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queenshelby · 2 months

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Our Little Secret (Part 33)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap,

"Alright, let's eat," Cillian's father announced, bringing everyone back to reality but Frank shook his head.

"You cannot possibly pretend that you are okay with this, dad!" he said, looking at his father with anger. "How can you sit here and pretend that this is okay? This is my stepdaughter for Christ's sake!" he spat, gesturing to you and Cillian before dropping another insult.

"But hey, bravo, Y/N! Your slutty behavior got you a sugar and a baby daddy, all in one, so I am sure you are proud of yourself," Frank went on, causing Cillian's face to grow dark with anger.

"Shut up, Frank," Cillian ground out, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "This is the mother of my child who you are talking about," he snapped, before turning to you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and you couldn't help but feel your heart sink at Frank's harsh words. You had never intended to cause any problems or hurt anyone's feelings, especially not Cillian's family. But it seemed that no matter what you did, you couldn't escape the judgment and criticism.

"Yes, she is because, clearly, she is too young and naive to use birth control," Frank sneered, not holding back any punches.

You could feel the tension in the room growing as Cillian's grip on your shoulder tightened.

"Please, Frank, enough," Cillian said, his voice strained but Frank was not listening.

"No, Cillian! You slept with a fucking child and don't see anything wrong with it," Frank shouted, unable to control his anger.

Cillian's grip on my shoulder tightened further, his body rigid with fury as he glared at his brother. "Frank, I said enough," he growled, his voice dangerously low.

But Frank was not deterred. He pointed a finger at you, his eyes filled with disgust and contempt. "And you, Y/N. You think this is all just a game, don't you?" he asked while even your mother tried to hold him back.

"No Frank, I don't think that this is a game at all and I am no child. I am adult and have been for quite some time. I never asked for anything from you and mum and I never asked for anything from Cillian either. I was going to have an abortion and get on with my life, but you know what?" you suddenly stood up, causing the entire room to fall silent as you took a deep breath, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped down your cheek. "I am glad that Cillian stopped me from being so selfish. He wanted me to keep the baby and I am glad that I did as we both love her unconditionally, which is not something that seems to be the norm when it comes to my own upbringing," you stated, holding Mara tighter as she snuggled herself comfortably against your chest. "Nobody has ever wanted me for who I am. First my mother sent me overseas, then my father sent me back and then the two of you kicked me out because I fell for a man I shouldn't have. But you know what - I thank for it now because I am happy for once, with your brother, so there is that. You can keep on ranting all you want Frank, but nothing is going to change," you continued, speaking your mind before taking a deep breath, leaving everyone else in the room speechless.

"I am sorry for ruining your birthday," you then finally said to Cillian's mother, knowing that all this trouble and rage was the result of your presence.

"Don't be silly," Cillian's mother replied with a smile, patting your hand comfortingly. "Family is always messy. Always will be. Family drama is nothing new for me. Besides, I am glad that you and Mara are here. She's quite something," she said fondly, admiring a sleeping Mara while Frank rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," Frank muttered, pushing his chair back and standing up abruptly. "I can't handle this crap anymore." he asked angrily, gesturing toward you with a flick of his wrist before walking off. He clearly needed to calm down and collect himself before returning to the table but, honestly, you couldn't care less about his feelings in that moment.

You were fed up with his constant judgement and criticism. Fed up with him acting like he had some sort of authority over you. Fed up with being treated like a child instead of the adult that you were. You deserved respect and dignity, just like everyone else.

"Let's just enjoy the rest of our breakfast," Cillian's father suggested, trying to diffuse the tension but your heart was still racing with anger and frustration.

You barely touched your food as you couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and sadness wash over you. This wasn't how you wanted things to go. You didn't want to cause a scene or upset anyone, but sometimes the truth can be hurtful.

After breakfast, your mother excused herself to check on Frank, leaving you and Cillian alone with his parents at the table.

You could feel the tension radiating from Cillian's body as his grip on his coffee cup grew tighter and tighter.

"I'm sorry," you whispered softly, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "I didn't mean to make things any worse by speaking up," you told him but he turned to you, his eyes filled with sadness and regret.

"No, you did the right thing," he said, squeezing your hand. "You did well," Cillian assured you, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your temple. But you couldn't shake off the guilt and sadness.

"I just wish things could be different," you said quietly, staring down at your untouched plate.

"Hey," Cillian said, lifting your chin with his finger to look at him. "Things are different. We are different. And that's okay because we are together. We have each other and we have Mara," he reassured you, his gaze steady while his mother looked on with awe.

"Thank you," you whispered, leaning into his touch as you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur as everyone tried their best to avoid any further confrontations. Your mother and you were careful to avoid any topics that might trigger Frank and Cillian's parents were equally cautious not to upset anyone as you celebrated Cillian's mother's birthday.

As the day drew to a close, you found yourself lying in bed next to Cillian, your bodies entwined as you tried to drift off to sleep.

Mara was fast asleep in her crib, her soft breathsicle lullaby that filled the air.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you as you listened to Cillian's steady heartbeat, your bodies pressed close together. You trailed your fingers gently up and down his chest, marveling at the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

Despite everything that had happened earlier in the day, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Cillian's presence in your life. You wouldn't have changed anything, not even the mistakes you had made.

Because they had led you to Cillian, and he was worth it all. You shifted closer to him, your breasts brushing against his chest, your nipples hardening at the contact. Cillian's grip on you tightened, and you felt him stirring against your hips.

You had been brave today, louder and stronger than you ever thought possible, and now it was time to let go.

"I love you Y/N," Cillian murmured, caressing your face gently as he traced your lips with his thumb, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill run down your spine.

"I want you so bad," you whispered in response, your eyes glazing over with desire.

"I want you too babe, but you know we can't. You haven't healed yet," Cillian reminded you, his voice heavy with restraint.

"Yes, I do know that. But it doesn't mean I can't still pleasure you," you murmured suggestively, pressing a soft kiss to his chest and causing Cillian to groan.

"No, please. I want to wait until I can be inside you again," Cillian pleaded, but you could hear the desire in his voice, the longing.

You traced your fingers up his chest, teasingly, before resting your hand on his crotch. You could feel his erection, hard and straining against his boxers, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of power.

"Fuck Y/N, you are not playing a fair game," Cillian gasped as you traced your fingers over his length, feeling him twitch beneath your touch.

"Why should I? You are the one denying me something I want so badly," you replied, keeping your voice low and seductive.

You could hear the struggle in Cillian's voice as he tried to resist your touch.

"Mara," he gasped, reminding you of your daughter sleeping soundly in her crib.

You glanced over at your baby, but saw that she was still fast asleep, her breathing deep and steady.

"She's asleep. You just have to be quiet," you told him. You wanted him, needed him, and you were determined to have him.

Slowly, you pulled down his boxers, exposing his erect cock to the cool air.

Cillian hissed at the contact, his hips jerking slightly as you wrapped your hand around his shaft.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his voice low and deep.

You smirked at him, your hand moving slowly up and down his length, feeling him grow harder and harder in your grasp.

"Sshh," you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear.

Cillian's breathing grew labored, his fingers tightening in the sheets as you continued to stroke him.

"I don't know if I can keep quiet," he admitted, his voice strained.

You chuckled softly in response, your hand continuing to move up and down his length.

"Well, you better find a way," you whispered, leaning in to brush a kiss against his lips.

Cillian groaned as you deepened the kiss, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair. You could feel his hips thrusting upwards, seeking more friction as you continued to stroke him.

Breaking the kiss, you trailed your lips down his chest, your tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

"I need you to cum down my throat so that we don't stain your parents' sheets," you whispered hoarsely, your hand still working its magic on his cock as you adjusted your position.

Cillian hissed at your words, his hips bucking upwards as you took him into your mouth.

You sucked him deep, your tongue swirling around his tip as you tasted his arousal.

"Yes, just like that," Cillian groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair as you took him deeper into your mouth.

You hollowed out your cheeks, creating a vacuum as you sucked him harder and faster.

"Fuck, Y/N," Cillian hissed, "I am close."

You moaned in response, your hand still working its magic on his base as you sucked him deeper.

Cillian couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, he came down your throat, his cum filling your mouth as you swallowed every last drop.

You released him with a pop, licking your lips clean as you looked up at him with a satisfied grin.

Cillian's chest was heaving as he looked down at you, a mixture of lust and admiration in his eyes.

"You are unbelievable," he said, his voice husky with pleasure.

You grinned up at him, feeling empowered by your ability to make him lose control like that. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," you teased, running your fingers along his thighs.

Cillian's hands were still gripping the sheets tightly, and you could see that he was still partially hard. "Do you want more?" you asked, raising an eyebrow seductively.

"No," he replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I want to return the favor when we get back home tomorrow," he told you, ensuring to place emphasis on those words.

"I am still bleeding Cillian," you told him as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

"I know," Cillian assured you before planting a kiss on your forehead. "But I've got an idea," he said, a mischievous look in his eye before pulling you closer into his arms.

The two of you lay there for a few moments, enjoying each other's warmth and comfort before the sound of a door opening caught your attention followed by two familiar voices, arguing with one another.

"I am so sick of this, Frank," your mother said, her voice strained. "You cannot keep behaving like this. It's not fair. She is still my daughter," she went on, her voice cracking as she tried to hold back tears.

"She might be your daughter but she is clearly out of line, whoring around with my brother, a 46-year old man," Frank retorted harshly, causing you to flinch at his cruel words.

"Enough," Cillian barked, his voice firm as he got out of bed abruptly before walking towards the door to address your mother and Frank who smelled of alcohol.

"Frank, I don't know what your problem is, but I am tired of this bullshit," Cillian said as his face twisted in anger, which is when Frank leashed out towards Cillian without warning, swinging his fist towards his jaw.

The yelling woke up Mara, causing her to start crying at the top of her lungs just as, suddenly, you heard a loud thud.

"Oh my god Frank, what did you do?" you then heard your mother shout as Mara's cries filled the house and you quickly picked her up before racing out of the room to see the damage that had been done.

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wazzappp · 4 months

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I have this. Extremely specific scenario. I like to pull off the daydream bookshelf quite a bit.

After Robbie kills Ivanov, everybody there still like. KNOWS WHERE HE LIVES. So I'm thinking some new motherfucker rises up and is like 'alright were gonna hit him where it hurts. protect future business ventures n' stuff' and sends someone to take Gabe as leverage. Lisa and Robbie have actually managed to TALK about things and once theyr'e on friendly terms again she is once again babysitting Gabe.

Anyway this mob guy shows up and attempts this kidnapping. Lisa manages to get the upperhand with a kitchen knife somehow and just. GOES HAM. LIKE. 'GETS ON TOP OF HIM AND STABS HIM TILL HES NOT MOVING ANYMORE AND THEN JUST A LITTLE EXTRA FOR GOOD MEASURE' GOES HAM. Naturally calls Robbie afterward because WHAT. This guy is clearly MOB AFFILIATED she has NO IDEA what will happen if she calls the police SO PLEASE JUST FUCKING GET HERE AND MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

It's a complete and total clusterfuck all around. For EVERYONE.

Lisa is IN THE MIDDLE OF A CRISIS OK. SHES EARNED A LITTLE FREAK OUT. SHE JUST FUCKING KILLED SOMEONE. Jesus christ why didn't she stop after he was down why did she keep fucking going god what does that say ABOUT HER. Does she feel the right amount of bad about this? She doesent really REGRET it she just wanted to keep Gabe and herself safe. But did she really need to go that far why did she take it that far and SHE WAS READY TO DO IT AGAIN IF SOMEONE ELSE BAD WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR is something wrong with her? please dont let there be something really wrong with her shes tried so hard to be good shes tried SO hard please please she is. spiraling. bad.

Gabe is having... a fucking time of it. This is the second time in two months that someone has been killed right fucking in front of him. At least the first one he was only semi conscious for but still. @moosemonstrous helped develop two GLORIOUSLY, BEAUTIFULLY angsty directions this could go. 1. 'WOW the world is dangerous I'm so lucky that I have people who can protect me. Those guys must have really deserved it.' (bonus points if him and Lisa are still not on the best of terms but this like. endears her to him. jesus christ I love your brain moose thats so cutely fucked up). OR 2. he can go the self blaming route of 'This is the second guy to die. And he died because people were protecting me. Is this?? My fault?? Is there something wrong with me? if people keep getting hurt because of me maybe it would be better if I just wasn't around.' (<- ROBBIE GET YOUR BROTHER NOW.)

And Robbie. Jesus christ. His brain is being pulled in SO MANY DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS BY THIS. Eli is elated, naturally, 'OHHHOHOHOHO ROBBIEEEEE I KNEW YOU HAD TO HAVE GOOD TASTE IN SOMETHING OTHER THAN CARS! See!!? I TOLD you killing is a perfectly natural part of being a person! Look at all those stab wounds she CLEARLY had a good time!' Robbies part of the brain is going 'HOLY FUCK' and IMMEDIATELY jumps to problem solving. He needs to get rid of the body first and formost at least that shouldnt be too hard oh god getting rid of bodies is something hes GOOD at what the fuck. HOW MANY?? OF IVANOVS MOB?? KNOWS WHERE HE LIVES??? Oh fuck does he have to go kill them ALL ?? (<- que Eli doing backflips out of absolute joy at that possibility) Also, brother. You cant tell me. that demons don't have weird social structures and expressions of affection. And Robbie is like. HALF DEMON. AT LEAST. So this shit for him is at least a little bit like when a cat brings you a dead animal (SHE IS SHOWING!! THE LITTLE ONE!! HOW TO HUNT!! SHE KILLED FOR HIM!! FOR US!!). IT IS. CONFUSING. FUCKING CONFUSING AS ALL HELL FOR HIM!!

Idk man this is just the particular brand of clusterfuck that is like my own personal brand of heroin to quote one sparkly boy.

#is this too niche? I think this might be too niche #idk man fuck it we ball #i need her sweaty. scared. holding a knife. and covered in blood.#i have the WORST taste and brother. i endulge it with absolute glee.#ghost rider #robbie reyes #lisa (ghost rider)#gabe reyes #eli morrow #my art #sketch #I hope yall enjoy. my bullshit

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daenanae · 5 months

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Kiseki comic

I read the fourth chapter last week and I got upset, but today I'm analyzing it (this is my coping mechanism).

I was supposed to buy the third chapter but well...ChenAi happened.

I knew something was off the moment Chen Yi was lecturing Ai Di because he beat a man who was GROPING HIM. Ah, the things Chen Yi said 🤦🏻‍♀️

He's still emotionally constipated, and I get it, I wasn't expecting him to change that quickly just as I wasn't expecting Ai Di to stop being insecure about Chen Yi's feelings towards him.

I do think Chen Yi said "you don't want to cause trouble for the boss, do you?" because he actually didn't want Ai Di to continue beating that man and get himself in trouble, not because he thought Ai Di shouldn't hit the person who groped him. Plus, I think Chen Yi really hates Ai Di managing the bar because that means he is always in contact with other people/customers.

Nonetheless, it hurt as hell when Ai Di started to cry because of Chen Yi's words. His "Chen Yi doesn't care about me at all, he only thinks about the boss"...damn, the last straw was Ai Di saying "at least treat me as a Xiōngdì!" He really needed Chen Yi to comfort him, to react as an average brother would react in this kind of situation 🥲

Chen Yi, my dude, what's wrong with you? why would you kiss a person who is clearly crying because of the bs you said? I get that you're not good at expressing yourself but you did deserve that punch!

AND YES, I squealed when this other guy told Ai Di that Chen Yi knocked that Tengu bastard out before he talked to Ai Di. THAT'S OUR CHEN YI

Also, Ai Di said "Chen Yi didn't do it for me but for the boss." MY BROTHER IN CHRIST, he's been beating people who make you get hurt even before he realized he likes you!!!

I know it might be funny that Ai Di is always acting like a tough guy, and complaining about his height. But this chapter made me realize that it is not funny at all, Ai Di literally has the necessity of being perceived as someone more than just a tiny guy who has a cute face. He has an actual complex about those things 🥹

Ai Di being drunk and telling Chen Yi -again- that only a fool would like him, and that nobody likes Chen Yi but him.

Ah, how I love my idiots in love.

I need some explanations.

But I don't think Chen Yi would fuck drunk Ai Di...right? If so, I don't think he would act normally the next morning as he did 🤔

á? Now my parents are in their divorce era?

Ai Di said in a serious way that he wants to break up with Chen Yi, but I still can't process it ;;

#chen yi x ai di #kiseki comic #kiseki: dear to me #my kiseki era is still alive #I would talk about BaiFan but they only make me cry

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sheetsonfire · 2 years

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Believe Me

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Characters: Severide!Sister, Kelly Severide, OC, Matt Casey, Squad 3, Chief Boden

Word Count: 5377

Warnings: injury mention, swearing, manipulative behaviour

Requested By Anon: Could you do a Kelly x SquadFF!Sister. Kelly’s new girlfriend doesn’t like his sister. Kelly doesn’t notice this and wants them to be friends. His sister try’s for Kelly but when he’s not around or not looking the girlfriend is a b****. When the sister mentions it to Kelly, he brushes her off basically saying she’s imagining things. One day Kelly is with his gf and he gets a call something has happened to the sister (minor emergency, nothing crazy unless that’s what you’re feeling) and when he tells his gf he’s gotta go she gets mad and basically gives him the “its me or her” speech and he breaks up with her on the spot.

I know it’s kinda long and specific but feel free to change anything you want! All I ask is that if you do write this, can you please make the reader (sister) very not dramatic. Like she tries not make a big deal out of it even though it bothers her. Also big fan of badass women… just saying. 😉

The past 24 hours had been one of the most taxing shifts in a good while, Squad had been called to back-to-back long, complicated, rescues which had left you feeling pretty zonked and somewhat deflated, in need of a recharge. However, other than a deeply satisfying and long sleep, you had personal matters that required your attention. One such matter was that you would be meeting Kelly, your big brother and Squad Lieutenant, for drinks at Molly’s. This wasn’t just a hang-out that you could call off, however, as tonight you’d be meeting his new girlfriend, Olivia.

You tried your best to be supportive of Kelly and his romantic endeavours, you knew that your brother had a heart of gold and always went in with the best intentions. Yet, you also knew he had emotional baggage that he was yet to face full on, and although you and he would talk about anything and everything, it was still down to him to make decisions for himself. So here you were, willing to give Olivia your most polite, undivided attention and see what she was all about, whether Kelly had made a good choice or not remained to be seen. He had seemed really happy of late, and who were you to put a question mark over that?

Arriving at Molly’s your bladder instantly decided that before drinks it would need a visit to the bathroom, so giving your brother a quick wave and Herrmann a salute you headed straight to the restroom. You noted on your walk through that Kelly was alone at the bar, you just figured Olivia hadn’t arrived yet and thought nothing of it. In your brief cloud of thoughts, you didn’t notice someone exiting the bathroom, walking straight into them and snapping yourself out of your musing.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I was totally somewhere else! My bad…” You spoke quickly, apologising profusely as a small embarrassed expression came across your face, smiling to diffuse the annoyance the stranger might feel.

However, the stranger scoffs, shoving past you as she comments, “For christ’s, just pay attention! What’s wrong with you, are you stupid, bitch?”

Leaving you standing there dumbfounded as it was clearly an accident and you had apologised, there was no need for that kind of venom. Before you can even respond the door to the main bar area swings shut and the stranger is back out into the foray.

You head to the bathroom for the pee you’d gone for, feeling irritated that you hadn’t had the chance to call that woman out on her nastiness. You were used to stressed out and sometimes volatile people whilst working on Squad, but experiencing that kind of behaviour in a bar really got under your skin.

Washing up and making sure you were presentable for Olivia and Kelly, you head back out into the main area of Molly’s, laughing quietly as Herrmann gives you an encouraging thumbs up on your way back to where Kelly was sitting, now with a woman with long, straight, almost midnight black hair…

You recognised that hair. You had just seen it swishing past you outside the bathrooms.

“Of course, it would be wouldn’t it.” You exhale in irritation, muttering to yourself as you take the last steps toward Kelly and his companion. Plastering the best smile on your face.

“Kelly.” You wrap a friendly arm around your brother’s shoulder, waiting for him to introduce his new demonic girlfriend.

“Hey! I’m so glad you’re here. Y/N this is Olivia, Olivia this is Y/N.” The lieutenant gestures to the woman beside him, and it’s like looking at a completely different person from minutes ago. Her eyes are softer, less hardened, and a sickly sweet smile greets you - it’s almost shy. She even reaches in to give you a half-hug complete with a pat on the shoulder. You want to laugh in her face, but you don’t show any other emotion other than polite joviality and return the gesture.

“It’s SO amazing to finally meet you, Y/N. Kelly has told me so much about his amazing little sister.” Your eyes do light up a little, not because of Olivia but because Kelly had been talking about you - he had always been so supportive and encouraging of you, he was the reason you fought so hard to get a place on Squad 3 with him. Working with your brother was the dream, and he had let you cut no corners. You were sure that you’d had one of the more gruelling application processes for Squad.

“The same for you, Olivia. It’s really nice to meet you.” You smile as best you can, slotting yourself next to Kelly at the table they’d moved to.

The night was going somewhat successfully, trading work stories, interests and future hopes for trips, experiences and so on, you could feel your irritation from before thawing out… That was until Kelly decided he needed to pee. Something you couldn’t be mad at him for, but desperately wanted to given what happened as a result.

Kelly had left you and Olivia to make small talk, and you had decided that perhaps you had caught her in a bad spot outside the bathroom earlier, choosing to hope that the person you’d been talking to all night was genuinely the kind and the interested person she seemed to be.

“I’ve really enjoyed this tonight, Olivia. It’s so good to see Kelly happy and excited about things other than work.” You smile, sipping at your drink, waiting for some kind of response.

Olivia simply stares at you, an arrogant smirk on her face, she raises an eyebrow.

“You think this is for you? To enjoy tonight? I’m here because your brother wanted me to be, don’t get it twisted. We’re not going to become best friends or fun sisters-in-law or whatever. Kelly’s got a right to have a life away from his little sister hanging off of him at every moment, don’t you think?”

The words cut into you and you feel your body turn cold, she’s still got a smile on her face for anybody that might look over to the table and see whether Kelly’s sister and his new girlfriend are getting along. You feel the rage bubbling up in your chest, jaw clenched, you really didn’t understand what this woman’s problem was.

“I didn’t… I’m sorry, what have I done to offend you? What happened earlier was an accident, and I know Kelly has his own life, I would never-” The sound of her grating laughter cuts through the air, and you have no idea what’s going on until you feel Kelly return beside you.

“Kel, Y/N was just telling me stories from when you were kids.” She grins, giving him the doe eyes as you sit dumbfounded.

“Is that so, huh? Nothing too embarrassing, I hope.” Kelly turns to you, and you realise you’re frozen in incredulity. Seconds pass by, and your brain kicks back in, shoving out your best half-hearted laugh and smile. “Nothing too embarrassing, just the highlights” You jest, but really you just want to throw the rest of your drink in Olivia’s face. Your enthusiasm doesn’t quite land, Kelly gives you a weird look, but he figures you’re tired just like he is from the previous shift.

“Sorry, it's my turn to pee.” You mumble, as you get up and make a beeline for the bathroom, your emotions surging through your body, ready to spill out in either tears or a temper.

You shove your way into the restroom, immediately turning on the cold tap to splash some water onto your face, blinking back the angry drops that push their way past your eyelashes. Fist clenched against the counter by the sinks. Breathing hard as you try to corral your anger. Being too much of a nuisance, interference or burden on Kelly has long since been your no.1 fear, and you have always tried to let him lead an independent life without relying on him too much as a younger sibling. You thought you’d been doing a good job, in fact, you were certain that you and your big brother had a wonderful dynamic, and yet Olivia’s words had rattled your cage so thoroughly.

The minutes pass and you’re finding it hard to get yourself back out there, messaging Sylvie to ask if she could make up some sort of excuse about your shared apartment with her, something that would require you to go back and help sort it out.

Just as you think you’ve rallied yourself back together the bathroom door opens, and the last person you want to stand there is watching you with cold eyes.

“You’re not sulking in here, are you? I was just giving you some adult advice.” Olivia snips, and you want nothing more than to strike your hand across her face.

You were in your mid-20s, and you had one of the most serious and taxing jobs around, you knew what it meant to be an adult and you were already sick of this witch making you feel small. If Kelly could hear her now…

“I’m all good thanks, not looking for any extra unsolicited advice.” You bite, this time side-stepping around her to leave the bathroom.

“You’re not running off are you?” She calls out, just as you reach the door back towards the main area again.

You take long, quick, strides towards Kelly who’s now got Matt for company. You greet the Captain briefly before giving your excuse to leave to Kelly.

“Hey, Matt… Listen Kel’, I’m so sorry but I gotta dash. Sylvie called and said the showerhead won’t stop running, it’s making a weird sound. I gotta go help her and get hold of the landlord. I’m so sorry for rushing off.”

Even to your ears, the excuse sounds weak, but Kelly doesn’t show any signs of disbelief,

“Oh, no sweat. You do what you need to, we can do this again soon, yeah?” Kelly smiles, squeezing your arm.

“Of course, see you tomorrow. And nice to meet you, Olivia. Bye Matt.” You hurry your goodbyes, only glancing at Olivia who gets to the table as you start to depart, seeking the fresh air and distance from that situation as quickly as possible. Not noticing the curious look Matt gives you as you leave, grateful that he hadn’t offered to go help Sylvie, seeing as fixing things was his forte.

When you get home to Sylvie she’s waiting with some drinks of her own and some snacks, music and a listening ear. You had tried to not let it get to you so much, but in the safety of privacy with one of your dearest friends you felt the angry tears fall.

“She is so condescending, Sylvie. Jesus Christ… I don’t even know her and yet she’s got under my skin. I have always tried to let Kelly be Kelly and not interfere. And-”

“And what’s changed?” Sylvie queries, eyebrows raised in that big sister, no-bullshit, way.

“What? Nothing’s changed…”

“Exactly, Y/N. You haven’t changed, you haven’t done anything wrong. You and Kelly are a sibling fortress, and this woman needs to back the hell up if she thinks she can come between you.”

You’re stunned into silence for a moment, this was something you already knew but had let your mind run away from in an evening. You hadn’t done anything wrong, you were there for Kelly always and you hadn’t let your misgivings from tonight get in his way. You had done everything you could to keep the peace for your brother’s sake.

Your eyes filled with “Oh shit” meet Sylvie’s “Uh-huh, I’m right” expression.

“What do I do, Sylv? I can’t just let her walk all over me, but I don’t want to make a fuss in front of Kelly.”

Sylvie links her arm with yours, “Y/N, listen to me very carefully. If Kelly found out you had let this all happen and kept going, well how do you think he’d feel, hm? What are the chances of him ditching you for a woman he’s known for a minute compared to your lifetime?”

“Slim.” You murmur. Yet, something about the happy glint in Kelly’s eye told you it may not be as straightforward as telling him and then it all being over. A part of you was still hesitant to shatter the illusion that his new girl was as sweet as pie.

“Slim to not happening at all, there's no way.” Sylvie corrected.

“So I tell him?” You ask, needing confirmation that you weren’t crazy and that you had every right to go to your big brother about this.

“You tell him, you let him know exactly how it all happened, he’s not stupid and he is generally good at seeing people for who they are.”

You nod, resting your head on Sylvie’s shoulder. “You’re the best, Brett.”

“Only because I am friends with the best kind of person, Severide. Now, what are we getting drunk with, and are we ordering takeout?” You laugh at that, in total agreement with the new plan, squeezing her in a hug as you pick up the remote to find something for you and her to enjoy whilst forgetting about bitchy people snooping around in your life.

The next shift with Kelly is a challenge, to say the least. Rather unexpectedly your brother is particularly hard on you, through maintenance, through drills and, rather frustratingly, on calls. For some reason, you couldn’t do anything right in your brother’s eyes and it was starting to piss you off. Things you did that would have been perfectly acceptable or up to standard for him were suddenly done too quickly, or not taken seriously enough on your behalf; it meant that, despite your best efforts to appreciate that you would be treated like any other firefighter, you were starting to get short with your Lieutenant. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by your crewmates either, with Joe, Capp and Tony all giving each other a look as if to say “What the hell is happening?”

The most recent call had been the last straw, on the return journey you had sat next to Joe in the back simmering with rage. Kelly had undermined you and called you out on something in front of the entire scene of responders, for something you were sure had been the appropriate course of action during the call. Kelly’s tirade had been such that even the Chief had to tell him ‘Enough’ and sent 81 and 51 back to the firehouse, making Squad 3 clean up alone. You hadn’t answered back, or protested, accepting your Lieutenant’s words as something to take on board, yet inside it felt like a fire was ripping through you.

You had swept and hauled debris in silence, opting to work next to Capp and away from your brother who was discussing something with Joe. You couldn’t even look at him as you passed him to get into the truck, you were close to ripping into him personally and unprofessionally - even though you considered his behaviour to not have been appropriate.

By the time you’d got back you were nothing short of having a breakdown, yet you held your head high and chose to simply pack away your gear ready for the next call, electing to find Matt Casey as soon as possible.

Making a beeline to the Captain’s office you knocked, barely waiting for the “Come in” before opening Casey’s door and pushing it firmly shut behind you. Sinking down onto the floor between the wall and his bed.

“What’s up, kiddo?”

“If you don’t help me figure out how to keep my cool, I am going to strangle my Lieutenant, your best friend.” You muffle a yell into your palms, looking up at Matt with imploring eyes.

“So he’s not your big brother anymore, just my best friend?” Casey’s face carries a hint of a smile, but he senses you’re not in the teasing mood.

“Case, you heard him out there today, he’s been up my ass all day. Did that bitch break up with him or something, because I-”

“Woah, hold up. You don’t know?” Matt’s eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Know what?” You’re focused on Matt now, your heart hammering in anticipation of what you didn’t know.

“Olivia told him that you tried to start a fight, and called her some pretty uh, nasty things. He came to me asking if you’d said anything, and I said I hadn’t seen you since Molly’s the other night. I figured this whole mess from today was the fallout of that…”

You stared at Casey with what felt like your entire stomach about to fall out of your ass.

“She, what?” You murmured, your head was pounding and your mouth had gone dry.

He rose from his chair, coming to sit on the floor with you, a hand on your shin in reassurance. “I know, I told him I didn’t think it sounded like you, but he was pretty mad, Y/N. I couldn’t calm him down all that much.”

Your face fell into the palm of your hand, you were so full of adrenaline you didn’t know what would happen to it next.

“That bitch. That honest-to-god bitch… All I did was accidentally walk into her at Molly’s, Matt. That’s it! I apologised and she in return told me how useless I was, then accused me of leeching off my brother, then she tried to make me feel like a fucking child… All the while I’m doing my best to keep the peace and not upset Kelly. I’m gonna… hoo, boy, I am gonna lose my goddamn mind.” You exhaled sharply, suddenly springing to your feet which caused Matt to scramble back and do the same, not sure where this was all going.

“Y/N, don’t do anything you can’t take back…” Casey warned, eyeing you with concern.

You can’t speak, shaking your head, patting his arm as you leave his office without another word.

Matt cautiously follows in your quick footsteps, watching as you head towards Squad 3’s table. He swallows, scratching the back of his head, waiting for the implosion.

You come to stand by Kelly’s feet, he doesn’t look up from his newspaper as you stand patiently. “Lieutenant? You got a second?”

“Can this wait?” He replies, not even looking up at you. You bite your lip, willing your anger and upset to go away. You didn’t want to do this in front of the firehouse.

“Unfortunately not, sir. It’s an urgent matter.” You bite your tongue, keeping it amicable, waiting for your brother’s response.

“Alright, my office.” He replies emotionlessly, getting up from his armchair as he wordlessly heads back in the direction you’d come from.

Matt eyes you sympathetically, and you smile weakly, steeling yourself for the conversation you were about to have. Joe, Capp and Tony eye the captain, looking for extra gossip. Matt shakes his head, “Back to work, or…whatever it is you guys do out here.” ignoring their noises of disappointment as he heads after you and your brother, wanting to be some kind of mediator if it got too heated.

Kelly stands by the entrance to his office, waiting for you to get inside the space before closing the door and shutting the blinds. Next door you hear Casey's door shut, and you know he's on standby if anything gets out of hand.

You stand in front of your big brother with arms folded, a defiant expression on your face. You weren’t going to take any of this bullshit, and you weren’t going to let Kelly have the wool pulled over his eyes.

Kelly’s jaw is clenched, he speaks in a deadly serious tone.

“Explain yourself.”

You swallow a scoff, shaking your head as you look at him. “Explain myself? You really think I am nasty enough to make your new girlfriend feel unwelcome? To get physical with her? To jeopardise your contentment for my own selfishness?” You stare him out, daring him to actually say yes to any of those. You can see the faltering in his eyes, he knew you, he knew how kind you were, how strong and loving you were. Yet, Olivia had put on a good show and for some reason, he couldn’t see past it.

“She was crying that night after Molly’s, Y/N. She was really upset at the way you treated her,”

You shake your head in disbelief, eyes closing for a second, searching for composure.

“I accidentally bumped into her on the way to the bathroom, Kel. When I arrived that night, you remember? That’s all that happened, I bumped into her and she called me a “stupid bitch”, and then for the rest of the night proceeded to accuse me of selfishly taking up your time, of being needy, of being a child.”

There’s silence between you, Kelly shifts awkwardly on his feet, he knows when you’re lying and he can’t see a hint of it in front of him. Still, he can’t understand why Olivia would have been in hysterical tears over nothing. You can see the wavering in his decision, you can see that he’s not going to fully commit to seeing your side of the story and your heart sinks.

“Kelly, I don’t want you to say another word without you really considering what comes out of your mouth next. Just know that if we lose this great family between us because of something she made up… I can’t take that, Kel. You’re my no.1, the one I trust…I thought I was the same to you.”

Your brother’s eyes are full of emotion, and you swallow, you just want to break down and beg him to believe you. You wanted to be strong though, to be believed because it was the truth and not because you’d made a fuss. And just like that, the cruel hand of fate sounds the alarm, and the voice asks that all units from the firehouse attend. You don’t say another word to your brother as you both leave in a hurry to get to the truck.

Sitting in the truck waiting to arrive on the scene gives you enough time to get your head together, as always you had a job to do and there was no room for the racing thoughts in your mind.

Pulling up outside a three-story home a blaze taking hold comes into view on the west side, you pile out of Squad 3 and head towards Chief Boden, masking up as you go, checking each other’s SCBAs as you listen to who is going where.

Your Squad is sent to the upper floor and you’re behind Kelly as you march up the stairs, announcing yourselves as you go, looking for any potential victims. Room by room you search, under beds and in closets, the neighbour next door had told you as you were going in that a large family lived there, with two parents and 5 kids. She wasn’t sure if they were home or not, but she knew that sometimes the kids would stay home alone if the parents had to work.

At the same time outside was the eldest child talking to the Chief, they had been found in the basement, crying hysterically as they explained that their 6-year-old brother and 10-year-old sister were still in the house. They had been playing hide and seek.

As you shut one door and go to open another, you hear what you think is a wail coming from above your head. You look up to see the hatch is partially open,

“Squad 3, come in.” Your radio comes to life.

“Copy you, Chief.” You answer Boden, still eyeing the gap in the hatch.

“There's a 6-year-old and a 10-year-old still in there somewhere, you have five minutes, Severide.”

“I think I see one or both of ‘em chief, the attic hatch is partially open, I think I’ve got movement.”

“I’m sending you Truck 81 on the East side to assist, can you get to that window?”

“Copy, Chief, I’ll get us to the East window.” You let go of your radio, picking up your halligan as you jump to reach the handle to the pull-out steps. Calling out.

“Fire department! I’m coming up!”

Over the radio you can hear that Capp and Tony were coming back out to assist below, whereas Kelly was relaying the fact that he’d found the older kid in a bedroom, he was bringing them out too. So that left you with just the six-year-old.

With a quick climb, you were able to shine your helmet into the smoky confined space, revealing a terrified-looking boy coughing and crying, huddled in on himself by the hatch.

“Hey, buddy. My name’s Y/N, I’m here to help you, alright? You’re just gonna hold on to me, and then we’re gonna climb back down. Easy peasy, huh?”

The boy whimpers, shying away as the fire roars down below.

“Listen, sweetheart. I know it sounds scary, but it’ll be scarier if you stay up here, alright? We’ve just gotta get to a window upstairs, and my friends are gonna have a fancy ladder waiting for us, they’re gonna help us too, okay?”

You lean further in, painfully aware of the groaning of the house’s structure beneath you, you beckon the child with your hand-clad gloves.

“Come on, kiddo. You got this, I won’t let you go, and we’ll be okay.”

The boy wails again but this time shimmies forward,

“Okay, that’s it, you’re doing great, sweetheart. Just wrap yourself as tightly as you can around my neck, and then I’m gonna climb down with you, yeah?”

He nods frantically, instantly getting a death grip around your neck, it makes you almost want to laugh. “That’s a good job, okay we’re going down now, just stay close to me and don’t look.”

With careful steps you push your body out to allow for the boy’s frame, steadily moving down until you feel the solid floor beneath your boots. Though solid, with each additional bit of your weight you can hear it protesting, prompting you to move a little bit quicker to the rendezvous, the staircase now engulfed in flames.

“Chief, I have the kid, we’re coming to the East window now.”

You move quickly, arriving at the window where you can see that Casey had broken the glass to get you and the kid out. You hand off your precious bundle to Matt, waiting for them to descend enough so as not to add too much weight to the top of the aerial.

Behind you you can hear the fire spewing and latching onto the upper floor, grabbing at the doorframe to the room you’re in. You watch in anticipation as the glow grows stronger behind the door you’d shut. Glancing out of the window you can see that Casey is nearly at the bottom to Mouch, so you start to turn yourself around and climb out onto the aerial too, as you do so you hear the telling sound of the impending flashover, trying to correct your feet fast enough to beat the powerful force of the heat and flames blowing out the windows, but it’s too late.

With a bang the force of the flames pushes you from the ladder, you try and reach out for one of the rungs as you fall but your gloves slip from the speed and force of your falling body, and your helmet collides with the side of the aerial, your mind going blank as you fall helplessly onto the grass below, ignorant of the calls of your name and the sounds of rushing footsteps as you lose consciousness.

The next thing you hear is an annoying beep, at first you think it’s your PASS alarm but it’s not that annoying. You groan, your head clouded in fog with your body feeling heavy, sore.

There’s a movement by your side, and you decide to blink open weary eyes to find out what it is. Your eyes meet your big brother’s worried ones, and you smile weakly, still feeling weird from the sedation you’d been under. You were very much aware of the fact you had ended up at Med. Again.

“Mnh, hey.” You murmur. You realise now the weight on your other side was your arm in a sling, your knee was strapped up pretty good and you were sure you could feel stitches on your neck going down into your shoulder.

“Hey, kiddo,” Kelly murmurs, stroking your hair, mindful of the stitches just under your hairline.

“Guess I should have taken the aerial rather than just the air, huh?” You quip, a dopey smile from your own joke.

Kelly half-smiles, still looking so morose and only partially relieved. “I would have preferred that yeah. Instead of being scared that my sister had just broken everything in her body. You got so lucky, Y/N.”

“Feels it, I expected worse…” You sigh. “I’m sorry, Kel.”

Your brother shakes his head, “No, no more apologising from you. You’ve done nothing wrong, and all I’ve done is be an asshole to you.”

His lip quivers, grasping at your hand gently as he feels the tears fall silently.

“Hey, I’m here. Why are you crying?” You rub your thumb across his knuckles, worried at what had him so upset.

“Because you’ve done nothing but support me, and I let practically a stranger almost ruin all of that, take my sister away and have her maybe never know how much I love her.”

Your eyes well up now, all that restrained emotion coming to the surface, and your lip trembles too. Relieved that he had seemingly come to his senses in believing you.

“Kel, it’s alright, you’re here and-”

Kelly’s phone rings. He ignores it and you nudge him. “Hey, answer, it could be work or something. I can’t exactly run away.” You grin, he shakes his head with a sad smile.

As his eyes clock the name on the ID, his face darkens and you frown, you think you can guess who’s on the other end.

He answers, putting the phone on speaker. “Severide.” Voice clipped, in no mood for politeness.

“Kel, are you on your way, the reservation’s at 8pm, you know how many strings I had to pull to get us a spot?” Olivia thinks she’s good at putting on an innocent enquiring tone, but all Kelly can hear now is the controlling and demanding woman that was in front of him all along.

“I’m not on my way, I’m at the hospital with Y/N, she had an accident at work today. I’m gonna be with her overnight and then I’ll be taking her home tomorrow as well.”

There’s silence on the line, you can feel Olivia’s irritation through the phone and it makes you roll your eyes. Kelly’s jaw is set tight.

“Kel, really? She can’t be in the hospital for one fucking night on her own? This restaurant doesn’t take kindly to cancellations, not when I called in favours. You have to stop babying-”

Your eyebrows go up at the unmasking of her feelings, and you watch in pure satisfaction as Kelly cuts her off.

“Olivia, I’m going to say this once. We’re done. Take your restaurant and shove it, we won’t be seeing each other again. Lose my number.” With that, Kelly disconnects the call, flicking around in the phone app to block the number. Letting out the biggest of sighs as he looks at you, you try not to smile because you still understand it’s hard to lose what you thought was a good connection, but at the same time, you’re elated that you have your brother alert and seeing that you’d never get in the way of what he wanted.

“Remind me to never lose my mind and believe some witch over my own sister again.”

“Oh don’t you worry, Kel, we’re not doing this again, if there’s a next time the gloves come off and I kick either your or your new lover’s ass.”

Fin.

#kelly severide x reader #severide!sibling #severide!sister #one chicago #chicago fire

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apatheticlexicographer · 2 years

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(warning for Long Post because I have no self control and really need to go to bed)

So @will80sbyers has been posting interesting tidbits from the s3 scripts (i shamelessly stole these ss from u i’m so sorry no i’m not) and I’ve never actually read through them before and???

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

YOU’RE TELLING ME THE SCENE WHERE MIKE DOESN’T RECIPROCATE HIS GIRLFRIEND’S KISS OR CONFESSION. THE SCENE WHERE MIKE IS PHYSICALLY FRAMED IN THE SHOT AS INSIDE OF A FUCKING CLOSET. IS WRITTEN FROM HIS POV??? AND THAT THEY FIND IT NECESSARY TO TRANSCRIBE HIS THOUGHTS, VERBATIM, AS “WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME”????!?!?

my brother in christ that boy is a homosexual

Also, since this scene is clearly from his perspective, that means the “getting awkward” and “so awkward” descriptors are representative of his feelings. This is the last conversation he has with his girlfriend he supposedly loves before she moves an incredibly long way away and how does he feel about it??? Sad??? Heartbroken, even??? Does he desperately cling to her to make the moment last longer??? No, he just feels fucking awkward.

And when she goes in to kiss him, he “seems confused”. Firstly, according to his S4 confession he was fully aware of how he felt about her, and was scared about how much harder losing her would be if he acknowledged it. He’s about to lose her here, at least in the sense of physical distance. Surely this is when he should be scared, then, not confused??? What is he even confused about??? Not his supposed love for her. The fact that she loves him back??? The fact that she’s willing to take him back after he’s been such a dick to her all season??? If either of those are the case, surely his immediate reaction would be relief, and to kiss her back after a second, not confusion so overwhelming that he stands there in a blank stupor after she leaves the room.

Secondly, he “seems” confused. That’s probably the only line out of the whole confession that doesn’t seem to be coming directly from Mike’s head, but rather from an outsider perspective. Does that mean it’s an incorrect interpretation??? The only possible pro-M!leven angle I could see that from would be if they were trying to obscure his fear of losing her for some reason, to make it a more dramatic “reveal” in S4, but that’s so incredibly cheap and stupid and from what I’ve seen they don’t make their twists intentionally impossible to spot for quick shock value. Stranger Things has actually been very good about setting up foreshadowing of somewhat-hidden character arcs (see: William Byers lmao).

The “say it”, as well. Presumably, it’s referring to an “I love you.” It’s fun to think about the possibility of “it” being something else, like a breakup *coughs*, but I don’t think that’s what’s intended. That means that we can pinpoint this scene right here as the beginning of Mike’s “actively avoiding saying he loves El” streak. He thinks about it, tells himself to say it, but it’s not clear what it is that’s blocking him. He’s angry at himself for not saying it, and disbelieving, and the script makes sure to write those words down on the page, but there’s nothing about that alleged fear.

Also very interesting that it just says “they kiss”. No indication of the fact that it’s actually just her kissing him, or the fact that he doesn’t even close his eyes. I’m assuming that body language is a extension of his confusion??? The script makes the kiss seem mutual, but in the show itself he barely even registers that she’s kissing him. That’s an incredibly extreme expression of confusion IMO. Perhaps his seeming confusion isn’t a lie, but it’s not the whole truth of what he’s feeling.

Maybe he is scared, but not about losing her.

“What the hell just happened here,” Mike??? You realized you’re fucking gay.

#i'm losing my shit if you can't tell #byler #anti m!leven #gay mike wheeler #mike wheeler is gay #that 'what the hell just happened here' isn't actually mike's POV btw #it's the thought's running through the head of the viewer once they realise the full subtext of what they just witnessed #byler proof #byler analysis #if u can call it that lmao #byler deranged shrieking in ur walls #stranger things meta #i've reached the level of delusion where i can wring more than uuhhhh #650 words out of 1 page of script #pray for me 🙏🙏🙏

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Dollar Bin #10:

Bob Dylan at Budokan

My famous brother went out on one of his classic limbs this past week and told his approximately 64 million followers that it was time to get excited about Dylan's latest Archive reclamation project.

The Archives series has already saved Self Portrait and saved the Saved era; now Dylan and my brother want to convince us that Dylan at Budokan, Bob's cheese favored concert album from 78 is a misunderstood classic.

Without having listened to the entirety of this Dollar Bin mainstay in a few decades I'm going out on a much narrower limb than my brother right now and saying he's wrong. Wrong! I first picked this record up at my local library in about 90, back when you could still check vinyl records out of libraries. It sucked then, and I say it still sucks now.

Problem is, my famous brother is famous in part because he's never wrong about stuff like this. I told him Saved was unsaveable a few years back and he patted me on the head, chuckling. Then Dylan put out Trouble No More and proved my brother right. I also told him in about 1983 that I would always be taller and more handsome than him. And look what the hell happened.

Point is, my brother knows what he's talking about. He's famous for a reason. And yet! Lately he's been telling me I should listen to Manassas records, claiming that Stephen Stills' other 70's "supergroup" doesn't suck. Well, that sounds like a load of horse crap. Stephen Stills sucks, bro, and so does Dylan at Budokan.

So let's drop the needle and take a listen. I'll write this entry in real time, beer in hand. May the best brother win.

Side 1

Mr. Tambourine Man opens the album. Every time I try to listen to this record I start here, obviously. I can already see why I don't get much further. The song's arrangement is incredibly complex, and everyone is clearly talented. The opening guitar riff is lovely and returns toward the end to ramble and shine. But why does the flute never, ever stop? If I wanted someone on stage with a magic flute, I'd ask for it, Bob. I'm not asking for a magic flute, Bob. Ever.

Next we've got Shelter from the Storm performed by a strident Greek dramatic chorus. Sounds pretty good, I guess. The song makes sense for ancient masked tragedy. It describes a world of steel eyed death and men fighting to stay warm; they sell the guy's clothes; doom alone counts. But in-between verses tragedy falls away and Steve Douglas, the man formerly fingering his endless flute, is staggering around like the guy in a fat suit in a Satyr play, his sax beating everyone on the head like it's a giant pigskin phallus. His name, of course, is Steve; he and Stills outta go and compare their mammoth ding dongs in private: we don't want to see them.

Love Minus Zero follows. Dylan is suddenly fronting Van the Man's Caledonia Soul Orchestra, one of the best live bands of all time, but Bob has them juggling pineapples and riding unicycles. Rob Stoner, who possesses the best name for a bass player in the history of white people, ignores them all, rocking out underneath. The track is better than I remember, but everyone is still playing hopscotch gleefully during one of my favorite songs of all time, so the album still sucks - so far.

At this point, my famous brother is beginning to tremble with fright because he knows what comes next. Ballad of a Thin Man gives Steve "Must Be Related To Stills" Douglas another chance to slather his sax sized wienerschnitzel with all kinds of mustard and wave it in everyone's face. That thing was meant for procreation, Steve, not for playing with in front of the poor Japanese audience. Jesus Christ, the album is even worse than I remember.

And now it gets even more terrible! It Ain't Me Babe has a rumbling your way to the crapper vibe; something Bob ate is not sitting right inside him and the stage swirls while his drummer's bass drum drops a smoking load all over the floor.

Okay, bro, sure, the guitar solo mid-song is kinda awesome; but by that point everyone in my house, hell, everyone on my block, has their heads in their hands and is begging for it to stop. Bob's satin jumpsuit needs to be thrown away; no detergent will ever get these stains out. But even so he wants us to know it's alright, it's alright, it's alright!

Time to flip the record, and get another beer. We've got a long way to go.

Side two opens with Maggie's Farm. Never my favorite song, frankly. The wild thing about this album is how intricate the arrangements continue to be. Do I like this James-Belushi-running-up-a-series-of-down-escalators-at-full-speed take on the song? No. But everyone in the band charges on earnestly, working through reams of intricate lead sheets; even the drumming is perfectly notated so as to induce maximum seasickness.

Now One More Cup of Coffee is a song I always enjoy. It's creepy and seductive, a prequel to Senior, which Dylan must have been working on at this point. But this take replaces the sinister, elusive vibe of every other version with misplaced, chest-pounding bravado. What's Dylan need another cup of coffee for if the valley below is a place where everyone will gather and cheer while he does clap-as-you-rise push-ups? It sounds like Dylan is surrounded by Bukokan's finest break dancers. My brother stands to one side, cowering in shame.

However, Like A Rolling Stone is actually good here. This take lays the sonic foundation for much of Street Legal, the well-above-average album of new songs Dylan recorded with this band in the middle of this tour. Here, Douglas channels All Things Must Pass rather than Elvis's laced up leather pants. Sure, he flashes his midsection monster yet again at the end to interrupt a pretty solid guitar solo, but we're thinking about Dylan's great phrasing of the timeless lyrics, not Steve's Johnson.

The verse work on I Shall Be Released gives my brother's cause for further hope, but the chorus turns the song into This Little Light of Mine complete with hand gestures. The song is about dreaming of freedom, Bob. It should not sound like an upbeat prison torture soundtrack.

Speaking of Street Legal, Is Your Love in Vain is as great on this album as you'd expect, maybe better than the studio version at moments, especially when the mandolin elbows in. The song comes from a particular genre in the Bobosphere: the "Bob Shares Insights into Why He Never Stays Married" genre. The songs are often pretty good in this genre; but the lyrics are by turns offensive, hilarious and (hopefully) ironic. What Was It You Wanted? is a fun member of the club; Something's Burning Baby, is a particularly terrible entry, not because it features tender husband bon mots like, "Something is the matter baby, there's smoke in your hair," but because it's unlistenable. Bob, buy a clue: if your ladyfriend is on fire, don't write a song about it. Rather, go get a hose.

Just in case Bob's not sure, let's tell it to him straight, right here and now: no one wants to be asked if they can cook and sew and make flowers grow for you, Bob. Therefore, no one wants to understand your pain. But we still like your song!

Okay, we are almost 1/2 way through this record and the score is me 4000, my brother 2. But Going, Going, Gone sounds alright! We've got a pretty full rewrite going on, and the guitar noodles along nicely. I'd love to hear Bob Uecker sing this version of the chorus as a ball leaves the yard.

But then mid-track something wicked and gross this way comes. In what I guess we'll call the bridge, the band veers off Gordon Lightfoot's Carefree Highway and is suddenly going, going, gone into the River Acheron (you know, the one that welcomes all souls to hell). Moments later, the band regains form, and we are no longer trembling alongside Dante. But then the whole reckless thing restarts and I'd rather get in Charon's boat and compliment his flaming wheel eyes than listen a moment longer.

It's time for side three!

Finally we hear Alan Pasqua front and center on Blowing in the Wind; here he tinkles mysteriously along, going somewhere exciting. His intricate, conversational and utterly original playing on Murder on Most Foul led me down a lovely internet rabbit hole a few years back. Somewhere on the net (look yourself, you lazy reader, and bring me another beer while you are at it. I'm busy surviving this experience.) there's a huge and exciting interview with Pasqua all about this tour and his occasional work with Dylan during the past 45 years. Someone, somewhere in all that reading compared Murder Most Foul to A Love Supreme. The comparison is ridiculous, yes, but it's also interesting. All kidding aside, Dylan has made some of the last century's weirdest and best art. Just not here.

Anyway, this arrangement of Blowing gets increasingly intolerable as the rest of the band comes in; I'd be far more excited to have Dylan work the whole song through alone with Pasqua.

Just Like a Woman sounds nice here; it's another entry in the "I recommend you divorce me" Bobfiles, but if he wanted to play this at my $1000 Wedding I'd be fine with it. Dylan busts out his harpoon for some classic warbling at the end, setting the stage for the best harmonica playing of his whole career three or four years later on Every Grain of Sand. Blow Bob, blow! Your catching my brother up!

But uh oh, broheim, Oh Sister is moody and unrecognizable. Where is this going? This song has always been one of Bob's most terror inducing. Is he singing about lying in the arms of his actual sister? Is Oedipus joining them afterwards for light drinks and conversation? By the time Steve Douglas fingers his giant, one eyed, Achaean blood sausage yet again everything sounds like the fourth, thankfully edited out, hour of Boogie Nights. During the final instrumental section things are actually pretty exciting, but I'm glad Bob didn't introduce this one the way he introduces the next ("Here's a simple love story, happened to me...") because if this song and this version are non-fiction there are three headed people in Minnesota descended from Dylan's coupling with some poor sibling. Yikes. Next track, please.

Simple Twist of Fate is good! I'd prefer it if Dylan's hotel wasn't "renovated" and I'd be fine without the bridge, but David Mansfield's violin soars nicely towards the end, swimming in a lovely current with Billy Cross's lead guitar and Pasqua's surging organ. Score another one for the famous brother.

What can I say about All Along the Watchtower? Stoner's bass is bigger here than his bong. Mansfield's violin is awesome; the background vocals are great. Does this compete with Jimi Hendricks, or the Dylan and the Band version from 74, or the original? Hell no. But this is probably my favorite track so far: Dylan gives one of Dylan's most cinematic songs a great reboot.

Wow. I Want You! Maybe my brother is famous for a good reason after all. This take is soulful, unrecognizable and tender. It nearly wins my brother the whole bet. One of his big claims is that Bob really sings on this record, rather than the shouting he'd done on the previous tours. I concede that point, at least for the moment.

I'm at the bridge now (Remember? All this is being written while I sit here suffering! But this song is amazing so far.) and I'm praying Bob sent his sax player and his unsheathed whispermaphone straight to Tokyo jail. Ooooh - it's even better than that: Bob's making the guy play recorder instead. Forget you ever saw the long term tenant in the sax guy's trousers because we're swooning here. Wow! If Bob's reissue sounds like this my famous brother is going to be right yet again and I'll be left with Bob's own backyard brood of chickens' eggs all over my face. Curses!

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Side 4

Are there really only four sides so far? How many beers have I had? Do I really have to listen to All I Really Want To Do? It doesn't even crack my top 400 Dylan songs; Handy Dandy holds down number 400 and cannot be budged. Handy Dandy: he's got an all girl orchestra and when he says strike up the band, they hit it. Love that song....

It doesn't matter if it's Dylan giggling through All I Really Want to Do himself or if World Party are playing hommage to it, I've just never wanted to be friends with anyone while listening to this song. And this version isn't making me social; a few more minutes of this and I'm gonna go out and punch a neighbor. Any neighbor. All I really want to do is get to the end of this damn song.

Knocking on Heaven's Door explores whole new realms of terrible. Here's Bob, hawking bananas and other ripe fruits. He'll show you a yo-yo trick; he'll squeeze your baby's cheeks with affection and scare the hell out of them in the process. This might be the worst thing on the whole album. I'm winning, people! My famous brother: infamous. A plethora!

The next track lands like a jiggling jello dropped from a great height. It's Alright Ma combines with Gates of Eden to form the least tolerable moments of Bob's first golden era of solo folk; sandwiched between two stone cold classics on the acoustic side of his fifth record, they make clear that Bob going electric is a good idea. But then in 74 Bob sailed It's Alright Ma into his rushing flood of hollered greatness. Even the president of the United States has to love that version. But here at Budokan, Bob karate chops his way through each verse, surrounded by a flash mob of belly dancers. I don't want a sensie, Bob. I want this record to end.

Thankfully, we're winding down. My family is no longer begging me to turn this crap off. Forever Young and The Times They Are a-Changing end the album and both sound reasonable here, like leftovers from The Last Waltz's studio sessions, where the fabulously nuts Richard Danko and Richard Manuel were chained down to their desks and ordered to not freak out. Stoner takes one very intentional bass step at a time throughout each track, like he's completing a connect the dots page with fierce concentration. Slowly an image is revealed: a giant, white guy afro in profile: Dylan in 78.

Okay, it's over. Did I win? Of course not! No doubt my brother is right and the reissue will feature more outtakes like this one, leaving him the victor, yet again.

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Falling for the Freak - Eddie Munson Fix-It Fic Chapter 20

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First off hi! I’m back! It’s been a good few days. I had some seriously good gossip sessions with my sister in-law this weekend and I feel like weights have been lifted from my shoulders. We talked so much about all the things and I even got to talk to my brother about things we had never talked about and I felt like I got to release stresses that I have been holding on to by myself for a long time. In short I feel much better than I have.

Also, here’s another thing that’s occurred to me. We’re technically in stuff that happens in vol. 2 at this point in the fic. I’m thinking, in order to keep writing this, I want to kind of wrap all that up and act like Vecna didn’t split Hawkins into a billion pieces and stuff so I’m currently working on how I want to do that. I’m thinking basically, and since this is a fix-it fic, that thing big sad won’t happen to Max or our favorite town freak (duh). And we’ll just act like things got wrapped up and our power couple can just go on living their best lives - like going to prom and seeing Eddie graduate. That’s the general vibe I’m going for in these next few chapters, how exactly I’m gonna do all that I have no clue! :D

I hope you enjoy this chapter!

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The reader, Eddie, and the gang head out to load up on weapons in order to return to the Upside Down. First of course, they must find a new mode of transportation. (I’m sure you know where this is going...)

DISCLAIMERS/WARNINGS: Obviously as we’ve said before, not all of this plot is original content - the events that happen in ST4 belong to the Duffer Brothers and all creators who helped develop this new season. I’m just adjusting them to my likings. Also, language, some fluff/angst boardering on smut. No penetrative sex but definitely some heavy petting. We’re gonna say 18+ just because.

Chapter 20

Eddie and I had woken up the next morning when Nancy poked me in the shoulder. If it hadn’t been for the distraught look on her face, I would’ve had half a mind to be annoyed with her for waking me up from some seriously needed sleep. However, Nancy clearly was still in shock and processing her run in with Vecna. I sat up and helped her to her seat in one of the arm chairs across from the couch. I made sure Eddie was awake and then got the others out of their rooms. Soon we were all in the living room of Max’s trailer and Nancy was explaining what she had seen when Vecna paid her a visit.

“He showed me things that haven’t happened yet,” She began. “The most awful things...dark clouds spreading over the town, fires, bodies, and-,” she stopped to take a breath before she continued. “Monsters, so many monsters, it was an army and they were invading our town. I saw my family-” she stopped at that and wiped the tears from her eyes.

I sat on the floor next to her and held her hands as she talked. She was trembling.

“But none of that’s real,” Steve said. “Vecna’s just getting in your head, scaring you. None of that stuff has happened,”

“Not yet,” Nancy whispered. “There’s more though. There were gates, four of them, spreading over the town, connecting to each other,”

“Vecna’s calling card is four chimes of a clock.” Max said. “Four chimes, four gates,”

“So if each time he kills, he opens up a gate...” I started.

Lucas realized where my mind was headed. “Four kills, four gates,”

“Patrick was his third,” Eddie said.

“That’s only one more,” I said and I felt Nancy squeeze my hand tighter.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said, holding his face in his hands.

“Try them again,” Steve said, turning to Max.

“Try who again?” I asked.

“The others in California,” Robin said. “We’ve tried calling them a million times but they haven’t answered,”

Max stood at the phone for a moment and then hung up, frustrated. “We’re still getting a busy signal,”

“Are you always getting a buys signal?” I asked and Max nodded.

“It’s Joyce’s telemarketer job, it ties up their entire phoneline,” Dustin said.

“For three days?” Max replied. “It isn’t Joyce, something is wrong,”

“This has to be connected to us,” Nancy said. “There’s no such thing as a coincidence. Not for us. I’m sure they’re connected. We have to go back into the Upside Down and finish this,”

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Nancy’s plan was met with multiple reactions - mostly negative. We may not have been outnumbered, but we were unprepared. We couldn’t predict the amount of monsters or the kind of monsters Vecna would turn against us once we went back. We also didn’t have the artiliary that we would need to take him out. Most of all, we didn’t know when, where or who he would strike against for his fourth and final attack. That is, until Max spoke up.

“We know who he’ll go after,” Max said. “And we can control when it happens if I stop listening to Kate Bush,”

“No,” Lucas protested. “You’re not doing this. You’re not sacrificing yourself,”

“Who says anything about sacrifice?” Max asked. “The goal is to stop him from killing his final victim correct? So we’ll stop him before he gets me. I’m cursed anyway, so let me do this. Then we can at least predict something about his next attack,”

They exchanged a glance and seemed to reach an agreement with each other. Then it was Steve’s turn to speak up. “Ok, that’s great and all but that doesn’t solve our weapons problem. No offense Nance, but I don’t think the guns in your bedroom are going to do much good,”

“I might have a solution to that problem,” Eddie said standing up. He found a phonebook and laid it on the table for us to see. “Look here,” he said, tapping on an ad that had a Rambo-looking cartoon man shooting a gun on the front. “It’s huge, this place, I went there once, and they have anything that we might need for uh, you know, killing things. If we avoid main roads we could probably get out there no problem,”

“We can’t bike out there though,” Dustin chimed in. “It would take all day,”

“Oh we won’t be biking,” Eddie said with a devious look on his face.

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Eddie led us through the trailer parking carrying a duffle bag and wearing a Michael Myers mask until we reached a Winnebago. There was a couple sitting outside in lawn chairs and watching tv. I held on to Eddie’s hand tightly as he pulled me around to the other side of the vehicle. He searched along the side until he found a window. He pulled on it and it slid open. Eddie tossed his duffle bag inside and then turned to me.

“Ok up you go,” he said. He cupped his hands together and I stepped into them. Eddie hoisted me up until I could pull myself through the window. Once I was in he quickly followed and yanked the Halloween mask off. “God that was suffocating,”

As Eddie rushed to the front seat of the Winnebago, I helped the others climb in through the window. After everyone was inside, I went up front to check on Eddie. Steve joined me until we were standing behind Eddie as he fiddled with the wires in the front of the car. I watched as he worked, clipping wires and pulling away their plastic wrappings. He seemed a little too skilled in the craft of hotwiring a car, but I enjoyed watching his fingers work.

“How did you learn to do this?” Steve asked.

“Oh well you know, while the other dads were out there playing ball with their boys, my dad was teaching me how to hot wire,” Eddie said. “I’ve always sworn I wouldn’t end up like my old man, but here we are, wanted for murder and soon enough, grand theft auto,”

Robin appeared behind me. “Eddie, no offense, but I don’t know how I feel about you driving this thing,”

“Oh I’m just starting this sucker,” Eddie said. (Author’s note - I had to include this line because Joe fucking improvised it and it’s literal gold - end of note). “Harrington’s got her,” then he leaned in closer to Steve “don’t ya big boy?” he asked.

Steve had just enough time to give Eddie a questionable look before the Winnebago sparked to life. Suddenly there was yelling from outside and the couple from the lawn chairs were running towards the door. Luckily Eddie had locked before he began hotwiring the car. Eddie jumped out of the driver’s seat and Steve replaced him. Eddie grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the back of the van. I was vaguely aware that “Around the Bend” by Creedence Clearwater was blaring through the Winnebago and that Eddie felt compelled to headbang to it, but mostly I was consumed with the stress of trying to get out of the trailer park.

It was a bumpy ride, but Steve got us out of there and on to the road without being stopped. And with that, we were on our way to The War Zone.

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When we arrived, the place was crawling with Hawkins locals looking for a way to protect themselves from all the horrific things that had been happening. We came up with a plan before we were parked. Eddie and I would stay in the Winnebago, out of sight while the others went into the store and stocked up on Vecna killing weapons.

“Be safe in there,” I said to Nancy as she got out of her seat.

“Be safe in here,” she replied.

I watched as the other filed out with her. We made sure every curtain was closed and all the windows were latched. I sat in the back of the Winnebago as Eddie locked the last window. He then suddenly burst through the curtain that separated the back cabin from the rest of the vehicle. Eddie leaned in the doorway acting like he was deep in thought.

“Hmm,” he started. “We’re in a Winnebago, all alone, and we have at least twenty minutes to kill. Gosh, what are we to do?”

I looked up at him from my place on the back seat. He had that devious look back in his eye. Then Eddie was on me - his hands were pressed into the back of the car’s couch on either side of my shoulders. He held himself up as he leaned down to kiss me all over my face.

I giggled and pulled away. “Is now really the time?” I asked.

“Babe, the world is ending,” Eddie said. “This might be the only time,”

“It won’t end if we stop it,” I smiled, playing devil’s advocate. I wanted him and he knew it. I just wanted to see how strung out I could make him.

“Babe,” Eddie moaned, “I almost died last night,”

“You’re pulling the I almost died card on me right now?” I laughed. “You are desperate,”

“Fine,” he said. “I am, but it’s only because you are the most gorgeous creature that has ever walked this planet,”

I paused. “Do you really mean that?” I asked.

“I would never lie to you about how fucking beautiful I think you are,” Eddie said.

“How are you real?” I gigled, pulling him down into a kiss.

Eddie melted into me. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up. He sat down and set me on his lap, my legs falling on either side of his hips. I held his face in my hands as he slipped his fingers up my shirt.

“I’m having a weird sense of deja vu right now,” I said with a smile.

“Gee, I wonder when you may have experienced this before,” Eddie said sarcastically.

He pulled me tight against him as I moved my hips back and forth over his lap. I could feel him getting hard underneath me and my stomach was filling with butterflies. I kissed him again and again, letting him open my mouth with his. I felt the heat of his tongue against mine and then the sting of his teeth biting my lower lip. I groaned at the feeling and wondered why we hadn’t tried kissing like this sooner in our relationship.

Eddie’s mouth strayed from mine to begin trailing down to my neck. It felt like my skin was lighting on fire as his mouth moved across it. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he pulled the collar of my shirt away and nipped at the soft skin of my neck.

His hands slipped from my back to my waist where he gave me a soft squeeze. They then moved up to my breasts. He hovered over the cups of my bra for a moment and then pulled at them to further uncover my body.

“Eddie,” I gasped. “I have to tell you something,”

“What is it?” he asked, his mouth still working on my neck.

“Watching you hotwire this thing was a major turn on,” I said, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks as I said it.

Eddie pulled away and looked up at me. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I don’t know why, maybe it was because of your hands. I’m not sure. It was just like...really sexy,”

Eddie’s pupils dialated a little and he grinned. He tiled his head up and began to kiss me again. His fingers squeezed and pinched my nipples until they were sore. I was a breathless, moaning mess when we first heard the voices getting closer to the car.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. “Shit, my pants,”

The door to the Winnebago was opening as I crawled off Eddie’s lap. I peaked through the curtain and saw Steve hurrying back into the driver’s seat. The others found their seats and Robin closed the door behind them.

“Where’s Eddie?” She asked.

“In the back,” I said.

Robin must’ve noticed my flustered state because she stopped and looked more closely at me. “Is everything ok?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Everything’s fine.”

“What did you guys do while we were gone?” Robin asked, a little smirk showing up on her lips.

“We talked,” I said.

“You talked?” she asked.

“Gross,” Steve muttered from up front.

Robin’s smirk grew. “Yeah sure, you talked,” she laughed as she sat down.

I couldn’t help but giggle. The whole thing was ridiculous. Was I really supposed to be embarrassed about getting caught making out with my boyfriend when the world was about to end?

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Lesser known thing: I had a "dream diary" for a while when I was like 13-14, and my entries were full of the kind of literary experimentation you'd expect from an overly pretentious 13-14 year-old boy, because my knowledge of fiction at the time was basically exclusively from reading the Narnia books

At one point I wrote down a fragment of "long-lost psychological novel" in which a 12 year-old girl and her depressed Catholic mother go to stay in a castle on an island where the girl is drawn into a bigoted fantasy world she can't escape.

Here's a quote from the dream that I remember very clearly (because I read it to my brother and it was just so hilariously self-conscious I had to repeat it):

To any of you who are looking for a really unique story, I'd just like to let you know that the actual plot has been getting pretty confusing, but the symbolism keeps getting better and better.

But just as she was making the mistake of reading every experience as a firsthand glimpse of Jesus Christ's suffering, the whole castle shuddered under a blast of light. From where she stood, the black tower loomed in front of her, and she could clearly make out, with the help of the candlelight, a strange sequence of letters on the wall which she hadn't noticed before.

If you had listened closely, you might have heard a girl's voice in the distance, faintly reciting these letters. But there were other sounds. Something dragged the sound of her voice away from her. You might have thought it was a wind blowing through the ivy on the walls, but you would have been wrong. That's only what her cries looked like, a wind which gathered her voice up and carried it away. It was much more like her own voice, or like some other voice you could barely recognize in the background.

She thought, How does this happen to me?

Her mother was still staring out the window, waiting to see if the castle was, indeed, descending on their house. The girl shouted, as loud as she could, "Chicken!"

A bird flew down from the sky and landed on her shoulder. She cried out, "Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!"

#don't reblog /////#dreams

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SHUGO CHARA RANT PT 8

buckle ur FUCKING SEATBELTS FOR THE LONGEST RANT IN HISTORY

tw: anti-amuto, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of child abuse

so I watched episode 77 and sobbed, it’s the episode where Amu gets caught with Ikuto by Tadase since he got stood up by Amu hiding Ikuto while he’s taking a shower.

the ACTUAL RAGE I HAVE AT SOME OF THESE CLOWNS IN THE CRUNCHYROLL COMMENTS… I have never felt this much rage for a ship since JACKUNZEL circa 2014 but more on that later

so first of all, I’m so confused on why Amu’s mom is so lax after finding the two of them in the bathroom. BROTHER IN CHRIST I WOULD BE FUCKING ANGRY IF I FOUND MY OWN 13 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER WITH SOME 18 YEAR BOY IN THE SHOWER ??!?!?!? like WHAT ?!??!?! I understand Amu’s mom was trying to be considerate and give the two of them the benefit of the doubt, but GIRLBOSS WHAT!?!?! HOW DO U KNOW HE HASNT DONE SHIT TO YOUR DAUGHTER !?!?! HES AN ADULT ?!?!? I would be CALLING THE POLICE IDC…. I’d be that psycho mom iDC that’s my GOD DAMN DAUGHTER. Anyways that part had me so FUCKED UP it doesn’t make sense at all.

Second of all, the FACT THAT TADASE IS LET IN AND AMU CLEARLY TELLS IKUTO TO NOT COME OUT OF HER ROOM AND HE DOES ?!?!?! REVEALING TO TADASE HE’S BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME ?!?!? some of the CLOWNS and Tadase antis in the comments being like,,, Tadase is so annoying, we have to laugh at him crying, Ikuto is so much better suited for Amu — LIKE DO ANY OF U HEAR YOURSELVES ?!?!?!? Tadase reacted the way most kids react at that age. He was furious— especially since he was already pissed off at ikuto for family reasons and finds him in his girlfriends’ room ?!?!? Of course he was mad, she kept this a secret from him and the only thing going through his mind at that moment was rage and betrayal. He couldn’t let Amu speak obviously because he was too in his head to make conversation, he just needed out of what he was seeing. It’s FUCKING VALID ?!?!?

Now ikuto opening the door and then DEGRADING TADASE FOR SOMETHING THAT TADASE WAS SO FUCKING INSECURE ABOUT SINCE HE DOESNT KNOW HIS OWN DAMN FEELINGS YET AND SHARED IT WITH THE ONE PERSON HE TRUSTED, ONLY TO GET CRITICIZED BY HIM was probably the reason I hate ikuto’s character in this part SO DAMN MUCH. U KNEW HE WAS THERE AND OPENED IT ANYWAY. I know Yoru says that he got them to hate them to not get involved but BROTHER ?!?!?? You could have just straight up left and that would be the end of it but NO. DIG YOU A GRAVE I GUESS???

I just cant see how Ikuto doing this to protect the family makes any sense since if he had just left it would have been completely fine since it’s normal for him and his personality being the ‘stray cat boy’. No one would have blinked an eye ?!?!? Anyways. SO DUMB

Also Amu screaming at Ikuto has never felt so good go AWF queen

The infuriating part about all this is everyone thinks Ikuto is in the right while Tadase is in the wrong for the way he acted when he found out.

I will never be able to wrap my head around it.

Y’all can ship what you wanna ship, but it’s definitely not for me at all. Gosh.

I’m going to BED.

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day eight of the teafest prompts! today's flavor of tea was called orange and we're back with the mechanic au.

previous prompts can be found here

Castiel whiffs in his response to Dean's flirting. A bit of brooding ensues. Along with the beginings of an apology.

“He showed up to your house to quote unquote fix your car on his day off,” Balthazar yells, slamming his martini down on the polished wood of their little bar table, “took his shirt off halfway through, all whilst wearing sinfully tight pants, and you’re telling me you weren’t sure if he was flirting?”

“Balt, it was very hot and —“ Castiel tries to reason with his friend.

“This is the man you’ve already been on a steamy date with, correct?” Balthazar continues at a volume that is much too loud for a public conversation.

“Yes,” Castiel says, something like shame beginning to curl up his spine. “And he did actually fix my car!” Castiel feels obligated to protect Dean’s dignity and reputation as a damn good mechanic, even if he’s clearly blown any romantic chances he has with the man.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Cassie,” Balthazar says, burying his face into his arms. The martini wobbles dangerously. Castiel moves it away from his friend but before he can set it back down on the table, he finds himself abruptly morose and downs the whole drink in one go.

“You just got sad and drank my martini, didn’t you?” Balthazar says, voice muffled by his arms.

Castiel sets the empty glass down next to Balthazar’s head in answer.

Balthazar sighs in further disappointment.

It eats at Castiel after that. He’s used to missing social cues at this point in his life. He was born as awkward as a foal learning to walk and after his time at The Camp, what few social charms he’d possessed had been lost completely to crippling anxiety. It makes him hard to talk to on the best of days and deeply frustrating to talk to on his worst.

Dean had caught him on one of his worser days and Castiel had royally fucked up what should’ve been a simple social call and response. What was worse is that Castiel thinks that he’d genuinely hurt Dean. That’s what chafes at him the most, honestly. He could live with leaving yet another potential acquaintance with an odd, slightly vexing story about the weird guy that they’d met that one time. He doesn’t think he can live with Dean thinking that he’d somehow done something wrong, though.

He also can’t stop thinking about how good Dean had looked, either, spread over the open hood of Castiel’s Audi again. He’d shown up in a loose fitting band shirt that he’d modified into a tank top and some of the tightest pants Castiel had ever seen on another man. Castiel had had to sit down when Dean had stripped off his shirt, arms overhead revealing miles of gorgeous tanned skin and a cute tummy that Castiel wanted to bury his face in on his way towards Dean’s cock. Castiel had actually had to palm himself to hide his hard on when Dean had bent back over the Audi, showing off his gorgeous, muscled back, peachy ass, and what Castiel could’ve sworn was a strip of lacy orange panties.

Fuck, Castiel was such an idiot. Of course Dean had been flirting. He owed the other man such a massive apology and probably an apology date on top of it. Provided that Dean was willing to speak to Castiel ever again after Castiel could barely meet Dean’s eyes once Dean had finished fixing up Castiel’s car. He’d beat a hasty retreat to the office not long after. He hadn’t been lying about the “emergency” meeting set up by Luke ten minutes before it was set to start, but he could’ve been late to that meeting, left his brother to stew for a bit while he at least thanked Dean with a kiss.

Castiel stares at his sad TV dinner that had gone cold while he brooded and sighs. He’d fix it tomorrow, he swears. Or if he couldn’t fix it, he’d at least apologize.

It takes him five tries to write the stupid text message. He remembers being good at flirting with boys, before his parents sent him away that first time. He can’t fathom that, now.

Dean leaves him on read for a couple of hours. Castiel stress cleans his kitchen, his master bathroom and half bath, and his living room before Dean sends a cool “ok. sometime tomorrow?”.

It’s better than nothing, at least.

Castiel had meant to be punctual — mother had always said it was a sign of politeness — but he sees the sign for a family run diner that Dean had rhapsodized about on their date and ducks in. He winds up ten minutes late, out of breath with nerves, at Dean’s apartment complex. It’s summer so the sun hasn’t gone down, but dusk is starting to set in, giving everything a little bit of extra color.

Dean’s apartment building is in the rougher side of town, with old wooden stairs leading up to each unit. Castiel’s Audi is loud and obnoxiously out of place amongst the modestly priced sedans and four door beaters dotting the parking lot.

Dean’s waiting for Castiel on his front steps, resting his elbows on the stair behind him, lazily smoking a cigarette as he watches Castiel pull up and park. Castiel swallows hard and picks up the package that made him late to this meeting. He juggles it awkwardly as he gets out of his car and locks the doors behind him.

Dean makes no move to get up, just keeps watching Castiel over his cigarette. He blows out a plume of smoke over his head as Castiel approaches.

“Hiya, Cas,” Dean says, when Castiel is close enough to touch. It doesn’t feel warm, but he hasn’t abandoned the nickname he’d given Castiel on their date yet. Castiel’s hope clings to that like a lifeline.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel says back and offers up one of Ellen Harvelle’s best pies to the other man— pecan, just like Dean had said was his favorite.

#i feel like this au is now completely attached to any and all fruit flavors i get #so know that there will absolutely be more of this later in the month #and they'll sort themselves a bit in the next one i promise #spn #my fic #tea prompts #also i'm editing some of the previous ones this week and will post the cleaned up ones on ao3 hopefully before friday?#i think #depending on what my work week looks like

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