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cherrycola27 · 1 year ago

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Whoever's in Lemoore

Hello, loves! I wrote this for @roosterforme 's #tgmrocktober challenge!

This fic is based on the Reba McEntire song "Whoever's in New England"

Warnings: Language, cheating, pregnancy and related complications. Angst

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Bob Floyd was the best husband you could have ever asked for. He was kind, smart, hard-working, and attentive.

You were an elementary teacher, and Bob was a WSO. The two of you probably never would have met, had your best friend Jennifer "Boston" Lyons not set the two of you up. The two of you grew up together, and Jeni was a member of Bob's squadron in Lemoore.

Unfortunately, when Bob was called back to Top Gun and then eventually given a permanent station in San Diego, you had to leave her behind, but it was fine. You two had always made a long-distance friendship work. Honestly, it had helped prepare you for the times that your husband was deployed.

You were thankful though, that with his new station, deployments would be less frequent.

After buying a house and settling down, the two of you decided to start trying for children. Bob had three siblings, and while you didn't have any, both of you agreed on the fact that you wanted at least three kids.

You both also knew how stressful it could be on a couple when trying for children, so you decided to stop taking your birth control and have fun for a year. If you got pregnant, great, if not, after a year, the two of you would get serious, start tracking cycles, and see a specialist if needed.

You had really hoped that each month, you'd get a positive pregnancy test, but month after month, they came up negative.

Bob was extremely supportive of you, and after a year, the two of you buckled down. You tracked your cycle, both of you watched your diet, and you even saw a fertility doctor who assured you that both of you were healthy and to give it time.

Give it time.

You tried to give it time, you really did. But you were so desperate to be a mother that it started to take a toll on you, Bob, and your marriage.

Suddenly, trying for a baby wasn't as fun as it once was. Sex became more of a chore rather than a thing of enjoyment.

But finally—finally you and Bob got the miracle you'd been hoping for. Only, you seemed to be more excited about it than he was.

You chalked it up to shock.

Unfortunately, pregnancy was not easy for you. Early on, you were diagnosed with hyperemesis gravidarum, which caused you to experience dehydration and a short hospital stay. Your blood pressure was also dangerously high, and your blood sugar wasn't at a level that the doctors were happy with.

Which is why, at sixteen weeks, you were put on bed rest until your child was born.

It was hard for both of you. You couldn't eat or sleep. You were moody and irritable. You libido was also in the toilet. You hated your life, but you knew it would all be worth it.

At first, Bob seemed so supportive, but as time passed, be became cold and distant.

Looking at it now, you can pinpoint where the cracks in the foundation of your marriage started. If only you'd seen them sooner.

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"Honey, I'm home." Bob called as he entered the kitchen. You were sitting on the couch watching TV. It was late. Almost 8pm. You had already eaten dinner, showered and changed into some comfy clothes.

You offered Bob a weak hello as he came in the door. He'd been getting home from work later and later.

In the darkest part of your mind, you thought the worst—that he had someone else. But he wouldn't do that to you. He was your Robby. You were carrying his son for crying out loud.

On a particularly bad day, you asked him about it. He was almost heartbroken that you could even think that.

He soothed your worries by telling you, "I'm working on important things for our future. I'm an officer on his way up. I'm trying to make sure you and the baby are taken care of." You believed him. You cried as you apologized to him.

"How's my favorite girl and my favorite little guy?" Bob asked as he came and kneeled in front of you on the couch. He pressed a few kisses to your stomach before moving to your lips.

"We are fine." You sighed as he trailed his lips across your jaw to your ear. "Fine? Is that so?" He whispered. His hot breath fanning across your skin.

Bob trailed one of his hands to the apex of your thighs before you stopped him.

"Bob, not tonight. I've been sick all day, and I've finally been able to keep something down." You told him with an apologetic smile.

He didn't say anything. He stood up, muttered something under his breath, and wordlessly went to shower.

You sat there and wept. You hated yourself. You felt like the worst wife on the planet.

Later that night, you tried to make it up to Bob, but you got sick halfway through. After you had puked your guts out, Bob had tried to hold you, but you didn't want to be touched. It led to an argument and him sleeping on the couch. What a Monday.

Tuesday, Bob came home and told you he'd be going to Lemoore Wednesday afternoon to help with a training workshop on Thursday and Friday and he would be back late Saturday evening.

"Again?" You sighed. "Bob, that's the third time this month! And you went several times the past two months. Doesn't Admiral Simpson understand that you have a pregnant wife at home who is high risk?" You ask him.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, but just a few more weeks and everything will dial down. I promise." Bob said as he kissed your head and went to pack a bag.

The only thing you had to look forward to was that Jeni—or Boston, as she typically went by her call sign now, was supposed to visit this weekend.

However, se called you Wednesday night telling you that she was sick and wouldn't make it.

So, you spent the rest of the week alone, sulking, in your all too quiet house.

When Bob came home on Saturday, you were feeling good. The best you had in all thirty weeks of your pregnancy.

You made him his favorite dinner and greeted him at the door with a big kiss. He was more than happy to sit down and have a meal with you.

After dinner, you urged him to shower, with the hope that you'd be able to spend some sensual time together.

While he was showering, you grabbed his bag to unpack it and do some laundry.

As you were taking his clothes out, a feminine scent washed over your extra sensitive nose.

Perfume—and it wasn't yours. But you were sure you smelled it before, you just couldn't place it.

You shook your head before letting your mind wander. Bob worked with women, and he was friendly—one of them probably gave him a hug and was wearing a lot of perfume—it made sense. Bob wasn't that kind of guy.

You dismissed the feeling in your gut and started the washing machine.

A few minutes later, Bob's phone rang. You checked the caller ID only to see that Jeni—your best friend was calling him.

"Jeni?" You said as you answered the phone.

"Y/N!" She exclaimed, almost as if she was surprised to hear your voice.

"Jeni, why are you calling Bob?" You asked her. There was a long pause.

"Jeni—why are you calling my husband?" You ask, this time a little more forcefully.

"Oh, Y/N, it was supposed to be a surprise. I'm coming down at the end of the month because I was going to throw you a surprise baby shower, and Bob has been helping me with it." She tells you.

"Aww, Jeni, that's so sweet. Well, I'll have him call you back so I don't ruin anything else!" You cheer into the phone before hanging up.

"Why do you have my phone?" Bob asks you. You turn around, surprised to see him.

"Jeni—er—Boston, I guess, called you to talk about the baby shower that you're helping her plan. I'm sorry I ruined the surprise, but Robby, you're the sweetest!" You say as you wrap him in a hug.

"Baby shower—right." Bob breathes out. "Let me call her back." Bob says as he takes his phone. You leave to give him privacy, but before you can make it down the hall, you hear him speak in harsh, angry whispers. You hate that you ruined his surprise, but you wish he wouldn't be so hard om Jeni. It's not her fault.

Another week passes, and Bob becomes more distant from you. You hyperemesis gravidarum is acting up again and your mood is all over the place.

He's coming home from work later, and you can't help but wonder if something is amiss. But you dismiss it time and time again.

One Wednesday afternoon, you decide to surprise Bob on base with his favorite lunch.

You walk into the rec room where his fellow aviators are waiting and they look at you like you have three heads.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Rooster asks you.

"I came to bring Bob some lunch. Where is he?" You ask them.

"Bob left early today. He said the two of you had some appointments this afternoon." Phoenix tells you.

In that moment, the world around you stops. The container of chicken pot pie and chocolate chip cookies slip from your hands and crash to the floor.

"Shit!" You exclaimed as you saw the mess you made.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Hangman asks as he grabs some paper towels to clean up the mess.

"Yes, it's just I forgot, and I'm so late." You say as you turn on your heels to go to the hallway as you try to hold back tears.

"Y/N!" Phoenix calls after you. She intercepts you in the hallway.

"Is everything alright?" She asks you.

There's no point in lying.

"No. Nothing is alright. Between how hard this pregnancy has been and Bob having to go to Lemoore to teach classes, and him lying about where he is today. I think—I think he's having an affair." You finally admit.

"What do you mean he's been going to Lemoore?" Phoenix asks you.

You look at her blankly.

"Oh my god, I'm so fucking stupid. He's told me that almost every other weekend that he's had to help teach some classes in Lemoore. But that's when—that's when he has been going to see his mistress! That's where he is now! Oh my god!" You cried. Phoenix took you into her arms before leading you down the hallway to her office.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, maybe there is another explanation." Phoenix offers, but you can tell she isn't sincere. "I smelled perfume on his clothes, and he's been hiding his phone. I should have seen the signs, but I've been busy growing a human." You cry harder.

"It's all my fault. I've pushed him away. I've been so moody and sex—I haven't had the desire to—I drove him into another woman's arms." You sigh.

"Hey now, this isn't your fault." Phoenix tells you. "Let me take you home. You're in no shape to drive." Phoenix says. You agree and she helps you to her car.

"I need to call my best friend, Boston, she's a pilot, too. She was supposed to come down next weekend to throw me a baby shower, but now I don't want her to. I can't—I can't believe this." You sob as you dail her number, but it goes to voicemail.

"Your best friend's name is Boston?" Phoenix asks you. "It's her call sign." You tell her.

Phoenix swallowed thickly, praying her gut was wrong.

Phoenix offers to stay with you until Bob shows up, but you tell her you need to be alone.

You grab one of Bob's duffle bags and start stuffing his things in it. There's no way you are letting him stay in your house. At thirty-three weeks pregnant, you probably shouldn't be stomping up and down the stairs, especially with you being high risk, but you have to.

You make your way through the house every time you see a picture of you and Bob. You tear it off the wall or shelf it's on and throw it across the room.

He comes home late that night and hears you screaming. He rushes in the house and finds the living room destroyed and sees one of his duffle bags packed on the couch.

"Honey, Y/N, are you okay?" Bob asks you. You look at him, he looks so concerned.

You don't say anything to him. Instead, you march up to him and slap him so hard that his glasses fall off his face. He picks them up and looks at you like you're a wild animal.

"What the fuck was that for?" He curses at you.

"You know exactly what it's for, you liar." You spit at him.

"Honey, what are you talking about?" He asks.

"How long? How long has it been going on?" You question him.

"How long has what been going on?" He feigns ignorance.

"How long have you been sleeping with someone in Lemoore?" You accuse him. Bob tenses at your words. A day he had hoped would never happen, has.

"Don't even try to deny it. I looked through our credit card statements and saw the hotel charges." You say to him.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." Bob says.

"Sorry? You're sorry? Why? Because you cheated or because you got caught?" You laugh. "It doesn't even matter. I packed you a bag. You can go stay with your mistress. And when whoever is in Lemoore is through with you, don't try to come back to me. Also, I'm telling you now, you will not be a part of this baby's life." You say as you try not to cry.

"Y/N, please, don't do this, I'm sorry, Boston, and I never meant to hurt you, it just—"

"Boston? Boston—as in Jeni? As in my best fucking friend who is like a sister to me? As in the person who introduced us? You've been fucking her?" Rage thrums through your veins. "I can't believe you, Robert. Take your things and leave. There's the door."

You turn away from him.

"Well, what did you expect, Y/N? You've pushed me away. You're moody and sick all the time. You never want to be physical. I was lonely. I needed someone, and Boston was there for me." Bob defends himself.

"You needed someone? You were lonely? That's rich. You don't think I've been lonely? You don't think I needed someone? The two people who were supposed to be there for me are the ones who betrayed me.

Bob opens his mouth to speak, but he quickly shuts it again.

"I packed a bag for you. We can work out a day where you can come get the rest of your things. Because when Boston decides she has better things to do, you don't have a home here anymore." You tell him as you sit down in the kitchen.

"Also, I called your mother, and while she and your family are more than welcome to be in this child's life, you won't be." You say.

"You called my mother?" Bob asks is disbelief. "Yes, Rebecca is very disappointed in you and told me to say that you weren't welcome in her home." You state.

Bob shakes his head. "So that's it? You're just giving up on us?" Bob asks as he stands at the door with his bag in hand.

"Don't try to spin this around on me. You're the one who gave up on us, Robert Floyd." You deadpan. There's no remorse in your voice as you ask him to leave.

Bob knows there is no point in trying to argue. He hangs his head and walks out the door.

That night, the Dagger Squad comes over to comfort you. Maverick asks you if you'd like to move to have Bob and Jeni dishonorbly discharged for their actions, but you turn him down. There's no sense in dragging it out.

Coyote and Hangman work to change all the locks for you in the house. Payback and Fanboy clean up the broken glass and thrown items in your floor.

You tell Maverick and Rooster where to find Bob's things, and they pack all of them in trash bags for you.

Phoenix sits with you on the couch, your head on her shoulder and she holds you as you cry.

Two weeks later, you find out that Bob put in a transfer to Lemoore after you serve him with divorce papers. You make sure to clean out your joint accounts before he can touch them.

Four weeks after that, your son is born.

Connor James Y/L/N is absolutely perfect when he is born. He has your features, and you're thankful for that. You don't know what you would have done if he'd come out looking like his father.

The Daggers and your family rally around you. True to your word, you let Bob's parents and sisters be in Connor's life. It's not their fault that Bob messed everything up.

You know, one day that your son will ask about his father, by then, you hope you'll have the words to tell him.

You also know that one day, you'll see Bob again. When you do, you'll ask him if whoever was in Lemoore was worth it.

You hope he's says no.

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differentsublimephantom · 7 months ago

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Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure, Back to the Future, and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off deserve a crossover. LIKE- try and tell me that Captain Logan, Ed Rooney, and Marty’s principal (forgot his name, the one who says Marty’s a disappointment) wouldn’t get along!! And Bill, Ted, Marty, and Ferris would totally be friends. Marty teacher B&T to play guitar, Ferris sings. The princesses, Jenifer, and Jenie tease the boys when they mess up, and cheer when they actually get through playing a song. Rufus and Doc fall in love. Everyone loves Einstein (the dog not the historical figure).

#80’s movies #bill and teds excellent adventure #back to the future #marty mcfly #doc brown #Bill and Ted #bill and ted rufus #ferris bueller's day off #Ferris Bueller

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hphm-jeniferltheman · 2 years ago

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No Surprise

[Spoiler and Long Explanation Ahead]

a bit of spoiler cause i'm still in year 5 of the game and i have a lot i wanted to draw before this event

I listen to this song in repeat while making this maybe you should too? (also the reference of the title)

In Year 6, after the death of their best friend, Ben and Jeniferl decided that it is best to break up for the meantime.

Ben believed that despite being together, he had failed to protect her and the people she cares about. The death of Rowan shows that he is still incapable to protect the others, despite his attempts to change. He felt worthless and believed that only a strong, courageous person could be with Jeniferl that can keep her safe... unlike him. He will keep changing, even if it makes him the worst version of himself, until he has proved to himself that he is capable of becoming that person.

Jeniferl on the other hand, didn't want more people to die because of her. She once again blamed herself from all misfortune and believed that the more she is attached to someone, the closer death will come to them. After the death of her best friend, she fears Ben will be next therefore she wants to maintain her distance and, to the best of her ability, suppress her emotions in order to concentrate on breaking the family curse and the curse vault. If she kept bringing ill fortune, she believed she didn't deserve to be loved.

The breakup left a bitter taste in their relationship. They told one another that they could do anything they wanted regardless of what the other think, but their relationship is over.

On the day of the Masquerade ball

It was surprising how Jeniferl was on the ball despite all the tragedy that happened to her; it was Barnaby’s idea for her to go. Jeniferl and Barnaby are like siblings to one another, for they share the same interest in magical creatures and dueling. Feeling bad about what happened to her, he invited Jeniferl to a dance at the ball in an attempt to cheer her up, which she appreciated and agreed with. But what’s more surprising is what they saw in the Ball,

Ben and Ismelda were dancing together.

Everyone was startled that the two were together, but Jeniferl repress her emotions and smiled at them as they danced elegantly in the night. As promised, Barnaby and Jeniferl performed their dance as friends, but someone is watching them closely. It was Ben. Even though he presents a cold and disinterested demeanor around her, he is nonetheless troubled. In actuality, he only attended the event because of her presence. He wasn't supposed to go because he didn't see the point in going and would rather train to get stronger instead. But Ismelda came and informed him how Barnaby would be going with Jeniferl. He requested Ismelda's company in order to verify whether it was real. Upon realizing it to be true, he was reminded of their breakup and understood that there was nothing he could do.

The night may be beautiful, but no surprise, two hearts are left in sorrow once again.

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First I wanna say sorry for my poor writing and grammar skills I just want to finish this so that i can focus on my uni,,

and second, YES, the two broke up after 3 years of flirting and a year of dating ,,how unlucky but thats just the life of Jeniferl. I already planned this ahead before the spoiler TLSQ happen but, I hate to admit it, this tlsq benefit the story and I'm sorryy I added more pain in my story(I'm gonna add more tho).

No hate to Ben and Ismelda shippers, I love Ismelda's character and i just thought her being with ben is an out of character but i become more curious . Also I chose Barnaby because he is the one i chose to be partnered with my mc in the game but in my story, Barnaby doesn't have romantic feelings towards Jeni

But the TLSQ haven't released yet so there might be changes added in the story but who knows, I hate it but I'm excited for this tlsq~ also i kinda didn't follow the color dress code sryy

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#hphm #jeniferl theman #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery fanart #hphm oc #hphm fanart #ben copper #ismelda murk #barnaby lee #i cant believe I'm adding this but I will #ben x ismelda #hphm ben #hphm ismelda #hphm barnaby #masquerade ball #hphm tlsq #hphm spoilers

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antares0606 · 3 months ago

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Eight Questions

Thank you for asking, @sallysavestheday I've been rather quiet lately, life is a bit chaotic. So here goes.

Three ships: Glorfindel/Ecthelion ~~~Annatar/Celebrimbor~~~Finrod/Maedhros (trust me and go read Glissando)

First ship: Melkor/Sauron ~~~ Another recommendation: Feeding the sheep is prohibited One of my all-time favorites, a frequent go-to for a truly different version of them, full of surprising feels.

Last song: Buck-Tick's Miu (live), one of their softer tunes. No, I don't speak Japanese, no it doesn't matter. Might be a bit obsessed. Miu

Last film: Honestly don't remember.

Currently reading: The Return of the Shadow (HoME), The Lantern's Dance, Judgement Prey

Currently watching: The Baltimore Orioles whipping up on the Washington Nationals.

Currently eating: Jeni's blueberry lemon parfait ice cream. Covid messing with my sense of taste, but somehow ice cream still works.

Currently craving: Peace, speedy healing, laughing with friends

Tag, you're it: @dalliansss, @skaelds, @braywashed, @sauroff, @spiced-wine-fic (who is probably too busy to be doing half of these things and really needs a holiday), and everyone else who wishes to share.

#friends #mutual fun

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liviavanrouge · 1 month ago

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Celebration

Meina: EVERYONE! MY NIECE FOUND HER WAY HOME!!!

Livia: *Stares in amazement as her species came out from their homes*

Fae Jaguar A: Oh my sevens, she's adorable!!

Jaguar Fae A: THIS CALLS FOR A BIG CELEBRATION!! A CUB HAS FOUND THEIR WAY HOME!!!

Livia: *Looks at her friends curiously*

Riddle: *Smiles, beckoning for Livia to join her people*

Leona: We'll be fine here, you go have fun

Meina: Ah ah ah! You're all going to have fun!

Azul: Eh!?

Kalim: YEAH!!

Meina: *Uses her wings to usher everyone forward, smiling*

Livia: *Beams, giggling as paste was used to draw on her face, making swirl markings with stars*

Livia: *Beams as the paste glowed, confirming she was one of them*

Jaguar Dae B: *Grabs Livia's hand* COME ON!

Meina: Livia, meet my grandkids, your great cousins, Zenny and Venny!

Zenny: Hello Cousin Livia

Livia: *Flashes her bio stripes, beaming when they flashed back*

Venny and Zenny: *Grabs Livias hands, the trio joining the celebration*

Livia: *Stares at the two boys, watching their hand movements and the way their wings moved around*

Livia: *Lifts her hands, copying their movements, flapping her wings around till she got them to copy her cousins*

Livia: *Looks away* COME ON GUYS!! *Beams, diving after the others*

Livia: *Looks at the singing people, looking curious*

Kalim: *Grabs a flower, covering his hands with pollen then pats over his eyes, leaving hand prints*

Meina: Nice!

Riddle: *Smiles slightly, drawing roses on his face with a few red stripes*

Leona: * Presses his hand to his scarred eye, leaving a paste covered imprint with sharp ends*

Azul: *Smiles, making seashell markings*

Meina: Let's go! Follow our lead, boys!!

Isa: *Flies up* Let's come together, singing love and harmonia!

Lilacis: *Flares her wings, flying up* We are so different, but the same inside our hearts!!

Jeni: Beautiful colors, as far as the eye can see, ah~~

Meina: *Flies up, flaring her wings* Open your wings, fly when you hear the call!

Livia: *Beams, syncing her movements with the others, spinning with Zenny then grabbing his hand moving back from each other, holding a hand out*

Leois, Velma and Vivis: Let's celebrate!! Calling all beautiful creatures!!

Kir and Curly: Come spread your wings, dance and sing songs about freedom!!

Livia: *Blinks feeling as if this was familiar* Like la-la-la-la, ooh-ooh~~

Venny and Zenny: *Flies around Livia then dives* One for the jungle família!

Jun: Like ba-ba-ba, boom-boom!! *Glides after everyone else* Calling all beautiful creatures!

Meina: *Beckons to Livia's friends* Come this way, celebrate! Laugh and dance all the way~~

Livia: *Beams, coming up beside Meina* Follow me, sing along~~

Kalim and Azul: La-la, bah bah boom boom~~

Venny and Zenny: *Joins the males of the tribe, moving around the females* Já disse que Jade chegou!! Já disse que já disse que Jade chegou!!

Livia: *Beams, joining Meina* Já disse que Jade chegou!!!

Venny, Zenny, Livia and Meina: *Twirls then bows their heads, their wings spread wide, making a shape in the air* Já disse que já disse que Jade chegou!!!

Livia: *Perks up as hands grabbed her*

Leona, Riddle, Kalim, and Azul: *Smiles, tossing Livia into the air*

Zenny, Venny and Meina: *Flies up, joining Livia in the very center of the celebration, syncing their movements*

Livia: *Does a flip and dives coming up and holding her hands out with her head bowed then brings her hands down*

Venny: *Laughs, lighting up his stripes with the others, illuminating the sky in pretty colors*

Meina: *Twirls with the younger kids then bows her head, making a waving motion with her wings, one hand in the middle with Livia and Venny and Zenny's hand on top*

Riddle: *Smiles, back to back with Leona, lifting one hand then doing a quick switch with Kalim, standing back to back with Azul*

Livia: *Flies up, twirling then flares her wings* Let's celebrate!!

Meina and Livia; *Smiles, flying down, doing twirls with their wings folded* Calling all beautiful creatures!!

Venny and Zenny: *Grins at each other, clapping their wings then spreading them wide, spinning towards the water and dipping one foot* Come spread your wings, dance and sing songs about freedom!!

Livia: *Pops up between the two boys* Like la-la-la, ooh-ooh!!

Meina: *Laughs, doing a loop then dive, flaring her wings and lifting into the air* One for the jungle família!!

Zenny: Like ba-ba-ba, boom-boom!!

Everyone: *Lifts their hands to the air* Calling all beautiful creatures!!!

Livia: *Flares her wings, the sun shining through the small opening in her feathers*

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Livia: That was so fun!!

Riddle: I'm tired! All that dancing!

Kalim: That's a celebration!! So fun, can't wait to tell Jamil all about it when we get back!

Leona: How do we get this paste and stuff off?

Meina: Get a good nights rest, it'll all flake off before morning!

Livia: Right!

Meina: It's a shame to see you go, Livia, but we're all happy that you found your way here, don't be afraid to drop by for a favor or anything

Livia: *Smiles, feeling shy* Thanks...

Livia: *Beckons her friends away, smiling as they headed to a guest hut, laughing as she chatted with them*

Meina: *Smiles softly then turns and glides away*

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club

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alufeed1186 · 7 months ago

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Art Series(2)ikanaide(Do Not Go) About Is(Sasha And Billi Ver.) Below Is(Jeni And Sylvester Ver.)

Forgot Update To Tumblr hehe......

Who Is Interested To Listen That Song Right Here

youtube

#Pinkfong #pinkfongwonderstar #vocaloid #Youtube

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jinkieswouldyoulookatthis · 2 years ago

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Rolling

Just a hunt fic with lots of weirdly close brother moments.

Words: 4395

Relationship: Just the brothers being weirdly close, no wincest, no smut, but this definitely qualifies as weirdcest.

Warnings: Drug use, recreational drug use, illegal drugs are illegal... Mmmkay?

Read it on AO3 here

The door opened and Dean stepped into the motel room, tossing a small, brown paper bag onto the crappy table in front of Sam’s laptop. Whatever was in it made a soft, rattling thunk. Sam looked at it and then up at Dean as he closed the door.

“What’s that?��

“I figured out how to find our killer.” Dean said as he pulled out the other chair and sat across from Sam.

“How?”

“What is the one thing that our witnesses who claim to have seen the shadow figure had that the other witnesses didn’t?”

Sam blinked at him for a moment, thinking. “I don’t know, what?”

Dean grabbed the bag, opened it, and pulled out an unlabeled orange plastic pill bottle with a few caplets in it, and tapped the bottle down onto the table. Sam picked it up and shook it while Dean crumpled up the bag and tossed it into the trash can. “Two points!”

“What are these?”

“MDMA.”

“Ecstasy?”

“Yup.” Dean watched the wheels turn in Sam’s head for a second before pulling out a folded paper from his jacket pocket. He held it up before tossing it down on the table. There was a phone number and the name Jeni written on it. “Open it.”

Sam gave a little huff of air out his nose with a shake of his head and looked at his brother who shot him a quick bragging sort of grin before shrugging. Dean never ceased to be Dean. Sam picked up the piece of paper and unfolded it.

“So our latest vic was rolling his ass off, right?” Dean said, matter of factly.

The contents of the toxicology report Sam was holding verified this to be true.

“So I thought back to our witnesses, the two who said they saw a ‘tall, thin, shadowy figure that flickered across the dance floor’ right before it attacked poor Dylan,” he tapped the newspaper clipping that was on top of the paperwork that Sam had stacked neatly next to his laptop. “Their pupils were dilated and were also really easy to get talking, like, they would not shut up. That one guy just kept going on about the song that was playing as if it was connected somehow, A club like that? With our victim’s system full of molly?” He flicked the report. “The official reports on all of these deaths have been that they were drug related, like that somehow explains how eleven people’s hearts just burst.”

“So you think they could only see it because they were high?” Sam asked dubiously.

“It’s not that far of a stretch. Drugs have been used since the beginning of time to alter states of consciousness as parts of religious and spiritual practices, vision quests and all that, right? Well, Ecstasy alters perceptions, for sure.”

“Huh. That’s actually… that’s not a bad theory.”

“Don’t sound too surprised there, Sammy.”

“No it’s just…” Sam laughed, “leave it to you to pick up on the recreational drug use angle.”

Dean smiled broadly at that. “I told you, man, that was all research. And I believe I said that it would come in handy someday too, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. You did.” Sam shook the bottle again and his brow furrowed. “So you bought these so that we could…” He trailed off, not entirely comfortable with where he saw this going.

“If the pattern holds, then there will be another attack tonight and you and I will be there, ready for it. Because if we aren’t, if we don’t stop it, someone else is gonna die and we’ll have to wait until next year to try again.”

“Ok, yeah.” Sam still sounded unsure and Dean looked at him, really looked at him for a second.

“Wait, you never…?”

Sam swallowed, brow furrow deepening, spots of red blooming on his cheeks, “No.”

“Oh shit, Sammy! No wonder you’re so uptight. It’ll be good, great even. We’ll gank the baddie and then just feel good about everything for a while. Of course the come down is a bitch. But knowing you, you’ll love that part, have a reason to be all moody and broody.”

Sam huffed another puff of air out his nose and pressed his lips together in annoyance.

***

The intimidatingly beefy man working the door had given them a look and just paused, blocking the entrance. Dean flashed him a smile and nonchalantly held his hand out, a neatly folded $50 held against his palm. With the briefest of glances, the bouncer shook his hand and when he let go the $50 had miraculously vanished and they were waved in past him.

As they walked into the club, the house music was loud and, well, it was loud and bassy, that’s about all Sam could say about it. Mostly dark, but with flashing, strobing lights and already a small sea of people milling about, some dancing, many drinking, forming little clusters and cliques around the space. Everyone looked like they belonged in the club, lots of skin and make-up, gelled hair and tanned muscles. All the bright colors glowed in the black lights that were scattered around. He followed Dean who had headed right towards the bar.

“Dean, we look like townies.”

“Yeah, we probably should have gone easy on the plaid. Oh well. I don’t think it’ll matter any way.” He bought two bottles of water from the bartender and handed one to Sam, followed by one of the caplets.

Before he could start to overthink the situation, Sam swallowed it with a gulp of water and saw Dean do the same.

“Alright. We’ve got twenty to thirty minutes, let’s scope the place out.” Dean indicated that he was going to go one way and wanted Sam to go the other. “Meet back here.”

Sam looked around, focusing on seeing through the flashing lights and movement. The music was an incessant pulsing on his eardrums and it was so loud it actually made his jeans vibrate as he passed speakers that were painted black to match and blend in with the walls. A lifetime of disciplined practice kicked in and the chaos toned down enough that he could really see the people around him and the layout of the place. He made note of doors and hallways, making educated guesses about where they’d lead. He found fire alarm pulls and where the emergency lighting boxes were. He kept a mental tally of faces and body language. He identified groups that had obviously come here together as well as individuals who were probably hoping to find someone to leave with later.

It took him about 10 minutes, the place wasn’t complex and the night was still young enough that it wasn’t completely packed yet, but he didn’t want to rush. Many well thought out plans had gone sour because of careless errors. So he took his time and made sure he did the job right. Dean was already back, leaning against the bar when Sam joined him.

They discussed the layout of the place and that they hadn’t seen anyone or anything suspicious looking. Although some of the usual paranormal tells were of no use here. EMF would be going off regardless of any supernatural activity, thanks to all the wiring for the lights and sound system. And of course spotting a flickering light would be next to impossible. But they’ve been doing this long enough that sometimes they can just tell.

“Ooh, hello.” Dean said with a smile.

Sam followed his gaze. A sun-kissed blonde was dancing and laughing with another girl. Toned, tan skin barely concealed by a top that was just a sparkly draped scrap of fabric that looked like it was being held on by magic, and a short, short leather skirt slung low across her hips. She should have been a model, and if she wasn’t then something wasn’t right with the universe. Sam raised his eyebrows, actually impressed. His brother’s appreciation for the female form was typically generous and undemanding, but, “Wow, yeah.”

Dean leaned a little towards Sam, “Sarah Adams in Galveston.”

“What?” Sam’s mind scrolled back quickly to a memory already a decade old. “Why? She looks nothing like Sarah Adams, Dean.”

“I know, but Sarah was hot! In that bathing suit, sitting up in the lifeguard chair, blowing her whistle…” His eyes shut for a second. “Mmm.”

Sam laughed. “What made you think of her?”

“Tan skin always makes me think of her. That was one hell of a hot summer. Did I ever tell you about the time I gave her a ride home from the mall? Dad had let me use the car…”

“Meaning he was asleep and you took it without asking.”

Dean continued as if he hadn’t heard the interjection, “...and she was walking. It was nine o’clock at night and it was still like 90 degrees. And she was wearing these little cutoff jean shorts and one of those stretchy shirts that just hug around the chest with no straps or anything.”

“A tube top?” Sam supplied.

“Oh yeah! You know the best part about a tube top?” and he gave Sam one of his patented cheshire leers.

Sam couldn’t help but smile back, knowing this was going nowhere good. “What?”

“Easy access!”

Sam rolled his eyes and laughed. He’d heard all about Dean’s exploits with Sarah Adams. She was all he’d talked about for months. Anytime their dad wasn’t around, he’d start in, regalling Sam with ever more exaggerated tales. Each retelling bringing a new level of disturbing detail to make the twelve year old Sam blush.

Sam wasn’t twelve anymore.

“Probably not as easy as that.” and he nodded at the blonde who was grinding back into a guy with gelled up spiky hair wearing tight black jeans and a partially unbuttoned white shirt. He had one hand on her hip, holding himself against her, and the other up under the scrap of fabric passing as her top.

Dean’s eyes widened and his lips went from smiling to forming a perfect O before he blinked and closed his mouth to swallow thickly.

The music pulsed and the couple moved with it.

“Oh, her friend doesn’t look happy though.” Sam noted and leaned a little closer to Dean, nodding towards the curvy brunette in a skin-tight red dress who’d been dancing and laughing with the blonde a few minutes ago. She tried to say something to her friend but was ignored. She tried again and got a shake of blonde hair in response. The guy scowled and said something abrupt.

“Oh, she’s getting mad.” Dean said.

The brunette was fuming and pulling on her friend’s arm. The blonde shook her off with a smile and turned around, plastering herself to the guy. Even though they couldn’t hear over the music from where they were, they saw the brunette shout her friend’s name as she stomped her foot.

“She’s kinda cute when she’s angry.”

“You get the feeling this isn’t the first time this has happened?”

Dean tugged on the front of his shirts, pulling the fabric away from his body a few times, “I bet Blondie does this all the time.”

“And she asked her friend to keep an eye on her, to stop her if she did it again?” Sam guessed.

“Nope.” Dean said with confidence. “Her friend is just tired of getting ditched when they go out but Blondie promised it wouldn’t happen this time. But now that she’s here, with the music, and a good looking guy, who okay, maybe he’s a douchebag, he looks like a douchebag, but he’s into her and she really needs the validation.”

Sam looked at his brother. That was surprisingly astute and not what he would’ve expected. Sometimes he forgets how intuitive Dean is, how he just seems to get how people work.

“Here she comes.”

Sam looked back into the crowd just as the brunette stormed over to the bar just past Dean. She got the bartender’s attention and ordered a drink. Dean had turned around as the bartender set the drink in front of her. He slid some money across the bar and leaned down towards her just a bit. “It’s on me.”

She looked up, annoyance blinked away quickly as she took in his face and easy smile.

Sam couldn’t see Dean’s face, but he could see hers and he already knew what she was facing. Dean might’ve never been able to get folks to trust him when he was being sincere, they always seemed to suspect him of something, but in settings like this, when he smiled at you, you felt it all the way down and it made your breath catch and your heart beat a little harder. Yeah, he might not earn trust easily, not like Sam always could, but Dean could seduce a snowman without hardly trying.

“Thanks.” she said and took a sip of her drink.

“You ok?”

She glanced back at her friend who was one step away from having sex with the guy on the dancefloor. “Yeah. She does this. I don’t know why I keep coming out with her.”

“Well, you are way too pretty to be someone’s chaperone, especially if they don’t really want one.”

Her cheeks burned red as she took a sip of her drink, but then she smiled as she swallowed. “You know what? I am. I look good tonight!” Confidence flared in her eyes, “Do you want to dance?”

Dean leaned in close to her and Sam couldn’t catch what he said. Dean gently ran a finger across the back of her hand as she wrote her number on a napkin and handed it to him. “Call me when you get done with that,” she said.

“You bet.” he said as she took her drink and sauntered off. Turning back to Sam he whistled, tucking the napkin into his pocket. “She’s a little firecracker!”

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“She went from fuming to prowling in like, five seconds!”

Dean laughed, “Oh that? That’s easy. Anger and horniness are like this.” and he held up two fingers pressed together. “She just wanted to be seen too, wanted to feel desirable.” He shrugged. “Man, I bet she is fun in the sack.”

Sam laughed. It was an honest laugh, lacking any of the lingering resentment or jealousy he usually felt when his brother picked up women.

Dean leaned back against the bar next to Sam, close enough that their shoulders were touching. “Picking up women isn’t hard if you keep that in mind. They want to be seen and made to feel like they’re wanted, appreciated. Some of them will shoot you down, but it’s nothing personal, just the wrong time and place.” He took a sip of his water and looked around the club. His laid back casanova vibe slipped for a moment as he scanned for anything hinky.

There were more people now, easily twice as many as when they’d come in. Sam realized that he’d started to sweat and wished that he could take off his jacket, but considering the sawed off shotgun the jacket was concealing, he kept it on. Sam knew that Dean would have never tipped a bouncer fifty bucks to get into a club, at least, not without trying a twenty first. But in all likelihood, the guy was going to lose his job tonight, thanks to them, so he’d just gone high. To hell with it.

A woman squeezed up to the bar to Sam’s right. Normally, the close contact would make him feel uncomfortable, self conscious, like he was taking up too much space, but she smelled really good and her voice, when she ordered her drink, had surprising depth to it, like Kathleen Turner in Romancing the Stone. She paid for her drink and brushed against his hand as she walked away, the fabric of her shirt was soft.

“It’s getting to be about that time. You see anything yet?” Dean said, his breath ghosting over Sam’s ear as he leaned in. They looked around.

“Nothing unusual yet.” Sam said, looking past Dean and down the bar towards the entrance before noticing that Dean was looking at him. Dean licked his bottom lip, curling it in and then slowly letting it roll back out. His eyes were dilated so much that just a thin ring of green showed.

“How’re you doing?” He asked.

Sam thought about it for a second before saying, “Good. I’m doing good.” And he meant it. For the first time in longer than he could remember, he felt all the weight lift off of his shoulders. He felt like he could breathe freely, like he could feel the air going out of his lungs carrying away the constant fear. Dean smiled at him and he felt all the hundreds of thousands of smiles from their past sweep over him. All the times that Dean made him laugh, and he realized that was almost never an accident. Dean had always seemed to know when the tension was too much, when Sam had been scared, when he was angry, and had also known just how to lighten the mood. Sam smiled now, thinking back on it all, and Dean’s face just lit up.

“Ugh! Get a room!” someone shouted and Sam looked up and around. Blondie and Douchebag were still grinding away out there, oblivious to the mixed reactions of the people around them. There were some, mostly guys, who were watching like they were hoping the two really would start having sex right there. But there were also a lot of negative looks, head shakes, and people pointedly avoiding the area. And then he saw it.

“Dean.” he said as he straightened up.

“Yeah I see it.”

A thin, shadowy figure had just flickered past the couple, moving off to one side of the room with a sense of purpose.

“Go.” Dean ordered and Sam took off towards the fire alarm pull that was on the wall near the restrooms. Dean followed the shadow, trying to spot its target before it got to whoever it was, pulling his sawed-off free from its bindings under his coat, but keeping it out of sight.

Just as he spotted a group of what seemed like high school kids that were right in the path of the creature as it flit through the crowd between strobes of the multicolored lights, the music suddenly cut out and the piercingly loud scream of the fire alarm went off. Dean had the shotgun out and trained on the shadow just as the pulsing, strobing lights stopped and were replaced by brilliant pools of emergency lighting around the edges of the space.

People stopped in stunned confusion.

“Fire! Everyone out!” Dean boomed and the crowd around him flinched.

“He’s got a gun!” a woman shouted and the people around him pushed back and started running towards the exits.

Dean stayed focused on the shadow. It turned on him and flickered closer. As soon as he had a clear shot, no one between him and it and no one immediately behind it either, he squeezed the trigger and the shotgun let loose an explosion of blindingly bright light.

“Fuck!” he shouted, his eyes stinging and shutting too late. Blinking furiously, he tried to look around but it was no use, his vision was blown out by the flash and he couldn’t see anything but the after image of the blast.

A coldness spiked through his chest, right into his heart. He gasped with the pain and fell to his knees. It was like an icicle stabbing him through, cold then burning, then searing pain. He couldn’t breathe.

“DEAN!”

A sun exploded right over his head and everything went black.

Sam fired his second shot point blank into the dissipating shadow, his eyes shutting just before and reopening as soon as the glare from the phosphorus started to fade. He had no way of knowing if he’d killed the thing or not, was still not convinced that a shadow could be killed, but it appeared to be gone, at least for now. At his feet, Dean gasped like he’d just surfaced from a long dive underwater.

“Dean! Are you okay?” He asked as he grabbed his brother by the front of his shirts.

Dean coughed. “I’m getting really tired of things squeezing my heart! Shit that hurts!”

“Come on.” and Sam hauled his brother to his feet, scooping up the second shotgun and pulling Dean towards the back exit. If the bitchy quality of Dean’s voice was anything to go by, and a lifetime spent together told him it was, Sam knew that Dean was going to be fine. God knows they’d both learned how to take hits. Sure enough, by the time they got out into the alley, Dean was walking unassisted. By the time they got to where the Impala was parked, he was laughing.

“I told you it was a shadow person!”

Sam shook his head but found he couldn’t wipe the relieved smile off his face. “Yep, you were right.”

“Of course I was right.” the driver’s side door creaked loudly as he opened it and slid in behind the wheel, as easy as breathing.

The passenger side door gave an answering creak. Sam tossed the guns down onto the floor behind the front seat and took off his jacket, dropping it over them before folding himself into the passenger seat.

Both doors squeak/banged shut at the same time. The car roared to life.

“And how about those phosphorus rounds, eh?”

“They really seemed to do the trick.”

“Yeah they did! I’m still see streaks though, hope that fades fast.” and he gunned the car down the alley and away from the sound of approaching sirens.

Sam sat back and stared out the window, enthralled with everything they passed, the streetlights, signs, buildings, cars, people, houses, sidewalks, the bits of broken glass that glittered at the edges of every intersection, weeds growing in the cracks and crevices, the obligatory lone shoe laying forgotten on the shoulder of an on ramp. And all the while, Dean sang along with his well-worn Led Zeppelin Physical Graffiti cassette. His exuberant renditions pulling Sam’s attention away from the passing scenery and making him smile.

Although when he sang, “In my time of dying, want nobody to moan, all I want for you to do is take my body home, so I can die easy,” a wave of sadness rolled through Sam. Sometimes music hit too close, you know? But then the beat dropped and Dean was grinning and drumming on the steering wheel and the passing headlights were lighting up his face in time with the song and Sam let himself be buoyed back up. There’d be plenty of time for worries and regrets later, he felt too good. He knew it was just the drug in his system, stripping away the burden of his life, he didn’t care.

The night was cool, bordering on chilly, but the air was crisp and the sky was clear and they had driven with their windows down. It took about an hour for Dean to get out of the city and find a secluded place to pull off the road.

He killed the lights and shut off the engine, the radio going silent with it. Out here, far enough away from lights and traffic, the stars cast a soft glow on the trees and tall grasses and everything was hushed and still.

“Come on.” he said, slapping the back of his fingers into Sam’s knee with a flick of his hand before opening his door and climbing out of the car.

As Sam grabbed his door handle, Dean popped the trunk and then shut it almost immediately. Then he opened the back driver’s side door and dug around in the cooler that was sitting on the backseat. Sam got out and stood up, amazed at how good it felt to stretch his legs out.

“Hey.” Dean said. “Catch.”

Sam caught the beer can as it sailed over the car.

Dean rolled down the back window and closed the door. There was a loud crack and hiss when he opened his beer and took a long drink as he walked towards the front of the car.

Sam knew this routine. It was a star gazing night.

“Hold this.” Dean held his beer out for Sam to take. Once his hands were free he shook out the old, green, Army blanket that he’d gotten out of the trunk and spread it out over the hood to, “Protect the paint.”

Once they were stretched out on the car, heads resting up against the windshield, legs stretched out the length of the hood, Sam cracked open his beer and took a sip. Realizing how dry his mouth was, he took a longer drink. The cool liquid was downright glorious. For the first time he looked at the can, it was a Margiekugel, nothing unusual, but he didn’t remember it ever tasting this satisfying before.

After several long minutes of silence, Dean pointed at the sky, his beer still in his hand, “Orion.”

“You always start with the easiest one.”

“He’s the hunter, that’s where it starts.”

“Okay. Canis Minor.” Sam pointed.

“The Big Dipper.”

“The Little Dipper.”

“Mars.”

“Mars is a planet.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s not the game, Dean.”

“Fine. Cassiopeia.”

“Jupiter,” he felt Dean side-eye him, “in the constellation of Virgo.”

“Show off.”

“I don’t know that one, where is it?” Sam said, deadpanning it.

“Uranus.”

They both laughed and drank their beers, just the two of them, laying in the dark under the stars.

The wool blanket was warm and scratchy against Sam’s fingers when he laid his left hand down on it. But the feeling was fascinating and he absentmindedly brushed his fingers back and forth. When Dean relaxed and rested his beer down, his right hand curled loosely around it, Sam’s fingers brushed his knuckles. Neither of them seemed to care. Everything felt so completely right that it lulled them into a contented silence.

After a while, the last drops of beer warming on his tongue, he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the car. “Another?”

“You know it.”

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