#maybe buck likes his boyfriend taking care of him? the way his parents canonically did not?

[tevanbuckley]

i mean yeah there's a difference between someone gently telling you your mind is not being your friend and you're worrying over nothing (you know, like when eddie told buck he was being ridiculous and of course he wasn't trying to hurt gerrard and y'all said he was being a bad friend) and someone telling you 'lights off' 'screens off' 'you've had your five more minutes' like they're talking to a child. i live with my actual mother and she would never speak to me like that lmao.

i'm not trying to be mean when i say this, but if you live with your mother then maybe you're not the best person to judge this situation?

and i feel like i've made this point about bucktommy before, but something not being relatable to you personally does not make it problematic. especially when buck doesn't even canonically have adhd! it's the definition of making up a thing to be mad about.

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 12/?

Word Count: 4.4k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name, A/N - Any Name (Your Best friend’s name)

God idk what i’m doing with this but i’m liking it lmao

next one might honestly be smut idk

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Description of Blood, Gets heated, hints at trauma, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N walked through the streets of Gotham, which were once bustling with people, but now were quiet with the occasional hooker, she had caught the city as an unlively hour, where it seemed to sleep the night away while the vigilantes of the area watched it like their lives depended on it. In some ways it did, the stories they would tell when being interviewed were horrific sometimes, but Y/N figured a decent amount of it was for dramatization, to keep the people of Gotham off of the streets to protect them all from it.

The question was always protect them from what, and they never answered. So, it never kept the people of Gotham at bay from the streets at night, and had Y/N’s car not been towed, she would have been driving home in the safe, secluded area of her car, not the vast wilderness of the streets of Gotham.

She looked up at the sky to see one of the virgate boys using a grappling hook to fly to the other building, which was such a sight to behold for someone who never witnessed a superhero beyond Superman at home. She wished and longed to know more about the vigilante, but didn’t dwell or dote on that man, because she didn’t need to.

Something told her that he was watching though, tracing every step she made to make sure she got home in one piece. She thought she was crazy, her life didnt matter more than anyone else in Gotham. He’s not following me, why would he? she thought, Even though I’m dating Jason Todd, they probably don’t know Jason, so my life doesn’t mean much more to them than any one of the hookers along this street. I’m overthinking it.

The walk home took two hours, she left Jason’s at 4am just to find herself back home at 6am, bright and early as the sun rose, ready to greet the day and all it had in store for everyone. But the things it had in store for Y/N was a class and if she was lucky, cuddling with Jason. Nothing more, nothing less.

She would open her front door, unscathed from the journey home, except maybe for a few callouses on her feet, it was the last time she wouldn't pay for more than a day of parking, that’s for sure. Heels were not the shoes you wanted for a two-hour walk home in the Autumn cold, but they were what she had.

She thought about what she was going to do next, and the first thought she had was to shower. Not because she needed to, but because she wanted to nurse the terrible headache she had and to think some things through. What she normally did in the shower.

She wanted so much more from so much of her life. the main offender of seemingly not being enough for her was Jason. Not because she didn’t want more, but because she craved more from him. He was injured, so she wouldn’t get much more rom him for the time being, and it stung a little for her. She just wanted him, maybe sexually, maybe in a more romantic setting or maybe just on her couch on a Thursday afternoon. It was all three of those options and she knew it.

She pulled out of the shower and looked at the time, 6:50am. Okay, she thought, little more time than I wanted to spend in the shower, but I guess the universe had different plans for me today. What else do you have for me, universe? And how much of you plan involves Jason?

She would open her phone after quickly getting dressed. While she still cared for her appearance, she didn’t want to dress like she owned a law firm every day, so she didn’t. Just black jeans and a black top and she felt like a million bucks. 

Just some quick outfit inspo. I like doing these a lot. I think fashion is funky :))

Artemis had sent her a message asking where she was at around 4am, she wondered why the time, but she then remembered that Artemis’ boyfriend worked with Dick Grayson, who was Jason’s brother, who worked most nights until radical hours of the night. The chances that he saw her on her two-hour walk home was high, but the chances that that had also made it back to Jason was higher. She knew she was in for it.

Hey sorry, I was at Jason’s. Fell asleep in his arms the whole shebang. And yeah, that was me who screamed the yo momma joke at the press. It was super childish, I know, but I don’t care. Those fucks are sucking my life force out of me and harassing my boyfriend, even your boyfriend.

She would then look at the articles calling her a gold digger and worth-nothing childish insulter of the press. She laughed. If the press wanted a fight from her, she was more than willing to oblige and load the canons. 

She didn’t know how to fight back that well, since it was a mainly verbal fight, and she barely even knew how to  fight physically, hence all the running and non-confrontational arguments she had had to the press.

And like fucking clockwork, Jason texted her.

Did you walk home alone or are my brothers lying bastards?

I walked. I knew someone saw me, fuck.

Why did you walk home? I thought you drove here?

I did, but we spent more than 12 hours together Jason. I didn’t buy enough hours, suddenly my car was being towed.

You could have asked for a ride home from Alfred! He would have in a heartbeat.

I was going to! But  I got distracted and it all became a blur and suddenly I was part of the way home in the dark by myself!

What if you had gotten hurt?

Well, I saw one of the vigilantes of the city on the rooftops, I’m sure if I screamed they would have seen me. They always do see that stuff.

So, your car got towed huh?

Yeah, I don’t know when I’ll be able to pay it off. It’s not exactly like money my parents give me should go to my car getting towed because I got fucked over by seeing my boyfriend. 

You’ll figure it out. Sorry about the car, that’s got to suck fucking ass.

You think? I’m stuck taking the fuckin’ subway till I get my car back. I hate the subway, too many people. Far too many people. Too many eyes. It gets stressful really quickly. Might just walk every where honestly, I can’t deal with the eyes of strangers.

But you’re a C-list celebrity.

Internet is different. I can just block the bad eyes and move on with my life, you should see my block list now that some people are connecting my name to the girl who flipped off the press, thank god Twitter has a fuckin block feature.

You should really just meet my family so you don’t have to run away before they get home, would probably cause you a lot less financial stress, Y/N.

I’ll think about it.

You should think a little harder about it. I don’t want you to get your car impounded ‘cause you’re seeing me, why did you even park in pay-to-park?

Did you not see the massive mob trying to get to you? It was impossible for me to even try to pull into the driveway. Hence why I’m being insulted, you know, ‘cause I yelled at the press to get them to leave me alone. I fucking hate the press, you’re stabbed, severely injured last time they got information, and they’re harassing me, asking me what I like to do on the weekends.

Fucking vultures. Yeah, I’ve seen that. I’ve read the articles. But that’s the press for you, absolute trash and spitting bullshit in everyway.

Fucking hate the press, that’s for damn sure. Despise them. I won’t ever change that, even if, knock on wood, we break up.

Praying we don’t break up so I can see you lose your shit at the press when you’re bored.

She would get up to go make some coffee, since it was closer to 7:20am and if her roommate woke up, she could just tell her to get up anyway.

The press can suck my dick. she said.

You have a dick?

Oh yeah. Massive. 20ft long. It probably won’t even fit all the vultures.

Oh my god, that’s not as big as mine.

lmfao is it now?

Oh yeah.

Nice.

Anyway, my brothers are staying home from school today,  I think they’re making me play Resident Evil 8 with them? You know that game?

Of course. Everyone in that game is infinitely hot.

Are you bi? 

I don’t know. Haven't thought that far ahead to actually label myself. I just like people. Sometimes it’s men, sometimes it’s women. But you have to agree when you see them all. That game came out when I was still in  high school, so I’ve played the entire thing. My phone background is actually one of the characters.

Which one?

I’ll show you if I come over tonight.

My brothers might be in my room, though.

Okay, but, RE8 is an amazing game. So, worth it.

You won’t meet them normally but I pull out a game you love and you’re down?

I’m very easy to convince.

You still have notes to write when you come over though.

Oh yeah, I was probably going to have to come over both ways, just because I need those notes and you do too.

Do you not own a printer?

I barely even own a laptop, I’m waiting for my old one to come in the mail. 

How do you even manage?

With a whole lot of will and spite, anything is possible.

And that’s when her discord group chat @’ed her. She was on Do Not Disturb because she was Jason, and apparently they missed her.

Y/N! C’mere. One said.

Yes? Whatduhya want nerds?

We’ve decided to hold a fake internet wedding between you and Christopher. Another said.

A what.

We’re getting married!

Sometimes I wish I never left Metropolis and then I remember you fucks live there. Why are we doing this? You do know I have a boyfriend right? She asked them.

I don’t know, we’re bored and we miss you. We can have a bachelorette party in Gotham, if you want.

I’m this close to going back on DND.

The group chat was made way back when they had all first met in grade 9 and had been active ever since. They all had stayed in the city when they graduated though, but since Y/N received a scholarship, fully paid for, she took the opportunity and jumped.

They were some of her closest friends, even if they lived in a different city to her now, even if they were all busy with school, even if she was busy with school and a boyfriend, A lot of her life wouldn’t be complete without her crack friends in her hometown.

They had all ben partying like crazy while she was gone, and if she wasn’t so hung up in her own life, she’d probably be down there with them. 

Before you do, can you please explain why you’re screaming at the press, lmao.

Because fuck the press, dude. Why else? 

What did they do to you?

Have you seen the recent articles?

That’s true.

She laughed and finished her coffee. Jason had not responded yet, she assumed his brothers were either checking on him or they had started the game. It was around 8am when A/N finally left her room.

“I thought you were staying with Jason?”

“I was, but then I remembered he has like 9 siblings and I’m not about to meet them all. Then I walked home.”

“You walked?”

“Car got towed.”

“Fuck, can you afford the bill? I can’t.”

“Nope.”

“Guess we’re going to take the subway for a while, huh.”

She sighed and put her cup in the sink, “At least you don’t have school to go to and your lover comes to meet you, I have shit to do and places to be,” she frowned, “Inconvenient.”

“Could you borrow money from Jason’s dad?”

“I don’t borrow money from family, it’s hard enough for me to accept the money my parents send me.”

“I know it is, when’s your class?”

“3pm, I’ll be leaving at 12pm though, because the subway is unreliable.”

“This is going to be a hard hit for us.”

“Well, it’s not like it’s fucking your credit. Mine’s tanking.”

“You’ll pull through it.”

-------------------------------------------

She got onto the subway at 12:30pm. She really hated the way it was running. The people, the faces, the staring eyes of unwanted attention. People knew who she was and she hated it. She didn’t like the attention, she just liked the fucking with people. She wanted to get off the subway the minute she got on.

She eventually couldn’t take it and got off a few stops away, there was still a substantial walk towards the college, but she knew it would be. She even brought a leather jacket with her so that she could walk if she couldn’t take it anymore.

And there she was, in the busy streets of Gotham, walking to her college. Barely aware of the people who did stare at her, because she just kept walking, lost in her thought but aware of the people in her trail, the cross walks and the lights she was waiting for occasionally. She just kept walking until Artemis met up with her,

“Hey! I didn’t know you were walking to school today,” Artemis said.

“Oh! I didn’t want to, my car got towed though.”

“Your car got towed? That sucks so much. Well, we’re going the same way, so I’ve decided I’m going to walk with you, you get no say.”

“Of course. I was going to ask if you wanted to,” she laughed, “It’s more fun with a friend anyway, Art.”

“So, how are things with you and Jason, I’m legally obliged to ask as one of his friends.”

“Well, we made it official if that’s the kind of thing you want to hear,” she laughed again, “I’m sure it’s the answer Dick will eat up.”

“You’re right about that one. Dick’s a sucker for a romantic story, you should write one, since you write. He’d probably read it all.”

“Well, that would be fun, but I still don’t have my laptop.”

“You could use Jason’s?” Artemis suggested..

“Nah. It’ll be fine,” she said, “I’ll manage.”

“Aren’t you collecting notes for him for your psychology class?”

“I am, it’s not like he can go anywhere. I actually told him he’d need to walk eventually so that it’s not a learning curve when he’s healed.”

“That’s what all of us are telling him too, he’s a stubborn man, good luck with that one,” Artemis laughed, “He’s always been the stubborn friend. Worse than Will, actually, and Will is really bad with being stubborn.”

“It’s fine,” she laughed, “If you asked any of my Metropolis friends they’d say the same about me.”

“I bet you were quite the wild child in your heyday back in your city,” Artemis laughed, “I hate Metropolis.”

“Who doesn’t? It’s so crowded.”

“Uh, Clark doesn’t. He thrives there, no idea why, he grew up in Smallville. If anyone should be uncomfortable with Metropolis it should be the small-city country boy, but I guess it’s his thing.”

“I forget you know everyone.”

“We know a lot of people, are you’re slowly being let into our massive circle of very well-known people. Welcome to the group, I guess,” she laughed, “You'll either hate or love the fame that comes from this.”

“Well, if its paparazzi and press, I think I’ll hate it.”

“I can promise you right now that it’s not all paparazzi and press, we haven’t been bothered today, probably because we are on the move.”

“You shouldn’t say that, you’ll jinx it.”

“I know a lot about not jinxing it, but that’s a story for another time,” Y/N noticed that when Artemis said this her eyes glazed over and she looked upset.

“You don’t ever have to talk to me about something you’re not ready to talk about,” Y/N reassured her.

“Hey, the trauma makes me funny.”

“Two can play that game.”

They would ramble on for the rest of the walk to their college. Nothing really of substance, just getting to know each other further. She was glad she found a friend in Artemis, it would have sucked if the two of them didn’t get along, but with each word they exchanged, they had so much fun.

She even told Artemis about that time she played Katherine Howard in her school’s budget play of Six - The Musical. She was proud of the riffs she was able to do, but she didn’t talk about it often. She was never the type of brag about her achievements, no matter how amazing they were.

But Artemis and Y/N parted ways and Y/N went to her class and wrote the same, boring, scribbly and barely legible notes. She figured eventually she’d need nicer handwriting, but did she want to work on it? No.

When she finished, she saw Artemis and who she could only assume to be Wally, at Artemis’ class doors. She waved to Artemis, before Artemis called her over.

“Y/N! Hey, I would ask how class is, but this is Wally,” she gestured to the red-head boy beside her, and Y/N held out her hand to shake Wally’s.

“Hi, Wally.”

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you since Jason can’t shut up about you and my girlfriend likes you a lot.”

“Well that's sweet of you Artemis. You’re just so in love with me,” Y/N joked.

“Girl. You know it,” Artemis joked back.

“You two already have a close bond? That’s impressive,” Wally said, “Never seen anyone win over any of my friends this quickly,” he muttered.

They joked for a little while longer, just getting to know Wally before she had to go, she had to get to Jason’s.

The walk was a while away, so she went and sat on a park bench for a minute to check her phone, Jason had texted her.

Hey baby, are you coming over?

I am, yes. I actually just met Wally.

You met Wally and I wasn’t there to see it? C’mon.

Artemis introduced us! Go yell at her.

Oh. Never mind. I won’t do that.

Ha! Scared of her?

Maybe a little, she can be scary, okay?

You can’t tell but I’m laughing at you.

Dhmu.

That’s fine, I’ll just go hang out with Alfred and not you. He seems like he would be spiteful like me.

That’s unfair.

I thought you said don’t hit me up?

Fuck.

Checkmate.

I am upset.

No you’re not.

No I’m not.

She would walk down the street further, maybe within a couple steps to reach the Manor, when a man dragged her into an alleyway. She yelped.

“Uh, hello? Can I help you?” she asked, pretending she wasn’t terrified.

“How much would Bruce give me for you?” the attacker mumbled before he tried to knock her to the ground, but she had another plan.

He grabbed her, put his face close to hers, and she head-butted him, he would stumble back, and she started running to the Manor.

“Come here you fucking bitch!” he screamed. She could feel her nose bleeding as she ran and ran, the security saw her and pulled her into the gateway before drawing their guns and urging her to run to the steps of the Manor.

And she ran. The security at the door saw her and let her in, and yelled for Alfred.

“What is this nonsense, oh,” Alfred paused when he saw the blood running out of Y/N’s nose, “Miss Y/N, what happened to you?” he asked before grabbing her hand and pulling her into the entry-way bathroom and opening a first-aid kit.

“Okay so, what happened was I was walking to the Manor because my car got towed right? And this fucking bastard dude pops out from an alleyway and pulls me into it, asks some bullshit about how much Bruce would pay for me, when he grabbed me and tried to knock me down, when I head-butted him and started running,” she said, completely unphased.

Alfred didn’t respond to her and started to stop the bleeding when Bruce called for him, “In the entry-way bathroom, Master Wayne!” he answered.

Bruce came around the corner and saw Alfred was already tending to Y/N, “Well, this is the event where I meet my son’s girlfriend, when she is bleeding and running from a strange man in an alleyway.”

“Heh, sorry,” she said and outstretched her hand to shake his, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Bruce.”

“I can tell you’re going to be quite the addition to this household,” he said as he took her hand and shook it, “As long as you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good. I guess you can’t get mad at Jase for being a reckless man now.”

“I really can’t.”

“Alright, you should be good, Miss Y/N.”

“Thank you, Alfred. But you really didn’t have to.”

“I’ve been taking care of 5 boys and 3 girls since most of them were little, Miss Y/N. A little blood is really no big deal for me to handle.”

“That’s obvious.”

“You can go see the boys now, they’re going to ask you though,” Bruce said.

“I know.”

She walked to Jason’s room, hoping that he wouldn’t have all of his siblings in the room, he did though.

“Hey, Y/N- what the fuck happened to you?” Jason exclaimed when she opened the door.

“Oh great, all your siblings are here. Anyway, I guess,” she paused, taking in a big breath so she could run through the events quickly, “So I was walking here ‘cause my car got towed, right? When some fucking bastard man grabs me and yanks me into an alleyway and starts going off about how much Bruce will pay him to get me back or something,” she paused again, “And when he tried to knock me down by getting really close and personal to my face, like an idiot I should add, I head-butted him.”

“You did what?’

“I’m not done yet, met your dad when I actually had blood running out of my nose because that's just my fucking luck. Okay, now you can be disappointed in me,” she joked.

“I will say again, you did what?”

“Something stupid?” she said.

“You could say that again, my god, what went through your head?”

“Uh, nothing. Just survival. Fight or flight but I head-butted a man, and hi, everyone.”

“Hi, Y/N, I’m Dick,” Dick said, “You clearly are meant for Jason,” he joked, “That's something he would do.”

“Don’t encourage her, Dick!”

Stephanie got up and greeted her, “You know, Y/N, I always wanted a crazy sister,” she joked, “I’m Stephanie, the black-haired girl is Cass, and the red-head is Barbara.”

“Me too,” Cass hopped onto the joke.

“It’s something else when you meet the girl your brother is dating after she head-butted a man, apparently,” Y/N laughed, “I know it’s far-fetched-”

“Not really,” Tim cut her off, “You know Jason protected Will when they were attacked?”

“That’s Tim, by the way,” Dick said.

“So you can’t yell at me for head-butting a man!” Y/N joked at Jason while going to sit beside him, he slinged an arm around her shoulder and leant his head into her head.

“Well, you seem like a nice enough girl,” Barbara said, “Take away the reckless behavior, and you are lovely.”

“That is valid, to be honest. Not exactly the way you want to meet your brother’s girlfriend.”

“You think?” Jason asked, sarcastically.

“Ha ha.”

“See, she thinks I’m funny, why can’t you fucks?”

Y/N laughed and then asked Dick, who was playing RE8 at the time, staring at the photo of Donna Bentiveno, “She’s cute, isn’t she, Dick?”

“Have I been staring?”

“Let’s just say Angie is probably very pissed at you.”

“Oh! Whoops. There’s a point to this, I forgot.”

“I don’t blame you, I remember forgetting there was a point and the little bitch devil doll would attack you.”

“Language.”

“Oh no, you’re lame. Gross.”

“Excuse me?” Dick asked as the rest of the room erupted in laughter.

“Do you guys see why I like her now?” Jason asked.

“Uh no, she’s mean,” Dick said.

“You’re going to die if you don’t start paying attention, Dick,” Y/N said.

“Oh!” and he died.

“And that kids, is why we listen to the person who’s 100%’ed the game.”

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Y/N and Jason would spend hours with his brothers and sisters until the sun started to set and they all scattered to their own rooms to  do their own things. you can’t keep a lot of kids in one room for so long.

Once everyone left, Y/N placed her hands on Jason and kissed him, she was actually able to be laid on his pillow, he was able to pin her to the bed. And they did just that. He was on top of her, using his one arm to prop himself up and using his other hand to touch her face.

Her hands found their way into his hair like they always did, she found a lot of joy in playing with his hair. Their tongues danced together, they never fought or anything, they just enjoyed each other when Jason let out a small moan and she let out a small laugh.

“Keep it in your pants, Tiger,” she joked, “You’re not fully healed.”

“You literally smashed your face into another man but I can’t moan when I kiss you?”

“Because I know you want more.”

“Hell yeah I do,” he said as he went back for more, actually using his strength to keep her to the bed, but she didn’t protest this time.

[reachgirl]

So..

Maddie had to basically raise and care for her brother when she was pretty young (from what we can gather), she was in an abusive relationship where her husband  cut her off from family and friends, then when she finally managed to leave him he came back to stalk and kidnap her and stab her boyfriend, and she had to kill him. Then she was held hostage at the call center. 

Buck had a difficult childhood (I think we’re safe to assume this much), then his sister left and it was obviously a big deal to him - and when she found him again she was almost killed by her abusive ex, he almost drowned and almost lost his friend’s son in a tsunami, had his leg crushed by a fire truck, had a pulmonary embolism, lost his job and his friends, his girlfriend left him because she couldn’t deal with the job, his other ex girlfriend used him as an emotional support crutch and then abandoned him without even giving him a clean break, his psychologist used her position of trust so she could sleep with him. Oh and his best friend / guy he’s clearly in love with was almost buried alive and.. it was never addressed again.

Athena’s fiancé was killed, she was almost killed by a serial killer, and her daughter almost killed herself, then she was kidnapped and almost killed again. 

Bobby’s wife and children died tragically in a fire that he blames himself for. 

Chim had an abusive dad, a mom who died when he was a teenager, he was bullied, his best friend sacrificed himself on a call and Chim was there to see it all, then he had a traumatic brain injury after a near-fatal car accident and his girlfriend left him right after, oh and he was catfished and stabbed by his girlfriend’s abusive ex-husband who then kidnapped her, and then she was kidnapped again at her place of work!

Eddie’s helicopter was shot down and his friend died, his son had to have multiple operations while he was away, his parents tried to take his son away from him, then his wife left him, twice, and then died in his arms. Then he was almost buried alive. 

Hen was bullied, her relationship with her ex put her child’s safety in jeopardy, and she inadvertently caused a young girl’s death, oh and she almost died in the earthquake.

And most of the issues I listed don’t even include the stuff that happens to them on a day-to-day basis. Or any of the stuff that happened to Michael, Josh, Karen, Chris, May or Harry.

Now obviously, you could do a show that actually dives into the trauma of emergency responders, but that would be a very different tone. There’s always the question of how realistic can these shows really be in 45 minutes and still give us these crazy rescue scenarios (Tsunami?? Mudslide? Plane Crash? Check) AND emotional development each episode. Realistically, the 118 wouldn’t be the ones - or at least not the only ones - called in to save people on a failed water landing / plane crash in the ocean. Their area of operation wouldn’t span from the coastline doing abseiling rescues to trying to run down a hot air balloon to bank robberies to train crashes in the middle of nowhere.

So we also can’t expect them to be completely faithful to actual trauma psychology, because that would most probably make for boring TV, but even if it didn’t, it just COULDN’T be the show we love so much. They do give it some space, like showing Christopher dealing with nightmares, acknowledging the slower pacing of Madney’s relationship because of her past experiences, Bobby’s unwillingness to forgive himself, Eddie’s anger management issues and poor coping skills in general, Buck not giving himself time to heal properly because of his need to be defined by helping people so he can feel ‘worthy’, and some characters even get to go and see a psychologist - with mixed results, that also aren’t properly followed up on, and when Eddie says he didn’t click with the psychologist that’s seemingly also the end of him dealing with his anger issues. A lot of the time, the show acknowledges mental wellbeing once, and then drops it completely - like Buck’s abandonment issues being dealt with only as a set up for Abby to come back. Lone Star does a little better with Judd’s trauma from his entire team dying in front of him, and his survivor’s guilt, and how that affects his relationship. 

BUT season 3 of 911 actually laid some good ground work with Eddie Begins, with Athena unsure of whether she will get back to work, with Hen considering changing careers, and Maddie and Chim’s relationship playing out the way it did. I really hope that a lot of the events in season 4 - the baby and the anxiety that comes with that (especially if you have shitty parents), May starting work as a 9-1-1 operator, Eddie and Buck going to Texas, Buck Begins, will circle back to some of these traumatic experiences and give them more room to breathe along with the new stuff that will inevitably come up. I mean we already know there’s going to be a freaking mudslide and LAVA and wildfires, so.

Maybe one of the reasons we love fanfiction is because it gives you room to explore a facet of the characters or their lives that isn’t given much room in the canon, maybe because it doesn’t fit the tone of the show or the writers are focusing somewhere else. I think it’s also the reason why buddie is so popular while actual canon ships are less so - it’s the same in a lot of fandoms. You’ll always have more fanfiction about the stuff you don’t get to explore on screen - the other relationships you already get to see played out, so it doesn’t feel as necessary to write about. So in fanfiction, we can give the characters space to breathe and deal with everything, and we can be realistic in how a new emergency doesn’t erase the trauma of past experiences, and how LONG it would actually take to deal with some of these issues in real life. There are SO many fanfiction out there in the 9-1-1 AO3 tag that do this so well, and that have a really good handle on how these characters would or could still be affected by this stuff, whether it’s panic attacks or nightmares or unhealthy coping mechanisms or emotional hang ups like guilt and feelings of inadequacy.(I think this is the reason why I tend to not like fanfiction that puts a heavy emphasis on headcanon for more trauma like kidnappings or abuse or childood trauma. There’s already so much stuff we have seen in the show, and in the hints we get about Buck’s childhood for example, I don’t need insult added to injury so to speak. But to each their own, obviously.) And I think that’s really cool and something we should talk about and seek out and write about, because it’s a huge reason why we care about these characters so much. And we should also continue to hold the show to a standard of not erasing the trauma, and give it space even when we’re realistic about how much space it can have in the kind of show 9-1-1 is. 

So I guess that’s a long way of saying I’m excited it seems that season 4 will focus a lot more in depth on character and dealing with all the stuff I listed above. And I can’t wait to see where Buck’s abandonment issues come from, or how Eddie and Buck could bond over having shitty parents. 

[izzielizzie]

could u do a short Rosalind and Tommy fic?

This is by no means short and also it’s not that great but enjoy anyway! Also? the football coach? Definitely took some inspiration from my soccer coach. 

Tommy was having, to put it plainly, a terrible day.

It had started that morning, when he awoke to the most obnoxious bang he had ever heard. Not fully awake yet, Tommy jumped, falling out of his bed.

"Where's the canon?" Tommy mumbled, running his fingers through his rumpled dark hair. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't talking to anyone. Tommy made the effort to scramble off the floor and venture out of his room, calling for his parents as he looked into the rooms of his house. Empty. He glanced out of the kitchen window and saw his older brother Nick in the driveway. "Nick?"

"Out here Kid!" Nick called back from the driveway.

"Obviously," Tommy mumbled. Nick was back from the military for a two month long vacation, something that had been as much of a surprise to Nick as it had been to his loved ones, and in the past three days Nick had managed to cause general chaos on their beloved Gardam Street.

Tommy pushed through the side door, bypassing the coat rack on his way out. This was his first mistake.

He stepped into the frigid early December air to see Nick staring into the hood of his car.

"What was that noise?" Tommy asked, stepping up next to his brother.

"The car, I -"

"Hello," a voice called from across the street, interrupting Nick. The brothers turned to see Rosalind, Skye, and Jane Penderwick trekking across the frost covered street to their house, Jane in the lead, waving at them. "Whoops," she said as she nearly slipped. Tommy saw Skye roll her eyes at Jane, but he looked past her at Rosalind. Tommy smiled at her, despite the intense shivering that overtook him. She looked adorable in her beige peacoat and black cap that looked a little like a beret, sitting jauntily atop her curls. Rosalind raised a hand to wave at him, and Tommy waved back.

"You're going to get a cold," Rosalind said as a way of greeting when the sisters reached Tommy and Nick.

"No I'm not," Tommy responded, pulling her into him for warmth anyway. She giggled and rested her head on his chest, her arms around his waist.

"So what happened to the car Geiger?" Skye asked, punching Nick in the shoulder gently.

"Not sure," Nick says truthfully.

"Maybe the battery was stolen. We know how to put it back," Jane said, peering into the car, mimicking Nick's stance.

"No we don't banana head," Skye said, kicking at Jane's slippers with her own. Unlike their older sister, Jane and Skye were still wearing pajamas underneath their heavy sweaters. "We know how to remove one though," Skye added as an afterthought.

"Maybe not mention that out loud," Tommy joked as the rest of the Penderwick family approached them, Batty and Ben in the lead, Ben holding his sister's hand.

Nick instantly turned to swing Ben high above his head. "How are you doing on this fine morning Bravo-Echo-November?"

"Golf-Oscar-Oscar-Delta," the boy giggled as Nick placed him on his shoulders.

"Ugh Nick, don't encourage him," Rosalind said from her place in her boyfriend's arms. "He's been using that alphabet for the past two days."

"Buck up Rosy, Ben's learning how to spell," Mr. Penderwick said, clapping Tommy on the shoulder.

"Car trouble?" Iantha asked pleasantly, the last one to arrive. Like her step-daughter, she was dressed in her day clothes.

"It would seem so Iantha," Nick said solemnly. He brightened instantly though. "How's the baby?"

Iantha smiled like she did every time Nick asked that question. "Very good at sapping my energy," she said with a smile as she put a hand on her stomach.

"My brother's gonna be as cool as you!" Ben informed Nick with a little clap.

"Ben dear, the baby might be a girl," Rosalind said, shaking Ben's little foot from his high perch.

"No," Ben said in his stubborn voice. Rosalind rolled her eyes, but Tommy knew she was not actually upset. She loved Ben too much for that.

"Well, how will you get to school Tommy?" Batty asked, speaking for the first time. Both Geiger brothers looked at each other, not considering Tommy's options for getting to school.

"Are your parents at work?" Mr. Penderwick asked. He was dressed for work too, and Tommy noticed the car keys dangling from his hand. Both boys nodded. Tommy turned to Rosalind.

"Can I go with you Rosy?"

Rosalind's face fell. "Oh Tommy I'm sorry, but I'm not going to school remember?"

Oh. Rosy had taken the day before winter vacation off to drive to Rhode Island to take a self-guided tour of Brown, a college on her list for years.

"I remember. It's okay."

"Tommy if you're ready Iantha and I can take you on our way to the university," Mr. Penderwick said.

"It'll have to be right now though," Iantha added. "We have to go to the kindergarten and the elementary school first to drop off Ben and Batty."

Tommy looked down to his pajamas and his bare feet, which were becoming numb. "I might not be ready in time," he said.

"Why you can walk with us!" Jane said brightly. “And tell us about Russian class and your football team!”

Skye rolled her eyes again. As a freshman, Jane was still too excited about being in high school, and her excitement oozed into everything she said and did. 

“But we need to leave soon too. I have a question for my physics teacher,” Skye added.

Tommy agreed, and the two families dispersed, leaving Tommy to quickly pull on his warmest clothes and brush his teeth. He decided to forego breakfast, since Skye was ringing their doorbell incessantly. 

“Hey Nick, where’s my hat?” Tommy called to his brother, who was getting ready to go back to bed after calling the towing company. 

“Mom sent it to the cleaners!” Nick called back over the doorbell. 

Right, Mrs. Geiger - fed up with the mud Tommy got on his winter clothes - decided to send all of his outerwear to the cleaner, forcing Tommy to wear one of Mr. Geiger’s old jackets. Tommy - after realizing that he could search for the hat and annoy Skye and himself or just leave - called goodbye to his brother and stepped out. It somehow had become even colder than it had been earlier. 

Tommy walked to school behind the sisters, letting their conversations drift towards him as he shivered violently. As they neared the school, Jane looked back at him. 

“Are you alright?”

“Just cold.”

“Shall I bathe your forehead?”

“Jane stop with the forehead bathing. Not all ailments need you and your cold washcloths,” Skye said giving Tommy an apologetic look. 

“Why do you always ask?” Tommy asked, genuinely curious.

“Because no one ever said yes,” Jane said irritably. 

Tommy shook his head at Jane as his stomach rumbled. He ignored it.

He spent the next three and a half hours ignoring his stomach until his lunch block. 

“I have never seen you walk so fast,” Brendan - one of his football teammates - said as they headed to the cafeteria. 

“I haven’t eaten all day,” Tommy responded.

“Why?”

“Long story,” Tommy responded as he fished around in his school bag for his wallet. Tommy searched for a few moments, growing more and more panicked until he realized that his wallet was always in his gym bag which was always swung over his left sh-

Wait.

“Brendan have you seen my gym bag?” Tommy asked frantically as they stepped forward in the lunch line.

“No, you didn’t have it with you in class.”

“Oh no,” Tommy said, realizing that he had put his gym bag in Nick’s car. 

“What?”

“It’s in Nick’s car.”

“Can’t you go to the main office and call him? I mean he remembers how scary Coach is. He’ll drive it over.”

“Yes he would, except his car was towed since a pipe burst or something.”

Brendan nodded wisely. “Always the pipe.”

Tommy shook his head in exasperation. “What do I do?”

Brendan put a placating hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “The team will pool our money, don’t worry, and we’ll deal with Coach when we cross that bridge.”

Between Brendan and their teammates, they managed enough money for an apple, a bag of pretzels, and a carton of milk, which Tommy only managed to eat before the bell rang for their next class.

“Alright students, pull out your group projects, we’re presenting today,” their history teacher was saying as Tommy and another of his teammates - Jackson - entered the room.

“Group projects?” Tommy asked Jackson as they sat in their seats in the middle of the room. Tommy usually sat in the back, but Rosalind was in the class and she liked to sit in the front, so they compromised. 

“Yeah. About the Silk Road? Remember? You worked with Rosalind.”

“And she’s not here,” Tommy whispered harshly, briefly wondering how his day could have gotten this bad. 

Jackson made a face of comprehension. “Sorry Geiger, you’re on your own.”

They turned to their teacher as he started speaking. “Going alphabetically, Tommy Geiger and Rosalind Penderwick are first to present.”

With a sigh, Tommy raised his hand. “Yes?”

“Sir, Rosy - that is, Rosalind isn’t here today.”

Their teacher sighed. “Then present on your own please.”

“But, Rosalind has the project.”

“Why didn’t she give it to you?”

“She must have... I mean, I must have forgotten.”

“You forgot?” The look Tommy was receiving was worse than any of Rosy’s withering looks. Tommy sank down in in his seat a little as Jackson flinched sympathetically next to him.

“Yes sir.”

“Well, I hope you understand this will be reflected in both of your grades.”

“Yes sir, I know sir,” Tommy said, mentally kicking himself. He didn’t care much for his grade but Rosy had worked so hard, and he hated for her to not get the marks she deserved. 

Tommy passed the next two classes in a blur tired hungry, cold, and more importantly, incredibly angry at himself for letting Rosy’s grade slip. 

He let himself wallow in self pity until he stepped out into the football field and realized - to his dismay - that it was snowing. And not the delicate flurries that had been falling on the walk to school. No, this was the heavy, wet snow, the kind that could block roads and make passing drills rather difficult. 

“Alright boys, into your workout clothes. Snow never stopped football players!”

“Have fun telling Coach,” Jackson said, referencing Tommy’s missing gym bag.

“We’ll wait for you in the locker room,” Brendan added more kindly. 

“Thanks,” Tommy mumbled as he headed towards his coach. “Coach?”

“Geiger! Into the locker room!”

“Yes sir, I will sir, but um...” Tommy trailed off, shaking his hands to get the cold numb feeling out of them. 

“Speak up!”

“I don’t have my gym bag.”

“Why?”

“It’s um, in Nick’s car? And it broke down?”

“Is that a question?”

“No? I mean... no.” Tommy kicked at the snow with his sneakers, not meeting his coach’s eye. 

“Well then, you can run laps.” 

Tommy looked up. “What?”

“You’re not getting a free pass Geiger.” Coach looked down at Tommy menacingly, as if he thought very little of people who tried to get out of football games. Not many things scared Tommy, but Coach was most definitely on the short list. 

“No sir. But what should I wear?”

“Jeans are fine.”

Tommy opened his mouth to ask another question, but his coach was already walking away. With a sigh, he went to the locker room to put his bag away. Thankfully, Brandon offered him one of his sweaters so Tommy would have only a slightly less chance of getting pneumonia. 

“Coach was brutal today,” Brandon announced three hours later as the boys headed to the parking lot. Tommy, trailing after them, shivering so violently his teeth were chattering. 

“At least you’re not Geiger,” a team member said, doubling back to clap Tommy on the shoulder. His knees nearly locked. “Sorry!”

“It’s f-f-fine,” Tommy responded as they neared the line of parked cars. 

“Want a ride home?” Brandon asked.

“He doesn’t need one,” Jackson said. 

“What?”

Jackson pointed to an old blue car at the edge of the parking lot, where a figure in a beige peacoat and a black cap was sitting on the hood of the car. Upon seeing the group of boys, the figure slid off the car. 

“But Rosy is in R-r-rhode Island,” Tommy said in disbelief. 

“Apparently not,” Jackson said with a grin.

“S-s-see you later,” Tommy said suddenly, breaking into a run despite his protesting legs. He barreled towards the car at full force, stopping only to grab Rosalind in a hug and swing her around, despite his screaming muscles. He could hear his teammates cheering somewhere behind them, but he was too busy hugging Rosalind as tight as he could. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked into her hair.

“The roads were closed so I cam back home. No point in being stranded in the middle of nowhere.”

“I missed you.”

“Gosh Tommy you’re so cold,” Rosalind said in response, pulling away.

“It’s been a long day Rosy,” Tommy said, brushing snow out of his girlfriend’s hair.

“Wait, tell me in a moment, let me grab something.” Rosalind reached into the car and pulled out a garment bag from the Cameron Dry Cleaners. She unzipped it to reveal Tommy’s jacket, hat, and gloves.

“How did you -”

“I remembered your mother brought them in last week and I needed to pick up some stuff for Batty and Jane. I thought you might be cold without them so I got yours too.”

With a laugh, Tommy reached forward and kissed Rosalind, long and hard. “Thank you. But did you pay?”

“Yes but don’t worry about it.”

Tommy nodded, secretly resolving to pay her back. He knew her family’s finances worried her. Unfortunately, Rosy knew him enough to know what he was thinking.”

“Stop worrying Tommy, really. Here, put these on you’re going to get sick.”

Rosalind helped him into his jacket. He pulled his gloves on, and with a giggle, Rosy pushed his hat onto his head. It didn’t fully sit on his head properly, but she looked so adorable standing on her toes to reach his head that he had to pull her in for another kiss, forgetting about the cold and the snow.

“Thanks beautiful,” he whispered to her.

“Any time. Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

Tommy took his usual spot in the passenger’s side, and Rosalind slid behind the wheel. “Oh, one more thing.” Rosalind pulled a thermos out from the back seat cupholder. “I made hot chocolate. I didn’t get to taste it but-”

Tommy cut her off by pulling her into him in a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you Rosy.”

Rosalind pulled away, laughing. “Of course. I knew you’d be cold. Especially since I heard about your disastrous day.”

“You did? How?” Tommy asked, surprised, as Rosalind started the car and backed out of the lot. 

“Skye and Jane told me. Apparently you got yelled at during history?”

“It was project presentation day,” Tommy supplied. Rosalind glanced over at him. 

“Don’t worry about the grade. I’ll talk with him.”

“I feel so bad,” Tommy admitted.

“No, it was my job to remember to give it to you. Anyway, it’s winter vacation. Just enjoy the time off with your brother, okay?”

“And you,” Tommy said emphatically.

“And me,” Rosalind agreed. She cut a glance over to him as they turned into the chaos of Gardam street. “I love you Tommy.”

“I love you so much more. You have no idea.” 

Rosalind smiled. 

[go-diane-winchester]

Why Screenrant is a joke.

Dollface sent me this.  It was mindboggling how much Sara Schmidt sounds like a quintessential heller.  Everything she pointed at as proof of canon destiel, is fecal droppings found on Tumblr. 

10.  Uriel stating to Dean:  "He has this weakness. He likes you,"

There is so much wrong with this.  You could mean Dean, the Winchester brothers or mostly humankind collectively.  But no, the guy with no sex drive wants to bang Dean.    

9.  Meg calling Dean, Cas's first boyfriend.

The fact that Meg is a demon seems to be lost to this idiot.  Oh, but the demon said something that you like, so she must be right.  Sarcasm is lost on these fools.  And yet they will say the same thing about us critiquing Misha's humor. 

8.  Mistletoe

That's right, Cas and Dean shared a moment under the mistletoe! Did you miss it? While Bieber wasn't really playing in the background, some mistletoe could definitely be sighted hanging above the cuties during season eight's eighth episode, ''Hunteri Heroici''.

The episode features some of Cas's most adorable moments, from trying to be a detective and sniffing a body in the process to staying in the hotel with the brothers, saying another great line: "I'll watch over you." No, it's not a huge 'ship spoiler on its own, but within the context of all the other great one-liners it seems pretty romantic. Or stalkery. However you view it.

Those are the exact words.  Can you say fine tooth comb?  The funny thing is that she does give us an opportunity to pick a view and yes, I do view it as stalkery, because that is what Dean calls its.  He says its creepy and rapey.  Even if we take it as is, it proves Cas likes Dean and does not denote mutual attraction.  

7.  Hugging

''Fans of Dean Winchester know that he might have a reputation with the ladies but he sure isn't what you'd call a "hugger." Yet he seems to be falling into Castiel's arms quite often--and with much more gusto than he hugs his little brother, Sammy.It's not that Sam and Dean never hug; they two share many heartfelt brotherly moments on the show. But Dean seems rather eager to leap into Cas's arms as opposed to the reluctant, awkward back-patting that he exchanges with his own flesh and blood. We get it, Dean. We like hugging the people we're sweet on, too.''

Talk about subjective.  More gusto?  According to who, heller?  He is a hugger.  He hugs lots of people.  Jessica, his parents, Charlie, Jack.  But hold the phone when he hugs Dean.  SMH. 

6.  The profound bond

This is the same quote revisited plenty of times.  This is because hellers don't understand the character of the character they stan.  He doesn't speak ordinary English.  Cas is more Dean's friend than Sam.  That is what profound bond means.  Even if we take it as is, it proves Cas likes Dean and does not denote mutual attraction.  

5.  Dean was able to break to Naomi's brainwashing by saying ''I need you".  Naomi also said that she knew he wanted to "return to him," which sounds like she's alluding to a romantic relationship.

That bit I cannot get.  Cas is so useless to Team Free Will that you can write the last five seasons of SPN without him.  But Dean needs him, why?  Maybe Dean meant ''I need you to not kill me'', despite the fact that it turns on the hellers.  Of course, Sara Schmidt chooses to forget that Jensen scraped the ''I love you'' line.  Sorry hellers, Jensen does not want destiel to be canon. 

4.  I cant summaries this delusion in one line.  There is just too much stupid.

Speaking of that phrase, how many pairings are revealed when one character utters, "I need you," to the other? It's a classic line that's meant to convey more than one need, to say the least, and Dean and Cas tend to state it to one another over and over again to the point where it's a favorite fan quote used most often to support the unofficial couple.

What makes this line even more revealing is Dean's famous disdain for the words, or touchy-feely words in general, as he's repeatedly told his brother throughout the series. Naturally we still get plenty of those brotherly moments, but Dean seems to not mind having those saccharine sweet sentiments with Cas as much and has said this line multiple times.

3.  Balthazar tells Dean, "You have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trench coat who's in love with you."

Balthazar is a jerk.  Taking him seriously, is the dumbest thing anyone one would do.  Even if we take his words as is, it proves Cas likes Dean and does not denote mutual attraction.  

2.  The beard stroke" in Purgatory together

Yes, lets reach right into our arse to look for proof, shall we?  This twat reach right into season 8.  Poor thing.  His clean shaven friend grew a beard and he was amused.  It must mean Dean wants to boink him. 

1.  Dean keeping Cas's trench coat after he died.   

In her over-reaching, she dug up parallels from Ennis and Jack in Brokeback Mountain and how Ennis kept Jack's coat after he died.  Typical heller behavior.  Madame Heller forgets that Jensen laughed at the stupidity of it.  Even Misha laughed because Jensen brought it up right in front of his face.  So he had to agree but behind Jensen's back, Misha called Dean a pervert who was doing things with the coat.  But don't you bother your teeny, tiny, itty, bitty little head with facts.  Stick to your metaphor and parallel if it makes you smile. 

I asked myself if Misha was networking again.  And how come Screenrant writes such questionable material.  I scrolled to the end of the page and found this. 

Click on Write for Us, and fill in the form.  If you are a good writer, you get your drivel published and you get paid.  That is why there is so much heller delusion on Screenrant.  They have absolutely no journalistic credibility because who the heck is fact checking?  No one.  Does Screenrant care?  No.  They just look for traffic.  That is why its called Screenrant and not TVInquirer or something like that.  They don't care how they get views etc.  As long as they get it.  The sad thing is that TPTB on SPN will read the article and think that its the voice of all the fans of SPN.  So lets do something about it, shall we? 

Go forth people, and flood Screenrant with requests to write.  And write the truth.  Its the only way to level the playing field, because these hellers are extremely underhanded.  Their hope may be to bully Jensen into making destiel canon.  Write about the death threats.  Write about Misha's mugging.  Write about the Travis Aaron Wade scandal.  Write about what acceptable shipper behavior is.  Write about how you don't want to see the forcing of a ship, that will make the leads uncomfortable.  Write about mental illness and how, coaxing a suicidal person like Jared to kill himself, is downright evil.  Speak up for Jared, because these people trash his reputation.  Speak up about Nolacon.  Speak up about Jensen's homophobia and his aunt.  Speak about the academic work that revolves around Jensen's homophobia.  Speak up about the entitled hellers who destroyed SPN's reputation with queer baiting accusations.  And earn a buck while you do it.  I am going to do that too.  And I will do it for free.     

https://screenrant.com/supernatural-dean-castiel-destiel-moments/

[spaceorphan18]

Glee’s Final Season [Part 3/4]

Dedicated to @ckerouac and everyone who gave me prompts.  This was getting long, so I decided to break it up into four parts - which I’ll post one every evening. :)

For context - This set of episodes takes place five years after the events of season six (effectively season 11??) and ends around the time that the real series finale ends.  It is mostly canon compliant – though I did take liberty with a few things, most notably, changing Sam and Mercedes’s story.  But for the most part, it should settle in nicely into regular canon – and its intent is that this is my own version of the final season of the show.

Also note: I’m not that great at picking out music for these episodes, so feel free to fill in those blanks yourselves ;)

Previously on Glee:

Part 1  Part 2

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Episode 11.14: The One With All the Resolutions

Rachel, Santana, Sam, Kurt, Blaine, and Artie are all hanging around Rachel’s apartment during a snowstorm.  (Jesse’s stuck at work, Tina’s at her own home, and Brittany managed to get to her own home.)  They’re bored and cooped up and it’s starting to take its toll.  Artie says it reminds him of back when they were in college and they all once lived in one place.  He gets out his camera and says he’s now making a mini-documentary about people in their late twenties stuck with each other for what could be days.  

Santana suggests they play some sort of game to pass the time, but Rachel doesn’t want to.  The pregnancy is beginning to affect her, and all she wants to do is lounge around.  On top of that, Rachel states she’s already broken her New Year’s Resolution to stay on a strict diet that will help her not gain a lot of weight during the pregnancy, but was craving foods that keeps her off the diet.  Santana is annoyed that Rachel is always talking about how pregnant she is - and is really not looking forward to another six months of Rachel complaining.  She tells Rachel that her New Year’s resolution should be to stop talking about being pregnant.  

Blaine (who is sitting on Kurt’s lap) jumps in and tells Santana that she should just deal with being stuck there with them - and that maybe she could try being nice for her New Year’s resolution.  Santana jumps in and states that of course he’d take Rachel’s side – and really, the two of them should give each other space because it does feel like college again.  

Sam, who has been super mopey since Mercedes left for her tour, interrupts stating that he’s decided he’s giving up knitting and that he’s going to maybe try doing something more physical - like learning karate in his spare time – to which Santana snaps at him, stating that he needs to just pick a project and stop whining.  

Artie, delighted that this is all going getting on film has a proposition for all of them – he says for a limited New Year’s resolution - each of them has a challenge for the time they’re snowed in, and offers them fifty bucks each if they can adhere to it.  Rachel can’t talk about being pregnant, Santana has to not be mean, Kurt and Blaine can’t touch each other, and Sam has to stick with one project.  Thinking they’ll all be making easy money, they agree.  

The time goes relatively slow.  They try to play board games (Santana suggests Twister - which is automatically vetoed down by Kurt and Blaine.)  Rachel keeps going to the bathroom - but doesn’t way why, while Santana has to bite her tongue when she loses three board games in a row. Meanwhile, Sam is glued to the desktop - in an attempt to learn Italian.  Eventually the snow lets up and they respectively head home.  

They next day, they all demand that Artie give them their money, to which Artie replies that they’ve all failed the resolutions and he has proof.  He plays his video.  Sam is the first out – as Artie takes a second when Sam leaves the computer to show that Sam hasn’t been just learning how to speak Italian - but a dozen other things, such as how to put together a car, how to make your own raft, and basic martial arts.  Sam doesn’t even try to cover it up - stating that he has a hard time concentrating on one thing, and hands Artie over the money.   Santana’s next - as the video plays of her screaming into the phone about the pizza delivery guy not being able to deliver pizza in a blizzard.  Santana snarks that she didn’t realize she had to be nice to everyone, but still gives him the money.  Then Rachel is caught, alone in the bedroom, talking to the baby, and telling it how happy she is to be carrying a child, even if it’s for someone else.  Rachel says technically she wasn’t actually talking to anyone - but Artie asks her to hand over the money anyway.  

Last is Kurt and Blaine - as Artie brings in the camera to where the bathroom door is open a sliver, and you can hear moaning, and their bodies sliding together.  Kurt gets indignant and tells him to turn off the video, calling gross invasion of privacy - while Blaine asks for a copy of the tape.  They both give him the money.  

[Missing: Brittany, Tina, Mercedes]

Episode 11.15: PDA

Blaine and Brittany are riding the subway home one evening when they notice a couple of younger gay kids holding hands.  And older gentleman begins to make a stink about how the country is going downhill – insinuating that the gay kids are what the problem is.  Brittany gets upset by this and begins to yell at the older gentleman - to which Blaine thinks maybe she shouldn’t get involved.  Brittany tells Blaine that they should get involved so the kids feel safe - and because the older gentleman is an asshat.  

By the time they get home, Brittany say she’s tired that simple PDA is still getting them weird looks, and wants to do something more proactive.  She encourages Blaine to help her out - and the two of them set out to make a special video – seeking out willing members of the LGBT community to show that PDA can be simple and loving and that they shouldn’t be ostracized for doing the same thing all the straight people are doing.  The more they interview people, the more they learn about LGBT history, youth, and how much the community has grown since even they were in high school.  Both Blaine and Brittany are proud of the video - and have a special viewing part for when it’s uploaded with their spouse and LGBT friends.  

Wanting to show how much he love and misses her - Sam, with the help of Rachel, has his students put together a video of love songs that he can send her.  Mercedes is touched - and in her next show - she dedicates a special song to him.

Tina’s having a fun time with her costars on the set of Artie’s film.  She’s have a good enough time that she’s missed a couple of Skype dates with her long distance boyfriend, Jon.  When Jon finally gets a hold of her - he seems worried - but she tells him that she’s happy for the first time in a long time.  He wants her to be happy, too, but he still feels something’s off.  At the end - Jon shows up at her doorstep.  

Meanwhile, Santana helps Kurt babyproof his apartment.  Kurt takes it as an opportunity to ask Santana if she’s interested in helping publize the opening of the new theater – and that they’d pay her nicely for it.  Santana is flattered, and agrees to do so.  

Episode 11.16: Chivalry is Not Dead…but Someone Is

Tina’s thrilled to see that her long distance boyfriend, Jon show up on her doorstep.  At first things seem to be fine – Tina takes him to the set where she’s doing Artie’s film, and then takes him around New York – since he’s only ever been a few times.  But after a few days, Tina notices that he’s acting distant.  Fearing for the worst - Tina asks what’s going on.  Jon says that he cares for her deeply - but things might be changing.  He’s been offered a job in Japan - and wonders if she might go with him.  

Tina is intrigued by the idea - and talks it over with her friends.  Everyone is happy for whatever she chooses - except Artie.  Tina claims that he’s upset because if she moves away, she won’t be apart of his film, and they’ll have to recast.  Artie says it’s not that at all – but that he’ll genuinely miss having his best friend around – which causes Tina to reconsider.  Later, after Tina has had some time to think it over - she tells Jon that while she cares for him deeply, she’s not ready to move to another country with him.  And as much as it pains both of them to do so, they break up.  After he leaves, Tina goes to Artie, who comforts her as she breaks down.

Rachel is complaining to Jesse that the pregnancy is beginning to wear her out.  Jesse doesn’t believe it’s that bad since she’s cut down her activity to only things that are necessary to do.  Rachel cannot believe Jesse’s being so obtuse - and gets him to agree to wear a pregnancy pad to simulate what she’s going through.  If he can make it through a week - she’ll stop complaining.  Jesse only lasts three days when he vows never to doubt Rachel again.  

The closer the theater is to being done, the more Kurt and Blaine are snipping at each other.  It gets to the point where they have a blowout fight over the types of curtains they want the theater to have - when Blaine storms out.  Elliott - who’s been working with them the whole time, brings them back in so they can talk it out with each other.  Ultimately, they get to the heart of the issue - Blaine doesn’t understand why Kurt has to control every aspect of what goes into the theater, while Kurt feels like decisions keep getting made without his input.  Elliott tells them they’re both little control freaks - but reminds them they need to talk things out with each other instead of getting mad first.  

It’s a reasonable solution - but then Kurt worries about how they’ll be as parents if they can’t even get a theater up and running without arguing.  Elliott says he’s not worried about them being parents – since he’s noticed they’ve been talking a lot about it, and have been seemingly on the same page about their future parenting techniques.  The problem, as Elliott sees it, is that instead of thinking of the theater as something that’s both theirs - they’re thinking individually on it.  They both apologize to each other - Kurt stating that the theater is partially Blaine’s responsibility - and he did intend for the both of them to share duties on it, while Blaine says that he tried to get too involved when he knew this was ultimately Kurt’s pet project.  They both agree, with Elliott’s help, to do a little more listening and a little less flying off the handle.

Over Skype, Mercedes tells Sam that there’s a bartender in Nashville that looks just like him.  Sam gets increasingly jealous, as Mercedes (over the course of a few days) tells him that he owns the bar, and that he’s a good country singer as well.  Sam doesn’t believe she’s telling the truth - but then Mercedes takes a photo of her and him and sends it to him.  She jokes that she’ll have him go on tour with her - to which Sam says that that will definitely not happen.  Mercedes assures him she doesn’t have to worry about Bartender Sam - as she wouldn’t trade in original Sam for anything.

Episode 11.17: Apple

It’s Rachel’s last performance before she takes a leave to have the baby.  She’s feeling rather emotional about the whole thing – everyone goes out to see her last show.  Afterwards, Rachel decides not to go out to the afterparty, but takes a moment alone with Jesse.  She tells him that she know this isn’t her kid - and that she’s not even biologically related to it, but she’s grown attached to the child.  Jesse’s worried a little bit about her giving it up - but Rachel knows it’s not actually hers.  It’s just given her thoughts about wanting them to start their own family, and that she didn’t think her career would ever allow for it, but now she thinks it might.  Jesse reminds her that he’s on board for whatever she would like to do - whether it’s the two of them or man of them, he’s there for her.  She tells him she loves him.  

Tina is having a hard time since her break up with Jon.  She’s been frequenting a karaoke bar every night, singing incredibly depressing things.  They gang is worried about her, and each of them try to make her feel better in their own way.  But it’s not until Rachel visits her at the karaoke bar and sings Fiona Apple’s Paper Bag with her that she begins to feel better.  One by one, they each add a song, and sing with Tina, until they’re doing an energetic version of Walk the Moon’s Shut Up and Dance.  Afterwards - Tina says she’s still sad - but she’s glad she has all of her friends with her.  

Meanwhile, while on tour, Mercedes meets up with Marley Rose – and talks to Marley about her songwriting career.  Marley admits, it’s not going that far yet, but Mercedes takes one of her songs, and asks if she can do this at a concert.  Marley agrees - and afterwards, Mercedes asks if Marley would want to collaborate on her next album, to which Marley agrees.

[Note - I haven’t been keeping songs in mind for any of these - but for this episode, I do specifically have in mind Fiona Apple’s Paper Bag and Walk the Moon’s Shut Up and Dance]

Episode 11.18: The One Where No One’s Ready

It’s the night of the premiere of Blaine’s musical Trapped in an Elevator: A Love Story.  Everyone’s over at Kurt and Blaine’s, and there’s only forty minutes before they have to leave for the show.  Blaine’s been ready for an hour - and he’s freaking out because his friends (and family) don’t seem to be as in as much of a hurry as he is.  

Artie and Sam, who spent the night, are busy arguing about whose turn it is playing the video game they were playing.  The arguing gets out of control - and elevates to the point where, instead of getting ready, Sam has stripped down to his underwear.  

Santana and Brittany arrived on time - and both dressed alright, but the boys’ fighting gets intense, and food ends up on Brittany’s dress.  There isn’t time to go back and get a new one, so Brittany comes up with creative ways to cover the stain.  Meanwhile, Blaine asks Santana to call a cab, but she’s too preoccupied with yelling on the phone at a coworker - who’s trying to put out a PR fire, to listen to Blaine’s request.  

Tina and Rachel (and Jesse) arrive late.  Tina’s obsessing over a voice message she received from her ex-boyfriend Jon - unsure of whether it’s a new message or old message.  She keeps freaking out about it - and wanting advice on whether or not to call him.  She does call him, twice, and the second time a woman picks up - which freaks her out even more.  Meanwhile, Rachel is craving something to eat - and decides to cook something for herself, since everyone else is busy, and ends up starting a small grease fire in the kitchen.  

And then there’s Kurt – who is not only taking forever to figure out what he wants to wear – he ends up getting involved in everything that is going on around him.  

Blaine finally loses it - and yells at everyone, including Kurt - who does not take to it well.  Kurt says everyone else can go, but maybe it’ll be best if he stays home - But Blaine is clearly too stressed out at even the suggestion.  Kurt, then, takes charge - tells Artie and Sam to stop screwing around, takes away Santana and Tina’s phones, and tells them to help Rachel clean up her mess, and gives Brittany a nice shawl to wear over her dress.  

Ten minutes later, Kurt comes out of the bedroom looking fabulous - and Blaine just melts.  They head off to the show - which turns out to be a hit.  

Episode 11.19: There’s More Than One

There are flyers floating around stating that Punk Rachel is giving her last show.  Not wanting to miss the opportunity - the gang goes to the concert to see her because why not?  It’s completely awful, but they all enjoy it anyway, and afterwards Rachel goes to tell her that she enjoyed the show.  Punk Rachel doesn’t say more than ‘yeah whatever’ - and just like that, Punk Rachel leaves their lives forever.  Afterwards, they head out to the piano bar near them, and talk about all the doppelgangers they’ve met over the years.  – Recently, there’s been Punk Rachel, and Chef Sam, and Butch Santana, and Astronomer Brittany – but those haven’t been the only times…

Kurt recalls the time last year when he met his own doppelganger – Uncompromising Journalist Kurt.  It was right after they premiered the LGBT version of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf the previous year.  The show received rave reviews - and Kurt’s performance in particular was praised.  Except for one journalist, who wrote a scathing review of the show and of him.  Blaine had told Kurt not to even worry about it - and Kurt wouldn’t have, if the journalist hadn’t decided to come back another night with again to say less vicious things about the show, and more about him.  Kurt decided to find this guy and tell him off properly – and managed to get a location.  Kurt walks right in - intent to tell the guy off, but when he arrives, he finds that the journalist question looks exactly like him – only – smarmier.  Kurt’s so stunned by this that he can barely speak.  When the journalist sees who he is - he just rolls his eyes, not expecting Kurt to say anything.  Kurt leaves in shock, and decides not to question the ordeal any further.

Santana says she knows of Artie’s doppelganger.  Artie pleads with her not to tell the story, but she does anyway.  A few years earlier, as a joke, Santana bought Artie some porn for his birthday.  To their surprise they found 70’s-stache Pornstar Artie - which Artie claims is the most horrifying thing he’s ever seen.  Santana, clearly delighted by the whole thing, decided to see if Pornstar Artie had more films – and alas, he had a multitude.  Even better - you can see Pornstar Artie live at a local, gay strip joint – so Santana hijacks Artie for a trip.  They end up going to the strip joint three time before they see him – actual Pornstar Artie in the flesh.  And they end up staying longer because Santana is pretty impressed by his moves.  Artie says he never wants to speak of it again.

Tina recounts that they’ve all seen Mercedes’s doppelganger before - it was Barista Mercedes - and she worked at the coffee shop not far from the loft.  Tina says she remembers it pretty well - because Sam was super confused about it.  And that Barista Mercedes seemed to have a crush on Blaine - and would always be giving him extra cookies and stuff.  And that there was one time that Sam thought Blaine and Mercedes were having an affair - and it ended up blowing up at the coffee shop.  And then Mercedes arrived, and Sam became even more confused.  They all have a nice laugh over that one - and hope that Barista Mercedes is doing okay, since the coffee shop closed the next year.

That pretty much wraps it up - until Brittany brings up that Blaine doesn’t have a doppelganger.  Blaine says that’s okay - there doesn’t have to be a double of everyone.  Brittany says that’s not true - it’s the way of the universe, everyone has a mirror image somewhere.  Blaine gives a little shudder at that.  But they all head home without further mention of it.  

Blaine confides in Kurt that the first weekend he came to New York to see Kurt, he ran into his doppelganger.  He was getting a cab when this guy decided to jump in at the last second with him.  They were both headed to the airport, so they could both take the cab.  Startling Blaine, the guy looked just like him - except that his hair was less gelled, and he wore glasses.  As the cab pulled away from the curb, a dozen or so police cars and an ambulance flew by them in the other direction.  Blaine didn’t think anything of it until the cabby turned on the radio, and the stations were all playing the same bulletin about a brutal batch of murders that were discovered at a nearby hotel.  Blaine recognized the hotel name because he had just walked by it to get the cab.  When the announcer started giving details for the suspect - he got chills.  He noticed his doppelganger staring at him very creepily - with one finger placed over his lips.  That ended up being the longest cab ride he ever took - and he raced out of there to get lost in the crowd when he reached the airport.

Kurt says he doesn’t believe the story - to which Blaine retorts it’s true, though he could be lying, and he could be Murder Blaine himself - who decided to kill off both the real Blaine and the cab driver that day…  Kurt suddenly becomes a little unsure, then thinks about it.  He asks Blaine, if it was his first weekend in New York - what also happened that weekend.  Blaine gives him an odd look - then replies that that was the weekend they broke up, worst weekend of his life.  Kurt’s relieved, but still checks to see if Blaine’s birthmarks are correct as they head to bed that night.  

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Part 4  AO3 - FULL

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IV. Anger | Horror!Au

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›› Au: Horror / Gore (non canon) ›› Genre: Angst ›› Rating: 18+ explicit (sexual content + violence) ›› Characters: BTS + Reader x PJM ›› Word Count: 2.7k Warnings Include: Psychological distress and manipulation, character death, mild and severe injuries, member/member violence, blood, explicit language, degradation. Mentions of; sex, cheating, threesome, voyeurism, toys, exhibitionism, blowjob, fingering, spitroasting.

You looked up, everyone looked up, at the door, then to Jin. “You have 70 seconds to enter the next room.”

Then there was the sound of the clock, ticking, ticking. 70 seconds, you had 70 seconds. “UP, EVERYONE GO!” you called, stumbling up, Jimin following you as you pulled at Jungkook’s arm. He looked up at you, his face stained with tears, makeup smeared everywhere. “Kook come on.” You pulled at him wrist, and he looked at the door, where Jin was standing, waiting for the two of you. His skin was pale, and he looked out of it, but he was waiting.

The youngest followed you, standing up and coming after you as you all ran towards the door. Everyone passed through, one by one, more smoothly than last time. Jimin immediately reached for you in the bright room, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close. He was trembling, with adrenaline and fear probably.

“Seokjin?” Hosoek spoke up from beside Namjoon.

“Hmm?”

“Are you alright?”

Everyone waited for the answer, that came after a few heartbeats. “I feel a little dizzy and tired but I think it’s down now. Let’s hope it stays that way.”

Everyone was mumbling a little after that, Jimin was holding on to you as Jin took care of Jungkook, who seemed distressed and upset. You couldn’t blame him. He’d just put a bullet through his best friend’s brain, even if you all got out, he’d never be the same. None of you would be the same. After seeing Taehyung die like that. A shiver ran up your spine at the thought, the sight of it still clear in your mind. His eyes closed, lips parted, blood seeping from his skull onto the concrete floor. Tears welled up in your eyes, at the thought of your ever so happy friend. Taehyung was always one to lift up the mood, even if it was by constantly hugging you until you had to push him off. He was clingy, but in a good way, everyone loved him.

You let the tears fall, not caring anymore by this point, as you looked around the room.

Namjoon and Yoongi were inspecting the locker that was of the same identical green colour. There was no chair in this room, the locker sitting in one of the corners, no windows, no nothing again. The temperature was weird thought, not too cold, not to warm. There had to be central heating at this time of year.

“Do you think he’s watching us?” Jimin mumbled.

“I think so.” You said. “Probably live, on his own stupid camera. All the timings are too perfect for that.”

Each and every one of you looked around, but couldn’t find any obvious cameras. But you didn’t doubt the fact that this was live, or maybe you didn’t want to doubt it. In the sheer hope that someone would call the police.

“This bastard, he’s all kinds of messed up.” Namjoon said, leaning his head back against the wall. He took another sip of the bottle, holding it out to Hoseok who took it from him. Jin was still holding his own bottle, and saw your gaze, so he held it up.

You shook your head. “You keep that one, in case you need it.”

The intercom cut in, and you all looked up silently, to the source of the sound in one of the corners. “Welcome! Did you enjoy your dinner? I made it myself!”

This guy, or girl, but you were sure it was a guy as to what Jungkook and Taehyung said. For all you knew it was multiple people working on this. It almost had to be right?

“Welcome to the room of Ira. This is a sin committed by those who chose to ignore love and opt for fury. Sometimes you’re just born that way, others…have to be spurred on. It depends really, but it’s a disgusting sin. It doesn’t only hurt others, but sometimes yourself. You don’t always have to be angry at someone else you know!

“In hell, sinners of Ira are punished by dismemberment. But I want you all to have a chance to survive, so I’ll go fairly easy on you. To atone for this sin I want the player who choses or is chosen to participate to experience the anger and what it can do to others. Meaning, all you simply have to do is get really angry! Easy right? Now the other players may assist in any way except physical harassment. You’re allowed to touch them, but harming them is out of the question! Verbally, you can do whatever you need.” How the hell, in this situation, were you going to anger anyone. You’d just get upset,

“This task is completed as soon as the door opens, you have a 70 minute time limit! This player has atoned as soon as they leave the room, there are no further tasks or consequences. However, he may not be deceived.

You looked around at the others, knowing Yoongi seemed to be easily irritable. Namjoon didn’t have much of a short fuse, but you’d heard Jin was easily to go off. Jin however, had already completed the previous task.

“The code Ira is 112! Your seven minutes decision time starts now! Stay calm guys!”

The static cut out and you looked around.

“I say randomise.” Yoongi spoke up, shrugging. “This doesn’t seem too hard.”

You swallowed thickly. “I could never do it.”

He turned to face you, eyebrows raised. “What?”

“I said, I could never to it. Get angry, like really really angry? I don’t think I can.” You really didn’t. Sure you had been angry, with your parents, or even Jimin over little things. But this was a life or death situation and you had no idea how angry you actually had to get. “I’m sorry.”

Hoseok was the first one to answer. “Me neither.”

“I’ll do it.” Jimin suddenly said. And you looked at him. “I think I can do this.”

You frowned, thinking of the times you’d seen Jimin really angry. The occasion was rare but you knew he had the ability to really blow off over certain things. “Are you sure babe?” You asked him, taking his hand.

“Yeah.” He nodded, then looked at his friends. “Is everyone okay with that?”

Jungkook frowned for a second, looking at Jimin, but then nodding. Nobody seemed to be against the idea, and you were glad you’d all lost the slightly vindictive state you’d started with.

That’s when suddenly, a beeping sound appeared. “Jimin, go!” Namjoon ushered your boyfriend towards the locker, who stumbled over and tried to put in the code with shaky hands. “Come on Jiminnie.” He spurred him on, and you knew it’d only make him more shaky. But he got it, 1, 1, 2, right before the timer ended.

Everyone let out a relieved sigh, which was strange you suddenly realised. Because what if it was all a hoax and nobody would really die if you didn’t do anything. What if you killed Taehyung for nothing?

Jimin took a deep breath, and looked around at everyone, his eyes big and afraid. “What now?”

“Get angry.” Yoongi said, sitting down against the wall. Jungkook followed him, and so did Hoseok. You looked at your boyfriend and nodded, giving him a soft smile in the hope it gave him courage. You let yourself sit next to Jungkook, who comfortably leant into you, he was warm.

The room was silent, everyone looked at Jimin, but nobody said a word. How to anger him? How to do this, you had 70 minutes. To what extent would it have to go even? Nobody knew.

Jungkook spoke up first. “Remember that vest Jimin, the one you saved up to buy for like a year? The one you lost?”

“Hmm?”

“When I was at your place, I accidentally dropped coffee on it.” He mumbled, looking down into his lap. “I … didn’t know what to do so I took it home. I couldn’t get the stains out so I never returned it.” You knew that jacket, it was over 500 bucks, the brand slipped your mind right now, but Jimin loved it. It was an army green jacket that fit him perfectly, he’d been really upset over loosing it.

But it didn’t work. He looked at Jungkook with remorse in his eyes. “Jungkook I really can’t get angry over a stupid jacket right now.” He rubbed a hand over his face, and you only now noticed the new red colour of his bracelet. You still had his jacket in your lap, playing with the fabric of the sleeves.

Nobody spoke again, and Jimin sat down in the centre of the room with his hands in his hair. “I’m sorry guys.”

You looked at him, wishing that there was anything you could do, that you could just hold him and make everything go away.

“You know.” Yoongi suddenly said. “I wasn’t going to do this, ever. But if it’s what’s necessary I might as well right.” He looked around Jungkook, at you, and pointed a finger. “You see your girlfriend right here?” you held your breath. “Your cute little girlfriend, you love her right? I heard from Tae that the sex is apparently good.” You weren’t catching on, what the hell was he going to do?

Jimin looked at his friend with big eyes, lips parted.

“Well guess what, she lied.”

You were about to open your mouth, when Jungkook’s fingers wrapped around your thigh. He looked at you, and that’s when you knew, Yoongi was going to lie his way out of this room. Jimin’s eyes were turned to you and you tried to calmly cock an eyebrow at him.

“She lied you know, to your face, every single time. I mean how I know? Because I dicked her right when you couldn’t.”

Jimin stood up, facing Yoonig. “Excuse me?”

Yoongi chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Your little girlfriend? A few months ago, we met up for dinner, I asked her, she said she was left unsatisfied, had to fake it too often with you. So I offered, she took it. Fucked her little cunt right, face pushed into the mattress. And God she was loud, I can still remember how she felt around my dick.”

Your cheeks were turning an abhorrent colour red and your hands were shaking. This was going to possibly ruin your relationship with Jimin, for good, you weren’t sure if he’d ever believe that this was a lie. He was insecure, unsure of himself, he needed validation sometimes and you never had trouble giving it. But this, you didn’t think you could fix this. It was necessary though, to survive.

Jimin walked over to Yoongi, jaw clenched, eyes narrow. Then he looked at you. “Is this true y/n?”

With a deep breath you said; “Yes, I can’t even be sorry about it. First of all,” yo paused, swallowing thickly, hoping he didn’t notice it too much. “He’s much bigger than you, and second of all, he knows how to use it properly.”

Yoongi laughed, running a hand through his raven hair. “I mean, she was tight all right, tightest I’ve ever had. God, she felt so good, to be honest I struggled trying to get her there first. But it was so worth it.”

Jimin pushed him, a single shove. “Cut it out man.”

But he wasn’t going to stop that easily. “I mean she loved it so much that she came back to me. Few weeks later, at my doorstep, pushed me right inside against a wall. Ravishing, I’d never expect something so forward from her. But when she went on her knees right in my hallway and swallowed me down in one go. I knew I had a right one on my hands. Don’t think I ever came that quickly.”

Jimin wheezed through his nose, stepping away, fisting his hair. You’d noted the tears in his eyes. It was working, and you wanted to cry, you wanted to run over to him, to hug him, whisper in his ear how much you loved him and that it was all a lie.

However, you spoke up, adding fuel to the fire. “Tell him about the third time Yoongi, I mean, it was the best one after all.”

“Oh, I remember. You came to my place right, and you had to leave early because you and Jimin were going out for dinner. You know Jimin, what she let me do to her?” Your boyfriend turned around to face him with tear stained cheeks. “I put one of those little vibrating eggs deep up inside of her and she went to dinner like that, with you. Said you didn’t even notice her squirming in her seat. Don’t you know to see when your girlfriend is horny Jimin. You need to know when you have to satisfy her. Then fifth time, at the group dinner.”

“What?” Namjoon suddenly spoke. “At the dinner table?”

“Yes.” You answered, not looking at him. “Underneath the table, fingers past my skirt, inside of me till the knuckle. One of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”

Yoongi laughed again, and he looked at you with a smirk. “She’s a little slut, you know? Sixth time she came to me and she said, tell him what you said to me honey?”

You licked your lips, placing a hand on Jungkook’s thigh, squeezing. “I told him, that you’d never wanted a threesome, but it’d been a fantasy of mine for years. But you were too insecure to share me, so I asked Yoongi. He asked who with, I said Jungkook. Luckily, out Kookie here was easy to convince.”

Jimin looked at his best friend. “Kook?”

Jungkook looked down. “I regret it man, but it’s no lie, she is a little slut. Fucking tight at that, barely fit inside. She let me fuck her right when she sucked of Yoongi, best sight I’ve ever seen. I never thought I’d be able to get a hand on her ass. Let alone get to fuck her.” He chuckled, kicking his head back. “I regret it, but if she comes to me asking for more I don’t think I can say no.”

Yoongi grabbed Jimin’s shoulder. “Look at that, your precious little girlfriend, isn’t so innocent as you thought she was. Who knows who she’s had in this group. Hoseok maybe? Or Taehyung? He slept over a lot right? I’ve caught onto her little kinks, and getting caught is definitely high up on that list. Imagine what dirty things she did with Tae while you we-“

Jimin launched for him, fist swinging strong and connecting with Yoongi’s jaw with a loud crack. The elder staggered back, and you felt that Jungkook wanted to jump in, but you held onto him.

Your boyfriend tackled Yoongi to the ground, easily, the elder let it happen. He closed his eyes, as Jimin’s fists connected with his face, his shoulders, chest. Yoongi spat out blood on the floor, curling in on himself with each repeated blow he received to his body. You heard cracking, of what was probably his ribs. Jimin lifted his shirt, dragging the other up and slamming him against the wall. His head made a sickening sound.

Yoongi smiled, showing bloodied and broken teeth. Then he spat in Jimin’s face. “She’s better of with me.”

Jimin threw him onto the floor, and Yoongi collapsed like a rag doll, you swore he might’ve been unconscious. Your boyfriend knelt down by him, grabbing his collar to lift his head.

Then the door clicked open, you saw it in the corner of his eyes. And Jimin was about to smash Yoongi’s head against the concrete floor. If it wasn’t for Jungkook jumping up and pulling the blonde up and away.

He stood Jimin down, forcefully grabbing his shoulders as he yelled. “Listen, we have to keep moving.”

Then he swung at Jungkook, fist connecting with the younger’s already bruised eye socket. He staggered back, holding his face with a scream. “You piece of shit!” Jimin yelled. “I trusted you!” Then you realised, you weren’t allowed to deceive him.

“You have 70 seconds to enter the next room.”

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ayy its ya girl c! i’ve done up a little draft with the slight changes that were made now that we’re living in the moden au!! please read more for ... more.

DESMOND SAYRE

monty might not love social media and technological advances but they changed his life. his family still sucked, always grasping for power and rejecting change, but at least he didn’t feel as alone... not when he could text his friends and get immediate answers back from them. not having the time to dwell and sink in self pity really helped him.

ya boy also didn’t have to live his life thinking something was wrong with him bc he wasn’t sexually attracted to people like he was supposed to. he had access to google, he learned what asexuality and the spectrum was, and he knew more about himself and didn’t have to just ... not know.  i think this made him sleep around less, get to know people a bit more, and while he’s still not an open kind of guy he didn’t really date much. it did however mean he stayed with laurel way longer than he should have... put up with way more crazy than he would have in the past.  

he has instagram but never posts. seriously, he has one post from a year ago. he does like things though and is always commenting on posts. sometimes nice, sometimes not. he doesn’t have facebook, twitter, youtube, or snapchat. he thinks the snapchat filters are dumb and ruin perfectly good pictures. he also hates selfies and thinks they’re dumb.  why does he even have insta? it’s probably the only way to stay up to date on hogwarts gossip. 

i do think because everything online can be so negative, and escalate so quickly, monty never would have came out and admitted that he was bisexual/demisexual except to the people he’s told in canon. it’s still something he plans on taking to his grave and obliviating out of anyone who knew.  the gay shame is real. get a grip boy.  

i think he’s definitely got the aesthetic of like... the guy with gauges in his ears, maybe he has his eyebrow pierced, and he definitely still has the nipple piercing. i think he probably has more tattoos, exclusively wears leather jackets, combat boots, and ripped jeans, and wears a lot of plain colored shirts or black shirts. he still loves black. he will always love black. he wears a lot of it. 

he hasn’t appropriated a lot of muggle culture into his day to day. i feel like he only got a phone in the last year and is awful at remembering to check it.  it’s probably an older model too because he didn’t care what they gave him and it’s slate grey with no case because he lives on the edge. yolo.  he doesn’t have any muggle cars or anything like that but he definitely has a netflix account and television because why not.  his favorite show would probably be something like the good place.

ya boy still flunked out of hogwarts because that’s just how his life goes. he’s repeating his final year and you bet ya ass people tweeted about THAT for awhile. we love vague tweeting.  

PHOENIX VASQUEZ

phoenix’s childhood is still relatively the same; he was adopted by the vasquez family. however, adopting wasn’t as easy as it had been back in the day because lycanthropy wasn’t as frowned upon in this decade as it would have been before. while people didn’t love it, it wasn’t something that meant no other family was interested, or other people weren’t willing to bend red tape.  which means nix didn’t move around as much as a kid because his parents were able to keep working at their jobs in the states!! they only moved to the UK when he was fifteen as his grandmother was sick.  so basically he moved to and started going to hogwarts in year 5 instead of year 1.  

personality wise, nix is very similar. he’s still very awkward, very quiet, and is a genuinely nice person to everyone he meets. he’s more often about his lycanthropy as his parents never begged him to keep it a secret and it’s not uncommon for him to be making werewolf jokes at his own expense. he thinks it’s funny. 

technology!! nix loves snapchat. he’s not huge on technology bc he’s kind of a hipster -- he still uses ballpoint pens and notebooks, doesn’t own a computer and only has a dinky phone that texts and calls. no data. he can only use snapchat when he’s near a wifi hotspot so you’ll sometimes see him getting frustrated with his phone when it starts buffering and flopping. he DOES borrow a friend’s computer to upload podcasts though because he’s a podcaster!!!  he has a podcast called ‘howlcast’ and he does reviews of mainstream media depictions of werewolves and compares them to the reality. he also interviews lycanthropy specialists, advocates, and famous lycanthropes to talk about the werewolf experience. he kind of loves it?? he puts out an episode a week and does a Q&A on twitter straight after the episode goes up for any fans of the podcast. 

nix doesn’t have a luxury broom or any of those fancy toys that the rich kids usually sport. he likes his regular ‘ol magical broomstick and doesn’t think a suped up car is something that he needs in his life. he good. 

modern 2018 phoenix also died his hair a bluey teal color! he thought it was fun and tbh he is living his best life.  

LAUREL DIAN

laurel’s family aspire to be the kardashians.  they have a b level reality show, think something on tlc so they have their little cult following that laurel  l o v e s.   she loves the attention and loves the perks that come with it.  

her aesthetic is probably like.. forever 21 / hipster / hippe chick.  she wears a lot of crop tops, high waisted skirts, floral prints, lace, etc. everything .. and i mean everything ... is accentuated with red lipstick. that’s her aesthetic x 100.  she has an iphone with a bedazzled phone case and probably drives a really compact car.  her broom would be luxury too and she’s definitely on tinder select looking for cute boys (or girls) to bring home with her.  

as for social media.. she has her hand in a lot of different platforms. she prefers facebook over most of the other ones. she also loves pinterest and is always pinning home decor ideas, cooking ideas, etc.  she’s a feminist and sjw when it comes to twitter. it’s not uncommon to see her beefing with someone on twitter because they’re trolling or being rude/racist/sexist/etc.  she loves tearing people a new asshole when they decide to spread their hate online. fuck off trolly boys. 

she’s been in two high profile relationships in her life. the first was with monty sayre and that was a fucking nightmare.  a lot of their relationship was caught on screen and its cringey whenever people tweet her pictures of monty and his new fiancee, or share photos of the two of them from when they were together.  she might have dumped him but that doesn’t mean that she wants to be reminded of it all the time 

she still works with dragons and they are frequently featured on her instagram, snapchat, and on the show.  some of them even have their own little cult followings. its weird but kind of beautiful, 

PIPPA CARSTAIRS

pippa being born in the 2000′s is the best thing that ever happened to her. truly. britney? christina? pink? oh my god she’s living. she loves pop music, loves concerts, and has a passion for professional cheerleading bc it's a legitimate sport now y’all! it’s her dream to be a professional cheerleader. maybe in the magical world if quidditch has them now?? we just dont know. 

her aesthetic is blair waldorf chic. maybe a little more revealing.  she definitely still wears heels, ignores dress codes, and always has her hair straightened perfectly.  she is very very good with makeup -- think contouring and all that jazz.  she looks like a million bucks literlly every day. it’s incredible. 

pippa has a luxury car. i’m thinking it’s probably an suv?? she definitely would want something bigger and not your typical girly girl car.  i’m thinking a black cadillac escalade. she doesn’t have a broom bc she still hates flying and heights. fuck that shit.  as for technology, she’s got it all -- snapchat, twitter, instagram, youtube, etc.  she also definitely has a youtube channel dedicated to beauty tutorials and has thousands of dedicated viewers. she’s done everything from contouring, costume make-up, etc.  her channel is especially popular around halloween as she does a special called ‘the twelve days of pippaween’ where she does different costume makeup every day for 12 days. her most popular to date is ursula from the little mermaid!  she also definitely has the latest iphone, macbook, etc, and it’s probably all rose gold. she’s a rose gold girl. 

currently in the middle of an instagram war with her ex boyfriend. they’re both shady as fuck with their vague posting on finstas and it’s mESSY.  we love a good mess!!!!!   (this good be a good wanted connection if someone wanted to be her messy ex for the AU!!) 

ALARIC ROWLE

i feel like wizards having access to technology changed things significantly for rowle. he was able to track down his birth father’s parents much easier and probably moved back to the UK when he was much younger. he definitely learned more about the war and was drawn into anyone whose narrative reflected what he wanted to hear -- that his parents were martyrs and that the dark lord had been in the right the whole time. 

he definitely kept dueling. when his hand acted up, i think he would have been so desperate to fix it that he would have given into muggle medicines and treatments. he probably wears a splint on his wrist and his wandwork isn’t AS quick as it could be but he’s still one of the top duelists in the country. seriously, ya boy was good. him getting to continue being awesome might make him less of a douche. maybe.  he definitely competes bc glory and loves every minute of it. a rowle who is less grumpy and super cocky? we stan. 

he’s definitely a reddit troll. i feel like there’s a death eaters subreddit or something and he basically lives there and talks to other death eater sympathizers, former, or whatever, and slowly await the return of the ‘great days’.  think alt right but .. y’know magical.. ugly.

he still teaches dada bc initially he needed money to pay off some wicked crazy medical bills for all the specialists and acupuncture and weird shit he did to fix his hands.  even with the money he earns when he’s duelling, he’s in debt up to his ears.

i think he still has the scars that marr his face though bc as much as he will use splints or salves on his hands he is not gonna fucking undergo plastic surgery in the muggle world. he’d rather choke. 

ANSEM WARBECK

ansem warbeck deserves social media. he is living his best life. he is definitely the guy who is constantly using ‘find my iphone’ bc he lost it, has a cracked screen because he forgot to buy the shatterproof screen protector, and changes his netflix password weekly bc he can never remember what it was. he’s also the snapchat king. i’d say he has 100+ streaks with as many people as he can convince to keep it up and he sends angry snaps when you ruin his streaks. they’re like his babies. one time he was running a fever and still managed to make streaks. there’s no excuse. 

he still works as a curse breaker but i feel like he’s really like... stepped up gringott’s social media game. i feel like he took it upon himself to get them an instagram and is always uploading picture of whatever ‘cool’ treasure they can find. griphook keeps telling him they’re going to get robbed if he doesn’t stop bragging but ansem never listens. 

the warbeck family is probably one of the few that have not acclimated to the technological changes at all. they won’t have anything to do with electricity, social media, or anything of the sort and look down on people that do.  so ansem with his luxury brooms and his waffle iron are basically sacreligious to his family and his mom always cries whenever he talks about these things. it’s a whole Thing and just reinforces that arson is the best and ansem is the Worst.