

“Don’t panic, but there’s someone here—”

“How is that supposed to make me not panic?!”

“Cas, do I need to get Y/N out of here?” Sam demanded over your shoulder, already trying to move around you to shield you protectively.

You were surprisingly quiet and Dean looked over his shoulder at you. Your heart was pounding in your chest. “Cas, who is it?” you asked quietly.

He only swallowed at the tightness in his throat and opened his mouth to offer some kind of explanation, but no sound came out. You felt like you didn’t really need him to answer anyway. You already knew.

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

A second figure now came around the corner and Dean dropped his duffel bag where he stood, his fists clenched.

“Welcome home, Winchester Clan!” Gabriel said cheerfully, his arms spread wide.

There was just a stretch of tense silence between all of you which the archangel finally broke again. “Dean, if you wouldn’t mind just stepping a liiiittle bit to your right so I can—”

“What the hell are you doing here? How are you here?!” Dean demanded, his jaw tensing.

“That’s how you want to start this?” Gabriel asked, a grimace on his face. “Come on, Dean. I’m here to help. I’m not here to kill you over and over again. Not this time. I promise. Scout’s honor.” He made a small cross over his heart with one finger. Gabriel tilted his head, trying to look around Dean to get a better view of you, but it wasn’t necessary because the next moment you stepped around him slowly.

He couldn’t help the small smile that grew on his face. You found the golden light in his eyes staggering, just as you remembered it from your vision.

“…you,” was all you could get out. Sam and Dean exchanged a tense glance.

He bounced a little on the balls of his feet and slipped his hands into his pockets, actually the result of nerves, but he was hoping it just made him look nonchalant and nonplussed. “Me.”

“You’re—but you’re… What are you doing here?” you asked quietly.

“I told you we’d be seeing each other again, didn’t I? You didn’t believe me?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow at you. You didn’t answer, just peered at him intensely.

He inclined his chin a little as he studied you. “Here—” he said. He moved around Cas and started toward you but was immediately met with loud yells and threats from the Sam and Dean causing him to stop abruptly and raise his hands, palms out. “Guys, guys, guys! Would you two just chill? Really! After all we’ve been through… I’d like to heal what’s left of that nasty gunshot wound if Y/N will let me. Or are you opposed to that? Because she’s in a lot more pain than she’s letting on. I’m guessing she’s hiding it so you two won’t go all crazy protective over her for the rest of her life.”

“No, I’m not!” you argued. Gabriel gave you a skeptical look.

“I can feel it,” he said. When he spoke those words there was something almost desperate in them. “Let me heal you. Please.”

You swallowed hard at the nervous lump in your throat and stepped around Dean again, giving him a small glance. “It’s okay,” you said.

Gabriel stopped right in front of you and gently touched two fingers to your forehead.

You straightened up immediately and breathed in a deep breath, completely filling your lungs, something you hadn’t been able to do without pangs of pain since you’d been shot. Your shoulders relaxed and you gave him a grateful but perplexed look. “Thanks.”

“Welcome home,” he said again, but this time it was quiet, like it was only for your ears. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the fingertips that had just touched your skin. They felt strange, almost like the sensation when your foot falls asleep.

Dean suddenly interrupted the moment by pushing past Gabriel and heading toward the front of the bunker at high speed. Cas turned and jogged to catch up with him, wilting a little under the scowl Dean sent his way.

“Cas, you couldn’t have given us a heads up?” Dean asked angrily.

“You don’t think I tried? He broke every single phone I had and all the new ones I managed to get a hold of. And it’s not exactly like I could just fly over, is it?” he finished bitterly.

Sam stopped next to the two of them and dropped his duffel bag. “So… all those weird texts weren’t from you,” he said with sudden understanding.

Cas looked confused. “What? Weird texts? No. What weird texts?”

The Winchesters and Cas suddenly heard laughter behind them and turned to see Gabriel standing in the doorway with a satisfied smirk. Their expressions were stern.

“Oh, come on! That series of texts about the fuzzy toilet seat lid covers? The ‘bedtime thoughts’ texts? Pure genius on my part. You have to see the humor in this!” Gabriel simply watched as the muscles in their jaws twitched.

Dean rubbed a hand over the stubble on his chin. “Goddammit. What the hell is going on?” He turned and looked to Sam who was still just staring in Gabriel’s direction with somewhat wide eyes.

“It’s really not that complicated, Dean. I was sent back to watch out for Y/N. And that’s really all I know.”

This caused deep wrinkles in both Sam and Dean’s foreheads. “Okay, first of all, your definition of ‘not complicated’ could use some adjustment. I would say a DEAD archangel coming back to life is pretty complicated. Second, why does she need anyone more than us watching out for her?” Dean growled.

“Well, seeing as she was just shot and almost died I don’t think I need to really answer that question,” Gabriel snarked back.

Dean’s jaw and fists tensed and Cas stepped forward to put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from attempting to throttle the archangel. Gabriel only smiled serenely.

“That wasn’t their fault,” you argued, having just appeared behind Gabriel in the doorway, feeling sick again because you knew your brothers were already blaming themselves. “It could have been any one of us.”

“But it wasn’t,” Gabriel pointed out.

You looked suddenly weary. “I don’t know why we’re still talking about this at all. I’m completely fine. Better than fine now that I’m magically healed me up. I feel like there are more important things we should be discussing.”

Gabriel raised a finger, like he had a sudden idea. “You’re right. Chiefly, I need to know everything about you. Your likes, your dislikes, formative childhood experiences, deepest darkest secrets—”

You crossed your arms over your chest and were about to snark something back at the archangel but Dean beat you to it. “Alright. That’s enough!” he growled. “You were supposedly sent here to protect her, not be a total creep. You’ve just met her and you’re already trying to invade her privacy,” he said gruffly, his green eyes piercing on the angel’s face.

“Well, technically I think he already—” Cas tried to stop himself but it was too late and your eyes snapped over to Gabriel as he winced and anxiously ran a hand through his hair. Your mouth was hanging partially open and your expression was incredulous.

“What the hell did you do?” you demanded. When he didn’t answer and only shrugged vaguely, the corners of his mouth pulling down in a frown, you turned to Cas again who was doing his best to look anywhere but in your direction. “Cas… Cas! Look at me!”

Gabriel spun and locked his eyes on Cas as well. “Brother, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll be quiet…” he said through his teeth, keeping a forced smile fixed on his face.

“We all know you aren’t good at lying, Cas. Even a lie of omission. Are you really going to lie to me? After everything I’ve just been through?” You purposely tugged on his heartstrings and walked toward him so he had no choice but to glance at you as you moved closer. “Cas, I almost died. And you’re not going to tell me what this archangel who is supposedly here to watch out for me was up to?”

Gabriel shot you a look that was both a little stunned and impressed. “That’s low,” he said. You raised your eyebrows at him and then turned back to Cas again.

You could see the internal turmoil crescendoing until it finally burst out of him. “He went through some of your things in your room. I tried to stop him but—”

“Dude!” Sam exclaimed, his jaw clenching with anger. Dean shut his eyes against the rising tide of rage and his fists tightened. `

Your jaw dropped open again and you turned back to Gabriel and away from a very conflicted-looking Castiel. “What the hell!?” you demanded angrily. “Haven’t you heard of privacy? What exactly gave you the right to go through my room?”

He looked a tinge guilty for a moment before rearranging his features into a questioning expression. “Well, I think I should know a little about my charge—”

You shot a glare at him that was piercing and Gabriel felt his throat tighten. “Your charge? Let’s get one thing straight right now… I’m not your ‘charge’. You do not get to boss me around or make decisions for me.”

Gabriel tilted his head and gave you a peculiar look. “Well… strictly speaking I don’t think that’s true… You see, I’m supposed to protect you which means that I get to decide—”

You interrupted him angrily. “No. No, you don’t get to decide.” You looked at Cas and your brothers who all looked pretty unhappy about what had just played out. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” As you started down the hall, you heard his footsteps following behind you and as you reached the door to your room you spun to face him. “What do you think you’re doing?” you demanded.

Gabriel looked around as if he was expecting you to be talking to someone other than him, but he saw no one else. “Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“I’m just doing my job. You said you’re going to bed so I’m going to watch over you and—”

You angrily bit the inside of your cheek. “No. You’re not. You can stay the hell away from me while I sleep. You’re not setting foot in my room again.”

“Oh, come on! Y/N, please. You’re not really mad about—”

You turned abruptly and slammed the door in his face. Okay, so maybe you were really mad… “You know I can just appear in your room! I’m an archangel. An oak door isn’t—” The door whipped open again and you stood there fuming.

“Go away.” Your voice was quiet but Gabriel could easily hear the anger in it and for now he decided just to back off. You slammed the door in his face again and he sighed heavily, running a hand back through his hair.

Sometime later, Cas wandered down the hall and found Gabriel sitting on the floor, his back up against the wall just beside your shut door, his legs stretched out in front of him. Gabriel looked at him as he approached.

Cas didn’t say anything, just took a seat beside the archangel on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him and staring at his shoes. Gabriel broke the silence first. “Look how far I’ve come,” he said, his tone clearly sarcastic. “I used to lead legions and now I’ve been assigned as some kind of glorified babysitter and here I am, a fallen archangel, sitting on the floor outside her door.”

“You probably wouldn’t be sitting here on the floor if you hadn’t botched that meeting with Y/N so spectacularly,” Cas mused. To his surprise the archangel actually laughed and glanced over at him.

“Yeah, I think you’re right about that, Castiel.” Gabriel sighed, leaning his head back against the wall. “I have a tendency toward self-destructive behavior.”

“When I was an angel, I mean—with my grace, so did I,” Cas said. “Perhaps there is something about being so-called ‘immortal’ that makes us reckless with our own lives.”

Gabriel sighed again heavily. “Perhaps.”

Cas looked over at him and he could see genuine worry on his brother’s face. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine in the morning. She’s tough. Strong. But kind-hearted. She’ll let you make up for it.” Cas fiddled with the hem of his sleeve. “I see such a mixture of Sam and Dean in her.”

This only drew Gabriel’s brow down more deeply. “That’s what I’m worried about,” he said thoughtfully. “I don’t know why I was sent to protect her, but I do know how reckless the Winchesters are with their lives. And all without a single drop of grace.”

Cas’s lips curved ever so slightly in a thoughtful smile. “Yes. But selfless.”

Gabriel glanced over at his brother and felt a pang in his heart for his graceless friend. “Do you miss your trench coat and suit?” he asked him.

Cas’s eyes lifted in surprise at the question and he glanced down at his sweatshirt, picking a piece of lint off the sleeve. “I do. But… it felt wrong wearing it somehow. Like being in a suit of armor while not on the battlefield.”

Gabriel nodded and leaned his head back against the wall. A few moments of comfortable silence passed before he broke it. “I’m sorry for being such a dick since I arrived. All the phones… all the lying… all the snooping. It’s strange to say but I had a level of-—anxiety,” he tilted his head in a question, not even entirely sure that was the right word for what he had been feeling, “about meeting Y/N. And I still messed it up.”

Cas sighed again and patted a gentle hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Tomorrow is a new day.” He climbed to his feet and looked down at the archangel, a strange sight sitting like a child on the floor during time-out. “Tomorrow. Goodnight, brother.”

[catxsnow]

SAME FATE J.T.

Request: Hi, I have loved your work as of late I mean top tier work. I was wondering if you can do platonic Jason Todd imagine where the reader was the newest robin and a spitting image of him when he was robin so happy and proud to be a robin and Jason hates her because of it and one day he sort of leads her into a trap just to scare her and something wrong. She is killed by it and beyond being brought back by the pit. Sorry for the angst, I am just in an angsty mood and know that you will do it justice.

Warning: death, blood, angst. 

A/N: I changed the request a little bit, hope you don’t mind. Just didn’t quite see Jason doing this but I think I envisioned enough angst in here to satisfy you. 

Hope you enjoy! Requests are still open :)

GIF not mine

Word count: 2.1k

Jason Todd didn't like you. At all.

Everyone knew it: Bruce, Dick, Tim - they were all aware of how much the second Robin hated you. Even you were aware of it, even though you had done nothing to him to make him feel this way. He even hated you more than Tim and Tim was the one to take his spot as Robin. You had taken Tim's place and if anyone was to be angry it should have been him.

Instead, it was Jason.

No one knew why he hated you so much - in fact everyone thought that the two of you would have gotten along well considering how similar you were. Much like Jason, you had extremely terrible parents. Neither of them cared about you, put food on the table, and most times there wasn't even a roof of your head.

All the money that was brought in was spent on drugs and alcohol and whatever item that had value of your had to be well hidden if you wanted to keep it. All in all, when your father was sent to jail and your mom died of overdose? You didn't complain about it. Life was easier without them in it.

That was when Bruce found you. He had taken you in to live in the Manor and trained you to be the next Robin. You had learned pretty quick too, it was only months that you were there before taking Tim's mantle. The difference between the two of you and how you upheld Robin was drastic.

The first time you had tried on the suit, you had nearly screamed with excitement. Bruce watched you prance around the batcave with a grin on your face. You flipped and jump around, showing off some of the moves you had been taught. 

“This is best thing that’s ever happened to me!” You were so proud to take on the mantle of Robin. When you were a kid, Batman and Robin would always bring you hope that things would be better, that they would change. Now, you got to make that happen yourself. 

God, did Bruce see so much Jason in you. 

You were reckless, dauntless when it came to being out in the streets beside Batman. Running towards bullets, narrowly escaping time and time again, you lived on the edge. Just like Jason. Also just like him, you were aggressive to the point that Bruce couldn't control you just like he couldn't control Jason.

Everyday he saw more and more of his second son in you. Bruce knew that he needed to keep you from making the same mistake that Jason ever did. He couldn't lose you too - even if Jason was back from the dead. No one was willing to take that same risk again, not without a Lazarus pit hidden within the batcave.

Each and every time that Jason showed up to the Manor, he had vocally expressed how he didn't like you. He was rude and undermining to you more than to anyone else. It hurt more than you thought it would. In a lot of ways, you looked up to Jason.

The way that he upheld Robin was something that you always thrived for. You wanted to be like him but, the more that you pushed to be like him, the more he seemed to hate you. He made you doubt your skill as Robin and as yourself. Jason was terrible to you, and you never knew why.

Night after night you would cry yourself to sleep. It wasn't often that someone would get to you but Jason had managed to do it. He didn't just break your walls down, he demolished them. Jason made you feel like a weak little girl, something that you hadn't felt like in years. After everything that you had gone through in life, this shouldn't have been your weakness, yet it was.

The night that you went patrolling on your own was a stormy one. Rain droplets blocked your vision and made everything twice as hard as it normally was. Bruce was busy with an event for WE and you weren't ready to call it a night. Crime didn't stop just because there was rain.

The night went as it always did. Taking out anyone you saw breaking the law and bounding across the city to find someone else to bring to justice. It was nights like those that made you wonder why Jason hated you so much - you were doing great on your own. In fact, you had to admit that you were just as good as he was.

Tim saw it in you. From what he knew about Jason, you not only had the same amount of skill, but the same kind. Bruce had confided in him about how much he saw Jason in you and how worried it made him.

He should have been more worried.

As the night seemed to get quiet, you had let your guard down. That had been the mostly costly mistake that you had ever made. You had just finished knocking out some sleeze when another figure arrived. Between the loud booms of thunder and the traffic on the street, you couldn't hear them approach you.

Before you could even turn around, you were out cold.

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The second that Bruce got the picture of you he sent every resource available searching Gotham for you.

It was Penguin that had captured you - why, he still didn't know. The picture that was published for all the world to see was of you completely bloody and bruised. You hung from chains by your wrists, blood dripping from your face, soaking your suit, and onto the cement. You looked terrible.

The picture was posted on every single news channel, article, papers, it was everywhere. Penguin wanted to city to know that he could capture a Robin and torture them without getting caught. He had Batman in the palm of his hand if he ever wished to see his precious Robin again.

Bruce had everyone searching for you. Even Jason Todd, the one person on this planet that seemed to hate your guts, agreed to help find you. It had been a long time since any of them had seen Bruce this worried about someone. He had every right to be, this exact situation happened to Jason only a few years ago.

At least Penguin was a little more sane.

It had been just over forty-eight hours since you had been taken. Forty-eight hours of nothing but torture and pain. Bruce couldn't imagine what you were going through right now, he didn't want to. The entire time he hadn't slept, he had only been focused on finding you. This couldn't happen to him again.

Jason Todd might have hated you, but he knew that no one ever deserved to be in the same situation that he was in. That was why he spent day and night searching for you. Penguin had hid you well, too well for anyone to find you - hell they didn't even know if you were still in Gotham or not.

It was late at night when the video broadcast on every screen in Gotham. You looked worse than before. Suit torn, more blood and bruises than skin. Your head hung low and you could barely stand any longer. Penguin had put a number on you.

"Batman..." You coughed, blood spit down your chin and onto the floor. One of the Penguin's goons lifted your head up by the hair so that you fully faced the camera. "Penguin...  admits he's got the smallest dick in Gotham and not even a goat would -"

The camera shut off the moment that you got another punch to the face. As dire of a situation that this was, Jason couldn't help but chuckle at you. Even in the face of death - you were going to give them hell.

"Got them," Tim's voice echoed over the comms. Thankfully, you had been on air just long enough or him to track down the signal. "He's got her in a warehouse down on fourth and twentieth."

"I'm right there, I'll go," Jason responded. He was already starting up his bike and driving to the warehouse that you were supposedly in. God forbid that Tim was right - after the comment you made Penguin was not going to be happy.

Jason's bike barely stopped before he hopped up. The place looked empty - the only sign of life was a singular light going off in the building. Gun's out and up, he kicked open the door and was ready to shoot anyone that stood in his way. However, there was no one. For a second, he thought that Tim had gotten the place wrong until he saw a lump of red, green, and yellow lit up.

Jason holstered his guns and ran over to you. A pool of blood surrounded your limp body and as he turned you onto your back, he had seen while. Two bullet holes punctured your suit and deep into your abdomen.

"Fuck," Jason muttered. He pulled his helmet off, not wanting to scare you more than you already were. You eyes fluttered up to him and you had to use all of your strength just to keep them open. "Batman, fuck, hurry."

Jason pressed down on your fresh wounds in hope to stop the bleeding but it already looked like you had lost too much. There was no way that he could move you - not when he only had his bike with him.

"You're gonna be just fine, (Y/N)," Jason tried to comfort you. You didn't feel the need to be comforted - in fact you didn't feel anything at all. Jason'a face was blurry above you and a ringing vibrated through your ears. No pain was felt in your body, just acceptance. "Stay with me."

"Bru..." You tried to talk but nothing was able to come out. Blood stained your teeth, only the metallic taste of blood was what you could sense. "Sorry..."

This time, your eyes didn't open again. "(Y/N)," Jason called to you. Your body was completely dead weight in his arms and your chest no longer rose up. "(Y/N)," Jason tried again. He ripped off his gloves and pressed his fingers to your neck. No pulse. "No! (Y/N)!"

Jason felt an overwhelming sadness fill his chest. For years he was never fond of you. You were reckless, dangerous, even a threat to this team. You cared about the thrill of it all no matter what kind of spot that put you in. You came from a broken home, just excited that you finally had a roof over your head.

You were just like him.

That was why Jason hated you so much. You reminded him too much of himself. Too much of what he used to be before Joker had gotten to him. Every time he looked at you, all he could see was what his life used to be like. He had everything he could have wanted, just like you had.

Whatever sick people looked over you had the same kind of fate in mind. You had gotten the same terrible ending that he had gotten. The ending that he didn't want for Tim, that he didn't want for you. That was why he hated you so much.

“Fuck, (Y/N). I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Jason’s voice cracked as he held back sobs. 

The sadness and grief that filled Jason's chest grew so much that he could no longer contain it. Tears slid down his cheeks as he held onto your body. Sobs echoed through the empty warehouse for the loss of Robin. Jason had reached his breaking point with you.

He was angry with himself for neglecting you all these years. After being able to see so much of himself in you, he should have known that you could have followed him down the same path, he just didn't expect it to be this one. He never expected anyone to be in this same position again, especially with someone other than the joker.

Jason could have taken you under his protection, he could have taught you everything that he knew. Bruce had told him that you looked up to him in so many ways and he denied that you ever cared about him. It was easier to look you than to see the similarities within you.

Bruce had arrived too late as well. The second that he saw your dead body in Jason's arms, he had fallen to his knees in despair. Bruce has to watch his Robin die for a second time. What broke him even more, was seeing the absolute heartbreak on Jason's face. They had all been too late.

Jason Todd had failed you, and he was going to live with that guilt for the rest of his life.

[myonechicagoworld]

CHICAGO FIRE – FIREWORKS (S01E18)

                                            [car door shuts]

Gabby Dawson: Hey, Chief. I just thought I’d… catch you before

                            shift started.

Chief Boden: You caught me.

Gabby Dawson: Uh, good morning, first of all.

Chief Boden: Morning.

Gabby Dawson: So obviously I heard what I heard last night. And I

                            guess I’m just trying to figure out what to do about

                            it now that it’s kind of out in the open.

Chief Boden: It’s not out in the open.

Gabby Dawson: Well, I mean it’s out in the open for me, because I

                            don’t know if you’re aware or not, but Pete and I

                            are dating.

Chief Boden: I’m aware.

Gabby Dawson: So you may also be aware that Pete’s become

                            increasingly convinced that people are keeping

                            secrets from him about his dad, vis à vis…

                            Are you gonna tell him what’s going on before he

                            hears it from Kelly’s dad?

Chief Boden: Benny Severide is not gonna be coming around 51

                       anymore.

Gabby Dawson: Still, Pete is gonna keep digging until he finds out.

Chief Boden: Gabby, your dogged inquisitiveness…is one of the

                       qualities that makes you such an effective paramedic.

                       But it is of no use to you in this matter, which is a

                       private one.

                       If you care about Mills like I think you do… drop it.

                       I’ll see you back at the house.

                                           cutscene

                                  [food sizzling in pan]

Benny Severide: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Morning.

Benny Severide: Morning. We got scrapple and we got eggs.

                             Grab a seat. There you go.

Kelly Severide: Thanks.

Benny Severide: So, um… Whoritsky’s offered me a teaching post,

                             and I’m-I’m thinking about doing it. Figured I

                             could come down and see you ever couple

                             weeks, hang out. What do you think?

Kelly Severide: Sounds good.

Benny Severide: Will probably have to spend one more shift at the

                             house. Kind of re-familiarise myself with a couple

                             of things. So why don’t you tell Boden I’ll be there

                             about noon.

Kelly Severide: What the hell’s going on with you and Boden?

Benny Severide: Look, Wally and me, we go way back. He and I,

                             one minute we’re at each other’s throats and-and

                             the next I’m helping to put a new deck on his

                             house, okay? This is nothing new.

                             Look, I promise you, I-I’ll be a choir boy, okay?

                             A mute choir boy.

                                                  cutscene

Chief Boden: Keep that 2 ½ on the roof line. I don’t want a flare-up

                       spreading to other buildings.

Kelly Severide: Oh, hey, sir, sir. You’re gonna want to stand back,

                           okay?

Man 1 (Owner): It’s my restaurant, are-are my employees safe?

Kelly Severide: (into radio) Hey, Casey, you got a search status?

Matt Casey: (into radio) Building’s clear, just opening up the ceiling.

                      Pop a couple of these tiles.

                                               [tiles breaking]

Kelly Severide: Building was empty, your people are out.

Man 1 (Owner): Son of a bitch said I’d pay. I never thought he’d go

                           this far.

Kelly Severide: Yeah?

Man 1 (Owner): Ten years without a grease fire. I opened four

                            restaurants in the union, suddenly he sees money.

                            I refused to sign. They send this thug!

Kelly Severide: Sounds like you’re gonna want to talk to CPD.

Man 1 (Owner): What good would that do? This guy’s not gonna

                            stop until I’m-I’m ruined or dead.

Lady 1 (Owner’s Wife): [sobbing]

Matt Casey: (into radio) Okay, Chief, we’re almost done. Send in

                      engine for the wash down.

                                            [ceiling crashing]

Firefighter: Whoa!

Joe Cruz: Casey!

                                                   - title -

Peter Mills: Lieutenant!

Joe Cruz: Mills, get out of here!

                 [grunts]

                                     [glass shattering]

Joe Cruz: [groans]

Chief Boden: Hit him with the hose!

Joe Cruz: Come on!

                                     [water spraying]

Joe Cruz: Lieutenant!

Matt Casey: [grunts] I’m okay [pants]

                      Thanks, Cruz.

                                        [water spraying]

Matt Casey: Seriously, it’s fine. It didn’t burn through my gear.

Leslie Shay: Then what’s this?

Matt Casey: Ow.

Gabby Dawson: Hold still. It’s just a first-degree burn.

                            Will you give me that bandage?

                            Couple more seconds of whatever that was that

                            dumped down on you, it wouldn’t have stopped

                            at the jacket.

Leslie Shay: [sighs] It smells like fuel.

Otis Zvonecek: That’s ‘cause it was. Homemade gasoline fire

                           bombs in the ceiling.

Lady 1 (Owner’s Wife): [sobbing]

                                                  cutscene

Matt Casey: Back door was kicked in. It’s not like whoever did it

                      was making an attempt to hide it was arson.

Man 2 (James Whoritsky): CPD said they’d back seat to my office

                                             on this one.

Kelly Severide: On that union rep who was threatened by the owner

                           of the diner?

Man 2 (James Whoritsky): Yeah, your owner, Stuart Tuxhorn, filed a

                                              complaint against a, uh, Lou Krinsky

                                              last month. We’re checking it out, but

                                              with a case like this, the evidence is 

                                              circumstantial at best.

Kelly Severide: [chuckles] Yeah.

Man 2 (James Whoritsky): Did I say something funny?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, this union guy, if he’s connected to city

                           politics, you can’t tell me that someone isn’t

                           already trying to get this buried.

Chief Boden: Look, we’re good here. Just keep us posted.

Kelly Severide: Can I talk to you a sec?

                           My old man wants to come by the house again.

Chief Boden: Kelly, I don’t think that’s a good idea.

                                            [door closes]

Kelly Severide: Whatever business you guys got, that’s your

                           business. But he said he’ll be a choir boy and

                           it’s-it’s one more shift.

Chief Boden: Here’s the deal, Kelly. I don’t know what your dad

                       has told you…

Kelly Severide: He hasn’t told me dick.

Chief Boden: Some guys when they retire and they come back

                        around the job, for some reason, they gotta tear

                        it down. I’m no psychologist, but your dad, he’s

                        always been really adept at tearing things down.

                        So that he’s the only one left standing. He has a

                        take on how Peter Mills’ father died, and it’s

                        untrue. And that would hurt Pete if that were

                        thrown in his face. I will not allow your father to

                        do it. So it would be in everybody’s best interest

                        if you were to meet your father in another house.

                        So… you can tell him. Or I could tell him.

                                               [cell phone rings]

Benny Severide: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Hey. Uh, my buddy Jason Baseden over at Squad

                          One, you remember him?

Benny Severide: Yeah, sure, I remember Jason.

Kelly Severide: Well, he heard you were in town and he was…he 

                           was…he was, like, “get your old man over here!”

                           It’s a newer house, all the latest bells and whistles

                           and I can stop by later if we don’t get a call. So…

                           so stop over there, okay? Jason’s expecting you.

Benny Severide: Yeah, sure, of course. No problem.

                                               cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

Peter Mills: Hey. Um, hey, don’t be jealous, but, uh, Dolores down

                    at the records department of the academy… I sent her

                    a gift basket of cookies and brownies, just trying to

                    butter her up to try and get information on the fire my

                     dad died in, and… it worked. She sent me over the

                     Battalion Chief’s original report. And I am starting to

                     see why Boden and Kelly’s dad don’t want to talk

                     about it. Two firefighters dying and the other

                     fire-fighter’s wife was pregnant with her first child.

Gabby Dawson: Tough to relive through, you know?

Peter Mills: Yeah.

                     Well, Dolores is still searching, she’s gonna send me

                      anything that she finds.

                                              cutscene

Joe Cruz: [growls]

                                       [dog growling]

Leslie Shay: Hey, guys, what does ‘ebullient’ mean again?

Joe Cruz: No idea.

Mouch: Bull-like. To resemble a bull.

Otis Zvonecek: Means cheerful and energetic.

Mouch: Or that.

Leslie Shay: All right, thanks.

Otis Zvonecek: Why?

Leslie Shay: One of these guys used it to describe himself.

Matt Casey: Any guy that describes himself as ebullient, you don’t

                      want his sperm.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, right. Thanks.

Mouch: How much longer you gonna be on this donor kick?

Leslie Shay: Until I find the right guy.

Mouch: And you can just look at ‘em on your computer.

Leslie Shay: Mmhmm, like I’m doing right now. Correct.

Mouch: I admire your gumption. Most other people would, you

              know, keep that behind closed doors.

Leslie Shay: Every time Cindy gets pregnant, Herrmann plasters her

                      sonogram images all over the fridge. And what? I’m

                      supposed to hide in a corner?

Mouch: I said I admire your gumption.

                                      [phone vibrates]

Leslie Shay: Well, thanks.

Matt Casey: Hey Heather.

Heather Darden: I was in the neighbourhood.

Matt Casey: Great.

Heather Darden: Hey, um, did you notice an earring in your truck?

                             I’m missing one.

Matt Casey: Uh, I didn’t see it, but I can… I can take a look.

Heather Darden: Thank you.

                              Oh and by the way, Saturday the kids are staying

                              with my parents and I was planning on having

                              dinner with one of my girlfriends, but her dad’s

                              not doing so hot so she had to fly out to

                             Jacksonville. But I’ve already got that night free

                             so I was thinking, why don’t we grab dinner?

                                            cutscene

                                         [alert beeps]

Benny Severide: (over PA) Smoke eater in the house!

Kelly Severide: God damn it!

Benny Severide: Donut man in the house!

                            Donuts, everybody! Donuts!

Firefighters: Oh, hell yeah!

                              [indistinct shouting and cheering]

Benny Severide: Come and get it!

Kelly Severide: Hey, what happened to going to Squad one?

Benny Severide: I didn’t want to.

                            Come on, you guys, let’s get a donut.

                             Hi, Wally.

                             You know, I used to bring those to the ladies

                              in arson all the time. One of them, Ruthie,

                              she didn’t have anything personal in her office.

                              I mean, nothing. Not a family photo, nothing.

                              All she had behind her desk, right in the middle

                              of her tack board was this quote, “If you can’t

                              do anything about it, don’t worry about it.” And

                              I am, like, “Man, this Ruthie is locked into some

                              higher level stuff,” right?

Chief Boden: Benny, can I talk to you real quick?

Benny Severide: Yeah, just a second. So anyway, Ruthie retires

                             and I go in to say goodbye and I look at the

                             board and the quote is still there. And I say,

                             “Hey Ruthie, you forgot your quote.” And she

                              says, “That’s not mine, that was here when I

                              moved into the office.”

                                                   [laughter]

Benny Severide: All this time I thought she was like this oracle

                            or something, you know? Anyway, I kept the

                            quote. What the hell? Couldn’t hurt.

                             Lead the way, boss.

Chief Boden: You’re not welcome here.

Benny Severide: Yeah? Is that why you have my son hustle me

                             down the road?

Chief Boden: You are not welcome here.

Benny Severide: 25 years on the job, 15 of them in this house.

                             Nobody tells me when I can come and go!

Kelly Severide: Whatever you two are trying not to bring attention

                           to, guess what? You’re bringing attention to it.

Benny Severide: We got this, Kelly.

Kelly Severide: No you don’t!

                          He wants to stay here one more shift, that’s it.

                          Can you keep your mouth shut while you’re

                          here?

Benny Severide: Who the hell are you to tell me to…

Kelly Severide: It’s a yes or no question!

                                       [knocks on door]

Matt Casey: Lou Krinsky, restaurant workers local 553 is here.

                     Looking to talk to us.

Chief Boden: We’ll be right there.

Matt Casey: Do I need to turn the hose on you guys?

Chief Boden: We’re good. We’re fine. We’ll be right out.

                        Hmph. You always had all the answers.

                        But I’m gonna tell you, this is your only shift. You

                        try and show up again for a second, I will put an

                        ass kicking on you 20 years in the making.

Benny Severide: Ooh! You still got it, Wally. I was starting to think

                             all those bugles had turned you into a big

                             marshmallow.

                             It’s the way it’s always been with me and him.

Kelly Severide: You didn’t own this house. You rented it. And I’m

                           here now, so show me some respect.

                                            cutscene

Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): Just curious why a report coming from this

                                    house has the arson department trying to

                                    finger me for burning down a restaurant.

Matt Casey: That report conveyed the owner’s statement to us,

                      that’s all.

Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): Oh, okay. Well then, I would like to make

                                     a report. Tuxhorn… rapes baby seals.

                                     Put that in the report, have him have to

                                     defend it.

Chief Boden: This is between you and the fire investigations.

Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): Yeah, and it got that far because you

                                     guys took the word of some sweatshop

                                     owner over that of a fellow union brother.

                                      Why don’t you show some courtesy, talk

                                       to me first.

Kelly Severide: We’re not talking about a busboy who got fired,

                           Lou, this is serious business.

Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): I know. I’m being accused of starting it!

Kelly Severide: We just wrote down what we saw and heard.

Man 3 (Lou Krinsky): [scoffs]

Matt Casey: Guy’s a skull cracker.

                                            [door closes]

                                               cutscene

Leslie Shay: You’re awfully quiet? Everything all right?

Gabby Dawson: All right, let’s… let’s say that if you knew

                            something… What?

Leslie Shay: Nothing.

Gabby Dawson: No, no, no. Don’t give me that. What? What

                             is it?

Leslie Shay: Um…

                      [chuckling]

Gabby Dawson: Ohh… ohh…

Mouch: Oh, goodness gracious.

Leslie Shay: I’m not here to judge you.

Mouch: [stammers] I didn’t… see, that… when… when the…

              what?

Leslie Shay: I’m not here to judge you. I just want to know how

                      it works.

Mouch: Who else knows?

Leslie Shay: No one.

Mouch: Dawson?

Leslie Shay: Just Dawson.

Mouch: Oh Shay.

Leslie Shay: Don’t worry. She’s sworn to secrecy. But, Mouch, I

                      gotta ask. Six foot? 175?

Mouch: I aged out. It was my understanding they were gonna

              take that down.

Leslie Shay: Fine. Look, I got a million questions I’m gonna ask

                      you. Can I? Please?

Mouch: [sighs] Okay, I’m ready.

Leslie Shay: Great. First off, the sperm. Did you…

                                [fire alarm buzzes and blares]

Mouch: Oh!

(Over PA): Truck 81, Ambulance 61. Restaurant fire.

                                          [sirens blaring]

                                          [horn honking]

Kelly Severide: Mr Tuxhorn.

Man 1 (Owner/Tuxhorn): I never should have told you ‘cause

                                           he’s gonna bury me now.

Kelly Severide: Stay back.

Lady 2 (Bus Driver): I’m the one who called. I was making my

                                   stop and I saw a man on fire running

                                   through the restaurant.

Chief Boden: Okay, no one goes in. Hit it from the window. Quick

                       takedown. If that driver’s right, this is gonna be a

                       recovery.

                                         [water spraying]

Matt Casey: (into radio) Cleared the dining room and bathrooms.

                      No bodies. Moving into the kitchen.

Kelly Severide: Guess I don’t need to remind you to keep your

                           eyes on the ceiling.

Matt Casey: That’s exactly what I’m doing.

Kelly Severide: Hey. It’s the same entry point as the last fire.

Matt Casey: Wherever he is, he’s long gone.

                      (into radio) This is Casey. Building’s clear.

                                         [door swings open]

Kelly Severide: Uh Casey…

Matt Casey: (into radio) We need a medic.

                                      [indistinct radio chatter]

Gabby Dawson: [grunts] Let’s turn him over.

Leslie Shay: [grunts]

Gabby Dawson: Agonal breathing. Fire may have scorched his

                            lungs.

Matt Casey: How bad?

Gabby Dawson: I don’t know. Airway looks pretty fried.

Leslie Shay: His arms are burned. Can’t get a line in. He’s got

                      minutes at best.

Gabby Dawson: We move him or lose him. Give us a hand?

Leslie Shay: On three. Very gentle. One, two, three.

Gabby Dawson: (into radio) 61 to Main, let Lakeshore know we

                             are two minutes out with a burn victim.

Leslie Shay: Dawson…

Gabby Dawson: (into radio) 61 to Main. Cancel that. Victim is

                            DOA. We will transport from scene for safety.

Dispatcher: Copy that 61… [continues indistinctively]

                                               cutscene

Man 2 (James Whoristsky): Well, we verified it. Krinsky’s alibi

                                                clears him from the second fire.

Matt Casey: Come on, he’s union muscle. He could have had

                      one of his knuckleheads torch both places.

Man 2 (James Whoristsky): I’m not arguing with that. But as

                                               of now, we don’t have actionable

                                               evidence.

Chief Boden: I got a drawer in the morgue full of evidence. I

                       don’t care if the man inside is homeless or a

                       CEO, he didn’t deserve the death he got.

Man 2 (James Whoristsky): Oh, and I think he did? Come on,

                                               give me a break.

Kelly Severide: The guy who owns these restaurants is fearing

                           for his life.

Man 2 (James Whoristsky): We need proof. Do I really need to

                                                explain arson investigation to you

                                                guys? It take a while.

Kelly Severide: Let’s go back to that second fire and look around.

Matt Casey: Yeah. All right.

Kelly Severide: Cool?

Chief Boden: Yeah. Take your dad with you.

Kelly Severide: Chief, he gave his word that he’d keep his mouth

                           shut around here…

Chief Boden: I know he’s a pain in the ass, but he’s a hell of an

                        arson investigator.

Kelly Severide: Oh yeah.

                                           [door closes]

Peter Mills: You know, I could cook you up something if you’d

                     like.

Benny Severide: Oh, that’s all right. Thanks, though.

Peter Mills: I didn’t know that you and my dad were on Squad

                    together. And um… the other firefighter who died

                    with him.

Benny Severide: That’s right. Ross McGowan. Two years on

                             the job. About your age. Had his whole life

                             ahead of him. Never got to meet his daughter.

                             A real shame.

Peter Mills: Yeah, I’m sorry to bring that up. I know it must be uh,

                     really hard to relive.

Benny Severide: Yeah. Never should have happened.

Peter Mills: How do you mean?

Benny Severide: Well, like you said. It’s hard to relive.

Peter Mills: Respectfully, Mr Severide, I get the sense that there’s

                    something you really want to tell me.

Kelly Severide: Hey. Let’s take a ride.

                                           cutscene

Leslie Shay: So, like the pamphlet says, you just…do it in a cup?

Mouch: No, uh, a…a gossamer-winged stork flies down and…

Leslie Shay: [sighs]

Mouch: Yes.

Leslie Shay: And have you had contact with any of the…

Mouch: With the kids? God, no!

Leslie Shay: Because…

Mouch: I’m Father Flanagan? No way! I treasure my privacy.

Leslie Shay: Damn. It just… seems so impersonal.

Mouch: Let me just stop you right there. My cousin Ted and his

              wife, Patty, they tried for a long time, couldn’t conceive.

              They decided to go the AI route, that’s shorthand for

              artificial…

Leslie Shay: I got it.

Mouch: Okay. So now they have a lovely daughter Elsa who is

              the light of their lives. And that family is filled with

              nothing but love, despite the clinical origins.

Leslie Shay: That’s beautiful. I…Is that why you became a donor?

                      Because of them?

Mouch: No. The cash. 125 a pop. That’s what they call a renewable

              resource.

Leslie Shay: I don’t know, man. Might have to figure something else

                      out.

                                            cutscene

                                         [door closes]

Benny Severide: So, Matt, was that Andy Darden’s widow I saw

                             you with at the academy dinner?

Matt Casey: Yeah, Heather. That was her. She just needed a ride.

Benny Severide: It’s good to see you guys haven’t turned your

                             back on her. That’s important.

Matt Casey: Yeah. Absolutely. I’ll take the back.

Kelly Severide: Both buildings were broken into from the rear

                           entry. Gas accelerants were used.

Benny Severide: Okay.

                             I don’t know about this teaching gig.

Kelly Severide: Why not?

Benny Severide: Job’s changed too much.

Kelly Severide: It’s almost exactly the same. It’s just better gear.

Benny Severide: Well, the people have changed is what I’m

                             saying. Back when I came up, you fought a

                              war at 18. You had kids by the time you were 22.

                              You’d live a life. You were a man. Now these kids

                               are coming straight out of their parents’

                               basements to the firehouse. What the hell can I

                               teach somebody like that?

Hadley: [indistinctive chatter]

Benny Severide: Like him.

Hadley: [laughs]

Kelly Severide: Who? Hadley? He’s fine.

Benny Severide: Yeah. Okay.

Kelly Severide: They still have wars. People still pop out kids. I

                           don’t know why you gotta piss on everything.

Benny Severide: Rubber. From the sole of a sneaker. That bus

                             driver was right. Somebody was on fire and

                             running through here. What was the homeless

                              guy wearing?

Kelly Severide: He had boots on.

Benny Severide: Then we’re looking for somebody else. It

                             wouldn’t be him.

Hadley: So this thing collapses and knocks us down… [laughs]

Kelly Severide: Hadley.

Hadley: Yeah?

Kelly Severide: Quit playing grab ass, would you?

Benny Severide: Look at this. You see that? Pry marks. This door

                             wasn’t breached from the outside. Somebody

                             had a key. The owner or somebody he hired.

                             They let themselves in the front door and then

                              they pried this open. Make it look like it was

                              broken in from the outside.

Kelly Severide: You gotta be kidding me.

Benny Severide: Inside job.

                                               cutscene

Chief Boden: Thank you. Appreciate it.

                       15 minutes after the second fire was call in,

                       18-year-old kid walked into an urgent care unit

                        five blocks from the scene. He had second and

                        third degree burns. Claimed it was a barbecue

                        mishap. Memorial went and picked him up.

                        He’s there’s now.

Kelly Severide: I want to head down there and check it out.

Chief Boden: Kelly…

Kelly Severide: I don’t like getting lied to. I don’t like getting

                          worked. And if someone other than that union

                          guy got that homeless man killed, I want to

                          know.

Matt Casey: I got him covered.

Chief Boden: Hit it.

                                     [door closes]

                                  [knocks on door]

Kelly Severide: What’s up, Omar? Lieutenant Severide, CFD.

Teen 1 (Omar): Oh geez. Damn barbecue. Didn’t know the gas

                          was on and boom. Lucky I’m alive.

Kelly Severide: Where were you standing?

Teen 1 (Omar): Right in front of the grill, trying to light it.

Kelly Severide: Then how’d you burn your legs?

Teen 1 (Omar): I don’t know. It was a big ol’ fireball, though.

Kelly Severide: Those aren’t barbecue burns, Omar. I’d know.

                           I’ve responded to 20 of them.

Teen 1 (Omar): I-I swear to God…

Kelly Severide: And they’re gonna test the shoes you were

                          wearing against the rubber fixed to the floor

                          in that diner and it’s all gonna go south.

Teen 1 (Omar): Why? For what? I-I didn’t do nothing.

Kelly Severide: A guy was killed in that second fire.

Teen 1 (Omar): No. No, no, no, man.

Kelly Severide: Look, I’m not a cop. I just want to know

                          what happened and I’ll help you any way I

                          can before the cops get involved. And

                          they’re gonna get involved soon.

Teen 1 (Omar): Okay. All right, mayb… there’s one thing

                          maybe you can help me with.

Kelly Severide: I’ll try.

Teen 1 (Omar): It was an insurance scam. Tuxhorn and his

                          wife wanted two of the diners to go down

                          and they was gonna lay it off on some union

                          dude who he was beefing with. And he

                          asked my dad to help him do it. My dad

                          owes him a lot of money, so he said he was

                          in to settle up. But my dad, he got a knee

                          replacement surgery last year and he ain’t

                          too quick. So I said I’d do it. I was pouring

                          the gas… I don’t know. Maybe the fumes hit

                          a pilot light or something. And I was just

                          running through the restaurant all on fire and…

                          Tuxhorn put me out and he took me here and

                          he said to say it was a barbecue accident.

                          Look, man, I’ll take the ride for it. I just gotta

                          leave my dad out of it. Can I do that? Can I

                          leave my dad out of it with the cops?

Kelly Severide: Don’t bring up his name.

Teen 1 (Omar): Okay. Thank you.

                                              cutscene

Mouch: Did somebody change his food, ‘cause there is

              something going on here.

Peter Mills: Where’s Herrmann?

Matt Casey: Bar management seminar.

                      You guys close to opening?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, a few weeks…hopefully.

Joe Cruz: Hey, uh, Shay, where’s your iPad?

Leslie Shay: Put it away for a bit.

Joe Cruz: Did you find a donor?

Leslie Shay: Regrouping.

Joe Cruz: So you’re not going the whole sperm donor route

                  anymore?

Leslie Shay: What is this, an interrogation? I told you, I’m

                      regrouping.

Otis Zvonecek: So, um, who asked who out? I’m just

                           curious.

Gabby Dawson: [laughs]

Peter Mills: Um, wait. You did, right?

Gabby Dawson: What?

Peter Mills: Yeah, you asked me to dinner that one night.

Gabby Dawson: Oh no, that-that wasn’t a date.

Peter Mills: Damn.

Gabby Dawson: What’s up?

Peter Mills: Dolores from Records, she sent me an email

                    earlier. I just… I can’t open it on my phone.

                    I’m… I’m gonna try it in there.

                                        [typing]

                                   [tense music]

                                      cutscene

Chief Boden: Hey, Kelly, great job.

Kelly Severide: Hey, thanks, Chief.

Chief Boden: You too, Benny.

Benny Severide: Thank you. I appreciate that.

                             How about I get a cup of coffee before

                             I take off?

Kelly Severide: All right.

Leslie Shay: Hey, you got a second?

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

                           What?

Leslie Shay: So how are you?

Kelly Severide: Um, what’s-what’s going on?

Leslie Shay: So here’s the deal. You know I’ve done

                      thorough research on this whole

                      insemination thing. And today I got… well,

                      I guess, uh, accidental window into how

                      the whole process works, and it really left

                      me feeling… hollow.

Kelly Severide: Okay.

Leslie Shay: And you know, I’ve been searching for the

                     perfect guy to be the father of my baby.

                     Someone honourable, strong, good looking

                     [chuckles] I mean, sue me. And maybe even

                     someone who would want to be part of the

                     child’s life. And someone who would want to

                     celebrate, you know, how beautiful it could be.

                     With me… a cool chick who’s not gonna freak

                     out and they’ll never have to worry about, you

                     know, me wanting a divorce or trying to take all

                     their money, or be a bitch or… [exhales] Kelly I

                     want to know if you’d like to have a baby with

                     me.

Kelly Severide: Look, Shay, I…

Leslie Shay: No, no, no. Let me finish. And we’d go through

                      the insemination process…

Kelly Severide: Um…

Leslie Shay: And… and yeah. Okay that’s it. I’m done.

Kelly Severide: I don’t… I don’t… I don’t know what to say.

Leslie Shay: That’s okay. I just… I just want you to-to think

                      about it.

Kelly Severide: I…

Leslie Shay: Thank you. And listen, if the answer’s no, I mean,

                      there won’t even be a hiccup between us. It…

                      it’s okay. It-It’ll be solid Always you and me.

                      Okay?

                                         [kissing sound]

Kelly Severide: Uh…

                                             cutscene

Benny Severide: Okay, that’s it. I’m outta here.

Mouch: Great to meet you, Ben.

Benny Severide: Good to see you again.

Joe Cruz: Such a pleasure.

Benny Severide: Good to see you.

Otis Zvonecek: Thanks for the donuts.

Benny Severide: Yup.

Matt Casey: Take care, Benny.

Benny Severide: Hey.

Peter Mills: Hey. Mr Severide, can I talk to you in private.

Benny Severide: Actually, I’m just taking off. It was nice

                             meeting you.

Peter Mills: Yeah, please… I really need to talk to you.

Benny Severide: Can you make it quick?

Peter Mills: Sure.

                    Um, the Lambert Tree Award. It’s the highest

                    award awarded to a firefighter. My father was

                    nominated and everyone up the line signed off

                    on it… except for you. Just curious to why.

Benny Severide: Some other time, kid, okay?

Peter Mills: Is this what you’re trying to say to me? Do you

                    feel bad about not signing off for it? That even

                    though my father was a hero… and even

                    though he gave his life…

Benny Severide: It’s an award for valor!

Chief Boden: Benny.

Benny Severide: He wants to hear it. I’m gonna tell him.

                             In the middle of that fire, your father

                             panicked and pulled off his mask, which

                             would have been his business, except

                             another guy died trying to save him. So,

                             no, I didn’t sign it. Because I could not in

                             good faith reward someone for

                             demonstrating cowardice…

Firefighters: Whoa!

                      Come on, man!

                      Hey! Hey!

                      Come on!

Benny Severide: Unh!

                             [panting] You want to know why Boden

                             thinks your father wasn’t at fault? Do ya?

                             ‘Cause he’s an optimist, I guess.

                              I’ll see you back at your house.

Chief Boden: Mills… You are off duty until further notice.

                       Get your gear. Wait for Benny to get off site,

                       and you go home and you’ll wait to hear

                       from me.

                        Rest of you, get back to work.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, you okay?

Peter Mills: No.

Gabby Dawson: Look, I totally get what lead up to that

                            and I am so sorry, but you can’t just go

                            around punching people.

Peter Mills: My dad wasn’t able to defend himself. So I did.

                                  [locker door slams]

Peter Mills: [sighs]

                                         cutscene

Chief Boden: We were all real close. Henry and me. Benny.

                        Our wives. Then Ingrid and Henry, they

                        separated. My wife left me. It was during that

                        time. It just happened. Then I realised that

                        Henry might have still had feelings for her,

                        and I may have moved too quick, so I

                        stepped back just to see. And I was right.

                        Henry moved back in after a month. Ingrid

                        always says I broke her heart. So if you

                        think that there’s something that Peter needs

                        or wants to know, I’ll go to his place after shift.

                        I’ll tell him.

Gabby Dawson: Is what Benny said true?

Chief Boden: Not from where I was standing.

                                        cutscene

Heather Darden: Matt?

Matt Casey: Hmm?

Heather Darden: You have like, two utensils in this kitchen.

Matt Casey: Yeah, it’s on my to-do list.

Heather Darden: You’ve been busy, huh?

Matt Casey: Yeah, it’s been one thing after another lately.

Heather Darden: Have you been dating? Since Hallie?

Matt Casey: Uh, there was someone for a minute, maybe

                      less. Wasn’t the right time.

Heather Darden: Sorry to hear that.

Matt Casey: What are you gonna do? Damn that smells

                      good. First home-cooked meal I’ve had

                      since… I don’t even know.

Heather Darden: It sucks having to come home to an

                             empty house, doesn’t it?

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Heather Darden: We don’t have to be alone. We don’t

                             deserve to be. We’re good people.

                             Why can’t we be happy?

Matt Casey: Heather… I’m really glad you’re here. And

                      if it was under different circumstances,

                      believe me… but Andy was one of my best

                      friends. And he was your husband, and… I

                      think we should honour that.

Heather Darden: You know what? You’re right. Let’s just

                              count our blessings

Matt Casey: Dinner and a movie. Let’s get the movie ready.

                                           cutscene

                                     [knocks on door]

Gabby Dawson: Hey, bruiser.

                                        [door shuts]

                                     [kissing sound]

Peter Mills: What’s the word? You heard anything?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah. I, um, spoke to Boden briefly.

Peter Mills: What did he say?

Gabby Dawson: Well, he hasn’t heard from Benny so

                            the hope is that he doesn’t raise a

                            stink. If that’s the case, then hopefully

                            this thing will stay in house. Boden

                            says to just sit tight for now.

Peter Mills: That’s all he said?

Gabby Dawson: That’s all he said to me.

Peter Mills: Okay, look… can I just say that even though

                    I’m… maybe in a jam right now, I feel… I feel

                    lighter. ’Cause since forever I’ve been carrying

                    around this weight of not knowing. And I could

                    always just tell that there was something out

                    there that wasn’t being told to me. At least now

                    I can… I can move on.

Gabby Dawson: Hey… what Benny said isn’t true.

Peter Mills: I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay?

Gabby Dawson: Baby, it’s not true…

Peter Mills: Look, I-I don’t want to talk about it anymore

                    [exhales]

                                          cutscene

Matt Casey: Heather.

                          [orchestral music playing on TV]

                                       [TV turns off]

                                          cutscene

Benny Severide: He’s just like his old man. It was Henry

                             Mills against the world. The guy always

                             had a problem. So if people want to

                             knock me for being arrogant or

                             whatever, let them. At least I was

                             un-conflicted. And in this job, you

                             better damn well have that going for

                             you, or you and your buddy’s badges

                             will end up on the wall at the academy.

Kelly Severide: Well, I didn’t know his old man, but I

                           know Peter. And from what I’ve seen,

                           the kid has heart. He has courage.

Benny Severide: Yeah, well I’ve seen your squad. Maybe

                              you’re not the best judge of character.

                                              [bag zips]

Benny Severide: Look, Kelly, I…I really did come down

                             here to spend time with you. I didn’t

                             mean for any of this to happen. And if

                             anything I did reflects poorly on you,

                             I’m sorry about that. I guess your old

                             man is just a guy stuck in his ways. But

                             hey… if you can’t do anything about it,

                             don’t worry about it.

                                         [door opens and closes]

                                                   cutscene

                                             [knocks on door]

Kelly Severide: Hey.

Peter Mills: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Listen, I know it’s been on your mind

                           and, uh, I think you’d be a really great

                           addition to squad. You’re gonna want

                           to take Hazmat Tech “A”, Vertical

                           Rescue and Building Collapse One. If

                           any of them are full, you let me know I

                           can…I can pull some strings.

Peter Mills: Really?

Kelly Severide: Really. Let’s push it, see what happens.

Peter Mills: Okay.

Kelly Severide: Great.

                                         [chuckling]

                                            - end -

Definitions:

Scrapple = Also known by the Pennsylvania Dutch name Pannhaas or “pan rabbit”, is a traditionally a mush of pork scraps and trimmings combined with cornmeal and wheat flour, often buckwheat flour, and spices. The mush is formed into a semi-solid congealed load, and slices of the scrapple are then pan-fried before serving

Agonal breathing = Medical term used to describe struggling to breathe or gasping. It is often a symptom of a severe medical emergency, such as a stroke or cardiac arrest. The gasping associated with agonal respiration is not true breathing, but rather a brainstem reflex.

Hazmat Tech “A” = Hazardous Materials Technician course provides the essential knowledge, skills, and abilities to operate offensively or defensively at an incident involving the release of hazardous materials.

Building Collapse One = This course is extensively hands-on and prepares the student to operate safely and efficiently at a building collapse incident. It offers practice in cutting, breaching, lifting, stabilising, searching, shoring, packaging, and removing victims from a simulated collapse environment

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Complete Safe Haven||Newt Imagine

Note: I'm not that proud of this since I edited it about 6 times. I feel like it lacks something I can't really tell what it is, but here it is! Will definitely write a part two so we will see how everyone responds to it. I was listening to "That Would Be Enough" from Hamilton cause I think it tells a bit how Newt could be somewhat hesitant of the idea of having a baby after everything he has gone through and how unsure he can be of himself, you know? I don't know, that song inspired me a bit. Also, struggled a lot to think how the Safe Haven would be like after two years of them moving there so yep. Feedback and ideas are encouraged! <3

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The soft waves going against your body so early in the morning was your favorite feeling ever since you have gotten to the Safe Haven. The waves would just make you forget what had happened, cleared your head from any memory that was too painful, and those were mostly of that night. You still had nightmares, watching him turn into a Crank, his attacks, him hurting you unconsciously...You were lucky that things ended the way they did, but even then, you knew that those memories would always get to you. Arms rest on your shoulders making you jump, but relax under the knowing touch, rubbing your shoulder blades soothingly and you smile. "Hey."

"Morning, love" Newt's voice was still groggy, you guessed it hasn't been long since he woke up. "Why aren't you in bed?" He presses a kiss on your shoulder before his hands land on your waist, the soft waves rocking you both slightly.

"You kicked me out" you say playfully as you turn to him. 

"What a terrible boyfriend I am," he says with a chuckle. "When was the last time you slept properly?" 

It has been about two years since you have moved to the Safe Haven. The island was now covered in construction, buildings, and houses. Yesterday it was your four year anniversary, and Newt had planned a beautiful evening in what you were proud to call your new house, "First night home" he called it. After living in a small hut that reminded you of the Glade, now you had a bigger house, all for the two of you. You have been looking into The Last City, or what used to be, after Jorge took you and others back a few months ago, and you had the chance to gather a few technology items in a somewhat black market set in the city. The immunes that survived had built a city within the city, but no sign of what Wicked once was. You had seen people losing themselves to the Flare, so you started to play around with the idea of a cure again, using Thomas' blood and trying to figure out what made his blood different, without human trials and finding a way to help without draining him from his blood. You managed to do it with Newt. Vitals were missed when he attacked Thomas' back at the Last City and the serum was administered when he woke up on your way to this place. You took the serum and mixed it with some of Thomas' blood and applied a second dose, that one seemed to have done it. Unfortunately there wasn't enough serum for everyone back there and you had to find a way. 

"I can't say" you admit with a smirk. "I need to keep working…" you say as he removes a strand of hair from your face. 

"You look pale every morning, love" he points out.

"Maybe the late nights I'm working" but you knew better than that. Newt hasn't noticed, but you have been having morning sickness more often and feeling dizzy. 

"Take a break" he kisses your forehead. "We have our new home, we have to enjoy it" he says and you smile. You had a slight idea of what could be going, but instead of raising hopes, you rather wait to get things confirmed. 

Vince had brought a doctor who was the one to help you around the idea of a cure, as well as helped you learn a few things about medicine. She agreed to run a few tests while Newt was out with Thomas, Gally and Minho as they went to check an area for tonight to set a bonfire like back at the Glade, just a close group of friends, you have refused when they asked you to go and went to get the results at the medical hut instead. 

"Hey" you greet the doctor after walking into the tent. 

"Y/N," she greets as she turns around. "Couldn't wait I see?" She teases. 

"I have barely slept" you admit with a nervous smirk. "Between this and thinking of ways to make the cure…"

"You shouldn't lose sleep over this" Elena, the doctor, says as she lifts a piece of paper causing your heartbeat to increase. 

"Oh God…" you mutter. 

"You ready?" She asks as she walks towards you and you nod. "You might not know much about medicine and all this, but you were right" she hands you the piece of paper, your eyes widening. "Congratulations."

For a moment every sound goes silent, it felt like everything around you stopped and so many feelings rushed in. How were you supposed to feel? How would Newt react? "I-"

Elena reaches you and places a hand on your shoulder, "Everything alright?"

"I don't know…" you say. "I never really thought about it...I mean, I did but now that it happened…"

"You are scared" she says and you nod your head slowly. "Don't be" she assures you. "If what you are scared of is Newt's reaction, I think he will be shocked at first, but he will grow to the idea of it. He loves you."

"I can't even think of a way to tell him…" you admit. "What about this place? I don't think it's completely baby proof."

"No place is baby proof. Certainly not during these times" she points out. "Doesn't mean everyone will stop having babies. You will have everyone's support I'm that sure. We will look into ways to get what you need as everything goes" somehow her words made your whole body relax. 

You were away from Wicked, away from the Flare it seemed, but you never trusted that. The Flare could travel through air according to Ava, and Wicked could easily find you if they get as determined as they were, if there was anyone left that would go with such crazy trials. It didn't appear so, the times you have been into the Standing City you have not heard a word from Wicked or possible takers in the tasks. Everyone who survived the attack was just trying to get their lives before the Flare decided their faith, and any immune would just mind their business. Would there be anyone crazy enough to bring back what Wicked once was? Or something worse? Your mind was spinning around the idea. You didn't want your kid to be taken away and used for crazy experiments and trials, you knew that much. Not that you wouldn't do anything in your power to keep them safe from anything that happened. 

You have gone back to your new house and went to lay back on the hammock to try to keep all your feelings in check and find a way to tell Newt the news. Will he be happy? Will he have the same thoughts of bringing a baby to the Safe Haven was a bad timing right now? It wasn't planned, but it wasn't not planned either. It was going to happen eventually. You two were careful, but after some time you two stopped, knowing the consequences but did it anyway. Was it maybe that you both have wanted this but never talked about it with the other? You knew you wanted a life with Newt, wanted everything with him, but what about him? Kids were not something you two have talked about before, because you two were now growing into the relationship and taking bigger steps, like the new house he had built up along with the guys for the two of you. 

"Hey, love" Newt calls as he walks in and you turn around from your hammock.

"Hey" he leans in and you peck his lips once you sit up. "How was it?"

"Well, it's not the Glade," Newt says as he stares off blankly. "but it's big enough for a group of us. I don't think many people would get going in the middle of nowhere and set a bonfire and get drunk...or fight Gally" he chuckles and you join him. 

"The latter is the one people won't get" you say and lean against him, your heart beating wildly as you thought of telling him. 

"Probably" he says and wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. "I mean, getting wasted is kind of a thing to go for that one. I don't think that anyone right upstairs would fight Gally, except you when you kicked his ass" he adds. "I'm betting on you to do it again in front of everyone," he smirks. 

"That was a good day" you agree and smirk. "Don't think I'll have the same luck now" he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. 

"Let's go get ready for tonight" he says and kisses your forehead before pulling you by your hand. 

When you arrive at the bonfire, you see that even if not many have come, it was enough to make you remember your times at the Glade and you feel a knot growing on your throat, eyes watering. You remembered Chuck, Winston and Alby. Newt side eyes you and pulls you close, "I'm okay" you assure him.

"You don't have to be" he throws an arm around your shoulder and kisses the side of your temple. "I know what it feels like," he knew that this was giving you major flashbacks. "They wouldn't want us moping around though, so let's go have some fun" he takes your hand and makes you spin after he pulls away and you giggle, he pulls you close to him again and join the others.

Newt was with the boys while you sat with Harriet, Sonya and Brenda. They knew about your tests, so that was the topic. 

"So? What did they say?" Sonya asks as she leans in. 

"I bet it is what I said. Come on, I can't be the only one who thought about it as soon as she said how she was feeling" Brenda says with her hand extended to you. 

"I don't know if I should tell you" you tease as you grin. "Or just say it at the bonfire...at some point" you say and look back at Newt who gives you a wink, making your cheeks flush. 

"Oh come on, you are gonna make us wait?" Harriet says with a pout. "Please?" Her hand extends and you sigh, pulling out the piece of paper that read the results. You were carrying them around hoping to know when the time would be right. 

The girls gather around Harriet, all of them smiling which only makes you grin wider when their eyes widen and the three look at you in cue. "Oh my God!" Sonya squeals before moving to you and hugging you. 

"Just keep it a secret for a few, I haven't told him yet," you say and she pulls away. 

"Right. Of course. Newt should be the first to know anyway" Sonya says as she pushes her hair back and tries to act normal. "I'm so happy for you guys! It's like everything starts getting normal around here."

"Life wise anyway" Brenda says as she looks at you. "How do you plan on telling him?"

"I'm not sure…" you admit. "but I have to do it soon. Gally is going to bring his moonshine any minute now and I can't find an excuse to neglect it" you point out and just in cue Gally walks to the clearing. 

"Leave that up to me" Brenda says as she stands up and pats your shoulder before walking towards the boy. You eye her curiously and you smile at how nice Gally was around Brenda, not like he wasn't nice with the others, but he smiled and laughed quite often. Brenda puts her hand on his shoulder and you look at Sonya and Harriet. 

"We are as clueless as you are" Harriet says and you laugh. 

Time goes by and you are all eating and laughing. The groups have gotten together and now you were all closer to the bonfire. Gally was around handing over his moonshine and Brenda helped. After everyone had their drink, Brenda spoke, "I know we have done our own bonfires before," she begins, "but this one is different for some of us. To some this is a reminder of how we bonded" she looks at you and you look at Newt who smiles. "For others, it's a reminder that no matter what, we have fun with the people closest to us, our new family" she raises her glass. "For our family" she says and her eyes widen at you and you shake your head before you feel Sonya's hand shoving you slightly, so you stand, holding your own moonshine.

"For our family," your knees feel like giving up on you from how nervous you felt. "For the one that we found..." you trail off. Your heart was beating wildly against your chest, hearing the thuds in your ear. "And for the ones on the way" you say and place a hand on your stomach, your eyes glued to Newt whose eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Then, there was silence for a few seconds.  

"No way!" Frypan is the first to get it, a huge smile on his lips, Minho eyes him like if he was crazy. 

"Am I missing something here? Secret conversation?" You eye the girls and they are laughing at how clueless the boys were after Minho's words.

"Dude, come on! Y/N is going to have a baby!" Frypan pushes Minho before his smile fades for a moment and looks at you. "At least that's what I took as a hint…?" 

You laugh nervously and you eye Newt whose mind seems to be lost in the maze, everyone is looking at you waiting for the confirmation. "Newt, we…" your words feel jumbled up, "You are going to be a dad" you say and everyone starts cheering around. Newt's eyes go wide open as he processes the information, everyone is patting his back and congratulating him but he was motionless. They come to you as well, and even if you are smiling and saying thanks, your eyes were glued to your boyfriend. 

Everyone started to drink and cheer, except Newt who was looking down at his drink, your mood was slowly dropping, but you found some courage to walk to him after a few minutes. "You alright?" You ask as you sit next to him against a log. 

Your voice breaks him out of his trance and he looks at you before nodding his head, "Yeah, just... wrapping my head around what you just said…"

"I know it's a lot to get around with...I still don't believe it…" you say. 

"I should be more excited...and I am, trust me...but I can't help but think…"

"Newt, I know we never-"

"It's not that" he shakes his head and looks at you. "Not the slightest. I might not have said it, but after everything started to settle down, I started to think about us...our future" he says and takes your hand in his. "I thought so many things and you were always there, but…"

"But?" You were expecting the worst. 

"Y/N, I don't have anything to offer to you, or the baby," you frown as you watch him play with your fingers. "Not now, anyway. This place is being built from scraps.."

"Newt, I don't know what you mean by that…" your free hand goes up to his hair, running your fingers through it. 

 "We have a home now, but... We are still getting used to this place, we don't have all the supplies, the equipment…"

"We do this as it goes, like Thomas does" you say to make him smile, which he chuckles at.

"I know" he continues to play with your fingers avoiding your gaze. You could tell he wasn’t at all convinced, so you tighten your fingers around his. 

"Hey," you call. "Talk to me…" You try to meet his gaze, but it was dropped to your fingers. 

"I-" he pauses. "I am happy, I don't want you to think I am not" he finally meets your eyes. "Having everything with you...Just makes this place way better" he smiles. "And having a little girl just like you" he cups your face with one hand and kisses your lips. "Who else can say they survived what we have and have a family" he says playfully and you grin. "But bringing our baby to this...place, this world…" he confesses, his fingers running nervously on his lips. 

"Newt, I know…" you assure him. 

"I don't want them to go through what we did, Y/N…" he admits. "I don't want them to live in a world where they could be chased for being healthy, or feel cursed because they are not immune to the Flare like I was."

"I'm just as scared and I will work on a cure now more than ever...but we can't start worrying like this…" you take his hand and place it on your stomach. "We will figure it out like we always do, together" he is looking at your stomach, his concerned features softening. 

You can see his body relaxing, his thumb moving soothingly on its place on your stomach. "There is a little boy or girl growing right there and it's ours…" 

"I know you'll do anything for them…" you assure him. You felt like Newt had to be reassured, and you could understand where he came from. He has overcome so much to get where he is now, from the dark places of his mind to what was now his new life. He was doubting himself, to not being able to provide your baby with the best, but what was that here in the Safe Haven? The simplest thing you had them already. You were all healthy, you had a home, food, friends...You still had time to get used to the idea and get adjusted at the thought that soon it was going to be more than just the two of you. 

The Safe Haven has provided you with everything you needed for a basic life, and every now and then as you went to the remains of the city you tried to bring something that would help. Jorge and Brenda were working with technology along with some of the other Gladers from other groups. It was true, this place was being brought up by remains of what once was the Last City, but it was getting close to what you once imagined it would turn to. 

"I love you, princess…" he pulls you in and gives you a kiss, the type he holds his breath and let's go of it softly through his nostrils, making it last. "I'm sorry for not acting like you probably wanted me to…"

"I get it. It's a lot to take in. I feel the same way" you admit. "I was so scared of what you would say" you pause. "But we have gone through so many things together that I don't think a baby will be the exception" you voice. 

"It scares me to death to be quite honest" he says with a smirk. "I'm trying my best to be optimistic here, I am" he paused. "I'm happy to start a family with you, but just the thought of what could happen… This place is not ready for a baby…"

"I know...but we have time. We will know…" he is staring at you lovingly, smiling. 

"Congratulations!" Thomas joins you with Frypan, sitting right besides you. 

"Took you long enough" Minho says as he steps in. 

In the deepest part of your head, you were somewhat disappointed that the boys seemed to be more excited about it then Newt. Yes, the blonde was scared of the what ifs and the possibilities and so were you, yet something told you that he wasn't very wrapped around the idea of it and his mind was only repeating the bad scenarios. 

"Shut up, Minho" Newt says, but the boy only grins. 

"I am going to have a little helping hand in the kitchen in a few months" Fry says. 

"I could use the help patrolling" Thomas and Vince have established a guard in the island. Not like much happened, you knew everyone and they all went by the rules set, but it gave you the sense of feeling that if anything were to happen, you'd be ready. 

"You are all doing bloody plans without the baby even being born" Newt says. 

"Don't look at me I haven't said anything," Minho says. "It'd be nice if it has Y/N's genes though. No offense."

"Well that baby wasn't done just by me, Minho, so be ready" you say playfully. 

"I don't need to know the whole thing so if you can skip the lesson" Minho says. 

"Newt, you alright?" Thomas calls out and you look behind you at your boyfriend. 

"Yeah, just, thinking…" you frown. "Just give me some time, that's all" he admits and smiles, placing his hand on your belly and looms up at you, something told you he will grow to the idea of it soon. 

"So Y/N, can't drink with us now, so let's drink for her" Minho raises his cup and Fry cheers, shoving Newt playfully. 

"To our baby, I guess" he says with a shrug. 

"Our?" Minho questions. 

"Not ours you slinthead" Newt reaches to try to smack the back of Minho's head playfully. "Ours" he looks down at you and you smile softly. 

"It's the baby from our Glade anyway" Thomas says. "I'm happy for the two of you" he gives your arm a soft squeeze and you nod your head. 

"So, when is it too soon to start thinking of names?" Fry asks and the boys look at you. 

"How the hell should I bloody know?" Newt asks after sipping on his cup making the boys chuckle. 

Thomas eyes you as the guys talk to each other, and his eyebrows furrow in question. You shake your head and do a small wave with your hand to tell him that you will talk to him later. If someone could help you understand what was going through Newt's mind was Thomas, or Minho, but mostly Thomas. Newt seems to trust him more for a few things. 

Now it was a matter to wait and see how things went. At least it was out there that you were expecting, and Newt knew. Thing now was, how everything was going to start working after these news… 

[calamitykaty]

Invisible String: Part 4

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

Word Count: 1747

Warnings: None (but let me know if there is and I will add them)

Charlotte pulled back from her embrace with Julie and wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks, she lightly laughed as Julie did the same. She couldn’t stop the corners of her lips from turning up into a full on smile. It had been so long since Charlotte had any real sense of normalcy in her life and she was relishing this feeling. 

“C’mon, I have something kinda...weird...but amazing to show you.” Julie beckoned Charlotte to follow her as she made her way to the front door before abruptly stopping. 

“Oh! My mic, I almost forgot!” Julie exclaimed and as if right on cue, Ray was rounding the corner with the mic held in his outstretched hand. Julie grabbed the mic and gave her dad a thankful nod of appreciation before grabbing Charlotte’s hand with her free one and pulling her behind her down the pathway to the studio. As they stood outside of the doors, Julie turned around and placed her hands on Charlotte’s shoulders. Charlotte gave her friend an inquisitive look in return. 

“Before we go in there I just wanted to warn you that this is going to be hard to explain and just...promise me that you will try to stay calm.” 

Charlotte scrunched her brows up in confusion and stayed silent.

“Promise!?” Julie urged. 

“Fine--fine, I promise---” Charlotte surrendered. 

Julie gave her a swift nod and turned around top open the doors. She stood to the side, allowing Charlotte to enter ahead of her before she closed the doors. Julie looked around at each of the guys to examine the space they would need and then pulled a chair out for Charlotte. She once again grabbed Charlotte by the shoulders and navigated her to the chair, gently pushing her down into it without saying a word. 

“Who’s the cute chick?” Reggie asked, earning a smack to the back of the head from Alex. 

“Hey…” Reggie whined and rubbed the back of his head as he made his way over to Julie with the two other boys. They all huddled into a circle and Charlotte sat silently as she watched, starting to wonder if this was all part of the prank that she was sure that Chase was pulling on her. She had to give to him, this was a super elaborate prank, even for him. Several minutes later, Julie sat down at her keyboard and laid her fingers softly on the keys. Charlotte smiled, she would never deny that Julie Molina was the most talented person that she had ever known. 

Julie stood up from the keyboard and moved in front of Charlotte, the other three boys suddenly joining in on the song as well. Charlotte had to admit, they were good, really good. She was slightly perplexed though as she never saw them grab their instruments or plug them in but she shook it off as her just focusing too much on Julie, The song finished and Julie stood in front of Charlotte with her arms stretched out on both sides of her body “So…?” Julie trailed off. 

“....you’re in a band now?” Charlotte guessed. Her eyes darted between Julie and her assumed band mates until the gears in her mind clicked. “Wait! You’re the Julie in Julie and the phantoms!?” Charlotte exclaimed. 

Julie nodded her head excitedly before her face contorted into one of confusion. 

“...how do you know about that?” Julie questioned and looked back at the guys, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.  Luke took a step forward “I was signing us up for the open mic night and she was behind me…” he trailed off. 

Charlotte snorted, “yeah, right after he made me spill my chai tea.” 

Julie’s face was flushed and she slowly shifted her gaze from Luke to Charlotte and back again, 

“You can---you can see him?” Julie stammered. 

Charlotte felt her hands clenching at her sides. She narrowed her eyes at Julie, Luke and Alex. She bit down on her bottom lip trying to stop her eyes from filling up with tears. She was a notorious angry crier and she was done with everyone pulling one over on her just to have a good laugh. She felt humiliated. 

“Well, this is going well…” Reggie remarked under his breath, or so he thought it was under his breath. Charlotte turned her heads towards him and mustered up the deadliest glare that she could. Luke thought coming to Julie’s was going to make explaining everything easier but he was suddenly now so sure about that hypothesis. He glanced over at Alex, who was staring back  at him with the same worried expression on his face. 

“You can tell Chase that he wins, ok? I’m done with his stupid prank.” Charlotte spat venomously at them. She quickly turned on her heels and headed towards the door but Julie grabbed her wrist, stopping her. 

“Let go!” Charlotte yelled and violently yanked her arm back. 

“Char-”Julie pleaded gently, “ I promise I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t even know who Chase is.” Julie crossed her heart and held her left hand up to her lips, something the pair had done since they were elementary school kids. It was like their scouts honor and Charlotte knew that Julie would never do it if she weren’t telling the god honest truth. 

Charlotte's shoulders slumped in defeat. She slowly walked to the old couch that she used to call her bed and flopped down onto it. A deep sigh escaped her lungs and finally she filled the silence with a question “you asked if I could see them, why?”

Luke cautiously cleared his throat “---because we’re ghosts and up until today no one could see us but Julie unless we were playing music together which is what she was trying to show you but you can already see us so…”

Julie handed her phone to Charlotte. Charlotte looked down at the phone, the three boys were on the screen accompanied by an article about their tragic death 25 years prior. 

“I know that it seems insane--” Julie started, grabbing Charlotte’s attention “--I thought it was impossible to and I went through the same confusion that you are probably experiencing right now. I mean...I literally thrust a cross right through Reggie before I realized they were actually real ghosts.” She sat down next to Charlotte and took the phone from her hands, setting it down on the coffee table. 

 “Why does this actually make more sense to me than Chase being able to pull off the most elaborate prank in the world?” Charlotte doubled over in laughter. Julie lightly bumped her shoulder with Charlotte’s. “I’m sorry you had such a bad day with all of this. I wish I would have been there with Luke earlier and I could have explained everything right away”

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders “ sorry for being so dramatic.” She could feel her cheeks heat up with blush from embarrassment. Julie stood up and turned to Charlotte, grabbed her hands and pulled her up. 

“Let me formally introduce you to the guys---” This, she pointed to Alex “is Alex, he plays drums.” Julie moved onto the next boy, the one that Charlotte was not familiar with. “This is our bassist, Reggie.” Reggie winked at Charlotte. 

“And, I’m Luke, former lead vocalist of sunset curve and current lead guitarist for Julie and the phantoms.” 

Julie rolled her eyes at Luke and his attempt at charming her friend. “Guys, this is Charlotte Dubois, my best friend….right?” Charlotte beamed at the title and nodded her head. 

“Nice to meet you guys. I’ll see you around, yeah?” Charlotte said as she threw a hand up in a small wave.

“Wait, you’re leaving? Are you staying at your house?” Julie questioned.

Charlotte licked her lips, a nervous tick, and nodded “uhh, yeah...things have been better lately” she lied.

Julie nodded “ok, well, i’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

“For sure, I'll ummm be around.” Charlotte lied again and walked backwards towards the doors. She lifted her hand for another quick wave goodbye and rushed out the door. 

She had almost made it to the edge of the driveway before Luke appeared beside her. She didn’t acknowledge him though, instead she shoved her hands in her pockets and walked across the street. Luke silently fell in step beside her. They walked for ten minutes before Charlotte realized that he wasn’t going to go away. 

“Can I help you?” Charlotte Seethed.

Luke avoided the question, instead opting to retort “You’re a terrible liar, ya know.”

Charlotte glanced up, her green eyes meeting his hazel ones for a split second before she looked away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Hmmmm” Luke hummed before asking “so, where are we going exactly?”

Charlotte looked at him in bewilderment “WE aren’t going anywhere, I, however, am going home.”

With that, Luke poofed back to the studio. He knew that Charlotte had a rough day already and didn’t want to push her too hard but he also knew that she was hiding something. He wanted to help her, he wasn’t sure why but ever since he saw her at the coffee shop he just felt drawn to her.

Charlotte looked around briefly and determined that she was once again by herself. She approached the town's abandoned playground which was surrounded by a chain link fence with ‘No Trespassing’ signs posted every 10 feet. Charlotte and Julie used to play here all the time but as time went on it was left to rust when a newer, bigger and better playground was built across town, Charlotte pulled back a corner of the fence and maneuvered her body through it. She kicked a few white rocks while she made a beeline to the place she called “home.” 

She carefully climbed up the ladder on the play set before getting on her hands and knees to crawl into the round blue tube. On the far side of the tube laid her duffel bag which held all of her necessary belongings. Charlotte pulled her smooshed  pillow out of the bag and thin blanket. As she laid down she could hear the crickets chirping, the wind blowing through the leaves and the ‘No Trespassing’ signs clanging against the metal fence. Those were the sounds that she had grown accustomed to over the past few months. Before she knew it, her heavy eyelids were closed.

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[darling-i-read-it]

Supposed Fiancé

Mob AU

Series Masterlist  

Al Pacino x reader, Robert De Niro x reader, also including Uma Thurman, Emilia Clarke and Rachel Weisz

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: talks of murder, cussing

Author’s Note: I did it, I really started a new series. I’m going to plan this one out before I post this part too. I’m thinking like three or four parts or something but we shall see! I really hope you guys like it! 

I’m using the actors to play a role I have created. This is not based off of real life. 

Summary: You are marrying Al, the biggest crime lord in New York, despite the fact you don’t want to. Many people surround the wedding that’s going to happen, people from different lives. 

(not my gif)

After everything happened everyone knew your face. Everyone knew that it was the only thing they should fear. That they shouldn’t fear Bobby, they shouldn't fear Al or even Rachel. What they were meant to fear had always been you in the end. 

They should have known earlier. 

They should have looked at the two worlds that you were ripping apart, the people that you had wrapped around your finger and thought twice before they underestimated you and your ideas. 

The world needed to learn to take a step back when it came to you.

The world needed to learn to take a step back when it came to you.

The world needed to learn to take a step back when it came to you.

Let you do what you need to do and move along.

Otherwise the wedding would happen again, that one wedding that never should have happened in the first place because the bride was not in love with the groom but the groom had more explosives than the government. 

World collided at that wedding that should never have touched.

In the middle of it all, there was you.

-- 

“Alright, I’m out of here,” Emilia said. If she had been a police officer like she had been to school for people would have wished her a nice weekend. Instead she only told her cat that she was heading to the other room for bed.

Ah the world of being a private investigator. 

She was able to do the same things that the police did but without being in a corrupt organization. She was her own boss and she could buy her own donuts when she wanted them.

She stood up from her desk that was where she usually worked. It was raining outside, despite the fact that it had been sunny only a few hours earlier. She hadn’t realized that it had even started to rain until just then as she looked behind her desk at the gloomy night weather. New York had never been the best place to live and she wanted to leave when she was able to. 

But for now she was stuck here, looking down at a couple of files she was able to snag that she shouldn’t have had.

She was already wearing pjs but she walked over to her bathroom and brushed through her teeth, mentally wondering what she needed to get done the next day. Her mind started to wander and she wondered if she was ever going to get that case she needed to get done. 

Emilia was so caught up in her own head that when she heard the front door open it startled her enough to jump. She turned around in the bathroom and opened the door a tad to see if anyone had entered her apartment. She didn’t see anyone but still grabbed a towel stand from in the bedroom and walked outside with caution. Maybe it was just her imagination. Maybe she hadn’t actually heard the door open.

She saw the front door was shut and checked each room in the small apartment. Her cat was still there and no one else seemed to have been inside. Nothing had been touched at first glance. 

She walked over to her desk which had papers strewn around, along with photos she had taken of unfaithful couples that she was about to pass on. On top of the stack was not one of her files. 

She picked it up and looked around one last time before flipping it open. 

There was a picture of a man everybody recognized on top of a thick stack of papers. 

Al Pacino stared back at her, the crime lord of the city. She stared back at him, wondering why someone thought it  was necessary to drop a file of him on her desk.

She sat back down at the desk, deciding sleep was to be pushed back a while longer.

--

Uma cocked her gun one last time and the bullet she released hit the man in the neck down on the streets. There were screams down below her but she sunk back underneath the window so that no one else would see her. She let out a long sigh as her phone rang. 

She stood up, her combat boots hitting the empty warehouse with an echo.

“It’s done?” Al asked. She nodded even though he couldn’t see her.

“Who was the guy?” she asked. He chuckled on the other end and she wondered yet again if he would give her any kind of straight answer. Likely not. 

“Someone that should be dealt with.” 

“Right.” 

She put her phone between her ear and her shoulder. She put her large gun back into the bag that looks vaguely like a violin bag.

“I’ll call you when I need you,” he said. She took the phone back in her hand and nodded.

“Course.”

The phone line went dead and she shoved it into her pocket.

Uma walked down the stairs of the warehouse and walked right past the man she had just killed without anybody stopping her.  There were more people surrounding the man now and some people had called the police but she would be long gone before they got there. 

She put her sunglasses on as she walked to her car. 

She had been doing jobs for Al for a while now. There was nothing personal that she felt about him, no need to be on his good side except for the need for a good paying job and not being killed. 

Al was the most dangerous man in the city, everyone knew that. She was simply ensuring that she wasn’t killed along his rampage by helping him out here and there. That was all that she could do in her line of work.

Uma got into her car and drove away, just as the police passed her to the scene of the crime she had committed.

--

“No. No I am not going to go out and kill someone Al,” you said leaning against his desk. Al was looking at you as he paced the small office, his hands waving wildly around as he spoke to you. He stopped and turned to you after a moment.

“You have to. You’re my fiance. It’s going to be your job soon.”

“My job will be to be a good housewife, if I heard you correctly when you were talking to your friends.” He shook his head and walked closer to you, waving his finger in your face. You let him and thought about biting it as it got closer but you thought better of it.

“Do you know how many girls want to be you?” he asked. 

“Plenty of those dim witted ones that worship the ground you walk on.” You walked around him and then behind the desk, looking out at the New York night sky. It had started to rain. “Or those men who act like they worship you but really are too scared of you to do anything else.”

“The wedding is in two weeks. I don’t know why you feel the need to pester like this,” he said angrily. You turned back around to him.

“You think I want this wedding Al? You think I asked for this?” 

“You did in bed last night.” 

You scoffed, shaking your head. 

“We’ll never be in love. Not the way you want us to be.” He grabbed your arm and was close to your face. His father had been the person to set this whole wedding thing up. Prior you and Al had been nothing more than fuck buddies who looked good together. You were on his good side. His dad thought him having a wife like you would get him to stop fucking around with those girls who would ruin his repuation. 

“You’ll learn.” 

You almost spit in his face but instead he backed away. You never felt scared in his presence, not like everybody else did. It was one thing he hated about you. That he could ever use fear to his advantage.

“I will never belong to you.” He looked back at you and smiled charmingly.

“Don’t kid yourself. You always have.” 

--

Robert was sitting in the bar that he owned. He was fishing out some money for a poker game that he was rigged to win, people around him that he barely knew the names of because they came and went so quickly.

He stood up, looking around them.

“I’m going to get some air,” he said and the man sitting beside him nodded, hitting his back a bit.

“Hurry back Bobby!”

He walked through the bar and people parted ways for him. 

He was the man who could rival Al. He was the only man who could rival Al at all. New York had Bobby and Al to be afraid of. Bobby walked outside and leaned against the wall. He was really waiting for someone else to throw in their cards so he could go back in. It was raining pretty hard and he looked across the street to see a girl running through the cold, her hands over her head as though it would protect her from the cold. 

He kicked himself off the wall as you ran closer to him. 

You didn’t know where you were. You had gotten out of Al’s and just started to run. You wanted to run, truly. But it was cold and when you saw Bobby standing there you didn’t recognize him enough to avoid him.

“Where am I?” you asked. He recognized you immediately. The supposed bride. 

“You’re at Bob's Bar,” he said. You looked up at the sign and then back at him. You scoffed.

“Of course I would end up here.”

“Do you want to come inside? Get warm?”

“I shouldn’t. You..you know who I am right?” He nodded, chuckling slowly.

“I won’t shoot you in there.” You purse your lips and teetered on your feet.

“You swear?” 

“You haven’t been in this life long have you.” You shook your head. “Come in.” You followed him inside and immediately felt warmer. You were somewhat glad you had made it there somehow. At least you knew what you were dealing with.

“What got you engaged to Al?” he asked, holding a hand up for a beer. You took it happily and took a small sip. 

“I was a stripper. A good enough one to get a proposal,” you joked. “Al’s dad thought it would be better to nail him down. No more strippers.” You looked at Bobby. “I shouldn’t be telling you all this.”

“You probably shouldn’t.” You looked down at the beer and your phone rang. You looked down and saw that it was Rachel, Al’s sister. You hit decline.

“We’re fighting.”

“Can’t imagine why.”

You looked over at him and you were half smiling. He liked it. 

“You can stay here tonight if you want. Give him a good scare.”

“You wouldn’t mind?” 

“There’s a small room upstairs. Take it.”

“Thank you.”

“Don't mention it.”

--

Al looked out the window. You had left a few minutes ago and he was just left alone to think. 

His mind was reeling.

The door opened and he turned around, hoping it was you. It was only Rachel who was standing there dumbly even though she looked good. 

“Where is she?” Al shrugged.

“Don’t you have some sort of crush on her? Shouldn’t you know sis?” She scoffed and walked over to where he was sitting behind the desk. 

“What if she wanders to the wrong part of the city? She’s still new here, how are you supposed to keep her from heading to the bar.” 

“That bar is beginning to be more of a pain than anything.”

Bobby and Al were rivals who had never spoken. It was wordless. 

[hopelikethemoon]

Christmas in Laredo (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: christmas in laredo  Rating: PG Length: 3300 Warnings: Fluff Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set in December 1996. Starts with Javi POV but goes back to Reader. Summary: Javier and Reader head to Laredo for Christmas

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Javier headed out of the house towards the old beat up pick-up truck Chucho used for driving around the ranch’s acreage. The same old hunk of junk he’d had since he had been a teen. Not much had changed on the ranch. His childhood home was still decorated exactly as it had been in the sixties, save for a handful of updates he’d helped with before he left for Colombia. 

“They’ll probably both be out for an hour or two.” Javier explained as he settled into the passenger seat, glancing at his watch. “I don’t think she feels well.” He continued, brows furrowed as he glanced back at the house as Chucho started down the dirt road. “I don’t want her having to deal with Josie alone.” 

Chucho chuckled quietly, drumming his thumbs against the steering wheel. “I’m proud of you son.”

Javier swallowed thickly, “Don’t get sappy on me.” He said gruffly, looking out the window. 

“After all the shit you pulled as a young man, you’ve finally got it all figured out.” He shook his head. “The two of you are good for each other.” 

“Nah,” He clicked his tongue against his teeth. “She’s way too good for me.” Javier sighed a little, picking at a piece of lint on his jeans. “I worry I’m gonna wake up one day and be back in Colombia. That all of this — my family — was a dream.” 

His father hummed thoughtfully, “And what would you do if that were the case?” 

Javier rubbed at the back of his neck, “Go back to sleep?” He shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know pops. I’ve been hung up on her for a long time.” 

“I know you have.” Chucho reached over and patted his shoulder. “You don’t still beat yourself up over Colombia, do you?”

Javier clenched his jaw and shrugged again. “I try not to. But it took a toll on me and I can’t just… It’s not something you just let go of.” He stared out the window. “I’m just trying to focus on the future. You know?”

“Mhm.” Chucho nodded. “You excited about the new baby?”

“So fucking excited, pops.” Javier grinned, turning to look at his father. “We were starting to lose hope. Almost six months of disappointment and then…” He shook his head. “I get to be there this time around.” 

“If you need help with Josie when chiquita goes into labor, you do know my number, right?” 

Javier rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Yeah.” He pushed his fingers through his hair. “I wanted to call you the first time around, pops. Get advice, all that shit. But…” He shook his head. “It’ll be better this time.” He looked towards Chucho then, “I’ll have to talk to her, but it would be nice to have you in Miami when the time comes.” 

“When’s she due exactly?”

“Mid-May.” Javier smirked. “Probably a week after Josie’s birthday.”  

Chucho chuckled and a comfortable silence settled between them. He’d spent so many days throughout his childhood riding shotgun down dusty gravel roads; skin tanned by the afternoon sun, hands calloused from hauling fence posts and cutting wire. 

Back then he’d never pictured that he’d come back with a partner, a daughter, and one on the way. The future was never something he thought about back then. He never thought he’d have a fraction of what his parents had as a couple. As a boy, Javier always looked forward to the long rides in the pick-up with his father. That was when Chucho would talk about her, telling stories from when he was just a baby — stories from before he was born. She had died when he was only thirteen. 

“She’d be proud of you.” 

“I know she would.” Javier swallowed thickly. “I think about her all the time.” 

“Sofía would’ve loved your lady too.” Chucho chuckled. “She doesn’t let you get away with anything, does she?”

Javier huffed and shook his head. “Never has. First day we met she called me out on my bullshit before she’d gotten her desk unpacked.” 

“That’s what you needed.” Chucho told him, veering off the main road and down a worn path towards the far end of the ranch. “I never had a problem with Lorraine, nice girl… but not right for you.” 

“I didn’t love Lorraine.” Javier admitted. “Not like I love her. We realized the other day that we’ve been together for ten years. Five as partners and five as… partners.” 

Chucho looked at him, “You ever think about marriage?”

He shook his head, “Neither of us want that.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth. “It’s better this way. We don’t need some church or piece of paper telling us what we have. We know. We always have.”

“I really am proud of you, son. You finally got your shit figured out.”

Javier smiled as he looked towards his father. “Yeah. I have.” 

 ———

 “Here chiquita, try this.” Chucho said as he sat down a small container of candied ginger on the coffee table beside you. “Sofía swore by them when she was pregnant with Javier.” He tapped the top of the container. 

“Thank you.” You smiled as you sat up slowly, rubbing your stomach. “It’s not as bad as it was with Josie. I was miserable.” You peeled the top of the container and fished out a piece of ginger. “I hate being down for the count.” 

“You’re pregnant, you’re allowed to be down for the count.” He settled down on the chair across the living room, sinking back. “Javi’s got Josie out visiting with the horses. Figured you could use a break.” 

“I appreciate it.” You offered, grabbing another piece of ginger. “These are good.” 

“I keep them around for heartburn.” Chucho explained, “Gets worse the older you get.” 

“Doesn’t everything?” You laughed softly, getting comfortable on the sofa. “Thank you again for letting us come out here for Christmas. I know Josie’s enjoying seeing her abuelo again. She talks about you all the time.”

“She’s a good girl.” He offered with anod. “You and Javier did good with her.” 

“Thank you.” You popped another piece of ginger into your mouth. The sweet and tangy combination was more than a little addictive. “She’s a really good kid. I don’t know how that happened, considering Javi and I are who we are.” 

Chucho sighed heavily, “Javier only got rebellious after Sofía passed.” 

“He showed me pictures of her yesterday,” You smiled softly. “She was beautiful. I think Josie looks like her.”

“Uncharacteristically.” Chucho grinned. “I see it in her eyes.” 

You rubbed your hand over your stomach as you stared across the room at Chucho, “If we have another girl… I want to name her after your wife. I have no idea if Javi and I will have more after this.” You weren’t certain you could endure another six months of struggling to conceive. 

“She would’ve loved that,” Chucho answered. “But I’m warning you, don’t name a son after me.” He teased. “I don’t trust those gringos not to butcher it.”

You laughed heartily, rolling your eyes. “They can hardly pronounce Javi’s name.” You grabbed another piece of ginger. “We haven’t discussed names yet. I think we’re waiting until we find out what we’re having.”

“What do you think you’re having?”

“I don’t know,” You started. “When we were in Colombia, I was told my morning sickness was a sign that I was having a girl. And that was right.” You glanced down at the small curve of your stomach. “

“What do you feel like you’re having?” Chucho questioned again, “What does your intuition tell you?”

“A girl.” You answered. 

Chucho nodded his head slowly and smiled warmly. “Another little girl to have Javi wrapped around her finger.”

“He’s a fantastic father.” You mused, “Must’ve learned from the best.” 

He waved his hand dismissively. “I think it had to do with other influences.” 

Your cheeks warmed, “He was all in, right from the beginning.” You chewed on another piece of ginger. “Did you two talk?”

He shrugged, “You know how Javier is. He’ll talk when he’s ready to talk.” 

You definitely understood that aspect of Javier’s personality. Neither of you were very good at talking, unless you reached the boiling point. But you were trying to be better. “I know he’s excited about being part of it this time. From the start. Did he tell you he told everyone he ran into?”

“And still didn’t call me.” Chucho shook his head slowly. “That boy just can’t call his father.” 

You snorted. “I promise I told him to!” 

The backdoor opened and closed and you heard Javier’s voice as he fussed at Josie to remember to take her boots off. 

“But I wanna wear them!” 

“I’ll be back.” You sat the ginger aside and peeled yourself off the sofa, wandering out of the living room towards the backdoor in the kitchen. “You can’t wear your cowgirl boots in the house, sweetheart.” 

“Momma!” She whined, sticking out her bottom lip. 

“Were you out with the horses?”

“Yes.” 

“Do we let the horses in the house?”

“We could.”

Both of you laughed. 

Javier shook his head, “You’ve got to leave them off for right now. I’ll clean them and you can wear them this evening.”

Josie sighed dramatically before she flopped onto the floor to pull her boots off. 

“How was your nap?” Javi questioned, smiling warmly at you.

“Good.” You leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around you and kissed your forehead. “Your father gave me some ginger. It’s helped with the nausea.” 

Javier rested his palm against your stomach, stroking his fingers over your shirt lightly. “I’m sorry, baby.” 

“Momma,” Josie said as she kicked her boots off. “Are you feeling yucky?”

You crouched down to her height, “Your little brother or sister is making me have a tummy ache.”

She threw her arms around you and you laughed, curling one around her. “Get daddy to kiss it and make it better.” Josie urged, pulling back to show you a little scratch she had on her hand. “He made this all better.” 

“Did he?” You looked at her hand. “I don’t know, I think it needs another kiss.” She giggled as you pressed a kiss to the spot. “Better?”

“Much!”

Javier offered you his hand to help you stand back up. “Hey princesa, why don’t you go see if your abeulo needs help with something.” 

Josie didn’t need to be told twice, she was already off in hot pursuit of her grandfather. You laughed softly, leaning into Javier’s side again. “She never wears out, does she?”

“Never.” He stroked your back. “You good, baby?”

You smiled at him, “Chucho and I were talking about you.”

“Oh God.” He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Should I be worried?”

“No!” You shook your head as you laughed. “We were talking about what a good father you are.” 

“Well, that’s a relief.” He leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “He took me out to the other end of the ranch to mend the fence. Not nearly as bad as he made it out to be.”

“I think he just wanted some time with his son.” You told him softly. “There’s still a few things we need to get from S-A-N-T-A. Do you want to run to the store with me while he keeps her occupied?”

Javier nodded, “Sure.”

——

“They didn’t have places like this when I was a kid,” Javier grumbled as you wandered down another aisle. 

“Yes, well… Josie isn’t living in the Dark Ages. She doesn’t have to play with rocks for entertainment now.”

“It was sticks.” 

You rolled your eyes. “It’s the last thing that was on her list.” Your gaze scanned up and down the aisle, before you spotted the action figure she had asked for. “We’ll probably live to regret this.” After all, it had multiple different sounds, buttons, and buzzers that would keep her entertained. 

“Hey,” He started, running his hand down your back. “They didn’t have this over in the ridiculously pink aisle.” Javier pointed to a play pretend cop outfit. 

You fixed him with a look, “I wonder why.” You pulled it off the hook, flipping it over to look at what all came with the set. “I don’t know if Santa should bring this.”

“What? You don’t want her pretending she’s like you?” 

“I’m pretty sure she wants to be a princess. Unicorns and all.” You tossed it into the cart anyways. It would make a decent stocking stuffer. 

“Princess Police Force?”

“I’d watch it.” 

Javier continued pushing the cart forward as you stared at the rest of the Toy Story toys that were on display. Josie had taken a liking to Buzz, but you were tempted to get her the matching Woody toy as well. Especially since she was obsessed with the boots Chucho got her. 

“Javi, do you think she’d like to have both?” You questioned as you rounded the corner. “It also makes noise, but we could take the batteries out.” 

Javier took it from you, brows furrowed as he read over the back of the box. “There’s only five phrases.” He sat it in the cart with everything else. Neither of you were very good at saying no to spoiling her. “She’ll get a kick out of matching Woody.” 

You stopped abruptly as you rounded the corner, spotting a familiar face down the next aisle. Of all the people you could possibly run into in Laredo, it just had to be Lorraine. 

She turned, eyes going wide as she stared at Javier. “Fancy seeing you here!” Lorraine said lightly, her smile faltering slightly as she looked towards you. You were fairly certain she was even more surprised to see you, than she was to see Javi. “Are you spending Christmas at Chucho’s?”

“No, we drove all the way from Miami to shop at Toys”R”Us.” You remarked with no small amount of sass. “How are you Lorraine?”

“Last minute Christmas shopping.” She smiled, avoiding your rather hostile comment. It was pretty obvious why you were in Laredo — as if everyone didn’t already know everything. It was a small town and everyone talked. “How is your daughter, Javi?”

“A handful.” Javier answered, his hand sliding over your shoulders before he slid it down to settle at the small of your back. “She keeps us on our toes.” 

“How old is she now?”

“She’ll be four in May.” You said as your hand went instinctively towards your stomach, rubbing over the slight curve there. 

“Oh.” Lorraine laughed awkwardly, her eyes following the path of your hand. “Are you…” 

You nodded. “I am.” 

“Another happy accident?” Lorraine questioned. 

Javier looked between the two of you, lips drawn into a thin line. There wasn’t really any animosity between the two of you, but there was certainly an awkward tension. It had been three years since you had talked to her at the wedding and you still hadn’t forgotten how she’d gotten under your skin with her blatant judgment.

He cleared his throat, his hand snaking around to rest at your hip. “Actually, no.” Javier shook his head. “We’ve been trying.” 

Lorraine flustered at that, “Wow. Look at you Javi. Really embracing being in the family way.” She folded her arms across her chest and looked towards you. “I’m impressed.” 

“How is your husband?” You questioned, crisply, your brows rising upwards as you stared at her.

“Randy’s great. Just got a big promotion at work.” She looked to Javier then. “Are you still with the DEA? I heard a rumor you got a new job.” 

“No. I’m teaching at the University of Miami.” He pulled you a little closer, not entirely oblivious to the way you had tensed up beside him. “This one is still kicking ass and taking names.” 

You laughed a little, rolling your eyes at Javier’s praise. “I’m just consulting for the Miami Police Department. It’s much nicer than working for the federal government.” 

“I’m so glad I didn’t have to work while I was pregnant.” Lorraine sighed. “Especially with my second. I felt like I needed to be home. You know?”

“I can’t relate. There is no way I could stay stuck at home during this.” You made a face. “I have to keep busy.” Your eyes flickered towards Javier, “He makes a much better stay-at-home parent.”

“Really?” Lorraine’s brows drew together as she turned to look at Javier. “I honestly didn’t think this would last. No offense,” She offered to you, “But I know how Javi is.” 

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, before clicking it against his teeth. “I hate to break it to you Lor, but you really don’t know me.” He shook his head slowly. “Not the same guy who left you at the altar.” He pointedly looked at his watch. “Shit, pops is going to want to start cooking. We need to go relieve him of Josie-duty.” 

“It was so good to see you Lorraine.” You said with a too-cheery grin. “Merry Christmas.” 

“Merry Christmas.” She offered in return, matching your cheer with a faux-cheer of her own. 

 ——

You stretched out on the bed, sinking into the mattress as you ran your hand over the curve of your belly. Your mind wandered back to the toy store encounter with Lorraine. You understood her — she had been left at the altar by someone she had loved more than they loved her. But it was years ago and you hated that she still had Javier pegged for being that guy. Even over the course of the ten years you had known him, he had grown and evolved.

Even from just last year he had changed. 

He wasn’t trying to outrun himself anymore. 

Javier walked into the bedroom wearing just a pair of boxers and a white tee shirt that was see-through in spots from where his chest had still been wet after the shower. 

“I thought you’d be asleep.” 

“That nap did not help.” You scooted further up on the bed, tucking your legs beneath the covers. “And I keep thinking about the whole Lorraine weirdness.” You admitted. You were trying to be better about communicating. “I hate how everyone just assumes they understand our relationship.” 

“I know.” He pulled back the covers and slid under them. “I don’t get the weirdness. She said there were no hard feelings.”

“You’re precious.” You teased with a snort of laughter. “You left that woman at the altar… there will be hard feelings until the day she dies.” You shoved him in the arm playfully. “Why did you even get engaged?”

“We were fresh out of high school and it seemed like the logical next step.” He shrugged a shoulder, sinking back into the pillows beneath him. “Everyone put a lot of pressure on me to do it. We’d been sweethearts through high school, you know how it goes.” 

“You really don’t do well with pressure do you?”

Javier huffed and dragged his hand over his face. “Fuck no. I wanna have a choice. A say.” 

You scooted closer to him, draping your arm over his chest, tracing your fingers over his collarbones. “I’m sorry I took that choice away from you when it came to a lot of stuff with Josie. I know you hated keeping it a secret.” 

He squeezed your arm, before he ran his hand down the length of it. “That was different. You gave more of a shit about the DEA than I did. That was your dream and… Sometimes you’ve got to make sacrifices in a relationship.” 

You tilted your head and smiled at him. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “You wanna wait for Christmas to do gifts?”

“I told you not to get me anything.” 

Javier rolled his eyes. “I know what you’re getting me. I had to get you something.” 

“I like surprises.” You met his gaze and smiled, “How about we open them tomorrow. After everyone goes to sleep?”

“I suppose that’ll do.” Javier reached down to stroke your stomach. “How are you feeling?”

“That ginger your father gave me really worked.” You smiled at him, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. “I love you.” You whispered, feeling particularly affectionate in your exhaustion. 

His lips twitched at the corners as he smiled back, “I love you too, baby.” He turned to kiss the center of your palm. “Let’s get some sleep.”

Javier shut the light off as you rolled onto your side beneath the covers. He scooted close and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck as he curled behind you, an arm wrapped securely around your middle. People could assume that they understood your relationship, but only the two of you understood it. 

[princessjungeun]

Half and Half: Lia x Reader

where the reader is a troublemaker at school and Lia is the class nerd and she tries to help the reader graduate by tutoring her and then they catch feelings... I rly need some fluff in my life rn 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

CW: violence

When Lia agreed to tutor a student who needed help to pass the class she didn’t know it’d be you. You were known as the bitch not to be messed with. You admit you had a short fuse when it came to your anger but you fixed it earlier this year. However that doesn’t dismiss the fact that you’ve gotten into countless fights over the past 4 years you’ve been in high school.

There was the time that one kid insulted Ryujin, you broke his nose, jaw, busted his lip, and gave him a concussion. That time that one girl called Yuna ugly, you broke three of her ribs. The time someone made fun of your family, you’re not even sure what happened to them, you don’t know if they ever left the hospital. And of course the time someone tried to ask you on a date as a dare, he got a black eye and a busted lip. All that being said, you were definitely feared by everyone in school.

But despite your bad girl image, you were good in school, you were at the top of your class directly under Lia. However, nobody in the school knew that but you. The biggest issue for you was anatomy, it was the one subject you were bad at. It was all memorization which you were good at, but something about the muscles and tendons and all that, it was too much. This being said you started failing slowly, your grade slowly dropping as the year went on. But now it’s March and to graduate you need an 80, your grade is a 54%. Your teacher knew you’d be able to fix it with a little hard work and determination so she set you up to meet with Lia everyday for the rest of the year. That leads you up to now, the first day you have to meet with Lia.

You walked into the library and saw Lia sitting alone, smiling as she looked out one of the windows. Your gaze followed hers and all she was watching was the clouds. You swore you could see her lips moving as if she was talk, but upon a broaching her you realized she was singing softly. You brushed it off and decided to just bite the bullet and get this over with.

“Choi.” You stood behind her and loudly called her name. She jumped in her seat before turning around “o-oh hi Y/N...I’m tutoring you?” You nodded and sat down next to her, it was very clear that she was scared out of her mind. You found it kind of cute.

“Ok um. Let’s get started then...anatomy. Uh wh-what’s it you aren’t understanding? I mean not that you aren’t understanding. I bet you do understand. You probably understand a lot of things! You-” You cut off her nervous rambling. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” Those few words were the only thing she needed to hear to relax and talk normally.

Throughout the next few weeks you met up with her everyday. You slowly started to catch feelings for Lia and she definitely did too. She’d grab your hand over the table when you two were studying, you’d pretend not to notice. You would just stare at her admiring her beauty while she was asking you a question. She’d laugh at your blushing face when you came back to your senses, mumbling a “you’re so cute” under her breath too.

You liked being around Lia. She was truly an amazing tutor, she knew how to motivate you to do better. You could see her excitement when you got a question right and how much she wanted to help you when you got one wrong. She spent her own free time color coding diagrams and making flash cards just for you.

“That’s not fair! When she tutored me she made me write and color everything. What do you have that I don’t?” Yuna whines as she watched you flip through pages of worksheets Lia made for you. You smiled to yourself knowing she was doing this because she liked you.

Your younger friend whines about how unfair it was. See, Yuna was tutored by Lia for a math class as well as biology. You laughed “stop whining. Go bother Ryu, i’m busy, I have my final tomorrow.” The younger girl sighed and left you alone in the study room, running off to find her other best friend.

The bell rang and you went to your locker, a small note fell out reading:

You’ll do great, make me proud

- Lia ☀️

You smiled and tucked the post it note into your pocket.

When you took your exam it was a lot easier then you thought it’d be. You finished second to last but that was because you went over your answers at least fourteen times before turning it in. “I’ll be handing these back on your way out, for the remaining hour please work on something else quietly.” Your teacher collected the papers and got to grading them.

That was probably the best thing about being in a small class. There only being 14 kids in class with you, your tests, quizzes, and exams were always graded quickly. To pass the time you pulled out your phone, knowing your teacher wouldn’t care, after all everyone feared you.

On the way out you got your paper, nervously you flipped it over and saw you earned a 97% on it. You smiled knowing that this was the last thing you needed to get an A on to pass the class for the semester.

You walked out of the room to go find Lia in the library. After circling around the library and all the study rooms you didn’t see her. That was unusual, she was always here. She practically lived in the library. On your way out you noticed her backpack hanging on the back of a chair and her laptop on a table, but that was it. You felt a pit form in your stomach...something wasn’t right here.

You snatched her belongings up and sprinted out the doors to go find her. You ran into Yuna and Ryujin in the hallways and asked “where’s Lia?” Ryujin shrugged and Yuna responded “I think she’s in the back hallway? I heard some boy earlier saying he was gonna ask her out.” You asked “who? what boy?” Yuna replied “i don’t know he was a little taller than me, pretty muscular, he looked like a player though.”

Your eyes widened as you realized she as with the schools known player. He was the kind of guy to ask a girl on a date and not take no for an answer. He’d cheated on a fair share of girls from other schools as well. Just an all around piece of garbage.

You reached the back hallways and there they were. You watched from a distance and did your best to listen in. Lia was trying her best to politely decline his offer but he wasn’t letting up. She’d managed to stay steps ahead of him as she walked towards the exit which would get her to a more populated area. Just as she was about to walk away for good he grabbed her shoulder forcefully to turn her around. You heard her whimper and you saw her eyes covered in fear.

Without hesitation you grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him. He pushed Lia away so he could focus on you, and Lia fell to the ground with a thud. You heard her soft sobs, an unfamiliar anger courses through your veins. You felt your mind go completely blank, your only thought was “i’m about to beat the life out of him” .

You threw a punch and your hand collided with his jaw making him take a few steps back. You shoved him in the chest and he fell to the ground before holding him up by the shoulder and throwing a few more punches, adding a slap or two just because. Your eyes filled of fire, you only felt yourself getting angrier, stronger with every punch.

You weren’t showing signs of stopping anytime soon, adrenaline flowing through your veins. As you were about to deliver another punch you felt someone grab your hand. You saw Ryujin standing over you “stop. You’ve done enough. Take her and go, I’ll take care of him.” You grabbed him by the collar and said what you thought was only loud enough for the two of you “I swear to God if you ever think about laying your nasty hands on or near my girl again, I won’t stop. There won’t be anyone to hold me back. And i’ll make sure of it.” You let him go, letting him fall back into the lockers behind him.

You stood up and walked over to where Lia was, still laying on the ground. Making sure you had her backpack as well as yours before you scooped her up in your arms. She whimpered softly “Y/N?” Tears were still on her cheeks, her eyes puffy. You shushed her “shhh just close your eyes it’s fine. I’m here you’re ok.” You carried her in your arms all the way home, internally thanking your older brother and dad for making you take boxing and weightlifting classes with them.

When you got home you kicked the door open and laid Lia on your sofa. You left her to rest for a minute and you went to check if you got any part of your face scatched up. Luckily only your lip was bleeding which wasn’t something to worry about.

You went back to see Lia, her eyes fluttered open and she seemed more aware than before. She asked “wha-where am i?” You responded “you were in and out. I brought you home...well my home.” You told her “you have a cut on your forehead, let me fix it.” She grabbed a hold of your hand, which made your heart beat faster.

“Here” You lifted her onto the counter so she was at level with you. You grabbed a cotton ball and doused it in hydrogen peroxide and said “it’s gonna sting.” The second you placed it on her forehead she squeezed her eyes shut, a few tears leaking out as her one hand squeezed yours. You patted it dry with a cloth before putting a hot pink bandaid over the cut.

You pressed it on and smoothed your thumb over it gently. Before this moment you never really took a good look at Lia’s face. Sure you knew she was beautiful but this... she was more than that. Lia’s eyes scanned your face as well until the two of you met eyes. Slowly you felt her legs wrap around your waist and her arm rested on your shoulder. Bringing your thumb up you wiped away one of her tears and said “pretty girls like you shouldn’t cry.”

She asked “earlier...you said i’m your girl?” You replied “not unless you want to be.” She smiled softly before leaning in slowly. You followed her lead before your lips touched softly. Your hand cupped her cheek and you held her fsce as if it was the most precious and valuable thing you’d ever had.

When you two pulled away she shyly smiled before saying “yeah, i do. I want that a lot actually.” You pulled her into your embrace, she kept her head in the crook of your neck. Her breath steadily hitting your skin.

She told you “thank you...i don’t know what i’d do without you.” You pulled her away and told her “thank you too...i got a 97 on my final, I don’t know what I’d do without you too.” Her eyes lit up and she kissed you “i’m so proud of you. Really it was all you.” You laughed, holding her close once again “it was half and half.” Holding her head close to you, you kissed the side of her head and stroked her hair softly feeling her relax against you. “Fine. Half and half.” She giggles against you, pressing soft kisses against your neck as you held her in your embrace.

[medea10]

Medea’s Worst Year of All-Time Anime/Game Superlative

Nobody saw this year coming…except for maybe Barbara Walters! Who could have predicted that this year would bless us with Australia burning, the entire west coast of the U.S. set on fire, stupid people setting fires because they wanted to reveal a baby’s gender, murder hornets, Ruth Bader Ginsburg dying, an almost war with Iran, serial killer mascots arrested, policemen killing unarmed black folks for having a counterfit $20, policemen killing unarmed black folks for breaking up a fight, policemen killing black folks for holding sandwiches, policemen killing unarmed black folks for fucking sleeping, a wide variety of “Karens” coming out of the woodworks, the end of Bojack, the end of Steven Universe, the end of Empire, and a pandemic so huge it’s killed the economy, canceled fun, and given the U.S. president the dumb-fuck idea of injecting bleach to kill the virus!?

SERIOUSLY, WHO COULD HAVE PREDICTED ALL OF THIS WAS GOING TO FALL IN OUR LAPS LIKE HOT COFFEE ON THE CROTCH?!

At least there was anime this year.

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At least there was SOME anime this year.

…

Biden won the election and Vickeblanca came out with Black Catcher this year.

Hey internet, it’s Medea here to give you her trashy opinion on this years anime and games that she’s watched or played. Because for some reason, my loser-ass loves to do out-dated as fuck memes! I shouldn’t complain, this shit brings a lot of attention to my page every year when I do this. Yes, 2020 was a complete dumpster fire so large that Domestic Girlfriend is crying foul. Many of us had to go on lockdown and ended up binge-watching the entire 957+ episodes of One Piece. I did no such thing. I am one of those “essential workers” so I didn’t hunker down for 9 months straight. But when I was home, I was watching anime. Actually, I would have done that even without the pandemic. I’m an introvert and find the human race to be deplorable.

You all know how this goes. I go over the best this year had to offer me. I had to search really hard to find the good in this year, especially in the anime world. Many things had to be put on hiatus or were delayed to a later date. Just a reminder, I don’t discriminate in what year the anime or game came out. If something came out in the happier times of 2007, that anime or game counts! Let’s get at it!

First Fandom of 2020: Interspecies Reviewers

Did anyone expect a fan-favorite of 2020 was going to be a hentai? Did anyone have on their batshit 2020 bingo card that a hentai was going to grab everybody’s attention? At the beginning of the year, my mind was set on the Railgun sequel and Eizoken. It wasn’t until licensors, streaming sites, and TV stations in Japan dropped this series that I started to pay attention. And got immediately hooked! It’s about three men going to different brothels and reviewing their time with the ladies. And these ladies are of different species! So with every bang comes possible enlightenment, new kinks, or a night of having your dick sucked off more than humanly possible. This anime blew away all of my skepticism and first impressions right out the window. Maybe it’s because I’m a degenerate and am often curious about sexual content, but this was a guilty pleasure of mine this year.

Favorite Main Character of 2020: Moroha from Yashahime

I know the majority of this story is going to revolve around Towa and Setsuna, but can we please focus a little more energy on the spunky, quarter-demon girl?! I know they’re pitting Moroha as the comic relief, but I’m hopeful that she’s going to surprise us one day. We fans of InuYasha would spend the past decade and some change wondering what InuYasha and Kagome’s daughter would be like. This year, we got our answer with Moroha. She’s got this wild side to her, probably due to the fact that she’s spent her entire life on her own. And while she’s silly at times, she can get down to business in a pinch. She has her father’s sense of smell. She has a sword. She’s able to shoot sacred arrows much like her mother. And to top it all off, she has this special rouge that if she puts it on, she’s able to unleash that ¼ demon power inside her and become Beniyasha! Yeah, I know the power only lasts a minute, she’s only 14, give her a break! I will gladly go through another week scratching my head at the confusion this story gives me if I get to see one more second of Moroha and her crazy antics or her bad-ass slaying.

Favorite Villain of 2020: The Devil Believers from Black Clover

This was one hell of a year for Black Clover. It would have been an easy choice to pick the devil and possible super devil that appeared during the elf fight. But I’d like to give a nod to the filler arc villains. And you can’t blame this group for wanting the power of the devil. They’re literally the bottom-rung of the Clover Kingdom and ones with little to no power or mana. So I can agree with why they would want the power of the devil. For one thing, they’d have more power. And for another thing, they’d be able to exact revenge on those who have wronged them. On some occasions I agree with exacting revenge and when it comes to the nobles and some characters in Black Clover, some folks do deserve death. I mean, have you met the king of the Clover Kingdom? Plus, this town and many other poorer towns get looked over by the kingdom. Peasant uprise! Anyways, I thought these people were really crafty in their crimes. I mean, they were able to knock Asta out on his ass with specially made poisons. I was actually hooked to this story of Black Clover (despite it being a filler arc). I know we’ll never see them again as they have been exiled, but it did have me semi-rooting for them.

Favorite Video Game Character of 2020: Honey from Pokemon – Sword & Shield (Expansion Pass)

Sorry Raymond from Animal Crossing!

Honey is the saucy wife of Mustard…I did not expect that to come out the way it did, but here we are! She has one hell of a team you can fight once a day. She looks out for her husband, the dojo, and the students of the dojo like they were her own children by providing food, drinks, and others. However that does come at a price as you do have to give up a sizable chunk of your watts that you collect in raid dens. I’m sure a bunch of MILF chasers were more than happy enough to give her all their hard-earned watts just so they can have their one-on-one moment on the beach with Honey.

What won me over was when that one guy from a rival dojo bad-mouthed her husband’s dojo and she…I think she kicked this guy’s ass herself. I don’t think she used any of her pokemon. Game Freak won’t show it, but we all know she kicked this guy’s ass to a point where he’s begging for mercy.

Honey, for the win!

Favorite Game of 2020: Animal Crossing New Horizons

This game was just Zen for me. I know the release of this game came with some controversy like Gamestop saying it’s an essential business and will remain open for people to get their copies of the game. Hell, I was one of those assholes in line waiting to get a copy on March 20th. Did I predict that a pandemic was going to rage out of control when I got a prepay copy of this for Christmas 2019? NO! I only predict political things, not deadly pandemics! The good news, we social distanced, didn’t catch the covid and got the game.

Anyways, this game has been a non-stop calming and fun ride. I can even forgive their botch-up of Bunny Day. They even have events for holidays I never thought they would ever touch. I mean, does anybody know when Museum Day is? Probably not until Animal Crossing had an event for it! I’ve been able to let my freak-flag fly with designing my island. And this goes way beyond New Leaf for the 3DS. I can make a sign post with the words “Fuck Trump” on it and post it in my yard. I can dig up trees and plant them elsewhere. I can poop in a toilet. I can craft furniture and put my own design on it. My furniture can have Tracey Sketchit’s beautiful mug on it. I can sit on Tracey Sketchit’s face. I am a sick fuck and I don’t care. I can give Raymond and Bob maid outfits. Magical time in my game! My hopes for next year…I don’t know, get the Festivale furniture, get Papi and Olivia to join my island, maybe visit Danny Trejo’s island, who knows, sky’s da limit!

Favorite Het Couple of 2020: Nasa and Tsukasa Yuzaki from Tonikawa

This is one of the most unorthodox marriages I’ve ever seen. But in this 90 Day Fiance world we’re living in, I shouldn’t pass judgement on these two getting married in episode one and not knowing much about each other. Nasa meets Tsukasa as he was about to be plowed by a truck. Tsukasa saves his life. Nasa says she’s beautiful. Tsukasa says she’ll be his girlfriend if they get married. He agrees. She disappears. Four years later, Tsukasa appears in front of Nasa’s front door with a marriage registration form. Congratulations buddy, you’ve got yourself a waifu! In some way, this felt like watching Yamato and Takeo from My Love Story. I was fascinated with them progressing through their relationship. The only difference is that Yamato and Takeo took the old-fashioned route. This couple did everything ass-backwards in terms of having a relationship. But I couldn’t take my eyes off Nasa and Tsukasa’s relationship during each episode. I find them cute.

Favorite Yuri Couple of 2020: Karin Asaka x Emma Verde from Love Live Nijigasaki High School Idol Club

AAAAAAAAAH! I’M IN IDOL HELL AGAIN! Yeah, no kidding! I came this close to putting Miu x Nicole from that abomination 22/7. But thank God for Love Live! There’s no telling if any of the girls from the Love Live franchise are confirmed to be lesbians. But fuck it, all of them attend all-girl schools, no males exist anywhere, and Sunshine gave us Kanan x Mari! Yeah, you know Kanan and Mari is canon as fuck, don’t at me. So naturally, I found more third-years to ship in the new Love Live series. Now I know I should have put up Ai x Rina or Ayumu x Yuu. Especially the latter due to recent events! But Emma x Karin is my OTP.

Now Emma is an exchange student from Switzerland and in coming to Nijigasaki, she first meets Karin and they became instant friends. When Emma said she wants to become an idol, Karin helped her quite a bit. Even though Karin had no interest in being an idol as her modeling career is starting up, Karin would occasionally help Emma out. And surprise, surprise, Karin ends up fascinated with the idol world and Emma helps her come to the light to be herself there. Okay, I’m totally reading this in some fragmented way, but I’m currently playing Love Live School Idol Festival All Stars and the app game has a lot more stuff involving stuff the anime has yet to talk about. Confirmed or not, Karin x Emma for the win!

Favorite Yaoi Couple of 2020: Eiji Okumura x Ash Lynx from Banana Fish

It took me a while to get here, but I finally made it to 2018’s overlooked gem. Forgive me for not being fully caught up, but from what I’m watching at the moment, I’m sticking to my guns and supporting the hell out of this. I mean, I could have mentioned The Titan’s Bride here…but fuck no, I ain’t goin’ down that mess! Ash has gone through a lot, I mean a helluva lot in his past. His cute boy looks have made him a target on the streets of New York, with mafia dons, and with prison inmates. But dude can kill if you mess with him. Then you have Eiji, who is just a literal example of a “pure cinnamon roll (until episode 8)”. These two are as opposite as you can possibly get. Ash is from New York and Eiji is from Japan. Ash likes hot dogs with everything on it. Eiji likes grilled fish and natto. Ash spent the majority of his life killing on the streets. Eiji was a track superstar. You get my meaning. But when we got these two together it’s quite adorable. Ash is really able to change when he’s around Eiji. Ash isn’t some heartless killer on the street about to kill a thug with prosthetic fingers. When he’s with Eiji, he’s a joker that can easily get scared of pumpkins. And even in later episodes, you got these two acting like a husband and wife.

Fandom That You Didn’t Expect to Get Into: Les Miserables – A Girl Named Cosette

Let me explain a little something. Les Mis! I have never seen the play, watched the movie, or read the novel prior to picking up this anime. Not a single one of those! And that’s a bit of a head-scratcher when you realize I was a bit of a musical theater nut in my teenage years. But one thing I do like is when Japan does an anime based on plays or historical events (like Romeo x Juliet or Rose of Versailles). The second I popped in Les Miserables the anime, I wanted to binge watch the whole 52 episode series. It is by no means a perfect adaptation of the Victor Hugo novel. Several key players end up surviving all the way up to the end of the story! But because this was my very first viewing of anything Les Mis, I took to the story of Cosette and was eager to see what was going to happen next in her tale. Unlike the movies and play, Cosette was the main focus of the story besides Jean Valjean and Javert. And thanks to watching the unfortunate stories of Cosette, Jean Valjean, the Thenadiers, Javert, Marius, and the rest, I thought it was time to watch the OTHER adaptations to Les Mis.

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Russell Crowe sucks.

Fandom That Made An Unexpected Comeback: Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni

Higurashi or When They Cry is one of my favorite fandoms of all time! So naturally when we heard that it was making a comeback, I was excited. It was also very odd that Higurashi was given this sequel or reboot. Ahem! There’s another franchise that needs a face-lift. Umineko still deserves a better treatment. Plus, now that this series was out of the faulty hands of Studio Deen, Higurashi will get the special care it deserves. Believe it or not, it wasn’t just the anime that made a comeback for me, but the manga as well. Since 2009, I’ve read several volumes (out of order) and would every now and then come back to read the story. Back to the anime, this reboot or sequel…you know what, I’m gonna call it a “rebooqual”! This rebooqual sucked me back to the town of Hinamizawa and all the murders. Every week, I find myself comparing the current episode to one from the 2006 version. But then the fourth episode of each arc seems to catch me off guard.

Where are they going with this story and these twist endings to our favorite arcs? I did not expect Rena to turn a simple attempted murder into the end of School Days! I didn’t expect Rika to die in the most disgusting fashion they could think of. Could someone kill Teppei fucking Hojo? I will pay ¥5000 for someone to do that job. So yeah, because I know how much of this plays out and who does what, I’m usually watching and reading while making wise-ass remarks. But I still have fun with it.

Fandom That Inspired the Most Crack: Konosuba

In a year where I caught up with the popular Isekais like Shield Hero and Re:Zero, I found the wacky misadventures of Kazuma Satou to be amusing as all get-out. From the first 5 minutes, I found myself laughing at Kazuma’s misfortune. Seriously, how the fuck do you mistake a tractor for a car, have a heart attack, piss yourself, and fucking die in the first couple minutes to the series? You can only get away with this shit in gag animes! But it’s not just Kazuma’s dumbass, there’s a mage who only does explosions, but loses all her energy after one blow-up. Then there’s a busty, blonde who gets turned on by getting hurt and can’t strike anything with her sword. Anime’s biggest masochist or Cheryl Tunt incarnate, I haven’t decided which one to believe! Then you have this loud, crazy goddess chick named Aqua. She’s also useless about 86% of the time! Watching their unfortunate missions is all the crack that I need to get through this year. Seriously, Darkness is just all kinds of fucked up, but we love her.

Last Fandom of 2020: Yashahime

That’s right, the InuYasha sequel gets top spot here! Even though week after week I find myself asking more questions than when the episode started, I’m still hooked. If you’re like me, you watched and fell in love with the series InuYasha. So if they’re doing a sequel, you’re expecting to see all of your favorite characters from the prequel like InuYasha, Kagome, Miroku, Sango, Sesshomaru, Koga, Rin, and the rest. Actually, no! Quite the opposite! We’ve got Sesshomaru’s daughters, but no Sesshomaru. Rin is sleeping in a tree we think! We’ve got InuYasha and Kagome’s daughter, but they’re M.I.A. None of the girls even know a thing about their birth parents.

Now are these new characters a catch like the ones from the previous series? Some are! The three main girls, yes! Especially Moroha! I’ve already praised her name earlier in the superlative. Towa and Setsuna do take on some personality traits from their parents. Setsuna is definitely serious like Sesshomaru and Towa sometimes has a carefree yet loyal aura to her like Rin. I know I’m always skeptical when a series gives us a sequel featuring the offspring of the main characters. Especially when you’ve got some lame examples like Boruto and Eureka Seven AO (I might retract my diss on Boruto later)! As each week gives us a new episode, we’re unraveling new clues into a lot of things involving our old favorite characters, as well as the new ones. So I have high hopes for Yashahime for the time being!

[heylookafanfic]

Pairing: Joyce x Mall Gang x Byers! Reader

brief summary: You and the gang are fighting the Mindflayer in the mall but things take a unexpected turn for the worst.

word count: 1.7k words requested: Nope, original! (send in those requests!) warnings: death, finding out a loved one is hurt, mentions of blood, injury, cursing, losing consciousness

You, Mike and Max had stayed behind at the mall to take care of El after an impromptu open leg surgery to get the mini-flayer out. Joyce and Hop were off to turn off the portal to the UpsideDown. Dustin and Erica went to contact Suzy. Lucas, Will, Jonathan, Nancy, Steve, and Robbin were out, driving the MindFlayer as far as possible from town. That is, until it made a u-turn and head back to the mall.

The three of you were walking out to the parking lot, supporting El in-between Max and Mike.

“What the hell does this thing even look like?” you asked Mike

“It looks like a spider but a million times bigger” he responded

“It’s bigger than the one at the hospital?!” Max asked

“Yeah” Mike said

El let out a groan

“We’re almost there El. I promise we-”

Suddenly, Billy emerged from his burning car and spotted you.

“Shit, go, go, go, go!!” Mike panicked

You all ran back into the mall, trying to find a safe place to hide.

“I’ll hold him off” Max said

“No! I’ll do it!” you said

“What?! No! Nobody’s leaving!” said Mike

“Don’t fight me on this. Max, stay with them and keep going!” you said

They pause and give you a concerned look

“GO!” you shouted

Just as they got out of view, Billy burst in. He was eyeing you down yet, you didn’t break eye contact. You were scared but you sure as hell wasn’t gonna let to show.

“Where are they?” he growled

“Go fuck yourself Hargrove” you spat

Grabbing you by your throat, he slammed you against the wall and your head hit first, making a loud thud as you fell. Luckily, it wasn’t enough to make you unconscious. Brushing yourself off, you ran and attempted to drop kick him. You might as well just kicked a pile of cinderblocks because that’s what it felt like. Billy wasn’t phased by it and kept walking toward the kids. You ran out the back door and into the parking lot.

“Y/N!” a voice yelled

You turned around to find Lucas, Will, Jonathan, Nancy, Steve and Robbin. They caught up with you, arms full of fireworks and jogged into the entrance of the mall.

“What happened to your plan?” you asked

“Mr. Mindflayer decided he wanted to come back” Lucas said

“What do we do now?”

“We got a plan but it may or may not work”

“Okay? What is it?” you ask

“How far can you throw?”

Suddenly, Max and Mike shot out of Scoops Ahoy in a panic.

“Hey! Up here!” Max shouted

Everyone ran up the flight of stairs, meeting the two.

“Where’s El?” Jonathan asked

“Billy took her!”

“What?! I thought you were with her the whole time!” said Steve

“We were but he nearly killed us for her” said Mike

The ground began to shake. Will looked up at the glass ceiling of the food court.

“GO! GO! GO! GO!” Jonathan yelled

Armed with fireworks, the gang took position on the top level of the mall, hiding behind trash cans, store signs, and plastic plants for cover. The MindFlayer is here and boy is this going to be one hell of a story to tell after it’s dead and gone. The monster that overtook lil ‘ol Hawkins, Indiana was live and in the flesh. Hearing it’s ear shattering wails, you take a deep breath in. Steve looked at you from his hiding spot.

“You okay Y/N?” he mouthed

You were still a bit disoriented from hitting your head but, you didn’t want to sit this one out. You exhaled and nodded.

He gave you a thumbs up and waited for the cue.

El was inches away from being MindFlayer food and tensions were high.

Steve counted.

One.

Tw-

“FLEE THIS, YOU UGLY PIECE OF SHIT!” Lucas yells as he chucks a lit firework at the monster

It explodes and knocks the MindFlayer off balance and into a support beam.

Everybody beings throwing their fireworks one by one. From firecrackers to Black Cats, the monster takes a bit of damage but, not enough to kill it. This was your first encounter with the mindflayer but, if it meant saving the world from complete destruction, you might as well give it all you got. You have a limited arsenal of explosives and so does the rest of the gang but it seemed like this battle went on for an hour. Nothing seemed to work and soon enough, everyone was yelling “I’M OUT!!”. You and Robbin  were the only two that still had a few left and suddenly, an idea came to mind. If you could get one into its mouth, that’d probably kill it. Not the brightest idea but it was worth trying. You sprint over to her and take the largest firework, leaving the rest of your ammo.

“What are you doing?” she shouted over the noise

You ignored her and dashed towards a spot behind the Flayer on the first floor. If you could get close enough to it, it’ll turn around, you could take your shot and get the hell out of there before Flayer guts could get on you.

“I’M OUT!” Robbin yells

That’s your cue.

You whistle and it’s loud enough to get it’s attention. It turns around and roars as you throw the last explosive. It lands in it’s mouth and detonates. There’s a eery silence. Is it over? Did you deliver the final blow that saved the world?

No.

The Flayer flings one of its legs at you, sending you flying into the counter of one of the restaurants.

You’re out cold. All you remember is seeing its leg and everything turned to black. It’s all over isn’t it? Well, at least you died a hero. Are you a hero? Oh no, mom. Mom almost lost Will but now you? This wasn’t how it’s supposed to end. Mom, Will, and Jonathan are going to live their lives without you forever and all because of a goddamn alien thing? Shit, shit, shit.

After your mom closed the portal to the UpsideDown thus, killing the MindFlayer, everyone ran downstairs and rushed to El and you. El was had bumps and bruises but wanted them to tend to you. Max grieved over Billy’s body and El held her tight as she sobbed.

Your brothers, Steve, Robbin, Nancy and Mike pulled your body from the rubble and Will yelled for you. Nancy held him back from seeing the aftermath.

“Y/N?! Oh my God! Wake up! Come on!” Johnathan shouted

“Joyce?! Hop?! Dustin? Anyone, come in!!” Mike shouted over the walkie talkie.

“This is Joyce, is everyone okay?” your mom replied

“Miss. Byers, we need you ASAP! Y/N’s down and it’s bad!”

“Wait, wait wait. Who’s down?!” Joyce panicked

Jonathan took the walkie talkie form Mike

“Y/N!! Y/N’s DOWN! MOM HURRY!” ——–

Feeling hands grab your shoulders, you thought that an angel was probably pulling you up to heaven. Well, it’s been nice Earth.

“Y/N?!”

You couldn’t see anything but you most definitely heard a voice yelling your name

“Y/N?!”

There it goes again. What the-.

“They’re not waking up!” another voice said

Out of nowhere, you heard a comforting voice

“Y/N? It’s mommy. Oh no, baby, please come back to mommy. Please”

Mom! You can hear her but you can’t see her. You can feel a heaviness on your chest. Ow! Hey! Now, it really hurts.

You open your eyes just enough to see light. You can see big blobs but you can’t make them out.

“Hey! There they are!” Robbin said

She had been doing CPR on you for the past 3 minutes

You tried to sit up but a hand gently pushed you back

“No, no, no. Don’t move” Jonathan said

A groan escaped from your mouth. You feel something rub across your hand repeatedly. With the eye that wasn’t swollen shut, you looked at you hand and saw your mom. She was crying tears of relief and rubbed her thumb across the back of your hand.

“Sweetheart, can you hear me?” she asked

You could hear her alright. Everything was awfully loud and sounded like a plastic bag was over your head.

You just squeezed her hand with what little strength you had in you. She smiled and kissed your forehead.

“Mom, they’re losing a lot of blood” Jonathan worried

You looked down at your stomach and blacked out again from the sight of the deep gash. — Waking up to the clean smell of an ambulance was nice. What wasn’t nice is being hooked up to tubes and wires.

You opened your eyes again and saw Joyce and 2 paramedics staring at you.

“Mom?” you said reaching for her

“Don’t move sweetheart. We’re almost to the hospital” she said

Someone was missing. Hop. Hop was missing. He’s been like a father to you since your dad left. He was always there for you and you can’t imagine him not being by your side in a situation like this.

“Mom, where’s Hopper?” you said in a hoarse voice

Joyce took a shaky breath

“I’m so sorry”

“Huh? No! Where is he?!” you cried

“He didn’t make it baby” she said

It took you a while to process the news. It wasn’t enough time because by the time you were rushed through the ER doors, the nurses put you under again for surgery.

—-

You woke up for the 3rd time and everyone was in your post-op room.

“Hey hero!” your big brother said

Everyone said their greetings to you.

“Hey badass! I heard what happened” said Dustin

“I heard you kicked the MindFlayers ass right before you got sucker punched by it” said Erica

“Erica!” Lucas reprimanded his sister

Things got quiet when Will came to your side.

“Don’t leave us again, please”

With Will being the baby of the family, you always made promises to him. Pinky promises started back when he was 5 and ever since, it stuck.

“I pinky promise” you said

Your voice was still hoarse but at least you can talk in full sentences. You saw El in the corner of the room.

“El” you said

She came to your side

“Is it true?” you asked

She gave you the saddest eyes.

“yes” she nodded

You sighed. The room got quiet when Joyce walked in.

“We’ll give you two a minute” Nancy said ushering everyone out

As soon as everyone left, Joyce kissed your forehead and you cried. She held your hand and cried with you. Things would never be the same in Hawkins. Especially without Hop.