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stoney-siren · 3 years

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May I Have This Dance? PART 2 (Sal Fisher x Reader)

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Summary: After you confront Ash on your crush on Sal, she takes you to some friends who she believes to have good advice on what you should do. Meanwhile Sal is trying to work up the courage to asking you out.

Warnings: Swearing, possible mentions of drug use, slight angst?

It had been a few days after your conversation with Ashley, that day she had taken you to go meet up with Maple and Chug, who were somehow excellent advice givers. Not only that, but they knew how to keep a secret too, you weren’t too trustful of them at first, but after a couple of days with their lips sealed, you started to trust them a bit more.

So there you were sitting in your apartment with Ash, your mom was out getting groceries, so it gave you two some time to try and plan out how to ask Sal to the prom. Little did you two know that Larry and Sal were doing the exact same thing on the fourth floor in Sals room.

“I was thinking of either wearing this purple dress I have, or a green one.” Ash commented as she messed with her polaroid camera.

“I think the purple would really compliment your eyes.” Ash smiled at your feedback and nodded her head in agreement.

“What do you think Larry, Todd, and Sal are doing?” She questioned, getting up and sitting beside you at your desk and taking a look at what you were writing.

You have been spending almost the whole day writing down ideas on how to ask out Sal, but everything that came to mind just sounded either cheesy, dumb, or both.

“Probably playing some video game on Sals gear boy.” You responded, sitting next to Sal and watching over his shoulder as he attempted to beat a video game was one of your favorite things to do, you found it adorable how he celebrated every time he beat a level.

“Speaking of Sal, these ideas of yours are starting to get pretty creative!” Ash took the paper you had been scribbling on from the desk and started to read what you had been writing.

Quickly, you snatched the paper back, even though you appreciated the compliment, you couldn’t help but imagine every way Sal could turn down every idea you came up with.

Sal stood in front of a mirror in Larrys room, messing with his hair and thinking of how he’d style it for prom.

“You should do a bun, I heard a lot of people find those attractive.” Larry commented from somewhere in the room, he himself was occupying his time with a painting he was working on.

“Nah dude.” He let his hair fall to his shoulders as he removed his pigtails, messing with the blue strands in his face.

“They’ll probably like your hair regardless what it looks like! If you wanna go with something mature then maybe you should just wear your hair down.” He continued to suggest from his easel.

“Yeah maybe,” he began, touching his prosthetic. “Larry, what if I want to kiss them?” That caught his attention real fast.

“Then do it bro! Nothings holding you back, unless of course they don’t want to.” He set his brush down and made his way over to the mirror, putting his hands on Sals shoulders.

“Yeah but.. They’ve never seen me without my prosthetic before, what if I scare them?” This was Sals usual nervous thoughts, always afraid of how his appearance would affect others.

“You’re not gonna scare them, trust me. You know (Y/N) better than that, they’ve gotta be the most kindest, and accepting person we know!” Larry tried to reassure his friend as Sal lowered his hand from his prosthetic, turning his gaze to his feet.

“I guess.” Deep down he knew Larry was right, but all the anxiety pent up inside just wouldn’t budge.

“The dance is in two days, you still have time to think of what you want to say to them.” And that’s all Sal thought of for the next two days, practicing in the mirror, even asking his dad for advice, which ended horribly since Henry was more proud of the fact that Sal wanted to ask someone out rather than giving him advice.

“Mom, I have to get going soon.” You tried to exclaim as your mother snapped another photo of you in your prom dress, part of you was feeling disappointed that you never got to ask Sal to the dance, but he had been avoiding you for the past few days now.

In fact, you actually started to grow worried that somebody might’ve told Sal about your little crush on him, your bets were on Chug. You could see him somehow spilling the beans on accident and then immediately trying to take it back and playing it off as a joke.

“Oh just one more photo!” Your mother cheered, snapping you from your thoughts, but before your mother could continue on with her photo shoot, there was a knock at the door.

“Those are my friends, can I go now?” You asked in a more harsh tone, trying to hint that you were getting impatient. Honestly, your mother could probably fill a whole scrap book with the amount of photos she had taken of you.

“Oh, fine! Maybe I could get a picture with you and your friends though?” She attempted one last time to get a few more pictures out of you.

“Mom!” You whined as you stepped over to the door, opening it to see your dear friends, Larry, Ash, and Sal.

“Heya (Y/N)!” Ash chirpped, she was wearing that purple dress that she spoke of a couple days ago. Larry and Sal were both in suits, and even though Sal still wore that blank prosthetic mask, he looked nervous for some reason.

“Hey (Y/N), y- you look nice.” Sal spoke, and wanted to punch himself for stuttering. Larry nudged Sal lightly and did his best not to burst into laughter right there.

“Thanks Sal! You look lovely too, are we ready to go? Where’s Todd.” You questioned, looking around for that brainy friend of yours.

“He’s helping Chug out with his outfit, he’s kinda nervous since he wants to ask Maple out.” It was Sals turn to nudge Larry back and give him a look from behind his prosthetic.

“Dude! We weren’t supposed to tell anyone!” Ashley and you both laughed a little, and honestly it was because you both knew Chug liked Maple from the start.

“Trust us, our lips are sealed!” You commented, stepping out of her apartment and waving your mom behind before closing the door before she could come attack you four with her camera.

You and the others stepped out of the building into the night, Larry pulled some car keys out of his pocket and unlocked Lisa’s car, which wasn’t far.

“We’re taking your moms car? Please tell me she’s okay with this.” You asked Larry, he only laughed and patted your shoulder.

“Yeah, she’s completely chill with me using her car tonight as long as I don’t wreck it! Only problem is that one of the seats is unavailable, and there’s six of us.” Larry explained.

“I call shot gun then!” Ash shouted as she rushed to the car in heels, it amazed me how fast she could run in those, even if they weren’t that high.

Chug and Todd had made their way out of the apartment just as Ash got to the car, you could now see what Larry was talking about when he said Chug was nervous. The poor guy was sweating bullets.

“Two people are gonna have to sit in the trunk.” Larry continued to explain, and Todd immediately spoke up.

“Chug can’t sit in the trunk, this nervous wreck will throw up all over Lisa’s car.” Chug tried to protest, claiming he wasn’t nervous, but it was clear to everyone that he was.

“I don’t mind sitting in the trunk.” Sal finally spoke, he seemed less nervous than before has he proceeded towards the car.

“Well then it’s settled I guess, (Y/N) and Sal will sit in the trunk, Todd and Chug will sit in the back, and Ash and I will sit in the front!” Before you could even try and argue with him, Larry was following Sal to the car with Chug and Todd close behind.

Why would you even try to fight with him on this? Being stuck in a small space with Sal Fisher? It was the perfect moment to try and make a move, you supposed you just didn’t want the others to overhear you, or end up having Ash tease the both of you.

“So you decided to join me?” Sal joked as you climbed into the trunk and laughed.

“Guess so!” You sat beside him as Larry closed the trunk and got into the drivers seat, starting the car and putting on some heavy metal music. Nobody really seemed to complain since he was giving everyone a ride.

“How are you feeling, (Y/N)?” He continued to conversation as the car was too noisy for anyone else to hear the two of you.

“Fine I guess, a bit nervous.” He seemed to relate to that as he nodded and stared up at the ceiling of the car, the both of you sat side by side, with your hands dangerously close. His nails were painted black, his hand looked so soft and holdable.

“What are you so nervous about? We’re gonna have fun tonight.” He stated that with enough confidence that it almost felt like a fact.

Silence fell between the two of you as Larry’s metal music started to overtake the car, the sound of Todd reassuring Chug mixed into the ambiance of the car. Slowly, just ever so slowly, your hand creeped closer to Sals, your mind raced with thoughts both positive and negative, what if he pulled away? What if he held your hand? Before your hand could even touch his, Larry took a tight turn, and Sals body crashed into yours.

“Larry!” You could hear Ash yell from the front of the car, your head hit the floor of the trunk rather roughly.

“What!” Larry cackled as he continued to drive the car, the pain in your head instantly faded when you made eye contact with the blue haired boy on top of you in a rather intimate position.

“U- Uh- I- I’m so- so sorry (Y/N)!” He immediately sat up and pulled himself off you as you sat up yourself. Before you could try and say anything, Larry took another tight turn and this time you fell against Sals chest, his back colliding with the side of the trunk.

“Larry! Sal and (Y/N) are in the trunk without seatbelts! Could you be a bit more gentle on those turns!?” Todd spoke up this time, you were just praying he wouldn’t turn back and take a look at the two of you, now smushed together.

“S- Sal I’m sorry!” You could feel your face practically about to burst into flames as you tried to pull yourself up, and his hand wrapped around your wrist to help support you.

“I- It’s okay, it’s neither of our faults, just Larry’s reckless driving.” He chuckled off the tension between the two of you as the car started to come to a halt. Todd turned back in his seat as Chug exited the car.

“Hey, we’re here.” He stated bluntly before leaving the car. Larry opened the trunk for the two of you as the both of you climbed out, Sal gave Larry a punch on the shoulder.

With that, most of your friends vanished into the crowd of students you have known for a while, you stuck close to Larry and Sal though as you made your way into the schools gym, which was now decorated surprisngly nicely by your peers. Students were dancing, chatting, and overall having a nice time.

“Hey, hey (Y/N)!” Ash shouted over the music, she looked relieved that she finally found you. It had been almost an hour into prom, and you have just been standing to the side and dancing to some of your favorite songs. Maple had came by a few times to ask you about the Sal situation, but you didn’t have much to say to her. You just didn’t know how to approach him after that moment in the car.

“Yeah Ash?” You responded to her, you knew your voice was gonna be a bit soar after tonight, but who cared?

“I got the DJ to play a slow song after this one! You need to go find Sal!” Ash yelled to you, instantly your face heated back up almost similar to that moment in the car.

“Why would you do that!?” Now beginning to panic, Ash took you by the shoulders and looked you in the eyes.

“Because the both of you need to just get your shit together and dance!” And with that she pushed you off into the crowd to go find Sal.

Instead of finding Sal, you found Travis Phelps, school bully and your friend groups worst enemy. You couldn’t help but sometimes feel bad for the guy though, since you heard his dad was a preacher and he was always looking a little beat up. Travis gave you a disgusted look.

“Oh, it’s you, I overheard you and that bitch.” He sneered, you wanted to defend Ashley, but he went on. “Do you really think that freaks gonna wanna dance with you?”

“Shut up Travis, all you ever do is pick on us, I don’t understand what we did to deserve your cruelty!” You replied, clearly upsetted by his comment.

“Whatever, can’t wait to hear all about how Sally Face rejected you tonight!” His final remark made your heart sink, as you heard a familiar voice from behind you. Sal was standing there with Larry close behind, looking ready to beat the crap out of Travis.

Waves of embarrassment washed over you as Sal just seemed to blankly stare at you, was Travis right? Did he really not like you like that? You didn’t want to think about it, you did the only thing you could think of, which was to run away from the three of them and escape to the outside of the school.

You hated Travis for doing that to you, he let everything you worked so hard on just slip out right in front of Sal. Hot tears filled your eyes as you collapsed to your knees, attempting to frantically wipe your tears.

“Stupid, stupid..” You mumbled, the music from the gym had made its way outside the building now muffled though and more quiet, you always hated how loud school gatherings would play their music. As you attempted to contain yourself, you heard the door you exited from open and close, and a soft and gentle voice call out to you.

“(Y/N)?” Sal called, the sound of his shoes against the concrete floor rang in your ears as you lifted your head.

“Sal.. I’m sorry. I..” You were lost for words, what were you suppoed to tell him? Try and lie? Tell the truth? You soon snapped out of it again as you heard slow music begin to play from inside the gym, and Sal offered his hand out to you a bit hesitantly.

“(Y/N), may I have this dance?” Your heart sank as you quickly took his hand, he pulled you onto your feet and wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping his other hand entangled with yours.

The both of you were so close that you could hear him softly breathe against his prosthetic, your heartbeats were almost in sinc as he began to lead you passively with the song. His eyes remained on yours, and yours remained on his.

“Sal,” you began, he was all ears, “Do you like me?” He lightly laughed at your comment, which made you a bit nervous until he responded.

“(Y/N), I’ve had a crush on you for like, three years. I’ve been waiting for a moment like this since forever.” He spoke softly, you never knew that he could be this romantic, it made your heart just want to burst from your chest.

The song eventually ended, but Sal continued to hold you, slowly he untangled his hand with yours and touched the bottom of his prosthetic. You had always silently theorized what Sal may have looked like under his prosthetic, so excitement overcame you as Sal slowly lifted his prosthetic off his face.

“You’re.. A work of art.” The compliment escaped your lips before you could even process them, his cheeks grew deep red as he sheepishly smiled.

“Thank you, (Y/N), would you.. Or.. Could I um.. Kiss you?” He softly asked, of course you responded with a nod before pulling him into a light kiss. Sal instantly dropped his prosthetic and carressed the side of your face with his now free hand, you wrapped both your arms around his neck as he kissed you back lovingly and passionately.

When the two of you separated, you both were blushing messes, and lost for words. Your moment was at and end when you heard Larry open the door and call out for you two, Sal took your hand and gave you a caring smile.

“We should head back now, okay? Enjoy the rest of the night.”

A/N: Thanks to everyone who read this :) if you want more Sally Face content lmk!

#sally face #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader #larry johnson #ashley campbell #todd morrison

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vaguely-concerned · 3 years

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The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition

- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too

honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe

- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn

they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate

- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit

- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so:

and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):

in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way

the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!

- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space

- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss

(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol)

the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one

- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!

- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts

also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage

(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.)

- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh

I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.

I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)

Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show

- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe

“Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf

- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)

- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!

- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there

also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha

I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen

oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad

- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going.

- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design

- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha

wow haha um so anyway --

(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)

- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed

- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity

- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me h e l p

- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it

it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too

- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred

also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here

‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff

he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him

- okay so this

is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right

(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y)

- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten

- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta #okay I'm gonna have to. go take a calming walk or something after this haha

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defiant-firefly · 3 years

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Yo! Do you have any headcanons for team interactions and such in your p5r labby au? I'm really interested in the little things of how she meshes with the other characters

I do! Though everything is likely to change cause my mind is always a muddle till I actually ya know... Get there

Labrys strikes me as the type that will love literally anything that's not related to her past so I'm gonna take that and run a bit

Haru probably has the best relationship with her since she's around the longest in this AU aside from Yoshizawa. Labrys helps her out with her gardening and stuff and Haru has the patience of a saint with her and all her questions on how plants just grow. She likes showing her all these pretty flowers and stuff and they trade tips on axe wielding and stuff. Jdkdn they walk into Iwai's and Labrys is like 'so what kinda gun ya want?' and Haru points at the most explody thing she can see like 'that one.' and the second she first uses it she has the stupidest smile on her face and now Labrys wants one too.

Morgana is the one that wisely banned Labrys from using guns. She can't aim for shit and she nearly shot his tail off once so he makes the call that she's not allowed to shoot unless everyone is at a large, safe distance. He's encouraging towards her when it comes to making infiltration tools and he likes to bounce between staying with the different members of the team rather than just one. He absolutely abuses the fact Labrys doesn't have much of an understanding on what animals need to eat and will have sushi or curry or anything he can convince her is necessary to his health. Sojiro is like 'just give him cat food?' and then turns around and gives him curry and Morgana is loving it. Labrys is always fussing over him in his cat form though and while he pretends he hates it, he adores all the attention she loves giving him.

Makoto is a fun one. As student council president, Labrys looks up to her a great deal especially at first. Makoto's arc is a bit different in this AU but she becomes Labrys' go to when it comes to questions about how the world works. The team like dragging her into their shenanigans and whenever Makoto doesn't know the song they're singing in the Monabus there's a bunch of scandalised gasps and later Labrys spams her texts with all the songs she didn't know and all the new ones they're getting into. It takes ages before Labrys starts calling her by her name instead of 'Miss President' and it kinda irritates her but she kinda gets it.

Futaba introduces Labrys to Featherman and they maybe get a showtime where they imitate Team Rocket or something with Morgana. Once they get to know eachother, they bully eachother just a little bit in good fun and Sojiro just watches when these two get started with their little bickering matches like 'ah shit here we go again'. No one ever wins it usually ends with them both laughing about whatever dumb thing the other said last. Futaba likes to joke that she fears nothing since Labrys has the ability to talk to people and she doesn't and you can't tell me Futaba isn't a bad influence. At some point she's sat there trying to get Labrys to say 'fuck' and the next they've invented a coffee called 'Cyanide' so if anyone asks what they recommend they can say 'For you? Cyanide.' Basically: these two are chaos incarnate. Do not start a prank war. Futaba the master strategist will lead them to victory.

This is turning into a long post huh? But uhh Ryuji starts singing in the Monabus and suddenly these two are best friends. She helps him with training where she can and they hang out at the arcade sometimes building a hoard of tickets to get the biggest prizes possible. Labrys kinda gravitates towards him when she's feeling a little low and his persona's natural electric abilities are to blame. They leak out into the real world a bit and charge his phone a little and stuff so when Labrys is near she gets a little boost too. Ryuji uses it as an excuse to hug her. Futaba ships it but doesn't complain when they both hug her and her wireless headphones charge back up. He's kinda protective of the team, but especially with Ann and Labrys. He will not let her live down how she forgets she could yeet a train across the whole of Shibuya whenever she asks how he forgets his homework or something. He also probably loves the short jokes.

Ann uhh... Is Ann I guess? She's one of the ones my brain struggles to visualise doing stuff honestly. Maybe they go shopping together and just try on all the silly hats and stuff they can find. I have a few ideas for things they can do but they're spoiler heavy so I'll skip over those. She also forgets about Labrys' super strength and is amazed by it every single time she effortlessly lifts something. Maybe the one to explain sexualities to Labrys? I dunno I've not messed around much with her arc yet.

Yusuke is... Uhh well he's very spoiler heavy. They're both people watchers and just like vibing in eachothers company. They're very protective of eachother but don't necessarily talk much. He does become her curry taste tester though. She's determined to make sure he doesn't go hungry just like the rest of the team is. I dunno, they're vibers. Could both probably turn into theatre kids at the drop of a hat though

Yoshizawa is a fun one. Labrys isn't exactly human and Maruki didn't account for that and her already decent knowledge of illusionary abilities so Labrys is constantly getting her name wrong until they come up with a nice nickname to use instead. It kinda freaks Yoshizawa out but she sees Labrys calling Makoto 'Miss President' for ages and assumes she just sometimes has problems with names or something but being called her dead sister's name is weird as hell. They're relationship is a bit strained at first thanks to all that but it gets better. They're constantly supporting eachother and building eachother up. They do it with the rest of the team but when they do it with eachother they can be going back and forth for a while. Everyone outside their group assumes they're together. Whether they are or not is anyone's guess at this point though. Yoshizawa can and will eat as many Big Bang Burger kids meals as it takes to get Labrys all the spaceship toys and Labrys will practice for hours the gymnastics stuff she's been taught so she can get it right the next time they hang out. They will kill you with nice words and sunny smiles and feel no remorse and Akechi wonders how the fuck he's survived in their presence for more than five minutes. They're innocent oblivious beans and they get along so well singing showtunes with Ann and Ryuji in the Monabus.

I plan to give Akechi an overhaul I've not yet worked much on yet so I'll skip on him for now. And Akira has his own arc and stuff now that I don't really wanna spoil too much but he is sucked into what the school are now calling 'The Gardening Cult' with all the others.

I spent maybe too long on this but I don't care it was fun thanks for asking buuuud ^-^

#persona 5 royal #persona 4 arena #labrys #p5r labrys au #I'd tag everyone but I'm lazy and the cat is demanding food #i love this au #its so fun #if i could manage to focus on Ann in my head for a bit though that'd be great #a lot changes in this au ndkosjd #no one is safe from the au ray of doom #oh ub #long post #does akechi even count as a thief?#uh im gonna say no.#at least for now anyway #things will get clearer when i get there my head is a muddle honestly #it'll be fun when i do get there cause who knows whats gonna happen outside the main plot i got planned??#not me not you not anyone we have fun here #hope I've not given too much away here hmmm

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Can I get a soft happy cuddling time for bellarke? Please 🥺

This is a total mess cause I’m very sleepy, depressed and tired but-

Usually it is her that comes home late at night, always being held up at medbay, roped up in yet another case of a child who tripped over and needed to have their hand or leg cast or worse, someone got back from a trip outside the gates and ended up bleeding all over.

During the winter they dealt with the worst of the flu and he wouldn’t see her for days, only stopping by medbay to bring her food from the mess hall that she insisted he passed by through the window so he doesn’t get in and risk catching the disease.

He argued he always could get sick considering half the camp is but she still wouldn’t let him.

They’d stay by the window and talk because he refused to leave until she finished her plate, plus it was the only time besides sleep, when he was certain she’d get some rest.

Now, however...this year, it was different.

In the past few months he’s been the one coming back home late, picking up on extra guard shifts, sometimes spending the entire night out and then keeping it up until noon on the next day, pulling a double.

They needed the rations.

And she had to cut off on work the more time passed.

He smiles as he takes off his shoes and his jacket, trying to be quiet about it so he doesn’t wake her before he joins her under the blankets.

He can see her small figure curled up on her side, with her face to the light coming from the hearth and he tiptoes to the fire to make sure he puts on a few more woods before he gets in, desperate to always keep her safe, especially now.

When he finally turns to see her face he smiles.

There was just something so adorable about Clarke when she was asleep, the way her nose scrunched up sometimes, how she liked brushing it with her index finger as if trying to get rid of a scratch, her mouth falling open and quiet snores escaping her, her hair falling over her cheek and forehead, hiding away the red blush of her cheeks.

He tilts his head fondly at her.

“You’re staring and it’s creepy.” she huffs and he chuckles.

Of course she’d hear him.

“Can’t I enjoy a moment to look at my wife’s face?”

“No unless you get your ass in bed and kiss said wife’s face.”

“I love how pouty you are when you’re sleepy.” he smiles as he circles around the bed and starts taking off the gun and knives strapped to his belt as well as his holster.

“Shirt or no shirt?” he asks her, fingers wrapped around his tee.

Clarke really was grumpy when she was sleepy but she could get mean and angry if he was over or under-dressed too.

Sometimes on cold nights, she was in the mood of burying her nose in his shirt and sliding her hand under it, caressing his ribs, other times, she demanded he threw it off so she could push him on his back and nestle just above his heart, rubbing her nose in the crook of his neck.

He joked that he felt more like a pillow than a real human being but she just shushed him and kissed the place right above his heart which of course, made him forgive her grumpiness.

“No shirt.” she mumbles and he takes it off with a swipe “But I want you to spoon me.”

“Sure thing.” he promises when he picks up the blanket which turns out to be...

“Three, Clarke? You are that cold? Why didn’t you put more woods in the fire?”

“Just get in here you’re letting the cold in.” she scolds him and he quickly slides behind her, wrapping his hand around her middle and pushing her to his chest. She lets herself fall into him and moans satisfied.

“Better?”

“Better.”

“I don’t understand how you can feel cold under three blankets, in a bed next to a literal fireplace.” he chides lightly. “Is that my hoodie?” he asks after a beat when he realizes she’s wearing his black hoodie and blue shirt underneath while her legs, he knew were bare because she pressed her cold toes to him and when he slid his hand down to her thigh he found nothing but her polka dot panties.

“Clarke?”

“Don’t blame me, your son missed you. This was the best I could do before you got home.” he smiles fondly now, raises himself on his elbow and kisses her cheek before his hand moves to the increasingly growing bump.

“That so?”

“Mhm.”

“He’s been kicking you a lot?” she nods again, sneaking a peak at him before burying her face back in the pillow.

He moves a strand of her hair with his other hand and kisses her cheek once more, then her nose, then her lips. She wakes up a bit when he gets there and it makes him smile.

“A damn lot.”

“Bad guy.”

“Bellamy Blake, don’t insult our unborn child!” he chuckles again and rubs his hand up and down her bump.

God, some days he still can’t believe they really have this.

It’s been a year since they decided to start trying and honestly, both of them were getting kind of hopeless when one night she came home after a long shift in medbay and he waited for her on the dinner table, refusing to let her go to bed without having eaten first.

She’d been cranky for the past few weeks, always achy and snapping at him but he took it out to the fact that there was an increasingly growing amount of stupid patients with dumb injuries around camp with the weather all warm and sunny back then.

When she saw him there she had stopped dead on her feet and looked between him and the plate on the table.

“What are you doing?” she had asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing. I’m making sure you put a bite in your mouth today” he huffs annoyed and she expects a snarky retort but instead she just stands there and starts...crying.

He had jumped off his seat and rushed to her.

“Clarke, what’s going on, what’s wrong?”

She had smiled and kept crying and then caught his hand and put it on her stomach. It took him a moment to figure it out, thinking that she was in pain or that she wanted help but couldn’t speak it out and then he met her eyes and he saw it all there.

He had dropped to his knees and kissed her stomach, crying himself.

Now here they were, almost eight months later, with so little to go and he still felt as if he was dreaming some days.

“I’m sorry, big boy.” he says rubbing her stomach and moving under the three blankets to kiss her stomach briefly “I love you, but we have to give mom a rest, what do you say?”

He almost doesn’t believe it when he gets a kick at that.

“I’ll take it as a yes.”

“Hey, come here.” Clarke pulls him up, rolling on her back and letting him hover over.

It’s harder now, especially with the big bump between them but still he makes sure he inches away from their son before he lets her pull him in for a long and hard kiss.

When he pulls up she cups his cheeks and looks into his eyes.

“You’re tired, Bell.” she says with worry and he shakes his head stubbornly. So what? He’s been working a bit more than usually, it’s nothing he couldn’t and hasn’t handled before.

“Good thing I’m in bed with you now, huh?”

“Bellamy-”

“Shh, come on, let’s cuddle.” he’s good at that lately, changing the subject, making it all about them instead of him.

After all, it was her who struggled every day to carry their child, her who had to walk around with swollen ankles and really awful back pain, her who couldn’t tie her shoes alone anymore and her who still went to work and though with Abby’s help he had convinced her to cut down on her hours, still spent endless amounts of time on foot with a tiny little bean kicking at her at all times or making her go crazy about eating a water melon in the middle of the night like last week.

His extra shifts were nothing in comparison.

“Tell me about your guys’ day.” he begs when he helps her roll over to her side and spoon her just like before.

He loves them like this-all warm and soft. Clarke gets really mushy, like jello as she herself says, when he’s there, but he knows it’s more than that-she feels safe wrapped around him and he loves that he can give her that comfort especially now, even if he can’t do much else to ease her pain.

When he throws his arm over her big tummy, she likes covering it with her smaller one, her fingers as usually...cold,move over his rough ones.

She blabs about medbay, those kids that went sliding down a hill and some of them got really bad bruises or even breaks.

“Remind me to never let our kid slide, okay?”

“But you love the snow?” he had argued in their baby boy’s defense.

“Fine...but only with our supervision.”

“Oh, that’s a given, princess.” she smiles at that and he has to lean down and kiss her beauty mark because he just can’t help himself. “How’s the back pain today?” he asks carefully.

“Fine. Better.”

He always could tell when she lied and she wasn’t the only one trying to divert the subject from herself so he slides his hand away from under hers and moves it to her back, where he carefully presses on with his thumb. Her breath hitches and he finds a couple of more swollen places to dig into and try to relax.

“Better, huh?”

“Like yours is any good. I bet you can’t lift your arm above your head right now.”

“I can.”

“If I wasn’t so tired I’d make you stand up and prove it to me but we’ll have to leave it for tomorrow.”

That makes him furrow his eyebrows as he keeps working on the knots in her back feeling her tension leave her. He hates that she was so exhausted and quickly makes up his mind as to what added to it.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me, you know?” he stops his short massage when he feels her hand move and squeeze his wrist before pulling it over to her bump, a quiet request that he can stop now, she’s all better and they can rest.

One look at her gave him everything he needed to know-she was on the verge of falling but by some miracle, she was managing to keep herself afloat.

“If I didn’t, who’d make sure you actually got into bed?” she’s not wrong.

Most nights he came in and upon finding her asleep, started doing chores around the cabin so he could ease her tasks for tomorrow and then he’d sneak into the little shack they had in the backyard where he was working on their baby boy’s crib.

He wanted to have everything ready before he came so what if he lost a few hours of sleep to make sure it was all done?

“I’m fine, Clarke.” he promises, pulling her to his chest once more and tucking the blankets over them, making sure they’re all warm.

“Problem is...I don’t believe ....that lie anymore.” she mumbles with eyes drooping making him smile once more. God, she was everything like this, he thought.

“I love you, princess.” he mumbles before resting his head on her shoulder, cheek pressed to hers, making her sigh in content.

“Love you too, Bell.” he starts drifting off himself when he hears her add “But I’m still making you lift your arm above your head tomorrow just to prove my point.”

He smiles thinking how in the morning they’ll be a total mess, both of them rushing to get to work, throwing clothes at each other, discussing plans, kissing in the bathroom, maybe making love and in the midst of it all, he was sure, she’d find a way to grab his elbow and push his arm up.

And dammit, he knew even now...he’d lose that fight.

#bellarke fanfiction #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellarke fic #fluff #kid!fic #okay idk #im very tired #i should've left this for tomorrow #lol #sorry nonnie #my writing #Anonymous

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 1.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you'll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like the scary example of what will happen when you don't obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: Man, Fez is just my main bitch from Euphoria. I just adore him the most. His breakfast is consistent with Respecting Women Juice™️ and Keeping His Shit Together Juice™️. He might not be the brightest man around, but I think he's gentle and caring. Like hell.

A/N: The reader is around 17 to 18 years old, not further explained, attending high school. Rue and the gang are around the same age and since Fezco's age was never actually clarified, let's go with 23.

A/N: This takes place in a universe where Jules was away for a while, but after a few months she came back to Rue.

Warnings: Talking about drugs, drug addiction, smoking, drinking alcohol. You know. Basically the normal lives of today's kids.

Word count: 3 K +/-

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Ever since you were a kid, the adults always told you that you can be whatever you would like to be. When you were five, they lied to you - they told you that you can be a pirate or a princess, or an astronaut or a zoo animal keeper for that matter.

When you were ten, they usually started to be critical to you just as you started as well. You slowly realized that being a plumber or a social worker is maybe the place you were supposed to be, you started to base your imaginations off the reality.

When you were fifteen, it all came together - you knew what should you do, what is off your limits and what stays in your boundaries. You could still be something even if you weren't the smartest or the funniest in your class, or the best of bureaucracy.

And when you go to college you most likely know what you'll do with your life - that you would be a nurse, a teacher, a biologist or you know that you will not go to college at all. Sometimes the young people didn't even continue to college. Sometimes it just doesn't work out. It simply happens.

But they were the other ones - the people who weren't destined to have a normal life. Those who dropped out of high school and just started to live by their own rules and who tried their best to go through life without some bigger problems.

Your mums usually told you not to be dumb, not to hang out around these people, stay out of their presence and ignoring them as well as you could. But some of them weren't that bad, they weren't the garbage of the society as your mums told you.

Every one of them had a reason to be as they were - usually it was a reality-based reason, something that made a perfect sense when explained, a serious social issue. You just had to ask them - some of them became gang members to help their family financially, others had committed prostitution, some of them were part of the black market with guns. Most of their fates circled around money. Money, the thing you need to survive in this cruel, cruel world.

Love meant a lot to those who wanted it. But money mattered way more. You needed money to survive - it was to survive or to be killed. No other options were remaining.

You lived in a small town since you were born. Everyone knew everything about everyone. It was just as simple as that. It took you by surprise when your parents told you that you'll be moving out of your birth town in the next few weeks to some strange suburb on the other side of America.

You heard that it actually snows there during winter which was a pleasant change from the hotness of Arizona. Also, it was nearer to the bigger cities of the United States - and you were pumped to visit them with your mum and siblings or cousins. To shop, to see something new, to actually get some experience.

“It isn't that bad. I like this place.” - Your little brother Cal called out as he stepped out of the truck. You carefully took the box out, almost tripped because of you untied old Converse shoes you still wore even after they tore apart near the base. You had an old, rainbow t-shirt on, it basically hung on your body because of how oversized it was, it covered your Adidas shorts completely.

“New boys. New girls. Fresh start. No history. I love it,” - Francis, your older sister, said out loud. She came out of the closet four years ago and since then, she has dated numerous girls and boys. She was going to attend local college but you were sure that sooner or later, she will introduce you to another love of her life. - “And what about you, my little bean? You feel comfortable out here?” - She hung an arm around your shoulder and you gave her a nod.

You weren't exactly the happiest about moving out of the town you have known your whole life so well, but both of your siblings were right. The neighborhood seemed to be quiet, safe, clean and nice, just an ideal place to base a family life in. Bikes were thrown around, the kid's screams of amusement could be heard just as the birds sang and the wind around you felt wet and yet warm in a nice way.

“Come on, you golden trio. You are unpacking your things for what seems like a whole eternity! We brought some pizza and Thai if you want some!” - Your mom shouted out of the front door with a huge smile, holding the plastic bag as proof for you.

“Go.” - Your sis patted your shoulder and got into the truck to shut the back door completely, preventing stealing. You did not wait for her, you looked at your legs, how the fresh green grass breaks under your feet and the soles of your shoes, being careful about not fall down.

Your mum always told you to tie your shoelaces but you never really listened since you were a small kid. It resulted in a lot of falling down, bruises, abrasion and you crying loud. But you learned how to walk with your shoelaces undone. It was your own choice, after all, you chose not to tie them - and they told you all along that your life depends on what you want and what you don't want.

Your parent always told you how easy it actually is to live in your generation - that you can use cellphones, that you can use the internet, that they are taking care of everything you could probably need.

You thought about it a lot - and you came to an opinion. It was not easy at all. To live in your age. It felt more like surviving than living for real. The drugs were easily accessible for the younglings - even your big sis was a serious stoner back in your hometown and you knew that it will not take long her to find the local dealer and become friends with him. The cyberbullying was a serious issue that made a lot of people's life worse, the bullies could easily find your personal information, your old photos, they could make fun or a living nightmare of you and your life. And when your nudes leaked out? Holy shit, you were fucked like hell.

Yeah. You were a high-schooler. But let's face it - almost everyone who tried to make a move with someone or who was in a relationship had sent a nude at some point in their life. It was some kind of a norm for the children your age.

You were constantly in danger thanks to the great internet and that was a fact. The adults tried to teach you how to behave on the internet... But truly, did any of you actually give a crap? Every one of us took it as bullshit, not taking them too seriously. Who was actually safe around you? Drugs, alcohol, sex, porn, cigarettes, money everywhere around you.

It was so easy to become corrupted. Just like everyone around you.

You were not that innocent at all as well - your big sis was really popular back in your hometown - she was truly smart, she was funny, she used drugs and smoked, drank regularly. She was invited basically to every party in the town. Some of them were wild, some of them were pretty muted thanks to weed and ecstasy which was always distributed there.

You smoked at the parties and did some shots - that wasn't so bad. Kids your age did a way worse thing at those parties.

Your mum and dad knew that you and your sis attended some parties but they didn't know that there were drugs and alcohol present. You were the Sunday church raised children after all (which didn't mean that your parents discriminated or turn their backs to their oldest child when she said she's into girls a lot), they trusted you.

They often laughed that they have done it too. Sure, you smiled usually, but did you see a girl who is dozed off after Lexauryne, have you felt the actual fear about her life? Have you ever seen what shit Valium or heroin does to someone? Have your friend almost jumped off the roof when they took too much LSD? But you never said anything out loud.

You have seen things. But everyone did. It wasn't easy to be a teenager in your age.

Every one of your friends slowly became one of those types your parents always warned you about - at least a part of them was just like the people they talked about to scare you off. Maybe you were one of those people as well. What could you know?

You had your dinner with the typical witty sense of humor of your parents and the usual bickering between you, your little bro and older sis. You felt safe at those moments, away from reality, just chilling with your fam.

The next morning was your first actual day of school after a weekend of moving in. Your dad went to his new workplace for the first time and your sis and your mum stayed home to continue with unpacking.

"You should get up or you seriously will not go to school on time." - Your mum peeked into your room and you just mumbled something in response when Fran took your bed with her monster attack as you called, tickling you, kissing you into your hair and laughing along with you.

"Get your lazy ass off the bed, ma's right. I'll ride you to school." - She laughed and laid next to you, looking you in the face. You smiled at her, smoothed your hair and yawned. - "Ah shit, you thought about that again, didn't you? You'll be just fine. This is a good neighborhood, ma and pa told us yesterday. Nobody will shove a knife on your neck and threaten you to do drugs or take your money. Nobody will take your pics while you pee. I swear. You'll be alright, baby girl." - She kissed your forehead tenderly.

Fran always said that you worry about too many things. And she often said that you're way more adult than she'll ever be. But she didn't forget to mention that it's harming you a lot in a way.

"So that's how you make girls fall for you. I see it now." - You teased her. She took a pillow and smacked your head with it. But she laughed. Then Fran stood up and stopped at your door to take a last good look at her baby sister. - "Get your lazy ass up and have some good breakfast. We have something about forty-five minutes before you, I and the last shithead would have to go. Go get 'em, tiger!" - She yelled and clapped her hands, letting you alone.

You got the smallest room - Fran demanded the one on the second floor, saying it was for her study purposes. She lied. It was the only room with a balcony and she needed to smoke weed somewhere. Your brother had the second room because he could be a little brat and a pain in the ass sometimes. So you and your parents had the room on the first floor.

But you liked it. It was easier to make it comfortable and you could open a big window to look out on the street. And you had a big bed nonetheless so you were just fine about your new room.

You better did what Fran said - took some of your other shorts from your wardrobe, then you took out your favorite Lion King oversized t-shirt with Rafiki printed on it and you completed with a big ass hoodie which reaches up to the middle of your thighs. You put on some high socks on because you loved the look of them rolled down to your Converse shoes.

You cleaned your face and brushed your teeth and hair, putting it into a bun which was all over the place as always, then you tried to make your face more appealing with some eyeliner and mascara but in your eyes, you looked like a mess. You put your old, torn apart but trustworthy backpack over your shoulder and took off to the kitchen. Everyone was already eating, dad reading the news on his phone as he always used to.

"I don't want bacon!" - Cal yelled almost frantically and that almost freaked the living hell out of you. He loved bacon. What was his deal?

"What is it, young man?" - Mum asked and looked at him. Thanks to Fran's shit-eating grin you knew that she's the one responsible.

“I must declare that I am a proud vegetarian from now on.” - Cal said with a serious face and you just burst out of laughing. Cal was always like that. Smart pants. But he never was socially awkward. He just used some words that were too complicated for a boy his age.

“Oh really?” - You mum asked with a surprised face, watching all of you with her witty jokes prepared face. - “And why is that? Y/N will love to have some more bacon.” - And so it was. Another three slices to your empty, hungry stomach. Maybe Cal's sudden vegetarianism had some plusses to it.

“Fran told me that it will make me more appealing in front of the girls. And I am a ladies man.” - Cal told with a serious face and that was the moment Fran’s grinning face bursted out of laughter as well.

“You're also only thirteen years old, pal. No girls until you're at least sixteen. But you do you.” - Your dad said all of a sudden. You loved them so much it sometimes took you by a surprise.

Then, when the breakfast was over, you went out to your sister’s car. Your dad had one and Fran was given your mum’s car. Your ma said shell take the bus to work so it's ok for Fran to have her own car to do her business with.

“Okay, shithead one and shithead two. Are you ready for your first venture to the big, scary world?” - Fran joked and waves to ma when you were doing your seatbelt on the co-driver’s side.

“Bring it.” - You said, turning the radio on. It was a station you didn't know, some new hip hop songs. But it was enjoyable, so you just let it play, rolling the window down, leaning your crossed elbows into it. You were aware that your hair will be even messier after that, but you wanted to feel the actual atmosphere and energy of your new hometown.

You felt free from your burdens once again - the hip hop was almost screaming out of your car, the air felt cold between your hair and the sun shined on your skin gently. You were watching the new, strange people who lived there, walking in schools direction, groups of friends, some alone kids, some kids were riding bikes.

It seemed to be like your old home yet it didn't feel like it. Something was just out of its place and weren’t sure if you can put that thing back.

The car slowly drove next to some gas station or a small shop, you couldn't tell. But something caught your eye - a boy standing with his back turned to the car, in a long sky blue shirt with some clouds painted on it, jeans and a seriously short hair which color you couldn't figure out. You stuck your head out of the window, inhaling that view until you could.

Something drawn your eyes in his direction, something told you that you should watch him. He was smoking, that was for sure, and moving his hands, probably talking with someone.

The boy slowly disappeared because of some other building but you would swear that he turned in your direction as well. The air you were holding in slowly came out of your lungs as you slowly leaned to your seat. Francis was watching you but remained silent, just smoked her cigarette with her right wrist out of her window.

When the car stopped, Cal was almost immediately out of it, saying goodbye to you and Fran, but you remained there, leaning more and more down, trying to be invisible for the others.

“Chop chop, out of the car. You will have a great first day at your new school and you will find some friends.” - Fran told with a smile, smoothing your naked knee with her palm.

“How can you know?” - Your gaze fell on the big hall leading to the main entrance, to all of those strange people there. That didn't feel right. You were scared for your life - new surroundings, new people, new feelings. How many of them tried some drugs? Will you even find someone to be friends with? The feeling inside you felt like exploding, the unsureness, the unknown, the fear.

“Because I know your little bratty ass since the fucking day youve been born, dumbass.” - She laughed and undid your seatbelt, opening the door for you. - “Show those bastards who you are and that you are not afraid.”

And with that, you got up and watched as Fran waved you and took off in her car. And you felt lost.

#fezco #fezco x reader #euphoria #imagine #series #drug addiction #drug dealing #dont do it #it will not do you any good #rue bennett #rue #jules

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lovinmullen · 4 years

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the pacific: part one, live blog because i said so

he looked so pissed when he has to make the sign of the cross to mary..... I KNOW ITS BECAUSE HES FALLING AWAY FROM HIS RELIGION but all i can think is undercover protestant????? i hate that i find myself funny stfu tom like he’s some angsty protestant like ‘this is fucking bullshit why the fuck DO THEY PRAY TO MARY’ which..... is a huge missconsperion but i’m not gonna get into that right now but hey if anyone needs an rs teacher? i got you

are you telling me i could have heard the most BEAUTIFUL monologue about the saint mary’s church and her plans for the day as well as being able to see that sweet sweet smile on vera’s face for longer but it was cut short because bobo went ‘i joined the marines’ GOOD FOR YOU BUT.....

rOBERT...... you really gonna give her THAT look...... IN GODS HOUSE is this allowed? is THIS ALLOWED???? if you don’t say it in the voice of the vine we can not be fteejssn sorry i don’t make the rules

#BOB: i wanna catholic girl that go to church AND READ HER BIBLE (is that even right??? omg i can only remember the jewish one *in the voice of ryan reynolds severely slowed down* FUUUUUCCCKKK)

on a real note this man saw her at church ONCE and his ass went finna wife up like........ take her out to dinner first. OR AT LEAST ASK HER HOW SHE IS IN THE LETTERS like we get it you’re emo, the aussie won’t shag you anymore and you keep pissing your pants. i understand it’s a hard not life or how ever that song in annie goes but bro.........(this is obviously a joke i am dumb of ass please ignore me i love you m8 and i’m sorry you’re gonna embarrass yourself in front of everyone but chuckler shifts to momma mode so you good)

can we please acknowledge jon’s acting..... sir? PHENOMENAL he’s not even saying anything??? he’s just looking at the lt yet i’m near tears

gentle reminder i love the basilones🥺🥺🥺 the way they are so supportive even though they don’t understand and they are scared for him but they accept and respect that john wants more, needs more and they’re putting their own fears aside so he can spread his wings for no better turn of phrase.

‘just get the job done, and come home to us’ the way his head falls and he has to stop his voice from breaking. i’m s fucking bitter

THE HAND HOLD MY GOD

leckie:((( look hes a bastard and he pisses me off but no matter how much i bully him i do love him a lot and the complete disregard and uncaring nature from his dad breaks my heart. a handshake then gone just like that? HIS FACE BEFORE ‘there’s a war on everybodies got to make sacrifices’ he looks so hurt and broken baby

GENE MY SWEET SWEET BABY GOD THIS SO SAD ALEXA PLAY DESPACITO. my baby just wants to do his part :( CUT THE CAMERAS DEAD ASS I WILL CRY BABY PLEASE DON’T CRY JUST WAIT A FEW MORE EPS my heart really do be looking like: <eugene3

‘gene, supper’s ready’ ma’am i’m sorry but he does not give a shit

SIDNEY MY SWEET SWEET BOY get in a pram if you’re going to be so baby. look while i love him so much and i know he didn’t mean it to be !!!!! he’s just small of brain !!! but when he says “i wish we where going together” that lowkey rubs it in man......... like he’s already heartbroken PLEASE STOP but the “yeah well you take care of yourself greaser” - “you don’t have to worry about me” IM SOFT🥺

“wOWoWOoOOO COME ON GUYS I WORKED HARD FOR THESE ORANGES”

“guadal...kenel...guadal BLEEHHH” didn’t realise hoos was recreating the audience of my english speaking exam. LOOK I REALISE NOW TALKING ABOUT STOICISM TO A BUNCH OF 15 YEAR OLDS WHO DON’T CARE WAS A BAD IDEA BUT I GOT A DESTINCTION SO FUCK YOU TO THAT ONE KID

chuckler baby..... i’m in love with a dumbass. also the hit across the head. i’m soft (lads lets take a shot every time i say i’m soft in this liveblog ITS GONNA BE A FUN NIGHT jk drink responsibly and all that jazz or be dick winters that’s cool too!! heck do a babe heffron and get yourself a caprisun you deserve it)

“professor leckie” please don’t fuel his ego HE DOES NOT NEED IT

HOLD UP I NEED TO SWITCH FROM THE TV TO MY LAPTOP TO SCREEN CAP THIS SHIT LEW MY SON HAVE YOU BEEN BITING INTO AN ORANGE LIKE IT IS AN APPLE??? I WOULD BE MAD BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTE on a real note though can you eat the skin???? will he be okay?????

okay two hoos things: 1.) he looks SO DONE and i’m living for it 2.) can we talk about jacobs nose..... IM DYING TO TALK ABOUT JACOBS NOSE

okay the boats scene give me saving private ryan flashbacks i came out here to have a good time AND I AM NOT HAVING A GOOD TIME oh wait never mind runner just went ‘i could really use a stiff one right now’ i hate that but he saved the day with his dumbassery so thank you good sir i love you with all my heart

fun fact my how co ranking goes chuckler, runner, hoos, leckie

OH FUCK I FORGOT SID SJAKSJSJ y’know for someone who talks about how much they love sid i forget about him a lot. thank you for blessing my screen with your pretty face it helped me remember you exist LMAO guys my memory is not okay i’m actually concerned...... but more importantly i’d put him between hoos and leckie in the ranking :,)

call it what it is. babyism. y’all better stop before i cuddle you LOOK AT THIS SHIT THEY’RE ADORABLE

runner is the only bitch i respect in this house he’s so fucking funny

‘they’ve? poisoned? a? billion?! coconuts?’ that poor son of a bitch BLESS HIM don’t shoot the messenger okay? he seems like a sweet bean

that shot of hoos, leckie and chuckler looking down at the camera into the bunker? my sexuality. my left brain: tomas stop thirsting it’s an intense and serious show. my righ brain: but?? they’re pretty?? me nodding smugly and in agreement: BUT THEY’RE PRETTY.

THIS MAN AND HIS GUM I CAN’T why is that me. i am the gum man at my school that sounds so weird ajsksjsj i just always have gum. ALSO spearmint is superior to normal mint. NORMAL MINT BURNS LIKE ITS SPICY BRO. bubblemint is superior superior but that’s more expensive rip😭😭😭😭😭😭

‘it’s like the fourth of july’ nice to my boy sufjan getting some rep he is king of the gays after all mr i can’t explain the state that i’m in the state of my heart he was my best friend. we all owe him EVERY parallel on this goddamn app. jk there’s one other king of the gays and that is demon! shane (bfu). no this is not up for debate

the shot of the ships is phenomenal. that’s one thing i do have to credit hbo on. the special effects and cinematography are beautiful and so fucking impressive like???

‘we’re killing them’ - ‘where’s the navy?’ / ‘gone we lost four cruisers’ GOD I HAVE SUCH A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP FOR FORSHADOWING LIKE SOMETIMES ITS SO SEXY AND OTHER TIMES IM LIKE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO AWAY

WHY DOES SID LOOK OVER HIS SHOLDER BEFORE TAKING THE WINE SIR NO ONE IS GONNA TELL YOU OFF AT WAR FOR DRINKING UNDERAGE like???? i don’t think an 18 year old having a swig is their biggest problem bless his heart

‘can’t fight em drunk don’t fight em at all’

bill if you are reading this i’m free on thursday night and would like to hang out. please respond to this and then hang out with me on thursday night, when i am free😌😘🥰😳🥺👉👈😤💘💓🙄🥴

FUCK I FORGOT HOW LOUD THE GUN SHOTS WHERE THINK I JUST WOKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBOURHOOD JC

‘skipper? skipper are you okay?? goddamnit he’s lost it come on’ :(((((

god the shots in this show really are phenomenal. i know it’s very gory and very hard to watch at times but it definitely has the best shots of the three en mi opinion. i’m a slut for the close up of dick screaming ‘move out’ with rounds flying. like who’s ever call that was? outstanding but like that’s just one? the pacific has so many emotive and excellently shot scenes.

JOG ON. STOP. IM SO SOFT IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS NOT OKAY. MOMMA CHUCKLER I CAN’T🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

how seemlessly the scenes flow one after the other despite being opposite ends of the spectrum i DID NOT GIVE TP ENOUGH CREDIT like yeah it makes me sad as fuck but from a production point of view the writing? the acting? the cinematography? DAMN

how visibly torn and pissed off hoosier looks over the other marines tormenting the japanese soldier, stringing out his death when he’s obviously in a lot of mental as well as physical pain? the only bitch i respect in this house.

okay so like? while the shot is scarring both for him and the audience to see that kind of effortless murder it was the right thing to do? it’s better then have him be tormented and it will help leckie in the long run? how broken he looks though? like the distance is his eye and the way he swollows....... WHO IS CUTTING ONIONS HUH???? brilliant james BRILLIANT

the way i just said ‘if biology would have permitted it i would be asking you to have my babies’ at the sight of a man shoving smokes up his nose....... now ladies theyzies and gents, a prime reason to show why you should do your work. this is tom. tom didn’t do his work. with nothing to do all day tom became bat shit..... don’t be like tom. okay like it is cute though COME ON

HOW PROUD AND SMUG AND HAPPY HE LOOKS AT HIS PREMOTION ‘yes ma’am i am a corporal’ HE IS SO BABY AND FOR WHAT. oops sorry lads looks like i dropped this:

the shot of leckie swimming in the water fading off to the shot of the dead bodies mirroring his movement but obviously a life less version OOOH IMMA SUE

god love me some men with black lungs LECKIE DO BE LOOKING GOOD LIGHTING THAT CIG DAMN

“i have a girlfriend lucky me” HOOS IS LIKE MY GAY ASS YOU SURE????

“you guys step aside the real marines are here now” “AND I’VE BEEN HERE FOR SOME TIME” that shuts iconic even i said wahayyyy

also runner..... i am looking RESPECTFULLY👁👁

you’re not special leckie we all want hoosier

sister👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

baby gene :,( YOU GINGER LIL BEBE I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

can you really call yourself a hbo war an if you don’t sing along at the end... ITS A TUNE also hoos’ voice...... its about the drawl.......

#god ive missed these idiots #im so glad i rewatched #im a bit scared for the rollercoaster that is the rest of the series however asjsksjks #enjoy me being an idiot #thank you to the beauties that told me how to do the keep reading thing you da best xxxx #the pacific #hbo war #eugene sledge #bill hoosier smith #lew chuckler juergens #robert leckie #sidney phillips #wilbur runner conley #john basilone

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softforcal · 5 years

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Road Trip : Cake

Summary: a road trip and shitty motel lead to fun times with Cake boys

Warnings: it’s like... just smut.

Word Count: 3.5k

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It probably wasn’t the best plan in the whole world, something you’d all realized about two hours in when the air conditioner had sputtered out.

“Whose dumb fuck plan was this anyways?” Michael had groaned, taking a large gulp of water and fanning himself with a hand from the front seat.

Everyone’s eyes looked to Ashton who kept his gaze on the road, pretending not to notice four angry sets of eyes directed to him.

When he’d seen the old camper van on sale, he had immediately had a grand idea about driving across the states and seeing everything they didn’t get to see while on tour.

To be fair, the rest of you had agreed to this so everyone was slightly to blame.

The windows were down and the air rushing through the car as Ashton drove down some back-highway was actually fairly pleasant.

It was a welcome distraction from the fact that you were on a three-seater bench shoved between your giant boyfriend and his comparably large best friend.

Luke had broad shoulders and long legs that were practically digging into the back of Ashton’s chair, but Calum was stronger, his muscular left arm pressed against yours and with every harsh movement of the car hitting a pothole, his shoulder rammed into yours or got pulled away, bringing attention to the sticky, sweaty feeling left on your skin from where you had once been practically attached to each other.

Your boyfriends’ arm was slung over your shoulders and his hand bumped Calum every now and again, but Calum ignored it.

He would rather have been in the front, but Michael had called shot gun the moment Ashton had pulled up to the curb and that had been that.

You were all sweating and you thanked god for the rolled down windows. As Luke’s girlfriend, you’d been around the boys after a show and you knew just how rank a room could get when filled with the four massive aussie boys.

Ashton and Michael had taken their shirts off ages ago but you, Luke and Calum remained in the back fully clothed.

Luke was completely unaware to the tension, feeling breezy in his muscle shirt that allowed lots of room for the air coming through the open window to caress his skin.

It’s not like you could take your top off so that was definitively out of the question.

Calum had made the poor choice in the morning to wear a black t-shirt. Pulled tight across his shoulders, the fabric felt like it was suffocating the poor man. Sitting next to his best friend’s girlfriend, it’s not like he could take off his shirt either.

You had seen him shirtless on numerous occasions, but to be pressed against his bare side… well, that would be a different story, one Calum was not ready to explore.

Calum was getting increasingly distressed. He looked longingly out at the land that whipped by, wishing he could just get out of the car for a little bit. Just a little, to collecting himself and get a breather. It didn’t help that you and Luke were the cutest couple on the god damned planet, constantly doing adorable shit like giggle and hug and make inside jokes that Calum was forced to witness up close and personal.

When Luke caught sight of a sign that signified there was a pull off soon for parking near a river that must be a short distance off the highway, Calum couldn’t help himself, “we should go swimming in the river.” He suggested. “Now that’s a fucking plan.” Michael agreed.

A short while later they’d pulled off the highway, driven a short way down a road and parked next to a small slope with a river at the bottom of it. The sight of the water had everyone practically drooling as you all jumped from the car, rushing down the slope to the promise of the refreshing river.

You all reached the bank of the river and you tore off your shirt, wriggling out of your shorts. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, your bra and panties covered just as much as a bikini would, and you thought nothing of it. Everyone else had stopped and stared, not expecting you to just tear off your clothes in that way.

But the spell was broken when you waded into the river, letting out a sigh of relief at the cold water engulfing you, “are you guys just going to stand there or are you coming in?” you teased. This kicked everyone else into action as they rid themselves of any necessary clothing before joining you in the river. “Fuck, it feels so good!” Michael screamed, making sounds that were way to sexual for the situation as everyone laughed at him.

Ashton splashed the flailing boy and Michael retaliated quickly, soon the both of them were entranced in a water war. Luke came over to where you were swimming, the tall bean was still able to stand on the bottom while if you had tried to stand you would have sunk and been below the water.

“Cute bra.” Luke mused, pulling you to be straddling him in the water as his hands traced over your body.

“Oh, this old thing?” you teased, knowing this was a bra he had bought for you while on tour and that it had been very expensive, “I’m not sure if I like it actually.”

Luke rolled his eyes at you, pressing a kiss to your lips as a wet hand came out of the water to cup your face. The coolness on his skin was startling at first but after a moment you groaned at the feeling, pressing your cheek against his cold palm to get more relief from the hot air.

Calum’s eyes watched you and Luke, too focused to realize Ashton had come up behind him until hands were shoving him under water.

Calum surfaced, sputtering and grabbing Ashton, determined to get revenge. Ashton laughed and darted out of Calum’s reach as Calum shook his head, sending droplets from his dark curls flying in every direction.

Your giggle ran through the air as some of the water hit you and Luke, both of you turning your attention to Calum who did not look very happy.

The five of you enjoyed the water for a little while, drying off in the sun before heading on your way.

None of the boys had put their shirts back on and squished between Cal and Luke, you were very aware that you were the only one still confined by fabric.

Letting out a loud sigh you stated: “I’m taking my shirt off.”

The car swerved a little and Ashton’s eyes met yours through the rereview mirror, “what?”

“All of you have your shirts off and my shirt is so hot.” You whined.

“Do it. Equality!” Michael urged you on, always ready for things to get a little more sexual than they needed to be, especially with you.

You began to struggle with your shirt, but you were just too boxed in by the two giants who you were sitting between. Luke was already shoved against his door, giving you as much space as he could, so you turned to Calum, “move over.” You said, shoving at his arm slightly.

Calum sighed, turning his body so his back was more against the window, just like Luke’s. As you pulled off your shirt, Calum’s eyes met Luke’s who flashed him a grin.

It was no great secret that they all thought you were hot as fuck.

Once upon a time, Ashton had been the first one who actually made a move for you, only to have Luke sweep the rug out from under him.

Luke was confident though and there had never been any awkwardness afterwards, at least, not any awkwardness that anyone had noticed.

Calum had always felt odd about it, not that he’d ever bring it up with anyone, but part of him always wondered what could have been if he’d been just a little less closed off, just a little more open, just a little quicker.

Once your shirt was off, Luke and Calum resumed their positions next to you and Calum turned most of his body towards the door, eyes staying fixed on the outside for the remainder of the trip.

The sun was setting as you pulled up to a hotel, its neon blue sign reading ‘vacancy’ as you all clambered out of the car.

Ashton went inside to get rooms while the rest of you all leaned against the car. Calum took stuff out of the back, trying to remain focused on his work and not on Luke who had you pressed against the metal car frame, hands exploring your bare waist as his face nuzzled against your neck.

Ashton came back out and it was obvious to everyone that something was wrong, especially when everyone’s gaze landed on the two room keys he was brandishing.

“So… they only have two rooms left and they both have two beds each.” He stated.

“No.” Michael stated, “fuck, please, god, no!”

Someone would have to share a room with you and Luke. The connotation behind it was obvious.

Not that anyone else knew, but you were acutely aware of just how riled up Luke was.

When he’d pulled you in to straddle him in the water, you’d felt the very obvious bulge in his briefs. In the car ride he’d been overly affectionate, unable to keep his hands off of you. And as soon as you’d left the car, he’d all but begun to tear your clothes off then and there, the promise of a private room so close to being attainable had been the only thing keeping him slightly controlled.

And now that promise was gone.

The three remaining boys stared at each other for a second and then Michael practically jumped onto Ashton, “dibs.” He stated.

Ashton at least tried to be more diplomatic about it, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with one of you-” he began but Calum sighed.

“You two can share a room I’ll go with Luke and Y/N.” He knew what he’d just volunteered himself for.

He knew what would happen if he shared the two-bed room with you and Luke.

You all did.

But Luke didn’t even question it, grabbing the keys from Ashton who looked like he was about to try to convince Cal to reconsider.

Michael was more than happy to let the whole thing happen, grinning at Calum, “have fun not getting any sleep.” Michael said as soon as you and Luke were out of earshot.

“Your room’s next to ours isn’t it?” Calum asked, knowing the answer was yes.

Michael groaned, throwing his head back and trudging after everyone with his bag slung lazily over his shoulder.

By the time Calum even entered the hotel room, you and Luke had disappeared to the bathroom. Calum sighed, closing the door behind him. The sound of running water drowned out whatever noises he may have otherwise heard, and he didn’t mind as much as he thought he would, grateful that at least you and Luke had the decency to go to the bathroom instead of just fucking right there on the bed.

Calum sat down on the bed, pulling out his phone. Time went by, must have been a solid half an hour by the time the running water stopped. Calum hadn’t even noticed, he was too busy reading his twitter feed, honestly not the slightest bit bothered by what he knew was taking place just a few feet away. He only looked up when the bathroom door opened.

Steam followed Luke as he exited the bathroom, a towel around his waist. He grinned at Calum and Calum offered a small congratulatory smile back, the type any dude-bro would offer a friend who’d just gotten laid in the shower.

Calum was about to look down when you exited the bathroom after Luke. You had a towel wrapped around your body and your neck was covered in marks that had not been there thirty minutes earlier.

You looked at the floor as you followed Luke to where he’d dropped your bags earlier on the bed. Calum wanted to tear his eyes away, he did, but he just couldn’t quite bring himself to.

Luke picked a lacy black bra out of the bag and dangled in the air, “this one?” he asked.

You felt heat rush through your body as you grabbed the lingerie from him, shoving it back into the bag before you snuck a look up at Calum but by the way the beautiful Maori boy’s golden skin was flushed, you could tell he’d seen the beautiful fabric.

Calum had stopped breathing.

He physically could not breath.

His heart was thundering in his chest and he just gaped at you. Luke looked up at Calum, “have something to say Cal?” he teased. You looked up at Luke in shock before you realized what he was getting at. It had been a few weeks ago, you and Luke had been drunk at a party. Calum had taken care of you most of the night and when Luke got you home, he had asked you what you thought about Calum.

In a drunken state you had admitted you thought he was cute, assuring Luke you loved him. He had been satisfied with your answer, prompting you about threesomes.

Once more, the liquor had betrayed you, urging you to confide in your boyfriend that if an opportunity was to arise between you and his bass player, you wouldn’t say no.

You had not thought much of the whole interaction until that moment, but it looked like the opportunity had arisen.

Cal swallowed and his Adams apple bobbed in his throat as he thought about what to say.

Luke knew his friends all thought you were hot.

And he kind of got off on it. He adored that you were his. He adored the jealousy in his friends’ eyes whenever he had you in his arms. Luke kind of just enjoyed rubbing it in their faces, he wasn’t sure why. But this was the ultimate power trip.

Seeing Calum look so uncomfortable, so needy, because of his girlfriend… Luke found his grin widening, “spit it out Cal.” He urged, waiting a few moments before he prompted, “tell her how good she looks. She loves that.”

Calum’s eyes darted between you and Luke, you could practically see the wheels turning in that beautiful head of his as he tried to assess the situation.

“You,” he cleared his throat, “you uh, you look good.” He said, looking more at Luke than you.

“Baby,” Luke said, fingers going to your chin to force you to look up at him, “Cal seems a little tense, don’t you think?”

You nodded obediently.

“How about you go get him to relax?” Luke suggested.

You nodded again and Luke released your chin, watching you walk over to Cal who was gaping at you like a fish out of water.

You made sure the towel was snug around you as you moved your leg over Calum’s lap straddling him but still hovering slightly above as he sat on the edge of the bed, your hands went to his shoulders and he looked up at you while you dug your fingers into the hard muscle.

Luke always enjoyed your massages and Calum let out a small groan, showing you he liked your technique as well.

“You can touch her.” Luke said from behind you.

Up until that point, Calum’s hands had been decidedly pressed against the bed but as soon as Luke gave him permission, his large, ring clad fingers went to your hips.

You were both acutely aware of the fact that nothing but a flimsy, white, hotel towel was hiding your body from him. You could feel your heart thundering in your rib cage.

Paying attention to your work you made an effort to press down harder into Calum’s muscles, watching the way his eyes closed to enjoy the massage. “Do you want to kiss him princess?” Luke asked.

Calum’s eyes snapped open and met yours as you nodded, “yes.”

Once again, the new permission spurred Calum into action as he moved up a little, capturing your bottom lips between yours as he nipped at you, testing the waters. As soon as he tried to pull away, you moved down, refusing to let him tease then run.

Your tongue swiped against his plump lips and you ground down against him, groaning as your core finally touched his jeans. A low growling sound left his own throat at the motion, his fingers digging into your hips still covered by the towel.

You were so enthralled you didn’t even notice Luke come behind you until a hand on your shoulder pushed you forward, causing you and Cal to fall onto the bed.

Calum’s lips left yours in surprise and you moved your mouth to his beautiful neck, sucking at the sensitive skin as he rutted up against you, letting out a groan.

“Gonna be a good girl and take his pants off Princess?” Luke asked. You shoved your hands between you and Cal’s bodies, popping open the button of his jeans with ease before you grabbed his zipper and tore that down too.

“Show Cal how good you are with your mouth baby.” Luke said.

He’d often ranted about how legendary your blowjobs were. He knew all his friends were curious and now he was giving Cal a chance to see first-hand. You got off of Cal who was still half off the bed, grabbing his pants and pulling them off completely, he sat up as you got on the floor between his legs.

Luke was seated on the bed behind you, legs wide and on either side of you as you knelt on the floor. You grabbed Calum’s dick and wasted no time wrapping your mouth around it, hand at the base as you began to bob up and down.

You always went all out with your blow jobs and it showed. The way your cheeks were hollowing out around Calum had him moaning in seconds.

Luke watched with a grin, one hand tangling in your hair to assist your motions, wanting control over exactly how you pleasured his best friend.

“Fuck!” Calum groaned loudly.

“You’re not allowed to cum in her.” Luke stated.

Calum opened his eyes to look at his friend, about to ask what the fuck that was supposed to mean when Luke tossed him a condom. “you’re going to want to be inside. Trust me.” Luke stated.

Calum was close already and he was not happy about that.

Your mouth was magic, and he didn’t want it to be over so soon.

“Fuck.” Calum groaned, “can… can I-”

“If you want to eat her then just do it Cal.” Luke said lazily.

Again, Cal took all the control that Luke gave him, hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you away, “get on the bed.” He said, voice low and demanding.

You scampered to your feet, getting on your back on the bed. You left enough room on the bed for Calum as he got between your legs, moving your thighs over his shoulders.

Repaying you with the same enthusiasm you had given him, Calum’s mouth devoured you. No teasing, no pussy footing around the clit, he full on dragged his teeth against it, making you moan loudly as you immediately put your fingers in his hair.

One of his large hands tore the towel off your body and then roughly grabbed at one of your boobs, tweaking the nipple as he lapped and sucked at your entrance.

“Feel how tight she is.” Luke said, it sounded like a suggestion but you both knew it was more of a command as Calum removed his hand from your breast, bringing it down between your legs. His lips wrapped around your clit as he slowly pushed a finger inside of you.

You clenched around him, both of you groaning at the feeling. He pumped it in a few times before adding a second finger, this one had a ring on it, and you could feel its ridges as he slid them in and out slowly.

“Faster.” Luke instructed, pulling his shirt off.

Calum conceded, digits picking up their pace as you writhed on the bed, the only thing keeping you grounded was his hand on your hip.

“Luke!” you called.

For a moment Calum was upset that it wasn’t his name on your lips but after a moment he figured that of course Luke would be the one you were asking for permission from.

“Are you going to cum for Calum ,pretty girl?” Luke asked.

“Yes please.”

“Ask Cal nicely.” Luke instructed.

Your eyes went to Calum, “please Cal, please it’s so good, fuck, please let me cum.” You begged.

Calum felt the blood pumping through his body at how sexy you sounded, he wanted to be buried inside you, feel your walls fluttering around him as you came undone, but he supposed there’d be time for that later.

He pulled himself away from you just long enough to say, “cum baby” before wrapping his lips around your clit again. You came almost immediately, hips buckling as the orgasm tore through your body, whiney breathy sounds leaving your lips as Calum helped you through your high.

When you had finally stopped shaking, Calum pulled away, sucking his fingers in his mouth. He rolled on the condom and Luke did the same, both of them staring at you lying on the bed in a post orgasm bliss, hands hiding your face as little shocks ran through your body.

“Going to ride Cal and show him how good you are?” Luke asked.

You moved over, making room for Calum while getting on your knees, waiting for him to get onto the bed. Calum didn’t even look at Luke as he moved into position, helping you (with your shaky legs) get on top of him.

Your hand wrapped around his dick to line him up with yourself before you slowly sank down. Still tight and sensitive from your first orgasm.

Calum groaned loudly at the feeling, enjoying how beautiful you were on top of him. You bounced up and down a few times before bending over to press a kiss to his lips.

His fingers tangled in your hair, keeping you securely against him as your hips found a steady pace.

Luke got behind you on the bed and you knew he must have grabbed the lube he’d brought because he already felt slick behind you. You’d wondered why he’d packed it and now you knew.

You stilled your motions on Calum and his fingers dug into your hips as Luke pushed into you slowly. The new pressure made you clench around Calum and just like that, all three of you were groaning in unison.

Luke took a few test thrusts and Calum did as well, between the two of them they created a pace of both of them moving in at the same time. Having them both filling you was mind numbing and within seconds you could feel your stomach tightening again.

“Fuck.” Luke moaned from behind you, “choke her.”

Calum wasted no time wrapping his hand around your throat, pulling his lips from yours so he could watch you come undone up close and personal this time.

A loud smack echoed through the small hotel room and Calum looked behind you at Luke who was focused on massaging the stinging skin he’d just hit with the palm of his hand. Another spank made you clench around them and again you all moaned together.

Luke’s thrusts got faster, and Calum matched him, both of them getting closer by the second. Another smack on your ass made you cum around them and that drove them both over the edge, hips spasming, moans filling the room, fingers grasping at whatever they could reach.

When you’d both all come down from your highs, Luke was the first to go discard his condom. You stayed on top of Cal until your boyfriend had returned, collapsing onto the bed, he left some space between himself and Calum and you slid off the Maori boy, slotting yourself perfectly between the two large men.

“Holy fuck.” Calum groaned, getting up to deal with his own condom. As he came back, he looked at the bed that would be his and before he could even think about sleeping separately you patted the spot next to you.

Without a second thought he laid down next to you, tucking himself in as the big spoon while you curled against Luke’s chest.

Sleep came easy that night.

In the morning you woke up next to the two naked boys, a banging at the door drawing all of you from peaceful slumber.

With groans and a few curse words, you all got dressed and grabbed your stuff, throwing the door open to see Michael standing there.

He was so ready to rub the whole thing in Calum’s face, talk about how Calum had to just lay there through the raunchy sex that had kept both Michael and Ashton up all night.

And then he saw a mark on Calum’s neck and all the laughter died in Michael’s throat.

“No fucking way.” He breathed.

Calum moved past him, throwing his bag in the back of the car while Michael stood there in shock.

Luke’s arm was over your shoulders as the two of you walked past Michael, a huge grin on Luke’s face.

As you and your two giant boys all piled into the back of the car, Michael and Ashton stood there flabbergasted, enthralled by the notion that perhaps, if one of them had offered to share the room with you and Luke, they would have been the one that fucked you.

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Hiccup/Hiro/Varian OT3 FFXIV Headcanons

Stuck on my next fanfiction update? Time to bust out one of my OT3 headcanon posts again! The next chapter of Chemistry in Motion IS on the way, I promise you. But for the time being I’m a bit braindead - and being obsessed with playing Final Fantasy XIV with my friends isn’t helping. Instead of Variro and Varian & Honey Lemon sibling fluff, my brain has thought, “Okay, but what if the OT3 either played FFXIV or just existed in Eorzea?” and hasn’t stopped.

So, instead of the Camp Halfbood concepts I was planning on doing next, you get this.

Let’s start with easy mode: races

This part was simple. The only one that really gave me any trouble was Varian, really. I have certain things I associate each of the boys with - and two of those things just so happen to have races in Final Fantasy, so let’s go!

Hiccup is an Au Ra. They’re half-dragon, all-awesome, and Au Ra males are some of the tallest characters in the game!!! Second only to Roegadyn, I think. So Hiccup is TOL. If this is a concept of an AU where they exist in Eorzea as Warriors of Light - I feel like Hiccup’s the type that seems intimidating at first, the tall half-dragon man - but is actually just a soft cinnamon roll who’s hopelessly in love with his two boyfriends, but we’ll get to that part, eventually.

Hiro is a Mi’qote! Maybe because of Mochi, but I just can’t stop associating him with cats. So, naturally, I’m just going to keep doing it. Mi’qote are a moderate, slightly below-average height race. Also cat ears and tails, and the “mission complete” screen after dungeons has male mi’qote do a little happy ear wriggle, and it’s cute. I feel like Hiccup and Varian play with his ears a lot - like, a lot of scratching behind them or rubbing them for cute, fluffy, affectionate moments. He’s small, sassy, and about to get some world-saving s*** done, okay?

Varian. Varian was difficult. On one end I considered Hyur - just a simple smol human (though you can’t really make Male Hyur that short in-game, closer to average height really). But then I thought maybe Lalafell, make him super smol and cute. But actually, I’m going with my favorite race in the game: Varian’s an Elezen. For two reasons. 1) if this is a matter of them playing the game - Varian’s the type I could see wanting to play a character taller than he is, and Elezen are pretty darn tall. 2) As for if they exist in Eorzea, we’ve seen through the examples of Alphinaud and Alisaie that young Elezen can be quite small!!! Varian with pointy elf ears is also adorable fight me. Anyway. I feel like he’d definitely be a “runt of the litter” Elezen. Taller than Hiro, but still on the short side. Maybe it comes from Ulla (if you include 7k in this) being an Elezen, but Quirin being a Hyur or another shorter race that kind of dwarfs his growth a bit?

Okay, so let’s talk roles

Note: roles. Not classes. For the FFXIV uninitiated, one of the coolest things about this MMO is that you’re not tied down to one class. There are several classes within certain roles - Healer, Tank, Melee DPS, Ranged DPS, Magical DPS - and you can swap between those classes freely. There’s even disciple of the hand - crafting classes. And disciple of the land - gathering classes. We won’t talk about those as rolls, but I’ll bring them up when I talk about the squad’s main classes later. For now, let’s talk about the roles they prefer for adventuring, dungeons, raids, etc.

Hiccup is a tank! Tank classes are his first choice, without a doubt. He’s kind of the leader of the squad without meaning to be. He protects Hiro and Varian, and kind of keeps the other two in line and out of trouble with the rest of the party (because these two are SASSY and will cause trouble, trust me), whether it’s only one other person just running a dungeon or a whole raid alliance. In large parties, he’s quick to defer to someone else if they want to be the main tank. He’s not the ‘fighting for dominance’ type. Other than tanking, he enjoys melee DPS and healing, and uses magic DPS the least.

Hiro usually plays ranged DPS! Honestly, his central roles are basically all the DPS roles, but he likes Ranged most because of mobility, and ability to take things out from afar without worrying about his DPS dropping too much from dodging big attacks. Other than that, he enjoys magical DPS for range and Melee for mobility. His least-used role is healing, because caretaker he is NOT. Some of his ranged DPS classes have utility, and that’s good enough for him.

Then, for a well-rounded team, Varian’s main role is Healer. This comes mostly from his tendency to be “support” in most situations. He is, overall, a sweet boy who wants to look out for and help his friends (even if he can be self-centered). He’s definitely the sassy healer that will get passive aggressive with bad tanks in big parties or if Hiccup isn’t tanking. “I couldn’t keep up. So sorry, I’ll try harder next time if you try harder not to over-extend. Okay, thanks”, “The Dragoon is floor tanking? Guess who’s going back to the start of the dungeon because I’m not ressurecting them”, “Hiro, for the last time. We DODGE attacks first, shoot later. If you get hit for extensive damage because of a dumb mistake again I am NOT healing you”. THAT Healer. He’s also the best technical player of the three though (if this is the ‘they’re just playing the game’ situation), so he has the skill to back up the sass. Also, he flirts with Hiccup whenever he clutch heals him, or whenever Hiccup thanks him for heals, and it breaks Hiccup’s brain. Outside of healing, I think he’d like magical DPS and ranged DPS, and tanks the least.

On to actual classes/jobs now!

So here’s how this is going to work. We’ll be talking about the classes in their primary roles. What’s their main class, and ranking the classes within their main role in order of most to least used. After that, we’ll talk about some outlier classes. Classes from other roles they enjoy playing that they might play often or that I think suit them(A note: we’ll only be going over a couple, and no matter what outliers I mention, the role rankings from the previous section are the priority in knowing what and how they play). Then we’ll talk about their crafting/gathering classes of choice.

Hiccup

So, we mostly see Hiccup with a sword and shield, so naturally his main job is Paladin. It was what stuck out in my head, especially since I wanted him to main tank. It’s the balanced, all-rounder tank as well - which I think suits Hiccup. After that, there’s Warrior. Our big, brutal axe swingers. This one’s focused more on his viking heritage. Battle Axes run in that blood, don’t they? Then, there’s Dark Knight. The enormous sword is cool, but Hiccup isn’t really the ‘dark, brooding, edgy’ type. So I don’t think DK would really be his style aesthetically. Gunbreaker is the one he’d use least. It’s a cool class, but the more modern gunblade just doesn’t scream “Hiccup” to me. I think he’d enjoy the damage output, but feels better with normal weapons like swords and axes in his hands.

So the first outlier for Hiccup is something FFXIV fans might see coming. Dragoon. Hiccup with a spear is cool, but this is mostly for the lore. For those who don’t know - Dragoon’s lore is all about dragon slaying. They’re spearmen trained in Ishgard as part of the Dragonsong war - valiant defender of the city and slayers of dragons. Sound familiar? Similar to his actual story, I love Hiccup picking up the spear and being ready to fight dragons - but he’s a sweet bean and still tries his best to broker a peace when he learns how intelligent dragons are.

The other outlier I’d like to discuss for Hiccup is White Mage. The ‘taking from the spirits and nature’ vibe I think really suits his personality. He loves his island, and the dragons that live there, and everything around him. Not QUITE a tree hugger or anything, but preserving nature and caring for its creatures would definitely be important to him. It’s probably his main healer role.

As for crafting and gathering. Blacksmithing and Armorsmithing are probably his central crafts, so he probably does a lot of mining as his gathering class. He spends a lot of time in the forge, after all! I could also see him delving into a little carpentry, what with all the tinkering and mechanics he works with.

Hiro

When I thought about Hiro, my first thought was “machinist”. The steampunk vibe it has fits Hiro being the most modern of the three boys, I think. Also, a robotic/automaton partner/minion? YES. After that is Dancer. He probably picked it up for a laugh, not expecting much, then wound up hooked. He enjoys making either Hiccup or Varian his dance partner and flirting with whoever it is incessantly. With Varian, it’s just a back-and-forth of witty flirting and laughing. With Hiccup, he actively takes up a two-sided flirting front with Varian and well... if Hiccup breaks with just Varian flirting, adding Hiro makes it worse. He plays Bard the least, but still enjoys it. “He’s not much of a singer”, he often jokes whenever he stretches his Bard muscles. In the ‘they’re just playing the game’ universe, I feel like he forgets his song utility a lot and just focuses on doing as much damage as possible. Because that’s kind of his schtick.

An outlier for him would be Red Mage. I think he’d like the quick, easy casting with Dualcast, and the fun melee rotation. He’d be the type that enjoys using Displacement just for the flair - and always gets a talking to from Varian whenever he accidentally flips off the edge of a platform. So, you’re not allowed to play Dragoon, Hiro (he plays it anyway).

And the other outlier is Gunbreaker. Again with giving the guns to the more modern member of the squad. However (and I’ve hardly touched my tank classes so I can’t say anything here), it’s a running joke that Gunbreaker is for “people who want to try tank, but still kind of want to be DPS”, and I love that. It’s kind of perfect for Hiro.

So for crafting and gathering. Hiro would probably be a Goldsmith and Leatherworker. Leatherworker for practicality - because I think Hiro’s definitely the most practical of the three. Goldsmith because he likes to tinker with things and I can definitely see the precision work of accessory making suiting him. Now, normally that would probably mean he’d spend most of his time mining - but there are exactly three gathering classes in the game, so I like to think they’d try to round each other out. So, Hiro’s going to spend most of his time fishing. One, because cats and fish jokes. Two, because it’s just kind of chill and less work (or at least labor) and knowing Hiro I could see him going for that.

Varian

Varian’s main class would most DEFINITELY be scholar. He just seems to gravitate toward my favorite things. I think of all the magic-based classes. The arcanist set would be his favorite since it focuses more on logic and strategy. Scholar, especially, deals with hunting down a centuries-old plague on an ancient civilization and a lot of things I can very easily equate to the black rocks and dark kingdom. Also, he gets to summon a fairy and COME ON. That’s adorable. He probably talks to the fairy (usually Eos), because that’s just him. Second main healing class is White Mage, similar to Hiccup. The nature vibe just seems to suit him. He seems good with animals and the whole natural element just works since he seems to enjoy the outdoors and comes from a farming family/village, let’s not forget! Then Astrologian would be last. He wouldn’t really be into the astrology/future sight but I think he would have fun with the star vibes and (in Eorzea universe) would learn the uses of the future reading and get more invested in it, eventually.

An outlier of mention for Varian is Summoner. I mentioned before that he enjoys arcanima for its focus on logic, strategy, and value of intelligence, so, naturally, Scholar’s opposite would work well with him too. Also the carbuncles make me think of Ruddiger for whatever reason. Look at him! I love the concept of him summoning his carbuncle and it just crawling up his back and wrapping around his shoulders. He summons the Egis too! He knows how to play his job! He just really loves the carbuncles.

The other outlier for him of special mention is Bard. I think he’d like it, because he can be DPS but still give the party utility. Also. Come on, this boy can SING and he’s going to take advantage of it. God-tier bard for his singing voice alone, right here. Hiccup and Hiro low-key get excited whenever he pulls out the bow, because it means they get to hear their boy sing (because even in the universe where it’s just a game, Varian totally sings on whatever method of call they use for a lot of the dungeon whenever he plays bard).

Crafting classes. It surprises no one. He’s an Alchemist. Possibly a culinarian. His gathering class is botanist, the only one left. He spends a lot of time with plants, natural elements, and alchemy to make potions and all that jazz. He is very passionate about his crafting job and is probably the biggest crafter of the group. ALCHEMY!

And now for some miscellaneous headcanons

So, if it’s just the OT3 playing the game - Varian is the biggest roleplayer, no question. He slips into character ALL the time and it makes Hiro and Hiccup chuckle a little, but they always play along. He got the two of them to enjoy the roleplaying aspect, even.

They each have their own squads/groups they play/adventure with, and they almost always change up their roles with those groups.

For Hiccup - he’s basically in a group full of people who want to be tanks. It’s a constant battle for dominance (that Astrid almost always wins, unless she gives a pity win to Snotlout occasionally or lets Hiccup take out of respect for his tanking ability). Most of the time, Hiccup just shrugs it off and goes DPS or healer depending on if Fishlegs is there to heal or not.

Hiro usually tanks for his team. Mostly because Gogo refuses to level anything but DPS, Wasabi suffers from tanxiety and usually either heals or goes ranged, Honey Lemon does whatever Wasabi isn’t doing, and Fred is... Fred.

Varian’s group is well-balanced, but they each have their preferences. Cass or Lance are usually the tank, Eugene’s usually a melee DPS (probably ninja), and Rapunzel is almost always the squad healer (tho she defers to Varian for that role occasionally). So he’s usually DPS in that group.

Still, they work best together in their main roles. Their favorite times are when they’re adventuring together, as much as they love their friends.

Hiccup and Varian occasionally tease Hiro for being the shortest of the group - to which he usually groans and complains. But they use their tank/healer status to prevent him from messing with them because “I can always turn off my tank stance you know”, or “I mean if you don’t want healing, by all means”. He hates it when they do that.

They usually make up for it by giving him a TON of presents, though. They’re both frugal with gil compared to him, so if there’s some new shiny, expensive thing on the market he wants and doesn’t have the money for, Varian or Hiccup can usually swing it for him.

Hiccup likes to surprise Varian with gifts too. It’s the one one time he can make Varian flustered, and he quite enjoys it.

If any Elezen bully Varian for being a runt (in the setting where they’re adventurers in Eorzea), they can expect to meet with the business end of Hiccup or Hiro’s weapons. They won’t hesitate.

#tangled #how to train your dragon #big hero 6 #Varian #Hiro Hamada #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #hiccup/hiro/varian #variro #variccup #hirocup #final fantasy xiv #headcanons #ffxiv au

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The Society

*SPOILERS*

Okay, so the following is my take on the new Netflix show ‘The Society’.

I liked the society a lot, set in a dystopian world in which all of the parents and younger children disappear it shows promise for following seasons. Such as finding ways to develop, for lack of a better word, a society. Also, dealing with limited food, no escape, and confounding variables of being alive in a world they know nothing about.

When it comes to originality of the show it lacked it quite a bit, the storyline of this story is one that has been used quite a bit. I know there is a difference than basing it off of something and having it be similar to something.

The Sparticle Project - A story about a bunch of teenagers in Great Britain who from one moment to the next lose all of their parents and everyone above the age of, i think 19. The whole story was that their parents were moved into an alternate dimension in which the kids needed to find their way back to. When i started watching ‘The Society’ i thought of this show immediately, the only thing that i find different between the two is that ‘The Society’ is way more formulated and has direct ties to nowadays, rather than ‘The Particle Mystery’ In which, in my opinion was kinda dumb because they were just running around Britain searching for something that they didn't even knew existed.

Gone (Book Series) - In a dystopian society, the kids of the world are put against one side of an impenetrable energy barrier and the parents on the other side. These kids need to learn to survive amongst themselves while dealing with supernatural abilities that they have. Now i know this one is far-fetched when it comes to the supernatural abilities but the part that I'm paying attention to is the sequestering of the children from their parents.

These 2 instances really hit me when i was doing my research on the show because, well... have nothing better to do with my life than fall down plot holes and internet spirals about a tv show. Hehe *Laughs and Cries at the same time*

Characters

Cassandra

Fearless leader and got more crap than she deserved, she was just trying to make the best out of a bad situation. I didn't like her relationship with Gordie though, she knew all he wanted was her, and she played him like a fiddle. A pretty toxic relationship.

Allie

Power Hungry. But what can you do when over 130 teenagers have no leader and your sister was killed by one of them. I get where she is coming from, but many of her decisions could have been avoided if she had the council election when she came into power.

Will

Utterly Hated him. Honest to god one of the worst characters out there. I think that the way that he played both Allie and Kelly was ass. At the beginning he was all like “I can't do this Allie” then he was like “Allie lets do this” Then “IDK Allie, and he fucked Kelly” Then it was “Allie are you ok? Lets be together.” Listen bitch make up your fucking mind.

The Guard (Luke, Clark, and Jason)

I get why by the end of the season they were unhappy, SO i don't blame them for wanting power. Who i do blame is Luke for going along with it. He could have told Helena about it and got her #GirlPower squad to get her guns and take back control. But no. The high school jocks really did... That.

Harry, Lexie and Campbell

Terrible People all around. Harry kept getting depressed because he didn't have anyone to do his work for him cause sis was rich. AWW that fucking white privilege. Harry and his intentions for the town were complete garbage and he really does not deserve to live but the need for an antagonist is palpable. Lexie on the there hand had good intentions but turned awry, she really sucks. For no good reason. She really doesn’t know how to be a leader as shown by the finale when she shows compassion for Allie. Campbell, a legit psychopath, i hope will die in season 2. The whole, antifreeze in the pie, really shows how close to death he is. I think that Allie is going to kill him to regain power season 2. Season 2, these ppl boutta fall and fall hard.

Kelly, Gordie and Bean

Goodness, though 2 of these people have made questionable choices and said things that legit blasted me into orbit i love these three with all of my heart. Bean really tried to help everyone and i can see the producers giving her a bigger role next season because i can see she was under represented this season; she is legit the best. Kelly, though split between Will and Harry really gave all that shit up to be a self-actualized doctor. Same goes with Gordie, he was a creep, still kinda is... but he actually cares for all of the people now that Cassandra is dead.

Elle and Helena

Okay i love both of these characters so much I just feel like Elle has to learn to stick up for herself. I think she is going to play a vital role in the demise of campbell. Helena is such a good character but with a bitch for a boyfriend, she is probably going to lead New Ham after they get Allie, and work side-by-side with her.

Becca, Sam, and Grizz

OOOOOOH. Y’ALL BOUTTA GET A PARAGRAPHHHHH. OK, i love Becca and i think that her and Eden are going to be the best Mother-Daughter Duo in the world. The only problem i have with her is probably the fact that she is lying about the identity of her baby’s father. It is under speculation that it may be someone that maybe sexually assaulted her or that it may have been one of the parents.

Okay. Sam and Grizz... MY BABIES. Okay we love grizz for his cute ass and not just wanting to have sex with Sam, he actually flirted and learned some ASL and it was the cutest thing in the world. He deserves love and protection at all costs. He is amazing. Was it just me or did this man cry so freaking much but it was so pure, because he is so adorable. Grizz is going to have a lot of trouble coming out because now the guard has turned on everyone, and Sam is the “father” of Becca’s baby. I think Grizz is really happy with sam and the fact that they both promised to see each other after he came back gives me hope for the relationship. Also Sam is such a pure boyo, and he and Campbell are gonna have a lot more problems in season 2 when campbell finds out that he and Grizz are together. I love all three of these characters so much and they deserve the world.

Ask me questions, send me shows, talk to me about ‘The Society’ because i have minimal things left to do with my life and this is the best use of my time.

#the society #grizz #grizz x sam #netflix the society #netflix #this is some cute shit #the gays are quaking #sam eliot #gareth grizz #sean berdy #jack mulhern

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14x13 (300th) Commentary

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giu)

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

“Dad’s on a hunting trip-

[shuts laptop]

Giu: It’s already a no from me

uuugh ok [opens laptop]

“-and he hasn’t been home in a few days “

Zee: That’s when I fell in love

Kat : I fell in love at “easy tiger”

Nat: He looks like a demon

Giu: he does

sign under the register: your baby daddy sitting in jail? Sell your gold and get bail.

wow.

S: we are looking for the good stuff.

me searching for men

Kat : I need that wad of money, And the man attached to it

Giu: SAM

Zee : So done

Nat: Dean's done

Kat : That was so Jared lol

D.”No you didn’t”

Kat: Oh shit Dean. All sexy business

Giu: They not happy

Kat : FIRE

Giu: NOT THE HAIR NOT THE HAIR

[pauses video] TUMMY! [presses play again]

Giu: HE’S A BIG BOY

Zee : Turn his back to dean?

Nat&Kat: They always talk too much

Nat: he stole my line

Nat: PLAGIARISM

Nat: don't put that in

Giu: I’m gonna put that in

Nat: no

The smoke coming out the gun tho. I love that gun.

Zee : Put that down dean

Giu: Dean don’t touch things

In what goddamn dystopian fantasy a theater in 2019 show Beetlejuice? because I wanna live there.

Giu: I want that jacket. Doesn’t it look like the family business jacket?

Zee : I want that car,with everything in it

Giu: ...AND ON IT

Nat: I want that man

Giu: lol it’s like the Winchesters are some sort of the mean girls of town.

The Campbell brothers are scary. They have two shotguns and a strange silver blade.

I hear the tall one hair's insured for $.

I hear the other one has a tinder account. His favorite music can be heard from miles before coming into town.

One time, they met god. And he stayed at their house. One time, they killed Hitler. It was awesome.

Kat : I WANT THE MEN

-” The Campbell brothers “ [sobs]

D:”Make it double”

Oh look the Family Business stuff again

S:” John Wayne Gacy cigar box”

uh that’s not good.

“Jack and Cass are out with Jules and her crew. When they’re back they can help us cataloging “ [already excited]

D:” aWeSoME”

- “Where did they even came from? them or their weird sidekick with the trench coat”

I love how before the boy Eliot talked about hearing stuff from the trunk of the car and I did not even bat an eye, because.....yeah...probably happened more than once.

Giu&Kat: Dumb bambi look

- Max:” It doesn’t mean they kidnapped bigfoot or whatever “

that could have happened too .

How did I miss all this gay vibes between the girls before?

Giu: anyway that is unrealistic, those girls would be drooling after those two.

Nat: Nah, they're too old for them

me at myself editing the commentary: they lesbian, bitch .

Nat: Max is trouble, isn't she

Kat: Don’t touch my baby’s car teen bitch

Zee : Why is sam so hot here?

Nat: BABY

- D;” No,no, no, no”

Zee : Oh the bitch did

Giu: THEY DED

Giu: DON T MOVE YESSIR

-S *thinks of the kids*

D: “Swear to God if anything happens to that car-” *thinks murder*

Giu: Meanwhile dean is having panic attacks

Nat&Giu&Kat: I don't wanna die. lol

Giu: TRIPLE PLAGIARISM

Kat: Stop Omg

Nat: We should stop

Zee : Look at those puppy eyes

- “So you want me to give you an underage girl’s address?”

Nat: hahahahahahhahahahahaha i like that woman

D:”Marta, how’s that grandson of yours?”

“if you could help us out I would, I would really appreciate it”

“Please”

Zee : I’d melt

Kat: THAT TAP

Nat: I mean...helloooooo

Giu: There goes her values

Nat: I would tell him everything and more

Zee : Giuls the hand gif. Please and thank you

- you want my address too?

Kat: He’s putting the moves

Kat: Their lips are extra pink

-Yeah but like...I would have melt with Sam too honestly.

SKIP DAY! aaaah the memories, we had skip days once a month.

Giu: OH NO

Zee : They dumb

Giu: i wouldn’t touch that creepy fuck teddy bears

Giu: can I slap some sense in those bitches

Giu: GACY FUCK NO

Nat: Baby, please tell me you're not hurt

Kat: BABY BABY

D: “ FBI everybody out”

me : ....arrest me.

Giu: Sam: no fuck clown

Kat: Serial killer clown

Nat: Sammy, I think you need to get away

Kat: Best and worst thing ever

- D:” ‘Cause you love serial killers but you hate clowns”

eh same .

Zee : look how happy he is

D:” Sam....today”

Kat: HURRRY UP SAMMEH

D: “....Hey! “

Nat: Dean Bean

Kat: Adorable bean

Zee: We’re damn good at why we do

Nat: They're going all dad on them

Kat: It’s hot

- S:” You sure don’t wanna call Mom here? or Cass?”

D:” No because if it works , great, if not, why get their hopes up?”

Zee : Hello

Nat: JOHN

Kat: SHIT SHIT. SHIT Kicking their asses lol

Giu: My eyes are sweating

Nat: I got Negan vibes lol

? : “Don’t you move”

[chills]

Zee : That’s another Daddy

Giu: HE LOOKS GOOD

J: “What in the hell”

J: “Sammy, aren’t you supposed to be in Palo Alto?”

Nat: Palo Alto. Oh god.

Giu: Good god [sobs]

J: “What happened to you?” when did you stretch like that

Nat: It's 2003

Kat: It’s very difficult

J:”You saved the world?”

Zee : More than once

Giu: We died....more than once

Zee : Look at that precious face

D:”I think he’d be real happy to know you are finally here”

- Glad they mentioned Henry, I miss him.

S:” We are legacies because of you”

J.” I just wish that I had been there to see it”

Nat: Awww the look on Sammy

Nat: It fucking breaks my heart alright

D:”Non of this would have happened without you”

J:” It’s good, it’s fine. I went out taking out yellow eyes. That was the point. Get the thing that killed Mom”

Giu: im not ready for what.’s coming

Zee : Me neither

Kat: So much sobbing

Nat: What are you talking about. I'm not ready for the whole damn episode

Giu: STOP WITH THE MUSIC

Zee : Brace yourselves

- J [desperately softly]:” ...Mary?”

Giu: OH NO FUCKING JDM

Nat: Oh god NO

Zee : Oh fuck you

Giu: FUCK MY LIFE. FREAKING ACTING SKILLS.

Nat: FUCK OFF

Zee : IM SCREAMING HERE

Nat: THE BOYS...lol

D:” I’m freaking out”

No Dean, I’m freaking out. And I already know, looking at Sam face, what’s coming.

Nat: "I wanted this man"

D:” I wanted this since I was 4 years old”

I CAN T

Zee: One family dinner

Nat: NO DEAN BEAN PLEASE Sammy is right

Kat: He is but it hurts. So much

Nat: TAKE A KNIFE AND STAB ME

oH....Sammy and Daddy time. Can I skip?

Look at John fucking face!! he’s already so proud.

S:” Dean and I tried to make that once” [nervous laughter]

[John’s face falls]

Zee : Here come regrets

J:”i...I remember “

Sam’s like...”you do?”

J: “ I screwed up with you a lot, didn’t I?”

The noise and expression and breathing Jared choose to made here is worth more than any words

Nat: GOD, SAM YOU PRECIOUS BEAN

S:” no, that’s okay”

J:”No, it’s not”

[me bathing into the holy light of jesus] yeeeees thank you

Sam looks so uncomfortable.

J: “You didn’t have a problem talking about it before you left”

ooooh John is trying so hard tho.

S: “..Dad...” [pauses like he can’t believe he can say that again]

me hitting myself : stop doing this to yourself bitch.

S: “ yeah...you know what? you did some messed up things”

S: “When I think about you....and I think about you a lot..[voice cracks]”

S:”I think about you on the floor of that hospital. And I think about how I never got to say goodbye”

Giu: fuck NOPE I’M OUT

Kat: *drags you back*

Giu: *fights it*

Zee: I’ll tie you down bitch just watch

Kat: I can’t i can’t I can’t

Giu: JARED STOP

Nat: FUCK JARED WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD

Nat: JARED STAHP

Kat: JARED IS INCREDIBLE

J: “Sam....[touches him]”

S: [gets almost scared when John touches him]

and now a change of camera so you can see more hurt

Nat: FUCK THIS I'M GOING OUT WITH YOU GIULS

Kat: I’ll tie you down

Zee: Can this fucking music just stop

Giu: CAN SOMEONE JUST GIVE ME MERCY? it’s 8:40am it’s too early for this

Kat: FUCK YOU JARED PADALECKI

Giu: STOP CRYIG

Giu: ahahahaahahhahahahaahah imma have a heart attack

Nat: SHIT NO FUCK THIS

Giu: Im forgetting english and spelling

J: “Son...I am so sorry”

Zee: That’s enough

Nat: YOU FOUGHT FOR US THAT'S ENOUGH

Giu: CLOSURE

Nat: what's english i'll start to groan in german soon

Zee: I’ll swear in Greek

Giu: I’m already gesturing in italian anyway

S:”Want some company?”

Nat: I get the booze you get the food, I want that bumper sticker

Nat: Why doesn't he remember?What the fuck is happening

Giu: The surnaaaame

Kat: YOU’LL SEE THE SHIT IT HAPPENING

Giu: THE FUCK

Zee : Blue steel

Nat: BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Giu: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

Never forget

Nat: WANNA BE TED TALK

Nat: PROFESSOR JARED

Giu: GOD BLESS KALE (Misha wrote that)

Kat: THE TURTLENECK

hot take: that’s Misha’s turtle neck

Nat: THE GLASSES

D:”No, no , it gets worse”

TEDTalk!Sam is an empty shell. I hate it.

Kat: THE SLICKED BACK HAIR

Giu: Lotta beheadings

Zee : Can Jared stop being hotter in this ep?

D:”Well, I’m cool but you are ugh”

Giu: I saw enough doctor who to know what is Sam talking about.

S:” If all is different, then what else changed”

Giu: OH.

Zee : Oh no

Nat: Zach is also ugh

Giu: NO GO AWAY

Giu: HEY BABE

- GUESS WHO NEVER FOUGHT IN HELL AND RAISED SOME SALTY ASS FROM PERDITION???

Z:”Earth ...where you are always stepping in something”

I mean, he’s not wrong

Zee: Constantine

Nat&Zee: I don't understand that reference

Giu: SDEFAFANSBAKWBLENDP

Zee : Control yourself woman

D:”How are we gonna tell Dad?”

S: “How are we gonna tell Mom”

Nat: Why are the teens everywhere are they running out of extras? I can be an extra.... for love scenes

Zee : I can be a fly in the wall

Z:”I need to know who’s been messing with time?” like...I mess with time, that’s my thing, who’s stealing my job

Giu: SQUINTY BOY

Z:”This town is always been a little muddy for us”

Z:” he...murders you all”

Kat: Ugh I want to stab Zach in the face

oh jfc Cass is a fucking murder machine,kinda like the apocalypse world NO

Nat: Zach, just shut the fuck up, will ya

Zee: I’m an angel of the lord AAAAAAHHHHHH

Zee : GIULS IM DEAD

Giu: IS IT BAD THAT IM AROUSED

Kat: WINGS

Giu: FUCK

Zee: THE ONLY LOGICAL OUTCOME. Babe how dare you ?

D:”Cass? “

C: who’s this bright soul , oh no he’s hot.

D:”Cass, you know us”

C: I WISH.

C: “I don’t know you”

Kat: I DONT KNOW YOU

Nat: Ow...a stab in the heart

Giu: NO

Kat : Breaking my heart

- Oh look you can pin point the exact moment HIS heart breaks.

D:” Cass, don’t”

Giu: LAGO DI GARDA!!

Nat: THE GARDA LAKE? IS THAT AN EXPRESSION?

Giu: No , it’s where i live.

- The satisfaction of seeing Sam kill Zach. Sam enjoying it.

Kat: YAS SAMMEH

Nat: Cas, come on!

- I love that Sam is holding the blade to cut and not stab.

ok ok...honestly I’m enjoying this ok? in the sense that I missed seeing Castiel so strong and powerful , and this is as it should be. He’s an angel , a soldier, with eons of wars behind, he was a captain ffs, the Winchester, they can be as strong as you want but they are human. Even Zach was stronger than them, he was just stupid to fall for Sam trick.

Giu: PLEASE DON’T KILL THEM

Giu: please don’t kill Cass, please don’t kill Cass.

Kat: Dudes the bloopers from this scene will be epic

Nat: I SWEAR IF THEY DON'T SHOW IT

Giu: IM HAVING A HEART ATTACK

D:”Cass, Cass, stop it”

....bitch HE HESITATED , Cass hesitated , he just kept Dean there when he could have just snaps his neck with a bit of pressure.

Zee : Sammy to the rescue

Giu: OH THANK GOD

Us: We want Bamf Castiel back!

Writers: OK

Us: NOT LIKE THIS

Zee: Who needs a heart?

oh look, those plates have the same decorations as the cups we saw in older eps. WHY DO I KNOW THAT.

D:”Egghead”

Nat: me vs. your mom that's not even a choice

Giu: JOHN

Zee : Mary is showing emotion

Nat: I know who i would chose

yeah ok...I would choose this John tho, not the one we started in 2005 .

Zee : Me too

Kat: I almost don’t hate her. She’s hurting so bad. But everything else would be fucked

M:” Sam I can’t”

me too Mary, me too.

Nat: that's the thing. she's hurting more about her husband than her boys

Kat: I said almost

-J:” I never meant for this”

Kat: No son

J: “My fight. It was supposed to end with me. With Yellow eyes”

Giu: AGAIN

J:” But now you- you are a grown man and I’m incredibly proud of you”

Zee : Look how proud

Nat&Giu: JOHN, STAY

Kat: He’s waited so long to hear hat

Nat: LET SAM BE INTERNET FAMOUS

J:” I guess that I hoped, eventually,you would...get yourself a normal life, a peaceful life, a family.”

Zee&Giu : I have a family

Nat&Kat: WE EAT

Nat: A man after my taste

Giu: AND MY POOR HEART

Zee : Too much silence

Kat: #awkward

Nat: #sad

Giu: #The last supper

Zee : Stahp

Kat: SHUT UP BITCH

J:” We can be grateful for this time we have together.”

Kat: #AMEN

Nat: sounds like AYE MEN

Giu: ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT

Kat: Fucking Bob Seger

Giu: THEY DESERVE ALL OF THIS,ALL OF IT . MY BABIES

Kat: I WANNA KNOW THE CONVO

Nat: #DOMESTIC LIFE

S: “It doesn’t feel right to have all of this and have to throw it away and I know we have to.” S:” He just goes back to...to..being Dad”

-Oh honey

Giu: Sam is panicking

Nat: Who would save the world tho

S:” I think it would be nice”

D:” yeah? I used to think that too.”

D:”For the longest time I blamed Dad. I mean I blamed Mom too,you know. I was angry”

D: “Why don’t send him further back , and let some other poor sons of bitches save the world?

oh...OH Dean is woke

D:” But there’s the problem. Who does that makes us? Would we be better off? Maybe. But I’ve got to be honest. I don’t know who that Dean Winchester is.”

D:”I’m good with who I am,and I’m good with who you are”

Zee : Does anybody else experiencing chest pain??

Nat: What's a chest. I can't feel anything below my mouth

Giu: what s a mouth

Kat: #too old for this shit

D:”Cause our life, they are ours”

Kat: BAWLING

Kat: THIS FUCKING MUSIC

M: “I hate this”

Giu: WE HATE THIS

Zee&Kat: My girl

-NOOOOOO

J:”I miss you so damn much”

Nat: #make it stop

Nat: fuck this

Kat: NONONONONONONONONONONO I

Giu: STOP IT STOOOOP

Nat: JARED CONTROL YOUR FACE

Kat: THEY BOTH NEED TO

Zee : Fuck this flips table

-What a soft hug omg I can’t. Why is John so soft , whyyyyyy.

Giu: I WANNA DIE

Nat: FUCK THIS

-Dean’s eyes are dead , he’s trying to be emotionless and I can’t deal with it.

Also Sam keeps throwing glances at Dean and it breaks me.

John looking at his sons is PAAAAIN.

J:” You two. You take care of each other”

S: “We always do”

Can I say that I expected some “Yes Sir” here and there and I’m so glad that there were none? Like...yes they grow up and they are their own men and I’m so damn glad. I would have hated if I heard them saying that.

Kat: GOOD TO SEE YOU DAD

Dean said that so softly I can’t

Nat: OMG

Giu: JARED FUCK

Zee : I’m gonna faint

Nat&Kat: I AM SO PROUD OF YOU BOYS

Giu: JDM FUCK U TOO

Nat: FUCK YOU ALL OF YOU

This ....Jared you fucking broke me here, you just ...can’t go and act like this and expect me to still be breathing .

Giu: JAY DON’T

Goddammit Dean still looks like he doesn’t wan’t to break but ...I can see it, your lips are shaking damn you Jensen.

Oh no here comes the hug of pain.

J:”I love you both so much”

why is Sam crying so much this season , JARED !

-oH NO DEAN SAID IT....DEAN SAID I LOVE YOU , I CAN’T , 911 HELP I CAN’T BREATHE

Nat: HEY, FUCK THIS SHIT I'M GONE

I’m so sick of seeing tears ok? And seeing John so emotional??? NAAAAAH FUCK THAT, I saw those tears falling . FUCK U

NOT THE WINK

Zee : Can they all fuck the fuck off???

J:”Sammy...”

Kat: JENSEN FUCK YOU JARED FUCK YOU JDM FUCK YOU

Nat: TAKE MARY WITH YOU

Giu: dean your face

Kat: JENSEN BROKE ME

Dean looked like a little scared kid there and he just broke me once again.

Nat: THIS IS NOT RIGHT AND THEY KNOW IT THE WRITERS KNOW IT I HATE THIS SO MUCH

Kat: Yeah but that one look. Fuck

ok Now....I wanted to make this gif so badly because it haunted me. This....This is when Sam break the pearl. The sound looks like it hit Dean like a bullet or something and I just ....look at him it looks like he wants to scream, his lips seems like they are spelling a soundless ‘NO’ or he just let go, because he wasn’t breathing until the sound ....I need a minute, I’m gonna throw up my breakfast.

Bye John , I’ll miss you fiercely

aaaaand Dean looks like he’s dead again.

Nat: HEY GIULS Lebanon walk.

Nat I’m dead what do you want me to do? Call me if there is a ghost walk of Lebanon-

Also YAAAAAAS THOSE TWO ARE THE CUTEST

Nat&Kat&Giu: CAS

Sam looks relieved

Kat: OF FUCK THIS

Nat: Look at that phone

Giu: OMG NO

Nat&Zee&Kat: One hell of a dream

Kat: So much plagiarism

Zee : This music NEEDS to stop

Nat: NO WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS

Giu: THE FUCK

Zee : Can we have a “fuck” count ?

Nat: aWWWW...jACK

Nat: WTF JACK

Giu: Jack honey dont

Kat: WHAT ARE THE DOING TO BABY BEAN

Zee: March 7???

Nat: Yeah no

Writers: heya! we are gonna give you some sweet stuff for the 300th, y’all gonna hate it so much.

after credits brainstorm

Nat: SO GET THIS Did John remember? Did John know that the boys are happy and he spends the last of his days thinking about how he could get rid of Michael? Giu: What what . Oh fuck I sure hope so Nat: He saw that the boys were happy, that Mary came back. That's all he wanted . That's why it wasn't hard for him to let go and make the deal. Zee: I soooooo don’t need this rn Giu: im on board. Because he said that he had the strangest dream right? So since their life are fucked up anyway , what hurt could it make to look that shit up? Nat: He will remember but it's more like a vivid dream and he will do anything to fight for them so that's why it wasn't hard for him at all to save Dean, even though he can't defeat YED. Because he knows that his boys will save the world. And still live. with an angel and lucifer's child.

.I have no word , and no answer of how I’m feeling right now.

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The West Wind [1/?]

ONE ~ Like Clockwork

Notes: I am rewriting this fic, the original of which you can find under the pen name “whiskeyneat” on ao3 and ffn. I will be editing the one on ao3 to reflect these changes, however, the ffn one will eventually be deleted and replaced. Updates will be staggered as I primarily write for another fandom and have to balance my multiple WIPs with my regular life. // Words: 2278 // Rating: T for mention of prostitution and war violence. Chapters which are explicit will be tagged as such.// Tag list: want to be tagged? Comment and I’ll tag you on the next update!

1875, Dakota Territory.

"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls." (George Carlin)

"You're what?" Gale's thoughts are still muzzy from the night before, and they take awhile to form and connect. Delly Cartwright, his right hand gal, is standing over him, a smile playing on her plush pink lips. She looks as fresh and pure as if she just stepped from the pages of a ladies magazine, the kind the soiled doves at Madame Coin's pore over (though they are no longer ladies), come all the way from Richmond with the mail coach.

The last time I saw Richmond, it was burning... He can still hear the roar of the flames some nights, when the moon is cool and round as a silver dollar, and he's alone with his memories, of a boy and a war and the terrible things a boy must do to become a man.

"Drink up, soldier." Delly leans in, and Gale catches a whiff of her scent, green and cool as spring water, and he wishes for the thousandth time that he could be the man she needs, a good man -- but that man died somewhere between Gettysburg and the Battle of the Crater -- yes, he died long ago, in Twelvetrees, when the world was crisp and new and the sun rose over the blue mountains.

"What is it, Miss Cartwright?" He's wide awake now, and his head is pounding louder than a Sioux war drum. Wordlessly, Gale accepts the willow pithy from her hand and chews it dry, swallowing it down with a gulp of water so gritty it makes his teeth ache for just one sip from the ice cold spring that flowed beside his boyhood home, back in the mountains, lost to him now. "What's so damn important you had to wake me up?"

"That chair is bad for your back." He looks down at Delly's hands and realizes she's holding a pillow, embroidered with a stitch so fine that it makes his eyes water. She places it between Gale and the hard back of the chair, and as he sinks against it, he wishes again that he was the kind of man who could marry her, but she's too good for this place.

As if on cue, there's a sound like cannon fire from the hill just above town, and Gale vaults upright, reaching blindly for a rifle that isn't there. The Yankees are coming. The world blurs and he's back in Gettysburg, just a boy, watching as a sea of blue pours down the valley towards him, his hands sweaty on his bayonet, until beside him Finnick begins to yip a wild war cry, and all the men up and down the line join in along with him. Give 'em hell, boys!

"Mr Hawthorne! It's all right! Mr Hawthorne!" Delly snaps her fingers sharply in front of Gale's face, and the world rights itself, coming back to the stark lines of reality. "That's just the General's cannon, signaling break of day." Delly's soothing Virginia drawl reels Gale back to 1875, twelve years on and a world away from the blood soaked earth of the place that was once home, the one place -- the one person -- he yeans for, above anything, but to whom he can never return.

She's married to someone else now. The thought still hurts as much as if it were yesterday that he stood in the gloaming and watched his girl brush her hair by candlelight through the window, only a tiny smile letting him know she knew he was there. The next day, he'd been on his way to the War, with her red ribbon wrapped around his wrist, marking him as hers, forever. He didn't know, then, that he'd never return.

"Mr Hawthorne. Sit down." Delly pushes on his shoulders, and he drops back into the chair, his surroundings coming into focus, bare and stark. "Coffee." She places a mug of thick black gold on the desk before him with a thunk. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

But not this. No, he isn't that boy anymore, and he hasn't been for a long time, but he's still a man who's done dark and terrible things to get to the place he is now, and even though he regrets them, he can't share it with anyone except the ones who were there, the ones who stood in that valley with him as the mud turned red with their blood. "It's nothing."

Delly looks away, she crosses to the window and throws the curtains open. Somewhere, across the sunrise, a cuckoo is singing, ku-ku-ku. "I may have fought a different war, Mr Hawthorne, but I was in it all the same." She inhales a deep breath, then turns around. "I'm leaving."

Gale is struck dumb, the shock stripping the words from his tongue. Some things are a given in Panem: every morning, the General's cannon booms, signaling another day in hell to the miners; Haymitch Abernathy will always stagger into The Hob demanding a bottle of rotgut whiskey; and Delly Cartwright is Gale Hawthorne's secretary and stage manager, keeping The Hob from running itself into the ground. He couldn't have a better right hand woman: she balances the books, she keeps the place running like clockwork, and the miners all adore her.

"Leaving?" Gale's words are hoarse, they come out in a croak, and he throws back a revitalizing gulp of thick, hot coffee (real beans, all the way from civilization, not the chicory they used to drink of a morning back in the lines), scalding his tongue.

Delly twists her hands, looking at the floor, the ceiling, anywhere but at her employer -- former employer, as of today. When he stands up, she shivers, like a prairie hen sighted by the fox. "Yes." A note of deep reluctance has entered her tone. "Wheatley Mellark offered me marriage, Mr Hawthorne, and we're headed to San Francisco." She swallows, and lifts her chin. Tears sparkle in those big blue eyes, and he knows that if he gave her a single sign, her resolve would crumble at once. "We're leaving today. In an hour. I'm sorry."

As if on cue, there is a sharp rap on the door, and Gale's hand goes reflexively to his holster. His eyes meet Delly's, and he drops his hand from his gun, reaching out to stroke her cheek instead. Neither of them will ever know what he might of done next, how he might have changed all their fates in a single instant, because the door creaks open and Gale drops his hand as though burned, a deep blush spreading over Delly's freckled cheek.

"Miss Cartwright!" Wheatley Mellark steps into the room, brows drawing together in consternation at how close Delly and Gale are to one another at this moment, and Gale steps back to a respectful distance. After all, it's not as if he has a tendré for Miss Cartwright. It's only business between them, that's all it's ever been.

He tries not to think of how he almost touched her just now, he pushes that beyond him. It's too late for that, it's gone with the song of the cuckoo, melted into the heat of the morning. He spends far too many nights in the company of Comstock Hanna for this to ever have been anything other than what it is, even with all that lies unspoken here in the upper rooms of The Hob; the air simmering with something he dares not put a name to.

"Mr Mellark." Delly ducks her flaxen head, stepping back from Gale and looking at her fiancé from under darkened lashes.

Gale can almost see the wheels turning in Wheatley's brain as he looks between the two of them, and he holds out his hand. "My felicitations on your upcoming nuptials, Mr Mellark."

Wheatley lets out a puff of air, shaking Gale's hand, his grip tighter than Gale would like, both men baring their teeth as they pump up and down with a grip like a vise between them. "Thank you kindly, Mr Hawthorne." There is a hardness around Wheatley's mouth, and Gale wonders if Delly knows just what kind of a man she's about to marry, or if she would have married anyone just to escape Panem. To escape this. Him.

He runs one hand over his unshaven chin, studying the pair of them. Delly reacts first, she tucks her hand into Mellark's elbow and kisses his cheek perfunctorily, like the best damn Sarah Bernhardt impersonator this side of the Mississippi. "Mr Mellark."

"I'll be waiting downstairs, Miss Cartwright. Don't be long." Gale doesn't like the warning tone in Wheatley's voice, but he can't do anything about it. She's made her choice -- just like Katniss, both of them leaving him for Mellarks.

"Yes, Mr Mellark, I'll be down shortly. I still have to say my goodbyes to Mr O'Dair and Mr Thresh, and --" Wheatley cuts Delly off with a firm kiss on her those lips, a mouth made for sin, his eyes flicking at Gale as he stakes his claim. Then, running a hand over his waxed mustache and elaborate muttonchops, he sharply nods to Gale, and exits the room, his boots clomping loudly down the stairs.

From the ground floor, Gale can hear the piano tinkling off-key, and loud cursing as Haymitch Abernathy stumbles through the saloon doors, there to fetch his first bottle of rotgut for the day. Yes, it's like clockwork: the cannon, the rotgut, and Delly... "You're leaving," he says gruffly, pulling a bottle of whiskey out of his desk and tipping it into his coffee. Today calls for something stronger.

"We can't be beholden to this town, Mr Mellark and I." There is a new thread of resolve in her voice, and he's not surprised. She always was one of the strongest women he's ever met, with a core of pure steel. "General Snow was putting pressure on Wheatley for protection money. A baker! Needing to pay for protection! Have you ever heard such a damn fool thing?" Delly begins to pace, her sprigged muslin skirts rustling. "Me and Mr Mellark don't mean to spend our lives beholden to the grace and mercy of the General. That's no life at all." She crosses her arms, staring out the window, as though willing the sun to never rise on the dusty streets of Panem. "And I can't stay here, Mr Hawthorne. Everything I want..."

I can't give it to you. He doesn't have to say it. It's there in the room as though he's spoken it aloud. If he had a heart, he lost it long ago, to the girl with the stars in her eyes, lost now to the memories of the mountains he can never return to, to the man he never could have been, and the life that will never be. "Delly..." he breathes out her name and she's there beside him, sitting down on the desk and taking the bottle from his numb fingers to tip it into her mouth.

She coughs, wiping the back of her hand over her lips, and takes another swig. Forget if Delly knows who she's marrying -- he wonders if Wheatley knows who he's marrying, just what kind of a diamond he's mined from the grit of this dark town. "It's not my fight any longer, and God willing, you won't let it become yours. There's more to life than vengeance, Gale. Katniss may not understand that, but don't let her fight become yours."

Doesn't she understand that he's been fighting since the day he was born, that family trumps all, that the bonds of blood and bone will never leave him? "I can't change Panem, Delly -- I know that. I'm just one man." And if he could -- would he? But he knows the answer.

General Coriolanus Snow owns the mine, and in a sense, he also owns the town. Hell, every saloon on Main Street owes fealty to Snow, and they all pay the devil his due -- or else they find themselves six feet under. Only a fool would take on a madman like Snow alone, and Gale has never been a fool.

"So you say." Delly hands the bottle back to him, and wordlessly begins to fix his collar. Her hair brushes his nose, and that clear green water smell is softer and sweeter than ever, and if he closes his eyes for a single second he can imagine he is back in Twelvetrees, and that there's a different girl before him, a name that lives on the tip of his tongue in that aching place between waking and dreams. "A man would need an army behind him for that... Captain." She places his hat on his head, tugging down the brim at a rakish angle.

"Delly..." Gale swallows his words, he doesn't know what else to say. I want...

"Everything I want has never been mine to have." She smiles, a sad, wistful smile, and pats his chest, surveying her work. "She's out there, Mr Hawthorne. Somewhere. I know she is. And you'll find her again, I know it."

And then she's so close that he can swear he'll know just how those pink lips will taste, and he closes his eyes. Delly's lips brush his cheek, and when he opens them again, she's gone.

He is in The Hob, his pride and joy, the saloon he built with his own two hands. This is the mining town of Panem, nestled in the Black Hills of South Dakota, and none of them are any longer the people they used to be.

Once. Long ago...

#gadge #hunger games fic #the hunger games #historical au #gale hawthorne

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Outspoken Ch. 1

Confrontation

There he is. Looking flawless and adorable as usual. Oh oh I think one of his friends told him a joke. Three, two, one, cue the most addictive smile you’ve ever seen in your entire life. Oh my God how can anyone be that perfect? It should be a sin for a guy to look that good in skinny jeans. As his grin dissipates to a cute smirk, I let out a lovestruck sigh and lean into my hand. Damn, he’s so ducking hot.

A hand waving in front of my face interrupts my thoughts. “Hello? Earth to Emily?” I turn to look at my best friend as she scrunches up her eyebrows.

“Yeah what is it?” My inquiry causes her to sigh and root around in her purse for something.

“You’re drooling.” She points to my mouth and hands me a tissue. Feeling my cheeks grow red, I accept it and wipe the corners of my mouth. “Em, you really should talk to him. You’ve been staring at him for three straight years, and guess what, he’s a senior. This year is your absolute last chance to talk to him before he goes to college.” I look down at my uneaten burrito and sigh.

“And say what? ‘Heya hot stuff. You’ve got a nice ass and I won’t mind if you wanna touch mine.’ While winking and shooting finger guns at him? Yeah, not happening, Jess.” I pick up my flimsy plastic fork and jab it into the flavorless bean burrito.

Jess rolled her eyes at me as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. We both rose from our seats and threw away what was left of our lunches and began heading to class. “You’re going to statistics right?” I responded with a nod. “Good. He’s in that class with you.” I frowned, knowing where this one sided conversation was going. She made it a habit of saying the exact same thing to me every day since the second day of school. “Talk to him. For once in your life, grow a lady pair and start a conversation with him. Ask to borrow a pencil for Christ’s sake. You don’t know, Em-”

“Yes, Jess, I do know. He has zero interest in me. Who would? I’m a wallflower and I’m perfectly content remaining as such.” She shook her head and gave me a look filled with pity. Her hand rested on my shoulder for a moment before she spoke again.

“Emily, please talk to him today. If you don’t you may regret if for the rest of your life.” I looked at my feet before offering her a very minute nod. “Good girl. You better.” With that, she was off to her next class, leaving me in the middle of the hallway feeling sick to my stomach.

Social interaction with anyone gives me a headache. Just the thought of interacting with such an amazingly attractive human being of my own free will made me want to puke. I heaved a sigh laced with anxiety and continued on to my next class.

Mr. Walker greeted me as I entered the classroom. “Afternoon, Audi.” He grinned that dorkish grin of his and I cringed.

“Okay I know my first name is weird, but I’m not named after a car, Walker.” Well at least his bad joke helped me calm down a bit.

I took my seat in the back of the room and tried to slow the beating of my heart as Jun stepped into the room. His pace caused a small burst of wind that wafted the strong fragrance of cinnamon up to my nose. Does he naturally smell like that? Or does he use cologne? A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I inhaled deeply through my nose. A tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my reverie. I turned to look at who wanted my attention and my heart nearly stopped.

Jun was sitting next to me. Right next to me. Not four chairs in front of me and two chairs to my right, but directly to my left. He flashed his adorable smile that made my heart beat faster.

“Hey, do you have a pen I can borrow?” Holy shit he’s talking to me. What do I do? What do I say? How do I say it? Wait what did he ask me? Back up. Blah blah blah pen blah blah. Shit that’s not what he said. Oh well. Let’s go from pen. I nodded and pulled the panda pencil pouch out of my bag and handed him a black pen. “Thanks.” And cue the award winning smile.

I quickly turned to face forward and pulled a pencil out for myself as well as my notebook and got ready for class to start. Mr. Walker quickly checked roll, which literally took ten seconds because there are only nine kids in this class, then began the lesson.

He was rambling on about binomial random samples or some shit like that. I had zero clue as to what was going on for various reasons. The main one being that I am absolutely awful at math. It’s not that I can’t understand math or that I’m dumb, it just takes me longer than the average human being to understand any mathematical concept. For instance, I didn’t understand how fractions worked until two years ago. To put that into retrospect, I’m a junior in all AP classes.

The second reason being that the most attractive human being in my school – well, most attractive to me – was still sitting right next to me. He never sits in the back of the room. He usually sits in the front like everyone else. I’m usually the only person in the back of the room. I mean it’s not like we have assigned seats, so it’s not really a problem, but I can’t focus if he’s that close to me.

The final reason – and the most life threatening one – is that he’s leaning over to get closer to me. Holy shit I can touch his hair… But that’s a bad idea. It would probably read as creepy… Oh holy hell the smell of cinnamon just got stronger. Holy shit I wanna jump his bones. He scribbled something in the corner of my notebook then sat back, offering me that cute as hell smile of his.

I looked at the note he left me and my heart nearly stopped. I felt my breathing stop for half a second then I forced myself to inhale. It was his phone number followed by ‘Just in case you need some tutoring :).’ Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit. HOw the duck am I supposed to respond? Should I just ignore it and keep things how they are? Or should I accept his offer? My GPA is telling me I need help dearly, but my klutziness is telling me I’ll botch my chances with him within .0000000002 seconds of me talking to him. Duck it. I already promised Jess I would talk to him anyway. Damn it. I inhaled deeply in an attempt to pluck up my courage to speak…. it didn’t work. My voice is broken. Shit. I’m too ducking nervous. Fine. I’ll do it this way.

I leaned over and wrote down my number for him followed by 'Yes please ;n;.’

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL

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