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suckerfordeansfreckles · 5 years

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I got one! Um, cas calling Dean late at night cause he was sick, and dean was worried, and cas just wants some comfort, and it might just devolve cuz dean just can't help his love of cas and his growly sick voice . . . And cas may have already known that lol.

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Word count: 1.548 words

Rating: General Audience

Some tags: soft boys, best friends to lovers, sick Cas, AU, gentle caretaker Dean, getting together, no real kisses though because Cas is SICK

Note: @ladygotsoul I hope you like this, love, and it made you feel as soft and happy as it made my own currently sick (and possibly using this fic to project and wish lol) ass. I adore you

“Hello, Dean,” Cas says, as soon as the call connects.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean mumbles into the speaker, sounding soft and half-asleep. “Fuck, you don’t sound so good.”

“Yeah, it’s—” he has to break off into a coughing fit, returning to the phone with his voice sounding even raspier. And it speaks volumes that even he himself notices it. “It’s gotten worse.”

He started feeling sick two days ago, throat raw and hurting, every part of his body in pain as if he’ll burn up with fever any second. Then he had to cancel their weekly study date in the library this afternoon, to stay home and take a quick nap that accidentally ended up four hours long and left him groggy and sweaty and weird.

Dean has been sending him texts, five since he cancelled earlier, and as soon as Cas felt awake and present enough to respond, he called.

This is where they are now, around 1 a.m. on a Saturday. He didn’t really stop to look at the clock before he called Dean, but — well. He was just hoping Dean would be awake, maybe out with friends. He was just hoping that maybe, maybe, Dean would come by and dote a little on him. Just because having his best friend around always makes him feel better. Not because he craves Dean’s presence, his palm on Cas’ forehead and his hands tucking him in beneath his blanket. Absolutely not.

“— over? Cas?” Dean speaks against his ear, low and urgent, and Cas realizes that he hasn’t been listening at all during the past few moments.

“Sorry?” he rasps. “I spaced out for a bit.”

“How are you feeling?” he asks, and this time it’s soft, but still somewhat urgent.

“I feel a little better, spent most of the evening asleep and drinking tea. I’m just… groggy and weird. And my cough isn’t going away,” Cas says. Maybe pouts, but Dean can’t see that, so he’s good for now.

“I have some cough syrup at home. You want me to come over and bring it?” Dean shoots back immediately, no hesitation in his voice.

“It’s way too late, but thank you. Maybe tomorrow you cou—” his voice breaks in the middle of his sentence, and that hurts his throat so much, that he falls into another coughing fit. He tries to cover it by pressing his phone against his sweater-covered stomach and coughing into the crook of his arm, but as soon as his lungs have calmed down and he pulls his phone back to his ear to restart his sentence, Dean interrupts.

“I’m coming over,” he says, worried and determined. “I’m picking up soup and bringing the syrup. You need anything else?”

Cas is stunned into a few seconds of silence, can’t help the way his heart clenches in his chest with happiness and something way too close to the desperate love he has been suppressing for months, now. “I — Thank you, Dean. That — You’re amazing. Maybe you could bring a change of clothes and… stay over, tonight?”

“Sure,” Dean breathes. “Okay, be there in 15. Don’t fall asleep on me.”

And before Cas can reply anything at all, Dean ends the call and Cas is left alone with his thoughts.

He realizes, suddenly, how disgusting he currently is. He rips open the windows in his bedroom and living room, hopes for a breeze that will bring in some fresh air, and hops into his shower — hoping that his downstairs neighbors won’t hate him for all the noise at 1:27 a.m.

When he steps out of the shower after a quick scrubbing and the cool air hits him, he starts shivering like crazy. It doesn’t seem to matter how long he uses his towel to rub himself dry, how he uses his blow-dryer for the first time in ages or that he puts on sweatpants and two pairs of socks and his coziest sweater, he’s still shaking when he sinks down on his couch and wraps a blanket around himself. At least he isn’t smelling so bad anymore. Just in case Dean feels like giving im a hug, or something.

Cas is fighting sleep again, head lolling back against the headrest of the couch, when Dean arrives and Cas hears him unlock the front door.

Dean switches on the lights as he steps inside and closes the door behind himself, and as soon as Cas managed to blink his eyes open in the bright light, he finds Dean slipping out of his shoes, a soft smile on his lips and a plastic bag in his hand.

“Hey there,” he says, pulling off his jacket and closing the distance between them to sink down on the couch next to Cas, one leg pulled up so he’s facing Cas.

“Hello,” Cas rasps, sitting up so he can look at Dean.

“I got some chicken broth and this vegetable thing, wasn’t sure what you’d want.” Dean pulls the containers from the bag, sets them down on the table and leans back again. “When was the last time you had some food?”

“I had some cereal for breakfast today, but mostly I just… didn’t feel hungry at all. I could eat now, though. I take the vegetable thing and you can have chicken,” he says, trying to suppress a smile at the way Dean lights up with relief.

“Awesome,” Dean laughs, and then he’s up and rummaging through Cas’ kitchen for spoons.

They eat in silence, straight from the plastic containers, sitting side by side and gently bumping elbows every now and then. When they are done, Dean grabs Cas’ spoon and fills it with the cough syrup, going as far as raising it up to Cas’ lips so he can slurp it up in an, unfortunately, very unattractive way that has both of them snorting a little.

“Thank you,” Cas says. “Seriously, for everything.”

“Dude, of course. You sounded — I mean, honestly, you still don’t sound so good. All… growly,” he blushes a little, and Cas can’t do anything but find him unreasonably delightful.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Dean clears his throat. “Growly and raspy. Um. And with the red nose and flushed cheeks.”

“You like that?” Cas can’t help but ask, and he’ll just blame this bluntness on the raising fever later on.

Dean blushes even harder, a lovely shade of crimson that has his eyes looking impossibly greener. “I mean —I like your voice plenty enough, when you’re healthy and feeling good.”

“You do?” Cas grins, voice pitched even lower, and he can’t help but laugh at the way Dean shivers and sinks into the couch a little deeper. “Do you wanna watch something?” he asks, so Dean can deflect in that way he always likes to do.

“Sure, yeah,” he coughs, eyes averted. He gets up and starts Netflix on the tv, starting up season one of Brooklyn 9/9, Cas’ most favorite comfort show. When he sinks back on the couch, it’s a little closer by Cas’ side.

They watch for a little while before Cas starts to shiver again, so Dean wanders off to get Cas’ blanket and switch off the lights. When he returns to the couch, Cas is stretched out along the edge. “Would you… hold me?” he asks, raspy and honestly quite miserable.

Dean looks down at him a little hesitant for a few long seconds, but then he smiles wide and determined, blurts “sure,” and snuggles down between Cas and the back of the couch and carefully wraps his arms around Cas’ middle. “This okay?” he asks, pulling the soft blanket up around them.

“Mhm,” Cas sighs softly, “very much so.” He melts back against Dean’s chest, and feels Dean’s heart pick up speed just like his own is doing. “This is nice. I’ve been… hoping for this.”

“Yeah?” Dean asks, breathless and quiet. His arms tighten around Cas’ waist, head tipping down until his nose is buried in Cas’ wild hair. “Me too. Didn’t really think it’d happen this way, but… I will not complain.”

Cas turns in his arms, until he can look up at his face, and his stomach feels all warm and fuzzy. “I adore you,” he says, and Dean’s lips stretch into the cutest smile ever.

“I adore you, too,” Dean whispers back, but when he leans down, Cas ducks away so his lips land on Cas’ forehead instead of against his own lips.

“I’m sorry,” he rumbles. “But as much as I want this, I’m not gonna get you sick, too. You can kiss me all you want as soon as whatever-this-is is finally over, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. As much as you want,” Cas mumbles, and then he buries his head against Dean’s shoulder and unabashedly breathes in his woodsy, leathery smell for the very first time ever.

Maybe they end up not watching any tv at all. Maybe Cas falls asleep buried against Dean’s shoulder in mere seconds. Maybe they spend all of the weekend wrapped up on the couch together, only interrupted by Dean cooking some food and brewing tea and feeding Cas cough syrup.

Maybe, just maybe, Cas falls impossibly harder for his best friend during those few days cooped up together — and tells him so by the end of the weekend.

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mrs-falcon · 4 years

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Unexpected Savior [SotRW]

*WARNING: Following text contains slight mention of blood and cursing*

Thirteen hours per day, working among assholes, doing the same shit no-one would do and still I don't have enough money for my on flat. Fuck, how I hate this life.; The older wolf was about to end his shift like the last day, and the day before. Everything was repetitive, meaningless. Since the day the wolf lost his family, everything seemed incredibly long. Days turned into months for him and every single minute in his life was a suffering. There wasn't a single second he'd stopped regreting not saving his family, not being there when they needed. Now, the wolf is paying for this terrible mistake. Wish I could finally die and see you all again... thought the suffering creature.

"Yo, Vincent! Clean the second floor and take out trash before ya leave, or Frederich's gonna kick your ass!" shouted the rabbit throught the long metal hall and as soon as he finished yelling, he ran away. "Fuck you, Clark." Even though Vincent hated being commanded by the others, he had to do as he was told.

The metal factory Vincent was working in, belonged to his half-brother Frederich Manson. Formerly, it was their father's property but after their father passed away - to be certain, was murdered - all of the property inherited his second lovable son. Vincent had never had such a good relationship with his father like Frederich had. In fact, their father blamed Vincent for his first wife's death. Vincent hated this cruel beast that hungered for money and reputation, the same goes for the second son. The wolf neber wanted his father's property which was bult on others' corpses. But after that "incident" with his family happened, Vincent was glad Frederich offered him a job in this factory and a secret stayment as well. If Vincent didn't listen to his brother's orders, now his boss, Frederich would let him arrest for whatsoever reason. As a wealthy and powerful person, you can do anything.

The night have already swallowed the city and Vincent was about to truely end this day. "Just this trash and after that I can finally have some sleep, jeez." As the wolf was leaving to the containers by rear entrance of the building, he heard some noises. Before he could step out, some gang ran away as the lights turned on. This was normal in this big city. Still it's better not to get in their way. Vincent suddenly remembered his "teenagehood" spending on the streets like this to make some money. Even for such a strong wolf it is still a living nightmare, what he had to do to take care of himself...

As the wolf got closer to the containers, he noticed something. Something lying on the trashbags. A strong iron smell hit his nose. Blood. There was definitely someone lying. Now the reason why that gang ran away so quickly was clear. They have murdered someone. Vincent's mind was suddenly filled with so many questions. Have they been in this location for a long time? How many people have they killed yet? What is their main reason? "..." Have THEY murdered my family? Rage and sadness ran through his entire body. Vincent knew this feeling, just like that time ago. Expecting them to be alive, but...

Vincent stepped closer to see that body better. A shock made him freeze and only stare at the body covered in blood. IT'S A KID?! Vincent couldn't believe what was he seeing. Why have they attacked a kid?! The wolf hunkered down, terrified what he was seeing. A tiny weak body beaten down, torn clothes and... missing half face. The small cat's head was pouring out so much blood, her eye was almost scratched out, the long scar cutting her ear, fur soaked in blood. It was definitely over.

Vincent looked away. This reminded him of his daughter. "Those bastards..." he said slowely and bitterly. Suddenly the cat's other ear twitched. Vincent allerted his ears and took a surprised look at her. She is still breathing! Vincent checked the pulse on her neck. The pulse was weak, but her heart's still beating. What should I do, what should I do?; panicked the wolf in his mind. I can't call the police, they would suspect me as the murderer. Vincent looked around, then glanced back at the battered kid. I can't leave her just like that... The wolf gently picked her up and headed back to the factory building. "Don't worry, kid. I won't let you die." There's a first aid kit for an urgent cases for employees,; thought the wolf. I hope it will be enough...

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**NOTE:

I'm starting to like drawing only with black and white palette 'cuz colours suck xd I spent like... 45min on deciding colours for Vincent?? And I'm still disappointed with the final result plus screens of pc and tablet ALWAYS show diffenrent colours and it's so confusing sdsssaf Ok, it's enought of complaining and NOW straight to the story - this is Vincent's and Raven's first meet... The story might sound really edgy but I put so much effort into this I can't wait to write down more "chapters" (I have actually more, but I want them to public with drawings so shhh) This is probably the very first part of everything in SotRW (Shadows of the Real World, my universe).

Artwork, story, characters & SotRW (universe) © me

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walking-true-to-style · 5 years

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But We’re Best Friends! || J.M.

Pairing: University Joe Mazzello! X University! Reader

Words: 6.1K

Warnings: suggestive themes, swearing

Gender: unspecified

Request: @queenscoolcat

“If you still need an idea maybe you could write something where Joe is in love with the reader but he thinks they don’t feel the same way until reader kiss him and he just melts and is speechless”

Synopsis: Joe pleads with you to audition for USC’s performance of Rocky Horror Picture show. Partly because he loves seeing you acting, but also partly because he has the biggest crush on you. Though, he doubts you would ever feel the same. You two have been best friends since your Freshman year in college! He would never want to jeopardize that! Would you?

“You HAVE to audition!” Joe whines at you. You scrutinize the poster, the red lips and bloody font pop out at you immediately.

Rocky Horror Picture Show

“I don’t know, Joe. I don’t think that’s my… area of expertise.” You chuckle at his enthusiasm. His eyes widen at your words.

“What do you mean? You’re acting is amazing!” you bite back a genuine grin, your cheeks dusting a shade of red at his compliment. “I MEAN walking around in lingerie and being… sensual? Not really what I’m good at.” At this point Joe looks as if he was a kicked puppy in the rain.

“Please just at least audition with me! If you don’t get in, then at least you can say you tried, right?” he brings out his lower lip. How can you resist those big, brown, beautiful eyes. You press your lips together in thought.

You admit, it would be kinda fun to be in it- the costumes, the music, the general aesthetic were things you adore. Plus, this is your last year at USC, may as well give it a shot, right? You already know Joe will get a lead role- he always does. You really appreciate him being supportive and telling you that you’ll get in. But the fear lingers of showing your body off in front of many people. You decide that it’s worth it, if it means getting into your favorite show, and, like he said, if you don’t land a role, at least you tried.

“Fine, but you’re going to help me with the audition! Payback for making me prepare something the day before.”

“Deal!” Joe exclaims. He takes the pen and fills in your name under one of the few time slots available- Saturday, 7:30 PM. You won’t be going together, but at least you know you’ll have his support.

That day after classes, you go to Joe’s flat and immediately begin updating resumes, working on songs, and dancing around like there’s no tomorrow. Joe puts on a dance for you that is somewhere between the Charleston and the Funky Chicken. You can’t help but break into a belly laugh. “I sincerely hope you don’t have a dancing role.” you snort and throw a pretzel at him from the bag slumped at your side. He feigns insult and puts his hand over his heart. He makes mock crying sounds, inducing another hearty laugh from you.

“Show me what you have, then!” you shake your head, smirking.

“It’s late, Joe, I should get back to my place.” you turn to your side and start packing your backpack.

Joe cocks a brow at you, cracking a shit-eating grin.

“Backing away from the challenge, are you?”

“You know how my flatmate is about waking her up by coming home at “UNGODLY” hours of the night.” You zip up your bag, and Joe groans. Before you have time to get up, he slumps onto you, pinning you to the couch, knocking some of the wind out of you. “At least stay the night! They’re still gonna throw a fit either way.” he begs. You sigh, giving him an even “Okay, okay.” Still he doesn’t get off. You attempt to push him off, but he remains in his spot- total dead weight. You give up, seeing the futility of the situation and let him lay there for a while. However, as pins and needles begin poking at your legs, you ask Joe to get up. He apologizes and gets off you, offering a movie and to grab your extra clothes you keep in the event of nights like this. You nod, and he sets off to his room. On the way, he stops at his flatmate’s door and gives it a quick knock, realizing he didn’t exactly ask if you can stay. “Yeah?” his flatmate calls from inside. Joe enters to find his flatmate taking notes at his desk, face buried deep in a textbook. “Hey, sorry, but is it cool that (y/n) stays the night?” Joe asks. His flatmate looks up from his notes and turns to him.

“(y/n) practically lives here, so, sure?” Joe gives a guilty smile to him and ushers a “Thanks, Tom”. As he is about to close the door, Tom asks, “When are you gonna do it then, huh?” Joe looks back at him, brows knitted together.

“Do… what?”

Tom lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Ask (y/n) out, you idio-” “SHHHH” Joe comes back into the room and closes the door, shooting a glare at Tom.

“(y/n) can hear you!” he whispers urgently. Tom smirks and rolls his eyes, making Joe huff irritably.

“Sorry, jeez,” Tom sighs. “But seriously when are you going to do it. You make goo-goo eyes at (y/n) every time you two are in the same room.” Joe bites the inside of his cheek and shrugs. “I- I don’t know. We both have a lot going on between school and the show and-”

“Excuses, excuses. What is it about (y/n) that scares you? Cuz you act like a pussy every time I ask this.” Joe looks down sheepishly. “W- Well… (y/n) is just so...perfect and authentic and sweet….” he lists off the qualities he loves about you effortlessly. Though, he catches himself mid lecture on you and snaps himself out of his out trance.

“...but we’ve been friends way too long. I’d hate to ruin that, y’know? Besides, I highly doubt (y/n) would feel the same.”

At this point, Tom is almost ready to throw his psychology book at Joe. He rubs his temple before clapping his hands together and sitting back in his desk chair in mock therapy mode.

“Okay, then let’s weigh our scenarios. Hypothetically- just work with me here- you ask (y/n) out let’s say… after the show or some shit.” his roommate brings up his hand as puppets. Joe sits on the bed, folding his arms, ready to humor whatever silly thing his flatmate is about to do. “Oh, (y/n)! (y/n), you looked so gorgeous and sexy onstage I loooove you, will you go out with me?” he says in a spoofed version of Joe’s voice. Joe looks at Tom as if he’d grown a third head who continues nonetheless. “First scenario….” he changes into a version of your voice. “No, cuz I think of you as a brother! Besides, I think your roommate is much more handsome and-” “Okay, okay, I get it!” Joe lets out an exasperated sigh. Tom raises his brows and looks down. “Okay, second scenario- (y/n) says yes and you two date, fuck, marry, live happily ever after, so mote it be, blah blah blah.”

Joe pinches his nose and sighs. “Please, be serious.” he groans. Tom claps his hands together again and leans forward toward Joe, brows tightly knitted together. “Look, you love (y/n), right?”

Joe smiles to himself.

“More than I’d like to admit.” “You want to be more than friends?” “Well, yeah, but-”

“Has (y/n) ever left you for dumb shit before?”

“Well, no, but I-”

“Do you value your friendship more than a hypothetical relationship?”

“Of course I do! But I-”

“Worst case scenario is that (y/n) rejects you and you still remain friends. My point is, there’s nothing to lose! So please do yourself and (y/n) a favor and do it before we graduate next semester.”

Joe weighs his options further. Though he doesn’t want to admit it, Tom’s is right. He just nods, thanks Tom for his time and goes to grab your clothes and a movie. Once he comes back he finds you curled up on the couch texting. You look up at him, giving him a sweet smile, one that sends his stomach into loops.

“I was beginning to think you passed out on me.” you tell him. A blush creeps onto his lips. He presses his lips together and hands you your clothes. Come on, just ask already he wills himself. Still he doesn’t. You notice his hesitation and get up to grab your clothes from him. “Everything okay, Joe? You seem tense all of a sudden.” Say something!

“Uh- yeah, I’m good. Just… stressed about the audition I guess?” you let out a breath in amusement at his anxiety. It’s just like him to worry about an audition, even one you know he’ll land. “You’re gonna be great Joe- look at the acting gigs you’ve had, even when you were a kid!” you lay a hand on his arm, and his anxieties melt away. He doesn’t understand it- You have this ability to both make him weak in the knees, yet feel completely at peace all the time.

“Thanks, (y/n). You will too.” he says to you, his normal demeanor returning. You give him a quick hug and he reciprocates happily. As you part, you let out a yawn. Looking down at your phone, you realize how late it is. 3:27 AM

“I think we should get some sleep before tomorrow, eh? Thanks for helping me out.” you say, sleep already creeping into your voice. “No worries, what are friends for?” you nod and go into the bathroom to change into your extra clothes. Joe watches you leave for a moment before returning to his room. Once you change, you come into his room and settle in the bed beside him as you normally do when you stay over. Swiftly, your tiredness overtakes you and you fall asleep.

The next morning, you wake up before Joe, who is out like a light next to you. You smile at him, watching his chest rise and fall. After a moment, you creep out of bed, quietly gather your things, and head out the door and go back to your apartment. Once there, you begin rehearsing everything Joe helped you with last night. Luckily, your flatmate had already left for work, so you could sing loudly. You practice some of your dancing and manage to get to a place where you’re comfortable with the movements and have memorized your song. Looking at the clock, you realize you need to get to the arts building in about 2 hours. You figure that’s enough time to get a shower in and make yourself half-decent.

7:30 hits and you are waiting anxiously outside the door of the theater, resume held tightly under your arm. Most of your friends are auditioning the next day, so you are stuck with several people you don’t know well. You go over the choreography to your song mentally, taking deep breaths in the process. You get a text before you go in from Joe. You open your flip phone and look at the message. [Joe]

Hey! You’re going to do great tonight! Break a leg :) I’ll pick you up after if you want.

You smile down at your phone and reply back.

Sounds good! I’ll text you when I’m out. I’m thinkin fast food honestly.

Soon after you get a reply.

[Joe]

Sounds good. See you then!

You place your phone back into your pocket and continue going over your audition material. A few names are called before you. You grow fidgety with excitement as your name gets closer and closer.

“Next is Whimic. (l/n), you’re on standby.” the girl bringing people back calls out. You get up and move to the lobby. As people come out, you spot one of your friends finally. You couldn’t mistake that grunge-y girl if you tried. “Nicole! Hey! How was it?” you trot up to her giddily. Nicole smiles at you and gives you a hug. “Hey, honey. It was okay. Be prepared to do some weird shit after your song, though. I had to spell my name as if I was having an orgasm.” she snorts. You laugh as well.

“Yikes, alright, I’ll keep my mind open, I suppose. What role are you going for?”

“Hopefully Magenta, but we’ll see what happens. I gotta head out, though. Meg is gonna be pissed if I don’t get back in time for date night.” You chuckle and give her one more hug. “No worries! Fingers crossed for ya!” you separate and Nicole walks away. “You too, babe!” she calls back. Soon after, your name is called to come in. You follow the person that called you into the house and greet the director, tech assistant, and music director with a smile. You set your resume and head shot down on the table and go to the accompanist. You show them where you’re starting on the sheet music you hand them and then move to center stage. Once there you turn around, you take a deep breath in and out and begin your slate.

“Hello, my name is (f/n) (l/n), and I will be singing “Big Spender” by Shirly Bassey” the accompanist comes in with your music. Surprisingly, you are able to move in time, despite how nervous you are. Still you push through, and as the first few bars of singing come in, your anxieties begin to melt away. The stage is your home and you feel as if you’re the only one in the theater. You move around the stage with a newfound confidence as the director scribbles down some notes. As you finish the song you strut back downstage. “Hey, big spender” you jut your hips in time with the pianist.

“Spend, a little time, with me.” you move your hips to the end of the song, finishing with a wink and turning on your foot to walk back upstage. As the song finishes, you turn back around and bow your head. “Thank you.” you project. The director smiles at you and the three members all usher a thank you to you as well.

“Before you go,” the director calls to you as you grab your music from the accompanist. “Do you mind just screaming at the top of your lungs for us?”

You are slightly taken aback by the request, but you understand it is likely for the show.

“Uh- yeah sure.” you offer. The director nods and sits back.

“Whenever your ready.”

You take a deep breath and let out the loudest scream you could. It bounces off the back of the theater’s walls and almost pierces your own years. Though, the three audience members seem completely unfazed. “Thank you. That will be all.” they say.

“Thank you for your time.” you bow your head and leave.

Once outside, you text Joe that you’ve finished your audition. He texts back an ‘Okay!’ and pulls up not long after. You hop into the car, giving him a side-hug.

“How was it?” he asks you excitedly.

“Really good, actually! Thanks so much for making me audition, honestly.” A wide smile plasters itself onto his face. “I TOLD you! Now let’s get something to eat! I’m starving!” he turns on the radio for you, letting you choose whatever station you want. You flip to an oldies channel and “Bohemian Rhapsody” plays in the middle of Brian’s first solo. You both mimic the guitar sounds, giggling the whole time.

“You know, this is the first song I ever downloaded on Napster.” he says, turning down the volume to speak.

“You CRIMINAL!” you retort jokingly. He laughs at your remark and gives you a small shove. He turns the music back up, and you both come back in with the operatic section- terribly out of key, as one does. You lean over onto his shoulder as he drives, sending electricity through his body. He melts at your touch, though you don’t notice, still singing dramatically.

You both pull up to the fast food joint and head in. You order your food and sit down, chatting about the audition.

“Did they make you do anything weird?” he asks you.

“It wasn’t the worst, I just had to scream at the top of my lungs.” you shrug. “I’ll make sure I keep that in mind.” he giggles. You continue to tell him about what went on, Nicole’s story, and Joe listened closely the whole time. Watching you speak so animatedly is something he loves most about you. In truth, you can likely turn the most boring lecture into the most interesting for him, so long as you are excited about the topic.

Suddenly, your buzzer goes off to grab your dinner. You both go up together, grabbing your trays and drinks. As you sit back down, Joe’s phone rings.

“Hello?” he answers. “Hey, Joe! You have a minute?” his agent chirps through the phone.

“Uh- yeah, what’s up?” He looks at you nervously. You cock a brow at him and he mouths the word “Agent” to you. You nod and let him continue.

“We have a movie offer for you, but you need to take the next few months off to film if that’s okay!”

Joe’s heart falls a moment upon hearing that. This offer will help him further his acting career, but that would mean he wouldn’t be able to do Rocky Horror, assuming he gets in, which you assured him over and over that he would.

“Uh- I’m not able to check my planner at the moment. Am I able to call you back?” You both exchange gazes at each other as you take a sip of your drink.

“No problem, but the sooner the better! Talk to you soon!”

“Yeah… Talk to you soon.” Joe hangs up the phone and slips it back into his pocket, sighing. “What’s up, Joe?” you ask him. He looks at you, eyes full of guilt.

“So… That was my agent.” he starts out.

“Uh-huh?” “And they’re offering me a TV deal.” Your eyes light up. “That’s amazing Joe! Are you going to take it?”

His grimaces at you, causing the light to fade from your sunny demeanor.

“Well, if I do it means I can’t do the show, so I can’t do the show- let alone audition.” His heart breaks at the expression this induces from you.

“I- don’t have to take it, though! I’d love to do the show.” he rambles. You shake your head and take his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. The action soothes his surging mind slightly.

“You should take it, Joe. You want to do film more, anyway.” you assure him, though, Joe catches your voice faltering a bit. He bites his lip anxiously.

“I’ll…. I’ll think about it.” You nod at him with an almost unreadable expression. He can’t seem to figure out where your head's at, but, when he asks you, you tell him you just want to see him happy. You both continue eating, changing the subject to Joe’s relief and are back to your typical silly antics. After dinner, he drops you off at your flat, waiting until you’re inside before driving back to his place.

Once home, Joe drops his keys into the bowl aside the door and slumps down on the couch. The only sound is the whirring of the AC and the incessant clicking of Tom’s keyboard as he works furiously on an essay due at midnight at the kitchen counter in an otherwise silent flat. After a few moments, Joe looks up at him and sighs exasperatedly before going into his room. He shuts the door and changes into some fresh boxers and a white t-shirt to relax in. However, that’s the last thing he can do right now. Staring at the phone in his hand, he continues weighing his options in terms of the deal. He gets up and paces back and forth, trying to come to some conclusion. He knows He’d feel incredibly guilty if he didn’t audition tomorrow, but he knows you would too if he didn’t because of you. Finally, he huffs and opens up his phone to make the call.

+++

“Joe! You’re gonna do great!” You assure him, helping him pull his luggage out of the trunk of your car. Joe pulls his other suitcase out and sets it down, letting out a breath as he does. You two are very early for his flight to New Hampshire to film The Hallow- nearly two hours before takeoff, but that’s LAX for you.

“I know, but I’m going to miss you.” he says with a sad smile. You look at him with a sympathetic expression on your face. You touch his arm gingerly, and Joe bites the inside of his cheek. It’s your softest touches and send Joe on high alert.

“I’m gonna miss you too, but, hey! Call me or text me when you can- oh! And I have something for you.” Joe’s eyes widen in shock.

Did you just confess?

“You- you do?” he says hesitantly. You chuckle at his words.

“Course I do! You think I’m going to send my best friend away without an early birthday gift since he’ll be gone? It’s in the back. I’ll grab it.” Joe snaps out of his trance. “O- Oh.” he deflates as you root around in your backseat. Under your coat, which you threw on top to hide the gift, is a small, green bag with ruffled paper in it. You bring it around back to Joe and hand it to him.

“I- I don’t know what to say.” he murmurs, thumbing over the colored bag. You grin at him and urge him to open it, giggling excitedly. Inside is a little white box with a locket inside with a shrunken down picture of you two from a Halloween party. You’re dressed as a dinosaur and Joe is in a makeshift Tim Murphey outfit. Joe is screaming as the dinosaur head on your costume “chomps” down on him. “It’s nothing much, but that way you have me wherever you go.” you tell him somewhat bashfully. Joe stares down at the photo, mouth slightly open.

“Thank you…” he finally says, though, his tone is more disappointed.

“Do you… not like it?” you ask him. His gaze snaps back at you, brows raised. “No- I do! I really do. Oh my god, (y/n) I love it! I just- No, it’s perfect. Thank you so much!” he wraps you in a big hug, squeezing you. Once you part you help him put it on, even if he will have to take it back off for security.

“Text me when you land, okay? Wanna make sure you get there safely!” you tell him. He nods, not trusting his tone anymore as a lump forms in his throat. “I will.” he pulls you into one more hug, this one longer than before. His eyes grow slightly misty as he pulls away and grabs his luggage to go into the terminal. “Thank you again for dropping me off, by the way.” “No problem! Now go catch your flight, dork!” you laugh. He nods with a smile before turning on his heel and heading in.

The following weeks, you two text nonstop, wracking up minutes like there’s no tomorrow. You tell him excitedly on the night the cast list comes out that you’ve been cast as a Transylvanian.

“That’s awesome! I told you you’d get in, didn’t I?” he tells you ecstatically on the other line. You grin at his enthusiasm.

“Nicole got in too! She’s going to play Magenta!” “She’s going to do great, but I think you may steal the show.” Joe chuckles. You scoff at him before following in his laughter. As the laughing dies down, there is a moment of silence between you two.

“Will you be back in time to see it?” you ask him. Joe thinks for a minute and checks the calendar.

“The premier is the 23rd of October… Opening night is, what, the 29th? Go through Halloween?” “Yessir.” you say. “Uhhh, I should be able to get back before then, depending on if they need me for press, but they probably won’t!” You practically squeal through the phone. “I’m so excited to see you again!” Joe bites back a smile, looking down at the floor.

“Me too, (y/n).”

“Please just don’t make fun of me onstage.” you joke. Joe scoffs at you. “Oh, have SOME faith in me! I’m not gonna make fun of you… much.” he laughs. “I gotta head to bed, though. They want me onset by 6 tomorrow morning.” You make a mock barf noise through the phone, making Joe laugh again. “I couldn’t agree more.” he snorts. “I’ll talk to you later then, movie star.”

“You too.”

“Goodnight. Love ya.”

Joe sighs happily. “Love you too.” The days crawl by without you. Joe finds the thing he looks forward to most is getting to text or call you when he can- not that shooting The Hallow isn’t fun- He loves everyone in the cast so much. He just misses you. He finds himself staring at the picture in the locket more than usual. His cast mates have teased him about it, which he brushes off playfully. They say he’s so lucky to have “a partner that cares enough to send something like that.”

“O- Oh we’re not- No we’re just friends.” he stammers, a rosy color dusting his cheeks.

“Really? The way you look at the locket made it seem like you two were a thing.”

He shakes his head rapidly. He knows you would never feel the same, though. He’s gone way too often for you two to be an item. Not to mention you’ve seen him at his absolutely worst, and he values being your friend more than anything else. But one can’t help but think…

+++

As the opening night creeps up, hell week commences, meaning the stress is up as everyone scrambles for last minute, tech, blocking, and costuming. After a particularly long rehearsal you swing by Nicole’s place to watch the newly released The Hallow to decompress. The whole time, you are at the edge of your seat, watching Joe’s character with much intensity every time he comes on screen. As the credits roll through, you get up to help Nicole wash the popcorn bowls you two used.

“I think it needed more gore.” she says. “Nikki, it was fine! You’re such a horror snob!” you snort. Nicole shoves you playfully.

“Would you have me any other way?” she cocks a brow at you, opening her arms out.

“Shut up.” You spray her with sink water, earning a yelp from her. She laughs and squeezes the sponge, water hitting your upper body.

“Oh- Hey, is Joe gonna be back for the show?” she asks, coming down from her laughing fit. “I think so. He said it may not be until closing night, though.” you replies. She hums.

“Hope so! I bet he’s excited to see you, especially with how you open the show.” she waggles her eyebrows at you. You look at her confused.

“Whaddaya mean?” you say, finishing up drying a bowl and placing it back in the cabinet. Nicole turns toward you and leans on the counter.

“What do you mean ‘what do I mean’? He’s TOTALLY into you.”

“He… is?” Nicole scoffs at you. “Honey, he’s really not that subtle. He looks at you like how I look at a high-quality matte black lipstick!” she laughs. You smirk at her comparison. Though, looking back, you can’t help but realize she’s right.

“Maybe…”

+++

Opening night hits and only a few things go wrong- mostly sound issues, but they’ve since been fixed. By closing night, you have grown much more comfortable showing your body in front of people by this point- call it literal exposure therapy. Closing night feels bittersweet as usual as you put on the rest of your makeup backstage. Nicole is beside you, finishing up her smudged liner before turning to you.

“How do I look?” she asks, striking a pose and fluffing her kinked up hair. You smile at her and give a thumbs up.

“Meg is gonna go crazy over this look.” you say. Nicole gives a triumphant grin. She pulls down her collar to reveal a small purple mark at the base of her neck, admiring her girlfriend’s work in the mirror. “I sent her pics during tech week. She already has.” she smirks. You roll your eyes at her, chuckling. You go into a changing room to put on a suit that Joe had lent you for the show and hat over your costume.

In the house, Joe takes his seat close to the stage where Transylvanians are supposed to sit a row in front of him. He waits excitedly for people to come out. The director and assistant stage manager come out, going through rules and initiating the virgin games. Tonight, virgins are split into teams and had to pass a dildo between their knees to teammates. Joe finds himself laughing quietly at the struggle. The team that wins are all given packets of mayonnaise as a prize. They all go back to their seats. The stage manager puts a chair center stage, and the show is about to begin. The lights dim and you step onstage, a spotlight hitting you. There are “whoops” and “hollers” by your friends in the audience. Joe smiles at you, even though you can’t see him with the light in your face. He can’t help but feel weirdly...warm inside seeing you in his suit. You pull it off very well, though. Not to mention how well you’re about to literally pull it off.

As the music begins playing, you begin to sway your hips. Already this catches Joe’s attention. You take off your hat and throw it to an audience member and run a hand sensually through your hair, really wanting to make a meal out of your last show. Slowly you untie the tie around your neck, rolling your head to one side. You slip off the fabric effortlessly and place it onto the chair. You face your back to the audience, still swaying as you unbutton your shirt. The fabric slipping down your arms at a pace that snails could beat. You sway your hips some more to the rhythm before you turn around, the only thing on your chest are nipple pasties shaped like the lips in the logo. Joe subconsciously licks his lips and throws his jacket over his lap, his cheeks growing more flushed than before. More “whoops” and “ow!”s emerge from your friends in the audience. Joe is paralyzed. He feels dirty watching this, but he can’t help but keep watching, eyeing your every movement. You shimmy out of your pants, revealing some rather skimpy black underwear and garters attached to fishnet stockings, and Joe clenches his jaw. As the song fades out, you strike a pose and blow a kiss to the audience. All your friends wolf whistle at you and yell your name. You bow and gather the clothes before you saunter backstage to put on a slightly less revealing set of lingerie on.

The show goes on without too many hiccups. You come back out with the rest of the Transylvanians for songs and dances. Once numbers finish, you find your spot in the audience. You all do your callbacks loudly. In quieter moments, you scan for Joe. Once you find him, you attempt to gauge his reaction. His gaze is fixed on the show, jaw clenched, expression unreadable. Huffing slightly, you turn back to the show. Obviously you aren’t going to get the reaction you’re looking for right now. However, Joe is not exactly paying too much attention to the show itself- the image of you strip teasing out of his suit is seared into his memory like a brand. Each time you’re onstage, though, his gaze is only on you. Your whole performance sends his mind reeling.

Intermission hits, and Joe immediately gets up to get some air, feeling slightly lightheaded by your performance. Meanwhile you sit backstage with the cast getting ready for the second act. People in the cast come up to you telling you how good you looked. You thank them profusely and then continue to make yourself as decent as one can for Rocky Horror at your table.

“You looked SO hot up there!” Nicole exclaims, hugging you from behind. You grin widely at her in the mirror and hug back. “Thanks, Nikki. You look hot all the time!” you giggle. She lets go of you and sits in the chair to your left. “I bet Joe had a nice view.” she says with a shit eating grin on her face. Your eyes widen and your face goes red. “Oh god… I forgot he was coming tonight!” you groan, throwing a hand to your face. Nicole chuckles and rubs your back.

“It’s okay, babe.”

Not long after, the ASM calls for you places, signalling that it is time for the second act. “Thank you places!” you and Nicole yell in unison before getting ready for the next scene.

The second act goes relatively smoothly, with the exception of someone forgetting their blocking. You take your spot back in the audience, feeling yourself easing back into the environment. At the end of the show, you all take your bows and the audience members either come up to meet the cast or head out, feeling… different. You and Nicole take a picture together and laugh with your group of friends who are gushing about how good both of you did. The post-show adrenaline courses through you as you laugh and gush back to them about preparing for that opening. You look away for a moment, gaze interlocking with a pair of familiar eyes, and you utter a gasp. Joe is smiling at you from across the house. Seeing that he has your attention, he begins to make his way over to you. You excuse yourself from your friends and shimmy your way through the crowd, meeting him halfway.

“Great job tonight!” he grins at you.

“Thanks, Joe! Oh my goodness I missed you!” you exclaim, throwing your hands around his neck. He hugs you back tightly.

Without thinking, and full of adrenaline from the show and seeing his face again, you kiss him on the lips. It catches him extremely off-guard. You pull back and step away from him bashfully upon realizing what you’ve done. Joe just stares at you like a deer in the headlights. You bite the inside of your cheek anxiously, unable to figure out his reaction.

“Sorry- uh. I- I don’t know what came over me.” you stammer out, your cheeks becoming extremely flushed. Suddenly a finger is under your chin and Joe is staring at you with the most loving, sappy gaze you’ve ever seen. “Can you uhm…. Do that again?” he begs. You lick your lips hesitantly and nod. You both lean in this time, Joe melting into you completely, forgetting there’s a crowd of people around you. He holds his arms securely around your back and yours make their way around his neck. You move your head slightly to deepen the kiss, earning a small groan from deep in Joe’s throat. Nicole gives you both a wolf whistle and you both pull back immediately into reality, faces beet red.

“Bout time!” she snorts at you two as she makes her way over.

“About time?” Joe echoes. You press your lips together shyly, and Nicole breaks into a laugh. “(y/n) would NOT stop talking about you the whole time you were gone, dude!”

“That so?” Joe looks at you with a newfound confidence. You grow warm under his gaze. Nicole snorts and nods.

“Seriously the amount of goo-goo eyes this one makes whenever you text is fucking RIDICULOUS.”

“Thank you, Nikki.” you say abruptly as you shoot Nicole a desperate plea to stop. She obliges, still choking back some laughter. “You coming to the cast party, by the way? It’s at my place this year. Joe can come too if he wants.” she winks.

You look at Joe and he looks back at you for the ultimate decision. You shrug and look back at Nicole. “I think I’m gonna skip out this time ‘round. Next show for sure.” you tell her. She feigns insult, though, she knows exactly what your plans are for tonight. “Whateverrrr,” she laughs. “You lovebirds have fun.” she says and gives you a hug. As you part you snake a hand around Joe’s middle, and he brings an arm over your shoulder.

“You too, Nikki.”

Nicole points a finger gun at you and walks off with Meg, leaving you and Joe together. “All the time, huh?” Joe smirks.

“Just help me grab my stuff.”

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@littlemisscaptainfandom A/N: I hope you liked it, Caro! Thanks for requesting!!!

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derangedroyalfae · 5 years

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Jan 17, 2019 10PM

Royal (11:37 AM): Nightmare ~a character of mine~...is the fuckey part of my brain...to say the least

The chaotic, nightmarish part of my thoughts where everything goes to derp and hell and probably derp hell

You know...Nightmare was one of my other clues to my own gender identity...

One of those things from my past that I didn’t think of, especially in the moment, and then you look back and think “oh wait...wow, hey...it’s another one of those sign things”

That needs some explanation, huh?

Hummingbird (11:48 AM): just a smidge

Royal (11:56 AM): The Nightmare of C.S.R. AKA Everyone’s Worse Nightmare AKA Nightmare, was this almost incredibly dark OP marysue-esque character that was initially made for crossover and “what if” situations that just got really fuckey and bad. Nightmare has no true universe, but of course allegedly has an incredibly fucked up and tragic and yet so OC cluster fuck backstory. They mainly inserted themself in popular media, things that weren’t my own stories, but eventually made their way into mine and definitely had a lot of interactions with me.

In fact, there’s an ongoing thing that we have a love/hate relationship, where I hate her/them and they/she likes to fuck around with and joke that she’s the only one who can have me. However, there are hints that Nightmare is technically me, or a persona or mockery of me (she wears wigs and color contacts underneath are my natural hair and eye colors, though she somehow has another wig and contacts under that with her original colors, her shoes always change her height to make her look taller than me but she’s actually my height, her chest size etc).

But, Nightmare has more than one form, hence why I’ve switched between her and them, cuz there’s also a male form of Nightmare.

Someone who was allegedly me but very fluid with their gender (but was primarily/by default female)

Hummingbird (11:58 AM): ah kk. I think I get it now

Royal (12:00 PM): I created her back in grade school, they’re an incredibly old character of mine, so even back then I had a representation of myself as both gender, even if it was supposed to be a “me” that I am embarrassed by, ashamed of, and hate

I think in its own weird way, it counts as a hint

There was a big phase in my life where I was very attached to Nightmare and was almost inseparable to them, they had so much going on and invaded so many drawings and thoughts. They were...important in their own way. So it’s not just like “oh this oc I had once that was Me was fluid.” It’s something I invested a lot into.

Their sexuality was pretty on par to mine too...

It’s just something I never thought about, because I was so young I wasn’t even considering my own sexuality at that time, let alone gender

Psychologically analyzes self

(12:33 PM): I’m thinking of bleaching my own roots, since I can’t exactly afford the luxury of a professional

Hummingbird (12:59 PM): sorry I just got back to my desk

Royal (1:05 PM): You is good

So I totally got away with wear size 10 or so men’s boots today

I just put my comfort insert things in and little socks at the toes and there was any big problems

Kitty (3:26 PM): I can help with the hair dye. I've helped Lapis do hers before ^-^

my hands were blue for a couple days, but it was worth it, lol

Royal (6:07 PM): Why didn’t you wear gloves???

Sorry I was so quiet, both Nurd is super sick (my ma took him to the hospital) and I was doing that project that I wanted the eyepatch for

Kitty (6:08 PM): I did, the hair products dissolved them

Royal (6:08 PM): He thinks he has food poisoning, but I think it might be something more like a flu

Kitty (6:08 PM): Does he have a fever?

Royal (6:34 PM): Don’t know

But

Hummingbird (6:34 PM): oh. I hope he is ok

Royal (7:08 PM): So like, Bunny is cane to me like “can I speak candidly to you” and goes off on this tirade about how she thinks I should talk to Nurd about not doing this wait since it’s apparently a 2-3hr wait and the bathrooms are closed and there’s no where to sit etc. and how there’s usually nothing hospitals can do for food poisoning or for flu (??? What???) and I’m like “so you want me to call him up and convince him to come home?” And eventually she was like “don’t bother” kind of thing and then as she walked away was like “is there a reason you didn’t go with them?” And I responded with the truth that I was doing something, but to be fair, it’s not like I expect Nurd to come with me for every single one of my appointments

But do you guys agree with there being “nothing they can do” in regards to food poisoning or flu? Like, they stick an IV in him to help him hydrate, that’s something and helpful (at least for me it was) but she’s acting like it’s a waste of time

Kitty (7:10 PM): They could induce vomiting or give him activated charcoal

Royal (7:10 PM): He is vomiting up a storm already

Kitty (7:10 PM): That's probably a good thing, if it's food poisoning(edited)

Royal (7:10 PM): He’s vomiting just from drinking water

Also, what was she suspecting with her question as to why I didn’t go???

Cuz she come back when I hadn’t answered right away, hand propped up in the door way like she caught me in my bs or something

Sorry, I digress. Do you think I should do something? Like, my ma didn’t talk to me about what’s going on, but clearly she said something to Bunny...

Alright, I called my ma and it’s just Bunny being...Bunny

And now Bunny’s texting me

Doesn’t she ever get tired of this cycle? Been the same damn thing for the last 20 years. She throws a fit or starts something or goes out of line and then response with “I’m sorry, I know I came off as bad” shpeal and it just gets so old

Like I can appreciate someone owning up and apologizing, but when it’s this damn frequent it’s like “don’t even bother apologizing”

Hummingbird (7:17 PM): Yeah... She seems like she is just looking for trouble

Royal(7:18 PM): Like, when she talked to me, I was like “did mom say something in regards to her thinking he shouldn’t wait” and she just dodged around and when I asked if mom tried talking to him, Bunny said Nurd is just being his overdramatic difficult self

Like, Nurd tends to listen to my mom’s advice

Kitty (7:22 PM): She's just mad that she's not the one getting attention right now

Hummingbird (7:22 PM): That or she is try to make drama where there isn't any

Royal (7:23 PM): She is like “if it’s a big enough deal that he’s in emergency room, you should be there, not mom, she’s not his girlfriend”

I honestly thought they were just going to urgent care, not the emergency room

Royal (8:01 PM): Woooooooooooooooow

Hummingbird (8:02 PM): yeah.. wow

#family #journal #mood journal #family drama #manipulation #manipulative #sickness #sick #trans #nonbinary #non binary #gender #genderqueer #gender fluid #nightmare #drama

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cosmicmadwoman · 7 years

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Adam and Eve Chapter 11: Visitation Rights

The next installemtn is here! To read from the beginning: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11360046/chapters/26973768

Summary: Polly, Betty and Jughead meet Scott and our sleuths do some more digging.

Rated: M

Word Count: 4301

Betty gave Jughead the cold shoulder the rest of the night until they were in their pajamas and laying on the deflated air mattress. The blonde teen was on her back and arms crossed with her slitted into a leer.

“Are you ready to turn the light off?” Jughead asked, clearly not knowing what to say or do. He assured her that he believed her and would not make her see RJ again, but his girlfriend was still reeling and denying kisses and touches. That was the worst part.

“I don’t care,” Betty shrugged, her arms still crossed tightly.

Jughead paused. Maybe this was more than RJ and more than his momentary insensitivity (which he hates himself for doing, like that night in Archie’s garage) and about a big day they were having tomorrow; meeting their brother. They hadn’t talked about it at all really, and that was rare for them as they share everything with each other. Betty hadn’t spoken to Polly much either since she left her home, so all her thoughts and fears weren’t explored yet, they were just sitting and festering inside her brain.

“Do you wanna talk about tomorrow?” Jughead asked gently.

Betty noticeably relaxed her shoulders, but her arms were still crossed. Jughead turned on his side, propping his head up on his hand and observed her quivering lip.

“Was is there to talk about?” Betty declared half-heartedly.

The raven haired boy smoothed the hair on her forehead lovingly and Betty didn’t flinch like he thought she would, further proving his theory that she wasn’t upset with him specifically, but in general and was taking out on him. She knew in her heart that she was safe doing that with him.

“We are meeting our brother, tomorrow, Betty. It’s a lot to process,” Jughead said.

She shook her head slightly and a stray tear slid down the side of her face and into her hair and the pillow. She rolled over away from Jughead, but he wouldn’t give up. He usually was the one to push people away when he needed them most, and Betty seemed to have taken a page from his novel. He put an around around her waist and pressed his front to her back lightly, kissing the back of her neck that was bare because of her high ponytail.

“I love you,” Jughead murmured into her hair, “Talk to me. Don’t shut down.”

Betty took a deep breath and turned face to face with her boyfriend. His blue eyes were so forgiving and her heart hurt with love for him. What other teenage boy could support her like he does? Archie never could have been the rock that Jughead was consistently. A curl fell into his eyes and Betty moved it back gently.

“We share a brother. What other couples have that? How can it not change things between us?” Betty questioned urgently.

This felt like it was coming out of nowhere to Jughead. “I thought you didn’t care.”

“Do you?”

Jughead shrugged and kissed her forehead quickly, “Honestly, no. Sure it’s complicated, but you and me, together, that’s not complicated. We love each other.”

“You have to admit it’s weird,” Betty giggled.

“Fucking weird,” Jughead laughed too, and before they knew it, they were laughing in each other’s arms at the absurdity of life.

Polly called around 8:30 the next morning. Betty and Jughead were already awake, dressed and in the kitchen making eggs and hot chocolate.

“Hey, Pol,” Betty greeted.

“I miss you,” Polly said sadly.

Betty didn't want her to do this. Play the victim like she did so well; of course she’d been through so much, but Betty had to take care of herself too, and self-care was being away from that house.

“Miss you too!” Betty said shortly.

There was a brief silence before Polly continued, “Can you give me Jughead’s address so I can meet you guys? The cafe where we are meeting him is about an hour away, I looked it up.”

Betty recited the address, which reminded her that Polly had never actually been to the Southside, and compared it to how much that part of town began to mean to her. Unlike her mother, who felt trapped in the chain link fence, Betty found freedom from the weighted expectations of the Northside.

The sisters hung up after goodbyes and Betty sighed inwardly. She was so nervous, her heart was heavy and felt like it was barely able to stay in her chest without falling to her stomach, crumbling under its own weight.

“When exactly is Polly coming?” Jughead asked suddenly.

“Um, 9:30. Why?”

“I think I’m going to see my dad quickly. Just let him know where I am going,” Jughead explained, “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“If that’s what you want to do, Juggie, then it’s a good idea,” Betty smiled and brought him in close for a strong hug.

He nodded wearily and grabbed his jacket, putting his shoes on and grabbing the keys. “I’ll be back soon.”

Jughead wasn’t sure what had come over him to see his dad. He hadn’t visited since they were in deep with the case, since FP told him to leave things alone for his own safety. Which of course is the opposite of what he had done. He contemplated telling his dad about the Serpents on the ride over, but decided against it quickly, knowing how furious he would be. This visit isn’t about me, he thought, it’s about my brother. God, the words my brother felt foreign in his head.

Once he arrived, the attendant there ushered him in after signing paperwork, seemed surprised to see him. FP must not get many visitors.

When the older man rose his head to see whose footsteps were clunking down the hallway, he rushed to bars and smiled brightly, contrasting the heaviness and hardness of the bars surrounding him.

“My boy!” He cried happily.

Jughead just nodded in response and stood in front of him. FP was always an emotional man, and so Jughead wasn’t alarmed when he saw soft tears stain his father’s cheeks.

“I know I told you never to come back, but I really did miss you. What brings you here?”

“I wanted to tell you I’m meeting Scott today. Scott as in--”

FP interrupted, “I know who he is.”

“Crazy, huh?” Jughead awkwardly laughed after a loaded pause.

“If I had known, I would’ve stepped up, I want you to be aware of that. I was a shit father, I’ve had plenty of time here to think about that, but I would've tried to make it work. I wonder if you two would get along. Or if he’s like me… or her. If he looks like me, even,” FP rambled, then let out a breath when he was finally finished.

“He looks like you,” Jughead answered.

FP smiled briefly and went to his desk to grab something. He handed a piece of paper to Jughead through the bars, looking around to make sure the loittering guards had their backs turned.

“This is a letter I wrote to him. I haven’t had the guts to send it yet, but since you’re seeing him, well, maybe you could give it to him,” FP said, his voice small and hopeful like a child’s asking to stay up past their bedtime.

“Of course, Dad,” Jughead said. The man could be so pitiful sometimes. That’s probably why Gladys stayed as long as she did. Every time he fucked up he would pout and look like a broken winged bird, and she just had to piece him back together because, look, he was so helpless. And that’s also why Jughead still loved his father, despite leaving him homeless and taking up with a gang that he himself had gotten tangled into.

“Uh, thanks.”

“I should get going,” Jughead finally said, not knowing what else to do. He did what he came here to do.

“Of course, of course,” FP said, but Jughead could tell he was disappointed.

Jughead started to wave goodbye, but FP grabbed him through the bars and brought their forehead together as close as he could, the edges of their heads crushing into the cool metal.

“I love you, kid,” the older man whispered.

The son nodded and squished his face to keep back tears. FP released him when a guard rounded the corner and rubbed his nose on his hand. The men parted and Jughead went back to the truck, sitting in the seat, feeling the cool air fill his lungs, and didn’t start the engine. He pulled the crisp letter from his pocket and unfolded it. He shouldn’t be doing this, the letter was private between his dad and Scott, but he was a detective after all, and snooping into private things was like second nature.

Dear Scott,

I’m going to start off by saying I didn’t know I had a third kid but I already love you. And also start by warning you I’m not a good Dad, I try, but things are always a little fucked up when it comes to me. I don’t act like a good father to the kids I do have, so I don’t know what gives me the right to say this, but I would love to meet you. I can’t really comes see you, cuz I’m in jail, which is further evidence that I’m a total fuck up, but everything I do comes from a place of trying to take care of the broken semblance of family I do have. The people who will still have me, I like to think. Couple of guys from work and Jughead. I have done nothing good for him and he still forgives. He’s the best thing I’ve ever done and I’d like you to meet him sometime too. Maybe Jellybean, your sister, would meet you too. She’s a spitfire. Haven’t heard from her in a while though. Don’t blame her, really. I’ve always been better at being a ghost.

Maybe we can connect. On your terms, I don’t want to push anything. I would be honored to get to know you. My son.

FP.

Jughead wanted to smash the steering wheel and he had no idea why. Nothing was ever easy for any member of the Jones family, they were all sad and useless and broken. He hated being like this, hated that all he had to offer was a sad grimace and poetry about falling apart. He was done falling apart, done playing poor Jones boy. He felt like a fucking coward. Betty was a lion, she could take anyone down but… he still had a darkness that wouldn’t take over. He needed it to fuel a power. Power over his life that he never had before.

A text from Betty interrupted his thoughts and asked him he was almost done, not to rush him, but the clock was ticking. He started the car and bombed out of the parking lot.

When he got back to the trailer, Polly was waiting, leaning up against her car. She was 15 minutes early, obviously hyped up and nervous. There really wasn’t a way to prepare for meeting your secret long lost brother. Betty came outside shortly and hugged him fiercely.

“How did it go?” Betty asked sincerely.

“He gave me a letter for Scott,” Jughead said.

“That’s sweet,” Betty replied, reaching on her tiptoes and kissing his forehead.

“Okay enough PDA!” Polly shouted from her car, which she insisted on taking because Jughead’s looked to her like a death mobile, “let’s get on the road, lovers!”

Polly was talkative the whole hour ride. Betty drove, Polly was in the passenger seat, and Jughead lounged in the back seat. He didn’t get much sleep last night, they really needed to buy a new air mattress or something.

The cafe was almost identical to the one in Riverdale, but with more hipster inspired decor. Greendale was a mixture of NYC and Riverdale, if there ever could be one. It had actually mainstream stores, not just mom and pop shops, had a music and comedy scene, great food, but still managed to hold onto a small town appeal through unique shops and clean neighborhoods.

The three entered and the door hangings jingled loudly. It caused Betty to jump a little; she was already on edge. She scanned the seats at the coffee bar and the ones scattered around the shop, but a Cooper-Jones hybrid was nowhere to be found. They were about twenty minutes early, but it was because they were anxious, and they hoped he was too. The three found two couches in the corner with low lighting and sat there silently, all watching the door intently. When they finally let their eyes wander, the jingles sounded again and a tall handsome young adult with slicked back black hair entered, a more cleaned up version of FP Jones, really. He scanned the shop just as they did, and Polly waved jovially when his eyes landed on them. He quirked his eyebrows slightly, but smiled in returned and walked to them. He was wearing an expensive looking gray peacoat and he unbuttoned it when he sat down.

“Well, hi!” He greeted, laughing a little at the situation.

“Oh, give me a hug,” Polly smiled and got up slowly, embracing him when he stood as well. Her belly got in the way and she felt she had to address it. “I’m due in mid January. Twins. Yeah, it’s kind of a dark spot for the Cooper family.”

Scott shook his head and admired her stomach. “A child is always a miracle. That’s what my mom always told me. Well, children in your case.”

Betty got up to hug him too and Jughead shook his hand. He wasn’t much of a hugger, unless it came from Betty.

“This is my boyfriend, Jughead,” Betty introduced. “And… also your brother.”

The older boy’s head shivered like he was taking a double take. “Um?”

Betty laughed awkwardly, “Oh not, that came out wrong, he’s not my brother. Our mom had an affair with his dad in high school, and well… you came along.”

“This is a lot to process,” Scott said seriously, “Can we get coffee first?”

Scott moved to get up, not waiting for an answer and Jughead stood up with him. He handed him the letter from his back pocket, and the green eyed man took it slowly.

“It’s from my dad. Or ours. Or whatever,” Jughead shrugged and sat back down with a thud. The couch rocked underneath him. Scott just nodded and headed to make a drink order.

“Do you think we are too much for him?” Polly murmured to her sister and Jughead.

“We definitely come with a lot of baggage,” Jughead replied snidely.

Betty knocked him with her knee. They were still family, even though they had just met, they were still bonded by blood. He wouldn’t toss them aside because they’re like tarnished silver. She observed him read the letter by the bar where he waited for his coffee. Betty hadn’t asked Jughead what was in it, that was personal, but by the look on Scott’s face, he was very surprised but also unimpressed. The barista handed him his coffee and returned to the couch and sat down on the edge of his cushion.

“So, this FP guy is in jail?” Scott asked Jughead directly.

“Yeah. I don’t know if you heard about Jason Blossom, but he was a teen that went to Riverdale High and his father killed him over some argument about the family drug ring. My dad didn’t kill him but, he helped cover it up. He’s not a really bad guy, he just got mixed up,” Jughead explained.

“I think I heard about that in New York, actually. Pretty small towns with big secrets is always a popular story,” Scott said flatly.

“Riverdale is more than that,” Jughead began to protest, but Scott didn’t seem like he was in the mood for philosophical discussions. After reading the letter his demeanor had quickly shifted from welcoming to skeptical.

“Jason Blossom is actually the father of my children,” Polly divulged rubbing her stomach affectionately, “I didn’t know he was my cousin at the time.”

Scott sat up abruptly and clenched his fists like a cartoon character who was angry. His fist were flushed from clenching so hard, just like Betty would, but she didn’t see any blood trailing his palms.

“You’re kidding, right? This feels like a practical joke! Are you even my siblings? Like the things you’re saying are… they’re crazy!” Scott cried. People throughout the cafe started to attempt craning their neck discreetly.

“I don’t like that word,” Betty murmured, and Jughead held onto her hand.

Polly stood up along with him and put her hands on her hips like she was about to reprimand her future children. “I’m sorry we aren’t perfect and cheery but this is our life and I am offended that you would suggest that we are lying! Who could make this stuff up!”

“I expected we would sit have coffee, have light surface conversation, get to know each other a little but this… this is too much. This is crazy!” Scott continued, flailing his arms.

Betty shot up and got in between Polly and Scott, “Stop saying that word. We aren’t crazy.”

“This,” making a pointing gesture at all three of the Riverdale kids, “isn’t normal, I hope you know. This is crazy!”

Before anyone in the entire cafe had time to blink, Betty wound up and slapped him clear across the face. He held it and stared at her, her own intense green eyes now mirroring back at her with horror. He left the cafe immediately after that, not saying a word to anyone. They were promptly escorted out of the building and got back in the car, Betty in the driver’s seat again. Her mind was completely numb, she couldn’t believe she had slapped her own brother, but she warned him not to call her crazy. Crazy and perfect were like swears to her, she cringed at them the same way an old lady would cringe at fuck and shit. Both words were things she faked she was and wasn’t.

“I don’t think that went well,” Jughead murmured.

“No shit,” Polly said and rested her head on her hand as she gazed out the window.

“I’m sorry I fucked it up for you guys,” Betty said.

“You didn’t, Betty. He was an ass. I would’ve slapped him too, eventually,” Polly smiled affectionately when she turned to her sister and Betty smiled back. They held hands the rest of the way home. The Cooper girls always had each other.

They got back to the trailer around 12:45pm. Polly said her goodbyes, kissed her sister on the cheek, and went back to Betty’s childhood home. Betty turned to go back inside bit Jughead stopped her.

“Betty, I’m genuinely sorry it turned out like that. Maybe he’ll come around when he gets off his high horse,” Jughead offered.

“You know, I thought we abandoned him as a family, that we robbed him of a good life. Looks like he got a better one than we did,” Betty said.

Jughead chuckled at the irony and kissed her lips slowly. He hadn’t expected much from Scott really, he learned to not expect much from anybody, but Betty did. He imagined she concocted this fairytale ever after family with Scott, always seeing the best of everything.

“You know what would make you feel better?” Jughead said when he pulled away.

“What?”

“Some good old fashioned sleuthing,” Jughead said in sing song voice.

“It’ll take my mind off things,” Betty conceded, “So what’s the plan?”

“We hit up where Hiram Lodge was in jail and see if we can get someone to tell us who visited him,” Jughead explained excitedly.

“Seems far fetched, but we might as well try,” Betty said sadly.

Jughead hated seeing her like this. He opened the truck door for her and they went off.

Hiram Lodge stayed in a low security prison, so Jughead hoped they would be lenient with their records. The drive was only a half an hour and in the middle of nowhere. The judge wanted Hiram away from the city and away from his contacts, but that didn’t seem to make a difference, he still operated things from his steel box.

Betty reached for Jughead’s hand and kissed his fingertips lightly, just wanting to show him how much she loved him in the face of rejection. Her own brother thought they were nuts. She thought briefly about the labeling theory from her sociology class; if enough people tell you you’re something, even when you’re not, you’re bound to become that way. She thought she fit into that.

There was a parking space near the front, but Jughead opted for a further parking spot, the brightly colored old school truck was conspicuous.

“Are you going to tell your mom about Scott?” Jughead asked after he turned off the car.

“No. She’ll just say I’ll told you so or something like that. I doubt Polly will spill either,” Betty sighed.

Jughead rubbed her knee, “Hey, Betts. You already have all the family you need. And it seems like he does too. If he can’t see what honest, resilient and totally awesome we all are, that’s his deal.”

“I know, I know, but to have your blood think you’re not worth it--”

“You are Betty. Sure, blood is thicker than water or whatever old people say, but he doesn’t know you. How loving, passionate, driven and smart you are. And he doesn’t deserve to either.”

Betty smiled through emerging tears and hugged him over the center console.

“I love you,” she murmured. “I wish I could have sex with you right now.”

Jughead laughed and kissed her hair, “Me too.”

Betty leaned back and smirked, “We have some detective work to do, Mister.”

The raven haired boy returned the smirk and they walked inside. The reception area looked suspiciously cozy for a prison, with cream colored walls and a green striped rug in the center. Chairs were set up in different corners, one set surrounded a TV, likely used for visitors waiting to be called in. It was on and playing Judge Judy, which made Jughead giggle. Betty knocked him with her elbow and made him focus on the task ahead. The attendant at the desk was a robustly shaped blond woman and she opened her window when she saw them approach.

“What can I do for ya?” she asked the two in a thick, old timey brooklyn accent.

“We would like to see Hiram Lodge’s visitation log please,” Jughead asked with faux confidence.

The woman scoffed and looked between the two, “You jokin’, right?”

Betty stepped in, “Uh, no ma'am. My name is Betty Blossom, I am Penelope Blossom’s niece. Perhaps you’ve heard of her?”

Jughead cut her a look that screamed what are you doing!

“Oh, Mrs. Blossom, yes I’ve met her,” the attendant answered incredulously.

“The Lodges and the Blossoms know each other quite well,” Betty continued, “and my aunt sent me to keep tabs on him, to make sure he’s… on the right track, so to speak. She would’ve come herself, but you know how she is.”

This idea came to Betty while Jughead was talking to the guard and she couldn’t believe it hadn’t connected before, P. Penelope Blossom. P could have been Polly, but that was completely out of the realm of possibility. It could have been a random person she didn’t know, but the Blossom pen in his desk suggested otherwise. They were silly for coming here, the truth was in their faces, but she needed conformation.

“I do, Ms. Betty Blossom, she’s quite the woman. She was very nice one time, giving me a big tip once when I helped her spruce up after a visit. Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear that about your aunt. Here, just a quick peek,” The woman said and she shuffled away to a cabinet in the back of the little room.

“So that answers our question,” Jughead whispered to her. “You didn’t tell me you had a hunch it was Penelope.”

“It just came to me. We should still check out the log though. Having an affair doesn’t necessarily connect to murder,” Betty replied quietly.

The large woman returned and held out a file with a few pages in it. “Just a little lookin’. I’m not really supposed to do this, Ms. Blossom.”

Betty cringed inwardly at being called Ms. Blossom. The pair scanned the pages and saw Penelope’s name, that was confirmed, along with a lot of other fancy sounding names like William Montgomery and Harold Van der Pol. Betty refrained from taking pictures in front of the woman, so they had to try to commit the names to memory. Nothing else screamed out at them, like a name like Hacksaw, so they thanked the woman and went back outside.

“Them having an affair doesn’t make them guilty,” Betty reiterated in the car.

“I know. It even makes less sense, because now what would be Hiram’s motive? He doesn’t love Hermione, so he wouldn't kill Fred for being her lover, right? Then it would have to be because Fred wouldn’t sell Andrews’ construction like Archie said, but killing Fred wouldn’t give Hiram the business, Archie inherits it,” Jughead thought aloud.

“Hiram would have to put the pressure Archie,” Betty continued. “Which I don’t think he has.”

“Things just don’t add up,” Jughead said.

“There are still things to discover, but we are close. I can feel it.”

#riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #bughead #bughead fanfiction #sadly no smut in this one #multichap #adam and eve

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bucketofchum · 7 years

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College AU

[could mean College Atumu or College Alternate Universe...College AU AU]

Actually when I was making this AU, I was imagining high school. So let’s start there.

He’s in foster care. His foster parents have set rules, which he follows. But other than that, he remains emotionally detached from them. They aren’t the best foster parents but they aren’t the worst. I won’t go into detail about the abuse or neglect. More often he takes care of them than they take care of him.

At school, he is a decathlete. It’s a way he can spend more time away from home. He’s not really friends with any other students at the school, but everyone knows him. No one really wants to mess with him cuz they know he could whoop them, though they also know that he probably wouldn’t.

In terms of athletics, he’s eons ahead of everyone else. It might be that at 17, he’s already 6′ tall and shows no signs of his growth stopping. But there’s something more than that. He’s just ridiculously strong for his weight class and can outmatch adults who weigh almost twice as much as he does without breaking much of a sweat.

The coaches all want him to compete in state and national competitions, but he is reluctant. Something about that not sitting well with folks at home.

In terms of academics, he also excels without any effort. This is probably why everyone at school knows about him (and kind of hates him). He shows up to every class, doesn’t ever take notes, and aces everything. Not just gets As but gets straight 100s across the board. Teachers are suspicious but he’s definitely not cheating? So what can they do. They’re constantly vigilant nonetheless and often try to call on him to catch him off guard, but he always seems to have an answer, sometimes a better answer than what is provided in the text.

Despite athletic scholarship offers to out of state schools, he ends up going to the local community college “for family reasons.” Unsurprisingly, coaches are disappointed, but there’s not much they can do.

It seems to be the same type of deal as in high school. Except now, it’s easier to get by without drawing much attention to himself - academically at least. No one bats much of an eye in the classroom. But in athletics, things are a little different.

He discovers swimming, and although he still keeps up with his track and field decathlon background, swimming is the only thing he seems passionate about. Every non-class non-track hour that the pool is open, he is there. To the coaches and anyone watching, it seems like he was just built for swimming - he blows all previous records out of the water [pun not intended but definitely appreciated], and his fellow swimmers seem to express more camaraderie than jealousy, which is a surprisingly unfamiliar warm feeling. Maybe he can make some friends - who knows.

Spending so much time at the pool, however, means that eventually people start noticing bruises and scrapes, and that he seems to be losing weight. He chalks to weight loss to, maybe, the exercise, though no one believes him, but he offers no explanation for the bruises. Eventually, after the inquisition intensifies, he withdraws and stops swimming entirely. He also drops out from track and field, when he notices the swimming coaches talking to the track coach.

To fill up the additional time, he goes on increasingly longer walks into the outskirts of town. But this is college, and very few people notice his absence.

At home, his foster parents have taken in another child, and he spends more time at home now. He stops showing up to his classes, but his presence is not really missed. His more urgent concern is at home.

Bleh idk that’s all I got

#College AU #wow sorry this ended up longer than I expected idk what I was expecting #Atumu

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kyriekyie · 3 years

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The San Gabriel Valley Airport Testing Site

Before I started working here, It was the middle of the COVID-19 Pandemic, and I desperately wanna to help and probably able to use my Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) License to provide aide for anything I did some voluntary job for the City of Pico Rivera as an EMT to provide COVID-19 testing but it didn't make me feel like "Is it worth to risk my life for free?" because that time COVID-19 was a really dangerous back then, I decided to left and work for the State of California also known as California Health Corps (later merged to Cal-MAT or California Medical Assistance Team) I was part of the team for only a Month and deployed up to northern California to provide Testing and Aide for Emergency Rooms, my mental health wasn't able to handle the stress that time and the pay wasn't good enough so I decided to quit the job and look for a better opportunity and exactly 3 days later after I quit I got an email from the County of Los Angeles that they're urgently needed an EMT and they pay better than the State itself, so I quick applied and the H.R. itself Sheila, called me if I was able to work for Test site and I was "sure why not? And she said, "It's going to be on the San Gabriel Valley Airport", and that's where I found my second family.

I was nervous when I started working I went to Orientation I learned stuff how to provide tests for everyone, When I finally started working for them I was nervous about who am about to meet, and yet I met, J.C the supervisor of the testing site my first impression was he's probably one of those Fire Captain that very strict but he was not really that bad, he was cool and there I met, K.H, K.V, M.C, I was probably the reason why everyone started wearing Scrubs because during the group text from J.M I texted if we all allowed wearing Scrubs and he agreed, The first-day J.C told me to work with K.H which I never expect to be close with her till today, She's a really timid person since she literally wore like an I.T Support girl and thought me how to do some put some data and scan, etc, until my stupid ass started a conversation about where'd she went then she went to fricking UCLA (which I used to HATE that school so much when I used to play Dota 2 Competetively,) you know getting know to coworkers more better. Throughout working for the test site, we all starting to build up some Chemistry and become close to each other; the first one I'm close with is D.V he's a Firefighter (not actively) our sense of humour is so Firefighter, but I didn't like his idea of being very alpha-like showing me some Girls photo stuff like that, I was really offended when he told me if I'm gay, but really I'm not it's just I'm not into that. K.V was the first person I got close with to since we always work together back then 7 days a week straight like crazy.

I never thought to be more close with these people; these people I would consider my second family; these people are here for me and keeping an eye on each other no matter what; this story working with them is like Dunder Muffin, Jobs is kinda boring, but we all have fun working each other and it coming to an end. It's bittersweet that soon we will shut down Silverline; the pandemic is about to be gone. And we all able to provide service for the Community; we probably the best site in the whole County, we have probably the most diverse people. I will never forget this moment working with these people.

I will be reviewing these memorable coworkers or probably impressions of them.

J.C: An excellent supervisor, he continuously checks upon each EMT's helped me pass Fire Test and get ready for the Fire Service.

E.T: Typical ParaGOD Supervisor, I become close with him when we start having a conversation in Russian. He got a sense of humour like me; I would like to work with him soon as a supervisor. Pretty soon, he's going to be a Fire Medic.

K.V: She's earnest about everything; she's fun working with and hanging with. I would definitely go shopping with this person and talk about boys. She's now going to be a PA Soon; I'm really proud of her.

M.C: An serious person will always get the job done; it was sucks when he decided to move to another site and become a supervisor. I'm proud of him for being a supervisor; he really wanted to be a Deputy Sheriff. I'm hoping he's going to be the one because he's a good person.

K.H: She's a down earth person; I become close with her; she's probably the sister (but sometimes); her personality is bizarre and understandable when you asked about it; K.H always there when I'm down; I learned some lessons from her prolly some godsent shit, and a very nerd about Psychology (fricking nerd), I would definitely travel with her Europe (can't trust her if it's Asia cuz foods ya know.) or Bring her to Museum, Barnes and Nobles and most importantly Olive Garden, naw jk Some good cuisine places, she went with me for a ton of occasions, She aspiring to be Psychiatry Doctor for Peds, and worked her ass off to get into Med School, I'll be very proud if she gets in. love ya homie.

C.H: This girl is the most comedic person in the world; she's hilarious and very weird about everything; I really don't know why; she will do some random stuff, and it will make sense, I even really don't know how she manages to found my fricking Facebook (which I literally set it private), She's very caring about every person, She probably the reason why everyone is close to each other, I'm pretty sure I will see her on white coat someday. and call her Dr H

D.V: My boy, what the fuck? I mean, this guy is straight-up ghetto when you starting to know this person; the first time I met this guy, he was very professional and acted like a Rookie Firefighter, very polite and stuff until he met L.R. his vibe change, and he went to his authentic self, Cholo D. mode, He's really cool, Very determined about making money, and inspiring to be a Firefighter (specifically for Engine or Truck because he doesn't know he's medical skills)

L.R: She's a very cool girl; she's looking good as always, and a typical girl that you would see on Instagram looking marvellous; she's the first person that told me that I act like a woman like made me think, "Am I a woman?" She's aspiring to be a PA, and hoping she's be able to get a promising career and provide help for the community.

C.S: Girl!, she's basically my fricking twin, same goal, same idea, same about everything; we both wanted to be a Firefighter/Paramedic we both have useless degrees, We do care to each other, but sometimes we're weird about random stuff that we didn't even know how and why? We both shared our problems and give a fuck about everything. I would definitely work with her pretty soon for Fire Department and Drive a Squad Car or an Ambulance; girl, I can't wait to work with you soon and flying those squad cars; I love ya, buddy.

W.R: My boy, he made me a better person, he says some motivation stuff, and there ya go, he's also the reason that made my faith to Christianity (also K.H and A.M) he plays the guitar flawlessly, he gave me a pedal and suggested to get an electric guitar, we both wanna become a Firefighter/Paramedic and aiming to get into San Francisco Fire Dept. Brother, I love you, and God bless you.

A.M: I sometimes disagree with his opinions since I'm very progressive when it comes to politics, we both have the same Interest like History and Guns (yes guns) we both also have faith when it comes to religion, We sometimes share each other opinion but sometimes debate about it. he's aspiring to be a Police Officer, and hopefully he will do a better service for everyone. Keep up the hustle, brother.

R.C: I don't know; you seem cool.

A.B: She's a mom; she's a very calm person and very patient about everything going on. She taught me to keep up what I'm doing. Because she gave advice base on her experience.

B.C: This person is the next level of a talented and dedicated person; I remember exactly what happened during his first day of the job, we were out staffed and probably the worst first day of his life the reason is why he's very talented is he can dance like a World Of Dance next level kinda style, he mentioned that he used to want to be a Cop that's why he got a Criminal Justice Degree and changed his mind to become a Firefighter, but he got injured during the training now he's pretty soon becoming to be a PA, I really can't wait to see him in white coat and provide definitive care for everyone.

K.Y: He's the opposite version of D.V. he's more like a cool and sweet person; the first day he started working for the test site, he's wearing an EMT uniform, and we become a buddy for the whole day and bring him Asada Fries (because I enjoy giving out people) and we have some similar interest like we went to same Fire Academy and stuff, used to be a Tech Rescuer for Oil Refinery, now he's working with the Ambulance Company and aspiring to be a Firefighter for a significant city. Love ya no homo.

L.P: This person, is a typical Alpha male vibe you'll meet; he does some weird personality and calls you "daddy" at all the time; the good side is he does have a heart, he gave me some advice base on his experience of how deal with mental illness, he even encourages me to hang out with him and talk about it, he cares like a Dad would do, he just recently have a kid, and I'm sure that's he's going to be a remarkable dad, Now he's determined to be a Police Officer by doing some exercises and diets I'm delighted that there's a Police Officer like him pretty soon, Can't wait to work with ya in the streets.

E.C: The first time I met this guy, I thought I will really hate this guy, but in reality, he's one of the hard-working EMT on the test site (IMO). He will definitely do what gets the job done; I really like his personality of hating people who slacks, I also learned some stuff from him to stand up for yourself and don't make myself look like the punching bag. He's probably the first coworker who got positive in COVID-19, but he's alive and well.

J.L: This person is a powerful woman; I know this person been through a lot of stuff; I'm really proud of her for what she is now very motivated and confident about everything going on. She helped me going to bad stuff, Now she's going to finish her degree in master's, and I can't wait to have that title right next to her name "MPH" I will down crying being proud of her, Whatever happened, you never mess with this woman because she's a very fricking invaluable wonder woman—Love ya Jlo.

J.C: I never thought to know more about this person; I thought she's going to be like in the borderline of "coworker" she's a really dang gorgeous person and very clever, she usually drives me home and talk about how we've been doing. We both have common problems about stressing about life, I also have to give her credit for helping me through bad stuff, She's aspiring to be a Nurse with Masters on it. Can't wait to get yelled at by this woman soon.

G.L: Production EMT, I don't know really more about this guy except he's getting the job done and rarely shows up to work. But I'm sure he's going to be an excellent EMT in the future.

R.G: Brother of M.B. He's the one who consistently refuses to let me pay when he brings us foods. Still, I usually do my Hacking Skills just to pay him (not a big deal). I know he's been to bad stuff before (as in BAD things), and it's hard for him to acquire his RT license; pretty soon, he's going to get it and be a rich RT guy, I guess.

T.D: First time I met this guy is when SGV temporarily shut down because of the Bobcat Fire. K.V and I got Assigned to the Bellflower Testing Site that's where I met him; he was really like an ex-Army would act; he's cool; when he decided to get transferred to SGV he's the first day the squad was in Shock at how he acts, but he manages to adopt the attitude of the whole squad, he also helped me to go through the bad stuff and gave me some advice which is it didn't make me turn to an Alcoholic thanks, T.

F.R: I'm not going to lie I did a very Intensive Background check before he came to the site, But he came back very clean (I'm glad); he's probably one of the recent members of the squad, and he was able to get along with us, very Conservative guy, but I like him since like I said we have common things GUNS.

J.O: The first day working with her, I thought she's going to be one of the Female Firefighters vibes, but when the more time you spend with her, the more you guys get closed together, I know we have like 10 years of Age different but she acts like she's still her 20's, I thought she's also from the Military, but she just actually a Firefighter from East Coast and part of Search and Rescue Team that's why she's very fit, She nicknamed me "Burrito" on her first day because I can't stop talking about burritos, and I even called her "Taco" because she likes Tacos. Now she left the test site because of the "Incident" what happened between her and J.A. I'm hoping soon I'll be seeing her in some Special Operations Deployments, she was very upset about me tried to kill myself she like going nowhere yelling at me how my life is meaningful, we ended up playing video games religiously, I miss ya Burrito.

E.O: I usually don't like his idea of working here and being not proactive when he started working for the test site; a lot of people were commenting about his cockiness of "he knows what E.O doing", but that was him E.T already mentioned about his kind of attitude, but when I got back from Administration Leave, he was a different person (maybe because the number of patients starting to slow down?) he was like working well and would do anything. He always encourages me to go to Tijuana, Mexico because so I can lose my v-card, which very unnecessary and stupid; I literally told him about my Sexual Orientation and he just like "Dude, it's an experience." no, it's not because that's prostitution. And that's basically about him, a hardcore playboy or party master.

D.H: Peculiar guy, It was very challenging working with him in his early days working on the test site; he's one of the people I was trying to avoid until we became "close" because we talk about anime and stuff; he used to be in the Marine Corps, now he's an EMT who spend their time playing video games to avoid the stress, He mentioned about how video games helped him from getting stressed out. I'm delighted that he's starting to act well.

J.A: Met him before the Pandemic; I was the one who brought him here to the test site for the opportunity and earning well because he wasn't earning well working for an ambulance company; I met him during my EMT school; he was a kinda decent Student, He was trying his best, and he faced some challenges of taking the test, Now that he's working with me I'm glad that he's going to have much experience for him to be a firefighter.

J.B: A.M Helped him get in here and worked with us and earn some income because Ambulance Companies aren't really paying them well; I used to make fun of his Footwear because it was bizarre, As now by June, he's going to start his Medical School and going to be a Doctor Pretty soon, Good for him.

I work with these people for almost a year, but it felt like a decade for me, Soon we are going to be separated and focusing on our career, and Hopefully, we are going to have Reniunion (if I'm still alive cuz my suicide thought it's still there) and visit the fricking Parking Lot and give Tribute on it. I love you all, and God bless.

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