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castle-dominion · 11 months

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5x8 after hours

I saw the white neck thing I THOUGHT he was a priest! & then he brought out his rosary

Ooh nice dessert Rick can make those jokes but not you jim

Both your parents are lawyers?? MARTHA SHUT THE UP

CASTLE DON'T SHJKHDSKJFDHSDJKG

NO NO NO NO NO YOU ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE YOUR DIFFERENCES IT'S OK IT IS OK ACTORS ARE ALLOWED TO BE NON-SERIOUS & HAVE FUN

RC: ‘Cause honestly that whole death thing is sounding pretty good right now. KB: There’s been a murder down town. RC: Close enough.

They are probs happy for the excuse to get away from their parents

Well in s6 you have a worse dinner with alexis...

*wiping off her makeup* JE: Wow, already? How’d that go? KB: RC: JE: Okay, well, JE: speaking of fathers, we have one right over here.

found religion lol oof holding his rosary must be good. Good marksman, picks up casings

Assassination is basically murder for political OR RELIGIOUS or similar motives.

MC-murtry, irish preist probs, is he ryan's priest? or not. Murdoch mysteries moments.

WOAH WE'R EINTERVIEWING A NUN? don't worry my irish friend, as a michif I know your struggle

Valid lol, acab & all you remember the address???

KR: *makes himself a coffee and he catches sight of the SISTER MARY exiting the elevator. He stills.* KR: A nun walks into a precinct. It’s like the beginnings of a bad joke. *He goes to take a sip of his coffee but stops. He sets the coffee down and works on straightening his tie.* JE: Want to borrow a comb or something? KR: Shut up. JE: (smirks) You know what this reminds me of? Watching one of those body switching movies where the guy looks like a grown man but he’s actually 12. KR, stopping his primping: Hey. Let me tell you something. Catholic school is like combat. Unless you’ve been there you don’t know. JE: Uhhh, I have been there. In combat. And it’s way worse than some old lady. ((he said it was LIKE combat, as in you DON'T KNOW unless you've been there)) ((also no bro catholic school can be horrible, I've been there, but thankfully not the one with nuns)) KR: goes back to fixing his appearance. As SISTER MARY walks by, she levels him with a stern look.

sitting up So Straight around the nun she's so horrible & annoying girl of COURSE you should care abt ppl despite thier soul JE: Of course, I'm-- I'm sorry *starting to understand ryan's perspective* who the HECK would leave for a phone call in the middle of mass?

Like Ford & Lee (also illegal to park blocking a way like that)

They were both insulting each other's interest Drop It Castle Wow I like castle's jacket, nice red hem

Wow just in his apartment,,, scary af

Ya think?!?

Castle is right abt the cement shoes & also right it is not helping (You need to sit there as homoerotically as possible while you set their feet in cement

calls her dude lol

that was NOT castle saying "get the car"

KR: Not that I'd ever doubt a nun! Reminds me of the episode in the near future, you know the one, the irish mob on KR: The guy took out a priest. We can’t just let him disappear.

A DOLLAR ARE YOU KIDDING ME? (not talking about it being expensive, but talking abt the wire being cut)

leo stfu

interesting transition sending esposito there alone?

He's right, cops don't rly come to this town

Leo relationship therapist moments WOAH SHE JUST BROKE THE CAR!?

can't you call 911 without the password?

esposito not wearing a vest? (also ryan is pretty af)

interesting angle & cant & all that this is sooo cute Bro don't talk to them!!! Check where the fingerprints are on the phone screen it HAS a schedule but it doesn't FOLLOW it Leo: I'm starting to feel like I'd be safer outside

Yeah lol just a joyride in a cop car

Martha & Jim <3 MR, long winded & dramatic: Well after I got a call from Detective Esposito I became very concerned, so I checked in with – JB: Well after I got a call from Detective Esposito I became very concerned, so I checked in with – VG: There’s no cause for alarm. It’s just that we’re having trouble pinpointing their perspective – MR: Oh please, stop. You are a terrible actress. ((GIRL)) There is no way that anyone would have called me if they weren’t really worried ((Lol probably true)) and I want to know what is really going on here.

MR: All right – where is that fancy coffee machine that Richard bought for the precinct? Over there? (she points)

flying to DUBLIN?

Don't u have only like 30 possibly attempts before it gets locked? So call me maybe <3 Castle GET TO THE POINT SAY YOU NEED HER TO CALL 911 Yes I LET her hang up Castle don't throw it outside like that rly quick wtffff

Why'd he fall oooooof Could have said "we need to get this man to a hospital he broke his ankle" bc the cabbie saw that

Oh no they ar egoing to get Locked In he COULD stand on it & run on it for a minute there when his life was in deep danger...

Gates in the interview uwu Hell, I'll even drive you to the airport! She's so good "My people" sfdjhfjdsh castle is one of her people

Get a deaf employee lol

Wait wasn't chinese relevant? RC: No. But I’ve seen every episode of MacGyver

PARTNERS partners Lol relationship therapist moments

Brings up the simple boring thing hhhsdjfhkjshfjs He's a new yorker ofc he likes baseball Big bro said that these two would end up together & it reminded me of sammy keyes she should NOT feel safe when he is watching Cut to them fighting? Ah sadly not RC: Yeah. C’mon. We’re a couple of idiots who can’t remember what we were fighting about. So … what were we fighting about?

Then enjoy the bubble while you have it! Breaking the bubble sooner is still breaking the bubble!

RC: Maybe I’m not speaking the right language. (he tries again, this time with a trucker accent) Breaker, breaker. I got a mama bear and two joes who need a ride back to the bear cave. (to BECKETT) I once had Derrick Storm beat up a trucker.

RC: Besides, it’s him they want dead, not me. Leo: Thanks for the reminder.

Remember in morse code: s is shorter than o bc s happens more

at least castle apologizes

.. . --- .- ..- . m e s a u e I'm too slow in morse code I should really practice

I love how he is just relationship therpisting

Ooh music NOT a journalist "figuring out" endings lol Poker moments Castle is totally double bluffing here, misleading him. Also what if you didn't know which side was north? LIke me? bad sense of direction!

DOLAN? THE BIG GUY IN THE MOB? ALSO HE DIDN'T KIDNAP THE DETECTIVES THEN

Get the gun wait... I THOUGHT MAYBE HE WAS THREATENING HER BC THE COPS GOT INTO TROUBLE

wait he IS the guy who kidnapped the detectives castle would totally make friends with them lol, like daniel in the lion's den in the veggie tales adaptation, got pizza

Did leo coach her on what to say?

... Baseball game? So should castle tell dolan that there is probably smth wrong or...?

Probably not a sociopath. Sociopaths often have social anxiety & are very flakey, not coldblooded killers

Also whose gun is that? Right, NOT beckett's, it was the gun of the mobster. Uness he took beckett's gun Why didn't they scout out the location first, there is ALWAYS fishy business

Should have kept one bullet for a double tap

Why didn't we hear the sirens before this?

Never never always Oh he got her gun & badge back

Wow new yorker whistled & magically got a cab. Yep.

He's OFFERING to do time? Also it was bright out, the sun is rising, they are all still in their clothes,,, been a long night huh Gates has what like snacks?

*seeing them kiss* k no nvm it was not a kiss lol

Hey I somehow only spent an hour on this episode! I started watching at 10, then I didn't get off until 12 (tho the goal was 11.30) but now I'm off at 1! that's only an hour! Proud of myself!

#castle 5x8 #castle 5x8 spoilers #castle 5x8 quote #the irish priest episode? the family feud episode? the on-the-run episode? the nun episode? the irish mafia episode? What do I nickname thi

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citrinesparkles · 3 years

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cat.

jason todd, eventually x gender neutral reader. 1,388 words. notes: this is part one of i don't even know how many and i cannot believe how wildly out of hand this got. this was a 500 word idea and it's gonna be at least three parts someone help (thanks to @angelz-dust for being so patient with me and encouraging on this!!! would never have made it out of the drafts without you <3) warnings: danger to kids, mention of a couple arguing, animal illness (spoiler alert: it'll be fine i Promise), a little (lot) different than my usual edit: part two here!

"let me be perfectly clear: if you even think about showing back up here, i will know, and i will make your life a living hell until i finally put you out of your misery. understood?"

"yes! yeah man i get it. understood."

"then i'd get going, if i were you." the man scrambled to his feet and bolted off across the playground, leaving jason to shout after him. "and warn any buddies you might have, too!"

he picked up the discarded knife and pocketed it. he then turned around slowly, hands visibly empty in a careful attempt not to scare the two kids behind him- well, careful not to make it worse, anyway. they, understandably, seemed a little shaken already.

"are you both alright?" he asked softly, slouching just a little to seem as harmless as possible.

probably would have been easier if they hadn't just watched him threaten someone.

the older kid- probably fifteen, if jason had to place a bet- nodded silently before glancing back at the little girl he was still hovering in front of protectively, who was just... staring.

she couldn't have been older than six.

"jazz?" the boy asked, voice tight. "are you hurt?"

he was ignored. "are you superman?"

the question, innocent and earnest and a little timid, made jason laugh. "not quite, kiddo."

she tilted her head like a curious puppy, furrowing her brow. "why are you wearing a jacket?"

jason glanced up at the boy, who seemed comforted by her mini interrogation. good.

talking was a good sign, too, so jason crouched down to meet her at eye level.

"because it gets cold out here!" he said, raising his hands up with a small wiggle of his fingers. "gloves, too."

"well, duh," jazz said with a giggle- a win, jason thought. "no fingerprints."

he nodded. "also helpful."

"and the hat to hide your face!" she said proudly, stepping forward a little to point at his helmet.

"wow, you've got the whole thing figured out, huh?"

"mhm! my friend ricky loves batman and his friends. he talks about batman and nightwing and spoiler and robin and red robin and red hood and batgirl all the time! they hide their faces like you, ricky thinks it's because of bad guys."

"they're kinda cool, huh?"

"nightwing's my favorite," she said firmly, as though it was something she had considered at great length and was fully prepared to defend.

"not red hood?" jason smacked a hand to his chest in mock hurt, shifting back dramatically. "i'm crushed, truly."

"no, ricky says red hood used to be an alien, but then got bored and now he annoys batman for fun instead. that sounds mean."

...well, okay, maybe he did annoy the big guy for fun a little. "that's an interesting theory, all right."

"ricky's got all kinds of theories. he thinks batman's a robot-" jason snorted- "and that nightwing was like pinochle."

"you mean pinocchio," the boy corrected quietly. "pinochle's what gramma plays."

"pinocchio!" she exlaimed, with a "ch" sound in the middle that made jason smile. "a doll that got turned human. that's how he does all the flips and stuff, he's got magic."

"hm, ricky seems like an interesting guy," jason said thoughtfully, making a big show of rubbing the chin of his helmet. "what do y-"

he was cut off by a loud, insistent meow, and jazz gasping even louder before taking off to the bushes.

"w- hey, don't rush off like that!" he said, shooting up off the ground as the boy sighed.

"there's this cat that she's been taking care of," he explained quietly. "the thing's got attitude for days but i think it's sick or something. jasmine's been bringing it little bits of tuna and chicken, but it's not like we can get it to a vet."

jason hummed. "why do you think it's sick?"

"it's thin, with its eyes all watery and sunk."

"might just be malnourished," he muttered.

"she's been trying to find it a home, y'know."

there was a wink-wink-nudge-nudge quality to the kid's voice that did not go unnoticed.

on one hand, it was good to hear something other than fear from him, but on the other... "what part of the tactical armor makes you think i'm an option?"

"the part where you just stuck around to check on us instead of running after that guy."

okay. maybe the quiet thing hadn't been so bad. the cocky 'amateur psychologist' thing was a little grating.

"you the real red hood?" the kid asked suddenly, shaking jason from his internal grumbling.

"what do you think?"

"i think you just saved our lives, and i wanna know who i'm thanking."

jason turned to him with a flourish. "red hood, baby saver extraordinaire. at your service."

"baby- dude, i'm seventeen!"

okay, so he would have lost his bet. "noted. still a baby, trust me."

"what are you under there, twenty something? whatever, grandpa."

jason chuckled, turning back to watch jasmine pet a small cat under one of the yellow lights littering the park. "you did well, looking out for her with that guy. you got a name?"

he scoffed. "would've been better if i'd kicked him between the legs right when he opened his mouth, instead of letting him get started on the whole 'what're you kids doing out so late?' bit," he muttered darkly, pausing for a moment before answering. "my name's jordan."

"well, jordan, what are you guys doing out so late?"

"mom works nights, and the neighbors were fighting. it was loud enough to wake jazz up, and it wasn't the kind of thing she needed to hear. i figured a trip to see her cat would be less awful than hearing them call each other things i wouldn't even call my friends." the breeze picked up, rustling the trees and catching on jason's jacket. "and then the asshole with the knife decided to make a bad night worse."

"is jazz your sister?"

"yeah, she's a good kid," jordan said, fond and warm. "sorry about the whole ricky thing, though. he's obsessed with those vigilante conspiracy videos and tells her all about them at school."

"no, no, it's fine. i can't wait to tell wing about his new origin story, he'll love that."

jasmine suddenly came bounding back towards them, grabbing their hands and yanking them to follow her. "c'mon, you need to meet cat!"

"you call it cat?"

jordan bristled subtly. "is there a problem with that, red?"

"no, no, it's an appropriate name. just making sure." jason waved his spare hand at his head. "helmet makes me hear things sometimes."

jordan opened his mouth, but his sister plowed right over whatever he was going to say, pulling on jason's hand again. "cat, meet... what's your name?"

"red hood."

"you can't be red hood!" she whirled around, indignantly putting her hands on her hips. "there's already a red hood in gotham. besides, you're not even wearing a hood, so it doesn't fit anyway."

jason turned his head to jordan, who was smiling- a good sign, but probably a bad omen for whatever he was about to say. "she's right, man. it's not a hood."

"tough crowd," jason muttered. "uh... then you can call me, uh-"

"bucket!" jasmine suggested happily, tapping his helmet. "because this looks like a bucket."

if there was one thing vigilantism had taught him, it was that sometimes you actually do need to pick your battles. this...

this was not worth fighting.

"sure, fine, whatever. hi, cat, i'm red bucket." he turned away from the kids- both of whom looked entirely too happy about the whole 'bucket' thing, he thought- and crouched down to finally look at the cat.

it did look a little sick, actually.

it was gray, and thin, and-

and now it was headbutting his knee like it was trying to push him over.

"cat likes you!" jazz cheered.

"sure does," jordan said pointedly. "isn't that interesting?"

jason opened his mouth, but his snarky comment died in his throat when the cat settled down right in front of him and blinked slowly up at him with a sweet tilt to its head.

...shit.

just- shit.

he sighed, standing up and looking back to jordan and his stupid, entirely-too-pleased-with-himself grin. "so, jazz," jason grumbled reluctantly, "where does cat live?"

#citrine writes #i promise i have a plan #jason todd #dc #imagines #dc imagine #dc imagines #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #sigh.

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get-shiggy-with-it · 3 years

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Ch. 3

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi (just this part), Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader (very brief and vague reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut and feels, it's literally just smut, blow jobs, friends(?) with benefits, blow jobs, anal fingering, light degradation (both for shigs and reader), could maybe be interpreted as slight dubcon, dirty talk, slutty dabi, dabi is an asshole, so is tomura, reader has gender neutral pronouns, I'm keeping it fem cause Shigs hates women and calls them that

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which the boys share in some good ole roommate bonding activities and Tomura has a blow job induced epiphany.

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Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged and make sure to check my rules!)

Dabi’s mouth was wet and so fucking warm as he swallowed around Tomura’s dick.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as Dabi hummed around his length and did that thing where he flicked the ball of his tongue ring over Tomura’s slit.

Bright blue eyes stared up through deceptively long lashes, smirking at the way Tomura drooled as he got his soul sucked out the tip of dick. The mattress underneath him creaked despite the negligible weight of both their bodies. Dabi settled on his stomach between Tomura’s pale thighs leaving fingerprint bruises in soft flesh.

They did this sometimes, though he wasn’t quite sure when exactly it started. Dabi had been his randomly assigned roommate freshman year and he grew so used to living with him that the two of them had just silently, yet mutually agreed not to fuck something up that wasn’t broken. They both berated each other for their strange and somewhat disgusting habits—Dabi would say that Tomura was a gross shut-in creep who needed a fucking shower and Tomura called Dabi out on his slutty pastimes and obsession with piercing the hell out of every available inch of skin.

And sometimes they sucked each other off.

It was overall not a terrible arrangement—Dabi got his fill of dick and Tomura could no longer be made fun of for being completely inexperienced. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit, Dabi was really fucking good at oral. Like, demonically good. He’d been going down on Tomura for so long now too that he’d learned all the things that had him spilling onto that pierced tongue in minutes.

Tomura jerked from his thoughts when two, lube slicked fingers prodding at his ass.

“Dabi, what the fuck are you—” he protested, wiggling his scrawny hips up the bed and inadvertently letting his cock slip out of the inviting heat between his roommate’s lips.

He couldn’t see much other than the shaking mop of black hair and pale hands with chipped black nail polish digging into his legs, yanking him back.

“Shut up freak,” Dabi slurred, words slick with spit and Tomura’s precum. Dabi said it tasted like battery acid, but it never stopped him from guzzling it like he did with cheap whiskey and cigarettes on the weekends. “I know you like it.”

He did like it, but Tomura wasn’t about to contribute to the fucking evil grin Dabi was giving him as he circled the tight ring of muscle, slipping in a finger to the first knuckle.

Tomura’s head flopped back on the pillows as he bit back a low moan, “Fuck off.”

“If you say so,” Dabi shoved his finger in roughly, squeezing a second in behind it and letting Tomura bask in the burn of being stretched too quickly before ripping his hands away.

“No!” Tomura wailed pretty fucking shamelessly and grabbed the retreating wrist, placing Dabi’s tatted hand back on his dick that throbbed and leaked painfully.

“Dude, what’s gotten the fuck into you?” his roommate asked, smirking still, but pumping Tomura's cock loosely nonetheless. “Our walls are thin as hell, you know I can hear you jerkin' it in here every night, and now you’re practically begging for me to suck you off. Usually I gotta come to you.”

He was infuriatingly right again.

Tomura had indeed asked for him to do this, which was definitely out of character for him. Most of the time when they ended up in this position, it was because Dabi spent hours hounding him about it or just fucking dropped to his knees and whipped Tomura’s cock out in the middle of a movie night or snuck into his room while Tomura was gaming and swallowed him whole just to laugh at the way his online friends reacted to the noises.

He’s just been so pent up lately, and you insisting on fucking touching his arm or sitting on the floor between his feet at League meetings was really not helping it.

“I don’t know,” Tomura lied, both to Dabi and himself in the hopes that the head of black hair would just go back to bobbing on his dick like he so desperately needed it to.

“Bro, I have fucked with enough people to know when they’re wishing I was someone else,” Dabi scoffed and ran a blessedly hot tongue from base to tip and suckled softly at the blush pink head before pulling back with a wet pop. “So who is it?”

“I’m not fucking thinking about anyone,” Tomura hissed, fisting Dabi’s spiky, black locks and thrusting into his mouth till he felt the contractions of Dabi gagging around his length. “Usually you're jumping at the chance to get dick in your mouth, so why does it matter?”

Dabi pulled back, wiping the silvery string of spit leaking past his lips away and scowling as his fingers ghosted over Tomura’s balls and sank back into his pliant ass.

“Seriously creep, I’m five seconds away from ghosting and you can fuck your hand like the sad little bitch you are. So tell me their name or I’m walking right now.”

Tomura huffed as he felt Dabi’s long, rough fingers pulled from him again and the heat of his mouth growing farther away.

“Ugh fine, it’s that bitch I’ve been working on the English thing with.”

Dabi made a face like his brain was buffering.

“Seriously?” he asked, mouth gaping in a way that had Tomura even more furious his dick wasn’t buried in it.

“Yes!” he shouted and grabbed Dabi’s cheeks in both hands, sinking past his waiting lips and practically purring when he felt them close around the base as his long tongue massaged the shaft. “Oh god yes…”

Dabi rolled his eyes, managing to look smug even with a cock stretching his lips taught against the piercings. He used to try and tease Tomura about how small his dick was, but it was hard to believe him. Especially with how he choked sometimes when Tomura got rough with him despite his boasts of lacking a gag reflex. Not to mention how he looked now, jaw probably aching with the stretch and loving every second of it.

Tomura lazily bucked his hips up and whined high when the fingers in his ass curled and thrust against that fucking spot he hadn’t known was there until Dabi found it for him.

The pleased sound he made tapered off into a growl though, when his roommate with questionable benefits pulled off again to run his slutty fucking mouth.

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled, kitten licking at Tomura’s cock and running the ball of his piercing through the slit again. Tomura gulped when he pulled it back into his mouth to swallow the bead of precum he’d collected. “I’ve seen your fucking paramour around before, pretty serious about school though. And kinda out of your league too, not gonna lie. So, what would you do if your cute little partner was here instead?”

Tomura bristled at the insult but couldn’t keep his pissed off look when Dabi went back to sucking his cock like a pro and curling those fucking fingers against his prostate. When he did speak, he blushed hard at the way his voice cracked and sounded like he was crying.

“I don’t fucking—holy shit—know,” he gasped and Dabi hummed both to egg him on and to get a whole new wave of precum gushing out of Tomura’s dick.

“C’mon man,” Dabi groaned, and Tomura distinctly heard the sound of a pants zipper and felt Dabi’s hips canting against the sheets.

That fucking masochistic whore. He would get off to Tomura dirty talking about someone else while he sucked his dick.

He considered stopping the whole thing right there, but then Dabi was sinking a third finger into his ass and thrusting hard while he hallowed his cheeks around Tomura’s cock and sucked—

“Tits!” Tomura cried and covered his burning, red cheeks with his hands. “I want to put my fucking face in them and taste them in my mouth. Sometimes I can see the outline of their nipples when we’re working and the air conditioning comes on and I want to suck on them so fucking bad I can’t think about anything else the whole night.”

Once he got started, Tomura found the words just spilled from him like a dam had burst. Dabi, the depraved bastard, groaned loud and ground his pierced dick harder against the mattress as he continued to deepthroat Tomura’s cock and fuck his ass at that perfect angle.

“Sometimes when they drag me to their stupid club I lose the rounds cause I—oh god, oh fuck—just imagine them in my lap, sitting on my cock and fucking writhing and squeezing me while we face off. Such a fucking—Dabi more!—stereotypical try-hard, bitch but I want to be inside them so fucking bad,” he felt actual tears stinging the raw corners of his eyes when Dabi sped up on his dick.

Tomura scrapped his nails against Dabi’s scalp, holding on for dear life as his breathing became even more ragged than usual. His friend’s cruelty streak reared its ugly head as Dabi sensed the tensing of Tomura’s balls and the clench of his tight ass and slowed down a fraction, keeping him teetering on the edge of an explosively pleasurable release.

“Fucking asshole,” he growled, but didn’t dare try to fuck Dabi’s face lest he make good on his threat to leave Tomura high and dry. “I just—shit, ah, don’t stop—they talk to me sometimes and I just wanna suck their tongue into my mouth so they shut up and I need to hear them fucking falling apart or using that stupid, stuck up teacher voice on me and fucking my ass—Dabi Fuck—is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dabi, because he got off on being a little shit, gave him one last delicious swallow before pulling back and fisting Tomura’s sopping wet cock. The fingers had stopped thrusting and were now pressed hard against his prostate, sending shocks through his body and making him twitch violently as his blood rushed with endorphins. He never stopped grinding his own dick against Tomura’s cotton sheets the whole time.

“You got it bad huh, don’t ya creep,” he mused, letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips and keep his palm slick. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk about fucking anything, much less another actual person.”

“No I fucking don’t, “ Tomura writhed against the pillows, giving in to the undeniable urge to simultaneously fuck up into Dabi’s hand and ride his fingers.

“Who knew you were such a desperate whore, falling for the first person to show you a modicum of attention,” Dabi jeered and squeezed the tip of his dick hard, listening to Tomura let out a choked sob. “I’m actually kinda proud of you, bro. My little incel baby’s growing up.”

Dabi cooed at Tomura, sinking sharp teeth deep into the meat of his thigh and sucking a bruise into the flesh.

“You’re the one—nghh—getting off on it,” Tomura clapped back but didn’t bother denying it again.

There was a sense of dread growing in his gut alongside the mounting pleasure of his orgasm that Dabi was currently holding hostage. Dabi may have had a dickish personality just as massive as the actual dick that was currently painting his comforter in stains, but he knew Tomura.

And he did, admittedly have much more experience with these types of things.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Dabi grunted. “Last time I let you return the favor you bit my fucking cock. I gotta get off somehow.”

“Don’t say rude shit to me and I won’t bite you.”

“Watch it, Tomura,” Dabi huffed and nipped at his thigh again. “You should be thanking me for my services.”

“Not if you’re gonna keep running your mouth instead of sucking me off,” he tried to sound intimidating but he was well and truly wrecked and couldn’t find the energy to give his words an edge.

“You should ask them out,” Dabi continued, ignoring the failed attempts at banter. “Bring ‘em over or some shit. Maybe then if I lock down that blonde piece of ass I’ve been talking to, we’ll both have much more interesting things to go down on.”

“Your whore ass is the one always jumping me, don’t act like it’s a fucking chore,” Tomura groaned as Dabi started licking at his cock again, pressing sloppy, half kisses on the tip as he jerked it in his fist.

“Not my fault I get bored sometimes,” he replied and closed his eyes as Tomura clenched particularly hard around Dabi’s relentless fingers. “But seriously, you should go for it. I’d kill to find out if you’re just as bad at eating pussy as you are sucking dick.”

“Fuck y—” Tomura started to say when Dabi reared up till they were chest to chest and their foreheads knocked together.

“I fucking will if you don’t shut up, creep, and I think it’d be so much better if you handed your fucking virginity to that pretty little partner bitch instead,” he said and stunned Tomura into silence when he licked into his mouth.

Dabi had kissed him before, but Tomura could count the number of occasions on one hand and almost all had been when his punk ass roommate was drunk as hell and in his feels about some tortured past. But Dabi’s eyes were bright and lucid now, blinking down at Tomura as he dragged their tongues together, flooding his mouth with the faint taste of cigarettes and jizz.

Their cocks brushed together too, the stimulation making Tomura whine into Dabi’s lips, who dropped a merciful hand down, taking them both in his fist and began pumping.

He didn’t stop as he pulled back, grinning down at Tomura like a fucking maniac—all shitty tattoos and silver piercings. The little barbels that stuck through Dabi’s nipples brushed against his own and made him moan at the cool metal and hot skin on his sensitive chest. Tomura was fucking sensitive everywhere, as Dabi had helped him discover, probably from a lifetime of being touched more by cheap sweatshirts than human hands.

“Now,” Dabi grunted as he thrust loosely against Tomura’s cock and his own fist before pulling away to settle back between his legs. “Shut up and cum down my throat—gotta give your virgin ass a refresher on mind shattering orgasms, so you know if that bitch is any good or not.”

Tomura’s tongue was halfway around a witty comeback when Dabi swallowed him to the hilt once again and started working his ass even harder. He really fucked hoped the neighbors were not home to hear him get his shit rocked at 2pm on a fucking Tuesday, cause Dabi might have been flunking out of his classes but he’d get a goddamn A plus for sucking dick.

The hand on his thigh, spreading him open, migrated to his hip so that Tomura could snap his legs shut hard around Dabi’s ring littered ears as he guided Tomura to grind down on his hand. The pressure in his gut built up exponentially higher now that Dabi wasn’t trying to hold him on the edge of climax. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to acquiesce to Dabi’s request, as he tightened up in a full body clench before gripping Dabi’s hair and spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky release straight onto his roommate’s tongue.

Dabi, the fucking slut, made a show of swallowing every drop that spilled from Tomura’s abused cock, milking his prostate the whole time and only letting Tomura slip from his mouth when he was soft and finally spent.

The fingers in his ass remained though, still for the most part and slowly dipping in and out every so often. Tomura whimpered and clenched but was somewhat thankful for the remaining feeling of fullness.

“So, did you really mean all that?” Dabi asked with his signature smirk. “You really want your group project partner to cockwarm you and fuck your tight little ass?”

“Fuck off,” Tomura scowled and smacked Dabi hard across the face with an errant pillow.

Dabi yanked it from his grasp and tossed his ammunition onto the floor. “Hey, it’s not actually too bad in here,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis which elicited an embarrassingly high gasp from Tomura, “give ‘em my number if you need a reference for asshole tightness.”

“Get the fuck out of my ass and my room,” Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back as it shook with laughter that lacked it’s usual jeering bite.

“What? Saving the cuddles for your new S/O?” he shot back, nuzzling his cum and spit covered face into Tomura’s neck.

With their chests pressed together, Tomura could feel the cooling, sticky remnants of Dabi’s own release coating his stomach. He squirmed against the sensation and pushed at the offending chest until his friend flopped down onto the scant space left between the mattress and the wall.

“Ew,” Tomura ran a finger through the mess Dabi had left smeared on him. “I’m taking a fucking shower.”

“God, finally!” Dabi exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and producing a cigarette from god knows where. He let the paper rest between his lips unlit. “I should have thought about getting you fucked out on the reg earlier, creep, if it’ll stop you smelling like ass.”

Tomura launched the discarded pillow which hit it’s mark with a dull thump.

“You better be fucking gone when I get back,” he hissed and stumbled naked, on shaking legs into the hall and to their shared bathroom.

Dabi’s cackling followed him until the door shut and the lock clicked behind him.

Tomura turned the water on quickly, letting steam cloud the mirror before he jumped under the spray. The only products on the shelves were Dabi’s for the most part with the exception of a store brand bar of soap and some 3 in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Tomura knew he should clean himself more often, but his skin was so fucking raw all the time it hurt to do, so he mostly avoided it unless the smell got really unbearable—or Dabi was painting him in jizz whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to get in and out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have the opportunity to think too hard about the admission his fuck buddy roommate had pulled from him mid blow job. Because if he did—in his post nut, clingy state—he’d most certainly imagine you were with him, tits pressed against his back and your soft, insistent tongue dipping past his lips, tasting like fruit gum and expensive cafe drinks instead of nicotine and cum.

And he really couldn’t handle that. Cause Dabi was right, he had something fucking bad for you and the thought of another rejection loomed large.

When he did towel himself off and shuffle, still naked back into his bedroom Dabi was nowhere to be seen. Tomura’s phone however, was left sitting right next to the jizz stain on his sheets. He frowned at the open balcony door where Dabi was no doubt smoking and snatched the device before tumbling onto the pillows.

He powered it on and scrolled through his notifs before one caught his eyes. You and Dabi were really the only people that ever texted him, but the contact name above this one had changed.

bitch (endearing)

— hey, starting an impromptu round of Smash soon if you’re interested <3

The stupid text heart made his chest throb and he stared at Dabi’s new nickname for you, not even noticing the fucking grin that tugged at his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop the twitching when it pulled too hard at the chapped skin and scrambled for his clothes before shooting a quick confirmation text back. Tomura opted for his only pair of black jeans this time instead of sweats and the least stained sweatshirt he owned.

Dabi peaked around the corner when he heard the clink of Tomura’s keys. The bastard was smoking in just a pair of underwear that left half his ass on display for all the whole fucking street. He smirked, quirking his eyebrows and bringing his hands up to slip his index finger through the circle he made on the other hand in a silent, vulgar gesture.

“Screw off,” Tomura shouted over his shoulder and made for the door.

“Wrap it before you tap it, bro!” Dabi called after him, cut off by the subsequent slamming.

Tomura took the stairs two at a time, pulling out his phone and tucking the hood over his damp hair, this time to hide the growing smile playing at his lips.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x you #tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki x dabi #shigaraki x dabi #shigadabi #bee.writes

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watchingspnagain · 2 years

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Rewatching Born Under a Bad Sign

Welcome to “Annoyed Dean Giving Me Snickers for My Brain Is My Happy Place: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today: s2e14: Born Under a Bad Sign

Dean is frantic because Sammy has been missing for days. When he finally finds him, Sam is bloody but unhurt and has no real memory of his missing days. The boys work together to reconstruct what Sam was up to, and all signs point to him having acted wildly out of character… and having murdered a hunter. Eventually Sam clocks Dean, knocking him out, then goes after Jo in a seriously creepy bit that is some props to JP. As everything comes to a head, we learn that Sam has been possessed by Meg this whole time, Meg!Sam wails on Dean a bit, Dean lands one solid punch on Sam once he’s back to being unpossessed, and Bobby warns the boys that if any hunters catch wind that Sam killed another hunter, they’ll have hunters on their tail who aren’t likely to ask questions first. Then he gives them anti-possession talismans, and the boys take off into the night.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Lor:

aw Dean. all freckles and hunched in the rain and worried

Mace:

YES

Lor:

omg Sammy's soft "hey, dean"

"you bleeding?"

Mace:

ooof

Lor:

nrrrrrff I love it when he big brothers

Mace:

snork

Lor:

the DECORATIONS in these motel rooms

Mace:

Right?!

Lor:

Sammy's ribbed undershirt

Mace:

YES

Dude, this is the third time we’ve watched this episode and I STILL don’t remember what the heck is happening

Lor:

haaaaahahahahaha

I DO but I also am sitting here going "wait? is it or is it the other...?"

"I'm not thinking anything" oh, Dean, you LIAR

Mace:

Winchester Fine: Variations on a Theme

Lor:

YES

Mace:

HA! The dangers of a 15-season show

Lor:

YES

"this guy? you're drinking malt liquor? THIS guy?"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

“po po will be here in five” I LOVE IT

Lor:

"am I speaking Urdu?"

this kid is taking some very cool classes at college

Mace:

the snark on this guy

Lor:

YES

Mace:

HAAAAHAHAHA

god, I want Dean to get impatient and give me that look

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

and then bring me a candy bar

Mace:

YAAASS

Lor:

which I can magically eat bc Cas has fixed all the reasons I can't

Mace:

YESYESYES

Lor:

Dean putting his fist to his mouth

Mace:

YES

Dean, yes, get your fingerprints allll over that body

THINK, McFLY

Lor:

right?

Mace:

HOW am I still not remembering what’s happening here?! Stupid brain.

Lor:

lolol

pets brain. gives it a Snickers

Mace:

YES

Dean’s deep in fix-it mode

Lor:

at least he's wiping things down this time

Mace:

HA!

Lor:

YAS HE IS

it’s very lovely on him

Mace:

and he’s impatient with and so worried about Sammy who’s just shutting down

Lor:

YES

Mace:

a rage-filled Sammy? yes, pls

Lor:

HA! yep

(someone on Tumblr said Sam is all repressed anger and Dean is all repressed fear and I'm kind of obsessed with that read)

Mace:

oh that’s interesting!

Lor:

the look on Dean's face, like, um, whaaaat you doing, Sam?

Mace:

right? Sam saying “I don’t want to hurt you” and he’s doing it right there

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

I love you Sam, but don’t lay this on him

Lor:

"you know I've tried so hard to keep you safe" and you KNOW he's talking about since he was FOUR

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"I can't. I'd rather die" oooooooof

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"what?"

Mace:

“…what?”

oh Dean

Lor:

YES

Mace:

HAHAHA

JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE

Lor:

YES

I love that kind of wee con

Mace:

YES

his arms in that shirt

Lor:

YAAAAS

Dean is actually not more like John than Sam

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

I don't care much for Jo but she does give good "boy, you best stop talking" face

Mace:

Lor:

Jared is good at this. very creepy

Mace:

he IS

Lor:

how did Ellen know this? did John tell her?

Mace:

that’s a very good question

Lor:

bc John doesn't strike me as the type to be like "oh, hey, widow, oh, um, sorry, you're a widow now, I screwed up and got your husband killed"

he couldn't play it that way

Mace:

I agree

Lor:

"are you that scared of being alone?"

I mean. nail on the head a bit, there

Mace:

OOOOF off sides, Sammy

YES

Lor:

THAT was what I couldn't originally remember. I knew he was possessed during the lost time and that we'd see him possessed again, but I couldn't remember if he was the whole time Dean was trying to help him figure out what happened

Mace:

Aha

Lor:

mrf that SMIRK

Mace:

YES

Ugh Jo go home

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

nobody wants you around

Lor:

i just wish she were a better character

Mace:

same

mmmm the stumbling

Mace:

YAS

you are NOT a part of anything, Jo

Lor:

how hard did Jensen say no to having his shirt off in this scene? bc why would you NOT take the shirt off to dress a wound there

Mace:

oh interesting thought

Lor:

BOBBYYYYYYY

Mace:

SMARTY BOBBY

Lor:

YAAAAS

Mace:

never shit a shitter

Lor:

lololol YES

Mace:

i hate the phrase “meat puppet”

Lor:

how do you feel about meat suit?

Mace:

not great. it’s the meat part i don’t like

Lor:

Mace:

it’s just gross

Lor:

it is hard not to think of hamburger

Mace:

exactly

Lor:

gaaah the jerky movement

Mace:

RIGHT?!

ope, look, the beating is showing up on Dean’s face

Lor:

oooof the being attacked by someone who looks like someone you love

YES

Mace:

“you’re worthless” oh DANG

Lor:

YES

Mace:

that hits where it hurts

Lor:

YEP

and the deliberate pushing on the physical wound while delivering the emotional one

Mace:

YEP

the lost look on Sam’s face

Lor:

YES

poor Bobby just looking at the two of them like "did I sign up for this?"

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

"no, sir"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

SUCH a better "no sir" than whenever he calls John sir

Mace:

oh YES

Lor:

respect NOT tinged with fear

Mace:

so now they’re running from The Law and the hunter community

so very OUTSIDE

Lor:

yeeep

Mace:

he watched with his own two hands? that’s talent

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOL

"if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you"

Mace:

YES

“that’s pretty naughty"

Mace:

HAHAHA DEAN

Lor:

"it's pretty naughty" DEAN

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 2x14 #spn #supernatural #meta #spn spoilers #spn 2x14 #watchingspnagain dean's responsible for sam #watchingspnagain demons #watchingspnagain doppelganger attack #watchingspnagain outsiders #watchingspnagain persistent injury #watchingspnagain acting

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rosiehunterwolf · 3 years

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Face the Music

Prompts: Karaoke

Word Count: 5,572

Characters: Cole, Kai, and Jay

Timeline: Between seasons 9 and 10

Trigger Warnings: Brief Mentions of Toxic Parent and Eating Disorder

Summary: If you ask Cole, there are some things in life better left forgotten. Especially embarrassing experiences that you would prefer not to talk about. They certainly shouldn’t be used as blackmail or as entertainment for others, and everyone should just learn to move on. Although maybe his friends aren’t the only ones that need to move on.

Link to read on Fanfiction.Net:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13904278/1/Face-the-Music

Cole burst onto the deck of the Bounty, swinging the door shut behind him. Zane looked up from the control panel, looking startled. “Cole?”

“Zane!” Cole ran over to him, gasping for breath. “Quick, what’s Kai’s cell phone password?”

Zane pulled back, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“Don’t play coy with me, I know you have the passwords for everything programmed into your database! Now hurry, what is it!”

“I never denied that I did, but why would I tell you? That’s confidential information.” Glancing down at the cell phone, he asked, “Does Kai know you have his phone, Cole?”

“Uh… yeah, if it helps you sleep at night.”

Zane crossed his arms. “Cole…”

“Come on, Zane, help a friend out! It’s important!” “Cole, that is not my secret to tell. Unless it is an emergency, you don’t need to know.”

“But it is an emergency!”

“Oh really? Who’s in danger?”

“My pride,” he snapped. “C’mon, Zane, please, what do you want? I’ll do your dishes for a month! Or- or, uh, take patrol duties for the next three weeks. Hey, hey, what about cooking, you like that, right? I’ll buy you some new appliances!”

“Cole, you cannot bribe me-”

“Hey guuuuys,” Kai larked, popping his head through the door and sliding over to Cole. Before he could even react, the master of fire was plucking the phone out of his hands. “I’ll take that, thanks.”

“Give it back!”

“It’s my phone!”

“I didn’t give you permission to take that video!”

Kai batted his eyes innocently. “What video?”

Cole lunged for him. “I will kill you, spike head-”

“Gotta catch me first,” Kai shrilled, neatly ducking his arm and dashing back belowdeck, laughing maniacally.

“Thanks a lot, Zane. Who knows what he’ll do with that now?”

“I don’t understand. What is going on?”

Cole sighed slowly. “He’s got… a video. I need it to be deleted.”

“What kind of video?”

“Seriously Zane? Can’t you take a hint? I obviously don’t want to tell you.”

Zane just stared at him expectantly.

Cole rubbed his face in his hands. I can’t believe I’m doing this. “He still has the video from… from Laughy’s. With the Sons of Garmadon.”

Zane is smiling now, crossing his arms. “I don’t know why you are embarrassed to tell me, Cole. I was there, remember? I saw you sing-”

“Okay, okay, Zane, I get it! Just stop talking about it!”

“I don’t see why talking about it would be an issue-”

Cole lunged forward, pressing a hand over his mouth. “You don’t understand,” he hissed under his breath. “They’re everywhere. They’re obsessed with that video, and they’ve been dangling it over my head ever since we returned from the First Realm. They’re trying to blackmail me!”

“They?”

“Oh yeah, it’s not just Kai- Jay’s in on it too, the jerk. You think you know who your best friend is.”

“Cole, I think you’re overreacting, what could they possibly do with it? Everyone here already saw you sing, it’s fine.”

“You really think Lloyd, Nya and Pix have spared a second thought to think about me after everything they had going on here? I was hoping they had forgotten about it by now, but if Jay and Kai have their way-”

“I’m not going to help you steal Kai’s phone, Cole. If you need me for anything actually important, let me know.”

“This is important,” Cole yelled after him, but Zane was already gone.

Fine, he huffed. If no one is going to help me, I’ll do it myself.

---

“Hey Cole? Kai and Lloyd want me to play Fist-to-Face 3 with them, will you take patrol duty for me tonight?”

“Yeah?” Cole reclined in the kitchen chair, stretching his arms behind his head. “And why would I do that?”

“Oh, I dunno… perhaps because you wouldn’t want a certain… video to accidentally leak…” Jay waggled his phone teasingly in the air.

Cole stood up sharply. “You wouldn’t.”

“I dunno… would I? I guess we’ll find out.”

“Fine, fine, I’m going, I’m going,” Cole grumbled. “Want anything while I’m out?” “We’re almost out of Doritos. And can you get the strawberry Fanta?”

“Are you a heathen? Who drinks the strawberry?”

“It’s not for you,” Jay snapped. “And for your information, it tastes very nice.”

“Whatever. You at least gonna pay me for this, bozo?”

Jay slapped a twenty into his hand. “This is all I got on me. Buy yourself a little somethin’ with the change.”

Cole mock bowed. “Whatever you say, master.”

“Ah, come on, I’m not cruel, come join us when you get back.” As Cole walked out the door, he called after him, “I’ll save you some Bagel Bites!”

Cole rolled his eyes. He didn’t know how he got into situations like this.

He was really starting to hate that stupid video.

---

By the end of the week, which had been filled with similar scenarios, Cole had had it. I’m not going to take this slander anymore! They can’t just push me around like this, I’m the master of earth!

The monastery was buzzing with the chatter of his friends on the hot afternoon. They were all wearing swimsuits, and Lloyd opened the door, leaning out lazily as a wave of hot air wafted into the cool monastery.

“Stop standing there with the door open, nitwit, you’re letting all the hot air in,” Kai snapped, shoving him out the door, nearly sending him to the floor, before Zane caught him by the wrist with his usual lightning reflexes.

“Kai, there is no need to get physical.”

“Can it, Zane, I’m just playing around, right bud?” Kai slung his arm around Lloyd’s shoulder, ruffling his hair.

Lloyd shot him a glare. “Get off of me, you lump, I’m melting here. Are we going swimming or not?”

“Ouch, looks like someone skipped his coffee today. What’s wrong, baby boy, did I hurt your feewings?”

“You wanna get punched? ‘Cause I will not hesitate to punch you.”

“You wanna throw hands with me, bro? I’d prefer not to have a squished pancake as a brother, but if you say so.”

“As soon as I cool down a bit, you are toast.”

“You cool it, mister. Are you forgetting everything amazing I’ve ever done for you?”

“Don’t mind him,” Nya called to Kai, coming over to elbow Lloyd from the other side. “He gets grumpy when he’s hot.”

“I hate you both.”

Zane sighed. “I swear, it’s like the heat is melting their brains.”

Nya shrugged. “They must have like, low heat tolerance or something. Don’t ask me why they always get so loopy like this.”

“Hey, it’s like 100 degrees, don’t blame me if I’m a little uncomfortable!” Lloyd snapped, his words slurring slightly.

“Yeah, bud, even I think you’re starting to get to be a little much now. Come on, let’s get you in the water.”

As the team shuffled out the door, Jay turned back to face him. “Hey, Cole, aren’t you coming swimming with us?”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute, just give me a sec.”

Jay shrugged, and Cole waited for a moment, until he heard the door click.

Finally! I thought they’d never leave.

Hurrying down the hallway, he popped his head into the bathroom, where Kai and Jay had just thrown their clothes into a pile on the floor when they had changed. Getting on his knees, he dug through it and pulled out Jay’s shorts, extracting his cell from it. Pulling a slip of paper out from his pocket, he quickly typed the numbers in, and…

The phone unlocked.

Cole broke into a grin, praising Jay’s inability to remember passwords and always writing them down somewhere where a very desperate earth ninja could find them.

He opened the camera app and deleted the video.

There. Halfway done.

Kai’s phone wasn’t in his pocket, so he snuck over to his room and found it charging on the nightstand. Biting his lip, he pulled out his phone and glanced at the camera footage he had captured the previous night.

It showed a bird’s eye view of the living room, and Kai was sitting on the couch, watching TV. As he reached for his phone, Cole zoomed in on the device and watched carefully as he typed in the code.

Okay. Cole repeated the same code on Kai’s phone.

Incorrect Passcode.

Cole felt panic flare inside him. What were the chances that Kai had changed his password in the one night since he’d filmed this?

“It didn’t work because I have one of those fingerprint ones, too.”

Cole whips around to see Kai standing in the doorway, Jay hovering behind him. “Jay told me you were lingering, and I just got a feeling, y’know? That you were up to something.”

Cole huffed, tossing him the phone. “Why won’t you just delete it, Kai? This has gone on for long enough.”

“I like the video, Cole. It puts a smile on my face on the… hard days.”

“Oh, spare me the pity card. I know plenty well that you have more than enough other ways to keep yourself entertained.”

“What about Jay?” Kai grabbed the lightning ninja by the shoulders, shaking him gently. “Think of your friend, Cole. He has no sense of entertainment, he needs something to keep him going.”

“Excuse me-”

“Oh please,” Cole snorted. “Stick Jay on Youtube and he’ll be entertained for hours. He gets distracted way too easily.”

“Oh come on, Cole, this is way better than Jay’s stupid cat videos-”

“I do not watch cat videos!”

“Don’t lie to me, zaptrap, you’re lame.”

“Dude, who’s side are you on?”

“Look guys, I don’t have time for this. Just delete the video, and we can be done with this whole thing.”

“No, that’s not how this is going to work. You’re going to go outside with the others, and forget this whole thing ever happened. Otherwise, this little video might end up on the internet.”

“What?” Cole shrieked. “You can’t do that, dude, it’s an invasion of my privacy!”

“Last time I checked, this was a video of Rocky Dangerbuff, not you. Is it you in this video, Cole?”

Cole felt his face heat as he scowled at them, and Kai and Jay burst into laughter.

Kai slapped a hand on his back. “If it makes you feel any better, it wouldn’t have worked anyway. You really think we’re dumb enough to keep the only copies of the video on our phones? You’d be searching for hours to delete all traces of it.”

Cole balked at him. “Seriously? How many copies did you make?”

Jay grinned. “You forgot this wasn’t a solo operation, dirtclod. I’m the tech guy around here. There’s no way you’ll be able to override my programming.”

Cole groaned, putting his face in his hands. “I hate you guys.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for, right?” Kai laughed. “C’mon, dude, it’s hot, let’s go swim.” Cole reluctantly followed them out the door, grumbling.

“This won’t go on forever, you guys. Sooner or later, I’m gonna find a way to stop you.”

Kai laughed. “We’ll see about that, Cole, we’ll see.”

---

“Are you sure this is really something I wanna be getting involved in?” The nindroid asked, her glowing green eyes scanning the monitor screen.

“It’ll be fine, Pix, I promise. They might be a little annoyed at first, but within a couple days, they’ll have completely moved on to something else to make fun of. All you have to do is get rid of one measly video for me.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it that, exactly. Jay went pretty deep with this program. But I think I’ve located the source material.”

“And?” Cole asked, placing his hands on the table and leaning forward. “Does that mean you can delete all the data?”

“Yes. Every known record of it developed into the Bounty’s database will be erased.”

“Do it, quick!”

Pixal turned to the computer again, and Cole held his breath as her fingers flew over the keys for a moment. Then, she pulled back.

“Is it done? Did you do it?”

“Yes. It’s gone.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Cole sighed, slouching against the wall. “I’m so glad that’s finally over. Pix, you’re a lifesaver.”

A small smile played on her lips. “I do what I can.”

“Well, you’ve just saved me a lot of trouble. I owe ya one.”

“We’ll see. Anyways, if we’re done here, I’m going to go help Zane work on those hull repairs to the Bounty.”

“Thanks, Pix.”

When he walked down to the kitchen for dinner that night, for the first time in weeks he didn’t feel a constant dread hanging over his head.

---

The relief didn’t last long.

It was only the evening of the next day when Kai came marching into his room, Jay on his heels. Cole glanced over at them nonchalantly from where he was laying across his bed, reading a Starfarer comic. “Can I help you?”

“You know what you did, stop acting so innocent.”

Cole grinned, stretching. “What can I say, bro, I outplayed you.”

“You could never,” Jay snorted. “You had help!”

“Hey, two against one was never a fair game. Let’s just say I was evening the odds a little bit.”

“Who helped you?” Kai hissed, pointing at him. “Spill, now!” “Sorry fellas, but I’ve sworn to secrecy. You’ll have to find your information elsewhere.”

“It has to be either Nya, Pixal, or Zane,” Jay insisted. “Nya’s the only one with the advanced enough technical skills to be able to override me, and Zane and Pixal are attached to the system, so they can get pretty much anything they want with enough computer skills.”

Kai rolled his eyes. “Great job, sparky, now we've eliminated it down to three out of the four possible suspects. What amazing deduction skills.”

“Hey, I don’t see you doing any better! And it’s actually three out of five. We know it’s not Master Wu, either.”

Both Kai and Cole raised an eyebrow at that.

“Jay, you’re joking. Master Wu. Helped Cole. Delete a blackmail video?”

Cole snorted. “Zaptrap, if Wu ever found out about what was going on, he’d give us a stern lecture, make us meditate for a few hours, then, probably like, stick us on patrol duty for the rest of the night or something.”

“Shut up! Look, it doesn’t matter, alright? If you just tell us who it is, we’ll leave you alone.”

“Fat chance.” Cole got up out of bed and strolled past them, towards the door. “You don’t have anything against me anymore. That blackmail’s not gonna work anymore.”

“Who told you that?”

Cole stopped, turning towards Kai slowly. “What?”

“Who told you we didn’t have access to the video anymore?”

Cole gaped, glancing back and forth between Kai and Jay. “What!? That’s impossible, she-” he bit his lip sharply, cursing himself. “I mean… we deleted all copies of the video. How could you still have it?”

“Aha!” Jay gasped, pointing at him. “Did you hear that? He said she! Which means we’ve narrowed it down to Pixal or Nya!”

Cole ignored him, narrowing his eyes at Kai. “You’re bluffing. You don’t have the video.”

“Oh yeah? Jay, you still have it?”

The blue ninja stuck a hand into his pocket, and, pulling it out, flashed a small blue object between his fingers. Cole looked closer, and felt his stomach drop as he recognized what it was- a flash drive.

“Yep, it’s all in here! Even the most advanced computer codes will do nothing to reach our backup. Looks like you’ve run out of luck again, Cole.”

“Are you kidding me? This is impossible!”

“Come on, Cole- all we want to do is have a little fun with it. Let us keep the video, and we’ll leave you alone.”

“And if I try to get rid of it again?”

“Oh, I dunno, maybe it could find its way… onto social media.”

Cole nearly choked. “Kai! You wouldn’t!”

“Keep your nose out of it, and I won’t! C’mon, Jay, we’re done here.”

Cole flopped back down onto his bed. Social media. Kai couldn’t put the video on the internet. It would be all over the city by morning.

He had said he wouldn’t do it if Cole stopped trying to get rid of the video, but Cole didn’t trust that one bit. Now that the idea was planted in his head, Cole was afraid he could do it at any time.

There was no question about it. He had to destroy that flash drive.

---

Kai and Jay were out on the last evening patrol.

This was the time.

Glancing down the hallway to make sure no one was there, he eased open the door to Kai’s room and slipped inside.

He was fairly certain they would’ve kept the flash drive in Kai’s room, specifically to throw him off after he had seen Jay holding it earlier. Also, Kai’s room, while still a mess, wasn’t as bad as Jay’s, so Cole much preferred to search his, anyways.

But it was still going to be more difficult than he had hoped, he realized with a groan as he glanced around the room.

Kai’s bed had a small stack of comic books and magazines strewn across it, with more on the nightstand and even a few on the floor. His laundry had been mostly shoved into a corner, but a few lone shirts and socks had been left randomly. Most of his stuff appeared to be in bins that had been stuffed under the bed and in the corners, but there appeared to be no order to what was in them, just a hag-tag of random junk, save for one crate in the corner which was full to the brim with various weapons, leaving several of them spilling out just asking for a sliced toe in the morning.

The worst was the dresser, though- there were several hair products lined up, even though Cole knew he already had more than enough in the bathroom, a handful of letters, only a couple of them opened, some more comics, a couple empty cups, and enough earrings and other jewelry to last him a lifetime. Cole never understood why he needed so many. Sure, Kai had a ton of piercings, more than the rest of them combined, but Cole swore he had never seen him even wear half of these. Kai had almost as much jewelry, (or, as he liked to call it, “bling”) as he did hair products, which was really saying something.

Sighing, Cole walked over to search through one of the bins that looked like it may have had the techy stuff in it- or at least, the somewhat mechanical stuff- maybe- or, actually, not really, he had absolutely no idea what kind of system Kai had going on here.

Reaching in, he pulled out a tablet, a flashlight, a spare video game controller, a baseball cap, a worn stuffed dragon, a barrette that he was pretty sure belonged to Skylor- Cole blushed at that one, shoving the box away. These things were Kai’s. There could likely be things in here he didn’t want Cole to see.

He wasn’t trying to snoop, though- all he wanted to do was find the flash drive, and leave.

Turning away, Cole began to sift through another bin. A sword- small and uneven, but fairly solid- this one wrapped away with much more care than the others- had a label scribbled on that read “Kai’s first sword.” A photograph, ripped down the middle, the remaining side with a very young Kai hugging an even younger Nya, and a ripped shawl stained with blood that had never come out-

Cole jumped back. Okay, so maybe there was some sort of order to these boxes. And that one was none of his business. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to look any further, anyway. He didn’t doubt that Kai and Nya had been reserved about their lives before meeting them for a reason.

Cole was beginning to feel guilt weight down on his chest already, cold and heavy. He shouldn’t have seen that. He shouldn’t have seen any of this. He was blatantly disrespecting one of his closest friend’s privacy just to delete some stupid video he was embarrassed about.

I should go.

As he sped towards the door, he tripped over something and fell to the ground with a thump. Turning back, he saw it was a book that he had set aside while pulling things out of the bin, having spilled open after he tripped on it, allowing him to see that it wasn’t a book at all, but a photo album.

It was open to a page where Cole had his arm slung around a very grumpy-looking Kai, ruffling his hair, with Jay and Lloyd bent over laughing in the background. It was followed by a bunch of pictures of Kai with the worst bed hair Cole had ever seen- desperately reaching towards the camera, presumably to strangle whoever was snapping photos. Occasionally, one of the other ninja would pop in, holding him back for the photographer, or posing goofily next to the groggy fire ninja.

Cole felt a grin spread over his face. He remembered that day, when Kai had stayed up so late playing video games that he had forgotten about his hair in the morning- and the whole team had been more than eager to take advantage of the one time the fire ninja wasn’t looking so attractive. Kai had threatened to murder them in their sleep, but he had been laughing through it all, too.

That’s the same thing happening here, Cole realized. I’m being a baby about this. They’re just playing around with me. Like I haven’t done the same to them a thousand times.

Cole neatly closed the book and slid it back into a bin, leaving the room with his heart feeling significantly lighter.

It hadn’t been a moment too soon, either, as when he was walking down the hallway, he passed Kai and Jay returning from patrol.

“Everything okay, Cole?” “I’m fine,” he said quickly, too quickly. Luckily, Jay didn’t seem to notice. Kai raised his eyebrow slightly but didn’t press the issue. “Whatcha’ up to?”

“Just heading to bed.”

“Sweet dreams, little glow worm.”

Jay burst into snickers, and Kai grinned wickedly. Cole put his face in his hands, and brushed past them. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t quite as over this as he thought.

---

The next morning, he was awoken by a knock on his bedroom door. Pulling on a tank top, he opened the door to find Zane standing there.

“What’s up?”

The nindroid had an apologetic look on his face, holding up his cell phone. “Have you checked social media yet?”

“No, why?”

“Kai posted your karaoke video.”

“He what?!” Cole shrieked, ripping the phone out of his hand. There, right under Kai’s grinning profile picture, was the video of him singing at Laughy’s.

“That dumbass,” Cole cried, flopping back onto his bed. “Do you know how bad this is? And it’s not just any old social media account, it’s Kai’s. The guy has like, seven million followers on Ninjagram, and almost as many on Chirp and ChatSnap. This will ruin me.”

“I’m sorry, Cole. I didn’t think he would do this.”

“I didn’t either. He promised he wouldn’t, as long as I didn’t try to delete the data!”

“...Didn’t you, though?”

Cole glowered at him. “Well, maybe, technically, I did, but he didn’t catch me! How would he know?”

“Cole, what kind of ninja headquarters would this be if we didn’t have security cameras?”

“Shit! Why would he be checking that? Oh, I’m never going to forgive him for this.”

“Cole, forgive me, but I think you’re overreacting a little. Sure, it’ll probably get a few laughs, but in a couple hours, everyone will have moved onto the next thing. You’ll be fine.”

“You don’t know that! I’m not just like some random cat video, I’m a famous ninja! Pretty much everyone knows about me, they’re going to linger on this for a while, trust me.”

“Cole,” Zane said patiently, amusement sparkling in his voice. “I think you’ll survive. Come have some breakfast, that always makes you feel a little better.”

Cole opened his mouth to argue, but Zane was already walking out of the room, so Cole reluctantly followed.

Cole sat down at the table, glaring down into his lap, as Zane slipped him a plate of waffles. He couldn’t even make it all the way through his meal before Kai and Jay inevitably showed up.

“Hey Cole,” Kai smiled, “wonderful morning, isn’t it?”

“You shut your dumb mouth,” Cole snapped. “I don’t even want to look at you.”

“Woah, someone’s feisty.”

“I saw what you did! I can’t believe you did that.”

“I can’t believe you went through my stuff,” Kai barked back, and, despite himself, Cole felt himself flinch. “I was just upholding my side of the agreement.”

“Hey, Cole,” Jay interjected. “Look on the bright side. You’re practically famous! The video already has five million views!”

“I’m already famous, you moron, which, in this situation, makes it even worse.”

Jay blinked, obviously not expecting the hostility of his response. “Cole, chill, it’s just a-”

“Hey guys!” Cole looked up to see Lloyd, Nya, and Pixal walking in. Lloyd grinned as he caught sight of Cole’s plate. “Aww, Zane, you made waffles? Did you buy-”

“Yes, Lloyd, there is plenty of whip cream.”

“I’m just checking! It wouldn’t be the first time I was a few minutes late and some hogs ate all the whip cream.” He shot a glare at Jay, who shrugged nonchalantly.

“Ya snooze, ya lose, green machine. It’s not my fault you have no sense of timing.”

“I have plenty of sense of timing! I’m just…”

“Easily distracted,” Nya chimed in.

“Am not! You were just as distracted as I was!” “You’re the one who showed it to me just as we were trying to go to breakfast!” “Well, you didn’t have to watch it, you could’ve just walked away!”

“How could I not? That one’s a keeper-”

“What are you two on about?” Kai laughed.

“There’s this video blowing up on the internet-” Pixal began.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Cole groaned. He glared at Kai. “Now look what you’ve done. You’ve gotten them-” he pointed an accusatory finger at Lloyd and Nya- “laughing at it too.”

“More like them and the rest of Ninjago-”

“Seriously? I can’t with you,” Cole fumed, then promptly spun around and stormed off to his bedroom, locking the door. He flopped onto his bed face first and yelled into his pillow.

He had wanted to laugh this whole thing off. He really had. But how was he expected to be chill when it was all over the internet?

Part of him was just angry with himself, though. Why did he let this rile him up so much? Why was he so upset? Zane was right, it was just another random video, wasn’t it?

Why was it the end of the world if people saw him sing?

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“Back straighter, Cole.”

Cole flinched at the hit before it came, and the man rolled his eyes. “How do you expect to ever perform well if you can’t even have good posture?”

“I’m trying dad, but I’m tired. We’ve been doing this for hours. Can I go have lunch now?”

“It’s not time for that yet, Cole. First, we need to work on this piece more. Now, start again, from measure twenty-one.

He shuffled through the pages of music, and as he began to sing, all he could imagine was that stern face peering down at him, and all of a sudden his voice was coming out wobbly.

“Tone shape, Cole! You need to keep a consistent tone. Don’t let it sound wavery and messy.”

Cole’s stomach growled loudly, and he flinched at the look on his father’s face. “Please, dad, I’ll be able to concentrate more if I’ve eaten.”

“Fifteen minutes,” his father snapped. “Then right back to work.”

Cole remembered running to the kitchen, worried there wouldn’t be enough time, and eating as much food as he could manage. But it had been too much, his father would be angry with him, what was he going to do-

He had thrown most of it up in the bathroom later that night.

“Cole, you need to try harder. Singing and dancing of just “average” quality aren’t going to cut it when you become part of the next generation of the Royal Blacksmiths.”

“But dad, I don’t want to be a Royal Blacksmith. I don’t even like to sing.”

“Nonsense! This is a family legacy, boy! Do you wish to break such noble tradition just because you weren’t willing to work hard enough?”

“...No, dad.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, back to work.”

---

A knock. “Hey, Cole, can I come in?”

Cole pulled his face out of the pillow, frantic to find it wet. He quickly wiped at his eyes before getting to his feet and trodding to the door, unlocking it and opening it slowly. Kai stood there.

Great.

“What do you want?”

To his surprise, the red ninja flinched. “Can we talk?”

Cole turned and laid across his bed. “What’s there to talk about?”

Kai took a seat on the edge of the bed, keeping his distance from Cole. “Are you… are you actually angry about this? Like, for real? I thought we were joking around.”

Cole didn’t answer, merely grunting into his pillow.

Kai hesitantly scooted a little closer. “I’m sorry. I would’ve stopped if I knew it was making you so uncomfortable. I really wish you had said something about it.”

Cole shrugged. “Well, I didn’t.”

“I’ll take it down, if you want.”

“What?”

“Like, I know it’s too late now,” he said hurriedly, “and that a bunch of people have already seen it, that I’m not fixing my mistake by doing this, but- I can take the video offline now, so at least no one else sees it.”

Cole was about to thank him, when a sudden urge flowed over him. “Y’know what,” he said, sitting up, “No.”

“Huh?” “Don’t bother,” Cole told him. “It’s no big deal. It’s just some stupid video.”

“I thought you were upset.”

“I was. And still am, a little, if I’m being honest. But I’m tired of spending so much time worrying about what others think of me. It’s exhausting, and no fun. It’s time I started thinking about how I view myself.”

“Are you sure? Because I know you hate singing-”

“I don’t, though. I used to like it.”

“What happened?”

Cole shrugged halfheartedly. “Let’s just say… my dad didn’t make the right decisions. Pushed me too hard to be something I wasn’t. Kind of hard to enjoy singing with him barking over my shoulder about it every spare second. Basically sucked all the joy out of it.”

Kai swung his feet back and forth. “That sounds rough. I wonder if my dad would’ve been anything like that, if he… if he’d stayed.”

“You were forced, in a way, too. Forced to grow up too quickly, to raise your sister on your own.”

“Yeah, I guess I was.” He shot him a small grin, although Cole could tell it was forced. “We’re alike in that way.”

“I wish we weren't,” Cole sighed. “No one deserves to go through that.”

Kai laughed dryly. “I learned a long time ago that life’s never been fair.”

“Have you talked to your dad at all, recently?”

“...Not really. I mean, apart from letting him know we were alive and stuff… after the First Realm.”

“Maybe you should reach out to him. Before it’s too late.”

“I know, I know… but I’m not really sure if I want to. I don’t know if that makes me sound like an awful person, but… he was never there for me. They were never there. I know it wasn’t their fault, but… it still stings. Those years, before I came here, were some of the hardest of my life. And I was just a kid! How was I… how was I supposed to…”

“It’s okay,” Cole put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close. “I’m not sure if I want to forgive my father, either.”

“I wouldn’t blame you. What kind of person treats their kid like that? Judges them so harshly? Oh gosh, why didn’t you say something, Cole, I’m really sorry about that video.”

“I told you, it’s fine. You guys aren’t my father. I know you won’t judge me for my quirks. And, if you want to laugh at me, if the people of Ninjago want to laugh at me, that’s fine. So I’m weird. So I sing stupid songs about glow worms and sing out of key and put on really, really bad disguises. You can tease me all you want, but really, you love me for it, and I’m done doubting that. That’s what true family does.”

Kai smiled sadly at him. “I’m sorry that you didn’t find that out sooner, Cole. You’re an amazing person, and you deserve a family who will treat you like one.”

Cole smiled, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “I already have one.”

#ninjago #ninbingo #my fic #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #not 100% sure how I feel about this one...#it didn't turn out exactly how I planned but that's writing for ya #but while working on another project I accidentally discovered how much I like writing Cole and Kai interactions #so i had to do it at least once for the bingo #hope you enjoyed!#rosie writes

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4x10: Heaven and Hell

Then:

TFW needed a little work before they got it right

Now:

We start off right where we left off in the last episode. The angels are here for Anna. She has to die.

Uriel attacks Ruby and Dean tries to stop it. Cas starts walking towards Sam, and despite Sam’s pleas, he boops him into unconsciousness. Suddenly there’s lights and Uriel and Cas are zapped to places unknown. (Cas’s wings in the flash...emotion hearts). They find Anna with a ridiculously severe wrist wound and a mysterious sigil on the mirror written in her blood. She sent them away.

They hide Anna away at Bobby’s. Dean and Ruby bond over hex bags. It’s almost cute.

Um, Bobby’s not home because he’s in the Dominican (and I just Googled “Hedonism and Dominican” ... probably shouldn’t have). Anyway, Sam’s got exposition on Anna. This bought of psychosis isn’t her first. When she was a toddler, she was convinced her real father was “very mad -- like wanted-to-kill-her mad.” Anna interrupts their little chat.

Sam asks her why the angels want her. She has no clue. She’s upset that her parents are dead and her life has been turned upside-down. They need to find out what her deal is.

Enter PAM!

(I know I’m technically not supposed to like that bit of sexual harassment but her exchange with Sam is SO funny and cute. He’s so earnest and they play the victim card with her, but she ain’t having it and she’s going to have some fun at Sam’s expense. And Dean’s smile at the end, JOY.)

Pam introduces herself to Anna and sets to hypnotizing her. She asks about Anna’s father and Anna freaks out. Dean tries intervening and gets knocked out. Pam wakes her and Anna remembers who she is. “I’m an angel.”

Pam and Ruby are side-eyeing this “friendly” angel. Turns out Anna was Cas and Uriel’s boss in angel-land. She disobeyed, which is the worst thing an angel can do (WEEPS for future Cas.) She ripped out her grace and fell to Earth. Now Heaven and Hell want her. She’s determined to get her grace back.

“So you’e just going to take some devine bong hit, and shazam, you’re Roma Downey?” Ah, Dean, you do have a way with words (Also, dude loves pop culture SO much that Touched By an Angel is on his radar. BLESS THIS BOY.)

Sam remembers reading about a meteor about 9 months before Anna was born and Ruby responds, “You’re pretty buff for a nerd.” Get a room, you two.)

For Real Life Jesus They’re Cute Science:

Ruby apologizes for getting Sam involved with this war. She’s afraid of Alistair too. He’s no joke in Hell. She tells Sam he should send Alistair back to Hell, but he’s got to practice to do it. Sam refuses.

Anna’s star gazing when Dean returns from taking Pamela home. Dean asks Anna why the angels saved him. Dean then asks why she would want to be human. He lists all the bad things about the human condition, and she lists all the good.

Ultimately, it’s the emotions of being human that matter so much to her. Obedience and emotionless faith is overrated. Only 4 angels have ever laid eyes on God (Well...five now!) Anna complains about watching over Earth, waiting for order from a father who might never return, and Dean laughs and laughs. I really love how Anna’s story shifted to Cas. Dean and Anna give each other looks, but Sam, in all his glory, interrupts. He’s found something!

They head off for a tree in Kentucky that is probably the place where Anna’s grace fell.

They get to the tree and Anna can sense that it’s not there anymore. Someone took it.

Later, Anna’s listening to Angel Radio and hears the angels say that if the Winchesters don’t turn over Anna, they’ll throw Dean back in Hell. Dean is speechless, but Sam wants to know what kind of weapon works on an angel. Dean’s in freak out mode --they need to find an answer.

Later, Dean’s reading a book by flashlight and Anna approaches him to thank him for all that they’ve done. He brushes her sentiment aside. She ponders the thought that she doesn’t deserve to be saved (AND I need to stop and talk about how this parallels Cas in Purgatory...he thanks Dean for everything, he believed he didn’t deserve to be saved. BLAF. And Dean and Anna are more canon than Dean and Cas? I think not.)

Dean lets slip that there’s something he deeply regrets as well, and Anna takes the opportunity to reveal that she knows what he did last summer - er, in Hell. He crumbles when she tells him to forgive himself. (Narrator voice: and then he spent ten more years failing to do exactly that.)

“You are not alone,” she tells him and I remember why I like her (before a later plot twist scrubs her away). Anna MAKES A MOVE and kisses him. It IS their last night on Earth, after all. (I quietly eat the script pages for “Free to be you and me” while simultaneously high-fiving Anna for her excellent taste.)

Cut to a montage of Impala sex which cuts out all the bits of sex in a car where you’re crammed in a corner awkwardly trying to get off your clothes without kicking the other person. Anna touches Castiel’s handprint, laying her own over the lines of his fingerprints. And I know that it was likely just a way to set up the Dean-is-connected-to-Heaven parallels in this brief shining moment when both boys actually had non-dead love interests at the same time. But MAN it sure cuts me open now.

Ruby watches Sam sleep, then heads out to a crossroads. She burns her protective hex bag and Alistair appears.

Ruby offers to give up Anna in return for her and the Winchesters’ safety. Alistair has another proposal…

Uriel greets Dean back in the barn. Dean looks confused for a moment before he realizes that Uriel has invaded his dream so they can have a little chat. Commander Cas isn’t around - “You see, he has this weakness. He likes you.” Uriel reveals that he has Anna’s grace. But nya nya nya he won’t give it back.

We cut to Ruby, naked and strapped down as this show is wont to do with its demon women. Alistair tortures her with the demon knife. She refuses to tell him where Anna is...but she will show him.

Back in the barn during waking hours, Dean drinks his feelings until the doors burst open and Uriel and Castiel arrive.

Sam demands to know how the angels found them, and Castiel glances meaningfully at Dean.

Anna realizes the deal that must have been brokered: herself in exchange for Sam’s safety. We experience many sad close-ups of Dean’s self-hatred and it HURTSSSS. Anna kisses Dean and assures him that he’s forgiven.

Anna’s ready to face the angels at last. Cas apologizes, but she brushes it aside. “You don’t know the feeling.” First of all, Anna, rude.

For This Town Ain’t Big Enough for the Both of Us Science:

Alistair shows up in the barn with his demon goons. The Winchesters, Anna, and Ruby skedaddle to the fringes of the barn, leaving the angels and demons to posture toxically at each other.

Fisticuffs ensue! Alistair pins Cas, growling Latin at him until Dean whacks him in the head. Anna takes advantage of the fight to have her Ariel moment.

She orders everyone to close their eyes as her own fire consumes her. It blasts Alistair away, and Castiel gently pulls Uriel away as well. Everyone congratulates themselves for their excellent plan to pit the demons and angels against each other.

Later, Sam and Dean recap their feelings at the Impala.

For Rural Roads Science:

Dean brings up something Alistair said during the fight - that he “had promise.” I finally remember during this rewatch that Dean’s been denying what happened in Hell all along. Dean starts to talk. “It wasn’t four months,” he begins. “It was more like forty years. They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you-- Until there was nothing left. And then suddenly I would be whole again. Like magic. Alistair at the end of every day - every one - he would come over . He would make me an offer to take me off the rack if I put souls on. If I started to torture. And every day I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For thirty years, I told him. But then I couldn’t do it anymore, Sammy.”

“I got off that rack - god help me I got right off it - and I started ripping ‘em apart.” The weight of the torture he inflicted presses down on him. Sam tries to reassure him, but Dean continues to rip out our hearts and leave them cold and gathering refuse in the gutter. “How I feel? This inside me. I wish I couldn’t feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.”

Dean Quotechester Deserved Better:

Any chance I can dick over an angel, I'm taking it

What do they want me for? Why did they save me?

Feelings are overrated, if you ask me

When you got Godzilla and Mothra on your ass, best to get out of their way and let them fight

I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing

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Not Me Live Blogging - Episodes 6 - 10

Previously: Episodes 1 - 5

Rewarding myself for doing 30 minutes of schoolwork with these ~13 minute parts lmao the ratio of work : Not Me is 2:1.

Episode 6 (Mar 18, 2022)

6-1

Sitting here unable to determine whether this is real fr or one of Gumpa's trainings

Woah, Sean's "Don't hurt my friend!" So White immediately comes over when he realizes Sean's in danger and Sean defending him... interesting

Okay but why would White spill, like just say fake shit... like there's one more guy who orders us around, we don't know anything about him, or two more people and one of them's a girl and here's this fake name or literally anything that's not the truth but not so fake that, if the people were like okay call them, they wouldn't be just able to call someone from the gang or smth

Anyway, as soon as he said it and I heard someone say dang it, Black or whatever, I took a 30 minute break from watching lol. Nothing hurts more than watching friends' betrayal. I wonder how this'll affect their gang dynamics. Would the old Black have done this? White said he'd leave Sean for dead in a real life situation but instead he betrayed others for him, kind of? Ack, I wanna know but I don't wanna actually watch it.

Holy shit White's "I did it just to save you. Your life is worth more than you think!" with tears down his cheeks

So like everybody's extremely suspicious now, right? They don't quite trust Black anymore? Also, I do wonder if White's wrong that Black never spoke about having a twin; it's not like he knows his brother well

You could not pay me enough to be in that room right now with all this tenseness

"You don't see like the same person. The Black I used to know." Dude, will they figure it out by the end of this ep? I'd be pleasantly surprised if at least one person for sure does, even if they keep the secret

Drunk Sean cute >.<

Intense conversation about how much you want your frenemy to live... thoroughly enjoyed it

Edit after watching the episode: There's this comment on r/boyslove discussion of episode 6 that gives more context about White's crossing road analogy. Wild that the episode was released on the same day something like that was being discussed.

6-2

The intense acting for Sean is quite good; a good portrayal of anger and anguish without it being too over the top or stilted

White witnessing Sean's nightmares and then Sean seeking to cuddle/hide against him is so intimate and something that can cause me so much damage. Not to mention that seeing him in this state of vulnerability is a secret White's keeping for him.

Followed by bickering in the morning, exactly, so true

Dang, the friends are so chill with each other now. Did you guys discuss what the actual procedure would be if somebody got caught fr?

6-3

Is this fingerprint thing gonna come to haunt Sean

Sean wearing the mask really makes you notice the ruthless eyes

Y'know, I wonder if they could've gotten away with just regular blue masks this time, like White grabbed a lab coat or whatever anyway, might've just had the mask to complete the outfit and you could maybe get away with not being suspicious while wearing that

"Can't you give me a little encouragement?" ngl, hearing this surprised me in this situation. woahh vulnerability

No truly, Sean vulnerable near White is sooo good to me

Dude, this Yok and Gram talking about their love lives (or rather just crushes/feelings) while waiting to cause extreme chaos is suchhh a good scene.

Also, I know Gram said Yok doesn't know who Gram has a crush on but I'm assuming that's because Gram doesn't wanna be interrogated and it is, in fact, Black. C'mon, please, his whole spiel lined up with it being Black. Or maybe he's talking about Eugene lmfao

Although, as an aside, Gram/Yok have so much chemistry too? Maybe they can have a little fling, a little smooch, before they end up with their main ships

I've been focusing more on the characters and their relationships because that's generally my favourite part of shows, so I guess I should talk a bit about the plot as well. I think this is a poorly thought out plan on Sean's part because customers won't necessarily uniformly boycott Tawi's products. I assume they'll be upset because Tawi should've tighter control, better quality assurance (and I mean... they still could. After all this fiasco, Tawi's company could ensure the quality of everything and find out that there's bitterness) but if it becomes public knowledge that someone sabotaged the drinks, wouldn't it gain Tawi sympathy as well? Like oh, I guess people are trying to tear him down. If we know anything from seeing how people react to Jeff Bezos, Elon Musk, etc, it's that people can have overflowing empathy for them lmfao. Anyway, who knows if White'll even follow through since he's been so against the whole thing.

6-4

There is something seriously wrong with Yok, bless him

White, what are you planning...

Sean, delete the CCTV footage before you go T.T

What does it say on the door? Some sort of exit?

Woah, what an intense, somewhat surreal ending. We know Sean's upset with him and I was anticipating a confrontation, maybe some tussling, but not full on hit him on the head with the helmet + strangulation, holy shit. Off and Gun both did great in that scene

I fully get Sean's anger though, like we did alllll of this and risked everything and you backed out? I wonder what White did with the identical container + the photos ?? And why isn't he saying why he'd independently changed the plans?

I've mentioned the gradual vulnerability between the two but Sean and White have also clashed at every moment, even amongst the vulnerability, and I'm hooked by that too. I wanna see how they'll overcome it

White I wanna know what you did !!! My only guess right now is that he's taking proof pictures to show that if we wanted, we COULD have poisoned you or done who knows what because Tawi's company is shit at what they do and they don't care about customers? But again, who's to say it wouldn't have been checked after all this commotion to ensure that the product wasn't tempered with?

lmfao White's been through so much, I wonder if Black's feeling the effects of being beat the shit out of while in his coma

Next is episode 7, is that the one where there's some pride stuff? I've seen some gifs of it and seen it referred to as Under The Flag scene. I'll look forward to it.

I think thus far, the show has done a remarkably good job of making you care about all the characters and their little offshoot relationships with each other.

Also, people said the romance is extremely slow in this, which is true for Dak/Yok and Gram/Black (if this one happens) but there are so many Sean/White moments? They had and continue to have a tumultuous relationship, White is hiding who he really is, they're very slowing becoming more vulnerable to each other and we also get like the bed-sharing scenes; personally, I'm satisfied with the pace so far. I'm waiting Gram/Black to happen but who knows when Black'll wake up, so the slowness of that makes sense. The Dan/Yok part I do wish was a bit quicker but that's mostly because I want to know what everybody loves about them because they're like a small blip on my radar; I like Gram/Nuch better than them and they're exes.

Episode 7 (Mar 18, 2022)

7-1

The first scene continues to be intense and finally White revealed his plan. What he said was all true and we the audience are supposed to have seen the flaws in Sean's plan but I love a blinded-by-rage consumed-by-need-for-revenge character, so I get Sean's reaction as well

Me watching Gram checking up on White knowing GramBlack isn't gonna happen: ;-;

Yok's wild fr I know I say this every episode but him just joking about how they can land sooo many years in prison + teasing about how Sean's plan sucked

Holy shit, okay this actually just got a few times more interesting. Thus far, stuff has been fairly surface level with some ideological butting heads with gang vs White but now, Yok and his mom's disagreement is actually interesting. Yok wants to promote disabled people's rights but his actions have direct negative impact on his mom's work. His mother disapproves of what he's doing (though she doesn't know it). We get to see how the gang's actions have affected ordinary people, even when White tried to minimize the damage

7-2

Why are they wearing the same masks as when they go commit crimes and Gram being like "Black, we did it!" in this crowd alkjdf esp when they were throwing out names in the factory, too T.T Be careful, kids

and then them taking off his damn mask as well while everybody else is masked up, oh brother

This show/White focuses so little on actually following up with what happened to Black that only hearing Eugene talking about Black being like "I can be killed any moment" reminded me that White's whole reason for being here is to find out what happened to him

I want Black to wake up because I wanna see how Gun pulls it off

Damn wtf Eugene said she kissed Gram but actually Gram gave her a sleezy ass kiss while she's drunk and crying over a break up/worrying about Black. Agh you take GramBlack from me for This?!

Seeing Eugene cry so much is so </3 Hope she gets a happy ending, whether it be with Black after he comes back or with somebody else or single, and that we get to see her show up with her dance

7-3

This episode is just so fucking queer, it's great

I dunno what I want to happen with Gram like I was like Gram/Nuch! but then Gram/Black! and now Gram/Nuch's interaction was great again as always and I want them to get back together aghhh I wonder if they're angling for Gram/Eugene because that's the most boring of them all

I wish it wasn't the case but it's so rare to feel actual queerness in BL, especially one filled with so much pride for it. We had Bad Buddy, which was queer and saw positivity in queerness, and things like Semantic Error where the queerness is normalized enough to be unremarkable, and I very much enjoyed both but this one is like making a statement about queerness and I'm deeply enjoying this too. I wish I could go to a queer event.

Woahh okay DanYok finally and I really enjoyed this little capture. I wasn't as captivated by their very few interactions like others were but I can definitely get on board

7-4

Yok's "Police! I'm being kidnapped!" and "Let's have a fist fight if you dare." are so funny, love him. Also wonder if all this is making him rethink his choice of crush or if all this manhandling is doing something for him

"If you want it back, search for it, officer" Oh my bad for asking too soon, seems like it's doing something for him

his cheeky "go for it" expression when Dan starts searching with his bag

"Where could it be? Should I take my pants off?" Okay, it's 100% doing something for him, my mans is fully deranged, good for him

ACAB, so true Yok; i mean, you still fell for him though so

Umm this caressing ?! Feels so suddenl, dude, we're gonna find you someone better, there are so many people out there. For example, let's think back to the moments you had with Gram

Hello, Yok you already drew Dan and his titties once in art class. Though I guess he didn't draw his full face then

Personally, I find Yok more endearing and a better actor, so I wish Dan was giving me a little more to work with but still, I'll admit they have explosive chemistry. I had to hide my smile in my sleeve while watching cuz I'm in the living room.

Ayo, this ending SeanWhite scene. The way the door closed made it seem so suggestive lol

I guess they'll speak about what actually happened and Sean will apologize. Sean and White were very friendly in the under the flag scene, which feels maybe a little too quick but I read some people saying that mostly came from relief and euphoria of such an event and I think I agree. Sean realized throughout the episode that his plan wouldn't have worked and even what they did now has had unintended repercussions (Yok's mom losing her job) but conveying that to White in that public, happy setting wasn't the time for it. I'm excited to see how their conversation goes and how they progress.

I wonder if there's something about episode 7s that just speak to me. My favourite Bad Buddy and Semantic Error episodes are episode 7. I don't know if this is my favourite Not Me episode so far (I don't think I have a distinct favourite yet, the episodes kinda blur together and more than episodes, in my head it's just one long story thread) but it's so good and impactful!

Anyway, half way through! This show takes up so much of my daily time, whether it be because I'm watching it or reading the r/boys_love threads on it or going through Tumblr posts for the last episode that I watched.

I have to be at the library for several hours tomorrow and I know I should just try to focus on work, so... I'll attempt.

Episode 8 (Mar 19, 2022)

8-1

I've been looking forward to them talking it out. The apology was chiller and friendlier than I kind of wanted (like Sean fucking hit his head with a metal helmet + severely choked him) but I guess they both knew where they stood due to the eye contact + under the flag hand holding.

As expected, Sean's dad was the one in the drug dealer case he mentioned.

I wanna know how their relationship will overcome Sean finding out White's not Black. Like he thinks the person he's spilling his guts out to right now (White) is the same guy (Black) who he gave him a purpose/direction after his parents' death and loss of everything. How will he reconcile with the fact that they're not the same, he's been lied to, and who does he even like? Ahh I hope they handle this in an interesting and nuanced manner

8-2

Umm this caressing ?! Feels so sudden lol I thought Sean was just gonna check if White's awake and then maybe do some sleuthing or something?

What is going on am I dreaming? Actually, maybe one of them is dreaming because are SeanWhite at a position for Sean to be actually doing this?

Hm, I guess Sean considers them to be - especially since he told so many secrets to White last night, maybe he feels he can caress and tease him

I knew there was some art scene were one character painted/drew the other naked but in my head it was some emotional connection between an established relationship. Come to learn it's Yok being deranged about Dan, yet being thoughtful for his art project

"My intention is nothing more than just drawing" he says with this cheeky grin

Yok is so kljdf charming truly

As a lover of characters being vulnerable, woah. My heart ached for Dan in that moment

Also, um terrible thought but what if Dan's the reason Sean's father was killed? Dan talks about doing something bad and being unable to reclaim justice for it and I'm assuming we'll learn more about it later and hm maybe?

Oh nooo, Yok is so tender T.T I love tenderness so much

I am falling more and more into DanYok despite being ambivalent about them in the beginning. I know as of episode 13 they're broken up and I'm curious to know why

So Sean is sleuthing, even if it wasn't with malicious intentions at the start - just slightly nosy. Eek, I wanna know if he finds out about the Black/White thing this episode

8.3

lmfao ?! okay first um Gun looks very um good all tied up and squirmy ummmm and he had those shorts on so that we could see his thighs wow nice thanks Gun ='_'= <- this is blushing not whiskers.

I want more of Sean's reactions and thought process right now!!! Clearly he's found something out and is taking precautions against something by tying White/Black up but he's still so playful while taunting White about being tied up

Woah, would Sean come back to find Todd? What if Black and Todd had had a fallout and Sean knows about it?

Girl wtf is this Gram - Eugene - Black thing. I hope Eugene finds a nice partner who's not either of these two (unless the real Black actually does love her a lot, in which case maybe but I don't like Gram/Eugene at all like Eugene doesn't seem to like him at all + I hated that he kissed her while she was drunk and heartbroken and worried)

Woah the Sean - Tawi bathroom. I don't even know what to think about Sean's behaviour. I think his grief and anger make him do stupid things because now Tawi knows of him and his vendetta, that Sean has a reason to want Tawi to fail. On the other hand, he's a 20 something year old who's lost everything and has so many unprocessed emotions, so my heart goes out to him

8-4

I like Namo, she's so pretty and cool

I cannot comprehend Sean and White's relationship. So the tying up thing was just a friendly taunting teasing thing? Unless Sean has found something out but is still like okay, interesting, I'll keep it to myself which... does that align with what we know about him so far? hmm

Sean saying "They're not very skilled at spying. You're the right one." O.O okay, so maybe he does know and choosing not to reveal

Watching Thai shows just make me miss being able to go on roofs

I keep saying Yok is deranged but Sean is truly fucked up, who does a trust fall like that ?!

holy shit ?! the kiss??

First of all, Sean taking White out to an abandoned building to spy on a drug warehouse as a romantic getaway. This show is so good about these unhinged romantic scenarios

Okay, I am so thoroughly confused about how to feel. I couldn't fully grasp what Sean thought of White in this episode because I was unsure about how much Sean knew/figured out. I couldn't fully grasp White's thoughts toward Sean in this episode because he tied him up and left him, so what even? But they act so friendly and tenderly as well and then that kiss! Sean falling for Black not knowing it's White vs Sean having maybe figured out that it's not Black. Both could result in interesting storylines.

Great episode, as always, though slightly weaker when it comes to consistency in SeanWhite's relationship

I don't know why but I feel like this is one of those episodes that'll be even better on a rewatch. The very beginning of the episode through me off, so the whole episode I was waiting for maybe Sean to realize Black's not Black and couldn't fully appreciate the character development and relationship dynamics we got. Since I now know what to expect, I kinda wanna rewatch to soak it all in. Not now, though, I don't have time to rewatch now - I need to know what happens next, but like after we're done with the series next week.

Oh yeah, this is the rooftop scene people were talking about. I remember hearing something about a rooftop kiss while it was airing.

Also, I did rewatch the last few minutes of the episode with a different mindset than before and it did get to me more, I enjoyed it a lot

Read a spoiler that in the book, Sean knows Black and White as children... -_- I hate being spoiled, I wish they'd spoiler tag novel spoilers. Oh well, I guess it's my fault for reading every comment on the On-Air r/boys_love thread but I love reading other people's thoughts and analysis too much to give it up, especially when I'm enjoying the show. Anyway, if that's still the case in the show, it gives more ground to my guess that Sean knows White isn't Black. I wish I was in his head, wanna examine his little thoughts lol

Episode 9 (Mar 19, 2022)

9-1

I forgot they were gonna have to sleep in this little camp tent together !!

Straight for the ear and the piercings lsakf this show is so ?!

Holy shit White explicitly saying he likes what Sean's doing, my heart skipped a beat

Why does this feel so tender and loving T.T SeanWhite truly arrow straight to the heart

aksfjk;sdlf oh my gosh, White straight up asking would you be okay if I'm not Black? Bold as hell, reminds me of Pran asking Ink in Bad Buddy episode 4 if she likes Pat

White's tears T.T

Fucking ripping a button from your lover's shirt the first time you sleep together to keep as a momento... this show is making my brain melt out of my ears, it has me physically shivering fucking hell

lmfao not Black waking up because of his brother's intense emotions during sex (with Black's frenemy he has beef with nonetheless), that's so fucked up

White almost revealing his identity so many times to Sean and Sean just gently asking him about what's bothering him T.T I get it though, how do you even say like I know we just kissed and you've been under the impression that I'm a whole different person this entire time but I would just like to say that I'm his twin, please continue liking me and thinking that I'm hot <3

Like it's such a fragile thing, I get not wanting to disturb this budding relationship but also the deeper you get, the worse the fallout

This is of course ignoring the fact that I think Sean is aware that White isn't Black but White doesn't know that

Yok is soooo charming, his smile and his demeaner are very endearing and cheeky. I like him a lot

9-2

Man, Yok sure knows how to choose them. An NFT-seller cop who's also a murderer. I have no sympathy for him, I want Yok to get with someone else man, fuck but I know I'm super weak to any interactions Yok has with anybody, agh. This is how police propaganda works :D Even the murderer police officers deserve love, am I write? Agh, I wish Not Me of all shows didn't go through this route.

White waking Sean up with the sweetest kisses :< and them going on a walk together :< and still retaining all their teasing and some roughhousing but soft :<

9-3

A car ad in the middle of a chase scene

A promise sealed with a kiss and blood from that kiss, Yok is so deranged I love him

Wait, what? Were Sean and Namo dating or something? If yes, then Sean's a dick. If no, why does she care, can't I except Not Me to not give me an unreasonable female character? I like Namo soo much, I'll be so mad if they ruin her

Okay, she took the rejection really well. Good for her. If Not Me loved me, we'd get some Eugene/Namo but I don't think they love me so

Bro, give Gram some other story that's not just staring at Eugene

Aside but Eugene is soooo pretty

Finallyyyyyy I've been waiting for Black to show up for so long and every minute this episode I've been on the edge of my seat, looking for him

I was really curious how they'd do all this: have Gun have two characters, and have them meeting each other and have them meeting other people

Gun playing two characters: The editing is fairly good at making it seem like two seperate people and so is Gun. Black and White are the same but different. For a minute there, when he first revealed his face, Black reminded me a bit of Bright (2gether) lol. I'm curious to see how they'll continue with the editing and acting when Black and White have to be in a scene together with other people as well

Meeting each other: As emotionally charged as I'd hoped. We got both the tears and the hug while also getting Black slapping White. It was great, I enjoyed it, can't wait to see their sibling relationship continue on. The way one of them treats the other is also different and I enjoyed it. The way Black took back his piercings away from White made me feel something, even if I can't verbalize it. (r/boys_love episode 9 on-air thread has some interesting points about this, about how Black is taking back his life and how that might affect White)

Veeery curious to see how they'll handle Black actually meeting other people and Black/White in same scenes.

As we know, Todd's evil (or maybe Black's evil? That'd be fun [and heartbreaking for White], even though I don't know how they'd pull that off story-wise)

I loved this episode so much (except the Dan part... I can't believe we're supposed to sympathize with him aghhh seeing people just be like well, obviously he feels bad is so :/ like idk it would be different if it was a different show, maybe, but with the focus on Not Me being injustice, I hope it's endgame Dan/prison. Although, him alone going to prison isn't gonna do anything either because there are so many people involved in covering it up)

I started with a compliment but derailed lmfao lemme start again:

SeanWhite and Yok are incredible, I love them all. SeanWhite's tenderness is so good and the love scene was so tender and good without being awkward or evasive. I enjoyed finally getting to meet Black and I'm very much looking forward to more of him.

Edit: in the On-Air thread for this, someone said Sean doesn't call White by name (Black) anymore after finding his glasses/contacts in episode 8. I'll try to notice this on my rewatch later

Episode 10 (Mar 20, 2022)

10-1

I didn't finish reading all the comments on the On-Air thread and I didn't look at the ep 9 Tumblr posts, I just wanna know what happens next so here I am, at 9 am, the day before I have a test and two days before I have a big project due, waiting to see how it all unravels. Also, episode 14 is gonna be released in like 40 minutes, hoping I don't get spoiled !

I'm just so excited that Black's finally here !!

Woah Black's gonna pretend to be White to go see Todd? Wait this is episode 10 where Todd apparently tries to kill Black in a hot tub (that the KinnPorsche trailer showed lol)

I think the points Black/White's mom brings up are interesting because, like, to a certain degree it's true. There's corruption and even if you take down one thing, some new form of corruption will pop up to replace it, so it all feels so hopeless. I don't agree with her other points like "Society has it's own balance, everything happens for a reason" because that's just a fucked up to think about injustice and corruption

alsk;dfj "Everything we've talked about, pass it on to Black." White's not very good at being Black and I'm sure half the gang (Gumpa, Sean) already know it but he hasn't been called out like this yet

Damn losing both her sons, rip

I don't like how Gram keeps making moves on her while she's clearly not ready, like he kissed her while she was drunk/crying/heartbroken and now she got broken up with recently and isn't ready to move on and doesn't like Gram that way but he's asking her out now? Dude, learn some boundaries. We could've had Gram/Black yet here's what we get? I hope Eugene lives her best life away from him. I wonder if we'll get to see Eugene/Black

10-2

lmfao of course Gumpa comes up with a plan that needs a police right now

Yok sure knows how to make a goddamn statement, he's wild

Nah like how are you gonna expect Sean, whose father was murdered by the police, to trust a police officer into their gang? Not to mention this officer is the one who killed his dad !

Fighting in this found family friendship T.T hurts

Oh my god the part 3 preview ? "You think I can't tell between you and Black?" from Sean?? I don't look at previews, so this suddenly being on a screen startled me. I have a meeting in 7 minutes but part 3 is 12 minutes aghhh okay fuck it, I'll just start it

10-3

Sean's pause after being asked whether he's willing to give up his life for the cause T.T Thinking about Sean/White's conversation about his life being worth something T.T

Gumpa's love adviceee

alks;df Sean eager puppy calling Black and actual Black picking up all stoic and calculating lol cute I guess this will be the scene where maybe SeanBlack kiss under the bridge that I've heard everybody talk about

They're not actually gonna have Sean confess to Black, right aklsdfj tense and humourous

lmfao I really thought Sean would be able to tell them apart by demeanour, if not by how they look. So does this mean Sean, in fact, didn't figure out that White's not Black? Also the preview at the end of last part just didn't appear lmao, I avoid previews because I don't wanna be spoiled and because they're misleading sometimes so I guess I got both from that one

Oh my god ?!?!! Black's doing a number of him. Sean's just having friends turn on him today, huh? This scene is like a reversal of the Sean and Yok fight scene from part 2

What an incredibly fucked up situation.

Sean's desperation and confusion at this Black and also Black's desperation when he keeps telling Sean to fight back.

Also, Black dashing away, leaving a weak and hurt Sean by himself as if they aren't being watched and followed lmfao what a piece of work

I guess this is also Black's way of protecting White? He tells Sean to not come to him anymore, so this way Sean won't seek out White and keep him in this life and thus in danger? Kinda like a much more fucked up version of how Black broke up with Eugene

Anyway, my meeting got moved back so I was able to watch the whole part and I'm going right onto 10-4, holy shit

Also, episode 14 is premiering right now, so my whole Tumblr dashboard is just "This post contains filtered tags. #not me, #not me the series" lol Hope everyone's having fun and that it's a good, satisfying, incredible, worthy ending

10-4

I took a moment to read the rest of the episode 9 on-air thread. Interesting to see people theories of SeanWhite/Black after seeing Black beat the shit out of Sean lmao I did think this could happen in like ep 6 or something but after last two episodes I was under the impression Sean would know Black's not White and it wouldn't get to this situation. Curious to see how they're gonna deal with the fallout

Sean goes to Namo ? and says "Black left me" with his bloody, beat-up face ?! My jaw dropped

Namo so true like you asshole, you came here knowing how I feel about you

Namo is seriously so cool.

...why are there people surrounding the garage?

bro fuck !!! wtf is up with all this intensity holy shit

I feel like all thoughts have left me after this episode. The r/boys_love on-air episode 10 thread provides some interesting thoughts and motivations for the characters, so I'm enjoying reading that.

I'm so attached to all the characters and relationships and story thus far. I hope some things that I'm like ? on (like Sean not knowing Black's Black and White's not Black) are cleared up. I'm so looking forward to the last third of the show.

Also, I’ve been thinking after reading some comments, but how does it feel to be Black right now? You disappear and a completely different person with different personality and experience replaces you but none of your friends can tell. In fact, they embrace this new person into the group and prop him up as the leader. In some cases, the relationship even improves like with Sean and White. What a strange and heavy realization to see and feel how replaceable you are.

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drunk fun ~ machine gun kelly & yungblud

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request?: yes!

“can you do a MGK x Dom x reader.. smut👀"

description: some friends getting together to drink turns into something a whole lot more when said friends get a little too drunk

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader x yungblud

warnings: swearing, drinking, smut

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Another show, another celebratory afterparty. Except, instead of it being a crazy party with essentially anyone who would show up, Colson and Dom decided to have a more tame party. Just the band members, their tour managers if they wanted to come, and Colson’s girlfriend, (Y/N), who had recently joined them on tour.

They were gathered in Colson and (Y/N)’s hotel room, drinking whatever alcohol was in the mini fridge, plus some extra beer that their tour managers picked up for them before the show.

Everyone else ended up turning in not too long after the get together started, leaving only Colson, (Y/N), and Dom.

“Are you gonna pussy out and turn in, too?” Colson asked him as he finished his fifth bottle of beer.

“Not unless you two want me to,” Dom responded. “I’m so full of energy from the show honestly I can’t imagine going to bed right now.”

Colson looked up at you, perched on his lap with a drink mixed from the alcohol in the mini fridge and a Pepsi she had picked up after the show. “What about you, baby? You tired yet?”

She shook her head. “Not really. I took a nap before the show so I’m basically wide awake right now.”

“Alright then, it’s been decided. We’re a party of three now.”

Colson held his beer out. (Y/N) and Dom laughed and tapped their drinks against his before the three of them held their heads back and finished the contents of their drink.

Hours passed, but by the first passing hour the three of them were properly drunk. So much so that at one point Colson even got a text from his manager that they had to keep it down or else the hotel would kick them out due to a noise complaint.

(Y/N) produced a deck of cards from her bag, one of the things she brought with her to keep herself occupied on busy days, or when she wasn’t feeling up to joining Colson at after parties, and the group decided to play a game of poker.

“Let’s make it interesting,” Colson decided as (Y/N) began dealing the cards. “Strip poker?”

(Y/N) eyed Colson. “Really? Strip poker with your best friend and your girlfriend, who is awful at poker?”

“You’re not awful at poker, you just have a shitty bluff face,” Colson told her. “Just try to not be as shitty and you won’t be the one stripping down.”

(Y/N) didn’t believe him too much about that, but she decided to go ahead with it anyways. Maybe Dom would be courteous enough to throw a few games so that (Y/N) wouldn’t be the one to end up getting naked.

She was so wrong.

Within the hour, she was stripped down to just her bra, underwear, and her t-shirt, meanwhile the furthest either of the boys had gotten was the loss of their shirts and socks. Colson would smirk at her every time her turn came around, knowing that by the end of it she would be stripping another article of clothing off. And of course, he was always right.

“Take that t-shirt off, baby!” Colson exclaimed, reaching for the hem of her shirt to take it off for her. (Y/N) batted him away, an annoyed look on her face.

“Shhhh! We’ll get in trouble!” she reminded him. “I don't wanna play this anymore.”

“Come on, (Y/N), one more turn. If you lose again we’ll stop.”

She sighed heavily. Maybe it was the alcohol throwing her inhibitions out the window, maybe it was the fact that she felt so comfortable with both boys, or maybe it was just a touch of bravery that she was suddenly starting to feel. Whatever the case, (Y/N) pulled her t-shirt off without any hesitation and threw it with the rest of her clothes.

Dom’s eyes widened. This was the most exposed he had ever seen (Y/N). She was wearing a lacy black bra, that barley covered anything and pushed her boobs up in a way that made them look bigger, with matching black underwear. His eyes raked over her body for some time, unseen by (Y/N) as she was looking back at her cards. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly looked away.

Colson looked up at Dom briefly, seeing the young Brits face turning a bright red. He smirked to himself as he asked, “Something wrong, dude?”

Both Dom and (Y/N) looked up, and (Y/N) caught the same glimpse of Dom’s face Colson had. She giggled to herself as she looked away.

“N-no, everything’s fine,” Dom told Colson. “Just a little warm I guess.”

“That’s cause you have too many layers on,” (Y/N) told him. “Maybe you should take some of them off.”

“No, no, that’s alright,” Dom said, his eyes quickly going back to his cards. “I’ll turn down the heat or something.”

“No man, she’s right,” Colson said. “You can take off more clothes if you want. In fact...”

Colson stood and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down his legs and discarding them to the side. (Y/N) giggled and crawled over to Colson, setting herself on his lap again. He brushed her hair over one shoulder and began to kiss her neck. Dom looked away again.

“Don’t be shy, Dom,” (Y/N) told him. “This isn’t new to us. We often have company during...intimate moments.”

Dom’s eyes widened. “Wha - really?”

(Y/N) nodded, a slight moan erupting from her lips as Colson found a sweet spot on her neck. Dom looked down at the cards in his hand, although it was obvious that the game had been long abandoned.

“I’ve always been the adventurous type when it comes to sex,” she explained, “and Colson was always into it. We have parameters, obviously, like no exes, no former crushes or people that have or had a crush on us. Friends can be a grey area, it depends on how long we’ve been friends.”

“But no groupies,” Colson added, finally pulling away from (Y/N) long enough to speak. “The last thing we want is for someone to post about our sex life or to tell the media that we like to have a third party sometimes.”

(Y/N) shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s fun to experiment, to go beyond the comfort zone for some people. Like you, since you’re fidgeting and can’t look at us while we’re talking.”

“It’s just something I’ve never really thought of,” Dom told them. “Like I’ve never really talked about a threesome with any of my girlfriends or anything. They were never interested and because of that I never brought it up or anything.”

“Some people aren’t interested,” (Y/N) said. “Some girls would rather not have two dicks the one time, or have a female partner due to jealousy, some guys just wouldn’t want to fuck a girl with another guy in fear of...you know, stuff they’d consider gay or whatever. And some people would just rather have one sexual partner at a time. Which, is something else I should add, we only ever have sex with someone else while the other person is willingly involved. If the other people isn’t willing, or isn’t involved in some way, we don’t do it.”

“That’s right, my heart and my dick belongs to one girl,” Colson confirmed as he planed a kiss on (Y/N)’s cheek.

Dom shuffled awkwardly. He wasn’t really sure what to do with this information. Of course, he had nothing against his friends adventurousness, but why were they telling him this?

“Are you asking me if I...?” Dom started to ask them, but his words trailed off as realization hit him.

“Not if you don’t want to,” (Y/N) told him. “I know it’s a bit much considering the fact that we’re all best friends, and I’m your best friend’s girlfriend. And this wasn’t our original intent with asking you to stay, by the way. I don’t want you to think we’re just trying to get you into bed.”

Dom would be lying if he said he didn’t find (Y/N) beautiful, in a respective way of course since she was Colson’s girlfriend. He especially found her beautiful now, wearing just her matching lingerie, laid out in Colson’s lap with his hands wondering her body. Of course he had never thought about her in a sexual way, but if she was offering...if Colson was okay with it.

The smile on (Y/N)’s face brightened as Dom stood and began to take his own pants off. Colson cheered as he took another mouthful of the last beer he had. (Y/N) stood from his lap and took Dom’s hand, leading him towards the bed. She pulled his boxers down around his legs and began to pump his shaft. Dom’s head lulled back in pleasure as he let out a moan. He grew hard in (Y/N)’s head, and when he had she put his tip in her mouth, causing Dom to gasp.

She began to ease his length into her mouth slowly, watching as Dom came undone so quickly. She began to move her head back and forth, and Dom’s hand quickly took a fist of her hair. He tried to keep his moans quiet enough that they didn’t get any more noise complaints, but it was hard to do so when (Y/N) was making him feel so good.

Colson barley seemed bothered in his seat as he continued to drink the last of his beer. When he finished the bottle, he placed it with the others and stood, drawing the attention of Dom and (Y/N). He looked only at his girlfriend as he told her, “On your knees, baby.”

(Y/N) excitedly popped Dom’s dick from her mouth and got up on all fours on the bed, still leaning over the edge enough to take Dom in her mouth again. Colson knelt on the bed behind her and pulled down his boxers just enough to let his own dick spring free. He took it in his hand and pumped himself a few times before lining up with (Y/N)’s entrance and pushing his cock into her. The feeling of Colson filling her caused (Y/N) to moan around Dom.

Colson began thrusting into her, causing her head to move up and down Dom’s shaft without her having to move herself. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by Dom, who was biting his lip to keep from moaning himself. His hand was tangled in her hair and he couldn’t help but move her head faster. Colson’s thrusts became faster as well as he gripped her ass, leaving fingerprints do doubt.

After a while the three of them forgot about the noise complaint and soon enough both Colson and Dom were moaning so loud they were sure their neighbours could hear, and Colson started to thrust so much harder that the hotel room bed began to creek and hit the wall behind it. (Y/N) felt her orgasm quickly approaching, but kept Dom in her mouth as she hit it, her moans vibrating around him.

This was enough to make Dom hit his own high. He threw his head back and thrusted his hips forward, filling (Y/N)’s mouth. She took him deep in her throat, shooting the contents directly down her throat and into her stomach as she swallow. Colson continued to thrust into her, feeling her walls tightening around him as she hit her orgasm. The feeling, plus hearing both her and Dom hitting their own climaxes, drove Colson crazy and his followed not too long after.

As Colson rode out his orgasm, leaning over to place sweet kisses on (Y/N)’s back, she pulled Dom’s dick out of her mouth and smiled up at him, suddenly looking so innocent despite what they had all just done.

Dom’s head was spinning, both from the alcohol still in his system and from his orgasm. He was starting to feel tired, almost like he could pass out on the floor right then and there. He picked up his boxers and slid them back in place, pulling on his pants as well.

“I’m gonna head back to my room, I’m kind of tired,” he told the couple, who were now untangling from one another. “I’ll...I’ll see you both in the morning.”

(Y/N) was settling into the hotel bed as he left, giggling to herself. Colson cleaned himself up and got into bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her.

“How weirded out do you think he is?” she asked Colson as she rested her head on his chest.

“Right now? Very,” he responded. “Tomorrow morning, probably not as much.”

“Do you think he’ll want to do it again?”

Colson smirked as he kissed the top of her head. “Oh, definitely.”

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fan-girling-101 · 4 years

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Pogue Halloween

Pogues x Reader x Kooks, Rafe x Reader

Summary: You’re dared to spend the night in a serial killer’s childhood home with your best friends and your worst enemies. But what happens when that serial killer comes back home?

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: references to Halloween franchise (mentions of killing, Michael Myers), typical horror movie suspense stuff, slight language?, lots of fear, Rafe lowkey being a sweetheart.

Thank you @thisismynerdyself who let me use her story. It’s going to be a multi chapter story but the first chapter is basically hers with just some small things. Please go check her out and read the original. And thank you for letting me use it. I hope it’s good enough. Also not going to lie about it I never watched Michael Myers Halloween movie thing.

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Part two

“Okay, guys. Who’s going in first?” JJ looked around the group, challenging each one of you to make the first move.

None of you were particularly eager to enter the infamous serial killer’s childhood home, but you couldn’t back down from a challenge. So here you all are, face to face with the nightmarish home of Michael Myers. Windows had been boarded up years ago, the door was barely still attached. The ivy creeping up the walls all but covered the aged brick exterior. Yep, this was a horror house alright.

Pope took one step backward, holding his hands up in defense, refusing to be the first one in. You, Kiara, and Sarah looked at each other in solidarity, agreeing that none of you would be first. That left John B and JJ to fight it out.

Whether it was lucky or unlucky for them, they didn’t have to decide themselves. Just as they began to debate about it, you heard a chuckle from behind you. You all whipped around, already slightly on edge just from being on the property. Your entire group groaned in unity at the sight of Topper, Rafe, and Kelce striding toward you on the sidewalk.

“What are they doing here?” Kie whispered to you. You shrugged your shoulders, unable to answer her question.

“Look what we have here. Six little Pogues trying to act all tough. Too bad none of you can actually handle a night in that house”, Rafe sneered at you as he invaded the personal space of your group.

John B stepped forward to face his foe, “And you think you can?”

Rafe puffed out his chest even more than usual and replied “you bet I can.”

“How about we just put this to the test. We all go in. We see who lasts the longest. Pogues or Kooks. Last one out wins. Losers serve the winners poolside, the indoor pool- with a hot tub, of course, for one whole day,” JJ boldly challenged the three boys.

“Deal.”

You let Rafe go in first since he claimed to be so brave. Kelce and Topper followed after him, but neither of them looked comfortable with the arrangement. JJ, Pope, Kie, John B, and Sarah each filed into the main foyer of the dilapidated building. You came in last, closing the creaking door behind you. You made sure to keep it unlocked for whoever would leave first.

You all gathered together, formally declaring the beginning of the night. What had you all gotten yourselves into?

You decided to split into smaller groups to start out, making exploring the house a bit easier. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce decided to start upstairs, looking around the bedrooms. And oh how creepy it was to find that there were still neatly folded robes in the closet after all these years. To find the dusty vanity in Michael Myers’ sister’s room, old fingerprints still smudging the mirror.

Topper decided to venture out on his own, looking in the bathroom where Michael once killed his own mother while drawing his bath. The stains on the counter stood out beneath the dust. It was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl. He wasn’t too keen on being alone, but he knew Rafe enough to know that he would make this slightly scary night even worse with his inevitable shenanigans.

Everyone was moving around slowly, realizing it could be a long night, and not wanting to get bored too quickly.

Downstairs, JJ, Pope, and Kie stayed on the main floor, venturing through the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room. All the furniture had inch-think dust coatings and smelled like mildew and mothballs. Not a pleasant place to be staying for long. The kitchen was the eeriest room on this floor, all three of them finding utensils in the drawer that could easily be used as weapons.

As they made their way back toward the foyer, Pope froze in place as he thought he heard a noise from the stairs. As he looked up, he saw someone jumping down toward him, over the stairway railing. As the person landed with a thump, Pope backpedaled and collapsed against the wall, an involuntary yelp escaping his lips. The maniacal laughter emanating from the new occupant of the room sent Pope into a rage as he punched Rafe in the arm.

“Hey, we’re not messing with you guys, so leave us alone. I doubt Michael likes it when people pretend to be him”, Pope spat out at the boy in front of him. He already didn’t want to be there, so the cruel jokes would only make him more agitated.

Rafe feigned a guilty look and retreated back upstairs, but not before calling back, “it’s every man for himself in this game, Popey.”

You, Sarah, and John B decided to check out the basement. Not your wisest move in the world, but you would argue that none of you were being smart just by being in that house. You were immediately creeped out by the colder air and the musty odor.

You turned on your flashlight, eager to wash away the darkness. As you made your way through the room, you spotted the bottom of the garbage chute and opened the door, jumping back when a dead rodent dropped at your feet. You decided to stick closer to the other two for a bit longer. You all wound your way around boxes and turned corners until you came upon a dead end.

You took turns opening some of the boxes to find old moth-eaten clothes, file folders and other clutter. But among the stacks and stacks of storage containers, you managed to pull out an old shoebox full of photos. Passing them around, you were able to deduce that the box contained photos of Michael’s family, including some from the night he turned on them. Donning his halloween clown costume, Michael stood outside this very house, holding the very weapon he had used to kill his family.

From what you knew of the legend of the man, only his sister survived the tragic night, and she was whisked away into protection while he was taken into custody and held in various hospitals for years until his eventual escape.

Brought back to reality from your thoughts about what the murderer had done, you notice that behind a stack of boxes is a large hole in the wall. Against your best judgment, the three of you work together to reveal the hole, discovering a passageway behind it. By shining your flashlights through, it seemed as though there was a tunnel underneath the house. Definitely not something typical houses would have, but very fitting for a serial killer.

You glance between each other, wondering what to do. You aren’t usually one to back down from an adventure, so you take a step through the hole and into the tunnel. None of you dare to say a single word as you realize you’re deep beneath the house now, unsure of what could possibly lie ahead. Using your flashlights to light the way, you traverse the dingy tunnel cautiously. But you stop when the path is blocked by a floor-to-ceiling metal gate. The lock looks old, so John B easily kicks it apart and the gate swings open.

Once through the gate - you wonder why the gate was there in the first place - you find yourselves at the bottom of a sketchy metal ladder. Sarah steps up first, eager to get out of the too-tight tunnel. She reaches the top and you follow after her. John B brings up the rear.

You can see faint moonlight shining through a window in a nearby door. Huddled together as if your lives depended on it, you and Sarah approached the door, looking out into the yard of the house you were just in. Sudden realization dawned as Sarah whispers, “I think we’re in the shed.”

So far, none of you felt too overwhelmed by the house other than the overarching sense of creepiness. Were you excited to still be there, no. But so far nothing too terrible had happened.

Topper had wandered his way downstairs and into the living room, hoping to find a safe place to wait out the night. He found an old armchair in the corner of the room, attempted to dust it off as best as possible, and exasperatedly sat down. He didn’t even want to come here, but somehow Rafe had always roped him into things. He was tired and, if he was honest, he was already getting scared.

JJ, Kie, and Pope were headed into the basement, although none of them were keen on the idea. Pope got to the last step, took one look around, felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and hightailed it out of there. He had had enough. When he got upstairs, he spotted Topper in the armchair nearby. Topper, realizing that Pope looked like he was ready to go, stood up and said “if you’re leaving, I’m out too.” The two boys quickly made their way out the front door, not even noticing that the door that was once closed was already hanging wide open for them.

Kie and JJ rolled their eyes at their friend’s hasty exit and walked through the basement. Much worse than the main level, she already felt more uneasy. As they perused the cluttered room, they paused when they thought they heard heavy breathing coming from the back corner. Kie stepped behind JJ, choosing him to be the sacrifice.

As JJ stepped closer to the noise, he heard a low chuckle that erupted into a full blown laugh as John B stepped out of the shadows. “Dude, you should see the look on your face!”

JJ punched him in the arm, complaining “not cool John B. What are you trying to do, make Michael Myers come out here and prove to you that he’s real?”

John B simply rolled his eyes and pushed his way past his friend, heading upstairs to find the others. You came in through the front door right as he made it to the top of the stairs. “John B, I hate to say it, but Sarah decided to bow out. She saw Pope and Topper run out and figured she could make her exit then too. They went to wait in the van.”

“Did I hear you say you lost two already?” You hear Kelce’s voice emerge from behind you.

“Yeah, but from what I understand, you may have lost one of your own, Kelce. I don’t see Top anywhere” Kie replied as she glided into the room from the basement door.

JJ followed soon after, passing right through the room, headed to the stairs to take him to the second floor. “Alright you wusses, let’s break up this party. Nothing scary happens when everyone’s together”, JJ called out on his way through.

You laughed and followed him up the stairs, figuring his tough guy attitude might be your best shot at surviving the night. “Okay, J, where do we explore first?”

Meanwhile, Rafe and Kelce confidently strode down the basement steps, ready to take on any frightening scene that might unfold before them. As they crept through the basement, they took turns making creepy noises at each other, resulting in a laughing fit. Partly from their own antics and partly because of the three teens who had already bailed on the night.

And it was all fun and games until the basement door slammed shut, sending them into complete and utter darkness. Figuring it was just the fools upstairs, Kelce yelled up, “ooooh, I’m so scared” with a laugh just to stir them up.

But his laugh died as his eyes grew wide at the dark shadow, too large to be any of the others, slowly descending the stairs. The deep thud of the tantalizingly slow footsteps stopped when the shadow reached the bottom. When it turned toward them, they saw the masked face of the man and practically ran each other over in an attempt to find an escape route.

They tumbled their way to the back corner of the room where you, Sarah, and John B had uncovered the hole in the wall, and they practically threw themselves through the hole and into the passageway, no thought to what could be in store for them. Down the tunnel they took off, only turning around enough to know that the tall, muscular form was still following them.

Rafe was the first to reach the large gate in the tunnel, but it had been wired shut, blocking their way. Taking the time to unwrap the wire meant the mysterious pursuer was approaching closer and closer.

“Dude, hurry the hell up, man!”

“I’m going as fast as I can!” voices shakily yelling out in the darkness.

And just as the slow-moving man approached and raised his arm in attack, Kelce wrenched the gate open and they launched their way through and up a precarious ladder.

Kelce was first to the top, where he didn’t look back as he took off out the shed door and down the street to find the others. Panting, he knocked on the window of the old van. Topper unlocked the door and let in his friend, confused by the look of pure horror on his face. Kelce was speechless as he climbed in the back and sat frozen in his seat, not even coherent enough to realize Rafe hadn’t emerged behind him.

Meanwhile, on the main floor, Kie and John B heard the sudden commotion from the basement, recognizing the frantic noises that reminded them of a scene straight from a horror movie. And when the noises faded, John B realized they must have run back into the tunnel they had found earlier. He knew they would find their way out eventually since he had left the gate open down there. But when he turned to find the basement door had closed, knowing that neither of them had done it, he looked at Kie, who looked back with eyes as wide as they could go.

They cautiously walked into the kitchen to look out the window toward the shed and saw Kelce, alone, running for his life, a look of absolute terror on his face. That was their cue to leave, so they turned and ran out the front door, not even turning around to see the tall, masked man standing in the doorway behind them.

As you and JJ slowly made your way through the upstairs bedrooms, just glancing at the old furniture left behind to rot, you thought you heard thumping from below. Everyone was on edge tonight, so you assumed your mind was playing tricks on you. Then you heard a door slam downstairs, causing you and JJ to look at each other and smile. JJ couldn’t help but say “sounds like someone else just made us one step closer to winning this thing.”

While the thought of winning was pretty sweet, you knew that the people left in the house wouldn’t be easy to scare, so anything that caused them to run would have been seriously frightening.

You continued into the very back room, furthest from the main stairwell. The room was empty except for a few scattered boxes. Making your way toward the side wall, you found a door that was a bit different from the rest in the house. JJ was able to wrench the door open and you found yourselves staring up into the narrow attic stairwell.

You looked at each other, silently wondering if this was a good idea. JJ decided for you as he took the first step up and you hesitantly followed him. You were about to comment on the smell as you ascended the stairs, but your breath caught in your throat as you took in your surroundings.

You and JJ found yourselves in a vast attic space. You were surrounded by coffins. The coffins Michael Myers had used for some of his victims. This was his storage space. The ones you could get to were, thankfully, all empty. You even found one for a child, sick to your stomach just thinking of the poor soul it had been for. The acrid stench of death was seeping through your already plugged nose, but you were unable to block it out. Your quickened heartbeat was probably audible to JJ as he stood frozen in place as he connected the dots just as you had.

Without a word communicated between the two of you, JJ had grabbed your hand and pulled you down the stairs and toward the main stairwell. But you both skidded to a stop at the sight in front of you. The stairwell was blocked. By a tall man in a black jumpsuit and a horrifying white mask.

“SHIT!” JJ yelled as he pulled you into the nearby bedroom. After moving a small vanity in front of the door, you ran toward the window on the other side of the room. You both tried to pry open the window but it wouldn’t move. “SHIT!”

As he got closer you tried to look for something to defend yourself with. Your eyes finally land on a wooden plank that was used to board up windows. You lounge to grab it, swinging it in the direction of the man.

The two of you don’t waste a second sprinting out of the room as fast as you could. JJ made it to the stairs first running down with you in behind. As you make it to the last couples steps you miss one tumbling down the rest of the way.

“Come on Y/N!” JJ yelled at you, but when you got up you didn’t see the way the blond ran so you chose a door running through it. Of course you had the pick the wrong way into the kitchen with a back door that won’t open.

JJ makes it out running into Rafe on the way to the van. They get inside after sprinting from the house, not yet realising they were missing a certain Y/H/C headed girl.

“JJ where is Y/N?” Kie tries to calmly ask before freaking out that one of there best friends is still in the creepy house with a murderer. At this point they all look out the van for the girl.

“She was following me out. I don’t- she tripped… she probably is still in there. Oh God.” He stutters out thinking that the person he was closest with in the world was stuck in a house with a crazing killer.

Before anyone could react or do anything Rafe got out of the van with JJ’s gun in hand. He quickly starts his way back to the house hoping to get there before you're dead.

The tall man in front of your small frame grabbed your shoulders slamming you back into the marble counters. You let out a cry of pain, the pain spreading through your body. “Please.” You whimper. “Stop.” He lets out a creepy laugh watching the struggle. He brings up the knife running it down your side drawing blood while cutting the country artist shirt I was wearing. He brings it up going in for the kill before a gunshot rings out. The tight grip he has on you falls making you fall to the ground, as it was the only thing holding you up.

You feel a hand on your arm causing you to flinch before looking up to the blue eyes of Rafe Cameron. His hand slips under your knees effortlessly picking you up from the ground as if you weighed nothing. Your arms wrap around his neck hiding your face in his chest.

He carries you out and in the van. No one says anything before starting up the van. The quiet hum of the engine couldn't be heard over your sobs. A cloth was pressed to the bleeding on your side causing you to let out a loud cry. No one knew what to say as you buried your head closer into Rafe’s chest.

John B starts dropping people off at their houses. Starting at Kelce’s then Kie’s, to Topper’s before pulling up at the Cameron residence. You already all knew Sarah was going to stay at John B’s. Rafe tried to move you off him but you wouldn’t let him. Your arms around his neck tightening.

“I have to go.” He whispered into your ear. All the pogues left in the van watched the encounter between the two of you. Never had they seen Rafe be so nice to someone, so caring. Not even Sarah.

“Take me with you.” You cry into his shoulder. “Y/N.” He goes to say be cut off by a soft “please” making him give in. He picked you up again listening to the chorus of goodbyes you got.

He lightly set you down on his bed leaving for a second coming back with stuff to clean your wound with. He sits beside the bed on the floor grabbing the hem of your shirt looking up at you. “Can I?” You nod helping him get your favorite shirt off that was covered in blood. He must have seen the look of sadness you had as you watched him place the shirt on the floor.

“I can get the blood out but you can probably sew it or it might look cool with the rip but I don’t know.” His hand grabs one of yours putting a cloth soaked with something, cleaning the cut. You tried to hold in the sound squeezing his hand. “It’s not too bad we just gotta keep it clean. Anything else hurt.”

“My back.” You flip on the stomach letting him see where you got slammed into a counter.

“That’s going to be on nasty bruise Pumpkin, I grab some ice. And here change into this.” He sets some of his clothes on the bed for you to wear. You jump out of the bed grabbing his wrist pulling him to face you.

“Please don’t leave me alone.” The look you were giving the older kook boy made him give in quickly. The two of you walk down the kitchen happy that Ward, Rose and Weezie were asleep somewhere in the house. As Rafe grabs the ice you look through the cupboards looking for something to eat. Finally finding some oreos the two of you head back into his room.

You change and lay on the stomach on the bed Rafe getting in beside you resting some ice on your lower back.

“Thank you.” I move my head to face the boy who was already staring at me. “For everything.”

“Of course Pumpkin. Get some sleep okay.”

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julies-butterflies · 3 years

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Okay fuck it, I'm gonna request another one, because I'm OBSESSED!!!

1. for Bobby and Reggie, my boys, I love them!

50 types of kiss prompts // no longer accepting! 1. Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

( read on ao3 here! )

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here, and say maybe this whole thing isn’t for you.”

“Shut up,” Bobby says through gritted teeth.

“I mean! It definitely works for some people, probably! But Bobby, man… you’re a rockstar.”

“That’s a huge word, considering we still rehearse in my parents’ garage.” Bobby pauses, mouth screwing up like he’s tasted something sour. “After our last gig, we spent more cash buying snacks than they paid us for the whole night.”

“Okay, yeah, but to be fair, that’s Luke’s fault. He’s the one who wanted every flavor of Doritos.”

Bobby flashes back to the countless orange fingerprints on his leather couch, and shudders. As if this proves some thirty page thesis paper, Reggie claps his hands, pointing at him.

“See? You’re not focusing!”

“That’s because you’re distracting me,” Bobby grits out, “while I’m trying to meditate.”

With a massive huff, Reggie slumps back in his chair, crossing both arms over his chest. He doesn’t say anything else, but he doesn’t have to; Reggie’s body language speaks louder than his actual mouth, which is a freaking talent. Not to mention, insanely distracting.

Bobby holds out for another twenty seconds before jerking out of his zen state to round on Reggie again.

“Can you please stop?”

Reggie throws up his hands. “What? Literally what am I doing?”

“You’re being a pain in the ass!”

“If this is all it takes to hurt your ass, then I hate to tell you, dude, but meditation isn’t your thing!”

It could easily be Bobby’s thing, is the thing, we’re the circumstances a little more ideal. That is: no obnoxious friends hounding him from the sidelines. There’s no quiet place to meditate in his house, though, and his garage is occupied by at least one stray band mate at any given time… so Bobby’s options are severely limited. This hobby he’s trying to pick up to help him control his anger is going to send him to the hospital for a blood pressure surge. (If Reggie doesn’t beat him there first.)

He exhales slowly through his nose, and it feels like forcing out steam. At this point, all the guys know better than to poke Bobby when he’s at the end of his patience. Reggie pulls his feet up into the chair, scrambling out of grabbing range.

But, of course, he can’t help himself.

“See? You look very not zen right now.”

Bobby lasts half a second.

“Alright!” he declares, springing to his feet like a shot from a canon. Reggie doesn’t even have the chance to run. He tumbles sideways over the arm of the chair, barely avoiding Bobby as he lunges for him. His yelp rings through the studio. The second he hits the ground, he takes off rolling, a limb-flailing somersault that shouldn’t be able to move as fast as he can.

Bobby has declared war against gravity, morals, and homicide laws. None of them matter when Reggie’s got him seeing red; this ends right here, right now.

As Reggie scrambles for the bathroom door, Bobby cuts him off. His friend falls back, throwing up his hands. Reggie scuttled backwards over the floor like a panicked crab.

“Hey, Bobby, don’tdon’tdon’t —“

“Don’t what? Don’t what?” Reggie’s flannel is a crimson flag, and Bobby’s the bull. He charges after him, relentless. When Reggie tries to duck behind a chair, Bobby simply pushes the chair aside; when Reggie lunges for the couch, Bobby leaps over the table in a move even Luke would be proud of.

“Don’t!” Reggie says again, and the words choke in his throat — but he’s shaking with laughter, eyes bright with exhilaration instead of tears. (There’s a big difference between someone throwing the chair aside and moving it casually; a difference between shouting expletives and just chasing him, determination in their eyes. Reggie is an expert at running by now — but with his friends, he never really has to be afraid of getting caught. )

They end like this: Reggie, back against the wall, pinned against the spraypaint Sunset Curve banner; Luke’s acoustic guitar between them, held out like a weapon; and Bobby, on the other side, squared off against him.

“There’s nowhere for you to go, Reg. You had your chance.”

“You take another step closer, bro —“

“Where are you gonna go?” As Bobby’s voice rises in volume, Reggie waves the guitar. It suddenly feels like an umbrella in a hurricane. Bobby’s shadow looms larger, falling over him.

“Dude, I mean it!”

“So do I!”

Bobby lunges. Reggie doesn’t get a chance to shriek. The guitar is knocked aside — they’ll deal with Luke’s wrath later — as Bobby catches Reggie around the waist, hauling him off the floor. It’s a lot harder than it looks; Reggie’s heavy, he’s flailing, and almost breaks Bobby’s nose as he tosses his head around. With a grunt, Bobby swings them both, and charges towards the couch. Reggie is still screeching, even as he’s flopped down hard on his back.

“Don’t you dare!” he hollers, curling his knees up to his chest.

So, it’s going to be like that? Fine.

Wrestling with Reggie is like trying to win a fight against an octopus. He’s all limb, slippery and quick, with the occasional snap of teeth, just to make things interesting. He never stops moving, never lets himself be caught one-hundred percent. As soon as Bobby gets a knee down on his leg, pinning it, he’s squirming out from under him shoulders-first; the second Bobby pins his chest, his legs are kicking again.

It doesn’t really matter. Bobby doesn’t need to get him still, he just needs him flat. As soon as Reggie’s curled out of his turtle-shell, Bobby goes in for the kill.

In a second, Bobby’s hands are on his stomach, forcing their way up his shirt and dancing across his sides. Reggie shrieks.

“No! Nononono —“

“This is what you get for being a pain in the —“

“Aaaah, Bobby, stop!”

Reggie isn’t ticklish anywhere — anywhere on his body — except his sides. Literally the most vulnerable place. Bobby cherishes this information like his prized Nerf gun; it's an equally lethal weapon, and should only be used for a good reason.

So, it’s Reggie’s fault for giving him a reason, really.

“I’m s-s-sorry, I w-won’t do it again, I won’t —“ Reggie’s voice cuts off with a garbled giggle as Bobby’s hands skitter like tarantulas across his rib cage. He’s bright red, tears leaking from his eyes; his back arches under Bobby’s touch, a strangled screech tearing from his throat. “Pleee-hea-hease, stop!”

On any other day, he’d show no mercy… but, based off the way Reggie’s breath comes in short squeaks, any more retribution might literally kill him. He’s learned his lesson, Bobby decides.

As quickly as he began, Bobby pulls away. Reggie is left flat on his back, gasping, still convulsing from the aftermath of having her nerves set alight. His arms lock around his chest, shielding himself from any further attack. Bobby doesn’t have one planned, however; he just sits back against the arm of the couch, smirking.

As Reggie slowly pushes himself up, he’s still breathing hard; his cheeks are a vivid, violent red. He clasps a hand to his heart, as though trying to keep it from jumping out of his chest.

“You really just — ooh-ho-ho man —“ He scoots back, putting as much distance between himself and his friend as possible, eyeing Bobby like a rabid badger. Bobby fights back a grin — which, according to Luke, makes him look like a comic book supervillain. The effect’s clearly in full force today, because Reggie shakes his head, looking disturbed.

“Last time we let you meditate, man. Obviously it does things to you.”

The aftertaste of pure homicidal rage lingers in his mouth; if he wasn’t distracted by it, maybe he’d think his own words through before letting them out of his stupid mouth.

“You do things to me,” Bobby retorts.

Reggie processes this a second before Bobby can — and by then, it’s too late to take it back.

“Really?” he asks, grin tugging his mouth sideways. “What kind of things are we talkin’ here?”

Bobby flexes his fists. “How ‘bout I show you?”

Reggie’s eyes widen. He tries to clear his throat, and ends up squeaking.

“What?” Bobby blinks, glancing between Reggie’s wide eyes and his own fist. “What? Seriously, wh—“

“You’re an idiot,” Reggie declares, as casually as if he’s remarking on the weather.

Bobby doesn’t even have the chance to be offended, before Reggie swoops in and kisses him.

Not even a real kiss. A quick peck on the nose, and Bobby knows it sets his entire face alight, because he can feel the heat rising to his cheeks. Reggie pulls back just enough to smirk at him — and then he moves back in again, scattering kisses like freckles across the bridge of Bobby’s nose. Entire face scrunching up, Bobby tries to turn away. This just gives Reggie easy access to his cheek, and he takes full advantage of it, peppering his cheekbone with kisses.

“You — come on, Reg —“ Now Bobby’s the one unraveling at the seams. As soon as a giggle slips past his lips, he clamps a hand over them. It doesn’t matter; Reggie’s got what he wanted, and glows like his birthday has just come early.

“A whole idiot! And you’re terrible at meditation, too!”

“It takes practice! I’d like to see you try it!”

Reggie considers this, still smirking, before shaking his head. “Nah. I know my limits,” he says, and swoops back in for another kiss.

#boggie #my fics #jatp #julie and the phantoms #boggie ticklefights are on another LEVEL bro #michelangelinda

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It’s a New Kind of Empty

"Ashton’s a good five drinks in when he thinks that maybe this wasn’t his best idea. Of course, Ashton is well on his way to being drunk at this point, so the idea is incredibly unhelpful. In the hazy lights of the bar, music pounding around him and people shouting, he thinks that maybe this is the reason Luke broke up with him in the first place."

Or Ashton hasn't been doing well since his breakup with Luke. He gets an unexpected second chance.

This is dedicated to @lifewasradical. She loves The Wonder Years and Aaron West and showed me them. We were listening to "Bloodied Up in a Bar Fight," and I said "ashton song?" and well. I wrote this for this song and for her. Amanda, I love you and I love our music nights and our fic nights and I just. I don't have the words to describe how much I love you so I hope this gift will do. I hope everyone enjoys this.

TW for: alcohol, alcohol references, fighting, bar fighting, slight homophobic language, blood mention, post break-up (with a little hope at the end. I’m me, this couldn’t be all angst).

On ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29033322

Ashton’s a good five drinks in when he thinks that maybe this wasn’t his best idea. Of course, Ashton is well on his way to being drunk at this point, so the idea is incredibly unhelpful. In the hazy lights of the bar, music pounding around him and people shouting, he thinks that maybe this is the reason Luke broke up with him in the first place. He’s a drunk, miserable, sitting in this bar day after day mourning the end of his relationship with Luke. The only reason he’s not here everyday is because he’s not stupid; he alternates his time between here, another bar a little further away, and drinking himself into a stumpor on his own couch, crying until he falls asleep and does it all over again the next day. He feels like a ghost the last month, but at least ghosts have a purpose. Ashton’s horrified to discover that without band responsibilities and without boyfriend responsibilities he doesn’t know who he is anymore. He’s just someone taking up space, existing in the world without actually existing.

It’s been a month. It’s been a whole 31 days since he and Luke broke up, or rather, since Luke decided he wanted to end the relationship. Although, that implies that Ashton didn’t have a hand in this either. One year of dating, of building their life together, gone. All because Luke wanted to come out to the world, tell everyone that they were dating, together, happy, and Ashton just...couldn’t. He doesn’t like sharing his life with the world, likes having some form of privacy, just isn’t ready for that. They’d gone round and round in circles, tense and angry, until they’d finally broken and Luke had snapped that maybe they shouldn’t be together at all if Ashton wasn’t ready for it. Ashton had snapped back that maybe they should if Luke wouldn’t respect Ashton’s wishes and all it had taken was a few harsh, cruel words, designed to hurt, for the two of them to call it quits. Ashton hasn’t seen Luke since then, took all his shit with him that night and went back to his place. Ashton doesn’t want to be the first one to reach out, can’t bring himself to call Luke and Luke hasn’t reached out either. It��s been a tense month of avoidance, dancing around the subject with Michael and Calum when prompted.

Which leads Ashton to here, sitting at a bar, nursing his misery in yet another glass of tequila. It makes him sadder, drinking the thing he knows Luke enjoys, but Ashton can’t bring himself to stop. He wants to get drunk and he wants to forget and he wants to drink enough that maybe the pain will stop. It’s become horrifying that without Luke, Ashton doesn’t know how to structure his life. Even before they were dating, so much of Ashton’s life revolved around the band and Luke. They haven’t really spend a day apart since fucking 2011. It’s like a severed limb, having to survive without Luke, not being able to text Luke, tell Luke about his day, share music with him. Ashton’s not sure the pain will ever go away, doesn’t know what he’ll do when they actually have to do promo for the album, go to interviews, go on tour. Having to see Luke everyday, but not being able to touch him, hold him, kiss him.

Ashton knocks back the rest of his drink, tries to wave down the bartender to order another drink. He knows he’ll have to argue with the man for it, knows he’s too far gone to actually have another drink, but Ashton’s tired. He’s miserable and he’s tried and he just wants to forget.

To add to Ashton’s misery, the music at the bar changes, the opening bass of Youngblood filtering out through the speakers. Ashton tries to hold back the sob that threatens to leave his chest at the sound of Luke’s voice surrounding him. Ashton’s been purposely avoiding listening to any of their music, knows that if he hears Luke’s voice he’ll really lose it. Ashton’s not prepared to hear it now, drunk and miserable. He wants so badly to take out his phone and text Luke, telling him he’s listening to their song in the bar, but he can’t for many reasons. Ashton’s not supposed to be even drinking. He was doing so good before the break up, actually getting sober, learning to cope in other ways that didn’t involve alcohol. Fucking lot of good that’s done him. Luke will hate to hear that Ashton’s even in a bar, if he doesn’t hate the fact that Ashton’s calling him at all.

“This song is shit. Can’t they play some good music,” a man next to Ashton grumbles to his friends. His friends all laugh. Ashton tries not to take it personally. They’ve been hearing that since they started playing, heard enough jokes about being emos and a boyband and any number of things people have said over the years that Ashton’s used to it. He just wishes he didn’t have to listen to it on top of all the other shit.

“Lead singer sounds like shit. Bet it’s all autotuned.”

“God he’s so whiny. Didn’t they used to tour with that other group of guys? The ones all the girls used to scream about?”

“Fucking boyband. Can’t play their instruments, can’t sing. They’re only famous cause they’re pretty,” the first guy sneers, taking another drink. Ashton tightens his hand around his empty glass, trying to tamper down the anger in his chest. He’s used to hearing this over and over again and he thinks it must be his drunken state that’s making him angrier than usual. Yet another reason why Luke probably decided to end them; Ashton’s an angry drunk who can’t come out to the world.

“If you’re into that. Bunch of fucking pussies. Gay pussies.”

“Whiny, gay pussies. Didn’t they used to call themselves emo?”

“If you could even call it that. Besides, the only pretty one is that lead singer.”

“That’s cause he’s gay. Wearing makeup? Gay,” the guy says. His friends all laugh. Ashton feels the anger in his chest. He can put up with a lot of things, can put up with the criticism of the band and their music, but he can’t listen to people talk shit about Luke. Luke, who’s grown so much over the years, both sonically and personally. Grown into himself, comfortable in his body, in being able to dress how he wants, be who he wants. Luke, who’s taken vocal lessons and practiced over and over again to get to his skill level. He’s worked so hard and these assholes are going to say it’s autotune and call Luke gay because he likes to wear makeup.

“Fuck you!” Ashton shouts, turning to the men. They startle, turning to Ashton, surprised at the outburst.

“What the fuck is your problem dude?”

“You can’t just say that shit! What, cause someone wears makeup they’re gay?”

“Well, if the shoe fits,” the guy says, snorting. Ashton reacts before he can think about it, swinging a fist at the guy. Ashton’s not sure who’s more surprised when his fist catches the guy on the jaw, the guy, Ashton, his friends or the bartender. Ashton doesn’t have time to think about it, the guy immediately swinging back and hitting Ashton the nose. He can hear the crunch, feels the immediate sting of a broken nose and the blood starting to drip down his face. Ashton gives a yell, takes another swing. He can hear the group of guys yelling, hears the bartender shouting, feels someone yanking them apart. It doesn’t stop Ashton from trying to give another good kick, getting another fist to the face, catching his eye this time.

Ashton’s fuzzy about what happens next. He knows the bartender is forcibly trying to drag Ashton and the other guy apart, yelling at them about calling the cops. Ashton’s whole face aches, blood dripping down his face, eye sore, head aching from the impact and the alcohol. God he’s a real fucking mess. If only Luke could see him now, Ashton thinks bitterly, when the cops finally show up, carting him and the other guy off. Ashton’s at least satisfied that he managed to get one good punch in, sees the guy’s jaw is black and blue. He might be a drunk getting arrested, but at least he stood up for Luke. Luke doesn’t deserve to be made fun of when he can’t defend himself. At the very least Ashton can do that.

Ashton finds himself at the police station, floating in and out of it on the drive over. The cop is shaking his head at him, mumbling something about kids and their attitudes. Ashton’s never been handcuffed before. It’s an entirely new experience. God, he’s going to have to explain this to the band. Why he’s been arrested, why he’s got a record now. He’s going to get three disappointed band member looks at the next meeting. Ashton groans, hand dropping back against the chair the cop’s left him in. They’ve taken his phone and his wallet, taken his fingerprints, made him wait while they run the information. He can vaguely hear them talking, trying to decide what to change him and the other guy with. Ashton takes a shaky breath, wincing when he feels his nose throb on the inhale. Ashton’s never broken his nose before, but he imagines this must be what it feels like.Wonderful. Now he’s going to have to explain why his nose is broken, if the gossip sites online aren’t already running stories about how the drummer of 5 Seconds of Summer is getting into bar fights and getting arrested.

The cop comes back, sighing heavily as he sits down at the desk across from Ashton. Ashton tilts his head up, making eye contact with the man across from him. He just looks tired, like he’s gotta deal with guys like Ashton, drunk and disorderly, all the time.

“Mr. Irwin.”

“Yes?”

“You’re very lucky that the man you punched doesn’t want to press charges. We managed to explain to him that since you were both fighting, you would both be at fault here. Since it looks like it’s just bruises and your nose, there’s nothing serious that you could be charged with. You will be charged for drunk and disorderly. We can either hold you overnight until you sober up or you can call someone,” he says, looking expectantly at Ashton.

Ashton’s brain stalls. He can’t call Michael or Calum. If he calls either of them, he’ll have to explain why he can’t call Luke. He’ll have to explain why he’s drunk and sitting in a police station with a broken nose. They’ll ask why he didn’t call Luke. They’ll want to know why he was at a bar if he’s supposed to be sober. Calum will sigh heavily and Michael will snap at him. Ashton doesn’t want to deal with that, have to talk about the end of his relationship on top of getting into a bar fight because someone called Luke gay. Besides, he doesn’t know either of their numbers without his phone.

It really hits Ashton then that he only knows Luke’s number. Luke’s phone number is the only number that Ashton knows by heart. Even after all this time, the only person that Ashton depends on is Luke. He can call Luke and deal with having to listen to him bitch at Ashton or having him not pick up the phone or Ashton can spend the night here and go home in the morning. Ashton doesn’t want to call Luke, listen to the hurt and disappointment in his voice, but Ashton really doesn’t want to sit here overnight, not when his head hurts and his nose hurts and his eye hurts and he just wants to go home and cry.

“I can call someone,” Ashton says. The cop nods, hands his desk phone over to Ashton, watches him punch the number in. The phone rings once, twice and Ashton thinks Luke’s not going to pick up, it’s late, he’s asleep, maybe he’s out somewhere having fun without me, he doesn’t need me when he hears the line click.

“Hello?” Luke’s voice filters through the line. It’s rough and Ashton’s heart sinks. He knows that rough sound that’s in Ashton’s voice. It’s not sleep rough. It’s rough and watery, the sound Luke’s voice makes when he’s been crying, hoarse and exhausted. Ashton wants to ask about it, comfort Luke when he remembers he can’t do that anymore. They’re broken up. It’s not his place to ask Luke about how he’s doing. Coupled with the fact that the cop in front of him is looking at him expectantly, waiting for Ashton to let the man on the other line know what’s going on.

“Who is this?” Luke asks again.

“Ashton. It’s Ashton.”

“Ashton? Where are you calling from?”

“A police station.”

“What?” Luke asks, panic clear in his voice. Ashton swallows.

“Yeah I got arrested? At a bar? For starting a fight?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“Telling you.”

“Fuck. Do you know where?” Luke says after a moment’s pause.

“I’m not sure. I don’t remember much.”

“Of course not,” Luke says, hallowly.

“Luke, I know you’re pissed at me. I know we need to talk, but I’m drunk and I’m sitting in a police station and I just need someone to pick me up.”

Luke’s silent on the other line. He’s so quiet that Ashton thinks he might have hung up. It’s only when he hears the slow intake of breath that he realizes Luke’s still there.

“Can you put the officer on?” he asks. Ashton nods and then remembers that Luke can’t see him, mumbles a yes as he passes over the phone. The officer exchanges some words with Luke, gives him an address and the information he needs, and hangs up.

“Your friend said he’s coming. I have to put you in the cell under then.”

“Right,” Ashton says, nodding. He lets the cop take him over, opens the cell door and ushers Ashton in. He sits on the bench in the cell, watching as the cop leaves, locking the cell behind him. He crosses over to his desk, pulling a tissue out of the box and hands it to Ashton through the bars.

“Here. For your nose.”

“Thanks,” Ashton says, taking it and trying to wipe at the dried blood on his nose. It stings trying to clean it off and Ashton eventually gives up, leaning his head back against the wall and sighing. This was the exact kind of shit Ashton was trying to avoid. By going public, they would have opened themselves up to ridicule and jokes about their sexuality, their music, their appearance. They would have had to listen to all these articles about how their music is about each other, had to listen to all the slurs people would call them. No one would take them seriously as musicians. Ashton didn’t want to come out because he didn’t want to have to listen to it, have the nasty words said about them, written about them. Although, they’re not even out and look at what happened. Ashton and Luke didn’t even need to come out to have some guys in a bar make fun of them. There’s still articles about how they’re terrible musicians, still men in bars who call them a boyband. Ashton had to go and ruin his happiness just to keep going through the same thing he always thought he would.

Ashton closes his eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming. His head is starting to pound. His whole face hurts. He’s tired and he just wants to go home. Ashton’s not even sure Luke will come get him. Maybe he should just sleep here for the night and cut his losses. Accept that he’s alone and unwanted.

Ashton’s busy wallowing in his misery for an undetermined amount of time, listening to the weather report on the TV when he hears the door door to the station open and hears a shuffle of feet. Ashton cracks an eye open, floored when he realizes it’s Luke. Luke standing at the desk in front, shuffling nervously. He’s wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, hair pulled up into a bun. Ashton hasn’t seen him in a month and he’s so taken aback looking at Luke. His hair looks greasy. His eyes have dark circles under them, the clear sign that Luke hasn’t been sleeping well. They’re red too and so is the tip of his nose. Ashton frowns. That’s the sign Luke’s been crying. Luke looks broken and worn down, shoulders slumped. Ashton expected many things, but a sad, small, broken looking Luke wasn’t one of them.

“Hi, I’m here for Ashton Irwin,” Luke says to the cop at the desk. Ashton can’t take his eyes off Luke, still trying to catch his breath seeing Luke, seeing that he’s come to get Ashton. That even with all this going on, with their breakup, Luke’s here. Ashton watches the shuffle of paperwork, of Luke filling out the forms. He looks tired and world weary, shoulders heavy as he signs something.

The cop comes to get Ashton, unlocks the jail cell, tugs him out and over to where Luke is waiting. Ashton can’t read his expression, Luke’s face blank and he puts a hand on Ashton’s elbow, watches as Ashton takes back his phone and his wallet, mumbles a thank you to the officer.

“He just needs some rest. And less liquor. My daughter’s a big fan. He’s lucky to have a friend like you,” he says, nodding at Luke. Luke smiles ruthlessly, smile wooden.

“Yeah. Something like that,” he says, tugging Ashton out the doors of the station and over to his car. Ashton gets the passenger door open, gets into the car and watches Luke slam the door, round the car to the driver side. He gets in, starting the car, and pulls out of the station parking lot.

“You look like shit,” Luke says at the first red light. Ashton glances over, sees that Luke’s staring straight ahead, voice void of emotion.

“Feel like shit,” Ashton mumbles, reaching up to touch his nose, wincing when he pokes at it.

“Good,” Luke says, bitter venom in his voice. It shocks Ashton, the harsh song in Luke’s voice, the way he’s gripping the steering wheel.

“You don’t have to be rude.”

“You called me at close to 3:00am to tell me that you were arrested for fighting. In a bar. I think I’m allowed to be rude.”

“Well you didn’t have to come.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you there. You’re still my best friend, even after everything. I can’t just not pick you up.”

“Thank you,” Ashton whispers, staring down at his pants, picking at a loose thread. He hears Luke sigh heavily next to him.

“What were you even doing getting into fights anyway? At a bar? I thought you were sober.”

“Well I was until you broke my heart.”

“Don’t pretend the break is all my fault.”

“You’re the one who ended it!” Ashton yells, hot with fury. He’ll put up with a lot, but he won’t tolerate Luke pretending like Ashton’s the sole reason they’re not together anymore.

“Because you wouldn’t listen to me! You never want to listen to me! The great Ashton Irwin can’t be bothered to consider anything his boyfriend says or wants because he knows best.”

“Ex-boyfriend.”

“Fuck you,” Luke snaps. Ashton lets out a frustrated growl, wincing when pain shoots through his face. He doesn’t miss the way Luke’s face drops, worry and concern etched in his features until he remembers himself, masks his emotions perfectly after years of PR training.

“I did listen to you. I got sober.”

“Clearly not.”

“I was sober for a whole 3 months after we weren’t on tour. I was getting better. You asked me to try because you were worried about me and I did.”

“Stop bullshitting me Ashton. You were in a bar tonight.”

“I was fine until a month ago.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes! I was clean and sober until a month ago when you fucking broke my heart. I was getting better and then we broke up.”

“Nice, Ashton. Blame me for your drunk and disorderly behavior.”

“I’m not blaming you!”

“It sure sounds like you are.”

“Well, maybe I didn’t want to think anymore. Maybe I didn’t want to wake up everyday and have my first thought be that I didn’t have you anymore. Maybe I wanted to stop thinking about you every waking fucking moment. Fat lot of fucking good that did me. Considering the fight,” Ashton mumbles the last part, hoping Luke doesn’t hear him.

“What?”

“Hm?”

“What does the fight have to do with me?”

“Youngblood came on at the bar and the guy insulted it. Called us a boyband. Said we couldn’t sing, it’s all autotune. Called you gay.”

“That’s why you punched the guy? Ashton that’s hardly the first time anyone has said that.”

“Yeah but I just...I couldn’t let him say those things. You’ve worked so hard to get to this level of comfort with yourself and your body and your voice. Who is he to say shit like that?” Ashton says, turning to Luke, pleading with him to understand. Luke’s quiet, face a little surprised.

“You said the whole reason you didn’t want to come out was because of what people might say.”

“Clearly, it never mattered,” Ashton says. He’s tired, fight leaving his body, drained from the night’s events. Luke’s pensive in the driver’s seat, clenching and unclenching his hands. They spend the rest of the drive in silence, Luke surprised when they pull up to Luke’s house.

“I don’t want to leave you alone tonight. You need someone to make sure you didn’t hurt your head and to look at your nose. Besides, Petunia misses you,” Luke says, cheeks red at the admission. It makes Ashton a little soft, thinking about the idea that Petunia misses Ashton. He’s missed Petunia, missed her snores and being able to cuddle with her, taking her on walks. Ashton hadn’t realized how much he missed it until he didn’t have it anymore. Just another thing in the long list of things he can’t do without Luke.

Ashton follows Luke up the stairs to his front door, watching as Luke unlocks it, realizing that Ashton still has the key to Luke’s house on the key ring in his pocket. It hurts Ashton, realizing that he’s going to have to give it back, the final nail in the coffin of their relationship.

Luke gets the door open, holding it so Ashton can follow him inside. Ashton kicks his shoes off at the door, remembers that Luke doesn’t like shoes on in the house. Petunia’s nowhere to be found, probably already asleep on Luke’s bed, like the princess she is.

“Come on, let me clean you up,” Luke says, taking Ashton’s hand and guiding him up the stairs of his house to his bathroom. Ashton goes, letting Luke lead him into it, watches Luke flip the toilet lid closed, sits down on it when Luke gestures to it. Luke leaves the bathroom, comes back with a washcloth. He flips the sink on, warms up the water before wetting the towel. He comes over to Ashton, bending down, taking Ashton’s jaw in his hand. Gently, Luke starts to wipe at the blood on his nose, tutting when he gets a look at it and Ashton’s eye.

“Looks like it’s broken. And you have a black eye too. They really did a number on you.”

“Good thing we don’t have press coming up. Although, might be fun to have to explain that I got beat up defending your honor. I’d be a hero.”

“My knight in shining armor,” Luke teases. He looks surprised at the words, glancing down and continuing on his mission. Ashton’s surprised too, at the easy sound of the joke, that even now, after all this, they can still fall into this pattern, this teasing, this love.

“Worth it,” Ashton mumbles, wincing when Luke rubs at a hard spot.

“I can’t believe you punched someone because they insulted me. We’ve heard worse.”

“But it’s you. I couldn’t just let them say that.”

“Well, thank you. For defending me.”

Ashton shrugs, “Had to make drinking worthwhile somehow.”

“What happened? You were doing so well,” Luke whispers. Ashton sighs, heavy, tugging at his lungs.

“I couldn’t do it. I didn’t realize how much of myself, of my life, was structured around you, around us until you weren’t there. I kept waking up and realizing you weren’t there. I wanted to text you, to talk to you, and I couldn’t. You were so much a part of my life, even before we were together, and then we were dating and I just...I don’t know what to do without you there, without you in reach. I keep seeing things in the world I want to share with you and I can’t anymore. I didn’t know what to say or what to do to bridge the gap. I just wanted to talk to you, to see you and I couldn’t. I don’t know who I am without you there and I kept drinking. I kept drinking to forget, to numb it all, to pretend for a moment I would wake up and you would be there again. It’s not fixing the problem but god, did it help me forget,” Ashton says, confession hanging in the silence of the air. He feels naked and vulnerable, heart on his sleeve in the wake of his admission that Ashton can’t be without Luke.

“I haven’t slept in a month,” Luke says quietly. He’s staring down at Ashton’s lap, where their hands are joined. There’s tears clinging to his eyelashes, eyes red ringed.

“What?”

“I haven’t slept in a month. 4 weeks I haven’t been able to sleep through the night. Everytime I try to go to bed, I can’t. It’s too empty, too cold. I can’t get comfortable. And then by the time I fall asleep, I keep waking up with nightmares. Except you’re not there to comfort me, so I just stare at the ceiling until my body just gives up. I keep crying. I keep crying and I think my body can’t make anymore tears and then I see something that reminds me of you and I start crying again. I can’t talk to my mum or Michael or Calum because I can’t bring myself to say the words out loud, like if I speak them into existence then they’re real and I can’t take it back. I structured so much of my days around you, that I find myself wanting to text you things or turning to you on the couch or calling your name and realizing you aren’t here anymore. I tried to walk Petunia yesterday, but she was wearing the collar you got her for Christmas and I spent the day crying on the floor in my bedroom because I kept thinking that we won’t have that again. I can’t figure out who I am anymore when I’m not your best friend, your boyfriend. You keep acting like you’re the only one hurting here, but so am I, Ashton.”

“You broke up with me,” Ashton says, dumbfounded at Luke’s confession, that he’s been bleeding out day by day just as badly as Ashton’s been.

“I didn’t break up with you because I didn’t love you anymore. I broke up with you because you refused to try and at least be public with me. You wanted to keep hiding us, hiding who we are, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t be some dirty secret anymore. I want to hold your hand in public and kiss your cheek during shows. I want to get up on stage and tell everyone that you’re my boyfriend and we’re in love. I want to talk about moving in without worrying what people will think of us. I wanted to be able to discuss the future with you, without feeling like you wanted to hide anything we ever did. I just wanted to have you, openly and completely. I wanted to love you, so everyone could see. You didn’t even want to listen to me. And I still miss you so much, I love you so much, I don’t know what to do,” Luke says, sniffling. Ashton lets out a sad sound, squeezing Luke’s hand, forcing him to look up at Ashton.

“I don’t like being public. I don’t like feeling like we’re being watched, judged. I don’t like adding another reason to the list of why people don’t like us. I hated the idea of subjecting the band, you, us to ridicule and mockery. But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t fucking matter. I made myself miserable and there’s still guys in bars insulting us and calling us names. I thought I could save myself the pain if I didn’t go public, but all I did was make myself miserable, make us both miserable. I ruined us and I can’t fix us and I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know who I am anymore. And I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve you after everything, but I love you. I love you and I want to try. I want to try again and again, I want to make it up to you, show you I love you,” Ashton says. He’s crying now, sobbing wrecking him. His whole face hurts, but he doesn’t care, tears streaming down his face as he cries and cries. Luke’s not better, nose snotty and tear tracks on his cheeks as he cries too, shoulders shaking. Ashton tugs on his hands, pulling him up from his kneeling position and into his arms, Luke bent in half to return the hug, face buried into Ashton’s shoulder as he cries and cries.

Eventually, they both run out of tears, bodies drained from the evening, from their confessions. They stay like that, locked in their awkward embrace until Luke pulls back, sniffling, wiping at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie. Ashton reaches up, trying to wipe the tears from his cheeks. Luke laughs, wet, and some of the tension eases in Ashton’s chest. If Luke’s laughing, it can’t be all bad. There has to still be some hope.

“I can’t have this conversation with you right now. It’s so late and you’re still drunk and in pain and neither of us is emotionally ready to have this conversation. But if you stay, I can make breakfast and we can talk about it? I can make French toast,” Luke says. Ashton laughs.

“You mean, the only thing you can make is French toast.”

“Oh fuck off,” Luke says, but he’s smiling slightly. Ashton takes Luke’s hand, interlocks their fingers.

“I would love to spend the night. I would love to have breakfast with you and watch you cook and walk Petunia in the morning and talk. I would love to talk.”

“Good. That’s...good,” Luke says, nodding slightly. Ashton smiles back, relief flooding his body. He’s tired and drained, but the idea that Luke wants to give them a chance is something.

“Do you want me to stay in the guest room? I’ll need some clothing.”

“I have some old things of yours. Would you...um...sleep with me? In my bed?” Luke whispers, face red. Ashton beams, very nearly crying again at the admission.

“I would love to. There’s nothing I want to do more,” he whispers back. Luke smiles and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, but his dimples are evident and his eyes are shining and it looks an awful lot like hope. It feels an awful lot like hope, like second chances, like Ashton’s just narrowly avoiding missing out on something important that he’s had the chance to win back. He can win back Luke’s love, he’ll make sure he can deserve it.

#5 seconds of summer #lashton #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #alcohol tw #alcohol reference #fighting #bar fighting #slight homophobic language #blood mention #post break up #with the hope of getting back together #angst #comfort #theres alot going on here #my writing

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snowdice · 4 years

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Road Trips and Missing Persons (Part 4)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton & Virgil, Virgil & Deceit, Logan & Patton (more to be added)

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Deceit, Remus, Roman Logan (more to be added)

Summary: Patton was just getting groceries. The next thing he knew, there was a knife at his throat and he was an unwilling uber driver. Virgil’s on the run after the murder of his dad, and it’s not just his paranoia that’s telling him he’s being chased down. He has to get somewhere safe, somewhere he can trust, and all he has is a couple of stories from his dad and a name: “Green Bellow Foods and Dispensary.”

Notes: Secret Agents AU, knives, carjacking, kidnapping, murder mentioned, guns mentioned, pepper spray, blood mentioned, drugs mentioned (more to be added)

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve affectionately named it the Goblin Brain Fic because it’s helping my brain actually get motivated for studying. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 My Master Post

Janus shoved himself to his feet and while Remus would usually find it easy to laugh at him for the way his hair looked, the cold glare the other man was sending him was nothing like the glares he usual leveled at Remus. He did not want to mess with that glare. Remus had some self-preservation instincts.

“Your brother?” Roman asked, still on his butt and looking confused. Now he Remus could laugh at right now.

Remus cackled. “You might want to find a new hair and make-up artist Ro-Ro.” Roman glared at him which just served to make Remus cackle more.

“I apologize for him,” Janus muttered.

Roman blinked up at him and a smile flickered over his face. “That’s a new one. I’m usually the one apologizing for him.”

Janus paused for a moment before he cracked a smile himself. “I guess you would be.” He stuck out a hand to help Roman to his feet.

“So,” Roman said. “You’re here for Virgil Gates then too?”

Janus nodded. “Yes.”

“I didn’t know he had any family other than his father and his uncle. Why didn’t D…” he stumbled over not calling Dad, “Dad”, “Sanders call you then?”

Janus’ mouth pinched in displeasure.

“It likely has to do with the fact that my mother killed his father,” Janus said blankly. Remus grimaced. Blank Janus was far scarier than glaring Janus. It meant he was feeling a whole bunch of things and didn’t want anyone to know it.

“Oh that’s…” Roman said awkwardly. “That’s heavy dude.”

“Yes. Heavy.”

“Well, we’ll snatch the kid up and make sure mommy dearest doesn’t get her hands on Baby Bop,” Remus said. “Won’t we Ro?” Remus gave Roman a look and he nodded once sharply.

“Of course, we will,” Roman said. “That’s why I’m here anyway.”

“I’m going with you,” Janus informed them.

Roman opened his mouth like he was thinking about arguing, but since Remus enjoyed having a brother, he cut him off. “Yep. Of course, you are Jay. Between the three of us, we’ll find him in no time. I mean, how far could the pipsqueak have gotten?”

Janus nodded sharply. He turned to Roman. “You were looking for him too, what do you know?”

“Not much more than you,” Roman answered. “There’d clearly been a break in when I checked the house and I found what I’m guessing was his,” he pointed a thumb at the unconscious man by the water fountain, “car down the road which a neighbor had said they’d seen someone come out of and go sneaking around the house. So, I figured Virgil and whoever broke into the house were probably still around,” Roman said. “I swung by the bus stop down the street, but no busses have left in the last half hour or so and I couldn’t see anyone around. Then, I thought to check the park and came here and heard you…er… talking to that guy,” Roman gestured to the unconscious body a couple feet away, “about finding him.”

“He didn’t know much else,” Janus told them. “Virgil pepper sprayed him and bolted.”

Remus snorted. “Good on him.”

A very small smile flickered across Janus’ face, but was gone the next second.

“Well that’s the park and the bus station checked,” Janus said.

“Would he go to any neighbors?” Roman asked.

Janus shook his head. “Probably not. He doesn’t know many of them well. Ms. Owens maybe or maybe she would have seen something. She lives next to them.”

“We’ll start there then,” Roman said.

“What about this guy?” Remus asked while poking him with the toe of his foot. “He’s still breathing.”

“Call the cops,” Janus suggested. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a plastic bag to toss to Remus who caught it. “Don’t leave fingerprints.”

“Why do you have a bagged-up gun in your pocket?” Roman asked.

“I was doing something before this,” Janus answered.

“Huh, see. That doesn’t answer my question.”

Remus ignored them in favor of rolling the body carefully over and shoving the gun into the guy’s pocket so it was visible, but didn’t look like it was supposed to be visible. He then handcuffed the guy to the water fountain and, just for funnsies, put a joint on him.

“All done,” he said after he’d positioned the man perfectly.

Roman was still side-eyeing Janus a bit but was on the phone talking to the police saying something about finding an unconscious guy with a gun.

“And we handcuffed him!” Remus whisper yelled. Roman glanced at the unconscious guy.

“We handcuffed him to a water fountain because he seemed dangerous and we didn’t want him to get away.”

As Roman continued to talk to the operator, Remus sidled up to Janus and elbowed him in the side. Janus shoved him away grumpily, but not enough to send Remus stumbling. Remus took that as a sign that he was willing to talk.

“The little bastard’s fine,” Remus promised. “We’ll find him in no time.”

“He’s my little brother,” Janus said, and his tone was level and informative, but Remus could tell he was a screaming mess on the inside.

Remus nudged his shoulder a bit and Janus scowled at the ground and stepped away. Remus narrowed his eyes at him. Roman must have looked over and read the intention in the wiggle of Remus’ shoulders because he said. “Remus! NO.” That, however, did not stop Remus from launching his whole body at Janus and tackling him to the ground.

“Remus get off!” Janus yelled trying to smack him, but Remus just dodged and tucked his face against his chest. He was whacked on the back of the head, but not nearly as hard as he could have been.

“Forced affection!”

“Roman, come get your dammed brother off of me,” Janus groused while shoving at Remus’s head.

“Remus,” Roman groaned and Remus felt a hand pulling at the back of his shirt. Remus just clung tighter. “Let him go.”

He nuzzled his cheek against Janus’s shoulder. “But I love him.”

“You are a menace to society,” Janus retorted which was basically saying it back as far as Remus was concerned, especially with the way fondness seemed to leak into his tone. He shoved at Remus’s forehead again and Remus relented, hoping to his feet.

Janus sighed heavily and pushed himself into a sitting position.

Right as Janus made it to his feet, his phone dinged. It was his phone from Dad not the one from Janus’ mom, Remus noted as he took it out of his pocket. Remus leaned over his shoulder to get a look at what the text said. Janus spared him a glance but didn’t protest him looking.

Mission details were attached, and rather formal message read ‘Be at Bucking Bay in 30 minutes for a pickup. Please confirm.’

Remus could tell and he knew by the look on Janus’s face that he could tell too that Dad did not think Janus knew his brother was missing.

He silently opened the attachment and read the mission details before dropping the phone onto the ground and stomping his foot onto the screen until it shattered.

“No offence,” he said calmly, “but fuck your father.” He turned away toward the entrance of the park without another word. Remus swallowed thickly and shared a glance with Roman.

“We should probably follow him,” Roman said. “He knows where the neighbor lives.”

Remus nodded though he’d planned on following Janus even if he didn’t have information about the mission they were on.

They followed him down the street back towards where Remus knew Virgil and Remy’s house was (had been?... He didn’t think Virgil would be living there anymore if his dad was dead.).

Janus knocked on the front door of a house next door without preamble. It took a few seconds for the door to open. Even after working with Janus for the last two years, Remus was still surprised how quickly the other man’s face could transform.

“Good evening Ms. Owens,” he said smoothly, an apologetic smile on his face and a slight crinkle to his brow. “I was supposed to pick Virgil up to take him to a school play tonight, but he wasn’t home when I knocked. Would you have happened to have seen anything? I believe he may have left his phone at home.”

The woman who’d opened the door blinked at him in confusion for a few moments before a smile lit up her face. “Oh, hello Janus,” she said. “I did see him run out his backdoor a few minutes ago and hop the fence.”

“He went out the backdoor?” Janus said, a small frown flickering over his face for a moment before it disappeared. “Towards the grocery store perhaps?”

“He did seem to be going that way,” she confirmed.

“Hmm. Well I did tell him I would help him sneak in snacks to the play,” Janus said. “Perhaps he forgot and ran to get some. When did you see him?”

“Oh, about half an hour ago, give or take. I’m surprised he’s not back yet.”

Janus chuckled lightly. “Probably got tied up in the chocolate aisle. I’ll look for him there. Thank you, ma’am.”

“Oh, it’s no problem sweetie. Have fun at the play.”

Janus continued to smile until the door snapped shut. Then his face fell back into a neutral expression and he turned away.

“The grocery store,” he said. “Let’s look there. He does know the area so it would be a good place to hide.”

“Yeah, dude,” Remus replied. “I’m sure he’s off hiding in the chocolate aisle just like you said.”

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#sanders sides #janus sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #creativitwins #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #platonic moxiety #knives #kidnapping #carjacking #murder mentioned #guns mentioned #drugs mentioned #adriana writes #road trips and missing persons

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miss-choco-chips · 4 years

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College au part 2

Home, a place where I can go to take this off my shoulders- someone take me home (Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors & Bebe Rexha – Home)

They are there for each other, the good and the bad. That’s what family is for, after all.

-.-.-.-.-.-

-I'm so gay -sighed Miguel almost dreamingly, stopping next to Slobo by the doors leading to the backyard.

Blissfully unaware of them, Tim was going through his usual routine of what seemed a mix of gymnastics, various martial arts and parkour, with a side of dancing to spice things up.

His friend snorted without even raising his eyes from the motorcycle engine he was trying to fix. A blasphemy, in Miguel's humble opinion, to have such an amazing view and to not take advantage of it.

-I know.

He dropped to the ground, head resting on Slobo's shoulder, gaze unwavering in his appreciation of slim muscles and perfectly controlled strength. Tamed power to the fullest.

-I mean like, really really gay.

-Yeah, what else is new? Pass me the motor oil.

He blindly patted the ground for it, picking something vaguely shaped like a can and thrusting it to where he thought were the other's hands.

When Tim bends over and starts stretching, Miguel wheezes and drops the can.

-I'm so stupidly, non functionally gay.

Slobo rolled his eyes and picked it up, his other hand going to close Miguel’s jaw.

-Dude that's all old news. Either come here with fresh gossip, be helpful, or leave. I don't need you making a mess of my stuff. You are getting your hormones all over my individual bubble.

Miguel sighed again, eyes almost physically turning into hearts when Tim stretched his arms over his head.

-Fuck, I can’t handle this much inner gay. It’s overwhelming.

-Nothing inner about it, dude. You’re dripping it all over my work station. Can’t you go be a disaster gay somewhere else?

-Tim is here, so no can do.

-Can’t you just ask him out and save us all the pining show and second hand embarrassment?

A few meters away, Tim had taken out the bo staff and was practicing some moves. He accidentally brushed a branch (a thick one, from the pine tree Kon’s grandparents had made him plant upon moving there), and snapped it in half. He seemed kinda sheepish about it, which was both adorable and terrifying. Miguel was scared and horny.

-He’d destroy me.

Slobo hummed, hand reaching up to pat Miguel in the shoulder.

-Sounds like something you’d be kinda into, though.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

-This coffee tastes like dirt -complained Tim, while chugging half the pot in one long gulp.

Distantly, Cassie noted there was still steam coming out of the liquid. Hadn’t Tim just brew it? Also, was it completely dark? No sugar?

Like her future?

Despairingly, she let her head fall again on the table.

-Why did I get into politics?

-Your pathological need to fulfill Diana’s expectations -replied Cissie, sitting across from her, long hair in what could have been a bun once upon a time but now looked more like a bird’s nest. That had been hit by lighting. Repeatedly.

It strangely suited her. Or it could be Cassie’s adoration for her friend speaking, who the fuck knows.

-Which, I might add -interjected Tim, not waiting for them to say ‘you may’ before continuing. Because he was a rude bastard like that- you invented by yourself. Diana only hopes you don’t end up in jail. And if it's for the right causes, she might even forgive that.

He dropped to the ground for no discernible reason, back to the cabinets where they kept the fine cutlery they never used. He was staring at the halfway empty pot like it contained the key to conquering mankind.

Knowing Tim, it might actually be true.

-Don’t try to take over the world -she asked, worried he might. Cissie made a confused sound, not privy to Cassie’s internal monologue, but Tim just nodded distractedly, which was all she needed before turning back to her half done paper.

-How are you doing, sis?

-Sis like sister, o Ciss like Cissie? -came Tim’s voice from behind her, probably still sitting on the ground.

-Yes.

-Oh -the girl in front of her blinked- sorry, you were talking to me?

-I mean… Tim is not ‘sis’.

-I resent that, I totally could be. Also, seriously, why does my coffee taste like dirt?

-Don’t drink it then. You were saying, honey?

Cassie rested her chin on a hand, elbow carefully to the side of her paper.

-How are you doing?

-Wondering why did I ever thought studying psychology was a good idea. Why? Who started me on this path, and can I punch them? -her voice raised higher and higher the more distressed she got- Tim? Do you remember?

-Your therapist back in high school got you out of your toxic home life and helped you basically re-build your sense of self worth. Also you like to get into everyone’s business so Kon suggested making a career out of it.

-Remind me to punch him later.

-You could break your hand, and you have an archery competition this friday.

-Kick him, then.

-Got ya.

-Can I just die? -interjected Cassie, phone at hand. Her screen displayed a text sent by a classmate, who updated her on their due date. Apparently, she had calculated wrong and it was way sooner than what she thought- What’s the worst that could happen if I die? I’m sure people would get over it.

-You’d be losing all the progress you made in your career so far -reminded her Cissie.

Tim’s voice joined from behind- Included, but not limited to, that one class you had with the douche professor. Imagine if you lost your progress and had to start over. Imagine having class with him again.

She shivered- That was both incredibly motivational, and unholily terrorizing.

Greta entered the kitchen then. She looked fresh and cute, which was probably due to her having a full night’s sleep.

-Wow, you three have been here the whole night? -she asked, obviously concerned, looking over Cissie’s shoulder at her assignment- Did you guys even make progress? At all? -her eyes discovered Tim’s half assed project, on the place next to where Cissie sat.

If Cassie didn’t love her so much, she would punch her in the face.

Tim sighed.

-I can’t get up. I can’t feel my legs -he admitted. Cassie thinks, she should be worried. Losing sensibility seemed like a serious problem. But, whatever, Greta was here, and she was perfectly well rested. Let her take care of the worrying.

-Tim? Oh my god, are you alright? -she rushed to his side.

-I think the coffee stopped making effect, and my three-on-a-row all nighters caught up to me. Just let me die, Greta. If coffee is not longer working on my body, I might as well let the grim reaper do its thing.

Cassie couldn’t see her any longer, since she was at her back by Tim’s side, but she could still somehow sense her concern growing.

-Tim... Did you use this bag by the coffee maker to brew it?

-I can’t move my head to look up at what you’re pointing, but I guess I did.

-Oh, honey… that is soil for Kon’s vegetable plot. Not coffee grounds.

-...so that’s why it tasted like dirt. Thank god. Excuse me while I faint.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

-I think Conner is dead on our living room -announced Miguel entering the kitchen. Slobo, Anita and Greta didn’t even blink, just kept their... poker? game going.

-He’s probably just sleeping -the other man waved a hand dismissively- Did you check his pulse or something?

-Ew, no. What if he’s really dead? I don’t want to touch a corpse. Greta, you go touch it.

-Why me?

-If anyone will need to put their fingerprints in a veritable crime scene, who better than the only one with no criminal record?

-Tim doesn't have it either, go knock on his door and tell him to do it. I’m about to swindle both these jerks.

-There’s a difference between never getting caught by the police, and erasing all virtual proof of your crimes. Tim belongs to the second group. Also, last I checked, he and Bart were working on something on his room. I’m not approaching that danger zone without protective equipment.

-Speaking of -Slobo raised his head, looking around- has anyone bought them food in the last couple of hours?

-Kon, probably.

-He is dead -he reminded them- Cassie and Cissie are still asleep, and I’m not waking them up. Greta?

Out of their group, Conner was Tim and Bart’s official handler (when Tim was not micromanaging them all, at least; little control freak). Many people believed he lifted at the gym to get all the girls; in truth, as the boy had once told Miguel, it was so he could carry both his friends to bed in one trip to tuck them in at the same time, because if he did it separately, the one that got to be second always tried to make a run for it.

In the event he was unavailable, Cassie took over. Her skills with a lasso and years of practice at the rodeo came in handy then, and it never failed to crack him up when he saw how swiftly she caught them both.

And if she wasn’t close or was busy, then Cissie took over for Bart and Greta for Tim, as they could only handle one at the time.

The rest of them were last resource. Second to last was Jason Todd, who as both Tim’s brother and Bart’s TA held a fair amount of power over them.

If Jason told them to fuck off, then Slobo, Miguel and Anita would talk it out among themselves. Slobo would suggest knocking them out. Which, considering Bart’s speed and Tim’s mindblowing ninja training (and where the hell did he learn that, they would never know), wasn’t a very realistic option. Anita suggested drugs; but between Bart’s ADHD medication and Tim’s antibiotics for his lack of spleen and antidepressants, the adverse effects made them all a little uncomfortable with the idea.

Miguel’s own suggestions, which involved a lot of tender care and coddling, where ignored with a few laughs and a shrug.

-Fuck you, I’m not leaving this table so close to cleaning you both up. If you are worried, you go feed them.

Slobo shrugged.

-If they die, I call Tim’s room. Having a roommate is the worst.

-Excuse you -raised an eyebrow Miguel, walking to the fridge for a drink. He might as well watch the game.

-If I have to listen to you practicing your singing before showering one more time...

-If I can deal with you cursing at your phone at five am, you can deal with my melodious voice -Miguel blinked- That’s not poker.

-We are playing Truco.

-What?

-It’s a popular game in Argentina, or so Tim said. He taught us when he was having a coffee break this morning. And by the way: Truco, bitches!

-I’m in! -Slobo yelled back.

Greta looked at her cards impassively, then at the ones laying on the table between the three of them, before raising an eyebrow- I call Re Truco.

Miguel watched them go for a while. He wasn’t sure on the rules, but from the way they kept yelling, he knew it was highly competitive. It also seemed to involve a great amount of deceit, bullshiting and being as poker faced as possible. It made sense that Tim had been the one introducing them to the game. Speaking of…

-Maybe if I knock on the door with a coffee offering, he’ll listen to me without punching my nose in? -he mumbled to himself, aware that the others were ignoring him. Decided to test his luck, he climbed to his feet and readied the coffee maker.

The rest of the afternoon saw Miguel sitting on Tim’s bed, watching from the sidelines how both he and Bart built… something. It had a chainsaw and a mini shield, so maybe a fighting bot? There were some (not very legal) competitions around campus...

It was almost dinner time when he remembered a tiny, small detail.

-Man, I’m so hungry. You guys think dinner is ready? -asked Bart, hand sweeping the sweat off his forehead- Who was in charge of it tonight?

Lightning-like realization hit Miguel.

-Oh, yeah, speaking of that… Kon was probably dead, last time I checked. Maybe we should order a pizza or something?

-Cool, I could do pizza.

-I’m sorry, Kon was what?!

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

-You guys need jobs -told them Tim one morning over breakfast. They had just moved in together, and classes were about to start. Nobody seemed willing to talk about responsibility yet, but he felt like they needed the push to do it.

-I have a job -proudly smiled Bart, eyes never leaving the TV where his character was beating Kon’s into a bloody plump. He didn’t elaborate past that, and Tim made a mental note to investigate further later. Bart’s career was enough, they needn't add another unsolved mystery.

-Where is this coming from, though? We have loads of time for that -scoffed Slobo, watching the game intently.

-Classes are starting soon, and people will be getting all the good jobs. I did some calculations, and the money you guys have been saving for living expenses will run out in two, three months tops. Greta has the coffee shop thing and Cassie just got called back from the movie theatre, but the rest of you need to find some money maker. Stat.

-And what about you? -threw Cissie back, internally agreeing with him but despising the reality check.

Tim looked at her, completely deadpan. Silently, he took out his wallet, fishing three cards (one silver, one golden and one black) from it and showing them to her.

-Even before being adopted by a billionaire, I already was a rich trust fund baby. And now that I’ve said it, I’m gonna avoid getting punched by making my exit. Good luck job hunting.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Cassie and Anita’s room was ground floor, along with the kitchen, living room, laundry area, a medium size bathroom with a shower, and a very small one with only the toilet and sink. The second floor housed Bart and Conner’s room, along with Miguel and Slobo’s, and Cissie and Greta’s, plus the biggest bathroom, with both a tub and shower. The attic had been claimed by Tim, who won that right by paying the deposit for the house on top of his part of the rent. It was the biggest room, the size of the entire house without partitions, with only one separation in the form of the small sized bathroom. He loved his room, would pay twice what he coughed up to have it. It was worth it, every cent.

He loved his attic; The bathroom, however, was another thing. It ran out of warm water constantly.

-This is the second time this month. I love you, but you aren’t burrowing our bath -denied Cissie firmly, arms crossed as she waited outside the door for Greta to finish her shower-. If it was any other day I’d say yes, you know I would, but you aren’t the only one that needs to get ready for the movie, and there’s six of us sharing here. Go ask the girls.

Defeated but understanding, he went another floor down, arms full with his skin and hair care products (he had a image to keep, and one never knew when paparazzi would be around; he and his brothers had a steady competition on who got caught in camera being a ugly mess the least, that he wasn’t willing to lose) and clean clothes.

Anita shrugged when she opened the door, still naked except from her towel and hair dripping.

-Yeah, Cassie already took hers. Just remember to lock the door, dude. Since its ground floor bathroom, someone always tries to get in to pee when you’re showering, it’s annoying. Also, don’t come at me with complains about hair in the drain, okay?

Thankful beyond caring, he nodded and hurried towards it.

He wasn’t expecting what he found there. Already halfway to the shower, he stopped to leave his folded clothes on top of the cabinet near the sink when he saw...

-Why are there weapons here? -he couldn't help but scream, clutching a towel to his naked chest. He felt distinctly like a victorian lady preserving her virtue from a foe. It was a very curious feeling.

-I said no judgements!! -Anita yelled back from across the hallway.

-Yeah, regarding hair on the floor! Nobody said anything about weapons!

-So I forgot my katana there after my shower, big deal. Just don’t fall on it, problem solved.

-No, I’m used to seeing your katana, but why the fuck do you girls have cat shaped brass knuckles?

-They are cute and useful! Aren’t you taking a shower, dude? The movie starts soon!

Deciding that this wasn't a battle worth picking, he turned on the warm water. Ahh, nice, wonderful hot water.

-Oh, Tim! -came Cassie’s yell- Don’t lock the door, forget what Anita said! I need to put on my make up and that mirror is better than the one in our room.

-I’m gonna be showering though.

-And?

Yeah, she had a point. Shrugging, he made sure the door was unlocked before stepping under the water and closing the curtain.

He heard her coming in and rummaging through one of the little bags he saw on the sink cabinet. He couldn't help but ask.

-Why do you guys keep weapons here?

-They are for when we are most vulnerable.

-With thighs like yours you’re never vulnerable.

-I love you. But just pretend I have noodle legs, for argument’s sake.

-Mkay.

-Well, name one instance when you’re more weak and exposed than when you’re taking a shower.

-...Yeah, I follow. Still seems a bit excessive, but I do like that pointy needle thing you have by the blow dryer. I need to get my sister one of those, cute and deadly like her.

-That? Oh, honey, no, that’s a hair pin.

-If you put your hair in a bun and use that as an ornament, you’d never be unarmed, that’s all I’m saying. Again, cute and deadly.

-...You’ve opened my eyes.

-You’re welcome. May I borrow your eyeliner?

-Sure, but why? You don’t usually use makeup.

-If I make myself long enough wings, maybe I’ll be able to fly away from my problems. Or look fabulous enough to not care about them.

-In moments like this I’m reminded of my undying love for you. Do my eyes too.

-Gotcha.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

He came home five minutes after receiving the text, chest heaving from the run and heart beating furiously for a entirely different reason.

Cassie, phone at hand, was waiting by the door. Her eyes were solemn.

-What happened? -he asked, not bothering with niceties as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

-Family dinner went wrong -she shrugged-, not that he told me. Bart was playing games when he walked in and he texted Jason, who told him, and then he came to me.

Fuck them, Kon thought uncharitably. The Waynes were both an awesome family, and boarding on toxic. Guessing which kind were they going to be any given week was like playing lottery. It was such a Murphy law thing that they went for shitty this particular weekend, where Tim could have used their love and support the most.

-How is Jason? -he asked, not that he cared too much, but because he knew Tim would want to know sooner or later.

-Bart didn’t say, but he did mention he was hanging out with Kori and Roy, and Artemis said in the family group chat to not bother her tonight, so I’m assuming she’s there too.

-Biz is still at the farm, but three is better than nothing -he sighed, taking off his coat and walking towards the stairs- Bart?

-He just convinced Tim to take a bath in the big tub, so he’s probably standing guard by the door.

A nod, Kon’s steps hurried with purpose now that he had a clear destination in mind.

-The others?

Cassie waved vaguely towards the arch on the wall leading to the living room. Kon could see someone moving there from the corner of his eye, but didn’t turn to check; he wouldn't be derailed from his path.

-Greta went to the attic to clean Tim’s room a bit. You know he doesn't have the strength to do it himself right now, but seeing it like that also makes him feel worse. Cissie and Anita are readying the living room for a movie night, picking up all the pillows and blankets in the house. A pillow fort might be in the making.

They were on the second floor now. Kon could see Bart ahead, back resting against the wall, just by the side of the door.

-Slobo ran to Tim’s favorite pizza place -Cassie kept going, keeping pace with him- and should be back soon; Miguel went to the store to buy comfort food, sweets and stuff. Ice cream too, probably.

Conner nodded again, glad to see everyone was following their protocol for these kind of situations. All their housemates accounted for, he stopped in front of Bart and patted his shoulder comfortingly. He was very empathetic, tended to pick up on everyone’s moods, specially Tim’s, and let himself be influenced by them. The shadows on his eyes were probably a mirror image of how their friend currently taking a bath was doing. Not so hot, apparently.

-I’ll take it from here, you guys go put on your pajamas and help the girls get everything ready -he suggested, eyes going to Cassie’s. She nodded, understanding that her mission now was to calm Bart down. Helping Anita and Cissie would do wonders for him.

On most situations, the group tended to follow Tim’s lead, their indisputable commander in chief; when he couldn’t be there, or was too emotionally compromised, Cassie would take over. However, in this particular scenario, everyone deferred to him for some reason. Maybe because he’s been with Tim for the longest time, maybe because he knew him best. It didn’t matter; all he cared about was that it made his work easier, and they seemed glad to have a task they could focus on, rather than dwelling in concern.

Softly, he rapped his knuckles against the door.

-Tim? I’m coming in, dude -he informed him, voice low as to not spook him if he was dissociating. The last they needed was him slipping in the shower.

When no answer came, he entered the steamy bathroom, door closing behind him. As Cassie had predicted, Tim was sitting in the almost full tub, knees hugged to his chest and chin resting above them. His eyes went to Conner when he approached him though, which was a good enough sign to make him visibly sigh in relief.

Tim’s eyes narrowed, as if he wanted to snap at him that he didn’t need them to take care of him, but then he just deflated and looked ahead again, not nearly strong enough to fight.

Knot growing on his chest, Kon sat by the tub’s edge- Hey there. You’re not looking very cool right now. Have I ever told you I despise like 66% of your family?

-Three out of six is not 66%.

-Three? I only like Alfred and Cass.

-You don’t dislike Jason.

-I mean, it varies from moment to moment. But I’ll give you that since you’re feeling bad, and concede on 50%.

Tim snorted a little, and his eyes didn’t look as dead as they had when Kon first came in, so he gave himself infinite Best Friend points.

-Want to talk about it? -he asked gently, hand on Tim’s wet shoulder. He felt more like saw him shrug.

-Nothing to tell, really… It was more of the same shit. I love them, but sometimes they…

-Don’t make it easy, huh?

-...yeah. I don’t even know why I’m so fucked up over it, I’m used to this.

Kon squeezed his shoulder- Your psychiatrist warned you, this week was gonna be tough even without the family drama. Your body is adjusting to the new medication, and it…

-Yeah, yeah, I know -he sighs, sinking deeper into the water- I just… I just hate this. That my brain works like that, that I worry you all, that I can’t just fucking deal with it alone. You know what Jack used to say about mental illness…

-A stupid bastard’s words shouldn't be taken seriously. And you know we don’t like the J word in this house, it’s one of the rules.

Tim’s smile, small and tentative, was a thing of beauty. It never failed to remind Kon why he put so much effort into making the situation better for his friend, when he saw that it actually did help.

-You guys can’t just erase my father from my memory by sheer force of will and avoidance of the topic.

-Sure we can -he gave his shoulder a light pat-. The boys will be here soon with food, and I heard a movie night is in order. You done with your bath? We could stay here longer if you want to, though.

Tim’s smile grew a little bit, cheeks warming, delighted despite himself at the love and care that was being bestowed upon him. Some time ago, he might have fought them over it; the progress was hard earned, but Kon wouldn't change a single thing about it.

-Yeah, I just have to put conditioner on and comb my hair -he hesitated a bit, glancing down at his arms hugging his legs and probably weighing their strength-. Could you, uh… do it for me?

Kon had already been reaching for the bottle even before he asked.

There was little he could do to help Tim, medical wise. But there were professionals for that, and after many late night talks and specially bad episodes, Tim had gotten better at seeking their help when needed.

What he could do was no less important, though; making sure their home was a safe, supportive, non-toxic place for him to come back to.

That’s what best friends-- what family was there for.

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zmediaoutlet · 4 years

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Have u got any recs (yours or other peeps) of sex pollen fics? Lmao crack or not i dont mind !!! Xx

anon there are like–so many sex pollen fics out there, so many reclists, omg. I recommend you check thewincestreader – and I’m sure @wellcometothedarkside has some sex pollen lists for you – but for now I need to write something today and, you know what, let’s try it:

(read on AO3)

Dean’s trying to be careful—he really is, no matter whatkind of face Sam might aim his way when he insists. It’s just not his faultthat this goddamn weirdo of a would-be wizard has the worst organization sinceSam at age fourteen, and it’s really not Dean’s fault that when he edgesa big zebrawood chest off the high shelf of this wardrobe and the damn thingbursts open in his hands.

“Son of a bitch!” he gets out, through the explosionof—what? Silk handkerchiefs, and who knows what kind of herbs—Sam, probably—andthe rattle of, ugh, bones he doesn’t want to investigate more, and through itall a weird kind of haze that drifts over his eyes and makes him sneeze once,and then twice, and then he coughs and tastes honey in the back of his throatand when he wipes a hand over his face it feels—and he takes a deep breath andthe haze in the air doesn’t look like dust-sparkling-in-sunlight, like the restof the sunny afternoon streaming in the grimy windows has, but insteadsomething… physical, something here, and he says, again, with morefeeling: “Son of a bitch,” just as Sam crashes into the roomand says, “Dean?” before giving him, yes, the friggin’ face.

Worst part at first is that he knows immediately that he can’tdrive. Second worst part, Sam asking him the twenty questions, like he has any damnidea about the answers. He stands on the sagging porch in the clear woodsy air,gulping fresh tree smells and the faint rankness of the molding pine, and thehaze settles heavy in his vision: everything faintly gold-tinged, fuzzy at thecorners, like an old shitty photo. His reactions are sluggish too, except whenSam comes up beside him with the box full of evidence tucked under his arm, andDean grabs his elbow in shock like, if he says so himself, a striking snake,and feels Sam start, all nine feet of him. “Dude,” Dean says,complaining weakly. About what, he doesn’t know. Take a number.

“Come on,” Sam says, and does him the service ofat least pretending to sound compassionate while he sticks his hand in Dean’sfront pocket and steals the keys. In the car, then, and the passenger seatmaking the world seem weird and wrong-way-round like it always does, and thesensation of the world bleeding away around the edges makes him nauseatedenough that he closes his eyes and just listens to the engine instead. Yeah,better. The rumble, and the tires working their way steadily over the bumpywoods path and then onto clean smooth asphalt, rolling easy, the car respondinglike she should even if the wrong hands are on the wheel.

Their place during this whole thing—chasing Mr. Wizard, and killinghim, and investigating whatever other weird experiments he’d had going onbesides a cougar-woman hybrid that was, frankly, terrifying to kill—has beenanother cabin, closer to town but private enough, and it’s got a king bed and aporch to watch the sun set over the lake and a minifridge full of beer. Dean’sgrateful for the last part, fumbling his way across the wood floor as he stripsoff his jacket, too hot. “Dean,” Sam says, and Dean opens his eyes tofind himself sitting on the floor in the kitchenette, shoulders pressed againstthe cool plastic face of the fridge, and he doesn't—remember, getting here, butit’s nice anyway.

“Dean,” Sam says, closer, and smiling kind of—Sammysmiling, that’s nice, that doesn’t happen enough in Dean’s book—and he’s clear,clear even though the rest of the world is really just fuzz, the planes of hisface vivid, that curl that always pops up under his ear in perfect detail. Deanreaches out a hand and tweaks it between two fingers, his breathing feelingweird. “Dude, you’re a mess.”

“Yeah,” Dean says, agreeing pointlessly, and Sam says,“Have you been listening, at all?”

Dean snorts. “Obviously,” he says, and Sam hearsit for the lie it is and rolls his eyes, and then says, “Okay, give meyour hands,” and Dean puts them on Sam’s face, rubbing his thumbs alongSam’s cheekbones. Sam blinks at him and the smile that time is—oh, different.Better. His face, yeah. Yeah. Sam takes his wrists—soft, like Sam isn’tsometimes—and says, “Yeah, buddy, that’s it—come here,” and standsup, and Dean rises up with him without any apparent decision making from hisbrain.

His brain. He breathes in, smells Sam. Salt and the sweatfrom the day, and their Alpine Fresh laundry detergent, and the Old Spice inhis pits, and he says, carefully, “I got hit with something, huh?”and Sam half-laughs and says, “Got it in one, man,” and then says,“Hey, Dean.”

Big hand on Dean’s jaw. He leans into it, feels like all hisbody-weight’s there. “Sam,” he says, the only natural response, andSam touches his waist, holds him steady. “Oh, man, you’re wasted,” hesays, distant somehow, and then he thumbs under Dean’s lip and leans close,close enough that his face is all Dean can��needs—wants to see. “Tell mewho I am.”

Dean blinks, holds onto Sam’s shirt. “Sammy,” hesays, wanting to be right. Knows he is.

“Yeah,” Sam says, encouraging. “And what elseam I?”

“My brother.” Dean ducks in, smells Sam closer.The hollow of his throat, fuck. Who knew it smelled so good. “My…” hestarts, but there’s not—the words don’t fit, that should go there. There isn’tone. Sam should come up with one. He’s smart. God, he smells good, and Dean's—hot,so hot, and he can hear his heart beating hard in his ears.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Sam says, low, and cups ahand around the back of his head. “Man, you are gone. Okay. Just—if youcan understand me,” he says, and Dean presses his face into Sam’s throat,presses himself closer, and hears Sam’s breath hitch—"Shit—Dean, it’sgoing to be okay, all right? I think—I’m like ninety percent that it’s notfatal, but it’s going to last a while, and—oh, fuck it, come here—"

It blurs, and it doesn’t. Afternoon still, and the lightpouring through the room, and the heat of it. Dean’s naked, spread on the bed,and he’s not sweating but Sam is, and Sam’s skin—that’s clear, every mole, thefreckle just behind his ear that Dean’s always loved and is so often covered upby that mess of hair. Dean cups his hands around Sam’s jaw, holds him there forDean to look at, because he’s clear in every particular: his eyelashes and his lips,and the tucked-in dent of dimple when Dean says—something—and Sam laughs athim, and Dean becomes aware only after taking in Sam’s face that Sam’s fuckinghim, surging deep with Dean’s thighs slung loose and useless around his hips,slow, good. He arches his back, shoving down on the pressure inside, and Sam’seyes close—but no, no. “Look,” Dean says, stupid, and Sam doesn’t buthe does put his face there beside Dean’s face, their cheeks pressed togetherand Sam’s ear pink and clear in Dean’s vision, and he hauls Dean’s legs up onhis forearms and crushes deep—deeper—and Dean gulps air and touches the sweaton Sam’s back because, oh, there. Sam, Sam, every part of him something Deanloves.

He pushes—uncoordinated—and Sam lifts up, concernedeyebrows, and Dean pushes and Sam lands on his back—and his hands, his hands.Golden light and golden hands and the grip of them, the taste—Dean pushes histongue against the ridge of nail, the bed of it, salt, the fingerprint pressinginto the inside of his cheek. “Jesus,” Sam says, somewhere, butthere’s his ribcage and his chin, and his dick rising high above his hips, wetalready—how?—but Dean takes it in his mouth either way, ignoring Sam’s gaspingprotest of—"Wait—wait, Dean, I already—" but it’s so—solid,and the weight of it right, right, and he sinks down and down and feels it pushinto his throat and Sam’s thighs spasm around him and he says high-up holyshit and Dean presses his forehead against Sam’s belly and his nose intoSam’s pubes and he feels—right, right again, the pain distant, his lungs givingup—and then—no—

Sam’s hands on his face, patting it, holding his throat.“You okay?” he says, red-faced, and Dean doesn’t know why, or why hischest is heaving like it is.

“Sam,” Dean says, dumb, and blinks because his eyesdon’t want to work—wet falling down his cheeks and even Sam sparking strange inhis vision. He gapes, empty. “I—I need—”

“Okay,” Sam says, nodding, and Dean’s drawn up tohis mouth and fed kisses and takes them, so grateful, Sam’s tongue and his lips,his breath filling Dean’s mouth when Dean can’t seem to get the air himself—andSam says, the strangest note in his voice, “Fuck, you’re not evenhard,” his fingers slipping around where Dean’s dick hangs useless fromhis hips—but that doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter, and Dean reaches behindhimself and grasps, whining, and Sam knows, Sam knows, and he says, “Yeah—fuck,yeah, I’ve got you, it’s okay,” and that pressure, big and blunt andthreatening and then the, yes, press in, and Dean feels like his lungs work again,and he wraps his hand into Sam’s hair and keeps his face there for Dean to see,to take in, and Sam blinks at him and licks his own open mouth and shoves hiships up, hard, and Dean rocks with it, takes it, because—god—Sam, Sam, Sam.

Dean wakes up dry-mouthed, aching. His asshole hurts andwhen he swallows his throat’s raw. “What,” he whispers, and Sam’sthere, immediately, with a glass of water that Dean gulps down.

“How’re your eyes?” Sam says, taking the glassaway.

Dean blinks. Sam’s all he can see at first—bare chest andshoulders, bite—bitemarks?—all over, and a, jesus, hickey blooming up on thebase of his throat. The rest of the room's… there, in a nighttime way, but hestill can’t see the edges. “Not fixed,” he says, rough. Yikes.

A nod and a corner of Sam’s mouth turning up.“Figured,” he says. “Still got a ways to go.”

Dean drags a hand over his face. Aspirin wouldn’t go amiss.“What is it?” he says. “I feel like a—skanky prom date.”

Sam snorts. “I think the only kind of prom date you’dbe is one from a porno,” he says, dry. He shrugs one shoulder. He is stillnaked, Dean realizes, and Dean is too. The sheets are tugged away, though, anda clean blanket’s under Dean’s ass. “It’s a love spell.”

Dean pauses in his struggling to sit up, like an adult.“A love spell.”

Another shrug, and this time the one-sided smile looks alittle smug. “I mean, more or less. Spellwork, as far as I can tell from hisnotes. Trying to get a fair maiden to want him.”

“Is that right.” Dean lets his head thunk backagainst the headboard. He’s never living this down.

“Pretty standard stuff for unscrupulous witches,”Sam says, and his smile goes more natural. “Figure it must not be havingthe same effect, if the feeling’s already there.”

Dean licks his lips. They’re sore, too. Sam looks at himsteady for a few seconds, and then stands up and goes to the kitchenette tofill Dean’s water glass again. His ass looks good, in the lamplight. “Anyway,”Sam says, half over his shoulder. “I figure we can probably work out theworst of it here, and we can start heading back to the bunker in the morning.There’ll be something there to break it, and if all else fails—maybe Cas willknow what to do.”

Cas. Well, there’s a nightmare Dean didn’t need. His chestfeels warm, his fingers itching. He licks his lips again, slides his thighstogether. Slick. Sam leans against the sink, too many yards away, watching himwith eyes that should be hard to see from here but Dean can, Dean can see everydetail, and his whole body’s tingling for it. “Worse ways for a job tofinish up, I guess,” he says, while he’s still halfway coherent, and Samlaughs.

“Yeah, I can think of a few,” he says, and comes backto the bed, and his skin touches Dean’s skin, and that’s all Dean needs, forthe rest of the night.

#Anonymous #wincest #my writing #i've never actually written sex pollen before #...er at least i don't think i have #it's fun #--oh shit wait! i did with sam/claire #well this was fun anyway

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irrlicht-writes · 4 years

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eight feet under

Characters: Husk, Alastor, Mariah, Alastor’s Mom

Pairing: Husk/Alastor

Summary: He almost didn’t take the call. It was late, and he was tired and people shouldn’t call other people this late anyway. But Alastor only ever called when he was bored or needed something. And Husk couldn’t deny him if he needed help, so he had to pick up. Fuck. He wished he hadn’t. It’d be okay. It’d be okay, because in the morning, all that would be left would be a dirty old puddle of old oil.

A/N: High School Hazbin Time! FTM Alastor, although he barely piques up here. Husk is MVP in everything

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He was tired when he got that call. It’d been a long day – every day was long – and he just wanted to sleep. And yet, here he sat, trying to do homework like an idiot. Mariah, bless her soul, was already asleep and fuck if he knew where his parents were. He just wanted them to come home on their own again – mainly because they took the fucking car and he really needed that shit.

So when that call came, he almost didn’t pick it up. It was after ten already, whoever wanted shit could wait until tomorrow, right? Only it was Alastor’s number displayed on the screen and he kinda had to pick it up. Either Alastor was just bored or he needed something. Husk really hoped that asshole needed something. Work had been terrible today and he didn’t think he could stand mindless babble now.

He sighed and picked up on the fourth ring.

“Al, what the fuck do you want”, he barked into the phone.

“I want you, Husky. Can you get here?”

That sounded weird. Want him? Since when? “Where the fuck is here?”

Alastor described it to him. What the fuck was he doing in a parking lot so late? He wasn’t gonna deal with drugs now, was he? Well, if he did, Husk would just take them away from him; what was that scrawny ass gonna do about it?

“I’m gonna be there soon.”

“Just hurry up, Husky, please.”

He sounded needy for whatever reason. Husk didn’t want to be worried, but there was little he could to about it. So he checked on Mariah very quickly. No matter how much he cared for Alastor, Mariah had to come first. At least they got along – a little too well, in his opinion. Fucking Husky.

But she was fine, sound asleep. He didn’t like leaving her alone when his parents weren’t home – what if they came back and did something? But then again, it wouldn’t change if they were actually here. So it’d be fine. He wouldn’t be long. He’d just get to Al, grab his ass and throw it into the – fuck, the car. He’d have to take the bike, like a teenager. Fuck. Fine. He had no other options.

That red-haired bastard was gonna be the end of him.

Twenty-two minutes after the call, he finally made it to the parking lot in question. Hopefully nobody would catch them out here. The last thing he needed were the cops on his ass for being out so late. And he also didn’t need Alastor’s dad on his ass as well, when he thought about it. He ditched the bike at the entrance, that trashy old thing and hoped Al didn’t just prank-call him, the motherfucker.

“Husky”, came a voice from the side and he was jumped.

Now, Alastor was the far opposite of a touchy person. Being touched was a big no-no, and even touches he himself initiated were very calculated. A hand, an arm, never the whole body, and if there was no way around it, contact would always be very brief. So, to get jumped by Alastor like that – legs locked around his hips and arms slung around his neck – made Husk worry very, very much. Was he drunk? He didn’t smell anything, and getting drunk alone in an empty parking lot sucked balls. Even worse was the fact that Al started nicking on his neck. Was he about to die?

“Allie”, he said and removed his friend from him. Alastor had none of that and just pressed up close again. Husk swore if that dude would have a dick, it’d be pressing too, and that was a fucking weird thought to have.

“Allie, what happened? Why’d you call me?”

Alastor took his hand and pulled him a bit. Walking was made hard by Alastor pressing against him. If Husk didn’t know better, he’d say Al was horny. But that dude had no sex drive, how would that work? Was he high? Did he take the drugs already and Husk was just here to clean up the mess? Alastor stopped again, and kissed his neck again. He might even bite a bit, but Husk didn’t really care about that.

They weren’t alone on this parking lot, and yet they were the only two living souls.

It was dark, but Husk didn’t need any fucking light to see that that puddle over there was blood. He didn’t need to be fucking smart to understand that that dude there wasn’t just taking a god-forsaken nap. He stepped closer in order to make out who that dead fellow was.

Fuck.

Fuck he knew that guy.

It was Rodney. Fucking Rodney, dead on the fucking ground, with Alastor – wait. Wait why was Alastor even here? Did he – did he kill that guy?

Yeah sure, Rodney had been spilling some bad rumours about Husk, but that wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. People liked to run their mouths, and he was new and big and grim-looking – who else would they make rumours about? And yeah, sure, it upset him at times, ‘cause why the fuck couldn’t people just shut their fucking traps but – this?

He didn’t even ask Alastor. Who else would have done it? And that sorta explained Al’s behaviour too – and it turned Husk’s stomach sour. What was he gonna do now? His friend would be in so much – trouble wasn’t even the right word for it, for fuck’s sake. He’d go to jail. Fuck knew what else, then. No. No, he couldn’t let that happen. Alastor was stupid and needy and a dumbass and needed a good ass-kicking, but – Husk couldn’t let this sit. He needed to do something. First.

Get Alastor away from here. Figure out how much he remembered. Second.

Get the body away from here. Anywhere would work. Third.

Get rid of any evidence. Alastor wasn’t wearing gloves because he was stupid. Okay. Okay. He looked around. He couldn’t see any security cameras, and this was a low-tier store. He just prayed there wasn’t any footage. ...no. That wouldn’t be enough. Fuck. Okay. Okay, he could do this. First things first.

He grabbed Alastor – it wasn’t hard, he wrapped his legs around his hips again – and returned to his bike. He needed to call Alastor’s mom. Later. Get that asshole home first and pray his parents hadn’t returned yet.

Now, riding a bike while your passenger tries to hump you was extremely difficult. He couldn’t swat Al’s fingers away fast enough to stop him from unbuttoning his shirt. Fine. Whatever who cared.

Since Alastor was complicating everything, it was after eleven when they got home. And also he lost his shirt. Hopefully he’d find it on the way back. It didn’t help that Alastor was giggling and licking his fucking back. That was the start of the worst porno he’s ever been a part of.

“Husky, why are you naked?”

Of. Fucking. Course.

“It’s complicated, sweetie, go back to bed, yeah?”

“Are you and Allie gonna have the sex?”

Why the fuck did a three-year-old know about that. Had fucking Angel been here? “No. Al is very tired, sweetheart, and I was very warm. So I’m carrying him to bed. See? Nothing bad, go back to sleep.”

Mariah pouted. “I wanna be an aunt!”

“Yer never gonna be an aunt, please just go to sleep.”

She stomped back into her room. Husk groaned.

“We could have the sex, y’know~”

“Fuck you. Are you fucking done sucking on me?”

Alastor just giggled and it took all of Husk’s willpower to not smash him into the wall.

He hurled the guy on his makeshift-bed and then had to wrestle him down. Who the fuck got horny because he killed a guy? “Just go to sleep, Allie, please.” He wasn’t above begging, but Alastor didn’t even hear him.

“We should have the sex, Husky~”

Now, well, of course Husk would like to have sex with Alastor one day. And he’d definitely be on board, if it weren’t for the small fact that there was a fucking corpse out there with Alastor’s fingerprints all over it.

“No.”

“Come on, Husky, I know how to do it, I’ve watched videos.”

And wasn’t that a terrifying image. “I’m sure you can, dove. But I ain’t gonna have sex with a guy that can’t take his binder off, yeah?”

Alastor squirmed and then turned around. Thank fuck. “Let’s talk about fucking you in the morning, yeah?” Alastor just grunted. At least that was taken care of now. Not that things were going to be easier. “Go to sleep, Al.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, he just rushed out the door again, phone in hand. He called Alastor’s mom. Hopefully she’d still be up and not worried sick, about to send a search party out.

“Husky! It’s so nice of you to call. How’s my favourite lovebird?”

“I, uh, I just called to let you know Al’s stayin’ over tonight –“

“Well, of course he is. He’s said that to me before he headed out. Don’t tell me he just sprung that on you! I’ll have a talk with him tomorrow.”

Oh. Well, that was good. At least that meant Al had an alibi. And nobody knew he’d be meeting Rodney in the parking lot. That was, if Rodney hadn’t told anyone. Husk couldn’t do anything about that.

“Well, ehm, he... I just thought I should tell you again. Sorry for disturbin’ you.”

“Husky, you could never disturb me! You and Mariah should come over for dinner again soon.”

She was way too chipper for the mother of a killer, not that she knew. And also, her open show of love felt very suffocating to Husk.

“I, erm. Yeah, sure, I’ll think about it. Anyway, I gotta go sleep now, bye.”

He hung up the phone before she could tell him she loved him. He didn’t need that shit right now.

Rodney was still there. For some reason, he feared he’d be gone. But that only worked in movies. Rodney was there, and he was very much dead. Okay. He needed to take him away. It’d be weird on a bike, and he wouldn’t be able to take the main roads, but he could do it. But first – he needed to know.

He slowly stalked the store, every step taken with caution. So far, he hadn’t spotted a camera. It could be they only had them inside. He hoped or it, at least. After rounding the whole building and spotting no camera whatsoever, he felt a bit relieved. That was one worry off his back, at least. He couldn’t do anything about the blood puddle though. He hoped that by morning, it would simply look like old oil, maybe. He bent down and picked Rodney up. Dude was heavy, but that was a staple with dead bodies. Burning him would be by far the best method of getting rid of the body, but Husk didn’t have the means to create such a large bonfire – people would see. He returned to his bike.

He used his belt to tie Rodney to him, at least somewhat. Dude just had to stay on, and the belt would help with that. He needed a shovel, and luckily he knew where to find that. It would take a while, because he had to be careful. There was no point in speeding, if he had to stop every so often to pick Rodney back up.

His destination was a little shack ways behind the tree line. It was mainly used as a pit-stop for eager wanderers, but it held a shovel. Husk didn’t allow himself to stray from the path – not because he feared he’d get lost, but because he didn’t want to leave too obvious foot-prints. At least Rodney wasn’t bleeding anymore.

He opened the door to the hut and hauled Rodney over his shoulder. He hoped the movement wouldn’t make him bleed again. He was getting stiff. He had to hurry. He grabbed the shovel, having no intent to return it, and left. He couldn’t bury the body too close, because there was always the risk of discovery. No. He had to go deeper into the woods.

Husk stopped when he couldn’t see the shack anymore. Granted, in the dark that probably didn’t mean much, but he didn’t have any options. He tossed Rodney onto the ground and started digging.

Husk didn’t bring any way to measure how deep he dug, so he had to do it on instinct alone. He figured once it’d be hard to reach the edge, that’d be enough. It was going to be a lot of work.

Three hours later, he was exhausted. But he did it. His arms were shaky, but the hole was deep enough now. He hauled himself up again, and dragged Rodney in. He was all but stiff now. Okay. Now it was time to close the hole. And then put some leaves and twigs over it and pray to whatever entity existed that nobody would find this spot or dig it up for whatever reason.

At five, he dragged himself out of the woods, back to his bike. His whole body was shaky, and in two hours, he had to wake Mariah up. Everything was gonna be okay. His shirt was still gone, but he cared not for it. He could explain. His horny boyfriend wanted to dry-hump him on his bike, what was so weird about that?

Husk arrived home a few minutes shy of six. Shower. He needed to shower. He stashed his bike in the garage and put the shovel next to it. He didn’t know what to do with it yet. He’d figure it out. Not now. He needed to shower, wake Mariah up and hope everything would be alright.

Twenty minutes later, he sat naked on the makeshift-bed, with Alastor’s binder in hand. Having taken it off now wouldn’t do much good, but hey, two hours without was better than nothing, right? He didn’t know what to do.

He was afraid.

If somebody found out, he’d take the blame, but... what about Mariah? He was sure Abby would take her in and care for her, but... he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to leave Mariah behind. That was the whole point of coming here.

His parents were still not home.

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