blueysobssesions

[b3ach-bunn7]

CHANGE OUT OF SOMETHING YOU KNOW

You’re the League of Villans new healer. Messages between you and their resident arsonist.

slight nsfw, more just teasing than anything else

(title based off the blood orange song plz listen 🙏)

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October 8th

2:06 pm

You: hi, idk if Shigaraki told you but I’m the leagues new healer!! I think we r bedroom neighbours :D

You: so if u need anything I’m a room away lol

Dabi: K

You: wow so articulate

Seen

October 10th

12:09am

Dabi: Shiggy says go to the bar

You: okay

You: what did he need?

Seen

October 11th:

4:40 pm

You: did u eat my leftovers

Dabi: 🧐

You: BRUH

You: ur buying me more idgaf

Dabi: Hell no

You: I’m gonna tell kugisaki then

Dabi: Okay? Tf is he gonna do

You: aren’t u on his Spotify family plan

Dabi: Fine I’ll fucking buy u more fatty

You: HAHA

October 13th

10:09am

Dabi: Shut the fuck up

Dabi: Ur so loud

You: that’s what she said 😂

Dabi: Actually kys

Dabi: Turn that shit down

You: aw ur so nice 🥰

October 15th

2:06 am

You: can u shut up it’s 2am

Seen

October 19th

1:18 am

You: where r u

You: shig says u need me

Dabi: I don’t need shit

Dabi: I’m fine

You: right so the blood trail leading to ur room is just decor then?

Dabi: Getting a head start on Halloween

You: just let me in 😒

October 20th 

3:07 pm

You: where do u get the staples for ur face and stuff

Dabi: Y

You: just Y is crazy 😭

You: I’m getting supplies for the league

Dabi: Target

You: ???

You: they’re just normal staples???

You: I thought they were like medical ones

Dabi: Too expensive 

You: brokie

Dabi: Kys 

You: okay and what if I did

Dabi: Mission accomplished

You: prick 

October 22nd

11:31 pm

Dabi: Need healing

You: what’s the magic word 😁

Dabi: I’ll burn u to a crisp?

You: omw!!!!

October 25th

8:43 pm

You: do u guys do anything for Halloween

Dabi: R we 12

You: duck off

Dabi: 🦆 

You: STFY

You: ykw I mean

You: like a party or smth

You: or do I have to source my Halloween activities outside of the league

Dabi: Idk

Dabi: Ask Toga

You: okay thanks for nothing 🙄

Seen

October 25th

10:01 pm

You: ME AND TOGA R HAVING A MOVIE NIGHT

You: 🤪🤪🤪🤪

You: u are invited 

Dabi: K

You: its for Halloween so u have to dress up

Dabi: The fuck

Dabi: Y

You: togas never cekebrated Halloween

You: and she got kinda sad when I asked fo i told her we can dress up here

Dabi: Oh

You: so if u can come she’d greatly appreciate it!!!

You: and ig I would too 😒

Dabi: Yh you’d love me there

You: shut up 

October 29th

3:43 am

Dabi: Y/N

Dabi: Y/N

Dabi: R u awake

Dabi: Y/N

Dabi: Wake up

You: wtf do u want 

You: its theee am

Dabi: Ik but I need you

You: huh

Dabi: Healing

Dabi: Got hit bad

You: oh shit okay

You: you in your room?

Dabi: Tes

You: coming

Dabi: Lol

You: bros dying and is still cracking jokes

October 29th

2:05 pm

Dabi: Does ur quirk always do that

You: do what?

Dabi: Hurt u

You: oh thattt

You: well it like gets rid of ur pain and injury but part of the pain had to go to me 

You: has*

You: my pain tolerance is high tho so idm most of the time

You: ur wound was just kinda bad yesterday so it hurt a bit more than usual 😅

You: or this morning ig

Dabi: Oh

Dabi: I didn’t know that

You: lolz it’s okay 😝

You: I’m used to it

Dabi: Thx ig

You: you guess?!??!

Dabi: K

You: YOU kys 

October 31st

7:06 pm

You: YOU ACC DRESSED UP :D

Dabi: I’m wearing plastic fangs

You: I see those eyeliner bite marks on ur neck

Dabi: Y r u looking at my neck freak

Dabi: Should be watching the movie not me

You: shut up

You: does this mean u wear eyeliner

Dabi: Shut the fuck up

You: HAHA

Dabi: Never text me again

You: ughhhhhh ur soooo emo 🖤🥀⛓️

Seen

November 4th

5:09 pm

You: DABI

You: DABIIIIIIUIII

You: PLZ MY CREAMTION KING

Dabi: Cremation u freak

You: LMAOOOOO

You: that was an accident

Dabi: What

You: can u come with me and toga to watch the fireworks 😝

Dabi: Ur actually on Togas dick

Dabi: Leave her alone

You: r u jealous I’m not hanging with u :/

You: I promise we can go out

Dabi: Ew

You: rude

You: plzzz just come

Dabi: 😳

You: UR SO GROSS

You: we r leaving at half past

November 8th 

4:07 pm

Dabi: Grab black hair dye on ur way home 

You: what brand

Dabi: Manic panic

You: wait does this mean ur hair isn’t actually naturally black??

Dabi: No the dyes for Toga

You: ohhh okay

Dabi: Ur so fucking stupid

You: LEAVE ME ALONE 😭😭

You: can I help u dye it 😝

Dabi: No

You: PLEAAAAAAAASE

Missed call

Dabi: Never call me again

You: PLEASE

Dabi: Fuckijg hell

Dabi: Fine

You: YIPEEE

November 12th

1:15 am

You: dabi istg

You: shut the actual fuck up

You: both of you

Missed call

You: bro ur actually pissing me off

You: WE SHARE A WALL

You: I CAN HEAR U TEO FUCKING LIKE IM IN THE ROOM WITH YOU

You: I actually hate you 

November 12th

3:06 am

Dabi: Soz

Dabi: Lol

Dabi: We’re finished now

You: yeah I could fucking tell 

You: dickhead

Dabi: 🙁

Dabi: I was just giving her a good time

Dabi: I can show you if you’d like

You: she’s literlaly still in the room with you u degenerate 

Dabi: You been listening?

Dabi: Freaky 😛

You: FUCK YOU

November 15th

10:06 pm

Dabi: image attachment

Dabi: Tf is this

You: it’s yakult idiot 

Dabi: Why is it in my room

You: oh I heard u say to toga u can’t buy them cause

You: ur a famous villain and stuff

You: so I bought some when I was out 😝

Dabi: Why

You: omg we’ve upgraded to full words

You: idk I just saw them and remebered so i grabbed them

You: if u don’t want them I’ll come grab them sorry if I made u feel weird

Dabi: Shut up it’s fine

Dabi: Thx

You: 😝

November 17th 

9:07 pm

Dabi: image attachment

You: HAHHA

You: WHAT HAPOENED

Dabi: Some weird ass slime guy in an alley way

Dabi: Spinner got hit

You: he looks like those alien toys that come in the slime eggs

Dabi: 🤣🤣

You: poor baby

You: I can’t heal that

November 20th

11:16 pm

Missed call

Missed call

Dabi: What did I say about calling me 

You: plz pick up

You: I think this guy is following me

You: and I’m scared

You: I took like three turns anrbhes still behind me

Dabi & Y/N, Time elapsed: 45 minutes

November 21st

12:15 am

You: thank you for earlier 

Dabi: It’s ok

Dabi: What did he look like 

You: uhm a bit shorter than u, brown hair and I think brown eyes

You: he was wearing a green bomber jacket and he was by the corner shop

You: why

Dabi: None of ur business 

You: I can hear u leaving ur room

You: where r u going

Dabi: Shut up

You: right 😭

November 22nd 

1:06 am

You: bro not again

You: please STOP

You: can’t u go back to their place for once like 😭😭

Dabi: He’s busy 😘

You: girl idgaf

You: go be busy somewhere else 

You: or stfu

Dabi: Sorry

Dabi: She took my phone 

You: again idgaf just plz shut up I wanna sleep

Dabi: K

You: 🖕

November 24th

9:09 pm 

You: me and twice are watching a movie if you wanna join 

Dabi: What r u watching

You: hot fuzz 😝 

You: a classic 

You: u probably don’t even know it 

You: it’s kinda underground and too cool for u

Dabi: I do fucking know it

Dabi: Cornetto triology

You: …

You: literally in love with u rn 😍

Dabi: Shut up

Dabi: Coming don’t start without me

You: okayyyyyy

Dabi: Stfu

You: 😞

November 30th

8:07 pm

Dabi: Turn ur music down

Dabi: Y/N

Dabi: Y/N

Missed call

You: what did I say about calling me 🥀⛓️🖤

Dabi: Turn ur fucking music down 

You: It’s chappel roan 🙁

Dabi: I don’t give a fuck

You: KNEE DEEP IN THE PASSENGER SEAT

Dabi: Stfu

You: AND UR EATING ME OUT 😔😔

Dabi: You wish

You: :/ don’t ruin Chappel for me

Dabi: I’d show chappel a good time

You: She’s a lesbian u freak

You: EYE will show her a good time

Dabi: Can I watch 😍

You: Ew

Dabi: 😔

December 2nd

6:36 pm

You: bro

You: where tf is kugisaki

You: do yk 

Dabi: Nah

Dabi: What do u need 

You: I’m so fucking cold

You: the heating in my room isn’t working😔😔😔😔

You: and I’m gonna die of coldness

Dabi: L

Dabi: Can’t relate

You: where r u rn

Dabi: Couch

You: okay I’m coming

You: ur gonna warm me up thanks for offering I accept

Dabi: Tf

You: On my way! 

Dabi: Lol

You: shuddup 

Dabi: Stay in ur cold room then

You: IM SORDY IM SORRY

You: u can keep talking forever 

Dabi: Good girl

Dabi: Bring the yakult from my room

You: okay 😁

December 10th

5:45 pm

Dabi: Are u crying

You: omfg can u hear me

You: that’s so embarassing wtf 😭

Dabi: Why r u crying

You: lmao I’m just on my period

You; I saw a tik tok of those army dads coming home and they always make me cry

Dabi: Lol I just heard u sob again

You: yeah it’s so funny 

December 10th

6:10 pm

You: DABI

You: DID U GET ME THESE

You: THE CHOCOLATE AND THE heavy duty pads

Dabi: No

You: :D u so did

You: thank u :((

You: how did u know I like m&ms 😝

Dabi: Cause ur always eating them fatty

You: HEY

You: I’ll cry again

Dabi: Loser

You: yeah a loser u bought chocolate for 

December 15th

9:18 pm

Dabi: Why r u crying again

You: why r u watching me freak

You: it’s movie night not Y/N night

Dabi: I can hear u sniffling ur right next to me

You; YH cause ur warm

You: idk my sister loved this movie

Dabi: Why is that making u cry

You: because she’s dead 😁

Dabi: Oh

You: yeah oH 

Dabi: Damn

You: LMAO 

You: thank u for the comfort 🙏🙏

Dabi: Idk what to say 😔

You: people usually say sorry

Dabi: I’m not saying that shit

Dabi: i didn’t kill her

You: LMAOOO

Dabi: There there 

You: that works 

You: just keep me warm and I’ll be okay

Dabi: I’m not a human heater

You: my body is telling me smth different

Dabi: 😒

December 18th

5:07 pm

You: bro do u have my laundry

You: I think spinner put it in ur room by accident 

Dabi: He did 😁

You: why r u so happy about that

Dabi: Cause ur pink panties are so pretty

You: I’m gonna kill myself!

You: STOP LOOKING AT MY JNDERWEAR 

Dabi: Its not my fault theyre all over my bed 

Dabi: So u like lace

Dabi: Noted

You: I hope u know I’m on the ledge rn

Dabi: Aw don’t be shy 

Dabi: Its nothing I haven’t seen before

You: whore 

Dabi: A good one

You: I’m coming to get them and no words will be exchanged between us

Dabi: Boring

December 19th 

8:37 pm

You: oh dabi 😁😁😁😁😁

Dabi: No

You: u don’t even know what I want

Dabi: Yes I do

Dabi: Toga and Twice asked me and I said no

You: :(

You: plz it will be so fun

You: and the limit is ten pound plz

You: I haven’t done a secret Santa in ages and forever

Dabi: No

You: pleeeeeaaaaaaaaase

You: :(

Dabi: Fucking hell 

Dabi: Ok

Dabi: If I get shiggy I’m buying him Vaseline

You: YIPPEE

You: thank u :D

Dabi: Stfu

December 23rd

11:52 pm

Dabi: Come to my room 

You: fuck off

You: yk I can see u from the living room

Dabi: Oh

Dabi: Okay?

You: u ain’t slick lil bro 😭

You: also yk that’s not even mistletoe

You: I think that’s just a twig from outside

Dabi: Again

Dabi: Okay?

You: shut up

Dabi: Plz come to my room I need healing 🙁

You: SHUSH

December 25th

2:06 am

Dabi: y/n

Dabi: why arnet unhere

Dabi: ehy am I dirnkifn with shiggy and teice 

Dabi: shouod be with u baby

You: oh dabi :/

You: I told u I wanted to stay and watch Christmas movies with Toga 

You: r u drunk 

Dabi: ovviusly 

Dabi: come to the bar

Dabi: wanna kiss you 

Dabi: bring the miserlloe

Dabi: miseltoe

You: shut up

Dabi: xome shut me up with ur mouth

Dabi: so hot

Dabi: are u wearing that lacy underwar 

You: plz stop talking about my underwear 🙏

Dabi: vant stop thinking about them

Dabi: wanna fuck you white youve still got them on

You: okay!!!! I think that’s enough drinks for u!!!!!!

Dabi: no im beirng fr

Dabi: ur so hot

Dabi: hmerry christmas 

You: merry christmas dabi

Dabi: my lisp really hrut 

Dabi: kiss them better

You: hypothetically I could

Dabi: pelase baby

You: goodnight!!

December 26th 

3:07 pm

Dabi: I meant all of it btw

You: 😭😭 u drank half the bar 

You: how r u even awake

Dabi: Fucking headache

You: I can heal it if u want

Dabi: Please

You: okayyy omw 

Dabi: Wait

Dabi: Did u open ur secret Santa

You: wait no I didn’t

You: cause u wanted to be different and leave it in my room and not under the tree

Dabi: Open it first

You: okay………

You: Dabi

Dabi: 😁

You: is this fucking christmas themed lingerie

Dabi: 😁😁😁😁

Dabi: Wear it while u heal me

You: DIE

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do I think the LOV would actually be this close and family au? Probably not. Do I care? HELL NO. Ik he’d be such a degenerate even if he is a cutie deep down

also the whole “he’s busy 😘” thing is him trying to get over u and realising he acc wants to fuck YOU and not the random girls he’s picking up on the streets

I feel like my Britishness comes into play so much in these text posts so plz excuse it.. but I just love Touya.. my inspiration has been crazy recently but plz don’t get used to this 😔 uni is only getting busier

[tf2yall]

Ranking the tf2 mercs on how well I think they'd babysit

Scout

4/10

On the one hand he'd feed your kid exclusively fried chicken and soda but on the other he's actually paying attention to them unlike SOME of the people on this list

Scout honestly isn't that fond of kids but for whatever reason they seem to like him. As soon as he realizes that women think it's cute, he'll start actively volunteering to babysit. He is a little confused as to why they think he's the kid's big brother and not their father though...

Soldier

-100/10

Oh my god no do NOT leave Soldier alone with a child. He's already given them a rocket launcher before you can turn around and jesus christ soldier no-

Unfortunately, Soldier thinks he's great at babysitting and if you ask him once he will never stop offering again

Pyro

8/10

Pyro's actually one of the better mercs to babysit. They love all sorts of childish activities and will play with the kid as long as necessary. Just make sure to remind them not to get out the 'bubbleblower'

Love their new playmate and will always offer again and again to babysit

Heavy

10/10

Heavy grew up taking care of his little sisters when his mom was busy so he's got a lot of experience. One of the few mercs that will actually remember to feed the kid. Won't run around and play with them though. He's too afraid that he'll hurt them

Babysitting reminds him of his family and while he won't explicitly offer, he makes it clear that the invitation's open

Demo

0/10 or 10/10 depending on how drunk he is

If Demo's sober he's a great babysitter. He keeps them entertained with stories about Scotland and mythical creatures. If they're a little older he might teach them a little bit about chemicals. Unfortunately, drunk Demo can barely take care of himself and you'd have been better off just leaving the kid alone

Demo wouldn't volunteer to babysit again but he'd be touched if you asked him to

Engineer

2/10

Okay, I know everyone in the fandom has decided Engie's like the team dad and he's great at cooking and taking care of people but hear me out, okay? Engie reminds me of my grandfather, who'd just crack open a beer and watch his grandkids climb on the roof. Engie insists that he did an excellent job. He watched them, after all. Watched them climb and subsequently fall right out of that tree. He tells you it's good for them. Next time they'll know better, won't they?

Engie will offer to watch them again and is a little offended when you refuse

Medic

0/10 or 10/10 depending on your opinion as a parent

He is actually paying attention to them, which is a good start. Unfortunately, he seems to think medical textbooks make good bedtime stories and that helping out with surgeries is a good activity for kids to do. He taught them some anatomy though... So yay?

Will happily offer to babysit again

Sniper

7/10

Sniper doesn't really like kids but he's not an asshole jesus, he'll do it if you really need him to. At first he doesn't know what to do with them but eventually they get him talking about his life and his experiences in Australia. The kid thinks he's cool as shit and Sniper actually ends up having a better time than he thought he would

Sheepishly volunteers to babysit again. He's not bad at babysitting, but do you really want a man that throws his own piss at people looking after your kid?

Spy

0/10

Don't get me wrong, Spy's great with kids. He's actually responsible enough to feed them and keep an eye on them and keep them entertained. However, the kid reminds him of Scout. He manages to keep it together until they're returned to their parents, but immediately after he's retreating to his smoking room. Are you happy? You made him cry

Will not offer to babysit again. Please do not ask him

[hadenodom-stories]

Clair’s Voyage, Part 1

Clair woke up in a cold sweat.  There was no light breaking through her open window, and her heavy dark Navy curtains made no noise as they wavered in the summer wind.  It was the 5th of July, and she was freaking out.  Have you ever had a dream that stays on your mind and colors your mood for an entire day?  Clair had just endured the second such dream in as many nights.

Regardless of the dread her dream had instilled in her, she knew she had to get up and moving.  Yesterday's dream had nearly sapped her of all of her energy, and her friend Elaine had noticed at the neighborhood 4th of July cookout.  "I've never seen you in such a foul mood", she'd remarked.  She couldn't let that happen today.  She had a very important interview, and her entire future potentially hinged on it.  She couldn't be in a dour, depressed state -- 'Then I'll have to fake a smile', she thought, 'and I'm absolute shit at that'.  

Despite a grim determination to force herself into a better mood, she found herself dwelling on the previous day's events as she trudged through the hallways of her quiet house towards the kitchen.  By the time she was sitting down, her head full of frizzy auburn hair slumped forward beholding the sight of a depressing bowl of some "healthy" cereal that'd been sitting in the cupboards well past its expiration date, her mind was busy replaying  and reliving the most traumatic part of that day.  The part that she'd seen before in a nightmare just hours before it happened in real life.  The part of the day that was at first clouded in a sense of Déjà vu -- a surreal "I've seen all of these events, in this exact order, before..." sense -- until it burst into traumatic realness.  The pops and whizzes of fireworks zooming into the sky.  The cheers of the neighborhood kids as one particularly bright, low, and loud firecracker exploded.  Her younger brother looking at her with a cheeky "watch this" expression as he prepared to light a cobbled-together collection of old fireworks that he'd taped together and put into a small pipe to launch.  His uncomprehending, still-excited face as the spark ran along the fuse far too fast and the pipe began to tilt back towards him.  The flash and screams afterwards.  And everything going black once she saw the blood and exposed bone.  Once she realized how bad it might be...

She neatly placed her spoon back on the table and stood up.  'No way I can fucking eat now', she thought.  As she walked out onto the back patio and tossed the now-soggy cereal out into the yard for the local cats to enjoy, she remembered her mom's instructions:

"Look, go home.  Just go home.  You heard the doctor, honey.  He's going to be alright.  They're doing their best.  We won't be able to see him for quite a while.  I'll stay here for now.  Just go home and sleep in your own bed.  Get you mind off of it and come back when you're able."

Clair slammed the patio door shut behind her, furious now.  She understood that her mother wasn't exactly a master of emotional understanding or empathy, but how could she be so fucking stupid?  How could her mom just think that she'd be able to go home and be comfortable knowing her brother was in surgery, having seen what happened to him?  'I'm an adult now, but goddamn, how do I even process this on my own?  How do I just move on with my life?  How can she expect me to just go home, forget all about it, and then get ready for this interview?"

She continued to ruminate and curse her mother's lack of empathy - or at least the kind of empathy Clair expected - as she lazily got ready for her interview.  It was only 5 AM and her interview wasn't until 9, but there wasn't anything else to do and she certainly couldn't go back to sleep.  She was going to put on a frightfully awful dress - she hated dresses - with a pair of shiny black businesslike pumps - which she also loathed - and apply more makeup than usual, and then go spend a couple of hours at the hospital trying to get an update on her brother's situation.  'I'll go ahead and let mom know that I can't handle this on my own while I'm there', she thought.  'She won't care, but I'll let her know'

In her old, grey Civic hatchback with the paint peeling, she barely focused on the road or on driving.  The static-filled dulcet tones of an NPR reporter reciting headlines momentarily calmed her, but she wasn't processing any of the words.  She was just busy thinking of what she could remember from last night's dream.  It was a mess - all she could remember was some boy she barely recognized (but couldn't place) talking to her mother, and her mother suddenly displaying more emotion than Clair had ever seen from her - but she still wasn't able to actually identify the emotion her mother was feeling in the dream.  Something like shock - or confusion - or betrayal - or all of those.  Clair tried in vain to figure out who the boy in the dream was - his face looked very familiar, but she couldn't remember where, other than the dream, she'd seen him. And as for what emotion her mother had been reacting with or what the boy had been telling her mother, she was at a complete loss.  Her eyes flashed upon a sign and her brakes squealed.  Lost in thought, she'd almost missed the exit for the hospital.

The hospital was a tiny rural hospital on the edge of town, a decaying building full of old doctors and young underpaid nurses, kept alive on a shoestring budget despite the exorbitant prices it charged you for the simple privilege of remaining alive.  Clair was sure that her mom wasn't ready for any of the financial burden her brother had just incurred -- at least not on the meager retirement checks and alimony they'd subsisted on since her dad had left.  Walking into the main waiting room, she was mentally prepared to hit her mom hard with three questions:  "How is he?", "When can I see him?", and "You're not going to make me stay at the house by myself for another night".  The last one wasn't a question, but she expected, at the very least, her mother's acknowledgement.  Instead, she was met by the face from her dream - the unfamiliar boy - walking out of an empty waiting room.  She couldn't help but stop in her tracks and stare at him.  "You're Micheal's sister, right?", the boy said, seemingly unphased by her glare.  "Yes", she finally managed to respond.  "He's not here anymore", the boy replied.  

"What?"

"They took him to a hospital in Jacksonville.  He's stable.  Your mom didn't call you and tell you?"

"No..."

"Oh, well.  They left about 30 minutes ago.  He's stable, but your mom's kind of a wreck.  I stayed to meet up with his friend Lisa who wants to ride with me to Jacksonville.  He's going to go into another surgery to try to save his face and they said he'll probably be ready for visitors by later tonight."

'This is absurd', Clair thought.  'How can this random boy know more about my brother's situation than me.  How could my mom be so detached as to not tell me any of this?  And I'll be goddamned if anyone's going to finally visit my brother's hospital room before me'

"You can ride with us if you'd like", the boy offered.

"No, thanks, I actually have to drive to Jacksonville this morning anyways.  I have an interview at 9..."

"Say no more... I guess I'll see you there"

With that, the boy walked past her.  She turned and followed him outside.  "So... who are you?"

"Oh, we've met before I think.  I'm Cavill, Micheal's... we're friends.  I've been here since last night worried sick about him.  I guess your mom wanted you to be home so you wouldn't worry yourself sick like her."

"Fat lot of good that did", Clair replied drearily.  "And yeah, we have met... Micheal just never bothers to introduce his friends to us.  I guess he gets that from mom, the habit of keeping everyone at a distance"

"Cigarette?"  Cavill was holding out a crumpled pack of smokes.  It was odd to think that anyone Micheal hung out with smoked -- to Clair, she couldn't think of her brother as anything but a kid.  Hell, she had a hard time calling herself an "adult"

"No thanks", she replied, waving sheepishly.  

"I quit like a month ago - most on your brother's insistence.  But sitting here waiting last night and stressing out... I just couldn't do it.  I went and bought a pack of smokes.  Micheal would be ashamed of me."

"Don't say that.  I've never known Micheal to be anything but supportive"

"Yeah, but he..."  Cavill's voice trailed off as he began to choke up.  "He's the only person that really ever cared, you know?  And I care about him too.  I don't want to let him down."  A single tear ran down his cheek.

Clair was at a complete loss.  She always came to a complete loss when anyone cried or became vulnerable around her.  'I guess I'm not too unlike my mother', she thought.

"You won't.  You know he talks about you sometimes?  The other day he told me that you're learning guitar and that you're pretty good"

"I'm not, and he knows it.  He just..."

She wasn't sure why Cavill was trailing off now.  She'd met friends of her brother's before, but something was different in the way Cavill talked about his bond with Micheal.  What was it?  

Suddenly, some neurons firing in her brain or some semblance of emotional intelligence came to her, and it made sense.  Months before, Micheal had confessed to her that he was in a relationship but said it was a secret and refused to give her any more details.  It'd annoyed her at the time - she hated secrets in any form and saw them as puzzles or riddles that she needed to solve - but now, with her brother's somewhat-secretive friend quietly crying over a cigarette in front of her, an uncomfortably vulnerable figure, she felt like she was close to unraveling this particular puzzle.  She eyed Cavill again, taking him in.  He was a bit taller than her brother, and thinner.  His hair was golden-brown and jettisoned out from his head at odd angles, like some sort of anime character's.  His face didn't quite match it - soft angles, a small button of a nose, and thin lips.  Blue eyes.  He looked absolutely sad, and she couldn't stand to leave him here on his own.

"You're going to Jacksonville, right?", she said.

"Yeah, but I'm waiting for Lisa, remember?  She's my ride"

"Well, you can ride with me if you want.  I'm going right now."

"That's probably more convenient.  Lisa lives between here and Jacksonville and hasn't even left her house yet".

"Well, I'll make some room in my car.  And I have an interview later on, so I won't be able to give you a ride back until after lunch"

"That's okay, I'm staying at the hospital for the day if I can help it"

Clair looked at Cavill, who'd extinguished his cigarette between his fingers and was starting to walk behind her towards her car.  "Go wash you hands and splash some water on your face", she said.  "I don't want the smell of cigarettes in my car, and besides, you look tired"

Cranking her car, her head disappeared in thought again.  What was the meaning of the dream she'd had the night before?  What kind of secret life had her brother been living?  Who is this Cavill kid she's seen around who's suddenly very attached to her brother?  Why would her mom not tell her that her brother had been taken to a hospital an hour's drive south for surgery?  What was Cavill telling her mom in the dream she'd just had, and why did it make her mom so... upset?  

She couldn't sit there with her thoughts for a second longer, so she reached for the pair of pliers in the center console and used them to twist the metal stub on which her car radio's volume knob had once rested.  The dulcet tones of the NPR announcer now filled the silence:  

"Next on NPR:  We talk to an experimental psychologist about a new study on the phenomenon of apparently precognitive dreams.  Can dreams predict the future?"  

Not even NPR was going to give her a moment of escapism. 

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This is part one of my unfinished series about a girl named Clair whose dreams begin to mirror reality (sounds fun until it happens to you!), which for now is going to be titled “Clair’s Voyage”.  I started writing a story along these lines, with much less detail, a few years ago until it was apparent that I was writing a longer story than I’d set out to write.  At that time, I just saved the draft but left it unfinished.  Now, I’m adding more details and breaking it out into different parts.  It may become a book by the time I’m done.  Clair, you see, is an aspiring psychiatrist - she loves studying the mind and how it works - but right now she’s just trying to struggle through community college and get a job as a secretary at the local psychiatric hospital.  She’s also trying to struggle with the traumatic events surrounding an eerie July 4th, on which her brother was grievously injured in a scene that played out exactly how it had played out in her nightmare the night before.  With her brother’s boyfriend, Cavill, at her side, she’s about to embark on a journey of discovery and empowerment filled with ups and downs and unspeakable trauma.  So be sure to tune in for the next Part of Clair’s Voyage. 

[marvinswriting]

Loud

prompt: my dog hates the fireworks on 4th of july, do you think tinies (cough, janis, cough) hate it too?

my poor bby, and yeah, probably ALSO I GOT THIS ASK LIKE, JULY SECOND BUT IM HERE POSTING IT NOW AND THAT'S CALLED PUTTING IN THE WORK TO FINISH MY WIPS INSTEAD OF STARTING A NEW ONE, its a rare occurrence.

Fourth of July is a shitty holiday if you ask Janis. Why do you need to set off loud fireworks just to brag about freedom? And why do fireworks have to be so loud? Surely you can design them to be just as pretty but a little quieter.

She was with Damian, Cady, Aaron, and the plastics. They were at the Heron's because Cady's neighbors did some cool firework shows. 

Janis never left the house for the fourth of July. Some years she'd hang out with Damian, but he knew how much she hated the fireworks so most times she stayed home, in bed. 

Unfortunately, this year she had been cornered by Regina and Aaron begging her to come. She doesn't know why she said yes, but as she sat in the palms of Damian's hands as they all watched the sky grow dim, she was mentally preparing for the worst. 

Janis could tell Regina was nervous too. Something Janis distinctly remembered when she was plastic, that Regina George hates fireworks. Maybe as much as Janis. The two of them would hang inside together the whole day, earplugs in and music blasting.

But Regina for the most part seemed to have outgrown that.

Janis, on the other hand, did not. She had an arm wrapped around Damian's finger as the group watched the sunset. 

Janis knew Damian was worried about her tonight. It had been a while since she had been with a group for fourth of July. And not to mention the fireworks were only across the street this time. 

Janis tried not to think of it as she tuned into the conversation going on around her. 

Aaron was complaining about how he should have gotten earplugs and the three tinies were gonna go deaf. Janis laughed a bit, nodding. 

The group continues on with their talks and Janis only half listened. 

The sunset slowly faded away to navy blue swirls mixed into dark clouds. 

Janis watched Regina get tense and it made her feel a bit better that she wasn't the only one freaking out about this a bit. 

The first familiar hiss took all of that confidence away as Janis ducked down behind Damian's curled fingers. He laughed softly, cupping his hands more, allowing her to sink down further.

There was a loud boom, followed by bright and beautiful colors, and for a second Janis though it would be okay. She lifter herself further out from behind Damian's fingers, watching the bright colors fizz away. From her house, all she can hear are the pops, no real beauty.

But then more came. One after the other loud bangs all around.

It was a lot.

Janis's head hurt. 

She could vaguely hear Regina ask Karen to take her inside and Janis knew she should do the same, but she was too concentrated on the forever ringing in her ears.

The pretty flashing lights all around her suddenly meant nothing. 

Too much noise.

Too many flickering colors.

Too many people cheering.

The hand beneath Janis shifted as Damian placed her silently in his pocket. She dipped into the pocket without protest, trying to escape the overload of noises and sights and-

Her head was spinning and her ears were ringing. 

Sombody needs to invent quiet fireworks.

"Janis?"

It was quieter. 

Damian had followed Karen inside. 

Janis popped her head out, cringing as another bang sounded from outside. 

Damian's hand scooped her out, placing her onto the table next to Regina. "You okay?"

Janis couldn't tell if it was her heart or her head that was pounding. It very well could be both. The counter beneath her felt cool, but not as cold as the airconditioning. It was a harsh contrast to the heat outside. Each boom made Janis curl up on herself a little more but- it was better in here by far.

"Yeah." She said after a while. 

"Why did we do this." Regina groaned. 

"It was literally your idea!" Janis said turning to the girl.

Damian laughed. "If they can still fight with each other, they'll be fine."

As if the world was out to directly contradict his point, a series of loud booms went off, one after the other. 

Janis stiffened, trying not to jump with each noise. She knew she wasn't in danger, yet her fight or flight was kicking in hard. 

It felt as though her brain was trying to concentrate on everything at once. 

The ac had kicked on again, a cold breeze blowing past Janis.

Regina was mumbling something about a headache. 

The front door opened, Cady's voice filling the room.

Janis was staring at the surface beneath her, trying to memorize the pattern in the counter. To concentrate on anything other than the noise.

Damian was talking, maybe to her, maybe not. 

Aaron was placed on the counter next to her and Regina.

There were still booms. 

The counter was tiled, small little pieces of polished stone sat underneath Janis.

Another boom.

The rocks were all warm neutral colors.

Three more quick booms.

They were all uniformly square-shaped.

Everyone was talking.

It wasn't working.

The room felt like it was lacking air. Every deep breath Janis took wasn't nearly as filling as it should be. 

A familiar hand slipped underneath her. Janis didn't fight it. She knew it was Damian without looking up. She was worried about other things. 

She shut her eyes, trying to will the headache to go away. She could feel Damian hold her close and walk somewhere, but the motion just made her nauseous. 

This is why she stays home.

Fucking Regina, convincing her this would be a good idea.

Wherever Damian went was quieter, but the headache was still there.

Janis could hear a ghost boom echo through her head.

She should be in bed right now.

Texting Damian, under the blankets, earbuds in. 

Janis leaned closer to Damian's chest, gripping his shirt tightly. She tried to concentrate on the fabric in her hands, ignoring the buzz in her head, the way the world spun when she opened her eyes. She focused on the shirt Damian was wearing. The way it felt gathered in her fists, and against her face. 

Damian was humming. 

Its the first thing she noticed once her breathing felt normal.

She couldn't hear the fireworks over the soft hum coming from Damian. 

She didn't know what song or tune it was, but it was nice. 

Janis looked around. They were in Cady's room, Karen and Regina were there too. Karen was holding Regina in her hands while sitting on Cady's bed. Damian stood by the doorway. 

"Cady and Aaron are still downstairs," Karen says when she notices Janis looking over. "It's quieter up here, volume emoji, shh face emoji."

"You okay, Jan?" Damian asks, holding her up so she's eye level. "Things got unbearably loud for Karen and I, I can only imagine how you guys felt."

Regina groans in response. Janis let out a breath laugh. "Yeah, me too, Gina."

Damian smiles. "Wanna leave for the night? You can stay with me."

Janis thought about it for a moment. It wasn't late, but she was coming down from her adrenaline high fast, and the crash was inevitable. 

"Sure." She said finally.

Damian nods before shifting Janis so she was cupped to his chest with one hand. They both said their goodbyes to Karen and Regina, who didn't seem to be doing much better than Janis, before Damian head downstairs. Aaron, being the lucky bitch, seemed fine, but both he and Cady were understanding as they left. 

As Damian made way to his car, Janis already felt her eyelids get heavy. There were still fireworks going off, but they were in the distance, not directly outside. Damian was humming again and Janis couldn't help but smile. 

Yeah, fourth of July sucks. And yeah, today was no exception to past years, but that didn't mean the night couldn't end great. The gang can find a time to hang out altogether when there's not an overwhelming amount of loud noises. For now, falling asleep with Damian didn't seem like the worst idea for the books.

not the best ive ever done but hey,,, its content lmao

tag list <3 @realmisspolarbear @musicallygt @smallsoysauce @sourishlemons

[therunawaystudent]

I’m a Teenage Fugitive (private)

It’s 8:36pm in Van Nuys California, and two teenage boys are bored. God knows nothing good can come from that in the first place, but when Hawk pulls the little  bottle from his backpack, Miguel is hesitant.

“Oh no, no no no…” He shakes his head, half serious and just the tiniest bit amused.

“C’mon, you've been incommunicado for the past month, enjoy yourself a little, man. I didn't snag this so we could look at it.”

“You stole this?”

The blue haired boy gives his best innocent voice. “No steal, it just fell into my lap while I was raiding my father's cabinet. He doesn't drink much so he'll never notice...besides, we need it more than he does.”

“I can't believe I'm doing this. Nothing good happens when I drink, you know that right?”

“So, be… not good. You're always worried about something, man. Just relax, enjoy yourself for once, you know? Don't worry.”

“You trying to peer pressure me?” Miguel is already taking it from him.

“Is it working?” Hawk watches as his friend grimaces at the taste, but it doesn't stop him from taking a second sip.

Miguel chokes it down and passes it back, the two of them taking turns until Miguel feels a warmness in his throat and in his stomach.

“Ugh god, this tastes like rubbing alcohol, vomit and pine needles. What is this?”

“A wonderful and magical concoction of the juniper berry variety.”

“You're feeding me gin. Ugh boy, alright.”  

Passing the mickey back and forth, the two sit in the street of a darkened alleyway, just far enough from the people that they can hear chatting little ways away. They drink until Miguel takes the initiative to gulp the last mouthful, and proceeds to throw the empty bottle in the air and down the road, where he can hear it shatter on the ground.

“Gravity.” He smiles, satisfied. “So, what do we do now?”

“No idea.”

“I've got an idea.”

Reaching into his pocket, Miguel pulls out an M-80. A waxy little red thing, its long, green fuse a temptation to them both.

He smiles knowingly as Hawk’s eyes get wide in awe. “Eh?”

“Where did you get that?”

Miguel shrugs. “You have your stash, I have mine. They've got these little markets in Arizona that sell all kinds’a shit. The ones I got are from the 60’s or something, supposed to have more boom."

Hawk looks excited. Miguel suddenly looks distracted.

"While I was in there some dude kept talking to me about skinwalkers, freaked me out a little.”

“Skin-what?”

“Skinwalkers. They're a legend around there and the guy working the shop wouldn't shut up about it cause I was walking around at night. However, a small price to pay for such an opportunity for fun.”

Hawk shakes his head this time. “I don't think we can do that right here man, someone's gonna call in a terrorism threat.”

Miguel laughs off that comment, clearly he's never seen one blow up. “It's an M-80 not a pipe bomb. It's like a firework. But you're right, we should do something fun with it.”

Getting up off the road, he looks around at the streets, the little explosive safely in his jacket pocket, Miguel handling it the whole time they walk. He sways a little on his feet while they walk down the roads in search of something worthwhile, but Hawk is steady and collected despite the alcohol. He always did have better motor control, drunk or sober it seemed.

> CUT TO: The corner of Victory and Sepulveda, a little car dealership and a darkened parking lot.

“Here, let's do it here!”

“Why here?”

Hawk points to the window, someone milling about, a woman judging from the silhouette.

“It'll just scare someone. Nobody will get hurt either, there's nobody here except us and that chick in there.”

“And what if she sees us?”

“It's too dark for that. We can just put it by the window or something, it'll scare the shit out of her, we'll laugh, and then we'll go home. Mission accomplished.”

Hawk is already lighting it even before Miguel can get another response out, although he quickly starts panicking when he sees the bushes near the window, thinking it'll somehow cause a fire.

“No, wait!”

Grabbing the sparking explosive, he runs to what looks like the nearest, safest deposit.

A mailbox, outside the dealership doors.

“What the hell are you–”

A boom, and the delicate-looking mailbox puffs out its sides like a cartoon burp.

Hawk looks horrified. Everything is torched inside clearly, and whatever was inside better not have been important.

“Miguel what the hell was that!”

“You can't light these things near trees, they'll catch on fire! It hasn't rained in a few weeks, shits all dry!”

“This is a dealership! We're in a parking lot!”

“There's trees over by that long window!”

There's a sound of a door closing and the woman, no longer inside anymore, is quickly making her way over to the commotion.

Hawk panics, whispering frantically and tugging his friends arm. “Shit! Let’s go  come on, we gotta go!”

In their haste and drunken state, it's a miracle only Miguel manages to fall flat on his face, arms not getting the message that his body needed to brace for impact.

Miguel falls, nose connecting with the concrete and cracking audibly, a front tooth, chipped halfway off now, is in his mouth on the middle of his tongue. He gags, too much blood in his throat suddenly, and Hawk pulls him up to his feet as he they run in hopes that Miguel’s blood can't somehow land them in a holding cell.

Once they stop, Hawk looks at his friend and cringes a little. His breathing was laboured and adding to the obscenity was the blood running from his nose down his white T-shirt and jeans jacket, looking nothing short of macabre in the yellow wash of street lights.

“Jesus Christ, I think you broke something.”

Miguel wheezes, trying not to swallow too much blood.

“Ah caht go home likeis… loohkit me.”

“It's probably just a broken nose, just gotta layover for a night maybe so your mom doesn't worry… Oh god, you’re bleeding bad, man.” Hawk is almost gagging himself, certainly not good with any kind of graphic display of blood, certainly not while it’s practically pouring from his friend’s broken nose. 

Miguel is already thinking past his mother though, mind in a panic about the cops, the FBI, ICE, anything that would undoubtedly be all over his ass once this got out.

Isn’t blowing up a mailbox like, a huge deal here? Federal property and all? Or something like that... right?

He was in trouble, big trouble.

This wasn't ‘little trouble’ anymore or stupid shit that he and Robby could fix just by asking someone, this was something big; he'd crossed a line via his own stupidity and now he was completely fucked.

He needed to leave, like right now. Leave and hide.

(Feel free to comment OOC, but not as an in character response to this thread)

[domesticateddog]

the night my dad goes back to work after taking 2 weeks off (he works night shift) and my moms asleep for her day shoft job is when i hear an entire pack of coyotes with pups like 50 ft away in my neighbors back yard. i hate night time this freaks me out so much. and i was literally in the middle of a crying session from all the shit going on right now amd my dog wouldnt shut up, so i thought she had to go outside for the 100th time this hour, and it was a bunch of stupid coyotes. so i went outside starting talking loudly, hissing loudly, and called my dad and he told me to grab some pop its and they work PERFECTLY. just the right amount of loudness without fully waking up my neighbors, but when i first went out there i heard someone light off a single firework/bottle rocket like 2 doors down. so i think they were also tryinf to scare them off and it fucking worked. i want fireworks year round now, the idea of a coyote getting near my chickens terrifies me but i know ill have to do something if they get near. there’s also 3 cats ive seen that live outside (i think) and it also terrifies me that the coyotes will get one of them. add this stress to my current stress and im gonna explode

[senpaiknowsbest666]

New Years // One shot

Summary: Y/N does not believe in soulmates or relationships in general. Namjoon is the opposite, he’s a hopeless romantic who just wants to find his soulmate. What happens if y/n and Namjoon meet on the day they least expect it?

Word Count: 1.7k

According to the universe, your true destiny is to be with your soulmate. When a baby is born there is a time and date written on their wrist, which shows when they will meet their soulmate. Male or female, friends or lovers you are destined to be with that person. Since the moment that they are born they are taught that it is essential that you find your soulmate, that way you are complete. According to Egyptian-Greek mythology, soulmates are people who were once one but were separated and now wander the earth in search of their long lost soulmate so they can reunite their incomplete souls and become one again.

12/31

Except you didn’t believe that crap. See soulmates were cool and all but it was all a load of crap. The moment you were born and your date and time said 12/31 and 1/1 you knew you were screwed. Your parents and friends thought that this was the most special date to meet your soulmate... on New Years. Except you didn’t buy this soulmate crap. Unfortunately you didn’t know the year you were going to meet your soulmate so you decided that every year you would lock yourself in some kind of goddamn confinement so that you could avoid this whole mess.

You were not going to meet your soulmate on New Years and you would prove it.

Not today fate, not fucking today...

You lied on your velvet soft couch in your apartment. Your cat curled at your side silently purring as you scratched her ears, music silently booming inside and outside in the cold. You could see the faint of the lights hit your wall. Annoyed, you walked up and rolled down your blinds.

I can’t believe people actually party outside in this freaking weather, you thought.

For the past twenty three years of your life, you have managed to stay in your house every single new years and to your delight you see no one for almost 48 hours. You’ve always rejected partying and hanging out with friends on this holiday in order to avoid the chances of meeting your soulmate. Actually you’ve avoided every single opportunity in general to meet a potential partner. While your friends are friendly and outgoing, you stay home and binge watch Netflix until you see shame staring back at you from the black screen.

It’s not like you doesn’t want to be in a relationship or anything it’s just that you’ve had so many shitty experiences that it’s better to shield yourself rather than to let someone in when you know that they’re just going to walk out anyways.

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Namjoon didn’t want to work on New Years.

He wanted to take the night off and work on his music. He hadn’t had a chance to touch his laptop since last week and he was going crazy. Sometimes he thought of becoming a doctor like his mom had told him too, but he knew that his dream was to make music. It had always been a passion of his that he wanted to turn into a reality.

Unfortunately this decision to become a music producer was a difficult one. Living in a city on his own for the first time at twenty one years old gave him a sense of freedom but responsibility too. Unfortunately he worked as a full time pizza delivery driver. A clumsy one too. Sometimes giving the wrong pizza to the wrong customers or even slipping from the bike and the pizza flying to who knows where.

New Years was always the busiest and despite his protests that he would rather be a server tonight, here he was stuck doing delivering again. The worst part was the he didn’t drive a car, but a scooter. During the winter, Namjoon would risk his life just to delivery a pizza. Honestly he wouldn’t be surprised if he died at twenty one because of this stupid pizza job.

After returning from a job across the city, Namjoon went to the back room and fell into the soft cushions of the burgundy beat up couch. His cheeks and the tips of his ears were a hint of red and a small layer of sweat surrounding his forehead. He closed his eyes of exhaustion.

Finally, just two seconds of-

“Joonie~~~”, someone cooed.

Yup, times up

“Joonie~~~” cooed Jimin again. Jimin rested his hip against the wall. Jimin was his co-worker who was always in a energetic mood and Namjoon hated it. Jimin was wearing all black with his red apron standing out and topping it with his gold name tag. He ran his fingers through his hair which always drove the female customers crazy. He always wondered why so many female customers came in and why Jimin was always the waiter.

“It’s so cold outside I thought I would just drop dead from the cold”, Namjoon said as he rubbed his eyes.

“At least you’re not out there man. It’s so packed and it’s only Taehyung and I”, Jimin said as he ran his fingers through his hair. Again.

“Dude you have got to stop running your fingers through your hair you’re driving me insane!”

“Don’t tell me this turns you on too Joonie”, Jimin responded as he winked at Namjoon. Namjoon groaned and sank more into the couch.

“I actually came out the tell you that we have another order out for delivery. This one random guy but I could barely hear him through the phone with the music blasting in the background”, Jimin said as he handed the directions to Namjoon, “Have fun my love~~~”

“Do that one more time and I will literally kick your ass”, Namjoon shouted as he saw Jimin smirk before disappearing into the the abyss of the full restaurant.

He gave on more sigh before picking up the food and walking outside to his scooter. As he was walking outside he saw multiple people partying out in the cold.

They’re crazy for partying outside like this

His eyes finally settled on a couple who were gazing into each other’s eyes like the whole world was empty and they were the only ones there. He gave the couple one more look before walking away. Namjoon couldn’t wait to find his soulmate, someone who would complete him seemed like the best dream that anyone could ask for.

After all he is supposed to meet his soulmate on New Years.

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You couldn’t take it anymore. Your neighbours music was too loud for you to even hear your own TV. You weren’t usually the one to tell your neighbours to shut the hell up, but this was insane. All you wanted was a peaceful New Years where you could finish your crime TV show in peace.

You stood up and slipped on a large hoodie over your body and walked over to the door and opened it wide open. What you didn’t realize is that once your cat saw that the door was open, its was like an opportunity of a lifetime and your cat took it. Then the damn cat bolted out the apartment.

“Shit”, you mumbled under your breath. You took off running towards the cat who went running down the hallway.

Namjoon pressed the twentieth floor button on the elevator carrying a 2 large pizzas, cheesy bread and mozzarella sauce. Namjoon watched as the elevator closed in front of him and saw his reflection looking back at him.

I should really start sleeping earlier, Namjoon thought as he saw his eye bags.

“What time is it?”, Namjoon mumbled under his breath as he lifted his watch to see the time.

11:58 p.m. Great just this last delivery and I can go home, he thought. He waited inside the cramped elevator until the little light glowed 20.

Your slippers were slippery against the hard tiled floor. And to top that your cat was running insanely fast the even you were impressed about how fast the fat cat was going.

I’m gonna kill that cat once I get my hands around her neck

Namjoon walked out of the elevator only to accidentally bump into someone.

“Sorry I-”, Namjoon began as he saw the person he ran into. What he didn’t see was how pretty she was and how a small blush appeared on her face.

“No it’s my fault, I should’ve seen where I was going sorry. Happy New Years!”, she said as she walked into the elevator.

Namjoon was lost of words. That’s right! It must be New Year’s already! Wait… then that means…

As Namjoon turned around he saw the elevator closed he knew that she must be his soulmate. As he turned around to press the elevator button he looked down and saw a cat run by him at full speed.

“What the--”, before Namjoon finished his sentenced there was a full grown women who body slammed into him.

You weren’t expecting to body slam into someone. All you did was turn one corner and next thing you know your on the ground covered in pizza and mozzarella with cheese sticks all over the ground. The hot mozzarella was on your hair as you looked across to the person you ran into.

Namjoon didn’t see it coming, it was so fast and it literally swept him off his feet. He looked up to see what he crashed into. But it wasn’t an object… but a person. He looked wide eyed at the girl who he ran into, her hair covered in cheese and slices of pepperoni. She lifted her head and your eyes met.

No one’s ever looked so beautiful with mozzarella sauce in their hair, he thought.

3...

Is it…

2...

You?

1...

Once their eyes met a loud chant of ‘Happy New Years!’ was heard amongst them. Suddenly fireworks were heard and people shouting and yelling. People crowded the hallways dancing, kissing, and hugging as they celebrated the new years, except for y/n and Namjoon.

The clock struck midnight and infront of Namjoon was his soulmate. It has to be, this isn’t a coincidence she has to be his soulmate. Namjoon was going to say something but once he opened his mouth  the cat that he saw running by pounced on his face eating a pepperoni on his cheek.

Well shit

Authors note: Hello! This is my first fic ever! Sorry if my fic is bad I’m still new to this but I really want to put my ideas for others to read! I would love if you guys gave me feedback, there’s a few other projects that I have in mind so let me know if you guys would be interested in reading them! Thank you guys!

Much love, S

[c9sneaksen-blog]

With a Bang

Word Count: 1305 words

Before we go into this fic, I’d like to say my little (and probably somehow convoluted) piece right here! (Because I’m a strong believer in immersion and I think having an Author’s Note at the end of the fic might interfere with that.)

A lot of things have happened in my life, so that’s why I haven’t been pumping out fics as often… and I don’t really think this one is all too great. So please forgive me for being inconsistent! 

There are still a lot of fics I’m working on (most of which are very long), so please do not worry– for as long as I can, I’ll stick around and contribute in the only way I know how to one of my most favorite pairings!

2016 was like the Ultimate Cursed Year™, but I believe that with work and dedication and good vibes all around we can make 2017 a really good one! So I just wanted to say, thanks for this platform for me to submit my work to, and thanks to everyone who reads these fics and enjoys them– even if you haven’t got a Tumblr and you’re lurking around. As long as you enjoy them, or it inspires you, or you create something out of what you read– it is the ultimate reward for me.

Okay! With all of that being said… please enjoy, even though it is far from my best work.

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“But, well, one good thing came out of 2016 for you. For you and for him, you guess. That was pretty good. Right?

Or maybe you didn’t think about all of that. Who knows. It is a tad hard to think straight when you’ve got another dude’s lips on yours.”

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For a moment, just a moment, you forget that you’re an LCS pro– forget that you’re a famous streamer– forget that you’re on the team that was considered just about NA’s last hope some seasons ago.

  For just– just a minute, or two, or three– you can forget all of that and be someone entirely different.

  Yes. For a minute, you can put all of that down–

  – and be someone’s boyfriend.

  “Helloooo?” He taps the side of your neck. You squeak, recoiling from the icy tip of his finger and instantly backing away from him. “Earth to Sneaky?”

  “Fucking what, Jensen?”

  Today was a day marked with a terrible importance. It was New Year’s Day. It was also your boyfriend’s birthday.

  Made a lot of sense. How could the world go on– continue to rotate upon its axis, orbit around the sun, complete another revolution– without Jensen? Could a world even exist without Jensen? You’re not too sure.

  Then again, you’re not too sure about many things.

  You are really sure of two things right now, though– one of which being that Jensen always fucking gets you when he practically tazes you in the neck.

  “Wow, okay, nice microaggression. I was just going to wish you a Happy New Years. Good luck to you and your small dick. My bad.”

  “Fuck you, Jensen,” you say, rubbing the cold touch and weird feeling out of your neck, “Happy fucking New Years.”

  He shuts your bedroom door behind him with a kick from his leg. It’s kind of funny.

  He wraps his slender arms around your waist.

  “And?” He murmurs, pulling you in for a tender hug. His voice tickles your ear, rustling the bit of hair near it. You squeal, making some sort of weird noise– you always freak out when he does that. At first, you thought it to just be a consequence of his height– he was a bit shorter than you– but it was times like these that you know now that he totally does that purposely– just to freak you out.

  “And…”

  “Come the fuck on, Sneaky.”

  “Oh, shit,” you go, smiling, your arms completing the hug when you wrap them around his back– your fingers feeling the boniness of his spine– all of the weird little cricks and kinks and spots dotting his back. “I know, I know. Happy birthday, you little bitch.”

  “Wow, toxic much? I’m reporting you.”

  “My bad, my bad.”

  The two of you pull away from each other, only for his hands to linger on your chest, yours still working their way in and around the grooves of his back, his neck. Wordlessly, you lean in– and his lips meet yours halfway.

  The two of you work in tandem– hearts racing, palms sweaty. Your teeth clack against each other at times, but oh well– Jensen never considered himself much of a great kisser (although you’re inclined to disagree), and you had nerves. These were nerves of a different sort, though– one not so easily explained with tongues and teeth and lips.

  It’s the bassline of a good song. It’s the crackling of fireworks. It’s the drop of a beat. It’s the sound of a flash, it’s old Lucian’s W critting and landing a triple, it’s a secured Elder Dragon. Something that feels so right cannot possibly be fucking wrong.

  Maybe that’s why this kiss is a little different– a little more clumsy (although the two of you had a tendency to be so), a little more amazing, nonetheless. You’re excited. He’s excited. It was the bounce of his leg hitting the door. The cold spot on your neck.

  Your face flushes. That’s another thing you’re sure of– that your face must be absolutely red right now– beet red, amber red, crimson red, whatever– some shade of red. You really can’t be assed or arsed or any other form of mood to try and pale it out.

  It’s a birthday gift from me to you, you think, you’re the only one that gets to see me like this.

  It is in this moment that you might have thought about how much this New Year’s Day meant to you. The holidays preceding this one had never meant a terrible much to you– it was a nice time, of course– your family ate nice things, fireworks sparking up the sky, coloring and discoloring the clouds of smoke that followed it alike. Disneyworld. That kind of shit. It was a nice holiday.

  Now this meant something more than that. You’re sure of that. Yeah, 2016 was a pretty shit year for everybody involved. Even for you (and it wasn’t just because playing ADC became fucking shit).

  But, well, one good thing came out of 2016 for you. For you and for him, you guess. That was pretty good. Right?

  Or maybe you didn’t think about all of that. Who knows. It is a tad hard to think straight when you’ve got another dude’s lips on yours.

  And when Jensen bites down on your bottom lip, and you can feel his smile against yours, you then realize that it’s a tad hard to be straight when you’ve got another dude’s lips on yours.

  Being straight has been kind of hard for you as of recent, actually. As of, like, most of the days preceding January 1st.

  It’s him that pulls away first. The two of you gasp for air– you don’t remember the air in your room ever being this hot. But when the air hits your lungs, it hits you cold and hard.

  “I– fuck–” Jensen struggles to form a coherent sentence, “fucking… fireworks.”

  “Can you say that in English,” you’re grinning, wide– wide and stupid– “please?”

  “Sorry, no fucking English.” Even outside of game (and kissing) the two of you are quite the act together.

  You, and him, your room, and the whole world pauses for just a split second. Just one second– just one second that you get to just look at him. Look at your room, your desk with your dual monitors, your C9 chair, look right into those clear, sea-blue eyes of his–

  How in the fuck did I pull this off?

So maybe 2016 was a shit year for, like, the entire world. But, surely, if something as good as this can come out of it, maybe 2017 is looking up. Maybe 2017 is going to be full of a lot of good things. Like hugs and kisses and talking late at night– thin walls and barriers down.

  “Can you, like, stop looking at me like that, please?”

“… How was I looking at you?” You inquire, attention back on your boyfriend– the world seemingly playing once again.

  “Like you’re in fucking love with me or something.”

  He turns back to smile at you.

  “That’s because I am,” you reply, smiling back– like a fool in love. Because you are one. And so is Jensen, probably.

  “Okay, let’s leave before I literally kiss you again,” he gives you a sweet little peck on your cheek. Your face feels hot. “It’s New Year’s, bro.”

  “Yeah, and?”

  He rolls his eyes.

  “I want to take some fucking shots, bro. Now hurry your cute little ass up so we can get drunk together.”

  “Blackout drunk?” You wrap your arms around his waist. His hands touch yours. They’re cold.

  “Nope.”

  “Oh, really?” You press your face into his neck. “Why not?” You mumble.

  He sighs– happily. You think it’s one of the best things you’d ever had the honor and pleasure of hearing.

  “I want to remember everything about tonight.”

  “Oh, shit, the corn,” you tease, “how can I help you remember everything about tonight, good sir?”

  “Suck me dry and I’ll never forget it.”

  “Fuck you, Jensen.” You kiss his neck before finally letting go of him. “Happy fucking birthday.”

[cwnerd12]

Exodus

“Exodus” Jack, sitting on his bed, “What? How?” A smile grows over his face. Michelle: “I don’t know, but he was just on fucking TV and definitely still fucking alive, and we need to get out of here right now.” Jack pulls the hoodie on, “What? Where are we going?” He goes over to Michelle. Michelle: “We’re going to Gath, that’s where David is.” She leads Jack out of the dungeon. Jack, “We can’t just go through the front door, security will stop us.” Michelle: “I know that!” Jack, “So where the fuck are we going?” Michelle: “I don’t know! I- I didn’t really plan this out.” Jack: “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Michelle!” Michelle: “Do you want to get out of here, or not?” Jack: “We can go the back way. There usually aren’t guards there.” they reach the back maintenance entry of the palace. Jack peers around the corner, and gestures for Michelle to follow him. They hurry away from the door, towards the street. Jack: “You have to plan this shit out.” Suddenly a voice behind them, “Hey!” They stop in their tracks. A security guard comes up behind them, holding a flashlight, “Just who the hell are you?” He grabs Jack and turns him around, shining the light in his eyes. Michelle turns around, as well. Michelle, “Look, just let us go, we don’t want any trouble.” Guard: “Trying to escape?” Jack: “If you turn us in, our dad will kill both of us. We aren’t doing anything, we just want to get out.” The guard laughs, “Silas? Fuck Silas, man! Go join David Shepherd! Hell, I might even join you!” He turns around and walks away, leaving them. Michelle shudders, “Oh, fuck.” Jack: “Come on.” He pulls on her arm and leads her forward. They exit the palace gates and go out into the crowded area around the front of the palace. Anti-Silas demonstrators have taken over. The atmosphere is carnival-like, but still distinctly eerie, and all the freaks who are usually forced into the shadows have come out in full force. Two women harmonize to “Toxicity” while one plays an acoustic guitar. Jack and Michelle walk slowly and carefully, taking in the surreal sighs around them. There are impassioned speeches, drag queens, fire dancers, jugglers, contortionists, fireworks, other performance artists, all out doing their thing, along with a myriad of colorful protesters who are all happy to finally celebrate their resistance. A Shepherd Fairey-esque portrait of David with the word KING underneath it is unfurled. Jack sees the poster, and smiles, “Holy shit.” A policeman climbs up onto a place where he can be seen above the crowd. He raises a megaphone to his mouth, “By the order of King Silas, this crowd will disperse!” The riot police that surround the place raise their guns. Jack tugs on Michelle’s arm, “Come on, we should get out of here.” Michelle: “Where are we gonna go?” Jack: “Let’s try the subway.” Michelle: “I’ve never been on the subway!” Jack, “Well, now’s your chance to try it!” Jack tries to navigate Michelle through the tightly-packed crowd, but makes little progress. The police officer continues to yell at the crowd, “Disperse! Disperse!” A cup full of soda sails through the air and hits the police officer, who falls over. The riot police begin firing rubber bullets into the crowd. People scream and begin to run. Jack, “Shit! Come on!” He holds tightly to Michelle’s arm, and they run along with the crowd. White plumes of teargas explode, and people begin to cough and sputter. Jack protectively puts his arm around Michelle. He leads her away from the gas and down a street where people run for cover.

Gerald leads David and the other survivors into the lobby of a once fancy, but time-worn hotel. “Normally, we invite our guests to stay at the palace, but with the number of you, I thought it would be better if we housed you in the next best place: The Royal Hotel. Right next door to the palace, its where all of Gath’s finest guests stay. You all have rooms reserved for you, and should more of you come out of the woods, they’ll be given rooms, here, too, until more permanent living situations can be found.” David: “Thanks, it’s appreciated.” Gerald: “You are all welcome as asylum-seekers in Gath. You will be provided with a small allowance to buy yourselves a new wardrobe and any technology you may need, phones and such, along with food and other necessities.” David: “Again, thank you. Where are our rooms?” Gerald: “Wait here in the lobby, I’ll speak to the concierge and get everything settled.” David flops down onto a sofa, and rubs his shoulder. The others sit down on the sofas around him. David: “Does anyone else…. not want to be alone tonight?” Asher looks at him, “What do you mean?” David, “I dunno. I just can tell I’m not gonna be able to sleep, and the idea of staying up watching TV all by myself doesn’t seem very appealing.” Abby: “I’ll join you. Give you someone to watch the news with.” Isaiah: “Yeah, me, too.” Asher: “Sure. I’ll join. I want to see what Silas’s face looked like when he realized you were alive.” Abby: “This isn’t just another news story. This is something that’s gonna change the world. I want to see it.” 

Protesters crowd into a tiny, illuminated storefront, seeking safety. People pour milk onto the faces of those affected by teargas. Jack keeps his arm tightly around Michelle, “Are you all right?” Michelle: “Yeah, I’m good.” Jack: “Are you sure?” Michelle: “I’m fine! We need to think of what we’re gonna do next. We should get out of the city before Dad realizes we’re gone.” Jack: “I can call Wednesday. I know she knows people in the resistance. Someone has to be able to get us to Gath. Do you have our phones?” Michelle: “I do, but Dad can track our phones if we use them.” Jack: “Shit! Okay, uh, let’s just get to Wednesday’s. We can take the subway!” He leads Michelle towards a subway station entrance a couple of blocks away. A huge crowd is gathered outside. A sign reads, “SUBWAY SERVICE CANCELLED FOR THE NIGHT.” Jack, “Oh, son of a bitch! They can’t actually be doing this!” Michelle: “Maybe we can just… ask someone with a car if they can give us a ride.” Jack: “Ask someone? DO you really think someone who’s protesting our father is just going to happily give a ride to the prince and princess?!” Michelle: “They won’t recognize us! I put these clothes on for a reason! When was the last time you saw me wearing a hoodie?” Jack sighs, “All right, you’ve got a point,” he looks around, “We just gotta find someone.” Inside a packed parking garage, Jack and Michelle dodge exiting vehicles and search for people leaving. Jack asks a guy getting into his car, “Hey, are you going to 22nd street?” Guy: “No, man, sorry!” Jack: “Fuck!” he continues to look around frantically. Michelle spots a group of people getting into a van, “Hey, are you going to be near 22nd Street?” Driver: “Yeah, you need a lift?” Michelle: “You have no idea!” She gestures for Jack to follow her, and he runs up. They climb into the packed van. Michelle: “You guys are literally saving our lives! Thank you so much!” Driver: “No problem.” 

In the palace, Silas goes into Michelle’s room, but sees she isn’t there. He looks around a bit, and calls for her, but no response. He goes looking for Rose, who sits at her vanity in their bedroom, “Have you seen Michelle?” Rose: “No, I haven’t.” Silas: “When was the last time you saw her?” Rose: “Right after your address.” Silas: “I want to talk to her.” Rose: “I don’t know where she is. Have security look for her.” Later, Silas speaks to the head of security: “We’ve searched the palace, and there’s no sign of her.” Silas: “Search again! She can’t have just disappeared!” Security: “Do you have any idea where she might be?” Silas: “I have one idea. I’ll check there myself.” Silas goes down the dungeon hallway, security guards following behind him. He sees Jack’s cell door wide open, and starts running toward it, “No, no, no!” He reaches the door, and sees the cell is empty, “God fucking damn it!” In his cell, Vesper raises his head in curiosity. One of the security guards speaks into his microphone, “We have a situation in the dungeon, there’s been an escape.” Silas: “There’s been a kidnapping! There’s no way Michelle would just leave! This is Shepherd’s doing! I know it!” Silas goes into Vesper’s cell and slams the door shut. Vesper sits up and greets him, “It’s difficult to judge the passage of time in here, but I believe this is an unusual hour for a visit.” Silas: “Did you hear anything?” Vesper: “I’ve been hearing quite a lot of screaming for the past view days. Who are you holding in there?” Silas: “Did you hear anything tonight?!” Vesper: “No. Unusually quiet, even.” Silas storms out and slams the cell door behind him. He yells at the security guards, “Put an alert out in the city, Jack escaped, and he’s kidnapped Michelle! Find him and bring him to me, I will kill him myself!” 

David sits on a hotel bed with Abby beside him, and Isaiah and Asher in chairs. They watch the TV. The news shows images of a humvee full of Gilboan soldiers, cheering and waving an image of David. Reporter: “Entire units of Gilboan soldiers have begun defecting into Gath.” David, dismayed, “Hoooooly shit, the army?!” Asher, “Mandatory draft means you’ve got a shitload of soldiers who don’t really want to be there.” David: “What am I supposed to tell them when they get here? Where- where are they going to go?!” Abby: “Talk to Gerald, he can figure something out.” Asher: “If the border’s open, we’re likely to start seeing civilian resisters coming across it soon.”  David: “Why are they coming here?! I didn’t tell people to come here!” Asher: “They’re coming here because of you.” David: “I’m not leading an army! I’m not! Someone else has to do it, I- I can’t!” Abby: “Why not?” David: “I’m just a dumbass who grew up on a farm and blew up a tank!” Isaiah shakes his head and looks at a convoy of defecting soldiers on the TV, “You’re fucked, man.” 

In the van, a joint gets passed around. The guy sitting next to Jack: “You want a hit?” Jack: “Gimme that.” He takes a hit, makes a face, and says, “Oh, that shit’s good.” Michelle reaches for the joint, “Let me.” Jack looks over at her, surprised, “Seriously?” Michelle takes the joint. Jack: “You know how to do it?” Michelle shoots him an angry look, “You inhale and hold it in. I’ve seen TV.” She takes a hit, waits a moment, and sputters coughing. Jack laughs, “I thought I would never fucking see this day! My sister smoking a joint!” Michelle passes the joint on, “Shut the fuck up. There’s a first time for everything.” Girl sitting next to Michelle: “You’re in your 20s and this is your first joint?” Jack: “She’s sheltered. Let’s just put it that way.” He nudges Michelle, “How you feelin’?” Michelle, grinning: “Fine.” She laughs. Guy next to Jack takes a hit and passes it back to Jack: “Man, I wish I coulda been in that room when King Silas saw Shepherd’s face on the screen. That shit had to have been hilarious.” Michelle takes another hit, coughs, and says, “I was there.” Jack nervously elbows her. Girl: “No fuckin’ way! You are lying!” Michelle: “Let’s just say my dad works at the palace, I get to see all kinds of shit.” Guy: “So what did he do?” Michelle, “He freaked the fuck out,”  she laughs, “Like, got up and started screaming like, ‘I killed him! He is dead!’ His face was fuckin’ purple,” she giggles, “I have never seen that exact shade of purple before!” Guy and girl both laugh deliriously, and Michelle laughs along with them, “He was so pissed! Like raaaagh!” She makes monster hands, and laughs. Jack finally has to laugh, too. Suddenly, red and blue lights flash up ahead of them. Driver: “Shit, it’s a checkpoint!” Guy stubs the joint out and hides it under his seat. The van rolls to a stop next to a police officer, who shines a flashlight at the driver. The driver rolls the window down, “Yes, officer?” Officer: “We have orders to search vehicles for certain wanted individuals.” Driver: “Hey man, I dunno who you’re looking for, but they’re not in here, can I go?” Officer: “I smell marijuana. Have you been smoking tonight, sir?” Driver: “Your eyes are glazed, have you been eating doughnuts?” The officer is not amused, “Get out of the vehicle!” Suddenly, Michelle runs up from behind and clobbers the officer over the head with a brick. She and Jack take off running as the driver and their two stoned buddies look on in bewilderment. 

In the palace Silas paces frantically back and forth while Rose sits, anxiously waiting. Silas: “This can’t be happening. This cannot be happening!” Rose touches her forehead, “This doesn’t make sense! How could Shepherd possibly have gotten someone into the palace?” Silas: “I don’t know! He’s smart! He’s connected! This could have been his plan all along!” Rose: “What are you going to do with Jack?” Silas, “I’m not abandoning my plan! I’ll break him down and re-build him, you’ll see, I’m just going to have more security at his door!” He sighs, “He- he may need more drastic measures. There are things I never wanted to have to resort to, but I may be forced to do them.” Rose: “Are you going to replace him with Seth?” Silas stops pacing and looks at her, “No! No, no, Seth, Seth stays in the country, he- he’s sick, he can’t be brought out into the public.” Rose: “You have to acknowledge him. There’s no way you can’t continue to pretend he doesn’t exist.” Silas: “And I will do that when Michelle is safely back home! I’m focusing on one problem at a time!” Rose: “At least think about how you’re going to explain Seth to Michelle. And Jack. If he’s gotten out, I guarantee he’s heard everything.” Silas, sneering, “He deserves nothing.” 

 Jack and Michelle come to a stop in a dark alley. They both stand, struggling to catch their breath. Jack: “What…. the fuck….” Michelle: “You’re the one who passed me the joint.” Jack: “Pot doesn’t make you jump out of a van, grab a brick, and hit a police officer!” Michelle: “Then I guess it was just quick thinking on my part.” Jack steps back into the streetlight, and looks around, “I think we’re close to Wednesday’s, and I don’t see any police. We’ll have to walk. Come on.” He takes Michelle’s hand, and they begin to walk down the street. But to: the inside of Wednesday’s loft. Other resistance members, including Monique, sit around watching TV. There’s a knock at the door. Wednesday answers, and Jack and Michelle stand on the other side. Jack: “We have to get to Gath.” Cut to: Wednesday and Monique help two other resistance members pack boxes into the back of an SUV. Jack and Michelle sit in the back seat. Monique: “The borders are wide open. I don’t know how long they’re gonna stay that way, so you need to make good time.” Rebel driver: “Don’t worry, we’ll get there.” Monique looks over what’s been packed, “All right, you should be good.” She slams the back door shut The two members get into the car, but Wednesday and Monique stay behind. Jack rolls his window down, “You coming with us?” Wednesday, “Wish I could, but I got business to do here in Shiloh.” Monique: “You meeting up with Shepherd?” Jack: “That’s the plan.” Monique nods, “Tell him we’re here. Tell him we’re ready to do whatever he says.” Jack nods, “Will do. You two keep fighting and stay safe, all right?” Wednesday smiles, “See you, Jack.”  Jack rolls up the window, and the car begins to drive away. The rebel in the passenger seat looks at her phone, “I’ve got all the checkpoints marked on a map. We can get out of the city, just follow my directions.” Jack: “When you’re done, can I borrow your phone? I- I haven’t seen David’s speech. I want to see it.” Rebel: “Yeah, sure, when we’re out of Shiloh.” Jack smiles, “Thanks.” 

 In the palace, Silas sits in his office by himself. He mutters to himself, “Michelle will come back. God will deliver her safely back to me. Michelle will come back,” He looks upwards, “Do you hear that? You’re going to bring my little girl safely back to me, just like you guided her through her illness! You’ve done nothing but bless me, I know I have no reason to ask, but please, Michelle has to come home!” He starts to sob, “Please, just keep her safe. Keep her safe. Keep her safe! You can forsake me, but please, don’t forsake Michelle! Whatever happens, keep her safe!” 

In the SUV, Jack holds a phone and watches David speak. He, deep, shaking breath, and tears fill his eyes. Michelle leans her head against Jack’s shoulder and watches David speak. Jack, softly, “This is God’s doing. David came back from the dead.” Michelle, “He was never dead, we just thought he was.” Jack wipes his eyes, “This is a miracle. There’s absolutely no other explanation for it. David’s alive, and we’re out of the palace, and we’re going to go be with David! How does that happen?” Michelle gently takes the phone. Jack: “What are you doing? It’s not over!” Michelle: “At the end of his speech, David says something, and, I think you should hear it from me, first.” Jack: “What?” Michelle: “We have a brother. His name is Seth, and Dad’s been keeping him secret.” Jack bewildered, “What?” Michelle: “It’s what David said, and that’s all I know, but… I asked Mom. She said she knew about him.” Jack: “Is… is he sick?” Michelle, tearing up: “I don’t know. But when we get to Gath, I’m going to be the one who talks to Dad. You can go do whatever it is you want with David, but I need to be the one who talks to Dad.” Jack nods, “Okay.” He puts his hand on Michelle’s arm and squeezes it reassuringly, and Michelle gives him her best smile back.

In David’s room, there’s a knock at the door. Asher goes up and gets it, “Yes?” Jack and Michelle stand on the other side. Jack looks past Asher, “David?” David hears Jack’s voice, and jumps out of the bed. Jack pushes past Asher, and sees David standing there. David runs to Jack and grabs him in a tight embrace, “Jack!” David laughs, cries, and kisses Jack passionately.  Jack, whispering, “I thought you were dead.” David, “I thought you were dead!” David kisses Jack again and again. Jack, “Dad made me watch a feed of the raid. I thought I’d watched you die!” David, “I love you, I love you!” Jack, “I love you.” David sobs, and sinks to his knees, overwhelmed. Jack kneels beside him and holds him. Michelle enters the room behind them, and looks around, awkwardly, “I know you all are looking for an explanation, and I swear, you’ll get one, but I have to call my dad and tell him I’m safe.”

Michelle enters an empty hotel room, and turns on the light. She looks around at the shabby furnishings, and drops her backpack on the bed. She unzips it, rummages around inside for a moment, and pulls out her phone. She sits on the bed and turns it on. In Shiloh, someone goes into Silas’s office, where he sits alone, “Sir, we’ve got a phone call from Princess Michelle. Would you like her to be put on facetime?” Silas, his face lighting up, “Yes!” (“Numb” Jamelia) In Gath, Silas appears on Michelle’s phone, “Michelle? Oh, thank God you’re safe! Where are you?” Michelle, unemotional, “I’m in Gath with Jack.” Silas, furious, “What did he do to you?!” Michelle tries to speak but Silas keeps interrupting, “I’m sending a team to rescue you right now! I swear to god I’m going to kill that ungrateful little faggot with my bare hands for doing this to you! Did Shepherd have anything to do with this?!” Michelle barks, “Stop interrupting me, Silas!” Silas backs off. Michelle: “Jack did nothing. I’m the one who broke him out. We escaped to Gath together, and right now, he and David are fucking. You’re going to answer some questions, Silas.” Fear crawls into Silas’s heart. He’s fucked up, and Michelle is in control. “What do you want to know?” Michelle takes a deep breath, “How long have Jack and I had a brother?” Silas, “Nine years.” Michelle: “So he was conceived while I was sick.” “Yes.” “Who’s his mother?” Silas: “Helen Chawla.” Michelle’s eyes widen in shock, “Helen? Helen was my favorite nurse! She’d bring me cookies! She left the hospital to have a baby! Was that baby Seth?” Silas, deeply ashamed, “Yes.” Michelle’s voice lowers, showing a tiny bit of emotion for the first time, “Is he like me?” Silas hesitates, but then answers, “Yes.” Michelle is hurt in a way she’s never been hurt before, but she refuses to show her anger and sadness. Silas: “I am so sorry, puppy.” Michelle, still holding back all her emotion, “Why didn’t you tell us?” Silas: “All of this, everything I’ve done, has been to protect you.” Michelle: “Were you protecting me when you fucked Helen?” Silas: “Michelle, please…” Michelle: “When were you going to tell us?” Silas: “When the time was right.” Michelle: “And when is that time? When he needs a new heart? When he’s dead?” Silas, tearing up, “Please, don’t destroy this monarchy!” Michelle: “I’m not destroying anything, Silas, you are! If the monarchy fails, it’s entirely your fault! All the pain you’ll feel, every bit of suffering you’ll experience, you brought it upon yourself, and no one else! You deserve all of it! You knew I was sick, you knew it was genetic, and you had another child! I don’t know how many times that I told you I never want to put another child through what I went through, and you did, and then you lied to my face about it! Seth is suffering because of your mistake! You don’t even know how much of a monster you are!” Silas weeps, “I’m so sorry, Michelle. Please, can you forgive me?” Michelle shakes her head, “No. You hurt me. You hurt Jack. You hurt Seth. You hurt everyone you claim to love. I can never forgive that.” Silas: “Can you at least cry?” Michelle: “No, Silas, no. You aren’t worth it.” Michelle ends the call. Silas stares helplessly at a blank screen, “Michelle! Michelle! Please, Michelle!” In their room, Jack and dAvid make love. Michelle sits on the bed, and her emotions sweep over her. Jack lays on David’s shoulder. Michelle looks like she’s going to cry, but she stops herself and takes a deep breath. Jack: “I don’t ever want to be king.” David: “Why?” Michelle looks around the room, and sees the faint blue of sunrise in her window. Jack: “I don’t ever want to turn into my father.” Michelle stands up, and walks over to the window. She puts her hand on the glass, and looks out at sunrise over the city.

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